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don't push your luck | knj

you’re asked to present at an important meeting, but of course, your rival has to come along for the ride.

✨ title: don't push your luck | one-shot ✨ pairing: namjoon x f!reader ✨ genre/au: angst | ex college rivals, e2l, co-workers, one-bed trope ✨ rating: pg-18 | ✨ word count: 6.4k ✨ warnings: language, joon loves to call reader a lot of pet names, suggestive language, they're both kinda jerks to one another, they've also known each other for a long time (and slept together once), both are literary agents, mentions of surgery and cancer, banter, mentions of alcohol, they sleep in the same bed, there is a small hug, reader has misconceptions of joon, did i mention angst?, reader likes to blame namjoon for her shortcomings ✨ a/n: hi--so this was originally supposed to be out for joonie's birthday lmao and here it is a few weeks later. don't be afraid to let me know what you think. i love hearing from readers.

“Hold the door!”

A heaving sensation fills your chest and you feel out of breath. Everything you could imagine going wrong before a flight happened—your alarm wasn’t set, the Uber arrived late and hit every traffic light, security ‘needed’ to rifle through your suitcase for suspicious items, and the stupid expensive carry-on you purchased has given up on you.

“You made it just in time,” the attendant smiles and scans your plane ticket.

“Oh, thank god.”

You’re grateful to be in first class and now you can finally relax. It’s even better when you look at your row and the seat next to you is empty. There are a few glares from other passengers, but you don’t care–you’ve made it, and that’s all that matters.

When you settle into your seat, you check your phone for any last-minute work emails. The flight attendant announced the plane was ready to taxi for take-off. They ask everyone to be seated and buckled.

As you’re ready to plug your earbud in, you hear a muffled bang from behind. Peering over your shoulder, you realize you’re in the row before the bathrooms. Great, you think, that’ll be fun. You can hear clinking and clanking from the bathroom door along with someone shuffling out as the door slam shuts.

“Sir, please take your seat. We’re ready for take-off,” the flight attendant says.

The man clears his throat. “Oh, yes, of course. My seat’s right here.”

You look up to see none other than the person who has become the bane of your existence, Kim Namjoon. They say keep your friends close, but your enemies closer and he loved to be so close to you alright–everywhere you are to be exact.

Your jaw clenches as he plops down beside you. A few seconds later, a woman emerges from the bathroom. She brushes past the attendant, holding a card between her fingers as she peers down at Namjoon. “That was fun. Call me sometime,” she grins while walking away.

“You’re disgusting.” A shiver runs down your spine as one can assume what they were doing in there.

Namjoon gives you puppy eyes. “You’re so mean to me,” he pouts, folding his arms against his chest as he looks down. Not a split second later, he turns to you with a smirk. “I can rock your world whenever you want, angel.”

If only he could see the smoke fuming from your ears. He would never let that one time you slept with him go, would he? It was a moment of weakness you wish you could take back.

You scoff at his comment. “I can’t believe they just let anyone on airplanes now.”

His eyes rake over you. “I could say the same about you,” he retorts.

“What are you doing here, anyway?”

“What do you think I’m doing here, darling?”

Your body cringes at the stupid pet name. “Oh, I don’t know, to annoy the fuck out of me?” you say, flashing a wry smile.

“Ah, yes. That’s on my itinerary too, but you know I can’t resist an all-expenses-paid trip when it’s offered.”

This was your chance to make an impression on one of the biggest publishing houses. But with Kim Namjoon tagging along on this little trip? He will consume your thoughts because you can’t think of anything else when he’s around–plotting and scheming ways to take you down.

“Just stay out of my hair tomorrow.”

Namjoon sucks his teeth. “Wish I could, sweetheart. But, whatever Ms. Davis wants, she gets.”

A part of you wondered if Namjoon was sleeping with her to get to the top of the food chain, like the vulture he is. You shivered at the thought of the two in compromising positions. Namjoon’s college shenanigans were something that continued even into adulthood, you guessed.

The blinking cursor in this blank Word document has been mocking you, thinking you’re a clown. But you blame Kim Namjoon. He’s pushed his seat back, legs crossed and reclined, hands behind his head as he’s laughing obnoxiously at the movie on his computer screen. Every stifled laugh and clap has you rolling your eyes.

You can’t concentrate when he’s around, and that’s how it’s always been since sophomore year of college. The countless conversations with yourself because you had to be ready with a witty remark in case he is a smart-ass about anything and everything.

It was a sweet relief when you walked across that stage to shake the president’s hand and retrieve the rolled-up paper. And when you lifted your tassel from one side to the other, you exhaled because you never had to cross paths with him again.

That is four years into your job, and who shows up sitting in your office? None other than Kim Namjoon–your old academic rival.

You’re 29. No man should have you gritting your teeth, ready to claw at him. Then again, he’s no ordinary man–more like the devil incarnate. He makes your skin crawl. His presence makes you want to jump out of a window–because he’s suffocating, and the air in your lungs doesn’t exist.

Okay–maybe you’re exaggerating. But right now, you want to spill your glass of red wine just so he’ll have a stained shirt.

Your mouth twists as you nudge the giggly goon head. He takes off the noise-canceling headphones. “What?”

“Can you zip it? I can’t concentrate,” you say, repositioning in your seat.

Namjoon snickers. “Aw baby, you weren’t able to concentrate before I even started the movie. What makes you think me turning it off will help now?”

With a click of your tongue, you’re unsure why you even bothered asking him, so you return to your blinking cursor and blank document.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have begun our descent into New York City….” the announcement continues.

Guess it didn’t matter, anyway. You’ve spent two hours unproductive on a flight while Namjoon lollygags. At least you’ll have time to work on your presentation in peace when you get to your hotel.

You notice the way he walks and the way his bag is slung over his shoulder-practically about to drop, and you can’t forget the stupid overcoat that’s a tad too big for his frame. The crooked black tie contrasts against the crisp white button-down, and you want to help him fix it, only to make it snug enough to choke him a bit. It’s the way his cheeks lightly push against his thick black-rimmed glasses when he smiles, and his crescent eyes disappear, then immediately he widens them. It’s the way his hair falls perfectly above his glasses, and he daintily moves it away like the unflawed prince he is.

You hate you notice all these details about Kim Namjoon, but you’ve been around him long enough to have your guard up in case he pulls any funny business.

He doesn’t even care to check in at the front desk. Instead, he runs off to the bar when he sees a beautiful woman walking the same way.

You’re third in the check-in line, and you can’t help noticing the crowd hanging out in the lobby. Everyone’s dressed as some kind of anime character. It almost makes you feel underdressed in your plain white tee that’s tucked into your jeans.

A nudge from the side causes you to catch your footing. You clench your jaw before breathing out a sigh of frustration. He’s like a fly that won’t leave you alone.

“Want a sip? I think you could use a drink,” Namjoon says, tipping his glass toward you.

“I don’t drink on business trips.”

“Damn, baby. Lighten up. One drink won’t kill you,” he raises a brow and smirks. “Maybe it’ll even warm you up to me.”

If only your eyes could shoot laser beams every time he opened his smart mouth. Facing him, you took a step toward him, pretending to pick off lint from his coat. “It’s cute you think I’d warm up to you,” you pout.

Namjoon gives a lopsided grin, licking his lips. “Don’t worry, love. I’m sure we’ll become real cozy.”

When it’s your turn at the front desk, the receptionist flashes a warm smile, asking for your information. “Is this man with you as well?”

“No,” you say.

“Yes,” Namjoon chimes in.

You roll your eyes, glaring at the man who is the bane of your existence. “No. Nope,” you say, shaking your head. “He is not with me. He needs his own room.”

The receptionist doesn’t respond. She types and clicks around on the computer, her eyes darting around the screen. “I’m sorry ma’am, but it looks like we only have one room left,” she says, avoiding your gaze.

“What do you mean there’s only one room left?” you articulate, gritting your teeth.

The receptionist clicks around her screen again. “Again, I’m so sorry, ma’am. But we’re overbooked because of the anime convention in town. We can book this room for the two of you or give you a free hotel stay for another time to compensate for the inconvenience.”

Free hotel stay for another time? It wasn’t an option at the moment. You needed this hotel room to prepare for your presentation tomorrow.

Someone cosplaying as Sailor Moon walks past you and Namjoon. His elbows are propped on the counter as he faces toward the lobby. He turns to you. “Guess we’ll just have to share,” he raises a brow and licks his lips.

“You cannot think I’ll sleep in the same bed as him. I’d rather burn in hell instead.”

Namjoon turns to the receptionist. “She’s joking. She doesn’t want to sleep in the same bed because she knows she can’t control herself around me,” he grins, holding his hand out for the key card. “We’ll take what you have, love.”

You grumble, muttering curses under your breath as you grab your things, heading toward the elevator. First, he shows up unannounced, and now you have to share a room with him. Let alone a bed? What’s next? He’ll take over your presentation, you bet.

Namjoon whistles a cheerful tune while strolling down the hallway. How is he like a ray of sunshine right now? But to you, he is like a lingering cloud ready to rain on your parade.

When he reaches the door, he turns to you, still whistling, tapping the keycard against the sensor. The door almost slams in your face. You’re struggling to keep the heavy door open while dragging in your luggage.

“Really?” You huff with irritation in your voice.

Your eyes follow him as he makes himself comfortable on the bed. He’s lying down, his legs are dangling off as his feet touch the floor. And you hope the phone screen illuminating his honey skin drops on his face. You’re vile, you know. But Namjoon’s like an itch you can’t seem to reach.

Setting down your things, you walk over to him, slotting yourself between his legs, arms folded against your chest. “What are you doing in my bed?”

He chuckles, placing the phone beside him. He props himself up on his elbows, eyes raking over you. “Waiting for you to hop on, baby,” he sneers, patting his thigh.

How are you supposed to get any work done if he’s around invading the very air you breathe?

“In your dreams, Joon. You’re sleeping on the couch.”

“Oh, baby girl. You don’t even wanna know what you do in my dreams.”

His dreams, huh? You’ve wondered how many times you’ve shown up. “Let me guess, am I strangling you?”

Namjoon sits up, pushing himself off the bed to stand. It forces you to take a step back. There’s a moment of silence before he speaks, “Actually, you’re the one who likes it, remember? Not me, princess.”

You’re inches away from him and you hope he doesn’t see you visibly gulp. It’s like everything is stripped away when Namjoon’s around. As much as you try to hide it, you hope he can’t see through your bullshit.

Clicking your tongue, you try to compose yourself, tilting your head as you gaze into those dragon eyes. “Keep dreaming, Joonie because that’s the closest you’ll ever come to fucking me.”

“Again—” he corrects you. His gaze turns dark as he scans you from head to toe. He grasps your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Come on, love. Don’t you want another taste?”

You roll your eyes, pushing away his hand. “Another taste of Kim Namjoon?” you tut. “Please—I eat boys like you for breakfast.”

A stupid grin spreads across Namjoon’s face. His scent invades your space again, making you step back. “Well, I’ll be sure to serve you breakfast in bed tomorrow. I hear the sausage is great.”

You huff a breath, glaring at the tall, beefy man. “I swear to god, Kim Namjoon if you don’t stay on your side of the bed—there’s gonna be hell to pay!”

Namjoon puts his hands up in defeat. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll keep my package safe, but it's cute you think your mouth is big enough for me.” He raises a brow, gently nibbling on his bottom lip.

You scoff. “Don’t flatter yourself, Joon. Always talking a big game, but you gotta put your money where your mouth is love.” You almost retch as the last word rolls off your tongue.

The night you slept with Namjoon was a hazy one. You blame the wine that was coursing through your veins and the critique you received from your professor—it messed with your head and you wanted nothing more than to get your mind off it. Namjoon was in the right place at the right time—annoying you like always. Naturally, he wouldn’t shut up, so you shut him up. One thing led to another and before you knew it, you had slept with your rival.

Walking away, you grab your bag, breathing a sigh of relief once you’re out of the room. It’s a stupid game the two of you have played since college—he riles you up, and you retaliate, but you would try your best to not let him get to you.

You spent the last few hours sitting in the hotel’s bar, with headphones on as you clicked and clacked away at your laptop, finally getting your thoughts onto this Word document. There’s no music playing. You wanted to drown out the noise of the crowd.

As you’re facing out toward the lobby, you look up, glimpsing the bane of your existence, Kim Namjoon. You watch as he makes his way out of the hotel lobby, and now is your chance to sneak back up to the room and have some quiet for once.

When Namjoon’s out of view, you gather your things, making your way back up. As the door closes, a breath expels from your lips and you can finally breathe again.

Sitting down at the small table, your stomach growls, a reminder that you had ignored for the past hour because this presentation was more important than nourishment. You’re more than halfway finished, and your reward would be a delicious meal.

It’s nearly 9 o’clock, and your meal is nowhere in sight. The outline is finished, talking points are ready to go, but your laptop is dead, and with your luck, you forgot to pack the charger.

You want nothing more than to disappear and crawl into a hole and never come out of it. You’re ready to jump ship without a lifejacket—it’s practically what you’re doing going into this presentation. If only you had more time to prep instead of being thrown into this so last minute. Maybe you shouldn’t have told your boss you’re always ready for whatever’s thrown your way.

The rumbling in your stomach continues, but you’d rather wallow in self-deprecating thoughts than fill your belly with a delicious meal.

Why can’t things go your way for once?

As you’re sitting on the couch beside the window, a sprinkle of rain falls, and it’s perfect, actually–matching your exact mood. You place your chin against the jade-green velvet-colored couch, breathing a sigh of frustration.

How are you meant to get others to care when you're apathetic about why you got into this profession in the first place? You remember discovering your first author and how they made you kick your feet and giggle all night. The feeling of watching someone grow from a small audience into a commercial success made you love your job, and when you and an author are on the same wavelength and both so passionate about a story? You were unmatched when the stars aligned.

But this trip was a different story. You had been working with this author, but Ms. Davis asked Namjoon to chime in, and once something is in Namjoon’s hands, it’s never yours again. It was like a repeat of your college years.

So when Ms. Davis asked you to fill in for Namjoon, you jumped at the chance because you had missed this story and this author, and you hoped Namjoon didn’t distort the beautiful story and world that she had built. You get why everyone fawns over Namjoon. Admitting it crushes your soul just a tad, but he’s smart, charming, suave, and not that bad to look at. You just wished he’d let you have a win now and again. You’re tired of being second best.

When you hear a beep from the door, you sigh, throwing your head back. You don’t acknowledge your roommate for the night and instead focus on the rain droplets hitting the window. Pulling your knees toward your chest, your arms rest on them along with your head as you stare outside. You’re not in the mood to deal with Namjoon right now.

A delectable aroma fills your nose when Namjoon’s presence occupies your space. He sets something next to your feet while on the couch. You look at the box and then at him.

“What’s this?”

“You need to eat.”

“I already ate,” you lie, and your stomach growled, loud enough you’re sure Namjoon heard it too. You make a face, clenching your stomach, hoping it doesn’t do it again.

“Just eat,” he says, bending down to grab the box for you.

“Is this your way of poisoning me, so you can do the presentation tomorrow?”

Namjoon scoffs. “No, actually. It’s me being a decent human being. I saw you at the bar, and I know how you are when you’re in work mode. You forget to eat.”

There’s a fire rising in your chest, and you want nothing more than to be left alone. “I didn’t think the devil had a heart,” you quip back. It’s easier when he isn’t, makes you feel less of an ass—and so much for not being in the mood to argue.

He tuts. “Why are you always like this? Even when we were in school together. You’ve always hated me.”

Maybe it’s how everything’s been handed to him on a silver platter–like how he doesn’t have to work his ass off just to get a sliver of recognition. Maybe it’s because he could be the good guy, but he chooses otherwise. Maybe it’s because somehow he always shows up wherever you are, ready to take things from you.

“I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

“Fine, starve. I don’t even know why I tried.”

You groaned. “Can you just go away? You’re so annoying.”

“Me? Annoying? You’ve had a stick up your ass ever since you saw me on the plane, and I haven’t done shit to you. I’m here out of courtesy for our boss. What am I supposed to do? Say no?”

“Yeah! You should’ve.”

Namjoon shakes his head. “God–there’s no winning with you, is there?”

You ignore his comment, shifting in your seat, eyes focused on the rain again.

His jaw clenched as he backed off. “I was trying to be nice–break the ice, but it’s useless when I keep hitting a wall with you. See you later. I need a drink.”

Your eyes squeeze shut when the door slams. Sometimes you wonder if you’re too harsh or if you channeled your hatred toward something else, if it would benefit you more. But this was the circus of you and Namjoon–mortal rivals, nothing less, nothing more.

It’s well past midnight when you illuminate your phone for the third time. You’ve been tossing and turning, panicking about tomorrow’s presentation. Maybe you’d have to forgo using a slideshow and go off your outline. Graphic design isn’t your passion anyway because Canva was your best friend for presentation templates.

You had prepared yourself for having to share a bed with Namjoon, but you can’t help but notice that he hasn’t returned from wherever he went. You wonder if this was it–if it was the final straw for him, with you and your bitchy attitude.

As you’re on your phone, going over your outline, a beep from the door alerts you that Namjoon is back. You quickly stuff your phone underneath your pillow, turning in the opposite direction with your back facing him.

“Yeah, mom. Don’t worry. I’ll be back.” His voice softens when he sees the lights are out.

An indistinct voice is heard from the other end, but you close your eyes, pretending to be fast asleep.

“Yes, I have it on my calendar and already asked for the days off. I’ll be back before your surgery.”

You feel bad listening in on his conversation and even worse when you realize his mother is having surgery.

Namjoon hums. “I love you too, Mom. I’ll see you next week. Mm–bye.”

