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mapofthesea · 2 years

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gilded morning

ot7 x reader but Yoongi focus, domestic!bts I suppose, y/n is fem

genre: smut, lil bit of fluff

an: the Yoongi spit kink/being ot7 was all in my dream the rest I filled in bc I could not stop thinking about how the dream might have ended if my cat didn't wake me up :/

content warnings: making out, grinding/dry humping, hair pulling, spit kink, edging, fem fingering, Yoongi gets possessive in a very lowkey way, technically public sex (they’e in the living room but no one else directly is) bratty sub!reader x Dom!yoongi, Yoongi likes to play with readers tits, good old fucking (p in v), unprotected sex (dont do this),dirty talk, mentions of pretty light subspace, aftercare, Yoongi is worried he literally broke your back, (playfully) jealous maknae line.

A dense, warm arm presses over your chest, cushioning you against a solid body. The feeling is comforting, almost more so than the buttery soft sheets underneath your back. You can’t quite remember which one of your boyfriends you ended up falling asleep with last night, but the heat radiating off of him had you snuggling into him further. Your neck is titled at a weird angle but it’s not enough to bother you yet, just simply enjoying the closeness for a few more moments. Having just left the grips of sleep, it takes a few minutes for your brain to catch up to the feeling and realize that the arm belongs to Namjoon, who is snoring on without a care in the world. You would love nothing more than to spend the rest of the morning wrapped up with him but the incessant urge to pee is enough to get you slithering out from underneath his arm. His dark eyebrows furrow at the movement but he must be too sleepy to get up, as he simply clutches the sheets where your body had just been. You land a kiss to his forehead before skittering off into the closest bathroom in the house with a silent promise to be right back.

Hoseok is already there, occupying space in front of the mirror with a hand tugging through his sleep-mussed hair. Lean torso on display and sweatpants riding low on his hips, he turns around once he spots you in the mirror and immediately wraps you in his arms. He ruffles the hair at the crown of your head out of habit-a relic of the time where you still all insisted you were just good friends- and traces nimble fingers down the back of your neck in a way that has your spine tingling. You momentarily forget about the pressure in your bladder and seek out his lips, kissing him languidly as you're both still in the process of waking up. It’s a slow, sweet kiss until Hoseok nips at your bottom lip, pulling a needy keen from your chest. He giggles, nose scrunching cutely as he scratches at the back of your scalp causing you to melt into the touch.

“Hobi, please,” you whine, although you don’t really know for what. The stirring in your stomach has grown more intense. He seems to know this as well as you do, if the teasing smile on his face means anything.

“I have to take a shower, baby, but Yoongi and Jin are in the living room,” his voice is low, making your stomach flip even as he detaches himself from your body and turns the shower on. Only slightly disappointed, you finally pee and wash your hands as he strips and steps in, steam already fogging the glass. You feel better now, lighter, but the stirring Hoseok started is still a quiet buzz as you head into the living room to seek out the other two who are awake.

Jin and Yoongi are sharing the loveseat with the console in the middle, which was often a point of contention for the fact that it made cuddling more difficult. Yoongi is asleep, reclined in the seat with his hands folded on top of his stomach. The sight makes you giggle, despite the increasing desire in your bones. Jin is reclined in a similar state but awake, watching something on his phone as you approach with no warning and plop yourself on top of him.

“Jinnie,” You immediately coo, burying your face into his neck and pressing a lingering kiss there. The video on his phone pauses and his arms wind around your body, hand immediately slipping underneath your shirt to rub up and down your back. His body is warm and solid beneath you, your legs on either side of his hips as you snuggle into him. Your hips rock against his and you feel his chest rumble with a low moan. The hand rubbing your back moves to clasp your hip, encouraging your movements as he meets you halfway, cock beginning to harden. He groans, plush lips parting in a filthy display as his hair splays against the headrest of the loveseat. You can’t resist the urge to nibble at his neck, emblazoned by the growing wetness between your legs.

“Baby...” Jin tries, voice strung out as you suck a bright red mark to the junction of his neck and shoulder. “Petal,” he tries again, firmer this time, tugging on your hair lightly to turn your attention his way. His grip on your hair has your eyes watering, mouth hanging open out of instinct. Your hips continue to wiggle against his own, the press of his cock right up against your slit making you feel dizzy even with the layers of fabric between you. Eyes finally leveled with his own, he heaves a sigh and shakes his head.

“Needy little baby, I’m sorry,” he begins, and you feel your heart stutter at his apology. Your pussy throbs in need as you stop grinding against him. He looks pained as he grabs for his phone and shows you the time. “I have an appointment at 11, baby. I have to go get ready.” His face scrunches at the idea, feeling just as disappointed as he knows you do. You let out a long, loud whine at the idea of being denied release from yet another one of your boyfriends. Jin softens, kissing your hairline, and wraps his arms around you to maneuver you into the seat he was previously occupying. You’re feeling stubborn, face flushed because you know you’re being childish but you just want to cling onto him for a few more minutes if you can.

Fingers drum over your back, and for a minute you think it’s Jin continuing to persuade him off of you, but then Yoongi’s gruff voice fills the space behind you and you know he’s awake. Your heart expands at least two sizes as you finally relinquish your hold on Jin and clamber over the console to sit in Yoongi’s lap. Jin kisses your cheek quickly before he goes, shooting a grin to Yoongi as you’re already starting to wiggle in the younger mans lap.

Yoongi’s eyes sparkle with mischief and you grin, feeling hot under his gaze. Wordlessly, his hands slip between your legs to feel the sticky mess between your legs. If he hadn't been the third one to wind you up, you might have been embarrassed, but the only thought in your mind now was a desperate need for relief.

“Yoongi, please,” your hips are moving over his hand without prompting, already knowing he was going to make you work for it. With your hands free, you plant them on his shoulders for better leverage. Sparks of pleasure rip through your stomach at the way Yoongi’s thumb circles your clit. Your head spins as a long needed release starts to approach under the work of his fingers, orgasm whispering its close proximity.

“Yoongi, I- I’m-” Cruelly, he yanks his hand away from you, ripping a strangled cry from your throat at the loss of sensation. It was far too early for him to play these kinds of games with you, but his cool expression told you you would be in for a long ass ride.

“Let’s get this off,” his instructions are simple as he rids you of your t-shirt before crawling his fingers down to the waistband of your shorts; pulling them down with your panties in one go. It’s a struggle to get them off of your legs because of your position, but Yoongi supports you around the middle as you lean back and throw the garments somewhere behind you. Yoongi is still fully dressed, black t-shirt just slightly disheveled.

“Off, please, Yoons,” you tug at the waist of his own shorts, frustrated at the lack of skin to skin contact.

“Hmm, needy baby this morning, y/n?” He teases, capturing both your wrists in one hand to stop your movement. You nod ferociously, hoping he would take pity on you. He just grins, a lazy, gummy smile that makes your veins thrum with anticipation. “Words, love, or I can’t give you what you want.”

“Please take off your shorts,” your voice is meek, worn out from the morning already.

“Why should I do that, love?” Yoongi was enjoying this, taking his time to tease you as you writhe naked and desperate in his lap. Frustration is making your brain muddled, and you whine pitifully as you rut your hips against the meat of his thigh. You briefly wonder how long he was awake while you were wrapped up in Jin, how long he had been plotting to make you suffer like this. Frustration turned into anger as he remained still under you, that cocky look on his face doing nothing but infuriating you when you were this needy and you can see the full outline of his cock just inches from where you need him.

“Fine. I’ll just go find Hobi.” You huff, wiggling your wrists out of his grasp and going to make your way off of his lap. Deceptively strong arms wind around your back, pulling you back down into his lap with strength that made your pussy throb. You still under his hold, slightly smug at the fact that that seemed to have struck a nerve with him. Seeing that you weren’t going to leave, Yoongi wasted no time to yank at your hair, sending a tingle of pain and pleasure across your scalp. As if your mouth hanging open wasn't enough of a giveaway, the rush of arousal that leaves you at the pull reveal just how much you like the pain. You can feel your resolve slip under his hold and Yoongi chuckles, leaning up so that he can whisper into your ear as his free hand creeps up to hold your chin.

“You and I both know he can’t give you what you want right now,” his fingers creep further up, curling around your bottom lip to hold your mouth open. Spit pools in the back of your throat and Yoongi tuts, nipping at the skin right underneath your ear as he continues to talk. “Isn’t that right, baby? I’m the only one that knows what you really want when you hang your pretty little mouth open like that, right? Everyone else thinks it’s fingers...” he licks at the shell of your ear, “or cock...” he pushes himself into you just right, allowing you to feel the full weight of his cock pressing into your now bare pussy. “But it’s none of that, is it baby?”

You try to swallow but his fingers keep your mouth open, trembling under his intensity. Another tug at your hair sends all thoughts of not answering out the window.

“Hmmmpf,” You slur around his hold, tongue running over the tips of his fingers as you finally choke out what he wants to hear. “Spit in my mouth.” You make out with surprising clarity, not that it mattered, since Yoongi knew exactly what you needed already. He was the only one you had ever admitted your little indulgence to. Not out of embarrassment, but mostly out of the fact that you had solid evidence he shared the same feelings.

Finally satisfied, he lets go of your lip and you take the moment to swallow as he lays the top half of your body over the console, just enough that you have somewhere to lay your head that allows him to hover over you. You feel triumphant when you see Yoongi take a deep shuddering breath to calm himself and stand up, shedding his clothes in one go. His cock stands to attention, thick and pale, as perfect as you remember it to be every time. You feel yourself go loose at the sight of it bobbing in the short few steps he makes over to you. Although the angle is a little weird, he situates himself over you on the loveseat, your thighs trapped under the weight of his pelvis as he leans over top of you. From this angle you can see all of his hair falling around him, the longer dark locks driving you near to insanity with just how perfect he is.

Two long fingers tap at your mouth and you open it obediently. Yoongi’s eyes darken and you can feel his cock jump against your stomach. The waiting is the worst, but soon a thick, translucent glob of spit is descending from his pretty pink lips and before you know it it’s landed in your own mouth. It’s warm and your eyes water at the feeling paired with the satisfied look on his face. You swallow, head spinning, and Yoongi leans down to give you a sloppy kiss, all spit and tongue and you love it so much that you almost miss the way he begins to swipe the head of his cock against your clit. You keen, trying to shift your hips enough that he can slip inside but Yoongi is far too busy with attacking your tits, lapping at one of your nipples and simultaneously pinching the other. You know that once he gets into a groove he’s hard to dissuade, so you let yourself enjoy the sensation of him sucking your nipples into hard peaks that he can play with to his hearts content.

“Yoons,” you gasp at a particularly hard bite. He smiles around you, eyes scrunching up mischievously as you squirm. In his moment of distraction you’re able to snake your hand between your bodies and wrap your hand around his cock, catching the pre-cum at the tip and dragging it down his impressive length. You love the way he feels under your touch, soft skin and pulsing veins that you cannot ever get enough of. He detaches from your chest, cursing loudly at the feeling as you work him faster.

“Fuck, baby, that feels so good,” he gasps, pushing his hair back off of his face, the sheen of sweat he’s worked up making him look ethereal above you. His jaw ticks as you palm at his balls and he growls, pushing your hands away from him as he heaves in a breath.

“Nuh uh, baby. M’ not cumming anywhere if it’s not inside you.” Your stomach flips at his words and before you even have time to beg, he’s pushing two fingers into you. His face shifts into one of concentration as he works you faster, scissoring his fingers for the sole purpose of stretching you open for his cock.

“Dunno how you're still so tight, baby. Every time,” he grunts, running a free finger over your clit experimentally. Immediately you’re keening, the feeling of his hands working you closer to the orgasm he denied you earlier making your toes curl. He crooks his fingers just a bit, keeping up his steady pace to abuse your g-spot. He’s so bulky, hovering over you as his arms flex and bend to bring you to the edge. Your walls clench around him and he groans, swearing to himself.

“Squeezing me so good, baby. Are you gonna cum on me? Get my fingers all wet? ‘S the only way you’re gonna get my cock in you. Come on, sweetie.”

“Yoongi, I’m gonna cum-” He simply nods, hair falling forward, and the small gesture he gives as he’s absolutely wrecking you sends you over the edge, cumming so hard your vision goes white. After an entire morning of being built up, the release makes you sag into the loveseat, body singing with relief. Yoongi marvels at the mess you made, groaning at the taste of you on his fingers as he slips them into his mouth and sucks them clean.

“Taste so good, baby.” He traces his hand down your side, grounding you with the gentle touch as you recover. When your senses come back to you, the sight of Yoongi’s cock stood at attention against his stomach, angry red at the tip, pushes you back into action. Your legs part to beckon him back in, and he sucks in a breath at the sight. He grasps his cock in his hand, stroking himself a few times before he refocuses on your face.

“Are you okay, baby? Sure you can take it?”

“Yes, Yoongi, please. Just fuck me already.” The whiny tone of your voice makes him chuckle as he leans back down, hand on his cock to help him guide into you.

“So mouthy, baby, what are we gonna do with you?” He coos and smothers you with a kiss as he begins to push into your pussy, the stretch familiar and welcome. You’re still sensitive from your last orgasm but desperate to have him inside of you as he’s finally sinking in. As you become too lost in the pleasure to return his kisses Yoongi resorts to laving at your neck, surely adding bites that will bruise by nightfall.

No matter how many times you took him or any of his bandmates, the stretch still took your breath away as he pushed himself in to the hilt. Yoongi groans at the feeling of your walls fluttering around him, balls snug against your ass as he adjusts to the warmth.

“You take me so well, baby. Fuck. You feel so fucking good.” A throaty groan fills the air as he plants his foot onto the couch and snaps his hips. Pleasure shoots through your stomach, the feeling of his cock dragging along your inner walls setting you alight. The slow pace is just enough to let any whispers of oversensitivity to disappear and leaves you quickly wanting more.

“Yoongi, ple-uh,” you stutter as he hits your gspot with perfect precision. You swallow thickly, trying to choke out your request. His hand grips your thigh tightly, squeezing the flesh as he continues to fuck into you. “Faster, Yoons,” you finally spit out the words and he heeds them immediately.

“Faster? Hmmm, needy,” he comments, readjusting his grip on your thigh to open you up more to his cock. His pace picks up immediately, the speed of his hips pushing you further up the console of the loveseat. Your hands flail, finding purchase on his wide, pale shoulders. A constant string of moans fall out of your mouth, which only spurs him on. Yoongi smirks, and without warning, leans down and spits directly onto your clit. Although you certainly didn’t need more lubrication, Yoongi knew exactly what the sight would do to you. He runs circles around your clit and you see stars.

“Holy shit, fuck. You’re so hot,” your voice cracks, in complete disbelief of his behavior. Your orgasm is fast approaching again, making your veins feel electric as Yoongi works over your clit relentlessly. Your walls clench around him erratically, and he smirks to himself at the feeling.

“Nasty little baby, clenching around my cock just because I spit on you.” He growls as he leans down, changing the angle of his hips to somehow be more punishing as tears escape without your permission.

“Awe baby, don’t cry.” He reaches for the wetness of your face, abandoning his grip on your thigh and wiping away the tracks. If it weren’t for his cock ruining you, causing the tears you could have chalked the moment up to sincere concern. Your stomach burns with anticipation, orgasm cresting so fast that you can barely warn him before it washes over you. You cum with a scream that doesn’t even sound like your own, all your worries washing away with it as you enjoy the floaty bliss. Yoongi grunts, chanting your name in a giveaway of his own high approaching without relinquishing his work on your clit.

“Couldn’t even tell me, oh fuck, that you had to cum, huh? So fucking good, baby, I’m gonna fill this cute little pussy right up for you,” Even in your hazy state you can tell he wanted to say more, had more nasty thoughts running through his head, but he cums before he can get to them. The hot feeling of his cum flooding your pussy makes you feel light headed again, body instinctively sparking in arousal again even as Yoongi stops his movements.

Yoongi slumps against you, spent and breathing heavy as he slowly drags his cock out of you. Disregarding the mess between your legs he goes right for you, dragging a calloused hand over the perimeter of your face as he starts to coax you back down.

“Hi, baby,” his breath fans across your face, a gentle reminder that he’s actually there, and a dopey smile stretches your lips as you start to come back to your senses. He kisses you deeply, sweetly. A kiss that has no intent other than to comfort and worship you as you recover from your morning.

“Yoongi,” you finally find your voice again, and although it’s hoarse, Yoongi responds in praises.

“We have to sit you up, baby, your back is probably sore.” He sounds apologetic, but you honestly hadn’t even noticed the twinge in your back until he began to pull you upward, into his lap. More of the mess between your legs leaks out and you whine, embarrassed by the feeling now that you’re mostly out of endorphins. Yoongi simply shushes you, holding your body close for the warmth he knows you’re craving. He speaks to you in slow, dulcet tones until you can finally respond with more than noncommittal hums, and carries you gingerly to the bathroom where the shower is already running. He washes you off under the hot stream, sharing giggles when he examines your back for any evidence of bruising or breakage. Yoongi pulls you to his room, shutting down protests from the youngest three boys about not getting to see you yet today, and settles you into his bed for a long overdue nap.

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sopejinsunflower · 2 years

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Series Masterlist

Status: COMPLETED

Summary: The titan group from South Korea, BTS, suddenly vanishes off the face of the earth, only to wake up in a three-storey house with a small-time writer and their DNAs altered. Omegaverse is no longer just a fiction trope; not to these eight people, no. Stuck with only one omega between them, how will this polyamory evolves? And, will they ever escape the house?

Warning: 18+!

Genre: Mystery, thriller, poly, smut (ofc), omegaverse (duh)

Pairing: OT7 x reader [Alpha: Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin, Jungkook. Beta: Jin, Yoongi, Taehyung. Omega: Reader]

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | Epilogue

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joonslfttiddie · 6 months

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Chapter 37: I Need You...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/AMBW

💜Warnings: Adult content/Adult language

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 3331

Hybe Lawncare and Landscaping…how may I help you?

His voice alone makes me so wet, I don’t respond immediately, a mixture of lust, love, and nervousness takes my voice.

Hello?

“H-hi, Namjoon? This is Tia.”

I can hear shuffling in the background, like fabric rubbing together, then him whispering ‘damn, bro’.

“HEY! Hey, Tia…my bad, I dropped the phone.”

I can’t help but snicker at his cuteness before saying, “Are you busy? I can call back at a better time.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I’m not busy at all.”

“Oh okay. What are you up to?”

The guys, satisfied that we are finally speaking, drift away from the kitchen to do their own thing, leaving me to speak in private.

“Nothing much, just took a shower, getting ready to wind down for the night. What are you up to?”

“I’m actually about to go shower myself. I’ve just been sitting around since my therapy session earlier.”

“Oh yeah, how did it go? How are you feeling?”

We speak about my session, I disclose what I’ve been struggling with, and I fill him in about the nut that was stalking me. He was surprised about my situation, yet very empathetic. Having a stalker and going through this nightmare is not something I would typically share after just meeting someone, but I feel he deserves to know what he’s getting into. And if I’m being honest, he is not like a regular ‘someone’ and speaking to him, hearing his voice dripping with a protective tone makes me feel comfortable to share. There’s something about these men, including Namjoon, that makes me want to bare my soul to them, hiding nothing. I find comfort in the concern in his voice and answer any questions he has regarding the situation.

“But enough about that. How was the rest of your day?”

“It was good. I was able to get all of my business cards passed out, you know, leaving some on doors or in mailboxes, conversed with some potential clients, and even lined up some jobs.”

“Nice! That is a good day, indeed. How long have you been a landscaper?”

“Uh, not too long, actually. I left my executive position at a prominent company earlier this year. It just wasn’t for me anymore, you know?”

“Yeah, that makes sense. I’m glad you created an opportunity to leave,” I encourage him and find a chance to dig a little deeper. “Does your significant other support your decision?”

“Ha, that was smooth. Ummm, no…no she didn’t. We broke up a couple of years prior. She prioritized status, reputation, and money over my happiness and mental wellness.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“No, don’t be sorry. I’m not. Things between her and I hadn’t been good for a very long time. I think even me toying with the idea of changing my career was just the last straw, you know?”

“Absolutely, I get it.”

“So, Tia…what do you do?”

We speak a bit longer, getting the basic ‘get to know you’ questions out of the way before I admit that I’m wanting to see him.

“I’m really enjoying talking to you. I can’t wait to see you again.”

“I’m enjoying talking to you as well. So, you know that I’m single. What about you? The men that are at your house, ummm…”

“Honestly, I don’t know if I’m single. I don’t feel single, but I also don’t feel like I’m not allowed to see other people. I guess it’s like an open relationship, but none of us have made anything official. We’re just kinda going with the flow of things. They are here now, I love them, we have sex, and I want them to stay. We haven’t talked about what this is just yet but I don’t mind answering any questions you may have, though. I like you, Namjoon, and I want you to know everything upfront before we go any further… IF you even want to go further. I mean, feel drawn to you and would love to see where things go but we come as a package deal. As I said before, I love talking to you and would like to see you again soon, but I understand if you need time to think this over.”

I know that this is a bold statement to make, seeing as I’ve only known these men for a short duration of time, but I feel it, deep within my soul that this thing is real. This supernatural connection between us is strong and the pull to these men feels like destiny. I take a deep breath awaiting his response, the short pause has me on edge and I find that I’m no longer breathing until he speaks again.

“I can be there in 45?”

With a huge, yet silent sigh I reply, “REALLY?! Are you sure? I mean, this is all so strange, even for me. I would completely understand if you think this is too much.”

Of course, some things never change, as I’m trying to give him an ‘out’ even though he’s making it known that he wants to try.

“It does seem unconventional, but I don’t think I’ve been more sure of anything in my entire life. This pull to you has surpassed me wanting you, I need you. I need to see you.”

“Okay! See you soon?”

“See you soon.”

After hanging up, I scramble up the stairs, falling up the last two.

“He’s coming! He’s coming over!”

I’m yelling out to the others and run into the bedroom to find Jungkook getting ready for work. Taehyung is sitting in the chair, which seems to be his favorite seat, talking to Jungkook and Jimin while carelessly browsing through his phone. Jungkook smiles at me, then starts to laugh, scrunching his nose in the cutest way.

Taehyung laughs a similar amused laugh and whispers, “Cute.”

Jimin, standing in the doorway of the bathroom, takes me into his arms, halting my stride.

“Are you that excited, beautiful?”

“Yes, I am,” I say, not denying it, bouncing from excitement.

“What time is he coming?”

“Now,” I turn to answer Jungkook, Jimin now hugging me from behind. “He’s on his way but he lives 45 minutes away so I’ll still have time to shower.”

When I turn to look back up to Jimin, he brushes a few strands of hair from my forehead before placing a kiss there. My features are soft and relaxed, my eyes close lazily as his hands move down my face to gently pinch my cheeks. I mimic Jungkook’s nose scrunch, causing him to laugh then place a kiss on my lips. He then lets me go, guiding me past him and through the threshold of the bathroom by my wrist.

“Go get ready,” he says after smacking a firm hand to my ass.

“Yes, sir,” seductively drips from my lips, almost instinctively. The effect that simple statement has on Jimin is evident, from the way he bites his bottom lip to his eyes rolling back before closing shut.

When I begin to undress, all eyes immediately fall on me, which doesn’t make me nervous at all, but the butterflies in my stomach take flight anyway. Jungkook grabs his watch from the side table, and begins putting it on without looking down. Taehyung has turned to rest his chin on the arm of the chair, his arms dangling over the side, his phone swinging between the fingertips of his index finger and thumb. Jimin is still leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed against his chest while eyeing me hungrily. I continue to bare myself before ending the show by stepping into the shower, and the men continue with what they are doing. Before Jimin can walk too far away, I pop my head out and call out to him, “You coming?”

There is a darkness behind his eyes, as his smile spreads across his face, that I’ve not seen before but I’m determined to figure out what I need to do to see it again. When he is undressed, I open the door to invite him, AND the monster reaching up to his belly button, inside as steam billows out. The way his eyes examine every inch of me has me dripping in anticipation. As soon as he closes the door behind him, I pull him into me, receiving his warmth to my front to combat the heat from the water on my back. My arms hang lazily around his neck and his wrap around my back while we look into each other’s eyes.

“Are you intentionally trying me? You staring into my eyes like this just does something to me.”

“Something like what?”

He doesn’t have to say anything as his dick jumps against my stomach, the feeling igniting the burn in my belly. Tilting his head slightly and closing his eyes, Jimin takes my lips, pulling me tighter against his body and I allow my body to fall into him. This kiss is electrifying, sending chills from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet.

NAMJOON’S POV

Excitedly, I get dressed in casual house clothes. I had just gotten out of the shower and was getting ready for bed when she called. Unsure of what I should bring with me, I only grab my phone, wallet, and keys before setting out on this cool, night drive.

Zooming down the interstate, I let the windows down to allow the wind to dry my still damp hair. Comfort fills my heart as I drive, the feeling of going home after being away for too long.

What’s funny is, I knew she wasn’t alone, even before she told me the guys were still there. I can’t explain it, but I could feel them...their presence. Is it weird that I don’t find it weird… the arrangement they have? Different, sure, but I don’t mind it. Me potentially being the fourth man in her life doesn’t bother me in the slightest, and with the way the others welcomed me earlier, it felt more inviting than basic hospitality.

I’m trying to stay under the speed limit but I can’t wait to get to her, to have her in my arms, and feel my lips on hers. It’s like I already know how they feel, how they taste, but I’m wanting more of the warmth I’ve never had. I’m imagining what she likes, her favorites…from food to candy, to movies, to music, to art, to sexual positions. How would she feel under the weight of me? Does she like it fast or slow? Can she handle all of me?

“Fuck.”

I really need to cool it and concentrate on the road instead of the different ways I’d like to contort Tia’s body into.

Taehyung’s POV

“Hey, how are you feeling? Did you get enough sleep today?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m good but I’ll grab an energy drink on my way. I’m glad this is my last night shift for a little while, though. I hate having to leave you guys,” Jungkook answers.

We chat comfortably for a bit as Jungkook gathers his things to leave.

“What do you have planned for the rest of the night? Tryna jump in with Jimin?”

I chuckle for a second before responding, “Nah… not tonight unless that’s what they want. I might watch, but I think Tia spending time with Jimin is important. Plus, Namjoon is on his way, so I may just chill with Jimin when he gets here, you know? Let them get acquainted.”

“This is crazy, isn’t it?” He looks at me with the brightest smile. “This thing we have with Tia, with each other…I never want to leave…Never want it to end.”

I know where he’s coming from and I feel the same way. Now that he mentions it, I think this may be the right time to ask about last night.

“So, I know we are all trying to figure out what we want this to be, but last night…”

“Yeah, things got a little heated, huh?”

As if the thought hit him like a ton of bricks, he says, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry! Did I overstep, bro? I wasn’t thinking and just got caught in the moment. I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable, I just…”

“Jungkook…”

He stops his rambling, my voice pulling him out of his panic.

“...no, no, no. I didn’t feel uncomfortable and you didn’t overstep. It was amazing. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, actually. I feel a similar connection to you and Jimin as I do with Tia. Does this make us bisexual? Pansexual? I’ve never done anything like this before.”

I take in a full breath and hold it there as Jungkook stands to look into my eyes, inches away from my face.

“Why do we have to put a label on it? Can’t we just love each other and talk about what we’re down for? Where our boundaries are? Let’s just do what makes us happy, huh?”

Jungkook’s arm snakes around the small of my back, pulling me closer to place a kiss on my lips. Then he pulls away slightly to peer at me again, making sure I was okay with the sudden contact but also awaiting my response.

“Yeah, I like that idea. We should come up with a safe word, too.”

“That sounds like a plan. Let’s discuss it with the others… tomorrow?”

“Okay,” I reply as he’s slowly releasing me. He pecks my lips again, then disappears into the bathroom for a few minutes. When he returns, he’s cheesing like a cheshire cat which has already piqued my interest, but when he shakes his head and continues down the stairs. I HAVE to know what is going on in there so I take a seat in my favorite chair after adjusting the angle just right, so that I can sit and watch, just as they close the shower door behind them.

Jungkook’s POV

After we all leave Tia to speak to Namjoon on the phone, I unfortunately have to start getting ready for work. We all may as well be living here as we rarely leave, except for work, and our clothes and other items are slowly accumulating, Tia finding a specific place for our stuff to go. Several of my uniforms are hanging in one of the guest bedrooms down the hall from the main bedroom. I'm also noticing how Tia has begun speaking, using ‘ours’ and ‘we’ a lot more often.

I love the idea of this, of us all being in one place, but none of our places are large enough to accommodate everyone. I’m thinking of having a conversation with Tia being that I don’t want to assume anything. I want to make sure I’m not doing too much by being around everyday or having my things here. Yes, she pulled out extra toothbrushes and necessities for us and doesn’t seem to mind, but I just want to make sure.

As I’m getting dressed, Taehyung and Jimin keep me company while giving Tia her privacy to converse with Namjoon downstairs. We chat comfortably, like we’ve known each other for years… decades, even. Seated on the edge of the bed, I’m buttoning my last button when Jimin steps over to turn down my collar. Mindlessly, I place a hand on his hip, looking up into his angelic face. He is beautiful and I must admit, I am kind of attracted to him. His tenderness and care for me warms me from the inside. He licks his pillowy soft lips as he’s adjusting the last bit before stepping back to lean on the doorframe of the bathroom. My heart skips a beat and I’m wondering what this feeling could be.

