Pairing: Hybrid Namjoon x Reader, Occasional OT7 x Reader, Occasional character x character ✨
Warnings: Angst
Word count: 3k
You stay close to each other for some time, taking in each other’s warmth.
“If I got them back, would anything change..?” You ask quietly as he plays with your hair, your head on his shoulder.
“This position would be a little more difficult if you did.” He jokes and you playfully slap his chest, making him laugh.
“No, nothing would change.” He leans back to get a good look at you, brushing your cheek with his thumb repeatedly. His eyes roam your face and you can feel the heat in your neck returning
“What?” You ask and he smiles, dimples on full display.
“Nothing, I just missed you..” He whispers, lips close enough you feel his breath on your lips.
“Y-you did..?” You ask, receiving a nod in response.
“I missed how pretty you look when you blush at me.”
You gasp, leaning away from him.
“I have never blushed at you.”
“You think I didn’t notice the look on your face when we first met in the shelter?” He smiles, making you look away.
“Which time?”
“When I had Jungkook with me.”
You gasp louder this time, making him laugh when you try to run away along with your dramatic gasp.
“I did no such thing! How can you lie like that!” You shout, scrambling away when he continues his laughing fit, reaching for you.
“We may not have remembered each other, but you definitely had a crush on me.” He says cheekily, pulling you away from the door and onto the bed, holding you almost on his lap.
“Liar! Scammer! All lies!” You try your best to wiggle out of his grasp as you hide your face behind your hands, not letting him see you.
“If I’m such a liar, why is your neck red?” He teases, pushing you on the bed and keeping you locked under him.
“Let me see your face.” He grabs your wrists and you shake your head desperately.
“(Y/n), let me see.” He says in a softer tone and you peek through your fingers, slowly letting him move your hands to the sides of your head.
“There’s my pretty girl..” He smiles, your eyes squeezing at his words.
He laughs loudly at your reaction, dipping his head in your shoulder after.
“Can I keep you here forever?” He asks, loosening his grip on your wrists, resting his head in the crook of your neck.
“I wish you could..” You whisper, sliding your hands into his, interlacing your fingers into his.
“Why can’t I?”
You don’t respond.
“(Y/n)..?” He lifts his head from your shoulder and sees tears running down your cheeks, startling him.
“Hey hey, what’s wrong?” He holds your cheeks and wipes your tears, which only makes you cry more.
“I missed you.. I miss you..” You cry out, struggling to breathe.
“I’m right here, you don’t need to miss me anymore..” He holds your face and you watch as tears fill his own eyes, dripping onto your cheeks.
You raise your hands and hold his cheeks, wiping his tears as well.
“Why are you crying..?”
“Seeing you cry makes me realize how much I’ve missed you, even when I didn’t remember you..”
“Can you promise me something..?” You ask, your voice wavering from trying to breathe evenly.
“Of course.”
“Promise we’ll always remember each other..?”
“You don’t have to ask me that.”
You lift your body off the bed and hug his neck, Namjoon hugs your back and hides his face in your shoulder, feeling each other’s body shake from fear and overwhelming emotions.
“Noona?”
“Yes, my prince?” You turned to Namjoon, who’s cheeks dusted pink at the use of the nickname every time.
“Will you marry me?”
It’s your turn to turn pink.
“Why the sudden question?”
Namjoon looked at the ground and picked up a wolf plush, petting it gently.
“I want to marry you, in case we don’t get out.”
You put down your water and limped over to him, holding his hands.
“Ask me when we’re older, okay?”
“But-”
“No, ask me when we’re older. It’ll give us motivation to get out of here faster. And when you ask me, we’ll be ready to get married.” You kiss his cheeks and he nods, determined.
You slowly wake up, looking behind you towards the curtain covered window. It’s still night.
You turn back, looking down at the pair of arms wrapped tightly around you as if you’ll disappear into thin air.
You look up at Namjoon who’s sleeping peacefully, no crease in his brow in sight.
You smile, cuddling up to him.
“Mh, noona..?” He mumbles out, his deep voice scaring you.
“Hm?” You respond and he looks down at you, relieved to know you’re still in his arms and it wasn’t a dream.
“Hi..” His deep voice carries out, making you get goosebumps.
“Hi…” You kiss his chin and he sighs happily, his limbs loosening as if he’s on a relaxant.
“I’m hungry..” You tap his chest with your fingers softly, catching his attention.
“I’ll get you food-” He starts getting out of the bed but you grab his arm.
“No, no. I wanna come with.” You play with your fingers, suddenly nervous.
“Okay, let’s go.” He helps you out of bed and follows you downstairs, all the lights in the house off.
You both walk in the kitchen and find the pot of food still on the stove, going cold.
“You sit, I’ll do it.” He shoos you away from the stove and you slowly sit down, looking up at him.
As he begins serving the both of you, you suddenly feel unsure.
“Namjoon?”
“Hm?”
“Do you want to do this..?” You ask, voice cracking. He pauses his movements, then faces you.
“What?”
“This..” You wave a hand between the two of you. He puts down the plate he was holding on the counter and steps closer.
“Why do you ask?”
“I thought you wanted to get to know me better, trust me more, all that..”
“I did.”
“And?”
“I am. I’m comfortable enough with you to feel good about doing this with you. Why? Is there something you wanted to tell me?”
“No!” You cover your mouth right after you reply a little too loudly.
“No,” You say quieter.
“I just don’t want you to regret not waiting..” You chew on your lip and he leans over, startling you when you see he’s face to face with you.
He frowns and sits next to you, food long forgotten.
“Why would I regret it? I’ve been wanting to be with you since we were kids.”
“That was different..”
He stiffens.
“Is it different now? For you?”
“No, no.” You say hurriedly.
“No, but, things change. A lot of things happened between the time we last saw each other and now.” You rub your arms awkwardly and he takes your hand in his.
“If I didn’t want anything, at this moment, I wouldn’t have held you so close while we napped a few minutes ago. As much as I don’t like to sleep alone, I wouldn’t have slept with you if I wasn’t comfortable with you. I’m sure I know what I’m doing.” He smiles softly and kisses the back of your hand, making you smile.
“You put the plate on the burner that’s on..” You whisper and he jumps away from you, grabbing an oven mitt and removing it, turning off the stove.
“Maybe we should wait. Just to get to know each other more.” You hold out your hand and he pouts, holding it.
“I still want to be with you, but I want to be sure of a few things beforehand.” You reassure him and he tilts his head.
“Not about me?”
“Not about you.”
“Okay, I can wait a little longer.” He smiles and his dimples make your heart flutter.
He continues serving the both of you food and sits directly across from you to get a good look at you as you talk.
“Favorite hobby.” You put a forkful of food in your mouth after asking and he continues chewing his own in thought, looking up.
After swallowing, he shakes his head and responds,
“Don’t ask me that. I have a lot and you work tomorrow.” He laughs and so do you, your smile brightening his heart.
“Okay, what’s your main one?”
“Gardening.”
“Really!” You say in more of a surprised tone rather than a confused one.
“I haven’t had time to do it recently because of,” He waves a hand at nothing.
“Allthat. But when I got adopted for the first time, my owner had a bunch of little trees everywhere and I would always ask to take care of them with the gardener they had.”
“Would you still like to continue that hobby?”
“Yeah but, with what time and space?” He picks at his food and you tap your plate with your nail.
“I mean, you have a year before your independence years start, so you could get started bit by bit.” You shrug and he smiles at you as you drink your water.
You look at him as you swallow, putting your glass down.
“What?”
“You’re so pretty, you know that?”
Your face goes red and you scoff, turning your face away from him, making him laugh.
“Don’t tell me you can’t take compliments.” He pokes fun and you roll your eyes even though he can’t see it.
“I can, I just don’t like them.”
He holds your hands from across the table and kisses your fingers gently, making your face heat up even more.
“Stop!” You try to pull your hands away and he laughs at you, interlocking his fingers with you.
“Why? I don’t get to see you blush often and you’re so cute when you do.” He rests his cheek on your interlocked hands and you hide your face in your elbow.
“If I knew you were going to be all sappy like this I wouldn’t have agreed to this.” You joke and he bites your fingers, making you jump.
“Hey-“
“You’re not going back on your promise, now are you?” He leans over the island and holds your chin, tilting your face up.
“W-what promise?” You whisper, nervous at his proximity and tone change.
He looks down at your lips briefly and back up at your eyes, smiling.
“When you said you’d marry me?” He whispers, lips ghosting over yours.
“Or did you forget? Sweetheart?” He drags out the last word and you almost become a puddle at the old nickname.
“No, no, no.. I didn’t forget..” You shiver as he kisses you right next to your lips, your eyes closing at the feeling of his plump lips on your skin.
“Good girl. Now go sleep, Yoongi must be waiting.” He holds the back of your head softly and kisses your forehead, pulling away to collect your now empty dishes and cleaning up.
You shiver as you stand up and slowly walk to Yoongi’s door, looking back at him when you’re halfway through the door.
He watches as you shyly bat your eyelashes at him, unsure if you want to go in.
He raises a brow and looks you up and down, making you silently squeak and shut the door with you inside.
He smiles and walks upstairs to his room, turning off the lights in the room.
When he makes it up to his own room, he changes out of his day clothes and takes off his shirt, laying on his bed.
Sliding a lazy hand up and down his torso, he stares at the ceiling, heart in the soil and mind in the clouds.
He suddenly covers his face with his pillow and kicks the air happily, a big smile on his face when he begins to fall asleep.
“Noona? You’re not going to work today?” Jimin sniffs your head as you cuddle under the blankets in the living room.
“No, someone asked to get more hours so I just gave them mine for today.” You pet him and he purrs, crawling over the couch to cuddle up next to you.
“Don’t you need those hours to get money?” Jungkook comes up to you both and sits on the couch next to you, covering his feet with the blanket Taehyung is using.
“I get the same amount of money whether I work or not, so we’ll be okay. Besides, they are training to become a co-manager so I’ll be able to be home more in these coming weeks.”
“Will you finally be looking for a new space?” Taehyung asks and you frown. Jungkook kicks him lightly.
“No, I’d rather just expand this place. There’s nothing wrong with this place, just a lack of space I suppose.” You look around and sigh.
“You really don’t want to leave this place, do you Noona?” Jimin asks and you smile down at him, ruffling his hair.
“No, I don’t. This is where I found all of you and where I found home. Nothing a couple renovations can’t fix.” You scratch his ears and look at them, frowning again.
“I’m home.” Yoongi comes inside and shivers off the harsh winds from the outside, putting up his jacket.
“Welcome home.” You get up and greet him, hugging him to give him warmth to which he greedily accepts.
“How was it?”
“Fine, the jerk that skipped out yesterday, which is why I came home early, came by today to listen to the samples.”
“And?”
“He’s taking it.” He smiles and you squeal happily, hugging him again.
“I’m so proud of you!”
He laughs and hugs your back.
“You do this every time I produce a song for someone.”
“And I’m proud of you every time.” You smile and he kisses your forehead, thankful.
“Actually, can we talk about something? It’s kind of important.” You bite your lip and he sniffs you lightly, checking if it’s anything bad. Nothing but nerves.
“Okay.” He looks to his room and you shake your head, looking up to yours.
“Oh,” He says, surprised that you suggested yours. Soundproof.
“Okay, let’s go.” He smiles reassuringly and you hold his hand as you both go upstairs.
Namjoon sleepily comes out of his room when your door shuts, shutting his own as he goes downstairs.
“Good morning sleeping beauty.” Taehyung glances up from his phone when he sees the koala sliding onto the couch by Jimin.
“Morning..”
“It’s 2.” Jimin looks up at him and Namjoon stops mid yawn, looking at him.
“A.M?”
“P.M, Namjoon.” Jungkook raises a brow and Namjoon nods, not bothering to hide his embarrassment.
“Namjoon, Jungkook?” Hoseok comes out of his room in a dark green hoodie and black sweatpants, brushing his hair away from his face.
They both look up at him and he waves them over, both of them looking at each other for context, but none of them know.
They both get up and Namjoon adjusts the strings on his hoodie as they both make their way to his room.
“You okay?” Namjoon watches as Hoseok closes the door, his small deer ears twitching whenever Jungkook moves around.
“Yes, but I think it’s time I told you both,” He takes a seat in a nearby chair and waves a hand to the bed for them to sit as well.
“How I got here.” He smiles.
“So suddenly?” Jungkook pipes up.
“You’ve been here for a while, and it seems you’ll be staying for longer.” He turns up the music in his room loud enough to muffle his voice from the outside, not that anyone would eavesdrop.
“I, was born as a deer. Clearly.” He waves an obvious hand at his small horns.
“I was supposed to be a male deer, or so I was told.” He rolls his eyes and both boys tilt their heads in confusion.
“In my family, the men’s antlers grew pretty large. Not as big as an actual deer, because our heads wouldn’t be able to carry that weight, but a little more than half of a full grown antler. Anyway, the women would be the same, so they would only grow up to 10 inches. My antlers never grew.” He taps the small nub growing from his head by his deer ears.
“I had the parts of a male, but didn’t have the deer genetics for it. So everyone thought I was female until I hit puberty, where nothing of the sort grew. Everyone thought I would be a late bloomer, but they always stayed this way, and my family didn’t want me for it. So, when the age came of when my antlers were supposed to be fully grown and I was proven male, they threw me out.” He keeps his smile but there’s something sad behind it, not letting itself show.
Jungkook doesn’t look at his tiny horns, but rather his face.
“Of course, I was young, slim, and attractive to others. But no one would hire some kid with no experience, no owner, nothing. So, in order to survive, I did what I could. Borrow.” He looks at the ground, ashamed.
“But in order to borrow, you have to return. I did the only easy thing I could do, where no one could tell what I was.”
“Stripping?” Namjoon asks and Hoseok smiles sadly, nodding.
“Exactly. Fortunately for me, I didn’t have to. I just danced on the pole and kept the mystery of what I was alive, bringing in more people to see what I could be.”
“What happened?” Jungkook asks and Hoseok sighs.
“It wasn’t enough. With the amount I had borrowed, and the money I owed to the clubs I worked at to provide me a place to survive, it was never enough. So, I resorted to sex trafficking. I was dumb, of course. I didn’t know what else to do but use my body to the best of my abilities. I was so desperate, I thought I was going to stay in that hell for the rest of my life. Until I met,”
“(Y/n)..” Both Namjoon and Jungkook finish for him and Hoseok smiles again, nodding.
“She had gone to one of those disgusting auctions where they would sell people who were all desperate for a better life. She had a few friends join her, so that all of them could be bought off by them to get a chance.”
“And for the final prize, the main attraction!” The old man pulled the large curtain off a human sized cage, a shivering deer hybrid sitting in the center dressed in all white lace and silk, showing off his curves and body.
“The Sweetest Deer of them all!” The man walked up to the podium and began looking around for bids.
The hybrid shivered from the cold metal under him but tried his best to look appealing to the crowd.
“Six hundred.” A woman’s voice boomed through the venue, silencing the crowd, a mask covering her face.
“Six hundred and one!” Someone opposed.
“Seven hundred.” The woman opposed again, her tone as if bored of the situation.
“Seven hundred fifty!”
“One thousand.” She said, the crowd silencing again.
“Any bidders? One thousand going once!”
Silence.
“One thousand going twice!”
She crossed her arms and stared at the poor deer in the cage, a tear sliding down his soft cheek as he watched her.
“Sold! To the lady In the back!”
They quickly wheel off the cage backstage and into a private room along with the other hybrids that were being sold off.
When everyone who is needed is in the room, the woman pulls out her phone and calls someone, everyone pulling off their hoods and masks.
"You can start the collection. Thank you.” She says and turns to a box, unlocking all the cages.
All the hybrids rush away from her to the farthest end of the cage, watching as everyone grabs a large black item from the box. The woman holds out the item to the deer, eyes closed.
“Put this on.” She instructs, everyone doing the same.
They all put on the item and stand when they are covered in a large black cloak, a hood to cover their faces from the public.
“Let’s get you home.” The woman smiled at the deer, holding out a hand for him.
He hesitantly takes her hand and follows her into a black car, waiting for him to get in.
Once he’s secure in the car, she drives off. He doesn’t say a word as she drives away from the venue surrounded by cop cars, the other hybrids being driven away in the same way he was.
When she arrived at a small house, a cat hybrid immediately opened the door when she parked, watching as she led him out of the car, another hamster hybrid coming to the door.
They don’t speak as she leads him inside into the bathroom.
“You can shower first if you’d like. I’d rather you get out of these things then eat and get settled.” She smiled at him softly and he slowly began removing what little clothing he had, startling her.
“Wait wait, you don’t have to do that in front of me. You’re in a safe space, I’m not going to use you.”
For the first time in a few days, he spoke, voice hoarse.
“Why did you buy me, then..?”
She gave him a glass of water to which he gladly took, drinking it so fast some of it spilled down his cheeks.
“So you could start again. Have a place you could call home. Nothing more.” She reassured him and he suddenly engulfed her in a hug, startling her.
“Thank you..”
She smiled again and returned the gesture, rubbing his naked back comfortingly.
“Let’s get you started, hm? I’m (Y/n).” You pulled away, turning on the hot shower for him.
“I’m Hoseok. Jung Hoseok..”
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Pairing: Hybrid Namjoon x Reader, Occasional OT7 x Reader, Occasional character x character ✨
Warnings: Angst
Word count: 3k
“What are you going to do today?” Namjoon begins a conversation with you once everyone has left the island.
“I have to take Jungkook to his session, then I’ll be going to the store to work since I can’t keep staying away for long periods of time.” You sigh and he glances at Yoongi.
“You sure that won’t be too much for you? Especially with your arm?”
“I won’t have to do too much today, luckily for me I mostly have to do markdowns and reorganize some stations.” You wave your healthy hand dismissively and Yoongi walks over.
“I can’t keep watch over her today, so you’re going to watch over her for the day.” Yoongi pats Namjoon’s shoulder and your jaw drops in disbelief.
“Yoongi!”
“Don’tYoongi me.” He points a stern finger in your direction and goes to his room to change for the day.
“Everyone else is going to be working today so they can’t watch over you, and Jungkook is busy, so that leaves me.” Namjoon scratches at the island counter and you sit up straight.
“Right, we’ll be alone.” You drag out, catching his attention.
“Well only a little.” He rolls his lips between his teeth and nods slowly, looking away.
“Could you two be any more awkward?” Jin fixes his jacket and you both jump.
“Leave them alone.” Yoongi gives Jin a pointed look and walks over to you, giving you a soft kiss in your hair.
“I’ll see you later, yeah?” He smiles and you blush, nodding slightly.
“Okay, be safe.”
He walks out the house and drives off, the rest of the boys coming to exit greet you with kisses and well wishes.
When you’re alone again, you slide out of your chair and pick up Jungkook’s food, heating it up.
Namjoon stares at your back and taps the counter top, debating if he should say something.
“Hey-”
“Noona I’m ready!” Jungkook comes down the stairs and Namjoon shuts his eyes.
“Good, here.” You take out the food from the microwave that finished heating his food and hand it to him.
“Eat, I can smell your hunger from upstairs.”
“You’re not going?”
“I didn’t say that. I just want you to eat.” You take his bookbag off him and make him sit, handing him a utensil.
“I’m gonna get dressed, be right back.” You ruffle his hair between his tall bunny ears and head upstairs.
Jungkook quietly starts eating, not minding Namjoon’s presence.
“Thanks..” Jungkook murmurs, his cheek full of food.
“For?” Namjoon asks, understanding what he said regardless.
“Last night.” He tugs softly at his shirt.
“Oh, no need to thank me. I know you would have done the same.” Namjoon smooths his long hair and thinks about cutting it, pulling up a strand.
“You’ve been getting closer to her, that’s good.” Jungkook picks at his food and takes another mouthful before he can say anything else.
“That doesn’t seem good.” Namjoon raises a brow, eyeing the bunny.
He shakes his head.
“I’m happy for you.” He stuffs his cheeks again and Namjoon frowns.
“Is this about what happened last time? You think I’ll leave you?”
Jungkook swallows down his food and gulps down his juice, slamming the glass down so hard it nearly shatters.
“No no, I’m not doing this. I’m going to speak about it with my therapist and we won’t have to put Noona in danger. None of this is going to happen.” Jungkook stiffly smiles and picks up his plate, aggressively washing it.
“Alright, I am set- Namjoon, why haven’t you gotten dressed?” You stop at the bottom of the stairs, wearing a knit (f/c) sweater and black jeans, boots to match.
“I was just about to. Didn’t want to leave him alone.” He stiffly gets up and leaves the room, jogging upstairs.
“How was breakfast?”
“Fine.”
“Did you get enough sleep?”
“No.”
“Did you want something from my store?”
“No.”
“Is there anything you’re forgetting?”
“No.”
You nod, used to this type of response from Yoongi and Taehyung when you first took them in, Yoongi lasted about 2 years and Taehyung 1.
“If we have time, do you want to go to a gym?” You ask, this time Jungkook doesn’t answer immediately.
“What for?”
Got him.
“So you can find another outlet, besides talking.” You smile at him and he side-eyes you.
“How would that help me?”
“Some people find the adrenaline rush freeing, you get to get into shape while releasing some of the stress. Without hurting anyone, of course.”
Jungkook casts his gaze to the ground, thinking.
“What do you think I should do?”
“Well, you could start with basic training first. You look like someone who would get into boxing, too.” You sit on the counter and he follows you with his eyes.
“Boxing?”
“Yeah, punching, tactics, self defense as well.” You tilt your head from side to side and he frowns, giving it some thought.
“I’m done.” Namjoon comes down and you stare at his white fitted sweater complimented by a dark green plaid jacket, black corduroy pants to tie it all together.
“Okay, let’s go.” You quickly hop off the counter and take your keys along with your bag and go outside, waiting for the boys to exit until you close the door, locking it.
“Don’t carry that.” Namjoon takes a small box full of books from your arms, taking it with him.
“Namjoon, I’ll be fine.” You smile at him and thank him when he places it down on a small table by the register.
“I don’t need your cut to open up again.” He frowns when you start slipping temporary bookmarks in the book, a clearance price on it.
“My cut is basically closed. I’ll be okay.”
“Then why are you still wearing the bandage?”
“Because Yoongi thinks a cut is fully healed when it’s scarred or gone.” You stop, resting your arm on the box.
“He’s not wrong.”
You squint at him and continue labeling.
“Do me a favor, get the other boxes for me and help me label them.” You shoo him away and he jogs to the back, carrying 2 more boxes.
“Ah-”
“Oh-”
Namjoon stops in front of a girl with fox ears, her piercings glinting in the light whenever she moves them.
“Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” Namjoon bows slightly and nearly drops the boxes, the girl immediately stopping them from falling over.
“It’s okay, I’m sorry for bumping into you. I’ve never seen you here before, I’m a regular.”
“I’m just helping out my, caretaker.” Namjoon winces at the name and tilts his head.
“Probably should have used a different term.” He chuckles and she laughs, agreeing.
“Yeah, I saw you immediately cringe right after. I’m Nora.”
“Namjoon, it’s nice to meet you.” He smiles and she goes to pick up a box.
“Here, I’ll help you since it’s the last box anyway.”
“You sure? There’s a lot in there.”
“I’m a strong fox, I got it.” She winks at him and he smiles again, leading her to the register.
“How long have you been coming here?” He asks her, watching her ears twitch at the sound of his voice.
“A little after they opened. I don’t remember when they did, I think it’s been a while.” She scrunches her nose.
You look up from ringing someone out and nearly shout when you see a fox girl carrying a box next to Namjoon.
You rush over and take the box from her arms, startling both of them.
“Hey-”
“Namjoon, you can’t let customers carry inventory.” You look up at him and he suddenly looks flustered, setting down his own boxes by the last one.
“We were just making conversation, she just happened to help me.”
“That’s fine, but you can’t let them help like that, they could get hurt.”
“Excuse me, I’m completely capable of taking care of myself.”
“I’m sure you can, but it’s company policy and I’m not having any cases started here.” You look at her and she scoffs.
“Who are you?”
“I’m the owner of this store.” You raise a brow at her and she looks flushed as well.
“(Y/n) your arm-”
“I’m fine, Namjoon.” You look up at him and drop the box on top of the others, walking back around the register.
He flinches when you drop the box, surprising him with your tone.
“Mh, I should get going. It was nice meeting you, I hope we can see each other again.” She smiles at him and he nods, smiling slightly at her.
“Same here. Have a nice day.”
She walks out of the store and you make your progress through all the books, a crease between your brow the entire time.
“Why couldn’t she help me?”
“Because she doesn’t work here. It’s one thing helping you with something small like putting back a book into your box if you dropped it but it’s another thing carrying an entire box with you. Some people demand compensation for it.”
You quickly finish your boxes and Namjoon looks through them.
“You finished fast.”
You tap your fingernails on the counter and your manager, Jeongyeon, comes in, waving to you.
You smile and wave back, your frown reappearing when she disappears in the back.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” You clock out when Jeongyeon comes back and clocks in, telling her everything that needs to be done.
“Let’s go.” You walk to the back and get all of your stuff, handing him his jacket as you make your way outside.
“Wait, (Y/n). Why are you in such a rush?”
“Jungkook’s session is ending soon. I don’t like to keep him waiting.” You climb into your car and so does he, both strapping on your seatbelts and driving in silence.
“I made my first friend..” Namjoon whispers and you grip the steering wheel tighter.
“That’s good.” You say, your eyes flitting from mirror to mirror.
He glances at your creased eyebrows and holds his hands together.
“She was nice.” He continues and you try your best not to squeeze the wheel any tighter in fear you’ll pull it off.
“Was she? What did you talk about? She seemed, interested in you.” You smile and park in front of Jungkook’s therapy building.
“She called my ears cute, I said hers were pretty, too.” He scratches his cheek and you click off your seatbelt.
“Let’s go get Jungkook.” You get out of your car and he hurriedly follows, struggling to keep up with your pace.
You walk inside and tell the receptionist you’re here to pick up Jungkook. She lets you know he’s almost done and tells you to have a seat in the waiting room.
You thank her and head over, taking a seat with your eyes closed.
