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honey-boyyoongi · 1 year

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Pairing ➪ Yoonji x Y/n | Jimin x Y/n | Yoonji x Jimin x Seokjin

Word count ➪ 6k Words

Warnings ➪ cursing through out; authors horrible attempt at humor; mentions of blood; mentions of anxiety attack; description of an anxiety attack;

Summary ➪ Y/n needs a place to stay as of yesterday. Her roommate bailed on her, she’s too far from her grandmother, and her boyfriend lives in a box with his best friend. The place she seems to find has everything; space, low rent, a short commute to her job, and seemingly nice roommates. But there are some things that are kinda weird. Like how her female roommate is up at all hours, and her male roommate mumbling about his plants yelling at him in the middle of the night. She can get through this, right?

A/n: Heyyyyyyyyyyy. Damn it took me months to update this one huh. Sorry for being so quiet lately, I’ll update my Yoongi au soon. I hope yall enjoy this update. As always feedback is appreciated and if you would like to be added to the tag list please let me know 💕

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Yoonji runs towards the front door; Seokjin’s eyes are wild and dilated, his usually pristine white blouse is stained deep red. His mouth is covered in blood, his cheeks stained with tears and dirt. His usually styled hair is messy and unkempt. “Oh, my god, Jinnie what happened,” she pleads, “Who did this? Was it Choi? I swear to the gods I will drag him out in the sun myself if he-,’ Yoonji stops when she looks over Seokjin’s shoulder, “Jin, what the fuck did you do?”

Seokjin shudders, “I didn’t mean to, I was- fuck. I haven’t fed since I gave you blood. The council refused to let me into the donor wing, even though it's my side of the Kim clan that created it in the first place. To punish my gluttony they said. I asked Jaeyoung for bags, but he never got back to me. I was walking home, taking my way through the park. I smelled blood, coming from the bushes. I thought it was an animal, but the smell got stronger and sweeter, it was fresh human blood. I couldn’t help it, Yoonie. I’m sorry.” Seokjin struggled to hold in his sob. Yoonji needed to figure out a plan and fast, but it seemed the universe had other plans.

Yoonji turned at the gasps that echoed in between Seokjin’s harsh breaths. Y/n stood wide eyed, frightened. She knew.

“Oh, shit,” Yoonji mumbled. “Y/n.. I need you to breathe slowly. Please.” The older woman walked slowly towards her younger roommate, hoping that she didn't do anything irrational.

Y/n evades her, running towards Seokjin, “Holy shit, Jin, what happened?”

Seokjin sobbed harder into the tile, struggling to find his voice, “I-fuck! I..I was walking..and.” Yoonji could feel her friend’s desperation, she rubbed Jin’s back in an attempt to soothe him. “I didn’t know.. I swear I didn’t, kitty.”

Y/n stopped in front of Jin, taking in the chaos that he had brought with him. “Fuck, “she grumbled. She joined Jin on the floor, scanning him for any potentially fatal wounds, “Jin, were you stabbed? Shot? You’re covered in blood, fuck.” Seokjin stared at her, shocked that she would get so close. Their roommate scooted closer to a still Jin, Yoonji watched, frozen. She didn’t want to scare Y/n by trying to pull her away, but she also doesn’t know in what state of mind her best friend would be. There was a large chance Seokin could attack her, if he saw her as a threat.

“Jimin,” Yoonji hissed, “Jimin, hurry, Y/n is getting too close to Jinnie.”

Jimin cursed, he hurried from his pantry with their first aid kit, “I’m trying, I have delicate jars in this thing.”

Yoonji could see Seokjin’s figure tense, his pupils were dilating with every centimeter Y/n crawled closer. “Jimin, please,” she begged. With the wave of a finger and a grunted curse, Y/n fell to her side, they were able to narrowly avoid another incident in their home. The elder was able to catch her roommate, preventing any injuries.

Jimin anxiously made his way towards Seokjin, “Yoon, take her to her room. The spell I used should keep her asleep for a while, let's hope she doesn't have to work a shift tomorrow. We can’t have more people involved.” He carefully lays the aid kit on the ground, hastily trying to find what he needs.

Yoonji takes Y/n into her arms, working fast to get her out of the upside down living room. Once Yoonji settled their sleeping roommate on her bed, she skimmed for any bumps or bruises. The female vampire released a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, nothing seemed bruised or in need of attention, thankfully one less thing to worry about tonight.

Yoonji finds her roommates, and a stranger, still stationed in their living room. Seokjin was lying on the couch, his blood-soiled shirt on the floor next to him, dried blood in sporadic places, sweat glistening on his brow. Jimin had finished checking over Seokjin, deeming him free of any detrimental injuries. He was happy to confirm his friend was healthy, but there was still the matter of the man on the carpet. He was tall, and had dark hair. Yoonji was sure he was tan, but the lack of blood is causing him to look sickly. The man was wearing a dark blue matching t-shirt and pants set, with detailing on the hems.

She makes her way to the middle of the room to help Min out. The elder looks around trying to find something to clean up the dirt and blood stuck on her best friend. Yoonji spots and picks the wet wipes Jimin stashes in their first aid kit. While she hastily wipes down every visible stain of blood, Seokjin doesn't move. He’s silent, attempting to control his breathing.

“Jinnie what happened, “she whispered. Jin grumbled, slightly shaking his head, “Mmph.. kitty… I’m tired.”

“I gave him a sedative,” Jimin said, “It’s catered to vampires, so he’ll sleep for a couple of hours.”

“Was that necessary, “Yoonji asks worriedly.

“He was bordering on a feral state; he hadn't been feeding. The overwhelming emotions of fear, guilt, confusion and panic were pushing him to a frenzy,” he answered. “The last thing he needed was to go into a frenzy, hurt anyone else, and turn feral from the grief. Along with a sedative, I gave him something to keep him settled emotionally after he wakes up. Hopefully his body doesn’t purge it.” Jimin organized the items back into his kit tensely, “Please take the man on the carpet to my work room. I still need to treat him, plus, the smell of blood could set off Jin.” Jimin urgently rose from the floor, speed walking deeper into the house.

Yoonji finished the last of her clean up of Seokjin. Her stomach was less twisted seeing her longest friend safe. She fixed his hair back into place, and makes sure he’s comfortable for his rest.

Jimin was fixing a variety of creams and tonics when Yoonji came in with the living room stranger. She lays him on the futon Jimin keeps in his work room, for the days he has too many commissions. She closes the door, wanting to keep any noise from reaching Y/n down the hall. Jimin stripped the stranger down to his underwear, wiping him down with a warm cloth to rid him of any grime and blood. Yoonji takes the remaining cloth, assisting Jimin with cleaning the stranger. They work in silence, neither too sure what to say.

“Namjoon.”

“Excuse me?”

“Namjoon, “Jimin mumbles, “That’s his name.”

The elder stared at her younger friend with surprise. “Did you find a wallet with his ID in it, “Yoonji asked.

“I know him,” Jimin whispered. Yoonji stood shell shocked, “Jimin.. Oh gods, I’m sorry.” They continue to clean Namjoon in uncomfortable silence, until he is free of any grime. “He’s the friend I go on the trails with. He’s always at a park, or working at the plant nursery he co-owns with his roommate. I know Jin didn’t mean to, but I’m so angry.”

Yoonji didn’t know how to comfort her younger friend. She understands why he would be upset, Namjoon was a victim of ‘wrong place, wrong time’. “I know Min, I’m sorry. I understand why you would be upset. Jin didn’t mean it. He must’ve been more blood deprived than we realized, but he would never attack a human on purpose.”

“I know Yoonie. It’s just frustrating to see an innocent person getting caught in the crossfire, especially one that you’re close to, “Jimin sighs. “He’s not hurt, at least from what I can tell. No stabs, claw marks, cuts, or bullet wounds, but that’s not our biggest worry.”

“What is it then? He’s not a werewolf, is he, or a demon?”

“No, since Seokjin was starving, and went into some form of bloodlust. He injected Namjoon with venom,“ Jimin explained. Yoonji cursed, “Fuck! Are you sure?”

Jimin ushered Yoonji to the left side of Namjoon, he carefully tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck. He pointed to the very prominent bite marks, “When I was cleaning around his neck, the blood had a cloudy look to it. I knew he wasn’t sick; if Joon was a werewolf, Seokjin would’ve died within minutes. Namjoon’s body would kill itself trying to purge the vampire venom, if he was a wolf. If he was a demon, Jin would be sick, at worst he would have a stomach ache that would last for a few days, and Namjoon wouldn’t have been affected.”

“So he’s human, “Yoonji says.

“Was, “Jimin answers, “Jin released enough venom when he bit him to start the transformation. If I’m correct, the transition should be finished within 48 hours, maybe less.”

“Less,” Yoonji croaked, “How?”

“Born vampires are the only ones that can turn humans into vampires, correct,” she nodded, “Well, Seokjin is part of an aristocratic family, he’s also ancient. If I'm not mistaken all of that would make his venom more potent. Namjoon is a healthy human, add a potent venom, and boom you have a newborn.”

Yoonji’s mind was going into overdrive, what were they going to do? They had never sired a vampire. From a very young age they’re taught about how serious sire and fledgling relationships are. Sires can be parental figures to their fledgling, if they weren’t romantically involved before being reborn. Fledglings can easily go feral if they’re not guided correctly, or worse their sire’s reject the bond. Things can go to shit so easily. They’ve heard about newborns going feral hours after their finished transition. Seokjin has had to unfortunately, get rid of a fair amount of feral fledglings in his time in the council. It never gets easier.

“Yoonie,” Jimin whispered.

“Yeah,” she whispers back.

“Jin, won’t abandon him will he, “he asked. “Yoon, I know to you two he’s the human that got caught in the crossfire, but he’s my friend. Joonie has been a constant presence in my life for the last year. I don’t want to lose him to this. It might sound selfish, but it feels nice to be treated as normal, or at least be perceived as human. I don’t get envious looks for being the grandson of Park Hyejin. I can talk about plants, and not be told ‘I didn’t ask’. I’m not asked about spells, potions, or favors. I’m not asked about how granny and momma are so powerful, and why I’m not like them even though I’m the first born. I don’t have to take inventory of my greenhouse, or my workroom when he comes over. I’ve never had to use charms around him to keep myself safe. I’ve never had to scour myself, or gifts from him for peeping spells. It’s nice not having to watch my back.”

“Jimin.. I’m sorry. I didn’t know things were getting that bad. I’m sorry you’ve been dealing with this by yourself. I know nothing I say will make it okay. Seokjin will be responsible for Namjoon. Our families have taught us to guide, protect, and love those that we sire. If, for some reason, Seokjin decides to not take responsibility, I’ll become his sire. Namjoon shouldn’t be allowed to go feral, for his mistakes.”

“Will you really, “Jimin asked.

“Yes, I will,” Yoonji said matter of factly. “I might not know him like you do, but I can see you care about him. Like I said he’s innocent in all of this.”

They quietly finished cleaning Namjoon up. Yoonji is beginning to see subtle changes; he’s losing color, his claws are starting to grow out, he’s starting to become free of any blemishes. Namjoon is also starting to breathe more raggedly, she knows soon he’ll stop. The transformation always started physically, while the venom slowly killed the body. Young vamplings were always told the transformation was painful. She’s heard stories of sires sedating their fledglings with all types of concoctions. Most burned through the drugs or alcohol during their transition, or any concussion given to knock them out, was healed. Yoonji doesn’t know how Jimin’s friend will react once he’s woken up after the last breath, but she hopes he’s at least grateful that Jimin sedated him with a spell.

Being a newborn is hell, she’s seen it. Her favorite auntie was turned by one of her father’s younger brothers when she had just turned 14. She remembers the hunger, the sensitivity, the mood swings her auntie experienced. They were lucky to have had resources back then to ensure her auntie hadn’t gone on a rampage. There weren’t blood banks back then, and donors were a new concept that few clans had taken up. Yoonji still remembers her auntie complaining about her new fangs aching months after the transformation, and the sunlight sensitivity. It’s not all bad, at least from what she remembers. Her auntie was happy she didn’t have to ask for help with carrying heavy loads, she would spend hours gardening with no complaints of being tired, and surprisingly took on lumbering. Of course being immune to every human disease imaginable was also a plus.

They finish off the last of the grime on Namjoon’s legs, double checking on his bite wound, to make sure it's healing properly during the transition. Everything is looking good, well as good as the transition from human to vampire can be. Jimin struggles to put some clothes on Namjoon that look a bit small, but it will have to work. Jimin likes tight clothes, and Seokjin would be horrified if anyone caught him in anything less than his finest. Yoonji is significantly smaller than everyone in the house, even her largest garments would fit like doll clothes on her roommate's friend. They wouldn’t even dare going through Y/n’s closet to find anything worthy of his size or any stray pieces from Jungwoo.

Yoonji helps Jimin clean up the towels they used, putting away the different jars that belong in the first aid kit, and collecting the remnants of Namjoon’s clothes. They continue to work around each other, Yoonji ensuring she stays out of Jimin’s way as he reorganizes to stay calm.

“Min, “Yoonji whispers, “You said Namjoon had a roommate, what are we going to do about that?”

“Fuck, you’re right,” Jimin grumbled. “Hoseok will be worried if Namjoon isn’t home. He’s probably worried sick right now, they make a habit of trying to eat dinner every night. I don’t even know what to do, or what I’ll say to him. As long as I’ve known Namjoon he’s never been gone for more than a few days on his own. Him, and Hoseok always travel together.”

“What should we do, “Yoonji asked.

“I’ll text him from Joon’s phone. I don’t want to, but I’ll just say that I invited him on a last minute camping trip, “he responded. “We’ve been talking about going to the Black Bear Lake campsite for some mushrooms that I’m hoping are in season.”

“Will that work? Do you think he’ll believe it?”

“I’m hoping it will, we’ve been talking about it for a couple of weeks since I gave Joon some samples of my mushroom seasoning, and dried mushroom medley. Hoseok isn’t much of a camper, so we had planned it with only the both of us in mind. Hobi knew we’d leave at any moment, “her roommate explained.

Yoonji nodded, pleading to the gods that his friend wouldn’t come looking for the fledgling.

Namjoon

19:49

Hobi, Jiminie and I went ahead to the campsite.

We’ll be back by the weekend.

Hoseok

19:53

Okay! Be careful and don’t bring back anything that can make us burn or itch.

Or is poisonous.

Namjoon

19:57

No promises

Three hours later Seokjin woke up less filthy from what he remembered. He’s free of any grime, and caked blood. The elder assumes Yoonji was the one to freshen him up. Jin didn’t remember much past trying to find his way home with the park stranger.

The stranger…

Fuck..

Seokjin knows he bit the stranger, being withheld from feeding caused him more stress than he anticipated. Checking his surroundings, there’s a lack of blood. He cannot smell, nor see a trace of it. The vampire takes a deep breath to ensure everyone in his home is safe; he can smell Y/n, as well as Yoonji and Jimin, but the slight stench of death is sticking to them. Seokjin frantically makes his way to Jimin’s work room, forgoing any form of cover up.

Seokjin bursts into the room, frightening the duo. The elder vampire sighs in relief. Yoonji runs up to him, embracing tightly, “Jinnie, oh my gods.” Jimin joins next to them, whispering that he’s grateful Seokjin is okay.

Seokjin can hear Yoonji struggling to keep it together. He knows he worried her into an early grave. “Kitty it’s okay, I’m fine I promise,“ Jin coos. Yoonji lets out the small sob that had been stuck in her throat. “Don’t ever do that again, “she demanded. “Fuck the council, and fuck their donors. I can ask my dad to send us blood packs or have donors come to the house. Don’t ever go that long without blood.” Jin soothed Yoonji, he feels terrible for frightening her, and Jimin. The last time he was in this much of a distressed state was a century ago, but Yoonji wasn’t around to witness it.

Jimin guided them to a small loveseat at the corner of the room. It’s a tight fit, but Seokjin will make it work. They pile onto the couch; Jimin on his right, and Yoonji on his left. One has their head on his shoulder while the other is on his chest. Seokjin enjoys the warmth Jimin exudes, and Yoonji draws soft patterns on his stomach with her fingers. He further relaxes by humming a small tune, a lullaby his mother used to sing to him in his youth.

Jimin is the first to speak up, “What happened tonight Jin?””

Seokjin sighed deeply, “I didn’t realize how much time had passed. One day I’m helping Yoonji out of the brink of starvation, the next I’m being sent to Mongolia to aid with a territory dispute.” He paused momentarily. “They had humans.. But they weren’t donors.” Yoonji whipped her head up towards him, “The Mongolians are still taking humans?”

Jin shrugged, “This particular clan did. The Ganbolds are the oldest clan in Mongolia, as well as the most secluded. They’re.. Traditional, at least they claim to be. Anyway, they were fighting with a small vampire village on the border of their shared territory. It took a few days to get there, and even longer to mediate a compromise. I couldn’t even get a decent amount of animal blood.”

Yoonji furrowed her eyebrows, “Were the Ganbolds not sharing blood? Did none of the other elders have any blood to spare? I know for a fact that Na and Suh have a stash they bring everywhere with them.”

“Please, Na and Suh have made it well known how much they dislike my side of the Kim clan,” he answers. “The Gandbolds were not having the best season, to say the least. They had to ration whatever supply they had. I could survive with a little bit of blood. Also I’d set myself on fire before I asked any of those old bats for any form of help. When we came back I booked a couple donors, but when I had showed up they refused to let me in. Apparently Choi, Suh, and Lee have banned me from the donor wing because of the little binge I had.”

“How much is a little binge,” Jimin asked.

“It was three,” Seokjin answered. “It wasn’t even a lot. I’ve heard of Lee drinking from at least five donors at times when he feeds, just because he can. They said ‘Kim, your gluttony is unbecoming of a council member. You are now banned for a fortnight.’” The elder vampire could feel his tension returning, he took a couple of calming breaths, just like Jimin taught him. “I texted Jaeyoung to have a case ready for me. I knew I needed blood for the both of us. He didn’t answer me within the hour like he usually does. So, I decided to walk for a bit while I waited for him to respond. I was taking the long way, cutting through the trail by the park. All of the sudden I got the smell of blood. I ignored it at first, but it got sweeter the farther I walked up the trail. I thought it was a deer, or a fox… but it was him. The man had fallen… scraped his knee. He looked up at me, and he smiled.”

Seokjin swallowed the lump that was growing in his throat. Jimin scooted closer to him, molding himself to fit onto Jin’s side, Yoonji followed his lead. Jin readjusted himself, he pulled Jimin’s legs onto his right leg, and Yoonji onto his left leg. They were practically sitting on him, and the pressure felt relieving. “I was just trying to help him up. But the smell of blood… was too much. I blacked out for a second, when I came to we were full of blood. I freaked out. I couldn’t leave him there, so I brought him home and now we’re here. I didn’t mean to feed on him. I didn’t mean to attack him. I..” The vampire let out the sob that he was holding, “I never wanted to hurt him. I felt disgusted by how much his blood affected me.”

Yoonji reached up and dried his tears with the cuff of her soft cardigan, “I know Jinnie, you’d never hurt anyone.” She gently caressed the side of his face to comfort him, taking in how much regret he was feeling. Jimin stood up hastily, Jin furrowed his brow in worry. “Min, what’s wrong?” The young witch began to pace, murmuring to himself, “Breathe, two, three. Out, two, three.” He repeated this four times.

Seokjin gently removed Yoonji’s lower body from their current position, and he approached his younger roommate. “Hey, Min, I know you’re worried and I-” Jimin paused, visibly collecting himself, “I- fuck. Jin, I knew him.”

The vampire visibly tensed, “You knew him. Fuck, Min, I’m sorry. I.. I didn’t mean it. I swear. It was an accident, I swear Min.” Seokjin could feel a tingling sensation on his nose, he started to feel his face heat up as well as his ears. His breaths became shorter and he was struggling to take deep breaths. Jin could feel his chest tightening, and his head got lighter. He could barely hear Yoonji and Jimin trying to calm him down. Seokjin could hear the witch searching through his jars for anything that could help him calm down.

“Jinnie,” Yoonji whispered, “Tell me five things you see.”

“What,” he mumbled.

“Tell me five things you see,” she repeated.

“Uh, Jimin’s vine plant.”

“Good, what else?”

“Your fuzzy red polka dot socks.”

“Good job Jinnie, what else, “his friend asked.

“Jimin’s sunset lamp, my black hoodie that I’ve been looking for, and Min’s overflowing bookcase,” he answered.

“Okay, tell me four things you smell,” Yoonji said.

“I..uh..smell,” he paused and took deep breaths. “I smell your Eucalyptus body wash, Min’s peach deep conditioner, Y/n’s chocoflan, and burnt candles.”

“Three things you can hear,” Yoonji continued.

“I can hear Y/n’s heartbeat on the other side of the hall, I hear the ‘Alexa’ speaker still playing in the kitchen, and I hear Jimin’s boots,” he responds.

“Two things you can feel.”

“I can feel… my black trousers, and Min’s wooden floor.”

“One thing you can taste.”

“I can taste lavender, from the calming candy Jimin gives me,” Seokjin mumbles.

Jimin comes back to Jin, lavender gummy in hand. “Hey,” the witch said, “Jinnie I’m not mad at you. Eat the gummy, once you’re calm we’ll talk.” The elder vampire nodded, chewing the gummy quickly.

Yoonji guides them back onto the loveseat, arranging him and their roommate back to their prior positions. She fixes Jimin’s legs to go across Jin’s lap, and adjusts herself across both of them. The younger vampire tucks herself under his chin, quietly humming Mrs. Kim’s lullaby.

When Seokjin wakes up again, his roommates are clinged to him. Jimin is humming a tune of his own, and Yoonji is tracing the tattoo on the witch’s arm. He closes his eyes, enjoying feeling cared for by his friends. The older vampire tries to stall talking about their predicament, but he knows Jimin is aware that he’s conscious.

“Jin,” Jimin says, “I’m not mad.” He sits up, looking straight at him. Seokjin actively avoids meeting his friend’s eyes, he refuses to see how much he’s hurt him. The witch sighs, “I’m not mad Jinnie, I was scared. Terrified.” Yoonji gestures for him to listen to what their younger roommate was saying. He nods for Jimin to continue, “Do you know how horrifying it was to see two of my friends covered in blood? I thought someone attacked you both.”

Jimin paused, taking a moment to find the right words to say. “When I saw the bite marks.. I knew that it was yours. I know that you didn’t mean to. I know that you’d never attack a human on purpose, but..,” he sighed. “But I was still angry. I know that to you, and Yoonji, he’s a stranger, but to me he’s Joonie. I meet him every Wednesday without fail. I’ve met his roommate. I’ve eaten dinner with them multiple times. His roommate, Hoseok, has commissioned work from me for personal use. I’ve been a part of his life for the last year. I’ve never told him about the magic, and spells, and all that supernatural part of my life. It was nice not having to worry about keeping myself protected from any form of hexes, peeping bugs, or befriending him without second thoughts that he was trying to learn about my family magic. I was just Jimin. When I saw him all bloodied and pale, it felt like my bubble burst.”

Their younger roommate hesitated, “I’m sorry for thinking that you would purposefully hurt anyone unprompted. I was so worried when you were growing closer to being feral.” Jimin sniffled, struggling to keep his tears in. Jin reached out to his friend. He takes a hold of Min’s smaller hand, intertwining his longer digits with his shorter ones. The gesture brings comfort to the witch, and he continues. “It’s one thing to have strangers come up to me with different afflictions, but it's another to see your loved ones in trouble. All I kept thinking about was, ‘What if Joon isn’t human?’ ‘What if Jinnie’s body doesn’t react well to the blood? What if a hunter saw you?’ I thought about a lot of ‘what if’s’. But seeing you hysterical with regret, and grief, I couldn’t stay upset at you. I’m sorry Jinnie.”

Seokjin pulls Jimin with a gentle hug, swaying just a bit as he rubs his back in comforting motions. Jin knows his younger friend is trying his hardest to keep it together. This evening hasn’t been the kindest to them, and he’ll hold no grudges towards the high emotions that ran. The elder vampire gives Jimin one final squeeze. As they’re pulling apart, without thinking, he leans in and plants a kiss on the crown of his friend's head. “It's okay Min, I understand.”

Jimin pulls the elder back into a hug, hiding his face on Jin’s chest. He can hear Min’s soft sobs, and feel the fresh tears falling on his skin. Jin pulls him in for a tighter hug, laying his head on top of his to further comfort his friend. They stayed wrapped in each other until Jimin had cried himself exhausted. The elder guided Jimin back onto the loveseat, tucking him into the corner with one of the many blankets the witch has stashed.

