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sfb123 · 3 years

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The Final Goodbye - Chapter 4 (Finale)

Book: The Royal Romance, Book 2

Pairing: Liam x Riley

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Description: In a slight canon divergence from book 2, Riley reaches her breaking point with the engagement tour and decides to restart her life when the court gets to NYC. Can the rest of the group clear her name, and convince her to come back before it’s too late?

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Rating: PG (I think there are a few swear words in there, very angsty, but otherwise pretty mild)

Word Count: 2,525 (sorry, this is like twice as long as the others, but it’s worth it, I promise!)

A/N: We’ve made it to the end of the story. I appreciate you all so much for indulging me in this. I guess, technically, this is my first completed series (I promise, I’ll get back to Sapere Aude and A Taste of Cordonia soon!), so that’s a pretty exciting milestone for me. I really hope that at the end of this, you consider it worth your time.

I gush way too much over her, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop, because I’m truly blessed that we stumbled upon each other, so shout out @jessiembruno for all of your help with this, and with everything. I may have in person friends I go for walks with, but you’re still at the top of my list.

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Maxwell, Drake, and Hana sat in silence on the couch in Riley’s hotel room, reflecting on the day’s events. Bertrand had told Maxwell that he found her, but nobody else had seen or heard from her since. They weren’t sure if she had seen Tariq’s statement, and were even less sure it would matter.

Hana broke the silence. “I can’t believe we did it.”

“I can’t believe Riley isn’t here. We should all be victory dancing right now.” Maxwell replied.

Drake patted Maxwell on the back. “She’ll be back, she has to be. There’s no way she went through all of this just to give up in the home stretch.”

There was a gentle knock at the door, all three of them jumped up in the hopes that it was Riley. Maxwell ran to answer it, revealing Liam on the other side. “Oh, Liam. Hey.” Maxwell stepped back, allowing Liam to enter.

Unable to contain his grin, Liam entered the room and approached the group. “I had a feeling you all would come here. I came to see you as soon as I could.” He looked around, noticing that Riley wasn’t with them he turned back to Maxwell and noticed his nervous expression. “Where is the woman of the hour? I wanted to personally offer my congratulations.” His face fell as he noticed his friends fidgeting, unable to make eye contact with him. Even without his years of training, he was easily able to read the tone of the room. He knew something was wrong.

“Liam...why don’t you sit down for a minute.” Drake placed a hand on his shoulder and attempted to guide him toward the couch. Liam shrugged him off.

“No thank you Drake, I came to see Riley. If she’s not here, just tell me where she is and I will go to her.”

“We ah...we don’t know.” Drake awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, unable to meet Liam’s gaze. “This morning, after you left, Maxwell and I came to check on her and she wasn’t here. It looks like she never came back to the hotel last night.”

Liam felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. He took a moment to compose himself, looking around the room at the sad faces of his friends. “She...she’s gone?” His voice barely above a whisper as he took a seat, afraid his legs were going to give out. “But you found Tariq, it’s over. Her name has been cleared. We finally have our chance to…” He dropped his head, cradling it in his hands. Hana sat beside him and wrapped a comforting arm around his shoulders. Drake and Maxwell looked at each other. Nobody knew what the next move was.

Liam sat in silence, his mind reeling with countless thoughts. All of the things he should have said, should have done. From the coronation, where he should have called her name, despite everything; to the previous night when he should have run after her the second she stepped off that stage. Maybe if he had gotten to her, he could have convinced her to stay just a little longer. He was so focused on retracing his mistakes over the last several weeks, that he did not hear the sound of a throat clearing at the door. It did get the attention of everyone else in the room, however. Their heads all snapped over to see Riley leaning against the doorframe, an awkward smile spread across her face. “Hey guys, what did I miss?”

The sound of her voice broke him from his thoughts. He looked up, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. Watching as she addressed the room, he took note that she was not meeting his eyes. He was preparing himself for the heartbreak that was about to come. She was only here to get her things, he was sure of it.

“Riley! You came back!” Maxwell ran to her full speed, pulling her into a hug so aggressive that her feet lifted off the ground. Once she was standing again, he pulled away and took her hand, rushing her toward the group. “What happened? We were afraid you were gone forever.”

There was an apprehension in Riley’s face that they hadn’t seen since the early days of the social season as her eyes scanned the room. She was trying to collect her thoughts and explain herself without letting it all explode out of her at once. As her eyes traveled in Liam’s direction, she moved her attention to the floor. She was sure he was upset with her, and if she saw any kind of sadness or disappointment in his face, she knew she would completely lose it. She focused her attention back on Maxwell, “You thought I was gone, and you still went through all of that trouble to go get Tariq and get him to make a statement?”

“Of course we did. You’re our friend, and we promised to help you.” Maxwell replied.

Riley took a shaky breath, trying to keep a handle on all of the emotions rushing through her at that moment. “I gave up on myself, and you guys kept fighting. I don’t think I will ever be able to thank you for that.”

She approached her friends individually, hugging them and speaking softly to each. Liam’s heart raced as he watched her move closer and closer to him, afraid for what that moment would bring. As Riley and Hana separated, Liam stood from his spot on the couch, taking a deep breath, preparing himself for what was about to come. For the first time since she had arrived, Riley and Liam locked eyes.

“Hi.” It was barely audible, but it was all Riley was able to choke out at that moment.

“Hello Riley.”

Tension filled the room as Liam and Riley stared into each other's eyes, each afraid to start the conversation. Drake, Maxwell, and Hana looked at eachother. “Alright, we’re going to take off. Brooks, good to have you back. We’ll see you in the morning.”

Drake and Hana walked toward the door, while Maxwell approached Riley. “Celebratory field trip to Coney Island tomorrow, Little Blossom. It’s going to be great!”

“MAXWELL!” He jumped at the sound of Drake’s voice, and rushed out of the room. Shutting the door behind him.

Liam decided to make the first move, he motioned toward the couch, “Would you like to sit?” Riley nodded and sat on the couch, turning her body so she was facing Liam, he did the same. “So...you left.” Riley nodded again, still struggling to speak. Liam needed to get the question out there, if this was going to be it, he needed to know now. “Do you...does that mean...have you changed your mind? About us?”

Riley’s eyes went wide, she wasn’t sure what to expect when they spoke, but she was not prepared to hear Liam question her love for him. “Liam, no! This wasn’t about us, about you even. It was about me.”

He reached for her hands as he took a brief sigh of relief. “Then talk to me Riley, what happened? Why did you leave?”

“It was just becoming too much, we were at that UN thing last night, another night where I had to watch her on your arm. She had sent me earlier in the day to pick up her wedding ring. I guess that was kind of like a reality check for me, that the wedding was coming. Time was running out. You’re supposed to be getting married in less than a week. Finding Tariq was starting to feel impossible. I was going to have to go back to Cordonia and watch you marry her. I know I told you that I would want to be in your life regardless, but as we got closer to a reality where I was going to have to live as your secret, I realized that I couldn’t do it. I can’t live my life like that, in a country where I have been ostracized, just to have little glimpses of a life with you. I love you more than anything, but I couldn’t live the rest of my life like that. I figured, since we’re already in New York, it would be easier to just break away now and try to restart.”

“Why didn’t you talk to me? Tell me you were feeling this way, we could have talked through it together. You just disappeared.” He brought a hand to her cheek, brushing away the tears that had fallen as she was speaking.

“I couldn’t tell you, I wouldn’t have been able to follow through with it if I did. You would have looked at me with those eyes, and said all those beautiful words that make me all mushy inside and I would have agreed to anything you said.”

The tears Liam had been trying to hold back slowly began to break free with her confession. He never wanted her to feel forced into anything, especially not by him. This whole thing had been his fault. She didn’t feel like she could be open with him, or she felt like when she was, he would railroad her into choosing his wants and needs above her own. That was never the life he wanted for either of them. “Riley, I am so sorry. The last thing I ever want is for you to feel like you can’t talk to me. I know that it has been...difficult for us to find moments to truly connect, but I had hoped that in those moments, we were being the best versions of ourselves. I had no idea I was so far off.”

“Liam, remember during the social season, all of the times where we would sneak away, or you’d spend an extra couple of minutes with me? You would always tell me how you were being unfair to the other suitors, and you were breaking the rules.” He nodded, a small smile playing across his face at the memories of their time together. “Your feelings for me were making you do things that you never would have done before. That’s what this engagement tour has been for me. I made a promise to myself a long time ago that I would never be ‘the other woman’, I would never come in between someone else’s relationship…”

“But you were never…”

She put a hand up to stop him from finishing his sentence. “...I was never the other woman, because your heart belongs to me. I know, that was your way of rationalizing it, and I love you so much that I started seeing it that way too. I would make excuses, that it was only temporary until we found Tariq, that Madeline had told you it would be ok. And I know she did, but I shouldn't have been ok with it. I compromised who I was, who I have been my whole life, because of my feelings for you. That’s not ok.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “Liam, I want to be with you, more than anything, but not if you’re married to someone else. I deserve to be the only woman in your life, and on your arm, for show or otherwise. If you can’t give me that, I need to walk away.”

“Riley, my feelings for you have never changed, nor have my intentions. Now that the scandal is behind you, we can look forward to a future together, just the two of us. There are a few arrangements that need to be made, some conversations that I will need to have, but I need you to understand that everything is going to change from here. Our moment is right around the corner, if you can just stick with me a little longer.”

There was a rawness and vulnerability in his eyes that caused Riley to completely break down. As she began sobbing, Liam pulled her to her chest, his own tears falling freely. They sat there for several moments, purging the emotions they had been working so hard to hold back.

When they pulled away, Liam held Riley’s face in his hands staring deeply, desperately into her eyes. “Please Riley, just bear with me until the court leaves New York. If you are not satisfied with where things stand at that time, I will completely understand and support your decision to stay here.”

Riley blinked away the last of her tears as she considered Liam’s proposition. She slowly nodded her head, which was still being cradled in Liam’s hands. “Ok.”

He could barely hear the words escape her lips, but it was all he needed. Liam kissed the tear stains on each of her cheeks before placing a tender, lingering kiss on her lips. “I love you Riley, I love you so much. I promise, we’re going to get our forever.”

Riley wrapped her arms around Liam’s neck and pulled him into a tight embrace. He brought his arms around her, gently rubbing her back. “I love you too, Liam.” They sat in each other's arms, each comforting the other without saying a word.

“I should head to my room and try to get some sleep.” Liam broke the silence, standing and extending his hand to Riley. “Walk me to the door?”

She nodded, taking his hand and standing, leading him to the door. “You could stay here if you wanted.” She looked at him coyly.

“Riley my love, there is nothing I want more right now, but I can’t do that to you.” He brought her hand to his lips. “You’re right, you deserve to be the only woman in my life, and I am still technically engaged to Madeleine. I heard everything you said, and if anything more we’re to happen tonight, it wouldn’t be fair to you. To either of us. Just know that you will be the only thing on my mind until we are together again.” He leaned down, kissing her deeply, as he wrapped his free hand around her waist.

“Will you at least come with us to Coney Island tomorrow?” She asked hopefully.

“Only if you promise to ride with me on the Ferris wheel.”

She smiled, and Liam felt his heart skip a beat at the sight. It was at that moment that he knew they were going to be ok. “I think that can be arranged.”

He pulled her close for one last lingering hug. “Then I will be counting down the seconds.” He pulled away, kissing her on the cheek. “Goodnight, Riley.”

“Goodnight Liam.”

They shared a final smile before Liam exited the room, shutting the door behind him. Riley changed into her pajamas and got into bed. That night, she slept better than she had during the entire tour. She knew there was still a lot that needed to be figured out, and that it would likely be an uphill battle, but she was one step closer to walking up that hill hand in hand with Liam, and that’s all she had ever wanted in the first place.

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bangtans-bubs · 3 years

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BTS Reaction #4: When you fight another female idol at MAMA’s

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a/n: Hey army! How have y’all been? Just an FYI, I MAY have gotten carried away with some of these, which is why they’re lengthier than others. THAT DOESN’T MEAN I DON’T LIKE THE MEMBERS EQUALLY, OKAY?! I’ve been a little caught up with school work, so my apologies if your requests are taking a while. Anyways, I’ve been working on a couple requests, so feel free to submit any ideas :)

warning: just the usual ‘wanna beat a bitch up’ vibe + a few dirty remarks

word count: 200 - 390 (per member)

*creds to gif owners

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> Kim Namjoon (RM)

He has always made sure to keep you controlled when you get angry to the point where you’ll start throwing hands. It’s either he asks you to breathe in and breath out, or his 6 feet figure will find its way in front of you and will take all your blows instead of the girl. The problem started when you spotted Namjoon’s ex making faces at you when you both were taking pictures together for the paparazzi. Namjoon had caught onto what had quickened your breathing and asked for you to calm damn. As much as you wanted to be the bigger person in this situation, you really couldn’t have her acting like every time she sees you two. So, once you had passed by the paparazzi, you walked straight towards her and Namjoon did try to latch onto your wrist, but you were too quick.

“Are you 5 years old or something?” You squinted your eyes as you questioned her, your chest still heaving from before. She let out a dry scoff before she began laughing. How does this bitch have the audacity to laugh after making faces those faces?

“Can’t believe I got under your skin, Y/n,” she retorted with a peak in her tone. Before she knew it, you had punched her right in her jaw, knocking her off her feet within seconds. Before you could throw more punches, Namjoon had dashed to your side and retained you, quickly taking you away from the messy scene. Once he brought you to a more private setting, he leant down to your eye level and huskily whispered, “I thought you were only frisky in bed, but you’re frisky during fights too now, huh?”

> Kim Seokjin

Jin was hosting the Mama’s Music Awards with Irene and when they were joking around, she made a snide remark about how he was dating someone that was in the music industry. Jin always had his way of putting people in their spot, and he did do that by saying, “Even if she was an idol, my eyes would still be on her. Don’t be jealous that you’re not her.”

The audience laughed at his nasty remark thinking he unintentionally insulted Irene, but only you, Irene and the other BTS members knew that comment was personal. After the show was done, you excused yourself from the BTS group and went your own way, trying to find Irene. Jin knew what your intentions were and asked for you to not physically fight her, but just say a few words that’ll be imprinted in her mind. Within seconds of splitting from the boys, you ran into Irene. Perfect. You thought she would speak in an un-provocative manner, but she was speaking as if she wanted to throw hands, so you did just that. After a minute or so, Jin and the others heard screams that sounded like someone was in pain. Jin and the others turned the corner to see Irene and you tangled up on the floor, your hands clawing at her face as she did the same. Jin wasn’t going to do anything, but he noticed how you had a bruise welling up on your right arm and quickly came to pry you out. Oh, how hard it was for him to not break into a fit of laughter after noticing how she was splayed across the floor like a rag doll. Since he’s a gentleman, he helped Irene up before he took you to his dressing room.

“How come you listen to me when I teach you about fighting, but when I tell you something in bed, you become rebellious, jagi?”

> Min Yoongi (Suga)

He has the nerve to sit back and relax after he pissed you off to the point where you wanted to drag that girl by her hair. He knows that you get a slight bit possessive when a girl gets handsy with him, especially when he doesn’t acknowledge it happening. What you thought was a fan of his was just another female idol. You weren’t going to do much about it, but she became very touchy within seconds and he had no idea what her intentions were. You glared at him in hopes of him taking it as a signal to move away from her, but he didn’t. He just smirked. That mother fucker is doing this on purpose, isn’t he? Your eyes never left his for what felt like an eternity, all while the girl was still feeling him up and she knew he was already dating someone. You walked towards the hungry lady and decided to pull Suga away from her, but she then hooked her arm around his and began arguing with you without knowing that you were his girlfriend. She was asking for a lot of your patience and you weren’t going to give her any. You just pried her arm away from his and pulled him towards the staircase, but she had the nerves to push you. You didn’t even throw hands yet, but your quick movements had caused her to flinch and topple over. You and Suga tried to hold in your laughter, but the way she had acted big only to end up falling caused both of you to break. Once the both of you were seated, he didn’t even think twice before he said, “I didn’t expect myself to become hot and bothered by you tonight, baby. Especially by that.”

> Jung Hoseok (J-Hope/Hobi)

He hates confrontations, even if he’s a bystander. He’d be surprised at first by your aggressiveness towards the girl, but then he’d remember that it was one of the reasons you had caught his attention. As much as he’d love to see the fight go down, he didn’t want to give you the chance of swinging or insulting the girl. Since he’s respectful, he’ll apologize to the girl on behalf of you, even if she’s the one at fault, and that enrages you every time. You were already fuming over the fact this girl spoke shit about BTS, but Hobi apologizing to her had caused you to shift your anger towards him. He had a steady hold around your arm, but you still managed to pull out of his grip and angrily brushed past him. He gave you a couple of minutes to cool down because he knows you’re mad to the point you’ll swing at anybody that tries to speak to you, especially him. He came up a few minutes later and said, “I know you’re mad at me, baby. You don’t have to say yes, but why don’t we go home and have a little fun of your own?”

> Park Jimin

The way you’d fire back at someone if they dare to speak bad on Jimin’s name always gave him a thrill. He won’t stop you unless he thinks you blew a gasket for no absolute reason. He also doesn’t bother to stop you from beating a bitch up if he hates her guts. In this case, the girl on the receiving end of your brawl was none other than Twice’s Jeongyeon. When you followed closely behind Jimin, past the beautiful Twice idols, you heard Jeongyeon mumble, “Disgusting,” under her breath. You stopped dead in your tracks and turned your attention towards her, untwining your hands from Jimin’s.

“Please. If you’re going to talk shit speak up.” Jimin saw how your relaxed face had molded to fit an angry expression and how intimidating your voice had gotten. He noticed how quickly your dominant attitude had turned him on, and that’s because he’s usually the dominant one in bed, so you barely get a chance to show this side. He snapped out of his thoughts when he saw a chunk of Jeongyeon’s black extensions fly past his face. He didn’t know how long he’d been lost in his train of dirty thoughts, but it was enough time for you to drag Jeongyeon to the ground before you began clawing at her. As the security guards rushed to pull Jeongyeon away from your death grip, Jimin pulled you into his embrace and had you locked into place. He excused both of you from the scene before he sat you down in your assigned seat. You noticed how he had a sly smirk splayed across his face, but before you can question him, he whispered, “I’m curious to find out if I can handle this heated side of you in bed.”

> Kim Taehyung (V)

He loves drama. He’d even take part in one if he hears his name come up once. For you, he’d just stay back and watch how his girl would rip someone badly if they ever did something with bad intentions. He felt more dominant when he sees your aggressive side because there’s no way he’d allow you to win an argument or fight against him. If you fought another person, he’d just rest back and watch what happens. He’s seen you blow a punch at a man, instantly knocking him out, so he doesn’t worry about you losing a fight. Another incident where he saw you throw hands at a female idol was at the MAMA’s show. You were minding your own business when someone came up to Taehyung and said, “Don’t be full of yourself just because you were ranked #1 as the most handsome Kpop idol.”

He was surprised at her words at first, but then began laughing because she was unaware of what she just started. You stepped in between her and Taehyung and were all up in her face.

“Repeat that.” When you noticed her hold her breath, you thought that was the end of that situation, but she provoked you by repeating her saying. To make it worse for herself, she annunciated the words ‘full of yourself’, almost standing on her tiptoes to reach your eye level. You let out a dry chuckle before you tried swinging, but Taehyung got in front of you, stopping you from fighting for the first time. When your eyes met his for a second, you noticed how dilated his dark brown pupils, but you were too concentrated on landing your blows. You tried to move around him to try to get the girl, but he kept moving with you. When he couldn’t restrain you for any longer, he just threw you over his shoulders and brought you to the nearest restroom. Thankfully, the women’s restroom was empty, so you were able to pace around like a mad man. You heard the click of the door locking and noticed how Taehyung’s fingers were playing with his belt buckle. He slowly made his way to you, not breaking his deep gaze at you. He glanced down at his crotch before he looked at you and gruffly whispered, “You have to fix this problem first, baby.”

> Jeon Jungkook

He’s the type to lay back and watch what unveils in front of him. If he thinks you’re going to make a blood bath, he’ll be quick to pull you away, unless he thinks the bitch deserves it. If that’s the case, then he’ll just be your own hype man and he’ll instruct you on how to swing and what move to pull. He’ll try his best to avoid any incident that would cause you to react this way, but he couldn’t do anything this time because the bitch you were referring to was his celebrity crush, IU. He didn’t think much of it when IU began running her hands over his muscular arms, but when he noticed you glaring at him, he was quick to push her away and politely told her that he’s uncomfortable. She still insisted on touching him, so you decided to give her a taste of her own medicine. When Jungkook saw you storm past the others towards IU, he quickly managed to get between you both, dragging you away to avoid an MMA fight at the MAMA’s show.

“As much as I wanted to see how that played out, I can’t afford to let you mess up that precious face for me, baby.”

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mycouchpullsoutbutidont · 3 years

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Need to write all this down because I just stared into space for a solid 30 min just dreaming about this scenario / potential fanart comic that I could draw of Ben x Devi (I’ve been obsessing over them for the past couple of days and it’s probably due to me not having good dick since god knows forever)

(Draft)

So the comic will start off with Devi being sort of upset and horny, reminiscing about her interaction with Paxton - maybe a really hot makeout sesh and they’re about to have sex - except last minute, Devi gets cold feet and it’s sexually frustrating for Paxton. So Devi is hella embarrassed and mad at herself for pulling back. She tries to initiate again, but Paxton is just like, “forget it, you’re not ready,” and Devi is like “no, I want it.” And Paxton pauses, looks at her, and shakes his head like “no, you’re not. It’s okay. I don’t want you to feel pressured to do something you’re not ready for.” Which Devi feels insulted by and is terribly sorry. Paxton just smiles and kisses her on the forehead and is like, “I think I should drop you off. It’s getting late.”

End daydream. Devi reels in secondhand embarrassment and is mad at herself for stopping. She vows not to do that again and, of course, in typical Devi fashion, she thinks to herself, “well, if we end up having sex the next time we makeout, I better do my due diligence and research into how to properly have sex.”

And what other way to learn about something than to study up on it?

She begins thinking about how she could do her research. She’s studied anatomy before and knows the basics - the testicles, the glans, urethra, sperm, prostate, yadda yadda. And she’s taken health class and sexual education on how to put on condoms (on bananas- nonetheless - San Fernando valley had pretty liberal sex ed).

But she’s never seen what sex looked like. Never heard it. Never smelled it. Never experienced it from afar or visually.

That’s when she thought of it - porn.

She goes to her room, opens up her laptop, and googles “porn.” Search results pop up, and she catches glimpse of some of the keywords.

“Perky oiled brunette shoves two cocks in both holes”

“Slut sucks slobbers on big veiny dick”

“Curvy sexy ebony rides and squirts before getting facial”

The ache in her groin gnawed even more and—did she just twitch down there? With her blood rushing to her cheeks and between her legs with each horny, perverted word that her eyes came across, her fingers tremble and her body - her breasts - feels like it’s tingling, aching and needing to be roughly handled.