Tapping a silent finger on your wrist, the crease in your eyebrow never disappears.
“Are you okay?” Namjoon gently takes a seat next to you and you nod, your eyes remaining closed.
“You don’t seem okay.”
“Namjoon, a moment of silence please.” You whisper and he jumps, blushing at your soft tone.
Nodding even though you can’t see him, he silences.
After 20 minutes or so, Jungkook comes out of the room looking for you.
“Noona?” He whispers timidly around the few people in the quiet room, but your head immediately perks up.
Shooting up, you rush over to him, sensing his heart rate.
“What happened?”
“Nothing,” He laughs, sniffling right after.
“We just talked about a couple serious things, I’ll be okay, Noona.” He sniffles again and you dig in your bookbag, taking out a mini packet of tissues, handing it to him. He chuckles and tears it open, using one,
“Thanks. Can we go? I’m hungry.” He sniffles out and you hold his hand, walking out with him.
Namjoon stares at Jungkook’s hunched posture as he pretends to bite your hand to lighten the mood.
“I don’t want take out, can you make me something?”
“Of course, what are you in the mood for?”
“Maybe naengmyeon or Bibimbap?”
“Well, now you made me hungry for both.” You smile at him and he chuckles evilly, his plan all along.
“You didn’t want to go check out a gym like we had planned earlier?”
He shakes his head.
“I’ve had enough exhaustion for a day, I just want to sleep and eat.” He gets in the car with you and Namjoon sits in the back, silently putting on his seatbelt.
He doesn’t want to interrupt his time with you.
“Yoongi won’t be home until like 5 am, he has a few things to do today.” You mention, Jungkook pouts.
“I wanted to watch a new movie with him..”
“He would fall asleep halfway, Jungkook.” You tease, making him scoff.
“He’s not that old to do that.” He waves you off and suddenly taps his chin in thought, turning back to you.
“Is he..?”
“That depends on the movie you were planning on watching and how tired he is.” You pat his hand softly and he groans, leaning his head back.
When you arrive home, you get started on the food Jungkook wanted, making enough for the whole house, and seconds.
“Noona, let’s watch this movie!” Jungkook seems in a better mood than in the morning, bouncing in his seat as he flicks through movies on the tv.
“Tell me what it’s about and maybe I will.”
“It’s about zombies-”
“No.”
“Wh- I wasn’t done!”
“Last time we watched a zombie movie together, you almost kicked Yoongi for waking up in the middle of the night.”
“Hey, it’s not my fault he walks so slow and groans like one when he’s barely awake.” He points an upset finger at you and continues to look through the selections.
“(Y/n)?” Namjoon startles you when he calls out directly behind you, jumping away when you toss the metal spoon behind you.
“Yes?” You respond, going to pick it up.
“You have a minute?” He plays with his sweater and you wash the spoon, nodding.
“While I make this, yes.” You look up at him and he rolls his lips between his teeth, teetering on what to say.
“I, want to make more friends.”
“Okay.”
“You’re not upset?”
You blink.
“Why would I be upset over you wanting to socialize?”
“You looked a little upset earlier, with the girl with the pretty ears.” He scratches his neck and you stop cutting the vegetables.
“I, was only upset because you let her do more than she should have.” You smile stiffly, going back to cutting.
“So, you don’t mind if I’m friends with girls?”
“Namjoon, you’re a grown man. I can’t control who you’re friends with.”
“Great, can you take me back to the bookstore tomorrow so that I can get the girl’s number?” He smiles and you suddenly cut the vegetables with so much aggression your finger becomes one.
“Noona!” Jungkook jumps up when he hears you stop and smells the blood, pulling Namjoon out of the way and running your finger under the water.
“Noona are you okay?” He asks, watching as the blood goes down the sink.
“Hm?”
“Noona!” He shakes you and you blink, only realizing what happened.
“Oh my god-” You pull your hand out from under the water and grab a few paper towels, squeezing your finger with them.
“I’m okay, this happens all the time. Do me a favor and get me the aid kit from the bathroom, please?” You smile at Jungkook and he hesitantly leaves to get it.
You take a seat on the chair by the island and Namjoon stares at you.
“(Y/n)..?”
“Yes?”
“Are you upset?”
“I’m upset I hurt myself when I just got healed. Another thing for Yoongi to scold me over.” You sigh, watching Jungkook rush back with the box.
He opens it and does as he’s told, carefully disinfecting you and wrapping up your finger in gauze.
“Thank you, Kookie. You took care of me very well.” You ruffle his hair with your right hand and go to finish cooking.
You clean the knife and throw away the soiled vegetables, cleaning the cutting board and starting over.
Jungkook pulls Namjoon away from you into the living room.
“You can’t distract her when she’s using sharp utensils, Namjoon.” He scolds him, sitting back down.
Yoongi walks through the door later in the day right when the food is finished, taking a deep inhale at the smell.
“Something smells-” He stops as he’s putting his jacket up, looking at you as you serve the two boys a plate.
“Like blood, what did you do?” He rushes over and tosses the rest of his stuff on the floor.
You wave your left injured pointer finger.
“Accident.” You smile, making him uneasy.
“Yoongi hyung!” Jungkook jumps off the couch and Yoongi sniffs him, startling the bunny.
“You helped her.”
“And he did a very good job of it.” You look at him pointedly and Yoongi gives him a soft pat on the shoulder.
“Thanks.” He walks back to his discarded items and Jungkook is beaming at you, his little tail wiggling in pride and excitement.
Yoongi takes his stuff to his room and Namjoon knocks on his door before entering his territory.
“Come in.”
He opens the door slowly, looking around the room and closing the door behind him.
“What is it?” Yoongi charges his electronics and Namjoon pushes his hair out of his face.
“It’s about (Y/n)..”
Yoongi takes a seat on the bed, waiting.
“She’s been acting, stiff..around me..”
“Since?”
“This morning.”
“What happened?”
“Nothing really. She got upset that I let a fox girl help me with some stuff and then proceeded to ask me about what we talked about.”
Yoongi waits for him to finish. He doesn’t.
“And?”
“And what?”
“What did you talk about?”
“Oh! Uh, I told her about how the girl said my ears were cute, and I said hers were pretty.”
Yoongi’s face drops.
“Then I asked her if she was upset about said girl with the pretty ears, and asked if she could take me back so I could get her number.”
Yoongi has his head in his hands by the time Namjoon is done talking, making him worry more.
“Okay, so, couple discrepancies here. One, you’re talking about a,” He waves his hands around to find a word but decides he can’t find a better one.
“Prettygirl, around her. Two, you’re asking her to help you be with said girl. Three, did you ever say anything to (Y/n) about her ears, when she had them?”
Namjoon slowly shakes his head.
“Ah, that makes it worse. Okay, (Y/n) has this, ordeal, about her wolf ears. She misses them, of course, but doesn’t like the problems they come with.”
“I don’t understand..”
“She thinks she looks better with them, but doesn’t want another identity crisis to happen. Or another hospital experiment to happen.”
“She wants them back?”
“I don’t know, what she wants. She’s always changing her mind. Point is, don’t talk about girls with her. Especially not about their ears.”
“Right..”
“What is it now?”
“I still, kind of don’t understand why not.”
“She’s jealous, you dolt. She’s jealous that another girl has your attention, god.” Yoongi throws his hands up in the air and Namjoon’s cheeks redden.
“Why would she be jealous?”
“Namjoon, get out.” Yoongi hides his face behind his hand and points out the door.
“Don’t eat so quickly you’re going to choke.” You pat a coughing Jungkook’s back, fanning him with a nearby notebook.
“Too late.” He chokes out between coughs, trying not to let food fly out of his mouth.
You refill his glass of water and continue patting him until he finishes coughing.
“(Y/n)?” Namjoon finally speaks up when Jungkook finishes choking, catching your attention.
“Can we talk? Alone?” He plays with the strings of his sweater and you look down at Jungkook who’s already eating again.
“Yeah.” You follow him as he leads you up to his room and Yoongi comes out of his, going to serve himself.
When you both make it up to his room, you stand aside as he closes the door behind him.
“Everything okay?” You ask.
“Are you jealous?” He suddenly asks and your face flushes.
“I’m sorry?”
“Of the girl?”
You stiffen.
“No.”
“There, you’re doing it again!”
“What am I doing?!”
“Getting all stiff and weird!” He sits on the bed and you frown.
“Why are you getting jealous over some girl?”
You scoff loudly.
“I have no reason to get jealous over her.”
“Then why areyou?”
You stare at each other and you look at his koala ears, feeling your own flick, if you had them.
You slide down the wall and curl up your knees to your chest.
You mumble something and he leans forward.
“What?”
“I miss them..and you’ve never said mine were pretty..” You’re too embarrassed to look anywhere but the floor, realizing how stupid you’re being.
He straightens and watches your unmoving nature, watching your chest struggle to take deep, full breaths.
“I didn’t think I needed to..” He says and you wince, hiding your face in your arms that are resting on your knees. He said the wrong thing.
“I didn’t mean it like that.” He gets off the bed and sits next to you, your shoulder touching his arm.
“I meant, I didn’t think I needed to say they were pretty because I thought you knew.” He looks down at you and you don’t face him.
“No one ever called them pretty…or anything nice..” You sniffle and he realizes you’re crying, something you don’t do often in front of anyone.
“I liked them, but the more I got tested on, the worse they got…” You quickly wipe your face and his eyes never leave you.
“Even before I got played with, no one ever said anything good about them.. So I thought it was for the best that they got removed.” You laugh to choke back a sob, not daring to look at him.
“I miss them.. Even if no one said anything good about them..I felt like they added onto me, like earrings on a pretty girl..It made her look prettier with such a small detail..” You sniffle and wipe your face with your sleeve again.
Namjoon digs in his pocket and pulls out the pack of tissues you gave Jungkook earlier, taking one out and tapping your arm softly.
When you look up at him, he holds your chin and wipes your face from your tears gently, your eyes closing when he dabs them.
“I think you look pretty with and without them. You’ve always been the same pretty girl to me, hybrid or not.” He rubs his thumb over your cheek and you keep your eyes on him, feeling your neck heat up.
“Am I prettier than her?” You whisper, slightly embarrassed.
He chuckles deeply, pressing his forehead to yours.
“She doesn’t even compare to you.”
IF I TAGGED YOU EVEN THOUGH YOU ASKED TO BE REMOVED FROM THE LIST, PLEASE COMMENT BECAUSE I FORGOT TO UPDATE THE LIST AND CAN’T FIND YOUR COMMENT, HUGE APOLOGIES
Pairing: Hybrid Namjoon x Reader, Occasional OT7 x Reader, Occasional character x character ✨
Warnings: Angst
Word count: 3k
“Hey, you don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to, but why doesn’t Jimin have to wear a bracelet even though he’s recently adopted?? Namjoon sits up in the car and Taehyung glances at him.
“He was adopted under different circumstances.” You keep your answer vague, Namjoon understands it’s not your place to explain. Although, Jimin might not even remember.
“So? How did you get adopted?” Taehyung suddenly asks and everyone looks at him.
“Taehyung.” You stop him but Namjoon decides otherwise.
“What time?”
“What?”
“What adoption are you asking me about?”
“Namjoon.” You stop him as well.
The car is silent for a few minutes and you continue looking outside.
“I only asked because he asked about Jimin-”
“Taehyung, he gave me the option to not answer and I kept it vague. We’re not doing this again.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes and looks outside, crossing his arms.
You all quietly let the music play in the car and Namjoon stares at your head, trying to imagine what your wolf ears would look like if you kept them. Not like you had a choice, of course.
You shake your head aggressively as if you feel something land on you, turning your head in his direction.
Namjoon keeps his big eyes on you and you unknowingly begin a staring contest with him, making him smile when he realizes what you’re doing.
He keeps it up until his eyes are watering, your own still not unwavering.
“Augh-” He blinks harshly and tears run down his face, making you laugh.
“I win!”
“No fair! Again!”
“No, not again. Your eyes are dry.” You giggle and he smiles, looking outside the window.
Taehyung stares into the rearview mirror and Yoongi glances at it to look behind him on the road, but jumps when he sees Taehyung’s dark eyes staring him dead in the face.
“I’m driving Taehyung, no I am not going to play staring contest with you.”
“Lame.”
When you all arrive at the restaurant, Jimin hops out of Hoseok’s car and Jungkook holds his hand as to not let him wander away from the group. Namjoon stares at their hands and glances at yours when you reach for the seatbelt once Yoongi parks the car.
He takes off his seatbelt and walks behind you, watching your hair flutter around in the wind.
“Namjoon?” You call after him and he jumps, blinking rapidly.
“Huh?”
“I said you’re gonna get run over, come on.” You wave him over hurriedly when a car beeps at him, scaring him over to your side.
You hum in amusement, keeping the two newbies close to you.
“What kind of restaurant is this?” Jungkook asks and Jin talks to the hostess about your reservation.
“It’s mostly for hybrids, but they welcome regular people if they decide to come in.” Yoongi explains as the hostess walks you all over to a private soundproof room.
Jungkook, Namjoon, and Jimin look around as you all walk in the room, the door shutting behind you.
“Why do we need a private room?” Jungkook asks.
“We usually ask for one whenever we bring (Y/n) along, or whenever the whole group comes. Some people get upset that a human is coming into a hybrid safe space, even though humans come in sometimes.” Hoseok looks at the menus left on the table.
“This place is usually mindful of loud noises, since most of the hybrids here have sensitive hearing.” Taehyung glances at Yoongi and Yoongi immediately glances back, making Taehyung look away.
“You work in a studio..” Namjoon comments and Yoongi looks at him.
“I keep the volume on low unless needed otherwise.” He shrugs.
“He do be sensitive.” Jimin whispers.
“Taehyung, stop teaching him that.” Jin squints and Taehyung chuckles evilly.
Everyone begins to look through the menu, Namjoon and Jungkook going to both the Herbivore and Carnivore mix of the menu.
“This is so nice, it seems to be really inclusive.” Namjoon praises and you lean over to look at what he’s looking at.
Different foods that have different amounts of either more vegetables than meat or vice versa, giving them the option to make their own food at their comfort.
You stay in the carnivore section of the menu and Yoongi peeks over to your menu as if he doesn’t have the same exact section open.
“What are you getting?” He whispers to you and you whip your head around from his sudden proximity.
“I don’t know yet, I’ll probably get what I always get here.” You whisper back and he nods, looking through your menu instead of his own.
“Flip the page.” He says and you follow, stammering when you realize what you did.
“Yoongi.” You say in amusement.
“Hm?”
“Flip your page for me.” You say, watching him.
“Oh, sorry.” He flips his page for you and you snort, browsing through hismenu.
When the waiter comes, he closes the door behind him and pauses when he sees you.
“Are you all ready to order?” He starts, taking out his notepad and pen.
You let everyone order first and he nods, writing everything down.
When it comes to you, you barely have the chance to open your mouth before he begins to walk away.
“Excuse me,” You say loud enough that you know he can’t ignore you. He turns around and you raise a brow at him.
“I would like to order something as well.” You pile everyone’s menus on top of yours, not taking your eyes off him. His black wolf ears flick in annoyance, his tail smacking the door.
“Okay.” He doesn’t take out his notepad and you just take it as he’ll remember your order.
You say what you would like and he keeps his arms crossed as you speak. When you finish, you look up at him.
“Thank you.” You flash your eyes golden for a second and he jumps, taken aback.
He searches for the doorknob behind him and stumbles out of the room.
“Why did he do that?” Jungkook asks, leaning over the table to get a good look at you.
“Why did he run away or why was he rude?” Hoseok picks at the table.
“Both.”
“She looks human, not a lot of people have good experiences with them, as you would know. And he ran away because she did that.” Jin points to you and you continuously change your eye color from (e/c) to golden. You suddenly get a headache and you stop, closing your eyes and holding your head.
“I told you not to do it so fast like that.” Yoongi says worried, making sure you’re okay.
“It..looks kind of suspicious when you have one human and almost ten hybrids.” Hoseok says gently and Jungkook looks at everyone.
“We all look healthy, why is that suspicious?”
“Just because we look the part, doesn’t mean we are, Jungkook.” Namjoon reminds him.
“Fair.”
“Regardless, I don’t think he should have been rude. I didn’t do anything to offend him, other than the fact that I’m technically human.” You lean your cheek in your hand and rest your elbow on the table, sighing.
“No, you didn’t do anything.” Taehyung reassures and Yoongi keeps his eyes on the door.
“Does that happen often?” Namjoon raises the question.
You shrug.
“Depends on the situation and location. So as long as I look human, most hybrids dislike me.”
“But if you still had your animal features, humans would hate you..” Jungkook says sadly and you shrug again, not fazed by his words.
“You never win in this situation, huh?” Namjoon says and you smile sadly, shaking your head.
“So as long as I’m alive, I will never win.”
After dinner, Yoongi had driven back home again, watching you struggle to keep your eyes open in the car.
“You can go to sleep, (Y/n).” He says in your head and you shake your head in response.
“I want to keep you company..”
“You can keep me company in the house.”
You shake your head softly and he sighs, knowing you’re not going to listen to him.
Yoongi glances at you every now and then during the ride, a small entertained smile on his lips whenever your head lolls a little too much, causing you to wake up and start all over again.
He gently holds your hand and you smile sleepily when you feel his familiar warmth, holding it as tight as you can in your sleepy state.
When you all arrive home, he takes you inside first quietly along with Hoseok who’s carrying Jimin. He places you in his bed and comes back out to the car full of sleeping hybrids.
He would shake them awake, but he doesn’t know if that would cause a bad reaction in either of them.
“Namjoon, Taehyung, let’s go, we’re back.” Yoongi taps their legs from the front seat and Namjoon immediately sits up, startling Yoongi.
“Jesus Christ, you fucking demon. Get inside you’re gonna give me a heart attack, you look like you saw a damn ghost.” Yoongi slaps his thigh and Namjoon’s wide eyes go back to their sleepy state, sluggishly heading inside.
Taehyung doesn’t seem like he’ll be waking up anytime soon.
Hoseok and Jin come by once Jungkook has been woken up and inside, checking on Yoongi.
“Is he awake?” Jin crawls in the backseat and Yoongi shakes his head.
Hoseok stares at him and his brows furrow, getting closer.
“He doesn’t look like he’s breathing..” He comments and both of them whip their heads in his direction, eyes wide with fear.
Jin quickly puts his ear in front of Taehyung’s mouth and presses two fingers on his neck where the easiest spot of his pulse would be.
They both stare at the oldest in anticipation.
Jin sighs out a breath of relief and pulls away when he knows the bear is alive.
“He’s okay. Don’t say that shit Hoseok you’re gonna kill both of us.” Jin leans back into the bear’s neck and Hoseok flushes.
“Sorry.”
Jin suddenly bites into Taehyung’s neck and the two gasp, jumping back when Taehyung’s eyes shoot open and attempt to grab at whoever attacked him.
Jin grabs his wrist and pins them to the back of Taehyung’s neck, crossing them.
“Relax, breathe, it’s just me.” Jin lets Taehyung take a couple seconds to realize who bit him, closing his eyes and taking in Jin’s scent.
Taehyung sighs, relaxing his stiff and tense body, Jin releasing him.
“You need to find a different way of waking me up. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“And leave you to get sick in the car? Not an option. Let’s go.” Jin leads his leg out first and crawls out, Taehyung following Hoseok inside.
Yoongi shuts the door and Jin walks inside with him.
“I usually just wait it out.” He says, catching Jin’s attention.
“That’s a waste of time. And he’s told me he doesn’t like that, he feels like he’s being watched.”
Yoongi stops right in front of the door.
“Why didn’t he say anything?”
“He knows that you are helping, and that’s the safest way for everyone, but he says it brings back memories sometimes.”
“I don’t think I know his whole story, then..” Yoongi walks inside the house and Jin walks with him, shutting the door behind them.
Namjoon heads into his room and opens the door, frowning when he sees his bed is still done. He changes into his pajamas and brushes his teeth, staring at his bed.
He goes to your room and opens the door quietly, finding Jungkook already fast asleep, fully dressed. Namjoon sighs and walks over to him, picking out his pajamas and closing his eyes, undressing him carefully and putting his pajamas on.
Jungkook can sleep now, but he’ll be uncomfortable for the rest of the night and be too lazy to change in the middle of the night.
Namjoon leaves the room after he’s done and goes down to the living room, looking around.
“If you’re looking for her, she’s staying in my room.” Yoongi says with a toothbrush in his hand.
Namjoon jumps.
“Ah, no I wasn’t looking for her.” He scratches the back of his head and Yoongi stares at him, continuing to brush his teeth.
Namjoon blinks and looks around the room, unsure of what to say or do next.
Yoongi doesn’t stop brushing, raising a brow.
“Okay I was.” His cheeks dust pink and Yoongi goes back to the bathroom, rinsing and drying his mouth.
When he finishes, he comes back out and stops in front of Namjoon.
“She’s still recovering, so she’ll be staying with me. Is there a reason you’re looking for her?”
Namjoon looks down at him.
Just a general question, no judgement.
“Yeah, I.. I don’t like to sleep alone.” Namjoon squeezes his eyes shut and opens them when he doesn’t hear Yoongi laughing.
Yoongi just stares at him and walks into Hoseok’s room, both of them coming out.
“I can sleep with Jin today, you can go ahead and sleep with Mimi today.” Hoseok smiles at him and Namjoon’s cheeks turn a darker shade of pink.
“Mimi?”
“Jimin, I mean. Or would you prefer to sleep with me?” Hoseok tilts his head and Namjoon looks into his room.
“I’ll..sleep with him today..” Namjoon whispers and both of them nod, heading into their rooms.
Namjoon shuffles into Hoseok’s room and crawls into the bed, blushing at the thought of crawling into someone else’s bed.
Jimin frowns, rolling from his side to his back, making a little ‘mrrp’ noise.
Namjoon stills, afraid he’ll wake the cat.
When Jimin’s breathing slows, Namjoon lays down and Jimin shimmies his way into Namjoon’s side, taking in his warmth.
He stares down at the cat, unsure of what to do. Jimin begins quietly purring when he senses Namjoon’s stress, calming him down.
Eventually, Namjoon falls asleep and cuddles Jimin closer to him, huddled under the blanket together.
Yoongi sits on his bed and watches you roll around after you’ve slowly and sleepily changed into one of his shirts, digging your head into his sheets.
He hums in amusement and pets your hair, brushing it away from your face.
“One day you’ll win. I will make sure of it..”
Jimin slowly uncurls from his ball position, stretching out his entire body and embraces Hoseok’s body, smiling when he moves around.
Jimin digs his head in Hoseok’s chest, pausing when he feels more muscle than normal, a deep sound resonating from the body.
He slowly looks up and sees Namjoon’s faded purple hair and koala ears, flicking when he hears movement.
Jimin looks down at Namjoon’s large chest and wiggles away, face red.
“Jimin..?” Namjoon says groggily, looking around for him.
He leans over the side of the bed and sees a cowering Jimin, not able to look at him.
“Why are you on the floor..?” Namjoon pets his ears and smiles slightly when he hears the cat purring, leaning in closer to his hand.
“Come on, get on the bed.” He tells him, pulling him up softly.
Jimin crawls back on the bed, keeping his eyes away from the koala’s chest so as to not run away again.
They lay under the covers a little longer until Jimin sits up, hearing footsteps coming down from the stairs.
Four knocks touch the door and Jimin crawls over Namjoon’s legs.
“Hobi!” Jimin runs to the door and whips it open, excited to see his favorite person.
Besides you, of course.
“Mimi!” Hoseok whisper yells, hugging him.
Namjoon turns over in the bed and Hoseok walks into the room, Jimin trailing after him.
“How did you sleep?”
“Good.” Namjoon whispers and he nods, patting Jimin’s back.
“Go wake up the others for me.” He tells him, ruffling Jimin’s already messy bed hair.
He does as he’s told and heads to Jin’s room first.
“How did you actually sleep?” Hoseok asks again, knowing Joon was just lying for Jimin’s sake.
“I didn’t sleep much, I was worried I was going to scare him awake..” Namjoon rubs the sleepiness out of his eyes and Hoseok frowns.
“Why would you scare him awake?”
“Uh,”
“Yoongi, I’m fine. Thank you for waking me up, Jimin.” Both of them turn their heads in the direction of the door where you’re standing.
“Good morning you two.” You greet, your arm already covered in new bandages.
“Morning.” They both reply, exiting the room and going into the kitchen, taking a seat when you and Jin head for the stove.
Yoongi and Hoseok momentarily leave the house to get all the plushes left in the cars, coming back in and tossing them in the living room.
“Hey, no. Go sit down.” Jin blocks you from getting near the stove and you frown.
“But-”
“Sit.” Yoongi gently yet firmly guides you to your spot at the head of the island, giving your head a soft kiss.
“Hmph.”
“I got it, I got it.” Taehyung gets dragged by Jimin out of his room, sitting him down next to Yoongi.
“Where’s Jungkook?” You ask.
“He didn’t want to wake up.” Jimin says, leaning his head on a sleepy Taehyung’s shoulder.
“I’ll go get him. Yoongi, you cook.” Hoseok leaves the room and Yoongi rolls his eyes, getting off his seat and going to help Jin.
When Hoseok gets to your room and knocks four times, he opens the door when he doesn’t respond.
“Jungkook?” He pokes his head in, looking around the room for the bunny.
“Hmm..”
“Jungkook, it’s breakfast time.”
“I’m not hungry..”
“Huh? You’re always hungry. What’s wrong?” Hoseok steps into the room and sits next to the unmoving lump in the bed.
“I’m just tired.”
“Mm. Okay, do you want me to save you some food for later when you feel hungry?”
“Mm.”
“Alright, I’ll come up every now and then to check on you.” Hoseok rubs his cheek on the blanket where Jungkook’s head is, leaving a comforting scent behind.
He leaves the room and comes back down, seeing you staring outside.
“She’ll probably come back in a month. Jiu likes to make sure you guys are doing okay. And she probably knows what you did.” Yoongi places freshly cooked eggs on everyone’s plates and Namjoon cringes.
“Don’t remind me.”
