With everything going on in my life rn I completely missed my one year anniversary of The Return Of An Empress which was my very first post on my blog :’) Quite literally the start of this entire thing
SO, I just want to take this time to thank each and every single one of you, those who were here from the beginning to those who are new, regardless of when you came to find me and my story I appreciate and love you just the same
Sometimes it feels weird having people anticipate my stories cause over a year ago they were all just in my head. But now I’m sharing it with over a thousand people… That’s both terrifying and exciting at the same time haha
Thank you all so much for being so kind to me throughout it all, even when my updates aren’t as consistent as before… I apologize for that but I hope you forgive me when I do eventually have time to write and post them!
I hope we continue being friends for many years to come :)
Summary: Y/N and Yoongi have a deep talk during a blackout caused by the snow storm which leads to Y/N opening up about how much Jackson had affected her mentally. This makes Yoongi show her just how special she is to him and just how much he loves her.
Warnings: Fluff and smut, Y/N talks to Yoongi about how Jackson affected her, mentions of SA
AN: I know this is out after Christmas but it’s fine because I know a lot of us are still in the Christmas spirit. And the TXT comeback timeline is a bit backward here (as in Lovesong is still in the works). Also, if anyone wants to request any oneshots like this, then let me know.
“Last Christmas, I gave you my heart but the very next day you gave it away This year, to save me from tears, I’ll give it to someone special”
Since the snow day Y/N had had with Jin a few days ago, the snow had gotten worse and worse until it became a full blown storm. With Christmas day right around the corner, it was good that everyone had done their Christmas shopping, and the only panic that was going on was Jin panicking that they had forgotten food for Christmas and would not have enough, even though there was a list that he had made and got every item on and had triple checked.
But everyone else was relaxed. They were on a break from work, and they had their own recording equipment just in case they wanted to record a song on their break.
Y/N was downstairs in the dance room, working out choreography for TXT’s new comeback. It had more of a darker vibe to it, which she loved. She listened to the music as it played through the speakers. She had two dances to choreograph, but she didn’t mind doing it in her break because it was something she enjoyed.
She almost had everything down for one song apart from the last chorus. As she worked through the dance, the lights began to flicker, catching her attention. She frowned up at the ceiling after she paused the music.
“What?” She asked herself. “The bulbs were just changed, they shouldn’t be…” She trailed off as they flickered again before sputtering out. “Seriously?” She complained. “Guess I’m gonna have to cut this choreography session short.” She huffed and turned on the flashlight on her phone so she could see her water bottle so she could bring it back upstairs.
She grabbed it and made her way back to the door as she called Yoongi.
“Jagiya, what’s wrong?” He picked up on the first ring.
“The lights have gone in the dance studio again.” She said, opening the door. “And in the hallway…” She trailed off. “All the lights are out.”
“Hold on, I’m coming.” Yoongi said before hanging up the phone. A few seconds later, she heard footsteps and Yoongi appeared before her.
“No lights and no wifi.” Y/N said.
“Maybe the power has gone out?” Yoongi suggested. He walked over to Y/N and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Nothing to do but enjoy each other’s company.”
Y/N hummed and leaned up, pressing their lips together. “Cuddles?” She asked.
“I will give you all the cuddles in the world.” Yoongi reassured, taking her hand and leading her up to his room.
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There had been a comfortable silence in the room for the past half an hour. Seokjin had poked his head in about ten minutes ago to let them know that the power company had called and that the power would be out indefinitely due to the storm.
Not that the pair minded. They were enjoying just being in each other’s company. Yoongi was lying on his back with one arm behind his head and one arm around Y/N’s shoulders. Y/N was lying slightly on top of him, with her head resting on his chest. She had one arm under her head, and one arm resting on his waist, her hand gently rubbing the bare skin that was revealed from his top being pulled up.
Y/N was silently thinking to herself about how much her life had changed since last Christmas. She was so grateful for these seven boys who had come into her life and completely turned it upside down. In the best way possible.
“Thank you.” She murmured, making Yoongi look down at her in surprise.
“For what, jagiya?” He asked.
“For helping me to get better and get over Jackson.” She replied. “This time last year was so much worse than now.”
“You’re welcome, jagiya.” He said. His eyes swept over her face for a second. “Do you need to talk about what happened last year?”
Y/N knew she needed to get it off her chest. She had never fully come to terms with what had happened that night and she would just push it down and ignore it. It was like her coping mechanism.
“Yes.” She replied.
“Okay.” Yoongi pushed himself up to sit against the headboard, pulling Y/N up with him and putting her on his lap. “Talk to me.”
“Last year, Jackson threw a massive party for his work friends. And he paraded me around like his prized pony. Except it was worse than that. You know how he used to hit me with his belts. For Christmas that year, my present was a belt. Which he then proceeded to beat me with before the party. That year I wasn’t allowed to join in. But there was a reason for that. From the bedroom upstairs, I could hear that they were watching a video that sounded like some porn. They were all boys so I could understand that they would be watching porn, but then I realised…” She trailed off as Yoongi’s arms around her waist tightened.
“It was of you wasn’t it?” He asked softly. She nodded.
“He showed just how good he could fuck me off to his friends like it was some competition. Apparently they were all doing it. They all watched videos of them fucking their significant others and then they ranked them all. It was disgusting.”
“The police said that they found and destroyed pornographic tapes when they raided and searched the house. Do you think that’s what those were?” Yoongi said to attempt to put her mind at ease.
“I hope so.” She replied. “Because the fear I have that those are out there… it’s mentally draining.”
“Even if they did get out, every single copy of it would be taken down and deleted.” Yoongi said. He was silent before he spoke again. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
“I guess I just didn’t want that night to be real. And me talking about it would make it real.” She said.
“Ok. It’s ok. Nothing is going to happen.” Yoongi reassured her. “You are completely safe.”
“I know. Thanks to you.” Y/N said, feeling a lot lighter. “That talk made me feel a lot better.”
“That’s good, jagiya.” He said. “I love you.”
“I love you more.” Y/N replied. She moved so she was straddling Yoongi’s lap and smiled at him. “And you can’t say ‘No, I love you more’ because that’s copying.”
“Oh, it’s copying, is it?” Yoongi cocked an eyebrow at her. He moved his hands to her waist and tickled her, making her shriek out in surprise.
“Yes, copying.” She confirmed, squirming in his lap as he continued to tickle her.
“Sure, jagiya. Sure.” Yoongi’s deep voice drawled, hands coming to rest on her waist. “You know what, though?” He began to move her hips against his. “You’ve caused an issue. And you’re going to fix it.” Y/N felt how hard he was under her.
“I mean, you could fix it yourself.” Y/N said sassily. “You don’t need me to fix it for you. Looks like it was caused by you. I’m innocent, here.”
“Oh, you’re innocent, are you?” Yoongi teased, rolling them over so she was pinned underneath him. “So then why is it every time I start to fuck you, you’re always begging me for more, always begging me to fill up all of your pretty little holes.” Yoongi said, accentuating his points with hard but slow rolls of his hips.
When Y/N said nothing, just playfully glared up at him before tilting her head back and whining at the friction, he just chuckled fondly. “So pretty, aren’t you?” He complimented her, leaning down to kiss her gently. Y/N blushed and shuffled under him. “All you’re going to get is praised tonight.” He said before kissing her again.
He trailed kisses down her neck, coaxing small moans and whimpers to fall from her lips. He unbuttoned her shirt that she had changed into. It did belong to him, but it looked better on her in his opinion. He trailed kisses down her chest as he undid each button before pausing just above her panties.
“Fucking hell.” He murmured, eyes travelling up and down her body, taking in every curve. “You’re beautiful.”
Y/N blushed again and covered her face. She had worn one of her new sets that Namjoon had bought her. It was a pale pink lacy set. “Joonie bought it for me.” She whispered.
“Yeah?” He asked, nosing at her hip. “He has very good taste for what suits you.”
Y/N giggled and pulled Yoongi up to kiss her again. “Need you.” She said.
“You have me, jagiya.” Yoongi replied, kissing her passionately. Y/N moaned into the kiss as his skilled fingers rubbed her clit through her panties, the lace causing delicious friction. “Sound so pretty.” He groaned, his hips grinding against her thigh. “I was going to eat you out but I really need to feel you wrapped around me.”
“Please.” Y/N said, her hips bucking up against Yoongi’s hand. His fingers wrapped around the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs. She automatically spread them apart, waiting for Yoongi to strip his clothes and settle between them. She closed her eyes relishing in the aching throb between her leg.
“You’re so wet, jagiya.” Yoongi said as he crawled back onto the bed and settling between her legs. The feeling of the warmth of his body resting on top of hers caused her eyes to flutter open. “Ready?” He asked, leaning down to peck her lips.
“Yes.” She replied. Yoongi shifted his weight onto one arm and reached down, wrapping his hand around his cock and rubbing its head along her pussy. “Fuck, please don’t tease.” She pouted, making Yoongi chuckle and keep pushing his cock head through her folds. “Yoongi, please.” Her pout increased.
“Ok, I’m sorry, jagiya.” Yoongi said. He pressed his cock against her hole and pushed his cock inside.
Y/N let out a satisfied sigh at the feeling of his cock pushing inside her. “Feels good.” She said. “Love your cock. I love you.”
“I love you more.” Yoongi said, moving his hips. “And you can’t say ‘no, I love you more’ because that’s copying.”
Y/N rolled her eyes playfully at Yoongi’s words and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Stealing my words, how could you?”
“I think I have every right considering how good I’m making you feel.” Yoongi said, with a pointed thrust of his hips. Y/N yelped in pleasure. His thumb came to a rest on top of her clit and pushed down gently before rubbing it in tight circles. “I’m not going to last much longer.” He admitted, the circles getting faster.
“Neither am I with how you’re rubbing me.” She said, arching her back and moaning out as the knot in her stomach got tighter. “Gonna cum.” She warned, her toes curling and her nerves igniting.
“We’ll cum together.” Yoongi said, his breath hitching. “God, you feel amazing.” His hips stuttered. “Okay, on three. One. Two. Three.”
As soon as the word left his mouth, the knot inside Y/N’s stomach snapped and she came all over his cock. She felt him cum as well.
“That was…” She said breathlessly.
“That was amazing.” Yoongi finished for her. He leaned down to kiss her gently. “I love you, so much.”
“I love you so much.” Y/N parroted. Yoongi moved to pull out of her, but she wrapped her legs around his waist to keep him where he was. “No. Wanna stay like this.”
“I need to get you cleaned up, jagiya.” Yoongi said, a hand stroking her side. She shook her head stubbornly and played with his hair.
“Bath after. Just wanna stay like this for a bit.” She yawned. Yoongi gave in. When would he ever deny her of this?
“Ok, jagiya. We’ll have a quick nap and then bath, deal?” He said rolling over so he was on his side, spooning her.
“Deal.” She slurred, her eyes closed. Yoongi chuckled fondly.
“Goodnight, jagiya.” He kissed the top of her head before letting himself drift off as well.
Summary: Seokjin and Y/N bake some gingerbread cookies together but as they are letting them cool, they realise that there is snow falling. After some time playing in the snow, the pair decide that a nice bath isn’t the only thing that is going to warm them up.
Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, and some soft smut. Kinda religious stuff I guess (Seokjin likes the idea of Y/N calling him her God)
“Like snow piles up, I remember what you gave me You gave me the courage to live.”
“You look absolutely ridiculous.” Y/N giggled as she walked into the kitchen. Seokjin had texted her to come down and make gingerbread with him, so she happily obliged. But what she hadn’t expected was to see him stood in the kitchen, holding a wooden spoon and wearing a pink apron that said ‘Kiss the Cook’ all while having a pair of reindeer antlers complete with bells and baubles and ribbons on his head.
“I look amazing. You are just jealous.” He said. “You’re just boring, wearing your white hoodie and black sweatpants.”
“Well technically the hoodie isn’t mine.” She pointed out, stretching up on her tiptoes to kiss Jin.
“Ah I can see that. Because it practically hangs off you. Let me guess, it’s Hoseok’s?” He guessed. Y/N nodded.
“Well done. You can recognise his cologne.” She giggled, making Jin brandish the spoon at her.
“Yah, you little brat.” He said. “Okay, go wash your hands, and then we can make these gingerbread cookies.”
“Yes sir,” she saluted him jokingly. She walked over to the sink and washed her hands thoroughly while Jin got out all the ingredients.
Making gingerbread seemed complicated but was a lot easier than Y/N thought. After melting the butter and mixing it with the ingredients in a pan, they let it cool for a bit before rolling it out and creating the cookies.
“Did you have fun with Namjoon yesterday?” Jin asked. He was backhugging her as she washed up the things they had used and wouldn’t need to use again.
“Yes. It was really fun. I got everyone’s presents.” Y/N replied, scrubbing at the pan, where some burned sugar remained. “It’s not coming off.” She complained.
“Here, let me try.” Jin pulled on a pair of gloves and took the scourer from her. “What presents did you get?”
Y/N opened her mouth to reply but realised what he was doing. She hit him with a towel. “Hey, no, that’s cheating!” She cried, causing Jin to laugh. “I’m too smart for your tricks.” The pair were silent as they got into a routine with Jin washing the pan and trying to get the stain off while Y/N dried the clean things and put them away.
When she turned around, she noticed white stuff falling from the sky. It was snow. “It’s snowing!” She exclaimed. “Come on, last one out has to finish cleaning that pan.”
She ran upstairs to put on her coat, hat, scarf, gloves. She pulled on her new boots and ran out into the back garden. “Haha, I won!” She exclaimed as Jin raced out. He wrapped his arms around her waist and spun her around, making her laugh and scream.
“Either way I would have been cleaning that pan.” Seokjin pointed out, making her nod.
“Yup. That is correct.” She confirmed, making him set her down. He bent down and scooped up some snow before throwing it at her.
“Jin!” She yelped, taking cover behind Yoongi’s chair that he would sit in in the summer. “You’re so on, oppa!” She scooped up snow and tossed it at the older, who wasn’t able to duck in time so got a face full of snow.
“Oh, you little brat.” Jin scooped up even more snow and eventually they were having a snowball fight. When Jin was collecting more snowballs, Y/N left her hiding spot and jumped onto him, making them both fall to the floor as Jin yelled in shock.
“You scared me!” He said, turning his face to the side to glare at her lying on his back. She giggled and got off him, dusting off her clothes.
“I’m so sorry.” She said with a hint of sarcasm. Seokjin stood up and towered over her, wrapping his arms around her and keeping her still.
“I trapped you.” He said. She looked up at him, their eyes locking. “You look pretty with the snowflakes in your hair.” He said.
“Thank you.” She whispered. “You look handsome with snow in your hair too.”
“You look like an ice princess.” He said, subconsciously leaning down. Their lips connected and they kissed. It was full of love and a passion that caused something to ignite inside Y/N.
Jin’s tongue darted out to lick her lips before pushing into her mouth. She hummed into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to him. “Inside. Go inside.” She said breathlessly. “Need you.” And she could feel just how much Jin needed her from how hard he was.
“Okay. Okay. Yes.” He said. “It will warm us up, and then we can have a nice bath after.”
“Sounds good, Jinnie.” She said as he carried her upstairs to his room, their clothes being pulled off at various points on the journey up.
He kicked open his door and set her down. They both finished undressing each other, sharing kisses and touches as they did. “Sound so pretty, sweetheart.” Jin said as she let out a soft moan at his fingers brushing over her breasts. “Can’t wait to taste you.” He whispered in her ear. “I can’t wait to bury my head in that pretty little pussy of yours and make you cum so hard that you see stars.”
“I need you so bad, Jinnie.” She whispered in his ear, arching up into his touch. He traced his fingers down her stomach down to where she needed him the most.
“What’s the magic word, sweetheart?” He asked, fingers hovering over her pussy.
“Please.” She looked up at him, giving him puppy eyes. He chuckled and leaned down to kiss her as he slid his fingers into her pussy. “Ah.” She moaned into the kiss. He crooked them inside of her and pressed against her special spot that made her feel ecstatic. “Oh my God.”
“That’s right, sweetheart. I am your God.” Seokjin said, moving his fingers faster as he moved his head down to meet them, leaving a trail of kisses and bites in his wake.
Her fingers tangled in his hair and pulled slightly as his tongue made contact with her clit, earning a groan from him. He wrapped his lips around her bundle of nerves and sucked, causing her hips to buck up at the sensation.
“Nah uh.” He said, pulling away. “Keep those hips still.” He pressed them down using a free hand. “You taste delicious, angel.” He said, slipping his tongue inside her.
“Oh God, that’s so good.” Y/N’s eyes rolled back at the feeling as her toes scrunched up.
“I think I like you called me your God.” Seokjin said as he pulled away and lifted himself back up to hover over her face. “Are you ready for your God’s cock.”
Y/N felt a wave of pleasure roll through her at Seokjin’s confidence and him calling himself her God. “Please.” She managed to get out. Seokjin hummed and leaned down to kiss her.
“Whatever my angel wants, she will get.” Seokjin obliged, filling her in one thrust. Y/N let out a long moan. “I love making you sing.” He crooned, kissing her neck and sucking.
“I… Ah… Oh.” Y/N could not get a single sentence out, making Seokjin chuckle.
“Is my cock making you feel too good?” He asked.
“Feel so good. So full. Love it.” Y/N choked out, letting out another moan as Seokjin pushed in all the way and just rolled his hips, not thrusting anymore. “So deep.” She threw her head back and moved her hand to rub at her clit.
Seokjin pushed her hand away. “I’ve got you. I can make you cum.” He said, pressing his thumb down, making her scream out. He rubbed it in tight circles, making her shudder.
“I’m close. Gonna cum. Please?” She asked.
“Cum whenever you need to.” Seokjin said, kissing her again. “Cum for your God.”
At his words, Y/N felt the knot inside her snap and her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm. “That’s it, angel. Such a good little angel.” He said. “Shit, angel.” He exclaimed. “You squirted.” He continued rolling his hips, chasing his own orgasm. “That was so hot. Covering me in your cum. Marking me as your own.”
“I didn’t know I could squirt.” Y/N said as she tried to catch her breath.
“Our little secret for now. We can surprise the others.” He said. “Show them what we did tonight and how much you cum just from me.”
“I’d like that.” Y/N moaned, feeling overstimulated. His hips stuttered and he pulled out, releasing on her stomach.
“Fuck angel.” He moaned out. He leaned down and kissed her. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” She replied. “I’m more than okay.”
“That’s good, sweetheart. Come on, I’ll run you a bath.” He said standing up and taking her hand. He led her to the bathroom that was opposite his room after wrapping her up in a robe that he found on the back of his door.
“Can we have the coconut bubbles please?” She asked, snuggling into Seokjin’s side.
“Of course, sweetheart.” Seokjin selected her desired bubble bath and poured it into the water.
“Seokjin oppa.” Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up at him while they waited for the bath to fill up.
“Yes, sweetheart?” He asked, looking down and stroking her hair.
“I love you.” She said. Seokjin smiled and leaned down to kiss her.
“I love you, too.” He said. He reached over to turn off the water. “Come on, in you get.” He kissed her cheek as he helped her out of the robe.
Once they had settled into the water, Y/N turned her head to look up at her soulmate. “What about the cookies?”
“We can finish them after, okay? We just need to roll out the dough. It’s supposed to cool anyway.” Seokjin reassured her.
“Okay.” Y/N settled against his front.
“Just relax, okay? I’ll wash you.” He said, kissing the top of her head.
“I can do it, it’s fine.”
“I want to.” He said softly. “Let me take care of you.”
“Okay.” Y/N obliged. “Thank you.”
“What for?” Seokjin asked.
“For loving me how I am and not trying to change me.”
“I will always love you sweetheart. No matter what happens.” Seokjin said. And as he said that Y/N knew it was completely true and that it was completely true for all of them.
Summary: Namjoon and Y/N go to do some Christmas shopping and Namjoon lets Y/N have some free reign with his credit card as a treat. But when she buys something that causes things to go from soft to steamy.
Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, and smut. Namjoon can’t get enough of the lingerie set Y/N bought basically
“Next year I could be just as good, if you check off my Christmas list”
“Baby…”
Y/N hummed in her sleep, cuddling into the pillow more. She had fallen asleep in Namjoon’s room after the two had watched a movie together and cuddled. There may have been a handjob and some fingering under the blanket, but that was an added plus to the night.
She felt Namjoon press kisses to her exposed cheek. “It’s time to wake up, beautiful.”
She whined and lifted her arms up with her eyes still closed. She felt Namjoon wrap his arms around her waist and lift her up, setting her on his lap. She leaned forward and rested her head on his shoulder.
“What time is it?” She asked slowly.
“Just past nine.” Namjoon replied. She hummed and inhaled his scent of faint cologne, books and leather. “Are you starting to wake up?” She nodded. He rubbed her back and kissed the top of her head. “That’s good. Do you want to shower or are you going to do that later?”
“I showered last night so I’ll do it later.” She whispered. “Remember?”
“I remember, baby.” He chuckled. “You still need to get changed though.”
“But I’m comfy.” She pointed out.
“I know, baby. I am too. But we’re going shopping tomorrow, and we can’t go in our pyjamas can we?”
“No.” Y/N agreed. She sat up slowly and looked at Namjoon through bleary eyes. “Good morning.”
“Good morning, baby.” He said, pushing her hair out of her face. “I take it you slept well?”
“Yup. I like sleeping with you. You’re nice to cuddle.” Y/N replied. She had woken up a lot more now. It was true, Namjoon was nice to cuddle. It was well known that he was tall and had muscles to die for, which meant that Y/N would be engulfed whenever he cuddled her.
“Thank you, baby.” Namjoon leaned forward and kissed her softly.
“Morning breath.” Y/N wrinkled her nose, making Namjoon chuckle, his dimples showing. She reached forward and poked one. “That dimple is illegal.” She said.
“Using my own song lyrics against me.” Namjoon feigned shock before tapping her thigh. “Okay, let’s go and get ready and then we can do some Christmas shopping for everyone. And as a treat since you’ve been so good, I will let you get whatever you want, okay?”
“Anything?” Y/N asked. Namjoon nodded.
“Anything my baby wants, she will get.” He said. “And she doesn’t have to wait until Christmas to use them.”
“Thank you, Joonie.” She said kissing him again. She slid off his lap. “Let’s get ready!”
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“Alright, baby, where to first?” Namjoon asked. Y/N looked around. She needed to buy the boys their presents and she already knew what she was going to get each of them, but it was going to be hard buying Namjoon’s.
She decided to get Taehyung’s present first. She had seen him looking at some Gucci lingerie online a few days ago but had not bought anything from it. He was probably self-restraining to see what he got for Christmas. So, she had done some looking and found the perfect thing for him. It was a bodysuit that had black floral lace on it. It would suit Tae perfectly.
“Gucci?” She asked. “I need to get TaeTae’s present.”
“What are you getting Tae?” Namjoon asked curiously.
“You’ll see.” She said as they entered the store. With the help of one of the store assistants, she located the body suit. It was even more perfect in person.
“He is going to look beautiful in that.” Namjoon murmured as she dug around in her purse to find her card. He noticed this. “Hey, I thought I was paying.”
“Not for the presents for the boys, oppa.” She said, pulling out her card and paying. “Those are the things I want to buy myself.” She did now have a job that paid decently well. She was a dance choreographer for Hybe, but she mainly worked with TXT and Enhypen. Occasionally she would work with BTS, but those times were rare because they had their own choreographers that they had been working with for years and it wouldn’t make sense to completely change up the style just so they could work with their soulmate. It also removed any distractions, especially Yoongi, who could not keep his hands off her when she wore leggings.
“Can we get another one of these in size medium, please.” Namjoon requested. The woman behind the counter nodded and disappeared to get a second bodysuit. Y/N looked up at him questioningly. “I’ll be damned if I don’t see you wearing that.” He said. “You and Tae in matching lingerie will be a sigh to behold.”
“Control your horniness, oppa.” She chided, dangling the bag off her wrist and putting away her card. “We are in public.”
“It’s kind of hard to control when you are buying lacy lingerie in front of me.” Namjoon hissed.
Y/N giggled. “Oops?” Namjoon sighed and playfully rolled his eyes. “Can we go to Chanel next? I saw the perfect jacket for Jimin.”
“Of course, baby.” Namjoon said, kissing the top of her head. “That’s where I wanted to get part of your present from as well.”
“Part of my present?” Y/N looked at him. She thought they were only getting each other one thing each.
“After everything you’ve been through this year, we decided that we wanted to thoroughly spoil you and get you whatever we wanted to.” Namjoon explained.
“But…”
“No buts, baby. You still are getting everyone one thing, though.” He said authoratively. Y/N pursed her lips and stayed quiet. These boys would find every possible excuse to spoil her and she wouldn’t ever be able to stop them.
In Chanel, Y/N bought Jimin’s jacket, which was black silk and would suit Jimin perfectly. Namjoon had gone off with another store attendant to get her present, which from the looks of things was jewellery.
