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BTS Caretaker CH21

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 6, 707

- Author Note: I missed the date of posting new chapter again, okay so caught up with work :< aish, but it is okay i am updating now!

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Chapter 21

It was a long silence between them, neither the boys nor Seul dared to utter anything. To begin with, what was they supposed to say at first place. The Jungkook and Seul relationship or Jimin’s sudden outburst. As much as they wanted to bring Yoongi’s side of the story into the picture, they thought it was out of context. Yoongi’s issues had nothing to do with them, yet one of the reasons that trigger Jimin’s anger was related to Yoongi after all.

For once Namjoon had never feel burdened with the responsibility as the leader of BTS until today. Firstly, he had to unravel the tense between Jungkook, Jimin and Seul. The atmosphere between the four walls were suffocating him, and he could tell everyone felt the same. He held his breath for a long time before exhaling a deep sigh garnering everyone’s eyes on him “Alright. Let’s get thing straight” glancing at the maknae whom sat across him. Seul felt her heart being torn apart from this impromptu confrontation. To be frank, she was not ready to be questioned this way especially when it came to her and Jungkook status.

“Jung, is there something going on between you and Seul?” Namjoon probed. Gulping away her nervousness, Seul was being surrounded by a group of man who appeared to be very protective over the youngest member of their group. Yoongi looked like he was ready to swing his baseball bat and beat some shit outta Jungkook and Jimin. His eyes never left Seul ever since the scene at her workplace. Not that he cared, yet it was bothersome to be remembered by it. Learning the truth behind Jungkook’s disappearance at night stung his heart even more.

Jungkook is one step ahead him. Yoongi groaned in frustration.

Jungkook stammered “Seul and I…We became friends because I am their frequent customer there. I spent my time there to draw” he pressed his palms together searching for strength to face his members’ wrath.

“You become friends and as far as I am concern friends don’t kiss, that is too affectionate. What is the meaning behind those kiss? ” Jin leaned his back on the seat, tilting his head to take a good look of Seul expression. Now that they had came to this, he feared to hear the truth.

Jungkook and Seul relationship would be the beginning or the end of him.

Chewing her chapped lips, Seul fingers fidgeted unconsciously at the end of her pink sweater. Her rapid breathing was drawing Hoseok attention who appeared to sit just beside her, he leaned over whispering softly “Are you okay Seul? You don’t look good” his voice was as soft as his sunny smile. It managed to calm her down a little.

She nodded, squishing her eyes tight for a moment before opened it again only to be welcomed by Hoseok’s round eyes “I can manage this, thank you Hoseok” she flashed a weak smile. He returned to his seat with a small smile and gave his attention on Jungkook and Namjoon.

“What I know it was not a mistake. Those kisses are real. I…like Seul” Jungkook’s confession earned different reaction from the floor. Some were scoffing away, some were too dumbfounded to even react, and some were stayed frozen in their seat shooting Jungkook a judgemental look. That was not definitely in their dictionary. What changed Jungkook to be this confident and super determined of his own feelings?

Jungkook’s eyes met Seul confused one, making Jimin rolled his eyes in his seat. Salty Park Jimin about to open his mouth to say something, but his fellow 95 liner friend already jumped in “Do you see her as a woman, Jungkook? Someone that you wish to own” upon hearing Taehyung’s last word, Seul blushed madly. The thought of being owned by someone never occurred to her some more, the person is a member from famous idols of the century. Crazy as it sound Seul couldn’t stop her heart from making weird noise inside.

They only needed one nod from Jungkook to confirm everything, so they could make sense out from this situation. Jungkook had never been so open to them when it came to his own feelings. To witness the younger guy being bluntly honest about his inner feeling gave some sense of relief to the hyungs. Over the years Jungkook was known to be very introvert and he did not talk to strangers unless he felt comfortable with them. Jungkook had few friends in the industry like GOT7’s Yugyeom and Seventeen’s Mingyu yet it did not stop him to get out from his comfort zone. Part of them were grateful of his feeling for Seul, it was a good start for Jungkook to be more open to other options in life. However, it also worrisome considering it involved commitment and serious relationship.

Each of the members had a mixed feeling about this Jungkook liking Seul thing. To break it down, Namjoon main concerned was whether this relationship Jungkook plan to have with Seul is healthy. After his failed relationship with Hyemi, he did not want others to experience the pain of losing someone whom he thought important in life only to be left hanging without words. Not to mention as a leader and a brother of Jungkook, he did not want Jungkook to get hurt. Relationship involved commitment, was Jungkook ready to carry the burden on his shoulder?

Kim Seokjin. He was neutral. People couldn’t read through him as he always appears optimistic and positive to everyone. Internally he’s suffering from the confession. He did show his interest on Seul because their friendship started off pretty normal that involved no fight. Nowadays, Seokjin enjoyed Seul’s presence around him apart from his 92-line squad and his game squad, Jin had Seul to listen the worries that he had whenever he couldn’t talk it out with his members or other friends. Seul is a good listener. As he learnt that one of the members revealed his feeling openly to Seul, was this a sign to back off before things got complicated later on?

When it came to Hoseok, this was his second-time meeting Seul so he did not have any issues with her. He knew Seul was a nice girl and worth to be loved by many. She deserved all the love from the world. If there’s one thing that bothered Hoseok would be her genuine intention in befriending them. Not that Hoseok wanted to question her integrity, but the world is a scary place. They could not just bluntly trust people that they barely knew especially Seul. Even though she’s a daughter of Mrs Hwang their original caretaker whom treated them like their own son these past few years, they shouldn’t depend on that one factor only. It was a matter of fact that people could be toxic without they realized, just like Son Hyemi.

Sitting with his mouth sealed tight on the armrest was Taehyung. His expression did not give away any worries or emotions pertaining to this issue, but he still found it a little over the top for his sane mind to comprehend. Without doubt, he was attracted of Seul at first place became the reason why he snapped her picture and kept it on his night stand. That small crush that he had for Seul was still unclear, it needed to be shaped. Considering things had changed now, would it be better for him to eradicate this small crush he had for Seul before it became contagious to his heart? He did not want any heartbreak in the future wasn’t he.

Jimin on the other hand looked distressed in his seat. His protective instinct for Jungkook earlier on was soon replaced by annoyance. Annoyance of his own discomfort to the idea of there was another guy liking Seul and it happened to be Jungkook. The only difference between them, Jungkook had guts to sort his feeling out when he didn’t. That Jimin saw Seul more than just a friend was evident. But he refused to conform to the reality of life. It was a reticent, very private feeling which he had no intention to reveal just yet.

Yoongi was complicating things around him and his true feelings that he had for Seul. Everyone could literally see how possessive he was over Seul, yet he denied that fact at all cost. The fact that he used revenge to steal kisses from Seul, Yoongi was actually trying to confirm his own feeling. At first, he assumed it was a mere admiration towards Seul’s sassiness however it turned into something deeper not long after. He was dragging himself down into the deepest pit of the dark hole in his heart. Wanting to escape, yet he failed. As a result, Yoongi came out pretty hard and aggressive on Seul even though he wasn’t intended to hurt her. It came out neutral because he was not ready to embrace the truth. The truth might hit him a little hard on his face, so Yoongi was afraid to take the risk. With this Jungkook thing, Yoongi realized he must do something about this before too late.

“So, answer him, do you see Seul as a woman or is it a mere admiration?” Jin broke the long silence desperate to hear the answer though he’s not really keen of listening to it.

Nodding with a soft sigh “I see her as a woman and I like her because she is Seul” that was enough to melt Seul’s heart again as blush crept up warming her cheeks. Why was she being weak again? Now since they had settled with Jungkook, seven pair of eyes landed on her. She was in deep shit.

“Seul, do you know Jungkook is Jungkook?” the leader raised his eyebrow in question.

“No, I don’t. He was wearing mask 24/7 how do you expect me to notice that is him?” her voice broke a little due to the intensity that she felt inside her.

Jimin found the chance to butt in with a sarcastic remark “Funny thing is, you are a fan. How can you not know Jungkook even from his eyes?” he glowered.

Seul looked so piss as she glared at Jimin “Funny thing, I am not Jungkook’s fan. Neither of you are my favourite. How do you expect me to remember your eyes when I messed up your faces and names” the corner of Yoongi’s lips were tugged into a smirk. Ji Seul makes a comeback, as expected. He complimented in his head admiring her sassiness.

Pursing his lips sulkily, Jimin shook his head giving up on his argument with Seul already. She was impossible to beat especially when it involved to defending herself. Seul always know what to say.

Namjoon continued “Alright. You have no idea it is Jungkook, so you befriend him. Both of you become friend and Jungkook apparently reveal his feelings for you. How about your feelings? Do you like Jungkook that way?” upon hearing that question, Seul turned pale.

Taehyung scrutinized her expression with so much interest trying to read through her but to no avail. Would it be possible that she did not see Jungkook more than a friend? A spark of hope lightens his heart a little. Taehyung was up for any possibility.

“I repeat, do you like Jungkook more than just a friend?” Namjoon pressed. He was acting like a father-in-law making other cringe in their seat. Yoongi small eyes were watching Seul every little move, causing her to shift uncomfortably under his hard gaze. This did not work at all. She did not have the answers with her. Everything happened too fast.