“Why, you having regrets?” Jin turns to him and wiggles his eyebrows knowingly, making Namjoon blush.
“Change the subject.”
“He’s lonely.” You say suddenly, not giving context. Everyone looks at Hoseok and he nods.
“He said he’s tired. Besides Taehyung, he’s the only one that slept alone last night.” Hobi ruffles the back of his hair and Taehyung looks up.
“I’m, not too comfortable when sleeping with people often.” Taehyung explains for Namjoon to understand.
“We’ll have to pair up. Jin usually sleeps alone, and the two don’t interact as much. Jungkook will sleep with Jin.” You stare at Jin and he nods, continuing to make french toast.
“Sleeping with Yoongi doesn’t happen often, I know he likes his space. This is just until he decides I’m fully healed.” You close your eyes and wince when you accidentally bump your arm into the counter, making Yoongi whip his head around.
“Which doesn’t seem to be happening any time soon.” Namjoon comments and clears his throat, making you slap his wrist.
“Ow.” He chuckles and Hoseok sits down.
“So, Jin and Jungkook, Yoongi and (Y/N), Jimin, me and Namjoon can sleep together. Or I could sleep alone.”
“I’ll take Jimin, you can sleep with the kid.” Taehyung leans his cheek in his palm and Namjoon sits up, opening his hands up to the air like what the hell.
“I’m older than you.”
“Not by how long you’ve lived in this house, you’re not.”
Namjoon raises a finger in Taehyung’s direction, wagging it to come up with a point, then setting it back down when he doesn’t have an argument.
“You got me there.”
“Are you sure you’ll be okay, Taehyung?” You voice your concern.
“I have to hold something when I sleep, and from what Hobi has told me, Jimin sleeps like a log. I don’t think I’ll notice too much. And if I do, I’ll just give him back.”
“He’s not a pillow, Taehyung.” Jin sets the french toast on everyone’s plate and takes a seat after covering Jungkook’s plate with aluminum.
After seeing everyone has begun eating, you begin to eat as well, making Namjoon smile with your habits.
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Pairing: Hybrid Namjoon x Reader, Occasional OT7 x Reader, Occasional character x character ✨
Warnings: None
Word count: 3k
When you arrive at the arcade, Yoongi barely parks when you shoot out the car, startling Namjoon.
You jump and run around excitedly and the boys smile at your excited puppy likeness.
“She reminds me of a golden retriever..” Namjoon comments and Jin smiles.
“It is part of her genetics.” He stands next to him and cringes when he sees the bracelet on Namjoon’s wrist.
“Don’t make that face, you’re not the one wearing it.” Namjoon squints and Hoseok collects you, making you giggle when he finally catches you.
“Alright, let’s head inside.” Yoongi holds your right hand and leads everyone inside.
“How does this work?” Jungkook looks at a sign reading the instructions of how the game cards work.
“We have one card, and we put at least 50 dollars for each person that works, and since we haven’t been here since before we got Jimin, we’ll have to find a new method.” Hoseok taps his chin and you look up at the board for how the cards work.
“Each of you pays 80.” Namjoon suddenly says as Hoseok is taking his phone out.
“What? You ask.
“If you all usually pay 50 for each person, but there’s only three of us that are jobless and five of you, the even distribution between you five would be 30 for us. 50 times 3 is 150 but 150 divided by 5 is 30. You’d pay 80 each in total.” He explains and everyone suddenly looks at you, who is staring at him with wide eyes.
“(Y/n), you’re in public.” Jin reminds you and you jump, your face beet red.
“Okay! 30 it is!” You start walking towards the registers and Yoongi follows.
“80.” He corrects and you whip your head in his direction, startling him.
“Just send me the money.” You whisper and he blushes, nodding.
“Okay.”
Everyone sends you money and you wait until they all come through into your account, making sure the three newbies stay close.
When you put the money in the account, Jimin tries to see the receipt but you hide it before he can.
“How much was it in total, Noona?”
“Nothing to worry about, Jiminie.”
“400.” Namjoon butts in and you swat him away.
“T-that’s a lot, Noona!” He looks at you worried and you kiss his forehead.”
“I didn’t pay all that myself so it’s okay, it’s fair.” You smile at him and all of you walk to where the games are.
“Why do you only use one card?” Jungkook asks and you hand it to Yoongi who has already found a game.
“We get points faster that way. The more points we earn, the more rewards we can get.” You follow Yoongi and watch as he hands the card to Jin and Hoseok, who go straight to the air hockey table.
“But doesn’t that mean you have to stay close by to pass the card around?”
“We’re patient. Besides, we have all day to play all the games we want.” You watch Yoongi make a character jump up on platforms to reach the top without falling.
“Do we have to stay close to you?” Namjoon asks and you look up at him.
“Not here no, but here.” You take their wrists and rub them against yours, taking their scents onto your skin.
“I’ll be able to find you regardless of distance since I’ve memorized your scent and breathing pattern, this is just for you. Besides, you have our trust link.” You tap your head and they nod.
“Just meet up with me when you’re done.” You smile and they walk away except for Jimin, whose eyes are trained on the jumping character, his tail flicking whenever it jumps on a higher platform.
Namjoon walks to Hoseok and watches both him and Jin hit the disk across the table, jumping away when Hoseok accidentally hits it hard enough that it flies off the table.
“Watch it man, almost hit my dick.” Jin swears and Namjoon snorts, turning away when Jin’s sugar glider ear flicks in his direction in annoyance.
“Wah..” Jungkook stares at the two girls playing a dancing game with arrows at a rapid speed.
His bunny ears twitch with every step they take and you cheer Yoongi on when he finishes the game, reaching the very end and receiving a large sum of points.
“You wanna play?” Taehyung walks up to him and Jungkook plays with his shirt.
“N-no..”
“You’ve been staring at it since we got here.” He looks towards the game.
“I don’t know how to play.” He says sheepishly and Taehyung walks to Hoseok, taking the card out of his pocket and makes his way to the dance game, dragging Jungkook with him.
“W-wait they’re still playing!” Jungkook panics and Taehyung stops right behind them, watching them finish up a song.
“We’ll queue. I’ll show you how to play.” He smiles at him and Jungkook stares at the screen as the girls hit every move.
“See? They’re done.” He walks up closer and clears his throat, catching their attention before they pick another song.
“Can we play next?” Taehyung asks with a soft smile, his bear ears flicking at them.
“O-oh, sure.” They hurriedly hop off and Taehyung pulls Jungkook onto the platform.
“I’ll pick the easy mode so that you don’t get too overwhelmed.” He uses the arrows on the floor to navigate through the songs and Jungkook jumps when he feels a hand on his back.
“I knew you’d come to this game first.” Hoseok says and leans against the railing leading to the bathrooms.
“But I don’t even know what this is..”
“You’ll know.” He waves him off and Taehyung chooses a song by a japanese girl with colored hair.
“Who is that?”
“I can never remember the name but all I know is that she’s not real.” He shrugs and the song starts.
Jungkook struggles to time the steps but eventually gets the hang of it, his bunny smile coming into view and he progressively gets better.
When the song ends, Hoseok claps for him excitedly.
“You did good for someone who didn’t know what this is.” He pats Jungkook on the back and you come by and take the card from Taehyung.
“Can we do another one?” Jungkook looks up at him and he nods, stealing the card from your hands before you even have the chance to turn away.
“Hey-”
“Just one second.” Taehyung swipes the card on the machine, handing the card back to you.
You follow Jimin to a game he wanted to play and Jin along with Namjoon join the boys.
“You can pick the next song you wanna play.” Taehyung steps off the platform and Hoseok stands in his place.
“You’re playing next?” Jungkook seems a little nervous to dance with the dance teacher of the group.
“Don’t worry, I’m not too good at these.” He takes Jungkook’s worry away and Jungkook doesn’t seem so sure.
He picks out a song from a famous girl group and sets it to moderate speed.
“Uh, you sure you wanna go that fast already?” Jin steps next to Taehyung, leaning on the railing to get a better view.
“It was a little too slow at first for me.” He cracks his knuckles and both Jin and Hoseok raise their eyebrows at each other.
After some time of using the game, Jungkook had beaten every member and the two girls who were playing earlier.
“Luckily for you, the girls had used their cards for their rounds with you so you still have money to play other games.” Yoongi watches you come up with Jimin, water bottles in both of your hands.
“Here.” You hand each of them a water bottle and they gladfully take it.
“Maybe you should come to my class, you certainly have the energy for it.” Hoseok says slightly out of breath.
Namjoon looks at a mario kart section and wanders over to it.
A woman stares at him and Namjoon frowns, turning away and walking back to you.
“Can we play that one?” He taps your shoulder, catching your attention.
You lean over to look at the game and you nod, following him to the mario kart section.
The others follow you and you take your place in the first seat, Namjoon in the second.
Hoseok rushes into the third seat and Jin sits in the last seat.
You swipe the card and pass it down along the line, Yoongi taking it away from Jin when he swipes it.
The same woman from before comes by to watch and stands behind Namjoon’s seat.
You laugh when the race starts and Namjoon starts screaming in panic.
“I can’t drive!” Namjoon announces and you struggle to keep your eyes on the road.
“You suggested this game!” Jin shouts, cursing when he gets hit by a red shell.
“Hoseok, I will eat you.” He threatens, making Hoseok laugh loudly.
“No, no no! Namjoon!!” You kick your feet exasperatedly when he throws a blue shell at you, making you lose your number one spot.
“Literally, how are you in first place?” Yoongi comments, shooing the woman away.
She scowls and takes her leave, but never takes her eyes off him.
“Asking the real questions.” Taehyung wags his finger at Yoongi and Namjoon throws his hands in the air when you hit him with a shell as well, losing his number one spot and so graciously handing it to you.
“Spoke too soon.” Yoongi covers his mouth in amusement and Namjoon hops off, letting the others play.
“Hungry?” You ask.
“Yeah, how did you know?”
“I can smell your desperation for food off of you.”
“Who is that?” Jimin cuts in, pointing behind you.
“Jimin, no pointing.” You cover his finger and look, the woman from before standing there.
“I don’t know.”
“She’s been staring at me since we got here..” Namjoon looks everywhere but at her, making you frown.
You let go of Jimin and begin walking in the lady’s direction but Namjoon suddenly picks you up and walks away.
“Namjoon!”
“She’s gonna fight that lady, watch over her.” Namjoon places you in Taehyung’s lap who is now sitting in the mario kart seat, ready to play.
“Who?”
“Not the point. Don’t let her get away.”
Taehyung happily wraps his arms around you and keeps you facing the other members next to him. Which was a mistake on his part. Because now you’re death glaring at the lady and Namjoon is trying his best not to laugh.
“Noona, why are you glaring at the woman?” Jimin asks but Namjoon gently hovers his hand over Jimin’s mouth.
“I don’t think she’s gonna wanna answer that question.” Namjoon ruffles his hair softly and Jimin giggles, suddenly hugging him.
Namjoon stays still and Jimin rubs his cheeks into his chest.
“I win!” Jin shoots up from his seat and Yoongi whines, leaning his head on the headrest.
“Woah, (Y/n), you okay?” Jin stops his triumph and stands behind you.
“Someone’s been making Namjoon uncomfortable.” Taehyung pets your hair and you sit alert when she starts walking over.
“No, I’m not getting between this.” Taehyung lets you go and you pull Namjoon and Jimin behind you.
“Relax lady, I’m here to adopt.” She crosses her arms and your face doesn’t falter.
“They’re not adoptable.”
“Then why do you have so many?”
“They’re my family.”
She laughs, not taking you seriously.
“They’re not family, they’re pets.”
“Which explains why you don’t have any hybrids around you.” You spit, making her frown.
“Just give me the adoption papers for the koala and we’ll be through here.”
“The hell I will.”
“You don’t get to keep so many hybrids to yourself. You’re being selfish.”
“For what, letting them get a chance to have their independence years?”
She gasps as if you said you eat them for a living.
“You’re letting them roam free?!”
“Watch it.” You pull Jungkook behind you along with Taehyung.
She scoffs.
“What, are you so desperate to be a hybrid you’ve surrounded yourself with them? Is that why you’re so desperate to keep all of them? Just hand the most recent one over, you’ll be less attached to it.” She snaps her fingers in demand and Taehyung grabs your wrist before you’re able to step closer to her.
“How cute, you have to have your little bear stop you.” She gets closer and reaches for Namjoon’s wrist but you, Yoongi, and Jin dig your claws into her arm before she even gets near him.
She gasps and tries pulling herself away from you three.
“I’ll report you to the hybrid control! Let me go!”
“And what will you report? That you harassed my family and proceeded to threaten their safety when they’re rescues?”
“You have no proof.” She manages to rip her arm away from Jin and Yoongi, but not you.
Hoseok pulls out his phone and plays back the video of the entire interaction, making her eyes go wide.
“Run that by me again?” You dig your nails deeper into her skin and she hisses.
“I don’t want to see your face back here again. You’re wasting my time and their comfort.” You release her and she rushes away, holding her arm.
“Noona!” Jimin runs to you and checks your nails which are now back to normal.
“I’m alright. Are you all okay?” You look at them and they nod, checking on Namjoon.
“You good, man?” Taehyung sniffs Namjoon to make sure but Namjoon doesn’t respond.
“You can keep playing, I’ll keep watch.” You hold Jimin’s hand as Taehyung gives the card to Hoseok.
“Are you sure we shouldn’t stick close?” Jungkook steps up and you shake your head.
“As long as the four of you are with one of us four, you’re safe. Usually Taehyung is able to wander but since this incident happened, we’re going to have to be paired. If one of you wants to play with a different member, just switch, yeah?” You explain and they nod, Jimin wanders over to Hoseok, Jungkook to Yoongi, Taehyung to Jin, and Namjoon to you.
You all follow each other to the first game you’ve decided to play and pass the card around as time goes by.
Namjoon has been choosing games that won’t strain your arm but will still let you have fun.
“Thanks, by the way.” He says loudly over the arcade noises.
“Why?”
“You didn’t let her take me.” He says and you look up at him.
“Don’t thank me for something like that. She should have some respect. She’s lucky we were in public.” You cross your arms and he hums in amusement.
“I don’t think being in public would stop you.” He teases, not paying attention to any of the games around him.
You scoff.
“I have decency. I didn’t want to do anything in public because it means risking the four of you.” You glance at him and he seems confused.
“Why do you keep saying four? Isn’t it just Jungkook, Jimin and I?”
“No, Taehyung isn’t done with his year of working.”
“What?”
“He’s 24. I found him when he was 23, and his birthday is late in the year. They start the 2 year process on their birthday regardless of the time you adopt them.”
“You found me in like, November of last year.”
“I know. Unfortunately, since you weren’t adopted by the time your birthday came around, you’ll have to wait until next year for your years to start, along with Jungkook.”
“That’s stupid.”
“It is, I’m sorry.” You frown at him and he rubs his neck.
“I’ve been..restarting for so long so another year couldn’t hurt.” He smiles at you and you blush, thanking the flashing lights of the arcade for covering you.
“Mm..” You respond.
“Do you wanna play something else before we go?” He walks closer to you as people pass by him.
“No, I spent all my money.” You shrug and he looks around.
“We should eat, then.”
“Already ahead of you.” Jin walks up to you with Taehyung, waving his phone.
“I called the nearest kbbq for a reservation.” He smirks proudly.
“Thanks.” You smile at him and the others come up.
“Alright, that’s all my money.” Hoseok pulls out his bare pockets as if he was carrying cash.
“We’re gonna go to Itaewon since it’s already night time.” Jin begins walking to the nearby register to check the points on the machine.
“How do you know it’s night time?” Taehyung asks.
“My phone tells time, Taehyung.” Jin remarks and Taehyung’s cheeks dust pink.
“Ah, we can get a 200 hundred point plush for each member.” Jin says and you look around his arm.
“That’s it?”
“What, did you want to buy half the shop because we have more than enough to do so.” He brags.
“No, no. We don’t need so much crap in the house.” Yoongi butts in and you all pick out a giant plush.
Walking out of the arcade, you carry your silver-blue wolf plush to the car, using both arms to hold it properly.
“Well, at least we have more pillows for the couch.” Hoseok says, carrying his deer plush.
“As if we needed any more.” Yoongi rolls his eyes and you stare at his black cat plush.
“You didn’t need to get the plush, Yoongi.” You raise a brow and he glances at his plush, turning away from you as if you’ll take it from him.
“Shut up.”
You unlock your car and stack each other’s plush on top of each other in your trunk, Hoseok doing the same with his car.
“Alright, let’s get going.” Jin claps his hands together and you all get in your cars, watching Yoongi not even giving you the chance to get in the driver’s seat.
“How’s your arm? You didn’t play anything too rough did you?” Yoongi begins driving behind Hoseok’s car that’s leading him to the restaurant.
“I couldn’t even if I wanted to.” You joke.
“Why? Did it hurt a lot? Why didn’t you say anything? Do you need your bandages changed? Call Jin and we’ll stop so he can-”
“Yoongi, relax. I’m fine.” You hold his hand and he makes a painfully worried expression, squeezing your hand softly.
“I said that because Namjoon wouldn’t let me.” You give him a smile and he glances in the rearview mirror Namjoon looking directly back at him.
“That’s good.” He looks away and you continue the car ride in silence.
Pairing: Hybrid Namjoon x Reader, Occasional OT7 x Reader, Occasional character x character ✨
Warnings: Angst
Word count: 3k
“I won’t go out, then.” You pout to Yoongi, to which he doesn’t believe but he’ll drop the topic for now.
Your eyes land on a strand of Namjoon’s hair that’s sticking up from his pillow fight earlier with Jin.
“Are you going to do anything tomorrow?” Jungkook asks Namjoon, his eyes glancing at you coming over and fixing Namjoon’s hair.
He jumps at the touch, but recognizes your touch and scent.
“No, I don’t have anything to do. Why?”
“Just..asking..” He watches you brush his hair down with your fingers, petting his koala ears as well.
Namjoon suddenly shakes his head aggressively to adjust to the feeling, then goes back to looking at Jungkook.
“What did you end up doing today?” He asks the bunny.
“Huh? Oh, I… went to talk to a doctor.” He replies, tearing his eyes away from you, grooming Namjoon.
“Are you okay? Is it your heart again?”
“No, no. My heart is fine.”
You pat Namjoon’s head when you’re done and walk to the living room, taking a seat next to Hoseok.
“What was that?” Jungkook whispers even though you can probably hear anyway.
“What was what”
“The..grooming.”
“What grooming?”
“Wh- yo-” Jungkook sits straight up and blinks as if someone just spilled lipstick in his valentino white bag.
He reaches for Namjoon’s head to show him an example but Namjoon’s head flinches away, startling Jungkook.
He blinks again, trying to comprehend what just happened.
“Did- did you just flinch?” Jungkook asks, afraid of the answer.
“Well, yeah. You just went straight for it, it scared me.”
“You’ve never flinched from me.”
Namjoon stares at him and thinks back.
“Oh, I haven’t, now that I think about it..”
“Then why did you do it now?”
Namjoon pauses, thinking back to what happened the other day.
No one has put him in such a low mental state like Jungkook did, not since you left the hospital and he didn’t know why you left.
Maybe that’s why he felt so harsh about you but he didn’t remember why.
“I don’t trust you.” He suddenly says and Jungkook’s eyes widen, his bunny ears flat against his head.
“What?You don’t trust me?” He stands up and you look at them.
“Yeah.”
“You don’t have the right to not trust me.”
Namjoon scoffs.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I never gave you any reason to distrust me.”
“Really, what about the time you made me have a severe panic attack in front of everyone? I haven’t had one of those since No-(Y/n) left the hospital. Or when you left me in the shelter even though you said you wouldn’t go anywhere without me? Or the reason for (Y/n)’s injury?”
“Don’t pin the shelter part on me, you chose to leave me here.”
“And yet, before that, you said you wouldn’t stay without me.”
“That still doesn’t excuse the fact that you should be distrusting me. Only I get to distrust you because of what you did.” Jungkook gets closer to him and you sit up in case it gets too far.
“Ineversaid you couldn’t lose trust in me. Go for it.” He shrugs and goes back to your phone which you let him borrow.
“You know, it’s unfair that you didn’t remember her and you didn’t trust her, but now that you do remember her, you trust her now despite the fact that she left you alone in that hospital. How does that make any sense?”
Namjoon tosses your phone on the counter aggressively and stands, getting in Jungkook’s face.
You hold your hand against Hoseok’s chest, who is ready to break up the fight.
“The only difference between you and her, is that she didn’t mean to leave me in that hospital and tried to keep me safe whilst she stayed. Meanwhile, you took everything I did for you as a threat, and you didn’t bother to try and keep me safe.” Namjoon laces his words with poison and watches as Jungkook’s eyes begin to water, watching Namjoon walk away to the backyard.
Yoongi stares at you and you keep your lip between your teeth, unsure of what move to make next.
If you go to Namjoon, Jungkook will begin to think you only care for him. If you go to Jungkook, Namjoon will begin to think you agree with Jungkook’s words.
Hoseok walks up to Jungkook and Yoongi walks to you, giving you a soft peck on your forehead.
“We got it.” He walks outside where Namjoon is sitting on a bench, his head in his hands.
“Hm.” Yoongi catches his attention, his head lifting from his hands.
“You two were inseparable when we met you. What happened?” Yoongi takes his spot on the swinging bench and Namjoon sighs.
“His persistence for getting out of that shelter..”
“Well, I don’t think anyone would want to stay for long.”
“Obviously not. But it was just, everyday. ‘When are we leaving again? Do you think they’ll keep us? What about Noona? Will Noona keep us?’ He kept asking things I had no answers to, and when he got approved, I obviously didn’t know what would come next. I didn’t want to leave him, but I knew one day he wouldn’t wait for me any longer.” He sighs again and leans back, staring at the sky now turning dark.
“I knew what they would have done to him had I not been there to take care of him.”
“What do you mean?”
Namjoon rolls his eyes.
“He’s young, innocent, attractive, and a bunny hybrid. That should speak for itself.” He crosses his arms and Yoongi looks through the window to see Hoseok talking to Jungkook.
“I don’t trust him because I hadn’t been in a mental state like that in so long, and he’s the last person that I thought would put me in that space again. Noon- (Y/N)!!” He shouts exasperatedly and you burst through the door, startling everyone.
“Are you okay?!”
“I-I’m fine, sorry. I was correcting myself and I got upset.” He rubs his neck and you take a deep breath, walking back inside.
“I was going to say, that (Y/n) had a different reaction because when we were younger, I would get scared and she would distract me from it. I began to..trust her again because she’s someone who took care of me and earned my respect. Of course, regardless if I remembered her or not, I don’t agree with a few things she’s said to me or done, but she’s proving to me I can trust her. And the more time I spend with her, the more she reminds me of her younger self.”
Yoongi keeps an eye on Namjoon’s reactions when you pass by the window, slight admiration in his eyes.
“What was she like?” He asks and Namjoon looks back at him.
“Hm?”
“When she was with you.”
“Oh, she was like how she is now, just less knowledgeable, more immature, yet she grew up too soon..”
“She still wanted to be a kid when she had the chance.”
“Something like that. I remember she would play with me when we were on our own, she would make me stay as quiet as possible but try to let me have fun. One time, they gave me a plate of tangerines and they had said that if I didn’t eat them in 5 minutes, they’d test me on my appetite. I obviously wasn’t able to do that at that age, so, once they left, she took them from me and ate them all, shoving four at a time in her mouth and gave me a piece so that when they came back, it’d look like I ate them all.” He smiles at the memory and Yoongi chuckles.
“When she would come back from being tested, she would have prick holes and red skin from all the needles and I would hug her, not knowing how much pain she was in. She would always hold me whenever I got tested once a month for my health because I was in pain and I wouldn’t be in pain anymore due to her hugs. So, I thought that would help her as well.” Namjoon’s smile becomes a sad frown.
“Whenever they would try to test me for something other than my health, she would bare her fangs in such a terrifying way, her claws would come out in the size of an adult wolf and her eyes would be so red from the strain of intimidating them. They knew not to mess with her when she got like that, she put one of the new doctors in the hospital when he pushed past her to grab me.” He rubs his arms and Yoongi’s eyes become as wide as saucers.
“Did he touch you?”
“Barely even got to look at me until she attacked him. She taught me to cover my eyes and ears whenever they would come into the room in case it got to that point. I haven’t seen her gone feral since the day before she left.” He takes a deep breath and Yoongi looks at his hands.
“What did she call you, when she was there?”
Namjoon’s ears turn red.
“Namjoon. Just Namjoon.”
“Your face says otherwise.”
“She..she would call me Joon, Joonie, Namu, Nam, Monie, prince, her little koala..” Namjoon’s face turns redder and his hands creep higher up his face at every name.
“Prince?”
“S-she would call me special and only a prince should be so taken care of, and a prince should get everything he wants in the outside world.”
“So, you were spoiled?”
“I was not!”
“Sure you weren’t, prince.” Yoongi pokes fun at him and Namjoon’s face is so red he could be mistaken for a fresh, fully grown tomato.
“Anyway, I didn’t get tested often after she left. I would threaten that she would find out and come back and they would laugh it off, not knowing that was exactly what happened. Ididn’t even know. She would always play with me even though she was all bruised and abused, never letting her pain show. She had a huge bruise on her back when they removed her tail, but I didn’t even know what they had done because she said it was broken and they were going to give her a new one. She couldn’t even stand that day without nearly falling over, she couldn’t sit down so I would play with her laying down.” Namjoon’s voice cracks and he clears his throat. Yoongi’s brows furrowed in worry.
“She got her ears removed, I think some time before she left. But I didn’t notice because she would always wear a hat around that time, so I thought she was cold in the room.” He shrugs and drags a rough hand over his mouth towards his chin, crossing his hands again.
“Seeing her like this, I’m happy she made it out alive and healthy. But I wish I would have recognized her sooner, she’s gone through enough because of me and she went through even more when we met because of me again.”
“Did you love her?” Yoongi asks. The question stuns Namjoon into silence for a few minutes.
“She was the only one who gave me a chance, even when she didn’t know who I was, twice. I fell in love with the idea of her because I didn’t even know if she would make it out alive from that hospital..” Namjoon sniffles.
