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berryhobii · 2 years ago

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7 Different Sheets (BTS OT7 x Reader)

Pairing: NonIdol!BTS x black!female reader

Word Count: 3,897

Warnings: Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), multiple partners, unprotected s*x(please be safe and speak with your partners before doing this), public s*x, spanking, oral(m and f receiving), doggy style, missionary, riding, mentions of a mating press, reader does a split on someone’s 🍆🫣, intimate s*x, car s*x, múltiple orgasms(m and f receiving), mentions of STD testing, mentions of being arrested, weed smoking(reader is alluded to have smoked but it’s not explicitly mentioned), overstimulation, praise, degradation, choking, gagging, panty in mouth stuffing, restraints(wrists), mentions of a break up, i also might have gotten the tiniest bit carried away with Namjoon’s part hehe, he definitely has me in a chokehold

A/N: Hi there! I’m here with my take on Seven by Jungkook ft Latto! I’m pretty sure someone requested something like this but now I can’t find the ask so hopefully they see this! I decided to include all of the boys in this. I absolutely love Latto and her verse in the song was just so good! And how could I not write gratuitous fuck buddy smut? I’m always open to criticism and please feel free to tell me what you think. Thanks so much. Stay safe💜

You had 7 fuck buddies.

Each of them were entirely different. Different jobs, different styles, different ways they liked to fuck you.

Just how did you fit all of them into your schedule?

Mondays were for Jimin.

You met him while out shopping with your friends. He worked at a luxury jewelry store. While your friends were busy staring at different charm bracelets, your eyes were focused on the rings on his hands—the way he twisted them whenever he was waiting for a customer to make a decision, how they glimmered under the bright lights, and especially how they’d look wrapped around your throat. Would they leave marks? Would he finger you with them on? Would your ass sting whenever he laid a harsh smack on it? So many thoughts yet so little answers.

“Does that feel good, my pretty slut?”

No words were in your head, your mouth stuffed with the panties he had ripped off of you. All you could get out were muffled moans and muffled calls of his name. Salvia soaked the material as much as your arousal did when you walked in his job, the fabric heavy on your tongue and slightly choking you which gave you a rush.

A sharp slap landed on your ass, his rings adding a pleasurable burn that made your juicy walls hug him impossibly tighter.

“Fuck.” He groaned out, eyes never leaving how your ass clapped back on him, cock coated in your creamy release. Sweat dripped down your back making your dark skin look like the most decadent chocolate, glistening like the gems displayed in the case below you. But not even those could compare to you when you were bent over like this.

Your hand slammed down on the display case, the sturdy counter shaking under the force.

Your walls spasmed around him, signaling your 5th orgasm since you came to visit him on his break.

His hand that wasn’t holding your hip moved to wrap around your throat, hauling your body up until you were arched. You felt unstable on your feet but Jimin was your rock, holding you up before your knees could give out of you.

He applied medium pressure to your throat, just barely pressing into your windpipe, stealing some of your already sparse oxygen from you. You felt dizzy like you were on a rollercoaster but one that never went down. Only up. And it was climbing and climbing until….

“This neck would look so pretty with a new necklace on it. Don’t you agree?” That low tone was enough to hurdle you right off the edge, eyes rolling back as you shook like a leaf in his hold.

And yes, your neck did look pretty in a new necklace.

Tuesdays were for Seokjin.

You met him at a wedding. Your “date” had gotten a little too friendly with the open bar which immediately turned you off. Not that you were that turned on to begin with. The man was nothing to write home about. Just someone who happened to approach you in a coffee shop.

After successfully detaching yourself from him, you were getting ready to leave before you caught the eye of Seokjin. He was tall and broad with a face you’d love to sit on. Respectfully, of course.

Conversation flowed easily between you two. He was a proper gentleman with a goofy laugh that made you smile. He was definitely the type of person your parents would love for you to bring home. Polite and respectful and not bad on the eyes either.

But that gentleman act went out of the window when he got you in his bed.

“Jin! I can’t take it!” You screamed, yanking at the restraints on your wrists that were keeping you stationary. You were surprised you hadn’t broken his headboard from how hard you were jerking. His neighbors were probably tired of the slamming against the wall by now, their own calls for you two to pipe down died down a while ago. Let them call the police. You’d be damned if they put you in cuffs before you got Seokjin’s cock inside of you.

He was nestled between your legs, holding your thighs back to have more access to your cunt. His tongue never stopped its assault on your clit, abusing the bud until your entire body was shaking. Your legs would jerk to try and close with every lick but one firm look from him quickly put you in your place.

