I’ve got you

pairing: thomas x reader

wordcount:452

warnings:danger? distress? near death experience

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My eyes are squeezed shut. I scream out in pain when my body hits the glass beneath me. The force winds me, and I cough frantically for a minute or so.

I whisper to myself. “Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Don’t look down.”

I suddenly hear voices, causing me to jump. I hear footsteps running, and then the sound of metal crashing. Two faces look down from a hole above me. One of them is a short-haired girl, and the other, a boy. They look surprised when they see me. I probably look the same, my eyes widening.

“They aren’t a crank!”

“How do you know?! We can’t save everyone, Thomas.”

There’s a pause. “We can try. We can’t just leave her/him here.”

The glass beneath me starts to crack. I can hear the deathly sound, though I force myself to not look down. My breathing picks up, and I call the pair, desperate. “Help me!”

“I’m coming! Hang on!” Thomas suddenly drops through the hole. He grabs on to any piece of rubble he can on his way down to me. “Don’t move!”

When he finally reaches me, I reach up with my hand, and I stretch out my arm, but the shift in weight causes the glass to crack further. “Oh! Shit!”

“Come on! You can reach!”

I keep trying. Just as I connect with the pads of Thomas’ fingertips, the glass cracks again before it breaks completely. I scream. Thomas is quick, though. He kneels down at just the right moment and catches my wrist.

“I’ve got you!” I reach with my other hand and grip his tightly. “I’ve got you!” He repeats.

-

After Thomas and Brenda had quickly introduced themselves and then led me out of the crumbling building, we made it to a small alleyway in what would have been a town.

“Are you hurt?” Thomas kneels in front of me. I’m sitting on the ground, gratefully sipping water from a flask.

“Surprisingly.. no. I think I’m okay. Thanks to you.” Thomas doesn’t say anything. He just looks me over a few times: as if inspecting for injuries. “I’m not infected, or bit.. or scratched… I promise.”

“It’s not that.. just.. I can’t help thinking- I mean..”

“Thank God, you found me when you did?” Thomas smiles, but it’s so small, you’d barely notice. He nods. “Yeah.”

“Thank you. So much… again.” I don’t even think before I throw my arms around him. I’m even more surprised when he actually hugs me back.

“We don’t ever leave people behind.” He mutters against my ear as he tightens his arms around my waist.

I smile against his shoulder. “Does that mean I get to tag along?”

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Summary: 6 years ago, (Y/N) thought that she was finally taking her life into her hands, leaving behind a toxic and abusive relationship with a man who taught her she’d never be worthy of love. However, it became hard to ignore his words when she met her seven soulmates who rejected her without even giving her a chance to prove herself. It took (Y/N) 3 years to realize that it wouldn’t be her end. She would live on to prove them all wrong; she would become what they all thought she wasn’t: someone worthy of love. And as she stands proudly on the stage, under the burning spotlights, the applause and the cries of the delirious crowd, she feels alive. Alive, just like the bond she had believed to be broken.

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Pairings: Y/N x OT7

Genre: Soulmate AU!, Idol Y/NAU!, semi social-media AU!, ANGST (mainly), fluff, romance, maybe smut in the series, NSFW.  

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Warnings: Stong language, mention of death, and near death experience.

NOTE: HELLO IM BACK ! It’s been A WHILE ! LOL I hope everyone has been doing well, sorry for disapearing on you guys! I kinda struggled with the flow of this chapter but it’s here nevertheless ! I hope you’ll enjoy it! Feedback is warmly welcomed as always, here we go with the 17th chapter !!! (already??)

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Hi little reader,

I hope you’re doing okay. Here, it’s not terrible but it’s not the best either… It’s hard to handle everything at home. Jungkook still refuses to talk with me. It’s been more than a month, I’m starting to think that he’ll never forgive me. I don’t know what to do about him.