Seul heaved a heavy sigh “I don’t know. I am not sure. My feelings for Jungkook are still ambiguous, I can’t exactly tell whether it is more than just a friend. It is still too early to decide it, I am sorry Jungkook” she threw an apologetic look at Jungkook.

He felt a heavy tug on his heart, but he managed to pull a soft smile on his face “Don’t be sorry Seul. I told you I don’t want to push you, we can still work on this” Seul bit her lower lips, lowering her gaze shyly. Jungkook would not give up on his feeling for Seul that easily. It took a lot of courage to embrace this new side of him, to give up on it just like that would be a waste.

“Someone got friend zoned” Hoseok joked to light up the mood.

“I AM NOT-“ “SHE ISNT-“ they were surprised to see Jungkook and Seul perfect timing. Seul’s cheeks turned into fifty shades of red realizing she was indirectly admitting to the fact that she was interested in Jungkook as well though she needed time to figure it out.

“You are reconsidering Jungkook’s feelings?” Taehyung’s eyes glimmered in curiosity.

Jungkook rubbed his neck, holding back his bunny smile “Yes I am. I need time. I am not used to this” Seul mumbled timidly. Jimin was hurt by her answers, now it was obvious Seul might end up liking Jungkook for real is he didn’t do anything about it. What should he do again to fix this mess that he created?

“But, that doesn’t mean you have confirmed your true feelings for Jungkook right?” Yoongi’s hoarse voice baffled everyone. The older guy had chosen to keep his mouth shut all the time, hence to hear something coming from him was intimidating. Because after all, though Yoongi did not say it aloud about his feeling for Seul, all of them knew that guy had a thing for her. Jungkook realized it too. He had been stealing glance at Yoongi during their conversation, and his attention was on Seul most of the time.

Jungkook was not alone in this complicated battle. With Yoongi came into the picture, Jungkook was mentally ready to fight healthily.

“We can say that” not letting Yoongi’s stare penetrated her heart, Seul avoided his gaze at all cost.

Smiling with full of gratification, Yoongi arose from his seat “Then this conversation is over. That is all I need to hear” he gave one final look at Seul sending chill down her spine. She watched his body disappeared behind the door to his room leaving only six members around her.

“I am leaving too” muttering lowly, Jimin left the scene without saying much as Hoseok decided to tail him. He sensed something was wrong with Jimin, so he excused himself to investigate further. Taehyung followed not long after “I will see you later Seul..” he smiled warmly making his way stealthily to his room.

Jin was contemplating whether to be honest about his discomfort, in the end he chose to just shut it and give it a long thought before expressing it out. “Seul just stay over tonight, it is late. We don’t want you to walk in the dark alone. I will prepare the room for you” Jin stood up leaving the scene giving Seul no chance to protest. She grunted softly under her breath refusing the idea of staying over there today. Bad start.

Confused, Namjoon ran his fingers in his lock accompanied by a soft hum “Jungkook can you give us space? I need to talk with Seul alone” he turned to the younger guy that immediately nod with a small sigh.

Seul looked up with a small smile “Thank you Jungkook. Go rest” her sincerity made Jungkook fall head over heels for her again. A simple attention from Seul managed to crush another wall inside him, he craved for it.

“You too, see you in the morning. I hope. Good night Seul” his steps were heavy, even though this issue was settled due to the long talk, it still makes him nervous. After making sure Jungkook was nowhere to be seen around them, Namjoon shifted his attention back on the drained girl in front of him. His heart softened as his eyes landed on Seul’s distressed face.

“Seul-ah I won’t stop you or Jungkook. It is up to both of you to decide. Remember, if you hurt Jungkook you will have to face me. Do not give him a false hope even though it is okay for both of you to consider the options in front of you. I don’t want to see Jungkook broken-hearted”

“And, I have to warn you before things get out of hand. It is not just Jungkook’s feelings matter in this but others too. I can see another person in the room who actually like you just as much” Seul blinked with an unreadable expression.

“What do you mean by that” she retorted in disbelief. Did Namjoon just imply there were other BTS members liking her other than Jungkook? How was this even real? Seul felt so unreal at the moment. The impossibility only happened in dramas or movies. Since this occurred to her, she had no idea how to react to it.

Namjoon pressed his lips into thin line “You will find out soon. I am not the one who should tell you that. Just, make sure to not hurt anyone or yourself Seul-ah. Love is a scary thing. It is complicated. You can’t stop your feelings from loving someone, so give it a chance. Give the person a chance. Then you decide” he hinted.

“I am sorry Namjoon for causing this mess. I hope you are not being too hard on Jimin, he is right to doubt me. You guys barely knew me, so I understood Jimin. Even though part of me wanted to hit him hard for calling me a bitch. How dare he called me that” she grinded her teeth showing of her resentment over Jimin’s choice of word.

Chuckling softly, Namjoon nodded with an amused face “Don’t worry about Jimin. We fought a lot, then we made up the next day. This was nothing. Forgive Jimin and his foul mouth, he could be a little too vulgar when he got angry”

“He is protecting Jungkook that is normal. Your bonds are too strong even I couldn’t break that. I am glad Jimin decided to cuss at me instead of letting it slip off from his mind. That shows how much he cared for his members” she threw the compliments earnestly. It was true, it offended her, but she tried to see the bigger picture of it.

Namjoon had a proud smile on his face to hear someone admiring their brotherhood. It made him realized their bonds were no joke and he mentally agreed to Seul’s words. The tense in the room was diminishing and Seul finally able to breathe normally. Jin approached the two “The room is ready Seul, you should rest. I have prepared clean sweat and shirt on the bed for you to change. Don’t worry it is new, wear it” he beamed.

“Can i… not stay? This is uncomfortable” she murmured.

“What nonsense is that. No way, it is 4 in the morning. Just stay, we won’t let you go home at this time” Namjoon voice was stern and dominating. No wonder he’s the leader.

Seul eyes quivered uncomfortably, showing off her concern about the idea of a girl staying in an idol house “I don’t want to get caught by your manager, that would be bad. They have no idea about me replacing my mother” she tried to make up excuses to escape this place.

“We will be leaving around 10 for practice so, hyung won’t be here until the schedule. Don’t worry, leave before that” Jin showed no sign of giving up too, cornering the latter in process. “Just stay Seul, you don’t want to wear yourself out at work later. Go get some rest, the room is down the hall, just across Jimin and Hoseok” he gave a light pat on her head.

Seul finally gave in and nodded “Fine, I will stay just because I feel bad for what happened today. Thank you Jin. Good night both of you” she bid them a good night and made her way cautiously to the guest room.

Ji Seul, what will change after today. Seul made a mental note on it and decided to call it a day. She deserved a long rest after the therapy talk with Namjoon.

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Tossing her body under the duvet, Seul found it was hard to fall asleep. It must be due to the new surroundings, with that she sat up groggily leaving the queen size bed for a moment to get warm drinks for herself. The hallway was quiet and dead, and she was sure the boys were already asleep at this time.

Seul glanced at the clock on the wall and muttered “It is just 5, ugh” she hugged her body, dragging her lazy feet to the kitchen. She made herself a hot cocoa in hope after this she could shut her eyes for two hours before sun rose again.

As she was about to leave with a cup of cocoa in her hand, she saw light flooding out from the open door of one of the rooms. She walked silently towards the source of light making sure her feet on the ground did not produce any unwanted sound. The room was a private lounge room for the boys to chill when they have times, it was decorated with music equipment at the corner, book shelves and a small purple billiard table. Across the book shelves there was a L-shape sofa to complete the room.

Seul peeked her head a little searching for familiar faces inside but only to be welcomed by an empty room. Straighten herself back to her original trance, she reached out for the switch light to turn it off. To her sheer surprise, a pair of hand wrapped securely around her wrist preventing her from moving. Startled, Seul’s eyes searched from the owner of the hand who stood few steps from her.

“Jimin…” she exhaled.

Jimin’s eyes looked sleepily and there were few strands of hair stuck out making him to appear super cute. To top that, he was wearing a cute blue pyjama with stars and moon design printed on it. Seul mentally judging Jimin’s appearance as well as trying to get a hold of herself from fangirling over this look.

“Can’t sleep?” he signalled the drinks in her hand with a flat smile.

“Yes.. do you want some I can make you one?” she offered.

Declining it politely, Jimin brought Seul’s hand down and looked at her way a little too intense. Her breath hitched in process like it was about to pop off any second by now “We can share” he suggested.

“Urm..Sure…” Jimin tugged her hand softly, bringing her inside the room to the sofa. Both of them sat down awkwardly side by side, and it made her felt uneasy. Jimin held back his tongue finding a perfect word to start this conversation. He couldn’t sleep because the guilt was slowly eating him up. He had a hard time to get Seul out of his mind.

Licking his lower lips, Jimin fisted his pyjama stealing glance at Seul’s side profile that never ceased to amaze him. A soft smile crept on his face, but as soon as their eyes locked, it rendered him speechless. Words that came out from Seul’s mouth only went pass through him, his attention was on her soft lips. The stain of hot cocoa at the corner of her lips made his mind went wild for a moment. He had to urge to kiss her but quickly shrug the thought off from his mind.