“She took so much from herself, only to give it to someone so ungrateful.” Namjoon hiccups and wipes his face when a tear rolls down.
“I loved her so much when we were younger, and it kills me knowing I didn’t bother looking for her after I got out because I thought she was either dead, or just left me behind, or took too long to find me.”
“There were so many misunderstandings I think about every day, and yet when I see her trying her hardest to take care of me like back then, to give me what I need and what I want, regardless of the misunderstandings and past, it reminds me of how much I love her..” His cheeks are wet with tears and Yoongi doesn’t move.
“Because no matter how much time, trauma, and pain has passed, she’s still that little girl that took care of me with her whole being, hybrid or not.”
“Alright boys, call off because we’re going to the arcade.” You put your hands on your hips in front of everyone in the living room.
They look you up and down, dressed in a tan comfy sweater with a white collared shirt under and a (f/c) skirt, your (f/c) converse to match.
“W-we are?” Jimin asks, not used to seeing you in a skirt.
“Yes, we are.” You walk past him and shake Yoongi awake, everyone staring at your skirt from behind.
Except Namjoon and Jungkook.
But a little bit of Namjoon.
“Yoongi, stop pretending to be asleep.” You crawl over him and he peeks, jumping when he sees your exposed legs.
“You aren’t going anywhere with that skirt.”
“Why not? You like it when I wear skirts.” You sit on his chest and he slides his hands up your thighs and up your skirt, grabbing a handful of your ass.
“I do, so unless you want me to eat you in front of everyone, I suggest you change.” His eyes turn a dark shade of yellow, his fangs coming out.
“Now, now.” Hoseok carries you off Yoongi like a kitten, his hands under your armpits.
You hang limply and Taehyung’s face finds its way under your skirt, licking a stripe on the exposed skin of your ass by your underwear.
You scream and kick your legs forward, curling your knees up to your chest.
In the process, your skirt flips up and both Jimin and Namjoon’s face turn red seeing your underwear.
“Taehyung!” Jin swats the bear away who’s cackling maniacally as he runs away from Jin’s hands.
Hoseok carries you bridal style while holding the bottom of your skirt against your skin to keep the prying eyes away.
Jungkook watches as Yoongi growls at Hoseok for pulling you away from him.
“Quit being horny, let’s go to the arcade.” He taps Yoongi’s forehead away from you and you giggle as Yoongi hisses when Hoseok carries you away.
“You tease.” You kiss Hoseok’s cheek and he glances at you.
“Don’t say that or else I’llbe the one to fuck you.” He threatens, making you giggle at his response.
“I wanna lick Noona, too!” Jimin jumps up from his seat and Jin hugs his face to silence the cat, pushing Jimin’s face between his chest.
“Anyway, let’s get dressed for today.” Jin cocks his head to the ones on the couch in the direction of their bedrooms.
They all leave to get dressed and Jungkook bumps into Namjoon on the way, startling him.
Namjoon walks into his own room and Jungkook walks into yours, not saying a word to each other.
You watch Hoseok undress in his room, taking off his shirt and showing his toned skin.
“You’ve been earning his trust, (Y/n).” He smiles as he takes off his pants, looking for other clothing in just his boxers.
“Only a little.” You smile and lay down on your side, your legs curling up to cover your underwear.
“You say a little, but he’s been playing with Jin lately.”
“That has nothing to do with me, Hobi.”
“He’s only getting comfortable because he’s learning to trust you.” He raises a brow as he puts on some baggy pants with pockets and belts on the sides.
“Yeah, I guess.” You play with his sun shaped pillow, hugging it close to your chest.
“He has been arguing with Jungkook a lot more, though.”
“I know..”
“Hey, maybe this will be good for them. Getting to have fun with us like the childhood we never had.” He slips on a white shirt and a baggy tan sweater, smiling at you when his head pops out of it.
You hum with amusement, his hair now all messy. You stand up and fix it for him.
“Maybe.”
“I wanna ride with Noona!” Jimin starts walking towards your car until Jin holds his hand.
“No, we do this rock paper scissors.”
“Oldest ones first. Whoever pulls the same is the riding buddy.” You put your hands and start.
Both you and Yoongi pull rock and both Jin and Hoseok pull paper.
“Okay, you guys next. Whoever wins comes with us.” You step aside and the maknaes begin.
Namjoon and Taehyung pull scissors as Jungkook and Jimin pull paper.
The oldest members glance at you quickly and act like they didn’t when you glance back.
“Well, let’s get going.”
Everyone gets into their picked cars but Yoongi gets in the driver’s seat before you can, making you scoff in disbelief.
“Quit driving, you’re still injured.”
“I drive with my left.”
“Well, now you’re not driving at all.” He says smugly and you stare him down as you make your way to the passengers seat.
“You have your bracelet, right?” You ask Namjoon and he freezes.
“No, I forgot it…” He plays with his fingers and you get out of the car, walking to Hoseok’s car, waving him down.
He rolls down his window and you lean in.
“Jungkook, do you have your bracelet?”
His bunny ears shoot up so fast and hit the ceiling of the car with a thump.
“N-no..”
You nod and walk back inside, going up to your room and taking the bracelets off your bed, then walk back to the cars.
You stop when you see Namjoon getting out of the car.
“Where are you going?” You ask.
“I-I had to use the bathroom.” He stutters and you step to the side until he grabs your sweater subtly.
“Can you come?” He whispers and you look up at him, his eyes pleading.
“Okay.” You walk back inside and he follows. He pulls you to your bedroom bathroom and shuts the door, locking it.
“Um-”
“Don’t. Just..give me a second.” He makes you stand flush against the wall and he stands flush with the sink, staring at you.
You blink and open your mouth, but he steps closer to you and digs his nose in your neck, making you go stiff.
“You look pretty, you smell nice, too..” He whispers, his fingers digging into your back as he holds you close.
You shiver as he drags his nose up your neck and chuckles, his breath hitting your skin.
“Sorry, I couldn’t stand being in that car with you when you smell like this…”
“N-Namjoon..”
He takes a big inhale as he detaches himself from your neck, keeping his hands to himself. He clears his throat.
“I can see why they’re usually all over you..” He whispers and your cheeks dust pink.
“T-Thanks..” You look away from his dark eyes and he unlocks the door, letting you leave first.
When you both get to the car, Taehyung raises a brow at you in the mirror when he smells you.
Yoongi doesn’t think about it and begins driving to the arcade, leading Hoseok.
Summary: After helping out a koala and bunny hybrid, your bring them home with your other hybrids to adjust. But a certain koala doesn’t seem tho get the concept of being cared for without a catch. Having your own set of secrets, it already proves difficult to gain their trust and getting them to stay with you at the same time. Your hybrids already know everything about you and are willing to sacrifice whatever it takes to keep you safe.
Genre/Au’s: Rom-Com, fluff with bits of angst - Coworkers!AU; enemies to lovers; Journalist!AU
Paring: RM x Reader
Words count:4.629
Rating:18+
Warnings: Cursing; Mentions of a car accident.
Tigering: Mentions of blood; Mentions of surgery; Mentions of a bad fracture.
Synopsis: After graduating your dream was to become a journalist and work to one of the biggest magazines in the country. But that pretty dream does not translate perfectly to reality. The magazine is on verge of bankruptcy, great journalists are moving the rival magazines and not being replaced, your boss is a jerk who doesn’t even know your name. Fate seems to be toying you around to its own pleasure, can you take control of your life and achieve your dreams, or you are going to be carried away by fate’s plans?
Author note: This fanfic follows the world of the Brazilian production Procura-se um marido series. I do not own the series or original content.
You stare at the crack in the wall behind Julia’s desk while playing with a paperclip. Why are Fridays always endless? Looks like the closer the weekend gets, the less the clock works. And you can’t wait to get rid of the claustrophobic feeling that dominates you. It is almost three in the afternoon, and you still haven’t turned in the zodiac. Last night, you had barely managed to stop sobbing as you told the recent events between you and Namjoon to Sabrina, let alone make that hateful work.
You even thought that Namjoon would hang you as soon as he found out you still hadn’t sent the zodiac yet, and there are only two hours left until the end of the expedient, but he doesn’t seem to have realized it. In the few times you worked up the courage to spy on him, he seemed distant and distracted.
And there you were, just as distracted as he, staring at nothing, a text file open and still blank. Ella left her desk and came to sit on the edge of yours. She starts questioning you about the day before.
“I wasn’t feeling well,” You explain weakly. “Namjoon accompanied me. We live close by.”
“If you weren’t well, why didn’t he take you to a hospital?” She arches her delicate eyebrows.
“It was just a passing discomfort.“
"Hm, I know.”
“Ella, if you take a good look at the way Namjoon treats me, you’ll realize that he hates me.”
She laughs. “Oh, Y/n, you’re so naive…”
You blushed, annoyed. You are tired of being treated like a child by everyone. But before you could take out your frustration on Ella, your phone rings.
“Y/n, hi. It’s Jessy. How are you, honey?”
“Oh… H-hi.” You look at Namjoon’s office. He is engrossed in something in the wall. You cast a quick glance at Ella and mutter through your lips, covering the mouthpiece of the phone: “It’s my grandmother.”
She raises an eyebrow but leaves you alone and goes mind her own business.
“Can we have lunch on Tuesday?” Jessy asked.
Oh my God. You shouldn’t be seen with Jessy, especially now that Hani had moved over to her side. Namjoon would know about your secret work in a microsecond. Although maybe that wouldn’t be bad. You mean, maybe Jessy might want to offer you a real job, one that pays the bills and makes you happy.
“We received very good feedback from your first article, and that pleased the owners,” she says excitedly. "I want to make you an irrefutable offer! I know you will be very pleased. I call letting you know which restaurant we meet. Until later.”
You stare at your phone like it was a glittering gem. A proposal. One where you can finally become the journalist you have always dreamed of being. And considering recent events, it wouldn’t be a bad thing to stay away from Namjoon. You don’t want to be around when Alexia walks back down the magazine. Worse still, when Delilah shows up there, telling everyone that it was because of me that she and her beloved Namjoon ended up together.
You phone rings again. You don’t recognize the number.
“Hello?”
“MS. Y/l/n?” asks the unfamiliar male voice.
“It is me.”
“This is Lieutenant Samuel. I found your contact in the docs of your brother.”
“Oh my God.” You take a deep breath. “What did Hoseok do now?”
“I’m sorry, miss. He had an accident. Was brought to the hospital and…“
Then everything becomes a meaningless hum. The room is blurred, the beating of your heart drowns out all the sounds around you. The phone falls off your hand. Someone starts screaming. And after many hands try to grab you. You realize it is you. Colored spots dance on your eyes. Your brother’s face, with its smirk, flicker between them.
"She’s turning gray. I think you’re going to faint!” Someone says.
“Then don’t just stand there, do something!”
“Y/n!” Namjoon’s voice calls. “What’s it? Y/n, are you okay?” You think you are being shaken. “What happened? Did anyone see what happened?”
“I don’t know, Namjoon. She was on the phone, then she started screaming.“
"What phone… Hello? Who…? Oh my God. How is he? At where? Everything is fine, thanks for letting me know, Lieutenant.”
You brother is in the hospital. You brother has been in an accident. Is unconscious in an operating room. They don’t know the extent of the injuries. You should be prepared, the lieutenant warned.
“I think she’s in shock!”
“Y/n, my angel, can you hear me? Blink if you’re understanding.”
With some effort, you blink.
Someone strokes your cheek.
“Don’t Cry. Please, my angel, don’t be like this. Hoseok will be fine. Are you listening to me? Your brother is undergoing surgery now, he will be fine. You’ll get out of this… Someone bring some water. And get the fuck off her!”
“Wouldn’t it be better to call a doctor?” someone suggests.
“I’ve heard that slapping someone in shock will do the trick.“
"Ella, shut up!” yells Namjoon, but his voice turns sweet when, squeezing you numb hand, he says, “I’ll take you home.”
That works better than Ella’s slap would have.
“N-no!“ You manage to mutter, blinking back the veil of tears that cover you blind. "I want to see Hoseok. I need to see my brother. I need to stay with him and…”
Oh my God, you can’t lose him!
“Hey! Calm.” Namjoon is drawing circles on you shoulder. “I’ll take you. Here, drinks some water. You are very pale.”
Drawing strength from the calm that Namjoon deliberately offers you, you manage to wrap your fingers in the plastic cup he is holding and take a few sips. The water tastes bitter.
“No, don’t cry.” Strong arms wrap around you, sweet lips touch your forehead. “Please, Y/n. Don’t lose hope. Your brother will want to see you well when he recovers.”
You lift your head and finally manage to see something. The face next to yours is writhing in anguish.
“Will he?” You mutter in a thin voice.
“Of course, he will! Hoseok is young and strong, and if he has half of your stubbornness, won’t let a simple accident finish him off.”
You nod, eyes locked with his. “He is stubborn. Enough,” you say.
"You see!” A slow caress, which starts at your temple and ends on your chin, takes away some of the chill that makes you shiver. “Have faith, my angel.”
You nod once more, sniffling and wiping your face with the back of your hands. You square your shoulders, trying to look strong. Inside you are torn apart.
“That’s the brave girl I know. Think you can stand?“
You can’t, but you do, thanks to Namjoon, who supports most of your weight as he puta an arm around your waist. He takes you to the garage and settle you in the passenger seat of your car. Namjoon starts and has a difficult time getting the car to move. Half numb, you explain the vehicle’s quirks and keeps quiet throughout the journey.
You are more in control when you entered the hospital, mainly because Namjoon hugs you again. The aseptic and white environment makes you nervous and, when you reached the third floor and enter the crowded waiting room, you see Lorena, the beautiful woman, always impeccably groomed, with disheveled wavy redhead and heart-shaped face, with puffy eyes from crying so much then, all your despair comes back, and you just don’t fall because Namjoon is still supporting you.
"Oh, Y/n!” She cries and hugs you. You falter and Namjoon hold you two up. “Hoseok… He… Oh, my God!”
“What happened?” You ask, being led to one of the armchairs.
Namjoon settles you next to Lorena, squeezing your shoulder in a gesture of comforting and hopeful.
“Hoseok was in his car, waiting for the light to open,” she said, torn apart. “A bus coming behind could not stop. The car was launched forward and stopped on the avenue just as a van was crossing. It hit the passenger side. The car is destroyed. They brought Hoseok here unconscious, and the police officer said there was blood everywhere!” she moans, covering face with her hands.
You swallow hard.
“He had an exposed fracture in one of his legs,” she goes on. “They don’t know about internal damage. That’s all I know so far.”
“Someone has to tell us something,” You object, half rising to your feet staggering, but Namjoon stops you.
“They will.“ And kindly makes you sit down again. ”- As soon as they have something to tell.“
You understand the logic he uses, and it makes sense. Ultimately, the lack of news should be a good sign. You look at him and nod once. Namjoon lets two fingers run down your cheek, before leaning back against the wall next to the window, crossing his arms behind his back as the other chairs are busy.
The time is slow to pass. Lorena, a few weeks pregnant, clings to a rosary and recites the prayers in a fervent whisper, eyes narrowed, as if she uses all her strength to communicate with God. Namjoon stays where he was, looking at you, supporting you and trying to keep you calm with his presence.
At one point, he walks up to reception and speaks quietly to the attendant. She nods once and reaches for the phone. a short nurse appears and goes straight to talk to Namjoon. The woman frowns upon hearing what he says and looks at you once, then nods and disappears. Instead of going back close to you, Namjoon just nods and heads for the corridor through which you had arrived. You jump out of your chair at the same
moment, going after him.
"Don’t go away, please!” - You beg in terror, reaching him before he can get to the elevators, because at that moment, you can’t bear that he will leave you. “I need you… No… don’t go away.“
Namjoon studies you face with something gleaming in his brown eyes. “I’m just going to the blood bank. Your brother must have needed a transfusion. Inventories are never high. I will try to help.” He opens his arms, kind of awkward.
You stare at him with a heart full of gratitude. “I will go too.”
“No, no! Stay here. She need’s you.” He points to the room where sister-in-law is.
Yes, Lorena needs you, but you need him.
“Will you return?” You want to know. And your voice is so small that is reminiscent of a child.
In a whisper that you could have sworn is from a man in love, he says: “I would never leave you.“ A small smile plays on his lips.
You nod and watch him leave, clinging to his promise to come back. You return to the unnervingly white waiting room and throw yourself into the chair beside Lorena, reaching out for her hand. She lifts her head, the puffy eyes, the quivering lip, the anguish stamped on every feature of his face.
"Thanks.” She sobs.
You pull her onto your shoulder and let her cry, trying to keep the tears under control. The short nurse, the one who had spoken to Namjoon earlier, appears with a tray in her hands and some plastic cups on top of it. Your heartbeat fast, in anticipation of what might come out of that woman’s mouth. However, what she says takes you by surprise.
“Your boyfriend told me what’s going on. Take this, honey.“ And she hands you a disposable cup, the kind of coffee, containing a white pill. ”-You will feel better.“
"What is it?”
“Just a muscle relaxant, don’t worry. I can’t do anything for you, lady.“ - She addresses Lorena with compassion. "Because of the pregnancy. I am really sorry. You can be sure that we will do what we can for your husband to be fine.” She hands her a glass of water.
You don’t want to take that relaxer, but the fact that Namjoon had the work of reaching out to her in an attempt to make you feel better somehow warms your heart. He wants to dope you, and that is more than any person had already done for you. You swallow the pill without any complaint.
“What am I going to do if he leaves me?” Lorena sobs when the nurse walks away.
“Hoseok will be fine, Lorena. I know he will.”
“How can you be so sure?” She lifts her head to look at your face.
“Because Namjoon said so".
“And does Namjoon have some supernatural power I don’t know about?”
“No. But he would never lie to me about something so serious.“ At the most inopportune moment, the conversation between Delilah and Namjoon in your grandmother’s house comes back to your mind.
“Are you two…?” she asks.
"Friends… most of the time,” he had replied regretfully.
Why would he feel sad about being my friend? And why didn’t he tell her that you were more than friends?
Oh wait, he did! Not exactly that you were lovers, but he said something that made it clear that somehow you are important to him.
“She's…too precious to me.”
Too precious for me.
Your eyes widen as realization washes over you.
Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit
What did you do?
The surgeon, in mint green hospital gown splattered with blood, walks out of the double doors pulling off the disposable cap. Namjoon still isn’t back from the blood bank. Lorena and you get up, clinging to each other.
After introducing himself as Dr. Cesar and make sure that you are Hoseok’s family members, he says: “The surgery is over, Hoseok is stable. We reconstructed the tibia. He had three fractured ribs, but there was no perforation in any internal organ. There is a concussion to the skull, so he will remain under observation. But he It is going to be okay.”
You nearly sink to the ground at the news. The wave of relief is so intense that your limbs seem to have disconnected from each other. Hoseok will be fine, exactly as Namjoon had promised. Thank God!
“Can we see him?” Lorena asks, squeezing your hand.
“As soon as he goes to his room.“
Lorena releases you and, to the surgeon’s surprise, hugs him around the waist and starts sort of laughing and crying at the same time, uttering a selection of indistinct thanks.
Half an hour later, Lorena and you are led by a middle-aged nurse through the hallway that leads to the patients’ rooms.
“He’s still a little groggy. Try not to make him anxious and talk short. It is common to become disoriented after anesthesia.”
She opens the door carefully, letting you through. Lorena takes your hand, you don’t know if to give you some support or if she is looking for support for herself, it doesn’t matter. It is good to have her by your side at that moment. There is the man you both love madly.
You enter together. The dim lights left the environment devoid of rather dreary furniture, there is only one uncomfortable-looking armchair and a metal table with two chairs, in addition to the hospital bed. But it is the man lying in bed that makes your heart stop. There are bandages all over his body: his entire left side is destroyed. The head, chin, hand, and forearm. The leg is uncovered, a tangle of metal rods protruding of the orange painted calf, forming a cage around the meat.
Hoseok moves his head on the pillow. Purple half-moons lined under his eyes.
“Hi,” he says on a weak sigh.
“Oh, Hoseok.” You approach and strokes his forehead, avoiding the bandage on his temple. “You nearly scared me to death! You better never suffer another accident. I forbid you.”
The dry lips, full of tiny cracks, stretches slightly. “If you start crying now, I’m going to throw up.“
Lorena sobs loudly. She tries valiantly to fight back tears, but she can’t. Your brother bowed his head. You walk away a little to facilitate.
“Babe…” He sighs. It is almost a prayer, and it makes you smile. Hoseok admires her for a long time, as if he is absorbing it to keep it in his heart. "Lorena, you will marry me.”
She lets out a childish giggle. “Is that a request or an order?”
Your brother frowns. “Order, I think…?”
“Oh, Hoseok!” She follows him, stopping beside the bed and leaning over to kiss him with all the care in the world.
Hoseok groans, in a mixture of pain, relief and happiness. Despite the nurse’s recommendations, Lorena and you start asking questions, and a little confused, he answers them patiently. Lorena strokes his forehead in a steady, careful rhythm as you keep your fingers around his healthy hand. At some point, he stops what he is saying and simply he stares at his girlfriend, his eyes full of tenderness and wonder.
You think that, after the scare, Hoseok has found the answers he was looking for.
“Well, you guys have a lot to talk about,” you say, heading for the door. “I’ll look for Namjoon and we’ll be back in a bit.”
“He is here?” You brother asks.
“Yes, he was the one who brought me. I’ll be right back.“
"OK.” He looks away from his bride-to-be for a second and smiles at you. One of his incisors is chipped at the tip. “Just… don’t take long.“
You go to the waiting room at the end of the hall and sits down. Ten minutes then Namjoon appears. You throw yourself on him as soon as you sew him, burying your head on his chest, and starts talking about Hoseok’s condition.
“I just came here to get you. Come!” But he takes you by the shoulders and stops.
“Before I think I should eat something.”
“Yeah, you should eat after you donated blood,” You agree.
“I meant you, Y/n,” he explains in a whisper. “You are very pale. I would be more relaxed if you would at least have a coffee… with milk. With plenty of sugar, as you like.” Then the let go of you and shove his hands in his pockets.
A half-smile tugs at your lips. You never told Namjoon that you like very sweet coffee with milk. He knows this by watching you in the kitchen
of Just-facts? That attention makes your heart pound. He is taking care of you, worried about you. Because you are too precious to him.
You finally understand that he hasn’t lied to Delilah. He would never lie about something so serious, even if in a conversation with a stranger. He is that kind of man, of few words, but he does good use of them. He might not want you to be his, as he’d made clear on Saturday, but he cares about you. It is enough for you to want him close.
“Okay, let’s eat,” you agree.
His gentle hand touches your elbow, and he guides you to the cafeteria on the second floor. The place is small and less scary, with subtle colors in the tables and chairs, and a range of colors in packages of all kinds of goodies on the wall behind the counter. Namjoon orders two cheese buns, two waters and a latte. Once you are seated at a table by the window, he pushed the plate towards you, then adds three sachets of sugar to your latte and stirs it before handing it to you.
“Namjoon, thank you. For everything. For bringing me here, for donating blood for…“
“Don’t thank me, please.” He cuts you off, shaking his head. “I didn’t do anything expecting gratitude.”
“But you’ll get it even if you don’t want to. I will never forget what you did for me.”
He flashes a shy smile. “I wish I could offer you happier memories, then. Now please eat.“
You eat. The two buns in less than two minutes. Namjoon’s phone rings as you gulp down the latte.
"What is it, Ademir? Oh… fuck, I forgot.” He looks at his watch and rubs his forehead. “No, I know. I’ll see what can be done. Nothing runs yet. I’ll call you shortly.” And hangs up.
“Problems?”
“No… it’s just… a hole in the week’s issue.“ He averts his eyes, looking embarrassed, and that’s what gives you the hint.
Your zodiac.
“Oh, damn it, Namjoon! I totally forgot.” You leave the cup and reach for the bag on the back of the chair, pulling out your phone.
“Don’t worry about it now, Y/n. I’m going to fix it.“
"No! I should have handed in the zodiac by now, but… ”- there were so many things this week that I didn’t have the head to write anything. not that it is an excuse. You rummage through the bag until you find the deck. “But I do now, if you give me ten minutes.”
“What? In here?” He widens his eyes.
“I’m not leaving my brother’s side. So, I’m kind of out of options…” You look around, as if you were being watched. “Uh… don’t tell my grandmother that I will do this in a public place. She will kill me if she knows.”
He shakes his head uneasily. “Y/n, seriously, you don’t have to …”
“Yes, I do.” You interrupt him. “I’m professional. I fulfill my obligations… Sometimes with a little delay, but still. Will only take a few minutes.”
You shuffle the cards, thinking about the sign of Aries, opens the notes on your phone and starts typing. That one would definitely not be your best text, but at least you have something to present to the boss. following you keep shuffling, making your interpretations as the drawings that appear, unaware of Namjoon’s watchful gaze on you. When you finish, he looks at you with a twinkle in his eye.
“Tarot reader Liz, would you be so kind as to read my fortunes?” he asks, with a shy smile. “I tried it a few days ago, but a crazy woman didn’t allow it.“
“Don’t joke, Namjoon.”
“I am not kidding.” And from the look of his serious face, he isn’t. “I want you to read my fortune. Everyone says you’re good. I want to know how good.”
You are too grateful to refuse him anything at that moment. And he knows it. Grimacing, you hand him the cards.
“The risk is yours. I’m a charlatan. Shuffle them thinking about what you want to know.”
“Yes ma'am.” He closes his eyes as he shuffles.
“Now cut.”
He does as you ask before handing you the cards. You pick three of them.
“Look,” You begin cautiously. “I’ve never done this before, not even for Sabrina, and she’s already burned my patience to do it. So maybe what I say has nothing to do with your question. The interpretation is mine, but also yours I think.”
“Get straight to the point. What does it say?” He approaches, watching carefully the back of the cards.
You turn the cards a little apprehensively. You frown as you study the drawings. “Hmm… That’s good, I think. The mountain, the stars, and the sky,” you say, pointing to each image. “The mountain represents the challenges, and the stars are sources of light, so we can assume that the challenges will be trespassed with some ease. Heaven is…”
“There’s a dog in the card.“ He points, brow furrowed.