The elder vampires decide to take turns monitoring their roommates. Jimin and Y/n were still asleep, while Min’s friend was in the midst of the transition. Yoonji had to be the one to tell Seokjin about Joon’s condition. Jin was nothing short of horrified, not even when he was a young vampling had he accidentally released venom into a human. Animals, maybe, but it paralyzes them. He felt ashamed, completely unworthy of his family’s trust to represent them in the council. Jin knew how important it was to not only be a dutiful sire, but full consent of the transformation was something that was repeatedly brought up. Forever is a long time, no one knew that more than them.

Seokjin felt horrible taking away Namjoon’s choice. He knew he’d have to tell the man about their world; how they live, the council, who to avoid regarding blood, the sensitivity to everything around them. It would be overwhelming to the new fledgling, but he was determined to be the best sire he could be.

It’s around the early AM’s when the vampires decide they want to rest. Namjoon’s breathing had evened out, and he was no longer struggling, they felt they could step away to drink some O positive coffee. Yoonji had convinced Jin to change into his most comfortable clothes, dark joggers and the black hoodie in Min’s workroom. They worked together to get a small breakfast going. Jin made their coffees, while Yoonji made them toast; Jin’s with nutella and strawberries, Yoonji’s with butter and mixed berry jam. They make extra coffee in case Jimin wakes up soon, or gods forbid, Y/n wakes up.

The older roommates stood by their kitchen island, enjoying the quiet in their home. Seokjin took a long sip of his cup, “Did Jimin say how long it would be until his friend finished the transition?” Yoonji nodded as she chewed a large bite of toast, “He said it would take 48 hours, give or take.”

“That soon,” Seokjin murmured, “It usually takes a few days.”

“True, but Jimin said that since not only are you old as shit-”

“Hey!”

Yoonji chuckled, “You’re also an aristocratic born vampire, according to him that all factors into the potency of the venom.” Seokjin grimaced, “Who knew my amazing pedigree would be my downfall.” His best friend giggled a bit at that one, “Right, here I thought your lack of filter would be the one to take you out.” Jin guffawed at his younger friend, but joined in with her laughter.

In the midst of their carefree moment, they hear the clanking of bottles in Jimin’s workroom. Seokjin gestures for Yoonji to stay in the kitchen. If the new fledgling has finished his transformation he has to ensure his home, and the people in it are safe. The elder vampire carefully made his way into the hallway; he can hear three heart beats, and that instantly lowers his defenses. Jin knocks lightly on the door, opening it slightly, “Min, are you up?”

Seokjin was able to hear the rustling of a blanket being folded, and pillows being arranged. He hears Jimin’s steps being muffled by his piggy slippers, slightly sliding once he’s walking on the hardwood floor. The smell of Dragons Blood incense, and something muskier bleed out from the cracks. Jimin hurriedly squeezed himself out, carefully closing the door to his room. “Sorry, sorry, I had to clean up.” Min gestures for Jin to follow him towards the kitchen, waving at Yoonji as he walks in with Seokjin. She visibly released a sigh she was holding in, relieved it was their younger roommate making a ruckus so early in the morning.

The roommates finished the rest of their breakfast in silence. No one wanted to pop their little bubble of normalcy. They share their small spread, Jin refilling their drinks. For a moment he can pretend that he doesn’t have a fledgling in the other room. He can pretend that Y/n is sleeping in from how often she turns off her work alarms. They can pretend it’s a slow morning, but reality is never that forgiving. Yoonji is the first one to slightly perk up, she tells them she heard Y/n’s alarm go off and be turned off. Seokjin heard the muffled ‘fuck’ from their roommate’s room, he could also hear the slamming of drawers and the creaks of the closet door hinges. The three of them sat still as Y/n walked out of her room, carefully closing her door and entering the hallway bathroom.

Yoonji waited until they heard the shower start to say anything. “Min, I thought you said she would be passed out for the next day,” she hissed. Jimin looked at his roommates with just as much confusion, “She should’ve been knocked out until tomorrow, at the least. I already texted her boss that she had been sick all night. What are we going to do?”

The elder vampire vampire was scared shitless, to say the least. “What spell did you use,” Yoonji asked. Jimin furrowed his eyebrows, “It was the spell I use on Jungkook when he’s having one of his energy bursts. He’s a werewolf so it only lasts so long on him. Y/n is human, she should’ve stayed asleep for days.” Yoonji visibly grew tense, “She must be one of us. Maybe she has a charm or some form of glamor. I mean you used a spell for a fucking werewolf, she should’ve been sleeping like the dead.”

“That’s impossible,” Jimin answered. “I have powerful spells that remove any form of glamor; spells, potions, or charms. Y/n wouldn’t have been able to take a step across our doorstep if she had done any of that.”

As his roommates were trying to solve their current conundrum, Seokjin tried to go through the list of their kind that could have possibly bypassed the witch’s protection barriers. Every humanoid he thought of could easily be detected by Jimin’s spells, even the weakest of witches. “Have there been any humans that are probably immune to that form of magic,” the vampire asked.

“I’ve personally never seen it, maybe my granny or mom have, but they’ve never told me about it,” Jimin answered.

Seokjin thought back to his mother telling him stories about different creatures and humanoids. The only other of their kind that it could possibly be was a magic sensitive, but as far as his mother told him no one in their world considered them supernatural. “What about a magic sensitive?”

“Huh,” his roommates exclaimed.

“A magic sensitive, “Jin repeated, “It makes sense. Think about it, she’s easily bonded to Kookie, Y/n hasn’t had any form of reaction to Tae, and we all know how hard that is for humans.” Both his roommates nodded in agreement. “She’s mentioned seeing sprites around Jimin’s greenhouse, but he was able to make her think they looked like flies.”

“I remember that,” Jimin says, “I had to say they were fruit flies from my compost.”

Yoonji crosses her arms in thought, “Y/n is always able to find anything I lose, comes in handy when I essentially lose my house keys on the regular.”

“I think she has premonitions,” the witch adds. “She’s talked to me about some heavy deja-vu she’s had since moving here.”

Seokjin took in all the information, “Then she’s a magic sensitive. That’s the only logical explanation. She doesn’t have any form of power like Jimin does, and if she was some form of creature she wouldn’t be able to walk into our home unscathed.”

“What should we do,” the female vampire wondered aloud. Their normalcy was falling apart, and there was no way to stop it.

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Mated To You

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I think you need to get here Y/N, she’s been acting violently! No one can come near her. We all tried but she kept mumbling want her – want her. You were the one that took her here so I believe you’re the one she’s asking for muttered Jisoo exasperatedly.

Thanks for telling me Soo, I’ll be there in five with that said she took her keys and ran to her car to get to the sanctuary.

Warnings/Tags: Hybrid Universe, Snake hybrid Yoonji, Shemale Reader, Female Yoonji, Blood, Violence, Trauma, Angst, Tsundere Yoonji, Baby girl Yoonji, Caring and loving Reader, Fluff, Explicit Smut.

The room smelled of booze,cigarettes and sweat. Oh what will Yoonji give for her to breath fresh air than smelling the same old shit everyday. She should get use to it since she’s been in this place ever since she was 14, and yet she can’t. Her human nose can’t tolerate much of the smell, then how much more her animal side?

Hey! Snakey! Get up! Your turn to make us money the man said grossly towards her cell. What a disgusting piece of shit she thought.

Without a word she got up from where she was and went through her cell door. The moment she stepped out she held the man’s hand and hissed. He attempted to slap her ass for a long time now, but given she was a hybrid her instincts and reflexes were much more keen making her alert in situations such as this one.

The man chuckled while he ripped his hand away from her and said You’re still saving yourself for someone that doesn’t exist? What made you think that your gonna get out of here Slut!? If I were you, you reserve that hostility of yours and finally accept the fact that this was home, this is home and this will be home forever until you die. then left while laughing maniacally.

Hearing that from him made every hair in Yoonji’s body rise, she’s not stupid and that she knows she will not be leaving this hellhole soon but at least she still hopes that someday by what miracle and mercy the God’s above will finally let her live in peace.

Ever since Yoonji was bought from the black market she was brought to a world so cruel. Her new owner is notorious for his multiple chain of underground fight clubs and drug and sex den. He’s in this business for so long and no matter how vile this man was, he wasn’t taken away specially since his clients are elite people wanting to waste their money on shitty things. She actually don’t know who’s much worse, her owner for operating and managing this shit or those rich snobs just wanting a good time from other people’s suffering – oh wait a hybrids suffering. There were so many nights that she thought and hoped of just being an animal than being half man and half freak. Then maybe people will be kinder to her. Because she’d heard people loving her kind but of course when they only eat, sleep and slither. Not someone like her who needs to eat, sleep, talk, think, be cared for and most of all loved.

It’s the third round and there was only a minute left. A lot of people were getting frustrated because they bet a lot of money on the dog hybrid that she was fighting with. Well for the record they should not have underestimated Yoonji. She was the most prized hybrid by her master for a reason. People always expected her to be a joke whenever they send in big and bulky hybrids as her opponent just to be surprised that with just a couple of punches and kicks they are knock out (Well she can’t blame them. She is tiny, only around 124 cm). This always make her opponents chuckle, they always mistake her for a cat hybrid because of her small face, cat like eyes and tiny nose but a quick look at her back and see her slim, scaly and tiny tail they will know. A lot wanted to have her as their pet but Yoonji always shows them that she can’t be messed with. She is feisty and lethal, as she is part snake and not just any normal snake she’s a Namaqua dwarf adder. This kind of snakes are known to be the smallest yet the most venomous of all snakes. They have retractable fangs that they use to trick their prey into thinking that they are harmless, but bites them when they have locked on their target. Yoonji on the other hand despite how deadly her venom is, never used that on any of her opponents because at the end of the day they are all just being used in the underground arena for rich assholes satisfaction. They are all just willing to do everything to survive.

The sound of her opponent knocked out on the ring was the only thing she heard and then the burst of shouting and applause filled the place. She won once again making that her 36th win.

You never fail to amaze me Ji he whispered on her ear.

She was sitted in the corner of her cage. You might think that since she was the champion and the boss's favorite money maker, she was treated like royalty. Wrong, she was treated worse of all worse. The man made an agreement with her the first time she won. The agreement was about her being his regular fighter and his slut. He promised to give her all the money and pleasure she can ever ask for but Yoonji didn't like the idea of it and the next thing the man knew was pain and a bloody nose. Yoonji broke his nose. She was beaten near to death, but he realized that he can't get rid of her right away since she can make him a lot of money. She was not given food for a week. Her cuts were infected. Only after a week of her being kept in her cage did he made her Crack and obey him that she was going to be his Ultimate fighter. Because no matter how badly they wanted to fuck her and make her his slut he learned that it was something Yoonji can never give. In Yoonji’s mind her chastity was the only thing she can offer her mate. If ever she meets them someday. It was silly, she knows but a tiny part of her hoped that she will get out of this place and live her life free and happy with her mate.

Can I clean up now? she queried.

Sure, sure sweetheart, a moment. I just wanted to say that .. since you're a lady now, I believe that it's about time that you get breeded so that you can produce champion fighters in the future too.

What an imbecile, she thought.

And what made you think that all throughout the years that you've asked me to be your slut did I say yes? she hissed.

You were this close bitch. He snarled nearing her. (Telling her how close she was to loosing the fight that happened awhile ago). This close to loosing, I can't afford that. I can't afford having a dead hybrid. So sweetheart, if ever you die and you gave me your children then at least I have something to sell and tell people that their fucking mother was a freak but at least she was a fucking great fighter. He persuaded.

Do you get me? he questioned.

Maybe you really lost your brain a long time ago that's why you can't comprehend the bullshit you just told me. She spoke coldy.

Raising his hand he slapped her hard that made her head face the other way.

You bitch! not because you've been making me money it means that you can just talk shit about me!. I think you need to remember that I'm the only one keeping you alive. He said while rolling his sleeves.

Y/N can you hear me?

Yes. She whispered.

We have our men inside the building now, they've seen the cages where they keep all of them. But the other one, we can't find her.

You mean the one who just fought? she whispered once again.

Yeah, but don't worry. Jimin's going to look for her and we're going to take care of her.

Alright, she sighed.

Her vision was spinning, everything was painful. After the beating she got from him, she was left in her cage again with no food, water or things to disinfect her wounds. She wanted to just keep her mouth shut at least that way she was given the things she needed first before being locked up again. But if she didn’t talk, then her master might assume that she’s going to agree to be a breeding machine.

She laid down and thought about the scent she smelt a couple weeks ago. The smell made her feel so relaxed it smelt like mint with a hint of citrus. Oh what she can give to smell it again, she thought. It was the reason why she have so much hope these days because she smelt her mate. And the moment she stepped on the ring, she smelt her again.

Overwhelmed with the pain she felt from being beaten, she closed her eyes and slept.

Big Man Choi is notorious. He’s known all over Korea, since he owns a lot of drug den and underground fighting rings. He’s someone that the T.A.L.R.H (The Association of Legal Rights for Hybrids) are so eager to imprison. No matter how vile and cruel he was the government took a blind eye on his case. Well, people are fickle minded. They are shown an ample amount of fortune that Big Man Choi has, and they cave in right away. Years gone by people became humane and understood that hybrids are not to be treated unfairly. People grow to care, love and fight for hybrids ever since the first human was bound and mated to a hybrid did they learn that we are all equal. Living in this world hoping and yearning to have a happy, satisfying and peaceful life.

And with this change, The Association of Legal Rights for Hybrids was made. It was made by the President because he wanted to prove to his daughter that he accepted the hybrid mate his daughter was given. It was a joke at first since not a lot of people was open with the idea of being mated to a hybrid but when this movement was created a lot of human – hybrid couples were brave enough to show that they are happy with their lives and that they should really make a change.

The Association was also headed by an intelligent, charming and respectable man named Kim Seokjin, who’s sole goal was to make Hybrids be part of society without fear for their future. Just a couple of years a lot of hybrid breeding facilities, drug dens, pleasure houses and underground fighting rings were shut down. Their owners and every man that partake in hybrid injustice was sent to prison. All hybrids that were rescued were rehabilitated, given the resources to have proper education, documents to prove their identity. Most hybrids now are living their best lives, working in their field of expertise. It’s such an amazing thing really but despite all of the great things happening, that’s just half of the population of hybrids and there are more yet to rescue.

After so many years, the T.A.L.R.H have intel about Big Man Choi. They will finally bring this man down. There was even a warrant that this man should be killed on sight if ever he tries to escape. Lawyer Kim Namjoon, did a great job in persuading the government and almost all people to want this man to finally perish.

An agent was assigned to gain more intel about the biggest underground fighting ring that Big Man Choi owned. It was difficult to get in because ever since humans learn to love hybrids, Choi’s people have to be meticulous and investigative about every client they will have. But there will always be a way through it.

Y/L/N Y/N was the person assigned. Other than the fact that she was an Elementary Teacher she was also the Captain of the H.P.F (Hybrid Protection Force). The moment she gained intel on how to enter the grounds, she made sure that she fits in with the rich snobs who are all looking for a fun time. She made them trust them, made friends and made unbreakable bonds as what they thought. They didn’t know that it will bring them to their demise.

The place was so loud, everyone cheering and betting on the hybrids fighting in the ring. It’s not a new scene specially in Y/N’s line of work. With her disguise she got in acting like one of the elites. It’s her second time in this specific underground ring and it’s her second time seeing the petite hybrid won another fight. The first time she saw her she won without any scratch on her but this time her opponent was unfairly larger than her, bulkier too. Despite how big and strong the other hybrid was, you can see that the petite one was an experienced fighter. She won again of course but she got of the ring with a bloody eyebrow and a busted lip. Y/N was expecting to see the petite hybrid fight like she was born to do it, because most of the hybrids they have rescued already embraced the lifestyle forced on them but not her, all her moves are calculated to effectively hit and disable her opponent for them to give up. Whenever her opponents tap out, she makes sure she let them go right away. She doesn’t abuse the power she has and just let them accept defeat in a professional way.

She’s still good, still humane. Y/N thought.

At least it will be easier to help her and give her a new life, she thought.

Everything was chaotic before the last fight started. While everyone was busy betting on the next hybrid, the guards were stupid enough to leave their posts that made Jimin and his team’s life easier. They had access on the cells where they keep all hybrids. With a lookout giving Jimin a signal that everything was clear, they freed all hybrids in their cell to the back exit where the H.P.F were. Once all hybrids were safe and secure, Jimin radiod Y/N to tell her that they got all of them except for one. The legendary Yoonji.

No worries Chim, I think I know where she is. While looking at a narrow hallway leading to whatever room Yoonji and Big Man Choi went to.

Y/N stared at Jungkook from across the room, she nodded and Jungkook understand what to do next.

Pretending to be drunk she stumbled upon the hallway and made her way there checking and making sure no one noticed. At the end of the hall she met face to face with the man himself.

This is a restricted area Ma’am, I suggest you go back to where the people were. He stated coldly.

Oh-my! Apologies darling, I was trying to look for a place to rest. I feel uncomfortable with the tight space and chairs you gave us! She scoffed.

The man didn’t respond right away, he saw this woman twice already. He recognized that she’s one of those wealthy elites who are in incognito so that their reputations won’t get ruined specially since hybrids have rights now. He also remembered that she’s one of those who made a bet on Yoonji, spending a huge sum of money on that Scaly slut! Not wanting to displease her he said “ Oh, my apologies Ma’am, what can I do to make your experience better here? He queried.

Well unfortunately, there isn’t anything you can do, I just needed to walk around since my feet are all stiff now she glared.

Not wanting to displease her anymore, he just nodded, bowed his head and walk away.

Annoying piece of shit she gritted. She turned her head subtly looking around to make sure no one’s watching her. She isn’t stupid though, she knows that the asshole, despite not being able to see him around, will still be suspicious of her. But her time was limited, she only have one hybrid to rescue. So with a deep sigh, she turned around and entered the narrow hallway. Making sure no one was tailing her. She reached the end of the hallway, she’s standing in front of a shabby looking door. Looking at it, she reached out and jiggled the door knob and of course it’s locked. Y/N was thinking of a way to open it when someone grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her so hard, gasping from the pain. She felt hot breath close to her ear saying:

What do you think are you doing sweetheart?

Craning her neck, she saw Big Man Choi’s disgusting grin. He smirked when he saw how she was looking at him with all disdain.

Why? What do you got in there? Something of importance?! She grit.

Yeah, you can say that, so no snooping around unless? He looked at her up and down and licked his bottom lip making Y/N shiver with how gross this man was.

She made an effort to shake off the annoyance she was experiencing with the man. She fumbled inside her thigh for her gun, which was fastened there. She grabbed it and gave the man an elbow to the stomach. He lost his balance and fell to the ground because he was hurt and startled by the attack.

Y/N shot Big Man Choi's right leg after seeing the man on the ground and becoming furious. The pain caused the man to shout. The remaining guards in the area were informed by it. She heard Jungkook's voice on her radio as she got ready for a gunfight.

Find the missing hybrid now! I have your back! He gave a command.

She fired twice at the doors' locks while remaining silent. Kicking the door open, she hurriedly scanned the room as she entered it and noticed a small lump in the position of a fetus on one of the room's corners. She approached her and made an effort to rouse the hybrid.

Hey, wake up, we have to leave right away.

When she saw the hybrid's condition, her voice lost its urgency and became hushed. Yoonji only sustained a busted lip and a few bruises before leaving the ring, but how? She appeared to be on the verge of dying. Y/N didn't have anytime left. So she put her arms underneath her and lifted her gently. She heard Yoonji hiss. So Y/N tried to comfort and assure her that she's safe. That she will be taken cared off and that starting from now, she will live a peaceful and happy life, away from all the abuse and violence she experienced.

Kook? I’ve got her, is the coast clear? She said on the radio. Waiting for a couple of minutes he responded.

The coast is clear, were all waiting for you outside!

While these was happening Y/N failed to see that the hybrid on her arms open her eyes briefly and released a sigh. Yoonji felt safe, happy and most of all she felt a tingly sensation throughout her body that made her want to giggle.

Opening her eyes, she was blinded by the bright lights that greeted her. Blinking a couple of times, she roused from the bed and scanned the place. Where was she? Why are there things on my arm? She thought. Unsure of everything, she whimpered… N-no! this can’t be! Her breathing getting heavy, W-what! T-take this o-of me! Don’t – d-don’t want this! D-don’t n-need this!!! She screamed on the top of her lungs. The door on her left slammed open and people in white rushed in to contain her.

Calm down sweetheart, you’re safe … you’re no longer there. A soft yet sad voice reach Yoonji’s ears.

G-get me o-out of this! I I don’t want this! Take it o-out please! She wailed.

You need it sweety, it will help you ease the pain from your bruises. Jisoo persuaded.

I-I DON’T NEED THEM! GET THIS FUCKING THING AWAY FROM ME!!! after letting out a loud scream, she felt a sharp pain from her neck. Her vision getting blurry despite that she still kept mumbling Pl-please, st-stop, want her. Please! N-need her, I-I need her! N-need her …

Waking up from the ringtone of her phone. Y/N picked it up right away.

H-hello? She yawned.

Y/N it’s me! I’m sorry for waking you up this late but, the hybrid you brought in is very aggressive! Says Jisoo exasperatedly.

Uh, Soo aren’t all hybrids that we rescue specially from underground dens aggressive? She queried with an eye roll.

Of course I know that! What I meant was the reptile hybrid you rescued, Yoonji? She’s so out of it. We already sedated her but whenever it wears out she goes back to being violent! Throwing things around, screaming and crying. B-but she was screaming only one thing. Jisoo’s voice turning into a whisper.

I think you need to get here Y/N, We all really tried but she kept mumbling want her – want her. You were the one that took her here so I believe you’re the one she is asking for muttered Jisoo.

Rubbing the sleep out of her face she responded. Thanks for telling me Soo, I’ll be there right away. With that said she took her keys and ran to her car to get to the sanctuary.

The scene that Y/N came upon was chaotic. The moment she saw the situation she got angry. Stepping inside the room, she saw that guards and nurses were on one side of the room and a scared but hostile Yoonji was pressed up against the corner of the room. Of course the hybrid will be like this given the situation that they are in: she’s in a new environment, with strangers who are ganging up on her. She will definitely feel defensive.

I know, what we are doing right now isn’t ideal, and I will allow you to get angry at me later but we didn’t have a choice. Jisoo said frantically.

Still looking at the hybrid, Y/N whispered. What do you want me to do then?

Before Jisoo can respond, Yoonji looked at Y/N. Her eyes dilated and her body automatically relaxed.

Y-you? She whimpered.

M-mate please. Please. Yoonji muttered, her lips quivering. She doesn’t know what she’s feeling. If she’s supposed to be happy to finally meet her other half or angry that her mate was not on her side protecting her and was still talking to the beautiful looking human beside her.

Y/N’s eyes doubled in size when she heard what Yoonji just uttered. Ma-mate? I’m your- you think I’m your mate? She mused.

Not leaving her eyes on the hybrid Jisoo nodded and said Yeah, that’s what I thought.

Still feeling overwhelmed with the situation but wanting to de escalate it. Y/N walked slowly towards Yoonji. The guards and nurses made way for her while she approaches the hybrid. As soon as Yoonji sees her walk towards her, her face lit up. She lifted her hands and reached out to her. When Y/N was a centimeter away from Yoonji’s outstretched hand she took it and held her hand so delicately. Her hand was rough, a lot of cuts and calluses from her years in the underground ring but despite that she felt so warm the moment their hands touch, like as if she was filled with something she didn’t know was missing before. Y/N looked up to finally look at Yoonji and the moment their eyes met she knew that Yoonji was not making up the mate thing. Y/N pulled Yoonji close, there was no resistance from Yoonji. She just melted from the hug that Y/N gave. She nuzzled on the crook of her neck and wrap her arms around her. After a few seconds of them hugging. Yoonji looked up at Y/N and whispered It’s you, it’s really you? I thought I’ll never get to meet you. After saying this the tears that were pooling finally fell. Gripping Y’N’s shirt tight Yoonji added ‘m happy to finally meet you. Y/N was left looking at her with all the love and affection she can ever give. She squeezed her, not tight enough just to assure Yoonji that she heard and acknowledges what she said. Lowering down her lips, she gave the hybrids head a soft peck and also whispered Me too.

I c-can’t believe this. I always knew that some part of me was missing, but I-I never thought that it was this? You know. Y/N whispered to Jisoo who was across from her. They are both in the room where Yoonji is in. The hybrid was fast asleep. After meeting Y/N, Yoonji felt safe enough to rest but given that she should be holding her mates’ hand. She’s been cuddling her hand for half an hour now, and whenever Y/N tries to take her hand back Yoonji will hold it in a vice grip so she just let it be.