A couple of hours later, they finally sat down for lunch. Y/N had got presents for everyone but Jungkook and Namjoon. For Hoseok she had got an AOI Icon black hoodie, a white t-shirt, and some bleached red jeans all from Supreme. Since she now knew that the boys were getting her more than one thing, she decided that she was also going to break the one item rule, especially because Jimin and Taehyung had quite expensive presents. She also got Hoseok a trinity ring from Cartier which was silver, gold and black. Also from Cartier, she got Taehyung a trinity bracelet that was white gold, yellow gold and rose gold.
She also got Jimin a soft knitted blanket since she knew how much he liked to wrap up in as many blankets as possible when they were watching movies together, but his blanket was getting old and ragged.
For Seokjin she had got some new cooking pans that were really high quality and she also got him a pair of rose gold orchid earrings, also from Cartier.
And for Yoongi she had got him a Fear of God Monarch sweatshirt, that she would definitlely be stealing, and a silver necklace with a lock on it from Louis Vuitton.
Namjoon had also treated her with a couple of items from each of the shops. He had bought her a white Supreme hoodie that matched the one she had bought Hoseok with the promise that he would wear it for a bit so it smelt like him. From Cartier, he had got her a pair of trinity earrings that were diamond encrusted. From Fear of God he got her a sweatshirt that he was going to give to Jungkook to wear and then she was going to have it back. And from Louis Vuitton, he got her a small leather backpack.
“What can I get for you today?” A waiter came over to the table. He smiled warmly at Y/N before dropping the smile when he looked at Namjoon.
Namjoon clenched his jaw and cleared his throat before looking over the menu once more. “We’ll get the afternoon tea to share, and two portions of the coconut mochi.” He said before closing the menu and handing it to the waiter.
“And anything for the pretty lady?” The waiter asked, making Y/N shift in discomfort, which Namjoon noticed.
“I’m going to kindly ask you to not speak to my girlfriend like that.” Namjoon said, trying to keep himself calm. “Unless you want to be done for harassment.”
“I’m sorry, sir. I did not think.” The waiter said quickly, the threat that Namjoon had given clearly hitting too close to home. “I will go and get your order.”
Namjoon nodded tightly, his jaw still clenched. “I would also like to request another waiter, please. You’ve made my girl uncomfortable and I don’t want that happening to her.”
“Of course, sir.” The waiter disappeared.
“Thank you, Joonie.” Y/N said quietly. He grabbed hold of her hand and stroked the back of it with her thumb.
“He was making you uncomfortable and that’s not right.” Namjoon pointed out. “Nobody should make you feel uncomfortable. If they do, you come and tell me straight away.”
“I’ll always tell you.” Y/N said. A waitress came over to the table with their items.
“Here is your food and drinks. I’m so sorry about the previous waiter, I promise it will never happen again.” She said to the pair.
Namjoon nodded and smiled, his dimples showing. “Thank you so much.”
“Enjoy your meal.” The waitress bowed and walked away.
“Smile baby.” Namjoon pulled out his phone to take some pictures of Y/N. “My beautiful lunch date.”
“Stopppp.” Y/N whined, hiding her face.
“Aigoo, so cute.” Namjoon cooed, still taking pictures of her.
“Joonie oppa.” Y/N removed her hands from her face to playfully glare at Namjoon.
“Just one smile, baby, please. For me.” Namjoon begged, making Y/N roll her eyes and smile for Namjoon. “Absolutely beautiful.” Namjoon said as he looked at the photos he had taken.
Y/N pulled out her phone and took some photos of Namjoon without him realising. They were of him smiling down at his phone.
“So handsome.” Y/N said, making him look up at her, still smiling. “Got it!” She took a picture of him. “Perfect.”
“You’re perfect, baby.” Namjoon said. Y/N blushed and took a sip from her tea.
“Thank you, oppa.” She whispered.
Namjoon reached forward and grabbed one of the sandwiches. “Any time, baby. Now eat up. We’ve still got shops to go to, and you’re going to need your energy.”
Y/N reached forward and grabbed a smoked salmon and cream cheese sandwich. “This place is so cute. I love it here.”
“I know.” Namjoon was silent for a second. “You know what, this can be our place where we go on our more casual dates.”
“I’d like that.” Y/N smiled. “Just me and you.”
“I love you, baby.” Namjoon said, taking another sandwich from the tray in front of them.
“I love you, oppa.” Y/N replied, picking up one of the mochi.
“You love mochi, don’t you?” He chuckled. Y/N nodded, her mouth full. “Cute.”
“Try one, they’re so good.” She said after she swallowed. She thrust one into Namjoon’s face.
“Okay, baby.” He opened his mouth and allowed her to feed him.
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“Last shop.” Y/N announced as they reached the lingerie store. They had gone to Balenciaga, where Y/N had bought a pair of black lace-up boots with white chunky soles for Jungkook, which Namjoon had got a pair for her in white. They then stopped in Prada, where she had bought a knitted cashmere hoodie for Namjoon. Namjoon had bought her another gift from Prada as well. They also stopped at the bookstore where she had got Namjoon some new philosophical books, and Namjoon had treated her to some new fantasy and romance books, with the promise of a reading date and a picnic when it was warmer.
“Are you planning to get something for Tae here?” Namjoon asked.
Y/N turned and smiled at him slyly. “Nope.” She said. “This is all gonna be for me.”
“All of it?”
“Every single one.” She whispered in his ear. “And you never know, I could give you a fashion show when we get back.”
Namjoon groaned. “There’s no could about that. You are giving me a fashion show and then I’m gonna fuck you nice and hard.” He said in her ear. Y/N let out a shaky breath and pressed her thighs together.
“Yes, Daddy.” She smirked before disappearing into the store.
“Fucking hell.” Namjoon muttered under his breath before following her inside.
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“Are you ready for the show, Daddy?” Y/N asked from the adjoining bathroom to Namjoon’s bedroom.
Namjoon sat up immediately, his feet braced on the floor. He was sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m always ready for you, baby.” He was already hard in his pants, but it wasn’t unbearable. “How many do you have to show me?”
“Around six.” Y/N called back.
“Ok, come on out then, kitten.” Namjoon said. He had his eyes trained on the door, waiting with baited breath for her to come out. The first outfit was a red corset style top with matching red panties.
“I’ve left the most scandalous for last.” She said, stopping in front of Namjoon and posing with her hands on her hips.
“Let me see the back.” He said, his mouth dry. She looked stunning. The panties framed her ass perfectly.
“You look stunning, kitten.” Namjoon said. “Let’s see the next one.”
Each one got more and more scandalous. Next was an open-back lacy black babydoll style top with a pink bow and a cute little skirt attached, which had matching black panties. Then she came out wearing a one piece that was mesh and see through with lacy detail on the cups and shiny straps that had crystals on them.
The next few gave Namjoon a small heart attack when she showed them to him. The first was a blue lace one piece that was basically just strings in the back holding it together. It basically only covered the front of her. The next one was a similar style but had even less fabric in the front and it was an aqua colour. But it was the final one that made Namjoon the hardest he had ever been.
It was pretty much just bands that covered her up. Red bands that left little to the imagination.
“Look at you, kitten.” Namjoon pulled her onto his lap. “Dressed up so pretty for Daddy.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” She said, a smile on her face. One of the things that Namjoon loved the most about Y/N was that while she had a praise kink, they also found out that she had a slight degradation kink once she had fully recovered from the trauma Jackson had evoked on her.
“Are you gonna be a good girl for Daddy?” He asked, trailing his fingers up and down her sides.
“I’m always Daddy’s good girl.” She said sassily. “But tonight, I wanna be Daddy’s little slut.”
“Well you certainly look like a little slut.” Namjoon said. “Alright, get on the bed with your ass up because I don’t remember giving you permission to buy all these slutty outfits.”
“But you said I could buy whatever I wanted, Daddy.” She purred, not getting off his lap, but instead grinding down on his lap. “And you’re already so hard. Let me help you.”
“Excuse me, kitten, but are you disobeying me?” Namjoon tightened his grip on her hips, making her stop moving. “I won’t repeat myself again. On the bed. Ass up. Face down. Am I clear?”
“Are you gonna spank me, Daddy? Make me even more wet?” She asked, getting off his lap and positioning herself on the bed.
“You’re getting 10 spanks, little whore. And then you’re going to take my cock in your slutty little mouth if you can handle that.”
Namjoon knelt on the bed behind her and ran a hand over her exposed ass. “This can’t even be classed as clothes. It’s just red bands that cover you up.”
“I bought it just for you Daddy. I knew you’d like it.”
“You look absolutely stunning in it, baby, but since you’ve been acting like a little brat who is just desperate for my cock, isn’t that right?” He said. “Nothing like my good little girl. She’s been replaced by some cock-hungry whore.”
Y/N let out a moan and wiggled her ass, desperate for some friction.
“Count, you needy slut.” He spanked her 10 times, each time she counted and thanked him.
Namjoon looked at his handiwork and smiled. Her ass was all red. “So pretty for me.” He said. “Now, I would rip this off you, but since you’ve just got it, I’m going to let you take it off and not let it get ruined. Because I know for a fact your Sir and Master and Oppa would love to see you in it.”
“Please I need your cock, Daddy.” She said after she’d taken off the lingerie.
“Beg for it. Beg for me to fuck your mouth, even though you don’t deserve it.” Namjoon ordered.
“Please, Daddy. I need your cock to make me into a good girl. I want it in my mouth so bad. I need to taste you.” She begged. “Please.”
“Get on your knees.” Namjoon ordered. He pulled off his shirt and trousers and boxers. He knelt in front of Y/N and cupped her cheek. “Colour, baby?”
“I’m green.” She replied. “I would like a kiss though.”
Namjoon leaned forward and connected their lips. “Good girl.” He said. “Now, suck.” He shoved her head down to his cock. He groaned as her wet mouth engulfed his tip and sucked. “Look up at me.” Their eyes met as he pushed his cock further into her mouth. She gagged slightly before controlling the reflex.
“Such a good girl, taking my entire cock in your mouth.” Namjoon praised. She moaned, the sound vibrating down his shaft. He moved his hips, causing small, wet sounds to come from her throat as he fucked it.
After a few more minutes, he pulled her off. “Lie down.” He ordered. She did so, wiping the spit off her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Colour, baby?”
“Green, Daddy.” Y/N’s voice was slightly scratchy.
“Are you sure, baby? I can be less harsh?” Namjoon wasn’t entirely convinced by Y/N’s answer.
“Is that okay, Joonie? Just wanna be us, nothing else.” Y/N admitted.
Namjoon hummed and settled over her. “Of course we can, baby.” He said, looking down at her lovingly. “Just us.”
“Just us.” Y/N repeated, leaning up to kiss him. Namjoon trailed a hand down her body, fingers brushing over her nipples, causing gasps and small moans to fall from her lips. “Please, please, please.” She pleaded.
Namjoon hushed her as he trailed kisses down her neck. “I’ve got you. It’s okay. I’m going to give you what you want.” He reassured her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He moved his fingers down to her pussy and moved them up and down before pressing two inside of her.
“You’re soaked baby. So ready for me, hm?” He asked.
“Yes, please. I need you.” She said.
“You’ve got me. You have all of me.” Namjoon said, positioning the head of his cock at her entrance.
“Oh, fuck.” She moaned out as he pushed inside. She was tight and warm.
“You feel so good, baby. You always do.” Namjoon said, moving his hips slowly, coaxing small moans out of her every now and then.
“So good, so good.” She moaned, letting out a whine as Namjoon rubbed his thumb over her clit. He moved his head up from her neck to kiss her.
“I know baby. You like feeling good, don’t you?” He asked. Y/N moaned and nodded, getting tigher around her.
“I’m close.” She said.
“I know, baby. So am I.” Namjoon said. He moaned as he felt the knot in his stomach getting tighter. “Cum whenever you want, baby. I’ve got you.”
Y/N moaned and pressed up into his thumb as she let go. Her legs shook and her back arched as moan after moan fell from her pretty lips. Namjoon was close behind, his hips stuttering and eventually stilling as he spilled into her.
“Thank you, Joonie.” She whispered, kissing him gently. He slowly pulled out of her and rolled off her, pulling her close.
“You don’t need to thank me, baby.” He said.
“I love you.”
“I love you too. Now get some sleep, you’ve had a long day.” He said, kissing the top of her forehead. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
AN: This is going to be quite a sensitive chapter, containing topics that could trigger some people. Please proceed with care. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist and what you think of the series so far :) I purple you guys!
“Hyunjin?” Y/N called from her bed. It had been four days since she had been discharged from the hospital into the care of her younger brother and it had been over a week since she had seen her soulmates. Hyunjin had not allowed them to see her as he was convinced they had ulterior motives with her since they had allowed Jackson to kidnap her. He had gone as far to tell the doctors of the hospital that he was not comfortable with any information regarding Y/N’s wellbeing to be shared with them and had stationed Changbin outside the door to stop them entering the hospital room.
“Yes, noona?” Hyunjin popped his head around the door. He was holding a tray with some juk. Y/N wrinkled her nose. The rice porridge was the only thing she had been given to eat since she had come home. It was becoming quite boring.
“You do realise I am allowed to move around, right?” She reminded him, wanting to see something else other than the four walls of her childhood bedroom.
“You do realise you are recovering from major surgery?” Hyunjin raised his eyebrows as he set the tray down on her desk. He leaned against it, one of his legs crossed over the other.
“I’ve got about a week of recovery left. They discharged me for a reason, Hyunnie.”
“I just want to be sure you’re okay, noona. You’ve been through a lot and I’m not entirely sure you’ve fully processed it yet.” Y/N was silent. Yes, there had been nightmares were she was back in that room, tied to the bed while Jackson raped her. But there had also been the dreams that were good. Dreams were she had been spending time with her brother, and with her soulmates. But she knew that she would not be able to have a physical relationship with the boys for a while considering what had happened to her. They would just have to take it slow, which was why she was slightly grateful that Hyunjin wasn’t allowing them to see her. Less chance of a mental breakdown over a hug or a kiss.
It had taken almost a week for Hyunjin to be able to hold her hand and hug her. The first time he had done it she had screamed and cried until the doctor relaxed her with a sedative. But she still longed for her soulmates presence.
“Please, Hyunnie, let me see them.” She pleaded. “You can be there in the room as well as any of the boys you want to be there. I just need to see them.”
Hyunjin sighed and moved over to the bed, sitting down. “I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, noona. What if you have a panic attack over them trying to kiss you?”
“I have you here to calm me down, don’t I?” Y/N reminded him. “And besides, I’ll do my management techniques that my therapist taught me. He can’t hurt me anymore. I just need to remember that.”
Hyunjin leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Okay. Fine. You text them and tell them to come over in an hour or so and I’ll get Changbin hyung and Chan hyung to come over as well. And maybe Lee Know hyung.”
“Okay, Hyunnie. Thank you.” Y/N smiled at her brother and ruffled his hair. Hyunjin stood up and handed her the food.
“Eat up.” He set the tray on her lap. “I’ll be back in twenty minutes or so to see how you’re getting on.” He left the room, closing the door behind him.
Y/N looked down at the juk and sighed. “Why is it always this?” She whined before beginning to eat.
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An hour later, Y/N was propped up against the headboard of her bed with many pillows surrounding her and one of Hyunjin’s hoodies on.
“Noonaaaa!” Changbin said excitedly as he entered the room followed by Chan and Lee Know.
“Hi, noona!” Lee Know waved as he sat on her desk chair. Chan stood behind him, leaning against the wall.
“Hi, Y/Nie.” He smiled. “Are you feeling better?”
“Yes I am, thank you Chan oppa.” Y/N replied. “How’s being idols now?”
“It’s good.” Lee Know said. “Fun.”
“That’s good.” Y/N said. “I’ve listened to your guys stuff, it’s really good.”
“Thank you.” Changbin said. He was sat on Y/N’s windowsill seat where she used to sit and read when she was younger.
There was a comfortable silence for a while before Y/N heard several sets of footsteps on the stairs.
“They’re here!” She exclaimed excitedly. Hyunjin walked into her room, shutting the door behind him. She frowned at him and tilted her head.
“Are you completely sure you can handle this?” He asked.
“Yes, Hyunjin. I’m sure. And if I need you, you’re next door. I’ll text you or something.” She reassured him. “So, you four, out. Let me see my boys.”
“If anything happens, anything at all, just let us know. We are right next door.” Hyunjin said as the four of them left the room.
“I know, Hyunnie.” Y/N nodded. She took a deep breath to steady herself and calm herself down. There was a soft knock on the door. She cleared her throat. “Come in.”
“Baby girl!” Her Hobi was there with a huge smile on his face.
“Hobi!” He came into her room and gently made his way over to her. “Where are the rest of you?”
“We’re going to come in one at a time to let you adjust and everything. We want to make you feel as comfortable as possible.” Hoseok explained, kneeling down next to her bed. “How are you?”
Y/N reached out her hand which Hoseok took. She had missed feeling him. “I’m okay. Healing slowly but I’m okay.”
“That’s amazing, baby girl. I’m so proud of you for getting this far.” Hoseok said.
“I missed you.” Y/N felt tears prick her eyes.
“I missed you too, baby girl.” Hoseok’s eyes looked all over her face, softening even more. “Oh, please, don’t cry, baby girl. It’s okay.” Y/N sniffled and grabbed a tissue to wipe her eyes. Hoseok watched her for a few seconds before he spoke again. “Can I hug you?”
He’s not Jackson. Not Jackson. This is Hoseok. Jackson can’t hurt me anymore. She reminded herself.
“Please.” She said. Hoseok stood up and climbed onto her bed, pulling her into his arms.
“There we go.” He said as he maneuvered them gently into a comfortable position. Y/N burst into tears again having missed this feeling so much. “It’s okay, baby girl. I’ve got you. I’m here.” He played with her hair and stroked her back.
“I needed this.” She whispered, her voicy croaky from the tears.
“I know, baby girl. I know.” Hoseok’s voice was soft. “I needed this too.”
There was a knock at the door. Y/N looked up from her spot on Hoseok’s chest and saw that Seokjin was stood in the doorway.
“Oh, sweetheart.” His face filled with sympathy when he saw her crying. “What’s wrong?”
“They’re happy tears, Jin oppa.” Y/N sniffled. “I didn’t realise how much I had missed you until I saw you.”
“I missed you too, sweetheart. So much.” Seokjin took hold of her hand and rubbed the back of it. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m okay.” Y/N said. “I’m not a hundred percent where I was before yet, but I’m getting there.”
“I’m so glad you’re okay.” Jin said. “Can I join the cuddle?” Y/N nodded and Hoseok lifted her up slightly and rolled onto his back so Jin could lie next to them. He then placed her on both of their chests so she was lying kind of in between them on her side with Hobi behind her and Jin in front of her. They were both holding hands on her hip.
“Hi,” Y/N whispered. She was quite close to Jin’s face.
“Hi sweetheart.” Jin said reaching up to push some hair out of her face. “You’re so beautiful.”
“You are, baby girl.” Hoseok agreed. Y/N blushed and hid her face in Jin’s shoulder, causing the pair of them to chuckle.
“You definitely are the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen, baby.” Came a voice from the door.
“Joonie oppa?” She lifted her head up and saw Namjoon stood with a huge smile on his face, showing his dimples.
“Hello, beautiful baby. How have you been?” Namjoon stood awkwardly by the edge of the bed not really sure what to do.
“I’ve been better, if I’m being totally honest. But I’m getting there.” Y/N replied.
“That’s good, baby. We will all help you get to where you need to be.” Joon said.
“Join the cuddle!” Hoseok said happily.
“Ok, hyungs move up and go on your sides.” Namjoon instructed. “And then I’m gonna lie in the middle with our pretty little baby in my arms because I’ve missed her so much.”
“I missed you too.” Y/N smiled, moving to let Namjoon lie down. Once he was comfortable she carefully laid down on top of him. She had gotten her stitches out and the wound had healed but it still hurt a little bit if she moved too quickly, and she still had the fear she would somehow rip it open.
“Cuddles without me?” Jimin’s voice rang across the room. Y/N could picture the pout on his face. She looked over at him. Yup, there it was.
“You’re cute, Jiminie.” Y/N cooed, making him smile at her.
“Not as cute as you, though.”
Y/N opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by the others agreeing with him and not allowing her to say otherwise.
“Are you okay? I was so scared.” Jimin asked, crawling onto the bed and lying next to her on top of Hoseok, who let out a small grunt when Jimin flopped onto him.
“I’m okay. Getting better, Min. I’m not completely there yet, but I will be.” Y/N promised, making Jimin nod in understanding. He reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist.
“I’m glad you’re back in my arms, princess.” He said softly.
“I’m glad too, Min.” Y/N said, staring into his eyes.
“Baby bear!” Taehyung exclaimed, bounding into the room.
“TaeTae!” Y/N smiled, sitting up, her legs on either side of Namjoon’s stomach. She opened her arms and made grabby hands at him. Tae climbed on Jin and hugged Y/N tight. She heard him inhale deeply on the top of her head.
“You’re okay. That’s so good. I’m proud.” Taehyung said, his deep voice rumbling through Y/N’s body.
“Yeah, I’m getting there. Still a bit jumpy.” Y/N explained, making Tae hum in understanding.
“I get that, darling. I understand.” Tae said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. He froze. “I’m sorry if that was too far.”
“It’s fine, Tae. Honestly. It’s okay. I’m okay.” Y/N reassured him. He pulled away and looked her in the eye to make sure she was comfortable.
“Okay, baby bear. Okay.” Taehyung settled down on top of Jin, who groaned as he shifted his weight along Jin’s stomach.
“Tae, I love you, but ow.” Jin complained.
“Love you too, hyung.” Tae leaned up and kissed Jin’s lips. “Yoongi hyung said to let you know that he thought it would be best if he and Jungkook were alone with Y/N.”
“Why?” Y/N was confused. She tilted her head to side and glanced at the boys in front of her.
“It’s easier to let him explain, baby.” Namjoon said, sitting up. Y/N slid into his lap.
“Is it bad?” Y/N chewed on her lip.
“It’s okay, baby girl. They’re both okay. They just both really, really missed you.” Hoseok replied, reassuring her.
Taehyung and Jimin clambered off the bed after sandwiching her between kisses to her cheeks. Jin followed with a kiss to the top of her head, with Hobi close on his heels, leaving a kiss to Y/N’s nose.
“It will be okay, baby. I promise. Some things happened while you were gone, which they want to talk to you about. But I promise you, it’s okay.” Namjoon said. Y/N nodded and got off Namjoon’s lap.
He kissed her forehead after he got off the bed. “I’ll see you later?”
“Of course, baby.” He said. “We’ll all go home and watch a movie or something.”
“Okay.” Y/N nodded, watching Namjoon’s retreating figure make his way out of the room and into the hallway.
“Jagiya? Can I come in?” At the sound of his voice, Y/N eyes filled with tears. She had missed all of the boys, but Yoongi was her first soulmate. They had a special connection that none of the others had.
“Yoonie.” Her voice cracked as she spoke. She got up from the bed and ran into his arms.
“Jagi. Oh, my God. Y/N.” Yoongi murmured into her hair, walking them into the room. “You’re okay. You’re okay.”
“I’m okay.” Y/N confirmed. “Still a bit jumpy at certain things and have slight PTSD, but I’m okay.”
“That’s okay, jagiya. Fucking hell I missed you.” He pulled away and studied her face. “You’ve gotten even more beautiful.” He whispered, a hand coming up to cup her cheek. “So pretty.”
“I missed you, Yoon.” Y/N said, rubbing his shoulder.
“I missed you more.” He said. Y/N looked up at him, taking in his cat-like eyes that pierced into her soul every time they looked at each other. His eyes dipped down to her lips. He paused and cleared his throat. “Can I…?”
Y/N hesitated. Jackson had never actually kissed her the entire time she was there, so she should be fine. And she wanted him to. That meant something, surely. Her body was telling her to, so she would be fine.
“Yes.” She breathed. Yoongi leaned down and connected their lips together.
Y/N waited with baited breath, unsure of what was about to happen.
And then she felt it.
The fireworks.
Sparking and bursting inside her stomach. She smiled into the kiss, her hands coming up to curl into the hairs at the base of Yoongi’s neck.
They both pulled away breathless. Yoongi was smiling lovingly at her, trying to catch his breath.
“Fuck.” He murmured, a hand stroking her cheek. “Okay.” He cleared his throat. “There’s something you need to know.”
“What do you mean?” Y/N’s heart filled with dread. “What happened?” Yoongi was silent, looking down at his fingers. “Yoongi. Tell me.” She demanded.
“The night you were taken something happened between me and Jungkook.” He began. Y/N’s heart stopped. Had they broken up? Had Jungkook left them?
“Where is he?” She asked, needing to see him. “Is everything okay?”
“It’s not good, jagiya.” Yoongi had tears in his eyes. “He-” His breath hitched in his throat and he started to cry. “It’s all my fault.”
“What’s your fault? What happened?” Y/N asked, wrapping her arms around him. “Yoongi? Where is he? You’re scaring me.” Yoongi buried his head in her shoulder and kept saying he was sorry. “Yoongi, love, please tell me what happened.”