“Jimin..I said, do you want to take a sip?” her brows quirked in confusion.

Jimin removed the mug from her hand and took a long sip of the hot drinks without looking at her. It was not his intention to have a weird thought on Seul, yet he couldn’t help but to think that way. His hand was shaking a little, and his grip on the mug was about to slip off but Seul fast reflex avoided any accident happen.

She sat the mug down on the coffee table, sending a worried glance at Jimin “Jimin are you alright?” she whispered. Seul touched his forehead with the back of her hand, flustering Jimin even more “I..am alright… Just cold…” he coughed away the lump on his throat.

“Do you want me to turn on the heater?” Seul was about to get up until she felt him holding her down not allowing her to move even an inch. She blushed at the closeness of their face and body. Watching her this up close caused uproar in his heart, his eyes travelled from her eyes to her cute nose down to her lips again.

Jimin ran his hand to her jaw, giving a soft trace around the skin that tingled her heart. She held back her own heavy breathing, letting her eyes roamed freely on Jimin’s face. He stroked his thumb over her lips, stroking it effortlessly slow caused the latter to mewl a little under his magic touch.

Seul was aware, she’s supposed to be upset of Jimin. They hadn’t talk about what happened at the café, and it was so wrong to be this close to each other. Where was the tense between them again? How could it diminish that easily?

Her eyes fluttered open upon feeling Jimin strong gaze on her, and she was indeed right. Jimin eyes sparked under the light, looking dashing as always even without his makeup. He would always appear beautiful in front of her. Resting his forehead against Seul, he murmured awfully low “Seul-ah..I am sorry..for everything” it surprised her once again. Wow, Jimin is full of surprise.

“I didn’t mean to yell at you or call you with those horrible names. I was protecting Jungkook and..myself I guess..It was hard to admit to my own feeling Seul-ah” he continued.

Protecting himself? Seul flinched.

Seul smiled meekly as her fingers unconsciously tangled with his free hand on his lap, fiddling around casually “I understand. And I want to apologize too. It is my fault that this happen. You have the right to question me, because I am a stranger. Just don’t call me bitch, I really hated it” her lower lips puckered out a little showing her protest.

Jimin’s soft chuckle ease the tension that she felt earlier with him “I need to control my anger next time. I am sorry that I vent it out on you. In fact, I have something to tell you Seul” Seul face fell with anticipation.

What else would she hear today?

“Seul-ah” he called out softly, sitting up straight.

For the umpteenth time today, Seul’s face started to lose its colour again.

Interlacing their hand together, Jimin took a deep breath before breaking the eerie silence again “Since it come to this, I will play it fair beside Jungkook” he professed.

“What do you mean by that” she looked at him clueless.

“I see you as a woman...”

“……..”

“I like you a lot Seul. More than you imagine. This feeling is torturing me” Seul lips quivered letting the emotions overflowed her. Then it hit him hard, so this was the thing that Namjoon hinted her earlier. Jimin was another someone in BTS who had similar feelings as Jungkook.

Seul squeaked “Jimin..I…don’t know, it is just-“ he hushed her, shaking his head slowly.

“Don’t… I want to play it fair as I mention. You don’t get to decide now. We will give this thing a time. I don’t mind, as long as you allow me to show my genuine feelings for you. Will you?”

“Jimin..I might not be worth fighting for” she looked down on their intertwined hands, giving him a soft squish.

He sighed “Yes you are. I deny my feelings enough Seul and I am not doing that again. It only hurts you and I. That is not worth it, I am embracing my feelings that I have for you. Let me fight along with Jungkook” Seul heaved a tired sigh.

“I don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t want Jungkook to get hurt. What if, this only bring pain rather than happiness?” she expressed her worries. Even though, it was indeed true you couldn’t stop yourself from falling in love, but this issue was more than just that. It involved a lot of thing.

“We will manage that. I talked this out with Jungkook”

Her eyes rounded in sheer surprise “You did? When?” she inquired.

“Urm… as soon as the talk with Namjoon hyung ended. Jungkook is more than just a friend, he is my family. We talked about this. Seul, it is not like we plan to fall in love with the same person. It is coincidence. We will be able to manage this without hatred” Jimin convinced.

Seul needed a moment to decipher this whole thing. The idea of being in the middle of Jimin and Jungkook was so bad making her unsure of herself. If this only involved these two guys then it would be fine to her, but what if someone else resurfaced and professed the same thing, like Yoongi. She shrugged off the thought of the possibility being fight over again by another member.

“Jimin..I am not sure, I am scared of the future”

“Then lets live the present, that is important. Do not think about the future”

“At the end of the day, I will still have to choose” she protested.

“And when that day come, we will ready our heart Seul-ah. It is long way to go, do not let the future hold us back” he whispered, caressing her cheeks lovingly.

It never dawns on her to experience this kind of thing this year, what a mess. Did her decision to replace her mother as BTS Caretaker only to cause chaos rather than promoting peace?

Seul sighed, resting her head against his shoulder seeking for comfort and warmth. This thing was draining her energy, she felt numb. Jimin wrapped his arm automatically around her shoulder, bringing her close to his chest “I am sorry if this is too much for you to handle Seul” he rubbed his arm, planting soft kiss on top of her head.

Curling up in his embrace, Seul buried her face at the crook of his neck, inhaling his sweet manly scent “I am sorry that I can’t give both of you the answer that you want” she mumbled against his skin.

“Why are you sorry? We don’t need the answers now, we only need your presence around us. That is enough” he soothed his lock, smiling ear to ear at their close proximity. He had been dreaming doing this thing with Seul, having her in her arms and cuddling on the sofa. It felt unreal.

“Thank you Seul..”

“And what is that for?”

“For existing and allowing me to experience this”

Seul smiled to herself “That line is so cliché Jim. And, thank you for having that kind of feeling for me. ” he beamed. Jimin locked his arms around her tighter, nuzzling her hair in process. Whatever it takes, Jimin would never deny his true feelings anymore. He’s willing to see how far this could go. Only that he was not able to see what the future beholds, it never stops him.

Her lids started to grow heavy, and she found herself enjoying Jimin’s warmth around her. Was this a start of everything? She did question herself what change after today. Guess, Seul had to live with the fact that in one day she received two confessions from an unexpected male.

Her life was about to get interesting.

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When Jimin woke up it was eight in the morning, they had cuddled on the couch and fallen asleep. Jimin smiled to himself admiring Seul’s sleeping face, he felt a warmth that he never experiences before. Seul looked exhausted and calm in his embrace. His moist lips landed on top of her head to get her to wake up.

Few minutes later, she roused herself and with her eyes perfectly shut, he could see her sweet smile on her face “Did we fell asleep here?” she stretched a little, burying her face shyly in his chest.

Jimin chuckled, stroking her back gently “Yes, but we did get a good sleep anyway” Seul nodded and sat up followed by Jimin afterwards. As soon as her eyes landed on Jimin’s morning hair, she giggled and leaned closer. Raking her fingers in his soft lock, she stroked it gently, fixing it a little while Jimin was too busy staring at her.

“There you are set to go” she exclaimed. Her chirpy voice lightens up his world, what a good way to start a new day. “Oh shoot, it is late I need to clean the house and prepare you guys breakfast. I hope Jin is not awake yet” she combed her hair getting ready to leave.

“You go out first I will come out later. You don’t want to be bombarded by questions this early” he pinched her nose. Scrunching her nose cutely, she gave in with the idea. Seul arose from her feet and as she was about to leave, she skipped quickly to his side.

Dazed Jimin gave her a questionable look, she closed the gap between them, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. He turned giddy over it and she heard her whisper “You said to give both of you a chance. So, I am giving both of you a chance. Good morning Jimin” with those last word, she skidded outside the room with a bright pink face.

Jimin buried himself once again under the soft blanket, letting himself fanboying over this small tingly feeling that he had this early. He would never regret his decision. Just like he said, he would only live the present for now. The future was still far ahead, anything could happen until then. If he worries the future now, it would be no fun in dealing with his every day’s life.

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Jin blinked at the figure who just walked pass him and he called her out before she could disappear further “Seul, you are awake?” she jolted and turned to face Jin nervously.

“Are you awake already? I am so sorry, I overslept Jin. Let me prepare the breakfast!” she walked over to Jin with guilt.

“Hey don’t worry Seul. It is my duty. Today, I want you to eat my cooking. May I know why are you coming out from that way?” he blinked, taking a good look at Seul’s flushed face.

Seul rubbed her arms, trying to find perfect answers which did not sound suspicious “I couldn’t sleep yesterday. I stayed in the lounge until I fell asleep” Jin lips was formed into an ‘o’ shape with a bright smile.

“Good morning hyu-“Jimin cleared his throat realizing the older guy had woken up and was interrogating Seul. She cursed in her head in frustration when she heard Jimin’s voice boomed across the hall. That called for another trouble.

Jin eyed the two suspiciously “And why are you not in your room, may I ask?” he probed with a hint of jealousy.

