Pairing: ot7 x gn!reader (a drabble for each member)
Word Count: 3430
Warnings: no warnings needed! this is basically just feel good u.u
Rating: pg
Genre: fluff fluff fluff
Summary: a small collection of moments in the domestic bliss you and him held.
AN:dropping this here for no reason other than to say yes I am alive strong power thank you
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playfights are something that you always have to be on watch for withseokjin, with how mischievous he is. and at this moment, washing your dog, you are ever more on guard. or maybe not, because while you continue on lathering your dog’s dirty fur, you suddenly feel a blob of something wet on your head. your hair, to be specific. you can feel the soap slide down like a boat would fall down a waterfall, you flash a glare at seokjin, who’s suddenly looking all too nervous, eyes blinking fast, but the smile on his lips giving him away as the guilty apprehender. ‘it was the dog!’ he cries out, and you almost lunge at him- while he jumps away from you.
'seokjin! get back here!’
'i’m innocent!'
'no you’re not, that was the worst excuse i’ve ever heard!'
you both end up running around the garden, soap trailing behind your figures and bubbles behind you, laughter ringing out in the air as you try, again and again, to catch him. it’s almost infuriating how your lover uses his longer legs to keep a healthy distance between the two of you. when you finally corner him, you’re both out of breath, and the water has made your clothes cling on too tight to your bodies, but you haven’t grinned or smiled or laughed as hard in a while, and the mirroring look on your lover’s face makes you think it’s worth it.
'it was an accident,’ he insists. 'the dog threw it, not me.’
you can’t even refute the ridiculousness of that statement. oh wait. you can. 'jin, the dog doesn’t even know how to throw the soap! and definitely not on my hair!’
a look of pure incredulity shows on his face, pout appearing and eyes blinking fast as if it will help give him credibility, the dork. 'well, that’s what it wants you to think.’ he concurs with a mockingly offended, quite overly dramatic tone, complete with a vivid shaking of the head. 'but i saw differently!’
'don’t you believe your husband?’
you burst out laughing, all over again, for some reason you can’t even explain, your heart sosososo full of love. 'god, why am i even in love with you?’
(the two of you do clean up the garden afterwards though, the plants and furniture drowned while you weren’t looking- not to mention you have to give the dog a bath all over again, as it rolled around in the dirt while the two of you were busy playing tag.
seokjin, for his part, is completely unrepentant. you should be stricter, but…
well. at least he made you cookies afterwards.)
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it’s an hour after three when yoongi comes home, tired, drowsy figure almost collapsing on the sofa as he yawns. he almost falls asleep when you flick the lights back on, watching with no small amount of glee and (some) frustration as the man startles, almost falling off said furniture.
'you really have got to stop staying up until it’s almost daytime,’ you chide him, walking over to tug him up and off of the sofa, sighing as you card fingers through his matted locks. he looks up at you with the poutiest expression ever, and you steel yourself to not give in with the sheer amount of cute that has congregated to make the person named min yoongi in your arms. instead you amble with him up the stairs, the two of you making for a pair of sleepy, exhausted lovebirds. you’ll have to put in first floor bedrooms when you look for a house together, this happens one too many times already.
when you reach your shared bedroom, you push him into the shower, the water already heated up, while you take out a pair of pajamas.
drying his hair, when the both of you are prone to nodding off, is a herculean chore. still, it’s not as if you’re okay with wet hair on your pillow, and you know that’s an easy way to get sick the next day for him. 'you were in your studio again, weren’t you?’ you grumble, although you’re pretty sure he’s fallen asleep already and you’re talking to no one. yoongi, for all that he is there to take care of others, is surprisingly receptive to affection when left without a choice. 'i had to,’ he surprisingly says, stubborn, but with a sigh, his tone quiet but firm. 'inspiration struck’. and you can’t even argue against that, knowing full well how a muse is to her artist. so instead you settle for drawing him close, close, close, muttering softly.
'maybe i should ask if they can add a bedroom to the studio.’ you feel him smile against your skin, voice close enough to murmur in your ears.
'you know i’ll only ever get to really sleep when i’m beside you.'
you scoff. 'you and i both know that’s not true.’
warmth against your skin, an arm over yours, and a leg intertwined, soft hair tickling your cheeks, and you feel as if you could head off as it is, but no. he has the audacity to speak up again.
'you are my most melodious lullaby, the sweetest good morning, the link between my dreams and reality. if you aren’t there when i sleep and when i awake, then how do i know you aren’t just something i’ve been dreaming for? that you’re actually real, and right beside me?’ he presses a kiss against your skin, and, god, that smooth ass jerk, you refuse to look at him at all.
(you both wake up late that morning, and you find you can’t complain in the end anyway. even though he always ends up staying up far too late, at least, you know this, you and him will always be each other’s first view in the morning.
not a dream, indeed.)
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'come on, love, dance with me!’ you grin widely as you surprise hoseok, holding his hand captive in yours, the feather duster falling from his hands as you slide in front of him, tiptoeing to place a kiss on his cheeks.
he splutters, 'i thought we were supposed to be cleaning,’ he raises an eyebrow at you, but you only nuzzle your nose against his, clutching onto him with a pout. there is a standoff with the two of you ending up staring at each other with all the fondness you can feel inside you, one that you end up winning when he places a kiss on the crown of your head.
'dusting can wait,’ you insist. 'we’re both already filthy anyway!’ he feels the laughter bubble up inside him, the helplessly fond smile he has reserved for you and you only showing. but you’re not lying, the attic room has been a mess the whole day and one afternoon will not transform it instantly. which is why, rather, standing in the middle of the not-so-crowded-anymore room, the sunlight beaming down from the window and the radio playing out an old love song, you find yourself more inclined to drop what you’re supposed to be doing, in favor of spending a few minutes to indulge.
'your parents will get angry,’ he points out, and you hum as you place your hand with his, his arm settling across your waist. this is far from what he normally dances, sharp moves and fluid spins becoming slow and sweet, the usual awe-inducing performance making way for intimacy in that private way, where the two of you are in your own world, closed off from the others. in this moment, you think that’s not that far off from the truth.
'they won’t mind,’ you shake your head. 'and we can just take a bath afterwards.’ he leads you in a sort of glide, across the room, the melody turning and twirling you around, heart beating in both of your chests in a steady, steady rate, each in time with the music. and when he ends the dance, you in his arms, both of you slightly breathless, staring into each other’s eyes, you find yourself wondering not for the first time if your lover is not warmth itself reincarnated, for how else can you explain away the feeling of being awash in sunlight, not a single part of you left untouched?
(what was supposed to take only a few days turns into a week and then some, but you can’t feel regret for a single moment as the attic becomes filled up with memories you already cherish, a secret hideaway for the two of you.)
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’namjoon, come sit down on the grass with me,’ you call out, pout on your face as you beckon your lover to come on over. han river remains sparkling no matter whether daytime or nighttime, the waters reflecting the city’s beauty, and you are not the only admirer. still, there is something to be said about the way your lover looks as he falls into his thoughts. the two of you made plans to have a picnic here in the park, as the setting sun made itself known across the sky, but it’s less of a romantic escapade than it is a moment of peace, a brief respite in your hectic lives.
'we should have brought a blanket,’ he finally says, but you interlace your hand with his, your fingers with his own, tugging him down. he easily complies for all that he complains, and you don’t think even he can deny how the grass feels under you. staring up at the dimming sky, blue and red bleeding into gold and purple, the stars beginning to peek through the curtains of night, you find yourself drifting away, the lull of the city dragging you to rest.
'what do you think of the multi-universe theory?’ you hear him ask. namjoon is looking up at the sky, and there is a familiar expression on his face that tells you he is thinking about the secrets of the universe yet again, of the human nature and how each and everyone is connected. it’s when he looks a little dazed, eyes focused on something beyond, a wistful tone in his voice, and he falls quiet, but when he speaks his thoughts there is always a 'what if?’. 'i wonder if we’d met in other universes too,’ he says simply.
you laugh, gently. 'kim namjoon, if you are saying that there is a universe in which i see you and fail to love you, then let me reassure you now.’ he looks away, a pout barely surfacing on his face, and you turn towards him, hands clasped together and your hair spread below you, the two of you picture perfect. 'maybe that universe does exist. maybe in another space and time, i wouldn’t have the blessing that i have here, to love you as freely, as much as i can. but this isn’t that universe, and nothing will stop me from staying by your side.’
by the end of it, your head is turned away with embarrassment, unable to take what might be his reaction. when you hear him huff, quiet, you turn around. what greets you is namjoon, blushing. 'what would i do without you?’ he smiles, soft and sheepish and loving, and you roll your eyes, even as you feel yourself become something not unlike putty in this man’s hands, a wave of love crashing over the sandcastle that is you. 'let’s hope we never find out.’
(you spend hours in that park, talking about everything and anything, and when you go home it must be close to midnight. not that you regret it, though, when the two of you clumsily almost topple over each other, collapsing on your sofa, together, while you order takeout for the nth time because you’re both too tired to cook.)
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you don’t think much of it, stealing jimin’s clothes is as normal, as easy as that for you. the two of you practically share the other’s now, a constant mismatch between your closet as what is yours and what is his is blurred, the lines toed and crossed over every time that it’s simply easier to count your closets as one being rather than two.
still, it makes for a messy, uncoordinated space, and it easily slips from your mind, or his, of the whereabouts of your belongings.
'babe,’ you can hear the pout in his voice. 'did you see my hoodie?’ 'which hoodie?’ 'my favorite one!’ 'which favorite one?’ at this point you see his head pop out from the doorframe, prominent lips stuck out and eyes searching the room. 'it’s the green one, the soft, huge, green hoodie. that one.’
you stifle a rising amount of chuckles as you eventually realize the location of the hoodie in question- on your body, as you stole it from his closet just this morning. you don’t think you can be seen as guilty though, not when the hoodie itself seemed to be begging for someone to wear it. impossibly soft, impossibly huge and impossibly sweet-smelling from the laundry softener you used, it was easy to drown in it and comfortably doze off. 'sorry baby, i don’t know where it went.’ 'okay, but, babe, can you help me…’
you startle as you surprisingly feel the shadow of your lover on your body, handsome face so suddenly, so dangerously close to your own, even if upside down. 'yn, you had it all this time!’ you chuckle at the whine in his voice, even as he leans forward to try and tug it off you. 'give it now,’ he says, but you shake your head, giggling as jimin tries. 'raise your arms! i can’t believe you made me run around looking for this,’ he grumbles, but you cross your arms instead, sitting up, turning around to face him, preparing yourself for a fight.
'no way, this is the softest hoodie in the house. i’m not giving it up.’
a moment of silence, and then- jimin attacks you, lunging forward to glomp you. you feel yourself become confused, when you feel his fingers around your sides, and you burst out into laughter, long and loud.
'no, jimin!'
'give it back!'
'no way!'
'then suffer under my wrath!’
(he only stops when tears actually appear at the corner of your eyes from laughing too hard, easily sprawling across your chest, the two of you on the floor and too tired to move. 'we can share,’ you hum, choking as your lover narrows his eyes at you, before decidedly burrowing under your hoodie as well. with how big it is, and how not big both of you are, you surprisingly fit with him inside. it’s too warm for two people inside, but as jimin lays his head comfortably across your chest, the thumping of your heart lulling him to rest, and he holds you in his arms, neither of you find you can argue against your positions.)
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waking up with taehyung in the morning is an ordeal that never fails to make you smile. warmth pooling across the sheets, the warm breeze drafting in from the window, your lover’s body wrapped around yours- there is a kind of holy in the way serene mornings like these are, quiet and golden, the world seemingly stopping for a moment, if only for the two of you.
it breaks your heart every time to have to shatter the illusion. 'taehyung’, you whisper. there’s not even a twitch in his movements, snoring quiet but steady as he continues off to slumber. you, however, can’t get out of his hold, not without the man releasing you anyway- you would know, you’ve tried so many times before and it’s always been a moot point. the only way to get out of taehyung’s grip, is to wake him up into doing so. still, you find yourself soft and hesitant, every single time. 'taehyung,’ you try again, a little louder this time. you shake him, and it takes you a solid minute or two for the man to actually make a sound, a low groan at the back of his throat. when he registers the situation at hand, though, your lover declines to release you, holding you captive with his embrace instead.
'stay in bed with me,’ he almost whines, and you press your lips together to stop yourself from bursting into giggles.
'you know i can’t do that,’ you rebutt. 'i have work in an hour!'
'but i can’t sleep without you.’
'you big baby,’ you fondly, exasperatedly call him out, and you see him briefly crack his eyes open, if only to look at you with a pout.
you see him struggle whether or not to protest your words, before the sleepy takes over and he lazily agrees, pulling you closer in return. 'mhm, i’m your baby…'
'taehyung…'
'just a few more minutes, i swear,’ he presses a light kiss on your forehead, and you know it’s not just your imagination that you feel him smile against your skin, when you sigh loudly, relenting to his demands.
'you’re incorrigible,’ you whine as you bury your head in his chest.
'only because i love you.'
you would call it a laugh if it weren’t for the yawn that sneaks in at the end.
and just as easy as that do you both fall off back to sleep, your phone’s alarm scaring the hell out of you half an hour later. it was practically a given that you’d end up falling back to sleep with him really, you could say it was a ritual at this point.
(you end up being late to work, as a matter of fact, but you can’t even find it in yourself to be angry. after all, there is quite nothing like waking up together in the morning, especially with your lover.
he takes you out on a date to the amusement park that weekend too, so you suppose you can forgive him.)
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’jungkook,’ you muffle your laughter behind your hand, but there’s no denying the bright grin on your face as you feel your lover’s arms encircle your waist. bright and early, it’s early enough into the morning that the sky is still caught between the hues of red and pink, like a rose slowly blooming from night’s embrace. it’s what makes your lover’s apparent waking state a mystery, when you know how heavy your lover sleeps. there goes your plan to bring him breakfast in bed, huh?
'what are you even doing?’ you receive no reply, not one in words anyway, as you hear him mutter something unintelligible into your shoulders. his warmth against your back is addicting, especially in the chill of the morning air, but you’re nothing if not determined, and if he’s here to drag you back to bed, you’re having none of it. 'if you’re sleepy,’ you start, turning around to hug him properly, jungkook’s face nuzzling into your neck afterwards. 'you should go back to bed.’ 'but you’re not there with me,’ you finally hear him say. 'just go back to cooking, i’ll just stay here…’
'jungkook, i can’t cook while you’re wrapped around me!’ you almost burst into laughter at that, what more at the earnest expression on your lover. 'why not?’ he grumbles, a pout appearing on his face. you don’t know whether to shake your head, or what- when your lover uses what he knows is his greatest weapon against you. 'don’t give me that look,’ you sigh, but your resolve crumbles quickly, and it’s obvious that jungkook can see it as well.
'don’t blame me if it turns out burnt,' you finally sigh. you feel, rather than hear him chuckle briefly. 'i’m sure it will still be delicious.’ 'you say that no matter what i cook,’ you mutter under your breath and he stays quiet because you’re right. instead, you finally feel him disentangle from your, rather reluctantly, before he gets his own apron and gloves. 'then i guess we should just cook together then,’ he declares, bumping shoulders with you. 'can’t mess it up then, can we?’ he smirks, cocky and familiar, and you roll your eyes even as you feel yourself settle so easily by his side, the two of you finishing breakfast together.
(the food, amazingly enough, does not become burnt, and turns out well instead. of course, he did help you after all. still, sitting at the table, eating together, you smile easy, softly. how can you not? everything about this moment is perfect, and you wouldn’t have any qualms about it lasting forever.
judging by the smile on jungkook’s face, you aren’t the only one to feel this way, too.)
Genre:fluff (???), a hint of angst (??????), I have no idea what this is I’m sorry
Summary:Your mission, most would say, is dangerous. Park Jimin even more. Not only because of how easy he seems to make someone else’s heart stop, but also from how easy it seems for him to drive you goddamn fucking crazy.
A/N:surprise I’m not dead??
Requesting~~ Jimin + Wine + okay so maybe something like, you’re both spies in disguise at a mafia boss’ blackmarket party or something and there are men hogging you but Jimin protects you?? thankiessss!!
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“You know, there are better ways to sabotage my mission than dragging me out to the dance floor, Park."
The words themselves leave through gritted teeth in the disguise of a smile, barely more than a whisper in the crowd of people surrounding you. Your hands clutch his tightly, your grip with enough strength to bruise. Still, the man before you pays you no attention- not even a twitch in his expression. If it weren’t for the strength of his hold, you’d fall for the illusion of his soft smile and dimples. As it is, you only feel annoyed.
"I wasn’t sabotaging you,” he says. “I was helping you not mess up your own mission.”
You scoff. “I was getting the intel directly from the target. I was minutes, if not seconds away from finishing my mission.”
“Oh, yeah,” he drawls- you see him roll his eyes and glare even harder at him, fuming under your breath even as he pulls you closer to him, just in time to dodge a passing waiter. “And you were seconds away from getting a bullet lodged into your head as well. Didn’t you see how his bodyguards were eyeing you up? They clearly knew you weren’t harmless.”
You purse your lips at that. “I’m not saying they would have, but if they did, I would have been able to handle them,” you mutter.
“That arrogance is going to get you hurt or worse, one of these days.”
“I didn’t graduate top of my class for nothing, Park.” You scowl, extremely tempted to step on his shoe at his remark. What did he think you were, a helpless baby? “Cut out the protective bullshit, will you? I’m strong enough on my own right. If my class records won’t prove that, my mission count will. I could’ve handled it.”
Huffing, you glare at him. “Really, why do you keep butting in anyway-”
You meet narrowed eyes as he suddenly tugs you close, and for a moment your heart skips at the serious look on his face. You prepare yourself for an argument, but-
“Put your hand on my shoulder, and your other with my hand.”
You comply without a thought, your hand meeting cold silk as you place them on him, the other meeting warm skin.
“Now lean in. Don’t look behind you. They’re looking right over at us.”
You shiver at the warmth of his breath on your ear- and when he leads you away from the edges of the crowd of guests and into the crowd of dancing partners, you can’t help but follow just as easily, swayed not only by the music, but by the feel of Jimin, all too alarmingly close to you. For all that Jimin is shades and shades of annoying, and endlessly frustrating, the man is a sensational dancer. Each move has you slipping further into the song, the dance, the feel of the very beat pulsing in the ballroom.
Not to mention just his cologne itself makes you want to bury your head into his suit.
You grimace- and then splutter as you feel a thumb tug your lips upwards.
“Such a grumpy look on your face all the time.”
“Shut it, Park,” you huff, even as your heart threatens to skyrocket at the intimate gesture. Damn it.
Sometimes you wish it wasn’t so easy for you to be affected.
Jimin’s laughter follows you, haunting you as he twirls you around, spinning you into his chest in time with the beat.
The warmth on your lower back as he pulls away makes you shiver- and you only hope he doesn’t notice.
“Are they still looking over?” You eventually ask, feeling yourself get swept up in the atmosphere.
You have a mission to do, you remind yourself. Now’s not the time for distractions.
He dances well, though.
“… No,” you eventually hear him say. “But don’t be reckless.”
“Besides, weren’t you supposed to just keep an eye on them?”
“You don’t know that,” you mutter under your breath- before yelping at a sudden dip.
Jimin’s eyes, up close and personal- they stare into you, his hold on you forcing you to meet his gaze. You stay that way for a few seconds- before you look away, unable to deal with the menace that is Park Jimin.
You hear him scoff, practically able to imagine the resulting smirk on his face.
A punch would look really well on his skin right now.
“Judging from your reaction, I’m right. Why do you like to keep on flirting with danger so much?” He chuckles. “Do youlike getting into trouble?”
“That has to be one of the most stupid questions I’ve ever heard, Park. You are aware that danger and trouble comes hand in hand with our line of work?”
“Certainly not as much as you seem to encounter, almost every time I see you.” You hear him laugh, for a moment. “If I didn’t know you any better, my dear, I’d say you were a masochist.”
You sigh.
“It’s not that I like getting into trouble, but the guy leading our operation is an idiot, alright?” You admit, albeit grumpily. “We can’t afford to make a mistake on this mission, or the people upstairs will really cut us off. This is a big matter.”
He looks down at you, curiosity plain in his eyes.
“And if you do pull it off, it will be enough to sew the mouths of the people in your bureau shut, and maybe give you a promotion?”
“… Well. Maybe.”
“Ever the workaholic,” he sighs, spinning you easily- tugging you close to his chest afterwards. You pinch his waist tight at the shit eating smirk on his face, really.
Not even taking into account the remark he says as he leans in close.
“This is why all of them run away from you, you know.”
You hiss. “You little shit.”
His chuckles fill the air in between you, and you stomp on his feet for good measure.
In return he tugs you close, close, closer, that the two of you somehow fit in between the dancing couples.
“For your information, I wouldn’t want to date a man who couldn’t handle me anyway,” you say sharply, a discreet turn letting you poke his chest insistently. “So keep your remarks to yourself. If they ran away, they obviously didn’t deserve me.”
“But of course.” Jimin’s eyes, soft and sweet, curve into crescent moons, and you curse your heart yet again for beating a little too fast, a little too hard. “When did I say otherwise?”
“Har de har har,” you sarcastically deadpan.
At this point, the music in the ballroom has grown lighter, softer. The crowd of dancers around you thinning- something you barely notice, as Jimin easily draws you, keeps you into a world of your own.
And that’s why he’s dangerous.
As if to emphasize the situation at hand, the crackling sound near your ears snaps you out of your thoughts.
"YN, prepare yourself. It’s almost time to go.”
You purse your lips.
“… Alright.”
When Jimin pulls you to his side for the final time- the song transitioning into the next one, the next round of couples stepping foot on the dancefloor, it’s with a pout laced with disappointment, eyes pleading you to stay.
His fingers, trailing circles over yours raise goosebumps on your skin you’d rather never feel. Would rather you never have to learn to forget.
Park Jimin is poison laced in a pretty pink bow, and just a touch is enough for you to feel intoxicated- to want for more.
What else to expect from one of the top assassins, though?
“Time to leave?”
“Don’t say it like you’re genuinely sad to see me go,” you say purposefully in a annoyed tone, your voice low. “You can play with any girl you want in here after I’m gone.”
“How can they ever compare to you, though?”
Against your will, your heartbeat jumps at his words, at the honeyed tone, the sincerity you know is false but still can’t help longing after. Jimin’s eyes reflect only you and you hate, hate hate hate how so easily he makes the illusion of loving you so real. It makes you hope for things you know you shouldn’t.
“I’ll see you at Jeon’s party?”
You slightly avert your eyes away. “… maybe.”
“Good.”
It’s as you pass him by that you suddenly feel a finger trace over your neckline- then the cold, light weight of a necklace making itself all too well known. You splutter, turning back-
Jimin’s eyes, narrowed, but his lips curved into a smile meets yours.
“By the way, you shouldn’t talk to your targets like that anymore,” he murmurs, voice soft and a sigh in his words.
You can’t move- not when his attention, so focused on you, keeps you still. Jimin tilts his head, saccharine voice continuing. “Or to any men, for that matter. You see, it makes me…”
He leans in, and you can’t help but lean back in a daze, but his hand on your chin tilts you up. His lips briefly brush past your cheeks, a trail of warmth across your face, before you feel him whisper in your ear.
“… jealous.”
Your breath hitches at the warmth of him close, all too close and how the hell are you supposed to respond-?
“I just might have to destroy them if they really do touch you,” he croons. “So my darling YN, keep yourself safe, shall we?”
prompt : ( Taehyung x Reader ) You get lost while exploring the woods with a couple friends, this unknowingly leads to you going back in time and meeting the love of your life. The only problem is that, of course, you can’t stay.
genre : romance , angst , time travel au
word count : 5k
muse insp : Christina Perri - A Thousand Years ( spotify,youtube)
note : if you’ve seen this story before, it’s because it was on my previous blog, jungtookthejams. i’ve moved it to this one because i worked so hard on it.
disclaimer : i did my research for this fic, some of the information is true while some of it is made up for the sake of the plot.
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It was a normal day for you, at first. You woke up in your queen sized bed, rolled around in the soft sheets and comfortable blankets for about an hour, then finally decided to get up and make some breakfast. You ate by yourself, then sat on your couch and watched some Korean dramas.
Just a normal Saturday.
Your friend, Mina, texted you, asking if you wanted to come with her and her boyfriend into the woods for a night. Her boyfriend was into supernatural stuff and the like, so this didn’t surprise you.
Y/N:yeah, whatever. As long as i don’t third wheel the whole damn time
Minass:lmao ok, meet us at the 7/11 at 7pm. We might stay the night
Y/N:wtaf
Minass:u’ll see! It’ll be fun!
Y/N:leave me be, peasant. I’ll be there
Minass::D
She was really too much sometimes, but you loved her nonetheless. And so, you began to gather some belongings into a small bag to take with you. Your phone, its charger, a few articles of clothing, and your water bottle. With that, you sat back down and waited until it was time for you to get dressed and leave.
* * *
Mina was waving at you from her boyfriend’s car in the parking lot when you arrived. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you walked over to the black vehicle, welcoming yourself to sit in the back seat.
“Hey, Y/N,” The boy in the driver’s seat greeted you, flashing you a small grin in the mirror.
“Hi, Kennah,” You smiled back at him as you fasten your seat belt, getting comfy in the leather seats, “Thanks for letting me come.”
“No problem,” He responded as he began to drive down the road.
“Y/N,” Mina giggled, “How are you?”
“I’m okay,” You murmured, “Glad to have all my projects and essays done for midterms.”
“Ugh,” You friend groaned, “I still have to finish my essay on the Goryeo Dynasty. Can you go over it with me? You’re a history nerd!”
You sighed, “All right, I’ll quiz you on what I know off the top of my head. First of all, what year was the kingdom of Goryeo established?”
“Um,” Mina mumbled, “908 CE?”
Shaking your head, you sighed, “No, no, it was 918 CE. Who established it and was the first king?”
“Oh!” Mina smiled, “I know this one! It’s-”
“Taejo,” Kennah cut her off, smirking, “King Taejo.”
Mina pouted and stuck her tongue out at her boyfriend, making you chuckle, “Correct. Now, Mina, who were Taejo’s three sons?”
“Okay, um, Namjoon, Taehyung, and.. Seokjin?” The girl stuttered, seeming unsure of her answer.
“Yes!” You grinned at her, “Which one of the three was the crown prince, and later went on to become one of the greatest rulers in Korean history?” You smirked internally; it was a trick question.
“The crown prince was Kim Seokjin,” Mina explained, “However, he never became king because he was assassinated before he could, he was age twenty-five at the time. Instead, Kim Namjoon, the second oldest, went on to become king when he was twenty-nine, and he went on to become one of the greatest rulers in Korean history.”
You clapped excitedly as Kennah went to hold Mina’s hand while smiling at her.
“Well done!” You exclaimed happily, “Now what happened to the youngest, Taehyung?”
“Kim Taehyung was more interested in writing and art than politics. The books Professor Choi made me study actually said that he resented being a prince! So he preferred to stay low and work on his art. He was happy, at least, to not be the crown prince. He became a famous artist later in time, but during his own time, he was more of a loner. He still got married, an arranged marriage, but it was said that he wasn’t happy with the marriage and didn’t have kids at all. His art and literature became famous much after his passing.”
“Yes!” You giggled, giving her a high-five, “Who’s the nerd, now?”
“Still you,” She stuck her tongue out at you.
* * *
“All right,” Kennah chuckled, pulling into a section of dirt beside the forest, “We’re here.”
“Wonderful,” You mumbled, “We’ve been in that car forever. Where even are we?”
“Sorta near the border,” Mina responded, getting out of the car with you and Kennah following her, “The Manwoldae Palace, or what’s left of it, isn’t that far from here. Cool, right?”
“What,” You laughed, leaning against the car, “You think the ghosts of the royal family are here?”
“Maybe,” Kennah grinned, looking into the dark forest in front of you all, “Come on, let’s go.
“I regret this already,” You sighed, following the couple into the darkness. But within minutes of stepping foot in the woods, you lost sight of them.
“Hey, guys?” You called out, “Can you come back here? Mina, can I grab your sleeve? I can’t see shit.”
You, however, got no response.
“Guys?” You called out again, gripping your bag in a slight panic, “This isn’t funny!”
Absolute silence greeted you. Beginning to freak out, you pulled out your phone, only to realize that you had no signal. Groaning, you covered your eyes with your hand and sighed.
“Okay,” You mumbled, “If I just turn and go back the other way, I’ll get to the car and I can wait for them there.”
So, you set off the way you came, using your fully-charged phone (you’d kept it on the charger in the car) as a flashlight to guide your way out of the condensed, dark forest. Swiping branches out of your way, plants nipping your legs bare legs (you only wore a plain black shirt and combat shorts with a pair of boots), and getting smacked in the face by several leaves, you attempted to navigate yourself back to the car. After minutes of walking, you became uneasy as the trees seemed to become endless. Shouldn’t you be back at the car by now?
Suddenly, a thick fog rolled into your vision, making it even harder to see. Was it even supposed to be foggy tonight? Hell if you knew.
Squinting your eyes as an attempt to see through the mist, you staggered forward, when your foot caught on something and you were sent tumbling down onto the hard ground. Groaning in pain, you lifted your head and used your hand to blindly search for your phone. The second your fingertips touched the cool plastic of your mint coloured phone case, you took hold of it and used a nearby tree truck to pull yourself up and balance yourself on.
Huffing, you turned your focus back ahead of you and continued trekking, the light from the flashlight on your phone illuminating your path. Or, the fog in your path. The light was useless now, but better than walking in the pitch black dark. You continued to walk, silently cursing Mina for dragging you into this mess until something odd came into your scrutiny.
