A/n: Wow, a once in awhile post? Maybe I’ll continue, it depends if I get inspired to write again!! Anyway enjoy!!!
Summary: Be careful who you love and be careful of others feelings, because in this world each heartbreak chips away at your emotions until you feel empty. (In other words, another AU similar to Hanahaki but not)
Prologue
The (h/c) haired man looked blankly outside the window, feeling numb and empty. There was no joy or sadness watching the birds fly in the beautiful sky as sunset, that he used to love so much, turned to night. There was nothing, and he wished he could hate it. But he couldn’t, right now he was just an emotionless doll waiting for a doctor to fix him and the man only wished he listened to his mom when she said to be careful. He laid down and closed his eyes to remember what brought him to the cold white room of a hospital.
The world was both lovely and cruel as humanity evolved where feelings and empathy mattered more than anything. People were more considerate on who they truly loved as they learned that each heartbreak will take away emotions from the person who has been hurt. Luckily, it wasn’t something small like unrequited crushes or small fights with a friend/lover or something unavoidable like death taking away a loved one. No, when someone you love and hold dear betrays you or crushes your heart and trust is when your heart is chipped, the more important they are in your life, the bigger the chip. Of course, the world has found a way around a feeling empty forever. If it’s a couple of chips then simple therapy and medicine will help heal you with time but for more severe cases and those who are completely empty, there is a procedure performed where doctors will piece and fix the broken heart but at the cost of the memories of those who broke it. May it be parents, lovers, best friends, anyone who hurt the person will be forgotten.
(Y/n) learned to be careful from his mother as his father left them when he turned 5 and saw his mom become less caring, not completely but her love became less apparent. While his father was never there enough for (Y/n)’s heart to chip, his mother suffered greatly, she got better after a few years but she had told him to make sure that the person he chose to love was true and to never hurt them like his father did to her.
He knew to be careful who he gave his heart to but then in college he met someone who made his heart beat fast, Kim Seokjin, an acting major who was slightly older than the other. They hit it off when they were paired up for a scene in an acting class, and were often teasing each other and trying to get the other to break character in class. On one of their practice days, Seokjin took the other back to his dorm to practice where he met his 6 bandmates. The 6 were enamoured by the scene they performed and cheered for their hyungs. After that, the (h/c) male often visited the dorms to hang out and cheer on his new friends as they trained and debuted.
(Y/n) found that hangouts were either loud and exciting as a whole or small group or a quiet one on one with a member. Of course, the male was never with one member for too long as another would join soon after, pouting (mostly the maknae line) and wanting attention. This escalated to a day where they all fought for (Y/n)’s attention and while the other found it flattering, it got tiring dealing with the same squabbling and confronted them about it. It led to the band looking away and turning red from embarrassment as they sputtered excuses. (Y/n) expressed his concerns of him not wanting to ruin their band if they’re going to fight because of him and he’s willing to leave them alone if he’s causing them too much trouble. They quickly went to him and tackled him to the ground in a group hug, yelling not to leave and saying it’s because they all were trying to court him and see who he would choose.
It was (Y/n)’s turn to flush red and let out a small “oh”. He then started to laugh, much to the others confusion and hurt. (Y/n) apologized and quickly explained that he didn’t realize that they were actually flirting with them and felt stupid(to which all of them denied and said he’s amazing). He admitted to having crushes on all of them but didn’t want to choose and hoped they would rather be friends rather than someone getting hurt if he chose only one. They all cooed at his sweetness and shared a look and nodded.
They said they’re willing to share if the other will have all of them and (Y/n)’s eyes widened as he asked if they were sure. The boys answered him with kisses making him laugh and kiss them back with the same enthusiasm. They were the happiest men in the world. This was it, this was love, it was all theirs to cherish and to hold.
⤑ Paring: Jungkook x reader (with a little bit Namjoon x reader and Taehyung x reader)
⤑ Genre: wolf!au, soulmate!au, collage!au
⤑ Summary: y/n has been feeling a certain darkness ever since she got her period. Something was calling her and one day that ‘light’ came into vision. You’d never thought however, that it would be a werewolf.
