#bts x you
feelings | 5
“Hey, will you still be able to make it?” Jungkook says to you through the phone. He was currently preparing the “date” he was going to have with you.
The“date that isn’t a date but is a date” according to Taehyung. Actually, Taehyung was with him right now, helping him out.
“Of course, I’m on my way. The park by campus right? Jimin’s dropping me off as we speak,” you say. Jungkook’s eyes go wide.
“Oh, you’re almost there?” He says, turning to Taehyung in panic.
“It’s okay,” Taehyung says, “don’t worry.”
“Who’s that?” you question, hearing a voice that doesn’t belong to Jungkook.
“The friend I told you I made in class. Taehyung. He’s helping me with something. Anyways, I’ll see you in a bit. Get there safe,” Jungkook says, not waiting for your response before hanging up.
“She’s going to get there before me,” Jungkook says, grabbing his camera and backpack. Taehyung grabs the blanket and the plastic bag full of your favorite snacks on top of the bed.
“Don’t worry about it, Jimin sucks at driving. We’ll get there before he does,” Taehyung says, walking nonchalantly out of Jungkook’s dorm.
Jungkook told Taehyung about your study session with Jimin earlier today and he mentioned how Jimin is his best friend and roommate.
“Oh Yn is the one that needs a calc tutor?” Taehyung says to Jungkook with a huge smile on his face. “My best friend is the one tutoring her!”
“Your best friend is Jimin?”
“Yup. Best friend, roommate, soulmate, you name it,” Taehyung says, taking a seat at Jungkook’s desk. “Have you met him? He’s a great guy. Smart, nice, adorable..”
“Are you in love with him or something?” Jungkook says, handing him a drink. Taehyung grimaces at him, taking the soda can from his hand.
“No I hate that guy,” he says, cracking it open. “But a lot of girls and guys do fall for him. He’s really pretty.”
“Oh,” Jungkook sits down at the foot of his bed, facing Taehyung. “Do you… Do you think Yn would like him then?”
“Of course, everyone likes him!” Jungkook frowns and Taehyung quickly shakes his head. “No no, not in that way of course. He’s still single for a reason.”
“Oh, is he like a bad guy or something,” Jungkook says.
“No, he’s the sweetest.”
“Taehyung!”
–
“Thanks for dropping me off Jimin,” you say, taking off your seatbelt.
“Of course, I wouldn’t want you to go here all alone. Is your friend here?” Jimin says, taking off his seatbelt as well and stepping out of the car.
“Jungkook should be around here,” you say, “you don’t have to wait for me, I’ll be fine.” Jimin shakes his head, walking to your side of the car. He opens your door and holds his hand out to help you get out. You blush as you put your hand on his.
“It’s dangerous for someone to be out alone this late,” Jimin says. He’s still holding on to your hand.
“No worries, she won’t be alone,” you hear someone say. It’s Jungkook and he’s walking up to the two of you. He glances down at you two’s hands for a second too long and Jimin lets go.
“Okay good,” Jimin says, smiling at Jungkook. “It’s good to see you again by the way. The four of us should hang out sometime.”
“Four of us?” you ask. You know you’re bad at math but not that bad. You point at yourself, then Jungkook, then Jimin, holding up three fingers at him. He laughs at you, his eyes forming little crescent moons. He turns to Jungkook and points behind him. At the car parked just a few feet away, a boy with super fluffy hair and a boxy smile was waving at you excitedly.
“HI YN. JUNGKOOK TOLD ME A LOT ABOUT YOU. I’M TAE BTW,” he yells at you, making you laugh.
“NICE TO MEET YOU TAE. JIMIN NEVER MENTIONED YOU,” you yell back, giggling when Tae’s jaw drops.
“Sorry,” Jimin says in a normal tone of voice.
“I’M EATING YOUR LEFTOVERS,” Taehyung says, getting back in the car and quickly driving away.
“Oh no he doesn’t,” Jimin says, rushing to the driver’s side of his car. “Tomorrow again Yn?” He asks you before getting in. You smile at him and nod. “Okay, see you then. You too, Jungkook.”
“Bye Jimin!”
“Bye Jimin,” Jungkook says, waving. “By the time he gets there, Taehyung will be done with his food already,” he says to you, laughing.
“What makes you say that?”
“He drives slow.”
You look at Jungkook, quirking up an eyebrow at him.
“Taehyung told me, we left the dorms after you called me and still got here at the same time.”
“Oh,” you say. “Well anyways, what are we doing?” You look down at all the stuff he was holding. “Picnic?”
“Yeah, and we’ll take some pictures for the project,” Jungkook says, walking off. You catch up with him, sneaking your arm around his.
“Where are we going to do all of this?” You ask, looking up at him. Jungkook points to the biggest hill. “All the way up there??”
“It’s not that high,” he says.
“It’s high enough for my legs to get tired,” you mumble.
“Want me to carry you then,” Jungkook says. You think about it for a second before shaking your head no. “Okay, then suck it up.”
–
“So what do we do?” You ask as you watch Jungkook set up a tripod in front of you. You were sitting on the blanket he laid out.
“Sit, talk, eat, look at the stars. I need a candid shot,” he says, running away from the camera.
“So is it just going to keep clicking or…”
“It’s recording, I can just go through it later and take some screencaps.”
“Okay,” you say, sitting down comfortably and looking up at the stars. You even point to one for dramatic effect. Jungkook laughs at you as you do this.
“You don’t have to act, just be natural,” he says.
“Fine. What are we taking pictures for again? Your movie poster right? What’s it about? Two friends going on an evening picnic?” Jungkook lets out a nervous laugh.
“Umm… more like two friends at the meteor shower. Making wishes.” You smile at him.
“So basically us the other day?”
“Yeah, basically. But it’s a love story.”
“Ooohspicy~”
“More like sweet,” he laughs. “See, the boy is in love with the girl. But she doesn’t know it yet. In this story, every wish that’s made comes true. At least the non silly ones.”
“Was my calculus wish silly then?” You say, making a face that Jungkook laughs at.
“Not at all. Passing calc is important for you, it’s going to come true.”
“So what are their wishes? The kids in your story.” Jungkook bites his bottom lips, looking away from you for a second before he answers your question.
“Uhh,.. Well the girl wants to pass her class and … well the boy wants the girl.” He says. Turning to you. “Because he’s been in love with her. Since she drew him that heart on his notes with her purple highlighter back in high school.”
Suddenly your heart stopped.
You let out a small, awkward laugh.
“Are we still talking about the project?”
“Y-yeah, of course,” Jungkook says, looking away from you. You didn’t know how to feel. Did your best friend just confess to you? Isn’t this a bit too… out of nowhere?
“Jungkook,” you say, grabbing his hand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make this awkward.”
“No, it’s fine, it was my fault, I should’ve just kept it to myself.”
“Was that really your wish though? You like me?”
“Is that pathetic?” He says quietly. You smile, shaking your head.
“No, of course not. I would’ve done the same.” He nods, smiling at you as you squeeze his hand.
“I hope this doesn’t change much between us. It’s okay if you don’t like me back. I at least had to tell you.”
“Yeah, no, it’s– it’s fine, don’t worry. You’re still my Jungkook.” He laughs, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you in for a hug.
“And you’re still my seaweed.”
“UGh,” you groan. “Ruined it.”
He laughs as he pulls away. “Anyways, I brought your favorite snacks.”
“Ooh thank you~ but is it okay if we eat them later instead? I’m still kind of full.”
“Oh did you just eat?”
“Yeah, Jimin took me to Pied Piper. He has a friend that works there. And you’ll never guess who it is.”
Jungkook laughs, rubbing his hand on his forehead. “I bet it’s that Jin guy.”
“YES.” You shake your head. “But don’t worry. Turns out, he flirts with all the cute girls for tips.”
“But he never flirted with you,” Jungkook says, trying not to laugh.
“He probably sensed that I’m broke.”
“Or that you’re not cute,” he responded. Without hesitation. Making your jaw drop.
“Says the one who likes me.”
“Hey, it’s the personality that matters.”
You smack him hard on the arm, making him get up and run a few feet away.
You two are going to be just fine.
“You’re annoying.”
“But you love me anyways,” Jungkook says, running to his camera. “Okay, but I think we’re good with the shots.” He hits the stop button and turns the camera off.
“So that’s it?” You ask, helping him pack everything into his bag.
“Pretty much. Why? Do you want to do anything else?”
“I’m in the mood for coffee..”
Jungkook laughs as he swings his backpack on. “Coffee? It’s like 10. In the evening.”
“So?”
“You’re not going to sleep tonight.”
“When do I ever?”
“You literally sleep all the time.”
“Jungkooooooook,” you whine. “Please. You can’t let me walk to get coffee alone.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, giving in. He extends his hand out to you and you happily grab his hand. “Thank you.”
“Yeah yeah. Which cafe do you want to go to?”
“Well there’s this bakery in between Magic Shop and Pied Piper that sells some good coffee. I’ve never been but I’ve heard good things.”
“What’s it called?”
“24/7 Heaven.”
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feelings
๑ part five: so basically us ๑
pairings: jungkook x reader
a/n: y’all know the motto of 24/7 Heaven
also, im back
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HIHI WELCOME BACKKKK
ngl my heart was beating so fast during that ligtle confession part and AHHHHH KOOKIE ITS ALL GOOD BBY YOU’LL GET THE GIRL SOOON. also also, jungkook without a filter is a mENACE and should be warned /j
will wait for the next chapter happily!!
feelings | 7
After a failed attempt at working on homework together, Jimin and you are now at his friend Jin’s apartment! Along with Taehyung and Jungkook of course. And one more friend you were about to meet.
“Did you bring it?” Jungkook asks you right when you enter the door. You nod, walking up to him and handing him his switch. “Thank youuu~” He says, immediately sinking into the couch next to Taehyung.
“Hi!” You hear someone say excitedly behind you. “I’m Hobi,” he says, already leaning in for a hug.
“Hi, I’m Yn,” you say, giggling.
“Yn!” Jin yells from the kitchen. “Are you hungry?” You peek behind Hobi and smile at Jin.
“Yes,” you say. Jungkook taps your leg with his foot.
“Sit next to me,” he says. You turn around, flopping down next to him. “How was the study sesh?”
“Well I spent half of it on my phone and so Jimin scolded me a lot,” you tell him, resting your head on his shoulder. You watch the television as Jungkook and Taehyung play Mario kart.
“She’s very stubborn,” Jimin says, pointing at you. Jungkook laughs, nodding in agreement.
“I just, really don’t like math,” you say. “… anymore.”
“You’re majoring in architecture,” Jimin says.
“Okay, and?” you answer back.
I AM LATE BUT I’M HEREEEE
finally we got some really help (sorry taehyung <3) and AH THAT PHOTO SEQUENCE OF SEOKJIN REALLY DID SOMETHIMG TO ME AHHH coffee? don’t need that, all i need is kim seokjin
Rainy day - kinktober day 4
Hoseok X gn reader
Dom!Hobi, blowjob
“Come on baby, it’s not even raining that hard now” You pout at your boyfriend. You had gone on a quick weekend away since he only had a couple of weeks until the next comeback. Unfortunately. the two of you had chosen the worst possible weekend, and a storm hit almost the moment you arrived. Not that spending time cuddling with Hoseok as you hide from the rain is a bad thing, you’d just had your heart set on exploring the gardens and woods surrounding the B+B you were staying at. But after streaming 3 films in a row your butt had gone numb. Hobi looks down at you cuddled in his arms and then glances out of the window.
“I don’t know y/n, it looks like the clouds are still rolling in” he is rightfully suspicious of the break in the downpour, but you are undeterred. You push his arms off you and stand motioning for him to come with you. He groans but follows reluctantly. You grab your coat and run out into the gardens. The area was gorgeous: beautiful ivy coloured the old bricks of the building, manicured green lawns, and walls of climbing flowers creating hidden little wonderlands throughout the grounds. Hobi held on to your hand as you pulled him down the path, admiring the excitement in your eyes from finally being outdoors.
You managed about half an hour before the rain started pelting down again. It came down in sheets and you were soaked immediately. You found shelter in a greenhouse a little way down the trail. The two of you had gone so far you could no longer see the house. Hobi glared at you playfully, silently reminding you that he had been against the walk, now the two of you were stuck there until the rain let up again. You meet his eyes a little sheepishly and he stifles a chuckle, trying to keep up his annoyed façade.
“I’m sorry Hobi, I didn’t think it’d start again so soon” your eyes drop to the floor, naturally submissive. He smiles seeing you so willing to submit to him.
“It’s okay love, I’m sure we can find a way to pass the time” his hands find their way your shoulders, applying slight pressure forcing you on to your needs “besides you look so great wet” his tongue drags along his lips as he takes in your clothing stuck to your figure, hair dripping into your eyes, and the feigned innocence in your eyes and you look up at him from your new position. The sight made his cock twitch impatiently. He unbuckles his belt and uses it to secure your hands in front of you. “Now be a good girl for me and make me feel good.”
You obey immediately, opening your mouth waiting for him to guide himself into your throat. He pushes his jeans to his ankles and his cock springs free, every time you see it your mouth waters. Nothing brings you more pleasure than serving your Hobi, making him moan while he calls you his good girl. You move forward, desperate to fill your mouth but he stops you.
“You know what my love, you’ve been so naughty getting us caught here like this maybe you don’t deserve a treat” he uses his own hand to pump his length. Positioned so close that you could lick it but you didn’t dare move if he told you know, the punishment wouldn’t have been worth it. “Maybe I should just make you watch as I make myself feel good.” The glint in his eye was evil as he pumped himself faster and faster maintaining eye contact and watching you squirm. He tensed nearing his high, the sight making you let out an involuntary whimper. This was a mistake. His hand came away from his dick and grasped your face instead. He squished your cheeks together uncomfortably and brought his face level with yours.
“Did I tell you that you could make noise love?” you shake your head slightly, unable to move anymore in his clutch. He takes his from your cheeks and forces two fingers in your mouth instead. “maybe I just need to stuff your pretty face to keep you quiet after all. He pumps his fingers in and out a few more times before removing them, quickly replacing them with his cock instead. Your hair is wrapped around his hand, so your head is immobile. He fucks into your skull relentlessly. Tears roll down your face landing on your already soaked jeans, and you gag around the intrusion. He doesn’t let up until he is ready for release. His thrusts slow as he cums down your throat. He pulls himself away from you mouth and crouches down to your level. He drags his thumbs under your eyes removing remaining tears and kisses you deeply.
“You’re amazing baby” he whispers, his forehead pressed against yours “Now lets get you out of these wet clothes and take care of you.”
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feelings | 8.5
“Welcome to my dorm~” You say, moving out of the way to let Hobi walk in. He looks around, nodding his head.
“I know, it’s messy, but I didn’t really have much time to clean. I thought you’d be away from campus right now,” you say, closing the door and walking by him. When you texted, he happened to be right outside the dorm building. He laughs at you.
“It’s fine, really. The boys are much worse than this.” He sits down at the foot of your bed. “Is there a reason why you invited me over?”
“Yes! Actually. I wanted to talk with you,” you tell him as you sit down beside him. “I didn’t have anyone else to talk about it with and out of the group, I’d feel like you’d be the best person to help.”
“What is it about exactly?” Hobi asks, turning his body to face you. You could already tell that he would give you solid advice by the way he looks eager to listen.
“My feelings.. About Jungkook.. I- I usually talk to him about everything and … well this is about him so I can’t. And I can’t talk about this to Jin, because I feel like he’s helping him out and so his advice would be biased.” Hobi smiles at this, but you didn’t notice because you were looking away from his face. “And, well, Taehyung would want us to be together, so his advice wouldn’t be helpful at all. Lastly, I don’t know if Jimin would even give good advice! He’s good at math, but I just have a feeling he’d suck at this,” you say, turning back to look at Hobi. He has a big smile on his face now.
“What?” you ask him, awkwardly scratching your arm.
“Okay, well first of all, I’m honored that I’m the one you’re trusting with this. Which is a valid choice considering all the reasons you mentioned about the boys. They are correct. They made a group chat with all of us in it, without you, to help Jungkook out.”
“REALLY?” you yell out of surprise, making Hobi jump a little. “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry,” you say, putting your hand on his arm, letting out a giggle. You didn’t know he was jumpy. “But ugh, I knew it!”
“I saw the messages before I got here, they were texting in the group chat. I haven’t gotten to respond because your message popped up for me to come over. But I saw that Jungkook was a little upset that you left or he thinks he might’ve scared you off.”
“Noo, ugh, it’s not his fault, it’s mine,” you say, burying your face into your hands. You drag your hands down just slightly for your palms to cup your cheeks. “He was being his normal self but I was overthinking everything. And I’m sure the guys are giving him advice on what to do but it honestly felt like we were doing the same thing we always do. Does that make sense?
It’s just… now that I know that he likes me, they started feeling different. Like we always go on breakfast dates and cuddle when watching movies.. But for some reason my mind is going everywhere and I can’t focus on what we’re doing.”
“It seems like you’re starting to like him,” Hobi says. His face was serious.
“No,” you say.
“Is it wrong to like him?” Hobi asks you. You nod.
“He’s my best friend,” you say. “If I like him, I’d lose my best friend.”
“No you won’t. He likes you, and if you like him, you’d both like each other. You would have a best friend, and a boyfriend.”
“But what if something happens? What if our relationship doesn’t work out?”
“Then if you two have loved each other enough, you can just go back to being friends.”
“That sounds easier said than done,” you say with a slight laugh. “How can you go back to before like nothing happened.”
“Some people were able to go back to being just friends and end up perfectly fine,” Hobi says.
“That’s just some people. Just because it’s happened to someone, doesn’t mean it’ll happen to me.” Hobi quirks an eyebrow at you and starts to slowly smile.
You furrow your brows at him. “What…”
“I wasn’t going to mention it, but since you said that, I will,” he laughs. You started to get nervous. “When we were out getting ice cream yesterday, I asked you if Jungkook and you were together and you said no. Then I said, oh, you two would look like a cute couple and you laughed and said we could never be together and I said why not? and you said my friends in high school dated each other and it didn’t work out and it ended up breaking our friend group apart, i don’t want that to happen to me and Jungkook.” Your eyes widened as he said it word for word.
“You just said just because it’s happened to someone, doesn’t mean it’ll happen to me,” Hobi says. “What are you doing right now? You like him don’t you?”
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๑ part eight.five: word for word ๑
pairings: jungkook x reader
a/n: ♀️thoughts?
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feelings | 8
It was a Sunday morning and you spent it in bed, just about waking up.
*ding ding!*
You rubbed your eyes, feeling around under your blanket for your phone. It was Jungkook.
You put your phone down, sitting up as your door opened and a smiley Jungkook walked in.
“Good morning beautiful,” he says, sitting down right next to you. You gave him a sleepy smile. Your hair is tangled, the scrunchie was lost somewhere in the mess.
“Good morning ugly,” you replied, in which he shoves your shoulder in response.
“Wake up, we’re going out,” he says, you groan, scooting closer to him.
“I’m still a little sleepy,” you said, dropping your head on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around you and you sink into his warmth.
“Well we’re going to get food. Then we’re going to watch a movie, or binge watch a drama back in my dorm, whichever you want.” You lift up your head and look him straight in the face. Your noses are just about to touch each other.
“Why? What’s so special today?” You ask. Jungkook shrugs.
“I can’t spend time with my favorite girl?” You squint at him, pulling away from his hug. You cross your arms over your chest.
“You’re being reeeeeeaaaally weird today,” you said. “And the day had just started…”
He shrugs… again.
“Well there are 4 other guys in your life right now,” he says, referring to Jin, Jimin, Taehyung, and Hobi. “I need to make sure I stay on top.” That wasn’t the real reason, but that’s what he was telling you anyway.
“You’ll always be my number one,” you reassure him.
“Good,” he says. “Now get ready,” he says, pushing you out of bed.
“I can’t go out looking like this?” you joke. You were wearing an oversized shirt that was revealing one shoulder because of how loose it was. Your hair was coming out of a bun, the scrunchie, again, still lost. And lastly, you had some gunk in your eyes. “ I thought you said I looked beautiful.”
“You called me ugly so I took it back,” he says, reaching out to wipe your eye. He grimaces. “Plus, your breath stinks.”
“Alright, alright. I’ll be back,” you say, rolling your eyes, getting up and walking to your bathroom.
Jungkook waits until you close the door before going on his phone to the group chat Jin made. Without you in it.
“I’m ready, where are we going anyways,” you say, stopping right in front of him. Jungkook looks up from his phone and smiles at you.
“You look pretty,” he says. You nod.
“I know, let’s go,” you respond quickly, tugging his arm. Jungkook sighs as he swings his feet over your bed.
“We’re going to have breakfast at Pied Piper,” he tells you, swinging his arm over your shoulder. “Jin hyung’s cooking for us.”
“I thought he was off on the weekends?” You say, frowning. Jungkook shakes his head.
“Not today.”
-
The two of you wait for Jin to come by and take your order. You had your head hanging over the menu as you kept your hands warm between your legs.
Jungkook looks over at you and reaches his arm out. You notice and you look up, right when his hand touches your hair. He tucks it behind your ear.
“Are you okay?” He asks you. You nod.
“Just a little cold,” you tell him. Autumn is just about a few days away from its official start and it isn’t cold just yet. Although your seat was right under a vent that blew cold air. Jungkook looks up and sees the air conditioner.
“Do you want to switch seats?” He asks you, already standing up.
“No it’s okay, I’ll be fine,” you tell him. He’s about to sit back down when he makes eye contact with Jin.
“Your jacket,” he mouths, motioning to the jacket Jungkook was wearing. He wore jackets often, or long sleeves in general. It didn’t matter if it was hot out or not. Jungkook looks down at you and watches you as you continue to go over the menu. He then quickly takes off his jacket, walking over and putting it over your shoulders. You look up at him surprised. He ignores your expression and sits back down across from you, grabbing the menu and beginning to look at it. Trying to look effortless and cool.
“Jungkook you don’t have to–” You start, you sigh anyways when he looks up at you with his big, doe like eyes. “Thank you,” you say, pulling your arm through the sleeves. He smiles softly at you before looking back down at his menu.
Jungkook was always this nice to you, but today felt different.
Was it because now… You know that he likes you?
He said he’s liked you since high school, so it should be the same feeling but being aware of it felt so different.
It’s not the first time he’s called you beautiful, or touched your hair, or even given you his jacket. Heck, your closet is full of his sweatshirts that you have failed to return.
But he likes you.
And not just as friends.
So it’s different.
The same
yet different.
And now you’re confused.
“So what are you getting?” Jungkook asks you, closing his menu and distracting you from your thoughts. You look up at him in surprise. You weren’t really paying attention as you flipped through the menu. He was kind of on your mind. You furrow your brows at the thought.
“Uhh.. I don’t know. What should I get, what are you getting?” you ask, glancing back down at the menu. Jungkook laughs at you.
“Are you okay? You’re not being you right now,” he says. You shrug.
“I don’t know, it just kind of feels different.”
“What does?” He asks you.
“This,” you gesture to each other and to your surroundings.
“What do you mean? It’s us getting breakfast, we always get breakfast together. And it’s not like it’s our first time here,” he responds, with a smile.
“Yeah but… I don’t know, but it feels like a date. And not like a Yn and Jungkook bestie date but like a… date date. And I don’t know I feel nervous for some reason,” you respond truthfully.
Jungkook glares at you, then he quirks up one eyebrow.
“I mean, this is a normal bestie date. Unless you don’t want it to be,” he says. He smiles at you. That cocky smile he does whenever he’s being annoying. “Do you want it to be a date date?”
You scoff, feeling like it was a set up and the tables have been turned.
“I gave you my answer the other night Jeon Jungkook,” you say, lifting up the menu and hiding behind it. Jungkook laughs, looking up to the side to glance at his hyung. Jin gives him a thumbs up.
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After breakfast, the two of you were now at Jungkook’s dorm. The two of you decided on watching a drama instead of going to the movies. There weren’t any new movies out that you two haven’t watched yet, but Netflix does have plenty of dramas to choose from.
“Which one should we watch?” Jungkook asks you, clicking through the shows. He had his laptop on his lap while your cheek was pressed up against his arm.
“Ooh, that one looks interesting,” you said, pointing to “Her Private Life”.
“Okay we’ll watch it then.” He clicks on the drama, pushing the laptop back slightly as he sunk into the pillow behind him. He then lifts the arm that you were laying on, pulling you in instead. You snuggle into his chest as you two watch.
-
“Can you imagine having two completely different lives?” Jungkook says, referring to the main character of the show. “I mean, she’s basically Hannah Montana. If she takes off the hat and hoodie and puts on a blazer, she’s not ‘The Road to Sian’ anymore, she’d just be Deokmi.”
To be honest, you couldn’t focus on the show at all. All you could hear was Jungkook’s breathing and his heart beating. You don’t know why you were focusing so much on it.
“But would she as a fangirl be her true self, or would she as the curator be her true self…” Jungkook wonders out loud. “It could be both right?”
“Yeah… I guess so. I don’t know, I’m kind of confused with what’s going on,” you say, sitting up.
“Oh, do you not like it? We can change what we’re watching,” he says, quickly exiting out of the screen.
“No, it’s just,” you sigh. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m so off today.” You say, looking up at your best friend. He’s frowning, looking over at you with a very worried expression.
“Did anything happen? Do you want to talk about what’s on your mind?” he asks you, reaching for your hand. You grab it, shaking your head and smiling up at him.
“I’ll be okay, but maybe we can continue this another day?” You tell him. “I might just need some time to think.”
“Okay, uhh.. think about what?”
“I’ll let you know after I think it through,” you laugh, leaning over to him to give him a hug. “Thank you for this day. I really enjoyed it. My treat next time, okay?”
“Yeah,” he says, watching you pull away. You then get up and grab your things. “Okay.”
you
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๑ part eight: she’s flustered ๑
pairings: jungkook x reader
a/n: i feel like i do this all the time with my aus where yn is so confusing and so the reader gets confused but like the next few updates explains it all and so you won’t get confused anymore
does that make sense?
i feel like it’s been so long since i’ve done this, i don’t want you guys to be lost T.T
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feelings | 7
After a failed attempt at working on homework together, Jimin and you are now at his friend Jin’s apartment! Along with Taehyung and Jungkook of course. And one more friend you were about to meet.
“Did you bring it?” Jungkook asks you right when you enter the door. You nod, walking up to him and handing him his switch. “Thank youuu~” He says, immediately sinking into the couch next to Taehyung.
“Hi!” You hear someone say excitedly behind you. “I’m Hobi,” he says, already leaning in for a hug.
“Hi, I’m Yn,” you say, giggling.
“Yn!” Jin yells from the kitchen. “Are you hungry?” You peek behind Hobi and smile at Jin.
“Yes,” you say. Jungkook taps your leg with his foot.
“Sit next to me,” he says. You turn around, flopping down next to him. “How was the study sesh?”
“Well I spent half of it on my phone and so Jimin scolded me a lot,” you tell him, resting your head on his shoulder. You watch the television as Jungkook and Taehyung play Mario kart.
“She’s very stubborn,” Jimin says, pointing at you. Jungkook laughs, nodding in agreement.
“I just, really don’t like math,” you say. “… anymore.”
“You’re majoring in architecture,” Jimin says.
“Okay, and?” you answer back.
“I like her,” Hobi says, smiling at you before walking to the kitchen to help Jin. Your eyes follow him and you see Jin putting meat on a chopping board.
“WOAH. You’re cooking all that? For lunch?” You say, immediately getting up and following Hobi. Jimin passes by you and takes your spot on the couch.
“Yeah, why? Are you not as hungry?” Jin answers. You put your hand over your mouth in awe, not knowing he was a good cook.
I mean, you’re assuming he is by the way he was prepping everything.
You take out your phone and take a picture of him. He looks at you surprised.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“This makes you even hotter,” you say, snapping another picture. He laughs, getting embarrassed. He then raises his hand to hide his face from the camera. “I’m posting this on twitter,” you say, leaning over the counter.
“So nothing changed?” Taehyung asks, screaming right after Jungkook passed him in the game.
“Between me and Yn?” Jungkook asks, leaning forward and keeping his eyes locked on the screen. “Are you trying to distract me? I’m not going to let you win.”
“Of course not, but yes between you two.” Jimin turns to the two, looking back and forth between Jungkook and Taehyung.
“Wait, do you…” Jimin says, turning to Jungkook.
“Have feelings for Yn?” Jungkook says, “yeah.” Jimin nods.
“Yeah and he needs help with winning her heart,” Taehyung says. “Oh– OH!” He yells, slowly standing up as he passes Jungkook and crosses the finish line. “YES! WOO!”
“Oh,” Jimin says. “Does she know? Or..”
“Yeah… I told her last night after you dropped her off,” Jungkook says, sighing as he puts the switch down.
“Why do you look like that?” Taehyung says, looking at Jimin and furrowing his brows. “Don’t tell me you like her too.” Jungkook looks up and stares at Taehyung for a few seconds before turning to Jimin.
