“I will protect you from all around you. I will be here don’t you cry. For one so small, you seem so strong. My arms will hold you, keep you safe and warm… ‘Cause you’ll be in my heart. Yes, you’ll be in my heart. From this day on now and forever more. You’ll be in my heart no matter what they say, you’ll be here in my heart always.”
-Phill Collins
Summary: Your last owner had almost beaten you to death, leaving you at the very shelter he had adopted you from. This time, two tall men walk in, immediately drawn to you as you rested in your small cage. You couldn’t help but become attached, just hoping you wouldn’t be abandoned once again by the idols you grow to love.
Warnings: feelings of abandonment, major angst, fluff, polyamory love, mentions of violence, mentions of sexual assault, reference to rape, discrimination,
Everyone had heard of the Dirty7s, even distantly. Nobody could put names or faces to the members, but the name was enough to strike fear in the hearts of civilians, criminals, and law enforcement alike. They’re known to be methodical, impenetrable, and most of all, merciless. Nobody wants to cross any of them. Lest of all you - a college student stripping to pay her debts.
What happens when you fall into their web of deceit and lies?
What happens when you find you don’t want to escape, even when you know you should?
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Walking up the last day of your heat, your entire body ached. You crack open an eye and hear the carefree sounds of outsideand it all just felt hateful to you.
You wipe the dried tears from the side of your face and stretch out lazily on your bed, feeling the vertebrae in your spine crack and pop as you move.
As you stretch, your hand knocks into of of the overworked dildos that you had fallen asleep gripping with every fiber of strength you had in your body. Self-pity floods your system as you roll over into a fetal position and contemplate masturbating one last time before you start your day. You don’t feel the feral urge to orgasm around something thick and pulsing, but the tendrils of lust still lick at the base of your spine so you fall into your desires and let your wrist do the work.
The same images that carried you through the last three days flick before your eyes. Strong, tattooed hands working up and down your spine, gripping your hair at the root, twisting around your hair in an unyielding hold. Warmth blossoming along your neck as his mouth works against your flesh, teeth teasing lightly, as if he were letting you know how easy it would be to bite into you.
Another, smaller pair of hands wrap around your throat and force your hips up, bowing your spine in a lovely ‘c’ shape. Soft words whispered against the shells of your ears, puffs of hot breath make you shiver as waves from the vibrations pumping into your body force you to twitch and write and grind your ass into the sheets, half of you yearning for more and the other half drawing away from the overstimulation.
Pretty girl.
Good girl.
You can take it.
You want more?
Who do you belong to? You belong to me, right? Say it, Pretty.
Is it mine? Is it ours?
How about here? You want me here too? You’re so greedy, YN.
Spread your legs. More. More.
I’m gonna come in here, make you all sloppy and messy. You’d like that, right? How about Hyung? Can he come inside after me, too?
Don’t close your eyes, I want you to see how deep you can take us.
Open your mouth. Show me how much of a slut you are.
Wider, Pretty. I can’t fit. Do you need some help or something? Here, lift your chin, Pretty. Tongue out… Further. That’s good.
Take him deeper. Don’t choke. Breathe through it. You’re doing so good.
Are you gonna let him come in your throat?
Don’t cry. Or, maybe do. I kinda like it.
You don’t know how good you feel inside.
You’re so fucking sexy, I’m going crazy.
“Oh-Fuck,Jungkook- J-Jungkook. Ugh,” you groan, thrusting the vibrating dildo faster into your weeping hole, biting your pillow between your teeth. “Jimin- Oh my god…I want it. I w-want- Ah, ah! I’m c-c-cumming.”
You leak around the dildo, staining your sheets as a flood of liquid rushes out of your body, toes curling and your eyes crossing as you tremble and whine.
Heavily breathing, you toss the slick instrument off to the side and wipe your hand on the soiled sheets. You were going to do laundry later anyway. But, for now, you felt dizzy and thoroughly drained of energy, but you can’t sleep. You slept more than the average hibernating bear over the last three days. You don’t want to sleep any more than you already have.
You grab your phone from your bedside table to see if you had any more texts from Jimin, who had kept his promise to text you infrequently throughout your heat. He didn’t overbear you with a need for a response, but whenever you did reply, he always got back to you within an hour.
It felt nice.
Check your front door.
He had sent it twenty minutes ago.
It fills you with warmth, a happy little smile working its way onto your face.
The omega in you feels cared for, so happy that an alpha was providing for you during your heat. It wasn’t smart in the long-run - it often led to miscommunications between alpha-omega pairs who haven’t clarified their relationship. The omega gets the wrong impression and subconsciously begins to view the alpha as theirsand that isn’t good for anyone. It can lead to bond-rejection sickness and that could cause lasting emotional damage on either side, usually for the party that instigated the bond in the first place (i.e the omega). The last thing you wanted to do was presume anything about his behavior during your heat to be anything more than just him acting out of concern for the omega who had latched onto his pack-mate.
