Summary:“After being invited to dinner at his hyungs’ girlfriend’s house, Jungkook finally got to be a part of that polyamorous relationship… Or, until then, he thought he was included too.
Dating six men was not an easy task, but you lived in harmony and much love. However, when the group’s maknae also tries to get into that relationship, things get more lively.”
Min Yoon-gi was the first to notice how the maknae looked at you from head to toe, bit his lips a few times and smiled back. And even if you were between your other two boyfriends, Seokjin and Taehyung, he couldn’t get even more jealous noticing the other man’s glares in his direction. The parties among the boys were already something relevant, to celebrate the last recording of the BE album, and the company’s actions, the boys were always excited about the group’s popularity, especially with the success that was being, this year was definitely theirs, again , bts was already one of the biggest groups today. The small party with the boys, staff and other groups took place in the company’s own building, which freed up one of the rooms and bought some snacks and drinks to accompany the celebration. Long time no minors, they released drinks to almost everyone, but left a small restraining order on txt and enhypen, their newest groups. So the elders and the managers were watching, especially the hyung line who had more responsibilities. Some of their boyfriends even looked at them, taking drinks from their hands and replacing them with sodas, they didn’t complain, they understood that they couldn’t overdo it. They had just gained freedom, not to mention the event they would have the next day. The interaction was cute.
Yoongi pressed the table hard as he faced his group brother, Jeon Jungkook. He also looked at him at times, he seemed to be making his hyung angry, but it could be Yoongi’s angry head. He didn’t want to fight with his little brother, especially when it came to petty things, like feeling jealous of something that was already completely his. He also knew you hated fights, and what he wanted least was a mess right now. Not that it wasn’t necessary, everyone knew you were dating six bts boys, but at times it seemed like none of that was remembered when you showed up at some events with them, especially when everyone in the company was gathered. The boys thought it was because of the lack that Jungkook felt, or even the lack of a female presence. They understood and didn’t bump into him when he, or even other groups, tried to talk and socialize, always praising you or making you laugh.
But then there was Min Yoongi, the big problem most of the time. He did feel jealous of you, it was not little, his jealousy was often possessive, it took you seriously. Which generated a lot of fights and restriction for all the other five boys, after all, when you fought with one, everyone felt the pain and prohibitions. However, today you were stunning with a red dress, it went up to your thighs, formed with a beautiful v between your breasts and the big neckline that appeared, open in the back and leaving the tattoo that you had on your back, heels and just a lipstick. Hoseok made you beautiful that night, he wanted to show you off to all the boys, he wanted to show the beautiful woman they had. The other boys, and especially Jungkook, couldn’t be more jealous of how lucky they were.
Maybe that’s why Jungkook wants your attention so much, because on top of everything else, everyone else would do anything to get some attention too. And that annoys Yoongi, Seokjin, Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung. But today your boyfriends were a little distant, each on one side of the room, which allowed a certain freedom for other men and women to talk to you. That’s why he had been the first to notice that conversation that was constantly flowing between you and the maknae, now left aside when Jin and Tae distanced themselves and decided not to interfere with the conversation. Yoongi’s jaw quivered in anger at the sight, knowing they did it to stress him out. And it was Jimin who noticed how his hyung was doing that night, followed by a Hoseok who slowly approached the older man and touched his shoulder, taking his attention away from you.
“Hey.” Yoongi commented distractedly, then looked back at you.
“Hey Suga! Take a break.” Hoseok looked in his direction and sighed deeply. “You know Jungkook has a crush on her. And you don’t want to start a fight right?"
"But that doesn’t negate the fact that he always teases me when we’re at events with her.” Yoon squeezed the table a little more, the third eldest knew that it was impossible to talk to him at these times. “I’ve been avoiding a possible fight for a long time, you know that."
"Give the maknae a break, he and our little brother. Someday those feelings will end because he’ll realize she already has us."
"I share her with you, Jin and three others, and I’m glad to do so. But adding Jungkook to this relationship is already too much. She doesn’t need seven boyfriends."
"I know that, and the others also agree with just the six of us. She doesn’t need jealousy, she only has eyes for us.” Yoongi pushed the chair he was sitting in and stood up soon after, looking intently at Hoseok. But before that, she noticed when the maknae touched her arm and gave her a brief caress, not missing the scoundrel smile afterwards.
“Then tell Jungkook to stop teasing me!” he took the wine cup and made his way to where you were.
As Jin, Namjoon and Taehyung realized where Yoongi was going, they took a deep breath. They knew that one of the most dominant in the relationship had a very overwhelming aura, so this party would not end well, and as soon as he got home they would have to listen to the fight between you. Mainly because whoever was with you at that moment was Jungkook, everyone knew how Suga got when the maknae mentioned her name. He went crazy, always making sure he never left her alone with him. And he would do it at this event, the problem was Jungkook taking advantage of the conversation between Jin and Taehyung to get closer to you. The Korean also knew that trying to talk to you while Yoon was around would be impossible, so enjoying the company of his other boyfriends was ideal, just as it worked.
“Having fun?” Yoon wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her towards him slowly. Jungkook didn’t notice his presence until he commented, so it took some of their attention and especially the maknae’s hands away from you.
“Jungkook was telling me how funny it is when everyone is together, and the adventures they have with the fans."
"Baby, I’m part of the group too, why didn’t you ask me?” you looked at Yoon and undid the smile on her face. That look, you knew him perfectly, you knew when he was in that way that everyone hated, especially you… But tonight nothing would get you out of your mind, so the best thing to do was ignore him. Yes, you decided to ignore Min Yoon-gi, that night was so beautiful that you decided to be a little bitch for him. As it used to be most days, her boyfriends had to take care of it. It was great to piss everyone off, because at the end of the day, I always got something from everyone, which I loved.
“I can make you more comfortable."
"No Jungkook, please stay. I like talking to you.” His hands quickly took Yoon’s hands off your waist and soon you found yourself prioritizing Jeon over your boyfriend, which in a way had been one of the worst mistakes.
Her other boyfriends watched the conversation warily, but they were surprised when it happened, when she prioritized someone outside the relationship over them. This had never happened in a year and a half, it was something new for everyone. Then Jimin and Hoseok laughed at what had happened, knowing that today was going to be a long night, and they couldn’t wait to get home soon. Sex with all six was not taboo and far from being, it happened a few times, maybe once a week, and everyone loved it when it happened, especially you who felt fulfilled.