Was that a.. palace? An ancient Korean style palace?
There was no way, the remains of the ancient Goryeo palace may have been near where you and your friends decided to explore, but no one has built a recreation of the palace, especially not near the original location.
Deciding to shrug it off – who cared? Where there’s any type of palace, there are probably people who can get you out of here – you continued walking through the woods to get to the large structure. Around it were torches; real, on-fire torches. You had to give it to the reenactors, they went all out to make sure it was olden-like.
You turned off your phone’s light and stuck it back in your bag as you approached, there were two men dressed as ancient guards standing in front of the palace gates. One saw you walking towards them and seemed to do a double take before pointing the tip of his spear at your throat as you were about to speak, blood almost trickling down your throat.
The other guard glared harshly at your pathetic figure, “Halt. State your name and business, why are you at the Manwoldae Palace at this ungodly hour?”
Eyes slightly wide, you took in their appearance and words. The Manwoldae Palace was destroyed sometime in the fourteenth century, it was burned to the ground and there was no recreation of it as far as you knew. What were these men talking about?
You gulped, “Um, my friends and I were going to explore the woods a little, but I ended up getting lost. Our car shouldn’t be far from here-”
“What is this ‘car’ you speak of, outsider? Why are you at the palace gates? Do you wish to do harm to the royal family of Goryeo?” The guard with the spear to your throat pressed, shoving the sharp tip further into your skin.
“N- No!” You squeaked, “I- I am simply lost.”
“Lost?” The other guard narrowed his eyes, “Where are you from?”
“Seoul,” You said in response, “I came from Seoul.”
“There is no such place!” The first guard hissed, “I shall kill you.”
“P- Please,” You stuttered in fear, your eyes wide, “Please don’t hurt me!”
Before anything else could happen, a smooth, deep voice punctured the air, “That’s enough, men. I shall deal with the girl.”
You looked behind the guard to see a tall man, his attire obviously royal-like. He looked down at you with a soft smile.
“Yes, your Majesty,” Both guards responded, going back to their original posts. The princely figure made his way in front of you and gently took your hand, pressing a kiss to it, “Good evening, my lady. I am Prince Namjoon of the Goryeo region, under King Taejo’s rule.”
You blinked, your mind hazy. He looked exactly like the artwork done of Prince Namjoon. Was this some type of fucked up dream? Did you pass out in the forest?
He let go of your hand and slid it up to your shoulder, gently guiding you in front of him into the palace. You decided to play along, still not sure what was going on.
“I am L/N Y/N, your Majesty. I am sorry for intruding on your palace so late at night-”
“No worries, Ms Y/N. You are lost, yes? We will make sure you get home safely. Where are you from?” He coolly responded, smiling as you looked in awe around the palace.
Holy hell, you thought, the detail! They got every little intricate detail down about the palace’s structure and decor.
The gold, the candles and torches, the velvet carpets; they had it all.
“Seoul,” You mumbled, still dazed.
“Seoul? I have never heard of such a place.”
Whipping your head to look at him, your eyebrows furrowed, “It’s the capital city of South Korea.”
“South Korea? Where is that, exactly?” He seemed genuinely confused, his expression similar to yours.
“Here!” You had the urge to yell, however you swallowed that urge and licked your lips nervously, “It is far from here. I wish to not go back, I fled to escape my cruel family. If you allow me temporary hospitality, I will repay you with whatever I can get my hands on upon leaving to support myself on my own.”
“I see,” The prince nodded, seemingly deep in thought, “I will let my family know of your presence. For now, I shall lead you to a room to stay and.. Change,” He glanced down at your outfit, making you bite your tongue from shooting a snarky remark in response, instead looking down with an embarrassed blush on your face with a nod.
* * *
You sat on the large, plush bed and stared at your hands. What was happening? Were you really in the tenth century?
Were you ever going to see your friends and family again?
You sighed and slid your hands down your face, biting your lip. This was all too much to take in. Maybe if you sleep, you’ll wake up tomorrow in the woods. Or better, in the car.
Looking over at the nightgown on the dresser, you nodded, making a mental decision, and stood up to slip into it.
* * *
You never did get any sleep that night.
Now, it was a week later, and you sat in the private garden with the youngest prince, Taehyung, listening as he rambled about brush strokes.
“For outlines of things or thicker areas of colour, you use thicker, more bold strokes. Then, for detail, you use a smaller, thinner brush for lines of the same..”
You never thought the loneliest prince was so outgoing and a conversationalist. He was so fun to be around, by far your favourite of the three, and he was bubbly and cute. He didn’t seem like the type to be a prince, nevermind the prince of Goryeo!
Of all your studies of Goryeo, you never imagined it would be this beautiful and wonderful. The doctrines, recreations, and artwork really did the era no justice.
“Y/N? Are you even listening to me?”
You jumped out of your thoughts to turn your head to Taehyung with a sheepish smile, “No, I’m sorry.”
He sighed and chuckled at you, “Always in your own little world. I’m glad my father allowed you to stay with us. You’re different from other women.”
“Oh?” You mumbled, looking down a bit. He hummed and nodded, “Yeah. You’re more straight-forward and easier to talk to. It’s like you don’t care about gender, that just because I’m a man doesn’t mean we can’t sit and have a conversation. Especially despite my status.”
You bit your tongue from making a remark about how people are equal despite gender and that everyone’s human, that no one shouldn’t be able to not have a conversation with someone else because of their gender or status-
“I like having you around.”
Your head snapped up to look at the prince, who was grinning down at you, “You’re not uptight like my brothers or any others from my family. I feel like I actually have a friend.”
You gave him a soft smile and gently set your hand on his arm, “I’m so glad you think so. I think of you as a friend as well, I’m grateful to have you during this hectic time in my life,” You sighed.
The young man hummed, “What is your story? Namjoon didn’t tell me much.”
Sliding your small hand down his arm to set it back down on the stone bench the two of you were seated on, you sighed. Of course, you couldn’t tell him the truth – or could you?
No, not now. Maybe later on, if you stay long enough. Then again, it’s not like you knew anything about time travel to leave anytime soon anyway.
“I am the daughter of a nobleman. He had lots of riches, but he was cruel. Behind closed doors, he beat my mother and I. So, I took my mother and we ran. My mother died during our journey, but I didn’t stop. I stumbled upon your palace and a guard almost killed me, but Prince Namjoon came along and took me in before I could be killed.”
Taeyhung’s eyes were slightly wide, “I see. How awful… I’m sorry that happened to you.”
You gave him a pained smile, “No worries. What happened, happened; it cannot be undone.”
“That is true. Let’s change the subject, yeah? I’m of my twenty-first year, and you?”
It took you a second to realize that he was asking for your age. But once knowing that he was twenty-one, you also immediately calculated the year you were currently stuck in.
Taejo was born in 877, and founded Goryeo in 918, making him thirty-one years of age when he did so. He had his first son, Seokjin, when he was twenty-eight, and Namjoon when he was thirty. Then he had his youngest, Taehyung, when he was thirty-one. That meant that the current year was 939 CE. You bit your lip upon remembering that Taejo of Goryeo died in 943 at age sixty-six, and Kim Seokjin died in 940 at age twenty-five.
All the more reason not to get attached to anyone of the royal family, or anyone of this time. You were going to have to go home eventually.
“I am of my twentieth year,” You murmured.
* * *
You’ve been in Goryeo for a month now. You smoothed out your dress as you greeted Prince Taehyung at a bridge near the palace.
The youngest prince and yourself had grown very close in your time here. You didn’t like to think about it. Especially now that you were catching feelings for him.
“Y/N!” He called, a large smile on his face as he gently set his hands on your arms, “How are you? I just finished an inscription I’d love for you to read over for me!”
Taeyhung wanted to be an artist and a scribe. You saw that the doctrines and biographies of the prince that you’d read did not lie – this was truly his passion.
“I am well, Taehyung, and I’d love to read over your writing. I’m sure it’s just as amazing and beautiful as the last one I read.”
“You flatter me,” He giggled, taking your hand, “Come, I wish to show you something!”
You laughed as he tugged you along, blushing lightly from the contact.
He lead you to the stables, where he let go of your hand and held the reins of a horse instead. The majestic creature had been saddled and ready to go – he must’ve prepared this.
He grinned at you and you gave him a nervous smile in return. Namjoon had attempted to take you on a horse ride a couple weeks ago, and it did not end well. You had to scrub mud out of your hair for fifteen minutes straight.
Taehyung took you by your waist and lugged you on the horse, making you squeak and hold onto the saddle for dear life. He laughed at your uneasiness and hopped on behind you, taking the reins in his hands and gently willing the horse to begin walking forward.
“You’re cute,” The prince muttered, looking down to give you a cheeky smile.
You blushed lightly and puffed your cheeks, “Did Namjoon tell you what happened last time I was on a horse?”
“Yes,” He answered coolly, “And Namjoon can’t ride a horse to save his life. He’s very clumsy, the last person I’d trust to take me horse riding. Relax, I’ve got you.”
You sighed and nodded, leaning back into Taehyung’s chest and watching the scenery as the two of you rode down a path. The silence was not awkward, but comfortable. You felt the young man set his chin atop your head at a point in the ride, and smiled to yourself.
You were enjoying this too much.
Your smile turned bitter.
* * *
Three weeks later, you found yourself in the royal library, looking in the ancient books for anything that could help you get home.
You were starting to fall in love with this place, and you couldn’t allow yourself to do that. You had a family back home, and it would be wrong to leave them. It would be even more wrong to possibly alter history further than you already have.
Your biggest problem, one that you had to face, was that you’d fallen in love with Prince Taehyung.
While flipping through the pages of the olden literature, you found an old legend; a natural phenomenon that seemed to cause something not-so-natural.
It was said that the sun became too powerful for eyes to bear, causing anyone who looked right at it to go blind or have severe sight problems. It happened once in a blue moon, and once, during this strange occurrence, a woman dissipated into thin air while standing on a bridge. The very bridge you met the prince on a few weeks ago.
It didn’t take you long to figure out what this was; a solar eclipse. A partial solar eclipse.
Instead of the area getting dimmer, which it does in the slightest, the sun seems to become more powerful as staring into it can burn your retina and/or your cornea.
If you remembered correctly, this happened over Goryeo on the seventeenth of September in 939.
That was in two days.
Suddenly, you knew; this was most likely your way home.
* * *
Later that night, you called for Prince Taehyung to join you in your room. You paced back and forth until a soft knock rang out, causing you to take a deep breath before opening the door. There stood the prince in all his glory, his face seeming worried.
“Are you all right?” He asked frantically, looking at your appearance.
“Yes,” You responded, biting your lip, “Come in.”
You closed the door behind him when he walked inside and sighed, facing him, “I’ve been lying.”
“W- What?” He croaked, his eyes wide.
“I am not from a place far away. Well, I am but… I am not from this time, Taehyung. The city of Seoul is not that far from where this palace stands, but it is more than one thousand years in the future.” You explained, searching his eyes for any signs of hostility.
“Are you saying you’re from the future? Y/N, did you hit your head or something? Shall I take you to a doctor?” He moved to hold your hands, still worried.
“No, Taehyung. Here, I- I can prove it,” You pulled away from him to fish out your bag and old clothes from where you stashed them all that time ago under the bed, lying them on top of the mattress.
“That clothing, and that bag. They are not from this time. Have you ever seen anything like them?”
“I-” The prince stammered, shaking his head, “No, but it could be from another country. Not the future.”
You huffed and opened the bag, taking out the contents: more clothing from your time, your bright pink water bottle, your phone, and its charger.
“What are those?” Taehyung asked, leaning over them.
You took your phone and powered it on, causing the man to jump in place as he watched the Apple logo appear on the screen.
“This,” You said, “Is technology. It’s called a phone, specifically an iPhone. That rubber-like chord, there, gives it power. See? Tell me this isn’t futuristic.”
The ancient prince blinked, watching as the device powered on, “I.. cannot give any other explanation. I suppose it would also explain why you suddenly showed up at the palace… I believe you,” He turned his gaze to meet your eyes making you smile.
You set the phone down and gingerly wrapped the man in a hug, which he returned enthusiastically.
“Taehyung,” You mumbled into his chest, “I have to go home soon. I have to leave.”
He let go and held you by your shoulder, pushing you back only slightly, “Soon? H- How soon?”
“Two days,” You mumbled, looking down.
Taehyung’s face crumbled as he stared at you with pained eyes. He took his hands off of you and reached into the pocket of his silk robes, “I.. wanted to give you something. I was saving it for.. A little later on, but now I want our time left together to last.”
You snapped your scrutiny up at him, “What.. What is it?”
He fished something out of his pocket and held a ring between his fingertips, it was covered in emeralds, rubies, and other rare jewels. Your eyes widened as he smiled shyly, “This belonged to my mother. She told me to give it to the one I wished to marry. I want to marry you, Y/N.”
You blinked, attempting to register the situation. Of course, in this time, there wasn’t really courting; it was marriage. Usually arranged marriages, like the one Taehyung was supposed to get later in life.
“I’ve grown to be attached to you… And I want- wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. But now, I want you to accept the ring, not to marry me, but to take it back with you and… Remember me.”
Tears welled in your eyes as you nodded, stepping closer to him once again, “I’ve developed romantic feelings for you as well. I tried to push them away because of course, my departure is inevitable but I just.. Can’t.”
Taehyung stepped closer to you as well, so that your chests were touching, and gently slipped the ring on your finger while searching your eyes with his, “I’ll never forget you, okay? None of us will.”
“I’ll never forget you all either,” You sniffled, tears beginning to fall.
The prince gently shushed you, wiping your tears before cupping your face and planting a soft kiss on your lips.
You were going to miss him. You were going to miss Goryeo.
This was going to be harder than you imagined.
* * *
After looking into the books a bit more, you discovered the exact time and place you had to be to leave for good. And so, at high noon, you changed back into the clothes you arrived in and snuck out of the palace, knowing that anyone who saw you would order you to change immediately.
You let the king know the night before that you would be making your departure. You thanked him for the longer-than-planned hospitality and quickly scurried away, intimidated by the founder of Goryeo.
You asked Taehyung to meet you at the bridge before you had to leave, and as you arrived and saw no sign of him, you sighed. You couldn’t wait; it was now or never.
You stepped in the middle of the bridge and looked at the partial eclipse, the bright sun hurting your eyes. You watched as your fingertips began to disappear and bits of solar light surrounded your body.
This was it.
Suddenly, you heard a loud, deep voice call your name. An all too familiar voice.
Whipping your head in the direction of said voice, your eyes widened upon seeing your love running towards you, tears in his eyes.
“Taehyung,” You mumbled as he hugged you, careful not to knock you out of the spot you had to be in to leave. He sobbed on your shoulder, you would’ve run your hands through his hair, but they, along with your arms, were disappearing.
“I don’t want you to leave. Please… Don’t leave me.”
“I have to,” You cooed, “I’m sorry.”
He released you from his death grip, watching as you dissipated before his very eyes.
“No,” He whimpered, capturing your lips in a needy, passionate kiss.
He let out another sob as he pulled away, watching as your crying figure continued to fade.
“I love you,” The prince whispered, watching you with helpless eyes.
“I love you too,” You gave him a soft smile through the tears.
And then, you were gone.
* * *
It’s been a year since you travelled to the time of the Goryeo Dynasty. You wrote a very successful book titled Through Time, There Was You. You’re currently at a signing event which includes a Q & A session, which is taking place right now.
“Ms L/N! Was there an inspiration for this book?” A woman asks.
You smile brightly and hold the microphone to your lips, “Yes, in fact, there was. A personal experience, followed by the painting done by Kim Taehyung of the Goryeo Dynasty. His most famous piece, of a maiden disappearing while standing on a bridge, surrounded by lights. The one titled ‘Her,’” You play with the jewelled ring on your finger as you wait for the next question, twisting it and running your opposite thumb over the emeralds.
A middle-aged man asks the next question, “You mention the Goryeo Dynasty a lot in Through Time, There Was You. Do you have a connection to it?”
“Ah,” You hum, thinking, “Not directly, no. But I have always been fascinated with it and any of my friends can tell you that I’ve always been a history nerd, especially when it comes to Goryeo. You could even say I went there once,” You grin cheekily.
“Okay,” The manager of the event says loudly, “We have time for one last question. You, young man with the blue jacket in the back.”
Said man makes his way to the front with a microphone in hand. Upon seeing him, you furrow your brows a bit. He looks awfully familiar, if only you could place it…
He has dyed dark brown hair that’s a bit long, like a mullet. Smooth, tan skin, and even lips that curl into a boxy smile. He’s wearing ripped jeans with a silk dress shirt, black Gucci shoes, and a blue Gucci jacket. You’ll hand it to him, he has style.
When his teary eyes meet yours and his voice rings throughout the library, your eyes go wide and you almost drop your own microphone as tears well in your eyes as well.
“Do you believe in reincarnation?”
You bite your lip as the two of you gaze at each other for a few seconds. You know then; it’s Taeyhung.
You then break out into a huge, dumb smile, and bring the microphone back to your lips, “I do now.”
prompt : ( Jungkook x Reader ) Jungkook is suddenly transported to the 21st century, and you’re stuck with him until he can get back to where he belongs.
For a long time, your life was completely normal. You were just a girl. You had a happy childhood, you went through the pain and puberty of middle and high school. Now you were awaiting your second year of college, the heat of summer keeping you inside your apartment.
You were never a fan of the heat.
It was an ordinary day of this hermit-like nature on which your life changed. You were no longer normal.
* * *
You’d been on FaceTime with your best friend, Jisoo, for a couple hours. Laughing about high school memories and complaining about your freshman year of college. But you heard what sounded like a distressed man outside your apartment. You scrunched your nose up and looked over at your door. Jisoo proceeded to make the same expression, “What are you doing? I can see up your nose. Gross.”
“You’re doing the same thing, you know,” You looked back down at the screen, giving her a pointed look. She laughed. “Okay, whatever. I have to go help my dad in the shop anyway. Later.”
“See you,” You mumbled, letting the phone drop onto the couch as she hung up. Drifting over to the door, you pressed your ear against it to further listen to the distressed man.
“What is this,” You could hear him mumbling, “This.. thing. This architecture. Where’s the palace?”
Palace? Was this guy nuts?
Slowly, you opened your door, only to find a guy about your age in medieval looking clothing, staring you down with dark, chocolate brown doe eyes. His clothing was odd, like he’d just walked out of one of those weird fantasy festivals. He wore a simple long sleeved shirt and long rugged pants with stitched leather shoes.
“Who are you?” He spoke in a clear and demanding tone. You jumped lightly, clearing your throat. Your confidence wasn’t very high, after all, considering you were in sweatpants and a t-shirt.
“Um.. my name is Y/N. Are you okay?” Was your meek answer. This guy was scary, honestly. He looked you up and down and made a disgusted look. “What are you wearing? How disgraceful.”
Well, he’s rather rude as well.
You face heated up with an embarrassed blush. “They’re called home clothes, okay? What’s your name?”
The man huffed at you, staring you down for a few seconds before finally giving you an answer, “Jungkook.”
Then, he fell face first into the floor.
* * *
Jungkook was out for a couple hours. You’d dragged him inside your apartment and into your room, tossing him on the bed. After a bit of work, you’d gotten him all comfy and started taking care of him. He now lay there with a damp rag over his forehead while you sat at his bedside. You didn’t know this man, yet you were still concerned about him and his health. Though he might have seemed a tad mentally ill, you wondered what exactly his story was.
Staring at him sleeping, you noticed his rather beautiful features. He was slim but toned for sure, he had high cheekbones and a sharp jawline. His nose had a certain slant to it that was just adorable, and his lips were perfectly uneven.
Too bad his hair was so long.
You let out a soft sigh, staring at him. His eyes blinked open and for a second, he seemed like he was going to rip your head off and run out the door. But he stopped himself as he saw you jump, as he saw how concerned you were and how you’d probably helped him.
He took a minute to speak, “Please, where am I?”
Your expression turned perplexed as your form slowly relaxed. He didn’t know where he was?
“You’re in Seoul, Korea. Are you feeling well?” You gently removed the rag and he sat up, nodding. The male looked around the room, scanning everything within his scrutiny before looking back at you. “I think I might have travelled forward in time.”
It took you a bit of time to let the words sink in. “Are you mentally ill? Did you escape a hospital?”
“No!” He was quick to react. Jungkook then sighed, his figure slumped in defeat and disappointment. “I’m Jeon Jungkook. I’m a war general.”
You hummed and grabbed your phone from the bedside table, ignoring the man’s questions about the device. You typed his name into Google and, shockingly, you had to believe him. The painting of Jeon Jungkook you found looked exactly like him. He was from 1396.. Somehow, he really had travelled forward in time.
Either that or he was an insanely impressive doppelganger.
“Okay,” You said slowly, “I believe you.”
The taller was eyeing your phone suspiciously still, but stopped and looked back at your eyes after you spoke. “Thank you,” He said sincerely, offering a small smile, which you returned. You set your phone down and stared at him intently, “So how did you get here?”
He held a hand to his head as if suppressing a headache, “I don’t know. The last thing I remember is training with Namjoon. It was storming. Lightning struck right outside the window, and then I was here.”
“I see,” You mumbled, thinking. The storm caused it, then, but how does that help in getting him back? You decided to focus on that later. You nodded to yourself and stood as he watched you, looking like a confused bunny.
“I’ll help you get back home. But first, we have to modernize you.”
His eyes went wide with dread, “M- Modernize me?”
Your lips twitched upward in an evil, sly grin, “Yup. Say goodbye to your luscious locks, Jungkook.”
His expression immediately changed to fearful and defensive as he backed away from you and held his hair in his hands, “No. I’ve been growing this out for my entire life! That’s 21 years of growth!”
Summary - Seokjin knows he won’t have Jaehwan for long. The illusion of their love is a false reflection in the fading wisps of feelings they once harboured for each other.
“I was wondering when you would notice it and ask me to stop”
“I don’t think asking would have actually made you stop.”
“I guess not”
-
When Jaehwan returns, he apologises to Seokjin.
Jaehwan apologises but makes no excuses. It’s part of what Seokjin likes about Jaehwan. He has no lies or cover ups or excuses. He comes down to the fancy apartment they share in the ‘right side’ of town after disappearing for days and tells him he is sorry.
He doesn’t tell Seokjin what he is sorry for and Seokjin doesn’t ask because there are things he should be sorry for and he doesn’t tell Jaehwan about them either.
Instead they kiss. It’s easier to be lost in the way Jaehwan’s lips on his skin give him goosebumps and how the warmth of someone else feels just right when he has been deprived for so long. Sex doesn’t require thinking. Sex doesn’t even require feelings if you are doing it right.
And so he kisses Jaehwan back and let’s the thoughts in his head be drowned out behind white noise.
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Seokjin grows up in a house in the posh suburbs to the east of the city. He grows up in a small two storeyed house with a flower bed in the front yard and a white picket fence all around. He even had a sugar glider briefly but he forgets the name.
His life changes drastically when his father decides to run for the local government body. Suddenly his family is thrust into the limelight and his father’s PR team decides to use the opportunity to broadcast how virtuous and well behaved they are.
His mother and brother fare better under the scrutiny. His mother is traditional and believes in supporting her husband and hence has no problem playing the part of the loving partner. His brother is ambitious. He studies business in a prestigious business school and starts his own business, riding on his father’s fame. He humbly attributes his success to the values his parents instilled in him at any public event and even marries the daughter of their father’s biggest sponsor for campaigns.
Seokjin does what any sensible young adult would when faced with life changing events out of their control.
Seokjinrebels.
He goes to the local art college to study filmmaking. Despite his gorgeous face, he becomes an assistant director with a non-profit organization that works to raise awareness about issues plaguing modern society through films. And as the last nail in the proverbial coffin of his good boy image, he starts to date Lee Jaehwan. A good for nothing who brings no addition to their family’s social status, his grandmother announces over a family dinner and Seokjin kisses Jaehwan in front of everyone to “console him”.
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“Try not to give someone an aneurysm” Hoseok pleads, adjusting Seokjin’s wonky bow tie.
“I make no promises,” Seokjin says with a devilish smile.
“Okay. I’ll treat you to coffee for a month if you can wait till after the auction has concluded before offending someone with a witty remark” Hoseok says.
“Of course I am not gay, I am merely waiting for the right girl to make an honest man out of me. Of course my parents are doing well, I called them just the other day. Yes my brother’s business is doing great, I am very proud. If only I was more like him” Seokjin says in a shrill voice and Hoseok gives up on any hopes he has.
Seokjin follows his friend who navigates through the crowd and talks to the crowd attending the art exhibition he has curated. It has the most ostentatious, the creme de la creme of society in attendance and Hoseok has high hopes to earn the profits he needs to keep the museum running tonight. And Seokjin is many things but not a bad friend so he sticks to the flutes of champagne supplied helpfully by the servers and makes a polite comment here and there but says nothing more.
“Isn’t she a beauty?” Hoseok asks, when he finds Seokjin looking at one of the modern art pieces on display. It’s a realist painting of a diner in a small town. The diner has large glass panels that lets the onlooker see inside and note the people sitting down by it and a waiter serving them from behind the counter.
“What’s the story behind this?” Seokjin asks. The diner is dreary to look at and inspires no strong emotions but that is how real life is. Nothing interesting ever happens and Seokjin can hardly blame the artist for depicting the truth of the world. It’s also surprisingly devoid of people and meaningful interaction, like it is an image of a lonely time, sliced out of the flow of time and captured on canvas. It’s how most of his nights look now but Seokjin quickly squashes the depressing reminder.
“Nighthawks by Edward Hopper. A classic modern art piece” Hoseok tells him. “It’s supposed to be a comment about loneliness in the urban lifestyle of the 1940s America.”
“Still holds,” Seokjin says, taking a sip of his champagne. His cheeks burn with warmth but he ignores it.
“Is it already bid for?”
“Not very high if you’re thinking about buying it. Everyone is going for the more well known modern art pieces or the fancier classics” Hoseok says. Seokjin takes a cheque book out of his jacket. He didn’t intend on using it tonight but life has never gone the way he intended it at any time.
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“What do you think?” Seokjin asks once the crew from the museum installs the painting in the living room and leaves.
Jaehwan looks at the painting and says nothing. Seokjin knows he hates it. But it is magnanimous of him not to voice it immediately. The painting has grown on Seokjin and he can’t bring himself to regret the small fortune he has spent on it.
“I like it” Seokjin responds when Jaehwan doesn’t. He reaches out and adjusts the painting so that it is perfectly parallel to the edges of the wall.
“Why this specific painting?” Jaehwan asks.
“I liked the irony of a social place being used to depict loneliness. It spoke to me spiritually” Seokjin says. He goes on to add the analysis of the painting that Hoseok gave him about loneliness and despair and how the want of company and comfort is a thing that hasn’t changed over decades and continents.
“You could add a funky neon sign with a few letters blinking or not lit up and it would be any themed diner here in South Korea” Seokjin jokes before admiring the way the painting looks on the light cream coloured walls of the apartment.
Jaehwan stares at the painting and never looks at it again for the remainder of the night.
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Things almost go back to normal but they really don’t.
Jaehwan takes Seokjin on pretty dates to pretty places during the day and whispers dirty things into his ear as he kisses him at night. It’s almost like the days he disappeared and the fights they had didn’t exist.
But he also dazes out in the middle and never really pays attention to whatever Seokjin is talking about. He hums and responds at all the right places in a conversation but never really means any of it. Jaehwan also takes to his old habit of smoking in the balcony after every night they spend together. It’s like whatever happened in those days has changed everything between them.
Seokjin knows that the ground beneath his feet has shifted. He’s no stranger to that feeling of the world changing overnight. Only this time, it happens so quietly that Seokjin really doesn’t know how to deal with it.
How do you hold onto smoke that lies within your reach but cannot be held? It only shifts out of his grasp, just far enough to never truly be held and just near enough to suffocate him slowly.
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“I have news for you” Jaehwan says, looking at Seokjin. “Taehyung liked the manuscript I sent in. He’s suggested minor changes and decided to forward it to Namjoon. If Namjoon likes it, I will get a publishing deal.”
“That’s amazing,” Seokjin says and finds that he really means it. “I didn’t even know you were planning on sending it in.”
Jaehwan and Taehyung have an awkward history. Taehyung is a book critic and editor for Namjoon’s publishing house and someone very familiar with Jaehwan’s writing from his newspaper columnist days. Taehyung always claims to have fallen in love with Jaehwan’s writing way back then. But Seokjin knows that Jaehwan wants nothing to do with his old life and so he usually diverts Taehyung’s attention away from it.
“It’s nerve wrecking as fuck. I hope this becomes popular as hell so I never have to write ever again” Jaehwan swears. Seokjin laughs.
“Let’s open up a new wine bottle. Yoongi recommended this new brand of red wine that I got a bottle of and you can tell me what your new book is about” Seokjin says. It’s a little too early to celebrate anything but a little cheer will be good for them.
“It’s just a story about… people. Places and things. Nothing and everything” Jaehwan says vaguely as he gestures to the air around him.
“What a thrilling description. I’ll ask Namjoon to put it on the book cover” Seokjin says wryly. For the first time in a very long time, Jaehwan laughs and Seokjin laughs with him.
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What Seokjin does ask of Namjoon is a copy of the finalized manuscript that is approved for printing.
Namjoon loves the book and gives it a raving review. The publishing deal is finalized quickly because Taehyung does not want to give Jaehwan the chance to change his mind. Before Seokjin knows it, a thick bundle of papers tied together with a large gaudy paper clip and sealed in tacky brown packaging arrives at his doorstep.
Seokjin keeps the manuscript a secret. He wants to let Jaehwan offer a signed personal copy for keepsake. But he is also a curious soul and this trait always gets the best of him.