“I…fall asleep in Jungkook’s room.. We got carried away and we really had a long talk” he lied. Jimin and Seul exchanged nervous glance as both of them felt their brain momentarily froze due to Jin’s sudden appearance this morning.

“Really? Hurm.. Okay then.. go wash up and wake up others” a sigh of relief escaped from their lips. Jin bought it and that was good enough. Fleeing from the scene, Jimin quickly entered his room before he could ask him more question.

Jin travelled his eyes to Seul “You too go wash up. I will prepare breakfast for us alright?” he hushed her out from his territory causing the girl to pout in protest. She complied to Jin’s request anyways because after all, he almost caught her red handed a few second ago. How awful would it be if Jin found out Jimin and her fell asleep on the couch together?

Everyone was in the dining room an hour later, and for some reason the thick atmosphere was no longer there. Instead, the breakfast turned out to be lively and filled with laughter from every corner. The boys made Seul felt comfortable and she was grateful none of them brought up the sensitive topic anymore. So, they had decided to follow the flow and not to pressure themselves over petty things. Since Jimin and Jungkook had decided to play it nicely, there was nothing to be worried off.

Hoseok on the other hand had the time of his life, goofing around with Seul which she enjoyed every second the guy cracked his silly jokes. In fact, Kim Taehyung also showed his silly side making everyone cringe at his randomness. Everyone had opened up to each other and to have Seul in the picture gave more colours to their already meaningful life. After breakfast, Seul cleaned up the place like she usually does but only this time the boys offered their hands to help.

No matter how much she insisted of doing it alone, they were all stubborn. They only allowed her to do the laundry and cleaned the living room and their private lounge. Namjoon ordered his members to clean their own room which they complied without any complain. Even for the lazy bum Jungkook, surprisingly he was the first one to finish off the cleaning. Therefore, he went to Seul helping her with the laundry.

She had given up to nag or show her protest, so she let the boy to help. In exchanged of that, Seul had a good chat with Jungkook. It felt better to have conversation with Jungkook without his mask on. This felt too real to be truth, but this guy was down to earth. Every Bangtan members was not as snobby as she thought they appeared to be. They were not just effortlessly beautiful, but they were kind and relatable.

Relatable, that was the perfect way to describe them.

After good one-hour spring cleaning with Bangtan, they were ready to leave for their practice. Seul too was getting ready to leave for work, she bowed showing off her gratitude for letting her stay over a day “Thank you for letting me stay” she smiled.

“Need I to remind you this is your workplace too. Don’t be formal. We are glad to have you around” Jin ruffled her hair only to receive a low protest from Seul. She shot him a glare for messing up her hair. Jin raised his hand in defeat and shrugged.

“It is fun to clean the dorm with you Seul. Will we be able to meet you again next time?” Taehyung had a big fat smile across his face causing to squeal over his cuteness. “Of course, there will always be next time” she jabbed his arm playfully.

“Leave before your manager come up hunting you down. Have a good day ahead everyone” she waved as she watched one by one of them leaving. Jungkook gave her a brief hug with a wink, causing her to blush instantly.

She deadpanned mentally, trying to get used to his affection towards him.

Yoongi was fall behind and the sight in front of him, annoyed him to the core. He shoved his hand in his pocket pulling out a small paper resembled the sticky note. Scrutinizing his straight face, Seul looked down on her hand when he slipped the note on her palm.

“What is this?”

“Tomorrow, 4PM. Bungee jumping. It is a date” he dashed off without saying more. Seul gawked not believing what she just heard few seconds ago. Did Yoongi just ask her out for a date? It came to her realization; the small note was an admission ticket to the bungee jumping thing.

Does it mean, it isn’t just Jimin. Yoongi too? She grunted under her sharp breath. Seul was making sense out of this again. How was it possible to have three guys chasing after her fragile heart?

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Soldat[7/10]

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader. Slight Steve Rogers x Reader.

Warnings: swearing, lots of angst, some fluffy parts if you look close, and smut (eventually)

Summary: Captain America and Reader have worked together at SHIELD for over a year. What happens when they have a run in with The Winter Soldier and when the reader is captured by Hydra and The Winter Soldier, again. Can she make Soldat remember her or is her life with Steve just a slow fading memory now?

A/N: Here is chapter seven! This is all about Soldat and Readers past so buckle in for an angsty ride! TAGS ARE STILL OPEN!

Day One

Eyes fluttered open softly, allowing the light to blind me for a few seconds as I stared up at the crackling ceiling. I followed the lines, hoping that it would lead me to an idea where I was but came up empty as I realized I was in a room with no windows, one door, and the lone cot I was currently laying on. My heart thumped in fear as I tried to remember how I ended up here.

I was drinking in a bar in Siberia as I was going over my notes for the local terrorist group I was following. I was alone for most of the night until a strange man came up beside me, gun pressed to my side, muttering in my ear that I had to go with him or else.

The last thing I could remember was getting thrown into the back of a van and darkness. The watch on my wrist indicated that happened….

Sixteen hours ago?!

“What the fuck happened to me?” I groaned, clutching my forehead.

The door clicked open, men dressed in European military uniforms catching my immediate attention.

“Where am I?” I spoke in the native tongue.

They ignored me, continuing on their own conversation and paid no attention as they stood guard at the door, guns slightly drawn.

Discreetly, I slid my hand down my calf trying to feel if the knife I stashed into my boot was still there.

“You think we would leave you with a weapon?”

A small man entered the room now, glasses perched high on his nose. He gently removed his hat, handing it to one of the guards before sitting on a chair in front of my cot.

“Who are you?” I questioned.

He merely tsk’d before pulling a grey folder from his briefcase. “Y/N L/N. You’ve been an agent with the FBI for almost two years now and you’ve only been on one case. Why is that?”

“Is that a file on me?” My eyes landed on the file.

“You were on New York SWAT for three years before this but had to leave for different opinions pertaining to a rather personal case.”

“That’s no one's business but my own,” I snapped. “You shouldn’t even have that information.”

“I’m a very powerful man, Ms. L/N. I have many ways to get the information I want. Just like how you got info about me.”

“Am I supposed to know who you are?” I squinted my eyes at him.

“You’ve been looking for me for the last six months. I thought we could finally meet.” He gave me a small smile.

“Wait,” my eyes widened. “You’re Dr. Zola? I thought you were dead. That’s why it’s been so hard to find you.”

“I’m alive and well.”

“Why did you kidnap me? To shut me up?” I crossed my arms over my chest, foot shaking with nerves.

Dr. Zola handed one of the guards the folder before shaking his head. “Our last student didn’t make it. We needed someone new.”

“Stu-student?” I stuttered.

“Yes, for Soldat.” Zola nodded.

“Soldat?”

He answered my question with a wave; a new man entering the small room. My tired eyes raked in his appearance from head to toe. He was dressed in combat boots and black cargo pants. His broad chest was covered in a black vest, various pockets that held God only knew what, his long brown hair was falling into his eyes but did nothing to fix it. The only thing that held my gaze, however, was his left arm. It wasn’t like his right; this one was made entirely of metal.

“Who’s this?” I questioned, voice shaking with fear.

“Ah Soldat, meet your new student. Hopefully she’ll last longer than the last one.” Zola clapped his hands before leaving the room.

Soldat remained in place, a few feet away from me, and he slowly nodded to the guards.

“Leave us,” he demanded in Russian.

Suddenly, it was just him and I, my fear being the only thing you could feel in the room by my heart beating faster and faster.

“What am I your student for?” I mustered to ask.

“To fight.”

Day 23

“I need a minute,” I gasped for air as I tried to gain some space.

“You don’t have a minute.” Soldat reminded me as he flipped me over his shoulder, my own falling hard to the mat below.

It had been a hell of a couple of weeks. I had been captured by who I have come to find were the terrorist group I had been searching for; Hydra.

Every morning and night, Soldat would come to my room and train me for hours, fighting non stop. I had yet to find out why I was being trained to fight.

Soldat barely said a word to me during these training sessions. He was instructed to train me not to make small talk. I couldn’t get a read on him, what his story was or how he ended up here.

“Mother fucker,” I cursed, clutching my shoulder. “I think it’s dislocated.”

Soldat remained silent, roughly pulling me to my feet and snapped my arm back into place causing a scream to erupt from my throat.

“That’s enough!” I screamed pushing my palms into his chest. “I’m done! No one has told me why I’m here, getting my ass kicked by a guy with a fucking metal arm!”

A small smile pulled at his lips and all the anger from being held captive here built up causing me to bring my hand back, wiping that smile off his face with my fist.

Regret filled me when I saw the quick flash of anger cloud his eyes but his deep laugh relaxed my shoulders a tad.

“That’s more like it.” He muttered while rubbing his jaw.

“I already know how to fight. I don’t need someone to teach me,” I admitted, fists clenched at my sides.

Soldat nodded. “Then next time should be easy for you.”

Day 37

The chill in the air caused me to wrap the blanket closer to me as I dug myself deeper into the bed that I started calling my own. I was unsure of the time but the tiredness in my bones made me believe it was time to let sleep succumb me.