The thought makes you a little sad, but it was better than the embarrassing alternative.
You crack open the door and see the wrapped take-out on the floor, as it had been three times a day since you locked yourself up at home. You had made a passing comment about not feeling up to cooking for yourself, and an hour later, there was food at your door with a small note written in Jimin’s pretty scrawl. You expected sharper-looking handwriting to match his feisty personality, but his lettering was rounder, more personable, and there was even a small emoticon at the bottom. A smiling face.
A lapse in thought had you sticking the note onto your refrigerator after taking a deep, long sniff of his scent latched onto the card, as you did with each one that you found in the bags.
(You almost broke your fingers with how fast you ended up back in bed, hands in your underwear, rubbing at your bud, as his scent triggered a new wave of heat.)
(You could never say it aloud, though. That such a big-headed cocky alpha turned you into a throbbing mess in mere seconds.)
You weren’t sure where he got your address from, but when you confronted him about it in one of your rare bouts of lucidity, he said he had it from the employee files in the office.
While something tingled in the back of your mind, you ignore it, too exhausted, too drained from your heat to really pay it much mind. Instead, you mindlessly throw the food in the microwave, stomach growling as a hole opened in the bottom of your tummy as you realize just how ravenously hungry you are. After five minutes, you throw yourself onto the couch and flick on the TV, channel-searching for a little while before something catches your attention.
“Much of the research that has been done over the last 80 years into alpha-beta-omega hybrid dynamics have circled around the social and sexual behaviors of alpha-omega pairs. There has been significant scientific suggestion of a strong causal association between platonic ‘pack’ relationships amongst A/B/O persons and health and longevity. Some social scientists imply that alpha-centric collectives may be the new frontier for hybrid social relations.”
Instantly, you call to mind Jungkook and Jimin. They both have implied that their packs are bigger than just the two of them, and you never got any scent of Betas or Omegas - the thought of the last filling you with something dark and unhappy that you didn’t want to label.
“Historically, alphas have been said to have been the strongest, most powerful classification type, occupying the typical protector/provider title of the pack. They are the heads of the pack, the leaders and the ones who have most of the responsibility for the safety of their dependents. Betas, who make up the largest population group of the three classifications, are the gatherers of the pack. Omegas, who make up less than 4% of the general hybrid population, are the most emotionally dependent, the child-bearer/rearer and the leader of the domestic sphere.”
“Betas have no sensitivity to pheromones released by alphas and omegas, although there has been some suggestion that compulsion can be sensed by betas from alphas who have a very strong ‘compulsion’.”
“‘Compulsion’ is just as the word suggests. Alphas have an innate ability to force their ‘will’ upon weaker hybrids, especially ‘super-Alphas’ (a new term coined by lead hybrid dynamic social-scientist and Alpha, Dr Jennie Kim). Super-alphas are almost entirely apex-predators with an irresistible presence.”
Super-alphas. You almost laugh at the term. What could possibly separate a regular alpha from a ‘super-alpha’? You think back to the times where you were around Jungkook, the warm way he handled you, the softness in his eyes whenever he looks at you. Then, you think about Jimin, and that first interaction that you had with him - the pressure that weighed down on your shoulders, the way he swaggered around without a care in the world, the wave of nausea that crashed over your head.
You suppose that maybe there might be something there.
“As of the start of the year, there is said to be up to two hundred registered single-classification packs. Alpha who bond with Alphas. Betas who bond with Betas. Omegas who bond with only other Omegas. Although the dynamics are different to the traditional A/B/O pack collective, the feelings that are generated amongst the pack bonds are just as important and as influential. It has long been suggested that single-classification packs are unstable, however recent research implies that that assumption is baseless.”
“Yes, the sex dynamics are different. The pheromones that are released during ruts/heats respectively cannot be found naturally, so the creation of synthetic pheromone medication has become incredibly popular within the last two years.”
You shoot a glance at your bathroom where you had your untouched stock of synthetic cologne that you used to help you through your heat. It didn’t smell all the way real but it made the blistering heat in your head calm only slightly. There was a significant absence of a hot body on top of your own, weighing you down. There were no hands touching you as if they owned you. There were no lips at your ear, whispering filthy words to you as you crest and climax, helplessly.
So, in one way, it made heats a little easier, it made coming easier because your imagination could run a little wilder. But in another, it was unbearable. It made the experience entirely unsatisfying and left you with an empty feeling that lasted for days even after your heat had finished. Plus, you had read somewhere that there was a risk of becoming scent-blind if used counterfeit versions too heavily and that was enough to put you off it completely.
“Without the crutch of a dependent omega to pour their provident instincts into, and being surrounded by equally as self-reliant alphas, the innate desire to dominate would become too intense to control, leading to an extended feral episode.
This feral episode would only further be compounded by the presence of other alphas within the same pack. Emotionally close, due to their bonded nature, but too similar in classification to be able to depress the tension built over time, the other alphas within the pack could be exposed to the errant pheromones.”