Nervous and horny, she clicks on the first one: porn hub.

She enters a site of orange and black - a pop up window asks if she’s 18 or older. She hesitates, feeling dirty and corrupt. She clicks on enter.

Squares of images lined in a grid populate, organized by category. She skims the words - “Anal”, “BBW,”“Cumshot,” “Compilations”—the list went on and on.

One of the categories catches her eye: “Desi.”

It was both laughable and eye-opening to see that category. A category just for Indian women? She was both amazed and flattered, and for just a brief moment, she wondered if her ancestors could see her.

Her father, she thinks.

Oh god, why is she thinking of him all of a sudden.

Ashamed, she shakes her head, exits out of the window, and closes her laptop. A cool chill runs down her spine, calming her excitement, chilling the pulsating heat that had pooled between her legs. She’s embarrassed for thinking of her dead father and for even thinking of looking up porn. She’s ashamed and pushes her laptop away, now doubly frustrated at herself and for still being sexually pent up. She gets up to grab water in the kitchen, hoping the ice cold water will help temper her aching need.

The doorbell rings.

Devi’s ears perk, and she furrows her brows. Who could this be, she thinks, as she ran down the stairs, walking to the door to peep through the hole.

She gasps, “oh crap.”

It’s Ben!

“Shoot, I forgot!”

Ben was supposed to come over to work on a history project with her - and have dinner, she remembers, since she told her mom and her mom insisted.

“Ah, yes Ben! I remember that boy with the massive pimple on his face who cried in my office!” Devi smirks at Nalini’s comment but then remembers, dammit, why did her mom also want him for dinner?

She opens the door, deepens her frown, a blush creeping on her face as she locks her brown eyes with light blue ones.

“Sup, loser,” Ben says, and Devi almost loses her blush except he smirks, a twinkle in his eye, and a slightly lifted brow. Devi’s eyes trail down over his shirt which clings to his pecs and biceps, and she feels the blush coming back.

And then she notices his strong arms and hair and veins—

“Fuck you,” she says, rolling her eyes, quickly turning her back against him so he doesn’t see her blush harder.

Jeez, what’s wrong with her today? Devi thought (as well as Ben). Why was she so god damn horny?

“What’s your problem, David?” Ben asks. He looks around Devi’s living room. “Where’s your mom?”

Devi shrugs. “Probably at work with her coworkers. Mom’s trying to bring more fun and benefits to motivate them, she claims.”

“Ah, that explains it.” Ben is a little relieved since Devi’s mom was a tough one to please. But, he knew that Nalini had a soft spot for him. (Or, at least he had a 95% confidence level in that thought).

“Actually, kanna, I’m just finish up cooking dinner here with Kamala,” Nalini chimed.

Ben and Devi snapped their heads towards the direction of the kitchen where Nalini and Kamala were cleaning up.

“And if you had helped me like you should have done, you’d know that I was busy cooking up aloo gobi dosas before leaving for my work event later tonight.”

Ben sniffed deeply, the aroma of ghee and asafetida and cumin wafting in the air. How did Devi not notice her mom was cooking with the delicious smells dancing in her home?

“S-sorry mom, I forgot. I just have been feeling a bit out of it today,” Devi replies sheepishly. “Kind of feel hot.” Which was true. Something was terribly wrong with her today for some reason. It felt like there was this growing ache down in her groin that needed to be filled, and with each step she took, every friction against her clit would send shivers of pleasure all over her body.

Before Ben could react, Nalini immediately runs to Devi’s side and places the back of her hand on Devi’s forehead.

“Hm,” Nalini scrunches her brows. “I don’t feel a fever, but you do have a slight blush. Devi, if you’re feeling sick, please don’t get us all sick and go to your room. You should’ve told us and Ben earl—“

“I’m not sick!” Devi blurts, shaking her head. Nalini is taken aback.

“I- I guess,” Devi lowers her voice, trying to come up with an excuse for why she was dickstracted—er, distracted.

“I feel burnt out from studying for AP physics and AP calculus this week,” Devi lies.

“Amateur,” Ben scoffs, smirking. He looks at Devi who snaps to look, looking both mad and flustered, her cheeks tinted slightly redder than normal. It was enough to wipe the smirk off his face. Was she okay?

“I’m not letting you show me up, you jerk!”

Yeah, she was okay, he thought.

“Devi!” Nalini’s jaw fell and she looked like she was about to chew Devi’s face off which terrified Ben.

“N-no, sorry Ms Vishwakumar, that was totally my fault and uncalled for,” Ben cuts in. He looks at Devi who still looks mad at him (but less so, maybe a bit of relief).

“Would it be all right if we study first and then eat dinner?” Ben asks, not sure whether to direct the question to Nalini or Devi first.

“Dinner will get cold,” Nalini warns. “But, I must leave now, so you two can do what you will and whatever regarding dinner.” As she runs towards the door and grabs the keys, Nalini whips her head back and stares daggers at Devi.

“Devi, behave please,” she says through gritted teeth before shutting the door.

Devi sighs in relief and turns to Ben.

“So,” she says, heading towards the stairs. “Let’s get moving. We don’t have much time before dinner gets cold and it’s bedtime.”

Ben nods, walking behind under her. He looks up - damn she has a nice ass - curvy and round. He notices she is wearing a pretty short skirt, and—was that…

Ben blinks twice in disbelief, looking away before looking again. It was no doubt what it was—sticky wet lubricant-like liquid. Running down her inner thigh. Or maybe that’s sweat, he told himself.

Ben blushes. Wow, he felt like such a pervert for staring up her skirt. That and they were going up to her room. To study. Yeah.

(But damn her butt, her curves)

As they enter her room, Ben immediately plops down on the floor, opens his bag quickly, pulls out his AP European history book and notebook, and opening them and flipping through pages (nervously?) and quietly.

“Dude, you’ve been eerily silent this entire time,” Devi torts, and she can’t blame him, can’t blame how nerve wracking it was to have your chiseled (wait shut up Devi) arch nemesis in her room - supposedly a safe haven - to study. Come to think of it, why did she let him in her room? She began to regret her decision, especially when she realized that her nervousness was also turning into heated excitement, her breasts were tingling with desire and even her clit—

“You said you wanted to hurry, so here I am, focused, David,” Ben snaps. He ignores the fact that she’s not wearing a bra and that her tank top isn’t enough to hide her hardened nipples.

(Her cleavage looked so inviting, he dare not stare too long at her tits)

“Actually, for once, you didn’t use your brain and suggest we work downstairs and eat dinner simultaneously instead,” Devi retorted. “Let me just grab my laptop and we can go back downstairs to study and eat dinner at the same time.”

“Don’t put the blame on me for your lack of brain usage,” Ben snapped back, rolling his eyes.

Devi throws a stuffed animal at his head, and he barely dodges it.

“Asshole,” she mutters as she gets on her knees and reaches over her mattress and duvet, grabbing her Macbook.

That’s when Ben saw her soaking wet panties.

Heat rushed from his head to his other head, his cock jumping.

Holy fuck, he thought, is she doing this on purpose? Why did she have to put her ass up like that? Was this intentional? This was a little too cliche, he thought, and porn-like. Girl wearing no bra and apparently soaking wet invites horny boy over to her room and puts her ass in the air while in bed?

“Uh, yeah, yep, sure, that’s probably a better idea,” Ben stammers, trying to ignore his growing boner and grabbing his books. “Lemme just stuff—“

(Those boobs)

“—these boo….ooks. Books. In my bag.” He pushes the last book in his backpack and zips it up.

Oh dear god, did she notice his almost Freudian slip?

He glances over at her, and she’s got a raised brow. “Uh, okay, weirdo, did you just almost say boobs?” Devi says.

“What, no?” Ben says. “You weird pervert.”

“Don’t lie! I saw you staring at my boobs! You’re the pervert!”

“What kind of crap are you projecting onto me for? I’m innocent!”

“You’re like the least innocent person I know!”

“That’s definitely not true,” Ben scoffs. “And even if it was, it’s better than being an Unfuckable Nerd.”

That did it. That was the straw on the camel’s back. Devi was enraged, insulted, and sexually frustrated. Ben had dug into a deep insecurity of hers, a wound that she desperately wanted to heal and prove herself out of. For all her life, she had never felt desirable, never had a boy flirt with her or ask her out or even given her attention. When Ben first called her an “Unfuckable Nerd,” she didn’t show how painful the sting of his insult was to her lonely heart. She did not want to be the forever nerdy virgin who was seen as sexually undesirable and —god forbid—ugly.

(Was that why Paxton pushed her away, she thought briefly?)

“Shut up!” she yells before chucking her laptop at him. She misses by a meter (thank god her eye hand coordination was god awful), but she’s not sure if she was even intending on hitting him with the laptop. Still, the moment the laptop flew out of her hands and onto her carpeted floor (with a nice thud), Ben knew he had made a huge mistake. And so did Devi (though she dare not be the first one to admit that she was wrong).

Except she was really wrong this time.

“Devi!” Ben exclaimed. “I’m—“

“Oh fuck Ben, I’m—“

“So sorry.”

Both Ben and Devi apologized simultaneously, with heavy regret and a tint of fear in their voices.

“N-no, I crossed the line, Devi,” Ben said. “It’s really…misogynistic and objectifying of me to call you Unfuckable.”

Because you’re quite the opposite, he thought.

Devi acknowledged internally the apology, but it still stung painfully in her heart. She wanted to let him know that it still hurt.

(Especially hearing that term from him).

Still, she knew she was also incredibly at fault for almost injurying Ben.

“I’m also sorry, I really…really should’ve not thrown my laptop at you. I could’ve injured you really badly.” Devi dropped down to her knees, getting down to Ben’s level since he was still on the floor, a bit shaken by her throwing her laptop at him.

“I guess I deserved it,” he said. He looked over at the laptop on the ground.

“But if you did break it, don’t expect me to pay for a new one,” he said with a smirk.

Devi rolled her eyes. “I’m not your sugar baby; I wasn’t expecting you to pay for a new one.” She crawls towards her MacBook (Ben consciously looking away since she’s on her knees again) and opens it, praying to herself that it was still functioning.

She tapped on her keyboard multiple times.

Blank screen.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered. She kept tapping on the keys of the keyboard.

No response.

“Crap!” Devi hissed. “Oh no, no no no!” She was sort of panicking. “I knew this would happen.”

“So why did you throw the laptop then?” Ben slyly asked.

“Not. Helpful. Ben.”

Ben scoots closer to Devi, wraps his arm around her—

Devi is shocked, his graze making her melt into his touch, sending the pent up frustration and heat back to her ache and pussy—

But, Ben was only merely reaching around to press down on her laptop’s button for a couple of seconds before the lock screen shone back on.

Oh, Devi thought, a feeling of defeat and disappointment settling in her chest. He wasn’t hugging her.

But, hey her laptop’s alive.

“Oh thank god,” she says, breathing a sigh of relief before turning to him - wow he’s somehow pretty close to her face and body and oof, his proximity sets a fire across her entire body —

“Consider yourself lucky. Looks like you don’t have to buy me a new laptop,” she says, smirking.

Ben scoffs.

“In your dreams, David.”

Oddly enough, Ben’s arm is still wrapped around her, his presence warm and enveloping. Devi is tempted to lean into it but knows better (especially not now when she has been hot and bothered all day).

She types her password in her Lock Screen, hits enter, and gasps in horror as she realized that she didn’t properly close out her browser full of porn -

(which is now blasting moans of cam girls fucking the selves with sex toys all thanks to livejasmin)

“Oh shit!” Devi immediately slams her screen shut again.

But it was too late.

Ben’s brows shoot up, eyes widening and jaw dropping in guffaw. A laugh of disbelief escapes from his throat.

“Holy crap! And you called ME the pervert?” Ben laughs. “Who’s the pervert now?”

But damn, wow, he’s turned on.

He tightens his arm around Devi in a proper hug now, pressing her closer to him, and leans in, an inch from her ear, whispering —

“You’re a dirty girl”—

Before pressing his lips on hers.

#ben gross #devi vishwakumar #ben x devi #never have i ever #fanfic #devi x ben #nhie #mycouchpullsoutbutidont

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fangirl-ramblings · 3 years

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Pairing: Arthur Morgan x gn!reader

Summary: A return trip from Annesburg is about to change your life forever

Word count: 1520

Notes: CW: vague descriptions of wounds | Unsure how to tag this right now, Amensia Plot | Unbetaed [Any feedback is appreciated]

Tags for: @husbandits.

I was so excited when I saw that I was assigned to be your Secret Santa this year (even if i do still have a request I need to fulfill for you 🙈) I loved each item on your wishlist, but this one really jumped out at me.

"okay, so there was a post going around like last year i think where arthur had gotten amnesia and the reader took him in, and honestly i haven't been able to get it out of my head these past few months for some reason"

I couldn't find the original post you referred to, but a rough idea started to form in my head...The only problem is, this idea is so much bigger than the stories I usually write and I was starting to run out of time to get it posted for in time for the @rdr-secret-santa event (as you well know, I'm a slow writer) so...please accept my humble offering of the first chapter while I try chip away at the remaining parts.

The Best Kept Memories

[working title]

Chapter 1: Late 1899 [Oct/Nov]

All this commotion was frustrating to say the least; you'd arrived in Annesburg late yesterday afternoon, ready to pick up the supplies you'd needed to stock your cabin up with before the weather turned back into the harsh winter the Grizzlies were famous for. Despite arriving in town a good 30 mins before the train carrying your supplies from Saint Dennis was due in at the station, an hour later you were still standing on the platform waiting for it to suddenly come rumbling down the tracks.

"All the trains have been delayed you know" A local busybody informed you.

"Yeah, I kinda gathered," you politely replied - not really wanting to be drawn into conversation...too bad the older lady didn’t get the message.

"Talk is…" she leaned in close, as if she was sharing confidential intel that only you were to know about, "a bunch of degenerates living not too far from here, decided to rob one of the earlier trains coming up from city."

You found yourself rolling your eyes internally upon hearing this; you were aware the Murfree Brood were a sadistic bunch of murdering bastards, but from what you previously heard about them, they could barely care for and ride their horses, let alone plan to board and rob a moving train.

"Terrible affair I heard, seems they managed to make it all the way up towards Bacchus Bridge before…" she stopped mid-conversation, not because she ran out of gossip to share with you but she had noticed that the tracks began to rumble and the sound of a train's whistle could be heard approaching the station.

"Well, looks like the delay is finally over," you commented, pointing out the obvious.

"Oh do excuse me will you." You sighed with relief as you watched the woman move a little down the way, heading towards the train's engine to see if the driver had any updates of the goings on in Saint Dennis to share with her.

By the time you'd finished loading your wagon up, you were exhausted and couldn't face the thought of driving home through Roanoke Ridge in the dark, especially if the Murfree Brood were still loitering about. Looking down the main street you saw the local hotel had some vacancies and made the impulsive decision to spend the night in one of the rooms there, ready to feel refreshed in time for your morning ride home.

While it seemed like a very good idea at the time, you soon realised you'd made a huge mistake. After waking up and having a quick wash before getting dressed, you made your way back outside to find the most peculiar sight. The mining town of Annesburg, usually full of workers with dirt covered faces, wandering about in their equally filthy overalls, was now overrun by well dressed men in suits.

"They say they're Pinkertons." You overheard the gossiping woman that you encountered the previous night, telling her newly captive audience. "One of them told me personally that there was a gunfight up near Beaver Hollow."

"Well Eunice, I heard talk there was reports of those hooligans that they're after, fleeing into the night and the 'Pinkertons' had to chase them all over the Ridge well into the early hours of the morning," another lady informed her, looking super smug that she'd been able to provide some information that her friend wasn't already privy too.

"Well either way, several roads around the area have been blocked off by the men in suits." Eunice huffed before walking off, looking for a less informed person to chat too.

Shaking your head, you dismissed their talk as nothing but idle gossip and jumped up on your wagon, ready to head back home along one of the roads leading South.

"This road is closed," the well-suited man hissed as you approached the roadblock with your wagon. "I suggest you find another route."

"It wasn’t closed yesterday when I rode into town, any chance you could let me go past just this once?" you protested, not really knowing why you were bothering. His stony face told you this was not a man who had much compassion for others, but wanting to get back home before the storm brewing on the East side of the Lannahechee river rolled in, you persisted, "I can be home within the hour if you let me past, whereas the other route will take me twice as long - not to mention those treacherous mountain roads I'd be forced to travel along."

"I said, find...another...way" he growled at you, clenching his teeth as he emphasised each word.

"Fine," you sighed as you reversed your wagon and drove along the road heading north.

Even though this route would take you the better part of the day to get home, you didn't mind so much as you could take the time to enjoy the beautiful scenery of this part of the country, especially the area around the huge mountain that rudely stood directly in front of you.

Taking a left hand turn to finally head southwards; you trundled along, lost in a world of your own as you admired the red wildflowers that grew in abundance here. Making a mental note to maybe pick some up on your next visit up here, so you could liven your cabin up, you were shocked when your horse suddenly reared up, whinnying a distressed shrill.

"Hey now Ponos, what's to do with you?" you asked gently, hopping down off your wagon to assess the area around you. There was nothing obvious that you could see in the road, but out of the corner of your eye you noticed a flock of scavenger birds circling over something that must be hidden out of sight behind the giant rock to your right.

"Trust you to be scared of a half-eaten animal" you chuckled as you patted Ponos' neck in an effort to calm him down. A beautiful Chestnut coloured Belgian Draft, you'd named him after the Greek God of hard labour & toil and while you couldn’t fault his excellent work ethic and seemingly unlimited stamina, you soon realised why the stable owner had offered you such a cheap price for him all those years ago; this giant of a horse was easily spooked by the smallest of things.

After reaching up to grab your gun from underneath your seat, you started walking over to the most likely spot to investigate. If it was a fresh kill you had enough space on your wagon to throw the carcass on and take it home to make a nice meal or two out of.

Approaching the overgrowth behind the rock, the birds squawked and scattered when they realised that you were about to steal the meal they had their eyes on. Getting closer, you noticed a heaped mound laying there. Your mouth started to water as you realised whatever this was, it was certainly likely to be bigger than a rabbit and therefore would provide several tasty meals over the next few days. Using the barrel of your rifle, you cautiously moved apart the long grass, almost dropping your gun as you finally saw what was previously hidden.

Looking like death personified this was certainly no animal, but a seriously injured man. His poor face, gaunt, bloody and bruised. Judging by the shallow, laboured breaths you could see him trying to take, he was still alive - but only just.

"Sir? Sir? Can you hear me?" You asked, not really expecting a response but the almost corpse groaned and weakly nodded in response.

You glanced back at the grey clouds that had followed you on your journey from Annesburg, before looking back at this wretched soul. What was it your old pa used to tell you?

'There's never any harm in being a good Samaritan to those that need your help.'

Realising that you could never let yourself walk away and leave a healthy man to be stranded in a storm, let alone an almost dead one to succumb from his wounds, you quickly set your gun aside and placed his arms around your neck. Summoning all the strength you had, you somehow managed to pick the sandy-haired man up and manoeuvre him onto the back of your wagon.

"I live a short ride away, you’re welcome to rest there until you get your strength back up.” Unravelling a few pelts you had stored with the rest of your cargo, you tossed them over the injured man to help try to keep him warm.

"Sorry it's not very comfy but I guess it beats lying there in the cold waiting for the cruel embrace of death," you explained whilst taking out a carrot from your satchel to feed Ponos, in the hope he had gotten over his fear and was willing to continue your journey back home, “Tell me, do you have a name sir?”

Jumping back into the driver’s seat, you looked back over your shoulder, only to find your passenger had passed out.

#arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 fanfic #rdr secret santa 2020 #fangirl writes #(this techincally is still a work in progress so i may edit parts in the future

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krreader · 4 years

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BTS reacting to you giving them a positive pregnancy test as a gift.

pairing: bts x reader fandom: bts warnings: / genre: fluff word count: 1.3k+

a/n: really really cute request, thank you love! i hope you like it ♥

kim seokjin

You had been thinking about how to tell him ever since the test turned out to be positive.

But now you had been hiding the test for so long now because you had tried to find the perfect way to tell him that you just decided to do it. And today turned out to be the best day.

You had your anniversary today, had gone to dinner together, but Jin has had a nerve wrecking day and so he had spent all this time telling you about it, you trying to give him advice and encouraging words. In the end, you didn't get a chance to say what you wanted to say during dinner.

Now that he was feeling better though, you decided that it was time. Because if you didn’t do it now, you wouldn’t know when..

You and him wanted to walk up the stairs to your bedroom, when you suddenly stopped.

“You okay?”

“I didn't give you your gift yet.”

“Ah, so you do have one.. I wondered whether or not you did,” he chuckled, then went back down the stairs and bounced up and down with excitement, “Where is it?”

“My bedroom drawer.”

Jin ran up the stairs as a child and he came back down as a father, the pregnancy test in his hand.

“Happy anniversary, dad,” you laughed happily when he began to smile.

min yoongi

Yoongi was a busy man, but he never forgot your anniversary. He always made sure his schedule was clear for that day, or at least at night so he could have dinner with you.

He treated you like royalty that day, like he had to make up for all the past dates he couldn't make due to him being an idol - despite you not being angry at him for that.

And you thought this would be the perfect opportunity to give him what you had been hiding for a while now.

“What's that?” Yoongi grinned when he held the box in his hand, “I told you not to get me anything.”

“I didn't buy this.. well, I did, but.. just open it, you'll see.”

You talked about kids. He wanted kids. He wanted kids with you.

But you weren't sure how he felt about having them now.. so you were nervous as you watched his reaction unfold.

“Wait.. is this real?!” Yoongi pulled it out and held it under the light, “It's two stripes. Two is pregnant! You're pregnant?!”

He was so excited that he literally stumbled over his words like you had never seen before.. like you had never thought he would.

This man who pretended not to give a damn most of the time was grinning from ear to ear like it was Christmas because he just got the news that he'd be a father.

It was the best anniversary you've had so far.

jung hoseok

You had tried to get up before him, but his schedule was packed today, despite it being his birthday. Hoseok had left so early in the morning that you hadn't even realized he had left yet.

Thankfully, though, he didn't come back too late.

“I'm home,” he yelled, taking off his shoes and jumping a little when you suddenly appeared from out of nowhere, “Woah, you scared me,” he chuckled.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HOSEOK!” you laughed happily, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed him once, twice, “I actually wanted to tell you this morning, but you were gone by the time I woke up and I didn't feel like saying what I'm about to say via text.”

“Is it something.. naughty?” he wiggled his eyebrows, his arms loosely around you.

“Mh, no.. the naughty part is over already,” you slowly pulled your arms back until they were against his chest.

And when Hoseok looked down, he found a pregnancy test between your fingers.

He instantly grabbed it, his eyes as wide as before, but this time because of disbelief.

Two lines.

Pregnant.

“YOU'RE PREGNANT?!”

Your nod and that tiny thing in his hand was the best birthday present he's ever gotten and that he'd ever get.

kim namjoon

“You okay?” Namjoon draped a blanket over your shoulders and sat down next to you.