And I believe you’re relieved with the situation?. Jisoo asked her while arching her brow at her friend. Y/N nodded and smiled while looking at her Yoonji.

That’s great then. I think you have to stay for a bit longer since she wont let you go huh? Jisoo mused, while Y/N giggled like a school girl. Don’t worry Soo, I’ll take care of her. Jisoo nodded and told her that if she ever need her, she should just give her a call. After Jisoo left, Y/N is still staring at the hybrid with a small smile. She’s feeling all tingly inside. Looking back now, the first time she saw Yoonji in the underground ring she felt a pull. Like as if her mind, heart and body was telling her that she should be near the hybrid, but she didn’t dwell on it that much since they were supposed to assess the situation of the underground ring. She’s happy now though, no more cold nights without a lover keeping her awake. She can’t help herself to imagine what her future will be like now that she’s with her mate.

Being glared at was far from all of the things Y/N imagined when she went back to the sanctuary to see Yoonji again. After a couple of hours last night, when Yoonji was in deep slumber she was able to pry her hand from hers to finally rest in one of the many vacant rooms in the sanctuary. As much as she wanted to just lay with Yoonji, her rational side told her that she was just rescued from an abusive life and having to wake up to a new place and a stranger next to her despite being her mate was not ideal. So, with a light peck that she gave on Yoonji’s forehead she stepped out of the room. Back to the present, she was so excited to see Yoonji again after taking a rest on a fairly decent bed. She was a bit taken a back when the hybrid that had clung to her yesterday was staring daggers at her.

A-uhm- Good morning! I brought breakfast?

Raising the plastic bags with food. Y/N was hesitant to come near her so she stayed glued on the doorway. Expecting a response she waited for a couple of seconds when Yoonji looked the other way. Deeming its okay to be near her Y/N walked towards her and before she can let out another sentence about the food she ordered. She froze when she heard a loud hiss coming from her. Looking up from taking out the boxes of food, she saw how dilated Yoonji’s eyes were. She knew that the Yoonji from yesterday was different to the Yoonji today. She stopped just a few feet away from Yoonji’s bed and said

D-did I do something wrong Yoonji?. Looking Y/N up and down she hissed.

Who the fuck are you?! Are you one of those assholes again, trying to persuade me in drinking that nasty shit! I don’t want you! And your friends, just get me out of this fucking place!. Y/N’s eyes doubled in size.

W-what do you mean who am i? yo-you? Don’t you remember what happened yesterday? She asked anxiously. What happened yesterday was a complete surprise to her but she accepted the idea of having Yoonji as a mate right away.

Yesterday? Yoonji scoffed

Yesterday you assholes cornered me and injected me something that made me drousy! Whatever the fuck you were talking about, I DON’T REMEMBER. AND I.DON’T.GIVE.A.FUCK! she gritted while enunciating each words.

Please tell me Soo, did I just imagine all that happened yesterday? Y/N asked her friend.

Jisoo sighed and responded, No Y/N, everything that happened yesterday were real, I and everybody inside Yoonjis room saw it. We’re your witnesses.

Then why? She asked again confused.

I think that Yoonji can be right and wrong at the same time. What she said about us sedating her was true and that she can all just said those things but Y/N the moment she woke up, it was you she was asking for. Jisoo explained.

Still lost in her thoughts, she didn’t show any reaction.

Hey, she said softly. I believe that you and Yoonji are really mates. She was asking you to get out of the room so bad, but the moment you stepped out her eyes turned glassy, I even saw her hands clenching so hard as if she was forcing herself not to reach out for you. Thinking back to her going to check what was happening in Yoonji’s room since the hybrid was yelling on the top of her lungs.

Aside from Yoonji, how about you? I didn’t have the time to ask you yesterday. Her friend queried.

What about me? she raised her brow to her.

I mean, what do you feel? I know that you’re surprised about the revelation of having a mate, but what do you think?

Y/N’s face lit up while thinking about the events that happened yesterday, she said Well, I-I was surprised of course but happy…I thought I was going to spend my life alone given you know, my past experiences. But hearing that from her made me feel, content and assured that there was someone out there who was just for me. I-I’m really happy Soo, and you know what! She yelled making her friend flinch in surprise Whatever is her reason for pretending that she said all those stuffs yesterday will not stop me from being with her. I-I want to be someone that can keep her safe, loved and cared for no matter what she thinks.

Jisoo was surprised with her friends declaration but at the same time she knows that she shouldn’t because being friends with Y/N she learned that when she says something, she means it and that she will do everything in her power to be able to achieve it.

Alright, I totally support you in this but do remember that she’s still recovering from all the abuse and trauma she have experienced. It will take time but I believe that if you prove to her that you are someone willing to wait and endure for her then she will open up to you.

Feeling confident and supported she smiled brightly towards her friend and thought of things she needed to do to prove to Yoonji that she will be with her as her mate forever.

This can’t be real, all my life I’ve hoped for a mate. My mate that will set me free from everything that I’ve endured. But now that she’s here, she’s within reach. I feel like I can’t fathom the idea of having her near me. Yoonji thought.

The day after being dismissed by Yoonji, Y/N kept coming back. It’s been two weeks straight and the hybrid is just getting restless and irritated.

A hiss was heard the moment Y/N entered Yoonji’s room.

Good morning Yoonji! I brought you some flowers since the flowers I brought last week have completely wilted she said while gesturing to the flower vase near her desk.

A cold stare was Yoonji’s response to Y/N’s cheerful greeting. Not letting it sour her mood, she continued walking towards the vase while talking about her morning. Ever since Y/N’s first visit she was the only one talking, at first it was to get rid of the awkwardness that she felt whenever Yoonji just raise her brow at her but now it’s just automatic that the moment she enters her room she will talk about anything under the sun. She was cut of though mid sentence when Yoonji said…

Stop

Quickly turning her head to face Yoonji, she have both her brows raised since she wasn’t sure if it was really Yoonji who spoke when

Stop doing whatever it is you’re doing here. After saying those lines Yoonji looked at her dead in the eye and continued I don’t want you here, I don’t need you here so for your sake get the fuck out and never come back. Then she laid on her side and covered herself with the blanket.

Letting her face fell, Y/N responded. I know you don’t trust me and that you’re scared right now but will do the best that I can for you to open up for me. I-im your mate Yoonji, I won’t just abandon you, Im with you for life I—

You’re HUMAN!!! What do you know about fucking mates!? This thing doesn’t even exist for you guys, so stop pretending that you know what being a mate is! It’s making you more stupid and pathetic Yoonji greeted.

Not wanting to push further Y/N just bowed her head and nodded. Leaving everything on the desk below her she quickly left her room.

She really was trying. Yoonji was right though, soulmates are not a thing for humans but after a couple of years that hybrids are being in a relationship with humans the concept came about and a lot of humans do claim that the idea of being mates with a hybrid is a real thing and that all of those humans who are mated claims that as if the hollow feeling that they get is no more because of having their other halves. That’s what Y/N feels, but apparently it’s not something Yoonji wanted to accept.

Yoonji expected that after her outburst yesterday it will deter Y/N and she won't be visiting her for awhile but of course it didn't. She's still there the next day talking Yoonji's ear off. Y/N is determined as she was stubborn. While in the middle of Y/N's non stop talkathon she failed to notice that one of the laces of her shoes were untied, and as she spun around to look at Yoonji she tripped on it and stumbled. Frantic to gain her balance she grabbed whatever in her reach to steady her and unfortunately that something she grabbed something slim, scaly and tiny but before Y/N was able to look at what she was gripping hard on, her face was smacked hard. Loosing her grip on what she was holding onto, she completely slumped on the floor. A stinging pain was what Y/N felt now that she's on the floor. She raised her hand to hold her cheek and after giving a soft swipe on her left cheek, she brought her hand to where her vision and was surprised when she saw red liquid on her fingertips. Furrowing her brows she swiped her left cheek once more and still saw that she was bleeding, after realizing she looked up to where Yoonji was and saw a blank face. She looked like as if she didn't claw her face with her long nails that weren't cut because she refused to. Understanding dawned in Y/N's face and she stood up and left her room one more time. Whenever Yoonji sent her mate out of her room, she always know that she will come back right away it's just her instincts telling her that she didn't upset her mate enough to make her abandon her. But now, this time a chill went down her spine when she saw a glimpse of Y/N's expression before she left. A face of someone who finally gave up on her.

She shouldn’t feel this way, actually she doesn’t have the right to feel this way. It was her own doing that drove her away. Three days have passed after the incident that happened in Yoonji’s room. The morning after she already felt her heartache when Y/N didn’t show up as soon as the sanctuary was open. She waited for a couple more hours because maybe she just have something to do before bursting into her room and apologizing about being late. It already happened a couple of times so maybe, that’s what she kept telling herself.

Yoonji was under Jisoo’s care. The human was in charge with everything medical related for Yoonji. The moment Jisoo entered her room, she was surprised that she wasn’t hit by a pillow courtesy of Yoonji. Whenever Jisoo do her daily routine check up with the hybrid the first thing that will greet her won’t be a hello, not even a hiss. It will always be a pillow. She remembered the first time Yoonji yeeted her pillow towards her, how scared and scandalized she was. But after a couple of months she learned to dodge all of them. It’s been two days that Yoonji didn’t bother to throw her pillow at her. Whenever Jisoo give her a long look, the hybrid just looks more depress than ever.

She’s just busy.

Hearing another phrase other than Hello? How do you feel? From the Doctor made Yoonji whip her head fast to face her.

I didn’t say anything she hissed.

Yeah? you didn’t but you look like you needed some answers. Jisoo defended.

Looking away the hybrid didn’t reply. She didn’t even want to talk about it in the first place. But deep inside, she really wanted to see her again.

She’s a teacher, thought I can share something about her since I know you never asked her anything. Jisoo said, wanting to coax Yoonji to talk a little.

Apart from being a teacher, she’s also part of the T.A.L.R.H –

What the fuck is that? Yoonji interrupted.

It’s The Association of Legal Rights for Hybrids. She’s one of the thousand volunteers and one of the bravest too. She praised.

Since when did that been a thing?

It’s been 10 years now, since the association came to be and it’s been years now that Hybrids are living free. She added.

Yoonji doesn’t want to believe what she was saying, humans are bad and cruel to her kind so why change? She thought. She can’t deny that she’s actually witnessing the things that her Doctor is talking about. The nurses that assists her are cats and dog hybrids. She remembered that the police officer who interviewed her about her life then was also a hybrid and a wolf hybrid at that. She remembered how humans wanted to kill wolf hybrids because of their fear but now it’s one of the protectors of the city. Did people really accepted them? Then why did it took so long for them to rescue them from Big man choi? Why did she suffer for so long. With that remaining thought, she removed the idea of finally accepting her mate and living life freely because no matter what happens she’s still different from them.

Get out, she whispered.

Yoonji—Jisoo tried to comfort, but before she can even finish, the hybrid looked at her menacingly and Jisoo released a huge sigh and left her in her room.

How is she Soo? Does she –

Yes, she does. She misses you a lot. Jisoo confirmed.

When are you coming to visit her again? Its been a week you know?!

I know, it’s just … I’m in love with her but I’m also kinda petty. I also want her to miss me. I think she have to feel that after being mean to me and all. Y/N mumbled.

You are both stubborn and prideful. I don’t know what will happen if you get together finally. Her friend responded.

Just for a couple days and then I’ll go see her again. Y/N promised.

It’s up to you Y/N. I have to go anyway I have a lot of things to do. Jisoo dismissed.

Of course. I’ll talk to you then Soo. Bye love you.

Take care, love you too.

So, she talks to you but she doesn’t come and see me? said Yoonji in a cold tone.

Hearing and seeing her out of her room and in her office surprised Jisoo that made her shout.

My gosh! Please don’t do that, and why are you hiding here with all the lights turned off. She scolded.

You didn’t answer my question Doctor. She replied.

Well, yes I talk to her since she’s my friend and all our conversation revolve around you since she’s not visiting you lately.

Yoonji nodded her head in thought and hummed.

I came here because I wanted to ask about the conversation you and my mate--I mean Y/N was talking about … she blushed when Jisoo gave her a smirk when she unconsciously mentioned Y/N as her mate rather than human before.

Which was? Jisoo queried.

About being adopted and cared for by her. Yoonji said with seriousness and finality in her sentence.

All Jisoo did was to nod.

Soo it’s freaking early in the morning, and why are you calling me on a Saturday when you know I sleep in! Y/N mumbled trying to wake herself up.

Good morning to you too. I guess you were busy last night and wasn’t able to read my message.

What message are you talking about? She yawned.

About me taking Yoonji to your place since she will be living with you because she agreed to have you as her care taker. She said nonchalantly.

Okay.

1 …

2 …

3 …

WAIT WHAAAT!!!!

Yep, so get up, get dressed and make us breakfast because we are on our way to you.

FUUUCK, WHAJDASKF IVNAEKRJCAEFMIRLV CHUAERV …

Jisoo ended the call, but she saw the smirk that Yoonji had on her face after listening to the conversation the two had and how panic Y/N was.

Yoonji feels excited, giddy yet nervous to see her after 2 weeks but she knows she had to try. That’s what Jisoo told her, she had to try and if she feels uncomfortable she can just run away never to be seen again. But she hopes that it won’t get that way.

Y/N didn’t know what to do first. Does she wash her face, brush her teeth? Or maybe just take a bath. Yeah … that’s what she’s going to do. She noticed how Yoonji wrinkles her nose whenever she smell her so to be safe, she needs to take a quick shower.

Y/N was in the middle of making another batch of pancakes when she heard her door bell ring.

Hold on a second! She yelled from the kitchen. Putting down the spatula and turning off the stove. She walked briskly towards her front door, reaching the door handle. She paused and composed herself. She wanted to make a good impression, no wait … she wanted to act nonchalant towards Yoonji when she meets her again, yeah that’s what I’m going to do she mumbled to herself.

She finally opened the door and before she can say another word.

My gosh what took you so long? Questioned Jisoo and walking past her with Yoonji in tow.

Y/N couldn’t even start with the persona she thought of because of how her friend interrupted her, so she instead followed them both to the kitchen.

Thanks Y/N for cooking, we’re sooo hungry Jisoo said while chewing some pancake.

You’re welcome she whispered and looked at the beautiful girl across from her friend.

Yoonji was sat on a stool eating her fair share of pancakes, when she looked up at Y/N saying thanks.

Despite how cold she said the word, it still made Y/N’s heart flutter. This was the first word that she heard from her other than the yelling and cursing.

And as if Y/N was able to move on from hearing Yoonji say something good towards her she nearly broke down from what she heard from her next.

So? You just gonna stand there and look stupid? Sit down and eat. You made this anyway. Yoonji said irritated from pushing a plate with pancakes and syrup she prepared for Y/N.

Before she can say anything stupid, she just nodded and sat down. Only the noise of the cutleries scraping the plates were heard from the kitchen.

So here are her papers proving that you will be Yoonji’s guardian from now on or whatever Yoonji chooses after the 3 months mark. Jisoo said while passing the documents to Y/N.

If ever you have questions just call me. Alrighty. She hugged Y/N and waved Yoonji goodbye and finally shut the door.

It was only her and Yoonji in her living room.

The moment she turned around to speak to Yoonji, she was already heading to the guess bedroom that Y/N hastedly prepared before she got here and immediately shut the door.

Y/N just let out a huge sigh and headed to her home office to keep the documents and files she received from her friend.

When Yoonji decided to accept the offer of living with her mate. She was sure she was going to finally open up to her and accept that she’s mated to a human, but alas no matter what she tried she always take one step back. Her life in Y/N’s home was just about her sleeping, staying in her bedroom and occasionally watching TV in the living room. She wasn’t oblivious about all the things that her mate was trying to do. From small talk, to cooking different kinds of food just to see which one Yoonji likes to even buying Yoonji a phone because she said that it’s something she can use if ever there was an emergency. Yoonji felt guilty that despite how rude and such a bitch she was she was still so stubbornly nice and respectful towards her. If it were any other owner or human she might be beaten to a pulp. That’s why she couldn’t for a life of her understand why she said such horrible things towards Y/N when all she wanted was to be a great mate.

Earlier …

Yoonji? A soft knock was heard from the other side of Yoonji’s bedroom. Yoonji ought to reply but she just feels annoyed all day, she thinks that maybe after a very long time that she haven’t felt it, it’s finally time.

Instead of responding to her like a normal being. She opt to swung the door open and gave the most nastiest scowl she can give her. Y/N was a bit surprised to how Yoonji opened the door, but eh? It’s what Yoonji always do. Yoonji’s living with her for nearly four months already so she’s used to her outbursts from the sanctuary to now so she just shrugged and continued on to what she originally wanted to show her.

Sorry to bother you Yoonji, but if you have a minute I just wanted to show you something. Y/N said with enthusiasm that made Yoonji cringe more but followed after her anyway.

Of all things that Y/N could give Yoonji, Yoonji didn’t expect to see such beautiful thing.

Sitting in the middle of the living room was a brand new electric keyboard. It was the one that Yoonji had added in her kart in an online shopping app that she registered in. She dreamed about owning one ever since she watched people on Youtube play it. The sound of a piano or music really made Yoonji feel so relax and at ease. It makes her feel like despite everything that she’d been through there’s always calmness and hope. So why is it making her angry seeing it in the house before her very eyes? … She can’t even understand what Y/N was talking about. The anger, guilt, joy and remorse she was feeling made her snap at Y/N.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW I’VE BEEN WANTING ONE HUH!

YOU THINK THAT BUYING ME ALL THESE SHIT THAT YOU’VE BEEN GIVING ME FOR THE PAST FEW MONTHS IS GOING TO MAKE ME SUCCUMB TO YOU!!! MAKE ME … MAKE ME PLIANT TO ALL YOUR DIRTY, TWISTED AND SICK MINDED WANTS!

Yoonji shouted at the top of her lungs. She really was fuming, why do you have to be so nice. It was much easier to have you be an evil person than this.

I-I th-thought this will make you happy, you always have a smile on your face whenever I see you listen to music. I even saw you move your fingers in the air like you were playing a piano so I thought it was best to give you one … I’m not giving you these things because I want you to submit to me. I-I just wanted to make you happy. That’s all I wanted to do for you. You deserve it, specially after everything you’ve been though.

AND YOU THOUGHT MATERIAL THINGS WOULD MAKE ME HAPPY! WOULD MAKE ME CONTENT AND SATISFIED. IF THAT’S WHAT MATTERED TO ME I WOULD HAVE TAKEN ALL THE GOLD, JEWELRIES AND MONEY THAT MY DEMON OWNER HAVE OFFERED ME! I-I DON’T EVEN---

With Yoonji’s rampage, she failed to see the hurt and the sorrow written all over Y/N’s face. While Yoonji was in the middle of mumbling profanities towards her she stopped when …

So why stay? Y/N whispered.

What the fuck did you say? Questioned Yoonji.

I said, why are you staying with me when you loath me Yoonji. She said now cold dark eyes staring right at her.

What Y/N said made Yoonji gulp and take a step back. She was speechless, she didn’t know what to say.

Why do you continue living with me when I just remind you that you are tied to someone so disgusting, so horrifying, so perverted, someone intolerable huh? She questioned slightly raising her voice to her.

What made Yoonji’s heart break was when Y/N said.

They said that having a mate will make you feel euphoria. All I wanted was to love my mate and be loved back. I didn’t know that until now I will never be worth it enough to love and be loved.

She tried. She knows in her heart that she tried but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t always enough. When she was young, wanting the love and the attention of her parents. Giving her all in relationships be it friendships and romantic partners. It was Jisoo who stayed and loved her platonically and made her realized her worth and find her passion in looking after hybrids too.

Soulmates are a huge thing in society, even though having a soulmate as a human was rather rare than for hybrids. It’s not taken lightly. When you are given a soulmate you will be considered one of the lucky ones. Someone truly blessed with a partner mind, body, heart and soul connected to each other. So when she found out that she was one of the lucky ones given a soulmate she thank God for her. Y/N knew that it was going to be difficult to win Yoonji over, specially given that Yoonji had a rough life from cruel people before. When they first saw each other in the underground ring, Y/N instantly felt something deep inside of her, she knew that Yoonji felt it too, but Yoonji didn’t want to hope, since she thought that her mate was one of the people enjoying torturing their kind. But when she was rescued by Y/N and was treated as someone special, someone that was truly loved she didn’t how to react hence her lashing out on her every chance she get. Despite her bitchy attitude, Y/N was patient, understanding, caring and dare say loving too. Yoonji thought that Y/N will always stay like that, but today she pushed her too much to the point that all the fight that Y/N have for her seemed like it was gone now. Like Y/N has given up on her completely.

After the exchange that Y/N and Yoonji had in the living room, Y/N excused herself and went to her office. The time reads 12:13 am, and Yoonji never saw or heard Y/N go out of the office. Releasing a huge sigh, Yoonji tried to go to bed and told herself that in the morning she have to make things right with her.

The smell of coffee permeates the air. Yoonji always loved the smell of coffee, so flicking her tongue out she head out her bedroom. She slowly went to the kitchen when she was greeted by Y/N’s back. She’s cooking breakfast. There are two plates on the table and two mugs of coffee which made Yoonji believe that Y/N doesn’t hate her enough to just make breakfast for herself.

H-hey. Yoonji called out softly. She saw how Y/N tensed up but decided not to comment on it and just sat down on the stool in front of her.

Y/N acknowledge Yoonji with a side glance and continue cooking them some eggs. After she was done she placed their food on each of the plates. Sat down and gestured to Yoonji that she can eat. Yoonji felt how awkward and tense the atmosphere between them was. She wanted to say something, she doesn’t know but she knows she has to say something. When she was about to open her mouth and speak up, Y/N beat her to it.

I’m sorry Yoonji. I didn’t know that keeping you with me made you feel so caged up. I thought that us being mates was enough to make you feel at least okay with me, but I-I guess I was wrong. She told her.

Yoonji felt her stomach twist with how Y/N was still able to apologize when all she did was be a good human, a great mate. It was Yoonji who was supposed to apologize but Y/N continued and say …

So, I sent your papers back in the sanctuary. Don’t worry. I didn’t say anything bad about you. I told them that you need to make your own choices from now. And that you should be able to live your life the way you want it. And if being tied with a mate was something you hate don’t worry because I told them that we aren’t compatible and that you are free to do whatever you want right now.

Hearing those words from Y/N made Yoonji pale. She felt so lost, she knew that Y/N’s patience with her was running thin and that one day she will finally kick her out because she realized that she wasn’t worth it.

You don’t have to worry about money or housing because the sanctuary is willing to help you start a new lif--

NO!

Y/N was startled.

I-I don’t want that! I-I. Yoonji stammered.

Then what the fuck do you want Yoonji! I show you how much I’m happy and in love to have you as my mate, you hate me. I give you a way out, and you don’t want it too. Make up your mind! Y/N yelled.

It was the first time that Y/N ever yelled at her. The first that she showed a different emotion other than being in love with her. It scared Yoonji because Y/N might really think that Yoonji didn’t want this, didn’t want her. So she calmed herself and tried to speak up one more time. But she didn’t know how to say it so instead of talking she raised her arms and yanked Y/N close and wrapped her arms around her. She buried her head on the crook of her neck and stayed their. Y/N visibly stiffened, she wasn’t sure if she was even allowed to reciprocate the skinship Yoonji was giving. Sensing Y/N’s mental dilemma Yoonji whispered.

I’m sorry Y/N, I’m so sorry. I was afraid. I still am. All my life I’ve been looking forward to meet you but now that your really here. I-I’m afraid that one day you’ll realize I’m not someone worth having, keeping and loving. Yoonji said all these with tears streaming down her cheeks.

Y/N was surprised that Yoonji finally opened up to her. She knew how hard it was to think all these things but she’s so proud of Yoonji for pouring her heart out to her. Now she knows what Yoonji felt and she’s hoping for Yoonji to at least give her a chance to try. So, Y/N brought her hands to Yoonji’s cheeks and cup them. She was awestruck, it’s the first time that she’s seen Yoonji up close. She’s so so beautiful, despite having tear stains on her cheeks and having a flushed face. It made her look so adorable.

Thank you baby, thank you for finally telling me how you feel. Y/N said with love and adoration written on her face.

Yoonji feeling Y/N’s hands on her face made her feel so relaxed and comforted. She nuzzled one of Y/N’s hands and pouted. Yoonji sniffed Y/N and let herself finally sink in that her mate smells good and that she’s good. That she’s going to have a wonderful life with her.

You’re so beautiful and cute my baby. Y/N smiled at her.