Taeyhungie and Namjoonie are never here, both of them are apparently “researching” about bonds and the lasting effects of the medical ones. To be fair, it’s mostly Namjoon’s idea but ever since he started dropping things and losing the strength in his hands, Taehyung has become his assistant, helping him each time his hands give up. Though, Taehyung is not doing much better than him… His memories are sometimes a total fog and it honestly worries everyone… It’s been a little over a month since … Yongsun left and Namjoon’s hands haven’t gotten any stronger, Taeyhung refuses to share how much progress he’s making with his memories… My eyesight is slightly better, I think, but sometimes it feels like I’m back to square one. It’s hard to focus on it when all the boys seem to be struggling anyway. Also… my own progress is painfully slow… it does feel like I see a bit more clearly than I did for the past month but it’s not striking. Colors seem a bit more vivid, I wonder if it’s going to gradually get better or if I’ll get stuck somewhere in the recovery… it is so weird how the six of us have different symptoms and after-effects… it was also different for each of us when the medical bond broke… Joon-hyung felt the pain in his hands as soon as the fake bond broke but it only lasted a short moment, whereas Jungkook was in physical pain for a few days if not more… Typical of him not to tell us how much he’s hurting…

The good news is that Yoongi-hyung has finally moved back in with us. It makes everyone much less worried about him even if he isn’t feeling great, at least he’s out of danger and he’s with us. It’s painful to see him this miserable, but he’s… alive. He’s struggling, but he’s trying. The scars on his arms are hard to look at, and I think no one feels comfortable letting him alone with any available blades. Seokjin always monitors him when he’s in the kitchen by himself and Hobi always takes his showers with him. I’m scared to say that, but his scars truly don’t look great, and sometimes, there are fresh ones in his arms… I wish one of us could find a way to completely stop him; we’ll get here one day, we’ll do everything for him to get better. Hoseok-hyung, especially. He and Yoongi-hyung are in their little world. It feels like their health has started depending on one another. Yoongi-hyung seems to be feeling a bit more alive when Hobi is with him and Hobi seems a bit less in his mind when hyung needs something. Hobi being Hobi, he tries to hide his pain; he doesn’t want to worry us, and I get him. But it’s so frustrating… He tries to make it looks like everything is fine but we all can see how clearly he spaces out because he struggles to remain concentrated for a long time. It’s really stupid. He doesn’t want to admit that he has after-effects from the break of the bond, and yet, everyone knows. It’s so obvious how he pinches his nose in annoyance as he struggles to concentrate. He probably has terrible headaches, but it’s hard to tell since he says nothing about it. He always does this; he runs his hands through his hair, pinch his nose, rubs his palms together, and presses his fingers to his temple. No one addresses the problem, we all let Hoseok lie to himself. It doesn’t seem to be the best solution, but it isn’t as if hyung would listen to us, anyway.

It doesn’t feel normal, it doesn’t feel like we’re okay. We’re merely avoiding the issue, we’re barely breathing, and yet, we’re together. 

Maybe, though, we should truly be concerned about Jin-hyung. It’s been a while since I heard his voice. The first few days after … ugh. 

The first few days, he was yelling all the time. But ever since he came back from the hospital with Hobi, he’s been quieter and quieter. Hoseok-hyung explained to us what happened because Seokjin didn’t say anything at all. He didn’t say a word, merely sitting on the couch, staring outside. He still cooks, he still works out and goes on walks with Joonie-hyung in the evenings, but he's… very quiet. I know that the meeting with Yongsun’s parents must have been hard to swallow. Honestly, I still can’t believe the audacity of those people, but I can’t help but think something else is up. It seems that he has trouble hearing himself talk or hearing us talk… I can’t help but think that we should ask him because if he truly can’t hear anymore, we need to find new ways to communicate. I know everyone is avoiding the topic, but we can’t leave him like that. Namjoon-hyung said he probably needs time, yet, as much as I agree, I feel like we should do more. But it’s hard because we don’t really talk anymore… I miss him. 

Do you think we’ll ever get better? Is it wishful thinking to hope for better days? 