His plush lips were soaked with your juices, dark eyes staring at you as if you had just personified from his dreams. You might as well have.

“Your pussy tastes so fucking good. I could eat it all day.” It sure felt like he has been. Your pussy felt both numb and electric at the same time. Sensitivity wanted to push him away but a desperate part of you was pushing you towards another orgasm. “You’ll be a good girl and give me another one, won’t you? You’re always my good girl.”

Fuck yes you were. Fat tears rolled down your face when he dove back in, sucking your clit in between his lips, his tongue flicking over it faster than before. Back arching, you screamed bloody murder as the strongest orgasm of the night engulfed your body.

Placing one more kiss on your throbbing bud, Seokjin backed up to let you breathe, stroking your thighs and whispering sweet nothings to you as you came down. Body still tingling from your release, you could barely blink through your blurry vision before you felt a shift on the bed.

A hand nestled in your sweaty hair, silk press gone to waste. You blinked through your tears, looking up to find Seokjin hovering over you, his knees on either side of your shoulders. His cock stiff and right in your face, the tip leaking precum.

He smirked down at you.

“Open wide, darling.”

Wednesdays were dedicated to Hoseok.

Honestly, you met Hoseok on a dating app. He was meant to be a quick one night stand since you were growing tired of your vibrator. After scrolling through a bunch of profiles and responding to a few messages, you came across him. He was a paralegal but apparently, he taught dance classes on the weekends which told you he definitely knew how to move. His photos were a sharp contrast to his job; bright and with him always smiling. He even had a picture of his dog on there which made you smile.

He was cute though and perhaps he’d be a fun night.

The pillow did barely anything to cover your screams, not when there was so much happening at once. You tossed it to the side, allowing your eyes to adjust to the glorious sight above you.

Hoseok’s head was tossed back in ecstasy, lip pulled between his teeth as he needlessly tried to keep quiet. You wanted to hear those noises, the way he cursed whenever you purposefully clenched around him.

“Hmpf, shit.” Just like that.

The pulses of the vibrator in your hand was making your arm numb but it was sending the most delicious vibes through your clit so whatever.

“Hobi…..”You called making him finally open his eyes and tilt his head forward to look down at you. You could have cum right there from how sexy he looked—sweat soaked hair sticking to his forehead, his chest littered in love bites you had obsessively sucked into his skin, and of course, the thin silver chain around his throat that bounced with every thrust. Take the wheel, Carrie Underwood.

He leaned forward, both of his hands moving from your thighs to place next to your head. His hips never faltered, keeping their languid pace rolling into you.

“Yes? What is it?”

“I…..I….can I cum?” Everything was moving so slowly. He had put the vibrator on its lowest setting so it wasn’t doing much for you and with this slow pace, he was prolonging your orgasm further than you wanted it to be. That was the thing about Hoseok. He liked it slow and intimate, going for hours until he brought both of you over the edge.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his chain tickling your nose.

“Not yet, my flower. Hold it a little longer for me.”

A particularly deep roll of his hips caused him to stroke slowly past your sweet spot, pulling a whimper from you.

Your bottom lip quivered, eyes tearing up from your waning orgasm. It kept building and falling but it wasn’t enough to push you over. And with everything that happened today, you think this is exactly what you needed.

A gentle touch.

“But….”

He shushed you with a peck to your lips. “Just relax. I’ll take care of you.”

Thursday’s were for Namjoon.

You met him at the gym. Don’t get it twisted. You weren’t really there to work out. Those few squats you did every couple of months were enough. That wasn’t the reason you had signed up for a membership.

It was because of the buff and drop dead sexy man that you often saw lifting weights. What exactly was the point of that tank top? Modesty? It looked like it was only soaking up the sweat that dripped down his honey kissed skin but it was failing at that too. Your tongue could do a better job. You’d lick every inch of that man for free and cook him a meal afterwards.

The steam of the shower was making it hard to breathe but Namjoon’s cock was making it even harder. When people told you to breathe through your nose, they factored out the cock being an absolute monster. You thought your jaw was gonna snap off.

Your nails dug into his yummy thighs, feeling the muscles tightened with every push of his cock into your warm and inviting mouth. You were definitely riding these things once you got back to his place.

“Damn, relax your throat, love.”

You happily followed his instructions, swallowing before exhaling through your nose. That allowed him to slide all the way home, your nose tickling the trimmed hairs at the base of his cock. Your eyes watered from the welcomed intrusion.

