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You’d been staring at the seductive stranger for a while now. Dressed in a tight black shirt and tighter black pants, something about him was calling to you. The ornate glittering mask he wore hid his identity from you, the only clear features his pouty lips and piercing eyes. Like pools of melting milk chocolate, so warm and inviting, familiar even. His hair was carefully styled into a quiff, a few messy strands tumbling onto his forehead.

You take a sip of your drink, willing yourself to suddenly gain the courage to talk to the man who kept pulling your focus before someone else stole your chance. You doubted your ability to manage a conversation. You felt severely underdressed in a sea of overwhelming ball gowns and excessive masks. Many people had gone as overboard as possible on the masquerade theme. All the women you had seen had feathers or pearls or gems adorning their facial decorations. Yourself, on the other hand, had opted for a cheap party city mask you grabbed on the way out of work that same day. For days you had um-ed and ah-ed about even coming to this party. Your friends had finally won you over, before abandoning you immediately on entry.

You down the remainder of your drink and turn to move towards him, the warm liquor spurring you… only to find he’s gone. You scan the room for where he might’ve disappeared but come up empty. Your chest deflates and you start to sulk, wondering just what to drown your sorrows in next.

“Can I get you a refill” you jump at the sudden intrusion and the perpetrator laughs. His laugh is truly infectious, and you find yourself laughing along at your silly reaction, until you face your new companion. It’s him. You attempt to stammer a response but have to settle with holding out your glass a little and nodding. He takes it from you and wraps an arm around your waist, leading you to the bar. He hands your glass to the bartender and orders you both the party cocktail.

“You look so stunning, I just had to talk to you” he whispers in your ear, making the hairs on your arms stand to attention. “How does someone in such an understated look manage to steal attention away from everyone else at the party?” you’re very glad that the mask is hiding the blush that creeps up your cheeks at this point. You suddenly feel very emboldened by the anonymity of it all.

“I could say that of the mysterious stranger I’ve found myself glued to all evening; you certainly know how to draw the eye.” You flirt shamelessly with the brunette, not sure what you are hoping will become of this evening. He grasps your hand and pulls it tenderly to his lips. The bartender brings back your drinks and you use it as an excuse to shy back into yourself for a moment, savouring the sweet burn trickling down your throat. He finishes his drink quickly and takes hold of your hand once more.

“Shall we dance?” he doesn’t really wait for a response before leading you into the centre of the dance floor. All eyes are on you as he sways you effortlessly across the floor. Giggles fall from your lips with every twirl, until he stops abruptly. His eyes met yours as the only warning before his lips crash into yours. He pulls back, breathing hard. His gaze meets yours asking for approval. You bite your lip and nod. It’s all the answer he needs as he takes your hand and the two of you flee the party.

It isn’t until the two of you are hidden away in an alley 2 blocks from the venue you realise you never asked his name…. And he never asked for yours. The thought chills you as his mouth trails down your neck. His open mouthed kisses set your skin on fire wherever they touch. You find yourself melting into every caress of his hands as they make their way down the velvet of your dress and under your skirt. You suddenly find yourself glad you hadn’t worn a gown like the other women.

“So wet already” confidence drips from his tongue as he feels the damp line along your slit. “What a dirty girl, you don’t even know who I am and yet you’re soaked through” you should be embarrassed by his words but the secrecy of your identity empowers you, instead preening at the degrading comment.

“So what if I am? Don’t act like you don’t feel exactly the same” you brazen statement followed by even bolder action as your hand moves to cup his growing erection. He lets out a grown at the contact, biting into the soft skin of your exposed cleavage. Clearly growing tired of the teasing, his fingers find their way under your panties. His digits dip through your arousal before landing on your clit, pinching the sensitivity nub roughly. A cry falls from your lips. The stranger smirks before moving to rub soothingly, leaving only pleasure from the pain.

Your mouth falls open, small moans tumble out as two of his fingers thrust in and out of you, his thumb keeping up with the relentless pace in your clit. Just as you feel your high approaching, seconds from the edge, he pulls away leaving you to clench around nothing. You whine at the loss, grabbing to pull him back to you. He presses against you, letting you feel just how hard he is. You take your cue and twist so he is now pressed against the wall instead. Using your clutch bag as a cushion, you kneel in front of him. He wastes no time freeing himself from the confines of his tight slacks, dick slapping against his stomach.

Your mouth waters instantly, unsure how far you’ll be able to get before your gag reflex forces you to stop. He was larger than the others you’d been with…. Not that there had been many, honestly this is beyond out of character for you. Still, as intimidating as his size and your inexperience was, you forged ahead licking one long stripe from the base to the tip. He shivers at your action, hands coming down to tangle in your hair, urging you on. You brace yourself on his thighs, feeling the muscles tense as you bob your head over his tip. You take about three quarters of his length before it feels like too much.

You hold intense eye-contact as you start to move your head faster, the beautiful sparkle now darkened with lust. Spit and precum accumulates around your mouth as you take him closer to his edge. You stop when he taps at your head. You release him and wipe your mouth with the back of your wrist.

“So stunning in everything you do” he coos pulling you back up to his level and pushing you up against the wall once more. He pulls at your underwear letting it fall to the floor, and you step out of them, enjoying the freeing feeling of the breeze hitting the damp folds of your vagina.

He brings your leg up to rest at his hip and lines himself up. You bite your lip in anticipation. He starts slow, the stretch burns a little but feeling so full negates the pain. You let out a long moan as he slides to the hilt, giving you a second to adjust before thrusting up into you. You’d both been worked up well enough that getting you to your end didn’t take long. A few well placed surges of his hips, hitting your sweet spot hard. As you come undone his thrusts become sloppy struggling a little to support your weight and his own.

Once you’ve come down enough to hold yourself he pulls out, finishing himself with a few final strokes. His cum hits the floor and you mourn the waste for a moment while he tucks himself away. His lips find yours once more before he reaches up to remove his mask.

“My names Hoseok by the way…”

Childhood crush Hoseok…

Big fancy city boy Hoseok…

It had been years since you’d seen him. He’d moved to Seoul after senior year, saying goodbye to him had broken your heart. But you hadn’t been ready to tell him how you felt then…. And you certainly weren’t ready now. He looks confused as you stumble back from him

“Do you know who I am?” he questions, reaching forward to take off your mask, but you back away futher. It figures he hasn’t guessed who you are. I mean you couldn’t tell by the sound of his voice and you had changed a lot about yourself since then.

“um… I’m sorry I should… Go” you stammer pathetically, abandoning your underwear on the floor and running away hoping he wouldn’t follow.

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Devil That I Know (Part 4)

At the end of the crossroad

Pairing: Demon! Jungkook x Human! Reader

Genre: (Inaccurate) Historical AU || Strangers to lovers AU || Supernatural AU || Implied smut || Fluff || Angst

Summary: Picking which road to go down is easy when you think about how alone you would be without Jungkook, even if he hadn’t been the most honest with you from the start.

Word count: 9k

Tags/ warnings: angst, fluffy-ish, minor mention of blood, self deprecation, more lying, soft yandere kook, mentions of murder/ killing, definitely probably an unhealthy relationship, too much talking about dates it’s slightly confusing me thinks that is all

Notes: after a two month hiatus i have returned to my favorite child, i don’t really have an excuse except i’m ass at multitasking and shouldn’t have started a second series basically right after starting this one, so i recommend maybe going back and re-reading the last chapter like i had to unless you have sexy good memory

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(Year 1865)

“Are you still mad?”

“Of course I’m mad Jungkook” you look at him in disbelief, “What if they had been thorough in their search? What if they found out you were the one who killed that man? Are you stupid?”

Jungkook swallows thickly, bottom lip jutting out into a pout as you berate him. He was more upset that you seemed genuinely angry with him that the possible consequences of getting caught because he couldn’t keep his anger in line. It wasn’t his fault the seedy old man had touched you without consent, what was he meant to do?  Let the man go? That would go against all his morals and values.

“I told you it wasn’t me” he gently grabs your hands, his thumbs running over your palms. He looks down, eyebrows furrowing as a sad pout moulds onto his face, surely you couldn’t be angry at him when he looked so upset!

You look at him with a deadpan look, pulling your hands from his own. Because even if Jeon Jungkook looked like a kicked puppy, you weren’t about to forget the crime he had committed. And you would make it clear that if you were carry on knowing each other then he wasn’t allowed to go around killing men or women. Or anyone for that matter whatever they identified as. No killing.

By some miracle you’d made it out of the village without any other issues; you’d been so scared when you’d been stopped at the gate, convinced your life was truly over when it had hardly even begun. Turns out the men couldn’t care less about the murder, forced into the job last minute by the head of the village because no one had volunteered, simply asking the three of you to step away from the wagon so they could take a look for anything suspicious.

It seemed the man who had harassed you hadn’t been liked by many, the chief of the village only going ahead with protocol to appease his higher up in the capital so he himself wouldn’t be arrested.

They hadn’t even looked into any bags, their eyes skimming over what you were carrying, mindless hums passing through their lips as they prodded a bag or two, giving the three of you a curt nod and wishing you luck on your travels.

You’d thanked them, not missing the way their eyes had lingered at your chest as you climbed back into the back of the wagon; and it took all your will power not to kick them where the sun doesn’t shine. Namjoon seemed to share your anxiety, the way his shoulders had stayed tense until you were far enough from the village a clear sign, he had shared your sentiment. Only relaxing slightly once far enough to be considered safe.

You didn’t blame him. Felt a little sorry if anything.

It wasn’t every day that you have to travel with two complete strangers. One a four-armed demon who had arguably (definitely had) twisted morals, who was stubborn beyond belief sometimes and a foreigner who may still be wanted dead by the royal family because they believed you were a spy. (Something you will soon find out is a law that was demolished 6 years ago along with the fact there was a new king)

“Now you must think I’m stupid” you shake your head, “what other demon would have been in that small village?”

“Probably a lot” Jungkook argues, “I’m not the only demon and you know that”

You release a heavy sigh, fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of your nose, “No killing people, okay? It’s not right”

“I would never” Jungkook says, lie easily slipping through his cushiony lips. Anything to appease you.

You make eye contact with him, searching for something behind his onyx eyes, only to find nothing. He didn’t seem to be lying, Jungkook had no reason to lie to you. Maybe it was a little naïve of you to believe that Jungkook could do no wrong; maybe you were biased because he’d only ever shown you kindness. He treated you as an equal, not some house maid that had to cook and clean all day, nothing more than a tool for him to boss around to feed into some fucked up superiority complex. You’d liked to believe Jungkook was as honest with you as you are with him, and it felt easy to read him, like he wore his heart on his sleeve and if he were to ever lie, you’d know.

“Okay, I believe you” you whisper, heartrate picking up as he smiles down at you so brightly. How could someone so kind kill a man? Sure, he threatened Namjoon here and there but you saw where your demon friend was coming from, the world was a shitty place and not everyone can be trusted.

Namjoon clearing his throat catches your attention, “We’re almost at the capital” he informs.

You look up at the sky, full moon hanging high above the three of you, illuminating the path for Namjoon as he meanders down the dirt road towards the large gates of the capital.

You peek over the walls of the wagon, lips quirking into an excited smile as you catch the faint silhouette of a few high-rise buildings. It was hard to see in the silver glow of the moonlight, but you imagine it looked exactly how Taehyung had described it in his notebook. Tomorrow you’d have to take a look over his notes again and plan out how you’d spend the next three days here with Jungkook.

You turn your head to look at said demon as he snakes his arm over your shoulders, his eyes trained on the path ahead, his own smile quirking onto his lips.

“If it looks this beautiful in the moonlight it must be ethereal during the day” you tell him, smile widening when he turns his head to look at you.

Your eyes close briefly when he leans forwards, a gentle kiss being pressed between your eyebrows.

“Yes, but nothing will ever match your beauty” he murmurs against your skin, your eyebrows furrowing at the ticklish feeling.  

You let out an unattractive scoff, pushing his arm from your shoulder as you sit back down, view of the capital being obscured by the walls of the wagon. Jungkook sits back too, a knowing smile on his face as he starts packing up both of your things into his backpack.

He just adored how shy you could be something, and he didn’t mind playing your little games if it meant he could see the strawberry pink flush of your cheeks, illuminated by the silver moonlight.

Jungkook wishes he could engrave this moment into his mind. You always had looked like a fairy in the cool glow beneath the moon, so undeniably beautiful he wanted to keep you all to himself. No one in this world deserving enough to see you looking so delicate, no one but himself. He find it hard to keep his hands to himself, wanting to caress your soft skin, kiss every inch of your body until you understand its beauty, maybe leave a love bite or two so you’ll remember him even when not together. He wonders if you’d trace the sensitive skin, pressing on it just to feel the dull ache, or if you would leave them out in the open for anyone else to see; a sign that you’re taken.

The rest of the night went by in a blur, entering the capital was easier than you had initially assumed it to be, you believe because it was so late into the night the guards were laxer than they would be during the day. It didn’t seem to be common for visitors to arrive so late, the three of you the only ones waiting for the gate to be opened, what lay beyond the walls silent, everyone having gone to bed or closed their shops until sunrise.

A guard had recognised Namjoon, more than happy to hurry up the process of getting you into a decent inn so you wouldn’t have to camp out in the wagon until morning; understanding your backs must ache and eye weary from a long day of travel.

The woman at the front of the inn was more than happy to house the three of you for the next few days, a beautiful smile on her face as she handed Namjoon and Jungkook a key. She’d then turned to you, assuring you that you were more than welcome to come and sit in the bar area downstairs and embroider with her during the day, she was having trouble with a project and would be extremely happy if you were to help out at some point.

You’d eagerly nodded, smile so wide your cheeks had started to hurt. No one had ever wanted you to help them with their embroidery before!

She reminded you of the mother you’d never had, something so soft and warm about her that you couldn’t help but say yes to everything she was saying. You’d have to sit with her at breakfast and ask her what the capital was really like, and maybe she could even look through Taehyung’s diary with you and make a plan to make the most of your three days in the capital.

“Good night” you wave to Namjoon as he unlocks the door to his own room adjacent from yours and Jungkook’s.

Namjoon waves back, dimpled smile making a brief appearance before he scuttles back into his room, door being locked from the inside.

Jungkook pulls out a pair of pyjamas for you to wear, throwing them onto the bed as you flop onto the mattress.

“Get changed before you sleep, pretty” he reminds you, smiling when you reply, muffled by your head being stuffed into the layers of silky blankets on the bed. Though he assumes it must be something along the lines of ‘can’t be bothered’ to ‘in a minute, kook’

He rummages through his bag, trying to find his own sleep clothes (he liked to pretend to sleep beside you even if his body didn’t need it like yours did, something so blissfully domestic about laying beside you, your calm breath a beautiful symphony in the dead of night), however his focus is trained on you. The slow raise and fall of your body as you just lay there, unmoving, exhausted.

He tuts, abandoning his task as he pushes himself up from the floor, sauntering over towards you with purpose in his steps.

You let out a surprised squeak when his first pair of arms snakes around your waist, easily lifting you to sit up.

“Come on” he encourages, one of his arms stretching to grab your discarded clothes, placing them in your lap.

“But ‘m sleepy kookie” you whine, falling back onto the mattress with a dramatic sigh.

Jungkook, amused, lifts you up again, this time by pulling you up from under your arms, like one would a baby. And maybe you were his baby, the most precious little thing in his life. Truthfully, he doesn’t mind moment like this, adores them actually. Each time you rely on him, he can prove to you that he is good enough to provide for you, and he can only hope that with small moments like these you were slowly falling in love with him. He knows you’d never love him as much as he loved you, that was impossible! No one could love anything as much as he absolutely worships your very being, but he believes one day you’ll love him. He believes you already do, why else would you have stuck around for so long? He just knows you’re a little shy and being the considerate person that he is, he’ll wait a little longer before he tells you his master plan. Surely you’d be thrilled.

The perfect plan to keep the two of you together for the rest of time. Even thinking about it makes his cheeks burn, dusted a light pink, like the sunsets that you like to watch each evening while he reads you passages of his favourite books, maybe even feeding you a slice of fruit between pages just to make sure you’re not hungry before bed.

You don’t complain as he easily slips your shirt from your head, sighing in bliss as he kisses your bare shoulders before helping you put one of your sleep shirts on. He does the same with your pants, placing a feather light kiss to your ankle as he helps you change. Fingers skimming your pretty skin, he has to stop himself more than once from running his tongue along the expanse of it, wanting to relish the feeling of you in as many ways possible.

Once done, he leaves you to flop back on the bed, reminding him of a sleepy floppy bunny, as he lifts a few of the blankets, before lifting you to tuck you into bed; something had seemed to be a routine at this point. He wouldn’t be able to count on his four hands the number of times he’d been able to tuck you into his bed, safe from the world, if only for a night.

“Thank you” you whisper, voice laced with sleep.

Jungkook brushes your hair from your face, deftly tucking it behind your ears.

“Anything for you” he whispers back, a fond smile on his face.

He waits until you’re asleep, carefully slipping from the bed, trying his best not to wake you because he knew you were a light sleeper. Rummaging through his bag he bites his lip as he pulls a map from one of the pockets. Trying his best to stay silent, as unrolls the paper, humming to himself as he scans the map, finger tracing the library he needed to visit. He wondered if books were more expensive in the capital, Taehyung would usually collect the ones he wanted, and it was easier to give his friend a few coins each month and whatever was left, Taehyung could keep. Jungkook never had much care for money anyways.  

He nods in thought, turning towards the bag once more, praying to the devil down below that he had enough for the specific book he wanted, no… needed.

He rummages around until he finds the small pouch of money. Opening the drawer strings, he cringes at how much the two of you had left. Saving had started to get harder over the last few years. After the new king had risen to power and demons had become public enemy number one, the villagers hadn’t been as generous with putting their coins into shrines.

And Jungkook was now facing the consequences.

His whole life he had relied on the money humans would leave at his shrine, it was easy to live off, even after you’d started living with himself and Taehyung, the donations were generous enough he never had to worry about money for food, clothes or books, but looking now, money was starting to become an issue.

He wouldn’t tell you this of course. He couldn’t have you worrying, he couldn’t let your pretty little head come up with a stupid idea (like leaving him), just because the two of you had to be a little frugal with your money until he figured out a way to earn a decent living once again.

Maybe he could sell Taehyung’s art, it wouldn’t sell for a lot, Taehyung was by no means a well-respected painter, that is why he had struggled for years before he’d met Jungkook. But that didn’t mean his art was worthless, they would have to at least sell for a couple of pennies a piece.

Jungkook thinks you wouldn’t be happy if he were to sell Taehyung’s art. You adored it, having spent hours a day letting Taehyung teach you the basics of painting, and after finally getting a glimpse at his art, you’d stay hauled up in Taehyung’s room, connecting with him through his artwork even if he wasn’t physically with you anymore. You’d be crushed if any of the pieces were to disappear.

Maybe he could take a few of the smaller pieces? The ones you wouldn’t notice went missing, he just needed a way to earn a few extra coins. The last thing he needed was for you to starve. Or even worse, you to leave him because he can’t provide for the two of you. And if you were to find out, he could jut out his bottom lip, maybe even shed a tear or two until you forgave him, he’s sure you’d understand his struggle if he cried a little.

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Namjoon was suspicious.

He’d been thinking for a few days, ever since he’d spoken to you at the beach about the village in-front of the mountains and how you’d met Jungkook. It all seemed… off. Nothing was falling into place. Odd pieces of the puzzle that didn’t connect, or worse, that one puzzle piece that goes missing, impossible to find and so the picture will remain incomplete. Forever.

He had considered asking you a few more things about Jungkook but decided against it. Not only was Jungkook constantly glued to your side, the few times he strayed away from the two of you, he seemed to be lurking close by enough to be able to listen to your conversations. So, asking you was out of the question. For now.

And from what he had seen, you probably weren’t the best person to ask about the demon.

Sure, you lived with him, probably knew a lot more than you were letting on but either the demon was threatening you to not say anything, or you genuinely didn’t know all that much. Both seemed just as likely. Namjoon had been on the receiving end of Jungkook’s threats more than a few times during this trip and knew how scary he could be, but Jungkook was also extremely secretive. Like how he clearly didn’t want you know about what happened in the village 6 years ago.

Namjoon was also suspicious of the fact that you seemed to have forgotten a lot of what happened in your life over the last few months. By no means was he a doctor, he’d given up on that dream long ago, but nothing made sense. You seemed so confused, genuinely asking him for help, and no matter how hard he tried to think of ways your memories had disappeared, the conclusion always led back to Jungkook. Suspicious Jungkook who definitely had a few too many secrets.

And so, Namjoon had the bright idea to follow the demon to wherever he may be going instead of interrogating you back at the inn while you had breakfast with the nice front desk lady.

It wasn’t all that surprising when Jungkook walks into a library, the demon always had a book in his hands. And with how much he read, Namjoon wasn’t all that surprised he needed a new book so soon into the trip.

What alarmed Namjoon was the location of the library, hidden in the dark crevices of an alley way on the outskirts of the capital. A place you’d have to have known prior to the trip happening, either having visited this location before, or someone who knew of it telling him before the trip had begun. It was in too much of an obscure place to be any old library.

Namjoon waits for Jungkook to enter the building, his foot tapping against the cobblestone path for what felt like a minute before he decides that he should just go in.

It looked like any other library, shelves stacked up to the ceiling, books organised by category, clearly labelled with large wooden signs, hung on the end of each shelf. The young boy behind the front desk hadn’t bothered to look up at from his own book as Namjoon wanders inside. (If he had, Namjoon would have seen the third eye the boy had)

It’s fairly easy to spot Jungkook even among the tall bookshelves with his broad back and slightly suspicious looking navy cloak, Namjoon tries his best to stay a fair amount of distance between the two of them. He wondered how good Jungkook’s senses must be as a demon and the last thing he wanted right now was to get caught. That would be the end of him, and he promised his mother he would be home within a week.

The village boy slips to hide behind a nearby shelf once Jungkook stands down one of the isles, fingers lightly skimming over the spines of a few books. He peeks up at the wooden sign, checking what sort of book Jungkook could be looking for.

His eyebrows furrow. ‘Conversion theory’

In all his times spent at libraries he’d never seen that genre of book. And Namjoon, although his friends back at the village make fun of him, quite likes to read. He had taught himself how to, never having had gone and learnt from a scholar, but he liked to live the lives of other through the pages.