Yoongi took a deep breath to calm himself. “The night you were taken, Jungkook and I got into an argument. I told him that Jackson taking you was his fault and that caused him to hurt himself.”
“Fuck.” Y/N was shocked. She never thought Yoongi would be like that. “Why would you say that to him?”
“I was upset and angry and scared and I wasn’t in my right mind.” Yoongi explained. “I thought you were going to die. You said you would kill yourself if he ever took you again and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to live without you.”
“Yoongi…” Y/N was still slightly angry at him for exploding at Jungkook like that, but she could understand where he was coming from. “I’m okay. I’m here. Just please, don’t ever do that again. Stuff like that it’s… damaging.”
“I know. There’s only two things I regret in my life. Hurting him like that and allowing Jackson to get close to you.” Yoongi said.
“I want to see him.” She said. Yoongi nodded and left the room for a second, returning with a scared looking Jungkook.
“Koo.” Y/N breathed a sigh of relief and ran into his arms. He let out a breath of surprise before hugging her back.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He kept repeating. Y/N felt her heart break. While she had gone through something horrible, it was clear Jungkook had too. And she knew that it would take some time for both of them to get through it, but at least they had each other.
AN: This is going to be quite a sensitive chapter, containing topics that could trigger some people. Please proceed with care. This one is shorter, I think because I didn’t want to make it too triggering. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist and what you think of the series so far :) I purple you guys!
The sound of wheels squeaking against linoleum floor, and the tapping of shoes filled Y/N’s ears. She opened her eyes, squinting at the harsh bright lights that surrounded her. She did not know where she was or what had happened, but she knew she was away from him. The last thing she could remember was the sound of sirens and flashing blue and red lights. That was when he had tried to strangle her, saying that if he couldn’t have her then no one could. She had passed out before the police had broken down the door and arrested him.
She had no energy to stay awake. Her body was so tired and weak from all the trauma she had been through. She was drained. Her eyes closed again as a beep flooded the air, indicating that elevator doors had been opened.
She awoke again to a nurse checking her IV. “Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling?” She asked. She handed Y/N a pad of paper with a pen. “You’re going to have to write for now, your vocal chords were damaged.” She explained when Y/N frowned at the paper and pen in front of her in confusion.
The nurse moved her bed to a seating position. “Is anything hurting?” Yes, everything hurt. She had bruises and cuts everywhere. In between her legs ached horribly, a throbbing pain that never went away, no matter how she positioned herself.
‘Everything,’Y/N wrote down. The nurse smiled sympathetically and gently touched her hand.
“I can up your dosage on pain meds a little bit.” The nurse said, looking at the amount of pain medication was being inserted by her IV drip. “But unfortunately that is all I can do until the police arrive.”
‘Police?’Y/N wrote down.
“They need to collect the evidence, so that includes DNA samples and any other evidence we find when we do your rape kit.” The nurse explained. Y/N swallowed thickly, glancing down at her bare arms that were covered in fingernail-shaped scratches and bruises. She felt disgusted and violated.
The door to her room opened, revealing a nice-looking female doctor. “Hello, I am Doctor Wilson and I will be your doctor for today.” She greeted, flashing a warming smile. Y/N nodded, flashing a brief smile. “Okay, so we are going to start your rape kit soon, and it is important that you consent to each and every step okay? Since you cannot give a verbal answer, we will need you to write down your consent whenever we ask. And it is also important for you to know that if you need to pause or do not feel comfortable at any time, you can stop the kit. Do you consent to starting this kit?” She asked.
Y/N picked up the pen and wrote her consent. She wanted to get Jackson sent away forever. She paused before turning the paper around to face the doctor. Doctor Wilson nodded.
“Just to make everything more comfortable here, it will just be you, me and Nurse Dawn, okay?” Y/N nodded.
“Okay, so if you could please stand on this large sheet of paper and take off all of your clothes.” Doctor Wilson instructed. Dawn helped Y/N off of the bed and helped her stand on the sheet.
Y/N wasn’t wearing much. Just a silky, short dress and some panties. She was barefoot. She slid off the dress and panties, not wanting to look down at her bruised and broken body. Doctor Wilson collected the clothes and put them into a large plastic bag labelled evidence. She set it down on a table in front of her that had many different tubes and swabs and bags. There was also a camera.
“Okay, now we’re going to take pictures of all the bruises and cuts and other physical evidences you have on your body. Is that okay with you?” Doctor Wilson asked. Nurse Dawn handed Y/N the pad and pen. Y/N picked up the pen, realising then how shaky she was. ‘What if he finds out?’ she wrote.
“I promise you from what I can see physically on you, he will be sent away for a very long time, and if he gets released, then there will be a restraining order, so he will never be able to harm you again.” Doctor Wilson said gently. “Do you consent to the next step?” Y/N wrote down a yes and Nurse Dawn picked up the camera and began to document the physical evidence on her body.
Every so often a sympathetic sigh would fall from the nurse’s lips as she saw just how much the poor thing had been through. After about ten minutes, but what had felt like years to Y/N, Nurse Dawn set down the camera and handed Y/N two pills.
“Now we are going to put these into your IV. They are to prevent any STI’s that may have been transmitted. We are also going to take some blood and urine tests to see if there are any STI’s that cannot be cured by these pills.” Doctor Wilson explained. Y/N nodded and allowed Nurse Dawn to crush up the medicines and dissolve it in some distilled water before injecting it into her IV.
Swabs were taken and then Y/N was dressed in a hospital gown. “You will also have to undergo some surgery.” Doctor Wilson added. “Your abdomen is distended, so we need to take care of that. We will do that after the blood tests and urine tests as you will be completely decontaminated before surgery, which is why we prioritised the rape kit first.”
Y/N glanced over at the various swabs and bags that had been collected. If all of this was being used as evidence, Jackson was definitely going to jail, which allowed her to relax slightly.
The only issue was her soulmates. Would they see her the same way, or would they think of her as some dirty slut who would just sleep with whatever man was available? That would explain why they hadn’t shown up yet. The female police officer who had escorted her here had told her that they were contacted as soon as she was found. So where were they?
She didn’t even feel the sting of the needle as blood was taken out of her. “Okay, sweetheart, let’s take you to the toilet and get that urine sample and then we can fix your abdomen up.” Nurse Dawn helped Y/N up, who winced at the pain in her stomach. “I’m sorry, love.” The nurse apologised, helping her over to the adjoining bathroom. “There we go.” She helped her sit down and do the urine sample.
While they were in the toilet, Y/N heard heavy footsteps and the door to the room swing open. Whoever it was sounded like they had a purpose and were annoyed.
“Where is she? Is she okay? You keep us out of the loop for four hours. Is she okay?” Y/N knew that voice. That voice that would softly slow rap or sing her to sleep. Yoongi. Her Yoongi. He was here. “Why is there a camera in here? What are all these bags?” Y/N quickly stood up wanting to be back in his arms. The sudden movement hurt her, causing her to cry out. “Jagiya?” The footsteps came closer to the toilet and the door swung open.
Yoongi looked awful, like he hadn’t properly eaten or slept since she had been gone. “Baby, you’re alive. Thank God.” He pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her head. He pulled away, looking at her. “What happened to you?”
“I think it would be best if you sat down for this, sir.” Nurse Dawn said softly. Yoongi helped Y/N back to bed as Nurse Dawn handed her the pad of paper. Doctor Wilson had left to go and prep for surgery. “There is extensive swelling to her vocal cords which we are hoping will go down during surgery, so she has to write everything down.”
“I swear I’m going to kill that motherfucker for hurting you.” Yoongi vowed, settling down in a chair next to her bed. “What did he do?”
Y/N paused for a second. She didn’t know whether Yoongi would be able to handle everything that had happened to her.
‘Are you sure you can handle all of it? The whole story? There is a lot…’ Y/N wrote down. Yoongi nodded.
‘Okay… The first day he kidnapped me, he beat me with his belt and then he was about to…’ She set down the pen, not wanting to write the word.
“He was about to what, jagiya?” Yoongi asked, gently coaxing her to continue.
‘… rape me and then Jimin called. He then began to do things to me while he was talking to you and then he hit me with his belt again, but this time with the buckle. Then the next few days he would hit me and continue to rape me and then spray me with a hose saying he needed to cleanse me from you seven. And then the day I was found, he was going to invite his perverted friends over and let them all have a go with me, but I didn’t want that so I tried to fight back. I told him I hated him and that no matter what he did to me, my heart would always belong to you seven, and that was when he tried to kill me. He strangled me and said that if he couldn’t have me then no one could. I was so scared.’ She set down the pen, tears rolling down her face.
“You’re safe, jagiya. You’re safe now. I promise he is never going to hurt you again.” Yoongi took hold of her hand and kissed the back of it.
‘I feel so dirty.’ Y/N wrote. Yoongi’s eyes softened.
“You could never be dirty because of this to me, Joonie, Jin, Hobi, Jiminie, Tae or Kookie. This is not your fault, okay? And it never will be.” He rubbed the back of her hand.
“I’m sorry to interrupt.” Doctor Wilson was stood at the door. “We need to prep Y/N for surgery, sir, so if you wouldn’t mind leaving. I will be there to update you when she is done on how it went and what her recovery will be like.”
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Yoongi walked back towards the rest of the boys, feeling a bit better now that he knew Y/N was safe. He nibbled on his thumb nail as he turned the corner towards the waiting room, not wanting to think about the risks of the surgery. Y/N was strong, she would be okay.
Jungkook was the first to stand up. The bandages on his arms were stained with blood even though Yoongi had changed them this morning. The cuts were too deep to heal on their own. He would need stitches.
“Is she okay?” The youngest asked.
“Yes. She’s gone into surgery. She had a distended abdomen, which means there was some internal bleeding around her liver and or spleen, but they are going to correct that. The doctor said it was a fairly easy surgery.” When Yoongi had left Y/N’s room, Doctor Wilson had briefly explained the reason for her surgery and that it was quite a simple one to do if all went well.
“Internal bleeding? But you said she was okay?” Jimin asked.
“Other than the internal bleeding, she is okay. Her vocal cords are swollen from trauma, but she is going to be okay.” Yoongi explained.
“Swollen vocal cords? What happened to her?” Hoseok asked. He and Jimin were cuddled up together on one of the bigger chairs.
“I think you all need to be sat down for this.” Yoongi said, glancing over at Namjoon, who was stood by the window, looking out into the early morning. Namjoon looked over at Yoongi and nodded, sitting down in an empty chair next to Taehyung and Jin. Yoongi sat down in the chair next to Hoseok and Jimin and pulled Jungkook onto his lap.
“Before I say anything, I just want you to know this, Kookie. None of this is your fault, okay. None of us blame you. She does not blame you. please, do not blame yourself. You have done nothing wrong, okay?” Yoongi said, looking at the younger boy on his lap. Jungkook nodded and laid his head on Yoongi’s shoulder.
“What happened to her, hyung? It sounds bad.” Taehyung asked quietly.
Yoongi took a deep breath before he began to explain everything. The rape. The abuse. The attempted murder. As he went on, he watched as each of the member’s faces became more and more shocked and horrified. He hated that he had to put them through this. He hated that any of them had to go through this. But what he hated most was that his Y/N, his jagiya, his soulmate, had to experience everything he recounted first hand with no one there to help her. But she had people now. She had the seven of them who would be with her every step of the way, through the ups and the downs, and the hardships, and the highs and the lows. They would be there with her for every moment of it. They would not let her suffer alone again.
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A light giggle reached Namjoon’s ears as he turned the corner, heading towards the kitchen. A soft smile spread across his face as he thought of the maknaes of the group were playing around with each other as they normally did. They were going in to work today to film their dance practice video for Black Swan, the video for which had come out a few days ago. Y/N was coming with them as well - since the incident with Jackson at the amusement park a few months ago, they were hesitant to leave her alone. She was always with at least one of them since their schedule hadn’t been that busy, but today they were all called in, so she was going with them.
Namjoon paused when he saw the door to the kitchen was left closed. It was never closed - Jin liked having it open so that everyone was able to smell what he was cooking and enter and exit whenever they liked. He claimed it was because the kitchen was the heart of the home, which Namjoon couldn’t really argue with, he knew how much all the members liked to eat, especially the younger ones. Hoseok had had to adapt to eating quickly just so he wouldn’t have his food stolen by the little vultures.
He shrugged, pushing it open. Maybe Jin just wanted some peace and quiet. As the door opened, something cold and wet and sticky poured on his head, making him yell out in surprise. The giggles became louder, turning into full-blown laughs. He could recognize the dulcet tones of Jungkook’s laugh mixed with the deepness of Taehyung’s and the bell-like sounds of Y/N and Jimin’s. He growled under his breath. So the little brats wanted to pull pranks today?
“Come out, you four! I know you’re behind this!” He shouted, making the giggling stop abruptly and four sets of footsteps thunder away, the sound of feet against the wooden floor fading as they got further from him. He rolled his eyes. “Little brats.” He sighed before turning around and going to shower again to get rid of whatever they had dumped on him.
A similar thing happened to Hoseok as he was coming out of his room. Or trying to come out of his room. The handle to his door was tied to the handle of the bathroom opposite. The bathroom that Namjoon happened to be heading towards to shower. Namjoon heard his hyung banging on his bedroom door, yelling to be let out. He frowned when he saw the string connecting the two door handles.
In Namjoon’s opinion, Hoseok was the worst dom to piss off. When he got angry, it was borderline scary, but Namjoon also found it extremely hot. The way Hoseok’s jaw set and his nostrils flared slightly as his eyebrows knitted together made Namjoon feel things.
“Anyone? Let me out!” Hoseok yelled. Namjoon quickly got to work untying the knotted rope, his fingers swiftly unravelling the simple knots.
“Hyung, you can get out now!” Namjoon shouted so Hoseok could hear him. The door opened and Hoseok flew into Namjoon’s arms before he could even say hello.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He said, hugging the younger member tightly. He sniffed and recoiled with a look of disgust. “Why are you all sticky?”
“Someone had booby-trapped the kitchen door and this got poured on me when I walked in.” Namjoon explained. “I suspect it was the same person that tied your door shut.” He theorised. “I was going to go and shower. Want to join?” He offered.
“Only if I can suck your dick.” Hoseok bargained, making Namjoon smile at him, dimples showing. “But first you need to get rid of all of this…” He gestured to the sticky substance covering Namjoon’s head and shoulders. “Whatever it is.”
“Of course I will, sunshine. And I’ll get you off too. I know you can’t wait to have my fingers inside that little ass of yours.” Namjoon flirted. Hoseok was more of a power bottom. He would happily ride Jungkook or Jimin until they were begging him to let them cum, or he would let Namjoon or Yoongi fuck him while the subs were watching, just to show them what they were missing out on if they were being punished.
Before the pair could enter the bathroom, a loud yell echoed throughout the house. They turned around and saw Jin emerging from one of the other bathrooms, his blond hair dripping. Wait, blond?
“Hyung, what happened to your hair?” Namjoon asked, attempting to hide the smile that was threatening to spread on his face.
“One of you brats put hair bleach in my shampoo.” Jin gestured to his hair with a frown on his face, full lips pulling into a pout.
“So that’s three of us who have been pranked today.” Hoseok said. “It’s definitely the maknaes.”
“Is that why you are covered in some sticky brown stuff?” Jin asked, looking at Namjoon distastefully.
“Yup. And also why I got locked in my room this morning.” Hoseok added. “And no, Jimin wasn’t there when I woke up.” Since Jimin and Hoseok shared a room, they were the ones who usually slept next to each other and cuddled together on most nights. Sometimes Taehyung would join in if Yoongi was in the studio, perfecting his songs.
“When I get my hands on them…” Jin shook his fist as he walked into his and Yoongi’s room, probably to complain to his roommate after waking him up.
“Now, where were you?” Namjoon pulled Hoseok in by the waist and locked their lips together, kicking the bathroom door shut behind them.
After a refreshing shower and some much needed venting, the eldest members of the group were waiting in the van. Yoongi checked the time on his watch and sighed.
“If they don’t hurry up, let’s just leave without them.” He said. “Otherwise we’ll all be late.”
“We’ll give them five more minutes.” Namjoon said, not wanting to get just the youngest ones into trouble. About three minutes later, Jungkook came running to the car, his face full of terror.
“Kookie, what’s wrong?” Hoseok asked, pulling the scared boy onto his lap.
“I-It’s Y/N, we can’t find her!” He said, looking up at Hoseok, his doe eyes wide and pleading. “We have to find her! What if Jackson got her?!”
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. We’ll find her!” Hoseok said, wiping the tears off Jungkook’s cheeks with his thumb. Yoongi was already hurtling out the car, yelling Y/N’s name. Fear was coursing through his veins at the thought of his jagiya being taken by that horrible excuse of a human being. For all he knew, she could be tied up in his basement somewhere while he raped her and abused her. He shivered at the thought.
“Y/N!!” He yelled, bursting through the door. “Come out, jagiya, please!” He begged.
Little did he know that Y/N and Taehyung were hidden in one of the bathrooms, hands cupping their mouths to suppress your giggles. She did feel a little bad about pulling this prank, but this was something that she needed to forget and sometimes the best way to forget something is to make it into something funny so that you only have positive memories of it. It was also extremely unlikely that it would happen to her anyway. There was no way Jackson would ever be able to get to her, not with the increased security the boys had arranged since the Disney incident.
“Y/N, please!” Yoongi yelled, his voice cracking again. Y/N felt a pang in her heart, feeling slightly guilty.
“I don’t think this is such a good idea.” She whispered to Taehyung.
“Let’s just walk out of here and pretend we know nothing about the prank.” Taehyung suggested. “That way he won’t get too mad.”
“Okay.” She nodded. “But I want a kiss.” Taehyung smirked and leaned down connecting their lips, nipping at her bottom lip and licking at her mouth. She groaned as memories of the night before filled her mind. Her and Taehyung had finally made love to each other and it was perfect. He was perfect. He felt amazing and had made her feel like the only girl in the world.
He placed a few more kisses to her lips before taking hold of her hand. “Come on, before we get in trouble.” He said, pulling her out of the bathroom. They still had plans to drop all honorifics once they got to the studio, so there were still chances to prank, but this one just didn’t feel right.
“Where have you been?” Yoongi engulfed Y/N into a hug as soon as he caught sight of her. “I thought he had got you again.” Y/N felt tears wetting her shoulder. They had gone too far.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you.” She apologized, rubbing Yoongi’s back up and down. “I’m so sorry.”
Yoongi sniffled in her neck, holding her tighter. Taehyung had gone down to the van to let everyone know that she had been found. “I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if he had got you. Especially since you said you wouldn’t be able to survive it this time. I wouldn’t have been able to go on knowing that you were going to kill yourself.”
“Yoon, I promise you, he’s not going to find me. There is so much security it’s impossible for him to even look at me for longer than one second without being taken away.” She reassured him. “Please, don’t cry. I’m here. I’m okay.”
“I love you so much.” Yoongi whispered, kissing her neck gently. “I love you so much that I would not be able to survive without you.”
“I know, Yoongi. I know. I love you too. So much.” Y/N said, running her fingers through his hair. “Please stop crying.” She lifted his head and wiped away the tears falling from his eyes. He leaned into her hands, his blond hair tickling the tips of her fingers. His eyes were puffy and filled with sadness. “See, I’m okay.”
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“I am your hyung, you little brat!” Jin yelled at Jungkook, who had refused to call him hyung the entire time they were at dance practice. “I am older than you.” Jungkook’s lips spread into a small bunny smile as a light giggle tumbled out. “Aish, you’re so getting punished later. Wait until your other hyungs hear about this.”
“Jimin hyung!” Jungkook called out, trying to dodge Jin’s ensnaring arms. “Help!”
“What are you doing to the poor maknae, Seokjin?” Jimin asked, cocking his head to the side slightly.
“Not you too.” Jin sighed. He looked over to where Yoongi and Hoseok were rehearsing their part of the dance, letting his eyes move over to where Namjoon was cuddled up with Y/N and Taehyung, who had their hands joined on his chest. “Both of you are such brats. I’m in half a mind to bend you both over right now and spank you until you can’t sit down.” He hissed. There was no staff in the room since it was their lunch break and all the cameras were off so he could get away with it.
“I wouldn’t complain if you did.” Jimin shrugged, letting his masochistic side show.
“Ever the little masochist, hmm, Jimin-ah.” Jin observed, reaching up and tugging on Jimin’s hair, causing a quiet moan to fall from the younger’s lips. “Go eat, you two. I’ll deal with you both later.” He said, sending them away with harsh swats on their asses.
The pair walked over to where Namjoon, Taehyung and Y/N had received the food they had ordered, with Jin following a few seconds later.
“Yoongi, Seokie, come on, lunch!” Taehyung yelled, catching the attention of the two who were rehearsing. They glanced at each other before coming over, Yoongi pulling Y/N onto his lap as he sat down and Hoseok grabbing Taehyung.
“Now, baby boy.” Hoseok said. “Is there any reason you didn’t call us hyung?” He asked, his voice low and menacing. Taehyung shrugged and ate some noodles, not answering Hoseok properly. He and Yoongi shared a glance, silently confirming that Taehyung would be being punished later.
“Joon, can you pass me the kimchi please?” Y/N asked, making Namjoon narrow his eyes slightly as he passed the box of kimchi to her. It was then Jin sighed.
“We have four bratty subs today.” Jin said. “Maybe we should do something about it.”
“Hmm, maybe.” Yoongi said, stroking his hand up Y/N’s bare thigh under her skirt. “Or maybe we should leave them in suspense until we get back.” His hand ghosted over the front of her panties before pulling away, making her let out a shaky breath.
“I like that idea.” Hoseok said, sliding his hand into Taehyung’s pants, making the younger boy toss his head back and cry out. “Get them all worked up and then leave them like that. Poor babies might be hard during the filming. Imagine what ARMY would think, seeing their maknaes all hard and on show.” He pushed down the hem of Taehyung’s trousers and pulled out his cock that was already hard.
“Oh look he’s dripping already. How pathetic.” Namjoon sighed as he moved Jungkook’s hips over his thigh, causing the youngest to moan out every so often, his toes curling as he straddled his hyung. Taehyung whimpered as Hoseok pressed his thumb down on the head of his dick.
“I think we should edge them for a bit.” Jin suggested, turning Jimin onto his front and pulling down his sweatpants so his ass was on show. “No underwear? Such a little slut.” He said, spanking Jimin. The younger let out a moan at the contact, his nails scrabbling on the wooden floor. Jin frowned as he caught sight of some pink plastic nestled between his ass cheeks. “Oh, what’s this.” He pulled Jimin’s cheeks apart, revealing the plug he had in his ass. “Oh, was a certain baby playing with himself without our permission?”
“He definitely deserves spanks, Jin hyung.” Yoongi spoke up, his fingers moving in and out of Y/N’s pussy steadily. Every so often she would clench around him or attempt to close her legs which were held open by his arms. “Okay, lie down, I’m eating you out.” He said, allowing Y/N to reposition herself. Yoongi got himself comfy between her legs before he dove in, sucking and licking as much as he could. Y/N moaned out, making him smirk as he sucked her clit and dragged his teeth over it.
“Yoongi, oh my god.” She cried out, her hands knotting in his hair.
“Fuck, baby girl, you look so pretty.” Hoseok crooned, speeding up his movements on Taehyung’s cock. The boy was letting out high pitched whines at the friction and pressure, his hips twisting and turning as a result of the pleasure. “But you know that is not his name, hmm?”
“Master please.” The girl begged. Yoongi chuckled, his fingers brushing over the base of the plug he had pushed inside her that morning after he had fucked her ass.
“I need to fuck her. Let’s just fuck them.” Yoongi groaned, resting his forehead on Y/N’s abdomen.
“Okay.” Namjoon agreed. “Hobi hyung, give me Tae and then you can give Koo here the ride of his life.” Hoseok handed over Taehyung in exchange for the maknae, immediately pulling down his pants and jerking him off a bit.
“You know what, Jiminie, I think I’m going to ride you as well. That little ass doesn’t deserve to be fucked, hmm?” Jin chided the younger boy, flipping him over so he was lying on his back. Jin bit back a fond smile at how pretty Jimin looked, cheeks flushed red and eyes unfocused.
“No, hyung, please, I…” Jimin looked up at Jin with pleading, shining eyes.
“You what, slut?” Jin asked, tugging at Jimin’s nipples, pinching the darker skin between his thumb and finger. Jimin whined, his hips bucking up, earning a swat on his inner thigh. “I didn’t say you could move.”
“’M sorry, hyungie, jus’ wanna be filled.” Jimin begged. “Please, wan’ feel your big cock.”
“Hmm, I don’t know, Jimin, I think your ass is filled plenty.” Jin said, fingers trailing down to twist the base of the plug and begin thrusting it out of Jimin’s hole.
“Please, please, please.” Jimin begged, pouting.
