#bangtan scenarios

Anon asked: Could I have a Yandere BTS reaction where S/o, who was kidnapped, coldly speaks: “You can control me… what I do, what I say… But know this. You will not control who I love. And that will never be you” please? Thank you!

Wow! Loving the creativity! Here you go lovely!

Seokjin

He would be astonished, by your wit and nerve, but it didn’t sway him even the slightest. If it was one thing he knew, it was that he wasn’t going to let you get away. You could say all you pleased, but you were his, and his alone. The only thing he would muster up after the time you spent bickering with him, would be a simple “tch” with a click of his tongue, as if desregarding all you had to say in that moment.

“Tch- Are you done?”

Namjoon

The smile and laughter that came from him would grow uneasy, until it disappeared all together. At first he would try to laugh it off, making jokes here and there, asking through a smile what you were going on about, but as he noticed that your were being serious, he too grew serious himself. After all he did for you, he thought you would be happy, and want to stay by his side, but hearing how unhappy that you were with him, would put him in a anxious frenzy. He wanted nothing more than for you to be his, but he also wanted you to be happy about it too.

“Huahah- Wh..what did you say? You don’t want to be with me?”

Yoongi

You wouldn’t have the time to speak for long, as the minute you brought up how you didn’t want to be there with him, he would get up from where he was crouched in front of you, and make his leave from the bedroom, making sure to lock the door behind him so you wouldn’t try to escape. After taking you from the filth of the outside world and people, you had wanted to leave yet to return back to it? He was not about to listen to any of that.

“Im doing this all..for you. The least you can do is be grateful and not try to shove it right back into my face. You’ll come out when you’re grateful again.”

Hoseok

This man would do a whole 360. The usual smiling Hoseok would be replace by a serious one as you talked down to him. He was always keen when it came to you saying what you wanted, and he always listened with interest and love, but he couldn’t with this. He didn’t like to show you this more abrasive side of him in front of you, but he couldn’t help it. You had really dug under his skin with what you said.

“Baby…let’s not get too hasty right now. You’re probably just tired, and should go take a nap and sleep on this. You don’t know what you’re saying right now.”

Jimin

He would go into a full breakdown as you explained how and why you could no longer be tied down to him. He didn’t want to hear it, no he couldn’t hear it. He started to pull on his hair and smack his head with his hands and he pulled from the strands, with a “No, No, No! Don’t say that!” Until he was finally able to calm down, somewhat, before getting on his knees and pleading to you.

“(y/n)…please.. you can’t do this- or-or-or say that! I love you….please…”

Taehyung

As soon as you brought up how unhappy you were, and how you wanted to leave he wasn’t going to hear it. Immediately, he slammed his hands on the table he was sitting at as he pushed himself from his chair and went over to you with a shake of his head. He would grab you by the shoulders, of course he didn’t want to be rough with you, that was the last thing he had wanted, but his mind and vision was cloudy as he tried to gain his composure, but it was no use, all he could do was gently shake you back and forth as he asked, “why, why why-“ over and over again.

Jungkook

Being the king of manipulation, he would sit there, pouting as he listened to all your anger and sadness. Tears would start to form at the corner of his eyes as he tried to plead with you. Of course this was all just an act, that he put on in hopes you would fall for it and stay. He never wanted to lay a hand on you and use force so he did what all he knew he could and that was use his pitifulness and charm.

“Don’t leave (y/n)..I’m sorry, I’ll change, you know I’ll do anything, for you. “

I apologize for the shortness of it! /:

-Admin Bonbori

i@petalskook asked:  Hi bae I can ask for a reaction to bts mafia au when a rival member enters his house (in order to scare his wife but ends up almost ab*sing her) and they arrive and see that scene. I know it’s a sensitive issue, but I want to see blood thanks

Here you go sweetheart!~ Enjoy!

WARNING! This post contains material that might trigger some, so please read at your own risk!

Seokjin

This man would go full on “killer-mode” the minute he saw you on the carpeted floor of the living room, with a man towering over you, and his fist high in the air above your head.  He would waste no time, as he grabbed this man and picked him up so far off the ground, that for a moment, his feet couldn’t touch it as he slammed him against a wall nearby, with hate in his eyes, and rage in his voice as he yelled at the top of his lungs, screaming and asking what he was doing there in his house, let alone what he was doing to you.The man would try fighting him off, but it was no use,Seokjin, was much more powerful than him in that moment. All he could see was red, nothing else mattered in that moment, but the want to kill him. Even if you tried to yell for everything to just stop, he wouldn’t listen, it’s not that he didn’t listen to you, but his mind wasn’t in the right place then and there. He would be beyond gone. Seeing you in pain, broke him like no other. His mind would get the better of him as he pulled the man from the wall, another thought of you being in pain crossed his mind, another slam against the wall the man went. Then another thought crossed his mind, making him slam him against the wall once more. By this time, the man started to stir as he started to slowly loose consciousness, but this still didn’t stop Seokjin from continuing to slam him, again, and again. It wouldn’t stop until, the man blacked out and grew limp.

“I’ll never ever let you or anyone else touch (y/n) ever again!! “

Namjoon

He was a smart man when it came to everything around him. That’s why he was so great when it came to how he did business. That’s why he knew he had to remain that way once he saw this man in his house, with his wife. No. He wasn’t having it. He would go over to the two of you, rip you away from him and put him behind you.as he pulled out his g*n and aimed it at him with a blank expression. He had no remorse for this person right here and now. How could he? He broke into a place that was supposed to be his own personal space, and roughed up his girl, and now he was going to rough him up, but not without asking some questions first. He knew that someone put him up to this, and he wanted to know just who.  The man told him he wouldn’t say a word, because of loyalty, but this made Namjoon raise an eyebrow, and found himself pulling the trigger, but click his tongue as he missed and gently grazed his shoulder.But this still wasn’t enough to make him talk. It wouldn’t be until Namjoon hit him with the butt of the g*n, before aiming it at him again, saying how he wasn’t going to ask twice. He finally talked, but not without making sure Namjoon kept his word on not to shoot him again. Once he talked, he pulled the trigger with a solemn expression as the room grew quiet. After he made sure he wasn’t going to make another sound he recoiled his weapon and turned to you with a sadly tone, apologizing that you had to see that. 

“I don’t keep my word when it comes to the (rival gang name), or anyone who touches my woman.”

Yoongi

Even though he would be seething with anger the minute that he saw this other man about to hurt his most favorite person in the world, not to mention even touching you, he would put that aside, as something within his head snapped. The other man, knowing just how crazy thatthe Min Yoongi, could be, he quickly moved away from you, throwing you against the couch in the process; He just had to get away, but it was too late as Yoongi was by him in the blink of an eye, gripping his shoulder tightly, so tightly that he the man thought if he squeezed an inch harder, his acromion would surely break in his hands. Through the cries and groans from the rival member, Yoongi would talk to him, in a amused yet calm tone, reminding him on how he knew just where his family lived, and it would be a shame if something were to happen to them, due to this careless act of his. After the whole ordeal, he let him off the hook, only because he loved to put fear in others, it gave him so much pleasure, and he definitely knew that this man was doing just that now, fearing him. As he scurried out the house, Yoongi would then make his way over to you, to make sure you were okay. Of course, then you would see his true emotions as a look of sadness and pain crossed his face, but he didn’t care. You made him vulnerable and he wanted to show you, just how sorry he was that he wasn’t there in the first place. 

“Now…I know your parents live on Richmond street along with your little sisters. It would be a shame if something were to happen to them while in the safety of their own home, wouldn’t it?”

Hoseok

Even though he was one of the big bosses around town, his smile and positive attitude still held some weight. People around town found him crazier this way, because they never knew when he was going to snap, or what he was ever thinking. His smile, was his poker face. That’s why whenever he flashed a smile towards the man who had ahold of you, it was instant regret for him. The rival member slowly stood up, with your arm still in his hand after his episode of him shaking you. Hoseok, seeing how frightened you were as he sat down across the room, motioned over to you and pat his thigh, with a soothing voice as he cooed out, “Come here, baby.” He knew the man was going to let go as you easily slipped your arm from his now shaking and clammy hand.After you went over to go sit down, and he made sure his arm was firmly, but warmly wrapped around you, that’s when business would start. He would motion for his right hand man, who had also been in the room behind him, to grab him before he could cause anymore trouble. He would then set you down gently, on the chair he sat on, before getting up and rolling up his sleeves. The smile that was once plastered on his face, was now turn downward into a frown as he walked up to this man. He paused for a moment, wanting him to see the rage he felt, before he finally pushed his fast into his stomach, reeling it back to his at his fist, then smile before swiping it across his mouth once, twice, and a third time. He would wail on him until no end. 

“You’re going to regret touching my precious wife. I’ll make sure of that.”

Jimin

Just like Jin, he would see red. He had just came home from working out at the gym, but stopped in the doorway, only to see this man atop of you, as you thrashed about, as he tried to grab your arms and hold you down. Immediately, he would run over to where the scene was unfolding with a booming, “NO!” as he grabbed the strap of the bag and threw it over the man’s neck, before giving it as tight tug. He put all his might and strength into choking him. No matter how hard the man smacked his flailing hands back against Jimin’s face, as he tried to get him off of him he never let up. And he couldn’t until he knew he was dead, or at least unconscious. He would try pulling him back away from you, not wanting him to fall against you, but during this, the man broke free and turned the tables on Jimin as he started to wail on him with his fists while he tried gaining composure yet again, but it would be of no use. Even if he gave him a few good hits, Jimin wouldn’t feel any of them as there was still adrenaline coursing through his body. All you could do was watch in horror as the fighting continued on, until the other man grew so tired and weak, that he finally gave up. He laid there, in his sweat and blood, as Jimin stood up and spit at him,before ordering the man who was with him, waiting outside, to “take out the trash” and clean up the mess, before going over to you, and cradling you in his arms, apologizing over and over again for not being here with you instead and letting it get this far. 

“I’m so so sorry babygirl…don’t worry. He’s never going to touch you again…”

Taehyung

He was the kind of boss-man who loved to play mind games with his victims, and that’s just what he did with this man who was in a sacred place of his, scaring the love of his life. He had to hold back whenever he saw this man holding onto a scared and crying you. He stood there for a moment, with a few of his men who had followed him inside, feeling that something wasn’t right that night, and they were right. He stood there for a moment, with a finger tapping against his lips while he hummed out, going around and asking each person what they thought that this mans punishment should be for breaking into his haven, and touching his angel. He chuckled at the responses, before shaking his head and agreeing that he should give him a pass this once, and let him go. The man ran from you and towards the front door, before Taehyung could change his mind, but was pummeled with Taehyung’s fist, sending him falling to his knees. That’s when Taehyung howled then got serious as he crouched down to his eye level, with a stare as cold as ice. He couldn’t believe that this man, thought he would let him leave without a scratch on him. He would then shake his head with a click of his tongue before letting his boys have at him. He would then proceed to go over and take you in his arms, leading you away from the scene behind you, and the screams of the man.

“You really think I would let you go so easily? Ha! You touched the most important person in my life. Boys- It’s free game from here.”

Jungkook

He would be in an array of emotions, since he wasn’t one to display them so well or easily. The only ones who he expressed true emotion towards, was you and his family. Everyone else had thought he was ‘hard-shell’ or cold blooded. In which, he was when it came to certain people. And truly the minute that he unlocked the door to his house, and saw this man scrambling away from you, as soon as he walked into the giant living room, man did his blood run cold. He scrambled to his feet as the man scrambled to his, while he tried getting away from you and the now angry Jungkook. But it was no use as Jungkook would tackle him to the ground and pin him down, with his hands to his throat. His eyes glazed over with a blank expression as he dug his hands deeper against his skin. You not wanting this to go any further, would yell out at him to stop. His hands would shake as his glazed over look stopped as it was replaced with anger. He would shake his head, and tell you how he hated him and wanted him to die for touching you. His emotions would get the better of him. He wouldn’t think clearly and this was his downfall, as the youngest boss. When it came to you, he would hurt anyone that even dare look your way, but this man did more, so he wanted him to pay with his life. He was out for blood. 

“Don’t you dare touch her you b*sterd !!I’ll end you right now!!”

-Admin Bonbori

Okay so since I have like ZERO tome to write lately, so that at least SOMETHING is being posted, I’m gonna start taking requests for snapchats!! They don’t take long to do so I can do them in between all the things I have to do. So if you have an idea for a snapchat set you’d like to see, send them in!!
*admin Sinnabun*

Member: Jin (Kim Seokjin)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2,996

*Admin Sinnabun*

Original Request:  Can you write a scenario where you’re sick and your friend Jin takes care of you but another friend wants to take care of you too so Jin feels jealous and tries to get your attention?

Your head felt like a balloon with too much air or a rubber band that’d been wound too tightly for days with no relief. You tossed and turned in your bed, desperately trying to relieve the dull ache that ran through every fiber of every muscle in your body. Your face was pale and gaunt, your hands clammy, and your eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep. All you wanted to do was sleep until either this flu went away, or you felt the sweet release of death, whichever came first.

For the past few days, one of your neighbors, whom you’d grown close to over the years, had been stopping by a few times a day to check up on you and help you with anything you needed, and honestly, that tended to be a lot. Everything was an ordeal. Even small things like getting out of bed long enough to get in the shower or standing up to make tea seemed like running a gauntlet. Light hurt your eyes, the tiniest sound made your head pound, and moving was almost out of the question. If it wasn’t for your neighbor, you probably wouldn’t have even eaten anything.

You groaned in pain as your phone rang on your bedside table, sending sharp pains shooting through your head. You groaned, rolling over and grabbing your phone, answering without even looking at the screen to avoid the light. “Hello..?”

“Y\N!” the voice yelled. You winced and held the phone further from your head as he continued. “Where are you?”

“What..? I’m at home, where else would I be?”

You could already picture him pouting. “Did you forget what day it is?”

Suddenly everything rushed back to you. It was “date night.” Every Thursday, you and your best friend, Jin, found a new food place to try, then went back to the dorm to decide who had found the worse movie that week. This was the first “date night” you’d missed other than with the exception of when Jin was on tour.

“Shit you’re right.. I don’t think I’m gonna make it this time, I haven’t left my bed in four days-”

“Hold on, what?? What’s wrong? Do you need me to come over? WHO HURT YOU?”

“Jin STOP yelling it makes my head hurt! No one hurt me, I’m just sick. I’m pretty sure it’s that weird bug that’s been going around and I-”

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

You looked down at you phone to see the call had ended, thinking maybe the call had dropped. You rolled your eyes and put your phone back on the nightstand before covering your face with your blankets again. You did feel a bit bad about missing date night, but there are some things that are just out of your control.

You felt the bed next to you sink as your neighbor sat down to check your temperature again and refill your water.

“101 y/n.. You know, you’re not going to get any better if you stay under these blankets with a fever like this.” He sighed, pulling the blankets off your body and tossing them across the room, knowing you didn’t have the energy to go get them.

“But Oppa it’s so cold I’ll freeze without them!” You whined, wincing as you felt the warmth leaving your body already.

“Good. That means all that extra body heat is getting out and your fever will come down. No blankets. If you’re cold I’ll go to the store and get more tea, but you’re not getting those blankets back!”

You groaned and rolled away from him. “Fine. But if you’re going to the store, make sure you get-”

“Decaf Earl Grey with the honey you like and peppermint sticks to stir it. I know. Get some rest, I’ll be back in a little while.” He stood from the bed and walked towards the front door of your apartment. You heard the door open and slowly tried moving towards the edge of the bed. “And no blankets!” He yelled back, just before the door clicked shut. Defeated, you slumped back to your spot on the bed and curled into a ball, desperately trying to warm yourself as you drifted back to sleep.

You were awakened not long after by the sound of the front door opening and bags being placed on the kitchen counter. You slowly forced yourself upright, sending your head pounding again. “Did you get the-”

“Shut up I got everything who do you think you’re dealing with here?”

Your eyes shot open and you rubbed your head. “Jin? What are you doing here?”

Jin plopped himself down on the bed next to you and gently pushed your shoulders so you were horizontal again. “What do you mean why am I here? You miss date night because you’re in bed sick and you really think I’m not gonna come take care of you? I’m hurt.”

“Jin, you really didn’t have to come, I have everything handled, really.” You groaned, rubbing your eyes. “I’m sorry I missed date night, but you really didn’t have to come all the way over here just for me.”

Jin lightly smacked the back of your head. “You really think that of all people, I’d leave you here when you’re so sick to fend for yourself? I don’t think so. You like to seem like you have everything handled all the time, but we both know you have no idea what you’re doing most of the time, y/n.” He said, brushing your hair out of your face and handing you a shot of foul-smelling cough syrup. “Drink that. I’m gonna go make some soup and put some-”

“Tea’s here!”

Jin looked at you, wide-eyed, before pushing himself off the bed and stalking off towards the front door before you could even say anything. You pushed yourself up and forced yourself to your feet. You managed to hobble your way down the hallway without falling to find Seokjin and your neighbor staring at one another silently.

“Well I see you two have met.” You croaked out before doubling over and coughing so hard your vision blurred.

Your neighbor snapped his attention away from Jin and rushed over to you, helping you stay on your feet long enough to get to the couch. “What did I tell you about getting up without help? I swear, y/n, you’ll be the death of me.” He chuckled, helping you to get comfortable.

“Um.. y/n? Who is this?” Jin asked, obviously annoyed and pointing at your neighbor, who was leaning over you, gently placing your head on a pillow.

“Oh right, you two don’t actually know each other. Jin, this is.. also Jin. He lives in the apartment two doors down and has been helping me the past few days since I got sick. Jinho, this is the other Jin. He’s been my best friend for years.”

Jin’s heart sank a bit hearing that.

“I forgot about our weekly hangout tonight so he came over when I told him I was sick.”

Jinho walked over and reached his hand out to Seokjin. “Nice to meet you! Y/n talks about you like every time I see them. You must be a pretty cool guy for y/n to like you so much.”

Jin’s blood pressure was rising already as he reluctantly shook your neighbor’s hand.

“Yeah, well, we’ve known each other for years. I’ve been there for them through some of the worst times in their life, so no one knows what they need like I do.” He squeezed Jinho’s hand as he said it.

“Yeah, so they’ve said! Did you bring all this over with you?” He asked, gesturing to the ridiculous number of shopping bags on the kitchen counter with everything from noodles to fresh veggies and soju.

“Yeah, I stopped at the store on my way over. What did you bring?” Jin asked, pointing to the small bag your neighbor had brought in.

“Oh I almost forgot! We’ve been working on getting y/n’s fever down so I told them not to be under the blanket anymore and that I’d make tea if they were really that cold, so I went out and bought-”

“Earl Grey?” Jin interrupted him, hoping to catch a mistake.

“Of course!”

Jin’s jaw tightened. “With the honey that they like? In the bear bottle?”

Your neighbor rummaged through the bag and pulled out a bear-shaped bottle. “Honey, check. And before you ask, I also got the peppermint sticks to stir it.” Jinho assured him with a smile.

A grin crossed Jin’s face. He’d caught him. “Sticks or canes? They like having the curve of the cane as a treat after the tea is gone. That’s one of the most important parts.”