"You know, it will be fun.” Hoseok said, still smiling. How angry Yoongi was.
“Dinner would be fine too. You know, just us and Jeon.” Jimin left the other two with a question mark on their foreheads.
“You want to see him even angrier, don’t you?” Hoseok stepped in too, earning a smile from him.
“Come on, it will be fun. Jungkook is my best friend, he would love to be invited.” Jimin left Hoseok confused, but only the main dominator Kim Namjoon understood what he meant. Still smiling and agreeing with his idea.
Imagining this, he also followed where you were. Always being careful not to draw the attention of the other boys anymore, but Jin and Taehyung couldn’t help but look and assume that something was really going on. Then they said goodbye to the composers and followed the direction of the other two men, situated in the same place. Namjoon overheard a small snippet of the conversation he was having with Jungkook, while Yoongi was just short of committing his first manslaughter, against his own brother. But, the light at the end of the tunnel, just as the leader arrived at the right time and right moment to ease the uncomfortable atmosphere, it was always him. The miraculous leader of the bangtan boys; Kim Namjoon.
“Hello Baby.” you looked towards Nam and smiled at him, soon feeling one of your hands touch his chin and pull it in for a small kiss. “I see you’re agitated tonight, that’s good. What’s the matter?"
"We talked about the group, our routines, nothing much.” Jungkook just smiled.
“Having fun, honey?” Nam squeezed his waist and Yoon took that as an invitation, soon letting a smile escape his lips. They both understood each other so well.
“Of course! But can we go home? These heels are killing me.” A small pout formed on her lips. It wasn’t the heels that were bothering you, it was the heavy atmosphere between you guys, caused by Yoongi. The one who’d promised not to break up the party.
“Sure baby, go with Yoongi. Me, Jin and Hoseok still need to stay to take the other boys home.” he smiled, kissing her lips again. “Say goodbye to our golden maknae, love.” Nam loved showing everyone who was the main dominator in your relationship. Even if the other men didn’t listen to him, it didn’t bother them, because in the end you would also obey everyone else… Only in bed, because outside of it they were your personal puppies. "See you later, Jungkook.“
"See you later, love.” Yoongi held her hand tightly and pulled her with him as far away from that room as possible. On the way to the parking lot and the personal car that had come.
“Love! Slow down, I’m wearing heels.” he pushed his body against the nearest wall and leaned against you, bringing your wrist to head height and holding tight.
“I already told you not to make me jealous, especially with that brat. Have you forgotten the rules or do you need me to remind you of them?” seeing Yoongi angry caused you a huge feeling inside, something good and joyful, you knew that the night would be very far away and it wouldn’t take long for the boys to gather too, however, reminding you of the rules caused a certain… Anxiety.
“I did not forget.” In the relationship there were some rules for the good coexistence of the poly relationship, it was something related to BDSM; submission, domination, masochism, etc. Namjoon created most of them, the rest the other boys added after studying his body. All took off each one. You memorized them all and loved each one, especially the degradation. “Excuse!"
"No, that’s not how it works, love. You know that. Let’s go home and there you’ll better apologize to me."
Namjoon and Jungkook continued their conversation slowly, while Jimin and Taehyung headed towards the parking lot, after saying goodbye to their friends.
"Having fun while talking to my girl?” Jungkook smiled weakly. “Stop teasing your hyung, he might end up killing you."
"Hyung, you know it’s impossible to ignore her, especially when she comes with such a beautiful outfit."
"I understand. Well, will you be free tomorrow night?"
"Probably so. Any plans?"
"We’re having dinner at home tomorrow, would you like to attend?” Jungkook swallowed hard. He had never been invited to his house, now he would accompany him to a dinner, it was quite a surprise. He wondered why that was now, when in fact it was pissing them all off… But they didn’t seem to mind the petty attitudes.
“Of course I did! What time would it be?"
"Nineteen hours. Don’t be late."
"You can. Would you like me to take something?"
"Some drinks, not too strong. You know, my girl doesn’t like heavy drinks.” Namjoon smiled again and looked around, seeing that Jin and Hoseok were already moving the other boys to the dorm. “Is it arranged?"
"Yes sure!"
"Great! Come on, I’ll drop you off at your apartment.”
Thisis my first story,my official language is not English, so I apologize if something went wrong… I hope you like the picture, I’ll bring you more chapters soon! ♡
I would be very grateful if you guys help me by RT, favorites or even commenting. If not, just reading it is good enough! Thank you for reading the prologue and see you later.
He takes you in his arms, a hand on your back, the other under your knees, and picks you up effortlessly. You fall limply against him, head resting against his chest, eyes closed tight, the tremor no longer as prominent as it had been when you reached out to him, pleading a silent cry of help because your legs could no longer support your body up.
Mingyu watches you carefully for a moment, brows knitted slightly together upon the sight of red around your neck and the weariness which lies on your face.
You’re tired. Drained. And he wishes he had the power to take all your pains away in a heartbeat but the world doesn’t work like that and you’re left to suffer your own wounds alone.
When he looks up to find your previous lovers watching your limp body held in his arms, he questions what goes on in their heads.
Are they worried? Angry? Upset?
They caught you in a moment of weakness, something he knows you will most definitely come to grow angry with yourself for, and found out a secret you had hidden away in your heart to stay. As compared to everything you’ve gone through, they only know so much, but how does finding out the lover that they threw away had suffered through something they never knew about make them feel?
Daejung had scarred you physically and mentally and being in that room with him, being made a laughing stock, he wonders how they view you at this moment right here.
Mingyu turns around from their hard gazes, refusing to let their eyes linger on you any longer because he knows that they don’t deserve to feel concerned. Not after everything they’ve done to you. He still doesn’t know the complete story, perhaps he never will, but he knows enough to understand that among the living hell you walked through, they betrayed your trust and left you to fall.
He walks away from the scene, a tense silence filling the air saved by the sound of his footsteps walking down the hall.
Yuna opens the doors for him to get out once he’s made his way through and Dasom holds an umbrella over the two of you. Under the sound of the heavy rain, the three of them walk side by side in silence, brows heavily knitted together, while you remain unconscious in Mingyu’s arms.