Jaehwan is out for the night. (He is always out for some reason or the other.) So Seokjin pours himself a glass of cheap store bought red wine and puts the manuscript on his lap and begins to read.
It’s a story of a lost man. A man who feels lost even though he is loved by all and a man who doesn’t know himself though everyone around him is quick to label their relationship with him and by extension to label him. The protagonist spends half the novel wandering and pitying himself till he meets someone and falls in love. It’s a forbidden sort of love and sucks both men in till their feelings overwhelm them. The protagonist leaves by the end because the protagonist always does but he leaves his heart in the tiny dingy motel they met in and even that admission is a guilty confession to the wide vacuum of an uncaring world and not to the object of his affection.
Seokjin reads through the manuscript in one setting. Jaehwan is just that good with his words and Seokjin knows this is a rare glimpse into his mind that no one else is afforded just yet. Jaehwan will make it big. No wonder Taehyung is anxious to have the deal under his publishing house. Jaehwan writes about true love and heartbreak in a magnificent way that anyone can understand but can only hope to experience in their lifetime. At once the grandeur of heartbreak is within your grasp and just out of your reach.
When he finishes the manuscript, he looks at the painting hanging in the gallery and understands Jaehwan’s surprise. He rereads the last confession and understands Jaehwan’s disdain too.
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“I don’t have excuses” Jaehwan says, when Seokjin finds him smoking on their bedroom’s balcony.
“You never do” Seokjin says, sitting down next to him.
“I’m a shit liar for a writer” Jaehwan admits. Seokjin scoffs and rubs his nose. He is resigned to the situation but he doesn’t find the smell pleasant. Nothing will endear him to smoking, he thinks. Not even the oncoming heartbreak.
“You’re much better than you think you are” Seokjin says. Jaehwan gives him a searching look. How much does Seokjin already know, Jaehwan wonders. The painting from the living room is gone and Jaehwan has seen the copy of his book on Seokjin’s nightstand.
“How much did you read?” he ventures to ask. Some band-aids are better ripped off as soon as the wound stops bleeding.
“All of it” Seokjin replies honestly.
“I didn’t mean to break your heart” Jaehwan tells him.
“You don’t get to decide what hurts me and what doesn’t” Seokjin says sharply. He doesn’t like the way Jaehwan genuinely sounds apologetic and guilty. He hates how it isn’t motivated by love and merely by concern over a relationship that should have died much earlier.
“Why did you come back if you thought you really loved the one you left behind?” Seokjin asks.
“Because that ending is… a white lie. A romantic ending to make the book sellable. I didn’t fall in love when I was at the motel. I didn’t fall in love with someone else” Jaehwan explains.
“You only fell out of love with me” Seokjin summarizes breezily. Jaehwan draws a deep breath of his cigarette and turns away to let the smoke out. This hurts more than Seokjin thought it would.
The two men sit in the balcony and avoid looking at each other. The air between them is thick with tension, stuffy from the remains of what once was and will never be again.
Seokjin watches the tendrils of smoke rise from the last of Jaehwan’s cigarette through its reflection in the window glass. The ember glows till it dims and fades out, leaving only smoke in its wake.
He wonders if the disappearance of the carbon means he can pretend that the smoke never existed once sufficient time has passed. Or if the smell will taint his memories forever like heartbreak threatens to taint the rose hued past blue. He wonders if he can lean forward and catch the smoke as it twists in and out of the air current to rise up and disappear into nothingness. He wonders if the smoke was always meant to escape and if the paper was always meant to burn to give it the freedom it so runs after.
In the end, all the smoke does is suffocate him and make his eyes water.
summary: yoongi spots a couple of guys checking you out at the club. So, of course, he has to show them who you belong to. 18+
paring:non-idol!yoongi x female reader (established relationship)
genre: suggested smut, fluff and a bit of crack behavior from y/n’s drunk friends.
warnings: cursing, jealous yoongi, alcohol consumption, yoongi grabs reader’s ass, and heavy mentions of smut.
w/c:900
Rating:18+
a/n: so…. you might run into a few grammar mistakes since I can’t afford my grammarly subscription anymore (the sad tales of a broke hoe) but please enjoy!
Yoongi only came to the club tonight because you asked him to. It if were up to him, he’d have his eyes glued to his Netflix account, relaxing after a long, hard week of work. Instead, he sat hunched over at the bar, sipping on his whisky as his gaze followed your every move on the dance floor.
You were having fun with your friends; hair styled just as you liked, luscious lips coated with a flirty red shimmer, along with a tight fit bodycon dress that left nothing to the imagination. The more you laughed and danced with your girls, the more the thin fabric slipped up the thickest parts of your thighs, exposing your delicate flesh.
Yoongi ran his tongue across his bottom lip, daydreaming about all the ways he was going to fuck you the second the two of you got home. How he was going to slip your pretty feet out of your heels, placing kisses up your inner thighs until licking between the wet valley he was starving for. That would surely make his wasted time at the club worth wild.
“See that girl, the one in the black dress. She’s badd as fuck.”
Yoongi’s ears perked at the sudden mention of you. His eyes glaring at the man sitting beside him. The men who dared speak about his woman in such a perverse way.
“Yeah, she is.” The second male agrees, suggestively rubbing his hands together as he continues to leer over at you. “Had my eye on that ass all night. Think I should talk to her?”
The male playfully shoves at his friend, “Dude, I called dibs first.”
A chuckle vibrates from his throat, “A woman like that needs a real man.” He bites at his lip as his eyes travel down the curves of your body. “Someone who’s gonna take care of that sexy body all night-.”
CLANK
Yoongi slams his glass on top of the bar, creating a loud thud that causes the two men beside him to flinch at the sound. “Sorry.” He apologizes sarcastically, tonguing the inside of his cheek as he intimidatingly examines the two. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Y-your good, bro-” The man’s sentence gets cut short by the irritating glare deep within Yoongi’s eyes. He didn’t know what he had done wrong to cause such a malice look from a stranger, but he definitely didn’t want to make him any more upset. “No hard feelings.”
“Sure.” Yoongi clenched his jaw as he stood from the barstool, slapping down a 20 dollar bill to pay for his tab. “No hard feelings.” His tone, even more sarcastic, yet vexing than before.
Yoongi was never one to get jealous, in fact, he was quite confident when it came to your relationship. However, something about the way the two men gawked at you like a juicy piece of meat had him aggravated, wanting nothing more than to put them in their place.
Approaching you on the dance floor, Yoongi casually slips his hand around your waist from behind, spinning you around until the two of you are face to face.
“Yoo-Yoongi…” You were startled by the foreign touch at first, but the moment you recognized his chestnut hair, onyx eyes, and gummy smirk, your body relaxed into your boyfriend’s hold. “I thought you were going to stay at the bar-…”
Without giving you time to speak, Yoongi crashes his lips onto yours. His tongue seeking refuge past the entrance of your lips, exploring all the dips and crevices your mouth had to offer. His hands slip down the arch of your back only to unapologetically grab a handful of your ass.
You staggered for a moment, attempting to process where Yoongi’s frisky behavior stammered from. Only to fall victim to his intoxicating cologne and the throbbing he had caused between your thighs. Giving in, you press your breast against his chest, running your fingers throughout his hair to deepen the passion of the kiss.
When Yoongi pulls away, he continues to hold your body close to him. With his arms wrapped around your waist, his dark eyes pierced over at the two men gawking at you moments ago, only now staring with envy across their astonished faces.
“What’s got you so handsy tonight, Yoongles?” You giggle, oblivious to your boyfriend’s exact revenge.
Yoongi replaces his cocky expression with an alluring one. “What? I can’t kiss my beautiful girlfriend in the middle of the dance floor?” He answers innocently.
You arch a brow at your boyfriend, attempting to assemble the situation. “Something happened, didn’t it?” You press on.
Yoongi chuckles, not able to get anything past his intelligent girlfriend. “I’ll tell you later.” he says, leaning in to whisper, “Only after I bend you over the mattress and remind you who you belong to, kitten.”
Yoongi’s seductive tone and lewd choice of words sends a pleasurable tingle straight to your womanly core. The thought of him thrusting in and out of your needy hole has you quickly growing in heat. “Sorry girls,” You apologize to your friends, hastily grabbing onto Yoongi’s wrist. “I’m calling it a night. See ya,” you begin to drag him along.
“Waaaaaah.” Your tipsy best friend calls after you. “Leaving us so you can get some dick. I see how it is, Y/N!”
“Traitor!” The other friend called out to you playfully.
Yoongi only snickered at your eagerness to get him home. He always found you to be sexy whenever you carried that horny yet determined shimmer in your eyes. Also making a mental note to take care of every desire you had tonight.
And to think this all happened because Yoongi got jealous.
Summary: 6 years ago, (Y/N) thought that she was finally taking her life into her hands, leaving behind a toxic and abusive relationship with a man who taught her she’d never be worthy of love. However, it became hard to ignore his words when she met her seven soulmates who rejected her without even giving her a chance to prove herself. It took (Y/N) 3 years to realize that it wouldn’t be her end. She would live on to prove them all wrong; she would become what they all thought she wasn’t: someone worthy of love. And as she stands proudly on the stage, under the burning spotlights, the applause and the cries of the delirious crowd, she feels alive. Alive, just like the bond she had believed to be broken.
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Pairings: Y/N x OT7
Genre: Soulmate AU!, Idol Y/NAU!, semi social-media AU!, ANGST (mainly), fluff, romance, maybe smut in the series, NSFW.
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Warnings: Stong language, mention of death, and near death experience.
NOTE: HELLO IM BACK ! It’s been A WHILE ! LOL I hope everyone has been doing well, sorry for disapearing on you guys! I kinda struggled with the flow of this chapter but it’s here nevertheless ! I hope you’ll enjoy it! Feedback is warmly welcomed as always, here we go with the 17th chapter !!! (already??)
I hope you’re doing okay. Here, it’s not terrible but it’s not the best either… It’s hard to handle everything at home. Jungkook still refuses to talk with me. It’s been more than a month, I’m starting to think that he’ll never forgive me. I don’t know what to do about him.
Taeyhungie and Namjoonie are never here, both of them are apparently “researching” about bonds and the lasting effects of the medical ones. To be fair, it’s mostly Namjoon’s idea but ever since he started dropping things and losing the strength in his hands, Taehyung has become his assistant, helping him each time his hands give up. Though, Taehyung is not doing much better than him… His memories are sometimes a total fog and it honestly worries everyone… It’s been a little over a month since … Yongsun left and Namjoon’s hands haven’t gotten any stronger, Taeyhung refuses to share how much progress he’s making with his memories… My eyesight is slightly better, I think, but sometimes it feels like I’m back to square one. It’s hard to focus on it when all the boys seem to be struggling anyway. Also… my own progress is painfully slow… it does feel like I see a bit more clearly than I did for the past month but it’s not striking. Colors seem a bit more vivid, I wonder if it’s going to gradually get better or if I’ll get stuck somewhere in the recovery… it is so weird how the six of us have different symptoms and after-effects… it was also different for each of us when the medical bond broke… Joon-hyung felt the pain in his hands as soon as the fake bond broke but it only lasted a short moment, whereas Jungkook was in physical pain for a few days if not more… Typical of him not to tell us how much he’s hurting…
The good news is that Yoongi-hyung has finally moved back in with us. It makes everyone much less worried about him even if he isn’t feeling great, at least he’s out of danger and he’s with us. It’s painful to see him this miserable, but he’s… alive. He’s struggling, but he’s trying. The scars on his arms are hard to look at, and I think no one feels comfortable letting him alone with any available blades. Seokjin always monitors him when he’s in the kitchen by himself and Hobi always takes his showers with him. I’m scared to say that, but his scars truly don’t look great, and sometimes, there are fresh ones in his arms… I wish one of us could find a way to completely stop him; we’ll get here one day, we’ll do everything for him to get better. Hoseok-hyung, especially. He and Yoongi-hyung are in their little world. It feels like their health has started depending on one another. Yoongi-hyung seems to be feeling a bit more alive when Hobi is with him and Hobi seems a bit less in his mind when hyung needs something. Hobi being Hobi, he tries to hide his pain; he doesn’t want to worry us, and I get him. But it’s so frustrating… He tries to make it looks like everything is fine but we all can see how clearly he spaces out because he struggles to remain concentrated for a long time. It’s really stupid. He doesn’t want to admit that he has after-effects from the break of the bond, and yet, everyone knows. It’s so obvious how he pinches his nose in annoyance as he struggles to concentrate. He probably has terrible headaches, but it’s hard to tell since he says nothing about it. He always does this; he runs his hands through his hair, pinch his nose, rubs his palms together, and presses his fingers to his temple. No one addresses the problem, we all let Hoseok lie to himself. It doesn’t seem to be the best solution, but it isn’t as if hyung would listen to us, anyway.
It doesn’t feel normal, it doesn’t feel like we’re okay. We’re merely avoiding the issue, we’re barely breathing, and yet, we’re together.
Maybe, though, we should truly be concerned about Jin-hyung. It’s been a while since I heard his voice. The first few days after … ugh.
The first few days, he was yelling all the time. But ever since he came back from the hospital with Hobi, he’s been quieter and quieter. Hoseok-hyung explained to us what happened because Seokjin didn’t say anything at all. He didn’t say a word, merely sitting on the couch, staring outside. He still cooks, he still works out and goes on walks with Joonie-hyung in the evenings, but he's… very quiet. I know that the meeting with Yongsun’s parents must have been hard to swallow. Honestly, I still can’t believe the audacity of those people, but I can’t help but think something else is up. It seems that he has trouble hearing himself talk or hearing us talk… I can’t help but think that we should ask him because if he truly can’t hear anymore, we need to find new ways to communicate. I know everyone is avoiding the topic, but we can’t leave him like that. Namjoon-hyung said he probably needs time, yet, as much as I agree, I feel like we should do more. But it’s hard because we don’t really talk anymore… I miss him.
Do you think we’ll ever get better? Is it wishful thinking to hope for better days?
Hi Little Reader,
Remember when I told you Jin-hyung had gone quiet ? Well, today he said he couldn’t take it anymore and that he needed answers. I tried to ask him what he meant and he said, I quote “I’m gonna find Yongsun and ask her why the hell she did that to us”. Jungkook left the room as soon as he heard Yongsun’s name and I can’t blame him… I don’t understand Jin-hyung. He was first yelling, then he went quiet, and suddenly his conclusion is that he needs to see Yongsun?
I don’t get him. I really don’t.
Taehyung did comment that at least he was speaking again, but I don’t know if we shouldn’t talk him out of it. I have a bad feeling about this. But none of us seem to be able to address the problem … God I hate this. It can only bring bad news…
Hi Little Reader,
Jungkook asked me if I wanted tea. He didn’t say more; he did two cups for the both of us, he sat next to me but didn’t talk more than that. It’s progress but it felt so awkward that I didn’t know what to do. I tried to ask him if he started feeling the bond again, yet, he didn’t reply. I think it means that he still doesn’t feel it, it’s obvious that it bothers him a lot but he tries not to complain too much (probably because he thinks that he can't… Jungkook has never been one to share his feelings easily, and each time he looks at Yoongi-hyung, he looks like he might start crying… I hope he doesn’t think that because Yoongi has it worse, he can’t complain about his situation…)
I also noticed that the scar on his cheek hasn’t really healed… Hoseok-hyung said that Jungkook seems to struggle to look at himself in the mirror… I wonder if it’s because he thinks of everything that happened when he sees his scar. Maybe he thinks again about the ‘fight’ he had with Namjoon…
I still hear Taehyung crying at night. I want to comfort him but he refuses to open his door, he keeps it locked. Namjoon-hyung says that his memory is slowly coming back and it gives him nightmares. Somehow, I wish he would have totally forgotten. It would have been less painful than to hear his cries as he wakes up. But until now, he was eaten by guilt without fully understanding, only because he could see us and the damages done every single day, yet he couldn’t remember everything that happened despite knowing that he was the starting point of it all. Maybe it was better for him not to fully remember Yongsun’s abuse… after all, who knows how far it went between her and Tae? He was always with her, and to be honest, no one knows what Tae heard, saw, nor lived through. He hides everything so well, I wouldn’t be surprised to know that she actually was the most horrible one with him. Taehyung is the kind of person to take everything in silently, to protect everyone. I fear that this is what happened… it would explain his screams during the night, but I wish he would just talk to us. We need to understand but he strongly refuses. He’s stuck in his head…
It’s hard to see him suffering this way; it’s hard to know that some of his memories are so dreadful… but Namjoon-hyung said that Tae feels relieved to remember. Maybe one day he’ll open up to me. I hope he will. I want to help so bad.
Another selfish thought before I stop this entry here … Do you think our (Y/N), the real one, is somewhere in our world? I know this has become the name that everyone is avoiding but … I can’t help but think… How different from Yongsun would she be? Is she her total opposite? Someone soft, who would never lay a hand on us? Could we ever trust her? Maybe she’d be our precious person by now had we met her instead of Yongsun… maybe we wouldn’t be broken as we are now… Or maybe the whole concept of soulmates is messed up and only meant to hurt … What if it was only a cruel joke to make us hope? After all… What kind of proof do we have that all of this is true? It has been running in my head for a few days already, but what if all those bond skeptics were right in the end? What if all of this was a lie?
What did we do that was so wrong?
(Y/N) took a few shaky breaths, closing the diary again. Jimin’s tone was still soft, but his doubts about the soulmate system still left a sour aftertaste, especially now that she knew that it had been the trigger of his rejection. Sighing softly, she gulped nervously, trying to process Jimin’s words but also trying to ignore the growing efforts she had to make to breathe correctly the longer Jungkook was gone.
Looking around her apartment, (Y/N) took her cup of tea and drank slowly, as if to help the lump in her throat, but to no avail. Jungkook still seemed to be out with the others.
Good. She’d rather not see him right now, even if her lungs seemed to protest at the idea of him being gone any longer. She didn’t feel ready to see him, not to see anyone for that matter. She hated this oppressive feeling, almost like her heartbeat was too loud, her body too heavy, and her mind too crowded. She needed to get herself out of this mood.
Scrolling down on her phone, she replied to the few messages Raya sent and mindlessly went on Twitter. A smile gently crept on her lips as she read some messages her fans left. Maybe she should do a live soon. She would probably need Jungkook to be in the apartment for her body to feel a bit lighter, but she missed interacting with her fans. They always had been a constant source of happiness for her, perhaps she needed that little push to ground herself a little bit. Go back to her everyday life a bit more rather than to wallow in her room. It wouldn’t help the tension in her body, but it would alleviate the turmoil she mentally felt. Typing quickly, she left a little message for her fans, hoping that it would brighten someone’s day, even if it just brought a little smile to someone’s face, it would be enough. She started music for this reason, after all.
She wanted to give back the love she received. Stopping in her movements, she took a picture before tweeting it and adding it to her post. She smiled while putting her phone down and switching to her laptop. Watching meaningless videos would probably empty her mind, right? Taking a deep breath, she reflected for a second.
Maybe it was finally time for her to wonder; how did their bond work? How did it come that each of them had different aftereffects with the medical bond? A lot seemed to be confusing to (Y/N), and as much as she had once been enthusiastic and tried to learn about the bonds as much as she had been able to, her interest had quickly declined with the rejection she had had to face and the consequences it left her to deal with. (Y/N) had ignored the bond all those years, refusing to even think about it or get medical attention for it, at least, not more than needed. It had been hard to be worried about a bond as a whole when her own body was struggling to survive. Then her mind also gave up and it just became a constant fight for life. She had had better things to do than to wonder about the way her bond worked with her other “mates” as much as she hated the word.
However now, curiosity strangely peaked again. Not so much because of the boys as people, but because what she was reading made no sense. How did it come that their bond was so particular? She had never read anything similar to their case in any class that ever mentioned the concepts of bonds, and it wasn’t because she didn’t get a lot of those. (Y/N) could still roll her eyes at the only thought of it; soulmates class had once been her favorite. She snorted just at the thought. It had annoyingly long hours of torture. At that time, (Y/N) had believed that those classes would one day come in handy. But the more she grew up, the more she realized how naive that thought had been, especially in her case.
Yet, in almost 10 years, research had probably advanced, right? Maybe some articles or thesis would mention a similar case. Even if the similarities weren’t numerous, there had to be something, anything, that could be a clue to explain it all… Peaking at her notifications on Twitter one last time, she breathed out, trying to focus on her screen rather than to focus on her aching body. Maybe thinking about the concept of soulmates would make the pain slightly more bearable, or so she hoped as she started diving into articles dealing with medical bonds and their effects.
It had been a while since they had met all together, the seven of them hadn’t grown distant; it was impossible in such a short span of time, but the physical distance had clearly been bothering them. It had always been their moment of comfort; as long as they were together, everything would somehow fall into place. Their bond was truly a wonder. It was something so deeply carved into their skin that no one—outside it—would ever fully grasp the extent of the influence it had on their behavior and on who they were as people.
However, for the first time, Seokjin felt itchy.
Something was definitely not right, it decidedly wasn’t comfortable. The seven of them were together, the distance wasn’t something any of them were thinking about and yet… and yet Seokjin never quite felt so ill at ease. After all, as hypocritical as it could sound, one of them was indeed missing. It was clearer than it had ever been to him.
Seokjin berated himself for even thinking such a thing. (Y/N) didn’t want to be one of them; she clearly said so, and she had every reason to. They had no right to think of her as one of them after what they did to her. He would never have the pretension of thinking that she had to suddenly welcome them with open arms after they rejected her all these years ago. She made it clear that she didn’t want to have anything to do with them; she was staying with Jungkook out of necessity and not because she actually wanted to. He knew it and he accepted it. But it didn’t mean that it couldn’t hurt. Seokjin hated feeling that way, he didn’t feel like it was his place to feel hurt. His own feelings did not feel valid to him. He knew he logically couldn’t prevent himself from feeling. However, those feelings were unjustified in his own eyes. Who could dare to be hurt from their soulmate’s rejection when you rejected them already?
The air between the seven of them had always been tense after they had rejected (Y/N). Words that were left unspoken, behavior that became weirder with time, eyes escaping when questions were asked. Seokjin had always had many things he wanted to ask; like why hadn’t Jungkook said anything about not wanting to reject her in the end? Maybe it would have changed many things in their future. Not that Seokjin blamed Jungkook, far from it, but maybe if he had spoken up about this, some of them would have also spoken against abandoning her. Seokjin was pretty sure that both Yoongi and Hoseok had been against it as well. Yoongi had just been too exhausted to start such a heavy discussion, too tired to fight and to try again to speak himself against them, and Hoseok hadn’t wanted to disturb the tentative peace that they had started creating after Yongsun’s departure. The storm was still not over in his eyes, a dark fog was still looming over their heads.
Also, why did Jimin refuse to tell them what had happened between the two of them for him to suddenly think they were wrong and that they needed to consider having (Y/N) in their soulgroup? Jimin had spiraled after Yongsun, suddenly rethinking everything he had once believed about soulmates. It had been painful to see. As his soulmates, hearing Jimin constantly say that the concept of soulmates was only a disaster, a trick made by governments to manipulate their people, had crushed a part of his soul. Jimin’s connection had almost felt weak at one point. Jungkook had kept on feeling scared about this, saying that the more skeptical Jimin was, the less he could feel his bond, even if the younger had already been struggling to feel it at that time. The bond was still here and it would never break this easily, but Jimin’s mind had been somewhere else while he had been telling his own soulmates that he didn’t believe in what they had anymore. He still loved them, dearly, but his own claims and beliefs were hurting their bond.
To be fair, however, he didn’t say it blatantly, but it hadn’t been hard for his soulmates to understand the innuendos. So what happened between him and (Y/N) for him to drastically go back on his words and suddenly start believing that what they had should be treasured? No one complained about the change (actually, that’s a lie, but Seokjin welcomed this change warmly), but no one understood where it came from. What could have (Y/N) told him to finally bring him out of those swirling thoughts that had made him spiral for such a long time? Seokjin wouldn’t forget, couldn’t forget. One day, he would ask. Maybe if he ever got allowed to, he would ask (Y/N) directly and maybe even thank her, because god, that had been such a relief for Seokjin to finally stop listening to Jimin spiraling over soulmates.
Seokjin had many, oh so many things to ask his soulmates, why did Yoongi keep on playing this audio of Hoseok crying that night? Why did the both of them stop speaking for a few days before they never left each other’s hip? Why did Jungkook keep on crying right after he woke up for almost a whole month? How did it come that Yoongi and Hoseok always went on walks for hours when Yoongi had trouble walking for more than a few minutes? Seokjin even followed them once, but they only walked for a few minutes before stopping because Yoongi was out of breath, before picking up, and stopping again.
For 5 hours.
Seokjin might not be as invested as Namjoon to understand the complexity of the bond’s system, but he was not dumb either. He had known something had been up and it hadn’t been that hard to understand what. His soulmates weren’t that good at hiding things after the Yongsun’s disaster.
Seokjin had a lot of questions left, but he also had a lot that had already been answered, such as why Namjoon and Taehyung had been so firm with their rejection of (Y/N). Why Jungkook’s bond and (Y/N)’s one had connected. Why Yongsun had done what she did. Why Raya was so angry at them while looking guilty each time she told them to leave (Y/N) alone.
Seokjin should be angry, really. Angry at how ridiculously bad their communication had become, angry at Namjoon and Taehyung for not explaining what they found out, angry at Raya for her audacity, angry at Yongsun’s desperation that almost cost their lives, and yet he didn’t have the energy. It was tiring to always do his best to listen to everyone while he almost couldn’t hear anymore.
Regardless, that afternoon, even if they all tried their best to ignore the tension between them all and the itch they all felt because of (Y/N)’s absence; they all felt it. It was obvious.
Jungkook tried to remain blissfully unaware, Seokjin could see behind his smile that he could feel their bond straining in very different directions and he felt sorry for the youngest one, but it wasn’t like he could help it. The bonds were trying to find their last link. Namjoon did warn them about that possibility. He said that since the six of them were tied to Jungkook, the extension of Jungkook’s bond would obviously pique their own bond’s interest and it would try to connect to the last missing piece of their soul group naturally.
It might happen, but for some reason, Seokjin believed that it would be the worst kind of scenario.
It would throw their free will away and force (Y/N) into a situation that she (more than just probably) would prefer to avoid, and Seokjin couldn’t blame her. He’d do the same had he been in her shoes. Or maybe not, he’d try to seek answers, once again reaching to the very people who hurt him badly just like he did with Yongsun. He honestly couldn’t tell what he would have done in her shoes, it would be hypocritical to try to imagine what she went through. It wouldn’t be something he could understand without more information.
“So… are we going to ignore what we’re all thinking about or…” surprisingly enough, it was Hoseok who finally spoke out. If Seokjin had believed someone would say something, it would have been Jungkook with the way he behaved those days, not Hoseok.
“Let’s not-”
“No, let’s be honest for once. We’ve run away from this for too long, and look where we are now. It has to change, it cannot go on like this, Joon-ah.” Namjoon remained silent, head dropping slightly at Hoseok’s trembling words.
“What is there left to say, though?” Taehyung ’s voice was hopeless, and Seokjin found himself sighing.
“What about, everything? Maybe it’s also time for you to speak up. We all know you’ve been looking for solutions for us, for information about our bond. You probably found a bunch of information and you aren’t sharing these with us. How do you expect (Y/N) to miraculously trust us when we can’t put this trust into you even between us?” A sharp intake of a breath was the only thing Seokjin didn’t pick up on but clearly read on Taehyung’s shaking lips.
“You don’t trust us?” Taehyung whispered, almost afraid to hear the answer.
“Look, I trust you with my life, but I’m starting to wonder if I should.”
“Hey. Let’s calm down, will you? You’re being too loud.” Seokjin finally breathed out as everyone got quiet again after Yoongi’s request. It wasn’t as if the older man never spoke out anymore, but once he did, the six of them usually listened to him.
“I know I’ve been evasive, I haven’t told you the truth on many points when I should have, I know and I’m sorry. I will explain everything to you guys as well, I promise, but I want to give this to (Y/N) first. She’s likely to contact me soon and I don’t want to fuck this up. I don’t want her to feel left out, if needed I’ll ask her if she would be comfortable with all of us being here while Taehyung and I explain this-"
"Taehyung knows?”
“Of course, I do. How could I not when I basically wrote everything down for him since he couldn’t even handle holding a pen?”
“Joon, you never told us the damages on your hands were that important-"
"It doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is all of this, us, (Y/N), and what we’re going to become. Let’s not expect for her to forgive us after she gets an explanation because it probably won’t happen. Don’t get your hopes up, I beg you.” He wished he could give them hope, but it was clear for everyone that Namjoon did not believe that his explanation would be enough.
Seokjin snorted, what kind of explanation could ever be enough anyway? He could only hope that (Y/N) would understand at least. They did this to protect her even if it was hard to believe it. They put her in extreme danger. That was true. Maybe it hadn’t been the best solution.
But what would have happened if they had accepted her at that moment? Seokjin knew all too well the answer, and he sighed softly at the thought of it.
Namjoon and Taehyung did their best. They tried to protect her from the lasting effects of the medical bond that fucked their natural one. Seokjin knew that better than anyone else.
But who could know if they never told anyone the truth?
“I loved you yesterday I love you still I always have And I always will”
Happy Valentine’s Day!
It’s been an hour. One whole hour and he hasn’t arrived. The lady with the bright red lipstick on the table next to you cast you a judgmental stare as she left contently with her husband. You sighed heavily trying to ignore the looks of pity and sympathy that seemed to burn holes in your blue strapless dress.
“Good evening ma’am, what would you like tonight?”
