11:30 A Domestic Bliss ShortStory | Park Jimin

✙Pairing:Husband! Jimin x fem reader

✙Genre:Smut

✙Word Count:700

✙Summary: Hot late night call between Jimin and yn.

✙ Warnings: Female and male masturbation and explicitly sexual talk.

✙a/n:this story is within the Domestic Blissuniverse.

Later that night when you finally put all the kids to sleep, you quickly prepared yourself for the call that your husband promised earlier that day, you did your makeup and put a provocative but comfy outfit, underneath some lingerie to spice things up and your trusted vibrator right beside you, you closed the door of your room and just in time the face of Jimin was glaring at you with a cheeky smile.

He let several buttons of his shirt loose, in his hand a cup of wine though you notice two emptied cans of beer.

In the background you recognized his current favorite band playing.

Drunk Jimin was fun, so you didn’t mind.

“Hi there, kitten” he said to you chuckling in way that you found cute but also sexy.

“Hi babe” you responded “You are having a drink, I see” he nodded in way that resembled an enthusiastic child.

“umhm” he mumbled “why you look so hot today? your tits look amazing in that dress” he bluntly confessed.

You blushed at his comment.

“And you unbuttoned your shirt just for me, right?” you asked him playfully, he bit his lip “I can even see you pierced nipple, if i had to guess, I’d say you are flirting, what a slut” you teased him chuckling.

“Watch your mouth or I will have you fixed properly when I come back” he warned raising an eyebrow “I want to see your body, take off the dress” he requested, you did as he said only leaving you with a very skimpy lingerie, he smiled pleased opening his legs on his chair.

“Good” he said with a raspy tone “kitten you are so fine, my pants are so tight right now because of you” he confessed.

“Show me”

Jimin stoop up from his chair, you could only see the  lower torso and crotch area where a tent was forming in his pants, then he suddenly  unzipped his pants and took out his dick from his underwear, the erected member went up to Jimin’s bellybutton, he took his dick with one hand and started to give it a few strokes, you could hear him moan, you immediately felt how your walls clenched and how the juices were now spilling in your lingerie, he seated in his chair again his lips parted and with darker eyes full of desire.

“I want your pussy around my cock so bad” he said giving his dick a few more strokes while he moaned again “Are you wet? Show me”

You opened your legs and with a hand put aside your panties and introduced a finger inside then you took it out and passed your fingers through you slit until you found your clit making you moan and started to give it a few circular strokes, then you showed to the camera the sticky mess that your fingers were.

“Shit that’s so hot” he said stroking his cock harder while he moaned.

“Unbutton your shirt” you requested while you played with your nipple and the other hand stimulating your clit.

He followed your instructions revealing his two pierced nipples and his rib tattoo, pants on his thigs, while you watched him touch himself with his moaning and the lewd sounds he was making, you dammed the distance that in this moment was between you two.

You took your bra off letting your swollen breast be free, Jimin choked a moan at the sight and his breathing was heavier, took off your panties and turned on your vibrator.

“Uh your are such a fucking…ugh slut aren’t you…ah kitten?”- he said with difficulty, his cock wet of precum, his digits caressing the tip while he kept his strokes, shamelessly looking at you.

Your walls clenched once more and you felt the knot in your lower belly beginning to unknot, while you were hot mess, moaning at the pleasure you were giving yourself.

You felt your breast starting to leak milk, at that moment you saw how your husband was getting desperate to keep it together, now he is moving his hips with his hand still in his length.

“Ahh yn, I can’t” he mumbled “I’m gonna cum, I can’t mmm” he was slurring all fucked up from pleasure, you could also feel it.

“Me too, me too” it didn’t pass long when spurts of white cum spilled on Jimin’s abdomen, while he said your name when he came, he closed his eyes riding the wave of pleasure, and you did too, it felt delightful.

“You better prepare yourself, because when I come back home I will not stop till next week” a devilish smile on his soft face.

You were counting the days.

Domestic Chaos | Park Jimin One Shot

✙Pairing:Husband! Jimin x fem reader

✙Genre: Fluff, Established relationship! au, Dad! Jimin au, Slice of life.

✙Word Count:1.8k

✙Summary: Minjun turns 1 but Jimin is far away.

✙a/n: this is a continuation of the events of Domestic Bliss

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Jimin was outside of Korea for work, he was in a business 3 day trip in Thailand promoting his brand, the trip has been delayed for a few weeks so he had to pack his things up last minute and go, you usually support him in whatever he does but you were not ok this time he left because the trip was dangerously close to your youngest son first birthday and as usual it was huge celebration with family and friends, all planned by your mother in law, he was supposed to arrive back home two days prior the event so it wasn’t on the deadline but deep inside your instinct was telling you that things would not go as planned.

And indeed you were not wrong, in the morning making breakfast for the kids the second day he was gone you turn on the news, for your surprise and horror, a big storm shut down everything and the airport was closed until the weather was safe to fly, you almost dropped Myungkyu’s plate, later that day after taking your eldest in school and Nakyum in kindergarden leaving you with your almost one year old Minjun in the house, you gave him his bottle and he took a nap, now with complete privacy you facetimed your husband, he picked up the call few seconds later.

He as per usual looked hot as hell but a little tired as well, he gave you a shy smile, implicitly you both knew what going to happen, and he being the one absent you could tell that he was a little bit guilty about it.

“Hi babe, I saw the news how’s everything over there?” you asked him worried.

“Hi my love, I’m ok, I mean the weather is crazy outside, all my plans are cancelled, but yeah” he said looking around his hotel room “How’s my boy?” you knew he was referring to Minjun.

“Asleep, thanks heaven” you responded “I saw that the airports are closed, you think you can make it home on time?”  you knew the answer but still you needed some assurance.

“I’m so sorry, my darling, I know it’s going to be stressful but i can’t do anything about the weather condition.”

You shouldn’t be mad about this, but you didn’t like the idea of this big celebration all by your own, especially when you didn’t even want all this, your mother-in-law was the one planning everything, she did this with your other kids as well.

“And I’m sorry for missing out our little Minjun’s first birthday” he added “it hurts me not being there for that special moment, but It kills me seeing you dealing with this by own with so much stress” he looked down serious, Jimin really mean it.

“Gosh I wished I had stopped your mom before she decided to make this big party, I mean, our other kids don’t remember theirs, Minjun will not remember this! is that big of a deal if we don’t do it this time?!” you said frustrated grabbing your hair.

“You how my mom is, she goes overboard, it doesn’t hurt anybody” He suddenly said in defensive mode, if you know something is that Jimin is a mama’s boy, they are so close, and their relationship was cute to you, but sometimes just sometimes, you wished that his mom could stay on line on some matters, because Jimin let her do whatever she wants and that created tension that was building up.

“It affects me, honestly Jimin” you reminded him “Like we just move out, house still renovating, kids on school plus activities, one hyperactive toddler and a baby, throwing a big party was the fucking cherry on top and you are not even gonna be here!” you wanted to cry out of frustration but you didn’t want to Jimin seeing you like that because you know he would try to deviate the conversation to comfort you and you don’t needed that right now, that could be done when he comes back, right now you wanted to vent.

“You didn’t had to lift a finger to organize this party, it was my mom in charge of everything and you know why?, because she knew that you were busy, she is not doing this because she wants to be an insensitive cunt, so why don’t you appreciate her efforts!” he said that in louder tone that you didn’t like at all.

“Watch your mouth, the point of all of this is that this party was no needed at all Jimin, we could had perfectly done something small and special for a freaking 1 year old! She didn’t HAD to get involved!” you bite back, his eyes became darker, you knew this was his sign of getting mad.

“My mom is such a monster, oh no she wants to do a party for her grandson, she is so awful, I can’t believe it” he said sarcastically, you rolled your eyes at his response.

“Jimin shut the fuck up, we are having this conversation in the first place because you don’t know how to say no to your mom” you spited at him, he had to know the truth after all, he seamed taken aback at your words.

“Be careful, I would not tolerate any disrespect towards my mom or other member of my family” he warned lifting a finger pointing to you, you crossed your arms.

“I’m your family too!” you almost yelled.

“Yes, but my mom is not talking shit about you at your back, isn’t she?” he said bitterly.

“Its not talking shit if I’m stating a fact, you literally let your mom do whatever, and I love Mijeong, but it’s your mom and I can’t be the one setting the limits, that is your job” you hit a nerve because he made that sound with his mouth that he does when he is irritated or when he knew he lost the argument.

“Yeah whatever, but the party it’s happening anyway, so why are you making things difficult?” he said playing with his fingers, you felt irritated at his statement.

“I could get through this if at least you were present, but now I would have to go alone to your friends and family asking me if Minjun is the last one, or referring me to good doctors to not get pregnant again, because that’s how they think of me, like I’m so dumb getting knocked up again and again.” There it is you said it, you let it out of your chest, the thing is that you were terrified to be left alone with his friends specially his friends wives, they were clearly accustomed to a more hedonistic lifestyle, travelling, shopping, partying, only two of them had kids, Taehyung and Hoseok, they had two and one respectively, and their wives were more empathic towards you, you know by their questions and gestures that they pity you at some level, because you have 4 kids and were not able at the moment to do all the things that you enjoyed, and lately you feeling a little miserable because of the pressure, you would feel a little better though if you had your own friends by your side but your mother in law only extended the invitation to your immediate family and that was it.

His eyes opened up, and his mouth parted a little, he brushed with his fingers pink strands of hair that were on his face.

“Who said that to you?” he asked serious.

“Jimin they don’t have to say it directly to me, but probably at the party without you around they might not be so subtle” you told him brushing your arm with your hand.

“If that happens you tell that to me, and they would have to repeat it to my face if they are so brave” he said in a low tone ”You understand that, my love?” you barely nodded.

“Look at me, yn” you did what he said “Our children, all of them, are our blessing, they are so wanted and loved, and every one of their needs are met, and most important their parents love each other intensely, we have four because we want to and we are able to, I’m not and I will not regret ever having any of our children, you might kill me, but I really don’t mind having another one when Minjun is a few years old, I love our family and I love you” he said without hesitation or doubt, which made your heart full with joy.

“I love you, Jimin but you are right I might kill you because you are crazy if you think we can handle a 5th child” you joked, he smiled at you, that imperfect sweet smile that you adored so much.

“You are in charge of course, you have the final word” he added “I hate to fight with you, I hate myself more for not stopping earlier and validate your discomfort” he said.

“it’s ok you are tired and I’m tired, its natural it happens…” a baby’s crying interrupted you, it seamed that Minjun woke up from his nap “Wait a sec” you stood up and went to look out for your son, the little baby boy calm down when you finally took him in your arms, you went to the living room and seated in front of your phone, Jimin smiling at the sight of his youngest son.