He himself was trapped in his mundane life on the farm, nothing more going for him. But he could adventure the globe through a book, learn the history of his land, picture what life beyond the vast sea must be like, and so much more, just from paper and ink.

He takes a look at another shelf, gulping when he reads the sign.

‘Demonic entities’

Namjoon has to slap a hand over his mouth as he looks around, finally taking a look at the library properly; completely forgetting he was here to see what Jungkook could be trying to find.

Mixed among the humans were other beings, just like Jungkook.

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You watch Jungkook shove an unfamiliar book into the backpack, “You bought a new book?” you ask absentmindedly, more focused on brushing the knots out of your wet hair. You felt like a brand-new person, freshly washed, smelling a little less like dried blood and sweat after the incident from the day before.

You’d washed your hands at the previous inn, but the stench of blood had lingered, even then you don’t know if that was your mind playing tricks on you. The wound still fresh as you think back on the good times with your pretty kitty.  

You wondered if you were okay, feeling so numb to the fact that another companion of yours had died. That was the third one in under two years. You thought you would have cried more, wanting to lock yourself away from everyone else a wallow in self-pity until your head hurts and your skin is dry from the salty tears. But you felt the opposite, wanting to finally go out and explore. Maybe you were a shitty person for moving on so fast, but maybe it was for the better. Or maybe that was a smaller part of you trying to convince yourself it was all okay when in reality it really wasn’t.

You could only hope that your cat would have a better life when reborn. That would be enough to let you sleep peacefully at night.

Jungkook hums, “Something about the history of this land”

You nod, never having been fond of history. It felt a little a little unconventional, why would you focus so much on what has already happened when you have the whole future to look forward to?

“I was thinking we could go out for lunch; I saw a nice place on my walk this morning” Jungkook turns towards you, happy with how far down he’d been able to stuff his book into the bag.

He doubted you’d ever rummage through his stuff, seeming more content with him riffling through the bag to get clean clothes or a snack. But better to safe than sorry. Especially since it was becoming evident you could read now; he would hate for his plans to be ruined because he was kind enough to share his knowledge with you.

“Sure” you reply, handing him the hairbrush to be put back neatly into the bag.

Jungkook was right, the small building the two of you had entered was more than nice. It even had two floors! (The owner explaining it had been inspired by building from the countries overseas who had places to eat with more than the ground floor like the hanoks) The outside was lined with small flowers, vines clinging to the walls, climbing their way up to the balconies above the ground floor.

You don’t ask when Jungkook requests the private balcony area on the second floor, assuming it was so the two of you could eat comfortably without worrying someone would try and hand you into the royal family or freaking out because Jungkook had four arms.

You watch the bustling streets, watching some kids play a game you weren’t familiar with, a few stealing loose fruits from crates, giggling as a few elderly people chase after them.

You wonder if that is what a real childhood looked like. All the children in the capital seemed so happy, happy with their parents and siblings, happy with their lives. The perfect life you could only ever have dreamt of becoming a reality.

You wouldn’t say you were jealous. If you hadn’t left the home you’d grown up in, your life would have been completely different. Your friend would still be alive, maybe you would have married by now. His father wouldn’t have approved, but you supposed you could have run away together. If you’d run away would the outcome, be the same? Would he have died because he had married a spy? You suppose he wouldn’t have been safe either way.

Regret is a fickle thing. There have been so many moments in your recent life where you wish you could just go back and change what has happened. You wouldn’t care if the future was different, that is something the you of then would have figure out. Because the you of now wanted to go back and change all the times something had led to the death of someone you loved so dearly.

You would convince your friend to stay home, he wouldn’t have died a brutal death. You would tell Taehyung he shouldn’t go down to the village, you’d go alone because if you could survive the disease once you could do it again and then he would still be by your side. You’d have taken lil meow down with you to breakfast the other morning, that way you’d still have your furry companion.

You regret not knowing, which in hindsight sounds stupid because how were you meant to know all of these bad bad things would happen? And it was easy to feel sorry for yourself, and the small, selfish part of you thinks that you feeling sorry for yourself if justified. Because why were you still alive and they weren’t?

Maybe you regret being born, you didn’t really have much say in the matter, but maybe it would have been better if you hadn’t tried so hard all your life to stay alive. Fighting tooth and nail to survive in a world that clearly didn’t want or need you.

If you hadn’t been born you wouldn’t be a bad omen to those around you, and everyone you’ve ever loved wouldn’t be dead. Jungkook may have been a special case, born blessed as a being that is unable to die. And maybe that’s why you stayed, because no matter how unlucky you may be, Jungkook would never fall into the hands of death because of you.

If you hadn’t been selfish, childish, then the poor cat would still be alive. Roaming the mountains free of burden. If you hadn’t been selfish and wanted to spend just a few more moments with your friend you’re your childhood, he wouldn’t have suffered an unjustified death. If you hadn’t agreed to stay in the hanbok, then maybe Taehyung could have waited out the winter with what food you’d eaten, and neither of you would have contracted a disease. He would still be alive and happy, carefree as he carries on the same routine he had for years without you coming and interrupting his peaceful life with his friend.

“Y/n?” Jungkook calls you, tugging at the sleeves of your cloak to catch your attention.

Your eyes flit up to meet his own.

“Are you okay?”

You hum, waving him off with a quick smile. It was easy to smile while looking at Jungkook’s face. Maybe it was because you didn’t want him to worry, so a smile was easy, or maybe Jungkook just had that affect. Such a nice face that you have no other choice but to smile too brightly at him. Or maybe you smile because you don’t want him to ask too many questions that you yourself don’t know the answer to.

He watches you for a moment longer, trying to gauge if you were lying or not. But then he sees your eyes light up at the array of food laid out on the table before the two of you.

“You bought so much” you mutter in awe.

“Well, aren’t you going to eat?” he asks, nudging a pair of chopsticks into your hands.

You nod slowly, “I’m trying to engrave what it looks like into my mind”

Jungkook laughs, a fond smile on his face as he just watches you, “No need, we’ll just come back in a few months and eat here again” he tells you, easy smile on his face.

“Okay” you grin.

Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow when you push yourself from the cushion on the floor, feet light as you skip your way over to his side of the table.

You lean down, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “Thank you for the food, Jungkookie” you smile.

Jungkook feels his heart stop, his fingers moving on their own as they wrap around your wrist.

Your head tilts in question, your breath hitching when he pulls on your wrist, so you’ve leant down once again.

You bite your lip to stop the big smile that threatened to pull onto your face when he presses a kiss onto the apple of your right cheek.

“You’re welcome, my lovely” he replies, motioning for you to go and sit down, “Now hurry and eat before the food gets cold”

“Yes sir” you mock salute, giggling when Jungkook rolls his eyes, tone teasing as he tells you to hurry up and sit down.

+++

You grip onto the sleeve of Jungkook’s cloak when a large group of people move in a clump down the narrow street.

You look up at Jungkook in confusion, ready to ask if he knew why so many people were moving in tandem, but your mouth clamps shut when you see the annoyed crease in his brows.

“Burn the demons!” a burly looking man shouts, the posse of people following him repeating his words with just as much enthusiasm.

Jungkook pulls you back into his chest when a new wave of civilians shove their way down the street, although their movements lack the mesmerising movements like the sea’s waves crashing against the shore, more shoulders bumping shoulders, the delicate crash of the waves replaced with grunts as they all bounce off one another.

“What’s going on?” you ask, voice raising in hopes that Jungkook would be able to hear you.

Either he does, or choses to ignore you as his fingers take a hold of your hand, dragging you into a narrow alley way beside the building the two of you had just had lunch in. You try and pull your hand from Jungkook’s fingers feeling as though they were going to snap with how tightly he was holding your hand.

“Jungkook what’s going on?” you ask, voice a little breathy as you try and catch up with Jungkook’s long strides.

The demon slows down a little, apologetic furrow of his brows as he watches you try and catch your breath, “They must be protesting” he mutters, and you simply nod.

“Against demons?” you ask, watching Jungkook release a long sigh.

“I should have told you” he turns towards you, “Not all demons are kind, my love. Some do bad things, and so they get punished” he explains, hoping the worry evident in his tone is enough to convince you of this white lie. It was technically half the truth, but you didn’t need to know the full problem, you losing your memories of what happened the night years back had already helped him move forwards in his plan.

As long as you believed it was the same year, where you were a wanted spy, and he was a harmless demon that was worshiped by all then everything would be okay. His plan would continue to run smoothly and then he could hold you in his arms without worrying about trivial human matters like death.

“Was there a bad demon here then?” you ask, worried you’d get caught in-between the conflict.

Jungkook nods, hand coming to rest on his chin as if in thought, “It seems so, we should head back to the inn for the rest of the day, just in case”  

“That’s probably a good idea” you agree.

Jungkook takes a step before stopping. You make a noise in the back of your throat in question, watching as he releases your hand, turning to face you as he rummages through the pockets of his cloak.

Your head tilts up to look into his eyes when he pulls what looks to be a small pocketknife from the confines of his cloak.

“What?” you ask when he thrusts it in your direction.

“Just in case something happens and I’m not there, you’ll be able to protect yourself” he leans down to take a hold of your right hand, placing the pocketknife into your palm.

Your left hand traces the intricate design of the handle, wood having been carved out into small delicate flowers, painted with so much care there were no smudges or random pieces of colour bleeding into one another. It truly was pretty, like nothing you’d ever seen before.

“Jungkook I—I can’t” you shake your head, not daring to sheath the actual blade.

“You know I’ll always be by your side to protect you, but just in case” he pushes your hand away when you try to give it back, “Please, I’ll be able to rest easy knowing that if anything were to happen to me, you’d at least be able to put up a fight”

You swallow, eyes flitting back down to the pocketknife before you look back at Jungkook. Even with the warm afternoon sun being obscured by the roofs of buildings, in the dingy alleyway that was nothing more than grey cobblestone, greened with moss and small weeds, Jungkook looked so pretty. He looked so calm, unlike how he had been moment ago in the street. You sometimes wonder if he had lied about being a demon, he looked nothing like the scary beings that old wives’ tales made them out to be. Maybe he truly fell from the sky, an angel sent to help guide you in life.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he scoffs, finger pushing at your forehead.

You sigh, “I was imagining what I could do with this thing” you dangle the offending weapon between your thumb and forefinger

Jungkook laughs at that, “You can’t kill a demon with a measly knife” he waves you off, easily slipping his fingers between your own as he pulls you out the alleyway.

“Then how am I meant to defend myself”

“That’s what I’m here for”

“But you just—”

Jungkook presses a finger against your lips, “I’ll always be there for you, but it never hurts to have a back-up plan”

+++

You’d been thinking for a few days about the conversation you’d had with Namjoon about the part of your life that you felt, had gone missing. Maybe you were paranoid, or just plain stupid. Or maybe you imagined the incident that happened in the village. Or you were overthinking everything. All seemed like possible answers but no matter how hard you try to remember, you can only ever think back to the moments before the rocks had been thrown at you, enamoured by how intricately made the wooden bunny was.

And then blank. You couldn’t recall anything after that. Like it never happened. Seeming swallowed into a blackhole, making no sign of ever returning.

You faintly remember a dream, but after the first day of waking up it had been pushed to the furthest corner of your mind, Taehyung’s death taking up most of your thoughts. And whenever you try and think back to it now, you can only seem to remember how fresh the air had felt, and the soft scratching of golden grass on the backs of your hands as you wandered into the horizon. The sky a bright blue that otherwise hurt your eyes, a dull pain in the back of your head that would return when you would think too hard about what may have happened in your dream.

Nothing adds up.

It had been winter the day you’d gone down to the village with Taehyung, you were sure of that, you remembered how soft the scarf was Taehyung had gifted you, a gift for your first winter spent with himself and Jungkook. And if what Jungkook had said was correct; that you’d been passed out for only a few weeks, then there was no way it should have been that far into the spring once you’d woken up. Flowers in full bloom, sun not shying behind the clouds throughout the day.

But why would Jungkook lie?

Your fingers gently brush over your cheek, contemplating whether it was possible for such a deep gash to heal in such a short amount of time, with no evidence left behind. No scar, no tender tissue or discoloration. You’d woken up like nothing had happened. Maybe that was common? But as a child such a deep wound would take months to fully heal.

He wouldn’t lie, would he?

You fall onto your back, mattress cushioning your fall. Your head turns towards the door of the inn room, Jungkook’s large backpack coming into view.

Maybe he kept a diary like Taehyung did?

Jungkook had gone out for a walk that morning, whispering to you while you battled between staying asleep or finally waking up, sun peeking in through the windows, encouraging you to peel your eyes open. You’d hummed and waved him off when he asked if you wanted to join him. And that was less than an hour ago.

He did say he would be gone for a few hours… that would leave you with more than enough time to quickly snoop through his bag and see if he was hiding anything.

You felt a little bad because you knew that looking through people’s stuff was wrong. Really wrong. And you think Jungkook would be disappointed if he ever found out you’d gone and peeped into the bag while he was gone. But, if you wanted to figure out the anomalies in your life, Jungkook may be the perfect place to start.

You don’t know what you would do if you ever found out he was actually lying to you, and that’s why you pause when your fingers make contact with the bag.

Whatwould you do?

Maybe it’s better you never know.

Or maybe Jungkook had done nothing wrong, and you were being paranoid. What if he found out you’d gone through his stuff, and kicked you out of his home? Left you stranded, leaving you to fend for yourself. You both knew that was impossible, your best bet would be to hide in the forests, no one usually ventured into the woodland. Although, you doubted you’d be able to survive of wild berries alone, the thought of having to kill an animal making you feel squeamish.

Then what? You’re back to square one where you die alone, unwanted by another person?

You swallow.

But what if he never found out?  

What if he never found out and you got the answers you were looking for? It would be easy to put everything back in the backpack the way you’d taken it out, and it’s not like he would notice miniscule changes in the packing.

You look at the door, waiting to see if he would walk in. When he doesn’t, you turn back to the backpack, fingers deftly pulling the strings open.

You carefully remove the layer of folded clothes, placing them neatly beside you. Soap, hairbrush, sack of apples, more clothes, a map. (What you fail to notice is his ‘history’ book wasn’t in the confines of his bag, because who would need a book on history when you plan to buy supplies?)

Your shoulders slump forwards when you find nothing. No notebooks, no pieces of paper with anything written on them, nothing. You even look into the pockets, nothing.

With a defeated sigh, you start to pile everything back into the bag, only praying that you were putting them all back in the correct order and hadn’t messed up.

You tie the top of the bag, pushing yourself up off of the floor.

Deciding you’d take a break in your investigation, breakfast sounded really good right around now. So, you skip downstairs with Taehyung’s notebook secured under your arm.

“Morning!” the inn owner calls out to you, smiling as you plop yourself down at one of the bar stools.

“Good morning, do you have some ink and a quill?” you ask, thanking the woman when she tells you she’ll be right back.

Your legs swing back and forth as you wait, peering around the room.

“Do you know where Namjoon is?” you ask when she places the ink in-front of you.

“Said he was going to check on the horses, he already ate so I imagine he wouldn’t be back until lunch time” she replies.

You nod, opening a new page in Taehyung’s notebook.

You flip back one page, checking the latest date, making sure you had the year correct.

Taehyung’s latest entry had been November 1859, written the day before the two of you planned to visit the village. You didn’t read too much of what was written, respecting that it was Taehyung’s private thoughts, although from what you caught a glimpse of, it spoke of the things you both needed to buy in the village.

You supposed if it was already spring then it must be 1860, which further confuses you. Deciding to brush off the suffocating feeling that consumed your body, your tongue pokes out as you figure out exactly what you want to write.

 “1860? That was a while ago wasn’t it… I hadn’t even opened the inn yet. Do you plan to write a novel?” the inn owner asks you.

You look at her with wide eyes, “A while ago?” you ask, confusion heavy in your voice.

She nods, “Yes, I heard novels of recent history are popular these days, with the new king rising to power”

“What year is it now?”

“This year it would be 1865”  

“Right now? It’s 1865?”

She nods, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as you start to flick through the pages of Taehyung’s diary.

“Are you okay dear?” she asks.

Your head shoots up to look into her eyes, “Yes!” you slam the notebook shut, “I’ll be back in a minute”

“But my—your breakfast!”

“I’ll come back for it” you call out to her as you sprint up the stairs, lungs squeezing for air as you push open the door to yours and Jungkook’s room.

You fall onto the bed, careful as you pull open Taehyung’s notebook once more.

When you said you had never lied to Jungkook, that was a lie in itself. You learning how to read and write so well was meant to be a surprise. You wanted to show Jungkook how quickly you’d progressed in both skills, how you’d practiced with Taehyung while doing chores, and sometimes you’d dream of studying certain characters that you found difficult.

You did plan to surprise him when you got back to the hanok, maybe by asking if you could read to him before bed, not the other way round.

You flick to Taehyung’s most recent entry once more.

[November 1859;

Tomorrow me and y/n]

Your eyes zero on your own name. That was definitely your name.

If you’d been with them in 1859, how was it currently 1865?

You knew you hadn’t had the best gauge of how much time you’d spent with them but basing it off the seasons it shouldn’t have been more than a year. It definitely hadn’t been a year since Taehyung died. If you’d woken up weeks after the incident, then Taehyung shouldn’t have been dead for more than a month.

Taehyung wouldn’t have written the date wring so many times, would he?

From the few times you’d been in his room it seemed he kept more than one notebook. When you’d first met him and asked what he would write down every other day or so, he had told you about his habit of writing. How he liked to document special moments in his life so he could go back and read about his past in years to come.

How likely was it that he had gotten the years wrong all this time?

Taehyung was quite a meticulous person, not the type of person to guess a date and go with it. He was particular about small details like that.

You chew on the nail of your thumb, but why would Jungkook lie?

Say it hadn’t been weeks, and it had actually been years.

How were you alive? Without food or water surely, you would have died. If it had been 6 years, then how come you hadn’t aged at all?

That would explain how the wounds you had gotten from the village boys would have fully healed, but nothing else made sense.

You slam Taehyung’s notebook shut when the room door opens. Your heartrate speeding up as Jungkook saunters into the room. You look at him with wide eyes, swallowing thickly as he roves his eyes over your body.

You see his eyes slightly narrow, as if trying to gauge what you were doing before he came into the room.

“What were you going?” he finally asks, eyes trained on the notebook tightly clasped by your fingers, his own tightening on the woven bag in his hands.

You stay silent for a moment, mind racing a mile a minute as you try to find a decent lie. Something believable enough that he wouldn’t ask any more questions, because your heart felt seconds away from beating right through your chest with how hard it was pounding against your ribcage.

“Jungkookie?” you eventually say, tone a little sweeter than usual.

He looks up at your face, head cocking to the side in question.

“I have a request”

“Only if you answer my question” he prods, clearly unsatisfied with turn of conversation.

“It is about that actually” you look down at your lap, fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt, “I was looking through Tae’s list, and he says the royal palace is really beautiful”

Jungkook is silent for a moment, and you keep your eyes trained in your lap, scared that if you were to look into his eyes, you would spill everything you had discovered within the last hour.

“Is that all?” he eventually asks, easy smile on his face; because you were just too adorable. Of course he would take you sight-seeing if that’s what you really wanted, nothing to be embarrassed about.

You nod, breathing a sigh of relief when he agrees.

“Let me just put this stuff away” he says, “Then we can leave”

You watch him pull the book he had purchased the day prior from a woven bag, your eyes narrowing when there is nothing written on the cover of it.

“Jungkook?” you ask, he hums, not turning towards you as he tries to shove it further inside the bag, “Is that history book interesting? I think I want to try reading harder books now, not just children’s poems.”  

Jungkook pauses, eyes meeting yours briefly before he turns to the backpack once more.

“I don’t think you’d like this one, love. The vocabulary is hard, even for me” he explains.

You hum in understanding, deciding it was best not to prod any further.

“Ready to go?” Jungkook stands up, hand stretching out to help pull you up from the bed.

“Yeah, I still have to eat breakfast before we go”

Jungkook sniggers at that, nudging your shoulder as he tells you how breakfast is the most important meal of the day and that it was closer to lunch time now than it was breakfast.

You shrug, explaining that even breakfast can be eaten at lunch sometimes.

+++

How well did you truly know Jeon Jungkook? Why had it taken you so long to ask this question?

You knew it was because he was the closest person you would get in this life that would always be a constant. He liked you, he couldn’t die, so why would he leave you? Just like yourself he had no one else in this world. And maybe you were cowardice, projecting your own insecurities and fears onto him, but it was true was it not?

Loneliness was simultaneously the best and worst thing that could happen to a human. It was a valid fear, as humans were social creatures that overall worked better as a team than in solitude. Two pairs of hands are always going to be better than one and being able to confide in another person should be second nature, because no one should have to deal with their pain alone when they had so many that cared for them.

Loneliness however can force you to learn to love your own company. If there is no one else around, you can only rely on yourself. And at the end of the day, you are the only constant in your life. Forced to fend for yourself, live for you, and you only.

But that scared you, what was living if it wasn’t for other people? Forced to marinate in your own thoughts, figure out your own feelings and live just because you want to or feel obligated to because you were given life so maybe you should live it out for a while.

Unless you’re Jeon Jungkook. He never seemed alone.

You believed that you would stay with him for a long time, because he had nowhere else to go just like yourself. And wherever he went, you think you would follow, because you were scared of being alone. Scared of the solitude that some found comfort in.

But why would you blindly follow him? Because he was kind enough to house you? Feed you? Put a roof over your head and help you develop skills that otherwise you would have no resources to do so? Even if he had been lying to you, deceiving you even.

If Jeon Jungkook was a colour, he would be grey. Muted, his character unimposing until you peel back the layers upon layers that he shields his being with only to find black. Onyx. A dark plain that can only be described as Jeon Jungkook, the ghost of a hand pulling you into his warm embrace until you settle down and thin sticky vines trap you beside him with no escape, remaining by his side for the rest of his eternal life.

Even with a small crack in what is Jeon Jungkook, a lie exposed to you, you chose not to say anything.

Why?

Because he’s familiar, and you’re scared of being alone.

Why would you willingly fall headfirst into a spiral of solitude when you could remain by his side, acting oblivious as he plays you like a puppet. Chipping away at your very being until you’re too warn down, leaning on him for support like he had planned from the start. He’s never hurt you, his caress gentle, and words sweeter than fresh honey or sugar cane. Blindly guiding you further into his abyss, steps away from the point of no return.

