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lavendersoft · 4 years

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Until I met you.

-Street fighter!Jimin x Reader

1/?

Synopsis: While on a date for their 2nd anniversary, Jimin loses Yoongi while being attacked in an alleyway by a robber. Yoongi sacrificed himself for his lover and Jimin could never forgive himself for not being able to do the same. The survivor’s guilt ate away at him over the months and it definitely didn’t help that he saw Yoongi’s face everywhere. In mirrors, dreams, large crowds, on trains, and even when he closed his eyes. Although, Jimin found a way to cope. He began a rigorous training schedule. Boxing, self-defense classes, Tae Kwon Do, he even started street fighting and got caught up with bad people. Anything and everything. His hands would bleed, his muscles would ache, his bones would break. Jimin was offered multiple full scholarships to prestigious martial arts schools for his talent, all of which Jimin turned down. He didn’t want to make a career out of this, he just didn’t want to be haunted by his dead fiancé. The only time Yoongi won’t haunt every moment of Jimin’s life was when he’s training, as if Yoongi is saying “I won’t rest, nor will I let you rest, until you’re stronger.” Jimin will never lose anyone that he loves again.

Everything felt like a downward spiral,

until he met you.

Warnings: (There’s a lot- and it’s kinda dark, be warned) PTSD, implied schizophrenia (sorta? take that with a grain of salt), PTSD induced delusions/hallucinations, depression, paranoia, night terrors, character death, major angst, unhealthy coping mechanisms, masochism(?), alcoholism, minor gore, mention of drug abuse, mention of blood, mention of asylums, profanity, Jimin goes through one hell of a mental breakdown.

Author’s notes: super slow burn :/ basically, in which jimin copes with the traumatic incident of his fiancé’s brutal murder by street fighting. this story isn’t yandere but has dark themes.

The air was lifted right out of Jimin’s lungs. Tears were flowing freely, his hands were stained red, he couldn’t even see the golden engagement ring through the thick blood. He couldn’t hear anything over the sound of his own sobs and heartbreak.

“Please... please stay awake. They’re coming, okay? Help’s coming. Just look at me. Look at me, please.”

He’d remembered somewhere that you were supposed to put pressure on wounds this big to stop the bleeding. If only his hands could stop shaking.

Yoongi had stopped responding about two minutes prior to this but Jimin refused to accept his fate. His last words replaying in Jimin’s mind like a mantra.

“Survive. Please, live. I love you.”

Two wallets.

Two fucking wallets with about 150,000 won split between them.

That’s how much his fiancé was murdered for.

Jimin jerks awake in a cold sweat. His bruised fist clamped around his bedsheets, heart rate much higher than it should be. He rises out of the creaking bed to stretch his overly tense muscles.

He can still feel the weight of his deceased boyfriend’s limp body in his arms.

Every day starts like this.

Every morning he’s pulled from the same reoccurring nightmare, then he starts his cold shower.

He can’t even take warm showers anymore, remembering how hot Yoongi insisted on keeping the water temperature when they showered together.

It’s been nine months.

Nine months, two weeks and four days since he lost the love of his life forever.

He hasn’t even taken off the engagement ring. It’s as if it’s glued to his finger now, his hand feels empty without it.

Jimin avoids looking in the mirror at all costs. In fact, he’s gotten rid of most of them in his home. The ones he couldn’t get rid of, he smashed with his bare hands in a fit of rage. The scars on his hands are proof.

How could he look at himself knowing how weak he was?

He scoffs.

Back then... how could I bare to tolerate myself back then? I was so flimsy and weak. Could barely open a fucking jar by myself. Absolutely pathetic.

Jimin’s heart has gotten callous. He is easily provoked and irrational. The takes unnecessary risks and is impulsive.

His therapist said it was “self-sabotage” or something.

Just two weeks ago, Jimin bleached his hair a striking blond, almost white- which burned most of his scalp- just because. And before that, on the nine-month anniversary of his lover’s passing, he went to get a tattoo on a whim. Just because he felt like it. He drinks alcohol for breakfast and has recently taken up smoking. The smell of cigarettes remind him of Yoongi, who also used to smoke.

Jimin liked pain. It was invigorating. He likes feeling things. Feeling has become a rarity, a privilege, a novelty.

Although irritable and easily angered, Jimin is not an unkind person. He gives to charity and volunteers at animal shelters. These things have also made him feel again, because he can feel Yoongi there, the real Yoongi. Yoongi was a huge advocate for human kindness. He used to say it was never justifiable to be a hateful person for no reason at all.

Jimin clings to this principal.

But it’s hard. It’s so hard to act happy when he’s so broken inside. He almost wishes he could just-

“Don’t you dare use me as an excuse to be a miserable person.” Yoongi’s voice rings out from behind him. Jimin screws his eyes shut and covers his ears.

“Go away.”

This person- this being- wasn’t Yoongi, that much he knew. If anything, it was a demon. A poltergeist that feeds off Jimin’s suffering. Yoongi would never do that.

This is why everyone around Jimin thinks he’s the sweetest, loveliest, most endearing man they’ve ever met. If only they knew about the unyielding hellfire that burns his very core.

“Good morning, Mrs. Jeon!” Jimin’s sweet voice cuts through the morning air.

He was on his way to his best friend Jungkook’s house to meet before Tae Kwon Do training. The Jeon family owns a martial arts studio and they’ve been training together for months now.

“Oh, good morning Jimin! How are you today?” The nice woman is always so cheerful, Jimin respects that.

“I’m wonderful, thank you. Have you heard from Jungkook? He’s supposed to meet me here.” Jimin hurry’s to catch up with the woman in front of him and takes her groceries off of her arms to carry.

“Yes, actually. He was running a tad late this morning since his class ended late. He should be here soon. Would you mind bringing those up for me?” She gestured to the apartment right above the studio, where the family lives.

“Not at all.”

When Jungkook finally arrives, he brings with him thirty-two excuses as to why he was late.

“I lost my phone.”

“My car ran out of gas.”

“My girlfriend broke up with me.”

Jimin chuckles as he suits up his training gear.

“Dude, if all of those things are true, you really need to get your life together.”

“You’re one to talk.”

Jimin’s heart stops when the cold, low growl sounds from behind him again.

“You’re far from qualified to be giving life advice.”

Jimin hides his frown when the oblivious Jungkook punches him on the shoulder playfully.

“Haha! Shut up, dude! Let’s go.” He chides, padding off to the ring.

Jimin’s falters a bit behind, throwing a quick but cautious glance at the bloody image of Yoongi that glares back at him.

“Pathetic.”

“Seriously, dude! You’re way too talented at this to not make some money off of it.”

Jungkook’s been trying to get Jimin to take the scholarship he was offered by a scout that visited their studio not too long ago.

“I don’t know, man. This was just supposed to be a hobby remember?”

Jimin knew better. This was much more than a hobby. It was his anchor. It was his stress reliever. It was keeping him sane.

“Come on. We both know better than that. I see the way your face changes to stone when you fight. You have something. Something real. You could make it in the business!”

“You sound like a mafia boss.”

Jimin smiles as he eats the last of his ramen.

“Ya. I’m serious. If not a professional fighter then at least a coach. I mean, I’m doing it because I wanna be a cop but,” Jungkook sips from his energy drink. “Do you really just want to be a dancer?”

Jimin sighs. Yes. That was his dream before everything happened. He still clings to the idea. Before nine months ago, the idea had seemed just within reach. He’d applied for so many dance and art schools, even getting into a couple.

But after everything, he’d given up. He stopped dancing. He hates music. Even if he tried, his skills wouldn’t be anywhere near the place they were.

He’d totally abandoned his dream.

“Yes. I do.” He lies.

Jungkook shrugs, “Well, if anything, it’s made you a better fighter. Your moves are so fluid, it’s amazing.”

“Careful, you’re getting a crush.” Jimin jabs at him with a chopstick.

“Ugh. Please,” the younger rolls his eyes, “like I could ever. Plus, my girlfriend probably wouldn’t like that very much.”

“Oh? I thought you two ‘broke up’, no?”

“Nah. I love her too much.” Jimin finds it cute that Jungkook actually loves his girlfriend. Before, he was a player, only using girls for sex or free food.

“Don’t use girls like toys, Jungkook.” Yoongi would always keep Jungkook in place when he broke another heart.

“Well, this ones on you. Since you lost. Again.” Jimin’s giggle makes Jungkook pout.

“One of these days, I’m gonna beat you, Park Jimin.” Jungkook pouts.

“One of these days.” Jimin reiterates.

Jimin says goodbye to his friend and pushes through the restaurant door. He misses the worried look Jungkook gives him when he turns his back.

The raindrops hit the top of the hood of Jimin’s jacket as he walks down the busy street. He hates being too alone these days. Jungkook really helps keep Jimin grounded, he’s one of the only people that don’t totally annoy him now. He reminds Jimin of all the times Yoongi, Jungkook, Tae, Namjoon, Jin, Hoseok, and himself would hang out as teens and young adults. Just fooling around without any worry. No cares or responsibilities, young love, parties. That was their lives.

Until nine months ago.

The grief of losing one of the group was detrimental. It seemed like no one was recovering properly, except maybe Jungkook. That’s why Jimin cohered himself to Jungkook, he seemed to be the most stable out of them all.

Namjoon and Tae both landed themselves in jail on multiple occasions for a plethora of reasons.

Hoseok checked himself into a mental asylum for a while. Last Jimin heard, he was abusing drugs of some sort.

And Jin moved across the country, said he wanted to start fresh. But really, he was just doing what Jin did best- running away.

None of them kept contact, except for Jungkook.

The entire carefree, wild group of friends had dissipated into nothing.

He feels his eyebrows furrow into a stern look.

They all left.

“They all left you.” His jaw clenches at the familiar, yet slightly inhuman voice. “They never cared about you. And Jungkook will leave you one day, too. No one is forever.”

Jimin’s turns down an alleyway and stops about halfway through, tears gathered in his eyes.

“No one is forever, but at least they keep moving forward. You’re just stuck.”

Yeah, Jimin truly hates being alone.

The not-so-subtle red neon sign flickers with the bright name of the “club.”

The large metal door makes a shallow sound when Jimin’s taps on it three times. A man wearing all black with sunglasses answers, “Passwo- oh, Jimin-ah. Come on in.”

Jimin nods once to the tall bodyguard as he passes him. The man towers over Jimin in height but the energy around the two doesn’t match. The man takes a small, nervous step back when Jimin starts forward.

Jimin hates how skittish everyone is in this little hole in the wall.

The biggest underground fighting ring in Korea was right next door to Jimin’s apartment, who would have thought. How convenient.

Heads bow as he passes. No one makes eye contact. Some mumble respectful greetings while putting honorifics next to his name, no matter what age or status they have.

He’s basically a king here.

But he doesn’t want the throne.

Jimin’s peers into the crowd and sure enough, sights his dead lover. He just wants this damn demon to leave him alone.

Yoongi never bothers him while he’s fighting or training. It’s like he goes dormant or something. That’s why Jimin keeps doing it. Well, that and because he wants to be strong. Stronger than he’s ever been.

And he is. He’s undefeated in this hellhole. He sort of blanks out when he fights anyone that’s not Jungkook. That’s how he earned the appropriate nickname “Demon”, for good reason. He’s heard from others that’s he’s terrifying when he’s in the ring. Although no one but his manager and couple other higher-ups dare to call him that, and he barely even tolerates that.

The last newcomer that called him that learned through a crushed windpipe to not.

He only does this to pay the bills. Everyone here knows that. It pisses some people off. For some, this was their entire life, what they were raised to do. Born to be fighting machines.

So, naturally, some don’t like Jimin. Especially those who he’s fought and won against. But Jimin couldn’t care less about what these people think about him.

“Manager-nim,” Jimin addresses an older man, somewhere in his forties, “I need you to schedule another Gold for me.”

See, the underground business is one built on ranking.

In the underground street fighting business, fights were categorized by prize earning and rank of the fighters. Gold rank fights could only be scheduled by- and usually for- the highest members, the Elites. The grand prize for a win was seven hundred million won. Only the greatest of the greatest won the prize and thus, earning an elite status (if not an elite already).

Jimin’s won it twice.

“Ya, getting pretty greedy now, are we? You just won it a couple months ago, Kid. Where’d that money go?”

“It’s gone.”

The suited man scoffs, “You need a better budgeting plan, Demon.” Jimin fights the urge to uppercut him.

“Can you do it or not?” Jimin’s patience is already wearing thin and he’s been here for a whole five minutes.

“You know, contrary to what you might believe, I’m not a money machine. The money you win when you fight comes from somewhere. Not only that, I’m not the only Elite that gets to decide. We take a vote.”

“Well vote.”

“Aish.” He growls, “You’re something else. People here are gonna start to think I favor you, and that’s dangerous for the both of us.” He pauses to look Jimin in the eyes, “You know, you have all of the qualifications to make the Elite status. Why don't you do the initiation-”

“Let me know when you have an answer.” Jimin’s made his feelings on the subject clear already. He has no intention of making this a permanent thing. This isn't a lifestyle, this isn't his job. It’s just a way to relieve his stress and make some cash.

With that, Jimin takes his leave, disappearing into the same direction from which he came. He’s truly a mysterious phenomenon.

Jungkook: hey do u wanna meet me and Jiyoo tonight for dinner?

Jimin peers down at his phone in confusion.

Jimin: uh third-wheeling really isn’t my thing lol

Jungkook: no, no we have someone we want you to meet. she’s Jiyoo’s sister and she’s just come home from college.

Jimin groans. This isn’t the first time Jungkook’s tried to set him up since Yoongi passed. He appreciates the sentiment but Jimin doesn’t think he’ll ever love someone like that again. It’s too much to ask for.

Jimin: idk man i’m pretty tired from training today. i think i’m gonna pass.

Jungkook: pretty please?

Ugh.

Jimin shoves a pillow over his face in frustration. He’s never been able to tell the kid no. And besides that- Jimin can feel the beady eyes of the shadowy figure in the corner. No, he doesn’t really want to stay here.

Jimin: fine.

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The restaurant is filled with all sorts of people. From children to the elderly. Jimin gazes from person to person trying to decipher what kind of person they are. He tries to hinder the negative thoughts from entering his mind about them.

Jungkook’s always late. Always. When Jungkook says “5:30” he really means “6:00.” You’d think after almost a decade of knowing the kid, Jimin would learn.

He fidgets with the sleeves of his sweater. Why was he so nervous all of a sudden? Was it because these blind dates never end well? He thinks back to the last blind date Jungkook had set him up with.

Jimin shudders.

He can still hear the innocent girl’s cries as she fled his apartment, heartbroken.

He’s pulled from his thoughts as an arm slings around his shoulder, “Hey, man.”

Jungkook’s bright smile beams at him.

“Hey. Hi, Jiyoo.” He greets the couple as they take their seats.

“Hey, Jiminie.” Jungkook’s girlfriend was super cute, he’ll give her that.

“So..?” He’s confused time see that they came alone.

“Oh, she’s coming. My little sister is always a little late.”

Later than you both?

Jimin stops himself from the bitterness that threatens to erupt again. Not tonight. He’s going to try to be on his best behavior for his friend’s sake.

He’ll save all those pent up emotions for the fight he has scheduled tomorrow.

He vaguely registers the figure that makes its way into his peripheral vision, although he pays it no mind at first.

“Oh, Y/n! It’s good to see you again.” Jungkook seems a bit overly excited. What’s all the fuss about? It’s not like-

Oh.

Okay, so she’s, like, really pretty. So what?

“Hi, Jungkook. Nice to see you. Jiyoo!” The girl walks over to embrace her sister tightly, “Oh my God, it feels like it’s been forever.”

After they take their greetings, the woman sits down across from Jimin.

“Hello, you must be Jimin. Jungkook’s told me so much about you. I’m Y/n.”

Okay, so she has the voice of an angel, big deal.

“Um, hi- yeah, I’m Jimin.” He reaches out to take the hand she offers.

“So, Y/n’s a dancer,” Jungkook starts when the food is placed in front of them, “and she’s really good.”

“Not that good.” She blushes.

“Don’t be modest, Y/n. She’s going to a really prestigious dance school on a full scholarship!” Her sister beams.

“Oh? Which one?” Jimin presses. It’s not like he’s interested or anything. Definitely not.

“Global. Global Dance Studio.” She answers.

“Ah. I heard they were good.” Jimin knows more than he let on. That was literally his dream school.

“Yeah, but strict. The training is brutal.” She emphasizes. He knows, he had to go through the same treatment. He hates that he feels a pang of jealousy and resentment towards this person he’s just met.

“I’ve heard.” He finishes as he takes the first bite of his food.

The rest of the hour-long dinner was pretty boring, with Jiyoo and Jungkook mostly taking ahold of the conversation. Although, Jimin will admit that he couldn’t stop glancing back at the beautiful girl across from him.

And he won’t pretend that he didn’t notice her treating him the same.

He was charming and kind, as usual, but he remained on the quiet side of the conversation. Jimin knew that Jungkook could tell he wasn’t being quite as flirty as he usually is with setups like this, from the way that the younger kept trying to tie Jimin in the chit chat.

Jimin stays subtle for the rest of the date.

When the group says their goodbyes, his eyes linger on hers for longer than the rest.

“It was nice to meet you, Y/n.”

“Likewise.” She grins and Jimin feels his heart stop.

And then he leaves. Really, really fast.

That’s not good.

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T H E T A K E O V E R - Chapter 2 (Small Differences)

The recruits of Bangtan Academy were trained to be super soldiers, to be the strongest, fastest, most cunning fighters in the world, now they are being put to the test! You were at the bottom of your class, but you noticed the cracks in the system first, what are you going to do? Run or try to save the world?

BTS Apocalypse Dystopian Invasion AU. Mystery Thriller. BTS member(s?) x reader

Um this chapter was not supposed to be THIS LONG. WHY IS IT SO LONG? Anyways, now that we established Jungkook, Namjoon, Hoseok and Jimin are recruits, we have to introduce the other men. Who do you think they are? :

Warnings: military, guns, knives, blood, fighting, man overpowering female, stabbing, smut, fingering, blow job, voyeur, sex tape, name calling, angst, creepy extraterrestrial vibes, terror, lots of running away and being chased ;;

Word Count: 14.8k

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Your heart beats wildly. He’s your best friend, but something inside you says to run.

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Your feet ache, but you keep walking. You’ve walked through two towns now. You don’t have time to question everyone’s strange behaviors, instead you catalogue the instances in your mind, waiting until you have a second to process it all.

Later, you’ll try to make sense of it. Now, you’re more worried about what you’re going to do now that you’ve run away from Bangtan Academy.

Finally, finally, you make it to your Mother’s house.

It’s within sight, but you hold yourself back, staying at a distance from the property. You know you were headed straight to the place where everyone would predict you’d go, but you just wanted to see for yourself. You needed to see her face at least one last time.

Hiding in the shadows across the street, you take note of the extra vehicles in the driveway, the quiet stillness down the road and how no one else is outside. When you move closer to see the view through your Mother’s kitchen window, holding your breath at the sight.

You had expected to see guards from your school, maybe even your own father, but you didn’t expect Namjoon would be with them, speaking to both your parents. Your vision blurs with unshed tears, not wanting to accept this kind of betrayal.

What is he doing with your father? Your father must have forced him. But why? What is going on?

You watch curiously as your mother’s face contorts in anger, yelling at the soldiers in her house, and at...your father. God, you wish you could hear what they are saying right now. You’ve never seen your mother so angry. The last time she raised her voice at your father it had been the day he decided to enroll you in The Academy, but even then she placated him, convinced you to go, told you how much fun it would be. You have long since forgiven her, no one could change the Headmaster’s mind once he set his sights on something after all. No one.

Joon stands tense in between your parents. You would laugh at how awkward he looks if the situation wasn’t this — you, terrified and hiding in the bushes of your old neighborhood — so you imagine in another, better, reality bringing him over for family dinner and introducing him to your parents, a day dream you would often have when you entertained the idea that you and Namjoon could someday become more than friends. You can’t help but smile. Yeah, that’s exactly how he would look, completely out of his element, scared to move or say something wrong-

Wait, why is your mother about to hit your father?

You watch wide eyed as Namjoon steps in between them, wincing in pain when her hand strikes his face instead. You flinch too watching it all unfold.

Oh Joon, what have you gotten yourself into?!

As if he heard your frantic thoughts, your best friend glances outside and you duck down lower. You can’t stay. You look back one last time at Namjoon, watching as his expression changes and you wonder if he noticed you. Knowing how observant the Second in Class is, you wouldn’t doubt it. You wonder what Namjoon is thinking and you wish he would have just talked to you and told you the truth about what’s going on instead...

If he has seen you, it doesn’t matter, because before he can act, again you run.

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Still on the outskirts of the city, the moon can be seen already together with the lowering sun. It was your favorite part of the day, when the heat was gone and everything was winding down at The Academy. However, looking across the vast sky made you realize how far away you were now...

This neighborhood is smaller, houses are scattered. The chaos seems not to have reached this part of town. You walk slowly, act like you belong. Here it is calm, but there is a threat, you feel it, you just don’t know what it is.

You sigh as your stomach tightens and gurgles for food.

Or maybe you overreacted, this isn’t like skipping class, they’re looking for you. Maybe you should turn around and go back to The Academy...

But those screams echo in your mind.

“Hey.”

You continue to briskly walk in the same direction you’ve been traveling since you left your Mother's house, following the sunset towards the city. It was as good a plan as any. Hey, you were working on a plan! You just had no idea where to begin. You’ve never really run away from...home? Is that what the Academy is to you? Yep. Great.

“Hey, friend? Can we talk?”

You ignore them. Three men and a woman around your age walking behind you, moving closer. You had noticed them awhile ago, but chose to pretend you didn’t see them when they began to follow you, waiting to see how they would approach you.

“I’m not your friend.” You say without turning around, ignoring them still.

“Hey friend?”

Okay, you guess you’ll have to be more direct. You spin around and glare at the group, “I’m not your-”

‘Why do they look like that?’ There is something about these strangers, you can’t place your finger on it, but they don’t look right. They look off.

Their faces. Their smiles. Their eyes.

It’s barely noticeable, but you notice. The bizarreness of their expressions. Is it the way the lowering sun hits their complexion that makes them look so abnormal, so sinister?

Why do they look so…strange? ‘Why do they look at you like that?!’

‘What’s wrong with them?!’ Why do you feel so afraid?

So you change your tune.

“H-Hey there...friend,” you repeat back uneasily. The four smile, and their grins send a chill down your spine.

“What’s up?” you ask, pretending to be unaffected by their strange behavior.

One holds a shovel, you notice dirt on his knuckles. “Clearing the weeds so new life can grow,” he says.

“Yeah?” The airy way he speaks unnerves you. “Well, friend, don’t let me get in the way of that,” you step off the sidewalk to let them pass.

Slowly, they move closer. The sun is low, twilight is setting in. You keep your eyes trained on the group, and they watch you as well, their cold emotionless eyes watching, triggering your fight response, but years of training kept you calm under pressure.

“And you, friend? Is your mind clear?”

He stands calmly, waiting for your response, but the aura surrounding the group feels threatening. You swallow, readying yourself for anything. “You could say that.”

“Where’s your home, friend?” One of the men says, moving closer towards you. As they approach, the girl grabs the advancing man, eyeing you suspiciously, whispering something into his ear. She can’t be jealous, can she? You tighten your jaw into a small smile, if there ever was a time you needed to hold in your temper it is now.

“Headed there now, just taking a walk,” you act nonchalant, even though your feet ached, you felt dehydrated and nervous and needed sleep.

The woman whispers something again, you barely make out the words, ‘first.’ First what? You strain your ears to hear anything else.

The man turns to you, sullen expression hardened into distinct unpleasantness, his sunken eyes even darker when he stares at you.

“I see, we’ll find you when we’re complete,” he says, too close, you lean back when he leans forward. He smells too much like earth, like the sun, that smell recruits would have after a long day training outside. “Then we’ll find a more suitable place for you.”

You stare at him and everything inside you is telling you to fight, like this moment was what your whole life has been leading up to. The Academy made you, you're a fighter, you’re a soldier, and you don’t take threats lightly. All those fight simulations, negotiations and operations classes, everything you’ve ever learned-

“….take your time,” you say, hand pressed so tightly into a fist the tips of your fingers go numb.

You watch them walk on their merry way, and you, instead, take the first turn you reach.

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“Want me to bring you back something?”

“Why? It’s just going to get confiscated at the gates,” you sigh.

“I can sneak it in, don’t worry,” Joon says it so confidently you roll your eyes.

“Hmm…” You don’t particularly need anything, the soldiers have a successful smuggling operation with the recruits already, so if you really were craving candy or junk food you could just ask one of them, and unlike every. single. male. recruit you did not feel the need for smuggling in porn. However-

“NO!” Joon laughs incredulously.

“I thought you said ‘don’t worry,’ you could sneak it in,” you lower your tone, mimicking Namjoon’s deep voice.

“Yeah, but, a v-vibrator? W-Why do you need that? Am I not good enough?”

You laugh, pressing your body against his back, “Oh, you are very good,” your hand travels over the seam of his pants and up, “but, sometimes at night, when I can’t be with you, it would be nice to have, you know. Oh c’mon! Don’t act like you don’t jerk off.”

“Should we start meeting up at night?” he says, turning around to hug you, pressing his chin into your neck.

“What about when you leave me like now?” you pout, pressing your palm over his growing erection, “and I’m all alone?” He breaths in sharply as he holds in his moans.

“If it does get confiscated I’m never going to live it down,” he grunts, fingers digging into your waist, pulling you closer to him. You laugh, that would be actually hilarious to witness, better than a present from him.

He kisses you, first your neck, then your jaw, then your mouth, pulling at your bottom lip with his teeth. “I’m going to miss you,” he whispers into your ear, licking your earlobe.