“Look at me.” He commanded from above you, the low tone of his voice making your pussy clench. Damn. Being a housewife sounded incredibly good right now. Patriarchy be praised.

Your eyelashes fluttered, looking at him and the sight was absolutely glorious. If he didn’t fuck you right now, you’d probably implode.

He must have seen that through your gaze because a dopey smile stretched across his face, adorable dimples indenting his cheeks.

Pulling out of your throat, you coughed and sputtered, swallowing a few times to soothe your sore throat. You barely had time to really cover before he was grabbing your arm and hauling you up. Legs draped over his buff arms, your arms scrambled to wrap around his shoulders. Now this position was the reason why bitches pull up to your mother’s house looking for you. You could feel the head of his cock sliding against your sopping cunt, your walls clenching in delight of finally getting what you want.

“Ready, baby?” He whispered in your ear before sucking on your lobe.

And no, you didn’t renew your gym membership.

Fridays were for Taehyung.

Funny enough, you met Taehyung while he was sneaking out of your apartment building. He was leaving a one night stand’s place and bumped into you while you were on your way inside. Of course, you could smell sex a mile away and the walk of shame was heavy on his shoulders. He actually tried hitting on you when he saw you, his eyes never leaving your cleavage.

You thought he was incredibly handsome though—a pretty boy type which you definitely liked. So you stopped him, told him to come back to you with a clean STD test and then you’d talk.

Taehyung had to will himself not to cum when you did a full split on his cock. Your hands kept your leverage on his knees, your head lolled forward from how his long cock was kissing your cervix each time, your legs stretched all the way out to give him the best view of his life.

He’s already cum twice, third orgasm almost painful but he just couldn’t stop. He didn’t want you to stop either(as if you could). You’ve been horny all day and you were going to get your fill of his cock. He knew you needed morning sex to get through the day yet he decided to go in for a shift at work, leaving you sad and desperate. The moment he walked in the door, you grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pushing him on the rug in your living room. You didn’t even prep yourself and he was hard while driving to your place anyway so foreplay was unnecessary today. Maybe you’d ride his face later and you’d use that headband he was wearing as reigns.

Until then, you were going to ride his dick until he gave out. Or until you got tired, whichever came first.

“I’m gonna cum again. Slow down. Please.” He whimpered, eyes stinging with unshed tears.

You whipped your hair behind you, the tips of your braids resting on his stomach. “Hmmm, give it to me, Tae. Fill me up again.” You leaned forward, bringing your hips all the way up to his tip before slamming back down. His cock was creamy with both of your releases, a wet smack sounding everytime you came down.

If this was how he died, put it on his tombstone.

“Oh shiiiiiiii….”His head thumped back against the floor, toes curling as you forced another orgasm out of him, the pulsing of his cock triggering your own.

You barely gave him time to calm down before you started your pace again.

He’d pick up another shift next Friday.

Saturdays were for Yoongi.

It was actually your favorite day of the week when you got to see the weed dealer. Not really because he let you smoke for free but because high sex was just another level. You met him when you were out one night. He catcalled you from his car and before you could even give whoever it was a piece of your mind, your voice got caught in your throat.

Your first thought was: man bun. Long hair in a man bun. Sexy ass drug dealer in a BMW with long hair in a man bun. Your parents always told you not to do drugs but how could you heed those warnings when temptation was served to you on a silver platter like that?

You gripped the headrest of the backseat, your breasts currently under attack by Yoongi’s expert tongue. The same tongue that had just ate you out like a champion a few minutes ago.

He pulled off your breast with a pop, delivering a smack to your ass with the hand that wasn’t holding his blunt. “Faster. I didn’t tell you to slow down.” His cat like eyes were hooded and glazed over from both the weed and the feeling of your tight walls hugging his cock. For a second, he didn’t even think he was high on weed—he was high on you. You were like an addiction; savory and hard to avoid, you were like a forbidden fruit. One he’d sink his teeth into everytime.

He brought his blunt back to his lips, inhaling a deep pull, holding the smoke in before blowing it back into your face. Just that action had you cumming on his cock, the feeling vibrating all the way to your toes. When he felt a splash against his pelvis, he dropped his head to look down at where you were connected. You were still bouncing on his cock, prolonging your orgasm and with each bounce, a small spray of liquid squirted from you.

He tossed his own head back, making sure to put his blunt in the ashtray on the door to prevent any burns to his upholstery before grabbing both of your ass cheeks in his hands and beginning to piston up into your spasming cunt.