Hi Little Reader, 

Remember when I told you Jin-hyung had gone quiet ? Well, today he said he couldn’t take it anymore and that he needed answers. I tried to ask him what he meant and he said, I quote “I’m gonna find Yongsun and ask her why the hell she did that to us”. Jungkook left the room as soon as he heard Yongsun’s name and I can’t blame him… I don’t understand Jin-hyung. He was first yelling, then he went quiet, and suddenly his conclusion is that he needs to see Yongsun? 

I don’t get him. I really don’t. 

Taehyung did comment that at least he was speaking again, but I don’t know if we shouldn’t talk him out of it. I have a bad feeling about this. But none of us seem to be able to address the problem … God I hate this. It can only bring bad news…

Hi Little Reader, 

Jungkook asked me if I wanted tea. He didn’t say more; he did two cups for the both of us, he sat next to me but didn’t talk more than that. It’s progress but it felt so awkward that I didn’t know what to do. I tried to ask him if he started feeling the bond again, yet, he didn’t reply. I think it means that he still doesn’t feel it, it’s obvious that it bothers him a lot but he tries not to complain too much (probably because he thinks that he can't… Jungkook has never been one to share his feelings easily, and each time he looks at Yoongi-hyung, he looks like he might start crying… I hope he doesn’t think that because Yoongi has it worse, he can’t complain about his situation…)

I also noticed that the scar on his cheek hasn’t really healed… Hoseok-hyung said that Jungkook seems to struggle to look at himself in the mirror… I wonder if it’s because he thinks of everything that happened when he sees his scar. Maybe he thinks again about the ‘fight’ he had with Namjoon…

I still hear Taehyung crying at night. I want to comfort him but he refuses to open his door, he keeps it locked. Namjoon-hyung says that his memory is slowly coming back and it gives him nightmares. Somehow, I wish he would have totally forgotten. It would have been less painful than to hear his cries as he wakes up. But until now, he was eaten by guilt without fully understanding, only because he could see us and the damages done every single day, yet he couldn’t remember everything that happened despite knowing that he was the starting point of it all. Maybe it was better for him not to fully remember Yongsun’s abuse… after all, who knows how far it went between her and Tae? He was always with her, and to be honest, no one knows what Tae heard, saw, nor lived through. He hides everything so well, I wouldn’t be surprised to know that she actually was the most horrible one with him. Taehyung is the kind of person to take everything in silently, to protect everyone. I fear that this is what happened… it would explain his screams during the night, but I wish he would just talk to us. We need to understand but he strongly refuses. He’s stuck in his head…

It’s hard to see him suffering this way; it’s hard to know that some of his memories are so dreadful… but Namjoon-hyung said that Tae feels relieved to remember. Maybe one day he’ll open up to me. I hope he will. I want to help so bad.

Another selfish thought before I stop this entry here … Do you think our (Y/N), the real one, is somewhere in our world? I know this has become the name that everyone is avoiding but … I can’t help but think… How different from Yongsun would she be? Is she her total opposite? Someone soft, who would never lay a hand on us? Could we ever trust her? Maybe she’d be our precious person by now had we met her instead of Yongsun… maybe we wouldn’t be broken as we are now…  Or maybe the whole concept of soulmates is messed up and only meant to hurt … What if it was only a cruel joke to make us hope? After all… What kind of proof do we have that all of this is true? It has been running in my head for a few days already, but what if all those bond skeptics were right in the end? What if all of this was a lie?

What did we do that was so wrong?

(Y/N) took a few shaky breaths, closing the diary again. Jimin’s tone was still soft, but his doubts about the soulmate system still left a sour aftertaste, especially now that she knew that it had been the trigger of his rejection. Sighing softly, she gulped nervously, trying to process Jimin’s words but also trying to ignore the growing efforts she had to make to breathe correctly the longer Jungkook was gone.

Looking around her apartment, (Y/N) took her cup of tea and drank slowly, as if to help the lump in her throat, but to no avail. Jungkook still seemed to be out with the others. 

Good. She’d rather not see him right now, even if her lungs seemed to protest at the idea of him being gone any longer. She didn’t feel ready to see him, not to see anyone for that matter. She hated this oppressive feeling, almost like her heartbeat was too loud, her body too heavy, and her mind too crowded. She needed to get herself out of this mood.