You wonder, idly, if there had ever been conflict between Jungkook’s pack. The idea makes your heart ache.
“A multitude of issues surrounding concepts of tensions, in-fighting, feral episodes, rut/heat, hierarchal respect, instinct and sexual domination are very controversial aspects that lead to multi-faceted conversations. These potentially critical consequences have been used as justifications for the opposition to the establishment of omega-less packs across the country.”
“Seeing an alpha-alpha pair has become more normalized over time. Some social groups have protested and shown dissent towards alternative pack dynamics, labelling the deviation as unnatural, however social scientists simply ask for respect and tolerance for new orientations and platonic/romantic relationships amongst hybrid groups.”
The mini-documentary goes on to discuss the sex politics between alphas in graphic detail, enough to make your imagination spark up once more and you end up touching yourself one last time before the last of your heat leaves you. Honestly, the urges weren’t strong enough to justify it, but the continued mentioning of knots and rut and slick and dominating kept bringing Jungkook’s face to mind.
You wondered how big his knot might be. If it was thick. If it would leave you unable to move even an inch. The smell of him lasting on your for days. The feeling of his teeth piercing your neck to mark you as his own. Being unable to shift without his permission. To have his heavy weight on your back and holding you in place as he had his way with you.
It was irresistible.
The day finishes without much else happening and you finally get to leave to go back to work at the library the following day. You aren’t allowed at the club for another two days because your scent was tinged with heat-sweetness and might be enticing enough to trigger some of your creepier clientele or even provoke an early heat amongst staff.
You find yourself welcomed back with a loving hug and a small baggie of chocolate eclairs that your boss’ partner had made too much of over your week away.
Because you might have been a little weak, your boss let you spend your shift just relocating the appropriate books in the new children’s library - your pet project - and decorate the small area with any materials the library had in the back offices, also known as the tombs.
You were in the middle of hand-stitching some coral reefs made up of colorful felt material when your phone pings.
You aren’t at home?
Confused, you push your curls out of your face, having taken down your braids the last few hours of your quarantined heat at home. I’m at work.
Your phone pings a series of times, the sound relentless and drawing a frustrated sound out of your throat.
Are you crazy?
You’re in heat!
Go home.
You reply, a fluttering of something in your tummy at his apparent concern, I’m in the middle of something. Stop distracting me.
Jimin retorts, and even though there aren’t any caps lock letters, you feel like he’s angry, You shouldn’t be at the club.
Go the fuck home before I call Rocky and kick his fucking ass.
You respond, rolling your eyes at his attitude, I’m not at the club. I’m at the library.
A pause, as if he were catching himself, before he answers, Oh, I forgot you were a nerd’s walking wet-dream.
It wasn’t an apology. You feel like those are a dime-a-dozen to get out of the tabby-hybrid.
Then, another question: What time do you finish?
Your expression dims, instantly. No.
You can almost see the huff on his face. I didn’t even get to ask.
With a scoff, you retort, I don’t want to hear it.
Then, you continue, feeling the need to explain yourself somewhat, You helped me during my heat. Thank you for that. But we don’t need to keep texting.
He enquires, Why?
You counter, as if it’s the only answer in the world that makes sense: You’re my boss.
Technically I’m your boss’ boss’ boss.
With a scowl, you question, Do you ever… stop?
Never. Just ask my husband.
You aren’t even surprised by his lecherous response at this point. I don’t even know why we’re still talking.
You balance your phone on the top of a pile of Disney storybooks, peeking a glance every few minutes, annoyed at how eager you were for his response, which comes in quickly. Come on, Pretty. Let me drive you home. Jungkook won’t stop whining. And I haven’t seen your face in a while.
You take this opportunity to gloat a little, not really flirting as much as you were teasing. So, what? You miss me or something?
He acknowledges, simply: Or something.
You state, firmly, You can’t pick me up. I shouldn’t be around alphas.
Jimin recounts, simply, I’m bonded.
I’m not.
Jimin’s smirk flashes in your mind’s eye as you receive his answering message, You think you might fall for me, Pretty?
Go to hell.
Jimin answers,Ouch.
Then, some moments later, your phone pings. Fine. Take a cab home instead of the subway.
How do you know I take the subway?
Jimin asks, adding a sarcastic emoticon on the end, You have a car that I didn’t see?
Touche.
Your phone pings one last time, but it wasn’t a text message. instead, it was a deposit into your mobile payment app with a short message attached.
Take the fucking cab, YN.
You don’t reply, but you can’t stop yourself from grinning, brightly. There was no legal way to explain how Jimin has your information, but something is telling you that there were things that this man, that the men he was connected with, could do that would take your breath away.
Now, you were still trying to decide whether or not that was a good thing.
Warnings: depressing themes; thrilling themes; mentions of blood/injuries; mentions of death; FLUFF SO MUCH FLUFF
Summary:Curious as to how your village came to be and having a thirst for knowledge, you venture into the Forgotten Forest in hopes of discovering the truth of your roots. But it seems you have bitten off more than you can chew.