You really thought this time it will be a girl, you were not fixated on it, but you were just a little disappointed, Jimin thought it was funny, but seriously though, Minjun turned out to be just the perfect mix of the two of you, this time taking more of your features than Jimin’s, he was healthy and happy, and it was all that mattered at the end of the day.

“Hello little one” Jimin said to his son “Daddy miss you and your siblings so much”

Minjun smiled recognizing his father’s voice immediately, he gave little jumps.

“I’m sorry for not going to your birthday party, but don’t you worry I’m gonna bring you some gifts” you rolled your eyes at his spoiling tendencies.

You knew Minjun was hungry so you put him on your lap and took your breast out of your strapped tank top, the baby immediately started feeding, the action didn’t go unnoticed by Jimin who watched every move.

“He is very hungry” you said to Jimin, who nodded fixated on your breast.

“Babe?” he call for you.

“yeah?” you responded without looking at him.

“Mind me if I call you later in the night, for some private time” he had this almost raspy voice, that made you raise an eyebrow because you knew exactly what he was referring to.

“Maybe…if they kids go to bed early” you said to him giving him the look that he knew so well.

“Can’t wait”

You hang up the call minutes later blowing Jimin a kiss and he saying goodbye.    

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might write what happens in the late videocall between yn and Jimin (smut) comment if you want to read it.

BTS as relationship sex

RATING 18+. mature
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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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Jungkook/Jimin:Okay(10)

In which you meet Jimin and Jungkook by complete chance- running off before you could even notice the connection you have with not just one- but both of them.

Tags/Warnings: Wolf!Jungkook, Wolf!Jimin, Wolf!Reader, fluff, Angst, smut in future chapters, injustice against werewolves, mistreatment, judgment, past abuse, poly! Relationship, mentions of death, Idol!Jungkook, Idol!Jimin

Additional Chapter Warnings: Jungkook be in fluffy Alpha-headspace, cuddling

Length: Short

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They’ve stayed the night this time.

And while you all went to bed in an orderly fashion, after making a big nest in the living room so you all could fit, the way you wake up is anything but. Something is holding you hostage basically- legs and arms wrapped around you, head buried in the crook of your neck while you’ve visibly been clinging to Jimin who’s equally as attached to you.

Jungkook stirs first out of you three; and he’s in heaven right away, head in the clouds as he stretches for a second before he turns to look at the sight before him.

Jimin is still asleep, but for the first time in a long while, he looks absolutely at peace. There’s no trace of stress on his partner’s face, features soft and even a small smile on his lips while he holds onto you.

And you seem right at ease as well; shirt having risen up a bit to reveal your soft stomach and very edge of the underside of your chest, and Jungkooks instincts move quickly as he slowly brings the blankets over the two of you again.

You need go be covered, comfortable, safe.

Jimin wakes up a little afterwards, greeted by the sight of Jungkook scenting you, nuzzling your neck with closed eyes and a sleepy smile. You’re still fast asleep, unaware of the alpha’s wandering hands. Jimin carefully stops one from moving to your chest underneath your shirt- jungkook’s eyes opening in alarm for a second, before he notices who it is.

With the hint of pink on his face, he retrieves his hand, as Jimin adjusts your shirt for you.

He doesn’t need to say anything, because they both understand clearly what the other feels in this moment even without any words spoken. It seems like you’ve been the missing link between them, emotions reignited and at the same time, it’s as if they’ve fallen right into place as well. There’s no frustration, nothing bubbling over- just comfort, warmth, and safety surrounding you three. “why’re you up?” you yawn, voice a bit squeaky from the lack of use, and Jungkook immediately turns to throw one of his legs over yours, lips softly kissing the skin of your neck briefly.

“go back to sleep love.” Jimin simply hums out, making you turn to look at him with sleepy eyes. “it’s still early.” he informs you, and simultaneously dies a little inside when you wrap yourself around him again, Jungkook eagerly reaching for his hand to hold as well.

Yeah- he really could get used to this.

Jimin:Bat-Luck(2)

In which police officer Park Jimin is tasked with looking after you until there’s a home ready for you.

Tags/Warnings: black flying fox!Jimin, Black Cat! Reader, stigmatization, mentions of physical and mental therapy, this is my emotional support Jimin now, and trust me he will be yours too, mentions of past abuse (starvation, physical punishments, degradation, mild case of stockholm-syndrome, hoarding, neglect)

Additional Chapter Warnings: bad flashbacks, comfort, jimin is a sweetheart

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Jimin has noticed by now that he’s kind of stuck with you now.

After a good checkup at the hospital they decided it’s best for you to stay with someone you trust- Jimin in this case, who happily agreed to look after you for the time being. Theres a bandage covering your left forearm- keeping the scratches underneath clean and protected from any dirt. You’re also wearing a new, proper collar- for now with the police logo on it to signal that you’re currently under government protection. It’s a lot better than the grimy old thing they’ve found at your former ‘home’.

“say, sweetheart?” Jimin gains your attention as you sit in the small room provided for questioning of witnesses- a way more friendly and less threatening environment than the interrogation rooms. “back at your home- was it always you hybrids and your owner?” he asks, and you shake your head, while he brushes out the knots of your tail- the action strange to you, as you’ve never had someone do that for you.

“I lived with an old man before.” you admit quietly. “he was nice- but he got too old to take care of me.” you tell him. “that’s how I met lady J.” you explain, and he nods. Based on the testimonies of the other hybrids, they all called her simply 'Lady J’ and nothing else. “when I came with her, the others were already there. We fought a lot.” you admit, and Jimin nods.

“when did.. The house become so cluttered?” he wonders, and you shrug as you watch him work so gently and carefully, trying not to pull on the hairs too much, even at the knotted parts.

“I dunno.” you mumble. “it was always like that, I think.” you say, and he hums a reply, making sure just to go one step at a time with you. “When can I go home?” you ask him, and he stops in his motions just for a split second, before he continues.

“we’re gonna get you into a new home soon darling, don’t worry.” he reassures.

“But Lady J will get mad if we’re not home.” you worry, holding his wrist still now. “I don’t wanna go on the balcony again.” you quietly voice your fears, and jimin puts the brush down before he pets your ears- hands moving to hold your face tenderly. He can only imagine the horrors you must’ve faced.

“She can’t and won’t hurt you anymore. I promise.” he tells you with urgency. “I told you I’ll protect you, right?” he asks, ans you nod. “see? And I stand by my word.” he reassures.

“so you’ll be my owner now?” you ask, and he chuckles a bit. Hybrids don’t technically need owners anymore- they can file for independence just kite he himself did years back when starting his police training. But for someone like you, that concept must be more than terrifying- at least Yoongi had explained it that way.

’Victims like her can’t just be tossed out into freedom, just like you can’t give a starving person all the food they want. They need a slow recovery, steady progress, and a stable environment to heal. ’ the cat hybrid and doctor had told him after evaluating your state of mind for the records. ’Give her time, and security. She’s unable to make decisions for now, so maybe start by giving her choices first. Limit the options she has, and then expand as you make positive progress.’ the cat had explained. ’there’s no one I’d rather trust her with than you. You’ll do just fine.’

And Jimin hopes, very strongly, that Yoongi is right about that.

He wants to do more than just fine.

Jimin:Bat-luck(1)

In which police officer Park Jimin becomes the first person you ever place your trust in.

Tags/Warnings: black flying fox!Jimin, Black Cat! Reader, stigmatization, mentions of physical and mental therapy, this is my emotional support Jimin now, and trust me he will be yours too, mentions of past abuse (starvation, physical punishments, degradation, mild case of stockholm-syndrome, hoarding, neglect)

Additional Chapter Warnings:⚠mentions of hoarding (rotting food, insects, very bad living conditions, neglect etc.), comfort

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“God the smell is awful.” officer Jeon says next to him, adjusting his facemask as they walk through the small apartment one last time.

“I know, I hate it too, but lets do one last search.” Jimin argues deep in thought, unsure what he’s looking for. Something tells him that he’s not yet found everything he needs to. It doesn’t make sense; five food bowls, five collars hanging in the entrance, five different hybrids described by the neighbours. And yet- they’ve only rescued four. Sure, there’s always the grim chance that one might’ve passed away- but Jimin isn’t one to give up without proof.

He needs to find you, no matter the state- no one deserves this, not even as their final resting place.

“just imagine living in this place..” Jungkook mumbles to himself, curled dog-tail unmoving as his ears are pinned back on top of his head. “awful. Thank god someone called.” he finishes with a sigh, trying not to step on anything that could hurt him or make him trip.

“did anyone check the balcony?” Jimin wonders, as Jungkook nods. “I can’t leave like this. She has to be somewhere.” he says more to himself than anybody else, gloved hands searching through a soiled mattress flipped against a wall. It’s then that he suddenly stills, grabbing onto his younger partner’s arm to keep him silent too- and both suddenly stare at a large dresser, closed up and unreachable due to all the clutter and mess. One look and they both know- there was a sound.

As Jungkook jumps over his own shadow and grabs onto the clutter, moving stuff out the way the best he can, Jimin helps eagerly, before he slowly opens the door.

At first, they feel disappointed at the sight; nothing but clothes and trash.

But then, he spots a tiny black tail, unmoving- and Jungkook instantly runs out the room to bark out that there’s another hybrid found to everyone outside the small apartment. “can you hear me?” Jimin worries, carefully moving things until he feels resistance at a blanket he pulls. “I’m officer Park, I’m here to help, you’re okay.” he carefully tells you- he can now see the dirty hair and flattened cat ears, body hidden by a dirty blanket you’ve wrapped around yourself. Black cat hybrid, female, malnourished and not often seen- it’s you.

He finally found you.

“it’s okay, I promise, nothing is going to happen.” he reassures, sitting down on a nearby box in front of the closet you’ve been barricaded in- a hand held out to Jungkook who’s got first aid in tow, telling him to stay back for the moment. “you’re not in trouble, okay?”

It takes a moment until you lower the blanket a little, and Jimin tears up a bit on the inside as he watches your terrified gaze scan the room. It’s clear you’ve got no idea what’s going on- just like the other hybrids already on their way to hospital.

“Are you hurt?” it’s a stupid question, but he needs to ask it anyways, although he known the answer to it already- most likely at least. With the state the entire apartment is in, it’s hard to imagine you’re fine. “look-” he tries a different route now, pointing at his hair and ears before he points at yours. “we match.” he smiles when he notices you finally seeming to get a grip on the situation, eyes searching for his tail it seems as he chuckles. “I’m a bat. Flying fox- so I don’t have a pretty tail like you.” he softly says, and he spots the tip of your said tail move a bit at that, curling and uncurling as if to check if it’s still yours. “but I give great hugs as a bat! Would you like one?” he asks, tries, and he’s scared you’ll deny.