But you don’t believe him. You wish you could leave The Academy and visit your old neighborhood, go to shops, play, have fun. But you weren’t a child anymore, your mother remarried and had a new life with new children. You’re sure she didn’t mean to forget to invite you over, but it hurt still. It's been over a year since you left The Academy, forced to spend the few holiday breaks you were allowed with your controlling father instead. You would give anything to switch places with Namjoon, you would give anything to leave Bangtan Academy.

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Where the hell is everyone?! You need to find someone normal. Well, what you really need to do is sleep. You need to find shelter, and some more food...

Right now you see only two options, option one: break into someone’s house, hope they're not home. If they are home, you could end up caught and back at The Academy, or you could hurt innocent civilians for the first time in your life. Or option two: go towards that abandoned rusted old factory just on the horizon.

First option has a bed and food. Second option has rats. But the idea of hurting someone innocent makes the choice simple.

The sun sets by the time you make it inside. You walk slowly through the abandoned building, past dusty machinery, equipment covered in blankets, and yep, rats.

The processing floor is massive and dirty, but luckily it looks like upstairs holds better facilities. You survey your surroundings, ever since walking into this small town you’ve felt like you were being watched, and now especially you can feel your paranoia increasing. Even hidden inside you feel out in the open, exposed. You are convinced it isn’t just rats watching you now. If it’s that threatening group again you don’t know what you’ll do, what you are capable of.

You move slowly through the building, listening for anything that might prove your instincts right. You hope you’re wrong, you hope you’re just seeing things, a side effect from walking all day in the sun with little to no food and water...

Upstairs, you kick open the first door you find.

There’s a long oak table, rows of cushion chairs, even a white board. You try to make sense of what they could have been selling, but the board is half erased, hastily wiped away in long streaks.

The next time you step out into the hallway, you immediately notice something different. And whoever is hiding from you is doing quite a poor job.

You feel the air shift behind you and spin around, aiming your fist.

The man goes down like a sack of bricks. Shit, you didn’t mean to hit him that hard! He groans trying to regain some footing. He is wearing a hoodie and hat so you can’t see his features but he’s not part of the odd group you met earlier and you’re internally grateful.

“I don’t want to hurt you!”

You feel someone else closing in on you and you turn around just in time to stop their fist from making contact with your head. “Okay,” you grip his wrist and pull him towards you, the stranger yelps at your strength, “maybe I’ll hurt you.”

Another man appears and now you’re one against three men. These men aren’t in any league to the recruits you have fought at The Academy, but you’re weakened and tired and one of them seems to know how to fight pretty well actually. The last one, the one who looks way too beautiful to be a fighter. Yet he barrels into you, throwing you into the wall. You kick him in the stomach and he goes down, pulling you down with him.

All three men jump on you.

“Is she marked?”

You can feel hands pull at your shirt and you scream.

“She’s acting pretty human to me,” one grunts as they struggle to hold you still.

You bring your legs and arms under you to try to gain some leverage to push them off of you, but you can’t get enough footing, the ground is too dusty and slippery.

“Ugh! Get off of me!”

“Reports said it’s usually behind the ear or on the neck!”

“Check the spine, the spine!”

“Shouldn’t we just leave?! What if there are more of them?”

“How is she so strong?!”

Three pairs of hands crush your head into the ground. One moves the hair away from your face. The shining light aimed at your head makes it impossible for you to identify your captors. They all go quiet, so you stop struggling.

You take as many deep breaths as you can with their full weight on you. ‘Access the situation, y/n!’ You really need to start acting more like Namjoon. Three men, obviously hiding out in this abandoned building, but from what? Maybe fugitives. Do they have any weapons? They would have used them on you if they did. If you can take down the tall one, the other two should be easy-

“What should we do, Jin?”

“Let me go!” you scream.

“W-Where did you get that shirt?”

The weight on your back shifts. You were still wearing Jungkook’s shirt, an Academy tee, one with the Bangtan emblem placed directly on the back.

“Do we have any zip ties in case?”

‘Okay, that’s it.’ These aren’t exactly innocent civilians. You maneuver your arm behind you, using your elbow to throw one of the men off you, kick off the ground and effectively change positions and pin one of the men down. A scared slender man whose looks could give the first in your class a run for his money.

Strong arms put you in a headlock. ‘Well, this is an unfortunate two day streak,’ you think. Luckily, his headlock is nowhere near as strong or effective as Jungkook’s. You kick off the ground and reach behind you, grabbing the back of his neck and throwing yourself into him. You both fall back, crashing onto the ground and he takes the worst of it, groaning while you roll off of him.

“Where’s the taser?!”

You crouch down, ready to strike. In your scuffle their flashlights rolled onto the ground and have so perfectly illuminated your targets.

The three men stare back at you, you can see the fear in their eyes, the apprehension in their movements, their slim figures already breathing heavy from your scuffle, you’re confident you could take them down.

“Stop! Everyone!” The tallest yells. He heaves, winded from fighting. When you change positions everyone jumps away from you. “Let's j-just...calm down!”

“I’m very calm,” you say, keeping your fighting stance.

The tallest massages his temples. “Okay, okay, okay…” he mutters to himself and you look at him impatiently.

“She doesn’t act like she’s marked,” the second one says.

“We still don’t know for sure,” the third one says.

“Marked with what?!”

“-okay! For everyone’s safety, c-can I check?” The first man cautiously moves closer to you and you jump to the side. They all jump in tandem with you, following your movements while keeping their distance. “Please,” he pleads. When he steps closer his friend pulls him back, whispering “careful.”

You wonder, do you look like that much of a threat to them? You relax your shoulders, untensing your body only slightly.

“I won’t hurt you. None of us will hurt you,” he looks at the other two with reprimanding eyes. “It’s just a precaution.”

“Fine,” you mutter.

“Show me your wrists.” You acquiesce, however reluctantly.

“I’m guessing you’re Jin,” you say. You watch his brows furrow in concentration, you can’t help but notice how handsome he looks. And he knows how to fight, he would fit in with the recruits at The Academy, if it weren’t for the fact that his hands were shaking.

“Guilty as charged,” he laughs nervously. “And what should I call you?”

You debate on telling him your real name, studying Jin who holds your wrist gently and with care. “Y/n.” You tilt your head, looking at his body too. He wears a deep V-neck tee, so low when he shifts his body you can see his chest, you don't see any scars or blemishes on his skin, should you also be searching for something? “So what are you looking for?”

“You’re really not from around here, huh?” Jin shyly looks over any exposed skin, ignoring your question.

You look over at the other two men, one of them who is frowning at you, his hat knocked off in your scuffle, you recognize him as the man who put you in a headlock. “And who are these two idiots?” you ask, annoyed, as Jin’s thumb runs over your palm and pulse point.

“Me, an idiot? Well, that’s a first.”

“My humble friend there is Yoongi and that one is Van Gogh.”

“No! It’s Leonardo now,” he hisses.

“I don’t think you understand how aliases work,” Yoongi mumbles at a very affronted looking man who still hasn't told you his name, shushing Yoongi instead.

“Okay, so just one idiot.”

Man whose name is neither Van Gogh or Leonardo looks down, frowning. He looks the most out of place in this situation. Yoongi and Jin wear black, like you, clothes that blend in, while codename Leonardo is dressed up in a green patterned button down and light slacks, he sticks out like a sore thumb. ‘What an odd trio,’ you think.

Jin clears his throat, “Your, um, back please.”

You stand up straight abruptly and all three men flinch. You resist scoffing at how jumpy they were acting, instead you turn around and pull the fabric up with Jin’s help, flashlights spotlighted on the pair of you. You feel his palm touch your back, warm, and this time you’re the one who flinches.

His fingers move to your neck to tilt your head and you reflexively turn, glaring at him. He reaches for your face and you grab and twist his wrist. Only one person was allowed to touch you like that.

“I’ve played along, now explain, what’s going on?” you grit out, your grip on Jin tightening.

Jin winces and turns his head, ears red. “Well, ahh– just end of the world apocalypse type stuff.”

“Stop joking,” you warn. Yoongi calls Jin’s name, looking for a command.

“Sorry, when I get nervous– but I’m really not joking.” You raise your eyebrow at him and push him away, crossing your arms over yourself.

“The shirt you're wearing...are you really from Bangtan?” codename Leonardo speaks up, hopeful. “Are they finally sending us help?”

“Look at her, how is she going to help us? What are you even doing here? They kick you out?” Yoongi argues and you turn to advance on him.

Jin places a hand on your shoulder to stop you, “Apologies, my friend is just angry that you kicked his ass earlier.” Jin’s expression is kind, his words lighthearted, but his grip is firm and strong, he hasn’t let you go and you can see he has no intention to until you calm down.

“She has inhuman strength,” Yoongi grumbles, “Are you sure she’s not one of them, Jin?”

“One of who?” you question and Yoongi groans.

“We’re just trying to understand why you’ve shown up out of the blue, when the military base is pretty far from here.” Jin asks apprehensively. “You’re really from Bangtan?”

“Yes, I’m really from Bangtan,” you mutter, glaring hard at the trio. “Why do you need help? What’s going on?”

All three men suddenly look dejected. It irks you and you try to ignore it.

“It’s been going on for months, you really have no idea? Do you even know about the virus? The rumors must be true,” Yoongi scoffs.

“V-Virus?” If you have to ask one more time, you’re going to lose it. “What rumors?!”

Yoongi and codename Leonardo anxiously look over to their leader Jin who looks like he’s about to be sick. Jeez. His demeanor was nothing like the class leaders you grew up with.

“Sorry, there are a lot of rumors about Bangtan, I am trying to pick the one that will get you the least pissed off at me.” Jin says lightheartedly, wincing when you glare back at him instead.

You take a deep calming breath. The instructors at the Academy warned you civilians were not always the brightest and to always expect the worst when you're in the field, “I’m not going to ask again,” you mutter, “If you want me to help you, you're going to have to explain. What marks were you looking for earlier, signs of a virus you said?”

“Uhh, not exactly?” Jin holds his breath and finally blurts out, “P-Points of contact.”

“Points of what?”

“Points of contact,” man-whose-name-is-definitely-not Leonardo says, like it was obvious, “you know, where the aliens take over your body.” The other two look at him incredulously and he shrugs, “What? She said she wanted to help, did you want me to lie? That's what it is!”

“Riiight.” You stare at them, waiting for the punchline. They stare back at you solemnly and it never comes.

You start laughing anyway.

Jin lets out two awkward laughs before Yoongi shoulders him in the stomach.

“...”

Is there not a single sane person in this entire town? “So this is why you’re hiding in an abandoned building…you’re crazy-”

“It’s the truth!” Codename Leonardo defends himself.

“Don’t they have internet at that military base of yours? TVs?!” Yoongi asks angrily.

Well, you did have televisions in The Academy’s recreation room…playing approved televisions and movies on loop. All devices that were connected to the internet were highly encrypted with spyware, and every recruit’s cell phone was government issued.

“For what?” You look at him blankly.

“Ugh, I knew it, they don’t care until it affects them, fucking-” Yoongi starts pacing around, ranting and muttering to himself, and you try to think and connect their words to everything that’s happened, your mind muddled and anxious. The Academy, the soldiers, the strange behaviors…no, could it be?

The Academy briefed recruits on all current events every morning, at least you thought they had, it never occurred to you to question the information your superiors gave you. You never checked for yourself, you never thought anything more of it beyond those briefings, you accepted what they told you as fact, why wouldn't you? You barely had any time to yourself between classes and training, all your free time you spent with Namjoon.

As recruits you were forbidden to have social media or use your cellular devices in ‘an inappropriate manner,’ and any recruits who disobeyed in the end were always caught and reprimanded. It was well known everything was monitored, even your devices, and the Headmaster being your father made sharing any aspect of your life with the chance of him finding out even more undesirable for you, so you rarely used your phone for anything other than messaging Namjoon. If you had looked on the internet, would what they were saying make sense to you?

Namjoon, did he know something? If anyone was smart enough to block The Academy’s spyware, it was Joon, and he surely would have told you something...

“-Hey, have you been listening? Aliens are taking over, if we don't figure out how to stop them we're all screwed, so you need to contact one of your superiors and get us some fucking help.”

You bite your lip. “Prove it! Show me then! With your internet, show me the news-”

“Didn’t you hear me? The news media is trying to cover it up!” Yoongi watches as you brush past him, “But there are plenty of testimonials online from other people– Hey!” Yoongi yells at your retreating figure, while Jin follows quickly behind you, pulling at your arm to stop you.

“Wait!”

Your instructor’s harsh words echo back in your memory, words like, “Brainwashed,” “Insurgents,” “Conspiracies,” “Dangerous,” “Ramblings.” Even if you were only half paying attention, you remembered the disgust in his face when he lectured your class, these were the kind of people you were taught to fight against.

“Let me go,” you say quietly.

“I know how it sounds, especially coming from my very passionate friend here,” Jin pleads with you, “but you’re in danger if you leave-” You try to yank your hand free but Jin won’t relent. “You came here to get away from something, right? Right?!”

You’re exhausted, you want to sleep, and a story about aliens isn’t the kind of lullaby you want to hear right now. So you use your last bit of strength to attack Jin and reach for the obviously hidden knife in his pocket.

“This goes without saying but, I don’t believe you. So this is what we’re going to do,” You yank on Jin’s hair. He’s so tall it’s a bit awkward, his head is pulled over your shoulder, bending his tall frame back while you hold the knife as carefully as you can to his throat while still trying to appear threatening. “You’re going to let me leave, and we’re going to pretend this never happened. You never met me here, got it? Don’t tell anyone about me.” Yoongi curses and Leonardo faker looks around frantically for something to stop you.

“I will kill him if you step any closer!” You yell, walking him back, yanking on Jin’s hair again for good measure.

“You’re running away from something, right?” Jin grunts. “You look like you’ve been through a lot, I know how that feels. We can help you. I can explain better-”

Your fingers dig into his scalp. “Help yourself and shut up.”

“Well, see, I ramble when I’m scared. Ow ow ow. What’s Bangtan like? You’re really strong-”

“Shut up!”

“Yeah Jin, shut up, it’s not working whatever you’re trying to do, she doesn't believe us,” Yoongi says as you walk quickly backwards with Jin in tow.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” you hiss in his ear.

“I don’t think you want to hurt me either,” Jin winces, pain clearly present in his voice from your pulling. “I’ve never been woman-handled before, it’s kind of hot-”

“Jin!”

“Why are you like this, man?” Yoongi groans.

Ugh! You let him go and kick him as hard as you can away from you. And run, knife still in your hand. The only knife they had left.

Yoongi and Taehyung give the leader a look that silently screams, ‘You did this, go get her.’

He sighs and takes off running for you.

---

Clearly Jin has been staying here for a while and knows his way around this place, because before you make it outside he shows up right in front of you. You stumble backwards, swinging your knife at him.

He ducks away from you. “Shit okay, okay! I surrender.”

“Stop following me!”

“I honestly wouldn’t go out there,” he blocks you again, and you swing, cutting through his clothes, narrowly missing his skin.

“And why is that? Aliens?” you question mockingly.

“Because…people are changing. I know it's a lot to take in, I would be skeptical too if I didn't see it with my own eyes.” He moves around you, keeping your attention. “The government is covering it up and calling it a virus, but it’s not a virus.”

“How do you know that? How am I supposed to believe you?!” You keep the knife poised in front of you.

“I'm a doctor. I have been in the field for ten years and I have never seen a virus act like this.” He says, pain evident in his eyes from memories he tries to push away.

So, Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome just so happens to be a doctor.

You drop your hands down and Jin lunges for the knife. Unfortunately, you saw his attack coming instantly and elbow him in the nose.

“Ow, fuck. Ahh, you're good at that,” he laughs through the pain, covering his bleeding nose.

You look away scoffing and fold the knife back into itself, leaning on the nearest wall.

“You’re a doctor, are you? Why are you so adamant this is not a virus? Maybe it’s just another type of disease-”

Jin shakes his head, nose tilted up to stop the bleeding. Moving by your side, he rests next to you having thoroughly given up. “Well, if it is, it’s not from here.”

“From another country, like a biochemical attack?” You ask, intrigued.

“No, not from Earth.”

You frown, internally groaning at his unwavering attitude. It must be a horrible virus for Jin and the others to act like this, you think, maybe it was just too much for the doctor to handle and he went mad. It wouldn’t be the first time a doctor has had an out of control savior complex from what you learned in your history studies...and he somehow convinced those other two to follow his insane ideas.

But Jin seems too kind, too unsure of himself.

You keep quiet and listen to him. “Calling it a government cover up is probably not the best choice of words for someone who works for the government, huh?” He smiles half heartedly.

You sigh, “So that is your medical diagnosis, Doctor? Aliens?”

“I-” Jin pauses. “They don't act human anymore.” He looks you in the eye, and you see how he truly believes what he is saying.

‘People acting panicked. People acting strange. The soldiers.’ You think about everything you have witnessed. ‘Now three individuals who speak nonsense, but feel the most trustworthy out of everyone...’ you sigh.

“Before I escap-left The Academy, we had an influx of soldiers arrive onto the base. They set up decontamination units, I am not trying to discredit what you've witnessed, doctor,” you pause, looking for the right words, “but I think it is more plausible to believe it could be a biological attack.”

Jin nods, but it doesn't look like his opinion has changed. He does, however, seem to be warming up to you, and smiles.

“Why are you alone? It's a couple hours drive to the military base from here.” You avoid his eyes. “And probably a whole day's walk. You said not to tell anyone we’ve met, why?”

“It's classified,” you cross your arms, unwilling to share anymore.

“Do you know what locals say about that military base?”

You turn to look at Jin. “What?”

“Why did you escape?” Jin challenges.

You scoff, and then feel the familiar pang of hunger in your stomach, the adrenaline in your body gone, and the room starts spinning as you double over clutching your stomach.

“Are you okay?”

“Don't touch me!” You shove him away. He is kind and speaks to you like a friend would, but you're not used to this much attention from someone who isn't Namjoon.

“I am a Doctor, y/n,” he says, reaching for you again.

“I'm fine!” you say annoyed, and stand up straight, the dizziness finally gone, “Is there any food in this place?”

Jin pauses, conflicted. “Answer my questions first.”

“I’m the one with the knife, remember?” you twirl the pocket knife in your hand. “Have you ever treated a knife wound on your own body, doctor?” you threaten.

Jin smirks. “Yeah, I have.” You both hear a sound coming from down the hall and Jin pushes you behind him.

You feel a confusing mix of aggravation and bewilderment. You push past him, stepping in front of the doctor.

Wait, you’re not trying to protect him, you just...don’t want him to protect you! Jin, annoyingly, puts his arm in front of you, determined to defend you. Who does he think he is?! When he can barely defend himself!

“It’s just me, sorry, we were getting worried.” Alias Leonardo holds his hands up in the air, approaching the pair of you slowly.

You lean back onto the wall. “Give me some food and I’ll answer your stupid questions.”

Jin dusts off his pants, “Alright.”

“I’m keeping the knife.”

“You probably know how to use it better than I do,” he smiles.

You frown at him.

---

“We’re almost out of supplies as it is,” Yoongi grumbles.

You grimace at the canned vegetables and beans, forcing yourself to chew the cold food. You can’t believe you actually miss the mess hall meals. “Where is the grocery store in this town?” you yawn.

“It’s too dangerous.” Jin speaks up.

“I’ll manage.”

“You’ll manage, huh.” Yoongi mocks. You flick the knife open and slam it into the table, glaring at him.

“Is this how they teach you to communicate at Bangtan?” Yoongi says angrily.

“No, they teach you to stick it in the chest instead,” you threaten.

“So what made you escape?” Jin interjects.

You tense, “I never said I escaped.”

Yoongi straightens himself in his seat, “When did you leave? You must have walked here, right?” He reaches for a bag beside his chair, “A couple days ago I noticed increased military movement into the base, is that when you escaped…is that why?”

“How did you know that?”

Yoongi pulls out his laptop, flipping it open. “Satellite feeds showed an influx of military personnel into that area.”

“How did you see that? The base should be a dead zone.”

“Not to me,” Yoongi smiles smugly, turning his laptop screen around. You see the familiar layout of The Academy and your eyes go wide, gripping the edges of the laptop screen.

“Yoongi used to work in cyber intelligence.” Jin points at the younger man who stays silent and takes a long drink of his alcohol. “Among other ‘professions,’ right?”

“You were a soldier?”

“A contractor. And only briefly, I saw what our Government does behind the scenes, and I decided I wasn’t going to help them any more.”

You frown. “So, you’re a traitor.”

Yoongi stands up, “I am not the one betraying our country, our people. This ‘virus’ was not the only thing they lied to us about.”

You roll your eyes, Yoongi sounds like a conspiracy theorist. Is there anything more unstable?

“You’re not even a soldier, you’re just a student, a brainwashed kid, what the fuck do you know?”

You stand up too, throwing the chair from behind you with force. Your eyes sting with unshed tears, you didn’t know a lot, that might be true, but you knew you hated him. You yank the knife from the table and watch as his eyes flash with momentary fear, and you silently leave the small break room to be alone with your thoughts.

You should leave. You should find another place, keep moving until you get to the city. Instead, you're pacing around the meeting room you first came across, trying very hard not to take your anger out on the three men you're currently stuck with. You don't understand why you're so furious when there was truth in what Yoongi said. No matter how prepared you thought you were, you weren't ready, you shouldn't have left The Academy. You should have studied harder, maybe then you could handle all of this. You didn't know how to deal with these men, their crazy theories, their accusations.

You kick the table’s leg, you kick a rolling chair out of your way, you kick the easel and watch it fall to the ground. The whiteboard falls face up and you pause, looking closer at the half wiped words on the board.

Inspecting the whiteboard, you pick it up and lay it on the meeting room table. You can faintly make out some words, ‘symptoms’ maybe? And underneath you try to piece together the bullet pointed list smudged away, ‘Temperature,’ ‘Body-’

Body what? Whatever it was has been erased, another word might be ‘sunlight.’ In the corner it says, ‘weaknesses’ with a large question mark, and next to it reads, ‘NONE.’

You sigh, ‘Not exactly encouraging words,’ you think, and erase a small portion on the side completely and make your own list.

A hand landing on your shoulder wakes you up. You lift your head from the meeting table and spin around, grabbing the offending arm. “You move so quick,” Jin laughs nervously, “it’s really impressive to watch, not as great to experience though,” he winces in your grasp.

“Leave me alone!”

“Why did you act like you didn’t believe us?” he asks as his eyes scan over the whiteboard.

“I don’t believe you.”

“But you’ve met them,” he says disbelievingly, eyes still transfixed on the whiteboard.

“I don’t know who I met.” You cross your arms, reading the newly written list to yourself.

‘Eyes void of excessive emotion, iris unusually dull in color, pupils atypical response to light,’ ‘Smile overly wide and forced, obvious strain in muscles,’ ‘Skin smells like earth, abnormal sheen in sunlight,’ ‘Languid speech pattern devoid of tonal shifts,’ ‘Visible cut between thumb and index finger apparent on single male,’ ‘Group of four, leader unclear, possible female.’

“How did you take on four of them?”

“I didn’t? Nothing happened. I just met a group of people.” You sigh, “They did act odd when we met,” you peer over to your list, now regretting writing it down, “but that’s about it.”

“They didn’t...attack you? Where did you meet them? Far from here?!”

“We came in contact half an hour east of here,” you swallow. Jin looks frantic, scared. “I wasn’t followed,” you promise. He steadies his breathing, palms face down on the table. You clear your throat, looking him in the eyes. “Tell me what else it used to say on this whiteboard-”

“A timeline of events. What we gathered on the enemy,” a voice speaks from the doorway. You and Jin turn around to see Yoongi leaning against the doorframe. “We’ve been trying to make connections, trying to find out a way to stop them,” he mutters, then stares up at you with accusing eyes, “Which is why when we heard you downstairs, we tried to erase it. Couldn’t risk what we knew falling into the enemy’s hands.”

“I see,” you swallow. “You said it happened three months ago?”

“That is when reports of a virus started, yes. But Yoongi found evidence online that predates the reports. There were some accounts that go back years. We don’t know what is a hundred percent fact, of course, but some accounts are pretty convincing.” Jin says. You try to think back to your academy life three months ago. Was there anything that happened at Bangtan Academy that might have coincided with Jin’s story? But until a couple of days ago it had been business as usual, you think.

“What about a couple days ago, has anything big happened?”

Jin nods. “The government quarantine was announced. It starts in a week.”

You swallow hard. “Why are you here and not in your homes then?”

“None of us could return back to our homes. I think we might be the last ones who haven’t been taken over in this town,” Jin winces. “Our town is small. The ‘virus’ spread quickly. We haven’t been able to trust anyone else for a long time,” Jin grimaces, all the painful memories resurfacing. “Yoongi and Tae– shit, I mean Leonardo,” Yoongi snorts and Jin massages his temples, sighing. You bite down the smile starting.

“Yoongi and Taehyung and I grew up together. When I was searching for help during the first cases, I found Yoongi online and it was a happy coincidence we were in the same area; Taehyung was my Patient’s brother, he tried to save him...” Jin stops, recollecting his thoughts. “We kept each other safe, we were all sleeping in Taehyung’s art studio before this, my office before then, trying to avoid people, but they found us, and ever since then we've been hiding out here while Yoongi searches for ways to stop them- the, err, ‘virus.’”

“Just tell her your whole life story while you’re at it.”

“I ran too, from the Academy,” you admit quietly. “The soldiers arrived and quarantined us too. Then…” you wanted to tell them about the screams at night, but the words felt stuck in your throat, heavy realizations that something is very wrong. “Then, at night, I, um, escaped.” You try to read their expressions, but both men are quietly listening to your story. “I might have acted impulsively,” you mutter. “It’s a, uhh, bad habit.”

“Jin, can I talk to you alone?” Yoongi says. The doctor stands and you quickly grab his hand. Why did you do that? Truthfully, you were worried about what they were going to do, would they turn you in? “Jin, please,” Yoongi sighs exasperatedly, watching you win over Jin with your soft pleading eyes.

“Just wait here, I’ll be right back.”

“Wait!” you look over to Yoongi, “What rumors did you hear about Bangtan Academy. I can tell you if they’re true or not.”