I’m lost in my thoughts when we hear our clumsy love stumbling up the stairs. We know she’s not hurt when she hops up and rushes into the room. I can’t hide the amusement on my face, watching her, so excited and childlike. I’m also not surprised at the bruises that pop up on her skin, as she’s always falling or bumping into things. If I could put her in a bubble or carry her in my pocket at all times, I would.

I wonder how long it will take to get used to this feeling of calm. With me usually being the jealous type, it’s foreign to be able to watch the woman I love snuggle up in the arms of another man, with nothing but mellowness and adoration in my heart. In a perfect world, I would be able to stay home with them, but I have to go ‘protect and serve’. I’m curious as to how things will go between Tia and Namjoon but I’m sure the guys will fill me in. I watch Jimin disappear into the bathroom behind Tia before I gather my things for work.

Taehyung stops me, mentioning what happened between us last night, and I can completely understand why. I felt comfortable enough with him and Tia to do things I’ve never done…never thought I’d do, and things were intoxicating. I’ve never had any sexual experiences with men, but it just felt right in the moment. Honestly, it feels like I’m in a relationship with all of them, not just Tia. There is definitely a conversation we need to have, but until then, I’ve decided that, instead of searching for a category or label to place on what we have, that I will go with the flow and float along in our happiness.

Kissing Taehyung has become almost second nature. While he is older than me, there is something about him that makes him appear small. Maybe it’s the feeling of his slim waist in my arms or the way his body molds onto mine. Is it the way he looks at me or the way he melts when our lips touch? I don’t know, but I love it.

After tossing my backpack on, I go to say goodbye to Tia and Jimin. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to guess what those two are up to in the shower, I know they are having sex. But when I walk into the bathroom and see their movements in sync, their wet bodies caressing against each other, the way they hold onto each other as if their lives depended on how close they can get, portions of their figures hidden behind the steam that has formed on the glass shower… the vision is simply breathtaking. I wait for the moment they notice me there, not wanting to interrupt and not wanting them to stop.

“JK, is it time for you to go already?” Tia pulls away from Jimin, wiping the steam with the palm of her hand.

“Sadly, yes. I just wanted to tell you guys goodbye before I left. Sorry for interrupting.”

“No! You’re not interrupting. I would have been sad when we got out to find you’d gone without saying anything,” Jimin admits.

I step closer when Tia opens the door, letting clouds of steam, the scent of her vanilla body wash, and sex to escape. She steps out onto the bath mat, water traveling down her amber brown-colored, smooth skin to drip onto the floor. Fuck! If I wasn’t on duty, I would love to lick every droplet from her flesh. With my thumb, I brush a few beads of water from her now rosy cheek and kiss her there. Using the grip I have on her, I turn her head to the side, exposing her neck to me so that I can nibble and kiss my way from her lips to her chin, across her jaw, and down her throat.

She moans and grasps the straps of my bag, and though I’m loving the way she’s squirming and pulling me closer as I suckle at her sensitive spots, I have to let her go after kissing her lips one more time. Jimin, now standing behind her, smiles the sweetest smile which causes me to want to give him the same treatment, but I refrain from doing so, for now. I reach out to cup his face instead, allowing him to rest into my palm, his eyes closing for a moment. With a gentle pinch to his cheek and just one more kiss for Tia, I say my goodbyes before leaving the room.

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The Wild Child, Act I ✦ BTS

✦ BTS x Fem! Oc's

━━━━━ ( SYNOPSIS. ) She is suddenly forced to attend the all-girls boarding school, St. Victoria's. Determined to break free, she tries to escape. Her only problem? To do so she must go through the neighboring boarding school and its notorious group, the Bangtan boys. Among them, one member captivates her the most, blurring the line between rebellion and romance.

genre. boarding school au, angst, fluff, smut

word count. 4,586

warnings. only curses for now

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ACT I.

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Claire, a tall girl with an eighty's aura and a shag haircut, sits in the passenger seat of her father's car, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. The car hums with tension as they drive down the road, the passing scenery reflecting the girl's inner turmoil. She was about to meet her doom.

She gazes out the window, her expression a mix of anger and frustration. The weight of her resentment hangs heavy in the air.

“I can't believe you're making me go to some stupid all-girls boarding school, Dad. This is so unfair!” she grimaces. This had been her constant complaint ever since receiving the news, but somehow, like a broken record, she still held onto those words, praying it would be enough to make her dad rethink his decision. It wasn’t.

Her father, Mr. Deschamps, a middle-aged man with tired eyes due to his rushed businessman life, glances at her with a mixture of concern and regret. “Claire, we've talked about this. It's a better opportunity for you. You'll have a chance to focus on your studies and discover new interests.” he insists softly.

Claire scoffs, her frustration boiling over.

Her voice sounds angry as she replies, “Better opportunity?! What about my life here? My friends? You're ripping me away from everything I know!”

Her father's grip tightens on the steering wheel, his tone laced with remorse.

“Claire, honey, I didn't make this decision lightly. It's for your future. You'll make new friends, and have new experiences. Please try to understand.”

Claire's gaze remains fixed on the passing scenery, her umbrage simmering beneath her rebellious exterior. “You simply don't get it, Dad,” she says resentfully as the view keeps changing dramatically into a more rural area. “You don't know what it's like to be uprooted from everything familiar, to start over in some stuffy boarding school.”

Her father's voice softens, laced with a tinge of sadness. “I know it's hard, honey,” he admits sincerely. “But sometimes, we must make sacrifices for the greater good. Trust me, I only want what's best for you.”

Claire's anger doesn’t wane, even though she is tempted to soothe at her dad’s words. “Change can be scary, but it also opens doors to new opportunities.” he continues, tenderly. “You're strong, Claire. You'll adapt, and who knows, you might find something incredible out here.”

Her gaze shifts from the passing greenery outside to her father's warm and understanding eyes. She takes a deep breath, slowly releasing the pent-up frustration. There was no point discussing this with him, he would never back up on his word. And the truth was, ever since he got together with that Malibu Barbie wannabe called Blanche, this was destinate to happen. She had waited for the rug to be pulled from under her feet as her distrust in life itself was a rooted injustice carved deep in her heart, but now that it happened, she tried desperately to hold onto a shimmer of hope.

And how tricky it was to expect, to wait for someone else to take the reins of one’s life... No one would come and save her, that was clear. So why not save herself?

“Sure thing, Dad.” Claire mumbles resigned. At least for now.

A bittersweet silence fills the car as they continue their journey, both aware that this new chapter holds challenges and possibilities that neither can fully anticipate. The beginning of a plan to escape the boarding school, however, started to thread like a lightning bolt in the girl’s mind.

She would make sure no one would see it coming. And one thing was certain, Claire Deschamps would never settle into a life in the middle of nowhere, nor a life she hadn’t chosen herself.

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Claire steps out of her father's car, her jeans bomber jacket with wide shoulders and lots of sewn trinkets contrasting greatly with the more conservative uniforms of the other students passing by. Their plaid skirts had at least two full hands more fabric compared to the black leather one she used.

She takes a deep breath, bracing herself for what lies ahead. Mr. Deschamps opens the trunk, retrieving her suitcase and opening space for two employees to try and lift the big chest full of stickers that also belonged to Claire.

“Here you go, honey.” He hands the lush green suitcase to her. “I hope you find… Some great things here.”

She takes it, grudgingly. “Don’t be so disappointed when I don’t.”

Her father shows a sympathetic smile on his face as he pauses to take in what she had just said. “I understand, Claire.” He opts to say. “Take care of yourself. Call me if you need anything, okay?”

Claire nods, unable to hide her lingering resentment. Her father gives her a last reassuring smile before driving away.

As she sees the Rolls-Royce disappearing on the dirty road, the Headmistress Winters, a stern and composed woman in her fifties whom she had already seen printed on the flyer advertising the school, approaches Claire with an air of authority. The disapproving expression that she wears only exacerbates Claire’s dislike for her furthermore.

“You must be Miss Deschamps, our newest student,” the woman says, inspecting her closer. “I trust you had a pleasant journey?”

To that, Claire rolls her eyes discreetly, her guard already up. “Oh, joy,” she mutters under her breath.

Putting on a polite facade, the Headmistress takes a step further, “As you know, I am Headmistress Winters. Your father and I talked on the phone. Welcome to St. Victoria’s Academy. Here we expect our students to uphold the highest standards of discipline and academic excellence.” She waves her hand in a high class and fluid motion, introducing the grand structure of the school behind her.

There is a moment of silence as Claire fights the urge to scoff, her skepticism apparent.

“Sounds like a real party,” she mutters dryly under her breath.

Headmistress Winters's eyes narrow not catching what the girl has to say, however, judging by the lack of excitement on Claire’s part and her many years of experience when it came to building character, she maintains her composed demeanor. She knows a troublemaker when she sees one.

With thinly veiled annoyance she adds firmly, “Respect and compliance are expected from all students, Claire. You'll find that St. Victoria’s Academy offers numerous opportunities for personal development and camaraderie. I suggest you keep an open mind.”

Claire's expression remains guarded, her disdain for the headmistress palpable the more words fell from her mouth. Her tone is pure cynicism as she answers. “Sure, Mrs. Winters. I'll keep an open mind while I'm here.”

Begrudgingly, she follows the older woman through the school's grand entrance, the imposing architecture and hushed conversations heightening her unease.

The Hall of Entrance in the all-girls boarding school exudes an air of elegance and tradition. Polished marble floors stretch out beneath the students' feet, reflecting the soft glow of the chandeliers that hang overhead. Tall, arched windows line the walls, allowing sunlight to filter in and cast a warm, inviting glow on the surroundings.

As Claire steps into the hall after the Headmistress, she is greeted by a flurry of activity. Girls in crisp uniforms pass by more eagerly than the ones she saw outside, their eyes darting to and fro, their hushed whispers carrying snippets of gossip. The hall becomes a stage for both fellowship and rivalry, as cliques form and dissolve with each passing moment.

The sound of clicking heels and rustling skirts mingles with the gentle murmur of conversation, creating a symphony of feminine energy. Some girls walk with confidence, their heads held high, while others seem more reserved, their eyes darting nervously as they try to find their place within the social hierarchy.

Portraits of past headmistresses and notable alumnae adorn the walls, their stern gazes reminding the students of the institution's legacy and the high expectations placed upon them. Some peak Claire’s attention. One of the spaces in particular, the one dedicated to the sports league, shows boys’ teams and trophies they earned against them, but she can’t find the right moment to ask what it is about as Mrs. Winters walks like a thunderstorm.

The aroma of freshly polished wood and the faint hint of perfume linger in the air making her curiosity calmly dissipate, creating an atmosphere that is both refined and pansy.

A grand staircase, its banisters intricately carved, leads to the upper levels of the school. It serves as a focal point, drawing the eyes of the girls as they ascend and descend, their interactions playing out on the stage of the hall.

Claire becomes acutely aware of the watchful eyes as she makes her way through the bustling crowd, trailing the steps of Mrs. Winters. Some girls shoot her curious glances, sizing her up and speculating about the newcomer. Whispers trail in her wake, snippets of conversation filled with intrigue and speculation.

Mrs. Winters then suddenly turns to face her once more, revealing behind her shoulder line a girl who matches Claire’s height, with bangs and a cascade of hazel hair. The girl’s warm and open expression contrasts greatly with Claire’s defensive demeanor.

Noticing Claire’s disinterest, Mrs. Winters starts, “Let me introduce you to your new roommate, Claire. She’ll help you settle in.”

Extending her hand politely and rather excitedly, the girl before her greets, “Hi! I'm Ella. It’s really nice to meet you!”

Claire reluctantly shakes Ella's hand, her guard still up. Frustrated by the already lack of choice on her end she mumbles, “Yeah, hi.”

Headmistress Winters nods curtly, signaling the end of their interaction. “Miss Dubois, why don’t you show Claire to your dormitory and explain how things work around here? I was in the middle of a rather urgent matter when she arrived...”

Without missing a beat, Ella promptly nods, understanding the task at hand. “Sure thing, Headmistress. Follow me, roomie!”

The newfound nickname makes Claire hiss internally like a cornered cat, but she plays the part, thankful to finally get herself rid of the Headmistress's presence.

Before the two of them can walk further away, Mrs. Winters dismissively points again, “Very well, off you go. Make sure you familiarize yourself with the rules and expectations of this institution, Miss Deschamps.”

Claire raises an eyebrow, her rebellious spirit flickering to life. “I'll keep that in mind, Headmistress,” she replies defiantly, turning her back to the woman.

Leaving the bustling hall and the scrutinizing eyes of the older woman, Claire turns to Ella, a sense of complicity forming between them as she notices how much more relaxed her new guide seems to be.

Smiling, Ella reassures her. “I promise this is not all as daunting as it seems.” Claire takes a deep breath, her apprehension giving way to a glimmer of hope. She follows Ella, ready to navigate the challenges of this new environment, determined to find her place amidst the rules and expectations she so vehemently resents. Who knows?, she thinks, maybe her new roommate can give her an escape route without even noticing. She could be escaping St. Victoria’s much earlier than she had predicted.

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Claire wasn’t convinced if Ella had what it takes to be her newfound ally. The headmistress seemed to trust her enough which made her either valuable to the plan or a stone in her shoe. Although Claire was pending more to the former since the girl seemed very friendly as they kept a light conversation and she led the way through the bustling hallways. More often than not, the veteran would gush about her own friends as she vibrantly pointed to Claire how their day-to-day was, and for moments, more than to seek intel to architect her plan, the brunette found herself momentarily forgetting about her purpose as she got infected by Ella’s contagious energy.

Their footsteps echo softly as they step onto the serene patio, where blooming flowers and neatly trimmed hedges create a serene oasis within the school grounds. The sound of laughter and animated conversations drifts through the air as girls gather in small groups, enjoying moments of respite and fellowship.

Claire’s eyes scan the scenery, and they get caught in the ruckus three girls are making right by the center fountain of the patio. The one standing in the middle, a blonde with a high ballerina bun, dances excitedly as she flashes a knitted scarf to her peers. “You think JK will like it?” Her voice travels through the open space as she points specifically to the initials engraved in it.

Noticing Claire’s mind is far away from whatever she is saying, Ella leans closer, whispering, “That’s Vivienne for you,” she chuckles as Claire’s glance shifts quickly back, “Everyone calls her Vivi and you’ll soon hate her too, trust me.”

To that statement, Claire’s eyes return inquiring to Ella’s, her nose scrunching in doubt.

“You see, she delusionally believes she and some trouble boy are meant to be. We’re all tired to hear about it, or witness moments like this.” Ella points with her head to the blonde once more. “There she goes, making him a scarf he won’t probably use. Tell me about waste of time!”

Claire mildly snorts entertained, looking at the scene as well. “Poor girl.”

“Oh, believe me!” Ella exhales, walking away and her roommate follows, “That one is nothing of the sort. Imagine Regina George in real life. That’s her, right there.”

In a lack of response from the brunette, Ella gestures towards a row of benches shaded by a grand oak tree. ”Anyways, this is our patio, Claire. It's the perfect spot to relax and soak up some sunshine during breaks. And see over there? That's the canteen.”

The delicious aroma of freshly cooked meals fills the air as soon as they step closer to the precinct. Girls line up at the serving counter, chatting and exchanging stories as they eagerly await their turn. The room is alive with vibrant colors, with posters and artwork adorning the walls, adding a touch of creativity to the space.

“We refuel here, obviously.” Ella glances excited to see Claire’s reaction. “The food is surprisingly good, and there's always a variety of options to choose from… Well. When the boys don’t join, that is. They can be savages.” she chuckles nonchalantly.

Suddenly Claire’s eyes perk with curiosity. Every bit of information she had gathered about the school before arriving said this was an all-girls academy, but then again, there were existent photos of boys displayed in the hall. Not to say Vivienne’s parade a second ago. Do they have a day off?, she muses, Could this be an opportunity? “What do you mean boys? Isn’t this an all-girls school?” she voices her thoughts as Ella takes the lead again, taking her on another stroll.

The energetic roommate greets some girls that pass by them with a sympathetic smile before returning her focus to the newcomer beside her.

“Well, yeah. The Alarie boarding school for boys is right across the river, and we often have classes together. You know, lack of teachers in the far countryside.” she shrugs.

Before she can inquire further, Ella is already distracted, smiling at the passersby.

“With Jimin? Again?! God, what’s her secret!” They hear a girl gasp to a friend as they crossways.

Oh. I see..., Claire’s thoughts put the pieces together. She quickly looks at the hazel-haired girl making her company.

By the raise of eyebrows that she gives her and the flicker of frolic that flashes in her eyes, Ella is quick to warn, “It’s strictly forbidden to hang out with them boys, Claire. No smogging. No funny hands.”

“But she just-” Claire refuted pointing behind her shoulders to the girl that passed by sharing her indignation a bit too loudly.

Ella gave her a warning yet laid-back glance, “Alright, people go on with it in secret but as you can see, nothing is really a secret around here. And then when you least expect it, bam! You’re in trouble!”

“Are they at least hot? Or I don’t know... Worth the trouble?”

Ella thinks for a second and then shrugs with a naivety Claire knows to be fake, “How would I know?”

“If you say so!” Claire pretends to salute dramatically, a bickering well read by the other as to the current square state the Academy insisted on following rules. And so, Ella pulls her to a quick jog entertained, and a bit tempted to show her new roommate she also knew how to break a few of them. Even if the rules she was breaking weren’t as grand as Claire deemed them to be. The students passing by confirmed the thought as they judged their behavior, and Claire laughed even louder at their tedious conformism. The rule about not running in the hallways was true indeed.

As they arrive at their shared dormitory, their footsteps grow softer as they enter the hushed ambiance of the living quarters. The dormitory is a cozy space adorned with tasteful decorations, featuring two neatly made beds, desks adorned with books and personal touches, and small corkboards for photos and reminders.

Ella jumps to sit on her own bed, bouncing on the mattress as she does so. “And here we are,” she gestures. “Our humble abode. It may not be the biggest, but it's home.”

Claire looks around the room, a hint of curiosity dancing in her eyes as she imagines the memories that will unfold within these walls, even if for brief moments. Ella seems a nice girl, but she won’t be around to discover much more about her. She needs to escape this. Her real friends await in the big city.

“Yeah, it's not bad…”

Ella grins with the comment, her warmth shining through.

“We'll make it cozy, you’ll see,” she says encouragingly. “Plus, you still have to meet my girls! They are rooming right in front of us. It’s great to share stuff and to keep gossip in day!” She laughs at her own behavior.

As Claire sets her suitcase down and begins to unpack, a bit aloof to her roommate’s words, a newfound sense of optimism fills the room. To Ella is the beginning of a new friendship, even if her roommate was a hard one to crack. But she was patient, everyone had their personal time after all. To Claire, it is a journey through a path she had never charted before, but her father was right about one thing---she is strong. And she will prevail.

“We’ll meet them in a few!” Ella continues, snapping Claire out of her thoughts, “They went to pick up your uniforms for you.”

Claire eyes her with gratitude, showing for the first time a smile, even if timid, and her roommate mimicked the action. Only hers was as big as her enthusiasm for finally having a friend to share her bedroom with.

Still sitting by her bed, Ella watches as Claire takes only her toiletries out of her green suitcase, as well as a portrait of her and what the girl gathered to be her mom. The tall wild child discards the pouch with her cosmetics by the bed, as she walks toward the bedside table, closely placed to the window, adjusting the portrait on top of it. Her clothes, still inside the suitcase, didn’t seem important and were left forgotten still inside it, untouched. Or so Ella thought so.

“Your mom is beautiful,” she comments gently, looking at how Claire’s eyes seem to hover with longing at the picture.

The brunette opens a small smile, thanking her roommate almost in a whisper, eyes still glued to the image of her mom. How she missed her.

And then suddenly a loud pang interrupts the moment, making her jump and Ella scream. Startled by the sudden impact of a ball against her bedroom window, she had fallen back onto her bed, her heart racing. She swiftly rises and storms towards the window again, fueled by annoyance and ready to unleash her frustration on the culprit responsible.

Seething with anger, Claire flings open the window of her dorm room on the second floor, ready to give the culprit a piece of her mind. Ella knees on her bed to look at the indicted herself. “Shit.” She manages to say.

Claire’s words, however, catch in her throat as she locks eyes with a boy she has never seen before, and taking by Ella’s reaction beside her, it was clear that wasn’t her case, her roommate knew him.

His mischievous grin and charismatic presence immediately captivate her, and a flicker of curiosity replaces her initial anger. Still, she stands her ground and through gritted teeth, she lashes, “What's your problem?!”

Both girls watch as he brings casually one of his hands to shield his eyes from the sun, his smile gleaming with amusement.

“Oh, I apologize, princess,” he says charmingly. “You weren’t supposed to-” he trails off, “Well, I wasn’t looking to make an impression on you but now…” he considers, his smile doubling the size.

Claire tries to maintain her composure, but there's an undeniable pull towards the Alarie’s boy that she can't ignore.

“Impression?” She scoffs slightly flustered, “If it’s at being stupid, you've certainly succeeded. Who are you anyway?”

The boy takes a step closer toward the shade of the tall building to see her better, a playful glint in his eyes as he keeps looking up chuckling at her response.

With a smirk, he replies. “You didn’t hear of me? I'm Jungkook,” he says as if it explains a lot, with a smugness that makes Claire crazy to punch out of his face. “I go to the Alarie’s, right next door.”

“JK!” another boy shouts from a distance, and Claire’s eyes travel to the field to meet the face of Jungkook’s peer. A group of boys is joyfully hanging out there, waiting for him.

As her eyes turn back to him, standing beneath her window, with a raised eyebrow, Jungkook says with yet another chuckle, “You never told me your name.”

She sneers, “And I won’t.”

Despite her refusal, Claire can't help but feel a certain curiosity pull toward Jungkook. His confidence and charm leave her intrigued, even if she tries to deny it or finds it too brazen.

Jungkook sends another intrigued look her way, a hint of mischief in his voice.

“Don't worry, princess. I’ll find it soon enough.” that answer only makes her blood boil further. “Besides, life's too short to be boring, don't you think? I like the mystery.” He shrugs with a smile, picking the rugby ball that was fallen by his feet, and starting to walk back. He turns once again to see her reaction, raising his voice as he adds, “And tell your rat roommate that the next one is meant for her!” He lifts the ball in his hand as if he raised a toast.

“I'm not fucking interested in your idea of excitement, Jungkook. Save your charm for someone else!” She shouts defiantly but he only laughs in response, now fully turning his back and jogging swiftly toward his friends.

She can't help but watch his back and carefree stance, even if Ella’s presence is made heard by her side. Under rushed and muted curses, the girl gets up from the bed, initiating an anxious breakdown as she paced back and forth inside their bedroom.

Claire’s gaze finally moves away from the window to fall upon her roommate’s state. “Not that it’s any of my business, but... You wanna talk about it?” she asks, gaining no response apart from a full stop on the pacing and Ella’s hands coming to a desperate grip on her own locks.

“Ella!” Claire calls her, closing the distance between them, “Hey, what’s going on?” The change of attitude of the girl was so brusque from her previous joyful self that it got her worried.

She gently touched her shoulder, and Ella’s eyes finally found her own. “I’m totally, completely, fucked.” She confesses finally.

“What happened? Is it about this Jungkook guy?”

The hazel-haired girl gives her a nod and Claire’s eyebrows knit together. She manages to inhale, ready to question further but they are interrupted by the cheerful tinkle of shoes and greetings.

“We got it!” It’s what she hears as she looks at the door to their room that had been left open. Two girls enter the space, both shorter than Ella and her. They look excited, probably having fun on the way there.

“Hi! You must be the new girl,” The shortest one says, giving her a cordial smile. She has her long honey-blonde hair held back by a bow. “I’m Lola, this is Avery...”

“And this is your uniforms!” While Lola has a royal aura to her, somewhat restrained and charismatic, Avery seems more upfront and girly. Her hair is like coal and so glossy that it shines hues of dark blue in the light.

Taking the folded clothes from her hands with a smile of her own, Claire introduces herself. “Thank you, I’m Claire. And you really didn’t have to do it-”

“It’s totally fine, we wanted to!” Lola insists bubbly, waving off, and the brunette smiles thankful.

The blonde walks her way toward Ella’s bed, familiar enough to sit on it as she grabs a pillow to hug as she did so.

“Girls. He knows.” To Claire’s relief, Ella finally enters the conversation. “I hate myself!” She adds, grunting.

She notices how the other two react fervently to the comment as she places the pile of uniforms on top of her bed, ceasing to be the focus of their attention. They look at Ella with staring eyes, clearly on topic but still indignant about the rest of the information that still doesn’t come.

“What do you mean he knows?!” Avery is the first to question. “How would he know? There were no boys in class that day...”

To which Lola quickly made a comment with a nudge at her waist, “I told you there was! Louis, remember?”

At the same time, Ella explained. “Now Jungkook sent a stupid ball flying up the window on purpose. After my head of course!”

While Claire looked from one to another trying to unveil the situation, both Avery and Lola unleashed a series of wroth exclamations, to what Ella took part in instead of actually providing a clearer explanation.

“I’m sorry.” Claire interrupted. “But can someone situate me here? What does this Jungkook know? And why is it a big deal? I’m lost.” She had a notion she was being brazen as she wasn’t close to the three friends before her, but not a couple minutes before she had witnessed a boy sending a warning in the shape of a rugby ball to her roommate. If this was to continue while she stayed there, she needed to know at least the basics.

Avery and Lola look from her to Ella apprehensively waiting. So this is mildly important, she thinks. And then the latter sighs.

“I wasn’t completely honest with you about the boys’ part...”

To that statement, Claire slowly realizes that there may be more to this school than meets the eye, and consequently, more that she needs to unravel to make her flight seem a mystery. Glancing out of the window, Alerie’s boarding school for boys is starting to feel like a needed pit stop, as it stands tall between St. Victoria’s building and her much-wanted freedom.

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horus academy 5 — bts x oc

@singguks × @socksjinie × @bluenpjm

summary: in a school where greek methods rules, not everything is as clear as it appears to be. heart, mind, soul, and body. those are the teams of the horus academy and boarding school. but deep within the long corridors, lies dark secrets. the so-called loving families formed in the shapes of teams begin to tear when an anonymous source unravels their deepest secrets.

genre: high school au | mystery au | social au | angst | fluff

pairing: OT7 × OC’s

rating: M

word count: 15.2k

warnings: foul language, friends fighting, getting stalked, lies and threats, bullying. really, a lot of fights and harsh words.

chapters. 04, 05, 06 ✹ masterlist

Three days had passed since the games and the rumor still hadn’t died down.

People would stare and bluntly gossip whenever Jimin or even the rest of the group passed by in the halls. And the worst of it, for the group itself, was that the realization of it was indeed shocking. It was one thing being the talk of the hour because of teenage behavior regarding breaking into the boys' dorm rooms… Another was actually sleeping with a teacher while being a minor.

At first, Jimin had the brilliant idea of wanting to skip biology class on Tuesday morning, which everyone was against. It was decided that he would not only go to class as a normal and not guilty student would, but he was to behave and cut all communication with his lover for a little while. Just until the rumor died down and he could come to his senses and end the rendezvous himself.

Kaya, the one sharing biology class with him, kept a hawk’s watch on his moves. And Jimin was actually doing his best. She could easily buy the facade he was putting up. The one inciting fire to the rumor was Miss Bellum herself, who couldn’t help but look at the boy from time to time. And if Kaya was noticing it, the gossiping leeches were too.

As soon as the bell rang, Kaya shoved her notebooks into her purse and pulled Jimin by the arm, dragging him out of the class. His backpack was still half opened and he had to carry the biology textbook in his hand.

She turned the first corner she came into, and went down a few steps of the stairs, coming to a stop in its middle. Jimin looked at her completely lost, glancing at his sides to see if people were passing by or judging the moment as weird as he was.

“Wha–” he tried but she interrupted him in pure frustration.

“I can’t believe you told her!” she burst, still trying to be as quiet as possible so no one could hear. And before he had a chance to come up with a lie or an excuse to stall, Kaya continued. “Don’t even try and pretend you didn’t. She looked at you the whole time as if the world was ending and you were some abandoned dog!”

Jimin glanced back at the corridor before answering, he couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched all the time. “I had to, ok?” a tired sigh left his lips, and Kaya held her tongue so she could let him speak. Before continuing his reasoning, he put the textbook in his backpack, all while the girl looked anxiously at him. “She texted me on Sunday–Just to check on me after the fight with Archie! Relax!”

“How. Will. I. Relax, Park Jimin!” she slapped his arms outraged while he tried to evade it.

He searched for words but nothing seemed good enough so he opted to hug her instead. Kaya was as much on edge as he was. This wasn’t just a vendetta against him, this was a deliberate attack on the whole group. “Listen, I promised you guys I wouldn’t be in touch with her anymore and I’m not. But she deserved to know what was happening, so I told her, ok? Just so that if anything happened–If any student said something, she wouldn’t be caught unprepared. It was the least I could do.”