Hearing those words from her made Yoonji feel shy so she wiggled out of Y/N’s hold and instead nuzzled back on the crook of Y/N’s neck. Y/N chuckled softly and wrapped her arms around Yoonji and started swaying them both slightly from side to side.

There were a lot of things that they have to talk about, they both knew that but it can wait for later. They just wanted to be in each other’s arms for now.

Logging out of her online classes. She stretch her arms and let out a big yawn. Yoonji just finished presenting her thesis in class and she received amazing feedback from the panel of professors listening to her. Her thesis took so much of her time and energy and now that’s finally out of the way she can finally relax.

Yoonji head out of her small studio room where she practically lives in because she attends online University and also where she works on her music. She went straight to their bedroom and laid in bed and was fast asleep.

She woke up when she felt pleasure between her legs. Opening her eyes, she looked down immediately and wasn’t shocked at what she sees. It’s what she loved waking up to. Being eaten out by the love of her life, her best friend, her mate.

Y/N looked up and their eyes met. She dragged her tongue from her slit to her clit where she suckled it, and released it with a pop.

Hi baby, you always taste so good. Y/N purred.

Feeling overwhelmed with arousal Yoonji tried to grind her pussy on Y/N’s face wanting to feel the pleasure her mate was giving her. She whined when Y/N stood on her knees and was far away from Yoonji’s aching pussy.

Mo-mommyyy pl-pleaassse, Yoonji needs you, my pussy needs you please. She begged her.

Looking down at Yoonji, Y/N can’t deny how beautiful, sexy and intoxicating her Yoonji was. Her cute nipples hard. Her legs spread wide open, giving her an amazing view of her glistening pussy. How smooth, flawless and pink her pussy was. But looking at Yoonji’s face was a stark contrast of her body. Her cheeks pink because of embarrassment and arousal. Her eyes are teary, which shows how needy she is with Y/N’s touch.

Y/N was taken back to reality when Yoonji whimpered and begged again to be filled up by her cock. Who was Y/N to deny such a request from her angel.

Quickly taking out her length. She aligned it at her lips dragging it up and down to get some of her juices on her tip. When Yoonji felt Y/N’s tip on her clit she shuddered, she wants to be full so she whined one more time and cried out when Y/N’s cock was shoved deep inside of her without warning.

Y/N took hold of Yoonji’s hips and started thrusting in and out of her fast.

Yeah, baby you want Mommy fucking you like this huh? Want Mommy pounding her baby’s tiny pussy. Y/N said while fucking her.

The only words coming out of Yoonji’s mouth were slurred words of yesses and Mommy.

With the intense pleasure that Yoonji feels she came right away without warning Y/N. She squirted when she came and the force of her orgasm pushed Y/N’s cock out. So, Y/N just decided to watch her Yoonji’s pussy squirt non-stop because of her orgasm. After a couple of seconds she shoved her cock back in again. Not wanting to let her baby rest. Yoonji loved being fucked multiple times. Because of that Y/N always made sure that Yoonji orgasmed at least three to four times so that she can finally be satiated.

After a couple of rounds later, heavy breaths were only heard in their bedroom as the couple looked up at the ceiling. They were a total mess. When Y/N was finally settled she got out of bed and went to their bathroom to wipe her cock and bring a cloth dipped in warm water so that she can finally clean Yoonji up. Her pussy was oozing with a mixture of her and Y/N’s cum. The bedsheet was also wet because of her squirts from their intense love making. Y/N nearing her she sat down at the bottom of the bed and gently drag the cloth to Yoonji’s pussy which made her whine from the overstimulation.

Mommy ‘sensitive she whined.

I know baby, Mommy’s sorry for going rough on you. Mommy just wanted to have her baby girl again after a couple of weeks of us being busy. I think we needed that. Y/N explained.

Yes Mommy. No worries, it wasn’t rough for me. It felt so so good. Always good whenever you fuck me. She said while grinning at her lover.

That’s great to hear baby. Now, come let’s take a shower. We need to clean up so that we can have dinner and rest for tonight. Y/N told her and Yoonji just nodded her headed.

Yoonji was being lifted up on Y/N’s arms towards the bathroom.

In the closed shower room, the sound of water falling and moans were heard once again.

4 years later …

Yoonji and Y/N were sitting on a picnic blanket surrounded by the food that they both prepared for their picnic. Whenever spring comes around it has been their tradition to go to a meadow deep inside a mountain trail near their place. This is where the couple just surround themselves with the sweet scent of wild flowers blooming and feeling the cool air on their skin as they laugh and talk about things happening about their lives.

It’s nearing sun down and both was just sitting in comfortable silence. Content to be together and just reflect on what their lives have been after the couple of years they’ve been together. When Yoonji was just staring at the horizon she always made sure to compliment how beautiful the sky was. While Yoonji does so, Y/N’s gaze remains on Yoonji alone, looking at the side profile of her mate. How cute her button nose crinkles when she smiles, how adorable her gummy smile was and her hair being blown by the wind. Yoonji looks ethereal, and Y/N feels so lucky to have her as a mate.

She’s so in love with her that’s why while Yoonji was so distracted she pulled out the ring inside her jacket and called Yoonji’s name.

Yoonji’s eyes grew big when she saw the diamond ring her mate was showing her, she shouldn’t be surprised because Y/N always hinted that she wanted to marry her mated or not but witnessing the scene before her surprised her a lot. Yoonji was so overwhelmed that she can’t say anything and just let the tears on her eyes flow freely down her cheeks. Seeing this made Y/N cup her cheeks and cooed at her.

Baby, why are you crying? Do you not want to marry me? Y/N queried.

Yoonji shook her head immediately and looked up at her mate and stuttered.

O-of c-course, I w-waaannnt too. She sobbed louder.

Hearing her response made Y/N relaxed so she chuckled at Yoonji’s reaction and just cradled her in her arms.

Then will you wear my ring baby? She prodded.

Yoonji offered her left hand and Y/N put the jewelry on her ring finger and kissed her temple afterwards.

T-thank you M-mommy for everything you’ve done for me. Yoonji said.

You don’t need to thank me baby, Y/N chastised.

No, I-I just want to tell you how happy and grateful I am for you. Thank you for rescuing me back in the underground ring. Thank you for being patient and lovely towards me the first months I was out, I know how rude and bitchy I was but instead of giving up on me, you stayed and proved how much you love me. Thank you f-for helping me live my life by going to school, now I’ve graduated and have an amazing job doing music. I c-can’t thank you enough but I will live my life showing you how much I love you. Yoonji proclaimed.

Thank you for telling me all of this my angel, I’ll do the same then too. I’ll live my life showing you how much I love you. Y/N responded.

The couple looked at each other and their lips met, the kiss then became more passionate as the lovers wanted to prove to the other how grateful they are to have each other. Yoonji then whimpered and say Mommy please make love to me. Who was Y/N to deny her mates request so she asked Yoonji to lay down on the picnic blanket they were sitting on. Yoonji looked so beautiful with her hair spread out above her head, one of the strap of her sundress down and she spread her legs wide to show Y/N that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Seeing that made Y/N chuckle.

My angel’s naughty, not wearing panties under her dress she said while going down on her.

Yoonji released a soft moan when she felt Y/N’s tongue lick her clit and suckle it.

Wanna be ready for you always Mommy, she claimed.

That’s my good girl Y/N responded and continued eating her out, within minutes Yoonji came with a gasp. Not letting her recover Y/N immediately released her cock from her underwear and shoved it in her wet pussy. Yoonji whined at how sensitive she was, but didn’t complain once Y/N started thrusting in and out of her.

Your so wet baby, so tight no matter how many times Mommy fucks your tiny pussy. She growled near Yoonji’s ear.

Yoonji just nodded, couldn’t speak up because of the intense pleasure she was experiencing.

Y/N couldn’t get enough of her so she took hold of Yoonji’s legs and brought her knees to her chest. When Yoonji was folded in half, Y/N started fucking her fast and hard. Yoonji started sobbing because with this position she can feel her Mommy deep inside of her, and with that she came with a squirt and despite how she was cumming hard Y/N still rammed her until she came inside her hard. Y/N thrusted a couple more times to ride out her orgasm and when both came down from their high’s they looked at each other and giggled. Y/N kissed Yoonji just because she looked so adorable with her gummy smile and told her I love you. In which Yoonji replied with an I love you too Mommy, so much.

FIN.

Author’s note: Hello there darlings, I hope this story made you fall in love with Min Yoonji, Because I did. If you want to read more of my works, do comment and like the stories I have in this blog and I will write soon – Love Francene Molove.

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The song thief - MYG

(Genderbent)

Summary: Min Yoonji makes sure you're not stealing her latest song

Genre: Smut, wlw

AU: Idol AU

Pairing: Idol! Min Yoonji x Idol! Female reader

Word count: 4.5 k words

Warnings: Age gap (6 years), OC falls down pretty hard, smut, fingering, clitoral stimulation, a little bit of of mutual masturbation, nipple play (gentle), apparently Yoonji goes around the hybe building commando (??), Yoonji being an experienced lover and giving me butterflies as I wrote her.

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The door to the practice room that was usually unoccupied was slightly open, which was where you should've stopped anyways.

Especially because, as you neared it, you heard the fast beat of an unfamiliar song hit your ears.

You kept your course though, fed up enough from your own group to atleast peek in and see who had hogged your favorite practice room.

By the time you reached the sliding glass door, the loud music was enough to vibrate your eardrums, yet you still didn't recognize the song.

But when you peeked in, you immediately realized why the song was unfamiliar.

Yoonji had her back to you, facing the wall of full length mirrors, her dark, sharp eyes trained on her own body that moved fluidly to the fast rhythm of the song that was blaring.

The sharp beats of the music were such a stark contrast to the way her body moved, almost as if in one fluid motion, yet molded together like second nature.

You were mesmerized. And the reason you had come here in the first place… what was it exactly?

And then the beat dropped and her smooth dance routine turned to something much more energetic and edgy. This time, her moves matched the music and elevated it to a whole new level. All the while, her face remained stoic, completely focused on the way her own limbs moved.

And so were you. You had taken contemporary dance classes, and trained for months before debuting and you were nowhere near her level and here she was, the infamous Min Yoonji, the soloist/producer who was Hybe's pride and joy, and also rumored to be the most standoffish of all 3rd generation idols, so immersed in… dance?

Something that she famously avoided?

You toyed with your bead bracelet that was a friendship token among your group and had your group's symbol in the middle, mind reeling at the sight in front of you and playing with the idea of running back to your own practice room and telling your friends.

But before you could come to a decision, Yoonji's feline eyes snapped to yours in the doorway and widened.

"Fuck!" You muttered, starting and snapping the bracelet and sending the beads rolling all over the corridor floor.

"Hey!" She called out, but you had already turned your back and were sprinting down the corridor at full speed, your heeled boots making a ruckus as you went.

"Hey, stop!" You heard her voice behind you and heard the padded stomps of her sneakers as she gave chase.

You needed a detour. Pronto!

Slamming your whole body into the fire exit door, you started ascending the stairs, taking two steps at a time and were huffing and puffing in no time. Fuck these heels. You paused for a moment, unzipping your boots and slipping them off, placing them on the stairs that went up and swung open the door to the floor you were on, not paying attention to which one it was and running, full speed down the corridor.

Bad idea. Such a bad idea, because as soon as you turned a random corner, your socked feet slipped on the pristine, tiled floor and you slammed down onto the ground. Groaning at the shock of pain that had just run up your spine, you were trying to get back up, because you had heard the fire exit door open behind you (why wouldn't she just give up?) when you noticed hurried footsteps rushing towards you from the opposite direction too.

"Y/n! Are you okay? What are you doing up here?" A somewhat concerned, deep voice asked you. Looking up, you saw two extremely handsome, extremely concerned men looking down at you. Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung, the ballad duo that had taken the nation by storm.

"Sunbae! Help!" You said urgently, putting out a hand. The shorter one, Jimin, who was standing a step behind, was quick to take your hand and easily pull you up, letting you hold onto his arms as you tested your ankle urgently by putting weight on it. Luckily, it didn't hurt. Perfect, there was no time to lose!

"Well? Where are you headed?" He asked.

"Sunbaenim, I can't explain right now. If someone asks for me, you never saw me okay? Thank you, I owe you!" You didn't even wait to finish the whole sentence and were already running away.

"What was that about?" Jimin asked Taehyung, who was looking at you, a confused pout on his face.

Taehyung shrugged, but before he could speak, another ball of energy had turned the corner and halted right before them. Jimin's eyes widened, as he automatically bowed, "Yoonji noona, what… " his question died on his lips as he registered the redness on Yoonji's pale face and how she looked out of breath.

"Jiminie," she gasped, "Taehyungie, did you see anyone running this way?"

Jimin's mind was reeling at a million miles an hour. Why were you running away from Yoonji? And in such a fright that you didn't even care if you broke your ankle? And why was Yoonji chasing you anyway? He had never seen her this worked up. Before he could open his mouth, Taehyung stepped in.

"Nope, we just came out of the tea room, we haven't seen anyone." He pointed over his shoulder, "What's going on?"

Yoonji collected a deep breath, peeking over their shoulders at the empty corridor behind them. She had lost whoever the fucker was.

"I was rehearsing the new choreo for my new song. But someone was outside the practice room. It was a girl, that much I'm sure of. I don't know most of the newer kids, but the thing is, I was blaring my song on full volume. What if the person was trying to steal it?"

Taehyung bit back a laugh. There was no way you were trying to steal Yoonji's song, you just had a penchant for being in the worst places at the worst times, he knew that much from being friends with your brother.

"Maybe they were just enjoying the show noona, it's not everyday you see Min Yoonji dancing" he said lightly, trying to ease her mind.

Yoonji shook her head, her short hair flowing out at the motion. "You're too optimistic about the cut throat nature of our jobs."

Jimin locked eyes with Taehyung, a silent understanding passing between them to calm the senior down.

"Or maybe you're too skeptical of people in your own company. Come, the staff brought up some fresh steamed buns, have some with us?" Jimin coerced.

Yoonji nodded, dejected for now, but a little plan hatching in her genius mind already.

You, on the other hand, were clutching your heart, trying to even out your breathing as the elevator took you back down, thanking all your lucky stars that Jimin and Taehyung had distracted her long enough for you to get the elevator hassle free.

Reaching your own floor, you wasted no time running to your group's practice room and slamming the door shut, drenched in sweat and never more glad to see the four familiar faces looking at you in shock.

"Where are your shoes?" Alice, your best friend and maknae, asked you.

"I… the heel broke." You shrugged and got back into formation.

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The moment replayed in your head the third time during dinner, making your heart race in the most uncomfortable way again.

Yoonji's clear, focused eyes, her long, beautiful hands roaming down her sides as she swung her hips a way your group's choreographer would never allow you to in fear you'd be overly sexualized. And then the millisecond when her eyes held yours and the thought that she had such pretty eyes, before terror had sent you flying.

You swallowed your rice a bit too hastily, and it made sure to tell you that was a mistake by lodging in your throat. Coughing, you reached for a water bottle, and your hand bumped into the salt shaker, making it fall and spill it's contents everywhere.

Perfect.

"Unnie, are you sure you're okay? You're barely eating."

"Mhmm" you nodded, gulping the water to ease your throat and rose to excuse yourself. "I'm heading back to the studio, I'm not hungry or tired… I think I can squeeze in a few hours of rehearsal"

The four faces looking back at you seemed skeptical. First, you weren't willing to practice with them, and now you didn't want to eat with them? They slowly nodded nonetheless, and you were headed to your room to change into more appropriate clothes.

Exactly as you slipped on your sports bra, your mind decided to replay the way sweat had run down the back of Yoonji's neck, between the straps of her athletic top and her defined shoulder blades before disappearing into the fabric and you felt a very foreign tightening in your stomach. What was up with you today?

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"Y/n-ie!" The costume designer unnie met you in the hallway, "I got your boots back. They seem fine, why did you abandon my babies like that?"

You laughed softly, "I'm sorry. Did the staff find them in the staircase?"

"The staircase? No… you left them in the staircase?" She sounded a bit offended now.

" Unnie, it looks worse than it is, I was taking the stairs up and they were making my feet hurt. I was gonna go back and get them, the staff just found them before me" you reasoned.

"The staff… didn't find them though."

Your heart sank. " Then who… ?"

" Yoonji-ssi brought them over. Said she was going upstairs and found them outside the main ballad floor. She was asking who they belonged to."

Oh shit shit shitt…

" Did you tell her? " You squeaked.

" Well… yes. I mean, I told her it was probably one of you girls' and she asked which one of you because she wanted to introduce herself to you anyways and it'd be a nice way to start conversation " the stylist went on innocently, oblivious to the terror thumping in your chest.

"O-okay… well I'll be sure to thank her." You said softly, bowing and walking towards your studio, thoughts of rehearsal forgotten.

You were passing by one of the corridors that led off the main one, the one with only one studio in there, the biggest one on the floor, the one no one approached because they probably weren't welcome inside, the one with the cat holding up a middle finger on the floor mat outside, when you stopped, curiosity and a strange pull pleading you to stop for a moment and stare in the direction.

The studio was sound proof of course, so the corridor was silent, and you stood there, reliving the adrenaline rush of running up three floors from someone you had never talked to and had seen once in your life. It seemed almost silly now, in the silence and security of the Hybe building at night.

You shook your head at the stupidity of it all and turned to go the way you were, when you saw someone standing not 30 yards away, in the doorway of one of the recording rooms, clad in an oversized baggy t-shirt and boyfriend jeans, a black cap over their hair, looking straight at you.

It took a moment, and when you finally saw who it was, you had to force yourself to not dash in the opposite direction again.

Yoonji calmly made her way over to you, oblivious to the way your heart was trying to run out of your body as you stood stock still.

"May I help you?" She asked monotonously.

"Um-I–" you were fumbling for words, refusing to believe she was actually in front of you.

Yoonji tilted her head, not quite recognizing who you were, but concluding you were one of the girls from the new group. So the reassuring side of her waited patiently.

That was until she noticed the streaks of bright purple in your hair and the vision of the purple end of a ponytail flying down the corridor flashed in her eyes and the fact that you were standing outside her studio clicked into place.

HER STUDIO? So you really were a thief.

"You… " she gasped, her hand subconsciously grabbing hold of your arm so you wouldn't run away again.

Your eyebrows shot up and you froze in place. You were done for. A blush rose up your cheeks at the thought that you'd have to explain what you were doing running away from her in the afternoon.

Oblivious to all the extreme ideas Yoonji was having.

She still had your arm in her hold and was leading the way down the corridor, punching in the numeric code before you had a chance of seeing it and was dragging you in, slamming the door behind you.

"You have some audacity showing your face to me, little thief!" She said.

"Huh?" You were thoroughly confused.

"Don't act cute with me! You were the one outside the rehearsal room in the morning weren't you? If you so much as try to leak my song, I'll drag you out of the company by your hair myself" her tone was dangerously low.

Everything clicked into place for you.

"No!" You blurted out without much thought.

Yoonji tilted her head and regarded you.

"No, that's not it… " you took a deep breath, "Subaenim, I would never dare to think of doing that, you're mistaken. "

She raised a perfect arched eyebrow. "Then why were you there?"

"I- well I usually use that room to practice alone and I didn't know you were in there until I saw you, and I'm a big fan of your work and I was just a bit enamored" you allowed, "But I wouldn't dream of sabotaging your work, I can tell you've been working hard on it."

Yoonji felt her breath come easier and her expression softened. For the first time she noticed how you fidgeted with your hands and refused to look up at her. And also how your cheeks were tainted red with… fear? embarrassment?

She let a finger make a way under your chin to make you meet her eyes, "Then why did you run away?"

"You scared me." You said simply and Yoonji felt her heart melt. Well, she did scare a lot of people but no one had ever accepted it to her face this cutely.

A little chuckle left her lips and your eyes widened in wonder.

It was a pretty sound, complimented by such a pretty gummy smile that you found yourself smiling along.

"I'm sorry again sunbae" you mumbled shyly.

"Don't be" she shook her head dismissively, the air much easier in the studio. "Sit."

You made your way awkwardly to the couch that faced her massive computer and sat down as she pulled out a drawer and was collecting something from it.

Presently, she came and sat beside you, holding out a fist. You extended your palm and she transferred so many beads to your hand. The remnants of your friendship bracelet.

"It had your group logo on it, and your stylist was more than willing to tell me all the rest I needed to know. I was going to pay your dance room a visit tomorrow"

You giggled, putting the beads in your pocket safely. "To drag me out of the company by my hair?" You teased.

To your surprise, a blush rose up Yoonji's cheeks. And it was the prettiest sight you had ever seen. "Forget I ever said that" she mumbled grumpily and you laughed.

"If you say so." You shrugged.

You spent the next few minutes getting to know each other better. Well actually, you knew alot about her, so it was basically you introducing yourself to her.

"How old are you?" She asked.

"I'm a 99 liner."

"A child" she laughed.

"I turn 23 next month, what are you talking about?" You laughed.

"Ah no wonder you're so pretty, you're in your prime"

If a stampede of butterflies was possible, it suddenly broke loose in your stomach. Min Yoonji, the woman as pretty as a goddess, thought you were pretty. You felt your self confidence shoot up like no compliment ever made it. And you had gotten your fair share of them in your time since debut.

"You're so much prettier though sunbaenim!" You were ready to argue about it. But Yoonji just laughed.

"I like this one" she said.

There went the butterflies again.

As her laughter died on her lips she still had a gentle smile playing as she cupped your cheek affectionately.

The innocent touch had much different effects on you though. You leaned into her touch as if you had been wanting this exactly.

Yoonji's eyes widened a centimeter and she fought the sensible option of withdrawing her hand, liking the way your cheek felt soft against her palm.

It was when your eyes fluttered shut and you seemed to relax that Yoonji felt something stirring inside her. A strange desire to see more of this soft side of you.

Subconsciously, she leaned closer to you, admiring your gentle features, beautiful even without any makeup.

When you opened your eyes, you were slightly shocked to see her in such proximity. You started, the previous pink tint in your cheeks giving way to a much more furious red flush.

"Wh-" you began.

"Can I kiss you?" She asked straight forward.

Whiplash.

Or was it a culture shock?

You had heard that Yoonji always said what was on her mind. But you would have thought she might have kept certain thoughts to herself.

That being said, the way her tongue had just swept out to lick her perfect tinted lips, you felt something you never had before.

You nodded despite yourself, tingling in a strange excitement.

She didn't make you wait too long, her lips were on yours the next second. You shivered at the feeling and closed your eyes tightly as she gently kissed your lips once and pulled away. You opened your eyes slowly to see her smiling softly at you. "Was that okay?"

"It was better than okay" you whispered, much to her delight.

"Then won't you kiss me back?"

You regarded her with a shocked look. Was she really serious about this?

"Hm?" She prodded gently.

Once again, you were nodding like it was the most okay thing in the world.

She leaned closer again at that, and this time waited for you to initiate.

With scattered thoughts and a thumping heart, you closed the distance between you both and pressed your lips to hers.

It felt different this time. She felt better somehow. You sighed softly and tilted your head, Yoonji's hand coming up to cup your cheek again as she held you against her, thoroughly lost in the sensation.

This time when you pulled away, both of you were blushing. "So pretty" she whispered and tucked your hair behind your ear.

You smiled at that and she pecked your lips again, her hand entangling in yours that you gladly held onto.

Even though she was right here in front of you, you suddenly missed her soft lips on yours and found yourself tugging her to you and kissing her fully again.

A little sound of surprise left her which somehow got smushed in your lips and you felt something click inside you.

You wanted her. It didn't matter where it led, for now, you just wanted her.

She could pretend she never knew you tomorrow for all you cared.

Your kiss got faster, more desperate. Something that Yoonji did not miss at all. She sensed your intentions and pulled away for a moment, the whine that left your lips proof enough of what she suspected.

"Sunbae" you whined.

"What is it, prettiness?"

"I… "

"You?"

"I want you."

She laughed softly. "Yeah? Are you sure?"

You nodded.

"Can you keep a secret?"

You locked eyes with her, making it clear you understood what she meant. No one could know. You nodded again, sure of it this time.

"Good girl" she smiled.

That should not have made your stomach do somersaults like it did.

"Go on then" she pulled back and leaned against the couch leisurely, the sight an insane turn on.

Eagerly, you went closer to peck her lips, lingering there for a few electric moments before trailing little kisses beside her mouth, lower to her jaw till you reached the sharp angle. She really was built like some goddess. And she smelt heavenly too. Right here, in the crook of her neck, her perfume filled your nostrils and a delicious sense of secrecy ran through you. You'd keep a million secrets if it meant you could be privy to her like this.