⤑ Rating: 18+
⤑ Warnings: mentions of rape, depression, smut, oral sex, window-sex, shower-sex, knotting, marking and animalistic behaviour.
⤑ Wordcount: 9.5k
⤑ A/n:hey!! This will be my first story on this account. I used to run another tumblr account, but I felt like I needed a new start hehe. Hope you enjoyed this one!
‘why is it so dark?’, you ask yourself as you try to see, but nonetheless fail to do so. It’s too dark. You can’t understand what you feel, but it has been the darkest feeling you have had in your whole life, though you might not yet be that old. It is creeping up on you, like a tiger or some other creature. It might’ve always been there, but never this strong. Never since this very moment. A white ray stands tall in front of you, all too sudden but not unwelcome. You feel like you need to be there, like this might be the place that brings you the peace you have been seeking. You know the feeling, the dark feeling, ends with this light. It all fits too well…
You take a step forward, but when you look down to see where you are walking on, you don’t see your feet. It’s only you, like a floating conscious. Even though it got you distracted for the smallest second, you knew this wasn’t important enough. The only thing worth doing right now is taking another step towards this warm and sunny light. Another step was taken and you feel your body heating up. Even though the light is your answer, you are still reacting to it in all the negative ways. ‘Is this what I need? It’s probably better than that horrifying darkness around us. Around me and this light’.
So without another thought, you take three more steps. There it is, right in front of you. You can feel your whole body reacting in heath, but you still feel save somehow. It’s resisting and it feels unnatural, but you haven’t felt as connected in so long with such a simple thing. You want it. No, you need it. And it also needs you. Two sides, two consciousnesses needing one another. But it doesn’t feel enough. You need more. You need to be closer. You need hi-.
‘Y/n? You are burning up! Are you okay? Wake up!’.
The sudden voice wakes you up in one simple snap. Your eyes spring wide open as you look scared towards your friend, who just as well returns that look. Namjoon puts his hand on your forehead. You flinch as he retracts his hand as fast as lighting, making a gesture as if your forehead is about a 100 degrees. ‘Damn y/n, that should be illegal. It’s way too hot. Please go to the nurses office’, he exclaims.
You put your hand on your heart, feeling how fast it’s beating. It’s so fast that you can feel it in your whole body. You are trying to recall your dream, but you only seem to remember that you felt a dark feeling. It must’ve been a nightmare. You check out your surroundings as you felt quite out of place, but you soon notice you are still in the comfort of your school’s library. You let out a breath, shaking off that weird experience and you try to calm down your body. ‘I think I had some kind of nightmare’, you inform Namjoon before picking up your pencil.
You have been working all night with your classmate. You were assigned to work together on a project. Since the both of you had a hard time to find a good spot in your agendas to work together, you found that only today you could really work on it. So you both took the chance and ended up working all night. You pull out your phone and you notice it’s already 11 pm. Your eyes widen. ‘Namjoon, why didn’t you wake me up? We really need to get going. Can we still get out of the building?’. He chuckles and shrugs. ‘Thought you could use some rest, you’ve only been gone for twenty minutes, so don’t worry. But you’re right. We should go home’. You let out a small sigh before clearing out your desk. He didn’t mean it bad, so you let it go. You both pack your things and go home.
As you walk your way to your dorm, you can’t help but feel that same creeping feeling. You feel that darkness. It’s not uncommon for you anymore. It has been a few years already, the moment you had your period. You have felt it ever since that moment. You can still remember the first dream about it. It was like just now, dark and alone. As if there was something or someone missing from your life. Your mother showed her concern about it and took you to a doctor, who gave you a number of a psychologist. There we thorough experiments, but no one could really tell what it was and how to get rid of it. At some point you found yourself at a more spiritual room. That was even more traumatic, as she just looked at you in fear and told you to leave within a few seconds. It got you thinking. Are you some kind of devil? Some kind of lost soul from another world, what certainly isn’t holy? This time though, this last dream, it was different. Different from your other dreams. You did feel the darkness, but there was something else. It felt refreshing and warm, something you haven’t felt in so long. Whatever it is, you hope that same feeling will return to you. And this time you won’t be woken up. This time it will stay with you.