“I'm good. Go back inside, babe, this is your birthday party.”

“Nah, I'm good. I think I'll just sit with you for a while,” Namjoon wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close, “I told them I didn't want a party. I just wanted to be with you, in my room, laying around all day..”

“Yeah, I would have liked that too,” you chuckled, looking up at him, “It would have made this a lot nicer, I think.”

“What, sweetheart?”

You thought the scenario he had just pictured would be a better fit for handing him the pregnancy test, but under the stars like this.. it was still beautiful. Everywhere would have been beautiful, especially with the reaction you got.

Namjoon started to cry, you with him a moment later as you both realized that this thing in his hand was about to change your lives forever.

park jimin

“You're acting funny today,” Jimin cocked his head to the side after he put down his glass of wine.

“What do you mean?” you chuckled nervously.

“That. You're nervous. You're never nervous around me unless you're hiding something from me,” he leaned back with a sigh, “This is our anniversary so please don't break up with me today, I don't think I could take that.”

“Break up with..- No!”

“Oh, thank god,” he let out a laugh, “I was worried for a second.”

“It's not like that, it's..-” you sighed and fumbled around in your bag, holding something in your hand, but under the table so he couldn't see, “I'm not sure if it's a good present, Jimin.”

“Are you serious, Jagi? That's what you're worried about? That I won't like my present?” he laughed, but now because he thought it was cute, “Anything you got me will be perfect in my eyes, just because you got it for me.”

He must have expected a watch or something.. but not the pregnancy test that he was holding a moment later.

But his words.. they were more true than before. Because in his eyes, what you just got him was the most perfect thing in the world.

kim taehyung

You had this anniversary planned for months, ever since Taehyung had told you that he'd get one month off.

He'd spent three weeks with his family and the rest of the time with you.

Not in Seoul, but far, far away, on an island where he could fully relax and regenerate. It was your anniversary gift for each other and it was as perfect as you had imagined.

No fans, no cameras, just you, him and.. well..

“I think we need to enjoy this..”

“Mhm,” it was late, the two of you lying on the terrace of your hotel room, the only sound other than your voices were the crashing of waves, the only light being the stars above.

“We won't have time in the future.”

“I know.. I'm sorry, (Y/N). Bangtan is just taking up so much..-”

“I wasn't talking about Bangtan,” you sat up, smiling at him before handing him what you've been holding all this time, “It'll be hard.. Bangtan and a kid, but I think you'll do..-”

Taehyung didn't even let you finish. He instantly crashed his lips against yours when he saw two lines instead of one.

He never would have expected this month to get any more perfect, but you always managed to find a way to prove to him that you were the one.

jeon jeongguk

You all wanted to go out for Jeongguk's birthday today, everyone was ready except for Taehyung who decided to go to the bathroom last minute.

There was something you had to tell Jeongguk, your present for him, but you didn't think that telling him in front of the boys was the right way to do it. Instead, you wanted to do it after dinner, in bed, when it was just the two of you.

But that never happened.

“(Y/N).. are you pregnant?” Taehyung's frank words made every head in the room turn to him, a pregnancy test between his fingers.

“It's not mine!” Yoongi's girlfriend quickly said, Jimin's doing the same and Jin's shaking her head furiously.

You had been nervous before, but now you weren't sure what to feel.

You turned your head to look at your boyfriend, his eyebrows furrowed when you said: “Surprise?”

Jeongguk was too shocked to say something, but the rest of Bangtan started clapping, patting him on the back and hugging you..

He didn't look angry, of course not, you had both wanted a kid just.. not this quickly.

It was definitely the surprise of the day and as soon as it had settled in.. a very positive one.

#bts imagine #bts reactions #bts x reader #bts #bangtan #bangtan reaction #bangtan boys #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop reactions #bangtan sonyeondan #reader #bangtan x reader #bangtan boys x reader #request

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sapiosexual27 · 3 years

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Tumblr After Dark: Story Time 💦

DISCLAIMER: No editing done (so school teachers don’t be so harsh). Just a little ADULT FUN 🤩 I

#Shortstory

#Quickread

#Fiction

Sexual Seduction

Lyric stood out on the balcony of her hotel room. The rain fell hard onto the ground, the lightening ripped through the sky and the thunder roared into the night. Her long sleeve over sized gown was clinging to her body due to her getting out the shower without bothering to dry off. Her nipples were hard pressing against her gown trying to bust out.

As she stared into the night she thought she needed a drink. Here she was a college graduate on her sumner trip to Miami locked in her hotel alone.

Her friends Erica & Leah had called it a early night due to the rain. But Lyric couldn’t sleep.

She was bored out of her mind.

She decided she would go out. Just to a bar for one or two drinks & she’d be back before her girls noticed she was gone.

Inside the suite she moved around quietly. Pulling a pair of red thongs on & a pair of tights, she stripped out of her top & put on a long sleeve top with NYU printed across it. She grabbed her jacket & slipped on her forces.

Before leaving she looked in each of the girls rooms making sure they were still asleep. Grabbing her phone the time was 1:02.

She googled to find a bar near her & one popped up ten mins away she decided to call a cab.

Inside the cab Lyric stared out the window quietly. She was thinking she was bold to be going out alone in a city she wasn’t familiar with. Tonight she would live a little.

When the cab stopped in front of the bar Lyric was hesitant. The building was brick & the only sign was a open sign lit up on the huge metal door.

“This is it my lady” The cab driver reminded her. She quickly handed him cash & stepped out.

Making my way up to the big door she pulled it open. A cloud of smoke greeted her at the door along with loud music.

She stepped inside. At the front was a big guy with a bald head.

“I.D” was all he said.

Pulling it out I handed it to him. He looked at it then back at me. Chuckling he handed it back.

“Here sign this” he said shoving a paper at Lyric.

With all the smoke she could hardly see, “Whats this” she asked.

“Consent form. Just saying that you consent to being here & nothing that you don’t consent of won’t happen”

Lyric was confused but whatever if signing this would get her a drink so be it.

After signing the form she handed it back.

He winked.

“Enjoy yourself”

Lyric nodded & moved further inside. When she made it passed the smoke & metal detector her eyes spread big as saucers.

As she looked around her nude men & women stood around, drinking, smoking mingling.

Lyric was taken aback & found her self growing hot from the view around her. She had never seen a man naked besides her ex boyfriend she dated her freshman year in college. She lost her virginity to him & when they broke up it was like sex was nonexistent for her.

Now with all these strangers exposed around her she could feel the wetness between her thighs.

“Drink” A short dark skinned girl approached me. She was completely naked only wearing stiletto heels.

“Yes please” Lyric took the drink to the head not bothering to know what it was. She then grabbed another & downed it.

The girl chuckled.

“First time”

“That obvious” Lyric laughed.

“It’s okay relax & enjoy the scenery, the show starts in 20”

“Show?”

“You will see, I’m Asia btw find me if you need anything”

Lyric nodded.

Feeling more courageous with the drinks in her system she began to walk around the club. She felt out of place with her clothes on. There was only a couple of others still fully dressed besides the door guys & security.

As she passed one guy. He stroked his manhood & winked at her.

She kept moving through the crowd.

Then they caught her attention.

A tall caramel skinned girl with long curly hair, big round breast & ass to match was down between the legs of a thick dark skinned girl.

Lyric didn’t notice how long she had been staring at the two. The way they touched each other in sync stirred something inside of her.

The dark skinned opened her eyes & locked eyes with Lyric. she stared at her licking her full lips.

When she motioned for her to come over Lyric quickly looked away.

“Ladies & gentlemen the 30 second count down starts now”

Lyric looked to the massive stage in the middle of the floor. A woman with hair flowing down her back cascading around her body, long legs & caramel complexed skin was on the stage. She left little to the imagination with her see through body suit on.

“Y’all know the rules, no touching without permission, protection must be used at all times unless all parties decide other wise, 5 drink limit drunks can’t give consent, if you need any sexual props you can find them in the back. With that being said “what goes on in the Sex lounge stays in the sex lounge” any questions ?

“Okay then, be safe & explore your deepest sexual desires”

The moment she stepped off the stage the two women who had caught Lyrics eye took the stage.

Rubbing oil all over one another Moans escaped all around the room.

The darker one pulled the other one In & slid her tongue in between her lips.

Mesmerized Lyric couldn’t take her eyes off of them. Moments later, a dark chocolate stallion stepped on to the stage. He was muscular built, deep waves & perfect white teeth.

When he approached the two of them, they both went down to the floor. Feet tucked beneath their bottoms & hands placed in their Laps.

He circled them, rubbing ones hair & caressing the others breast.

He then stopped in front of them. Snapping his fingers they both moved in sync toward him. They both began sucking and licking all over him. He kept his eyes trained on them.

He then snapped twice & the caramel lay flat on the stage spreading her legs, chocolate got on all fours & began licking her.

He then picked up the whip from the floor, slapping chocolates bottom with it. The crowds moaning was louder.

People were touching each other, kissing each other.

Lyrics breathing was heavy as she watched on.

He continued to spank her, it was like a scene out of a movie.

He grabbed a hand full of hair & smacked her ass again.

Then he kneeled behind her & began kissing her back still holding her hair without warning he buried his ten inches deep inside her.

It seemed that was everyone’s cue because within moments everyone around her was having sex.

When he looked up his eyes locked with Lyrics. He didn’t miss a stroke while he stared at her with a sly a grin.

She wanted to stop looking but she couldn’t take her eyes off them. She found her hand sliding inside her panties.

Finding her love button she purred at the slightest touch. He licked his lips & nodded his head in approval.

Lyric couldn’t stop, her fingers moved ferociously around her clit & she could feel her orgasm building up.

As he pushed in and out of her he pulled her hair & never took his eyes off Lyric.

“Cum for me” He boasted.

Rather he was talking to her or the other two it didn’t matter because the moment the words left his mouth all three of them seemed to be moaning to the same Rhythm.

Lyrics legs went weak & she had to catch herself from nearly hitting the floor. She focused on catching her breath.

When she looked back to the stage. They were gone. Lyric adjusted herself & went to find a bathroom. Inside she splashed water on her face & washed her hands.

Looking into the mirror her face was flushed red. Her body was still tingling from the orgasm.

Exiting the bathroom she looked up & there he was leaning against the wall. Still completely nude & a piercing look in his eyes.

He stepped closer to her causing her breath to get caught in her throat. Placing a piece of paper in her hand.

He ran his tongue over her lips.

“There’s more where that came from, the things I will do to you is unimaginable even in the dirtiest porn. I’ll be waiting for you.”

With that he left her standing there, feigning, yearning & wanting..

Though her mind said he was trouble, her Pussy said he was everything she was missing she turned around & headed down the long hall behind him.

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#short story #sexy #swingers #book #nightclub #polyamarous #lbgt love #fiction

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mxloveforall · 4 years

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[OT7 + reader head cannon]

angst + fluff + make up

“How many times jagiya~ do we have to tell you no” Kihyun sighed, setting his glass on the table. You were sat with them all around the table, trying to pursuance them for the 100th time that it was a good idea for you to come watch them at live shows and visit their practice rooms.

“Please just one time I just want to be able to supp-

“Y/n no. The answer is no, for your own safety and ours” Hyungwon slammed his fist on the glass table. Making everyone jump.

“Why? Who cares if they see us ?! Are you embarrassed of me ?!” You shouted pushing your chair back as you shoved your plate forward.

“Enough! Stop acting like this!” Minhyuk shouted turning to face you his eyes glairing at you. You didn’t respond to his comment instead choosing to get up and leave; as you rolled your eyes at them all. Moving to go into your room, you shut and locked the door behind you, not understanding your boyfriends problem. Up until recently everything had been going so well, no arguments, constant love everything perfect. Then all of a sudden they went more quiet, reserved like they were hiding something—insisiting it was just upcoming schedules. You had enough, all you wanted was to visit them at work in order to help them out, you had never wanted too before but seeing them so stressed only made you want to being them some meals.

Moving you walked over to your dressing table, taking a seat at your table as you reached to grab some make up remover. You wiped the substances of your face, leaning back taking in a deep breath.

“Baby?” Shownu called from behind your door, causing your head to snap in his direction.

“What?” You calles out a little too angrily.

“Open the door, please, for me? We’re leaving now” Just as you suspected they were all going to go, just as soon as they had arrived. Probably for a lately arranged meeting a lame excuse that seemed to always slip out their mouths.

Hesitantly you wondered over to the door unlocking it, to reveal shownu standing his lips in a pout his arms open wide. “Can you not stay shownu, please just one more hour-

“Jagi! Will you give it a rest tonight god, haven’t you got some work to do yourself ? Actually do something instead of begging us for attention” Minhyuk said out of spite as him and the others grabbed their coats.

“Aish min, that was too far. Don’t listen to him yeah baby?” Changkyun said coming closer to you so that he could give you a peak on the cheek, you tried to smile as him as he stood back. But you could feel the tears swelling in your eyes.

“Mmhm” You hummed nodding. The others waved as they left the apartment, each saying their goodbye s without a touch of comfort in their voice of action.

As the door beeped shut you couldn’t help but release the salty liquid from your eyes as you felt sick to your stomach. What had I done to deserve this? You thought trying to go through everything to perhaps work out the sudden change in their behaviour. But nothing seemed to spring to mind, you walked over to your kitchen grabbing some kitchen roll so that you could wipe your face in an attempt to stop the tears falling.

Not bothering to check your phone for any messages you simply headed to bed, revealed to find the softness of the sheets.

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Seven days had passed since you had last seen the boys, they had cancelled your usual movie night on friday as well as meeting for lunch saturday. So now you were sat reading, your head resting against the cold window panel as the lights from the city shone through the rain.

Debating if you should call for a takeaway or use some of your ramen, you flicked another page reading over the last page in your chapter. Before closing the book and tossing it onto the couch, choosing the take away option.

You wandered if you should text the boys but you had only spoken to them twice and both times they seemed un interested and too busy to spark a conversation.

Hours then turned into days and you still had minimal contact with all of them, occasionally shownu would message you just to check on you but the others barely touched the group chat. Leaving you to wonder if you had ever meant anything to them, deciding that perhaps the relationship between you all wasn’t meant to be you picked up your phone. Dialling shonwu who you knew would answer.

“y/n? Is everything okay? I said to only call me when it was an emergency” His soft and gentle voice spoke down the voice, with a slight tone of panic.

“I just need you alll to get here, it’s really important and urgent too” You replied, feeling your heart rate race.

“Okay, I’ll let them all know - we will leave in ten” He simply said before hanging up.

You closed your phone, bringing your blanket up to your chest as you tried your best not to sob into the material; you had to be strong. They would most likely shout at you for calling them away from work let alone wanting to break up with them, but it didn’t matter they clearly didn’t care about you anymore.

After about thirty minutes your door unlocked and 7 pairs of legs walked into the living room, confused and concerned looks written on their face. “Y/n.. what’s going on are you okay?” Kihyun asked rushing to your side to check you over, but you gently pushed him away as they all crowded round you.

“I’m fine.. I just needed to tell you all something” You struggled to say, looking down at the blue blanket minhyuk had brought you.

“Baby ? What’s going on?” Jooheon asked.

“I. I need to break up with you, I can’t do this anymore I’m sorry, I can’t take it anymore” You sobbed breaking down into the fabrics. Feeling the spaces next to you dip as two sat down beside you their hand rubbing up your back. “what did .. i do .. for you to hate.. me so much” You pushed their hands off you shaking your head. They each gasped as you moved your head to look at them.

Wonho was on your left whilst, kihyun was seated on your right. The others spread out in front of you, each one wide eyed and surprised.

“Princess, what are you saying? We don’t hate you baby” Hyungwon crouched down to meet you at eye level, his palm coming around to brush the hairs out of your face.

“We should tell her, it’s breaking my heart seeing her like this” Minhyuk said as he moved closer to swipe the tears away.

“Baby, you are the most important person in our lives I promise you that. We’ve been working so much recently not however the kind of work you thought we were doing” Jooheon spoke out.

“Let’s take her there, we can show her what we’ve really been working on” Shonwu gestured to the door. You looked around confused as they nodded to each other.

“It’s not finished though hyung, why don’t we just show her the photos tonight - take her then in the morning. It’s too dark, it could be dangerous.” kihyun commented.

“What? what’s going on didn’t you hear me ? I sai-

You were cut off from your sentance as you were brought into wonhos chest, his grip never lossening. Changkyun passed you his phone open on his camera roll. “Scroll left baby” He simply said as I gripped onto the device. In front of my eyes were pictures of a house, it was almost complete from the photos just a few scaffolding areas on the sides of the buildings.

“I don’t understand?” You croacked out, sniffling.

“We’ve been working on this for weeks now, it’s a home for all of us- we’ve been working so hard for you baby. We wanted it to be done before your birthday but in doing so we got distracted and pushed you away” Minhyuk replied his voice shaken.

“Really? You mean it? it isn’t some joke?” You panted turning away from wonho, sitting up.

“Yes baby, we really didn’t mean any of this; we are so sorry” Shownu said moving to wrap his arms round your small torso, breathing in his musk.

“I missed you everyday, thinking I was going to lose you all” You cried into his neck, feeling him squeeze tighter, your sentance causing them to tear up.

“Shhh, Baby dont worry, we didn’t mean to make you feel like this - we were just so stressed and tired” Changkyun patted your back as you felt the others gather around you both in a group hug.

You pulled away looking shonwu in the eyes as he moved to cup your face, smiling at the pout on your face. “How could you ever think we would hate you hmm? Your our baby”

“I just- I don’t know you were ignoring me and so angry all the time” You whined pulling away.

“True we were but I promise we won’t be like that again. Come on, I don’t want to see you like this, smile for me?” Hyungwon cooed as he took his hand under your chin and ran his thumb along your bottom lip.

“Mmmm make me” You muttered feeling the blood rush to your ears and cheeks. As soon as the words left your lips, the boys smirked knowing exactly what you meant.

“I think we can, we owe you our attention. Right hyungs?” Jooheon smirked pulling you up from the sofa and into his lap on the carpet.

“But we shouldn’t give them to her so easily do you not think?” Minhyuk giggled, his voice dripping with tease.

“Baby what do you want?” Wonho asked moving to sit next to your body as your back leaned into jooheon.

“Iiiiiii wanttt youuu to makemesmileplease” You mutter again playing with a piece of lose thread on jooheons shorts.

“Ah ah ah nope be specific baby” Kihyun smirked moving to place your legs in his lap.

“pleaseee can i have some tickles” You blushed instantly moving to hide behind your hands. Causing them all too coo and tease at your embarrassment.

“Of course angel” Hyungwon laughed as you slowly began to feel five pairs of arms dance along your skin.

“whahahahhahhahah” You laughed trying to escape their touch but jooheon ana kihyun held you right in place making it hard.

“So cute”

“Awww i missed her adorable laugh”

“Me too hyung”

You heard similar comments as you shut your eyes squirming at their tickles, praying them to losen their touch. However they didn’t and continued to tickle and attack you all through the night, staying by your side until you fell asleep and when you awoke you got all the attention you had missed for weeks.

#monsta x reader #monsta x ot7 #monsta x reactions #monsta x imagine #monsta x

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lunnanunna · 4 years

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Happy

ATEEZ Extra Member AU

Summary: Just some cute cuddle time with Mingi and Yoori.

Taglist: @hyunmijung @changbinnieslaugh @galacticstxrdust @giant-puppy-yunho

A/N: Hope you enjoy!

Requests are open! Please let me know what you think.

Yoori laid on her bed. She was on her back, right knee bent, her left ankle resting on it. The dancer was reading the newest volume of My Hero Academia. She chewed on her lip as she followed along with the current storyline.

“Beanie?” Yoori looked up to see Mingi pop his head through the door.

“Up here,” she smiled, dog earring her spot. Putting the book down, she moved to lean over the bed, smiling down at the giant.

“Hi,” he smiled, looking up at her as he walked up to her bed. She grinned, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “Perfect way to be greeted,” Mingi giggled, reaching to pinch her cheeks.

Yoori held out her hand and Mingi looked at it, squinting. When he looked up at Yoori, she said, “I expect payment.”

Mingi’s mouth dropped. “For a kiss? Take it back,” he said, wiping the kiss off his forehead and “throwing” it back at her.

Yoori pouted, crossing her arms. “You didn’t have to be mean,” she whispered. Mingi internally cooed as she curled back up on her bed, back facing him.

“I’m sorry, Beanie,” Mingi chuckled, poking her back. He watched as she squirmed each time he poked her.

“No, Mingi. Stop!” Yoori giggled, turning around to face him, grabbing onto his hands to stop them.

“Make me,” he cackled, climbing up onto her bed.

Yoori’s eyes widened and she quickly tried to scramble away. (She had nowhere to go, but she still tried.) “Get away your monster!” Yoori yelled, laughing as he grabbed her by her waist. He turned her onto her back and dragged her towards him. Yoori squealed the whole time.

“Do I even want to know?” Mingi and Yoori both turned to face the door, finding Hongjoong standing with his arms folded over his chest, an amused look on his face.

“Torture,” Yoori yelled at the same time Mingi said, “Bonding.”

Hongjoong snorted, shaking his head as he stepped out of the room, ignoring Yoori’s pleas.

“No, Oppa. Don’t leave me. Help!” Yoori cried out as she watched her leader’s back retreating down the hall.

Slowly Yoori turned to look up at Mingi, who was already looking down at her, a devilish smile on his lips. Yoori screamed as his hands raced to latch themselves onto her sides and begin their assault.

Yoori could vaguely hear Hongjoong telling the others that there was “Nothing to worry about. Just some bonding between groupmates” Yoori could cry.

Mingi slowed his attacks, as he saw tears running down Yoori’s cheeks from laughing so hard. He came to a complete stop when she began to gasp for air. The boy then moved onto his next form of attack.

Yoori grunted as Mingi dropped on her. He snuggled into her neck, and Yoori was reminded of those big dogs that still thought that they were small and plopped themselves onto their owners laps.

“What a good boy,” Yoori cooed the way one would with a dog. She ruffled his hair as he laughed.

Mingi lifted himself up and grinned at Yoori who smiled back. He then moved over a bit so half of his body was resting on the older. He dwarfed her in size as he basically enveloped her whole body in his arms.

Yoori didn’t mind of course. She liked the fact that she was much smaller than most of the members, it made it perfect for cuddles. She was small enough to fit in their arms or laps, and just sit there.

The older was known to be a cuddle bug, latching onto anyone within reach. Luckily for her, ATEEZ was a pretty cuddly group all except Jongho and Wooyoung (Though the latter was more due to their love and hate relationship.)

Yoori sighed in content as she wrapped her arms around Mingi who had his head resting on her chest. He draped his arm over her stomach and the two just sat there in silence. A comfortable silence that most likely would have set Yoori to sleep if the younger hadn’t spoken up.

“Yoo?”

“Yeah?” Yoori answered, eyes closed as she ran her fingers through his freshly dyed hair.

Silence filled the room again, and Yoori opened her eyes to find Mingi looking at her. He looked uncertain if whether or not he should say whatever he planned to say.