He sets his phone down and cards his hand through his dark hair, but it softly falls back in place. You can hear him ruffling through his bag before he walks off to what you guess is the bathroom to wash up.

You turn over when there’s a sudden ache in your side. Your eyes open to see the light shining from underneath the door, and he’s pacing around as he brushes his teeth.

When the water shuts off, he opens the door, turning off the light. The darkened curtains eliminate all light sources in the room, save for the bit peeking through from the moonlight shining on him, revealing his broad shoulders and honey-skin chest. Thank god it’s dark, otherwise if Namjoon saw you ogling him, he’d have a field day. But the gawking ends when he slips on a shirt.

You shift back to the side that’s still aching and Namjoon slips under the cover, keeping his distance. You’re facing away from him, and you can’t help but hear the frustration when he huffs a breath.

Of course, the stupid ache doesn’t dissipate, and you’re back on your side, facing Namjoon. You peek an eye open. His phone is dimly lit before he turns it off, setting it on his chest. Both of his hands are laced behind his head as he stares at the ceiling, and you’re fighting the urge to say something.

What you overheard was personal, something you weren’t meant to hear. After all these years of being academic rivals and co-workers, you knew little about his life except that he was a trust fund baby and had a younger sister.

“Namjoon?” You quietly croak out.

He quickly gazes in your direction. “Sorry—did I wake you? I didn’t mean to.”

“No, I couldn’t sleep, and then I heard you come in.”

A muttered apology escapes his lips along with ‘Night,’ as he turns on his side, facing away from you.

His demeanor is different, almost as if he’s let down his guard. You’ve never seen him distraught before.

“Namjoon?”

He hums but doesn’t turn around to face you.

“Is everything okay with your mom?”

Namjoon clears his throat. “Yeah, she’s okay. At least, I hope so.”

You’re nibbling on your bottom lip. “I couldn’t help but overhear she’s having surgery?”

“Oh—yeah, we, um, recently found out she has breast cancer and has to have a mastectomy.”

“Joon,” you utter. “I’m so sorry. Are you okay? How are you feeling?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he stammers, shifting himself into a more comfortable position. “Everything happened so fast, and I feel like I haven’t had time to process my thoughts. I’m trying my best to stay strong, you know?”

You place your hand under your cheek as you’re staring at his backside. The two of you stay silent for a moment.

“I get that,” you say, lying on your back, bringing the duvet to cover you. “Um, my mom also went through breast cancer a few years ago, if it’s any consolation, I suppose breast cancer is one of the better ones to have? If that’s such a thing—I mean, there’s a lot of research that’s gone into it, and there’s so much support out there if she wants it. So, um, yeah, just keep your head up. Your mom will be okay.”

Namjoon mumbles, “Thanks. I appreciate it.”

He doesn’t turn to you, and you don’t blame him. You have been a bit of an ass to him, but you’re not made of stone—there’s a heart buried somewhere inside.

Flipping on your side, your backs are facing one another, and you hear a sniffle. Immediately, you turn back, hesitant about being in this position. In the time you’ve known Namjoon, he’s never cried in front of you. There are more sniffles, and you can hear him holding back whatever’s caught in his throat.

Your heart’s racing, your breath is slow and controlled. You shift closer to him, removing the pillow you had placed in the middle to separate the two of you.

“Joon?”

He wipes his nose and clears his throat. “Yeah?”

“Would it be okay if I hugged you?”

Namjoon hums in agreement, and you take it upon yourself to inch closer to him. Somehow he seems so much smaller when you’re this close. You snake your arm underneath him, wrapping it around his waist, pressing your body against his. It takes a moment for him to register what’s happening, and then his hand finds yours, entwining them together.

You’ve been where he has and any kind of surgery is scary, especially when it’s a loved one. Your mind can only wander to the worst-case scenarios.

Your bodies are in sync as you can feel his chest rise and fall. But his breath is ragged and shaky. You suppose he’s fighting off any tears threatening to fall.

“You can tell me to fuck off.”

He chuckles. “No, I like this. It feels nice.”

Your mind finally settled during the night, and you could fall asleep. Namjoon’s snores were your alarm clock this morning. The weight of his arm draped over your waist. It was a familiar feeling—just like the day after you had slept with him. Only this time, all your clothes were on, and there was no accompanying headache.

Peering over your shoulder, he was still fast asleep, so this was your chance to sneak away. You were hoping to go over your presentation a few more times before your meeting today with the publisher. But as soon, as you decide to slip away, a buzzing from Namjoon’s side causes you to close your eyes and pretend like you weren’t trying to get up.

It buzzes a few times before Namjoon stirs awake, fumbling around to find his phone. “Hello?” he says in a groggy, raspy voice.

You shift away from him, snuggling underneath the duvet. The conversation is indistinct, and you can’t hear anything but Namjoon’s responses.

“Wait—” Namjoon sits up, turning away from you, his feet planted on the ground. “You want me to do what?”

He’s frustrated by whatever he was told.

“No, I can’t do that to her.” He quickly peers in your direction, and he sees you fast asleep. The voice on the other line continues along with Namjoon’s frustration. He’s rubbing his temple and sighs. “Please don’t make me do this. She already hates me as is.”

You can’t help but wonder who’s on the other line and who the ‘she’ is.

Namjoon shakes his head, and his voice quiets down. “She’s been working so hard on this presentation. I can’t just take this from her.”

Your heart sinks when you realize he’s talking about you. There’s no one else doing a presentation, and Namjoon was working with this author before they were handed back to you.

“Okay, okay. I’ll let her know,” he said dejectedly. Namjoon doesn’t even say goodbye. He’s crouched over, elbows on his knees as his head hangs low.

The soft chimes of your alarm go off. You wait a few seconds before reaching for your phone to silence it. Sitting up, you glance over at Namjoon who’s looking right at you.

“Morning. I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“No, my alarm woke me up,” you say before flipping the duvet over. You stand, smoothing down your hair. “Big presentation today. I should get ready for the day.”

You’re ready to run to the bathroom, but Namjoon stops you. “Um, about that.”

Slowly, you turn to him. “What about it?”

Namjoon’s hands are entwined, and his thumbs fiddled out of nervousness. “Ms. Davis called and wants me to do the presentation.”

You suck in your lower lip, gently chewing on it. “But I worked on it like a madwoman last night. Why would Ms. Davis ask me to do it and then go back to asking you?”

A buzzing from your phone interrupts you. The screen flashes ‘Ms. Davis.’ You peer at Namjoon, then answer the phone. “Hello? Ms. Davis?”

“Good morning, ____. I hope you slept well.”

You hum in response.

“I know I asked you to go to New York, but now that Namjoon is there. I think it’ll be better if he does the presentation. He just has a way with words, and I think he’ll be able to land this deal, don’t you think?”

Namjoon avoids your gaze by scrolling on his phone. You remember Namjoon’s words from the day before, ‘What Ms. Davis wants, Ms. Davis gets.’

You take a moment before responding. “Why yes, Ms. Davis, I agree. Namjoon would be perfect for this presentation.”

She continues about supporting him in whatever way he needs today, and you’re seething like a teakettle that’s ready to burst. You agree with everything she says.

“Mmhm, yes. I’ll make sure he has everything he needs.”

You bid her a chipper farewell before hanging up. Your phone’s clenched in your hand, and your chest is heaving. Thoughts are running rampant—you’re ready to quit on the spot.

Licking your lips, you look at Namjoon. “Well, good luck with your presentation today. Don’t ruin it for our author and Ms. Davis.”

Namjoon shakes his head. “No–you worked hard on it. You should do it.”

You scoff. “Don’t act like you don’t want to take this from me, Joon. It’s what you’re good at. You always get your way—just like when we were in school and now even at work. No matter how hard I work for everything, you’re there to reap the reward.”

His jaw clenches. He stands, walking to you. “You’re so fucking exhausting,” he spits out. “You think I’m some guy who’s out to get you or wants the worst for you–it’s like whatever preconceived notion you’ve fabricated has overlooked the fact that I’m a pretty decent guy if you could get past whatever thing that I’ve done to tick you off.” He sighs. “I’m telling you to do the presentation, but here you are blaming me.”

The warmth from his body is scorching as he nears you–it matches the energy firing inside you. Here he is, allowing you to shoot your shot, but you’re stubborn and temperamental.

Your gaze pierces through him. “Do whatever you want, Joon. I quit.”

Quickly, you gather your things, stuffing them into your carry-on. You know how ridiculous it sounds, but Kim Namjoon tends to bring out your foolishness. You’ve had seven years of him right by your side, which was too many for you. Maybe it was time to find a private island with no form of communication to escape him.

Namjoon doesn’t stop you, he lets you leave. He knows how strong-willed you are and once you’ve decided, there’s no changing it.

You wash up in the hotel lobby’s restroom, rushing off to nowhere because well–you had quit and home was two hours away by flight and it wasn’t leaving until tonight.

Cars and buses screech to a halt along with the sounds of never-ending honking. Chattering from tourists and bicyclists whiz by your side. There’s never a dull moment so you can get your head on straight.

A buzzing from your bag goes unnoticed because you’re too busy figuring out the next steps. You don’t know what you’re doing. Quitting, so suddenly? Was it out of spite? If you couldn’t even handle Namjoon, how would you handle the next prick that came along?

You held your arm out, trying to hail a cab, but no one stopped. Well, it was probably the worst time to grab one, anyway. Checking your phone, you noticed a missed call and a voicemail, and it wasn’t from anyone you were expecting.

It was from Noa Skye, the author you were trying to get published.

“Hey ____. I know I’ve been working with Namjoon for the last several months, but when I heard that you’re doing the meeting with HarperCollins instead, I screamed! I know you’ll be able to pitch my book well because you love this story as much as I do. So, yeah, I just wanted to call and wish you good luck. You’re going to do great. Talk to you soon!”

Your heart sank to your stomach when you heard Noa’s voicemail. It was true–you loved her story, and you wanted the entire world to read it so they could laugh and cry along with you. Her book deserved to be on bookshelves and New York’s best-seller list.

Should you buck up the courage and walk in with your head held high? And for once, maybe Namjoon was right–that you were looking for someone to blame and he was conveniently the scapegoat.

Noa deserved better than this ongoing battle between you and Namjoon; maybe more you than him–but regardless, you needed to set aside your ego for the sake of your author.

Huffing out a deep breath, you pulled your hair back, ready to fight for this presentation.

Namjoon was typing furiously, looking through his previous notes on Noa’s novel. He wished he had spoken to you about what you had outlined to get a better grasp. You and Noa had been working on her novel for a couple of months before Namjoon came into the picture. Surely, he knew how to charm the pants off publishers, but sometimes he felt like you captured the heart of these stories better than he did.

You’re jabbing the number seven several times, encouraging the elevator doors to close. Looking at your phone, there’s half an hour before the presentation. You hoped it was enough time to sort things out with Namjoon and go over your outline.

Turning the corner, you find Namjoon sitting with a laptop. He looks up, almost relieved when he sees you, but of course, he doesn’t make it known.

“Thought you quit,” he says when you’re near.

You flash a thin smile, sitting beside him. “I never waste a moment where I can rescue you, because it looks like you need my help.” A glimpse of a nearly empty page proves your point.

In normal Namjoon fashion, he’s ready to bite back, but he holds his tongue. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “You can say ‘thanks’ and I’ll call it even.” He mumbles something indistinct and you cup your hand up to your ear. “I’m sorry. I can’t hear you over the sound of your ego.”

His shoulders slump, and he cocks his head. “Thanks, ___. I owe you one.”

Wiggling in your chair, you’re smiling proudly because this is the first genuine show of gratitude from Kim Namjoon.

“Here’s what I have. Can you tell me what you and Noa have been working on?”

Even without visuals, you felt the presentation went well and did Noa justice with her novel. Namjoon was another surprise. He didn’t interrupt, waited until you finished before adding in his two cents.

Although the presentation and trip to New York were short and sweet, it was eye-opening for you because you had been toying with the idea of opening up a literary agency. The sound of being your own boss sounded lovely.

“We did good, huh?” Namjoon says as he stands beside you.

“We?” You quirk an eyebrow.

He tilts his head. “You. You did a good job.”

You stand proud outside of the hotel’s driveway as the two of you wait for an Uber. “I know. I always save the day.”

Namjoon chuckles. “Well, have a good flight back home.”

Whipping your head back to him, your brows stitched in confusion. “Are you not going back to Chicago?”

He shakes his head. “My mom’s surgery got moved up, so I’m flying straight to Seoul. I’ll be back in Chicago in two weeks.”

“Oh,” you mumble. “I hope everything goes well.”

“Thanks,” he flashes a small smile. A car pulls up to him. “Looks like my ride's here. I’ll see you.”

Namjoon grabs his carry-on, ready to leave, but you stop him. “Joon–” He turns back around. “I’m sorry about what happened this morning. You’re right. I haven’t treated you nicely and have blamed you for a lot of things over the years, and it’s no one’s fault, but my own. I hope things go well with your mom, and if you ever need anyone to talk to, you can call me.”

He lets out a soft chuckle. “Call you, hmm?”

“You know what I mean.”

“I don’t, actually.”

“Just–” you groan. “You know what? Never mind. I don’t even know why I tried.”

Namjoon lets go of his carry-on and walks back to you. “I’m messing with you.” He chuckles lowly, taking another step closer to you. He lifts your chin with his forefinger, his dragon eyes gazing into yours. “It’s our thing, isn’t it? You hate me, I hate you. We find some kind of common ground, then fall in love. Isn’t that in all the books we read?”

You lick your lips and nod, pointing to yourself. “Me? Fall in love with you? Don’t push your luck, Joon.”

read 'under the mistletoe' (a don't push your luck drabble)

#namjoon fanfic #namjoon fic #rm fic #rm fanfic #namjoon imagine #namjoon scenario #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts x you

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"My last point is that I don't really see JK being a club going person."

I was going to say this a well. I quite don’t get why some people portray him as a party boy when he has shared several times that he’s more of a homebody and feels more comfortable chilling with friends or relaxing at home - which, for an introvert, isn’t surprising at all. He seems like someone who has a small close circle of friends and doesn’t really socialize outside of it. Sure we don’t know him in private and it’s not like he never goes out obviously but I’ve always felt he was pretty transparent and sincere with us. So I really don’t get the need for some fans to portray him as a person he hasn’t shown to be. It’s weird, it’s like he’s not enough for them so they have to twist his personality to make it fit the way they would like him to be. That’s not exactly what I call love, but well..

~Ask Anon is referring to~

Hi lovely!

Right?! Talk your talk 💪

Like how many times has Jungkook shown and spoken about his MTBI?! He’s an introvert through and through. From what we’ve seen he has his select few that he’s himself with and has fun with but we’ve seen him when not working like a dog, at home or working out.

Introvert in the wild

He drinks at home, due to sasaengs he works out at home, he sings karaoke at home, he cooks at home.

Of course he must do things with people that we don’t see or know about but the pervasive notion that he’s some addict fuck boy boils down to ta few things, the main ones in my mind right now, small mindedness and baseless rumours.

Small mindedness because according to the teen book, movie, tv, fanfic stereotype the dark clothes, piercings, tattoo, bike riding, quiet type can and only ever will be a ‘fuck boy’. He has a group of 97z idol friends that one outing, that made headlines, determined his character from that point forward. What else has he done that warrants such judgements? Drink at home in front of his phone? Have boxing as a hobby? Own a motorcycle alongside owning cars too?

The Wattpad f*ck boy of their dreams 😑 I’ve literally SEEN countless Wattpad covers, some actually entitled ‘f*ck boy’ or with a fuckboyjungkook! tag, no joke!!!

Rumours because his blonde foreign, dancer, idol, older actress, tattoo artist girlfriends all can attest under oath to his ways, no wait it’s the random online account holders that can attest under oath due to their inside knowledge

No matter how often he shows himself to be a homebody. No matter how often over the years the members and Jungkook talk about how Jungkook likes to stay in. Jungkook saying he’d rather join in on other people’s plans as he’s not one to do much of left to his own devices. Namjoon saying Jungkook likes to stay at home and Hobi saying ‘he’ll go for Jimin’. Jungkook saying he stays in and when given Netflix suggestions says he’s watched them all, used to stay in and play video games, draw and create etc it’s not enough to shift certain people’s mindset because his outward appearance sets it in stone for them. Oh that and his FICTIONAL music videos where he holds a woman’s hand and starts at another woman’s forehead

When the camera is rolling for the MV character, the pop idol

When the camera isn’t rolling for the MV character but to capture the man Jeon Jungkook

There are so many side to this young man who has an aesthetic expression that people will not get over.

Curteous

Kind and respectful

Loving

Tender and caring

Cute. Sorry Jungkook you are a grown man, yes, but still so damn cute!

You’re right in my opinion anon but I will say one thing…

You said: ‘It’s like he’s not enough for them […]’

I say: He’s too much for them, so they have to simplify him to a caricature because him as a whole is someone they can never appreciate, how he deserves to be appreciated. Him as a whole can’t be the person they’ve deemed their fantasy or enemy.

Thank you for your ask😊! As you can tell I needed to get that out and you gave me the opportunity 🙈

💜

#Jungkook #Anonymous Asks #Jikook #the last tag just because…

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leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesworld · 21 days

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

{Chapter One – Disgusting Humans}

Pairing: OT7 BTS!HYBRID X FEM!HUMAN READER.

Kim Namjoon: Black Mackenzie Valley Alpha wolf

Kim Soekjin: Alpha White Lion

Min Yoongi: Alpha White Jaguar

Jung Hosoek: Alpha Snow Leopard

Park Jimin: Alpha Albino Cobra

Kim Taehyung: Alpha White/ Bleached Tiger

Jeon Jungkook: Alpha Black Panther

Reader: Heaven Valentino

Status: Ongoing

RATED (M) FOR MATURE

Words: 2.4k!