Jin always made sure to treat you like a goddess. He has gentle touches on your body, especially with your nipples. His fingers would trail down from your collarbones, down to your breasts as you ride. His breathing would be loud and a moan would leave both of your mouths when he starts pinching your nipples. His touch left goosebumps all over your body. This man really knew how to make love to you and you wouldn’t trade it for anything else.
Yoongi:
Yoongi just loved your boobs. He would always put it in his mouth, as if he couldn’t live without them. His moves were always rough and it wouldn’t take him long to destroy your pussy after you released your boobs out in the air. He’d suck on your nipples hard and his tongue would make fast circles around them, making you just as hot as he was for you.
Hoseok:
For him it wouldn’t be necessary to have sex to play with your breasts. Sometimes he would just pin you down on the bed, sit on your waist and pull off your shirt. Your bra was off in no time too and then he’d start squashing your breasts together, of course in a gentle way. His thumbs would glide over your nipples, making them hard and perky. He loved the sight. he could do this the whole day, just laying on you and playing with your boobs until the time had come to sleep.
Namjoon:
Namjoon had the biggest kink for your boobs. He knew they were your weakness too and as the kinky shit he was, he would throw some BDSM-equipment into it. He’d attach your nipples to some chains, making them sensitive and maybe hurt a bit. You both liked it hard like this and he made fully use of that through these chains. He loved the way your boobs would bounce and swing around as he pounds into you from behind.
Jimin:
Jimin didn’t need to do much to turn you on. He would just have you seated on his lab, half naked. His hands would slowly make circles around your nipples. The tingling sensation would send you straight to heaven, getting your panties weak in a minute or less. Jimin loved to make you horny and needy like this for him. He didn’t need to do much more before you would go down on your knees and repay the favor. ‘You’re always so good for daddy.’
Taehyung:
Just as he had arrived home, he’d see you stand in your black lingerie. He noticed you were waiting for him, waiting for her boyfriend to fuck her right. He’d let his bag fall on the ground and would walk up to you. He’d loosen his tie before he scoops you up from the ground, bringing you to the couch and letting you down on his lab. His hands would pull down your bra and his lips would immediately be planted on your nipples. You’d moan out of relieve, being happy your boyfriend finally fulfills your needs. The one hand he has free, he would use to aggressively play with your nipples. This is why he loved to come home to you, you’re always full of surprises.
Jungkook:
Jungkook loved to play with your nipples. He’d always take his time with you, giving every boob it’s own amountof attention. His tongue would make small circles around your nipples before pulling on it, leaving your nipples hard and perky. He loved the moans and whines he dragged out of you by his actions.
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!”
I would like to make a request and I wish you can make it a series. BTS- Jungkook. Smut- it doesn’t matter, anything does it. Angst- 3 (he uses you but you catch feelings and because of it you don’t seem to notice he’s using you, until one day.) sorry if that doesn’t makes sense. AU- 2,5 and you can make something on your own too. I JUST REALLY LOVE ANGST, SO PLEASE MAKE PURE ANGST OUT OF IT, I AM FEELING SAD THESE DAYS, I LIKE TO CRY!
It didn’t take long for him to show up, covered in water, hair pressed against his forehead and somehow a smile on his face. “fuck.” He sighed brushing his hair back. “its pouring.” He chuckled pulling his phone out to check if it was okay. “we’re good.”
“listen, i don’t want to know the details i just want to know if it was true that he fucked someone while we were-.”
“He’s jungkook. He’s immature and a brat.” Namjoon started as he stepped closer to you and frowned. “so yeah he did.”
“fuck…” You muttered feeling your chest tighten even more, throat closing with the need to breath as you try and swallow your sobs. You didnt want it to bother you as much as it was but for some reason you couldnt stop thinking about him. and you hated yourself because of that.
“(y/n).”
“Nope.” You paused feeling your voice break as you spoke again. Picturing the hands he held you with so softly, the lips he kissed you with, the sweet words- he was saying it to someone else as well. “i dont want to hear anymore.” You spoke finally sobbing a bit.