She grabbed a hold of your waist and pushed you back onto the couch, throwing one leg over you and holding you down. "Had your fun?" She asked.

"I was just getting started."

"I'm not a very patient woman, especially when there's a beautiful girl on top of me. I'm a greedy person y/n, you should know that about me"

Why were you shaking in anticipation?

Oh, because she had a finger under your chin and was staring straight into your soul with those dark, dark eyes.

You gulped and the next thing you knew your lips were being devoured, her tongue flitting out to softly caress their soft contours and her breath fanning over them.

And when she mirrored your path down your jaw all the way to your neck, you craned it eagerly to give her more access.

It was when one of her hands tugged at the zipper of your hoodie that you realized how eager you were, hand flying to hers and unzipping it in a flash.

She seemed pleased to find that you were only wearing a sports bra underneath, if the smirk on her cherry red lips was anything to go by.

You regarded her as her eyes raked over your body greedily, pupils wide. Her hands ghosted over your ribs, smiling delighted at the way your stomach clenched at the sensation.

Her deft fingers found the straps and she looked at you questioningly, "Is this okay."

"Yes" you whispered.

What you weren't anticipating was that she'd simply slip them off your shoulders and tug it below your chest.

You gasped, her confidence throwing you in for a loop. Because she wasn't shy at all. It was almost as if she had done this many times before.

Her hands were firm and confident, as if she knew exactly what she was doing and exactly what she wanted.

And the strange thing was, you trusted her confidence and it made you much more comfortable.

"See what I mean? Such a pretty one." Her fingers traced up your abdomen, stopping at where your bra was clumped and tugging the strap, letting it snap back in place as you jumped.

She giggled, clearly enjoying it, claiming your lips again almost as if to soothe you.

You closed your eyes, even when she pulled away you kept them closed, as her hot breath went down your neck to your collarbone, littering kisses over it.

"I suppose I can't leave any marks hm?" She asked.

"No… my costume… "

"Shhh, I understand." Her finger came up to your lips which you kissed, much to her surprise and delight.

"How cute" she cooed, squeezing your cheeks, before going back to kiss your collarbone, making a straight path lower.

This is where your breathing started becoming heavier, which was visible by the movement of your chest.

"Do I make you nervous?" She asked you softly, speaking into your skin.

"Yes."

"In a good way?"

"In the best way" you breathed.

"Perfect." She kissed down your cleavage, taking your breath away.

Her hand was sneaking lower still. First, she took your hand that lay in her lap and placed it on her stomach. You felt the hard outline of her abs from under her shirt and were awestruck. How much cooler could she get?

"I want your hand to do what mine's doing okay?" She said lowly, sending a thrill through you.

You nodded eagerly.

Her hand sat at the waistband of your sweatpants, you realized. And as it slowly sneaked inside, your felt your thighs clench.

She stopped, still kissing above your boobs. You realized she was waiting for you to mirror her movement, and slowly slipped your fingers past her waistband too.

You felt her smile against your skin and her hand went lower.

You gasped. She wasn't wearing any panties.

She was roaming around the building commando?

Would wonders never cease?

She laughed at your little exclamation, and then retracted her hand.

When you were going to mirror, she whispered, "Keep it there."

You had never complied this easily.

"There there, you're okay baby"

Her hand went under again, this time past the band of your panties too. Your eyes shot open and you squirmed.

Baby.

She had called you baby.

You supposed you really were okay.

You nodded and her hand moved lower. You were mindful to mirror it this time.

But when her middle finger brushed on your clit, you were gasping again.

"Such pretty sounds" she licked a stripe down between your boobs and looked up at you. "Shall we make some more?"

And wrapped her mouth around your nipple. Your eyes clamped shut and this time around you moaned at the warm, wet sensation.

Yoonji felt herself getting wet. And she could quite literally feel the dampness in your panties too, something that she was quick to remind you of by wiggling her middle finger slightly making you arch your back against her.

"Subae" you whispered, "that feels so good" another broken moan fell past your lips and your hand slipped deeper into her pants, right where her's was against your core.

You felt her muscles tighten and she hummed against your skin.

She knew it felt good. She knew her way around a woman's body after all.

She let her fingers move against your wetness.

And she sighed in satisfaction when she felt yours move with hers.

"Such a good girl" she praised as she let your boob go with a pop, blowing on it softly before switching to the other one.

You keened at the praise, warmth flooding your insides at the words that fell from her lips.

This time, instead of mirroring her, you let your hand wander on its own accord and were stroking her opening with gentle but confident fingers.

She pressed into you harshly. "Keep doing that."

"What if I do more?" You said softly and eased the tip of your finger inside, making her gasp in surprise and then laugh softly.

"Perfect" she conceded.

And you wasted no more time, slipping in more and admiring the way her tongue was relentless on your nipple even as her eyes widened at the penetration.

When she let go of your boob this time, her lips were swollen and her nose was slightly red. She looked so sexy, you felt heat pool to your core. You knew very well that she could feel every wave of arousal that was wrecking through your body.

“You’re so sexy.” you moaned softly.

She smirked, the expression looking like it was made for her. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah” you threw your head back because she had sneakily placed her palm right over your clit and was gently applying pressure over it. “Harder.” you breathed.

That was selfish, and Yoonji made sure you knew that. She softly bit your nipple. It wasn’t hard, but you had assumed she was done with your boobs so the unexpected prick made you welp.

“Oh, she knows what she likes.” Yoonji said smugly, increasing the pressure and also rubbing her palm against your bud slightly, immediately making you shiver under her.

“Such a sensitive girl.” she praised, right next to your ear, and you felt your heart almost bursting out of your chest. Your fingers, which had been teasing her hole, were almost still by now, because you were too immersed in your own pleasure.

“Ohhhhh Sunbae fuuuuuck” your eyes were shut and you were panting.

Because as soon as the little jolt of your body accompanying the yelp had settled down, she slipped a finger completely inside you and you were immediately tensing up around her digit, a prolonged whine falling from your mouth.

“No, look at me. Open your eyes fucking look at me.” she growled.

Yoonji was having the time of her life with all the sounds you were letting out. And she was determined not to give you space to breathe in between attacks at all.

You looked at her, forcing your muscles to relax and your gaze to remain steady to meet hers. And it worked. About the two moments where she didn’t move. Because as soon as she began pumping her finger slowly, you were in shambles again, because whenever her fingers moved, her palm would give your clit this delicious friction and you felt like your entire nervous system was on fire.

She wasn’t doing anything yet? You were on the brink of an orgasm and she wasn’t doing anything?

She noticed the way you were chewing on your lip and freed it from your teeth, “Talk to me.” she said as her hand was still working magic.

“It’s too much for me…” you pleaded.

“But I’m not doing anything yet.” she said softly.

“I feel like I’m gonna cum” you whispered.

“That’s what I want. I want you to cum for me, why are you embarrassed about it?” she reassured you.

“Are you sure? Isn’t it too early?”

“Isn’t that how it works?”

Yoonji’s finger stopped and she regarded you with curious eyes. “Do you think you’re gonna get just one orgasm tonight?”

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. And she’d be lying if her heart didn’t break just a little. “Oh baby, who have you been sleeping with?” she said half apologetically and increased her pace again, much faster than before. Your eyes clenched shut again and the tightness in your stomach reached a strange anticipation. Her words replayed in your head. Were you really missing out on something monumental?

“Feel good?” her breathy voice called you back to Earth. You hummed, your whole body tingling. “So soo fucking good.”

Her deep voice rumbled in your ear as she laughed softly and licked your earlobe. “What more can I do to get you there? Talk to me.” she prompted gently.

“Kiss.” you gasped.

Without wasting another moment, she was molding her lips against yours again, fierce and possessive, two of her fingers pumping in and out of you steadily, her palm rubbing your clit and the only sound that of your heavy breaths and your wetness against her fingers.

“Enough to have you cum for me?”

You nodded, because suddenly her voice saying it loud had knocked the wind out of your lungs and you were clenching around her hard.

Even your tongue had eased up.

“I-i–” your voice broke and the orgasm washed over you, every muscle in your body tightening in pleasure, even your throat constricting so that only a broken gasp could leave you for a good minute.

When you focused on her again, Yoonji was looking really smug, brushing the tiny strands of purple from your forehead. “Came so pretty for me.” she kissed your forehead.

You blushed furiously. You weren’t sure about the pretty part but you knew you had come hard. You were thinking about what to say, what to do, how to act now. But she was 3 steps ahead of you, because her fingers were in front of your mouth, shiny with arousal. “Will my pretty girl clean up?”

You were shocked, but somehow still extremely turned on, and you had her fingers in your mouth the next second, lickin off your own release from them as if it wasn’t a big deal at all.

When her fingers were clean, you let them go and she smiled at you as if you were some being of light. She kissed you with the same sweet possessiveness that had sent you over the edge and had you tingling for more. But you wanted to make it even with her. If she let you that is.

Because she was already tugging you into a hug, which you were only too happy to melt into. “Will you let me take you home? I’m not done with you yet.” she whispered.

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Maybe We’re A Movie | Part 2

-> Pairing: Jin x Reader

-> fluff // minor angst

-> Word Count: 11.4k

-> Summary: Living in the city far away from home, you tend to miss out on family news. So, when you return home for the holiday’s, all you plan to do is spend time with family and catch up on everything you’ve missed since your last visit. You expected the jabs at living so far away and the poking at your barren love life, but you don’t expect to actually find love. Meeting the town’s newest resident and baker, you find yourself falling for his charm and good looks. Everything about him is just so magical…but there’s something strange going on with him and his shop that you can’t quite place. Is it just your hesitation to let him be a Christmas fling? Or is it something more?

-> Warning(s): Taegi side pairing, yoonji and hobi side pairing, mild language, lots of familial rough housing, teasing, constant poking and prodding about relationship status, typical ‘when are you going to settle down’ trope, talk about yoongi’s shaky coming out and love life, very Hallmark-esque

a/n: I was gonna wait to post this and then i changed my mind

Part 1 || Part 3 || Part 4

The conversation from the night before definitely reminded you why you left home in the first place. The nosiness, the ruckus, the ‘do this for your family’ mentality. You love your family, but they can be overbearing. It always feels like you’ve been in a wrestling match and all you can do is hold on until time runs out. At least being home gives you a chance to sneak into town without anyone to bother you.

You stroll through the park, occasionally spotting folks here and there that you haven’t spoken to in a while. They all look so happy for the holiday season. Some are just here on break from their extended degree programs, some have just come home to share time with family - much like you - and others are home to show off their new family additions.

When you were in high school, you always thought you’d meet someone at college. Then, when college finally passed with no one to spend intimate moments with, you figured you’d meet someone at work or at least in the city. But your career took off faster than you thought it would, and suddenly there was no time for you to even look at strangers passing by on the street.

Do you enjoy others and their families? No. But sometimes you can’t help but think about how right your Mom is.

Along your journey, you find yourself walking towards BE, Seokjin’s store. Its storefront isn’t as brightly lit as it was when you passed it the other night, but the window decor is still just as lively as it was then. The architecture and the exterior designs are practically the same, but the new paint and signage seem to give it a whole new life.

You walk over to where the stairs are to enter the facility and take the ramp up instead. You’d seen the ramp’s addition on your last visit home, when Mrs. Goo was still the owner of the bakery. Instead of the plain french doors with the simple ‘Goo’s Bakery’ sign, it’s been replaced with a white door with a ‘B’ and an ‘E’ in gold on each window. In smaller writing below those are the words ‘Maison Products’ that are also in gold.

“Homemade Products…” You read to yourself. No offense to Seokjin, but you didn’t really see him as the homemade knick knack kind of guy. Only one way to find out, though

You enter through the door on the right, stepping into the warmth of the shop. It has that woodsy, pine scent with a hint of popcorn and cookies wafting through the air. It’s a comforting scent, one that feels like home even if that’s not what your home smells like. The store itself looks like something out of a movie.

Unlike the bright exterior of the storefront, the inside is covered in neutral tones. The floors are still the original that Mrs. Goo had when she ran the store, but the walls are all painted a dark, forest green instead of the light blue walls. There are shelves along the walls filled with possible Christmas presents, decorations, cards, and loads of items to become stocking stuffers. There are even a few tables where some people sit eating baked goods and enjoying hot drinks.

“Hi! Welcome in!” You turn to your left where the registers are, right next to the baked goods. A man with blonde hair, a white shirt, and a red apron walks out from behind the counter with a tray of bagged popcorn in various flavors. He smiles, “We’ll be with you in just a mome-Agh!” The poor man trips, sending him - and the popcorn bags - to the floor.

You rush over to his aid, “Hey! You okay?”

The clumsy man pushes himself off of the floor and onto his knees, “Oh, yeah, I’m fine! Just clumsy, that’s all.” You help him up.

“Namjoon!” Jimin - the employee from the other night - comes running from somewhere else in the store. He stops when he sees Namjoon dusting himself off with your help. “Oh, you tripped again. And we just finished wrapping the popcorn too…”

You pick up one of the various bags and inspect it for any imperfections, finding none, “For what it’s worth, I think the popcorn is still together.”

Jimin picks up his own bag and he inspects it as well - nodding in agreement, “Yeah, it does look pretty okay.”

Namjoon takes the bag from your hands, “Thanks for the help.”

“No problem, Namjoon.”

“I’m Jimin.” The pink haired employee extends his hand to you and you gladly shake it, “I haven’t seen you around here before. You new?”

“No, I just don’t come home unless it’s Christmas or something big,” You explain, “My name is Min (Y/n).”

His face light’s up in recognition, “Oh! Jeongguk’s older sister! So, it was you in the passenger seat the other night when he stuck his whole upper body out of the window.”

“That’s me.” You laugh.

“He talks about you a lot,” he mentions, “Not to spoil anything, but he comes in to grab a gift for you at least 2 times a month.”

“That sounds like my brother.”

The front door bells chime as someone walks in, “I’m back with the flour!” You turn your attention to the confident store owner you’d met the other day. He has a huge bag in his arms resting over his right shoulder. As soon as he steps into the store, his eyes seem to draw immediately to Namjoon and his messy hair, “Oh, what do we have here? Did Joon trip again? It wasn’t cookies this time, was it?”

“Just the popcorn.” You assure him.

Jimin pipes up as well, “We sealed it all before he dropped it this time!”

“A nice improvement.” He nods in approval. He gestures to the bag in his arms with his head, “Take this to the kitchen?”

“Sure.” Jimin takes the bag off of Jin’s hands and makes his way behind the counter, Namjoon getting back to work stacking popcorn on the floor displays.

Jin turns to you, his approving smile turning into one of pleasant disbelief, “I didn’t expect to see you here already.”

You shrug, “I was curious about the hype,” You admit. You take another look around and smile, “I can see it though. You did a great job decorating and everything in your display looks delicious.”

“Thank you! That means a lot coming from someone who’s apparently a better baker than me.” He teases, “Say, you’re not trying to start a business against me, are you?”

You put your hands up in defense, “No thanks. I have a very good job that pays me very well.”

“Stability. That’s understandable. I respect that.” He looks around the store for a moment and then back to you, “Why don’t you let me show you around?”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that. I’m sure you’re busy enough as it is.” You try to protest.

“We’re pretty on top of our game today. Plus the breakfast crowd is slowing down. Besides, who am I going to get in trouble with? Myself?” He asks

“Well, when you put it that way…” You teasingly contemplate his offer, making sure to draw out your “thinking” before you respond, “Sure. Why not?”

“Follow me!” He smiles, gesturing with his hand to follow after him.

He takes you to the next room over. Several fake trees stand to make a pathway, working as product displays with prices at the top written on laminated stars. The walls are lined with shelving units, several of the shelves backstock for the trees on display and the rest housing other products like toys and knickknacks. The stairway leading upstairs is also decked out in garland and twinkling lights, large gold frames that showcase children’s artwork hanging above your head. The whole first room of the second floor is full of shelves dedicated to books, candles, and anything scented. There’s no strong smell that hits you like most stores, but there’s a light mix of smells that linger as you pass them. In the middle of it are 2 large tables, papers and buckets of crayons left obviously used in the center. The room after that is a waiting area for the bathroom and a door that most likely leads to the next floor.

“Wow, you really have everything.” It’s hard not to be impressed by everything. You’d hate to un-humble him, but he’s really outdone himself.

“With so many people having different tastes and interests, I wanted to make sure that I covered all the bases.” He admits, taking your compliment in its stride, “I even have a workshop upstairs.”

“I thought the upstairs was an apartment?” You ask. At least, it used to be when Mrs. Goo was still in charge.

“It was! But I have a wide variety in my stock, so I bought the apartment next door so I could expand a bit.” He explains. He looks around his store and you can just see the pride in his eyes, “It isn’t much, but I think I’ve really made it something.”

“So, can I go see?” You ask, obviously teasing the poor man.

He picks up on your teasing and smiles, shaking his head and holding out his arm to keep you from moving forward, “The upstairs is unfortunately for employees only.”

“I see. Understandable. I can respect that.” You jest, quoting him from earlier. He rolls his eyes and you laugh, “Well, the inside is just as gorgeous as the outside.”

“Thank you, that means a lot.” He says, seemingly very genuine. He’s definitely very playful, and you’re starting to think that his confidence is just an attempt to break the ice with others.

He suddenly claps, “Alright! Now that you’ve seen everything, why don’t we head back downstairs and you can try a cookie or two?”

“I thought you didn’t want me to try out the competition?” You ask, eyes playfully narrowing.

“A cookie or two never hurt anyone.” He states matter-of-factly, placing a hand on your shoulder and lightly pushing you towards the stairs, “Besides, I need to know if I can impress the master.” He leads you downstairs and back to the now empty bakery front, both Namjoon and Jimin sweeping up and tidying from their morning customers. He brings you to a table and pulls out a chair for you, “Madame~”

“Oh, how fancy!” You accept his gesture and take a seat, letting him push in your chair as well. You turn yourself to look at him, “Do you treat all your guests this way?”

“Just the famous ones.” He steps away to the treats counter, grabbing a plate and placing various cookies on it. They all come from trays that are almost empty or taking the last of a batch. Once he decides he has enough, he closes the display and makes his way back to you, “Now, what I have for you is a selection of our finest baked goods with a recipe so secret that even Gordon Ramsey himself couldn’t replicate them.”

You raise a brow at him, “You seem confident in that.”

“I’m always confident,” He assures you. He picks up a random cookie from the plate and holds it out to you, “And I’m also extremely confident that you are going to love these.”

“I guess I’ll just have to have a taste and find out.” You take the cookie out of his hand and take a bite. The cookie itself is chewy and moist, everything a cookie should be. You try not to let what you think tell on your face as you try a bite of each cookie on the plate, making a mental note of your favorite as you go.

Watching you eat and control your expressions seems to drive Jin crazy, and he decides he has to know exactly what you think about his baking, “Alright, enough with the poker face. What do you think?”

“I think - and this is on a scale of 1-10 - they are…” You pause for dramatic effect, “A solid 9.5.”

Seokjin’s surprised, “9.5?! Why not 10?”

You shrug, “There is always room for perfection.”

“Oh, yeah? And what are yours on that scale?”

“An 11, because I exceed expectations.” You tease.

He scoffs, “Oh, how nice…Did you get that off of a report card?”

“Every year.” You assure him.

“Likely story.” He crosses his arms and sighs, “I’ll take Jeongguk and Bora’s word and accept your answer for now, but I will try your cookies and put this nonsense to rest.”

You nod, “I’ll make a batch just for you.”

“Careful! Cooking is the way to my heart.” He warns. He gets this cheeky smile on his face and leans in, “You’re not trying to make a move on me, are you?”

You place a hand over your heart, acting as if you’ve been caught, “You noticed? There goes my plan of making you fall for me and taking over your store.”

“Well, I assure you I will keep your evil plans in mind as the season continues.” He says, chuckling to himself at your little game. You smile as well, taking a quick peek at your watch to check the time. 12:30. You’d be late if you didn’t leave now.

You start to get your things together so you can go, standing and pulling your wallet out of your purse, “I should be going now. My Mom will be starting lunch and then it’s family game night, but-“ You pause, unsure if you should admit you enjoyed his company today, “-it was nice getting to know you a bit more.”

“I hope today’s impression was much better than before?” He asks, very hopeful in today’s interaction unlike the day prior.

“It was!” You agree, finding him much less conceited and far more proud in himself and his business. But you can’t help teasing him, “Though, I am slightly disappointed I didn’t get any free pocket candy.”

He stands as well, “The cookies weren’t enough?” He asks, feigning shock.

You tilt your head in confusion, waving your wallet in your hand, “I was going to pay for those.”

“Oh no, this is a competition now. I expect your cookies in return before Christmas Day.” He explains.

“I guess I can make that happen.” You sigh, acting as though your compliance is a burden and not something that you’re now excited to do. He smiles and you laugh. You put your wallet away and slowly start to make your way to the door, “So…I’ll see you around then?”

“You will.” He follows you to the doorway and grabs the door handle before you get the chance to. He pulls the door open and takes a small, pre-packaged candy cane out of his apron to offer you, “Try not to miss me too much.”

“How could I?” You take the candy cane from him and place it in your pocket, turning back to the store to say goodbye to the others as well, “It was nice meeting you too, Jimin! Namjoon!”

“Have a good day!” Jimin calls out, peeking his head around the corner of the second room.

Namjoon stops sweeping to wave you off, “Walk carefully!”

You nod and give one last wave to Seokjin before exiting the store, pulling your coat tighter to yourself as you make your trek home.

Jimin gets down from his ladder and takes off his hat, showing off the pointed tips of his ears. He walks right up to Namjoon and hits his arm with his hat, “Walk carefully? Really?!”

Namjoon jumps back, “What?! She walked!”

“She doesn’t know you know that!” Jimin scolds.

Jin turns to the two elves, ignoring their arguing - as it is a daily occurrence - for a more important factor, “Have you two been eavesdropping this whole time?”

The two stop their fighting, sharing a look before Namjoon shrugs, “Maybe?”

Jin sighs and shakes his head, “Naughty. Very naughty.” With a quick snap of his fingers, the cookie dish vanishes from the table, leaving behind a glittering clean surface for their next round of customers.

——-

Christmas - according to most Christmas songs - was dubbed the most wonderful time of year. Now, it’s not entirely false, but it’s not entirely true either. Being cornered by your family is never fun, and an excuse for them to bug you is never a good one in your book. But family game night during the holiday season is easily one of your favorite holiday traditions.

Unfortunately, due to your family’s long history of “misunderstandings” and “mishaps” there is a lengthy list of games you’re all no longer allowed to play. Twister and Monopoly hold the top 2 spots on the banned list, having been banned since you were in high school. If Yoonji and Jeongguk don’t cool it this year, then UNO would be joining them as well. Thankfully, since Bora is still little, you’re able to stick to more simple and civil games.

Taehyung hits his blue button, “Rudolph!”

“Yes!” Bora cheers.

“No!” Yoonji cries, hitting the coffee table with the palm of her hand.

Your Mother thought that charades would be a good idea for Bora to stay involved. No cards to keep track of, no secret spilling, just the quiet game mixed with dancing. However, she had seriously doubted Yoonji’s competitiveness. Even worse, none of you knew just how good Taehyung actually is at games.

“Alright, that makes 10. Taehyung and Yoongi win!” Your Dad announces, clapping his hands so that Bora will congratulate them as well.

You join in and watch your sister turn to Taehyung with a deep scowl, “How did you figure that out?”

He shrugs, “She was making flying motions and patting her nose.”

“She was jumping and slapping her face!” Yoonji argues, unable to see how the motion could ever correlate to Rudolph the Red-nose Reindeer. Your sister is quick to turn to her husband, “Babe, she was jumping and slapping her face-!”

“I know, Yoonji. Taehyung just speaks kid.” Hoseok assures her, still clapping for the winners of the game. He turns to his daughter, “Bora! Tell Mommy to cheer!”

“Cheer, Mommy!” Bora encourages, clapping her little hands even harder. Yoonji gives a dry clap, but Bora doesn’t think it’s good enough. She toddles over to grab her Mother’s hands and physically helps her clap for her Uncle and Taehyung.

You laugh as Yoonji reluctantly lets it happen, still butt-hurt over her loss, “Just give him a break, Yoonji. He wants 5 kids, remember? He has to be good at charades.”

“5 what?!” Yoongi questions, his eyes wide and full of surprise.

Your Mother laughs - remembering the conversation from the other night, and Taehyung turns to you with a look of betrayal, “Sh! Don’t spill my master plan!” He turns back to Yoongi and smooths out his hair, attempting to reassure him - even though he just admitted the truth, “Just ignore them, Yoongi, they don’t know what they’re talking about.”