"I know. But it’s the card is the heaven. It symbolizes constancy, fidelity. So, your answer would be something like… the challenges will be overcome with someone very loyal by your side. Does it make any sense?”
“That’s not the reading that Liz would do.” He shows you that smile with the adorable dimples.
“Oh, is that what you want?“ You cleared your throat, folding your hands on the table. "Troubles in sight, but relax, you’ll get out of it easy, easy, with a little help from someone who is crazy about you. Is that good?”
He is serious, his eyes fixed on yours. “Much better. And thank you. I hope the cards are right. It’s good being able to count with someone in a bad moment.”
“My grandmother says cards never lie, but I’m not a real Romani, right? Can’t believe what I say.“ You gather the mess on the table and put everything back in your bag, then save the note with the zodiac and send it to Namjoon. "Done. It’s already in your mailbox. If you can, please correct it before sending it to the printer.”
“Always do this. I…” He takes a deep breath, looking down at your empty plate.
“You have to go,” You complete sadly.
"But I’ll be back,” he hurriedly, glaring at you. “As soon as everything is in order on the magazine.”
He gets up and you do the same. “Namjoon, I…”
You want to say so much to him. That you have understood that you finally understood, but he doesn’t seem too keen to talk to you about the subject. At least that’s what it looks like, as he averts his eyes and sticks his hands in his pockets. Your courage disappears.
“Thanks again,” You end up saying.
“Forget it. I really need to go to the magazine, or there won’t be time to run the edition. If you need anything, you know where to find me. I will be back later.”
He hesitates, and you get the impression he wants to go over and kiss you. But Namjoon does none of it. He just watches you for a moment and is gone. You stay watching his back until he disappears from view. You want to run after him and dump everything that is in your heart right there in a hospital corridor. Instead, like the coward that you are, you take your phone, open a new email, type just two words and sent it to him. Before you can change your mind, you press send and head for the third floor.
Ⓒ 2022 Sugarushsuga, do not copy, translate or repost.
Hello ! :) First part of Anomalous Fate is here, and i really hope you enjoy this chapter. If you have any questions regarding the series or any of my others, feel free to ask away :)
Warnings: None
From the moment we are born, our fate is decided, and we are given ties that connect us to our soulmate. There are many different types of ties, and sometimes a single person will be given multiple, which is the case for Y/N.
When she was born, Y/N had the tie where a song title was written on her right wrist that would be playing when she meets her soulmate, and the red string tie that only she was able to see, tied right on her left pinky, she was also given a necklace, which by the looks of it, was a half of a compass, when she turned it around, it read, ‘no matter where-‘ and then it cut off, and finally, on her left wrist, the soulmate clock that tells you what time it is where your soulmate is, and her parents didn’t know what to think when her time read out, ‘9:46:31 PM KST,’
Unbeknownst to her, she had three more ties that determined her fate.
During her childhood, she had a couple friends who had multiple ties as well, she was happy that she wasn’t the only one who had multiple, and she bonded significantly with them as they could relate on more levels than with her other friends who only had one.
As she grew older, she was beginning to understand what her ties meant, and she caught herself staring at the clock on her left wrist, after learning the clock was in Korean Standard Time. She had never been to Korea before, and she was yet to find out if they came from North or South Korea. She also discovered another tie, and it was whatever hair colour her soulmate dyed theirs, she would have. And gosh do they ever change it up. Her hair is naturally brown, but one day she woke up with black hair, she panicked and did a quick google, calming once she learned its origin.
When she turned 15, she would start to wake with a new hair colour as the year progressed, nothing too crazy, just brown, black, red, back to black, and then back to brown. She thought maybe her soulmate was a bit indecisive.
When Y/N turned eighteen, and was soon to be graduating high school, her parents had gotten her a laptop as a gift, and she found herself in the classroom at school when her friends were out for lunch break, researching about the countries, and how they’re ties worked as well. She learned that she wouldn’t be able to see her soulmate’s red string until they meet in person, and that made her huff at how much ties she was given when she knew about her soulmate already.
She also woke up with newer hair colours, on the day of her birthday, it was orange, and after demanding her mom go to the store for her and coming back with the only colour left in the store, she dyed it purple the same day, however, she wasn’t really an expert so it turned out looking more pink, after that day, her hair was back to the usual three; brown, red, black.
While researching she noticed that the first thing to pop up when searching for Korea was KPOP, or more specifically, a group called BTS, and she felt a certain pull toward them that she couldn’t pinpoint. Now, like most ARMY, she only wanted to learn their names, but quickly became a little more obsessed as time went on, and soon she was always streaming their music, watching their interviews, and learning their choreo.
Y/N was 22 now, living in her apartment with her two childhood best friends who were also ARMY, attending school, and still without her soulmate. Her two best friends had met theirs, one of them, Kristie, had met hers 2 years ago while in a class, they’ve been together ever since. Her other best friend, Jasmine, had just recently met her soulmate in a coffee shop, talk about a meet cute, so Y/N was the only one left, yet she was beginning to think she wouldn’t be able to meet her soulmate at all, seeing as they lived all the way across the world.
Although she didn’t glance at the clock on her wrist as much now, she did find it pretty cool that her soulmate was from Korea, and seemed to like BTS as well, considering the song that was written on her right wrist was the song, ‘Fire,’ she didn’t know why the universe chose that song and not a romantic song, it would have been so cute if her soulmate and her had met while listening to ‘Euphoria,’ but I mean, who was she to complain? Her soulmate was an ARMY, so at least they would have something to talk about when they finally meet, if they ever meet.
With all the ties she had been given, it never once crossed her mind that it could have been with different people, because while it’s common to have more than one tie, it’s considered very rare to have more than one romantic soulmate, and although she was a fan of BTS, she never compared the ties with them at all, because c’mon, they’re the biggest boyband in the world, there’s no way she was any of their soulmates.
Bangtan on the other hand, managed to hide their ties. They kind of had to, being in the limelight. Each member had two ties, one that connected them to each other, and the other who connected them to their lover.
Kim Seokjin was given the necklace tie, he used to wear it a lot before he was an idol, but after debuting, he began to keep it hidden in his bag, not wanting anyone to falsely replicate it and ruin his chances of finding his soulmate.
Min Yoongi was given the song tie, and he let out a deep sigh when he realized it was the same title as their very own song. He has the makeup artists cover it with makeup before they do press or performance. Over time, he finds himself tracing it, wondering if his soulmate is a fan or not, or if they even heard of the song before.
Jung Hoseok didn’t know of his tie until much later in his life. For a new concept, he decided to go orange, which in a way, matched the music video a lot, but after a few hours, he noticed it changed to a washed-out purple colour, to which he learned he had the hair colour tie. He was just glad the music video was already done shooting.
Kim Namjoon didn’t know at all what tie he had, he tried to figure it out, but nothing really happened. He was confused and often thought maybe he wasn’t given another soulmate, but with time he came to accept that the boys were all he needed, and it was best if he stays focussed on his career anyway, still, he couldn’t help but to wish upon every shooting star, that it grants him his wish of having a soulmate. Perhaps he should try drawing on his skin sometime…
Park Jimin was given the red string tie and he liked that he was the only one who could see it. Once he debuted, he found himself glancing at a lot of people’s pinkies, hoping to see one day his connected.
Kim Taehyung on the other hand, had the clock tie. He stared at it fondly while thinking about what his soulmate might have been doing at that exact time, maybe she was in school, or at home, maybe she worked? He looked down at it and it read 6:34 PM PST. He wore a lot of long sleeves to help hide his clock, but even if he didn’t, there’s no way someone would be able to replicate it in anyway, so he considered himself lucky.
Jeon Jungkook was more of the same as Namjoon, he didn’t know what his tie was, and he left it at that. He wanted one, but he had his hyungs with him, and they filled the hole that his lack of soulmate left him.
BTS had a lot of conversation regarding their soulmates, and they admitted a few times that they weren’t sure what to do if they ever met their soulmate, or if their soulmate would even like them. They had a lot of fears, scared to find someone who wasn’t their soulmate, to pretend they were. Or maybe never finding them because of what they do for a living. The other boys would reassure Namjoon and Jungkook, telling them that they had to have a mark, they just need to wait for it to develop.
As the years went on, and once their new hit Dynamite took off, they became too busy to think or talk about it, and soon the year went by fast and they released a new hit, Butter. It was Kristie and Jasmine who tried to convince Y/N that her soulmate could have been one of the BTS members, preferably J-Hope, as they always had the same hair colour, especially when the Butter video released, and Y/N’s hair was blonde during the same time they would have been working on it.
That was pretty much the only proof they had, and when the tannies released another hit, Permission to Dance, Y/N decided to dye her hair platinum blonde, and the girls were shocked when J-Hope came up in the Permission to Dance video, sporting the exact same hair colour.
Y/N had never really given it much thought before, and she felt silly sitting in front of the mirror, watching as Kristie put pink hair dye in her hair. A part of her liked the idea of J-Hope potentially being her soulmate, but another part of her felt indifferent. If he was, what did that mean for them? Would he even like her? Would he risk his career just to be with her? What if he didn’t even like the idea of a soulmate?
As the UN rolled around the next few days, Y/N’s hair was still pink, and it still came as a surprise when J-Hope’s hair matched hers, Jasmine also noticed Y/N’s clock changed as well, switching over to 11:23 AM EST, which just so happened to be New York’s exact time.
She tried to her best to shake the thoughts, not wanting to seem delulu, but to was hard not to confirm her suspicions with the amount of proof she had. Especially after it was announced that BTS would be doing the Permission to Dance: On Stage, in Los Angeles, she felt a certain pull toward the concert, and after finding out each tickets price, she immediately bought three online, texting her friends the great news.
All three girls jumped around in excitement, blasting Permission to Dance, and making plans for their concert. They would wake up early and take the day to make sure everything was perfect including their outfits, army bombs, money, gas, and food. The concert was at the YouTube theatre, three weeks from then, and the girls already couldn’t wait.
After much deliberation, it was settled that the day before the concert, Y/N would dye her hair black with two blue streaks on the underside of both her ears, it was a unique style, and that way they would see if J-Hope really is the one. She admitted that while she was curious to find out, she was still super excited to see her favourite band in person for the first time, from being twitter she has heard how great of an experience it is and just the thought alone made her squeal.
Y/N lived away from home, and has a younger sister, who lives with her parents in Florida. She met Kristie and Jasmine when they were all eight years old, and they had promised each other that they would always be in each other’s lives, even attending the same university. Each of the girls had many different aspirations, as well as different hobbies, something they did agree on however, was their love for the bangtan boys.
And most times, it was easy to forget about her ties, as she diverted her attention to her studies most of the time, she had two years to go before graduation, however Y/N considered continuing her education and getting her masters, but that was a decision she would make in time, and she often feels optimistic about her future. Although, no matter how bright the future looked for Y/N and her two friends, she was still upset about having to possibly one day live without them. After graduation, Kristie is moving to Chicago, and Jasmine hopes she will be taking internships back in her hometown of Washington. It would be a challenge for all three, having never lived alone before, now without each other in the picture, but again, it was something they should chat about in the future.
As Y/N lays in bed, she watches the clock on her wrist, it reads 4:56 PM KST, and she finds herself wondering if he’s at practice, or in his studio. Her phone dings, and she picks it up, nearly giving herself whiplash from how fast she sits up.
J-hope⭐ created a new post!
She’s never clicked faster in her life and when the photo loaded, she smiled to herself, seeing his hair was still pink but it slowly disappeared when she read the rough translations, ‘hm, concert hair? Blondie? Red? Surprises! :),’ It didn’t take a rocket scientist to put together that he was going to dye his hair for the concert, and she debated on actually dyeing her hair and possibly upsetting him, but after thinking about it, she smiled.
He did say it was going to be a surprise for ARMY, maybe now it will even be a surprise for him.
Hey everyone ! I’m glad to see the teaser has quite a few notes already, here is where i leave a little information about the different ties that are used in the story. Reader has seven ties, and all members of bangtan have 2 each.
i want to mention that this is sort of a yandere!bts fic..but again, it’s also like a crack fic, so it’s not that serious with like violence but it definitely shows bts as kidnappers..so yeah, it’s literally just a random fic i thought of on the spot so we’ll be seeing as it goes on.
But anyways, here are the ties:
ALL OF BTS: where the character’s world is grey, but each time you meet one of your platonic soulmates, a new colour is added into your life, until you see all colours.
KSJ – You are given one half of a necklace at birth, and your soulmate has the other half, when connected, they make a whole.
MYG - where you have a tattoo on your right wrist of the song you’ll hear when you meet your soulmate for the first time. It’s the same song tattooed on both soulmates.
JHS – When your soulmate dyes their hair, you get the same hair colour.
KNJ - When you write on your skin the same mark appears on the same place as your soulmates. Such as if you doodle on your skin your soulmates get those doodles on their skin.
PJM – Red string tie, a red strong tied on both soulmates” pinkies, only they can see but will only tell if it’s connected when meeting in person.
KTH- Your soulmate clock is telling you what time it is where your soulmate is currently at (could include AM/PM/time zones or not, for example 3:46:31 MDT).
JJK- The name of your soulmate appears on your skin after you meet them.
A Soulmate AU where everyone has different soulmate ties, and it’s possible to have more than one tie regarding your soulmate. Reader has seven ties thinking it’s tied to only one soulmate; soon comes to realize she has seven. BTS on the other hand, found out they were platonic soulmates when they debuted due to the fact they had the colour tie, which meant ‘each time you meet one of your platonic soulmates, a new colour is added into your life until you meet all of them and see all colours.’ And they found out they were given another tie that connects them to their romantic soulmate. It doesn’t cross their minds that they would be given the same soulmate to share, nor did they think she lived on the other side of the world. When reader attends her favourite bands concert for the first time, what happens when these eight souls meet? Well, a lot of chaos ensues.
Warnings: kidnapping? (if you really think about it), BTS aren’t the best at thinking situations through, confused and overwhelmed reader, shy reader but not the cringe mafia au kind, she just doesn’t talk at first bc hello?? she just got sorta kidnapped by her fave band ?? it’s not exactly what she wanted, kind of a crack!fic?
Genre: fluff? | enemies to friends to lovers au | college au
Pairing: Namjoon x Reader
Warnings: my bad writing and my bad drawing,,, | English is not my first language
Summary: you’re starting your first year of college and you’ve never had a boyfriend before. Your brother Jungkook finds three love letters you wrote to your childhood (Jimin), middle school (Namjoon) and high school (Jin) crushes and sends them out. Little did he know all of them were attending the same college as you.
Love. Was there something better than love? You honestly didn’t think so. The idea of loving someone and being loved in return was the source of your inner and more secret desires. Holding hands, whispering sweet nothings to each other, hugging and kissing, sharing a lifetime with your soulmate was all your heart had ever desired. Love was everything to you and, as a famous poet once said, love was so powerful it could move the sun and all the other stars. Love was the essence of the Universe.
‘In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.’
You giggled again, tugging the book you were reading closer to your face. No matter how many times you had read that same passage, your heart still fluttered every time your eyes landed on it. You had underlined that exact passage so many times that the page was now slightly worn out. How many times had you wished to receive those words? You sighed, rereading the passage once again. In truth, you knew that passage by heart.
“Please, don’t tell me you’re reading Pride and Prejudiceagain?”
The voice of your brother startled you and you snapped out of your intense daydreaming. You closed your book and glared at him. “Get out,” you snarled at him.
Jungkook rolled his eyes and, uninvited, sat on your bed. “I will never understand how obsessed you can be with this Mr. Darky.”
“It’s Mr. Darcy!”
He shrugged, “whatever.” He then looked around your room and slowly whistled, “this is an A* mess. Weren’t you supposed to clean and pack everything up like…” he looked at his watch and then said, “fifteen minutes ago?”
You groaned, “I got distracted.”
“Well, I’m sure Mr. Dumpy-“
“Mr. Darcy!”
“-won’t mind if you actually start cleaning this mess,” Jungkook finished, shoving you aside with his foot.
You huffed and much to your annoyance, you knew that your baby brother was right. So you got up, but not without gently putting down your favourite book, and started shoving your clothes inside some random box.
“God, Y/N, why do you have to be so messy,” Jungkook groaned.
You rolled your eyes at him because, seriously, why did he have to act like the big brother here? But again, he was right.
“Why are you here anyway?” you asked while this time properly folding the clothes you decided to donate.
“I finished with my boxes half an hour ago,” he said with a grin, “and I had some spare time to use before Taehyung and Jimin arrive.”
At the mention of Jimin’s name, you could not help but blush furiously. You really hoped your ears weren’t as red as you thought. And yes, you might have had a slight crush on your childhood friend, Jimin.
“Jimin is coming as well?” you asked trying to sound nonchalant. Lucky for you, your brother wasn’t exactly quick when it came to matters of the heart.
Jungkook hummed, “yeah, I thought it would be nice since you guys are practically moving in together.”
You shrieked, “we are not moving in together!”
“Relax, Y/N,” your brother said, eyeing you like you just turned into a madwoman, “seriously, what’s up with you?”
How could you tell your younger brother that you have had a crush for your mutual childhood friend since the age of 10 and now that you and said friend were both moving to the same college you didn’t know how to keep your crush at bay? You couldn’t. Truth be told, you didn’t know how to act around Jimin without your brother and Taehyung being there as well. You were too scared that the boy would have found out.
“I’m sorry, Kookie. I’m just stressed with this whole college business,” you said, plopping carelessly on your small puffy chair.
Jungkook nodded, “it’s the end of an era.”
You didn’t mean to, but you started crying. You had tried so hard to not think about that for the whole summer and hearing your brother, who also happened to be one of your best friends, saying what you strongly tried to ignore was like a punch in the guts.
But it was the end of an era. You and Jimin were going off to college, leaving Jungkook and Taehyung behind. Your group, once inseparable, was splitting. No more movie nights, no more gaming, no more spending your days at the park chasing the ducks, eating ice cream together. You weren’t ready to say goodbye to all of that, to the best memories of your life. You weren’t ready to close the happiest chapter of your life. And certainly, you weren’t ready to embark into a more obscure, unsure and lonely chapter where your brother’s bunny smile wasn’t there to comfort you and Taehyung’s laugh wasn’t there to accompany you in the journey.
“No, Y/N, don’t cry,” Jungkook said moving closer to you.
You sniffled, “I’m not crying.”
Jungkook ruffled your hair, “sure you’re not.”
“I will miss the gang, you know,” you mumbled, deeply appreciating your brother’s efforts to comfort you. “It has always been the four of us and now we are going to split up.”
“It’s still gonna be the four of us,” Jungkook said with a soft smile and, seriously, when did he grow up so much? Where was your little brother?
“College doesn’t have to scare you this much, Y/N. It’s okay if you and Jimin will get new friends, our gang will just grow a little,” he said, patting your head lightly. You smiled at him, truly grateful for having him by your side when you needed him the most.
“Besides,” Jungkook said with a sly grin, “maybe you’ll manage to finally find a boyfriend.”
You groaned and pushed him away. “You are awful,” you said getting up from the bed. Jungkook laughed, showing you his signature bunny smile.
“Who knows? Maybe you’ll find your real life Mr. Dampy-”
“It’s Mr. Darcy!”
Jungkook shrugged again, “but seriously, how come someone as romantic as you never had a boyfriend?”
You arched an eyebrow, not quite sure why your little brother was suddenly curious about your love life. For a brief moment you were scared that your not-so-oblivious brother had caught up with your little crush and panic started clawing at your ribcage. You decided that the best tactic was to play dumb and play low, trying to be very careful not to spill any valuable information.
“It is a bit hard for a girl to find a boyfriend when she is surrounded by three very possessive boys,” you told him with an eye-roll.
Your brother chuckled, “okay, point taken.”
You snorted. Then, you started sorting out your clothes again, trying to decide what to bring with you to college and what to donate instead.
“But seriously, no one had ever caught your eyes?”
“Why are you so curious all of a sudden?”
Jungkook looked embarrassed and judging by his ears turning red, you knew that something was up.
“Kookie?” You sounded like you were about to tackle him to the ground to spill everything out of him. To be honest, you weren’t that opposed to the idea.
“Look,” he started, “it’s just that me and the boys are worried about you.” When you didn’t say anything, Jungkook groaned. “You’re always so happy whenever you think about love, we don’t want you to get hurt. Which is why Jimin is being appointed as your guardian.”
“What?!” you shrieked. You could feel all your blood draining inside of your body. Surely, he had to be joking. How were you supposed to forget about your crush for Jimin when he was going to be there every time you tried to talk to a boy?
“It was Tae’s idea,” he said, raising his hands in front of you. “Jimin agreed immediately and, honestly, I think you do need to be supervised.” He then noticed your face becoming painfully red and tried to placate your rising anger, “we just want you to have a good first love experience.”
You groaned, throwing a pillow at him. “And then you have the audacity of asking me why I never had a boyfriend! It’s because of you three.”
Jungkook had the decency of looking guilty, “I’m sorry, sis. We didn’t mean to ruin anything.”
You sighed, “do you realise I am the bigger sibling here, right? You don’t need to protect me, Kookie.”
Jungkook looked at his feet and muttered a quiet: “I just want you to fall in love with someone good.”
You tried to stay mad at him but, to be honest, you couldn’t. You know that your brother always had the best intentions and, if it meant you being happy, he would always try his best to work out a way to make that happen. Sometimes his plans had backfired, but his heart had always been in the right place. And that was Jungkook, always going the extra mile to help the people he loved and always trying harder whenever he failed. Truthfully, you loved him for that.
“You know I’m not really into that love thing,” you said, for the first time being truly honest with your brother. His head shot up immediately and the look on his face would have been hilarious if the situation hadn’t turned this dense.
“What? But you always read romance and dream about Mr. Darky-”
“Mr. Darcy!”
“-and you always talk about your wedding day. So, you’re telling me you don’t really like those things?”
You sighed and rubbed your eyes, “I do. But reality is different from fiction, Kookie. In the real world, there is no Mr. Darcy waiting for me and the thought of having a relationship is scary because I’m afraid I will be disappointed.”
You had never been so honest with someone before. You felt vulnerable and hoped that your brother wouldn’t want to carry on this conversation. Your heart ached enough already without the painful realisation that all your books and movies ever did was to make your expectations insanely high. Truth was, you were in love with the idea of love, but it was the kind of love that you could find in a book. Often, real life tended to disappoint you and if there was something that you cherished enough to not get it ruined by it, it was definitely love.
Before Kookie could say anything, your doorbell rang, and you took it as an excuse to exit the conversation. It was a coward move, you knew it, but your heart was feeling too raw for bravery. So, you ran downstairs to answer the door, leaving a sad but determined Jungkook behind.
***
“Is everything ready, Y/N?” Jimin asked.
You tried to not stare at him too much. Seriously, how were you going to survive college alone with him? You felt like dying. Like digging your own hole and bury yourself there without ever leaving it again.
“Yeah, it is. I have few boxes I want to donate first but aside from that I am good to go,” you answered.
Tae cooed, “aww, our baby Y/N is finally growing up.”
You shot him a deadly glare, “I’m the eldest! Show some respect.”
“Ah, I’m sorry,” said Tae with a grin, “old lady.”
You wondered if it was socially accepted to murder a friend for being called old. You supposed not, but maybe if no one found out…
“Alright, children! I’m done.” Jungkook had just entered your house with a big grin on his face. Ever since he started working out, he became quite the show off, and what better opportunity to prove everyone his bulky figure than carrying all your boxed in your car? You weren’t complaining.
“Good job, Hercules,” you said, “now let’s go or we will be late.”
“Ah, you guys go ahead,” Jungkook said.
You looked at him confused, “Kookie? Is everything alright?”
Your brother nodded and smiled at you. “Yeah, me and Tae have something to do first.”
“We do?” said a puzzled Tae. Jungkook shot him a deadly glare, so he coughed and said, “ah, yes we do. Very important indeed.”
You narrowed your eyes at them. They were definitely being suspicious, and you did not trust the knowing look that passed between them, but before you could question them, Jimin called your name and the fear of being late overcame your curiosity.
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“So, how is it going?”
You rolled on your back, resting your phone in between your ear and shoulder while packing your books in the bag. “It’s been alright, I guess. I met a guy, Yoongi, on the first day and now we pretty much always go to lectures together.”
Jungkook hummed over the phone, “nothing else?”
You frowned, holding the phone with your hand. “You’re being weird.”
You heard your brother nervously chuckle from the other end of the phone and if you weren’t sure before that something was up, you definitely were now. You decided that you would investigate later considering that you were done for the day and all you wanted to do was go back to your room and have a nap.
“Have you seen Jimin much?” he asked you.
You sighed, “not much. I guess we’ve both been very busy. It has only been two weeks since we started.”
Your conversation carried on for a little longer and when it came to say goodbye to your brother you felt a pinch of nostalgia hitting you, wishing that both him and Taehyung could be there with you. You weren’t being completely honest with him about Jimin, but you were not ready yet to tell him that you had been trying to avoid since you arrived there. You were scared that being alone with Jimin would cause your feelings to resurface and potentially ruin your friendship.
“Y/N? Is that you?”
You were snapped back to reality by a guy approaching you. You stopped in the middle of the courtyard and blinked once, then you blinked again. Was that really…?
“Kim Seokjin?” you asked, not quite believing that the guy you had liked for awhile in High School was also attending your same college. Seriously, how small was the world?
Seokjin smiled at you, “I almost didn’t recognise you. You know, with the glasses and all,” he said waving at you.
You smiled, and you were quite sure you were blushing a bit. You had not seen Seokjin in months, and even before then you two weren’t exactly friends. Although Seokjin had always being very nice and charming to you, helping you out during Maths and always offering you a cookie whenever you had a bad day. Your crush for him had not been anything serious, you supposed. It had probably been the result of his caring attention and the fact that you had always wanted to believe in love so much that you portrayed your fantasies on the first handsome guy who so much looked at you.
You two started a conversation, catching up on each other’s life, on college. It was so easy to talk to him, especially now without your constant blushing and stammering. Jin made you promise to study together one of these days and, although your heart did not thump harder and no butterfly woke up in your stomach, you were happy. Perhaps this was the beginning of a nice friendship.