A warm feeling spread through your chest, hearing that he knew you so well that he’d notice something so simple that you’d never even said out loud. The only way he could have known that was through observation. At the same time, you felt bad for Jinho, he’d been such a big help to you, but Jin was right. No one knew how to help you like he did.

“Jin?” You asked, having pushed yourself up so you were sitting while the boys were busy with their little pissing contest over who was the best help to you.

Both boys immediately stopped talking and looked at you, immediately attentive to you and your needs.

“Um, you Jin, not you Jin.” You said, pointing to Jinho then Seokjin respectively. As soon as you specified that you weren’t talking to him, Seokjin’s face fell and he eyed your neighbor with disdain.

“Jinho, I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me the past few days, but to be fair,” At this, Jin’s head perked up. There was a but?

“To be fair, I really was supposed to be hanging out with Jin tonight, so..”

You neighbor gave a shy smile and nodded his head. “Of course! I wouldn’t want to intrude on your weekly schedule, and it seems to me like he has everything under control.” He said, clapping Seokjin on the shoulder. “I’ll get out of here and let you guys have some time together.” He said with a wink in your direction, causing you to blush. Was it that obvious?

He left the bag of tea on the counter and grabbed his coat and shoes before heading to the door. “Well, y/n, you know where to find me if you need anything, but with him here, I doubt that’ll be the case, so I’ll see you around! Seokjin, it was great to finally meet you! Take good care of them for me.” He said, slipping out the door before Jin had a chance to say anything back. You rolled your eyes, expecting nothing less from your troublemaker of a neighbor.

As soon as the door closed, Jin dramatically rolled his head to look at you. “You’re kidding me, right?”

“What?”

“Really? You wouldn’t call me when you were sick but you called that.. That second-rate imposter to come take care of you?”

You rolled your eyes and stuck your arms out for him to come sit with you like he always did when you were sick. “Okay first of all, I didn’t call him, he heard me coughing from two doors down and came to tell me to shut up and then just wouldn’t leave me alone, secondly, that’s mean, don’t be like that. And lastly, I know you’ve been really busy lately getting ready for the comeback and everything and you’ve been really stressed out so I didn’t want to call you and either pull you away from work or make you worry while you were at work, so I just didn’t say anything.”  You said, as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and you snuggled into his broad chest. You could have sworn that you could smell him, even though you hadn’t been able to smell anything all week, but then again, maybe by now you just knew his smell by heart, just like you knew the rest of him.

A laugh rumbled through his chest as he brushed the hair out of your face and behind your ear. “What am I gonna do with you, y/n…” He took your chin in his strong hand and made you look at him. “Don’t ever, ever think you can’t call me if you need me. Contrary to popular belief, you’re the most important thing in my life. If you need me, I’ll be there for you no matter what, okay?” His eyes searched yours, trying to gauge your reaction.

“Jin, what are you-”

“Jesus, y/n, don’t make me spell it out for you, this is weird enough for me to say already… Just, think about it while I go make your tea, okay? Maybe you’ll figure something out.” He said, laying you down and walking towards the kitchen.

Not five minutes later, did Jin walk back over to you, your favorite mug in hand. Without a word, he helped you sit up and handed you the mug, before starting back towards the kitchen to clean up. “Wait, leave it for now. Come sit with me for a while.” You said, grabbing his hand before he could get too far. Jin smiled and sat behind you on the couch, positioning you between his legs with your back against his chest and his arms around you, the way he knew made you feel safe and warm.

You slowly sipped your tea, watching the peppermint stick slowly dissolve into nothing, a twinge of disappointment washing over you when the whole thing was gone.

You felt Jin chuckle behind you.

“What are you laughing at?”

“You’re just hilarious. You really thought he could take better care of you than me? He didn’t even get the right kind of peppermint sticks!”

You rolled your eyes and smacked Jin’s leg. “Cut him some slack. How did you even know that I like canes more than sticks? I don’t think I ever even told you that…”

Jin pulled you closer and rested his chin on the top of your head. “You didn’t tell me about it. I just noticed. Believe it or not, I’m pretty attentive to the things I care about.”

There was a long silence while you finished your tea and set the mug on the coffee table, shifting so you were laying down again, still wrapped in Jin’s protective embrace, your face pressed to his warm chest.

“Did you really not call me because you thought you’d be bothering me?” He asked, finally breaking the tension you could both feel growing.

You pushed your face closer into him and nodded. “I know how hard you work and I know that you’ve had a lot on your plate lately and it’s really been stressing you out, so I didn’t want to give you anything else to be stressed out about…”

“Y/n. I want you to promise me that no matter what, no matter what I’m doing or where I am, that if you ever need me, you’ll call me. Promise me, okay?”

“But Jin-”

“No buts, y/n. I want you to promise me that you’ll call me. Even if I’m across the world, I’ll find a way to be there for you no matter what. If you’re worried about me being stressed, you can forget that because you’re the one thing in my life that makes all the stress worth it. So if I can’t even be there for you when you need me, then what’s the point in me going through all the stress in the first place? So, y/n, can you promise me that no matter what, you’ll tell me whenever you need me?” He asked, holding you so tight you thought he might break you.

“Jin… I’m sorry, but there’s no way I can promise you that…” You said, holding onto him, fearing he’d leave at any minute.

Jin’s heart dropped and tears sprang to his eyes. “That’s.. Then I guess there’s nothing I can do about that. I can’t force you to do something you don’t want to.. But, can I at least ask why?”

“Jin…” you started, cupping his cheek in your hand, bringing his face down so you could look him in the eyes. The feeling of his breath on your face made your heart race and put butterflies in your stomach. “I can’t promise you that because there’s never a time when I don’t need you.”

A tear fell down Jin’s cheek as he pulled you in and pressed your lips to his, the relief of knowing you felt the same way rushing over him. Reluctantly, he pulled away from you, the brightest smile painted across his face. “Y/n.. Can I ask you one more thing?”

“At this point, do you really need to ask?” You chuckled, wiping the elated tears from his eyes. “But if you really want to, then I suppose.”

“Y/n. I want you to promise me… That you’ll stop calling your neighbor Jin, too. It’s just awkward. There can’t be two of us, and I’m obviously the better one so I think I should get to be- OW!” You punched him in the arm and laughed.

“Fine, fine. How about this. You promise me that you’ll let me make you the happiest woman on Earth and that you’ll stop worrying about being a bother to me, and I’ll let the whole Jin vs Jin thing go… Deal?” You chuckled and placed a kiss to his soft lips.

“Deal.” He kissed you once more, holding you like you’d fade away like a dream at any second, letting you drift away into sleep to the sound of his heartbeat that beat just for you.

Ok, so I’m just speaking for myself when I say this but, I really want to start writing again. I haven’t been able to write as much as I want to because of work and school. I’m currently taking a break from school but I’m working full time.

 I am going to start posting on this blog again but I’m also exploring the idea of doing personal stories for people for like $5 or $10. It’d help me out so I would have to work as much. I don’t know if people even still follow the activity on this blog or if they would even want that but I figure I’d put the idea out there. 

Also, I want to start fresh. I will still be trying to do some of our old requests but I am going to be taking me ones!

I’m gonna put my Line (sydneyalysha) and kakao talk (larryisme) on here because our inbox is so full that I’m not sure what is new and what is not. So just message the blog in a private message or message me personally. Thanks!! 

~Admin Suga~

we really missed u a lot

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 31k…lol

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Extreme Slow Burn, Fantasy

Summary: The tale of the Winter Bear is about a grizzly bear that’s the only bear in the entire world who doesn’t hibernate during winter. He’s considered strong for being able to fight sleep. However, being the only bear awake during winter gets lonely. So during every winter, he makes friends with children and takes their soul to be with him forever. And somewhere down the line, you get involved into the fable.

“Are you fucking kidding me, (Y/N)?!”

Your agent, Lee Suniya, screams from the top of her lungs on the other side of the call. You keep your phone at a safe distance from your ears. You sigh exasperatedly, standing in the center of the living of your cramped, one-bedroom apartment.

Despite Suniya’s aggressive scolding, you only focus on your apartment. It’s early in the morning, never realizing how blue your apartment is. It isn’t necessarily a bold blue, more so a faint blue, naturally peeking through your blinds due to the sunrise barely at its peak. All of your furniture—couch, coffee table, vase, lamp—is white, so it only makes the baby blue stand out more.

Maybe I should change my place up a little, you think to yourself.

However, your plans for redecorating your place are disrupted by the continuous rampage coming from Suniya. Her anger only worsens your annoyance toward her. “Did you not hear a single thing I said?! Is your head empty??”

“No, can you repeat everything?”

Suniya groans frustratedly then goes silent for a few seconds before returning. “Never mind. Did you at least look online?”

Your eyes move down to your laptop that’s sitting by the edge of the white, pristine coffee table. It’s on, and it’s an article called: ‘Winter Bear’: Profiting off of a Child’s Innocence. Underneath the title is the author, (Y/N), (L/N).

“Yea, just a few minutes ago.”

“So. You knew not to write that. But why did you go ahead and do it anyway?” Suniya tries very hard not to grind her teeth, but you can clearly hear it.

You take a seat on the couch right across from your laptop. You set your phone down, putting it on speaker as you scroll through the multitudes of angry comments. There are some that catch your eye, such as ‘How could you write garbage about my daughter’s favorite movie?’, ‘You didn’t even watch the movie so your opinion is fucking pointless without proper research’, and another one being, ‘Go die in a shithole, you fucking mood-killer’.

You’ve always heard about internet figures getting a lot of online flak these days, but your article exploded out of nowhere that you haven’t gotten the time to process the negative comments. Even your email is spammed with anonymous accounts calling you degrading terms.

But another reason why it doesn’t impact you as much as it should is because it was somewhat expected. Winter Bear is a beloved, rated-PG movie that people of all ages should enjoy, but your article made it very apparent that you detest it.

“Yea, I knew not to write it, but what’s the point of me making it my career as a writer when I can’t even share my own opinions?”

“You—” But before your agent can lash out any further, she catches herself. “You’re not a writer, you’re a journalist. Writers create from inspiration, journalists rephrase what they see. Are you seriously trying to give the publication a bad rep?”

“You’re not getting the point of the article. No one is. It’s a cash-grabbing movie using a dangerous folklore—”

“I get it, I get it. But where I’m coming from is that the publishing company has no time to be dealing with a bad image at this moment. They were just getting recognized, and you just had to blow it off like that.”

“That wasn’t my intention. Look, why are people even getting pissed off over one person’s opinion? They don’t have to read my shit if they don’t want to and go enjoy their half-assed children’s movie.”

It’s at this point where Suniya has completely given up on arguing with you. Both you and Suniya are stubborn to the core, and this is how you two clash often.

“It isn’t just about a bad public image for the company, but for you. You’ll have a hard time signing deals and publishing more articles.”

That comment was like a prick to your skin. There was something about that that ticked you off, more than what the internet is saying about you.

“What the hell is wrong with me sharing my thoughts? If these faceless assholes are allowed to leave comments on my article, then I can say and do whatever too!”

“(Y/N), calm down! Why are you getting upset?! Listen to me when I say this: I know where you’re coming from. I know that movie is a sensitive topic for you, but that still doesn’t mean that you should—”

“Don’t bring it up.”

The line goes silent for a while before she returns. “Alright, fine. On the bright side, this seems like a short-term consequence, so the most we can do is wait for this to die down. I gotta go, I’ll call you later.”

She hangs up, and you get the urge to throw your phone across the room. However, you don’t have the kind of money to break your phone and get a new one, so instead, you throw it against the couch pillow. It’s irritating when nobody understands you. If the general public weren’t sheeples, then it would be easier for you to explain your side. Not even Suniya truly knows where you’re coming from.

You go back to your laptop, your article receiving new comments by the second. You want to respond to them and tell them to go to hell. There are more controversial topics out there in the world, so why go to your article and attack you? You’ve already caused enough trouble for your agent, so it’s better to leave it alone.

You lay down on your couch when a sudden chill runs up your spine. You check the temperature on your phone, and it’s been getting colder lately with winter getting closer.  What sort of first-world struggles are those angry commentators going through to give them the right to downgrade you?

Regret begins to play with your head, suggesting that you should call Suniya back and apologize to her for exploding. You turn on your phone, seeing four contacts on your phone: your parents, Suniya, and your publication site’s office number. You press on Suniya’s number, letting the line ring before directing to voicemail.

With a sigh of disappointment, you get off of the couch with that feeling of regret going to eat you up for the rest of the day. You try to forget about it, pushing your mind to think about something else than to focus heavily on it. You repeat to yourself over and over that you need to eat breakfast.

You look through the fridge that’s filled with only microwavable food, some vegetables, soda, and that one vegan mandarin chicken pack that you promised to eat when you were still dieting. On the bottom shelf is leftover pizza from last night. You close the fridge then rummage through the white-painted cabinets. You hand maneuvers around the canned corn and beans, packaged dry pad-thai noodles, and shoving the Maruchan cup noodles away. You grab the rainbow, fruit-flavored cereal box, opening the top to check if there’s still some. You pop one into your mouth to check if it’s still in edible condition. Although a bit stale, you can eat it.

You couldn’t decide whether or not you wanted to eat leftover dinner or cereal for breakfast, so you ended up picking both. Rushing back to the fridge, you take out a slice of cold pizza and the half-gallon of milk, putting the pizza on a plate and into the microwave. It’s not the healthiest meal, but you’re not in the mood to be thinking about your weight.

As it warms up, you grab the remote from the living room, turning on the TV. You skip through channels with the press of a button until you get to a decent enough channel that’s playing a rerun of a sitcom show. It’s about a group of poor college graduates struggling to live in New York.

Your attention is taken away by your microwave beeping when it’s done reheating your pizza. You poke the pizza to make sure that the cheese has melted, then you take a bite of it. It doesn’t taste as fresh as when you first got it, but it still tastes savory.

“This…is…awesome!” A child’s voice shouts from the TV.

Dramatic drums and high-pitched violins play after the show goes on a commercial break. You turn around to see a trailer of a kids’ movie.

“Who…are you?” the child continues.

Each scene of the trailers lasts for a few seconds to keep the viewers’ short attention span engaged. On the screen is a young child who seems to be around eight or nine years old in a snowy forest. The child is on its knees, face-to-face with a shadowy monster before displaying itself as a fun, lovable grizzly bear licking the child’s face.

“I have to return home. Can you help me?”

“Come with us…on an epic journey,” A narrator voices over. “Filled with fun…”

The child and bear jump over rocks as they laugh.

“Adventure…”

The pair find an entirely undiscovered part of the forest, though it’s just a more expanded version of the same setting that it takes place in, just brighter lighting and more sunlight.

“And friendship.”

The next scene is when the child and the bear are cuddling together late at night to keep each other warm from the freezing temperature.

“Bears are supposed to be sleeping during winter, but you’re not,” the child ponders. “But…I’m glad that you’re awake. I don’t feel so lonely anymore.”

“Critics say ‘it’s tender’…‘entertaining’…‘everything my child has always wanted in a movie’.” The narrator continues as five yellow stars would be slapped onto a frame of an overview of the forest. “Winter Bear. Coming soon on December 20th.”

The next thing you know, you throw the pizza at the screen out of impulsive anger. The tomato sauce splatters all over the carpet, TV, and some on the coffee table. It instantly slips off the TV, landing and staining the carpet more. It felt good at that moment to lash out on the movie trailer, but not anymore after seeing the mess that you created. But once rational thinking sets in, you’re frustrated with yourself for what you’ve done. You hurriedly look for wipes then run to the TV to clean it.

As you wipe with tenacity, some uninvited memories seep in. You go back to when you were a child, holding the hand of a child whose face you can’t see, or at least, don’t want to see. The environment that surrounds you is a white forest, silence freezing every noise possible, just you and the person standing side-by-side.

You rest your forehead on the sauce-stained TV, sighing heavily as you try to forget what happened long ago. You turn to the fallen pizza, glaring at it with disdain as the red, bloody sauce soaks into what was once a white carpet that blended into the blue morning.

“He doesn’t help kids…he steals them.”

———

“Jesus Christ, (Y/N), you really need to start eating healthier food. Look at your stomach, I’m beginning to see a muffin top.” Suniya jokes as she playfully hits your stomach with a pepperoni sausage.

Suniya is walking ahead of you as you push the shopping cart. She decided to tag along with you to go grocery shopping, implying that this get-together is to make up for the argument that unfolded days prior to this.

“I would eat better if the healthier options were cheaper and tasted better.”

“Hey, there are healthy foods that are cheap too, you know. You just choose not to eat it. Plus, you’re not a kid anymore. Suck it up and eat gross shit for the sake of being in shape,” This is ironic coming from Suniya, since she isn’t in the best shape either. “Maybe you should get a gym membership and start working out. Who knows, maybe you’ll start attracting people.”

“Mm-hmm,” You faintly listen to her as you’re trying to decide on which graham cracker brand you want to buy. “Oh yea, which pizza brand do you think has the least amount of tomato sauce?”

Suniya sulks, a little annoyed that you aren’t listening to her, but this is typical for you to be like that with her. “I dunno. Figure it out yourself. Why?”

“Eh,” you shrug your shoulders. “The sauce is the messiest part of the pizza. Do you think I should start eating hot pockets?”

She raises an eyebrow at you. “I don’t fucking know. Pick both if it makes it easier.”

“No, but pizza is messy. I wanna know if hot pockets are not as messy with the sauce.”

“Why does it matter? Just use a napkin or don’t eat like a toddler!”

“…I’ll go with hot pockets.”

You push the cart ahead of Suniya as she stares at you with a look of disbelief. No matter how long you two have known each other, she will never understand how your brain is wired. She shakes her head, shrugging it off as one of your unusual habits again.

“By the way, your mother called me. She said you weren’t picking up the phone and she wanted to know if you’re doing alright.”

“I’m fine.”

“…Why don’t you just call her back and tell her that?”

“I have you to pass on my message.”

“You know…” her tone deepens. “Your mom wants to talk to you directly. She wants to know how you’re doing in your voice.”

“What difference will it make? She’ll just pretend that she’s worried about me but all she’s gonna do is yell at how I can’t take care of myself and I need a new job.”

She sighs. “But she’s still your mom. You can’t forget that she raised you.”

“I’ll call her later. I have some more articles to write and I don’t need the distraction.”

But she knew that you meant never, you just wanted to end the conversation. She looks through the aisles, clearly frustrated with your lack of keeping a conversation going.

“You know, you shouldn’t worry about work so much.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s all you ever think about. Don’t you have anything else that you’re passionate about? Like, I dunno, making friends, going out, finding a boyfriend?”

“Not really. I haven’t put much thought into any of those. They’re a waste of time and money.”

“(Y/N),” she puts her hand to her hips. “Your isolation is only going to drive you even more insane. You won’t have anyone to rely on, and you’re just going to be miserable.”

A vein protrudes from your forehead, but your expression remains stagnant. “But I have you, don’t I?”

She rolls her eyes. “You can’t just rely on me. I have a family to take care of. And you should also.”

Even though you behave as if you’re ignoring her, her words bleed into your brain. You know too well that you’re getting closer to the age of settling into a life of family-hood, but it isn’t Suniya who decides what you have to do with your life. Still, what she says makes your chest ache, the desire to deny her claims of your spiral to insanity, all the while being completely aware of her concerns.