“..M’ Dirty..” you mumble with a quiet voice and he sighs in relief a little at your response.

“don’t worry, I don’t mind.” he responds, and you’re visibly fighting a bit inside yourself, as he spots the way you chew on your dried and chapped lips a bit. “I promise I’ll keep you safe, okay? Nothing is gonna happen.” he tries again, keeping in mind the training they all went though prior to the raid they’ve done on this apartment. ’be patient. Keep reassuring. Better half a step forward than two steps back.’ Yoongi had lectured them, and he tries hard to follow his senior’s words.

It’s then that you move, and he instantly responds, carefully pulling you out the close with your blanket as well. “There we go.” he hums out, as you let yourself be held for a second. “You’re so strong. We’ll make it all better, promise.” he tells you again, before you nod into his shoulder- the sight of your home disappearing as he walks away from it with you in his arms.

Maybe he’s right.

Maybe.

Jimin:Bat-Luck(4)

In which you’re facing the world all on your own.

Tags/Warnings: black flying fox!Jimin, Black Cat! Reader, stigmatization, mentions of physical and mental therapy, this is my emotional support Jimin now, and trust me he will be yours too, mentions of past abuse (starvation, physical punishments, degradation, mild case of stockholm-syndrome, hoarding, neglect)

Additional Chapter Warnings: homelessness, mc feels hunted, anxiety, worried Jiminie :(

Chapter length: short/mid

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The world outside is a little scary, you won’t lie.

Especially at night, when everything is dipped in the glow of the numerous neon lights all around, it’s scary, because in a way, you like how it looks. It’s not nice, friendly, or inviting- but it’s at least honest. People pass you by without a second glance, uncaring and wrapped up in their own life’s problems. The only thing you avoid are things related to the police- especially now, after finding several small posters hung outside of stores informing people of your escape.

At least they don’t call you a criminal.

You stop at one of those posters, reading what’s below the picture of you.

’Please help find this young cat-hybrid.’

You wonder who in the police station had written this- or if it was a standard procedure just like everything else. You can’t really imagine someone going out their way to write that poster themselves. It’s probably just like every other one they put out.

’Due to trauma we advise not to directly confront! Please use caution and call 112 or report any sightings to your nearby police station as soon as possible.’

So you can’t be out in the open anymore, you think to yourself, before you notice someone standing next to you. You start to chew on your lip, hoping the dirtied rain parka you found in an alley last night gives you enough cover- but judging by his next words, it’s useless. He probably saw your face in the reflection if the window.

“why did you run off?” Dr. Min asks, voice low as always as he keeps his hands in his pockets. Probably to look less menacing- he’s trained in behaviors and all that after all. You don’t understand half of it, but then again, you didn’t ever study either.

“because you lied.” you answer quietly, watching how two young girls inside the small convenience store buy some snacks for themselves. “all of you.”

“about what?” he wonders, keeping his eyes close to you. He’s never looking directly, never putting pressure on you- but you know the others are probably close by, so there’s no use in running anyway.

“everything.” you mumble. “officer park said he’d keep me. He won’t.” you scoff, watching the girls pay before they laugh to one another. “you’ll just put me in the next available home and forget about me.” you say more or less to yourself- though Yoongi catches it clearly.

“who said that?” he squints his eyes a bit in confusion, and it’s the first genuine reaction you get out of him. You sink shrug- and he sighs. “you know I can’t let you go right now, right?” you visibly begin to try and become smaller, body loosing every bit of strength as you nod.

“Are they gonna arrest me now?” you worry quietly, and Yoongi can’t help but crack a little, chuckling as he shakes his head.

“they’re all at home, it’s in the middle of the night. I’m off-duty as well.” he explains. “I have a comfortable couch you can sleep on tonight, and tomorrow morning, we’ll talk about what happened.” he tells you, making you a bit confused.

“you’re not taking me to the station again?” you ask, and he shakes his head.

“no. I’m taking you inside there-” he points into the convenience store, “-so you can choose something to eat. Then well go to my apartment, you can wash up, and sleep.” he tells you, and you nod after a moment.

The next day however, there’s a knock on Yoongis door pretty early- and he’s ready to commit a felony against anyone who just stole hours of his precious off-day-sleep, when it’s Jimin who’s on the other side of the door. “They said you found her.” he asks worriedly, and Yoongi nods, running a hand over his tired face. He’d honestly almost forgotten you were here- you’re extremely quiet.

“Be careful though- yesterday she said something about you lying to her about keeping her.” he scolds. “not sure what you said to her, but it broke her trust.” he informs the bat-hybrid, who quietly walks around the sofa where you sleep on. You’re asleep, bundled up in a blanket, your tail wrapped around yourself, and he can’t help but watch for a moment.

He knows the decision he made was definitely the right one. He’d been tasked go take care of you- but he could only do so much in hus position. Something had to be done, and he hopes you understand.

He really hopes you don’t hate him.

Jimin:Bat-Luck(3)

In which you question the honesty in his actions towards you.

Tags/Warnings: black flying fox!Jimin, Black Cat! Reader, stigmatization, mentions of physical and mental therapy, this is my emotional support Jimin now, and trust me he will be yours too, mentions of past abuse (starvation, physical punishments, degradation, mild case of stockholm-syndrome, hoarding, neglect)

Additional Chapter Warnings: angst, misunderstandings, :(

Chapter Length: mid

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You’re not stupid.

Officer Park had been way too nice to begin with to be completely honest with it- there was no way he actually cared that much for a stranger like you just out of pure pity. And now, after all that shock and adrenaline has worn off completely, you start to see the real hints of what’s going on.

All the reports, questions, therapist visits- they’re just trying to get rid of you again.

It’s sadder than it should’ve been, for some reason. Maybe it’s your clingy nature that just got attached in the heat of the moment, or maybe it’s the fact that for a bit, everything seemed just so nice. Gentle touches, caring words, happy smiles and encouraging praise. It all left you more heartbroken than before- because now you’re just another stray again, waiting for someone to take you in again.

For another hell to begin.

You can’t be alone- you’re not as independent as officer Park or officer Jeon, who currently waves at you with a little grin on his face. Or maybe he’s got an owner? He seems nice enough- maybe you could live with him.

Someone like Jimin would never want you.

And it’s not just thoughts that want to pity or badmouth yourself- it’s because it’s realistic. He’s got a job, one that requires his full attention all day. And you’re a lot of work, still jumpy and scared of a lot of simple things. Someone like him doesn’t have time for a burden like you.

“Hey.” Jungkook squats down in front of where you sit on the bench near officer Park’s desk. “Jiminie is in a meeting, but he’ll be done soon. Do you need anything?” the shiba-Inu hybrid wonders, curled tail wagging a bit in a friendly manner before you politely shake your head. He seems to become a bit more serious at that, clearly having noticed your shift in behavior at this point. After all, he’s living with a former trauma victim- he knows how to pick up subtle signs by now.

You seem.. Detached. There’s no trace of any emotion in your face, as you simply sit there, no fear, no sadness, no longing eyes looking for Jimin around the office. Something’s off- and he needs to figure it out.

“are you okay?” he asks, and you nod- something he’d expected. “I see. I’ll tell Jimin to hurry.” he instead smiles, petting your head before you can protest about it. You watch as he knocks on the door of the meeting room where Jimin is sat in with his superior and Yoongi, before he enters and closes the door behind him. It’s hard to see through the cracks in the blinds, but it looks like the dog hybrid is talking to Jimin, the older officer’s eyes turning a bit more serious at whatever he’s telling him.

Are you in trouble?

You’re not sure, but your instincts instantly tell you to hide and find someplace away from all of this, best before he walks out the room and spots you.

The office building is rather large, and you’ve not explored anything yet- so you’re unsure where to go, what places could be best to hide. And it seems like luck is also not on your side either, as you hear Jimin’s voice in the distance. “you said she was waiting here? Where is she?” he seems angry.

Oh no.

You pick up your speed, leaving your shoes randomly in the hallway so you’re just on socks- you’ve learned that you’re way quieter this way, and considering you’ve got a bat and a dog hybrid on your tail, you need any advantage you can get.

It’s the staff toilets you walk in, closing the door behind you before you lock it. It’s not going to prove difficult for them to unlock it or break in, but it’ll buy you time at least- valuable seconds to think about your next steps. “Jimin!” Jungkook calls out- having probably found your shoes, as you hold your breath in the staff toilets. Maybe they won’t find you ins-

And then the door rattles.

“Kitten?” Jimin asks, and now your instincts are running on high speeds, taking over your entire body as adrenaline fills your veins. “It’s okay, everything’s fine!” he calls out, but you don’t hear it as the reassurance it is, but as a threat barked by Lady J back at your old home.

’Come here, kitty kitty.’ she’d say. ‘I just want to talk.’

You’re done playing nice however, as you climb up one of the stall doors, hurting your fingers as the door moves and catches them in between the hinge for a second, making you hiss- but there’s no time to loose. The tiny window is easily slid open- and you somehow maneuver yourself to grab onto the ledge, socked feet struggling to find any grip on the wall as your tail thrashes around, desperate to hold any balance. It’s when you hear someone harshly banging on the door that your ears flatten against your skull.

They’re trying to break in now.

You squeeze yourself out the window, scratching open your shoulder on a loosened screw, before you drop down into the bushes below, a harsh landing not even slightly softened by the foliage and plants, knocking the air out of you for a good second, before you regain control over your limbs again.

And not a moment too early it seems, as the door opens inside the room above, both officer’s boots now moving around before you can hear Jungkooks urgent voice. “Jimin, there!” he says, and before you can even think twice, you run off into the foresty area behind the police office, uncaring of the twigs biting at your ankles.

This- this was finally freedom.

Not whatever lies they’ve been trying to feed you inside that place.

Deep blue vibes

Jimin aesthetics

Pairing : reader x jungkook

Genre: angst (i guess), fluff

Request: Hello love! First I’d like to say I LOVE your writing. And second, could you make a scenario where Jungkook gets jealous cause you are super close with Jimin? Thank you love!❤️ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

you walked into the bts practice room carrying 7 coffees in your arms. as soon as everyone saw you they rushed over to you taking a cup away.

“jimin-ah this is for you i know it’s your favourite” you smiled at him while handing his coffee over. he took it from you and you both did your special handshake.

jungkook stood at the back of the boys watching the exchange go on. you walked over to him with his coffee in his hand.

“hey babe, here”

you handed over the cup and he took it without saying a word. you stood there not understanding what was wrong with him. jimin walked over to you and put his arm around your shoulders. he pulled out his phone and started showing you pictures he’d taken of a puppy. you threw your head back laughing at one of the puppies falling of a chair and toppling onto his head. jimin was also laughing when you felt a hand grab your arm.