“What’s Min?” Yoori asked, poking his cheek, like he’d do to her all the time when she’d got upset.

“Umm… Okay, so- How do I put this?” Mingi mumbled, chewing the inside of his cheek. Yoori waited quietly, giving him the time he needed to organize his thoughts. She was curious to hear what he had to say, but also didn’t want to push him.

“Min?” Yoori spoke up, after a few minutes of silence. The brunet looked up at her as if he just realized that she was there.

“Oh, sorry,” he smiled, a slight blush climbing up his neck. Yoori smiled at him. He got up, sitting criss-crossed on the bed. Yoori mirrored him, reaching to grab his hands, then giving them a light squeeze.

He looked at her and smiled. “Okay. I guess I might as well just ask, huh?” he chuckled as Yoori tilted her head to the side. “So you definitely don’t have to tell me anything. I wouldn’t be offended if you decided not to tell me, but I just have to ask,” Mingi said, giving Yoori a slight smile.

Yoori already had an idea of what this conversation was about. Yeosang. She and the older hadn’t really talked to anyone yet about the nature of their relationship. San and Wooyoung already pieced everything together, and while the others hadn’t mentioned anything, it was obvious that they knew something.

“It’s about you and Yeosang,” Mingi continued. Yoori took a big breath to calm her nerves, then nodded for Mingi to go on. “Are you two… like- Well are you two dating?” There it was.

Yoori paused for a moment, seeing how she’d answer this. She and Yeosang wanted to talk to Hongjoong together, but there was nothing about talking to the other members if asked. “Yes,” Yoori answered, avoiding the younger’s eyes.

The room was silent once again. Yoori feared that Mingi wouldn’t approve. That he’d say that she was going to mess up everything between her and Yeosang and for the group. Yoori squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the moment that Mingi realized just how selfish she was being.

“Yoori? Yoori, look at me,” Mingi said, a serious note to his voice. Yoori hestisted, but looked up. She was greeted with a smile. “Are you happy?”

Yoori was taken aback by the question. “What?”

“Are you happy? Does Sangie make you happy?” Mingi repeated smiling at her.

“Of course,” Yoori answered, not having to think twice.

“Then don’t hold back,” Mingi released one of her hands and reached up to ruffle her lavender hair.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You two make each other happy, and I know you guys are smart.” He gave a nod, and when Yoori smiled up at him, he leaned over to kiss her forehead like she had done to him earlier.

“Thanks Min,” Yoori smiled, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Of course, Beanie,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. The two leaned back down, laying in Yoori’s bed. The older curled up into his side, relaxed. That’s three members that now knew. She could do this.

Yoori’s Masterlist

#ateez #ateez au #ateez 9th member #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #ateez oneshot #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #kpop oneshots #female kpop additions #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho

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chrisswearicho · 4 years

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My AO3 account BTW guys and links to my stories! They're all Doctor Who fics.

1) My Past Come Home. My Future Lead The Way

Summary: “Right.” Rory finally seemed to react, shaking his head a little as his hands flailed for effect, “right sorry. So I’ve gone to sleep, got woken up by the TARDIS going crazy and now we’re in a future TARDIS with a future Doctor who’s also a woman? I’m getting this right?”

Characters: 13th Doctor, 11th Doctor, 12th Doctor, 10th Doctor, 9th Doctor, 8th Doctor, 7th Doctor, 6th Doctor, 5th Doctor, 4th Doctor, 3rd Doctor, 2nd Doctor, 1st Doctor, Yasmin Khan, Ryan Sinclair, Graham O'brien, Bill Potts, Nardole, River Song, Amy Pond, Rory Williams, Donna Noble, Rose Tyler, Jack Harkness, Lucie Miller, Ace, Peri Brown, Tegan Jovanka, Vislor Turlough, Sarah Jane Smith, Jo Grant, Jamie McCrimmin, Zoe Heriot, Ian Chesterton, Barbara Wright, Susan Foreman, The Master(Dhawan), The Master (Gomez) /Missy.

Chapters: 26/26

2) A Change of Mind

Summary: “What would your little friends think if they knew?”

“Who cares?” she scoffed with a roll of her eyes, “dropped them off at home. Good riddance as far as I’m concerned. This is between me and you. They were the Doctor’s ‘little friends’, not mine.”

“Who’re you then? If you’re not the Doctor.”

“Dunno yet,” she shrugged, seemingly pleased, however, that he was finally accepting that she wasn’t quite the Doctor, “I haven’t decided. You know,” she huffed out a heavy breath, “you’re wasting so much good running away time by asking all these questions. Maybe by the time I’ve caught you, you know, if you run away right now, I’ll have decided. Come on.”

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An alternate ending to my story 'My Past Come Home. My Future Lead The Way'. This will probably not make much sense if you haven't read that first if i'm honest. It's the alt ending where 13 becomes the Valeyard!

Characters: 13th Doctor(Valeyard), The Master(Dhawan), Yasmin Khan, Ryan Sinclair & Graham O’Brien.

Chapters: 2/2

3) Fear

Summary: “You think that I was some hard done by hero, like the Doctor?” the Not Doctor’s tone was taunting as she smirked at him, “You think they wiped my memory because of something they’d done?” she laughed suddenly, throwing her head back as though that was the most hilarious thing she’d ever heard. The Master’s hearts dropped to his stomach; he’d already put this much together but having it confirmed made him swallow nervously.

“So… why was your mind wiped?”

“Well, they couldn’t kill me. There’s no limit on my ability to regenerate. They couldn’t keep me trapped. No prison could hold me. But then they figured out a way to stop me. Ingenious actually, I will give them that. They simply caught me long enough to erase me, or they thought they had.”

Characters: 13th Doctor (Valeyard), the Master (Dhawan), Yasmin Khan, Ryan Sinclair, Graham O’Brien, River Song.

Sequel to A Change of Mind

4) Escape

Summary: “I know you said eyebrows Bill, but that’s just ridiculous!” The Doctor in the bowtie smirked as they all came to a stop across from one another, glancing from his future self to Bill who just rolled her eyes with a smile and a raised eyebrow.

“They were making up for lost time. Better to have too much than none at all.” The Eyebrows Doctor deadpanned and raised an impressive eyebrow of his own to his past self.

“Ugh!” the Doctor in the bowtie jerked back in clear offence, hand flying to his own eyebrows for a moment as his face scrunched up in annoyance to his future self, words stumbling around in his mouth as he tried to come up with a retort. “Shut up,”

Characters: 13th Doctor, 12th Doctor, 11th Doctor, 10th Doctor, Rose Tyler, Amy Pond, Rory Williams, Bill Potts, Yasmin Khan, Ryan Sinclair & Graham O'brien.

Chapters: 14/14

Part 1 of a series that will continued next week anyway 😂

5) Search

Summary: “Time Lord society was, as I was taught, created by three people. Rassilon, the great engineer, The Omega, the mind behind Gallifrey’s scientific advancements and-” she cut herself off suddenly, realisation dawning on her face and her entire body seemed to jolt with the force of the realisation that occurred to her, “Oh!”

“Doctor? What is-” Yaz started but she was quickly cut off by the Doctor who flapped her hands at her desperately.

“Yaz! I love you but shut up a minute. Let me think.” The human obediently fell quiet and they all watched as the Doctor began to pace suddenly, her eyes still wide before she dropped onto the steps leading further into the TARDIS, the realisation giving away to shock as she mumbled out her next words, “I’m the Other.”

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SEQUEL TO ESCAPE.

Now armed with the information that she knew Rassilon and Omega, back in the times of the Great Vampires, and even before, the Doctor knows what she must do. She needs to find Rassilon. She needs to find Omega. She needs to find out who she was and all it is that she forgot.

Characters: 13th Doctor, Yasmin Khan, Ryan Sinclair, Graham O’Brien, Rassilon, Omega.

Chapters: 10/?

6) This Is Where It Gets Complicated...

Summary: “Doctor!” He called out again, garnering a few looks from passers-by but he ignored them for now and began moving back the way they’d came, hoping to find either her or at least his grandson and Yaz if his initial search yielded no results, “Doctor?!”

“Oh hello! Hi? What is it?” Graham blinked, head turning at a male voice coming from his left and his frantic push through the crowds came to a stop as he looked at him, puzzled as to why he’d responded. The man was young looking, had dark hair that flopped over his face and looked as though he’d just stopped running his hands through it. He was dressed like someone three times his age in a tweed jacket and bowtie, but he pulled it off well enough, Graham supposed.

“Oh, sorry mate no. Not you, I’m looking for a friend of mine, they keep wandering off. The Doctor.” Graham didn’t stay still for longer than he needed to, waving the young man off as kindly as he could as he started walking again. He missed the slight grin that appeared on the guy’s face, but he definitely realised it when the man was suddenly at his side, helping him move through the crowds.

Characters: 13th Doctor, 11th Doctor, Yasmin Khan, Ryan Sinclair & Graham O'brien.

Chapters: 3/3 complete

7) Start Of Time

Summary:The Doctor falls from the TARDIS into Sheffield. But not in the 21st Century. Back in the 1970s where UNIT haven't been expecting their scientific adviser back after he regenerated and had his exile lifted. So who's this strange woman that's shown up talking about the TARDIS and searching for a Doctor?

An AU of The Woman Who Fell To Earth where the 13th Doctor gets tossed out in the 1970s and finds UNIT rather than her fam.

Characters: 13th Doctor, Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge Stewart, Mike Yates, John Benton.

Chapters: 4/?

8) The Chain

Summary: “Who am I?” he exclaimed indignantly, hands flying about everywhere as he spoke, his head turning to his two companions as if to look to them for back up in the indignation and then he spun back, “I’m the Doctor. So, who is it? Which one of you said that you were me?” They stared for another few seconds, all not knowing what to do before Graham reached out a hand and hit his fist twice against the large metal piping that ran up the side of the room and up through the ceiling above. It gave off loud metal clangs and he called upwards, his voice hesitant.

“Uh, Doc?” there was a thump and a curse from up above, the Doctor no doubt dropping something and her voice rang through, echoing through the metal chamber up above that she’d had to crawl into the look into the problem.

“What is it? I’m a bit busy.” The man in the bowtie paused suddenly, glancing upwards at the hole in the roof where the metal grating cover had at one point been sat. Now just a hole into masses of wiring and ventilation and mechanical shafts.

Characters: 13th Doctor, 11th Doctor, Amy Pond, Rory Williams, Yasmin Khan, Ryan Sinclair & Graham O'brien.

Chapters: 1/?

9) It Means The World

Summary: Then she realised the heavy silence that had followed her question. She found it strange, her conversation with Jo so far had been light hearted in nature so it was a big shift for it to suddenly feel like this. She looked away from the book shelf she’d been perusing through and back to Jo who was staring at her with sad, pity filled, eyes. The Doctor felt her hearts drop to her stomach and dread spread throughout her body at that expression. She knew it far too well.

“Doctor...” Jo started, her tone gentle, but the Doctor cut her off with a shake of her head.

“No.” The word came out whispered and Jo’s face only scrunched up further in guilt and pity.

Characters: 13th Doctor, Jo Grant, Yasmin Khan, Ryan Sinclair & Graham O'brien. Sarah Jane Smith (mentioned)

Chapters: 2/2 complete

10) 3rd Best Enemy

Summary: “Who is your greatest enemy?”

“The Daleks.” The words fell from her mouth before she could stop them and for a moment the room fell silent. The Fam all took clear obvious steps back as the Master whirled around to face her, his victorious grin giving way to clear offence. They were trapped in a truth field, not exactly like she could’ve lied to him if she’d tried. She did feel bad though, just a tiny bit, his ego might not be able to take this. She took a few steps to the left so she was between him and her friends and waited for him to splutter out a response finally.

Characters: 13th Doctor & The Master(Dhawan)

Complete

11) Can't Let Go

Summary: “I’m sorry I keep dragging you into my messes.” Jack’s gaze snaps back over to her, confused at her words, and even more confused at how she looks down at her feet. Her expression ashamed. She’s sat on the floor of this cell, one knee held against her chest by her arm, the other leg spread out in front of her. He frowns. He wonders for a second how the Doctor hasn’t figured out yet that he would follow her anywhere. Always has. Always will. He casts one last quick glance out the bars of the cell into the beautiful emptiness of space before he turns and moves until he can drop down next to her. Close enough that his arm almost brushes her shoulder but not enough to actually be touching.

Characters: 13th Doctor & Jack Harkness

Complete

12) Welcome Home

Summary:Instead of that though he reached for her face with one hand while the other slid around her comparatively smaller waist so he could tug her closer to him until her body was pressed up against the hard line of his body and his mouth was almost instantly on hers before she could even utter a greeting. She really should’ve seen this coming. She let him have this one, hands resting on his upper arms, as long as he didn’t push his luck. They hadn’t seen each other in a long while.

Eventually there was a loud, obvious, cough from across the console and they pulled apart, both turning to look at her Fam who were all staring at the pair with varying degrees of embarrassment or confusion.

Characters: 13th Doctor, Jack Harkness, Yasmin Khan, Ryan Sinclair & Graham O'brien.

Complete

13) Threatening to Stab? Not That Bad

Summary: “Threatening to stab someone isn’t actually stabbing them. There’s a difference.”

Characters: 12th Doctor, The Master(Gomez) / Missy & Nardole.

Complete

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xxiaotiqinn · 3 years

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Save Me (OT7)

Requested by michelle on Quotev <3

a/n: so this is my first time posting something on here; I typically write on Quotev lol. I really hope you’ll enjoy it :)

Pairing: OT7 x hybrid!OC

Genre: mafia!BTS, fluff, hybrid!au

Word Count: 2.5k ish

Summary: Bangtan Sonyeondan, the toughest mafia in South Korea. Ruthless, skilled, and emotionless. That is, until a hybrid changes their view of life completely.

Bangtan

The seven men were in the shadows, watching, waiting. One on the roof, sniper at the ready. Four on the ground, knives or pistols cleverly concealed within sleeves. One in a tree, fiddling with his earring as he carefully observed, waiting for the signal.

The last stood boldly on the docks, lamplight glistening on his silvery hair. The waves gently lapped against the soaked wood. A small smirk played on his lips as he glanced at his watch.

23:59:55

23:59:56

23:59:57

23:59:58

23:59:59

00:00:00

Another man appeared. The first looked up in mild surprise. “Didn’t think you would show up, Moore.” His tone was smooth and charismatic, and he spoke in English.

The other scoffed, stepping forwards. He eyed the Korean in front of him. “Don’t play nice, Kim. Where’s the package?”

The first—Kim—remained where he stood. “Moore, we made a deal. Give her to us first.”

Sighing, Moore raised three fingers, and two men came out from one of the ships with someone between them. She cried out when they threw her on the ground.

A soft gasp could be heard from the roof, so soft that only the ones on the ground below him could hear it. One of the men in the shadows tightened his grip on his knife, his knuckles turning white. Oh, how he longed to sink his blade into Moore’s throat. But that could wait. Yes. That could wait.

“Now the package.”

Kim sighed heavily and handed Moore the box. “There’s a lot in there. Be careful.” He tapped his ear twice, and the man on the roof lowered his sniper. “Let’s go.”

At the signal of Kim, one man stepped forwards, taking the girl in his arms.

Moore’s men raised their eyebrows or widened their eyes in surprise as five others slithered out of the dark corners, following Kim out.

Min Yoongi didn’t like to show that he cared. He didn’t like to show that he worried. In fact, he didn’t like to show anything at all. So when he returned back to base with two bullet wounds and a young girl protectively clutched in his arms, you could imagine the others’ surprise.

Yoongi was very good at what he did. He was an assassin, and one of the best at that. He could lie for hours on a rooftop, waiting for the perfect shot. His fingers would grow cold around his weapon and his leg would fall asleep, but his victim would always be dead in the end.

His mission was to take out the ‘illegal experiment’ that a scientist had created. But when he finally caught a glimpse of the beautiful girl with black silky ears and tail and dark, sorrowful eyes, his fingers refused to pull the trigger. He had lain there, shaking with internal struggle.

She was his mission.

But she looked so sad.

He had to obey his orders.

But had she ever seen the light of day?

Yoongi had finally thrown down his sniper and slipped through an open window. He ran down the hallway. A guard fired at him, his leg taking the bullet. Yoongi gritted his teeth and dived for the open door, grabbed the protesting girl, and emerged with only another shot on the same leg.

Namjoon hadn’t been very happy at first. While Yoongi’s wounds were tended to by Taehyung, Namjoon had lectured Yoongi for a solid thirty minutes.

Yoongi still didn’t really know why he did what he did. But all he knew was that none of them regretted it in the end.

Aera POV

Three months ago

I cracked my eyelids open, groaning softly. My limbs hurt all over. Where was I?

I looked around. I was in a plain white room, a pair of medical gloves thrown carelessly on the table beside me. My ears pressed against my head as I hissed softly, the strange atmosphere making me distressed.

”Ahh, you’re awake.” A young man walked in, smiling gently at me. “How are you feeling?” Everything about him felt soft and clean, his eyes crinkling pleasantly as he smiled. He smelled like vanilla.

“Who are you?” I asked quietly.

“Jimin. And you are?” He pulled on the gloves and gestured to me. “May I?”

I bit my lip, tensing up but allowing him to carefully examine me. “I-I’m Experiment 309.”

Jimin frowned, looking at me in kind sympathy. “They didn’t give you a name, did they?” When I shook my head, he smiled again. “I’ll call you...Aera. It means love, you know.”

I didn’t feel particularly loving or loved, but I nodded again.

”You seem to be pretty healthy,” Jimin continued, carding his fingers through my hair and peeking into my ears. I hissed when his fingers caught on a tangle. Noticing, he pulled a comb from a drawer and combed my hair until it was smooth.

Despite myself, I began to purr quietly, relaxing and slumping forwards. He giggled from somewhere above me, brushing away my baby hairs from my face.

“I’ll go get the others,” he finally said, breaking the silence. “Stay here, Aera.”

Six other boys filed in behind Jimin ten minutes later, talking amongst themselves. I recognized the scent of the one who had rescued me; the short, pale one in the back with feline features to rival my own.

“So. Experiment 309.” One finally spoke. He was breathtakingly intimidating, tall and unbothered.

“Aera,” Jimin cut in, glaring at his hyung. “Her name is Aera.”

The youngest smiled discreetly at his toes, bright teeth appearing in a cheeky grin.

I eyed all of them carefully. “Yes?”

”You...aren’t supposed to be here. In fact, you should be dead.” The first man glared at my savior, who looked coldly back. “But, now that you’re here, you can’t leave us. Welcome to Bangtan Sonyeondan, Aera.”

A few of them looked at him in surprise. He shook them away. “I’m Kim Namjoon. Seokjin here—“ he motioned to a stunning man with broad shoulders—“will give you the guidelines on how everything works. Break rules and we will not hesitate to kill you. Is that clear?”

Shaking slightly, I nodded silently. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.” Namjoon clapped Seokjin on the back. “I trust you all will get to know each other soon enough.”

Jungkook POV

Present day

“Noona,” I said softly, peeking into Aera’s room. She looked up, a bright smile gracing her features.

“Hi Kook.” I joined her on the bed and stuck one of her earbuds in my own ear. I grinned when I heard Yoongi’s piano track playing. Aera had been with us for about a month now, and we had all grown much closer.

Although we might be a tough mafia, most of us were gentle and quiet on the inside. Taehyung and I loved photography and art, Namjoon adored nature and museums, and Seokjin loved cooking. Jimin and Hoseok spent a lot of their time dancing, perfecting their moves, while Yoongi’s best friend was his piano.

Aera spent a lot of time with us, practicing in the shooting range with Yoongi or wrestling with me. She had definitely grown stronger both physically and mentally in the past few weeks.

Namjoon had wanted to make sure she could fend for herself, and the others agreed. But all of us liked it most when we cuddled in a heap, playing with Aera’s hair and smoothing her tail.

I had to admit that I was starting to fall in love with the cat hybrid. And perhaps the hyungs were too. I had seen, in a split second as the tv screen flashed across the dark room, the look in Yoongi’s eyes. A moment of longing and tenderness in his dark, stoic face before his eyes clouded with a cranky scowl, batting Tae away.

Aera’s soft purring pulled me from my thoughts. I looked down, smiling fondly as she picked at a thread on my shirt, her head against my shoulder. “Jungkookie,” she said cutely, looking up at me with innocent eyes. “You’re really warm.”

My heart fluttered. “Thanks noona.”

The door opened and Taehyung came in, strapping long knives to his legs and arms. “Come on, Kook. Hyung’s got another shipment in.” He smiled at Aera, his mouth in a big boxy shape.

I sighed heavily, not wanting to leave the safe, happy bubble that was Aera’s room. “I’m coming, hyung.”

Aera watched the both of us, worry swirling in her onyx eyes. “Be careful,” she said, standing up to hug Tae. He patted her head gently, dropping a peck on her cheek.

“We’ll be back in a minute, Aera,” he reassured her.

She nodded, turning to me. I reddened when her lips brushed my cheek for a brief moment. “Don’t be reckless, Jungkook,” she reminded me gently.

Aera followed us downstairs, hugging each of the hyungs tightly. Yoongi grumbled under his breath, his cheeks a rosy pink as Aera kissed his cheek and embraced him. Namjoon and Jin exchanged a teasing smile.

“Don’t lose your temper too easily, Jimin,” Aera told him. He grinned and placed his hands on her shoulders.

“Since when have I ever done that?” Jimin teased, but he blew a kiss to the girl on his way out the door.

I lingered for a moment at the door, turning back to look at Aera. She smiled comfortingly and waved. I returned the gesture before finally following the others out the door.

Yoongi POV

We headed back home, talking amongst ourselves. We had successfully delivered the shipment of drugs to our client unscathed, except for Jungkook, who had received a slash from a knife.

“We’re home!” Hoseok called, but there was no Aera waiting by the door. The house suddenly seemed dark and foreboding as we entered.

“Aera?” Jimin yelled, looking around.

“I’ll check upstairs,” I said, glaring at Jungkook. “You stay put.” I bounded up the marble staircase and burst into Aera’s room, expecting a slumbering girl.

I choked, my heart stopping when I saw the rumpled covers, torn curtains, and smashed picture frames. My breath caught in my throat as I bent to pick one of the frames up. It was a photo from the day that we took Aera to the beaches. We were all ruffled by the ocean breeze and dripping with saltwater, but huge smiles were plastered on our faces. Aera was in the middle, with Jin’s and Taehyung’s arms around her waist.

Emotion rarely got the better of me. But I felt a choking, swelling feeling in the back of my throat. My eyes and nose stung with a strange numbness, and a drop of water speckled the broken glass.

I was crying.

The great assassin Min Yoongi, emotionless, quiet, deadly, strong. Crying like his heart would break.

I stood there for a long time, tears streaming down my face in an endless torrent. Aera, sweet Aera, love.

I loved her. Yes. I’d finally come to realize that.

And I’d be damned if I didn’t do everything in my power to get her back.