You shot her a look of apology and tried and sound to look optimistic. “Sorry for the inconvenience but would you be able to come back later?”
The waitress nodded gave you a small smile as if to say, it’s okay, and hurried away to tend to other tables.
You turned on your phone. No texts. No calls. No messages. You pressed on his number again and held the phone to your ear.
“The person you have called is not available, please try your call again later or leave a message after the beep.”
Beep
Bringing your trembling hand down you pressed the end call button. You clutched your phone in your hands, too numb at the prospect to say anything. It was more than just a mere Valentine’s Day, it was your second anniversary. Was this his indirect way of ending the relationship? The relationship that you had cherished and made sure to maintain because you love him?
The relationship that had seemed so perfect when he surprised you with roses and teddies and flowers and the occasional shimmering necklace or bracelet. Like the time when he filled up your car with gas while you were asleep then left overly sweet notes on the windshield. Or the time when he covered the stairs leading to your apartment up to your bed with roses and at the end of the trail of roses sat none other than your man himself whom you then made sweet love to. He was a gentleman, always early to dates, always had presents in hand, always made sure he was there when you needed him most.
The scraping of chairs around you brought you back to your senses and you picked up your phone and purse, ready to leave. It was a waste of your time sitting here, waiting for the man who wasn’t going to come.
You looked around the restaurant where the romantic glow of candlelight dinners spilt on the couple’s faces. They stared into each other’s eyes lovingly, too romantic for your liking but you would trade anything in the world to be in their position right now. A few of them turned towards you curious as to why you were standing there for so long. Some stared, some turned quickly back to their food but on each of their faces you saw a flash of empathy or was it pity?
Just as you were about leave, the waitress approached you again.
“Are you sure you don’t want to order anything before you leave, ma’am?”
“Yes, I’m sure. My date didn’t show up.” The corners of your lips lifted but it looked more like a grimace.
She nodded and moved aside to let you pass.
“Oh my gosh, sorry I’m so late babe. The traffic was sooo crazy, you wouldn’t believe it.” He gushes as he takes a seat opposite you. You stared at him. At the man sitting there, grinning sheepishly at you and the waitress, who smiled with obvious relief.
“I’ll come back later to take your orders.” She said as she made a quick exit.
“Just go with it, yeah? Whoever that didn’t show up is a dick.” He smiled at you.
You nodded slowly, eyes wide as your face spread into a smile. The dimples in his face deepened as he watched you, his head resting in his hands.
He’s cute, you thought before releasing yourself into the little bubble of happiness and relief he had unknowingly created.
series summary ↣ all jimin wanted to do was get his career back. but thanks to his bosses, he’s tasting wedding cakes instead of training for a comeback. but, with you by his side, he might be enjoying it more than he cares to admit.
pairing ↣ lawyer!reader x solo artist!pjm (ft. ot6)
genre ↣ arranged marriage au, fallen idol au｜fluff, angst, smut
chapter warnings ↣nsfw(18+) but also a sickEning amount of fluff, unprotected penetrative sex (contraception is used), not a lot of foreplay but it’s all very soft, hints of dom!jimin but still v soft, a bit of cum play and cum tasting, creampie, some fingering, some mild dirty talk, praise kink, jimin says get consent or perish, it’s all supposed to be just sweet n cute, mild alcohol consumption, language
chapter notes ↣ the chapter title is taken from the lifehouse song! this one is mostly just fluff and smut (finally). i’m sorry it’s so long idk what happened! hope you guys like it anyways! xx
Before moving to Seoul, you had been particular about researching everything about the city, down to every last, seemingly insignificant detail. In anticipation of every situation you could possibly face in the unfamiliar metropolis—you had packed meticulously, making sure to include appropriate clothing, countless Seoul-living reference books, and comfort items you knew you would miss from home.
Upon arriving, you had been completely confident that there was nothing in Seoul that could surprise you. You knew what weather to expect, how to navigate between any two points within the city limits, where to go for the best barbecue.
But the universe was hell-bent on proving you wrong, it seemed.
Because you certainly had not been prepared for the events of the past week. Not the cheeky cuddles on the couch, not the endearing texting throughout the day, and definitely not the shy, lingering kisses before work.
Neither of you dared to ask the question of what it all meant, too insecure in your blossoming feelings to risk destroying everything with the terrifying reality that the two of you were due to get married in less than a month. The circumstances weren’t exactly conducive to a budding relationship, and you both knew this would only serve as complications in the grand scheme of things.
But when it was only the two of you, just stolen glances and lingering touches intimately shared, it was all too easy to pretend that none of those problems were real. Jimin seemed dead-set on proving to you that your leap of faith would be worth it, and you selfishly couldn’t stop yourself from indulging.
summary ⟶ a collection of drabbles (one for each day of April) based on prompts by an online prompts’ generator site. Specifically ⟶ • day XXI ↳in which he tells you he’s in love with you for the first time and you can’t help but smile like an idiot because of it. And kiss him senseless, of course.
genre ⟶ a bit of smut, fluff
rating ⟶18+
word count ⟶ 1.245 words
warnings ⟶ graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, jeongguk being the most perfect boyfriend ever.
series masterlist ⟶here (links on mobile may not work, if you’re looking for all the works in this series, you can click on the “!splintersoflove” tag and you’ll find them all there!)
After a disappointing call from his manager, Jeongguk opens up to you about his life as an idol for the first time. No longer the happy and energetic boy you’re so used to, he lets everything out - and his words make your heart heavy with sorrow.
— ; jeon jeongguk x reader
— ; 1,808
— ; PG
— ; angst, ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ, idol!au, jeongguk and reader are friends for now
— ; none, just sad jeongguk to make your heart ache :(
— ; this is a repost cause I accidentally deleted the original one -.- anyway, this fic is inspired by the meaning behind jeongguk’s solo my time. This was also meant to be a scene in a longer fic I’m planning so if you like this please let me know! I’m really proud of this piece so please enjoy <3
(gif above is not mine!)
Your eyes fall down to the reflection of the city in the black abyss of water beneath you, arms laying against the cool metal railing of the bridge as Jeongguk stands beside you with his shoulder brushing against yours.
The atmosphere had been light all night until just a few minutes ago, when he got a call from his manager. He had suggested for Jeongguk to discontinue with his midnight adventures he’d been having with you, preferably before someone notices it’s him hiding under the bucket hat and black oversized jacket. Jeongguk understands the reasoning of course, knowing it’s only to keep everyone including himself safe - but still he can’t help but to be disappointed.
“What’s on your mind?” You ask as your eyes land on his figure beside you, gaze falling down to study the way he fiddles with his hands.
He sighs, looking up at the sky. “I don’t know, I’m just a little gutted I guess.”
“If we’re together, even an endless maze is paradise…”
❥ Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader / angel!yoongi x witch!reader / appearances in this series include the other BTS members, the Mamamoo members, Lisa (Blackpink), Jackson (GOT7), and some other OCs ❥ Genre: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, magic au, supernatural au ❥ Word Count:5k~ ❥ Rating: 18+ ❥ Warnings: Death, witchcraft/occult/magic etc, some violence in the form of physical combat and injuries, eventual smut (warnings will be updated accordingly, this is a work in progress, something that I am posting as a I write it).
⤿ Synopsis:You’ve inherited your grandmother’s old Victorian home along with all of her possessions after she recently passed away due to a stroke. Your grandmother was kooky to say the least; she collected weird herbs and gemstones, her attic was locked at all times, she would talk to herself and she had the strangest bedtime stories for you when you were a kid… Things start to get weird once you finally get the attic unlocked and start going through her things…
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Summary: Hybrids have always been known to humanity after scientist decided to test the limits of the animal genetics on humans. Now the world uses them as adoptable companions, which is why a group of friends found their way at a Hybrid Shelter. Though one trip turns into an ugly fight involving Yoongi to walk away—But what happens when that same male finds a cat hybrid that is scared out of her mind with a dark past. Who said that dark past was over?
~Pairing: Min Yoongi (BTS) | Suga x Hybrid f! Reader
Wild feline orbs snapped wide open, panic swirling through them while your senses refused to cooperate from the emotional roller coaster running inside. You hated that everything felt out of control, it was like a slap to the face. A reminder that the past is never really gone, despite Yoongi’s desperate attempts to shake it from your memories.
Without hesitation, you jumped into a defensive stance—practically pure instincts at this point—only to hiss when bumping your head against a hard surface. The sudden harsh movement having you wince as well, the injury on your shoulder blade acting up.
Right now… You felt like a blind man walking through a dark forest, breathing taking a sharp turn as your body trembled—You’re okay… You’re not back. It’s okay, just calm yourself.
A marathon of reassurance—comfort—chanted within, tail flickering and puffing in distress. Although you were still on edge, the words did help regain your five senses… From hearing to smell.
Unconsciously sniffing the air around, inhaling familiar scents that you’ve grown to come accustomed too as your stress decreased and faded. Knowing you were even remotely close to one of the seven puts you at ease. Vision coming back into focus, shaking your head to get it together before observing the surrounding area.
However as much as you tried to forget, focus on something else, like the vibrations taking place underneath your paws from the moving vehicle. Tears still threatened to spill—That dream… You can’t get it out of your head.
It’s been months since you’ve had a nightmare, especially one as real as this…
Yet, the darkness had swallowed and welcomed you back with a sinister grin. Almost as if those demons inside didn’t leave at all, only waiting for your return—Which, in a way, the past did wait… In the depths of your mind until they were triggered back to the open surface.
Shaking the thoughts away with a downward glare, you didn’t realize that your sharpened claws were digging into the carpet ground. The sight forcing you to flinch and crawl away, wanting to come out of hiding but nearly shrieking when tripping over something hard and… fluffy?
You didn’t even have time to catch yourself—So much for cats always landing on their feet as you stumbled before coming into direct contact with something wet and squishy.
Peeking an eye open, widening seeing familiar golden fur and a slightly large snout touching your own small nose—Hoseok.
The dog hybrid was halfway beneath the seat, as if he tried to forcefully squeeze himself through the narrow space. Carefully, you tried to ease yourself out of the way, only to freeze feeling something move and snuggle into your side. Ears perking up, finally noticing Jungkook was here too… In fact, he was probably the cause of your fall.
Huffing, all you could do was stare at the bunny who was sound asleep, squirming around for warmth as he breathed in your scent with a content sigh—Jungkook and Hoseok being there, despite pushing them away earlier, had a warm feeling spread into your heart.
What was this? You couldn’t find a word for it.
It was different, calming, new… Honestly it made you feel fuzzy and light inside.
But what exactly was it? You’ve felt it before with Yoongi. Although it was stronger around him, but you just couldn’t pinpoint what this new feeling was called. Maybe you should talk about it with Namjoon, he once told you that purring was perfectly normal so he should know about this… Right?
It’s funny… Never in your life did you imagine you’d be friends with hybrids that weren’t cut from the same cloth, no less humans for that matter.
Getting on all fours, you gently rolled Jungkook over to the golden retriever so the small hybrid could stay warm with the help of Hoseok’s fur. Cat-like eyes narrowing playfully to make sure the youngest didn’t try to inch himself toward you like the last few times.
When it was clear Jungkook was planning to stay… you turned around and only took a single step before freezing. Hesitating, you glanced behind and inhaled sharply, rushing towards the two hybrids to nuzzle their necks affectionally that caused Hoseok and Jungkook to smile blissfully in their sleep.
More than embarrassed, tail coming to cover half your face, you maneuvered out from underneath the shadows with a silent hiss. The need to know your location being greater than the pain forming on your shoulder, ignoring the sting as you squinted because of the light shining through each window.
Orange and yellow colors flowing in your vision, it seemed to be around sunset outside but still bright enough to where you wanted to crawl back into the shade.
Standing tall on your hind legs, eyes narrowing to the other sleeping hybrids—Jimin and Taehyung being in a cuddle session of their own. Although your head snapped towards the front, humming near the driver’s seat catching your attention almost instantly. You’d know that familiar tune anywhere, automatically speed-walking to get closer as if you were in a trance. Jumping into the lap of the male that changed your life… possibly forever.
Not expecting the sudden weight, Yoongi tensed for a minute before slumping in relaxation when hearing and feeling your purrs rumble throughout his body.
You weren’t sure when Yoongi decided to trade spots with Seokjin, OR when the eldest wasn’t in the car anymore for that matter. But you weren’t complaining, eyes darting out the window. Enjoying the scenery and quietness of the road… It brought a sense of peace.
And when a single hand started combing through your black fur, you didn’t tense like earlier. Instead, practically turning into Jell-O.
Yoongi didn’t bother talking … nor did he mention a word about what happened between you and that hybrid eagle. The music lover knew when to shut up, letting you come to him instead of forcing it out. Yoongi was just happy that you didn’t flinch or shiver in disgust at his touch.
A soft—rare—smile graced Yoongi’s features as you leaned further in his hand with an expression that told him you were in heaven. A much better change than the painful one.
Occasionally, Yoongi would check the rear-view mirror to make sure Seokjin and Namjoon were still following behind in the other vehicle. But for the most part, the side was comforting. The only sound being the lowered music as Yoongi hummed, rapping his favorite verse louder for your ears.
Although you didn’t exactly know where you were or heading… Right now, in this moment.
You’d travel anywhere as long it’s with him.
~
“Psst… Psst, Y/N! Time to wake up.”
Groaning at the noise, you curled up and turned around to face away from the new presence. Only to accidentally rollover, falling off the seat and hitting the ground. Cracking an eye open to glare at the laughing introducers that disturbed your peace.
“And here I thought cats always land on their feet…”
A snickering fox was glancing down as Taehyung towered over you two in his human form with a wide grin, playfulness shining in both their eyes. “Come on, Yoongi sent us to wake you. He wants you to meet someone, we all do!”
Confused, you sleepily got up with a yawn and stretched out your limbs, hissing when straining your shoulder once more. You were a hundred percent certain that it needed to be treated, especially when you didn’t officially know how bad it looked.
In pet circumstances, a vet could do an evaluation without problems… but you weren’t a pet. You’re a hybrid and human form usually is more suitable to check for injuries properly. Especially since you have black fur that covers any bruise or open wound.
The two hybrids glanced at one another in concern, feeling discomfort roll off you in waves. However, you didn’t bother telling them what was wrong, completely avoiding eye contact.
“Where are we?” You mumbled, the question being more directed at Jimin than anything since Taehyung could barely understand without being in his tiger form. Hybrid language was extremely different inside your animal form then it was being human. Taehyung only being able to get the gist of the conversation, but not fully.
“Home!” Jimin shouted excitedly, small yips leaving his mouth as the bright colored tail wagged on like a dog getting a treat—But thanks to your sleep introduced state, you could not focus on the fact that there were other new smells around or the sound of someone gathering the luggage in the trunks.
Home? That didn’t seem right… You all took a whole day trip, only to come back to the beginning? Is this a human and hybrid thing?
Weirdos…
Scratching behind your ears, you didn’t bother listening to what else the two hybrids had to say. Immediately jumping onto the seat where Jimin practically purred at the close proximity, nuzzling his head into yours as Taehyung twirled your black tail around his finger playfully.
Snorting you let out a hiss, only for the warning to be left ignored as they continued. The two already used to you trying to push their affection away, all the hybrids knew that if you didn’t actually want it… You’d do more than hiss.
Alright that’s enough… After nudging the two away, you jumped out the car door that was left open.
The first thing you noticed was how cold the ground and air was, snow scrunching underneath your paws while shivering. Face scrunching up when feeling Jack Frost nip at your nose—However, the second thing that caught your attention was getting lifted off the ground…
By someone that you did not know.
“Is this her?! Yoongi, she’s adorable!! Her beautiful fur reminds me of my little bun!” A women squealed out in awe, your eyes widening at the sight of her. Especially the peanut butter colored bunny ears that flopped down her short-styled hair.
The random women had such wide doe-like eyes that held so much happiness… and it was being directed at you.
You didn’t know how to react to this… because on one hand, you wanted to scratch and bite to freedom—I mean you were a predator and she was prey, you could scare her! But then again… Her eyes held so much warmth that it made you feel safe.
Just who the hell was she?
“Dear… Maybe you should put her down. Poor girl looks like she is going to faint,” Another voice echoed out into the night sky as it started to snow, tensing at the new presence as you swiftly glanced around seeing another bunny hybrid—The guy was slightly less tall than Jungkook, but instead of this women, he had black ears that stood up straight. A large smile forming on him… He had Jungkook’s smile.
“Her name is Y/N, right?”
“Oh! Chim mentioned that on the phone the last time we talked!! What a lovely name, it fits the little black rose perfectly!”
“Yoongi, I can’t believe you adopted a hybrid!! How many times has your mom tried to convince you to get out the house or schedule blind dates? At least now she’ll stop since you have a hybrid to take care of. I’m sure Y/N will have no problems whipping you into shape.”
Yoongi scoffed, turning his head sideways as a light blush rose on his cheeks from being called out. The action causing all the adult parents to laugh at the pouty expression Yoongi was showing, Though while it embarrassed him, you grew more on edge from being surrounded.
Eyes growing wide seeing multiple couples, from an orange and white tiger… to brownish and gold fur retrievers. Then finally a pair of bright orange and red foxes… However, you didn’t see any other couple that wasn’t considered a hybrid.
Eventually it started to feel like you were being suffocated, trying to wiggle out of the female’s grasp that only made you hiss from how much movement you were doing as the smell of fresh blood reached your nose. However it probably would’ve been noticed if where you were inside a closed space and not outside a snowy environment.
Though the sudden action had everyone freezing in alarm and concern before understanding lit up—They were overwhelming you. Although it was hard to detect in the wind, the strongest sense in the air was pain and fear… along with something else that smelled familiar to them. But from what Yoongi explained about your past… It would be best not to make a first bad impression by bringing up horrid memories.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!! I—I didn’t mean to be rude,” The women stumbled upon her words, ears pinning back as an embarrassed blush painted her cheeks red. Gently, she placed you down on the cold ground where you unconsciously hissed at everyone to back off, back arching as high it could go while tail bristled in anger.
The defensive position had the parents deflating, sadness filling them as the others eye’s softened—Maybe it was a mistake not to inform you that they were coming here…
“Y/N, it’s okay… You can trust them. It’s about time you meet the big family,” Namjoon calmly explained, crouching near as the four hybrids smiled in reassurance. Giving you an encouraging nod before standing next to the ones that shared similar traits with them—Are these their parents?
“Maybe we should let Y/N get settled in first! I bet she’s dying to eat a nice hot meal and shake off the cold—Yoongi… Namjoon… Your parents should be inside finishing up dinner. While Jin, your parents are getting the rooms ready,” Mrs. Jung spoke up, brownish tail wagging as the sun radiated off her smile.
Nodding in agreement, Namjoon ruffled your head before Yoongi came to scroop you up in his arms. Unzipping his jacket so he could wrap you up in it, becoming your personal heater.
During the trail, you watched how all the boys were in a good mood… Despite them being tired from staying up too late. Laughter could be heard a mile away as they joked around with big grins, even Jungkook had tears falling when being embraced by each of his parents.
Just then a flick was felt upon your ear that caused you to glare upward, Yoongi smirking down before an annoyed hiss fell from your lips that had him chuckling in amusement. The sound catching everyone’s attention, secretly glancing over their shoulders to coo. As well sighing in relief seeing Yoongi open up to someone that wasn’t his parents or the boys.
Soon enough, after heading through the darkness and snowy fog… You could make out a building that was neatly decorated as Christmas lights shined the pathway—This is a house?! It looks like a castle!!
Your mouth couldn’t help but drop when seeing a semi-giant mansion…
“Speechless dearie? Believe me… I was too when our seven boys surprised us with it,” Mrs. Kim stated, walking slower to keep in pace with Yoongi as she saw the awe shine in your eyes. Smiling at her son and husband that were ahead them, black and white tail blending into the snowy environment while it swished around.
Yoongi rolled his eyes, a small grin forming as he stared at the big house that was coming more into view—Wait was that? You couldn’t help but snicker in amusement when feeling Yoongi puff out his chest in pride. It seems the sight of the house inflated his ego…
“…All of you deserved it from how much you put up with us. We all have successful jobs… It was about time we lend a hand,” Yoongi explained with a far-off look in his eyes at the mention of being successful. While he did work in the music industry, Yoongi didn’t just want to be claimed as another random face… He wanted to make a name for himself that the world knew and deep in his gut, something told him that was coming soon. “Ah, anyways… All we did was start the race; it was you all that finished it remember? I hear the clinic and restaurant are the talk of the town, soon it’s going to go global—Eomma even told me your starting your own fashion line… What’s that all about?”
At the comment, Taehyung’s mom ended up coughing in her hand as she grew shy… The only people who actually knew about that was the ladies and her husband. Mrs. Kim didn’t even tell her son about what she was planning to release next fall. “Yes well… You didn’t think Taetae got his fashion sense from his father, did you?”
Yoongi laughed in agreement, glancing at the two male tigers to see one sporting a designer outfit while the other was wearing something that was entirely mismatched. The music lover couldn’t help but flinch seeing the terrible combination… Even HE had some fashionable sense.
Finally arriving at the front door, the guys were the first to rush into the house to get out of the cold weather. Dragging snow with them that had the woman glaring at the mess, pulling off their coats to put away. Honestly, you were surprised when Yoongi didn’t shed off his jacket as well or even ask if you’d sit on the floor from how much heat you were adding.
Suddenly a delicious aroma filled the room, it had your stomach grumbling in anger. In fact, you don’t think you’ve eaten anything since breakfast, and it seemed the smell wasn’t only affecting you. The other hybrids practically melting on the spot as drool formed, following the smell.
It wasn’t hard to find where it was coming from, Yoongi settling you down on the counter when spotting a beautiful women facing away from everyone. She was wearing an elegant black outfit, long hair tired up as she focused on chopping. The lady looked like Yoongi when he cooks.
Speaking of him…
“Eomma…. I’m home.”
Snapping her head up, eyes growing wide as she accidentally dropped the knife on the floor that had you jumping into a defensive position. Relaxing slightly when seeing the women throw herself into Yoongi’s awaiting arms before she pulled away. Placing a single hand on his cheek that had Yoongi leaning in for comfort.
“Oh my boy… Wait, am I sure your him? My, Yoongi, was never this handsome,” Mrs. Min snorted as Yoongi rolled his eyes, gently pushing his mother’s hand away playfully.
“Okay… Well you ruined the moment,” Yoongi chuckled.
“I was just kidding dumpling… Of course your mine, only I could create such a beautiful child,” Mrs. Min chuckled as she reached for the knife on the floor, placing it in the sink before turning around to get a better view at her son. However, her eyes widen seeing Yoongi’s shirt… “Oh my!! Yoongi you’re bleeding! Are you okay?!”
“Bleeding? What, are you finally going crazy? What are you talking about, I’m not…” Yoongi scrunched up his nose in confusion, glancing down at his shirt only to freeze. There, right in the middle, was in fact a blood stain… Although it was not a lot, it was still alarming.
“This doesn’t make sense…” Yoongi mumbled, thinking back on what happened today as his mother fused over him on possibly being injured. It was then that a light bulb lit up in his head… Y/N. Maybe that fight with the hybrid eagle did more than damage your mental health.
Ignoring his mother, Yoongi slowly crept to where you sat with a clinging Jimin. The fox being putty in your arms as you pat his head with a single paw. Giving a shushing sign when the hybrids spotted him getting closer. When Yoongi was close enough, he spotted your black fur had a shining wet coat to the shoulder. Although he couldn’t tell if it was blood or not.
Narrowing his eyes, Yoongi whispered an apology before touching the wet spot that had you wincing and letting out a loud cry. A deadly hiss escaping as wild eyes stared into Yoongi’s soul, everyone gathering into the kitchen when hearing the sound.
It surprised the parents when something triggered in their four boys, startled eyes watching them transform as they stood guard in front as Yoongi stared at the tips of his fingers that had fresh blood on it. Snapping up when hearing growls ring through the air as the hybrids eyed him suspiciously, only backing down when you finally relaxed seeing it was just Yoongi.
Seokjin and Namjoon stared with worry, wondering what the hell was going on. The two coming up behind Yoongi to peer down at what he was looking at that had curiosity grow in the parents too. Suddenly a gasp left one of them, the eldest being the first to react.
“Someone get my dad, immediately!!! Y/N’s hurt!!”
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Welcome to the thirteenth chapter of Changing One’s Tune! Thank you lovelies for your patience. All my hard-work finally paid off, I graduated with my associates!
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Summary: There will always be a time when someone spirals between reality and fantasy, forcing yourself upon the visible barrier with a single hand reaching out for that one daydream—Wishing, wanting, needing for it to be true! But when it’s about an inch from your grasp… You wake up once more.
What if that world you see isn’t imaginary? What if it’s a predication? The red string that connects everyone together—What if its… fate?
~Pairing: Min Yoongi (BTS) | Hybrid Suga x f! Reader
~Genre: Angst & Fluff, Hybrid au
~Word count: 1K
A/N: This is just a preview (Glimpse) of what’s to come. This is not the whole chapter or story. Please be patient, and here’s a taste of my newest story coming soon! Thank you.
Parts: 1/? -> Coming Soon…
I’ve been having these weird dreams lately… of a world like no other.
It’s almost familiar~
But when I open my eyes, it scatters like a far-off memory.
Makes me wonder…
Is any of this real, or simply hope for a better fantasy?
“Y/N let’s go! —Get your lazy ass up and remember us already!”
You woke with a gasp, sweat lining your forehead while unconsciously kicking the covers off to cool down. Swiftly, you glanced around the room to see sunlight cracking through the colored curtains as it lined up perfectly, dancing with even the smallest shadows—Bedroom… You were in a bedroom.
Specifically, the bedroom you resided in as objects that practically had your name invisibly engraved with ownership burned holes right back from staring.
What was that? A dream?
Or…
Suddenly, you jumped in fright when an alarm rang throughout the quite bedroom. Your eyes widening, loosing all train of thought to scramble for the phone that kept buzzing on top of your nightstand. You yourself flinched at the noise; it was like hearing a screeching fire alarm that would’ve had anyone trying to claw off their ears to gain silence.
Quickly shutting down the alarm—not wanting to wake up your family either—you groaned in despair seeing the familiar reminder to take medication. Sight transferring from staring at the wall to the ceiling, body landing with a soft thump against the bedsheets. A silent cry leaving your lips, into a pair of hands.
Youhated it—Despised everything that was related to an issue involving medical or mental. Glaring towards the organized pill container, the little box laying not far from yourself.
Ever since you were a mere child, night and day were the times you had to drown a pair of tablets or capsules with water. The medication being prescribed, along with some much-needed vitamins apparently. Your parents explained they were necessary, important, and not a day should pass by where you miss a single dose.
Doctor appointment after another, each one telling you the same thing. It was like living inside a broken record player as it constantly repeated.
All of them explained it was to cope with anxiety, depression and other vital things… Something that had you scrunching up in confusion, because it didn’t feel like any of the medication was working or helping with those specific problems—Who were you to judge or go against a professional’s opinion?
But then…
A bad week came where you missed a few doses, such as last night for example. It had panic swelling inside, trying to hide any evidence as best as you could when seeing the still full container that read the exact time and date it was missed.
You must’ve gotten paler in color when your mother practically burst inside the room to make sure the medication was taken. Lies falling off your lips as a nervous smile graced itself. Though it wasn’t long until she left, satisfaction upon her face as you finally released a giant breath of relief before landing on your bed with an exhausted grumble. Eyes slowly drooping, and dark engulfing yourself.
However, unlike the other times where it would just be a blink away until morning. This felt different… It was almost like a gateway, your asleep brain wanting to process all the little visions that flew past in a hurry as the darkness started to grow brighter ahead.
For a second, you feared it was death—But then, you’d wake up and it would all disappear once more like if nothing happened.
Maybe it was only a glimpse of a dream?
A dream… something you haven’t had since your childhood.
Frowning, you snapped out of it while shaking your head to get rid of last night’s memories. You needed to focus on taking your medication before forgetting once more—The important pills were the first to go, wincing when they touched your tongue, leaving an ugly taste in its wake. It had you gagging, forcefully swallowing the tablets, as a familiar voice from inside your dreams faded away into ashes. Nose wiggling in distaste when feeling like your entire brain was getting wiped clean, leaving it hazy to even think.
Although, you didn’t have time to process anything more. Yelps leaving your mouth when seeing the time, running around the room to appear presentable and ready before the clock reminded you again on how late your running.
Cussing when knocking down the open water bottle to the floor, deciding to let it dry instead of cleaning up the mess before snatching the small backpack that was hanging upon the wooden door. You tried not to waste any time as the main lights were switched off, hopping on a single foot to slip inside your shoes with difficulty.
The idea of being tardy had stress building up, accidentally slamming your bedroom door a tad loud for anyone’s liking. But it was too late… The damage was done as you rushed throughout the hall, wanting to make it outside before hearing complaints and a whole lecture from your parents. Hurriedly setting a pace, you didn’t bother noticing something quite particular that happened all around.
Reflections that were supposed to have yourself… Didn’t.
There was not one that showed a body or face, well, at least not yours. Eyes that belonged to seven figures secretly gazing at you with a frown etched into their faces, glancing at one another before disappearing as you passed by without a second thought.
Throughout the years, they saw you change as life goes on… But not in the good way—They watched your eyes grow dimmer, weight on your shoulders growing heavily, and true-self distancing further into the pits of your heart.
And they couldn’t do a thing about it.
At least, not yet—For now… All they can do is watch over like guardians without you being able to see them. Watching, until the day comes where you’d remember everything.
Little did any of you know. That day would be coming along much sooner than anticipated as a container inside your room fell to the ground with a crackle. It bounced a few times, the fall causing the cap to pop off before rolling away. However, it wasn’t alone. Pills getting discarded in groups before finally landing with a silent splash… in the puddle of water, medication dissolving and getting soggy.