“jungkook, hey, what are you doing?” you spluttered out trying to regain your balance.

“do you like jimin that much” he asked turning around to face you once you were out of the room.

“what?” your eyes scanned jungkook’s face trying to understand what was going on. he was looking you straight in the eyes and his jaw was clenched. you could practically see steam coming out of his ears.

“well if you like him so much you should maybe just date him?”

“jungkook seriously what’s this about?” you grabbed onto his arm trying to calm your boyfriend down.

“all you ever do is sit with him and laugh and look at each other’s phones, i don’t know you guys just look very close”

“oh my god are you …. jealous?” you tried to hold back your laughter as everything clicked in your brain. immediately jungkook avoided you gaze and scratched the back of his neck.

“wha… no what are you talking ab… no i’m not jealous… i just you know” he awkwardly took a sip of his coffee but started choking slightly.

“oh my god you’re so cute” you laughed and pinched his cheek. “i can’t believe you’re actually jealous of jimin aah my boyfriend is the cutest”

you leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. he gave a little laugh as his ears turned red and he pulled you in for a hug resting his chin on the top of your head.

“honestly jungkook’s you know i love you you’re the one i’m dating after all”

“i know i know” he hummed.

tee

my favorite video of joonie my (our) baby can sing ‍♀️

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.”

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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.”

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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.”

—

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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.”

—

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make it three | eleven

⨽ summary: everything made sense to you, until it didn’t. you expected the name of your soulmate to appear on your shoulder the day you turned twenty one. and on the day of your twenty first birthday, that happened, but instead of one name, there were three.

⨽ pairing: vminkook x reader

⨽ genre: fluff , soulmate au , slow burn (?)

⨽ warnings: none

⨽ word count: 1.9k

⨽ a/n: how do you actually play overwatch?

“And we’re here.” Jimin softly sang, looking out the window at their apartment complex. “Can you wake y/n up?" 

Taehyung nodded before gently shaking your body. "Wakey, wakey, y/n.”

“Wake up, princess,” Jungkook whispered, tapping your cheeks. “Hm?” You groaned, opening your eyes. 

‘We’re here, princess. You can sleep more in our place.“ Jimin smiled at you before opening the door once it had parked in the parking garage. 

"We don’t need masks or anything like that?” You asked, rubbing your eyes, and they laughed. “We don’t really need to, but if you want to, take this,” Jungkook put the cap on your head.

“Let’s go. We don’t want anyone to see us or y/n,” Jimin chuckled before hopping out. And you finally got out after him. 

“Hm, we need to fix the cap. Can’t afford to let anyone see you,” Jungkook said, coming out after you. 

“Can I?” He asked. You weren’t sure of what he was asking permission for, but you just nodded, too sleepy to give it thought. 

Jungkook smiled before pulling down the cap and wrapping his arms around you, burying your head in his chest. 

“I’ll let you go once we’re in the elevator, okay?” He whispered while Jimin and Taehyung chuckled. 

’Are they clowning me?’ You thought to yourself. ’Or do we actually have to hide from the public eye?’

“Come on, let’s go in." 

—

"So this is where you guys live?” You asked as the four of you walked through the corridor. “Yup." 

"I’ve passed this building a lot of times. It looks just as good from the inside,” you giggled. “You think? Ah, there’s Minho Hyung!” Taehyung smiled. 

You looked in the direction where Taehyung was pointing. “Is that Minho from Shinee?” Your eyes widened. 

“So you know K-pop idols?” Jimin chuckled. “I know some K-pop idols. I just don’t know a lot,” you huffed. 

“Hyung!” Taehyung called.

“Now we actually have to hide you,” Jungkook said, pulling down the cap and pushing you behind him.

“Ah, Taehyung-ah. How are you?” Minho asked. “Hello to you, too. And the person you’re clearly hiding.”

“Hey,” Jimin bowed. “Uh, we’ll head inside and let the two of you talk.”

Taehyung nodded before turning to his friend. “We live in the same building and on the same floor, but we rarely see each other.”

“I’m guessing it’s because of your busy schedule,” Minho said, flashing him a smile. “Congratulations on your success, Taehyung-ah.”

“Thank you, Hyung. But I think we don’t see each other because of your schedule too. I’m pretty sure you’re just as busy as I am,” he chuckled. 

“Hm, I guess you’re right. You guys are preparing for a comeback, right?” Mingo asked, and Taehyung shrugged. “Don’t know. Maybe we are. Maybe we aren’t." 

"Okay. I’ll find out soon,” Minho said, winking at him. Anyway, who was Jungkook hiding?“ Minho asked. 

"Ah, that’s our soulmate.” Taehyung smiled. 

Inside their apartment, you followed Jimin and Jungkook to the living room. 

“Why did you guys hide me from Minho?” You frowned. “Hm, because we don’t want anyone to see yet. Even if it is an idol friend,” Jimin told you, sitting down.

“Is that even a valid excuse? It’s not he’s going to tell the public who I am and what I look like. I wanted to meet him,” you frowned. 

“What’re you? A fan of Shinee? Are you a Shawol? Jungkook asked. "I wouldn’t say I’m a Shawol, but I occasionally listen to their music. It would’ve been nice to speak to him.”

“You can talk to him another time, y/n,” Jimin said.

“Do you know if any other famous idols live here?” You asked. “When did you realise he lived here?’

"Actually, as surprising as it is, many famous people live here. Celebrities, actors, actresses, idols. You bump into a lot of those kinds of people." 

"Really? Is that we didn’t need to hide when we came in?” You asked. “We didn’t really have to hide, princess. We had to hide you.” Jungkook chuckled, causing you to frown. “So you guys weren’t teasing me?" 

"Nah, we were. You being half asleep made it funnier,” Jungkook laughed. 

“We were teasing at first, but then we realised it would be better to keep you hidden from anyone other than us,” Jimin told you before flicking your cheek.

“I need to prepare for some questions,” Taehyung said, walking into the living. “Done talking to Minho Hyung?” Jimin asked, and he nodded. “Yup.”

“Anway, why do you need to prepare for some questions?” Jungkook asked. “Ah, I told Hyung that the person you were hiding was our soulmate.”

“Heh?" 

"Yeah, now I need to prepare for the number of texts the other Hwarang Hyungs will send me once Minho tells them,” Taehyung sighed, sitting next to Jimin. “Anyway, what do you you guys want to do?" 

"Hm… y/n, are you still sleepy?” Jimin asked. “Hm, not really. I’m actually pretty hungry, though.”

“Should we order or make something to eat?” Jungkook asked. “I don’t mind cooking." 

"We’ve been ordering a lot of food this week. Why don’t we cook instead?” Taehyung offered. “Are you okay with us cooking, y/n?" 

"I’m okay with anything. As long as I get to eat, I’m good." 

"Alright, we can make Jjigae or how about Bulgogi?” Jungkook asked, getting up from the couch.

(Jjigae - Korean stew)

“We had bulgogi the other day, so how about Jjigae? Kimchi Jjigae?” Jimin said. “Come on, you two. Let’s go make something to eat.”

“Doesn’t it take time to make Jjigae thought?” You asked, following Jimin and Taehyung to the kitchen.

“Not if all of us help make it.”

“Alright, I’ll marinate the pork belly with the rice wine and ground black pepper. Jimin, baby, can you please cool the kimchi. Uh, Tae, you can slice the brown onions and mushrooms. We already have sliced tofu. y/n will help the green onions when she’s done with the base,” Jungkook said as he washed his hands. 

“Princess, are you okay with making the base?” He asked you. “I don’t mind." 

"Alright, let’s get to work.”

—

“Hm, thank you, Kook.” Taehyung hummed as he took a bite of his food.

“Why are you guys thanking me? You helped me make it,” Jungkook chuckled before picking up his chopsticks. 

“What should we do when we’re done eating? There’s still a lot of time before we should take y/n home,” Jimin asked. 

“Hm, we can watch a couple of movies.” You told him. “Or we can play some games.”

“Yeah, games are a must. We can play some overwatch or COD,” Jungkook smirked. “Ah, yes. I’d like to redeem myself-" 

"You won’t be able to redeem yourself if you’ll play against him in Overwatch or COD,” Taehyung chuckled. “You’ll get embarrassed.”

“You think I don’t know how to play?” You asked, putting down your spoon and folding your arms over your chest. 

“You sucked at simple arcade games, princess. How will you beat me in a game these two can’t? Any they actually know how to play it,” Jungkook asked, leaning forward and resting his chin in the palm of his hand. 

“Fine. Jimin and Taehyung can teach me the basics of the game. Once I know it, I’ll be able to win and prove myself.”

“Let’s bet on it, princess. If I win, you’ll grant me a wish, and if you win, vice versa, okay?” Jungkook offered, and you hummed in response. 

“Deal.”

The four of you finished eating rather quickly so that Taehyung and Jimin could teach you the basics of Overwatch.

They spent almost an hour helping you while Jungkook lounged in their room, waiting for you to be done. 

“Good luck, y/n. Someone needs to bring this boy down for once. We’re rooting for you!” Jimin said. 

“Do you think you’re ready to play? Or do you want us to help you some more?” Taehyung asked.

“I think you’ve given her enough training time. Don’t worry… I haven’t played in a while, so I might be a little rusty,” Jungkook said, sitting on the cushion next to you. 

“Team, or do you want it 1v1?” He asked. 

“Hey, how will team versus team be fair?” Jimin frowned. “Just play 1v1. She’ll use my account to verse you." 

"Wait, but how will you play 1v1 using the tv? Doesn’t y/n need to play off another device? It doesn’t work like Fifa, where we have a player(team) one and player(team) two,” Taehyung said.

“I think they’ll have to play in the game room?” Jimin said, but it sounded more like a question. “Game room? You guys have a game room?” You asked, and they nodded. 

“Yup. now let’s go so I can beat you!” Jungkook exclaimed, getting up, almost skipping away. 

“How many rooms do you guys have?” You asked as you followed them to their game room. 

“This is a three-bedroom apartment. We turned the bigger spare into our game room since we game a lot in our free time,” Jimin told you. 

“That’s so cool,” you muttered. 

“Will you three hurry up? I need my wish to be granted!” Jungkook exclaimed, causing you to chuckle. 

“That’s our soulmate,” Taehyung smiled. “He already thinks he’s going to win.”

“We’re coming!" 

Once you were sitting down in front of one of the monitors, Jungkook turned to you with a smile.

"May the best soulmate win.”

—

“Unbelievable…" 

Jimin gasped as he looked at your monitor. You, too, were surprised to see the gold capitalised words: victory on your screen. 

"No, no, no, no!” Jungkook whined. taking off his headsets. “How is this possible? What?”