_
“I cannot believe that you really showed up hangover on your very first day,” you said to Yoongi, who in turn simply shrugged and took a bite of his sandwich.
“Surely is not that unreasonable?”
“Jimin! Don’t encourage him, please.”
You were sitting in the courtyard, technically studying with Jimin, Yoongi and Jin but practically you were all enjoying the sun and getting distracted. It was strange to be again in a group of four where your brother and Taehyung were missing, but Yoongi and Jin were slowly becoming good friends. It has been Jimin’s idea to study all together, he had suggested several times that although the gang would always be the gang, perhaps it was time for you two to expand your friendship group. So, you agreed and offered to ask Yoongi and Jin to come along while Jimin asked a friend of his, Hoseok, to join as well.
“Hello, you must all be the friends Jimin was telling me about.”
You turned around to look at the guy you could only assume to be Jung Hoseok and smiled at him. But before you could say yes, Yoongi mumbled something along the lines of “not sure we can say friends” but you elbowed him slightly and made room for Hoseok who, credit to him, did not lose his sunny smile after hearing Yoongi’s word.
“We are. Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N and Mr. grumpy here is Yoongi.”
And so, your life started taking an unexpected but utterly pleasant turn. You were making friends, you were happy, and there was no talking of love and relationship. All was well.
_
You were late. Terribly, unmistakably, and horribly late. You knew you should have not run in the hallways, but seriously what other choice did you have? Later on, when you would think of this exact moment, you will agree that arriving late for a lecture would have been a much better option than running straight into someone. And not just a random someone, no. Because life could not be kind to you, so the Universe had decided that the person you would knock over on the floor was no one else than your Middle School crush, Kim Namjoon himself, the pain of your existence and your fiercest rival. And of course, he attended your same college, how silly of you to think otherwise.
“Oh no no no, I’m so sorry,” you said while helping him collect his belongings. You didn’t know what to panic for: still being late for your lectures or encountering your nemesis?
“Why am I not surprised that you are here?”
His voice was just as icy as you remembered it to be. Or rather, just as icy with you as you remembered. Because there was a reason why he had been your Middle School crush, aside from the constant banter and the fact that at the time you were really into enemies to lovers type of books. Kim Namjoon had a sweet and calm voice, almost hypnotising. And now, almost 10 years later, his voice was also ridiculously manly. And the butterflies that you thought died inside your stomach? They were suddenly back, storming inside your body. Because his voice was not only manly, but also insanely attractive. And your betraying heart skipped several beats when your eyes landed on him. Kim Namjoon was a sight to see. Not only was he now tall (the perfect height for you to lean your head on this shoulder), but also a man. And you were only human, after all. A very weak one.
“Can you stop staring at me?” he asked not so friendly.
You wanted to hide, far away, somewhere where you would never have to encounter him again. Of course, he caught you staring at him, your luck was embarrassing. “Sorry, I was just surprised to see you here.”
He scoffed, “you surely did not think you were the only one smart enough to be here?”
Yes, maybe Kim Namjoon was now more attractive than you would have liked, but you also remembered how vexed he made you feel. “Does everything have to be a fight with you?” you hissed in return.
He rolled his eyes at you, “only with annoying people.”
You groaned, “you’re just as obnoxious as I remembered.”
“I beg your pardon? You’re the one who clashed into me, knocked all of my things on the floor and then stared at me for 10 minutes-”
“It was not 10 minutes!” you protested. Seriously, he was so irritating.
“Whatever, I don’t have time for this. Now because of you I will be late,” he said.
You gasped. Your lecture! You did not even respond to him, you simply sprinted away, hoping that the professor would allow you to enter the class (spoiler: he did not) and that you would never meet Namjoon again (spoiler: you did. Several times).
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“And he’s so annoying! Why does he have to be friend with Yoongi? He’s infiltrating my group and soon enough they will get rid of me,” you said munching on your dumplings and pointing the chopstick at your screen where two confused Tae and Jungkook were looking at you. “He hates me!”
“Y/N, don’t you think you’re exaggerating?” Taehyung asked.
You shook your head, gulping down your last dumpling. “He despises me! Don’t you remember how he was in Middle School?”
Jungkook shrugged, “Namjoon-hyung was always very polite with me. I actually quite liked the guy.”
Taehyung nodded, “he really was!”
You groaned, pressing your face into your pillow, “I can’t believe you’re siding with the enemy.”
“You know what, Y/N? One might even think that you still like him,” said Taehyung with a smirk.
You frowned, “what do you mean ‘still like him’? What do you know?” You were now incredibly suspicious. How did he know about your, very much past, crush for Namjoon? As far as you were aware, no one knew anything about your love life.
Jungkook chuckled nervously, “he’s just joking. We must go now, bye sister!” And then he hung up on you.
Those two were up to something, and there was only one person that could tell you what was going on. It was finally time to find Jimin and put an end to your avoiding behaviour.
_
You were almost halfway through when you spotted Jin coming towards you, looking quite conflicted. You noticed his posture was strangely stiff and that he could not quite meat your eyes. When he said hello to you, his voice was tense.
“Is everything okay, Jin?” you asked. You watched him huff and fidget with something in his hand. An envelope. A pink envelope. A very familiar, pink envelope. Panic started crawling on you. It could not be real.
“I received this,” he said waving the letter at you, looking the very description of discomfort. “Look, Y/N, I am honoured, really, but I thought we were only friends. I didn’t know you felt differently.”
“Oh no,” you started panting, panic overwhelming you. You could not breathe; your world was spinning around you, and you could hardly feel the ground beneath your feet. “How did you-”
“Y/N! Are you okay?” Seokjin was now seriously worried about you.
You forced yourself to take in a couple of steadying breaths. “I did not send that,” you said with a small voice. You truly hoped this was just a nightmare, a cruel mistake at best.
Seokjin scratched his head, “but it has been signed by you?”
You laughed nervously, “I know. I have written it years ago. I never intended for it to reach you.”
“So… you love me?”
You shook your head, “no. Don’t get me wrong, at the time I thought I did but…I only wrote it to remind myself of how I felt. I don’t even know why you have it.”
He nodded, passing the envelope to you. “I think you should have it back then.”
You thanked him, taking the letter from him. “Seokjin?”
“Yes?”
“Are we still friends?” you asked hesitantly, not daring to meet his eyes.
He smiled at you and bumped your shoulder with his. “Of course we are. Although, I am a bit hurt that I was not the only one to receive such a beautiful letter.”
You froze, terror taking control of your brain. Not the only one?
“Namjoon seemed quite shocked when he read his.”
Oh no. No no no no no.
If Namjoon had received your letter, which was in itself already bad, then that meant that there was a chance that Jimin had gotten his.
_
You needed to find Jimin. Truthfully, you had no idea what to tell him. It was true, you did not love Seokjin, nor Namjoon, but how could you lie to your dearest friend? How could you look at him in the eyes and tell him that it had all been a mistake? But it’s not as if you could tell him the truth either. Perhaps, you thought, he didn’t receive his letter. Maybe, whomever sent them did not find the one addressed to Jimin. But who did send them? The only thing you could think about was that the box in which they were kept had mistakenly being put with the ones destined to be donated. And then the person who had found them had thought that they ended up there by accident when you were actually meant to send them out. It was your own fault for writing down the full address on each one.
“Y/N! Wait up!”
You stopped in your tracks and closed your eyes, hoping that maybe if you could not see him then he would not see you.
“What is the meaning of this?” Namjoon asked. You opened up one eye to look at him handing you his blue envelope. Of course he saw you.
You sighed and took the envelope. “A mistake, that’s what is it. I did not send it out, if that’s what you’re asking.”
He raised an eyebrow and folded his arms on his chest, “maybe not, but you still wrote it.”
Ouch. You scoffed, “don’t flatter yourself. It means nothing.”
“It said you love me. It said, and I quote, ‘I tried everything I could to stop loving the way my soul calls to yours’-”
You pressed your hands to his mouth, not even caring about invading his personal space or that this was the first time your skin came into contact with his. “Ah, ah! Don’t want to hear about it.”
“Look,” you said taking a step back but still watching carefully in case he decided to randomly quote what you wrote at the age of 13. “I wrote this years ago and never intended for it to reach you.”
“You addressed it,” he stated.
“Sorry?”
He huffed, “you wrote my full address. It came to my house and my mother had to send it to me here. If you never intended to reach me, why did you address it and stamp it?”
You opened your mouth to protest but could not think of many things to say that weren’t ‘I don’t know’. So, you stayed silent.
Exasperated, you looked around. Everywhere, really, so that you didn’t need to look at his piercing eyes. That’s when you noticed Jimin walking towards you, a yellow envelope in his hand.
You don’t know exactly what happened in your brain back then, but you had no time to ponder your next move. All you could think about was making sure that Jimin would never find out about your feelings for him. And so, there was only one thing left for you to do.
You wrapped your arms around Namjoon’s neck, and you kissed him. Despite the terror that seeing Jimin had caused you, you could not help but notice how warm and soft his lips were, how firm his body was against yours. And how his hand unmistakeably grabbed your waist for a brief second. How his lips had moved against yours.
It all lasted so briefly before he pulled himself away from you. You did not hear him asking you what you were thinking, all that you could notice was that Jimin had left. Your plan had worked, for now. All you needed to worry about now was a flustered and angered Namjoon.
You raised a hand to silence his stream of consciousness, “I need you to be my fake boyfriend.”
“Pardon?”
He was speechless, and rightfully so. You even doubted you were making any sense. But somehow it did, in some deep and twisted part of your brain.
“Jimin,” you started to explain, “he has the same letter you and Jin have. I wrote them in different periods of time and, before you ask, I don’t know why I stamped them. Maybe a part of him wanted one of you to know, to return my feelings. I don’t love you, nor Seokjin for that matter, but I do love Jimin. And he is the only person who can never find out.”
Namjoon stayed silent for several minutes, trying to take everything in. “What is it that you are asking of me, exactly?”
You sighed, “if I could pretend I am actually in love with someone else, if I can show him that that letter belongs to the past, perhaps I can still save our friendship. You don’t owe me anything, Kim Namjoon, but what I am asking of you is: will you be my fake boyfriend?”
I am writing a multi chapter BTS Story roughly based on the movie “To all the boys I’ve loved before”.
So far that’s what I’ve got:
Summary: you’re starting your first year of college and you’ve never had a boyfriend before. Your brother Jungkook finds three love letters you wrote to your childhood (Jimin), middle school (Namjoon) and high school (Jin) crushes and sends them out. Little did he know all of them were attending the same college as you.
It’s going to be a Namjoon x reader story.
Jungkook: the little but not so little brother
Taehyung: Jungkook’s best friend and troublemaker
Hoseok: Y/N’s bestfriend in love with Yoongi
Yoongi: Namjoon’s bestfriend
Jimin: sweet childhood crush who’s not so sweet anymore
Warnings:Very mild peril and angst, tooth-rotting fluff, smut - fingering, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, virgin!Namjoon.
For almost as long as you can remember, the tree stood opposite your apartment has been a part of your life. Countless memories have been made under the shade of its supple branches, but when its existence comes under threat, you soon discover that your favourite tree is more special to you than you ever could’ve known.
As fast as your little feet had been able to carry you, you’d run, furious; hurtling across the grass towards the group of young boys congregated around the base of your apple tree, their figures cast in shade under its far-reaching branches.
Of course, you didn’t know it was your tree back then - a tree just like any other, no dissimilar to the many others you’d ever seen - but that hadn’t kept you from watching them from your spot from way over by the swings; narrowed eyes, scowling and suspicious. Huddled together, it was obvious even to you that the curl of their shoulders meant that they must be up to no good.
Their unfamiliar presence in your park had been worrisome enough, but when one of them had drawn out a switchblade from his back pocket, waving it around in front of his friends only to then turn and gouge its sharp blade straight into the bark of the tree, you were left with no choice but to leap into action.
At six tender years old you’d marched over to that group of boys, unafraid. Being several years your senior, they were far less than intimidated by the sight of a young girl in long socks and overalls, copying a pose she’d seen her mother wear before. They hadn’t even really noticed you were there until you’d cleared your throat to demand their attention, small hands fisted on your then non-existent hips, and even then, the ring-leader had refused to acknowledge you. He was far too busy carving out a word your innocent mind did not yet recognise at such an age, tongue poking out of the corner of his lips in concentration.
“You shouldn’t be doing that,” you’d informed them without a hint of fear, so sure were you of your convictions. The closest boy to you (you’d seen him at school before, you’d thought. The older brother of one of the girls in your class?) had scowled hard at you, his hands stuffed in his pockets.
“Why not?” he’d snorted.
“Because,” you’d replied, matter of fact, “You’re hurting it.“
"It’s just a tree,” another boy had said with a shrug of his shoulders, his tone as entirely apathetic as his stance had been.
“But they have feelings,” you’d said emphatically, your bottom lip jutting out when the boys around you began to laugh at your expense. Their mocking was finally loud enough to pull the attention of the black-haired boy with the knife and he’d turned, blade in hand.
This right here is the most pure, amazing and soft story I have ever read. I cried from how much sweet and loving the ending was. If I have to picture what love is, this story would be one of the first things coming into my mind.
Creative Content Contributor:@baebae-goodnight (her mood boards are amazing - like all the damn time)
Rating: M - explicit sex, cursing, drinking
Word Count: 6k
Summary: Married by obligation, weighed down by circumstance. Except for those nights when you’re both drunk, falling into bed with one another and realizing you’re human. Occasionally this happens, occasionally you fuck. Until your life changes and you realize Namjoon, the very man you’re obligated to, might just be the very man that you crave.
☝this right here, is the story why i am here in tumblr. I stumbled upon Fal in WP but i always have a feeling that there’s more content from her (and eventually Shanna, too)…
i love this story so much!!! 6K words that tells you the story of 2 complete strangers, who made a conscious decision to choose each other inspite being force to a marriage. the whole story is so emotional for me coz its shows me how they feel, what goes on into their head… from both their POVs. i don’t have the proper words to describe how this story affects me. in just 6K i felt such longing, want, jealousy, frustration, love & desire to be there for someone. the story is so direct & straight forward that sometime it left me dizzy but at the same time i truly i understand how the 2 characters feel.
its impact is so great that after more than a year of being Fal’s follower, this story has become a sort of comfort story for me - the one i read after a bad day & im finally in my bed. the kind of story that i go to when i dont want to start a new story but would still like to read something.
drabbles inspired by TXT’s album minisode 2: thursday’s child
warnings: language, slice-of-life + a mild existential crisis; starring Kim Namjoon and in his POV, ft Jung Hoseok as his running buddy and our resident optimist
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acceptance. the fifth stage of grief
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“Hey, you ready to go?”
“Mmmph, Namjoon-ah… I think I’m going to rest today. I practiced until late last night and I’m still so sleepy…”
“You should rest. Don’t push yourself too hard, Hoseokie.”
Tap, tap. Sneakers securely tied on, gray tank loose and moisture-wicking, breezy athletic shorts. Had his phone in one pocket, and, after some thought, shoved in some cash in the other. Should he bring his water bottle? Probably. Where are my wireless headphones?Ah, here.Wait. These were two different ones. Moreover, they were both left ears only. Ack. Where are the rights? He searched high and low, all over his kitchen counter, messing up the freshly cleared off real estate. He just needed one right to one of the lefts.
“Ah!”
Kim Namjoon plucked the white earbud out of his chopstick holder.
“… Fuck!”
Another left.
He cursed his luck that was mostly his own clumsiness and continued rifling among the drawers.
Moments later, he found two rights literally chilling in his freezer.
“Ah, right… this fridge makes weird sounds sometimes…” Namjoon grumbled to himself, closing the door and shaking the earbuds. He placed one in his ear after warming it up. Synced it to his phone. It crackled. Shit. He tried the other. Oh! This one was fine. He tried all three lefts until he found the pair it belonged to.
One was still missing its partner.
“You’re like me, little one,” he chuckled to the lone earbud, leaving them on his kitchen counter as he shoved a baseball cap on for his morning run. Keys, by the door. Nice.I’m glad I put this hook here. Right before leaving the apartment, he flicked the cap off, letting it fall to the console table by the door. Ah, it’s too hot. I’ll get sweaty if I keep that on. He stretched out his legs and arms, warming up for his morning run. It only took a moment and then he was off.
Namjoon left his apartment, remembering to lock up, leaving his water bottle in the kitchen.
He ran.
It was morning. A little cold, but with the sun on his face and the blood pumping in his veins, he ran to keep warm. He liked to listen to music on his morning run when he was by himself. It gave him a rhythm to move along to. The songs kept playing back-to-back, leading him along as he followed his usual path.
He ran.
When he ran, he felt alive. Any movement of his body, really. But there was something about running. Maybe it was the human condition, the way that running was both going towards and away from something. That was how it was for everyone, in some way or another. Still, something about the physical aspect felt freeing, the satisfying way his feet solidly hit the concrete and yet he felt like he was flying, on the wings of music and sunlight.
Namjoon ran and he missed Jung Hoseok.
He met Hoseok at school. They had been in the same year. It was crazy how positive and happy that guy was. He really was up for anything and he talked to everyone. Hoseok was a dance choreographer so he was already very active, but when Namjoon asked if he wanted to join him on his morning runs, Hoseok agreed, at least on the weekends. To keep his endurance and stamina up. Namjoon enjoyed it, the breathless talks and the after-workout breakfast at some random spot in the city before heading back on the bus. A lot of people thought Hoseok was all about fun, and he was, but he had an introspective side too. It was a duality Namjoon appreciated. Personally, he felt that he was lacking in that department.
Namjoon couldn’t be fun without someone else around him, so he ran.
It was good for the body. Exercise contributed to living a longer, healthier life, both mentally and physically. There were tons of scientific research all about it.
He ran, music in his ears, and Namjoon wondered if this really was helping him. He was pessimistic by nature. That was why he looked forward to his runs with Hoseok, the sunny optimist. When Namjoon believed in the worst, Hoseok believed in the best.
It was hard to argue with that heart-shaped smile, so he didn’t.
His lungs were on fire and Namjoon kept running. It felt like forever, but of course it wasn’t.
Nothing was forever.
Running was less fleeting than that feeling called love.
He skidded on his sneaker, gasping for breath at the park, suddenly feeling thirsty. Ah… Maybe he pushed himself too hard. He hadn’t even been thinking about it. He was following song after song, taking the longer route today. The front of his tank top was already soaked though. Even the back. The sun was climbing in the sky and it was getting warmer. It was about time to drink some water.
Namjoon looked down at his hands.
There was no water bottle.
“Oh… did I forget it?” he mumbled, scratching his head confusedly.
Maybe he could buy a water bottle from a convenience store or something.
Time to start running again.
He briefly thought about the nearest store and started jogging, feeling the heat of the sun on his back.
That’s weird. It’s quiet.
Namjoon frowned, reaching up to tap his earbud. Did he turn it off by accident? It beeped in his ear. Oh. They were dying. Of course. He hadn’t even checked the battery. He took them out and threw them in his pocket, looking around at the still closed shops, the few people on the street hurrying to their destinations.
He could hear the world now.
Namjoon decided a long time ago that the world wasn’t a bad place. It wasn’t great, but nothing was, so it wasn’t fair to judge the whole world by the actions of the few. But the world lacked sincerity. Maybe himself too. Everyone was always thinking about various things, always being tugged this way and that by insecurities and entanglement, and it was hard to be sincere. To be a real one, you had to throw away some compassion. Let go of other people’s thoughts, let go of your own, act a little thoughtlessly, and Namjoon wasn’t sure he could do that.
It made love hard.
He understood fondness. Caring for another. Being by their side if they needed it. But Namjoon didn’t understand love and maybe that was because there was a little magic in it and Namjoon couldn’t bring himself to believe in magic.
“What are you running from?” a voice asked.
He jerked to the side, yelped, and nearly fell on his face.
“Whoa, guy, are you okay?”
He had tripped on a straw broom and skipped sideways, crab-like, attempting to regain his balance. In his search for a store, he had gotten sidetracked in his own thoughts. He snapped his head up, sputtering apologies to a woman with a light cream apron, white headscarf, and raised eyebrows.
She held onto the now crooked broom, frowning at him.
“Are you running from something?” she asked again. “You were in your own world.”
“Wha – oh, no, I–”
You were in your own world.
Namjoon cut himself off, suddenly fixated on those words.
Is that it? Am I just too stuck in my own world and how I see it, stuck in how the others impact my world rather than opening up to integrate with the worlds of those around me?
He suddenly felt something hit him in the chest.
“Oh!”
It was a water bottle.
The woman shoved it into his pecs, clutching the broom with her other hand. “You look like you’re gonna pass out. That wouldn’t be good for business. You should drink some water.”
He looked up and saw it was a take-out noodle restaurant. Not yet open. It appeared that the employee had been cleaning before he barged onto the property.
“T-Thank you. Sorry about interrupting your work.”
She shrugged, letting go when he took the water bottle with a bow. “Just keeping the street clean. So, whatchu running from?”
He gulped down several large sips of water. Gosh. He needed that. Maybe he did look closer to fainting than he thought. His eyebrows knitted together at her repeated question.
“Pardon?” He frowned. “Why would you think I’m running from something?”
She cocked her head, looking at him as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Out of all workouts, running is picked up by those who always have something to run from.”
Confusion shimmered through him. “What is the evidence that supports that conclusion?”
She laughed, sweeping away leaves from the front of the store. “There isn’t any. It’s only my personal opinion.”
Now Namjoon was even more puzzled. “Huh? How can you come up with something like that?”
She shrugged, leaning on the straw broom, ruining the bristles. “Hmm, I guess it’s a thoughtless thought, then. Based on a weak sample size.” She grinned. “Personal experience, actually. I used to run when I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do when I grew up. Getting some big fancy career seemed daunting. But working at a restaurant seemed too simple, even if I liked it. So, I ran track in secondary school and university. I thought, maybe if I’m good enough… but I wasn’t that great, haha!”
She shook her head, brushing away some spare dust by her feet.
“I figured I would work here until I knew what I wanted to do.”
Namjoon held the water bottle, overcome by curiosity.
“Do you have a better idea of what you want to do now?” he asked.
The woman smiled wide, deep-set dimples indenting each cheek.
“Nope!”
She laughed, bright and sunny.
“And I don’t think I ever will.”
Namjoon stared at this pessimistic optimism, feeling enthralled.
She shrugged. “Isn’t it enough to feed people good food? Everyone’s gotta eat. I’ll stick with that.”
His stomach growled loudly, yelling for sustenance.
Namjoon placed his arms over his abdomen, wincing. “Ah, yeah…” he mumbled, embarrassed.
She laughed again, bright and sunny, waving the broom.
“Come on. You like noodles? Of course, you do. Everyone does. Guess I should feed you. If you pass out in front of the restaurant, it’s extremely bad for business, especially a big tree of a man like you. People will think I’m cruel for leaving you there, but if they thought about it, I obviously can’t move a huge guy by myself. Sheesh. People need to think more.”
Author:vyduan Pairing: Kim Namjoon | Reader, Jeon Jungkook | Reader Genre: angst, idolverse, friends to lovers, slow burn, canon compliant Word Count:6,586 Rating:Explicit Warnings:Eventual explicit f/m sex, past child abuse (implied)
Summary: Namjoon walked into his cramped studio and found a person who was decidedly a lot smaller and prettier than any of his members curled up on the couch, fast asleep. At first, he thought the person was an overworked staff member trying to steal a quick nap — but upon closer examination, he realized it was you.
He briefly recalled his manager Sejin mentioning that you’d been using their studio while they’d been on tour — and that you would all eventually have to share the space due to limited real estate at the Big Hit offices.
You seemed younger than he remembered you being backstage at their Taipei concert back in March. Namjoon supposed that it was likely because you were currently barefaced, bundled under a giant padded jacket (the air conditioning was pretty high in the office), and — were you whimpering?
Notes: Thanks to @bangtanbeforebitches, the “Her” series will follow the same Y/N with each BTS member.
You don’t need to read the other parts of this series in order to follow or understand this story. However, it might be fun to see what changes, and what stays the same. Thanks
Namjoon walked into his cramped studio and found a person who was decidedly a lot smaller and prettier than any of his members curled up on the couch, fast asleep. At first, he thought the person was an overworked staff member trying to steal a quick nap — but upon closer examination, he realized it was you.
He briefly recalled his manager Sejin mentioning that you’d been using their studio while they’d been on tour — and that you would all eventually have to share the space due to limited real estate at the Big Hit offices.
You seemed younger than he remembered you being backstage at their Taipei concert back in March. Namjoon supposed that it was likely because you were currently barefaced, bundled under a giant padded jacket (the air conditioning was pretty high in the office), and — were you whimpering?
when i said that i love this universe last night I FUCKING MEANT IT!!!
i absolutely adore the subtle changes with each of these iterations that i read!! and HOLY FUCK! the way you capture Namjoon!! the business and personal sides clashing and working together! i can’t wait to keep reading!!
also cackling every time Yoongi is written because i just fucking adore your Yoongi!!
HARROW!!!! Thank you so much!!!!! You always give such specific praise that it sinks so deep into my soul. THANK YOU!!! I adore you and am so glad we became friends!!!!! Thank youuuuuuu!!!
Author:vyduan Pairing: Kim Namjoon | Reader, Kim Taehyung | Reader Genre: angst, idolverse, exes, friends to lovers, slow burn, canon compliant, smut Word Count: 8.5k Rating: Explicit, 18+ Warnings:misogynistic language, racialized language, swearing, legal consumption of alcohol and cannabis, mentions of guns
Notes: Special thanks as always to @bangtanbeforebitches for her vibe checks and encouragement. Thanks also to my CH friends supertasterandlawyerjin for being sensitivity readers and my possums for helping me out with all my cannabis and drug related questions!
Summary: “Get up, mèi,” said Alton as he threw your weighted blanket back. “We’re moving to the beach house.”
You sat up, bleary-eyed and annoyed. “You have a beach house?”
“I do now,” he replied. “There’s no furniture yet, but whatever. We don’t really need it.”