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

CHAPTER WARNING: The following chapter contains sensitive and distressing subject matter, including references to child rape, kidnapping, and child trafficking. If you find such topics triggering or uncomfortable, I encourage you to exercise self-care and consider avoiding this particular chapter. Your mental and emotional well-being always come first.

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MATERIALIST

~Valentino Mansion~

3RD PERSON'S POV

Heaven Valentino, a skilled and determined woman, had just finished a rigorous training session at her gym. With precision and composure, she fired round after round at a target dummy, hitting the bullseye every time. Satisfied with her performance, she exited the gym and began making her way back to her room.

As she walked, a voice called out to her,

"Ms. Valentino?" It was her secretary and trusted right-hand man, Park Hyung-jae, hurrying to catch up with her.

Curious, she turned to face him. "Yes, Jae?"

"Someone is requesting your presence," Jae informed her, the urgency evident in his voice.

Heaven's sharp mind instantly assessed the situation.

"Who is it, and what role do they play?" she calmly inquired.

Jae answered without missing a beat.

"Choi Woobin, Chief Executive General Officer," he replied, conveying that the person in question held a position of significance.

"Very well," she replied nonchalantly.

"Set up an appointment for two in the afternoon. If he fails to arrive on time, I will not entertain him. Punctuality is of utmost importance to me."

With that, she moved on, resolute in her decision. It was typical of her to make swift judgments and take charge of her own schedule, refusing to waste time on those who did not value timeliness.

Her composed demeanor left Jae slightly taken aback.

"Well, that was easier than I expected," he mused to himself, shrugging off the surprise. With a sense of relief, he left to fulfill his assigned tasks.

~Heaven's Room~

Heaven's POV

Ah, I knew it wouldn't take long for him to come begging. I could see right through his façade, right from the start. You see, there are very few things that I despise more than tardiness, laziness and liars.

Hybrid abusers.

Growing up as the youngest daughter of the illustrious Valentino family, I've had my fair share of enemies. From the moment I entered this world, there were those who sought to bring me down, to harm me, or even to kidnap me, all in an attempt to weaken my family. But these feeble-minded individuals could never succeed.

Many assumed that, as a wealthy and privileged young woman, I would be nothing more than a spoiled brat with no ability to defend herself.

But oh, how wrong they were.

From the day I could walk and comprehend the world around me, I have been trained relentlessly.

The Valentinos believe in honing the skills and fortitude of their children, regardless of their gender. So, from the tender age of four, I began my journey towards becoming a force to be reckoned with.

By the time I reached fifteen, I had accomplished what most could only dream of. I graduated high school with a flawless 5.0 GPA. But my thirst for knowledge was insatiable, leading me to a prestigious university known as the "Gifted Souls."

In just a few short years, I secured a PhD in psychology, a Masters in business, and even delved into the realm of fashion. I achieved all of this by the tender age of twenty-two, and now, at the age of twenty-three, I am well on my way to solidifying my empire and making a name for myself.

The professors at my university were astounded by my brilliance, bestowing upon me the moniker of the 'female version of Albert Einstein.' But, I paid little attention to such trivialities.

My single-minded focus was on gaining knowledge and establishing myself as a force in the business world. I aim to take over one of my parents' companies, the very essence of the Valentino empire.

People may see me as a woman who walks with an iron fist. When they encounter me, they don't think of me merely as Heaven of the Valentino family, they see Heaven Valentino, a woman who commands respect and exudes power.

Some have even had the audacity to refer to me as the ice princess, the demoness or even the female Adolf Hitler. But I take such labels in stride because I know the true strength that lies within me.

As an individual who values efficiency and productivity, I possess a limited tolerance for trivial matters or individuals who impede progress.

In the circle with which I surround myself, idleness and unproductive behavior have no place.

Vigilance remains paramount, as there are perpetually individuals plotting one's downfall or even one's demise, and I personally acknowledge the latter as the ultimate threat.

Over time, I have accumulated a considerable list of adversaries. The number of instances where I have inadvertently provoked others is too extensive to accurately quantify, such is the nature of my assertive personality.

When confronted with something disagreeable or incongruous to my stated preferences, I swiftly take decisive action.

The ability to discern and rectify undesirable situations is a responsibility I take seriously, akin to the saying,

"With great power comes great responsibility."

In my case, this responsibility is focused solely on my survival.

While some may perceive my approach as cold or detached, it is merely a matter of survival in a world where dangers often lurk beneath the surface.

In conclusion, my aversion to nonsense and unwavering commitment to productivity have inevitably resulted in the development of numerous adversaries.

This is an outcome I readily accept due to the assertive nature of my character.

My consistent and immediate response to unfavorable circumstances is driven by a sense of responsibility towards self-preservation.

Ultimately, it is this unwavering dedication to my own well-being that helps me navigate the precarious landscape of existence.

I felt my eyes narrow as I thought about the man who had recently come into my crosshairs,

Mr. Choi, the Chief Executive General Officer of Seoul National Police.

To the public, he was a respected figure in his early fifties, but I knew the dark secrets that lurked beneath his facade.

Mr. Choi's wife had tragically succumbed to stage four cancer, leaving him without any children to carry on his legacy.

Many saw him as a pillar of the community, a dedicated servant of the people. But I saw through the facade to the truth - he was a twisted, solipsistic man who had been engaged in despicable acts.

It was a revelation that had shaken me to the core when I had discovered that Mr. Choi was involved in taking bribes from hybrid traffickers.

The thought of such corruption within the ranks of law enforcement made my blood boil.

But what truly turned my stomach was the knowledge that he was also a child rapist and a sadistic individual who derived pleasure from the suffering of others.

Only I and my uncle knew the extent of Mr. Choi's depravity. My uncle ran a Hybrid facility called Hybrid Heaven (HH), dedicated to rescuing hybrids from abuse and capturing traffickers who sought to exploit them for profit.

When my uncle had uncovered Mr. Choi's involvement in these heinous activities, he had turned to me for help in bringing him to justice.

With the help of my loyal team of associates, I had quickly gathered evidence of Mr. Choi's crimes. It was not difficult to connect the dots once they realized that a police officer was complicit in covering up the illegal activities of hybrid trafficking.

And when Mr. Choi's name had surfaced as the linchpin in the operation, I wasted no time in setting my plan into motion.

I stood in my room and felt a surge of anger and revulsion towards the man who had committed such atrocities. I knew that he was reaching out in a desperate attempt to cover his tracks, but I also knew that I held the power to bring him to his knees.

With a steely resolve, I prepared myself for the confrontation that lay ahead. I would not rest until Mr. Choi faced the full force of justice for his crimes.

And in that moment, I squared my shoulders and steeled my gaze, I knew that I was ready to confront the darkness that lurked within the heart of a man who had once been seen as a paragon of virtue.

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~Mayás Fashion House~

As I arrived at my company building, the energy in the air shifted as the employees stopped in their tracks to greet me politely. With a nod and a smile, I returned their greetings, keeping the interactions brief.

I made my way to the private elevator that would take me up to the 8th floor where the meeting room awaited.

As the elevator came to a stop, I stepped out and approached the meeting room. The transparent glass walls and doors allowed me to catch a glimpse of Mr. Choi inside, his figure pacing nervously.

I watched as he reached for a handkerchief to dab at his sweat, a reaction that I found somewhat distasteful. Pushing open the doors, I sauntered over to one of the swivel chairs, disrupting Mr. Choi's anxious movements.

"Good Afternoon, Mr. Choi," I greeted him calmly, causing him to visibly startle. With hesitant steps, he made his way towards me and took a seat on the opposite side of the table.

"G-good af-afternoon, Ms. Valentino," he stuttered out, clearly flustered by my presence.

"Relax, Mr. Choi. I just need some information from you, and then we'll be done," I reassured him with a light chuckle, meeting his gaze as he averted his eyes and nodded eagerly.

"Good. Now, let's not beat around the bush. Tell me everything you know about the illegal underground Hybrid dealers," I said, leaning back in my chair, a sense of authority evident in my tone.

Mr. Choi hesitated before beginning to speak, revealing details about the underground operation.

He mentioned a mysterious figure known as Black Eagle who orchestrated the kidnapping and sale of hybrids for profit.

The auction took place over five days at a luxurious resort on the outskirts of Seoul, shrouded in secrecy to all but those in attendance.

His eyes met mine as he shared more about the nefarious activities, including a bi-monthly Hybrid auction where rare exotic hybrids were sold off to wealthy clientele with exclusive VIP passes provided by Black Eagle.

I listened intently, absorbing the information and maintaining a composed demeanor throughout.

It was clear that Mr. Choi was apprehensive, but my focused interrogation drew out the pertinent details I needed to pursue further action against the criminal syndicate.

My eyebrows creased as I listened, a mix of disbelief and horror washing over me.

The thought of such a place existing where people indulged in their darkest desires on hybrids, pushing the boundaries of cruelty and exploitation, made my stomach churn with disgust. The depths of depravity that some individuals would sink to astounded me.

He continued, "Participants torture hybrids to feed into their twisted sexual gratification,"

What the actual fuck!

These creatures, who were part human and part animal, deserved compassion and care, not to be subjected to such heinous acts.

It was a stark reminder of the darkest facets of humanity, a side that I never wanted to believe existed.

As the details of the auction event unfolded, each revelation seemed to plunge me deeper into a pit of revulsion.

"They also indulged in the "hunger games" a concept, where the rarest hybrids were paraded and objectified for the amusement of the audience, they would compete to inflict pain and suffering on the hybrid, all for the chance to possess them as prizes."

It felt like a nightmare brought to life. To think of it was sickening beyond words.

My heart ached for the hybrids subjected to such cruelty, for their pain and helplessness in the face of such brutality.

It was a stark reminder of the darker side of society, one that I had never truly comprehended until now.

The callousness and inhumanity displayed towards these creatures left me feeling a deep sense of shame for belonging to the same species.

Despite the turmoil of emotions swirling within me, I forced myself to remain composed, to listen to the grim details of the auction event with a steely resolve.

The urge to lash out in anger and despair clawed at the edges of my composure, but I held onto my restraint, determined to bear witness to the extent of the atrocities being described.

As the final details of the event were laid bare, the mechanics of the auction and the fate of the hybrids outlined in chilling clarity, a cold fury settled over me.

The thought of the buyers participating in such cruelty, of treating living beings as mere objects to be traded and discarded, filled me with a sense of loathing that I had never experienced before.

With a clenched jaw and a heart heavy with sorrow, I steeled myself to hear more, to confront the depths of depravity that lay at the heart of the five-day auction event.

Despite the revulsion and horror that threatened to overwhelm me, I knew that I had to bear witness to the truth, no matter how harrowing it may be.

I made a solemn vow to ensure their safety and vowed to lead them to a life free from such atrocities.

Determination consumed me, and I pledged to keep my promise, declaring my identity as Heaven Valentino.

In the intense confrontation that followed, I confronted Choi Woobin with unwavering resolve, demanding information and justice.

As the truth unfolded and the gravity of his actions came to light, the shock on his face was palpable.

Despite his pleas for mercy, I stood firm, condemning his heinous crimes and refusing to yield to his empty remorse.

Taking charge of the situation, I orchestrated his confession and surrender, unwilling to let him escape accountability.

With a mix of anger and compassion, I ensured that justice prevailed, even as his pleas for forgiveness fell on deaf ears.

The moment was charged with raw emotions as he was escorted away, a tearful reminder of the consequences of his despicable deeds.

After the intense encounter, I made a call to Jae, seeking solace after the harrowing events.

Exiting the meeting room, I left the company building and made my way back home, reflecting on the tumultuous events that had transpired.

~Unknown Location~

3rd Person's POV

Two hybrids were drained and weak, their bodies suffering from the beatings they received for sleeping in. Locked in a heavily secured cell, they endured days without food or water, leaving their mouths dry and their bodies craving molesols of food. Heavy metal shackles dug into their wrists, leaving painful bruises as a reminder of their captivity.

One of the hybrids expressed a strange premonition to his older brother.

"Hyung, I have a weird feeling," he murmured, his eyes distant.

“What is it?” his brother inquired, concern evident in his voice.

“I feel like something big is going to happen,” the younger one replied, his hybrid instincts alerting him to an unseen future.

As they shared a tense moment, the older brother hoped silently,

'I hope it's not bad, my dear brother.'

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Gryffindor cockiness

reader x dom!hyunjae

smut | nsfw | mdni

hogwarts!au, ravenclaw!hyunjae, enemies to lover (?), slut used once, unprotected sex, hate sex, bratty reader, cocky hyunjae, teasing, begging, some edging, dirty talk

requested | part of my 2023 prompts event [closed]

How can a Ravenclaw be that much like a Gryffindor... that's something you will never understand

[❛ i’m going to ruin you. ❜ + you better watch your fucking mouth. ❜]

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Why?

You kept asking yourself. Why did it have to be him? Why did it have to be Lee Hyunjae? Why did he have to be voted captain of the Quidditch team?

The previous captain, Kim Namjoon, had graduated last year and he was just the best captain ever and he also happened to be your best friend. There was just no way in hell Hyunjae would be able to fill his shoes.

What a fucking disgrace for the Ravenclaw team… Your team used to be unstoppable! So much for winning the Cup this year, you thought, exhaling a heavy sigh.

You wondered how a thick head like Lee Hyunjae could carry your team or how he was even sorted in your house to begin with! He definitely had that Gryffindor cockiness that you hated… Always talking about himself… Thinking everyone should praise the ground upon which he set foot, pretentiously pushing his thick brown hair back and flaunting that toothpaste commercial smile… You scoffed, eyeing with disdain your new captain.

Results of the vote were announced and while everyone was celebrating Hyunjae you stood back and stayed silent, your expression giving away how you felt about the bitter news.

He immediately turned to you, glaring eyes shooting daggers your way.

“Okay everyone! Tomorrow we’ll have our first practice of the year. I want all of you well rested and sharp”.

Everyone was heading back to the Ravenclaw tower when he added.

“and on time too!” you groaned. “That's for you y/n!”

Captain for 30 seconds and he was already giving lessons and getting on your nerves. You hurriedly left not missing to nudge him in the shoulder on the way out.

“When is she going to admit that crush she has on you ?” Younghoon asked, shaking his head in disbelief.

Was that really what it was?

The next day’s practice was a rocky processus. Everybody respected Hyunjae's skills. But you, on the other hand, were convinced he was the worst keeper the team had known since Park Jinyoung! (Actually he wasn't so bad but you would have died before admitting it).

After 2 long hours of being ordered around by the chief prick himself you finally got off duty. Everybody was being dismissed and going back to their other activities while the Slytherin team was getting on the field.

“Y/n” Hyunjae’s irritating voice called your name. “Can I see you ?” You rolled your eyes not even having the decency to turn your head.

“No” you replied before throwing the silver and blue scarf around your neck and heading for the door. But Younghoon stopped you.

“Y/n…” he said with the disapproving tone of a big brother. “You know you have to… Come on” he said, motioning his head to your captain standing a little further.

“Fine” you groaned as Younghoon fist bumped you in the shoulder and left along with the rest of the team.

“What do you want ?” you barked at Hyunjae.

“What is your problem with me once and for all?” You looked at him with disbelief in the eyes.

Did he really not remember?

It was crystal clear in your mind. Your very first year at Hogwarts you Hyunjae found yourselves both in the same boat on your way to the castle. You were always afraid of water but Hyunjae made sure you felt safe. From that point on you felt blossoming for him and you even wrote him a letter on Valentine's day… but Hyunjae never even confronted you with a letter instead the very same day you heard in the great hall complain about the fact that he only got letters from the ugly girls… Your small heart was broken in half

Well since then, puberty hit you like a truck and this Valentines day your owl brought you a couple of handfuls of mail from admirers but you didn’t care all you wanted was to make Hyunjae regret not seeing your potential…

But you couldn’t possibly tell that embarrassing story, especially if he didn’t even remember. Seriously… Only a gryffindor could be so oblivious about other people's feelings.

“You’re just cocky and you have literally no reason for it” you blurted. Hyunjae only lifted a puzzled eyebrow.

“You’re the worst keeper of our generation and also you’re just … ugly!” you spat, throwing back at his face what he indirectly told you 7 years ago. It felt good even if it was a lie.

Hyunjae chuckled and took a step in your direction. Somehow his aura had changed, felt different.

“Y/n” he clicked his tongue a few times. “Now you know that’s a lie”

You rolled your eyes. Again with the gryffindor cockiness. You turned to leave but he blocked you, trapping your frame between his arms against the lockers.

“I even heard you had a big fat crush on me” he added. You felt your cheeks burning red. “Awww. Are you blushing?” he laughed again. You wanted to transfigure into a mouse and crawl underneath the big heavy wooden door of the lockers.

“No! I'm just fighting the urge to punch you right now” you lied trying your best to sustain your eyes.

“What if I did that ?” suddenly he leaned in and kissed you. The kiss felt as unexpected as it was uncalled for. It was surprisingly warm, soft and sensual. You even caught your shoulders slightly deflating, relaxing into him. When his lips parted yours you felt the loss of warmth being rather unpleasant.

“That was disgusting.” you whispered lips almost still brushing against his but not moving an inch. “I'm repulsed by you” you added, unconvincing but defying nonetheless.

He chuckled again as your eyes went half closed, his tall figure towering over you, strong and mighty.

“I don’t care how long it takes… I’m going to break you into the most obedient little chaser ever.” His hot breath hitting your face made your heart race. “I’m going to ruin you”.