But you’re okay with that. Willingly holding onto him like he holds onto you, like the two of you are the only two left in the world, needing nothing more than each other to survive.

Now you find yourself at a crossroad. Why walk down the path of loneliness when you could walk down the path towards Jungkook, who happily waits for you at the end of the road with his arms wide open? It seemed obvious which path you would choose. And maybe you were spineless, allowing someone you barely knew to swing you around like a doll on some strings instead of facing your fears.

Maybe Jungkook was scared of being alone too. You’d never considered living an eternal life, simply living day to day hoping you’ll wake up tomorrow. But you worry how lonely he would feel if you were to ever leave him, a twinge of empathy flaring up at just the thought of it. Left to live alone for the rest of time. If you could live together, without the fear of desolation… walking the ways of life hand in hand with no one but each other.

And that’s why as you shut the book stuffed away inside the lower depth of Jungkook’s bag, you say nothing. Washing away what you had read from your mind, smiling happily when the demon re-enters the room, freshly washed, looking like the epitome of ethereal as he flops onto the bed, beckoning you to come over with a kiss to your cheeks, his own flushed the prettiest shade of dusty rosy, pink.

You knew which path you would be taking.

Map of the Soul Series:

Prologue:Soul

Summary: Sometimes the universe has a personal vendetta against us. Or well… you in this case. You didn’t ask to go on a hunt across the universe to collect your broken pieces of soul, and you certainly didn’t expect to become aquatinted to 7 people (8 times over) along the way, finding a new home with each of them even if each version were so different across the planets in the vast universe.

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Destination one of the ‘Map of the Soul’ series

Title: Aliferous

☆Definition:Having wings; winged.

Paring: Jung Hoseok x reader (ft. the tannies)

Genre:puppeteer au || fantasy au || isekai || fluff || angst || strangers to lovers || non-idol au ||

Series summary: Waking up in an unfamiliar world is one hard pill to swallow, being told your time was limited and you had find a piece of your cracked soul was even worse, paired with the fact that the people in Gardenia were convinced you were an angel sent from above to help them with the recent dilemma.

Series masterlist : Coming soon

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Destination two of the ‘Map of the Soul’ series

Title: Stellify

ﾟ☆Definition:[transitive verb] to turn into or as if into a star : place among the stars

Pairing:Min Yoongi x reader (ft. the tannies)

Genre:19th century au||jack the ripper au || fantasy au || isekai || fluff || angst || strangers to lovers || non-idol au ||

Series summary: ???

Series masterlist: Coming soon

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Desitantion three of the ‘Map of the Soul’ series

Title: Hiraeth

ﾟ☆Definition:[NOUN]: deep longing for something, especially one’s home

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x reader (ft. the tannies)

Genre:mafia au || fantasy au || isekai || fluff || angst || strangers to lovers || non-idol au ||

Series summary: ???

Series masterlist: Coming soon

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Destination four of the ‘Map of the Soul’ series

Title: Thalassophile

ﾟ☆Definition:anyone who loves the sea and the ocean.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x reader (ft. the tannies)

Genre:daechwita au || fantasy au || isekai || fluff || angst || strangers to lovers || non-idol au ||

Series summary: ???

Series masterlist: Coming soon

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Destinationfive of the ‘Map of the Soul’ series

Title: Peregrinate

ﾟ☆Definition:[VERB] travel or wander around from place to place.

Pairing: Park Jimin x reader (ft. the tannies)

Genre:hybrid au || fantasy au || isekai || fluff || angst || strangers to lovers || non-idol au ||

Series summary: ???

Series mastlist: Coming soon

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Destinationsix of the ‘Map of the Soul’ series

Title: Solandis

ﾟ☆ Definition: a delicate flower

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader (ft. the tannies)

Genre:prince au || fantasy au || isekai || fluff || angst || strangers to lovers || non-idol au ||

Series summary: ???

Series masterlist: Coming soon

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Destinationseven of the ‘Map of the Soul’ series

Title: Cosmogyral

ﾟ☆Definition:whirling around the universe.

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x reader (ft. the tannies)

Genre:alien au || fantasy au || isekai || fluff || angst || strangers to lovers || non-idol au ||

Series summary: ???

Series masterlist: Coming Soon

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Destinationeight of the ‘Map of the Soul’ series

Title: Serendipity

ﾟ☆Definition: [NOUN] the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.

Pairing: OT7 x reader

Genre:idol trainee au || fantasy au || isekai || fluff || angst || strangers to lovers

Series summary: ???

Series masterlist: Coming soon

Map of the Soul series

Prologue: Soul

Pairing: Ot7 x reader

Genre: fantasy au || Isekai || fluff || angst || strangers to lovers ||

Series summary: Sometimes the universe has a personal vendetta against us. Or well.. you in this case. You didn’t ask to go on a hunt across the universe to collect your broken pieces of soul, and you certainly didn’t expect to become acquainted with 7 people (8 times over), finding home with each of them even if each version were so different across the planets in the vast universe.

Prologue word count: 784 words.

tags and warnings: will be added above each chapter.

Notes: this is going to be a long long long project. i’ve had the idea to do this series for years and now that my platform has grown a little (and i’m not a 13 year old whose grammar and writing is iffy) i think i’m ready to finally take on the challenge. each ‘destination’ will have multiple parts so its basically 8 series within the map of the soul series. chapters may be a little shorter than my other series/ writing just so i can keep a schedule and update regularly and its easier than writing 10k every week to two weeks.

my masterlist

map of the soul masterlist||aliferous masterlist ||part one

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soul | səʊl | noun 1 the spiritual or immaterial part of a human being or animal, regarded as immortal. • a person’s moral or emotional nature or sense of identity

The soul is one of the many components that make us… ‘us’. You and me alike; one of the fundamental pieces of any living being, be it beast or man. What is a body without a soul? or better yet, a soul without a body?

The simple answer: an empty shell, a ticking time bomb where each second is uncertain. Because the ‘you’ of this world is connected to the souls of the other versions of ‘you’ wherever they may be. And like any good story there is often a flaw in the system. And in each millennium, there is one unlucky person that the dilemma is forced upon. And they’re unaware of it until it’s too late.

The multiverse has never been a concept the people of our world took seriously, their focus on science and the development of technology that has, and will never be able to fully explain the worlds that live beyond us. It’s easy to depict a rough outline of what the multiverse may be like in far-fetched action-packed superhero movies. But they are only partially accurate, the concept of the multiverse lacking because no one in the world has actually met their counterparts. It’s impossible. That’s the universe’s first hidden rule about the soul.

Because souls are tricky things, in the making of a person, one soul is assigned to them, split up like slices of a tangerine and handed off to each of ‘you’ from a different timeline. An invisible string connecting each of you to each other, a way for each of you to never meet, a map being sketched out to pinpoint where each fragment of soul has landed and where exactly it is in the universe.

So, they’re all ‘you’ but each version is slightly different. Because environment has as much of an affect as genetic make-up and the characteristics that are imbedded within your soul. It’s expected that a soul is split and spread across multiple timelines, universes, places, another of the many hidden rules engraved into the universe.

However, every so often a problem occurs. Sometimes there’s only one body, one universe and one timeline, one place with multiple pieces of fragmented soul. When the soul cracks, a slice of that soul is assigned to one body, the other pieces being abandoned across the universe where the other versions of ‘you’ are meant to be but never were. And this poses as a problem, because slowly your body will start to pull the fragmented pieces of soul in, as each piece tries to weave its way into at least one version of you. They were assigned to you for a reason.

Either one of two things happen, the better option is: you are forgotten. With only one version of you, you don’t have your intended impact on your timeline and slowly those that you love and the current world that you’ve grown up in will forget you ever even existed. Slowly your body will start to break down, your reason for living slowly dwindling until the universe decides that you are a waste of space. Your lost pieces of soul slowly start absorbing back into the abyss ready to be regenerated into another being. And so, the only version of ‘you’ will slowly deteriorate. Until you are no more.

The second outcome is the worse of the two. Each fragment will try and pull you into its timeline, to absorb into the only version of you that exists in the world. And having multiple parts of a soul doesn’t pose as a problem, because they have technically achieved their intended purpose in being a part of ‘you’. However, for your fragmented pieces of soul to be absorbed, time warps, something akin to a black hole forming. And as your body is pulled in multiple directions at once, your limbs will be ripped from your body, and ultimately you die an excruciating death where no one knows what happened. You vanish from the face of the earth.

There is a solution to this problem. And more often than not the outcome isn’t favourable. How were you ever meant to know you were the unlucky one, whose soul had been shattered and left to lay stagnant because there is only one ‘you’?

And it seems that you are the unlucky one of this millennia that will face the consequences of the universes mistake.

Hopefully someone has the map of your soul so each of your fragments can be retrieved before you’re either forgotten or ripped to shreds by the universe.

Destination one: map of the soul one: ALIFEROUS

BTS as relationship sex

RATING 18+. mature
WC1k
SUMMARY exploring sex with each of the members while being in a committed relationship.

JIN
You’ve never wanted someone to be possessive of you, but for some reason you want him to mark you up and make you his. Leading up there’s a perfect balance of pouty and lovey Jin, his fingers skating up your sides, teasing touches, half-assed jokes.

And then something switches. Something in his gaze changes and you end up fucking in the kitchen whle dinner burns, his hand pressing down on your neck to hold you down as he thrusts into you. Think: dirty and domestic. And you better believe he’s into sensation play. 

YOONGI
There’s a strange contradiction to this man. There’s a rush, an urgency to wanting him where you’ll let him have you wherever, whenever. But then once you begin, he takes his time. He’s there for a good time and a long time. Sometimes he lets his mouth run, spilling the dirtiest obscenities. And sometimes he’s quiet, fucking you in the bathroom at the party, hushing you when you whine, biting down on his lower lip. He prefers to fuck at home though, where he’s not rushed, but still will take you in a broom closet if he wants to. 

NAMJOON 
Half of the game is the foreplay. Days of foreplay. He buys you a dress with your exact measurements, and surprises you by renting out the entire gallery at your favorite museum. He’ll talk sweetly in your ear, hands roving over your body, murmuring about the artist, the technique, the impact. You’re half-blind to it all, and he loves seeing you swoon for him. He loves what he can do to you. It’s a little bit of a game for him, seeing how far he can push you before you break with need. And then in the car ride home, he’ll roll up the partition and fuck you, telling you over and over again, you’re mine, you’re mine. 

HOSEOK 
He surprises you when you learn about his jealous streak. He doesn’t like to let it show, but you know it’s there, swimming beneath the surface. And rather than asking him to push it down, you turn it into a game. The two of you are partners in crime, in business, in life, and one day when you’re out working together you meet his eye. Your hand falls on the arm of the photographer running the shoot for the day. You laugh a little too loud. Pay him too many compliments. This is exactly what you and Hoseok talked about, and you know his eyes are glued to you. It doesn’t take long for Hoseok to snap. Excuse me, Hoseok will say, butting in gracefully in the middle of the conversation, his hand tightening around yours. He leads you to his dressing room where he fucks you and makes you look in the mirror as he does. He wants you to see where your bodies meet, where your bodies are joined. When he kisses along your neck, he won’t leave a hickey, because he doesn’t have to. The whole world already knows that you’re his. He’s into showing off the most wild positions during sex, and would definitely fuck you on a balcony. 

JIMIN
The man is obsessed with pleasure. His pleasure. Your pleasure. He wants to lay back and feel it all. He’s also determined to be the one who will make you feel better than anyone else in your whole life. He wants to talk about sex until it’s not talking anymore, he wants to be the perfect boyfriend. But there’s a dark side to him too. In his search for pleasure, he’ll run alongside his own and your own boundaries, teasing the line with a graceful toe. You never know what to expect from him, other than he’s aiming for multiple orgasms. He will probably tell you he loves you for the first time while fucking into you, even though he had the statement planned out for weeks with flowers and champagne. It’s an accident, but he doesn’t regret it, because you’re whining out his name soon after and saying it back. 

TAEHYUNG
Brush your fingers through his hair. He loves when you take your time with him, when you lavish him in delicate attention, treating his body with the same love that you treat him with. He likes to tell you what to do, loves the creativity with which you play around his rules and expectations. Like that one time he directed you to undress, and you took ten minutes to do so. He’s delighted by your loopholes, he loves your brain, and even more than that, he loves pushing you over the brink as he fucks into you hard, and you pant out, I love you, I love you, I love you. 

JUNGKOOK
Pain and release, in his mind, are inherently intertwined. He wants to push the boundaries of what you expect from him, going above and beyond in and out of the bedroom. He’s used to being the best, and it’s no different with you. “Accidentally fucking” is the norm with the two of you. Leaving parties early to fuck. Grinding against you in the club like he’s making love, the only thing in the way those pesky clothes. But he also likes to plan his accidents. Likes to play a part. Like that one time you started watching a movie and his cock “accidentally” slipped inside you. You had planned that, sure, but you hadn’t planned to come on his cock three times that night, as he grinned and pleaded, Come for me, just one more time, please.

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Jin:

A chuckle came from you as you passed the item that you were creating across to Jin, adding to his pile that he needed to finish off for you.

“What are you laughing at?” Jin asked you as he turned round to pick up another after he was done.

“You,” you smiled back across to him, “I wasn’t sure if you’d enjoy this, but you seem to be in your element right now.”

“It’s a lot more fun than I thought it would be.”

Throughout the production you had listened to Jin humming and singing to himself as he concentrated. “Do you have any idea how much time you’ve saved me stepping up and helping me out tonight?”

“Maybe we should change the store so that it’s ours, I can help you out more often then.”

“It’s mine,” you joked in reply, “all you’ve done is help me out for one day.”

Jin nodded back to you, “I can help you out more often though from now on, I didn’t realise that it would be this much fun.”

“I didn’t realise that all I had to do was give you a glue gun and you’d enjoy yourself,” you smirked, “who knew it was that easy?”

“You know me Y/N, I’m easily pleased.”

Yoongi:

You watched nervously as Yoongi looked over the merch that you were packing, noticing one of the parcels with a photocard of him in it.

“Can I sign it?” Yoongi asked you as he picked it up, taking a look at which card of his it was.

“I mean, if you want to, you can,” you laughed, taken aback by his question, “I might have to start charging more if you do that.”

“It’ll be a nice surprise for whoever gets it.”

Your head nodded in agreement with him, “hopefully if they open up the parcel to see that it’s signed too, they will leave me a nice review. There is so much negativity on my review page right now.”

“If it means that it’ll help your business, I’ll sign everything here if you want me to Y/N.”

“It’s alright,” you chuckled, “most of it is Jungkook’s merch anyway I’m afraid.”

Yoongi’s eyes rolled at your remark, “why doesn’t that surprise me at all? We should send stuff to remind people that I’m the best.”

“You’re the best in my eyes,” you promised him, “but whether you’re the best in the eyes of your fans remains to be seen.”

“They don’t know what they’re missing out on.”

Hoseok:

Your head shook as you looked over your list of orders, counting through it again and again to make sure that you didn’t miss a single one.

“Why do you always do this to yourself every holidays?” Hobi asked you as he looked at your paper.

“Do what?” You quizzed in reply, with not a second to spare to even look at him as you pulled out your design box from under your bed.

“Always put yourself under big pressure.”

Your shoulders shrugged as you began to get out what you needed. “I like knowing my gifts make the holidays more exciting for people, even if it does sometimes end up with me going slightly up the wall.”

“Is there anything that I can do to try and ease some of the pressure that’s on your shoulders?”

“A drink?” You offered, “I have a feeling that I’ll get through a lot of coffee.”

Hobi nodded as he stood up from your bed, “I’m going to stay for a while and keep an eye on you, not let you work yourself too hard.”

“I’ll be alright, this isn’t my first busy holiday season,” you tried to assure him, but Hobi’s head still shook back across at you.

“I’m staying, even just for the company.”

Namjoon:

You had turned the house upside down as you searched for the missing item of the order that you were packing, unable to find it anywhere.

“What’s wrong?” Namjoon asked as he walked in to find just about everything thrown aside.

“I’m missing a phone case to send to this order,” you told him, turning the cushions off of the sofa to see if it had slipped down there.

“Alright, let’s try and find it together.”

Namjoon placed his phone into his pocket before having a look around the house too. “It’s a pretty simple case design, just some nice flowers and spring things on it,” you told Namjoon so that he knew what to look for.

“It’s got to be here somewhere, are you sure that you’ve not taken it out of this room at all?”

“Absolutely,” you sighed, “I saw it maybe half an hour ago max.”

Namjoon continued to search, lifting up a pile of paperwork as something hit the floor, “I think the phone case might be located.”

“Thank goodness,” you hummed, glancing down to see the phone case on the floor. “Joon, you’ve just saved me there.”

“We all lose things from time to time.”

Jimin:

A proud smile formed on Jimin’s face as he took the badge that he had made out of the machine, holding it up under the light to check it.

“Is this right?” He asked you, holding it out for you to take from him to check yourself too.

“It looks perfect,” you told him as soon as you looked at it, checking it over and nodding your head at all of the fine details.

“How many more do you need making?”

Your smile turned up as Jimin picked up the things that he needed to make another badge. “Are you absolutely sure that you don’t mind helping me out doing this? Haven’t you got things to be doing for work?”

“I’m actually enjoying helping you out, who knew badge making could be so much fun?”

“I really appreciate it,” you told him, “I’ve been rushed off of my feet.”

Jimin quickly offered you a reassuring smile, “you know that whenever you need a helping hand, I’m always here to step in Y/N.”

“I do,” you acknowledged, “and you’ve dug me out of a massive hole right now too, I took on way too many orders this time.”

“We’ll get it done together, don’t worry.”

Taehyung:

His nose turned up as Taehyung read through the delivery details of the order that you had shown him, shaking his head in disbelief at it.

“Can I reply?” He laughed, keen to give the woman a taste of her own medicine in response.

“I’ve got to try and be professional,” you reminded him, taking your laptop back, “as much as I want to go and tell her to stuff her order.”

“I can’t believe some people are so rude.”

Your shoulders shrugged, having got through a few rude requesters throughout your years of running your shop. “There are definitely a few people named Karen lurking about ready to order on Etsy.”

“I can’t believe you have to do her order after how she spoke to you, it’s unfair on you Y/N.”

“It’s money,” you laughed, “that’s the best way for me to look at it.”

A sigh came from Taehyung as he watched you get started, “can’t you write a note in her parcel telling her to stop being such a misery.”

“I wish,” you smiled in reply to him, “I just trust that eventually one day their nastiness will come back to haunt them.”

“Just kill them with kindness instead.”

Jungkook:

His shoulders shrugged as Jungkook looked over the parcels that you had laid out across the living room, trying to make sure that each one was perfect.

“Are you going to post all of these tomorrow?” He quizzed, looking over your address stickers.

“I might only be able to do a few, my bag isn’t big enough to carry them all down,” you replied, continuing to add the final touches.

“You’re walking down with all of this?”

Your head nodded in reply to Jungkook, with no car, you had no other choice to get the parcels sent off in time. “I reckon if I walk down with some tomorrow and some the day after I’ll get them all shipped off.”

“That’s ridiculous, why don’t I drive you down on my lunch break tomorrow to get them all posted?”

“I can’t expect you to do that,” you smiled, “I’ll be alright walking.”

Jungkook’s head shook back at you, “I wasn’t offering Y/N, I was telling you. I’ve got time, and you need to get these sent off, right?”

“I do,” you chuckled, knowing that Jungkook wasn’t going to argue with you, “thank you for offering to help me out with delivering Kook.”

“It’s my pleasure, no bother at all.”

—

Masterlist

Jin:

As you picked up the phone, you heard Jin tell everyone to be quiet. “Y/N, what’s your favourite song of ours?” Jin asked you, without even saying hello.

“I quite like Boy with Luv,” you replied to Jin, hearing plenty of commotion in the background, “why are you asking me that so suddenly, what’s going on?”

Jin stepped aside so that he could talk to you quietly, “for the episode, we have to guess people’s favourite things.”

“I’m sure that there are plenty of other songs of yours that your fans like though,” you quickly told Jin, not wanting him to use your answer to represent everyone.

The boys had already gone for it though, “Boy with Luv is a popular song, we’re going to trust you and pick that as the fan’s favourite too.”

“Don’t do that because you’ll blame me if you guys lose.”

“We’re trusting in you Y/N,” Jin laughed in reply.

A groan came from you, “keep me on the phone until you find out the answer, so I know whether to run or not.”

“Yeah, you might not be welcome at the dorm tonight.”

Yoongi:

You quickly paused your programme as you noticed your phone ringing. “Y/N, tell Jungkook to go and pick on someone else?” Yoongi yelled down the phone.

“What are you on about?” You laughed, with no idea what was going on as you heard Jungkook ‘s laughter in the background as Yoongi told him to go away.

He was pushed and pulled in two different directions as he tried to talk to you, “can you tell Jungkook to get another member?”

“Why?” You asked him, wanting to know what it was that you were supposed to be doing. “If you’re playing a game, then isn’t Jungkook doing what he’s supposed to be doing?”

A groan came from Yoongi as you failed to do what he asked. “Y/N, you’re supposed to be on my side, help me get Jungkook to bugger off.”

“Who’s he going to go after if he can’t go after you in the game?”

“I don’t care who he gets,” Yoongi cried out to you.

A chuckle escaped from you as you heard how desperate he was. “Sorry, but I think you might have to fight this one yourself.”

“I can’t believe that you’ve let me down like this.”

Hoseok:

Your heart stopped when you looked down at your phone and noticed Hobi’s name on the screen. “Y/N?” A voice called out, not recognising it as Hobi’s.

“Hello?” You quizzed, taking a moment to work out that the voice that you actually heard was Namjoon’s, wondering why you hadn’t heard Hobi’s voice.

A sigh came from Namjoon before speaking to you, “I don’t suppose you’re able to get yourself to the hospital, are you?”

“W-why?” You nervously quizzed, fearing the worst as you remembered what it was that the boys were filming, knowing just how physical the episode was.

Namjoon knew that you knew too before saying a word. “There’s been a bit of an incident, Hobi might have had a bit too much confidence.”

“What’s he done Joon? Or would I rather just not know for now?”

“It’s easier to show you Y/N,” he told you in response.