Yoongi looks at you, as if he was dissecting your intentions, it reminded you of the scowls your drill sergeants would give you for just existing in their class. “They’re not true,” he says, voice stern.

Shaggy hair peeks out from the other side of the doorframe, Taehyung’s head looking inside at you and Jin. “So they’re not creating cyborgs over there?” Yoongi punches Taehyung in the shoulder and he dramatically winces in pain.

“Huh?”

“You’re not part machine?” Taehyung asks. “Like a super soldier?”

“I'm a what?”

“A super soldier. That’s what everyone thinks, they’re doing experiments on children over there.”

“They’re not doing experiments on us!” you yell incredulously at Leo, No, Taehyung, “It’s just a school! J-Just to prepare us to be soldiers…to fight, to protect everyone-”

“They stole your childhood,” Yoongi mutters.

“It is my duty to-” You stop, realizing you’re about to speak the same words your father would constantly berate you with, tell you over and over that it was your duty protect your country, that you represented him, you couldn’t dishonor him, and you were lucky to be selected to become one of the top soldiers in your country. “I’m-” You feel sick, you hate how these three men look at you with varying degrees of pity and worry. Shaking your head, you make your way to the door, “-I’m leaving.”

“No!”

“You should go back to Bangtan,” Yoongi says.

“Yoongi, what the fuck? Tae, stop her!”

“Me?!” Taehyung grabs your leg before you can fully escape the room, coiling his arms and legs around your thigh and calf, and you fall down surprised.

“What the hell?! Let go!” You kick off the ground, resisting the urge to kick the scared man instead. “I don’t want to hurt you!”

“I really don’t want you to hurt me either,” Taehyung wails, holding onto your leg for dear life as you try to shake him off you.

“Listen!” Jin rushes over to you, “We haven’t had an encounter with an actual human being in so long. You’re the first one in over a month, over a month we’ve felt like we’re the only goddamn ones left.”

“Okay?!” you struggle to free yourself from Taehyung’s death-like grip on your leg.

“Jin, I know you like her, but think about this reasonably. Bangtan is probably the safest place to be right now, let her leave and find help-”

“Well I’m not going back there,” you grit out through clenched teeth, close to tears again, confusing the men.

“Taehyung, let me go, ugh Jin, tell him to let me go!”

“L-Let her go, Tae!”

You jump up when you’re finally free and grip Yoongi’s shoulder in a crushing hold, shoving him into the nearest wall.

“And you,” you seethe, holding the knife to his throat, you can see in the corner of your eye Jin moving closer to you, debating on what to do. “You’re going to help me.”

---

“What?!”

You stand behind Yoongi, arms crossed, back in the breakroom with the trio.

“You’re going to hack into my friend’s phone,” and you repeat his phone number to Yoongi. “So I can speak to him about what's going on, and find out what he knows. You’re a hacker aren’t you? Hurry up.”

“Do you understand how dangerous-”

“I thought it would be no problem for you, Mr. Cyber Intelligence?”

“Why would I help you? You’ve been nothing but a pain in my-”

You place the knife to his throat. “Because I am asking nicely.”

“Why do you want to contact this person?” Jin asks.

“I feel like…he’ll know what to do. Please, it’s my last chance. Then I’ll leave you all alone,” you glare at Yoongi. You just hope Namjoon is alone when you call, maybe then he’ll start being honest with you.

After four hours the hacker says he’s ready.

“You’re connecting us through video chat, right?”

“Yes,” Yoongi mutters, setting up the laptop in the corner of the room, flashlights pointed at the wall you’ll be standing against.

You feel anxious, you know everyone is watching you, you smooth down your hair and stand a bit straighter, listening to the video chat ring until Namjoon answers.

“Y/n?!” Your best friend stares back at you, just woken up, hair sticking up in odd angles, he moves around his room, rubbing the sleepiness from his face. You missed him so much. You try to make out his surroundings, because it’s no longer the familiar barracks you remembered.

“Joon! I don’t have much time-” Yoongi said you only had three minutes, any longer would be too risky.

“Y/n, please please tell me where you are. You have to come back here, please. It’s too dangerous-” You’ve never heard Namjoon so frantic.

“Tell me what you know, Joon. You promised, you would come back and tell me. I know about the virus and the quarantine. Why didn’t The Academy say anything? Is it a biochemical attack or...?”

Namjoon stops moving, looking away, “Yes, we’re being attacked.”

“You’re…lying. Why are you still lying to me?”

“I’m not lying! I’m not lying.” Namjoon raises his voice and immediately lowers it again to almost a whisper, “We are being attacked, which is why it’s so dangerous for you to be-”

“Are we being attacked by aliens?” you blurt out, you can't believe you're even entertaining the question.

“What? It’s not…It’s not aliens, no. Y/n...” Namjoon is acting much more calm now. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “It’s more complicated than that.”

“Then uncomplicate it for me. Don’t you trust me? Do you think so little of me, Joon?”

“Come back and I’ll explain everything, please y/n. You don’t know how important you are to me...”

“Why were you with my father? Why are you helping him?”

“T-The Headmaster? When? You were there?” Namjoon pauses. “Your father cares about your safety as much as I do.” You scoff, remembering the time you broke your arm as a preteen falling off one of the training towers. Your father didn’t check in on you for a week's time, and didn’t mention the cast around your arm when he finally visited, only speaking to you about your lowering grades. That was the beginning of your dwindling scores.

“The soldiers from the other bases came to Bangtan for a reason, why? What did you find out?” You cross your arms, waiting for Namjoon’s response. Yoongi finally agreed to set up this call after you promised you would ask Namjoon certain questions for him, this being the first one.

“This is the area of the first attack,” Namjoon answers slowly and softly.

“First attack? What attack? Alien attack?” You speak quickly.

Namjoon rubs his face again, “We’re dealing with humans, y/n. Dangerous humans.”

“So the reports of a virus-”

“No…no, it's not a virus. Y/n-”

Jin claps his hand together, unable to hide his relief that he finally had confirmation that he wasn’t going crazy, making you glance over to him. “Okay, do you know when was the first attack?” reciting another question from Yoongi. When you look back at the screen you can tell Namjoon is upset.

“I don’t know, it was before I was born.” He says, voice deeper, his eyes studying your avatar. “Who are you with, y/n?” You keep your eyes trained on the screen. You watch the way Joon works to figure out the hidden truths inside your words, just as you try to do with him.

“It doesn’t matter, I’m safe here.” You look down to the new scrap of paper placed in front of you by Yoongi, with a new question to ask. “Joon, why hasn’t the military left the base if they are here to defend the area?”

“The reinforcements are here to protect Bangtan. They haven't left because they haven't received orders to clear the area. Did you hear me, y/n? They are going to clear the surrounding areas. You’re not safe out there, y/n. If you stay with them, they’re going to die. Come back to The Academy before it’s too late.”

“We’re supposed to protect-”

“No! I’m supposed to protect you-”

“And what about Hoseok?! The other recruits?”

“Wait, is that why you left, because of Jung Hoseok? Since when did you start caring about Hoseok?!”

“I-,” you look down at the next question Yoongi wanted you to ask, trying to calm your voice. Namjoon is taking your questions all wrong, and you can see his growing irritation, worried he’s going to close you off any moment.

“I looked for you,” You mutter. “I got our Drill Sergeant in trouble.”

For the first time Namjoon gives you a weak smile. “Please, come back to The Academy, y/n. The longer you’re gone the bigger the risk becomes,” Yoongi starts snapping his fingers, over and over again, and you scramble away from the screen. “And I will kill anyone who is putting you in danger,” he yells before Yoongi kills the connection.

“Well, your boyfriend is lovely,” he mutters.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you roll your eyes, heat rising in your face.

“Well, your boy,” Yoongi takes a long pause where he takes his time to glare at you, “friend helped us out in more ways than one. While he was trying to find out our location-” he looks at your shocked face. “Yeah, he was doing that-”

“It could have been someone else at The Academy,” you argue.

“Well, I was able to use his connection to make a backdoor into your Academy’s security network”

“Does that mean you’ll be able to look through the cameras?”

“Among other, more important, things.” Yoongi always finds a way to make you feel foolish.

“There’s something else I haven’t told you-”

“From now on can we make a deal to just be a hundred percent truthful with each other?” Yoongi sighs.

You nod. “So then why are you such an asshole to me? That jealous of my strength?”

Yoongi laughs. “I’m jealous at how fucking naive you are.”

You frown. “The Academy isn't safe, Joon is wrong. The night before I left, one of my classmates went missing. We all heard screaming, it sounded like someone was being tortured. The real reason I left was because I felt...I had a feeling, I was going to be next,” you admit.

Yoongi is listening, and also working through The Academy’s database, fingers hurriedly typing away. “Which classmate did you say it was?”

“Jung Hoseok.”

---

You lie in a reclined chair trying to sleep, but all you can think about is the last conversation you had with the trio.

“The first time they appeared, it was more obvious, like they didn’t know how to control us, but they are adapting. It’s getting harder and harder to tell. That’s why we try to look for marks first,” Jin recounts. “Eventually, they might find a way to hide those too. They always seem to become better, stronger, faster, fast and stronger than any human.”

“A mutation? Maybe the virus attacks the neurological system, alters the brain to make people act as if they have no pain, no limits, like a drug-”

“It's not a goddamn virus,” Yoongi groans. “Your boyfriend even admitted it.”

“That makes sense,” Jin says, “on paper, until you meet one of them. Sorry, y/n.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“It doesn’t make sense, we’re talking decades later now. No account goes back that far,” Yoongi sighs, eyes fixed to his computer screen.

“What about The Academy records, anything?” You throw another balled up piece of paper into the trash can in the corner of the room. Taehyung whines, losing again. You can't stop smiling, finally on a winning streak.

“Working on it,” Yoongi mutters.

“How do they take over a body?”

“We’ve fortunately never been close enough to one for long enough to find out.” Jin says.

“Yoongi was grabbed by one, he came the closest.” Taehyung says.

“So going to spill, a hundred percent, right?”

Yoongi leans back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head. “I honestly can’t remember. It felt like going to sleep. I couldn’t fight against it.” He shakes his head, shaking away the bad memories. “I don’t even know how I got away.”

“You’re welcome.” Taehyung grins, reaching over and patting Yoongi’s shoulder.

“I still don’t believe you saved me.”

“Tannie did all the work,” Taehyung says, lowering his head. “He was the best dog.” And Yoongi agrees, squeezing Taehyung’s hand with his own, in the first time you’ve seen him show affection.

You glance over to Jin who gives you a weak smile.

“I noticed it before everyone else. I guess now it was a blessing, back then it felt like I was really cursed.”

“What do you mean?” you ask Jin.

“Well, family members would bring in their loved ones. The first patients I treated, they just acted like shells of themselves. When I conducted examinations, these marks would always show up. Later the news media called it a symptom of the virus. I’ve never seen a coloration to the skin like that before. It shines and shifts under light, like the colors are moving towards the light!”

“Hmm,” you scribble on the whiteboard, adding what Jin said to the list, “Could that mean they are affected by the sunlight?”

“Bingo. At nighttime we noticed they acted less ‘active.’ But like I said, they are adapting to even that.”

“Tomorrow night I'll search for more supplies, then.”

“It’s dangerous! The new ones affected, they rest just like we do, sleep, ‘recharge,’ whatever it is they do.”

“You said the virus spread quickly in this town. So, there can’t be that many newly infected, right?”

“There’s enough,” Jin frowns.

“Well, we can’t just stay here and starve.”

“Okay, so if it is aliens, what are they trying to accomplish? Finding resources, colonization, what?” you ask. The trio stays silent, looking at one another. “They work like a virus, what is the objective of a virus?”

“To find a host and spread,” Taehyung answers.

You sigh, “Why us?”

“What was it that you said before, Jin? About viruses?”

“Viruses are the primary drivers of human evolution, they create genetic diversity.”

“So what? We are being diversified with alien DNA?” you shudder.

“How do we stop something like that?”

“You need to eat, you need to rest,” Taehyung hands you a tiny bag of chips.

You smile, thanking him. “I would pay half a week’s allowance to smuggle in a bag of these,” you laugh to yourself.

“Tae’s right, take a nap,” Jin says, “You need a heal.”

“Eh I’m fine?”

“You're not, you have...bruises.” Taehyung whispers. “On your back, and there,” he softly lays his hand on your collar.

“Oh, oh,” you laugh at their concerned faces, waving away his hand. “It's, um, from training, I'm used to it. I am fine, really.”

“It's not fine,” Yoongi says, they all saw the dark bruises on your body when Jin inspected you.

“It is!” You can't help but laugh, feeling a bit of comfort from the fact that they are all suddenly so concerned for you.

“Super soldier, remember?” you joke.

“Like waves, you can see the patterns here.” Yoongi points to his screen as you lean over his shoulder, studying the data points.

You turn to Jin. “If what you say is true, that it’s not a virus, that we’re in an invasion, then it’s not just evolving, it’s strategic,” you say.

“Look,” you follow the tiny points with your finger, “It’s a war tactic. The first waves are always the weakest, a sacrifice to the cause. The second wave, more capable, more dangerous, and so on.” Your finger stops at the end of the screen, “What I’m worried about is the next wave.”

---

“You’re so close in rank now!” you point to the top of the student rank board, situated in front of The Academy’s main hallway for everyone to see.

Joon glances over to his place under Jeon Jungkook, scrutinizing the ranks, “Look at that...cool.” He turns to walk away.

“Cool?! Just cool?” You pull him on his shoulders from behind and shake the giant, jumping up and down. “That's amazing, Joon! By the time we graduate you could be number one!”

“Maybe, if I’m not, it's not going to be the end of the world.”

You frown, walking by his side. “You deserve the top spot, you’re smarter than all of us, especially Jeon Jungkook.”

Namjoon laughs. “And Jungkook works harder than all of us combined, he can have it. Plus I'm sure he’s already figuring out ways to double his ranking because of it.” He gives you a wink, and yanks you to the side, quickly pulling you into an empty classroom.

You let Namjoon lift you on a desk, you let him kiss your neck and put his hands under your shirt, you let him explore your body. Of course you’re enjoying it, but you can't reciprocate, still thinking about the rankings and his words, lost in your head.

“Once we graduate, I won’t get to see you anymore.” you sigh, leaning back when he leans forward into you, your legs wrapping tightly around his. It was hard to resist keeping any sort of distance, pulling his body always closer to you, as if Joon were to slip away if you didn't use all your strength to hold him.

He stands up straight, pulling you up too, confusion written all over Namjoon’s usually stoic features. “What makes you think that?”

“You think they’re going to let someone of my rank anywhere near you?” you laugh. “You're on track for Lieutenant with those scores.”

“We all start back at the bottom once we leave here. They’ll keep our class together, we work best as a team.”

You highly doubt it, but you nod your head in agreement, squealing when he lifts you in his arms. He walks to the window, arms locked securely under you, you wrap your arms around his neck, unable to look away from each other, mirroring happy smiles and heated looks.

But something catches the attention of your friend, out in the distance on the academy grounds. You hold on tight as he crouches down with you still in his arms. You try to lean your neck to see what Namjoon sees, what he's taking in with a critical eye. Turning your neck to the point it hurts, you notice a convoy and the familiar polished suit of your father.

“He's back already?” you groan.

“I better go.”

“A quick one? C'mon,” you wiggle in his hold, rock your legs, trying to touch the ground. Kiss his jaw, whisper all the things you could do to him if he just gave in.

Of course he gives in. Of course he's reprimanded later, told off by his superiors. But you never find out about that, of course not.

---

When you wake, you don’t open your eyes, you don’t want to leave your dreams yet, the memories of your best friend still clear in your mind.

Someone is humming. You recognize the low timber. “Care to explain why you’re hovering over me like a sleep paralysis demon?”

You open one eye and Taehyung falls backwards. “Sorry, sorry! I came to get you for breakfast.”

“Well can you not be so weird about it!” you snap, turning on your stomach and burying your face into the old leather headrest. You are not a morning person.

“Sorry!” He apologizes again, unphased by your attitude. “I have a question,” he smiles cheekily, reclining his chair next to yours. “Do all the students at Bangtan look like you?”

“Like me? What do you mean?” you fidget with your clothes, wrinkly and stretched from sleep. “The recruits come from all over the country.” Taehyung nods, staring at you, fixated on your face. “What?” you snap again.

“Bangtan recruits were rumored to be beautiful...”

“Sorry to disappoint you?” you turn over, rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes.

“Disappointed?” You feel his hand on your shoulder, pulling you towards him. You turn to face him. “I'm not disappointed...” he says, small smile pulling at his lips. Taehyung himself is extremely handsome, you noticed it the first time you met, and you start to feel shy under his gaze.

“You think I look beautiful?” You look at him with wide eyes and Taehyung laughs.

“Of course! I think that’s why Yoongi is so awkward around you,” Taehyung snickers.

“Oh. Uh, well, just don’t stare at me while I’m sleeping, I don’t want to accidentally hurt you.” Taehyung nods, grinning.

You notice his new button down, “Purple today? Can I ask you why you wear such bright colors? I thought you were trying to keep a low profile.”

“I rather die than sacrifice my style,” he says dramatically.

“You’re joking!”

“Yeah,” Taehyung grins, “But also, what's the point of all of this if I have to let go of all the things that make me, me?”

You smile back at him and inside you’re wondering what clothes would you choose if you had an option other than the uniform you’ve worn and grown up in.

“Does he normally watch you sleep?” You point to the purple figure following behind you. Yoongi nods unphased, setting up breakfast; dehydrated milk, cereal, and instant coffee.

“He’s just hoping someone will finally cuddle him at night,” Yoongi nudges Taehyung’s shoulder with his own.

“No! I just sleep better when I’m holding something.”

“Learn anything else about the enemy?” You look over Yoongi’s shoulder to his always present laptop, failing to make sense of the code running across the screen.

“You mean the aliens or the government?” Yoongi’s eyes dart over to your side, and you frown at Yoongi’s question.

“You know what!” You snap. It’s still morning.

“Can we please not talk about aliens for a while?” Jin shudders. “At least until after I’ve eaten.”

You roll your eyes, “What’s the first rule of War?”

Taehyung speaks up, lifting his pointer in the air, “Know thy enemy.”

“I think I like Mr. Divinci the most here,” Taehyung smiles wide, running his hand through his unruly hair. You cock your head to the side, watching him, “And the best looking too-”

“WHAT?!” Jin yells. Yoongi rolls his eyes. You keep your laughter in, feeling not as cranky anymore.

---

“Have you ever heard of the term a watched pot never boils?”

“Have you ever heard of the term, we all could die if you don’t hurry the fuck up?” you counter.

“I’ve heard that a lot actually.”

You groan, spinning your chair around in a circle, bored. Yoongi sits next to you, looking through more files, going over old footage of the academy grounds, trying to find the recruit you mentioned, but something is not adding up. He pulls up the blueprints to Bangtan Academy, going over it again. “How many floors is the Academy?”

“Five floors, why?”

“Including the basement?”

“There’s no basement.”

“There’s something underground.”

“I’ve been through every inch of The Academy since I was a little girl, there’s no basement.”

Yoongi pulls up the last remaining footage he could find of recruit Jung, an elevator ride he takes with two soldiers the night they went missing. “Have you been in that elevator?” On screen it looked like every other elevator inside the academy.

He reaches over for his tablet, points to the blueprint. The elevator closest to the Headmaster’s office, yes, you’ve been inside it hundreds of times before. You replay back the footage over again.

“Can you pull up the footage before then? When he first leaves the far wing.” You follow Hoseok, throat clenching at how scared he looks on camera, you can tell even if his face stayed scrunched up in a frown by the way he flinches every once and while, his eyes darting back and forth. You follow the blueprint as Hoseok walks the Academy hallways.

“Look, he turns right…there,” you say as the angle shifts to a new camera.

Yoongi reverses the footage again, “To get on the elevator-”

“No, not that elevator,” you point to the blueprints. “He goes right. There!” You point to the spot next to the headmaster's elevator.

“There’s nothing there.”

“Well, he went through it. Is there another angle of that spot?” You think back to every single time you crossed that hall, used that elevator to visit your father, thinking back onto every single occasion, over and over. Had there been a moment when you noticed something to your right? The familiar brick and iron jumps out in your mind. Could there have been a door, maybe?

You think back and back, reliving your childhood, thinking of an old memory, a group of men, Sergeants, standing in that spot on one occasion. They didn’t enter the elevator with you, but they were waiting there, ‘for what?’ your younger self had thought.

“There’s a door there,” you say confidently, “It’s not on the map, but it’s there.”

Yoongi replays the elevator footage. “They’re going down, not up.”

You watch it one, two, three more times. It’s too short of a ride to get to the top floor, where the Headmaster’s office resides. Yoongi also pulls up footage from the second floor, the third floor, and fourth floor, where no one exits the elevator during that time.

“There has to be more camera footage.”

“If there is, the feed is behind an insane amount of encrypted security.”

“There’s no way to hack it?”

“I didn’t say that,” Yoongi smirks.

“Thank you!” You hug him from behind, excited to finally have some answers.

“Alright, let me work,” he grunts, “get me something to drink.”

---

“Do you really think Tae is the most attractive?”

“Hmm. I don’t know, Yoongi is growing on me, when he isn’t frowning he’s pretty cute,” you laugh.

Jin laughs. “You know, I’ve been told I’m handsome on many occasions,” he clears his throat. You place your hand over your mouth, scrutinizing his profile, laughing when he looks over at you shyly. “When I was young, I was scouted for Bangtan just on my looks.”

“Really?” You’re surprised, though you could see how him alongside the rest of your class, fitting in perfectly. “So what happened?”

“I had the right physical proportions as a candidate...I, um, lacked in other areas,” he admitted. You remembered the grueling tests you performed as a child under the watchful eye of your father. Some tests you performed over and over again, past physical torment, until you were emotionally exhausted, and if it were not for his constant scrutiny you would have certainly given up.

“Consider yourself lucky, that you weren’t picked,” you smile.

“I’m sorry. You escaped probably hoping for something better. I’m sorry you’ve been thrown into this.”

“Hmm, this is not so bad,” you smile wide, “being here with you guys. I’m glad I found you.”

“Me too.”

“But you know we can’t stay here forever?” You turn your body towards Jin. He hums in agreement. “At least let me go out to get more food, it should be easy now that quarantine has started.”

Jin looks out the window, watching the stars. “I’m scared.”

“You don’t have to go-”

“I’m scared something is going to happen to you.” Every time they worry about you, you can’t help but giggle over it. “I’m serious!”

“I know! I know, it’s just funny,” you laugh, “It’s cute.”

Jin stills. “So your friend, Namjoon, he seems really protective of you,” he asks, studying your reaction.

“Hmm? Yeah, I guess so, he’s always been like that. We grew up together at The Academy.”

“So you like him?”

You let out an incredulous laugh. “Like him? We’re just friends!” You silence the voice inside your head that reminds you of all the times you’ve wished Namjoon had asked you to be his girlfriend, all the times you’ve kissed and fondled each other. “Namjoon is…one of the top cadets in our class. We’re close, but, him and I are on different paths.” You try not to sound sad.

“If I had been accepted, we might have been close,” he says.

You laugh, “Maybe...” you think about how the other recruits avoid you like the plague. “You probably would have been closer with Joon,” you giggle, imagining someone like Jin beating Joon in combat. You look over, catching Jin’s eyes and for the first time in awhile you feel a stir of emotions, familiar to only one person.

“To be honest, Joon is really the only person I’ve…” you swallow, starting over, “…he’s the only friend I have.”

“That’s not true, you have us.”

You watch him, stilling as he leans over. Softly, Jin kisses you.

You never experienced a kiss like that. Delicate, tender, and timid. You didn’t know how to react. He moved his lips against yours again, still achingly gentle, until you pull away, stunned.

“What was that, doctor?”

“I guess if the world is about to end, I shouldn’t hold myself back from what I want,” his eyes travel down to watch your lips part in surprise, “and I really wanted to kiss you.”

All the air escapes you as you absorb Jin’s words. “That was you...not holding back?” you ask and cock your head to the side in challenge.

“I guess you have a point,” he mutters, pulling you in, hand cradling your neck, a deep kiss with tenderness that again leaves you speechless. It was the first time you kissed someone other than Namjoon. It was the first time you felt really wanted not just for your body. You tried not to become emotional over it, but you couldn't stop the tears from surfacing.

“Y/n? I-I’m sorry, I-”

“No! No, don’t stop, Jin. Please, keep going.”

“Are you su-” you nod quickly, pulling him into another kiss. You tried to savor the way he felt, you realized how rushed you and Joon had always been, how straight to the point. Jin took his time, moved against your lips with purpose. And you realized, right now, you had all the time in the world.

Eventually, you move closer, hiking your leg over his lap, sitting over him, following his lead. Your hands carded through his hair and held the back of his head as he craned his neck back, when you kiss him eagerly he rolls his tongue inside your mouth and slows you down again, until you’re panting, moaning, breathless against his lips, opening your legs wider to press down closer to Jin’s body.

His large hands stills your hips, “We s-should get back, before they start looking for us,” he grunts, steadying his breathing.

“Is that what you want?”

Jin runs his thumb over your lip, swollen from kissing him, shaking his head no. It was all you needed before you reached for the zipper of his pants.

You watch as Jin falls apart under you, his mouth opening in a silent moan when you grip his length, brows furrowed in concentration like the first time you met, this time concentrating on the pleasure you were giving him.

The way he let his composure go for you was even more arousing to watch, encouraged you to lower your head, sucking his length into your mouth.

“Oh my god,” he whispered and grunted your name until you felt the familiar swell of his arousal, until his thighs tensed and he filled your mouth. When you finally let him go, satisfied, meeting his eyes again, Jin looked at you with newly revigorated passion, surprising you once again.

He kisses you with more intensity, crushing his lips into yours. A roughness that made you weak. Even if your heart had craved that tenderness he had originally given you, the roughness of Jin’s touches was what excited you. You couldn't help yourself, falling back into old habits, rutting into his lap and shuddering as he presses his fingers deep into your center, tangling your fingers in his hair and yanking his head back hard, gushing over his fingers as he watches your mouth go slack, eyes roll back, holding your cheek tenderly in his other hand.