WC:3k
Note: Finally, FINALLY, you get to meet Namjoon. Figured after all the excitement we could use a fluffy chapter. So much fluff, protective Joon is here yessirrr and as always please enjoy and let me know what you think.
Here soon there will be a poll made where I’ll take a vote on who’s story should be written next! Itbetween a few candidates(:
You were drowning in a sea of darkness. Every breath felt like a struggle, as if tons of stone were pressing against your chest. You could feel your heart weakly beating, slowly straining against the weight that was pulling you down into nothingness. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t open your eyes, no matter how hard you tried. You were paralyzed in this dark and lonely void with nothing but your thoughts and your sore body. There were no memories of how you got so beat up, how you felt like you were bathing in ice, and why you were so exhausted. There were no memories, no recollection.
Just you, in pain, being pulled down.
But it seemed the gods pitied you. They gave you brief moments of solace. Where the pain disappeared for a minute or so. Where you could grasp on to a small piece of hope that you weren’t entirely alone.
These moments, fragments of seconds, where you found yourself escaping the void. The darkness would cease to exist and you’d find yourself elsewhere, with new feelings and emotions. Ones you couldn’t quite decipher. It was always when you felt yourself sinking further into the darkness, always when something went wrong. A small price to pay for a moment of painlessness.
The first moment was when you could feel your blood pressure rise suddenly, your heart pounding irregularly in your ears, something warm trickled down your nose with the smell of iron accompanying it…
Snow covered mountains flew by your vision as the ice winds slapped against your face. You felt yourself rushing forward with a need. You could feel the need to move faster rush through your veins, adrenaline spiking out of control. Your arms held something smaller, something still…
The second moment was when your lungs felt like they were burning, you were gasping for air but each intake felt like a small flame. No matter how much you gasped there never seemed to be enough air to breathe…
The sky was pitch black, moon high above illuminating the area. A dark wooden sliding door quickly came to view, you kicked it open without a second thought. Storming through the dark area, you knew where you needed to go. Arms pulling something cold closer to your chest as you stormed deeper into the place.
And the final moment was when your heart stopped…
Vision blurred as colors danced around, you dropped to your knees, you could feel the angry scream ripping out of your lips. You could feel the burn in your throat from the strain of your vocal chords. But the world around you sounded muffled. Your arms shook as you curled in on yourself.
Then you were back once more. Sinking faster into a sea of black, wondering when it will end. How it will all end… you could feel sorrow creep inside you as you realized how you didn’t want it to end. You wanted to open your eyes and break free from the dark prison. There was something out there that you wanted. No… There was someone out there that you needed. You couldn’t give up, you needed…
A shimmer of green caught your eye from above. Right at arms length.
It was a glowing rope; a beautiful shade of green illuminating the darkness around you. It was looks strong and the warmth radiated from it tickled your cheeks in a beautiful way. Every eternal instinct inside screaming to grab onto it, as though your life depended on it. Without hesitation your hand shot out. The rope felt smooth as you entangled your fingers through it, feeling a steady pulse thrumming inside. Every beat pulsing through the rope and through you.
You clung to it, not wanting to fall anymore, not wanting to let go and be swallowed by the darkness that surrounded you. Your tangled fingers refusing to let go as your arms shook under your weight. You pressed your head against the glowing mystery, shaking as you refused to drop anymore. The pulse was beating stronger now and you allowed it to radiate through you as well. Despite the pain that your body was in, despite the ache of your lungs and your heart that has decided to give up you felt something deep inside you scream one phrase:
I’m still here.
I’m still here.
I’m still here.
I’M STILL HERE-
Then there was light. It was a warm light.
You still felt tired but were no longer falling into a void, and there was something soft laying on you. Something that was a little heavy but not too heavy that it was hard to breathe, unlike how it was moments before. And there was a scent in the air that was soft and inviting. It had a soft earthy tone, the smell helping you feel grounded. It made you feel calm and at ease. That is until your memories came flooding back in like a tidal wave. Memories of a snowy mountain, of two creatures, a large Dragon, and you were falling…
Your heart stopped. It had ceased to beat.
In a panic your eyes flew open and felt your body stiffen at the sight before you. Gold eyes that were framed with long black fur stared back at you. Stared into your soul. You didn’t dare move, mind still foggy, worried what it would do when you felt a gentle vibration.
Apurr.
Salem.
You let out a long breath as the cat laid on your chest, watching with a relaxed aura about him. Shakily you lifted up an arm and gently gave the small feline pets, the silky fur and soft purring helping ease your anxious mind. But then you had to wonder- where were you and how did Salem get to you…
“Salem sure has his favorites.”
You jumped a little, Salem letting out a huff of annoyance as he shot the speaker a glare that held no bite. Sitting right next to you was Soojin, dressed in a long black dress with gold accessories that matched her gold eyes. She smiled at you, hand reaching for the one not occupied with Salem.