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A blink in the wake, a blur in the eyes, before you can finally adjust to the light in the room. Your head falls heavy, a shot of ache against your temple when you sit up, and as you feel around your neck, you find white bandages wrapped around them.
The memories of what had happened flash in your head just as vividly as it was when you faced Gwon Daejung head-on, letting you know just how well your mind will refuse to let go of it any time soon.
This was what you feared; remembering the very things that you’ve buried away long ago.
Yet how do you think you can possibly go on to live a life of freedom if you can’t face the enemies of your past? You can’t. You have to get rid of every last one of them. Staring at the invisible shackles that wrap around your wrists, you fear the things you will have to face.
If meeting Daejung made you this much of a mess, you wonder how it will be when you meet the others. Your hands tremble beside you when you think about it, hating every last second of it as the sound of rain falls prominent outside the windows. The room you’re in is bright as compared to the outside world yet when you turn to look outside, you feel as if you belong there and not here.
But then again, what difference does your room make as compared to the darkness of the outside world? It’s dark both inside and out.
Ah, you don’t like it. You don’t like it at all.
You try to call out for someone, a name, yet nothing comes out as if your voice is stuck against your very own throat, and the memories of Daejung’s hands wrapped around your neck flashes back.
You ball your hands into fists, brows furrowed, head lowered. Why are you so weak? Why are you so damn weak?
You throw the blankets off you and rush to try and walk out of your room. But you don’t get even a footstep in when your legs give in underneath you, failing miserably, and you find yourself sat right on the floor beside your bed.
Weak again.
“You are not allowed to be weak,” you hear your father’s voice in the back of your head. “If you show me any signs of weakness, I will kill you right now. Don’t think I won’t do it.”
Oh, you knew he would. He’d kill you in a heartbeat.
Once he came to know of your potential, your strength, your ability to listen and heed his every word, your lack of hesitation to kill a man for him while carrying all the scars there were to carry in order to get stronger, he grew even more powerful as his role of the puppeteer.
You were his doll to control, his puppet.
And there was nothing that you did to go against him.
You stare at the floor mindlessly, body hunched over, head lowered, with your hands right beside your head, trembling hard.
Daejung. Daejung. Daejung.
He’s dead. He’s gone. He can’t hurt you. He never did for years after your escape but for the longest time, he remained in your head, mentally draining you for nights on end.
Just four days. You stayed with him for four days and he remained scarred in your heart for the rest of your life. How many more people will you have to prepare to face? How many more are there left for you to get rid of? You don’t want to face them. Ah, you don’t want to face them.
You reach out as if someone will be there to catch it, as if there will be someone you can hold onto when you feel as if everything is falling apart and nothing is going right.
You reach out, and feel someone take hold of it.
“Y/N.” You look up with a bit of shock, not expecting someone to catch your hands, but there he is, the very man who kept you warm for the longest time without ever leaving your side.
“I’m cold, Mingyu,” you tell him like a needy little child, crawling into his arms as if seeking out the warmth from the love of her parents. He doesn’t hesitate to hold you.
How many years has it been since Mingyu first reached out to you? When he held his arms around you, transferring his warmth onto you when you shivered in his presence? For the longest time he had always been the one to make the first move as any caring older sibling would, selflessly keeping you warm in his arms, never one to force you to speak a word when you fell silent. You don’t remember when you first sought out him, for his comfort, his hearth, but you remember Mingyu always being there whenever you needed him.
He was always there.
You let your ear fall against the beat of his heart, wanting to steady yourself, to feel composed again because you hate feeling out of control, you hate it when the world gets the best of you.
“I can’t control it,” you tell him in a whisper, desperately trying to search for some sort of answer to tell you what to do, and right now only Mingyu is in your line of sight. “I can’t control it,” you repeat again, stronger, more frantic, as your hands tremble against his blazer, clenching onto them tightly as you look up at him for answers.
He remains calm, a somewhat exasperated sigh leaving his lips with a small rueful smile looking down at you. “Sure you can. You’ve done it for years,” he reminds you kindly.
But you shake your head, hating this more than ever. “Because father forced me to and now..now that father’s gone…Now that he’s gone, I don’t know how to—”
Mingyu takes ahold of both your shoulders when you begin to stray away, eyes frantically searching the room, and brings you back to focus on him. “Do not rely on your father, Y/N. He is not your control, he is your disorder.”
Your disorder.
Disorder.
Disorder.
“But that’s all I know, Mingyu.” You speak those words like a plea, a prayer to take you out of his cuffs, to set you free from him, because you know that no matter what happens, you will never be able to truly let go of your father. A part of you will always be with him just as a part of him will always remain with you.
Why did you have to love him so desperately when you were younger? Why did you always crave for his love and attention? He never cared, never batted an eye your way. Only when he found you useful, a pawn, were you met with those eyes of his. It was toxic but you held onto those eyes, those eyes that found you and kept you chained up as a puppet in his hands.
As long as he paid attention to you, you wanted to be of use to him in any way possible.
Seokjin taught you to hold your head up high, to never shake before others underneath you.
Yoongi taught you beauty and kindness hidden behind an unmovable strength.
Hoseok taught you to rest, to rely on others, and that a single embrace would be enough to dispel all exhaustion and suffering.
Jimin taught you to free yourself from rules and laws, to enjoy in the moment and revel in its thrill.
Taehyung taught you to let go, to release yourself from the tensions, to let the tears flow not just when you needed it but when you wanted to.
Jungkook taught you innocence and vulnerability concealed underneath a hard exterior.
And Namjoon taught you to be the calm in the storm. He taught you control, he taught you power. He taught you how to stand before a crowd even if you were never successful in practice. He taught you that while it was important to conceal your emotions before others, it was just as important to let your walls down before your most trusted ones.
He taught you the balance of controlling your emotions.
Now everything’s burned down into flames and all that’s left is you right in the center, unable to escape.
“All I know is disorder.” You whisper into the room once more, eyes rounding about as your hands tremble against the opening of Mingyu’s blazer. “I can’t be perfect. I can never be perfect. Not for him, not for me, not for anyone.”