You didn’t want tenderness, you didn’t know what you wanted anymore, everything felt confusing and different, your mind was reeling, you tried to focus, but your thoughts betrayed you, and even though you moaned Jin’s name, the person you thought about was frustratingly already gone from your life, and you cursed his name silently, wishing you could let Joon go.

---

After that night, you did your best to never stay alone with just one man. Before, you never had to worry about feeling...sexually frustrated. Namjoon was always willing and ready for you. Now, being stuck in confined quarters with three exceptionally attractive men, who don’t ignore you like the recruits in your class, who treat you with care and attention, more than even Joon used to, you are more pent up than ever.

You don’t trust yourself alone around them, you don’t want to embarrass yourself again. You cringe thinking of what the doctor must think of you after you threw yourself at him. So, you made sure to keep your distance unless you had company from more than one man. Except for the hacker, who you knew had no interest in you. That was until-

“What are you doing?!”

“Nothing! Leave!” Yoongi yells, doubling over, covering his apparent boner.

“T-That was...Joon...and me. You pervert!”

“Fuck, go!” Yoongi is hastily pulling his pants over his hard dick, and you can't help but laugh.

“No.” You cross your arms and stare at him, “Is this why you haven’t found the basement footage yet? Too busy jerking it off to me, are you?” you nag. “You’ve been such an ass this entire time, go figure,” you mutter, looking Yoongi up and down.

“M-Maybe if you didn’t do it everywhere!” he yells, mortified you caught him jerking off, and completely horror stricken you caught him watching a sex video of you.

“Oh, so now it's my fault you’re a pervert!” You could tell how embarrassed he was and it filled you with a certain satisfaction watching him squirm under your glare, his face and ears red with shame. “Well?”

“W-Well, w-what?!”

“Apologize. ‘I’m sorry y/n, for getting turned on watching you have sex, wasting everyone’s time with my dirty habits-’”

Yoongi regrets ever looking at your escapades, hands covering his face, unwilling to look you in the eye. He has seen way more of you and that supposed ‘friend’ of yours than just that one tape, in every angle, in every position, fuck, how was he supposed to avoid it when you were always doing it!? “Oh, you must be loving this...”

You laugh, “Why would I? I just find it funny that you give me such a hard time meanwhile, you are spending your time being hard for me. I am shocked. And appalled. I feel violated.” You muster your best pout.

Yoongi scoffs, “Yeah, right.”

“Where's my apology? I’m waiting.”

“I’m sorry,” he grits out.

You roll your eyes, “So annoying, even your apologies piss me off,” you mumble, falling into his chair, reopening the laptop.

You remember that day, Namjoon fucked you in the South staircase before class. The echoes in that staircase were so loud, you and Namjoon could tell exactly which floor students entered on, it became a game to screw until the exact moment where you knew they would be able to see the two of you. You sighed, frowning at the footage.

“Not your boyfriend, huh?” Yoongi mutters.

“No,” you sigh, watching Joon press you up against the stairwell. You haven’t seen him since the video call fiasco, and you haven’t seen him like this in ages. Fuck, you missed him now more than ever.

“What?! Stop staring at me, I feel like you're undressing me with your eyes.” you glare at Yoongi. “Pervert.”

“Slut.”

You glare at him unphased. “Yeah so? You were cumming to me, the slut. Or...were you cumming to Joon?”

Yoongi reached for your throat, reacting out of anger and…another feeling he did not want to admit to himself. He kept one hand across your neck, the other pulling the back of your hair. He shamefully knew everything you liked, watched everything Joon did to you. He was angry, guilty, and frustrated, and also...wanted to see you react like the videos he couldn’t stop himself from watching, watch your mouth open invitingly and your eyes glaze over in lust in front of him. “...you…like this.”

You reach for his pants, squeezing his dick, and by how hard he is again already, you know he likes it too.

“Hey! Oh, what? Whoa, what?!” Taehyung walks in, eyes widening at the pair of you, and you quickly release one another. “Are y-you okay?” he asks as you brush past him, grabbing his wrist to pull him along.

“Yeah, yeah, where’s Jin?”

---

You should have probably been avoiding Yoongi the most now, but-

You knock loudly against the open door to Yoongi’s makeshift room, “This is y/n, I am coming inside now!”

“You don’t have to that every single time, you know,” Yoongi grunts, annoyed.

“Just making sure you have time to make yourself decent,” you smirk, draping yourself over his shoulder, watching his computer program work through numbers and patterns faster than you can keep up. Yoongi rolls his eyes. Are you ever going to let Yoongi live that down? Nah, not when it greatly amuses you to know the hacker might have a thing for you. And well, it kind of feels good to know you are desirable after all these years.

“What do you want? Go make heart eyes at Jin.”

You roll his seat away from the computer and unceremoniously plop yourself onto his lap. “He’s busy, so I’m stuck looking at you. Any luck?” You lean against your palm bored, watching the hacker’s computer go through script after script as it tries to unlock a certain program titled Project 134340.

Yoongi sighs. Leaning the seat back, letting his cap fall over his eyes, adjusting his hips with your weight now directly over his crotch, trying to ignore you.

“Hey, are you sleeping?!”

“Yeah, it will notify me if something changes. No sense in staring at it all day.” He tucks his arms behind his head. You groan, leaning back too.

“What are you doing?” He looks at you from the corner of his eye as you make yourself comfortable, body on top of him.

You cross your arms over your chest, “Waiting, why? Should I give you some alone time,” you raise your eyebrow at him.

While going through months of surveillance, Yoongi has gotten a grasp of Academy life, the endless drills and tests and hectic schedules of each trainees. He also noticed something in particular about you. The way you always seem to be alone, almost invisible to everyone around you. If you weren’t with Namjoon, you weren’t with anyone.

You had a good poker face, Yoongi noticed, when you were around him watching footage of Jung Hoseok and his friends, but he could tell the tiny shift in your demeanor, as you watched sullen and envious of the cadets hanging out together.

He also noticed something about your friend, Namjoon, but until he finds out more he’ll keep his speculations to himself. What he knows for certain is, your life at The Academy was something he did not envy. In the beginning he thought you were a naive trainee, another brainwashed tool for the government. However, you were constantly arguing with your instructors and reprimanded in class. You were barely in class half the time! You seemed to do everything in your power to break the rules and regulations. Catching those glimpses into your life not only amused him, but it made him realize he was blaming you for something out of your control. You seemed miserable at Bangtan. Then you ran away, now literally fallen onto his lap. And here, you seemed happier, lighter, even if you were being annoying about it...

He rests his hands on both sides of your hips, “If you aren’t going to leave then be quiet and let me rest.”

You scoff and resist the urge to wiggle your body and rile Yoongi up any further, closing your eyes too.

---

“We have a problem.”

You stop sparring with Taehyung and Jin, both who fall to the ground winded, thankful for the interruption. You’ve been trying to reach the trio every fighting technique you knew.

“What’s wrong?” Jin asks between harsh breaths.

“You boy friend is smarter than I gave him credit for.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means, we need to leave, NOW.”

“Fuck! Okay. She can’t wear that. She looks like a soldier. It’s a dead give away.” Jin says, “Yoongi give her some new clothes.”

“Why is it always me?” He grabs your hand, pulling you to his room. “Hurry up!” He starts packing, throwing a shirt and sweats over to you.

He quickly turns around while you undress. He pulls off his hoodie, cheeks flushed, “Here, wear this too.” You reach for his hoodie. “Put on a goddamn shirt on first!”

You groan. “Nipples are normal you know. You have nipples.”

“Shut up, and hurry up.”

“Your mom has nipples,” you continue, smirking.

Yoongi throws his pack over his shoulder. “We don’t have time for your smart mouth,” he grabs your hand again in a crushing grip.

“How much time?”

“Not enough,” Yoongi says, desperate.

“Then we need a distraction.”

“Leave it to me, I’m the one they want. I’ll find you guys again. Or you’ll find me,” you look at Yoongi and you point to the sky.

“I don’t like this,” Jin says, worried and unconvinced.

“I will be fine, don’t forget to start the generators,” you push them towards the exit. They run out the back, one by one. Yoongi, the last one, turns to you.

“I won’t let you out of my sight.”

“I know.” You hug him goodbye and let him pull you into a crushing kiss, mouth devouring yours suddenly. “Go, once the lights come on, we’ll have more to worry about.”

“We have the place surrounded.”

“Isn’t this too much, dad?”

“Cadet y/l/n you have gone AWOL from duty, put yourself and others in danger, wasted our time and resources, broken countless academy rules. Come down here and face your punishment.”

‘Come on generators, kick in,’ you silently plead, walking slowly outside. ‘Give me one last hurrah.’

“Take her.”

In that moment, the entire factory lights up, the grounds bathed in high florescent light, machine noises whirling to life. ‘Perfect timing.’

You run back into the building with soldiers on your tail. You run through the machinery, knocking as many things into their path as you can, heading for the backdoors. Once you make it outside, more soldiers are advancing towards you, coming from both sides. There's so many, too many, you hadn't expected your father to bring the entire damned military to capture you, soldiers to your left, to your right, at your back, closing in.

So you run forward, headed to the cliff straight ahead. You have no choice but to well, throw yourself off it.

You’re not sure how long it takes for you to wake up, but when you finally come to, you hear men yelling, headed towards you, coming closer and closer. You stumble up to your feet, running through the woods, pulling Yoongi’s hood up to cover your face, protect yourself from twigs and branches, stumbling over roots and trees, jumping over logs.

You’re quick, light on your feet, you run and run farther away from yelling, and screaming, and gunshots. Wait, what are they shooting at? You run from that too.

You run straight into a body, spinning and falling to the ground from the impact.

“Namjoon?!”

“Y/n!” He runs for you. In your dizzy jumbled mind, you think he might hug you, but he grabs you around the waist instead, pulling you off your feet and into the air.

He’s taking you back to your father. “Let me go! Joon, no, no, no!” You had wanted a hug, you had wished for a hug, not this.

You kick wildly, you find footing on a a tree and kick as hard as you can into it, knocking Namjoon and you down to the ground. But his grip hasn’t lessened in the slightest and he rolls on top of you, crushing you into twigs and leaves to the point where it feels like you’re suffocating.

“What the hell is going on with you? ”Joon is just as winded as you, barely able to hold his head up, chin digging into your shoulder blade. “Stop! Stop struggling.”

“Let go,” you heave, trying fruitlessly to flip your positions. “I can’t trust you.”

“I’m the only one you should trust,” he grunts, tightening his hold. You flounder like a dying fish in his arms, your vision spotting.

“Please let me go. Let me go, Joon.” You start to cry. His embrace is merciless, painful. You feel sick and hurt and unheard.

“No,” he stammers, “We’re going back to the academy. I’ll explain everything once you’re safe.”

You can only continue to beg him as you hear the men closing in

“Over here!”

“No, no!” you cry louder, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You still had Jin’s knife.

“We’re over here!”

You plunge the knife into Namjoon’s leg. He screams in agony and lets you go. You scramble away, jumping to your feet. As quick as you stood you fell again, dizzy and weak.

“Y/n. Don’t...Don’t go,” he mutters to himself. He looks so hurt, so sad, and it’s your fault. You can’t leave him.

You stumble back over to him. Pulling his belt off, you use it as a tunicate, looping it tight around his thigh. “Don’t move, Joon, you’ll be okay-”

But instead, he grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking you back to the ground. You wail in pain, pulling the knife out of his leg, and he screams again, releasing you. Your fingers dig into the earth, pulling your body away, and this time you don’t look back, you can’t, because it would surely break every will you have to leave.

But you’re already surrounded, bodies coming from all sides. flashlights, aimed right at you and Joon.

“Shit, get him off of her.”

You recognize that voice. “J-Jin?!”

The doctor and hacker struggle to hold Namjoon while Taehyung pulls you to your feet, placing your arm over his shoulder.

“He's wounded, don't hurt him!”

“I h-have to bring you back to your father. I h-have to. I'm sorry!” his voice breaks, Namjoon pleads with you, eyes begging you to listen.

Jin holds the taser to Namjoon's throat and Yoongi rushes to your side, “C’mon, we need to leave now.” Yoongi and Taehyung pull you away.

“Jin, don’t hurt him, don’t hurt him!”

Jin makes sure he can no longer see or hear you before he turns to the broken recruit, “Help me help you.”

---

“We have to get out of this forest!” Yoongi hisses, looking around frantically for a clearing.

“Where’s Jin?!”

“T-This is all my fault.”

“Who’s t-there?!” Taehyung whimpers.

“A soldier,” you swallow, noticing the familiar uniform.

“…It’s not a soldier anymore.”

“His eyes...” you whisper, noticing the way his eyes seemed to...glow. In the darkness, his irises are lighter and shining.

“Run! Hide!” Yoongi grabs you by the collar, shoving you towards a different direction. The men take off, but you can't, you can't run away, not when the soldier is seemingly ignoring you, and running for Taehyung.

The soldier is incredibly fast, he grabs Taehyung before you can catch up, hoovering above him, hand covering his face. He goes limp in the soldier’s hold.

You grab the soldier's jacket, yanking him backward, but he doesn't budge, and slams your body into the ground, other hand across your own face, fingers digging into your skull. You kick and shriek, the pressure in your head from his hold feels like tiny needles piercing your brain, your body buzzes in pain.

Then the buzzing intensifies. You feel everything shake. A splitting headache blurs your vision. When the shaking stops, the buzzing stops. You rip his hand away from you, you feel dizzy and lightheaded and taste and smell copper and grass.

When your vision finally clears all you see is red, everything is red. Everything. The soldier’s face is no longer there. Instead there is red…blood and chunks.

You still feel dizzy. Taehyung’s voice, vague and distant, is calling your name. Hands pull you up and you feel the world spin and turn and you think you’re going to be sick.

Taehyung is pulling your limp body towards the clearing, and once fresh air hits your skin, adrenaline kicks in and you stand up abruptly in his arms. “W-What happened?”

“I don’t think you want to know...”

Of course you want to know, you need to know. Everything feels shaky. Not the trembling buzzing you felt before, but a sway, like boat, you tumble to the ground, and Taehyung lifts you in his arms again before you black out.

When you come to, your head is still splitting, your entire body feels sliced in half, broken. You lean against Taehyung’s back as he sprints impressively while carrying you. “W-What is going on?” you groan.

The next thing you know you're chest deep in freezing cold water.

You shiver and hold onto Taehyung, wincing in pain.

“We're okay.” Taehyung sounds unconvinced, his voice trembling. “You're going to have to dunk your head, okay? I'll help you.”

Under water you start to come to your senses. In the cold dark silence, you think about the pool drills you participated in back in the academy’s gymnasium. If you closed your eyes you could see Jimin's face so clearly it was like you time traveled right back to where you were, before the helicopters, the screeching, the terror, the fight with Namjoon, everything.

You didn't want to resurface. You rather think about the clear aquamarine water of the academy's pool instead of this murky lake, the blood washing off your body, staining the water red.

Taehyung's hands delicately help you wash off the chunks of flesh and dirt and grime. You hold your breath until your lungs burn, until you see a phantom figure of Jimin going up for air. You then pull yourself from your trance like state and resurface before your mind is gone forever.

You break the water's surface with tears in your eyes. Taehyung wades next to you, holding you tightly, shivering along with you. Neither of you want to let go of one another. You hear movement on the lake's bank, look over briefly and recognize the hacker's clothes.

“I know you’re not going to like this,” Taehyung whispers into your hair, hugging you tight, “Yoongi says we have to head towards Bangtan Academy.”

You laugh weakly against Taehyung’s shoulder.

---

So many words (editing this was a bitch) ;O; Did it make sense? I’ll let you in on a secret...Yoongi and y/n totally did it >_>

#bts smut #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #namjoon x reader #yoongi x reader #seokjin x reader #jin x reader #taehyung x reader #bts apocalypse au #bts dystopian au #bts fantasy au #bts x reader #seokjin smut #jin smut #namjoon smut #namjoon angst

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Jungkook: Bunny Boy

Genre: AU, fantasy, street fighter Jungkook, featuring Jimin and Taehyung

Warning: violence, anxiety

Word Count: 4.4k

Summary: This offshoot of A Very Tragic Boy with Enormous Wings follows a homo-oryctolagus, a boy with antlers, and a boy with wings. They get into a bit of trouble and only one of the three can get them out of it.

photo credit: merimask on etsy (go look their masks are super cool)

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As the bottom tip of the sun dips below the tops of office buildings, casting the street around me in a golden haze, I pull the hem of the beanie down lower over my ears. It muffles everything and makes me slightly uncomfortable, but it helps to not draw attention. I have to get to the wharf before the sun goes down.

My hands push deeper into my pockets, hiding the dark symbols inked onto my palms as a group of humans walks by. I can just make out their voices. Stocks and gas prices, Janice at the office, bad coffee, and other mundane things. I scoff, tuning out. Wouldn’t it be nice if my biggest problem was “running out of the good creamer.”

I find Hoseok on his boat just before he usually shuts down and I can see his familiar horse ears flick toward me. Hopefully he’s willing to make one more trip.

“Take me across?” I keep my voice low, soft. It’s natural for my fauna species, but it’s also common sense to not startle a homo-equus.

“Tattoos please?” he arches an eyebrow warily.

“Oh c’mon, you’ve ferried me at least like ten times-”

“Tattoos please,” his tone gets firmer. I pull my hands from my pockets and splay my palms face up. Hoseok nods, probably less for my benefit than his. “Alright hop on.”

Hop. I can’t tell if he’s being ironic.

“So what brings you to the Hive huh?” Hoseok starts untethering the small speed boat. There’s only a small bit of humor in his voice, “How’d Namjoon indoctrinate you?”

I shrug, stepping onto the boat beside him, feeling it sway with my momentum. I hate water, namely because I never really learned how to swim.

“He didn’t do anything. I haven’t met him yet.”

“Then how did you get in?”

I take a seat, gripping the edge of the plastic chair with white knuckles. I’ve done this before. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I clear my throat, responding as quietly as the muffled warm wind and lapping of waves allow, “A friend.”

“Fauna?”

“Yeah. Homo-cervidae.”

Hoseok pauses as he reaches for the key in the ignition, “Would his name happen to be Taehyung?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Is your name Jungkook?”

“Yeah… why?” I repeat.

“Let me see them,” Hoseok turns around, leaning against the wheel, a glint in his eyes.

I sigh and lift the beanie from my head, feeling the sounds of the world flood back into my senses as my ears unfold, perking up.

“They are so-”

“Don’t you dare say ‘cute.’”

Hoseok’s eyes get large as he swallows the rest of his sentence. He coughs before continuing, “I was going to say… rabbity.”

“Nice save,” I laugh lightly, but the sound is cut short.

“So, bad news is I can’t take you across now.”

My whole body tenses with mild anxiety. Deep breaths. I bite the inside of my cheek to ground myself, make my heartbeat stop hammering in all of my pulse points. At times like these, being a homo-oryctolagus is very off-putting. Everything frightens me, even just minor inconveniences like when things don’t go according to plan.

“Why not?”

“Taehyung wanted me to tell you he found another one.”

“Another what?”

“Opponent. For a fight. The warehouse. Tonight.”

My throat pinches, limbs suddenly a bit heavy, “But I just-”

Hoseok raises his arms in mock surrender, “Don’t shoot the messenger, brother. But I’m gonna have to ask you to get off the boat.”

As the sun dips below the horizon, I backtrack, away from the wharf. It’s a shame. I’d been looking forward to sleeping on a mattress. My feet take me toward my destination on auto pilot, hands clenching and unclenching to get rid of the nerves.

“It’ll be fine. You’ll be fine,” I tell myself. “You know what you’re doing. How many times have you done this?”

Too many.

I find Taehyung outside with a few other fauna species and some humans, his still rounded antlers sticking out above the small crowd. He’s holding a notebook, likely taking bets. He spots me easily, even with the beanie carefully replaced on my head.

“My boy! Get over here,” he waves animatedly. “The star of my show. How are you?”

I weave my way to him, fighting a frown, “How do you think I am?”

“Right. I’m sorry it’s last minute, but Namjoon needs the money. We’re running out of food- okay I know. I heard you and I’ve got it written down- which as you know, is kinda important,” my friend swings around, almost smacking a human as he confirms the total for a bet. A bet on me.

I cringe.

“So head on inside- yes this is him, Bunny Boy himself. Yes! He is very big. So bet on him- Jimin is waiting for you on the far side of the ring.”

Bunny Boy.

I used to like Taehyung. I used to trust him blindly, put him on a pedestal for his “innocence” and loyalty. I used to believe in Namjoon’s cause too. Now all I see is someone who abuses his friends for the “greater good” and a place that traps people who have nowhere else to go. At least we’re making our money less illegally.

Shouts and conversations are muffled through my beanie, though I vaguely register the calling of my stage name coupled with friendly, familiar pats on the back. Usually, I would try to reciprocate the warm welcome, but today I’m too tired for this.

Tired of secrets, of sneaking around when I’m only trying to better my life, and especially of being shunned for past mistakes. I want to leave the Hive. But I just can’t seem to get out. The hope is there though, and it always will be. I subconsciously reach up and touch the place where I know it sits, the yellow tag. I can feel the plastic poking against my head and the soft, sensitive skin of my ear, especially with the beanie sitting on top of it.

The memories flash behind my eyelids. A family, somewhere in the most distant reaches of my mind. A truck, big arms that wrapped around such a little body. Claws. I cried. I was so, so afraid. The mill, the shop, the cages. A beautiful homo-felis, white ears and a white tail, probably a Siberian breed, a fellow commodity. He shared his food with me, at least, the parts I could eat. I had been so young then. He was older and he promised that if he was bought first, he would come back for me. He did.

Not knowing even vaguely in what direction my family and home were, we ran together until we couldn’t run any more. I had gotten sick. And that’s when Taehyung had found us and promised a safe haven. I haven’t seen the homo-felis since. I can hardly remember what he looks like. I can’t even remember his name, but we share the yellow tag. And it gives me the courage I need to face the ring and to eventually leave the Hive, which is just another prison, another cage- only with a little more legroom.

I drop my hand, but I can still feel the plastic there. I don’t need to be afraid. I am strong now and I’ll never let it happen again.

I shoulder my way through the crowd until I spot another familiar face. Well, not a face, but a set of mite infested, shaggy wings. They’re peppered gray and are the only set in the warehouse. I would bet my life on it.

“Jimin,” I call out and he immediately turns around, a smile brightening his expression.

“Jungkookie!” he waves me over and greets me with a headlock, pulling off my beanie and ruffling the hair between my ears as I struggle. His wings feebly yet playfully beat, sending a few feathers floating into the crowd. He lets me go. “How are you feeling?”

“Nervous,” I admit, not seeing why I should lie to the one person I still consider to be my friend.

“Just do your best,” Jimin says as he unzips my jacket carefully and pushes it off my shoulders. He throws it on a bench, along with my beanie. “Alright, you know the drill. Shirt and shoes off. Get yourself warmed up.”

I excuse myself and step off to the side to stretch and limber up. I can’t help but idly search for my competition, but no one sticks out in the crowd. Taehyung is the one who comes to retrieve me.

He gives me a fervently excited smile, “Okay Bunny Boy-”

“Don’t call me that.”

He talks over my comment, “So don’t be scared, it’s just some kind of homo-felis, a leopard species I think. Don’t know the exact term…”

My chest clenches slightly, “You want me to fight a felis?”

“Yeah, I know you can do it,” Taehyung gives my shoulder a solid punch, making my fists instinctively shoot into a ready position. He just laughs. “See? Reflexes like lightening. Easy knock out.”

“Is he throwing it?”

Taehyung snorts, clearly amused, “No, but you’re gonna kick her ass.”

Her? A girl? They want me to fight a girl? I glance over at the ring again, but no one sticks out from the mixed throng of humans and fauna.

“Am I throwing it?”

“What did I just say? No you’re not throwing the fight,” he says as he drops his backpack from one shoulder, pulling out my knuckle guards. It’s a thin layer of foam meant more to protect my fingers than my opponent. He also retrieves worn bandages for my hands and wrists.

He continues as he wraps, “Just remember to be light on your feet and don’t let her get in your head. You’re stronger so rely on that-”

“I know,” I roll my shoulders as he switches hands, wrapping and then strapping on the guard.

“Power behind those punches, knocker her out quick so we can give Namjoon some cash, and I’ll take you and Jiminie out for ice cream later.”

“Can we afford that?”

“If you win, absolutely. And no pressure, but I’ve got a lot of money on you.”

Excitement outweighs the fear for a moment. It’s been so long since I’ve had something fun to eat. As I’m one of the main sources of income for the Hive, I’m unfortunately one of the first priorities when being fed, which means it’s always nutritional and purposeful. Coupled with the fact that my only responsibilities are working out and participating fights, it’s made me a tank physically. I hate it. I hate fighting. But it’s the only thing I know how to do.

“Oh ew, is that a flea?” Taehyung backs away with a grimace. “Make sure you do something about that. My rack is almost ready to start peeling so I’ll have to go in soon and I’m not letting them put that awful medicine on me again.”

Right, he’s getting them removed- no, not “removed.” He sheds them. Taehyung is one of the lucky ones. He can sell his antlers for a sum of money and those grow back. I’d once seen a homo-oryctolagus, a fauna like me, that had donated his ears. All that was left were stubs.

“Alright, let’s get you in the ring and I’ll find the announcer.”

“The ring” is everyone’s over glorified term for a tight circle in the middle of the warehouse’s concrete floor, marked off by tape. There are still bloodstains from the last time I fought. Shelves, barrels, and crates that might be empty block the immediate view from any entrance and flickering florescent lights give the area a grossly cliched atmosphere. I step beyond the tape line, still stretching my arms, still eyeing the crowd for my opponent. All I know is that she’s a girl and a homo-felis. Very helpf- I know immediately when I see her.