Your head nodded, grabbing your coat. “I’ll drive to the hospital now; I can be there in about half an hour I reckon.”

“I’ll meet you outside to show you where.”

Namjoon:

You didn’t know what was going on as you answered Namjoon’s call, hearing plenty of noise down the line. “Y/N, can you hear me?” Namjoon shouted to you.

“I can hear you,” you yelled back to him, “what on earth are you doing? I thought that you were filming for run?” You asked him, recalling Namjoon’s schedule.

A laugh came from him in reply to your question, “we are, but there’s a couple of things that we left at the dorm.”

“Let me guess, you want me to go to the dorm and bring them to you?” You asked, reading Namjoon like a book, knowing exactly what he wanted from you.

Another laugh came from him, “I wouldn’t ask if we weren’t desperate, but I promise that I’ll make it up to you for helping us out to get this done.”

“I can get to the dorm in twenty minutes if you tell me what I need.”

“I’ll send a text with a list on it,” Namjoon replied.

Your eyes widened slightly, “a list? How much have you left at the dorm? Did you not check before you left the dorm?”

“You know what we’re like, just a tad forgetful.”

Jimin:

As soon as you saw Jimin’s name pop up on your phone, you were worried, quickly accepting his call. “I’m exhausted,” was all that he said to you answered him.

“Is that all that you rang me for?” You asked him, shaking your head as you sat yourself down on the sofa, “why are you ringing me during the middle of filming run?”

Jimin could hear the panic that was in your voice, “I just thought I’d call and see how you are, what’s wrong with you?”

“I thought something bad had happened, you never ring me during filming,” you scolded him, taking several deep breaths to calm yourself back down.

A soft sigh came from Jimin as he listened to you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you, I only rang because I’m tired and I want to hear your voice.”

“It’s fine, it’s my fault for probably assuming the worst straight away.”

“It’s nice that you worry about me though,” Jimin smiled.

Your eyes rolled at how excited he sounded, “of course, I worry about you, especially when I’ve seen some episodes of run too.”

“This one’s easy, even we can’t mess it up.”

Taehyung:

A sigh of relief came from Taehyung as you picked up his call, speaking straight away. “Y/N, we’re relying on you to get the answer right so that we can win a snack?”

“Answer right for what?” You quizzed, with no idea what was happening as you heard the boys in the background, their voices all muffling together as they all spoke.

Taehyung quickly shushed them before speaking again, “do you have any idea what the capital of Samoa is Y/N?”

“Isn’t it Apia?” You asked Taehyung, not even having to think as the boys all cheered on the end of the phone in reply to the answer that you gave.

Taehyung didn’t respond as he watched the production team, as their heads quickly nodded. “Y/N, thank you! I knew that you wouldn’t let us down.”

“I hope you plan on sharing some of those snacks with me for helping.”

“I’ll bring some home with me,” Taehyung promised you.

A chuckle came from you as the boys all thanked you. “I’m glad I could help, but you guys all owe me a favour at some point now.”

“We’ll help you out whenever you need us.”

Jungkook:

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you glanced down to see Jungkook calling you, quickly picking up his call. “Y/N, guess what, I got to come home early?”

“Did you win again?” You laughed, hearing in the background of the call that Jungkook was already on the road. “Shall I start getting ready to go out to dinner in that case?”

The smile on Jungkook’s face quickly turned up, “I reckon that I’ll be home within about half an hour at this rate Y/N.”

“Wow, you really did finish early,” you smirked, shaking your head as you realised that Jungkook was over two hours early to leave the set.

He couldn’t help but laugh knowing that the boys were still on set. “You should have seen their faces when PD told me that I was able to go home.”

“I can imagine that none of them were probably impressed with you.”

“I think they might have hated me,” Jungkook chuckled.

Your eyes rolled at how delighted he sounded on the other end of the line, “you’ll be in trouble when you see them at the dorm.”

“I’m the winner, I don’t care what they do.”

—

Masterlist

Jin:

His eyes narrowed as soon as Jin walked into the studio and found Namjoon stood with his arms around you. “What’s up?” He questioned, watching as you pulled away from Namjoon to reveal your teary eyes.

“The runner might have made a little bit of a mistake,” Namjoon explained to Jin, “but don’t worry, I put him back in his place.”

Jin cautiously walked towards you, replacing Namjoon at your side. “What sort of mistake did he make? Has he done something to upset you Y/N? I swear I’ll get him.”

“It’s alright,” you quickly assured Jin before he got annoyed, “Namjoon’s already sorted him, he just made a bit of a stupid joke about my home.”

“He was having a go at you because you’re foreign?”

“A little,” you weakly smiled, “he thought he was being funny, but it was just offensive.”

A heavy breath came from Jin as he tried to stay relaxed, “what is it about people round here that they think they can insult you for being foreign. Are you sure you sorted him Joon? I can say something to him too.“

"I promise it’s alright, he won’t be opening his mouth again.”

Yoongi:

As Yoongi’s manager walked away, the tears quickly began to fall for you. “I’m so sorry,” Yoongi told you as soon as he heard you starting to sniffle by his side, draping his arm across both of your shoulders.

“I don’t even know why I’m letting that idiot get to me,” you sighed, breathing shakily as you rested against Yoongi.

A soft kiss was placed by him to the top of your head, “it’s alright to be upset, I’m upset too by what he said. I can’t believe he even thought to say such a thing to you.”

“How many other people must think it, but not say anything to me?” You asked Yoongi, watching as his head shook straight away back across to you.

“Everyone adores you, no one else is thinking like that.”

“I thought that he liked me,” you frowned, “but clearly, he’s got a problem with me, hasn’t he?”

Yoongi’s smile weakened as he met your hurt eyes, “if you being foreign is the only thing that people have against you, that’s on them, not on you. Some people are just made to be mean Y/N, you’ve just got to ignore them.”

“He’s definitely the meanest of the bunch too.”

Hoseok:

The slam of the door made Hobi jump as his eyes immediately looked across at you. “What’s wrong?” He asked, encouraging you to take a seat beside him and tell him what had made you so upset.

“That choreographer you’re working with is an idiot,” was all that you said as you wiped under your eyes with your sleeve.

Hobi’s arm came around to rest against the small of your back, “what’s happened? What have they said, or done?” He quizzed, picking up on just how upset you were.

“Essentially he’s just told me that it’s best if I go back home,” you told Hobi, glancing across just as his eyes widened in horror, “told me I’m no good in Korea.”

“Who does he think he is to say something like that to you?”

“I don’t know,” you hummed, smiling weakly at Hobi, “I enjoy being in Korea though.”

His head shook as he pulled you into his side, “just ignore him, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. You belong here, with me, regardless of what anyone else thinks. I’ll speak to him Y/N, I promise you.”

“There’s nowhere else that I want to be either.”

Namjoon:

Your body jumped as Namjoon dropped his chopsticks, staring across the table at one of his managers. “What did you just say about Y/N?” Namjoon challenged, keeping his eyes fixated on the nervy

“What?” The manager chuckled, thinking that he was just having a laugh until he noticed Namjoon’s tough expression.

Namjoon wasn’t about to back down as the manager’s laughter quickly stopped. “What did you just say about Y/N? If you think it’s so funny, why don’t you repeat it?”

“I was just saying how funny Y/N’s pronunciation is,” the manager smirked, “I mean you can tell that she’s a foreigner when she speaks, can’t you?”

“And why is that something to joke about? She’s trying to learn.”

“Alright,” the manager scoffed, “I didn’t realise that she needed you to stand up for her now.”

Namjoon reached across and took a hold of your hand, “Y/N is more then capable of standing up for herself. However, I will absolutely stand up for her too, she’s trying her best to learn, maybe you should learn too.”

“I’m sorry, I was only messing around though.”

Jimin:

Your body tensed up as soon as you caught sight of the director who had offended you across the room. “Is that him?” Jimin asked you, noticing how panicked you got when you noticed who was standing around.

“Don’t,” you told Jimin as he took a single step in their direction, “now isn’t the time or the place to start anything Jimin.”

His head nodded as he stepped back towards you, “I’m not going to let him get away with it Y/N. If it’s not today, then at some point I’ll definitely be speaking to him.”

“I’m sure he probably didn’t mean anything by it,” you tried your best to tell Jimin, “how is he supposed to know what might offend a foreign person.”

“I don’t care, he should think before he speaks to anyone.”

“Jimin,” you whispered, “I don’t want this to get you in any trouble, that wouldn’t be fair.”

He reached across and took a hold of both of your hands, “you’re not going to get me in any trouble, I promise. I’m going to stand up for you though Y/N, there’s no way that I can just ignore what’s happened.”

“Be careful though, please, for your own sake.”

Taehyung:

As he glanced to his right and saw you tense up, Taehyung knew that he couldn’t just let the producer’s comments pass. “Y/N’s not from Korea,” Taehyung reminded them, “what are you expecting from her?”

“I-I…nothing,” the producer stuttered, surprised to hear Taehyung speak up, not really realising what he had said to you.

Your hand reached under the table for Taehyung’s, trying your best to keep him calm. “You make mistakes too, and you’re Korean, but no one decides to call you out on them.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” he quickly told you, sensing that trouble was brewing, “I think I might just go and eat my lunch somewhere else, and leave you guys to it.”

“I can’t believe he had the cheek to say that to you, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you whispered, “thank you for standing up for me though, I really appreciate it.”

Taehyung’s smile turned up as soon as he met your eyes, “no one gets to judge you like that and get away with it. Even as Koreans we’re not perfect, but people especially need to cut you a little bit of slack.”

“I’m sure he will now after getting told off by you.”

Jungkook:

You quickly wiped under your eyes as Jungkook walked into the room, smiling weakly across at him. “What’s wrong?” Jungkook asked straight away though, easily able to tell that something had upset you.

“It’s nothing,” you tried to tell him, but Jungkook’s head shook, “I probably took the comment to hear too much anyway.”

Jungkook took a hold of your hand as his eyes remained on you, “who’s been passing comment? It obviously must be inappropriate if it’s left you feeling upset Y/N, just tell me.”

“One of your managers,” you began to tell him, “they were moaning to me earlier because of where I come from, telling me that I’m not always doing things right.”

“No one expects you to do everything right, you’re foreign Y/N.”

“It appears that maybe one person does,” you frowned, feeling Jungkook’s grip tighten on you.

A sigh came from him as he tried his best to stay calm. “You need to point out to me who said it, I need to talk to them about what they’ve said. People need to be understanding of you, I’m not letting them hurt you.”

“I don’t want any trouble Kook, it’s no big deal.”

—

Masterlist

Jin:

“Y/N,” Jin giggled as you pressed kiss after kiss to his face as you hovered above him, encouraged to keep going by the sound of him laughing from underneath you.

As you pulled away, your eyes landed on the wide smile that was on his face. “Yes?” You innocently smiled, keeping yourself propped up on your elbows as his hands moved around you.

“I told you that I have to go to work, remember?”

Your head shook as you pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose, “work is for losers, stay here with me instead Jin.”

“I’d love to,” he chuckled, “but unfortunately there’s things that I need to go and do at the studio.”

Your head kept shaking in response to him, “you don’t get kissed when you go to the studio, why would you want to go there?”

“It just means that I have something to look forward to when I come home,” he tried to tell you, “you can save up plenty of kisses to give me this evening instead.”

You reluctantly rolled away from Jin, “I can’t believe you’re picking the studio over me.”

“I’ll pick you all evening long tonight.”

Yoongi:

“Stop,” Yoongi laughed as you pushed his cheeks together again, pressing a kiss against his forcibly pouted lips, chuckling away to yourself as the pout muffled his voice.

As soon as your hands came back to your sides, Yoongi’s hands rolled. “I’ve never known someone to enjoy kissing as much as you,” Yoongi smiled as you shyly looked back at him.

“I think it’s your fault for being so kissable.”

His eyebrows knitted in confusion back across to you, “you force me into appearing kissable by squishing my cheeks.”

“You love it really,” you joked, “I’ve never heard you once complain about me kissing you either.”

Yoongi raised his arms in the air, “no person would ever complain about being kissed, they must be out of their minds.”

“I can’t help it that I want to kiss you the most when you’re pouty,” you smirked, pushing his cheeks in again, “I mean look at how adorable you look right now, it’s so cute.”

Yoongi’s eyes rolled as you spoke, “why can’t you just kiss me like a normal person would?”

“That would be too easy, and boring too.”

Hoseok:

“Not this again,” Jimin groaned as he walked into the dressing room to find you and Hobi laid out on the sofa. “Is there ever a second when the two of you aren’t kissing?”

Your head nodded as you moved away slightly from Hobi, “we’re not kissing right now,” you teased, watching on as Jimin’s eyes rolled, unable to look across in your direction.

“I’m just getting my phone and quickly leaving.”

Hobi couldn’t help but scoff as Jimin rushed around the room, “don’t leave on our account,” he joked, but Jimin was gone.

“I think the boys might kill us one day,” you laughed, “you said that they were all busy rehearsing.”

Hobi nodded in reply to you, “I thought that they were, but seeing Jimin’s face then was pretty funny, you can’t lie.”

“I think the boys must think that all the two of us do these days is kiss,” you smirked, moving back towards him again, “I’ve lost count of how many times they’ve interrupted.”

A shrug of the shoulders came from Hobi, “I’m definitely not complaining if that’s what they think.”

“We do other things too, not just kiss.”

Namjoon:

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Namjoon asked as he sat down beside you, noticing your teary eyes as a single tear sat in the corner of your eye, threatening to spill at any moment.”

You smiled weakly back across at Namjoon, not wanting to give him any reason to worry. “Nothing’s wrong, I’m alright,” you told him, only for his head to shake, unable to believe you.

“I can tell that something is going on with you.”

Your head shook as his continued to do the same, “what makes you think that something’s up?” You asked him intriguingly.

“You always kiss me when I come home,” he smiled, “but you haven’t done that to me today.”

An ironic laugh escaped from you, “are my kisses really the way that you tell whether I’m feeling alright or not Joon?”

“You kiss me so often, if you don’t, it’s always a sign that’s something’s up,” he told you, “so, are you going to tell me what’s going on so that I can help you out?”

Your hand came up to wipe underneath your eyes, “are you sure that you’ve got the time?”

“Of course, I want to help however I can.”

Jimin:

“Don’t you ever get bored of kissing me?” Jimin enquired as your hand came underneath his chin and brought his head around so that you could press a kiss against his lips.

Your head shook in reply to him, allowing your smile to grow. “How could someone ever tire of kissing you?” You asked him in reply, “I like kisses anyway, but kissing you is a bonus.”

“I’ve never been kissed so much in my life.”

Your eyebrows raised as he spoke, “I can stop kissing you if you want,” you joked, watching his head shake rapidly in panic.

“I’m never letting you do that,” he promised, “if anything, I think I want for you to kiss me more.”

Your own eyebrows raised in reply to Jimin, “if I had it my way, you’d never get anything done because I’d kiss you all the time.”

“You know, I would quite like that,” Jimin smugly smiled, “if there’s one thing that I could wish for more than anything else in the world, it’s constant kisses from you.”

A soft chuckle came from you, “what would you tell everyone at work when you fail to show?”

“I’d just say that I’ve got a better offer.”

Taehyung:

“You can’t work all night long,” Taehyung whispered across to you as he continued to place kiss after kiss along your jawline, slowly wearing you down into listening to what he had to say.

A sigh came from you as you kept looking at your laptop screen. “You can’t kiss me into stopping work Tae, not when I’ve still got so much that I need to get done for my assignment.”

“Your assignment will still be there tomorrow.”

Your eyes rolled as he kissed you a little bit harder, “why are you doing this to me? You know how much of a weakness all of this is for me.”

“Because I’m looking after you,” he smiled, “making you see that you’re working too hard on this.”

Your head shook as Taehyung began to pull your chair back, still kissing you. “I can’t concentrate when you’re kissing me.”

“Then it looks like my plan is working then,” he whispered into your ear, “come sit on the sofa for a little while? Let me look after you after how hard you’ve worked.”

Your eyes glanced up to look at him, “are you going to keep kissing me if I agree to join you?”

“I promise that I won’t stop for a moment.”

Jungkook:

“You have to let me breathe at some point,” Jungkook laughed as you continued to peck against his lips, refusing to step back for even a second as muffled laughter escaped from him.

You moved your head back, watching on as he let go of a deep breath. “You know you can breathe through your nose, right?” You teased, watching as his eyes rolled back at you.

“I’ve never known someone kiss as much as you.”

The corners of your smile turned up immediately, “who can blame me? Look at how adorable you are, who wouldn’t want to constantly kiss you Kook.”

“That is very understandable,” he joked, “I can definitely see why you find me so irresistible.”

Your hand hit gently against his chest as he stepped forward this time and kissed you. “You’re impossible,” you told him.

“Maybe that’s why you love me so much,” he continued to tease, pulling you back towards him again, “can we go back to what we were doing again now?”

Your head nodded in reply to him, “you’re not going to complain that it’s too much again, are you?”

“No way, I can’t get enough of your kisses.”

—

Masterlist

Jin:

As the crowds disappeared, you and your family stayed where you were sat, hanging around until finally Jin appeared. “What did you guys all think of the show?” He asked everyone.

“I’ve never seen a show like it,” your dad confidently told him.

Your mum quickly pulled Jin into a hug, “I can’t believe my son in law is such a superstar.”

You muttered an apology to him as your mum squeezed him tightly. “If you’re wondering, she absolutely loved the show.”

Jin nodded with a chuckle as he wrapped his arms around her too, “that’s all that I wanted from tonight, for you guys to all enjoy yourself,” he told every member of your family.”

Your dad patted against his back too, “you were incredible, better than I could have ever expected you to be.”

“Thank you,” Jin smiled in reply to him, relieved that the show had gone done well.

Once he had finished greeting everyone else, he finally made his way across to you. “And what did you think of the show?”

“I think you were as amazing as you always are.”

Yoongi:

The smile on your mum’s face as soon as Yoongi showed you where you’d all be for their show that night. “It’s nice and out of the way so that you won’t get disturbed by anyone.”

“The view of the stage is amazing,” your dad quickly noted.

A chuckle came from you as he sat down in his seat, “are the seats good enough for you?”

Everyone’s heads all nodded in reply to Yoongi straight away. “I just want to see the show now,” your mum encouraged.

Your smile was soft as Yoongi looked across to you, relieved to see your head nodding back at him too. “I think everyone’s looking forward to seeing you perform for the very first time.”

Yoongi’s smile was weak as you spoke, “I really hope that I don’t mess up, there’s plenty of pressure with you all watching.”

“Just pretend like we’re not here,” your mum suggested, trying to make him feel better.

Your dad hummed in agreement with her, “is that why we’re sat over here so that you can’t see us as you’re performing?”

“That might have had a little bit to do with it.”

Hoseok:

A chuckle came from you as Hobi cut off mid rap, stopping in his tracks as he spotted you in the crowd. “Look,” you yelled out to him, pointing down the rest of your row of seats.

“Oh,” he gulped, recognising many of the faces just beside you.

You could tell straight away that he was panicking. “You’re doing really well,” you yelled.

As your family began to spot Hobi, he felt his heart racing more and more. “Hobi, are you good?” Jin asked, passing him by.

Hobi’s hand nervously stretched out, pointing what he had seen out to Jin. “I had no idea that they were here?” Hobi stuttered, “I was acting like a right idiot earlier on in the show.”

Jin threw his arm over Hobi’s shoulders, “they’ve all got smiles on their faces so you can’t be doing that badly.”

“I’m scared to mess up,” Hobi admitted, knowing that everyone was still watching.

Jin’s head shook back at him, “it’s obvious that they like you, that’s why they’re here. Just keep doing you and they’ll love it.”

“You’re right, I’ve just got to carry on now.”

Namjoon:

The moment that your family caught Namjoon’s eyes he started waving, chuckling to himself. “Mum, look,” you told her, nudging her side so that she could see that Namjoon had found you.

“There he is,” she excitedly grinned, waving back to Namjoon.

He took a couple of steps closer towards your family, “are you enjoying it?” He asked.

No one else knew what he was saying, trying their best to read Namjoon’s lips through the loud screams around them.

Their eyes all looked to you for a little bit of help. “He’s asking if you’re enjoying the show,” you told them as everyone turned back to the stage and all nodded their heads in reply to Namjoon.

His smile widened as soon as he saw the positive response that he got from your family, taking a couple of steps back.

“How can he hear us?” Your mum asked, barely able to even hear you next to her.

You wrapped your arm around her to pull her towards you, “we’ve perfect lipreading to talk to each other at loud shows.”

“You two really think of everything together.”

Jimin:

Your eyes looked behind you as you felt a hand tapping against your shoulder. “You never told us that he could dance like this,” your mum told you, pointing up at Jimin on the stage.

“He’s showing off,” you shouted over the crowd noise.

Her eyes widened as you spoke, “I thought you said that he didn’t know that we were here.”

“He spotted you ages ago, but you were too busy dancing,” you informed, “haven’t you noticed he’s just on this side of the arena now.”

Your mum’s eyes widened even more as she realised that Jimin hadn’t moved from their eyeline. “Why is he trying to impress us? Doesn’t he know how great we all think he is.”

Your head nodded in reply to her, “he just wants to make sure that you know how good of a dancer he is tonight mum.”

“He’s not just good, he’s amazing,” she complimented with a proud smile too.

Your smile was relieved to hear how much she was enjoying watching Jimin. “You’ll have to get him to teach you something one day.”

“No way, I could never do what he does Y/N.”

Taehyung:

As soon as the song came to an end, Taehyung came down off of the stage, walking across to where you and your family were. “Are you guys having fun?” He asked, moving his mic away.

“This place is amazing,” your mum told him quickly.

Your dad nodded in agreement with her, “I can’t hear myself think, but it’s great Taehyung.”

“You should see them dancing,” you added, smiling across at Taehyung, “I played them a few of your songs on the way here to familiarise them.”

His heart raced as your parents both shyly looked away. “I’ll make sure that I keep an eye out for some of those moves during the next set of songs,” he promised your family.

A chuckle came from you as your mum’s head shook, “I’m nowhere as good as what you’re doing up on that stage.”

“Do you want to come up?” Taehyung joked, offering his hand out for her to take.

She jokingly leaned over the barrier and nudged him away, “you don’t want your embarrassing in law dancing up on that stage with you.”

“There’s nothing embarrassing about dancing Y/M/N.”