“I’m not asking you to be perfect.” He stops you once more, holding onto both your hands as if taking the tremor for himself, to induce control, to show you a sturdy foundation that you were never allowed to rely on. “When you shake, Y/N, when you tremble, I will be your control.” He squeezes your hands that are wrapped around his own, face written with a firm and strong expression so transient, so beautiful. “So be the storm as much as you’d like, whether you can help it or not, and I will be your calm.”
The world falls heavy against your shoulders, darkness surrounding your every corner. Even in this very room which shelters itself from the crying storm outside, you still feel as if you are a part of the rain.
But here is Mingyu, letting you lean against him, falling into your storm despite the fact that he can easily escape it if he really wanted to. But he doesn’t.
He doesn’t run, he doesn’t leave.
Just like Yuna.
Just like Dasom and Yeonjun and the rest of the Reapers that have kept by your side since the day you saved them.
Mingyu holds you steady and the tremor in your body begins to weaken little by little. You feel your heartbeat slowly settling, though you know that a storm still resides there, not wanting to ever leave. In the darkness of your heart, the storm which seems to only grow day by day, he is your calm, he is your control.
Almost like a soulmate. A platonic soulmate.
The grip you had against his clothes falls and you let your head rest against his chest, listening to the beat of his heart.
You can do this. You can control your ire, your fears, your weaknesses that wishes to unveil you. You can regain control once again.
You can regain control.
Two knocks against your door and you hear familiar footsteps walking right in but you remain still in Mingyu’s arms.
“We may have a problem, boss,” Yuna alerts with a careful approach. “Mr. Kim would like to discuss it with you. He’s sent a letter in and asked of you to visit him when you woke.”
You sigh. “What’s the problem?”
“Close allies of Daejung couldn’t handle his assassination so—”
“So they figured it out.”
“It is only speculations at the moment.”
You let yourself fall silent and nothing but the sound of the storm outside can be heard. For a long while you sit there doing absolutely nothing, while a mess of darkness scribbles all throughout your mind, wanting to take you in.
You listen to Mingyu’s heartbeat.
A second.
Two.
Three.
And your eyes shift from that desperate little girl to a void of emotions, a blanket of boredom, blankness, and bland masking your face.
You sit up a little straighter to grab a light sheet of blanket off your bed and wrap it around yourself, not ever leaving Mingyu’s lap. “Speculations or not, they’ll still try to come after me.” You take a long look at your legs for a moment, wondering if you can stand up well but eventually give up to look up at Mingyu. “Carry me.”
He hesitates initially. “You need more time to—”
“I don’t need time. I’m fine.”
So when worrying doesn’t work, Mingyu resorts to narrowing his gaze at you, returning to his usual playful self because anything else will anger you. “Surely you can walk on your own, kid. I’m not your slave.”
“You sure look like one. How long have I been out?” You deadpan.
He looks away with hesitation. “…Three days.”
“You know I hate sleeping and you left me unconscious for that long. My legs are weak.”
Mingyu lets out an exasperated sigh as he goes to stand with you in his arms, knowing not to argue with you because he knows he always loses. “Yes, yes, your highness.”
“Your legs aren’t that weak, are they?” You hear the worry in Yuna’s voice. “Should I call for a doctor?”
“No,” you shake your head although Yuna cannot see it. “I can walk on my own if I try, this is just Mingyu’s punishment.”
The older gentleman simply rolls his eyes.
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“You should have taken some more time to heal,” Namjoon says after Mingyu takes his leave upon being there to set you down.
You stare at him for a moment, thinking with nothing but a blank expression. You’re used to this, not resting after a hard mission even if your body had taken a toll from it. Father never allowed you to rest so you’ve managed to get better at getting right up once you finish a mission, ready for another one right away.
But you remember always reminding Namjoon and the others to rest when they could, to never push themselves against their limits, fretting over their injuries, scolding them when they went too far. You never understood the complexity of the mafia but you knew that not allowing your body to properly heal was important and that was that.
They grew to take care of themselves more because of you, learned to rest, learned to heal properly.
You never had someone to remind you of such things because even when your loyal secret Reapers tried, what would be the point in listening to them when your father’s words were law? He stood above everyone, threatening your life while you held on by a piece of thread.
“You don’t matter. Get up and fight even if you have to die.”
His words were law.
“I’m fine,” you say, dismissing Namjoon’s concern with a turn of your head to the side, catching sight of the outside through the window. “I hear I might be wanted now,” you say nonchalantly with no emotions on your face or tone. “Do they know you’re involved?”
“There’s a high chance I will be linked with you, being as I’m allied with you and Mr. Gwon. Gwon was never one to choose his allies casually after all.”
“You knew the risks when accepting my request, didn’t you? I presume you’ve already chosen a side, then.”
“Well, you did promise me information on my brother.”
“Right.”
Now isn’t the time though and Namjoon knows that. “What do you plan on doing?” He asks, his eyes staring pointedly your way.
You give him a simple answer. “Take out whoever tries to come after me.”
“You do understand there are many risks to that, don’t you?”
“Oh don’t worry. My next target is another man allied to Daejung so the situation is actually rather helpful,” you tell him nonchalantly as you take a sip of the drink before you. “They’ll come after me and I’ll get rid of them just like how I got rid of Daejung.”
Namjoon sits there for a second, his eyes narrowing as he realizes something. “You have this all planned out from the very beginning, don’t you?”
“Everyone is linked to something, Namjoon, including you and I. Taking out the first target is what brings everyone together, just like how you came back into my life after I killed my father. Though of course, I never expected to meet you there at the time.”
“So you intended to meet eventually.”
“I need your power,” you tell it straight to his face, eyes peeking over the porcelain cup in your hand. “Just like how I was used in your game of chess, I’m making my use of you now. Position and power matter after all, and without influence, a strong and ambitious hero is nothing but another sidekick. Who gets the recognition in the end? The hero who took hold of the people’s hearts and minds. And the sidekick? They simply get kicked off to the curb and will alwaysbe second to the hero. That’s why so many heroes turn into villains.”
Villains.
Every villain has a story, a tragic past that caused them to become the person that they are. They never chose the path, life forced their hands.
And now here you are, playing the role of a villain who may never return to the light. What’s so bad about being a villain anyway? They always get what they want while the hero remains a people pleaser and will always need that validation from others in order to remain relevant. So what happens when those people turn against them and no longer approve of them?