Kaya nodded in understanding. She could at least breathe more at ease, and she held Jimin for a few seconds more, wishing that she could wake up from this nightmare named You.

Before their moment of peace could last a little longer, Jimin’s phone buzzed in his front pocket, taking an arrow straight at both his and Kaya’s heart. Not again, he feared.

They broke away from the embrace. She anchored herself on the wall behind her, crossing her arms to form a shield against whatever was coming their way. Jimin, in turn, reached for the device while mustering the courage he still had.

Kaya saw his eyes reading the message but she couldn’t decipher his face. From where she was standing, and the way his eyebrows slightly furrowed, it didn’t look good. She gulped. “So?”

“It’s Tae.” he said apprehensively, taking a quick look at her face.

The air escaped her lips and he saw her entire body relax. Recomposing herself she questioned, “You still haven’t talked about it?” to which he shook his head. “Well… Good luck with that.”

With a not-so-cheerful pat on his shoulder, Kaya was quick to leave her friend on the empty flight of stairs to resume her schedule.

The sun shined bright in the sky, and although Elena was lying down on their usual table bench outside, she couldn’t seem to enjoy the warm beaming on her skin peacefully.

Yoongi, Jin, and Jungkook sat by the table with her, while they waited for the twins to grab something from the cafeteria for their lunch. And although two of them were contributing to her quiet beauty nap, Jin couldn’t help but throw in assumptions of who could possibly be You.

“Listen, I wouldn’t doubt that Archie was psycho enough to just come at us,” Elena could hear him say, “I’m just saying it isn’t his style at all to come at someone through social media.” and although none of them responded to it, she could tell that both Yoongi and Jungkook were thinking about his reasoning because so was she. Jin had a point. And so he continued rambling, “He’s too… Aggressive to be just like–Oh I know your secret ha ha ha! I feel like he would at least brag about it while taking a punch at our beautiful faces.”

“Yeah,” Yoongi agreed. “The problem here is that we know nothing about this You person to even try and assume who it is…”

A defeated silence followed. It was enough for Elena to open her eyes, only to have to turn her face on the bench so as to not be blinded by the light. She couldn’t see the boys, since they were all sitting on the other side of the table, but she could watch how some students passed by. Even from far away, they would glance at them with judgemental eyes. She inhaled impatiently.

“What’s taking them so long, by the way?” Jin was the kind of person that lived in the moment. And at this moment at least, food was more important. Elena’s stomach would agree, but her head was seething with possibilities. And so she sat up, making the three boys before her pay attention.

She inquired, “What if we got to know something about You?” they looked at her pondering. “Even the smallest detail would help, right?”

“And how we’d manage that?” Jungkook finally spoke up, while the older two were already pondering for themselves.

All they did until now was wait around and be there whenever You decided to use them as punching bags. Elena was fed up with it. There had to be some way to strike back. Plus, in her head, if this You person was working alone, they would have the advantage. They were a whole group.

“Why don’t we counter-strike on social media? Since it’s this loser's playground and all. I figure that if we manage to have everyone’s support and throw this shade at them like they’ve been obviously throwing at us, You will lose it.” she said, crossing her legs on the bench. The thing was not to add more to the fire but she felt the need to make this You person realize they knew how to stand tall as a group. Elena could picture herself receiving all this negative attention alone, and if that were the case she didn’t think she would like it very much or even be that secure to repeat the process all over again.

Jin sighed. He recognized that she was right but at the same time, it would be a bold move. “What would we even say? Again, we don’t know who this person is… So we don’t know how to push their buttons.”

“How about we start at the ‘You’re behind a screen because you don’t have the balls to come say it to my face’ part?”

As Jungkook tried to hold his laughter and Yoongi pensively looked down with his arms crossed, Jin was obliged to answer Elena’s thoughts. “That seems well articulated to me.” he nodded in agreement.

“Well, good, let’s watch how this rat squirms after I turn some sides then,” She added, making a go for her mobile that had been forgotten on top of the stone table. The girl managed to unlock the device and tap on the app to start writing before Yoongi made himself heard again.

He started by saying, “I don’t think this is a good idea, Elena.” which made her stop what she was doing to look at him. “You’re going to provoke them, and then what?”

How she exhaled and gesticulated with her free hand made him know she was fed up to the point of quitting too much explanation. Jin for the first time got quiet, and Jungkook’s eyes were once again doing that thing when he got apprehensive; they would double the size. “I get it. I know what you mean by wanting to know their next move. You’re going to try and fit them into a team and track them down that way. Maybe even scare them enough to not come after us again. But it’s an unsure move. What if it gets worse? I don’t know…” Yoongi tried to reason with her before something else blew right in their faces.

“I mean. It can’t get worse than this!” she looked around and so did Yoongi. People kept gossiping and scrutinizing their every move. “We need to take action. You know that.”

And before anyone could say anything else, she finished writing it and pressed send.

There was some comfort in Elena’s post, even if no one said much more about it. She treated the situation as if all of the things they were exposed for doing were nothing but mere rumors, and there was a big relief on that. Almost as if they could resume what they have known before as normal school life.

“If you two took a bit more to arrive here I swear I would pass out of hunger.” Jin pointed out as soon as he saw Taehyung and Freya approach them, each holding two silver trays full of food.

The boys were quick to organize the table and pick their plates to start eating, failing to notice how Freya’s glance was locked with Elena’s. Taehyung almost managed to sit in the middle of the two, if it weren’t for his twin shoving him to the side.

As soon as she passed her legs through and managed to sit, she whispered in Elena’s ear, “Care to fill me in on what that post was about?”

“I’m just relieved I said something back” she confided, “We really needed a win around here.”

“You did good,” Freya agreed cheerfully. They looked at each other and realizing what she had just said, she tried to fix it, “Not you as in You but like. You.” she pointed out and Elena couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh forget it! You know what I meant.”

Out of the whole group, everyone met up during lunch, as per usual. Everyone but Namjoon and Jimin. The former had to skip it because of the captain’s duties. Psykhe’s leader had to stay longer in a monthly meeting about their team’s expenses and such.

Jimin, however, was being avoidant. Taehyung knew him well enough to know that.

He knew that as soon as he texted him saying they needed to talk, the first thing Jimin would do was this—avoid him at all costs. So excusing himself politely from the table, Taehyung went back to the cafeteria and picked some chicken wings with sauce as a peace offering, making his way to the boys’ dorms.

It was actually the perfect time for some privacy, as the majority of people were hanging on the patio for lunch and Jimin’s roommate, Hoseok, was also out.

He had to knock two times before the door was answered. Jimin opened it sporting nothing but a towel around his waist. He didn’t say much, just made way so Taehyung could come into the room.

The tallest stopped by the beds, feeling a little out of place because of his best friend’s unbothered eyes and sudden irresolvable stance. He hesitated with the box of chicken wings still in his hands. Jimin kept moving around in false pretense, entering the bathroom and then coming out of it seconds later with a smaller towel in hand, using it to boyishly dry his drenched locks.

Deciding to approach carefully, Taehyung said, “Brought you some lunch,” he slightly lifted his hand showing the white squared box that transpired a mouth-watering smell. “The canteen was about to close, so…”

Jimin gave him a small smile in return, still busy with his chore. “Thanks.”

“Alright.”

The food was placed at the closest writing table. Taehyung had to press his lips to contain his inner fuming. He turned around to face his best friend with a wave of anger he was finding quite difficult to contain.

His hands found his hips as he managed to say, “So you’re the one that gets to be mad at me? Not the other way around? I see.”

“Oh please, quit the sarcasm” Jimin spits quite impatiently himself.

“Sure. Just as soon as you cut the bullshit.” Taehyung said almost immediately demanding from his best friend what they haven’t gotten ever since the secret had been out. The courage to face the truth.

Jimin had a very different reaction from what Taehyung had envisioned for what was to come. He saw how his best friend rolled his eyes before answering, and Jimin’s voice sounded tired as he said, “Not you too.” he exhaled.

Taehyung looked at him with daggers in his eyes. His eyebrows twitched questioning, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Excuse me?!” was all that he managed to blurt out.

“Go on. Spit it. I know you also have something to say.”

Still taken aback by Jimin’s reaction he scoffs. “Are you being serious?” His stance is as cold as the resentment he was feeling. His chest was about to explode due to the unfairness of the situation. The words fell short no matter what he thought of saying, and so he muted himself. The chocolate locks boy just stood there looking at his friend, feeling just as hurt.

Impatient, Jimin ran his hand through his hair. “That was why you came here with the wings! Or do you think I’m stupid?” he said, panting in anger. His normally cheerful eyes were big and glossy. “We’ve been avoiding this talk long enough so just say whatever it is that you have to say.” his chest kept rising and falling in the heat of the moment.

The boy before him had to take a second to answer. He stopped biting his tongue and all that fell from his mouth was the beginning of sarcastic laughter. Taehyung shook his head, scanning the room before meeting Jimin’s eyes again. “Yes.” He began, and the room turned to ice. “You do seem stupid after saying that.” he paused but Jimin wasn’t able to answer. A knot began forming in his throat. “And were we avoiding it?” Taehyung corrected with a pert yet sad smile, “Or were you? Because I didn’t see you coming to me to talk about it.”

Without much thinking, Jimin scoffed. “Stupid?” His words were laced with anger but his features told a different tale. “What else are you holding? C’mon, let it all out.”

There was a pause. And a strike of realization from both ends.

Taehyung exhaled. His eyebrows were knit together as his words began more paused and controlled than before. “I’m holding the fact that my best friend seems more eager to blame me than to actually understand what I really came here to do.” By the time his angry eyes meet Jimin’s, the latter feels drowned by his own guilt. “I’m not everyone else, you know…” Taehyung’s voice sounds hurtful. “I thought you knew that.”

Jimin only understands his best friend had left the room as the sound of the door being hammered echoes. The anger consumes him and in a bashful split second, he grabs the first thing that comes into hand. Hoseok’s lamp is thrown at the wall.

The din followed by scattered glass on the floor made him conscious of the mess he had just made. And that any mess could turn messier than what was thought possible.

One by one the group started to disperse. The lunch break was a very needed one, but everything good in life came to an end.

Yoongi was mindlessly scrolling his timeline in search of new song recommendations when he realized his friends had already moved on with their affairs. As he got up and grabbed his things he spotted Freya from afar. The girl was sitting by a big oak tree, basking in its welcoming shade.

He had to get closer to note she had her eyes peacefully closed. There was a slight breeze that blew softly on her locks. From where he was standing, it looked like she was in a painting.

“Not that is any of my business,” he said, plumping himself down right next to her. “But as your current fake boyfriend, I should say… Your brother sucks!” he joked, making her open a cheerful smile.

With her eyes still closed, she asked, “What did he do this time?”

“Well… He’s been hinting that he wanted to talk to me for a while now, you know–About us. But we still haven’t had the chance… All this You stuff and all.” Freya opens her eyes as she hears Yoongi sigh. “And now ever since Jimin’s thing came out he’s been all stressed.”

The girl took a glance at him. Yoongi kept his eyes on the horizon, and if she knew him well enough, his head was spinning trying to find a practical solution to this mess. Even if his semblance was calm and composed. “And he’s been taking it out on you,” Freya states.

“And he’s been taking it out on me, yeah.”

Even though the boy beside her laughed about it, she knew it was bothering him deep down. She noticed how Taehyung was sharp and borderline surly to Yoongi during lunch. Her brother could be a bit too transparent about his feelings, never knowing how to suppress them. And she had a perfect notion she was a bit too much the same.

“If it serves any consolation to you, he criticized my footwear of choice today,” she opts to say, keeping a light mood by clinking the heels of her recently acquired cowboy boots. Yoongi can’t help but laugh. Freya, as well as her brother, had always liked using questionable things when it came to fashion. And the thought of the twins having a discussion about the item can’t seem to leave his head. It felt so ridiculous that it immediately brought a smile to his face.

Freya laughed along, pleased to hear his own loud one.

Yoongi steals a glance at her as he leans his head on the trunk of the tree behind them. It’s been a while since they had been this peaceful, and he would hate to end the moment but at the same time, he felt the need to check on her. “And how have you been? On a more serious note.”

“Same old same”

“Freya.” He presses still looking at her profile. The girl sighs reluctantly and Yoongi can see the joy fading from her distant eyes.

She turns her head so she can face him and give him the answers upon his request, as she sees no way out of it, but as soon as she opens her mouth she gets interrupted. “Hey!” her eyes leave Yoongi’s face and land on Jungkook’s. “Sorry…” The boy says as Yoongi’s gaze on him feels like a rebuke. As if he had interrupted a conversation that wasn’t made for his ears. “I–Mhmm… I hope I’m not interru–”

“Hi!” Freya exclaimed with a sunny smile returned to her lips. “No, no! Sit!”

Jungkook smiled along, doing as instructed, sitting in front of the pair. He rested his backpack by his knee as he sat cross-legged. “The bell rang and I have a free period right now, so…” Freya bit a smile as he fumbled with his shoelace still convinced he had to explain himself. “Everyone went their way and then as I came back from the canteen I saw you guys here–”

“Oh fuck!” Yoongi grunts getting up. He swiftly bats the dirt from his trousers and grabs his own backpack under the gaze of the other two.

Freya chuckles in realization, “You’re late again aren’t you?”

The boy flashes her a guilty gummy smile before confessing, “Pretty much! Mrs. Hough is going to kill me… Again!” He doesn’t take any more time before starting to run downhill with a lack of youthful spirit considering his age. “And we’re not finished!” Yoongi adds with a wink as he looks back at Freya, and Jungkook can’t help but wonder. The two looked nothing like a couple. Or maybe it was just his lack of experience in the matter talking.

“So.” His eyes leave Yoongi’s back as he hears Freya say. When he looks at her he can’t help but gulp.

“So…” Jungkook repeats her words. It had been a while since they last stood alone in each other’s presence, that specific day in the Wolf’s den dawning in his conscience, even so, guilt pairing in his heart or not, he had always felt intimidated by her stare. From the beggining. And sometimes he was convinced that if he got himself locked in her eyes long enough she would be able to read him like a book. Unravel all that there is to him. Nervously he adds, “You come here often?”

Freya’s immediate reaction is to laugh. A burst of genuine laughter. There was something to his dorkiness that made her feel very comfortable. “Honestly? This is the first time I spend this free period here,” She decides to open up to his roleplay game. “I’m trying to find my new best place.”

“And what does it take to be your new best place?”

It seemed only natural to her to keep being true while looking at him. No need to even think before answering. “I’d say privacy is the first thing.” But to his insecure ears that sounded like a sign that he had crossed a line with her. “Ouch!” he lets out, finally breaking eye contact to look at the grass rubbing at his shoes instead.

Realizing he misunderstood what she had said, she comes forward nudging his shoulder playfully. “Not you though!” He analyses her features again, a tad expectant. “You can exist with me.” Her voice sounds velvety and he feels the smile tugging on the corner of his mouth once more.

With a faint of pink coloring his scarred cheek he asks, “And what’s the second requirement?” to which she answers promptly, “Mmm, I’d say a great view!”

“And then?” Jungkook asks without realizing it, almost in a whisper. She had his full attention, and his brain couldn’t stop trying to match the nooks and crannies he had already seen around the school to fit her description.

To her, much like to everyone else, the raven-haired boy before her couldn’t help but exude mysteriousness. A black translucent cloth covered him at all times from everyone’s curiosity. And it wasn’t shyness or just introspection. Freya had Yoongi to thank for being able to spot the difference. But sometimes, when the world outside seemed quiet enough–when there were just the two of them, she felt like she could glimpse the boy beneath such covers. In a trance, she mumbles just as quietly as he did before, “That’s it for now…”. They keep quiet for a moment, just enjoying each other’s features. If someone passed by them, they could easily mistake the moment for a stare competition, and the two competitors would miss the presence of the bystander just as easily.

A sudden beep causes Freya to inhale sharply and Jungkook to jolt. Both of them exchange embarrassed chuckles as the girl takes her phone out to see what had snapped them to the real world. Jungkook eyes her expectant.

She shrugs, tucking the device into her backpack once again. “It’s Yoongi.”

“So the teacher didn’t kill him this time, huh”

Freya leaned on the tree with a cheeky smile. She crossed her arms saying, “Not this time, no” as she watched how he fixed his backpack on the ground so he could rest his head comfortably on it.

More silence follows. Jungkook keeps his eyes trailed to the scenery displayed to his right. He watches mindlessly as some students cross the greenery toward the main building. From time to time, when the wind hits his face, he feels compelled to close his eyes for seconds before opening them again. Freya doesn’t look at the view as he does. She couldn’t care less about those people passing by. Instead, she keeps her eyes trailed to his nape, and she watches how the hair there is starting to get big enough so it curves softly. She spots the scar on his left cheek and thinks of how it came to be, and how it seems so fitting that it was there.

Jungkook fumbles with his lip piercing, still looking at the crowd below them. They all look so small from there. So distant. “Maybe I could help you find it,” he says as he turns his head to look at her.

He notices how her eyes were already on him. How that summer blush spread across the line of her cheeks and nose as if she had been the whole day under a scorching sun at the beach. “I would like that.”

He nods and the crinkles of his eyes start to appear. “Today after classes?”

“Deal.”

The rest of the free period is spent in comfortable silence. Both of them exist in each other’s presence, in wonder, basking in the sunlight. Enjoying the peacefulness of the breeze, and ignoring their surroundings. Caught not wanting that moment to end, but also anxiously waiting for the next encounter.

Kaya decided to accompany her brother and Namjoon to the library post lunch after receiving a notification from the system saying the literature teacher would be canceling classes that day.

The boys were supposedly in their sociology class, but the extensive course was normally divided into two hours—one for research and the other for debating. So while they came up with a grounded speech, the girl fumbled through books, settling to catch up on the subjects she would have for the rest of the day.

She was running her fingers through the numbers carved on the massive wood bookcase, eyes searching for the physics copy she needed, when she was laced by her hips and pulled to a dark corner.

“What are you doing?!” she whispered, desperately glancing around so as to not be caught.

Her captor didn’t pay much mind and kept kissing her neck. By now he was more than used to her apprehensive behavior. “My brother is right there!” she hissed again. On the tips of her toes, she tried with all her might to disentangle from the arms she loved so much. She just couldn’t be caught, and this was way too risky for her liking.

“He’s focused on the task at hand,” The boy said, laid back. “I doubt he’ll get up before cracking that book first. You know how he is.”

He pulled her closer, diving in for a kiss, sure that he had eased her mind just enough. To his misfortune, his lips were met with her hand. He tried again, playing it cool, but Kaya turned her head as she shoved him back. “Namjoon, please.”

He inhaled, as he rubbed his temples frustrated.

Namjoon had never been a pushy guy. And he had always taken Kaya’s concerns into consideration. That was why they had been dating secretly in the first place. Because to him, they would have already come clean to everyone—including Hoseok—a long time ago.

“Just tell me what you want Kaya,” he says plainly and she is taken aback.

“What do you mean?”

He sighs as the girl in front of him seems more preoccupied with checking around if anyone is listening to their conversation. More and more he felt tired of this. There was already too much on the table for them to be worried about.

Namjoon leans on the bookcase behind him, crossing his arms. “It’s been a while now since we last were together,” he says carefully and her eyes search for his. “Ever since Freya took the blame in our place, to be specific.”

“Ok…” she opts to say, as the words dissipate in her brain.

“No. It’s not ok.” he huffs annoyed. Kaya knows him too well, and the moment he clenches his jaw in a pout, swinging it back and forth, she realizes he’s been piling this up for too long. “You’re my girlfriend. Yet I can’t see you in public or in private. I can’t kiss you or touch you–We can’t even talk like this without you looking around as if you’re up to something you shouldn’t be up to!” he whispers hushedly, calling her out.

Kaya’s eyes are suddenly teary and the boy before her starts to get blurry. “But what can we do, it’s–”

“We could just be together.” his eyebrows knit almost pleading. He is certain that he loves her. And he is certain that she loves him too. What hurts the most is that it doesn’t seem enough. Not for him, or her.

Kaya starts shaking her head, eyes trailing on the wooden floor. She can’t deal with this right now. Not when her brother is mere meters away from finding the truth.

“Let’s not do this now.”

“Then when, Kaya?!” Namjoon can’t keep his cool anymore and she quickly covers his mouth to shush him. She looks apologetic at him, realizing how on edge she was being. He softly takes her hand out of the way. “I know these past couple of days have left us all walking on eggshells,” his voice sounds temperate again, the tone only loud enough for her to hear. “But I also think we can’t stop living our lives because of it.”

She closed her eyes with a sigh. Kaya knew Namjoon was more than right. She just needed her scale to pend to the other side instead. Right now, she still has a lot to lose. “I know, it’s just–”

The sound of a book dropping way closer to them than they thought possible, made both of their heads snap toward it, alarmed. Kaya’s breathing increased considerably and she froze on the spot. Namjoon looked around, and not seeing anyone in sight, he went toward the next row of bookcases.

There was a single book left on the ground, scrambled from the falling. He looked at the cover as he picked it up, but the title didn’t say much to him. Before returning it to its place, he looked around once more. Kaya came from behind, quite apprehensive. Looking at her eyes, he followed her frightful gaze. On the other end of the long corridor of books, sat at a table for four there was Momo, Mark, and Tzuyu. The latter, unlike her Sarx companions, wasn’t writing or reading. She had her eyes craved on Namjoon.

The Psykhe’s captain decided not to look too much, or read too much into the situation. He had to avoid looking suspicious. Recomposing himself, he put the book on the shelf once again and turned his back to Tzuyu’s prying eyes.

“Let’s go back–”

“She’s still looking,” Kaya whispered with concern. And before he could say anything else, she made rushed decisions for the both of them, “We’re stopping this for now. We can talk later.”

As she turned the corner leaving him no space for refutation, Namjoon couldn’t figure out if they were stopping the conversation or their relationship altogether. He had to swallow his frustration as he was well aware his back was still being stared at.

And who knew who else was paying close attention too…

Summer still lingered in the air as the students from class 104 dozed off to the sound of Mr. Perry’s soothing voice and the ceiling fans. Philosophy felt like a drag whenever the class was theoretical instead of practical.

Elena sat in the last row of desks, sharing one of them with an absent-minded Jungkook. She took notes from time to time just to keep herself busy and although throughout the first part of the class, she thought the boy beside her was doing the same, it became pretty clear that was not the case as she peeked to the side and saw a view from what she pegged being the Psykhe’s tower drawn on his notebook.

She whispered so only he could hear, “That looks amazing”, and he took his while perfecting the twinkling stars on his pitch-black sky before answering with a brief chuckle, “I try”.

The class continued irrespective of Elena’s admiration and Jungkook’s pencil lining. The room was a stage for a lazy symphony composed by Mr. Perry’s throat being cleared here and then and some bored sighs at the end. The time of the class helped the preposition to be lulled instead of trying to create a ruckus with chitchatting.

But then a notification sound reverberated alongside the teacher’s voice. Some heads, from owners that still had some stamina left, turned to the guilty one holding the phone. Elena’s included. The student apologized sheepishly doting a sheer of red on his face while turning off the device as if it had been a coincidental mistake. Mr. Perry was about to restart his explanation with an unbothered stance when the girl sat by Belle’s side, right at the front row seats, exclaimed reproachfully with her phone at hand.

Some students exchanged glances, and others paused what they were doing to look at her expectantly. “What is it, Vanessa?” someone asked from the back. The teacher tried to pay no mind going instead to write on the imponent board behind him.

Suddenly both Vanessa and Belle turn around and stare in Elena’s direction with pitiful eyes. The girl is taken aback by the gesture but tries to deflect them by looking back with a shrug.

“Holy shit…” one of the boys let out while scrolling his phone. Elena looks at him apprehensively, and Jungkook finally lifts his head peaking above the shoulder of his table mate to grasp the situation. While the constant noise of chalk being dragged on the board serves as background, the class starts to get restless. Phones are being pulled out of pockets to kill the famish curiosity pairing in the air. Elbows jerk and eyes turn inquiring toward her.

Elena panics and suddenly she knows. It’s You… Again.

She doesn’t take the time to check. Jolting out of her seat she grabs her purse and rushes toward the door, exiting it with a minor bang.

“Elena, wait up!” Jungkook has to sprint to catch up to the girl, ignoring the teacher’s warnings. The strap of his backpack hangs loosely from his right shoulder. “What happened?”

She faces him with teary eyes, lips in a pout, as she manages to say through a sob, “I’m fucked.”

The boy frowns. Not knowing what had caused her to be in such a state makes Jungkook panic a little. He had been a victim of Elena’s emotional side more than once but he was never alone to calm her down. “Let’s just take a deep breath.” He sounds more shaken than confident in the solution he was able to find.

The girl dismisses his words as she keeps on cursing under her breath, phone up to her ear. Jungkook keeps on hearing the faint recording of the call being directed to the voicemail.

“Should we go outside? Catch some fresh air?” Jungkook attempts again, this time even more uncertain.

The girl doesn’t give him an answer, instead hastening her pace towards the courtyard. Her focus is still on her device and through the corner of his eye, Jungkook can make out the messages app open as she types feverishly into a group called The Runaways. Jungkook recognized the photos of the other two members of the group–Freya and Kaya.

Taehyung had been the kind soul to explain the name to Jungkook once he heard Jin referring to the girls like that. His facial expression must have shown how confused he was by the nickname and so his peculiar roommate explained that the trio had tried to escape from Horus Academy one night during their first year there and got caught–of course. Kaya was a mess because of the two weeks of detention and Hoseok even added that she had palpitations from having to visit the dean’s office so soon after her arrival at the school.

The group was close, regardless of all of them being so different. And to Jungkook that was something that was sometimes revealed to be difficult to comprehend. They were good people, that he was sure. Despite all their quirks and inevitable penchant for secrets. No wonder he had fit so well.

“Was it You?” Jungkook finally dares to speak. They had already reached the courtyard and Elena had sat down at one of the picnic-style tables scattered around the place, her feet tapping on the bench rhythmically. The girl nods in response and Jungkook’s curiosity gets the best of him, “What did they say?”

Sighing, Elena shows the phone to the boy and the way he frowns as his eyes scan the text on the screen makes her realize that she’s in for a hell of a couple of days.

“Is–is it true?” Jungkook asks hesitantly. The second the words come out of his mouth he regrets it. His stomach is in a twirl and he would rather not know the truth.

“Of course, it is. Whoever that psycho is, they are deep into our lives and know all about our darkest secrets.” Elena speaks angrily. Jungkook’s question doesn’t bother her. He has been with the group for a while now and she trusts him. He has been loyal to them despite all the attacks they have been under since day one. Had she been in his shoes, she doesn’t know if she would stick with such a problematic crew. She always wondered why he stuck with them in the first place, and she had gotten close to asking him about it a few times, but Kaya cut it off after all her attempts, advising her to ‘not be rude and ask’.

“Yoongi was right–” Jungkook flops down next to Elena, finding a seat on the picnic table. His tone isn’t accusatory, like a parent reprimanding a child, but mostly hopeless. “We shouldn’t be poking the bear,” he looks her in the eye, seriously. “it’s going to poke back.”

Scoffing, Elena gets back up on her feet, hands finding a firm grip on her hips. “Of course, we should! We all got secrets, Kook, I know–” She glares at the boy, huffing as yet another tear rolls down her cheek, “We want them buried but I’m not going to sit here and let it hold such power over my life.”

“But–”

“This person is insane. What if they start blackmailing us? Pinning us against each other?” Jungkook shifts in his seat but the action passes unseen by the revolted girl. “Are you going to sit by and watch the house burn down?”

Eyes stuck to the floor, Jungkook finds comfort in analyzing his fingers. Elena’s words are marked on his brain as if she kept on asking the question over and over again. Pressing his lips together, he doesn’t manage to look her in the eye as he reaches the final verdict, “I–I don’t know Elena.”

“I know Yoongi was right. But fuck this.” Elena’s focus is back on her phone. “Jesus Christ why is no one picking up their phones!”

Relieved by the change of subject, Jungkook tries to uncover more of the newest secret You had revealed, “Are you trying to call your mom?”

“Heavens no. If she got word that we were being harassed she’d come down to the school and take me out of it. I would never see you guys again.” Elena laughs drily. “What about yours?”

Jungkook tilts his head, confused by the question. “What?”

“What would your parents do if they knew you were strapped to a tree for an entire night?” Jungkook hadn’t been a target of You yet–at least not directly–and so far, the Sarx folks were the most fitting candidates for the shoes of psycho.

Jungkook’s eyes are big as Elena sits down on the bench next to him. In an attempt to diverge from her stare, he takes out his notebook from his backpack. “You know–the same.”

Glancing at the girl lets him know she was analyzing his not-so-confident answer. “Do you want to see more?” Jungkook is quick to ask as he lands on the page he had earlier been drawing on. The Kardia girl’s eyes light up as her lips turn into a smile, pleased to have a distraction, “Yes, please.”

Word around Horus always traveled fast. But nothing could quite compare to bad news. With cell phones prohibited in class, it was astonishing how people had already begun whispering in the hallways about the latest rumor of the all-star group attending the boarding school.