She’s small, barely coming up to my shoulders, and lean, yet probably weighs little over half of what I do. She’s also a high percent fauna, probably in the upper eighties, even low nineties. She is unmistakably feline with whiskers protruding from the skin near her lips and above her eyebrows, a wide pink nose pressed close to her face, fangs poking from between her thin, black lips, and flat furry ears flicking around in a mop of short, fur like hair. Spots pepper the skin that I can see, stark black on pale cream that visibly cover her back, legs, arms, and neck. The most uncanny thing is her eyes, they are too human and pierce through me like needles.

Like those of us that are less than fifty percent fauna, she would generally be rejected by society. It’s probably why she ended up here.

I do note that she is not wearing knuckle guards, which tells me she probably won’t be using her fists. Smart. She wouldn’t have the stopping power to knock me out that way. My attention travels back to her fangs and I briefly wonder if she has claws.

The girl stalks forward into the ring, barely three meters away, the tip of her long tail twitching.

My fauna prey instincts have me on high alert, nerves frayed, fight or flight instinct itching. We haven’t even started and she’s already in my head. The world around me fades, the chattering of the crowd dims to a whisper until all I can hear is the thundering of my heart.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths…

My fists clench around the bandages and the straps of the pads. Don’t succumb to your prey instincts. You are above them.

I almost go rigid and sprint when I feel the hands on me, but then I realize they’re only patting me down and checking for mods. They’ll be doing the same thing to her. Between my fingers and toes, over my sweatpants, in my hair and ears- which feel hot and sensitive from stress.

“…Bunny Boy from the Hive- much deadlier than his name makes it seem, I promise. He’s got a knockout count of thirty seven with a kill count of one,” the announcer’s familiar voice breaches the fog of fear in my mind. It’s my brain recognizing something familiar and knowing it’s leading to a fight. It knows I have to pay attention. “And Bengie from… where are you from, sweetie?”

The announcer, a homo-taurus, towers over the leopard girl, bulky build even making me look small in comparison. His bull horns are long, voice booming, and while he has a gentle temperament most of the time I know from personal experience that one kick from his hooves can knock someone out cold.

“Up north a bit,” the girl practically purrs, voice soft, almost childlike. I suddenly wonder how old she is. “We call ourselves the Pride and are more of a nomadic group than a… well built establishment like your infamous Hive. Knockout count two.”

She stares directly at me and a chill runs down my spine.

“Kill count seventeen.”

Those numbers mean nothing. That’s what I tell myself. What if she’d been in fifty fights? A hundred? I’ve only lost three times. Those numbers mean nothing. But then I see it in her eyes, the glint of murder.

It’s not uncommon for fauna to enter fight rings, publicly, legally, or illegally. Humans and other species find it entertaining and so it is fairly lucrative. I, however, dislike the thought of having people tear each other limb from limb for a show. Yet here I am. Ironic and so terribly hypocritical.

Deep breaths.

“Okay rules are simple,” the announcer’s voice booms, causing me to spook. I can usually control trembling here, in the ring. But this girl, Bengie, she sees right through me. “Stay inside the lines and stop if I say so. Because you came here knowing the stakes, all fighting tactics are fair game. On my count.”

I get into a defensive stance, arms up, ready to block, not quite knowing how she’ll try to attack but knowing she will.

“Three.”

I glance at Taehyung with his velvety antlers. This better pay for everything. So last minute and against a homo-felis, a predator. I feel bitter, but not resentful. He was my friend- is my friend, but I’ll never trust him the way I did before.

“Two.”

I glance at Jimin with his peppered gray wings, down feathers plucked to sell for pillows and flight feathers tattered from lack of use and proper care. I wish I could do something to help him. He’s a kind person who shouldn’t be here either.

“One.”

It’ll be fine. I’ll be fine.

“Fight!”

My mind processes everything in a second, all in one look. Bengie’s position, footing, the tightening of her muscles. I can visualize her movements. She’s going to jump left. My prey instincts kick in and I dodge right. Her movements are fluid and she lands without a misstep.

“C’mon, Bunny Boy, where are those punches I’ve heard so much about?” she purrs. “Come hit me.”

I’m not conflicted about hitting a girl. She chose to be here. She knows the consequences of stepping into the ring. Really, I’m hesitating because I don’t want to get close. I’d be willing to bet she’s going to rely on teeth and claws and with seventeen deaths to her name, I’m not willing to take chances and mess around.

I don’t respond, blood roaring in my ears. She pounces again, and again. Gotta think on my feet. I have to be appreciative for that extra homo-oryctolagus bounce in my step. Still, Bengie is fast. It’s almost as if we’re dancing- though this waltz sends pins and needles of fear into all of my nerves.

“Hit me,” she hisses as the crowd starts to boo. “Or are you a coward?”

With this, I get sloppy. I punch left with the same strength I used to knock out a homo-equus last week. I figure if I can take down a person that’s seventy percent solid-muscled work horse, I can fight a little girl. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.

Deep breaths.

She ducks under my fist and pain blossoms on my side. I stagger backwards, clutching the skin where it stings. I draw my hand away to find lines of blood on my bandage covered palm. She scratched me.

My attention immediately flicks up, expecting to see Bengie attacking again, but she’s only standing still, watching me with a cruel smile. She’s toying with me. I need a strategy. As she pounces again, my mind begins to flip through my options. I bounce on the balls of my feet, side stepping her quick claws. I can see them, wedged between her fingers, short but thick and sharp. It sends chills and goose bumps across my skin.

She’s too nimble to land a direct hit and I can’t fake a punch at the risk of loosing my footing and or concentration, allowing her to fillet me. I need to think but my heartbeat thunders above any strategies my brain tries to shout at me.

Usually, I would let my body handle this, move naturally with hardly any thought. But if I took away my thoughts now, I would be relying on pure instinct and I would be running out of this ring, out of the warehouse, away from Bengie. And this means no money.

I strike out again, earning me another set of scratches, this time on my cheek. Not wanting to lose momentum, I continue punching with provenly effective form, but all I hit is air. Wound after wound, I can feel her opening skin with every strike. Never too deep, just enough to draw small amounts of blood.

My whole body starts to sting, throb. I won’t die from these minor injuries, but my vision is starting to blur from the pain and I can tell I’ve lost a step in speed. Blood has gotten into my left eye. I can taste it too. It’s everywhere, beading along my skin. She’s doing this to get me weak so she can latch on and go for the kill. I need to think.

What wouldn’t she expect? Someone Bengie’s size relies on outlasting her opponent, turning their own size and strength against them. She plays a fight of attrition. So, what if I make her think I’m wearing out? Then what? I don’t know, but at least I’ll have a proverbial ace up my sleeve.

I don’t slow my next movement for fear of alerting her perceptive eyes, but I let my punch hang for a moment too long. She takes the bait, retractable claws stretching out, digging into my arm as she uses it as leverage to literally climb my body. Before I can even stumble with the additional weight, Bengie is on my back and the sting of her claws is nothing compared to her fangs in my neck.

An inhuman sound tears up my throat, panic spreading through my system faster than wildfire. My hands automatically shoot back, trying to get rid of the thing causing me pain, but I can’t get a grip on her. The fur on Bengie’s head isn’t long enough to grab and as I spin around and around, I learn that her hold is too strong to simply throw off. My body starts to lock up in fear, blind panic making my ears ring. I can’t pull her away. I can’t shake her off. I can’t do anything. I’m going to die.

Then I feel it, the brush of the plastic tag against my arm as I reach back. A face flashes to the front of my memory, a friendly smile, implicit trust.

Deep breaths.

I pull my hands up to cover the back of my head and drop, rag-dolling. My full, dead weight collapses directly on top of Bengie and I can feel the air get knocked out of her, hear the sickening crack as her head hits the concrete floor. While Bengie’s fangs don’t dislodge, she does go limp, not moving as I lie on top of her.

A few seconds pass- my own body feeling like lead, still throbbing and stinging- before I reach back, pry her teeth out of me, roll off of her, and shakily get to my feet.

The homo-taurus announcer calls it when Bengie doesn’t move. I can see the subtle rise and fall of her abdomen as she breathes, but it’s shallow, the opposite of my heavy panting. My vision blurs as I watch the announcer examine her, but I can see a small tendril of blood uncurling. Yes, specks of crimson from my scratches pepper the ring, but this is different. It’s still spreading.

I less listen than watch the homo-taurus say that I’ve won.

Hands.

In my peripheries, I can see peppered gray wings and feel the press of something to my neck, likely gauze. I also register a quiet “don’t move.” Still, the majority of my attention is dedicated to another homo-felis. He looks like a tiger with the orange, black, and white markings on his face and pricing yellow eyes, narrowed in hate… which are staring, fixated, predatorily at me.

“Okay while Taetae collects the money, let’s get you out of here and patched up,” Jimin’s voice is firm but gentle as he guides me away from the ring where there will probably be one more fight tonight. We step outside into the cool night air, onto an empty street before he continues. “This bite is pretty deep. We’ll have to bandage it before we go back to the Hive tomorrow. Hoseok probably knows we’ll be at the wharf bright and early-”

“Bunny Boy, where the fuck you think you’re going?” a voice that’s deep and raspy, almost a growl stops us.

Jimin glances backward, an action made difficult by my arm over his shoulders. His voice is curt, but not disrespectful, “We’ve left the ring. It’s not your business.”

“It is very much my business,” the speaker grabs my collar, spinning the both of us around, and I immediately recognize the pattern on his face. It’s the tiger man from inside. “He hurt Bengie.”

“That’s the point,” I mutter, barely able to catch a breath, less breaking away than stumbling out of his reach. “It’s fighting.”

“No one ever hurts Bengie,” he rasps, raising his fists and unsheathing his retractable claws.

I can feel Jimin go rigid, one of his wings brushing my back as he grabs my arm to support me, “My friend needs medical attention. We can settle this later.”

“No. I’ll be needing that money to… cover her medical expenses.”

And that’s when I realize it was all a setup. Taehyung had found me a fight alright, but what neither of us knew is I was meant to loose no matter what. At least, in terms of the cash payout.

“We don’t have the m-”

“I know you bet on him,” the tiger nods at me, but addresses my friend. “Now give me the money.”

Jimin scoffs, “We don’t have it.”

“Then Bunny Boy dies,” the tiger snarls. He leaps. My friend is the one who thinks fast, pushing me, the momentum carrying him the other way. I fall to the ground. The homo-felis bears his fangs as he whirls around. The last thing I remember seeing before passing out is his piercing yellow eyes.

The voices are muffled and distant, like they’re coming at me through a padded tunnel.

“What the fuck happened?”

“He got mauled-”

“You let him get mauled?”

“What was I supposed to do? Die? He was a damn tiger and I only have wings that don’t work- stop yelling. Jungkook’s lost too much blood. We have to get him to a hospital.”

“We don’t have the money for that.”

“But we can’t just leave him.”

“So what? We waste all the money we just made? Let everyone else starve?”

“J-just help me carry him. I’ll think of something.”

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piedpiperslists · 2 years

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Jungkook One Shots (XXXII)

* s - contains smut

Eat Me by @7deadlysinsfics s wc~3.3k / friends to lovers, PWP Summary: You accuse all men of not knowing how to make women cum, and your best friend, ever the competitive one, challenges you to let him show you that he doesn’t fall into that category. Blame the tequila for what ensues.

Blink And You’ll Miss It by @satnin-darling s wc~13.3k / lawyer!Jungkook, street racer!reader Summary: Jungkook is just trying to do his job by bailing you out (on top of being a busy attorney in the city) but you seem to be hell-bent on making that ten-times harder for him. Street racers aren’t known to be slow, in fact, you have the reputation of ‘blink and you’ll miss her,’ so what’s the deal?

Down and Down [AO3] by @koorara wc~12k / MMA fighter!Jungkook, teacher!reader, exes to lovers Summary: “Do you wanna look for her again?” Jungkook raised his head to look at Jimin. He gave him a look that Jimin knows so well, his losing hope kind of look. “I would kill to see her again, but I would die if that ever happened because I broke her, Jimin. How could I see her when I’m the last person she would ever want to see?”

He Loves You, He Loves You Not by @yoonpobs s wc~2.7k / angst, roommate!Jungkook, FWB!Seokjin

Honest Fuckboy by @hobiwonder s wc~3.1k / college au

May 31 by @jeonjeonggukenergy s wc~5k / college au, roommates au Summary: On the last day of your senior year living together, you’re still fighting your feelings for your roommate Jungkook. Before you can fully move out and move on, he makes a pretty significant scheduling error. #and there was only one bed.

My Heart Is Yours by @honeytae wc~3k / established relationship

Taming of the Flu by @kpopfanfictrash wc2.4k / new relationship Summary: When you are sick, the last thing you want to do is call your boyfriend for help. But somehow, he finds out anyways.

UNO by @craztextae s wc~6.7k / coworkers au, friends au Summary: A friend wants to play a new game with you.

This Mortal Coil by @jinfizz s wc~40k / friends to lovers, werewolf au Summary: Some might say that being in love with your best friend is the single worst thing that can happen to you. That’s the least of your problems, though, because you’re still waiting to find your fated mate, you’re not getting any younger, and Jungkook is painfully, tragically human. Little do you know, your laundry list of problems is about to get a little bit longer–because there’s more to Jungkook than meets the eye.

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bangtangalicious · 3 years

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death valley (m) | part 3

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: gangster!taehyung x reader, rockstar!jimin x reader, fighter!namjoon x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 9.4k (it goes fast trust me)

warnings: multiple & explicit smut scenes, rough sex, obsessive / possessive / toxic behaviors, oral sex, daddy kink, mommy kink if you squint, glamorization of drug & alcohol use, a whole lot of blackmail, guns (no shooting), manipulation, coercion, illicit filming, post-workout shower sex, choking, cursing, car accident, major character injury, dom!jimin, switch!taehyung, sub!namjoon, reader needs a fucking nap

a/n: NO BC THE ROLLING STONE COVER IS PERFECT FOR THIS FIC??? like its so spot on to this aesthetic. thank you all SO MUCH for the support, a few of you sent me the sweetest messages - they really make my day & inspire me to work harder on this story <3 three smut scenes in one part? yall....damn. (the last one is the best. my fav jimin scene yet) sorry for posting late im just insecure about my writing lol

Smoke diffused from Jimin’s chapped lips. His foot was tapping repeatedly, he was running out of patience. His penthouse seemed so empty without you these days. He hadn’t had you in a while and he was craving a release. He set his cigarette down on a small ashtray to his side, leaning forward.

“I want her now” He snapped, reaching onto the coffee table in front of him to grab his revolver. He looked down the barrel briefly and his jaw stiffened. His eyes then raised as he pointed the gun at a man standing in front of him patiently. “Where is she?”

“Taehyung has gone to retrieve her for you. Shouldn’t be long now” The man spoke, fear evident in his trembling voice. Jimin flashed a teethy grin, his attention back to his gun, twirling it around his fingers.

A phone began to buzz. Jimin rolled his eyes, setting the gun down and picking up his cell besides it. It was Taehyung.

“What?” Jimin grumbled.

“Yeah she’s not home. Hasn’t been all night. But you know who is in her apartment right now—you’re gonna get a kick out of this” Taehyung’s amused voice made Jimin tilt his head with irritation. He was not in the mood for his games. “The street rat”

Jimin’s heart sank, followed by an overwhelming feeling of jealousy seeping through his veins. He clenched his fists. “Taehyung, cut his fucking fingers off if he so much as touches her.” Taehyung laughed, “Do I sound like I’m joking Taehyung?”

“Yeah yeah whatever. Go work on your music, I’ll find her” Jimin hung up abruptly, elbows on his knees as he hung his head down in frustration. He screamed, throwing his phone as hard as he could onto the tiled floors. His fingers ran up his face, clenching the ends of his hair as he began to cry.

He fucked up. He messed up everything. He shouldn’t have threatened you—you probably hated him. You were supposed to be his fan. You were obsessed with him weren’t you? Did you love Jungkook now? You must after all Jungkook was an attractive guy, had money, and you probably didn’t know enough about him to know how dangerous he was. None of it mattered, Jimin wasn’t ready to let you go. He just got a taste, how could you leave now? Tears rolled down his face as he sobbed out.

Taking a deep breath, he attempted to calm himself down. It was his fault. He was too fucked up and it scared you—that had to be it. Deep down he knows that he was too rough with you. He so badly wants to taste your pretty lips but he’s scared. He’s never been good with emotions, and hates that he gets so high when he’s around you.

Taehyung had suggested he should stay away from you right from that night you had passed out in front of him, but Jimin didn’t listen. What does he know anyway? Fucking bitch. Jimin pursed his lips. You didn’t remember that night. You didn’t remember what all you saw after you came to, but he did. He was gonna be better. He was gonna win you back. He grabbed a notebook and pen quickly and began scribbling down lyrics as they came to him.

You almost screamed seeing Taehyung, but before you could he had you in a headlock, with a small knife pressed up to your neck as he kicked your door shut.

“Play along. I won’t hurt you” He mumbled into the back of your head as he turned you around. There, sitting on your couch was Jimin.

“Where were you?” Jimin was seething, eyes flared with rage. Surprisingly enough, he didn’t look high. He almost looked worried.“Why didn’t you come home last night?”

You rolled your eyes. This man’s sheer audacity made you want to kick him in the balls so hard. “Give me a fucking break. I’ve had a really rough few nights and I just want to take a fucking shower and go to work alright” You feel Taehyung slightly loosen his grip on you.

Jimin approached you slowly. “Do I need to remind you that I could fucking ruin you? Deal with your shit. Come over after work tomorrow or I send Yoongi the video” You glanced back at Taehyung who didn’t give you much of a reaction.

“No, I’m not fucking coming, and I want you to leave right now before I call the cops” You hear Taehyung giggle behind you. Jimin marched up to you and grabbed your neck harshly, Taehyung holding you still.

“Right. I heard that she talked to Kim Seokjin. Better fucking keep your mouth shut Y/n” Taehyung said casually. Jimin looked deep into your eyes, before clenching them shut as he steadied his breathing.

“Let’s go Taehyung. She’ll come, she’s not stupid” Jimin snapped his fingers.

“I’m right behind you boss, you go ahead” Taehyung released his hold. Jimin regarded you, a bitter look in his eyes as he huffed, slamming the door behind him as he left.

You whirled around to face Taehyung, who had already raised his hands in defense. “Let me expl—“

“You’re in Jimin’s gang aren’t you?! You motherfucker, you hurt Namjoon! You threatened Jungkook! You’re the cause of all my problems aren’t you” You kicked at Taehyung’s knees, causing him to giggle at your efforts. He dodged your attacks with ease.

“Oh you wish I was your biggest problem jacket girl. That’s far from it. You have Jimin’s black card don’t you?” He opened his palm in front of you “Give it”

You did as told, handing it to him, more than happy to get rid of anything you had of Jimin’s.

You spat at him “Fucking creep. I knew you were no good. You knew that shooting was gonna happen, that’s why you had sex with me isn’t it? To keep me distracted while your guys hurt Namjoon?” Taehyung pursed his lips at your statement, looking around your apartment frantically.

“Of course not dumbass.” He whispered so softly you had to strain to hear him “Shush” He began quickly making his way towards your bedroom. You chased after him, dropping your things on the ground. You watch as he reaches behind your bookshelf and pulls out a small surveillance camera, tossing it onto your bed.

He put a finger to his lips and made his way to your computer monitor. Quickly he took out a gun from his back pocket and slammed the end into the top of the screen. You gaped at him, watching glass shatter onto your desk.

“Okay.” Taehyung sighed, relaxing his shoulders. He fiddled with his watch—there was that watch again—before turning to you “Now that we’re actually alone, no that’s not why I had sex with you. You can’t tell anyone that happened alright. And no I didn’t know the shooting was gonna happen, that wasn’t us.”

“W…what the fuck” You trembled, eyes wide with shock and unease at the fact someone had put cameras in your bedroom. Taehyung noticed your discomfort, clearing his throat awkwardly, “Yeahhhh. You should really be more careful about who you let literally move into your fucking apartment.”

“Jungkook was spying on me?”

“Mmm, more like he was doing someone’s dirty work I would say. He’s a selfish rat who only cares about money. He’s dangerous and a liar. Look…I heard about the kidnapping, are you okay?”

“How do you know about that? How do you know so much?” Taehyung grinned widely, ignoring your questions.

“Y/n, let me tell you something” He took a seat on the edge of your mattress, “There is someone really fucking powerful who has their eyes on you. I don’t know who or even why. Now, we have a bone to pick with that motherfucker for a whole different set of reasons, making you perfect bait. So it would make sense for us to kidnap you and blackmail him or something” You sat down next to him, knees weak as your emotional state spiraled. “But we didn’t.”

“It wasn’t Jimin?” You honestly thought it would have been. After all, Hobi said your kidnappers beat up Namjoon pretty bad and that seemed to be in line with Jimin’s agenda. “Then who was it?”

“Dunno. But I’m gonna find out. You really aren’t safe here, the rat was right about that. Jimin can protect you though”

You scoffed, plopping your back onto the mattress and letting the shift in gravity wave over you. “I hate Jimin” Taehyung turned rapidly at your statement, frowning.

“I thought you were a fan, jacket girl?” He laid back besides you, propping himself up on his elbow to look at you. You gave him a look, rolling your eyes as he chuckled. How is this guy able to find all of this funny?

You sighed, staring at the ceiling, becoming increasingly aware that Taehyung was lying next to you.

“You said you didn’t fuck me to distract me so why did you?”

“Because. I think you’re cool, you’re fucking gorgeous, you’re fun, and I probably would never get another chance. Jimin gets what he wants. He’s in charge.”

“He doesn’t own me” You murmured, turning on your side to face him. “He doesn’t own you either.” Taehyung grinned lazily, gazing into your eyes.

You slid your hand onto his thigh, looking at him expectantly. When he doesn’t react you slowly lean closer to him, noses barely touching. His eyes flutter shut as you kiss him, instantly pushing your tongue into his mouth. You know you need to be fast, Jimin was probably waiting for him.

Taehyung cupped your face, deepening the kiss as he rolled his body flush against you. There were butterflies in your stomach, for some reason you felt like a child again, making out with a boy you liked in your bedroom. You smiled into the kiss.

His hand brushed down your body, lingering at your chest but ultimately finding your thigh and squeezing it slightly. He wanted more, and he needed it now.

“Quick” Taehyung whispered, and you frantically kicked off your shorts, Taehyung simultaneously rising to yank down his jeans. You spread your legs as wide as you could, motioning for Taehyung to come back to you. He licked his lips. “You’re not stretched out yet, are you sure?”

You nodded, “Fuck stop stalling just do it. It’s okay if I don’t cum just fuck me” You whine. Taehyung shrugs, lowering himself down on you. You wrap your arms and legs around him tightly, as if holding on for dear life. You couldn’t understand why you found so much comfort in the man you barely knew. A man you barely trusted.

Were you even really into him? Or were you trying to spite Jimin? Taehyung quickly sunk his cock into you. You cried out—recalling just how large he was the last time.

“So tight” Taehyung’s breath hitched as he stilled himself deep inside of you. You rolled your hips up, taunting him to get on with it. He grabbed your ass, pulling you in towards him, allowing him to fuck into you deeper.

You kissed his neck frantically, moving your hands through his hair and onto his back as he found a steady rhythm. He fucked you with focus, desperately trying to chase his own high as you savored having his body on yours.

Your legs caressed his back, moving up and down against him with every thrust, as if you were almost climbing up onto him. You groaned, tilting your head back in pleasure as the initial pain of his size subsided, and he was able to angle himself perfectly in a way that had you screaming for more.

His lips were tight against yours, hardly kissing but moreso just breathing into one another deeply. He smacked your ass lightly as he picked up his pace.

“You feel so good” He muttered, “That fucking” He thrusted deep “Asshole is so lucky” He was ruthless. You held onto him as tight as you could, crying out as he pistoned in and out of you. “Get’s you all to himself. Fucks you whenever he…wants” Taehyung panted, “Doesn’t fucking deserve this. He doesn’t deserve you” You could hear the slight growl in his voice.

“Pussy so fucking sweet. So fucking sweet I can’t stop” Taehyung moved his hands to grip your shoulders from under you, digging his nails into your flesh. “I can’t stop. I don’t want to. I don’t want to Y/n. Fuck. Please.”

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop baby I love it” You urged him on, making him hiss. He looked so fucked out as you could feel his cock twitching inside of you.

“Dont wanna…dont wanna cum. Dont wanna stop” Taehyung whined, “Feel so good. Feel so fucking good”

“Taehyung!” Jimin’s voice bellowed from outside the apartment. Taehyung cursed in irritation.

“Shit, come on baby” You bucked your hips up. Taehyung was pissed. He pulled out of you. “Let me finish you baby don’t go” You pleaded, hugging onto him tighter as he began to get off of you.

“He’ll kill me. He will literally kill me. I need to go” Taehyung pressed a kiss to your forehead. He shoved you off of him. He begins to pull his pants back on, but you’re not ready to let him go yet. You’ll be damned if Taehyung doesn’t get to finish because of Jimin.

“No!” You pounce on him, pushing him onto the floor and pinning him down with your knees. You wrap your hand around his cock and begin to stroke it furiously, bringing your face down so that your tongue can wrap around it. You begin sucking on him, watching his shocked face as you bob your head rapidly on him, going as fast as you can. You feel Taehyung’s hand reach to hold back your hair. What a sweetheart. Jimin would never.

Taehyung bit down on his lip so hard it began to bleed as he came up into your mouth. You rapidly licked him off, cum getting all over your lips before you pulled his pants back up and got off of him. You noticed his watch again.

“Where’d you get that watch?” You asked causally as Taehyung pulled his pants back on. Taehyung looked at the piece and a frown tugged at his lips.

“Um…a friend gave it to me”

“He has good taste”

Taehyung gulped, looking back at you “Yeah. He really does”

“Go” You whispered. Taehyung blinked a few times, trying to process as he gets up. He cups your face to plant one final kiss onto your cum stained lips before rushing out of your apartment, hands frantically fixing his hair as he leaves.