A soft sigh left my lips as my mind wandered yet again to the man that had been clouding it the past few weeks.

It had been almost two weeks since my last training session with Soldat. He stopped coming by in the mornings and nights which made me wonder if our sessions were over and what that meant for me.

That thought was short lived when Zola brought in someone else to train me. He didn’t want me to forget anything while Soldat was away.

Rumor had it, Hydra sent him away from some mission.

Besides the one old guard that would bring my food twice a day, Soldat was the only constant thing in this prison that had become my home.

Heavy eyes fluttered shut, breaths becoming deeper and heavier and the long awaited sleep was so close. But the door to my room slamming open caused my eyes to snap open and push myself to my knees, I watched as Soldat entered, anger clear on his face.

“Where have you-.”

The air to my lungs were constricted as Soldat wrapped his metal fingers around my throat, slamming me deeper into the cot.

I trashed against his body, nails digging into the skin of his flesh arm, not bothering him an inch. I racked my brain for all the training he had taught me to try and get out of this. I attempted to wrap my legs around his waist to flip him but he was two seconds ahead of me, his flesh hand pining my hips down onto the bed.

My body began to sweat with the fear of what was about to come.

I wrapped a hand around his metal wrist as I looked into his eyes, the light far gone from them.

“Soldat,” I choked out.

The air suddenly rushed back into my lungs causing me to cough uncontrollably as he finally let go, the bruises already starting to form I was sure.

His hand and hips kept me locked into place on the bed and his other hand gripped my chin, forcing me to look in his eyes.

“You only train with me. No one else can have you.” His voice demanded through gritted teeth.

Once I could breathe again, I gave him a sorrowful nod. “I’m sorry.”

We stayed in this position for a few more beats, his hips locking mine into place while his eyes bore into my own. His chest rose and fell with each breath, mimicking my own in the small tank top I wore; it was one of the few clothes that Hydra had loaned me.

Soldat’s eyes traveled over the swell of my breasts and I felt the heat spread down to my core as he slowly ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

“Get some sleep. We’re starting early tomorrow,” he breathed before pushing himself off of me.

The room had a sudden chill to it as soon as he left the room and after wrapping myself into a cocoon with my blanket, I found myself falling asleep wishing it was his arms

Day 56

Chains dragged behind me as I followed the path the two guards were leading me on. We turned a corner and continued down another long hallway. They had dragged me out of bed this morning, muttering something about getting some “fresh air”.

I chuckled at their definition of fresh air; it was a small sunroom with a few potted plants and one large bench seat. Thankfully the bright sunlight beamed through the glass windows, spreading warmth into my skin.

“Ten minutes,” one of the guards demanded while tossing me a book.

They took their post on the outside of the door, backs turned to me, and I opted for not reading the book deciding I would rather stare out of the windows. This was the first time in almost two months that I had been granted access to the outside world.

Sort of.

The beautiful images of mountains scattered the skyline, the fresh snow blowing in the wind. I walked closer to the windows, peering down below and that was when I realized I was high up.

Wherever I was being held captive was on top of a mountain.

“Beautiful.”

Jumping at the deep voice, I looked over my shoulder and a small smile came to my face.

“Soldat, you’ve returned.”

He nodded, tucking a strand of hair out of his face. “I returned last night.”

“How was your mission?”

His silence was enough of an answer I needed.

“Have you been training?” He questioned, still keeping a safe distance between us.

Immediately I shook my head, the chains rattling. “They won’t let me while you're away. You’re the only one I can train with.”

Soldat turned his head, eyes taking in the appearance of the chains around my wrists and ankles. A scowl appeared underneath the stubble covering his mouth and he waved me over with a finger.

Swallowing thickly, I tried the best I could to walk over to him, feet coming to a halt in front of him. He gripped the chains with his metal fingers, breaking them off of me with ease.

“You’re not a monster,” he muttered.

I rubbed away the red marks on my wrists while giving him a smile of thanks. “What will happen to you once they find out?”

“You should get some rest, we have a big training session tomorrow.” Soldat spoke, ignoring my question.

I wondered with fear what exactly they would do to him. Every time he would arrive back from a mission, his screams would echo through the base, keeping me awake at night. I yearned to be with him, comfort him. He was the only constant in my life now, I would do anything to be with him; to keep him from pain.

“Will you sit with me?” I nodded to the bench. “We don’t need to talk, just your company is enough.”

His body tensed, a bit hesitant, before he nodded and we both sat down with our knees a few spaces away from each other. I reached for the book and felt his gaze burn deep into the side of my head as I quietly read the pages, Russian almost becoming a second language to me.

We sat in silence, Soldat’s eyes watching me as I carefully turned the pages of the book, enjoying the quiet company of the man that would scare others.

“Soldat, do you know what this word is? I haven’t come across this one yet.”

I pointed towards a word in the book that was giving me trouble and felt the heat radiate off of him as he leaned closer to me, his shoulder brushing against my own.

“Dorogaya. It means my darling.”

My core twitched at the Russian translation and I coughed, trying to mask my arousal. “Thank you.”

“Dorogaya,” he repeated, this time more quietly to himself.

Day 85

“Faster! Harder!”

I let the screams of slight encouragement fuel me as I landed my fists into Soldat’s bare stomach, the force behind my punches doing nothing to phase him.

He reached for my neck but I swiftly ducked while spinning on my heels, tripping him in the process. Soldat landed hard on his back, the wind being knocked out of him, and I straddled his hips with my own, my hands pinning his own above his head.

Our breaths matched in sync, eyes boring into each other, and the sight of the smirk on his face made my heart nearly burst out of it’s cage.

“I win,” I breathed, my breath fanning over his bare chest.

My fingers itched want to run all over his grooves and muscles. Resisting the urge, I released my grip on his hands but felt the world turn as Soldat gripped my hips, slamming me on my back. His dark eyes stared down at mine, tongue rolling antagonizing slowly between his lips. He leaned closer to my own, his warm breath breathing life into me.

“I let you win.”

“Oh really,” I cheekily asked, a flirtatious smirk pulling at my lips.

Soldat nodded with his nose brushing against my own. “Of course, dorogaya.”

My heart fluttered at the pet name he had given me. Ever since our time in the sun room together, we had slowly started becoming closer with each and every training session. I was, however, afraid to take it farther than our flirtatious comments and soft touches. I wouldn’t allow him to get in trouble, or worse; hurt. Just because of how I felt about him.

His metal fingers traced down from my cheek to my neck and rested above the lines of my breasts. My breath became erratic when the lightly brushed over my left nipple, perky already due to the coldness of the building. Fingers dug through his locks and gave a slight tug causing a groan to vibrate low in Soldat’s chest.

“Are you leaving again?” I pondered.

He shook his head while palming my breast and I allowed a moan to slip through my lips.

“I told them no more missions until our training is done,” He spoke low.

I nodded.

“We really should stop. Before they find us.” I stuttered, not wanting him to stop kneading my breast with his hand.

“Let them, they can’t do anything to hurt me that they haven’t done before,” Soldat breathed into the skin of my neck.

He nipped and sucked there, leaving his mark to show the others here who I belonged to. My hands ran down the thickness of his back and I pressed my hips up into his, a loud hiss breaking it’s way out of his throat.

“Dorogaya,” Soldat moaned.

My fingers traced up his back, slowly fading over where his skin met metal. His body tensed, the lust in the air immediately dissipating as he pushed his body off of me. I was left alone on the dirty floor of my room as I watched him grab his shirt, throwing it over his chest.

“Did I do something?” I questioned, sitting to my knees.

“I need to go,” he grunted.

“Soldat,” I stood to my feet now, “Please tell me if I did something!”

He ignored my cries of wonder, letting the door slam behind him and drowning out my quiet sobs.

Day 124

No more training sessions.

Zola had told me that I was done training with Soldat. He had too many missions to go on and not enough time to give to me. Doubt racked my brain if that was truly the reason why they wouldn’t allow him to train me anymore. They must have found out about us.

I couldn’t dwell on it for long, Zola assigning another guard to my training. He wasn’t anything compared to Soldat; he was quiet and wouldn’t allow me the chance to improve. Only wanting to show off his strength. We had moved the training sessions in the main area of the compound, in front of every eye. But the only eyes that mattered were the ones that I wanted approval of.

Soldat would watch from a distance, not bothering to step in when the new trainer would hit me a little too hard. I wouldn’t let that phase me, though. I gave it back a hundred times harder which would only anger him more.

Which is how I ended up sporting a black eye for the last week.

Soldat almost stepped in when the new trainers hand grazed lower and lower from my back with each session. Earlier today, we had been sparing in front of all of the other guards and I did my best to ignore their gawks of stares as I attempted to land a strike to his stomach. He was a step ahead of me, twisting my wrist behind my back and pulling me into his chest. I felt his rapid breathing against my back as he leaned his lips against my ear.

“I love the way your ass fits against me,” He groaned.

I knew if I tried anything he would twist my arm higher up so I stood frozen in fear while my eyes traveled to the man in the corner, giving him silent pleads for help.

Soldat turned his back on me.