Yoongi still looks as though his life flashed before his eyes, and your Father is quick to come to his rescue. He stands, “Alright! Let’s take a break and refill on snacks before we move onto Mario Kart!”

Jeongguk- your partner in the games - is the first to jump up and take off running, “Pee break!”

“Me! I have to potty!” Bora announces, dropping her Mother’s hands, “Number 2!”

Hoseok hears the drill and is up faster than Yoonji, “Oh no! Let’s go, Bora!” Bora takes off for the stairs and he follows after her, “Hurry upstairs!”

Your Father laughs and grabs some of the empty bowls off the table, Yoongi getting up to help him refill them as well. You, your Mother, Yoonji, and Taehyung remain in the living room to tear down from charades.

“So, what did you do today?” Taehyung asks, holding the small ziplock back for the topic papers.

“Oh, I walked around town for a bit, enjoyed the snow and the view. The peace and quiet-” Yoonji laughs at that, “Oh! And I went to see BE today.”

“Oh? Did you see anything you like?” Yoonji asks, definitely not talking about the products or the baked goods.

You shrug, “The store was cute. Pretty impressive really.”

“That’s not what I meant.” She reminds you, knowing very well that you knew what she meant, “Did you meet the employees?”

You nod, “Yes, I did. I met Namjoon and Jimin right as I walked in.”

“And Jin…?” Your Mother chimes in, showing up in front of you to take the empty bowl from you.

“I met him too.” You assure her, “He showed me around the store.”

“Your own personal tour?” Taehyung asks.

He raises his eyebrows in suggestion and you roll your eyes at the notion, “It wasn’t anything big, he was just being nice.”

“Okay, well, what did you think about him?” Your Mother asks, wanting to know more.

You shrug, not really knowing what to say that won’t condemn you. In all honesty, Seokjin really is nicer than your first impression of him. But you can’t really say that that’s made you fall as head-over-heels for him as they all seem to be hoping, “He’s nice. He’s definitely a charmer. I can see why the store does so well.”

“So you like him?” Yoonji asks, saying it as if it’s a statement and not a question.

“Woah, woah, watch it with the way you’re using that “like” word. I just met the guy.” You remind her.

Your Mother does nothing to help, she only encourages the idea, “Okay, well, you can still like someone you just met.”

“Okay, and I don’t. Jin is just a nice guy who wants to be nice to me because Jeongguk spends his entire allowance at his store.” You argue, knowing very well that any money your little brother gets is spent on video games or something he can eat. Knowing how much Jeongguk values your opinion, it makes sense that you would be the person to convince him not to go to BE ever again. ”If I’m happy, then Jeongguk is happy.”

“So, you don’t have any opinion on him?” Yoonji inquires, her eyes practically digging into you.

You shake your head, “Not romantically.”

“But you think he’s handsome?” Yoongi’s voice chimes in from behind you.

“I never said that!” You turn around and argue. He smiles at you and you can’t help but glare at him, “Why don’t you just go back to getting snacks, Mr. Grinch?” You tease, pointing out the Grinch sweater that he wears every year.

“Ha! You’re so funny!” He fakes laughs, pretending to double over from how funny he thinks you are - which he doesn’t. He backs out of the room, still pretending to be taken over with laughter, “I’m dying over here!”

“Dying on the inside maybe.” You grumble, glaring as his figure disappears into the kitchen. You turn to the other 3 adults in the room. If you don’t set them straight now, then they’ll never leave you alone. Then you’ll spend the rest of your trip plagued by random, forced encounters with the shop owner in question. “Listen, I didn’t come home or go to his store just to play the dating game. I’m here to spend time with my family and crush them at Mario Kart! Please, just let this whole dating nonsense go!”

Your Mother looks disappointed, and Taehyung just puts his hands up in defeat. Yoonji however, doesn’t seem as easily swayed. She walks up to you with her arms crossed and eyes you up and down, “I’ll let you slide for now, because I’m not going to let the Mario Kart jab go by me. But I know you’re going to meet a guy by the end of this year, and I’m calling it right now!”

Everyone drops the subject, but it lingers in the back of your mind for the rest of the night. Even as you get ready for bed, you can’t help but think about his broad shoulders and his handsome face. You’ve never clicked with someone right off the bat this fast. Even though he came off as somewhat arrogant during your first meeting, he took your punches and rolled with them. That’s not something you’ve had before. If anything, that’s something that Joy thought pushed people away from you. But Jin seems to enjoy the banter.

It’s too bad that a man like him is just out of your reach.

With Christmas right around the corner, the need to get everything done for Santa before he arrives grows more urgent. While most of the adults staying in your childhood home are there helping to get everything done, you’re distracting the youngest family member with a nice trip to the park.

“C’mon, Bora!” A little boy calls to her, halfway to the play set steps, but waiting for her to follow him.

She toddles after him, having to climb her way through the thick snow, “I’m coming! I’m coming!”

You’d have thought that someone would shovel the sidewalks or get rid of some of the snow at the playground, but all of it was left untouched when you arrived. The snow was so high that you carried Bora all the way to the playset before you made yourself comfortable on a park bench.

It took a couple swipes with your hand to get it wiped off, but you’re sure your butt is going to be wet and cold the whole walk home. But as long as Bora is entertained and happy, you can push through the 30 minutes that you’ll spend here. It’ll be nice to get a couple pictures to bring back to your sister.

You follow her with the camera on your phone, watching her play with the other kids at the park in her big, puffy coat. You wave to her, “Hi, Bora!”

She waves back and then all of the other kids wave at you as well. You wave more erratically until you notice a gloved hand waving next to you, “Hello, everyone!”

“Seokjin.” You say, finally taking notice of the tall man in a snow coat of his own. He has two steaming cups settled in a stacked cup carrier resting on one forearm, the other is still in the air waving to the playground children.

“Just Jin.” He corrects. He stops waving and grabs one of the cups from his carrier, “Hot chocolate?”

With a day as cold as this one, you’ll gladly accept a warm drink, “Thanks.”

You open the lid as he takes a seat next to you, blowing on it before you take a sip. He watches you the whole time, an almost expectant look on his face. He waits until you raise an eyebrow at him to say what’s on his mind, “Well?”

“Well, what?” You question.

“Do you like it?” He asks.

“I do!” You assure him. It’s honestly some of the best hot chocolate you’ve had, but you won’t tell him that, “It’s good.” You take another sip.

“Good! That’s from the batch I made in the mop bucket.” He says, taking a sip from his own cup. Your first reaction is to spit out the current sip you’d taken, wiping your mouth with the back of your gloved hand as he divolves into laughter next to you, “Oh! That was priceless! I wish you could have seen your face!”

“That was not funny!” You insist. Though, no matter what you say, he still finds it absolutely hilarious. Then again, if he were Jeongguk and he had played the same prank on someone at the house, then you would probably think it’s funny too.

But again, you’ll never tell him that.

You shake your head, “Okay, laugh it up all you want. I hope you get put on Santa’s naughty list.”

He scoffs, “Bold of you to assume I’m not on it already.”

“You’re right, my mistake.” You apologize, full of sarcasm.

“I made it in the kitchen in the shop before I left.” He admits, “I’m watching Namjoon’s brother and Jimin’s son while they’re at the shop.” He points to two boys - one about 12 and the other roughly 6 - that hadn’t been on the playground when you arrived, “They’re the spitting image of them, right? Pretty creepy when you look at them together.”

“Maybe a little...” Their heads are covered in hats and they’re completely bundled up, but you can see a small likeness from where you sit, “Then again, Bora looks like she was cloned in Yoonji’s basement, so anything is possible.”

“Did you come out to enjoy the weather?” He asks

“Oh, yeah! I’m really living it up right now.” You reply sarcastically, “I would get up and show you just how excited I am, but I’m pretty sure my jeans are frozen to the bench.”

He laughs, “I’m sure park safety will be out eventually to scrape you off.”

“That’s likely.” You scoff with a light roll of your eyes. You take another sip of your hot chocolate and turn to check on Bora again, finding her off of the playset and trudging through the thick snow in your direction. Her face is red from the cold, but she doesn’t look as if she’s going to let that stop her, “Bora, what are you doing?”

“I wanna see Jin!” She yells back, taking another step and stumbling a bit.

“You wanna see me?!” Jin shouts back, getting a nod from the determined little girl. He laughs with joy, “Well, let me give you a hand.” He sets his hot chocolate off to the side and gets up, stepping through the snow to pluck the practically swimming little girl up and into his arms, and bring her back to the bench with him. He sits her right in between the two of you, “Are you cold?”

“A little…” She nods, sniffling.

“Do you want some hot chocolate? Jin made it.” You tell her, taking off the lid of your hot chocolate to blow on it.

“Really?” She asks. She seems suspicious, but she also looks like she needs something to warm her up a bit.

“Yup! He made it just for you~” You assure her, hoping it will be just enough incentive to get her to have some.

She reaches her hands out and you let her take the lead, still holding onto the bottom of the cup to keep her from tipping it down the front of her shirt. She takes a nice, long sip and pulls away with a chocolate covered smile, “Delicious!”

“Thank you!” Jin reaches down with a thinly gloved hand and wipes away some of the chocolate around her mouth, “Are you excited for Santa to come and visit you?”

“Mhm!” She takes another sip.

“What do you think he’s going to get you?” He asks her. He seems genuinely curious, and it surprises you that he actually seems to care. Not many grown men would take the time to ask a child about their interests or their wants.

Bora shrugs, “I hope toys…”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll get plenty of those.” He assures her. He turns to you, only his smile seems more playful, “What do you think you’ll get, Auntie (Y/n)? Have you been good this year~?”

“Oh, I’ve been a Saint.” You assure him.

“Really? Is that so?” He asks, “No traffic violations or warrants for your arrest?”

You laugh, “Well, there may be one or two, but I’m sure Santa will understand.” You joke, keeping the conversation light for Bora.

“I hear that Santa is very forgiving. Maybe you’ll get lucky.” He winks at you, making you giggle.

“Oh, I hope so. If not, I’m sure Bora will vouch for me. Right Bora?” You wait for your niece to pipe up like she normally does, but you’re met with silence. Normally, she’d be the first to your defense besides Jeongguk. You look down to check on her, “Bora?”

At some point in your conversation, neither of you noticed her rest her head against Jin’s side and close her eyes, falling asleep with her hands loosely holding the cup you’ve been holding onto.

“Looks like someone fell asleep…” Jin laughs, wiping away some more chocolate that collected at the sides of Bora’s mouth. He grabs the cup out of her hands and watches them fall to her lap, Bora only twitching slightly in her sleep. He holds it out to you, “Well, we’ll just hand this back to you then.”

“Thanks.” You take another look at Bora and take notice of her small shivers. You’d have to wrap up your conversation and head home soon, “Oh, looks like someone’s cold too.”

“Here-“ Jin is quick to unwrap his scarf from his own neck and place his over the one she’s already wearing. Then, he unzips his oversized coat and carefully picks up Bora from the bench, carefully placing her on his lap and tucking her into as much of his coat as he can. After being re-scarfed and tucked away, the only thing you can still see of her are her chubby little cheeks and closed eyes. “This is what big coats are for, right? Though, I guess yours would be to hide stolen goods.” He jests.

“Oh, definitely.” You agree, though not as playfully. You can’t help but notice how great he is with kids, and a pit forms in your stomach when you realize he has to have some kind of practice at this kind of thing. A man as handsome as him would have to have at least a girlfriend, right? It makes sense that he’d be tied down and just hasn’t mentioned it. You try to rationalize it in your head. Plenty of guys flirt when they’re married, but a lot of them would never actually take any of the offers. “Do you have any kids?”

“Oh, no! Helping Jimin and Namjoon is as close as I get to parenting.” He laughs.

“Really?”

“What? Surprised my handsome face hasn’t captured someone’s heart?” He asks playfully, using a hand that’s not holding Bora steady to accentuate his features.

“No, you’re just too good with kids to not have much experience.” You reply honestly.

“You think so?” He asks. He seems surprised, but you nod to assure him that you mean what you said. He shrugs, “Well, my dad works with kids year round, so I guess I just picked up on it.”

“Is he a homemade goods baker extraordinaire as well?” You joke.

“In a way.” He smiles, but you can see his expression change as he thinks about it more, “He used to make toys with his dad and deliver them, but he’s found that he likes delivering more.”

“That’s nice. It’s not everyday you find something you’re good at and love doing.”

Jin rolls his eyes, “Yeah, he doesn’t seem to feel the same way with me.”

“What? He doesn’t appreciate his son’s excellent social skills, his blooming business, or his decorating skills?” You ask, attempting to cheer him up with flattery.

“He doesn’t like that I don’t want to continue the family business.” He answers honestly, seemingly disappointed. Whether that’s with himself or his father, you can’t tell. Either way, this is a Jin that you haven’t met yet.

You can’t really say that you like it.

You tap his arm, “Well, tell him tough cookies!”

He shakes his head and sighs, “It’s not that simple.”

“Of course it is!” You turn to him, resting your arm on the back of the bench so you can make sure he sees and hears you very clearly, “I wanted a raise last month and I thought my boss would never give it to me. Do you know how I got it?”

“How did you get it?” He asks, figuring you’d tell him even if he didn’t ask.

“I told him I wanted one and the benefits. And do you know what he did?”

“Give you an extra 30 cents?”

“He promoted me to a higher position so he could pay me better,” You correct, “I’m doing a little more work, but it hasn’t changed the way I worked before.” You can see him thinking about it. It’s not an easy thing to do, but you’re no stranger to tough conversations with family. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the boys coming over through the snow and you tap Jin’s arm so he knows as well. But before they get too close, you make sure to finish the conversation with encouragement, “You should talk to your dad.”

“I’ll see.” He doesn’t seem confident in your suggestion, but he seems to accept it as an idea. The boys finally make their way through the snow, faces red and out of breath.

“Ready to go boys?” Jin asks, putting a smile on his face again.

“Yeah, it’s cold.” The older boy complains. Now that he’s closer, he really does look like Namjoon. You can imagine their parents get them confused all the time.

“And I’m hungry!” The smaller boy adds, his puffy cheeks and tired expression matching that of Jimin’s.

“We’ll take care of that when we get home,” Jin assures him.

You stand from your spot on the bench and stretch, “It’s probably best I get Bora home too.”

“Do you need help with her?” Jin asks, his eyes looking between you and the area behind you.

You wave your hand in dismissal, “I should be fine. Let me just grab her before you move.”

You bend down to carefully grab Bora out of his arms, hoping she stays asleep for you just as she did for him. You don’t notice Jin's gesture to Jimin to clear the pathway behind you, nor do you notice the sudden gust of wind that clears the walkway and blows snow onto unsuspecting children and previously clean cars.

You get Bora in a comfortable position on your hip with her head resting on your shoulder and turn around, taking notice of the suddenly clean sidewalk, “Oh, wow! I never noticed them clear the pathway.” You don’t remember seeing anyone clearing it, but you don’t tend to notice too much when you’re enjoying yourself, “I guess you do make pretty good company.”

“I always do.” Jin stands, zipping up his large coat to escape the cold, “Will I see you around again?”

“I am here for another week and a half, so I’m sure we’ll see each other in another day or two~” You assure him, much more excited for your next run in than you had been before.

“Great! I’m looking forward to it.”

“Same here.” You bid him goodbye with one last smile and make your way down the freshly clean pathway, adjusting Bora one more time for your decent trek home.

Jin watches you go, hoping that your next meeting will be very soon.

“Will I see you around again~?” Jimin copies, pitching his voice.

“Only in your dreams~” Namjoon jokes in his own pitched voice, both him and Jimin bursting into childish giggles.

“You’re both so funny,” Jin comments dryly. He waves his hand down to the tree above them, and a pile of snow comes falling down, covering both elves in a cloud. Jin smirks, “So, so very funny indeed.”

Anyone that wants to buy presents better than a knick knack will have to take the train to the next station over. That town has a large mall with much more options than your small hometown. When you were younger, Yoonji, Yoongi, and Hoseok would tell your parents they were taking you to the park, but the 3 of you would actually go ice skating instead. You never quite got the hang of it.

None of you did really.

“What do you think about this?”

You turn around to see Hoseok holding up a child’s dress covered in purple glitter. He has it pulled flat against his hoodie, and he has one leg pulled in front of the other like you’d just caught him doing something he shouldn’t.

“I think red is more your color, Hobi.” You reach behind him to grab an almost identical piece in red and hold it just off to the side and laugh, “Oh yeah! Red is definitely for you.”

Taehyung pops up beside him with a pink, velvet, long-sleeve dress with white trim, “I think this one matches my eyes.”

“Oh! Where did you find that?!” Hoseok grabs the dress from Taehyung and immediately starts looking for the size, “Bora would love this!”

“They’re right over there, that second rack.” Taehyung points him in the right direction and Hoseok is quick to make his way over there, “Don’t go far, I’ll be right back!”

“Good eye.” You comment, liking the dress he’d picked out as well.

“If there’s one thing I know, it’s fashion~” He says, very confidently in the ugliest Christmas sweater you’d thrown at him this morning. He looks down when he remembers what he’s wearing, but he doesn’t let that tarnish his reputation, “My current outfit excluded.”

“Wow, I’m hurt!” You feign your offense, knowing very well what you had done to both him and Hoseok this morning. “Is this just a one time exception then?”

He shrugs, “Depends on the occasion.” He looks at the items in your hand and grabs at the hoodie hanging on your arm, “What have you found?”

“I was thinking about getting this.” You set down your bags from other stores to pick up the outfit you’ve been sitting on. Just a simple type-dye hoodie and sweatpants combo with a unicorn embroidered on the front of the hoodie and the pants, “Hobi takes her to his dance classes after school a lot, and I think she’d like it.”

“It’s definitely cute. It even has her best color in it.” He laughs, pointing out the smallest amount of pink.

“Yeah, pink is definitely her thing. Yoonji tried so hard to get her to like purple or yellow or anything but pink, but Bora just latched onto it like it was candy.” You still remember the day Yoonji called you on the phone to try and talk some sense into her daughter, but you just sat and listened to Bora list her favorite things with pink on them. You could even hear Hoseok laughing at Yoonji in the background and adding onto the list. As much as you don’t enjoy being questioned about your love life and when you’ll settle down, you have to admit that the thought of a tiny human that wants to tell you about their favorite things makes your heart just a little bit happier.

“Okay, they have the dress in Bora’s size, but they also have this one!” Hoseok comes to a stop. Not only is he holding the dress Taehyung had found, but he has a fully, pink sequined romper in his other hand. Under the slightly dimmed store lights, it already shines. You can’t imagine how it would look next to the Christmas tree, not to mention the sound that it’s already making on the hanger. “What do you think?”

You can only stare at it and think of all the curses that Yoonji could say about it, each one more colorful than the last, “I think your wife will strangle you if you buy that for Bora.”

Taehyung raises his hand and interjects, “I think it’s worth the pain.”

Hoseok uses the hand holding the romper to point at him, “I like Taehyung’s answer better.”

“That’s because you don’t want to hear reason!” You argue.

“What was that?” He asks. He starts moving back, grabbing the bags he’d sat down and trying to pull away to the cash registers, “I can’t hear you over the sound of my feet walking to check out my things!”

“Oh, you’re ridiculous!” You roll your eyes and Taehyung laughs.

You all check out the items your getting, adding more bags to your already full hands. You’d been to plenty of last minute stores today, and you weren’t even done yet. It’s a unanimous decision to have a seat while you still have a chance.

Your bags are placed at your feet, some tied to each other and others placed inside of other bags to ensure you don’t lose one. You lean against the back of the bench and sigh, “Taehyung, let me tell you, if you act anything like Hoseok when you and Yoongi get married, then I’ll have no choice but to kill you.”

Hoseok lifts himself up and peers around from Taehyung’s other side, “What’s wrong with me?” He asks, as if he isn’t the person with the most bags.

“When Yoongi and I get married?” Taehyung reiterates. He sounds nervous, but also hopeful, “You really think he likes me that much?”

“As his best friend-“ Hoseok places a comforting hand on Taehyung’s shoulder, “If he likes you enough to bring you home, then commitment is not too far behind.”

“Yeah, Yoongi is not one to go outside of his comfort zone if he doesn’t have to.” You agree. You remember a high school Yoongi that would never talk about girls, never talk about his problems, and never go out of his way to do something if it didn’t involve his well-being, “If he didn’t have to tell our parents about you or tell our parents about himself or put himself in a slightly uncomfortable position, then he wouldn’t have. You have to be really special for him to take such big risks.”

Taehyung looks down, his smile disappearing, “Yoongi’s been terrified for this trip if I’m going to be honest.” He admits, “He almost called it off entirely.”

Hobi sighs, “Yeah, he called me about that...I had to talk him down.”

They both seem to have been thinking about this trip for a while. Out of everyone, Hoseok has always known about Yoongi’s preferences and who he is. Yoongi had told you over the phone when he’d first told everyone about Taehyung that he would’ve moved in with you, or stayed under Bora’s bed with Hoseok and Yoonji. You were very pleased to hear that your parents took the news well. Just knowing that Yoongi has someone like Taehyung thinking about him and his worries makes you all the more happy they’re together.

“I’m glad you did. I’m honestly having a great time with everyone! It’s been awhile since I’ve been around family.” Taehyung says. He still seems to be in his own little world, thinking of a time that must not have been very easy for him.

You take this moment to comfort him with a hand on his shoulder, “Well, as long as you don’t break Yoongi’s heart, then you’re more than welcome to stay forever.” You offer, but you’re quick to add the fine print as well, “But if you do break his heart then I have to break your legs.”

“Both?” He asks. He looks down at his legs and back to you with puppy dog eyes, “Can’t you just do one?”

You shake your head, “Sorry, Taehyung. Both legs would have to go, it’s non-negotiable.”

He nods in understanding, “I’ll keep that in mind. You’re scarier than you let on. I thought Yoonji was terrifying.”

“She’s talked to you already?” You ask, surprised that she’d start her scare tactics so early.

However, your surprise seems to take Taehyung by surprise, “Not yet?”

“Sleep with one eye open, kid.” Hobi laughs, knowing just how scary his wife can be. Taehyung gives a nervous laugh, but you can tell both you and Hoseok have struck fear into him of your eldest sibling.

He’ll probably be fine though.

Probably.

Hoseok stands up, “Hey, watch my stuff real quick? I wanna hit the bathroom before we get back to shopping.”

“Yeah, sure.” You nod. You gesture for him to scoot his stuff over and Taehyung scoots over to help as well.

Hobi picks up the furthest bag and goes to pass it to you until it’s almost in your hand and he pulls it back, “No peeking.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.” You reassure him, voice dripping in sarcasm.

“Mhm…sure.” He hands the bag over and scoots a few more bags over with his foot before jogging off to the hallway underneath the bathroom sign. You think he’s actually gone until his head pokes around the corner and he mouths ‘I’m watching you’ and disappears again. You can only shake your head at your ridiculous brother-in-law.

“Can I ask you something?” Taehyung asks.

“Of course, what’s on your mind?”

You think it might be something a bit more personal to Yoongi or even your parents, but you don’t expect him to ask about you, “Why did you choose cosmetic administration instead of following your dreams to be a baker?”

“Well, I went to school for business management. I did that for 4 years, and by the time I was ready to start culinary school I just-…I didn’t think I had the time anymore. And trying to start a business like that on my own in the city-?” You’d heard horror stories of people getting in over their heads and flopping after putting in everything to start on their own. You’d just spent years on your own, independent from your parents, and you couldn’t imagine losing everything and then having to go back to relying on them again. That risk just wasn’t worth the stress.

Even if you did take the risk, you’d been working at your company for two years. You’d worked your way up the ranks to a great position with great pay. How could you give that all up on a what if?

“It just wasn’t feasible.” You settle, deciding on a safe answer. It didn’t matter what you did then, because you can only focus on what you do from now on. A bakery is not that future, “The bakery was a child’s dream, and Cosmetic Administration is my big girl job.”

“But it’s not your big girl dream?” He asks, coming to a realization that you hadn’t made yet.

“No, I guess it’s not.” You let that sink in. Cosmetics was never the end game. Even administration wasn’t on the agenda, but it’s where you are now. You’re good at it! But it’s not necessarily what you want.

“Do you ever want to quit and start a bakery of your own?” He asks.

“Sometimes I think about it and what could have been if I just-…took that jump, but-“ You’d thought about it. You’d thought about it a hundred times and a hundred times over. You’d thought about how everything would be decorated, what you would sell, the way that you’d greet customers. But to you, that’s just a dream. It’s not achievable for you anymore, “-That could never be a reality.”