“Oh. It’s okay if you do. She doesn’t like me back anyways. I’m sure you two would hit it off,” Jungkook says, smiling at Jimin before standing up and going to where you were.
Taehyung punches Jimin’s arm, making him flinch.
“Ow,” Jimin says, rubbing his arm as he frowns at his best friend.
“You can’t like her,” Taehyung says. “That’s against the rules.”
“What rules?”
“The bro code! You can’t like another bro’s crush,” Taehyung explains. “That will ruin our friendship.”
“Yeah, I know, I won’t don’t worry,” Jimin says, turning to you. “I like her, but not in that way.”
“Then why did you react the way you did?” Jimin shrugs.
“I was just surprised I guess. I didn’t think any of them had feelings for each other. I was just thinking about how I probably made Jungkook uncomfortable when I’m around.”
“Is it because you’re really touchy around people you like,” Taehyung says, looking down at Jimin’s foot that is now on his lap.
“Yeah, I was literally holding her hand when he came up to us last night when I was dropping her off,” Jimin says, dropping his head on the couch. “I must’ve given him the wrong impression.. I have to tell him I don’t like her like that.”
“Wait, did you guys get the ice cream?” Hobi suddenly asks, looking at you with a worried expression. You felt your cheeks suddenly heat up.
“We forgot,” you whisper. “I’m sorry.” Jungkook laughs at you, shaking his head. Your eyes were big and your cheeks were noticeably more pink.
Hobi smiles at you, shaking his head. “It’s okay, we’ll just get some right now.” He then walks to the living room where the two boys were at and grabs his wallet and keys that were on the coffee table.
“Come, let’s buy ice cream,” Hobi says, gesturing for you and Jungkook. You and Jungkook were about to follow the older one when Jimin yelled.
“Jungkook!” The two of you froze and turned to him with both of your eyebrows raised. “Sorry,” Jimin says with a small laugh. “Yn, you can go with Hobi hyung, Jungkook, stay.”
Jungkook looks at you and you nod.
“He said stay Jungkook, be a good boy and listen to your hyung,” you joke, pushing him towards the boys on the couch. Jungkook glares at you as he walks towards Jimin.
“See you guys later,” you yell, walking out with Hobi.
“And again, I’m cooking alone,” Jin mumbles to himself, looking at the half chopped vegetables that Hoseok was helping with.
“I’ll help hyung,” Taehyung says, standing up and running next to Jin.
“I don’t like Yn,” Jimin says, loud enough for Jin to hear from the kitchen. Not that the kitchen was far from the living room. Actually, the only thing that separated the kitchen from the living room was the kitchen counter.
“You don’t like her?” Jin asks. “Why not? I think she’s great. She’s funny, she’s sweet, and she tells me that I’m good looking.” Jin finished it off by winking at Jimin. Taehyung laughs beside him.
“Yeah you’re right, she is funny. I think that last part that you just said was her best joke.” Jin turns and glares at the younger boy.
“Keep chopping those carrots.”
“No, not like that. I like her, she’s great. I meant that I don’t like her in a romantic way,” Jimin explains. “It might’ve come off wrong, I don’t want you to think I was trying to hit on her or anything. I’m sorry if it did look like it.” Jungkook shakes his head.
“No, it’s okay, don’t worry about it. If you do ever grow feelings for her, don’t let me stop you. I just want the best for her.”
Taehyung quirks an eyebrow at the two. He scoffs, rolling his eyes.
“Jungkook, you’re too nice! Stop that, go fight for your girl!” He yells, holding the knife up. Jin’s eyes widens as he reaches around Taehyung and slowly brings his arm down.
“That’s enough of you in this kitchen, go sit down, thank you,” he says, pushing the younger boy away.
“Anyways,” Jin says. “Can someone explain to me what’s going on? What am I watching here?”
“Jungkook likes Yn. Jimin likes Yn as a friend but you know how Jimin is with his friends. He’s very touchy,” Taehyung explains while he walks to the couch. “Jimin found out like ten minutes ago that Jungkook has feelings for Yn and felt bad that Jungkook might’ve thought that he was trying to flirt with his crush because he was caught holding her hand last night, but really, Jimin was just being Jimin. And so Jimin is explaining to Jungkook that he only likes Yn as a friend. But Jungkook is too nice and is saying it’s okay if he does end up liking her in the future. Because he confessed to Yn last night and Yn didn’t feel the same way. He says that he just wants her to be happy so if Jimin is the one that can do that, then he’s okay with it. Even if it breaks his little heart.”
Jungkook blinks at Taehyung and Jimin laughs at the newbie.
“Taehyung’s favorite pastime is being a hopeless romantic. He lives for these moments. He really wants you to be the one that makes Yn happy.”
“Ooh, so the little one doesn’t know what to do with his feelings now does he?” Jin says.
“Yeah, I don’t. I didn’t really know what it would be like if I ever did confess to her,” Jungkook says. “It was either we ended up together, stayed friends, or stopped being friends.” He shrugs, “I was always scared it would be the last one so I never did it. But now that I did and we’re just friends… I don’t know how to get rid of the feelings right away.”
“You can’t just get rid of feelings after having them for so long– assuming you have liked her for a while,” Jin says. Taehyung nods.
“Since high school,” he answered for Jungkook.
“Then don’t give up. I’m sure if she stayed with you for this long, she’s bound to have some feelings,” Jin says.
“Okay, but, and I’m just playing the devil’s advocate here,” Jimin says. “I’m seriously rooting for you two. But let’s just say, what if she doesn’t?” He says, crossing his arms and looking back and forth between the three guys. “A guy and a girl can be friends. It’s happened before.”
“That’s true,” Jungkook says. “For anything, I could just be a brother to her.” Taehyung winces at the thought.
“Jungkook, you two have so much potential,” Jin says. “I’m sure she’ll end up falling for you eventually. Now that she knows that you like her, it’s in her head. She’ll notice all the little things you do with her and she’ll start to realize that she actually wants to be with you. Trust me.”
“But what if she doesn’t,” Jimin says, resting his head on his hand.
“Are you sure you don’t like her?” Taehyung says. He pushes Jimin slightly. “Who’s side are you on?”
“Okay, I’ll stop, I’m sorry. Hyung?”
“Okay, okay,” Jin says, wiping his hands on a towel. “So this is what you’ll do.”
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๑ part seven: be a good boy ๑
pairings: jungkook x reader
a/n: i’m going to say this now before anyone comes at me in the future LOL but guys and girls can be friends without any romantic feelings!! for the sake of this au and my hopeless romantic self, that isn’t going to apply in my bts ff universe okay :) lol at least for the two main characters
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feelings | 6
(images and text alternate!!) warning!!: math
taehyung & jungkook’s text messages
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It was 8 in the morning and you were, for the most part, awake and in a cafe. This time with Jimin and you two were doing math homework together.
Yes, math on a Saturday morning. It was so shocking to you that you had to tweet it.
Okay, you didn’t have to, but you needed an excuse to get on your phone because this was getting boring.
You snap a quick picture of Jimin with your books and work on the table, quickly typing up a caption and posting the tweet. Replying to yourself right under it.
Jimin looks up and sees you smiling down at your phone. Glancing at your screen, he sees that you’re on twitter. He quickly pulls out his phone and finds your tweet, smiling at himself as he comments on your post to catch your attention.
Right when his comment pops up, you look up and glare at him. And all he does is just smile sweetly at you before popping one earphone in his ear and going back to his work book.
You sigh, putting your phone down. You grab your pencil again and tap it on the table as you read the next problem on your worksheet.
You blink at it for a few seconds before glancing up at Jimin. He’s focused on his own work so you quickly grab your phone and slip it underneath the table.
You text Jungkook.
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Jungkook was currently with Taehyung and his friends. Which quickly became his friends as well. Seokjin and Hoseok aka Jin hyung and Hobi hyung.
The four were walking up to Jin’s apartment when Jungkook’s phone dinged three times in a row.
“Woah, who’s texting you so much?” Hobi asks Jungkook as he takes his phone out of his pocket. Jungkook looks at his screen and smiles when he sees that it’s you and that you’re looking for him and want to hang out. Even though you told him that you were spending the morning with Jimin.
“Is it Yn?” Taehyung asks. “Can I text her back?” Jungkook furrows his brows.
“What are you going to say?” He asks, handing him the phone anyways. The other two boys gather around Taehyung as he types a response. Even taking a quick picture to send to you.
“Here,” Taehyung says, handing Jungkook back the phone. “I’m going to make us six a groupchat.”
Jungkook takes his phone back, reading through the responses Taehyung wrote to you. He laughs at them and smiles when you text again, asking for him.
“Welcome to my apartment,” Jin says, opening the door and letting the boys in. Jungkook looked around in awe.
Jin’s the oldest out of the 4 of them and everyone else still lived in dorms so it was cool that he lives in an apartment of his own.
He also had a lot of cool toys and gadgets lying around.
“Make yourself comfortable,” Jin says, patting Jungkook’s back. The other two were already laying on his couch.
“Come sit over here Jungkookah,” Hobi calls, patting the seat next to him.
Jungkook follows his new hyung and sits next to him before replying to your messages. He couldn’t help but smile at your replies but it disappears when you say that you had to go.
–
Jimin catches you on your phone once again and scolds you for not doing your work.
“You should put your messages on “Do not disturb” so you don’t get distracted by any messages.” He said. “I always keep mine on it because my friends like to spam on our groupchat.”
“Okay, I’m sorry, but let me just post something real quick,” you say, holding up a finger to him. Jimin laughs shaking his head.
“Yn, I thought you wanted to do our work together so that you can focus and have someone to hold you accountable,” he says. You smile at him sheepishly.
“I know I know, I’m sorry. Studying or doing work in general is just so hard for me. Especially if it’s a subject I don’t particularly like.”
“I understand, I’m the same with History. You just need to be more strict with yourself, let’s just keep working for a few more minutes and we can call it a day.” You nod, about to put your phone away when Taehyung’s replies pops up.
“Oh, Taehyung messaged me,” you say. Jimin sighs, dropping his head. He nods and closes his workbook and you look up at him confused.
“Wait, why are you packing up?”
“It’s Taehyung, you won’t get anything done now for sure,” he says.
“So I guess we have mutual friends now huh,” Jimin says as you two walk out of the cafe together.
“I guess so,” you say. “Guess we’ll be spending more time together.”
“Great,” he says, smiling at you with those darn moon eyes. You quickly slap your cheeks to hide the blush and he laughs, putting his arm around your shoulders as he walks you to his car.
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๑ part six: do not disturb ๑
pairings: jungkook x reader
a/n: bringing in the new friends!!! also i have no idea how to solve that calc problem, i got this online LOL just like yn, i did not do well in that class either i mean, i passed but idk math anymore
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feelings | 11.5
my kookie ❤️: currently thinking of you guys… good night …
taehyung: i .. miss you.. and.. i love you mwuah
hobi: caN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU IN THE MORNING
feelings
๑ part eleven.five: what if ๑
pairings: jungkook x reader
a/n: the app i use for the text messaging doesn’t have voice memos so i was just sending my sister voice memos of me singing and making noises so i can edit it over
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feelings | 11
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You and Jungkook walked together, side by side, when you bump into Jimin in front of the boys’ dorm building.
“Is Taehyung still inside?” Jimin asks the two of you. You shrug your shoulders.
“I guess so, he said to meet us out here,” Jungkook answers.
“I think the coffee he drank is making his stomach act up,” you say. Jimin shakes his head.
“I told him Magic Shop sells tea and hot chocolate too but he never listens,” Jimin tells you two. “Let’s just wait out here for him, the room probably stinks.”
“Hey!” Taehyung yells, running from behind you three. Taehyung punches Jimin’s shoulder, making him wince. “I heard you. And for your information,” he points at his best friend, “the room smells like lavender. I sprayed it before I left.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at their interaction. “Uh, okay guys, should we get going?”
“Oh yeah, I’ll just ride with you three so we can just take one car,” Jimin says, starting to walk. “Is Hoseok hyung going by himself?”
“He’s stopping by Pied Piper to get the keys to Jin hyung’s place since he’s still working,” Jungkook answers.
“Ohh..”
“Yeah, but we’re stopping by 7/11 first to get some snacks,” Taehyung says. “Then maybe we can get something to drink at Magic Sho–”
“NO!” you all say in unison. Taehyung frowns.
“Let’s work on one relationship at a time, yeah?” Jimin whispers to him. Taehyung’s eyes widened slightly, he nodded his head, sending Jimin an ‘ok’ sign with his hand.
—
Meanwhile..
Hoseok parks his car and quickly walks up to Pied Piper. Stepping in, he’s immediately greeted by Jin.
“Hello welco– oh you’re here quick,” Jin says, reaching into his pocket. “Here.”
“Thanks hyung,” Hobi says, taking the keys from the older one. “What time are you working till?”
“Uhh,” Jin turns to look at the clock. “Probably half an hour more? Don’t worry though, I’ll just catch up–”
“Oh! Jin!” Someone calls from behind him. It was Mr. Bang, his boss. “Is that a friend of yours?” Hoseok moves his head to the side and sees a shorter man with small eyes and round glasses smiling up at him.
“Oh, yes. This is Hoseok, Jung Hoseok,” Jin introduces. Hoseok bows at the older man, politely shaking his hand.
“Nice to meet you,” Hobi says, smiling back at him.
“Your probably the one he’s always texting,” Mr. Bang says, turning to playfully glare at Jin. “He’s always saying ‘sorry, my best friend is texting me’.” Mr. Bang laughs. “I let him though, because if my best friend was texting me, I have to text them back right away. If it was just a friend, then I can reply later.” Hobi laughs at his explanation, covering his mouth.
“Wah.. Your boss is cool,” he says to Jin. Mr. Bang turns to Jin with a pleasing smile.
“I like him,” he says. Jin smiles at him, not knowing he needed approval from his boss. It felt like he was introducing a girlfriend to his parents.
“Uh, sir, Hoseok is actually going to my place right now since my friends want to hang out. Will… it be okay if I leave earlier?” Jin asks. He doesn’t usually ask for anything and complies with everything he’s told to do. Mr. Bang seemed to be in a good mood today so he gave it a shot.
“Oh sure! It’s a bit slow this evening so it should be okay,” he says. “Plus, we have extra help now since Hyejin is here.” He turns around and the new girl’s head turns to the three when she hears her name. She points to herself, her eyebrows raised. She quickly walks to the group.
“Hi,” she says. “Do you need anything?” Mr. Bang chuckles.
“No no, we’re just talking. Seokjin here is going to leave early to hang out with his friends. I think he deserves it. He has been working extra to train you these past few days.” Mr. Bang puts a hand on her shoulder. “And we all know how stressful that was.”
“Aw, don’t leave yet!” she says, her eyebrows scrunching together. “You’re like my emotional support buddy at work.” Jin’s eyebrows raise and he scoffs. The vein on his neck popping out. “I don’t want to work alone,” she says, scratching her arm.
“Good luck,” Hoseok says, patting Jin’s back. “It was nice to meet you again sir,” he says, bowing to Mr. Bang. Hoseok quickly runs off before anything else happens. He’s seen Jin annoyed before and he doesn’t want to be there when Hyejin gets on his last nerve.
Hoseok rolls his eyes, turning back and running into the restaurant to where the three are still standing.
“Oh- Hoseokie,” Mr. Bang says. The two younger ones look at you.
“Sorry sir, but me and Jin have to go. Our friends are waiting,” Hobi says, grabbing Jin’s wrist.
“I told you you can go,” Mr. Bang says, pushing Jin towards the door. Hobi pulls Jin by the wrist and runs off to his car.
“Aw,” Hyejin says. Mr. Bang turns to her.
“You’ll be fine,” he says.
“I’ll remember this moment when my friends want to hangout with me too,” she says, waving her index finger.
—
“So what are we going to watch?” You ask Taehyung as you open a bag of honey butter chips. Jimin extends his arm out to you for some and you tilt the opening of the bag towards him.
“I don’t know which one to choose so we’re going to watch a compilation on youtube and see which one sparks your interest,” Taehyung says, pressing the remote and clicking his ‘watch later’ playlist.
—
“O-oh my gosh,” Taehyung says, covering his mouth. You laugh, looking at the boys’ reaction to the video you all were watching.
It was the second compilation video Taehyung put up and you found it funny thinking that these are what these guys do behind closed doors.
Jungkook had his eyes locked on the screen as well, a hand on his heart.
“Aww I want to get good night voice messages,” Taehyung says.
Jungkook turns to him and says,”We can send it to each other on the groupchat.” He laughs before saying. “Good night, love you bro.” Taehyung laughs as he turns to Jungkook making him laugh as well, even Jimin falls into Taehyung’s lap, laughing.
“I’m going to expect to receive one tonight,” Jimin tells him.
Now you all were watching a scene from Love Alarm where the male lead asks for the female lead’s hand in class. Everyone is watching and reacting to the two. The female lead then asks why and the male lead answers saying he wants to hold her hand. He then proceeds to pull her out of class.
It doesn’t sound like anything special.
But for some reason these types of things just give you butterflies?
Well not you, but the boys think it’s so cool.
“Has that ever happened to you in class Yn?” Hobi asks you. “You know, back in high school?”
You shake your head no. “I didn’t date in high school.”
“Would you have been uncomfortable or weirded out if it did happen to you? I always wondered how people would feel in real life if these things were to happen,” Jin asks next.
“I mean it’s nothing special,” you say with a slight laugh. “He just takes her out of the classroom, that’s it.” Taehyung quirks an eyebrow at you.
“Let’s try it then,” he says. “Jungkook, get up.” He slaps Jungkook’s thigh, telling him to stand up. You follow Jungkook with your eyes as he complies.
You didn’t think much of it, Jungkook and you do skinship all the time and so it’s nothing that will make you fall to your knees.
“Put this on,” Jin says, grabbing a watch from his side table.
“Why?” you ask, watching him put it on your wrist.
“It’s a heart rate monitor, we’ll be able to tell if it makes your heart beat faster so you can’t lie,” he says, winking at you. You scoff.
“I don’t have to lie, it won’t make a difference.”
“Alright Jungkook,” Taehyung says, motioning towards you.
“What do you want me to do,” Jungkook asks innocently.
“Do what Song Kang did,” he says, referring to the male lead. “Let your inner actor out, deep breath, and—” Jungkook inhales and exhales. This makes you laugh. “Action!”
“Yah,” Jungkook says, looking at you. You put your hand up to your mouth, trying not to laugh. The corner of his lip twitches as he tries not to smile at you because, let’s be honest, it was a little silly.
“Give me your hand,” Jungkook says, following the scene. You tilt your head up at him.
“Why?” You ask.
“I want to hold your hand,” Jungkook says. The boys “ooh’d” like the kids in the show. You put your hand on his and Jungkook pulls you as he walks a few steps. The two of you burst out laughing right after.
“How’d you feel,” Taehyung says, smiling at you. You shake your head at him, trying to stop laughing.
“I feel the same, what do you expect?” Jin grabs your wrist and sees your heart rate was just a little bit higher. From laughing. Jin shakes his head at the younger one.
“Hm. Okay,” he says. “Maybe we can try another scene.”
“Okay! But you be the girl this time and I want Hobi to be the guy,” you hop up and down, getting excited. “Then Jin and Jimin will have a turn and then we’ll all switch.” The boys all look at each other. Jungkook was nodding, giving you a high five because he liked the idea. The other four looked at each other, shaking their heads while Jimin tried not to laugh as their plan backfired.
“Uh we’ll watch more videos for now and we can keep in mind the scenes we want to do,” Jin says, taking the remote from the couch and pressing play.
—
The boys continued to watch and you were more entertained with their reactions than the videos they had playing. You felt that it was going to take long for the six of you to actually watch something so you went on your phone to search for some fast watch dramas instead.
The boys kept screaming and hugging each other and were shoving you into the side of the couch. You groan, pushing them away and hop onto the table beside it.
They don’t notice for a while.
“I’m going to get snacks,” you say, hopping off of the table. You wipe the area you sat on with a napkin, looking at Jin while you do so. He nods, closing his eyes and giving you a thumbs up.
“Can you get me some more of the honey butter chips?” Jungkook turned to ask you. You nod, walking to the kitchen.
Jungkook looks down at his phone and starts texting in the “jungkook’s hyungs” group chat. Everyone then starts going on their phone as well, replying back with their master plan. The room was filled with only the sounds of the television
You come back, shaking your head at the boys. “Here,” you said, handing Jungkook the chips he asked for. He thanks you and puts his phone down before you can see it.
When the boys all got off of their phones, you suggested the drama “Business Proposal” to watch. It was only 12 episodes long and it was a romcom. It should be an easy and fun watch.
Jin went on his Netflix and found it, already playing the first episode.
“Sit next to me,” Jungkook says, patting the seat next to him. You were already sitting next to Jin and Hobi so you said you were okay. Jin notices and quickly makes eye contact with Jungkook.
“Ah, Yn,” Jin says, contorting his face. “It’s been a long day and my back hurts a bit. I think I should lay down. Can you move to the other couch please?” Hobi looks over at Jin and bites his lip in an attempt to not laugh. He was making all these faces while holding onto his lower back.
“Aigoo, hyung, should I move too?” Hobi says, pushing himself up.
“No you’re fine,” Jin says, bringing his feet up onto the couch and placing it on Hoseok’s lap. “Massage my feet though while it’s there.” Hoseok grimaces, grabbing onto the edge of Jin’s pant leg and pulling it away.
“Hyung, they stink,” he says.
“Just sit here,” Jungkook says again, patting the space next to him. You walk up next to your best friend, about to sit down when Jimin smirks, pushing Taehyung into Jungkook as he also brings his feet up onto the couch. He curls himself up and leans onto Taehyung. Taehyung is confused by the sudden shove, clicking his tongue.
“Why’d you have to push me?” Taehyung says in annoyance, pulling his arm up from under Jimin’s head. Jimin pokes his side and nods his head to you and Jungkook.
“Aigoo, Y/n’s heart rate is going up,” Jin says, grabbing your wrist.
Jimin pushed Taehyung in time to slide Jungkook into the space you were about to sit on, so you, perfectly fit on his lap. You can feel your face turning every shade of red.
“Oh-” Jungkook says, holding onto your waist. Your heart beats faster. He moves his head from the side and looks up at you.
“Are you okay?” He asks you. You take a breath and smile at him.
“Yeah I’m fine, you just surprised me that’s all,” you answer. Jungkook nods, looking back at the two boys sitting next to him. They both look away when he turns.
“Hey guys, can you scoot a bit so Yn can sit?” Jungkook says. Jimin turns his head and looks at the younger one.
“Oh I’m already comfortable,” he answers. Taehyung brings his finger up to his lips.
“Shh, it’s starting, pay attention,” Taehyung says.
You can hear Jungkook swallow as he still holds you on his lap.
“I’ll just sit on the floor,” you say, putting your feet down to get up. Jungkook pulls back when you do.
“Your butt’s going to get sore if you sit there. Just stay here,” Jungkook says, adjusting himself on the couch.
“Okay, fine,” you say, fixing yourself into a more comfortable position. You then lay your head onto his shoulder and wrap one hand behind his torso. You can hear his heart beat faster and you smile. It drops when you remember the watch Jin put on your wrist.
You quickly try to take it off.
—
As you watch episode after episode, you all are already immersed into the drama. It was fun to watch and you adored the characters so much.
Although, with all the laughing and chatting, you didn’t notice that Taehyung was actually paying more attention to you and Jungkook than the drama itself.
feelings
๑ part eleven: bully yn day ๑
pairings: jungkook x reader
a/n: this reminds me of when we do that thing in tmbmil series when they meet someone new and so they have a mandatory hangout, y’all remember?
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feelings
๑ part ten: favorite romance tropes ๑
pairings: jungkook x reader
a/n: no because, @ jin’s comment, as someone who’s struggling, i’m still waiting for a handsome male lead to come and ruin my life while fixing it at the same time
pls, i just realized that’s lowkey literally bts as i finished writing that ^^
okay correction, 7 handsome men have already came to ruin my life while simultaneously fixing it
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✩Grace ✩
↳You come to realize that your highschool sweetheart and you just aren’t meant to be when his attractive best friend walks back into town and sweeps you off your feet.
pairing: model!jimin x teacher!reader
genre: smau, crack/humor, fluff, drama
updates:tbd
series: unfortunate beginnings
status:ongoing
a/n: round 2 my dudes✌I’m really excited for this au since it’s the beginning of a little project I’m working on! there’s gonna be a lot of drama/borderline slight angst(?) anyway let me know if you wanna be on the tag list and I hope y’all have fun reading and enjoy!!
intro: profiles
part 1~kid cooties
part 2~current status
main masterlist
Dive
Jungkook x reader
Warnings: Smut, strong language,
Subject: Smut, Angst
Anonymous said to :
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.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Jungkook…”
professor kim namjoon
OK so. hear me out. in this funky college AU you have to move in with your brother (hoseok)’s bff namjoon because you’ve just moved to seoul from gwangju and namjoon’s the only other person you know
intellectual himbo (aka namjoon) is a prof at seouldae. and in your memories, he’s this objectively cool guy who goes skiing in the alps during christmas break and memorized 40 digits of pi
except, see, in namjoon’s memories, you’re still a four-year old kid who literally cries at everything WHICH IS WHY even though he is generally cool as a cucumber around you, the second you make a slightly risqué joke, namjoon’s low EQ professor hat launches into a sex ed sermon no one understands. so you roll your eyes and play on your phone and then namjoon starts lecturing about phones because the only thing he does is ride his dumb bike and read
and like for 2.5 days it’s fine. the two of you sort it out. (table read:
- namjoon is traumatized by his friend’s four-year old sister making dirty jokes
- you live in a general state of annoyance because namjoon’s giant fucking body blocks every entrance in which he attempts to exist)
BUT THEN ONE FATEFUL DAY, namjoon breaks his razor and ~temporarily uses your leg razor to shave. but he forgets to clean it and leaves beard specs in the blades, yielding you no choice but to revenge march from the shower into his room and dump water into his bed (in your tiny towel) (very tiny towel) (but it’s fine because you have officially ahjusshi zoned namjoon)
—
so the next morning the two of you both show up at school with eye bags
yoongi asks namjoon what’s wrong
namjoon says, without looking up from his book, “a spawn of satan moved in”
—
all your friends think he’s INCREDIBLY hot, like they actually always want to study group at your house just so they can moon at professor kim
and everyone thinks he’s into you
but you’re just like lmfao “get out, he’s old and gross and sings in the shower”
and namjoon just picks a booger and flicks it to you and tells you to “do your fucking homework, toddler”
“passive aggressive asshole,” you shout after him, and rip off your sock and throw it at him
“wow, you like him back,” jimin says
“please,” you snort, genuinely offended, as a Person of Taste
—
let it be known though that the status quo is generally not terrible. specifically, living with your professor has its perks.
“hey, namjoon” you smile, sweet
“yeah”
you scoot a little closer, “you’re really handsome”
namjoon lifts his brows and sighs, unimpressed, “what do you want”
“do you have a hint for the last question on this assignment,” you ask, puppy-eyed, aegyo on max
“what doesn’t kill you makes you smarter,” namjoon informs you
you sneer and bash your head against the wall “ass”
“stop hurting your head,” namjoon tells you, “you can’t afford to lose more brain cells”
“you virgin, this is why you never get laid”
namjoon just laughs and winks at you
you gape, disgusted and horrified, “ew, god,” and slam your door shut
—
namjoon does a lot of not thinking around you.
most of the not thinking is about your sex life.
which you fully possess, judging by the weird noises coming out of your bedroom at night.
and at day.
and at 7AM in the morning, while namjoon is making his morning coffee and trying to grade your C- midterm–
and actually, WHY IS A FOUR-YEAR OLD HAVING SEX WHEN SHE SHOULD BE STUDYING TO NOT FAIL HIS IMPORTANT CLASS–
anyways no. it’s fine. namjoon doesn’t care.
—
but then one day you break up with your boyfriend because he’s 19 and an asshole the way 19-year olds sometimes are. so you come home crying and namjoon asks you what’s wrong
and you’re like “I dumped taehyung”
and namjoon just sighs and pats your back and says, without looking up from his book, “good job”
then you burst into tears
namjoon just puts your face into his shoulder, the way he always did when you were a kid, and you use his shirt as a tissue
“this is a new shirt,” namjoon reminds you, gently
“shut up,” you sob, blowing all your snot and issues into his cashmere-wool blend, “also I need a hug”
so namjoon hugs you
“men are trash,” you decide
“all trash,” he agrees, patting your head, until you fall asleep on his shoulder
—
“why are you not in class” namjoon texts you
“cramps”
“leg cramps?”