“Y/n, it’s so good to see you’re finally awake.” She whispered, thumb rubbing soothing circles on your skin. “We were so worried.” Her eyes matched the concern in her voice, gold iris’ boring into yours.
While you had so many questions running around in your head, there was only one that was at the forefront of your mind. Only one that mattered the most to you the most:
“Where’s Namjoon?”
Your voice was hoarse and sounded god awful. Your throat was still swollen and made even swallowing difficult. Every breath you took through your lips, which were somehow bruised and just as swollen, was held a painful bite.
You didn’t miss the way Soojin’s eyes lit up, a small smile gracing her lips. “Your Dragon is well, thanks to you. You saved his life.” Her voice was still soft as if she were speaking to a scared little kitten. “He has been restored back to full health, well, physically he’s all and well. He was worried about you too.”
You were going to ask where he was, your heart sinking at the thought of losing him and never being able to see the Dragon again when foots interrupted the two of you. It made you look around for the first time, realizing that you were in an unknown room that was quite large. The bed was low to the ground, but extremely soft, decorated in sheets of muted colors that were earth tones. Behind Soojin was a wall that was opened to reveal a snowy landscape that was breathtaking. And yet the room was perfectly warm and cozy.
On the other side was a sliding door that was left cracked open, you could make out two silhouettes. They were speaking in hushed tones, until one tried to side step the other, resulting in a deep growl and a raise of tone of the first figure.
A pat on your arm had you snapping your head to see Soojin shaking hers. “I swear, no one listens to me around here. Y/n, dear, give me a second.” She wasted no time in walking towards the sliding door opening it up just enough for you to see past her and into the darker hallway. Your eyes followed and watched as the light illuminated just enough to make out two men.
The one closer to the door was taller than the other male, his hair as brown as the earth and that looked soft, his skin having a soft golden hue to it. You could only see the back of his head, eyes wandering to see the muscles straining against the silk shirt, a color of emerald green. You should have felt shame eyeing the male up and down but you couldn’t tear your eyes away.
Soojin was hissing at the two and you found yourself unable to look away as the first male grumbled something back, still staring the second male down. You sat up, wincing, feeling the need to get up and make yourself known. The pain was pushed to the back of your mind, eyes still watching the trio with curiosity as well as something else. A pull tugging you forward and towards them. Or rather him.
Salem was gently pushed further down the bed, the black cat letting out a whine, clearly displeased at the new seating arrangement. It was hard to pull yourself up to a sitting position but you were determined to get your body moving. You watched as Soojin tried to shoo the two away with her hands and you almost whined as the first male began to leave. His back slowly moving away from the door had you trying to jump up after him, swinging one leg down to the floor-
“Ah-!”
“Mow.”
A soft whimper came from you along with a grumbled response from the cat, who glared at you from ruining his warm spot and lovely head pats. Your legs had given out the moment you applied the minimum amount of weight to them. The floor was warm, thankfully, but not soft in the slightest. You winced, allowing yourself to lay there pitifully with eyes closed and the urge to move forward trying to push you up. Your arms shook as you tried pull yourself up, having no strength left you welcomed the faceplant on the floor-
But hands caught you.
They carefully gripped your upper arms and slowly helped you into a sitting position. You were treated as though you were made of glass; one wrong move and you’d break. The hands were large, warm, and you could feel callouses decorating that skin. Your eyes followed the hands, seeing strong and thick arms, linked to a broad chest, finally up to a face that held your undivided attention.
Mere inches away was a handsome young man, with hair the color of coffee that fell into disheveled pieces and a face that was soft, kind. Full lips were smiling gently at you, dimples appearing and making your heart flutter. And the eyes, hooded and almost intimidating, the color of emeralds.
Eyes you have come to know all too well.
His hands reached up your shoulders and laid gently at the base of your neck, thumbs rubbing small circles on your cheeks with a carefulness you’ve never experienced. His eyes scanned your body and face, looking for signs of injury while you sat frozen to the spot.
The world around the two of you ceased to exist. You were drawn to him like a moth to a flame as your mind connected the dots. This was no stranger. You knew him. Your finger slowly lifted, almost as though you were in a trance, and carefully dragged it from his forehead to the tip of his nose. The same way you had pet your Dragon, as light as a feather. His eyes fluttered, his head tilting closer to you. His lips parted as he was about to speak-
“Oh praise the Kitsune, my little Kelpie is alive!”
The voice shattered your bubble, a voice you recognized from what felt like a lifetime ago. Your froze, cheeks heating up at the realization of your actions all while the young man before you tensed up, a low growl forming in chest. A growl that made you freeze up at the sheer viciousness behind it. You quickly pulled your finger back, hands in your lap as your head ducked down.
“Felix,” Soojin sounded like a whip, gold eyes narrowing at the blonde Fae from where he stood in the doorway. “Get out. Now.” Her tone made the man’s growl before you sound like a puppy’s bark. You flinched at her tone, not wanting to be behind the receiving end of it.