“(y/n)…” Namjoon sighed as he quickly stepped towards your body and caved you into his chest. Thunder rolling above the two of you as you sobbed. “jungkook admits that he did wrong, not that you should forgive him or anything.” Namjoon began to speak. “but at the party last night we got jungkook to talk with us.” He paused rubbing your heaving back as you slowed your sobs to listen to what he was saying. “Jungkook was fucked up that night, i’ve never seen him that bad before. We talked about you and how you are actually a good person and not just one of those girls that sleep around that he normally goes for.”
normally goes for?
“we basically told him to get his shit together, cut it off with you before you get hurt anymore and to grow up.” Namjoon finished as he pulled away from you, gripping your shoulders and moving to wipe the tears from your eyes. “(y/n) do you want to know jungkook’s reply to all of that?”
You weren’t sure you wanted to hear anything about him anymore. You didn’t want to think about how the one boy you finally opened yourself up to, went and easily fucked some girl. Sure the two of you weren’t dating but it was still close to that… maybe it was your fault? You shouldn’t be feeling like this right? it was just a experimental thing with the hot boy from school.
“im okay…”
~
Have you ever had something that you wanted and then have ripped from you. Or better yet. Have a pet that you loved with all of your might, followed it around, took care of it and then it run away? That heart break doesn’t compare to the pain you were feeling now. The fact that you trusted jungkook, opened yourself up to him and talked to him like you never talked to anybody in your whole life; just to have it thrown out the window with some other girls snatch.
But you couldn’t help but think that it was just your fault to begin with. You knew better than to talk to the one person who has practically ‘dated’ every girl in your school.
So the days just rolled on for you. Drifting in and out of classes, working hard like you use to, and finally reaching the end of your highschool career. Every now and then you’ll catch jungkook trying to text you, talk to you in the hallways; but you just ignore it and go about your business. You were becoming stronger again.
“It’s actually funny watching how badly he wants to talk to you.” Jimin chuckled as he poured your 2nd cup of coffee since you finished your day of school. You sat on your laptop scrolling through colleges to apply for.
“Yeah..” you muttered in response as jimin shoves himself beside you, ignoring the fact he was on the clock.
Since you stopped talking to jungkook completely, you and jimin have grown closer. He was a good friend to you now. Talked to you while you cried for no damn reason, promised it would get better if you just forgot about jungkook completely. He was a good friend. “ do you even know what you want to do when you graduate?” Jimin questioned, earrings swaying on his ears as he cocks his head at you.
You closed your eyes for a second, glanced from your coffee to the rain dripping down the window. “I dont know.” You replied with a shrug. “I honestly have no clue what i want to do.”
“Does anybody though?”
“true.”
your soft chatter is interrupted as your phone begins to ring, your mothers sweet face popping up on the screen.
“You should totally let me answer it.” Jimin teased.
“No because the second she hears a guys voice shes going to think im dating you.” You chuckled putting the phone to your ear, “hey.”
“Whats wrong with that.” Jimin replied making you stare at his serious face as your mother rambled on the other end of the phone. He smiles softly before rising from the table and back to work, your heart racing from his words.
“Uh sorry mom, what were you saying?” You cleared your throat as you listened to her talk about some trip that was going to happen this weekend, your mouse clicking on a few local colleges near you; looking at what they had to offer. “Sure i’ll go with you. we’re we going and why?”
“we’re going to see your aunt in Florida.”
~
This wasnt the first time Jungkook had tried to reach out to you. It was worse in the hallways at school. Seeing him face to face, the frown he wore. He almost looked like he cared.
Your body rocked against the plane taking off, eyes staring at the speeding concrete in the dark night as you moved; mom’s hand tight in your own. As you rose in the sky your eyes drank in the height you were at. The city below twinkling. You twirled your airplane mode phone in your hand thinking about what it was exactly jungkook wanted to talk about.
Was he just going to apologize for sleeping with someone while you two had a thing going on? Or was he going to tell you something completely different? It wasn’t like you weren’t asking yourself these questions. you thought about them constantly… Wanting to know if the way you feel for jungkook was real or just lust filled feelings?…
“When will be get into Florida?” You questioned your mother as you stayed in the air for a hour already.
“We should be landing in thirty to an hour.” She replied spinning the alcoholic beverage she ordered in her hand. “Your aunt is really looking forward to seeing you-.”
“Dont you mean, meeting me.” You corrected.