Suniya’s phone rings, so she takes it out from her purse to see an unknown number on her screen. She accepts the call, putting it to her ear.

“Hello?”

A feminine voice can be heard from the other line. Other than a ‘hi’, you can’t make what she’s saying, and Suniya’s lack of expression doesn’t help either.

“Uhm…yes. She is with me.”

An eyebrow raises, your curiosity peaking. You stare at her, squinting your eyes. She does look at you, but she doesn’t say anything to fill in the blanks.

“Sure.”

She hands the phone to you. You’re confused, looking at the phone and wondering what to do with it. She nudges it to you, so you take it.

“Hello?”

“Hello? Is this (Y/N)?”

“Yes, who is this?”

“Hi, my name is Kim, and I’m calling because I read your article the other day.”

Assuming that this is an angry reader, you’re about to hang up the phone when Suniya raises her hands up, signaling for you not to. You silently sigh, putting the phone back to your ear.

“You did?”

“I did! And I absolutely loved it!”

“Oh, really?” But it takes a few seconds for you to let that sink in. “Wait, really??”

“Yes! I reread it hundreds of times, and everything you said accurately portrays exactly how I feel about the movie as well.”

You glance at Suniya, and she smiles, nodding to let you know that this isn’t a prank. You’re at a loss of words that there’s someone who genuinely enjoyed your article. No one’s ever reached out to give you compliments, so you don’t know what to say.

“Uhm, thank you.”

“It’s no big deal. I saw the feedback you received, and it seems like not a lot of people liked it. You see, I’m a mythologist. I study extensively on the Winter Bear folklore. Based on the information on your publication’s website, it doesn’t seem like you know anything about it, but you nailed every detail of the myth precisely.”

“…Yea.”

“What I wanted to talk about is that I would like you to help me with my research on the Winter Bear.”

You crease your eyebrows. “…Excuse me?”

“You see, even though I study myth, I have a strong feeling that this isn’t some mere local folklore. You seem to know a lot about it, and I would like to get to know you more. Perhaps even go to the town to investigate more about it.”

“No.” You’re about to hang up again.

“Wait, wait, wait!”

You give her a third chance, putting the phone back to your ear.

“I can compensate for your help in return! We can help each other. I’m trying to write a book and get it published before the Winter Bear movie comes out. I want to expose the real story behind, not the watered-down, kiddy version of it.”

She piques your interest. “Go on.”

“In return, I’ll help back up your article, I’ll even reference and credit you for aiding me in the research. As long as we’re able to complete the book before the release of the movie, then it’s going to be a hit. Imagine all the clicks you’re going to get in your article after my book is published. You’ll definitely make more than you can ever imagine with any ordinary article.”

“I’ve already received enough criticism as it is with just the trailer. How is a full-length movie and your book going to benefit me?”

“It’s going to be a bit…greedy of me to say, but you aren’t paid by the number of nice comments you get. You get it by how many people click on your online articles. If you ignore the negative comments, didn’t you notice that your pay got relatively higher than normal?”

As much as you don’t want to admit it, it’s true. “Yes.”

“That’s what I’m saying! That’s why we gotta get this finished before the movie. What do you say?”

You fall silent, and it makes Kim think that you actually hung up this time. Talking about the town where the tale of the Winter Bear brings up the memories again. You remember looking down at your small hands, pressing it on the snow as you knelt down. The stiffness in your hands from the cold perfectly describes how you’re feeling right now. It’s strange, when you look back to the time when you were there during winter, it was dead silent.

Your numb hands, stuck in the unforgiving snow, not a sound to comfort you in this recycling memory. It’s strange, it’s only your hands that are cold, not your knees, not your face, nothing. Are you ready to go to that place that you tried so hard to forget? Can you unveil those childhood memories?

You recall that toddler. It was only a split second, but every detail of her is vivid. That baby blue-striped dress, wearing a pink parka over it. Her tiny brown boots treading through the snow, being matted by the pure white. She turns around, and she resembles you a lot.. Her nose red and runny, yet the brimming smile on her face is the only sunlight of that gray memory. The silence is filled with her childish laughter that’s devoid of flaws, as she had yet to be tainted by the world.

“Annie.” Your past-self calls her.

“I’ll do it.”

“That’s great! Then I’ll send you an email and we can set up a day to go to the town. I look forward to working with you in the near future.”

“Yea.”

She hangs up.

“So, what did she say?”

“She wants to work with me.”

“Really?? That’s great! So, how is it going to work out?”

You aren’t entirely sure. You agreed to it on a whim without putting much thought on the consequences. Now you’re a little regretful for saying yes, especially since you don’t want anything to do with it, but since you dedicated an entire article on it, it must mean that a part of you wants to return. You don’t know how your brain works sometimes, like you go into autopilot and another force makes the decisions for you.

“We’re going to the town where that movie took inspiration from, Little Bare.”

———

At the bustling train station, Suniya helps push you through the tight crowd. You keep looking down at your phone, squinting at a picture that Kim took of herself. You’ve never met her in person and most of your conversations with her took place through phone calls and text messages. This will be the first time you’ll see her in person.

“Why the hell is the station so busy on a Tuesday?!” Suniya whines.

Standing right under the ‘Station E’ sign is Kim. She’s a lot shorter than you thought, standing at approximately 4’10”. Her black-framed glasses and messy bun along with her back slouching really gives the impression that she spends a lot of time sitting down, probably reading or researching, and you’re not far from your assumption. She’s focused on writing in her notebook, not paying attention to her surroundings whatsoever, not even caring when a salaryman bumped into her.

“Excuse me, are you Kim?”

She looks up and immediately closes her book. “Hello! You’re (Y/N), right?”

You nod.

She extends her hand out for a handshake, and you take it, taking notice of how sweaty they are. “It’s nice to finally meet you! Is that your agent?”

“Hello, I’m Suniya. We spoke on the phone before.”

“Right, I remember. It’s nice to meet you, too.”

Suniya nods. “Yes. The train should be arriving soon, so do you mind if I talk to you for a bit, Miss Kim?”

“Sure.”

She pulls Kim aside, far enough from you. You know that she’s going to be talking about you, but you don’t pay too much attention to it.

“What is it that you need to talk to me about privately?”

“It’s about (Y/N).”

“Hm? What about her?”

Suniya looks at you, seeing as you’re looking down at your phone. “You see…since I’m not coming on this trip with you guys, can I request you to take care of her?”

Kim is a little taken aback, as you seemed like a fully grown adult who is capable of taking care of yourself. “Sure…”

“You see…she’s a bit…disconnected.”

She wrinkles her eyebrows. “What do you mean by that?”

“It’s hard to explain, but I think she has selective memory loss. She experienced some trauma that still affects her today—so much that she tends to block anything that stresses her out too much because that’s how she’s always dealt with her problems. So if she’s spacing out, then that’s why.”

From the distance, you blend well with the crowd, no different than a modern citizen focused on her phone. You don’t look lost—you look so sure of yourself like nothing disturbs you. Your outward appearance doesn’t make you sound like the description that Suniya gave.

“Selective as in, she can willingly forget things?”

She nods. “I don’t know what happened, but whatever she went through as a child, it must’ve been that bad that she doesn’t have any recollection of it. I don’t mean to scare you, but if she behaves abnormally, don’t be afraid to call me.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take good care of her. If I feel comfortable working with her, then I would’ve long since canceled our plans.” She smiles.

Still, Suniya is unsure. It feels wrong, talking about you in this way.

———

On the train, you and Kim are sitting across from each other. The slight bumps create a rhythmic sound as the train speeds to your destination, and there is a lack of conversation from other passengers with the only voice being the overhead of an automated woman alerting the passengers of their next stops. You sit by the window, watching the bushes pass by faster than the mountains from a distance. Kim is on her laptop, typing at the speed of light.

“I might be prying a bit too much, but there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask.”

“Hm?”

“Have you been to Little Bare before?”

You don’t respond—you don’t even look at her.

“Sorry, I stepped over the line. I was just curious because you seem to have more information than your typical person—”

“Yea, I went there once.”

She wasn’t expecting you to answer, so she stutters with her next line of words.

“My family and I went on a road trip during winter break. We got stuck in a blizzard and stayed at the inn there until it died down.”

“Oh, that’s very interesting!” She puts it down in her notebook. “Do you remember what you did there?”

“…Not really.” You lie.

“Oh…” She clears her throat to get rid of the uncomfortable atmosphere she created. “Well…it’s a good thing we’re going back. It’ll help you regain those memories again.”

“How did you know that I went there before?”

“I just assumed because you seem to know a little more about that folklore, not the watered-down version of it.”

“Yea.”

After that, neither of you say anything. This must be what Suniya was saying when she said that you don’t look like you’re paying attention, or you’re distracted by something else. She keeps herself busy by going back to her notebook.

———

At Little Bare, you and Kim exit the train. The wind blows against your hair, giving you the chills. You put your hands in your pocket while you stare at the town that haunts you. Every building is made out of wood, and the newer ones are built from bricks. The town is so small that you can see where it ends from the other side.

“It’s so cold! It’s supposed to have its first snow tonight, so it makes sense. But holy crap…I already can’t stand it.”

The train leaves, leaving you and Kim in a town nearly desolated. It lacks human contact, not a single person in sight. And there it is again—the dead silence. It was there before, and it hasn’t left. You wouldn’t describe it as nostalgia, but a boogeyman welcoming you back to your nightmare.

“Where do we even go?”

“I think down here.”

You walk down the staircase, hearing dead leaves being crushed beneath your feet. You enter through the main entrance of the town with a tall sign towering over you and Kim that reads: ‘Welcome to Little Bare’. You inspect the town, and the buildings made out of wood have turned dark brown after soaking in morning fog and rain. Resting your hand on the walls seems like it’s enough to give you splinters. It isn’t only the buildings that show after-signs of rain, but the streets as well. There are wet patches in the street, giving off the strong scent of wet black tar.

“Is…this the right place? It looks like a ghost town.”

You shake your head. “It’s exactly the same as I remembered.”

The general store is still there the last time you were here, one of the first buildings you’ll see when you enter this place. Directly across the street is the bar, just as empty as it was in the past during the day. The only difference is that everything has aged dramatically, those twenty years taking a  toll on the town.

“Where is everybody?”

You shrug your shoulders.

“There’s no reception here because of the high elevation, so I can’t pull up a map. There’s no physical map of this place either.”

You and Kim creep into the town more, with her peeking through the large glass windows of the general store. Her eyes light up when she sees someone standing by the front cash register. An elderly man, sitting on a chair with his back slouched, reading a newspaper.

“Oh, there’s somebody there,” you point at the man. “Let’s ask them for directions.”

You both move closer to the store, and once you’re close enough, the old man notices you two. When making eye contact with you two, Kim waves her hand as a means of greeting him. Rather than returning the greeting, the elderly man grabs a broomstick and walks out of the store, raising the broom over his head and jogging right toward you two.

“Get the hell outta here before I beat your asses myself!”

You and Kim step back, raising your hands to defend yourselves. She grabs onto your arm, and you cling onto her sleeve.

“Wait, wait, wait!” She shouts. “We’re just tourists!”

“I said get outta here! We don’t need no city people here to take what’s ours!”

“We’re not here to take anything!!”

“I said get out!!”

“What’s going on?!” An overweight woman runs out of the room. “Honey! What the fucking shit are you doing?!”

The man stops and turns around, seeing his wife marching after him. She slaps him on the back multiple times, so much that he drops the broom and waves his hands as a means of protection. After hitting him until he’s tame, the woman turns to you and Kim.

“I’m so sorry for my husband. We just had some unwanted guests come by a few days ago givin’ us some papers to sign thinkin’ we can’t read shit, so we’re all on guard,” she puts her hands to her hips. “The name’s Margaret, and this brainless man is Gerald. So, what brings two beautiful, young women here?”

You two look at each other, then back at the woman.

“Uhm..My name’s Kim. We’re here to research the myth of the Winter Bear.”

Upon bringing up the name, Margaret’s smile disappears. “Oh god…you really are just like them. So then, you girls better give me one good reason to welcome you guys in. Otherwise, I’m gonna have to kick your asses outta here.”

And just like that, someone who you two thought was civilized quickly turns sour. Knowing the amount of pain that she can enforce, you and Kim are faced with a ticking time bomb. Kim desperately flips through her notebooks, seeing if she can show any of her records to impress her.

“Uhm…wait, please, Mrs. Margaret! We don’t know who you’re talking about, but w-we have no intention of hurting anyone. I-if you look at my notes, you can tell that I’m genuinely interested in writing about this myth! Y-you see, I’m an author, and Miss (Y/N) is a journalist. We’re working together!”

But this doesn’t convince Margaret at all. She glares at you two, picking up the broom Gerald dropped. Kim freaks out more, seeing if she can find anything to offer.

“We have money! We can pay for anything!!”

That doesn’t work either. For a writer, she does a poor job of persuading. You try to think of anything to support Kim. You look around, biting your nail as sweat begins to form. You hate this—being put on the spot to problem-solve. It makes you dizzy, making you want to escape as soon as possible.

You squeeze your eyes shut, thinking of the first thing that comes to mind. “I’ve been here before!”

Margaret stares at you, raising an eyebrow. You got her attention, so you take this chance to breathe.

“I came here during winter…when I was a child.”

The fury burning underneath Margaret’s eyes turns into sympathy. She lowers the broomstick, tears forming in her eyes as if she reunited with a long lost relative. To your surprise, she wraps her arms around you, catching both you and Kim off guard.

“You poor girl.”

Kim is absolutely confused. She looks at you in hopes of getting an explanation, but your expression is blank. You’re overwhelmed with multiple emotions, coming all together at once unsure of how to express them at once. It’s like when all colors come together to make white. The only thing you can do is hug her back.

———

On the second floor of the general store, you and Kim are sitting in their almost run-down kitchen. The flowery wallpapers are peeling, brown and yellow stains running down until it hits the dusty floorboards, and age-old grease stains and black food chunks occupying the stove. There’s also a gigantic hole in the ceiling.

Margaret sets down a tray of hot chamomile tea on the table. “Sorry for our shitty first impression. Things have just been so heated lately that we’re stressed out of our minds.”

You and Kim take a cup, blowing it before drinking, but Kim drinks it without issue. You want to rest your arms on the table, but it’s so sticky that it makes you quiver just thinking about the last time it was ever cleaned.

“It’s okay! From the looks of it, you guys went through a lot,” Kim replies in an optimistic tone. “What happened?”

Margaret grabs a nearby chair and sits down, placing her elbow on the table without hesitation and running her hand through her gray, curly hair. “We got these big companies, Dismaland or whatever the fuck their name is, demanding that we turn our town into a tourist attraction for a  movie they’re making. You know, those family-friendly kinds. I dunno much ‘bout it since the mayor is the one who spoke to them, but we turned it down. Since then, they’ve been harassing us to sign their papers, so every young-lookin’ person dressed almost like you guys, we try kicking them out.”

You never realized how bad it’s gotten here. It was just as hostile as you remember in your memories, but a little worse since your parents were there to defend you.

“I swear to God, we’re nice people, but we gotta put up our guard if those bastards keep on coming back,” she sighs heavily. “But to be brutally honest, I really do think we need the money. As you can tell, our place is a shithole, and those big guys are willing to give us a small portion of the money.”

“But it isn’t really about the money, is it?” You ask.

She doesn’t respond immediately. Rather, she nods.

“You’re damn right. Those corporations don’t realize that they’re creating the biggest graveyard in history.”

Kim’s eyes widen, covering her mouth as she stares at you and Margaret. “No way…you mean to tell me…”

Margaret nods again. “This ‘Winter Bear’ ain’t no fable. It’s real.”

Kim places her hands flat on the tables. “Kids actually go missing?! I knew it! Everything was just too suspicious to be simply a story.”

“Yea, so even if we need the money to keep the town going, we ain’t gonna risk some kids’ lives for it.”

“Wait,” Kim pauses. “So then…if the disappearances of children are real, then what’s the actual cause of it? Don’t tell me it’s actually a bear.”

She shakes her head. “We don’t know either. All we know is that once the kids go into the forest, they don’t come back.”

Margaret glances at you, but you avoid her gaze. You act as if you have nothing to do with the conversation, sipping the tea.

“But that doesn’t make sense. Bears hibernate during winter and these disappearances happen around this time. Wouldn’t it make more sense that it’s some other animal or a person? Not a bear. And onlywinter?” Kim scratches her head.

“Not to sound like a smartass, but bears actually don’t hibernate.”

“What?? Really?”

“They sleep longer during the winter to save energy, but they wake up in case of danger or hunger. It is possible that you can still encounter a bear.”

“So then…do you think it’s possible that bears eat the children due to the lack of food?”

Margaret shrugs her shoulders. “That could be it, but let me ask you this: wouldn’t you think a bear would leave traces of the child? Clothes? Blood? Something? They disappear into thin air, almost like they never existed.”

This sends chills down Kim’s spine. She’s heard of this many times, but hearing it from an actual resident who has lived through children going missing is terrifying…but also intriguing.

“That means that we have to check the forest! Wait, Miss (Y/N), you said that you came here before. If kids go missing, then how did you survive?”

You stare at the wall, noticing how particularly yellow it is. Judging by how dirty the place is, it makes you wonder if the wallpaper was white but got stale as time went by. You’ve been very quiet, not bothering to put your input, and this concerns Margaret. She knew that Kim was stepping over her boundaries.

“…(Y/N)?” Kim asks. “Are you okay?”

“Huh? Oh, yea, I’m fine.”

“After your tea, I can show you young ladies where to go for the inn.”

Kim doesn’t read the atmosphere, not seeing how uncomfortable you’ve become. You clench onto the teacup, pinching the handle with all your might. You were confident when the thought of coming here sprung up, but being physically here is more demanding than you could’ve ever imagined.

———

Some time has gone by since the visit to Margaret’s place. She showed you two around the place, introducing you to some of the residents. Some of them you remember, but others you don’t. They don’t recognize you either, and Margaret is kind enough not to share your name with them. Once she’s finished showing you two around town, she eventually leads you two to the inn.

In the room, Kim is taking a shower while you sit by the edge of your bed. Despite struggling to find reception, the inn miraculously has some, although a bit slow. You have over fifty text messages from only two people—Suniya and your mother. Both of their messages are asking how you and Kim are doing. However, you turn off your phone, sighing as you toss it aside. You lay on your back, staring at the ceiling fan blanketed with dust. The fan itself looks like it’ll fall any second, seeing as it shakes even from the lightest movement.

You were naive to think that your problems will be solved if you stepped into Little Bare again. It’s more complicated than you expected, and now you want out. However, you’ve already promised to work with Kim; you can’t break the deal. You wish Suniya was here to yell at you, to tell you that you’ve made a dumb decision. That way, it would at least sound like she cares. Even though you’ve gotten to know Kim a little more, it still feels like you’ve stranded yourself on a foreign land.

And that image of the little girl, Annie, continuously appearing every time you close your eyes. Every corner of this town reminds you of her, like a ghost haunting you. You can sense her presence in the corner of the room, purposely watching you with hollow, blackened holes for eyes. She’s standing there in her pink parka and blue-striped dress, waiting for you to make your next move.