Jungkook wiped the sweat from off his forehead before bending to lift the heavy box again. It was his least favorite part of the job, moving product. He didn’t understand why they couldn’t just hire more people with all the fucking cash they made but his boss hated bringing new people in.

He wobbled back to his truck, sliding the large package into his trunk before taking a deep breath. Hopping into the drivers seat, he set away to get back to you.

You hadn’t come home last night, and although he knew you were out with Namjoon, some part of him felt uneasy. He had grown fond of you over the past few days, more than he really cared to admit. He knew you were off limits, after all, what business did you have with a guy like him when you were around people like Park Jimin on a daily basis.

Click, Jungkook had just buckled his seatbelt, glancing in the rearview mirror to see an unfamiliar face staring back at him, holding a gun to his forehead.

“Jeon Jungkook” Goosebumps riveted across his skin at the stern voice “It’s so nice to finally meet you. Heard you’ve gone ahead and made yourself Y/n’s roomate” The man was tall, had a sharp jawline and a deceivingly warm smile.

“Who are you? Do you work for him?”

“Move out. Stay away from her or else”

“Or else what? I am the most successful dealer he has, he isn’t gonna touch me”

“Do you really wanna find out?” Bang. Jungkook turned to the noise to see Namjoon tied up and blindfolded, on the ground with a man holding a metal rod to his head. He was knocked out. “Move out, or I’ll beat your little fighter boy’s head in. And I bet your boss wouldn’t want his money machine dead”

Jungkook pursed his lips into a thin smile. “Oh..you’re Jimin’s guy huh? Fine. I’ll leave her. Let Joon go”

“One more thing. You tell Namjoon that you found his friend too”

“Well uh, where is his friend?”

The man laughed, motioning for his goons to follow as they all hopped into twin black Cadillacs, driving off and leaving Namjoon unconscious on the ground. Jungkook clicked his tongue. I’ve seen that guy before. He stretched out his arms and went over to try to lift Namjoon into his truck.

You stared at the cameras that Taehyung had found in your room, goosebumps spreading as you tried to comprehend everything. Okay. Just. Go to work. Forget about it. Go see Hobi. You quickly hopped in the shower, letting ice cold water attempt to wake you up from this growing nightmare.

Stepping out of the shower you hear some light rapping at your door. “One second” It was probably Jungkook. He had seen you naked plenty, so you thought nothing of it as you wobbled towards your door with nothing but a towel, hair pinned up to keep it dry.

“Hey, did you want a ride to work?” Yoongi’s familiar collected gaze fell on you. WHY DOES THIS MAN SHOW UP AT THE WORST TIMES you scream internally at your boss who was there standing in front of you. He didn’t look the least bit phased at your state, and in a way you felt offended. I’m half naked. Nothing? Damn.

“Oh! Sure. Give me like 2 minutes. Please, come in” Yoongi stepped inside, looking around with little interest. You ran back to your room, kicking the door shut as your frantically searched for something appropriate to wear. You went to your mirror and slapped on some makeup before returning to Yoongi. “Yeah! Let’s go”

Yoongi drove a nice black Cadillac, which you expected. He was a wealthy guy after all and it fit his edgy but classy aesthetic that he had going on. You felt relaxed in the fresh leather seats, the scent mind-numbingly pleasant. You were just so tired. Yoongi began to drive, and the soft hum of the engine lulled you into a nap. You were out like a light, unable to see the way that Yoongi was licking his lips, glancing at your lifeless frame. Unable to feel the way he took your hand into his and squeezed so tightly.

Back in the studio, you were desperate to find Hobi and hear about what had happened. Instead you found Namjoon waiting for you, and your jaw dropped. Half of his face was covered with a large bruise that looked incredibly painful. You threw yourself into his arms.

“Oh my God are you okay?” You hugged him tightly, and he did you, relishing the comfort of one another’s touch. He shook his head, making your heart clench in pity. Of course he’s not okay.

“Did they do anything to you? Did they touch you? I swear to God Y/n I’ll fucking” You straddled his lap and rest your head against his strong chest. His heartbeat was pronounced and soothing under his soft shirt.

“I’m okay. I’m more worried about you.” Namjoon ran his hand up and down your back.

“Y/n...I think. This might sound crazy but I think I know who kidnapped us” He whispered into your ears. At that moment, the door opened revealing a perfectly normal looking Jimin. You almost jumped off of Namjoon, realizing how compromising your situation must have looked. Jimin’s eyes narrowed briefly.

“Come” Jimin motioned to you without so much as a greeting. You glanced at Namjoon, who was looking at the ground. He seemed scared. “Now.” He snapped.

“Who the fuck do you think you are just ordering her around like that?” From down the hall you hear Hobi’s voice echo through. Relief surged through your veins. “You’re not even recording today, get lost” Hobi walked straight up to Jimin and glared at him.

Jimin chuckled, “Whatever, she’ll come. I know she will” He turned to leave but Hobi grabbed him by the collar, growling lowly.

“Piece of trash. Stay away from my girl” You froze at the term. Jimin’s eyes widened.

“Your girl? Oh Hoseok are you in for a fucking treat because let me tell you what exactly your girl has been..”

“Hobi get off of him.” Like ice, Yoongi’s voice cut through the scene. His footsteps were pronounced as he approached the boys who remained in an aggressive stare-down. “First of all. She is not your girl. There is absolutely no romantic relationships permitted in my label. No exceptions, end of question. Second of all, Jimin, you better not be harassing my employees or you will see me sue you for all your worth, you got that?” Your pussy clenched at the authoritativeness in his voice. Hobi reluctantly let go of Jimin, who brushed himself off.

“You can’t stop us from going out” Hobi muttered. For the first time in your life, you saw Yoongi laugh. And not in a good way.

“Can’t I? Y/n, you’re off your project. You’ll be working directly with me now on finishing Jimin’s album” Jimin smirked lightly, meeting your eyes.

“She doesn’t want to work on Jimin’s--” Hobi began to protest but Yoongi held his hand up.

“Say another word, and your ass is fired. If I so much as see the two of you alone in my place of work, you’re in for it. Have I made myself clear?” You noticed that Hobi’s fists were almost reddening from how tightly he was clenching them, veins popping from his forearms.

“Yes” Hobi mumbled in submission. You had never seen him so angry before. He didn’t give you another look before storming off towards his own office. You rolled your eyes as you heard Jimin giggle.

“Perfect” He grinned. Yoongi simply looked him up and down before turning to you, arms folded.

“Go finish up what you’re working on. From tomorrow you report to me, and we’ll work in my studio.” His voice was significantly softer than it had been minutes ago. He briefly touched your elbow, as if to assure you not to be worried. The gesture was barely there but you found yourself appreciating it as he left, calling Jimin to follow him.

You took a deep breath, turning back into the studio where Namjoon was sitting and listening to the whole ordeal. He looked extremely uncomfortable, so you slid the door shut and took a seat in front of him.

“Sorry. You were saying? Who do you think kidnapped us?” Namjoon gave you an uncertain look. “Trust me, I won’t think you’re crazy. Is it Jimin, is that what you were thinking because I would totally believe--”

“Hobi” Namjoon exhaled sharply, “I think it was Hobi”

Your stomach flipped. The sincerely in Namjoon’s eyes made you nauseous. He saw your reaction and grabbed your hands, holding them sturdily in his own. “Y/n, I can’t tell you everything here. Come somewhere with me. I wanna show you something. You trust me right?” He got up quickly, tugging your arms to do the same.

He led you to his car, parked significantly far in the back of the lot and much to your surprise it was the exact same model as Yoongi’s. Maybe it’s a rockstar thing. But Namjoon makes the same as I do so how the fuck can he afford...oh...the fights. You shrugged, not minding returning to the chic vehicle.

“I feel like we both need to blow off some steam.” Namjoon said, revving the engine “I’m gonna take you where I train for my matches. It’s usually pretty secluded so we should be able to talk there” You nodded. Boxing sounded cool enough, and he was right, you could use some endorphins.

The two of you arrived at what seemed to be an abandoned warehouse. Inside, the walls were a charcoal color, dimply lit by striking white lights. It eerily reminded you of the vibe of the arena, but instead there were a few punching bags set up as well as a sparring ring. Namjoon had been right - the place was absolutely empty.

Namjoon grabbed a few gloves from the floor, handing you a pair which you inspected closely. When you looked up you saw that Namjoon had already pulled off his shirt, and was sitting on a bench, wrapping his hands with the gauze. Damn. You never thought you would be thirsting for your coworker but seeing him all serious had you feeling a type of way. You recalled how deliciously submissive he had been at Death Valley. You needed that. You missed being in control of your life.

“Here” Namjoon tossed the gauze tape at you. “Sit down I can wrap it for you” He slid down on his knees. You let him secure your wrists with the soft material, his brows furrowed with complete focus.

“Why do you think it’s Hobi?” You whispered. Namjoon’s hands stilled over yours.

“The pills. He didn’t actually take them. And then when we were tied up...I dunno...he sounded really far away? And not nearly as freaked out as you and I were. Then when Jungkook found us--well, Jungkook said he already dropped Hobi off but I don’t buy it. He said that the guys he had seen beat me looked really familiar to him. Jungkook might have seen Hobi around Death Valley or something before. So that’s why I think it’s him. Maybe Hobi is in Jimin’s...yknow...gang”

Namjoon finished wrapping your hands. He rose “Come on, let me show you some moves” You pulled the boxing gloves on and followed him reluctantly.

Namjoon patted one of the bags lightly and positioned you in from of it. He showed you how to throw a few types of punches and you listened intently, noting how his biceps flexed with every hit. He stood behind you, allowing you to try punching on your own as he watched your stance. You threw all your weight into your punch, hearing a soft slam as your fist met the bag, which didn’t budge. You hear Namjoon stifle a giggle.

“No, Y/n, you need to...hold on” You hear what sounds like Namjoon pulling his gloves off. He rests a wrapped hand on your shoulder, guiding your arm with the other. “Likeeee that. There you go” He assisted you in making a punch that caused the bag to sway slightly. “Nice job, try again!”

You continued to pummel the bag, letting out all your pent up frustration. Namjoon watched you carefully, pacing around you and observing your form. You suddenly flew a punch so far it caused the button of your shirt to pop off your chest. You stopped, panting heavily as sweat dripped from your forehead, looking down to see your chest decently exposed. Namjoon stood in front of you, face turning pink.

“Shit. Damn Joon should’ve told me to pack some different clothes” You pull of your gloves, setting them down before you unbutton the rest of your shirt and let it slide off of your shoulders, leaving you in a simple nude bra. It wasn’t meant for sports but you didn’t really care. Namjoon wiped the sweat from his forehead and eyed you up and down.

“I think I’m gonna uh…take a break” He gulped. You grinned, knowing that you were making him hot and bothered. He went towards the back of the warehouse where there were a few open showers.

He turned the water up cold, letting it run over him and his pants. You watched as he set his arms out, leaning against the wall so the water hit his muscular back.

“Joonie” You cooed, walking up to him. “Don’t be shy with me”

Namjoon didn’t dare look at you as you walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his toned waist, letting your fingers tug at his waistband. You pressed your lips into his back.

“Can you be a good boy for me and take this off hm?” You whispered. Namjoon’s breath was shaky and his eyes were clenched shut. He swallowed, trembling as he did as you asked, his wet pants falling to the dirty floor. You turned him around to face you, but his eyes remained glued to the floor.

“Joonie…look at me” You tilted his face up, ad he reluctantly met your eyes.

“Y/n…” He mumbled as you went on your tippy toes, letting your arms snake around his neck. “A…are you sure?”

“You tell me” You grinned, sucking lightly on his neck. Namjoon cursed under his breath, tilting his head to give you more room.

“I…I’ve wanted you for so long” Namjoon leaned back, the water from the shower now soaking you too. He stroked the wet strands of hair from your eyes, before leaning down and kissing you. You could feel him quivering from your touch.

“I really like you” He kept talking, his words barely making it into your brain as you were far too focused on how you were planning on getting him down on his knees.

“Is that right baby?” You cupped his cheek, letting your thumb tug at his lips. “Why don’t you show me huh?” You were down to roleplay, not realizing that for Namjoon his words were his truth.

“C…can I…see your tits…please?” Namjoon’s hands hovered over your body, not ready to touch you without your explicit permission.

“Go ahead” He unclasped your bra, and it fell to the floor. Namjoon gasped. It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen them before. He had—but he still couldn’t quite believe it. His cock twitched, and he was ready to burst then and there, overwhelmed that he even made it this far with you. He cried out in discomfort, his boxers tight against his rigid cock.

“Y/n…please” Namjoon whined, grabbing your breast with one hand while he bent down to suckle the other.

“Fuck” You muttered, his sloppy tongue rilling you up as he desperately licked away at your tits.

“Please it hurts so bad” His cried vibrated into your chest as you stroked his hair affectionately. He sucked you harshly before switching to the other breast.

“Tell me what you need baby…use your words”

“Can I just…put my…if it’s okay I just” Namjoon let go of your breasts and stood up straight. “Wanna fuck you. Want you to ride me. If…that’s okay” You smiled at him.

“Of course baby, let’s go sit you down over there and then mama will take care of you” Namjoon’s eyes widened at your words, his knees wobbling. He gripped your shoulders, furrowing his brows and trying his best not to cum in front of you like an idiot without even being touched.

You led him over to the closest bench, where he sat down, sliding down his boxers so that his cock stood proud. You knew he wouldn’t last long, but seeing how he looked like he was gonna burst into tears, you weren’t about to shatter his dreams. Ridding your own underwear, you straddled him slowly.

His eyes were closed again, much to your dismay. “Joonie. Look at me.” You lightly slapped his cheek. His eyes met yours, wide and watery. He was a mess for you and you had never felt so powerful.

You sank down on him, watching as he cried out, his moans echoing throughout the empty warehouse. He set his hands at your waist as you raised yourself back up, the sweet drag of his cock sliding seamlessly down your wet walls.

“Oh my god Y/n” Namjoon buried his face into your neck as you continued to ride him slowly, bouncing up and down on his cock while he moaned out your name like it was the only word he knew.

You grabbed his face, pushing your lips onto his and shutting him up. His hands slid up to grab your breasts, fondling them desperately as you rolled your hips into him.

He pinched your nipples between his fingers, causing you to moan into his mouth. He let one hand fall to your clit and began rubbing you rapidly.

“Wanna make you feel good too” He murmured, words enveloped by your kisses. For whatever show he put on, you could tell he knew exactly what he was doing, drawing soft circles on your clit and making your pussy leak onto him right away. You clenched down, causing Namjoon to almost scream into your mouth with pleasure.

“Wanna cum for mama? It hurts doesn’t it baby?” You teased. Namjoon pouted at you and nodded. You kissed his cheek. “I know it does baby. I know it hurts” You stroked his back, bouncing faster and faster on him.

“Y/n…fuck…please can I cum inside you? I can’t…I can’t hold back any longer” Namjoon bit down on your shouder, trying as hard as he could not to cum.

“It’s okay. You can cum, I got you baby” It was all it took for him to spill into you, his load seeming never ending. When he was done he hugged you tight to his chest, keeping his cock inside you, not wanting to lose your warmth.

The two of your remained like that for a while. You hummed lightly as Namjoon stroked your back. He cleared his throat.

“I’m gonna register for another fight. Against Jin. We still don’t have a clear winner but I’ve been training almost every day—I have to win” He growled lightly.

“Just be careful okay” You kissed his cheek. He shook his head.

“I don’t care what it takes. I have to win. I have to. I’m gonna win” You squinted at him, seeing an almost crazed glint. “I’m gonna win and finally get my prize” What prize? Money?

Working with Yoongi was different. There were far less drugs involved. In a way you were grateful that you were finally getting the real work experience you came for, but you did miss having fun with Hobi and Namjoon in the studio. Yoongi was quite serious about his work, and you admired that. He wouldn’t pay too much attention to you most of the time, simply asking you your thoughts on certain tracks every now and then.

“Tonight the title track drops as a single” He muttered, typing frantically on his laptop. You sat by his side, watching as he finished up some emails “It’ll drop around midnight.” He picked up his phone “Get Jimin in here.”

You groaned, recalling that you were expected to go over to his place tonight. Yoongi noticed your displeasure, raising his eyebrows but didn’t say anything.

“What” Jimin barged into the studio. You hated how disrespectful he was, especially to someone as talented as Yoongi.

“Your single is dropping tonight. Thought you’d wanna know. We should celebrate.” Yoongi shut his laptop and glanced at the both of you. Jimin grinned.

“Oh hell yeah. Party at my place.” He winked at you, “Wear something nice babygirl”

You choked, coughing to try to cover it up. You missed the way Yoongi glared at Jimin when he said that before he motioned for him to leave.

“Does Jimin bother you?” Yoongi asked, a hint—barely a hint—of genuine concern in his voice. You sighed.

“No sir. He’s just a typical rockstar”

What were you gonna wear? It was a formal event. Namjoon had made it clear that he would rather jump off of a cliff than step foot in Jimin’s place so he wouldn’t be going, and you hadn’t heard from or seen Hobi in a while. You assumed Yoongi would be there, so you wanted to look good, just in case. Although deep down you knew that if anyone was fucking you tonight it would likely end up being Jimin himself.

You chose a silky gold slip dress, looking at yourself in the mirror and almost not recognizing yourself without your usual grunge look. You wondered if Yoongi would still wear his chains. You shivered in excitement.

Jimin wanted you there early. He claimed to need to talk to you, but you knew he was probably just trying to get his dick wet. As you walked into the penthouse you were shocked at how clean the place was. He really had decked the place out for a nice party—his living room rearranged.

“Hey” You noticed Taehyung emerging from the kitchen. He looked so different, you had to blink to make sure it was really him.

He had dyed his hair black, a striking contrast to the mint green you had become familiar with, plus instead of his leather jacket and jeans he had on a fitted grey blazer with a crisp white shirt underneath. He looked fantastic.

“Damn you clean up nice” He grinned, “He’s waiting for you.” Taehyung motioned towards Jimin’s closed room. He quickly pulled you into a light hug, whispering in your ear “If he does anything you don’t want you just say it and I will fucking stop him okay?” You gulped, nodding lightly.

“Will you be watching?” You teased, letting your lips glide over his ear. Taehyung simply smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek before smacking your ass playfully.

“Go get em girl” He let you go, watching as you headed towards Jimin’s room.

It wasn’t anything like you expected. The lights were dim, there were candles everywhere. All over his floor were rose petals. So cliche. You smirked to yourself.

Jimin emerged from his bathroom, looking astounding. He looked younger—like he did back in the days you would be worshiping his body day and night. His hair was styled similarly, up revealing his forehead. His shirt fit him great and you couldn’t help but notice that he chose to wear dangling earrings.

“You came”

Your breath hitched as he came towards you, and you subconsciously backed away from him until he was towering over you—your back pressed against the wall. He took your hands into his, kissing the tops of them softly.

“Stop blackmailing me. I don’t give a fuck if you send that video to Yoongi alright, he won’t care. He’ll protect me from an ass like you” Jimin let your hands drop as he circled your waist, touching his forehead to yours. Your heart skipped a beat. His face was so close to yours—but it wasn’t like before. He was actually looking at you. His eyes clean of any substance.

“I won’t send it. I told Taehyung to delete it. I want you to want this” He whispered, his breath landing in shimmers on your lips. For once he didn’t smell like tobacco. His lips looked incredibly soft, a sweet red tint making them pop.

He gazed at you, his hand traveling up your back where he found the zipper of your dress. “You look incredible. Better than I could have ever imagined” He was breathless. The way he was speaking made you want to melt. It was like every fantasy of your teenage years was coming to life in front of your eyes. He tugged at your zipper.

“I’m sorry for being an ass” He rolled his head against yours, letting his lips trace your cheeks. “You deserve better” He inhaled your scent as you felt him slowly tug the zipper down—your dress sliding off with it. You gasped as the fabric swept over your body until it was a pile on the floor. Jimin stepped back to look at you.

You hadn’t worn a bra, considering your dress was backless. At that point you had also chosen to go without panties—what was the worst that could happen? You’d flash your boss? You wished that would happen.

Jimin was gaping at you before a mischievous smile took his face. Your heart sunk, recognizing the familiar predatory gaze in his eyes.

“So naughty, you were ready for me weren’t you” He began unbuttoning his own shirt, letting it slide off of his shoulders before letting his hand grasp your neck. He pushed his thumb to your lip, tilting your head back.

You shut your eyes, knowing full well what he would do next—but instead Jimin bent down and kissed you softly. His grip loosened, cupping your cheek as he deepened the kiss.

He pressed his chest against yours, his skin burning against you. The heat from the candles was persistent—it was too warm. Your body was flushed. It was the heat. You tried to convince yourself. Your tried to convince yourself that you weren’t enjoying Park Jimin kissing you like you were his.

He lifted you into his arms, lips not leaving yours as he carefully laid you onto his silk sheets. “Tell me what you want baby girl, let daddy take care of you today” He whispered, kissing you all over your face with light pecks before moving to your neck.

You stared at the ceiling, squirming under him as your heart began pounding through your chest. You were overwhelmed. It had been so long since you were fucked like this. On a bed, with delicate care. You weren’t normally a fan, but with everything you had been through you found yourself sighing in relief.

Jimin moved his kisses to your chest, kissing every inch of you as if he was trying to memorize every crevice of your body with his lips. You arched your back in pleasure as his lips wrapped around your breast. He didn’t linger, continuing to kiss the rest of your stomach. You giggled as you felt ticklish when he kissed above your belly. Your eyes were blown—full of yearning. Park Jimin was kissing you—kissing you everywhere. You didn’t want to wake up from this.

As he proceeded to go down on you, you glanced around his room. Your eyes landed on his bathroom door, that was just slightly open. Is Taehyung there? Is he watching? You buckled your hips as Jimin kissed the tops of your thighs. You felt him smile, thinking you reacted to him. But you were imagining Taehyung’s intense gaze—from who knows where.

Jimin climbed back up your body and kissed you again. “My pretty girl” He ran his finger over your throbbing core, teasing it with his soft touch. He watched you, hovering slightly as his fingers brushed back and forth. Your pussy clenched, as if it was trying to catch his finger and swallow it in. You whined out, hands finding his shoulders and pulling him closer to you.

“Daddy” You whined softly, biting your lip. Jimin watched you close your eyes and savor his fleeting touch. “Daddy please” You moaned, prompting Jimin to glide a finger into your sopping cunt. You squealed with pleasure as he moved it excruciatingly slow, in and out, teasing you. He let his head fall against your neck as he continued to finger you. He loved how desperate your pussy was for him.

“Does my baby girl want more?” He teased, nibbling your shoulder. You nodded quickly, and he obeyed, inserting another finger. You groaned—the stretch feeling so good. You needed him to go faster. It wasn’t enough. You spread your thighs, hoping to urge him on, but he didn’t relent. Your nails dug into Jimin’s shoulders.

“Faster” You could barely make a noise, legs quivering with desperation. “Faster daddy please” You were practically crying, and Jimin loved it. He sped up, the sound of your wetness becoming increasingly evident as you soaked his fingers. You bit your lip, nodding rapidly as pleasure soared through you. Jimin watched you, grinning at your reactions. “Yes…yes…like that…more please. Please daddy” You tried to push yourself down onto his fingers more. Jimin noticed this—and pulled them out of your completely. You groaned in frustration, the feeling of fullness leaving you suddenly.

“Did I say you could move?” He took his fingers and shoved them in your mouth. You frowned at the taste of yourself but sucked on them anyways.

“W..as…s..close” You tried speaking as Jimin pushed his fingers farther down your throat. You gagged on them before he pulled them out and dove in for another kiss.

“Bad girls don’t get to cum” Jimin’s voice was so soft, it had you trembling. He got off of you briefly to unbuckled his pants, kicking them off along with his boxers.

His cock was throbbing, eager for some sort of stimulation. He took your hand, guiding it to wrap around his hardened length and giving it a few pumps.

“Daddy’s never fucked you like this has he hm?” Jimin cooed at you, climbing back over you as he lined his cock to your entrance. You widened your thighs, shaking your head. Jimin clicked his tongue “Daddy’s bad. Daddy should fuck his good little girl right” He teased his tip into your folds, moaning loudly at how wet your were as your cunt swallowed him in. He stills momentarily, and the two of your share an intimate stare. Jimin’s heart is speeding, and so is yours. You don’t know what has gotten into him—he doesn’t either. He sinks into you, crying out your name.

“Oh fuck baby oh fuck” Jimin whines, “So good. So fucking good baby, you feel so fucking good” He panted, his voice getting louder. He dug himself as far into you as he could go. “Baby…you’re so tight…holy shit” He tilts his head back in ecstasy—his expressions making you tighten on him even more. He drags his long cock out, angling his hips again before thrusting into you again, this time much faster.

“Baby…my good fucking girl…oh my God” Jimin was losing control. The pleasure began clouding his judgement, making him almost dizzy. He didn’t even realize that he had sped up much more. He didn’t notice that he had grabbed your neck, choking you down like he normally does. He didn’t notice that your moans had swapped out for winces of pain as he pounded into you relentlessly. His eyes were shut. He was gone—lost in the sweet feeling of you.

You came, much to your dismay, as Jimin’s filthy curses and praises got to your head. Your body jerked, twitching all over as you cried out helplessly. You felt good, but were upset that Jimin had gone back to his usual ways. Taehyung are you seeing this? You looked around again. Was he watching from a camera maybe? You looked at the television in front of Jimin’s bed. Squinting your eyes, you could see a slightly gleam coming from the top. Is that it? Do you see me Taehyung? You stared at it, choking as Jimin continued to fuck you silly.

“Stop” You could barely breathe. You tapped Jimin’s shoulders but he didn’t notice. He wasn’t looking. He was too caught up. “Please” You croaked, “Jimin slow down…stop I can’t—I can’t” The air was knocked out of your lungs as Jimin tightened his grip more. You felt your eyes bulge as his hot cum shot into you. His hands fell off to your side and you took the deepest breath you could conjure—little black specks already decorating your vision. Jimin was panting, a big smiled on his face as he looked down at you.