“Not a goddamn chance, you fucker” you said more deviant than ever.

Hyunjae’s cocky smile dropped instantly and one of his head wrapped around your neck before you could even realize it, smashing your head on the metal lockers.

“You better watch your fucking mouth” he growled, his voice going an octave lower, usually soft and warm features turning ice cold.

“Fucking. Make. Me.” you challenged him and the smirk was back on his lips but this time he eyes were tinted with lust.

Without hesitation he kissed you again, crashing his lips onto yours in a messy and heated kiss. Your hand roamed over his body, slipping under his cloak, skin still lightly dampened from the intense practice. He caught your bottom lips between his teeth as he squeezed your throat a little tighter, rolling his hips into your making you feel his growing bulge.

You moaned as you felt your arousal soaking your panties.

The handy thing with robes was that they were easily lifted off. You both took your respective cloaks off and as Hyunjae was making quick work of his zipper whipping out his hard cock while you were tossing to the side the soaked panties.

Hyunjae lifted your skirt as you wrapped your leg around his hips and started rubbing his hot tip at your entrance. You gasped and threw your hands around his board shoulder.

“I’m gonna fuck that attitude right out of you” he said sliding his length inside you with ease as you moaned deliciously in his ear.

“Let’s see about that” you responded as he finally reached the bottom of you, Big fat cock perfectly filling you up.

“Fucking brat” he said before grabbing both your legs and lifting you up like nothing. Angling your hips to perfection. The very first thrust was already deadly. Hyunjae aimed his fat cock right at your sweet spot. Setting an unbearable rhythm.

“Fuckkk” you groaned. Not expecting that much pleasure from the get go.

“Take my fucking cock, you slut” Hyunjae groaned, completely turning your sobbing cunt inside out.

Rapidly the pleasure built up to a level that was completely new for you. You just couldn’t imagine being fucked so intensely, so precisely, so perfectly.

“Fuck! You’re dripping all over my pants. Does my cock feel this good?” he teased.

“No” you lied, eyebrows knitted in pleasure.

“Guess I’ll try harder then” Hyunjae said before going even deeper and faster. You squealed in total bliss, the knot in your stomach threatening to come undone at any second.

You were just a couple strokes away from high. So close you could taste it.

But he slowed down.

When your panicked eyes met his evil twinkle your heart stopped. Hyunjae felt your desperate cunt pathetically gripping him, begging for more.

“Why did you stop ?” you asked, eyes brimming with tears.

“Say you’ll behave and i’ll make you cum”

You bit your tongue just to keep the words behind your needy lips. Out of pride.

“Say you’ll be a good girl and I’ll fuck until your forget your own name” Hyunjae added with one last powerful stroke reminding you on the pleasure you were missing.

“Fine please! I’ll be a good girl Please Hyunjae fuck me. Fuck me right now” you exclaimed, tears of deafeat overflowing your waterline. Shamefully trading your pride for your release.

“Good fucking girl” he said as he went back to the surgical brutal pace. And you came undone with only a couple strokes. Completely soaking him and yourself in your cum. Cunt twitching and clenching around his fat cock, as if it was never going to let go. Pure white pleasure crashing over your body.

“Fuck yeah” Hyunjae grunted. Finally pulling out, rapidly jerking his tip off and letting himself go all over your skirt. Huge streams of white cum painting the black pleated skirt.

“Fuckkk” he hissed through gritted teeth as the streams grew less and less powerful until he was completely empty.

As you both were putting your clothes and cloaks back on, both trying to recover from this lawless act, Hyunjae turned to you.

“Next practice I’ll give a reminder of that promise if necessary”

“It will probably be needed, yes” you said, flipping your hair back in place.

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mochismilesbrighterthansun · 6 months

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Fragmented Glass

Chapter 10

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x reader

Warnings: This story deals with a miscarriage. Eventual Smut. Mentions of death. Dubious consent (not in this chapter)

Word Count: 3,572

Genre: Angst, Smut, Enemies to Lovers.

Summary: You had the choice of an arranged marriage, upon meeting Namjoon he acted as if he actually cared for you but as time passed you realize that this would not be a fairy tale.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading, if any of the topics above make you uncomfortable please don’t read.

A/N2: I’ve neglected this story for so long that it makes me sad. I definitely do not want to leave this unfinished, I realize it has been over a year since the last time I updated and with life being hectic it just has been extra hard to update but this story has not been left to die.

Whatever the plans had been they had quickly changed after Olivia’s phone call. You stared at your phone, unable to move. You rushed to the hospital to see your father. Olivia mentioned he had taken a turn for the worse over night. She had urged you to stay calm as the stress would not be good for the baby.

You felt panic set in as you tried to remember what Taehyung had said the last time you saw your father. You wanted to rush to the hospital and Yoongi made sure to take you. He tried reassuring you, and asking for you to calm down but you couldn’t.

As you arrived at the hospital it didn’t take long for you to find Olivia. She tried stopping you but you kept trying to make your way towards his room.

“You can’t see him right now. I tried explaining Y/N.” Olivia rushed to pull on your arm gently.

“How is he?” you couldn't look at Olivia.

“These things happen, go to the cafeteria, get something to drink and I’ll be there shortly.” She suggested directing her words to Yoongi.

You were looking towards the long hallway before finally giving in and allowing Yoongi to lead you to the cafeteria where you both sat for what seemed forever.

“Stop it.” Yoongi placed his hand on top of yours. “Stop picking your nails.” he clarified.

“I can’t.. I keep abandoning my dad and whenever things like this happen, I just…. I realize I don’t spend as much time with him as I should.” you stared at the cup of water in your hands.

“Hey, don’t say that.” he hesitated for a moment. “You can’t control how his body reacts to his medication. It’s a miracle he has made it this long.”

“It’s true. And still I always run away. I was gone for months. Before that I was gone for a month and before that months.. It’s like two years I wasted being selfish and weak.” tears finally began spilling freely the time you had left with him was borrowed and you kept taking it for granted.

“Stop, you needed that time. There was nothing you could have done. This is in the hands of the doctors and how well he responds to the treatment.” he pulled on your hand until you finally faced him. “This isn’t your fault.”

“Hey guys.” Olivia took a seat across from you. “I called you because there was a change, because I always want to be honest. But you need to calm down. It’s not good for your pregnancy.” She looked at Yoongi. “It’s not a high risk pregnancy, but because of her past history we need to be careful.”

“Because of the misscarriage?” you asked not looking at her. You felt ashamed.

“It’s better to be safe than sorry. Try not to stress too much. You have a couple of months left. Enjoy them. Right now we changed the medication on your father and he seems to be stabilizing. I just called you because…” she stopped and looked away unable to finish her sentence.

“Because?” Yoongi inquired, when there was no response it was you who answered.

“Because he might die.” you finished for her.

“She doesn’t mean that.” Yoongi looked at you, but when Olivia didn’t answer again he looked at her. “You don’t mean that right?”

“Unfortunately, we are not sure. He could be stable and then take a dive. For now like I said he is stable. But I will keep you updated.” she got up from her seat and looked at you both. “I think you should go home. At least for now. You being here stressed out of your mind doesn’t help him or you.I will let you know of any changes but I strongly suggest for you to go home.”

For some reason that rubbed you the wrong way.

“Why because I've already neglected him?” you didn’t mean to raise your voice. It just happened. “Because I am never here regardless so why would now be any different?!” your voice just continued to rise.

She looked affronted by your questions.

“Not at all Y/N.” she responded quietly, doing her best not to trigger you further. “I can only imagine how difficult this must be. The last thing I want is something happening to your baby.”

But you were not letting it go.

You rose from your seat suddenly, almost knocking the chair out in the process. Yoongi reacted instantly, getting up almost as quickly as you.

“Say it!, I am a bad daughter! That’s what you meant!” By now tears were running like a river.

“Y/N no, I swear I just meant there is no need for you to be here if your father’s health depends upon the medication.” she stuttered trying her best to explain that whatever happened it would be no one’s fault. “This has nothing to do with you. Even if right now you were not here the changes would have happened the same.”

“Liar!, you are a liar!” At this point you seemed hysterical.

Yoongi grabbed your face with his hands as gently as possible.

“Y/N!” he yelled trying to catch your attention. “Y/N! Look at me!” Finally your eyes focused on his. “She wasn’t saying that. She is going to keep an eye on your father. And if anything happens she will let us know. Do you understand?” Finally after what seemed like forever you nodded still crying.

Yoongi looked at Olivia and then back at you.

“Uh.. can you let me know of any new developments please?,” he requested softly.

“Yeah, of course.”

“Me. Not her.” you seemed as if you were going to protest but he just smiled softly. “Let’s go, I’m taking you home.” Yoongi walked out of the cafeteria with you.

Olivia stared as you let Yoongi guide you through the double set of doors. She turned to go back and check on your father when she spotted Namjoon.

“Did you …” she trailed off looking back to the doors you had just walked through.

“Yeah, bad news?” he had seen how you had lost any sense at the mention of something happening to your father.

“Yeah, he is in really bad shape. She just lost it.” Olivia mumbled. “Did you have a chance to talk to her?” she started walking towards the exit of the cafeteria.

When no response came from Namjoon she turned to search for him. He was still standing on the same spot.

“Namjoon?” she called out.

“I heard you say she needed to be careful.” he was staring at the double doors you had just walked through.

“Well yeah, I mean stress and anxiety is bad enough on anyone. And she is pregnant.” Olivia was confused. “Namjoon she is okay, the pregnancy is okay she just needs to be careful.” Suddenly something dawned on her. “No, you HAVE to tell her.” She reached out to him but he moved away. “Namjoon!”

“Don’t you see?, she is already stressed as it is. I will not add to her stress by asking her to choose between Jimin and me.” He looked away sad all of a sudden.

“Namjoon you don’t have to do this. Are you scared? Is that what this is?”

“No, I’m putting her well being before anything.” he started walking away.

“Namjoon ! you have to tell her.” he didn’t stop walking as Olivia got increasingly more annoyed. “Namjoon!” but he was already gone.

He drove towards Yoongi’s apartment as if in a daze. His brain was on autopilot. He realized then he had never truly given up on you until that particular moment. He felt like something inside him was being torn apart. But he had to be grateful. By some miracle you had conceived a child. He realized then that even if he couldn’t have you as his wife, he could see his child grow. He would be tied forever to you regardless of anything. He would get to see you happy, even if it wasn't with him.

He knocked on the door and Yoongi answered with a roll of his eyes. This he expected. Yoongi wasn’t a fan of his.

“Look, can you come back some other time, she is not feeling great.” he blocked the door already sounding annoyed.

No, he needed to talk to you. Or he might take it back. If he left without telling you what he had made his mind up to do Olivia or Seokjin would try and talk him out of it.

“It will just take a second,” he pleaded.

Yoongi looked behind him and then ever so slowly opened the door just enough to let him in.

“If I hear any garbage you leave and never come back.” he threatened in a whisper.

Namjoon walked further into the apartment to find you in the living room. Your eyes were swollen, your body shook slightly as you clutched a blanket to you. He finally stopped directly in front of you. Your eyes looked up and finally settled on his face. He sat in front of you on Yoongi’s center table.

“I heard about your dad.” a tear rolled down your cheek and he felt his heart breaking for you.

“Yeah, I’m not…. I don’t….” you couldn’t seem to form a sentence.

“I know we had a pending conversation. All I wanted to say was…” he loved you and he wanted to be the one to make you happy. The one to be with you always. “We are adults, you said it yourself. My private life is my private life and you have yours. I will respect it and ask for you to do the same. You can always call me for anything, and I will be here for our child for everything. I don’t want you to stress about anything else. I know the situation with your father is a bit touch and go but I will be here for anything that you need. You are the mother of my child and you will always be able to count on me.”

You stared at him as he finished. He wasn’t looking at you but at your hands. You tried meeting his eyes but he looked away.

“Is there anything you want to say?” His tone was soft, but his words felt harsh.

“No,” you whispered. “You’re right. Thank you.” tears spilled again but you weren’t sure if they were for your dad or the finality of the situation.

He looked at Yoongi then, “If she needs anything let me know. I’ll pick you up for your next doctor appointment.” he rose to his feet but stayed for a few seconds, before leaning in and kissing your cheek softly, lingering just a few seconds before fully walking away.

He managed to make it to the elevator before the tears finally drenched his cheeks.

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“He didn’t say that.” Yoongi said as he handed you a warm tea.

“He basically did. He said his private life is his. What else can it mean?” you sipped slowly still sitting down on the couch.

You were bothered. Namjoon continued to hide Nari from you. Or maybe she had asked to not know anything about you. This was about avoiding stress on her. Maybe she was just so trustful of Namjoon she knew nothing would ever happen that would be deemed improper. She was that sure of his love.

“He loves her so much.” your voice broke.

Yoongi groaned. “I hate how that bastard still makes you feel like that. He somehow still manages to get a rise out of you.”

“I can’t do this to Jimin.” you mumbled softly. You turned your gaze to Yoongi who wasn’t looking at you.

“I know.” he sighed and walked to the kitchen. He came back with a beer bottle. “I thought all you needed was to be around him, let him pamper you and you’d get over Namdouche, but… I was wrong.”

“He deserves someone who loves him and is not hung up on her ex. I need to just get rid of the choice. I don’t want it. I don’t deserve it.” you broke again and Yoongi hugged you tightly to him.

You asked to talk to Jimin a couple of days afterwards. Somehow, Jimin sensed the topic of conversation. Everything had become far too complicated, he knew you had never gotten over Namjoon. And with a child on the way your feelings could only grow stronger.

Despite Namjoon having another family.

Despite Namjoon not loving you.

You still did.

The conversation had been pleasant as most things with Jimin were, it was a tragedy you could not fall in love with him. But you couldn’t ask for him to wait indefinitely for something that might not even happen. Jimin wanted to be close to you still. No matter what he still cared for you even if you only allowed for a friendship he would take it.

Namjoon kept checking up on you. But contact had been limited to doctors appointments and polite check up texts. As time kept passing your grudge began to grow causing you to become bitter and resentful.

Yoongi had driven you to your latest doctor appointment. Namjoon was out on business but had vowed to return quickly. This would be the first appointment since your arrival he would not be attending to. And it bothered you more than you cared to admit.

Yoongi remained quiet as you walked silently towards your check up. He sensed something bothering you but opted not to say anything until you decided to bring it up.

“Very strong heartbeat,” Olivia commented almost to herself as she spread the gel around your belly.

“That’s good right?” Yoongi asked from where he stood with his arms crossed.

Olivia looked away from the screen to look for the voice and smiled.

“Oh yeah absolutely. Having a healthy heartbeat is definitely what we want.” She grabbed a paper towel and began cleaning your belly.

“What is Namjoon having?” You asked.

Olivia looked at you surprised.

“I thought you wanted it to be a surprise.”

She had insisted on telling you the gender but you had opted for a surprise instead. Namjoon had respected your wishes and decided to wait for the birth as well.

“No, what are Namjoon and Nari having?” Your voice sounded harsh, almost broken.

Olivia sighed loudly. “Y/N I’ve told -”

“No!” You interrupted. “You guys treat her like she is this precious treasure and will not tell me anything about her. I know Namjoon must be so happy he finally married the love of his life! But if we are to have a semblance of a family shouldn’t I know about her pregnancy too? I mean I’m sure you all tell her about mine!”

You were slightly out of breath, and you hated how bitter you sounded. Somehow you couldn’t move on from Namjoon but he had started a new family with the woman he had loved his entire life and even if you sounded like a ridiculous petty bitch you wanted for them to know you were hurting.

“I can’t tell you. And I’m sure you don’t want any details that could upset you.” She tried reasoning.

But you were past that point.

“Olivia..” your voice came out in a warning but you stopped at the feeling of Yoongi pulling on your arm.

“She is right, let's just go Y/N.” He tried pulling on your arm but you pulled back.

“He is a fucking asshole. He destroyed my life and all this time I thought that I was okay..” tears were finally filling your eyes. “I can’t be okay knowing that this baby might have the same fate I had and I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t let him hurt my baby in the same way he has hurt me.” Tears finally streamed down your cheeks.

“Y/N what are you talking about?” Olivia’s voice came out almost in a whisper. She was trying not to upset you but you were letting out all your pent up feelings.

Granted you should have let them out to Namjoon but he wasn’t there.

“I’m leaving.” You turned to leave but she rushed to stand before you.

“Hey move!” Yoongi tried to move her but she pushed him.

“Think about what you are saying, okay?, you are upset at this whole ordeal but all you need to do is have a fucking honest conversation with my brother to see his side of this.” Finally Olivia’s voice came out much harder than it should.

“I’ve always been honest with him!”

“Oh have you?!, after your miscarriage you disappeared! After you came back and were supposedly happy with my brother you disappeared again! You always fucking disappear and make it seem like it’s okay to dish out whatever the hell you want at Namjoon! You know what? He is not perfect but neither are you!” She pointed her finger at you.

You all stood in silence staring at each other.

“We are leaving.” Yoongi declared pulling you to the exit.

You were left speechless and you didn’t know how to respond. She was right. You always ran away to protect yourself, but also you never believed it had any type of impact on Namjoon.

Namjoon never showed any type of love or any type of hurt whenever you left or disappeared. On the contrary it felt like you were doing him a favor. The last time you left you’d left him to do his own thing with his family which is what you assumed is what he wanted. To make a family with Nari.

“I tried.” You mumbled at Yoongi as he walked ahead of you. He made no to acknowledge what you said, you stopped walking then and raised your voice. “I said I tried!” You repeated.

Finally he stopped walking, his hands went to his hips as he sighed loudly and looked up at the sky as if searching for an answer.