Her words were unheard as the Fae all but threw himself on you, wrapping you tightly in his arms. You nearly fell back, the hands that had secured you were gone and replaced by the Fae’s weight which you couldn’t hold. Arms pinned to your side you winced as his voice was right in your ear. "You’re safe, you’re alive- oof!”
Your head was spinning as you watched the Fae being dragged by the ear out of the room, Soojin seething and hissing at him. She was fast to grab him and get him untangled from you. She threw an apologetic look your way and closed the door shut, Salem following his Sorceress. Her voice was now rising elsewhere before disappearing altogether. Leaving you in complete silence. Leaving you alone with him. Speaking of…
His eyes were trained on the door, his face scowling at the paper. His hands were at his side, forming tight fists. The growl had grown increasingly so and there was a part of you that wanted to flee. Call it your basic instincts coming into play; hearing a growl and wanting to retreat. You felt frozen to your spot, eyes watching him, almost waiting for him to snap at you like a predator-
Green eyes clashed with your eyes and the growling stopped immediately. His hand quickly took your own, fingers threading your hands together. His eyes were pleading as he said. “Never you. I’d never do that to you.”
His voice was deep and soothing. It seemed to erase all your worries away and make you feel safe and sound. The instinct to flee was quickly replaced with a sense of security. You could only slowly nod your head, refusing to look away. As if he’d disappear forever in the blink of an eye. But you weren’t the only one. His eyes wouldn’t leave your face, drinking you in with an emotion that you couldn’t describe.
“Y/n…” His voice was in awe, a whisper. A smile reappeared on his face, dimples on full display. “My Human.”
A pleasurable shiver went down your spine hearing your name roll off his tongue. You smiled softly back at him. “Namjoon, my Dragon.” You’d be a liar to say your face didn’t flush along with his. But you maintained eye contact as a soft smile grew on your face. “Nice to officially meet you.”
Your voice was hoarse still, barely above a whisper, and sounded terrible. It honestly ruined the mood, especially compared to his voice that sounded smooth and sweet. Namjoon froze, eyes widening as he quickly stood up. You frowned for a moment, wondering what he was up to when you were suddenly scooped up in his arms with ease. The arms felt familiar around you, a memory bubbling at the surface of your brain but left just as quickly when you were tucked back in.
Namjoon was quick at securing the blankets around you, eyebrows knit together in concentration as he muttered under his breath. He ran a hand through his hair as he looked towards the door. His body froze, debating something before turning back to you. “I’ll be right back-”
“No, please stay.” You grabbed his hand, voice pleading and weak as you looked up at him. The thought of him leaving the room made your stomach drop as a feeling of sadness washed over you. You couldn’t explain why but you needed Namjoon there. You wanted to chalk it up to anxiety over his well being; the last time you saw him he was weak and barely holding on.
“You need water, food, rest-” He began to ramble off a list of things, but stopped when you squeezed his hand. It was weak and he could hardly feel your fingers gripping his, your hand still on the cool side.
And that cemented it.
No more words were needed as you gave him a small tug. Namjoon crawled over you, mindful of not accidentally hurting you. He laid on top of the thick blankets, one arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer, coaxing your head to lay on his chest where his heart was beating steadily. You embraced his warmth, eyes fluttering as you curled into his side, one hand reaching up to grip his shirt gently. Placing his hand over yours, his face dipped down to press his head to yours.
“Sleep my little Seeker. I’ll be here.”
So many parts of you were feeling mixed emotions and wanting different things. On one hand, you wanted to ask so many questions; what happened to Siyeon, where you were and how long has it been, and why was Felix and Soojin with you? Your brain wanted the answers right then and there as worries tried to plague your mind. Then there was another part of you that wanted to pry yourself out of Namjoon’s side; that he was still a stranger, that you shouldn’t be this open and touching to a man you’ve truly just met.
But those thoughts were drowned out by something you can’t describe. You trusted Namjoon entirely, he made you feel safe and secure. The answers could wait and the negative thoughts could burn for all you cared. You were both safe and alive and in that moment that was all that mattered to you.
You pressed yourself closer to his side, eyes fluttering closed as strong hands rubbed up and down your spine soothingly. His hand kept yours secure, thumb rubbing small circles on the back of your hand. His head was kept ducked down, cheek resting against the top of your hair, his heart beat music to your ears as you gradually fell into a deep and peaceful sleep. Your Dragon keeping you safe and warm.
Sneak peek: ‘Baby I’m preying on you tonight’ chapter two
Sorry it’s been awhile since the first chapter came out. Life has really been weighing on me lately but I’m little, hopefully I can get this next chapter out and also get 'fidp’ s second chapter out too in case I accidentally hiatus again.
I haven’t tagged anyone cause I wasn’t sure if people would want to be tagged in just a sneak peek.