Scrolling down on her phone, she replied to the few messages Raya sent and mindlessly went on Twitter. A smile gently crept on her lips as she read some messages her fans left. Maybe she should do a live soon. She would probably need Jungkook to be in the apartment for her body to feel a bit lighter, but she missed interacting with her fans. They always had been a constant source of happiness for her, perhaps she needed that little push to ground herself a little bit. Go back to her everyday life a bit more rather than to wallow in her room. It wouldn’t help the tension in her body, but it would alleviate the turmoil she mentally felt. Typing quickly, she left a little message for her fans, hoping that it would brighten someone’s day, even if it just brought a little smile to someone’s face, it would be enough. She started music for this reason, after all.

She wanted to give back the love she received. Stopping in her movements, she took a picture before tweeting it and adding it to her post. She smiled while putting her phone down and switching to her laptop. Watching meaningless videos would probably empty her mind, right? Taking a deep breath, she reflected for a second.  

Maybe it was finally time for her to wonder; how did their bond work? How did it come that each of them had different aftereffects with the medical bond? A lot seemed to be confusing to (Y/N), and as much as she had once been enthusiastic and tried to learn about the bonds as much as she had been able to, her interest had quickly declined with the rejection she had had to face and the consequences it left her to deal with. (Y/N) had ignored the bond all those years, refusing to even think about it or get medical attention for it, at least, not more than needed. It had been hard to be worried about a bond as a whole when her own body was struggling to survive. Then her mind also gave up and it just became a constant fight for life. She had had better things to do than to wonder about the way her bond worked with her other “mates” as much as she hated the word. 

However now, curiosity strangely peaked again. Not so much because of the boys as people, but because what she was reading made no sense. How did it come that their bond was so particular? She had never read anything similar to their case in any class that ever mentioned the concepts of bonds, and it wasn’t because she didn’t get a lot of those. (Y/N) could still roll her eyes at the only thought of it; soulmates class had once been her favorite. She snorted just at the thought. It had annoyingly long hours of torture. At that time, (Y/N) had believed that those classes would one day come in handy. But the more she grew up, the more she realized how naive that thought had been, especially in her case.

Yet, in almost 10 years, research had probably advanced, right? Maybe some articles or thesis would mention a similar case. Even if the similarities weren’t numerous, there had to be something, anything, that could be a clue to explain it all… Peaking at her notifications on Twitter one last time, she breathed out, trying to focus on her screen rather than to focus on her aching body. Maybe thinking about the concept of soulmates would make the pain slightly more bearable, or so she hoped as she started diving into articles dealing with medical bonds and their effects.

It had been a while since they had met all together, the seven of them hadn’t grown distant; it was impossible in such a short span of time, but the physical distance had clearly been bothering them. It had always been their moment of comfort; as long as they were together, everything would somehow fall into place. Their bond was truly a wonder. It was something so deeply carved into their skin that no one—outside it—would ever fully grasp the extent of the influence it had on their behavior and on who they were as people.

However, for the first time, Seokjin felt itchy.

Something was definitely not right, it decidedly wasn’t comfortable. The seven of them were together, the distance wasn’t something any of them were thinking about and yet… and yet Seokjin never quite felt so ill at ease. After all, as hypocritical as it could sound, one of them was indeed missing. It was clearer than it had ever been to him.

Seokjin berated himself for even thinking such a thing. (Y/N) didn’t want to be one of them; she clearly said so, and she had every reason to. They had no right to think of her as one of them after what they did to her. He would never have the pretension of thinking that she had to suddenly welcome them with open arms after they rejected her all these years ago. She made it clear that she didn’t want to have anything to do with them; she was staying with Jungkook out of necessity and not because she actually wanted to. He knew it and he accepted it. But it didn’t mean that it couldn’t hurt. Seokjin hated feeling that way, he didn’t feel like it was his place to feel hurt. His own feelings did not feel valid to him. He knew he logically couldn’t prevent himself from feeling. However, those feelings were unjustified in his own eyes. Who could dare to be hurt from their soulmate’s rejection when you rejected them already? 