“Fine. But only because you asked so nicely.” Jin obliged, tugging the plug out of Jimin’s ass, realizing how big it was. “You managed to fit all of this inside you with your little fingers stretching you out.” The plug was quite thick - one of the thickest Jin had ever seen. Jimin nodded, but Jin narrowed his eyes, not believing him. “Who helped you?” He asked. Jimin whined, pushing his hips down to let Jin’s tip breach his hole. “No, no cock until you tell us.” He said. The other doms were now watching the pair intrigued, knowing that their sub would have to be punished also if they were involved.
“Was TaeTae.” Jimin whispered.
“Ah, so our little baby helped stretch you out.” Jin said, glancing over at Taehyung who had paled slightly.
“Minnie, we promised no snitching!” Taehyung whined. “You, me and Kookie.”
“So Jungkook was also involved.” Namjoon sighed. “You know, we were going to go a bit easier on you, but since you three decided to break two rules instead of one, you’re definitely not cumming. At least not until the rest of us have. And you three know how much stamina I have.” Namjoon wrapped a hand around Taehyung’s throat and squeezed gently, making the younger boy moan out.
“Looks like our baby girl is the only good one.” Hobi smiled, stroking Y/N’s cheek as Yoongi gently pulled her plug out. “Did she also…?” He trailed off, but Yoongi shook his head with a small laugh.
“No, we’ve been prepping her for a while now and I fucked her ass this morning. She loved it, didn’t you jagiya?” Yoongi said softly. Y/N nodded, gasping when she felt Yoongi’s fingers inside her, spreading the lube. “So sensitive.”
“What about the other three?” Hoseok asked, hissing as he pushed another finger into himself.
“Have they all got plugs in?” Jin asked, positioning Jimin so his ass was stuck up in the air. Hoseok shrugged and pulled down Jungkook’s sweatpants, clicking his tongue when he saw the flared base.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Hoseok pulled it out, showing it to everyone else. “Looks like some of our subs have been having a lot of fun without us.”
“Tae baby has one too.” Namjoon announced. “Naughty boys.” He said, smacking Tae’s ass, watching as the flesh jiggled and started to turn red. “Pass me the lube, hyung.” He held out a hand and caught the bottle, squirting it all over his cock and Taehyung’s hole. “I’m not going easy on you, pup.” He warned before pushing in, making Tae cry out.
The sound of skin slapping and moaning filled the room as all the subs were fucked. Y/N was the first to cum, not used to the feeling of being fucked in the ass just yet, but Yoongi coaxed her through it with gentle rubs on her clit. He was soon to follow, pulling out of her after he came and praising her as he kissed and hugged her. Hoseok was next, his cum painting Jungkook’s tanned abs in white streaks, making the younger moan again. Hoseok collected some of the cum and pushed his fingers into Jungkook’s mouth. Jin was next and eventually Namjoon.
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Y/N hummed as she curled up on Jungkook’s lap. She had decided to stay and keep him company as he worked on his new song that was going to be released for Festa.
“Are you feeling sleepy?” Jungkook asked, stroking her side.
“Just a little.” She admitted, resting her head on his shoulder. Jungkook hummed and took hold of her hand. She traced the tattoos on his hand. He had gotten her initials tattooed on his thumb, just above his wrist and his 0613 tattoo. “It’s me.” She said softly, taking hold of his hand and holding it in front of her face. “And TaeTae, and Joonie, and Jinnie, and Minnie, and Hobi, and Yoonie.” She traced each of the letters across his knuckles.
“You have a thing for tattoos, don’t you?” Jungkook said as he clicked on some buttons. It was hard for him to do all this one-handed, but he was happy that she was happy.
“I have a thing for your tattoos.” Y/N corrected, pushing up his hoodie sleeve and tracing his other tattoos. She yawned, resting her head on his shoulder and dropping his hand onto her lap.
“If you’re tired gorgeous, you can go home. I can call our manager to drop you off.” Jungkook suggested.
“Don’t want to leave you though.” She pouted, making Jungkook chuckle. “You’ll be lonely.”
“Yes, but it will only be for a little bit. I will be an hour tops and then I will come home and we can cuddle all night.” He said. “You can go if you want to. I just don’t want you to fall asleep here and hurt your neck or back from not having a proper bed. Look, I’ll call manager Sejin and get him to drive you back to the dorm, okay?”
“Okay.” Y/N agreed. She was really tired, especially from all that they had done during the day. Although, she was proud to admit she had learned the choreography to Black Swan through Jimin’s teaching. “Can I have your hoodie?” She asked, sliding off Jungkook’s lap.
“Of course you can.” Jungkook slipped off his hoodie, leaving him in a white tshirt. Y/N stared at his tattoo sleeve, hands itching to trace each tattoo. There were still a few gaps where the tattoo wasn’t completely finished, but Y/N loved it.
“Thank you.” She pulled his hoodie on, inhaling the scent of his perfume as well as his fabric softner. She was about to leave, when Jungkook cleared his throat.
“Excuse me, but I think you are forgetting something.” He tapped his lips. Y/N leaned down and kissed him gently. “I love you, gorgeous.” He said once they pulled away.
“I love you too, KooKoo.” She replied. “I’ll see you at home. I’ll be waiting for my cuddles.” She said. Jungkook chuckled as she left, her trainers making a tapping sound against the floor. He looked down and saw she had left her phone. He debated chasing after her for a second, but decided against it, knowing he would see her again at the dorm so would give it to her then. Little did he know, that this would be one of the biggest mistakes in his life.
Y/N hummed to herself as she walked down to the lobby of the BigHit building to wait for Sejin. She went to busy herself with her phone, but when she reached into her pocket, she realized it was still in the Golden Closet. Before she could go back to Jungkook to grab it, she heard someone say her name.
“Miss Y/N? Sejin-ssi sent me to pick you up and bring you back to the dorm.” A man dressed in all black said. He was wearing a black mask, so Y/N couldn’t see his face very well, but his eyes and voice seemed to ring a bell. She brushed it off, thinking it was just one of the employees who Sejin was very close with.
“Okay, let’s go, shall we?” She smiled, slipping on her mask as she followed him into the parking lot. The man lead her towards a black Mercedes that had tinted windows. It definitely seemed like a manager’s car, but she remembered Jungkook telling her that Sejin drove a Hyundai. She bit her lip, feeling unease settling in her stomach.
“I’ve just realised that I left my phone, is it okay if I run back and grab it quickly?” She asked, knowing that she could run towards the lobby and tell them that there was someone slightly dodgy in the parking lot and then go back to Jungkook.
“No, you can’t. We only have a small amount of time to drop you back before we have somewhere to be.” The man said. Y/N bit the inside of her cheek and nodded.
“O-Okay.” She gulped. She was about to turn on her heel and run back when someone grabbed her around the waist and hauled her into the car. “Help! Someone help!” She screamed as she was pushed into the backseat of the car. Her mask was pulled down by someone next to her. “Let me go, please, let me go.” She cried.
“You know, I forgot how pretty you looked when you cried.” An extremely familiar voice said.
“J-Jackson.” She bit her lip and tried the door handle to see if she could get out.
“Yeah, don’t do that.” Jackson tutted before pressing a wet cloth over her mouth and nose. “I’ve finally got you back, I’m not letting you go again.” Her vision faded to black with the thought that she would never get to see her soulmates ever again.
There was something about the island that was serene, calm, something that was shattered when the 8 of you stepped foot on the sand. What would have been a tranquil quiet morning had turned into the usual chaos.
“Seriously Hyung! Again?” You wake startled to Jungkook shouting at the man currently enclosing you tighter in his arms, ignoring the maknae.
“This is the third night in a row,” Jungkook continues when neither of you reply, he’s angry but there’s more to it, he’s hurt. You try to pry the hands around you away, trying to get your thoughts together after being harshly woken, but Yoongi doesn’t move an inch, only offering you a grumbling “tsk” to your movement.
“Hyung!“ Jungkook yells for his attention. You don’t have to see him to know he’s got his tongue harshly pressed against his cheek in annoyance, you can feel it, just as you can feel his stare that you swore was burning you more than the Sun’s heat.
“Jagi fell in love with me first,” the prince let out smugly, you can feel the smirk on the back of your neck. “I saw her first, we would never have met her if it wasn’t for me.”
“So?” The maknae replies seething, while your jaw drops at the Prince’s audacity.
“So I get Princess whenever I want,” Yoongi chuckles arrogantly.
You nearly choke as Jungkook storms out, leaving Yoongi amused and you stunned.
“Kookie wait!” You call after him but the chains around you called Min Yoongi wouldn’t give.
“Yoongi that was mean,” you scold him lightly, which finally makes him let you go, only to turn you to face him.
He’s so pretty in the mornings, so carefree, it’s hard to hold on to your annoyance when he attacks you like this.
“He woke us up,” is his only reply, as if that justified everything.
“That doesn’t excuse you being mean,” you pout, leaping to the maknae’s defence. “This is the last time you convince me to sleep next to you.”
“Tough, you’re sleeping next to me tonight too,” he states confidently, completely disregarding your statement.
His behaviour was giving you multiple cases of whiplash, and it was too early in the morning for so many.
“Yoongi, that’s not fair.”
He sighs, the self-assured attitude melting away to reveal his vulnerability, the change makes you still. He has a soft look in his eyes as he gazes into yours, but there was an intense sentiment behind them that takes your breath away.
“Y/n, I thought I was going to lose you forever,” he admits quietly, the heaviness of his tone making your heart ache. “I still have nightmares Jagi, I still wake up believing we didn’t make it out.”
Your eyes tear up, you had those dreams too. Worse ones sometimes, your father dragging him to the guillotine with the others lined behind him while you scream, restrained by his guards. You shiver at the reminder of those horrible images.
“The only thing that convinces me we did is waking up to you in my arms,” he looks down at your fingers, playing with him softly to distract himself. He wasn’t one to wear his heart on his sleeve, but he’d let you see it.
“Yoongi talk to them,” you sigh, understanding his point, but you had six others to also think about, and you knew in the long term this would cause a rift. “They’ll understand…”
He kisses your hand softly, contemplating your point even if he looked like he was ignoring it.
“Not yet,” he hums, “I want to keep you to myself a little longer.”
The smirk he gives you makes you gulp, your skin starting to burn under the new dangerous glint in his eyes. You fight the pleasant shiver that travelled down your body, biting your lip to stop yourself smiling.
“The bed’s big enough for someone else to join us, you can’t keep hogging me,” you shake your head, laughing lightly at the way his gummy smile grew.
“Fine, on one condition,” he grins, leaning in, his eyes drawn to your lips before looking at you suggestively. “Admit you love me the most.”
Your jaw drops for the umpteenth time that day.
“Min Yoongi what’s gotten into you this morning?”
“I’m happy,” he breathes against your lips with a sincere smile.
The sight has your heart flying, unable to control your own bashful grin that he starts kissing. He kisses the corner of your mouth, your cheek, your jaw, loving the sound of you giggling at his ministrations, holding you closer.
“I fell in love with you the moment I met you Y/n,” he mumbles against your skin, his nose nudging your jaw with affection before his eyes meet yours. He’d tell you it a million times. “You’re the reason I’m free.”
His heartfelt confession made the words of love you wanted to return get stuck in your throat behind the rising emotion. You kiss him again instead, slowly, deeply, making sure he understood how you felt for him too.
“Am I interrupting?”
Yoongi groans when you pull away, turning to see Namjoon leaning on the doorway with a knowing smirk.
“Yes,” Yoongi grunts, trying to pull you back.
“Morning Joonie,” you greet him much to the Prince’s dismay. Well that was his morning ruined.
“Morning Princess,” Namjoon says softly, walking up to you both to kiss your forehead before sitting next to you, playing with your hair.
“Let me guess,” Yoongi huffed. “The maknae had some complaints.”
For a second he thinks Joon didn’t hear him, not with the way he was staring down at you fondly, dimple peeking out of his cheek. Yoongi rolls his eyes at the way you’re grinning back. All the reservation your head bodyguard, or ex bodyguard he supposed, had about his affection for you had disappeared the second you both confessed. It was as if the proverbial dam broke, and Namjoon’s show of love could no longer be controlled.
I think I preferred it when he denied his feelings, Yoongi thinks to himself but even he knows he doesn’t mean it.
“Hyung you’re upsetting the others,” Namjoon states, not taking his eyes off of you.
“Am I upsetting you?” Yoongi challenges, ready to call out any self serving agendas he might be hiding dressed as concern from the others.
“Is Jungkook okay?” you ask, feeling a pang of guilt for the youngest.
“He’s swimming it off little queen,” Namjoon reassures you, thumb trying to soothe the crease between your brows of worry. “He’ll be fine.”
“Are you both going to start arguing?” You could already feel the atmosphere changing even through the grin Namjoon was wearing.
“Yes.” “No.”
Well that answered that. Yoongi scowled at his younger friend, buttering you up and feeding you white lies, at least he was honest.
You sigh, it was definitely too early for this, and you didn’t want to hear it. You’ve been caught between their little spats before and never ended well. You jump out of bed, using the glares they were both giving each other to your advantage.
“Where are you going?“ they both ask simultaneously, Yoongi propping himself on his elbows to watch you leave.
“To see a friend.”
—
The knocking on the door can only be one person, one very stubborn runaway princess on a mission. There’s a sigh as the door is reluctantly opened, a sheepish grin from you that could only be described as trouble.
“You’re going to get me killed,” Nym says matter of factly, opening the door wide to let you through without complaint.
“I’m not going to get anyone killed,” you reply, already taking a seat though you technically hadn’t been invited to.
“They’re going to realise you’re over here more than you are over there,” they chuckle.
“Because we’re friends,” you pout. “And they know how thankful I am to have you.”
Dammit, you had a way with words, you could convince the stars to stop shining if you wanted it. The journey to the island was a long one, after the first flight on the private plane, there was a long car trip to a helicopter which brought you here. The island was owned by Namjoon and Yoongi under an alias not even you knew about.
“It would get lonely here if I didn’t visit you,” you admit, thinking about how alone you were in your old life and comparing it to now.
This place was an isolated drop of paradise floating in the calmest ocean, the only people living on it were doing so under their command or permission. Two out of a handful of the people lived in this house, Nym, the tech genius who kept the island safe, secure and under the radar for the guys, also your new best friend. And her husband, the getaway driver and pilot, Lee Minho.
“You have seven men ready to lay down their lives for you at your villa,” an eyebrow rises, calling you out completely. “I don’t think lonely is the term you’re looking for.”
“I know, and I love them,” you agree. “But there’s a lot of testosterone…”
Nym laughs, making you laugh too.
“Sure you’re not using me for my tech gifts?”
“Maybe a little,” you tease, not meaning it at all, before getting down to business. “Anything yet?”
“You’re right,” she sighs. “They have been watching her, but no one’s taken her in for questioning as far as I can see.”
You nod, taking the information in.
“And as for contacting her to let her know you’re okay…” Nym hesitate, “I’d hold off for now.”
“I know,” you let out a deep breath, thinking to yourself. “I wouldn’t implicate her, or risk them finding us. I just want Sana safe.”
Your head is hung low, if anything happens to your best friend because of your escapade you’d never forgive yourself. You knew she would be the first place they check, the one to keep an eye on, she must be worried sick… A hand squeezing your shoulder breaks you out of your thoughts, a reassuring smile from your saving grace. Nym could hack into anything, satellite feeds, security cameras, all without leaving a trace. Thank goodness she was working with you and not against you, which begged the question-
“So you haven’t actually told me how the guys recruited you,” you say before realising you might come off a bit rude with your prying. “Not that you have to tell me of course.”
The tech genius shrugs like it was no big deal.
“Yoongi’s uncle wanted to use my skills in the worst kind of way,” Nym admits before clarifying, “the world war kind of way, when I refused I became a fugitive, Namjoon and your prince got me out. A lot of us here are like that, we’re not loyal to a monarchy, just the ones who helped us escape.”
Your jaw drops, that was not what you were expecting at all. Well that was a bombshell.
“Yeah, the crown is corrupt in most places, I’m glad you don’t have to wear yours anymore.”
“Me too,” you agree wholeheartedly, you never wanted that weight on your head again.
—
The afternoon Sun had peaked in the sky when you walked back home, like an alarm blaring. Or maybe that was your guilty conscience making it feel so. The others had strictly laid down the law not to contact anyone from the outside world, and you weren’t stupid, you knew the implication if you did. But this tiny molehill you were hiding would be made into seven big mountains if they ever found out.
You’re so deep in your thoughts you don’t realise you’ve made it to the door, walking through it in a trance. The second you turn to the door to ensure it was closed, arms wrap around you from behind making you jump back to reality.
“You’re spending a lot of time over at their house,” Taehyung states in his signature deep timbre, not needing to elaborate. Soft kisses start at your temple working their way down your face.
“I really like going over there,” you giggle when his nose tickles your neck as he nuzzles himself as close to you as he can.
“I know,” you feel the pout of his lips on your skin. “I’m getting jealous.”
“Jealous?”
“It feels like you’re running away from us,” it’s the little huff that has you biting your lips to stop from laughing but you can’t hold it back.
“I’ve already tried to run away from you guys once,” you can’t help chuckling. “It didn’t go well, I won’t be doing it again.”
“Don’t joke about running away with someone else,” he grumbles, making you both walk to the sofa like huddled penguins, refusing to let you go. “It’s not fair, we’ve escaped to paradise and I see you less than when we were on duty in the castle.”
“Tae we’ve only been here a week,” you need to stop laughing at his behaviour before he got grumpy, but he was so cute like this. He falls back into the sofa, taking you with him with a yelp.
“I don’t care, I’m not letting you go for the rest of the day,” his head is buried again in your neck as if that would cement his statement, legs locking onto yours keeping them in place.
“Okay,” you agree to placate him but he seems to have more on his chest.
“Yoongi Hyung gets you enough,” he starts ranting, head falling back on the sofa as he complains. “I can’t sleep unless I’m hugging you and he doesn’t let me join.”
“You hold Jiminie and Kookie all the time,”
“It’s not the same!” He whines dramatically, starting to fake cry like a child. “Yoongi Hyung is so mean, and you love him more than us.”
He waits for you to correct him, hiding his insecurities through his pretend wailing.
“Taehyung, that’s not true and you know it,” you nudge your head with his, seeing right through his little act. Any other day you might’ve teased him, or pretended to contemplate it, but you knew that Yoongi’s attachment issues were going to cause just that, more issues.
“Prove it,” he doesn’t drop the childish tone. “Stay here with me all day.”
“I said I was going to, you big baby!”
You feel him laugh, his chest shaking with it as he pressed his lips together to stop it coming out.
“Can we nap?” You ask him yawning, “Jungkook woke us up at stupid oclock.”
“And Yoongi hyung kept you up late,” he grumbles, lying you both down.
You ignore the remark sheepishly, settling into his arms as his leg straddles your waist to keep you from leaving as if this were all a cruel ploy to escape him.
Good thing the villa had air conditioning.
—
“Taehyung we’re borrowing Princess for a second!”
Did no one want to let you sleep in peace? Jimin’s loud announcement ripped you from your slumber like a blaring alarm. You hear a grumble of disapproval from behind you, hands trying to keep you in place as Hoseok pulls you out of his hold.
Like a scene from a bad diamond heist, Jimin quickly puts a pillow in Taehyung’s arms, grinning in satisfaction when he settles again.
You on the other hand wobble on your feet before Hoseok steadies you, an amused smirk on his face when you grab onto him for support. You give them both a grumpy glare which they choose to ignore, dragging you down to their room. You’re half asleep when they push your shoulders, making you sit on the chair in the middle of the room a length away from the foot of the bed.
“Why do you both look like you’re about to interrogate me?” You ask the pair.
“Because we are,” Jungkook announces his arrival, closing the door as he grabs another chair and sits on it in front of you the wrong way round. The back of the seat faces you as the youngest straddles it, arms crossed at the top, his eyes boring into yours.
He’s about to speak but you’re all distracted by the door opening again.
“Ya did you seriously just slam the door in my face?” Jin’s ears have gone red with rage as he spits at the maknae who giggles like he has a death wish.
“You’re too slow Hyung!” he complains grinning mischievously, maybe he did it on purpose, but he wouldn’t admit it.
“Can we get back to the matter at hand please?” Jimin sighs seriously as he addresses the room.
“Which is what exactly?” You yawn, still not quite awake.
“Your betrayal,” Hoseok states bluntly, making your heart jolt out of your chest.
“M-my what?” You splutter out, how… how did they know? You try to keep the guilt and stupor off your face. Ignorance until proven guilty, that was the saying your father taught you growing up amidst his scandals.
“You told Yoongi Hyung you loved him first,” Jungkook pouts, an irritated scowl on his face from the memories of the morning.
“You said you fell in love with him the moment you met him,” Hoseok’s eyes narrow in distaste.
“We’ve managed to come to terms with it,” Jimin says before muttering to himself, “even if it is annoying.”
“So the question remains little Queen,” Jin stands behind Jungkook. “Who did you fall for next?”
Any sigh of relief you had been in the middle of was swallowed back down. Nope, no way, you were not getting into this. You almost want to be accused of the other thing.
“All of you,” you diplomatically reply, meaning it.
“Princess we’re not above torture if we need it,” Jimin warns, ready to tickle it out of you if neccessary. “Who?”
“This isn’t fair,” you whine before word vomiting your defence. “I didn’t even realise I was for ages and when I did I realised it about you all!”
“Yet you still figured out you loved Yoongi Hyung first,” Hoseok should have been a lawyer with the way he was ready to pick apart your argument.
“But I do love you all,” your puppy dog eyes and pout may have worked any other day, but not this day. Today they were determined to know and settle it once and for all. Min Yoongi was monopolising you and they needed weapons against it, something to wipe that smug smile off his stupid royal face.
“It’s Namjoon I’m telling you,” Hoseok sighs, all of them turning to each other suddenly ignoring you.
“Nope Namjoon was the harshest on her out of us all for ages,” Jin disagrees. “He was fighting his feelings.”
“I don’t know, Princess might like the mean type,” Jimin comments, contemplating the facts like their question was the hardest puzzle on the planet.
“Then it’s me,” Jungkook exclaims like he’s solved it. “I ignored Princess for months before giving in.”
“Because you were shy, idiot,” Jimin refutes him, rolling his eyes.
You use their distraction to your advantage, trying to sneak away but you must’ve forgotten who they were. They weren’t the world’s best bodyguards arbitrarily.
Jin grabs your arm, bringing you back to the chair with a thud.
“Little queen, you’re not leaving without giving us an answer,” Hoseok looms over you, his hands on each side of the chair, trapping you in place. You look up at him earnestly, how could they be insecure about your love for them?
“Look I didn’t realise I loved you all until that night I met my father,” you explain calmly like you were in police custody, being framed for a crime. “But gun to my head, I was falling for you all from the moment we met as we all got to know each other, there wasn’t a time when I loved someone more or less.”
“But you fell for Hyung first,” Jungkook grumbles through pouting lips, pulling Hobi away so he could attack you with them visually.
“I met him first,” you chuckle, “he came into my life like a dream when everything was dark and I was alone, and then he disappeared, but when he came back he brought you all with him.”
They all go quiet, like your words were confirmation that you loved the prince more than them. It shouldn’t make their hearts sink, not when they knew you loved them too, but a sad jealousy hit them, making all their demenours deflate. It felt as if you and Yoongi had something they could never share, it left them feeling on the edge of their own relationship, like you both were at the centre and they were on the outside looking in. They wanted you to love them just as much.
“You guys remember when Sana left,” you try to rouse them from their thoughts. “That morning after when you all panicked as I was crying,”
You laugh to yourself at the memory, remembering all the ways they were trying to get you to stop.
“I was crying because I loved you all and I was happy,” you explain hoping they would really hear what you were trying to say, “I was sad Sana left, but I was happy you were all with me.”
The looks they give you has your heart reaching for them, you knew where they were in themselves. You had been there, thinking they didn’t love you the way you loved them, that they all loved someone else, it was a feeling you would never forget.
“Just because I fell for someone first doesn’t take away how much I love the rest of you,” you tell them wholeheartedly, meaning every word.
“But Yoongi Hyung-“
“Yoongi and I relate to each other a little bit more,” you cut Jungkook off, “we wore our crowns reluctantly, there’s an understanding there I admit you all can’t empathise with, and I would never want you to, but that doesn’t mean I love him more.”
“But we want to understand too,” Jimin mumbles dejectedly, looking at the floor, the corners of his lips weighed down. “We want a special bond with you too.”
You let out a breath of laughter at his words, didn’t they see the bond you had with them, the way they all kept you alive when the crown threatened to bury you again and again.
“You all don’t realise it,” you say smiling but your eyes watered as you thought of every moment of love you had with them, all those times you were too blind to your own feelings. “But each of you have touched my life in your own way, I was so alone before you.”
Their eyes glisten like yours, but you don’t mind when your tears drop.
“You didn’t just save me,” you confess, your voice growing thicker, “you saved Yoongi too. How can I love you any less?”
—
Their figures go rigid at the scenes playing in front of them, the static on the screen doing nothing to hide the facts. Namjoon and Yoongi feel their chest seize for you as the words blare on the intercepted news channel.