Three days later

“Hyung!” Taehyung bounded up the stairs and into my room. I looked up from the piano, my fingers halting in their mournful melody. Biting my lip, I shut the piano and let my hands fall to my sides.

“Yes, Tae?”

He frowned, sitting next to me on the piano bench and placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Hyung, you-you look terrible.”

He was right, I thought, looking at my reflection on the shiny piano lid. My eyes drooped with exhaustion, I hadn’t brushed my hair in the past three days. An overall look of shabbiness and hopelessness. “I miss her,” I whispered with the tiniest sigh.

Taehyung shook me slightly. “Come on, Yoongi-hyung, Namjoon-hyung has something to show us.”

I reluctantly followed my dongsaeng downstairs to the meeting room. Namjoon and the others were sitting in a circle around the table, Jin’s arms filled with papers. Hoseok was furiously typing away at his laptop.

“There you are, hyung.” Namjoon sent me a smile that I tried to return. “We have a lead on Aera.”

I felt as if I had been dosed with cold water. “W-What?”

“We found her. Another mafia got her. American.” Hoseok spat out the last word as if it was a curse. “We contacted them. They want drugs from us before we can get her back.”

I balled my fists. “Let’s get her then. What are we waiting for?”

“We have to steal some from the dealer in Busan.” Jimin high-fived Jungkook. “That’s where we’re coming in handy. Let’s just say we’re basically locals in that area. We’ll be able to walk in and out with no suspicion.”

“Let’s get it!” Jungkook cheered, springing to his feet.

Jimin POV

“SHIT!!” Jungkook screamed, diving to the ground just seconds before the grenade went off. I cursed under my breath as well, grabbing the younger’s hand and tugging him to his feet.

“Let’s get the hell outta here,” I growled, shoving the package into my large pocket. Jungkook hurled a knife through the air, successfully hitting his target. The man spluttered, clutching his stomach as he fell to his knees.

We had managed to sneak into the shady store, and I had tried my best to distract the female at the counter. I had bent over the counter, biting my lip as I stared at her through hooded eyes. Jungkook had extracted the package from underneath another box, and had just made it out the door when she saw him, slamming an alarm under the counter.

Jungkook and I had to flee, pursued by guards. We had tried our best to shoot them while running, but one of them had thrown a grenade.

Taehyung was waiting with a car at the entrance of the alley, and we leapt in. “Go go go!!” I screamed, opening the window and shooting one more man between the eyes. There was a spray of blood as he fell on his back.

There was silence in the car before we all burst out laughing. “We did it, hyung,” Jungkook said breathlessly, grinning at us.

Two days later

We showered Aera with kisses and hugs the second she was with us. “We were so worried,” I told her, grasping her small, bruised hand in mine. “Yoongi-hyung cried a lot.”

Yoongi’s cheeks turned a bright red as Aera turned to him in surprise. “I-I wasn’t. I mean, I was, but I was just-“ he was cut off when Aera flew at him, throwing her arms around him and kissing him. He responded with passion, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her back.

She finally pulled away, running to Namjoon and kissing him next. Aera embraced each of us, finally coming to me.

“Gonna give me a kiss, baby girl?” I asked. She grinned and reached for me, pressing her soft lips on mine. I smirked, placing my hands on her waist. “I love you.”

“Love you all,” she mumbled, burying her face in my chest.

“My turn,” Taehyung whined, and we all laughed.

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justasparkwritings · 3 years

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Codename Cupid: Chapter 11

Previous: Tailing Taehyung

Pairing: Min Yoongi X OFC

Genre: Angst, Secret AgentAU, AgentAU, Government Agent AU

Rating: PG15

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Swearing, Kissing, Mentions of Consensual Sex

Summary: The final part of Suga’s orders are carried out.

Codename Another Shot at Love Pt. 4

Winter After Graduation

December and January passed without much to report. That being said, everything that OT7 had planned went swimmingly, with one singular exception.

The dinner at the Lee estate had sent a wave of insecurity through Euna, which made it easy for Yoongi to feign ignorance when he began, deliberately, to pull away from her.

The first few weeks after dinner were filled with Yoongi convincing Euna that he was going to stay, that he was all in, that he wanted to be with her. She believed him, and by believing him, started the early drafts of their futures together. He hated the deception, the lies he strung together as easily as breathing, the files and documents charting his deception updated daily by Hoseok.

Hoseok had the unpleasant task of transcribing all conversation and interactions between marks and members of OT7, his specialized training and exceptional hearing made his job easy. Yoongi was instructed to record everything, except sex or any hooking up that went down. Being in charge of most of the tech, he wielded his glasses and watch, set to record when they were on his person, set to turn off when they couldn’t detect his body heat. He could manually turn them off, a button on his watch near the band allowed him to with ease. He’d only fucked up once or twice, not recording when Cupid spilled important info, which angered Namjoon to no end. They weren’t amateurs, Yoongi should know better. Regardless, everyday Hobi transcribed the conversations between Yoongi and Cupid, adding more to the list and charts of the lies being told.

“Jun-Seo said that Jimin wanted to send you something, a welcome to the gang, gift,” Euna said over dinner.

Surprised and pouting, Yoongi responded, “A gift?”

“Knowing Jun-Seo and Jimin, it’s probably a Dae-Seong voodoo doll,” Euna shrugged.

“Okay, did they want to drop it off or give it to you?” Yoongi shrugged it off.

“Jimin wants to have dinner, the four of us,” Euna told him, sipping her wine.

Nodding again, Yoongi asked, “How do you feel about that?”

“I would rather not,” Euna said.

“Then we won’t.”

“Isn’t it part of being a family?” She asked, unsure what the protocol of a functioning family was.

“Having dinner? Didn’t we just witness Guadalcanal? You think the troops wanted to hang with the natives after they slaughtered them?” Yoongi scoffed. He hated how docile Cupid was towards her family, always doing what she thought was right, rarely what she wanted.

“Eh, it wasn’t that bad,” Euna responded.

“You’re shitting me,” Yoongi’s eyes were wide. “War is not normal, I mean, besides Iraq and Afghanistan, that’s normal.”

“No, I’m not. We’ve had far worse, that one was honestly, average. At least my mom made it through the entire meal, and no one broke a glass or threw a plate at Dae. They weren’t on their best behavior, but it was better than most meals we share,” Euna informed him.

“That’s toxic, psychotic, that’s fucking horrifying, Euna. You don’t have to put up with that.” Yoongi took her hand in his while she watched her roll her eyes.

“Didn’t you know that, though?” She snapped.

“Know what?”

“The Lee family, and Lee Enterprises, breeds nothing but toxicity and wages psychological warfare on every member of the inner circle. That’s why no one leaves,” Euna’s temper continued to flare throughout the night, sleeping as far from Yoongi as possible, barely acknowledging him as he slipped from her home the next morning.

Arriving at work the next day, Yoongi and the OT7 team spent an additional week tracing the longevity of careers at Enterprises, as well as tracking hirings, firings and workers who just disappeared from records.

“Who’s been there the longest?” Namjoon asked, files scattered across the conference table, writing strewn on the glass between offices. He was growing tired, a sign from the cold he’d acquired running a surveillance mission with their recent acquisition, a trainee ready to be put into the field.

“Not including the Lee family, that would include a somewhat distant Vanderbilt relative, a Henry Claypoole,” Yoongi said.

“Not a Korean?” Seokjin asked.

“No, the Lee’s didn’t rise into prominence until, well, it looks like the late 80s, when they did a market sample and it became apparent that an Asian-American owned company would serve better in the future than another fortune 500 owned by a white family, that and Vietnam had ended and American sentiment towards Asians of all kind was changing,” Namjoon responded.

“Once the Civil Rights Act passed, and the government continued to allow Asians immigrate, opinions were changing.” Yoongi added.

“It wasn’t that long after Vietnam though,” Seokjin was skeptical.

“It didn’t go over well, they hadn’t gone public until the early 2000s, so it balanced out. It was pretty hush-hush until the mid 90s when Claypoole died.” Namjoon pulled up the paperwork, passing it to Jin.

“Still, Vietnam, AIDs, their investors were okay with this?”

“At the heart of the Lee business model, is a relentless grab for power. They were making ins with the wealthiest families in Asia, Europe, UAE, Middle East and South America. There wasn’t a royal family or billionaire who hadn’t put their money in,” Namjoon told the men.

Curious, Seokjin asked, “Before it was Lee Enterprises, what was it called?”

“Claypoole & Lee Enterprises,” Hoseok responded. He’d forged a few older documents with their old insignia and water mark.

“CLE?” Jin had looked at their old stocks, comparing them to other companies when he was in college. They were a fickle company, always hard to pin down or predict.

“Yes,” Hoseok answered again.

“They changed their name?” Jin confirmed.

“It was a complete rebranding to help with their demographics, but it also made sense once Claypoole was six feet under.” Namjoon replied.

“The less American, the better?” Jin clarified.

“Exactly, better for the global image,” Namjoon adjusted his glasses before running a hand through his hair. Dark and quaffed, it fell back into place in gently swoops.

“Claypoole worked in the bank from day one,” Yoongi addressed the three men.

“Claypoole was just a figurehead, the original chairman of the board while Lee and his crew ran the company,” Namjoon said.

“How do their hiring practices measure up?” Hoseok asked, he spent zero time reading and understanding the internal workings of the company unless he has to write in a specific person’s voice.

“They accept applicants in pools, hiring in spring/summer, train in fall, then reevaluate the following spring. Their classes or cohorts are no more than ten people, with a few exceptions based on the market demands and company growth. Some years, specifically at the beginning of the tech boom, they hired fifty people, other years, six. It is fairly unpredictable,” Namjoon passed around another set of documents.

“The most tenured staff has been there for thirty years,” Yoongi said sipping his coffee.

“Yoongi, you haven’t had to sign an NDA?” Hoseok asked.

“No.”

“What about retention?”

“No one talks about retention. It wasn’t in my contract at all, no blind clauses or double language.”

“Has anyone left in the year you’ve been there?”

“Not that I’ve seen. No one talks about contracts or negotiation outside of the speculation of what will happen come May.”

“Their plans for negotiating contracts also vary by years spent, first years going through a level of hell that slowly descends as you work your way up the ladder,” Yoongi informed.

“Why would they want people to stay?” Hoseok asked.

“They’re all complicit? They knowingly are committing felonies, so staying means no one can hold it against them?” Yoongi suggested.

“An entire company of 200 people, all insider trading? All embezzling? That’s inconceivable,” Namjoon was unsure how realistic the possibility was.

“An entire company, minus one,” Jin whispered.

“Yoongi, how is our Cupid doing?” Hoseok smirked.

“She wants to move in,” Yoongi muttered.

“What?” Seokjin yelled.

“Yeah, oh, and her clothes have begun to infiltrate my closet,” Yoongi sipped his iced americano, his own making, a product of the espresso machine he had begged Namjoon to buy. The coffee ice cubes, a stupid idea from a pop-up video, had turned Yoongi’s favorite addiction into a godly experience.

“She wants to move in, with you?” Hoseok was shocked.

“Fuck off,” Snapped Yoongi.

“What else?” Namjoon asked.

“She’s been calling a lot, at random times in the day. She’s got snacks in her apartment for me, like really niche stuff. She bought a thousand-dollar bottle of whiskey for me, bought me a pair of silk pajamas that cost near $550. The worst of it all, and I swear, I swear, she’s developing an impregnation kink.”

Namjoon and Hoseok laughed, doubling over to hold their sides as they became consumed by the idea.

“Seriously?” Hoseok gasped.

“Whatever happened at that dinner has her scared shitless,” Seokjin remained calm, though the shock etched into his ageless features. “She’s never wanted kids.”

“Which is why it’s concerning,” Yoongi said.

“You stopped using condoms?” Namjoon dropped the laughter to stare at Yoongi. “Don’t tell me you stopped using-

Yoongi’s eyes widen, cheeks tinting pink as he blushes. “No, no, that’s how I know she’s developing this, obsession. She very vocally, wants my fucking seed.”

“Does she ask you not to use one?” Hoseok inquired.

“Yeah and tells me I can take it off and I don’t need to because she’s on birth control, which she isn’t.”

“Pull out?” Hoseok suggested.

“Oh yeah, the second least successful method to avoid pregnancy,” Namjoon laughed again.

“You can tell her you don’t want STI’s,” Jin offered.

“She’ll ask if I’m sleeping with other people,” Yoongi had gone through every option, there was no good solution. He pissed off Cupid, or he put himself at risk. Unwanted pregnancy was not how he was going to start off his mid-twenties. Fatherhood was not on the table, especially not with someone he at his core, didn’t love.

“Are you?” Jin wondered.

Rolling his eyes, “When would I have the time?”

“You’ve always been a one partner kind of guy,” Hoseok responded.

Confusion in his eyes, Yoongi tilted his head. “What does that even mean?”

“Just that-

“Yoongi, start distancing yourself, as gradually as possible,” Namjoon redirected.

“Roger that.”

It was a cliché, become a horrible partner to get the other person to break up with you so you didn’t have to. It’s even more of a cliché for the person hoping to be dumped to revert back to their pre-relationship behavior in order to get their partner to dislike them, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, that was exactly what Yoongi did. Frankly, he didn’t have to try very hard, though, to get Euna to be hurt by him.

Introverted in nature, he began by closing himself off to her, cancelling plans, bailing at the last second. He became withholding of sex and general intimacy, being standoffish when she tried to get him to open up, annoyed when she tried to use her wiles against him. He tapped into all the flaws past partners had accused him of and let them run wild.

It was slow at first, building up Cupid’s resentment towards him, for every step away from her he took, she took three more towards him. Her internet searches became solely based on ways to keep Yoongi, entrapment through a hole in the condom, or preying on him after a night of drinking. She lost all sense of what was acceptable, what was normal, and spun out completely. Cupid tried to track his phone, bought burners to call and catfish him, put extra security in place in his corner of Lee Enterprises to ensure she had eyes on him all day. Paranoia and obsession have no place in a healthy, stable relationship, but Yoongi couldn’t fault her for feeling both towards him.

The final straw, on Yoongi’s end, was a confrontation the night following Cupid’s weekly family dinner.

“Why didn’t you come to dinner? Who were you with?” Cupid demanded when she called Yoongi.

“I told you, I have a deadline and Matthew needs the plans before the market opens on Monday,” Yoongi reminded her.

“You’re not at work,” She snapped.

Calmly, Yoongi exhaled, “I’m at my apartment.”

“Why are you lying to me,” It wasn’t a question, but an accusation.

“I’m not lying, Euna, I am at home working,” Yoongi answered.

“Why don’t you ever come to dinner?”

“You said I didn’t have to, after the first one,” Yoongi reminded her.

Cupid scoffed, as if that was a true reason. “Jimin’s there, and recently, Dae’s wife has been making an appearance.”

“I would prefer to not engage with your family unless I have to. It blurs the lines of work and personal –

“But you’re dating me! You’re fucking me, you’re in love with me.” She rattled off, “Why does my family have to be the problem? What’s really going on?”

“What do you mean?” Yoongi was already tired of the conversation.

“You’ve been acting weird for months. You don’t want to sleep with me, you hardly stay over, you’re distant and weird,” Accusation after accusation, Yoongi had made a list himself of what she could potentially throw at him.

“I have been going through a lot, can’t you understand that?”

Scoffing again, Cupid responded. “You’ve been going through a lot? What about me?”

“Euna, I know I’ve been shit, I just-

“You don’t love me anymore, do you?” Bingo.

“What?” Yoongi feigned hurt.

“You’re not denying it,” She snapped.

“Do you really think that?”

“Yes, Yoongi, I do. I think you used me to get into good graces with the company so you can move up the ladder. Now that you’ve got some traction, you fucking don’t care about me or our relationship.”

“That’s crazy! When have I ever shown any sign of wanting to move up the corporate ladder? It wasn’t my idea to fall into bed with you, Euna, your mother set this up,” The angrier he pretended to be, the faster this would be over.

“Why are you acting like this if you’re still in love with me?” She demanded to know.

“I told you, works been chaotic and I –

“If work’s chaotic, why not tell me? I can change that.”

He held in a laugh, “That would be like nepotism but worse.”

“Are you saying this to make me feel better?” She asked, voice softening.

“Euna,” If only she could see him, eyes closed, glasses on his desk, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. He was tired. Tired of Euna, tired of working at this company, tired of lying. He didn’t often burn out on missions, but this had taken him to his edge.

“You don’t want to have sex, you don’t want me in your space, you cancel plans, you never answer my calls. Yoongi, are you cheating on me?”

“What?”

“You are, aren’t you?” She could feel the tears breaking through, the resolve of anger she had disappearing.

Yoongi took a deep breath, knowing she was going to throw up whatever she could until it stuck.

“Euna, stop,” Yoongi sighed.

“Then tell me what’s going on,” She whispered.

He had to say it, he had to otherwise this fight would continue on, resulting in an in person confrontation. “We should break up.”

The silence on the other end was worse than her screaming at him.

“What?” Her voice was still soft, a heartbroken whisper.

“We want really different things, and I don’t know if I can or will ever be able to give you what you need. I’m sorry, Euna, I am,” Yoongi said. He wasn’t a heartbreaker, he loved fiercely and passionately. But Cupid was a mark, plain and simple.

“Fuck you, Yoongi,” She spit.

“I’m sorry, Euna,” He laid on the apology.

“You had my heart,” She sniffled.

“I know,” He sighed.

“And you stomped on it, ran it over with an 18-wheeler, and threw it into a blender. Fuck. You.” Cupid was back to anger, coursing through her like lava down the side of Kilauea.

“I’m sorry,” He repeated.

“I want my stuff back, and I want you to put in your transfer at Lee Enterprises,” Her voice was fueled by anger and sudden heartache.

“A what?” Yoongi was shocked.

“Transfer, you can’t work under me after this,” She had switched to business mode. There was one thing Yoongi had remained impressed by, and that was Cupid’s ability to put the job over everything else, everyone else, not because she had to, because she wanted to.

“That’s unlawful,” Yoongi warned.

“I don’t care.”

“Euna,” He pleased.

“Transfer, or I will fire you.” An ultimatum, something she never wanted to be faced with.

“You can’t –

“Don’t. Test. Me.”

“Okay, I’ll do it Monday,” Yoongi compromised.

“You can send my stuff back, I don’t want to see you.” Cupid hung up. In her home, she threw her phone against the wall, watching it rebound onto the carpet before she fell to the floor, tears abounding. How many heartbreaks could she withstand? How many tears would fall at the emotions of another man, breaking her spirit? In some deep recesses of her subconscious, Dae-Seong’s words played through without a scratch. Maybe he’d been right.

Yoongi texted OT7, who no doubt had already known through the rapid transcription Hobi was almost certainly completing, or through listening to the fight go down. The receipts would show that Yoongi had followed orders as directed, he completed his mission, his mark had been hit. Hook, line and heartbreak. Looking at the calendar, he laughed darkly. Of course, he would break up with her days before Valentine’s Day.

Next: Codename The Mochi of It All

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What do you hope for? (Two shot)

Pairing: Hoseok X Reader

Genre: Vampire!au, mom!reader, Vampire!Hoseok, fluff, angst.

Summary: Having met the love of your life under such abnormal circumstances and having him push you out of his under such sorrowful circumstances, he realized after years that he gave you apart of him that allowed you to live with the pain.

Rating: 15+ (If the warnings trigger you please don’t read.)

Warnings: mentions of abortion, pregnancy.

Word Count: 4.2k

Notes: As many of you like the first shot, I don’t honestly feel that it matches the level of greatness... As it’s missing the smut factor, if you’d like it, send me asks, I can write a drabble or two of vampire!Hoseok. I do hope that it is to your liking babes.

Part 2: A Wish Granted in a Miracle

Nights passed since you went into that house. You were asked to stay in the hospital as your body was weak, it wasn’t anything that he did. Hoseok actually took care of you that night. He made sure that you were okay, it was you that caused this to yourself.

You had exhausted yourself trying to get into that mansion. Crying and banging against the door until you collapsed. The reason that you were hospitalized is because of the recurrence of that situation.

Going to that mansion everyday to just be able to see him again. It was futile. He would never allow the door open. After enough times, you began wrecking your body, leading you to the situation you’re in now.

Your mother forced you to take a break from college and you were hospitalized in an attempt to stop you from damaging your mental and physical state. The doctor would allow you to walk around the hospital’s premises and nothing more, it felt as if you were a caged bird.

Your freedom lies with Hoseok. You wanted to see him and that was the only thing that kept you from losing your sanity. It was the fact that you’d eventually get to see him if you got better. You even thought of bulldozing your way into the mansion.

As for your mother at the time, she had asked her high school classmate that had become a chief in the town police to check the building that is Hoseok’s home.

For some reason, he thoroughly checked the house and came out with nothing. Hoseok had let him in, you were sure. He just wanted them to let the whole situation go, he probably flipped the basement entrance into the wall so he wouldn’t see what you saw.

He didn’t even take him as sustenance. You wondered what was to happen to him if he didn’t feed for a long time.

You didn’t really know much about him, at least he didn’t give you the time to learn anything about him or his kind. That didn’t stop you though, you had asked your sister to bring in your laptop from your apartment as you weren’t allowed to retrieve it.

A few weeks passed and you are currently sitting by the window of your shared hospital room. Your roommates were an old lady that has at least a member of her family visit her daily. The other roommate’s in a coma and had one visitor that would come only twice a week at the specific time of four o’clock afternoons every Tuesday and Friday.

As for your third roommate… he passed away days ago without any visitors. You rarely laid on your bed other than the times you slept. Sitting by the window seal is what you do usually as you can gaze at his house from there.

The nurse walks in with her tray at hand. She smiles at the old lady as she heads towards. “Y/N. You need to stop sitting that close to the window.” She scolds her voice as gentle as ever. “Sorry. I don’t have a reason to stay here but you guys are keeping me here for no reason.” You complain about jumping to your feet.

Her eyes soften as she sighs. “I understand you, that’s why we’re doing the last tests so you can leave.” She smiles. “Really?!” You jump twice before enveloping her in a hug.

“Yes! So let’s do well on this test.” She giggles having you sit on the bed. After taking a few blood samples she asks you about how you feel and all is well. “Y/N, when was the last time you had your period?” Your blood runs cold. You haven’t had your period in more than a month at this point.

Your gaze falls to the ground, your heart begins to race. “What…?” Her worries fall into the right place. “Y/N? When was the last time you had intercourse?” She’s almost as panicked as you are.

“That night… the night I got locked away.” You sigh shaking your head, you couldn’t believe it. You couldn’t believe that your wish to see him again was granted to you in a miracle.

Most people your age would be devastated, they’d think their lives are ending or at the very least halting for a long while. You were happy, he left a part of himself with you. You knew that you loved him the moment he touched you.

Tears run against your cheeks. “Can we make sure of this? I want- to make sure it’s real.” You wrap your arms around her in an excited hug. “We’re happy about this?” She looks a bit confused.

“Delighted. I want to make sure that I’m pregnant.” You grin. “That sounds exciting.” The old lady coughs. “It is.” You jump. “Don’t do that. You might hurt the…” The nurse stops herself to smile.