You groan, rubbing your eyes. You apply enough pressure that your eyes are being pushed back, rubbing so fast that your skin turns red. No matter how much you try to push the thoughts away, she just keeps coming back. Just as Kim exited the room, you get off the bed, taking your jacket and heading straight to the door.

“Where are you going? You look like you’re in a rush to start a mission.”

“It’s too small in here. I need some fresh air.”

“O-oh, okay…but please stay safe! Who knows what kinds of creeps are out there.”

“I will. Thanks.” You open the door and close it behind you.

———

You walk around, hands in the pockets of your jacket. There is no wind, but the drop in temperature stiffens your muscles. Just like in the morning, no one is occupying the streets. It’s just you, alone, with your bothersome thoughts. It manifests into a black aura, clinging onto the back of your head.

You thought about heading to Margaret’s place just to get things off of your chest, but you change your mind. She never directly stated it, but she knew who you were and what you went through. It was an odd moment that she sympathized with you without knowing exactly what had happened.

A flashy neon sign catches your attention. It’s in the shape of a brown beer bottle, pouring bubbles into a glass wine. It’s the bar that’s across the street of the general store called Bar & Grill. You’re not a drinker, but when your stress gets overwhelming, you tend to be persuaded by the lust of alcohol. Wanting to get rid of this black aura looming, you make the decision to enter the bar.

———

Your head is on the counter table, your arms around it to hide your red face. The inside of the place has very few people, only a few men who just came back from work, but even these men are barely whispering a word. The bartender stands on the other side of the counter, cleaning the glass cups with a white cloth.

“Hey, Miss. Do you have someone to take you home?”

You groan.

The bartender sighs. “You’re a young woman. Do you know how easy it is to be preyed on?”

“I can…handle myself,” you raise your head up, one eye open. “I practically raised myself! What makes you think I’m irresponsi…ble? You dunno me.” You slur your words.

The bartender sets the cup down, putting her hand on her hip and leaning on the counter. She isn’t sure if your red, watery eyes are because you drank so much or if you’re becoming emotional.

“You’re one of those researchers that came here earlier today, huh? Marge told me,” she shakes her head. “Jesus Christ, you city people really don’t know the limits to drinking.”

Next to you are five empty beer cups with the foam sliding down on the sides. You snicker at how much you drank, followed by a hiccup. “Wow, you’re right. I’m usually good at self-control. I know how to control my problems, but tonight is not one of those times.”

“It’s not that you’re good at controlling your problems. You’re just good at avoiding them. Marge told me about you, and no offense, but she thinks it’s fucking strange that you don’t look like you’re bothered that your sister was taken away by that monster. But I disagree. You’re pretending like it ever happened.”

“Excuse me? Who are you to assume how I feel??”

“Our place is practically off-coordinates with maps, but we still have those runaways who come to the bar every so often. You’re no different from them. So…”

“What?”

“Do you want to talk about it?” She crosses her arms. “I won’t tell anybody. We pretend that tonight never existed.”

You rummage your hand through your messy hair, calming down. It might be the toxication persuading you, but you’re not comfortable telling her.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Oh really?”

“I don’t want to, and it’s because I don’t know how to talk about it. If I can’t even talk to my mom about it, then why the hell do you think I can tell you? When I did want to bring Annie’s disappearance up, my mom would change the subject. It’s not only that, but it was like…she wanted to make me disappear too. And I know it’s because she fucking blames me for losing her, and seeing my face reminds her that she lost her baby. She always favored Annie anyway, so it wasn’t surprising that when she went missing, she…she said…”

You have a flashback of when you were a child during the aftermath. You and your parents returned safely home but without Annie. Your six-year-old mind thought that if you stared at Annie’s cradle in your parents’ bedroom every so often, she would magically return. But to your dismay, your efforts were in vain, and she never appeared.

One night, you woke up from a repeating nightmare of the day you lost her, so to soothe your racing heart, you jumped out of your bed and ran to their bedroom to look at her cradle, praying that she’s there. But rather than seeing your parents asleep, they’re sitting by the edge of the bed. Your mother is curled into a ball, sobbing profusely while your father makes attempts to comfort her with shallow pats on the back. In between her cries, you heard:

“Why couldn’t it have been (Y/N)?”

Returning from a trip to the past, taking your wallet out and paying with cash. You put on your coat and head straight to the exit.

“Where are you going?” The bartender asks.

“To sleep.”

You march right out the bar, massaging your head. After opening the doors, you step out and nearly tripped. For a second, your foggy mind thought you stepped through a hole, but it turns out to be snow. Some time has gone since you’ve been holed up in the bar that it already began snowing and it’s piled up.

You wobble to the empty forest, leaving a trace of your footprints. You despise being anywhere near the empty forest that surrounds Little Bare, but with alcohol, you think you’re invincible. You stand in front of the forest, being unable to see into the distance with the fog blocking your view. But amongst the fog, there is an apparition.

You squint your eyes, but they fail to make sense of what stands far away. But what you can make of the figure is that it’s small and crouched over. It’s alive, moving around but at the same time, staying in the same spot. It isn’t far, but it isn’t that close either.

Your mind immediately draws to that apparition being a bear. That bear that took everything away from you–your little sister, your chance at a childhood, a shot at a proper adult life, everything. Anger spurs within you, no longer having that rationality in your fragile mind. Within a spur of impulse, you pick up a rock the size of your hand, pulling it back and throwing directly toward the bear.

“FUCK YOU!” You shout from the top of your lungs.

Despite the influence of alcohol, you nailed the apparition right at its head. It falls to the ground, the sound of a ‘plop’ echoing. In that brief act of revenge, victory overcame you. You nearly raise your hands up in celebration, thinking that you defeated your arch-nemesis. But you manage to return to your senses, realizing that the apparition isn’t a figment of your imagination…but an actual person. Then your adrenaline fades away.

You trek through the thick snow, hopping through it until you enter the forest, whilst tripping and stumbling. You lean over the black figure, rubbing your eyes to make sure that what you’re seeing is real. Unable to stand straight, you fall backward and land on your bottom. After blinking, dread sets in when you realize that it’s a child.

“Oh my god…oh no…help…”

You try to stand up to look for help, but once you do, your vision turns black and you become light-headed. Nausea hits you, wrapping your hand around your stomach to control your gag reflexes. The alcohol, lack of food and water, combined with the high elevation comes altogether, making you fall down again.

As your eyelashes flutter, there’s a flashlight illuminating from the direction where you came from. Just when you’re about to close your eyes, the young boy’s body grows exponentially, growing to an exact size of a fully-grown adult right before you.

———

“Mom! Dad! I made a best friend!! He lives in a cave in the forest with the black trees…No! I’m not lying. He really does live there! He’s six years old like me…What? He’s real!! He doesn’t live with a mom and dad, but he said that he lives with kids like me and him too…

“And I told him that I would show him Annie, too…”

“Don’t…!” You sit up in an unfamiliar room in a cold sweat and heavy breathing.

You’re on a clean bed, made of pure white. On the walls, there are drawings of the human anatomy, motivational quotes plastered on a piece of paper with words such as ‘an apple a day keeps the doctor away’ and ‘be calm and exercise’.

Next the bed is Kim, startled by you suddenly waking up. “(Y/N)?! Are you okay??”

You look at your hand that’s trembling violently, but now that you’re conscious, the hangover hits you hard like a bullet. That massive headache and your stomach twisted in a knot. There’s a lump in your throat with the urge to throw up, but there’s nothing that’s coming out.

“Where…is this place?”

“It’s the clinic. The bartender found you unconscious with a man in the woods and thought that he was trying to take advantage of you.”

“A man…?”

You search through with what very little that you remember last night. You went to the bar to waste away, then you walked out. There was someone in the forest—a young boy. It was too dark to make sense of the boy’s details, but you just knew based on his shape that it was definitely a male.

“No…no…” You squeeze your eyes shut, enduring the pestering headache as you shake your head. “It…it was a boy. A kid.”

“What?” She raises an eyebrow. “There were no kids around, just the man. They’re interrogating him right now.”

You don’t recall a man being there. You must’ve been that fucked up to mistaken a man for a child. Even though it shouldn’t be an issue, it’s bothering you a lot. You remove the blanket, attempting to get out of bed before Kim stops you.

“What are you doing??”

“I have to see the man.”

“No! The doctor advised that you sit. You haven’t been eating, so you’re light-headed.”

“Let me see him. I need to.”

“Stop being crazy and just rest! They made food for you, so just eat and sleep.”

She puts her arms on you, but you gently push her hands away. “I will after I see him.”

You get out of bed, trying to stand but the light-headedness sets in. Your vision turns black briefly, causing you to stumble over your feet. Kim comes to the aid, helping you balance.

“See? I told you. Just rest.”

“No…I’m good. Do you know where this guy’s room is?”

Seeing how adamant you are about it, she decides to give in. “He’s in the room next to you.”

You head out of the room, walking slowly so that you don’t fall, then exiting the room. In the halls, there’s nobody, making it easier for you to head into the other room without any interruptions. You twist the doorknob, swinging it open to find the doctor and policeman, assuming by the uniforms that they’re wearing for their designated jobs. They turn to you, caught off-guard by your entrance.

The man that you’re looking for is on the bed, tilting his head when you two make eye contact. He has a long face, void of a smile. His black hair is frizzy and curly, strands of it flying all directions as if he just woke up. There are bandages wrapped around his head. After that short contact, he looks away, grabbing the doctor’s sleeve and using it to hide his face.

“Miss (Y/N)? What are you doing up?” The doctor asks.

Kim follows from behind.

“Miss Kim, I told you to watch over her.”

“I’m sorry…but she was persistent in seeing him.”

“Him…?”

Now that you have gotten your opportunity to meet with the man, you don’t know what to do. You stand still, at a loss of words when you meet the man that you ran into the forest. Perhaps you really did run into a man, not a child. You were under the influence, after all.

“Miss (Y/N),” the policeman starts. “Since you seem well enough to be standing, can I have a word with you?”

“Sure…”

———

“Amnesia?”

Returning back to your room, the policeman explains what they were discussing earlier. Kim had returned to the hotel room to give you and the police some privacy, and the doctor is staying with the man.

He sits with his hands folded on his lap, giving you a serious expression. “Yes. It’s a minor blunt-force trauma to the head, like something no bigger than a rock.”

“Oh my god…I was the one who hit him.”

“Did he try to assault you?”

You shake your head. “I did out of anger, but not at him. I was drunk and wasn’t thinking clearly.”

You fear that you’ll get in trouble, but you’re more fearful of the condition that you left the young man in. You weren’t expecting your throw to be that strong. The policeman scratches his beard, figuring out what to do in this situation.

“For all I know, you could be lying.”

You gulp.

“But hey, you could also be telling the truth. We don’t know until we check out the scene and hear his side. He doesn’t remember crap—not even his own name. For now, we’ll continue the investigation.”

You sigh in relief, but that still doesn’t deter the guilt from you. The man is a victim of your outlash, and it’s natural for you to want to make up for what you’ve done, even if it’s minor.

“Uhm…how is he…? The guy, I mean.”

“Other than the total amnesia, he’s in a healthy state. It’s strange, though. Other than a large coat, he was wearing a thin layer of clothes, but his body temperature wasn’t affected by the cold. We don’t have young people living here either, so it’s a mystery where he came from.”

He stands up from the chair, walking to the door.

“Well, it’s nice meeting you, Miss (Y/N). If you remember anything, then don’t be afraid to come to me. My name is Sheriff Tusk, and I’ll be in the police station often.”

“Okay, thank you.”

Sheriff Tusk walks out, leaving you alone. You fall back, resting your head on the pillow as you exhale. So much has happened in a short amount of time that it’s difficult to believe that all this actually happened. Even if you got away with being put to jail, you feel immensely guilty for hurting him.

———

The next day, you’ve been discharged from the hospital, suffering only from lack of nutrients and a hangover. Kim is in the room with you, helping you pack your things. Neither of you say much, focusing on putting your belongings away. You keep thinking about the man next-door, wondering how he’s doing. You keep stealing glances at Kim, wanting to ask her if you two can visit him but never gathering enough courage to actually ask her.

“Are you ready?” Kim asks as she puts the last folded shirt into your luggage.

“Hm? Oh, yea.”

You take the luggage from her and head to the door. Kim looks at her phone, once again, seeing that her phone has low reception. You pass by the man’s room, stopping in front of it and nearly causing Kim to bump into you.

“Whoa, what’s going on?”

Without a response, your eyes lay heavily on the door, struggling with the debate of whether or not you should enter.

“…(Y/N)…?”

Eventually, you make the final decision, approaching it and your hand grasping the doorknob. You pull the door open, making Kim confused, but not stopping you from continuing.

Inside the room, your peer at the bed, seeing the man sitting upward with a movable table that has a tray of food on top. He holds a cup of pudding in his hand, eating the chocolate-flavored dessert faster than the sound of light. He eats as though he hasn’t eaten in days, the pudding smearing on the corners of his lips.

It takes a moment for him to sense your presence, jolting and freezing when he sees you. You blink profusely, looking around the room nervously. You wanted to see him again, but you didn’t think about what, or if, you wanted to say something.

The man holds the end of his blanket and pulls it up.

You scratch the back of your neck, looking only at the corner of the room. “Hi, uh…I don’t think I’ve ever formally introduced myself. My name is (Y/N).”

You move closer and extend your hand out, but it makes the man flinch. Seeing that he doesn’t want to accept your hand, you pull it back.

“I don’t know if the doctor told you but…I’m the one who threw a rock at you, which is why you have that injury. I came in to say that I’m sorry.”

He doesn’t respond to you. Rather, he stares as if he’s fearful for his life, his pupils shaking from seeing you. You take one more step, wanting to get to know him, but it makes him flinch.

“I hope you—”

“S-stay away from me…” He whimpers.

His voice is deeper than any man’s voice, and yet his tone is like a scared child. Even the way he pronounced each syllable is with a lisp and not proper, as if he’s slurring. Despite his masculine outlook with his broad shoulders, tall height, and sharp eyes, underneath that shell, he’s fearful and small.

On the right side of you is the bathroom, the door open. You face the mirror, looking at your reflection. You see yourself as an ordinary person, but this man probably sees you as something, not someone, else in his reflection.

Kim puts her hand on your shoulder, pulling you back gently. “Miss (Y/N), I think it’s better to leave him alone.”

You know it’s better to do that, but there’s an urge within you, pushing you to stay. There’s an internal battle between you and yourself, the desire to stay and talk to him but leaving him alone to rest. Ultimately, you choose Kim’s suggestion.

You take a few steps back, your courage slowly being broken down with each step. “S-sorry…”

Breaking from a blanked trance, you abruptly pace out of the room and to the lobby. Kim is left confused, her head turning back and forth between you and the man.

“Sorry about bursting into your room. I pray for a healthy recovery.” Kim runs off to find you.

———

You stand just outside the small and aging medical building, Kim eventually catching up to you.

“Hey! What was up with that?”

No response.

“Miss (Y/N)…? Hello?”

“I…I don’t know.”

You couldn’t quite understand it either, unsure of what it was that made it okay to visit him. Despite his amnesia, it seems like he’s aware that you’re the one who injured him. With your behavior worrying her, Kim puts her hands on your shoulders, shaking you slightly.

“Do you know that guy?”

“No…no, not really.”

This is the first time you’ve met him, but there’s something about that man that you can’t put your finger on it. Perhaps it’s the guilt talking to your rationale or the urge to talk to somebody who’s close to your age. You just can’t let go of this.

“Well, you shouldn’t worry about it. The sheriff let you off, so you don’t have to take care of him.”

What Kim says floats over your head. You’re not doing this to appear like a law-abiding citizen. There’s this unconscious instinct that’s pulling you to him. It sounds unrealistic and dramatic, but there’s no other way you can describe this feeling. You turn around, staring at the medical building.

———

“What do you mean I can’t visit?”

In the main lobby, the doctor is sitting behind his desk, reading the newspaper. He lowers his glasses to give you a hollow glare. It’s the next day, and you decided to visit the man a second time but your visitation has been turned down by the doctor.

“Visiting without the patient’s permission, especially consistently, is harassment. I’ve been notified of what happened yesterday, so to protect each patient’s safety, I advise that you leave him alone.”

“But I’m not doing anything bad. I just want to talk to him.”

“I know you don’t have malicious intentions, but he’s still recovering from the head injury. Plus, the police are investigating, so it’s better if you leave him alone to avoid trouble.”

“I know, but…” You trail off.

“And you should be resting as well. You’re slightly anemic and are lacking some sugar in you. I’d say run to the store and buy some ice cream.”

Despite that, you stand still. Eating for your physical health’s sake isn’t your priority, but to see the man again. The desire to see him is just as haunting as seeing delusions of your little sister.

He raises an eyebrow, folding his newspaper up and leaning over his desk. “Why are you so persistent in talking to him? From as far as I can tell, you two don’t know each other.”

He’s asking a question that you don’t know the answer to. He waits for a response, but nothing. You seem hesitant, figuring out why it’s your first instinct to see him. You just have to, but if you tell him that, then he’ll most likely kick you out anyway for an absurd reason.

Seeing as you won’t say anything, he leans back, returning to his newspaper. “Well then, I’m sorry but without a proper reason, I can’t let you see him.”

“But…!”

He sighs, losing his patience with you. “I will call Sheriff Tusk if you don’t leave us alone.”

With the threat of police involvement, it pulls you back. You turn to the door, your shoulders raised up.

“Damn city people, thinking they can do whatever they want.” The doctor whispers.

You stop in your tracks. Normally, you don’t let insults like these get to you, but his tone made it seem like you’re scum. You’re not being stubborn because you think you’re superior to the rest of them, but he paints it that way.

With your eyes filled with red, you spin around, marching right back at the doctor. He notices right away, lowering the newspaper and preparing for an attack from you. You clench your fist, getting ready to let him know what’s been in your mind and conveying that through a punch.

But you purposely look away from him, looking at the corner of the room, your inner voice telling you to stop. When you get to his desk, you nearly slam your hand on it before the last nanosecond, pulling the force back and your fists making a soft landing.

You stare straight into the doctor’s shaking eyes. You exhale heavily, cooling down your temper. “Sorry. I just wanted to say that mold is growing in the corners. You should give it a look.”

He raises an eyebrow, questioning your mental state. Absolutely nothing made sense, not even to you. You turn around and pacing out of the building. He fixes his glasses, having no clue what just happened. He looks at the corner, seeing the black mold growing.

———

Outside of the medical building, you crouch into a fetal position, hiding your face in your knees. You don’t know what’s going on with you. You don’t have full control of your body, and it’s scaring you. One second, y

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Sow Burn, Romance, Angst, Fantasy

Word Count: 25k

Summary: Freesia Island has the greenest Summer, calmest Autumn, and purest Winter. But their Spring has so many flowers that the land itself becomes a rainbow. It’s a place that you’ve always wanted to travel to after hearing the tales of that island. And one day, you finally got to be there in person, but not being forced into an unwanted marriage by the king himself.

Part One: Here

Pressing the tip of the pen on your paper, the ink leaks out, pouring onto the sheet and soaking into the pages underneath. A pool of blue blood, circling wider and wider onto the paper as your tutor’s words turn to muffles in your ear, going in one ear and out the other as the heaviness in your heart is too heavy to carry anything else.

“Your Highness!” Your tutor shouts.