“eat shit and die you fucking idiot” you respond
namjoon doesn’t answer
then a few hours later, namjoon’s home, dropped off take out and a hot water bag and pain killers and tampons and awkwardly runs off before you can say thanks
“low eq,” you mutter
but your face
why is it smiling
—-
six months later, namjoon still does a LOT of lecturing about career planning but after all of that he is still the dude who picks your drunk ass up from the club when you go out with your ~bicurious friend jungkook
and, even though you didn’t ask for it, he is also the dude who holds your hair as you barf in the toilet
but only the next morning do you figure out he didn’t sleep last night because he had to write a grant proposal but spent 80% of the evening holding your hair
“uh,” you mumble, mildly ashamed, and hand him a coffee. “sorry”
he just tosses a hangover drink at you without looking in your direction “drink some water toddler”
—
jungkook asks you out again
namjoon takes the phone out of your hand and writes out, “no."
"why,” you start
“because,” he says, then doesn’t continue
“because what!!!” you yell after him, “jungkook’s cute, jackass!!! you’re ruining my future!!!”
“do your homework for once!!” he yells back, “or else you’ll have no future, dumbass!!!!”
“lick my balls!!!” you scream after him “I’m going to be a trophy wife!!!”
“grow some first!!!” he screams back “toddler!!!"
—
“are you playing hard to get,” jungkook texts you later
you debate it, and because you’re honestly a bit of a brat, “yah”
“lol,” he writes, “wanna come over?”
“hmm,” you write, rolling in your bed. "maybe”
—
jungkook texts you to let you know you’re pretty in that special genuine jungkook way, and you preen a little and bat your eyes at your phone, and there are shoujo anime flowers blooming into a whole glittery wallpaper behind you, on the front of which is namjoon’s stoney, unimpressed face
and namjoon’s stoney face says, “stop flirting and study, numb nuts. that kid’s too dumb for you.”
“just tell me what’s on the exam,” you beg
“that would be cheating,” namjoon says
“jackass,” you flip him the bird, “boring”
“I raised you better than this!” he calls after you
—
you don’t ever think of him as a man though, because you grew up together.
and he’s hoseok’s best friend, which makes any kind of relationship with him weirdly incestuous by default.
and he’s got a cool girlfriend and, compared to her, you’re just the snotty nosed kid on the block who his mom forced him to baby sit
and he likes to joke that he used to have to change your diapers or whatever the fuck while he steals bites of your toast (as you’re eating it)
…and he likes to wipe his wet hands on his shirt
…and he looks like a slob
“nasty,” you tell jimin
“hot,” jimin corrects you
—
PhD candidate min yoongi says, “she’s smart”
“yeah” namjoon agrees
“long legs”
namjoon nods, “I guess”
“she’s pretty”
namjoon narrows his eyes, “she’s ok”
“you have her number?” yoongi asks
namjoon crosses his arms, “you won’t like her”
and yoongi asks, reasonably, “why?”
so namjoon says, “she has small tits.”
yoongi frowns. “I like small tits. you know this. big tits intimidate me.”
and namjoon explodes. “STOP OBJECTIFYING WOMEN, GOD!!!"
—
anyways, come February, namjoon’s celebrating valentine’s with his hot girlfriend and you’ve just been dumped by boyfriend #234. and it’s not like you meant for namjoon to know, but somehow he finds out.
so he leaves his cool doctor girlfriend in the middle of their date and comes rushing to drive you home in the rain
but you, being a sane person, refuse to get in the car
so namjoon just slowly drives beside you, holding up 105948109283 cars behind him (and every other car drives by cussing at him, and then namjoon cusses back, and now you HAVE to get into the car because you can’t be the asshole holding up half of gangnam)
and namjoon helps you get into the car, like he actually comes OUT of his car (despite the heavy rain) to open your door and throw your backpack into the backseat
and you’re annoyed, you’re SO ANNOYED BY THIS EMBARRASSING AHJUSSHI
except the rain that’s pouring down is sticking to his shirt, lining his back, his spine, the flex of his muscles
then he gets into the car and leans over you, half over your lap as he reaches for his gym bag under your feet and takes out his towel
and you can feel the heat of his chest through his shirt on your thighs
and your heart’s in your fucking mouth
because. was he always hot like this.
(answer: yes)
—
you go home and snoop through his photo album, pictures of the three musketeers through elementary and high school (hoseok and seokjin and namjoon), and for some reason all you can see is namjoon’s broad fucking chest and his dumb dimples
and you find that picture of him carrying you on his back and, in that picture, you’re crying because there’s a scratch on your knee
and then you find another picture of namjoon kissing you on the forehead
you touch your forehead
and you think about namjoon’s mouth, in that weird incestuous way that makes your skin crawl, because WHAT IS YOUR BRAIN DOING–
and you can’t fall asleep
—
the next morning you don’t want to go to class
so you show up late
with sunglasses
namjoon flicks a chalk at you, hits you right on the forehead
a group of guys snort and you slump into your seat, shooting them unhinged bitch vibes so they stop and pretend like they saw nothing
"shit eating assholes,” you call them
“language,” namjoon says, up by the podium, then without blinking an eye, “turn to page 534”
and you can’t hear a thing because you… can’t stop staring at his back.
fuck.
—
but like, it’s actually logically weird, because you’re logically not supposed to find him attractive.
like how you’re not supposed to find hoseok attractive. or. or a bear attractive.
so you text jungkook again, because man-thot jungkook will help you forget
you dress up in a tight tank and shorts, strategically designed to help jungkook in his mission to wipe your RAM–
and run into namjoon in the doorway
namjoon just stares. and grits his jaw.
“I’ll be back late,” you tell him quickly, brushing past
he keeps staring
—
“namjoon tells me to tell you to put a jacket on or something,” hoseok texts you
“it’s like 36C out” you text back
“idk,” hoseok sends back “just do it, he’s getting annoying”
you don’t.
three hours later, professor kim seokjin calls you.
“YAH, PUT ON A JACKET,” he shouts, then hangs up.
—
the date with jungkook is fun, you laugh and dance and jimin’s there and the three of you are just grinding it up on the dance floor
but namjoon’s right, jungkook’s so… simple
so boring
he doesn’t even know what machevallian means
you text namjoon, bored, as the three of you kimchi squat outside the convenience store, sharing the same carton of banana milk
namjoon leaves you on read
“send me home” you tell jungkook
then when jungkook goes in for a kiss, you just pat his head “good dog”
—
suddenly, one day, just as you’re starting to find namjoon unattractive again, namjoon stops touching you
“what’s wrong” you ask him, scooting closer
namjoon scoots away faster, face red
“hey,” you start, about to blow in his ear
namjoon whips around so fast he almost bashes his face into yours
but this somehow sends him recoiling into the ground, as if you’re a live vessel of the actual bubonic plague
“i… i have… work…” he says, then scampers away
“yah!“ you shout after him, "your ice cream!”
“you eat it!” namjoon yells back
then as you’re just starting to eat it, namjoon hurries back and takes his spoon away, “I have cooties”
you stare. “what.”
“I,” namjoon starts, then looks really, abjectly, horribly confused
you narrow your eyes. "cooties.”
—
jimin comes over to do yoga because the studio’s closed
and you do it with him
except your fit is tight
skin. tight.
and namjoon, like a bird to glass, keeps running into walls
“he doesn’t like you, sure,” jimin mutters, stretching into baby cobra
you pluck off your headphones. “what?”
“I mean my hamstrings are killing me,” jimin says, bright
—
then namjoon’s mom forces him on a blind date because his cool doctor girlfriend decided she needs more than a boyfriend who ditches her to take care of his best friend’s sister
and namjoon, because he’s unversed in such things as women and dating and catfishes, seeks your sage advice
so you shit on the 50910238 girls in his portfolio. and he listens to you and dumps them. all of them.
one of them is seulgi, the idol, from red velvet.
three things happen:
- seokjin texts namjoon, three seconds later, ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE, YOU DUMPED SEULGI???
- hoseok shows up at the front door, and offers to drive namjoon to therapy. “you’re not insane,” he claims, whisking namjoon away. “this is just preventative.”
- namjoon’s mom calls you, desperate, “HELP MY SON, HE’S GOING TO DIE ALONE”
“I mean, it’s his choice,” you tell her, mildly frightened, “there’s really not much I can–”
namjoon’s mom pauses, “did I tell you that your parents and namjoon’s dad and I once made a promise that if they had a daughter and we had a son, the two of you would–”
“STOP IT MOM,” namjoon screams, hurtling towards you with near-visceral panic
then smashes your phone into the floor
and suddenly it’s in 10 pieces.
literally.
10.
—
so namjoon buys you a new phone, as he should.
then he puts his number in first.
it’s a habit, yeah, but you catch yourself staring at him as he does it
“I already know your number,” you tell him
“I know you do,” namjoon says, then enters his name anyways, “Kim Namjoon”
you take the phone out of his hand, and your fingers graze his palm
namjoon stares at your hand, without breathing.
you too, forget how to breathe.
“excuse me,” the lady behind the two of says, “you’re blocking the door”
“oh sorry” namjoon says, jumping aside
“young couples these days,” lady mutters as she nudges past you
“we’re not–” you start, jerking to look at namjoon
and god, his face is as red as yours feels
—
“wanna go out tonight?” jungkook texts you, on the drive home
“who’s that,” namjoon asks
“jungkook”
“he’s not good enough for you,” namjoon decides, for the 519230123rd time.
“you say that about everyone,” you snort, “want me to die alone like you?”
“worst case, we can die alone together”
“sounds like some kind of metaphor for marriage,” you laugh
namjoon’s knuckles turn white on the steering wheel
“that’s a joke,” you inform him, nervous, heart in your throat for no thinkable reason
“haha,” namjoon says, awkward. then, a moment later, “should I drop you off at his place?”
you think about it
“let’s go home, I don’t feel like going out tonight”
namjoon almost melts into his seat. “well, now you get to watch apollo 13″
“shit,” you snort
but you watch it with him anyways, sitting on opposite ends of the couch, a single bowl of popcorn acting like an awkward DMZ line
then at one point you’re blinking asleep
and you can swear, you can feel namjoon’s hand cradling your face into his shoulder
but this time, you can’t fall asleep at all
AT ALL
so you kind of just, turn your face a little
namjoon’s fists clench tighter
then you brush your mouth over the little bit of exposed skin over his shirt, it’s soft and a little sticky with the sweat of summer, and namjoon flinches then freezes
“hey,” namjoon says, voice so low, and you feel like you’re about to float away and sink into the couch at the same time, “go to bed”
“whose bed,” you mutter, against his skin, and you can see the hair on namjoon’s arm stand
“yah, toddler,” he says, quietly. “don’t joke like that”
“don’t tell me what to do,” you tell him, sitting upright to look him in the eye
namjoon just stares at you back, exhales. he frowns, and suddenly he looks so different, "what is this,” he says
you put your hands on his shoulder
“what are you doing?” he asks
actually, you don’t know what you’re doing
you don’t know what the fuck you’re doing
but you push yourself forward and kiss him, just a little bit
namjoon doesn’t move, for a second
and then his hands are on your jaw, on the small of your back, and he kisses you back. on your mouth. on your jaw. down your neck. against your collarbone.
and then your shirt is off.
—
“ok,” namjoon says
you scamper off the couch, collecting your shirt and pants and one bra that somehow landed the kitchen sink
“nothing happened,” you declare
“nothing happened,” namjoon confirms
“there’s something on you,” he says, reaching out to pick a condom wrapper off your thigh, but then his entire hand kind of swallows up your leg
you lick your lips
namjoon hesitates, looks up, and his hands accidentally slide up your thigh.
and a little higher.
a tiny mewl makes its way past your lips. like, really tiny. like, nearly inaudible.
it happens that namjoon, apparently, has really good hearing.
—
nothing happens two more times.
—
“wow, I’m really fucking my prof for marks” you observe.
namjoon literally snaps the leg off his glasses frame, “don’t say that.”
“what,” you toe his ankle, glide it up past his knees, higher, and watch namjoon’s eyes turn from dark to pitch black, “don’t like it?”
namjoon puts his glasses away, then stands, lifts you off your chair, and plants you on the table, “I don’t know. say it again.”
—
“so if you add five to seven, you get three,” namjoon narrates, as he writes on the blackboard
the class nods and copies it down dutifully
then jimin asks, carefully, “three?”
namjoon stares at the blackboard.
then at jimin
then at you
then says, “uh.”
—
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY BABY SISTER,” Hoseok screams, banging open the front door
then he sees you in the kitchen.
literally strangling namjoon as you wrestle the cereal out of his arm.
and hoseok closes his mouth.
opens it again.
“aw,” he croons, eyes glittering, a man who suddenly loves love, “that’s so cute”
[TBC, possibly]
Summary: You are a young witch in her fifth year in Hogwarts. You come from a long line of pureblooded Slytherins and you want to make your family proud by focusing on your studies. But ever since you started your first year, what is possibly the most flirtatious boy in your house has been giving his all to grab your attention.
Word count: 2.82k
A/N: Slytherin!Jimin x Slytherin!Reader, a/n/n= annoying nick name, I’m going to change the age differences between the members for the sake of the fanfic. I’m going to be writing the members into the houses that RM sorted them into. BTS’s Hogwarts Houses.
Warnings: swearing, 1 year age gap between jimin and reader (But it’s not really focused on), magic, mentions of Twilight. Sometimes Y/n gets flustered easily. idek. Their relationship is all over the place to be honest.
he really gives me Slytherin vibes in this gif.
To say that I had no interest in boys would be an understatement. I didn’t give four shits about them. I already had enough trouble with keeping my grades up, training for quidditch and being a proud Hogwarts student.
My family came from a long line of ambitious Slytherins. Although not nearly as known as the Malfoys, we had quite the reputation. When I had been sorted into Slytherin in my first year, I made it my top priority to not disappoint my family. That meant doing my best to leave an impression in Hogwarts. To be remembered. Recently I’d been falling behind in transfiguration. Today, in the middle of the lesson, I had tried to catch up with stuff I’d yet to write down. Something that Professor Snape had not appreciated. He’d given me detention, and so by the end of the day I didn’t have enough time to finish the homework assigned by other teachers.
Currently I was sat in the Slytherin common room, trying to catch up on work. I heard footsteps come into the common area and I immediately knew who they belonged to. I sighed and ignored the person that I came in.
I did mention that I had no interest in boys right? Well there was this one guy who just couldn’t take a hint. He had been on me since first year all the way to my fifth year. This year. He followed me through the halls, trying to make conversation with me. I only ever tried to push him away, so I never know why he keeps trying. Sometimes he reminds me more of a Hufflepuff than a Slytherin. How he was friends with one of the students that couldn’t be more of a Slytherin still puzzled me? (And I don’t mean that stereotype that Draco Malfoy left behind for us. I mean a true Slytherin.)
But he also held that cheeky side that gave him that Slytherin trait. He was very naturally flirty and he used that on me and if I’m being totally honest. I kinda liked it. But never acted on those feelings. He was flirty with everyone. Thats what I always told myself.
When that same boy sat next to me on the couch I did the same thing I always did. I didn’t pay him any attention. “So a/n/n…”
“You know I don’t like that name,” I say as I kept my eyes on my parchment.
“Anyway,” he says, changing the subject as soon as it emerged. “I’ve started reading this book.” He paused, when he saw that I was still paying him no mind he continued. “It’s called Twilight. Do you know it?”
I look up at him with a glare. “Yes, I do know it. Unfortunately.” You may be thinking. A pureblood Slytherin reading muggle books? Let me assure you that my family is very accepting regardless of bloodline. I had multiple muggle friends outside of Hogwarts. Most of them, much more loyal than anyone else here. But anyway, back to the “conversation” at hand. “And?” I asked him through gritted teeth as I held my glare on him.
“I was wondering,” he muses, ignoring my hard stare. He leans back against the back of the couch, looking up at the ceiling of the chamber. “When does it get interesting?” I snort out a laugh. I couldn’t help but laugh at his question. I clutched my stomach as I doubled over in laughter. The look of confusion on his face only making the whole situation funnier than it already was.
When I finally come down from my laughing high, I finally answer his question. “It doesn’t.” His once confused expression turns into one of unamusement.
“Okay, I get it,” he says. “So you don’t like Twilight.”
“Not in a million years.” I shake my head.
“So which books do you like?”
“I’m not telling you,” I say. He wraps his arm around my shoulders and nests his head into the crook of my neck.
“Please tell me,” he pleaded. He began trailing kisses up my neck. I could hear my heart beating and felt my face heat up. Merlin’s beard, Y/n. Get a grip on yourself.
“Fuck off Jimin,” I stuttered. His actions were flustering me and by the smirk I could feel on his lips. He knew this too.
“Sorry, but I can’t do that,” he says against my neck. His teeth grazing my skin, causing a shudder to run down my spine. “Not until you answer my question.” He holds onto me tighter. One of his hands moving to hold onto my hip opposite him. I clamp my mouth shut. My stubbornness getting the best of me. “I guess you don’t want me to stop then.”
I huffed and tied my best to stay focused on my homework. Jimin’s kisses travel up to my jaw, making me tilt my head back. “Jimiiiiiiin,” I whined and I feel him smile against my skin.
“I asked for what books you like, not my name,” he states. “I try to glare at him from this position. Obviously failing. “But I can live with that too.” He places a kiss on the corner of my lips. My cheeks heat up and they are undoubtedly red. Butterflies flutter in my stomach and he pulls away when he hears someone calling his name.
“Jimin let’s go,” says the voice of a fellow Slytherin. “Everybody else is probably waiting for us in the great hall.” When the black haired boy spots his friend sitting next to me, he stops. But that doesn’t last long as he continues as if he didn’t notice me. “If you make me arrive late one more time then I’m disowning you.” Jimin looks at me and smiles.
“See you in a bit, doll.” He kisses my cheek and stands up. Jogging up to Yoongi who was just getting out the door. I bring my hands up to my warm face. I could only imagine how red it was. If I’m being completely honest, if there’s one boy I do care about in this entire school, it’d have to be Jimin. Somehow, along the way, his small talk and flirting found its way into my heart.
That same night I had moved up into my dormitory so that I wouldn’t have to see Jimin again when he came back from dinner. I only had a third left of my assignments yet to be finished and I decided that it would be best if I left them for tomorrow. Since it was going to be Saturday tomorrow and I had the whole day off.
The beams of light that came in through the window broke me out of my sleep. I groaned and rolled over onto my opposite side. Covering my head to block out the sounds of owls and already active students I clamped my eyes shut. I shaken abruptly, and my pillow was yanked away from me and I was met with the sight of my best friend. She was yelling at me to get up as she pulled me up by the arms. “Nooooooo,” I whined. She rolled her eyes at me and ignored my complaints. She pushed me off of my bed and I tumbled onto the floor.
“Get dressed,” she orders. “We’re going to Hogsmede. I don’t care what you say. You haven’t gone out of this damn school for more than a week and you need a break.” I huff at her and she scolds me, acting like a mother. “DOn’T HuFf At Me.”
I had done what she asked and gotten dressed in a casual outfit. We went down the staircase and into the common room.
On the couches, was sitting Jimin. His silver hair pushed back, showing his forehead. A pair of thin rimmed spectacles perched on his nose as he read a book. Thankfully not Twilight. When he heard me and F/n coming down the stairs, his eyes lifted of the pages and landed on me. He smiled at me. “Good morning,” he said. His smile widened and he shut his book after marking where he left off.
“Good morning,” I mumbled back. Jimin giggled and stood up from the couch. He was wearing a grey wool sweater that matched his hair and a pair of black ripped jeans that accentuated his thighs. The spectacles giving him a cute look. After what had happened yesterday, I didn’t want to hang around much longer than I needed to. But my friend had another idea in mind. Being the social butterfly she is.
“Good morning Jimin,” she beamed. She examined his outfit and complimented him on it. As she talked to him, I made sure to stay behind her.
“Where are you guys going?” he asks F/n. She grabs me by the arm, bringing me forward.
“Me and Y/n are going to visit Hogsmede,” she explained. I tried to move behind her but she wouldn’t have it. “If you want you could come with us.” If looks could kill, the glare I sent F/n would’ve had her dead before either of us could’ve blinked.
“That would be great,” said Jimin. “Is it ok if my friends tag along too?” F/n nodded vigorously. She told Jimin that we would be waiting for him at the Three Broomsticks. Once we were out of the Slytherin common room, I punched F/n in the ribs
“What was that for?!?” she yelled at me. Her brows furrowed together as she rubs the place I punched her.
“You know what that was for.” Good lord, this girl is so dense. When she finally realizes the situation, a smile widens on her lips.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh! I get it now.” She lets out a laugh worthy of an evil doer. But one that disguises themselves as innocent little schoolgirls. “You don’t want Jimin to come along because of your crush on him.”
“What crush?” I denied. “I don’t have a crush on anybody.”
“Pleaseee Y/n.” F/n rolls her eyes. “Everybody knows that you two like each other.”
“He’s flirty with everyone.” F/n looks at me. The best way I could describe this stare is with the word ‘Really?’. I look away. “Whatever.” I start walking. “Let’s just go to Hogsmeade.”
Me and F/n hadn’t had to wait too long for Jimin and his friends to walk into the Three Broomsticks. Their group of friends was an odd one. A mix of all the Hogwarts houses and most of them from different years. The youngest one of all was a fifth year in Ravenclaw. We’d had a few classes so I knew he went by the name Jungkook. The others though, I only knew because of Quidditch. With the exception of Yoongi, whom I’d seem quite a few times in the common room. The seven of them came toward our table and sat down.
F/n introduced herself. She gave me a pointed look when I didn’t say anything. “I’m Y/n,” I said quietly. I just want to go back to my bed. Everyone began talking and making conversation. F/n got along great with the two Hufflepuffs as was expected. They all talked to each other while I sat back and drank my butterbeer. I moved my mug around, watching as the foam moved atop the golden drink. When I looked back up I saw that Jimin had been staring at me. My cheeks flushed red as I looked back down at my drink.
“I’m gonna go on a walk with Y/n,” said Jimin, rising from his seat. My head shot up to look at him with wide eyes. He walked around the table until he was standing next to me. He grabbed my wrist, pulling me out of the wooden chair. I stumbled to my feet as Jimin dragged me away from the group. People watched as he lead me out of the Three Broomsticks and down the main street. Other students as well as villagers stared at us. Jimin was giving of an energy I couldn’t quite place. All I knew is that it made me want to sink into the floor. He pulled me into a small alley behind a store.
He turned to face me. His eyes seemed to pierce into my soul as he got nearer to me with each of his steps. He stopped right in front of me and I could feel his warm breath fanning my face. “You care to explain to me Y/n?” I looked at him in confusion.
“Wh-what?”
“Don’t pretend,” he said and for the first time ever, Jimin wasn’t smiling at me. His gaze was hard, unwavering, while I struggled with the smallest bit of eye contact. “Whenever I’m around you, you go quiet. You ignore me and everyone else around you.” I gulped hard. I felt like I was being scolded by my mother. A feeling of regret, sadness, anger, and disappointment making the feeling of breathing a lot heavier. “I try to talk to you but you always block me off. I came today in hopes that when you were with your friend you’d be more open with me,” he said. He stood up straight and turned to face the other side of the ally. He leaned his forehead against the stone wall and ran a hand through his hair.
I took this moment where he was silent to speak up. “If you’d only take a hint, you’d know that I don’t want you to talk to me,” I say. “Oh, and that thing you call talking. I consider it flirting and seeing as you do it with everybod-”
He turned to me and slammed me against the wall, while making sure my head didn’t hit it. His hands moved so that they were on either side of my head. Any confidence I had in me when I had been speaking dissipated and I shrunk lower against the wall. Jimin’s head followed mine as he maintained eye level. He leaned in closer until his lips were against my jaw. “Do you see me doing this with anyone else?” I froze under him. He nipped at my skin. “Hm? Do you?” I shook my head while my throat let out a whimper.
“I’ve liked you ever since you arrived at this school. I tried to talk to you, to get closer to you,” he said, pressing his body against mine “But you were always so damn focused on studying.” He bit the side of my neck. I let out a gasp of surprise and squirmed away from him. But Jimin wasn’t having it. He let out a low growl as his hands flew to my hips, holding me in place. “Sorry for acting like this, but I can’t help it. Not when you’ve blocked me out for so long.”
His forehead fell against my shoulder and his nose brushed against my collar bone. He sucked in a deep breath, followed by a sigh. “I’ve liked you for so long and tried to show you for so long that I don’t know what to do anymore. If you just don’t like me back then you could’ve just said so a long time ago,” he mumbles into my skin. When he looks up at me, his eyes shine. Making it look like there were tears in his eyes. The thought broke my heart.
“I’m so sorry Jimin,” I said, placing my hands on his shoulders. “I do like you. So so much. Somehow. Through all that ignoring and trying to get you away, I fell for you. I fell so hard that I couldn’t bring myself to speak to you like a normal person.” The older Slytherin looked up at me. His arms were wrapped around me and he straightened up so he could face me. He was now so close that our noses nearly touched.
“You really like me back?” he asks, eyes looking into mine. I nod, assuring him that what I said wasn’t a lie. “Um, can I kiss you?” For the first time, I looked into his eyes without breaking eye contact. I nodded and Jimin leaned in closer than he already was, until our lips touched. The kiss seemed to go on forever. Our lips dancing together in synchronisation. My hands ran through Jimin’s silver hair. When we pulled away for oxygen, our moment together was stopped as we heard our friends calling for us. “Should we continue this later?” asks Jimin.
“Only if I get to call you mine and you get to call me yours.” I smirked at him. “Will you be my boyfriend?”
A smile etched it’s way onto Jimin’s lips. “I thought you would never ask.” He took a step back, intertwining our fingers as he led me out to find the rest.
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Summary: You and your boyfriend go out and a walk through the park. It’s late night in March and the weather is turning out to be a bit too cold for you.
Word count: 1228. I know it’s very short
A/N: Lol I literally searched up “cute things that Tae does” for this.
Warnings: A cringey pick up line. If you consider the word hell to be a cuss word then read with caution.
omg he looks like a whole baby in this gif. uwu
The wind blew by in the fresh March air. The leaves on the trees in the park were just starting to grow back. Snow from winter still yet to melt on the wet ground. I walked hand in hand with Tae down the dirt path. It had been a long day. We had done so many things together and I was exhausted. But despite that, I couldn’t ignore the chilly breeze present. I shivered and leaned in closer to the warmth of my boyfriend. I was really regretting only bringing a hoodie to the date.
I brought my shoulders up to my neck in an effort to stop the cold. I balled my hands into fists, holding onto Tae’s warm coat. Biting down on my lower lip, I tried to stop my shaking, knowing that if he noticed he would go up and beyond to end my suffering. (Maybe I’m being a bit too dramatic.) But much to my dismay, he noticed. Of course he did.
He started peeling off his coat, but before he could take it off completely I stopped him. “N-no Tae. You d-don’t have to.” Great, now he won’t take me seriously because I stuttered. Nevertheless, I still did my best to stop him. I held his coat so that he couldn’t take it off. He just smiles at me. He pries my hands off his clothes and takes it off, despite my protests.
“I don’t want you to get cold,” he said sweetly. It would’ve made me smile if I didn’t know he would be cold if I took it from him.
“But then you’ll be cold. You could get sick and that can’t happen,” I rambled to him as he wrapped me in the warm coat. I almost sighed at how good it smelled. It smelled like him. “I’m not nearly as needed at work as you are. I’m not important.” He looked at me with a frown.
“Stop being stupid.” He held my face in his large hands, giving me a peck on the nose. Which had gone red from the cold. “If you got sick and I knew I could’ve stopped it from happening I would feel horrible about myself.” Once the coat was all zipped up, we continued walking through the vacant park. We’d chosen to go out late so that the risks of anyone seeing Taehyung out in public with me would be more slim. Not impossible, but less likely. But in a while, the warmth that had been left from Tae wearing the coat dissipated and I was cold again. Now I’m just starting to think that it’s just me that makes everything colder, I thought to myself as I started shivering again.
Taehuyng notices. His first reaction was to frown until he decided teasing me was a better option. “Oh, are you not warm enough. I thought you said I was so hot that it would be impossible to be cold around me.” I cringe as I remember exactly when I said that. At the beginning of the day, when he had come pick me up from my apartment to go on our date, he had been worried about my outfit.
As I heard the doorbell ring I rushed out of my room to open the door. I already knew it was Tae as he had sent me a text that he was just five minutes away a few moments ago. I ran towards the entrance and opened the door. In front of me was Tae in his full handsome glory. He wore a long coat that nearly reached his knees over a sweater. He looked at my outfit with a bothered look. At first I thought it was because he didn’t like it. “Is there something wrong with my outfit?” I ask. “Do you not like it?”
He looks taken back at my question. “No, it’s not that. It’s just…” he hesitates before continuing. “You’re only wearing a hoodie and some leggings.” I look down at my outfit and then shrug. He looks at me unbelievingly. “Aren’t you going to be cold?”
“With how hot you are, it’s impossible to be cold around you.” Tae smirks at that and shakes his head.