Your father was dead, and with you missing, your cousin and Taeyeon were to take the throne. Nym watches the pair in concern, each of them could feel the pressure from the sudden tension, the air so thick it was suffocating. Your kingdom was on the cusp of ruin.
“Don’t tell her,” his solemn voice breaks the minute of silence.
Namjoon’s jaw drops in shock, that was usually his line, Min Yoongi was always the first one that suggested telling you everything.
“Hyung we can’t keep this from her,” Namjoon states dumbfoundedly, unable to believe what he was hearing.
“We can, and we will,” Yoongi replies sternly, no room for argument in his tone, but he forgot who he was talking to.
“Hyung that’s her father, he might be a piece of cr-“
“If we tell her she’s going to want to go back,” Yoongi snaps, advancing into Namjoon’s space heatedly, not willing to back down. “The second we step on to any national soil we all end up with a noose around our necks and she knows that, she’ll go alone.”
He looks at the Prince’s unhinged posture, stepping back to breathe and calm the situation down. Titles didn’t matter when they were both fugitives, in Yoongi’s country the head bodyguard would think twice before opposing him, but when he was under his command, he brought down his consequences like a tonne of bricks on whoever disobeyed him. Here they were evenly matched, stripped down to two men who only wanted the best for you, both as stubborn as each other.
“Hyung we have to tell her, plus she doesn’t have the means to go back even if she wanted to,” Namjoon tries to placate the Prince, knowing he wasn’t going to get through to him by matching his energy.
Yoongi laughs under his breath as if the cleverest amongst them said something stupid and it pisses him off. His jaw clenches hard as he holds himself back from unleashing his own fury at his friend for ridiculing him.
“Namjoon for as long as you’ve known Princess, when she wants something, has anyone been able to stop her?” He shakes his head.
“She’ll listen to us,” Namjoon pushes back, knowing you would, you always listened to him when it mattered. You trusted him with your life, more than the others, he knew that, it was never stated out loud, but with his whole heart he knew it. You always looked to him first, you might’ve fallen for the prince first but Namjoon was the one you sought implicitly above anyone else. In the game of chess, you were the Queen, he was the next powerful piece on the board, what people believed to be the King but actually the Rook. He protected you, he understood the politics better than anyone else did, even Min Yoongi. He could see the outcome to all the scenarios the situation called for, but one stood out amongst them all. If they kept this from you, you would never forgive them.
“She’ll find a way,” Yoongi continues, deep in his own thoughts. “Don’t say a word.”
The conversation makes the third forgotten person in the room uncomfortable… especially when glowing feline eyes turn towards them like prison lights about to catch an escapee.
“Don’t say a word,” he repeats himself warningly.
There isn’t a reply, just hesitation. This was morally wrong, there was no way-
“Nym, you can’t tell her.“
“But if her fathers dead, he can’t make her marry Wang anymore,” your new friend tries to come to your defence. “She can reclaim the throne-“
“She doesn’t want to rule!” Yoongi yells, startling them. “She’ll think she has to go back, to save her people from a psychopath who probably killed her father.”
“Hyung…” Namjoon places a hand on the prince’s shoulder, calming him. “That’s not our decision to make.”
There’s a silence that fills the room bringing with it a heavy weight on each of their shoulders.
“Taeyeon will kill her if she goes back,” Yoongi says quietly.
“With us beside her?” Namjoon tries to sound reassuring, but he can’t even convince himself.
“She’s tried before and we barely managed to keep her safe,” he strikes where it hurts, harshly throws the events that scarred them all in his friend’s face. “If we go with her Namjoon we’re all dead.”
You and Yoongi understood the rules and the corruption more than any of them did. Any dream of going back and returning to what used to be was buried the second they left. You were both defectors, both traitors of your countries, the public wouldn’t take to your return kindly.
“We can say we knew of a plot that would attack the royal family so we had to get the princess out, he died under suspicious circumstances,” Namjoon offers, gesturing to the screen still playing the events of your fathers death, trying to come up with options for every outcome. “That’s what this whole island is about hyung, we can prove that.”
“I’m not risking her safety,” Yoongi breathes menacingly, unwavering in his conviction. “Do you understand me?”
And Namjoon did, he completely did. He had been the one to utter that line too many times, it was unnerving to be on the receiving side.
Through a series of curious happenstances, the Boys of Bangtan - your campus’ most popular and most handsome group of individuals - set their sights on you, a regular student with a stubborn streak and a wayward mouth.
Strangely enough, the mere sight of them sets your instincts off, red-lights flashing in your brain - danger, danger, danger, danger.
It’s too bad that they can’t seem to leave you alone, though. They like you too much.
(angst / smut / yandere / fluff / gore)
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(AN: Hi, all! This story is actually already posted on AO3. But, I decided to post it on here. I have almost 50 chapters of this story up over there, so I’ll slowly be adding them onto here too)
TW: sex dream marked with ~~~, crude and possessive language
Chapter 18: ‘Admiration’
Namjoon leaves in the morning, without alerting you to his departure, but he does press a kiss to your forehead unable to ignore the urge to scent-mark you somehow. He steps over the bodies littering the living room and ignores the lustful stares he receives from the girls that had been awake for some time. He knows what it looks like, and a small, conceited part of him wants them to think something happened between YN and himself.
He wants them to know she’s taken, and that she’s his, that she’s theirs.
Namjoon arrives back at the apartment, with a dire need to empty his bladder and brush his teeth, only to find six pairs of eyes glaring at him as soon as he opens the door.
Jimin takes one sniff of his clothes and snarls, accusingly, “You were with YN all night, weren’t you?”
Namjoon can’t even sigh before they are piling on his head, pulling at his clothes and whining like babies.
“You said we’d take it slow with her.”
“We weren’t allowed to meet with her, but you can?”
“That’s low, hyung!”
“Joon, you better start explaining yourself, before I lose my cool.”
He sighs. “Can I, at least, wash my face before I’m being interrogated?”
The boys roll their eyes and let him pass, begrudgingly. They collect in the living room, all taking their respective spots, subconsciously leaving one on the couch and another in the middle of the room where Joon takes his spot.
“I picked her up from work,” he says, towelling off his wet strands of purple. “We went back to her apartment. I slept over. No big deal.”
“Something happened, it has to have,” Yoongi accuses, with a sharp glint in his eye. “Tell us, Joon.”
“I wouldn’t be able to lie to you guys,” Namjoon huffs. “We didn’t even sleep in the same bed. I slept on the floor. She’s probably still asleep now.”
They know he’s telling the truth, the steadiness of his pulse tells them that, but still, they still feel envious of the time he got to spend with her that they didn’t.
“Is- Is she doing okay?” Jimin asks, quietly. He’s picking at the sleeve of his striped sweater, looking ten times smaller than normal. He’s leaning against Yoongi, resting his weight on the composer, as if he couldn’t bear to stand. “Does she hate us?”
“She’s okay. Whatever happened while she was away must have helped her come to terms with her feelings towards us,” he says, contemplatively. The boys are all paying attention, focusing their eyes on their leader. “She isn’t mad at us anymore.”
Jungkook falls back, spreading out on the floor and he lets out a roar of happiness. “Thank fuck!”
Jimin laughs, dropping onto the maknae and burrowing into the dark material of his stomach.
Hoseok glances at them fondly, before he asks, “So, what’s the plan of action?”
“We play it by ear,” Jin suggests. “Take what she gives us and slowly build a relationship from there.”
Jimin asks, nervously, “Do you think it’s possible for her to really accept us as we are?”
“She’s getting over us being vampires,” Taehyung says, fairly. “If we explain to her our differences to humans, she may over time become open to our advances.”
“I don’t even really understand how it works,” Jimin admits. “But I do know that I don’t ever want to be without any of you, and especially not her.”
Yoongi nods in agreement, but he closes his eyes in minor frustration. “I really hate the whole convention around courting. It’s so stuffy and formal.”
“It’s long-winded but it’s a tradition,” Jin replies. “Our parents would kill us if we didn’t do this the right way.”
Taehyung perks up then and asks, “Speaking of our parents, have any of you actually told them about her?”
“I mentioned her briefly while we were on vacation,” Taehyung says. “They want to meet her once we’ve officially started courting her.”
“That’s going to be a shit show,” Jin mumbles, running a hand over his face. “My father is going to hit the roof.”
“He knows how soul-bonds work,” Namjoon comforts, pushing some of Jin’s dark hair from his face. He’s gotten tan over his two-week break in the Arab Emirates and he seems to glow from the inside out. “You had no choice in this, the same way none of us did.”
“Logic escapes him sometimes,” Jin spits out, face contorting in spite before he forces himself to calm down. “Anyway. Jiminie, how’s your mother’s health? I heard she was responding well to the change in medication.”
The pinkette nods happily, curling around Hoseok’s back and resting his head on his shoulder. The older man glances down at him, fondly, as he explains, “She video-called me yesterday, and she was outside. Just in the hospital garden, but still. I don’t think she’s been able to be outside since I was a kid. She looked so pretty next to the flowers.”
Jungkook sits up. Unconsciously, he curls around Jimin’s waist, resting his chin on his shoulder, and he asks, “Did you cry?”
The dancer nods, mood souring. “I felt overwhelmed, but I tried not to show it. When she went back inside, I cried a lot, thinking that she might be, you know, getting better. But, it’s happened before. She responds well for a while, before her blood disorder lashes back out at her and she’s back to square one.”
“You don’t want to get your hopes up,” Jin presumes, soberly.
Jimin nods, grimly. “My Dad’s been with her the whole time. He still loves and cares about her so much.”
“Your parents are literal soulmates,” Namjoon says. “Of course, he’s by her side.”
Jimin feels his lips pull up in a ghost of a smile. “You’re right, hyung.”
Jin moves to his feet and says, “Breakfast’s on me tonight. I don’t feel like cooking and I’ve been itching to try the diner that just opened up.”
“YN might like it there,” Taehyung suggests, grin broadening until it’s boxy and wide. “Maybe we should take her there one day.”
“One day, Taehyung,” Jin agrees, ruffling his blue strands. “Let’s go.”
~~~
“How bad do you want it, Cutie?” His voice murmurs against your neck, puffs of hot breath tickling against your skin, making you squirm. His tone is dark with promise, tongue snaking out to trail along your skin. Fingers curl in your hair and pull, not tight but firm, and he whispers against your neck, just as breathless, just as needy as you are, “C’mon, jagiya. Tell me.”
“Taehyung,” you whine, grinding down against him, in an aborted hip thrust, searching for friction where you need him the most. A series of deep throbs at your core have you clenching around nothing and you let out a gasp of frustration. He grips you tighter, halting your motions with a light tut of chastisement. You beg, pathetically, “It hurts.”
“Listen to her, Taehyung,” Jin chastises from behind you, fingers gripping your hip in an unyielding, possessive grip. You are moved against his front, so you are chest-to-chest, and even though you can’t see any faces through the fog, you can smell his skin, you can feel his familiar warmth, and you melt into him.“You’re being too mean with our precious YN. Petal, where do you want us?”
“I-Inside me,” you gasp out, pressing harder against the hard, hot length you feel press against your lower back. Taehyung hisses and shifts you the way he wants it, grinding against his leaking length, and you whimper, “I need you inside of me.”
The fog behind your lids clears, slowly, and you can briefly see Taehyung’s grin, salaciously, from beneath you.
“There she is,” he murmurs, hands cradling your chin, his eyes glittering with so much affection that it makes your heart ache. He says, eyes full of reverence and gaze syrupy with sweetness, “She’s finally looking at us again.”
“I’m so happy,” Jin murmurs, pressing kisses to your shoulder-blade. The dry press of his mouth on your skin might as well have been a dribble of molten lava with how deep it burns. Fuck, it burns so good. He whispers against your skin, quietly, “Welcome back, petal.”
Taehyung’s grin turns heated as his eyes graze over your body and he moves to sit up, pressing his nude chest against your back, skin already sticky with sweat. He holds your eyes as he murmurs, lips teasing yours but never touching, “We’re going to make you feel so good that you’re going to forget your own name.”
“Please,” you beg, and that’s the last coherent thought you have before you feel as if your insides are being stirred up and you are being melted from the inside out.
~~~
Shooting up out of bed, you grip your sheets in between shaky fingers, glancing around your head wildly, as if chasing away the ghosts of your dreams.
“There’s no fucking way that actually happened,” you murmur, quietly. Glancing over the side of your bed, you see Namjoon’s spot is empty and his sheets have been rolled up and put to the side neatly. “Thank God.”
From past experiences, you know you’re on the louder side when it comes to trysts between the sheets and nothing would make you want to fake your own death and relocate to Jeju more than having Namjoon overhear you having a sex dream about his two cluster-mates.
Rubbing your thighs together, you feel the seat of your underwear stick to your core uncomfortably and you let out a long whine.
“I need some dick,” you murmur, more to yourself than anything else.
“Did I hear someone say dick?” Young-mi sing-songs as she steps into your room, fresh-faced and dressed in her yoga gear, mat tucked under her arm. “Does this have anything to do with Nayeon’s friends all creaming themselves this morning, talking about a certain Kim Namjoon spending the night?”
You toss your pillow in her direction, which she skillfully avoids. “Nothing happened.”
“Are you sure?” She teases, moving to sit on the end of your bed. “He is super handsome.”
“It takes more than being handsome to get in between these thighs,” you reply, gesturing to your legs, spread under the sheets.
“Oh, yes, I forgot. He doesn’t have the stinking attitude to match your past lovers,” she sasses. “C’mon, YN. He’s good-looking and he looks like he’s packing a whopper in his shorts. They all do. And they pay attention to you. A lot of attention. Enough attention that even I would be hard-pressed to say no. So, tell me again how you haven’t thought about it?”
“I haven’t,” you lie. You have dreamt it instead. “They’re just really good friends to me.”
“I’m your best friend and even we’ve made out before,” she tells you, disbelief written clear on her face.
“What about you, huh? Why don’t you go for one of them?” You ask, pouting.
“I’d fuck them all seven-ways to Sunday,” she replies, face free of all embarrassment. “But to them, I don’t exist. You do.”
Throwing your pillow over your head, you groan. You complain, “This is so confusing.”
“Why? Namjoon is a sweet guy,” she says, rubbing your thigh, comfortingly. “Of all the choices, he isn’t the worst. He doesn’t even rank top-50 worst guys to date.”
“It’s not just him,” you whimper, moving the pillow but still covering your face with your hands. “I think- I don’t know. They’re all so nice to me, and I’m not used to that.”
Her eyes slowly grow big at your words, as she begins to understand your dilemma. “Bitch, you really are living in a young adult novel.”
“Shut up!”
“How about this? There’s a party this coming Friday,” she says, a suggestive lilt to her voice. She’s playing with the fraying edges of your blanket as she speaks, and her behavior makes you more suspicious of her proposal. “How about… we stop by? Just for a little while.”
Sitting up to cross your arms over your chest, you ask, brow raising, “Who’s going to be there?”
She continues to avoid your eyes as she mumbles, “Oh, you know… just some people…”
“Like…?”
“Like that cute-ass first year that I’ve been trying to bone since November,” she gushes, eyes crinkling in amusement. “She’s so pretty and tall. She boxes, YN. She has a back tattoo. I need to eat her out! Don’t laugh – this is serious!”
“We can go,” you tell her, wanting to help your friend get some action, even if you aren’t reaping the benefits. “Anything to get your plasdick wet.”
She squeals, wrapping you up in a big, warm hug and she says, “I’m going to ignore your crassness and simply say this – thank you, thank you, thank you, YN! You won’t regret it, I promise.”
You already do, but you don’t tell her that. She seems too excited for you to piss on her parade like that.
—
Some days later
Jimin is outside of your first class of ancient communication, resting the back of his head on the wall, looking as cool as anything in his leather jacket and freshly dyed hair. You feel the initial flutter of butterflies in your stomach at the first sight of him, but you don’t feel a touch of fear. In fact, all you feel is guilt over the last time you were together.
You were sure you had made him cry.
“Where did the pink go?” You ask by way of greeting, glancing up at the tuft of vibrant orange.
“You like it?” He shakes out his hair, before habitually brushing it back in place. His nails have been painted too, black and shiny. “Jin-hyung thought it’d go well with the outfit. Do you think so?”
He gives you a cursory spin, and you see how professors and students alike stop to admire his absolute beauty. Hiding the blush on your cheeks with your folders, you nod. “It does.”
“As long as you like it, I’m happy,” he sing-songs, reaching for your bag and books. “What class do you have next?”
“Nothing until four,” you tell him. “I hate early classes.”
He grimaces for you. “Me too. How about we get some dessert?”
“It’s eleven am, Jimin,” you mumble. He shoulders through the exit doors leading to the parking lot, before turning back to stare at you, not understanding. “Fine,” you concede with a huff. “But if I get diabetes, it’ll be your fault.”
“Nothing like that will ever happen to you, YN,” he says, boldly grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to your fingertips. The sensation of his mouth on your skin makes you tingle all over. “I’ll make sure of that.”
“Do your vampiric powers cover cavities or something? I certainly missed that section in Twilight,” you tease, sliding into his car. He flicks on the heating and lets out a chuckle of his own, eyes crinkling up into half-moons, the skin creasing, showing off the slight chip in the front of his tooth.
“Twilight is a crock of shit,” he says. “They get nothing right.”
“What did they get wrong?”
“We don’t sparkle in the sunlight. We aren’t mortal enemies with other supernaturals, especially not werewolves. We can eat, drink, fart, pee and poop just like humans can. We can’t have kids with humans,” he says, listing off on his fingers. “There’s a bunch more but that’ll come with time.”
Giggling to yourself, you change the question, intrigue bubbling in your gut. “What can you do?”
“We’re able to control our development, so if I wanted to, I could be this age forever, but once I make that choice, I can’t undo it. And, being 20 for eternity doesn’t sound like the best time, so we usually wait until we’re in our early 30s before we consider stopping the aging process.”
“What else?”
“We’re stronger and faster than humans. Smarter, too. Sorry,” he gives you a haughty smirk. “We’re impervious to most diseases and heal at a faster rate.”
You enquire, “What about when you want to have kids?”
“I was born this way,” he tells you with a quick glance. “My parents are both like me. Born. Our families are pure-blooded.”
Surprise colors your tone as you ask, “All of you were born as vampires?”
He nods, before giving you a smile filled with pearly white teeth. “Crazy, right?”
“The way you say it implies that there’s something other than being pure-blooded.”
He nods. “Half-bloods. It’s an archaic system, but that’s how we classify vampires who have been bitten and turned, rather than born, like us.”
“Is that… a bad thing?”
“Not bad,” he replies, licking his lips. “Just different. A born vampire will be stronger and faster, and sometimes they have… special abilities.”
“Special abilities? You have got to be kidding me now.”
He shakes his head. “Hoseok is one.”
“What?”
“He can manipulate memory,” he explains. “He never uses it, because it tires him out. He’s KO’d for the whole day if he does, but he can do it. We all have varying degrees of compulsion, but it doesn’t compare to his mind magic.”
“That’s… insane.”
He seems to agree. “It can be overwhelming at first, which is why we didn’t want to throw it all at you at once. But… we care for you. A lot. And we don’t want you going into this situation blind.”
Silence descends over the two of you as you digest his words, and before long, you’re pulling into the parking lot of the dessert place, and you spot a familiar car in the corner, glinting sharply under the early afternoon sun. Grasping at Jimin’s elbow, stalling the confidently-striding dancer’s movement, you ask, suddenly nervous, “Is… Is Jin here?”
Jimin nods, shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I told the group that we were going for dessert, just so they wouldn’t worry if they didn’t see you around, and Jin-hyung, Yoongi-hyung and Jungkook wanted to see you. Is that…” He trails off, suddenly worried. “Did I overstep?”
“No, it’s fine,” you pause, exhaling softly. He stares down at you, fingers itching to touch you but he holds back. He can’t ruin this, he can’t go too fast. He has to wait. It has to be perfect. He holds the door open for you and ushers you inside and out of the cold. You continue, “I wanted to see you guys anyway.”
“You did?” He stops you with a cool hand on your elbow, echoing your actions from mere minutes ago. “You really mean that?”
He’s staring deep into your eyes, so deep in fact that it’s making your skin break out in gooseflesh. Unable to speak, you simply nod, and he pulls you into a deep, long hug. His sweet natural smell is so intoxicating that you feel your eyes close without your permission, tucking yourself further into his chest to get closer to the source of the aroma.
“I missed you so much, jagi,” he mumbles into your hair, lovingly. “I really was going crazy not being able to see you.”
You wrap your arms around his trim waist, for sake of them just hanging uselessly by your sides and find that latching into him is exactly where you want to be.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he whines, rocking you gently from side to side. “’m sorry for lying to you, for keeping it from you. I’ll never lie to you again, as God is my witness I’ll-”
“If you’re done,” Yoongi mumbles, dryly, voice cutting the private moment sharply. “You aren’t the only one who has missed her, Jimin.”
The orange-haired boy pulls away from you, mortified.
“Yah! You got to see her during the break! If anyone should be upset, it’s me,” Jin growls, nudging the shorter man out of the way to envelop you in just as deep of a hug as Jimin. He smells so good that your knees buckle slightly in his grasp. Chuckling softly at your behavior, he whispers in your ear, “Does it feel that good that you can’t stay standing, petal?”
The nickname takes you straight back to your dream, his sultry words sliding across the expanse of your back as he presses into you, deeper and deeper still.
Jin’s nostrils flare slightly, an action that goes unseen by you and he feels his fangs drop at the flood of arousal that he smells wafting from your body. Fuck, he’s missed your scent. But this, this smell collects on the back of his tongue, flooding his senses with your deepest and most desperate essence. His knees buckle slightly, and his mind instantly conjures up the image of you, nude, hovering above his face, his hot tongue mere inches from where he wants to be the most: your warm, slick pink p-
Yoongi steps on his foot sharply, more affected by the combined arousal than his blank expression conveys. Shaking off the wave of adrenaline that is pumping through his body, Jin ushers you to the seat and sets Yoongi with a firm stare, one that the younger knows all too well, before letting the seriousness wash off him and Jin melts back into his bubbly, cheeky persona.
Warmly, you hug Jungkook, who nervously places his hands on your shoulders, refusing to let himself linger, no matter how much he wants to bury his face in your innermost corners. You find his awkwardness quite endearing and you want to pinch his puffy cheeks. Embracing the quiet blond, you feel the composer press a quick kiss to your temple, before giving your hand a quick squeeze. He asks, before you can question his sudden desire for skin-ship, “How’ve you been?”
“Better than before,” you admit, sitting down between Jin and Jimin. You level Yoongi with a sober stare and say, “Thank you. For everything.”
The blond shrugs, awkwardly staring off to the side, shifting his weight as if he doesn’t know where to put himself.
You assert, reaching for his thin, long fingers across the table, catching Yoongi’s gaze and holding it, “No, really. My Dad really likes you.”
He can’t help but let his chest puff up at your words. Yoongi feels a sense of pride, something the other guys could feel rolling off his body in waves. “That’s to be expected.”
“I can’t wait to meet your parents, YN,” Jimin cuts in, excitedly. He reaches for you, wanting your attention too. He says, confidently, “They’ll love me more than hyung, don’t you think?”
“It’s obvious that it’ll be me that will be their favorite,” Jin declares, hotly.
Jungkook snorts. “Whatever, hyung. Who can say no to this face?”
He cups his chin with big hands and sends you a cheesy wink.
Nodding in agreement, you lean over to copy his gesture and repeat, “Who can say no to this face?”
The two of you simultaneously turn to the eldest and bat your eyelids, adorably. Jin’s cheeks pink slightly at the sight of the two of you and he grumbles, “You’re both going to be the death of me.”
“Is that even possible?” You sass, playfully.
Jin simply tugs at a wayward curl of yours in response.
“We can, technically, be killed,” Yoongi says, quietly. The table quietens with him, mode turning somber. “But, there’s a whole host of things that have to happen for it to be effective.”
“What? Like silver crafted into a perfectly symmetrical blade, forged under the light of a full moon, by the hands of the village virgin?” You tease with a roll of your eyes.
The four of them freeze, simultaneously shooting you shocked glances, mouths parted slightly in surprise.
Jungkook mumbles, “How… How did you know?”
Mouth nearly falling open, you gasp, “Are you kidding me?”
Yoongi breaks first, bursting into laughter, followed by Jimin and Jin. Jungkook hides his face in the dancer’s shoulder, unable to stop the jerking motion of his body as he laughs.
“You should’ve seen your face, noona!”
“Shut it!” You groan, cheeks burning, hotly. “I was thinking of the craziest thing I could think of.”
“You can tell you like to read fantasy books,” Jimin remarks, amusedly. He taps the tip of your nose, affectionately. “Namjoon has been spending too much time with you.”
“Not enough, honestly,” you grumble. “We haven’t had a library date for ages.”
“Date?” Jin repeats, a challenging quirk to his brow. "That’s new.”
You stutter, ears burning, “T-That’s what he calls them!”
“I’m sure he does, the sly dog,” Yoongi berates. “Why weren’t any of us invited to your little library dates?”