“Maybe.” Taehyung shrugs, “I don’t know…I don’t think it’s ever too late to do something.”

You let his words resonate with you, wondering if there’s really any truth to what he’s saying. But you don’t get enough time to sit it over, before Hoseok is running back and ready to go, “Alright! I am ready to get some more shopping done!”

—-

It’s just a little after 2 when you all get back. As soon as Hoseok parks his car in the driveway, Jeongguk comes barreling out of the house with his coat and shoes on.

“We didn’t get anything for you!” You joke as you get out of the car, but he doesn’t care. He careens right into you as he tries to come to a stop in your snow covered driveway. You have to grab his shoulders to keep him from running headfirst into the side of the car, “Woah! MMA fight isn’t until tomorrow.”

“No! We gotta go!” He urges, grabbing your hand and attempting to pull you away.

“Go where?” You ask, holding onto the car before he can just drag you away.

“To BE!” He yells, as if that itself is any explanation for his rush.

“Why?” You ask again, yet to receive a reasonable answer.

He drops your hand and turns with an annoyed look on his face, “Jin needs help!”

You’re confused, “Help?” Jin doesn’t seem like the type to need help.

“Come on! We gotta go!” Once again, he grabs your hand, but this time he’s much more successful in pulling you away.

“Jeongguk!” You take a look over your shoulder to Hoseok and Taehyung, but they’re both already unloading the car and waving you off.

You try to ask Jeongguk more questions on your walk to the store, but he keeps his answers short. Even as you get closer to the storefront, he’s reluctant to actually answer you. It isn’t until you get into the store and see the chaos that you come to understand his sense of urgency. You can see Jin at the front counter checking out customers and getting their goods in order, and you thought you caught a glimpse of Jimin in the other room a minute ago.

“Will you tell me what’s going on, now?” You ask, eyeing the people in the store around you as they bustle around you.

“Namjoon is out sick and they have a lot of orders today. They have their pre-ordered stuff ready to go, but they can’t keep up with stocking and baking!” He finally explains.

“Why didn’t you offer to help?” You ask him, knowing that both of his hand are very capable of stocking.

“I did!” He argues, “I wanted to help stock and bake, but Jin said I couldn’t help bake cause I’m not old enough, but you are!”

“You couldn’t have told me first?!” You ask, slightly annoyed that he couldn’t have mentioned what he was offering you up for.

“I thought you’d say no, and Jin really needs help!” He was right about that. Looking around the crazy store, Jin and Jimin really could use a hand to keep things going.

“Fine.” Jeongguk cheers and you grab his hand to drag him to the front of the line where Jin is still overrun with customers, “Jin!”

For the first time since you entered the store, he looks at you and smiles, “Hey! Just give me like 5 minutes-!” He looks up at the line that’s wrapped into the next room and awkwardly chuckles, “Make that 10. That’ll be $17.22, ma’am.”

“Seokjin!” You grab his attention again, his eyes shifting between you and the customer in front of him, “I didn’t come down here for cookies, I came down here to help.”

“What?” He seems almost in disbelief that you’d actually come around to help.

“Your number 1 fan here let me know you needed help.” You explain, ruffling the top of your brother’s head, “He can help Jimin stock your shelves, and I can get those cookies for you.”

“You both really don’t have to-“ He stops mid sentence when he sees more people enter the store and rethinks his decision, “-but I would appreciate it more than anything right now!”

“Go find Jimin.” You push Jeongguk in the direction of where you last saw the employee and move around the counter to help as best you can.

As soon as you get back there, there’s a wrapping station right behind where Jin is standing, “You can set your coat in the corner to your left.” He mentions, pointing in the direction of a small alcove without looking up from the register in front of him. You do as he suggested, just placing your coat where you assume Namjoon’s would normally go and your purse over it. ��There should be 2 or 3 aprons back there hanging up. You may want to grab one for Jeongguk too.”

You look around the small alcove before you spot them under another coat. You grab one for yourself and throw it over your head, setting another over your arm to take to Jeongguk. Though, as soon as you step out of the alcove, you see your brother squeezing his way through the checkout line with his coat in his arms.

“Here-“ You throw the apron over his head and take his coat, “Tie it around your waist, and I’ll put your coat up.”

As soon as you get his coat up, you head for the back room you know as the kitchen. It’s spacious enough with 2 industrial fridges and 4 ovens, reference pictures of their decorations hanging just above the counter next to them. You can see that a few will be done soon, so you take the time to wash your hands and figure out where everything is. The fridge closest to the door is definitely holding their pre-ordered goods, several of the boxes have names, numbers, and itemized receipts attached to them. Their other fridge seems to have pre-made trays ready to swap with the ones in the oven as soon as they’re done.

By the looks of it, they’re running out of their pre-made trays.

You start by asking Jin what you can do for the few minutes you have waiting for trays to be done, wanting to find a way to ease the front line.

“Could you help package orders?” He asks, “I have baked goods and presents that just need to be wrapped up.”

“Sure thing. Which one’s first?”

“I need a dozen chocolate chip cookies and a bag of chocolate covered pretzels.” He orders. He takes a toy from an older gentleman and turns to wrap it himself, “The packaging is right under the display area and labeled, and everything is labeled on the back.”

“You got it.”

You work in tandem. You packaging goods as needed, grabbing pre-orders, restocking the display with what’s ready, or even wrapping presents while Jin types it all in, bags what he can, and collects payments. If there’s work you can split or he knows he can do something quicker than you can, then he tries to voice it to you. At least until you hear the timer go off and you need to switch out the trays. They need time to cool, but the amount of customers Jin has is entirely too unreal.

When it comes to decorating, you try your best to follow what Jin has without messing it up. You’re sure plenty of people might have a few messed up wreaths here or there, but you’re sure Jin won’t care as long as they get done.

“Do we have anymore sugar cookies?” Jin asks when you come out with a tray you managed to finish.

You shake your head and gesture to the one in your hands, “This is it.”

“Shoot!” You can practically see the gears turning in his head as he tries to decide what to do. He’s stressed, and you can tell he’s trying to stay as positive as he can and just roll with the punches. He closes his eyes and shakes his head, “Okay, let’s just hope no one else wants any after these go. Thank you.”

You nod in agreement, but you don’t want to disappoint anyone or let Jin feel like he’s disappointing anyone. If there’s one thing you’ve learned about him, it’s that he doesn’t aim to disappoint.

So you won’t let him.

You find his scale and his bowls, whipping up your own sugar cookie recipe to save time. You won’t have time to chill them, but you’ll at least be able to get another tray out within an hour and a half. You can only hope the other goods we’ll keep him afloat for that long.

You get back out to the front to help, just as Jeongguk comes up to the case to see if he can help.

Jin looks around and sighs, “I don’t think there’s much that you can do up he-“

“Can you take bakery orders from the line?” You interrupt, wiping your hands off on your apron.

He nods, “Yeah, I can do that!”

“Good.” You look around for a notepad and find one that’s labeled for a To-Do list. You take it and the pencil attached to it and hand it over the display, “Start 5 people from the front. Write their names at the top and tell them to tell us if they got any baked goods before we check out their other things. Bring me the lists when your done.”

“Got it!” He goes off to do as you told him and you get back to work, leaving Jin stunned.

“That was a really good idea.” He mentions, getting back into his groove or entering totals and bagging.

“Well, you seem a little stressed right now. I guess you’re just not on your game today~” You tease, taking a breakable item to wrap before he bags it.

Your plan with Jeongguk works right up to the moment that the stove timer goes off, but the line has decreased in volume by quite a bit. It gives Jin a chance to breathe before Jimin comes looking for Jeongguk to help him out re-stocking shelves again. The new store volume gives you a chance to cool and make a few more batches of what you’re running out of up front.

It’s a bit of a surprise when you walk out with a new batch of sugar cookies, and you don’t miss the look Jn gives you when you go to replace the old ones, “I thought we ran out of sugar cookies?”

“Oh, we’ve run out of a few things, but I’m making it work.” You assure him.

He shrugs, “You’ve been a big help up to now, so I guess there’s no reason not to trust you.” He has bigger problems to worry about than whether or not your cookies are actually good. If Jeongguk can vouch for you, then he’ll take it for what it is.

He can at least trust that they’re not poisoned.

It’s another hour of slow, diminishing chaos before the last few customers start to trickle out. Before you know it, Jin is at the door waving out the last customer of the day.

As soon as he closes the door, he turns the sign to ‘closed’ and leans his back against it. He looks down at his hands and groans, “I think I have paper cuts all over my hands.”

“Well, that makes two of us.” You add, showing off your own hands.

“Did you burn yourself?” He asks, noticing a particularly red area.

“Only once. It was when we ran out of brownies and that one customer ordered like 3 dozen.” He gives you a disapproving look and you throw up your hands in defense, “I ran it under cold water. It’s fine.”

“Yes but you shouldn’t have burnt your hand in the first place. Sit down.” You do as he says while he walks back to his register and grabs a first aid kit from beneath it, pulling out some gauze and ointment and bringing it back to you. He sits down and takes your hand in his, “You really saved us back there.”

You shrug, “It’s not a problem, Jin. It’s good to help out neighbors and friends.” You try to ignore how tenderly he holds your hand and how delicately he treats your wound.

“So we’re friends?” He asks, surprised.

“Do you not want to be friends?” You tease.

“No! I mean-” He stops before he almost drops the gauze he’s wrapping your hand in. He takes a second to compose himself and continues to dress your burn, “Yes, I want to be friends. I’m just surprised that you consider me a friend.”

You laugh, “Well, considering I spent about 6 hours of my free time just to help you, I think I‘d consider you a friend. I don’t do that for everyone.”

“Well, I appreciate it.” He tears the gauze at your wrist and sets it in place with some tape. He lets his hand linger, holding your injured one in his and gently squeezing it, “Really. Thank you for your help today.”

You look from your hand to him, feeling heat rise in your cheeks. You try not to make it obvious, but you don’t make any move to pull your hand away. You’re content to let him hold it just a bit longer.

You hear talking and footsteps behind you and quickly pull your hand away from his, missing the disappointed smile on Jin’s face. Right as you turn around, Jimin is walking in with a package and his arm over Jeongguk’s shoulder, “Have you tried her cookies yet?”

“Not yet, but don’t mind if I do.” Jin stands up from the table, taking the gauze and ointment with him to put it away and grab one of your treats.

Jeongguk takes notice of your wrapped hand, “What happened to you?”

You shrug it off, “Just a small burn.”

“Oh my god!” You all turn at the sound of Jin’s voice, wondering what could be wrong. You’re shocked to find him with a cookie in hand and mouth full of a chocolate chip cookie you’d whipped up. He makes eyes contact with you and his eyes narrow in confusion, “Why are you not selling these?!”

“I don’t own a bakery.” You remind him.

“You know, I know you’re here to be with family, but you could help us until Namjoon gets back.” Jimin suggests.

“Jimin!”

“What?! Her cookies are bomb and Namjoon is out until we close the shop on Christmas Eve!” Jimin reminds his boss.

“He’s right. Her cookies are bomb,” Jeongguk agrees.

Jin shakes his head, “I can’t just ask her to work on her time off for family.”

You shrug, “I don’t mind. It’ll give me something to do until Christmas Eve.”

“That’s not the point,” He argues, “I can’t just let you work here out of your own goodwill. I’ll pay you too.”

Now you shake your head, “Just make Jeongguk a tab and use what you would pay me for him.” You turn to your brother and stick out your tongue, “Consider this your birthday present.”

“Sweet!” He cheers, fist bumping the air.

“Well, if you’re sure, then I guess I will see you tomorrow morning.” Jin relents, figuring that he won’t be able to convince you otherwise.

“Bright and early?” You ask, standing from your chair.

He puts his hands up, “That’s up to you, but I’ll be here at 5.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You remove your apron from your neck and reach forJeongguk’s, “We should be getting home for dinner, but I’ll see the both of you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, we’ll see you tomorrow.” Jin stands and takes the aprons out of your hand, Jimin moving behind you to grab what you assume is your coats and purse.

“I hope you don’t mind me sending Jeongguk home with a gift for his work today,” Jimin says, offering your coat and your purse to you.

“I don’t mind,” You shrug, “He did a good thing today, even if he didn’t let me in on it until we got here.” You can see Jeongguk shyly pulling his coat on next to you, his ears turning red in embarrassment.

“Well, we definitely appreciate it.” Jin assures you. He turns to Jeongguk and waves a finger at him, “You make sure you and your sister get home safe.”

Jeongguk gives him a mock salute, “Yes sir!”

“Well, we’ll get out of your hair then,” You announce. You gesture for Jeongguk to follow you to the door and open it, letting him pass you with the gift he got from Jimin and turning once more to say a final goodbye, “The both of you better get some sleep.”

“Oh, we will!” Jimin assures you.

“You too.” Jin joins you at the door and pulls up Jeongguk’s coat hood and then your own, moving a stray hair out of your face before you can. He looks like he wants to say something, but it seems like he settles for a goodbye instead, “We’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah! Goodnight…” You step outside and pull the door closed behind you, waving one more time and turning to make your way home.

Thoughts of Jin flood your mind. How caring and hardworking he is. You think about how gentle he was when he’d found out you’d hurt yourself and try your best not to kick yourself over it. All he did was what any good person should, but the way he did it gave you butterflies. Even thinking about it now, you feel light and airy.

Maybe for once Yoonji was right? Maybe you would meet a guy before the end of the year.

Maybe you’ve already met him.

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honeyboyfm · 1 year

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your love is sunlight

namgi au | rated E | complete | 29.1k

min yoonji x kim namjoo

harold they're Lesbians

trans and non-binary main characters

self-discovery, strangers to lovers, fluff and smut

see author notes for warnings!

summary:

Meeting Namjoo was to be expected, given how much she’d become intertwined with Yoonji’s friends. What Yoonji hadn’t expected was the attraction, the warmth that made a home inside her as she got to know Namjoo better despite her anxieties about relationships. Namjoo was immediately drawn to Yoonji in an equally scary and exciting way. As the two grow closer, Namjoo finds herself navigating not only a new relationship but also her identity and all that entails.

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ttamin-arts · 1 year

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Jung Hoseok (J Hope) and Mang - BT21 & BTS

A cute fanart of Hobi and the manga without the mask.

I was so moved by the revelation of his face that I was in tears so I decided to make them both together

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pviscelle · 11 months

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Crystal Skies | MasterPost

Pairing: NamJin ft. Jimin x Reader

Genre/Tags: Fluff, Humor, FriendsxFamily

Word Count: 4.5k+

Status: Ongoing

Rating: Teen and Up Audience

Synopsis: As he saw the helpless man weeping for the love of his family, Namjoon asked himself, "So who was to blame now?" He had also lost the person he called home after all. His mother and sister did too.

But when his mind drifted off to the innocent life on the other hand, he feared with a heavy heart that the answer was nobody.

❛ • • • After two years of his father's incredulous death, Kim Namjoon and his sister (You) move to Seoul to get enrolled in the best university. There, he meets 6 different people who have nothing in common but would show him the true definition of love, friendship, and an unbreakable bond they can share as a family.

But what happens when the secrets and confusions of the past abruptly jeopardize themselves and unveil something he should've known ages ago?

Will those stratocumulus clouds remain in his life forever or will they disappear and make his world have a crystal sky? • • • ❜

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honey-boyyoongi · 11 months

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Pairing ➪ Yoonji x Y/n | Jimin x Y/n | Yoonji x Jimin x Seokjin

Word count ➪ 4.4k Words

Warnings ➪ authors horrible attempt at humor; mentions of blood and feeding; mentions of edible; not beta read;

A/n: Hey besties. I was meant to post this last month, but due to some things regarding my dad I couldn't really focus on much. Regardless though I am happy to get this out as an early present for Festa and for my own birthday. I'll continue 'Oh,baby' and should be posting a new part by the end of the month, at least I'm hoping to. As always feedback is appreciated, and if you would like to be added to the taglist please let me know.

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It hurt. Everything hurts. Namjoon could feel every last one of his nerve endings screaming in agony. His head was burning, and it was getting harder to think rationally. What was happening?

It felt like he was being moved in slow motion. He could feel the early fall breeze on his face, but also stiffness on his left side. Something was clawing at him, and he wanted it to stop.

Namjoon could hear muffled sounds, and felt a sudden warmth enveloping his chest. His heartbeat was slowing down; he was scared.

There began to be gaps in Namjoon’s awareness. When he would come to, sounds were still muffled, but he could feel and smell. The young man could no longer feel his favorite indigo blue set. A sweeping warmth on his skin was quickly followed by the bite of the cold room. He could smell damp earth, incense, and Jimin’s mellow fabric softener.. Jimin.. Yes, it smelled like Jimin. It smelled like his sweet friend. Namjoon started to feel like he was floating, the pain had stopped. He no longer felt scared. Jimin was here.

“What the fuck are we going to do,” Yoonji hissed. Jimin’s spell hadn’t worked to it’s perceived potential, they had a vampire fledgling in the younger’s work room, and they found out their newest roommate is potentially one of them. Shit was hitting the fan, and it was hitting hard.

The female vampire was having conflicting feelings about their current situation. While Yoonji was grateful for the small moment they got, she was petrified of the inevitable conversation they would be having; being sires, and that none of them were human. The elder vampire had contingency plans, having a few emails drafted if her current life would implode. Her parents taught her to be diligent, always being sure she had backups to her backups. If Yoonji, and her friends, had to hide in her Black Forest estate until this blew over, then so be it. But a small, hopeful, part of Yoonji wanted Y/n to accept them. She hoped their newest roommate wouldn’t be afraid of them.

They liked their lives here; she loves her life here. Yoonji is teaching pupils that are as passionate as she is. Seokjin is doing more of what he wants, while doing the bare minimum with the council. Jimin was still relatively new, but he had quickly gained loyal regulars that kept him busy. Things had finally set into place, and it’s dissolving in front of them. Yoonji watched as Jimin paced around their small island, and Jin was slouched forward, laying his upper body on the cold tile of the island.

If Yoonji focused enough she could hear the hissing of the hot water, and the clattering of Y/n’s products. The elder vampire could hear the shower stopping, and the clicking of nails to screen.

Jin slightly perked up, “I think..we should be truthful.”

Jimin halted, “Truthful, of what? Of us, what we are, are you insane?”

Seokjin slightly nodded, “She’s going to find out, one way or another. Your friend will wake-up within the next 36 hours confused, scared, and starving. As a new fledgling, everything will be amplified. Y/n has the right to know, to choose whether she wants to stay and witness that, or leave. The first few days of any newborn fledgling are brutal because of the thirst, and immense feeling of overstimulation. It’ll be frightening, even for you.”

The witch scoffed, “I’ve been around fledglings, they’re not scary.”

Seokjin narrowed his eyes at Jimin, highly unamused, “A newborn is different, they’re transitioning and everything is overwhelming to them. He won’t be the same person you remember him to be for a while. He’ll be constantly feeding, and losing control of himself. The slightest thing could set him off. If you’re not frightened by his unpredictability, then you’re a fool.”

Yoonji knew Jimin was aware of the changes that would be happening with Namjoon, she’d gone into detail of every fledgling transition she’s witnessed. Only one thing remained constant within those memories, fledglings were unpredictable. The female vampire saw as the tips of Jimin’s ears turned pink from Jinnie’s scolding, clearly embarrassed at being corrected.

Their witchy roommate sighed, “Are we telling her everything? What we each are, and what’s going on with Joonie?”

“I think we should,” Yoonji said. Jimin nodded, busying himself with cleaning up the bag of O negative from their sink. He sighed deeply, “What if she freaks out..what if… What if she tells someone? Hunters are still a thing. What if they find you, or Seokjin? I wouldn’t be able to live if anything would happen to either of you.”

Seokjin rose from his seat, “Min..” He enveloped the witch from behind, gently tightening his hold to comfort him. Jimin sniffled, hesitantly turning around and reciprocating Jin’s hug. The older vampire wrapped an arm across the witch’s back, and another was cradling his friend’s head into his chest. Jin delicately played with Min’s hair, “Jimin, I know you’re scared, we’re scared too.”

Jin redirected them towards the couch, clearly wanting to be comfortable during this stressful moment. Yoonji and Seokjin took the ends of the couch, not really giving Jimin any choice in arrangement. They settled in before the older vampire could continue. “A lot of things are happening too quickly, we can’t let ourselves be frightened,” Seokjin said.

He gestures towards Yoonji, asking her to say something. “I can’t say nothing won’t happen, because it will, but we will work through it. Hunters..are an unfortunate consequence of our existence. We haven’t done anything wrong.”

“But what about Joonie,” Min asked, “what if anyone saw Jin jumping on him?”

“What happened with Namjoon was an accident, Jinnie didn’t attack him maliciously. He was trying to help, and an accident happened. If, for some reason, a hunter saw him we’d deal with it,” Yoonji responded.

Jin nodded along, “We’ll be okay, we’ll work through it Min.”

The trio is huddled together, whispering, when Y/n walks into the living room. Seokjin signals Yoonji to turn towards the kitchen. She panics, stuttering a quirky greeting, “Hey, Y/n, um.. How’d you, uh, sleep?”

Y/n shrugged, “Eh, I guess, I don’t remember falling asleep.”

Jimin nudged Yoonji to keep talking. She shook her head, too unsure how to carry this conversation. They watch the human make a cup of iced coffee, looking around for any piece of the witch’s pastries. Yoonji notices Y/n is in lounging clothes, and not in her regular jeans. She’s barefaced, and is allowing her hair to air-dry into their natural waves. Her cheeks are still pink from her morning shower, and she’s wearing her glasses today.

The trio watches as their human roommate goes back and forth with each of her breakfast items to join them in the living room. She sits on the sofa chair on Jin’s side of the living room.

Y/n sighs as she adjusts into place, takes a big sip of her coffee, and looks towards the trio, “Guys, I had the weirdest dream last night.”

“Weird dream? Like what,” Jimin asked.

Y/n’s face scrunched up, “I dreamt that Jin got hurt. He was covered in blood, and he wouldn’t respond to me. There was a man at the doorway. I didn’t know him, but he was next to Jin and I was getting scared. I ended up passing out in-dream. Next thing I know, my alarms are going off, and I’m freaking out because I think I’m late for work, but I’m not late because my manager thinks that I’m sick and I don’t know what’s going on.”

Yoonji looked at Y/n in mild terror, she clearly remembered. The vampire gave her friends a look before she spoke, “Y/n.. we need to talk.”

The human looked at the trio worried slightly tilting her head. “Oh, fuck. Did I do something last night,” she rambled. “I mean, I ate an edible that’s probably why I passed out, but if I acted out of line I need you guys to tell me.”

Yoonji sat stunned, struggling to contain her laughter. The vampire dug her nails into her thighs to keep herself from bursting, “You acted no weirder than you usually do on edibles.” Jimin bursted in a small fit of giggles. Seokjin looked between them, confused as to what an edible was. He gestured his confusion to Jimin, who gestured back that he’d explain later.

The vampire covered her escaped chuckles with swift coughs. “No.. um.. That dream that you mentioned happened.” She watched as the human stiffened in her seat. “Last night Jinnie came home a bit.. Flustered. There was an accident, and he came home to get help..but there’s more to it.” Yoonji was starting to get uncomfortable, and she could see that Jin was staring at their carpet. “Please, listen to what we have to say.”

Yoonji took a moment to collect her thoughts, when Seokjin took over, “Last night, I was walking around to waste some time, then I smelled something. I walked deeper into the park trail, desperate to find it. It smelled so good, I just had to see what it was. I thought it was a fox, or a small deer, they’re especially delicious this time of year, but instead I saw a human. He was bleeding from his knee, he said he was fine. Next thing I know my shirt is wet with blood, and the man is passed out. I’m freaking out because I’ve never done anything like this. I bring us back to the house. Yoonji, and Jimin try to help, but I can’t hear them because everything sounds muffled, and my skin feels clammy. I smelled when you came near me, and all I could think about was blood and how yours smelled good enough to be my next meal. I was scared, and Jimin was able to sedate me.”

The elder vampire released a large sigh, as if a weight had been lifted from him. “When I bit the man, I accidentally released some venom in him. He’s currently transitioning into a vampire.”

Y/n looks at the trio, analyzing them. She takes a small bite from her breakfast sandwich, confusion riddling her face. The human gestured at them, “Are the three of you vampires?”

Jimin shook his head, “No, I’m a witch. I just moved here a couple years ago, and moved in a year and a half ago. Yoonji, and Jinnie are vampires. They’re currently part of a small group of vampires that pre-date the Joseon dynasty.”