The first period of the afternoon had barely ended when the courtyard where Elena and Jungkook were, began to fill quickly. The raven-haired boy was quick to find a distraction for the girl that made herself heedless of the preying eyes in an almost impeccable way.

“Damn…” The hand that rested on Elena’s shoulder had been what startled her but Jungkook was only aware of Jin’s presence when he made his voice heard. The Dianoia member was facing the opposite direction of the other two, back leaning against the table as he took a sip from his soda can.

Jungkook swiftly shifts on his seat, his legs standing on each side of the bench. He can now see Elena and Jin perfectly.

“Not that I thought you a straight record, but when you pulled a Regina George today on that psycho, I at least thought you were secret safe,” The expression on the oldest face says how incredulous yet disconcerted he is with the situation. He was in a complete mix of feelings.

“Excuse me?!” Jungkook notices how Elena’s eyebrows furrow and how her once relaxed demeanor is quick to leave her body.

“Don’t worry, I won’t say I told you so!” Jin reassures, lips wet from the last sip he took from his soda. He scootches closer toward Elena, casually crossing his legs while he still stands. “That will be Yoongi.”

“Oh, fuck off Jin.” The girl in turn stands up from the bench, now leaving an empty spot between the two boys. Her phone is quickly retrieved from her pocket and placed on her ear once more.

“You kinda did, though,” Jungkook whispers to Jin, lips pressed. “You kind of said it.”

Jin widens his eyes, distant, not really focusing anywhere. He then takes a last sip from the can in his hands, before spurring in Jungkook’s direction unable to suppress a nervous laughter.

“Who are you trying to reach?” The doe-eyed boy opts to ask Elena instead. She had been nervously pacing back and forth. Her thumb rests between her lips the whole time as she nibbles on its skin. “Maybe I can help?” He offers again.

The proposal sounds weak despite his best intentions, and as a consequence, he ends up being ignored by the other two.

In the distance, as he looks over to distract himself from the situation, Jungkook can make out a duo that skids through the increasing crowd. Taehyung and Jimin spurt toward their table, the latter’s hand already in the air, signaling his presence to the group.

“Hey, you okay?” Taehyung reaches the girl first, hands finding her shoulders as he looks her down, almost as if examining her physically. “Is it real?” He questions as his hands slide toward her neck and his thumbs gently force her chin up so he can scan her eyes.

“Of course it’s real.” The Kardia boy spats, passing by on his way to the vacant spot between Jungkook and Jin before Elena had a chance to answer. Taehyung sent a death stare to his back, biting on his tongue so as to not make the situation worse. The tension between the two best friends was so palpable even their algebra teacher had noticed that the pair was odd—as they used to spend the class playing games in each other’s notebooks or talking, now they avoided eye contact. It was impossible to deny that there was some unresolved business between the two.

“Jimin–” Elena is taken off by the sudden attack of her best friend but before she can continue, Taehyung cuts her off, unable to look past Jimin’s pretentious eyes as he sat down and stared back.

“Just because you tend to make shitty decisions it doesn’t mean everyone else follows the example so stop being–”.

“It’s not that ludicrous. It happened to me, too.” Jimin shrugs and Jin scoffs at the sudden outburst, somewhat entertained.

“Ludicrous? Huh,” He laughs. “Aren’t you a committed student...” Taehyung is quick to bark back.

Jimin’s eyes are filled with fire, but he decides that ignoring his best friend is a better response. "Why would you even do that?" He directs his words at Elena instead. "What dumb thought crossed your mind that made you think that it would be a good idea to go after You after what happened to me?"

"Dumb thought?! Was I supposed to just sit and watch this shit show?!" Hands anchored on her hips, Elena's focus is no longer on her phone.

Jimin laughs incredulously as he shakes his head and looks at the crowd. People kept staring at them, waiting for more drama to unfold. "Are you happy now that everyone is giving you the side eye?"

"You certainly seem to be." Elena pokes at his chest, index finger waving in accusation.

"Me?! I didn't even know you were going to do this. Let alone that you had this secret.” Jimin looks at her with accusatory eyes, and differently from Jin, Jungkook can’t help but think he should do something to stop the arguing. “Good job at being a best friend, by the way! If every best friend kept a secret like you we would all stand equally as strangers!”

“You-!” Elena lifted her finger once more but was gently pulled back by the boy behind her. Taehyung couldn’t care less if people were beginning to stop their own conversations to eavesdrop on theirs.

"Like you told me about yours?! Or any of us, for a matter of fact?" He is quick to jump back into the discussion.

"This isn't about me." Jimin stands his ground, clearly upset.

“Do you know where Namjoon is?” Jin shifts on his seat, his arm resting on the table as he supports his head in the palm of his hand, eyeing Jungkook directly. He seems too comfortable with the ruckus happening not even two feet from them. The youngest doesn’t even get a chance to answer before Jin continues in a tired voice, “We need Namjoon to make them hold hands again.”

“Hold… hands?” Jungkook furrows his eyebrows. The concern he once felt completely dissipates, leaving space for confusion instead.

“I’ll tell you later.” Jin nods his head, reassuringly. “It’s just that Namjoon made them hold hands another time. When they fought, you know.”

“Oh, God!” Elena raises her voice, gaining the attention of the two whisperers and the other two bickerers. “Where is Kaya!”

“She shouldn’t take too long,” An out-of-breath Namjoon takes a seat where Jimin has previously sat by the picnic table. “I lost her and Hoseok in the crowd.”

“We have a dumpling situation again,” Jin comments, pointing at the two boys standing. “Make them hold hands, for the love of God, I can’t hear them anymore!” He complains nonchalantly. “Lucky me I don’t have a mirror otherwise I’d see for myself I aged ten years while I sat here listening to this crap.” The Psykhe’s leader can't help the chuckle that escapes his lips as Jin rambles as fast as a bullet. "First things first, what happened?" He exhales as he asks the group, now recomposed.

"Elena bossed up and went after the psycho and now the psycho went after her, but much more effectively." Jimin explains, and the girl in question glares at him.

Jungkook can’t help but rub his eyes frustrated. His right leg embraced a frenetic rhythm afraid the bickering would restart. “Not again…” He mumbles to himself.

Namjoon nods silently, glancing around to assert the gravity of the rumors. In his peripheral vision, he sees Elena ignoring Jimin, preferring to show attention to her cell phone instead. Taehyung looked at him expectantly but he was just as lost. He just couldn’t show it to his peers. Perhaps by being a leader he had picked up the habit, but something in his being told him it had to do with all those eyes prying at them instead. "It does nothing for us to be going at each other's throats…" Namjoon reasons with them, his voice low enough so only his friends could hear. He preferred to wait for the rest of the group to arrive before discussing their situation. He also prayed Yoongi or Hoseok would bring with them some sort of solution. Or at least help to calm the other’s down.

"Freya, where the hell are you?" Elena asks, visibly relieved when her call goes through. The boys all look at her awaiting the answer to her question. As she huffs and looks at some point past the courtyard, listening to what Freya was saying, she feels the urge to interrupt with a plea. “Run faster then,” she says, “I can see her already and she is ready to kill me. I just know, alright? Just run… Ha-! Well, because you don’t sound like running to me!”

The second Elena clicked on the red button to end the call, she realized Kaya had shortened the distance between them way too fast. Faster than she imagined, even if she was well aware her roommate was fuming. Hoseok stopped right behind his sister, panting from trying to helplessly keep up with her pace.

Namjoon got up from his seat instinctively, worried that neither Taehyung nor Jimin, who were standing by, could do something to stop the wrath of his girlfriend. “I just can’t believe you!” Kaya exclaimed. “Wasn’t it enough seeing Freya, Yoongi, and Jimin being targeted?! Why would you do something so reckless, Lena? For heaven's sake!”

Elena sighs, fingers massaging her temples as she turns her back on her roommate. “Not you, too.” she says, and both Jimin and Taehyung are struck by déjà vu.

“No, no, no! Don’t turn your back on me.” Kaya speaks through gritted teeth. “Don’t you even think that you will get away with this.”

The shortest one doesn’t hide her arched eyebrow as she turns around. “Last time I checked you weren’t my mom, Kaya,” she says decisively. It takes a good minute for her roommate to process her spiteful answer, and a longer one for the silence that broke amongst their peers who watched the exchange like statues.

“Just stop.” Hoseok cuts sharp as a knife. “It’s not the time to fight about who’s at fault here.” He glares at the both of them and as Elena mentions to speak up he continues, “I don’t care. I just want to know who the hell is behind this. Who could have this kind of information–All the freaking time!”

Namjoon feels the need to intervene as he looks around and all of them, besides Hoseok who had a desperate demeanor to his face, had their eyes trailed to the floor, hopeless. In a space between the harsh revelation of both secrets, they had gathered no information about their stalker or even a thread of where to start looking. They were completely in the dark. “Let’s wait for Freya and Yoongi–Who are just much part of this as Kaya has said. And then we can all sit together and make a timeline of events. We’re gonna find something–“ The leader tries.

For brief seconds Jungkook remembers how to breathe again, certain that this time Namjoon’s approach had worked out. It was visible how everyone collected themselves, pondering his words. He was right, after all, there was no point in arguing without everyone present. They would be just circling back and forth, wasting the little time they seemed to have. Even Jungkook, who was never the most patient one, could understand that.

Students begin passing by them quicker, seeing there was seemingly no secret conversation to overhear. To them, the all-star group looked like showcase dolls being exhibited in the courtyard.

“What did I say?” their heads move together as they hear Yoongi’s familiar voice. He circled the table with his arms crossed, making Jin scooch closer to Jungkook so he can sit on the bench as well. “I told you exactly how this would go down, didn’t I?” he says, looking disappointed but not at all surprised at Elena.

And it is enough, just like a snowflake is to trigger an avalanche.

“I will say it slow enough for you all to grasp it–Fuck. You.” Elena bursts. “It’s my secret.” she points to her chest with a wave of moved anger. “My choice.”

“Elena–”

The strawberry blonde one couldn’t find in herself the patience to listen to any of them anymore. The shock of the situation finally untied her naturally proactive self. “No!” she exclaims back. “I won’t shut up about it! Whoever this creep is, they deserve someone barking back.”

“HEY, hey!” Freya comes like a tornado. It’s clear that the girl had been running to get there as the sunglasses that are almost always securing her hair back is crooked to the left. Her locks are tousled. “Finally!” Namjoon gasps.

Freya places a hand on Elena’s shoulder as she comes closer, and it works like magic. The shortest one’s uproar quickly ceased. “Before we mess this up,” her voice is steady despite her rush, and commanding enough to make them all pay attention. “Let’s move this circus to a more private tent, alright.” Her over-expressive eyes pointed at the crowd beginning to surround them again. Some cell phones were being aimed like guns at them, ready to shoot and record the perfect evidence.

Kaya, different from the rest of the group who tried to discreetly look around, was too possessed to notice anything but what was happening between them. “Heavens! Stop trying to make us forget what this is all about!”

“I’m not the one that stops things from happening, Kaya. You got me confused.” Freya adverts. “Just get out of your head for a second and look around.” her eyebrows do the work this time as they shoot up. And for the Dianoian girl’s terror, she was the center of attention.

"Freya is right," Yoongi speaks tiredly. Not that he was bothered by the ridiculously noticeable glares of the other students. He had been used to being the freak everyone stared, pointed, and laughed at. But this You person had really started to get on his nerves by assuming they could get rid of them as easily as possible.

"Do you remember the spot of the last trial of the games?" Namjoon is already pulling the strap of his bag over his head as he speaks. He walks around the table, arm swinging around Hoseok's shoulder as he pushes him out of his ecstatic state and forces his feet to levitate from the ground. "Let's meet there in 10. All of us."

Namjoon leaves with Hoseok. Being the captain of Psykhe had thought him a thing or two as the whole group—even the ones that were from different houses—respected his words.

A stare-down happens between the two roommates, now not-so-seemingly best friends, and Freya stays right in the middle of them. The boys on the table don't dare to move. Until Elena lets out a dry chuckle, eyes rolling as she makes her way to the table to fetch her bag. "Will be seeing you all in… 8 minutes." Her sarcastic smile is directed at Yoongi, who sighs in response as he too gets up to go and try to get rid of the people who could possibly trail them.

"You better go somewhere else." Taehyung coldly speaks to Jimin before skipping after the Kardia girl that was about to quickly get lost in the crowd.

"What did I do?!" Jimin whines as he's about to be left alone by the table as Kaya storms by herself, and Jin seems to make his way to enter the main building again. "Jin–wait for me!"

Satisfied that everyone listened to Namjoon, making the rest of the students confused as to who they should follow, Freya pulls Jungkook by the hand toward the stadium. She wasn’t a fan of crowds. Passing by all those that were surrounding the courtyard—even if Horus Academy didn’t have that many students to begin with—felt like a nightmare. The grand stadium seemed the right choice as the structure was placed on the other side, they just had to cut through a grass path and some isolated trees.

Not a soul seemed to follow the two. Jungkook made sure to look back every time he heard a different noise that wasn’t his own feet clashing with the dirt ground or Freya’s. And as some distance was already put between them and the unpleasant moment they had just experienced, Jungkook cleared his throat. For the first time, he was bothered by Freya’s silence amidst this chaos. “This, uhm… It wasn’t what I had in mind when we said we’d be meeting each other after classes…”

The girl doesn’t slow her pacing, and neither does he, as they are still locking hands. “That’s because technically we’re still in classes. So this ain’t it.” She shrugs with a rapid smile.

Jungkook chuckles and keeps his eyes on the back of her head. She wasn’t being her carefree self, he could notice. He wondered while she lead him astray from the path to the stadium and down a small ravine through the woods if she seemed distant only due to her best friend being targeted. Again, her relationship with Yoongi crossed his mind. It seemed odd that he was the one holding hands with her and not her boyfriend.

He wondered if he was crossing a line. “Why isn’t Yoongi here?” he decided to give it a shot.

“What do you mean?” The girl seems more preoccupied to point to him where he can’t step in order not to fall than not falling herself. He holds her hand tighter as she slips once before replying, “It’s just that he went alone. And you’re here–with me.”

Freya’s eyes travel from the ground to his face and she halts her steps. They are right at the base of the ravine and the only thing they can hear is the whisper of the trees dancing in the wind. Jungkook nibbles on his lips as she eyes him without an answer. Suddenly his questioning seems rubbish to himself, his actions quite inappropriate and selfish, and the girl in front of him a dream within a dream.

She opens her mouth to reply with a prepared lie, but nothing comes out of it. Not even an excuse for him not knowing well the paths around school, or looking seemingly lost back at the courtyard. Would it be so bad to tell him the truth?, she thinks to herself. His fingers laced on hers seems the answer and the fire that ignites her bold decision. “Yoongi and I, we–”

Beep.

Their phones going off at the same time is enough to cut her sentence short. Their hands fall from each other as they grab the devices instead.

Jungkook’s eyes leave the screen first to check on the girl in front of him. She zooms in and out of the picture posted to check its veracity. As she glances up to see him, Freya is nothing but decided. Hints of anger flash in her irises. “We’re almost there. Are you up for a sprint?” she asks and he nods promptly. “Be careful with branches. They’re bitches for ankles–trust me.”

They run, succeeding in avoiding smaller rocks and the tree branches the girl advised him about. Both had been here before for the games, but this felt more urgent. More secretive. And by the nature of You’s recent posting, much more treacherous.

"I can't believe you." It’s the first thing they hear as they arrive panting. Everyone is already there, which confirms to Jungkook they had been the ones taking the longer route. Yoongi drops his bag on the floor. He's fuming. "I can't fucking believe you, Elena."

"Oh, and here he goes again." Elena mimics his actions, bag, and jacket dropping right by her feet as she places her hands on her hips. "Here comes Yoongi, on his high horse."

The boy in question chuckles. He rubs his forehead as he sighs, looking up at the treetops swinging, trying to choose wisely his next words. He didn’t want to start a fight, far from that. He knew their real enemy was clearly You, and whatever he did, he for sure wasn’t going to be compliant by serving exactly what that deranged wanted—them all fighting each other. "Just–What are you trying to do? I want to understand because it seems simple to me that this person isn’t one to be messed with" They now stand close to each other and both Taehyung and Jungkook feel the need to take a step forward.

"I told you–I'm not going to stand down." Elena simply shrugs. "We've been friends for how long now, Yoongi? …Is it really too much to ask you to back me up on this?"

It’s clear to them all how Yoongi ponders as he looks her in the eyes. "You're being selfish." Kaya spits. "You're just thinking about what you want."

Elena turns to her roommate with a scoff, "And you're not?"

"How am I selfish?!"

The look Elena gives her says enough to have both Namjoon and Freya on their toes. "Kaya…" The boy threads lightly. He has to stop himself, the craving of holding his girlfriend's hand driving him mad.

Jimin however is the one that moves, but away. He shakes his head as he goes to sit on a stem, looking defeated as he leans his forehead on his arms. Hoseok catches a glance at his roommate’s lack of spirit, deciding to intervene for him. "El, please. We've just been to hell and back with Jimin." He says harshly, as he leans against a tree with arms crossed. It was a rare sight to see Hoseok like that, and if the circumstances were other, the discussion would have ended with his word. But not everyone standing in that glade wanted to be picked at, and some had less to lose.

"She's not wrong…" Freya points out, unafraid to be looked upon by Hoseok’s hard judgment.

"Thank you!" Elena throws her hands up in the air, exasperated. Freya glares at her, clearly not finished with her point. Before some of them can revolt, she adds, "Lena is being reckless and she does need to calm down, but she did prove something."

"Oh, c'mon Freya, don't encourage this." Yoongi complains and Jin feels the need to add, “People, this isn’t Law and Order for you to be proving stuff!”

Freya unlike the others wasn’t carrying a backpack, but she did take her glasses off her head, dropping them on top of a pile of things that rested next to a tree trunk. Her hair fell in the process to frame her face. “Listen–” she began, hands coming to her sides to put them all at ease. "You posted real proof. They had the evidence ready to go. Just like that." She snaps her fingers to add to her case, “This seems somewhat already thought through, no? Or at least it has to be someone that is able to get this kind of thing–Documents and shit.”

Hoseok looked at Namjoon to confirm if he had to be worried or not, depending if the leader had bought the argument. The engines on his head worked speedily. "And that only makes everything worse," Jungkook says, breaking his silence.

"How so?" Namjoon is intrigued by the sudden intervention, and he is not the only one. Taehyung stares intently at their group’s novice expectant to finally hear his reasoning. Even Jimin looks up.

"For starters this person is insane,” Jungkook states blankly. He wasn’t used to reasoning things out loud, but all eyes were on him, pushing him to speak further. “They have already proved this to us… With Freya, Jimin… Yoongi’s thing that day at the games as well… And now this Elena thing–And honestly, it's bothering me how normally you're all treating this situation–"

"Normally?"

There is some confusion pairing in the air, some eyes trailed to the floor reflexive over the last weeks. But the novice tries to avoid those so as to not lose himself in his own argument. "How are you not afraid, El?" Jungkook's eyes widen as he looks at her instead. She doesn’t answer as her point of view differed tremendously, and he tilts his head unable to comprehend the coolness they exuded faced with such things. "I don't know about you guys but I never had something like this happening to me. I was tied to a tree by a bunch of psychos–who still study here by the way, and Tzuyu is even Freya’s roommate–And you guys keep on getting threats…? They found out about Jimin being with a teacher and–no offense, man–but the logic of this person is to share it online to intimidate us and here we are, making secret reunions in the middle of the woods."

Jin is the one to cut the silence by laughing nervously, "When you put it that way…" he adds, “No wonder we are being targeted.”

Jungkook’s eyes are still unable to search for anyone else’s as he adds. "I just think we shouldn't worry about figuring out who this person is or what they want. I think we just need to know how to get them the fuck away from us." His voice sounds defeated as his focus shifts to a rock poking on the ground. He leans his body forward and kicks it.

"One thing very much so implies the other, I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news." Elena points out, and as soon as she does Taehyung gives her a reproachful look. She mouths him a questioning ‘what?’ in silence, as he shakes his head.

Freya doesn’t listen to the comment, however, as her feet work just as intently as her head by drawing patterns on the grass as she paces around. "It can't just be anyone…” she says, deep in thought, more to herself than the others. “It's someone smart, clearly… And they have a motive."

"Stop it, you two!” Kaya’s outburst makes her brother jolt surprised, leaning further away onto the tree to shore himself. “For heaven's sake, just stop!" she begs, frustrated. Jin is quicker than Namjoon to side-hug her, and the Psykhe’s leader inhales relieved as he sees Kaya burying her face onto Jin’s shoulder, returning the hug. “This is getting out of line.” Hoseok comments fed up. “Look at what they’re doing to us!” he gestures emphasizing their defeated postures.

"You're the ones allowing it." Elena shoots, crossing her arms.

Kaya turns into Jin’s embrace in a flash upon hearing her words. "What is your problem, Elena?!" she mentions to walk toward her roommate but Jin wraps one arm over her shoulder line, pinning her in place. Still, she points an accusatory finger at the Kardia girl. "You're going to end up putting everyone in the front line with how you’re handling this."

"It was one thing to play the rumor card at lunch but now…" Yoongi commented resigned as he closed his eyes. He too crossed his arms, and to the ones watching, he looked like basking in the sunlight that poured through the clearing as his face was tilted up. He opens his eyes and looks at the shortest girl before adding, "You just proved that everything they post is real. You showed that they are a credible source. You know that, right?"

"So what?” Taehyung questions. “Just because they have proof of Elena's doesn't mean the rest is true." he shrugs in discontent. "And besides, she hasn't implicated anyone but herself."

There is a sense of veracity in what he says, or better, how he says it, and the group goes calmer as they let his words sink in. Jimin is the only one that shows unconformity as he stands up with a scold plastered on his face. "Funny how when it's her, it doesn't matter, but then when it was my secret or Freya’s it was that big of a deal.”

Taehyung dismisses his remark with a simple side eye, and a scoff is heard before Elena adopts a sarcastic smile to her features "Are you seriously comparing being in a fucking deranged relationship to getting in an accident?"

“Okay let’s–” Namjoon tries.

"It wasn't just an accident. You were driving drunk, Elena." Kaya insists, untangling herself from Jin’s arm and retrieving her phone to showcase You’s report. "And according to this, I'm pretty sure your next stop was a stomach wash at the hospital."

"Are you serious?!" the hurt in Elena’s voice is able to be sensed a mile away.

"Am I wrong?"

The group has a second of stillness as no one can think of a better thing to say, or even how to proceed from there on. Freya looks from one girl to another, fearing they were stranding too far for a possible rescue. She can tell how frustrated and fearful Kaya is being, but she can also see how profound the embarrassment in Elena’s eyes is as she shifts her stares through the group. “You know what?” the strawberry blonde adds, “Fuck you, Kaya.”

"Am. I. Wrong?" Kaya keeps pushing with a clouded mind and the tallest of the three finally shouts a reprehensive ‘Hey!’ so as to break their flare.

With drained faces, they all seemed a little out of orbit. The group has had its fair share of disagreements before, that picnic table in the courtyard of Horus knew how many spiteful arguments Taehyung and Jimin shared. The halls of the school were tainted with bickering. But it never felt like they were standing with a cliff between them before. And the fall, Namjoon feared if he didn’t stop it, would be too decisive.

"That's more than enough." The leader spoke with bravado. "We came here to try and figure a solution out. This was not to go at each other’s throats!"

"No–Absolutely not. I’m not wasting time with this anymore.” Elena shakes her head, fed up. “I've had enough of your bullshit." She eyes Kaya as she speaks. "Always running around like you're Miss Perfect. I'm tired of this–I'm tired of you."

She walks toward the pile stacked by a tree, picking up her bag, resolute to walk away as Kaya replies. "If I’m the Miss Perfect for thinking of others before doing reckless things–Fine! Be it! I will rather be labeled as that than be labeled as a freaking selfish bitch."

Elena ties the sleeves of her jacket around her waist as she angrily rebuts, "Oh, don't you fucking worry, Kaya–your stupid little secret is safe!"

The shock on Kaya’s face is tremendous as she gulps down her anger faced with the threat. Both Freya and Jin feel the need to barricade whatever reaction she was about to have, as he places a hand on her shoulder and the girl grips at her arm. On the other end, Yoongi is about to stop Elena from leaving, as he is still firm about coming to a conclusion for this unexpected and needed reunion when they all hear the snap of a branch nearby.

No one says a word, as heads perk toward the sound and all pairs of eyes are busy scanning the foliage.

“There’s no way… Right?” Jungkook questions almost in a whisper and a chill runs through their spines. More silence follows, no one dares to say a word. And although no one is able to indeed spot someone in the woods, watching them, they know in their hearts—You was somehow there. “MhmHm.” Hoseok shakes his head, picking up his backpack. “I’m done here,” he adds, as he starts to make his way to leave, pulling Jimin alongside him and signaling Kaya to follow. Elena’s last statment about his sister awakening a paranoid distrust in the pit of his stomach.

In a matter of seconds, the group is scattered. They leave in pairs, trios, and some even wander alone, but none is able to shake the awful sensation of still being followed.

“I thought I might find you here…” Namjoon says as he approaches Kaya carefully. She had been skittish lately, especially with him, and much to his misfortune, the Psykhe’s captain couldn’t blame her even if he wanted to. Deep down he knew her reasons, even after their rocky encounter at the library. “I think–”

“Listen,” she interrupts him. Kaya fixes her position by the feet of the giant Gaia statue so she could stare at her boyfriend’s eyes properly. She had discovered that statue by chance due to venturing inside the maze, only a few students knew existed, in the gardens of the imponent boarding school. Lately, the girl felt perhaps, aside from her girlfriends, only she and Namjoon knew of its existence. “I know what you’re going to say. And I love you for caring but I really don’t need a lesson right now.”

The boy before her lows his eyes to the colorful crystal-clear pebbles adorning the floor, and opens a smile as he tucks his hands into his pockets and kicks softly one of the tiny rocks. “Seems I can still surprise you after all,” he says and looks up to see her reaction. “I actually came to say I get how you feel.”

As she looks suspiciously at him, he shrugs. “I get that just like me you know nothing about this ‘you’ persona and that all of us are scared.” he continued. “And I also get that you have a lot to lose in case your secret–Our secret comes out, and that is frightening.”

Kaya looks at her own hands, curled in her lap while weighing his words. He then takes the opportunity to take a few more steps toward her. “Not knowing what could be thrown at us is scary and I would definitely take a more…” he stops to think of the proper choice of word. “Cautious approach. But that is my style, my personality faced with danger. So is yours.”

Their eyes meet again and she takes force in his argument to let her anger out. “Exactly! So why–” Namjoon places a hand on her thigh, coming a little closer.

“That doesn’t mean everyone will behave identically when confronted with the same situation… I get you, and I get myself for thinking the way we think, but I also get Elena.”

Kaya scoffs, her anger still not subdued. She crosses her arms as she says “So much for saying you weren’t giving me a lecture.” and all Namjoon can do is laugh as he wraps his arms around her frame.

“And I’m not! I was just saying I get everyone for having the reactions they’re having at the moment. Was it a bit imprudent of Elena to go at that psycho? Yeah, a bit… But I get her. Some people run, some people hide, others much rather grab the bull by its horns.” he says and she gently leans her forehead on his chest. “Besides, we do need to take action. That thing in the clearing…? It happened at the library with us.”

As the girl inhales deeply, with her eyes closed, Namjoon caresses her hair with a soft touch he only knew how to invoke for her. In this sense of security, Kaya is brave and steady enough to uncross her arms and place them around his waist. She pulls him closer, compensating for all the time they stayed out of each other’s reach. “You’re like a very much-needed cup of tea,” she says diverging subjects and looking up at him. Her chin is now the one being pressed against his chest.

“Out of all things, a cup of tea?!”

The smile reaches her eyes as he exclaims indignantly. “It’s the only other thing besides you that manages to calm me down.” she says.

His eyebrows waver and she sees how he is pondering her statement. It’s in moments like this that she finds Namjoon precious. She knows he will find the beauty in her phrase and intent, and because of that, this moment will be significant forever. He will make sure of it, as he had done countless times before by sneaking little poems he had written himself inside her books.

“If that is the case… Alright. I’m good with being a cup of tea.” He muses, showing off his dimple. “Healing properties, right?”

“Tons!” she says, grabbing him by the collar of his tee and locking him in a kiss.

Freya liked the transition from afternoons to evenings the best. There was something calming about how the sun would set every day just as she would. With a big breath of hers, it was already hidden away again, all of the stress that burned her shoulders gone within those bright and scorching oranges against the deep sea of blue. At least until tomorrow came.

The Psykhe tower was the best place to watch it happening, but ever since she found out about the shocking truth of someone stalking her from there, she hadn’t felt comfortable hanging in her old spot. And because of that, she found herself taking a stroll around the school grounds, searching for her new safe haven. Only the sun knew how much she needed some peace and quiet away to drown her frustration after the recent events and their last meeting at the clearing. And Jungkook, after their shared encounter earlier on.

She had her headphones on, whispering soft melodies into her ear, and because of that, she didn’t take notice of someone walking behind her. She was really close to the borders of the woods, staying close by after having left the group’s rendezvous but opting to skip classes to uncloud her thoughts. When she looked up at the sky, the oranges began to fade, and all that golden light blind-sighted her. At this rate, she would lose the sunset.