“I heard you the first time.” He turned to face you. “You tried to protect yourself and that’s completely fine.” He reasoned, but you could tell he was just trying to sugar coat it.

“I’m selfish, just say it.” You folded your arms as you felt a chill go through you. “Just tell me how I fucked everything up.” You were already tearing up, your voice cracked as you said it.

“I am not saying that, look, it takes two to break up a marriage. I just feel like you have never taken responsibility for things.” The tone in his voice was soft as if he was trying to cushion the blow.

“What are you talking about?”

“Let’s just go home and we will talk there okay?, this isn’t the place.” He reached out for you but you recoiled.

“Just fucking say it!”

“When Nari told you she was pregnant, why did you believe her? Why did you just leave without fighting for Namjoon if you loved him so much?” This cut through you like a knife.

“You supported me!, you sent Jimin my way to help me escape and now you are asking me why I didn’t hang back and what? Investigate?” You were openly crying now.

“Yes, I did. I never liked him! Your relationship was always toxic and when this happened I thought it would finally be the last blow for you to let go of him and be happy! But things are worse now!You are worse! You are bitter and resentful, do you think I haven’t noticed you crying at night? At you always wondering out loud about Namjoon? You didn’t even try with Jimin because you still love Namjoon for whatever fucking reason he is in you like a fucking disease and I thought throwing you with someone who was the complete opposite was the cure but it wasn’t! Now I wonder why on earth I didn’t push you to fucking stay back and try to figure it out!”

You reeled back at his rant. He was right as usual.

You tried thinking back to when everything had first happened and you couldn’t remember having hope at all. All you could think about was how when you learned of Nari’s pregnancy all you could see was an in for Namjoon to be happy.

“I didn’t know I was pregnant!” You yelled back.

Yoongi’s face contorted into confusion.

“If I’d known I was pregnant I wouldn’t have left like that!, but I thought I was in the way of his happiness. He never denied having feelings for Nari, he never made me feel like I was important to him and that is what made me leave and not look back.”

“You said things were different, after Paris. You said you were happy, that things had changed. That HE had changed.”

“Yes, but I would never be Nari would I?” You cleaned your tears and finally Yoongi wrapped his arms around you.

“Maybe you should just talk to him, like you talk to me.” He mumbled against your hair.

“I can’t do that I’d -” you felt something at your feet.

You looked down and started.

“Did…” Yoongi trailed off.

“Did my water break all over your shoes?” You were breathing hard. “Yes I fucking think it did.”

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shadowkoo · 8 months

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Chasing Clouds - Prologue

→ Summary: Namjoon made the decision early on in his training that he would abstain from dating or entering any form of relationship while in active duty. He’s determined not to burden anyone with the likelihood of being to be notified of his death or causing pain to someone he loves by his long absence. Ironically, he found himself drawn to you, a doctor who challenges his beliefs and contradicts everything he upholds.

↠ knj x f.reader | 1k words | 18+ ↠ genre: military au, angst (future chapters include: doctor au, s2l, slow burn, smut, fluff, romance

→ Warnings: Read at your own risk! war, ptsd, bombs, guns, violence, injury, death, blood, (future warnings include: murder, use of other weapons, smut warnings)

→ Author Note: my favorite kdrama of all time is descendants of the sun and in honor of my fifth rewatch, I wanted to write this series! it takes place about a year after the show ends, just so you know the timeline :) i would recommend that you watch it first, but it’s not a requirement - it just gives insight to some of the character's personalities (plus i’ll take any opportunity to tell people to watch it lol)

Prologue

MAY 02 - 0340 - USTANA

The darkness of the night feels heavy; its weight is unsettling as the soldiers start their most recent assignment. Namjoon has an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach. It’s twisting and turning like never before. He isn’t usually nervous before missions; he hasn’t had a reason to be. He's always followed through and completed his tasks without issue; which is one of the main reasons everyone has such high hopes for him.

Tonight is different though, and he knows the others have the same odd feeling as they all take off their dog tags and set them aside. If captured, they need to remain anonymous.

"You guys know the drill. Once we locate the hostage, everyone will need to be attentive because it'll only be a matter of time until the whole building knows it's been breached. This isn't another exercise boys, lives are at stake here,” Big Boss, Captain Yoo Shijin, says to his team of special force soldiers.

"As this is the last mission of your training term, I expect nothing but excellence in your delivery of the hostage. We've orchestrated the specifics of this mission in such a way that will prove whether or not you are cut for these types of diplomatic high-profile assignments," Wolf, Big Bosses best friend Seo Daeyoung, adds.

"Whatever you do, don't compromise the mission. Don’t use your birth name to communicate, use the nicknames you were given, as well as ours," Big Boss hollers, finishing off their short speech as the back door of the aircraft opened.

Ustana, the country they’re secretly entering, is known for its drug and weapons problem due to its corrupt government. If things end badly, it will reflect on Korea. That’s why the team’s identities and nationalities can’t be known.

The plane jolts, narrowly missing the projectile that was aimed at the steel bird in the sky, solidifying the seriousness of the current situation below.

Namjoon repeats his orders to keep some level of sanity and peace of mind as he descended from the sky with the rest of the Puppy Pack, the soldiers in training to join the Alpha Team.

‘Find the hostage. Mislead the enemy. Return home. Stay alive.’

Once on the ground, he waits for the signal to ambush the guards watching the doors and proceeds to lead the group. Shijin and Daeyoung follow behind with the rest of the soldiers at their feet.

Daeyoung nods, giving Namjoon the go-ahead to align his gun on the enemy. This is the part he often tunes out. You need to be able to turn the switch, as he calls it, on and off with this kind of job.

He aligns his scope with the target and quickly pulls the trigger before moving to the others nearby before they even realize what’s happening. He watches as their bodies drop, waiting to see if anyone else runs into the room, but it’s quiet. Almost too quiet…

"Wildcat, All clear,” he says into his mic, letting the others know their access point is now safe for entry.

‘Find the hostage. Mislead the enemy. Return home. Stay alive.’

It takes less than two minutes for the group of highly trained soldiers to find the hostage. He’s badly beaten and unconscious, his body hunched over in the chair he’s tied to.

Wolf keeps watch by the side door while the team works on releasing the man. Jihoon, another one of the Puppy Pack trainees, helps Namjoon carry the man back to where the transport aircraft is waiting.

“I don’t want to jinx anything, but that was almost too easy…” Jihoon says, looking at Namjoon.

He agrees. Something’s not adding up…

He peers through the open door of the transport helicopter, gazing outside. They’re waiting for the last of the group to make their way onto the craft, and he just wants to ensure that everyone is safe. His shoulders relax when he can see their dark forms exiting the building.

Namjoon turns to look back at Jihoon, “I see them, they’re-” his sentence ends unfinished.

“What is that?” he says, taking a step closer to the unconscious hostage that Jihoon and a combat medic are helping. He points out the red blinking light on the man’s neck. It’s not a laser from a gun. It’s coming from inside his skin. ‘It’s almost as if…’ His thought trails off. “Run!” he screams, though it’s too late.

The bomb’s detonation rips through the helicopter, unleashing an intense burst of energy. In an instant, the searing shockwave propels fragments of debris outward. The air vibrates with a deafening roar, drowning out all other sounds.

The chaotic energy tears apart surroundings and scatters the remnants in all directions. A plume of smoke and fire billows upward, consuming everything in its path. The impact leaves a scene of devastation, marked by shattered glass, twisted metal, and a sense of raw destruction.

Namjoon feels the force of the explosion in his chest and is thrown far from his comrade, and debris crashes around him. His head bounces against the ground, and the ringing in his ears is so intense, he believes he will never hear again.

Jihoon is several feet away. His eyes are frozen open, and blood trails down his face from the head injury he suffers from. Namjoon reaches for his lifeless friend but it’s all too much.

Then, everything fades to black.

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i-am-baechu · 2 years

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Title: Scientist (M)

Genre: Scientist! Namjoon, Head Scientist! Reader, strangers to lovers! au, enemies to lovers! au (one sided), serious Namjoon, carefree reader, fluff, angst, comedy, and smut

Summary: Namjoon graduated with top marks and was the top student in his chemistry department in college. His dreams came true when he got accepted to the best bio-chem company in Korea. Everything was perfect until he met her. Her office was unprofessional and annoying in his opinion, who has beakers with hearts on them and who wears pink to the office? The company wants to open up to the younger generation to show how fun science is and they put Y/N as the person in charge of it. She asks Namjoon for help on a station and he agrees only because she was in charge but as he helped her, he realizes that there’s more to Y/N. Even the genius can be less serious at times.

"You think too much, that’s your problem, Being stuck in your head will do no good."

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Jin and Y/N walked out of her office talking amongst each other while Namjoon watched on the second level with an annoyed look. He let out a frustrated sigh and Min Yoongi shook his head at his friend, “You know, you could always listen to her. She could have good suggestions.”

“Don’t be on her side, she already has Jin.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and wrapped his arm over his broad shoulders, “Listen, you don’t make shit easy especially when you walk out of her office. Try listening, maybe that's why you're single too.”

“Shut up.”

The two men moved towards Namjoon’s office as he tossed his folder on the table out of frustration. He sat in his black computer chair with an angry look as Yoongi sat across from him with a nonchalant face, “That whole meeting she kept pointing out the mistakes in the numbers but she couldn’t care less. She always says fix it or try your best to fix it without telling me what exactly she wants me to fix.”

“Namjoon, you're the head of inventory and sampling. You showed her the sampling document, she probably thought you would get what she wanted fixed.”

Namjoon sighed and shook his head at his friend. He picked up his mug and took a sip of his coffee, “It would be nice if she said what she wanted.”

“The last time she did it, you got insulted that she had to tell you to look at the inventory again because you missed some things. You said she was basically calling you stupid.”

He huffed at Yoongi and set the mug back down and crossed his arms over his chest, “I was just in a bad mood. This is different, this is about sampling.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and glanced down at his watch and shook his head, “As soon as she pointed it out, you knew the mistake. I have to go, my samples are done. Please, don’t fight with Y/N again.”

“We’ll see.”

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yoonia · 1 year

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foreword: 2023

back to writing ✍️

Happy New Year 2023!!

I know I’m late for this, but I had to start the new year with a massive hole inside my heart. Last year was a rough ride, and I just want to thank everyone who had been there with me through it all. For those of you who have been following me for years, for those of you who had only found me last year, and for everyone who had just stumbled upon my blog recently, I truly appreciate every single one of you.

Usually, I would end the past year and start the new with an overview of my journey, but after a hard year, I figured I’ll change things up and simply drop this post to say hi and give you a quick update. Nothing much is going to change in my blog, but I am trying to do my best to grow as a writer, so let’s just say that I have many things to offer.

Coming into the year, I have set a goal to finish a few of my impending series (eg. About Time, In Motion, Shifters series) while working on to post most of the WIPs that have been sitting in my draft for an entire year. Please be patient with me as I start working on them one at a time. Meanwhile, some of my discontinued series/fics will be taken down and moved into my Patreon, which has been in the process of happening starting from last year.

For more updates and announcements—whether it’s about my blog, personal, or my writing process—I will be adding them regularly into my Schedule Post. So please always refer to the post mentioned for any questions regarding my update/posting schedules.

My Patreon is still open with more special contents coming up, and my Ko-Fi is available for those of you who enjoy reading my works and are interested to send some support. You can find all the links on my navigation page.

As a little bonus for everyone, I will be giving you a sneak peek of my WIPs that will be coming this year (aside from the series mentioned above). I’m crossing my fingers while hoping that this year will be much better than the last, and I do hope that you will all be there to join the ride.

Until we meet again.

xoxo, Dia

!!Bonus: Sneak peeks of my upcoming WIPs!!

⟶ Title | Eternal Sunshine - Epilogue for Spotless Minds ⟶ Character | Hoseok x reader ⟶ Genre | Past Lovers!AU, New Beginning, inspired by Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Minds (yes, the movie) ⟶ Summary | You had always felt like meeting him was a chance of fate. He had always been the missing piece of the puzzle that you had been searching for, the beautiful stranger who had somehow become your home. But when your soul seems to refuse to stop searching, you begin to find scraps of the past that had somehow gone missing, erased and forgotten, hiding the pain that would have tainted the perfect life that you had built together. Suddenly, you are given a chance to open the pandora box, to collect the missing scraps of your past. Would you dare to open it and risk what you have with him, or would you leave it alone and move on, just the way you had decided to do a long time ago? ⟶ Ratings & Warnings | +18/Mature

read here

⟶ Title | Alpha’s Inferno ⟶ Pairing | Namjoon x OC/female original character ⟶ Genre | Vampires!au, Werewolf!au, Alpha!Namjoon, Vampire!OC, Smut, Angst ⟶ Summary | Alphas can only be stronger with a mate. Losing his Destined had almost sent Namjoon into the wilderness, to an illness known to shifters as the Mating Sickness. Fighting his illness, the Alpha continues to lead his pack of misfits all on his own since. Facing betrayals, living constantly with distrust, losing his allies, and finding his own pack slowly crumbling into disarray as he slowly succumbs into his sickness. But the war has turned enemies into allies, and hate becomes love, and he wasn’t completely ready to find the Moon Goddess giving him a second chance to find love in the form of the being that he had once distrusted the most. ⟶ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature

read teaser here

⟶ Title | Flux: Blindsided - from Flux! the series, final instalment ⟶ Character | Yoongi x reader x Jungkook ⟶ Genre | Polyamorous!AU, Smut, Angst ⟶ Summary | Yoongi never knew that he did not only take your heart and soul when he walked out the door, but Jungkook’s as well. He had left the two of you behind by making you both believe that he was giving things up all due to his fear and insecurities. Little do you know that nothing is truly that simple. And it never really would. ⟶ Ratings & Warnings | +18/Mature

read teaser here

⟶ Title | The Bedroom Hymns ⟶ Pairings | Min Yoongi x female reader ⟶ Genre | Fairy Prince!Yoongi, Princess!reader, Fantasy au, Faerie au, Angst, Mystery, Smut ⟶ Summary | Being the only daughter of the Wicked King has kept you living in a sheltered life. Never once you were given the chance to see the world beyond the walls of your father’s old castle, and yet, it had never stopped you from hearing all the dark rumours of your father’s indiscretions which had left you to continue living in the shadows. When the day comes for your father to send you to live in his castle by the sea, he left you with a new rule set in place. You are left with a set of keys, one which would lead you to travel through the thousand magical doors inside his castle, but you are to never leave through the front door or to step foot through the golden door at the end of the hall. (A twist from Bluebeard. Spoiler: the Wicked King is Bluebeard himself) ⟶ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature ⟶ Warnings | Dark topic, explicit sex (more warnings will be added as I continue writing this)

read here

⟶ Title | The Whispers in The Mist ⟶ Pairings | Min Yoongi x female reader ⟶ Genre | Ghost!Yoongi, Reincarnation au, Angst, Mystery, Smut ⟶ Summary | He first came to you through your dream, luring you to find him, only to always wake up with his shadows fading with the rising sunlight. But when you can still feel his presence in the daylight, when you keep finding traces of his existence wherever you look, you start to wonder if perhaps he is more than just an object of your lucid dream. Perhaps what you have been seeing at night are your forgotten memories, and he is finally here to help you unravel every part of it, until you could finally remember who he really was. ⟶ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature; Dark topic, sacrilege, explicit sex scene (more warnings will be added as I continue writing this)

Teaser available on Patreon!

⟶ Title | G.H.O.S.T: The Hacker’s Tale — Carousel side story ⟶ Pairings | Hoseok x OC/female reader (feat. Yoongi/Jungkook) ⟶ Genre | Hacker!Hoseok, Assassin!reader, Detective!Jungkook, CEO Yoongi, angst, suspense, mystery ⟶ Summary | Always have an escape plan. Jung Hoseok has always been the curious boy, too smart for his own good, and has lived on the edge for as long as he could remember. Living in the shadows, he had operated under the name “G.H.O.S.T” and nobody had ever managed to catch his trail. All except for one man, who had not only given him a chance for redemption, but also a reason for him to survive, and you, the shadow that he had overlooked for a long time, but always ready to come out into the light before he gets far too deep into his own darkness.

Teaser 1 is available on Patreon; read teaser 2 here

⟶ Title | Bad For You: Undercover - A Spin-Off ⟶ Character | Taehyung x reader ⟶ Summary | They say only the strongest women can love men like him. You thought you could take the challenge, but what happens when life and everything around you challenge you back? ⟶ Genre | Stripper!au, Stripper!Taehyung, Smut, Angst, Mature theme ⟶ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature

⟶ Title | Nefarious; In Motion - a side story ⟶ Character | Jimin x reader | note: with POV changes ⟶ Summary | Welcome to Club La Rouge, where your sexual fantasies come to life. For the past year you have been a member to the club, never once had they failed to help you indulge in your deepest and darkest need, the desire to embrace a part of you that you had never been able to show anyone else before. Tonight, however, you are met with a disappointment when your arranged ‘date’ had bailed on you. But just as you are ready to turn away in defeat, you cross path with the lovely attendant whose gentle gaze and soft smile have always been able to make you fluster more than any dates you have been with. You know that accepting his offer might cause some inconveniences for both of you, but do you really have it in you to say no? ⟶ Genre | Sex Club!au, Gentlemen Club!au, Smut ⟶ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature

#💌 by dia #misc: announcement #2023 foreword #misc: work in progress

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hyocherie · 2 years

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shinichirou created a groupchat.

special chapter for "the scariest future" edited version

(suggestive, cursing, I don't know where this is going)

shinichirou made a group chat

shinichirou added three people

shinichirou set nicknames for three members

shinichirou named the group chat "GAY BD 🤸♀️💃🥺"TAKEOMI: WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT GDM NAME

SHINICHIROU: HELLO GAY PPL THAT I RECRUITED 🤩❤

WAKASA: i am going to kill who tf made this gc.