“Bout to fill this pussy up. You want it?” He grunted against your collarbone, sinking his teeth into the skin there.

He had knocked all of your words loose so all you could manage was a frantic nod of your head and a drawn out, “yessssss yessssss pleaseeeeee”.

“This pussy is so fucking good.” He landed a slap on your ass, the sting sending shocks of pleasure up your back as another orgasm crashed into you.

You were so absorbed that you didn’t even hear the police sirens as they pulled up next to you.

Wow. You thought you were just imagining the car rocking. Guess not.

The end of the week meant only one thing.

You had deep cleaned your apartment, moving slowly since your body still ached a little from sleeping on that bench at the station. Good thing Yoongi had connections that could bail both of you out. Still, you’d probably risk it again if it meant getting fucked like that.

You had just lit a candle and you were about to sit down to have a glass of wine but you were interrupted by the sound of your doorbell ringing.

“Ughhhhhh.” You groaned, placing your wine glass on a coaster before hauling yourself up less than gracefully and shuffling to the door. You didn’t even look at the screen on your intercom, just opening it and immediately trying to close it back after seeing who was on the other side.

A foot jammed itself between the door, stopping you from shutting it completely.

“Baby, come on. I said I’m sorry.”

“Screw you, Jeon! I told you I don’t want to see you again.”

He managed to push the door enough to slip his upper body through. The sight of his face sent a weird rush through you but you didn’t know if it was good or bad. You didn’t like it.

His doe eyes pleaded at you. “Please talk to me. I can’t stand not being with you anymore. Please please. I’m sorry.” He sounded so genuine that it made you break, heartstrings effectively tugged on and strummed by the only man you truly loved.

You shouldn’t let him in. You really shouldn’t.

“Oh. My. God. J-Jungkook!”

His hand whizzed through the air, landing a hard smack on your bruised ass that has taken a lot of punishment tonight.

“Shut the fuck up. I don’t want to hear a word from you, you little whore.” He spit into your ear, hand coming up to cover your mouth while the other one held your hip to keep you in place as he delivered the deadliest back shots.

Your entire body was lit up in pain and pleasure, both mixing together in a beautiful cacophony that had you ready to propose to him.

Your moans were muffled by his large hand, his grip forcing your head back at an uncomfortable angle but he could give less of a damn about your comfort.

“How dare you let someone else fuck what’s mine?” He uncovered your mouth to slap your ass again in a tender spot causing you to jump, a high pitched scream coming from you as he pushed you into another orgasm. You had lost count a while ago, brain not keeping up with your body. Everything just felt endless.

You didn’t want him to know you were fucking other people. It wasn’t any of his business. You weren’t together anymore but am accidental slip up revealed what happened yesterday and in seconds, you were bent over the arm of your couch with Jungkook behind you.

“Count.”

He had made it to 21 before your knees were buckling, your eyes and mouth begging him to fuck you. To put you in your place and make you remember exactly who you belonged to.

He gripped at your hair, yanking your head back and making your body arch even more. Only your fingertips touched the bed below you, knees spread wide as you began throwing yourself back on his thick cock.

“I expect an answer when I ask you something, slut.” Contradictory since he told you to shut up earlier but logic was not necessary here. You were just a pliant little doll in service to the hunk of a man that was abusing your walls so good that your pussy should file a restraining order.

“N-no….I’m…ah! Fuck! S-sorry…..oh shit, I’m cumming!”

“That’s right. You come on my cock and my cock only. Do you fucking understand me?” He could feel his own orgasm building. He’s been holding back, a hard task with a pussy like yours but he managed. Denying all of your orgasms earlier made it easy enough for him. Then again, he did almost blow his load earlier when you put both of your feet behind your ears and held out your tongue for him to spit in your mouth.

He was an idiot for letting you go.

“I said, Do.” Smack! “You.” Smack. “Understand.” Smack. “Me?”

“YES!!! Oh shit!” Your walls clenched around him so tightly that it forced him out of your cunt, a long spray of liquid soaking the bedsheets beneath you. He brought his hand between your legs to rub furiously at your clit, splashing your juices everywhere. You’d definitely be upset later about your freshly washed sheets but he’d cross that bridge when he got there.

Your body jerked around as pure bliss and pleasure coursed through your veins, legs squirming all around as you both tried to chase and run away from Jungkook’s assault on your clit. He held your hip firmly, trying to keep you still while you rode out the waves of your orgasm.