Jungkook:

As Jungkook failed to pay attention to what was being said to him, Jimin walked across and waved his hand in front of his face. “Are you not listening?” Jimin joked with him.

“Yeah, I was talking to you,” Taehyung called out.

Jimin looked across at Jungkook in confusion, “have you forgotten that you’re on stage?”

“Sorry,” Jungkook laughed, looking away from the crowd and across the stage to where Taehyung was. “I just spotted my in laws in the crowd.”

The noise in the arena immediately lifted as the other boys tried to spot you and your family too. “Where are they?” Jin laughed, covering the light with his hand over his eyes.

Jungkook pointed across to where you were all stood, with Yoongi walking over. “Are you enjoying the show?” He asked your family.

“They’re nodding,” Jin called out into his microphone as everyone nodded in reply.

The smile on Jungkook’s face turned up as soon as he saw that they were enjoying themselves. “I’m paying attention again, I promise.”

“Focus, we’ve still got half a show to do.”

—

Masterlist

Jin:

A cheer came from Jin as he scrolled through your phone, stopping you from scrolling through his phone as you tried to find an embarrassing photo.

“Can I look through the album called Jin? Does that have some photos of me in?” He enquired.

“How have you found that album?” You sighed, narrowing your eyes as Jin turned your phone around to show you what he’d found.

“I was just looking for photos.”

Your head hung low as Jin clicked on the album and started to look through it, “just look through it and try not to let it go to your head that I’ve got an album of photos for you.”

“My ego is loving this,” Jin declared.

A scoff came from you as you tried your best to look back through his phone for a photo. “Just pretend you didn’t see it.”

Jin’s head shook at your request, “I am never forgetting that I found this album, when people tell me that I’m punching, I can tell them that I’m not the one with a dedicated album.”

“You’re enjoying this too much.”

“I am absolutely loving it.”

Yoongi:

You stopped what you were doing as soon as you heard Yoongi speak, glancing back to see his eyes looking down at what you were doing on your phone.

“What are you doing? Why have you got an album called Yoongi?” He asked you, slightly uncertain.

“Just moving a few photos,” you told him, not giving too much away, but Yoongi quickly pieced together what you were up to.

“Moving photos to my album?”

Your head nodded slowly as the corners of Yoongi’s smile quickly turned up. “I like to keep my photos tidy, and I’ve got thousands of photos in my phone just of you.”

“An album just for me,” Yoongi sniggered.

Your eyes rolled at how excited he seemed, “it’s not that big of a deal,” you quickly tried to tell him, but Yoongi’s head shook.

His hand reached across so that he could click on the album, “why don’t you show me some of the photos that you have? I can delete some of the photos that I don’t like of me.”

“All of them are nice Yoongi.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

Hoseok:

As a laugh came from Hobi, your eyes darted across to see what it was that had caught his attention whilst he scrolled through his phone to pass the time.

“A woman here has seven albums on her phone dedicated to her boyfriend,” he scoffed in disbelief.

“Really? I only have one,” you hummed under your breath, only realising how loud you had been when Hobi’s eyes widened.

“You have an album just for me?”

You nodded back at him, confused as to what his thoughts on it were as his expression remained blank. “I like to have one to keep photos tidy, but seven is a bit extreme.”

“Are you sure it’s just one?” He teased you.

Your hand reached back to take your phone out of your pocket, “I’m not sad enough to have seven albums dedicated to you.”

The smile on Hobi’s face quickly turned up, “if you had seven albums, I’d be asking you some questions. Come on, let me see some of the photos that you’ve got saved in yours.”

“It’s just the one though.”

“One is the perfect number.”

Namjoon:

Your head nodded as Namjoon asked if he could take a look at the photo that he had taken on your phone, keen to see how it had turned out to post.

“Which album do I need to click on?” Namjoon called out, looking through your albums in confusion.

“I’ll do it,” you panicked, reaching across to try and take your phone from Namjoon, but his eyes had already found what you wanted to hide.

“Is this an album called Namjoon?”

Your head nodded nervously as Namjoon looked across to you in surprise. “I made it some time ago so that I had all of the pictures that I have of you in one place,” you explained.

“There’s no need to be shy,” Namjoon encouraged.

You smiled weakly as he clicked on the album and started looking through. “Most of these photos you had no idea I’d taken.”

A chuckle came from him as he remembered some of the things that he was doing in a few of the photos. “I can’t believe you have an album for me, I should make one for you in my phone.”

“Joon, you don’t have to.”

“I do because I want to.”

Jimin:

You shyly looked down as Jimin found your album in your phone just for him, placing your phone back in your lap and grabbing his phone out of his back pocket.

“I do the same,” he suddenly told you, scrolling through his phone to try and find what he wanted.

“You have one saved for me?” You asked in surprise, looking through the album that Jimin showed you that he had on his phone.

“I like it when I go on the road?”

Your eyes widened as Jimin glanced across at you, “I have my album for when you’re on the road too,” you sniggered, throwing your head back at how similar you both were.

“I guess we must miss each other,” he smiled.

Your head nodded straight away in reply, “I’ve looked through this album so much when I’ve not been able to talk to you.”

Jimin nodded in agreement as he carried on scrolling with a wide smile on his face. “I look at this album constantly, the boys have threatened to limit the time that I spend looking at it.”

“Are you really that bad?”

“Of course, I miss you a lot.”

Taehyung:

Your eyes rolled as Taehyung continued to tapping on your phone to tease you, not paying attention to what he was doing until he looked down at the screen.

“What’s this?” Taehyung laughed as he noticed whilst winding you up, he’d opened up your photos.

“What are you doing?” You asked, peering past Taehyung’s shoulder to see that he had opened up the album that you had just for him.

“Is this an album just about me?”

Your eyes didn’t quite know where to look as Taehyung’s stared across at you. “It might be,” you whispered, knowing that he was smirking without even needing to look.

“Do you love me that much?” He joked.

Once again your eyes rolled, hating how smug Taehyung sounded. “I just did it to make life easier for me, that’s the only reason.”

Taehyung’s head shook, spotting you trying your best to control your smile. “You did it to make life easier because you love looking at the face of the person you love much more easily.”

“Can we change the subject?”

“I’m just getting started Y/N.”

Jungkook:

You stopped scrolling as a hand came down to tap against your phone, scrolling back up slightly as Jungkook thought that he spotted something interesting.

“What was that album called?” He asked you, sensing that he had noticed what he thought he had.

“What album?” You enquired as Jungkook found what it was that he was looking for, tapping against the album and seeing exactly what it was.

“You’ve got an album called Jungkook.”

You shyly nodded back across at Jungkook as he began to scroll through some of the photos. “I thought I’d save them there so that I always have them in one place.”

“How did I never know this?” He chuckled.

Your shoulders shrugged in reply, “I guess it was just one of those things that I didn’t tell you, I thought it was embarrassing.”

Jungkook’s head shook if anything he found your album completely adorable. “I really like it; do you mind showing me through a few of the photos that you’ve got taken of me?”

“You can’t laugh though.”

“I promise I won’t laugh.”

—

Masterlist

: ?

Jung Hoseok x Y/N

Hoseok is an underground rapper well known in the industryindustrie. Thanks to that he can’t be very loud or public about his… Special kink…

One day while scrolling through twitter he finds out about “nsfw twitter” where Y/N and her 2 friends sell kinky stuff.

Y/N turns out to fulfill his deepest fantasies.

Genre: SocialMedia!AU, Smut, Angsty

ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: Hello! I went into a loooong, looong hiatus but I’m finally back! This part is a little different cause I need to make a little of time between Hoseok and Y/N for what it’s coming

I also updated the tag list but if you don’t wanna be on it anymore or changed ur username after all this time please let me now!

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: ? (Partly written cap)

Jung Hoseok x Y/N

Hoseok is an underground rapper well known in the industryindustrie. Thanks to that he can’t be very loud or public about his… Special kink…

One day while scrolling through twitter he finds out about “nsfw twitter” where Y/N and her 2 friends sell kinky stuff.

Y/N turns out to fulfill his deepest fantasies.

Genre: SocialMedia!AU, Smut, Angsty

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Jimin was heartbroken, a thin layer of tears covered his eyes, yet he didn’t let any of them roll out of his eyes. Jimin was prideful. He wouldn’t let anyone tear him down. You knew he was hurt, but he was going to hide it and just party and go around with random people. It wasn’t the first time you’ve seen Jimin like this, but he always got better, he knew how to heal his own heart. He was strong as hell.

Something by Girl’s Day was playing loudly through your speakers, Jimin was singing every word while you were trying to replicate the choreography. Yoongi was in the kitchen making some drinks for everyone “he didn’t even cheat on you, Jimin. Why this song?” Yoongi placed the drinks on the coffee table while look at his two friends making a dramatic performance of that song “He didn’t… but he lied to me about being okay with my job, so it counts” Jimin reached to the table to grab a cup and pour it down his throat.

You were on your second round of drinks when light knocks on your door captured everyone’s attention “shhh, I think it’s him” Jimin ran to lower the music’s volume while Yoongi started at the door with pure curiosity.

You fixed your hair and dress before opening the door with a big smile, a smile that faded away when you recognized who was standing in front of you. “Y-You… a-are you lost? Are you looking for someone” he looked at you starting to play with his fingers. “I’m Seok” his voice was hushed, but you could still hear it. “What?” naturally, you were surprised, what were the chances? “From twitter?”

Jimin grew anxious, you weren’t coming back, and none of you knew this guy. What if he was some crazy dude and was trying to steal your house? He walked to the door letting a scream out of his chest when he saw Seok standing in front of you. His scream alarmed Yoongi, who didn’t waste much time to run where you guys were.

Hoseok looked like a scared kitty right now, trying to convince himself this wasn’t a bad idea that you guys could still have a good time even after finding out who he was “YN, where are your manners? Let the poor guy in” Jimin took Hoseok’s hand and dragged him inside your house. You and Yoongi looked at each other with surprise and without a clue of what to do now.

The first minutes were uncomfortable, Jimin was just staring at Hoseok while you and Yoongi were trying to figure out a way to make this whole situation less weird “so… Uhm… Seok, do you want some drinks? I made them myself” with a head gesture Yoongi pointed at the drinks in the coffee table. Hoseok smiled a little bit before reaching for one of the drinks.

“I can’t believe it’s you. It’s funny, a few weeks ago Yn was about to have something with R-” you cut Jimin’s words before he could tell Hoseok about your little thing with one of his friends. “ignore him, he is a little drunk. He is Jimin, by the way, and our bartender is Yoongi. They are my best friends” Hoseok smiled at both of them finishing his drink after that “I don’t know if this was a good idea. I feel like I just ruined your party” Yoongi shook his head in negation sitting on the individual couch. “I think you just made it better. Jimin has a crush on you or something” as soon as those words left Yoongi’s lips, Jimin turned completely red, he looked at Yoongi and threw a cushion in his direction “what? you are always complimenting him”

It took a little more alcohol for you guys to relax and start to treat Hoseok like a friend and not a celebrity. Even though the ones talking to him were Jimin and Yoongi, you were just looking at him or dancing to any song Jimin played. Of course, you wanted to talk to him, but you knew how much Jimin liked him, so you just let your little friend enjoy Hoseok’s company; after all, you’ll have him for the rest of the night.

“Let’s go drunk baby. You are staying at my place tonight.” Yoongi carried Jimin over his back, who was just mumbling some gibberish. “Remind him that we need to be at 5 pm at the studio, please” Yoongi nodded before leaning towards you and leaving a small peck in your lips. He looked at Hoseok and winked at him “we are just friends, okay? That’s something we’ve always do” Hoseok turned his head looking at his feet while waiting for you.

“You could’ve told me who you were. I know how to keep a secret” Hoseok looked nervous again. Maybe he relaxed since more people were around, but now it was you and him. “I didn’t want to scare you. I truly liked you” his voice was soft but a little louder, maybe thanks to the alcohol.

“You wouldn’t. Even if you were old or shorter, I wouldn’t mind” you took his cup out of his hand, putting it down, held his hand and started to walk towards your room, “where are we going?” you could feel his hand shaking “to my room.”

You stared at him while sitting down on your bed. He looked so lost and clueless. It was so adorable. He took little steps and was about to sit down on the other side of your bed. “No. Stan where you were,” you smiled at him, pointing at the frame door. “close the door” he did just as you told.  “Unbutton your shirt but don’t take it off.” at first, Hoseok looked confused, but as soon he started to unbutton his shirt, he understood what was going on. “I knew you had abs,” he began to blush and look everywhere, but you “actually, take everything off but your boxers.” You looked carefully at his body. It was beautiful. His skin color was a little tan, and you could see some bruises, probably because of all the dancing he did while performing. His hands were shaking while taking off pieces of clothing. His hair was a little bit sweaty because of alcohol. His face was also a little greasy, and it honestly made him more attractive. 

“Hobi” he looked at you with a soft smile “Hobi?” you nodded, smiling at him “My new nickname for you. Come closer, Hobi” he liked the nickname. It made him feel cute. Your hand started to touch his skin, beginning from his arms to his belly “you are so beautiful, Seokie” he smiled “Am I?” he wasn’t asking to build his ego up, you noticed he was asking cause he doubted you and that made your heart feel small and sad.

“Why don’t you believe me?” you kneeled on your bed, getting on his height, you took his cheeks into your hands caressing them softly. “why would I lie to you?” before he could even think in a reason you kissed him, at first it was soft, letting him adjust to your lips. Then the kiss started to grow more and more urgent. 

“Take my clothes off” he nodded without letting go of your lips, even while you were talking he didn’t want to stop kissing you. In a matter of seconds, you both were laying down in your bed, you only wearing your panties and Hoseok his boxers. 

You took his hands, guiding him slowly into your underwear “I- I’ve never” you shushed him with another kiss, “let me teach you.” You layed on your back, opening your legs slightly “you just gotta be gentle at first, okay?” your hand guided him with the first movement, touching you close to your desired are but not there yet. 

The excitement started to grow on your body, feeling more and more anxious every time he wanted to take the lead, it was cute how he let a growl out when you didn’t let him do it alone.  “stop” your voice was husky, and he liked it “get on the middle of the bed.” He did whatever you asked him to, and it made you so excited. The guys you talked to never obeyed you, they liked to get “punished” but Hoseok was obedient. It probably was thanks to how inexperienced he was.

“This is a little bit like kissing” you left a last small kiss on his lips before getting on the bed. He licked his lips, knowing precisely what was going to happen. You looked for a comfortable position “if you need air or to stop just tap slightly on my legs and, no teeth for now” he nodded, you lowered yourself sitting on his face. A small moan escaped from your lips when his breath hit you. “put your hands on my hips” he didn’t even start to touch you yet. He was waiting for your indications. You took his hands with yours. Smiling at your reflection in the mirror in front of your bed.

“Start kissing my thighs.” You bited your lips as soon as his lips made contact with your skin. “You can get closer, Seokie.” after a little of foreplay, you felt the urge to start to feel his mouth deeper. “You-You can start to…” Your words stopped by the feeling of Hoseok’s tongue inside of you. He was as desperate as you, maybe even a little more. He started to move his tongue, giving you long strokes, slow and shy ones. It was almost as if he was testing how far he could go, yet he didn’t wait for your approval before he started to go deeper inside of you, playing carefully with your clit. He wasn’t giving it much attention. He preferred to taste every other placer of your private area.

“Fuck” breathy moans started to leave your lips, your hands left his long ago, now they were on his chest, caressing, scratching it and even pinching it depending on whatever Hoseok decided to do. “Move it in circles.” He grabbed your hips with a little bit more of pressure starting to do as you told. You could feel your orgasm beginning to grow the more he played with you. Your nails began to scratch him, making him moan under you, driving you crazier. Your hips started to move at his rhythm, looking for a release.

“Fuck, Seokie,” your hands grabbed his chest, looking for some balance while you started to feel your climax on his pretty face. He didn’t stop his movements until you got yourself off of him. You looked at him, smiling and then letting a little laugh out. He was licking his lips, but he still managed to look cute as fuck. “Am going to take a shower” he looked at you, confused. You knew he was expecting you to continue. That’s precisely why you wanted to make him wait a little more, play with him a little. “You can get comfortable in bed. I’ll be right back. I need to sleep early. Tomorrow I have to work” you left a little kiss on his lips before running to your bathroom, smiling at how confused Hoseok looked when you left the bedroom.

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Jung Hoseok x Y/N

Hoseok is an underground rapper well known in the industryindustrie. Thanks to that he can’t be very loud or public about his… Special kink…

One day while scrolling through twitter he finds out about “nsfw twitter” where Y/N and her 2 friends sell kinky stuff.

Y/N turns out to fulfill his deepest fantasies.

Genre: SocialMedia!AU, Smut, Angsty

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Though Alice ‘Y/N’ Liddell is overshadowed, and she doesn’t seem to think much of it, she yearns for a world which notices her- gives her a chance- a part of her wanting for a turn to be on the pedestal. But of course, nothing can change that-

Or can it?

One chance encounter with a boy with bunny ears and a strange hole, and she arrives at the world of Wonderland- a world of magic, mystery and madness.

What more when everyone seems determined to capture her heart?

Take care, Alice…

➠ Pairing: Seokjin × reader, Yoongi × reader, Hoseok × reader, Namjoon × reader, Jimin × reader, Taehyung × reader, Jungkook × reader, OT7 × reader

➠ Word Count:20.6k

➠ Genres: Fluff, angst, mystery, fantasy, isekai (going to another world), alice in wonderland!au

➠ Rating: PG-15

➠ Triggers Ahead: Hints of creepy/obsessive behaviour, kidnapping, reader’s manhandled, stolen kiss (?), violence and weapons, physical fights, suggestive dialogues, confusion, madness

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“Warning!In entering this game, be warned, dear player. You are an outside force, imposing your will on this world. You may have great power, but this power only comes once. Use it as you wish- whether you wish to control the story, or let it consume you. You may choose to leave the story, the world, without an end, or you may also stay, and search for the true end.

Here, it is your choice that matters. If you believe in this world, they will exist in your head. It will be up to you to direct the story however you want- because, in the end, if there was no Alice, then there would be no Wonderland. Wonderland comes into existence because of the person named Alice- and so this story will be if you choose to exist in it.”

♪Now Playing :‘House of Memories— Panic! At The Disco’♪

“Alice, dear, how is the tea?”

You find your attention focused on the cup before you, a thread of hesitation running through you at the sound of your older sister’s voice. Lorina seems as beautiful as ever, really. The sunlight luminates her features, giving her an ethereal glow. 

Fingers pin back the stray hair behind your ear, and you idly wonder how much you pale in comparison. Ah well. At least, in this moment, seated at the tea party, that your family is best known for… even if no one is there to witness it but you both, no fault can be found in your manners, an unachievable hunger for perfection having long been instilled in you.

After all, that is the expectations set on you as a daughter of the Liddell family. Or rather, not just from your family, but also from the noble society. Intelligent, beautiful, refined. To always be a lady in every way. 

Still, no matter how well you hold yourself, you muse as you take a sip of your tea, it’s not like it will ever matter. It’s quite simple if you think about it- when everyone’s eyes are already turned to someone else, there won’t be any left to glance your way.

Which is fine, really. No one might acknowledge your success, but your failures go unseen as well. To anyone else, those words might seem bitter or jealous, but you know yourself that you say it with relief. You do not ever want to be in Lorina’s position, where everybody pays attention to her every move.

You don’t, you think to yourself. You really don’t.

“… -ice? Dear? Alice?”

You snap back to attention at her voice. Gently setting down the cup in your hands, you finally address the elephant in the room with a deep breath, unable to bear it anymore.

“Lorina, dear sister-” you pause, trying to find the right way to say it without hurting her feelings. “I’ve missed you terribly,” you start. “To be able to see you again in person is a pleasure, but- I worry about your health, coming to see me when you must have pressing matters to attend to.”

Lorina’s face brightens in that moment, to your surprise. “Alice, dear, for an important matter such as this, I simply could not wait to tell you- other matters can wait,” she beams, clasping her hands together.

“An important matter…?” You echo, confused. You’d received no prior notices or any hints as to what your sister is talking about. Your brows furrow, a puzzled frown lacing your expression. At your reaction, she only seems to smile even more, excitement showing.

“Yes, you see- my engagement with Malchin has been approved by mother and father!”

Ah.

Malchin. Lorina’s suitor of four years. A name you hoped you wouldn’t hear for the rest of your life. You exhale discreetly, trying to keep up a pretense of happiness, if only for Lorina’s sake.

“Really?” You smile at her. “Congratulations, Lorina!”

She giggles, and in the setting of the golden afternoon sun, Lorina glows. Happiness suits your sister, or rather, it always has. “There was nothing more that we wanted than to bring you the news in person. As my sister, you know how much he cares for you! He was just as excited to tell you this as I was- oh, we came straight here without notice… I’m sorry, Alice dear,” she suddenly murmurs, brows furrowing. You can’t help but frown as you hear her words, especially at the mention of him.  

Even so, Lorina’s guilty face prompts you to answer her, so you keep the smile plastered on your face. “It’s alright. Why would I ever refuse a visit from my beloved older sister? … and from my ever so wonderful future brother-in-law,” you add hastily, in case she notices.

“What a relief then, for there’s nothing more I’ve wanted since our last meeting, than to see you again,” another voice joins the conversation- and your grip on the cup tightens, the necklace around your neck sitting colder than ever before.

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. 

Soft, caramel eyes that twinkle, a chiselled face, white-blond locks and sharp yet features that soften as he smiles, a being you’d only be able to picture in the novels you read, Malchin, the subject of your conversation, joins your tea party. 

Foreign, a history shrouded in mystery, and yet impossibly skilled with diplomacy, Malchin is the picture perfect fiance for a daughter of your house. Yet even so, you find him to be someone you want nothing to do with. If you were to speak honestly, his words were seeping poison and his presence a headache.

Sometimes, you ponder over what made Lorina like him so much- but in the end, you aren’t in a position to do anything about it. After all, that has long been a tradition of your house. A Liddell journeys on her own to choose a suitor of her liking. 

And Lorina, for some reason you will never understand, has chosen Malchin.

Looking up, you see his lips set in a smile as he faces you. And as always- the moment that your eyes meet, Malchin pauses, before his eyes turn too piercing, a trace of unexplained deep fondness becoming visible. Of course, he’s always been rather…affectionate towards you, and even if you found it uncomfortable in the past, nothing comes close to the tension you can feel it building up to right now.