“Do you guys even like to read?”
Jimin and Jungkook’s cheeks puff up in upset. “We read!”
“Comics don’t count,” Jin ribs the pair.
“Technically, they do,” you correct. “Literature comes in all forms.”
“Ah, don’t you start,” Jin complains. “We get enough of that from Joonie.”
“Joonie’s right,” you assert, reaching for Jimin’s hand and giving it a cursory squeeze. “Next time, I’ll tell you when we’re going okay? You can show me the comics you like.”
“Really?” He perks up, happily, at the idea. “Thank you, YN.”
“Enough talking, I’m hungry,” Yoongi complains, picking up a menu and sliding it across in your direction. “Choose what you’re craving.”
“I’ll take the waffles with honey and some raspberries in a cup,” you reply after some moments to peruse the menu’s contents.
Yoongi snorts at your peculiar request.
Jungkook mumbles, “She doesn’t like the cold and the warm touching, like me.”
You beam at him, finally happy to have someone who shares your specific taste. “Can I have an orange juice, too, please, Jinnie?”
Yoongi nods and Jin leans down to murmurs into your ear, “You can get anything you like, petal.”
Your cheeks redden instantly, and you stammer, ducking your head to hide you’re the splotches of embarrassment on your face, “What’s with that nickname?”
He ducks closer, practically with his lips pressed against the curve of your ear, and he whispers, softly, “Is it not to your tastes?”
“I- It’s… It’s just different,” you mumble, quietly. You feel as if your lungs are going to climb out of your throat, and the sensation only decreases once the handsome businessman reclines out of your space.
Jin gives you a warm smile before calling over a nearby waitress. He tells her the orders of the group, seemingly not needing to confer with the other boys, and you wonder how it is they can know each other so well.
“We’ve known each other since birth. Some of us have lived together for nearly half our lives. If I can’t get their orders right, what kind of hyung would I be?” He asks, tilting his head slightly. You didn’t even ask the question aloud, but he seems to have interpreted the expression on their face well.
Once the food arrives, you all dive in, eating happily. You do notice, though, that none of the boys ate anything until you’d taken your first bite, watching you carefully as you chew and swallow the sweet mouthful of soft, warm waffle.
You say, curiously, “You guys never told me your back-story.”
They share uneasy stares, making you feel suspicious, before Jungkook takes the lead, surprising you at his forwardness. “There isn’t much to tell, honestly. We were born into a special family. Our parents are in a coven together and our families all go back generations. All of us belong to the same main family, but because creatures like us form clusters, we are spread out all over the world.”
“What does that mean?”
“To put it simply, there’s one main family to which we plead allegiance to. The head of the family – currently being Namjoon’s mom – communicates directly with the High Court, who organizes and carries out our legal system. There can be hundreds of clusters within a coven, so we’re just one of many.”
You think for a moment before you say, “Namjoon’s mom is like… an area manager, and Namjoon is like… the owner of a store?”
Jimin giggles at your layman explanation before he replies, “More like, Joonie-hyung’s mom is a COO. Namjoon is the owner of a store that the main branch owns. But like… a big one, you know?”
You snort. “Why is there only seven of you?”
Jin replies, simply, “We don’t want anyone else.”
“Really?”
“If we wanted to,” Yoongi says, coolly. “We could have a cluster of over twenty different bodies. There are plenty of vampires on campus who want to join us.”
Your eyes bug out of your head. “Wait, wait, wait. There are more of you?”
Jin lets out an explosive laugh, and you’re enamored with the way his eyes crinkle at the sides when he does so. He says, bemusedly, “You thought we were the only supernatural people at our university? Petal, the campus is huge.”
“But still!”
They all laugh at your lack of forethought. Jungkook comments, putting his hand over yours and giving it a comforting squeeze. “Don’t worry, noona. Nobody would hurt you. You smell too much like us for you to be messed with by anyone with sense.”
You echo, brow puckering, “Smell?”
“We scent you,” Jimin explains. “Nothing weird or gross, so don’t feel that we’re invading your privacy. It’s just a natural exchange of scent so other supernaturals with sensitive noses can smell that we’ve laid claim.”
Rearing back to stare the orange-haired boy down, you ask, winding your neck back, “Claim?”
“It sounds offensive but in our community, it just means that you belong under our protection,” Jungkook hurries to explain, smiling apologetically. “Hyung didn’t mean to make it sound so caveman-like, I promise, noona.”
“When you wear our clothes or when we hug you, you are exchanging your smell with ours,” Yoongi moves to explain further. “It doesn’t just go one way either. We smell like you, too.”
That makes you feel minutely better, surprisingly, and they can tell.
You ask, quirking a brow in challenge, “So, after figuratively peeing on me to mark your territory, what does that mean for me?”
“You’ve been told about the fact that we consider you part of our cluster, right?” Jin asks. When you nod, he continues, “Well, to put it simply, we’ve begun a fledgling bond with you. Nothing will happen to you, but on a pheromonic and hormonal level, we’ve started to merge our scents, to bring you closer to our coven. We would… eventually want you to join us, but that doesn’t have to be now… Or, ever. There’s no compulsion with this.”
“There can’t be,” Yoongi says, slowly. He’s picking at the remnants of the banana split that Jimin was given, having long finished his own serving of tiramisu. “We can’t force you to Pledge. That has to come completely from your own free will.”
“What does it mean, to Pledge?”
“That’ll come later, princess,” Yoongi says, a soft uplift to his lips. He licks some cream from his lower lip, making your core thrum with heat at the sight, before he continues, “We don’t want to scare you off so early.”
“It’s best if that comes more naturally, noona,” Jungkook says, sucking on his thumb where some chocolate sauce had been smeared. A pink tongue works around the digit slowly, cheeks hollowing out as he sucks up the sweet sauce. You think you must be going crazy. You rub your thighs together at the sight, missing the way Jin digs his sharp nails into the meat of his thigh to keep his urges at bay. The other two aren’t fairing much better, Jimin having to pinch himself to keep his head in the game and Yoongi doesn’t think he’s turned half-mast so fast in his life. “Joonie-hyung will explain as the time is right, we promise.”
After shaking off the longing coiling around his spine, Jin grabs for your hand, with as much tenderness that he can manage and catches your eye as you gear up to argue. “Do you trust us?”
The other three wait in bated breath, stares practically searing into your flesh, waiting for your answer.
“Yes.”
Jin relaxes a touch. “Then, we can wait until the time is right. We wouldn’t do anything that would compromise your faith in us again. Honest.”
Exhaling, softly, you concede with a nod. “Fine. But, can I have some of that crepe? It looks good.”
“You can have whatever you like, petal.”
You completely missed the look of hunger that passed over his eyes as he watches you nibble on his food, fingers absently playing in some of your curls, imagining how perfect you would look with his fist twisted in your hair and contorting your body to fit his desires.
Summary: Before Y/n rehabilitated hybrids, she was just an average rich daughter of a well-known hybrid breeder. She was also someone who didn’t want hybrids in her life, she didn’t like how they had to have an owner when really, they were more human than animals. When the government starts threatening her, she decides to get one to make them start. That’s what changes everything.
Warning: Mentions of Mental & Physical Abuse, Depression, Anxiety, and Suicidal Thoughts; High Suggestions of Smut; Future Mentions of Attempted Suicides; Read with Caution~ <3 This Chapter in Particular has Slight Mentions of Bullying, Please Read with Caution!
Author’s Note: Welcome to Chapter 5! I hope you like it!! ^_^
Weeks passed, and it was officially the night before freedom. The hybrids were so excited to be rehabilitated, they were antsy all day. I had been preparing all day, just like I will tomorrow. We do it at night, it’s easier to go unseen.
I was in the library, putting away a number of books. The elephant and salamander were sitting at one of the tables, chatting quietly and reading. I heard a low growl, making me gulp. For the past week, Namjoon has been meaner, so I could feel fear crawl through my veins, but the small glimpses of softness he’s shown also made my heart swell with love.
I listened to the elephant and salamander leave, and chose not to acknowledge Namjoon. I could tell he was behind me, watching. He’d been pretty distant the past couple days, not coming out of his room, but I guess it was only a matter of time.
“I’m leaving tomorrow, with the others,” He growled, ears twitching once I looked at him.
“That’s your choice,” I replied, grabbing a couple books and turning away to put them up. “Namjoon, I hope you have a wonderful life, much better than the one you had here.”
There it was again, a softness to his eyes that almost no one could see but me. I knew Taehyung saw it a couple of times with him, but no one else had. Namjoon huffed, growling low and twisting around, stomping out the door. Well, not before he pushed over a stack of books, making me glare and walk over.
“He seemed angry,” A voice sounded, making me look to see Taehyung bend down and help me pick them up.
“I literally just told him that I hope he has a wonderful life,” I complained, huffing. “I’ve gotten through to every single hybrid that has been through here except him.”
“Y/n,” Taehyung said, frowning and standing with the books. “You won’t be able to get through all of them. We’ve all got very heartbreaking pasts…. Just think, it’s so fortunate that this hasn’t happened until now.” I sighed, putting the books on the table.
“You’re right, you’re right,” I mumbled, smirking at him. “I hate it when you’re right.”
“Well,” Taehyung replied, rolling his eyes. “Get to sleep, okay? You’ve got a big day tomorrow, and tomorrow night.”
“Alright, alright,” I replied, rolling my eyes. “It’s gonna be just us two again.”
“You’re right there,” Taehyung replied with a flash of a smile. “Night, Y/n.”
“Night, TaeTae,” I whispered, kissing his cheek before leaving him.
I knew the night would be long, and hard. It always was the night before an escape. I tossed and turned, the sleeping pill I took not working. I sighed, laying and facing towards my window, looking outside and at the moon.
I listened to my bedroom door open and close, someone tiptoeing into my room. I knew Taehyung was just as nervous as me, maybe he couldn’t sleep? I felt the bed sink behind me, a tap hitting my shoulder. I yawned, turning around to see Namjoon laying in my bed, on top of the blanket. I blinked, rubbing my eyes in case I was seeing things, but I wasn’t.
“Namjoon, are you alright?” I whispered, concerned.
“I don’t want to leave you,” He whispered. My heart rate became faster, but I stayed silent. “I’m so sorry for how I treated you…. I just wasn’t used to a human being nice to me…. I know these aren’t excuses but… I think I was scared of you….”
“Why?” I asked, furrowing my brow in confusion.
“Because I fell in love with you…” He whispered again, not meeting my eyes. My heart felt ready to burst, I didn’t know what to say.
“Namjoon,” I started, but hesitated. How should I go about this…? “You’re always welcome to stay with me…. I know you’ve worked hard to push me away, but I’ve seen those small moments that you look… happy.”
“I’m scared,” He whispered, looking up to me with sad eyes. “I don’t want to be hurt….”
“Namjoon,” I replied, moving closer to him. I placed my hand on his cheek, kissing his forehead gently before pulling away. “I’ll make sure no one hurts you ever again.”
We both had fallen asleep in my bed, and when we woke up, we were entangled in each other. I blushed, pushing away and standing. Namjoon grumbled, eyes fluttering open. He seemed surprised, and embarrassed, so he closed his eyes once more.
“Morning,” Namjoon mumbled.
“It’s afternoon,” I replied, going to my closet to change. “I need to make sure everyone’s getting ready to leave.”
We were silent as I walked around my room, grabbing things I needed to take to my office. Namjoon was on his elbows, watching me. It looked like he wanted to ask me something, he looked hesitant almost.
“I meant what I said,” I told him with a small smile. “You can stay here. I know Tae and I would be really happy for you to stay….”
“I… don’t know,” He replied. It was odd to see him so nervous.
“Well, you have plenty of time to think about it,” I replied. “I’ll be in my office until it’s time to leave, okay?”
Namjoon nodded, and I took my leave, going down two flights of stairs and into my office, when I began to prepare for the night. I emailed back and forth between the people who were to meet at the arrival point, as well as prepared housing for the hybrids.
By the time I looked out my window, the sun had gone down. It’d easily been hours, and was around ten o’clock. We’d leave at midnight, so I decided to go out of the office and spend time with the hybrids before they left. When I opened my door, I was surprised to see Namjoon waiting there, hand in a fist like he was about to knock.
“Oh, hey, hi,” Namjoon rambled, putting his hand down and blushing softly. This was such a weird mood change, but I wasn’t complaining.
“Hey,” I replied with a small smile. “Did… you pack?”
“No…” Namjoon replied. “I’d like to stay… with you….” I smiled softly, nodding my head.
Summary: You had a long, stressful day at work, helping your coworkers even though a major project you’ve been working on got pushed to be sooner than planned. You stayed late at work and, once home, you continued to work through the exhaustion. The boys decide that you should stop working just so you can rest.
Warning: Mentions of Stress; Read with Caution. <3
Word Count: 681
Author’s Note: Thanks for the request!! Sorry it’s so late!! I hope you like it!! ^_^ @kpop20182019
Your eyelids felt heavy as they fluttered shut for a brief moment, your head nodding before jolting awake as to not pass out. You were in your office at your apartment continuing your work after just leaving there.
You had a giant project that you were working on and had been all day. Even so, the day itself had you stressed out. You couldn’t ever say no to your coworkers asking for help, so it kept you busy, which you normally wouldn’t mind, but it was just too bad of timing. Your boss also happened to move the due date for your project to a week earlier.
So, when you came home exhausted, you kissed your boyfriends before heading to your office without a word, going in and beginning your work all over again. That was a couple hours ago, and each boy tried to check on you and tried to get you to come out and relax, except for one.
You heard a small knock at the closed door, making you mumble for him to come in. You turned in your desk chair, watching Jimin peek his head in and stare at you with his big eyes. You smiled softly as he walked inside.
“Hi, baby,” You mumbled, rubbing your face to try and help you stay awake.
“Y/n, will you come out of here?” Jimin asked, almost begged. “You look exhausted, you need to rest.”
“Jiminie, I can’t,” You said, turning back to your desk and staring at your computer. “This project is due in a week and a half and I’m not even halfway through it.” You felt his arms wrap around your upper body, resting on your shoulders.
“Please,” He cooed, kissing your cheek as you sighed, shutting your eyes one more and laying your cheek on his forearm.
“As much as I’d love to, I seriously have to finish this,” You mumbled, but you weren’t even convincing yourself.
“You need to rest,” Jimin cooed once more, again kissing your cheek. “Tomorrow is a new day. Plus, you can’t focus much when you’re tired, so all the more reason to wait.”
“You’re right,” You said, letting out a sigh. “You know, they need to stop sending you in here to get me.”
“Why?” He questioned as you stood up to face him, a smile playing on his lips.
“It always works,” You grumbled, kissing his lips gently before walking out and to the living room, where all the boys were sitting around. You walked to the couch, laying down and placing your head on Yoongi’s lap while your feet rested on Taehyung’s.
“Ah, told you it’d work,” Hoseok said with a smirk, making you roll your eyes.
“You look exhausted,” Yoongi whispered, moving the hair out of your face. “Are you alright?”
“Just a long, stressful day at work…” You whispered back, shutting your eyes. “I honestly feel like I could fall asleep right now.”
“Your body is telling you something,” Namjoon suggested. “Maybe you should go to sleep now. Get healed up for the new day.”
“I know, you’re right,” You mumbled, your mind drifting as sleep began to consume you.
You jumped as you felt arms around you, your arms wrapping around the person’s neck as you opened your eyes to see Jungkook smiling at you, taking you to the bedroom so you could sleep. Before he set you down, he pecked your nose.
You quickly got changed into pajamas, Jungkook handing you them. It was very messy from your exhaustion, but you did it anyway. You crawled under the covers, laying your head on the pillow and sighing in comfort. Jungkook got into the bed with you, bringing you to him and snuggling into you.
“The others will come eventually,” He whispered.
“Yeah, the others will come eventually,” Yoongi said, coming in and running over, coming in behind you and making you giggle.
“You boys always know how to take care of me,” You mumbled, the dream world taking you over before you could hear them both say how much they love you.
Summary: When you wake up with your two boyfriends and try to get up to start the day, they have other plans for you. Even though you had a lot of things you wanted to get done, this wasn’t all too bad….
Warning: None!
Word Count: 693
Author’s Note: Thanks for the request!! Sorry it’s so late!! I hope you like it!! ^_^ @i-purrple-u
Your eyes fluttered open, the sunlight from your floor to ceiling windows shining through. Two pairs of arms were wrapped around your body as you lay there in the large bed. You turned your head slightly to see Taehyung, who was sleeping peacefully. You couldn’t help the smile of adoration that crossed your lips.
Both your boys were laying there, more peaceful than you’d seen them in days. They were such hard workers, you could only hope that you and your apartment could be a place where they can come to rest and to feel normal, even for just a little while.
You watched the boys for another hour before they both began to shift, soft groans coming from their throats. You chuckled softly, pecking Jungkook’s lips and watching a smile grow on his face. You shifted your head to do the same to Taehyung, who’s eyes fluttered open.
“Morning,” He mumbled, his deep voice groggy from sleep.
“Good morning,” You whispered, smiling softly as he rested his forehead on the side of your own head. “Nice to see you both awake.” You looked at Jungkook, who leaned over and kissed your nose before snuggling into your neck.
“How long have you been awake?” Taehyung asked, his voice making him sound more awake than a few moments ago.
“About an hour,” You replied. “You two just looked so peaceful, I hated the thought of waking you.”
“Thank you,” Jungkook mumbled, making you laugh. This boy definitely liked his sleep….
“Listen, boys, I need to get up, get the day started,” You whispered, feeling both their arms tighten around you.
“Nope,” Taehyung mumbled into you, making a shiver run down your spine. “It’s our day off, it’s yours too.”
“Boys, I told you, I have a lot to do,” You giggled, pushing away their arms and sitting up.
Both boys moved a little further away, making eye contact with one another before Jungkook leaned up, grabbing you around your chest and slamming you back down, the bed shaking from the impact as you huffed out a breath of surprise, laughing at them.
“Really, Kookie?!” You exclaimed, watching him smirk and dig his face back into your neck, shutting his eyes.
“You’re not leaving,” Jungkook mumbled, making you roll your eyes as you smiled. “Today is our day, and our day consists of bed.”
“Actually, I have to go to the restroom,” Taehyung said, rolling off and walking away, making you groan.
“Kook, we can’t just stay here forever,” You said, facing him as his eyes opened, staring at you.
“Why not? I have my two favorite people with me, it’s all I need to be happy,” Jungkook whispered, kissing your lips softly. You smiled, shaking your head and resting it on his chest. Taehyung returned, getting into bed and hugging you from behind.
“Alright, my turn,” Jungkook said, hopping off and making you scoff.
“You two can’t just hold me prisoner in bed,” You complained, the two boys smirking.
“Of course we can,” Taehyung said, kissing the back of your neck. “Our warmth will keep you safe.”
“Well, you’re not wrong,” You mumbled, rolling your eyes with a smile. You shifted to look at him, placing a hand on his cheek as he stared at you, a smile playing on his lips. You leaned over, placing your lips on his softly.
Jungkook returned, crawling back into bed and matching his body to yours, holding Taehyung’s hand. You stayed there for another hour, just hugging each other and talking softly. Finally, as your stomach began to growl, you decided to persuade them.
“Alright, boys,” You started. “We need to start getting around… but hear me out. I promise not to do anything but be with you boys. We can just be lazy.”
“I love that idea,” Taehyung said, kissing your cheek.
“We can order in, watch some movies!” Jungkook said, excited, making you laugh.
“You boys crack me up,” You mumbled, kissing both of their cheeks.
“So much for being a prisoner in bed,” Jungkook jokes.
“You’re free to go, miss,” Taehyung said, throwing the covers off. Today was going to be a great day.
Summary: Before Y/n rehabilitated hybrids, she was just an average rich daughter of a well-known hybrid breeder. She was also someone who didn’t want hybrids in her life, she didn’t like how they had to have an owner when really, they were more human than animals. When the government starts threatening her, she decides to get one to make them start. That’s what changes everything.
Warning: Mentions of Mental & Physical Abuse, Depression, Anxiety, and Suicidal Thoughts; High Suggestions of Smut; Future Mentions of Attempted Suicides; Read with Caution~ <3 This Chapter in Particular has Strong Mentions of Bullying, Old Scars, Abuse; Please Read with Caution.
Author’s Note: Welcome to Chapter 4! I hope you like it!! ^_^
I was sitting in my office the next morning, working on my computer and messaging back and forth to my bosses in the rehabilitated states. We were making plans to get them across, using a bunch of code. No one said this was going to be easy….
This would be my third run. The last two were with three hybrids each, and they were both terrifying, so this time was going to be huge. Nine hybrids crossing to the rehabilitated states? This would be dangerous….
My thoughts were interrupted when Namjoon entered. It was almost lunch, but I knew he’d been up for a while. He didn’t hesitate, but had the same hard eyes as the night before. I nodded to the chair in front of me, causing him to come and sit.
“Did you sleep well?” I asked, continuing to type on my computer. No answer. “Well, I wanted to talk to you about what this is.” Again, no answer, just a stare. “I’m not your owner. My name is Y/n, and I expect you to call me by that, nothing else. I take hybrids to the rehabilitated states. I’d like to take you there as well.”
“Wait,” He spoke, making me look at him, eyebrows raised. “this is all a job?”
“Not necessarily,” I replied, fully facing him and clasping my hands together, resting them on the desk. “Taehyung is my hybrid, legally, and he stays with me.”
“So he’s your pet?” Namjoon asked with a scoff.
“No,” I replied. “He’s my friend and roommate. Namjoon, you aren’t animals to me. You’re all humans.”
“More like freaks,” Namjoon replied, leaning back and crossing his arms, an amused look on his face. “We aren’t humans.”
“You’re more human than animal,” I retorted, feeling frustration bubble through me. “Listen, Namjoon. All I ask is you do not harm anyone here. We leave in two weeks to cross the borders.”
“Oh, do you think I’ll hurt someone?” He asked, leaning forward. His hands were placed on my desk, his smirk flashing his sharp canines. I stared at him, feeling a mixture of emotions.
“Y/n,” Taehyung’s voice sounded, making us both look. He was at the door, glaring hard at Namjoon. This was a new side to him, one that I hadn’t seen before: protectiveness. “Are you finished?”
“About,” I replied, watching him come in. Namjoon smirked at the tiger, turning back to me and sitting in his chair. “Other than that rule, you can do whatever you like here. There’s a pool out back, with some thick forestry. There’s a library just across the hall.”
“Alright,” He said, standing and looking at Taehyung. They both stood off, staring at each other, Taehyung glaring and Namjoon smirking. They were almost equal in height, Namjoon being just a smidge taller. “See you.”
Once he left, I let out a sigh of relief, taking off my glasses and rubbing my eyes. Taehyung growled towards the door, sitting in the chair opposite from me and watching me.
“What’s his issue?” Taehyung growled out. I shrugged.
“I’m not too sure,” I replied, crossing my arms and resting them on my desk. “When he was on stage, he had a wooden bar on his shoulders holding him. They kept electrocuting him, saying he was hostile.”
“Hmph,” Taehyung scoffed. “You must’ve seen something in him, huh?”
“Yeah,” I replied, smiling softly. “I saw someone who didn’t deserve to be hurt anymore.”
“Well, your heart is far too big for this world,” Taehyung said, smiling softly. “Lunch is almost ready. Come down when you’re hungry.”
“Perfect,” I said. “I’ll be down soon. Let me just finish these emails.”
Once he left, I bit my lip, a small panic in my heart. Would he really try and hurt someone? Surely not, right? I shook my head, getting rid of the thought to focus on my work. Nonetheless, he’d be gone soon, so it’d all be alright.
A few days after getting Namjoon, I’d had complaints from the others of his bullying, making me sigh. Anytime I’d talk to him about it, he’d change the subject or start bullying me, I didn’t know what to do.
Tonight, I was taking everyone’s laundry to their rooms, hanging them up. The hybrids were outside having a bonfire, which I told them I’d join once I finished. The last one was Namjoon, who I took shopping for some clothing. He had a lot of plain colors: black, white, and grey. I opened his doors, freezing to see him.
I expected him to be in the library, where he always is. His back was facing me, and he was shirtless, basketball shorts on. He turned his head to see me, smirking before returning to his business. I took a moment to look at him. His back looked strong, but it was covered in scars. Some of my research included types of scars. This looked like a mixture of whips, knives, and even an electric prod.
Namjoon faced me, lifting his head slightly, a grin still on his lips. He knew I was staring, but I didn’t care. He had abs, pecks even. Again, scars covered him, some fresh from the auction. I frowned, looking up at him before walking in, putting the clothing in his closet.
“Like what you see?” He asked once I finished, making me turn to look at him. He remained shirtless, a cocky look on his face.
“Well, I will admit you have a nice body,” I started, making his smile grow. “but I’m more focused on those wounds there. I don’t want them to get infected.” This triggered something in him, and his eyes got dark, his smile disappearing.
“That’s none of your business,” Namjoon said, picking up a shirt and putting it on.