You raise your head, not necessarily looking at her, but staring through her with your hollow eyes.

“Pay attention, you’ve been zoning out lately. You cannot represent women when you can’t do something as simple as focusing.”

“Sorry…”

Ever since you broke down in front of Jungkook, sleeping hasn’t been easy. You toss and turn in bed often, the ache in your chest not leaving no matter how many times to try to swat it away. The head maid and the tutors aren’t making it easier either.

“Apologies are meaningless if you don’t do anything to piggyback it.”

“Yes…”

———

The summer is getting colder, so you’re finding yourself wearing thicker clothing. If you thought that Spring is cold, then you can’t imagine how you’re going to survive through Autumn and Winter. You don’t even know if the plants are going to make it through the colder seasons either since they’re meant for warmer weather.

After lessons, you notice many of the servants scurrying around in the hallways. You’ve been locked up in this small room with the devil of a tutor all morning, so you don’t know what’s going on.

You tap on the shoulder of a passing servant. “Excuse me, may I ask what’s going on?”

“Your Highness, you don’t know? King Jungkook’s brothers are coming to visit the capital for his birthday.”

Since when were they preparing for his birthday? Also, you didn’t know that Jungkook’s birthday was coming up soon. And his brothers coming? It’s so soon that it makes you nervous just thinking about it.

“Since they’re coming, we’re trying to prepare as many things as possible before their visit as well as for other guests. This will also be a great way to introduce you to many others.”

Suddenly, you regret all those lessons that you ditched or didn’t pay attention to. The etiquette lessons are practically useless unless events like these happen, and now you’re feeling even more anxious. Not only will this be the first time you will be meeting Jungkook’s brothers, but other wealthy people as well. One wrong move, and it’ll tarnish Jungkook’s reputation.

Based on the sort of tone Jungkook uses when speaking about his brothers, you can somewhat tell that he isn’t fond of them. You haven’t spoken to him much since that night. He’s completely recovered from the poison, but he returned to his usual schedule of paperwork and sword training. Because you haven’t shown any improvements in your mannerisms, your lessons have significantly increased, so it gives you less time to make brief conversations with him. It saddens you a bit since those were the few times when you felt free.

“Ah, speaking of the celebration, the head maid would like to talk to you in regards to it.”

You can already tell that this spells trouble. Nothing good ever comes out whenever you’re with the head maid. “Okay, thank you.”

———

“His Majesty’s family are visiting soon. You must prepare to be the best representative as Freesia’s queen. Do not mess this up.”

Just as you thought.

“You must make sure that you do not make a single mistake. Doing so means that it’ll live down in history. Nobody wants humiliation to be remembered, so everything must be absolutely perfect.”

“Yes.”

You don’t look forward to the next few days before his birthday. It’s definitely going to be hard, but you have no other choice but to follow through.

———

And the next few days have been extremely rough. It’s nonstop lessons on nearly everything: the history of Freesia, every aspect of table manners, and the proper way of speaking to others. You have to constantly watch for your posture when you walk and sit. By the end of the day, you’re extremely exhausted, falling onto the bed without changing out of your clothes.

On top of that, you have to take care of the plants, so with so many things on your plate, you just want to sleep the stress away. Other than giving Jungkook the report, you don’t talk to him much. You feel a little embarrassed about what happened that day, and even if you did find the time to talk to him, you have to quickly return to the head maid and finish the rest of the lessons. With each passing day, you dread the lessons more, as you already know that you’re bound to make a mistake on the day of his birthday.

Your feet are killing you. You spent all morning checking the plants, and they haven’t been growing that well. It might be because of the drop in the temperature. While looking through the papers, you know that Jungkook won’t be satisfied with this.

At his usual training place, you see him beating the scarecrow with a wooden sword. He’s drenched in sweat, his white shirt soaked to where you can see his skin from underneath. When he sees you, he wipes his chin with his forearm, breathing heavily as he watches you draw closer to him.

“Good morning, Your Majesty. Here’s the report for today’s garden.”

He takes it from your hand, flipping through the data that you collected. As you glance in other directions, you don’t notice that Jungkook keeps making quick glances at you. He clears his throat, but it doesn’t get your attention.

“Are you tired?”

“Huh? Oh, no I’m fine.” You respond, not expecting him to ask anything at all.

“Every time I see you in the bedroom, you’re dead asleep. Plus, you have eyebags underneath.”

“I do?” You touch below your eyes.

“Are you being overworked?”

You shake your head. “I’m fine! It’s something that I should be able to do.”

But he doesn’t believe you. He makes it apparent that he’s worried, and it’s somewhat embarrassing. It might be your imagination since it’s unbelievable that somebody like Jungkook would be concerned for anybody but him.

“A-anyway…it’s almost your birthday!”

As happy as you try to convey, Jungkook is the exact opposite. If anything, his expression hasn’t changed once.

“I don’t look forward to it just as much as you don’t.”

You’re surprised he knew, but how? Did you make it that obvious? You open your mouth, looking around to say something, but nothing comes out. Since it’s almost his birthday, you’d assume that he’d be excited.

“E-even if you don’t look forward to it, it is the day that you were born.”

“…Yea.”

But with nothing else to share, you stand idly until you can’t handle the silence. You wave goodbye and walk off stiffly. The conversation was particularly off-setting since Jungkook was more serious than usual. He brushed off the topic of his birthday so quickly that you felt like you shouldn’t have brought it up.

———

It’s the day before the birthday ceremony, and everyone is on high alert to make everything as perfect as possible. The head maid has gotten stricter with you, shouting at you for the mistakes that you didn’t even know that you did. The punishments become harsher, turning more physical with the ruler to the hands.

Throughout all this, you haven’t gotten the chance to personally sit down and talk to Jungkook. But what’s strange is that you haven’t seen Taehyung for a while now either. You never see him when there are a lot of people in the same setting—only when you’re alone. But since the castle is riddled with people running about, it’s as if he disappeared into thin air.

By the end of the day, you’re so tired that you could sleep on the floor. You somehow manage to drag your feet to your bedroom, seeing the bed gives you a tiny surge of energy to dash across the vast room and drop your weight onto the bed. You don’t bother with changing out of your dress or wiping the makeup off. All you want to do is sleep.

———

“…Hey…(Y/N)…wake up.”

You hear a familiar voice whisper in your ear. Somebody is shaking your shoulder to wake you up, and it manages to work. Your eyelids feel so heavy that you don’t want to open them, so you groan in response.

The voice sighs. “You’re still in your day gown, and your face powder got all over the pillow. You didn’t bother taking it off?”

“Tired…” You say in a groggy tone.

The person lifts your hand up and inspects it. “Your hands are red. What happened?”

“Hmm…I have a hard time listening…that’s all.”

“Hard time…?” He sighs. “The head maid did this to you, didn’t she?”

You nod slightly. “But it’s okay…It’s not her fault that I’m not good at anything.”

You still refuse to open your eyes, nor do you want to lift your head up. You can feel him stroking his thumb over the red marks you received from the maid. His touch feels so gentle that it’s oddly soothing.

You hear him step away from the bed and the sound of the private bathroom door opens. The sound of water splashing occurs, followed by Jungkook returning and sitting by the bedside again. He cups your cheek and turns your head to face him.

“Stay like this and don’t move.”

A wet cloth touches your face, and your eyebrows twitch before letting him continue with what he’s doing. He wipes the white powder off of your face, followed by him wiping the eyeliner off. He then goes down to your lips, getting rid of the red paint. But you don’t like the feeling of the cloth being pressed against your lips, so you grab his wrist and try pushing it away.

“It feels weird.”

“It’s not good for you to wear makeup while you’re sleeping. Let me finish, I’m almost done.”

Although you dislike it, you let him do what he wants. Once he’s done with that, he goes back to the bathroom and throws the water out, returning once again. You feel his hands wiggling under your back, and you flinch.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything. I’ll loosen the dress for you and help you take the corset off.”

He unties the back of your dress, pulling it down to reveal that you’re wearing another but thinner gown underneath. He then unties the corset and a wave of oxygen enters your lungs. You can finally breathe again. Jungkook doesn’t bother taking off the rest of your clothes, leaving the rest for you to do. The room falls silent for a while once that’s over.

“…What’s it like…celebrating birthdays in your village?”

“Hm? Oh…all of us gathers around the campfire, and we roast a huge pig for everybody to eat.”

“That’s it? No big celebration?”

“What are you talking about? It’s a huge celebration for us. Then again…it’s nothing compared to here. There are so many things you have to worry about that it’s insane.”

“Yea…I wish it wasn’t that much of a big deal either.”

You can feel his hands brush through your hair. This is very unlike Jungkook, who would typically keep his distance from you.

“Do you and your people typically give gifts for birthdays?”

“Gifts? Why would we? Gift exchanges only happen when there’s a wedding ceremony.”

“Ah…is that so?”

You adjust your sleeping position, facing away from Jungkook, which also means pulling yourself away from his hand.

“I’m…sorry if I’m interrupting your sleep.”

You shake your head, eyes still closed. “It’s okay…I don’t mind talking to you as long as my eyes are closed.”

“Really? Why? I’m not an impressive socialite.”

“You don’t have to be. You’re a good listener.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You sure  are strange.”

“What’s strange is that it seems like you don’t ever sleep. Take a break every so often. It worries me.”

You? Worried for him? He can’t believe it. He thought that he was just imagining things. Jungkook covers his mouth with the back of his hand, his cheeks burning up. He can’t remember the last time somebody said that they were concerned for him. Even if what you said caught him off-guard, he doesn’t necessarily hate it.

“You’re definitely a weird person.”

But you’ve already fallen into a deep slumber before you heard him. However, it wasn’t his intention for you to hear him anyway. He brushes the hair behind your ear before leaving the room.

———

FALL

The castle has been decorated with white paper folded into various shapes of flowers in celebration of Jungkook’s birthday today. With the hectic servants running around and rushing to make everything picture-perfect, it’s more grandeur compared to your home; no wonder Jungkook was surprised by how small and quick your birthday celebrations are.

The one thing you hate the most is wearing makeup. They cover your face with a white-powdered substance, and it’s irritating on your face. Not only that, but you still can’t get used to the gowns that you have to wear. You used to wear clothes that weren’t so tight, but now that you’re a queen for thousands of people, the head maid claims that you must also represent what elegant women should wear. Since there are people coming from other countries coming to this island to celebrate, the maids try hard to make you as flawlessly beautiful as they can.

Finally free from the grasps of your maids, you’re walking alone on the second floor, above a spiral staircase and looking down at the entrance of the castle. You crouch down into a fetal position, exhaling heavily as you try to breathe through the corset tied tightly around your waist. Despite wearing these heels not even for an hour, your feet are already in pain.

From the corner of your peripheral, you see somebody getting closer to you. You’re quick to get back on your feet in case it was your head maid, but it’s Taehyung.

“Taehyung! Where have you been? I haven’t seen you in such a long time.”

“Don’t worry about it. I had business to attend to relating to your escape,” he smiles to brush off your question. “You look stunning. Are you ready for tonight? You’ll be meeting Jungkook’s brothers for the first time.”

“Truth be told, I’m not. I just want today to end already.”

“Understandable. Unfortunately, you will have to meet them sooner or later because I just saw a carriage with a man who looks like one of his brothers is arriving soon.”

Your heart becomes heavy just thinking about having to introduce yourself to them. And Taehyung was not exaggerating when he said that they’re coming soon. A man with stunning looks enters. He marches into the castle, craving for attention as he makes every step with his boots as loud as possible. He clears his throat, just waiting to shout whatever he wants.

You look down from the second floor, your stomach leaning on the railings. Thankfully, you’re high enough to where Jin doesn’t notice you, so you can spy on them without eyes weighing down on you.

“That’s the oldest, Jin, and he belongs to the late king’s first concubine,” Taehyung explains. “Even though he’s a bit obnoxious, I hear that a lot of women claim that he’s the most handsome out of the six. He may seem a bit dim-witted, don’t fall for it. He’s really good at reading people’s emotions and knows what to say to get what he wants.”

Although you’re too far to hear exactly everything he’s saying, you can already tell that he’s the exact opposite of Jungkook. The way he approaches the servants, patting them on the back and wrapping his arm around their neck as if they’re friends. Even though you’ve been told that he’s reaching his thirties, he doesn’t look like he’s nearing that age whatsoever.

The brother next to arrive is a lot calmer compared to Jin. His hair is brushed back, and he looks strong enough to carry a horse with that upper-body physique. He walks in with an aura of sophistication that no one can ever imitate.

“That’s Namjoon, and he’s the fourth oldest. He was born the same year as the third oldest, Hoseok. He was known for being the smartest and strongest, but he’s also distant from the other brothers.”

Just as Taehyung speaks, another one enters, and his smile is so captivating that you can’t get your eyes off of him. He seems the most normal, smiling at every servant that he walks past by. Right behind him, another handsome man walks in with his hair as black as coal and a glare so cold that everyone freezes upon eye contact with him.

“Speak of the devil, that’s Hoseok. Before Jungkook, he was ranked the best swordsman. Next to him is Yoongi, the second oldest. I don’t know much about him, but I know he’s the most ruthless.”

And lastly, the fifth oldest enters, giggling as if he heard something funny. He’s talking to a guard, and he seems like the kindest out of all of them.

“That’s Jimin. He’s the fifth oldest, and he lives closest to Freesia.”

With that, you’ve seen his half-brothers. All that’s left is for you to meet them. The thought of meeting them makes you anxious, even to the point where your stomach turns. Not all of the brothers seem menacing based on Taehyung’s claims, but you still can’t get that nervousness that’s stuck in your stomach like an anchor. As much as you want to avoid them, you have no other choice but to come face-to-face with them.

———

It’s time for the celebration to begin, and nearly everybody that has been invited has arrived. People from all areas of the world have come to congratulate Jungkook for turning one year older. In the ballroom, you and Jungkook sit in the back on your thrones, a long line of people extending all the way to the other side, waiting for their turns to hold Jungkook’s hand and wish him a happy birthday. With each person, Jungkook forces a plastic smile but not thanking them in return. Once they leave, he returns to his usual stoic self before the next person steps before him.

Unlike the good treatment he receives, they barely acknowledge you. They glance at you briefly before turning away and whispering in each others’ ears as if they’ve never seen anyone like you before. A few of them do greet you, but it’s one of those greetings that feels very forced and an attempt to not make you seem unusual.

After hours of greeting people, it finally comes to a stop, and Jungkook slumps his back, exhaling heavily. You turn to him, just as exhausted as he is. Keeping a proper posture brings pain to your back,  you feel as if your spine is going to break at any given second.

“Are you tired, too?” You ask.

“I want this dreadful day to end already.” He massages his face.

You’re glad that he agrees with you. Even though he’s the king, some of these people came from far away to visit, so it’ll ruin his public image if he suddenly sent everybody home. When you look closely, you notice that Jungkook is also wearing makeup to hide his eyebags.

“Sleeping is a waste of time, but tonight is an exception.”

You had a feeling that he wasn’t exhilarated, but not despise it to this extent. Although you two haven’t said much, you both express the same feeling.

You watch as the guests gather around the dance floor while the live orchestra plays. They all seem to be enjoying their time here, but something about this seems off. It isn’t like the feeling of misfortune creeping up your spine, more so that you’re not familiar with what’s in front of you.

It’s Jungkook’s birthday, but besides the brief moments of introductions, they’re focused on themselves. Those days spent preparing for this day, people traveling long and far to come here, all for them not to look at him. For some reason, it’s pitiful. It’s no wonder he doesn’t look forward to his birthdays—it’s all a chore only for it not to be recognized.

Jungkook looks at you from the corner of his eye, then looking down at your hands. He notices that the scars that he saw before are gone. On top of that, the skin color on your hand is paler than before. His assumption is that the maids must’ve covered it with makeup powder.

“What’s with the long face?”

You didn’t think you were making faces, but Jungkook must be really good at reading the atmosphere. “It’s just…I don’t get it.”

“Get what?”

“I don’t mean to make it sound selfish but…isn’t the whole reason for this gathering is to celebrate your birthday?”

He raises an eyebrow. “I don’t see where you’re coming from?”

“Back in my home, we come together to eat at a table to wish the person a happy birthday. Here, it feels…segregated?”

You’re not sure if that’s the right word, but that’s the closest to how you can describe it. Jungkook raises an eyebrow, looking at the people who aren’t even batting an eye at him. He looks back to you, seemingly like he doesn’t completely understand what you’re saying.

“Tell me more about your birthday celebrations.”

———

Standing around each other just on the outside of the dance floor are Jungkook’s five half-brothers. They’re all holding wine glasses, observing Jungkook talking to you. His eyes are only on you as you speak, and the only time he isn’t staring at you is when you’re doing hand movements and he looks down.

“I’ve never seen Jungkook like that with somebody before.” Jimin is the first to break the silence.

“Hey, he’s young and that’s his first wife, so it’s no surprise that he’d be interested in women,” Hoseok snickers slyly as he takes a sip of his wine. “He may be our little brother, but he’s still a man.”

Yoongi scrunches his nose. “Why do you talk about him as if he’s precious to you? You don’t even like him.”

Hoseok laughs again because Yoongi saw right through his shallow comments of endearment.

Namjoon rotates his glass clockwise. “Why her of all people? Isn’t she just some barbarian from a remote island?”

“Have you seen the fruits that her people grow? I’ve never seen anything like that before. That’s probably why he married her.” Hoseok tries to make the shape of an oval with his hands.

Rather than being supportive of his little brother being potentially interested in you, Yoongi can only look at you and him with disgust. “He stares at her like she’s important.”

“Hey, what’s wrong with that?” Jimin sneers at Yoongi.

“As a king, it’s their duty to be more focused on the state of the kingdom, not on a person. Holding a single person as valuable as your land exposes you to weakness. What would he do if she were to be killed?”

“Well…”

“He will be too busy mourning and not focusing on leading his land.” Namjoon chimes in.

Their harsh words leaving Jimin at a loss of words. That’s when Hoseok wraps his arm around Jimin and laughs to lighten the mood.

“Hey, Jungkook has always been a stone-cold kid, so if she were to die, he probably would’ve forgotten that they’re husband and wife.”

After being silent throughout the entire conversation, Jin finishes his glass and sets it down on the dinner table. He wipes his lips with his sleeves, not caring if the red wine gets on his suit.

“I’m going to talk to them and get an idea of what she’s like.”

The brothers are hesitant on letting Jin proceed with his plan, especially since his mind can be a bit rash. However, since he’s the oldest, they let him do what he wants, so he marches right for you and Jungkook, watching as trouble is about to unfold.

Jungkook notices Jin approaching you and him, finally breaking his trance from you to him. Seeing as his attention is elsewhere, you turn around and is startled to see how close Jin is. He leans over to your throne, and you would’ve admired his graceful good looks if he didn’t sneak up on you.

“I don’t think we ever got the chance to speak that much.”

What you looked forward to the least has finally happened. They weren’t interested in getting to know you, which played more into your favor of not having to embarrass yourself in front of everybody, but the heaviness in your chest returned the moment you saw Jin inching closer to you.

“Is there something you need?” Jungkook asks with a frigid tone.

Clearly offended by Jungkook’s impoliteness, Jin pulls himself back. “Hey, who are you to talk to your older brother like that?”