They fall.
Just the way you did.
On your knees, begging for attention, begging for love. Namjoon was right about one thing, it was quite shameless of you to do such a thing. A shameless little fool who didn’t know when to stop, who was so desperate for love she needed others to keep her at bay in order to remain stable. A shameless fool who was too stupid to realize no one stays forever.
They will always leave in the end.
Just like they did.
“Thank you for being one of those people who made me realize that,” you set the cup onto the table, eyes void of emotions even as the corners of your lips curl upwards. “You played your role well, Kim Namjoon. Being hurt by you made me realize a lot of things even though it took me some time. I won’t be blinded by false promises and hold onto false hope anymore.” You stand from your seat and ignoring the way it trembles slightly underneath you, you offer Namjoon something. “I’d like to show you something, if you have the time.”
He checks the watch on his wrist and stands. “One hour,” he states, and you begin to walk off with him not too far behind.
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“My lady.” The second a man in a grey suit sees you, he is quick to lower his head in a respectful manner.
You whisper some words to him and he nods obediently before running off at your command. Meanwhile, Namjoon stands there, slight suspicion falling your way when you turn back to him, standing still. “He doesn’t belong to the mafia, does he?”
“I have loyal members outside of the darkness,” you tell him, “in case anything goes wrong and I need help elsewhere.” He looks around the building, observing the fancy white structure and when the man returns again, he holds a wooden box to you who takes it after a word of appreciation.
“For you,” you say as you hand him the box when the man walks away.
Namjoon’s brows furrow with confusion. “Me?”
“I’ve kept them safe for all these years, hidden through people like him where my father was unable to get to.” You begin to walk towards an area that leads towards a large white balcony and Namjoon follows, staring at the box. “It belongs to your brother.”
He freezes for a moment, staring at you who leans her forearms against the balcony, eyes staring straight ahead as you let the wind flow through your hair.
His brother, you said. Whatever could be in here?
He opens the box carefully to find envelopes after envelopes on top of one another, each of them almost completely blank and without a name except for three little initials written on the bottom right corner.
KNJ.
None of them have been opened.
“He gave them to you?” Namjoon asks, looking up at you.
You shake your head. “I found them.”
The night of his murder, even though you were still shaken up pretty badly, you rummaged through Mister Butler’s belongings, quick to grab anything that looked important, and hid them away so your father couldn’t find them. Initially, that wasn’t hard. After all, no one ever comes into your room, hence that was the best place to hide it, but once you grew older and had a better understanding of things, once you learned to make an impact on people’s lives, you had his belongings sent away.
Far, far away from the manor.
Away from your father’s eyes.
Because there was no way he killed Mister Butler just because the two of you cared for one another. Maybe that was part of the reason but your father was too much of a wicked man to ever tell you the truth about his death.
To this day it’s still a mystery because even though you were the one who went through Mister Butler’s belongings, you never dared to ever look around and read through everything.
They were his things after all, his secrets.
You never dared to look into them.
“I assume he wrote those with no intent to send them to you,” you say, reminded of where you had found those letters. “They were all stuffed away, as if what he wrote were something like a diary to a brother he could no longer see.”
A diary written to a brother he could no longer see.
Why did he disappear with no intent to return?
Why?
Why?
If his father was here, he’d know the truth, force it out of him, but Namjoon knows more than anyone that would only harm him. Yet he falls so desperate to find out the truth behind his brother’s disappearance.
“What was he to you?” He asks, eyes hardening as he stares at you with accusation.
You ignore it to speak your truth. “A man I loved.” Namjoon’s brows furrow at your confession but you look over to the side to meet his eyes. “A father. A brother.”
“Did you know he belonged to another gang?”
“How could I have known? I was sheltered from a lot of things, remember?” You remind the man. “Whatever his purpose was to infiltrating the Reapers’ manor, the me then had no idea except for the fact that he was a kind man who always stood by my side.”
For a second there he can almost see the girl he knew then. Your eyes are gentle when you speak about his brother, softness in your words, tenderness in your expression. It’s subtle and you’d have to look very carefully but it’s there.
And for a moment he falls awestruck by how soft you look right now.
The wind which had been stronger moments ago slows down into a little more than a gentle zephyr. Your hair blows as the sun shines against the blush of your skin.
You used to be as soft as this — no, softer then — but even as the years have changed so much of you, the way you speak about his brother in such a manner, Namjoon knows not to mistake that with a false pretense.
Nothing about your expression is fake. You held onto his brother dearly and Namjoon wonders what happened in those years his brother had been your butler. What’s the story? What happened? And how did he disappear?
Suddenly he feels a dagger-like gaze from far away and his body automatically tenses up. A glance over his shoulder, the wooden box falling from his hands, and Namjoon’s quick to take your shoulder and hide you in his arms as a sharp pain pierce through his shoulder.
“Namjoon!” You gasp when he hurls over, a hand quick to clutch against the shoulder that had just gotten shot.
“Go.” He demands when you knelt down with alarm and upon his words, you quickly rush up to your feet and jump down from the balcony.
You land in a safe position, eyes scanning the area like a hawk and once you catch sight of a slip of a black figure, you’re flying past a few people and cars to catch up.
Only things don’t work too well in your favor as the strength in your legs weakens abruptly and your knees fail you as you fall hard onto the ground. You wince at the pain, realizing you’re still dealing with the aftermath of the fight with Daejung and just as you’re about to grunt with frustration, someone is quick to pick you up and run towards where the figure had run off to.
You don’t question Jungkook as you put one arm around his neck to keep yourself steady while the other reaches for the gun around your belt.
The man in black is just up ahead, running in a flash and into the woods as Jungkook keeps up with his pace. With your eyes keeping close contact with the flashing black through the greens and browns of the woods, you set your gun aiming at his figure, and in three seconds count, you pull the trigger and his figure disappears somewhere deeper in.
“I got him on the leg, let him go,” you speak into the intercom of your earpiece before patting Jungkook on the chest. “Let’s go back.”
“What? You’re gonna let him go?” He asks in disbelief.
“There’s a high chance he’ll be at the place I plan on going in a few days, I’ll take my revenge there,” you say. “In the meantime, your boss just got hurt so we should head..—ah,” you groan at the pain that pieces sharply against your leg, and Jungkook looks down with worry.