You have so much to do. There is all the normal baby stuff that you have to look into and there is also the vampire side of the whole thing. Is it safe for you to carry the baby? Is it safe for the baby to grow in your body?

Your mother comes into the room a while after the nurse leaves. She held a bag of what you assumed were lunch. She was never the greatest cook but she tried her best, especially the last few days.

She takes a seat by your bed, she notices your excited exterior. “Do we have good news?” She peels an apple for you. “I do. At least for me.” You smile. You honestly have no idea how she’d react.

Your mom never finished college because she ended up having your sister around her last year of college. She always seemed regretful about missing out on finishing up her education.

The nurse walks in with a clipboard in hand. Giddy as she is you know what’s stated in those papers. She smiles once more. “Mom, I’m pregnant.” You close your eyes waiting for her to berate you.

“What?” Her voice being that low scared you even more than it would when she yells. “I’m pregnant.” You repeat. “Are you considering your options?” Her face’s rigid. She wants you to get rid of it.

“No. I’m having it.” You say making it sound final. “Do you know the father?” She looks down. “What? Of course I do. It’s not like I sleep around with whoever comes by.” She was insinuating something from her past inferiority complex.

“I need you to think about your future. You have to consider abortion.” She says quietly as if she’s almost ashamed. “No! Mom, I am not aborting my baby! Not for your inferiority complex or the fact that you’re living your dreams through me finishing college!” Everyone’s attention is on you.

“Y/N, if you do this I won’t pay for your college tuition or living expenses.” Her threats are petty, but you can’t believe that she thinks that low of your confidence to say no. “Fine by me. I’ll move elsewhere and get a full-time job.” You feel tears cascade against your cheeks.

“Y/N you don’t understand how difficult it is to be a single mother, at least I had your father…” Her voice breaks. “That’s exactly why you shouldn’t be telling me that you’d disown me if I have a baby but I guess it’d be your way or the door. And I’ll gladly choose the door. Nurse Min! Give her the discharge papers.” You stop your voice from breaking.

“Y/N please! You have to listen to me. I don’t want this to be how it becomes between us.” Tears ran down your mother’s face. “I can’t do that. I can’t let anything happen to my baby.” You covered your stomach protectively.

“We can discharge you in a couple of hours, we just need to have all the results of the tests to come out.” The nurse says as she tries to cut the tension in the room. “Please leave.” You tell your mother.

Your mother left after creating such a mess. Honestly you were embarrassed, as the other patients and some of the old lady’s family members were there to witness all that happened. You had closed the curtain around your bed to be able to cry without anyone seeing.

You pick up the phone to check the time and it’s three-fifty-nine. You place the phone on the table and sigh. The moment your back touches the pillow the curtain is hauled quite roughly.

He stands tall, maybe as tall as Hoseok. His hair’s raven black long enough to be tousled around his face covering a bit of his eyes. Skin so pale that it almost resembles Hoseok’s.

He’s wearing a black button up with black slacks. His long, pretty fingers encased with gleaming silver rings. A small silver chain lays just above his collarbone. As graceful as he seems there is a deadly aura about him.

He’s the only one that visits the patients that’s in a coma. His eyes narrow at you as he suddenly grabs your wrist roughly and hauls you out of your bed. He then begins to drag your struggling figure behind him out of the room.

You wanted to scream but it’s if there was a force in the air that’s stopping your mouth from opening. The old lady watches with terror, but just like you she isn’t able to open her mouth let alone move her body.

You keep struggling, though you stop the moment he glances at you with eyes that are deadly that you felt your spine tingle. “Please.” You manage to whisper. “I’m not going to hurt you… I just want to talk.” He then leads you into the rooftop of the hospital building.

He gently lifts you up because you aren’t wearing shoes. He places you on the bench by the roof garden that’s empty for some reason. “I’ve seen you at least five times since I came into this hospital. Why do you suddenly want to talk to me?” You say, voice so small.

“I can smell what’s in your womb. It’s kinda like me.” He mutters looking into the sky. “What? You’re a vampire?” You’re truly as startled as you can be. You never really thought about it but there are probably more than just him and Hoseok.

“So, whomever you slept with told you. It would be troublesome if you weren’t bearing his child.” He states. “He didn’t tell me I just figured it out. He bit me. And why would it be troublesome if I wasn’t pregnant?” You glance at your feet.

“Anyone that discovers our kind either gets killed or has their memories altered. But since no one wants to raise a half-breed, you live raising it the way you want. As a vampire if you want him to out live normal humans or as a human if you want him to live like you.” His hand lays on your stomach surprising you.

“What’s your name?” You ask. “Taehyung.” He mutters. “Why do you visit a human? Is she your lover?” You smiled. “No, she got herself in that situation stupidly trying to protect me.” His smile is so sad.

“Sorry, I won’t ask any further.” You mumble swinging your feet back and forth. “I can help you with this rascal. But, if you don’t mind me asking, where is his father?” He takes a glimpse at your suddenly saddened eyes.

“He’s hiding. We’re playing a really hard game of hide and seek. I know where he is but I can’t seem to open the door. Does that make any sense?” You chuckle awkwardly at your riddled answer.

His hand still laying on your stomach, “Yes, actually. Our kind had a rough time when yours knew about us. We loved your kind so much, you were precious to us. We’d rather be killed than hurt you. You didn’t feel the same. You haunted us in fear of our superior instincts. So we just made you forget that we exist and lived a lonely life.” He sighs.

“You are different though, you seem to care for this fella. How lucky he was to come across you.” He smiles. “Listen, I’ll help you navigate your way with this baby. And you do me the favor of telling me the name of this vampire. I might know him.” He holds your hand gently in encouragement.

“His name is Hoseok. He lives in that mansion.” You can point to it from where you are. “That’s unfortunate.” His voice becomes somber as pain is clearly apparent on his features.

“You know him. Then you can tell me how to open that door. Tell me how I can enter? I want to see him so bad.” Sobs begin escaping you all the sudden, your heart begins beating really fast.

“I can’t. No vampire can enter there. And humans can enter only if he allows it.” His voice lowers. “Then what am I supposed to do?” You covered your face.

“You can try lifting the curse. Hoseok was cursed into living in that mansion by himself for an eternity.” He wraps his arms around your shoulder to give you some shield from the sun.

“He fell in love with the wrong person and when she found out she cursed him out of disgust. She told him that he betrayed her feelings. The only way that he can escape the curse is if he kisses someone that truly loves him with all their heart.” He says.

“But I did that. I swear to you that I love him with all my heart!” You stand up. “I don’t doubt that for a second. But it’s not exactly on his lips more like where the curse symbol is on his body.” He explains.

“He won’t let me see him.” You pout, more tears run against your cheeks. “We’ll figure out a way. So just take care of yourself and him.” He places a hand on your stomach. “You’ve been calling it him for a while now.” You glare sniffing.

His laugh is so delightful. “Because it is a him.” You pout, “Way to ruin the surprise.” You giggle as you allow him to lift you once more.

You eventually ended up moving away from where you lived after quitting college. You’ve had a hard time but with the help of Taehyung you managed to survive pretty well actually. In your small apartment you live with your baby boy, Hyun.

Yes, six years passed since the day your mother disowned you. Hyun was worth it. He’s truly a blessing. He’s such a good boy. He enjoys taking care of you and Taehyung once he visits with his girl. He gives you cute massages when you need it. He tries to make you sandwiches but he fails miserably most of the time.

He reminds you greatly of Hoseok, even though you’ve known him for like a day. He cared for you just like that though.

Today’s the day that you’re going to see your family for the first time in six years. Your father had asked you to visit for Christmas as he missed you greatly, you did hesitate to agree but you missed them too, no matter what your mother might’ve done. You knew it was her way of care.

Sitting on Hyun’s bed you watch him pack his clothes into his tiny suitcase, eyes sparkling in excitement. “You seem happy?” You ask. “Yes, Hyunnie is going to meet Grandma and Grandpa.” He places the toothpaste with a giggle.

You’ve never badmouthed your family in front of him for disowning you. Actually you’d praise them. How good your father was at cooking because of your mom’s bad cooking, your mother’s tough love for you that helped shape you to be the best you could be, and your sister being your protector all throughout your life.

When he would ask why you couldn’t meet, you’d tell him that you got separated because Santa saw you were a bad kid many Christmas(s) ago. So he punished you.

You pull him into your lap. “Will the house you met daddy in, be there?” He asks as he plays with your thumb. “Yes, but daddy might not be there anymore.” You smile as you kiss the top of his head.

After putting him to sleep you head to your room to organize your suitcase. You sit on the floor as you feel your eyes stinging you with tears. “Fuck. I miss you, dickhead.” You wipe you tears with the back of your hand.

You’re standing in front of your parents’ house on the day before Christmas. Anxiety fills as you imagine how your mother might react to seeing Hyun. You take a deep breath then you ring the doorbell.

After a moment of shuffling the door opens. Your mother stands in front of you. She looks a little different. She has a few wrinkles and maybe a few gray hairs. Her eyes are wide. Hyun runs from behind you and jumps into her arms. “Grandma! Hi!” He giggles in her arms. “Hyunnie!” You hurry to take him off of her, she stops you.

“How glad am I to meet you baby.” She kisses his forehead. You feel a few tears escape your eyes.

She lets him in to meet the rest of the family. “I’m nervous to ask, why does he not hate us?” She asks, a glint of guilt comes into her eyes. “As far as he knows, we couldn’t be together because I was on Santa’s naughty list many years ago.” You smile as you rub her arm gently.

You sat with your family as Christmas eve passed quickly. Your family made sure that the both of you got gifts on Christmas. Which was very nice of them. As for Hyun, he made all of them cards and chose best-grandparents slash aunt shirts for them.

After the night ended you both fell asleep in your old room, that your mother made sure was cleaned to an extreme. She has apologized to you well over twenty times that night. She felt extremely bad after she met Hyun, as a good boy he was.

You open your eyes as your alarm rings to wake you up. You move your hand up and down in search of your baby boy. The moment you notice that he wasn’t there you jump up in panic. You call your mother asking if she hasn’t seen him and then you see that his shoes weren’t at the door.

Hoseok had a few visitors in his mansion in the past six years. As usual a bunch of kids sneaking in as their friends would challenge them to face their fears.

He’d only feed to sustain himself. After he’d knock the visitors out of conciseness and withdraw blood from their passed out figures.

The only person that he was never able to forget is you. He wondered for so long how you were doing as you stopped visiting him years ago.

They weren’t really visits, more like excruciating begging from your side and guilt from his. He knew that he couldn’t see you. You didn’t have the ability to help him. No human was. He tried to get the curse to stop but it never works. No human ever truly loved him like the said they did.

He sits on his bed as he feels a person enter the mansion. A short person? A kid. His face scrunches up in confusion as he closes his to sense his presence more accurately. The kid smelled familiar yet he couldn’t put his fingers on it.

Hyun wanders around the hallway in hopes to find the door you’d describe to him every night before bed. Most kids would ask their parents to tell them a bedtime story, Hyun wanted to hear the story of how you met Hoseok.

You would tell him that you entered this old mansion when you were younger because you had to face your fears. You ended up meeting his daddy. He hugged the fear out of you as you talked all night. Then like magic with love Hyun was in your belly.

He would hear the details of the scary door that was at the bottom of the stairs and how it held something so precious all though it might’ve pushed people away.

Hoseok doesn’t really know what to do. He had never seen kids at least not as young as Hyun come into the house. He contemplates just letting him back outside, but then again he was curious. What would a kid this young be doing here? Why would he not be scared?

The hallway flipped and Hyun could see the staircase that you described to him. The door at end of it wasn’t as scary as you told him, or just maybe because the person that you love, his daddy is behind that door, it didn’t seem as terrifying to him.

His small feet lead him down the stairs slowly as he didn’t want to trip. As he reaches by the door, Hoseok doesn’t expect what he hears, “Daddy? Are you in there?” A tiny voice mumbles. “Please open the door.” He continues.

Hoseok’s hand clasps around the doorknob when he hauls the door towards him he sees this cute short figure standing in front of him. His eyes are shining with excitement, lips curved in a smile that seems so familiar to him.

Hyun wraps his arms around his calf as his head reaches a few centimeters above his knees, “Daddy!” He giggles as tears ran against his cheeks. “I missed you.” He laughs as he cries.

“I’m not your dad kid, Hyun.” He smiles as he sits on his knees to meet his gaze. “You are too. Mommy always told me how she met you here.” He hugs his neck. “Mommy?” He questions wrapping his arms around his shoulders.

You had looked for Hyun for hours, not being able to find him you thought to head into the mansion. You always told him about it, he might as well be extremely curious.

You are on your feet in front of his mansion once more after six years. Gripping the doorknob you miraculously open it. The moment you are inside you begin running through the familiar hallways. As you search for the staircase you realize that Hoseok might be distracted. The house wasn’t shifting.

You see the staircase that you weren’t able to forget for even a second. You skip as you jog down the stairs. Slamming the door open you see Hyun sitting on the bed and Hoseok standing about to hand him an apple.

As Hoseok turns around to see the source of the loud sound as can’t believe that he didn’t notice a presence for being occupied, you jump slamming your body against his. His hands hold your waist as he takes in the scent he could never forget.

You slam your lips against his as you wrap your arms around his neck, earning an ‘ew’ from your son. “How’d you get in?” He pulls you away. “You left the door open, idiot.” You kiss him again.

“You need to leave.” He mutters as his hand pulls you away. “Hell no, I won’t. I can’t live without you, you need to understand that.” You attempt to hold your tears in front of Hyun.

Hyun jumps off of his bed and he hugs your leg. “What’s wrong mommy? Are you sad?” His hand caresses your calf. “Mommy?” Hoseok questions.

“Yes. Hyunnie is my son.” You place your hand on his head. “What have you told him about me?” His voice is trembling. “Why does he call me dad?” He holds your chin.

“Because he is your son.” You grip the hand that holds your chin gently. “Do you know how impossible that is? A hybrid child?” He breathes. “I know. I heard from Taehyung. But I haven’t slept with anyone but you in my whole life.” You lay a gentle kiss on the inside of his palm.

A moment of silence passes, a gentle light illuminates on his hand for the briefest of moments. You aren’t really sure what’s happening but his eyes fill up with tears. “What’s wrong?” your voice breaks in worry and Hyunnie’s eyes are wide at his tears.

Hoseok wordlessly envelopes you in the tightest hug you probably have felt. “You do love me…?” He kisses all over your face earning another ‘Ew’ from Hyun.

“Of course I do. You made my wish come true with a miracle. Then I get to see because of this miracle.” You pull up Hyunnie into your arms.

Hoseok takes Hyunnie from you with the happiest smile he could ever give. “I love you so much. I just didn’t expect you to feel the same, it hasn’t happened before.” He says as he heads towards the door of the room.

Watching his back as he exits the room makes you realize that you broke the curse, you truly did love him. As your wish came true with the miracle he gave you, he wanted you to know that you were his hope, his miracle, and what he wished to be with.

He turns around to clasp your hand in yours as his feet move up the stairs of the old mansion. Leaving his past to be with his future.

Part 1 - Be Careful What You Wish For

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animeniacss · 4 years

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6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 31 - Closer Than Ever

Synopsis: 6 years. That’s all it can take to take another look at someone and see that they have completely changed. You were once an eager 20-year-old, with your dreams all in view, and Jung Hoseok at your side to view them with you. However, after a break up the end of your junior year of college, everything seemed different. Now, you’re a recently divorced single mother of two, and your life is nowhere near what you thought it would be. However, after reuniting with Jung Hoseok, you may just be able to capture a little bit of that exciting youth you once knew so long ago.

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy)

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 4.6k words

Chapter 31 - Closer Than Ever

It was a normal day in Seoul, and a young man was walking down the street, pushing a stroller with a sleeping baby inside. He was looking around, trying to get some errands done for the rest of the day before he had to head home. It was a nice day, but he still had so much to do. A groan of frustration left his lips as he ruffled his hair, his other hand gripping onto the stroller as he pushed it along until he reached the corner. The flashing red light stopped him in his tracks, allowing him to finally pull out his list of errands.

“Okay, Hyun. We’re almost done, we just need to run to the grocery store and get some formula, then to the bank, so I can take out more money for the rent then…” he grumbled on, glancing down at the little girl who was staring up at him curiously, listening to her father talk even though she had no idea what he was saying. “Then maybe we can go to the park and you can run around?” The little girl clapped her hands in excitement, the idea of the park, one of the few words she recognized, always excited her. “Okay, deal.” He said gently. Looking up, he saw the light preparing to flash green. Just as he did, he was preparing to cross, when suddenly, a car pulled up directly in front of him. Red and blue lights flashed on top of the white cruiser, which had a few dents on it. “Woah.” Quickly, the man pulled his stroller back towards his chest and watched the car turn off. It wasn’t long before the doors opened and two individuals opened the doors and stepped out. The man, slamming the driver’s door, approached the stroller holding individual.

“Yoo Shin-Il?” He asked. The man glanced down at his stroller, then back to the police. His heart was pounding.

“Yessir.” He said simply, his hands gripping the stroller handles. The cops got closer, the female kneeling down to occupy the confused toddler, while the male approached Shin-Il. “Can I…help you?”

“I’m Officer Myung-Dae and this is my partner Officer Chun-Hei. We need to ask you some questions about a case we’re investigating.” Myung-Dae said simply. Shin-Il blinked, glancing down at Chun-Hei, her hands playfully lifted up as she played with the little girl.

“Uh, this isn’t really a good time.” He said. “I have errands to run and my daughter-.” Myung-Dae stopped him, simply by lifting a hand, he had Shin-Il silent.

“I want to assure you my partner will keep your daughter safe while you and I talk. Besides, it’s urgent. The faster you help us, the faster you can return to your errands.” Shin-Il let out a shaky breath, and Myung-Dae smiled. “Nervous?”

“I’ve never been asked to visit the police station before.” He admitted. “But I don’t even know of any crimes I could’ve done, I-.” Shin-Il watched as Myung-Dae let out a deep groan of annoyance, and Shin-Il’s heartbeat sped up.

“…I have enough evidence to arrest you here and now. Don’t make me do it in front of your daughter.” He hissed. Myung-Dae’s face went as white as a sheet, and he was completely silent. “I’ll take the silence as an agreement?” He asked. Chun-Hei gently scooped the little girl into her arms. “Good thing I keep a spare car seat in this car for my daughter.” He pointed to the car, watching as Chun-Hei walked over and set the toddler inside, before shuffling Shin-Il towards the car as well.

The ride to the police station was silent. Shin-Il sat beside his daughter’s car seat, who was calm, thankfully, due to the cops not wanting to overly spook her by randomly arresting Shin-Il out in public. Shin-Il tried to keep a calm demeanor, relaxed as if this was all a big misunderstanding.

But Myung-Dae did not seem like the kind of officer who was easily swayed by wide eyes and cute toddlers.

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Yuna was sitting in the backyard with the girls, who were running around and enjoying the beautiful, sunny day together, playing with some toys that Taehyung had scattered around for them when they came to visit. Min Ja was teaching Hyo Bin how to hula hoop, but she was not yet getting the hang of it, like Min Ja. Yuna had tried multiple times to get you out of your room, but you refused, not wanting to talk about the embarrassment that you had to endure in front of practically everyone you knew. When Taehyung arrived home, about thirty minutes after you did, he made a beeline towards your room. Your parents had stayed behind with the prosecutor, who was waiting for updates from the judge on what they were going to do with this new information.

“Please talk to me.” Taehyung begged, banging on the door. All he could hear on the other side was soft sniffles, most likely muffled by a pillow over your face. “Noona, please.”

“Just leave me alone. I don’t want anyone to see me right now.”

“Noona, if you think we’re upset, that’s the farthest from the truth.” He assured gently. “Please let me in.” He heard the bed creak, and footsteps padding towards the door slowly. When the door finally did open, Taehyung saw you on the other side. Your eyes were puffy, tears wiping away the makeup you had so carefully applied this morning. All that running had caused your hair to fall out of place, looking as if you had just woken up. You were still in your dress, which was wrinkled and slightly tear-stained around the shoulders. Taehyung sighed. “Noona…” he said gently.

“I look awful, I didn’t want anyone to see me.” You sighed. Taehyung smiled.

“To be fair, I saw you when that scumbag boyfriend of yours in high school cheated on you, and you looked a lot worse that time than you do now.” He said. Wiping your eyes, you let out a shaky breath. “Are you okay?” He asked.

“I’m sorry…” you said. “I wanted to tell you guys…”

“I know.”

“That lawyer was kind of right; I didn’t want to tell you guys I was going to be an unmarried mother. I thought I could do it on my own.” Taehyung scoffed.

“Hoseok-Hyung didn’t even know?” he asked. You shook your head.

“He found out when Weong-Bin and I had gotten into that huge brawl a while back.” You admitted, eyes cast onto the floor. Suddenly, you felt two loving arms wrap around you, pulling you tightly into a hug. A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you rested against his chest. “I’m sorry I worried you guys. How did Mom and Dad take it?” You asked.

“They were shocked, but I’m sure once they’re home you’ll see they don’t hate you.” Taehyung assured, his hand resting in your hair, much as yours had done for him after his testimony got twisted around. It comforted you and made you feel better. “I really just don’t want to stop hugging you until you promise that you’ll be okay and know we don’t hate you at all…” he said. You sighed, offering him a tight squeeze.

“I know.” You said simply. “I know, I really do. I’m sorry I kept it a secret, but I really meant to tell you guys….” Taehyung smiled.

“Well, I’m sure that baby is doing just fine, you know?” he hummed. “And I’m sure it would’ve turned out to be exactly like Hobi-Hyung…” You chuckled a bit. “I mean...exactly.”

“The nurse actually told me the same thing.” You said, glancing up at your brother. “…OH! Speaking of, I need to call Hoseok…” as you pulled out your phone, it began to vibrate. “Uh…” glancing at the Caller ID, the name Hobi flashed on top. “Wow.”

“You both must share the same wavelength or something.” Taehyung mumbled, watching as you answered it.

“Hello?”

“Yoongi-Hyung told me what happened…” Hoseok said. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there.”

“It’s not your fault.” You assured softly. “I should’ve told them sooner…but it’s okay. Taehyung’s here and I’ll probably see my parents when they come back home. I’m sure the trial ended for the day since I ran out of there so fast, I didn’t even think about it…” You could hear Hoseok let out a soft chuckle of amusement as he listened to you ramble. “How are you feeling?”

“Better. They said I should be let out within the next few days.” Hoseok coughed slightly into his hand, groaning a bit. “I can’t wait to be out of here. The food is just awful.” A giggle escaped your lips. “Hmmm…do you think you can sneak me in some chicken?” he asked curiously. You glanced at Taehyung, who could hear Hoseok over the phone. He waved you off.

“Go.” He said softly. “I’ll watch the girls until you get home.” Nodding, you turned your attention towards the door, heading towards it as you grabbed your purse and jacket on the way.