But Jungkook’s unfriendliness doesn’t end there. He stares at Jin with dagger eyes, and that alone makes it very clear that he does not want Jin to stay here any longer than he should. Seeing as Jungkook won’t respond to him, he turns back to you with a malicious grin.

“So…was this marriage consensual?”

That question completely threw you off-guard. You pull your head back, almost as if he threw a punch right to your face.

“Excuse me…?”

“Brother, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

But Jin raises his hand up to order him to silence. He won’t let Jungkook ruin his enjoyment. “This is the question I always ask all my brothers’ concubines. Did you agree to the marriage?”

You look at Jungkook for an answer, but he doesn’t know what to say either. That means you’re on your own.

“I did…”

Rather than going along with your response, Jin scoffs at it, rolling his eyes. “What I mean is…did you whole-heartedly agree to the marriage? There was no exchange to be made—no threats involved?”

“I…I…”

This is something you thought about every day, but having a third party shove this in your face is too much. It feels like your vision is becoming blurry, and your head is light. You can’t bring yourself to look at Jin nor Jungkook.

“I ask this because the majority of the time, the women we chose as our concubines almost never have a say in it. That’s just the way we live—men dominate and women are second nature.” He shrugs his shoulders.

You didn’t want to admit it, but it’s true. Ever since you came here, it’s almost like your opinion never matters. With the exception of Taehyung and Jungkook (sometimes), nobody cares about what you think. The manners you’ve been taught exist with the sole purpose of appearing as the ideal woman, but your ideas don’t play a role. Everything your head maid has been teaching is there to keep your personality hidden from the public, and that realization hurts.

“I’m sure you know this by now, but none of us loved our father. If anything, it was a blessing when he died. The only disappointment is that he made that street rat the king of the capital and gave the rest of us natural-born royal bloods in charge of smaller lands. Even you have more royalty compared to him.”

Jin points right at Jungkook. That’s right, you completely forgot about Jungkook’s origins, but he’s not saying anything to stop him from opening his mouth. You were told that he forbade anyone from speaking about his past, but he isn’t stopping Jin.

“We hate our father, but we grew up with him, so we can’t help but become like him. I thought that Jungkook would be nothing like him, but I guess I was wrong. He still married a woman for his own benefit. Did you know, our father had six wives? I wonder how many Jungkook will have.”

With all these words he’s spitting out, Jungkook does nothing to stop this. Even you want him to stop because he’s reminding you of your position. But the more he talks, the more it sinks in that this is going to be the rest of your life. The whole reason you’re talking to Jungkook is to get information out of him for Taehyung, but you’ve been getting too comfortable around him that you let your initial goal slip.

Jin spots that line of vulnerability that you’re showing—that uncertainty in your eyes. “You know what’s interesting about Jungkook’s mother? She sold her body in exchange for money.”

But this triggers Jungkook, and he looks like he’s about to lash out. However, Jin continues just to anger him further.

“But what is there of value if a woman doesn’t value her integrity over her body? Nothing. So then, what makes you think our father decided to make her his last concubine?”

He doesn’t need to say more for you to put the pieces together.

“It’s devastating that she ended up going to heaven along with our mothers and that wrenched father of ours. On the bright side, at least we don’t have to worry about—”

“BE QUIET.”

Jungkook’s booming room makes the ballroom fall silent. He clenches his fist, about to punch Jin but contains the desire to do so. You stand up from your seat, stepping in between to stop the violence from pursuing forward. Without another word, Jungkook walks off and exits the room. You’re about to run after him when Jin stops you.

“There’s no point in following him. People like needs to calm down on their own.”

Although he may be Jungkook’s older half-brother, you have zero respect for him. To be pushing Jungkook to this extent simply for his own amusement is too much. You snarl at Jin, but he returns the look with a side smirk. You run off to find Jungkook, with all eyes on your back as you leave the room.

———

You run around the castle bare feet, holding the heels in your hands. You were running for a while that your feet were beginning to hurt. The long gown is also making it more difficult for you to run, so you lift it up to make it easier to run. Since everybody is in the ballroom, the halls are practically empty, and the only thing you can hear is your feet patting against the floor and your heavy breathing.

You walk around the halls calling his name, but you get no response. Since he isn’t there, you rush to his office, but he isn’t there either. Your last hope is the bedroom, so you head there. Unfortunately, you fail to find him here as well.

Having nowhere else to search, you sit by the edge of the bed, breathing heavily as you finally got the chance to catch your breath. Where could he have gone? He ran off so suddenly that it was difficult to keep up with him. But what did Jin mean when he said that his mother was sent to heaven along with their father? Could it mean that his mother is dead? It could explain why you’ve never seen his mother before and also why he doesn’t enjoy talking about his mother.

While thinking of other places that he could’ve gone, the wind blows into the room, causing it to crawl down your spine. You’re not used to this cold weather, so the chilly gale distracts you from your thoughts. You get out of bed to close the balcony door when you notice someone at the small shed where Jungkook typically practices. Unsurprisingly, it’s Jungkook. Relieved that you finally found him, you rushed out the door and to the garden.

———

It’s even colder outside, and you wrap yourself with your hands. His back is facing you as he stares at the stars. He grew up in this cold weather, so it’s not a surprise that the cold doesn’t bother him. He doesn’t notice you until you get closer and the sound of your gown dragging against the dirt grabs his attention.

“What are you doing here?”

“Did you really think I wanted to be there alone?” You snicker.

You stand next to him but at a safe distance where you don’t touch. He glances down at your dress, and even though it’s dark, he can tell that the ends of the fabric have been torn and you’re not wearing any heels.

“Your feet don’t hurt?”

You shake your head. “Wearing shoes hurt me more.”

From a distance, you see silhouettes of people running through the halls with lanterns. They’re all running frantically as if searching for something.

“They’re probably looking for us. Let’s hide.”

“Where?”

He points to the shed then walks ahead of you. You follow from behind before looking back at the people who are looking for you two.

———

You’ve never been in the shed before nor have you ever thought about entering. Not to your surprise, it looks like any other shed—various types of swords hanging on the wall, a rotting, mahogany table in the center, and lantern that Jungkook is lighting up with a match.

Jungkook sits by the edge of the table, and you do the same since there’s nowhere else to sit. You look down at your feet and see that it’s covered in dirt, but you aren’t disgusted by it. You never wore shoes prior to coming to Freesia Island, so it’s relieving to run around without them. While thinking about the past, you begin rubbing your necklace without thinking.

“You really like that necklace.”

“Oh…” You look down at your necklace, raising it up higher for him to see. “It’s an important part of my family tradition. Whenever a younger generation gets married, we pass it down.”

After saying that, Jungkook scoots away from you. He stares at the ground as he bites his bottom lip.

“I’m sorry. I wasted it.”

“Wasted what?”

“…You got something valuable because you got stuck with me. I dragged you into something you never agreed with.”

Is he thinking about what Jin said to him earlier? He must’ve seen how hurt you were when he was speaking, so it’s finally settling in his head how unhappy you are here. How do you respond to this? You’ve made it obvious that you hate it here, and lying that he didn’t drag you into anything won’t make him feel better either.

“You did,” He looks even more offended, so you desperately think of anything to say to make him feel better. “B-but it’s not so bad now! I mean, it’s tough being an outsider, but I’m getting used to it.”

“Yea, that’s not what you thought when you cried that night.”

“Cried?”

It hits you hard when you’re reminded of your mental breakdown. It’s something that you don’t want to remember since you dislike crying in front of people. Just thinking about it makes your cheeks turn red, so you cover it with your hands and look away from him.

“You don’t have to remind me! Of course I miss my home a lot, but rather than make the topic about me, is there something you want to talk about?”

“What?”

“I dunno. It looks like there’s something bothering you. If you don’t want to say anything, that’s fine. I’m just saying that it’s better to let it off your chest. I promise I won’t tell anybody about it.”

He stares at you suspiciously with an eyebrow raised, but there’s nothing suspicious about your round eyes returning the gaze back at him. He feels a little uncomfortable because it’s still not normal for him to be going to somebody to lean on. Clearing his throat, he thinks about where to start, but nothing comes to mind.

Since he doesn’t have anything to say, you decide to lend a hand. “Is it true that you and your brothers don’t like your father?”

“…It’s true. I despise him with everything I have, and I’m disgusted knowing that we share the same blood. And I also dislike thinking about those men as my brothers. They never treated me like one.”

Jungkook plays with his thumbs, twirling them in circles.

“My mother did have sex with men because it was the easiest way for her to make money. Everybody looked down on her for what she did, but nobody understood that she did it so that we could eat something by the end of the day. She risked sleeping with many dangerous, violent men all for the sake of me.”

He remembers those times when they still lived in the slums of the city, living in an abandoned building infested with rodents and sewage water. Every day, his mother brought another man, luring them in with her captivating beauty and pretending to be infatuated with these lustful men. She did it so often while Jungkook was in the same room that sex was a normal occurrence. Then by the end of the day, his mother would caress his cheek, asking him what he would like to eat. When he looked up at his mother, all he saw were green and purple bruises on her skin.

“Then one day, the king came to town asking for my mother. He was in love with my mother, or at least I think. When I first met him, my mother insisted that I was his son. But truth be told…she slept with so many men that her statement felt like a lie. She must’ve said that to make sure that we would live a life of luxury in the castle.”

He gets a flashback of when he first entered the castle, and it felt gigantic. He had never been in such a vast place before, so being a naive child, he was excited for the life that he was going to live.

“But my mother was treated no differently than when we lived in the streets. She tried her hardest not to show the pain she went through being abused by my father’s concubines. She was the lowest of the lowest, so it wasn’t shocking when even the maids looked down on her. However, I did notice that the higher the position a concubine’s son had, then the more well-respected the mother receives. I thought that if I wanted my mother to live a more comfortable life, then I would have to work hard to impress my father.”

“So that’s when you started training with the sword?”

He nods. “It was hard at first, but I got the hang of it pretty fast. I made sure I scored high on my tests, and it didn’t take long for my father to recognize me. But…after working hard for so long, my father got sick after receiving a wound during a battle and appointed me as heir to the throne.”

“That’s good, right? That means that your mother can live more comfortably.” You say with excitement.

However, Jungkook doesn’t look as gleeful as you. “She died.”

Your jaw drops.

“It’s tradition that whenever the king dies, we burn money and kill his wives so that they can travel to heaven along with him.”

He clenches his fists, refusing to let those memories return. Jin did mention that his mother is no longer with them anymore, but you weren’t expecting her to leave in this fashion.

“When I was recognized by my father, it was the day my mother died. So…those years spent working so hard for the sake of returning the favor to my mother, wasted. She died with the reputation of being a whore, and I couldn’t do anything to show everybody who she truly is. She…sacrificed her body countless times to these wretched men just so that I live an easier life, and I hate that I could never show her how much she meant to me…and everything she did. I never intended on becoming king…I just wanted to protect the person who I treasured the most.”

Just as you thought, despite her image being that of a prostitute, she did it because she loved Jungkook. You can tell that she didn’t care whether or not he returned the favor, she simply wanted him to grow up in a safer environment. The worst part is that her death must’ve been right before he met you because people have told you that he merely became king weeks before he came to your island. That explains Jungkook’s solemn personality when you first met him. It wasn’t that he is a cold-hearted man to the core, he was just mourning the loss of the only person who’s ever loved him.

There’s a lump in your throat, blinking profusely as the tears form in your eyes. Jungkook is taken aback to see that you’re the one who’s crying. He leans forward, using his sleeves to wipe your tears away.

“Why are you crying?”

“I’m sure she knew.”

He wrinkles his eyebrows, not understanding where you’re coming from. That’s when you pull him in for a hug, burying him your shoulder. He’ll probably try to fight you off, but he looked like he needed a hug. You rock him back and forth, and he stares blankly at the wall with wide eyes, unsure of what to make of this intimate moment.

“It hurts, and it’s something that’ll never heal. Her birthdays, death anniversaries, your birthdays, they’ll hurt because she isn’t there to celebrate with you. I know it feels like she left, but she never did. Even if you can’t see her, she’s watching you right now, and she knows that everything you did was all for the sake of her. So…to let your mother rest in peace and to help you move forward, don’t beat yourself down anymore, okay?”

You continue to cry for him, and Jungkook wraps his arms around you.

“Are you an idiot? Why do you feel bad for someone who stole you from your homeland? I’m the one who ruined your life.”

He’s right. You truly are an idiot suffering from Stockholm Syndrome, pitying the man who took everything away from you. But…you can’t forget that time when he held onto you when you cried. There was a middle ground where you two know how it feels like to lose someone important. And for that, he’s glad that there’s somebody like you who understands him and holds onto him.

———

You assumed that since his birthday has ended, you wouldn’t have to worry about tutoring and training sessions, but that isn’t the case. The head maid continues with the arduous teachings. Even though it already feels like a lot that you have to learn, this feels neverending. How much more do you have to learn until you’ve learned it all?

In your dressing room, you’re balancing three books on your head, with each book being at least four-hundred pages. You attempt to keep in balance, making sure that you don’t drop any of the books and keep your back straight. Your head maid walks around you in circles with a ruler in head. You know perfectly well what that ruler is for.

“If the books remain unstable, then it’s going to fall. By not keeping them well-balanced, then it shows that you are incapable of walking like a proper lady. So far, you fail to do so.”

You’ve already gotten used to her verbally abusing you that when she speaks, her voice goes in one ear and out the other. To distract yourself from having to be put down by her, you look out the window to see that the colors have changed. From the green trees and blue sky, it slowly faded to the autumn’s orange and red leaves. The grass is dead now, and there are fields of brown spread across the land. You would be mesmerized with this view had you not have to focus on holding books with your head.

The head maid slaps you on the shoulder, making you jolt.

“Keep steady! Loosen your shoulders, but don’t slouch to where you look lazy!”

You hate this. You absolutely hate this. You’ve had patience with her since the beginning, but you can’t anymore. She’s only doing it because she doesn’t like you. If you were of some other background, she would’ve been easier on you.

Out of irritation, you want to piss her off even more, so you purposely drop the books. Her jaw hangs low, absolutely in awe that you did that. You tempt her, tilting your head and cocking your head to the side just waiting for her to explode.

“You little-!”

She raises her ruler, getting ready to punish you just as she normally does.

“What happened?”

Standing by the door is Jungkook, arms crossed and his shoulder leaning on the door frame. The look of horror on the head maid’s face is laughable, the power she had over you drained. You hide your hands behind your back, looking at your feet as you wait for something dramatic to unfold.

“Y-Your Majesty…! I…”

“(Y/N), show me your hands.”

You stare at him in a daze, unsure if you heard him the first time. “What?”

“Let me see your hands.”

The head maid begins to sweat bullets when you hesitantly show him your hands. He holds them gently, noticing how red they are and old scars all around it. He doesn’t get angry, but it seems like he doesn’t appreciate the scars either.

He raises his head and glares at the head maid. “Have you been doing this to her?”

“Y-Your Majesty, I can explain. This is just a typical process for disciplining the lady.”

He doesn’t look convinced, and this makes the head maid even more nervous. Seeing how scared she of Jungkook, you pity her, despite her inflicting those injuries onto you. You step in between them, letting go of his hands.

“It’s okay, it’s because I never pay attention.”

He can see it in your eyes that you don’t want him to get upset at her. He doesn’t like how forgiving you are, especially since she must’ve made your life hell, but if you don’t want anything to happen, then it’s better for him to forget about it if it means not upsetting you.

“If that’s the case…then is it alright if I take her out of lessons in the meantime? I have something to talk about with her.”

“Please do! N-no need to ask me for permission, Your Majesty.” She bows her head.

You blink profusely. What does he want to talk about so suddenly? He’s never done this before. If it means intervening in your lessons, it must be important. You glance at the head maid, then at Jungkook. He flicks his head to the door, signaling for you to leave. With nothing to say, you exit the room, leaving him alone with the head maid.

Jungkook watches as you disappear from the hall, constantly looking back to see if he’ll follow you. Once you’re far away enough from the room, he leans close to the maid’s ear to whisper something.

“From this point on, (Y/N) will no longer be needing tutoring lessons. And if I see you ever hurt her again, then you will be seeing yourself out of the castle.”

“Y-yes, Your Majesty.”

“Whenever she needs your assistance, don’t even look at her in the eyes. Don’t forget your position, and don’t forget hers especially. You’re lucky she decided to spare your life in spite of everything you’ve done to her.”

“Y-yes.”

“Good.”

He leans back, leaving the room and catching up with you. You saw the whole thing unfold, but you couldn’t hear anything. When you look at him, he behaves as if none of that ever happened.

“What did you say to her?”

“Nothing of value. Now, come on, I have something to show  you.”

Jungkook walks before you and left in confusion, you follow him.

———

In the backyard, you get a better view of what Autumn is like in Freesia. The red and orange leaves are falling off the trees by the second, and the ground is covered with dead leaves. Each step you take, you hear the crunch of the leaves breaking into a million pieces.

The first thing you felt when you went outside of the cold air blowing against you. Despite the thick layers of clothes, it doesn’t protect you from the chilly weather mainly because you’re better suited for warmer climates. Jungkook notices how much you’re struggling with the decrease in temperature.

“Are you cold? You were like this on my birthday, too.”

You shake your head. “No! I’m fine. Now, what did you want to talk to me?”

“Well…please don’t make fun of me when I say this.”

“Say what?”

He pulls up his sweater to hide his flustered cheeks and hides his hands in his pockets. “I thought about what you said…about me overworking myself. Since I have time, I thought I would take this opportunity to relax.”

“That’s great! What do you plan on doing?”

Jungkook crouches down and picks up a single leaf. “Autumn is one of my favorite seasons because when I was a child, the only fond memory I did have was when I gathered the leaves into a pile and fell into it.”

“What…?”

The skeptical expression on your face makes him think that you find this activity to be childish. He turns away, now his entire face turning red as he stands up. He can’t even look you in the face.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to waste your time.”

“No, no, no. It’s not that I think what you did as a child is ridiculous, but I didn’t know that you can do that with leaves.”

“I can show you.”

He kneels down again, using his arms to scoop up as many leaves as he possibly can into one pile. You stand over him, observing intently with what he’s doing. He makes a pile large enough that it’s a little above your knees. Once he’s done, he stands next to you as if waiting for you to do something.

“Is…that it?”

“You’re supposed to jump in.”

“But wouldn’t it hurt?”

“It’s softer than you think.”

You won’t budge. Since you are convinced by what he said, he decides to jump in it. You jolt, about to stop him, then getting on your knees to help him up.

“Are you crazy?! Why would you do that?”

But as you pull him out of the pile, what you see is Jungkook laughing. He’s never laughed this much before, seeing as his eyes squint when he laughs a lot. This is the happiest you’ve ever witnessed Jungkook, and it’s almost weird in a way.

“Try it, it’s fun.”

There are pieces of dead leaves stuck in his hair. You have the urge to pick them out, but he looks so joyful that you don’t want to ruin it. You look around for leaves, gathering them and towering them into a large pile. Even though you make a tower that you believe will support you if you fell in it, you’re still doubtful, so you make an even taller pile. But as you keep piling on, the leaves on the top begin falling down.

“I think that’s enough.”