“Why wouldn’t we need furniture? I like furniture.”
“Has Y/N signed with another label? I miss her.” - Twitter user, June 2022
“Glad to see that HYBE finally came to their senses and dropped that wh0r3. B1tch was sniffing around BTS a little too much.” - Twitter user, June 2022
“It’s been over a year since we’ve had new Y/N content. The music scene just isn’t the same without her.” - Twitter user, June 2022
“I hope Y/N is okay wherever she is, whatever she’s doing.” - Twitter user, June 2022
June 2022
“Get up, mèi,” said Alton as he threw your weighted blanket back. “We’re moving to the beach house.”
You sat up, bleary-eyed and annoyed. “You have a beach house?”
“I do now,” he replied. “There’s no furniture yet, but whatever. We don’t really need it.”
“Why wouldn’t we need furniture? I like furniture.”
It was too early for this sort of nonsense. You were still hungover from sobbing your fucking brains out when Ha-joon left for Korea yesterday and unless Ha-joon was at the beach house, you didn’t have any fucks to give.
Alton tsked and hauled you out of bed. “Come on, come on. We’re going to be late.”
You squinted at the weak light coming from the window. “Alton, it’s barely light out. What do you mean we’re going to be late?”
“I signed us up for surfing lessons.” Alton was practically vibrating with excitement.
“No.”
“YES!”
Your eyes deceived you as you saw one Alton Kuang bouncing and clapping out of happiness.
“I don’t believe in water,” you grated out.
“You what?”
“You heard me. I don’t believe in water.”
“Like, in its existence?”
You huffed. “Like, as a lifestyle choice. Especially if it’s cold and requires me to be wet.”
“I mean, you might not mind,” Alton smirked.
“You’re disgusting.”
“You’re doing it wrong.”
“Just give it a try, mèi,” whined Alton. “For me. Please?”
You regarded your friend and sighed. “Fine. But just know this is under protest.”
“Yes, yes. Under protest. Under duress. But still, you’ll do it?”
You forced yourself out of bed. For Alton, you would get into the cold, polluted Pacific Ocean.
“You do know that the water is cold here, right?”
Alton scoffed. “Of course I knew that.” He paused. “Wait, did I know that?”
“What’s gotten into you anyway? I never found you a particularly sporty person.”
You attempted to wash your face then gave up. What was the point when you were going to be a drowned rat?
“I have a six month sabbatical and I’m going to do all the things,” replied Alton. “I’ve never had a sabbatical before,” he mused. “And I’ve really never made the time to do the things I wanted to do. So now, I’m going to do all the things — and you’re going to join me because nothing’s better than forcing your friends to like the things you like.”
“Erm, I can think of a few,” you grumbled, but Alton’s effervescent mood was contagious. There was no heat to your words. You decided you could pretend at being a decent human being. “What are some of the other items on your list of all the things?”
Alton’s handsome face broke out into a grin.
“I want to learn Krav Maga and kick ass! And learn to cook — like fancy cooking! And skydive! And bungee jump! And run a marathon! And maybe do a triathlon! And learn to scuba dive! Learn how to shoot a gun! Use a bow and arrow! And all the things, mèi! All the things!”
Suddenly, you felt unmoored. It never occurred to you that Alton, of all people, had things left undone. That Alton, breezy billionaire Alton, could possibly feel trapped by his life — although the more you thought about it, of course he would feel that way.
He wasn’t the oldest of his extended family, but certainly, he was the most responsible and the most capable. All his other siblings and cousins had no interest in the family business and only wanted to fritter away their fortune. It had somehow fallen upon Alton to step up for his generation and keep the empire going.
And it wasn’t that you’d never seen Alton happy, but you’d never seen him quite so young or exuberant. You decided that for Alton, you would help leave no stone unturned in his life. If Alton wanted it, you would give it to him.
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“Y/N L/N’s memoir, ‘Telling a Truth Is a Slippery Slope’ (Red Lantern Publishing House, October 2023) has been optioned by Hybe Corporation, L/N’s former entertainment company. This will be Hybe’s first foray into moviemaking and industry insiders are simultaneously doubtful and hopeful that this will mark the beginning of new voices in the movie industry.” - Deadline, August 2024
“I can’t believe they signed Y/N as the lead for the movie based on her memoir. This will either be perfect or spectacularly bad. TBH, I’m hoping for the latter.” -Twitter user, May 2025
“Rumor has it that Kim Taehyung is attached to play the male lead and romantic interest in Hybe’s yet untitled movie based on Y/N L/N’s memoir. Despite currently serving his military service, the power of BTS is undeniable and anticipation mounts for the project.” - The Hollywood Reporter, September 2025
“SUGA is attached to write and produce the soundtrack of ‘A Slippery Slope,’ the Y/N L/N biopic. Hybe is pulling out all stops and risking big on L/N’s little memoir that upended the K-music industry.” - Billboard, February 2026
“Bad news for BTS ARMY hoping for a new comeback soon. Though the remaining members have all finished their military service, Kim Taehyung is in preparations for filming ‘A Slippery Slope’ and other members are otherwise occupied until at least December. Never fear, though. Kim Namjoon has dropped hints of RM 4 soon.” -Koreaboo, March 2026
March 2026
By now, Namjoon knew he wasn’t seeing things, and still — still it threw him for a loop when he saw you with a woman he did not recognize, chatting and eating at the HYBE cafe. He’d heard you were in Seoul to work with Yoongi on the soundtrack and had known it was just a matter of time before he ran into you at the office.
He’d had years to think and work through his issues and still — still, his stomach dropped when he saw you.
You were still so, so beautiful.
Without his own volition, Namjoon found himself at your table, opening his big, stupid mouth. “Hey, noona.”
Your eyes panicked for a quick moment before you tamped that down and forced yourself to smile. You even managed to inject some pretense at joy in your voice. “Hey, Namjoon. You look good.”
“So do you, noona.”
He meant it, too.
“Oh, Namjoon, this is my friend, Ahn Mirae. She’s a visiting Professor of Theology at Yonsei University,” you said. “Mirae, this is Kim Namjoon of BTS.”
Until you’d made introductions, Namjoon’d had his eyes trained on you. But as soon as he focused on Ahn Mirae, his brain blanked. Mirae was a knockout. Beautiful, tawny skin. Curves upon curves. Gorgeous curls. Laughing eyes.
“Um, nice to meet you,” he bumbled out in English.
“A pleasure to meet you, too,” Mirae replied in perfect Korean.
“Wow, your Korean is so good! You don’t have any accent at all,” he babbled. “It’s better than Y/N’s.”
You cracked a wry smile. “It should be. She was born and raised in Seoul.”
“Oh! I’m so sorry — I thought — I thought you were African American? I just assumed you chose your Korean name based on my friend Tiger JK’s wife, Yoon Mi-rae.”
“I think I’m a little too old for her to be my father’s inspiration, but I appreciate you thinking I am,” Mirae cracked.
Namjoon just kept fucking up. He really wished the earth would open and swallow him whole, but then, he’d miss out on Mirae’s gorgeous face and hazel eyes.
“My father is Korean and my mother is Black,” Mirae continued patiently, as if she was used to this line of questioning. Actually, she probably was. Namjoon instantly felt shame. “I split my time between Seoul and Los Angeles, where my mom’s family is from,” she added generously.
“Ah, that’s so cool,” he said.
“I suppose it was cool,” Mirae said, “if you like being bullied for being different and having people constantly question your right to exist.”
Namjoon could feel his entire face heat up. He did not know what to say. “I’m sorry,” he said instead. “That’s awful and you didn’t deserve any of it.”
“I’m just fucking with you, Namjoon.”
“Oh,” Namjoon responded, voice cracking.
“I mean, I was bullied and people were awful and continue to be awful — but that’s not what I normally lead with.” Mirae’s eyes danced at him.
Namjoon nodded stupidly. “Ah, I see.” Namjoon threw a desperate look in your general direction and he heard you audibly sigh.
“Mirae, he just got out of the military. Let’s let his poor little brain catch up,” you said in English, adding, “Don’t let his 148 IQ fool you — Namjoon’s dumb but sweet. He means well and generally, tries not to be problematic.”
Mirae arched a mocking eyebrow. If that was your version of a rescue, Namjoon wasn’t sure he wanted it. He summoned all his years of leading BTS and rallied forward. “How do you know each other?”
“Y/N was a guest lecturer at Yonsei University and I happened to attend her session,” replied Mirae. “I made the mistake of asking a question and she hasn’t given me a moment’s rest since then.”
“Not my fault it was a good question,” you huffed. “I fuck with deep thinkers.”
Mirae winked at Namjoon and his collar felt too tight.
“What was the question?” he asked.
Mirae grinned. “I asked if perhaps Y/N hated a false Christian god made in the image of white supremacist patriarchy. And that perhaps the face of god is a Black woman.”
“What did you say?” Namjoon had always loved the way your brain worked. He was pleased to note the years had kept that intact.
“I said that if I were ever to believe in the Christian myth again, that the Black feminist liberation interpretation appealed to me most,” you answered.
“She’s been on my dick ever since.”
“It’s a nice dick,” you replied serenely.
“I didn’t realize you two were together —” stammered Namjoon.
“Oh, Joonie,” you giggled. “My poor spring lamb. Mirae is stunning and if I could ever deserve her, I would fall at her feet in worship. As it is, I could never and so, I do not.”
Namjoon’s head hurt. “Noona, could you please just speak like a normal person?”
“I’m not dating Mirae, Namjoon,” you replied drily. “Mirae is single at the moment and if you play your cards right, I’ll put in a good word for you. But no guarantees — she has standards.”
“Noona!” Just once, Namjoon wished he had a better sense of self-preservation. And yet, he could not bring himself to regret greeting you if it meant he’d meet Mirae.
“Where have you been hiding him, Y/N?” laughed Mirae. “He’s adorable.”
You rolled your eyes. “As if I could hide him. He’s gotten even huger — Jesus, Namjoon. What have they been feeding you?”
“I — just, um, normal food things?” Normal food things. Namjoon was going to have to move. “I have to go.”
He abruptly turned and exited the cafeteria and made it all the way to his studio before he realized he never bought his lunch.
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“Saw Joonie today and for once, did not feel overcome with self-loathing. Still nervous as fuck, but I’ll take it.” - Y/N L/N, Journal Entry (March 2026)
March 2026
“You naughty bitch,” Mirae hissed as soon as Namjoon was out of earshot. “Is he your fucking gentle giant?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied, as prim and proper as you could manage.
“Heis,” Mirae crowed. “Did he look like that when you ghosted him?”
“Jesus, no,” you acknowledged, grateful that Mirae’s comment didn’t sting quite as much as it would have even a few months ago. Maybe that meant you could finally move on. “He was on his way, though. No fair his revenge bod is better than mine.”
Mirae stopped and gave you a careful once over. “I’d call it even. You still keeping up with Krav Maga in Seoul?”
“Haven’t really had the time, but I do box occasionally with Jungkook’s trainer. He goes easy on me but I don’t mind.” You took a bite of your egg tart. “Mostly I’m attending as many dance classes as possible to prep for filming.”
“You should get Hoseok to give you one on one lessons.” Mirae waggled her brows. “I don’t know how you only ended up fucking one member after all these years.”
“They’re hot but so dumb,” you responded good-naturedly. “Like a pack of overgrown puppies. It’s hard to consider them anything but family.”
“HA!” Mirae guffawed. “Jesus knows you for a liar!”
“Look, I’ve got eyes! I’m not saying they’re not ridiculously attractive!” You held up both hands in surrender. “I’m just saying that I’ve been down that road — and I have no intention of doing so again. I should have learned from Johnny before that, but I clearly didn’t.”
“It’s hard not to shit where you eat when the menu looks like Kim Namjoon,” mused Mirae sympathetically.
“It wasn’t even his looks, Mirae. He was just so goddam good,” you said softly. “He is still such a good man.”
“You okay?”
You glanced up to meet Mirae’s incisive gaze. Despite often being on the sharp end of her tongue, you knew Mirae loved you. It didn’t matter that you’d only known her a year or so — and that most of the friendship had been conducted over Kakao Talk. Something about her called to you.
You knew it must have been so difficult growing up Black in Korea — colorism and blood purity was definitely a thing. Add up the general anti-Blackness in America and choosing academics and theology of all emphases — Mirae knew what it was like to be an outsider. She knew intimately how lonely it could get, how her very existence was used against her. She knew the violence of being erased.
You could not help but be drawn to her brilliant mind. That Mirae was a badass and hysterically funny was a bonus.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” you replied.
Mirae’s entire demeanor softened. “Was I too hard on him? Was it too soon to tease you?”
You chuckled. “It’s been years, Mirae. I know you rode him so hard because you actually want to ride him.”
“Hoes before bros, Y/N. I would never.”
“You know…” Your voice trailed off for a few seconds. “It’s not a terrible idea.”
“What’s not a terrible idea?” Mirae asked as she dug back into her cheesecake.
“You and Joon.”
“He wouldn’t be able to handle me.”
You shrugged.
“You yourself just told me he was a big, dumb baby.”
You shrugged again.
“I do like them big and dumb though,” Mirae deliberated. “You sure you wouldn’t mind?”
You lifted both brows.
“I’m in. Tell me everything.”
———
Pick your poison: ◯ Nuthin’ but a ‘G’ Thang - Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg ◯ Gin and Juice - Snoop Dogg -Y/N L/N, Twitter Poll April 2026
Round 2: ◯ Rain (Supa Dupa Fly) - Missy Elliott ◯ Get Ur Freak On - Missy Elliott -Y/N L/N, Twitter Poll April 2026
Round 3: ◯ Sober - Tool ◯ Judith - A Perfect Circle -Y/N L/N, Twitter Poll April 2026
Round 4: ◯ Winter - Tori Amos ◯ Cruel - Tori Amos -Y/N L/N, Twitter Poll April 2026
Round 7: ◯ Rock Me Gently - Erasure ◯ A Little Respect - Erasure -Y/N L/N, Twitter Poll April 2026
Round 8: ◯ Control - Janet Jackson ◯ If - Janet Jackson -Y/N L/N, Twitter Poll April 2026
“i don’t even know half of these artists” - Twitter user, April 2026
“OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT IS Y/N MAKING MUSIC AGAIN SHE ONLY POSTS POLLS WHEN SHE IS OH SHIT OH SHIT FUCK” - Twitter user, April 2026
April 2026
“I’m not feeling it,” said Yoongi.
You collapsed onto the couch in his studio. “You’ve been saying that for the last few weeks.”
“And I mean it every time.” Your old friend complained and sank into the couch next to you.
“I don’t know what you expect from me — you’re the genius.”
“If you would just listen to them and give me your feedback —”
“No.”
“It would work better if we could work on it together,” he insisted.
Your stomach tightened. “They hired you, SUGA of BTS, to write the soundtrack to my biopic. They didn’t hire me.”
“Which also makes no sense.” He shook his head. “Why won’t you sing on it at least? Taehyung is.”
“I told you. I don’t do music anymore.” Yoongi needed to mind his own business.
“Right. You’re a serious author and actor.” Yoongi’s tone bordered on mockery. “What are you going to do when they need you to sing and dance for the film?”
You hated how Yoongi brought up very good points. You had not thought that far ahead — only that you would figure it out eventually and eventually hadn’t happened yet.
“I don’t know. Probably lip sync.”
Yoongi scoffed. “You’re shit at lip syncing.”
“You’re one to talk. I have never seen a group of K-pop singers be so shitty at a basic skill.”
“Stop deflecting.” Yoongi tongued his cheek and you ignored how infuriatingly hot he was. All these years and still, the man was a menace. His tongue was a menace.
“Put your tongue away before you hurt yourself,” you sniped without thinking.
A predatory light instantly flashed in his dark eyes. “Got any suggestions for where I should put it?” Yoongi taunted.
You sucked in a breath as your blood thrummed with desire. You forcibly quelled that hollow ache. This was Yoongi — this was how he was with you. Provoking. Tantalizing. Frustrating.
Clearly you needed to end your self-imposed moratorium on sexual relations and get fucked and get fucked good.
It had been so long since you’d been with a man — you sometimes couldn’t believe that the last person you’d slept with had been Namjoon. You’d held out this long — you were not about to bend to the sheer charisma of Namjoon’s bandmate.
As always with Yoongi, you retreated. You capitulated to his superior sexual dominance.
“No,” you whimpered. That was not how you were supposed to sound.
Yoongi’s pupils blew out and the pink of his tongue slipped between his lips.
“No.” There. You sounded a smidge more resolute. Granted, the sheer speed at which you shot up from Yoongi’s sofa belied your attempt.
“You sure about that?”
The vocal fry in Yoongi’s voice made him sound like ground gravel. His mouth lifted at a dangerous angle. You needed to get the fuck out of Dodge.
“Yup!” you insisted brightly.
“Bullshit.”
The door beeped and Taehyung slammed his way through Yoongi’s studio door. “Hey, hyung —” Taehyung paused as he took in the scene before him. “Um, am I interrupting something?”
“Nope!” you replied just as Yoongi said “Yes.”
Taehyung tilted his head and widened his eyes at Yoongi. You ignored whatever sort of look Yoongi was sending back and slipped out the door.
“This isn’t over!” you heard Yoongi holler after you.
“It most definitely is!” you trilled back, your equanimity returning now that Yoongi was safely ensconced in his studio and nowhere near your person. “Byyeeeeee!”
Now, you just had to convince yourself.
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“Suga was a vision in his classic airport styling: black on black, chic messenger bag, and black snapback. V joined his bandmate in loose golf shorts, sandals, and a flowy, patterned button down. Y/N underwhelmed as always in a Warriors cap and gray sweats. We wish everyone a safe flight to Los Angeles.” - Soompi, April 2026
April 2026
“Excuse me, miss,” Taehyung heard you say to the flight attendant as soon as you’d sat down. “Could I trouble you for a vodka soda? Heavy on the vodka, easy on the soda?” At the attendant’s murmured assent, you said, “Actually, can you make it two? No ice?”
Taehyung stowed his personal items to the side, and took out his tablet, queuing up the latest dramas and movies he wanted to catch up on. He noted how Yoongi already had his headphones on in the seat next to him while you had already kicked off your sneakers and were currently downing the two glasses of alcohol in quick succession. He did not recall you being a nervous flier but perhaps things had changed in the intervening years. He watched as you inserted your earbuds, pulled the hood over your cap and drew the brim down over your face.
“Is noona okay?” Taehyung leaned over to ask Yoongi.
Yoongi slipped his headphones around his neck and cupped a hand over his ear. “What?”
“Is noona okay?” he repeated. “She just downed like 3 shots of vodka.”
Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “Maybe she doesn’t like flying,” he observed.
“She didn’t used to. Noona’s been unusually quiet since the company sent us on this bonding trip to LA. Does she not want to be with us?” Taehyung swallowed down his worries. “Does she not want me to be in the movie?”
“She may love me but that’s not quite the same as wanting me to play her love interest.”
“It’s probably because they’re making her be on the soundtrack and she really doesn’t want to be. That or the fact that they told me to tap into her sound and inspirations or some shit.” Yoongi cleared his throat. “I can’t quite figure it out. She would have jumped at the opportunity back in the day. She loved to go on about her process and influences.”
Taehyung assessed his hyung. “Hmmm, maybe it’s you she doesn’t want to be around.”
“Is that right?” Yoongi chuckled. “And why do you say that?”
“I see you feeling her out.” Taehyung nodded sagely. “Noona is likely sick of your thirsty ass.”
“It’s how we are, Tae,” Yoongi said. “It’s how we’ve always been.”
“And it doesn’t bother Namjoon hyung?”
“A little too late for that — it’s been ten years.” Yoongi grinned. “Besides, he’s smitten with Y/N’s professor friend. He’d be fine if anything ever happened.”
Taehyung shook his head. “I wouldn’t be too sure of that, hyung. Just because he’s into someone new doesn’t mean he’d be cool with you and noona.”
“What did he say about you playing her love interest?”
Taehyung had to give it to Yoongi. He always knew how to land a clean hit.
“Hyung knows it’s just acting.” At Yoongi’s smug simper, Taehyung colored. “It is,” he insisted. “I would never —”
“Tch,” the older man interrupted. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Tae.”
“But —”
“But nothing,” Yoongi replied. “You have to create a shit ton of chemistry with Y/N and if it doesn’t read well on screen, the movie is dead in the water. You know this, right?”
“Of course. I can have chemistry with a paper bag.”
“You probably could.” Yoongi laughed for a second and then got serious. “There’s a reason co-stars often become couples in real life, Taehyung. Be careful with your heart.”
“Please, I’m not an amateur, hyung. I’ve fucked plenty of women without falling in love — and this isn’t even real fucking. It’s all pretend.”
“Right,” snorted Yoongi. “Maybe you’re judging me this hard because you secretly want to practice the love scenes ahead of time.”
“Why are you like this, hyung? I don’t think of noona like that, I just have to act like I do,” Taehyung exasperated. “That’s why it’s called acting.”
The older man shot him a lopsided smile. “She’s easy to fall for, Taehyung,” he said softly. Yoongi repositioned the headphones over his ears and left Taehyung with more questions than he’d started with.
———
“Noona, could we stop for food before we go to Alton hyung’s place? I’m really hungry.”
Taehyung could tell you were trying very hard to be accommodating. In fact, he was surprised you were even coherent. He had never seen a person be so determined to be conscious for as little time as possible and if he was honest, he was more than a little impressed. You’d clearly had practice in keeping your blood chemistry at a preferred level of intoxication for an extended period of time.
“What do you want to eat? We can swing by a drive-thru or something.”
Taehyung felt bad, but after the eleven hour flight, he really wanted something more substantial. “Could we get Korean barbecue?”
“Are you fucking serious?”
Shit. You sounded a lot less accommodating now.
“Yes?” Taehyung responded just as Yoongi said, “That sounds amazing.”
“You literally just arrived from Korea. Fucking Koreans!”
“And?” challenged Yoongi. “Is there a problem with us being Korean?”
“An entire world of different cuisine — and we’re in Los Angeles of all places — and all you want is Korean food!” You removed your cap, ran a hand through your hair and placed the cap back on. “You guys are seriously just like my parents. Oh, we’re in Wisconsin? Chinese food, please! Oh, it tastes terrible? I fucking wonder why!”
“But we’re in LA and it has a K-town,” Taehyung protested. “The food is just like home!”
“You’ve been in America for less than two hours!”
“I thought you liked Korean food, Y/N,” Yoongi needled. “I didn’t realize our people’s food was so objectionable.”
“Ido like Korean food, Yoongi,” you scowled, “I just like other food, too. Did it ever occur to you that I might be homesick, too? I’ve been in Korea for months now.”
Taehyung started to feel a little bad, but then, you sighed and dug your phone out of your purse.
“Ahgassi Gopchang isn’t open for lunch on weekdays,” you said. “Let me ask a friend what they recommend.”
“How do you not know the best K-BBQ places in K-town?” questioned Yoongi.
Taehyung wanted to kick Yoongi for not knowing when to stop but he was also curious.
“I’m almost never in K-town,” you replied. “I mostly stick to the San Gabriel Valley or the Westside. It feels more like home.”
“What’s in the San Gabriel Valley?” Taehyung asked.
“Taiwanese people,” you said, quirking a wry smile. “I guess we all stick to what is familiar.” You inhaled a deep calming breath. “It’s where Alton’s house is — unless you want to stay at his beach house in Malibu instead. But I think gē only built a recording studio at the San Marino residence.”
“Maybe we can check out the beach house on a day off? If that’s okay with you, noona?”
You nodded as you stared at your phone. “Cat unni says a lot of places are closed for lunch but we can always try Chosun Galbee — it should be open by the time we get there. It’s a classic and they should have a private room, too. Let me call ahead.”
Taehyung wasn’t sure who Cat noona was or why he found it so strange to see you doing all the legwork. You weren’t incompetent and it wasn’t as if he didn’t take care of things all the time back in Seoul. You just seemed more in charge in America — as if you had a better grasp on how things worked — and well, Taehyung supposed you did.
Not for the first time did he wonder which of your aspects were country-dependent.
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“Y/N, we only have four weeks to bang this thing out and you’ve already wasted three days being hungover.”
Taehyung hadn’t heard Yoongi this stressed in a long time. He couldn’t quite hear your response but he definitely heard Yoongi’s. He poked his head out into the hallway.
“I don’t fucking care if it’s been awhile! I know you know how to make music. If you’re not going to help with the actual writing then I need you to at least give me something! I can only get so much from your discography.” Yoongi thunked his head against your closed door. “Please, Y/N,” he added, voice low and desperate.
You cracked open your door.
“Okay,” you said. You sounded awful. “I just — I just need about thirty minutes.”
“Okay,” replied Yoongi, relief evident. “I’ll be in the kitchen — we can walk over to the studio together.”
Taehyung gathered that Yoongi did not quite believe you were going to follow through so he decided to join Yoongi downstairs. They were chatting about nothing in particular when you stepped through fifteen minutes later with a lighter and — was that a joint?
“I didn’t know you smoked,” Yoongi said in a tightly controlled voice.
You eyed them warily. “Is that a problem?”
“You won’t do this in Korea, will you?” Taehyung asked worriedly. “Does the production company know?”
“Relax. It’ll be out of my system long before we get to Korea.” You flicked the lighter a few times. “If the smell is a problem I can switch to a vape pen.” You sighed. “The smell really is revolting. I would have taken a gummy but I never know when it will hit. It’s much easier to time this way.”
Yoongi’s face mirrored Taehyung’s. “Why do you need to time it?”
“Because I really cannot fucking deal with the noise in my head andwrite music or whatever the fuck it is you want me for without it, Yoongi.” You flicked the lighter a few more times. “I would take a shot or two but I’d rather not. It kills the rest of my day.”
“I — I didn’t realize,” Yoongi said.
You threw the lighter and the joint onto the counter in frustration. “Yeah, well, now you realize.”
“We don’t have to do this, Y/N. I can figure something else out.”
“I don’t need to be coddled,” you ground out. “I won’t be told I’m not pulling my weight. I will not be the reason this project fails.”