You immediately avert your gaze when his lingers for too long to be considered appropriate, heart beating fast. Taking your cue as what it is, he starts walking- to Lorina, you hope, not wanting to be near him in any way. 

When he’s about to pass by you, you tense, your focus entirely on your plate, there’s nowhere else you’d rather look-

You shudder as you feel the brush of his hand tuck away a loose strand of your hair, before his voice resounds. 

“You look stunning, as always, dear Alice,” his voice is near shy of a purr, and you wrack your brains for a suitable response, your hackles raised. His next sentence comes out lower, and if you were sitting anywhere else, you might not have heard it. As it is, you have the front seat for his theatrical acts. 

“Any man, if he were to see you, would fall in love immediately.”

“T-Thank you for the compliment,” your words come out stilted, and you almost stutter. What he means by it, you don’t want to contemplate too deeply into it. You should look at him as you respond, but- no. “A roundabout way to tell of how Lorina’s beauty captivated you deeply?” You redirect his words to your sister immediately with a false giggle. “After all, I’ve been told I am the picture perfect copy of Lorina. Really… you are as charming as always, Malchin.”

Guessing by his expression, he’s caught off-guard, if only for a second. Lorina’s shy giggle rings in your ears. His pupils dilate before he bursts into a sweet smile too, one that could never make someone paint him as the demon he is under that mask of his. 

“Of course Lorina is very beautiful, and so are you, dear Alice,” he chuckles, laugh airy and soft and oh-so-toxic it makes you want to run, red sirens going off in your head. “If a man sees two flowers growing ever so beautifully, is it not his duty to state what they are? And if he likes one so much, enough to want it for himself…”

The feel of a hand subtly gliding through your hair makes you squirm- just a little, you’ve been trained not to show discomfort- and you keep the tight smile on your face, though it strains the longer he stays near you.

It seems mercy has finally come upon you though, as Malchin finally strides over to Lorina, slowly as if he seems reluctant, seating himself beside her- though not without fleeting overly fond looks your way as well. You try not to meet his gaze as often as you can, though you can’t imagine just how or why Lorina can stand this. She can see it, can’t she? It’s frustrating, truly frustrating and as Lorina chimes happily with a, “Alice, dear, more snacks?”-

You find yourself looking at her and trying to ignore the person on the side. It doesn’t help that the table is small, just enough to fit two people, and Malchin’s addition has made it incredibly crowded as he sits beside you. When his knees brush over yours- you almost jump. Your mind tells you to escape, but how?

Not even three minutes and all you want to do is leave.

You send a soft smile (or what you hope is one) to her, thinking over the words in your head, unwilling to stay a moment longer-

“Lorina, love-” the brief, fleeting glance your way snaps you out of your trance when ‘love’ rings in your ears, fortunately just in time to hear the next words being spoken, “-we seem to be running out of snacks, shall I call for the maid-?”

“Oh no,” you instantly cut in with an apologetic smile that you hope is believable. “I had the maids leave the garden for today, to give us privacy,” you sigh, looking at Lorina under your lashes as if to imitate the sorry but well-meaning child. Before Malchin or Lorina can speak further, you continue forward. 

“Never worry though! Calling for a maid in the mansion is not too much- and besides, I believe you two have some words to speak to each other that I should not be hearing,” you giggle, playing the part of a mischievous, adoring younger sister this time. You see Lorina blush, and Malchin looks at you with amusement. The way his lips tilt in fondness and want, behind the facade makes you all the more relieved you are leaving.

“If it’s not too much,” he softly repeats, a cup raised to his lips, before you see something dart out- and you look away before you have to see more than his tongue pressed over his lips.

You quickly flee away.

If there is anything that gives you comfort right now, it’s the sight of familiar bushes, of familiar roses and hedges that make up the maze in the garden you are in. It’s no secret that the Liddells- your family- are people who indulge in beauty and luxury; the gardens that encircle the lands your family owns only attests to that.

Another thing that reminds you awfully a lot of your high status in society other than the large gardens and your last name is the chain of silver hanging down your neck. It comes down to a tear-shaped red tourmaline, and you faintly remember sitting under a certain tree, thinking of how it looks to be a real tear made of blood. Or perhaps a raindrop, you think idly. All that you know is that it’s a very special heirloom. Sometimes, it still baffles you- why your esteemed mother and father would give it to you, rather than Lorina. After all, it’s apparent that she’s the better child in their eyes.

Still, talking of gardens, this one in particular has been, and always will be, your favorite.

When you round a corner, you smile softly as you reach your destination- the clearing that lies in the very center of the maze. Inside, you see the huge tree that has been a familiar face since you were but a child, the croquet holes that are scattered around, the grass that tickles your legs as you pull up your skirt- the feel of the breeze…

… the… body lying down near the… tree…?

You pause in your steps, confused. Is that a new servant of the manor? It’s the only possible explanation for the unknown person to be sleeping in the garden that you’ve explicitly told them not to sully. You try to keep your temper in check as you stride over to the- boy? No, man- in quick steps, disregarding the danger-

You stop, for the second time, in surprise.

Having crossed the distance between him and you, the image of this sleeping man is now much clearer. Details previously blurred are now all too easy to see. What you thought was a mismatched uniform seems to be something else entirely, his whole outfit something you’ve never seen before. A red coat with an off-white shirt, paired with his white pants makes for an overly bright attire, though the black bow with white speckles does make it more coherent.

But as you look up, you retract all your other thoughts.

It’s the pair of bunny-like ears on his head, huge and brown and floppy that are mismatched with everything you know. How- why? What?

If that’s not enough, as the man shifts in his sleep, the ears twitch, and you let out a small gasp, your curiosity taking over the fear that should have been your first response. Instead of wanting to run away- you find yourself intrigued. Who exactly, or rather- what exactly is this man and why is he sleeping in your garden?

If you’d known what would happen later on, you would have scolded yourself, curiosity be damned. It has always been your one crippling weakness since when you were a child.

But in this moment you crouch, coming closer, tempted to touch his ears and see if they’re real. The man murmurs something in his sleep though, and you find your gaze attracted to his face instead- and you fall even more silent, if that’s possible.

Beautiful.

Where his ears drew your attention before, his face certainly seems to take your breath away just as much. You’ve never seen someone as handsome as him- how do you describe the angel in front of you? Long lashes, the cutest nose, soft pink lips. Now you’re more than sure he isn’t someone from the staff- how could someone with his face work as a mere servant? 

Peering down to his wrist, you see a purple gem, a garnet, you realize thanks to the academy’s constant pressure on noble women knowing their gemstones, shining under the glass of the wristwatch, even in the shade of the tree. It’s pretty, very pretty, you think with a soft smile. Befitting his awfully formal attire.

The ears twitch again and you turn to watch with fascination as his nose in turn twitches at the same time. Then his ears flop over, and into your hand-

You bite back the squeal building in your throat at how utterly soft his fur is. Unable to help yourself, you let your hands run over his ears. They’re addicting to touch, and it’s only when you hear the man below you make a sound that you halt to a stop, embarrassment coloring your cheeks red.

What in the hell have you been doing?

Observing someone sleeping without their consent- what more to touch them so casually-?

In a single moment yet again, you seem to have renounced everything you learned back at the academy. The mere thought of it makes you shudder and you hastily move to put distance between the two of you, but-

The hand that grabs your wrist in turn makes you squeak in shock.

“… Who…?”

Huge, doe-like eyes that fittingly make him more handsome stare at you and you find yourself unable to say a word, your heart unable to do anything but beat fast as you find yourself in close quarters with quite one of the strangest strangers you’ve encountered yet.

“A… Alice…?”

Then he immediately grins, and you’re broken out of your trance.

“Oh, I knew you’d come!” He beams at you- even his teeth resemble that of bunnies, you dazedly think- before shuffling closer until your noses are only a breath apart. “I only had to wait, and you’d come back one day. I knew you would. I knewit.”

“Let’s go home!”

“I-I beg your pa-!?” Your words are cut off as he suddenly, effortlessly tugs you close, and in a single move, sweeps you off of your feet. With your body cradled in his arms, your feet left dangling in the air, your head tucked to his chest and his arms tightly holding you, you aren’t given even the slightest bit of leeway to break free.

More than that, all the words in your throat die down as you’re suddenly brought close close close, so close to this (infuriatingly) handsome stranger’s face, such that you can clearly see the mischief in his gaze as he looks at you. There’s a touch of glee in there too, but more than that- ecstasy? Hope? Relief? The myriad of emotions he displays on his face confuses you, but then you stop that line of thinking when you feel him start to move.

“Let me down!” You hiss at him, trying- and failing- to move in any way.

“Why would I?” He asks, an innocently curious note in his voice. The rabbit ears that you’d earlier wondered if true proudly flop in the air, folding over and sometimes standing tall. Just like a real rabbit, you can’t help but notice, before his words sink in and you scowl.

“What do you mean, ’why would I’- for one, you’re basically manhandling me, and another, I’m not whoever you think I am! For both of our sakes, let go of me already, you-!” You squeal when you suddenly notice the hole that has- how, how!? You’d remember if there was a hole like that in your garden, let alone beside the tree’s roots!- appeared, huge and gaping. That’s not what makes your heart drop in fright though-

It’s the fact that it’s pitch black, even under the bright sunlight. It’s as if there’s a wall of some sort that prevents light from passing through, making you want to curl up in fear.

“… I guess you don’t remember, but that’s alright. It’s the rules, after all. When we return, you’ll surely remember me then, won’t you, dear Alice?”

And before you can ask him what that means, or even to ask him where he’s taking you- 

-he jumps, and your scream is swallowed by the air as both of you fall down the hole.

♪Now Playing : ‘BST Orchestral Cover (Reimagined Ver.) — MDP’ ♪

Dark.

Cold.

Silent.

You don’t know how long you’ve been falling, though internally you’ve counted at least two minutes, it feels as though an hour has passed instead. The only thing that keeps you grounded is the sensation of arms holding you close. Not even your voice echoes out. 

In this space, you feel as though you’re weightless, in a void, enough to daze you that-

‘Let’s play a game, Alice!’

You see a flash of blue, of red, of different colors and there is innocent joy in the laughter that follows. Still, it flutters out of your reach like a butterfly…

- your heart aches. The sudden, sharp pain that makes itself known in your chest makes you gasp silently, scrambling for air as your lungs burn-

-and when you open your eyes again, all you can see is blue.

Blue, reaching as far as your eyes can see, white clouds that hang lazily in the air, the sun hidden behind them… the wind, suddenly loud and screeching in your ears. When you speak, you can barely hear yourself, but having experienced the void, this feels like a blessinginstead.

“What happened!?”

You didn’t mean that question for anyone, if anything it is just the expected reaction for someone who fell into the ground, only to realize they’d somehow gotten from under the ground to above the sky.

Still, your insane captor answers your question. “We’re back in Wonderland!”

Wonderland. Immediately do you feel your heart pound hard and fast, the emotions from before making itself known yet again. An hour ago, you never would have heard about it before in your life, so- why, why was it so…

… familiar?

More than that though, as the blue of the sky makes way for a startling amount of green, you’re reminded of your situation at hand.

“We’re still falling!?” You scream, tugging him closer, the pounding in your heart being replaced by fear, sharp and cold. “We’re going to die at this rate!”

The smell of something surprisingly manly, with a mix of flowers makes itself known, and his voice rings in your ears. “Don’t worry! I won’t ever let you get hurt,” he reassures you, hands cradling you even closer, tucking you into his arms enough that your head is now pressed under his head, your nose brushing against his neck. 

The sudden proximity shocks you into silence, and you still. Thinking about it clearly though, as insane and fast-paced as the past few minutes have been, clearly- clearly he would be familiar with this, right? And it’s not as if you know how to make it safely to the ground either.

With that in mind, you gulp, deciding to trust your kidnapper, as infuriating and stupid as it may sound.

Seconds after you think that- you almost let out a gasp as you feel a soft sort of force envelop you both, visibly slowing down your descent- and when you finally open your eyes, you really do let out a gasp.

Below you both is what seems to be a gigantic tower of some sort, the balcony only a few meters away. 

“What is that…?” The question falls from your mouth without you even thinking about it, dazed as you are. Yet again your kidnapper happily replies.

“It’s the clock tower- we’re almost there! Just a little bit more, okay, Alice?” 

You gulp nervously. Still, it’s obvious to you that if you want to get away, or do anything- you have to reach the ground first, so you remain compliant in his hold until the two of you drop to the balcony.

The second that you hear his feet touch the floor- with a swift kick to his waist, you finally release yourself, although you squeak when instead of cringing in and holding his waist, he holds on to your arm instead and pulls you close, and-

“!?”

-he kisses you. 

You freeze.

Soft, warm- and you heart suddenly feels like it could collapse in and of itself, red flooding your face and your movements halted. You can’t even find the words, your eyes wide with shock while his eyes are closed.

And then they flutter open, a flash of something wet across your lips and- you’ve had enough.

If before you held back a little somehow, right now, there’s nothing more you really would like than to just dropkick him off the tower- and with that feeling driving you, you punch him, straight in the gut.

Creep lets out a choked sound, immediately falling to his knees and you grin, but you forget the tight hold he’s kept on your arm, and-

-he pulls you straight down on him, making you hiss as you make contact with what has to be solid muscles, what the-

“-don’t just-!”

“-brat, don’t you know the meaning of eldest first-!”

“-so you’re admitting you’re an old… man..?”

And for what seems to be the nth time of today, you’re given yet another surprise.

This time, in the form of several men bursting through the previously unnoticed door to the tower. At first you notice a man with grey hair and spectacles, but then just as immediately as you see him, he’s pushed to the side by two more men. Both of which are not only fighting, but upon seeing you, immediately fall silent with a shocked gaze. 

Still, you’re just as confused… as…

You follow their line of gaze down, down, down, to meet with…

… the eyes of Crazy, who’s- who’s flushedred, eyes wide and a dazed sort of smile on his face, frame trembling and you give up, you really give up, what the hell is going on-

“Jungkook, you little shit!”

All proverbial hell breaks loose as you suddenly find yourself gently but still firmly pulled away, the sudden movement making you dizzy. In the span of two seconds, you find yourself some distance away from Mad, and instead with-

Your eyes widen as you notice the similar looking bunny ears that seemed in fact longer than Crazy’s.

“Are you alright?” If the man before you notices your sudden bewilderment, he doesn’t say anything. He looks at you with worry, lips raised into a heart-shaped pout as he pats you on the head.

“I…” What are you even supposed to say to that question? In the span of what has to be half an hour, you’ve been kidnapped and then thrust into what seems to be another world entirely. Only the fact that panicking would not help is keeping you from bursting into tears. You swallow, coming back to reality when you notice how all too close he is to you. Hastily taking a step back, you smile at him, albeit shakily. “I’m alright, thank you.”

He beams at you, and you’re abruptly reminded of sunshine.

Or maybe it’s his clothes.

Clad in what has to be the strangest fashion you’ve ever seen- nothing is color-coordinated, it looks like the most wonky, tacky thing you have seen in awhile. His rainbow-colored tie clashes badly with the neon green jacket he’s wearing, while his pants- you can’t even figure out if they are jeans or trousers, stripes covering them. The strangest thing yet might be that he actually pulls it off quite well.

One of his large ears is home to a ring sitting on the tip of it, adorning a bright green emerald in the shape of a simple rectangle. It’s beautiful, you find yourself thinking. Very mismatched with his outfit (apart from the jacket), but still… gorgeous.

Oblivious to your inner confusion (and how you’re practically drooling over the gem when it’s not your place to do so), he gives you another smile. “That’s good, I was worried Jungkook did something to you,” he earnestly tells you.

“Technically, he did already steal a kiss,” another one murmurs. You glance over, once again being overwhelmed by how handsome the person speaking is. With hair that seems as though it was spun from silver, the uniform that he wears complements his appearance well, a sword sitting sheathed, ready to strike at any moment. “Though it seems Alice herself doesn’t seem to mind?”

Your eyes settle on the cyan stone- apatite, you dazedly think- fixed in place on the handle of the sword, gleaming and reflecting the sun’s rays. It’s hypnotizing and draws you in, and you would’ve dared to touch it if not for the unwanted attention on each and every single movement of yours.

Your smile stiffens as you register his words moments later into the curious silence. “I don’t believe that can be considered as a kiss, at least on my end,” you reply, your hands clenched around your dress. “It would have to be consensual first.”

“PerhapsI will be the one to first claim a kiss from our Alice then,” you squeak as you suddenly heard a new voice come from beside you- and when you spin around, taking a step backward, you’re met with the face of one of the men from before- boxy grin in place as he unabashedly stares at you with mischief in his eyes. You aren’t quite sure what to say then, speechless from everything that was going on. Too much, too fast.

“Speechless?” He murmurs, his grin turning into a smirk. “Well, I’m not surprised. I do have that effect on people, don’t I?”

“I know you’re confused right now, Alice, but- it’s not that hard to understand. Trust me- we’ll explain everything to you very soon!” Mr Bunny Ears Part 2 says brightly, before frowning as he looks behind you. “Well… as soon as they’re finished.”

It’s only then that you remember the previous events. Turning around, you aren’t quite sure what you were expecting to see. If the men from before were any indication, then the remaining two men would be a sight to see as well.

Still, it doesn’t fail to take your breath away.

A formal outfit, chain of gold with a clock at the end placed neatly on the tuxedo he wore. His hair lightly falls over his face in a side bang, though you can make out his eyes very clearly, with a pair of glasses putting everything together. Smart, is the first thing that came to your mind. Like the sort of person who’d worry over others excessively, you add.

“I mean- you shouldn’t have just kissed her like that.”

“Yeah! What about the ‘everyone gets a chance’ part?” Beside him, the last member of the group finally comes into clear view, huffing the question with a frown.

All that comes into your mind is that he looks like… a king.

The red, fluttering cape behind him, the crown inlaid with gems, the sceptre he currently wields; everything pointed out to a single conclusion. The gem that stands out the most, however, is the red ruby in the middle, charmingly dazzling and basking in the attention of the nature around it. It flickers as you land your eyes on it, finely cut to add to its extravagant flare.

Still, when his words sink into your head, you can’t help wondering if he’s truly a king, or merely wearing clothes like one.

“How are we supposed to lure her in if you hit on her when we aren’t even there? That’s not fair.”

Insane scrunches up his nose, pouting. “It isn’t my fault you’re so slow and old!”

“What did you just say?”

“I said you’re old. Suck it up!”

You bite back the laughter in your throat as you let them settle their argument. You aren’t deficient in the head to intervene without a thought, the situation does not quite require one nor are you comfortable enough to do such a thing.

After all, no matter how friendly these men seem, it is an irrefutable fact that you are in unknown lands. Being excited and careless is the least that you feel you should be. With that, you use the time they argue to observe them instead.

Even if what you’ve been learning so far about them hurts your head instead.

It is only then that Mr Wise seems to remember the situation at hand. Quickly glancing at you, he tries to placate the other two. “Guys, she’s still here-”

“Shut up, Namjoon! I’m being insulted and all you care about is-”

It’s then that his eyes seem to meet you once more, as he stops and stares. “Oh.”

You smile though you feel quite awkward inside, one of the many things you’re experienced in.

In this moment, all attention falls back onto you, and while you’re thankful for the brief opportunity to truly talk and figure out the matter at hand, there’s a certain type of disquiet inside you at having strange, gorgeous men stare at you.

King (you really should learn their names, a part of you murmurs) gives you a faint smirk. “Alice,” he smoothly says your name and- really, that’s another matter that has you on edge. How do these people know your name?

You grip your dress tightly, willing yourself not to show weakness. Curtsying to him, of course- what else are you supposed to do- you open your mouth to introduce yourself, but then-

“I see you know your manners,” he cuts you off, looking quite… pleased? You’re unsure of how to take the tone in his voice. Is he trying to be formal and give you a command, or trying to make you feel at home with the compliment? It isn’t even a compliment, really. The last thing some random strangers as the ones you have stumbled upon would do was make sure you’re comfortable.

…Which you’re not. But they don’t seem to care.

“Unlike some other people,” the last part is added by King in a bitter manner, as he scowls at Insane with a side glance. You are quick to take your mind off of that detail. “Whatever the King orders, you oblige, correct?”

“I- yes, your majesty…?” Your reply is more of a question than an answer, but it seems as if the quick reaction to his words actually made him even more pleased, guessing by the ever-growing smirk of amusement on his face. Should you be scared…?

“Tell me honestly.“ He charges forward as he says, brushing a strand of your hair. You hold your breath, heart palpitations sounding louder in your ears with each beat. The others, unfazed, simply watch.

“Who do you like best from us?”

If not for his steel-cold gaze holding you down, you’d run, run faster than you have ever before. But you’re stuck, frozen, and it’’s not only because of the question he asks, but the way his fingers softly slip through your hair. 

Truth be told, you like none of them.

Crazy, is… well, exactly that, completely unhinged and a psychopath. He dared to steal a kiss from your lips- and you had only met him for less than an hour!

And as for the others? Mr Bunny Ears Part 2 is interesting, that was true, a little questionable with his attire but friendly. Perhaps a little toofriendly.

Boxy Grin gently hinted at the same thing Crazy had done. King, the one standing before you rightnow, well… You bite down on your bottom lip. Yeah, he definitely isn’t your favourite. The rest- a minute of meeting did not an accurate analysis makel, so it isn’t as if you can say anything about them.

Really, it’s ridiculous that you’re even thinking for an answer, when you know there’s none.

“Well, obviously, she likes me more. She just isn’t saying it because someone is glaring daggers at her,” Boxy Grin says, rolling his eyes.

“Ohplease, be a little humble, will you?” King frowns. You don’t say anything- what is there to say? You don’t like any one of them… however, of you bring that up, murder did not seem to be far off the list of their reactions. Your current goal, as simple as it may seem at the moment, is to survive, and then hopefully head home.

“Jungkook, tell Taehyung to be humble. He simply can’t understand me, not that I would expect a plebian to do so.”

Crazy is starting to blush even more, you notice, turning red when you look at him with a grimacing look on your face. “W-Well, I-”

“You’re all really stupid, aren’t you?” Mr Bunny Ears Part 2 starts, “The only reason Alice hasn’t spoken yet is because she likes me best.” You would want to tell him ‘no’ firmly, but… He continues before you can say anything at all. “Seokjin, you’re glaring at her again.”