Yoonji grumbled, hating being reminded of her age. She watched as the human continued eating her breakfast with a vacant look. To Y/n’s left Jin was trying his hardest to control his shaking leg, and was slightly chewing at the sides of his thumb. Next to him, Jimin was turning pink from the pressure of the situation.

They watched as Y/n finished her breakfast, leisurely drinkin the last of her morning coffee. She turned to them, face slightly scrunched. “So let me get this straight, Yoonji and Seokjin are vampires. Jimin is a witch. Seokjin accidently got himself a vampire kid, and I almost got eaten until Jimin knocked out Seokjin.” The trio nodded, Y/n continued speaking, “Did I get knocked out too? Where’s the new vampire? I assume since you guys are, you know, you..that there’s more of you guys? I don’t know what to call you. It feels weird to call you supernatural, because what you are is normal to you guys, and oh my god, why am I making a big deal out of this?”

Jimin was intrigued, “Like Jin said, you got a little too close to him while he was a bit overwhelmed. You didn’t know, it’s no one’s fault. We didn’t know how to explain what happened, even when we didn’t fully know ourselves.” The witch watched the human nod along to what he was saying. “The new vampling is in my workroom, he’s transitioning in a safe environment, and will be properly supported by Jinnie and Yoonji. As for the umbrella label, that's fine. In our world we just call each other by our species names, humans wouldn’t know every one of us so it’s fine.”

Seokjin stared at the human with curiosity, he couldn’t decipher any emotions from her. He was perplexed and needed to know why she was so calm. “Are you not afraid,” he blurted out, “I confessed to wanting your blood as a meal, and you’re indifferent.”

Y/n was startled by Jin’s harsh statement. “As ridiculous as it sounds, yes and no. Yes, because of course with anything unknown, fear always accompanies it. No, well if you’d had wanted to hurt me, or worse eat me, you would’ve done so the first week of me living here. Maybe not even the week. Of course the possibility that you could’ve bit me frightens me, but you didn’t and I’m here now without any harm. At this point I just wanna ask questions about your species. As well as figure out who contacted my manager.”

Jimin looked at Y/n mildly guilty, “I called her after we had settled you into your room, and made sure both Jinnie and Joonie were sedated.”

“Who’s Joonie,” she asked.

Jimin shifted in his seat, “Namjoon is the man that is currently in the workroom. Jinnie didn’t know who he was, it was a case of being at the wrong place at the wrong time.”

The human turned towards the elder vampire, “Why’d you attack him?” Yoonji could see Y/n was angry and confused. They had just spent time establishing they would never harm her, just to say an innocent human was attacked by one of theirs.

Seokjin looked at their human roommate in shame, “I didn’t mean to.” He took a moment to take a few deep breaths, collecting himself back up. He looked at Yoonji, trying to gain courage from his longest friend. “Yoonie, is it okay if I talk about what happened a few weeks ago,” he asked. Yoonji nodded her consent, urging Jin to continue. “A few weeks ago Yoonji was sick, she was starving. I drank from a few donors to help her. Came home, helped her, then two days after I left for Mongolia to help with a territory dispute. During my two week stay there was a limited amount of blood we could consume, therefore only took what would keep us functional. When we came back I was denied entry to our donor wing. I called up my blood supplier, and while I waited for him to arrive, I found Namjoon. I didn’t attack him for fun, I attacked him because I was starving. For almost three weeks I was kept at the verge of hunger. I haven’t attacked a human since I was a small vampling.”

Y/n waved her hand at Jimin’s direction, “You called him Joonie.. Jimin, do you know him?”

The witch nodded, “I’ve been friends with Joon for about a year, he doesn’t know about what we are and our world. When Jin brought him home, I was so scared. I knew what happened just by looking at them. I’m upset that an innocent person is caught up in this, but I’m not upset at Jinnie. He was starving, and I know he wouldn’t have attacked anyone on purpose.”

The human sat in her chair stumped, “Damn, and now your friend is a vampire? Seokjin mentioned venom, does that make you guys like the Twilight vampires? Do y’all sparkle in the sun, because I’ve never seen you guys in direct sunlight.”

Yoonji can feel an overwhelming feeling of ick consuming her. “No, no, no, no, please,” she pleaded. “Anything, but that. First off, in Twilight they aren’t vampires, they’re blood sucking Fae that give real vampires a bad name. Vampires don’t need to exchange blood to transform a human into a fledgling. Much like werewolves, vampires have a venom they can inject into humans to turn them into vampires.”

“Okay, cool, cool,” Y/n replied, “You still didn’t answer if you sparkled.”

Yoonji grew a little infuriated with the little query, “No, we don’t sparkle, only the Fae sparkle. We’re not Fae, we’re vampires! Real vampires, dammit!”

Y/n clicked her teeth in disappointment, “Man, I was really hoping someone would say ‘this is the skin of a killer Bella’ for me.” The female vampire could feel her eye twitch in annoyance. ‘Twilight this, Twilight that. We’re way better than some snobby Fae,’ she thought.

“What do you know about vampires,” Seokjin asked their human roommate.

“I mean the pretty common tropes: aversion to holy objects, sunlight, garlic, mirrors, werewolves, silver, anything sharp that could strike the heart, decapitation, fire. ‘Think that’s it,” she answered.

Seokjin chuckled, “I don’t know when that rumor of religious items started.”

“Probably when that Irish author wrote the Dracula book,” Yoonji piped up.

“We tend to have light sensitivity in our early years,” the elder vampire explained, “Everything about us is more sensitive to help us catch prey.” Yoonji nods in agreement, continuing for her friend, “The garlic myth is just that a myth. Back when people were discovering spices they tended to go heavier, and let me tell you people weren’t as hygienic as they are now. Mix that with a sensitive nose and we made sure to keep ourselves away.”

“We also didn’t have an aversion to mirrors, some were just so horribly made lots of us didn’t bother,” Seokjin added. “You can still see our reflections on surfaces, and we film well. To keep ourselves safe is why we avoid any form of documentation via film and why the mirror and reflection myth started.”

“Werewolf bites are, unfortunately, deadly to us. Decapitation is kind of obvious, no one could survive that. As well as a stake to the heart,” Yoonji continued. “No silver aversion, again started by some old fart that considered himself a monster hunter.” She sighed trying to remember all of the things Y/n had asked about. She snapped her fingers, urging herself to remember. “Oh, fire obviously hurts, but it is not deadly to us.”

Y/n nodded along, “Alright cool, cool. Uh, so, what exactly is going to be done about the man/newly turned vampire.” Yoonji could tell their human roommate was trying to handle the onslaught of information with humor. “I don’t know about you guys, but this is my first time with a fresh out of the oven vampire. I don’t know what to expect. Should I even be here?”

The human gestured towards Jimin and herself, “Should we even be here? I mean, I know Min is a witch, but still, he's still edible, right?”

Seokjin could no longer hold in his laughter, and neither could Yoonji. The vampires found amusement in the human’s worries. Jin could feel small tears forming at the corners of his eyes, and the worry he was carrying himself has started to melt away. “If you wanted to get technical, yes Jimin counts as being edible,” Yoonji says. Jimin scoffed, clearly unamused.

Y/n mumbled in acknowledgement, she readjusted herself to be laying across the couch. She had a calculating look on her face, Yoonji could clearly see the human was trying hard to understand them. The vampire knew it was a lot, hell the small incident that was currently happening wasn’t even the worst in her and Seokjin’s long friendship. There was always a clusterfuck of things happening around them to the point they have agreed that come with the territory of being who they are within their society.

Jimin excuses himself to check on Namjoon in the other room, Seokjin offering to go with him, just in case he says. The two women are left alone in the large living room. Yoonji doesn’t know if she should keep talking about what they are, or stay quiet as Y/n is clearly overwhelmed.

Yoonji lets the human be, cleaning up the remaining dishes on the coffee table into the dishwasher. She fixes herself another blood infused coffee, happy she no longer has to hide her coffee cup. She goes back to the living room, settling back into the corner she was formerly in.

Y/n doesn’t make a movement, or a noise for 25 minutes. She’s overwhelmed by the information given to her. Her roommates aren’t human, that much was established. There’s a man in the house currently turning into a vampire, and she almost got turned into a meal. What was racking her brain the most was, how did she never notice.

Y/n always thought Seokjin was eccentric, lots of people these days love dressing up in vintage clothing. He’d be working at odd times of the day, but she chalked it up to it being the runner of the family business. He loved taking pictures of himself, and he always ate dinner with them. He always complained about the sun being too harsh, even on overcast days. He was always the first one up in the mornings, more times than not being the house’s wake-up call. She could never tell when he slept, and he never showed signs of being exhausted. He wasn’t that up to date with current pop culture, sometimes having to explain what a certain joke or meme meant. He didn’t use social media, only using an email that Yoonji had made him create. He still used a flip phone, because newer phones were too complicated, he had said. That was until his infamous pink flip phone officially bit the dust. Seokjin was a big eater, there had been days where he had ordered enough takeout for three. He traveled all the time, and never spoke of anything preventing him from going.

Yoonji was the complete opposite. She was a bit of a night owl, and a reluctant early riser. Y/n would catch her drinking iced coffee from a large tumbler every day. The female vampire was sluggish, like she didn’t get enough sleep. She’s always avoided the sun, preferring to stay her pale shade, because she claimed to tan unevenly. She would spend hours working on rearranging pieces to her pupils playing level, as well as creating her own. Yoonji would eat meals with them, but she was more of a watcher than an eater. She’d always say she’d get full watching them eat their meals so well. She’s always up to date on memes due to her pupils, some days even repeating some of the new slang to them. Y/n had found out Yoonji likes to upgrade her electronics every couple years, funnily enough the female vampire had taken Jin to finally join them in the modern world with a brand new phone. Yoonji was always vocal about her distaste for Seokjin’s eccentric way of dressing. “Jinnie you’ve been using those pants since the first industrial revolution, please let them go,” She’d heard her say, now thinking back it could’ve been literal.

Jimin reminded Y/n of her grandmother. She was a bit of an herbalist, and practiced small rituals that her mother used to do in her home. The little things would start to tip her off. Jimin was big on making his own tea blends, and enjoyed gifting a small amount to his returning customers. She’s seen Jimin read tea leaves, and tarot for his customers. He had done a big ritual with the change from summer to autumn. Hell, she remembered that Jimin had knocked her unconscious without so much as touching her. Everything had a purpose, even when one would think otherwise. She’s caught him talking to their plants more times than she can count. Jimin liked to keep the house safe, and she’d see him draw protective sigils around the property. The witch loved to bake, and insisted his pastries could cure anything. Y/n could feel the love, and care Jimin would fill his creations with. He always left the house with a small kit for foraging in his satchel, along with a notebook, and various small drawstring bags.

More than anything she felt slightly guilty. She’d been basing her knowledge on vampires from ‘Twilight’, and ‘The Vampire Diaries’. How was she supposed to know vampires apparently live in the outskirts of the city? With roommates? Maybe Taika Waititi was right, vampires are weird and a little reclusive.

Y/n had a ungodly amount of questions for them:

How long have you been vampires?

Have you ever been dormant?

How long have you owned your current home?

Are you paying off a mortgage?

How is your skin still so silky smooth?

Do you sleep in a coffin, if so do you air it out?

Yet every question she came up with somehow felt more, and more like her brain running on fumes. Y/n would try to sneak glances at Yoonji, but somehow they kept making eye contact, must be vampire instinct.

Upon having more of a look, Y/n realized the little things gave them away. Yoonji, and Seokjin always had claws, not human type nails. A few times a month she’d see Yoonji fixing her nails, and Jin’s. The permanent dark eye circles that gave away their lack of need for sleep. Yoonji had gone weeks without eating, but still looked relatively healthy when Y/n saw her again. They also carried themselves differently. Both vampires always seemed regal in the way they moved. Yoonji’s extensive knowledge in music should’ve been a dead give away, as well as Seokjin’s very extensive closet.

But as much as she racked her brain, the more she thought of how they resembled people their age. Yoonji was in love with Kuromi, and had a whole corner dedicated to her collectibles. Seokjin might not be social media savvy, but he was always in the know about the trending restaurants and cafes. The eldest vampire would game for hours, if he had no responsibilities, while Yoonji was a big fan of the local aquarium. Even with the complaints about sun sensitivity, Seokjin was always a nice tan color that made him even more handsome. Though Yoonji looked scary, she actually hated horror movies, or anything of the horror genre. She was terrified of large bugs, and always had to ask Y/n or Jimin to get rid of the creepy crawlies.

Nothing could’ve tipped her off.

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aquagustd · 2 years

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omgggg pleasee tell me who the author is i need more yoonji fics😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

if you type in ‘yoonji smut’ in the search bar a lot will come up 🥴 but these are the ones i can think of that i remember reading:

la petite mort by @snackhobi

good girl by @jamaisjoons with jimin + seokjin. literally gripped the sheets reading this.

& @btsiguess has a couple of yoonji fics which you can find on their masterlist 🤩

#literally read all the yoonji fics on this app #& ao3 bc sometimes it hits diff #squishies #fic rec #yoonji

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here2bbtstrash · 2 years

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im the anon who asked for lgbtq fic recs a couple weeks(? it could’ve been 1week tbh) AND i LOVEDDD “love the way you wear that” literally so hot, i read every fic you recommended and i am SOOO looking forward to a fxf yoonji fic I NEED IT

it looks like ppl on your blog have been rlly shitty these past couple days so enjoy your holiday and remember you have so many people who truly appreciate your work. you really are talented and hardworking, you deserve so much love <3

I LOVE YOU 🥺 thank you babe !!!!! 💜💜 I will write it for you …. hot butch yoonji and her gf go to ikea and then yoonji builds her the dresser she bought and fucks her on it (while complaining the entire time about the cheap quality 😩) … look forward to it 🫠

#anonymous #mbox 📮#not even gonna gatekeep this plot idea bc I want y’all to steal it and also write it #I need….infinite yoonji fic

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tinylint · 2 years

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Life with Yoongi

Pairing: Yoongi x Y/N female reader

Series summary: It's a Y/N x Yoongi love story, what else do you need to know?

Chapter summary: Going to JHope's set in Lollapalooza is a dream come true in more ways than one.

Warnings: some swearing, description of an *almost* sexual assault, I have no idea how long this series will go and haven't decided if it will dip into NSFW themes.

Word count - 2.3k

Author's note: Story will switch POV's regularly. The Y/N character is shamelessly based on me, what can I say? Writing fan fiction is my therapy.

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Chapter 1

Y/N POV

"Dude she asked you to step back."

This man was entirely too close to Shelly and entirely too drunk. And unfortunately Shelly was the shy type and was more or less paralyzed at this point.

"Stay out of this bitch, I'm trying to have a moment with this fine young thing here," he slurred out trying his drunken best to wink at Shelly. He halfheartedly pushed me away with one hand while the other began to move open-handed toward her chest.

In milliseconds I had inserted myself between them , swatted his hand away, and trust my knee right into his groin.

"Ugggghhh," a loud groan escaped the drunken douche as he keeled over.

"Who's with this guy," I ask to the people grouped around us, "becuase he's gonna need to go sit down somewhere, and he might need some ice too."

A couple of guys sheepishly emerged from the crowd, hooked their arms under his armpits and helped him stumble to his feet.

"Sorry," one of his friends mumbled to me as they passed. "We lost track of him, he can't be trusted when he's this wasted."

"Clearly," I rolled my eyes but then tried to remember this isn't his friend's fault and added "thanks for getting him out of there."

But unfortunately this wasn't the end of my encounter with the drunken idiot. He pushed his friends away and looked right at you, clearly with something on his mind. He pointed right at you (well he tried, he really was super wasted) and said as steadily as he could "Bitch."

I gave him some double finger guns and winked, "takes one to know one!"

There really was no need to prep myself for another physical altercation at this point, I could almost visibly see the strength sapping out of his inebriated body. Plus, I know how hard I'd kneed his nut sack and he's going to need some solid recovery time before attempting...several types of activities. Thankfully his friends got control of him before he slumped over from the effort and they basically dragged him out of the crowd.

I turned to Shelly to see her shocked eyes staring at me "Thank y...ho...how did you do that? I was so terrified!"

"Believe me, it's easier to act when you're outside of the situation. Also I'm blessed with an over abundance of confidence and a lack of fear that comes in real handy in times like these," you assure her. "Let's just focus on the concert and pretend none of that happened so we can enjoy ourselves," you steer Shelly's shoulders back toward the stage of Lollapalooza. "Jope should be out any moment, we can't let that douchebag ruin the concert for us!"

As if on cue, everyone around you started screaming as JHope took the stage. You threw yourself into the concert and didn't give the douche canoe another though, except to sneak glances at Shelly to make sure she was okay every couple of songs. Thankfully she seemed just fine.

Yoongi POV

"How does the crowd look" JHope asked me, an intense look on his face. A look I've come to understand is a way for him to mask his nervousness.

"I'll go check for you," I stood up quickly moving toward the stage entrance. Anything to get out of that room full of nerves. I came to support Hoseok, who was like a brother to me, and I'm glad I did. But being around his nerves just made me think about my upcoming solo album and how nervous I was and, gosh there I go again. I shook out my fingers that I had unknowingly clenched into stress fists.

Deep breaths, release the stress fists, I thought to myself.

By that point I'd finally reached the stage wing and tried to peek out without letting anyone see me. I didn't want my presence to at all take away from JHope's performance. Heaven knows there were plenty of ARMY there.

Once I saw the size of the crowd and the amount of ARMY bombs in the audience I broke into a smile. This was going to be a great show and I could tell the audience was going to love him. I was just about to turn back to tell him that when something caught my eye. Some movement near the front of the stage.

My fists clenched again, but not from stress this time, from anger. I could tell even from here how drunk the guy was and how uncomfortable the women in front of him was, the clear object of his drunken desires. But my jaw dropped quickly as I saw another woman, even smaller than the first and half the size of the man step in between them. There was quick movement that I couldn't quite make out and then I saw the drunk man keel over, clearly having been hit right in the balls. I couldn't help but smile and I realized my fists weren't clenched anymore. I saw the badass woman give the other woman a pep talk and steer her toward the stage and I got a quick glimpse of her face. If I'd just seen her and her dainty features on the street I never would have expected her to be the kind of woman to take on a man twice her size to protect someone else. It was incredibly hot.

I hear movement behind me and suddenly remembered why I'd come to the stage to begin with. I turned around quickly to see JHope making his final preparations. "They're going to love you man, plenty of ARMY out here," I assured him. "And I just know you're going to get tons of new fans tonight too," I added.

"Thank you for being here Yoongs, it really means the world to me," Hoseok's eyes almost glistened as he put his hand on my shoulder.

"Hey now, don't cry! No being sentimental! It's time to go out there and fucking kill it okay!?" I playfully slapped his hand off my shoulder and pushed him toward the stage, reminding him what he was here to do.

Hoseok laughed and did a few jumps to pump himself up and then off he went.

I watched from the wings and loved every moment, seeing my friend thrive. But every once in a while I let my gaze move toward the front of the stage looking to see how Ms. Badass (her name in my head) was enjoying the show. By about halfway through the show I realized I was looking toward her more and more, letting her distract me from watching JHope. I had to do something about this.

"Hey Paul," I called over one of my security detail.

I pointed her out to him and gave him my strange request, knowing Hobi wouldn't mind at all if I used his name for my plan.

"Can you ask that girl right there if she wants to come backstage to meet JHope? Tell her he saw her protecting her friend and wants to thank her for keeping his concert safe." I finished my request and looked at Paul's face to see how weird he thought I was.

"But you're the one who wants to meet her right?" Paul asked with a twinkle in his eye.

"Ahh, stop that. Teasing me isn't in your job description," I felt myself blush as I respond to him.

Paul saluted sarcastically "You got it boss," and he started to leave.

"Just be discreet!" I shouted after him. I took a deep breath and turned back to the stage, finally able to fully focus on Hoseok's performance.

Y/N POV

My watch buzzed to congratulate me on all the cardio I had achieved in the last 60 minutes. You could always tell how good a concert was by how impressed by fitness watch was with me. Tonight my fitness watch was very impressed. I could already tell the adrenaline from this concert wasn't going to let me fall asleep for at least the next 3-4 hours while Shelly and I hased and rehashed every single note, line, and movement of this concert.

As JHope thanked the audience and announced his last song (wow, his English has seriously improved!) my spidey sense went off and I saw a security guard in black come closer to my area with his eyes trained on me. Was this about the drunken douche canoe? Surely I was imagining things, I tried to ignore the security guard and appreciate the last song. I had paid a lot of money to travel to Chicago and come to this concert and I wasn't letting my anxiety about a security guard ruin that.

I put the security guard out of my mind and sang and danced in our spots near the barricade, spots I have worked so hard to get. But the secuirty guard came back to mind once JHope left the stage. And by that I mean he walked right up to where I was.

"Excuse me miss," the security guard looked clearly at me, but even then I feigned innocence. There is no way he wasn't coming after me because of the whole kneeing that due in the balls thing. That's what I get for helping my friend, although it is possible that I could have gotten out of the situation without possibly rendering him infertile...

"Me?" I ask, looking around at others around me just in case I was maybe mistaken. Hopefully? Maybe? Please?

"Yes, you, with the blue headband."

Shit, that's definitely me. No getting around it.

"Come here please," he motioned me toward a locked door in the barricade.

I looked nervously at Shelly and mouthed 'Wait for me,' and she nodded and gave me a thumbs up as I headed toward the guard.

I finally reached the door and looked at the guard, "Is this about..."

"Would you like to come backstage to meet JHope?"

...What? This does not compute.

"Y..y..yes? I mean yes! Is that an option...?" You stop and start your sentences because your brain honestly feels like it is rebooting and installing updates.

The security guard interrupted me again, saving me from myself.

"He noticed you intervening to keep someone safe and he'd like to meet you and thank you."

"For real?" I ask with an uncontrollable measure of disbelief in my voice. "Because I thought I was about to get in trouble for that."

The security guard laughed, "Well not today I guess."

"Can I bring my friend with me? She's pretty freaked out after what happened and honestly she was already nervous about this whole concert experience in the first place. I don't want to leave her alone."

"She's the person you were protecting?"

"Yeah, this drunk guy wouldn't back up off her so I had to..." I mimicked kneeing the guy in the groin with a click of my tongue "intervene."

Why did I do that? Why did I say that? What is happening!?

"Yeah, go get her and then I'll take you both back."

I tried to walk calmly back to Shelly but I'm pretty sure I looked like an Olympic speedwalker instead.

"Shelly, you will never believe what just happened and also what' about to happen," I grabbed Shelly's shoulders and try not to squeal.

Yoongi POV

Once the concert was over I had almost forgotten about Ms. Badass. I had gotten wrapped up in watching the concert. If I knew Hoseok well, I knew he'd want details and sepcific feedback on his performance. I started wondering if I should have taken notes when I saw him run offstage toward me.

"JHooooooope!" I yelled as I pulled him into a hug. "Such a good job man. I honestly don't think I could have imagined a better solo concert for any of us."

"Really?" his face shined, "what did you think about..."

But I had to cut him off because it was at that moment that I saw Paul walking toward the stage with Ms. Badass.

"Hobi I'm so sorry to do this but I have to stop you there. I promise we can talk about your entire performance at great length later but there is a women headed toward us that I saw in the audience and had to meet because she kneed a man twice her size in the groin and that's super hot so I had Paul go get her and told him to go tell her that you wanted to meet her to thank her for keeping the concert safe and she's on her way back here right now and she'll be here any moment," I said rapidly in one breath.

Hobi's face was twisted in confusion, "She kept my concert safe by kneeing someone in the groin?"

"Oh! Yeah, I guess I didn't explain it all that well," I began and quickly recounted the story with some of the important details I'd missed on the first time.

"Ah. I see."

And then he broke into a sly grin.

"Super hot huh? I don't think you've ever pulled anyone backstage before like this..." he wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"Come on, come on Hobi, be cool! She's almost here."

He was right though, I'd never pulled a cute girl out of the audience before, never even really played the famous card to get a date. But this woman, her fire? Her contrastingly tiny frame? I had been overcome with attraction but also...intrigue?

Oh gosh here she was. I turned around to see her 20 feet in front of me and wow. She was somehow both curvy and small, both delicate and fierce. Her blue eyes piercing, curves sultry, but her braided pigtails added a hint of innocence that was way hotter than I think I'd ever feel comfortable admitting to anyone.

Is Hobi going to be cool? Am I going to be cool? I do not know what to do with my face, my hands, my entire body.

"Hobi, help me, she's even more gorgeous than I expected and I think I'm in over my head," I turned back again and pleaded.

"Don't worry Yoongs, I got you," Hobi said confidently as he walked toward her.

Say what you will about Jung Hoseok but he makes a damn good wingman.

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