“You’re unbelievable, now let’s go.”
That pick up line had seemed smart to me at the moment, but now I could see how embarrassingly cringey it was. I hid my face in my hands as Tae chuckled, finding my embarrassment funny. “Why are you laughing?” I whine. “This is so embarrassing.” As I peeked through my fingers to look at him, I could see his boxy smile etched onto his face and his eyes were scrunched up in joy. He looks at my flushed face and that one expression that he makes when he gets an idea replaces the box smile. But it’s not just any kind of idea. It’s the face he makes when he comes up with something he thinks is good/enjoyable/etc. And it just ends up being enjoyable for him.
He then looks at me with a wide grin. My eyes widen in slight fear as I run away playfully. Expecting him to tickle me or something.
After a while of running through trees and bushes, he corners me in the gazebo. How could I have been stupid enough to basically corner myself here? Tae comes closer as I giggle. Once he’s close enough, he wraps his arms around me. As soon as the warmth of his body envelops me my shivering stops. I’d completely forgotten how cold I was while running. I lean into him and nuzzle my face into his chest. It seems like it wasn’t one of his “fun” ideas after all.
Until he swooped me off my feet.
Literally. One moment we were standing together. Embracing each other in the middle of the gazebo, and the next, he was lifting me up bridal style. He spun around a few times before leaving kisses all over my face. I scrunched up my nose at him. “Put me down,” I ordered.
“Okay,” he said bluntly as he let go of me. Letting me fall onto my butt with a thud.
“OOOWW,” I glared at him from down on the floor. “What the hell Tae!?!” He lifts his hands up in a defensive motion.
“You told me to put you down,” he says. Feigning innocence.
“I didn’t tell you to drop me either,” I grumbled as I got up.
“Touché.” He watched me get up.
“Wow, thanks for helping,” I said sarcastically as I brushed off any dirt on the coat.
“You look cute when you’re mad, just so you know.” He says and I feel myself blush. “And now you’re blushing.” he teases me as he pinches my cheek. I stick my tongue out at him. “Wow, real mature Y/n,” he says and I smile innocently. I put my arms around his neck. I put my lips up to his ear and whisper to him. “For your information, you’re adorable all the time,” I tell him. “But especially when you talk about me in your sleep.”
I lean back to see his face only to find that it is cherry red. I couldn’t help the smile that came on my face. I spin on my heels and run of with a shocked Tae behind me.
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Shimmer || myg
Genre:romance; fluff; boyfriend!yoongi x girlfriend!reader.
Warnings:brief hints of insecurity; reader’s necklace is pulled; loss of breath.
Yoongi loved nothing more than to see you wrapped in the jewelry he gifted you with.
He adored the twinkle of your eyes that his lavish presents granted him with, and the sweet pecks of thanks you placed to his lips despite how your words seeped between his lips in every kiss, to scold him for spoiling you.
He cherished every teasing graze of his fingertips over your flesh as he clasped the glimmering trinket around your wrist or throat, just to admire the shivers of your body at the mere notion of his touch.
And when your glistening pendant dangled above his chocolate eyes, mesmerizing him as you perched yourself upon his lap and dipped your lips into his, he was simply taken by you.
But it was the moments such as these when he adorned your body with his shimmering presents, he adored most of all; how your irises would reflect their twinkle whilst you admired his gifts within his arms before you hastily pleaded for his deft fingers to place it over your body.
With a gentle laugh, his fingertips would delicately trace the golden threads that glistened under his wanting gaze, as his plush lips greedily absumed the flesh of your nape, the glittering diamonds he bathed you within enticing him to leave not a mere inch of space between your bodies.
A soft gasp would fall from your lips to cut through your reprimands as his lithe fingers tangled themselves within the silvery chains that delicately traced the column of your throat; just to pull you into his chest, whilst bringing your eyes into his own in the waning space.
The glittering trinket that dripped over his fingers tips would whelve into the soft flesh of your clavicle with every curl of his hands, to draw you deeper into his embrace where your lips would meet his as if a golden tie between your souls.
“Have I let you forget already? You are my treasure,” he would whisper with a tender tug to the chain that clung to your neck, beckoning you closer than before until his pink lips grazed yours as he spoke, “you’re mine to cherish, to love and to protect.”
The heat of his lips would burn against yours as every word would create a delectable friction, that was far more priceless than golden rings; the mere contact with your love would make you greedy for so much more of him than the diamonds he dripped over your flesh, you would covet his kiss, his touch, his love- him.
His dark lashes that kissed the tops of your cheeks would certainly flutter your weakened heart whilst he teased you with his kiss, but he would always be just out of your reach as he chuckled softly at your pleadings.
“I suppose I have to remind you just how priceless you are to me.” He would smirk, his heart waltzing in anticipation of confessing to you of his love in every way he knew how.
With a mere twirl of his fingers, he would take the breath from your lungs as his slender fingers knotted themselves within the delicate pendant you wore, to pull you deeper into his love, he would forever tether your heart to his with a golden thread, and it’s hold would never be broken.
Tag list: @holaaaf@yourwonderbelle@lolalee24
Aubade || jjk
| Aubade | n.| au•bade | meaning: a poem or piece of music appropriate to the dawn or early morning. |
⤷Genre:romance; fluff; light angst; husband!jungkook x wife!reader.
⤷Warnings:themes of fear; insecurity.
Jungkook had a way with effortlessly stealing words directly from your mouth.
It was almost facile to your love as he bound you within a stunned silence and left you gaping at his every soft act of love, whether it was a mere kiss stolen before his elders or a plethora of romantic whispers trickling into your ears.
He burned your flesh with an addictive warmth and made you gasp into his affections, reducing you to a stuttering and feeble mess in all he did.
But none of these things mentioned could compare once the disheveled curls and sleepy irises of your lover peeked into the warmth you found in his blankets, his eagerness to have your undivided attention fluttered your heart before the sun had even kissed the sky.
Your sleepy hums and whispers of love that were always promised to escape your lips when you first awakened were taken from your throat once his slender fingers delicately slipped the other half of his ear buds into the hollow of your ear.
“I need you to hear this, love.” He whispered his needs as his only explanation for his excitement that almost trembled his every limb.
Your lips parted in a silent question of what he had meant, but the words melted upon your tongue the moment the rich tones of your love’s voice spilled over your senses as he delicately crooned of the words of love to fill your heart.
Your sleepy mind was suddenly serenaded by every soft note or poetic lyric as his honeyed voice dripped into your senses, to capture your heart with the words of love he confessed your relationship had inspired, you were astounded.
The alluring crescendo kissed your cheeks with the warmth only your lover could elicit, as the crest stirred the butterflies of your stomach in the early hour of blurred vision and sleepy love’s.
The devoted symphony toyed with your heart and dizzied your head within Jungkooks arms until the charming music melted into the cathartic sounds of your love’s even breaths that grew shorter in anticipation of your reaction, and his eyes shyly met yours.
“So, what do you think?” His head fell to the side, curious of your thoughts when not a word dared to pierce your silence.
Your love’s molten eyes stared into yours, so soft and warm as he patiently awaited your answer to his question, the twinkle of hope for your approval within him ensnaring your heart.
The string of the ear buds he shared with you tightly connected your bodies, forcing you to share the little space that waned with every inching closer of his body as his creation overwhelmed you with emotions.
His slender fingers nervously toyed with the warm skin of his hands that you wished to hold so closely, but the stunned silence his soft voice entranced you with kept you locked in your place before him, wrapped in his heart just as well as his sheets.
He was so much like a small puppy as he timidly stared into your eyes, his unkempt hair almost begging to have your fingers threaded through the silken locks as it fell into his gaze.
It was only once you realized you had only stared at him through the tears that gathered behind your lashes rather than answer his request for criticisms did he pour the contents of his heart to you.
“I was just thinking so much of you and how much I love you, a-and the words just poured out-”
The nervousness of revealing the raw depths of his love for you poured his thoughts into you as his hand instinctively reached for yours in search of comfort and tranquility.
His dark eyes squeezed shut until his button nose wrinkled with the force he applied and a soft sigh suffocated each of his flustered ramblings and his hand found it’s place, covering your own.
“I just couldn’t get you out of my head.”
He confessed at last, cautiously revealing his starry eyes once more, fearing your rejection of his particular display of his love for you.
But once he felt the familiar weight of your arms wrap around his shoulders as your body pushed him into the plush pillows that waited to hold your entangled bodies, his stomach twisted with affection, because though he doubted himself, he knew deep in his heart that he was safe in your hands once he stared up into your eyes.
However the gentle caresses of his fingers burned the flesh of your thigh, and his heavy stare suffocated every word that formed upon the back of your tongue, yet your lips parted with confidence.
For the very first time in your relationship, you gathered the words he took from your mouth with his soft love, and you returned his displays of love whilst you whispered into the curve of his ear.
“Jungkook, I didn’t think I could physically hold anymore love for you, but-” your words collided with the kisses you fluttered over the line of his jaw and pooled between your tightly wound forms until you tenderly pressed your mouth to his to whisper into the parting of his lips. “I was so very wrong.”
He tenderly peered up at you through unkempt locks and his fingers dug into your soft flesh as he merely gaped at you, simply enamoured by the passion that held him so dearly.
“I meant every word in that song, (Y/n),” he confessed in the intimate moment you found yourselves wrapped within, his fingers reached into the empty spaces of your own, “you make me whole.”
Your heart warmed at his confession of love that came as naturally as oxygen to his lungs, and you fell for him even more as he raised himself beneath you just enough to meet your lips again, after craving the taste for so long.
And with yet another kiss stolen in the first morning light, Jungkook stole your words once again to leave you gasping in his love, to forever promise to leave you speechless with his heart’s devotion.
Tag list: @holaaaf@yourwonderbelle@lolalee24
More Than Friends || jjk
⤷Genre:romance; fluff; idiots to lovers; college au; oblivious!roommate!jungkook x female!reader.
⤷Warnings:themes of fear; brief mention of nausea; dizziness; pining.
Jungkook was oblivious, almost painfully so.
He was excruciatingly blind to the fond words of every sticky note you placed to his mirror wishing him a wonderful day,
And his ears were torturously deaf to the sweet whispers you murmured into each cuddle session you held at his place that he most likely shouldn’t have overheard.
The flutter of his heart that alighted his chest at the mere trace of your fragrance was overlooked as no more than excitement for your next adventure, and the rosy hue that spread over his cheeks with every kiss you pressed to them was assumed to be a faulty heater.
Even the gentle reveries of kissing your lips or the wonders of how your hair felt around his finger was written off as a mere phase.
Because everyone falls a little in love with their best friend at least once, right?
All of this being why Jungkook gave no second thoughts to your eager persistence to make a filling breakfast together before you classes started, as a team, as friends, rather than allowing him to sneak to the nearest bakery and snag a breakfast burrito that was almost too much to stomach this early in the morning.
Because you shared a home, definitely not because you cared for him.
It was simply routine for him to stare at your features from afar as the warm, morning light accentuated the shape of your face, as you carried out whatever your mind was set to, seemingly unbothered by his blatant admiration, that is until your voice broke him from his focus.
“I love spending time with you, Koo.”
His eyes ascended from the comically large mitts that covered your hands to peer into your own that were already awaiting his.
“I wouldn’t mind spending every morning with you.” His pulse quickened once more at your words but the fact was discarded in the very same breath he took in to answer.
“That’s what friends are for, I’d love to share my mornings with you too.”
He smiled innocently before it quickly faded once he witnessed how the corners of your lips fell, though he remained ignorant of the cause of your change.
Despite your valiant attempt to break through Jungkook’s friendzone to atleast make your feelings known, your lingering glances that remained upon his for a second too long was accepted as nothing significant, just as your hesitance to release his fingers from your grasp as you guided his hands around the whisk was no more than apricity.
Every blantant hint you dropped went unnoticed until you all but shouted to the whole campus of your love. His oblivion of today growing even more tiring than the years you practically confessed to him daily with no response.
Your thoughts of the future dizzied your head until merely thinking of bearing another day by his side without knowing if he returned your love in full physically hurt as you bothed danced around the other in the kitchen.
But you decided you had nothing else but to take matters into your own hands.
So once the familiar heat of his presence stood behind you, you turned upon your heel to effortlessly exchange your positions, his hip pressing into the corner of the counter with every step you took closer.
But just as your eyes locked upon his, they strayed over his features that always tugged your attention back to him, no matter where you found yourself, and your heart faltered in your plan, his perfection drowning your confidence.
Jungkook was the epitome of what humanity wished to be, he was what artists strived in vain to capture, from his dark lashes and his pretty lips to the barely noticeable freckle just below them. He was perfect in your eyes.
“I have something to tell you.”
The words breathlessly spilled into the air between your tightly pressed bodies, as if a cherished secret only ever to be heard by the one who captured your heart.
Your heart slammed against your chest and into his own, but you didn’t have a care in the world, you needed this release.
You drew in a deep breath in one last desperate attempt to settle your nerves and soothe the butterflies he placed within your stomach, before it all spilled out.
“Jungkook, I love you.”
The words slipped past your lips, never to be taken back again now they pierced the air and met his ears. Silence fell over you both as niether dared to answer nor follow up with the weighted confession.
You stared up into his blank expression with the wonders you harbored for more than two decades, still awaiting an answer that manifested itself as a mere furrow of his brows.
You nibbled lightly on the insides of your cheeks as your mind returned to the negatives of your confession, as you waited for the painful sting of rejection or a nervous laugh that churned your stomach.
His lips parted to speak and you winced in anticipation of his next words, but a scoff never came- but rather something you should have predicted.
“Like, more than a friend or?”
Your eyes rounded into spheres as you stared up into his sincere expression, dumbfounded by your clueless love, your eyelid twitching slightly.
He was still so lost with his feelings for his childhood friend, he never wanted to ruin what he did have with you, all for a kiss or the title of a boyfriend, only to lose you in the end. Until you showed him.
You reached to gently dip your fingers into the flawless canvas of his features to cup his cheek within your hands as you rose to the tips of your toes to gently graze his inviting lips with yours.
You could hear your pulse within your ears whilst your fingertips tingled as you kissed your best friend, as a potential lover, that waited for his response.
“I like you a lot more than a friend, dummy.” You whispered, pulling back just a bit to simply admire him once more, just in case he would never be yours to adore again.
Your eyes fell to his lips that were much warmer and sweeter than you expected, even in the fleeting taste you had, to witness your favorite bunny smile of his grace the dewy flesh.
His strong arms which you cuddled into so many nights and ran to for comfort in every drizzly day wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his chest, without an inch of space separating you.
“I like you too.” He confessed at last, and your eyes nearly spilled over with tears, he was finally yours.
His lips met yours as the tip of his nose grazed your cheek with every sweeping of his tongue, and your breath lathed over his skin to elicit goosebumps.
Your fingers reached to thread through the tousled strands of his hair as your bodies pleaded to come closer, as it just felt right.
And once the timer of the oven startled you within his arms and you both parted, breathless with a smile upon your lips, you only hoped Jungkook caught the hint, you liked him much more than a friend.
Tag list: @holaaaf@yourwonderbelle@lolalee24
In His Hands || knj
⤷Genre:romance; fluff; boyfriend!namjoon x girlfriend!reader.
⤷Warnings:themes of insecurity.
Namjoon’s hands were your haven.
And you were simply entranced by them, from the meticulous sculpt of his slim fingers that rivaled the finest art pieces to how they entangled with your own so perfectly.
You loved nothing more than to simply admire them from afar, but once your eyes delved into the perfectly sculpted crevices and nooks of his appendages, little else mattered.
And though they often brought graceless destruction to so much around him, there was no place you felt was safer than when your hands intertwined with his. And when his thumb tenderly rubbed soothing shapes into your palm, there was nothing that could touch you.
So you loved to merely touch them at all times, and every opportunity to hold them within your own was never overlooked; much to your shy boyfriend’s dismay.
Even now, as your own hands delicately played with his lithe fingers, not even the glittering Cosmos could capture your attention.
The image of his deft fingers curling around his fountain pen as he wrote whatever lyrics he conjured was almost far too tempting to merely forget, which resulted in your thievery of his limbs.
It was only once the twinkle of your eyes faded from your lover’s view did he care for your play as you placed your palm against his, seemingly comparing the two.
“What’s wrong, little peach?” His voice spilled from his lips like a soothing tea, waiting to warm and comfort you after a long day.
Your brows furrowed as your fingers hesitantly slipped from his own and a soft sigh pushed past your lips. “Nothing.”
A frown fell upon his dewy lips whilst his broad hands pulled away from your grasp just to wrap around your own that hid from him within your sleeves.
“I know when somethings bothering you, peach. Don’t lie to me.”
Though his demands were delicate to your ears, you winced at his soft whispers, you hated it when his voice gently delved into the soft tone that made you want to open your whole heart to him, and never twist the truth in the slightest.
Namjoon was much like a truth serum, the softest moments with him could easily pour the truth from your lips, without much of an effort from your boyfriend.
“It’s just so stupid, but I’ve been thinking about our hands.” You awkwardly confessed only for a wordless nod and a gentle smile from your boyfriend, that urged you to tell him all that troubled you.
“And how beautiful yours are- just like the rest of you,” you gestured to his strong body, before a quiescent chuckle bubbled from him just to flutter your heart before he beckoned you into his lap, “and mine just don’t feel worthy.”
His strong arms tangled around your waist whilst his nose tenderly traced your cheek, and his fingers you adored so much filled the empty spaces between your own.
“Nothing from you will ever be stupid to me.” He assured you, tapping the tip of your nose with his fingers before he brought your hands between your chests.
“And you should know these are so beautiful.”
He praised ever so softly, as if a breath would shatter the hands his fingertips grazed, before he carefully pressed his lips to your smallest finger and dipped his lips to next, he kissed every imperfection and blemish ten times before repeating his soft kisses ten times more.
Once he drew his velvety lips from the back from your hands, the warmth he placed within your belly burned along with your curiosity.
“Why?”
His head fell back just enough to look into your eyes as his hands rested upon the small of your back and hips, as goosebumps followed the path of his fingers along your spine.
“Because each one of them are yours.” He stated, as if it were an answer so clear, written within classic literature as a fact of life, and you were baffled at just how perfect he was to you.
Your lips parted in the stunned silence he hushed you with, unable to comprehend an answer to his beautiful comforts; but you hadn’t need to say anything at all for him interlace his hands with yours, to emphasize just how immaculately they joined together.
“If they weren’t, they could never fit so perfectly with mine.” He whispered, his eyes never leaving your tangled fingers until his twinkling eyes looked into yours.
“Everything about you is perfect for me, little peach.”
Perhaps it was the sincerity of his eyes locked upon yours, or how his hand that wasn’t wrapped so tightly within your own gently tucked your hair behind your ear, but you were far too wrought with his words to form your own.
So you did all you knew to do, you wordlessly mashed your lips into his own that had simply been pleading with you to kiss them at last.
The hold he had upon your hand tightened as his other hand cupped your cheek with a gentleness you could only expect from Namjoon, as he sweetly returned your shy kisses.
He gave you all of his understanding and love until your fears were irrelevant, all the while your hand remained tightly enclosed within his.
Tag list: @holaaaf@yourwonderbelle@lolalee24
Bimil Tokki (New Story)
Hello lovelies!
Recently, I had gotten a story request by @rainbow-bunny-bts
…Well I really loved the idea so expect a new story sometime soon, as well as new chapters for Changing One’s Tune and Keys to the Magic Door! As always I love you and please be patience with me.
Stay Gold! <3
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↳ Bimil Tokki
~Genre: Fluff & Humor, Hybrid au
~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?
Coming Soon…
Genre: Romance, fluff, comedy, oneshot
Pairing: Jungkook x reader
Characters: Idoldad!Jungkook, Mom!Reader, Son!JeonJunghyun
Summary:Not only does your son look like his father, his personality is the same as well. They both sleep a lot, eat a lot and whine about everything. But this also means that you’re the mediator when the two get in a fight. What do they fight over? You.
The sunlight streaming through the curtains woke you up. You groaned, annoyed that the beam was in your face. Reaching over, your arm touched the cool mattress rather than a body.
“Huh?” You raised your head. Indeed, you were alone in bed. Pushing yourself into a sitting position, you got out of bed and shuffled out of your bedroom. You scratched your head, looking around until your eyes fell on the broad back of your boyfriend.
“There you are.” You sighed.
“Oh. You’re awake.” He turned around, waddling over to you with a big childlike grin. His arms engulfed you immediately, his big body practically leaning on your smaller one.
“Okay, okay. Good morning to you too, Koo.” You patted his back, cheek smushed against his chest. Bam trotted over, wagging his tail excitedly.
“Good morning to you too, Bam-ie.” You smiled, holding his head in both your hands to rub his ears.
“I better go wash up. I probably have morning breath.” You said to both boys with a chuckle and headed back into the bedroom. That was until you heard footsteps behind you and saw Jungkook following you with Bam.
“What?” Jungkook blinked.
“Nothing.” You laughed, pulling your hair up into a bun.
“What are the two of you doing?!” You asked as they followed you into the bathroom. Bam just panted with his tongue out of his mouth. Jungkook pretended to busy himself with an imaginary lint on his shirt. Sighing, you knew you wouldn’t be able to get rid of them so you used the toilet quickly and brushed your teeth.
“You’re so beautiful.” Jungkook smiled as he leaned against the wall, staring at you through the reflection of the mirror. You snorted, you had crust in your eyes and toothpaste dribbling down your chin.
“I love you.” Jungkook wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your shoulder.
“Koo!” You were trying to wash your face but he was making the task a lot more difficult than it usually is. When you were done, you grabbed your towel to dry your face.
“Where are you going?” Jungkook asked as you were headed out of the bedroom.
“To wake your child.” You replied with a flat look.
“Nooooo. Don’t wake him up yet.” Jungkook whined, holding your waist to block you. You struggled against him as he teetered you back into the room, closing the door with his foot.
“Why? You know very well that if you don’t wake him, he’ll sleep forever. Proves that he really is your child.” You scoffed. Even if you were asking why, you knew very well why Jungkook didn’t want to wake your son yet. There was always a competition between father and son… over you.
“He always steals you from me.” Jungkook complained.
“He’s our son! You should have thought about that when you decided to have a kid. You should be teaching him to share.” You hit his head.
“No. No. No.” He shook his head. Every time he did that to Jin to block him on Bangtan Bombs made you laugh but now that he was doing it to you, you understood Jin’s frustration.
“Come on. He’s as grumpy as you if he wakes up hungry.” You patted his shoulder with a sigh.
“10 minutes.” Jungkook laid you on the bed, using his body weight to weigh you down. You nodded in defeat, carding your fingers through his hair.
“Are you gonna grow your hair long again?” You asked.
“Do you want me to?” He lifted his head to stare at you. You shrugged, looking away. Jungkook smiled knowingly, he knew how much you loved his long hair. You just wouldn’t admit it because you were stubborn but that didn’t stop Jungkook from teasing you. He didn’t tell you that there were already plans for him to have long hair again.
“Omma!” You heard a cry from the other room.
“I’m here, baby! Jungkook, he’s awake. Let me go.” You squirmed.
“Just come here!” Jungkook shouted, refusing to let you go since his 10 minutes was not up yet. Your 3 year old son teetered in steadily, dragging his stuffed bear by the foot.
“Omma! Mine!” He burst out crying when he saw his father hugging you. To him, you were his and not Jungkook’s.
“Good morning, baby. Did you sleep well?” You kicked Jungkook’s shin to get him away from you. He hissed, trying his best to not curse in front of the child. You bent down to pick him up to sit in your lap. He buried his face in your chest, wiping his tears on Jungkook’s shirt that you stole.
“There. There.” You stroked his head to console him, standing up to walk out of the room. Bam slowly walked by your side, trying to extend his nose to touch your son’s little foot.
“Are you hungry?” You asked, opening the fridge. That got his attention as he lifted his head to look at the fridge with wide eyes.
“Yoghurt.” He pointed.
“Okay.” You chuckled, putting him on the counter to take the yoghurt out. Grabbing his bowl, you prepared the yoghurt for him, putting some berries inside for him.
Jeon Junghyun, your 3 year old son, the baby that ‘replaced’ Jungkook. From the moment he was born, he was fated to be Jungkook’s son. Besides looking exactly the same, their personalities were so similar that it gave you a headache sometimes. They were both competitive, possessive, whiny and always hungry. It was like you were raising twin sons.
Jungkook was used to being the youngest and getting away with things but he had to ‘grow up’ to be a father all of a sudden. He still wasn’t used to it.
Pregnancy wasn’t exactly easy as well. At least for Jungkook. He developed couvade syndrome or sympathetic pregnancy, where he experienced the same or worse side effects of what you were going through.
The cravings, the nausea, the mood swings, the bloating, Jungkook went through all of that.
“Here you go.” You sat him down in his high chair and placed the bowl in front of him after fixing his bib on. Junghyun clapped and ate the delicious, sweet breakfast treat.
“Jungkook, can you watch him while I get his clothes and tidy his room?” You asked.
“Yes, ma’am.” Jungkook shuffled out of the bedroom. When he entered the kitchen, Junghyun stopped eating, staring at Jungkook cautiously.
“Can appa have a spoon, Hyunie?” Jungkook asked.
“No, Kookie. This mine.” Junghyun frowned, pointing at himself. Another thing was that Junghyun refused to call Jungkook ‘appa’, settling for Kookie after Hoseok had compared the nickname to the child’s favourite chocolate chip treat. You’ve tried to correct him but he’s stubborn.
“Not Kookie. Appa.” Jungkook corrected.
“Kookie.” Junghyun insisted. Jungkook sighed, going to the fridge to get a yoghurt cup for himself to eat. However, upon seeing his father eat his treats, Junghyun burst out crying.
“What happened?” You came out.
“I was just eating yoghurt.” Jungkook held his hands up defensively. He lifted Junghyun up from the baby seat, patting his back.
“Mine!” Junghyun cried, pointing at Jungkook’s abandoned yoghurt cup. You sighed and headed over to your son. Seeing you, he immediately reached out for you instead while Jungkook resumed eating.
“Baby, your yoghurt is here.” You lifted the bowl.
“You have to share, Junghyun ah.” Jungkook pointed his spoon at the child as he leaned back against the counter.
“Smart coming from you.” You rolled your eyes. Jungkook scoffed, continuing to eat his yoghurt. You wanted to facepalm, Jungkook wasn’t exactly helping much with the situation now. But the parent in you didn’t want Jungkook to give in to Junghyun’s crying. He had to learn to share one way of another. You brought him to the living room area.
“Why don’t you sit here and omma will eat with you?” You wiped his tears. He nodded his head, settling in your lap. You watched as he continued to haphazardly scoop the yoghurt and put it into his mouth.
“You eat so well.” You praised.
“Hyungs want to come over, if that’s fine with you?” Jungkook came to sit on the couch, phone in his hand.
“Sure. You haven’t seen them since this break started anyway.” You nodded your head. Jungkook’s band members were really nice to you and Junghyun, they were constantly offering help.
“Can I have some Junghyun?” You asked. Junghyun didn’t hesitate to hold his spoon up to you.
“What a kind boy.” You smiled.
“Wow. I know there’s differential treatment but it still hurts, Junghyun ah.” Jungkook commented from his position on the couch. You laughed, if Junghyun could talk, you knew that the two would be bickering at every moment.
It wasn’t long before the other boys came. Despite your refusal, they always came bearing lavish gifts for your son. You were definitely grateful, no doubt. But Junghyun was at the stage where he grew every day, he didn’t need branded clothes to wear one day and not fit him the next.
“Your favourite uncle is here.” Taehyung swooped in to lift a freshly showered Junghyun up. The boy burst into a fit of laughter as Taehyung continued to lift him into the air. There was always debate about favourite uncle too…
“Now’s our chance, let’s go.” Jungkook grabbed your hand.
“Koo!” You slapped his arm.
“Thanks again for cooking lunch, you two. Really, I could have made something or ordered delivery.” You said apologetically to the two oldest members in the kitchen.
“We’re here now. You can take a break and that includes one from you too.” Jin smiled at you and hit the back of Jungkook’s head.
“Let me have my chance, hyung. The kid never lets me within 20 feet of (y/n).” Jungkook complained, putting his arms around your waist to hug you tightly. Now that Junghyun was occupied, he could have you.
“Junghyun still have attachment issues?” Yoongi asked as he chopped the vegetables.
“Yeah. He and this one are constantly bumping heads with one another. Some days, it’s like taking care of 2 kids.” You pointed to Jungkook with a shake of your head. The two gave you empathetic looks, they knew Junghyun’s attachment was tough and could put a strain on the father-son relationship and the relationship between you and Jungkook as well.
DING DONG
“Sorry, I’m late. Where’s my godson?” Namjoon appeared, removing his sunglasses. You smiled and pulled him in for a hug.
After discussion, Jungkook wanted Namjoon to be Junghyun’s godfather, he idolised and learnt a lot from Namjoon. He wanted Junghyun to experience the same and look up to Namjoon as an example of success.