When overstimulation began to get too painful, you turned over onto your side, pushing his hand away with your own. You twitched in the aftershocks, covering your cunt with your hands. Even the cool air was too much against your abused pussy. You’d probably have to take a break for the week just to recuperate.

When the haze began to clear a little, you slowly turned your head, peeking through your braids that covered your face to peek at Jungkook. Only to find him missing. You didn’t even hear him get out of the bed. Where did he go?

You waited a few moments, trying to catch your breath before Jungkook entered the room with a bottle of water. He was still fully naked, cock hard and angry looking, shiny with your juices.

He came over to the bed, placing a knee beside you to lean over your twitching body.

“Here. Drink some water. You need to be hydrated before I make you squirt again like that.”

Your eyes almost popped out of your head. Again? Was he trying to kill you?

“W-again?”

His lips quirked up into his signature grin, nose scrunching cutely and it made you want to punch him in it and then kiss it better.

“You think that was it? We’re just getting started. This will teach you not to give out what’s mine.”

It didn’t teach you anything though. You’d have to learn your lesson again next week.

And he’d teach you faithfully every Sunday.

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magic-shop-stories · 1 month ago

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Hey sweetheart, I was wondering how BTS would cuddle their daughter if they had one? Could you write that pls?

💌 Reply:

HI ANGEL. 💜 This request had me kicking my feet and squealin, Dad!Bangtan owns my entire soul. THANK YOU so so much!😭 I hope it's what you wanted, if not feel free to let me know and i am going to try my best to adjust. Also - let me know if you want a part 2 with sons maybe? Thank you for this wholesome, heart-melting ask. You’re a gem. 🌟 – C –🍪

BTS as Dads - Headcanons

How They’d Cuddle Their Daughter

↳ BTS!Dad's x Daughter

Pairings: none ( BTS Members x Child!Reader (platonic/Parent-Child)) Rating: G (general audiences) Genre: family fluff, hurt/comfort, slice-of-life Warnings: none (mild themes: scraped knees, childhood anxieties, bedtime tears)

NAMJOON Philosopher’s Embrace = Quiet, Thoughtful

WHEN IT HAPPENS

after bedtime stories

during rainy Sunday mornings

= when the world feels slow and soft

he’s drawn to cuddle when she asks big questions

“Appa, why do stars die?”

when she’s quietly drawing beside him

(brow furrowed in concentration)

FAVORITE PLACE

window nook/ home library

surrounded by shelves of weathered books

plush sage-green cushion he bought just for her

it’s tucked under a bay window overlooking the garden

sunlight (or moonlight) spills in like liquid gold

calls it their “cosmic cocoon”

HOW HE HOLDS HER

"scholar’s cradle"

she sits sideways in his lap

back against his chest

his arms looped loosely around her waist

one hand holds whatever book they’re reading

the other absentmindedly twirls her hair

Gentle Gestures

traces constellations on her palm when she’s restless

“This one’s Orion. He’s brave, like you.”

lets her fiddle with his bracelets

even when the clinking distracts him

“Music to think by...”

THINGS HE SAYS

Whispered Wisdom

“You’re my favorite mystery, bug. Never stop wondering.”

Playful Teasing

“If you keep stealing my glasses, I’ll have to charge rent.”

buys her tiny fake ones the next day

Reassurance

after nightmares

“Even the moon has shadows. But look... it still shines.”

RITUALS & EXTRAS

Drinks

brews honey-lemon tea for himself

hot cocoa with star-shaped marshmallows for her

mugs are mismatched

his says “World’s Okayest Dad”

hers “Future CEO of the Universe”

Blankets

chunky knit throw she’s claimed as her “thinking cape”

he’ll drape it over both of them

even if his legs hang off the nook

Scents

his hoodie

which she’s always stealing

smells like sandalwood and the faintest hint of his cologne

pretends not to notice when she buries her face in it

“SNUGGLE SNAP” MOMENT

she’s struggling with a school project

frustrated tears pooling

Namjoon closes her textbook

“Come here, universe.”

What He Does

sits cross-legged on the floor

pulling her into his lap

opens Rilke’s Letters to a Young Poet to a dog-eared page

“Listen... ‘Let life happen to you. Believe me: life is right, in any case.’”

lets her cry into his sweater

his chin resting on her head

“You don’t have to get it right. You just have to be.”