After the sparring session, I retreated back to my room, a broken woman. My ego was hurt that I had succumbed so low to these beatings in front of other men. My heart was broken that the one man I had fallen hard for wanted nothing to do with me.

A soft groan left my lips as I stared out into the darkness of the room, sleep being the farthest thing from my mind.

“God, Y/N you’ve got to move on from him,” I ran a hand over my face with a very unattractive groan leaving my lips.

“Talking to yourself again?”

Sitting up in bed, I turned on the bedside lamp and made out a large silhouette standing by the door. But even in the soft darkness, the metal arm was hard to miss.

“What are you doing here?” I questioned.

Soldat stepped closer, stopping at the foot of my bed. “I’ve come to say goodbye.”

“Goodbye?” My voice shook with fear.

I then noticed he was dressed in his tac gear which meant only one thing.

“You’re going on a mission?”

He nodded. “I’ll be back by tomorrow night.”

Pulling my knees to my chest, I raised my brow at him. “You’ve never said goodbye before.”

“I wanted to see you.” He gave a small shrug of his broad shoulders.

“Oh,” I mouthed.

I allowed silence to overcome us as we both stared at one another, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. My palms began to sweat seeing the fire behind his eyes and I absentmindedly bit my lip.

Soldat ran a hand through his hair before a quiet fuck it slipped from his lips. He kicked off his boots before crawling his way towards me on the bed.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

He ignored my question, only rolling onto his back while pulling me into his chest and his arms wrapping around me. The rapid beating of his heart told me that he was nervous but still kept his arms tightly around me.

“I’ve been on hundreds of missions but now,” Soldat started, “Now, I’m worried about leaving you. With them.”

“I’ll be fine. You’ve taught me well.” I gave his sides a small squeeze.

“I’ve never felt this way before. It’s all new to me.” He admitted.

“What is?”

Instead of using words, Soldat’s fingers grazed my chin and pulled my face up to look into his eyes. He took a deep breath before he gently placed his plump lips over mine. The hairs on his chin and face tickled me as our lips moved slowly in sync.

My heart thumped through it’s cage in my chest as I ran my fingers through his hair, deepening the kiss. His own hands found their way over my stomach, down to my core and slowly ghosted over it.

“Soldat, please.” I moaned.

“You’re mine.” He grunted, fingers finally touching my heated core over my shorts. “All mine.”

“Only yours, I promise.”

My breath hitched in my throat when I felt the heat of his fingers against the skin of my stomach, them brushing over the waistband of my shorts. While his flesh ones worked with the ties of my shorts, his metal one pulled the ends of my hair, forcing my eyes away from his work on my shorts.

“I’ll come back to you.” He vowed.

I nodded.

“I know you will and I’ll be here waiting for you. Always.”

Soldat brushed his lips against mine, tongue delving between my lips and danced with my own as the kiss intensified.

“I have to go.” He groaned against me.

“Stay.” I begged clutching onto his arms.

“It’s my mission.”

Pulling away reluctantly, I gripped his chin and stared into his eyes. “Please be safe.”

“Of course, dorogaya.”

Day 131

Seven days.

One week.

168 hours.

That’s how long it had been since I last saw Soldat.

He had yet to return from his mission and what originally was supposed to be a one night mission turned into one week.

I sat on the edge of my cot with my knee bouncing in worry as I chewed roughly on my bottom lip. I feared that Zola had found out about Soldat and I, which was the reason why he had yet to return.

“Where the hell are you?” I muttered.

I waited a little while longer, eyes trained hard on the door, hoping that he would bust through any moment. But after a few minutes of nothingness, I turned my back to the door only for it to open a second later.

“Come with me.”

My eyes squinted towards the guard, confusion well on my face. “Where are you taking me? I haven’t left in a whole week.”

“Soldat’s orders.” The guard ordered.

My heart rate sped up at the mention of his name. “Is he back?”

“No but he’s requested that you stay in his living quarters now.”

“Wh-what? Why?” I sputtered.

“As a reward for completing his mission. Come now.”

The guard quickly waved me to follow and not wanting to live another minute in this tiny hell, I scrambled to my feet and followed. Not bothering to take anything with me, I tracked close behind the guard as we turned a few more corners, coming to a stop at a lone door at the end of the hallway.

The guard grunted towards the door before leaving me alone, my steady breaths coming in and out of my nose as I took a second to gain my bearings. In the months that I had been held captive here, I had never seen Soldat’s room; or anything else besides my room, the sparing center, and the “outside” room I was allowed to sit in every few days.

My hand gently grasped the cold knob and taking one last breath, I slowly pushed the door open. Before my feet crossed the threshold, I gazed around the room taking in every inch of Soldat’s private space.

It wasn’t big by any means, it would definitely be crowded with the two of us, however it warmed my heart knowing that we would be sharing that bed together. The bed was only made for one and was even small for Soldat.

Next to the bed was a table that mirrored the one I had one in my room. On the top of the table rested a small lamp and a book that looked like it was read ten times over. On the other side of the room was a small dresser that had more books resting on it and next to the dresser was a door that led to somewhere I was unsure of. The large window on one wall allowed the sunset to stream in, painting the entire room in a golden light.

My gaze rested on a pair of clothes that were neatly folded on the chair in the other corner of the room. Taking a breath, I crossed over the threshold into Soldat’s room and grasped the pair of clean clothes in my hands. It was only a new pair of jeans, underwear, and a long sleeve shirt but the soft fabric was enough to bring me to tears. I had only been given new clothes once since being here and that was the first night.

“It’s not much but it’s home.”

Jumping at the deep voice, I turned on my heels and felt my heart leap to my throat. Soldat stood at the doorway, his body a clear indication of the toll the mission put on him. Stray hairs had fallen from the low bun he had pulled them in, the lines on his face screamed that he hadn’t slept in days, and his tac gear was covered in dirt and blood, the blood had also covered his metal arm in streams. Fear raked my body, wondering whose blood was all over Soldat and I bit my lip to stop from asking.

“You’re back,” I breathed.

He remained silent, his intense gaze taking over my body. His body tensed when he fell on my lips, the sight of the two cuts burning into his brain.

“What happened?”

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I shifted on my feet. “I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.”

“What happened?” Soldat questioned again, this time closing the distance between us.

Metal fingers gripped my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes as they danced over my face. Anger flashed across them when the soft words left my busted lips.

“Ben didn’t appreciate getting beat by a girl.”

“What did he do?” Soldat demanded.

“He just hit me a little too hard. I’m fine, Soldat.” I reassured him as I gripped his flesh arm.

The anger still flooded his veins and I linked my fingers with his metal ones, fearing he would leave me and do something we would both regret.

“You need to get yourself cleaned up,” I encouraged.

Soldat was still silent, only giving me a small nod as he pulled me with him towards the closed door.

“What?” I questioned.

“You need a bath.” He demanded.

Licking my lips, I let the fear of him seeing my bare flesh push away the thoughts of us in the bath together.

“No, you can go first Soldat. The blood is going to take awhile to clean.” I lied, hoping that would keep the thought of us naked together out of his head.

I was afraid of what he would think when he saw the bruises and scars that covered my body.

His eyes hardened, seeing right through my lies, as he gripped my arm causing a loud hiss to pass through my lips.

“Fuck,” I cursed pulling my arm to my chest.

He didn’t grip me that hard, I knew that. It only hurt because of the bruise that covered half of my forearm.

“Take off your shirt.”

The soles of my shoes were frozen to my spot, being weighed down with the fear of what Soldat was about to see.

“Sol-.” I started.

“Take it off,” his voice was deeper and rougher.

Gnawing on my bottom lip, shaky fingers gripped the bottom of my shirt, slowly raising it over my stomach and head, letting it fall to the floor in silence. Instinctively my arms wrapped around my chest, trying to cover as much as I could. Soldat didn’t make me uncomfortable; the idea of showing him my battle scars is what did.

His dark eyes were now almost black as he looked over my bareness of flesh, taking in every inch of bruises and new scars that had yet to heal over my stomach, chest, and arms. The blood had dried hours ago but the exhaustion of today’s training had stopped me from cleaning my wounds.

My mouth dried with the intensity radiating from Soldat’s body.

“We-uh, Ben decided to start the knife training today. He wouldn’t let me get a chance to prove myself. He kept stabbing and slicing,” I admitted quietly.

Soldat tongue grazed over his bottom lip and nodded to the door behind me. “We need to clean those wounds.”

“Are you upset?”

The tone in his voice answered my question before I even asked it but I needed to make sure he wouldn’t leave, do something stupid.

He remained silent, beckoning me to follow him with a snap of his head. Obeying with a soft sigh, I trailed behind him into the bathroom that was connected to his room. The soft breeze coming from the vents caused me to wrap my arms around my bare chest, trying to keep the warmth in. I could see the way Soldat’s muscles in his back tensed as he leaned over, running hot water and letting it fill the tub. The steam danced around his head as he peeked over his shoulder, nodding towards my pants.

The silence was thickening and my fingers gripped the top of my pants, slowly pulling them down my legs; the new visions of bruises and scars clouding Soldat’s vision. The only thing keeping me from bearing it all to him was a thin piece of fabric. Soldat turned on his knees, face inches from my core, and goosebumps rose to my skin as I felt his finger slide my underwear down over my knees and I stepped out of them. He tossed them to the side while keeping his eyes trained hard on me as he looked up into my own.