SHINICHIROU: HI WAKA-CHAN 🥰

WAKASA: hi shin-chan...

BENKEI: thats fruity...

WAKASA: it's not, fuck off caius-wannabe

TAKEOMI: yk caius???? didn't know u enjoy bl...explicit bl...

SHINICHIROU: guys, what's bl?

BENKEI: who is cauis and why do i look like him 😔

WAKASA: SHIN-CHAN HOW TF DO U NOT KNOW BL?? YOU'RE GAY.

SHINICHIROU: correction — im bi :)

TAKEOMI: stop with that full stop its terrifying...AND SHIN I THOUGHT U KNEW ????

BENKEI: OMG THE USE OF THE "SPACE" TAKEOMI R U ON STANTWT ?????

TAKEOMI: OMG HOW DO U KNOW ???? WHATS UR @ LETS BE MOOTS

SHINICHIROU: guys what's stantwt

WAKASA: SHIN-CHAN CHECK UR FUCKING DMS

SHINICHIROU: NO NEED TO CURSE WAKA-CHAN 🥺 but k wait

BENKEI: I SENT MY @ ON DM, FB

TAKEOMI: GOT IT GOT IT THE NAMJOON PFP IS MINE. but umaushi what did u send to shin

WAKASA: its imaushi not umaushi

TAKEOMI: do i give a fuck? No, ok. but what did u send shin ?

WAKASA: um why do u care...?

TAKEOMI: bc he's my friend??? and I'm curious????

SHINICHIROU: wakasa why is everything dark and why is there a lightsaber in the middle of the pic

BENKEI: IMAUSHI YOU DID NOT

WAKASA: did what

TAKEOMI: SANO SHINICHIRO WHAT TF DID HE SEND YOU????

SHINICHIROU: ill send it thru dm, idk what this is...

TAKEOMI: k

....

BENKEI: why did it suddenly become silent...

TAKEOMI: UMAUSHI WAKASHA

WAKASA: it's imaushi wakasa, can't u read???

TAKEOMI: OUT OF ALL THE PICS U COULDVE SEND, WHY THAT????

WAKASA: bc that's bl???? tf

TAKEOMI: THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEAN

WAKASA: then i don't get what you mean

TAKEOMI: yk-nevermind. shin...

SHINICHIROU: hm?

TAKEOMI: forget what he sent, k?

SHINICHIROU: um...sure?

WAKASA: but um...shin-chan...👉👈

BENKEI: why the emojis

TAKEOMI: suspicious.

SHINICHIROU: yes, waka-chan?

WAKASA: can i um...

BENKEI: wgat

TAKEOMI: what 🤨

WAKASA: are you shin-chan 🙄

TAKEOMI: we're answering for him for his safety 😃

BENKEI: what omi said 😅

SHINICHIROU is typing...

TAKEOMI: don't.you.dare.shinichirou.

SHINICHIROU stopped typing.

TAKEOMI: better. so what, imaushi?

WAKASA: i was askin' if i and shin-chan could hang out

BENKEI: in bed

TAKEOMI: GASP 😱

TAKEOMI: I SAY NO 💢💢

WAKASA: WTF NO, I MEAN OUTSIDE

BENKEI: semi-public sex

TAKEOMI: I DON'T ALLOW IT. I WILL KEEP SHIN SAFE OR ELSE HE'LL DIE AT THE HANDS OF HIS MOTHER AND GRANDFATHER

SHINICHIROU: sure, waka-chan 😊

BENKEI: IN BED!?!?

TAKEOMI: I DECLINE

WAKASA: SHUT TF UP NOT IN BED

SHINICHIROU: aww i was expecting in bed 😔

WAKASA: if you want ig... ///

TAKEOMI: nah i'm out

TAKEOMI is offlineBENKEI: have fun!

BENKEI is offlineWAKASA: ...

WAKASA: so...

SHINICHIROU: can you open the door? i've been waiting here for a while now...

WAKASA: YOU WHAT

day two:

GAY BD 🤸♀️💃🥺

2:34 AM

TAKEOMI is online

TAKEOMI: i still hate the gdm name

BENKEI is online

BENKEI: it hates you too

TAKEOMI: i hate you

BENKEI: i feel the same for you, akashi

WAKASA is online

WAKASA: enemies to lovers 🤭

TAKEOMI: imaushi it's past your bedtime, go to sleep

WAKASA: i'm not a child

BENKEI: technically you are, you are one year younger than all of us

WAKASA: we're the same age, arashi, you just look 10,000 years older than me

TAKEOMI: ok imaushi i like you now don't sleep

BENKEI: you're going to gang up on me i know it

TAKEOMI: oh we will 😈

WAKASA: hehehe

BENKEI: no pls

BENKEI: @shinichirou

SHINICHIROU is online

SHINICHIROU: i have been summoned

WAKASA: hi loml

SHINICHIROU: hi bb

TAKEOMI: BB?!

BENKEI: BABY?!

benkei in his mind: good thing they're not gonna gang up on me anymore hehe

SHINICHIROU: what's wrong with calling him baby?

TAKEOMI: E-HEM, A LOT?!?!?!

BENKEI: are you two a thing?

TAKEOMI: WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT????

BENKEI: told ya it was sex

TAKEOMI: ARASHI KEIZO SHUT UP

BENKEI: sorry baby

TAKEOMI: it's alright

WAKASA: AND YOU TWO CALL EACH OTHER BABY?!

WAKASA: AND THEN ITS SEX WHEN I AND SHIN-CHAN CALL EACH OTHER BABY?!

SHINICHIROU: oh congrats benkei and omi!

BENKEI: thanks shin!

TAKEOMI: ITS BECAUSE YOU HAD SEX LAST NIGHT?!

WAKASA: WE DID NOT

SHINICHIROU: waka-chan why are you denying it thou :(

TAKEOMI: DENY WHAT

BENKEI: omg you really did it 😱😱

TAKEOMI: who was top

WAKASA: i was

SHINICHIROU: waka-chan stop lying , yk it was me

TAKEOMI: 😱😱😱😱😱

TAKEOMI: SHIN IS A TOP?! HOW SHOCKING 😱😱

BENKEI: omi you're so dramatic it's funny 😭😭

TAKEOMI: i'm just me bestie 💅

WAKASA: HUH YOU WERE TOP?!

SHINICHIROU: waka-chan we just finished

SHINICHIROU: i still don't understand why we're texting if you're sitting on my lap

TAKEOMI: YOU ARE WHAT

BENKEI: how about let's all go to sleep, it's 3 in the morning

BENKEI: correction, almost three in the morning

TAKEOMI: YOU JUST FINISHED?! OUR LAST TEXT WAS 7 PM

WAKASA: OUR LAST TEXT WAS SEVEN?!

WAKASA: shin-chan stop giving me hickeys you've given me too much

TAKEOMI:...

BENKEI:...

WAKASA: oh

WAKASA: did i just text that?

WAKASA: sorry i was gonna say it out loud to him but i texted it

WAKASA is offline

SHINICHIROU is offline

TAKEOMI: um ok

BENKEI: rip waka's ass

the next day...actually just 5 hours later

(i'm too lazy to format)

GAY BD 🤸♀️💃🥺

7:09 am

TAKEOMI is online

TAKEOMI: good morning

SHINICHIROU is online

SHINICHIROU: very unusual of you to say good morning on your own hehe

SHINICHIROU: but good morning!

TAKEOMI: go back offline you ruined my mood

SHINICHIROU: aw :(

WAKASA is online

TAKEOMI: oh here comes your boyfriend

WAKASA: i only went online because shin-chan went online

BENKEI is online

BENKEI: good morning!

BENKEI: and why are you awake so early in the morning

BENKEI: i just woke up because my notifs were already blasting like crazy

TAKEOMI: we only just had less than 10 texts here, how did your phone explode with notifs

BENKEI: you were spamming me

TAKEOMI: oh yeah

WAKASA: only intellects wake up this early in the morning

WAKASA: and i admit

WAKASA: i am not an intellect

TAKEOMI: you were never human

WAKASA: if my legs weren't sore, i probably sprinted through your window already and killed you

SHINICHIROU: baby don't be like that

WAKASA: sorry

BENKEI: wait your legs are what

WAKASA: sore

WAKASA: like very sore

TAKEOMI: i thought you were top 🤨

WAKASA: i take that back, i have been destined to be shin-chan's submissive —

BENKEI: omega

WAKASA: ...

WAKASA: can't deny that

SHINICHIROU:i took an omegaverse test though

BENKEI: i wonder what it said

TAKEOMI: what did it say

SHINICHIROU: i'm an alpha based on my traits 🤩

WAKASA: ... oh

WAKASA: shin-chan i can be your breeding bitch

TAKEOMI: can somebody mute imaushi

TAKEOMI: i beg you, please

WAKASA: no one can stop me

BENKEI: wait, why are waka and shin texting if they're beside each other

SHINICHIROU: oh no i'm making breakfast

WAKASA: my apartment smells like pancakes, very yummy

BENKEI: please send some :(

SHINICHIROU: on it!

SHINICHIROU: or do you wanna have breakfast together? i think i made too much batter

WAKASA: NO

TAKEOMI: huh

BENKEI: why :(

WAKASA: i want shin-chan for me and for me only

WAKASA: this is our first morning together 🤪

TAKEOMI: nah i'm already on my way (vc)

BENKEI: i'm out of the house

WAKASA: OH COME ON

SHINICHIROU: the more the merrier uwu

SHINICHIROU: waka-chan, we can have our mornings together in the next few days, ok?

WAKASA:... sure

SHINICHIROU: i can feel you sulking from here, i'll give you a kiss

WAKASA: come here now, i need it

SHINICHIROU: ok, ok

GAY BD 🤸♀️💃🥺

8:45 pm

TAKEOMI is online

SHINICHIROU IS ONLINE

SHINICHIROU: i sense something bad

WAKASA is online

BENKEI is online

BENKEI: takeomi no

TAKEOMI changed the nicknames of all members

gay: i wonder what mine is...

gay: akashi takeomi i'm not gay

caius: yes you are

caius: oh

caius: i still don't know who caius is 😔

the only sane one: shin type

alpha: hello

alpha: i'm telling your mom

alpha: oh wait

alpha: you don't have one

the only sane one: now that's just plain rude

caius: shin slay

gay: OUT OF ALL THE NAMES YOU COULD'VE GIVEN ME

the only sane one changed gay's name

omega: thank you

omega: i take that back

the only sane one: hey benkei

caius: yes :3

the only sane one: the big one's caius

caius: NAUR WHY DO I SEE THE RESEMBLANCE 😭😭😭

the only sane one: koichi looks like shin omg

omega: NO SHIN-CHAN'S MINE

alpha: what were they about to do

the only sane one: obviously....

omega: they had sex the first time they met

the only sane one: damn i hate this manga. traumatizing

omega: for once i agree with you

alpha changed the only sane's one name

koichi: now what did you do

koichi: YOU DID NOT

koichi: SANO SHINICHIROU CHANGE IT

koichi: or i will

alpha banned koichi from changing the nicknames

caius: oh that was a thing?

koichi: HOW DARE YOU

omega: omg shin-chan i love you

omega: can you also like

omega: change the rest back to normal

alpha: i love you too my love

alpha: but no i like these names

omega: oh come on

caius: it's funny how we all have partners

omega: yeah, now everybody knows i'm shin-chan's bride

caius: the titan's bride and the alpha's bride

caius: hilarious 🤣

koichi: I TOLD YOUR MOM

koichi: and...

koichi: she just laughed at me

alpha: told ya

omega: anyways, shin-chan, round 2?

alpha: bet

alpha is offline

omega is offline

caius: rip waka's ass part 2

koichi: part 100 i can say

caius: true

caius: ...

caius: fine last chat

#shinwaka #wakashin #benomi #omiben #takeben #hyocherie #tokyo revengers #sano shinichiro #inc0rrect1stgenblackdragons #imaushi wakasa #akashi takeomi #arashi keizo #1st gen black dragon #chatfic #tokyo revengers chat fic #the scariest future #edited version

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memphisfaith · 1 year

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Chapter 4: An Endless Night

Paring: Jeon Jungkook x reader

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Street Racer!AU, Smut

Word Count: 6K

Warning: Cursing, mentions of smut, smut, consumption of alcohol, mentions of violence, violence, mentions/hints of abuse, abuse, mentions of death, death, mentions of murder, murder, illegal activities.

Summary: You never know what cards your delt in life, not until you learn to use them. I never thought I'd be good a stealing, but there I was steal off the streets. I never thought I'd learn to drive a car, but here I am learning from The Dark God of Seoul. I never thought I'd have an actual family, but I will.

I smirk as Taehyung held his arm out, our plan being set in motion. Taehyung led us through the crowd and to the front of all the displayed cars. Taehyung fakes interest in them as we make our way down the line while I take small glances at the target. I sent him a flirty smile when he caught me looking before quickly turning back to Taehyung. “He's looking at us.” I whisper pressing myself into him to make it look more than what it actually is. Taehyung nods his head before looking at the next car purposely making him look disinterested in what I have to say. I huff and turn back to the lines of the car. When I look back at the man he’s already looking at me, I make my cheeks flush before turning back Taehyung, “I have him,” I whisper to him again. Tae once again looks disinterested but I can tell he’s growing excited.

When he finally made it to the wanted car the man in front of us stared at me the whole time, completely disregarding Taehyung. “What do you think baby? Would it look good with my collection?” Tae asks with a hidden smirk. “I think it would,” I nod along dumbly. “Would you race for it?” Taehyung questions the man, the man tears his gaze away from me to Tae a wicked grin spreading across his lips. “I only race for pink lips,” He smirks, “That's fine, I have a car I’ll bet. It sits right over there.” Tae offers yet already knowing he’ll decline. “I don’t race for cars kid, If you want this car I want a night with your girlie here,” he grins. I widen my eyes before snapping them over to Taehyung, His face remains passive as he continues to chew on his gum. “Then lets race.” He offers holding his hand out for him to shake.

The man grins sickeningly as he clasps hands with Taehyung. I let go of Tae’s arm as he turns to walk away. When I turned with him I felt a slap land on the back of my ass. It took all I had not swing around and punch him, and judging from the faces of our watching audience it’s taking a lot of self control for them too, some already rolling up their sleeves and being held back by others.

I continue to walk alongside Taehyung until we get back to the group. “I swear to god Tae if you don’t win this I’ll let Namjoon beat your ass.” I growl. Taehyung lets out a wearly laugh, “Don’t worry angel I got you,” He smiles boyishly. I watch as he climbs into his car before lining up at the starting line.

Jimin approaches beside me with his hands tucked into his pants a casual smirk carved across his face. “If he loses do you want me to talk you out of it?” He offers with a small amused smirk, “There’s no need, He’ll win.” I answer. “Who wouldn’t when you're threatened by the Dark God,” He laughs, “It’s not that, He’ll win because despite the fact he says he wants the car it isn’t the car itself he wants.” I muse as the flag girl stands between the cars. “I don’t follow,” Jimin mumbles. “Taehyung has won a car from every person here that isn’t a part of the elites. This man he is facing is new, he’s only started coming around here a month ago. Which is more than enough time for Tae to figure out how he works and how he drives.” I smirk as I watch Tae stalls momentarily to allow him the man the head start.

“And why would Tae waste time doing that?” Jimin scoffs, “Because he wants to win, he wants a trophy. Much like how serial killers take trophies from their victims.” I explain. “His car garage in the city is his trophy room, not a single car in that room has been bought by Taehyung. They’ve all been won from every single person here who races.” I grin as Taehyung’s car revs and flies right after the man. His car easily caught up, just after the second stop light.

“How the fuck do you know that?” Jimin gaps, “Namjoon didn’t waste a year just teaching me how to drive you know,” I laugh. “I knew all about you guys before I even met you. Granted it was pretty scary to meet you guys in person, but I’ve had time to connect the dots and adjust,” I smirk over at him. I turned my head back to the race just in time to see Tae drift his car a full 180, he even went so far to do it as close to the man’s car the hoods could kiss.

“Aish, Namjoon turned you so evil,” Jimin sighs, “Oh sweetie, I’ve always been evil. Namjoon just polished it up and gave me a new shine.” I grin. Jimin’s face crunches up to a disturbed and bothered look. I watch excitedly as Tae’s car revs as he slows down teasingly, before ripping off again. I watch smugly as he passes the second stop light then the first. Naming him the winner.

I pat Jimin on his shoulder before strutting my way over to Taehyung as the man is only just pulling up. I come up behind tae and smugly rest my head on his shoulder as the man stomps over to us keys in hand. Tae chews his gum with a smirk as he holds his hand out for the keys. The man sneers as he slams his keys into Taehyung's hand. The man shot me a dark look before he smirks, “Don’t worry girlie, I may not get you tonight but I know someone who would love to get his hands on you.” He chuckles. I roll my eyes at his comment as I watch him stalk off.

I grim at Tae as he pumps his fist in the air in victory. “I owe you darling,” He grins, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Aish, I thought the act was over?” Jungkook calls, I scoff and look over him as he approaches. “Nice race Tae,” He grins over at his friend, “Thanks, I honestly over estimated him. I thought it would be harder. I guess it was because I had Namjoon breathing down my neck to win.” Tae sighs. “It’s called tough love tae,” I tease, “Tell that to Namjoon Angel,” Jimin scoffs.