That’s right. You have never met you aunt before. Your mother cut that side of her family out of her life for a reason and that reason was unknown. So of course you were surprised when she suddenly mentioned the name of her sister and said that you and her were taking a trip to meet her.
~
{ Jimin POV }
She mentioned being gone for this weekend, that she would turn her phone off for that time to 'reconnect’. I didnt blame her. (y/n) needed some space it seemed. “that will 4.20.” I smiled at the large man ordering his sweet coffee. Hands pulled the flaps open, shoving the money in the drawer, and sighing after handing him his change.
“Taking my break.” I smiled, taking my apron off and heading towards the back of the building. I grabbed an already rolled blunt from the party the other night and decided i deserved this. My wrist still burned form punching that idiot, and all i could think about is (Y/n) now and her opinion of me.
Wrapping my lips around the packed end, lighter in my hands, and the stormy sky above rolling until it can finally break. As i strike the cog to ignite the flame, taking a long drag i let the smoke flood through my lungs and circle back out, muscles relaxing with a simple puff.
“Jimin.”
My body twitches as i pull the joint from my lips and stare at the person who caught me….jungkook.
“Chill its only me.” He scoffed walking closer with a smirk on his lips and hands in his hoodie. “Listen i want to talk-.”
“I rather not talk to you.” I sighed sucking on the much needed high again.
“its about (y/n).”
“Didnt i say-.”
“i love her.”
~
{ (y/n)’s POV }
You hated planes.
You had the process of it all, the long flight and all the walking it had to offer. Your mother on the other hand loved it. She always took full advantage of everything the travel had to offer. Stopping from shop to shop while we waited for our plane to take off and even after we landed she wouldn’t stop.
“(y/n) look at all the little souvenirs.” she would say. Thinking that i really cared for all the alligators with the etched in name of the state or t-shirts that said 'i love panama.’ “Don’t you want a matching one with me?”
no. “Sure.”
You were tired of your heart feeling so cloudy. You couldn’t stop thinking about him. About his smile, his eyes, his lips…. The way he felt on your skin, his hot breath and sweet tone in his voice when he whispered in your ear.
you missed him..
“this is my sister and your aunt, Lynda.” Your mom introduced you to the one family member you have never met. Lynda’s house was small and unkept, pictures hung on the wall were crooked and there was a clear smell of weed stitched into the furniture mixed with something else. Your mother never told exactly what your aunt has done to not earn a actually title in your life but you could tell it was drugs. Especially with the way her skeleton like body walked up to you and hugged you.
“You’ve grown so much since ive seen you last.”
“I dont remember seeing you-.”
“(y/n).” Your mother corrected you as you are pulled form the hug and stared at.
Tears pecked the side of her eyes as she looked at you. “Im sorry you just remind me so much of her.”
“Her?” you questioned.
“Lets eat dinner first and then we can talk about it Lynda.”
~
We ate dinner like mother said we would. Started with going out to eat at some sleaze ball dinner. Men were coming up to Lynda, whispering things in her ear only to disappear after she sends them away with a smile and a promise to talk to them later.
You ate crappy wings and listened to crappy music. Your phone sat off in front of your fingertips, mother speaking to her sister, laughing and talking about things you really wouldn’t understand or care to hear for.
You didn’t want to hear anything besides words form someone else. Someone you couldn’t stop thinking about.
Jungkook.
“How far are we from the beach right now?” You questioned seeing that the dinner part of this visit was going to last for hours.
“Just around the corner.” Lynda answered.“
"Im going for a walk then.” You spoke without an answer as you grabbed your phone, pressing the power button and disappearing out the bar. The smell of cigarettes circled your skin as the soft breeze of ocean air kissed your nostrils. You took towards the beach, sandals flying off as your skin kissed the sand.
The night air ran through your hair as you stood in front of the ocean waves, crashed sending goosebumps against your skin as you lift your phone. Seeing the notifications on the screen for only a second as you quickly open snapchat to take a video.
The moon was dancing behind the ocean line, waves rushing towards your colorless toenails. It was warm…
You posted it to your story and sat on the sand below, wet toes digging into the dry sand as tears roll down your cheeks.
You were looking at your snap chats that have yet to be opened since you’ve logged out after the party.