“I’ll be right over.” You said, slipping your shoes on. Hoseok cheered in delight before you finally hung up the phone. Letting out a deep sigh, you glanced down at your stomach. Taehyung saw you stop at the door, and your head lower, so he stepped closer.

“Everything alright?” he asked curiously. You looked over at him, placing a hand over your stomach. This wasn’t how you wanted to share the news, but you couldn’t bear if something happened again that paralleled what happened all those years ago. Letting out a deep breath, you stepped back towards Taehyung, looking up at him. He could see your eyes were trembling.

“I need to talk to you first, but it has to stay a secret between you and me right now.” Taehyung blinked, nodding his head in understanding.

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Hoseok sat happily in the waiting room for you, holding his IV bag that was constantly giving him fluids. The waiting room was bustling with patients being reunited with friends and loved ones after weeks or months of treatment in a dull, sometimes terrifying hospital.

The two loves of my life-. Hoseok thought as he hummed happily to himself. Chicken and my loving girlfriend. Maybe I should be sick more often~.

As Hoseok waited in absolute bliss for your arrival, he saw a man standing a few feet away, arms crossed as he looked around. It seemed he was waiting for someone to get released, and Hoseok could see the excitement in the man’s eyes, despite being so far away.

“Mr. Baek, Patient Baek Song-hye is ready to be released.” A nurse called out, and the man looked over. A woman, most likely similar in age to the man, walked over to him. She was still wearing her hospital gown, and her hair was extremely short, looking as if she had just recently begun to grow it. Hoseok watched as she stepped towards him, her steps turned into walking before she broke into a run. Mr. Baek was there, arms open as he watched the woman spring happily into his arms, and he hugged her with all the force he could muster. Hoseok could see on Mr. Baek’s finger, a sparkling wedding band that seemed to shine exceptionally bright now that it’s partner was so nearby, practically within reach. It made Hoseok think to the little velvet box that he managed to grab as quickly as he could when the fire broke out. He had given it to Namjoon when he first woke up, making him swear to keep it safe. Namjoon did so, determination on his face. However, Yoongi was quick to take it into his possession instead to make sure that the promise, nor the ring, were broken accidentally. As Hoseok watched the couples happy reunion, after what must have been months apart, he heard someone calling his name.

“Hobi! Sorry, I’m late!” He glanced up, seeing you shuffling your way past the few people in the waiting room heading in and out, a plastic bag clutched in your hand as you hurried towards him. Hoseok was quick to stand up, a grin stretched on his face. It had only been a few days, if even since he got to see you last. Back when you sobbed in his arms right after this entire event occurred. However, at this moment, he knew exactly how Mr. Baek must have felt after all that time away from his wife. He grinned, opening his arms as you hurried into them, before squeezing you into a hug that you were quick to return. “Hey~!” you cheered. Hoseok smiled down at you, just happy to see you so close again. As he got a good look at your features, he saw a huge grin on your face. However, Hoseok also noticed the stress that this day had obviously had on you thus far. Your face was still showing hints of red, your eyes still slightly puffy. Your smile was able to hide it to most, but Hoseok knew immediately that was only an attempt at a mask, most likely to make him feel less worried. However, you didn’t realize it only made him worry more.

“What took you so long, I was lonely and these chairs aren’t as comfortable as they look.” He pouted a bit. You giggled, holding up the plastic bag.

“The line was long.” You said simply.

“Well, you’re here now, and the chicken smells so good. So, I’ll let it slide.” Hoseok smiled, both of you giggling. Hoseok did not want to wait anymore, taking your hand as he led you out of the waiting room and up towards his room, eager to feast on the delicious chicken. The two of you entered the white room and Hoseok led you to the bed, pulling over his rolling table. As you nestled beside him, you set the bag down and opened it, pulling out little boxes of steaming hot chicken that made Hoseok squeal in absolute delight. “I’m glad you like it.” You hummed, opening the boxes. “Let’s eat.”

“Oh yeah, let’s.” He said, not wasting any time to grab a set of chopsticks and beginning his feast. You weren’t far behind, picking up a piece of chicken and putting it in your mouth. As a loud crunch of delicious, crispy chicken echoed throughout the room, Hoseok let out a deep, satisfied hum of absolute bliss. “Oooooh man, this is so goooood.” He hummed through a mouth full of chicken, having to quickly cover his mouth to avoid any of the food falling out of it. You laughed a bit as you watched him swallow. “As much as I love chicken, I can’t wait to be out of here so I can taste your delicious cooking again.”

“You should’ve said so, I would’ve brought some kimchi or something.”

“No, no.” Hoseok said. “I want to eat your cooking again surrounded by the entire family.” He said simply. “So, for the next few days, I must be strong so that I earn your kimchi.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his logic, and he chuckled. “I’m so excited.”

“Me too. Even though everyone has been at the house, it’s really lonely…” Hoseok reached a hand up, placing it gently in your hair and giving it a gentle shake. You smiled, taking this moment to gently rest your head on Hoseok’s shoulder, setting down your chopsticks. Hoseok looked down at you, putting another bite of chicken into his mouth. He could sense the anxious aura around you, which he expected after what had happened today.

“How are you doing?” he asked. “I couldn’t imagine how you must be feeling after court.” You sighed, feeling Hoseok’s hand drop from your hair and onto your back, his fingers gently gliding up and down to provide you with a calming sensation.

“I was worse when I first got home…I think I cried it all out, though.” You said simply, a chuckle escaping your lips. “I just want it all to be over, but I’m sure I’ll have to go back tomorrow…” Hoseok smiled.

“Well it’ll be over soon. You got the worst part done…”

“I should’ve told my parents and Taehyung about the miscarriage earlier. This wouldn’t have happened.” Hoseok shrugged. “He tried to say me lying about my miscarriage to my family means I’m lying about the abuse too.”

“Well I’m sure he and Weong-Bin are the only ones that see that.” Hoseok assured. “Don’t let him win. You’ll be just fine.” He assured. “And once I see him, I’ll beat him up myself.” Now, you couldn’t help but laugh., glancing up to see Hoseok’s playfully tough face. “What? Why are you laughing?” He asked curiously, his face immediately switching from the tough one to his usual and more genuine soft face.

“You’re just so silly.” You said, nudging him playfully. Finally, you lifted your head from his shoulder and reached out to take your chopsticks into your grasp once again, lifting up another piece of steaming and crunchy chicken. “Now eat up and stop making empty threats before I eat all the chicken.” Hoseok gasped, scrambling to lift up his chopsticks again as he reached out to take another piece of chicken, along with some rice in a little recyclable tub.

“No, no. I want some. I asked for it.” He pouted. You laughed, watching as he practically started shoveling food into his mouth. He looked over at you and grinned a bit, both of you immediately getting into a playful match with your chopsticks. You reached out to take a piece, and Hoseok swallowed his current bite, gasping. “Noooo. I want that piece, it looks so crispyyyyyy!” You grinned, lifting the piece up and holding it close to your mouth. Hoseok whined your name, pouting once again. Hoseok continued to whine playfully as you continued to hold the steaming food near your mouth. “Let’s slip it then.” He said. You pouted, finally leaning over and putting the piece closer to his mouth, allowing the both of you to reach out and take a bite. Hoseok grinned, leaning in to take his bite. However, you were quick and stuffed the entire piece in your mouth. Hoseok dropped his chopsticks onto the little table, watching as you chewed the entire piece in your mouth. When you saw the shock and betrayal on your boyfriend’s face, you couldn’t help but cover your mouth and begin to laugh. “That was so…that hurt worse than the fire, that’s for sure…”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.” You said after finally swallowing your bite of food. “You can have the rest of the chicken, I swear.” Hoseok pouted, looking down at the still half-full case of chicken. He looked back up at you, seeing the wide grin on your face. No longer did he sense that anxious aura that was shielding your body only moments before, with red skin and puffy eyes, but he was seeing glimpses of the old, more jovial you that he had come to love. He couldn’t help but laugh a bit, finally continuing to eat the chicken while you simply kept snagging from the rice tub.

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In the dim, dark interrogation room, Shin-Il sat quietly. His fingers drummed against the table, providing a constant noise that echoed the tiny room. He was in there alone the entire time, with nobody coming into the room, and of course, him being unable to leave. His daughter was still in the care of Chun-Hei, thankfully, which gave him a slight piece of mind. Myung-Dae had brought him inside, setting him down and assuring him he would be back as soon as he got all the information together. That was twenty minutes ago, and Shin-Il just wanted to go home. Just as Shin-Il was getting overwhelmed and anxious, the door opened, and Myung-Dae stepped in.

“How’s Hyun?” Shin-Il asked quickly as he watched Myung-Dae sit down, setting a manila envelope onto the table.

“She’s asleep right now. I have Chun-Hei watching her until everything is taken care of.” Myung-Dae said simply. “Now, like I said when we picked you up. I have enough evidence of you committing a double arson three nights ago that can land you in jail for the rest of your life.” Shin-Il blinked.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He said simply. Myung-Dae scoffed, passing the manila envelope to Shin-Il.

“You’re a terrible liar.” Myung-Dae said simply. He motioned to the envelope. “Go on, look inside.” He said simply. Shin-Il hesitated but eventually opened up the folder. The first two pictures inside were black and white images of the dance studio, shown from the camera of a store across the street, as well as the apartment building about 30 minutes later. As Shin-Il looked, he only saw one person in both frames, standing with his back facing the cameras. He could see something large in the man’s hand at the dance studio, but it was gone as he entered the apartment building about 30 minutes later. Myung-Dae leaned forward, silently moving those pictures away to expose two others. One was of the figure, now turning to exit the scene as slight flames could be seen erupting from the studio, and the other showing the figure fleeing the apartment moment before the flames alerted other tenants. Paperclipped was the image of the individuals face, blown up by a tech expert in order to turn the blurry and pixelated photo into a clear one. Shin-Il then found himself staring directly at a picture of himself. He chewed his lip, glancing up at Myung-Dae. “You’re also an idiot,” Myung-Dae said simply. ‘

“…This isn’t-.”

“Don’t say it isn’t you. Don’t. I know it is. What I want to know is why.”

“…Why?” Shin-Il asked.

“Yes. Why?” Shin-Il closed the folder, looking up at Myung-Dae. “What do you have against this family that you tried to torch two children?”

“I didn’t-.”

“Don’t LIE TO ME!” Myung-Dae slammed his hand down on the table, making Shin-Il jump in fear of the policeman before him. “Don’t do it. It’ll do you a world of good if you just come clean now…” Myung-Dae watched as Shin-Il leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. There was a horrible look of anxious terror in the eyes of this young man. “Look…how old is your daughter?” he asked curiously.

“She’s…about one and a half.” He said.

“Where’s her mother?” he asked curiously. Shin-Il let out a shaky breath.

“She died of a drug overdose…about 6 months ago.” He said softly. “She ended up leaving us in lots of debt…because of the drugs and stuff…” Myung-Dae let out a shaky breath.

“I’m really sorry to hear.” Myung-Dae said. “You must have really been in dire straights for money.”

“It’s been tough, especially with funeral expenses. We’ve managed, though.” Myung-Dae nodded. “And on top of being fired from a good job, yeah, it’s been hard. Doesn’t help that I’m sitting here being interrogated for something I-.” He saw Myung-Dae gives him a glare, his eyes telling Shin-Il that if he wanted to avoid any more intimidation from Myung-Dae, he would not finish that sentence. So, he didn’t. He saw the corner of Myung-Dae’s lips turn up into a smirk. “…Why are you smiling?”

“No reason. It’s just amazing that your daughter is going to grow up knowing about this.” Shin-Il blinked. “You can help yourself out, even just a little bit…who put you up to this?”

“Nobody. I didn’t even do this!” Shin-Il snapped again.

“Liar. We have phone records.”

“Then why are you even asking me?!”

“I want to hear it from you before those results come back that match your phone number to the ones we have on file. I want to hear it from you before we get a 10-point match for the fingerprints on those cloths, on those lighter fluid cans. I want to hear it from you before all of that before a lunatic man gets away with trying to recruit a sad, pathetic man like you into murdering his family.” Shin-Il blinked. “There were two little girls, barely older than yours. What if that were her? What if she were the mother one day…wouldn’t you want justice against the man that tried to hurt that beautiful little girl?” Shin-Il had to chew on his lip, trying to remain calm despite the bubble of guilt that was forming in his chest. Myung-Dae knew he was close to breaking this kid, and he let out a shaky breath. “Shin-Il, you have these next few minutes to make everything right. To pay for what you did, and to let your daughter grow up with some sliver of respect for you…”

By now, Shin-Il was frantically rubbing his eyes, which were turning redder every second. Myung-Dae had to admit, he felt bad. Nowhere in this scenario did Shin-Il scream ‘blood-hungry killer’, he seemed like he could’ve been a good man and father had it not been for the pressure that crippling death and mourning had placed on his tiny shoulders. Yet still, he did what he had done and it was time to pay the price.

“…I don’t have any family…what will happen to Hyun?” Shin-Il choked out. Myung-Dae nodded.

“I know good places she can go where she will be safe. That much I promise. Maybe, with your help in putting away the bastard that made you do this, I’ll use that as a sign of good faith. You may be out of jail to see your grandchildren graduate high school….” Shin-Il choked out another sob at the thought of that. “…How old are you?”

“…Twenty…” he said softly. Myung-Dae nodded.

“…If you answer now, maybe it’ll be when they graduate from middle school.” Myung-Dae said gently. “I have no certainty, but I’ll put in a good word.” After Shin-Il continued to cry, Myung-Dae reached over to a small table tissue box that was kept on the window of the interrogation room, pushing it towards the boy, allowing him to blow his nose and wash his face. He was silent, knowing that once Shin-Il had calmed down, he would have all of the answers. The evidence was still processing, and would not likely not be ready for a few days, but a confession was enough. After a moment, the room was silent, and Shin-Il finally looked up at Myung-Dae with shaky eyes that were red with guilt and sorrow.

“Okay…” he said. “Okay, I did it…” he said. “I burnt both places….and I knew that family was inside one of them when I did it…” Myung-Dae let out a deep sigh. “I wouldn’t have done it if it were just up to me, I swear.” Shin-Il watched that smirk return onto Myung-Dae’s face, though it was slight, it was radiating off an absolute victory.

“Then who…put you up to this?” Myung-Dae asked softly. Shin-Il watched Myung-Dae reopen the file, and he shuffled around some papers. Shin-Il pulled out a reference picture of you. In the photo, you stood in front of the petting zoo, Hyo Bin clinging to you with a look of pure terror on her face as an alpaca poked its head over one of the gates. Meanwhile, Min Ja and Hoseok were petting the animal with absolute delight. Shin-Il sighed, pushing the picture away to reveal a familiar faced individual, standing in front of a grey wall to have his photo taken, a cold, blank expression on his face. Shin-Il pointed to him.

“…Cho Weong-Bin.” He said simply. “I used to work with him before I got fired…he told me to do it.”

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Pairing: Demon Yoongi×Reader

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-(Mɪɴ Yᴏᴏɴɢɪ- Dᴇᴍᴏɴ)-

Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒｏｎｅ

You stared at your thighs, your fingers clenching around the thin lace that covered your body. The room was dark apart from the moonlight that shone from the windows, your eyes constantly going over the black mark on your wrist.

It wasn't just any mark though. Only those who were chosen by demons had it. And you had a bigger and more prominent mark. Because you weren't just chosen by any demon. You were chosen by Min Yoongi, one of the two sons of the present high lord who ruled the world. He went by the name Asmodeus all around the world.

The world that was once under humans had now become a feeding ground for demons. They ruled the world, all countries having their own demon kings. But Min Yoongi?

He was the future high lord, the king of all demons. And to become a king, he needed a queen. A human queen so that humans didn't rebel against the king's rule. You didn't know how you ended up here but all you knew was that the black ink on your wrist had been there since you were 13.

You still recalled how you were wandering around the dark forest, collecting all kinds of flowers and stones that caught your eye even if it was forbidden for humans to enter the woods after dark.

That's when you had met him, the pale skinned man with piercing black eyes who stood at a distance and stared at you while you struggled to pick a flower which was situated deep in the bushes. He approached you slowly, making sure you had his attention when he spoke.

"What are you doing here in the forest, little one? You should be at home." His gentle voice had you staring at him in curiosity.

"I will do what I want. Being at home is boring anyway." You retorted, crossing your arms and glaring at the flower that was too stubborn to come to you. You heard the man chuckle, the sound resonating in the stretch of the woods.

"Brave thing, aren't you? Do you know who you're talking to?" He asked, tilting his head to the side and bending down to your eye level. You narrowed your eyes, goosebumps rising on your skin when you saw his black eyes. They were completely black, unlike yours. But they were pretty. As pretty as a deer's.

"I don't know who you are. I just want that flower." You stated, pointing at the black rose that held a certain sparkle to it. The man turned his head to see what you were pointing at. He immediately shook his head at you. "That flower isn't just any flower, little one. If I give that to you, you will be indebted to me." He answered making you frown in confusion.

"What does that mean?" You questioned, your lips pouting in disappointment. He smiled, pausing for a moment before answering.

"It means you will have to fulfill a wish of mine. Will you do that?" He asked in response, making you nod your head furiously. You didn't know that the black rose was gonna bind you to him. It was sacred in the demon realm and they brought it with them. If you accepted it from the hands of a demon, it meant that you were willing to sell your soul to him.

The black eyed man flicked his wrist, sending black smoke in the direction of the rose. You gaped in awe as the rose came off it's stem and towards you, held by nothing but the smoke. Before the rose could reach you, the man held it in his own hands.

"Don't forget your promise to me, little one. I'll come for you someday." He said, handing you the rose. You grinned at him, squealing in excitement when you held the rose in your hands.

And that's how you had sealed your fate. The man's face was a blur to you but you knew it was him when he appeared at your doorstep on the day of the choosing.

You had taken the sacred rose from the hands of Min Yoongi, the demon prince at that time. He had chosen you to be with him.

The door to the big lavish room opened, revealing your to-be husband walking inside with a delightful smirk on his lips. His eyes danced over your body, humming on seeing the white lace that barely covered you. It showed off your skin but this was what you were given to wear.

"Are you ready to fulfill my wish, petal?" He cooed, placing his knees on the bed as he crawled to you. Your breathing grew heavy, your cheeks heating up as you looked away. A soft gasp escaped your lips when he placed a finger on your chin, turning your face to look at you.

You hesitantly looked at his eyes, noticing that they weren't completely black anymore. His hot breath fanned your lips, his other hand snaking around your waist and pulling you into his lap. "Answer me, petal. Let me hear your pretty voice." He said, caressing your cheek as gently as he could. His touch had you clenching your legs together, your body burning with want. "Yes.." you replied, a hushed whisper making its way to his ear.

His eyes darkened in response, the same eyes that you had seen when you first met him. He brushed his lips against yours, making you close your eyes immediately as you clenched your fists by your side. He seemed to notice, his hands now holding yours and placing them around his neck.

"You and I will be one after tonight, petal. Inseparable and together for eternity." He purred, pushing the straps of your lace gown down your shoulders as he laid you down on the plush bed.

After a night of sweet whimpers and moans, your life had become his. Your soul had become his and you had become his. Inseparable, as he called it. But nothing could have prepared you for what was coming.

The next day was his coronation, the high king had finally stepped down after 1000 years of being a royal. You had been dolled up by all the human maidens in the palace, a silk black gown adorning your curves. You were on your way to the ceremony when you heard his voice from within a room nearby. It was Yoongi's voice. You'd recognise it anywhere now.

"She's just a silly mortal. One that I'd gladly give away once I've been crowned."

Your eyes burned with rage and tears. Your heart that had thought Yoongi was going to love you for your entire life felt betrayed to no extent. Since the moment you met him, he had haunted you in your dreams, talking to you and making you warm up to him. He made you devote yourself to him, just to break it all in a second.

With a choked sob, you held your gown and raced down the corridors, ignoring the looks that were thrown your way. You locked yourself in a strange room situated at the corner of the palace. It seemed like an attic with all the dusty furniture and bookshelves.

You pushed yourself against a wall and cried your heart out, concluding that you couldn't stay here. So you waited until you heard the emptiness in the corridors, the indication that everyone had gathered in the ceremony hall for the coronation. And when you were sure that there was no one around, you ran outside the gates, glancing behind you just once to see if anyone was coming to find you.

Your steps faltered when you saw him staring at you from a window. Your vision was blurry but you could make out his blank eyes piercing through you. Your heart was in your throat, your eyes widening when you heard him in your mind.

"Come back, Y/N. We can talk about this."

So demons can talk to their chosen ones telepathically? Interesting. You found yourself shaking your head, wiping away your tears furiously.

"Never." You answered, bunching up your gown again and turning around to run far far away from him. You didn't turn back to look at him. You didn't want to. His voice kept echoing in your mind, your tears continuously falling as you ran to wherever your feet took you.

You hated him.

You'll always hate him.

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Six months and Yoongi didn't leave you alone for a second. Every demon's throat you slashed, his voice was there to make you think twice. If it wasn't for Jimin then you would have surely ran back to him.

You pushed open the door to your dainty cottage, the warm air greeting you as you quickly pushed the heavy coat off your shoulders. The door closed behind you, the snowy wind stirring up a storm outside. The weather was acting up for sure. You hissed and looked down at your collarbone, not being able to look at your torn black shirt. There was a deep wound etched into your skin, blood seeping down into your clothes. You had no idea how you made it back home without passing out. Your chest heaved as you plopped down on the couch, wincing and cursing at the demon who attacked you. As if things couldn't get worse, the black mark on your wrist began to burn, sending you into a spiral of whimpers and cries.

You weren't oblivious to this, the mark on your wrist burned almost always. But it intensified whenever another demon was in your vicinity. Jimin told you that it burned all the time because you had rejected your soulmate. It made sense. Mates were supposed to be emotionally and physically attached. Unfortunately for you, you had let Yoongi claim you physically. Good thing you didn't marry him otherwise, you would have probably gone insane by now.

Jimin knew every single thing about demons. He took you in when you were roaming the streets in search of a place where Yoongi couldn't find you. Jimin had been a demon slayer since a long time, finding solace in killing them as revenge for his family's death. He understood you and your heartbreak, giving you his shoulder to cry on when you needed it. He protected you from anything and everything, never giving you a chance to complain. This time, you were just unlucky that you had decided to go and buy more supplies all alone.

"Jimin?" You cried out, looking around the house for any signs of him being home. The day wasn't in your favour at all, first being attacked by a demon and then this stupid mark. You were scared that there was someone else in the house because if that was the case, then you were dead. The loss of blood was making you dizzy and you didn't think you'd be able to stay up longer. Heavy footsteps padded through the house, Jimin's panicked face coming into view. You sighed in relief, drowning away all the negative thoughts at the sight. He looked okay, apart from the concern lacing his features which was probably for you.

Jimin's eyes fell on the gash on your collarbone, his feet immediately dragging him towards the cabinet at the end of the hallway. "I told you to let me come with you!" He bellowed, making you wince. You couldn't blame him for worrying about you. You were a very clumsy person and sometimes felt like you were a burden on Jimin. He was constantly trying to keep you safe, leaving himself out in the process. This only made you guilty.