Now ruined.
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Welcome to the future story of DAYDREAM!
Now, like I mentioned before… This is just a taste of what’s to come. This is NOT the actual full chapter or story! It’s just that I’ve been real busy, but wanted to give you lovelies a little something. Comment what you think so far, I’ll try to have the full chapter ASAP! Thank you.
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Summary: Everyone across the world knew of the famous seven, their reputation going all around for being the purest idols out there. In fact, some might have thought they were descendants from actual hybrids in their family, but respecting their private life… No one knew the truth—However, what has been kept a secret for years was that the youngest member, known for his bunny smile, has a hybrid himself.
What happens when the shy bunny girl meets the members for the first time? Will it be fight, flight… Or a clingy adorable mess?
~Genre: Fluff & Humor, Hybrid au
~Pairing: Jeon Jungkook (BTS) | JK x Hybrid f! Reader
~Word Count: 4.3K
A/N: This story was requested by @rainbow-bunny-bts ! I hope you all enjoy it…
“Where’s Jungkook?” Hoseok questioned; hair slightly disheveled from just waking up. His feet dragging himself through the hall until the busy kitchen was in plain sight, immediately noticing how the youngest was nowhere to be seen as Seokjin and Yoongi moved around the island with ease.
Scrunching up his nose in confusion, Hoseok’s eyes darted around the room… Weird, he would’ve thought that Jungkook would be the first one here. Especially since the delicious smell filled the whole house—In fact, the promise of food was the main reason Hoseok left his bed, the scent being too mouth-watering to ignore.
The two eldest’s attention, however, never wavered from the multiple tasks at hand as they didn’t acknowledge the new presence or question. Yoongi and Seokjin never hesitating to take charge on cooking a heartful breakfast for the members. It didn’t hurt that they were also the best chefs in the group, maybe even the world as they put all their love and hard work into making everyone ate a proper meal.
Occasionally, Taehyung or Jimin would gather ingredients for them, but for the most part… All of the guys stayed out of the way, watching from the side-lines.
“He’s still sleeping… Since its our day off, I didn’t bother to wake him. Jungkook needs as much rest as he can get—We all do,” Namjoon stated seriously without eye-contact, his nose in a worn-out notebook. It was obvious to anyone that he was tremendously tired, but Namjoon continued to work.
Tapping sounds echoing throughout the room from a pen hitting the table’s surface, loose papers being scattered around that contained inked scratched marks and notes. Namjoon’s face twisting in deep thought, eyes shining with nothing but passion as he quietly mumbled the brand-new lyrics to himself. Proof checking to see if the words flowed off the tongue.
“Plus, waking up that kid is a living nightmare. We’d have a better chance moving Bukhan Mountain,” Yoongi scoffed, blowing on a piece of meat before presenting it towards an eager Jimin. Narrowed chocolate eyes analyzing his facial expression for any sign that the food needed adjusting. Yoongi nodding smugly as a smirk formed when hearing Seokjin’s usual high-pitched seal laugh toward his joke, the rest joining in that caused him to puff out proudly—That’s right… Laugh peasants.
“Yah, it’s about time that brat gets up anyways. Come help set the table, then someone go wake him—Namjoon! For the last time, I am not going to tell you twice… Stop working right this instant, you need a break too!” Seokjin instructed, shouting as loud as he could and although there was no firmness or anger directed in his tone—Quite the opposite actually as he tried to recover from laughing too hard—no one gave any protest or reason not to follow orders.
Everyone leaving their seats to help, even Namjoon sighed in defeat while putting the notebook and papers safely away to assist.
The six didn’t have trouble getting around, rarely bumping into another as they unconsciously moved in sync to gather plates, utensils, and cups. Yoongi and Seokjin not wasting time to place the meals on different serving plates before moving it to the table for grabs. The preparations had the dining room appearing like their own personal restaurant and everything.
A mini buffet for days… Or at least everyone gets seconds.
“Perfect! Someone call JK.”
“I’ll do it… JUNGKOOK!” Jimin shouted, refusing to physically search for the sleeping member as his powerful voice ricocheted off the walls like a beautiful melody and not a screeching banshee. Waiting a long silence before Jimin let out a mischievous grin, shrugging as he started to serve himself. “Oh well, I tried… More for me then.”
Snorting, Taehyung held in a laugh as Yoongi clapped with pride at the comment. Seokjin shaking his head softly, getting up to at least try and wake up Jungkook himself. However, as soon as the oldest was about to turn the corner a shriek left his mouth in fright. Practically jumping a few feet when seeing the man in question all but ran towards him. Jungkook thinking quick on his feet to maneuver around, dodging Seokjin from a tackling disaster.
The sudden turn of events had everyone freezing in place, almost as if Medusa turned them into solid statues—Jungkook’s hair was freshly styled without fancy hair products, leaving it soft to the touch… and it was clear sleepwear was not an option for today.
This change, on a day off no less, had everyone greatly confused as all six tried to process what the hell was going on. They haven’t seen Jungkook with this much lively energy unless they were performing, trying to win a challenge that was prized to win coupons or food, or donating to the hybrid shelter—Is there a special event happening at the HYBE building? That didn’t seem likely though considering they would’ve known about it by now.
But! There was that one time… fours years ago when Jungkook was practically a ball of sunshine for a whole month, more than usual at least.
Everything felt out of order seeing the youngest not greet them, or even spare a glance at the food!
Socks sliding against the floor before Jungkook skidded to a halt, hopping on a single foot to slip on his shoes. Even Bam seemed excited as if he knew a secret they didn’t, following closely behind with his tail wagging in happiness.
“Woah, wait! Jungkook, what’s going on? You need to relax and have breakfast with us, it’s our day off remember,” Namjoon snapped out of his daze, rushing to explain their schedule for the week in case the youngest forgot and thought they were running late. The leader stumbling out of the seat to stop Jungkook from leaving, everyone’s eyes full of concern and worry.
“Ah, no time hyung! …Sorry but there is somewhere important I need to be,” Jungkook argued, pausing to give all the members a reassuring bunny smile that he was okay. However, it didn’t last long as he broke eye-contact to search for Bam’s leash. Not really having time for too much chit-chat, despite it being the morning.
This was the first break in months that they got, and even though Jungkook cherished every moment singing for armies… It was also exhausting being away from loved ones for too long. So, Jungkook stayed up all night planning the perfect day—But first, it was he needed to stop at a certain location.
Usually, the members didn’t pry into each other’s lives but enough was enough. Their curiosity was too great since this wasn’t like Jungkook to keep secrets from them. Although before anyone could blurt out what their thinking, dinging sounds grabbed their attention. Jungkook pulling out his phone to check the message, and just like that…
Jungkook was gone, the door slamming on the way out as he and Bam left in a hurry.
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“Hyung, open the door!!” Jungkook shouted impatiently, forgetting about the neighbors for a second as he banged on the nicely looking door. Groans and shuffling being heard on the other side, the sound of it unlocking had Jungkook practically dancing in the hallway of the expensive building.
“Jungkook…? What are you doing knocking on your own apartment, don’t you have a key?” Jung-hyun complained, rubbing his eyes tiredly and moving out the way. Anyone with a brain could tell that Jungkook’s older brother just woke up, okay more like forced to wake up from the loud knocks.
“Ah, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize until it was too late that the key was left back at the dorms. I was too excited to get as quick as I could!” Jungkook smiled brightly, talking louder than necessary only to quickly slap a hand over his mouth with wide doe eyes. The action causing Jung-hyun to laugh at Jungkook’s cute little habits, knowing he didn’t want the surprised to be ruined.
See, Jungkook had a secret from the world that he hid well.
You.
Four years ago, Jungkook wandered around Seoul until the paparazzi stopped him as he took off running. Entering a building to hide in, the people there being most welcoming and understanding. However, Jungkook didn’t except for his hideout to be a hybrid shelter, the owner deciding to show him around until the man noticed Jungkook’s attention was focused on the Leporidae family. All the different hybrids trying to get his attention, immediately recognizing the famous BTS member.
Except his eyes didn’t leave a small white bunny, your eyes refusing to look at him as you hid in the far corner from shyness and fear. Jungkook didn’t know what got into his head to adopt, but when your eyes finally connected once, it just felt right—Maybe it was fate…?
Though the first few months didn’t go well, your shy and startled nature making it hard for you to trust him. But eventually, Jungkook earned the right to finally see a different side of you that only he knew, despite Jungkook’s busy schedule and constantly needing to hide around.
“Does she know I’m back?” Jungkook questioned, curious eyes glancing up at his brother with a raised eyebrow. Jung-hyun shook his head, the action making Jungkook feel giddy at you not knowing he was back from tour.
“Nope! I kept it air-tight like you wanted, even distracting her from any news of your return—Though, I should get going because unlike you… I don’t have a day off today,” Jung-hyun teased, rolling his eyes and grinning to show Jungkook that there was no real resentment behind his words. However before Jung-hyun left, pitter patter feet was heard coming down the hall.
Not one, but two Italian Greyhounds happily running towards Jungkook causing him to crouch down with a wide smile. Enjoying the attention from his two dogs that he hadn’t seen in a long time, even Bam was excited to see them. The youngest dog wagging his tail, running off with the two smaller and older dog to play.
Since Jungkook was away a lot, he left you in the hands of a trusted babysitter and sometimes his older brother. While you were more than capable of doing things yourself, hybrids still needed to be watched and cared for. Especially bunny hybrids, hence the reason Jungkook decided to adopt Song and Paeng to keep you company while he went away and Bam tagged along.
“Bye hyung, thank you so much for taking care of Y/N,” Jungkook smiled, waving bye to his brother as he closed and locked the door. Learning against it with a sigh, feeling great to be back home. Though it didn’t last long as the tall male turned towards the hallway, making his way towards the main bedroom where he knew you’d be sleeping peacefully.
Once entering, Jungkook froze seeing a bunny ear immediately twitch out from underneath the covers. Your face scrunching up at the new smell and sudden creek of the door, nose sniffing lightly in your sleep. Listening for another sound but concluding that it was one of the dogs as it got quite all of a sudden.
Wait.
No… You definitely heard it that time, the sound of a male breathing.
Your whole body going stiff, eyes snapping open as you held a hand over your mouth to hold in a startled squeak. It almost felt like being in a horror movie, as you prayed that it was Jung-hyun coming to get you for breakfast or something—Okay, get it together. This is the most secure building, relax…
“Jung-hyun?”
“Expecting my brother in our bedroom? I’m hurt cotton-tail,” A familiar teasing voice rang out, laughter happening as your ears perked straight up in alert. Eyes widening, you stumbled up in bed to snap towards the sound, seeing Jungkook standing near the open door with a wide smile and shining eyes.
“Kook…? –You’re home!!” You didn’t hesitate to jump out of bed with a hop, small cotton tail wagging in excitement, ruffling being heard as it scraped against the shirt. Your body barreling into his, vanilla and mint entering your senses as it calmed you down.
“We just got back yesterday, I wanted to surprise you—But today I have the whole day off, so get dressed… We have plans milady,” Jungkook stated with a sheepish smile, releasing you from the hug as he bowed playfully like a knight to his queen. The action had you blushing, squealing in shyness as your ears flopped down to hide your face. It had Jungkook smiling softly when you lightly pushed him before hopping off to get dressed.
It wasn’t long until you were properly dressed, a hat forcing your bunny ears to flatten against your hair as you put on a mask for identity purposes. However, just as you and Jungkook were about to leave with the dogs on leashes… A phone started ring.
Jungkook’s ringtone had your heart clenching, already preparing for what that meant. There was no way that it was anyone else BUT work, you couldn’t even blame Jungkook for this sudden turn of events.
“Hello, hyung? Wait… What do you mean? But I thought—No, I understand… I’ll be there soon,” Jungkook mumbled into the phone, slowly hanging it up as his shoulders slumped before turning to you. Only for his heart to break seeing the familiar disappointment in your eyes, but not at him. It was more delivered at Jungkook leaving again after only seeing him for an hour. “Y/N… I—”
“No, it’s okay Jungkook. I get it, really… I’ll still be here tonight and tomorrow. Don’t worry about it,” You forced a bright smile, using all your will power to make sure your bunny ears didn’t fall in sadness after taking your hat off. Jungkook didn’t need to know that the neglect has been affecting your hybrid side recently, he had more important matters.
However, today of all days… turned out to be the worst days.
“Oh, I see… No Mrs. Jang, that is no problem—Thank you, I hope you feel better,” Jungkook finished the call, signing deeply at hearing another person saying they couldn’t watch you today. This was the 20thcall, Jungkook didn’t have anyone else to watch you while he went to practice for a few hours. His brother had work, your usual sitter was on a vacation with her family, the nice lady that lived downstairs was sick, and the rest were either too busy or not in town.
Guess he had no choice now…
“Good morning, Mr. Jeon,” A BigHit staff greeted, bowing slightly with a wide smile before continuing on their path. Jungkook didn’t hesitate to greet them, forcing a smile as he nervously rushed through the HYBE building, clenching the handle of the duffel bag. Slightly patting the black carrier in comfort when hearing anxious shuffling.
Glancing around, Jungkook lightly opened the door to the dance studio where they practice all of their choreography. Peeking his head in to see the lights on, but no one in the room.
Sighing in relief, Jungkook relaxed as he entered the room before putting the bag gently down to the nearest chair. Although the bag was already halfway zipped open, Jungkook didn’t waste time to open it fully as a white bunny stared straight at him.
Anxiousness was clear in your posture, foot lightly thumping as your nose constantly twitched. This was just too overwhelming, the smells of different hybrids around the building had you on edge… Specifically the predator hybrids. “Don’t worry… It will just be a few hours and then—”
“Jungkook? What are you doing?” Namjoon asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity to see the youngest talking to the bag when first coming into the room. Though it wasn’t far of a stretch to his usual-self, Jungkook always being the one to talk to objects as if they were people. Though what concerned him was when Jungkook jumped in fright, covering the bag tightly as he hid it behind himself.
“Nothing!! Uh, practice?” Jungkook shouted, changing the subject quickly as everyone came into the room. Namjoon immediately brightening at the announcement of practice, as the rest of the guys put their bags on the floor near Jungkook.
“Jungkookie! I’m glad you made it—I’m sorry of the sudden call, but Yoongi created the beat to the music last week and Namjoon just finished writing the lyrics. So I thought we should test out the choreography, while its still fresh in my memory,” Hoseok smiled, point to his brain for emphasizes as Yoongi set up the beat to the music on his laptop since they would still need to record them singing Namjoon’s lyrics sometime soon.
“No… It’s alright,” Jungkook smiled, giving an unnoticeable glance to his bag before walking to the middle of the room where everyone else was stretching. Soon, an upbeat hip-hop rhythm rang throughout the room as Yoongi nodded along to his work with a proud smile.
“So what was so important today?” Jimin asked, head tilting cutely as he was genuinely curious on where Jungkook went this morning in a hurry. Though before the youngest could answer, Hoseok instructed where each members should go before demonstrating a dance. Everyone focusing on the moves before slowly trying to copy the dancer.
An hour came and went before everyone slowly started to perfect the dance move, some getting the hang of it faster than others. However, during that time you were beginning to feel suffocated inside the bag, despite the zipper still being open. Hesitating, you poked your head out to see what was going on, mouth widening at the sight.
The seven danced together, in a synchronize formation that had your jaw dropping to the floor—Sure, you’ve seen them perform… But never physically in-person. Only from the little videos and news on the internet, being there was totally different. Your eyes followed every rhythm movement they were showing as sweat ran down their faces. Even with the dance being complicated to learn, everyone worked together perfectly as if they were made to do this with one another.
You wanted to get closer than this, quietly trying to climb out the bag with the push of your feet. Eyes widening feeling the uneven weight as the duffel bag slowly started to fall off the chair. A yelp-like squeak leaving your mouth in alarm, landing on the wooden floor with a loud thump. Though, the music blocked most of the sounding impact.
That sucked.
Shaking it off with a frown, you hopped around until getting to the piled bags that were thrown nearby. Climbing over them until finding the lighter colored one as your fur blended into the material, watching the practice. You felt warm inside when seeing Jungkook dance with pure focus and a large smile, even if he did look tired, the man performed with all his heart into every move—Wait.
Something smelled off…
Nose twitching and smelling the air sound to see if you did, correctly, smell that. Only to freeze in place when the scent got stronger down the hallway. No, there was no mistaking that… Starting to wish with all you might that the saltiness in the studio overpowered the sweetness of your scent.
But apparently that was too much to ask for in the universe as the shadow passed by the door. It didn’t help that the door was slightly cracked open to come in either, your mind immediately going into fight or flight mode as you hid further into the bags.
Your beathing quickened, the door pushing further open without anyone coming inside. Although the music barred, your heartbeat was the only thing you could hear as it pounded in fear—What if it was a predator?
The suspense was killing you.
However, suddenly it felt like time turned into slow motion as your adrenaline kicked in to run when the door flew open a little harder than necessary. You didn’t even bother to glance at who it was, squeals leaving your mouth while sliding against the floor before heading towards the seven dancing males. Thankfully Jungkook noticed the moment you got closer as he practically pushed the other guys out of the way in alarm. Fearing you would get trampled on.
“Wha—” Everyone shouted off-guard thinking all of them tripped over themselves as they fell to the floor with a groan. This was the first time, since debut, did they feel out of harmonization. After getting their bearings together, each member finally glanced at the youngest only for their jaw to drop seeing a bunny hybrid hugging Jungkook.
“The hell—Who are you and how did you get in here?” Yoongi sneered, sharp eyes glaring daggers in your direction. Even the rest were now tensed, not breaking their eyes off you as they all wanted to call for help, but also not wanting to put Jungkook’s safety at risk. “Don’t even thinkabout trying to say you’re a fan because our army would never disrespect us in a way to break into a building and intrude on our personal lives!”
“I—” You tried to speak, shutting down as the fear refused to allow anything to come out. These six looked like a complete switch from when they were dancing together. Your grip on Jungkook’s hoodie tightening, and tail straining itself to stand tall as your foot thumped against the ground. Body hunching down behind Jungkook’s tall stature as tears slowly started to stream down your cheeks, bunny ears flopping down in front of your face as if that would make you invisible.
“Hyung!!” Jungkook scolded, the tone causing Yoongi’s eyes to widen and step back in shock. Even the leader paused in surprised, Namjoon’s phone—that he was secretly going to use to call security—falling to the floor with a definite crack.
Sure, the youngest tested the limits on annoying and ignoring everyone… But NEVER did he actually shout at anyone of them with such an icy glare.
Eyes watched Jungkook closely as he turned around to shush the frightened bunny into calming down. Confusion gracing their features at the simple affection you both were showing, they could’ve sworn that Jungkook also asked the hybrid what scared them out of hiding from the duffel bag as you mumbled an explanation. Blushing in embarrassment when Jungkook laughed, explaining it was just someone walking past while the air conditioner probably blew the door open.
“Hiding…? Duffel bag? –What?! Jungkook, do you know this girl?” Seokjin finally exploded, the loudness echoing through the studio as Hoseok turned the music down and closed the door fully, locking it in the process for privacy. You couldn’t help but jump at the sound, Hoseok softening at the action as he gave an apologetic smile.
“Yes, this is Y/N. She’s my…” Jungkook hesitantly trailed off, his tough exterior breaking trying to spit out a sentence. Although he wanted everyone to like you, Jungkook also didn’t know how to explain to his family that you’re a hybrid, adopted four years ago, and without them or the world knowing.
“Hybrid?” Taehyung finished, not bothering to hide his excitement at seeing you up-close. It was a rare occasion that he was able to gaze upon a hybrid without seeming disrespectful, but Taehyung was happier at seeing a bunny hybrid. Usually, your hybrid species didn’t like too much crowded spaces so large cities were a big no-no for some.
Taehyung, however, wasn’t the only one fascinated at you as Jimin started to make funny faces to get yourself to laugh. Or the way that Hoseok smiled brightly whenever your gaze directed upon him, giving a wave. The three were quite baffled at the news, but at the same time, knew Jungkook probably had a good reason to not introduce you to them.
Though, the two oldest members and Namjoon practically forced Jungkook to tell them everything! The youngest telling the guys stories with a giant smile as he tried to introduce you properly, only for your shy nature to kick in.
“Finally, Y/N… This is Yoongi,” Jungkook coaxed you towards Yoongi, your body turning stiff when being directly in front of the black-haired boy that had yelled harshly earlier. Yoongi stared upon you with an unknown expression, a sigh escaping as he thrusted a hand out that accidentally caused you to let out a squeak. The high-pitched sound had Yoongi’s eyes widening, mumbling a quiet apology at scaring you once more.
Eventually, Jungkook confessed the main reason he didn’t introduce you guys sooner was because of the media. Not wanting you to be overwhelmed with your privacy constantly trying to be invaded, especially since sometimes the members couldn’t hold in a secret when it came to interviews or VLive. This was something everyone could understand, each member relaxing that the reason wasn’t because Jungkook didn’t trust them.
Although when they all got back to practice, let’s just say it needed to be cut short. Any little shadow, smell, or sound startling you enough to practically jump into Jungkook’s arms during a dance routine. It was honestly funny and cute to the members to say the least, watching your face snuggle up into the maknae’s neck with a content sigh that had Jungkook blushing red at the affection in front of his hyungs—They were definitely going to tease him about this later, Hoseok and Jimin not hesitating to take pictures with a grin that had the youngest whining.
While this day didn’t turn out as expected… It was a perfect day altogether.
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Summary: Hybrids have always been known to humanity after scientist decided to test the limits of the animal genetics on humans. Now the world uses them as adoptable companions, which is why a group of friends found their way at a Hybrid Shelter. Though one trip turns into an ugly fight involving Yoongi to walk away—But what happens when that same male finds a cat hybrid that is scared out of her mind with a dark past. Who said that dark past was over?
~Pairing: Min Yoongi (BTS) | Suga x Hybrid f! Reader
~Genre: Angst & Fluff, Hybrid au
~Word Count: 3.7K
**WARNING: This chapter contains bullying, PTSD, and slight violence… If this makes you uncomfortable or triggers you in anyway. Please do NOT read!**
The female leader snapped out of her shock, puffing out her chest and straightening up at the challenge. Blackish and brown eagle wings bristled behind, flexing wide to show her dominance over you. The action immediately causing the two lackies to submit, avoiding all eye contact as possible by tilting their heads toward the ground. Their bodies hunching over to curl in on themselves to appear smaller than they actually are.
“What’s this, a mere cat is standing up for a fox hybrid? Dear… You do know that your nothing but prey to him, right?” The hybrid snapped, anger bursting inside that someone below her species was giving off a defiance. Not appreciating how you didn’t show an ounce of submission or fear, only unconsciously straightening up more to show off your power instead.
Though the eagle hybrid made no sign of moving, fierce eyes calculating her odds and tactics before attacking.
“This mere cat is going to kick your ass if you don’t get out of here. Unlike you dear, I am more bite than bark,” You hissed, teeth baring as the white lie fell easily from your lips as if it was true. Although you’d love to think that you could rip the bird’s head off with no problem, you also knew that fighting was not your strongest ability.
As well, going up against a predator? That was a death wish waiting to happen.
Still… One glance at Jimin, and you knew it was worth a shot to try. Rather taking on all three if it meant that he would be safe—But the comment seemed to upset the bird hybrid more, a screeching noise that sounded more animalistic echoed throughout the air that had your sensitive ears flinching. Even causing some real birds to fly off while rodents ran for cover, neither wanting to be a victim.
Tensing, you watched all logic go out the window when seeing the female’s eyes shine with nothing but wrath and lust for blood… You’re blood.
Cat reflexes starting to kick in and go into overdrive, hearing the whistling sound of the wind as the hybrid’s wings stretched out to give her an extra boost in steps. You barely managed to jump out of the way in time to avoid being tackled to the ground.
However, a hiss left your lips noticing that she was much closer to a statue-like Jimin The idea of the hybrid being remotely lose to him left a bitter taste on your tongue, not wasting time to practically force the eagle to follow with a tight grip upon her wing. Squeaks of pain leaving the bird’s mouth with a surprised gasp, especially after getting roughly shoved to the snowy ground by the other’s two feet.
“Pretty feathers, too bad there attached to someone with a shitty personality,” You scoffed, twisting a single feather that managed to get yanked undone between your thumb and index finger. Golden eyes following the movement, zooming in on the beautiful feather that fell to the street before the wind picked it up and out of sight.
During that time, you didn’t know better that the fuse to a bomb inside started to ignite. Everything going by so fast, not allowing you to process anything until it was too late.
Choking from the force, you staggered back when a punch to the face had your eyes watering. You didn’t even have time to defend yourself before more assaults came that had you coughing and wheezing. The eagle hybrid didn’t hesitate or have any regrets as she kneed you in the stomach that made your body double over in pain to the ground. She didn’t even give you a chance to catch your breath before another blow was delivered that had you crying out—Get up… A chant-like marathon echoed throughout your head, teary eyes cracking open slightly to see the bright sky.
Except, another the swing of the female’s leg had your body forcing itself to the side from the powerful kick. Blue sky long gone as your body felt like it was on fire, lungs burning for oxygen and ears pinning back in distress. The feeling had you curling in on yourself.
“Pathetic… Not saying anything now, huh kitty? I wonder what that fox thinks of you, trying to defend his honor, only to end up like a piece of gum on the floor. You couldn’t even put up much of a fight,” A voice cackled near your ear, her presence looming over you as the eagle bent down with a scowl.
The mention of the fox hybrid had your eyes snapping open straight away, searching before landing on a shivering figure. You had no idea how much time passed or if the others were looking for the two of you, but right now. In this moment… You couldn’t give a single fucks as your eyes focused on the tear stains that was covering dried up blood from the mark that SHE caused.
Biting your tongue, you fought against the pain in your stomach and everywhere else. The taste of copper tainting your taste buds from the punch in the face earlier. The hybrid, who’s guard was down, let out a shocked gasp as she staggered backwards from an elbow to the face. It distracted the eagle enough to let you stand up.
The sudden turn of events had the other two hybrids springing into action. Thankfully the two were much smaller than you, being easier to knock them down with little trouble.
Panting in exhaustion, not noticing the taller hybrid behind you until it was too late as a silent scream fell from your lips. Sharp talons digging into your shoulder blade that had you wanting to fall to the ground and cry.
“You’re starting to piss me off,” Hands shoved you with little effort and care into the wall right next to Jimin, causing him to winch at the sound it made. Biting your lip, you stared directly into cold eyes with no fear… Not wanting to give her the satisfaction that you were in pain all over.
“Jimin… Leave,” You croaked out, the comment had the eagle smirking at the requested demand. She didn’t even bother to take her eyes off you, knowing damn well that the fox wasn’t worth it anymore. But the girl that tried to stop her from having “fun” …Well that was a different story, and she was determined to leave a life learning lesson here to never mess with someone below your own species again.
“Wha—”
“NOW!” You growled, holding onto the wrist of the hand that was planted against your own throat. You could feel the cold touch of the sterling silver metal from your tag rubbing into the skin, gritting your teeth when the black collared tightened. Ears flickering when hearing the fox hybrid scramble to his feet and run in a hurry, scared yips leaving his mouth as the smell of roses and peaches faded away.
“Sending the fox away? Good idea kitty… We wouldn’t want him third wheeling on our little fun together,” The eagle grinned devilishly, her grip tightening that had you clenching with the idea of being corned until Jimin gets help. “What should I do with you? …Break a bone? How about leave a permanent scar?”
The list went on that would have had most people shiver in fear, but you showed no signs. In fact, you stared dead in the eye of the women that had won this fight with a hard glare… It didn’t upset you as much as you would’ve thought.
It was fine.
Jimin was safe and that was all that mattered. You handled far worse anyways, and the thought of Jimin going through the same thing as the light dimmed out of his eyes was worth being in this place instead of him.
Golden eyes scanned your face, humming deep in thought on what she could do. However a single movement had her slightly glancing up as a wide smile formed, her feather that was plucked earlier and picked up by the wind flew by next to your fluffy black cat ears. It had her grin growing wider than the grinch. “Oh, I know exactly what to do with you darling.”
“How about an eye for an eye? You remember my pretty little feather? …Well it’s time that I pluck something of yours too,” A sickly sweet voice caught your attention, nose scrunching up in confusion on what that meant until something happened that had you stiffening.
Sharp long nails dragging along the tip to the base of your ear, the action having it flinch back in disgust at the feeling. It didn’t feel anything like the way Yoongi does it, how it always felt comforting when he brushed his fingers in your fur or scratched around that area.
No—This felt wrong and frighteningly… familiar.
It felt like an ice-cold bucket of water was thrown over your body, breathing starting to turn ragged as your pupils widen in fear. Palms feeling sweaty as your tail wrapped around you in comfort as best it could, while your mouth went dangerously dry—Just like that… you weren’t on the side of a convenience store pinned down, you weren’t with a threatening eagle hybrid, there was no such thing as Yoongi (That has been searching for you for a while in worry).
No… You were at a place that you’d only seen in dreams. Somewhere you never wanted to physically return too.
You were back, and that familiar face staring deep into your soul had you paling hard. A hand that was pressing your collar against your throat wasn’t there, but an itchy rope that had you wanting to vomit as it dug deeper into your skin. Panicked eyes watching as the mouth moved, not hearing a single word over the ringing of your own heartbeat. You felt the all too familiar feeling of something being broken inside your body, when in reality, everything was in their rightful place.
“Filth, people like you should be an abomination. Don’t worry, I know a perfect remedy that will have you knowing your place in life,” The laugh had you shivering in place, a cold touch against your fluffy ears made you freeze—Then…
Red.