“Jungkook got beaten? y/n actually beat Jungkook?” Taehyung asked with wide eyes. “Seems so…”

“I won!” You exclaimed. “I actually won!" 

"This isn’t fair! This is beginners’ luck! Let’s play for two more rounds, please?" 

"No~ Our deal was for one round and one round only. We play more rounds for fun,” you told him. “But later, these games aren’t my kind of thing.”

“Well done, princess!” Jimin said, raising his hand to give you a high five. “It usually takes us a lot of rounds to beat Jungkook in 1v1. You did it one go!”

“Beginners luck…” Jungkook muttered. “Beginners luck.”

“Accept defeat, baby. Let’s just go and watch a movie,” Taehyung said. 

“First, let me grant whatever wish y/n has,” Jungkook sighed. “What do you want to wish for?”

“Hm,” you hummed, rubbing your chin as if you were in deep thought. “I’ll think about it.”

Jungkooks mouth fell open. “Nah, you don’t even know what you want to wish for? Come on, y/n.~”

“What would you have wished for if you won, huh?” Jimin chuckled, placing a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. 

Jungkook blushed and looked down at his lap. He had a wish in mind, but he wasn’t sure if it really counted as one. 

“Come on. What were you going to ask for, hm?" 

"I-I would’ve asked for another date." 

"Of course, that would’ve been your wish,” Taehyung chuckled. “We can y/n out on a date sometime next week, Kookie.”

“Where do you think we should take her?” Jungkook asked. “We can think about that later. Let’s go watch some movies. y/n’s probably waiting for us in the living room." 

"Wait, do we have any microwaveable popcorn? Do we have snacks?” Jimin asked, and they shrugged. 

“We should have some snacks. Not sure about popcorn, though,” Taehyung frowned.

“Well, we’ll see once we get to the kitchen.”

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make it three | ten

⨽summary: everything made sense to you, until it didn’t. you expected the name of your soulmate to appear on your shoulder the day you turned twenty one. and on the day of your twenty first birthday, that happened, but instead of one name, there were three.

⨽pairing: vminkook x reader

⨽genre: fluff , soulmate au , slow burn (?)

⨽warnings: none

⨽word count: 1.5k

⨽a/n: beginning to become a bit fluffy i think :)

It had been almost two weeks since you went on your first date with your soulmates. And the three idols were rather upset that they didn’t get to see you often due to their schedules.

“What’s our schedule for next week looking like?” Jimin asked with a sigh.

“We’re actually free next week!” Hoseok cheered, causing their eyes to widen.

“The whole week?” Jungkook asked, and Namjoon nodded. “Yup. I can finally spend some time with Jaymi.”

“Have you not spent enough time with her? Jaymi has been coming during practices, and you’re almost always at her place. I’m beginning to wonder how Dispatch hasn’t caught you yet,” Yoongi huffed.

“That’s because everyone thinks I can’t drive,” Namjoon chuckled before taking a sip of his coffee.

“Oh my gosh! Since we’re off next week, we can finally see y/n, too!” Taehyung cheered, clapping his hands. “We should ask her if she’s got anytime next week.”

“Have any of you guys seen their soulmate?” Hoseok asked.

“I have. I’ve talked to y/n too. The girl seems like a sweetheart.” Jin said, causing Taehyung to send him a glare. “Lucky. I was hoping to talk to her, but Taehyung ended their call before I got to see or hear her.”

“So her name is y/n?” Namjoon asked, causing Jin to gasp. “You haven’t told the others her name?”

“How long did it take for Namjoon to reveal what Jaymi Noona looked like? He wouldn’t tell us her name, either.” Jungkook said, raising his brow.

“I was shy, okay?”

“Why would you be shy off showing us who your soulmate is?” Yoongi asked. “I’d show my soulmate off.”

“As if. You’d take the longest to give us any information on that person,” Jimin laughed. “Anyway, why don’t we call y/n once we get home? Isn’t she in the middle of a class right now?”

“Yeah, she’s supposed to be in the middle of a Sociology lecture,” Jungkook said.

“You guys know her timetable?” Jin asked with wide eyes, and Taehyung hummed in response. “We didn’t know it off by heart, but we have it.”

“Is that not… weird?” Yoongi frowned, causing Namjoon to chuckle. “Nope. When Jaymi was still working time, I had a timetable of when her shifts were.”

“That’s flipping weird.”

“I honestly think it’s cute. I can’t wait to find my soulmate,” Hoseok sighed. “Me too, Hobi.”

“Wait, are we done for the day too?” Jungkook suddenly asked. “You know your soulmate’s timetable, but you don’t know your own?” Yoongi scoffed, causing Jungkook to send him a glare.

“I know our timetable, hyung. It’s almost always changing.”

“Yes. We have the rest of the day off, Jungkook.” Jin told him, giving him a small smile.

“Jiminie! Tae! Why don’t we go to y/n’s school and pick her up?” Jungkook asked as he checked the time. “If we leave now, we’ll get there just before her class ends!”

“You’re right. Let’s do that!” Taehyung said, getting up from his seat. “Let’s not tell her we’re coming. I want it to kind of be a surprise.”

“Look at how excited they’ve become,” Namjoon chuckled. “They suddenly gained all their energy when they realised they’d finally get to see their soulmate.”

The four other members watched as the soulmates grabbed their things and rushed to the door.

“Shut up, Namjoon. You were just and still are the same when it comes to Jaymi!” Jimin exclaimed before closing the door.

—

“Mingyu and I are going on a date tonight! That should honestly make my Friday ten times flipping better.” Yeonjun groaned as the two of you walked out of your Criminal Law lecture.

“You haven’t been able to go on dates because he’s been busy with work, right?” You asked, and he hummed in response.

“Yup! So I’m happy we finally get to spend some time together,” he cheered, causing you to sigh.

“I wonder when’s the next time I get to see the guys. As far as I know, we won’t be seeing each other for a while since their schedules are packed.”

“Ah, that’s right… your soulmates are flipping kpop idols…” Yeonjun muttered. “Don’t worry, babe. I’m sure you’ll see them soon!”

“Hopefully, I will. Anyway, what do you and Mingyu plan to do?” You asked. “Also, where are we supposed to meet Yuna?”

“Hm, probably a movie night? I don’t want much, hey… Just some time together. And uh, we’re supposed to meet up with Yuna at the entrance.” Yenjun told you, checking his phone to make sure he was correct.

“I’m so happy it’s Friday,” you sighed.

This week had been a bit stressful, and you just wanted to get home and rest.

“Friday~ Friday~ Fri- Oh, who’s calling?” You muttered. “Junnie? Be a dear and take my phone out of my backpack?”

Yeonjun groaned before opening your backpack and taking out your phone.

“Who’s calling?”

“Uh, Jungkook. Damn, you saved your soulmates with their names?” Yeonjun asked, handing you your phone. “Yeah… is there a problem with that?” You frowned.

“Pick up the call, sweetie. We’ll talk about this later.” You eyed him weirdly before answering the call.

“y/n~” Jungkook sang, causing you to smile. “Jungkook~ What’s up?”

“What’re you doing? Like right now?” He asked. “I just got out of class with Yeonjun, and we’re on our way to the entrance to find Yuna. What about you guys? Just finished practice?”

“Nope. We’re looking for you.” This time it was Taehyung that spoke. “Looking for me? What do you mean looking for me?”

“We were given the rest of today off, and we came here hoping to see you. We’re parked in a parking lot, where there weren’t many students around,” Jimin told you.

“You guys wouldn’t have seen me if you’re parked there. I’ll come there right now. Uh, how should I know it’s you guys?” You asked, picking up your pace.

“When we see you, we’ll hoot. - And I’ll stick my hand out and wave!”

“Alright. I’ll see you three in a bit,” you said before ending the call.

“Looks like somebody will get to see her soulmates after all,” Yeonjun teased, causing you to playfully roll your eyes.

“You looked so disappointed earlier. Thought it’d be long before you’d see those boys again, but look at you! All smiles and stuff.~”

“Yeonjun… shut up, will you?” You groaned, and he laughed. “There’s a lot more teasing to come, babe.”

You let out a sigh and shook your head. “Anyway, so what do you think we should get for lunch? Yuna- shoot! The three of us had plans!” You muttered before looking at your friend.

Yeonjun smiled. “It’s okay. You see us too often to turn down once in a while chance you get to see those guys. I’ll tell Yuna.”

You smiled before giving him a hug. “Thanks, Junnie. See you guys whenever!” You exclaimed before running out the entrance.

“y/n! There you are- did she run past me like that?” Yuna frowned as she watched your figure disappear.

“Her soulmates are here. So she’s going to spend time with them.” Yeonjun suddenly said, appearing behind her. “It’s hard to believe she was upset earlier.”

“What the heck, Yeonjun? Don’t do that!” Yuna exclaimed, clutching her chest as she tried to calm her beating heart.

“Sorry, babe. Anyway, Let’s go get food, shall we?”

—

“Where are they? Where are they?” You asked yourself once you reached the parking lot.

“Let me give them a call-” *Honk*

You quickly looked up, and in the distance was a black SUV with a hand sticking out of the window and waving at you.

“y/n!” You couldn’t help but laugh before making your way to the car.

The door slid open, just wide enough for you to get in. “Come!” Taehyung whispered-yelled, extending his hand for you to take.

As soon as you were pulled in, the door was quickly closed behind you.

“y/n!” Jungkook exclaimed, shifting aside, creating space for you to sit. “Sit here. Between Tae and I.”

“Hey, Jungkook. Hey guys…”

“Gosh, you don’t know how much we were dying to see you again,” Jimin smiled. “Mhm!” Taehyung agreed.

“I think our hyungs were tired of us constantly asking what our schedule looks like even though we know,” Jungkook chuckled. “Anyway, how was your day?”

“The same…”

“This week was tiring, huh?” Taehyung asked, and you hummed in response. “I feel exhausted, and I just want to rest.”

“Hm… do you want to go over to our place?” Jimin suddenly asked, causing his boyfriends to look at him wide-eyed. ’Huh?’

“Our plan was to go somewhere. But since you’re tired, we can just chill there. Unless you’re not comfortable with that yet…”

“Anything is fine. As long as I’m with you three… I don’t mind,” you softly chuckled before closing your eyes as you got comfortable. “Anything… is fine. As long as I’m with you…”

The three males couldn’t help but smile as they watched you slowly fall asleep.

‘You must’ve been super tired, huh?“ Taehyung whispered, gently moving your head to rest on his shoulder. "Mhm.”

“Is this okay?” He asked, and you nodded.

Taehyung hesitantly wrapped an arm around you before pulling you closer.

’You two look cute,’ Jimin mouthed before turning to the front.