“You’re looking good, (y/n). It has been a while.” Namjoon complimented with a pat on your shoulder.
“Thank you. You look great too.” You laughed.
“Rapmon hyung!” Jungkook jogged over to hug the leader. The others were right, even after so long, Jungkook never stopped calling Namjoon ‘Rapmon hyung’. The habit was too hard to kill.
“Junghyun ah~” There were the signature dimples as Namjoon waved at Junghyun. Upon seeing his godfather, Junghyun quickly got out of Hoseok’s lap and ran over to hug Namjoon’s leg. He chuckled and picked him up to take a good look at him.
“You’re suddenly so big! Have you been good?” Namjoon asked as Junghyun wrapped his arms around his neck.
“I got you a gift.” Namjoon smiled, putting the child down.
“Namjoon, you shouldn’t have.”
“Anything for my godson.” They headed to the couch hand in hand. Namjoon took a familiar imperial saffron box out. For a 3 year old, Junghyun had way too much branded stuff.
“Look at this.” Namjoon lifted up the ombre denim jacket with the classic Louis Vuitton monograms printed all over for him.
“Wow.” Junghyun was in awe. Everyone cooed at his reaction.
“Thank you, daebu.” Junghyun hugged his godfather, Namjoon was happy seeing him so happy. He let Namjoon help him put it on and he spun around to show everyone, soaking in all the attention that they were giving him.
It was quite funny, Junghyun made the news when he was born not because he was Jeon Jungkook’s son but because Yoongi bought him a white Steiff x Tiffany teddy bear as his first toy. The white teddy bear is the same bear that Junghyun drags around now, although he isn’t as pristine white anymore from being dragged all over the place by the kid.
“I can’t believe he still brings Sogeum around.” Jin chuckled, referring to said white bear that was named after being the same colour as salt.
“He doesn’t go anywhere without it.”
“Honestly, I didn’t think it would be the one he brings around… I didn’t know what to get him as a ‘congrats on being born’ gift.” Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck. You went to the living room to find Bam.
“Come here, Bam-ie. You’re the only one that hasn’t been fighting for my attention, huh? Good boy.” You waved Bam over to shower him in affection.
“Excuse me. What do you mean by that?” Jungkook frowned.
“It means Bam’s the only one not giving her a hard time around here.” Jimin giggled, entering the conversation. Bam wagged his tail as Jimin stroked his head as well.
“Do you know which samchon is which?” Taehyung asked, showing Junghyun their latest group promo picture. Since Junghyun grew up around the boys, he was familiar with everyone but it was always hard for him to point them out in photos with different hairstyles, clothes and makeup.
“Daebu!” Junghyun smiled excitedly, pointing out his godfather confidently.
“That’s right!” Namjoon shook the kid by the shoulders.
“Yoomi… Hobi… Chim! Jjan… Tete!” Junghyun pointed at all the members carefully, calling each of their nicknames. It was cute that he tried to pronounce their names with his baby Korean.
“What about him?” Hoseok pointed at Jungkook’s face, noticing that he had yet to recognise his father.
“Kookie?” He tilted his head.
“Did you see that?! He knew which was me but ignored it!” Jungkook whined, shaking your arms as he told on his son to you. You threw your head back with a sigh, pinching your nose bridge.
“Alright, alright. It’s okay, Koo.” You patted his head while he pouted with a frown. He even sulks the same way as Junghyun when he’s unhappy.
“He still calls you Jjan.” You giggled to Jin as you continued to comfort Jungkook, who was just tucked under your arm as you patted his back. Seemed like there was no break from childcare for you. Jin laughed, finding it endearing how Junghyun picked up the nickname from Hoseok, that he never bothered to correct Junghyun’s pronunciation.
“The cutest is still Yoomi.” Jimin imitated the way Junghyun’s lips protruded as he struggles to pronounce ‘Yoongi’. Even Yoongi couldn’t help but smile. Your phone buzzed, making you wiggle away from Jungkook.
“Sorry. Let me take this, it’s a work call.” You went to the bedroom to answer the call when you saw that it was your work client’s number.
“Come here.” Yoongi grunted as he bent down to pick Junghyun, setting him on his lap as he sat on the couch.
“Wah.” Junghyun climbed on Yoongi, touching his coloured hair.
“They really get amused by everything.” Namjoon noted. You came back out of the room, a perplexed look on your face as you called Jungkook to the room. He immediately got worried, following you.
“What’s wrong?” He frowned, squeezing your hand.
“My client is going back to America and wants the papers sent to him now. I thought I had until the end of the week so my work laptop is at my desk in the office, not here with me.” You sighed heavily. Today was your off day so you never thought that you would be rushed to send documents over.
“So what do you want to do?” He asked. Whatever you needed, Jungkook would help you.
“I’ll need to head to the office for a bit. Do you think you and the others can watch Junghyun for a while?” You requested timidly. Jungkook’s eyes widened, the fear evident in them.
“You’ll be fine, Koo. He’s your son.” You squeezed his arm.
“My son that hates me.” He corrected.
“He doesn’t hate you, don’t say that. If you need help, you have the other 6 here to help.” You persuaded.
“Alright.” Jungkook agreed, not wanting to add more to your stress by being difficult. You were right, Junghyun is his son. He could handle him for a while. And he had his loveable uncles and godfather here to entertain him if he didn’t want Jungkook anyway. You gave Jungkook a kiss and went to get ready to head to the office.
“I’ll sneak you out.” Jungkook whispered. You nodded, following him. Luckily Jungkook’s body was big enough to cover you. The both of you stood in the hallway, hugging each other.
“I can drop you off.” Jungkook offered.
“No need. I already called a cab. Thank you.” You gave him another kiss before you left and Jungkook went back into the house.
“Some urgent work needed her. Even if it is her day off.” Jungkook told the others briefly, he didn’t want Junghyun to realise you’re gone and start crying. For now, he was still distracted by his uncles to notice.
“Lunch is almost ready.” Jin announced.
“Time to eat.” Namjoon lifted Junghyun up, going to the washroom to wash his hands before eating. Going to the dining area, Namjoon out Junghyun in his chair and put the bib on.
“I should set some food aside for (y/n). She might be hungry when she comes back.” Jungkook put some of each dish into a container, setting it aside to let it cool. He’ll put it in the fridge for you so you can heat it up later.
“Are you hungry?” Jimin asked. Junghyun grinned and nodded his head. Yoongi helped cut Junghyun’s food up in his kids tray, it was beef, vegetable fried rice and soup. The adults had an extra dish stir fried spicy pork belly too. Jungkook put Junghyun’s tray in front of him.
“Hold on. What did omma say before you eat?” Jungkook gently held Junghyun’s wrist before he could start. Junghyun blinked in confusion.
“Tha…” Namjoon tried to hint.
“Thank you for the food Yoomi samchon and Jjan samchon.” He said.
“Enjoy the food.” Yoongi said, leaning his head on his palm with an endearing smile on his face. Junghyun reminded the older members of young Jungkook sometimes, it was so adorable.
“What a good eater.” Namjoon praised, watching Junghyun shovel food into his mouth. Across the table, his father was doing to same.
“Yah. Eat properly, you need to set a good example to him.” Jin lectured Jungkook. Hoseok couldn’t help but laugh at the father and son duo, taking his phone out to take a picture of them, both faces nearly buried in their food.
“Seaweed.” Junghyun held his spoon out.
“Seaweed, please.” Taehyung corrected.
“Seaweed, please Chim samchon.” Junghyun repeated. Jimin smiled, patting his head, and opened the packet, placing the seaweed sheets onto Junghyun’s tray. Noticing that he was only eating seaweed and not touching the other food, Jungkook blocked Junghyun’s spoon with his chopsticks, making the child frown unhappily.
“Hyunie, eat the other delicious food too.” Jungkook said, putting a piece of beef onto his small spoon. In retaliation, Junghyun dropped the beef from his spoon and picked up a piece of seaweed.
“Hyunie. Eat it together with the seaweed.” Jungkook sighed.
“Let Yoomi samchon help.” Yoongi moved to stand behind Junghyun, taking some rice and beef, putting it in the middle of the seaweed sheet to make a small wrap.
“Try this?” Yoongi held it up to Junghyun’s mouth. Junghyun stared at it before he opened his mouth to eat it.
“More, please.” He looked up at his uncle that towered over him. Yoongi nodded and changed places with Jimin, who was actually sitting on the other side of Junghyun. He made multiple little wraps for Junghyun, who stuffed them into his mouth.
“Is it good?” Namjoon asked. Junghyun turned to his godfather with a nod, taking one of the wraps up to offer it to him. Smiling, Namjoon leaned down to eat one. Junghyun waited for his reaction.
“Wow! It’s delicious!” Namjoon exclaimed. Junghyun laughed at his exaggerated reaction but was happy that he liked it too.
When Junghyun was done, Yoongi and Jin brought him to the living room to play. They didn’t need to clean up since they did the cooking. The rest were still eating anyway.
“Cheese rice?” Jungkook suggested.
“Sounds good.” Hoseok nodded. With the leftover spicy pork belly, Jungkook went to the stove to add more rice and cheese.
“Add some spring onion, Jungkook ah.” Taehyung said. Jungkook went to the fridge to get spring onion and chopped it up, sprinkling it over the melted cheese. He brought the hot pan out.
“Wahhh.” The remaining members were in awe. Namjoon, who was done eating, shook his head at his members’ appetites. He brought his used cutlery to the sink to do later when the others were done and headed to the living area where the oldest and his godson were playing. The remaining 4 stayed at the table, digging into the hot melted cheese and rice.
“(y/n) alright?” Jimin asked.
“Yeah, just some work for the client last minute.” Jungkook replied. You hadn’t texted him, which he took as a good sign. Your last text to him was to let him know that you had arrived at the office.
“Poor (y/n). She’s so busy.” Taehyung pouted. Jungkook couldn’t help the possessive feeling that bubbled within him. He knew his hyungs cared for you a lot but when you were brought into conversations, he just felt uncomfortable.
“Clients are just difficult.” Hoseok said.
“Yeah…” Jungkook said, taking another bite of food. He knew he was quite possessive and shouldn’t be feeling this way.
When you just started dating him, you were very shocked when he admitted that he didn’t like you hanging out with his hyungs when he wasn’t there. He was just worried that you may leave him.
“I don’t know how I can get closer to Junghyun. Not for me, but so I can help (y/n) out.” Jungkook said, wanting some advice. Everyone got along well with his son except him and he was the father. Maybe because their personalities were too similar, it caused them to clash.
“He sees you as someone taking his mom away.” Jimin said.
“Well, she was mine first…” Jungkook scoffed.
“I saw in one of Namjoon’s parenting books that kids at his age have separation anxiety. You know, as they start to recognise their parents and stuff. Maybe Junghyun’s just going through that.” Taehyung suggested.
“Maybe… I mean, you’re hardly here when we’re promoting or touring. So I guess it’s a given that he sees you as a stranger sometimes.” Hoseok said.
“Now’s the perfect time for you to show him that he can rely on you.” Jimin patted Jungkook’s shoulder.
“Argh, it’s hard being a dad.” Jungkook groaned.
BAM!
Junghyun’s wailing filled the apartment. Jungkook stood up, going to the living room to see Namjoon picking Junghyun’s up from his fallen position on the ground to comfort him. He frowned and walked closer, he was concerned if his son was alright but he didn’t attempt to separate the two. He was worried that may just make Junghyun cry even more.
“Appa.” Junghyun saw Jungkook and reached out to him. Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock, this was the first time Junghyun called him ‘appa’. But still, he reached over to retrieve the child.
“There, there. It’s okay.” He said softly, rubbing Junghyun’s back.
“He tripped and fell.” Jin explained. Jungkook nodded, knowing that it wasn’t really anyone’s fault and he knew how cautious his hyungs were with Junghyun anyway.
“I’ll take him to the room. He could just be tired, it’s his nap time.” Jungkook said to the others before going to the room.
“Does it hurt? I know it hurts. It’s okay, Junghyun ah.” Jungkook hushed Junghyun bouncing and patting his back. He used a small towel to wipe Junghyun’s tears.
“Appa…” Junghyun rubbed his face into Jungkook’s shoulder.
“Shh.” Jungkook began to hum a soft song to calm Junghyun down enough to sleep. As Junghyun was drifting off, Jungkook sat on the bed, leaning back against the headboard with Junghyun on his chest.
Outside, the other 6 heard Junghyun’s cries die down and let out a sigh of relief. They cleaned up the kitchen and washed the dishes. Namjoon picked up Sogeum and headed to the room to give it to Junghyun. However, he was not expecting to see the father and son asleep. He placed the bear down and left.
“They’re asleep. Maybe we should go.” Namjoon said to the others. They nodded in agreement and got ready to leave.
“Junghyun called Jungkook ‘appa’. After 3 years.” Jimin noted with a giggle.
“I was shocked. And I think Jungkook was too.” Yoongi said, fiddling with his beanie. They all left the house, not before writing a note to Jungkook and leaving it on the table.
When you came back, the house was dark and quiet, only Bam came to greet you. You turned the lights on, put your bag down and headed to the kitchen. You spotted a note on the dining table addressed to Jungkook.
“Where are they?” You checked Junghyun’s room but it was empty. You headed into your bedroom to look for Jungkook.
“Woah.” You couldn’t believe your eyes. Junghyun was asleep on Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook was fast asleep, one hand resting on his son’s back. You lightly pinched yourself, wondering if this was a dream. What happened while you were gone that caused this? You left the room to call Namjoon, hoping he had an explanation for their sudden closeness.
“Yeah. He cried and called for Jungkook, calling him ‘appa’. Jungkook took him to the room to calm him down and I guess, they both fell asleep like that. So we left the house.”
“Wow… I mean, this is good but I’m shocked.” You chuckled.
“You’re not the only one.”
“Well, thank you for coming and hanging with Junghyun. I’ll see you soon, Namjoon.” You said and hung up. Going to the fridge, you saw that there were some leftovers with your name on it so you heated that up to eat.
“I won’t forget you, Bam-ie.” You made his dinner, letting him eat when you sat at the kitchen counter to eat your own food.
“Jagi?” You heard Jungkook’s hoarse, sleep-filled voice.
“In the kitchen.” You replied. He shuffled over, smiling sleepily when he saw you. He came over to hug you, nuzzling his face into your neck.
“Why didn’t you wake me up? I could have accompanied you so you didn’t have to eat alone.” Jungkook said, taking a seat beside you. You chuckled, running your fingers through his hair as you ate with your other hand. He kept his arms around your waist.
“You were sleeping so soundly with Junghyun. I didn’t want to wake my boys up. Anyway, I’m not alone, Bam’s keeping me company too. We’re enjoying our dinner together.” You explained.
“Right…” He yawned.
“I’ll cook something for you and Junghyun after this.” You informed. He nodded his head.
“Jagi?”
“Hmm?”
“Junghyun called me ‘appa’…”
“I heard. Tell me about it.” You encouraged. Even if you knew what happened from Namjoon already, you wanted Jungkook to tell you himself, to share how he felt about that.
“It was nice. He wanted me to comfort him, like he relied on me when he was hurt.” Jungkook explained.
“I’m glad you and him had that progression, Koo. See? I told you he doesn’t hate you, he knows you’re his dad and he knows that he can count on you too. He’ll probably start warming up to you a lot more now, look to you for comfort and start opening up with time.” You chuckled. Jungkook nodded in agreement. He was excited about this.
“I finally feel like I’m stepping into this dad role.” Jungkook confessed, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. You smiled, leaning in to give him a kiss and a proper hug.
“I’m happy to hear that.” You said.
“Come here.” Jungkook put his arms around your waist to bring you over to sit on his lap.
“Think you can appear on that celebrity dad show? Return of Superman? You’ll just need to watch Junghyun for 48 hours without me.” You suggested. Jungkook gave you a flat look.
“Okay, don’t get too excited. The guy called me ‘appa’ for the first time in 3 years. We still have a long way to go.” He sighed.
“It’s a goal to work towards!”
“Who knows, the moment he sees you when he wakes up, I become invisible again. Mothers will always rank first before fathers.” Jungkook shrugged as he stated the truth.
“Look I know that you wanted Namjoon to be his godfather because you wanted Junghyun to have someone to look up to and all that. But more than anything, I want Junghyun to know that he can look up to you. You’re a great role model and I think Junghyun can learn a lot from you.” You said.
“Even if I’m immature sometimes? And can get a little too competitive?” He tilted his head.
“Even so. I think you’re great at what you do and you can teach our child to be just as strong as you when he gets older. You already have the looks down and the competitiveness, so you’re halfway there.” You winked.
“That’s hyungs’ fear, that Junghyun becomes a mini me when he starts hitting the gym. He’ll bully them like I do.” He giggled. You slapped his arm.
“You bully your hyungs all the time with your muscles when they’re nothing but nice to you.” You rolled your eyes.
“But…”
“But?”
“I’m still not letting him have you. You’re mine and you were mine first. So if he thinks I’ll just let him claim you as his, he has another thing coming.” Jungkook declared with a pout.
“Alright. You can continue to fight with him over that, I shall not get involved. You two are always going to compete over everything.” You rolled your eyes.
“Of course. When it comes to you, it’s always a competition. But that goes without saying that I’m already winning. I am many years ahead of him.” He held your chin, pulling you closer to press his lips against yours to give you a loving kiss.
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— 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?
— Pairing: demon lord! mafia boss! bts x poc! curvy! intern! reader
— Genre: super fluff / poly!au / mafia!au / demon!au / soft yandere!au / soulmate! au
— Status: On Going
— Warnings: erotic thoughts, indirect verbal sexual harassment, fluff, killing intent, lying, (somewhat) degrading thoughts
— Word Count: 6.0k
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**AUTHORS NOTE**
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!!
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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.
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Spring Day’s FROST | masterpost
— 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! :)
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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!!!
˚✧₊⁎Nunchi
— 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?
— Pairing: demon lord! mafia boss! bts x poc! curvy! intern! reader
— Genre: super fluff / poly!au / mafia!au / demon!au / soft yandere!au / soulmate! au
— Status: On Going
— Warnings: erotic thoughts, fluff, flirting, nothing really lol
— Word Count: 3.2k
~MASTERPOST~
**AUTHORS NOTE**
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!
Please enjoy!!
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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.
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GHOSTBUSTERS (M)
FratBoys! BTS x Comatose!Reader
Synopsis
For years now, you have loved the Beta Tau Sigma boys. But you thought it was unrequited. Until you were involved in a freak accident and your soul learns that that love may not be unrequited after all.
Warnings
Cheating but not really, angst, slight smut and sex dolls, frat parties, use of weed
A/N. To read the safe for work rest of this series, please proceed to my side blog @clutterfield.
YOONGI POV
The lights are low as the bass booms all over the large interior of the Beta Tau Sigma’s after party.
“Oh baby,” Yoongi moans as his cock throbs, pulses inside the woman’s throat, coating her tongue with his hot white release.
What was her name again? Jieun was it? Naeun? Fuck if he gave a damn. The only thing he remembered was getting high on weed and tugging some random chick to his bedroom.
And now here he was about to get laid but why the fuck was he feeling guilt gnawing like a vice at the back of his mind whenever he thought of your pretty face– he frowns as his dick goes limp too fast for his liking.
The woman’s tits come in full view as she attempts to go on all fours with the clear intention of submitting but then something snaps inside the frat member’s conscience and he stops here to her obvious disappointment. “Get out.” He remarks hastily pulling up his briefs and joggers, suddenly angry at himself, at the world for some odd reason or another and the woman squeaks, shocked and mortified as he none too gently drags her out and locks the door behind him once left alone.
He plops down onto his bed, black sheets still messy from a much earlier romp and he closes his eyes in frustration, slinging an arm over them, taking deep measured breaths to calm himself just as his therapist told him to do.
Grasping for his phone, he thumbs through the group chat and curses upon seeing that YN had asked if one of them could pick her up somewhere but didn’t receive any response. “We’re fucking assholes.” He grouses, throat raw as if wanting to cry.
Why did he want to cry anyway? Fuck, maybe he was too high on weed after all.
Where are you? He texts but after a few minutes, you don’t respond and his eyes flutter shut.
He doesn’t notice that the message failed to send.
SEOKJIN POV
“Where the fuck is everyone?” He gripes, in a sour mood as he balances a pan of freshly done tacos on one hand and his phone in the other.
He still had to check on the steak and his kitchen was already a fucking mess– some of the Sigma members had decided to crash his fridge and steal all the bottles of expensive bordeaux they could find and even graciously left stains on the counters -which he would be the one cleaning up for fuck’s sake!
A hand on his crotch surprises him enough to nearly drop the food tray and as he swivels to shout at the person, his lips are almost immediately assaulted with saliva and teeth, a little bit of spunk too. If he could guess, someone already shot their filthy disgusting load into her mouth.
He wondered why he ever allowed himself to eat her cunt once.
“Oppa, Yoongi-oppa was being mean to me…” Her nasally voice sticks to his skin unpleasantly and he shoves her off.
“Don’t fucking touch me. Who’s fucking girl are you anyways? Yoongi’s?”
Another pout and then Jimin and Taehyung jogs through the room, only to spot her.
“Yah, aren’t you Changbin’s?” Taehyung asks.
She shrugs, eyeing them like a feast and the two don’t hide their disgust. “Get the fuck out and go back to your boyfriend. ” Jimin grits his teeth and the girl huffs, heels clicking as she stalks out.
Seokjin merely raises a brow at them. “She’s been fucking everyone here I take it?”
Both maknaes nod and Seokjin sighs, pushing the tray for them to take. “I’ll be in the washroom scrubbing my mouth.”
NAMJOON POV
He remembers explicitly stating that no women were allowed in the house.
Not when YN was coming home any minute now.
They had forgotten to warn her that the Sigmas were having an annual gathering and he didn’t want to give YN the wrong idea that they disrespected her in any way.
She was family (well more than that…at least to him anyway as he couldn’t speak for the others), this was also her house and he wasn’t a fuckboy enough to subject her to what the fuck ever goes on when one of them brings in women.
He sees Jeongguk pass by, a pack of cigarettes in hand and he stops him. “Guk, who the fuck gave that hussy permission to be here?” He eyes Lee Jieun, all dressed up in the shortest little black dress, breasts hanging out and butt cheeks exposed laughing at the group playing poker by the pool.
Jeongguk squints and growls, “Why the fuck is she here?”
Namjoon steps back an inch, surprised at the younger man’s sudden intense dislike for her. “You know her?”
Jeongguk gives a grim smile, “Yeah, she’s the one who keeps on bullying YN at her workplace. ” He then stares at the leader curiously, “So she hasn’t slept with you, huh?”
“What do you mean she bullies YN?” Namjoon frowns, not liking where this was going. “And fuck no. I wouldn’t even fucking touch her with a ten foot pole. She screams STD for fuck’s sake.” He points out just in time as someone’s tongue touches hers in a horrific public display.
Jeongguk grimaces. “Well good for you, hyung. We were all drunk once and bam, my cock’s inside a loose pussy. I don’t know about the others but that’s how it went for me. ” He grunts. “We all had to get tested at some point because of her. Who invited her anyway? should I call security?”
“No need. I got this.”
Both men turn to see Hoseok, obviously having just woken up from his nap on the couch and heard bits and pieces of the conversation. “And Guk, is it true she bullies our YN?”
“Yeah, hyung. I had to step in one time. Looks like the bitch hasn’t learned her lesson at all.” He gripes.
Hoseok’s eyes turn murderous, the deadly quiet daunting. “Well. Whoever brought her in will not be part of the Beta Tau Sigma once I’m done.” He looks to the leader for affirmation, the latter giving his consent.
Hoseok smiles. This will be fun.
JIMIN POV
He furrows his brows. “Hey, Taetae, why is YN-noona asking us to come pick her up? Didn’t she take her car?”
Taehyung looks up from his food, mouth stuffed full like a squirrel preparing for winter. “Yeah?”
Before any of them can even respond to your chat, a piercing screech fills the air and they look out down below to watch as Hoseok grips Changbin’s slut to the gates. A couple of the guards take her from their hyung and shut the metal grates in her screaming face.
Jimin whistles impressed as the rain drowns out her screams.
He loved tits, adored them really and that cunt did have great globes but it couldn’t compare to YN’s soft tender ones, the only time he’d had a chance to touch them was when she accidentally fell on his lap and scramble off.
It was great. She was great. And he missed her.
Was she coming home now?
He would have to lead her through the side entrance so she wouldn’t be privy to the men around here.
Seven of them were enough after all.
TAEHYUNG POV
He hurriedly guzzles down the wine as Namjoon calls for a meeting downstairs.
With a swift look at his twin, they take the stairs one at a time in a leisurely pace, knowing that shit was about to go down.
He however tries to call you discreetly as he lazily watches Changbin plea for mercy from being ousted from the frat house much like his whore had been, and by the looks of it, he knew he won’t be changing his hyung’s mind.
His call goes through voicemail. Strange.
“Your girlfriend was bullying YN.”
Huh? What does that–
“No, she’s not my girlfriend, I swear! She’s just a past hook up!” Changbin bleats nervously. He was on his knees before them, and Taehyung gets even more confused when Yoongi pops out of nowhere, expression feral and decidedly more sober than the last hour he’d seen him.
“Your fucking hook up spiked my fucking drink with drugs you asshole. ” He grumps, wrist swinging a suspicious looking package before throwing it at Namjoon whose eyes narrow as he goes to sniff and inspect the box. “Weren’t we clear on what goes and what stays here? Recreational weed is the limit, none of the other fucked up stuff.”
“Sorry but can we go back to the bullying YN part?” Seokjin pipes up, gliding through the room like the Dionysus he was, eyes so intense that most of the men shrink under his presence.
Changbin seems to zone in on himself as the other guys exchange furtive glances. “I-I can give you a copy of the video someone took.” He offers feebly to save face.
The seven members of Bangtan freeze.
“Video? What video?” Hoseok grouses, ready to throw fists.
“Uh, some people from Uni caught Jieun and her friends throwing coffee at YN–Miss YN,” he corrects himself at the glare he receives, “a few times. I think they wanted to take it to the school board but I heard the board did nothing so it just fizzled out.” He gives them his phone and sure enough, the evidence is plenty as a few people crowd around it.
Bangtan growls when they hear YN hiss, clutching her hands meekly.
It is then that Jeongguk steps forward, cracking his knuckles. He was going to murder them. “Those old bastards, huh?”
Taehyung hums as everyone turns to him, “I know the school director. I can take those copies directly to him.”
Namjoon nods as he tosses the phone to Taehyung. “Do that, Taehyung-ah. In the meantime, what will we do with you Changbin?” He taps his chin in contemplation and as Taehyung beckons Jeongguk to go make copies of the vidoes, they hear a sharp slap echo and then the clanking of broken metal, signifying that someone’s ring had been snapped in half, probably by Yoongi.
“Dude deserves it.” Jeongguk huffs.
Taehyung thinks that was too merciful.
No one hurts you, their YN. Not even indirectly.
JEONGGUK POV
He was fucking spent.
Panting, his hand is thick with his release as he comes down from the best orgasm he had had in awhile.
He didn’t mean to look into it.
It was just there among the videos as he tried make multiple copies all at once.
You were in swim class, in a fucking one piece bathing suit, all pink and soft and peachy, lips tinted with slight gloss (how the fuck did you manage not to look like a drowned rat compared to others?), and he just lost it.
But once he’s come to his senses, he sees green. Why the fuck did Changbin’s phone have a video of you in swim class? Were there others like this being leaked?
If there was, it was a serious invasion of your privacy and he didn’t like it one bit.
HOSEOK POV
It was fucking three in the morning and Hoseok was embarassingly balls deep inside his sex doll.
After the debacle with Changbin and Changbin’s whore, he and the guys had a round of alcohol and now he was fucking horny as hell.
It’s not like he was depraved.
It was just that his sex doll looked a lot like you, his YN.
“Ugh, fuck, baby doll,” he mutters as he cums a whole load, mouth attaching to almost life like breasts – your breasts– hips eratic and wanting for more.
He spends the next few hours calling your name.
He wakes up in the morning sated.
And then he gets up, a horrific realization coming to light.
They had never checked in on you after all that had happened. Did you even get home safe?
He runs to your room and knocks on your door. No answer.
Fuck.
Fuck!
They were in fucking trouble.
Curious Creatures 7
Pairing:Dragon! Namjoon x Reader
Genre: Fantasy!au; Soulmate!au; Fluff; Eventual Smut; Angst
Warnings: depressing themes; thrilling themes; mentions of blood/injuries;
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:4.1~k
Note: Thank you for your patience <3 Feels great to back in Asterios and getting their stories written again! Let me know what you think of the new characters~ I’m excited for them to get the story going!
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Forget Me Not’s swayed peacefully in the cool breeze, blues and pinks dancing elegantly against the forest floor. Amongst the world of gray the little flowers were the only burst of colors around. The only joy hidden in a sea of cold and colorless life. Trees around them lay in torn pieces, uplifted from the ground and tossed away. Beauty amongst destruction.