Then a gulf of wind hit her face and a chill ran down her spine. A pair of hands came in contact with her shoulders and she shivered, remembering the last moments before she and her friends were scared away from the clearing.

Taking her headphones off in a hurry, she turned around startled. The sound of laughter invaded her ears before she could even meet the eyes of her jumpscare.

“Got ya!” the tall golden retriever-like boy exclaimed as soon as she came face to face with him.

“Mingyu!” she stressed. “For fucks sake, I almost died!”

The response she received was more whole hearty laughter and that eased her mood. She smiled seeing him have fun but something else clung to her heart.

Ever since the games, the both of them had grown slightly close. Every time they crossed paths around school, there was a smile there paired with brief hellos and sincere curiosity. By Monday morning a mutual invitation to be each other’s lab partners in one of the few classes they shared—chemistry.

Still, he wasn’t the laughter she sought to hear when all that orange was about to clash with the soon-to-be night sky.

“So what are you doing around here?” Freya asks and the brunette has to wipe his joyful tears to be able to answer.

“I was on my way to the dorms actually. Just got out of practice.”

Freya still couldn’t help but admire his genuine smile and how his freshly washed hair dropped some water droplets on his face. But at the same time, her head was dancing elsewhere. A few yards away, to be exact, where under an oak tree she had made a deal to meet after classes. The sun was setting, but she was still to hear from her free-period companion.

“I saw you walking by and decided to say hi.” Mingyu continued searching for her eyes.

“And that’s how you say hi?” she laughed.

“Next time I’ll try to be more… Charming about it.”

“Next time?” her eyebrow raised. She couldn’t say she ever paid attention to a guy from school before that year, or that she ever really liked a boy from there. Well, besides her friends of course. And that was mostly because she was afraid of things that required too much vulnerability on her side. And a tiny bit because no one had ever seemed worth the struggle she called trust. Did they genuinely like her, or did they just want the status? So the story unfolded naturally. There were too many eyes, and being a great wall to climb became a trait of personality she was too comfortable with to change.

Ever since she got unrightfully exposed, however, by sneaking into the boys' quarters, some freedom of choice was returned to her in that regard. No one was interested in knowing who the next guy in her love life would be. And so she perhaps was beginning to feel ready to come out of her shell. Both in love and new friendships. But the former wasn’t the risk she wanted to take when it came to Mingyu… Possibly if someone else hadn’t arrived in that department first.

He seemed to understand her line of thinking as his eyes got bigger and his expression turned sour. Suddenly he was apologizing.

“Oh–I’m so–So sorry!” he shook his head as if realizing what he had just done. “You have a boyfriend. I’m being disrespectful. I’m sorry.”

At first, she was confused. Boyfriend? She didn’t have one. That wasn’t her point at all. But then the recent events hit her like a truck and she had to inhale hard to get hold of the little patience she still had.

She liked Mingyu. She could tell they could be good friends, amazing even. So she took a leap of faith.

“Can I tell you a secret?” she asked. Freya didn’t have much to lose at this point, and she needed this. A safe space of her own.

Mingyu nodded attentively.

“Yoongi isn’t my boyfriend. We never even hooked up.”

She could see in Mingyu’s face how surprised he was. All the engines of his brain working to make sense of what she had just confessed. Freya was relieved, however, to finally get it out of her system. That someone knew the truth besides her and her girlfriends. That she was at least in control of that tiny little confession and somehow still free. She almost did it earlier on that day anyways.

“Why…?” the words fell off his lips, afraid to lengthen the subject in question. Freya offered an encouraging glance, waiting for his inquiry to be resumed. He got hold of what her eyes wanted to convey this time. “Why are you two pretending to date then?”

“I guess Yoongi knew how much bothered I would be by the amount of gossip even though I pretend I’m not… And he also knew people wouldn’t shut up about it until a name was given to the starving crowd. So why not his? Everyone already assumed we were together anyways.”

“I’m proud to say I’ve never thought that,” Mingyu confessed, raising his hand as a solemn promise. “I even argued otherwise.”

Freya chuckled, finding it endearing. “You would have been the only one then.”

The darkness of the night was already covering every nook of the school like a cloak when the group of friends received a text from Elena.

Nothing but three words. Classroom 202 now.

Receiving a text from the girl after what went down that afternoon seemed hard enough to conceive, let alone one so encrypted like that. And so, each and every one of them immediately stopped what they had been doing and rushed in secret through the marble tiles of the main building in search of the room she invited them in.

One by one they entered. Elena was already there, pacing back and forth when the first of them arrived—Taehyung. It was evident that she possessed some kind of information that she would much more like to be false thinking of her part. He didn’t need a second look at her to prove that.

Hoseok and Namjoon entered right after. Kaya was a few seconds behind them, and they all felt the same. Besides being afraid of possible detention for running through the halls so late at night, all sat in silence waiting, taking in the gravity of the situation by glancing into each other's eyes in the dark. And it didn’t get better as the more they waited, the more impatient and eerie they all got.

Elena still paced, cryptic. Sometimes she would look out the window or check the door for the ones missing. She would hear some of them whispering to each other questions she couldn’t lose time answering, nor had the patience since she was still hurt by their last meeting. At least not unless everyone was present.

And then Yoongi opened the door, everyone looked at him frightened and relieved at the same time. Some searched for something behind his back with their phones flashlights and that made him turn around to check the hallway. It was too dark.

“What?” he asked, spooked, searching for their eyes once again. His hand is still on the knob, keeping the door open, as he too turns on the light from his device.

Elena paces quickly in his direction, pulling him into the classroom and peeking outside to check if he was indeed alone. She closed the door rushedly. “Are you alone?”

“Yes,” Yoongi replied confused. “Shouldn’t I be?”

“We’re missing my sister,” Taehyung said, going toward the window alarmed. The only thing he could see through that darkness was the woods silhouette.

“Ok…?” Yoongi continued completely clueless, barely making sight of everyone present in the room due to the poor illumination. “What am I missing? We better have a fucking good reason to be out here.”

But no one replied. Or even attempted to.

Both girls looked at each other in a silent question about Freya’s whereabouts, putting their resentment aside momentarily. They reached the same conclusion with a hopeless shrug of shoulders. And Hoseok’s concerns didn’t help to lift the mood.

“You don’t think she was attacked like Joy… right? She wouldn’t…” As soon as he questioned it Jin slapped his arm with a hard stare and he shut up flustered. But the possibility taunted everyone present.

There was a pause. Time halted in that classroom. In a flash, Elena pulled her phone to text Freya in desperation, the faint flashlight from her mobile turned off in the process and the room got darker than it already was.

“I’ll go look” Jungkook offered, a dagger piercing his stomach for missing out on both his and Freya’s promise to spend the after classes period together. Right at the same time, Taehyung crossed the room to the door.

“C’mon…” Yoongi mumbled as he pressed his mobile closer to his ear, trying to call the girl in question. He had finally grasped the gravity of the situation.

Jimin and Kaya were by the big window, swiping the landscape beneath them inch by inch. A red bleep twinkled by the edge of the forest and Jimin leaned his nose against the cold glass to try and see it again. He squinted his eyes, but nothing appeared. When he was beginning to think his eyes were playing tricks on him, he got startled by the sound coming from the door. He turned back in a flash. As soon as Taehyung opened it to set foot outside he came to a halt. Jungkook consequently bumped into his back like a domino.

“Get inside!” They heard Freya’s hushed voice demand. “Turn that off. Now!”

Suddenly the room was engulfed in a deep blackness. The kind of dark that makes the hairs on your nape jump. The one that makes every fear you have come true. No one dared to whisper a word out. All they could do was search for each other’s shadows and listen closely for the haunting sound of thumping against the cold marble floors of the corridor.

A few minutes passed, maybe seconds when Yoongi lit his phone again. Time was hard to pinpoint when faced with the extreme nothingness of a total blackout. Soon, all convinced that the night guard had moved on from that section, they all turned the soft light of their screens back on again.

“Sorry–” Freya was the first to break the silence. “I was already outside… Had to go around that security.”

“Just. Please,” Kaya begged on edge, “Let’s get on with this–Whatever this is and go to our rooms. Please.”

In a silent agreement, all eyes turned to Elena.

The strawberry-blonde girl lifted up from the crouch she was previously hiding in and leaned on the teacher’s desk. The ones close to the floor followed, sitting by the empty wooden chairs in front of the class. Only Jungkook and Yoongi were up. One leaned by the wall and the other by the door to keep watch.

“I texted you all here because I think I figured it out,” Elena says, a bit taken aback by her own statement.

“What do you mean…?” Jimin inquires, and everyone looks as if the world would end. Because in fact, it was.

“I know who You is.”

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Namjoon X OT6 - Tentacles

smut

Namjoon likes to fuck all his members at once with his tentacles, taking care of all of them like the good leader he is. They’re spread out around him on the ground of the living room, table pushed aside because they wouldn’t fit otherwise, whining and moaning into each other's mouths as Namjoon gives each one of them exactly what they need.

Seokjin gets the short and thick tentacle, because his prostate is too sensitive but he still loves the stretch, another tentacle latched onto his sensitive nipples, teasing him while he jerks himself off slowly.

Yoongi, their little size queen, gets it long and thick, the kind that he needs four fingers to prep for and he still squeezes so tight around the tentacle. He refuses to let anyone prep him more because the slight pain is what he loves about it.

Hoseok isn’t a big fan of penetration but he loves the suckers on the underside of the tentacle, so Namjoon uses them to tug on his rim, on his balls, wrapping them around his cock and lightly teasing his hole with the tip of his tentacle, enough to drive him crazy.

JImin and Taehyung don’t really care about the size as long as they get the same one, with the only difference being that while Jimin likes it fast, Taehyung wants it slow and hard. They moan into each other's mouths, rile each other up even more and it’s such a beauty to watch.

Jungkook likes it big, not thick like Yoongi but long. Long enough to feel it in his throat, long enough for his stomach to bulge out, and he always presses his hand against it, letting the tentacle fuck against his palm from the inside, whining and moaning his appreciation.

Afterwards, when they’re all fucked out and satisfied, they turn their attention to their leader, fighting over kissing him and blowing him and sucking hickies into his neck and Namjoon just throws his head back, enjoying the attention and the praise.

#bit #smut #bts smut #namjoon smut #namjoon x ot6 #ot7 smut #bts drabble #tentacle smut #tentacle namjoon #jungkook smut #bts fic #ot7 fanfic

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bad-decisionsot7 · 1 year

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Their reaction to you masturbating.

he'd come home from a long day of work ready to see his baby girl only to be met with the sight of you sprawled on your shared bed, fingers rubbing roughly against your clit. his cock instantly hardened at the sight, a small cough erupting from his throat as he began taking his sweater off. you tilted your head up and opened your eyes seeing a smirk on mister worldwide handsomes face, "need some help baby?" he would say, voice raspy and in need.

namjoon had gotten in the shower after working out, coming out of the bathroom to catch you as a moaning mess using a vibrator on your most sensitive part. he widened his eyes a bit before he got an idea, a smirk growing on his plump lips. you opened your eyes a bit, looking up at him. halting your actions. he shook his head a bit, "no no no. keep going baby, daddy wants to watch."

hoseok would be extremely busy in his home office and you were aggravated and horny. "hoseok, baby please." you'd whine, rubbing his shoulders as your pussy pulsed. "can't right now princess." he'd groan honestly, his focus back on his work, you sal on his desk, opening your legs a bit and began to rub your clit softly. "fuck. y/n just get over here." hoseok would groan, gripping your thigh softly.

you had invited your boyfriend jimin over for dinner, not thinking he'd be on his way over as soon as you ended the call so here you were, legs spread and two fingers in your soaked pussy. your head was thrown back as you finger fucked yourself, soft and slow moans leaving your red lips. "y/n, are you-?" jimins voice was cut short as he opened your bedroom door, his cheeks instantly flushing a dark red color in embarrassment. "i'm s-sorry baby." he apologized, his eyes closing a bit. "jimin, babe it's fine but i may need a little help...." you spoke honestly, his eyes widening a bit at your words. he happily agreed, walking over to you and beginning wonders on your pussy.

Yoongi would be turned all the way on at you masturbating. he'd watch you while pleasuring himself, asking you to moan louder and say his name while doing so. he'd catch you while coming home early from dance practice, immediately getting turned on. afterwards he'd spank you a bit, demanding you no longer touch yourself without his given permission.

like yoongi, taehyung would spank you. he'd catch you using a dildo while watching porn on your laptop as he came home from business dinner. he'd bend you over his knees and spank you until you were a moaning mess, apologizing each time to him. after, he'd eat you out like there was no tomorrow, insisting the pleasure would be even more amazing if you'd wait for him next time.

jungkook would be a little jungshook. he'd wake up from a well needed rest only to see you fingering yourself quietly next to him. "what? am i not good enough or something?" he'd ask, clearly insulted but a little turned on. you'd be taken aback by his question, "no baby, i just didn't want to wake you." you'd admit quietly, looking him in the eye. he'd nod softly, understanding because now he'd have a reason to punish you. "no more talking, get on your knees little girl."

#bts #bts smut #ot7 smut #seokjin smut #namjoon smut #hoseok smut #jimin smut #yoongi smut #taehyung smut #jungkook smut #bts reactions #bts smut reactions

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wwbtsdty · 2 years

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Set My Soul On Fire [2] | 18+

Summary: The chances of meeting your soul flame were almost one in a eight billion, the only way of knowing you were a match? You had to happen to be in close proximity of each other, so how were you ever to find your one true flame when they possibly lived halfway around the globe. When you find out you matched with not one but four members from the biggest boy band in the world, you weren’t sure if you were incredibly lucky or headed for devastating heartbreak, but you were willing to find out.

Rating: 18+

Genre: idol!au, smut, angst, fluff

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jimin x Reader, Namjoon x Reader, Yoongi x Hoseok

Status: Ongoing

Word Count: 6.6k+

Warnings: Explicit language, dom!jungkook, dom!jimin, dom!taehyung, dom!namjoon, sub!reader, smut, possessiveness, polyamory, anxiety, insecurities, trauma, jealousy, sexual tension, panic attacks, all the fluffy fluff fluff, mentions of death, making out, dry humping, slow burn smut.

Author’s Note: warnings update with each chapter.

This is my first fanfic I’m sharing with the public, so please be kind. I’m working on becoming a better writer, for now sometimes this might seem like a jumbled mess, but practice makes perfect! Hopefully I can at least convey the stories I want in the best way I can.

Sorry if any of this seems rushed in any way, I wanted to get this out so it might not be as finessed!

This is all fictional.

The following morning came much too quickly, stretching lazily you snuggled further under the covers to block out the sunlight. This just might have been the best bed you’ve ever slept in, and yes somehow you did sleep, if that’s what you wanna call it. It was more like passing out. Like the minute your head hit the pillow. You didn’t brush your teeth, wash your face, nadda. So hopefully your suitcase arrived soon so you didn’t kill one of the members with your morning breath.

One of the boys had lent you a shirt to sleep in until then. You pulled the collar up to your nose giving it a sniff, it smelled amazingggg. Clean cotton, like the kind they always tried bottling for perfume but never quite finessed, combined with a underlying woodsy spice, you could drown yourself in this smell, if only they could bottle this.

Rolling onto your back, you stared up at the ceiling as you thought back to last night. You had agreed to fly back with them to Korea in the end, to spend the summer getting to know each other.

You sighed deeply thinking of your mom, she was probably going to freak out. You’d all agreed it was for the best to err on the side of caution and say you had gotten an internship in Seoul for the summer instead. She would be a mess of course, you and her were best friends, ever since dad had passed away senior year of high school you had both come to depend on each other. Hopefully, if all worked out, you could fly her out to visit, maybe even move here.

Haha what the hell, why were you thinking of moving to Korea already?!

You weren’t even sure how this would work, weren’t they always busy with interviews, practices and all that. Not to mention being constantly hounded by paparazzi, how would we able to spend time any together, let alone stay out of the tabloids.

Not to mention this would be your first time traveling to a foreign country and alone at that, you didn’t speak a lick of Korean beyond Hello and some slang picked up from dramas. Sure, they would be there… but you didn’t even know them, not really. You still don’t even know why you had felt so compelled to give in, usually you were known for no means no, that was the end of discussion. But those sad faces made your heart ache, you just couldn’t say no in the end regardless of your fear and anxiety.

Now you just had to try your best and hope it worked out. You had no doubt they would keep you safe.

Sudden noise outside your bedroom door drew your attention from your thoughts, whispered voices and the sound of a door clicking closed, sounds like someone was up. Reaching for your phone to check the time, the first thing you noticed was a stream of text messages and missed calls overflowing on your phone.

Mel: Good Morning Cinderella! 🧚🏻

Mel: Bibbity Boppity Boo bitch text me back!!

Mel: Don’t make me come find you and break down your hotel door! You know I will!

Mel: can you please stop fucking for a moment and text me 👅

Mel: Alright seriously girl, please call me I’m worried about you, why aren’t you answering?

You laughed scrolling through the various amusing messages. You need to a call her today, you just had to figure what exactly you could tell her first. Not like you could just come right out and say it.

Oh yah, by the way these 4 guys from bangtan think I’m their Soul Flame. Cool huh?

Plus Namjoon had said not to tell anyone just yet, even if it was your best friend. You can only imagine what her response would be.

You desperately wanted to tell someone though. Someone to laugh with at this unbelieve situation, tell you that you weren’t dreaming. Mel had been your friend since grade school, she’d seen you at your darkest days and talked you through them all. You could really use her right now.

You were mindlessly scrolling through pictures you had taken together upon arriving in Vegas, so excited for the concert, before shit had hit the fan. You glanced at the time on your phone.

Oh Shit, it was almost noon? How did I sleep that long?!

Throwing the covers back you sprung off the bed, unfortunately your right foot didn’t get the memo, tangling up in the comforter like it wanted to stay in bed. You fell flat on your face, right leg bent awkwardly. A loud thump followed by you cursing echoed through the penthouse, “Fuck!” That’s gonna leave a mark, you thought.

Namjoon had crept by your room as quietly as possible, one of his bodyguards had text letting him know they left your suitcase by the front door. He was sure you’d be glad to have your belongings for a fresh clothes and shower.

Though he would be lying if he said he didn’t like the way you had looked in Jungkooks shirt. He would keep you in their clothes all the time if he could, wrapped in their scent to show who you belonged to. He couldn’t wait for you to wear one of his shirts, preferably with nothing underneath.

The image of you in a button down shirt, the top buttons undone just enough that the tops of your breasts were displayed; suddenly he was painfully hard. Reaching down to adjust himself as he shook the image away opening the door to retrieve your luggage.

He’d been just about to knock on your door when he heard the loud crash, bursting through the door as he felt your sudden pain. What he wasn’t expecting to see was you sprawled out awkwardly half on the floor and half on the bed, that plump ass perched precariously in the air. Of course he couldn’t help but notice your ass yesterday, he was only human. Now on full display he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to laugh or take a bite of one of those delicious cheeks, though the latter was definitely winning currently.

You blushed bright red, kicking angrily at the comforter as you fought to stand up. “Namjoon!” You squealed pulling your shirt back down to cover yourself quickly.

He still hadn’t moved or said a word, his gaze darkened as he stared at your hand tugging at the hem of Jungkook’s shirt. He swallowed, hard. Turning his gaze to the ceiling as if it were suddenly the most interesting thing in the world, he rubbed at the back of his neck pretending as if he hadn’t see anything.

“Are you alright? I heard the crash, sorry for barging in, I felt your pain-- I couldn’t rationally think and just burst in.”

“I’m okay, just got in a fight with the comforter,” you spoke under your breathe, regarding each other silently for a few moments.

“Yes, right, ah-- well… Your things just arrived and I thought you would like a fresh change of clothes and a shower.” He gestured to the suitcase he was holding.

You glanced down at the suitcase in his hand clapping your hands together in glee. “Yes!! Thank you so much, I desperately need a shower.” You went to grab the handle but he waved it away, “I’ve got it, where do you want it?” He sauntered into the room as you glanced around before pointing out a lone chair in the corner. “Over there is fine, thanks.” You tugged at the hem of the shirt shyly, suddenly aware of how very little clothing you were wearing.

He lifted the suitcase up smoothly placing it on the chair, you couldn’t help but notice the subtle way his biceps flexed as he did. You had seen them dance so much in videos, always wondering what they would look like without a shirt. Unlike some other boy bands they never really displayed much skin, a pity but somehow it made you respect them even more.

He cleared his throat garnering your attention, his cheeks had a slight flush to them as you met his gaze. How long had you been standing there thinking about his damn chest. You felt your face heat up as you suddenly looked anywhere but him, both of you talking at once nervously.

“When you’re ready—”

“I guess I should take a shower—“

You both laughed, “Ah sorry, you go ahead.” Namjoon spoke up first motioning for you to speak.

“Oh, I was just saying I should probably take a shower now...”

“Yes, yes of course! We will be outside if you need anything. Was there anything in particular you wanted for lunch.. err breakfast?” Namjoon fumbled moving towards the exit.

You shook your head moving to open your suitcase and relieved to see all your stuff in place, no doubt Mel had helped back everything up for them. Wonder what they told her when they went to pick it up. “No, I’m down for whatever.”

He nodded in response before exiting the room. “Take your time.”

You had already slept in so late, so you made quick work of getting ready so they weren’t waiting on you further. The first order of business was brushing your teeth, which felt disgusting.

Once he finally left you ran to the bathroom to get ready, taking in your appearance in the mirror. Your hair stuck up in multiple directions, mascara smudged across your face. You could just make out some dried drool on the corner of your mouth.

Great, I look like I got run over by a truck. Well, this was quite the look, of course Namjoon would happened to see you like this.

You opted for a quick shower, though you eyed the bath wistfully, you had no time to dawdle. Letting your hair air dry, you decided on the most minimal makeup; Some concealer, blush and tinted chapstick. You never had much faith in your makeup skills anyway, you always went with the less is more mentality.

Feeling much better now that you were clean, you crept out of your room to face everybody.

“Good morni—… uhm, afternoon? Sorry I slept so long, I’ve never slept that long before. I guess yesterday wore me out.” You shrugged sheepishly, running your fingers through your damp hair.

Taehyung was the first to jump up and rush over, he looked as if he were about to hug you but then thought the better of it. “Of course you’re tired! Don’t worry about it! We’re just glad you were able to get a good nights rest, with everything that happened we weren’t sure if you’d be able to sleep.”

Jungkook had come up behind you from somewhere at some point, startling you as he suddenly sniffed the top of your head. “Morning.” He yawned loudly, running his fingers through his bed head.

Taehyung laughed ruffling Jungkooks hair playfully, “See your not the only one who slept in this morning. Jungkookie hates mornings, he would sleep until noon everyday if he could. You sleeping in late gave him the best excuse to as well today.”

Jungkook rested his chin on your shoulder causing you to stiffen, you could just make out his barely open eyes from your peripheral. He indeed looked like he had just rolled out of bed, oh how you wanted to run your fingers through that fluffy mop of hair like Tae had. Would it be as soft as it always looked?

“Mmm, sleepy.” He muttered, his nose brushing your neck softly as he took another sniff, causing you to shy away. He loved the way you smelled, like fresh lilacs and his own scent from the shirt he had lent you. He had been the first to reach his luggage and pull out a shirt for you to wear last night, even if he had to push Jimin and Tae out of the way.

You laughed suddenly, flinching away as his hair tickled your nose. You remembered his obsession with scents, always smelling his members randomly, you were very glad you had showered before coming out now.

Jimin came up to you grabbing your hand, he tugged you from Jungkook’s grasp causing him to stumble forward onto Taehyung with all his weight. “Yah!” Tae let out as he shoved at his chest causing Jungkook to stumble backwards.

“Let’s eat before our manager gets here, he wants to go over the plan regarding yesterday and what happens now.” Jimin flashed a smile as he dragged you into the living room, sitting down and pulling you against his side, Namjoon sat down beside you with a gentle smile. Tae and Jungkook followed behind pushing at each other playfully before taking a seat on the sofa across from you.

A knock on the door came right as Jungkook had started clearing off the coffee table after your meal. Jimin answering the door to allow their former manager and hitman bang himself into the room.

“Hello Y/N, I’m Bang Si-hyuk, the owner of BigHit. I wanted to personally greet you and hopefully make you feel a little more comfortable with what’s to come. This guy next to me is Sejin, up until recently he was BTS main manager, since then he’s had a promotion but he insisted on greeting you as well being so close to the boys.” He motions to the tall man beside him who had a warm smile on his face.

Of course you knew of them, it was impossible not to know if you watched anything BTS filmed. However you didn’t feel intimidated by them at all like you had thought you would, both Bang Si-hyuk and Sejin had a fatherly vibe to them, you immediately felt comfortable. You could see why the boys always held them both in high regard.

“First things first, I’m afraid I’ll have to start with some bad news.” He grimaced before bringing out a few tabloids to scatter on the coffee table. “I’m afraid along with the shots of Jungkook from the concert, someone managed to get a shot of all of you entering an elevator last night. We were unfortunately too late to stop this from going to press last night.”

You picked up one of the magazines, noticing your picture plastered across the cover, a look of shock on your face as the four members huddled about you within the elevator. It wasn’t a full face shot, luckily Namjoons shoulder had slightly deflected the photographer. You quickly flipped through the magazine to the story.

Who is BTS’s mystery woman?? After fainting at the concert, Jeon Jungkook was seen swooping in to take her backstage, much to the chagrin of ARMYs. Later on in the evening the same woman was spotted entering the elevator with members Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook. Just who is this women to them? Could she be dating one of the members? ARMY are demanding answers as their much awaited concert was postponed due to the incident—

A familiar rush of adrenaline flooded your body as you tried to control the onslaught of anxiety.

Multiple pictures were plastered across the pages from far away of Jungkook leaping off the stage andcarrying your limp body through the crowd. They might not have been the best quality, but you had no doubt there were better pictures and videos out there yet to surface.

You jumped as Jimins hand covered yours, pulling down the magazine, his other hand cupping your cheek softly as he made you meet his gaze. “Deep Breath’s Y/N...” He whispered, concern lacing his voice as he took in your panicked expression. They could all feel your anxiety and fear racing through their thoughts.

Namjoon was kneeling before you, hands resting on your knees. “Look at me. Your okay, everything is okay. Nothing bad is going to happen to you. We will never let anything happen to you.” Namjoon spoke softly, as if talking to a skittish animal. His finger plucking the offending magazine from your hands.

Jimin was motioning for you to take deep breaths beside you, placing his hand on your chest to signal you to follow his own breathing. You stared deeply into Jimins eyes, feeling oddly comforted as you let your breathing fall into the same rhythm. Your anxiety ebbing almost as quickly as it had come.

How strange, that was the fastest you had ever been able to come down from an anxiety attack before. Remembering the countless times you lay on the cold bathroom floor, counting tiles as your mother spoke to you to distract you from your panic attack.

Once Namjoon was satisfied that your attack had passed he moved back to his seat beside you tucking you against his side, he needed to touch you, know that you were alright. Jimin too had taken your hand in his, tracing the delicate veins with his thumb.

You glanced over to see the rest of the group in a heated debate, you just barely made out Jungkook growling at Mr. Bang under his breath, “Why did you bring those?!? Wasn’t it enough to tell her they had gotten her picture, she didn’t need to see the damn magazines herself!” Bang looked sheepishly around the room as Seijin cleared the table of the remaining magazines before you could read further.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I’m so used to dealing with idols who are more familiar with this that I didn’t take into consideration how you would react, please accept my apology.” He bowed deeply.

You shook your head, “Its okay, really, I’ll try to be better prepared in the future.” You felt sorry for Mr. Bang, you were so embaresed for having responded that way. To see face all over so many magazines, how would you ever be able to show your face again without repercussions.

“I’d like to continue if that’s alright?” Mr. Bang had moved back to his seat as he regarded you hesitantly. You gave a nod preparing yourself for whatever comes next.

“We have decided the best course of action is to say that security had alerted the members to someone who was in danger. Then naturally everyone had been worried when an ARMY had fainted and that’s why Jungkook reacted that way. You accompanied the members to the hotel to be checked out by our doctor on staff and verify you were indeed alright after the incident, that's all.

Now of course, that doesn’t dissolve the dating rumors but it should at least soothe the press a little. After a while if you decide you would like to fully invest in becoming their Soul Flames, we will hold a press conference to address this just as we did for Yoongi and Hoseok.”

It all seemed logical enough, the members however seemed less than enthusiastic about the idea. Jungkook was the first to raise his concerns, “How is Y/N expected to go anywhere in Korea when we get there? How are we going to do anything together?”

Mr. Bang sighed, “I knew you were going to ask that. We are going to have to be very careful about how we proceed once we get to Korea. But we will take care of everything, we’ll arrange anything you need. Let us worry about keeping all of you out of sight, as long as you follow a few guidelines I’m sure we can avoid the press. For starters, we will be announcing you are all taking a hiatus before your next comeback once you come back to Korea, this will allow you all to spend some time getting to know each other and hopefully by that time we will have come to a decision regarding the next steps with your Soul Flame.”