The air between the seven of them had always been tense after they had rejected (Y/N). Words that were left unspoken, behavior that became weirder with time, eyes escaping when questions were asked. Seokjin had always had many things he wanted to ask; like why hadn’t Jungkook said anything about not wanting to reject her in the end? Maybe it would have changed many things in their future. Not that Seokjin blamed Jungkook, far from it, but maybe if he had spoken up about this, some of them would have also spoken against abandoning her. Seokjin was pretty sure that both Yoongi and Hoseok had been against it as well. Yoongi had just been too exhausted to start such a heavy discussion, too tired to fight and to try again to speak himself against them, and Hoseok hadn’t wanted to disturb the tentative peace that they had started creating after Yongsun’s departure. The storm was still not over in his eyes, a dark fog was still looming over their heads.

Also, why did Jimin refuse to tell them what had happened between the two of them for him to suddenly think they were wrong and that they needed to consider having (Y/N) in their soulgroup? Jimin had spiraled after Yongsun, suddenly rethinking everything he had once believed about soulmates. It had been painful to see. As his soulmates, hearing Jimin constantly say that the concept of soulmates was only a disaster, a trick made by governments to manipulate their people, had crushed a part of his soul. Jimin’s connection had almost felt weak at one point. Jungkook had kept on feeling scared about this, saying that the more skeptical Jimin was, the less he could feel his bond, even if the younger had already been struggling to feel it at that time. The bond was still here and it would never break this easily, but Jimin’s mind had been somewhere else while he had been telling his own soulmates that he didn’t believe in what they had anymore. He still loved them, dearly, but his own claims and beliefs were hurting their bond.

To be fair, however, he didn’t say it blatantly, but it hadn’t been hard for his soulmates to understand the innuendos. So what happened between him and (Y/N) for him to drastically go back on his words and suddenly start believing that what they had should be treasured? No one complained about the change (actually, that’s a lie, but Seokjin welcomed this change warmly), but no one understood where it came from. What could have (Y/N) told him to finally bring him out of those swirling thoughts that had made him spiral for such a long time? Seokjin wouldn’t forget, couldn’t forget. One day, he would ask. Maybe if he ever got allowed to, he would ask (Y/N) directly and maybe even thank her, because god, that had been such a relief for Seokjin to finally stop listening to Jimin spiraling over soulmates.

Seokjin had many, oh so many things to ask his soulmates, why did Yoongi keep on playing this audio of Hoseok crying that night? Why did the both of them stop speaking for a few days before they never left each other’s hip? Why did Jungkook keep on crying right after he woke up for almost a whole month? How did it come that Yoongi and Hoseok always went on walks for hours when Yoongi had trouble walking for more than a few minutes? Seokjin even followed them once, but they only walked for a few minutes before stopping because Yoongi was out of breath, before picking up, and stopping again. 

For 5 hours. 

Seokjin might not be as invested as Namjoon to understand the complexity of the bond’s system, but he was not dumb either. He had known something had been up and it hadn’t been that hard to understand what. His soulmates weren’t that good at hiding things after the Yongsun’s disaster.

Seokjin had a lot of questions left, but he also had a lot that had already been answered, such as why Namjoon and Taehyung had been so firm with their rejection of (Y/N). Why Jungkook’s bond and (Y/N)’s one had connected. Why Yongsun had done what she did. Why Raya was so angry at them while looking guilty each time she told them to leave (Y/N) alone. 

Seokjin should be angry, really. Angry at how ridiculously bad their communication had become, angry at Namjoon and Taehyung for not explaining what they found out, angry at Raya for her audacity, angry at Yongsun’s desperation that almost cost their lives,  and yet he didn’t have the energy. It was tiring to always do his best to listen to everyone while he almost couldn’t hear anymore. 

Regardless, that afternoon, even if they all tried their best to ignore the tension between them all and the itch they all felt because of (Y/N)’s absence; they all felt it. It was obvious.