He sent you many selfies, all to end with this one. Him looking tired in the mirror, pout on his lips. Chats filled with, 'please talk to me.’ to 'im sorry.’
Tears rolled down your cheeks not because of how much he hurt you but from how much you wanted to forgive him. You wanted to talk to him again. To have him near you again…
You shook your head at the thoughts of going back to jungkook. you didn’t need to be hurt anymore. You scrolled on your contact list as you sat by the waves, screen lighting your face against the darkness of the ocean.
The phone rang for a few seconds before it picked up.
Gore, violence, zombies, mention of drugs and drug dealing, weapons discharge in self defense, main character death, zombies, course language, zombies, drinking, did I mention zombies?
Summary:
They were the top of their game, known throughout the city as the smartest and most dangerous crew to ever hit the Daegu streets. But what’s going to happen when this group of young men encounter something right out of a horror film?
Gore, violence, zombies, mention of drugs and drug dealing, weapons discharge in self defense, main character death, zombies, course language, zombies, drinking, did I mention zombies?
Summary:
They were the top of their game, known throughout the city as the smartest and most dangerous crew to ever hit the Daegu streets. But what’s going to happen when this group of young men encounter something right out of a horror film?
Gore, violence, zombies, mention of drugs and drug dealing, weapons discharge in self defense, main character death, zombies, course language, zombies, drinking, did I mention zombies?
Summary:
They were the top of their game, known throughout the city as the smartest and most dangerous crew to ever hit the Daegu streets. But what’s going to happen when this group of young men encounter something right out of a horror film?
Gore, violence, zombies, mention of drugs and drug dealing, weapons discharge in self defense, main character death, zombies, course language, zombies, drinking, did I mention zombies?
Summary:
They were the top of their game, known throughout the city as the smartest and most dangerous crew to ever hit the Daegu streets. But what’s going to happen when this group of young men encounter something right out of a horror film?
The kitchen erupted into a surge of chaos at the sound of Jin’s voice. I’d rerouted the audio to my cell phone, which Taehyung had rigged long ago to double as a receiver so we could communicate during missions and various outings.
It was a chorus of shouts and sobbing as the boys scrambled to be heard over each other by their elder.
“How did you survive?”
“What the fuck happened?”
“Where are you now?”
“Are you hurt?”
“I saw you get shot, what the hell?!”
Even Yoongi seemed shaken, which was hard considering.
That windshield wiper laugh sounded through the receiver and I crumpled to the floor, sobbing with relief as I clutched the phone to my chest.
“Aww, come on now boys, look what you did to her.” Even at a distance and fresh from the grave he still managed to find a way to scold his younger brothers.
Jungkook helped me to my feet and I placed the phone on the counter, angling it so that everyone could hear and be heard before burying myself into the crook of his arm.
“Hyung, seriously, how did you manage to survive that shot?” Jimin squatted down at the counter across from me, arms crossed on the metal surface so he could rest his chin on them and still be able to see the phone.
“Same way Hoseok did. We had our vests on.”
This sent another wave of relief and cheering through the group. Even Jeanette and Rose were sobbing off to the side when they heard Hobi’s cheerful hello on the other end of the line.
“Fuck sake man!” Namjoon sniffled as Taehyung wiped his nose on his shoulder. “You both had us half way to grieving over you.”
“Seriously though, what exactly happened?” Junkgook demanded, though he couldn’t hide the tears that clung to the back of his own throat.
And so Seokjin filled us in.
After he’d been shot and Jeanette and Yoongi had been taken away, he’d played dead for a bit. Long enough to watch as the helicopters took off without him.
He’d made his way to the front of the house, almost losing it when he spotted Hobi’s unmoving form on the ground. He’d quickly realized though that the blow back of all those shots had simply rendered the bodyguard unconscious. The bulletproof vest had done its job perfectly.
“We had him checked out, nothing broken, but the ceramic plates in his jacket and vest are fully toast.”
“What do you mean…we?” Namjoon interrupted. His curiosity caused his voice to crack slightly as he spoke, eliciting a snicker from the others.
“Well, you see…”
Jin was interrupted by a voice that had my blood running cold.
“They had a little help from a friend.”