Jimin sat down beside you, placing a bottle of rubbing alcohol on the table along with various other things. He tore the remaining piece of cloth and tossed it to the ground, your cheeks heating up at your exposed shoulder. You bit your lip and looked down, craning your neck to the side and wincing when you stretched the injured skin a little.

Jimin inspected the bloody cut, shaking his head in disappointment. "I'm gonna have to stitch it up. I'm surprised you even came back safely." He stated, his voice soft but firm. You sighed, nodding your head and sitting back comfortably.

Your eyes closed on their own accord, your eyebrows twitching at the feel of Jimin's eyes on you. As much as you wanted to sleep the pain off, you couldn't. The process of cleaning up your wound was a little more painful. You were hissing every time Jimin touched your skin.

Stupid demon.

"I don't know if you have noticed but recently we have been getting too many demons on our tail." You begrudgingly opened your eyes, frowning at Jimin. He was right and you knew that. This past month had been harder for you both, dealing with a demon almost every day. It was as if they were on the lookout for you. If that was true then you wouldn't be too surprised. Of course, the demon community was mad at you for killing their kind without any mercy. But could you really do anything? They barely treated your kind like humans so why should you be the one to let them off the hook?

You're killing them only because your hatred for Min Yoongi is greater than your love for humans.

You scowled at your conscience for speaking like that. Truth was definitely bitter. You just wanted to show Yoongi that you could survive without him. "I noticed but I don't think there's anything we can do." You replied, your voice shaky due to how weak you felt.

Jimin dabbed the alcohol drenched cloth on your skin, trying to get all the blood away before picking up the surgical needle. "It's not a coincidence, Y/N. Lucifer has been sending people out to hunt us. He's trying to get us to stop and in return, he is killing five humans every day."

Your breath hitched at Jimin's words. Lucifer? As in...Jeon Jungkook?

You pursed your lips, ignoring the dull ache in your heart. Your wrist continued to throb but it was better, nothing too unbearable. Your mind raced with thoughts, theorising your own assumptions. Jungkook was Yoongi's brother, you knew that very well. They both had different mothers, unfortunately competing for the throne. The high king had laid down a condition, that whichever brother found his mate first would get to take the throne. That day when you ran away, you took away Yoongi's chance of being the high king. It was a little sad but you weren't too bothered, considering that he was only using you.

"What do we do then?" You asked in a hushed whisper, a sudden chill running down your spine. A very cold feeling washed over you, strangely not making you feel uncomfortable. Your heart started beating faster, your wrist burning once again. Jimin bit the inside of his cheek, looking at you to make sure that you were stable enough to listen to what he had to say. He didn't want you to lash out on him. This was the only way to stop the killing of innocent humans who were dying because of you and him.

"We...we need to go to the palace and make sure that... Jungkook doesn't get the throne. It's rumoured that he has found his mate."

You visibly stopped breathing, your eyes frozen on Jimin's face, trying to see if he was joking. At least that's what you were hoping for. Jimin's eyes were dark with no traces of this being a playful suggestion. He was dead serious and you felt your heart sink. The thought of going back to him was traumatising. You didn't even want to see him again, his face only fuelled the anger within you.

You know that's a lie.

You swallowed thickly, your throat closing in and making you feel like you were breathless. "No.." you mumbled, shaking your head furiously. Jimin's eyes softened, his hands holding yours gently and squeezing them. He leaned closer to you, preparing to give you the most convincing speech ever. Because that's who Jimin was. The righteous human who saved his kind from the wrath of demons.

"Y/N listen to me. We need-". You yanked your hands out from his and stood up, taking steps backwards until you were out of his reach. At this point, you didn't want to listen to anything he wanted to say. There was nothing that could convince you. Not now. Not ever. Jimin tried to talk again, gesturing to your open wound and requesting you to sit down but you continued to shake your head, sniffling and mumbling 'no' again and again.

"No! There's nothing you can say that will make me wanna go back there. He lives there, Jimin. And I hate him. I'll never give him the satisfaction of using me to get whatever he wishes. I've been dying inside every day. All because of him."

"And I'm sorry for that."

Your heart stopped, your mind clicking on all the reasons why you felt so cold. You immediately turned around, your eyes meeting his. The sigil on your wrist became numb, no more burning. And you concluded that it was because he was here, right in front of you. He looked better than you saw him last, his hair black and shiny and his lips pink and plump. He wore a black turtle neck along with an overcoat, his hands tucked into its pockets. His eyes, that you remembered to be emotionless, were showing you just how sorry he was.

Betrayal. That was all you could think about. And the next thing you knew, you were facing Jimin with your fists clenched and your teeth grinding. "You let him in. Why?" Your voice was firm, surprisingly because you were on the verge of crying. The man who you were in love with was standing before you while you pretended to hate him. But the truth was, you'd never be able to bring yourself to hate him as much as you wanted to.

Jimin closed his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose before looking at you with a tired expression. He placed his hands on your shoulders and you sensed a terrifying energy in the room, your eyes glancing at Yoongi who was eyeing Jimin's hands. Jimin was careful not to touch your wound, the burning pain heating up your skin. Your head began to spin uncontrollably and you could tell you were going to faint very soon. Maybe you should have gotten yourself treated first. "Y/N, I know you don't like this idea but this is the only way to stop Jungkook. Please."

Your lips quivered, your head throbbing as you swayed a little on the spot. Jimin's eyes widened and he helped you sit down on the couch, catching on to your weakness. Yoongi was right behind you, his hands itching to yank Jimin away from you but he couldn't. So many misunderstandings but you didn't even want to listen to him. Your eyes began closing, your body going limp as sweat beaded on your forehead.

"He's a monster. Don't make me love him again."

Yoongi's fists clenched, his body frozen on the spot as he watched you faint. The cut on your neck was fresh and heavily bleeding. Yoongi had somehow convinced Jimin to help take down Jungkook but you were stubborn. He didn't blame you though. It was his fault for not prognosticating jungkook's intentions. Jimin looked up at Yoongi, his eyes filled with questions about the future. What now?

"I'll convince her." Yoongi muttered, making Jimin nod sternly.

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The long corridor stretched out in front of you, taunting you with the memories from the day Yoongi was going to be crowned. You couldn't tell if this was real or not but the fuzzy darkness in your eyes told you that this was a vision. As if someone was trying to show you something. You found yourself growing angry, knowing that this was all Yoongi. Suddenly you started moving towards the room from inside which you had heard Yoongi's voice, your eyes meeting his but it seemed as if he couldn't see you. You realised that you weren't really there, you weren't in control of anything. Yoongi's dark eyes stared blankly at the wall before him, his hip resting against the edge of a huge table. The noise of footsteps made you turn your head to the door, your own body coming into view. You saw yourself all dressed up, halting beside the room just as Yoongi began to talk.

"She's just a silly mortal. One that I'd gladly give away once I've been crowned."

You saw the horror stricken expression on your face, reminding you of the pain you had felt in your chest. And just like that, you were gone, your sight turning back to Yoongi who was suddenly grinning. Something wasn't right. Yoongi seemed too robotic and besides, why was he talking to himself? You sensed your own fear when his face morphed into someone else, his soft features being replaced by a much sharper jawline and big doe eyes. Jungkook.

You watched him walk towards the door, his head peeking outside at your running figure. "Poor brother. Looks like you aren't gonna be crowned today." You heard him say, a devious chuckled leaving his lips and you found it replaying in your mind like a record player. What had you done?

Your eyes opened all of a sudden, your chest heaving as you stared at the ceiling of your bedroom. Your cheeks were wet, you could feel that but your worries were worse than that. You rejected your mate and on the basis of what? A string of words you heard. That weren't even said by him.

"Please tell me you don't hate me anymore."

Your breath hitched, your eyes looking at him as he stood near your bed. You swallowed thickly, pushing yourself up and resting against the pillows. Jimin wasn't here. At least not in the room. You noticed that your collar didn't hurt anymore, your fingers carefully tracing your skin to find nothing there. The wound was gone.

"How do I believe that whatever I saw was true?" You enquired, bunching up the blanket in your fingers. The bed dipped beside you, Yoongi's hand holding yours in it. You felt a rush of cold energy, your body suddenly aching to be touched by him. He still made you feel all hot and bothered. He placed a finger under your chin, pushing your face up so that you'd look at him. You saw the way his eyes held so much love in them, tears springing to your eyes at the thought of you having deprived yourself of what could have been a happy life.

"Why would I want to lose the one thing that means the world to me?" On the outside, it might have seemed like Yoongi's words were sincere. They were sincere, really. But the meaning was a little more deeper than you could comprehend. When Yoongi saw the convinced look on your face, he pressed his lips against yours, laughing mentally at the thought of his poor brother who was soon gonna die. This is what he wanted. This was a competition, after all. A competition, not for the throne but for who finds love first and Yoongi couldn't wait to watch Jungkook lose.

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Affinity + K. Namjoon

❦ → [pairing]: kim namjoon x reader

❦ → [genre] : good ol’ fluff, but it gets a bit frisky hehe

❦ → [warnings] : n/a

❦ → [this is a respost from my main blog uwu]

Lazily, you twirled the plastic straw in your daiquiri- the substance was practically watered down now due to you neglecting it. Sighing, you rested your hand in your palm as you looked at the guests mingling around the wedding reception. Everyone was already a bit tipsy- you could hear your aunt loudly talking over the music. The autumn air blew a bit, making the lace of your dress swish by your ankles.

“Sweetie, why don’t you come to the photo booth and take some pictures?” you laughed at your mother’s wine drunk state, as she leaned into you. You could smell the pungent odor of the overly expensive alcohol linger on her breath.

“Nah, mom maybe later. I already went twice with Yoongi and Guk.” you sighed, referring to your Older Brother and Cousin. Your mom hummed behind you leaning into kiss your cheek.

“Okay dear,” she sing-songed as she sauntered away, stumbling slightly in the grass. You wiped away the residue of lip gloss that was left on your cheek, and groaned a bit. Pulling out your phone from your clutch the time read 5:53 pm.

I’ll go back to the room at 6. You thought to yourself as you downed the last of your drink.

“Whoa there sis, don’t you think it’s a bit early to be getting drunk?” a deep voice chuckled behind you. Grunting, you put the glass down on the table a bit hard.

“Yoongi, if you don’t shut the fu-,” Yoongi squished your cheeks with his hands making your mouth form the resemblance of a fish. He hummed and grinned at you, the bitch was mocking you.

“Now now,” the platinum blonde chided, releasing your cheeks and sitting back into the chair, “I know damn well, you have been eyeing Namjoon like you want to choke on his big, thick coc-”

“Yoongi!” you shouted at him, cheeks blazing with pink. He leaned back in his seat, circling the rim of his wine glass grinning at you. He clinked his gaudy rings along the glass and ‘tsked’ at you. Scowling at him you stuffed your face with the rolls that were in the basket on the table.

“__, it’s okay you know,” Yoongi said looking at you with teasing eyes. You glared at him through puffed cheeks filled with fluffy dough, swallowing a bit roughly before speaking.

“It’s not mom and dad are practically begging me to be in a relationship. Its harassment,” you whined to him picking at pearls that laced the linen table cloth. Yoongi eyed you, and you knew why. It’s not that your older brother pitied you, he just knows that you’ve always been insecure when it came to relationships.

“Sis, I don’t know why you’re scared to date you aren’t that ugly-,’ he yawned bringing the wine glass to his mouth. You threw a half eaten roll at him as he brought the glass down from his mouth. He caught it with ease, “Thanks I was getting hungry,” he winked at you, shoving the entire roll in his mouth.

“Don’t be a dick,” you hissed stealing his wine glass and taking a sip. He barked a laugh, the silver in his ears tinked together softly. He chewed the roll in his mouth about to steal his glass back when someone interrupted you.

“Min Yoongi! Can you please stop harassing your sister or I will personally chop your dick off!” You looked behind you to see your best friend, Jess, in all white. She held a wine glass in her manicured fingers, her wedding band tinking against the glass as she slapped Yoongi on the head with her shawl.

“Woman! Stop hitting me- Ow!” Jess, continued her assault as you sat there and continued to drink.

“Hyung, what did you do for my wife to hate you?” Your cousin Jungkook laughed, placing his hands on the back of your chair up behind you. He grinned at you and leaned down to peck your forehead. You swatted him away as you downed Yoongi’s wine.

“Hey, Jess, darling, can you please not assault my best friend?” Jungkook said after taking a swig out of his beer bottle. Jess looked up from hitting Yoongi, rolling her eyes she stopped and shuffled over to you. Yoongi rubbed his head whispering curses beneath his breath.

“__! As much as I hate to agree with your idiotic brother, he’s right. You have been looking at Namjoon for awhile now.” Your best friend teased, as she sat down in the chair on your left.

Wincing upon hearing his name again you sighed. You looked up discreetly to see Namjoon laughing with some of the guests. Ironically enough- you were both part of Jess and Jungkook’s wedding party. You two even walked down the aisle together. But, you never had the guts to ask him out or anything. Thinking that he was way out of your league. His dark brown hair looked soft, and the richness of his tan skin made him stand out in his grey tux. The silver hoops moved with his head as he laughed- all dimples and smiles.

“Jess you do know I am, me, and Namjoon is.. Namjoon?” you spoke with wide eyes leaning towards your friend. Jess rolled her eyes and looked at Jungkook and Yoongi. Looking at them as if she was saying, “help me out you dumbasses.”

“Uhhh,” Yoongi crooned, as he swatted Jungkook on the back of the head making him choke on the beer he swallowed.

“Wow! Would you look at that duck, it’s such a nice color! Guk, let’s go look at it!” Yoongi said dragging the younger man by the collar of his tux. Jungkook whined, but complied as he was dragged away.

“Idiots,” Jess mumbled into her wine glass. You snorted leaning back into your chair.

“Tell me about it,” you said rolling your eyes. Jess eyed you from the rim of her glass, bringing it down from her mouth she was quiet for a second.

“__, not to be that person, but Joon has been eyeing you since the ceremony. Also he has asked me about you a few times.” Jess said smirking at you while smoothing out the lace in her wedding dress. You looked down at your manicured nails and sighed.

“I think he’s cute and I want to get to know him, but like I said he’s Namjoon and I’m-” Jess squished your cheeks in the same manor Yoongi did.

“Hey, stop it you brat, Namjoon would be an idiot if he didn’t ask you out.” Jess said sincerely, you looked her in the eye and rolled your eyes once again.

“I bon’t bow,” you attempted to say through puckered lips. Jess grinned at you and released your cheeks.

“You won’t know until you try, and you could either find out and something good happens- or never find out and never know, and in this case I don’t think finding out could be a bad thing,” she said taking your hand in hers.

A small ‘tch’ came out of your mouth, the words of advice given from her- were what your uncle always told you. She patted your hand and stood up, the dress swishing by her ankles. Winking at you she sauntered away, and leaning in to give your cheek a quick peck.

You tapped your nails on the table inquisitively, and thought to yourself as you eyed Namjoon again.

I hope you’re right Jess.

A few hours passed and you still haven’t talked to Namjoon-- besides the few glances that you stole from each other when one wasn’t looking. The reception now moved inside the quaint pub due to the autumn weather dropping the temperatures, also being close to the ocean. Sighing for what seemed the one hundredth time, you looked at the time once again. 7:32 pm. You finished your water and got up from the secluded table to go tell Yoongi you were leaving.

As you tried to maneuver your way through the drunk guests, your dress caught under someone’s shoe causing you to stumble forward. Squeaking as you tried to move a bit to prevent yourself from toppling onto people you already ran into a firm chest. Large hands caught your waist, as you stumbled forward into their grasp.

“I am so sorr-,” Your words came out in a garbled mess as you looked up at your savior. Oh fuck. Namjoon grinned from above you, his dimples more prominent now that you were up close. Your mouth was slightly parted resembling a dead fish, at least that’s what Yoongi said.

“It’s all good love, are you alright?” His voice was rich, as if someone was dragging their body through honey. You blinked up at him, cheeks probably the same shade as Jungkook’s hair.

“I-I um,” Namjoon chuckled as he pulled you closer to him to prevent you from stumbling into anyone else. Large palm sliding against your bare back- curse Jess for making you, the maid of honor, wear a backless dress. You could feel the coolness of his rings glide up your back, to rest right above the swell of your butt.

“I am so sorry Namjoon,” you spoke without hesitating for once. Your hands were on his chest as you tried to maintain eye contact. His deep brown eyes looked so warm and inviting. His laugh was deep, he took a hand away from your waist and gestured you to the bar. He guided you through the sweaty bodies -- a palm placed over your bare back. Your cheeks were ablaze as you made eye contact with Jess who lifted up a champagne glass as she mouthed, Cheers.

You were about to flip the bird, when Namjoon’s voice caught you out of your thoughts.

“Did you say something love?” Namjoon asked as you sat down on a cushioned stool. Your eyes widened as you looked up at him, shaking your head furiously you closed your lips. You felt a bit awkward under his stare, the low bass of the music wasn’t helping much either. Looking up at him again he smiled at you and took a seat next to you, leaning his elbows behind him on the counter.

“Namjoon thank you for helping me, and I am also sorry-,” He turned his head to look at you -- his deep eyes melted into yours, as if he was saying it’s okay. You smiled at him, and turned your attention back towards the abundance of sweaty bodies dancing. After a few seconds Namjoon cleared his throat and began to stand up. You felt embarrassed that you weren’t able to talk to him without getting flustered -- and you thought he was leaving. About to get up and leave, Namjoon stood infront of you, a shy smile on his face as he held a hand out for you.

“Dance with me?” He asked with a hopeful voice. You parted your lips a bit, and smiled at him nodding. Pulling up the train of your dress, you placed your smaller hand in his warm palm as he guided you to the dance floor. A slower song began to play -- ironically. Veering a bit to the edge of the dance floor where less people were centered, he placed both his hands on your hips, surprising you a bit. Looking up at him, he had his full lip caught between his upper teeth. Cheeks burning - you placed your hands on his strong shoulders feeling the rigid muscles beneath his suit jacket. The music was loud, and made the blood in your ears thump.

Namjoon guided you through the beat, his palm sliding between the planes of your back, setting fire to the smooth surface. He kept eye contact with you as he pulled your body impossibly close to his firm body, your hips aligning slightly below his. Your hips hurt from the constant movements to keep up with the rhythm of the music. Resting his forehead against yours he licked his plush bottom lip as he swayed you from side to side.

Your breathing became erratic, as he slowly spun you so that your back was facing his- he guided his hands along the lace of your dress. You could feel his warm hands mingle with the coolness of his rings, as his hands settled on your hips and pulled you back to him. You gasped quietly and gripped his hands that held your waist.

You felt his mouth trail the side of your neck and up to your jawline, his plush lips were soft against your skin. Eyes widened you held your breath, as you melted into his touch. He hummed in your ear, as he continued to move you to the beat of the song.

“You know love,” he said in a low voice against the shell of your ear, “We did walk down the aisle together, so I have no idea why you are so shy.” Your breath hitched a bit you as you stuttered to find your words.

“I-I uh,” having no clue how to answer him, Namjoon chuckled and pulled away from your ear. Pulling you against him again, he pulled your hips side-to-side in a swaying motion, snaking his palm down the front of your stomach. You might as well just had sex with him right there. Tilting your head back on his chest, you got the courage to snake a hand up to his neck-- feeling his pulse and the slight stubble on his prominent jaw.

“__,” your ears perked up to the sound of Namjoon saying your name for the first time. Turning your head up to look at him, he smiled and spun you to face your body towards him. The dance floor was getting crowded -- noticing, Namjoon guided you outside to the deck of the pub.

The cool air nipped through the fabric of your dress- shivering, you pulled your hands to your arms as Namjoon and you walked along the cobblestone road. Namjoon stopped walking and removed his hand from your back, you stopped and turned around to look at him.

The full moon shone on his stature, illuminating the grin he gave you. You smiled at him, as you walked closer to him and unwrapped your hands from your body. Grabbing the lapels of his suit you pulled yourself on your tiptoes and pecked the corner of his mouth.

“Thank you for asking me to dance,” you murmured against his mouth. As you pulled back you could taste peppermint on your cupids bow, the smell of aftershave enveloped you. Looking up at him through your lashes, he gave you a toothy smile, his dimple winking at you. Taking a deep breath you smiled for what felt like the tenth time, shivering again you bowed a bit to him.

“Goodnight Joon,” you said quietly, looking at him one more time before stepping back to return to your room.

Before you could turn all the way around to leave, warm fingertips wrapped around your wrist and pulled you back.

“Wait.” Namjoon said a bit loudly. Startled, you looked back at him. Releasing your arm, he looked at you for a few seconds before he began to take off his suit jacket. Confused you stood there as the cool air nipped at your flushed cheeks.

“Take my jacket, you look cold,” Namjoon spoke as he came closer to you.

“Joon it’s okay-,” He shook his head as he threw the slate grey material over your shoulders, and adjusted it. The jacket swamped your slightly smaller figure, he held onto the sleeves and looked at you.

“Perfect.” he said lowly. You were sure, you could have passed out right there and then if it weren’t for Namjoon pressing his lips against yours.

Gasping a bit, he tested the waters by pecking your lips gently. His full lips were soft, and warm. He pecked you again, pulling your hips into his as you gripped his shoulders. Namjoon’s free hand cupped the back of your neck and twisted the curled hair at the nape. His thumb rubbed your pulse and over your jaw.

You mewled and let your body seep into his, he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth gently, making the skin pulse. You shuddered against his hold as he sneaked his tongue to probe at the roof of your mouth. Nipping and sucking the plush skin of your mouth, you tried to keep up but he was overwhelming, intoxicating.

He slowed the ministrations on your mouth, you whined. Pulling your bottom lip back once more, as he placed a final peck to your mouth. Breathing a bit heavy, Namjoon pulled away. The moon illuminated his flushed cheeks and swollen mouth. Forehead leaned against yours he breathed into your skin, as you tried to catch your breath.

“Goodnight love,” Namjoon whispered releasing you. Letting go of your body, he winked at you and walked back in the direction of his room. You stood there dumb-founded, and mouth tingling.

“What the..” you were confused as you sat down on the bench next to where you and Namjoon had your ‘moment’.

Pulling the jacket tighter to your body, you felt something crinkle in the inside pocket of the jacket. Furrowing your brows you stuck your fingers in the pocket and wriggled out a small piece of paper. In clean handwriting there was a note.

I’m gonna need that suit jacket back, love, in the meantime use it to keep you warm -- I’ll see you at brunch tomorrow, and hopefully after that as well. :)

xxx-xxx-xxxx (In case you miss me too much before tomorrow)

K.N xx

You laughed to yourself, holding the paper in your palms.

“Kim Namjoon,” you whispered, cheeks warm. “Kim fucking Namjoon,” you said again with a smile on your face.

hope you all enjoyed! this is a repost from my main blog, @jiminspjm, my rapline content will be posted here now! I ill be making my navigation and all that this week, so please be patient uwu

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