“It isn’t glaring if you do it to encourage someone!”

“What does that even mean-”

“Breaking news! The King of hearts is actually begging someone for the first time in history.” The silver-haired man, presumably a knight from the outfit, speaks.

"As his right-hand man, shouldn’t you be more supportive of him trying to be humble?”

“Spreading news of our great King becoming more humble is a way to support him, Namjoon,” he crosses his arms. “I always endeavor to spread tales of his greatness whenever I can.”

“Oh, for my flamingos’ sake, I am not trying to beg her!”

“Who even cares about your flamingos?”

“Youhaveflamingos!?”

“Should I sit down? This seems like it’s going to take a while, isn’t it?”

“Rather than sit down, I can already see this devolving into a fight-”

“Oh, I’ll definitely give you a fight alright, how-”

You startle as you see one of them pull out a- is that a gun!? How is it that a simple argument somehow devolves into a gunfight!?

“-howdare you people obstruct the king!? Why, if you’re looking for death, then I’m not opposed-”

Not to mention how the others seem to be getting just as agitated, the bright flashes of swords and the glints of metal from guns attracting your gaze. You look around- is no one going to stop it-?

“You’re the one being an obstruction!”

The resounding dark looks, yells, and the jerky movements all tell you otherwise, and you debate on leaving while they’re preoccupied. You’re not about to stay in a what seems to be soon a warzone-

“-All of you, stand down!”

With that, everyone turns quiet. The voice that last spoke seems to ring through the suddenly quiet air, as everyone turns to him.

Mr. Smart Guy looks at them with what you could only describe as burningrage, towering over the rest in the midst of the fit of anger. He’s the tallest, you realize, with how easily he’s able to intimidate everyone in the room. Even you are taken aback by the sudden stern voice of his, cold and unnerving.

“I will not tolerate any fights in this place. I assume you all know that by now?” Hastily as they should, the six other men nod to his words. Not all are willing, most are more than reluctant. "Yet it seems I deal with toddlers instead of adult men, who seem to forget the rules of this tower everytime.”

“This tower is a neutral area, and therefore it is not a place for you to hold your violence-happy, warmongering, amnesiac idiotic selves, and for clock’s sake-”

He sighs, loud and irritated, and you spot one of the men hastily putting away a weapon.

“… At this point, nothing will get done until the next cycle. Well then, if you can’t behave yourselves to be better than at least children, then I suppose it is partly my fault for believing you could do so. … I will correct that now,” he nods. The men look at him, confused, before Glasses guy points to the door behind him.

“Leave.”

You keep mum in the silence that follows.

“… Well then, what are you waiting for?” He raises a brow, a frown on his face as he meets his eyes with everyone.

“But Alice-”

“Go,” he repeats firmly. “I will take it from here, since you people seem to be too inept to do so. Just wait for Alice in your territories.”

His lips curl. “That is, if she picks you.”

“This is breaking the rules, Namjoon,” King grumbles. Beside him, Crazy nods frantically. 

“We’re supposed to tell her about Wonderland together!”

“And have you guys actually done anything in regards to that?” He asks skeptically, before shaking his head. “I believe I already told you. I will not budge on this issue- leave. If there are consequences to deal with for breaking this rule, then I will gladly bear it, if it means having you people out of my tower,” he scoffs. “I will call you when we can start the official introductions, and I hope you will be ready by then to act as the role holders that you are.”

With that, the group seemingly deflates as one, though they finally start to leave.

King shoots you a last look before he turns away swiftly, the sunlight making his crown shine above anything else, its looming shadow falling over your small figure.

“I am leaving. Come to my castle when you have the least bit of respect for me and my flamingos.” He huffs, theatrically, might you add, taking a sharp turn from you to the door they had entered from.

“All hail the King of hearts!” Exclaiming so, the Knight leaves rather slowly than you’d expect for the energy in his voice, trailing after the King himself. You can see his figure sigh a little before the door closes behind him.

“Well you know what that means,” Boxy Grin says, a little while after the doors close. “I’m having a tea party tonight to the King of hearts becoming more humble and begging Alice.” Saying so, he takes off his awfully-decorated top hat to reveal a teapot and two cups. “Hoseok, dear, have some tea,” it’s a broken british accent that he speaks in. You have the desire to cover your ears in case he goes too high and potentially breaks his voice-

But he doesn’t.

Instead, Mr Bunny Ears Part 2, Hoseok, you catch his name, takes the offered teacup and begins walking towards the door. “You’re all invited!” And with that, andBoxyGrinchasingafterhim, they leave too.

You let out a sigh as soon as they left. “H-Hi,” oh no. Oh goodness, why? Why can’t they leave you alone for a single second?

It’s Crazy. 

“Sorry for… all of that,” he’s still tomato red, but you refrain from paying that too much attention. “They are a little crazy.” Andsoareyou, you want to say. Clearing his throat, he sighs, albeit shakily, “Well! I should, uhm, leave now that the King of hearts is gone. They’ll be expecting me,” it takes him all of his courage to walk away- but not before giving one last sad glance, as though he’s a puppy being forced to part with its owner and why did your thoughts even go that way?

You sigh, and upon making eye contact with him, you glare back like there’s no tomorrow.

It’s quiet now. There may still be two strangers remaining that are looking at you weirdly, perhaps even whispering things to each other, but at least it’s a bit more calm now. 

You can hear steps coming towards you, but you only look up when you hear a familiar voice call your name.

“Alice,” it’s the one man that you had thought looked smart- though you did not get his name. “It was a pleasure meeting you. I hope they did not scare you too much. Please find me as soon as you’ve taken everything in. And please feel comfortable, this land is now your home too.” And with that, he gives you a little smile, scrunches his nose and fixes his glasses, then leaves.

You blink at the last man standing- he has cat ears? How did you not notice before? If you remember correctly, he came with the rest of the men but hadn’t said anything, right?

You expect him to say something, anything, but he just takes a step, and another, and then another, until-

A click and thud of a door. He’s gone, just like the rest of them. 

You feel a sigh rip its way out of you.

You slide down, down, down until you’re practically sitting on the ground, for once, uncaring if your dress is dirtied. In this situation though, you find that you can’t care much, if at all.

For a few moments, you find yourself struggling to realize just what, exactly, should you feel. Even when you think back on it, everything feels like a blur, too fast, too intense for you to process.

What- and pardon yourself here- the ever living fuck has just happened? 

You’ve been having these thoughts earlier, but now they seem to continuously repeat in your mind. Did that really happen? Haveyouactuallygoneintoanotherworld? 

You don’t want to believe it. Who would? Here you are, without friends or family, surrounded by unknown people, in an unknown land. How are you going to get home? How are you going to survive?

… What more, the strange, focused attention the men earlier held for you. You have no idea what happened then, nor how they knew your real name. It’s a huge problem- especially when you remember that Crazy stoleakiss from you, and the others don’t seem to be far off from doing the same thing, given the incentive.

Looking down to peer at the treasured heirloom, you find it’s red color brightening into a pink, shining and dimming consistently, almost as if there is a light inside of it. It scares you, it really does, becauseitlooksasifthetear’sglistening, but that next to everything else and the fact that it has never done this before your entire life, only when you stumble into a strange world…

Just then, a strong gust of wind blows by, and with it, you feel the urge to burst into tears.

What the hell are you going to do now?

Your body trembles, you’re lost and you’re scared-

It’s okay. It’s okay, it’s okay, you’re going to be okay, right? You are. You’re going to survive, you’ll get out of this somehow, you will.

Because.

You’ve survived until now. You survived the mansion, their stares, your mother, the school-

You made it through. You tell that to yourself repeatedly. Youmadeitthrough. 

Right.

Right.

Exhaling gently, you forcibly push all lingering feelings of panic and despair down, deeper down. You can’t break down now. You have to find a way to get through this. 

Going home is your priority, has to be your priority. There lies everything you’ve worked for and understood in your life, but you have to face reality- perhaps you can’t go home right at this moment.

So.

First of all. You need information. Merely staying where you are is no good, either. Your options, you gather, are to-

      A. Go with King, and the silver-haired guy. You guess that they reside in the huge, red castle south of where you seem to be.

      B. Go with Boxy Grin and Mr. Bunny Ears Part 2, who, after minutes of squinting, you haphazardly guess to live in the huge mansion a little ways off the red castle. You say so because of the huge garden connected to it, where there’s a white table with what you assume to be decorations and food on it.

     C. Go with Smart guy, he hasn’t gone far yet, you hope.

     D. Go into the town, and brave your luck to find a house willing to house you.

However, each option has its pros and cons.

Option A. You… are highly uncomfortable with King, although Silver haired guy seems okay if not a bit weird. Although they would probably easily let you stay, you aren’t eager to find out what happens when the King decides to pursue his delusions of you liking him. Silver haired guy might help him too since he’s a subordinate.

So. Very low chances for that.

Option B. Seems to be slightly better than Option A. However, considering Boxy Grin casually assumed you liked him, and… Hoseok? The thought that his name seems slightly familiar flashes in your mind, but you will it away. For now, you don’t feel okay calling them by their names (truthfully it doesn’t seem to suit them as much as their nicknames [that you gave to them] do, so…) Bunny Guy Part 2 did the same, you aren’t sure you want to go there either. Even if the thought of tea parties reminds you of home.

Option C. The one most promising so far. Everyone so far seems to be… not quite right, so to say. But Glasses guy seemed to be the best and most normal one yet, if just as exasperated as you. He’s just as unknown as the others, that’s for sure, but you can reason with him better than you can with the others, and that makes him the best candidate so far.

Option D. Under Option C it seems. Blindly trusting people is just another way to say ‘please trick me and use me!’, and you are not that desperate to risk that. Perhaps if you really had no other choice. You don’t know the current state of the town, and you could find out later if needed.

Still, now that you’ve reviewed your options, it seems that Option C is the best one so far-

And with that in mind, you resolve yourself. 

You arrived- no, you got abducted into another world. Fine. Alright. You’d live. You then got left behind bytheverysamepersonwhoabductedyou, but fine! That is fine too. More than peachy. You’ll find a way to survive and get back home.

And the first step is to find Mr. Smart Guy.

It’s the faint sound of movement that finally draws your attention, alerting you to the possibility that there’s someone in the room nearby. What feels like half an hour of wandering around, and you’ve managed to tour around a bit of (what you now know) to be a tower. Built in a square structure, with what seems to be an endless amount of stairs connecting each floor, the tower has quite the number of floors. You aren’t sure, but between guessing how tall each floor is and the distance to the ground, you guess it to be around twelve, maybe fourteen flours, including the balcony from before. It’s amazing, it truly is, but-

The fact that it took you six floors before finding the first hint of life beyond dusty rooms, not as much.

You stop by the door, listening for any warning sounds inside. 

But you don’t hear anything- except for the sound of things being opened and closed, presumably side tables. Was this someone’s bedroom? Pushing the door ajar just a little, you peep through.

Ah. Finally.

He’s still wearing those glasses, hidden behind a stack of papers. To his right is a bookshelf, to his left, a few drawers. Not a bedroom, you think, more like an office of a sort. You frown a little, trying to make out the expression on his face, but open the door a little more, and you might make an unwanted creak and give up your location. Or the fact that you were staring at him in a rather creepy position.

So you’ve found Mr. Smart Guy.

Yet, still, you stand there, frozen and unwilling to move. You shouldn’t be scared of him though. He doesn’t seem intimidating at all, so why can’t you just approach him? You bite down on your bottom lip, before letting out a heavy sigh.

Remember your main objectives.

Clearing your throat, you make your presence known to Mr. Smart Guy as you open the door and enter the comfortable-looking office. 

“I- I’m sorry to disturb, but, good afternoon.” Your voice comes out as a whisper, though you hope he hears it in the silence of the room. Looking up towards you, you see relief color his face.

“I wondered when you would come,” he smiles, though his hands still hold the clock gears, he gestures to one of the chairs nearby, “It’s alright, please, sit down.”

You follow his words with barely any hesitance, though you remain cautious. Still, it’s a relief to think that maybe you’ll finally get a clue on what seems to be going on. The man coughs once seemingly thinking over his words, before he starts.

“I’m certain you’re feeling confused right now, so if you have any questions, please.”

Thank god. You take in a deep breath and ask not the first question that’s been driving you crazy, but the one that you need the answer to the most. “Do you know how I might get home? And if not that, then at least, an idea of where I might stay? I… the discussion earlier left me at a loss, since everyone immediately came and left without answering a single question of mine.” You look down, biting your lip in distress. When you speak again, your voice is a few sizes quieter. “And perhaps… why did they seem so fixated on asking who I liked best…?”

The expression on his face falters to a more solemn, stiff one at your words. He fumbles with his pen, the frown widening by the second. For a moment, he seems to think over his words- before he answers you.

“Hm, I suppose you’re right. It must have been terribly confusing earlier, to be caught up in the antics of the toddlers. … I’m afraid I can’t answer all your questions right now, since doing so for some of them goes against the rules of this land.” And he blinks at you, lost in thought. “However, you’ll find a place to stay by tonight, you need not worry.”

“And as for your earlier question…”

He runs his hand through his hair, brows furrowed, before he resumes speaking.

“This world is named Wonderland- a parallel world to your own- which people here call the real world. All those who inhabit this place are bound by rules, and as Alice, if you desire to go home, then it is in your best interest to complete the game.”

You blankly stare back at him. Not even several sentences in, and you’re already feeling blindsided.  “The game…?”

He smiles wryly. “… I’m afraid to say that that question will have to be asked at a later time. For now, what’s important is for you to pick a territory that you might be comfortable having a discussion in… as well as a faction to stay with.”

“…What,” you softly say, shocked and stunned and possibly bewildered as well. “I- you have to be kidding me,” you mumble, “That’s…”

Smart Guy easily shrugs, looking at ease in contrast to you. “…I assure you, I am not joking. Although I am not at liberty to say why or how, Alice has the right to choose where to live during the remainder of her stay. Although it was to be decided earlier, the others were…” he grimaces before continuing, “…a little too rambunctious, so I sent them on their way. Besides, with how the argument was unfurling, rather than letting you choose of your own free will, it was more likely that coercion, and then a brawl would happen. Hence, why I believe it’d be best for you to have some information, if not a choice about which people you will be staying with. And so-” 

Here he pulls out a map from a nearby drawer, smoothening it out on the desk near the two of you. It unfurls, revealing quite a quirky landscape.

Surrounded by mountains, you see a mishmash of villages, a mansion, castles- isthatthetoweryou’rein?- and what seems to be an- an amusement park?

“Your options,” the man gestures first to a huge red castle on the bottom right. You can see miniature mazes and rose gardens drawn around, along with a crown. “Hearts Castle, where the King of Hearts, along with the Knight of Hearts and White Rabbit reside.”

Your mind flits back to the men from before- the pompous king, who’d quite honestly irritated you, the knight who seemed more inclined to snark than to serve, and-

You hold back the annoyed twitch as your thoughts go to the young man with rabbit ears from before, the one who’dkidnappedyouandstoleakissfromyou. 

Yeah, you aren’t going there.

His finger by now moves to the mansion in the middle of the town. You spot two guns in a cross, circled by roses. “Hatter Mansion, where lives the Mad Hatter, as well as the March Hare.”

The one with the tea cups from before, you assume. You question their sanity, but looking back on it, they were much more preferable to living with, rather than the first three.

Still… remembering how one of them- the Mad Hatter himself, probably- assumed you to be falling for him… perhaps not.

Finally, he points to the amusement park that sits on the upper left corner. “Or the Amusement Park, the territory of the Cheshire Cat.”

Cheshire Cat? Who…? 

Might be the one who left last, you deduced. No, you won’t be going there either. You aren’t keen to share a living space with someone you barely know anything about, even less than you do the others.

You pick your options carefully. There’s only a little chance of success, but…

“Come to think of it,” you change the subject as gracefully as you can, smiling sweetly at him. A step forward is all it takes before you’re standing close to him, and you fix an interested look on your face. “I wasn’t able to learn your name earlier.”

He exhales, eyes now seemingly turned and glued to the clock that you now notice he’s fixing on the table. “It’s Namjoon. Kim Namjoon.”

…Instantly do you notice the weird way he’s told you his name, though you refrain from commenting. “My name is Alice, Alice Liddell. But please do call me by my first name, I wouldn’t mind at all!” You feign cheerfulness. “Would it be okay to call you by your first name, Namjoon?”

“Youare Alice, after all,” is his only reply. You suppose that’s as much as a confirmation you’re going to get- the short replies that you’ve suddenly been getting all but telling you he’s losing interest in your conversation. Still, his words are confusing. The way he’d called you Alice seemed more than your name, but rather a title-? 

And he all but agreed that his first name is Namjoon. Kim Namjoon. You’ve only met one person who introduced themselves with their family name before their first.

A flash of intrigue, one that makes you wary as he bends down a little to smile at you. “My name is Malchin. Lee Malchin. I’m ever so pleased to meet you, dear Alice.”

The mysteries keep piling up, you suppose. More questions that come as answers arrive.

“Do you live here alone, perhaps?” The tower is full of empty rooms, the upper floors full of dirt and dust. As grand as the tower seems to be, it’s surprisingly empty. Lonely. 

“Actually, I do,” he looks at you for a split second before averting his gaze down to the clock he seems to be fixing. And he’s trying hard, you notice. You’re not very educated on clock fixing though, so you’ll skip over the details.

You scramble your brain for a way to keep the conversation moving, although the other person seems more than uninterested. “You must be quite an important figure then,” you eventually say.

The sound of metal on metal, the clock being repaired slowly dies down.

Namjoon turns to you- his lips purse and he briefly gives you an irritated look. “Alice, may I ask for your reason in doing this? I presume it’s obvious I have no desire to talk to you.”

You wince minutely at the harsh tone he sports. “I…”

“Well?”

“…What about the Clock Tower? Could I stay here?” 

Namjoon stills. You hold your breath, suddenly feeling nervous, but…

“…It would be foolish to choose my domain,” he eventually says. Namjoon’s face is set into a frown as he speaks to you, words clear and cutting. “As I have no interest in participating in this game. You’re better off winning over the other role holders.”

“But-” you hesitantly push forward. “Why not? I mean, so far you seem to be the only one who-”

He cuts you off.

“I am the Clock Maker. My duty is to Wonderland more than it is to a game where we pander to the whims of a girl for a chance at a world unknown to us,” he smoothly says, but- you shiver as you hear the undertone of scorn. All previous gentleness and warmth has disappeared from him, leaving only the coldness of a man who is annoyed- before he thaws a little, seeing the timidity in your eyes.

He stands up, and you take a step back, confused- and then he steers you by the shoulders

블랭키는 어딨어? Where’s your blankie?

Description: Jin is left alone with his daughter and he calls on his best friends for some company. Namjoon is still a little unfamiliar as to how to interact with a baby. 
Warnings: None
Genre: Fluff, Dad!Jin with Uncles!BTS
Word Count: 1.5k

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“Should we go let your uncles in?” Jin coos and picks up Yerin. Settling her on his hip, he carries her over to the front door where the boys had been rapidly knocking before Yoongi’s muffled scolding voice stopped them.

Unlocking the door, Jin reveals the six smiling guys who are excited to spend some time with their non-blood related niece.

“Hey, I wasn’t expecting you guys for another hour.” Jin comments and side steps to let the guys in.

“We told you we were coming at 1, didn’t we?” Hobi questions, plopping himself onto the couch quickly.

“You said 2.” Jin says as Taehyung stops in front of him and waves at Yerin with a sweet smile. She gets shy from the attention and presses closer to Jin’s chest.

“Oh, Yerin.” Jin readjusts his grip on his daughter, “It’s Uncle Tae. Say hi.” He tries to coax her into saying hello but she just buries her face into Jin’s shirt. “Alright alright.” Jin bounces up and down and rubs her back soothingly.

Taehyung closes the door once everyone’s inside and Jin makes his way to the living room where the others have settled themselves.

“I swear we said 1…” Hobi trails off looking through their very chatty group chat room.

Jin shrugs, “It’s whatever. You’re here now.”

“So how is baby duty without (y/n) around?” Jimin asks while Jin sits on the floor and sets Yerin down on her soft playmate.

“It’s not as bad as I thought it would be.” Jin answers, “Plus I can rope you guys into helping me so it’s not that difficult.” He teases while keeping an eye on Yerin as she crawls across the mat towards her toys.

“Who said we’re getting roped in?” Jungkook asks, looking wide eyed and playing with Yerin as she giggles at him.

“I got roped in.” Yoongi throws an arm over his eyes as he leans back on the couch.

“Keep it in, whiny.” Jimin throws Yoongi a glare and switches back to a loving uncle before Yerin can see.

Jin chuckles and lays back on the floor with an exhausted sigh. “She’s gotta take a nap soon so if the three youngens could tire her out, that’d make my life so much easier.”

“Oh, hyung,” Jungkook sits up straight with a calm expression and a hand up, “I’ve had three coffees already today, I will tire out this child like it’s nobody’s business.”

“He’s the energizer bunny.” Taehyung giggles and gives Yerin an open mouthed smile as she makes her way over to him.

“When is he not?” Jin questions and turns his head to watch his daughter tap her hands against Taehyung’s legs.

Namjoon opens his mouth to answer the question but closes it again when he realizes that he can’t recall a time when Jungkook isn’t at least a little energizer bunny.

Yoongi and Hobi chuckle at Namjoon while Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook focus their attention on Yerin who’s now crawling her way to Jimin because he has her favorite toy in his hand.

“So what is the wife up to today?” Yoongi asks.

“(y/n)’s at a spa day with her friends.” Jin answers.

“Ooh, the spa sounds really nice.” Namjoon sighs, “Hey, we should go next week.”

“Next week when?” Hobi questions, “We’re booked like 24/7.”

“Okay, what about the- oh wait, we have the recording that week.” Namjoon corrects himself mid sentence.

Jin chuckles, “We’ll find a time. Eventually.”

“Yeah, when we’re all old and tired.” Yoongi deadpans and Jungkook quickly covers Yerin’s ears.

“Hey, there is a child here.” He throws a glare at Yoongi, releasing Yerin’s ears from his grasp.

“Says the child.” Jimin laughs which earns him a light slap from Jungkook.