Aftermath

she falls asleep there

he carries her to bed

“You’re already enough...”

leaves a sticky note on her mirror

“P.S. You’re my favorite galaxy. – Appa”

JIN Playful Protector = Laughter, Love

WHEN IT HAPPENS

during kitchen adventures

or after epic pillow fights

= when the air is thick with giggles and the scent of burnt cookies

Jin’s cuddles are spontaneous

swooping in after she faceplants into a failed cartwheel

when she’s sulking because her Lego tower collapsed

“Appa’s here! Time for Emergency Hug Protocol!”

FAVORITE PLACE

kitchen island

flour-dusted

littered with half-eaten snacks

he’ll plop her onto the countertop while he bakes

legs swinging as she “supervises”

alternatively, the living room fort

he builds it weekly

= chaotic nest of blankets, fairy lights, every plushie they own

“This is our Palace of Dad-jestic Snuggles”

bowing as she giggles

HOW HE HOLDS HER

"helicopter hug"

sweeps her up mid-laugh

spins her in dizzying circles

collapses onto the couch with her sprawled on his chest

“Appa’s vertigo is worth it.”

Gentle Gestures

pretends to steal her nose

“grafts” it back with a nose kiss

“Upgraded to 4K! Now go sniff my cookies.”

lets her style his hair with glitter clips

“I’m Fabulous Appa now. Bow to my sparkle.”

THINGS HE SAYS

Dad Jokes Supreme

“Are you a burrito? Because I wanna wrap you up and never let go.”

Affectionate Teasing

“Yah, you’re too cute. Are you trying to make ARMY jealous?”

Reassurance

after a scraped knee

he grins

“Scars are just tattoos with better stories. Now let’s bribe the pain with ice cream.”

RITUALS & EXTRAS

Drinks

hot chocolate with whipped cream mustaches

matches with hers

his mug: “Worldwide Handsome”

hers: “Worldwide Daddy’s Girl”

Snacks

plate of “Jin-ius Cookies”

slightly charred

heart-shaped

“Burnt edges build character. You’re my masterpiece.”

Scents

his apron smells like vanilla and mischief

she steals it as a blanket

“Hey! That’s my dad armor!”

“SNUGGLE SNAP” MOMENT

she’s crying after losing a soccer game

Jin drops to one knee

hands on her shoulders

“Listen. Losing means you’re trying. And trying means you’re awesome.”

What He Does

Step 1

pulls a “magic tissue” from his sleeve

it’s just a napkin with a doodle of her as a soccer champ

Step 2

challenges her to a “Sadness Takedown”

tickling until she’s breathless

“Victory! Now, where’s my trophy?”

Step 3

cradles her in his lap

voice softening

“You know Appa’s real trophy? You. Now let’s plot our revenge… with sprinkles.”

Aftermath

they bake a soccer ball-shaped cake

Jin “accidentally” drops icing everywhere

“Oops. Guess we’ll have to lick the evidence.”

YOONGI Silent Sanctuary = Comfort in Quiet Corners

WHEN IT HAPPENS

late at night

or during early mornings

= when the world is still and his studio lights glow dimly

he’s not one for scheduled affection

notices when she lingers in the doorway

clutching her stuffed tiger after a nightmare

or when she’s curled up on the couch looking small

Yoongi’s cuddles are rare but intentional

reserved for moments when words feel too heavy or the world too loud

FAVORITE PLACE

studio couch

she names it "The worn leather piece shoved against the wall beside his mixing desk..."

strewn with a faded navy blanket she knitted him (badly) when she was seven

a pillow she insists smells like “Appa’s coffee and safety.”

he’ll clear a space among his lyric notebooks

“You’re messing up my system...”

his eyes soften when she settles in

HOW HE HOLDS HER

"anchor hug"

she tucks herself under his arm

her head resting against his chest while he works

his free hand stays on his keyboard

his other arm tightens around her shoulders every few minutes

like he’s checking she’s still there

Gentle Gestures

ruffles her hair roughly when she’s being clingy

his palm lingers

“Yah. You’re blocking the screen.”

tho he doesn’t move her

lets her fiddle with his rings or the hem of his hoodie

she fell asleep twisting his silver bracelet?

he sat frozen for hours to avoid waking her

THINGS HE SAYS

Dry Affection

“You’re like a barnacle. Can’t even produce in peace.”

says this while adjusting the blanket over her

Unexpected Wisdom

after a bad day

“The world’s full of idiots. Don’t let them rent space in your head.”

Late-Night Truths

“You’re the only one I’d pause a track for. Don’t get used to it.”

RITUALS & EXTRAS

Drinks

black coffee for him

strawberry milk, warmed, for her

because “cold milk’s bad for your throat”

keeps a stash in the studio fridge

labeled “DO NOT TOUCH – HYUNG’S PROPERTY.”