“Speaking of Namjoon?” I mumble looking over the crowd to find him but can’t. “They’re over there, the crowd is just hyped up from the race.” Jungkook answers. “I’ll walk you over, if you can’t walk through the crowds at school there's no way in hell you can get through this.” He laughs, I kiss my teeth and shove him with my shoulder playfully.

Jungkook laughs before leading me through the crowd, somewhere in the middle I lose him in the crowd and a hand grabs my wrist. I spin around only to come face to face with the monster of my nightmares. “Why the fuck are here (y/n)?” He growls, “And why the fuck are you dressed like a slut?” He sneers distatsfully. I jerk my hand from his grip and make a run for it pushing my way through people calling for Namjoon.

Instead of Namjoon I see Jungkook spinning around wildly at my voice. “JUNGKOOK!” I screech only to feel a blunt force knock me over the back of my head. The force is enough to knock me to the ground. The gravel of the asfalt dug into my knees when I hit the ground. I don’t stay there long when that name knots itself in my hair before proceeding to drag me off.

I kick and scream for him to let go, but he drags me all the way to his old car. He hits me over my head a few times and kicks at my gut before throwing me into the back seat and slamming the door. I feel my heart sink into my stomach as the car starts and he screams out of the parking lot. “LET ME GO!” I scream, throwing a punch at him from the back seat, the action causes him to swerve in the middle of the road. “LAY DOWN BITCH!” He yells, knocking his fist into face effectively back handing me. The hit makes my brain rattle,and the world around me spins. I force myself to sit up and look out the window, I could jump out.

I pull at the handle only for it to rattle because it’s locked. I fumble to unlock it as I grow more and more dizzy. All the punches catching up to me all at one time. “HEY! STOP FUCKING WITH THE DOOR!” He yells before purposely swerving the car so hard I fall back into the seat. I grunt as I fall across the seat, I try to sit up again but he reaches around his seat and hits me again. This time using his palm to strike across my temple. The hit makes the world flash dangerously black, but it’s not enough to make me black out. I stay still so the dizziness will fade, however it only allows the world around me to spot.

The sound of roaring engines break the silent air, I think it’s my burry mind playing tricks on me until I hear him curse at the noise. I sit up so fast the world spins but I force it to focus as I look out the back window. Trailing behind us is four cars, one red car, one pink, one sliver grey, and one familiar black one.

I watch in amazement as the red one speeds past the three cars and pulls out in front of us. I watch as he tries to swerve around the red car, only for the red car to pull in front of him every time. The black and silver grey cars pull up beside us, one taking each side of the car. The pink car remains on our tail, which allows all four cars to box us in.

I gasp in amazement as the black car rolls down it’s window to reveal a Jungkook, behind him at the wheel is Namjoon. I’m momentarily frozen as I look at them, both having look’s I’ve never seen before. Jungkook has one of indescribable determination and Namjoon’s...one that scares me. Scares me in a way I actually feel sorry for him when Namjoon gets his hands on him.

“(Y/N)!” Jungkook screams, knocking me out of my frozen state. My eyes widen as I see half of Jungkook’s body leaning out the window, “COME ON! I GOT YOU!” He screams holding his arms out. “DON'T YOU DARE (Y/N)!” He screams from behind the wheel as he continues to try and find a way to break out of the box. I don’t listen as I start to crank the handle for the window, eternally grateful it’s a manual. He jerks the car into the silver car beside us to keep me from rolling down the window but I hold onto the seat and do my damndest to get it down.

I roll it all the way down before grabbing both sides on the window. I don’t even get my head out before he’s ramming into the bumper of the red car. I hiss when my shoulder is slammed into the side of the window. “COME ON (Y/N), COME ON! I’LL CATCH YOU, JUST JUMP!” Jungkook calls. I swallow hard and look past him to Namjoon. Namjoon’s scary look softens, “COME ON BABY. COME ON!” He calls from his side before quickly turning back to the road.

I take a deep breath as I climb as far I can out the window, my stomach drops as I see the road below me. I scream when I feel the car backs into the hood of the pink car. “LOOK AT ME (Y/N)! LOOK AT ME BABY!” Jungkook screams, my eyes snap to him quickly meeting his big brown eyes. “JUMP! IT’S OKAY, JUST JUMP!” He calls almost begging. I swallow hard before closing my eyes. With one second of bravery and fear I push my left foot off the car and hold my arms out.

As soon as they meet something I grip onto it for dear life. I feel a strong hold wrap itself around my waist, it’s then I open my eyes to meet Jungkook grinning at me. “I got you baby, I got you.” He smiles. I nod my head weakly as he carefully maneuvers us back inside the car. Jungkook settles me into his lap, his strong hold unwavering. I rest my head on his shoulder as adrenaline starts to come down, “Come on baby stay with us. Don’t close your eyes.” He calls patting my hip to catch my attention. “Don’t let her close her eyes Jungkook,” I hear Namjoon call, “I won’t,” he promises in return.

I turn my attention to the car beside us, my eyes widen as I see the car ram into us. I hold on to Jungkook as tight as I can when the car jerks. Namjoon curses beside us and reaches over for a walkie talkie. “Flip the bastard,” he ordered, “You got in boss,” the cheery voice of Hoseok sounds out in return. Seconds later the red car in front slams on the brakes, the car beside us hits its bumper before flying over the silver-grey car that effortlessly slides under it as it does before replacing its previous position beside us.

I watch as the flying car hits the road and rolls three times before stopping. Namjoon slows down before circling around to the broken car which now lays on the side of the road. When Namjoon comes to a stop Jungkook helps me out of the car. Hoseok and Jimin had stopped further down the road, and they are jogging up to the road to meet up with us, as Yoongi and Taehyung are pulling the broken car apart, Jin’s car slowly pulls into a stop before he too is stepping out. I watch as Taehyung pulls out his body before dropping him. I hear him groan and the sound causes a flare of anger. I jerk myself out of Jungkook’s hold before rushing over to his body, sounds of panic ring through the air but no one can stop me in time before I land a swift kick to his face. I sneer as I feel blood splatter over the bare spots of my heel. I can’t bring myself to care enough not to land another kick to his face.

Before I can make a third, gentle hands pull me away. I turn sharply to face them, only to meet the soft brown eyes of Jungkook. “Easy, easy. It’s gonna be okay.” He whispers gently brushing my knotted hair out of my face. The softness of his tone causes something in me to break as I feel hot angry tears to well up in my eyes. “HE DESERVES IT! THAT PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A FATHER DESERVES TO KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE BEATEN!” I cry, weakly throwing my hands at him and slapping his chest. Jungkook’s eyes widen but he doesn’t say a word as he takes all the weak slaps I throw at him. “I know, I know.” He mumbles gently taking my hands in his to stop the slapping. My breathing becomes ragged but my crying stops.

“(y/n),” I hear Namjoon call, following the sound of his voice I met with him holding out his hand, a gun within it. My eyes widen before looking up at Namjoon. “Can I?” I question unsure if he’ll actually allow it. “It’s okay, you can do it.” He soothes. I slowly pull away from Jungkook and make my way over to Namjoon. Namjoon holds his empty hand out for me to take, and I take it without hesitation. He gently leads me over to his body, Namjoon wraps his arms around me and guides my hands to hold the gun correctly before letting go and backing away. “It’s okay (y/n), you can do it.” He soothes.

“Don’t you dare (Y/n)! I am your father! I took care of you when your mom left us like the gold digging whore she was.” He calls from his place on the ground. I glare at him, but before I can say anything Namjoon is already talking. “You didn’t do a damn thing for her, you left her to the streets where I found her, for the last year I took care of her, raised her, protected her. You may be her father, but I’ve been more a dad to her than you will ever be,” Namjoon snaps in the most vicious tone I have ever heard him speak in. “She’s MY girl, and if she can’t shoot you herself then I’ll be the one to do it. Because someone like you doesn’t deserve to breathe after all you’ve done to her.” Namjoon promises.

“Do baby girl, you won’t have to be scared of him anymore. I’ll take care of you from now on,” He whispers. “Promise?” I question weakly looking over at him but not moving my hands away from the stance he guided me in. “Promise,” he smiles, Dimples in all. That’s all it took for me to look back and pull the trigger.

Nothing else needed to be said as we left. Leaving the crash and dead body for the cops to handle, but a part of me hopes his body will be eaten by street rats. All of us found ourselves at the farm house where I met them all, all that time ago, only this time I have no one to be scared of and no one to fear. Upon arriving Namjoon had me shower and put on spare pants and a T-shirt. All three times my size and smells like Namjoon. After I quietly sit on the couch, everyone else sits around me. Namjoon wraps a blanket over me every five minutes, even though I push it off each time. By the fifth time I finally huff, “Why do you keep wrapping a blanket around me?” I grumble, “Because you're in shock,” He answers simply. I snarl and throw the blanket at him, “Just because I’m in shock doesn’t mean I need a blanket. It means I need booze.” I snip.

“She’s exactly right, In fact I think we all need booze,” Yoongi perks up, “I’ll be right back,” He chimes before walking off in the direction of the kitchen. Namjoon shoots up and hurriedly follows after him, most likely in an attempt to stop him. I watch as they leave but once they disappear past the living room door I turn my gaze to the rest of the room. Jimin finally seems to come to terms with something as he stood up and determinedly walked his way over to me. “Can I hug you? Just this once?” He questions softly, despite his previous determined attitude. I nibble on my bottom lip before finally opening my arms to him, Jimin practically throws himself on me when I offer myself up to him.

I grunt as he laughs, “You're so heavy! Get off!” I groan. “No, I gotta soak it in. This might be the only time I’ll ever get to hug you.” He denies. “It will if you don’t get off now.” I snap. “Please, we all know you’re as touch starved as I am.” He sneers, I feel my cheeks heat up at his comment. I don't have in me to rebut in fear of the next comment that may come out of his mouth. Jimin laughs in victory. “It’s okay. We all have so much pain for people so young.” He mumbles softly.

Jimin only lets go when Yoongi comes in carrying a bottle of alcohol and shot glasses with a regretful looking Namjoon trailing behind him. Namjoon takes his place beside me with a sullen look, “Did Yoongi chew you out again?” I question, Namjoon lets out a long sigh before nodding. Yoongi sets a glass down in front of me and fills it up first, he fills another and another before all of us have one. Yoongi sets the bottle down before lifting his shot in the air, “To the goddess! May she race through many boundless nights and rise above the ranks of the Elites and Legacies, May she live her life so that when the reaper comes to collect that even he will be sad to see her leave!” He toasts before knocking his shot back. “To the Goddess,” The six other men salute before they too kick back their shot. A smile spreads across my lips as I tilt my head back and take my shot.

Shots after shots were taken, soon enough words slurred together, and drunken arguments were being fought. “I’M TELLING YOU, I WON THAT RACE AND YOU DAMN WELL KNEW IT!” Seokjin yells at his prodigy from across the room. I laugh drunkenly at the offended face Jungkook made. “I’M JK! I DON’T LOSE TO OLD MEN LIKE YOU!” He shouts back, I laugh harder as Jin stands up and points an accusing finger at him before going off.

After my laughter dies I look back at Jungkook who’s staring at me from across the room. I look down at my shot glass awkwardly before glancing back up hoping he still wasn’t looking at me. He still stares at me, his eyes are swirling and I’m too drunk to tell with what.

“Namjoon,” I whisper over to the older man. Namjoon hums over the rim of his shot glass. “Why is he staring at me?” I question in a hush tone, “Who?” Namjoon questions, “Jungkook!” I whisper harshly. Namjoon glances over at Jungkook and back at me. A realization clicked in his mind at some point because he started laughing. “What? What is it!” I demand pulling on his arm.

Namjoon continues to laugh before planting a sloppy kiss on my forehead, “You know He once confessed how long he’s looked for a place to worship, and you my little goddess are bringing him to his knees.” He spoke cryptically. “I DON’T UNDERSTAND YOUR PHILOSOPHY JOON!” I whine loudly. My outburst causes the entire room to erupt in laughter.

I huff and start pouring myself shots, four shots later I find myself in the bathroom hovering over the toilet. I whine as my stomach turns and twists. I struggle to hold my hair back as I finally throw up. It only lasts a minute before I pull myself up, My hair everywhere but still thankfully clean. I turn and flush the toilet but I catch the figure of someone standing in the doorway of the bathroom. My eyes widened as Jungkook stood there in shock.

“How long have you been standing there?” I question meekly with a grimace, not really wanting to hear his answer. “Longer than you’d like.” He muses before stepping in and closing the door behind him. Jungkook pulls out a rag and runs it under hot water before squatting down beside me. He brushes a few strands of hair out of my face before gently wiping around my mouth.

“You know if it wasn't totally unethical, I would totally blackmail you with this,” He teases with a small smile. “Because you're a shining beacon of ethics aren’t you?” I mumble sarcastically. Jungkook doesn’t get to answer before my stomach turns again and I’m bending back over the toilet. This time Jungkook is holding my hair and pulling it back for me as I continue to puke my guts out.

This time after I pull back my stomach feels better, less upset than the last time. I relax when the pain subdues, Jungkook flushes the toilet before wiping my face off again. “Thanks,” I mumble sluggishly, “Are you feeling a bit better?” He questions. I nod my head, “Come on, let's get you cleaned up and into a bed,” He chuckles. I nod my head as Jungkook is lifting me up to my feet, he folds down the top of the toilet before guiding me down to sit on it.

He bends back down and digs out a blue toothbrush, he then quickly runs it under water and adds toothpaste before handing it to me. As I brush my teeth a knock comes from the door, “(Y/n)? Baby girl? Are you okay in there?” Namjoon’s voice calls out from behind the door. “NAM-BOOM” I whine with a toothpaste filled mouth. Jungkook opens the door and Namjoon steps in, he shoots Jungkook a curious look before glancing at me.

“Walked in on her throwing up. I held her hair up for her and I was trying to get her cleaned up before I put her into one of the beds.” Jungkook summarizes. I nodded my head along with him and held my hands out for Joon. I made grabby hands at him, desperately wanting to hug him. Namjoon chuckles at me, “Alright Baby girl I get it. Why don’t you let kookie get you to bed hmm?” He smiles. “Want hug!” I demand, “Kookie can give you hugs, I’m going to go back down stairs okay?” He smiles softly as he eases himself out of the room. I whine loudly not wanting him to go.

I pout when the door finally closes, Jungkook lets out a long sigh before taking me by my hands and lifting me off the toilet seat and over to the sink. I spit out the toothpaste and rinse my mouth. Jungkook uses his sleeve to wipe my mouth. “I want Namjoon,” I mumble sleepy, “I know,” He answers. “Please?” I beg, “Not right now okay? I’ll get him when you get to bed.” He promises. “But...Namjoon, he promised.” I whimper, my chest tightens and my shoulders grow heavy as my eyes water. Giant globs of tears are rolling down my cheeks.

“HEY! HEY! IT’S OKAY! NAMJOON IS RIGHT DOWN STAIRS!” Jungkook panics. “I want Namjoon!” I blubber out as my throat opens and closes tightly. “I know, I know,” He tries to sooth. “NAMJOON!” I scream before becoming a sobbing mess. “Baby! Baby look at me,” Jungkook demands cupping my cheeks with his hands to get and keep my attention. “It’s going to be okay, because when Namjoon isn’t here to take care of you I will, okay?” He questions, I stiffly nod my head as my crying slows down to hiccups.

Jungkook lets out a small sigh of relief as my sobbing stops, but My lip still trembles. Jungkook huffs before pulling me into a hug, I wrap my arms around him in sloppy fashion. I nuzzle myself into his warm body, instantly getting cozy with his cologne and heat. “Alright baby, bedtime.” He mumbles, “I don’t wanna,” I grumble. “Well you gotta.” He resorts, “Can’t make me,” I shot back.

“But I can,” He smirks, I don’t get to fire back before he’s reaching under me and scooping me up. I screech at the attraction as he opens the door and carries me down the hallway. He carries me into the first bedroom, flops me down on the bed. I squeal out a giggle as I land and bounce on the bed. “AGAIN!” I squeal, holding my hands out for him. “No ma’am, it’s bedtime.” He chuckles, I pout “M'not sleepy,” I mumble. “Then how about you just lay in bed until you are hmm?” He questions. I shook my head, “Don’t wanna, I wanna see Joonie.” I smile before sitting up and push myself to the edge of the bed. I don’t get past standing up before Jungkook has an arm hooking around my waste and tosses me back on the bed. “I said no, now listen.” He spoke sternly.

“You're not my dad, I killed him.” I babble, Jungkook is silenced for a minute. “Do you want me to go get Namjoon then? He’ll be angry you're not listening.” He threatens and crosses his arm. I shrink down and look away, “No, I’ll be good.” I mumble crawling further into the bed and into the blankets. I sulk as I turn and face away from him, Jungkook lets out a long sigh before walking over to the other side of the bed to face me. I grumble and turn over again. “Baby, come on.” He whispers, I don’t answer him and continue the silent treatment.

Until I felt the dip and seconds after an arm wrap around me and pull me back into a chest. “M'sorry,” He whispers, I glance at him still not speaking a word. “I’m sorry,” He repeats more clearly and presses a kiss to my shoulder. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He chants pressing kisses everywhere he can with each sorry. A reluctant giggle slips through my lips at the actions, I turn and wrap my arm around him before snuggling into him. I take advantage of the warmth and soak up as much as I can.

I feel my eyes droop and sleep make an appearance. Jungkook’s voice says something but I don’t process the words as I slip into sleep.

I wake up with a pounding headache, I groan as light scorns me. Rolling over I’m met with a warm wall, a quick glance up I see the messy hair of Namjoon. Disregarding the fact that he’s in the same bed as me I bury my head into the first nook I find to get away from the light.