“Well that covers the entire West side of the Forest. No sign of any Orcs left.”
Even though the area looked awful, the Forgotten Forest appeared as quiet and eerie as it always had. However Felix could feel it in the air. Something happened here. Not the Orcs destroying large areas of the forest, no… something has changed… it has changed. The Forgotten Forest was no longer the same. He could feel it on his skin, sticking to him in an uncomfortable way. Felix’s face scrunched as he gently rubbed his arms.
“I feel it as well.” Hyunjin was eyeing the area. Even though they deemed the area clear, one could not be too careful. “Something happened here. Besides the Orcs.”
Hyunjin could already see the Council getting a field day out of all the events that happened that night: dozens of Orcs destroying the forest, a Human and a Dragon wandering around Asterios, not to mention that there’s something in the air that neither Fae could place their finger on…
Too much has happened to be a coincidence.
What are the odds of all these things happening in one single night? Over the course of a few days, Hyunjin mightbelieve it to be a mere coincidence. But over the span of a few hours at most? Absolutely not. And judging by the way Felix’s eyes, a usually beautiful opal color that shimmered, were clouded with the same thoughts. Perhaps even the same fears plagued his mind as well.
While inspecting the woods the two had a chance to discuss many things. One of which were the conditions of the Humans. Felix pointed out their lack of resources, the diseases he could feel radiate off of them from time to time. The number of survivors were dwindling. It did lead to an argument, one which had Hyunjin accusing Felix of being lazy and uncaring; why hadn’t he contacted the Council?
“I have. Have been trying for the past century. No one responds.”
Hyunjin had never heard anyone mention Felix’s attempts at contact. No one spoke of any issues going on in the lone and foreign land. He had attended every meeting and heard of all the comings and goings in Asterios. Or so he thought. But why hide these problems? The Humans were sent here to survive and thrive away from the possibility of extinction.
At least… that was what they were told.
Felix sighed and turned back to the Gateway, frowning as the portal began to glow brighter. “We got more company.”
Hyunjin stood next to Felix, both Fae standing prepared, ready to face whatever came through. Felix prayed to the Gods that it wasn’t another round of Orcs. If he had to see another one of their ugly, dimwitted faces again-
“Hyunjin! Felix!”
A tall figure stood before them, hair jet black with burgundy streaks with kind, round eyes that were a cool shade of blue. He wore a dark outfit; black pants tucked into black boots with a burgundy overcoat. A brooch pin of a silver compass was clipped to his cloak, matching the silver rings that shone on his fingers, each one with a different color stone that glowed eerily. The magic that radiated off of him was powerful, a force to be reckoned with. Despite the deadly force that was thrumming beneath his veins his voice was cheery and held a tint of worry.
“Yunho!” Felix grinned at the warlock before them, tackling the male into a hug.
The Fae’s heart was leaping in his chest at seeing his friend after all these centuries. The two worked closely together during the Mortal War, Yunho being one of the best Warlocks to work with the Fae. Felix always held guilt for not informing him, and many other good allies, on their plans of saving the Humans. Yunho would have wanted to know and help them with the cause, but at the time it was safer that only a small number knew of this location.
Hyunjin sighed in relief, walking to the pair. “Thank the Gods, I was worried we’d have another Orc attack- Wait. How are you here?” He froze midstep, staring at him. Yunho never knew of the Humans and their survival-
“Thank the Gods you two are alright,” Yunho sighed, patting Felix’s back, giving Hyunjin a soft smile. “The Council informed me, wanted someone with more knowledge on various types of magic to come out here. You made all of us worried.”
Hyunjin nodded his head, running a hand through his jet black hair. “I should have contacted the Council this morning-”
“More like two days ago, no one knew what happened to you or Felix.” Yunho’s voice was clipped and held worry as he eyed the two. Nothing seemed amiss, except that they looked a little tired. “They were worried sick.”
There was a beat of silence.
“I think I misheard you, Yunho. Did you ask for us to inform you of last night’s events before they even happened?” The tone used was accusing, the male on edge as he stepped closer to the Warlock. “Are you stating that you knew this would happen?”
The sun was still out, the last few rays sweeping against the trees, the Human and Dragon having left hours earlier.
“Last night? Hyunjin, you left nearly three days ago.” He looked just as confused as he felt, eyeing the two Fae. “It’s been going on three days since anyone last heard from you. Since you entered the Gateway,”
The two Fae looked at one another, confusion written on each of their faces. Felix’s mind was trying to figure out how one of them lost days of time…
“It’s changed. The magic.” He breathed, looking at Hyunjin. “What we felt, the shift that something wasn’t right. Our magic that created this place has been disturbed.“
“And in doing so it disturbed time itself?” Hyunjin frowned. “Is this even possible?”
“Unfortunately we do not have a concrete answer.” Yunho shifted his feet, staring at the trees with a similar scrunched up face that Felix wore earlier. He felt it too. The magic that clung to him left him uncomfortable. “But I feel it as well, the magic that was used here isn’t of Fae. To be honest… I’ve never felt this type of magic before.”
Yunho had been around for centuries, having even spent time in the Mortal War when he was a young Warlock. He’s been in contact with all the magic that Asterios held to offer. But this? This magic was different. He could sense it. There was something dark within it, but the core was…
“Ancient.” Yunho whispered. “This magic is as old as Asterios itself. I can feel it whisper against me now…” He cocked his head. “But who in Asterios has this type of magic?” Species were listed in his mind, but none held the ability to possess such strong magic.
At least, last time he checked they couldn’t.
“Orcs can’t learn magic, they don’t have the mentality to do such things.” Felix mused. “Everything was fine until last night… Something was with them. Something that was hidden from us as we were worried about those monsters and the Humans.”
“Speaking of, did the Humans see anything?”
It had been hundreds of years since Yunho said the word ‘Human’. Not since the Mortal War, not since they were all declared extinct by the Elven King Juro. He was still in a bit of denial about the whole idea of an entire species being hidden away for this long. Right under their noses. A conversation that happened mere hours earlier…
“I trust you, Yunho. This is a secret that has been held by this Council for the past three hundred years. No one, not even our own people, know of this. We are entrusting you to help us.”
The Warlock had never seen Ji-Yong so stressed. Not since the war at least. Yunho’s skin crawled at the desperate look on his face. A leader as strong and wise as Ji-Yong, as old and skilled, to be desperate to seek out a younger Warlock’s help was a desperate cry indeed. Yunho was one of the top Warlock’s in Asterios, he was no Soojin of course, but he was heavily trusted by his allies here. Especially Ji-Yong.
“My friend, you look ill. What seems to be troubling?” He tried to lighten the Fae with a kind smile and eyes, a small attempt to ease his mind.
No one could have prepared Yunho for this information.
“No, well…” The troubled look between the two only raised his blood pressure. “There were three Humans and a Dragon-”
“Three Humans? And a Dragon?” He looked between the two. “Ji-Yong only spoke of Humans being here? Are you also hiding Dragons as well? What next, you have a Kitsune-”
“Yunho, calm down!” Felix gripped the Warlocks shoulders. “Just Humans here. The Orcs had the Dragon. I think he traveled with them, well, more like was forced to…” He sighed. “It’s a mess. We need to tell the Council all what happened and about the time jump. Who knows how long you’ve been here now…”
Yunho nodded his head. “Agreed. One of you go, speak with Ji-yong about what happened here.”
“I’ll go,” Hyunjin walked towards the Gateway. “If Felix goes they’ll be much talked amongst the people. They’ll wonder where he’s been this entire time.”
“Excellent, be quick and report back. Let us know how much time has passed.” Yunho gave the Fae a small smile. “I’ll remain here to monitor the magic and try to decipher where this power originated, and make sure nothing else passes through with ease.”
Felix knew it was best he remained there. He knew these woods better than most; he’d know if something were to even shift in the slightest. “Don’t forget our little conversation from earlier… May the Gods grant you speed, Hyunjin.”
“And you, strength.”
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More snow had fallen. The roads were covered in a blanket of cold white, Asterians bundling themselves in layers of clothing and thick boats to protect against the icy element. The night before held an icy wind that bit into your cheeks, dusting them in soft shades of pinks and reds. The brutal winds left your nose runny, face with a small burn, and body feeling weak and agitate.
But you had to keeping moving, the fear of stopping plaguing your mind.
Your hand shook ever so slightly, fingers dancing across the hard scales as Soojin placed more ointment on him.
“He won’t wake.” Your voice shook, eyes darting between the Dragon and Sorceress. Anxiety pranced through your veins like deer in the meadow; jumping and soaring quickly throughout your body.
The bag was weightless across your shoulders, feet moving swiftly and quickly across the old beaten path. Clothes swaying gently in the cool breeze, a small warning to move faster and get to your location faster.
“Draengon is the land of Dragons, where you must go next. This map is magic infused; it will lead and guide you.” Soojin shoved more and more items in the bag. Another magical item; no matter how much you toss in the cloth, it’ll never gain any weight. It’ll remain lightweight and easy to hold. With gentle hands she lifted the sleeping Dragon carefully. “The side pocket inside is where Namjoon will rest.”
Your fingers reached into the bag, gently touching the small head that nestled deep in the pocket. Hidden and safe. His body no longer holds the same intense heat you were accustomed to, adding on to your worry and only making your feet move faster. The snow crunched softly beneath every step.
“It’ll take a few days, but I know you can do it.” Soojin placed the bag over your head, Salem giving off a soft ‘meow’ in agreement. “Follow the map and what you’ve learned, Y/n, and you will save him.”
It was late when you left A Couldron’s Kiss, the sun was setting in the sky as you quickly left Silverwynn. Hood up, head down, steps fast. You didn’t dare stop, didn’t dare rest. There was no time and you wouldn’t be able to sleep a wink with Namjoon being in this grave situation. He needed the magic of his home to rest in, Soojin had explained that every species healed best when they were in their own homeland. The same magic that ran through Namjoon’s veins ran through Draengon.
“He’s been away from his home for far too long. Decades if I’m not mistaken. Pair that and being beaten this bad…” She locked eyes with you, gold eyes reminding you of liquid gold. “He needs the magic of his own kind. My magic can only do so much. He needs his home to fully heal and get better.”
You vowed to yourself that no matter what Namjoon would be home and safe. No matter the cost. You calculated that three days of traveling could easily turn into just over a day if you moved at a steady pace nonstop. When the late afternoon turned to evening you kept moving, kept traveling. Your feet might drag but you’ll get there sooner. And the little Dragon you grew fond of would be healed.
“Where in Draengon do I go? Where do I take Namjoon?” You had just finished dressing in the new outfit from Soojin, she kept the same color scheme of green’s and creams. The clothes were sturdy and laced with a bit of magic from Soojin- shielding your scent and being from others so no one could detect you were Human. Instead they’d assume you were a meek Witch, one with hardly any power. A perfect way to hide in plain sight.
“That’s the beauty of magic from home my dear. Once you cross the border, he’ll start to get better. It’s amazing how drastic the change will happen too. Just keep moving my dear.”
And so you kept moving, kept your head and moved forward. Fingers gripping the bag tightly as if someone would try to snatch the satchel from you. It was odd, having spent a few days with the small creature you found yourself growing rather protective of it. At time you wondered what would happen once you finished this mission…
‘Where will I go once I set you free?’ The snowy woods were quiet as your worries and thoughts grew louder and louder as more time passed. You figured you’d head back home…
Home…
Associating Arcrine with that word made your heart squeeze painfully. The village was never home…
Where was home?
The sun was slowly rising higher in the sky, casting golden orange rays across the frozen ground. Ice and snow turned into sparkling diamonds in the sun’s kiss, your cheeks absorbing the small amount of warmth it offered. The burn from last night still holding it’s sting on your face. The forest was silent, perfect for traveling though nerve wracking. You could easily see yourself making it no time, a small glimmer of hope rising your chest-
“Such a small, fragile girl shouldn’t be traveling alone…”
A voice, raspy and deep, spoke from right behind you. A shiver slithered down your spine as your steps faltered, cloak swaying to a stop as you stared at the ground. Your fingers screamed as you gripped the bag. Slowly you turned, head rising to meet the strangers gaze-
Your heart sank.
Before you stood an Orc, just like the ones that destroyed that Forgotten Forest a few days prior. A wave of panic washed over you as the creature gave you a smile full of rotten teeth.
“Give me the bag and come with me peacefully.”
No, Namjoon-
“Or I’ll use your bones as toothpicks.” The Creature, a male you assumed, stepped closer. “Your choice, little Human.”
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“So this is the last of the Human race…”
Yunho’s voice was soft and in awe, his green eyes watching the little village wander about. Before them was the village of Arcrine, a place as gray and dreary as the forest that surrounded them. Felix and Yunho remained hidden in the trees, silently watching the mortal beings go about their day. To be honest he thought there would be a large amount of Humans thriving; hundreds, if not, thousands. However Felix informed him of the struggles they had faced: famine, disease, lack of resources, and now the magic in the forest going haywire…
It’s no wonder that species before him were so different from the one he had known.
The difference between the Humans he knew and the Humans he saw before him were startling. The Humans in Asterios were always loving and warm; smiles graced their features and they would always lend a hand to those in need. No matter their background. Their auras radiated with warmth and brightness. It had always amazed Yunho that a species with the shortest lifespan in Asterios could show the most amount of love he’s ever seen.
“We know our days are severely numbered Yunho. That’s why we smile and live each day as if it’s our last!”
He could hear his old friend’s voice in his head. Ruben was always the life of the party, always making those around him laugh. And his laugh, a deep and boisterous noise that caused everyone around to laugh with him.
These couldn’t be the same people.
The Human’s he was watching were staggered, heads down. There was no life in their faces, instead he saw nothing but pale lonely faces. Tired. Worn. It looked as though this land had beaten everything out of them.
But could anyone blame them?
Their ancestors were hunted like animals, slaughtered… They lost their homeland. They lost their heritage. Nothing but a hole remained in their past. Yunho could feel that hole ache for each of them, the soft wondering of if there was more to life than the same routine each day…
“You should have told us.” Yunho whispered. There was a bitter tone to his voice as he watched this Arcrine, Felix informed him of the name the earlier Humans chosen. “We would have helped.”
“So more people could know about them? So they could be hunted once more? No. This was the best choice.” Felix snipped back, not bothering holding back his tone.
“You would rather let them live like animals than try to give them life.” A dry laugh parted Yunho’s lips as he turned to face Felix. “They’re dying, Felix. Look at them. They barely have food, we have to-”
“Yunho.”
He’s never heard Felix sound so tired, so broken, so old before. He had to stare at his friend to ensure it was really him Yunho was talking to.
“When they see us, they will try to kill us. We are creatures to them, monsters if you will. There are generations of differences between them and the Humans we knew.” He leaned against a tree, watching a group farm in the distance. “I’ve sent several messages to the Council. No one ever listens to me when I reach out… It’s as though they stopped caring.”
“Why didn’t you send me a message through the Gateway? Hyunjin?”
“The Gateway only works one way. It sends directly the ones in charge, the Council. I can’t leave this place without fearing the Human’s safety. And whenever I send them a message I get silence.”
“You think… in the Council?”
“That there’s a mole.” Felix nodded his head. “I told Hyunjin this as well.”
“That’s the conversation you spoke of before he left. You warned him.”
“Precisely, while he’s there he will uncover as much as possible as quickly as possible.” Turning his gaze back to the Humans he sighed. “I’m praying that this is the start of something good. Something better for them.”
Yunho watched the village as well. He could only nod, not daring voice his opinions on the matter.
Doubt was the last thing they needed.
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He knew.
He knew and he was going to kill you. Kill Namjoon-
“No.” Your voice rang out before you could think. There was no fear in your words, no hint at the panic that beat down on your lungs. Your words sounded icy, a firm answer to the creature before you. It surprised you, but something deep within you was ready to fight.
For Namjoon.
He scoffed and barked out a laugh. “No? You think you have a choice here-?” A scowl appeared on his face, a thick finger pointing right at you. “Some weakling like you stands no chance against me-”
“How about me then?”
A new voice, one that sounded soft and smooth compared to the Orcs. The two of you jumped a little, the newcomer having appeared out of nowhere to your left. Despite the small frame and average height, the woman stood tall and held a power to her that made even the Orc flinch. Her hair was a deep brown with eyes to match, eyes that seemed sweet were glazed with a coolness that caused a chill in your bones. She nearly blended in with the snow around you; whites and creams were what her outfit consisted of. The only color on her wardrobe was a black brooch pin, the shape reminding you of a jagged heart. Inside was a red stone that was steadily beating like an actual heartbeat.
Her ears came to a sharp point, but you couldn’t tell: was she Fae or Elf?
“The biggest differences between the two species: An Elves ear comes to a harsh point compared to their cousin, Fae, and an Elf cannot lie. They can never lie.”
You tried to remember what Felix and Hyunjins ears looked like but your mind went blank. You never paid much attention to their ears. They did look similar to this female’s ears… Was there a difference between the male and female Fae? You were never taught if there were. Soojin warned you to hide against all the species, especially Elves. The history of Asterios was enough evidence for you to try to stay away.
So if she was an Elf, you needed to leave. Now.
But your feet would not move. You were watching the scene before you with eyes wide, darting with each movement one of the creatures made.
“What’s wrong? Can’t go against a little girl like me?” Her voice held a mocking tone that made the creature growl.
In a moment the Orc took after the female, large arm raised to swipe at her in a bone crushing blow-
Crack!
Your mouth fell open as the creature was suddenly turned to stone. Cracks began to form throughout its form and in seconds it fell apart.
She didn’t even raise a hand at the Orc. Not a single eye was batted as she stepped over the now stoned being. No, her gaze was now fixed on you. Except the coolness was gone and in its place was curiosity.
“Did it hurt you?”
You blinked a couple of times, waiting to see if she would turn you into stone as well. “No… I’m fine.” You swallowed and eyed her up and down. She wore civilian clothing with a cloak much like yours.
'Can I trust you?’
“Orcs don’t usually travel around these parts,” She glanced around the woods. “It’s quite rare to see them here. Was there something he wanted from you?”
'Lie. Lie. Lie.’ “Just money I think.” ’Do better-’ “I didn’t even hear him approach me. Let alone you…”
Changing the subject back to being on her, you studied her, waiting for any indication of any fowl planning. “I apologize. I smelt his scent and wanted to investigate. Many women travel these roads alone, and, well, you know the rest.” She gave you a weak smile and stepped closer. “My name is Siyeon.”
“Call me Seeker,” You answered, offering a polite smile. Names held power, that much you were warned about. “It was a pleasure meeting you…” You turned on your heel to leave.
“W-wait!” Siyeon jumped forward, stepping next to you. “Let me travel with you!”
“I-what?” You frowned, head cocked. “Why?”
“You have weak magic,” She gave you a sad smile. “I fear what else might come for you. I’m also heading down this path. Actually I’m heading to the mountains in the South- Hope’s Height to be exact!”
Soojin spoke briefly of the location, Thunderbird territory. “Oh? Business with the Thunderbirds?”
Siyeon giggled. “Kind of, I’m meeting my sister there for a wedding. What about you? Where are you heading?”
One small truth. “I’m heading to Dreangon, to see the tropical lands and waterfalls.”
“Oh! That sounds wonderful!” Her smile seemed genuine, teeth as dazzling as the snow that surrounded you. “What do you say? Travel with me?”
'No. No. Not with him in my bag. Not while I’m trying to save Namjoon.’
The thought of the dragon resting in your bag only made your heart race even more. You needed to get going. Siyeon was extra baggage, yes, bit she was strong. She might be of help…
’…No.’
Something in your heart whispered weakly. Deep down there was a pull, as if a chain was tugging against your heart. It was so weak…
You had two options- deny the request, look suspicious, and see her down the same path eventually. And knowing your luck you’d run into her quite often.
Or…
'No.’
The whisper in your heart was stern, weak, and pleading. The chain was tightening, pulling desperately.
She could tag along, assist you until you reach Draengon. It was only one more day of traveling and she could help if you ran into more trouble…
'No. Please-’
“Yeah, let’s go.” You mimicked her smile. You ignored your heart, shaking your head a bit with a small laugh. “Fair warning, I’m in a bit of a rush.
You were sleep deprived. It was making your anxiety rise for no reason; if she wanted to harm you she would have done so the same time she killed the Orc. Judging by that move she was powerful, powerful enough to snap you with the snap of her fingers.
Travel with the Asterian, allow her to escort you safely to Dreangon as quickly as possible. No sleeping. No stopping.
Keep moving. It’ll be okay.
Simple.
“Good! I’m in a rush as well, I’m always late to these things!” Linking your arm with hers she grinned. “Let’s go!”
She gently pulled you further down the road, her voice feather light and warm as she spoke. There was even a skip in her step as she giggled about something she said. You smiled back, ignoring the chain that was still tightening around your heart. You didn’t even hear the small words whispered from somewhere within you.
'Y/n… please…’
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Curious Creatures 6
Pairing:Dragon! Namjoon x Reader
Genre: Fantasy!au; Soulmate!au; Fluff; Eventual Smut; Angst
Rating: 18+ for mature themes
Warnings: depressing themes; thrilling themes; mentions of blood/injuries; brief mentions of enslavement/sexual abuse/torture
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.
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A sea of white was the first thing your eyes took in. Soft and warm, you awoke in a cocoon of blankets with the morning sunlight gently caressing your cheeks. The coolness of the early morning still lingered in the air and by instinct you shimmied further into the blankets and what you deemed to be a bed made of clouds. The mattress was soft and seemed to embrace you from all over. An invitation to remain in the cocoon forever. However, despite the warmth and fluff surrounding you, there was something off. You felt…. Empty? That wasn’t quite the word you were looking for. Your eyebrows furrowed as you wracked your brain. Something was missing-
“Oof!”
You gasped for air as something large suddenly collided with your chest. Peering down at you were gold cat eyes, staring right back at you with an expectant look. It’s tail swished back and forth lazily behind him as if he didn’t just knock the oxygen out of your lungs. For a brief moment you were shocked, wondering where the cat came from. In fact, where were you- ah yes.
A Cauldron’s Kiss.
“Thank Salem,” You wheezed, sitting up as the cat jumped down. “Nothing like some good suffocating to get you awake in the morning.” You shot the black furball a glance, eyes narrowed.
You got a soft meow in response, Salem’s eyes darting from your to the vanity and screen that laid across the room. An outfit awaited you, as well as a hot bath. The steam from the white porcelain tub rose in swirls, petals of white and red floated at the top of the water. The sweet smelling flowers slowly spread around the room causing you to inhale deeply. Roses and jasmine, soft and sweet scents.
‘Soojin is certainly a welcoming hostess.’ You thought, sliding out of bed. One look around and you were alone once more, Salem having disappeared entirely without a single sound. Not even your door opened, the lock still in place. What would have once caused you alarm now appeared to be normal; magic was all around you. And you were quickly becoming accustomed to it. Whether that was a good thing or not was to be determined.
Sliding out of your nightgown you slid into the hot water and let out a moan.
The bed you slept on was the most comfortable item you had ever rested on. Ever. And the blankets were soft and warm, again the best thing you have ever had the luxury of sleeping in. Even with all the glorious items at your disposal you had a rough night. Sleep came quickly, but throughout the night you tossed and turned. Something not feeling quite right. You couldn’t place your thumb on it all night and not even in the morning… There was something missing.And it bothered you to your core that you couldn’t figure out exactly what it was. The answer was right there, on the tip of your tongue for gods’ sake!
You let out a huff of frustration and sank further into the bath.
A hot bath was what you needed. Feeling the heat loosen your tight muscles and relax your stiff body helps aid your worries. You could lay there all day and stay engulfed in the waters while gentle florals stroked your senses. But as time slowly dragged on, you knew you needed to get up. You couldn’t put off the day forever, try as you might.
You needed to face the Dragon.
A small part of you wanted to see Namjoon as soon as possible; was he alright? Did he get better over night? What if he got worse? Soojin would have awoken you, right? But what if she didn’t, seeing that you would have been of no help… The fear of your Dragon being in worse condition was what made you get out of the bath.
Fully clothed in the outfit Soojin had picked, you found yourself enjoying the clothes that fit your style and appeal. The color choice wasn’t something you had in mind however: green and beige were the color scheme selected for you. The green, you realized, was similar to the color of Namjoon’s eyes. ‘But not as beautiful,’ You thought, hand touching the soft material. Your hand fell as you felt a tug at your heart, remembering how yesterday went.
And the fear of facing him came tumbling on you. Your leather boots tapped against the stone floor as you pace in front of the door. Do you go and see Namjoon? What if he was still upset about yesterday? You doubt you could stand one more day of having the Dragon ignore you like that…
There was also the frustration of knowing you did nothing wrong. It wasn’t like you were some slimy tradeswoman who was using him to make a buck! Supplies were low, and still are- you made a financial decision that would benefit mainly him! If he was still upset about all of it, then the Dragon could have the money for all you care. Besides, didn’t Dragons like treasures and shiny things?
You stopped pacing, jaw set as the anger from yesterday simmered into your gut. All these emotions were making you feel sick. You did take the Dragon to safety, just as Felix wanted you to do. Maybe it was time to go. Unless you wanted to make things worse and cause even more disappointment.
You glanced at the window on the other side of the room, wondering if you were even needed now. In Arcrine you were always the outcast. What made it any different here? You delivered the Dragon to Soojin, you sold a special item that held a lot of meaning and broke his little heart. Perhaps it was best if you silently left-
“Mow.”
“Ah!”
You jumped and gave a high pitched shout. A hand shot up to your heart as you glared at Salem, who stared back at you from the bed. But the swish of his tail indicated that he was pretty entertained at your reaction. Gold eyes peered up at you for a brief moment before sliding to the door.
Time to go.
“Right…” You nodded your head, having a feeling that jumping out the window wasn’t an option. That somehow Soojin had the window locked, leaving you with only one exit. You wouldn’t put it past her.
The door opened with a squeak, Salem leading the way out while you followed slowly. Turning back to the close the door you noticed scratches against the bottom of the door from small claws. You gulped and quickly turned back around, not wanting to know what other little creatures Soojin had wandering in her shop.
The shutters in the shop remain closed, leaving cracks of sunlight to stream through with candles aiding in light. Ahead, on an empty table stood Soojin who was watching the tabletop with interest. She wore a black button up, the sleeves long and made of a sheer material, a maroon skirt, and black boots. Gold eyes never turned in your direction, solely fixed on the creature before her.
Your stomach squeezed as you watched the little lizard stare up at Soojin, eyes narrowed slightly. Once again you felt better at seeing some emotion expressed. A baby step but you’d take it at this point. Hell you’d much rather have him glaring at every one than curled up and staring at nothing with no emotion.
Salem leads you right to the pair before claiming his place on a table next to a window, deciding to take a morning nap. You stood by the table and peered down at the lizard who took no notice of you yet- he seemed rather busy with sending heated glares at the woman before the two of you. Which made you wonder what happened when you fell asleep last night…
“Good morning,” Soojin said, gold eyes still on the Dragon. “Did you sleep well?”
An innocent enough question, but there was something in her tone that made you feel vulnerable. As if she knew something that you didn’t. You dropped your gaze at the floor, feet shuffling. “It was okay… Thank you.”
When you looked up you were shocked to find emerald eyes on you. You expected to get the same look that Soojin got, one that held anger and fire. Instead you found him looking at you with something you couldn’t quite place. An emotion that you couldn’t decipher. And in a second it was gone again. The shell was back and you could swear your heart broke as the Dragon tucked himself back into the satchel. The staring at nothing has returned once more.
You bit your bottom lip, itching to step forward and gently pet his head. You did make a step, hand slowly reaching out but quickly recoil at the memory of what happened last time. Sighing in defeat, you turned to watch Soojin
“I bet it was terrible,” Soojin went on, moving around the table towards a large hearth. “Given the circumstances.” You stepped forward to ask what she was speaking of, but Soojin continued without a pause. “I guess it’s time we formally meet.” Giving a small bow, she smiled. “I’m Soojin, a Sorceress here in Silverwynn. And this is my shop.”
You returned the smile, or at least tried to. “I’m Y/n.” Glancing around you asked. “How do you know Felix?”
“We’re old friends,” She waved her hand, sighing a bit. “He’s a pain in the ass, but he’s a good friend. Which is why he sent you here…” Head cocked, she crossed her arms. “Which gives me many questions.”
“Ask away,” You wanted to answer anything she asked for the sake of Namjoon. You may not be able to lift his mood but you could help get him the healing he needed. “I’ll answer to the best of my abilities.”
“Let’s start with the moody Dragon then,” It was as though she read your mind. You both looked down to see Namjoon still staring at a wall with zero interest. “Sheesh, what happened to him?”
You winced at the question, not liking the way Soojin asked nor the tone that was used. Both indicated that it was out of characters for Dragons. And you honestly didn’t like the idea of recalling the day before. However you needed to.