Soundtrack

plays his “Calm Down” playlist

= lo-fi beats, rain sounds

she caught him adding her laughter to a track

“It’s for… texture”

Scents

his hoodie smells like cedarwood and studio dust

she steals it constantly

“Bring it back washed this time.”

he never checks

“SNUGGLE SNAP” MOMENT

she bombs a piano recital

tears streaming as she slumps into the studio

What He Does

silently saves his project

spins his chair around

opens his arms

“Come here.”

lets her cry into his shoulder

hand steady on her back

no platitudes

just the hum of his computer and his heartbeat

when she calms, he nudges her toward the piano

“Play it again. I’ll tell you where you messed up.”

by the third try, she’s grinning

“Better. Now go to bed.”

Aftermath

leaves a sticky note on her sheet music

“Beethoven sucked at your age too. – Appa.”

J-HOPE Sunshine Swaddle = Energetic, Affectionate

WHEN IT HAPPENS

after dance parties

during post-meltdown recovery

J-Hope thrives on cuddling

= when she’s buzzing with energy or needs a soft landing after a tough day

he’s especially attuned to her “I’m frustrated but won’t admit it” pouts

swooping in with a hug before the first tear falls

FAVORITE PLACE

rainbow rug in his home dance studio

surrounded by disco ball lights and a pile of sequined throw pillows

calls it their “joy junction”

walls are plastered with her finger paintings, and a neon sign:

“Hobi & [Her Name]’s Happy Place.”

HOW HE HOLDS HER

"spin-and-squeeze"

starts with a twirl

dipping her dramatically before collapsing into a giggling heap on the floor

she ends up half in his lap, half tangled in a blanket

he peppers her face with kisses

Gentle Gestures

brushes her hair into silly styles (space buns, braids with neon ribbons)

humming BTS tracks

“Gotta match Appa’s vibe, yeah?”

lets her doodle on his arms with glitter pens

“Tattoo Appa’s new sleeve! Make it fierce!”

THINGS HE SAYS

Hype Man Anthems

“You’re my main character, baby! The world’s gonna bow to your sparkle!”

Playful Negotiations

“Ten more minutes of snuggles, then we slay that math homework. Deal? Deal.”

Reassurance

after a bad dream

“Monsters hate confetti. Good thing Appa’s a party.”

RITUALS & EXTRAS

Drinks

banana milk for her (with a pink striped straw)

iced matcha latte for him or strawberry milk

her cup has a doodle of his face winking

his says “World’s #1 Appa” in her handwriting

Blankets

rainbow tie-dye fleece he bought at a flea market

“This is our happiness cloak. Wear it and shine, okay?”

Scents

his hoodie smells like cotton candy body spray (her favorite)

faintest hint of his dance studio’s wood polish

“SNUGGLE SNAP” MOMENT

she bombs a dance recital audition

convinced she’s “the worst”

J-Hope finds her sobbing in his studio

shoes thrown in a corner

What He Does

cues up “Chicken Noodle Soup”

does an intentionally goofy dance

flapping his arms like a chicken

“Look! Appa’s awful! Now you try!”

when she laughs, he pulls her into a bear hug

rocking side to side

“Mistakes are just confetti on the floor. We sweep ’em up and dance harder.”

teaches her his “bad day mantra”

“I’m Jung Hoseok’s kid. I’m unstoppable.”

Aftermath

demands a remix of the routine

he films it, posts it privately with the caption:

“MY REAL MAIN DANCER”

sets it as his phone wallpaper

JIMIN Heartbeat Embrace = Tender, Protective

WHEN IT HAPPENS

after dance practice

during late-night heart-to-hearts

= when emotions run high

Jimin instinctively pulls her close when she’s overwhelmed

whether she’s tearful after a school play audition or buzzing with excitement over a new friend

he’s also prone to impromptu cuddles mid-activity

like pausing a movie because “Appa needs a hug attack!”

FAVORITE PLACE

velvet chaise lounge in his home dance studio

draped in fairy lights and piled with silk pillows

it’s positioned beside a floor-to-ceiling mirror

so he can watch her expressions as they talk

he calls it their “safety net”

twirls and tears are equally welcome

HOW HE HOLDS HER

"heartbeat hug"

she sits facing him

legs wrapped around his waist

her ear pressed to his chest

he sways gently

as if dancing to a silent song

one hand cradling her head

the other rubbing slow circles on her back

Gentle Gestures

brushes her hair away from her face with his fingertips

tucking it behind her ear

“There’s my sunshine.”

traces the shape of hearts on her palm when she’s anxious

humming the melody of “Serendipity”

THINGS HE SAYS

Soft Affirmations

“You’re Appa’s masterpiece. Every part of you.”