You stare at him suspiciously, not believing that you’ll land on it safely. Since he won’t say anything, you stand up. Now that you got that done, all that’s left is for you to jump. Right as you were about to fall into the leaves, you stop yourself. The thought of jumping into leaves to kill leisure time and being watched so keenly by Jungkook makes it feel…uncomfortable. You become conscious of what you’re doing, and now you almost don’t want to do this.

You’re really beginning to question what you’re doing here. You were just doing lessons with your strict maid, and now you’re here with Jungkook, about to jump into this pile. You thought about everything you’ve done to bring you to where you’re at, and it’s led to you to this moment.

As awkward as it is, Jungkook is anticipating it a lot, even if he isn’t saying anything. You squeeze your eyes shut, not necessarily jumping in per se, simply dropping your body onto it. Just as Jungkook says, it wasn’t as rough as you first thought. It wasn’t soft either, but the crunchy texture wasn’t tough enough to scratch you.

When you open your eyes, it felt like everything was in slow motion. The leaves were launched into the air after your impact, and you watch as the autumn colors flutter around you. You reach your hand out to grab them, but none of it falls into your hands. Within seconds, everything has fallen to the ground. You sit up, wanting to experience that short-lived fun again.

“Look at you, you have leaves all over your back.”

You remove your hair to the side, feeling your back with your hand to feel the small pieces latched onto your woolen clothes. You pick them off individually, and he scoffs. He helps sweep it off since picking them off is going to take an eternity.

Without telling you, you feel his hand run down your back, though a bit vigorous with his movements. It startles you, but you don’t retaliate with his help. It’s sweet that he’s helping you wipe it off. But touching your back is making you flustered. He never makes contact with you unless he tells you, so this is a bit strange.

“There’s some even in your hair.”

It isn’t easy to take them out with your hair tied into a braided bun. He has no other choice but to pick it out one by one.

“You did it, too, so don’t you have some on your back?”

“I do, but I can take it out later.”

“But what if the servants see? They’ll go ballistic if they found out that we were playing outside.”

“It’s fine. I can always take off my coat and shake it off. My hair isn’t as long as yours, so I can run my hand through it to comb it out. Goodness, you have so much in your hair. You might have to wash it out.”

It was fun while it lasted, but what isn’t great is having to clean up the mess that comes after. It takes a long time before he’s done. Your press your hair, noticing that you have strands sticking out from your formerly neat bun. It might be because he never had to worry about long hair, but he must’ve messed it up as he was trying to clean your hair.

When he’s off-guard, you sneak up behind him, scaring him when you start patting him on the back. “Wh-what are you doing?!”

“Helping you clean your back, too.”

Jungkook doesn’t look like he wants this to happen, but just like you, that he doesn’t want to ruin the mood, so he doesn’t say anything. As it was quiet between you two, but it didn’t feel uncomfortable, at least for you. You keep staring at his hair, noticing how thick his black hair is. His hair has grown quite a bit since the first meeting. Ignoring the dead leaves in his hair, it looks really soft, and you feel the urge to pet it.

Without thinking, you reach your hand out to touch his hair. He jolts, frightened by your touch, and you flinch your hand back.

“S-sorry!” Embarrassed, you slap his back really hard.

“Ouch!”

Because of your rash action, the pieces of leaves scatter in the air, some getting in your eyes. You move back, covering your eyes as you feel them poke your eyes and sinking deeper into your eyes.

“Ow…”

Jungkook looks back seeing you in distress. He scoots closer, moving your hands away from your eyes. Each time you try to open them, the pieces would move with your eyelid, pricking at your eyeball again.

“What happened? Are you okay?”

“I got something in my eyes.”

Your eyes get watery, and you get the urge to wipe them with your hands, but Jungkook is still holding them away from you.

“Let me see.”

He leans his face just inches away from you, opening your eyelid with his hand and searching for the dust that fell into your eye. Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest when you saw how close he was. You tense up, not sure about what to do.

Jungkook begins to blow gently in your eyes to see if he can get rid of it. Your eyes twitch, jerking your head back slightly. However, you remain still, letting him do what he wants. You try really hard not to look at him in the eyes, otherwise, you’ll get flustered again. This close proximity is making your heart beat rapidly.

Even though you told yourself not to look at him, your brain unconsciously directs your eyes to his mouth. Since he’s really close, you can only see his lips. They don’t look chapped whatsoever, and they’re healthily pink. You never noticed that he has a mole under his lower lip. Not only that, but there’s also a scar on his left cheek. There are so many small details about him that you didn’t see the first time, and it makes you wonder if he can notice the little things on your face.

Just thinking about that makes you feel somewhat insecure. Your cheeks turn red, being more conscious about his hand on your face, his thumb holding your eyelid open as he blows in your eye. This intense awkwardness is making you think that your chest is about to explode. You can’t take this anymore, it’s making you feel shy.

Without thinking, you push Jungkook off. He falls into the fallen leaves, the leaves scattering everywhere. You’re so embarrassed that you hide your red cheeks with the palms of your hands. But after that rush leaves, you crawl to Jungkook, hovering over him to check if he’s alright.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that!”

He sits up, rubbing the back of his head, presuming that he hit his head when you pushed him.

“Oh my god, are you okay?”

You lean closer, inspecting his head for any injuries. You sigh in relief to find that there’s nothing fatal.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have touched you without permission.”

“N-no, you didn’t do anything.”

Was the air always this uncomfortable when you spoke to him? You brush your hair behind your ears, your eyes locked to the ground.

You flinch when Jungkook reaches his hand out to brush your bangs as well. Just like when he put his hand on your face, it was very gentle. When you glance up at him, he gazes at you with such care that you’ve never seen before. It’s almost like this isn’t the same Jungkook you’ve always known. He’s sweeter, more playful, and a joy to be around.

Despite the contrast, the man in front of you is still the same. He has the same calm demeanor and looks the same. You can tell when he wants to share things with you, but he doesn’t want to come off as too excited. There’s still that childishness that he has inside of him, but he hides it with his mature side.

“You should go back inside and get your hair fixed.”

He moves away, pretending as if he never touched you. It leaves you surprisingly disappointed that your time with him is ending, despite begrudgingly enduring the uncomfortable atmosphere. Despite barely speaking, it was fun.

“I just wanted someone to talk to. Thank you,” he’s speaking to you, but he has his head turned away. Still, you notice that his ears are turning red. “Maybe during winter, I can show you how to make a snowman or a snow angel.”

You’ve never seen snow before. The closest you’ve ever gotten to snow was when your father described it for you when he saw it. To actually experience snow sounds thrilling.

“I look forward to it! And thank you for taking me out of lessons today.”

“That’s nothing. From now, I don’t think you need it. I’ll see you later.”

You wave goodbye, walking off. You wish you got to talk to him longer, but there’s nothing you can do about it. Your relationship with him has come a long way, and it’s nice seeing how much it blossomed. There’s no more of that lingering dread whenever you’re around him, just comfort, like he’s your friend.

When you turn the corner, you get startled when you find Taehyung just standing there, leaning on the wall. You put your hand over your heart to soothe it, exhaling.

“Oh god, Taehyung! You scared me.”

“You’ve gotten really close with him these days, haven’t you?”

“Huh…? Oh, yea. A lot has happened, so…”

But you let your sentence trail off when you notice that Taehyung doesn’t look happy. He normally treats you with a friendly smile, but he looks a little upset.

“You haven’t forgotten about our plan, have you?”

Mentioning the plan makes you feel bitter inside.

“No, I didn’t.” You look down with shame and shake your head.

“Then what have you been doing? You haven’t been doing your part of the deal.”

“I still am…! It’s just that it…it takes time.”

“I’ve been watching you, and it doesn’t seem like it’ll take that long. All I needed you to do is to find Jungkook’s weak-point. Is that so hard?” He asks with a passive-aggressive tone.

His belittling is irritating you slightly. It’s like he lost trust in you. You’re at fault for not playing your part of the plan, but he never explained why he needs to know Jungkook’s weak spot. How does learning his weakness is going to help you return home?

Home…Every time you thought about it, there was a hollow void that only despair was able to fill in. But now, bringing it up doesn’t hurt anymore. You still want to go home, but it doesn’t have to be immediately either. You want to experience your first snow with Jungkook, and you want to be there when the first day of Spring arrives.

There are things you want to do with Jungkook, and he’s shared so many deep secrets that you feel like a traitor if you left him without telling him. You did this because you thought Jungkook has nothing but malice in him, but there’s more to him than what meets the eye.

When you take a while to respond, that’s when it clicks in Taehyung’s head. “You’ve grown a liking to him, have you?”

Mild panic sets in when his question sinks in. Like him…? Your animosity toward him definitely died down, but not as a romantic interest. You’d like to think that the feeling’s neutral and you two no longer have that gap in between. You know lying won’t convince Taehyung anything, so you can’t beat around the bush.

“He’s not as bad as you think he is.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Are you forgetting who we’re talking about? This is the son of a tyrant, and you think that he’ll be different from his father and brothers?”

You know that, but Jungkook isn’t like them. He didn’t grow up with royalty, and he knows what it’s like to be the lowest of the low.

Taehyung sighs in frustration, pinching his sinuses. “Do you know what happens to the concubines after the king dies?”

You tilt your head, wondering why he brought that up. “Why?”

“If Jungkook dies, then you have no other choice but to die with him.”

The utmost dread sinks into your stomach, weighing you down so much that your knees feel weak. Just like his mother, the second you tie the knock with him, you’re destined to be by his side even after death. Why didn’t it hit you when you learned of his mother’s fate?

You step away from Taehyung slowly, covering your ears as you refuse to listen to him. Sweat starts pouring down your forehead. You just came to terms that this was going to be your life, you don’t want to question it again. Jungkook can’t possibly let you fall into the same fate as his mother. Does he care enough about you to even stop it?

The distraught in your eyes does not give Taehyung any remorse for what he said. The further you step away from him, the closer he gets.

“It has been an integral part of Fressia culture that it’s become normal. That’s why I’m trying to help you, so you can get out of it.”

You shake your head, not wanting to listen to any more of this.

“Then keep with the plan. Now that you know that, don’t let Jungkook get attached to you. Otherwise, when he dies, he’s going to want you to die with him. And don’t cling onto him either. It isn’t like he’ll change tradition.”

Taehyung walks off, leaving you to face the struggle on your own. It was so easy to agree with him and go against Jungkook’s back after what he’s done. But everything isn’t so black and white, just like Jungkook. He may appear cold-hearted, but he has trouble showing that tender side to him. Despite how much you’ve learned about him, there’s st

Oh, baby!

Reader x Yoongi | Part 30//??

Summary ➪ Min Yoongi, is a simple man. He likes his coffee black and iced, he enjoys his job, and he loves his baby girl. But what happens when the new neighbor, quite literally, drops into his life?

Warnings ➪ any typos are mine; uh toxicity?

A/n: A bit of a shorter type of update. Lemme know your thoughts. I always love hearing y’all’s comments on what’s going with the characters. As always feedback is appreciated and encouraged. If you want to be added to the tag list please let me know

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OVERDOSE ON ILLEGALBANGTAN

Rap Monster:/Imitates you complaining and bickering about having to go shopping with him/

Jungkook: “ why are you so messy” /wipes your chin/

/when you visit bangtan backstage/ surprised Golden Maknae

Jimin:/Makes sure you acknowledge his sexiness/

but still acts like a piece of shit

Rap Monster (fight continues during lunch break): “What did you just say to me?”

Jungkook:“Say that again. Go ahead. I dareyou.”

Jin: / sees you walk into the room 10 minutes after the argument and notices that your presence is almost deadly/

Rap Monster: “ Not sure if thats Y/N or satan”

Jin: /half wants to finish the argument/ wants to drop this whole thing and shower you with kisses/

Suga: /talks with a Stylist noona, trying to ignore the anger boiling inside him/

*You mumble something sarcastic obviously directed towards him *

Suga: “ Ya _____!” /Looses his sweg patients and sends you a glare/

J-Hope: /watches you completely ignore him after your disagreement/ “Two can play this game" 

Taehyung: /Says something quite harsh in an interview directed to you but no one notices and watches you leave the room/

Jimin: /Doesn’t know how this even started but he wasn’t planning on loosing/

You two continue to throw insults until you both are practically screaming at each other. The members come in wondering what all the commotion was. Jimin lets out a growl of anger before storming off. 

Hope you enjoyed~ \( ^O^)/

feel free to send any requests in my inbox. I’d be happy to try and finish them quicky. 

i was watching couple prank videos and stumbled upon one that reminded me of taetae lol. soo enjoyyy

Earlier today I stold Y/N’s camera and placed it somewhere she wouldn’t see it but made sure the angle was perfect to get her reaction of what was going to happen in a few mintues. She was a youtuber and constantly played pranks on me. They were funny, she gained million of views from the pranks but today was my turn. When I woke up from my nap, Y/N was in the bathroom messing with her hair. I got out the bed and made my way into the bathroom.

“What you doing?” I grinned while walking up behind her, grabbing her waist in my hands. She smiled at me through the mirror and parted her hair with her comb. “What does it look like Tae?”

“What does it look like Tae?” I mocked her in a high pitched voice.

She rolled her eyes and plugged in her flat iron. Turning her around in my arms, I leaned down to kiss her forehead. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek soflty.

“You forgot a spot…” She blushed after the words came out her mouth, her index finger pointing to her mouth. I grinned and giggled at her. “That was so lame.” I teased her. She smacked her lips and pushed my shoulder back, turning back around to face the mirror.

“The one time I try to be cute…” She stuck her tounge out at me.

I shrugged and moved my hands to reach under her shirt. She placed a bun on the top of her head while the rest was hanging down. She grabbed the flat iron and started to flat iron a section of her hair. I stepped back and played with the bun. After she finished doing a section I thought it’d be a good time to do my prank.

“Let me do it.” I reached for the flat iron but she reached back.

“Uhmm boy are you crazy? I got it.”

I pouted and dipped my head down so my hair would be in my face. She sighed and tried to ignore my cute pouting, which she did successfully. Only one thing left to do now, whine.

“Baby pleaseeeeee~” I kissed her shoulder.

She moved her shoulder and shook her head, I laughed. “Oh it’s like that now?” I teased as she let out a small giggle. I pulled lower body against mine, squeezing her body and begging some more. “Taehyung no, leave me alone.” She went on to doing her hair.

“But you can’t even see the back! I’ll do it for you, pleaseee.” I whined some more. She sighed and paused for a little bit, just looking at me through the mirror. “If I let you do this will you leave me alone?” I nodded eagerly. She bit her lip and carefully gave me the flat iron. I smiled and leaned over to kiss her cheek.

“Just do wherever you see waves or whatever.” She placed her hands on the bathroom counter. I nodded and sneakily pulled out some hair that was in the bathroom earlier from my pocket.

“Ok be still so I can concentrate.” I lied.

She giggled and did what I said. I started to put the hair by her head and pretend to flat iron her hair. She was to busy messing with her eyebrows to notice anyways. I started to mumble incoherent things to make her worry.

“What is it?” She fixed her eyes on me in the mirror.

“Ah shit…” I mumbled with a scared expression.

She scrunched up her eyebrows and tried to turn around but I didn’t let her. “Ah…was it loose back here or something?” Her eyes went wide and tried my hardest not to laugh to ruin the prank.

“No Tae, what are you talking about?” She tried to turn around again.

“Baby i’m sorry…”

She turned around and I held the fake hair out for her to see. She blinked at me then the hair before attacking me with her small fist. I backed up into the bathroom wall and stifled my laughter.

“Y/N stop! What is wrong with you?” I grabbed her arms.

She still tried to swing with her arms held by hands. “Why would you ask that question!? You just burned my hair off Tae!” She tried to kick me and I lost it at that point. I couldn’t stop laughing as she was panicking. She snatched her arms away from me and walked over to the mirror, feeling around the back of her head where she thought I burned it off.

“I just bought this hair!” She complained.

“See, it’s not even yours! No need to be so angry.” I tried to reason with her but all I got was a middle finger back. I tried to wrap my arms around her but she pushed me away. I laughed and dangled the burnt hair in her face.

“This isn’t funny—oh my god you owe me three hundred dollars, I swear.”

“Y/N—”

“I knew better to let you do my hair, oh my fucking god.”

“It’s a prank baby!” I yelled as I tried to stop laughing. She looked at me and I pointed to the camera hiding in the corner. She looked defeated after I told her. A small smile made its way on her face and I tossed the hair on the counter.

“I found it in here this morning.” I smiled.

“You’re such an ass for that.” She hit my shoulder playfully.

I laughed and opened my arms for a hug. She walked into my arms and pinched my stomach. I groaned and she laughed at my pain, evil much? She looked up at my face, “I'm going to get you back, just wait for it.” She smiled.

“I believe you, trust me.” All the memories of her past pranks came back to mind and I shook my head, making her laugh.

- kay.
lmaoo idk what this is but I saw another one and I was like this is soooo yoongi I may write it if i get time lol but hope you liked this…whatever this was.

   cuddly kookie = my melting heart

“Jungkook moveeee,” You tried pushing his head off your chest but he refused to move that big head of his.

You was laying in his bed, happy that he decided to spend his day with you. You two been in bed all morning just cuddling under his bundles of cover. His body was laid on top of yours, his head laying on the top of your chest. You looked down at his face to see a sly smirk on his face. You giggled and stroked threw his hair while he hummed in comfort.

“Why should I move when it feels so niceee?~” Jungkook snuggled deeper in your chest, wrapping his arms around your body even tighter.

You groaned, “Because your head is heavy and my boobs hurt.”

Jungkook looked up and smiled at you. He puckered his lips out with his eyes shut close, waiting for you to kiss him. You smiled and pecked his lips a few times. You gave him one final kiss on the forehead.

He rolled on the side of you, bringing you on top of him. You hair was falling in your face, your eyes was twinkling while looking in his. Your skin was glowing. You looked so pretty at this moment and Jungkook was sure to let you know.

“You’re so beautiful love.”

He laughed when he saw you smiling and blushing at his comment. He squeezed your sides and kissed your lips again.

You struggled against him, trying to get away from his kisses.

“Kookie stoooop,” You tried hiding your smile but it didn’t work at all.

He grabbed your face and pecked all over your face, laughing into every kiss, “Stop what?” He teased.

He finally let go of your face and you huffed while rolling off of him. You pulled half of all the covers off of him and pulled on you. Only leaving your pouting face out for him to see.

“I hate you.” You whined.

Jungkook lifted the covers and got on top of you, pulling the covers over the both of you. He eyed you before leaning down and kissing your lips gently. He leaned away lightly but his lips was still nearly on yours. Your eyes blinked twice from his eyes then back to his lips.

You grabbed his face and brought his lips back to yours, kissing him slowly but making sure he would want some more when you pulled away. Jungkook’s hands went under his shirt you was wearing, hands grazing your lower stomach. You felt butterflies when his lips wondered down to you neck.

“Jungkook…” You reached your hands down to his back, making traces on his shirt. He hummed in your neck in response, giving your neck a final peck before lifting his head to look you in the eyes. He licked his lips, “What?”

You blushed and shook your head lightly.

“Let’s just take a nap.”

Jungkook nodded and placed all his body weight on top of you with his head back on top of your boobs. You sighed and just decided to deal with your big baby of a boyfriend.

“You’re so cute.”