“Hyung… to our place, please.”

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make it three | nine

⨽summary: everything made sense to you, until it didn’t. you expected the name of your soulmate to appear on your shoulder the day you turned twenty one. and on the day of your twenty first birthday, that happened, but instead of one name, there were three.

⨽pairing: vminkook x reader

⨽genre: fluff , soulmate au , slow burn (?)

⨽warnings: none ( i think)

⨽word count: 1.1k

⨽a/n: i kinda hate this part. i’ll probably improve it later lol.

“Tell me why those three have been staring into the distance with stupid smiles on their faces?” Yoongi asked as he looked at the lost looking members.

“They went out with their soulmate yesterday. I guess something must’ve happened. Like a kiss or something,” Jin chuckled. 

“Reminds me of how Namjoon. He was like this when he and Jaymi Noona started going out,” Hoseok chuckled. “Yeah, but I’m better. This is three times worse than I was. Literally.”

Finally, snapping out of his thoughts, Taehyung let out a sigh. "Did I act like this when the other two kissed me on my cheek?" 

"A kiss on the cheek!? Acting like this because of a kiss on the cheek?”

“You wouldn’t understand. It’s from a soulmate,” Namjoon told him. “And to answer your question. No. You guys did act out of it. A lot, actually, but it wasn’t to this extent. I think it’s because the three of you were already close before you found out you were soulmates.”

“I can’t wait to see her again,” Jungkook sighed. “Me too, Kook.”

“Unlucky for you, our schedule is packed this weekend and next week. Good luck trying to meet up with your soulmate again,” Yoongi grumbled, causing the three to frown.

“Yoongi!” Jin exclaimed. “What?”

“Don’t worry, guys. I’m sure you’ll be able to see her again soon!" 

-

"So… how was it?” Yuna asked. “Yeah! I texted you last night. Heck, I even called, but you never picked up!” Yeonjun whined. 

“It was good. Beat the boys in a dance game, but then Jungkook redeemed himself in a shooting game. I also discovered that they suck at claw machines,” you chuckled. 

“So… did anything happen?” Yuna asked, wiggling her eyebrows. “Yeah, like a kiss or something…”

“If she kissed one of them, I bet you it was Jimin!” Yeonjun scoffed. “Just because she met him first doesn’t mean he’s the one who’s going to take her first kiss. I bet you it’s Jungkook-”

“It was literally our first date! I didn’t kiss any of them! Actually, I did… but it was on the cheek and…, and they had their masks on,” you told them as a pink tint spread on your cheeks.

“Now, why would you do that?” Yuna asked with wide eyes. “Why didn’t you pull their masks down, huh? At least one of them?" 

"I couldn’t have possibly done that. I don’t even know how I mustered up the courage to kiss the guys on their cheeks!” Yeonjun let out a sigh as he sunk into his seat. “You’re hopeless. Way worse than I was." 

"What? You had one soulmate. I have three,” you grumbled. “Such a comparison is unfair." 

"When do you think the next time you guys will go out is?” Yuna asked. “I don’t know, honestly. The guys are idols, and I’m sure they’ve got busy schedules. It’ll honestly depend on the next time they’re free." 

"Next time you go out, make a bolder move, babe. Like hold hands or- wait, did you even hold hands with any of them?” Yeonjun asked, and you slowly shook your head. “No…" 

"Oh my gosh, and here we were thinking you would’ve already kissed them-" 

"Come on! It was our first date. Why would you think that?” You groaned. “It was my first time going on a date…" 

"Fine, but who do you actually think will be your first kiss-" 

"We will not talk about that!" 

-

"I’ve just gotten in,” you told him as you kicked off your shoes before closing the door behind you.

Taehyung had decided to give you a call just before you reached your apartment door. 

“Good. How was your day?” he asked. “Hm, it was good. I didn’t have many lectures to attend today,” you said, making your way to your bedroom. “You? How was your day?" 

"It was good too. We didn’t have dance practice today.”

“Do you not like your dance practices?” You asked with a chuckle. “Hm, not always. Sometimes it’s nice, but it can be really tiring. I just want to go on holiday,” Taehyung softly whined.

You let out a soft sigh as you plopped onto your bed. “When do you think you’ll get a break?”

“Not anytime soon. We’re preparing for our comeback… so yeah- Tae? Who are you on the phone with?” Your brows furrowed in confusion at the new voice. It didn’t sound like any of your other soulmates, so it was probably one of his members.

“With my soulmate- Oh? The one you just found?. Switch to video call. I wanna see her!" 

"Sorry, y/n. Is it okay if we switch to video call? One of my older members would like to see you,” Taehyung asked. “Yeah, sure.”

“Hi,” you waved as soon as the call switched to video. “Hi.”

“Aye, look at you taking screenshots,” the male behind Taehyung chuckled. “Hyung…”

“Hi, there, pretty. My name’s Seokjin. Kim Seokjin but everyone just calls me Jin. Nice to meet you,” he introduced himself. “Nice to meet you too, Jin. My name’s y/n." 

"You know, your soulmates were so out of it today. They kept staring into nothing with stupid smiles on their faces-" 

"Hyung…” Taehyung interrupted, sending his friend a glare but Jin didn’t seem fazed by it at all. “Because you kissed them on the cheek. What made it funnier was all of them were out of it.” Jin laughed, which also caused you to laugh. 

“Stop embarrassing us, hyung.”

“It’s not embarrassing, Tae. I’m sure y/n find it cute. Don’t you y/n?” Jin asked. “I do find it cute, actually,” you giggled, causing Taehyung to blush. “Awe, you’re blushing.~" 

"Can you let us talk in peace?” He groaned, which only made Jin laugh. “I can’t wait to do this to you when you find your soulmate.”

“Pfft, as if I’d let you. Y- Jin, hyung! Where are you? I need your help!”

“Yes, go to wherever you’re needed and leave us alone,” Taehyung grumbled, causing you to giggle. 

“Fine. It was nice talking to you, y/n. Let me do what this kid wants and leave you two alone. Bye, pretty~” Jin sang. “Bye, Jin." 

"Flipping, finally,” Taehyung muttered before giving you a smile. “Sorry about that. He likes to tease us sometimes." 

"It’s okay. Yuna and Junnie are like that too-”

“Oooh, who you’re on the phone with?” A new voice said. “I swear to God… why won’t you guys talk to y/n in peace?” Taehyung groaned, and you giggled. “y/n? Your soulmate? The one guys were gushing over? Oh, can I see her?”

“Oh my God! Remind me to never call you when I’m at the dorm, okay?" 

"Okay,” you said with a laugh. ‘Looks like having him and the other two as my  soulmates is going to be eventful.’

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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.

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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

Fall together

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Genre: fluff, angst, best friends to lovers au

Warning: Swearing, smoking, mature content(no smut tho)

Synopsis: Jimin decides to kiss his bestfriend who he was in love with not knowing if she felt the same way.

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Jimin sat on the terrace, the rain pouring down on him, the drops of water falling fast and hard on his back, his body drenched to the bone. He didn’t flinch when the rain drops fell on him, he had adjusted to the pain.

The cigarette he had been smoking earlier was nothing more than ash now, too drenched to keep burning. He recalled the events of today as he lifted his chin up, feeling the rain drops pouring on him.

Yn pushed up against the wall, her chest against his own, his lips descending upon her, hot and needy tongues meeting to dance together, his hands on her hips and hers around his neck, holding onto him while he devoured her. She had moaned for him, the sound so sinfully beautiful, it had him hooked; and then she had pulled away from him, cheeks red and eyes shaky, lips swollen and panting. Breathless as she opened the closet door and walked out, putting on a facade as she joined the rest of the group as if nothing happened.

He wondered how long she’d play with him, how long she’d pretend like his feelings didn’t exist, he was putting everything on the line for her and here she was, refusing to accept the fact that he was in love with her.

He knew why she was pretending, she didn’t want to throw away years of friendship for one chance at being something more. He knew there was no going back from here, no going back to the way thing were, he never planned on going back either.

He didn’t think he could stand being just friends with her anymore, he couldn’t stand around, watching as others try and maybe even succeed in taking what he wanted the most in his life away from him.

He had hoped that she’d push him away, stop him, tell hi this was not what she wanted, give him a clear fucking sign that she didn’t want him, he didn’t want to be given hope if he didn’t have a chance with her. And yet she had strung him along, making him think that he did have a chance when she had let him kiss her like THAT.

Now he didn’t know how to feel, he wanted to hear her moan again, wanted to feel the euphoric high that kissing her made him feel, and at the same time, he didn’t know if he could do this anymore. What if she didn’t like him like that, what if she left, what if she decided he wasn’t worth it. It worried him, the though of her leaving.

He hear the door to the terrace swing open, he didn’t turn around, knowing who it was already. “Why are you here?” he asked her, he couldn’t bring himself to not care, it had become a habit.

“I was looking for you” she answered, walking closer so her umbrella could shade him from the rain. “Why??” he asked, pulling himself onto his feet. “Why not” she shrugged as he took the umbrella from her so they both would be covered, her small height wasn’t ideal for this.

“Why do you do this to me?” he groaned as she pulled out a napkin from her pocket, dabbing at his face. “Do what?” she asked, genuinely confused as to what she was doing that was driving Jimin up the wall.

“This!” He said as he pointed to the space between the two of them. “How long will you keep stringing me along?, how long will you keep pretending like I’m not right next to you proclaiming my love for every chance I can ?” he demanded as he dropped the umbrella, pacing around as he spoke, never giving Yn a chance to say anything.

“I’m not pretending” Yn said quietly, almost too quietly but Jimin still heard, “Then why don’t you just tell me if falling for you is waste of my time, am I just riling myself up for heartbreak Yn?” he asked, stopping right in front of her to grab her shoulders.

“Should I give up?” he asked as he stood infront of her, she reached out to push his wet hair out of his face, “Come back downstairs, you’ll fall sick if you’re here” she said as she turned around to leave.

But Jimin was not ready to let this go, not today at least, “how long will you keep putting it off Yn, just tell me if I should give up and I will” he pleaded gripping onto her wrist to stop her from leaving , she didn’t say anything, moving his hand from her wrist into her hand, pulling him with her, the umbrella forgotten

as she dragged him into the warmth of the building.

“Answer me please” he pleaded as he followed after her, his hand still in hers, she ignored his words, making her way down to Jimin’s apartment.

She unlocked the door, dragging him inside his bedroom before coming to a halt. Her hair and clothes stuck to her body from the rain, hugging each curve like it was meant to.

“Go take a shower, you’ll fall sick” She demanded, pulling out clothes from the closet for the two of them, “Yn you can’t do that, you can’t pretend to care and then refuse to answer me” Jimin huffed as he grabbed the clothes from Yn’s hands, spinning her around to look at him, desperation in his eyes.