The boys were skeptical, so were you. But all you could do was trust that they knew what they were doing. The last thing anyone wanted was a scandal when they were at the peak of their careers.

Mr. Bang and Sejin left after going over a few more fail safes in the event anything else were to happen before they left Vegas. He had given you instructions on what you could tell Mel when you asked, which wasn’t much but hopefully she would leave it at that. So your first order of business was to call her to let her know you were safe.

After telling the boys you were gonna make a phone call, you retreated back to your room, much to the members dismay. You quickly pulled up Mel’s number in your phone, it rang only once before she was screaming in your ear.

“SHE LIVES!! Damn girl, I was about to go to the police, I don’t care if they are BTS!!”

“Okay, 1. Ow my eardrums. 2. I’m sorry I couldn’t call sooner, I text you yesterday though telling you I was fine.”

“How the hell was I supposed to know that was really you?!? They could have forced you to write that! You could have been being held captive in some weird sex dungeon for all I know!”

“Mel, why does your mind always go right to sex.” You laughed, she could be so dramatic sometimes. But that’s why she was your best friend, she was the extrovert to your introvert.

“Uhm… duh, this is BTS we’re talking about, who’s mind wouldn’t go straight to those glorious bodies. Anyway I’m just glad your okay bitch. Now spill, you’ve been with them all night. What happened? Are they as hot up close as they are in pictures? No wait… have you seen any of them naked??”

“Nothing has happened. Yes they are fucking gorgeous and Jesus NO MEL! Look, they were all very considerate and felt horrible that I was hurt, they had their doctor look me over backstage and wanted to keep an eye on me overnight in case of a concussion. That’s all!”

You felt so horrible lying to her, though there was some truth to it, you just left out the part about them being your Soul Flames haha. Just as you were to tell your mother you had an internship in Korea, when Mel no doubt asked why you were going there this summer you were to also tell her that. Consistency is key in this plan.

You talked on the phone for another 30 minutes or so, she explained how the crowd went crazy after the fiasco, fans openly weeping and wishing they were in your place. It was hilarious really, some people even resorted to fake fainting to see if they too would be swept up in one of the members arms. You then had to break it to her that you wouldn’t be able to come to the makeup concert with her, they were too worried about paparazzi and the fans recognizing you. Of course she was upset, you had to listen to her rant and curse for about 10 minutes before finally conceding with the bribe of meeting them in person eventually.

“I love you Mel, you know?”

“I know.”

You smiled at her reply, it was something you had said to each other since grade school whenever one of us mentioned they loved another, we just knew, no need for words.

“I’ll meet you at the airport on Monday okay?”

“You better, I’m not going to explain to your mom why you didn’t make the flight home.”

[ 🎶 Lets do the time warp again! 🎶 Sorry if I wrote about everything between now and then this would be five billion chapters! ]

May 20, 2022 - 1 month later

Unfortunately things hadn’t worked out quite as you all had hoped, the rumors spread like wildfire through Korea days after breaking here in the states causing HYBE to have to call an emergency board meeting. The boys of course having been called back to deal with the damage as well the minute their concert had finished in Vegas. They were all naturally very upset about the situation, but in the end there was nothing else to be done, this was their job after all.

You had kept busy the following weeks with finals, now the day was finally here, your semester had come to an end and summer had arrived. Before you knew it, it was time to head to Korea. You felt giddy at the idea of seeing everyone again after a month, you’d been texting and video calling each other when you got the chance. These past few weeks you have loved getting to know each of them individually, you’d learned so many things about them already.

Currently you sat on your bed, staring at your suitcase in dismay. You had struggled figuring out just what to pack for such a long trip for the last week, you had tried your best not to overpack, but lets be real… you always overpacked. You wondered just how you were going to close this monstrosity of a suitcase, god help you if it bust open on the runway.

“Y/N! Your flight leaves in a few hours, aren’t you ready yet? We have to leave !” Your mom yelled from downstairs, “I know! I know! I’m coming!” you returned, closing your suitcase and promptly sitting on it to keep it closed as you somehow managed to get the zipper closed.

Mel had arrived right as you were about to leave the house, helping you heave your luggage into the trunk of your mom’s car.

“Holy shit, did you pack your whole closet? You know they have stores there… you don’t have to bring everything you own!” She laughed, you both fought back tears in your eyes as you delayed the inevitable.

“We have to go hunny…” Your mom whispered from the drivers seat regarding both of you.

Mel pulled you into her arms hugging you tightly, a couple tears falling down her cheeks. “You better text me like every damn day! I swear I’ll never talk to you again if you don’t!” You nodded, giving her a tight squeeze back. “That’s too bad I really liked you.” you replied sarcastically, “Every day Mel. I promise.”

Stepping back you both wiped at the tears on your face with a slight laugh, “I can’t believe your going to Korea without me you lucky bitch. I fully expect to hear some stories about hot Korean guys you hook up with.” She winked, making a suggestive face.

“I’m serious though Y/N, please don’t stay cooped up in your apartment… I want you to get out and live your life while you’re there this summer. Don’t make me fly out there and drag you out myself. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, live a little lady.” She gave you one last tight hug before stepping back so you could get into the car.

“I’ll do my best, I’ll try to channel my inner Mel.” you laughed, hanging out the window now as your mom started the car.

“Oh, by the way I left a surprise for you in your suitcase!” She rose her eyebrows suggestivly, laughing as she waved frantically at you as you drove away.

Oh great, you could only imagine what she had slipped into your suitcase.

The rest of the drive was quiet, you could tell your mom was barely holding it together a this point, you heard a few faint sniffles over the music playing in the car. You were barely keeping it together yourself as well. All these emotions raced through your mind, the sadness at leaving your mom and Mel, the excitement of meeting the members again after being away for weeks now, the fear of traveling all alone to a new country. It was a shock you hadn’t had a panic attack yet.

You scrolled through the messages on your phone from last night, everyone was so excited you were finally coming to Korea, all of them texting at once explaining to you all the places they wanted to take you, food they wanted you to try. Jimin and Jungkook had mentioned how much they wanted to take a trip to Busan and show you where they grew up, play in the ocean and maybe meet their families. Which of course that last idea had sent you into major anxiety, meet their families? You still weren’t even sure if this was going to work out, last thing you wanted to do was give their families false hope. Namjoon had quickly scolded the young members, feeling the fear radiate from you even thousands of miles away. You reassured them all that you would love to see where they grew up, but just didn’t feel comfortable meeting family yet.

You had slowly given in to that fact they were your Soul Flames, it was hard not to believe when anytime you hurt yourself or felt anxious you would hear that familiar chime from your phone that one of the boys was texting or calling you. That was just not normal, there was no way they could know something like that when they weren’t even by your side. Now it was more the idea of being their Soul Flame that you were trying to accept, sure it was amazing, but also incredibly scary. You could barely keep a boyfriend when you were in high school, the minute you had a panic attack they would go running. If it wasn’t that then it was the all too familar, you’re lame and never want to party, why don’t you want to hang out with my friends, blah blah.

Once you had finished checking in and sent your luggage on its way, you turn to your mom who had begun openly weeping. “Mom…” You whined, trying to hold it together yourself, “I’ll be back in a few months, I’ll call you every chance I get I promise.” You smiled, the tears already beginning to fall as she pulled you into a tight hug, nodding her head in response. “ I know, I know, I’m being silly. It’s just this is the longest you’ll have ever been so far away from me—the house is going to be so empty… please just, call me when you land, okay?” She leaned back from your embrace, giving you a teary smile as she pulled you in for one more quick squeeze.

You waved her goodbye as you headed into security and towards the plane that would soon bring you to Korea, who knew what else awaited you after that.

One of their bodyguards was there to greet you upon your arrival in Korea, you felt a bit saddened not to see the boys smiling faces when you stepped off the plane, but you could only imagine the chaos that would have created.

He ushered you into that ever familiar tinted van to drive you directly to BTS’s dorm. He had tried to make small talk as you drive, mentioning how originally they were going to sell the dorm as all the members had purchased houses of their own at this point, but once you came along they had decided it would be the best place for all 5 of you to reside for now. You could feel your eyes getting heavier and heavier, his words becoming jumbled as you fought to stay awake.

Sometime during the drive you had finally succumbed to sleep. Though the boys had insisted you fly first class—which was an experience in itself, your nerves however had gotten the better of you and you hadn’t been able to sleep a wink. Now the cars gentle vibrations along with the comfort in knowing you were in solid ground lulled you to sleep.

You vaguely hear the sound of the car coming to a stop, the door opening to hushed whispers. Then you were being lifted from your seat, you buried your face in the comforting scent of clean cotton, arms wrapping tightly around the neck of whomever held you as you nosed at the familar smell.

Jungkook laid you gently down on the bed they had made up for you, when he went to pull away your arms locked tightly around his neck, causing him to stumble forward catching himself before he fell on top of you, his hands on either side of your head on the bed behind you.

“Hyung…” Jungkook whined, his breathe fanning across your face, another voice responding in kind from somewhere else in the room. “It’s fine Jk, let her sleep. She’s probably exhausted from the flight.”

With Joon’s acceptance he went to lay beside you on the bed, you immediately curled against his side seeking his warmth. Your face nuzzled into his neck again finding that comforting smell of cotton, you were rocked back to sleep by the slow rise and fall of Jungkook’s chest.

The first thing you felt upon waking was incredibly hot, you squirmed trying to get away from the inferno beneath you. A heavy weight landing around your waist drawing you tighter against the solid wall of heat beneath you. You blinked into awareness, eyes widening as you stared up at that ever familiar mop of black hair and chiseled jawline.

Jungkook…?

It took you a moment to get your bearings, last thing you remembered was driving to the dorm. He must have carried you up to bed when you fell asleep in the car. But how then had he ended up underneath you?! You had suddenly noticed you were laying on top of him, your soft body melded against his hard one. His tattooed arm keeping you prisoner against him as soft snores emanated from his mouth.

You screamed internally, this was to date your most embarrassing moment yet, here you were snuggled against Jungkook of BTS like he was your own personal body pillow. How mortifying. Mel had always said you were a clingy sleeper, having woken up way one too many times to the onslaught of your snuggles she had bought you a body pillow for your last birthday, Jungkook’s picture taped to said pillow, which Mel of course thought was hilarious, “Here, snuggle with Jungkook so I can finally get a decent nights rest.”

You glanced up at Jungkook to make sure he was still sleeping, Mel would be dying laughing if she could see you now knowing how many times she had joked about snuggling with him just like this. Your gaze was transfixed by that little mole under his lower lip, fingers itching to reach out and trace the outlines of his lips. You took your time surveying him this close, he was just as handsome up close, maybe even more so. You’d never really had the chance to really take in his face before, always turning bright red and shying away when he looked at you. Of all the members he and Jimin were always the most intimidating to you, Jimin with his flirty comments always trying to get a rise out of you, and Jungkook’s with his dominating presence, sure he could be a big softie sometimes, but you always felt yourself shrinking underneath those big Bambi eyes.

Your fingers however had a mind of their own reaching out to brush along his bottom lip, touching his lip ring shyly. What would that feel like if we kissed, you’ve never kissed anyone with a piercing there before.. would it be cold? Would it feel weird against your lips? You wanted so badly to know.

Jungkook stirred, mumbling something under his breathe as his hand shot out capturing your fingers just as you went to pull away.

“Hyunggg, five more minutes.. leave me alone,” you giggled, he thought you were one of his members teasing him to wake up.

Your delicate female laughter had him jolting awake, those dark eyes penetrating yours suddenly as he gave a wide bunny smile.

“Hi..” his husky voice radiated straight to your core, making your whole body burn as you remembered your position. Before you could respond, apologizing for possibly forcing him to become your human body pillow, he brought your hand up to his face pressing a gentle kiss to your palm. His gaze darkening as he took in your adorable bed head, you were even more beautiful when you woke up.

He was leaning up before he realized it, pulling your face down to his, his lips brushing ever so gently across your own. He paused a moment to gauge your reaction as he felt you tense above him, he felt your shock at first contact, but it was what he had felt from you moments ago, that he had thought was a dream, that had him insisting he hadn’t been wrong in kissing you.

Your eyes grew wide, Jungkook was kissing you... and you weren’t still asleep, this was too real to be a dream, right? He pressed his lips more firmly against yours as if to solidify you weren’t dreaming, causing your body to melt into his as you sighed into his mouth.

At your acceptance his lips were smashing against yours, finally giving into his desire to kiss you since the moment he first held you in his arms at the concert. His tongue teased along the seam of your lips asking for entrance, when it wasn’t immediately given the cocky shit nipped at your lip causing you to gasp. His tongue delved into your mouth, deepening the kiss.

Jungkook groaned, tasting your mouth as his tongue tangled with yours pulling you down hard against him. His fingers tangled in your hair, tugging gently.

Your fingers flattened against the hard planes of his chest, “Jungkook…” You whimpered as his fingers in your hair bent your head to his liking. You bit down gently on his lower lip in retaliation, taking his lip ring into your mouth experimentally, the cold metal feeling so foreign against your tongue, you couldn’t get enough of it.

You could feel his hardening budge forming against your stomach causing you to grind your core down against his thigh seeking friction, your legs squeezing his hard thigh for relief. It was all too much and not nearly enough at the same time. You felt like your body was going to go up in flames at any moment, your fingers raked down his chest as you moaned against his lips. You couldn’t believe how turned on you were getting from just a kiss, you wanted him so badly. Wanted him to fuck you until you couldn’t walk straight.

Jungkook curses below you as his arm holding you slides down to cup your ass, thrusting hard up against you so you felt his full length. If you kept throwing thoughts like that his way he wasn’t sure just how much longer he could control himself. He could feel you were just as turned on as he was, and if your thoughts hadn’t been enough your body was more than willing to show him.

A sudden knock had you both jumping, Jungkook pulled back regretfully pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips, a bright smile on display as he took in your flushed face and slightly puffy lips. It took all his strength not to say screw it and go back to kissing your delectable lips.

Namjoon opened the door when he didn’t get a response, Jimin and Tae tumbling in behind him, falling atop each other in their rush to get into the room.

They all took one look at Jungkook’s and yours throughly fucked out expression and there was no doubt in their mind as to what exactly had transpired.

Jungkook tucked his arms behind his head glancing over at this brothers with a cocky smile, he looked just like the cat that had caught the canary. Tilting his head slightly he pressed his tongue against his cheek, before running it across his lower lip.

What the hell had come over you just now?!

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Implied ot7 x reader, jin x reader, taehyung x reader, fem reader

genre: smut (please do not engage if you’re under age)

an: this is literally just pwp because Jin shushing Taehyung in their vlive actually made me feel so many crazy feelings. I also do not proof read so sorry for any errors

content warnings: smut right off the bat, dom!taehyung and dom!jin, sub!reader, fingering, spanking, threesome, unprotected sex (dont do this), dirty talk, f. and m. oral receiving and giving, voyeurism, Jin is more dom than taehyung once he joins, big dick taejin, multiple orgasms, cum eating, being forced to keep quiet, aftercare, lemme know if I missed anything

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Taehyung’s hands grasp at your waist, cool rings pressing into the soft flesh there as he dives between your legs, lapping at your clit in teasing licks. Your stomach clenches, a groan slipping between your bitten lips.

“Tae, don’t tease,” you wind your hands into his hair, hoping to sway him toward giving your pussy the treatment it’s screaming to receive. Amazingly, he listens, splaying his fingers on either side of your pussy lips and spreading them open. You can feel him smirk against you before he swipes the flat of his tongue along your entire slit, humming at the taste. Your mouth drops open at the feeling, pushing back into the mussed pillows beneath your head. Already overwhelmed at his attention, you anchor your hands into the silky strands of his hair and scratch against his scalp appreciatively.

Your toes curl as he points his tongue, wiggling it right underneath your clit torturously slow.

“Tae,” you whine again, yanking his hair. Hips wiggling out of frustration, you bite on your lower lip to suppress a frustrated scream. A puff of hot air blows against you at his chuckle, and he lifts his head up just enough that you make eye contact and he winks salaciously. Before you can even begin to process the action he dives back in, mouth working double time to what it was before. His pointed tongue plays with your clit, working it in small circles as his fingers creep closer to your fluttering entrance. The lewd wetness coming from between your legs has your face flushed, a high pitched keen tearing from your throat as Taehyung finally plunges a finger inside of you. He works quickly, twisting his finger until he’s sure you’re wet enough for a second. The stretch of his second girthy finger burns, but his relentless attention to your clit throws your nerves into pleasure. Your hips buck against his ministrations, hands tugging instinctively on a handful of his hair. He nips at your clit in retaliation; a warning that your movements aren’t going to be tolerated, but all it does is inspire a new wave of wetness to gush from you. Uncontrollable with the way your orgasm is approaching, your body shakes and your hips buck upward again, pushing his face further into your wetness, the firmness of his nose pressed against you driving you wild.

A growl rips from his throat, fingers slamming into you faster as his mouth leaves you altogether. Taehyung sits up, intimidatingly tall over your prone figure as he hauls one of your legs up over his shoulder, opening you up further to him. The moan that leaves you is loud, a broken yell of his name as he surprises you with the addition of a third finger into your pussy.

“I thought you knew better by now, baby.” His free hand ghosts over your exposed asscheek, grazing the flesh with a light touch that makes goosebumps sprout along your skin. “When I’m eating your pretty little pussy, you better stay...” his words trail off, as if he’s thinking of what to say next. He takes your moment of distraction to twist the fingers inside of you until they’re pressed right against the spongy spot inside of you. If that wasn't enough to send you hurtling toward tears, Taehyung lands a slap against you, right at the junction of your thigh and your ass, and it sends shockwaves through your body, hands limp at your sides as tears spill down the sides of your face. Taehyung’s fingers never falter, pressing incessantly as your juices spill around him.

Air comes to you in small gasps and Taehyung tuts at you, smirking at your disheveled state. He runs his thumb over your clit, a broad stroke that makes you actually scream, a raw noise the rips from the back of your throat.

“Please, Taehyung, please-” your impending orgasm makes you stupid, craving nothing more than Taehyung’s touch to take you over the edge. Luckily, Taehyung is beautifully attuned to your needs and wastes no time to drum over your clit a few more times before you’re gushing, the pleasant buzz of your orgasm engulfing your entire body. The wetness between your legs grows as your pussy throbs around Taehyung’s fingers.

A deep moan punctuates the air as he gasps, praising, “Oh, sweet girl, your walls squeezing me so tight I can barely get my fingers out of you.”

You feel dizzy, the praise sending more tears down your cheeks as you whine pitifully, embarrassed by the audible sound of Taehyung pulling his fingers out of you.

“So hot, baby, fuck. I can't wait to be inside of you.” His voice is addictively deep, and despite just cumming moments before, your stomach churns with anticipation. You sit up on your elbows, legs still too weak to move, and watch as Taehyung fishes his cock out of his sweatpants. He bites his lip at your attention, having always a bit of an exhibitionist streak as he strokes himself. Your mouth waters at the way his cock bobs, glistening at the tip in the low light of his bedroom.

“Can you flip over, baby?” He taps at your hip to encourage the movement, and despite your aching muscles, you flip over. He’s groaning as soon as you do, no doubt admiring the wet mess of your pussy as you lift your hips upward.

“Your ass looks so pretty with that,” he hums, fingers tracing over the red marks his slap from earlier left. You wiggle your ass at him, beginning to feel impatient as your arousal spikes again at the idea of his cock so close to you.

“Taehyung, please.” You peek over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of him, standing tall and proud at the end of the bed as he strokes his cock with an arrogant look on his face. His eyebrow raises at the look on your face, arousal shooting straight to your core.

“Taehyung, please fuck me. I need you in me, please, Taehyung, I-” you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the dried tears stuck to your lashes. When you wait a few beats and he still hasn’t come near you, you feel yourself shudder, gulping around the spit collected in your mouth.

“Taehyung, please, please fuck me already, I need your fat cock in-” He finally takes pity on you, pushing forward until the thick head of his cock has begun to split you open. You moan in tandem, both pent up from the foreplay he made your endure, and his hips immediately move forward, sinking into you until you can feel the pressure of his balls against you. Your mind stills at the feeling of being so full, and as Taehyung begins to move his hips against you, a loud string of curses falls from your lips.

He holds you down with one strong hand at your upper back, a grip that reminds you that you couldn’t move even if you wanted to. The other hand makes a dangerous trail down your side, dancing over the soft skin of your stomach and hips before grabbing a handful of your ass.

“What a good little baby, taking me like that. You want more?” He speeds his thrusts up as soon as you nod your affirmative, hips plunging into you and echoing the tell tale sounds of sex through the room. He’s fucking you fast and yet somehow you can still feel the ridges of his cock splitting you open in a way that only he and your other boyfriends have achieved. Drowning in the pleasure, you can’t find it in you to do more than lay and take whatever he gives you, simply leaving your mouth open to allow whatever stream of moans and pleas you can come up with to leave as he works into you.

“So good, baby, just lettin’ me do whatever with your pussy,” he hazards another slap against your ass and you clench, spurring him on to land several more against you. Your moans rise in pitch with every smack, unable to voice the pleasure in any other way. Your clit cries for attention, and you’re about to beg when you hear a loud bang, the sound enough to startle your eyes open as you freeze under Taehyung.

Even from your position, it was easy to tell that the person who had just shown up and slammed the door behind him was Jin. Despite the fact he had seen you in this position many times-even put you in it more times than you can count-your face flushes at his presence in the room. Taehyung seems completely undisturbed, only having slowed his pace a bit as he gazes toward the intruder.

Jin eyes you cooly, a level gaze considering your face squished against the pillow, hands fisted in the sheets as Taehyung works you over, ass glowing red from his spanks. He gives no indication of why he’s shown up, but there’s a fire in his eyes that makes you whimper.

“Taehyung,” he finally speaks, and the younger boy still doesn't falter his hips, even grunts out a curse before asking what his hyung wanted. Jin approaches the bed, seating himself on the edge just a few feet away from your head, and you can see the way his thighs are stretching a pair of ripped blue jeans in clear detail. Your mouth waters at the sight, wondering if you could slip your hand out and grasp at his leg, if maybe he would understand that you want to feel more of him.

Jin still doesn’t say anything after Taehyung asks what we wants, and the younger man grunts in frustration as he picks his pace back up.

“If you don’t need anything, Jin-hyung, why don’t you leave me to keep wrecking this little pussy?” Taehyung goads, eliciting a high pitched moan from you as your hair falls into your eyes at the power of his thrusts. Jin groans, a sound of utter frustration you’ve heard too many times when you accidentally burn a part of dinner. His hands clench at his sides and suddenly his face is level with your own, handsome eyes gouging into you as you whimper and whine at the feeling of Taehyung splitting your walls apart. Jin’s face softens for a split second before his brows furrow, bringing an elegant finger up in front of his lips and shushing you.

Embarrassingly, the moan halfway in your throat dies, the command from Jin affecting you so much that you choke on your own spit. Taehyung’s hips still, and you think he might be about to tell Jin to get lost, but his cock twitches heavily inside of you and you know he’s just as gone as you are. Jin stares you down, waiting to see if you dare make another sound before dropping his hand to your hair, pushing the loose strands aside. You can see now that his cock is straining against his jeans, the delicious bulge making your hands itch to grab him.

“You know that everyone else is on a call right now, right?” He keeps his gaze on you but you know he’s talking to Taehyung, who has annoyingly stilled all movement inside of you. Your cheeks burn as Jin smirks at you, “and neither of you were being very quiet.” Realization hits you like a brick, and an embarrassed whine crawls out of you, tears welling at the idea. You really had no problem with your other boyfriends hearing you, in fact you enjoyed the idea, but the fact that they were on a call-

“I didn’t really think that our little girl would like the idea of a producer knowing how good she is at taking cock,” Jin’s hand cradles your flaming cheek, running his thumb across it gently. “Even though I fucking love to hear it, I came to shut you two up.” He palms himself, finally giving a bit of relief to the room as you and Taehyung realize how this is going to play out. Jin’s hand leaves you and he stands, leveling a stare at Taehyung as he begins to unzip his jeans.

“Try again, Taehyung,” he motions to the man in a way that would have been condescending if he wasn’t so fucking hot, and Taehyung’s hips start moving almost immediately. His stroke has changed to something slower, surely a feeble attempt to lessen the noise he’s sure was echoing through the vents of the house before.

Jeans off, Jin stands proudly at the side of the bed, seemingly pleased with the pace Taehyung has set. He looks painfully hard in his boxers, and you can’t help but wonder if your other boyfriends were in a similar state and just couldn’t get out of the meeting like Jin could. The idea of the other 5 of them sitting on a call, hard and distracted by the sounds of you fucking Taehyung pulls a harsh whine from your chest. You instantly bite your lip to dull the sound but it doesn’t slip by Jin, who has shucked his boxers and bends to look at you.

“Baby can’t follow a simple order to be quiet, huh?” He approaches the side of the bed again and your heart stammers at the sight of his red-tipped cock.

“Been disobedient today, hyung,” Taehyung comments, hips still not faltering from his new slow pace as he watches Jin hold himself at the base.

“Ah, guess I’m gonna have to find a way to shut you up, petal.”

You open your mouth with no hesitation, face squished awkwardly against the pillow but far too overwhelmed to move. Jin sighs, hooking his hands under your arms and forcing you to lean on your hands, face to face with his cock.

“There you go, petal. Nice and ready for me to shut you up.” His cock slides into your mouth, immediately cutting off your air supply with the thickness of his length as you unhinge your jaw. The next moan you let out is muffled and Jin smirks in content, the feeling of your throat contracting around his cock causing him to let out a low sigh of his own.

Your eyes water at the intrusion, loving the fullness of two cocks inside of you. Jin wastes no time to make sure he’s fully lodged in your throat, despite the gag you let out as your nose connects with his pelvis. His hand wraps into your hair, holding it in a loose ponytail before he begins moving your head for you. You feel dizzy, focusing on trying to suck air through your nose while also working your tongue along the underside of his cock, playing with the head every time it reaches the tip of your tongue.

Just as you get into a rhythm that has Jin’s stomach clenching, Taehyung speeds up his thrusts, apparently no longer able to stand the slow sensual pace he had started. Despite knowing you were definitely being listened to, the movement of his hips reignites pleasure, along with the feeling of Jin’s cock so far down your throat. Your hips wiggle against Taehyung as Jin tightens his grip on you, gasping lowly every time you’re able to get your tongue along just the right vein. All thoughts of being quiet leave you when Taehyung reaches to play with your clit, strumming it in small circles as you feel your walls pulse around him.

His throaty groan is the loudest thing you’ve heard in a while, and the sound makes your eyes roll back. You wiggle yourself out of Jin’s hold, weakened by his own impending release, and you warn Taehyung that you’re about to cum. As soon as the words leave your mouth Jin is back in it, renewing his grip as he heaves a heavy sigh. Your orgasm hits you as soon as Taehyung presses your clit hard with his thumb.

Your descent into pleasure is joined by Taehyung, who curses loudly and moans your name. You wish you could see him when he cums, head tipped high to the ceiling as he holds onto the flesh of your ass, but the warmth of his cum spilling inside of you has tears leaking from your eyes, a stream of unstoppable moans vibrating around Jin’s cock. Spurred on by your noise, Jin works himself in and out of you only a few more times before he’s cumming, cock pressed so far into the back of your throat that you choke on it one last time.

He finally drags his cock out of your mouth and lets you swallow, and as soon as your mouth is free you’re gasping for air, top half of your body dropped back against the mattress. Jin sighs, carding through your sweaty locks as Taehyung pulls out, slowly admiring the mix of your cum leaking out of you. You feel his weight shift and land next to you, lanky body golden and glistening with sweat. Mercifully he helps you flip onto your back, giving your arms a rest as you let them lay limp at your sides. Immediately his lips are on you, kissing you deeply as he mumbles appreciation and praise to you.

Momentarily you lose track of Jin, caught up in the way Taehyung ravishes your mouth even though you know he’s just as exhausted as you are. A touch ghosts along your ankle and you startle, looking down to find Jin staring at the mess between your legs. Your pussy throbs and he sees it, wasting no time to split open your legs and lower himself between them. The idea of being touched again makes you flush.

“Jin, I-fuck,” you sigh as he kneads at the flesh of your upper thighs, gently working out the tension there.

“You can do one more, right petal?” You both know that you can, and that you will, but he never misses the chance to ask first. You nod, sure that it would be a fast orgasm but would be all he wants from you.

“W-wait!” You chirp just as he starts to lick at you. “I don’t know if I can s-stay quiet without…” you trail off, heat flaming in your stomach.

“As much as I would love for you to suck me off, I don’t have the stamina for it right now.” Taehyung chuckles lightly, rolling on his side to look down at you. His eyes twinkle, an idea visibly popping into his head. He flexes his hand, rings shimmering in front of you, and then clasps the appendage right over your mouth. It’s wide enough to cover you all the way from your chin to the bottom of your nose, grasping at each of your cheeks firmly. He smiles, cheeky, definitely proud of himself, and nods down at Jin.