That’s all you saw while fighting the force that was trying to hold you in place. Vicious hisses that held nothing, but venom left your lips as you screamed, fighting with all your might. You didn’t even realize what you were doing in the real world as you kept up your assault against the face that haunted your mind. The reason you ran and never looked back, the person that had you preparing to die in an alleyway instead of in that house—Raising your arm, you were about to deliver the final bowl against the slightly cracked mirror of your past.
That is until a hand reached out to grab your wrist in a calming/gentle, but forceful manner.
The action had you crying out in anger, feral slit eyes swiftly looking for the one responsible that immobilized your clenched fist. However, you froze… wild green eyes coming face-to-face with concerned chocolate drop eyes.
Yoongi.
Everything faded away, the memories melting to nothing but a hazy mess. Yoongi’s grip relaxing and releasing your wrist when seeing you come back to your senses as your posture relaxed, hand unclenching. Glancing down, your eyes widen when seeing you straddling the unconscious hybrid. Her face covered in scratch marks, bites, and bruises. Blood rolling down her parted lips, the only sign that she was still alive was the up and down breathing of her chest.
Scanning the area, you noticed the others here as well—Jimin shaking in place as Hoseok tried to comfort the fox hybrid, while Namjoon tried to pull the other three from practically strangling the two hybrids that stared upon you with fear in their own eyes. Scared squeaks leaving them as they didn’t hesitate to transform into their bird forms, flying away when seeing they now had your attention on them.
“I… I’m sorry, I—” You stuttered over your words, not exactly knowing what to say. Hell, you didn’t even know who exactly you were apologizing too. Hands blindly finding the ground to help you stand on wobbly legs. Stumbling in pain or fear, you didn’t know… Shakily turning to leave back to the car. However before you could even make a single step in that direction, someone grabbed your hand to stop yourself from leaving. The action making you tense once more.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!!” You shouted, yanking in back with not much effort before wrapping your own warms around you as a shield. As if it was going to make you turn invisible against the world. Directing your sharp gaze to whoever reached out for you, eyes widening when seeing a hurt expression on Jungkook’s face.
This was the first time that you actually saw fright in the bunny’s eyes as he staggered back before quickly hopping to hide behind his hyungs. Immediately guilt consumed your heart that had you wanting to reach out to the youngest, but you didn’t. You couldn’t… Not right now at least.
“I’m sorry… Jungkook I—Just… please, leave me alone,” You whispered out in a broken voice, tightly closing your eyes shut to not see the others faces. Afraid they will be staring at you in disappointment, anger, or disgust. You didn’t waste time to run towards one of the cars, slamming the door closed as you transformed to hide underneath the seat, far from everyone. Staring off into the distance, tears silently streaming down and staining your fur.
The hybrids tagged along in the car you were in to try and comfort you, but to no avail. Tension in the air was thick, and the smell of blood had the hybrids whimpering as they felt you in pain. Even Jungkook was worried, despite being snapped at like if you were ready to bite his head off. He knew that you didn’t mean it.
No one said a word for the whole ride, not even music played on in the background.
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“PSTD?” Yoongi frowned, eyebrow raising in question as Seokjin explained the symptoms and how it develops after a traumatic situation.
The seven stood outside the car, their last stop before their final destination since a bathroom break was much needed right about now. However, you still refused to come out of your hiding spot in the car. Not even bothering to transform back, it was starting to make everyone anxious with worry on not seeing your smile. They were so use to you starting to become comfortable around them that this setback was unsettling.
“This actually explains what happened hours earlier. She could have gained it when Y/N lived with her old owner—I mean… Y/N has only lived with Yoongi for close to a year now but for her mind it could still be fresh down memory lane,” Namjoon nodded along in agreement, deep in thought as the rest of the males tensed at the idea of you reliving the exact moment that caused you pain. “None of us have the whole story on what exactly happened in her past, but whatever it was… It had a major impact on her mental state.”
“What should we do then? She’s in a fragile state right now, we should help—I should help! What do you need me to do? …Yoongi?” Hoseok whined, sad puppy dog eyes starting to water as his floppy ears drooped over in distress. Immediately looking towards the second oldest with permission to go and cuddle you.
Hoseok didn’t like the fact that you were in pain, or that you were starting to shut yourself down from them again. The dog hybrid prided himself on being able to help anyone, especially his loved ones. So feeling useless right now was foreign to him, instincts screaming at him to go make you feel better until your eyes sparkled brighten than the sun.
“Well the first thing we can do is be patient, Hobi. None of us should rush her to do anything she doesn’t feel like doing. It will just put more pressure on her mental state that will have Y/N pushing us further away,” Seokjin stated firmly, nods of understanding going around as Hoseok deflated slightly but didn’t protest. Although the seven wished to do more than sit back until you decided to come towards them again, they also knew that giving you space was something that was desperately needed.
“Honestly, the best thing any of us can do right now is act normal. If we just be ourselves around her, Y/N will start to relax and ease up,” Jimin encouraged, a small smile breaking out to lift their sour moods. The comment had everyone’s gaze turning on the fox hybrid with soft eyes.
It took an hour until Jimin could calm down and fully speak a full sentence, and yet even so, he would rather look out for others instead of himself.
“That’s a great idea—How are you feeling though? Does this still sting?” Seokjin asked in concern, cupping Jimin’s face gently as a single thumb rubbed against the small bandage on the fox’s cheek. Despite wincing from the wound, Jimin looked up at the oldest with innocent eyes as his tail waved around in happiness.
“I’m fine! In the beginning… I was a little shaken up, but if it hasn’t been for Y/N. Well let’s just say that I’m grateful she was there for me in time,” Jimin sighed in adoration for the black cat, wanting nothing more than to go and cuddle you in thanks for protecting him against those three females. The mating season making Jimin turn into putty at the thought of a cuddle session later.
At the confession, Taehyung sighed in relief, letting out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding in. The white tiger not wasting time to hug his best friend in comfort and reassurance, for both of them.
When the both of you disappeared for a long time, everyone was in distraught as they searched around the gas station for you guys. None of them thinking to look on the side of the building as their minds were scrambled with possible scenarios on what happened—Not even the hybrids could track you and Jimin down, their sense of small not being able to pinpoint anything out against the bunch of scents that were mixed in the outside air. But when Jimin came running towards them in fear and panic without you by his side, they immediately knew something was wrong.
Especially after a terrified and wild scream was heard that had Yoongi on edge when recognizing your tone of voice.
“Although this is no one’s fault, we all should’ve known better to keep a better eye on Jimin. His rut attracts unwanted attention and—Wait a second… Guys, where’s Jungkook?” Namjoon started to lecture everyone, even himself, until he counted the group. Needing to do a double take when realizing the bunny hybrid was missing.
“What? He was here a minute ago,” Yoongi mumbled, scrunching up his nose as everyone now started to search for the tall hybrid. They didn’t even notice Jungkook leaving them during their conversation, the bunny hybrid being silent when he wants to be.
“We didn’t step on him, right?!” Hoseok panicked, immediately transforming to sniff the ground as Seokjin looked under the car in case the bunny was hiding. Taehyung didn’t waste time to transform as well, deciding to search the ground but making sure to be close to Jimin. The fox hybrid trying to use the white tiger’s body as a small stool to peak over the car’s roof because the thing about Jungkook is… He likes to hide anywhere in the most unconventional places.
“Did we leave this car door open?” Namjoon asked, confusion all over his face at the cracked open door. The question catching everyone’s attention as they all but ran to squeeze themselves through the door but seeing no one. That is until they heard soft little snores underneath the seat that didn’t sound at all like you.
Each member of the group trying to peak underneath the car seat, eyes widening seeing the bunny hybrid huddled up in a content sleeping position. They couldn’t help but sigh as they smiled when you unconsciously curled around the black fluff ball as Jungkook snuggled further into your side with a twitch of his button nose.
Earlier when his hyungs was explaining the situation you were currently going through, Jungkook decided to sneak away without warning. There was determination in his wide doe eyes as he transformed into a bunny as soon as he stepped into the car. Not hesitating to crawl in a slow movement toward your sleeping form, being extra careful to not alert you of his presence. Afterwards, sleep was not hard to come by as he got wrapped up in your warmth and lovely scent. Loving when your tail wrapped around him like a blanket.
“That sneaky little brat…”
It wasn’t long before the rest of the hybrids found themselves asleep in the car too. Hoseok knocked out at the foot of the seat in a comfortable rolled up position, wanting to be close to you as well but not being able to fit underneath the seat like Jungkook. Nearby Taehyung and Jimin were both sleeping together, but in the backseat, the fox cuddled up in the arms of the white tiger.
Everyone was comfortable as music played on, until a phone started to ring. Yoongi reaching out in his pocket to stop the sound from waking the hybrids up as he answered the incoming call. Seokjin’s voice echoing throughout the walkie-talkie from the other car. Not bothering to stop his rapping skills as he continued to drive, yelling at someone out the window as they cut him off.
“Hello? No, yeah, we’re almost there—Yah, what do you mean that I’m a sloth?! I wasn’t the one driving half the time! …Yes, I can’t wait for you to meet her too. Okay, we’ll see you soon. Bye, eomma.”
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Welcome to the twelfth chapter of Changing One’s Tune! Thank you lovelies for your patience— Ding, Ding, Ding… Winner: YOU! Although now you have to deal with something much harder…
Meet the parents.
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~Pairing: Jeon Jungkook (BTS) | JK x Hybrid f! Reader
Summary: Everyone across the world knew of the famous seven, their reputation going all around for being the purest idols out there. In fact, some might have thought they were descendants from actual hybrids in their family, but respecting their private life… No one knew the truth—However, what has been kept a secret for years was that the youngest member, known for his bunny smile, has a hybrid himself.
What happens when the shy bunny girl meets the members for the first time? Will it be fight, flight… Or a clingy adorable mess?
It’s her, sitting down prettily in her seat across from their friends, while Seokjin is standing across the restaurant alone watching his husband wine and dine his assistant instead.
Seokjin hates her, but right now he hates Namjoon too.
It had all started a few months ago when Namjoon, fucking Kim Namjoon, had been bragging about how comfortable he was in his new sweats. He’d had the members jealous of his comfort, and so he’d given everyone a link to buy their own.
Hoseok pulls his hand away, just to get up on his knees between Yoongi’s spread legs so they’re eye level. He looks into Yoongi’s eyes, stare hard and determined.
“I love you, hyung, but I’m also in love with you. I want you to be mine, Yoongi. Only mine.”
Family law had left Yoongi jaded. He was tired of the same cases, divorces and custody battles where the kids came last.
But then he meets Hoseok, a single parent who needs his help, and suddenly he has something worth fighting for.
NAMKOOK:
TOUCH // Will contain NSFW content. Check tags for warnings.
Detective Kim Namjoon is investigating the case of a child disappearance, when the child’s body is found, Namjoon finds himself trailing a murderer. During his investigation he remembers a run in he’d had with a graffiti artist one night, and the artwork he’d done depicting the scene in which the child’s body was found.
The graffiti which had been painted a month before the discovery of the child’s body.
Jeon Jungkook is a small time graffiti artist with a secret, the power to see the memories of any living thing he touches. He hides himself away from the world, ashamed of who he is, that is until he’s thrown head first into a murder investigation and becomes the prime suspect.
Can Detective Namjoon find the real killer before he strikes again?
It’s her, sitting down prettily in her seat across from their friends, while Seokjin is standing across the restaurant alone watching his husband wine and dine his assistant instead.
Seokjin hates her, but right now he hates Namjoon too.
It had all started a few months ago when Namjoon, fucking Kim Namjoon, had been bragging about how comfortable he was in his new sweats. He’d had the members jealous of his comfort, and so he’d given everyone a link to buy their own.
Hoseok pulls his hand away, just to get up on his knees between Yoongi’s spread legs so they’re eye level. He looks into Yoongi’s eyes, stare hard and determined.
“I love you, hyung, but I’m also in love with you. I want you to be mine, Yoongi. Only mine.”
Family law had left Yoongi jaded. He was tired of the same cases, divorces and custody battles where the kids came last.
But then he meets Hoseok, a single parent who needs his help, and suddenly he has something worth fighting for.
NAMKOOK:
TOUCH // Will contain NSFW content. Check tags for warnings.
Detective Kim Namjoon is investigating the case of a child disappearance, when the child’s body is found, Namjoon finds himself trailing a murderer. During his investigation he remembers a run in he’d had with a graffiti artist one night, and the artwork he’d done depicting the scene in which the child’s body was found.
The graffiti which had been painted a month before the discovery of the child’s body.
Jeon Jungkook is a small time graffiti artist with a secret, the power to see the memories of any living thing he touches. He hides himself away from the world, ashamed of who he is, that is until he’s thrown head first into a murder investigation and becomes the prime suspect.
Can Detective Namjoon find the real killer before he strikes again?
— Summary: You’re a recent grad who was given the dream opportunity to intern abroad in South Korea. When you moved into a small, somewhat homely, apartment complex in Gangnam, you were pleasantly surprised to have become neighbors with 7 very intriguing, very charming, very handsome young men. You weren’t expecting them to have become so attached to you so quickly and that’s probably because you’re actually their reincarnated soulmate. To make matters even more convoluted, they’re also part of the mafia, they’re demons, and they’re heir to the throne of the underworld. Who’d thought that your once normal life would change so drastically over the course of such a short time?
Chapter 4 is finally here!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!! HAPPY HOPE DAY AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Lol, this is super duper late but it’s here, revised, and finished!!
The 7 young men crowded around the 3rd floor communal lounge area once again after they got back from visiting the elder witch. Her words were enlightening to say the least, but it was nothing they hadn’t expected. According to her, you were unmistakably their soulmate. Their reactions to you, your response back, the continual serendipitous encounters with each and every one of them; this was all in response to the universe aligning you all to your final reunion.
The confirmation made all their hearts soar with excitement, the fluttery feelings of butterflies tickling their stomachs with joy. However, the euphoric feeling was cut short thanks to the additional warnings stated by the elder witch. They weren’t particularly fond of what she had said, having not suspected it, yet, at the same time, not being as surprised by it either.
She had unfortunately admitted that there is a possibility that you can reject your soul bond with them, the thought of that hurting them more than they cared to admit. Humans are not as receptive to soul mates as they once were, the concept being a rare and dying ideal to them. Due to that, it has affected your share of the bond immensely, the lack of practice muting your cognitive awareness to the feelings you share with them. She did say that your violent response to being touched by Namjoon and Yoongi was more than enough of a good sign that you do feel something, however, the fact still remains you could still just as easily reject them all in the end.
That worried them all greatly, unsure of the appropriate steps to take from their given point. She made it quite clear that forcing the bond will inevitably cause more harm than anything else, the possibility of you succumbing to fear or even hatred towards them being a natural response. It was also important to keep in mind that they are demons, a characteristic humans deem both frightening yet unrealistic. Alternatively, restraining their urges too much and too frequently will definitely put them all in immense pain from lack of the fulfilled bond. To help avoid all these worse case scenarios, she suggested subtle courting tactics. Maintaining patience is key to this process, hoping to ease your senses back into the flow of the shared bond over time. Basically, she wants them to help you rekindle the hidden bond you all share. And now, they are gathered to figure out how to do just that.
“We’ll just have to find ways to spend time with her individually. Maybe even in small groups?” Hoseok suggested questioningly.
“That seems easier said than done. How are we supposed to do that without it seeming overbearing or suspicious? Not to mention her work schedule fluctuates like crazy.” Jungkook asked with hints of irritation.
“We’ll spread out our days spent together. We certainly don’t want to overwhelm her. It’s also important to allow her to have personal downtime. Try to plan the days and activities far enough apart and make it seem like a casual suggestion when bringing it up to her.” Seokjin added.
“I agree. She’s very sensitive and naive to the ideas of dating. If it becomes too much for her she might pull away from us. In addition, we need to be attentive to what she says or does, keeping her schedule in mind as much as possible.” Namjoon pointed out.
“She definitely has a social battery. Seems more like a homebody than anything else. Casual dates might be best.” Yoongi lightly chuckled, thinking back on some past conversations you two had.
“I like that idea. Casual dates can definitely make it easier to be more…intimate and personal when alone. She may even drop her guard down and be open with us too.” Taehyung said with a sparkle in his eyes.
“Don’t make it sound so perverted. Remember, we need to take it slow.” Jimin lightly chastised, chuckling knowingly at him.
They all threw out numerous suggestions, ideas, and opinions as they continued the layout of their plan. They were going to do everything in their power to make it as appropriate and successful as possible for the next couple of weeks.
KIM NAMJOON & MIN YOONGI & JUNG HOSEOK
It had already been over 2 months since your arrival into Korea, as well as your unforeseen yet welcoming friendship with the 7 brothers who lived on your apartment floor. It was like reuniting with old friends, melding into their comfort and charm with great ease. You truly weren’t sure how or why it was so quick for you but you didn’t bother to really question it. If anything, you wanted to selfishly indulge in their presence when possible, unsure of how much longer you’d be blessed with their company. Speaking of, the universe must be favoring you today as you were currently getting ready for a sudden outing with none other than Namjoon and Yoongi.
You were so excited, rummaging through your entire dresser for something to wear. You couldn’t decide, too afraid of either overdressing or underdressing. On one hand you wanted to look cute but on the other hand you wanted to be casual. So you settled on something that was the perfect combination of both. When you were officially done getting yourself ready, you nervously walked out of the room down to the main floor waiting area. Though you hadn’t seen either Namjoon or Yoongi just yet, you did see their grandmother, Mrs. Bom.
“Ahhh~, you look so pretty (Y/N)!! Where are you heading off to this fine morning?” she asked with much anticipation in her voice.
You felt the warmth reach your cheeks as you shyly thanked her for her compliment.
“I’m going to the Starfield COEX Mall. Namjoon and Yoongi invited me to go with them. I had never been and wanted to take advantage of my recent payday to buy some souvenirs or clothes. Ahhh~ I’m so excited!” you admitted happily, a giggle escaping your lips.
“I just hope I can be of good company though.” you added sheepishly.
You had become quite comfortable with speaking to Mrs. Bom as of late, sharing a little bit of your more personal self with her. She never judged or pried too far into what you were willing to admit and you were very grateful for that.
Mrs. Bom held a look of surprise and slight confusion. She cocked her head and began speaking.
“What do you mean?
“Well, I don’t talk much and due to that I’ve had people, more than I cared to admit, assume that I was bored being around them. I started thinking that I was doing something wrong because I was invited less and less to hang out with people over the years. I tried really hard to change but that started to feel tiring. It didn’t feel like me and I was no longer looking forward to the invites I eventually never received anyway. Kinda funny how that worked out. Anyway, I like spending time with others, I’m just really quiet. As long as people can accept that, then I think it’ll be fine.” you explained with a slight smile.
“But…” you added suddenly with hesitation.
“I really don’t want to screw this up. Not with Namjoon. And not with Yoongi. They’ve all been so kind and patient with me. I guess I’m just a little worried about the outcome…if that makes sense.”
Mrs. Bom studied your flustered features and shy demeanor for a brief moment. You didn’t seem to be looking for pity or intentionally downing yourself. It didn’t even seem like you were upset about what had happened in the past. It was almost as if you accepted it and had every intention of moving forward. But you were clearly still so scared of messing up. Oh if only you knew how much her grandson’s fawn over you! Your concerns are almost laughable, yet, she understood. She walked up to you with a sweet smile and gently took your hands into hers. This caused you to look at her, watching with curiosity as she began to speak.
“I’m glad you realized that you didn’t have to change. Because my dear, there was nothing ever wrong with you to begin with. Those simple minded people didn’t know how to handle a complex soul like yours and if anything you dodged a bullet! But let me tell you this. Namjoon would never jump to conclusions, would never abandon you, would never do this if he wasn’t certain that he’d enjoy your company. Then there’s my little Yoongi. He is so gentle, patient, and understanding! You’d have to do and be so awful to make him not like you. There is nothing for you to fear or worry over, just be yourself. That’s all that’s being asked of you. That’s all those boys truly want.”
Her words made your heart flutter. They were encouraging, more so than you had anticipated, but your mind couldn’t help but focus on the last thing she mentioned. Was there a double meaning behind her words? It was far too vague to confirm but suspicious enough to make you wonder…to make you hope. A deepening warmth crept upon your cheeks at what she said regardless of the intent, happy to have your spirits lifted after the nagging thoughts were eating away at you all night.
“Thank you, Ms. Bom. I truly mean that with every fiber of my being.” you said with as much sincerity you could muster.
“Of course dear.”
In that moment, unbeknownst to either of you, two figures approached you both. When you finally felt their presence you turned instinctively to look up. That was when you were met with both Namjoon and Yoongi. If only it was as simple as that though.
Both sported a fit that accented their build rather nicely. Each had an attractive casual outfit tailored to their individual tastes. Namjoon’s was more earthy tones with browns and whites and Yoongi’s was more dark, borderline black and grays. Despite the various ways their clothing lay on their body, you couldn’t help but to notice the obvious effects their weight lifting had on their neck, shoulders, arms, and chest.
It was hard not to linger your eyes over their bodies but you forced yourself from prying any longer than you already had, too afraid of coming across as a pervert or creep. Ms. Bom quickly picked up on how hard it was for you and held in a giggle. However, what was even more comical was how desperate the guys looked when their eyes laid on you. It was so painfully obvious it agitated the very core of Ms. Bom. Oh how she wished you’d guys become lovers already so the sexual tension in the air would become less suffocating.
“You look beautiful.” Namjoon said bluntly without thinking.
Your eyes widened in shock, your brain trying to process his words. Ms. Bom seemed impressed by his boldness but he, himself, turned as red as a tomato. Yoongi, being the good hyung as always, butted in quickly to alleviate the rapid shot of awkwardness now present.
“I agree with Namjoon. Are you ready to go? It’s going to be a pretty busy day today but we don’t need to rush it. We have plenty of days to explore the entirety of the mall.” Yoongi said, trying to change the subject.
“I-I…uh yeah! I’m really excited and can’t wait to look around! And I appreciate that Yoongi. I can get tired pretty easily”
“T-That’s not a problem! We don’t want to overwhelm you! But if you’re all ready, we can head off. See you later this evening, Halmoni (grandmother)! We’ll make sure to bring back some of the bread you like on our way home.” Namjoon stated, trying to calm his nerves down.
Ms. Bom approached Namjoon and placed a hand on his cheek. After a quick second, he looked at her gratefully, almost as if unspoken words were shared in that brief moment. The interaction fascinated you, almost like she had calmed him down a bit. Having observed the interaction, a nice warmth blanketed your heart. It was really nice to see actually. You felt a tug at your wrist pulling you from your thoughts. Turning slightly, you see Yoongi close to you with a gentle smile on his lips. His eyes were warm and kind, mesmerizing even. Have they always looked that beautiful?
“Ready?” he asked once more, pulling you from your new set of thoughts.
“Y-Yeah. I am!”
The entire adventure was actually much more fun and fascinating than you had expected. The library was huge and held so many books in it. Not to mention the aquarium and the packed movie theater. It was such an interesting concept, something you had never seen before back in your hometown. You quickly understood why this mall was so popular and kinda wanted to come with everyone next time.
As you continued, you all approached a cute little clothing outlet the further you walked. It caught your eye because it was size friendly and promoted itself on the inclusivity of clothing for bigger, thicker, and curvier individuals. Naturally, that caught your attention and you really wanted to go into the store. Namjoon and Yoongi saw how excited you got and made no qualms in exploring. In fact, Namjoon was curious himself at the bigger sizes in the mens section, given how toned he’s gotten over the recent months.
“What do you think of this?” you asked excitedly, pulling the blouse up to your upper half.
Namjoon couldn’t help but chuckle and Yoongi smiled fondly at you. You were like a little kid, fascinated by so much of the clothing so far.
“The shirt is nice but won’t your shoulders be too exposed? Are you okay with that?” Yoongi asked without thinking.
Namjoon cut him a knowing look. Yoongi by no means would tell you what to and what not to wear. But as someone who has strong feelings for you and doesn’t want other guys to flirt with you, he couldn’t help asking the question out of concern. He knew he may have crossed the line so he forced himself to bite his tongue. Luckily, you rolled with his bluntness and hummed in thought taking in what he said into consideration.
“You know, now that I think about it, you have a point. It’s cute but I don’t think it would be very appropriate for work. Maybe we can find something else!” you cheerfully stated.
Namjoon and Yoongi stiffened in slight irritation at the mentioning of your work. Your boss made their blood boil, especially after the conversation they had with Jin. With how perverted that man is, the thought of him oggiling you made their blood run cold. You took notice of their stiff appearance and gave a look of concern.
“Are you guys…alright? Is something wrong? We can head out if you’d like?” you asked with slight worry, concerned you were taking too long in the store.
They both quickly snapped out of it, instantly squashing the darkening gazes in their eyes. When you approved of their insistent claims that all was good, you smiled and went back to skimming the clothing rack. They gave each other scrupulous looks, sighing heavily in relief at yet another close call as you wandered further away.
Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck, his own social battery draining rather quickly at this point. Namjoon wasn’t any better, also feeling exhausted from the random surge of various emotions throughout the day so far. At least they had you by their side. Being able to see your smile, the excitement in your eyes, and the way you felt so comfortable around them was worth it. For you they’d do just about anything. However, they’d have to admit that it would be nice to no longer have their emotional and physical energy tested like this.
As Namjoon and Yoongi were recomposing themselves, something caught the elder’s eye. It was a small display of various jewelry. Many of the trinkets were fairly pretty, some a little pricey too. But Yoongi got stuck on one particular one. Namjoon had taken quick notice of Yoongi’s changed behavior and waltzed over to him to observe the same display. Picking up the small metal in his hand, the two observed it’s beauty with a sentimental fondness.
“What are the odds…something so similar could be available to purchase?” Namjoon asked, astonished.
“It’s a bit different from what we gave her all those years ago, but it truly is almost identical to our pendant.” Yoongi said warmly.
The two made the conscious decision to purchase and give it to you as a gift. Maybe all their mental constraints will have been worth the effort if it meant seeing that smiling face of yours. Maybe the mental testing really is over!
“How about this (Y/N)? This looks beautiful against your skin tone. Not to mention the way it fits your figure!” a sudden male voice announced.
Unfortunately, those hopes were promptly short lived.
“Oh! Do you think so? I do love this color actually! Thanks so much Jiwoo! I’ll go and try it on real quick!” you expressed joyously.
Jiwoo? Who the fuck was Jiwoo? Namjoon had to hastily quell the rising signs of jealousy. For god’s sake he didn’t even know what this man looked like. All he knew was that it was an invasive male near you and he didn’t like it. There was no need to even make contact with Yoongi, the two young men using their keen hearing to follow where your voice amplified last. When they reached your location, they hadn’t realized their threatening looks and ice cold aura. Their eyes were even on the brink of turning crimson, feelings on a threatening level coursing through their veins. How odd given this only ever happened when a true enemy vile to the bone was in their vicinity. But to their surprise stood a very handsome, very kind looking young man.
Jiwoo was your typical mold of conventional attractiveness, especially by Korean standards. Tall, broad shoulders, pale clear skin, well fit with a charming persona to boot. He was not only the image of an idol or actor, but he was exceedingly smart and very good at what he does too. Ariel always spoke about how attractive Jiwoo is and how almost all the women at your company flock to him like lost sheep. This, of course, is not without the distaste of the other males, particularly your boss. But most of them sucked up to him due to his pharmaceutical company investing so much into your design one.
The other thing Ariel never failed to point out was how obvious Jiwoo was attracted to you. You never could see it yourself, his flirtatious advances came across as friendly gestures. She found that adorable about you but feared this would prevent you from having any romantic opportunities. Too bad it wasn’t all in Ariel’s mind like you had thought because both Namjoon and Yoongi could tell right away; Jiwoo was not just some coworker, he had a motive.
“Oh! Hello there. Can I help you with something?” Jiwoo asked inadvertently.
Namjoon and Yoongi quickly adjusted their aggressive image but held a skeptical and observing attitude towards Jiwoo. Why wasn’t he frightened? He didn’t even flinch. Hardcore mafia members typically break a sweat if any of them showed such aggression. So why wasn’t he even bothered? They didn’t like this. They didn’t like him. Why did he get under their skin so badly?! What the hell was going on?!?!
Namjoon made the first move. This surprised Jiwoo and his sudden shock did not bypass Yoongi’s eyes.
“My name is Namjoon. It’s nice to meet you.”
Jiwoo blinked several times before a kind smile appeared.
“It’s nice to meet you too Namjoon! The name’s Jiwoo.”
He shifted his gaze to Yoongi, waiting for him to answer.
“Yoongi.”
“Cool! So Namjoon. Yoongi. What can I do for you?” he asked innocently.
“We were actually looking for someone. We heard her voice and came over here to meet back up. Wouldn’t happen to have seen her, would you? She wouldn’t be hard to miss.” Namjoon explained, trying to maintain a leveled tone.
“Hmmm~ Oh! You mean the short, curvy, foreign girl? The pretty one with sunkissed skin? Are you guys friends of (Y/N)?”
Jiwoo’s description was so casual that it was irking them both with how friendly his tone was as he spoke about you. But they had to reel it in, already displaying too much zeal for wanting to physically destroy him out of annoyance. Even though they had no real reason as to why.
“That’s the one! And yes, we’re friends of hers.” Namjoon continued, poking his tongue against his inner cheek.
“Oh awesome! I’m a coworker of hers! We’ve been doing a collaborative project between our two companies. She’s an amazing person and so talented! She’s saved my ass more times than I can count and she’s always there when I need her! If I’m being honest, she’d make the perfect girlfriend.”