“But I’m not pretending to care” she replied, looking up into his eyes, it hurt that Jimin thought she was pretending to care, there had never been a time when she hadn’t cared, she always cared about him.

He looked at her, searching for any insincerity, anything that would make him love her less and yet, he found nothing, all he found was genuine affection, a tenderness that he had fallen for a long time ago, it just made him love her more and it hurt to love her more, not knowing if she accepted his love or not was a risk h had planned to take, but it was still hard.

“Are my feelings a joke to you?” Jimin finally snapped, he was tired of playing this game, trying to get her to realize that he wanted more, that he wanted to love as more than her best friend.

“Why do you do this? How could say things like that and expect me to not fall in love? why do you not realize that I am in love with you? And that kiss, that freaking kiss, why the hell did you not pull away, why didn’t you tell me to stop? Why do you keep giving me hope that I actually have a chance with you? Why do you keep making me fall if you’re not going to fall with me?” Jimin yelled in one single breath as Yn stared at him, his heart pounding and out of breath.

“Not falling? NOT FALLING? ARE YOU INSANE PARK JIMIN? HOLY FUCK! NOT FALLING?? YOU GO AHEAD AND CALL ME OBLIVIOUS AND ALL BUT WHAT ABOUT YOU - YOU FUCKING HYPOCRITE, DO YOU HAVE ANY CLUE HOW HARD I FELL? I’M NOT READY TO GIVE AWAY NEARLY A DECADE OF FRIENDSHIP FOR LITERALLY ONE CHANCE AT SOMETHING MORE, WE HAVE SO MUCH TO LOSE YOU ASSHOLE, THERE IS NO GOING BACK ONCE WE TIP OVER THE EDGE. DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO PRETEND TO NOT KNOW THAT YOU HAVE FEELINGS FOR ME?? I NEARLY CONFESSED LIKE 9 TIMES IN THE PAST 10 DAYS AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO YELL AT ME, WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE HUH? AND THAT KISS, THAT FREAKING KISS, I DIDN’T STOP YOU BECAUSE I WANTED IT AS MUCH AS YOU DID, HOW THE HELL DO YOU WANT ME TO ASK YOU TO STOP WHEN MY TONGUE IS SHOVED DOWN YOUR THROAT??” she yelled back as Jimin slowly backed away from her as tears streamed down her already wet cheeks.

Well that certainly backfired, Jimin thought as he tried to process everything she had yelled, waiiitttt, did she just say she fell?, “Wait did you just say you fell, like fell in love?” Jimin asked a fuming Yn.

“Boy, I will crack you like a glowstick if you tell me you didn’t listen to a word I’ve been saying” Yn hissed, but Jimin was too busy making his way forward to take heed of the threat, pushing her up against the closet door, caging her in between before capturing her lips with his own, he felt euphoria all over again.

“I’ve been waiting so fucking long for this” He whispered, pulling away from her, their damp bodies pressed against each other as he looked down into her eyes.

“Jimin we can’t” Yn pleaded as she reached up to caress his face, her palm soft against his stubble, “Why not, I fucking love you, so why the fuck not?” Jimin asked, no, begged. “There’s too much to lose, it could go so wrong JImin, it could destroy both of us” she mumbled as he brushed his nose against hers.

Jimin pulled away, looking down at her, “You really think I didn’t think of that? I thought of it every night, I thought of it everytime I saw you, I weighted everything before I decided that I’m willing to risk it all, you’re worth the risk Yn, our friendship is

worth the risk because I can’t see myself being just friends with you”. He retorted, Jimin had never lied to Yn and he was never going to, he was going to tell her everything he felt.

“You know what fuck this shit” Yn groaned, grabbing him by the collar and latching her lips to his, Jimin was very happy to oblige, quickly taking control.

Their tongues danced in harmony, what started as a sweet kiss, prolonging into a heated make-out session, what dragged Yn out of the daze was the coldness of Jimin’s shirt against her skin. She quickly pulled away, earning a whine from him, “Go shower, you’ll fall sick” she demanded, pushing him off her and shoving the clothes she had pulled out into his hands.

“Care to join me sweetheart?”he teased as she tugged on her wet shirt, “Woahh, slow down chim, you shower in a temperature that is more than the boiling water of hell, so no thank you” she answered, turning away from him to search through the closet for a shirt for herself. Jimin pouted like a child as he stormed into the bathroom, he seemed to remember something in the middle of undressing because he popped his head out of the door, shirtless and his pants unbuttoned.

“Do not leave while I’m in the bathroom, we still need to talk” He warned before going back inside, Yn shrugged, it wasn’t like she was planning to leave. She went to the bathroom in the guest room to shower and get changed into one of Jimin’s shirts.

Jimin was still not out of the bathroom by the time Yn ordered the two of them takeout. She had no clue what took Jimin this long.

Jimin’s mind was going into over-drive as he thought about all the possibilities that he and Yn wouldn’t work out. He had even used a love calculator in the past and it had showed him a solid 69% but he didn’t have much faith in that calculator, personally, he thought he and Yn were 100% compatible, but that was just his opinion.

He had already thought of the names of his three kids and two cats, the location of their house and what colors the walls would be. He was brought back to reality when the hot water ran out. Never letting hot water run out at my place, he thought to himself as he walked out of the bathroom, drying himself off before putting on the clothes Yn picked out.

He walked into the living room to see Yn chowing down a plate of jajangmeon and he felt a little guilty for making her wait. “What took you so long?” she asked as she gulped down the noodles, picking at the side dishes, “The hot water was too nice to get out of” he lied, joining her side as she passed him a plate of japchae too.

The two of them ate in silence, stealing a bite of each other’s food once in a while before settling down to talk. “So, girlfriend~” Jimin drawled, “Girlfriend??” Yn questioned, “What you wanna be the boyfriend? I’m okay with that.” Jimin said with a thoughtful nod.

“Don’t you think you’re getting ahead of yourself Jimin?” Yn teased, rolling from her spot to his before wrapping her arms around him, “At least buy me dinner first” she jested, “Yah, didn’t you pay the delivery man with my money? technically I already bought you dinner” he defended, wrapping his arm around her.

Yn decided to be bold, swinging her leg onto the other side of Jimin before placing herself on his lap, a mischievous grin on her lips. Jimin was very pleased. “Well then Boyfriend~” she started, Jimin’s hands finding their way to her hips, gripping her firmly in place, humming encouragingly when he heard her call him boyfriend.

“I need to get home, it’s getting late” she finished, ruining the whole mood, “Very romantic” Jimin quipped with a roll of his eye as she tried to get off his lap, his hands firmly holding her in place. “I try!” her retort was paired with a flirty wink.

“Well girlfriend, might as well stay the night since it is so late, can’t have the love of my life go home when it’s so dark outside” he continued, sitting a little straighter so there was less space between the two of them.

“Cute, but that won’t work, try again tomorrow when I don’t have work” she answered as she wiggled to get

out of his grip, “Yn darling, you might want to stop wiggling if you don’t want to cause me problems” Jimin groaned as he felt Yn’s core grinding against him, holy fuck this woman would drive him insane.

“So Jimin-ssi are you taking me home or not?” She asked as she finally managed to get away from him, gathering her things from all over the house, “Only if you kiss me goodbye” he bargained, Yn nodded, fair enough, she was going to do it anyway.

Jimin happily whistled as he lead the way to his car, Yn’s hand in his as she followed behind him, dressed in his shirt and the heels she had worn when she had come to his apartment. He felt giddy, praying that they would part for the rest of their lives.

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END

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You could’ve been nicer {BTS} pt. 3

Part 1 /Part 2

Summary: How do the boys react when you tell them “I think you could’ve been nicer to me today”?

Jung Hoseok

You were lying next to each other bodies tangled as an aftermath of the activities you just finished. Both of you were still slightly breathing heavy. Hobi had one arm wrapped around you and brushed his fingertips gently your arm up and down. Your hand rest on his bare chest and you were tempted to tease his hardend nipple but decided to tease him other wise.

“Hoseok?” “Hm?” he answered immediatly hearing his real name fall from your lips and not any type of pet name. “What’s wrong?” he asked trying to see your face to identify how you were feeling. “I think you could’ve been nicer to me today.” you said while hiding your face because there was no way you could hide your smile. His whole body tensed up and you kind of felt bad - but also not. “Wait, what?” he asked and you could hear that he felt sorry through his voice. “Was I too rough?” he asked and blood flushed to your cheeks. When you didn’t answer he pulled away gently and cupped your face with his hand to make you look at him. “Did I hurt you?” he asked and he was seriously concerned about your well being. His eyes were looking for anytype of discomfort he might have caused you. “No you could’ve been just a little nicer.” you said and his eyes looked sad all of a sudden and this time you felt really bad.

“I’m so sorry. I thought you would tell me if anything isn’t the way you want. I’m sorry. I’ll be more carefull next time. I thought you liked it rough since you never said anything.” he apologized and suddenly his eyes went wide. “Was I too rough the whole time? Did I hurt you this whole time?” he said and his voice sounded a few octaves higher feom shock. “Oh baby no!” you backtracked immediately as you saw that your prank backfired. “I was joking. I was just joking.” you ensured him but he shook his head. “No, you need to tell me stuff like this. You can’t keep it to yourself just because you think my feelings will get hurt. Your safety is more important than…”

“Hoseok it was a joke! I pranked you!” you interrupted him and pressed your palm against his mouth to make him shut up. “I was just trying to get a reaction out of you. It’s a trend that’s going around.” you explained and leaned down to his ear,”I love it when you take me rough and ruthless all night long.” you purred and your hot breath against his ear gave him goosebumps. Suddenly he flipped you over and was hovering over you. “I’ll show you rough and ruthless.”

Park Jimin

Jimin came into the living room after he changed into something comfy and let himself fall right onto the couch next to you. He laid his head in your lap and you brushed your fingers through his hair. “Min.” you called him and he opened his eyes. “I feel like you could’ve been nicer to me today.” you said and he let out a tired chuckle. “What do you mean?” he asked and closed his eyes again. “Just that you could’ve been nicer.” you said and he turned onto his back and opened his eyes to look up at you. “Babe I haven’t seen you in a week. Let alone today. I literally came home two hours ago.” he explained and tried to understand what you were getting at. “How could I have been not nice?” he asked and was about to blow your cover but you suddenly forgot about the prank. “You’re right. I almost never see you. There is no time for nice things.” you said under your breath and your sudden change in mood made him sit up and look at you. “Hey.” he said to grab your attention and you looked at him. You chuckled sadly and shook your head. “Nevermind. I was trying to prank you but it kind of backfired. Forget about it. You’re tired. You should rest.” you said and patted your legs to signal him to lay back down.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked and you sighed. “No! No, of course not.” you said and took his hand into yours. “I just missed you. And you rubbing in that you’re almost never around didn’t make it better.” you explained and he chuckled while wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close to him. “You accused me of not being nice.” he said and kissed the top of your head. You poked his tummy and he laughed. “It was supposed to be funny.” you said now realizing that it was just stupid. “It’s funny now.” he laughed and you rolled your eyes. “Shut up.” you pouted and he tightened his hug while you felt his chest vibrate from his laughter.