“Eun Kwang!”
A chorus of voices rang out, drawing the attention of several nearby civilians. I smiled at them sheepishly, to which most shrugged and ignored us, though a few seemed to now have at least half an ear turned in our direction. It didn’t matter though, I had more important and pressing matters to attend to.
“You skeevy bastard what the hell?!” Jungkook was nearly purple with rage and I could tell he was on his way to saying something stupid.
I stepped in, touching his arm and gently taking the phone to redirect his attention.
“Easy there killer, not the place or time for all this.” I smiled softly to him, handing the phone over to Namjoon and placing a hand on Jungkook’s cheek.
“Let’s have Namjoon find out what happened. There’s too many people around to have you going full mafia boss rage mode.”
He snorted, though the sound was not one of amusement and we turned our attention to the ongoing conversation.
“We were on our way over to negotiate a peace treaty to be frankly honest.” Eun Kwang’s tone was mocking to say the least, I could almost hear the sneer in his voice.
“Hyun sik heard the chopper first so we hid until the shots died out and the bird took off again. Found your boys barely breathin’ when we managed to get there. Don’t worry though little dongsaeng, we made real sure to secure your property, get everything valuable to a nice an safe place.”
“Mother f…” Jungkook inhaled. I could feel the rising tension in his form, the muscles in his arms writhing beneath my fingertips as he clenched and unclenched his fists.
“Boss?” Namjoon whispered, eyes scanning his younger brother’s face as his brows creased with concern.
“What do you want Eun Kwang…” Jungkook asked, words clipped as he struggled to keep his temper under control.
“Well, I know you and your crew are in a bit of a bind. Trapped on that American base with no way out and surrounded by rabid bodies? Not a good look man.”
“And?!”
“I’ll help you escape, sure. But on one condition.”
Jungkook growled, throwing his hands up in the air and turning away with a huff.
“Of course there’s a fucking catchin!” He slammed his fist on the counter, causing Jeanette to yelp from the corner. I sent her a half hearted and apologetic smile.
“What do you want Eun Kwang?” I muttered into the phone when I took it from Joon.
“I want Daegu.”
“What?!”
“If I send my crew out there, I’m risking their lives to get you out. I need to know that the risk is worth the reward. Daegu is my reward.”
“But Eun…”
“Yes yes, I know. How is that going to work if you all are still in Daegu when this is all over? Simple. I want you all gone. I don’t care where you go or what you do. But Daegu is mine.”
Namjoon stepped up, waving for me to hand him the phone again. I obliged, passing it over and turning to watch Jungkook as he began pacing again.
“Why not just leave us here then? Why not just let the Americans deal with us or kill us or whatever it is they have planned for us?”
“Because if anyone’s gonna kill Jungkook, it’s gonna be me. You damn well best believe I’m not letting any other mother fucker have that satisfaction.”
***
Our conversation was suddenly interrupted by a commotion at the kitchen door. I grabbed the phone quickly, lowering the audio volume as much as possible while shushing the men on the other end of the line.
“We’ve got company.” I muttered, hoping that whatever this could be, it wouldn’t spell disaster for our escape plans.
“Daddy!” The shout echoed across the kitchen as several soldiers walked in, startling us to no end as one of the nearby children rushed over and nearly tackled one of the soldiers to the ground.
The sight would have been heartwarming if not for the fact that as soon as the two hugged it out the young boy began whispering to his father while pointing back at us several times.
“Fuck…” Jungkook grumbled. Apparently he’d been watching the exchange as well.
“There’s nothing we can do about it now Boss.” Namjoon moved to block our sight of the two, pulling our attention back to him as he shoved his hands in his pocket.
“If we draw attention to it now they’ll know or at least suspect that something’s up. Just watch and wait for now, see where this takes us.”
It didn’t take long for the commotion to become organized.
The group was divided into two lines, children at the front and adults split into two groups that were led out into the darkness of the bowling alley.
After hurriedly ending the call and shoving the phone in my pocket I joined the groups. Half of us were led to the front of the building, Rose, Jeanette, and myself included, while the others were instructed to stay put.
“They’re taking us to the bathrooms.” The little girl that had taken a liking to Namjoon and Jeanette whispered up to me.