The oldest wastes no time, diving into your pussy with all the fervor of a man starved. He immediately gets to work lapping up all of Taehyung’s cum, cleaning you from the inside out. The lewd sound of his tongue roving over your wrecked entrance makes you cry out, but Taehyung’s hand is working wonderfully as a gag, and you barely hear the noise come to fruition. Your hands curl around Taehyung’s forearm, lost at the sensation as Jin twirls his tongue around your clit, the fire in your veins making your toes curl as he circles his lips around the nub and sucks. You see white when you cum, scratching down the length of Taehyung’s arm and screaming into his hand, unsure if the sounds were even muffled enough to be hid from the rest of the boys.

Jin and Taehyung are shushing you, letting you recover from the intensity. Taehyung removes his hand when you seem to be calm, and Jin has already retreated to the bathroom for a washcloth to run between your legs. Shaking from your last high, you grasp onto Taehyung who holds you tight, kissing your forehead despite the sweaty mess it’s become.

“You were so good for us baby, even so quiet with my hand around your mouth.” You don’t have the energy to do more than nod, leaning your head further into his warmth as Jin comes to clean you up. Your hips jump up at the sensitivity and your oldest boyfriend apologizes, finishing quickly to collapse on the opposite side of the bed. He steals your attention from Taehyung to give you a sweet kiss, wrapping his long arms over your stomach to keep you warm. Taehyung follows suit, curling his body around you as much as humanly possible. You come down nicely, feeling loved between your two boys, and sleepy more than anything else. Your eyes begin to slip shut just as Jin lets out a laugh that startles you.

“What?” You ask, sleepy but curious, cracking open one eye to peer at him.

“Nothing. Just thinking about how pissed Hobi was when he lost the Rock Paper Scissors to be the one that came to shut you two up.”

Taehyung rumbles with laughter beside you, and you can only imagine the betrayed look on Hobi’s face when he lost the last round and had to give up his shot at getting some action.

“Poor boy,” you mumble, relaxing into sleep with a grin on your face.

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SOLmates (teaser) (m) | OT7

title: SOLmates (teaser) pairing: ot7 x reader(f) rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , smut ; soulmates au (negative), arranged marriage au, futuristic dystopian summary: “What awaits after Inferno? Ashes.” teaser warnings: lots of intro!, all intro!, jin is a bit of a menace, manhandling, cursing, fingering, scratching, yoongi is rude af, choking, jin wears a chain bc i can’t help myself, warnings to be added as series starts note: so.. this is a project i’ve been working on for awhile now. i don’t normally plan things, but something that started on a whim grew into this entire universe that i ended up having to plan like never before lol. i just wanted to show y’all a small piece of it, and i hope you enjoy! note 2: thank you to @wwilloww, @kookskingdom, and @sugaurora for encouraging me to keep going on this! y’all gave me much more hype than i could ask for and i’m really excited for what’s to come. this is also a rough draft so it will be polished later :D teaser word count: 5.4k 5.5k release date: july 27th, 2022, 7pm est updated: august 3rd, 2022

PROLOGUE

The first time, you feel a spark.

The second, a fire.

But what happens after the third?

What awaits after Inferno?

Ashes.

// LOGDATE: 3021.01.32, 0700

// LOCATION: PLANET EARTH, HOME POD

// SUBJECT: HARDLOCK

No matter how hard or long you sleep, the soft clicks and whirrs of your bedroom’s bootup routine never fail to make you stir.

Face scrunched, your gaze sweeps across the mostly empty space beyond your sheets. Pale blue light spreads over everything like a blanket, and you are quickly reminded of when you ported off-planet for the first time, watching the rush of a million blue streaks encompass your peripherals.

Why that memory flits about your mind, you haven’t the faintest clue. That was ages ago.

“AE-AI, what’s today,” you grumble, knowing your Homepanion will register your drowsy, garbled speech.

And, like always, her calm voice drifts over your head.

[Today is Saturday, January 32nd, 3021.]

[Reminder: you have one meeting today.]

[Atmosphere Aura Temperature: Suboptimal.]

A meeting? You may be exhausted as all hell, but you know it’s definitely your day off. Reaching to swipe your phone off your nightstand, you check the screen to see if something slipped into your schedule last second, dropping it with a thud when nothing appears.

The ghost of a kiss accompanies the soft touch of rough fingers between your shoulder blades. “Isn’t it Saturday,” a sleep-leadened voice asks, and you hum in response, settling into your bedfellow’s embrace when they tug you backwards. “We never have meetings on Saturdays.”

“I know.”

The lithe forearm around your torso starts to slide downward, and a small knot in your belly tightens when fingers wander across your bare pelvis. “Jin,” you whisper, hushed and breathy, “Let me figure this out first.”

“Just cancel,” the man’s coarse suggestion matches the tone of his voice before he lazily bites your ear. “There, I solved it.”

You don’t hide your groan, but you do close a hand over Jin’s wrist just as he slips a lone finger between your folds. “Thirty seconds,” you sigh in compromise. Because you absolutely want the same thing he does.

The random notification is just throwing you off.

If this meeting has nothing to do with work, it better be a good one; it’s stealing hours of your rare, precious rest time. Lately, none of your squad had been gifted with any, which is exactly why you and Jin made the most of last night.

“Fine. Not like AE-AI’s gonna care,” he relents, albeit petulantly.

[I do not.]

As Jin fires off an insult to your intelligent and apparently saucy assistant, you laugh and wrap his arm back around your stomach. “What’s the meeting for, AE-AI?”

[The meeting has no title or subject, but the location is as follows: Phode Industries, Floor 112, Room 34-B.]

“Damn him,” you mutter, the absence of anything important in a meeting drop being the mark of your Guardian. “AE-AI, call the meeting organizer, please.”

[Calling: Kim Namjoon.]

You turn, observing shut, tired eyes under wavy black locks. “Looks like it’s gonna be more than thirty seconds.”

Without moving a muscle, he teases, “I’m heartbroken.”

“You’ll get over it.”

“Say hi to Joon for me.”

“I’m going to be saying a lot more than that.”

As the rings echo throughout your spacious bedroom, frustration is the sole energy source that thrusts your legs out of heated blankets and your feet onto cold floors. To combat the chill, you swipe a large shirt from the foot of your bed.

“Hey, that’s mine!”

Jin’s scent hugs you like a second layer as you shrug. When you walk away, your arms stretch high above your head, knowing his stare will drift straight down to your ass.

And as planned, the next thing you hear is a groan.

“Damn. Fucking keep it.”

You’re almost to your bathroom when your annoyance finally answers the call.

“Oh, good. You’re up.”

“Namjoon, what the hell is this?” Warm lights bloom when you enter the spacious area and, with one eye squinted, you scratch your head while reaching for your toothbrush. “You better have a brilliant reason for this meeting or else I’m not stepping foot out of this pod.”

“It’s not that I have a brilliant reason. It’s that we have no choice.”

You pause, the toothpaste glob missing the bristles of your brush. “And that means what, exactly?”

There is a bout of silence in the speakers. In your buildup of anger, you rest your hands on the counter, both tools still resting in your curled fingers. “Namjoon,” you repeat, drawing out his name.

“What else do you think we wouldn’t have a choice in, kid?”

Ugh. You should’ve just stayed in your bed with Jin. It’s too damn early for your Guardian’s mind games. “Is it Ngoya wanting to reup his implants again? I know we have to keep that relationship pretty solid but it’s one more day. Just don’t walk outside for twenty four more hours! It shouldn’t be that hard.”

“No, it’s not that—”

While you’re successfully coating your toothbrush with paste, you fire off another guess, “Oh, never mind, I know. It’s that damn Spark Suppressor asking for business again. Why did I have to be chatty and tell him my—”

“Not that, either. Listen to me? Please?”

Nonchalant is too stiff of a word to describe the way you’re brushing your teeth, slightly slouched and observing your eyes in the expansive mirror.

Eyes that hadn’t been out of a shield in days.

A gruff exhale crackles the sound system in your ceiling before Namjoon speaks again, and you stand there speechless, toothbrush hanging limp in between your lips.

“You’ve been summoned. It’s damn Hardlock, kid. I’m sorry.”

Fuck.

You’ve shaped your life how you wanted it to be, despite all of the adaptations that society has gone through and thrown at you.

Every single one except Hardlock, apparently.

The Arranged Marriage Pact that cannot be refused.

// LOGDATE: 3021.01.32, 0800

// LOCATION: GLISA STATION, EALIONA DISTRICT

// SUBJECT: WHEN YOU STARTED BELIEVING

Adjusting your eyeshield, you sigh as you step into a hovertrain with a group of other passengers.

Suppressor gloves forgotten at home, you were quick to shove bare hands in jacket pockets, rushing to the back of the compartment to isolate yourself. On the way, you accidentally brush someone’s arm, apologizing but not stopping in your haste.

Even if you’re fully clothed, you still have a moment of panic when you make contact with someone. It’s the norm to have that instilled in your nature.

Will it happen?

Or not?

Well, you don’t know what it feels like, but according to your relatives’ experiences, it’s a situation you don’t want to encounter. Ever.

An automated announcement blares right before the doors close, and you don’t hear a word spoken on the train as you sit, backpack taking up most of the seat.

With your stop five long minutes away, you have some time to think.

How did it get to be this way? Who the hell is choosing you of all people? People in your line of work never get chosen for Hardlock because of the risk factor.

Maybe they know how lucrative your job really is and they just want the money. You can’t blame them in that case.

Rolling other careers around in your mind, you can’t think of another one with higher pay than a Salvager. The only one that comes close is someone in Namjoon’s position: a Guardian that protects a Salvager’s livelihood. You don’t know what you would do without him.

It’s a miracle that a Spark didn’t happen when you accidentally saw his eyes in that one wanderhouse, when you entered a room you didn’t know he was occupying.

He was simply reading a book—one of the old ones that required hands to read—which he promptly dropped at your entrance.

You remember both staring at each other for a good while, shocked to death and then relieved. Relieved to see another pair of true irises in organic colors and hues.

If he ended up being a SOLmate, that would’ve been the end of a relationship. It was even company policy: you would’ve had to make arrangements to part before acquiring a new Guardian within hours.

You heard the stories. Broken friendships, crumbled company deals, crushed empires.

Because nothing could overcome the initial Spark—much less an Inferno.

Which is why you are going to keep your hands hidden in your jacket at all times. You can’t risk touching another human and possibly igniting.

Don’t connect your bare eyes.

Don’t connect your bare skin.

The two ways a Spark can be initiated.

You don’t know what the hell birthed the curse of SOLmates, but you’ve learned how society has adapted. The rise of quarantining and social avoidance became the norm, with entire civilizations working remotely and citizens avoiding the Outside altogether.

At first, you didn’t believe in SOLmates. You thought it was just a ploy carried out by the Heado Council to keep commoners in their pods while they went about their shady ways.

It wasn’t until your cousin suddenly appeared in your Tele-Port with a barren look in their eyes, hunched over and refusing to speak to you until three days later. You remember having to force food and water down their slimming throat, along with sleep medicine to fight their insomnia.

When they finally spoke, voice gravelly and dusty, you understood.

“If you ever ignite,” they started, unblinking and haunted, “Never meet them again.”

“What are you saying?”

“Promise me.”

“Hey, snap out of it. What are you talking about?”

They finally lifted their eyes, and you fought the urge to lurch forward seeing the specks of sharp grey swirling around obsidian—volcanic ash in their depths. “You will want to. But fight it. Don’t let there be a third time. Lock yourself away if you have to.” With each pointed plea, their body thrummed, their words as jittery as their shoulders until you rushed over to hold them.

“You have to relax,” you whispered, but your cousin fought against your arms, their voice suddenly shrill and desperate in your ear,

“Never see them again! You can’t! Anything is better than this!”

“Hey, wait—”

An elbow connected with your stomach, forcing your grip loose. Frantic, your visitor wrenched themselves from your form and tore their way through your living room, hair whizzing and flailing.

You called out for them, but your plea fell on deaf ears. Right as they scampered onto the transportation disk, they slammed trembling fingers onto the console as if they didn’t care where the hell they were sent.

“Wait!”

The yell dispersed throughout your empty room, rebounding off the furniture and dark grey walls. Feeling the weight of the loud silence that followed, your arms slowly fell back to your sides, and you wondered if you would ever see your cousin again.

You still haven’t seen them since.

[Now arriving at: Phode District]

The hovertrain warbles to a stop. Cracking your neck, you make your way out of the compartment, almost going to adjust your backpack straps until you realize you can’t unpocket your fingers.

Shit. You’re going to have to swallow your pride and admit to Namjoon that you don’t have gloves.

He’s going to notice anyways; you won’t be able to take out the docu-discs you have stashed without showing your bare skin. With a thought, you blink three times to bring up the HUD on your eyeshield and ring him.

His answer is instant.

“Hey, where are you?”

Peering up at the obnoxiously tall glass building, you watch heavy raindrops splash your helmet before you groan,

“I’m here.”

// LOGDATE: 3021.01.32, 0810

// LOCATION: PHODE INDUSTRIES

// SUBJECT: THE MEETING

Thank whatever deities people come up with nowadays that Namjoon has a spare pair.

After you rushed out an excuse on top of your mistake, your Guardian only sighed and told you to just get your ass to the room. He claimed that he brought extra gear because he had business two districts over, but you didn’t put it past him to be paranoid.

Gliding across the almost barren floor of the lobby, you hear faint announcements about keeping suppressor gear on at all times while on the premises.

Shit. You have to make it to the elevators before you’re questioned by a roboguard.

But your worries are for naught, for the short trip to the glass tubes goes smoothly. It’s possible that you escape suspicion while in regular civilian garb instead of your Salvager suit.

You understand completely; the suits are pretty damn noticeable with their reactive energy displays.

After a low humming ascent, you’re now on the 112th floor, wandering around and sneaking glances into every room not shielded by Darkglass. Peering through the clear walls, you watch as helmeted business people go about their days. Some are negotiating trade deals by the looks of the tablets they are cradling, and some are simply staring out of the building windows and watching the rain.

People do that a lot. Ever since it’s been next to taboo to show bare skin in the Outside.

What you would give to feel rain again.

There aren’t many rooms that have the glass activated, but you do pass one that apparently has a commotion going on inside.

You faintly remember learning about Darkglass. How it shrouds both sight and sound when flipped from clear to black. If something is pressed against the material, there’s a subtle vibration that can be seen.

Just like now, as you walk by a room in the middle of the hall. When you turn to regard the slight waves, you make out the faint outline of a handprint.

Weird. Maybe someone resting against the wall out of sheer boredom.

It would make sense. You would absolutely hate being chained down to a place of business like this.

Being a Salvager means you aren’t attached to a building, or a cubicle, or even a central hub. Your job resides wherever the missions take you—wherever some rich asshole ends up needing you to go—whether that be into a local penthouse or the next planet over.

And you love it. The experiences you get to have, the places you get to see—all of it has been remarkable despite the gritty truth.

It’s not an honorable occupation. Not that honorable is a common word thrown around nowadays. But it’s one that many a wealthy person will shovel out liquid cash and ONIcoin for, so you’re able to live a lavish lifestyle.

Your hands are practically drowning in your pockets.

Are you going to have to give up that life because of Hardlock?

Surely, the family that chose you knows what you are. Your file omits a staggering amount of detail, but your base information is clearly defined next to your known SOLmate count, age, and ancestry.

You finally see a floating LED rectangle that reads 34-B, and the room’s Darkglass is deactivated. Glancing inside, you see Namjoon’s tall, cloaked form standing a safe distance away from what you assume are the mother and father of your chosen partner. While the woman occupies the lone chair at the end of a conference table, her husband simply rests gloves on her sagging shoulders.

They seem… Lost.

There wasn’t much time for you to run through their files, but Jin skimmed through while you got ready earlier.

“Yah, why are there so many redacted sections?”

“Nothing new,” you threw over your shoulder while slipping on pants. “Happens with a lot of older generations. Elders and their privacy.”

You could picture Jin’s eyes scanning his HUD back and forth within his sleek eyeshield, legs spread on your traditional sofa. “Jung Family… Blastia District… Shit.”

“What?”

“Heado Council puppets.”

“Fuck.”

After removing his shield, Jin ruffles his hair and smoothes it back down. “You sure you can’t pull out?”

“It’s Hardlock, Jin. Non-negotiable.”

“Isn’t that incredibly unethical?”

“Severely, but what do they care?”

“I have a bad feeling about this.”

You shrugged, faking confidence and hiding the tremble in your bones. “Relax. I don’t have to like the person. Just gotta marry them on paper and tell them I won’t be around.”

Run. You can just run, right? Run away, portcast to the farthest, most decent planet you can think of and live off your dirty pension? It sounds so much better than walking into that room.

But Namjoon turns and notices you through the wall, and he’s only one long stride away from opening the door.

“Come in!” You can hear the forced smile behind his shiniest blue helmet—one he saves for special occasions—but he whispers his next words, “We may have gotten a little lucky.”

“What? What do you mean?” As you stand in the thin doorway, you drink in his response.

“The dude isn’t even here.”

“Fantastic,” you drawl, sparing a quick side eye at the parents under the cover of your shield. Maybe he portcasted to the farthest, most decent pla—

“It doesn’t mean the contract is void, but it does give us some time to adjust. Here,” Namjoon steps to the side to allow you entrance, and you clench your fists in humid pockets when you enter the room.

You have no clue what your Guardian means by that, but you decide to dismiss it when you finally notice something about the reticent couple at the table.

They’re wearing Navim Shields.

Even you choked seeing the price of those.

This family doesn’t need a drop of your money.

So why the fuck are you here?

// LOGDATE: 3021.01.32, 0900

// LOCATION: HOMEPOD

// SUBJECT: STRESS RELIEF

“Did I hear you right? The guy didn’t even show?”

“Why are you still here, Jin?”

The slide and click of your door shutting behind you means that you’re finally cut off from the Outside, temporarily severed from responsibilities and new expectations and anxieties. No matter how often you left your home for missions, entering the Outside always caused your shoulders to tense until you set foot back in your entryway.

And even though you will never admit it, seeing Jin’s sweatpants-clad form greeting you is already enough to ease your mind this time.

You shuck your backpack off in an unceremonious dump, sighing as you proceed to remove your eyeshield.

Fuck.

The moment after removing protection is always a bit disorienting. Your corneas have to adjust to true colors after being suppressed by the shield technology, and it doesn’t help that depth perception changes dramatically. Jin is a lot closer than you think as you lower your eyeshield, and you flinch when he backs you up into your door.

With one large, capable hand next to your head, he flashes a tiny smirk at your rain-soaked form. “You act like you don’t like it,” he whispers before leaning forward to mesh his lips with yours.

You melt into his lazy kiss before grunting, meekly pushing his bare chest away and feeling the metal of his chain. “Jin,” you sigh, feeling a twinge of want when he swoops in again and pushes you flush against the door.

This effectively shuts you up, throwing your need into overdrive as you give in and start tearing your clothes from your limbs.

The gravelly chuckle that slides between your mouths sends heat between your legs. “Looks like I get you to myself for a bit longer.”

You scoff as your damp jacket hits the ground with a plop. “We aren’t exclusive,” you hiss before grabbing his hair and tugging him into another sloppy kiss, chilled skin welcoming the warmth of his.

His wonderful, enticing, tender skin.

You don’t know what or who decided that Jin isn’t one of your SOLmates, but you still feel like you owe them everything.

Because if he was, you would have only crossed paths with him three times max in your life.

And you don’t think you could have lived with that circumstance.

Your hands fly to your pants next, but your focus is cut off by the hot mouth latching onto your throat. “We aren’t,” he agrees after a suck, “But I don’t see anyone else here. Do you?”

Jin uses one hand to unhook your bra while the other slots between your thighs, grinding into your clothed cunt before giving it a firm swat.

Fuck, he knows what you need. After the absolute waste of a morning, you’re ready to do whatever the hell he wants.

But your drenched pants are your worst enemy at the moment. “Help me,” you bite out as you shove him away, frustrated that something so small is the thing that sets you off.

It wasn’t the fact that you were a Hardlock match, nor the fact that your partner ghosted the meeting and you had to awkwardly stand there with his parents only to slink back home through the rain.

No. Just your pants keeping you away from your fuck buddy’s leaking dick.

Jin stumbles back with a laugh before coming back to your aid, his fingers looping into your nemesis and pulling them and your underwear down your legs with ease. “Sweetheart is extra bossy today, isn’t she?”

“Just hurry up,” you grunt, going for another shove and stilling when a hand flashes up to block your arm.

His eyes are lust-blown and determined as he stares you down, grip on your skin and tone just as hard, “Push me again and see what happens, sweetheart.”

“Call me that one more time and see what happens, bitch,” you counter, eyes squeezing shut and stomach fluttering when Jin attacks with his mouth.

Your hands are all over each other as he practically throws you back into the front door. While his are roughly palming your breasts and gripping the back of your wet neck, yours are scratching stress lines into his hair and raking through his shoulders. Desire seeps from your cunt, the entrance hot between your cold thighs.

Everything is almost a replica of last night. Except this time, Jin still has his pants on.

“Take those off,” you breathe out, water droplets falling from your head, “Just fuck me.”

“Let me prep you.”

You moan when he rolls his pelvis into yours, ready to be just as split apart as you were a mere twelve hours ago. Desperate, you shake your head. “Don’t need it,” you lie, “I can take it.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Shit. Okay.”

After Jin loses his sweatpants, he doesn’t even stand back up fully before you’re clutching his cock, sliding your cold fingers along his shaft once before reaching to cup his balls. Hearing his breathy groans causes more slick to build in your center, and you lean forward to swirl a tongue over one of his nipples.

“Fuck, baby.” You feel a hand grip the back of your head before it’s tugged back. “Come here.”

Saliva rims your mouth from your sloppy work, but Jin doesn’t care as he smashes his lips back into yours, tongue on a mission to close your airway. A commanding hand grabs one of your legs to widen your stance, which is the reason for your shock when you’re suddenly spun around.

Years of reflex and combat training save your face from butting the doorframe, but you still grunt, smirking when you feel hands roughly tug your hips.

As Jin’s deep voice slides onto your bare back, your cunt flutters while your mouth widens.

“You can take it, right? Prove it. Sweetheart.”

For the rest of the night, he makes you forget.

Your shit job.

The shit Hardlock.

And whatever other bullshit you have to be prepared for come morning.

CHAPTER I

Just because it happens once, doesn’t mean it can’t happen again.

There have been countless records of people with more than one SOLmate, which spurned humanity to escape and flee into the stars. Voyagers are synonymous with cowards, hermits comparable to corpses in coffins—the inevitable has been proven and yet everyone still runs from the truth.

However, there are people that run towards it. People that forego any armor or suppressor clothes or eyeshields. Those are the ones that suffer the quickest, all because they yearn for that feeling of ignition. The Great Flare. The Eruption. The Inferno.

It’s a high.

But everything ends just the same.

Ashes.

Ashes walk with no purpose, no soul, no life. What were once vibrant, intentional humans are now husks of a being, nothing but dust with wisps of memory.

And when left alone too long?

Their veins protrude and shine like lava; their eyes burn like dying stars. Light shoots from their mouths in a bright beam, angry and orange and devastating, as if a furious sun is fighting for escape. Skin hardens. Splinters. Breaks.

And the only instinct that remains is to ravage everything around them until they are effectively stopped.

// LOGDATE: 3021.02.01, 0600

// LOCATION: HEADQUARTERS, BRIEFING ROOM

// SUBJECT: NEW GUY

“Took you long enough.”

“Fuck off, Min.” You dump your boots on the nearest surface, which so happens to be a glowing console with multiple buttons and levers.

The man situated behind it jolts his arms up at the bang, stuttering out as his helmet reflects the lights in front of him, “Hey, you might—”

“It’s fine,” you snap, getting a snort out of the drowsy man at your back.

“Damn. Did you two not fuck at all or something? Why’re you so pissy?”

Jin is the one that answers for you, voice taut and raspy from the little amount of sleep you both got last night. “Watch it.”

“Cute.”

Both of you groan a less-than-hearty “Shut up” before parting ways, taking your seats around the circular planning station occupying most of the room.

Well, Jin takes residence next to a chuckling cohort and you settle on the other side of the table, holograms of mission details and discovered Ashes that need to be salvaged hovering over its dark surface.

One of them looks like your cousin, but you blink and the illusion is dashed.

The person only looks like her.

It pains you all the same.

Once you realize how many are filing through, you click your tongue. “Fuck, again? I thought this many Ashes was a rare thing…”

Yoongi—the one that unceremoniously greeted you and someone you cannot stand—pipes up immediately, “Apparently not. But at least they’re all around the same area this time.”

“I can see that,” you drawl. “But didn’t this just happen? I’ve never seen this many after we just salvaged a big group.”

Something feels odd about the reports flying in. Normally, a day would consist of checking into Headquarters to pinpoint Ashes, and flying out on hovercrafts or portcasting to whatever planet you needed to for a quick salvage. Once you were done with the jobs, you would either rendezvous with another unit that needed backup or simply go home and hate your life because of how fucked up your job really is.

But right now, observing how many Ashes are pinging off a small planet in the same solar system, you’re wondering if this is going to be another Longnight.

You just came back from one. That’s exactly why you and Jin…

Shifting your helmet to face him, you can already see that he’s looking your way. Fuck, how you want him to whisk you back to your Homepod and make you forget your name and occupation a fourth time. It looks like he wants to do the same.

A voice rumbles across the table as the most quiet salvager decides to offer input, “It’s strange, isn’t it? How we haven’t gotten new recruits for months until now?”

“I dunno, Taehyung.” You tilt your head back to the displays smoothly cycling in front of your shielded eyes. “Could be the reason why we’re getting more recruits. We’re gonna start needing backup if this keeps continuing.”

A helmet lowers as the man folds clothed arms. Seemingly to himself, he mutters, “I feel like they started recruiting before all of this, though.”

“There’s another thing you should know about,” Jimin—the one with the least amount of salvage experience—chimes in, voice strained as if you might not like what he’s about to say.

“Don’t be shy,” you bite. “Out with it.”

“Well… Speaking of recruits, we have a new—”

The obsidian doors of the circular space hum low as they slide open, and every helmet in the room snaps toward the newcomer’s easy strides.

On instinct, you size them up under their salvager suit: masculine body type, strong shoulders but lean lower frame, slight tilt of their head indicating low level of interest or attitude, minor slump in posture. Seems a bit too laid-back for your tastes, but you keep the bulk of your opinions until you’ve seen someone in action anyways.

“New guy,” Jimin finally finishes his statement, his tone changing from timidness to piqued curiosity. “Hello.”

The stranger simply shifts their helmet Jimin’s way without a word.

Mm. You might end up liking them.

Standing from your seat, you approach and stop some distance away. “First day?”

A nod.

“Last name?”

“Jeon.”

Stunned at how soft their voice is, you pause before asking, “How was training, Jeon?”

A shrug.

You huff through your nose in amusement, knowing that the training regimen is a bitch and a half. “Well, the real shit is nothing like it, so take a seat.” You start to stride back to your desk as a few laughs punctuate your statement. Because it’s true. “Especially since this mission might be a bit different.”

You go over the briefing while circling through the holo displays, assigning everyone their pseudonyms and roles and targets. After a quick meeting, you check for understanding. “Group One first. Jin, Tae, Park: review.”

Jin’s the first to speak as he slides fingers across the table, the motion transferring files into his eyeshield. “Callisto. Armory. A-142 and A-211.”

A light voice cuts in right after as Jimin follows suit. “Elara. Retriever. C-002.”

“Europa. Surveyor. B-299,” Taehyung sounds with disinterest, arms still crossed and back still slumped into his chair.

“Good. Group Two.” Since you’re part of this one, you start. “Metis. Armory. A-327 and A-410.”

The newcomer waits for Yoongi to review. When the guy is silent, they fill the gap. “Ganymede. Surveyor. C—”

“Shouldn’t we check this dude’s stats before assigning him?”

All of you shift focus to the lean frame at the back of the room. Miffed about everything that’s happening, you snip, “There’s no time for that, Min. We’re running low on our window as is, and training prepares recruits for all roles.”

“New kid,” Yoongi asks, his words launching straight over your boiling head. “What are you good at?”

Jeon doesn’t respond for a beat, instead swerving his helmet to you for some kind of approval. When you tilt your head as a sign to answer, he stutters out, “I, um. Armory.”

“Huh. Took me two seconds.”

Slamming the planning station, your frustration almost fogs the inside of your head gear, “I don’t have time for your insubordination, Min. Either get this out during planning or save it and shove it up your shitty asshole.”

“Jin, seriously, tap that a little harder next time, yeah?”

A ruckus starts on that side of the table before you get two steps out, with Yoongi’s dark material in Jin’s fiery grip. Jimin tries to separate them while reminding them about the mission, and Taehyung stays burning his gaze into the black glass in front of him.

You already know that the new guy is a bit spooked from the commotion, judging by the stiffness of his shoulders that you caught before joining in the fray. He doesn’t know how common this really is—the snippy attitudes, the pre-mission tension, the pent-up anger. Eventually, he’ll get used to it if he stays.

But fucking hell, it always has to be Yoongi getting you so riled up every time. If the two of you didn’t work so well together, you would have requested his transfer to the Venus or Pluto Units expeditiously.

Frankly, you would send him straight to Mercury if you had that power. They always have problems happening there.