“Baby,” Namjoon rasps, I hum in acknowledgement but refuse to uncover my face. “Come on, up.” He mumbles pushing my shoulder, I moan in protest. “Come on Baby girl, we gotta get heading home soon.” He grunts pushing onto my back. I hiss as the light smacks me in the face. I roll back over only this time away from Namjoon, “You know, I bet Jin is cooking breakfast.” He muses.

I turn to look at Namjoon, silently judging if he is lying or not. I can’t tell sadly, so I decide to take the risk and get up anyway. Namjoon laughs as I pull myself out of bed, “Just be glad I’m not sending Jungkook in here after you.” He teases. I felt my nerves spike and on reflex I grab the closest thing, a pillow, and chuck it at his head.

While Namjoon continues to have his laugh I exit the room and walk to the bathroom where I clean the remains of my makeup off. After I finish cleaning myself up I wander down the stairs and, by some grace of god, find Seokjin humming away as he cooks in the kitchen. Upon entering I met with the sky smirk of Taehyung. “There she is! I was afraid you’d throw up more this morning.” He teases.

I send him a seething look as Yoongi sips his coffee, but I can see the small smirk itched onto his lips. “Don’t you have some poor soul to torment Greed?” I snap, Taehyung sends me a boyish smile and leans his head onto his hand. “Not until 12 darling.” He chimes.

“Don’t mind him darling, he’s just feeling a bit more provocative this morning.” Jimin scoffs as he enters the room. He presses a kiss to my cheek as he passes but lands a light slap to the back of Taehyung’s head when he moves over to sit at the table.

“Don’t start simping for her now Jimin, I’ve trained her well enough that she won’t fall for your pretty words.” Namjoon calls as he enters the room. Jimin’s pretty lips form a small pout, “Cold of you to assume I would stoop so low.” He snips.

“There is no such thing as too low when it comes to you chim,” Hoseok chimes from his place at the table. Jimin rolls his eyes and continues to make himself tea. Namjoon pats my head before moving past me to the coffee maker, Namjoon filles two cups before putting in cream and sugar.

Namjoon passes me a cup before he too places himself at the table. I follow his lead and sit myself between Jimin and Taehyung. From the table I watch Jungkook stumble into the room with a dazed look and messy bed hair. He yawns and digs a hand up his sweatshirt to scratch his chest.

“You look like you’ve been run over.” Jin comments with a laugh, “I didn’t know I look like you when I roll out of bed.” Jungkook mumbles. I choke on my drink as the comment comes out of Jungkook’s mouth. Jimin pats my back worriedly as I watch Jin wave a spatula in Jungkook’s face as he scolds on how to respect his elders and that he himself is in fact very handsome.

“So I heard that you little goddess are planning to build your own car? Do you have any idea what model you want?” Yoongi smirks, I shrug glancing down at my coffee. “Maybe something the same year as Namjoon.” mumble, “I think it would be easier on me since I already know how to drive a car like Monster.” I continue.

Yoongi nods in agreement, “Well, if she wants something like Namjoon I’m sure you two can figure it out. But if you want something fast and exotic come on over to me.” Hoseok grins with a wink.

“How about a Monte Carlo? The 1972 Monte Carlo is pretty on par with the 1970 challenger,” yoongi suggests. I glance over to Namjoon and see him nodding along with him. “I think we can get our hands on an old Monte Carlo.” He smirks, “Would I get to pick the color?” I question. “I don’t see why you wouldn’t, Hell I’m sure if you wanted Yoongi could paint your bike the same color.” Namjoon shrugs.

“Wait (y/n) is getting a bike!” Taehyung yelps to his mentor, “You really think I’d let her drive around that piece of crap she came with?” Yoongi scoffs. “I want a bike too!” Taehyung groans, “You don’t even know how to drive one.” Jungkook points out. “(y/n) can teach me,” Tae smirks.

My eyes widened at his declaration, “Hold on!” I wave. “I didn’t agree to anything.” I address, “If Tae is getting taught, I want to, too!” Jimin speaks up. “Bullshit, I want her to teach me!” Jungkook argues. I groan and let my head fall against the table. “Don’t worry baby girl, you have plenty of time to teach them all.” Namjoon laughs. I shoot him a nasty glare, but he returns my unspoken insult with a smug smile.

Jin intervenes by setting down plate after plate of food. I thank him quickly before stuffing my face. “At least someone knows how to show appreciation,” Jin sighs dramatically. The six other men roll their eyes before they sooth his ego by thanking him.

After breakfast Namjoon and the older men clean it up. While I and the youngest take to cleaning up the house. When everyone was finished we said our goodbyes before we all loaded up into our cars. The drive home was long since we traveled the long way back to the garage to avoid any cops, who flooded the streets after last night’s incident.

Getting home felt like a splash of cold water, I glance at Namjoon as he turns on all the lights. “This is home now,” I whisper, “Don’t kid yourself baby girl. This has always been home.” Namjoon snips with a smug smile. My laugh bounces off the walls of the living room, “Yeah, I guess you're right,” I grin.

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Hey TAJ!

I’ve been loving the increased activity on your blog these days! I hope you don’t mind me asking a recycled question that I’ve seen other blogs being asked recently. What is one thing you love about each member and one constructive criticism that you would give? I really like hearing other people’s thoughts on the members’ personality traits. 🤗

LOL you can thank the anons that are literally flooding my inbox. I’m just picking things at random to answer at this point because there’s no way I’m catching up.

A different kind of question! Let’s see:

SEOKJIN He’s attentive, he’s a great hyung, he has no ego for someone who’s the oldest. He possesses a beautiful sense of empathy that can sometimes get lost in people who come from a well-to-do background. However, despite appearances, he lacks confidence where it actually matters. Yes, he’s beautiful and an excellent gamer; he’s funny and a charming host. But when it comes to his abilities as a singer and performer, he’ll find a way to be self-deprecating.

YOONGI He’s an excellent all-rounder, sharp-tongued, and witty. He’s brutally honest in a society that still doesn’t quite value it. He’s so full of warmth despite his predilection for a stoic front. He’s a great hyung, but his brutal honesty can sometimes lean into insensitivity. I don’t think he means to be mean-spirited about it, but some things in life require a soft hand.

HOSEOK Extremely underrated and versatile artist. It makes sense that he’s considered the second-in-command because he has so much discipline and desire for efficiency. I love that he embraces his sunny and dark side, and how he dotes on the maknae line. His perfectionism is to be lauded from a professional standpoint, but it’s equally his own worst enemy. He seems to have good control over it, but I’ve seen that type of perfectionism splinter relationships or become the catalyst for a complex.

NAMJOON Gifted in every possible way, especially his command of Korean and English in practical and creative ways; he’s a talented wordsmith and arguably untouchable in that sense. He’s introspective and great at expressing himself clearly. He’s an incredible leader, and BTS bias aside, I do think his brand of leadership is unparalleled amongst his peers. One thing that I’ve noticed with him, however, is that he seems to get really frustrated easily but will harness it until he implodes.

JIMIN Maturity beyond his years, he’s kind and is willing to give pieces of himself to others who need him. He’s very considerate of others and an overall delightful human being full of vulnerability, and I love that he’s managed to overcome a lot of demons in order to embrace himself better. My criticism for him is that he seems to rely a lot on BTS as a unit and preserving this idea of staying together forever, and I think his level of attachment can be really devastating when the reality of it sets in later that nothing lasts forever. Not that he would ever lose touch with the members, but Jimin sometimes gives the impression that he thinks he’s nothing without BTS, which is false.

TAEHYUNG My eccentric alien, and it’s what I love the most about him and what gives him an edge. I love that his personality is dynamic and that he’s confident in himself, that he knows how to prioritize himself and his needs, enforces boundaries when he has to. I would go so far as to say that Taehyung, next to Yoongi, is one of the main protectors of BTS. My critique might sound like a cop out to some, but he’s genuinely the hardest to read. Sure, in his profession, those walls keep people you don’t want out, but it also makes it hard for me (as a fan) to connect with him beyond anything superficial. Not that he owes that to me or anyone.

JUNGKOOK My favorite thing about him is how open he is to his environment; he’s a sponge. Everything that he is frequently praised for is indisputable, and he’s still young. He’s truly an impressive human, and what I love even more is how his appearance belies his true personality. It’s so endearing. The one thing I’d criticize, which is both counterintuitive and likely an unpopular thing to say, is that he’s too open with ARMY. Of all the members, he’s cultivated a very strong parasocial relationship with his fans, which I’ve thought for a while to be a little bit… unhealthy. I understand that he’s trying to give as much as he gets, but I do think he gets carried away at times.

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Whew, this took me a while, and I definitely started glazing over about halfway through. Thanks for the ask!

#TAJ asks #shanshancaynes #bts #ot7

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coldplay x bts – my universe documentary

#bts #btsgif #btsedit #dailybts #dailybangtan #mine.gif #bts.gif #trackofthesoul #annietrack #tuserjay #loverjimin #i love them :((((#also i like this set which is why i am tagging so many people #the namjoon gif was my enemy for this set

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Our little love - mafia/soft Yandere au OT7 Drabble

So I might’ve started this with a little angst and really soft hints of yandere behaviour however I think I might do a part two for this with a little bit more yandere and jealousy vibes (I got ideas okay, just needed a starting point)

“Tell me why I shouldn’t put a bullet in your head little love?” Even with the gun pressed firmly against your head, the cold of the barrel threatening to do as he said, you know Yoongi won’t do it, even if you deserved it.

All seven of them stand around you, no matter which way you face you’re met with the disappointment and the consequence of your betrayal in their eyes, but you refuse to look down in shame, you deserved to feel the guilt that pumped in your veins.

“He asked you a question Y/n,” Jin doesn’t have the smile he reserves for you on his face, all their demenor’s are cold, and you are the reason why.

“You love me,” you whisper, looking Yoongi dead in the face with no fear.

“I thought you loved us too,” Namjoon steps forward, breaking the circle around you, coming close to stand next to Yoongi. He has his hands in the pockets of his black blazer, silver hair pushed back.

“Was it all a lie?” if a voice could break you it would always be Jungkook’s, he was the one it took the longest to become close to, and when you had you could see the softness in his eyes despite his career. Of course he would sound the most hurt, he trusted you the most.

Yoongi, with his unfaltering gun, was the other member of their team that took you almost as long as Jungkook to get close to. While Jungkook was just shy, Yoongi didn’t trust anyone, he pushed people away, hurt them to keep them far, you learnt that the hard way. While his eyes looked like they held no emotion in this moment, you knew better, he had shown you his soul, you could see behind the barrier of his expression.

You took his wrist into your hand and pressed the gun harder against you.

“You should shoot me,” it would be better to be dead than live without them, they would never forgive you for what you’d done. The betrayal cut too deep, these wounds wouldn’t heal.

Yoongi scoffs, but you don’t let his wrist go.

“I told you all she shouldn’t be trusted,” he says to the others. “Why would a girl like her fall for men like us?”

You can feel the pain in his words, because above all else, no matter what he says, Yoongi just wants to be loved. They all do, that’s why it was almost too easy.

“Well now we know, don’t we babe?”

“That wasn’t my intention,” you swallow the sob that threatens to rise in your throat, you hate seeing him like this, you hate that you’re the reason why they’re hurt. Every time they came home with a bullet, or a cut or wound, it would kill you inside and you realised then you were compromised.

“No your intention was to infiltrate our defenses and rat us out,” Jimin’s the one to chime in, standing next to Tae who looks at you like you’re dead to him.

“Detective L/n, did you really think we’d never find out?”

You look to your side to make sure Jimin could see the honesty in your eyes.

“It wasn’t my intention to fall for you,” you sound like you’re choking with the way you’re holding back tears, but you don’t want to cry in front of them, it would feel like giving up.

You were assigned to go undercover to infiltrate the uprising gang called BTS, they climbed the heirarchy of organised crime too quickly, too dangerously, something had to be done. You went in with every intention set to take them down until you got to know them, love them, and you knew then you couldn’t do your job. The internal battle to do what was right but felt wrong and what was wrong but felt so right was causing all your morals to be questioned.

Tae scoffs at you now, not believing a word from your mouth.

“I don’t think we should kill her Hyung,” he says to Yoongi, “she needs to feel her betrayal, it would be too easy to escape us with death.”

Namjoon hums in agreement. The cold of the gun leaves your skin and you almost feel unsteady without it. Yoongi doesn’t look at you anymore now that it’s not there, instead he takes your wrist as you previously had, and they walk you to the car. You don’t fight, or talk, or argue, or ask what they wanted to do to you.

The boys had trusted you infinitely, while others had agendas and seeked their downfall they knew you were the only one that wouldn’t betray them, how wrong they were. For your safety they kept an eye on you, when you went out one of them would follow to ensure their little love didnt get into trouble or worse, get hurt. Imagine their surprise when you walked into the police station.

You didn’t tell them you went in to hand in your notice, unable to continue with this lie, it didn’t matter, the damage was done, anything you said would be meaningless.

Your sat inbetween Jungkook and Hoseok, who still hadn’t uttered a word to you, but you could see him restraining his hurt and anger. Jin was in the drivers seat with Yoongi beside him. The others must’ve taken the other car, you don’t really acknowledge it you’re too deep in your own thoughts.

You don’t come up for air until you feel a hand soft on yours in your lap, Jungkook doesn’t look at you, just at how he’s stroking the back of your hand with his thumb comfortingly. You don’t mean for your heart to swell in your chest, pushing the tears up and out.

Jin and Yoongi don’t miss the way your bottom lip trembles in the rear view mirror, the small sniffles or the tears glistening down your face that you wipe away quickly with your other hand. Hobi puts his arm around you, still looking out the window as if you’re not there, but his actions show what they all know in their hearts; they still loved you.

“Why are you crying baby girl you’re not the one with the knife in your back,” Hobi mumbles. They think you’re scared of what they’re going to do with you now they know, but that couldn’t be further from your mind. They want to reassure you, but the words are stuck in their throats.

“You need to be punished darling, otherwise you won’t learn,” Jin can see you nodding to his words in the mirror in acceptance.

“I know.”

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You expected them to put you in the cellar where they tortured their enemies, you don’t even realise you’re in the living room until you’re placed on the couch. You don’t look up until Namjoon is standing in front of you.

He traces his finger from the edge of your jaw to your chin, your eyes big on him from his soft touch. The calm should scare you, but the only anxiety you have is over whether you should hope for another chance or whether they’ll throw you onto the street when they’re done.

When a tear hits Namjoon’s hands he frowns, they didn’t expect this from you when they confronted you with what they uncovered. They expected you to reveal another face, the true colours beneath the girl they all fell hard for, kick and scream and throw insults their way over the life they had, how awful they were, how they didn’t deserve to be loved. But you kept quiet, eerily quiet, and they didn’t know what to think anymore.

Letting you leave was out of the question, whether you wanted to stay or not. Not because they were concerned that you had seen too much, they didn’t care, they couldn’t imagine their lives without you anymore. The trust might’ve faded, but their love for you was real. Yoongi might’ve created a farce with the gun to your head but it was done to see your reaction, the truth behind the last 6 months of your relationship.

They expected you to beg for your life like every other person at their mercy, but you always defied their expectations.

“You’re so quiet my love,” Namjoon says to you. “Nothing you want to say to defend yourself?”

You shake your head, no there was nothing you want to say or explain.

“Then you take your punishment without complaint?”

You nod without hesitation.

Namjoon releases a deep breath, building the nerve to do what they knew would reveal whether your feelings for then were real or a lie you fabricated for your job. But he wasn’t one to easily be vulnerable, especially not after the blow that they faced today.

Jimin can sense it, the words on their leader’s lip, and he decides to take over. Namjoon steps aside as Jimin kneels on the floor in front of you. He takes your hands that are fidgeting on your lap and place them by your side on the seat, resting the weight of his head there instead.

He hugs your lap with so much love you can’t mistake it for an illusion, he rubs his head into you as much as he can.

“Stay with us,” if his actions weren’t a shock to your system enough, his words pushed you over the edge. You look into each of their eyes and the vulnerability you had learned to recognise was there begging you to want to stay.

“But I...” you don’t know what you want to say, the beating of your own heart was overwhelming in your chest. “I- I hurt you all so much.”

Yoongi hums in agreement, stepping forward to stroke your hair back, the hurt was still there they couldn’t lie to you, but losing you would be worse.

“Do you love us?” Jungkook asks taking a seat beside you, Taehyung sits by your other side. Jimin rubs little circles into your thigh while they wait for your answer.

“So much,” you confess. “I couldn’t do it, I- I”

Your words break off in a sob, as Tae takes your hand in his and presses a kiss to the back of it, a weight lifted off his chest. Jungkook pulls you into him, arms wraps around you as you let out your cries and the man in your lap places little kisses on the expanse of your thighs. You feel overwhelmed with the love theyre displaying when you were expecting their hate.

“But I dont understand,” you cry, “why aren’t you all angry, why aren’t you yelling at me?”

“We love you too,” Jin smiles the way he only reserves for you, and you feel thankful for it.

“It doesn’t matter how you got to us dove,” Hobi comes to kneel beside Jimin, wanting to be close to you too. “If it weren’t for your job you wouldn’t have met us.”

“I don’t know about that Hobi,” Namjoon chuckles. “You were meant for us my love, we would have found you one way or another.”

“We forgive you,” Jungkook kisses your hair. “Just don’t leave us.”

“We wouldn’t let you go even if you tried,” Tae voice rumbles in, leaning his face against your neck while the youngest holds you, still latched to your hand.

“You’re ours,” Jimin’s muffled voice comes from your lap, he’s pressed his face into you.

They would never let you go, and you don’t want them to. You thought all they wanted was love, but now you think you’ve reflected your own desire into them, they just wanted you.

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