I smiled down at her gratefully, heat rising to my cheeks when she slipped her tiny hand in mine and squeezed it tightly.
“I wish they would take us more often, but Mommy said they do it so that the ones with guns can keep us safe from the monsters.” She glanced toward the front door, eyes wide as her gaze darted across the dusky twilight of the sky.
I squeezed her hand, bringing her attention back to me so I could shoot her a reassuring grin.
“It’s brave of them to want to protect us, don’t you think?” I asked as we made our way into the imposing darkness of the women’s bathroom. A few of the sinks had lanterns on them, but it really did little to dispel the gloom that prevailed in the entirety of the large space.
“Well…I guess it’s brave. But really they’re just pretending. Grown-ups do that a lot.” She shrugged, letting go of my hand and making her way to one of the toilet stalls.
I wondered at her words as I did the same, finishing my business as quickly as possible so I could spend a moment or two longer at the sink.
I glanced to the side after finishing with my face, smiling and letting out a small chuckle that echoed slightly when the little girl had reappeared beside me with Jeanette, Rose, and her mother in tow.
Reaching her hand out once more she quickly pulled me into the group, giggling the whole way back to the kitchen at the new friends she’d made for herself.
When we got back I broke away from the others, making my way over to Jungkook who’s eyes were on the dad and son duo we’d been watching earlier. He frowned when the adult glanced our way, his fist clenching at his side when the man began walking over.
“Kookie, you’re gonna end up with arthritis if this keeps up.”
He glanced down at me, face full of confusion as I wrapped my hand around his fist and brought it up to gently brush my lips over the knuckles. “Relax baby. I know this is tough but please, ease up on yourself.”
I wasn’t even sure if my words registered in his mind as the man in uniform stopped before us, hand on the holster at his hip as he sized us up.
“My son tells me you all have a plan?” His clipped Korean sounded foreign on his tongue, though the pronunciation was immaculate.
“Couldn’t possibly begin to know what you mean, Sir.” I replied, giving him my most charming smile possibly.
“Mmm, no I get it. With everything going on, what reason do you have to trust me?” He shrugged, leaning his hip against the counter and finally moving his hand away from his holster to cross his arms over his chest.
I tilted my head, smile still in place as I attempted to sooth the seething beast that was Jungkook by tracing my fingers over the bulging muscles in his forearms.
“We weren’t exactly given a choice to leave our home, safe as it was and out of the way of the chaos. Two of our family members were shot and killed, and by YOUR people at that.” I shook my head, eyes brimming with tears to emphasize the point.
The soldier sighed, nodding and frowning as he turned to look out at the group of civilians loitering around the spacious kitchen. “Sad fact is, people tend to do stupid shit when they think they’re saving people. Get high and mighty in their authority and think they’ve become god when they’re the ones holding the guns.”
I hummed in thought, curling my fingers over Jungkook’s knuckles and placing just enough pressure to encourage him to loosen his fingers so that I could slip my hand into his.
“Seems that’s a universal fit. People with authority want to keep their authority, no matter who or what gets in their way.”
The soldier pursed his lips, eyes finding the young boy who’d called him Daddy earlier. He was now playing with the young girl and Namjoon, smiles bright as he told them one of his many stories while balancing each of them on either of his knees. The man was good with kids, there was no doubt about that.
“I’ve seen the type of people my so called superiors are. The way they run things around here? I’d rather have my kid out there on the streets than have them in this dingy ass kitchen until whatever’s left of the world’s governments decides to figure their shits out.” He turned back to use, face determined for a moment before softening into a look of sad resignation.
“Look, whatever it is you and your people are planning, me and mine are in. Just say the word and we got your back, there’s more of us than them. In the end you can’t lose.”
I reread this and made my own self cry over my own writing Gawd I hope one day they get to hear what I wrote here from someone. If not from me then from…someone, anyone. I hope they know how appreciated they are. ARMY sees their hard work. We love them so much. These boys…so precious..I just..
Jungkook: Sorry to disappoint you, but I’d rather stare out of the window, listen to music and create fake scenarios in my head than do those worthless mortal tasks.
Yoongi: Tough shit maknae it’s your turn to do the dishes.