But you’ll settle for a firm grip of his collar for now, shoving Jin aside as you take your place in front of your verbal sparring partner. “Don’t fuck with me today, Min.”

“I’ll settle for fucking you never, thanks.”

“What’s with you? Nervous? Is our little kitty boy scared of the rain?”

You can’t see his face, but you know that statement received an eyeroll, which you’re happy about. Releasing him with a shove, you make your way to the doors, not looking at any of the hovercraft pilots at their consoles or the new kid still glued to his seat. “Jeon, take Armory. We’ll switch roles but keep our same targets. I’ll figure something out before we portcast and fly out.”

“Okay.”

“And Yoongi?”

The figure across the planning station straightens, as do Jin and Jimin beside him.

Childishly, you gloat,

“Never is right. You couldn’t get this pussy even if you begged.”

// LOGDATE: 3021.02.01, 0800

// LOCATION: PLANET VALGA, HOVERCRAFT STATION

// SUBJECT: ANOTHER LONGNIGHT

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2023.001.0019: Jamais Vu

When Jin got up this morning, the first thing he noticed was the way your bedroom door stood ajar, the sun spilling straight into the hallway, pooling on the carpet where Karma, the cat, is lounging.

“I could’ve stepped on you, you know,” Jin mumbles, stepping around the cat who only gazes lazily back at him.

Jin sticks his head into your room, peeking only to check if you’re still sleeping. The sight that greets him makes his eyebrows jump up and almost disappear into his hairline. He retreats back and glances back down at Karma as if the cat has some sort of explanation. He turns back around, tentatively pushes the door wider, and steps in, quietly padding across the room to your desk. He pulls out the chair and sits down, looking at the three entangled bodies sleeping in your bed, albeit over the blanket.

Sitting back in the chair, Jin watches the slow rise and fall of the three chests; you all curl up in between Yoongi and Hoseok, one hand loosely in Hoseok’s hold, head turned towards Yoongi who has one arm lightly over your waist. Jin smirks softly to himself, thinking about how numb Hoseok’s arm would be with your head on it, or how Yoongi will complain about his back since he’s sleeping in a slightly twisted position.

Jin can’t help the smile on his face. It doesn’t surprise him that it’ll be Hoseok and Yoongi first; he kind of expected it, even. This was how it happened that first time and if it follows the same patterns, then Jin thinks he’ll feel less insecure. Despite this, he also can’t quite get rid of that tiny voice in the back of his mind to keep vigilant, to wait for the other shoe to drop because it always does. He wants to keep positive but centuries of hurt and pain doesn’t get fixed just because he feels confident in this cycle. That confidence could be the fall of him.

So Jin resorts to not saying anything to anybody. He’ll keep both his suspicions and hope to himself if it minimises the damage, but for now, he’ll sit back and enjoy the view. He’s curious about what had happened last night for the two to end up here but he’s more focused on the way your eyelids flutter as you dream. He scoots the chair silently closer to the bed. Watching you sleep could be a hobby of his by how much fascination he has right now, wondering about if you’re dreaming of good things.

Yoongi stirs and his eyes slowly blink open. He takes a moment to place himself, looking around the room but more at you in between him and Hoseok. Jin watches as Yoongi places a soft whisper of a kiss on your forehead before proceeding to untangle himself, stopping short when he finally turns around and sees Jin sitting there staring at him.

Jin stretches his philtrum, pressing his lips together, trying to stifle the laugh bubbling out of him. He presses the crook of his elbow to his mouth, leaning sideways as his shoulders shake. Yoongi tries to maintain the annoyed look but the shy smile creeping up on his lips is harder to conceal. He gets up off the bed, lightly pushes at Jin’s chair so he swivels around the opposite direction and leaves the room.

Recovered from his silent cackling, Jin finally stands up and leaves, too, before you or Hoseok wakes up, heading to join Jimin and Taehyung as he hears them go down for breakfast. He’ll let the others know to leave something at breakfast for the two.

Before he walked out the door, Jin made sure to pull the curtains tighter, eliminating the slit of sunshine that was previously on your back.

~~~

It’s warm. Warm and soft.

I open my eyes and the first thing I see is another pair of eyes staring straight back at me. Instantly, I could recognise them as Hoseok, warm and so full of…

I sit up, pushing up on my hand and looking around groggily. The first thing that pops out of my mouth is, “Where’s Yoongi?”

~~~

Hoseok can’t help the smile slowly forming on his lips at the confused look on your face, eyes wide, mouth upturned in a slight pout, hair messy from sleep.

“Downstairs, probably,” he replies softly, smoothing your hair with one hand. “Do you want me to call for him?”

You shake your head but still look at him in an odd way. Hoseok waits patiently for you to say what’s on your mind, unaware that he’s still holding on to your hands, tracing back and forth with his thumb over yours. When a minute passes by and you still haven’t said anything, Hoseok decides to speak first.

~~~

“You had a panic attack last night.”

I look at Hoseok, processing his words, trying to remember back to last night. At first, nothing comes to mind, the memories murky and black, indistinguishable. All I can recall is sitting on the side of the bed, gasping for air until a shadow fell over me and held me close.

Yoongi’s eyes.

Yoongi’s voice.

You can have us both.

~~~

Hoseok watches you jump as if something had suddenly stung you. You’re blinking rapidly, clearly panicking over something he can’t quite see nor understand.

He grabs ahold of your hand more firmly, squeezing it gently to get your attention. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay,” he soothes, sitting up as well to better get on your eye-level. “Shh, you’re okay.”

He catches your cheeks in both palms, making you look at him and to his surprise, you lean into his touch, eyes closed. Your breathing evens out and you visibly relaxed, shoulders sagging. Without opening your eyes, you whisper out something so breathy Hoseok didn’t catch it the first time. He leans in and asks you to repeat yourself. This time, you blink your eyes open and repeat, “Is it true?”

Hoseok tilts his head, uncomprehending.

Hoseok watches you take a deep breath and for a split second he thinks he knows what you wanted to say before the words even left your lips.

~~~

“I can have you both.”

The sentence comes out as more of a statement than a question and we both sit there in complete silence; me regretting the words immediately and him, staring at me like I’d just grown a second head. I can’t backtrack now and even if I could, what do I even say? I sounded crazy because what does that even mean, if I can have them both?

Hoseok is giving me a stern look now. He readjust his position and move his hands from my face and my stomach drops. But he takes my hands instead and instantly, the butterflies start up again.

Hoseok squares his shoulders and takes a breath. He exhales. “I’m going to ask you some questions. I’m going to be direct about them and you can be honest with me. If you think they are absurd, you can tell me. I just want you to be honest. Okay?”

I lick my lips and nod.

Hoseok nods, too. “Okay. My first question is,” he pauses, visibly hesitating before plunging in, “how do you feel right now, in this moment?”

I take my time to think about it before answering, as honestly as I can, “Safe. I feel…” I look down at my hands in his, “safe.”

Hoseok squeezes my hands, whether it was voluntary or not, I’m not sure. “Safe, okay.” He sounds almost disappointed when he asks, “Only safe?”

I purse my lips, holding back on the actual word, worried that if I do say it, Hoseok will never look at me the same way he’s looking now. But the word bubbled up from the depth of my heart and spilled out in a squeak before I could stop myself anymore: “Loved.”

I was right; Hoseok does change the way he looked at me, but in the complete opposite of what I had thought. His eyes glistened, he smiled from ear to ear, his lips quiver ever so slightly. He chuckles wetly, shoving his face into his arm to wipe at his eyes. “Okay, next question.”

~~~

“How do you feel when you’re with us?”

Hoseok remains vigilant of your body language, keeping an eye on your eyes, on your face, and the way your fingers are wrapped around his. He pays attention to any subtle changes because the second question may feel a little too soon. Maybe he should rephrase it, ask about Yoongi instead but the question is already out and he can’t take it back.

“The same,” you answer quietly. “It’s odd and makes no sense but…I told this to Jin before. That it didn’t make sense to feel so at ease with seven men who are supposed to be strangers. But I do. It’s weird, isn’t it?”

Something catches Hoseok’s attention at the bedroom door and he looks up.

~~~

Hoseok looks up over my head at something and I turn around to find Yoongi standing in the doorway. He has a tray of food in his hands.

He must have seen the look on my face because he comes right in, places the tray on the desk and sits on the edge of the bed. There’s genuine worry on his face as he leans over and places the back of his hand against my forehead.

I let out a giggle.

~~~

Hoseok watches you giggle as Yoongi takes your temperature with the back of his hand. You do look red in the face and with the wetness in your eyes, it’s easy to see it as you coming down with something.

“I’m fine,” you tell him, your voice soft.

Yoongi glances over at Hoseok, a flitting question exchanging between them in that one look and Yoongi situates himself more firmly on the bed. “Darling, you had a panic attack last night,” he says carefully, “Do you remember what triggered it?”

Hoseok thought that the question was a risky one, something that could make you shut down again when he had already managed to get a half-confession from you. But he held his tongue because the fact that he himself didn’t think to ask first felt like he had put his wants above your needs and there has never been anything more further from the truth.

Yoongi returns your gaze, eyes never wavering from the intense look you’re giving him which only peaks his curiosity. What had thrown you so off the edge last night for him to find you almost catatonic, barely breathing right? If he knows what it is, maybe he can help alleviate it. He’s done it countless times before, fighting your demons for you because that’s what he’s good at.

“You,” you simply say.

Yoongi arches his eyebrows. “Me?”

You only nod your head in affirmation.

Well, now Yoongi has to think about how to fight himself.

~~~

At the pained look on Yoongi’s face, I hurry to add an explanation.

“I had a dream,” I start, hesitant because I don’t know how to explain the dream to make it make sense. “About you. And me.”

“I see. Did something bad happen in the dream?” Yoongi asks.

I bite on my lower lip. “No, nothing bad. But…”

“But what, honey?”

My heart does a little flutter at the pet name. I feel a little more confident now to continue. “But it just didn’t feel like a dream. It felt…real.”

“Real how?”

It’s Hoseok this time and I turn my head around to look at him. “It’s hard to explain. It felt like…like I was there, physically, in the dream. I could feel Yoongi’s hands on me. I could feel…” I hesitate, hearing how crazy the words sound. “I could even feel his breath on me, the emotions I was feeling in the moment. It was almost like a-”

~~~

“Memory,” Yoongi and Hoseok finish for you, simultaneously.

You stare at Hoseok, confused, before starting to chuckle. “How can it be a memory when it hasn’t ever happened yet? Or did I get amnesia or something and we’ve actually known each other longer than I thought? Did I forget you?”

You laugh harder, shaking your head. “That’s a soap opera, guys. It was weird but this is not a telenovela.” But you’re staring off out the window, your forehead creasing.

Hoseok’s heart, once again, dropped to the bottom of his feet. One step forward, two steps back; and he really thought you were making progress. He guesses he had been too impatient, too greedy. He looks briefly at Yoongi who easily takes charge.

“And that triggered you into a panic attack?” he asks gently.

You shrug your shoulders. “I guess. That’s all I remember, honestly. Before you came.”

Yoongi nods solemnly as if he understands it all and Hoseok gives up on the rest of the questions he has for you. You’re not ready and he wouldn’t push you.

There’s a moment of silence and Hoseok is sure the conversation is finished. He’s actually getting hungry and maybe you both need food and he’ll revisit the topic another time.

“You said I can have you both,” you suddenly whisper. “You said I didn’t have to choose between you and Hoseok, that you were madly in love with me and so was Hoseok. That I was madly in love with you, too.” You turn to look back at Hoseok, eyes wide and scared. “Madly in love with the both of you.”

You turn back to Yoongi. “It’s crazy because it felt so real.” You pause, frowning at a spot on the bed sheet. “So real. Like a memory. Who has that kind of dream?”

Yoongi takes a deep breath and scoots closer on the bed. “Have you been feeling a lot like that lately?”

You nod. “That night with Jungkook was the strongest. The night he last told me the story.” You turn to Hoseok. “I asked him to, to distract me. I was feeling so overwhelmed.”

A tinge of guilt flicks at Hoseok’s heart. He had been so angry at Jungkook that night but the lad had broken down at the end of the night, convinced that something was happening with you and happening too fast. Now, he regrets not listening to the youngest because as much as they’re scared of scaring you away, they can’t stop the natural phenomenon of you figuring things out yourself, no matter the pace. The only thing Hoseok hopes to do is soften the blow but he’s starting to realise that softening the blow could mean that they’d have to come clean first.

“Hoseok,” you call.

~~~

Hoseok lifts his head, the scowl still on his face.

“Hoseok,” I say, “why is it so bad for Jungkook to tell me that story? Why do you always get so angry at him when he does?”

“I don’t get angry at him,” says Hoseok, defensively. At the withering look I give him, he concedes, sighing. “I’m not angry. I don’t get angry at him, I just…It’s just that the story is…Well, the story is just difficult. Complicated.”

I frown. “You think I can’t handle a story?”

Yoongi taps my knee to get my attention. “Do you like that story that much? Jungkook has tons of other stories he can tell you. Just ask him.”

Irritated, I snap back. “I don’t want other stories. Seriously, what’s wrong with that one? Why are you so-”

Something hit me then, a realisation that halts my speech, dawning on me like a bucket of ice someone dumped over my head. I freeze, my mind focused on that idea and that idea alone. I look back at Hoseok. “The story’s real, isn’t it? It’s not just a story, is it?”

Yoongi and Hoseok exchange looks and that’s as close to an affirmation as I can get. “Whose story is it?” I look from Hoseok to Yoongi then back again. “Tell me.” My voice grows harder, louder.

“Maybe now’s not the time to get into it,” Hoseok starts to say but I shake my head and pull my hands out of his constant hold.

“No. Tell me, please. Whose story is it?” I repeat, backing away on the mattress.

Hoseok only looks at me pleadingly. “I will but-”

“No buts!” I lash out. “Please, just tell me what is going on. What are you hiding from me?”

~~~

There it is, the unravelling. You’ve finally seen the thread of lies and are now pulling at it, slowly.

Hoseok tries again. “We’re not hiding anything from you. You’ll find out in time. I-” He’s reaching out to you, wanting to hold your hand again but you’re moving away. He’s desperate now.

“What is it you don’t want me to know?” you push, struggling to climb down from the bed. “What is it about the story you’re trying to keep from me?”

Hoseok opens his mouth but the words are lost on him. He doesn’t actually know what to say, fumbling to find the best way to calm you down. You’re standing now at the edge of the bed, just a few feet away from him yet it feels like you might as well be on the other side of the planet. You’re too far away. He just wants you back in his arms. Just moments ago he managed to make you acknowledge your true feelings for them, for him, and yet here you are now, distrustful, irritated, and looking at him accusatorily.

“We’re not keeping anything from you.” Yoongi’s voice reaches Hoseok’s ears, much more stable and stronger than his own. “There are things you just need time to learn for yourself. We’re just trying to protect you.”

“Protect me from what?”

~~~

Yoongi’s jaw ticks but he doesn’t answer me.

“Protect me from what?” I repeat through gritted teeth.

It’s honestly getting so annoying. The way they’re treating me is as if I’m a child that needs to be shielded from the world. Do they think so little of me? Have they been taking me for a fool all this time, tiptoeing around me like I’m some kind of fragile glass? I can handle the truth. I’ve dealt with worse. I wanted to scream these things to them but a part of me just can’t get that angry at them.

There’s a voice deep inside telling me to just listen, to just trust but how do I do that now when it’s clear they haven’t been fully transparent either. Trust has to work both ways.

“Y/n.”

I whip my head around towards the bedroom door and see Jungkook standing there, a dark look on his face. I’ve never seen him so serious before and the look in his eyes demands that I listen. He’s younger than me, has always felt more like a younger brother to me, too, but right now, he commands such a strong aura I forget all about the tiny details. When did he become so big and tall?

“I will finish the story by the end of this week. Sunday night, when the moon is full.” The playful Jungkook isn’t there right now. He has a very deep, solemn voice, eyes never leaving mine. I can see the broiling emotions in them, such intensity it feels like I’m growing smaller in his gaze, towering over me with such authority. “We will answer all the questions that you have after that. Any and all questions, we will explain it all. But,” he pauses, flicking his gaze over to Hoseok and Yoongi.

“But?” I ask hesitantly, my voice coming out dry.

Jungkook looks back at me. “But,” he says, stepping closer, “on one condition.”

I don’t prod, waiting because I know he will say it.

“You have to spend the days leading up to Sunday with us,” he finishes.

I let out a wry chuckle, rolling my eyes. “I already am. We live together.”

Jungkook shakes his head. “No, not like that.”

He takes another step closer and then another until he’s standing right in front of me, until I have to tilt my head to look up at him. With one finger, he traces the side of my face and along my jaw; my skin tingling with electricity, my heart thumping. “You have to be open to every feeling, every emotion, everything your heart tells you. You have to be open to that little voice in your head. You have to be open to us.”

I swallow tightly. “Meaning?”

Jungkook drops his hand. “You’ll understand it soon enough.”

I search his eyes, looking for any hint that he was just messing with me, that he’s going to step back and laugh and tease about the look on my face. But he doesn’t. And deep down, I already know this. Deep down, I know what he’s telling me, know what he meant exactly but I just can’t bring myself to admit it. It. Just. Doesn’t. Make. Sense.

“It won’t make sense now,” I hear Hoseok say from behind me and I turn around so fast to face him, surprised that he had read my mind. “But it will later. I promise.”

Yoongi gets off the bed, standing there and rubbing the back of his neck. “Just trust us.”

“Trust us,” Jungkook echoes more firmly.

I look from Jungkook to Yoongi and to Hoseok still on the bed.

Chalk it up to Jungkook sounding convincing, or that I just wanted them out of the room, or that I do actually have a soft spot for them. Chalk it up to me just withering under Jungkook’s gaze, or that I just want the conversation to end, or that I actually do believe them. I’ll tell myself that I just didn’t want to argue, or that I just want to leave the room, or that, in fact, that little voice Jungkook mentioned was actually telling me that trusting them will be the first step, the first jigsaw piece to fall in place and the rest will follow.

Chalk it up to just, for a brief second, I want for it all to be as easy as Jungkook said it could be, so I nod my head slowly. “Okay,” I breathe out. “But.”

Jungkook’s eyebrow lifts, waiting.

“But you have to trust me, too,” I say, my voice coming out softer, lighter than usual. “You have to trust that I can handle whatever it is you think I can’t.”

Jungkook looks up at Hoseok who flits his worried gaze to Yoongi. The three of them nod.

---

“The real thing is finally beginning.”

The figure in the white robe moves around the basin as if the view of whatever it’s looking at would change with the angle. It doesn’t. The second figure tilts its head.

“Something feels oddly familiar, no?”

A Cheshire grin spreads over the first figure’s face.

---

The next day, early in the morning, I wake up before everyone else. The house is quiet; no sound, no movement, no smell of breakfast when the sun is barely up.

I get dressed and softly padded downstairs and out of the house through the back door. The sky is alight but the sun still hasn’t fully risen over the trees; the kind of mornings when it’s just silent and misty, morning dews still sticking to the grass and leaves, transferring to my jeans as I walk down to the stream.

I don’t know why I came here. I just needed to get out of the house, out of the four walls that feels more like an enclosure rather than the place I was excited to come live in just a few months ago, back when everything feels like a fresh start. I twist around to look back at the house, noting that all of the windows on the second floor, minus my own, have the curtains drawn shut. Good. That’ll just give me a few moments to myself, to sort out my own thoughts.

I sit on the rock I usually perch on and pull up my legs to hug my knees. The sound of the water trickling down the stream is calming and every breath of the crisp morning air is refreshing. I take in a deep breath. I’m not a morning person but I absolutely love mornings like this, when everything is still slumbering away, when even the birds haven’t woken up yet.

I think about the conversation I had with Jungkook, Yoongi and Hoseok yesterday, about the promise Jungkook made and the condition that came with it. It’s a simple request, nothing extraordinary, yet I couldn’t shake the looming dread that seems to sit heavily in the hollow of my chest. It’s like that feeling of going to the beach on a fine day and having this notion that a storm might just roll in out of the blue even when the sky is perfectly clear. It’s unlikely because the weather reports say it’s a fine day, the day itself is perfect, not a cloud in sight and yet, deep down, you just know it’s going to take a turn for the worst.

Why, I don’t know and that’s the aspect I’ve been trying to deal with. Why is it that after the story is finished, I would feel like the world would just end? It’s just a story, a story that I had, before yesterday, been dying to hear the end of. A story that gave me a sense of calmness and familiarity but there was nothing that connected me to it. Hoseok said the story is complicated but I’ve yet to hear anything that puts it as anything but a typical love story, albeit the polyamorous aspect of it, assuming from the title itself. Not to forget that it’s actually a real story, real encounters.

And Yoongi mentioned about protecting me. It sounded ominous, like something about the story will hurt me, destroy me. Like the story will reveal a truth that will absolutely flip my world upside down. I scoff at that last thought. My world has been flipped upside down, multiple times over. Whatever he thinks might be destroyed after has already been wrecked. You can’t make worse of a broken mirror.

I press my forehead against my knees. Jungkook’s condition is simple; to spend the days leading up to the storytime as openly as I can with them. I tell him I don’t know what it means but at the bottom of my heart, I know exactly what he meant. Had he known, too, all this time? Had they all? When they call me by the pet names and I don’t oppose, did they know? When they hold my hand and I never pull away, did they know? In every smile, every laugh, every word exchange between us, had they always known that I was and am-

No, I’m not. I can’t be. I’m just comfortable with them, enjoy their presence. They are sweet and kind, warm and caring. Nothing like the people I left behind.

A rustling in the grass brings up my head from my knees, turning around but not seeing anybody approaching. It’s not when I look down to see the double tails of Karma languidly swishing from side to side that my heart slows down.

“Seriously,” I chastise him, “you should really be louder.” I pat the spot next to me and he jumps up. I stroke his head a few times, making sure to scratch him behind the ears, his favourite spots. “How do you always manage to find me?”

Karma looks up at me, eyes imploring something I wish I could understand. The sky is looking more golden now as the sun slowly rises and the birds all around are starting to chirp, softly as if they had just woken up. Karma purrs, attention stolen by a sudden chirp from a nearby tree, eyes focused on something in the leaves. He jumps down and stalks off in the direction.

“Leave the bird alone, Karma!” I called after him but he had disappeared in the grass. I roll my eyes. Petulant child.

My eyes are drawn back to the house, looking up at the row of windows on the second floor. All of them are just as they were earlier, except for one; Namjoon stands in front of his window looking down in my direction. Our eyes meet (or it feels like they did at this distance) and he raises a hand in a wave. He then disappears back into his room and I have a strong feeling I’d see him coming down the yard soon.

Sure enough, not five minutes later, Namjoon is jogging down towards me, still in what he wore to bed, hands shoved deep into the pocket of his grey sweatpants. His dark hair is tousled and I chuckle to myself at the thought that he didn’t even bother to brush out his hair first.

“Good morning,” he croaks out in that morning voice, deep and gravelly.

“Morning,” I greet back. “You’re up early.”

He nods, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He squats down next to the stream and dips his hand into the water. “Fuck, it’s cold,” he hisses and I laugh. He does again, this time cupping water to wash his face.

“You could’ve done that upstairs in the bathroom,” I laugh.

“Forgot,” he grunts back, finishing and coming back over to me. He doesn’t even wait for me to move before plopping down next to me and sighing heavily. He stares off into the distance.

“Why are you here?” I ask, genuinely curious since it’s taking him such great effort to wake up. I have this strong urge to run my hand through his hair, gently combing it out. I grip my own arms tighter.

“‘Cause you’re here.”

I give him an incredulous look but he’s looking at a spot in the stream, eyes unfocused. “That doesn’t matter. You didn’t have to come.”

He shakes his head. “I wanted to.”

“It’s early, Joonie. You can go back to bed.”

He finally looks at me. “Only if you come with me.”

I stare at him.

He stares back before his brain finally reboots properly and backpedals, “As in back to your room. Not- you don’t look like you had much sleep, either.”

Still smirking, I heave a sigh. “Yeah, I didn’t.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, not really.”

We remain in silence for the rest of the time, listening to the babbling of the stream and the birds finally getting noisy around us. We remain unspeaking even when we see Karma climb down from a tree, licking his lips and struts back to the house. We remain quiet even when our backs are finally warm from the sun and Mrs Oliviera has to holler from the back door to announce breakfast is ready.

Is this what Jungkook meant to be open? If it is, then I guess it’s not so bad after all, I think, as my head rests against Namjoon’s strong shoulder, something that naturally happens somehow in between the silent hours that passed.

***

I stare at the piece of paper Jungkook handed to me.

“What is this?”

“It’s a schedule,” he answers, pointing to the title in big, bold letters on the top. “See?”

I frown, holding out the paper to him. “It’s just days and your names on it. What kind of schedule is that?”

Taehyung laughs, coming over to see. “I got the first day! Monday!”

“Yes,” says Jungkook, replying to you. “I told you, you’ll have to spend the days with us leading up to Sunday when I tell you the full story of the Eight Lovers. The schedule is to give us equal time with you.”

I roll my eyes. “Seriously? Why can’t it just be more natural? This is so weird.” I wave the paper over my head before Jin plucks it out of my hand.

Chuckling, Jin passes the schedule back to Jungkook. “I have to agree, kid. It’ll feel forced.”

Jungkook exaggerated a pout. “Fine. I put a lot of effort into it though.” He takes the paper and carefully folds it into a small square, stuffing it into his pocket. He sits down but his bottom lip still juts out.

I pat him on the knee. “Nice handwriting though, Kookie. But no schedule, thanks.” I look around the room, suddenly feeling awkward. “So, um, what do you suggest we do first?”

“As a team or as a couple?” Taehyung asks nonchalantly.

~~~

Jin watches your eyes widen at the question and he wants to tease you so bad for it but Jimin beats him to the punch.

“I want it as a couple,” Jimin says cheekily, leaning into your face as he grabs a handful of nuts in the bowl next to you before moving away. You blush, looking away to hide it from Jimin but Jin sees it clear as day. He catches your eye and smiles knowingly, laughing at the defeated pout on your lips.

To be honest, Jin’s stomach is unsettled right from the moment he was told of the week’s plan. It’s not that he’s not happy about it, he is, very much so. But this nagging feeling is worming through his nervous system and he just can’t shake it off. The picture of a thunderstorm cloud in the distance is stuck in his head and no matter how much he tries to tell himself it’ll be okay, the more dread fills his heart.

“Let’s just do what we always do,” Namjoon says from the corner of the room where he’s sitting with a book. “Just don’t think about any of this.”

You grimace. “The more you tell me not to, the more I will.”

Yoongi enters the room with two mugs of steaming tea. He casually passes over one to you and he takes a seat across from you. He blows over his mug, eyes on you, watching the way you nervously chew on your lips and wondering if you even notice what you’re doing as you fidget with a loose thread of the sofa, your legs under you. It takes him back to a time when he would have been sitting next to you instead, one arm around your shoulders.

Yoongi remembers that time well, back when the wonders of medicine hadn’t really reached their part of the world yet. The winter cold had seeped into the room through a crack in the window he had been meaning to fix for a long time now, your legs huddled under you for warmth. He had pulled you close against his front, sharing body warmth as Jimin had gone upstairs to retrieve a blanket.

You had been chewing on your lip as you are doing now, your hair covering your face as you looked down. Yoongi had squeezed your shoulder, earning a turn of your head and a weak smile. He kissed your temple, his other hand wrapping around your extended belly.

That time, centuries ago, he had assured you that everything will be okay, pretending that his heart wasn’t weighing heavily on his stomach, just like right now as he watches you across from him. Your eyes meet his and he smiles reassuringly as he always does, hoping that you get his message, telling you it’ll all be alright, something he hopes wouldn’t count as a lie. But that memory in time hadn’t ended so well and he dreads that it would be the same this time, too.

The seven of them watch you take a deep breath, sitting up straight and looking around the room. You exhale slowly and with that, a slow smile carves on your face. There’s a sort of acceptance in your eyes, a clarity none of them has seen before. You nod your head a little and Namjoon wonders what you are telling yourself.

And just like that, without a word, you just naturally inserted yourself into Jimin and Jungkook’s conversation, sliding down onto the floor to get on the same level with the boys, bumping knees with Jimin but not minding that they’re touching.

For a moment, Hoseok feels slightly at ease, relaxing in his seat, ignoring the banter between Jimin and Jungkook, focusing on you, on how you laugh and the way your eyes squeezed shut. For now, he’ll pretend he didn’t see the look on Jin’s and Yoongi’s faces, that he didn’t notice the flicker of fear in their eyes nor the foreboding feeling creeping up his back.

For now, he’ll just be happy and entertain the idea that they are on the road to normal, if normal even applies. All he knows is that he won’t have to hold back any longer, that he doesn’t have to hide how much it hurts not having you in close proximity. You’re here, with them, and that’s all that matters.

a/n: Wow, I haven't updated in so long. I...seriously have no excuse except that I haven't had the same amount of time to write as I use to. When I do have free time, I just want to rest without doing anything T_T please I need motivation to write T_T i have a kookie one halfway written when Seven came out and now Layover is here i just- drfrfncsdjcbegb *slaps self*

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