Tears rolled down your face as your gasped for more air. Jimin jumped off of you, realizing what he had done. “Holy shit Y/n” He muttered, looking around frantically for water. On cue, Taehyung barged into the room, tossing him a bottle.

“Don’t look at her!” Jimin screeched at Taehyung as he pulled the covers over your shaking body. You took the water from him and gulped it down, steadying yourself. You gave Taehyung a thankful look and he nodded to you. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t…shit I’m so sorry” Jimin pleaded as he helped you sit up, stroking your back.

“Deleted the video by the way” Taehyung walked over to you and sat down by your side. “Jimin, Yoongi and the others are here. You better go, I’ll take care of her” Jimin gave Taehyung a grateful pat on the back as he quickly got dressed, running to the bathroom to fix up his hair and makeup.

You let your eyes flutter shut, Taehyung taking the bottle from you and stroking your hair. You doze off, not seeing Taehyung open a familiar video on his own phone, before hitting send.

Jimin did his rounds, plastering a fake smile to entertain and welcome his guests. He excused himself as fast as he could. Yoongi grabbed his shoulder, noticing him trying to leave.

“You okay?” Jimin sighed. Yoongi was one of the only people he could confide in.

“I just need some air. I’ll be back” Yoongi nodded in understanding, letting him go. Jimin found his way out of the building. He paced back and forth on the sidewalk, beating himself up for his actions. God, what was wrong with him? He groaned in frustration, stomping his foot.

You were the closest thing to happiness he had felt in so long and he went ahead and fucked it up just like he had done with everything—his music, his career, and even his drug empire was on the cusp of falling apart all because of the Death Valley bastards.

He took a deep breath before reaching into his back pocket to pull out a cigarette and a lighter. He needed a smoke—bad. As he lit the cig, he noticed a black cadillac rolling into the parking lot at a frantic speed. He stopped momentarily, looking up as the car swiveled out of control.

Until it was headed straight for him.

People really thought it was a PR stunt. You rolled your eyes as you scrolled through social media at the news that Jimin was in the hospital after being in a car accident. Right after his song dropped nonetheless. You felt bad—the song was doing really well, but he wasn’t even conscious to see it. You yourself really liked it. It reminded you of his older work, but with a more mature touch to it. You could feel that the boy was struggling with something dark within himself. That was something you could relate to.

Taehyung had been wild when he found out, immediately making calls and screaming at people over the phone. You assumed that the accident was probably…not an accident, given his reaction. You wanted to go see him as soon as you could. Yoongi luckily gave everyone the day off to cope, and you headed over first thing in the morning.

Your eyes became teary as a nurse led you to the room Jimin was in. He was unconscious, and looked absolutely beat. You sat by his side, fluffing his hair affectionately. The nurse left the two of you alone, and you leaned down to give a soft kiss on his lips, naively wondering if like sleeping beauty he might wake up. Of course he didn’t. This wasn’t a fairy tale—it was far from it.

You had been up all night thinking about it. You finally understood was Jin had meant when he suggested that you knew too much. Did Namjoon do this? The car was the same kind as his was. He did hate Jimin passionately, you knew this for a fact. But would he really go this far?

You thought back to your last interactions with Namjoon. He did seem to be a little out of his mind lately. You figured it was the drugs. You made a mental note to ask Jungkook what exactly he’s on.

He had been so aggressive about wanting to win the upcoming fight. Did he do this on purpose? You recalled that he said Jimin made him lose the last time. You felt queasy. Maybe all the shit you and Namjoon had been through really got to him, and this was him reacting.

The driver of the car was not found at the site of the accident, and it was by sheer luck that Jimin was even alive according to the police.

You pulled out Seokjin’s business card, finally fed up with all of this. It was getting too dangerous. You no longer felt safe. You dialed his number.

As the phone rang you heard the door swing open. You smiled sheepishly, waving at the familiar cheery face you hadn’t seen for so long. The face of a man that Namjoon had made you doubt. You were questioning everything now. It was Hobi.

Seokjin had headphones blaring his favorite songs as he jogged in place, getting himself pumped up at a local gym. He let out a few punches into the air. He was ready to beat Namjoon shitless. He was pleased. Pleased that you had finally called him, agreeing to meet with him and cooperating. He was so close to finding out the person behind all the madness—he just needed to get to Jimin.

The two of you agreed to meet later in the day. You had told him a brief amount of what all you knew and thought, but he recommended not giving details over the phone. Jin knew that gangs were smart enough to wire tap phones of their associates, especially ones who knew as much as you did.

“So you’re Jin” He turned, a man walked in, leaning casually against the wall. “Nice to meet you” He smirked before adding “Officer”

Jin turned quickly, grabbing a pistol and aiming it at the man who simply laughed. “Relax officer. I’m not who you’re after.”

Jin gritted his teeth, not letting his gun down. “What do you want?”

“See. There’s this girl.” He showed Jin a live video of you on his phone, “I have a guy there, on standby to shoot her brains out. Now you can prevent that” He walked closer to Jin, grinning widely.

“What do you want? I can fucking kill you dumbass”

The man shrugged, “You could. But then he will still kill Y/n. The only way he backs down is if he hears from me” The man brings up his own gun, aiming it right back at Jin, “That you’re gonna throw the fight”

“So you are a gangster.” He rolled his eyes.

“Poor Y/n. All alone at the hospital with no one to save her”

“Hospital? Why?”

“Oh didn’t you hear? Park Jimin got in a little accident” The man flashed a evil smile. Jin shuddered.

“Ok, ok. I’ll lose, just don’t fucking touch her. I want a guarantee” Jin raised his arms, lowering his gun to the ground.

“Lose the fight first. Then we’ll deliver her right to you, officer” He turned around to leave, and Jin tried to memorize every detail he could of the man—he had to be connected to Jimin somehow. He noticed the tattoo on his back, and his eyes widened.

The tattoo was of your name.

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mafiaaubts · 3 years

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BTS Mafia Profiles📁

Kim Namjoon- The Leader

* The Leader

* Was born into the Mafia.

* Always the smartest man in the room.

* Multilingual.

* Always has a plan.

* No one he trust more than his 6 brothers so he is very protective over them.

* Not really type to go on missions or meetings. Just doesn’t like the idea of people seeing his face unless it’s the last face they’ll see.

* HOWEVER when he does need to go on missions they normally end up bloodily. And meetings end earlier with them getting more than expected.

* He’s more of a Bring a gun to a knife fight just cause he has other shit to do.

* He’s the leader of 6 crazy mfs so he build he’s patient up high. He tries to not to get mad or starts fights but just as fast has one can start he can end it even faster. It’ll be a full on yelling match just for it to end up with him telling you what was done wrong.

* However this is a humble man so if he’s wrong he’ll own up to it but that’s rarely cause he’s never wrong.

* He drives himself.

* If he lives the expensive life style so does his brothers.

* Always checking on his brothers around him and making sure they have everything they need.

* In the life of a Mafia leader trusting people come rarely so he’s going to keep the people trust the most safe and comfy.

* And those people are his brothers.

Kim Seokjin

* The Hacker/Doctor/Lawyer

* Oldest in the mafia gang.

* Namjoon second right hand man, handles all the Legal activities/papers.

* Steps in for Namjoon at times, goes to all the meetings for him, meets all potential partners, handles anything Joon hands him and never fails.

* Given that Jin is the face everyone meets first he is dressed to impress 24/7.

* He willing to do just about anything to protect his younger ones.

* He learn the Law and then went to Medical school. He can at least keep them out of jail ~mainly keep the the younger, more reckless members from being dead on the floor.

* His main skill/job is being a damn good hacker. Can get into anything.

* Given that he’s been the oldest brother to 6 others his patient is high so he doesn’t get mad easily. It would take a lot to make him mad something like a death threat made to his brothers.

* He’s the type of mad that he doesn’t need to fight or yell to prove his point he’s death glares are enough.

* On his bad side, he’ll make anyone life a living hell. From draining their bank accounts to just making their whole identity disappear from the world.

* Seokjin is the one of the members that doesn’t mask his personality. He’s charming personality always leads him to get what he wants.

* He enjoys cooking for his brothers.

* If he isn’t cooking he taking everyone to a new 5 start restaurant every week just to try the food with them.

Min Yoongi(SUGA/AGUSTD)

* The Drug Dealer

* He isn’t just a drug dealer he does all kinds of jobs the only thing is it’s always done at night.

* This man can deal anything from guns to people.

* He is more of a shoot first ask later. It makes Hobi mad sometimes cause when he wanted to get information out of them Yoongi would have already had a bullet in their head.

* DOES NOT like messy scenes but when he having a weird combination of being tired and aggravated he’s patience no longer exist. If someone so much as breathe too loud he’ll pull his gun out and ready to drop him.

* Messy scenes like has happen enough time for Namjoon to always check on Yoongi before going to the mission or out on a deal; the brother learn to pick up the bloodlust that Yoongi radiate so they tend to stand behind him or just walk far enough to give him space but stay close enough to help if he needs it.

* Just like Joon getting in a fight with him is a yelling match but he’s not a clear headed fighter so he says off the wall shit.

* Gun collection is at a minimum. He’ll test and go through a lot of guns just to fine the perfect one that work for him. So it’ll be more of a personal collection that’s no one is allowed to touch.

* He is tired 24/7. He lives off energy drinks, coffee, and only fruits.

* The boys know when he is sleep to just let him have the 14 hour nap that’s about to happen. Waking him up would be as deadly as fighting with Joon.

* He doesn’t so much as mask his personality, it’s just no one stay around him long enough to see how he really is. RBF

* His brothers know who he is and on the rare occasion he is up and happy they’ll see that secret gummy smile he has. And they love it.

Jung Hoseok(Hobi)

* The Interrogator/Tracker

* Walking lie detector, knows when someone is lying through their teeth.

* He can’t stand liars. It drives him crazy; if he hears even a tiny lie he’ll go insane and loses it.

* For this rare skill Namjoon sends him to the meetings with Jin with the rule of he doesn’t kill anyone.

* When he needs to get information out of someone he can find creative ways to get what he needs.

* Picked up skill is learning to properly locate someone.

* He can find anyone, anywhere. Not a soul on Earth can hide from him. If Joon gives him a name, you’ll see him soon.

* photographic memory

* He knows every corner of any street. It’ll only takes him a second to memorize the whole grid system of a map

* He also is what you would call a clean up crew for more sensitive jobs.

* Doesn’t leave a trace of EVIDENCE when he’s leading the clean up.

* Also another brother who does mask his personality. Tries to be the happy go to person, but can easy get depressed.

* Likes kids and has a very soft protect feeling for them.

Park Jimin

* The Assassin.

* The face of an Angel but the mind working like the Devil.

* This man is so beautiful and he KNOWS it; uses it to his advantage.

* Gets whatever he wants without hesitation.

* Beloved by everyone, home boy even stopped TRAFFIC once.

* When he’s walking in the club men and women want him. Send him drinks or bottles, HELL even gifts.

* The fact that he can win over anyone: take them home is the reason why if Namjoon needs an important figure blackmailed or just killed he’ll give Jimin a photo and send him on his way.

* Jimin would be more of a knife man. Really he like to poison his targets just so he can have full control over them.

* He’ll play any game for them but the second that poison touches their lips they are his and they are dead.

* The thing about Jimin is that he’ll go off on a trip for days. No one but Namjoon would hear from him. He just loves to travel and be free: always bring his brothers back something he thinks they’ll like.

* The most caring person with his brothers but when they are out and about he’s a MASTER manipulator.

* He has the shortest temper among the brother, which leads him into a lot of later night bar fights or overkill on a target.

* However all the brothers know the real Jimin. The man who hates his own face because it’s the only thing anyone cares about.

* So they extra care of him when they feel like he isn’t at his best.

* They love taking care him.

Kim Taehyung(V)

* The Gunmen.

* This is Bangtan personal sniper.

* Can shoot any target from any destines. He prefer long distance; doesn’t like being to close to the messes he makes.

* He was trained to go days without food or sleep just to have complete focus on who he is shooting.

* Just like his Hyungs, V mask to hid his true personality. However because of his killing preference no one ever really see/meets him.

* The day anyone ever gets a chance to meet him face to face is only because Namjoon told his him needs to kill them.

* He has a very small fondness for making bombs. So when the boys need a bomb he’ll cook one up for them to try out. Always going for the biggest fire.

* He’s a thief.

* He’s lived in the dark for so long he’s master art of stealing shit without getting caught.

* Looks up to his older member so it’s only natural that when it’s just the 7 of them V can be himself, and every time it throws the older ones back.

* Has a love for art, always looking at art or making art himself.

* The members love his art work and always talks about it.

Jeon Jungkook(Kookie/JK)

The Golden Maknae.

Bangtan youngest most skilled member.

Was trained by each other member themselves so that he could be the best.

Learned how to mask his true self while also being charming and social.

Learned how to do basic level hacking without a trace.Can name every poison and drug on the street and black market.

Can hear lies coming from the person’s mouth before they even speak it.

In a gun fight this man would win on every level. He skilled in everything.

Knows a few tricks with some knifes as well.

Needless to say he loves his job because he’s on every job.

But his favorite thing to do is execute the raids where there is always tragedy.

He loves tragedy.

Where Namjoon needs him to go, he’ll go and get the job done.

Has no intention to be a new leader or any high role in the gang. More focus of being the perfect member for his hyungs.

With his hyungs he is not longer the golden gang member but the silliest member that picks child like fights with the other two youngest.

In his brother’s eyes he’s just a child.

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hollyhomburg · 3 years

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(Tw: accident, ptsd, soulmate au) I just thought of a really cute soulmate au- kinda going along with the theme of calamity in our daily lives. The m/c and yoongi both have the soulmate system of “your mark will apear once you’ve touched your soulmate for the first time- and it will be the same mark”

The day you meet, it’s normal if not for the pleasant forboding that comes with a day that’s going to be bad and good all at once. She crashes into yoongi on a crowded street in the middle of February, the button on his jacket gets tangled with one of her necklaces, and pops it clean off. They banter, and she picks up the button and puts it into his pocket, and before he can think any better, he asks her to a cup of coffee and a walk along the river.

They talk, he picks the clovers and she puts them in his coat pocket too, “what is this like a reverse pit pocketing situation?” He laughs, and gives you the button. It’s nearing the afternoon and really you both need to go on your separate ways but “do you mind if I walk you to the train station?” “Not at all stranger” it’s been hours and you still haven’t exchanged your names. Like a joke, yoongi only pauses to ask her before she reaches the gates- the platform below.

I have this vivid image of her standing there just before- yoongi asking “I know this might be a bit much- but would you like too-“ the train is so loud he has to raise his voice- so loud, are trains usually this loud? a sound and a boom below, the world rumbling and the smoke bulliowing out, of the doors and people screaming. a train crash that unseats your day- a day that should have been a happy one. Yoongi catches you as you stumble.

you and yoongi head down through the crowd. Yoongi finds an old woman struggling to get up the steps, her Cane fallen. and the next moment- youre slipping down the steps your hand sliding from us as you go to help anyone that can’t get up the stairs with the escalators and elevators disabled. and he’s carrying her up, stopping to help her climb onto his back.

He looks and looks but in the craziness of the accident he looses track of you. The news casters are there- so are fireman and police man and yoongi is the only famous face, it takes 10 minutes before yoongi gets recognized and then more- when his phone blows up from his friends and family making sure he’s okay. Namjoon texts in their group chat along with a flurry of others “let us know you’re okay or elce were going to march down there ourselves”

It makes quite the headline- the idol that saved the grandmother (and two others- but really he dosent think helping a pair of siblings- two elementary school students on their way home from school, and yoongi didn’t do anything but sit with them until their parents found them). But regardless of the reporters and policeman desperate to get a statement- yoongi finds himself only searching through the crowd to you, finding you nowhere- and he hopes- hopes you wherent hurt, or that you’re not still down there- that you might have gotten trapped by the smoke.

Yoongi asks and lingers as long as he could before a company car is there to pick him up. And it’s only when he gets home and takes off his soot stained jacket with the missing button and finds it, a red circle on his inner arm- the mark that tells him today he met his soulmate, inside the circle a tiny clover. Same as the ones you’d put in his pocket, now crushed and wilting.

Yoongi puts it in a jar and sobs until his lungs feel raw. only tells the others why when they beg to know, seokjins firm hand on his shoulder, jimins arms around his waist. Namjoon by the door- his fresh soulmate mark showed off- a marvel that hoseok thumbs. Reason comes in the form of Kim taehyung- and thank god for him- for his steadiness.

“She probably didn’t die, there where only a few fatalities yoongi, and we know all the names- why don’t we go through their faces again.” Jungkook sits with him again and again to go through them and reassure him that- that his soulmate isn’t dead. But still sometimes yoongi wakes up. His therapist calls it ptsd, takes him through complicated sessions and prescribes him medication that makes his head spin until he stops taking them.

Yoongi gets used to living again, takes walks without being afraid of every loud noise, and though he never quiet manages to take the train again he does go on national television a few weeks after the accident. Someone tries to give him a Medal of Honor and he refuses- saying that anyone would have gone inside. the real hero’s he tells the camera, are the fire fighters and medics.

He definitly does not mention meeting his soulmate that day, even if it probably is his best chance of being reunited with you again is a public announcement like this. it feels too private to confess like this. And he knows news of this would only send their fans into a tizzy trying to figure out his soulmate mark and recreate it on themselves.

It happens just as the first day had, yoongi is just walking back from a takeout place container in his hands. It’s summer- and hed be wearing short sleeves if it wasn’t for the damned mark on his arm. when he spots something- glimmering and out of place on the sidewalk.

he stoops down to pick up the chain- blinking in disbelief as he sees it- a familiar button on the end of a chain. He hears the foot steps then- thudding against the concrete as you look wildly- the face of someone whose lost something special to them. he could never forget the face of his soulmate no matter how many months it’s been- never.

Your eyes meet his across the street and it’s like that day all Over again. Yoongi dosent know why his eyes are wet when you walk up to him. The first thing that comes to mind a question. Not what he wants to say- not I’ve been looking everywhere for you, please just tell me your god damn name, and even more- I think if I don’t stay next to you if I let you out of my sight again that you’ll disappear from view forever.

No what he says is: “You kept it.”

“of course I did”

and of course they sit down and talk about what happened the day of the accident- how she ended up on the other side of the street and the entrance after helping another woman carry her stroller up the stairs. How you’d hit your head near the top and needed to be taken to the hospital for stitches, the scar that lights just on the edge of your hairline- a small thing really- any less bad and you wouldn’t have gone and yoongi never would have lost you.

“You saved me that day you know? If I hadn’t had you to talk to on the platform- then I would have been down on that track when the train derailed” yoongi humms and holds you closer, where you lie- his takeout forgotten in the grass- the same place you met before. You’ve come back to him- that button keeping you togeather when even fate couldn’t, if you’d never dropped it- then who knows how long it would have taken to find you. he dosent want to think about that. “What are soulmates for?”

You both get better, talk through your ptsd. And with you yoongi finds something that every therapist and diagnosis had been lacking. You grip his hand tightly and let him know you’re there with every loud noise. And every time he gets twitchy or overstimulated in public you lead him quietly away or if you can’t- you find little things to point out to him- grounding him against the panic in his head.

And many days when yoongi kisses you on your doorstep and ends up late for work- he’ll plunge his hand into his pocket and find small things, a sweet- a more, sometimes- a spare button. And he always texts you back a selfie and “this reverse pitpocketing has got to stop”

That night and many nights after, Yoongi Thanks fate for badly attached buttons, clover, natural disasters, and everything that’s brought you to him.

#bts #min yoongi #yoongi x reader #bts soulmate au

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agustdakasuga · 4 years

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A Place Called Home | Chapter 3

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

You bring Taehyung to the hospital for a check up and Yoongi insists on tagging along. Finally, you sit him down and find out why he has been acting weird the past few days.

“It’s your house, (y/n).” Yoongi crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. You sighed, rubbing your temples.

“I told you to stop saying that. This is OUR house. You and Jin both have a say in this too. I want to hear your opinions on it.” You leaned back on your hands and stared back at both your hybrids. Jin had remained silent, the arctic fox mainly looking between you and his black panther brother.

“We just got Jin hyung back. It’s a little unfair to suddenly be getting another hybrid here.” Yoongi spoke.

“I know. I’m sorry, Jin.” You squeezed his hand.

“It’s alright, (y/n). I know you just wanna help as many hybrids as possible. Honestly, I’m fine with whatever you choose. As long as you’re happy. But I think we should ask Taehyung what he wants to do.” Jin said.

It’s true. The tiger hybrid didn’t leave the next morning, to your surprise. He continued to stay and it was his 5th day here. He mainly kept to himself, having small conversations with you and Jin but tried to avoid Yoongi as much as possible. Jin told you it could be a feline territory thing. Luckily, you could count on him when you were at work.

“What if... I don’t want him here?” Yoongi asked cautiously.

“Then I would respect that. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable in your own home, Yoongi. I would try to arrange for him to go to a sanctuary or hybrid shelter.” You nodded your head.

“I don’t know, (y/n).” Yoongi looked away.

“Let’s try fostering him. If he is open to it, that is. At the end of the fostering period, then we’ll make a decision.” Jin suggested. You gave Yoongi a hesitant look but the panther actually nodded his head to the older’s words. He stalked over and pulled you into his arms.

“Alright, let’s talk to Taehyung. If he’s alright with it, I’ll bring him in with me for a check up.” You smiled, stroking the space between Yoongi’s ears. The three of you headed downstairs to see Taehyung sitting on the couch.

“Tae?” You called and his head shot up, ears turning to your direction. The tiger blinked at you.

“The boys and I have been talking. It has been a pleasure to have you here with us. And if you would like to, I would like to foster you.” You smiled.

“R-Really? Foster me?” His eyes showed shock.

“Yeah. I wouldn’t want to force you into adoption right away. At least with foster, I can give you medical care and house you without any legal issues. This will also give the 3 of you time to see if you’re comfortable with one another. Once the foster period is over, we can decide if you would like to permanently be part of our family.” You explained.

Hearing you say ‘our family’ made Jin and Yoongi’s heart soar. This just constantly reaffirmed that they had the best owner any hybrid could ever ask for. You were a human that lived for the well being of hybrids.

“Is that okay?” Taehyung turned to the two boys. Yoongi shrugged but nodded while Jin gave a thumbs up.

“I would like that. Thank you.” Taehyung threw his arms around you to hug you. That caught you by surprise but you smiled softly and patted his back.

“I’m going to head to the hospital. You’ll have to come with me for a check up and I’ll get your paper work.” You informed.

“I’ll come with!” Jin raised his hand.

“I... don’t have classes today.” Yoongi said and you knew that meant that Yoongi wanted to tag along as well. You nodded your head and all of you went to get ready. Yoongi always did a reminder check with you to make sure that you had all your things. He even (reluctantly) sprays your body with a scent mask, which was necessary since you didn’t want your hybrids’ scents to scare off your patients.

“Let’s go.” Yoongi held your hand and led you to the car.

“Hey Fran! I’m doing good. How are you?... Yeah, I’m going to be fostering, do you think you could help me pull up the file? I’ll be bringing him in for a check up today... Tiger hybrid, Kim Taehyung... Alright, thank you!” You spoke to your friend and hung up.

Taehyung looked at you in amazement as you chatted animatedly with Yoongi, who was driving. He had only seen the cold panther smile around you.

“You three follow Jin and get registered. I’m going to clock in.” You told them. Yoongi and Jin gave you pecks on the cheek. You ruffled Taehyung’s hair and he watched you disappear behind the staff doors.

“(y/n)! I saw your boys in the waiting room.” Your colleague, Dr Yu, popped her head into your office.

“Yeah. I’m gonna foster a tiger hybrid so he needs his check up.” You replied, opening the file that the hospital’s adoption agent had dropped off on your desk.

“No one can beat your heart of gold, (y/n).” Dr Yu sat opposite you as you studied Taehyung’s file. You laughed at her words, not looking up. Taehyung’s file was quite clean. He had all his shots and no serious medical history. It says his old owner passed away. But nothing about how he became homeless.

“Is Yoongi okay with another feline?” Dr Yu asked.

“He’s... getting used to it.” You let out an awkward chuckle. One rule was that a doctor cannot conduct a check up on his/ her own hybrid because of a biased incident years ago.

“Dr Yu, do you think you could...” You started.

“Thought you’d never ask! Don’t worry, you can count on me.” She took Taehyung’s file, winking before leaving. You wore your coat and started your rounds, already running slightly late. As you walked with both your nurses, you ran into Jin and Taehyung.

“Where’s Yoongi?” You asked.

“He said he had to go to the bathroom. We’re heading for Taehyung’s x-ray now.” Jin said and you nodded your head.

“Anything about the wolf hybrid in ICU 2?” You asked and your nurses shook their heads.

“We couldn’t find any family in the system but someone comes to leave flowers every day. No one has seen who the mysterious flower sender is though.” Your nurse informed and you nodded your head. The 3 of you made your way to said hybrid’s ICU room. But you froze when you saw someone through the viewing glass.

“Yoongi?” You whispered.

“Dr (y/l/n), isn’t that your hybrid?” The other nurse asked. You nodded. With his sharp senses, Yoongi heard you and smelt you. His head whipped to you standing at the door with your nurses. You couldn’t even hide the shock on your face as you looked at him.

“Kitt- (y/n).” Yoongi acknowledged but you cleared your throat.

“Check all his vitals and get me an ECG. Take some blood and send it to the lab for the works. We’ll change his dressing as well.” You ignored him and walked to the unconscious wolf.

“(y/n).” Yoongi called softly.

“We’ll talk later. Please step outside.” You said, not turning to face him as you used your flashlight to test his reflexes. Yoongi’s ears dropped, flattening against his head before leaving the room. You cleaned the wolf’s wounds, happy to see no sign of infection and a speedy recovery.