“Did he get you?”
You shake your head. “No, it was from the jump.”
“You’re still hurt from three nights ago, aren’t you?” He settles you down onto the ground and rolls up your dress pants to check on your leg. Thankfully it’s the left leg, thankfully he won’t have to see that scar left on your right leg from the night you pulled your ring out because you realized you deserved better. “You’re too reckless, Y/N.” You see the way his brows furrow when he finds your leg bandaged up but you still decided to jump from a balcony. “You’ve sustained injuries from Daejung so you shouldn’t be doing too much or else you’ll leave a permanent scar. Can you walk?” He asks as he goes to check your other leg but you’re quick to pull it back from him.
“No,” you say while refusing to meet his eyes.
You can feel his gaze on you but eventually, Jungkook sighs as he stands to carry you in his arms once more, this time to return to the building you left Namjoon in.
No words are exchanged from there, just an awkward silence you refuse to take away.
“You’re injured.” You point out blankly once the two of you have returned, finding your ex-husband on the steps waiting for you as Yoongi stands beside him, holding onto the wooden box that had fallen when he took the bullet from you.
Namjoon looks up with an observing stare at the way Jungkook’s carrying you. “And you can’t walk once more.”
You shrug when Mingyu walks up to you and Jungkook, his eyes a hard stare as he holds his hands out to take you back from Bangtan’s maknae. For some reason, silence fills the moment and they face off in a staring contest none of them are willing to back down from.
You sigh.
How childish.
And reach out for Mingyu, causing Jungkook’s brows to furrow a bit but he eventually willingly lets you go to your second in command. Once secure there, you face Namjoon once more.
“They were aiming for me, weren’t they?” When he nods to confirm your speculation, you think back on the man who had run hard for his life, brows furrowing as you wonder why he would recklessly do such a thing in the open air when you were literally in a meeting with another member of such an influential mafia. “Will you let me take care of this?”
“Seems you weren’t expecting this.”
You shrug. “I have my ways of working through things but whatever people do in response is a script I do not write up. I knew someone would strike out in public but for it to happen while you were with me is quite a surprise. Surely they know who you are, no?”
“It’s likely to confirm whose side I’m on.”
“Well then, I guess you’re as guilty as I now.” He shrugs. “You don’t regret it?” You ask, noting at his injury. “You do realize that associating with me will only bring you more conflict, no? I am now the public’s enemy.”
“I’m already head deep, Y/N.”
“Then if you’re up for it, in three days’ time, I will make my next move.”
He looks beyond the scenery, right into the woods where the man had run towards. “If you continue to keep this up, Y/N, you’ll eventually wear yourself out,” he says, noting the way you can’t even seem to walk on your own. “The way you’re going about things is dangerous.”
“My hit list is filled with powerful people, what did you expect? It’s not as if I asked to be associated with them,” you say with a lighthearted shrug. “And if you keep this facade up, eventually I might believe you’re actually worried about me.” With a pat against Mingyu’s shoulder, he begins walking away, leaving the scene so the two of you can climb into a black vehicle that had just pulled up for you.
The three that were left behind simply stare at the moving vehicle until it disappears into the distance.
.
.
.
“The invitation came as expected.”
You take the red envelope that Mingyu hands to you, a leg crossing over the other with a blank stare at the fancy golden letters spelling out your name. “Seems he really is a fool,” you utter as you read the content of the letter to make sure it was true. “Who in their right mind would send an invitation to the woman who killed one of his most important allies?” You laugh a little when you think about it. “He really plans to cage me in, huh?”
“Are you actually planning on involving Bangtan in this?”
You shrug at Mingyu’s question. “They’ll be invited to the party but whether they want to get involved is all on them. Whether they do or not does not change the fact that I plan on killing Jummy that night. Something tells me it’ll be a big headache though.”
“That man doesn’t hesitate to act out on his anger.”
You sigh when you think about it. “Well, it’ll be fun playing with his feelings for a while. Get ready.”
“Yes, boss.”
.
.
.
With a tight fitted black dress that almost hits the floor when you walk and a long slit upon your left leg, Hoseok cannot help but simply stare at the woman he sees walking into the room. Even in a crowded room that fits many guests who also have on their own formal gowns, you grab ahold of the room’s attention the second you step foot into the room.
Hair rested in a pretty updo, you let a hand gracefully swat the straying hair in the front, eyes looking up to scan the room and despite holding the attention of almost everyone in the room, you pay them no mind as you walk along, steps bold and unwavering, standing tall and proud without a blink to your eyes.
You’re so different from who you used to be then. You used to be more hesitant and meek, always seeking to instinctively hide behind others. You hated the attention that always seem to draw your way. After all, who can ever deny such attractive beauty? So you always kept your head down, eyes lowered, and kept to their sides whenever possible.
But now, whether you’re beginning to embrace the attention or not, he cannot tell, but you sure are handling it better than you did then. You’ve learned to stand on your own.
He can’t help but feel a little skip against the beat of his heart, proud of your newly found confidence.
“It’s only been three days but you seem to be walking well again.” When you approach him, Hoseok doesn’t hesitate to offer you a drink. The two of you fall under the attention of others but decide to ignore them. After all, everyone at this point understands you to be Daejung’s murderer.
You take the champagne glass, swirling it well for a moment as your brows furrow slightly. “I’m not too fond of these types of dresses,” you admit with a scowl.
He chuckles a little. “Well, it does suit you rather well.”
“Careful, your boyfriends might get mad at you if they were to hear such compliments made to me.”
He shrugs with a slight roll of his eyes. “They’ll get over it.”
When you look at him, you wonder how Hoseok dealt with the aftermath of your leaving. He had been the only one who seemed to care until the very end, while the rest of them let you be when Namjoon decided to stop being the good husband he once was. They all grew distant except for Jung Hoseok who had no idea what was even happening outside the room he had been hospitalized in.
It was you who grew distant with him.
You wanted to hold onto hope, to him, but knew it was impossible when it came to such a relationship, so you had to let him go.
“Why?”He would repeat that question. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Sounding so broken and hurt, angry but his anger was never intended to be directed your way. Hoseok could never get angry, not with you, not ever.