“Get in.” Soldat’s flesh fingers tapped the back of my thigh, his warm breath brushing against my heated core.

The water immediately eased the sore muscles and wounds as I submerged myself, pulling my knees to my chest. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see Soldat stripping himself of his own clothes before I felt the water slosh behind me. Metal fingers wrapped around my middle pulling me into a hard chest. We sat in silence as he first cleaned me then him.

“I should have been here,” his words mumbled against the skin of my shoulder as he pressed a soft kiss there.

“You needed to go on your mission.” I reminded him.

“I will kill him.” He vowed.��

I hushed him with a soft squeeze of his thigh, fingers resting easily over the mass of them. “I’ll be alright.”

“You’re coming with me on the next mission.”

I smiled at the softness in his voice.

“I don’t think Zola will like that.” I admitted.

Soldat took a damp cloth to my legs and stomach, cleaning the wounds with soft touches.

“They can kill me to try and stop me.” Soldat deadpanned.

I opened my mouth to protest but he silenced me with a kiss to my forehead, whispering promises of him saving me, protecting me, no matter what the cost will be.

“I missed you, dorogaya.”Soldat breathed, his cock hardening against the small of my back.

“I missed you too,” I moaned.

His fingers grazed over my core underneath the water, rubbing circles over my clit. His lips attached to my neck, leaving his mark for all to see.

“I need you.”

The water splashed out of the tub as Soldat lifted me out and carried me bridal style into his bedroom. I fell to the bed with a soft sigh and my eyes took in the God-like form of Soldat, his dick twitching with anticipation. I took in every groove and line of his muscles, the way they tensed under the light as he stood in front of me.

“Soldat,” I begged, “I can’t wait anymore.”

“Say your mine.” He commanded.

“I’m yours.”

“Good girl,” Soldat praised while his metal fingers stroked his already hard cock.

He slowly climbed up the bed, laying soft kisses over the skin of my legs and thighs on his way up. My body shook with the want of his body on mine, skin on skin underneath the moonlight from outside.

That night, our bodies linked together in pure bliss and adoration for one another. Our moans that bounced off the walls were a proclamation of our growing love for each other.

That night was the first and last time Soldat and I made love.

Day 132-The last day.

Eyes slowly blinked open as I patted the spot next to me finding it empty and cold. My brows pulled together in confusion as I looked around the room trying to figure out where Soldat had went. I groaned at the soreness between my legs as I sat up in bed, clutching the sheet tighter to my chest. The memories of last night clouded my vision and my cheeks reddened remembering all the ways Soldat’s fingers and mouth had pleasured me.

The door had burst open causing me to jump at the sight of the man that had entered.

“Where did you–?”

“You have to go; leave.” Soldat rushed while handing me my clothes.

“What?” Tears started to well up in my eyes.

“You need to leave, now. It’s not safe for you anymore.” Soldat demanded.

Rising from the bed, I let the sheet fall to the floor before quickly dressing.

“What are you talking about?”

Soldat ran a hand over his tired face before a loud sigh left his lips. “Zola has plans for you that I will not let happen. You need to leave here.”

“Plans?” I croaked. “What plans?”

“There’s a door on the other end of the compound that I always leave through to go on my missions. I left it unlocked last night. Once you’re outside, run west for 5 miles. There will be a gas station that you can call for a ride.”

Soldat ignored my questioning pleads as he handed me a pair of his boots and a jacket to keep me warm once I was outside.

“No, Soldat. I’m not leaving you.”

“It’s not up for discussion. You’re leaving.” He demanded.

“I won’t leave you. I love-.”

My confession was short lived as we heard voices yelling from down the hallway. Soldat cursed before pulling me into his chest. His plump lips brushed against my forehead while his hands wrapped around my back, giving a hard squeeze. My fingers gripped tight his vest, the fear of leaving him weighing heavy on my chest.

“I can’t leave you, Soldat.” I confessed.

“Wait ten minutes then take a left at the end of the hallway, the door to your escape will be the last one on the left.”

Soldat pulled away from me, strong eyes staring into my sad ones. His pink lips stood out from underneath the stubble that had grown since the last time I had seen him. I unknowingly reached out for him as he took a step away from me.

“Soldat,” I sobbed. “Please don’t make me leave.”

“Stay safe, Dorogaya.”

We shared one last loving glance before I watched him turn his back on me, walk down the hall and out of my life.

Those ten minutes had passed by antagonizing slowly and now matter how much I wanted to stay here with Soldat, I knew that he was looking out for my safety. We both knew the kind of man Zola was and if whatever he had planned for me scared even Soldat, I knew I had to trust him.

Regretfully, my feet took me down the way that Soldat had instructed me. They froze, however, when I noticed commotion coming from the room to my left; the one I had to pass in order for me to reach my freedom.

“Get him in the chair!”

“Sir, it’s been months since we’ve wiped him. We don’t know the risks!”

“I don’t care about the risks! He needs to forget her!”

Slowly peeking from around the corner, I watched in fear as four men struggled to get Soldat in a chair that sat in the middle of the room. No matter how much he had fought the men, Soldat gave up in the end, falling into the chair with a groan.

When his broken eyes landed on me, his chest rose in fear and he motioned to the door, begging me to leave.

“I’m sorry,” I mouthed.

Not wanting to stick around and see what they were about to do to him, no matter how much I loved him, I ran down the hallway and out of the prison I had called home for the last 132 days. And away from the one and only man that would haunt my dreams every single night for the next three years.

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Contractual Attraction (2/?)

Enchanted Forrest AU

Summary: The war had raged on for many years, the people of Misthaven would say too many, and there was only one way to end it, only one way to quiet talks of rebellion. Princess Emma of Misthaven would have to marry the enemy, Prince Killian of Montave.

Notes: wow wow wow! I am so floored by the responses to this story. You guys are so great and I love reading all the comments! The plan is to update every Wednesday, but I also work full time and night shifts, so if that doesn't always happen just understand the next chapter is coming. Hope you guys enjoy!

Ao3 FF

Chapter Two: The Unexpected

Dinner was filled with small talk, mostly Anna and Elsa inquiring about Emma’s brother, Leo and her parents. Emma asked about the details of Anna and Kristoff’s wedding. It almost felt like old times until the King brought the conversation to a grinding halt.

“Are your gloves like Elsa’s old ones?” The air in the room felt like it was heavy and thick, no one dared to breathe. “To help you control your magic? Elsa said your parents’ approach to magic was better than hers, but perhaps they changed their minds.” Emma could see Killian stiffen out of the corner of her eye.

“Liam!” Elsa hissed and Liam ignored her, never taking his eyes off of Emma, his hard gaze trained on her and no one else. Emma’s gritted her teeth in an attempt to keep the insults from flying out.

“Normally I wouldn’t inquire, but you are going to marry my brother and I will not have anything happen to him. He’s my only brother,” Liam said curtly.

“Liam, this isn’t necessary,” Killian whispered. Without breaking eye contact with Liam, Emma removed the right glove revealing her scars for all to see, clutching the glove in her left hand. Anna and Elsa gasped at the sight; she doesn’t blame them. It is an ugly sight. Kristoff barely flinched. Killian and Liam’s faces remained expressionless. Pity flashed in Liam’s eyes and something akin to understanding sparked in Killian’s.

“Your brother is safe. I no longer have magic, haven’t for a few years now,” there was a pause in which silence filled the room, “If you’ll excuse me the journey here was quite exhausting, I’ll be turning in early.” Emma didn’t wait for a proper dismissal because she’s not sure she would have gotten it. She stormed out of the dining room and almost ran smack dab into Graham.

“Princess?” he asked, seeing her exposed arm. Snow and Emma had decided to keep it covered as long as possible. They thought that perhaps the deal could be called off by this. Graham knew of their plan.

“Did they take it off of you?” Emma shook her head and moved out of his grasp. “Did they hurt you?”

“No.” Emma turned on her heel and walked back to her suite without another word, not even sure what she would say if she wanted to.

There was incessant knocking on Emma’s door later that night. Emma groaned, knowing she couldn’t ignore it. She pulled on a robe and walked over to the door opening it just wide enough to see out of. Elsa stood there wringing her hands.

“Emma.”

“Why are you here?” Emma asked, getting straight to the point.

“To talk, to apologize, to explain.” Elsa looked distraught and Emma wouldn’t mind the opportunity for a word alone with her. Emma opened the door wider and stepped aside to allow her in.

“I’m sure you have questions,” Elsa said calmly as she walked through the door.

“Sure, let’s start with why they hell you thought it’d be a good idea to me to marry him,” Emma snapped. The subject had been bothering her since she was told it was Elsa’s idea.

“This war needed to end, and they have their reasons as do you. Marriage was the only way to stop our people dying. Emma, despite all you know about them, about Killian. He’s a good man. He won’t hurt you and you know that’s a hell of a lot better than most arranged marriages.”

“This isn’t what I wanted.” Elsa placed a hand on Emma’s shoulder.