“He’s been like this ever since yesterday morning,” You sighed. “He refuses to even look at me…”
“Interesting… Did something happen?” Her eyebrows rose curiously. “An argument of sorts?” As she spoke, Soojin was gathering jars of herbs.
You snorted at that. “Hard to argue with a creature who never speaks.” You missed the shocked look on her face. “No, I think it has something to do with me selling a scale I found. You see, I woke up to one of his scales laying on me-”
Crash!
You spun and saw Soojin standing there, staring right at you with her hands still open and a destroyed jar on the wooden floor. Even the commotion didn’t cause Namjoon to move. Instead he remained tucked in your satchel on the table, eyes glazed over as he watched a wall with hardly any interest.
“I, uh, well that would do it.” She sighed and snapped her fingers. A broom and dustpan floated over and you watched in awe as it cleaned up the mess. “Poor thing, he must be feeling miserable…”
“Feeling miserable over a scale that fell off?” You frowned, eyes turning back to the Dragon. “It was just laying there-”
“Dragon scales don’t just fall off.” She cut you off, finger held up in a matter of fact pose. “They can only be removed in two different ways: by a Dragon or death.”
Your eyes widened. “Are you saying that he did this… on purpose?”
“Precisely.” Soojin walked closer to Namjoon, a single finger reaching to try and stroke his head. “He did it,” A low growl bubbled in his throat causing the Sorceress to curl her finger back. “For you. Dragon’s use scales in many different ways. Seems in this case-” The growl grew louder. She huffed. “Well, for now, just know he gave you that scale. And you gave it away. He’s just upset and pouting.”
Despite it not making a lot of sense to you, you at least had sympathy for the creature. Afterall you recall seeing the open wound from where the scale was and how painful it must have been. Slowly you stepped closer to the Dragon, his eyes still trained on Soojin with a low growl aimed at the woman.
You could feel guilt bubbling up in your chest. “I honestly didn’t know. I was washing it in the stream and a woman bought it from me. We had no food or supplies…” Your voice trailed off, but then you remembered how many times you had apologized and then frowned.
You walked around the table and now purposefully stood in front of the Dragon. Squatting at his level you stared right back at him, allowing yourself to feel the same irritation you did yesterday.
“I understand you’re upset about what happened. But keep in mind I did it to make sure we had money for food and supplies, especially for you.” Your voice held no malice, but it was stern. Almost like a mother scolding a child. “The medicine was gone that morning as well as the food. I didn’t want to give the scale away and it crushed me to do so. But I did what I had to do. Foryou.”
Emerald eyes watched you and you could slowly see life come back into his eyes. An emotion washed over you, you could feel it deep inside you: adoration. With a large wave of relief. Slowly Namjoon eased himself out of the stachel and moved closer to you, eyes gauging your reaction. Waiting to see if you were going to scold him some more. When you remained silent and still he inched closer until his forehead rested against yours.
You grinned at the little guy. “I guess this means I’m forgiven then?”
A snort interrupted the two of you as Soojin watched the scene unfold with a gleam in her eyes. “Oh trust me; he forgives you. You could clip the little things’ wings and keep him locked in a cage forever and he’d never have an ounce of hate for you.”
You stood upright, ignoring Namjoon’s huff as he inched as close to you as he could get. “I doubt that. If anyone treated me that way I’d hate them.” You tried not to laugh when the Dragon pressed himself against your stomach, curling against you as best as he could while being on the table. “But I guess I am forgiven for being such a traitor.”
Soojin laughed and walked back to the table, several jars full of herbs laid around as well as a book with a maroon cover. She stood next to you and smiled down at the reptile. “I hate to pull you away little guy, but it’s time for some more salve and this time, we’re adding magic.”
He weakly removed himself and allowed Soojin to place him on her side of the table. You watched as she gently opened the jars and book up, tapping her finger on the table. “Ah, right!” She snapped her fingers and a small cauldron appeared before the two of you. Hot water steamed from the pot and she began to create her salve.
“So, how did this happen exactly?” Soojin asked. “Namjoon here hasn’t been able to tell me.”
‘So he can speak in person… I’ve only ever heard him in my dreams…’ You thought, remembering the dreams with the deep voice that spoke to you. “Some Orcs got a hold of him.” The night where everything for you had changed. Memories of the large creatures chasing you caused you to shiver. “Luckily we got away.”
“Ah, Orcs do love their trade.” Soojin hummed, stirring the little cauldron. Walking to a shelf she plucked a small vile. “Dragon scales are worth a lot. As you probably already know.” Her tone was teasing as she went back to the cauldron and spilled the amber liquid into the water with herbs. “But still, to have a Dragon so close to the black market? I wonder what he was up to…”
The liquid turned a brilliant orange, holding a beautiful shimmer to it. “I honestly don’t know where they found him. Namjoon and I met when I fell down a ravine and went unconscious. It was near my village, that’s where Felix and… Hyunjin, if I’m not mistaken his name, were.”
It seemed as though the world went still for a moment. Soojin stopped her mixing, gold eyes fixed to you. Salem had awoken from his nap and was now interested as well, silently watching you. Namjoon stirred, eyes glancing between the two of you as the silence grew.
“Is everything okay?” You began to worry that you might have said something wrong.
Soojin shook her head. “Yeah, I’m just surprised. Hyunjin never leaves Serentia.” Her tone held no further context on whether that was a good thing or bad thing. “But please continue, the more I know the better we can make Namjoon.”
You nodded your head and told her the events that took place aftward. From the moment you stepped through the gateway to where you stood now. During that time Soojin had applied the salve to Namjoon who seemed to be loving every second of it. The bright orange liquid had taken on a thicker form, a cream of sorts. Your little Dragon was content on being curled up on that table; Soojin massaging the cream on his wounds and any area that seemed even a little off, while your voice drifted throughout the place telling the story of how you all met.
Once you were finished, Soojin sighed and cocked her head. “A gateway that’s periwinkle? I’ve never heard of one that color.”
“It’s the only one I’ve ever seen, the first time I saw it too.” You sighed. “The Forgotten Forest is too dangerous to travel through.” The dark and looming trees still made you shudder. “The fog makes my people go insane… Well, except for me and my friend Jongho. We were able to travel through it without losing our minds.”
She blinked once. Then twice. You could feel the air around her shift: confusion turning to slight irritation. As though your words were no longer valid, holding any truth to them.
“I- Wait where are you from again?” By now the workplace was clean and Namjoon was covered in the bright orange cream. He was watching the exchange curiously, obviously not sensing any harm from the conversation. At least that made you relax a little.
“Arcrine.”
“Ar- what? … That place doesn’t exist.” She frowned, turning to look at you. Her eyes narrowed and looked you up and down. “Are you playing games with me?” Despite her smaller figure you could almost feel the power radiating off of her.
“No! Of course not,” You held up your hands and shook your head. “It’s a real place… just not here, as in here in Asterios.” You wished there was a better way of explaining the situation. But you yourself were equally confused with your location and if you were even in the same world as Arcrine. By the gods, if you weren’t… You dreaded even trying to comprehend it.
“Huh… a Dragon not from Asterios, well, that’s something I’ve never seen nor heard before.” Head cocked to the side, red locks tumbling from the gesture. A finger tapped on her chin as she thought. “Dragons are only known to reign here in Asterios.”
Her knowledge and age held weight, that much you knew. Last night she spoke of not having seen Felix for centuries. She obviously knew her away around these lands like a professional, having seen and heard things you could never dream of. And if she hasn’t heard of Arcrine…
“Namjoon is from Asterios. I, on the other hand, am not.” Wasn’t it obvious to her? You could have sworn it could easily be seen by the way you moved around the shop; all of this was new to you. This whole world was nothing you could dream of. “I’m from another land, I guess…” You trailed off, mind jogging as to where exactly your home was.
Soojin stared at you, eyes scanning your figure with disbelief. There was something not adding up for her. “Wait, you’re notAsterian? I could have sworn… I felt the magic from this land on you-” Her hand shot out and gripped your own, eyebrows furrowed. You flinched slightly and tried to pull away but her grip was like iron. There was no escaping. “You have Dragon magic all over you.” Her gaze looked at Namjoon who had a twinkle in his eye. “You coated her with your magic? Why?” The question was asked curiously with no demand nor ill feelings behind it. You, however, felt even more confused.
“He did what?” You cocked your head at her. You’ve never heard of such a thing, and why would he do that to begin with? You certainly had no use for it, right? “I’m not magical at all-”
“Everyone has magic.” She scoffed and stared at your hand. There was a determination in her gaze, a want to prove you wrong. “Even the weakest of creatures carry a small amount of magic hidden in their veins.”
You narrowed your own eyes on her, snatching your hand back. You knew she meant no harm, but calling you weak wasn’t something you took kindly. “You are extremely incorrect and out of line.” Breathing through your nose you calmed yourself. “You see, I’m Human-”
It was as though the world turned ice cold when the words were spoken. Goosebumps raised on your arms and the warmth from the hearth was completely gone. In its place was a bitter coldness that iced over your heart and froze your veins. Instinctively you inched closer to Namjoon, his small body feeling like a furnace.
She stared at you with lips parted and eyes widened. A gasp escaped and she studied your every movement with fascination and confusion. Namjoon was watching the exchange, mainly the shop owner, with eyes narrowed. There was a long pause of the three of you merely studying one another. Finally she shook her head.
“That’s… that’s not possible.” She whispered, stepping closer to you. “You can’tbe one…”
Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched her. “I am. I am a Human.”
“That’s simply not possible.” She glanced between you and Namjoon, swallowing a lump in her throat. You honestly wanted to hit her with her broom at this point, feeling frustrated. How was it so hard to believe that you were Human? You opened your mouth to voice this but the next few words clamped your mouth shut and almost made your heart stop.
“Asterios killed off the Human race centuries ago. Every last one of them.”
A deep breath in.
Out.
“What?”
Your voice shook, tone light. That can’t be possible… There was no way that was possible. How could an entire species be killed off? Better yet: what could warrant such an outcome? You couldn’t catch your breath, fear crawling under your skin as you watched Soojin for a moment. Where did her loyalties lie? The room suddenly felt too crowded, too tight, too much-
Squeeze.
You glanced down and saw that green tail curled around your wrist, tightening the hold. Namjoon’s gaze was worried as he watched you, as if he could sense what you were feeling, how your brain was short circuiting. The pressure increased slightly, an attempt to anchor you and keep you from spiraling. Lifting your other hand you took a deep breath and placed your hand over his tail, finger gently petting the scales.
“Breathe, Y/n, you’re safe here.” Soojin spoke in a hushed tone. “This place is heavily guarded with centuries of spells, wards, and all the fancy work. No one can enter this place, let alone hear us.”
The racing beats of your heart slowed to a calmer state. You gulped and gave Namjoon a shaky smile as you heard Soojin snap her fingers. The table was suddenly set with plates with food and beverages of all types scattered throughout. A small feast. From another room you could hear the shuffle as two chairs dragged themselves towards you both.
“My mother always told me that stories are best told with good food.” Soojin spoke, her tone softer. She must have picked up on your mood, sensing the spike of fear and panic. “Let’s sit and learn more about one another. I hold much of the history of Asterios. And you, Y/n, hold the history of Humanity. Together we can form a puzzle and work through this together.”
Her words were like honey on a sore throat; sweet and soothing. And so you both sat down, Namjoon shuffling to remain on the table by your side. It was decided that you were to go first as the Sorceress, Dragon, and even Salem watched you with curious eyes.
And so you told them the story of Arcrine. Well, as much as you could since your village had no records or memory. Even though you talked to Namjoon about your mother and Jongho, you only told the Dragon the good memories you had. You never mentioned wandering into the woods to where Felix was, the isolation, and how the people treated one another. But you spoke of every detail you could. When you were finished, the food was long gone.
“Arcrine…” Soojin whispered, tasting the name on her tongue. “A place I’ve never heard of nor seen has been existing for centuries. A place where only Humans live.” She sounded as though she was in a trance, eyes far away, trying to imagine the little area you described to her. A village painted in shades of gray with no hope but to survive each season as best as one could.
“And Felix.”
“And my traitorous friend.” She hummed, making you chuckle a little. “I’m not surprised he never told me. The less that knows of your village the better… until now.” Her fingers tapped against the table. “It’s best I tell you about Asterios. The gods know that you’re going to need to learn about the place you’ve been wandering through. The dangers that dwell here are great, and for a creature of your species paired with a Dragon?” She laughed humorlessly. “The gods certainly love chaos.” Soojin leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. “There’s so much to explain… Let us start at the very beginning.”
**The room darkened, the candles flames grew suddenly as gold and glittering smoke gently lifted from the flames. You watched in awe as the glittering smoke took many different forms of small beings, roughly the size of the wooden dolls you had as a little girl. You and Namjoon leaned forward, watching with fascination as Soojin began the tale of Asterios.
“Asterios used to be a land of harmony; species of every kind were welcomed here, from far and wide. From the righteous Thunderbirds of the south,” You watched as lean, tall figures stood proudly with large wings fluttering behind them, “to the protective Wolves of the north.” A wolf danced across the store and jumped to morph into a human-like being in the blink of an eye. “Species from all over dwelled amongst one another with ease. No one was restrained on where to go, no species was singled out. Above each species was one leader or in some cases, a council, to rule and dictate their people. These key individuals were good friends, close and trusting of one another. They lead with honor and honesty, setting an example for the people of Asterios.” You watched as many figures gathered around. There were so many unique figures of so many sizes to watch. But eight figures stood out from the rest, standing in the middle of the room to easily gain your attention. “Until three hundred years ago.
“You see… no one truly knows what happened to cause what is now known as the Mortal War. It happened so fast… Peace and tranquility had died in the blink of an eye and in its place was a brutal war, where many died. A war between the Elves and Humans.” A figure with a beautiful gown began to argue with a taller man, both seeming to shout at one another though no words could be heard. “There were rumors of what started the chaos and bloodshed: some spoke of the Human Queen Flora stealing the Elven King Juro’s most prized possession and keeping it hidden from them. Some whispered a tale of love gone wrong, and thus anger and jealousy fueled the flames of the war. Regardless of who was right the war broke out for decades between the two sides and blood was shed all over.” The room grew cold, the golden figures suddenly fighting one another. You leaned forward, unconsciously seeking Namjoon’s warmth as the Dragon curled his tail around your middle. A low growl erupted in his chest at the sense of your discomfort.
“Friend turned on friend, families betrayed one another. I remember those days, for I was a healer…” Her gold eyes dimmed as the memories came back in. “When I was a young Sorceress, my mentor, Petronilla, taught me to never choose a side when friends are fighting. I loved people from both sides dearly but the Humans….” She took a shaky breath. “Their attempts were in vain. Elves are a stronger species: they heal faster, move swiffer, and can easily snap a Human in two.” Just as she said you watched as a tall figure easily snapped a smaller figure’s neck without so much difficulty. You flinched and shivered. “I watched as the numbers of Humans rapidly declined. The Elven King, Juro, saw victory when Queen Flora died on the battlefield. But he refused to stop.”
The figure with the beautiful gown was pierced with a sword by a taller figure, turned into gold dust and fading into the air. Around you more and more of the smaller figures began to turn to dust and soon there were hardly any left. Your throat closed up as you watched the dust fade into nothing.
“He decided to eradicate the entire species, leaving no stone unturned or city untouched. Human villages burned to the ground, many perished at the hands of the Elves. The other leaders began to take in the survivors and try to hide them away. Some of them did it out of love… others did it out of gain. Humans were being sold to others on the market for high prices to be used in any way they deemed fit; working till they collapsed, experiments that always failed, breeding utensils for species dying off, the list could go on forever…”
The remaining figures ran as shadows engulfed them, fading into nothing just as the others did. They ran as fast as they could but you watched as each one was slowly snatched into nothing. Your eyes glossed over as you watched these figures that represented your people become nothing. Just dust that trickled down to the floor. Innocent lives that once had stories to tell, had families to love. Gone.
“Many species tried and failed to save the Humans. The Elven king was too strong and his allies too vast. One day he announced that the Human race was gone forever.” Soojin looked at you as her eyes began to shimmer. “You are the first human to have arrived in Asterios in centuries, Y/n, and with you a Dragon. Two species that have long since been thought to be dead.”
You rubbed your eyes and tried to process what you just learned. Words couldn’t describe the emotions that were trying to drown you. The new knowledge, while granting you some answers, only left you with more questions. “But… How did my ancestors survive? Where did Arcrine come from?”
Soojin shook her head, sighing. “Those answers I do not have. But I bet Felix knows more than what he’s letting on. I do not believe it’s a coincidence that he left the same time the Humans went extinct only for him to be popping back up when a Human finally returns to Asterios.” A frown tugged on her lips as her face looked more troubled. “Felix is a great guy, and fights for those who need help. But I now think he’s bitten off more than he can chew.”
“He seemed to be fine when we left,” You attempted to assure the Sorceress. “Felix appeared to be handling the situation well.”
“I have no doubt that he was doing his best. But from what you’ve told me about the Orcs finding your village… ” Her head cocked to the side. “That Gateway has never been recorded. At least not from my library. Which begs to the question: how did the Orcs discover the Gateway and why was a Fae guarding a village of Humans ?”
“I’ve got more questions than that.” You sighed.
“I think we all do, even Namjoon here seems just as puzzled as the rest of us.”
His eyes were narrowed, focusing on a wall. His tail had gone limp from your waist and his body had moved forward. His mind was wandering a million miles a minute and it was only when you gently brushed a finger down his head that he relaxed. “I wish I knew what was going on in his little mind.”
“Once you take him to his home I guarantee you’ll find more answers to this madness.” Soojin smiled at the two of you, a certain gleam in her eye that you couldn’t quite place.
“He’s not… this isn’t his home?”
You didn’t know how large Asterios was, didn’t know just how many locations this land had. Arcrine was all you have known; the small village with the deadly forest encasing it. To be wandering around in an even larger area had goosebumps forming on your arms. In both fear and excitement.
“Not quite my dear,” Soojin stood, slowly stretching from sitting in the chair for too long. Namjoon made similar movements, the orange salve having dried up by now. A small smile appeared on your face as the Dragon shuffled closer to you, gently laying his head on your arm to watch you. “He still has quite a bit of ways till he gets to his home.”
Walking towards a shelf she pulled out several books and a large, rolled up faded piece of paper. The items were placed on the table, Soojin cracking her knuckles and grinning at you. “Today will be spent studying key areas and races. By the end of today you will know where to go and what to do when you encounter certain species.”
You watched as the rolled up paper unfolded into a one large map. Yellow and brown from being so old, you stared at the vast land before you. To put it simply: Arcrine could easily fit into Silverwynn with plenty of room to spare.
“Wouldn’t it be wise if you did this yourself?” You asked. “Take Namjoon home, that is?”
The Dragon shot his head up, staring at you with disbelief while Soojin scratched the back of her head. Namjoon was quick to shuffle his body forward until he tumbled into your lap, the large tail wrapping around your torso as a huff escaped his nose. The Sorceress barked out a laugh and shook her head.
“I could list a million reasons why but here’s the main two. Firstly being that I am quite strong and powerful in magic; people will talk and want to know where I’m going. I would never be able to travel in peace. And Secondly, you two have a bond. I don’t want to sound dramatic but I’m certain if you leave he won’t last. That bond is what’s keeping him strong; you’re keeping this little Dragon kicking.”
A bond. With a Dragon… But how? Your eyebrows knitted together as you tried to comprehend what she just told you. How could two different species that have never met have a bond? And what all did this bond entitle?
The tail around your torso tightened slightly. Nothing painful, not even close to it. You felt as though Namjoon was trying to tie himself to you, tangling himself into you so that you couldn’t separate easily. You swore you could almost feel his tiny heart beat pick up in pace.
Never once did you stop petting the Dragon, feeling his worries of your leaving basically radiate off of him. In response you gave his tiny claw a squeeze in return, knowing he’d understand what you were saying: I’m staying.
The sun was high in the sky now, it being late morning. Not wanting to waste any time you sat upright. Namjoon perked up at this, looking just as attentive as you did.
“Teach me, oh great Sorceress.”
“It’ll be an honor, Y/n, first Human of Asterios and Seeker of Dragons.”
Despite the chuckle you gave the woman you couldn’t help but feel pride in the title. It did have a nice ring to it.
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Curious Creatures 5
Pairing:Dragon! Namjoon x Reader
Genre: Fantasy!au; Soulmate!au; Fluff; Eventual Smut; Angst
Warnings: depressing themes; thrilling themes; mentions of blood/injuries;
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:4k
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“What a beautiful item you have there… Pray tell where you found such a thing?”
Across the small stream, standing a mere few feet away, was an older woman. Long black hair was pulled back into a soft bun with streaks of gray peaking through. Despite the pitch black eyes her face held soft lines and a smile to match. Her ears were pointed and adjourned beautiful jewels that you couldn’t even name. She wore a beige dress, the edges stained from the dirt it gathered with every movement. A simple brown cloak made up the woman’s entire wardrobe. From the looks of it she seemed simple. Plain. But even with the dull outfit you could feel something beneath your skin shudder as you made eye contact.
Your hands froze on the spot, mind racing to think of what to say. “Ah, it’s…”
‘Keep your head low, don’t let anyone close. Especially around the Dragon. Got it?’
Felix’s words echoed in your brain. You recalled them mentioning how rare Dragons were… the woman seemed nice enough but you needed to take caution. “It’s something that I found over in the woods.” You nodded your head down stream, away from where you and your Dragon were camping. “Nearly buried in the dirt.” You thanked the gods that the stream was running clear and held no sign of the small amount of blood that was on the scale.
The woman watched you curiously with a cocked head. “Quite odd to find a Dragon scale all the way out here. However lady luck has smiled upon you today,” Despite the scratch in her voice, her tone was warm and reminded you of that of a mother. It almost seemed to soothe you. “Such scales go for a high price on the market.” Her hand reached into her pocket and gently pulled out a large bag. “I’m willing to make an offer.”
She stepped closer and opened the bag in front of you, revealing colored jewels, diamonds, and gold coins. Your eyes slightly widened at the sight of shimmering stones and metals, having never seen such things in person. The village never needed such items to make trades, not when resources were deemed much more valuable such as meat and herbs. Pieces of precious metals and stones were beautiful to look at, but held no value when starving.
“It may seem like a small sum, but the size of the scale isn’t nearly as large as they usually are.” The woman shook the bag, allowing the coins and jewels to ring in the air. “I hope this will suffice the bargain. It’ll be enough to last quite a while.”
‘Enough to travel with ease.’ You thought to yourself, eyeing the bag. You could gather the supplies needed at the local shops, once you figured out how much each coin and gem were worth, and make this trip less stressful. And even more important, you might be able to find some medicine for the Dragon…
But there was a part of you that recoiled at the idea of trading the scale. Something deep inside wanted to treasure it, keep the beautiful item in your pocket, even wear it as a piece of jewelry to show off. It was odd to think of and even dwell on, but it did make you feel warm on the inside. And even though your heart told you to keep it, the logical side of your brain won the battle. You needed food and the little creature needed medicine.
“I have no use for it,” You finally spoke, the words felt heavy on your tongue. You could have sworn the taste of ash lingered on your tongue as the words tumbled out. “It’ll be a fair trade.”
Your fingers brushed the scale for a second longer, enjoying the smoothness of it before you gently lifted it up in the air. The green shimmered in the sunlight and the woman hummed with delight. When your fingers brushed against hers you heard a sharp inhale as she stared at you, black eyes widening a fraction before returning to normal. “Thank you for this sale, many things come with a cost.”
“Yes, thank you. Safe travels.” The sooner she left the sooner you could leave and get back on the road. Despite the warmth that radiated off of her, you couldn’t help but feel the chill run under your skin once more.
A small nod from her and she was heading into the woods with her head held high. You watched her form disappear, feeling odd at the encounter. The first being from Asterios was… different. But perhaps it was you who was different; you after all were from a completely different world. Maybe you were merely paranoid, traveling with a rare creature and all.
Arriving back to camp you noticed the Dragon still snoring away and the scene made you giggle a little. Who knew such a little creature could make such loud noises? The smile remained on your lips as you sat next to the creature, pulling your bag into your lap. Enough supplies to get you through one more day max. You knew that today was a day for fast traveling. You hoped this Silverwynn place had a store of sorts to purchase goods from. Perhaps Soojin could be of help… whoever this person was. Speaking of strangers…
Namjoon. The name itself has been dancing the back of your mind all morning, sending little sparks of electricity down your spine. The name felt as though it held a lot of weight to it; a strong and sturdy name for someone who bore those traits. But why would your mind grant you such a name?
“Namjoon…” Your voice was barely above a whisper, testing the name on your tongue. You liked the way it rolled off, a little grin on your face as you stared at the trees around you. The second you spoke the Dragon’s eyes snapped open. He blinked up at you, watching you. “Oh good, you’re awake-”
Something gently squeezed your wrist, the Dragon’s tail gently wrapped around your limb. He was staring at you once more, and slowly you found your brain working. You stared right back, head slightly cocked. He stared back, waiting patiently.
“Namjoon? Your name is Namjoon?”
Stumbling a bit the Dragon got up and inched closer to you, blinking up at you. What you deemed to be a smile appeared on his face as his tail squeezed your wrist once more. “Ah, so that is your name. It is very nice to meet you, Namjoon.” You smiled back. “I’m Y/n.”
It felt a little strange to be speaking to a creature like a human. But it didn’t last long, not when you remembered the dreams of the deep voice speaking to you. Was it Namjoon speaking to you? Perhaps he needed help and reached out to the first soul he could. But then why was it you? Why did you see him in your dreams? There were so many questions you had, so many things going on, you prayed that Soojin would be of help in some way.
“You can’t… communicate like before, can you?” You remembered that same deep voice speaking to you in those dreams, a soothing echo in your head. Maybe it only worked in certain situations?
Namjoon sighed deeply, eyes saddening as he gave a soft shake of the head. He still seemed so weak, watching as he tried to stand and stretch his limbs. You knew the cuts were healing properly with zero signs of infection, but deep down you knew there was something else that was wrong.
The sun was slowly getting higher once you got camped packed up. You didn’t have much but wanted to make sure that there was little to no trace of you being in the area. New territory could mean new threats and honestly you were still waiting for those Orcs to come crashing through the trees any second now. A shiver ran down your spine at the memory, deciding the quicker you moved the better. Turning and spotted Namjoon, but he was kicking around the ground with narrowed eyes.
“What’s wrong?” You frowned at the large reptile, watching it scan the ground with an irritated look on his face. When his gaze looked at his arm, or rather underneath, you hummed. “Ah, your scale! I found it when I awoke, poor thing you must have scratched it off in your sleep.” You reached into the satchel and held up the bag the woman gave you. “I was able to trade it for jewels and gold, how lucky are we?”
You expected happiness, perhaps gratitude, maybe even confusion on how you even sold the scale so quickly, but what made you was none of those things. Instead Namjoon stared at you for a solid moment, eyes widening at the sack in your hands. Thinking he was afraid of being rat out, you quickly explained. “I didn’t reveal anything about you! I told this woman I found it in the woods, in the opposite direction of where we’re heading.”
Another moment of silence.
A small noise bubbled in the back of his throat, sounding much like a broken whine. A sound that was downright pitiful, so pitiful that your heart clenched as you watched the little Dragon curl up in the dirt, staring at everything that wasn’t you.
“I- Namjoon…” What should you do? Was he so partial to the scale that losing it was something close to heartbreak? You had no knowledge about Dragons. “I’m so sorry,” You whispered, slowly stepping closer. You were half expecting the little lizard to get angry and try to bite your ankles.
Inching closer you knelt to his level, but those green eyes remained on the ground. You weren’t acknowledged, and judging by the look on his face you were certain he wasn’t going to react to you anytime soon. So gently, you scooped him up and placed him in his bag where he remained still.
‘He’s upset, but he’ll get over it,’ You thought to yourself, making a mental bet with yourself that he would be over this in about an hour.
You were dead wrong.
You were speed walking through the forest now, determined to get to Silverwynn and get the Dragon out of your hair. Ever since you mentioned selling the scale the reptile had been giving you the cold shoulder. You tried to ease the little creature out of his shell, to get him to open up but alas it was no use. Namjoon was ignoring you and chose to stay curled up inside your bag and away from your eyes. It did break your heart to see him act in such a way. And it didn’t make much sense to you either; you did what was best for the two of you. You now have valuable items that can be traded for more supplies. Supplies to help him.
After the first hour of silence, you attempted to talk to Namjoon. You tried to gently ease the Dragon out of his state of sadness but was met with nothing. A cold shoulder at best. Hours passed and what was once empathy turned quickly to a small kindling of anger when you tried to gently pet his head. He loved head pats, something you learned yesterday, but the minute your finger brushed against his head, you were given a glare and low hiss. It wasn’t threatening though, you recall how scary he can truly sound. This noise was more sad… heartbroken. As if he was tired of the world all together.