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The sun is bright as it shines in through the gaps where the curtains meet. Jin lays under the covers creating a little bump in the bed, all cuddled up and cozy. That is until a soft sob breaks the silence in the room, followed by a whimpering. Jin frowns groggily, his eyes scrunching up as he buries deeper in the soft fabric trying to sink back into his blissful slumber. For a moment he succeeds until another pitiful hiccupping sob breaks the silence.
With a disgruntled groan Jin turns and sit up in bed, his eyes still scrunched up in annoyance. He yawns, stretching an arm in the air as the other comes up to rub his face aimlessly. There’s a quite gasp in the room which draws Jin’s attention, dropping his arms he blinks repeatedly trying to clear his blurry vision. Beside the bed, huddled up on the floor, pressed up against the wardrobe doors is a huddled humanoid shape. Wide (E/C) eyes stare at him from where their hands have pulled a light blue fleece blanket against the bareskin of their torso.
Jin is perplexed by the situation he’s awoken to that is until his eyes are drawn further up by a quick movement. Nestled in the girl’s (H/L)(H/C) hair are two long white familiar bunny ears which twitch with each noise the house makes while settling. He goes slack jawed at the sight of the girl all curled up and shaking. Shaking away his shock he carefully removes the blanket, offering the rabbit girl a warm and hopefully inviting smile as he holds a hand out to her.
“Hey there bun” He speaks gently. It seems impossible but the poor thing’s eyes widen even further, scrambling back bumping into the wardrobe behind her, a hand still clutching the blanket to her as she stumbles on her hand and knees around to hide at the bottom of the bed.
Jin let’s out a small sigh. He knew helping the bun was gonna be tough when he first met her, but he had honestly thought she was starting to get used to him atleast. They are both prey after all.
“I’m not going to harm you bun” He’s slow in his movements as he shuffles down the bed towards the bottom. He’d rather not repeat spooking the girl. Reaching the bottom he peers over the edge, face falling further as he spots a ball of white fur sticking out from an otherwise deflated sheet on the floor.
He huffs being careful as he removes the blanket from on top of the bun, her ears straightening up immediately. Turning around to look up at the stag on the bed it squeaks and for a moment Jin is worried he’s lost all of her trust. But light smell of iron reaching his nose has him gently picking the bunny up to look her over and just like that he’s calm again.
“You need to be careful bun, those injuries need. I’m going to have to re-apply new bandages and a splint to your leg.” The white rabbit settles in his arms, confusing him further. What was all the panic about earlier if she still felt comfortable in his arms? “I think you need a bath before that though” he says fiddling with some of the mud that has dried into her fur overnight. “And I need a shower before breakfast. Come on” with a soft smile back on his face he stands up, hoisting the rabbit hybrid a little higher so she can hook her paws over his shoulder.
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When your whole world revolves around one boy, but destiny sets you with a unexpectedly expected man.
♡Pairing:Yoongi × reader ft. Jimin
♡Genre:brother’s friend, only old crush, heartbreak, college oc au.
♡Summary:you’re over him, a new world sets in front of you. But the heartbreak you both got at the same time is not what you have had thought of. It must be the destiny to set you with your only old crush Yoongi. But still you ain’t prepared for the third heartbreak in a row, what if he breaks your heart again?
♡Warnings:fluff, smut, angst, heartbreak, like flooded with tears, oc is so sweet, confusion, misunderstanding, crush , breakup, traitor, betrayal, brother’s bestfriend, roommate, college oc, angst shower smut, smokey, dirty talk, seokjin is oc’s brother, he’s a dick, yoongi is a Heartbreaker, jimin is also a dick, expectations ruined, one-shot.
Tags:Angst, hurt/comfort, low-self esteem, themes of abandonment, betrayal, anger, anxiety, panic-attacks, brief implied suicidal thoughts (Tae) but it’s heavily implied, not the slowest of burns but it’s as slow as im willing to make it.
W/c:7.0k
A/n: It’s a little early but I hope you like it! alot of angst but the ending is worth it I promise! you guys finally meet the m/c! the next few chapters will show how yoongi and the m/c met and all that shit. PLEASE READ THE PROLOGUE BEFORE YOU READ THIS PART.
When he’d left to visit his familial pack (the pack he’d been born into) It was a sudden trip. One-day; Yoongi had given himself one extra day at home, the last day he’d get to love them before he’d left. It was all his anxiety would allow.
To his packmates it had felt a little like Yoongi was just distracted. Often they’d turn to ask him and found him anxiously looking down on his phone. In the morning he’d had to get on the first train and no one had thought anything of it- of course they were okay with him going. Of course Yoongi had to go for his family.
He’d left a heavily scented shirt for Jungkook to hold onto to make sure his seizures didn’t get too bad while he was gone. But the omega had his whole closet too and he wasn’t even going to be gone that long, right? his hovering and worrying was a little too much, right?
The best lies are one part lie and two parts truth. Yes, Yoongi’s grandfather was dying and telling them that didn’t feel like a lie. But on the other hand saying “I’ll be back in 2 weeks, maybe 3 at the most” tasted like acid on his tongue.