“I don’t want to traumatize you —”
You gritted your teeth. “You won’t.”
“You said it’s been awhile. When did you last write music?” Taehyung asked.
“Before my father died.” You stared morosely at the counter. “I haven’t written or listened to anything since then. I — I just can’t bear to.”
“Noona,” he gasped. “That was five years ago.”
You grabbed your lighter and the joint. “Yeah. Yeah it was,” you said as you went through the French doors to the back yard.
Taehyung’s eyes ached while he rubbed his chest. “Hyung,” he started to say and then stopped. What was there really to say?
“Fuck,” Yoongi muttered. “I guess I get to be the asshole for the next four weeks, huh?”
He stood and went straight to Alton’s liquor cabinet, rifling about until he found a bottle he liked. Knowing Yoongi, it was probably a whisky.
“I can sit in with you,” Taehyung offered.
Yoongi poured himself a generous three fingers and took a sip. “Yeah, okay.”
This was not looking out to be the breezy, bonding month he’d thought it was going to be.
———
It was painfully awkward.
After hours of Yoongi gamely trying to ask you questions about what music meant to you, the artists you loved — even the stories behind your songs or how you were feeling at certain moments that stuck out to him in the screenplay — it was obvious you were unable (or unwilling) to be real with him. Yoongi was a patient man, but even he could not prevail.
“I don’t understand why this is so hard, Y/N,” Yoongi finally sighed. “We used to talk about music all the time. For hours. Don’t you remember?”
You crooked your mouth. “It was a long time ago, Yoongi.” You reached for his almost empty tumbler and slammed the remains, wincing. Taehyung sympathized.
“It’s a waste when you don’t savor it.”
“All whisky is wasted on me,” you retorted. “If we used to talk about music so much, why do you even need me right now? You know me, Yoongi. You know my music. You know what I sound like. Just do your thing.”
“Don’t you think I’ve been trying to do that all these months? I started as soon as I got signed! It’s just not hitting right. I sound like I’m trying to sound like you.”
“Then sound like yourself! It’s supposed to be music inspired by the movie, not necessarily a carbon copy of me. Who cares if it sounds like me — I don’t even know what sounds like me anymore. I don’t even know what music sounds like anymore.”
Yoongi slumped even lower on the couch in the studio. “Everyone I’ve asked for feedback from sends it back saying it’s good but not right.”
You grimaced. Taehyung hated how stilted it felt between the three of you. Later, when he thought back to the evening, he wouldn’t know what had possessed him to ask — but he was grateful for the nudge anyway.
“Why Namjoon hyung, noona?” he asked. “I always had my money on you and Yoongi hyung.”
“Yoongi?” You scoffed. “Please.”
“Oh, come now. You said I was your bias! You could barely look me in the eyes half the time we spoke.” Yoongi chuckled as he poured himself more whisky. “You were too busy checking out my ass.”
“I did not!”
Taehyung laughed. “You really did stare at hyung like you wanted to eat him. Like all the time.”
“I will not tolerate such slander!”
“It was particularly funny since hyung was crazy about you.” Taehyung slid his eyes to Yoongi and held in a smirk. “He’s the reason our A&R team invited you backstage at our Taipei concert — and how Bang PD knew to buy out your contract.”
“What?” you cried as Yoongi sputtered, “There’s no need to go into detail about it. It’s been over a decade!”
“Hyung used to spam us with links to your content all the time. He made us all buy your albums and stream when you had comebacks.” Taehyung was enjoying Yoongi’s flushed face too much for his own good. “Come to think of it, both he and Jin hyung were obsessed with you.”
You sat up, the light finally back in your eyes. “How come no one ever told me?”
“Namjoon hyung probably liked the fact you were terrified of Yoongi. It worked out to his advantage, right?”
“He actually suggested I fuck Yoongi first,” you revealed. “Said Yoongi would be the perfect fuck buddy.”
“Did he really?” exclaimed Taehyung. “And you passed? So interesting!”
Yoongi scowled. “Even if Y/N had decided she’d want to fuck me, it doesn’t mean I would have reciprocated.”
“Oh, that’s hilarious, hyung,” Taehyung said. And then, because he really was curious, he asked again. “If hyung told you to go for Yoongi hyung first, how did you end up with him? What was it about Namjoon hyung that made you choose him?”
“Honestly?” Your eyes misted over in memory. “I think it’s just because he offered.”
Taehyung and Yoongi both tried to cover their laughter with coughs. “He offered?” stammered Taehyung as Yoongi couldn’t hold it in anymore and doubled over. “That’s it?”
You shrugged. “He was hot. He was willing. I trusted him and he offered. End of story.”
“That lucky fuck,” cackled Yoongi. “I am never letting him live this down!”
“Wait — seriously? You’re telling me if any of us had offered, you could have ended up with one of us instead?” questioned Taehyung. Jungkook was going to cry when he told him.
“What? No — that’s not what I said at all!”
“Oh, come on! We were hot, willing, and you trusted us, right?” insisted Taehyung.
“I mean, yes?” You hesitated. “But also, you weren’t quite hot at the time?”
Taehyung could not believe what he was hearing. “What?”
“I mean, like, yeah. You’re out-of-this-world good-looking now, but back then — when you debuted especially — you and Jungkook were kinda funny looking.”
“Are you drunk or high still?” accused Taehyung.
“I’m not saying you two were ugly — just that you had yet to grow into your features,” you insisted. “Whoever scouted you should be given multiple raises because look how hot you and Kookie turned out. Like, no credit needed for scouting Jin oppa because he was always beautiful. But Kook grew into his nose and you — well, you improved.”
“I can’t decide if I’m being insulted.”
Yoongi had not ceased cracking up. Finally, he choked out, “Oh, you’re definitely being insulted.”
Taehyung glowered. He wasn’t a vain person — but he also owned a mirror. He knew he was objectively attractive — and not just regular attractive. He was super star attractive. It was his actual job to capitalize on his looks and talents — and he was exceedingly good at his job.
You were clearly mistaken.
“Taehyungie, you obviously grew out of it. Some people never do. Look at poor Yoongi.”
To his credit, Yoongi barely acknowledged the dig. Easy for him — it had always been obvious how much you lusted after the man.
“Okay, now I know you’re full of shit,” Taehyung asserted. “The way you used to crumble around Yoongi hyung — fuck, aren’t your reaction videos still on YouTube?”
Your eyes widened as you suddenly realized it would be a relatively easy thing to prove you were completely sprung over Yoongi.
“Um, I don’t know?”
Taehyung pulled up YouTube on his phone. “Hyung, you think we can cast onto the TV?”
“I don’t think this is necessary,” you scrambled. “Also, it doesn’t prove anything other than I know what kind of reactions your fans love to see from me. It doesn’t have any bearing on the fact that you were definitely funny looking up through the Wings era.”
“Hurtful, noona,” he pouted.
“I’m not trying to be hurtful! I’m telling you you’re super hot now — why do you also have to be hot as a child? That’s inappropriate!”
Yoongi still hadn’t stopped laughing. He was huddled over, holding his stomach. All Taehyung could see were his hyung’s crinkled eyes and gummy smile. Taehyung felt unexpectedly fond.
Taehyung scrolled through your old reaction videos.
“I didn’t know you reacted to ‘Singularity,’” he said.
You tilted your head. “I don’t remember doing so but I guess I must have. I reacted to all your title songs and sometimes the other M/Vs when I had time.”
“This should put to rest your theory that I was funny looking.”
“It will do no such thing, Tae. This was after your man-face already came in.”
“My man-face?”
“Yes, yes. Your man-face. You know, when your jaw squares and you fill out and…” You waved your hand in the air vaguely. “You know what it is — your man-face!”
While you had been giving him the vocabulary lesson, Yoongi had figured out how to cast your “Singularity” reaction video onto the television screen. Suddenly, the three of you were confronted with your younger self grumbling at the camera.
“You were grumpy even then, noona,” quipped Taehyung.
You huffed and retorted, “Probably because I was being forced to react to my ungrateful labelmates all the time.”
Taehyung arched a brow. “Right. Forced.”
“I miss that old Big Hit intro,” you reflected. “Those little bouncy dots were so cute. The Big Hit Music intro just isn’t the same.”
Taehyung hummed his agreement as the opening chord hit.
Oh, shit, the you in the video immediately said. You squinted and leaned closer to the laptop. Is that a CGI hand? That’s really fucking cool!
“You thought it was a fake hand?” asked Yoongi incredulously.
“I was really confused, okay?” you defended. “To be fair, it does look like CGI.”
“You weren’t the only one who was confused, noona. I remember a decent number of reactors had the same reaction.”
Oh, shit! This song is sexy! you continued. Oh, it’s Tae’s hand! Dude, that finger choreo is sexy — oh, fuck! What’s with that face? Why are you making that face? Oh my god, his hand!
“How many times are you going to say the word, ‘sexy,’ Y/N?” Yoongi criticized. “I thought reactors were supposed to be more interesting than this.”
On screen, you paused the video, stared off camera, and complained to the PD in English. What is going on? Why is this video so sexy? Why does this song sound like it’s baby-making music? Is Tae old enough to be making baby-making music?
“You seem distressed,” observed Yoongi.
Taehyung snorted.
“Shut up,” you grumbled.
The three of you continued to watch you visibly devolve on screen. You let out a steady stream of Why! What? How? Taehyung? TAEHYUNG! interspersed with What are you doing with your face? You stop that! How dare you! Your fists clenched against your mouth as you hunched over the screen, wincing every few moments.
“Your vocabulary seems lacking, Y/N. I thought your Korean was better than that.”
Taehyung was definitely amused. If you wailing his name had catapulted Taehyung’s thoughts in a decidedly less friendly direction, he pretended not to notice. “Wow, they’re bleeping you out a lot. Can people even hear the track at this point?”
You cut him a hard glare. “Everyone knows that’s what the fans want. You know how it is.”
“Right.” It was too difficult for him to keep the smirk off his face and so Taehyung didn’t.
And then, right when the choreography had him dipping down low, you pushed away from the table and walked away with a loud No! Who allowed this? How is this allowed on the internet? This is illegal!
Yoongi and Taehyung could not contain their snickers.
“Still think I’m funny-looking, noona?”
“I told you! This was after your man-face already came in! Why can’t we watch my ‘Blood, Sweat and Tears’ reaction? I think I complain about your haircut the whole time!”
“Oh, look. The top comment under this is a link to your ‘Daechwita’ reaction,” Yoongi interjected. “We definitely need to watch that next.”
The horror crossing your face was almost as fantastic as your freaking out in the reaction video.
“This was the best idea,” sighed Taehyung.
“The worst!” you whined as you tried to get up and leave.
“The best,” grinned Yoongi as he pulled you back down and wrapped you in a hug. “The absolute best.”
From your lack of squirming away, Taehyung could tell you agreed.
———
Taehyung woke up with a groan. His neck hurt and his entire spine felt like it was crunched into awkward angles. In the background, the television was playing some arbitrary reaction video on mute. When he looked over at the couch, you and Yoongi were slumped to the side with you curled under the crook of the older man’s arm.
The two of you looked so cute together, he thought affectionately. It seemed to make perfect sense if you ended up a couple — as long as Namjoon was okay with it.
He didn’t know why his mind kept trying to pair you with his members. You had shown no sign of wanting to be in a relationship — his members or otherwise. Maybe it was the new knowledge from last night of just how amenable you would have been to any of them — and that Namjoon had simply been in the right place at the right time.
Poor Namjoon.
Except the more Taehyung thought about it, though the genesis of your relationship had been proximity and ease, by the end, you and Namjoon were wild for each other. The way you’d been in Namjoon’s pocket despite being a rather prickly sort — you had clearly fallen head over heels in love by then. It’s what had made your sudden disappearance all the more surprising and painful.
He reminded himself to find out what exactly made you love Namjoon — for research, of course.
Taehyung stumbled off to the bathroom to relieve himself and wondered if he should wake you and Yoongi up. He decided that it wasn’t worth the years of his life you’d take off and chose instead to return to the main house and shower.
After he felt human again, he made himself a quick egg scramble and scarfed it down directly over the pan.
“You didn’t make any for us?” Your scratchy voice startled him.
“Didn’t want it to get cold,” Taehyung replied easily. It was a lie, but who would it hurt, really?
“Liar,” you scolded. You blearily pulled up a stool to the kitchen island and stared blankly at him. “It’s like old times, isn’t it?” you said softly.
“What is?” he asked as he slid you a mug of hot water and a container of loose leaf tea.
“This,” you replied, gesturing at him. “Reminds me of all the times I slept over at your place — except I suppose there were always more of you guys underfoot making noise somewhere.”
“If I recall, you made a decent amount of noise, too.”
You flushed. “Like Joon and I were the only ones fucking in that place.”
“Point taken,” Taehyung sniggered. And then, as if picking up the thread of his earlier thoughts, he asked, “When did it change to something more with him? What made you love him?”
You were quiet for several long beats. “He’s easy to love, Taehyung. He was just so big — not like that, you pervert — and so floppy.”
“Floppy? Are you sure we’re not talking about —”
“Like a big dumb golden retriever.” You smiled wistfully and sipped your tea. “Joonie was just so — is so — earnest. He said the softest, most beautiful words, Taehyung. Who could hold out against such an onslaught?”
“Do you ever want to get back together with him?”
Taehyung knew he was overstepping, but he could not help himself. He told himself it was research for the film, but even he sensed it was not the full truth.
You shook your head regretfully. “No.”
“No?” he prodded gently. “Isn’t he still very much the same?”
You chuckled. “Well, first of all, he fucked the brains out of my friend, Mirae.”
Taehyung choked a bit. “You’re okay with this? He told you this?”
“Oh my god, no! Mirae texted me saying that he’d fucked her stupid — which means something because she’s brilliant.”
“That wasn’t weird?”
“That’s the thing, Tae. It wasn’t weird at all.” You reached over and scooped up some of his egg scramble with your fingers. “It’s not like the movie version of us. We’re not getting back together like they wrote us in the script. That book of my life is closed and I have no intention of reopening it.”
You tucked the eggs into your mouth and sucked your fingertips, casting about for a napkin for a bit before Taehyung had the presence of mind to hand you one. He clearly needed to tug one out or something because his brain kept going to the most inappropriate places with you.
He blamed Yoongi for planting the idea of you in his mind like that.
“And second,” you continued, blissfully unaware of the detour his inner monologue had taken, “the balance of power would be too skewed.”
“What do you mean?” Taehyung forced his traitorous thoughts back in line.
“I would feel like I owed him — that he was doing me a favor by being with me again. That I would never be good enough for him.” You shuddered. “I hate owing people — and I always repay my debts.”
Taehyung had a flash of understanding. “Is that why you and Alton never…?”
Your face clouded over. “I would lose myself with him,” you murmured. “How could I ever feel like I had any right to anything? I literally owe him my life. I owe him everything.”
“Alton and Namjoon don’t seem like the type to use your past against you, noona,” Taehyung said softly. “They would never.”
Your lip curled in a sardonic smile. “People always say they would never until they do, Taehyung.” You held up a hand to forestall any comments he wanted to make. “Not on purpose — or at least not consciously. But how could it not always be in the undercurrent? How could it not always be there: unspoken but so loud nevertheless?”
Taehyung’s heart twanged as it often did around you. It continued to baffle him that he’d signed onto this project except somehow, deep inside, he knew he wanted your story done right. He wanted to handle you gently. Reverently. He did not trust anyone else to do so.
He did not know what that meant except that you were precious to him. You were precious to all his bandmates, really. How he wished that you could internalize their love for you.
“Why did you agree to do the music if it hurts you so much, noona?”
You flicked your dark eyes to his. “Everything always hurts, Taehyung. What’s one more?”
You slid off the stool and paused as if conflicted.
“My father was my first love, you know. He was like the sun: so bright.” Your tongue slipped out and wet your lips. “He loved music and performing and sometimes, I wonder what he would have been like if he’d had the option to pursue those talents instead of making himself into what others expected.”
You blinked rapidly and Taehyung followed a tear as it curved down the slope of your cheekbones.
“I painted him as a monster, but the more I think about it, the more I realize I was unfair. He wasn’t a monster; he was just a man.” You swiped at your face. “I wanted him to love me so much that I thought if I pursued the things he loved — if I made myself into what he wanted — that he would stay. That he would find me and my brother enough. That he would choose us instead of some woman or new get-rich-quick scheme.”
Taehyung wanted to stop you — to tell you that you didn’t have to share if it hurt too much — except he was frozen.
“Somewhere along the way, I fell in love with music and performing, too.” You chanced a glance at him. “Don’t you see, Tae? My father is the reason I love music. He is the reason I have what I have — and when he needed me, I abandoned him. I let him die,” you whispered, “and when he died, all the music in me died, too.”
Taehyung’s chest cracked wide open.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Translation notes:
1) 恰似你的溫柔 (qiàsì nǐ de wēnróu): just like your tenderness 2) 閣愛妳一擺 (gé ài nǐ yī bǎi): love you one more time
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Summary - You would never expect it really. He’s doting. He’s sweet. He’s hardworking. But he’s forgotten his morals. Suspecting it is one thing, but when he confirms it, will you stay or walk away.
Warning - Cheating(Aftermath);
Word Count - 1.8k
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A/N - Usually don’t do author notes but I owe it to anyone waiting for an update. This bonus is short, and basically the starter of what I’m planning to do in Update 25. It’s all I can post until further notice.
When I do rewrite (yeah I scrapped my draft) and finalize Update 25, as soon as its given an all clear by an available beta, whether it’s a Friday or not, it will be posted.
Needless to say, if you understand how ‘still waters’ work in the Nerve Universe, it’s always a lead up to something stormy and devastating - which is why the next update has to be up to standard.
Have a good weekend. Dms and Asks are open if there are any questions.
xoxo Dee
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'So much for starting your new life on a good note,’ you muttered as you swept up the crumbs and broken muffins on the floor.
‘It doesn’t change anything.’ Yuna sniffed and wiped her cheek, which you thought was redundant considering another tear rolled out of her eye straight after. 'It was a long time coming.’
You didn’t go to her, or hug her, or hold her, just yet. You didn’t know if you could. This mess needed to be cleaned up before anything else. The muffins. The physical one. It was easier. Then you needed to decide if this bachelorette was actually happening. The biggest question was whether she internally would hold this against you. Maybe not now. But when she calmed down, and thought about what she just did…
You spoke before you could stop yourself. 'Yuna, I’m sorr –,’
'Oh fuck off, y/n!’ She spluttered. Squeezing her eyes shut, her face screwed up in anguish, she dropped her head in her hands. ‘Just, shut the fuck up.’ She sobbed quietly, not bothering to hold back. ‘This isn’t your fault!’
Dropping the broom, you knelt down in front of her and took her head on your shoulder.
Her arms came around you and she held onto you tightly. ‘You have nothing to apologize for.’ She mumbled as she buried her face into your neck and cried.
Her family, her sister… and her broken heart… you didn’t know what to say to comfort her. Usually you would have the right words. It wasn’t the first time she cried in front of you, nor would it be the last, but you had no idea what to do. How did you comfort Yuna when this whole situation was because of you?
Indirectly, it was your fault, but the damage it caused felt as heavy as if you intended this to happen.
Truthfully, you didn’t think things would turn out this way. You didn’t actually pay attention to Yuna and Helen’s relationship. Yuna did her best to keep you both as separate as possible. Sometimes Helen dropped by, stayed over, or called and texted. You wouldn’t pry or comment or ask, and only heard about Helen in passing or face to face. The tension was always present, the mutual respect always given. There was never a need to dive so deeply into the root cause of it. Maybe you should have thought, maybe if you put more effort…
This whole blowout was unnecessary. When Yuna left for Spain, you would be in your corner of your world and Helen in hers. When Yuna returned, if she returned, she would juggle as she’d always done. You wouldn’t delude yourself into thinking she would return after only one project.
Your best friend was too talented. Offers would line up, and for all you knew, as painful as it was, Kenta and Yuna would be on the streets of Barcelona for the better part of their newlywed bliss and then some. But you wouldn’t let the separation cloud your mind just yet.
You couldn’t blame her for leaving. Just like you couldn’t blame her for trying to balance her twin sister and her best friend. Unlike her, Yuna was your one and only. No sisters. Thank fuck for that bullet considering the fucking circumstances. You had brothers now, but even there, the limitations existed.
Yuna knew about work, and Namjoon and the creeps and the real feelings you felt about others and about yourself. You wouldn’t deny knowing a lot of the same about her. She told you everything. Sometimes words weren’t even necessary.
When she finally calmed down a bit and pulled back, you pushed her haphazard hair out of her face and asked about the matter requiring the most urgency. Looking into her swollen eyes, red nose and blotchy face, you asked, 'Should I cancel?’
You wouldn’t explain. She already knew what you were talking about. You wouldn’t blame her if she did cancel. To hell with all of it if she wasn’t going to enjoy herself.
'Fuck no.’ She swiped at her nose, and you handed her a tissue to do it properly. 'I’m going to get drunk. And be with people that actually care about me.’
‘Shedoes care, Yu,’ you reminded her. You wouldn’t defend Helen, but she only reacted the way she did, because she loved Yuna so much.
‘Shut up,’ she rolls her eyes and groans, her fingers on her temple.
You hover in front of her, waiting for a proper answer.
‘I know she cares,’ she sighs, ‘but she’s taken it too far.’ She met your eyes. ‘Heli let her jealousy get the best of her. Her love for me wasn’t enough for her to ever give you a chance. And to be fair, it might make things a lot easier for me. Instead of hanging on a fence, I chose a side.’ A tight squeeze around your fingers had you looking down. ‘I know I chose the right side.’
You stood up and swallowed hard against the emotion in your chest and reminded her about the subject at hand. 'Are you sure about the party? It’s easy to cancel, babe. Bree would understand. I can give the guys the VIP room for the night since they were just gonna hang here.’
She stared at the floor, not saying anything.
You decided to sway her. 'Maybe a romcom, or a cartoon? We’ll order take out, make some popcorn, ice-cream, and hot chocolate. We can pig out in our jammies, even play some good music and have a dance party.’
You could see a softness creep up on her features. 'As tempting as that is, we already do that a lot.’ She let out a heavy sigh and looked up at you again. 'Let’s get drunk. Let’s have fun with the girls, talk a little shit, and let me do this right. I can’t let her ruin this for me. I love her, y/n. I do. And I love you, too. But tonight is my night.’ She tipped her chin up, her eyes flashing a fire that was inherently Yuna. 'You know me. I just need a little make-up and to slip on one of my sexy dresses, and I’ll be good to go.’
That was true. Yuna was strong. And badass. She may not always slip a mask in place like you, but she knew how. But that wasn’t the point. She was one of your favorite humans. You hated to see her so hurt. And she didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to. You could always rearrange plans. 'You don’t have to force yours –,’
'Please,’ she clutched your hand and tugged. 'I already feel like shit that my own twin is so fucking blind she can’t see how wonderful you are. I don’t want to sit here and wallow. I know it’s unhealthy to push it down, and I know you always say we should feel these things and let it take its course.’ She implored you with her eyes. 'But I don’t have that time, y/n. And I won’t make the time. I’m getting married in a day. I will make it the happiest day of my life. We will make it the happiest day of my life. Tonight’s my bachelorette with the few friends we can afford to let in and keep. Helen will still have her head up her ass and I’ll still feel less whole and like crap next week when I pack and bitch about it. But this is now. Let me do this. For me. So, please.’
You purse your lips and swing her hand back and forth. 'You have a knack for dialogue.’
She smirked at your teasing. ‘I know my strengths.’
You caved. 'Go take a shower.’ You moved away from her and picked up the broom. 'I’m going to clean this and text the girls.’
'Hey.’
You looked back at her as she stood up. She was already looking less like a watermelon. Tired, maybe a little drained, but Yuna nonetheless.
'This isn’t your fault. I know you. I know you’ll blame yourself. Accept responsibility. Yadda Yadda.’ She rolled her eyes again. ‘But don’t. This is not on you.’
You nodded, not wanting to drag this any further or cause an argument. 'I’m fine. Go, freshen up.’ You breathed a sigh of relief when she tipped her head in return and made her way out of the kitchen.
What was the point of disputing her, really? You knew she didn’t believe you. She knew that you knew that she didn’t believe you.
It was bad. It was Helen and Yuna, from the fucking womb… separated. The whole situation was fucked up.
But she would take time to get ready. She wanted to enjoy her night and you would do anything you could to make that happen. Either way, she wouldn’t win against your insecurities and thoughts. Over the years, she tamped them down, trampled them, did her best to defend you against them, but she never won.
You cleaned the rest of the muffins up and threw them away. Because that was all you could do. Paying little attention to the mess, you moved on autopilot as a vindictive part of your brain made itself known.
Even if you begged the bitch, you doubt she would listen. And yes from this point onward, she was a Grade-A bitch. You gave her the benefit of the doubt before, not anymore.
At the end of the day, she was a good person. Probably. But even you had some pride. Just because you were nice and tolerant, it didn’t make you a pussy. You, the fucking princess, had your fair share to deal with, at home, at work, in your marriage.
You had no fucking time to separate a pair of twins. Yes, they shared a womb but that was about the extent of their closeness. Once they were out, their lives were very much detached from each other.
But that anger wasn’t enough for you to alleviate the blame. Of course you would blame yourself. It felt like your fault. Helen made it clear, it was. There was nothing that could convince you otherwise.
At least, you would be getting drunk.
Yuna was right, as unhealthy as it was, sometimes you just needed a stiff drink and to say fuck it.
And that was one more thing your brave best friend unknowingly reminded you; when a choice was made, as long as it made sense in your head and your heart, it didn’t have to make sense to anyone else.
You would do well to remember that the world was the world. Just the world. Brief. Transient. Fleeting.
They didn’t know your life. They didn’t dictate your feelings. They didn’t share your views and your experiences, therefore… they didn’t matter.
Only you mattered when the matter was about you.
Be it a heart-wrenching choice to cut off a family member or the intrepid resilience to stay in a marriage, you had to stand firm, hold your ground and stick it to it when the world retaliated. Because it would.
… you would rather have a glass of whiskey in your hand when that happened.