“Namjoon,” I whispered. “Listen, I won’t force you, but there’s a first aid kit in the bathroom if you’d like to clean it.” I began to walk out, pausing and looking at him. “We’re having a bonfire outside, if you’d like to join.” With that, I left.
Outside, I was clapping and laughing at everyone dancing and laughing. Everyone was outside except Namjoon, and they were all smiling. It was the first time they were all calm, and free. Some danced alone, others danced with partners.
Taehyung saw me sitting, walking over and holding his hands out. I shook my head, but he began to pout. I rolled my eyes, grabbing his hands and letting him take me into the grass. He twirled me, and we danced together and laughed.
He spun me every now and then, and we really just danced like fools. I laughed, letting the stress I felt drift away. Taehyung held me close, spinning us and moving with the beat. He spun me away, making me stop and look towards the house. I spotted Namjoon at the door, leaning on the frame and watching us. His face was blank, but his eyes were soft. He had been staring at Taehyung and I.
Once he spotted me, his hard exterior came back. He glared, rolling his eyes and going back inside. I still smiled, because I knew I had just seen a slip of exposure - a slip of softness. Taehyung came over, and we all continued to dance the night away.
Summary: Before Y/n rehabilitated hybrids, she was just an average rich daughter of a well-known hybrid breeder. She was also someone who didn’t want hybrids in her life, she didn’t like how they had to have an owner when really, they were more human than animals. When the government starts threatening her, she decides to get one to make them start. That’s what changes everything.
Warning: Mentions of Mental & Physical Abuse, Depression, Anxiety, and Suicidal Thoughts; High Suggestions of Smut; Future Mentions of Attempted Suicides; Read with Caution~ <3 This Chapter in Particular Mentions Medical Issues, as well as Cleaning Wounds. Read with Caution. <3
Author’s Note: Welcome to Chapter 7! I’ll add links later. I hope you like it!! ^_^
Seokjin sat on my couch, legs crossed and eyes flicking around the room. It was closing in on two in the morning, and I figured my two boys were asleep in my bed. I walked to the bathroom, returning with some medical supplies. He whined slightly at them, frowning and more tears falling.
“Hey, I just need to clean the wounds,” I said, gently. “I don’t want to get them infected…. It’s going to sting, okay?” Seokjin watched me, nodding his head. I took a deep breath, pouring the hydrogen peroxide on his chest. He let out a loud scream, making me flinch as I placed a large towel over him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” I looked up at him with sad eyes, watching his tears fall as he bit his lip. “Alright, alright, it’s okay….”
He nodded, pulling his lips between his teeth as he breathed air in through his nose, eyes slamming shut. I pulled the towel away, the blood that was on his chest coming off so I could see the full extent of his injuries… they were bad.
“Honey, I have to do your back,” I said, making him whimper. “Let me get you a rag to bite on, okay?” Again, he only nodded. I ran to the bathroom, jumping when I saw Namjoon and Taehyung sitting on the stairs, looking concerned.
“Everything okay?” Namjoon asked, eyeing the blood that ran across my shirt.
“No,” I whispered. “He’s hurt bad, and he won’t talk…. I want you two to go back to my room, he needs to get some sleep and I don’t know how he’ll react to you two.”
“Promise,” I whispered back, going into the bathroom and grabbing a washcloth, running back over to Seokjin. I wrapped it up, holding it straight and watching him bite on it and turn around. It was just as bad as his front…. “Alright, 3, 2, 1.” I poured it, listening to his muffled screaming in the cloth. I placed a new towel on it, frowning as I listened to his screams slow down. “Okay, alright, we’re done.”
I took away the towel, showing him the bandage. I began wrapping it around his entire torso, covering every inch of wound he had. By the end of it, I could only see his shoulders and arms. I let out a shaky breath, nodding my head.
“Are you tired?” I whispered. His eyes fluttered up to me, nodding his head. “Follow me, I’ll show you your room.” I stood, watching him stand as well and follow me up the stairs.
I put him across from Namjoon, the second door on the right from the large staircase up to my bedroom. I watched him walk over to his bed, touching it gently and eyeing it. I went across the hall and into Taehyung’s room, grabbing a pair of pajama pants and a shirt before coming back to find Seokjin laying down, eyes trying to stay open. The pair of pants he wore were ragged and I could see his legs.
“Alright, these are for you,” I whispered. “Go to sleep, we’ll talk in the morning, okay? Get some rest.” I watched as he shut his eyes, his breathing becoming slow. I sighed in relief, walking out and gently closing the door. I walked up the stairs and into my room, where Namjoon and Taehyung sat on my bed, waiting patiently for me.
“Is he okay, Y/n?” Taehyung asked, watching me change into my own pajamas. I shrugged, walking over and laying between them, exhaustion filling me.
“No, Tae, I don’t think so,” I whispered. They both laid down, facing me as I laid on my back. “He has whip marks all over his body…. He was screaming when I went into the house….”
“What’s his name?” Namjoon asked.
“Seokjin,” I said, shutting my eyes. “I don’t know anything about him, just that he doesn’t like human men much….”
“What about hybrids?” Taehyung asked, curiously.
“Well… I don’t know…” I admitted. “We’ll find out in the morning, I guess….” Namjoon kissed my temple, curling into my side.
“Go to sleep,” Namjoon whispered, making me sigh in comfort.
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” I mumbled, feeling sleep completely engulf me.
The next morning, I was in the kitchen making breakfast. It was really early, my two boys still asleep upstairs. Even though exhaustion filled my every pore, I knew I had to get up early for our newcomer. Plus, I could probably take a nap later, as I didn’t have too many duties being under the radar.
When I turned around from the stove, I jumped when I saw Seokjin sitting at the island, watching me patiently. He seemed to flinch himself, but I gave the softest smile I could, nodding my head in hello and turning back to the stove to finish the eggs.
“Morning, Seokjin,” I said, turning and dumping the eggs onto four plates. I turned the stove off, turning back and gently pushing a plate near Seokjin, who nodded in thanks. “Did you sleep well?” I asked, beginning to eat my own plate of food. He nodded, giving the smallest smile, making my heart skip at the accomplishment. “Good, I’m glad. I see you put on Tae’s clothing.” Seokjin seemed to tense up, looking at me with wide, fearful eyes.
“Oh, don’t worry, they’re hybrids.” I paused to see his reaction, and it seemed to be much calmer. “So, hybrids are okay, right?” I questioned, making him look at me and nod.
“Can we come in?” Taehyung whispered from the opening, frowning slightly as Seokjin turned to look at him before turning back.
“Of course. Here’s your breakfast,” I whispered, grabbing their plates and handing it to them as they came in, smiling softly at Seokjin who nodded in hello. “Tae, I hope you don’t mind, I let him borrow your clothing.”
“Sure thing,” Taehyung said, smiling largely at the Alpaca, who gave a soft smile back. Progress. “If you want, you can borrow more! Or, Y/n could take you to the Hybrid Mall.” Seokjin tensed up again, frowning and looking down.
“It may be too soon for that, honey,” I whispered, kissing his cheek before doing the same to Namjoon. “If you’d prefer, you can use my computer to look up clothing from the hybrid mall. I can do a pick up order for you, so you can still get what you like.” Seokjin seemed to flash a very small smile, nodding his head. I smiled back, nodding and beginning to eat my own breakfast.
I stared at my computer, my brow furrowed as a mixture of anger and sadness rolled through me. It’s like I couldn’t keep my emotions in line. My partner had sent me Seokjin’s file, and the more I read, the more infuriated I became.
Namjoon knocked on the door, walking into the room and shutting it. He always was way more confident than Taehyung. I looked over my computer at him, shaking my head and looking back to the file. Namjoon sat in the chair in front of me, eyeing me as his tail twitched curiously.
“They killed his entire family,” I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief. “They thought his owner was harboring hybrids and they killed him and the others.”
“I’ve heard many stories like that,” Namjoon said, his voice soothing.
“His owner was in his mid sixties and owned a fucking farm, Namjoon, he wasn’t harboring hybrids,” I snapped, raising my voice more than I wanted to. Namjoon squinted his eyes cautiously, not moving a muscle. “I’m sorry, I’m just upset….” I mumbled.
“It’s alright,” Namjoon replied, leaning forward. He reached over, gripping your clenching hand and making you look at him with soft eyes. “No one ever said this job would be easy… but I know you’re strong enough to get through the most horrible scenarios.”
“Thanks, Joonie,” I mumbled, shutting my computer and rubbing my face. “There were pictures in his file and… they were so awful.”
“What happened to him?” Namjoon asked, leaning back and furrowing his brow. “Why didn’t he get killed?”
“Alpaca’s are rare when they look as good as he does,” I mumbled, looking at him. “Most alpaca hybrids look deformed, like a genuine mix between human and animal. He’s the first I’ve seen that doesn’t have a long neck and hooves…. They probably thought they could make some money off of him.”
“I can guess what they did to him in there…” Namjoon mumbled, frowning.
“Says that he had lived on the farm since the day he was born,” I replied. “When he came to the auction, he was ornery and didn’t listen…. They…” I trailed off, shaking my head and looking down.
“I know,” Namjoon replied. “I was there once….” I looked up, frowning and reaching over, gripping his hand. “Don’t worry. He’ll be okay…. He’s safe with you.”
Summary: Before Y/n rehabilitated hybrids, she was just an average rich daughter of a well-known hybrid breeder. She was also someone who didn’t want hybrids in her life, she didn’t like how they had to have an owner when really, they were more human than animals. When the government starts threatening her, she decides to get one to make them start. That’s what changes everything.
Warning: Mentions of Mental & Physical Abuse, Depression, Anxiety, and Suicidal Thoughts; High Suggestions of Smut; Future Mentions of Attempted Suicides; Read with Caution~ <3 This Chapter in Particular has Strong Mentions of Abuse, Parental Abuse, Trauma, Screaming; Please Read with Caution!
Author’s Note: Welcome to Chapter 6! I hope you like it!! ^_^
A month since Namjoon had joined us, he was a different person entirely. He was so bubbly and sweet, it was intoxicating. There were some things that would still trigger him, but it’s to be expected. Shortly after everyone had left, we began a relationship, and not even a week into it, Taehyung wanted in.
So, here we were, a throuple just taking it day by day. Since Namjoon was such a large purchase, and so risky, my bosses told me I had to go underground for a while. I tried to argue, but they were right, it would’ve been too risky. So, we all just decided to enjoy each other’s presence and learn more about each other.
It was dinner, and we were sitting outside eating. The sun had begun to set, but we all had lanterns on around us so it was dark. I listened to Taehyung and Namjoon joke around, laughing and having a good time.
“You know,” Namjoon said, taking a drink of his water before continuing. “I feel I should tell you about my past, what happened to me.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, concerned. He nodded.
“I want to be an open book with you two,” He responded. “So, I’ll begin at the beginning, I guess…. My first owner wasn’t all that bad, he let me off on a lot of things… but he had passed away…. That’s when it got bad.” He got quiet, as did we. “Each owner seemed to be worse than the last…. The scars are from all of them.”
“Joonie,” I whispered, reaching across and holding his hand.
“One in particular actually liked to use different things… experiment,” Namjoon said, sighing. “I finally ran away, as far as I could…. I ended up here, and got caught. That’s when you found me. I won’t go into detail, it’s too… gruesome.”
“We won’t force you,” I replied with a soft smile.
“No matter how many times I’d give my owners love, they wouldn’t give it to me…” Taehyung whispered, making me look at him and frown. I still didn’t know a lot about his story. “They’d just… use me. Neglect me. Anything to hurt my soul…. It worked. The last owner I had just got bored and tired of me, and I really thought she’d be the last one. She was kind of nice… but I was wrong. She took me to the shelter.” Namjoon grabbed his hand. They both continued to compare their stories, and I felt my heart sink. I looked down at my lap, biting my lip.
“My dad was abusive,” I mumbled, making them stop talking. I looked up to show a small smile at them as they stared. “He… was a hybrid breeder. He’d sell them off, that’s how I have so much money. My mom stopped him a lot, but when she died, he got really mean….” They were silent, so I continued. “It was only when I became older that he decided he didn’t want me to have his money, but it was too late with the account he made. As I grew older, the more I got. I haven’t talked to my dad in years….” We all sat in silence, and I leaned forward, grabbing my drink and lifting it up to them. “We all are broken people.” I took a drink as they nodded, taking drinks of their own.
“That’s why you’re so understanding,” Taehyung whispered, making me nod. “You’ve been through similar situations.”
“I like to think I’m helping people like I helped myself,” I responded. “Honestly, if you would’ve told me five years ago I’d be saving hybrids and dating two incredibly handsome ones, I’d say you were lying.” They smiled at me as I leaned over, pecking their lips. My phone began to ring, and I looked down with a furrowed brow. It was a partner I had here, one that was doing the same thing as me.
“Hello?” I questioned, putting it to my ear. I flinched at some screaming, ones that weren’t his own.
“Y/n, thank god, listen, I messed up,” He said loudly.
“What?” I questioned again, standing up and walking a little further away as Namjoon and Taehyung looked at each other in concern.
“Look, I saved a hybrid because I couldn’t just leave him, but I have too many, and, Jesus, Y/n, he won’t stop screaming! I don’t know what to do,” He said.
“Alright, alright. I’m on my way,” I said, hanging up. I turned back to the two boys who were now standing in front of me. “Sorry, boys, but it seems I’ve got an emergency case.” I began walking to the front as they followed me. I grabbed my keys and put on my shoes.
“Want us to come?” Namjoon asked, protectively. I shook my head, flashing a small smile.
“It’s alright, baby,” I replied, leaning up and kissing his cheek before doing the same to Taehyung. “Go to bed, I’ll be home as soon as I can.” With that, I walked out the door and to my car, getting in and driving off.
When I pulled up to the large house located in the middle of the woods, I saw some hybrids outside, covering their ears with panicked looks on their faces. I got out, running over as they all flinched, looking up at me.
“Is everyone alright?” I asked. They nodded, and I listened to the screams. I ran inside, following the screams to the basement. When I walked in, I saw my partner kneeling down, trying to calm the hybrid down.
I was shocked to see this new hybrid. He was beaten badly, and topless. I saw gashes across his chest, ones that bleed a lot, his entire front red. It looked like he was an Alpaca hybrid and, from his screams, he was traumatized. He covered his ears, cowering in the corner.
“I don’t know what to do, I…” My partner said, standing and looking at me.
“Alright, go upstairs, take care of your hybrids,” I said, pushing him gently towards the door. He looked at me, eyes wide with panic.
“What do you think is wrong?” He asked.
“I think it’s because you’re a human man,” I replied, eyes wide and nerves frazzled from the loud noise. “Now go.” With that, he left. I kept the door open, as to show him I wasn’t closing him off. He continued to scream, not looking at me.
I went a little closer, sitting on the floor. He caught my eyes and his screams abruptly stopped. His eyes were wide, tears rolling down them as he stared. His ears twitched curiously, his body trembling as he stared at me.
“Alright, you’re a bit calmer,” I said in a quiet, gentle voice. “My name is Y/n, are you okay?” The boy stared at me, shaking his head and gulping. “Alright, I’m not here to hurt you…. What’s your name?” Again, he shook his head quickly, making me nod. “Okay, okay, I won’t press you…. Listen, I know you’re scared here, would you like to come home with me?” The boy paused, moving his hands slightly so I saw his entire face. I watched him nod slowly, making me nod my own head.
He stood up, and I carefully went over, watching him flinch and step back. I put my hands up in defense, showing him I was no enemy. He still trembled, but he allowed me to help him keep his head down. I quickly took him upstairs and out, avoiding all hybrids as well as my partner. I put him into the backseat of my car, watching him curl up the furthest away from me.
“Alright, we’ll leave in just a few minutes, I have to talk to my partner really quick, I’ll be right back,” I said. He watched me, nodding his head. I shut the door as quietly as I could, turning around and walking to where my partner stood in his doorway.
“You okay?” He asked.
“I should ask you that,” I replied, flashing a small smile. “What’s his name?”
“Seokjin,” He replied. “I bought him at the slave trade, I didn’t know he’d freak out so much….”
“Email me his files, I’ll send you the money you paid for him,” I said, watching him nod. “I’ll let you know how his progress is. Stay safe.”
“You too,” He replied. I turned around, walking to my car and hopping in before driving away, heading towards my house.
Part 1 of my multiverse au mini series. Massive thank you to @oknymz/@shadowofahope for keeping me alive and sane and editing bits for me, otherwise I would have run away from this completely. And to everyone who kept cheering me on.
Warnings: 9k words, possessiveness, testosterone, jealousy, suggestive shit, sexual tension, general horniness, mentions of scenting + marking + breeding (the usual hybrid trope stuff). Blood (only a few drops).
You were late… not actually late, not by the company’s standards, but by your own. The bunny hybrid watches the clock tick closer to the scheduled meeting time, bodies pouring into the room with their own scents, but he couldn’t smell you. You normally attend meetings half an hour early to set up, Jin had noticed the habit and the maknae was hoping to catch a glimpse of you before everyone attended, but when he entered, expecting to see you, you were nowhere to be found.
He nibbled on his bottom lip in worry, where were you? The moment he decided to text the others, and yourself, he finally sees your figure rush in through the door. Relief fills him, albeit only momentarily.
Jungkook inhales and freezes for a moment. If you paid any attention you’d see his doe eyes dilate, his leg thumping underneath the desk.
Why did you smell like that? He grips the armrests to the chair with his nails almost tearing the metal to shreds like he were a wolf hybrid not a bunny. Someone obviously had their hands all over you last night. Why else would you smell so good? The state of you now, slightly dishevelled and tired, small dark circles under your eyes, he bet you didn’t even have time to shower, the smell is so pungent he can barely think of anything else.
*Bonus chapter - Flashback alert* This takes place before chapter 1 (and after chapter 8.5 ‘envy’). There’s a lot of negative emotions in this one so proceed with caution ~ 3K words
“There’s an error,” Yoongi says, frowning at you from his desk in his private office. It ticks your nerves, you don’t have time for his usual bickering today.
“No I didn’t,” you snap, turning away with a roll to your eyes but he grabs your hand gently, coming to stand next to you as he leans you against the desk as if that would brace you somehow.
“The margins are 1.5, for pink and pink they have to be 1.25,” he tries to lighten the mood by scrunching his nose similar to the maknae and while you found it adorable the implication of his words had you reeling.
“I made a mistake?” Your voice is small but Yoongi can hear the sinking feeling in your chest through it. You skimmed the formatting instructions for this company very briefly, a jaded feeling running through your veins when you were given the project, images of Jungkook and Jin with the Pink and Pink CEO running through your mind. But that was no excuse for not doing your job properly.
Boys are so stupid. But then again, she’s so silly. If I didn’t like her I would lecture her about her self-image issues like the big fucking hypocrite I am! But all those negative thoughts keep piling up and the pressure is increasing, alongside with the existence of Susan because if I get my hands on that bitch I will wipe those luxurious floors with her face. Women should not hate on other women, especially because of men. I hate how she acts like YN is the one seeking them out. The CEOs follow after her like lost puppies and suddenly it’s YN’s fault that the boys don’t pay attention to Susan. UGH, so annoying.
The jealousy… jealousy… poor baby. I wonder how the boys would react if they saw her ex… Omg I’m a sadist that would be so funny. I can see the steam coming out of their ears *cackles* oblivious little duckling, so cute and so sad. I can’t decide.
I might have to *coughs* admit that the CEOs’s worry is cute. *coughs and makes a weird face - must be the pain from the previous chapter when she was choking on a dick so big I felt it - swallows hard* oh wow i could not have written anything weirder… I feel like I’m challenging myself and If I don’t fuck off this reblog will take a w h i l e
So they’re sweet and have to communicate *blushes in hypocrite* with my little duckling to make them happy and horny. Da boom tss.
I love this. I love this a lot. Brilliant work by Brilliant Blue
“Come on beautiful girl, let’s get you cleaned up,” Jin smiles, watching your dazed eyes happily.
“I don’t think I can move,” you giggle, making the three of them laugh with you.
“Come on,” you’re lifted into Jin’s arms bridal style and in any other circumstance you’d complain, but you weren’t going to tonight.
“I’m so sleepy,” you yawn, closing your eyes as you were moved.
Hobi follows you both into Namjoon’s en-suite, hair band in his hand to tie up your hair, you could wash it tomorrow they’d keep to the essentials for now. Yoongi isn’t far behind with Namjoon’s top and boxers, steadying you when Jin places you on your feet.
“We’ll have to go in tomorrow, but I think the Maknaes should be allowed to take a last minute day off,” Hobi mumbles to Jin and Yoongi as he ties up your hair, you barely register the words. Jin turns the shower on, setting it to the right temperature while Yoongi handled the towels.
“Namjoon’s sorting it,” is all Yoongi says.
“She’s not going in,” Hobi states what he thinks is the obvious. “We’ll get a doctor to call.”
“Deal with it in the morning, let’s just get my kitten to bed,” you couldn’t make out the words but you could hear the fondness in Yoongi’s voice. You opened your eyes long enough to take in his face and that soft smile he had for you, you’d never seen this one before, it was new, and it was making your heart beat faster, ridding your bones of sleep. Was the steam making the bathroom hotter?
You have to look away, it’s not an intense look of love he’s wearing but it’s so pure it does something to your insides.
“Hyung, why are you taking off the rest of your clothes?” Hoseok says, breaking the moment in an unimpressed tone.
“She can barely stand, I’m not sending her in there alone,” Jin replies aghast as the other two shake their heads in disapproval.
Soft hands pull you under warm water, watching the content sleepy grin on your face as soap lathers on your skin, stealing kisses as the other CEOs watch through the glass, happy envy in their smiles.
That’s it, that’s the tweet. If hell exists, or anything like it, I’ll be there and I’ll see all of you here because I’m sure there is a special place just for us When “possible hell” appreciates you more…damn, I love life (note the fucking sarcasm)
Ok so I’m not going to go into a detailed explanation about how much I enjoyed this whole chapter. Maknae line knows their shit. We stan. I hope the aftercare was good because my throat was hurting and I didn’t choke on Tae’s dick. I know it’s big, ok? I JUST KNOW IT. My throat feels it (it might be Covid, but eh). And then Jimin-ssi… Bro, just take my life and go. I don’t need it anymore. AND THEN JK. I’M NOT CUT OUT FOR THIS I’M TOO FRAGILE NOW I CAN’T THAT WAS SO HOT PLS THE BITING NEVER SEEMED SO HOT. FUCK.
Also, I love the hyung line, but stealing the nickname because “her reaction to it” and “they couldn’t help it” is not an excuse. They should sue. I would. SO THAT MEANS THAT I’M FUCKING CACKLING AT THEIR RAGE SJEHDJDNSJSNSJSJSB. This is gold. I love the revenge/suicide. It’s the best way to go. Adios.
Blue, I have missed you! AND YOUR STORIES! I’M SO SORRY I’VE DISAPPEARED PLEASE FORGIVE ME You’re the best! Brilliant Blue!
“a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.”
Summary: You had been working at Bangtan Corporation for almost two years now, and not once have you ever laid eyes on your bosses. That was, until you met them when out with some of your coworkers. Now, you almost wish you hadn’t. Almost.
Of the time he has known you, he has realized you were a creature of comfort, someone who needed to self soothe with items. He noticed how you always rubbed your fingers together, probably subconsciously. He noticed all of your clothing was of the same material, soft cotton that probably felt good against your skin.
He and his alpha hated that they had not been able to find you sooner, had not been able to show you the love you deserved sooner. Maybe then you would be able to accept their love without thinking it was a joke.
Seokjin just wanted you to see yourself the way that they saw you. He hoped that their courting of you would be able to help you truly love yourself, and not just the façade you seemed to put up.
The start to his packs courting of you was food and flowers, typical courting items that most packs started with.
But after that, it usually differed depending on the person being courted.
For Jungkook, his second phase of courting involved trips to Han River where he could lay in the grass, picnics by the waterfront as they listened to the trees rustle in the wind.
Jungkook’s background was very sheltered, and he was not allowed to leave the house until he was 18. So, the beginning of their courting was secret, hidden from his family.
After he presented, he was only allowed to go to school and back, his family had wanted to take the alpha wolf out of their son.
Seokjin knew your home life was nothing of the sort, but emotional abuse was sometimes just as bad, if not worse than physical. And he would do anything he could to help bring you out of your shell. If that meant buying you comfort items as your personalized courting gifts, then so be it.
⨽ summary: everything made sense to you, until it didn’t. you expected the name of your soulmate to appear on your shoulder the day you turned twenty one. and on the day of your twenty first birthday, that happened, but instead of one name, there were three.
⨽ pairing: vminkook x reader
⨽ genre: fluff , soulmate au , slow burn (?)
⨽ warnings: none
⨽ word count: 1.9k
⨽ a/n: how do you actually play overwatch?
“And we’re here.” Jimin softly sang, looking out the window at their apartment complex. “Can you wake y/n up?"
Taehyung nodded before gently shaking your body. "Wakey, wakey, y/n.”
“Wake up, princess,” Jungkook whispered, tapping your cheeks. “Hm?” You groaned, opening your eyes.