“Ah~ That’s good to hear! I’m glad she has someone watching over her there. I think we can both personally attest to your descriptions of her too.”
Namjoon didn’t take his last statement too seriously, also agreeing heavily with Jiwoo’s thoughts. Maybe they overreacted. Jiwoo didn’t seem too bad. He came off as kind and reliable. The way they heard you interact with him, you seemed to be on good terms with one another.
“Hey, can I ask you something? Are either of you dating her?” Jiwoo bluntly asked out of the blue.
The two men were taken aback by the sudden question, briefly looking at one another before Namjoon spoke up first.
“Uh, no we’re not.”
A sickening feeling shot through Namjoon’s stomach at that moment. He couldn’t pinpoint why but he didn’t like where this was going. For Yoongi, he began to glare at Jiwoo with a look fueled by hatred, aware of exactly what was coming next.
“That’s good. I was kinda afraid I lost my chance! Someone like (Y/N) is too kind, too gentle, so soft and…so damn submissive. I wonder how she’d be in bed, squealing and squirming beneath me? Oh how the thought alone is arousing. But she’s so oblivious sometimes! It’s like I’m the one chasing her! I usually have people lining up out the door handing me applications on any given day! Hahahaha and then there’s her! She won’t even give me the time of day. Ahhh~ it’s so exhilarating!”
What? What the actual fuck!? It took a minute for that to register. To truly digest the words he had spoken. Did he really just say that? So plainly, so bluntly, so casually?? It was unexpected, vulgar, and disgusting. What the hell was wrong with this guy? Yoongi reacted immediately, all the calm and collectedness he’s known for died in that very moment. He may have been shorter than Jiwoo but that did not stop him from gripping his shirt collar and tugging the man towards him.
“What the hell did you just say?” he growled.
Namjoon stood by, eyes darkened and blotched with a crimson red. There was no hiding it this time and he had no intention of doing so either. But Jiwoo just stood there, face slightly surprised with eyes deeply unmoved. What was with this guy?
“What? You’re gonna tell me neither of you thought of those things. A fine piece of ass like that and you’re just going to stand on the sidelines. There’s not many girls like that, especially ones with her character. Tell me, what did I say that wasn’t true?”
His whole character practically changed. A sudden shift, a 180, an unexpected and unforeseen coldness enveloped inside Jiwoo’s eyes. He held no fear, no remorse, no doubt. He was far from normal.
“You sick fu-”
“Just kidding~!” Jiwoo laughed loudly.
They both observed him closely, astounded by his switch of nature once more. It was like he went back to the person they initially were introduced to. A person who seemed kind and somewhat reliable.
“Namjoon! Yoongi!”
You broke them both from their thoughts, their attention instantly befalling your figure. They weren’t the only ones, Jiwoo followed suit instantly. You sported a long sleeve, cold shoulder, button up blouse in a color that perfectly accented against your skin tone. It accentuated your upper half perfectly, allowing your assets to showcase in a classy fashion yet with undertones of a sexy appeal. It wasn’t too much and nice enough to wear to work as well. It allowed you to have exposed skin without receiving judgment from prying eyes.
You began to feel somewhat self conscious with all the prying eyes, unsure of why they all got so quiet when you could’ve sworn you heard conversation outside the changing room. Jiwoo was just a bit quicker on the uptake, taking advantage of how obviously smitten the other two were by your appearance.
“I told you it would be a good fit for you!” he stated proudly.
“You think so?” you asked sheepishly.
“Absolutely! What do you two think?” Jiwoo suddenly questioned.
He intentionally wrapped his arm around your waist, placing a loose yet firm grip on your hip. He held you somewhat close to his side and displayed an easily identifiable devious smirk on his handsome face. Namjoon was dangerously close to losing it and Yoongi wasn’t far from behind. But they both knew what kind of game Jiwoo was playing at and felt it appropriate to entertain the man.
Namjoon did not respond. Instead, he approached you both with a gentle and kind smile. Your heartbeat raced and your cheeks felt flushed upon seeing such a handsome display of features. He confidently reached out his hand for you to grab, which you quickly and happily complied upon Jiwoo’s surprise. Within that fraction of a second, the two men shot each other a look of vexation, Jiwoo not hiding his obvious disdain for the scene unfolding before him. Namjoon whisked you away towards Yoongi, who stood by with something shiny in his hand. You didn’t realize it at first, waiting patiently to hear their thoughts on your outfit.
“I think it goes without saying that you always have and always will look beautiful, no matter what you wear. And this truly does fit you perfectly.” Namjoon started off.
“And even though you look amazing, as always, there’s something Namjoon and I found that we think you might really like especially.” Yoongi added on.
The shiny object in his hands was a pretty hair clip, one adorned with gorgeous looking jewels, a butterfly figure, flowers and music notes. You had mentioned to them all of your vast fondness for butterflies and flowers, believing that you had a strong spiritual connection with both living things. You loved and adored music, admitting your great admiration and respect for the invisible work of art. But it was what came next that took them by surprise.
“This is beautiful, Yoongi. All the intricate details and craftsmanship only make it that much more special. But I think what I love about it above all else is that It’s like a representation of the 8 of us!” you said allowed, without thinking.
“You guys are the music that allows my flowers to flourish and what gives my wings flight to survive.”
The three men froze, Namjoon and Yoongi in particular, taken aback by your words. You held such an adoring look as you gazed lovingly at the little pendant clip. There was no mistake that you held a deep tenderness for the object in hand, completely disregarding the outfit you were currently adorning. You looked up at the two men before you with an oddly sentimental look. It was warm, gentle, and so painfully familiar. It was like in that moment, for a brief second, you were completely and entirely aligned with one another and it was almost like you had retained all the memories of your past love.
Yoongi felt like he was going to cry. His heart hurt, aching desperately for you. It was a sudden rush of unforeseen emotions engulfing his very being. He couldn’t describe it even if he wanted to. Namjoon was no different, a soft yet sad moonstruck appearance beholding his sharp features. Witnessing their expressions made you want to cry as well, even if you didn’t fully understand what was happening. It hit you just as suddenly as it hit them.
Jiwoo observed intently, taking detailed note of the scene before him. He was far from giving up on making you his, but he realized quickly that he was going to have to try a helluva lot harder than what he’s doing now. These two were stepping dangerously close on his ideals and he didn’t like that. Many questions plagued his thoughts, a maniacal amount of actions began mapping out in his head to come out victorious. However, he was completely void of the deepening and darkening scowl forming on his face, as well as the lingering figure who was bearing witness to it all.
“You okay there buddy?” a chipper male voice asked suddenly.
Jiwoo froze, not daring to look back at the new man standing near him. He took that moment to calm his nerves, quelling the rising irritation that people were ingraining into him. He couldn’t falter over something so stupidly petty. Not in front of a liability. It didn’t help that he didn’t even feel this guy’s presence approaching him. He needed to get himself together.
“Yes! I’m perfectly fine! Hahahaha, just felt a little woozy is all! No cause for concern.”
Jiwoo altered his scowl to the original kind and gentle look he displayed when he first met Namjoon and Yoongi. The irritation didn’t go unnoticed but he did a pretty good job at hiding it from the untrained eye of a random stranger. Too bad he wasn’t dealing with some random stranger. No, instead he was met face to face with none other than Jung Hoseok. And he beheld a look that did not match his concerned voice. This frightened Jiwoo.
“Hobi?” you suddenly questioned, the weird euphoric feeling finally dissipating.
Hoseok’s scrutinizing gaze lingered over Jiwoo a bit longer before permanently turning his attention to you. His face did a complete 180 when he beamed up at you, a charming and delighted look adorning his features as he happily spread his arms and engulfed you in a hug.
Jiwoo hadn’t realized that his breath was hitched, softly gasping for air at the slow fade of tension. Who in the hell were these three? Jiwoo wasn’t an idiot. He had noticed the identifiable hatred Yoongi and Namjoon had for him upon first glance. Though, at the time, it wasn’t warranted, he figured it was jealousy. He enjoyed making other men jealous, especially those infatuated with a person he finds attractive. Which is why he said what he said about you shortly after he realized the two put their guard down. But he wasn’t so dense as to not notice that deep crimson glow the two men held in their eyes. Not to mention the brute strength Yoongi had when he gripped his collar. That was pure, unfiltered killing intent unlike any he’s ever bared witness to.
Jiwoo was good at keeping a straight face and downplaying his feelings. It’s how he’s survived this long. Seeing Hosoek ignited a fear in him he hadn’t felt in a very long time, one that pleaded with him to just walk away and never turn back, invigorated him. But he couldn’t turn back now. His pride wouldn’t let him. He knew there was something more going on here. With you. With them. It was all very intriguing and fueled his provocative desires for you even more. He observed a bit longer at how obviously elated you were being surrounded by these three men. Watched how your cheeks flushed, how your smile widened, how your eyes sparkled, and how obviously attracted you were to them. He needed to learn more, but now was not the time.
Instead, Jiwoo boldly approached you, catching the attention of the provoked glares of Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok. You, being a little too oblivious, focused your attention on Jiwoo for a brief moment, feeling somewhat guilty for forgetting about him. He grabbed for your hand unprompted, kissed your knuckles, and bid you all a goodbye before running off somewhere in the growing crowd. You were a bit confused by his sudden departure but didn’t bother to read too much into it. You were the only one, however. The others watched as he left the store, no remorse for how obvious they were being and how clearly disgusted they were with his existence.
You had opted to forgo the outfit and buy the hair piece instead, promising to always wear it whenever and wherever you go. Hoseok opted to purchase it and give it to you as a gift. You were trying to advise against that but he did it anyway. When you guys left the store, you all decided to go to a small chinese hotpot restaurant outside of the mall (to Yoongi’s enjoyment), as it became more and more busy in the mall as time had progressed.
“Hobi?” you asked, pulling him out of thought as you finally took your seats.
“Hm?”
“I forgot to ask, how’d you know we were at the mall in that store? Kinda crazy that you found us! Almost like fate!” you giggled.
Hoseok froze for a brief moment, trying to concoct a believable lie to tell you because no, he had no clue you guys were at the mall. Nor did he know you were in that store. He had stopped by a shop near the mall to pick up new dancing clothes for his studio. On his way out he happened to notice Namjoon and Yoongi emitting an aggressive and rageful aura so strong he could feel it from outside across the street while you all were on the downstairs floor inside the mall. It didn’t help that his senses also heightened when he approached Jiwoo, a man that took mere milliseconds to bring his blood to a boil. Of course he couldn’t tell you that. Not yet, at least. So he opted for a varying method. One more believable.
“I was stopping by to grab a snack. The vendor in the mall has some really delicious hotteok. When I reached the ground floor, I noticed Namjoon. He’s pretty tall and easily recognizable. I was just going to say hi when I found your…friend…who looked a little…sick.”
“In the head…” Yoongi mumbled,
Namjoon nudged him slightly, throwing a glance his way. Yoongi acted like he didn’t say anything and kept reading over the menu of options. Luckily, you didn’t hear him anyway, so there was no cause for concern.
“To me, that’s just a fancy way of saying fate.” you teased.
“Regardless, I’m glad I got to see you today! And thanks again for buying the hair pendant for me.”
Hoseok chuckled before happily brushing off your thanks. He grabbed the bag and pulled the intricate metal out.
“May I have the honor of putting it in your hair?” Hoseok asked.
“Of course! I would love that!”
Hoseok did just that, the other two watching fondly at your excited features and at how you made the hair clip even more beautiful than it already was. Hoseok immediately started taking pictures and sending them in their group chat. It didn’t take long for their phones to start buzzing with notifications of the others responding back. You took note of that and smiled bashfully at the thought of your picture being on all their phones. You’d secretly hoped you looked somewhat presentable before Hoseok sent it.
Luckily, those thoughts died out as quickly as they were birthed. You were too busy enjoying your meal and conversation with the three men before you, your heart growing that much more fondly for them as a group and individually. You had secretly hoped that you had just as many days as this planned for you in the future. If only you knew just how much of what you had hoped would come true, easily in a way that far exceeded your expectations.
— Summary: You’ve decided to move to a quiet quaint area near the edge of the city, working at a small family owned flower shop surrounded by the very thing you love most: flowers. Lately, more often than not though, you’ve found yourself frequently visited by 5 children whom you can’t help but love and adore, aiding them in their every need when asked. But they’re not your only sudden frequent visitors. Their 7 older brothers, who happen to also be the leaders of the Port Mafia, have taken a strong liking towards you as well. Unfortunately, that also means their dangerous and unpredictable lifestyles will start to mesh with your calming and gentle one, making things far more complicated than you had expected. Seems like your once carefree life wont be going as planned as you had originally hoped.
— Pairing: mafia boss! bts x poc! curvy! florist! reader x mafia! children! txt
— Genre: super fluff / poly!au / mafia!au / soft yandere!au / child! au / Bungou Stray Dogs! au (kinda)
— Status: Coming Soon (Revamp of Spring Day)
— Warnings: verbal and physical abuse (violence, threatening, blood, murder), child abuse (physical & verbal), sexual tension, hurt/comfort, insecurities (reader not feeling good enough sometimes), implied (eventual) smut
***This is the revamped version of Spring Day and is inspired by Bungou Stray Dogs. It will be started once Pied Piper is finished! :)
OKAYYYYY!! Wow, I have to get this off my chest!! I feel like I’m going to go crazy if I don’t write out this idea for you guys! AND PLEASE….if you have any suggestions I would LOVE to hear them!!!! Here goes….how would you guys feel if I did a….
BTS One Piece au???
Like I’ve had this idea for quite some time and it would definitely be something that wouldn’t be created until after the completion of Spring Day’s redone series. But like here is the general idea behind it and I’m sorry this might get long!! Also, there might be some spoilers for the actual story of One Piece so please read with caution.
A LONG LONG LONG time ago I created an OC for the One Piece universe who I developed SO MUCH content for. I ended up making over a 100 page fanfic about her insertion in the series and her relationship to the characters. I was so proud of the concept but then it kinda just died out because One Piece started irritating the hell out of me with how the story was continued and my love for it kinda died out. But that never ceased my admiration for many of the concepts that Oda created to this day. Anyway, I stumbled upon the fanfic I wrote about the OC and started thinking how interesting it would be to use this concept for a BTS version. And that’s kinda how we got here lol.
So, that being said, let’s talk about You (aka the Reader). You are a child of Primm, a clan that was put on the earth to protect those who were marked with “The Will of D”. In the BTS version it wont be called “The Will of D” but it will be something else similar to the idea. Because of this purpose, all members of the Primm family have an obscene amount of physical strength and intelligence that exceeds even the Mink Clan. They are immediately trained from a young age having mastered all forms of Haki and they are put through physical and mental exercises to increase their agility, combat power, and speed. If someone from the Primm family fails to protect the individual marked with D, they will be sentenced to death having tarnished the purpose of the clan.
In the OC’s case, she was supposed to protect Ace and Luffy and well….Ace died, indicating that she failed part of her purpose. However, seeing as she was also tasked to protect Luffy, she was put in a position where she was banished from the clan until the rest of her purpose was fulfilled. In this case, she can no longer come back to the clan until Luffy has fulfilled his dream. As long as he can do that without dying then the OC will be allowed back in. However, this is not without its limitations due to her allowing Ace to die still. In addition, the OC ends up becoming a liberator and captain of her own crew, someone who is similar to the Revolutionary Army but works according to their own agenda. Her main purpose is to free the slaves from auctions and household even if it means becoming one, especially World Nobles (something SUPER illegal). She incurred a crazy bounty having succeeded multiple times and was put on a watch list not only for her lineage but also for being a non-pirate for having such a huge bounty.
In the BTS version, all 7 members will be the ones You (the reader) have to protect. They all bare “the mark” and you are supposed to ensure their safety at all cost. What makes that so difficult for you though is how all 7 of them are associated with various groups, some of which oppose each other greatly. Your need to travel around and help slaves is how you managed to find and meet all of them at one point or another.
So lets talk about what that means!!
Lets start off with the pirates. I LOVED the relationship between Ace, Luffy, and Sabo. Like, I wish Oda could’ve fleshed out their relationship more into their teen/adult years instead of cutting it so short when they were children by “killing” Sabo, separating Luffy and Ace, reuniting the two to actual kill Ace off, and then bringing Sabo back so suddenly after the major time skip. Like damn, my heart hated that the three of them couldn’t reunite but it is what it is and I’m going on a tangent at this point.
So, if it wasn’t obvious, Ace, Luffy, and Sabo are going to play a critical role in this. I figured Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin could take the honors of filling those roles! However, it’ll be a bit different.
Jungkook is going to fill in for Ace. Taehyung for Luffy. And Jimin for Sabo. A majority of the concepts of Ace, Luffy, and Sabo will carry over to Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin but there will be major differences as well.
For example, like Ace, Jungkook’s father will have been an infamous well renowned pirate king who put JK’s life through hell and who JK hates with a passion. But Jungkook will not die like Ace and will actual become the main captain of the main pirate crew.
That being said, Taehyung, unlike Luffy, will not be the main pirate captain and will also not be clueless and stupid. He, like Luffy, will have an infamous reputation and encounter crazy strong individuals who he always manages to beat.
Jimin, like Sabo, will come from a stereotypical richy rich noble family who tries to control his every waking move. He runs away, meets JK (and later Tae), and they become sworn brothers, promising to be pirates of their own crew. Unlike Sabo, he will not get his ship blown up by a World Noble nor will it take 80 billions chapters to write him back in the story. There will be an incident that separates the 3 but it’s nothing dramatic. Jimin will join the Revolutionary Army, Jungkook will become a 1 man pirate crew (for reasons), and Taehyung will become a pirate captain of his own crew. How Ace, Luffy, and Sabo met and grew up will be almost identical with JK, Tae, and Jimin.
Now, how do you play role in this?
In the OC story I made, she gets dropped off at Dadan’s hut where Ace is staying. This is before Luffy shows up and after Ace meets Sabo. Ace did not like the OC for quite some time but eventually warmed up to her and developed feelings for her until the day he died. Sabo knows of her but doesn’t physically meet her until after he meets Luffy and also develops feelings for her as well. Luffy only ever saw her as a big sister figure and loves her deeply in his own way. For the BTS version, it will be the exact same thing except all three of them fall in love with You (the reader).
Let’s go to the Marines!!! >:D
The rap line….our lovely rap line will be the marines in this story. But not just any type of marine, they will take the role of the 3 most well known Admirals from One Piece. So Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok will have a very similar role to Akainu, Aokiji, and Kizaru respectfully in that order. Those 3 are so overpowered it’s not even funny and even though they are literally bad guys (Aokiji being an odd unknown in that sense) they had this cool badass aura to them that lowkey made them kinda cool even though personally I really don’t like Akainu and I REALLY don’t like Kizaru. Anyway, Smoker is my personal favorite marine (a few others too, like Fujitora and Garp and so on) and the ideology of him and a few of the other marines who are bit less rigid in the marine ideals and realize that they’re not as righteous as they come across will be very prominent with Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok. So really the only similarites they share with Akainu, Aokiji, and Kizaru are their title, their strength, and how cool they come across (even thoguh they suck).
What’s your role in this?
They are VERY WELL aware of you. You being a liberator and having a crew who aids in your successful work, you are SUPER wanted. You are on a watch list and the marines do everything they can to try to hunt you down on numerous occasions. Because you are so evasive, the Ruler and Elders have instructed the 3 big admirals to come after you which is how you’ve met the rap line so many times. You have an odd relationship with them, in many cases you’ve had to work together. This has happened so many times that they’ve all grown a soft spot for you followed by serious romantic feelings. The three also have a weird love-hate relationship with the maknae line as well, having grown accustomed to them too.
Lastly, the Mink Clan!
So, personally I think the Mink Clan is so cool and so unique compared to some of the other characters Oda has created. It was refreshing, to say the least, and I wanted to play with that a little because I think there’s a lot of wiggle room there too. So this is where Jin resides. I played with the idea of him being a marine but I wanted to do more and remembered the Mink Clan!
In Jin’s case, he is the next in line to be the ruler. I haven’t decided what kind of animal he’s going to be but I do know that he’ll be a bit different from many of the other minks, especially the males. The females are more humanoid and the males are more beast. But they all have fur/mammal-like qualities. Humans, to the minks, are known as lesser-minks, and Jin is going to be an odd mix of the two. He has the hybird characteristics of a mink but he has no fur like a human. He was born that way but was never looked at as less than. His mother was a princess of the minks who was beyond beautiful and his father a handsome human. Jin just came out as a hybrid of the two. Despite that, that is about the only human characteristic about him. He still goes through Sulong when the full moon comes out and he is said to be one of the strongest minks in the tribe.
He meets you a few times on many occasions. In this story, minks go for an outrageous price at auctions. You had freed many of his people and personally brought them back to his homeland. He had helped many many time in the process. It didn’t take much for him to fall in love with you and has since tried to court you.
Now that this has all been played out, the really fun thing I want to do is eventually have them all join the same crew. There will be a series of events that brings all 7 of them together to join one crew, even though that requires 3 of them betraying the marines. You will be there right along with them and it will be a poly adventure romance story. They all, except you, will have a devil fruit but, again, I haven’t thought of that yet. This has so many things that need to be figured out and if you’ve read this far, I would love to hear your ideas on different things. Like a devil fruit for each of them, or the mink breed Jin will be. Stuff like that. Only if you want. I would also love to hear if any of you would even be interested in a story like this and any other feedback! Sorry this is so long but I wanted to share it with you all so badly. It was eating away at me like crazy lol.
Anyway, thanks so much and please enjoy the upcoming chapters of Pied Piper!!!
— Summary: You’re a recent grad who was given the dream opportunity to intern abroad in South Korea. When you moved into a small, somewhat homely, apartment complex in Gangnam, you were pleasantly surprised to have become neighbors with 7 very intriguing, very charming, very handsome young men. You weren’t expecting them to have become so attached to you so quickly and that’s probably because you’re actually their reincarnated soulmate. To make matters even more convoluted, they’re also part of the mafia, they’re demons, and they’re heir to the throne of the underworld. Who’d thought that your once normal life would change so drastically over the course of such a short time?
Chapter 3!! Not sure how I fully feel about this one but it’s done. Taking a break because posting multiple days in a row has wore me out lol. I’ll come back ti edit because there are points I feel “meh” on but oh well!
Since your introduction to 5 of the 7 brothers you’d heard so much about, they had become exceedingly affectionate towards you. You started seeing them frequently, even more than you usually had. You were far from complaining, but you’d be lying if you couldn’t admit that it made your heart flutter a bit too much for your liking. You hadn’t ever received so much attention from differing guys before, especially those who far exceeded the current beauty standards. You often questioned if you deserved such treatment, usually brushing off any intruding thought of their devoted gestures being more than just friendly.
That morning, you had woken up a bit later than usual. You had the day off and were hoping to spend it by becoming accustomed to the area. After freshening up and getting dressed, you made your way out into the hallway and down the staircase. You had every intention of reaching the first floor until you heard a lovely acoustic tune coming from the end of the hallway on the second floor. Has there always been a music room?
Your curiosity got the best of you and you followed after it. The melody got louder and louder the farther you walked, indicating you were getting closer to its source. When you reached the window peering inside, you saw a young man there playing the acoustic guitar. You had never seen him before and became entranced. Not only was he doing a magnificent job with the instrument but the way the sun outlined him in a golden glow made him look far more ethereal than he already was.
You were staring so intently and so wrapped up in your own thoughts, you failed to realize he stopped playing and was gazing back at you. When you finally did take notice, you began panicking. You internally screamed at yourself and desperately tried to come up with your next course of action without looking any more creepy than you already came off. The man could spot your struggle easily and just chuckled, waving you inside. You reluctantly complied, blush forming on your face as you entered.
MIN YOONGI
“So…?” he questioned aloud.
You paused for a brief moment, unsure of what he wanted from you. He caught on to your confusion and smiled.
“Was the music nice or do you normally stare at strangers?” he asked.
“N-No! Oh my god no! I’m sorry, I can explain! I heard you playing and got curious! I had no clue there was a music room in this building. When I followed the sound, I spotted you and kinda got sucked into your playing. I’m sorry for being rude, I don’t know what I was thinking. It was a very lovely tune though!”
Yoongi knew exactly what was happening and just chuckled. The Pied Piper always entrances those who hear him play, this was no different. But seeing you so flustered was entertaining to say the least.
“I’m only teasing. Thank you for the compliment though. I’m still getting used to the guitar but haven’t quite figured it out fully.” he said.
“Oh wow, you could’ve fooled me! I thought you sounded pretty amazing. But if this is still something you’re learning, I can only imagine what the future holds.” you praised once more.
“I think you’re giving me far too much credit, but your words are much appreciated.”
Yoongi tried to hide the creeping blush, your compliments making him turn shy and nervous. Especially seeing as they came directly from you of all people, it was making it hard for him to look you in the eye.
“I’m serious. I wish I could’ve heard you play sooner. It’s…comforting. Like I could let all my worries go. I don’t think I’m explaining it well enough. But sometimes I think that’s how music should be. It can invoke feelings I don’t think words could ever truly describe and it’s okay to not be able to. Even if I don’t know what’s being said or even what it means, it always finds a way to make me feel. That’s what makes it so special. I’m not exactly a music buff but I really do enjoy it. It actually helps me get my creative juices flowing!”
Yoongi paused for a moment, really studying you up close. Something about what you said struck a chord with him. Yoongi loves music, they all do. Most of their pride is stored in music, something so far ingrained in them that they could never step away from it even if they tried. Not everyone can understand the devotion one has for the things they love and yet here you are pinning down the exact way he feels. Music doesn’t need to be explained, understood, or dissected. Music just needs to be felt and shared, even if the words aren’t that of your motherland. You were good. Too good. And he was definitely hooked.
“You are far more interesting than you led on.” he said with a soft smile.
You blinked several times, trying to understand if that was a good or bad thing.
“I use this room the most but I’ve been gone for a while. I think you had moved in during then and that’s probably why you were unaware of its existence.” he explained, changing the topic.
“That makes sense! Well, I’m glad you returned safely and…Oh! I almost forgot! My name is (Y/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you.” you announced, bowing to him.
Yoongi smiled at you, taking advantage of your brief moment of looking away from him to admire your beauty. Damn you were cute. It didn’t take long to see why his brothers fell like dominos around you. Your entire being was addictive.
“Yoongi. It’s nice to meet you too.”
“Yoongi?” you questioned more to yourself.
He looked at you, waiting for you to continue but you never did. This felt like deja vu all over again. Where had you heard that name? This was happening far more frequently than you cared to admit and it was bugging you that you couldn’t pinpoint the correct answer. Yoongi watched with an amused glint in his eye, observing your furrowed brow and scrunched up nose. Were you always this expressive to the public? It was entertaining, adorable even.
“Oh! Yoongi!! Jimin’s Yoongi!” you exclaimed excitedly.
Yoongi’s face fell. What the hell did that mean?
“I’m sorry what?” he questioned.
“You’re the second oldest! Min Yoongi, right? That makes so much sense! Jimin first introduced you as ‘Our Yoongi’ and said you were away on a business trip! You were with Jungkook and…” you said trailing off, cocking your head to ponder again.
“That would be me.” a voice called out, catching the two of you by surprise.
KIM NAMJOON
When you turned around you were staring at a man with the body of a god. You mentally had to stop yourself from looking at his exposed arms, his attire indicating he had just recently finished a workout session. He was tall, slick from his sweat, and had a nice golden glow to him. What the fuck? This was cruel. Was the universe trying to destroy you today?
In his hand was an iced caffeinated drink. Yoongi practically pounced on it, happily taking the beverage and sipping on it. You watched him, finding his actions adorable. He kinda looked like a cat when he did that and it was cute. The rising smile was evident and Namjoon had the luxury of observing it without your knowledge. He actually had the luxury of observing all of you and dare I say he was very pleased.
You turned back to Namjoon, beaming up at him now.
“Hello, my name’s (Y/N), it’s an honor to finally meet all of you.”
Namjoon chuckled, not only with what you said but also at the fact you were clearly struggling with your rising blush and curious eyes. The others did say you get flustered easily and it was hard not to coo over you. They were definitely right about that, among many other things too. But their descriptions of your beauty, your true beauty, were lacking. No words could ever describe how these 7 men see you. How they’ve always seen you. Having been in separation for so long, finally having you presented in front of them as you are now was like staring at a goddess. Your innocent doe eyes, your beautifully sunkissed skin, your soft curvaceous figure, your locks that crowned your head; all of it was hypnotic. All of it was pure. All of it was something they wanted to taint so lovingly, so viciously, so intimately. You were their life and their ruin.
“Namjoon, likewise. My brothers speak very highly of you. I’m happy such a positive influence has entered our lives.”
You took note of the way Namjoon spoke to you, almost like he was in charge of the others. You found that a tad bit odd given he was the 4th oldest according to Taehyung. Maybe you were reading too far into it. Yeah, that’s probably it.
“That’s my line. You’ve all helped me out quite a bit! It took me some time to get used to the transportation systems, the street signs, the scammers, and the cultists. Jungkook showed me the best street vendors and Seokjin explained which times to go to which convenient stores to avoid crowds. Hoseok offered many shortcuts I could take to get to my destination fast and Taehyung and Jimin are always giving me a helping hand here or around the area. There’s honestly too much to count how many times I was assisted. I feel so lucky I got to meet you all so soon after arriving here.”
“I’m glad to hear that. Does that mean you like it here in Korea so far?” Namjoon asked with a dimpled smile.
Your eyes lit up, your inner child showing itself on full display. You raved on and on about your admiration for many cultures but how none impacted you more than South Korea. You explained what it was that inspired you and how much in depth research you’ve done on the history and current trends. Your determination and intelligence was showing and it more than made you look more attractive to Namjoon.