“I know how you feel.” A look of understanding passed between them.

“The rumors were true. You were forced to marry him. You didn’t make that choice.” It’s not a question, it’s a statement, the truth.

“I made a choice for my people, granted my options were rather limited, but I did it with my head held high. It’s what you chose too. You didn’t come all this way to not follow through. You know this is your best option for your people. In time I came to love Liam, I know you won’t understand that now. I get you’re mad about dinner, about what Liam made you reveal, but don’t take that out on me.” Elsa’s cold, hard gaze sliced through Emma. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Emma didn’t want to fight with her. Emma walked a few steps to a chair by the fireplace and gripped the back of it.

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” Emma whispered, her gaze on the flickering flames of the fire.

“Do you want to talk about your magic?” Elsa asked and Emma traced the scars visible on her palm absentmindedly.

“No, it’s been years now. I’ve adjusted.” Emma crossed her arms, not quite meeting her friend’s eyes.

“You always encouraged me to accept who I was. That my magic wasn’t bad or to be feared. You gave me the courage to take off the gloves and live my truth.”

“I am living my truth. My actions led to this. The consequences are these scars. Magic always has a price.”

“I’m sorry I wish I could help.” Elsa brought Emma into a hug and it was surprising at first, but the tears Emma had been holding in for so long came out and while the pain of losing her magic may still be there Emma felt more herself than she has in years.

The next morning, they planned to meet and negotiate the treaty. While Emma got ready for the day, she left the gloves in her trunk. The secret was already out, no point in hiding anymore.

Graham joined her for the negotiations, which calmed her nerves. This trip was of great importance for her. Ever since she lost her magic her parents had been too scared to let her go far past the castle walls. They never made her stay, but their fear was palpable and over time it became easier to stay. This was a chance to prove herself and that her parents’ fears were wrong.

In the study Liam, Elsa, and Killian were waiting for them. Killian’s eyes trained on her the moment the door opens. His stare was unnerving, it was as if he saw her. Saw the real Emma, no one had ever looked at her like that. She had suitors throughout the years, none of them were there for Emma, they were there for the crown, the power. Maybe Killian was too, but there was something different about him, something that she couldn’t put her finger on.

“Good morning,” Killian bowed to her ever so slightly.

“Good morning,” she responded before turning to Liam, “I believe we have a treaty to finalize.”

“Of course, but before we do, I wanted to apologize for my behavior last night. I never should have approached the subject in that manner. I was worried for my little brother.” Liam nodded and Elsa looked pleased. Clearly this was her doing.

“Younger,” Killian said trying to mask it as a cough. Elsa chuckled at this.

“I understand your worry, as I have a brother of my own. Now, to business,” Emma gestured to the desk full of papers. They all pulled chairs to sit around the desk. Killian offered her a chair before she could grab one. Raised a gentleman it seemed. Elsa shot her an I-told-you-so look.

Their deliberations lasted throughout most of the morning and well into the afternoon. There were things that neither side will concede. Her parents want this war over quickly, but they weren’t ready to hand over everything the other side wanted so easily. Liam had grown frustrated throughout the day. Emma had managed to keep a relatively cool head.

“What of Killian’s title when you marry?” Liam asked barely looking up from his notes.

“He’ll be King naturally.” What Emma falls to mention is that Misthaven is a matriarchal society and had and always will look to their queen. Killian’s title had little significance to what his power would be.

“Not Prince Consort?” Liam’s head snapped up, looking from her to Killian.

“No, my father and mother rule side by side, as King and Queen. That is how my kingdom does things. Prince Consort would demote him, if that’s what you wish it can be arranged,” Emma said dismissively, knowing Liam will not go for it.

“No, of course not,” there was a pause as Liam scribbled some notes to himself.

“The matter of your magic is all that remains for today.”

“What of it?” Graham snapped, coming to her defense.

“Will it always be dormant? Or is this something that will come back with time and healing?” A sharp edge present in the King’s voice.

“Liam…” Elsa said in a warning tone.

“I don’t know how that pertains to the treaty or if that is any of your business frankly,” Graham defended her once again, before she could get a word in edgewise.

“Why don’t we save this for tomorrow? It’s been a long day we can come back at this with fresh eyes tomorrow,” Killian said in an attempt to diffuse the tension.

“I think that’s a great idea,” Elsa concurred. Emma had kept her eyes on Liam this entire time, her gaze unyielding.

“No.” The room fell silent. “You don’t believe me when I say that it’s gone. The scars aren’t enough for you.”

“Princess, I’m sure that’s not-” Killian started and when Liam didn’t disagree with her, Killian fell silent, staring at his brother in shock once he came to the same conclusion.

“Don’t worry, Your Highness, if I were him, I wouldn’t believe me either. After all, it's not like Misthaven hasn’t played dirty in the past. It’s been a long, hard war. Would you like a demonstration, Your Majesty?”

“Yes.” Elsa placed a hand on her husband’s shoulder.

“Liam, no. I believe Emma, those scars aren’t natural.” Her pleas may as well have fallen on deaf ears.

“Elsa, it’s okay. I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t prepared to do it,” Emma told her old friend. Graham snatched her hand, catching her attention.

“You’ll do no such thing. Are you mad? After last time… I was sent here to ensure your safety and I won’t let you do this.” Emma snatched her hand back from him.

“Good thing what I do is not up to you.”

“Princess, I have to agree with your knight here. This seems like a bad idea,” Killian shook his head.

“Your King thinks otherwise,” she said staring directly into his blue eyes, which seemed to have a bit of panic in them. Quickly Emma grabbed the spare knife from Graham’s boot and cut open the sleeve of her dress, exposing more of her scars. Graham grumbled and took it back from her.

“I’ll remember this moment, Your Majesty,” Emma said bitterly. Holding her palm up, she closed her eyes for a minute to concentrate. For a moment there was a familiar sensation of warmth spreading through her. A ball of light flickered faintly in Emma’s hand before pain shot up her arm causing her to cry out. The ball of light faded, and more scars appeared on her arm spreading just above her elbow. Elsa gasped. Killian looked upon her in horror. Perhaps he finally realized that he was getting the short end of the stick out of this treaty.

“Your parents are going to kill me for letting you do that,” Graham grumbled.

“They already know you can’t stop me, don’t worry I’ll be taking the blame here,” she managed to get out, pain still shooting up her arm, but the scars no longer advancing.

“There you have it, Your Majesty. No magic here, no threat, no cure. My parents already tried and failed.”

“Princess, I had no idea. I didn’t-” Liam stuttered clearly shaken by what happened.

“Of course, you didn’t. You don’t trust me. Not that I blame you, but at the same time this truce isn’t going to last without it, so you better start. I have put my trust in you. I sailed here with a minimal crew and only two knights. My father wanted ten. I have also agreed to marry your brother, a man who until recently was my sworn enemy. So, if you’d like this peace to last then I suggest you try to trust me.” Liam simply nodded, words failing him.

“I’ll be retiring for the evening. I’ll see you all in the morning,” Emma said curtly. When she struggled to stand Graham aided her and gave her a hand to hold onto. Killian tried to move to her, but Graham gave him a menacing glare. As the door shut behind the pair Elsa immediately turned on her husband.

“I hope you like sleeping on the couch because that was a despicable display,” she hissed at him.

“I had to-” Liam tried to defend himself, but fell short because he knew Elsa was right.

“What the hell is your problem? I don’t need your damn protection,” Killian fumed before storming out.

“Liam, if I were in that position would you make me do that? I can’t-” Elsa shook her head and stood up from the table.

“No, of course not. I didn’t know,” Liam said dejected.

“That’s not the point, Liam. She’s right, you need to trust her or at least try. We all need this war to end and if you humiliate her again, she will leave.” Elsa stalked out of the room without glancing back at him.

Killian stood in front of Princess Emma’s door shifting his weight from foot to foot. He held his closed fist in front of the door, unsure whether or not he would be welcomed at her door. They would be married soon however, so they would have to get used to one another, he reasoned with himself. His closed fist rapped against the wood hard and fast before he could change his mind.

A muffled come in was heard through the door, Killian opened the door, and stepped into the room. Emma sat in an armchair by the fire with a blanket thrown over her legs. She moved to stand when he entered, but he stopped her.

“Please don’t get up on my account.” She stayed seated, grateful to not have to get up.

“Thank you, is there something I can help you with?” She raised her eyebrow, not entirely sure about what he was doing here, in her room.

“I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“I’ll be okay. That takes a lot out of me and I haven’t done it in a few years,” she nodded.

“I’m glad you’ll be alright. You scared me- I mean us there,” he said, nervously scratching his ear. Emma tilted her head and blinked a few times. Was he worried about her? This trip was nothing like she’d thought it’d be.

“I’ve done this before.” Emma wanted this conversation over with already.

“Aye, of course. I’ll let you rest. Please let me know if you need anything, my room is just down the next corridor.” Emma nodded as she watched him leave. Once the door shut Emma pushed herself up from the chair and moved slowly to the bedside. She stripped out of her gown before climbing into bed. The fatigue from her attempt at magic hit her like a brick wall and sleep came easily after the day she had.

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