Taehyung quickly places a hand in front of Yerin’s eyes as she stares at the two youngest members. “Guys, watch the violence. The baby shouldn’t learn those things.”

Jin waves a hand at the maknae line, “It’s fine. She’s attacked me and stepped on me and has hit places that I have since become very protective over.”

“Dadda.” Yerin says, turning and noticing Jin talking and laying on the floor. She crawls over with bright eyes and an even brighter smile.

She reaches Jin quickly and leans against his stomach.

“Hiya, Yerin.” Jin pokes her cheek, “Are you having fun with your uncles?”

Yerin giggles and Jin, and the other guys, take that as a ‘yes.’

“Where’s your blankie?” Jin asks with wide eyes.

“Blankie…” Yerin trails off and looks around to room. She quickly spots the blanket in Namjoon’s hands and makes her way over to him.

“Do you guys want anything to drink?” Jin asks, sitting up, “Once she’s down for her nap, the coffee machine is out of commission. Too loud.” He explains.

“Coffee.” Yoongi raises his hand.

“Same here.” Taehyung adds and Jimin raises his hand as well.

Jungkook rises to be kneeling but Jin shuts him down.

“No more coffee for you.” He gives Jungkook a pointed look.

Jungkook lowers himself to sit on his heels in silent defeat.

Jimin teases Jungkook as Jin makes his way into the kitchen to prepare four cups of coffee, the fourth being for himself. Yerin had him up at 5am.

Meanwhile, back in the living room, Namjoon is playing with Yerin under the watchful eyes of literally everyone in the room. They know he doesn’t mean to be a clutz but they are still watchful incase anything should happen. So far so good as Yerin is laughing and smiling at Namjoon as he twirls her blanket around her head.

With his confidence growing, Namjoon plays with her more and starts poke her tummy. With one little poke, he momentarily forgets to use his baby voice and reverts to a lower tone.

Yerin pauses and just stares at him.

Namjoon is still thinking she’s enjoying it.

Yerin’s lips start to frown.

Namjoon is confused.

Yerin’s bottom lip starts to tremble and her eyes turn downwards.

Namjoon is now panicking. She’s gonna cry and the fact that it was his fault has his eyes wide.

Just as the first cry sounds from her mouth, Taehyung quickly scoops her up in his arms and bounces her up and down in an attempt to soothe her crying.

“Oh, it’s okay. It’s okay.” Taehyung coos as Yerin continues to cry and Namjoon still sits so confused as to what made her cry.

Jimin, Jungkook, and Hobi on the other hand cannot contain their laughter at their leader.

“What did I do?” Namjoon wonders, a little sad that he made his niece cry.

“You’re face must’ve scared her.” Jimin laughs out and Jin appears in the room to check on why his daughter is suddenly crying.

Yoongi pushes Jimin over with his foot before explaining to Namjoon, “You’re voice dropped like three octaves for a second and I think the switch scared her.”

Jin takes a sniffling Yerin from Taehyung’s arms and she clings to her father tightly. “It was probably that.” Jin tells Namjoon, “She’s not quite used to my lower ranger either. I still scare her sometimes.” He chuckles and leans back to wipe Yerin’s tears away with his sleeve.

Taehyung comes around behind Jin and strokes Yerin’s cheek softly. Her eyes slowly blink as sleep begins to sweep her away.

“Is it nap time?” Taehyung coos at her and her only response is to blink her eyes slowly at him.

“I think it is.” Jin answers instead and holds her close to his body then turns his attention to the males in his living room, “Coffee’s made. Pour it yourself and don’t let Jungkook near it.”

Hobi grabs Jungkook’s shoulders, holding him in place, “I got it!”

Since her uncles had played with her for a bit, Yerin is put down for her nap in record time and Jin is quickly able to join his best friends in the living room.

“Sorry for makin’ her cry.” Namjoon says as Jin settles onto the couch with his cup of coffee.

“Don’t be.” Jin says after taking a sip, “She’ll grow out of it. And trust me when I say I’ve made her cry more time than I care to admit for things smaller than a voice change.”

“Like what?” Jimin asks, amusement in his eyes.

Jin leans back in thought before answering, “I once touched her pinkie when we were playing and she bawled. I couldn’t even calm her down. (y/n) had to calm her down.”

“It’s from being raised by a giant baby.” Hobi jokes.

“I am not a child.” Jin defends him then quickly corrects himself, “Er, most of the time I’m not.”

“My wife says I need to spend more time with babies.” Namjoon nods at himself, “Turns out I do.”

Jin sets a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder, “When you become a father, instincts will kick in and you’ll do just fine.”

“Wow,” Yoongi jokes with his mouth agape, “The baby became the father in a split second.”

hell in heaven - j.hs.

genre: angst (4k)

summary: because falling in love with you was both the best and worst thing to happened to him. (fools!universe)

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no one’s seen hoseok since that day.

the day that you two broke up.

many turned up at his doorstep only to be brushed off, even his closest friends jin and yoongi couldn’t get him to come out of his house and when they showed up with all his favorite foods, they couldn’t help but notice the dark circles that covered his usually bright eyes, he looked like he hadn’t eaten and none of his energy remained, he couldn’t even force a smile for his brothers, they left without a word from him.

can a break-up really do that to a person? ruin them to the point of no return?

because that’s what it looked like to everyone. the jung hoseok they knew, the one who used to embrace everyone, the life of every party he’s been to, was no longer the jung hoseok that stood before them.

but people knew, how much he loved you, it was obvious with the way you two used to run around campus giggling and cuddling the whole time, known as the campus sweethearts, everyone used to watch in awe as you both proudly showcased your love to everyone, and now, all of that felt like a dream to hoseok, a dream he’s been harshly woken up from.

even right now, with all his friends staring expectantly at him with beer cans in their hand, not all of them faniliar with each other, their common link being namjoon and hoseok alone, with a cigarette dangling from his own hand, hoseok doesn’t feel ready to tell what happened between you two, he doesn’t know if he’s scared of the reaction or scared of living through memories that he wants to forget. he doesn’t want to forget you however, he wants to forget what you two had, because both of you were hurt at the end. and the last thing that he wants, even now, when everything has been over, is for you to hurt.

he’s tried to wish you pain, he’s tried to hate you, but every time your last moment together stops him from thinking that way.

you left because you had to before it killed one of you.

“you look better now” jin offered with a weak smile, it pained him to see his once ever so bright friend become nothing but a clump of dull energy. hoseok grimly nodded to that, he did look better now that he started eating and working out more, while they were merely distractions, hoseok still enjoyed having some normalcy come back to him.

they nervously looked at each other, not knowing what to say as hoseok stared ahead at nothing, even yoongi, who usually knew how to break the ice with a joke and make everyone comfortable didn’t utter a word, their friend’s state had silenced them all. hoseok could feel the silence, he knew it was because of him and it was suffocating him, he didn’t blame his friends for being quiet but rather blamed himself for the sour mood.

“jungkook” hoseok softly called out and jungkook immediately leaned forward to his direction, eagerly waiting for his hyung to say something.

“i heard you got your first job and tattoo, and you never even told me, isn’t that too unfair?” hoseok light heartedly joked and jungkook had a rosy blush on his face as he nodded happily, just glad that he was at least talking.

“i started working with jimin hyung at joon hyung’s bakery, and the tattoo just kind of happened, one day i just went to genius lab and asked yoongi hyung to do it, i didn’t even think of a design till i got there” jungkook filled hoseok in with the details of his life from the past few weeks.

“can i look, at the tattoo, i mean?” jungkook immediately got up from his seat to circle around hoseok and showed him the beautiful tiger lily that covered his forearm, hoseok lightly traced his fingers around the tattoo with a small grin on his face, marveling at the intricate design.

“ah jungkook, you’re telling me you designed this? no way, you have grown up so much.” warmth and nostalgia filled hoseok’s voice as he looked at jungkook with the eyes everyone was familiar with, sparkling and filled with love, jungkook almost started crying right there after seeing him look alive after so long.

“i did, i designed it myself, we can design my next one together.” jungkook’s word held a promise, he was going to design his next one with hoseok and he was going to ink it on his body.

“how has everyone else been?” hoseok asked, leaning back on his seat as jungkook returns to his and everyone starts filling in with everything they’ve been up to

jin mentions how university is kicking his ass with five assignments every week, yoongi fills in about how much this one girl keeps annoying him, namjoon explains how bike rides around the river is the most he’s doing these days, jimin shyly mentions his crush on his best friend and the others break into loud ooh’s at that, taehyung is cursing out his professor who won’t bump his subpar grade to above average and jungkook stays silent, only letting a few chuckles slip every now and then with how dramatic some of them got.

and suddenly, as if they’ve run out of things to fill the void, they fall dead silent, jimin looks at hoseok who visibly inflates after the youthful energy in the room dies as quickly as it revives.

“hyung, i’ve been worried sick about you, and i really am glad that you called us to meet after so many days, but i can’t sit here and watch you suffer silently so please tell us, we’re all here to listen to you” jimin pleads with hoseok suddenly, his voice strained and weak with eyes widened and lips pursed as everyone else silently thank jimin for taking the step that they were all hesitant to.

hoseok looks up at jimin’s thin voice telling him to get out of whatever bubble he’s built around himself, to finally tell someone what happened and why it’s ruining him the way it is.

“should we pour a drink first?” hoseok offers with a weak smile and once everyone nods, hoseok gets started about the story in his life he wants to erase.

how you and hoseok got together? it was natural, like on instinct you had to be with each other no matter what, you don’t know if that feeling started at that one party where you got too drunk and finally kissed him, or if it’s always been there and you both just kept denying it till you didn’t.

either way, when you finally got together, you both were so giddy and excited about it that you wanted to let the world know that ‘hey, i love you and i would choose no one but you and i need to tell everyone i’m in love because it’s the best thing i’ve ever experienced’.

and it was, it still is the best thing to happened to hoseok but at the end, he knew it was the worst thing too.

he tells the boys everything, from your first date to every fight that led to the end and they could only hear with wide eyes, they didn’t know that a couple who looked so perfect to everyone, would have so many cracks threatening a disastrous breaking apart. hoseok didn’t care if they were listening or not, he’s gotten used to not being heard but he was going to tell them everything regardless.

you both did everything in the world, with hands around the other.

you went to bungee jumping with him, you went to river crashing with him, you did assignments late at night with him, kicking feet with each other and getting distracted every time, you learned calligraphy with him, you learned baking with him even if you both ended up with flour all over each other at the end, you could just laugh and kiss it off because it didn’t matter, nothing else mattered when you were with him.

every memorable thing in your life had hoseok beside you and hoseok has never wanted to experience anything in his life without you in it.

you had your insecurities, he had his, you didn’t talk about your problems, he didn’t talk about his.

because together, you could forget every problem that plagued your mind, you could forget about the world that was hurting you and instead just stare at each other till sunrise.

soon, your problems and insecurities and his, caught up to you before you could run away once again, and everything you loved about each other quickly became things that started to annoy you.

you used to love waking up to his loud good morning, you would wake up and pepper kisses across his face with a sleepy smile on your face, chest blooming with pride that he was your man, later you just stuffed your face into your pillow and begged for him to stop talking. he used to love eating your experiments in the kitchen, either lying about how good they taste, or kissing you in reassurance that you can always do better next time, his own face twisting to a grin every time you would pout at your failures, later he couldn’t hide the grimace on his face as he swallowed and couldn’t bring himself to encourage you like he usually does.

it was the little things that changed, little things that had a heavy weight in the dynamic of your relationship and it wasn’t like you two didn’t notice, every time you would turn away from hoseok in the morning, his smile would immediately drop and he would silently leave the room, his mind heavy with neglect, and every time he scowled at the food you made, you wanted to never enter the kitchen again, you lost all drive to do anything again.

and slowly, the rush you felt whenever you touched him and the way his heart would leap every time you said his name, both of them faded.

that’s when the fights began, small like any beginning but fatal.

even if it were something as simple as leaving clothes on the floor, you both would fight like your life depended on it, yelling out words only to regret them as soon as you say them.

hoseok never wanted to hurt you, but he did.

you never wanted to hurt hoseok, but you did.

at some point, you both got too comfortable with fighting every day, brushing it off like it was a normal thing that happens to all couples, an excuse, a kind of solace to your breaking hearts that it was okay, it was all okay.

it wasn’t okay.

hoseok wishes he could go back and yell at himself for thinking it was okay, it was never okay.

unknowingly, you both would hurt each other to the point of crying all night and then wiping each other’s tears like you weren’t responsible for it, like you weren’t hurting each other, more so like you were hurting yourself while gripping onto his hands that gently swiped across your face.

that was the first thing that broke hoseok.

crying because of you, crying for you and crying when he was away from you.

you were his home, his broken, falling apart, moldy and dying home. but still his home. you would always be his home.

it got exhausting, but you couldn’t stop loving him, he couldn’t stop loving you.

you were the couple that everyone wanted to be, you couldn’t just up and leave because the words that would leave people’s mouths after would only hurt you more.

so, you stayed.

even if you cried every day, you stayed because at least you weren’t the only one crying, you weren’t the only one who was breaking and losing yourself, you stayed because somewhere in your heart, you couldn’t imagine a life that didn’t have hoseok in it.

you loved each other.

but love can only be beautiful for so long.

the mistakes come after the regret.

regret that if you lost hoseok as a lover, you would lose him as a friend, a companion you could lean on, someone who’s with you even after hearing all your stories, you could lose all of that just because your love was selfish enough to make you pay, your love was poison enough to feel like honey.

the mistakes, you’re not sure when they started, maybe it was when you stopped going to parties with hoseok or when you two intentionally went to different parties or was it when you two no longer looked for each other in a full room? you don’t know.

going to parties without your boyfriend and pretending like you’re single was your mistake.

going to parties and buying drinks for others was his mistake.

it wasn’t long before you stopped coming to his dorm at night, instead showing up to class with hickeys that he definitely didn’t give you and you would find someone else’s clothes lying around his bedroom floor.

he acted like he didn’t notice the hickeys and you quietly put the clothes you found in the trash.

it wasn’t that you forgave each other, you just didn’t have the energy to fight for each other anymore, neither of you were on the right, neither of you could blame the other, neither of you wanted to tell another soul about it, an argument would only end in you both admitting you were wrong.

and you didn’t do it. he never did it.

the boys stopped drinking, glaring at the glasses in front of them, frozen with this new information.

“hyung” namjoon slowly muttered, gazing nervously at his friend, understanding a bit of what was going on and why hoseok hasn’t been the same again, hoseok just gives him a pained smile and returns to silence.

namjoon never thought his friend would be capable of cheating, he never anticipated his friend’s girlfriend who would always give him a bubbly smile when she entered his bakery, was capable either.

and that’s when it hits namjoon that maybe people are a lot more capable to hurt than to love.

the thought scares namjoon, it scares everyone else in the room too.

you and hoseok cheated on each other so much but neither of you made the attempt to break it off.

they didn’t know what to think of that, they couldn’t judge their brother, it would be unfair if they judged you when they didn’t judge him, it didn’t matter who did it first, it mattered that you two moved on like it was normal, like cheating was normal, like being in pain when with each other was normal.

and they didn’t know what to say to him as he downed another glass of whiskey like it was water.

so, they simply just didn’t say anything.

they just let him speak.

the cheating didn’t stop, the lies didn’t either.

the love which you painfully gripped to like gripping to stones, was fading too.

and when the love for each other died, so did the love for yourself.

you hated yourself, he hated himself because you and him couldn’t save it, couldn’t save the relationship or your precious love.

you couldn’t save the relationships around you either, your strained relationship with your family only getting worse with the little effort you put in to be together with them.

your life and his were crashing on you, but you didn’t feel anything.

you got used to the burning in your chest with every movement you made and he got used to the sinking way his heart fell every time you hurt him.

it was like you kept denying, denying and denying, one shot of vodka and one night with someone else at a time, till you couldn’t anymore that something was very wrong with you two.

you only remember how you felt when you came one morning to see another woman in his bed, sleeping peacefully next to him and you didn’t say anything, even if you wanted to yell, kick her out and then yell at hoseok too.

you didn’t say anything, just closed the door and walked off.

hoseok remembers the way his heart twisted in his chest when he came to your apartment only for you to be wearing another man’s t-shirt, he ignored it, he didn’t say anything about the t-shirt, or the fading marks on your neck and clavicle.

you and hoseok were foolish enough to believe that it was just a rough patch, something that you will get over soon and you could slip into that honeymoon phase you used to float around in, often getting excited at the smallest action of affection from the other, something as simple as hoseok kissing your forehead before going to class was enough for you to hope that everything will be okay and hoseok would just be happy if he didn’t find someone else’s scent on you when he hugged you in class.

but your relationship was like a torn paper, no matter how much you try to put it together, it just doesn’t look the same anymore.

and you were the first one to realize that.

you stared at hoseok from your side of the bed, even in deep sleep, he didn’t look like he was resting, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth twitching from time to time, it was obvious he was thinking a lot, and that’s when the weight of everything fell on you.

you hurt him, the one person you promised you would love, you hurt him.

you might have even broken him with how tired he looks.

he didn’t walk like he used to; slouching and trudging his step.

he didn’t talk like he used to; his voice had changed, slower and hoarser as the days go by.

he didn’t smile like he used to; his smile was forced, pained even.

and his smile, oh you used to love his smile, you used to love being the reason for his smile too.

you broke him.

and that killed you.

the first tear was silent and fell on the pillow, immediately leaving a stain on it, and then you cried, you cried and cried as sunlight poured into your room, your hands covered your mouth as your heart squeezed in your chest and hoseok woke up in a startle at the sound of a sob that escaped from your mouth. he hurriedly got up and looked around and then at you. he pulled you close to look if you hurt yourself somewhere and when he didn’t see any apparent injuries, he looked up at you again with teary eyes, he couldn’t bear seeing you in so much pain.

you didn’t stop crying, his grip on your shoulders trying to shake you back into sanity and his voice which urgently called out to you felt too distant to be true.

“i-i can’t find what’s wrong, please stop crying, please just tell me” he hurriedly said, softly wiping your face, frantically checking your arms and head again, searching for anything that could’ve hurt you but it was your heart that was finally bleeding after being plugged up with everything for so long.

“how could i hurt you?” you wailed, pushing your head into your hands, and hoseok paused, his tears building up again as your shoulders shook from how heavy your sobs got.

hoseok couldn’t deny the way his eyes-tinged red at your words, he couldn’t deny that he felt his own heart being ripped from his chest because you were blaming yourself when he wasn’t any better.

“i hurt you too” hoseok muttered defeatedly, his hand falling from your face onto his own lap as he stared off to the side.

defeat, that’s all he could feel. for someone who is used to victory, this was new, and he didn’t like it.

“we keep hurting each other hobi, why?” you asked him helplessly, your voice and his nickname were painful for him to hear and he shook his head, he didn’t know how to tell you that it will be okay because he wasn’t sure himself.

“y/n, it’s normal, happens to couples sometimes, we just have to hold o-“ he reaches for your hands, holding them tightly and rubbing circles on them, he knew you weren’t going to be happy together anymore but he wanted to try, he wanted to know if you could feel the same microscopic hope he did.

“that’s a lie and you know it” you bluntly said, voice hoarse but sure, and his grip falters so does his tiny bit of hope.

you look ready to leave and all he could think of was how to stop you.

“just listen to me, please” he begged, and your heart breaks at his desperate, slouched over form, you silently brought your hand to his forehead, pushing hair off from it and gently patting it back, sniffling every so often. your touch makes him flinch and then sigh shakily, it’s been so long since you’ve touched with affection and not venom.

“we can’t do this anymore; you know we can’t” you whisper as more tears fall down your face and you don’t miss the way he sobs a little and pushes his head into his arm.

he did know.

he fucking knew this was coming.

he’s imagined ways this day would come and nothing could have prepared him for this moment.

was this the end for you two? after all you’ve been through, you were going to end at 5 am on a random morning while crying into each other’s arms? is that what you’ve come to?

you slowly cup his cheek, allowing him to bury his face into your hand and cry, every time his tears touch your skin, you break a little more, and you don’t stop yourself from caressing his skin carefully, like it was the last time you will touch it.

“we’re just scared to be lonely” hoseok lifts his head in a shiver, voice laced with realization and you nod shamefully.

you didn’t stay out of love, you stayed because you didn’t know who would you go to if this was over.

love is a tender pain, and you’ve both experienced all sides of it. especially the worst part of it.

and with that said, hoseok hated himself for coming to that realization, he hated himself for knowing what was wrong with you two.

he wished that he just remained oblivious to everything, he wished that you never got up from the bed after he said that, he wished that you didn’t pack your clothes that were left in his closet, he wished he didn’t hear how you cried as you stuffed your belongings into different bags, he wished that you didn’t kiss his forehead and give him a final, weak smile before you left his room, he wished that he didn’t notice your scent twirling in the air, mocking him.

he wished you didn’t leave at all.

he spent many days, in the same bed you left him in, with your kiss lingering on his forehead, refusing to live without you. he lost count of how many tears he cried, he lost count of how many times he reached for his phone to call you and beg you to come back.

but hoseok knew you left for good.

you weren’t coming back.

and he just had to deal with that.

“i haven’t seen her since then, i asked her friends and apparently she went home for a bit, i don’t think i will bother her again.” hoseok ended his disastrous, tragic love story with a shrug.

a story to the rest of them but to him, he felt every word of it and relived through the memories he’s been waiting to forget.

hoseok watched as all of them gulped, they didn’t know their friend was silently going through so much and they felt guilty for not advising him, for not helping him sooner, it was only jin and yoongi who understood that any advice would have fallen to deaf ears with hoseok when he was still with you.

“that’s how it finished?” taehyung couldn’t help but ask, for two people who tried every trick in the book to stay together, you didn’t seem to try at all at the end.

“yeah, it just happened” hoseok says painfully and the boys felt pity, pity that hoseok or you couldn’t come to your senses sooner so you could stop before you got too hurt.

but the damage was done.

and the only thing left with hoseok was the silence that surrounded him and his friends who swore that another soul wouldn’t know about this.

hoseok, in some sick and fucked up way, still loved you. he still longed for the day you would enter his doorstep with the smile he hasn’t seen for so long but he’s glad you have better self-control than him and stayed away for both of your sakes.

for now, hoseok will just miss you until he can’t anymore.

his home, his heaven in hell, he will miss you till he moves on.

⛓️✧

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