He admired your need to learn about their culture. In fact, he loved that. A new found respect was growing for you, followed closely by his fondness. He could tell Yoongi felt the same way, having overheard your conversation about music. Plus his face gave it away even more so now, with the way his eyes held a surprise look as he continued to hear you speak so passionately.
“I’m sorry…I must sound like I’m rambling.” you giggled sheepishly.
“No, it’s nice to hear someone speak so passionately about our culture. It fills me with pride to be honest. To know that there are people out there who care enough to learn about us feels good, for lack of a better word.” Namjoon admitted with a bashful smile, rubbing the back of his neck shyly.
“I think it’s far more normal than you think.” you said playfully hitting his arm without thinking.
It was only supposed to be a friendly gesture to ease someone’s embarrassment or to lighten the tension in a conversation. However, in that moment it became something entirely unexplainable. As soon as the back of your hand made contact with Namjoon’s arm, something surged inside your body.
It struck up your arm, down your abdomen, and straight to your toes. It wasn’t painful, just sudden and unfamiliar. Once the initial shock wore off, your heart began to race, your face felt flushed, and your stomach tickled. Your legs were like jelly and your knees got weak. The first audible thing out of your mouth was an elongated sensual moan.
Namjoon and Yoongi were immediately put on high alert, concerned for your sudden pained expression. Namjoon reached out to grip your forearms, hoping he could steady your staggering figure. But as soon as he did that, another moan escaped your lips. Namjoon froze, his eyes turning into an instant crimson shade upon hearing your throaty pants. It was then he realized you weren’t in pain, you were aroused. Very. Aroused.
Yoongi could smell it too. That oddly familiar yet unfamiliar scent leaking from between your legs. Oh how that alone sent him over the edge. By that point Yoongi had discarded his sweatshirt, the heat making him lose his cool. He witnessed how you were about to fall over and grabbed for the closest thing he could grip; your hips. Another moan left your lips and you unintentionally bucked back into his crotch. Yoongi had to tighten his hold on you, stopping your movements before he too lost control.
“Namjoon, what the hell is happening?” Yoongi asked through gritted teeth.
“I-I don’t know. It’s like every time we touch her, she loses control. I don’t even think she knows what she’s doing.” Namjoon interpreted.
“I don’t know how much longer I have before I lose it next. What do we do? We can’t just leave her here, but the more we touch her the harder it becomes for all of us.”
Namjoon needed a minute to think but that was far harder given their current circumstances. He thought back to when they reached out to the elder mage, the woman who put them in this newly formed life. And then it dawned on him. The soulmate bond.
“It…It has to be our bond. Our soulmate bond. S-She said that…after she meets all 7 of us…she’ll start to feel the side effects too. This has to be it. If nothing else, this has to prove she’s…she’s the one.” Namjoon shuttered out.
“D-Damnit, I want her so bad.” Yoongi whined.
“We have to keep it under control. Set her down, gently. Grab something to cool her off with. She’s burning up.” Namjoon instructed.
They did just that, placing your squirming figure on the carpeted floor before grabbing some magazines and loose papers to start fanning you. Your weird haze had started to calm down, your body temperature decreasing as you began to regain control over your ragged breathing. When you opened your eyes, you were met with both a concerned looking Namjoon and Yoongi. What just happened? You were so confused and so tired.
“Yoon..gi? Namjoon?” you asked, blinking your eyes to clear your vision.
“You okay?” Yoongi asked.
“You scared us there for a minute.” Namjoon stated.
“What happened? Did I pass out?” you asked with slight concern.
“I think you’ve been overworking yourself. Jimin had said that you’d been coming home later and later.” Yoongi said.
He hated not being fully honest but at the same time he wasn’t wrong. Arielle had gone back home to France, the incident at the nightclub having messed with her more than she’d led on. However, you and Jiwoo were still in need for the project and you both had to take up her role. The design company was breathing down your back to get this project done, more than elated that a crucial member had left so suddenly. That meant you both were required to work longer hours and it really had been tiring you out.
Everyone was well aware who your boss was, thanks to Seokjin might I add, and the thought of his…inappropriate management over you was really starting to grate heavily on their nerves. They were going to deal with that later. Right now, their priority was you.
“I’m…sorry…for being such an inconvenience to you both. I feel…so horrible.”
“There’s nothing to apologize for.” Namjoon encouraged.
“We’re just glad you’re okay.” Yoongi added.
You sat up, their eyes on you each step of the way. You rubbed your head slightly before turning to the nearest person to thank them once more. That happened to be Yoongi. But instead of doing what you were initially planning to do, your eyes caught sight of Yoongi’s bare arms. Were they always exposed like that? Were they always that muscular??? Your eyes lingered a tad bit longer than intended and you quickly turned your head away from him. The blush was forming full force and the heat followed quickly afterwards.
You never meant to assume but Yoongi was so bundled up in a hoodie and sweats that you failed to realize just how toned he was. You could tell he was lean but you never realized how defined he was. You wondered if more of his body was that way. If Namjoon was similar. If any of them were….No. You had to stop these thoughts. You were going to ruin yourself thinking like this. There’s no way you had a chance…right?
Namjoon must’ve taken notice of your darkened face, a solemn look present. What were you thinking so intently about while looking so…sad?
“Maybe you should lie down.” Namjoon suggested.
“Would you like us to escort you back to your room?”
You smiled sweetly at them both, at first going to decline. But something inside of you begged you to say yes. And that’s what you did. What could hurt? Namjoon helped you up, taking note that you didn’t react violently this time. Yoongi observed closely too, keeping his eye trained on anything that stood out to him that seemed out of the ordinary, or, as out of the ordinary as it could be given they’d only known you the past hour or so. When all seemed fine, they walked you back to the 3rd floor and to your room.
“Thank you both again. I think I really have been overworked lately. It’s too bad though, I was hoping to spend the time roaming around.” you said with a pout.
Just then, a sudden thought popped into his head.
“When you feel well rested, we can take you out in the area for the evening.” Namjoon offered.
Those pretty eyes of yours lit up with an energetic glint. You couldn’t help the rising smile and the youthful glow radiating your soft features.
“A-Are you sure? Do either of you mind?” you asked once more for clarification.
Namjoon chuckled and Yoongi smiled.
“Yeah, we’d love to. Plus, think of it as thanks for looking out for you.” Yoongi added.
“I’m sure the others would love to tag along too. If that’s cool with you.” Namjoon
“I’d very much love that actually! Just give me a couple of hours to get this headache gone and I’ll contact you all.”
You all agreed and went your separate ways. The two lingered a bit longer to ensure you made it to bed safely before making their way down the hall. They reached a communal lounge room where the other 5 members were sitting in wait. When Namjoon and Yoongi took their seats to settle, it was Namjoon who spoke up first.
“I think we need to discuss…something very important,” he announced.
“Is it about…” Jimin started, trailing off while fiddling with his fingers.
“…(Y/N). It’s about (Y/N) right?” Seokjin asked, gliding his hand through his hair.
“She’s totally our soulmate.” Hoseok scoffed, taking a swig from his scotch cup.
“Yeah…she is.” Namjoon confirmed.
“What do we do now?” Jungkook questioned, cocking his head curiously.
“That’s what we need to discuss, correct?” Taehyung assumed with a sigh.
“Yeah, that’s right.” Yoongi admitted.
“We need to contact the elder mage. Immediately. She’ll know exactly what to do.”
And with that, they continued their discussion into the late evening, constructing the best course of action to finally make this work. To officially call you theirs.
There was something about the island that was serene, calm, something that was shattered when the 8 of you stepped foot on the sand. What would have been a tranquil quiet morning had turned into the usual chaos.
“Seriously Hyung! Again?” You wake startled to Jungkook shouting at the man currently enclosing you tighter in his arms, ignoring the maknae.
“This is the third night in a row,” Jungkook continues when neither of you reply, he’s angry but there’s more to it, he’s hurt. You try to pry the hands around you away, trying to get your thoughts together after being harshly woken, but Yoongi doesn’t move an inch, only offering you a grumbling “tsk” to your movement.
“Hyung!“ Jungkook yells for his attention. You don’t have to see him to know he’s got his tongue harshly pressed against his cheek in annoyance, you can feel it, just as you can feel his stare that you swore was burning you more than the Sun’s heat.
“Jagi fell in love with me first,” the prince let out smugly, you can feel the smirk on the back of your neck. “I saw her first, we would never have met her if it wasn’t for me.”
“So?” The maknae replies seething, while your jaw drops at the Prince’s audacity.
“So I get Princess whenever I want,” Yoongi chuckles arrogantly.
You nearly choke as Jungkook storms out, leaving Yoongi amused and you stunned.
“Kookie wait!” You call after him but the chains around you called Min Yoongi wouldn’t give.
“Yoongi that was mean,” you scold him lightly, which finally makes him let you go, only to turn you to face him.
He’s so pretty in the mornings, so carefree, it’s hard to hold on to your annoyance when he attacks you like this.
“He woke us up,” is his only reply, as if that justified everything.
“That doesn’t excuse you being mean,” you pout, leaping to the maknae’s defence. “This is the last time you convince me to sleep next to you.”
“Tough, you’re sleeping next to me tonight too,” he states confidently, completely disregarding your statement.
His behaviour was giving you multiple cases of whiplash, and it was too early in the morning for so many.
“Yoongi, that’s not fair.”
He sighs, the self-assured attitude melting away to reveal his vulnerability, the change makes you still. He has a soft look in his eyes as he gazes into yours, but there was an intense sentiment behind them that takes your breath away.
“Y/n, I thought I was going to lose you forever,” he admits quietly, the heaviness of his tone making your heart ache. “I still have nightmares Jagi, I still wake up believing we didn’t make it out.”
Your eyes tear up, you had those dreams too. Worse ones sometimes, your father dragging him to the guillotine with the others lined behind him while you scream, restrained by his guards. You shiver at the reminder of those horrible images.
“The only thing that convinces me we did is waking up to you in my arms,” he looks down at your fingers, playing with him softly to distract himself. He wasn’t one to wear his heart on his sleeve, but he’d let you see it.
“Yoongi talk to them,” you sigh, understanding his point, but you had six others to also think about, and you knew in the long term this would cause a rift. “They’ll understand…”
He kisses your hand softly, contemplating your point even if he looked like he was ignoring it.
“Not yet,” he hums, “I want to keep you to myself a little longer.”
The smirk he gives you makes you gulp, your skin starting to burn under the new dangerous glint in his eyes. You fight the pleasant shiver that travelled down your body, biting your lip to stop yourself smiling.
“The bed’s big enough for someone else to join us, you can’t keep hogging me,” you shake your head, laughing lightly at the way his gummy smile grew.
“Fine, on one condition,” he grins, leaning in, his eyes drawn to your lips before looking at you suggestively. “Admit you love me the most.”
Your jaw drops for the umpteenth time that day.
“Min Yoongi what’s gotten into you this morning?”
“I’m happy,” he breathes against your lips with a sincere smile.
The sight has your heart flying, unable to control your own bashful grin that he starts kissing. He kisses the corner of your mouth, your cheek, your jaw, loving the sound of you giggling at his ministrations, holding you closer.
“I fell in love with you the moment I met you Y/n,” he mumbles against your skin, his nose nudging your jaw with affection before his eyes meet yours. He’d tell you it a million times. “You’re the reason I’m free.”
His heartfelt confession made the words of love you wanted to return get stuck in your throat behind the rising emotion. You kiss him again instead, slowly, deeply, making sure he understood how you felt for him too.
“Am I interrupting?”
Yoongi groans when you pull away, turning to see Namjoon leaning on the doorway with a knowing smirk.
“Yes,” Yoongi grunts, trying to pull you back.
“Morning Joonie,” you greet him much to the Prince’s dismay. Well that was his morning ruined.
“Morning Princess,” Namjoon says softly, walking up to you both to kiss your forehead before sitting next to you, playing with your hair.
“Let me guess,” Yoongi huffed. “The maknae had some complaints.”
For a second he thinks Joon didn’t hear him, not with the way he was staring down at you fondly, dimple peeking out of his cheek. Yoongi rolls his eyes at the way you’re grinning back. All the reservation your head bodyguard, or ex bodyguard he supposed, had about his affection for you had disappeared the second you both confessed. It was as if the proverbial dam broke, and Namjoon’s show of love could no longer be controlled.
I think I preferred it when he denied his feelings, Yoongi thinks to himself but even he knows he doesn’t mean it.
“Hyung you’re upsetting the others,” Namjoon states, not taking his eyes off of you.
“Am I upsetting you?” Yoongi challenges, ready to call out any self serving agendas he might be hiding dressed as concern from the others.
“Is Jungkook okay?” you ask, feeling a pang of guilt for the youngest.
“He’s swimming it off little queen,” Namjoon reassures you, thumb trying to soothe the crease between your brows of worry. “He’ll be fine.”
“Are you both going to start arguing?” You could already feel the atmosphere changing even through the grin Namjoon was wearing.
“Yes.” “No.”
Well that answered that. Yoongi scowled at his younger friend, buttering you up and feeding you white lies, at least he was honest.
You sigh, it was definitely too early for this, and you didn’t want to hear it. You’ve been caught between their little spats before and never ended well. You jump out of bed, using the glares they were both giving each other to your advantage.
“Where are you going?“ they both ask simultaneously, Yoongi propping himself on his elbows to watch you leave.
“To see a friend.”
—
The knocking on the door can only be one person, one very stubborn runaway princess on a mission. There’s a sigh as the door is reluctantly opened, a sheepish grin from you that could only be described as trouble.
“You’re going to get me killed,” Nym says matter of factly, opening the door wide to let you through without complaint.
“I’m not going to get anyone killed,” you reply, already taking a seat though you technically hadn’t been invited to.
“They’re going to realise you’re over here more than you are over there,” they chuckle.
“Because we’re friends,” you pout. “And they know how thankful I am to have you.”
Dammit, you had a way with words, you could convince the stars to stop shining if you wanted it. The journey to the island was a long one, after the first flight on the private plane, there was a long car trip to a helicopter which brought you here. The island was owned by Namjoon and Yoongi under an alias not even you knew about.
“It would get lonely here if I didn’t visit you,” you admit, thinking about how alone you were in your old life and comparing it to now.
This place was an isolated drop of paradise floating in the calmest ocean, the only people living on it were doing so under their command or permission. Two out of a handful of the people lived in this house, Nym, the tech genius who kept the island safe, secure and under the radar for the guys, also your new best friend. And her husband, the getaway driver and pilot, Lee Minho.
“You have seven men ready to lay down their lives for you at your villa,” an eyebrow rises, calling you out completely. “I don’t think lonely is the term you’re looking for.”
“I know, and I love them,” you agree. “But there’s a lot of testosterone…”
Nym laughs, making you laugh too.
“Sure you’re not using me for my tech gifts?”
“Maybe a little,” you tease, not meaning it at all, before getting down to business. “Anything yet?”
“You’re right,” she sighs. “They have been watching her, but no one’s taken her in for questioning as far as I can see.”
You nod, taking the information in.
“And as for contacting her to let her know you’re okay…” Nym hesitate, “I’d hold off for now.”
“I know,” you let out a deep breath, thinking to yourself. “I wouldn’t implicate her, or risk them finding us. I just want Sana safe.”
Your head is hung low, if anything happens to your best friend because of your escapade you’d never forgive yourself. You knew she would be the first place they check, the one to keep an eye on, she must be worried sick… A hand squeezing your shoulder breaks you out of your thoughts, a reassuring smile from your saving grace. Nym could hack into anything, satellite feeds, security cameras, all without leaving a trace. Thank goodness she was working with you and not against you, which begged the question-
“So you haven’t actually told me how the guys recruited you,” you say before realising you might come off a bit rude with your prying. “Not that you have to tell me of course.”
The tech genius shrugs like it was no big deal.
“Yoongi’s uncle wanted to use my skills in the worst kind of way,” Nym admits before clarifying, “the world war kind of way, when I refused I became a fugitive, Namjoon and your prince got me out. A lot of us here are like that, we’re not loyal to a monarchy, just the ones who helped us escape.”
Your jaw drops, that was not what you were expecting at all. Well that was a bombshell.
“Yeah, the crown is corrupt in most places, I’m glad you don’t have to wear yours anymore.”
“Me too,” you agree wholeheartedly, you never wanted that weight on your head again.
—
The afternoon Sun had peaked in the sky when you walked back home, like an alarm blaring. Or maybe that was your guilty conscience making it feel so. The others had strictly laid down the law not to contact anyone from the outside world, and you weren’t stupid, you knew the implication if you did. But this tiny molehill you were hiding would be made into seven big mountains if they ever found out.
You’re so deep in your thoughts you don’t realise you’ve made it to the door, walking through it in a trance. The second you turn to the door to ensure it was closed, arms wrap around you from behind making you jump back to reality.
“You’re spending a lot of time over at their house,” Taehyung states in his signature deep timbre, not needing to elaborate. Soft kisses start at your temple working their way down your face.
“I really like going over there,” you giggle when his nose tickles your neck as he nuzzles himself as close to you as he can.
“I know,” you feel the pout of his lips on your skin. “I’m getting jealous.”
“Jealous?”
“It feels like you’re running away from us,” it’s the little huff that has you biting your lips to stop from laughing but you can’t hold it back.
“I’ve already tried to run away from you guys once,” you can’t help chuckling. “It didn’t go well, I won’t be doing it again.”
“Don’t joke about running away with someone else,” he grumbles, making you both walk to the sofa like huddled penguins, refusing to let you go. “It’s not fair, we’ve escaped to paradise and I see you less than when we were on duty in the castle.”
“Tae we’ve only been here a week,” you need to stop laughing at his behaviour before he got grumpy, but he was so cute like this. He falls back into the sofa, taking you with him with a yelp.
“I don’t care, I’m not letting you go for the rest of the day,” his head is buried again in your neck as if that would cement his statement, legs locking onto yours keeping them in place.
“Okay,” you agree to placate him but he seems to have more on his chest.
“Yoongi Hyung gets you enough,” he starts ranting, head falling back on the sofa as he complains. “I can’t sleep unless I’m hugging you and he doesn’t let me join.”
“You hold Jiminie and Kookie all the time,”
“It’s not the same!” He whines dramatically, starting to fake cry like a child. “Yoongi Hyung is so mean, and you love him more than us.”
He waits for you to correct him, hiding his insecurities through his pretend wailing.
“Taehyung, that’s not true and you know it,” you nudge your head with his, seeing right through his little act. Any other day you might’ve teased him, or pretended to contemplate it, but you knew that Yoongi’s attachment issues were going to cause just that, more issues.
“Prove it,” he doesn’t drop the childish tone. “Stay here with me all day.”
“I said I was going to, you big baby!”
You feel him laugh, his chest shaking with it as he pressed his lips together to stop it coming out.
“Can we nap?” You ask him yawning, “Jungkook woke us up at stupid oclock.”
“And Yoongi hyung kept you up late,” he grumbles, lying you both down.
You ignore the remark sheepishly, settling into his arms as his leg straddles your waist to keep you from leaving as if this were all a cruel ploy to escape him.
Good thing the villa had air conditioning.
—
“Taehyung we’re borrowing Princess for a second!”
Did no one want to let you sleep in peace? Jimin’s loud announcement ripped you from your slumber like a blaring alarm. You hear a grumble of disapproval from behind you, hands trying to keep you in place as Hoseok pulls you out of his hold.
Like a scene from a bad diamond heist, Jimin quickly puts a pillow in Taehyung’s arms, grinning in satisfaction when he settles again.
You on the other hand wobble on your feet before Hoseok steadies you, an amused smirk on his face when you grab onto him for support. You give them both a grumpy glare which they choose to ignore, dragging you down to their room. You’re half asleep when they push your shoulders, making you sit on the chair in the middle of the room a length away from the foot of the bed.
“Why do you both look like you’re about to interrogate me?” You ask the pair.
“Because we are,” Jungkook announces his arrival, closing the door as he grabs another chair and sits on it in front of you the wrong way round. The back of the seat faces you as the youngest straddles it, arms crossed at the top, his eyes boring into yours.
He’s about to speak but you’re all distracted by the door opening again.
“Ya did you seriously just slam the door in my face?” Jin’s ears have gone red with rage as he spits at the maknae who giggles like he has a death wish.
“You’re too slow Hyung!” he complains grinning mischievously, maybe he did it on purpose, but he wouldn’t admit it.
“Can we get back to the matter at hand please?” Jimin sighs seriously as he addresses the room.
“Which is what exactly?” You yawn, still not quite awake.
“Your betrayal,” Hoseok states bluntly, making your heart jolt out of your chest.
“M-my what?” You splutter out, how… how did they know? You try to keep the guilt and stupor off your face. Ignorance until proven guilty, that was the saying your father taught you growing up amidst his scandals.
“You told Yoongi Hyung you loved him first,” Jungkook pouts, an irritated scowl on his face from the memories of the morning.
“You said you fell in love with him the moment you met him,” Hoseok’s eyes narrow in distaste.
“We’ve managed to come to terms with it,” Jimin says before muttering to himself, “even if it is annoying.”
“So the question remains little Queen,” Jin stands behind Jungkook. “Who did you fall for next?”
Any sigh of relief you had been in the middle of was swallowed back down. Nope, no way, you were not getting into this. You almost want to be accused of the other thing.
“All of you,” you diplomatically reply, meaning it.
“Princess we’re not above torture if we need it,” Jimin warns, ready to tickle it out of you if neccessary. “Who?”
“This isn’t fair,” you whine before word vomiting your defence. “I didn’t even realise I was for ages and when I did I realised it about you all!”
“Yet you still figured out you loved Yoongi Hyung first,” Hoseok should have been a lawyer with the way he was ready to pick apart your argument.
“But I do love you all,” your puppy dog eyes and pout may have worked any other day, but not this day. Today they were determined to know and settle it once and for all. Min Yoongi was monopolising you and they needed weapons against it, something to wipe that smug smile off his stupid royal face.
“It’s Namjoon I’m telling you,” Hoseok sighs, all of them turning to each other suddenly ignoring you.
“Nope Namjoon was the harshest on her out of us all for ages,” Jin disagrees. “He was fighting his feelings.”
“I don’t know, Princess might like the mean type,” Jimin comments, contemplating the facts like their question was the hardest puzzle on the planet.
“Then it’s me,” Jungkook exclaims like he’s solved it. “I ignored Princess for months before giving in.”
“Because you were shy, idiot,” Jimin refutes him, rolling his eyes.
You use their distraction to your advantage, trying to sneak away but you must’ve forgotten who they were. They weren’t the world’s best bodyguards arbitrarily.
Jin grabs your arm, bringing you back to the chair with a thud.
“Little queen, you’re not leaving without giving us an answer,” Hoseok looms over you, his hands on each side of the chair, trapping you in place. You look up at him earnestly, how could they be insecure about your love for them?
“Look I didn’t realise I loved you all until that night I met my father,” you explain calmly like you were in police custody, being framed for a crime. “But gun to my head, I was falling for you all from the moment we met as we all got to know each other, there wasn’t a time when I loved someone more or less.”
“But you fell for Hyung first,” Jungkook grumbles through pouting lips, pulling Hobi away so he could attack you with them visually.
“I met him first,” you chuckle, “he came into my life like a dream when everything was dark and I was alone, and then he disappeared, but when he came back he brought you all with him.”
They all go quiet, like your words were confirmation that you loved the prince more than them. It shouldn’t make their hearts sink, not when they knew you loved them too, but a sad jealousy hit them, making all their demenours deflate. It felt as if you and Yoongi had something they could never share, it left them feeling on the edge of their own relationship, like you both were at the centre and they were on the outside looking in. They wanted you to love them just as much.
“You guys remember when Sana left,” you try to rouse them from their thoughts. “That morning after when you all panicked as I was crying,”
You laugh to yourself at the memory, remembering all the ways they were trying to get you to stop.
“I was crying because I loved you all and I was happy,” you explain hoping they would really hear what you were trying to say, “I was sad Sana left, but I was happy you were all with me.”
The looks they give you has your heart reaching for them, you knew where they were in themselves. You had been there, thinking they didn’t love you the way you loved them, that they all loved someone else, it was a feeling you would never forget.
“Just because I fell for someone first doesn’t take away how much I love the rest of you,” you tell them wholeheartedly, meaning every word.
“But Yoongi Hyung-“
“Yoongi and I relate to each other a little bit more,” you cut Jungkook off, “we wore our crowns reluctantly, there’s an understanding there I admit you all can’t empathise with, and I would never want you to, but that doesn’t mean I love him more.”
“But we want to understand too,” Jimin mumbles dejectedly, looking at the floor, the corners of his lips weighed down. “We want a special bond with you too.”
You let out a breath of laughter at his words, didn’t they see the bond you had with them, the way they all kept you alive when the crown threatened to bury you again and again.
“You all don’t realise it,” you say smiling but your eyes watered as you thought of every moment of love you had with them, all those times you were too blind to your own feelings. “But each of you have touched my life in your own way, I was so alone before you.”
Their eyes glisten like yours, but you don’t mind when your tears drop.
“You didn’t just save me,” you confess, your voice growing thicker, “you saved Yoongi too. How can I love you any less?”
—
Their figures go rigid at the scenes playing in front of them, the static on the screen doing nothing to hide the facts. Namjoon and Yoongi feel their chest seize for you as the words blare on the intercepted news channel.
Your father was dead, and with you missing, your cousin and Taeyeon were to take the throne. Nym watches the pair in concern, each of them could feel the pressure from the sudden tension, the air so thick it was suffocating. Your kingdom was on the cusp of ruin.
“Don’t tell her,” his solemn voice breaks the minute of silence.
Namjoon’s jaw drops in shock, that was usually his line, Min Yoongi was always the first one that suggested telling you everything.
“Hyung we can’t keep this from her,” Namjoon states dumbfoundedly, unable to believe what he was hearing.
“We can, and we will,” Yoongi replies sternly, no room for argument in his tone, but he forgot who he was talking to.
“Hyung that’s her father, he might be a piece of cr-“
“If we tell her she’s going to want to go back,” Yoongi snaps, advancing into Namjoon’s space heatedly, not willing to back down. “The second we step on to any national soil we all end up with a noose around our necks and she knows that, she’ll go alone.”
He looks at the Prince’s unhinged posture, stepping back to breathe and calm the situation down. Titles didn’t matter when they were both fugitives, in Yoongi’s country the head bodyguard would think twice before opposing him, but when he was under his command, he brought down his consequences like a tonne of bricks on whoever disobeyed him. Here they were evenly matched, stripped down to two men who only wanted the best for you, both as stubborn as each other.
“Hyung we have to tell her, plus she doesn’t have the means to go back even if she wanted to,” Namjoon tries to placate the Prince, knowing he wasn’t going to get through to him by matching his energy.
Yoongi laughs under his breath as if the cleverest amongst them said something stupid and it pisses him off. His jaw clenches hard as he holds himself back from unleashing his own fury at his friend for ridiculing him.
“Namjoon for as long as you’ve known Princess, when she wants something, has anyone been able to stop her?” He shakes his head.
“She’ll listen to us,” Namjoon pushes back, knowing you would, you always listened to him when it mattered. You trusted him with your life, more than the others, he knew that, it was never stated out loud, but with his whole heart he knew it. You always looked to him first, you might’ve fallen for the prince first but Namjoon was the one you sought implicitly above anyone else. In the game of chess, you were the Queen, he was the next powerful piece on the board, what people believed to be the King but actually the Rook. He protected you, he understood the politics better than anyone else did, even Min Yoongi. He could see the outcome to all the scenarios the situation called for, but one stood out amongst them all. If they kept this from you, you would never forgive them.
“She’ll find a way,” Yoongi continues, deep in his own thoughts. “Don’t say a word.”
The conversation makes the third forgotten person in the room uncomfortable… especially when glowing feline eyes turn towards them like prison lights about to catch an escapee.
“Don’t say a word,” he repeats himself warningly.
There isn’t a reply, just hesitation. This was morally wrong, there was no way-
“Nym, you can’t tell her.“
“But if her fathers dead, he can’t make her marry Wang anymore,” your new friend tries to come to your defence. “She can reclaim the throne-“
“She doesn’t want to rule!” Yoongi yells, startling them. “She’ll think she has to go back, to save her people from a psychopath who probably killed her father.”
“Hyung…” Namjoon places a hand on the prince’s shoulder, calming him. “That’s not our decision to make.”
There’s a silence that fills the room bringing with it a heavy weight on each of their shoulders.
“Taeyeon will kill her if she goes back,” Yoongi says quietly.
“With us beside her?” Namjoon tries to sound reassuring, but he can’t even convince himself.
“She’s tried before and we barely managed to keep her safe,” he strikes where it hurts, harshly throws the events that scarred them all in his friend’s face. “If we go with her Namjoon we’re all dead.”
You and Yoongi understood the rules and the corruption more than any of them did. Any dream of going back and returning to what used to be was buried the second they left. You were both defectors, both traitors of your countries, the public wouldn’t take to your return kindly.
“We can say we knew of a plot that would attack the royal family so we had to get the princess out, he died under suspicious circumstances,” Namjoon offers, gesturing to the screen still playing the events of your fathers death, trying to come up with options for every outcome. “That’s what this whole island is about hyung, we can prove that.”
“I’m not risking her safety,” Yoongi breathes menacingly, unwavering in his conviction. “Do you understand me?”
And Namjoon did, he completely did. He had been the one to utter that line too many times, it was unnerving to be on the receiving side.
Five years is a long time to hold a grudge, but YN has vowed that she will never forgive Kim Seokjin for what he did. But when he unexpectedly returns to her life, YN begins to realise that maybe not everything is as simple as it seems.