-kay.

yoongi| jhope | jungkook | jimin | jin | taehyung | namjoon |

married + getting married to jhope be like….

▪ proposing to you in the most romantic way possible
▪ screaming when you say yes
▪ screaming in general tbh
▪ the ring is going to be so beautiful
▪ making love to you the day you say yes
▪ he’s going to be hype ass hell planning out the wedding with you
▪ “pretty white roses to compliment your pretty face”
▪ the wedding planner calling you two cute
▪ forever showing off his ring
▪ wanting to see the wedding dress early
▪ pouting when you say he has to wait
▪ having jimin as one of his best man duh
▪ both of you get super nervous the day of
▪ so you both send cute messages to calm eachother down
▪ crying full force when you start walking up the aisle
▪ wiping his tears for him once you get in front of him
▪ “it’s okay hobi, stop crying.”
▪ telling his vows trying his hardest not to cry again.
▪ “remember that night we were talking about us getting married….and having kids?? jagiya it’s really happening.”
▪ him kissing your hands when he slids the ring on
▪ “you may kiss-”
▪ didnt get to finish becuase jhope already started kissing you lol
▪ but everyone is going to think it’s cute and laugh aww
▪ his sister bringing up kids in her little speech to congratulate yall
▪ slow dancing with you in the spotlight
▪ whispering cute shit in your ear thats gonna bring butterflies in your tummy
▪ “mrs. jung….” seriuos hobi to excited hobi so he’s going to be dancing and screaming
▪ then he turns back seriuos and says
“mrs. jung…i love you” with his smilEE
▪ sexy but fun honeymoon
▪ being married to hobi you lucky bitch :)

You was never the one to be all mushy when it came to boys but a certain boy wanted to change that. He goes by the name of Taehyung, Kim Taehyung. He was your Mother’s friend son which automatically made you two friends by default. It was quite awkward at first because of your personality. You weren’t as open as Taehyung was, you were more to yourself; other people may call you cold but over time you think you’ll be able to open up more.

“So lets go to the movies _______, we can watch that new scary movie!”

Taehyung’s voice was bouncing around your room as he swirled in your chair. You was laying on your bed, your favorite anime playing on your TV. You eyed the boy that was making his self dizzy in the chair.

“I can’t.” You simply said.

“Why?”Taehyung stopped spinning in the chair and started to giggle at how dizzy he was. What a strange boy.

“New episode of my anime is coming out…plus I don’t like you enough.” You stared at the TV screen with your natrual glare on your face, it never really left.

There was an silence and a shadow over you, Taehyung’s shadow. He was standing infront of you as you tried to look behind him to see your tv.

“C'mon Taehyung move! This is my favorite part!” You whined and tried kicking him out the way.

“Well come to the movies with me then!” Taehyung grabbed yours legs that was still kicking at him. You stared at him and he stared back at you, but his stare was more…playful?

Yup, playful, because in that same second his fingers were lightly scraping across the bottom of your feet, making loud, ugly giggles come out your mouth.

“Ok Taehyung I’ll go! just stop tickling my feet!”

Taehyung laughed and let go of your feet, flopping down right next to you on your bed. He turned his head to face you, his eyes looking at every detail of your face.
His hand reached over to lightly touch your cheeks, making your face heat up.

You slapped his hand away and sat up, “Stop touching me.”

Taehyung was still laid back, arm behind his head and a smirk on his face. You were fidgeting on bed hoping the blushing would stop.

“Let’s cuddle ____.” Taehyung grabbed your arm trying to tug you back down to him.

You snatched your arm away from his hand and stood up, “I said stop touching me you freak.”

You stumbled out the room with a blush that anybody could clearly see. Taehyung was still laying on your bed giggling at how flustered you got.

- at the mall / 2 days later.

You and your friend, was out shopping for her date with her boyfriend of a year. You wasn’t going to come but she begged you and whined all day to you. Plus she bought you food.

“This dress is going to look so good on me!” Your friend gushed while practically skipping to the cash register.

You rolled your eyes and stood next to her while looking at the stuff on display.

“I don’t understand why you couldn’t just wear a dress you already had.” You crossed your arms.

You friend sighed, “It’s our anniversary, duh!”

“….ok and?”

Your friend rolled her eyes and chuckled a little. You raised an eyebrow.

“What’s so funny?”

Your friend moved up in line and placed her stuff on the counter.

“The fact that you act so mean and tough but in reality your just a cookie.”

The guy behind the cash register laughed but stopped when you glared at him.

“If anything i’m a tough cookie.” You smiled.

Your friend laughed and payed for her stuff. She grabbed the bag and walked out the store with you beside her. You two spotted the food court and sped walk towards it. When you two made it there you two decided to get pizza.

“So how’s life?” Your friend sat down at a table and begin to devour her pizza.

You sat down in front her and shrugged, “Boring as usual.” You bit into your pizza.

“What about Taehyung? Are you two together yet?”

You almost choked on your pizza when she said that. Your friend handed you your drink but was still dying laughing at your reaction.

“No! Why would you even ask that stupid question?” You wiped your mouth.

Your friend took another bite out her pizza, “Because you two like each other.”

You shook your head, “No, he likes me. I don’t like him at all.”

“Stop lying.”

“I’m not.”

“So if Taehyung kissed you right now you wouldn’t kiss back and have no feelings towards him whatsoever?”

A smile made its way in your face before you could even answer the question. When your friend jumped in excitement your face was back to it’s natural glare.

“You just smiled! You like him!” Your friend yelled. Everybody looked over at the table. You had to kick her for her to shut up.

“A smile means nothing!” You argued.

“It means alot.” She smiled mischievously.

It was quiet at the table. You two stared at eachother. She would never let this go, never.

“Ok fine, but if you tell anyone I will kill you.”

Your friend was clapping like an excited seal, pizza stuffed in her mouth so she wouldn’t scream.

You slugged in your seat and ate your pizza in defeat.

“You two would be so cute together, oh my gosh! He would treat you like his princess. Oh, please make it happen _____!”

“Who would treat her like his princess?” A familiar voice rang through your ear.

You turned to see Taehyung standing there with a little frown on his face. You could see his group of friends standing in the back. You sat up and glared at your friend who was sitting there awkwardly.

“Umm nobody.” You looked down at your jeans.

Taehyung was still looking at you and the whole atmosphere was awkward.

“Hey Taehyung!” Your friend greeted him a few minutes too late. She was trying to make this less awkward.

Taehyung looked at her and gave her his charming smile, “Hey (Y/F/N).” He waved at her.

“I need to talk to ____ for just a second.” Taehyung grabbed your arm and pulled you up from your seat. You frowned but followed him anyways.

Taehyung let you go when he pulled you to an empty side.

“You look pretty.” Taehyung smiled.

You fought so hard to not a smile. You nodded, “I know.”

He chuckled and scratched his head, “So um, who’s the guy (Y/F/N) was talking about?”

You was happy that he didn’t hear his name earlier. You probably would run out the mall of he found out.

You shrugged and waved it off.

“It’s nobody.”

Taehyung pushed his hands in his pockets, looking down at the floor.

“Are you sure? Because I can cancel the movie thing if you have a boyfriend now.”

Your eyes went huge and you was happy he was looking at the floor and not your face.

“No, no, no baby! We were talking about you!” is what you wanted to say but you had to keep it cool.

“No Taehyung, just chill. I don’t have a boyfriend and we can still go to the movies.”

Taehyung looked up, “Yeah?”

You nodded, “Yeah.”

He smiled and you smiled too. Taehyung reached his hand over to wipe the pizza sauce off the corner of your mouth. Your body froze up and Taehyung noticed. He kept his hand there and looked at your face that was currently getting hot ass hell.

He smiled and laughed causing you to come back to your senses and slap his hand away.

“What did I tell you about touching me?” You pushed his shoulder.

He shrugged, “You were blushing.”

You scoffed and smacked your lips. Taehyung swung an arm around your shoulders and walked to his friends and your friend that was now talking to eachother. You realized it was his two friends Jimin and Jungkook.

“Hey Mrs. Kim!” Jungkook smirked at you. You would slap that smirk off his pretty little face but people was around. You wasn’t going to embarrass him like that.

“Shut up you fetus.”

“I’m not a fucking fetus! I’m a man!”

– day later/ movies.

You walked out the house to see Taehyung leaning on his car waving at you excitedly. You smiled and turned around so he wouldn’t see it. You locked the door and walked across the yard to him. Taehyung still had a huge smile on his face and opened his arms out for you. You scrunched up your face and held up your fist.

“Fist bump? Really ___?” Taehyung laughed.

You shrugged and fist bumped him. Taehyung opened your car door for you.

“For my princess.” Taehyung smiled.

You rolled your eyes and got in the car quickly. Taehyung went around and got in the drivers seat, starting up the car and driving to the theater.

You looked at Taehyung from the corner of your eye and saw him biting his lip. He was obviously thinking of something, he always bit his lip when when he had something major on his mind. Taehyung felt your eyes on his face and quickly glanced at you. Locking eyes for just a second, you both looked away with smiles on you two’s faces.

When you two arrived at the theater Taehyung made sure to open the door for you and help you out the car, even though you didn’t need any. He tried to keep holding your hand while walking into the theater but you slid yours out his. Taehyung frowned and sighed. He bought the tickets but made sure to pull you off to the side.

“What is it Taehyung? The movie is about to start.” You placed your bag on your shoulder.

Taehyung stepped closer to you, grabbing your arm and rubbing it, “I need to ask you something.”

You gulped and moved your arm from his hand. You looked down because you knew you were blushing.

“Yeah?”

“Do you like me? Like more as a friend?”

You never looked up, you just shook your head, “No, not at all.”

Taehyung grabbed your chin and pushed your face up.

“You sure?”

He looked so dreamy at this moment and you really didn’t know why. Maybe it was because his eyes were searching for something within yours. Maybe it was the smile that gradually crawled on his face. Maybe it was his lips, his pink lips that you always dreamed of kissing.

Taehyung slowly leaned in, making sure you were okay with what was about to happen. Your eyes darted to his lips then his eyes, back and forth they went.

“I like you a lot ____, I want you to like me to.” Taehyung whispered right above your lips.

You were lost in your emotions; your real emotions. The ones that you kept locked away about Taehyung.

You nodded and licked your lips. A shaky breath left your mouth.

“I like you, kiss me Tae.”

Taehyung pushed his lips on yours, smiling right after at the feeling of your soft, plump lips on his. He turned his head a little and opened his mouth a little.

Your eyes shot open when you felt his tongue on yours. You pulled away and covered your face with your hands.

“Oh my god, I actually just kissed you.” You mumbled in your hands.

Taehyung pulled your hands from your face and interlocked them with his. He squeezed your hands and laughed at your blushy face.

“Aww look at my boo, blushing at a little kiss.” Taehyung giggled.

You quietly shrieked and walked into his arms. You laid your hands on his chest, hands still between his.

“I never seen you like this, this is amazing.”

Taehyung was still laughing and you let go of him and hit his chest.

“Shut up, this is the last time you’ll see me like this.”

“You sure about that?” He smirked.

He pulled you to him again with his hand on small part of your back. You fought so hard not to turn into pudding but when his tongue grazed across his lips you lost it.

Taehyung smiled but before he could laugh you quickly pecked his lips two times before running off to go watch the movie.

“So this is what I’m going to have to deal with.” Taehyung followed you with a smile on his face.

I’m sorry for not posting but school work comes first you guys. buuuut i hope you guys like this! i’m working on some of the request you all sent in so be patient lovelys
- kay

“____, come get in the hot tub with us.”

Jungkook stood at the doorway with the water from his clothes dripping onto the floor. His hair was flat against his head with the droplets running down his face.

“Nah i’m fine Kookie but thanks for the offer.” Your eyes verted from his chest that was prominent through the soaking shirt. He was getting bigger and you was so in love with the enchantments. You bit your lip when he smiled with an ‘okay’ before leaving back out to the rest of the boys. 

Fuck, why did you like him so much?

You jogged back to your room and picked up your phone, face timing your best friend. “Um yeaaas love?” Her voice echoed around the quiet room. 

 You smiled, “I’m bored boo.”

“Go suck Jungkook dry then.” She said nonchalantly without even looking in the screen and doing whatever else she was doing. You laughed and covered your face before taking them down.

“Yeah, no thanks.”

“Where is he anyways?”

“Outside. Him and the boys are enjoying my hot tub.”

“Get in that hot tub! Get me a rub in on Taehyung for me.” She smirked.

“Taehyung doesn’t want a bum like you.” You joked but your best friend face went straight and hung up. 

That was hilarious to you though.

After much debate you threw on a t shirt and mini shorts just so you would feel comfortable around 7 guys.

“Ayeee there she is!” Hoseok grinned.

You smiled and climbed into the hot tub, taking a seat next to Jimin and Jungkook. Taehyung splashed water in your face and made you struggle just to chill. You wiped your face and pulled the wet strings of hair behind your ear.

“Tae stop!” You giggled and lightly splashed water back in his direction.

 Taehyung smiled at you before shaking his head and turning his head to talk back to Hoseok. You could feel someone soft hand touch your thigh. You looked to your side to see Jungkook looking at you already. You grabbed his hand and pushed it away with a shy smile. Everybody was talking and playing around but at that present time it felt like it was just you and him.

Jungkook moved closer to you. “Why are you acting so shy?” He whispered so only you could here. He dipped his head closer to your face. 

You shrugged, “I don’t know…”

“Look at me.” 

You looked up at him. His eyes was reflecting off the sunset.

“Yes Jungkook?”

“You look cute.” He smiled.

 You giggled, “So do you.”

“I know.” He smirked and placed his hand back on your thigh. You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“You two are sickening.” Yoongi inputted in his opinion. 

 — 

 You stepped out the shower and got yourself together to go watch a movie with the boys. After drying your body and putting clothes and lotion on, you grabbed your phone off the dresser and walked out the room. You could hear the TV blasting some kind of action movie. The boys were sprawled out over your big couch and floor with covers and pillows everywhere. There was light snoring coming from Namjoon’s mouth and you smiled before turning off the TV. 

You didn’t see Jungkook anywhere in the bunch and was confused. “Where is he?” You whispered to yourself. 

You pondered on the question while going to turn off the lights for the sleeping boys. “He’s in the guest room,” Taehyung mumbled before turning his head deep into the covers.

You lightly jumped at his voice and quickly tip toed out of their way. You bit your lip while standing at your bedroom door. Should you go in there?

Yeah, you should.

Walking down to the room he was in, you opened the door and saw him laying underneath the covers. You turned to close the door back. You made your way over to the other side of the bed and lightly sat on the bed.

“Kookie…” You whispered and shook his arm lightly.

He groaned and turned towards you but was still sleeping with his mouth open just a little. You pulled the sheets up and climbed underneath and moved closer to him. Your body was heating up at the fact you was actually bold enough to do this. His arms wrapped around your frame and you looked up to see his eyes in yours. You looked down blushing and snuggled closer to his warm body.

“____,”

“Hm?”

“Look up for me,”

You looked up to Jungkook leaning down to leave his lips on yours. You leaned in more and kissed him back, heart starting to tingle from his soft lips. He parted from your lips and worked his way down your neck. He slowly moved on top of you and pulled down the pink tank top down just enough to leave little love marks over your chest and neck.

“Jungkook,” Your breathing was heavy.

He hummed and trailed his lips from your chest up to your cheek, leaving pecks over and over. You grabbed the sides of his face and pulled his face down to leave a sensual kiss.

“You’re killing me babe.” Jungkook moaned after pulling away from you.

“Babe?” A huge smile started to come over your face but you tired so hard to fight it.

Jungkook noticed and laughed, “I wouldn’t be doing this if you wasn’t my girl.” Your smile finally had finally over your face and you wrapped your arms around his neck before pulling him all the way down onto you.

“I’m your girrrl, your only girrrl!” You sing songed in his ear.

He chuckled into your neck and got comfortable on top of you. “Yeah you are. My only girl.”

 —  kay idk what this is but i love jungkook omfg

You pulled the covers over your head some more and shifted closer to the warm body that was laying next to you. The fabric of his shirt rubbed across your fingertips as you moved your hand under his shirt.

“_____, let me go.” His voice was hoarse and deep.

You shook your head and placed your leg over his waist to cling on tighter. Your eyes were still shut and a grin was prominent on your face.

“Baby I have to go.” He pushed some of your curly hair out your face and kissed your nose. Your eyes fluttered opened and you puckered out your lips for him to kiss.

He laughed lightly and pecked your lips a couple of times before unraveling your body from his and getting out of bed.

You sat up and pouted, “How long will you be gone?”

Yoongi looked through his drawers and pulled out a shirt and jeans, “Probably all day. Dance practice then the studio.”

You nodded and eyed him while he changed out and in to his clothes. You opened your mouth to say something but closed it. You didn’t want to seem clingy with Yoongi even though you were. He’s been home with you for 3 days now and you have been all over him. You didn’t want too invade his time with the boys and his muisc. Yoongi noticed you struggling for words and chuckled.

“What?” You smiled.

“If you want to come with me you can. No need to think so hard about it.” He walked into the bathroom.

You jumped out of bed with pure happiness and grabbed something that was hanging from the chair.

You squeezed your curves into the jeans and quickly pulled on a shirt and pulled on Yoongi’s Joyrich jersey. You skipped into the bathroom and stood by him. He was brushing his teeth so you grabbed his face towel to wash his face for him. You made the towel damp and reached up to wipe his face but he pushed your hands away.

“Brush your teeth. Don’t worry about me.” He pointed towards your toothbrush and grabbed the towel out your hand to wash his own face. You smiled to yourself and reached up to kiss his cheek.

“I love you.” You grinned.

“Yeah yeah, love you too.”
♡ at the studio ♡
“You should tune this up just a little.” You pointed at the button.

Yoongi pulled you deeper into his lap and started to play with your belt loops.

“What you know about this?” He questioned with a grin.

You looked over your shoulder, “Well after watching my husband do this over and over again I kind of pick on to stuff.”

“Husband?” He kissed your cheek softly and kept his lips close to your face.

You closed your eyes and nodded.

“One day baby.” Yoongi whispered and kissed your cheek and down your neck with soft pecks making your stomach twist and turn with pure affection.

You giggled and edged away from Yoongi playfully as he was still trying to kiss your neck. “Yoongiiii~” You dragged out his name as he grabbed the side of your head and pulled you closer to him.

“Stop moving away.” He muttered into your neck.

“But it tickles.” You giggled some more.

He pulled away from you and sat back in the chair. You stared into his eyes as you stood up and leaned down to kiss his lips. You leaned back up and pulled your jeans up some more. You had plenty of hips and butt that sometimes annoyed you.

“Stupid fat.” You mumbled and pulled the belt a little tighter.

“Stopping fighting it and love it.”

You looked down at Yoongi and looked away as soon as you saw how deep he was looking in to your eyes.

“You’re beautiful _____, understand that.” Yoongi grabbed your hands and pulled you back into his lap. You placed your head on top of his and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Your hair smells nice too.” Yoongi flicked the hair that had fallen in his face out of his sight.

You smiled and moved your hair out his face, “Always.”

Yoongi made one of his faces and you giggled, “Stop.”

“I love you ____.”

“I love you too Yoonbug.”

“____.”

“Okay, sorry.”

-kay