He was angry at himself, for not being there for you, for not being enough, for not knowing. He was angry at the boys who decided to let you go. He was angry at everyone but you, begging and pleading that somehow, in some way, things would be okay again.
But it was too late for that. You had made your decision, deciding to free yourself from them and to return to the dreaded hellhole you were so used to.
A part of you always wondered what could have happened were you to give in to his words and give it another chance but even the you then understood that nothing could be done to save your relationship. It was already too late, whether you and Hoseok wanted to admit it or not.
You wonder if he fought for you. He probably did.
You wonder if he punched any of them. He probably did.
You wonder how long he loved you until he eventually gave up. You wonder how they made up, if the rest of them find him suspicious in some ways now that you’re back, whether they question his feelings, whether he still loves you or not.
No.
It’ll do you no good to have such intrusive thoughts.
The past is done, you’re over it.
You’re over it.
“Well, well, well.” The two of you look up to find the man of the hour who approaches you with a sly little grin as he holds his arms out, and you straight up, eyes staring him down with your guard up. “Seems you were shameless enough to attend this party in honor of Mr. Gwon.”
You know he’s trying to humiliate you, to have you cornered and stared down by the crowd but you don’t give him the benefit. “Isn’t it more shameless to invite the woman who’s the cause for this dreaded party to exist in the first place?”
“So you admit to your crime.”
You shrug. “Why hide it when everyone already knows? That’d be quite foolish of me. It would seem as if I regretted my decision in eliminating him.”
Jummy’s brows crease. “What bold words, little miss Reaper. I’m surprised such a small little thing like you who used to submit to everything your father said has turned into the boss herself. I didn’t know you had such the potential.”
Quite a close ally of your father’s. You remember his face well, how can you not? Out of all the people your father used against you, he was one of the more prevalent ones, a true villain who thought the world of himself. For some time he acted as if he was on your side — you never believed it, of course, how could you trust so easily after what Bangtan had done to you?
So eventually when his tactics didn’t work, he resorted to being your father’s fist.
You cannot count the many times your father would use him to punish you, the many times his hand rose against you, the many times that familiar sly smirk of his formed along his lips, laughing and laughing hysterically, a proud man for being your father’s little puppet.
The amount of hate this man has by your loyal members and you will never cease to exist.
Yuna’s probably the happiest knowing he was the next person on your hit list.
“You were such a well-behaved little girl.” When he tries to reach out to hold your face, you take a step back as Hoseok takes ahold of his wrist, stopping him from doing so with a warning glare. “Ah, Jung Hoseok,” he turns to the man, finally acknowledging his presence as he shakes his hand off with a fake smile. “Good to see you here, huh? Where’s Mr. Kim?”
“He has more important business to attend to,” Hoseok states flatly without a filter.
“Well, being as he aided little miss Reaper here upon getting to Daejung, I had expected he wouldn’t have come.”
Hoseok’s brows furrow. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Such a traitor.”
“In a world where power is the most important,” you cut in with a swirl of your drink, “don’t you think he made quite the wise decision to back me up? Mr. Kim has good eyes for who he decides to ally himself with, even if that means betraying someone along the way. If they’re weak, why keep them by your side?”
Just as how he threw you out of his life when you became of no use to him.
“You on the other hand just love to suck up on anyone in position no matter who they are.”
The smirk on Jummy’s face twitches slightly, his facade slowly breaking. “What did you say?”
“Just like the way you obeyed my father’s every command, wagging your little tail each time he called for you. You’re a little attention whore who needs validation from everyone else in order to remain relevant.”
“Weren’t you the same?”
“Oh don’t do that,” you laugh at his pathetic attempt to bring you down along with him, “because unlike you, I knew where my goal lied and that wasn’t living under the shadows of everyone that came my way. I’ve built my own empire, where’s yours? Ah, that’s right,” you look around the room, an amused expression plastered on your face, “you’re too busy wagging your tail for everyone to think straight. It’s quite shameless if I do say so myself.”
You see the way he grits his teeth, hands balling into fists, and scoff at his foolish reaction.
How is it that such small little words have already gotten under his skin already? He always did have quite the temper, one similar to your father. Though, unlike your father, he was never one to keep calm and composed for a good amount of time.
How foolish.
You used to fear this man for all the things he’s done but looking at him now, he’s just another pathetic man.
A pathetic bug.
“Since when did you get so bold, little Y/N?” You don’t like how he’s using your name as if the two of you had a close relationship in the first place. But it’s a bit amusing seeing him trying to keep calm in front of a crowd because the Jummy you know would always lash out and take his anger out on you whenever you were available for him.
Father never stopped him.
“I was always bold, Jummy.” You look up at him through the hood of your eyes, a smirk curling along your lips with amusement. “Did you really think I grew this confidence out of nowhere? I feared you, I do admit it, but even children stop believing in the monsters living under their beds, especially once they come to realize that everything was fake and they never existed in the first place. You aren’t a monster, Jummy, you’re just a pathetic fool who never knew how to control his anger, believing he was the bigger and stronger man when in reality, you’re weak for not being able to control your emotions. You’re pathetic and shameless, and even now, you’re still sucking up to Mr. Gwon who’s already gotten sent to hell, thinking you can still win by—”
You feel a harsh impact against your cheek as the wind picks up the force, lightly blowing against the strands of your hair, and as you face to the side, your eyes widen a bit as you realized Jummy had just slapped you.
Ah.
That kind of stings.
Hoseok is quick to grab him by the collar while you stand there, a light chuckle leaving your lips.
“Congratulations Jummy, it seems you’ve just signed your death warrant.”
⨽ 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 story a while ago when the reader is cursed and must repeat the same day over and over again. In the story Hoseok is madly in love with her but she just uses him for sex. I think Namjoon is her personal assistant and Taehyung is her friend. If anyone finds a story similar please tag me.
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.
Parings: Yoongi x Reader/ Namjoon x Reader/ slight Taehyung x Reader
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: Namjoon gets caught with his pants down
Note: something short to try and get back into writing. thank you all for waiting. I also believe I didn’t use pronouns for the reader so it should be gn!reader
“Oh no,” you groan and cover your face with your hands. The desk beneath your back is sticky where your shirt is ridden up.