“I’ll send his blood to the lab.” One of the nurses bowed and left. After making sure everything was okay, you took the folder from the end of the bed and opened it.

“Can you help me key these files in first? I’ll just update this and go to the nurses’ station.” You told the other nurse in the room.

“Yes, doctor.” She grabbed the stack of folders of the other patients you saw and left. You were left alone in the room with the wolf hybrid. Sighing, you sat on the chair and took your pen out to begin scribbling today’s report on a fresh page. You heard the door open.

“Kitten.” Yoongi called out to you. You hummed as a signal that you were listening to him.

“Are you mad? I’m sorry.” He spoke.

“I’m not mad. I’m hurt you didn’t trust me enough to tell me anything.” You replied. You weren’t lying. Yoongi could smell the disappointment and hurt from your being.

“You know I have been wrecking my brain to find out whatever I can about him. Where he comes from, how he ended up on the streets, how he was hurt. I don’t even know his name, Yoongi. You knew and you didn’t even think to mention it. You even come in everyday and leave flowers for him.” You let out a huff of frustration.

“Is this why you have been acting off? You saw him the night we came in to see the lion right? That’s why you were in my office, looking so distraught.”

“Yes. I saw him that night I was heading to your office. His name is Namjoon. We’re... from the same fighting ring. He was probably hurt by our ring master, the same person who hurt me.” Yoongi revealed.

“The cut on his abdomen was meant to kill him. That’s how ring masters kill their fighters.” He continued.

“When you found me 3 years ago, I should have went back to save him but I didn’t. He must have thought I was dead.” Yoongi cursed, guilt filling his system.

“It’s not your fault, Yoongi. I don’t think Namjoon would blame you too.” You got up and wrapped your arms around him. Yoongi’s body slumped against yours as his tail curled around your waist. The beeper in your coat went off and for a moment, you forgot you were still working.

“I need to go. Let Jin and Tae know you’re here, okay? Jin would worry that you are gone for so long.” You patted his head, making him purr.

“(y/n), I know it’s too much to ask but... when Namjoon wakes up...” He stuttered, looking down.

“Of course, Yoongi. He’s always welcomed to stay with us but bear in mind, that’s his decision to make. We can’t make others conform to our wants.” You smiled softly and squeezed his hand before you left.

By the time you returned to your hybrids, it was close to midnight. You yawned and dropped onto the couch tiredly. You heard doors opening and footsteps down the stairs.

“Oh, Taehyung.” You gave a tired smile.

“Jin hyung’s heat came earlier and Yoongi hyung tried to help. They’re sleeping now.” Taehyung explained, a slightly blushed creeping up his cheeks. You nodded your head, not affected by it at all. It was a natural thing for hybrids to have heat and you were thankful your hybrids could cope with it on their own. There wasn’t anything awkward about it.

“I have your file ready.” You said, holding up the folder.

“C-Can I see?” He asked.

“Of course, silly. It’s your file.” You giggled and patted the space next to you. Taehyung immediately gave you a boxy grin and tucked himself under your arm as you opened the file. He didn’t really understand all the medical words but you were quick to verbally explain things to him.

“Although, we did find that one of your ribs was broken in a past injury. The x-ray showed a misalignment, which means it didn’t really heal properly.” You showed him the image in the light.

“Oh...” Taehyung gulped.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” You patted his head.

“I was disobedient and they would punish me. They said I deserved it for being bad.” He stuttered nervously, ears drooping down.

“Oh, Tae. No wonder it didn’t heal properly.” You sighed.

“B-But! I promise, I-I’m not disobedient anymore! Really! I’m a good boy.” He was quick to grab your hands.

“Tae, listen to me. Listen to my voice. Calm down, breathe, baby. What those people did to you was horrible and illegal. I know you’re a good boy. No one is going to hurt you anymore, I promise. You’re safe here.” You hugged him and he wrapped his arms around your torso tightly, seeking comfort in your radiating warmth. His cries were reduced to small sniffles.

“I’ll need to wrap your ribs to try and realign them. Is that okay?” You asked and he nodded his head.

“Let me take a shower first. I probably smell like a thousand hybrids.” You chuckled and shuffled upstairs to shower. Before entering your room, you stopped by Jin’s room to check on him and Yoongi. The two were fast asleep under the covers, making you smile.

“Come on, baby.” You called Taehyung to your room.

“Lift your shirt.” You instructed, taking the gauze and sports tape you took from the hospital, specifically for him. Turning around, you saw Taehyung fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

“I... I... There are scars...” He kept his gaze down.

“It’s alright, Taehyung. Everyone has their own scars.” You smiled, comforting him. Slowly, he removed his shirt. You tried not to gasp at the whip scars on his back. Taking a deep breath, you began to put the sports tape to hold everything in place as you wrapped him up. When you were done, you handed him his shirt and he quickly put it on.

“I’ll tidy up.” Taehyung watched you put things away. You laid down beside him, yawning.

“Goodnight Taehyung.” You closed your eyes. He held you in his arms, his orange tail curling itself around your ankle. He made a mental note to ask you about it tomorrow.

The next morning, you were on call from home so you didn’t have to go into the hospital unless they were short staffed. The three hybrids sat by the kitchen island, eating their breakfast as you fixed yourself a coffee.

“Iced Americano for Yoongi, hot latte for Jin and tea for Taehyung.” You placed all 3 cups down.

“Do you usually get called in?” Taehyung asked.

“Not really. But I do have some papers to go through and reports to update so I’m not completely free today even if I get to be at home.” You chuckled, drinking your iced black coffee. Yoongi placed his plate in the sink and wrapped his arms around you.

“Unfortunately, I have classes today.” He kissed your cheek. You laughed and stroked his head.

“Have a good day.” You wished and he gave you another kiss on the temple. He let Jin kiss him on the cheek and ruffled Taehyung’s hair before he left. His actions left you with raised eyebrows but nonetheless, your heart swelled.

“Plans for today, Jin?” You asked as you washed up.

“It’s my first day back at the nursery.” Jin reminded. Before Jin went to the institution, he actually worked at a plant nursery, tending to all the plants and learning all about plant care from the old man who owned it. You nodded, remembering he mentioned it to you recently. Jin came and gave you a kiss as well, heading to his room to get ready.

“Looks like it’s just you and me then.” You grinned.

“I don’t mind.” Taehyung flashed a boxy smile. With both older boys at their jobs, you were in your room, sitting at your desk with your laptop and report folders around you.

Taehyung stayed by your side, sitting on the ground, his head in your lap. You would run your fingers through his hair as you were deep in thought.

“Hmm...” You scratched your head, reading through the patient files. Suddenly, your phone rang, making both you and Taehyung jump. You quickly answered the phone. As you heard the person on the opposite line, you looked down at Taehyung uneasily.

“I see... I understand.” You frowned and hung up.

“Tae, I don’t know how to tell you this but... They arrested your owner. He is in police custody and you will need to help with investigations.” You explained. Taehyung’s eyes widened in alarm.

“Please! I don’t want to go back! I can’t! I promise I didn’t do anything, (y/n)! Please believe me!” He got on his knees to beg, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“I won’t let them take you back, Tae. They just want to ask you some questions. I don’t want you going either but if I don’t bring you in, they’ll come to take you in by force.” You stroked his head. He hugged your torso, crying into the material of your shirt.

“I’m sorry, Tae.” You didn’t know what to do. Taehyung cried as he changed and got ready. Even in the car, he cried in the passenger seat, his tail curled around your thigh as you drove to the police investigation headquarters.

“Hi, I’m here to see Officer Kim Jooyeon?” You went to the receptionist, holding Taehyung’s hand.

“Dr (y/n) (y/l/n)?” An officer headed to you. You had to force a smile and shake his hand. He cleared his throat, seeing Taehyung so distraught, his arms and tail wrapped around you tightly. You stroked the back of his head to try and comfort him.

“This is his file. We just filed for foster care yesterday.” You handed the officer Taehyung’s paw printed file.

“Right. Don’t worry, we just need to ask Taehyung some questions as a witness to lock up that man. He will return to your foster care the moment investigations are over.” He explained.

“How long? He’s still injured and needs to be tended to.” You asked.

“I can’t give you an exact answer now, I’m afraid. You can come see him as his doctor, I’ll let my boss know. But that’s the best I can do for you now.” Officer Kim said. You sighed and nodded your head. Taehyung had grown so attached to you over the week and he didn’t want to be separated for you so quickly. You cupped his face in your hands, wiping his tears.

“Hey, baby. Breathe. It’s only gonna be a while. You’ll be home before you know it.” You comforted.

“I don’t want to see him.” Taehyung cried.

“You won’t. You will be separated from him.” Officer Kim assured. Kissing Taehyung on the forehead, you left him with Officer Kim and closed your eyes, using all your will power to turn and leave.

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Another day

Jungkook x Reader

Mafia au

Page 12 Street fighter pros

“And then you came and you were all like ‘OH MY GOD WE HAVE TO SAVE THE CHILD’ and then I was so scared I fainted on hoseok’s arms and then you almost sacrificed your life for that kid- IT was crazy y/n you were like superwoman” May was trying to pay attention to the road while explaining her crazy dream to you.

“Oh my god May I had the exact same dream!” You say in a surprised tone.

“Really!?”

“Are you crazy? Of course I didn’t!” You laugh

“Fuuuuck you dude. I’m telling you it was like a whole ass movie”

“Yeah if you’re the one experiencing it, sure” you roll your eyes and laugh.

May sloppily parked her car in front of a convenience store “Hoseok should be here any minute now”

You rest your head in the back of the seat before you slightly turn it to the left to face May “So… how long do we have to pretend that you and Hobi are just friends?”

“We ARE just friends…” May sighted “Look, he is a very nice guy… plus he has been extremely kind to both me and you. I’m scared that if I push things between us… well… I’m scared he will distance himself. It’s better to have him as a friend than to loose him completely, right?” May looked like she was looking for a bit of validation from you. And to be honest, you understand exactly how she feels. Hoseok has been a good friend to both of you, and you know that May would feel terrible if she was to ruin that friendship.

“I feel you. It’s tough. But if you want my opinion, sooner or later he is going to make his move. Jesus with the way he looks at you sometimes I wonder why there ain’t no ring on your finger already girl” you both chuckle.

May quickly sat up straight “Shhhg he’s coming”

“Hey giiirls” you heard Hoseok’s loud voice while he was approaching the car but as you turn around you notice another male figure right behind him. “Hope you don’t mind, I brought some company” he pointed to his blond haired friend “This is Jimin!”

May was smiling so hard she resembled a host of some kind of a Disney show “The more the merrier! Hello Jimin, I’m May” she waved

“I’ve heard loads of great things” the blonde haired man turned his face slightly towards Hoseok and formed a cheeky smile. “And you must be y/n” he made a heart melting eye contact. This man’s eyes were so expressive you had to double check whether or not you were drunk.

“Heyy!! hope you’ve heard great things about me too” you chuckled

Jimin was still smiling when you said that, but the smile felt different, like he wanted to say something more but couldn’t.

“So, do you guys know where the mall is or should we use the gps?” May asked while unlocking her phone

“Oh yeah don’t worry it’s not even that far from here, we’ll let you know the way” Jimin said. It was like this dude had a constant smile on his face. He looked kind and warm. You wander why you hadn’t met him all this time. You bet you four would get along.

The car ride was fun. You and Jimin listen to pretty much exactly the same music, you argued with both May and Hoseok about that one controversial song you and Jimin wanted to listen to. It was genuinely like you knew the guy for a while. The fact that Jimin and Hoseok are best friends with Jungkook still eludes you. They are so different.

—

“Hey can we go grab something to eat? I’m literally starving” Hoseok made a cute whine while touching his stomach

“Sure! What’s on the menu today? Fried chicken?” May jumped up and down like a 5 year old

“Oh my god, can you read my thoughts?” Hoseok made a fake shocked face.

Suddenly Jimin elbowed you “what’s up with these two?” He whispered while laughing

“I literally could not tell you. I’m still trying to figure it out myself” you chuckled

“Jokes aside, you guys seem to help Hoseok a lot mentally” He whispered again, while still gazing at Hoseok and May “You know I was very hesitant when the guys said they wanted to go to collage. I mean work is so important to us we tend to forget real life exists. And besides it’s very dangerous to be so public sometimes-“ Jimin made a pause to look at you, thinking he messed something up. Work, again. Their damn work. It was all these dudes seem to care about. You couldn’t help but still wonder why it was so important to them. Sure, they were 7 boys living alone, you bet they got stressed over income, but that all just doesn’t make sense when you see them party in these big mansions wearing hella expensive suits. Something just didn’t sit right with you.

Jimin cleared his throat before continuing “Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, I get it now. You know for the longest of time, I would wake up in our house only to face a stressed Hoseok every single fucking day. And now, I see him actually enjoying his life for once. He seems genuinely happy when he’s with you two. I really want to thank you about that.”

Jimin’s words caught you completely off guard. You remember talking with Hoseok one day after a common class. He opened up a bit to you, he told you about how he thought his life was a loop that he couldn’t escape and you related to that so bad. You knew how he felt like, and you couldn’t help but be relieved to know now that you and May actually helped him. “Jimin, you don’t need to thank us for being friends with Hoseok. Hoseok is awesome and has been a very good friend to both me and May. I’m really happy to know he’s doing ok now.”

“Heyy there’s a table here” May yelled “Hey what are you guys doing over there?” She and Hoseok finally noticed that you and Jimin weren’t following them this entire time.

“We’re coming!!” Jimin laughed and grabbed your arm.

“God I haven’t had Korean Fried chicken in so long, I’m literally salivating thinking about it” Jimin chuckled

“Oh right, Jimin you only returned to Korea a couple of days ago, right?” You said as you sat down next to him

“Ohh.. yeah. I’ve been abroad working for so long I’ve forgotten what kimchi tastes like” he shook his head

“How long did you stay abroad for?” You questioned while looking at the menu.

“2 and a half months. But it felt more like a year if I’m being honest”

“Wow, that must’ve been lonely! Considering all of your friends were here…”

“Jimin used to face time me for three hours everyday” Hoseok joined the conversation “I wouldn’t have a problem with it but the time difference was a pain in the ass. Italy and Korea have like a 7 hour time difference”

“Italy?! Oh my god, I love Italy, where did you stay?” May sounded excited. May didn’t ‘love’ Italy, she just loved garlic bread… you’ve told her multiple times that Italy was so much more than the food.

“Venice! Beautiful city Venice was. But since I was working there it took away some of its beauty…” Jimin made a short pause “anyway! Has everyone made up their minds? I can’t wait to stuff my face with some Korean chicken!”

—

You, May, Hoseok and Jimin were not talking at all. That chicken was so delicious you literally spent at least 5 minutes mindlessly eating it, well that was until Jimin’s phone rang.

He made a sight. It was funny, eating chicken was more important to Jimin than answering his phone but he eventually gave in. “You motherfucker didn’t call me ONE day while I was at Venice. Why are you all over my dick now??”

Hoseok was chewing and laughing at the same time, implying that he knew the person that had called Jimin “He never calls anyone when we are away and alone but when we are in Korea he just doesn’t leave us in peace that fella” Hobi yelled so the person calling could hear him.

Jimin laughed “He says you should stop crying about it”

“Whoahh Jeon Jungkook I’m never letting you borrow my clothes again”

Jungkook? Fuck. Couldn’t one day pass without that name being brought up? You were having such a fan time and somehow he always finds a way to ruin it one way or another.

“Oh we’re at the Seoul Mall with two angels eating chicken! Man this stuff is better than I remembered? You need to buy me more tomorrow Jeon” Jimin said to Jungkook through the phone.

“Two angels?” Hoseok repeated “Hey don’t tell him that! he’ll misunderstand dude, just tell him we’re with May and y/n”

“Hoseok wants you to know the two angels are May and y/n” and as Jimin was laughing his face suddenly formed a weird expression and he slowly removed his phone from his ear.

“What happened?” Hoseok was still passionately eating chicken

“That little shit hang up on me”

Hoseok chuckled “yeah he does that sometimes”

—

Just when you guys were about to get up from the table Jungkook appears out of nowhere. “Having fun without me?” He said to everyone that was sitting at the table, but at the end he kept eye contact with you, his usual smirk painted on his face. Honestly what was this dude’s problem? Why did he seem to be everywhere you went? Yeah sure he’s best friends with Hoseok and Jimin, but today was supposed to be you having fun with a couple of friends, not him. To be honest, maybe you were being a bit unfair since you just didn’t fancy the man much, but still, he has the nerve to come up here with an attitude?

“You literally said you didn’t feel like going out today-“ Jimin kind of exposed Jungkook but he quickly cut him off

“Hey if you’d ask me a second time I’d say yes! I was just testing you guys”

“Testing us? You’re weird Jeon” Hoseok got up and gave Jungkook a handshake “we just ate tho mate, sorry”

“Hey I’m pretty sure I saw a place with a bunch of arcade games on the second floor, are you guys down?” You suddenly remembered that you wanted to mention that earlier, you wish Jungkook wasn’t here though.

“I’m sooooo down for that” Jimin got up with a jump. “Hobi if I win at Frogger you owe me 50 bucks” he started pacing towards the elevator

“Hey I never agreed to such a deal” Hobi quickly followed behind him.

You got up to follow the guys and Jungkook walked next you staying quite for a while before breaking the silence “You seem to be getting along with all of my friends”

You kept walking, ignoring his existence next to you.

He let out a laugh and placed his hands in his pockets “Cat ate your tongue?”

“What exactly do you want me to say?” You stopped and turned to the side to face him.

“I get a feeling that you don’t like me much y/n. Why is that?” You could sense the sarcasm in his tone and for some reason it annoyed you more than it should have.

“I barely know you Jungkook” you continued to walk.

Jungkook stopped you by grabbing your arm “Now that’s just unfair. You know me far more than you know Jimin, and you two seem to hit it off just fine.”

“Do I? Do I really know you? Cause whenever we talk you just feel Ingenuine. You do things one day and then you act like a completely different person the other. Sometimes you’re nice but others you can be such a dick” you clearly said more than you wanted to say. But you’ve been keeping all of this inside you for a week now. You haven’t told May about the moment you and Jungkook had at the party and it was honestly troubling you for some fucking reason. The way Jungkook acted all sweet and decent towards you but then two days later was cracking jokes with a girl he had fucked the other night is something that is annoying to you in a way you can’t explain. And the worst part is, you don’t even know why… you don’t know why Jungkook has such an effect on you and it scares you.

Jungkook looked down “hey do you wanna go somewhere private to talk? I don’t think-“

“Hell no, I did not go out with Jimin and Hoseok so I could have a therapy session with you. I’m going to play some street fighter to ease my mind” you started walking again. You honestly did not want to do this. Besides, it was pointless to talk to him anyway. Your relationship wasn’t even that deep. You don’t know if you could even call Jungkook a friend, so why even bother trying to solve something that didn’t really need to be solved?

“Street fighter??! I bet you anything you can’t beat me on that game” Jungkook lightly punched you in the shoulder

“Oh consider it a challenge then” you said with what you called your war eyes.

You spent two whole hours playing street fighter with Jungkook. You were surprised to find out he was almost as competitive and stubborn as you were. It was honestly fun, more fun than you initially expected it to be. Jimin Hoseok and May had played pretty much every other game on that store and they were all amazed at the sight of you and Jungkook going round after round on that one game for two hours straight

“Hey you two, I think it’s honestly time to let it go, little kids want to play as well” Jimins voice was slightly audible from the back of your heads. You didn’t care to respond as you were fixated on the game.

“Fuck the kids I need to win 3 more rounds” Jungkook said the sentence like he was rushing to catch a flight he was late for.

“You mean loose 3 more rounds” you teased.

“How old are you guys?” May chuckled “Come ooon I wanna get ice scream”

Your eyes stared at the game and the game only “Cool go get ice scream then. This is important”

“Ok ok how about we just go get ice scream and you two just come and find us whenever you’re done with this damn thing, alright?” Hoseok said

“Yeah yeah whatever” Jungkook was as fixated to the game as you were.

“May I’ll call you when we are done ok?” While you were saying that Jungkook managed to deal some damage to you in the game. “You SNEAKY little rat”

Jungkook laughed “Y/n your positioning was rather weak this round.” He made a posh accent

“You two amaze me…” was all May said before heading off with the guys.

—

After 20 minutes victory was finally yours. You knew this would be the outcome, even though you got nervous at points because Jungkook was indeed extremely good at that game. You never thought you’d meet another street fighter enthusiast.

“You know what, I’m not even mad that I lost. That was legit so much fun” Jungkook said as you exited the Arcade store.

“I didn’t know you could be this cool Jungkook, good job” you chuckled

“What do you mean? You said I was the definition of cool, remember?”

How could you fucking forget? That night has been playing in your head like a damn movie. ‘I think I’ve kissed you about 10 times already y/n’ . How could you possibly fucking forget that. The way he said it was everything you ever wanted to hear from someone yet you didn’t want that someone to be him. He is everything you need to stay away from. You know he is no good for you, yet you can’t help but wonder whether or not you should have kissed him that night, then maybe that thought wouldn’t linger in your head this whole fucking week. You look down, facing him is something you find rather difficult all of a sudden.

“Hey I wanna grab a burger actually, do you mind walking with me?” He asked

“Sure” you didn’t even hesitate. You started walking again and the silence was just unbearable because your thoughts kept getting the better of you.

“I was never able to do that K.O combo, honestly I tried so hard… how did you even learn to do it?” He broke the silence.

You took a second to look at him only to notice Jeon Jungkook had puppy eyes. He seemed so genuinely surprised that you were actually good at that game and it was entertaining to you. “You really wanna know how I managed to do that?”

“Of course I want to know!”

“Well don’t tell anyone, but I do have a secret.”

Jungkook’s eyes lit up “ I knew it! It’s just too hard to do it the normal way and-“

“I was a complete loser during elementary school” you cut him off and he seemed more than confused by your answer.

“What does that have to do with-“

“I had absolutely no friends. I didn’t like any of the kids in my class, and I don’t blame me actually, they were all little assholes” you chuckle “anyway, that’s how I did it. I used to play street fighter all day. I didn’t do anything else. So naturally, I became a pro”

Jungkook shook his head smiling “You are something else y/n”

You bet Jungkook doesn’t even know how these words make you feel. He could say all these things and then act like it’s nothing. You envied him for that. If you could brush things off that easily your life would be ten time easier to deal with. But unfortunately, one of your gifts is over analyzing situations. Thanks for that, universe.

You finally arrived at the dorms. Your bed felt so good after such a long day. You quickly washed up and brushed your teeth. You tucked yourself in your bed and closed all of your room’s lights except a little tiny orange bear light that you had on the edge of your night stand. When you pick up your phone and check your notifications, you find a text message from an unsaved number.

+8210 2679048: Hey, you prob don’t have my number, don’t freak, this is Jungkook

Jungkook? How did he even get your number? Hoseok Maybe? Even if that’s true why would he ask Hoseok for your number anyway? You can’t help but reply immediately

y/n: did something happen??

Not even a minute passes and you hear a ding from your phone

Jungkook: does something need to happen for me to text you?

What was this? Jungkook thinks you and him have one day of truce and he can just chit chat with you through texts? He had to have known that was kind of odd, considering you barely talk with Hoseok over texts. So it was even more weird when it came to Jungkook, you guys barely talked in real life to begin with.

y/n: uuhhh yeah. Also my texting hours are 10am to 5pm.

You tried to play it off as a joke but Jungkook texting you for no reason truly weirded you out

Jungkook: I guess you can make an exception for me then

What? Where was he going with this? You found yourself staring at your screen for a minute straight trying to process what was even happening.

y/n: terribly sorry to inform you that we are out of exceptions this week.

Jungkook: y/n I’m glad you’re not majoring in comedy.

y/n: ikr, the competition for all of the amateurs would be too much to bear.

Jungkook: https://youtu.be/yWHrYNP6j4k

Jungkook: this is such a good song

You stare at the text in disbelief. Did he just send you a link to a fucking song? Is this dude for real? Out of nowhere?

y/n: ?

y/n: are you alright?

Jungkook: what? It’s a good song…

y/n: I’m not saying it’s a bad song, but isn’t it too random to just send it to me?

Jungkook: it’s a gesture of friendship.

You laugh out loud as you read his text. Friendship? He couldn’t be serious right now.

y/n: goodnight Jungkook.

Jungkook: going to bed already?? Oh cmon y/n you’re no fun

You roll your eyes, does he think you exist to entertain him? Before you could reply Jungkook sent another text.

Jungkook: picture.file

A picture? A voice in your head screams. You quickly tap on the message and you are greeted with a dim lit picture of jungkooks collarbones along with his sharp jawline. You could see a couple of his tattoos at the edge as well. The picture was hot. And you found yourself staring at it before realizing, what the fuck was Jungkook trying to do? This picture was not an innocent ‘gift’ you send to a friend, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t do this on purpose.

y/n: ?

Jungkook: picture.file

Another one? God what game is he playing? You opened the next picture and you see Jungkook’s face, just his face, smirking at the lens. Fuck he was effortlessly attractive, more than you could admit. You notice his eyes being red and that’s when it hits you, Jungkook is high as fuck.

Jungkook: it’s not fair

Jungkook: I’m the only one sending pictures

y/n: well I didn’t ask for them did I.

y/n: besides, I need to catch my beauty sleep of 10 hours

For some reason, it didn’t surprise you that Jungkook was doing weed.

Jungkook: you don’t need a beauty sleep, you’re already beautiful

Jungkook: how much more can you get

Jungkook: not fair for the other girls

You’re eyes widened and you read those last texts again. No. Jungkook was high and a mess, you can’t be taking what he is saying right now seriously, he probably won’t even remember it tomorrow morning. No no no. You will stop caring about this, over analyzing shit in your head should finally stop. It’s a bad habit.

y/n: goodnight Jungkook

Was all you said before putting your phone on mute and throwing it on the other side of the bed. You closed your eyes and tried to forget everything Jungkook said. Not just today, but generally… you don’t want to overthink anymore. Jungkook is just someone you go to collage with and talk from time to time. Nothing more.

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