Jungkook tried to remain blissfully unaware, Seokjin could see behind his smile that he could feel their bond straining in very different directions and he felt sorry for the youngest one, but it wasn’t like he could help it. The bonds were trying to find their last link. Namjoon did warn them about that possibility. He said that since the six of them were tied to Jungkook, the extension of Jungkook’s bond would obviously pique their own bond’s interest and it would try to connect to the last missing piece of their soul group naturally.

It might happen, but for some reason, Seokjin believed that it would be the worst kind of scenario.

It would throw their free will away and force (Y/N) into a situation that she (more than just probably) would prefer to avoid, and Seokjin couldn’t blame her. He’d do the same had he been in her shoes. Or maybe not, he’d try to seek answers, once again reaching to the very people who hurt him badly just like he did with Yongsun. He honestly couldn’t tell what he would have done in her shoes, it would be hypocritical to try to imagine what she went through. It wouldn’t be something he could understand without more information.

“So… are we going to ignore what we’re all thinking about or…” surprisingly enough, it was Hoseok who finally spoke out. If Seokjin had believed someone would say something, it would have been Jungkook with the way he behaved those days, not Hoseok.

“Let’s not-”

“No, let’s be honest for once. We’ve run away from this for too long, and look where we are now. It has to change, it cannot go on like this, Joon-ah.” Namjoon remained silent, head dropping slightly at Hoseok’s trembling words.

“What is there left to say, though?” Taehyung ’s voice was hopeless, and Seokjin found himself sighing. 

“What about, everything? Maybe it’s also time for you to speak up. We all know you’ve been looking for solutions for us, for information about our bond. You probably found a bunch of information and you aren’t sharing these with us. How do you expect (Y/N) to miraculously trust us when we can’t put this trust into you even between us?” A sharp intake of a breath was the only thing Seokjin didn’t pick up on but clearly read on Taehyung’s shaking lips. 

“You don’t trust us?” Taehyung whispered, almost afraid to hear the answer. 

“Look, I trust you with my life, but I’m starting to wonder if I should.”

“Hey. Let’s calm down, will you? You’re being too loud.” Seokjin finally breathed out as everyone got quiet again after Yoongi’s request. It wasn’t as if the older man never spoke out anymore, but once he did, the six of them usually listened to him. 

“I know I’ve been evasive, I haven’t told you the truth on many points when I should have, I know and I’m sorry. I will explain everything to you guys as well, I promise, but I want to give this to (Y/N) first. She’s likely to contact me soon and I don’t want to fuck this up. I don’t want her to feel left out, if needed I’ll ask her if she would be comfortable with all of us being here while Taehyung and I explain this-" 

"Taehyung knows?”

“Of course, I do. How could I not when I basically wrote everything down for him since he couldn’t even handle holding a pen?”

“Joon, you never told us the damages on your hands were that important-" 

"It doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is all of this, us, (Y/N), and what we’re going to become. Let’s not expect for her to forgive us after she gets an explanation because it probably won’t happen. Don’t get your hopes up, I beg you.” He wished he could give them hope, but it was clear for everyone that Namjoon did not believe that his explanation would be enough.

Seokjin snorted, what kind of explanation could ever be enough anyway? He could only hope that (Y/N) would understand at least. They did this to protect her even if it was hard to believe it. They put her in extreme danger. That was true. Maybe it hadn’t been the best solution.

But what would have happened if they had accepted her at that moment? Seokjin knew all too well the answer, and he sighed softly at the thought of it.

Namjoon and Taehyung did their best. They tried to protect her from the lasting effects of the medical bond that fucked their natural one. Seokjin knew that better than anyone else.

But who could know if they never told anyone the truth?

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Prompt #21

“You know, you’d think you’d be a little bit more grateful for someone who saved you”

“You ? You can’t be fucking serious”

“Yes, [hero], I graciously saved you from a slow and painful death”

“What do you want ? A fucking cookie ?”

“A thank you would be enough”

Whumptober 2021, for the prompt near death experience(altno.11)