It’s not a lie when Yoongi looks at Jin and pouts, because even if he wants to cry as he drinks in his omega getting ready for work thinking it could be the last time he sees it, he can’t. Tears aren’t expected of him and It would give it all away.
“I’m gonna miss you.” Jin kisses the frown off of his lips.
Tags: Consumption of alcohol, drunk kisses, Jimin but gets handsy with the m/c, sexual touching, flirting, drunk sexual content, posessive behavior, yandere! Jimin, Don’t like don’t read, Jimin also has like- one sip of alchohol while he is the designated driver, but they are at the bar for 3+ hours
W/c:9.4k
A/n: Although i don’t think that what happens in the chapter is in any way un consensual- it definitely toes a line in what is considered modern consent theory. I don’t subscribe to the notion that one sip of alcohol takes away a persons agency- and the m/c is still very much verbally consenting to Jimin even though she has had a drink-and he hasn’t and Jimin is scent high so! She’s tipsy at best through the entirety of the chapter.
The Poem that is spoken before Tae’s poem is a snippet from Jasmine man’s poem ‘black girl, call home’ you should all follow her on twitter here! thank you to whatever anon recommended me her work!
The sun sets on your drive over, turning the rearview mirror every shade of yellow and red. The lights of the city twinkle in the distance and turn the sky a burning orange on the horizon. Jimin uses his horn liberally as he struggles to park but in the meantime, you transfer your few cards to the new wallet and put the wallet inside the bunny bag. Giving it a happy squeeze when everything is finally all in it’s place.
A group of people smokes outside the bar and If the smell draws Jimin at all he doesn’t show it, holding the door open for you and Tae. the interior of the bar is already crowded by the time you get in. You think you’re doomed to the standing room by the bar but then you see it: right by the door, a booth with one side to the windows
I’m leaving my thoughts on both chapter 32 and 33 here
(How terribly naive of your pack, to think that fate would spare you all its tricks). GHAD IM SCARED
Ooooooh that little hobi/mc crumb with his reaction to the dress made me go soft for them little crumbs like this already make my heart soaar. m/c and hobi’s development is prolly one of my fave parts of the story and little moments like that just makes the slow burn just burn a little warmer
WHEN MC TRIED THE DRESS ON IN FRONT OF THEM AND THEM JUST ADORING HER MADE ME SO SOFT
“Maybe she only knows how best to pull off the ruse because it fits her soul so poorly, every inch of it intentional.” THIS LINE IS JUST SO CLEVER TO ME I JUST SKNALSNFLEJD YOU WORDED IT SO WELL IT HURTS
THE FLIRTING AND THE TEASING PLLLSSS IT JUST MADE ME WANT TO TRY IT OUT ON SOMEONE AND MAKE THEM FLUSTERED AS HELL OR MAKE THEM WANT TO SPANK ME DAMNIT
TAE’S POEM! THE KISS! JUST AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NO WORDS CAN EXPRESS HOW FOKEN BEAUTIFUL THAT MOMENT WAS PLEASE IM CRYING
AND THAT CLIFF HANGER! I felt something coming up AND NOW THAT ITS HERE IM LIKE “WAIT GO BAACK! TAKE ME BACK TO THE PACK FLUFF AGAIN I AIN’T READY ” HYEJIN I THOUGHT U WAS A REAL ONE DEMNIT and the fact that Jimin ain’t aware who tf he’s glaring daggers into MEANWHILE MOONBYUL KNOWS EXACTLY WHO HE IS HOMYLAWD
And Jinnie hooooolaaaaaaawwd i feeaaaaaar the next update
There’s so much more i want to say and sheet but the beest way i could express it would just be screaming and crying but really this chapter was *chef’s kiss* ✨
@geekynicki ahhhhhh i’m so sorry it took me so long to respond! i think in all of the excitement of the comeback this got lost in the shuffle.
ahhhhh i love the hobi parts too~ i can’t wait to give their part of the story some attention in future chapters too, it feels like it’s been a second since we touched on it but!!! soon i promise!!!
Ahhhhhh i know- it’s felt so horrible to write Tae presenting as a man because like thats not her~ thats not the happy tae tae mommy that we know!!! honestly it was one of the hardest parts of this chapter to write!
you me m/c - wanting to make jiminie flustered enough that he takes her over his lap and punishes her I SWEAR i cannot wait to write chapter 35 just cuz, jinnie spanking, just the jinnie spanking. i swear its all i can think about ughhhhhhhhhh, im an impatient bean~
as for the future well,,,, i’m in the middle of writing the next update and honestly, it feels like one of those videos where everything just /almost/ goes wrong- but don’t worry, the actual falling apart doesn’t happen until the very end! we’ve got alot more fluff to get through!
thank you so much for your lovely review of the story <3 i love reading everyones takes on it and i go back even like- months after and read it sometimes too~ it always helps me get motivation to write more!