언젠가 업보가 그를 찾아올 것이다. Someday karma will come for him. 

Description: Anxiously waiting for the proposal decision from your workplace, you go and visit Jimin in the practice studio, hoping to take your mind off of the impending decision. But a phone call in the middle of their practice crushes your soul. And the following phone call does nothing to help it. But Jimin decides to say something about it.
Warnings: Swearing, some verbal workplace bullying
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Idol!Jimin x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2k

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“Heyyyy!” Jimin greets me happily as I walk into the practice room.

“Hello, there.” I smile and open my arms just before he barrels into me.

“Hey, (y/n).” Jungkook waves a hand at me and the others give me smiles and waves as well.

I wave back with Jimin still holding onto me. “Hey guys.”

“Did you get done with the proposal?” Jimin asks, pulling back but keeping his hands on my shoulders.

I nod, my body still buzzing with nervousness. “I don’t know if we’ll get it though.” I sigh.

“Why not?” Jimin tilts his head to the side, “You worked so hard on it. i’m pretty sure that kind of hard work will get picked.”

“The other proposal is made by Ashton, the CEO’s son.” I shrug and my shoulders want to cower away from the thoughts that flood my mind.

“What does that matter?” He wonders and pulls me out of the way of the door.

“He, uh, has often pulled strings for his son.” I scratch the surface of the real reason.

“What does that mean?” He asks in a low voice, keeping the conversation from curious ears.

“It’s nothing.” I smile at him, wanting to keep my more serious work troubles away from him.

“No, I want to know.” He pushes with concerned eyes, “Is he hurting you?”

I hesitate before shaking my head, “Not physically.” I sigh, “He just makes it a point to berate me and my team, and degrade our work.”

“That little shit.” Jimin says through gritted teeth.

“It’s fine, Jimin.” I reassure him, “My manager told me that our proposal is really good and all the other department managers like my proposal better, so I shouldn’t worry. But I do.”

“You’re nervous. That makes sense. You worked for weeks on this.” Jimin nods, “I mean, if the managers are all on board with your proposal then maybe that little shit will be put in his place. When do they decide?”

“They’re having the meeting today but I don’t know when they’ll inform us of the decision.” I tell him with an attempt at a reassured smile.

“You’ll let me know the outcome?” He asks, “I want to celebrate with you when they choose your proposal.”

My smile changes to cover up my doubt and, from what I can see, Jimin buys it. “For sure.”

He smiles and gives me a cheeky smile. “Good.” He presses a soft kiss to my cheek.

Jin claps his hands loudly at us and Jimin whips around, “Yes?” He drags out the word dramatically.

“Chop, chop. I have dance moves to learn.” Jin says and puts his hands on his hips, giving back the sass that Jimin gave him.

I grab Jimin’s hand and drag him over to where the other guys are standing together. “Here he is.” I tell them with a playful smile, and then I turn to him, “I’m going to be watching you for mistakes.”

“Oh, I’m so scared.” He rolls his eyes and shakes his hands out by his face. I shove his shoulder with a laugh.

“Then you better do well.” I stick out my tongue at him before sitting down against the mirror.

Crossing my legs in front of me, I watch their rehearsals with most of my attention on them. The rest of my attention feels for any notification on my phone that my hands grip tightly.

I normally would enjoy BTS’s rehearsals but today, I’m just too nervous and anxious to thoroughly enjoy it. Just as my team and I were finishing our day, Ashton decided to shout across the whole floor and berate us. Specifically our chances that our proposal would be chosen. He shouted that we had just wasted countless hours, created garbage, and that we should be embarrassed that we submitted the proposal to the board.

The whole thing just put me in a constant nervous state. My body feels like a electricity current is running through my whole body, buzzing like I just finished an hour long ride on one of those old metal scooters over bumpy black tar.

After twenty minutes of watching the boys dance, pause, talk through, learn, and then start dancing again, my phone starts to vibrate with a call and I literally jump to my feet. Seeing my manager’s name on my screen, I quickly catch Jimin’s gaze and motion that I’m going into the hallway. Not waiting for his response, I open the door and shut it before answering the call.

“Hey, Lisa.” I breathe out, my heart pounding in my head as I walk down the hall, away from the practice room. “What’s up?” I ask, leaning back against the wall.

“Hey, (y/n).” Lisa says with a heavy sigh and my heart drops below the basement floors of the building. “The meeting just ending and they made a decision.” She says.

“Not good?” I ask trying to lessen the blow.

“I’m sorry.” She sighs again, “The CEO overruled all the board members and chose Ashton’s proposal.”

My eyes close in disappointment and my shoulders sag under the weight of Lisa’s words.

“But you should know that all the board members voted for your proposal over Ashton’s.” Lisa continues talking when I don’t say a word, “You and your team did such good work and you should be proud of that.”

“Yeah, I, uh, yeah. Thanks for letting me know, Lisa.” I tell her, wanting to get off of this phone call as soon as possible.

“An email’s being sent out to your team so you won’t have to tell them.” She informs me, “I’m sorry, (y/n).”

“Thanks, Lisa.” I thank her and then hang up.

A cry hiccups through my chest and I bend my knees to sit on my heels with my back still pressed against the wall. I squeeze my eyes tighter and will myself not to cry. Not here. Not now.

I really thought we were going to be chosen. My whole team worked so hard. They’re going to be crushed when they read that email.

Groaning, I let my head fall forward and my arms rest on my knees, phone still clutched in my hand. I sigh heavily and a wave of anger for the CEO washes over me.

How could he choose his son over a really good proposal? The entire board voted for ours but he chose his son.

My phone starts to ring with another call. Thinking it’s one of my team members, I answer it without looking at the caller ID.

“Hello?” I answer the call, keeping as much disappointment out of my voice as possible.

“HA!” A male voice shouts on the other end of the line and I recognize the mocking tone immediately: Ashton.

My jaw involuntarily clenches in anger.

“I TOLD YOU I’D WIN OVER YOU.” Ashton says with a cocky edge to his voice, “MY PROPOSAL IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOURS. AND I DIDN’T EVEN PUT IN AS MUCH WORK. HA. HA. HA.”

Running a hand slowly through my hair, I slowly pull the phone away from my ear as tears line my closed eyes. Even though my phone is away from my ear, I can still hear Ashton’s voice.

“I knew you weren’t that good at your job.” He cackles, “You weren’t ever good but this is just proof. And it shows that your ideas are trash. That team of yours can’t even tell you how bad your ideas are. You really must be a shitty leader.”

The first tear falls and lands on my pant leg, creating a single dark spot.

“Unless, the proposal ideas came from them and you were too dumb to see how awful they were.” Ashton continues, “That’s gotta be it! You’re just dumb!”

Just a sob pushes past my lips, the phone is yanked out of my hand. I look up as Jimin turns the call on speaker and talks back to Ashton. I can feel the anger rolling off of his shoulders.

“Hi, who is this?” He asks, his voice dangerously low.

“Uh… isn’t this (y/n)’s number?” Ashton repeats the question, unsure of himself.

“I don’t know a (y/n). But you sound like a shitty person.” Jimin lies through gritted teeth. “What kind of self absorbed, sad, 10-year-old man are you? You really think that you’re being cool by calling someone dumb? Or their team members? Where the hell is your humility? Where the hell is your humanity?” He scoffs, “Oh, no, I got it, you must not have a brain.” He says before quickly ending the call.

A few more tears managed to slip down my cheeks but I’m too stunned at Jimin’s outburst to wipe them away. Jimin tucks my phone in his back pocket and turns to face me after exhaling. Noticing my tears, he quickly knees down next to me and wipes them away.

“Hey.” He almost whispers with a small comforting smile.

“I can’t believe that lame excuse for a man is the CEO’s son.” He says before wrapping me up in a hug. “Don’t listen to him. He speaks lies. You and your team are so smart. You worked so hard on that proposal and you should be nothing but proud about your work.”

I sniffle at his words and a few tears fall.

“You will keep your head high and not let that man’s words make you doubt yourself.” Jimin continues, rubbing a hand on my back. “Every word he said was false. Every single word. Someday karma will come for him. And I hope to god that you’re there when it strikes him down.”

I pull back with a choked laugh, “I don’t think I want to be around for that.” I tell him.

His hands rest on my cheeks and his thumbs brush away the fallen tears. “Either way, I still hope that karma takes him down in the cruelest of ways.”

Jimin smiles warmly at me, “You did so good. And I’m so proud of you.” He says and my heart swells. “So, so proud of you.”

I return his smile and take a deep breath. “Thank you.” I whisper.

“I’m always proud of you.” He states before leaning in to softly kiss my lips.

After resting my forehead against his for a second, I pull back and ask, “How much did you hear?”

“I heard enough.” He shrugs but I can hear just how much anger is laced in his voice.

“You heard it all.” I correct him and shake my head, looking down to my lap.

“Hey.” Jimin says and uses his finger to lift my chin back up, “Head high. You did really good work. Be proud of that.”

I nod, determined to make myself see that and believe it. “I did good work. My team did good work.”

“Exactly.” He encourages me.

I pull him in for a hug and rest my cheek on his shoulder, “Thank you, Jimin.”

“No need to thank me, dear.” He pats my back, “I will always do what is necessary.”

“Even if it means lying about who’s phone you’re answering?” I ask, releasing him from my embrace.

He chuckles and I love the sound. “I would pretend to be anyone to anyone who is bringing you down.”

“Noted.” I say with a genuine smile.

“If you’re up for it, we’re all going out to dinner tonight, if you want to join.” Jimin offers and stands up with a hand extended to help me up, “Oh, and Jungkook said he’s paying.”

I raise an eyebrow at him, “Did he say it or…?”

Jimin sighs, having been caught, “He lost a game so now he’s gotta pay up.”

“You guys are awful.” I shake my head at him.

“But you’re going to come, aren’t you?” He guess with a knowing look.

I slap my hand into his and smirk, “Hell yeah I’m going.”

Jimin pulls me up and wraps an arm around my waist protectively.

“Should we tell the guys so we can go show this Ashton jerk a lesson?” He whispers as we walk back down towards the practice room.

I slap his chest with a laugh, “What happened to waiting for karma?”

“Just offering to speed up the process.” He laughs.

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.”