‘We’re here, princess. You can sleep more in our place.“ Jimin smiled at you before opening the door once it had parked in the parking garage.
"We don’t need masks or anything like that?” You asked, rubbing your eyes, and they laughed. “We don’t really need to, but if you want to, take this,” Jungkook put the cap on your head.
“Let’s go. We don’t want anyone to see us or y/n,” Jimin chuckled before hopping out. And you finally got out after him.
“Hm, we need to fix the cap. Can’t afford to let anyone see you,” Jungkook said, coming out after you.
“Can I?” He asked. You weren’t sure of what he was asking permission for, but you just nodded, too sleepy to give it thought.
Jungkook smiled before pulling down the cap and wrapping his arms around you, burying your head in his chest.
“I’ll let you go once we’re in the elevator, okay?” He whispered while Jimin and Taehyung chuckled.
’Are they clowning me?’ You thought to yourself. ’Or do we actually have to hide from the public eye?’
“Come on, let’s go in."
—
"So this is where you guys live?” You asked as the four of you walked through the corridor. “Yup."
"I’ve passed this building a lot of times. It looks just as good from the inside,” you giggled. “You think? Ah, there’s Minho Hyung!” Taehyung smiled.
You looked in the direction where Taehyung was pointing. “Is that Minho from Shinee?” Your eyes widened.
“So you know K-pop idols?” Jimin chuckled. “I know some K-pop idols. I just don’t know a lot,” you huffed.
“Hyung!” Taehyung called.
“Now we actually have to hide you,” Jungkook said, pulling down the cap and pushing you behind him.
“Ah, Taehyung-ah. How are you?” Minho asked. “Hello to you, too. And the person you’re clearly hiding.”
“Hey,” Jimin bowed. “Uh, we’ll head inside and let the two of you talk.”
Taehyung nodded before turning to his friend. “We live in the same building and on the same floor, but we rarely see each other.”
“I’m guessing it’s because of your busy schedule,” Minho said, flashing him a smile. “Congratulations on your success, Taehyung-ah.”
“Thank you, Hyung. But I think we don’t see each other because of your schedule too. I’m pretty sure you’re just as busy as I am,” he chuckled.
“Hm, I guess you’re right. You guys are preparing for a comeback, right?” Mingo asked, and Taehyung shrugged. “Don’t know. Maybe we are. Maybe we aren’t."
"Okay. I’ll find out soon,” Minho said, winking at him. Anyway, who was Jungkook hiding?“ Minho asked.
"Ah, that’s our soulmate.” Taehyung smiled.
Inside their apartment, you followed Jimin and Jungkook to the living room.
“Why did you guys hide me from Minho?” You frowned. “Hm, because we don’t want anyone to see yet. Even if it is an idol friend,” Jimin told you, sitting down.
“Is that even a valid excuse? It’s not he’s going to tell the public who I am and what I look like. I wanted to meet him,” you frowned.
“What’re you? A fan of Shinee? Are you a Shawol? Jungkook asked. "I wouldn’t say I’m a Shawol, but I occasionally listen to their music. It would’ve been nice to speak to him.”
“You can talk to him another time, y/n,” Jimin said.
“Do you know if any other famous idols live here?” You asked. “When did you realise he lived here?’
"Actually, as surprising as it is, many famous people live here. Celebrities, actors, actresses, idols. You bump into a lot of those kinds of people."
"Really? Is that we didn’t need to hide when we came in?” You asked. “We didn’t really have to hide, princess. We had to hide you.” Jungkook chuckled, causing you to frown. “So you guys weren’t teasing me?"
"Nah, we were. You being half asleep made it funnier,” Jungkook laughed.
“We were teasing at first, but then we realised it would be better to keep you hidden from anyone other than us,” Jimin told you before flicking your cheek.
“I need to prepare for some questions,” Taehyung said, walking into the living. “Done talking to Minho Hyung?” Jimin asked, and he nodded. “Yup.”
“Anway, why do you need to prepare for some questions?” Jungkook asked. “Ah, I told Hyung that the person you were hiding was our soulmate.”
“Heh?"
"Yeah, now I need to prepare for the number of texts the other Hwarang Hyungs will send me once Minho tells them,” Taehyung sighed, sitting next to Jimin. “Anyway, what do you you guys want to do?"
"Hm… y/n, are you still sleepy?” Jimin asked. “Hm, not really. I’m actually pretty hungry, though.”
“Should we order or make something to eat?” Jungkook asked. “I don’t mind cooking."
"We’ve been ordering a lot of food this week. Why don’t we cook instead?” Taehyung offered. “Are you okay with us cooking, y/n?"
"I’m okay with anything. As long as I get to eat, I’m good."
"Alright, we can make Jjigae or how about Bulgogi?” Jungkook asked, getting up from the couch.
(Jjigae - Korean stew)
“We had bulgogi the other day, so how about Jjigae? Kimchi Jjigae?” Jimin said. “Come on, you two. Let’s go make something to eat.”
“Doesn’t it take time to make Jjigae thought?” You asked, following Jimin and Taehyung to the kitchen.
“Not if all of us help make it.”
“Alright, I’ll marinate the pork belly with the rice wine and ground black pepper. Jimin, baby, can you please cool the kimchi. Uh, Tae, you can slice the brown onions and mushrooms. We already have sliced tofu. y/n will help the green onions when she’s done with the base,” Jungkook said as he washed his hands.
“Princess, are you okay with making the base?” He asked you. “I don’t mind."
"Alright, let’s get to work.”
—
“Hm, thank you, Kook.” Taehyung hummed as he took a bite of his food.
“Why are you guys thanking me? You helped me make it,” Jungkook chuckled before picking up his chopsticks.
“What should we do when we’re done eating? There’s still a lot of time before we should take y/n home,” Jimin asked.
“Hm, we can watch a couple of movies.” You told him. “Or we can play some games.”
“Yeah, games are a must. We can play some overwatch or COD,” Jungkook smirked. “Ah, yes. I’d like to redeem myself-"
"You won’t be able to redeem yourself if you’ll play against him in Overwatch or COD,” Taehyung chuckled. “You’ll get embarrassed.”
“You think I don’t know how to play?” You asked, putting down your spoon and folding your arms over your chest.
“You sucked at simple arcade games, princess. How will you beat me in a game these two can’t? Any they actually know how to play it,” Jungkook asked, leaning forward and resting his chin in the palm of his hand.
“Fine. Jimin and Taehyung can teach me the basics of the game. Once I know it, I’ll be able to win and prove myself.”
“Let’s bet on it, princess. If I win, you’ll grant me a wish, and if you win, vice versa, okay?” Jungkook offered, and you hummed in response.
“Deal.”
The four of you finished eating rather quickly so that Taehyung and Jimin could teach you the basics of Overwatch.
They spent almost an hour helping you while Jungkook lounged in their room, waiting for you to be done.
“Good luck, y/n. Someone needs to bring this boy down for once. We’re rooting for you!” Jimin said.
“Do you think you’re ready to play? Or do you want us to help you some more?” Taehyung asked.
“I think you’ve given her enough training time. Don’t worry… I haven’t played in a while, so I might be a little rusty,” Jungkook said, sitting on the cushion next to you.
“Team, or do you want it 1v1?” He asked.
“Hey, how will team versus team be fair?” Jimin frowned. “Just play 1v1. She’ll use my account to verse you."
"Wait, but how will you play 1v1 using the tv? Doesn’t y/n need to play off another device? It doesn’t work like Fifa, where we have a player(team) one and player(team) two,” Taehyung said.
“I think they’ll have to play in the game room?” Jimin said, but it sounded more like a question. “Game room? You guys have a game room?” You asked, and they nodded.
“Yup. now let’s go so I can beat you!” Jungkook exclaimed, getting up, almost skipping away.
“How many rooms do you guys have?” You asked as you followed them to their game room.
“This is a three-bedroom apartment. We turned the bigger spare into our game room since we game a lot in our free time,” Jimin told you.
“That’s so cool,” you muttered.
“Will you three hurry up? I need my wish to be granted!” Jungkook exclaimed, causing you to chuckle.
"This isn’t fair! This is beginners’ luck! Let’s play for two more rounds, please?"
"No~ Our deal was for one round and one round only. We play more rounds for fun,” you told him. “But later, these games aren’t my kind of thing.”
“Well done, princess!” Jimin said, raising his hand to give you a high five. “It usually takes us a lot of rounds to beat Jungkook in 1v1. You did it one go!”
“Accept defeat, baby. Let’s just go and watch a movie,” Taehyung said.
“First, let me grant whatever wish y/n has,” Jungkook sighed. “What do you want to wish for?”
“Hm,” you hummed, rubbing your chin as if you were in deep thought. “I’ll think about it.”
Jungkooks mouth fell open. “Nah, you don’t even know what you want to wish for? Come on, y/n.~”
“What would you have wished for if you won, huh?” Jimin chuckled, placing a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.
Jungkook blushed and looked down at his lap. He had a wish in mind, but he wasn’t sure if it really counted as one.
“Come on. What were you going to ask for, hm?"
"I-I would’ve asked for another date."
"Of course, that would’ve been your wish,” Taehyung chuckled. “We can y/n out on a date sometime next week, Kookie.”
“Where do you think we should take her?” Jungkook asked. “We can think about that later. Let’s go watch some movies. y/n’s probably waiting for us in the living room."
"Wait, do we have any microwaveable popcorn? Do we have snacks?” Jimin asked, and they shrugged.
“We should have some snacks. Not sure about popcorn, though,” Taehyung frowned.
⨽summary: everything made sense to you, until it didn’t. you expected the name of your soulmate to appear on your shoulder the day you turned twenty one. and on the day of your twenty first birthday, that happened, but instead of one name, there were three.
⨽pairing: vminkook x reader
⨽genre: fluff , soulmate au , slow burn (?)
⨽warnings: none
⨽word count: 1.5k
⨽a/n: beginning to become a bit fluffy i think :)
It had been almost two weeks since you went on your first date with your soulmates. And the three idols were rather upset that they didn’t get to see you often due to their schedules.
“What’s our schedule for next week looking like?” Jimin asked with a sigh.
“We’re actually free next week!” Hoseok cheered, causing their eyes to widen.
“The whole week?” Jungkook asked, and Namjoon nodded. “Yup. I can finally spend some time with Jaymi.”
“Have you not spent enough time with her? Jaymi has been coming during practices, and you’re almost always at her place. I’m beginning to wonder how Dispatch hasn’t caught you yet,” Yoongi huffed.
“That’s because everyone thinks I can’t drive,” Namjoon chuckled before taking a sip of his coffee.
“Oh my gosh! Since we’re off next week, we can finally see y/n, too!” Taehyung cheered, clapping his hands. “We should ask her if she’s got anytime next week.”
“Have any of you guys seen their soulmate?” Hoseok asked.
“I have. I’ve talked to y/n too. The girl seems like a sweetheart.” Jin said, causing Taehyung to send him a glare. “Lucky. I was hoping to talk to her, but Taehyung ended their call before I got to see or hear her.”
“So her name is y/n?” Namjoon asked, causing Jin to gasp. “You haven’t told the others her name?”
“How long did it take for Namjoon to reveal what Jaymi Noona looked like? He wouldn’t tell us her name, either.” Jungkook said, raising his brow.
“I was shy, okay?”
“Why would you be shy off showing us who your soulmate is?” Yoongi asked. “I’d show my soulmate off.”
“As if. You’d take the longest to give us any information on that person,” Jimin laughed. “Anyway, why don’t we call y/n once we get home? Isn’t she in the middle of a class right now?”
“Yeah, she’s supposed to be in the middle of a Sociology lecture,” Jungkook said.
“You guys know her timetable?” Jin asked with wide eyes, and Taehyung hummed in response. “We didn’t know it off by heart, but we have it.”
“Is that not… weird?” Yoongi frowned, causing Namjoon to chuckle. “Nope. When Jaymi was still working time, I had a timetable of when her shifts were.”
“That’s flipping weird.”
“I honestly think it’s cute. I can’t wait to find my soulmate,” Hoseok sighed. “Me too, Hobi.”
“Wait, are we done for the day too?” Jungkook suddenly asked. “You know your soulmate’s timetable, but you don’t know your own?” Yoongi scoffed, causing Jungkook to send him a glare.
“I know our timetable, hyung. It’s almost always changing.”
“Yes. We have the rest of the day off, Jungkook.” Jin told him, giving him a small smile.
“Jiminie! Tae! Why don’t we go to y/n’s school and pick her up?” Jungkook asked as he checked the time. “If we leave now, we’ll get there just before her class ends!”
“You’re right. Let’s do that!” Taehyung said, getting up from his seat. “Let’s not tell her we’re coming. I want it to kind of be a surprise.”
“Look at how excited they’ve become,” Namjoon chuckled. “They suddenly gained all their energy when they realised they’d finally get to see their soulmate.”
The four other members watched as the soulmates grabbed their things and rushed to the door.
“Shut up, Namjoon. You were just and still are the same when it comes to Jaymi!” Jimin exclaimed before closing the door.
—
“Mingyu and I are going on a date tonight! That should honestly make my Friday ten times flipping better.” Yeonjun groaned as the two of you walked out of your Criminal Law lecture.
“You haven’t been able to go on dates because he’s been busy with work, right?” You asked, and he hummed in response.
“Yup! So I’m happy we finally get to spend some time together,” he cheered, causing you to sigh.
“I wonder when’s the next time I get to see the guys. As far as I know, we won’t be seeing each other for a while since their schedules are packed.”
“Ah, that’s right… your soulmates are flipping kpop idols…” Yeonjun muttered. “Don’t worry, babe. I’m sure you’ll see them soon!”
“Hopefully, I will. Anyway, what do you and Mingyu plan to do?” You asked. “Also, where are we supposed to meet Yuna?”
“Hm, probably a movie night? I don’t want much, hey… Just some time together. And uh, we’re supposed to meet up with Yuna at the entrance.” Yenjun told you, checking his phone to make sure he was correct.
“I’m so happy it’s Friday,” you sighed.
This week had been a bit stressful, and you just wanted to get home and rest.
“Friday~ Friday~ Fri- Oh, who’s calling?” You muttered. “Junnie? Be a dear and take my phone out of my backpack?”
Yeonjun groaned before opening your backpack and taking out your phone.
“Who’s calling?”
“Uh, Jungkook. Damn, you saved your soulmates with their names?” Yeonjun asked, handing you your phone. “Yeah… is there a problem with that?” You frowned.
“Pick up the call, sweetie. We’ll talk about this later.” You eyed him weirdly before answering the call.
“y/n~” Jungkook sang, causing you to smile. “Jungkook~ What’s up?”
“What’re you doing? Like right now?” He asked. “I just got out of class with Yeonjun, and we’re on our way to the entrance to find Yuna. What about you guys? Just finished practice?”
“Nope. We’re looking for you.” This time it was Taehyung that spoke. “Looking for me? What do you mean looking for me?”
“We were given the rest of today off, and we came here hoping to see you. We’re parked in a parking lot, where there weren’t many students around,” Jimin told you.
“You guys wouldn’t have seen me if you’re parked there. I’ll come there right now. Uh, how should I know it’s you guys?” You asked, picking up your pace.
“When we see you, we’ll hoot. - And I’ll stick my hand out and wave!”
“Alright. I’ll see you three in a bit,” you said before ending the call.
“Looks like somebody will get to see her soulmates after all,” Yeonjun teased, causing you to playfully roll your eyes.
“You looked so disappointed earlier. Thought it’d be long before you’d see those boys again, but look at you! All smiles and stuff.~”
“Yeonjun… shut up, will you?” You groaned, and he laughed. “There’s a lot more teasing to come, babe.”
You let out a sigh and shook your head. “Anyway, so what do you think we should get for lunch? Yuna- shoot! The three of us had plans!” You muttered before looking at your friend.
Yeonjun smiled. “It’s okay. You see us too often to turn down once in a while chance you get to see those guys. I’ll tell Yuna.”
You smiled before giving him a hug. “Thanks, Junnie. See you guys whenever!” You exclaimed before running out the entrance.
“y/n! There you are- did she run past me like that?” Yuna frowned as she watched your figure disappear.
“Her soulmates are here. So she’s going to spend time with them.” Yeonjun suddenly said, appearing behind her. “It’s hard to believe she was upset earlier.”
“What the heck, Yeonjun? Don’t do that!” Yuna exclaimed, clutching her chest as she tried to calm her beating heart.
“Sorry, babe. Anyway, Let’s go get food, shall we?”
—
“Where are they? Where are they?” You asked yourself once you reached the parking lot.
“Let me give them a call-” *Honk*
You quickly looked up, and in the distance was a black SUV with a hand sticking out of the window and waving at you.
“y/n!” You couldn’t help but laugh before making your way to the car.
The door slid open, just wide enough for you to get in. “Come!” Taehyung whispered-yelled, extending his hand for you to take.
As soon as you were pulled in, the door was quickly closed behind you.
“y/n!” Jungkook exclaimed, shifting aside, creating space for you to sit. “Sit here. Between Tae and I.”
“Hey, Jungkook. Hey guys…”
“Gosh, you don’t know how much we were dying to see you again,” Jimin smiled. “Mhm!” Taehyung agreed.
“I think our hyungs were tired of us constantly asking what our schedule looks like even though we know,” Jungkook chuckled. “Anyway, how was your day?”
“The same…”
“This week was tiring, huh?” Taehyung asked, and you hummed in response. “I feel exhausted, and I just want to rest.”
“Hm… do you want to go over to our place?” Jimin suddenly asked, causing his boyfriends to look at him wide-eyed. ’Huh?’
“Our plan was to go somewhere. But since you’re tired, we can just chill there. Unless you’re not comfortable with that yet…”
“Anything is fine. As long as I’m with you three… I don’t mind,” you softly chuckled before closing your eyes as you got comfortable. “Anything… is fine. As long as I’m with you…”
The three males couldn’t help but smile as they watched you slowly fall asleep.
‘You must’ve been super tired, huh?“ Taehyung whispered, gently moving your head to rest on his shoulder. "Mhm.”
“Is this okay?” He asked, and you nodded.
Taehyung hesitantly wrapped an arm around you before pulling you closer.
’You two look cute,’ Jimin mouthed before turning to the front.
⨽summary: everything made sense to you, until it didn’t. you expected the name of your soulmate to appear on your shoulder the day you turned twenty one. and on the day of your twenty first birthday, that happened, but instead of one name, there were three.
⨽pairing: vminkook x reader
⨽genre: fluff , soulmate au , slow burn (?)
⨽warnings: none ( i think)
⨽word count: 1.1k
⨽a/n: i kinda hate this part. i’ll probably improve it later lol.
“Tell me why those three have been staring into the distance with stupid smiles on their faces?” Yoongi asked as he looked at the lost looking members.
“They went out with their soulmate yesterday. I guess something must’ve happened. Like a kiss or something,” Jin chuckled.
“Reminds me of how Namjoon. He was like this when he and Jaymi Noona started going out,” Hoseok chuckled. “Yeah, but I’m better. This is three times worse than I was. Literally.”
Finally, snapping out of his thoughts, Taehyung let out a sigh. "Did I act like this when the other two kissed me on my cheek?"
"A kiss on the cheek!? Acting like this because of a kiss on the cheek?”
“You wouldn’t understand. It’s from a soulmate,” Namjoon told him. “And to answer your question. No. You guys did act out of it. A lot, actually, but it wasn’t to this extent. I think it’s because the three of you were already close before you found out you were soulmates.”
“I can’t wait to see her again,” Jungkook sighed. “Me too, Kook.”
“Unlucky for you, our schedule is packed this weekend and next week. Good luck trying to meet up with your soulmate again,” Yoongi grumbled, causing the three to frown.
“Yoongi!” Jin exclaimed. “What?”
“Don’t worry, guys. I’m sure you’ll be able to see her again soon!"
-
"So… how was it?” Yuna asked. “Yeah! I texted you last night. Heck, I even called, but you never picked up!” Yeonjun whined.
“It was good. Beat the boys in a dance game, but then Jungkook redeemed himself in a shooting game. I also discovered that they suck at claw machines,” you chuckled.
“So… did anything happen?” Yuna asked, wiggling her eyebrows. “Yeah, like a kiss or something…”
“If she kissed one of them, I bet you it was Jimin!” Yeonjun scoffed. “Just because she met him first doesn’t mean he’s the one who’s going to take her first kiss. I bet you it’s Jungkook-”
“It was literally our first date! I didn’t kiss any of them! Actually, I did… but it was on the cheek and…, and they had their masks on,” you told them as a pink tint spread on your cheeks.
“Now, why would you do that?” Yuna asked with wide eyes. “Why didn’t you pull their masks down, huh? At least one of them?"
"I couldn’t have possibly done that. I don’t even know how I mustered up the courage to kiss the guys on their cheeks!” Yeonjun let out a sigh as he sunk into his seat. “You’re hopeless. Way worse than I was."
"What? You had one soulmate. I have three,” you grumbled. “Such a comparison is unfair."
"When do you think the next time you guys will go out is?” Yuna asked. “I don’t know, honestly. The guys are idols, and I’m sure they’ve got busy schedules. It’ll honestly depend on the next time they’re free."
"Next time you go out, make a bolder move, babe. Like hold hands or- wait, did you even hold hands with any of them?” Yeonjun asked, and you slowly shook your head. “No…"
"Oh my gosh, and here we were thinking you would’ve already kissed them-"
"Come on! It was our first date. Why would you think that?” You groaned. “It was my first time going on a date…"
"Fine, but who do you actually think will be your first kiss-"
"We will not talk about that!"
-
"I’ve just gotten in,” you told him as you kicked off your shoes before closing the door behind you.
Taehyung had decided to give you a call just before you reached your apartment door.
“Good. How was your day?” he asked. “Hm, it was good. I didn’t have many lectures to attend today,” you said, making your way to your bedroom. “You? How was your day?"
"It was good too. We didn’t have dance practice today.”
“Do you not like your dance practices?” You asked with a chuckle. “Hm, not always. Sometimes it’s nice, but it can be really tiring. I just want to go on holiday,” Taehyung softly whined.
You let out a soft sigh as you plopped onto your bed. “When do you think you’ll get a break?”
“Not anytime soon. We’re preparing for our comeback… so yeah- Tae? Who are you on the phone with?” Your brows furrowed in confusion at the new voice. It didn’t sound like any of your other soulmates, so it was probably one of his members.
“With my soulmate- Oh? The one you just found?. Switch to video call. I wanna see her!"
"Sorry, y/n. Is it okay if we switch to video call? One of my older members would like to see you,” Taehyung asked. “Yeah, sure.”
“Hi,” you waved as soon as the call switched to video. “Hi.”
“Aye, look at you taking screenshots,” the male behind Taehyung chuckled. “Hyung…”
“Hi, there, pretty. My name’s Seokjin. Kim Seokjin but everyone just calls me Jin. Nice to meet you,” he introduced himself. “Nice to meet you too, Jin. My name’s y/n."
"You know, your soulmates were so out of it today. They kept staring into nothing with stupid smiles on their faces-"
"Hyung…” Taehyung interrupted, sending his friend a glare but Jin didn’t seem fazed by it at all. “Because you kissed them on the cheek. What made it funnier was all of them were out of it.” Jin laughed, which also caused you to laugh.
“Stop embarrassing us, hyung.”
“It’s not embarrassing, Tae. I’m sure y/n find it cute. Don’t you y/n?” Jin asked. “I do find it cute, actually,” you giggled, causing Taehyung to blush. “Awe, you’re blushing.~"
"Can you let us talk in peace?” He groaned, which only made Jin laugh. “I can’t wait to do this to you when you find your soulmate.”
“Pfft, as if I’d let you. Y- Jin, hyung! Where are you? I need your help!”
“Yes, go to wherever you’re needed and leave us alone,” Taehyung grumbled, causing you to giggle.
“Fine. It was nice talking to you, y/n. Let me do what this kid wants and leave you two alone. Bye, pretty~” Jin sang. “Bye, Jin."
"Flipping, finally,” Taehyung muttered before giving you a smile. “Sorry about that. He likes to tease us sometimes."
"It’s okay. Yuna and Junnie are like that too-”
“Oooh, who you’re on the phone with?” A new voice said. “I swear to God… why won’t you guys talk to y/n in peace?” Taehyung groaned, and you giggled. “y/n? Your soulmate? The one guys were gushing over? Oh, can I see her?”
“Oh my God! Remind me to never call you when I’m at the dorm, okay?"
"Okay,” you said with a laugh. ‘Looks like having him and the other two as my soulmates is going to be eventful.’
I started this series where the reader and Jungkook used to date but broke up because he didn’t want children. Years have gone by and the reader now has a son. Jungkook gets himself an invite to her son’s birthday party and they end up kissing.
I started reading it a while ago so I’m not sure if its be updated or not but when I first read it there was only one chapter.
I started this series where the members of BTS have powers and their mated to y/n so they invite her for a weekend but she brings her friend. So they try to ignore her and they do whatever they can to send the friend away. Eventually they use their powers to make her forget about her male friend because they were jealous.