Jungkook stands frozen in the doorway. The door finishes rattling from the force he swung it open with and his eyes are stretched wide as they stare at you blankly. Jungkook’s cheeks turn flaming red just when he realizes how deep Namjoon’s hips are pressed into yours.
The slight movement of your leg wrapped around Namjoon’s waist is what causes Jungkook to finally squeeze his eyes shut. So much that you can see the crinkles around his eyes despite the distance between you. You can visibly see Jungkook trying to shake the image of Namjoon’s naked bottom from his brain.
“I-um-I don’t think I was- I didn’t mean to walk in,” Jungkook frantically backs out of the room with his eyes still shut. You can only silently watch as Jungkook mimics the actions of a cat with a bag stuck on its head. There’s a loud thump as Jungkook slams his elbow into the door hinge. “Why-” Jungkook shoves the door back against the wall in an attempt to grab the handle, “Next time,” he unintentionally caresses the wood, still searching for the handle, “just lock the door.” And with one final bang, the room falls silent as you and Namjoon once again become the sole occupants.
You look up at Namjoon who’s been frozen still the entire time. As you push him away with your feet, he looks at you, mouth agape and ears red, still not comprehending what just happened.
“Are you going to get dressed or just stand there all day?” you’re tugging on your shirt when you address Namjoon. If you weren’t mortified at being caught, you would laugh at the man standing in the room with only a shirt and socks on, pants and boxers pooled around his ankles. Namjoon’s focus snaps back and he frantically pulls up his pants with shaky hands.
“I’m going to kill him.” Anger sets in to mask the embarrassment. Namjoon walks alongside you down the hallway, his jaw wounding tighter with each step.
“No you won’t,” you look up at him, “you’re the one that forgot to lock the door.”
“Jungkook!” Namjoon shouts as you both walk into the room everyone is hanging out in. Figures that he wouldn’t hear you.
Jungkook trips as he quickly gets up from the couch and moves behind Jin. Not that Jin is one to normally protect him, but as the oldest in the group, Jin is the most equipped to send Namjoon away. Jimin’s eyes widen in excitement as he can already surmise what’s about to happen.
“Something happen?” Hoseok casually walks into the room after hearing Namjoon shout.
“No.”
Taehyung looks up from his phone when Namjoon and Jungkook simultaneously speak up in denial. You take your place next to Yoongi who sits passively on the couch. His arm instinctively shifts to wrap around your waist and pull you closer to him. The members pay no mind to the slight pda, especially since they’ve become so accustomed to skinship for the sake of public appearances and you and Yoongi have announced to them that you’re dating.
“Why is Joon mad at Jungkook?” Yoongi quietly asks while scrolling through his phone.
You lean in so you can whisper directly into his ear as you lean your head on his shoulder, “I’ll tell you later.”
The room goes quiet and Jimin deflates as he realizes that Namjoon and Jungkook will be stuck in a staring contest long before anything is brought to light.
“Will you-” Jin pushes Jungkook away from him, fed up with the way Jungkook is constantly shifting behind him. To avoid Jungkook using Jin as a shield again, Jin moves to sit next to Hoseok on one of the couches.
You don’t know if Namjoon and Jungkook are still staring at each other as you watch Yoongi go through his twitter page. Taehyung is currently using their main twitter account so in the meantime, the rest have to go on their secret accounts.
Yoongi loudly sighs and pulls away from you. “If you’re going to fight, can you just do it now and be over with it,” Yoongi slightly whines.
Namjoon narrows his eyes and lets out a puff of air from his nose. Jin rolls his eyes as he leaves, pulling out his phone to pretend he’s getting a call. Hoseok watches him leave, contemplating if he too wants to be around for this.
Jungkook glances between Namjoon and Yoongi, weighing which one he’s more willing to anger. He finally settles just as Namjoon opens his mouth to speak.
“Y/N is cheating on you with Namjoon!” Jungkook gets the words out as fast as he can.
Taehyung sits straight and sets his phone on the cushion beside him as he gives Jungkook his full attention at the announcement. Jimin fights to hide the smirk growing on his face. Namjoon brings his hand to his face and coughs, again speechless. You watch Yoongi, waiting for his reaction, as his face has remained completely neutral.
Yoongi scrunches his nose and squeezes his eyebrows together in one motion and he shifts so he’s facing Jungkook while sitting. “That’s what this is about?”
“I’m sorry- I caught them together in Namjoon’s studio,” Jungkook nervously explains. “They- they were,” he waves his hand over his body, trying to gesture to Yoongi that you were having sex rather than saying it aloud.
You groan into your hands and try to sink into the couch.
Jimin cuts Jungkook off for Yoongi with a laugh. “Jungkook…Jungkook,” the maknae finally looks at Jimin, “he knows.”
It takes a moment for the words to sink in for Jungkook and Taehyung watches in amazement as he goes through the five stages of grief. Taehyung and Jimin are ecstatic, already formulating ways they’ll hold this over the youngest member’s head for months to come.
“Wait, what?”
Namjoon finally lets out the breath he’s been holding and drops his head in exasperation.
“You really didn’t know?” Hoseok chimes in, teasing Jungkook.
Jungkook ignores Hoseok and turns back to Yoongi, “You’re just okay with them…” he points back and forth from you to Namjoon.
Yoongi’s completely lost to Jungkook’s questions. He leans into you, overridden with laughter. His shoulders shake against your stomach and you catch glimpses of his gummy smile as he buries his face into you. It’s another minute before Yoongi composes himself enough to stand in front of Jungkook.
“I appreciate you telling me,” Yoongi pats Jungkook on the shoulder before gesturing for Namjoon to follow him into another room.
Jungkook watches them leave, confused.
“Did Namjoon forget to lock the door again?” Taehyung comments, again focused on whatever is on his phone.
Betrayal flashes across Jungkook’s face and you think he’s going to say something but ultimately decides not to. He flashes a quick look at Jimin and you, and seeing that you’re both watching him in amusement, he scrunches his face and storms out in the opposite direction Yoongi and Namjoon went.
“How much longer until he figures out you and Taehyung are fucking?” Jimin asks mischievously.
Taehyung glances up at the mention of his name.
“Really, Jimin?” you give a deadpan look. You can still hear Jimin giggling as you walk out of the room. You’re not sure if the small thud came from Hoseok or Taehyung throwing something at Jimin.