And for some reason that hurt more than him ignoring you.
Being the stubborn woman you were, you scowled down at the bag he was hiding in. “I can’t wait to get you to Silverwynn,” You grumbled. “Drop you off at this Soojin and let them deal with your moody ass. Then I can leave and go home.”
Your tone was cool as you stared straight ahead, not allowing yourself to look at him or acknowledge him. You would give him the same treatment, it was only fair. But the words you spoke seemed to make the air around you heavy. A dark cloud forming around the two of you.
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It started with a temperature drop.
The once warm air turned crisp, the breeze nipped playfully at your skin. Tugging the cloak closer you scanned the area, noticing the area turning into a different terrain all at once. The tall oaks that shined with the summer sun were replaced with dark green pines that held a promise of cooler temperatures. And the promise was held as the warm air turned even cooler, despite the sun being at high noon now.
The leaves shifted around you as well; behind you there were still the same trees that held vibrant leaves of green. But ahead you could make out the golden leaves of autumn and watch in awe as you walked from one season to another in a matter of minutes. Each footstep led to the crunch of leaves. And green turned into warm colors of autumn; leaves of vibrant orange, shimmer gold, and cool maroon danced around you. The colors were beautiful and hummed with magic, the trees danced around you in a small and smooth sway with the cool breeze.
Despite the anger that still gripped your heart from Namjoon, you found a small smile gracing your features as you walked on, eyes watching the world around you. Little did you know, soft eyes were watching you as well, feeling guilty.
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You could hear Silverwynn before you could see it. So many different tongues speaking and shouting over one another, different tones being raised and lowered. The cobblestone path led you to a large village, easily three times the size of Arcrine. The homes were nicer as well; smooth stone cemented together and encased by the golden trees of autumn as well as a few pine trees. In the distance you could make out snowy mountains and rolling hills of red. The entire village made you stop in your tracks at the entrance and take your surroundings in.
At the entrance there were stalls of all types: wooden tables, wagons, barrels, and much more placed around. Creatures from all over were selling items of all sorts and shouting in different languages. Ladies held up spices and meats from far off lands, men draped fabrics of all types on clothes lines, showing off the colors and beads. Deeper into the village you could make out homes and shops.
This was a village of trade, with crowds of beings, gathered together in large groups as they bargained and traded for resources. Some of those looked human, while many others held significant differences: faces covered in fur, skin with scales, feathers, and so many more differences that you felt like a sore thumb amongst them.
Mundane.
Pulling the cloak hood up, you smoothly walked into the village and began your hunt: Soojin. You wanted to ask, to see if anyone knew who this person was. However you didn’t know how they would respond: would they follow you? Ask questions and corner you? Having been so used to being away from crowds and groups all your life, you felt a nauseating wave of panic trickle over you. Peeking down you saw your bag closed tightly, your only companion making himself as unknown as possible.
‘Lucky bastard.’ You mentally pouted, walking around the stalls and heading deeper into the village. You noticed the crowds thinned out drastically as you headed further in, giving you a small amount of comfort. You didn’t feel as suffocated and could focus a little more, but as time went on you found yourself walking in circles, eyeing every shop in home with hopes of someone stumbling out and seeing you. As if the Fae would have sent a letter or something to warn this person of your arrival.
Two hours passed and you wanted to cry.
The sun was setting now, the sky turning a beautiful shade of pink. Around you everyone was retiring for the night, or heading away from the village to continue on their journey. Your stomach was growling and feet ached, not to mention the temperature dropped even more as the sun set. You shivered and longed to be curled up next to a fireplace. The closest thing you had was Namjoon, a small little furnace at your hip. You wanted to assure yourself that he would be fine- he was a Dragon, he probably had some fire in him. But the worries of him already being sick and the cold air making it worse took over-
“We should have stopped at Soojins while we had the chance, I’m running low on mint.”
You froze midstep, feeling your breathing almost stop. ‘Did they… did they just say-’
“Soojin will be open tomorrow, we’ll just have to go then. It’s not like she’s going to close A Cauldron’s Kiss in the blink of an eye.” Another voice chuckled.
A Cauldron’s Kiss… Your brain wracked to remember where you saw the shop and felt your heart race as you recalled: in the back of the village, ten minutes from where you were standing. Swiftly and quickly you made your way back down the cobblestone pathway, ignoring the cries of your feet as you saw the wooden sign. A single candle was on in the window.
Not hesitating, you ran up to the door and began to knock in a rushed manner, too tired and desperate to care what this person would think. The sun had set, the air was cold, and you were tired and worried about your Dragon. His attitude be damned at the moment. A solid minute of knocking went before the large and heavy wooden door was opened quickly, your fist still raised in mid knock.
Before you stood a young woman your age with raven black hair and wispy bangs. Her eyes were gold and narrowed in on you, arms crossed as she raised an eyebrow.
“The shop closed an hour ago, I’m not doing business at the moment-” He hand reached out to the door, ready to bid you a goodnight and close the piece of wood in your face.
“Felix sent me.” You rushed out. “Please, I need help.”
She blinked once. Then twice. Eyes no longer narrowed in at you with annoyance. You could almost see the gears grinding in her head as she stared at you with confusion at first. Fearing that you got the wrong person, you were about to leave but her eyes widened quickly. No words were said, but she grabbed your arm and pulled you inside the shop.
The door slammed shut and locked in place as you stood at the entrance, wondering what on earth that Fae got you into. Every one of your senses came to life as you took in the shop around you, looking for a way out. But it was too dark to see clearly, the single candle creating a soft glow and doing little to help.
“Felix hasn’t been seen in centuries.” Her voice bounced across the empty store. “No one has been able to get a hold of him. Not even one of his best friends.”
You could detect the slight bitter tone in her voice and knew you found the person you were meant to. She walked around you, black dress sweeping along the stone floor. With a flick of her wrist several things happened at once: candles began to light up, a fireplace burst to life, and the shutters on the windows closed. A quiet and safe place, you thought.
You looked around and saw tables that held different glass jars of items; herbs, bones, stones, and so much more. There were so many items that it would take all night to even get through the jars, let alone the books that lined the shelves all around the walls or even the other rooms. The shop was large and with the candles you could see how comfortable it was, especially when the smell of lavender soothed your soul.
With the light you could see the woman before you properly. She was about your height with a round face and pouty lips. Even in the light her gold eyes were bright, catching the light easily, glowing like the candles around. Her dress was as dark as night, v-cut neckline, with a pair of heeled boots. Classy and elegant came to mind. Despite her young appearance, you could tell she had been around for a while just by looking at her eyes: she had seen things, and seemed to hold knowledge beyond your wildest dreams.
“So I must ask who you are and why has he sent you to me?”
So this was Soojin. Sighing in relief, you felt a little more relaxed. You took down the hood of your cloak. “Felix has been guarding the woods around my home. He sent me here to request help for…” You looked down at your bag. “For my friend.”
‘At least, I hope we’re still friends.’ You shook those thoughts from your head as you carefully lifted the bag up and onto a table that was free of merchandise. Soojin stepped closer, watching your gentle hands open the bag to reveal your Dragon. You were surprised to see him awake, still not willing to look at you.
“Oh gods,” She breathed, looking down at the small creature in your bag. “A Dragon. May the great Kitsune strike me down, it’s a real Dragon.”
You half expected Namjoon to acknowledge her, even show a sliver of life. But the reptile seemed too tired to care, which made you feel even worse. Soojin knelt before him, gold eyes looking at him with awe. She reached one finger up to gently touch his head-
Snap!
“I see.” Soojin had recoiled her finger just in time to not be injured by Namjoon’s bite. You were slightly relieved to see him showing some sort of reaction instead of looking like a figurine. Him showing any sort of emotion gave you a sliver of hope. “I shouldn’t be rude and merely touch others without consent.”
Namjoon huffed at her, eyes narrowing before he glanced at you. You watched with a small amount of hope but it was crushed in an instant. One look at you and he had curled back into a ball and was staring at no one in particular. A shell once more.
“Interesting…” Soojin hummed, tapping her chin in thought. “There’s a lot to unpack here… I can feel how exhausted you are, your soul is quite tired and worried.” Snapping her fingers you heard a scuffle and a small bell ring.
Thump!
A large cat jumped up on the table with long fur that was midnight black, eyes the same gold color as Soojins. “Salem will lead you to your room, just beyond that door is a flight of stairs with bedrooms. Inside is a hot meal and bath for you as well as night clothes. In the morning we will discuss this matter.” Noticing your eyes looking down at the Dragon she chuckled a little. “You can rest easy, everyone is safe here.”
You slowly nodded, feeling the rush and journey from the day catch up to you. Salem let you a small chirp, jumping down and began walking to the back of the shop where a door was. You began to walk but stopped midway, turning back to look at the table once more. Soojin was gathering together herbs, similar to what you had been using, as well as bandages.
“His name is Namjoon,” You spoke up, watching the woman stop and snap her head to look at you properly. “The Dragon, his name is Namjoon…”
You continued to follow the cat, too tired to hear the soft whine and small amount of movement coming from the table. Directed to you. The events of the past two days crashed into your bones and within twenty minutes were fed, scrubbed clean, and wearing clean clothes. The bed was so soft and warm, yet something was missing. The nagging feeling never left, not even when sleep came over you so quickly.
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Curious Creatures: 4
Pairing:Dragon! Namjoon x Reader
Genre: Fantasy!au; Soulmate!au; Fluff; Eventual Smut; Angst
Warnings: depressing themes; thrilling themes; mentions of blood/injuries;
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.
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Note: You’re getting a peak inside Joon’s lovely mind~ chapter is truly about what’s going on his little Dragon brain<3 It’s been a rough week for many so I figured this was needed. He is lovesick already lol
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The danger you were walking into never crossed your mind; these people needed your help. Your brain was correcting every logical thought that passed your brain and guided you forward with steps of confidence. Your very soul felt lifted as you crossed the stone arch and you felt so accomplished, eyes darting around at the beautiful glow that surrounded you. Lips parting in awe, you glanced down at yourself.
Ripples of periwinkle slithered along your skin, dancing like small waves in a stream. They glowed and held a sparkle that resembled the stars you loved to gaze at. The shine danced across your skin beautifully, feeling cool and smooth like fine silk. It brought a pleasant shiver down your spine as you felt yourself being wrapped around the periwinkle glow. For the briefest moments you felt as though nothing in the world could stop you; you held the power to conquer anything in your way. You were weightless, powerful, extraordinary, and then suddenly the feeling dropped as you felt the fog around your brain slowly being lifted. And then the panic of your actions set in. You walked into an unknown area, for unknown people…
It was far too late as you were suddenly yanked forward by the ripples and the world around you shifted. Colors danced across your visions in a dizzy frenzy and everything tilted from the left to the right. A bright white light blinded you for a moment and then your body felt it. The weightlessness was gone, gravity now pushing you weighing you down. Your knees shook at the impact, however you remained standing upright. Heavy pants escaped your lips, a dull thud sounded next to you.
Landing not so gracefully into the ground was the Dragon, his face scrunching up from the impact. Swiftly you moved to kneel by him, your hand moving on its own accord to caress the side of its face in a worry manner, trying to gauge if he was injured even more. You could feel the vibrations under your hand, fearing that he was growling, you quickly pulled away.
“Sorry, I….” Your mind came to a blank, not quite understanding your own actions. All you could do was inch away and make sure the creature had enough room. The last thing you wanted was to anger him. Glancing up to survey the area you missed the emerald eyes that looked at you in a sad manner.
All around were trees but you knew this wasn’t the Forgotten Forest. The trees here felt older, you could also feel something hum against your skin. A power of sorts. Everything around you thrummed with a force that was bigger than life; as if each tree and pebble had their own heartbeat. The air smelled better, having a sweetness to it that made you inhale deeply. And the colors… Everything back home held a gray tone to it; miserable and void of any life. However this new land was vibrant and screamed with life. You felt as though you were seeing the world for the first time, as if the sun finally decided to properly shine down on you. A world so vibrant was right at your fingertips. In awe you slowly turned to watch the nature around you for a moment. It wasn’t until you heard a soft grunt that you were pulled out of your trance and were glancing back down at the Dragon.
He could barely stand on his own, his legs wobbled and head drooped down despite his determination. Though your heart ached for the poor creature, you were cautious this time around; you didn’t want him to get annoyed with you. Ever so carefully you reached into your bag and settled back down on the ground and kept a few feet from him as you got to work.
“My mother taught me how to make some of the best salves, this one is made with ginger.” You gently took out a small jar that was cream in color. “It should help ease the pain you’re in, I- oh!”
Your voice came out hushed as something warm was pressed against your thigh. You nearly dropped the jar and glanced down, eyes widening at the sight. The Dragon was now using you as a resting spot. His head laid against your thigh, eyes watching you with a gleam you couldn’t quite place.
Placing some of the salve on your finger, you began to softly treat the creature. You spoke as softly as you worked, telling him about your mother and the herbs she taught you how to use. And you always explained what you were going to do next in a way to not startle him. But something deep inside of you knew that no matter what you did he wouldn’t care too much; he watched you without a care in the world.
“There you go,” You smiled down at him. “I hope it helps, even a little.” Packing up your belongings you wanted to stand but the Dragon huffed, eyes trained on you still. Blinking a couple of times, you gently placed your hands on his head. “Come on big guy, time to get a move on…”
The exact opposite of what you wanted happened. You wanted him to stand and allow the two of you to begin your journey, however he had different plans. With a whine the Dragon had managed to crawl entirely into your lap in mere seconds. You were too shocked to move, a breath being held as you watched him settle against you with a sigh. And you had to admit, he did look quite adorable curling up like a house cat.
‘Can I…’ He was already in your lap… and you were feeling a little braver. Slowly your hand rested on his head, gently moving with his scales. Each stroke was soft and delicate. You watched the scales as the sunlight hit certain ones; black turning into an enchanting green. You could watch the colors shift all day. A minute later the vibrations you felt earlier were back and you jumped, hand freezing above his head. Peering up at you with an eye cracked open, he huffed and looked annoyed. Exactly what you feared.
As swiftly and as carefully as you could, you slid away from him and stood with your bag slung over your shoulder. Hands trembled against the strap as you stepped back a few paces. The Dragon sat on the ground and stared at you with something unreadable on his face. Not wanting to dwell too long on what the creature was thinking, you instead looked around and spotted a dirt path. Eyes following it you could make out a large wooden post with several arrows pointing every which way: a directional sign. Silently cheering for yourself you began to walk towards it only to stop when you heard a soft whine.
‘Ah, stupid Y/n! The poor Dragon…’ You mentally cursed yourself, watching the small creature try to keep up. You had to admit that he held a lot of determination. The salve seemed to help seeing that he was now walking a little better but he was still so weak. Once again your heart felt heavy at seeing him trying to trail after you. In a few long strides you squatted to his level and opened up your bag.
“You’re big enough to fit in here. It’s not ideal, but it’ll do for now.”
No convincing was needed, the Dragon scurried into your bag eagerly and nestled inside quickly. You let out a snort as you watched him make himself comfy, head poking out just a tad to keep an eye on you and the area. And to your surprise he was light, so light that it was a little easier to carry him. It was by no means ideal, knowing that he was going to get cramped and that you weren’t strong enough to carry him the entire way. You just hoped that getting to Silverwynn wouldn’t take too long. The faster you traveled, the sooner you could help this poor Dragon and save Arcrine.
The wooden sign stood tall and proudly in the midst of several different paths. Strangely enough each path was quite different from one another. Some paths had stones of varying colors that were faded, some held different colors of dirt. Some of the names on the sign were far too worn to even read, however there were a few you could make out.
“Alright… Oakenshire is to the east of us. Melancholy Meadows in the south, that sound depressing… ah! Silverwynn is North.” Looking down at the bag you watched as the Dragon looked up at the sign with a cocked head. “Looks like we’re heading North.”
The path to Silverwynn had white cobblestone mixed with a light dirt, the terrain seemed even and easy to walk across. You failed to notice the way the Dragon turned his head in the opposite direction, his head nudging your hand to try to gather your attention.
“It’s going to be fine! We’ll get you healed up at your home and then I’ll get to help my people,” You smiled reassuringly at him.
It was as easy as that… right?
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Time flew by and the sun was slowly setting in the sky. Having followed the sign you traveled amongst the dirt path and admired the new land before you. The area didn’t even have a name for you to call it, yet something about it made your soul sing. It felt like an old home to you. The land you were used to was harsh, unforgiving, and dark a lot of the time. Not to mention the forest that seemed to hold more bad than good. Here it was starkly different: the forest was light and held the promise of a better day. The sun seemed to shine softly down on you, golden rays bringing life to all they touched. And the air smelt sweet and fresh… You wondered if you were in a dream.
And your new traveling companion was the best listener you’ve ever had. Time went quickly because of the Dragon, him listening to everything you said and hanging onto every word. When you told a joke you could swear you heard a snort, and when you sighed in sadness at a fond memory he would nudge your hand in a soothing manner. And then there was the mention of Jongho, which always left the Dragon in a small huff. You figured it was because the poor creature never got the chance to meet him.
“Next time you can meet Jongho, he’s really the best!” You smiled reassuringly down at the Dragon, noticing the slight eye roll. “Come on now, if it weren’t for him, I’d be… not here.” You felt a soft nudge and ignored him. “The sun’s setting, we really need to make camp. Despite the easy traveling we have today I think it’d be safer if we stop and rest up. Besides, you need more salve.”
A few minutes later you found a small clearing off the path. It was hidden and safe for the two of you to rest without too much worry. Not having the best gear you made do with what you had, using your bag for a pillow and gathering fallen leaves as a makeshift bed for the Dragon. The grass was softer than what you were used to and would make due for sleeping arrangements. Sitting on the ground you dumped your bag to do inventory-
“No… oh no…” Your chest tightened at the sight before you. There was gauze, the herbs and salve, and two pieces of flint. However the journal was nowhere to be found. Your satchel sat beside you with nothing left inside. “I must have dropped it when I fell.”
Then your stomach growled.
“No food either…” Fate truly wanted you to suffer. While you were sad about losing the one material thing you held dear to your heart you needed to focus on your needs. Food and water being top of the list. You didn’t know much about Dragons but you knew that in order for him to heal properly he’d need a full belly.
There was a growl behind you, the Dragon waiting for your attention. It wasn’t a harsh growl, at least not the same ones he used on the two Fae from before. You deemed this one to be conversational. His tail thumped twice on the ground, head turning to look into the forest before meeting your eyes once more. You were surprised at how quickly you caught on; standing up and walking in the direction he was looking.
Not too far off you could make out a beautiful stream of crystal clear water. You couldn’t hide the smile as you also spotted some berries growing near the stream: raspberries, blueberries, and blackberries. Grabbing your satchel you quickly headed down and gathered as many berries as you could stuff in the bag, the Dragon sitting back and watching your every move. You figured he was curious and was wondering what you were up to, however you didn’t see the way his gaze flitted around to survey the area.
Once the satchel was full you returned and began to feast. You feared the Dragon wouldn’t want the fruit but was pleasantly surprised to see him eat as fast as you did; not a single berry was going to waste. You ensured your little companion ate the most and watched satisfied when his eyes seemed to almost droop with sleep. You couldn’t force your hand away even if you tried, finger gently patting the top of his head.
“Let’s get you some more gauze, then you can rest.”
Just as before you gently applied the salve while he curled up in your lap. You hummed an old tune that you used to hear your mother hum, feeling the creature relax entirely in your hold. His heartbeat was steady and seemed to even match your own. When his final cut was properly coated you carefully moved him to his bed and slid a few feet over to curl up on the ground. Your body welcomed the sleep quickly, and though your brain registered a soft whine you were already in a deep sleep.
Once the salve was placed you curled up against the ground, getting much needed rest.
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Centuries of being alive can really put a number on a person. So much time had been spent in the shadows that he wasn’t even quite sure how long it had been since he last spoke to an individual, face to face. It didn’t matter at this point anyway, not when he was captured and forced into that cage, locked away for what he believed would be the end of the line. His kind were slaughtered for their skin, the scales being worth so much due to their indestructible nature. The sharpest of swords and fastest of arrows could never break the scale formation; it was laughable to watch many try. There were only two ways of breaking through the scale: another Dragon or being killed. And sitting in the back of that wagon he decided it was time for him to leave this world. Honestly he should have been gone long ago, but alas the gods kept his heart beating strong. And for what?
That night he got his answer.
He could feel it like a little string pulling his soul. The Orcs were forgotten as he felt the pull tighten, strengthening. It didn’t just wrap around his soul, no, this string became chains that entangled his entire being. And he welcomed it, allowing those chains to lock and stay forever just as they should. He has heard stories of this phenomenon but always assumed he would never have the chance to experience it. The pull felt stronger and his instincts were awakening once more, after spending weeks of giving up he felt this chain pull him back to his feet and out of the ditch he had fallen into.
And when he opened his eyes…
You were single handedly the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. No one in Asterios could ever hold a light to you. His soul burned with the image of you and for a brief moment he felt himself enter a small state of bliss: his mate was finally next to him. He wanted to shout, to cry and thank the gods for giving you to him after all this time. To thank them for keeping him alive and giving him what his soul burned for. But the feeling of the cage being rattled snapped him out of this state and then the Dragon within came to life.
You shouldn’t be here. This wasn’t a safe place for you, not with the Orcs around and him being too weak to defend you. He was trapped on the inside while you were out there, in the open area with no one to ensure your safety. He felt a bit of panic rise but it disappeared just as fast when he noticed the way you shimmered in the moonlight…
The magical bond between the two of you brought you here but not physically. No you were there in spirit, a mere angel in the darkness. The bond was already strong, something that made his chest rumble with pride. Having a strong bond before officially meeting was a beautiful sign, showing that both parties were destined to have a strong relationship from the get-go. His soul was soaring at the fact that you were the one to find him. Your soul had sensed his presence and reached out to him.
His little Seeker.
Watching you disappear only left a flurry of emotions inside him: the man within was glad to see you away from this terrible situation, however the Dragon was not. The beast wanted you by his side, safe, where he can properly watch over you. He assured himself that you were safe and well, he just needed to find you. And that was another journey for his tired being. But the pain and exhaustion were worth it when the bond led him to the Gateway, the glowing portal that he knew would lead to you. And he was right.
The second meeting only made the Dragon more determined. He had no idea where this Gateway led, where he would wind up, or even if it would work but he had to try. Seeing you only cemented the need to travel, to leave Asterios and head into this Gateway that not even he knew of. And he knew all portals that the entire land held. Of course his little Seeker was hidden away from him.
And when he finally got to hold you… He knew it was over. There would be no other life if you weren’t there with him safe and sound. Your heartbeat was music to his ears, a symphony he wanted to hear for the rest of time. You were so tired, so weak and injured he couldn’t rest. Not properly at least. He could feel the monsters running around this strange forest. He thanked the gods for the bond, feeling his own magic had already coated your being and shielding you away from any threats. It was natural for mates to have their magic worn on their partner like a fine perfume. It held scents, power, and a warning to those around.
But he couldn’t understand why you hadn’t done the same for him. His brain racked different reasons as to why; were you upset he allowed harm to come to you? Did he take too long? The intrusive thoughts came to a sudden halt when he smelt your scent. It was calming for him of course, he was already addicted to your scent. It was the undertones that made him stiffen. Every creature has one and yours…. yours was something he hasn’t smelt in a longtime. Not in centuries.
His mate was a Human. A pure bloodedHuman. Not a single trace of magic coursed through your veins. Depending on the species the magic differed in scent, but Humans were unique in the sense that their smell was different.Exotic.The best description would be the smell of possibilities; the potential a Human had to inherit the magic of any other species. Sure they’ll remain Human in their stature, but the magic could be placed within them like color painting a blank canvas.
And he wanted to curse the gods for doing this.
Your home wasn’t safe. Asterios wasn’t safe. Hewasn’t safe. He could almost hear them laughing at the odds; this must have been quite the show for them. Two rare species being fated to each other while the world wanted them dead. Everything around you wanted you harmed, dead, or could lead to such things. The Dragon was running around every scenario that could possibly happen if he chose to stay or take you back with him. There was the option of separating to try and give you a chance but both the man and Dragon snarled at that idea. You were already his most precious treasure. Losing you would be the end of him.
But the deed was done the moment the damned Fae controlled you into the Gateway. Felix.The name was engraved into his brain, the Dragon wanting to hunt him down. Casting you into his land where your species were deemed dead long ago. The Fae was lucky the need to protect was greater than the need to hunt. Where you went, he would trail after.
Forgetting the Fae he instead marveled at the mere fact that he had a mate. He wanted to know every detail about you: your favorite flowers, food, what your hobbies were, did you enjoy reading like he did? He didn’t want to leave any stone unturned. Your voice was soothing to the ears and he latched on to every word. The stories you told him of your home and life were engraved deep into his heart and locked away. He could listen to that beautiful voice of yours forever.
And the contact was nothing short of blissful. Despite their looks, Dragons loved physical contact: head rubs, pats, curling up against one another, they loved it all. Your hands were as soft as clouds and he wanted to melt on the spot. Unfortunately you were always quick to draw back. Which only confused the Dragon. You two shared a bond… surely you could feel it. He knew you could, with the hand reaching out to him on instinct. But you remained distant, a locked door he wanted to venture through. No matter how hard he tried you would always step back and keep your distance. You’re walking on eggshells around your own mate…
‘Humans are quite different… perhaps she doesn’t realize it…’ He mused, eyes watching your sleeping form. Your chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, eyelids fluttering as dreams danced across your mind. He needed to brush up on his Human knowledge once he was fully healed.
The day had been long and he knew you needed rest. He was still trapped, too weak to even try to shift into his human form. If there were any problems he’d be useless in his state: small, weak, injured. And the fact that you met him in this form did take a blow to his ego. However you didn’t seem to mind that he was tiny. You seemed quite unaware of all the things actually…
The idea of you not knowing what he was to you made the beast inside growl. Of course the animal felt threatened that their mate was oblivious and could easily be snatched by anyone else. And all the talk about the other male, Jongho,only added to the Dragons anxiety. You weren’t claimed, the male wasn’t around the entire time the two of you were together… The image of you curled up against another made his skin crawl and his throat close up.
This wasn’t how meetings usually occurred. Mates would meet when they are destined to, yes, however usually it would be beautiful: his parents found each other whilst flying at the break of dawn. He remembers how they would tell their story and how beautiful the sun looked rising in the horizon while they glided amongst the clouds. Meanwhile you found him locked in a cage, weak, and willing to give up. He whined at the image you must have seen, remembering the look of fear on your face. He’d never let that look return to your face. Not ever.
And then there was the itch… the instincts arising from within. Every species courted their mates, each different and unique. Despite destiny intertwining the two souls together it was proper to court, a way of showing respect. And he was sure it’d be a pleasant surprise for you…
A few minutes of pain later and he was curled up against your side with a feeling of pride washing over him. Pressing his head against yours, he decided to use what little magic he had saved up over the past day and connect once more to you, whispering one word into your beautiful mind.
Namjoon.
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Warmth was the first thing you felt, feeling the sun’s rays lighting up your face. And then there was the warmth across your chest, a hot breath beating softly against your neck. Becoming more aware of your surroundings you knew it was the Dragon that was curled against your side, his face nuzzled into your neck. It did bring a small smile on your face, hand reaching up to gently move the sleeping creature to the side. He protested a small amount before curling up and falling back to sleep easily.
Namjoon.
You heard the deep voice in your sleep, sounding far away. The name was unknown to you yet it felt so familiar. Furrowing your eyebrows you sat up and stretched only to hear something hard hit the ground. A frown played on your lips as you picked up the item, feeling the warmth that radiated off of it. It was small, the size of an acorn, black, and when you held it to the light it shimmered into an emerald-
A scale.
Panicking you turned towards the Dragon, inspecting his sleeping form for any injuries. Was there a fight while you slept? Did he grow ill? Was this why he decided to sleep against you? Questions with no answers. All you could see, right under his right arm, was a wound where the scale used to be. It looked tender, irritated. You didn’t know anything about Dragons but you did know it must have hurt.
In your bag you were quick to pull out more of the salve and gently apply it to the sleeping beast. He didn’t open a single eye, his soft snores indicating that he was in a deep sleep. You were thankful, wanting him to get as much rest as possible. You hoped that this wasn’t a sign that he was falling ill. The mere thought of him getting worse only made you feel panicked and stressed.
The cool water of the stream did help ease your consciousness. Silverwynn may be closer than you thought and hopefully this Soojin will assist you. You had eaten your fill of berries while enjoying the feeling of the stream running between your fingers. The scale stayed in your hands and you watched as the water ran across the beautiful emerald green. You were so entranced by it, you failed to hear the footsteps. Not until a scratchy voice broke you out of your trance. You were frozen on the spot, eyes still on the scale in your shaky hands.
“What a beautiful item you have there… Pray tell where you found such a thing?”
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