Playful Promises

“If anyone hurts you, I’ll challenge them to a dance battle. And I’ll win.”

Reassurance

after a meltdown

“Even the moon cries sometimes. But it always comes back brighter.”

RITUALS & EXTRAS

Drinks

makes her vanilla steamed milk

with edible glitter “for sparkles”

his mug? `black coffee

but he rarely drinks it

too busy watching her giggle at the shimmer

Blankets

pastel pink weighted blanket he bought after researching “anxiety relief”

she calls it her “cloud”

Scents

his hoodies

which he “accidentally” leaves in her room

she steals his Chimmy Hoodie

smells like jasmine and warm sugar

= a mix of his cologne and the candles he burns to calm her nerves

“SNUGGLE SNAP” MOMENT

she bombs a piano recital

fleeing the stage in tears

Jimin finds her hiding in his studio closet

knees to her chest

What He Does

sinks to the floor

gathering her into his lap without a word

presses her hand to his chest

“Feel that? That’s your rhythm. It doesn’t have to match anyone else’s.”

sings “Promise” sotto voce

his breath ruffling her hair

“You’re allowed to stumble, baby. Appa’s still here.”

Aftermath

she falls asleep clutching his sleeve

he carries her to bed

leaving a note on her music sheet

“Next time, play your song. I’ll be your audience of one. – Appa”

TAEHYUNG Whimsical Embrace = Artistic, Playful

WHEN IT HAPPENS

during impromptu adventures

or quiet, creative afternoons

Taehyung thrives on spontaneity

cuddles strike when she’s least expecting it

= mid-painting session, after a backyard "dragon hunt," or when he catches her daydreaming by the window

he’s especially drawn to snuggles when she’s lost in her imagination

eyes wide with stories he’s eager to hear

FAVORITE PLACE

bohemian-style attic studio

designed just for them

cluttered with vintage trinkets, half-finished canvases, giant velvet sofa buried under patchwork quilts

twinkle lights dangle from the ceiling

walls are covered in their joint art projects

= finger paintings, pressed flowers, polaroids of their "world travels" (aka the backyard)

calls it their “Kingdom of Daydreams”

HOW HE HOLDS HER

"artist’s hug"

scoops her up sideways

spinning once before collapsing onto the sofa

her giggling on his chest

he’ll adjust her so she’s tucked under his arm

her head resting where his heartbeat is loudest

Gentle Gestures

braids her hair while humming

weaving ribbons or wildflowers he “found”

= stole from the neighbor’s garden

lets her paint his nails while he sketches her

“Purple today? Genius. Now hold still... Appa’s capturing your soul.”

THINGS HE SAYS

Whimsical Promises

“One day, we’ll ride a hot-air balloon to the moon. For now, this blanket fort is our spaceship.”

Playful Teasing

“Yah, your doodles are better than mine. Unacceptable.”

hangs them on the fridge anyway

Reassurance

when she’s shy about her art

“The best masterpieces take time. You’re my masterpiece.”

RITUALS & EXTRAS

Drinks

hot chcolate in vintage glass bottles for both of them

he adds whipped cream to hers

“...for cosmic energy.”

Snacks

animal-shaped cookies he bakes (terribly)

insiststhey are “abstract art”

she laughs at his lopsided giraffes

eats them anyway

Blankets

retro floral quilt from his grandmother

“This is history, baby. And now it’s ours.”

Scents

attic smells like acrylic paint, cinnamon candles, and the leather jacket she stole from him

“SNUGGLE SNAP” MOMENT

she’s nervous about a school play

convinced she’ll “forget the whole universe”

Taehyung cancels his schedule

What He Does

builds a blanket fort shaped like a castle

complete with a cardboard crown for her

“Princess Director, your throne awaits!”

acts out her lines with exaggerated drama

making her laugh until she snorts

“See? The audience will love your snorts. I do.”

pulls her into his lap

wrapping them both in the quilt

“If you get scared, just look for me. I’ll be the one doing this...”

crosses his eyes, sticks out his tongue

Aftermath

she nails the performance

he’s front row

wearing a shirt with her face on it

yelling “THAT’S MY BABY!”

later, they celebrate with a midnight picnic in the attic

eating burnt cookies and plotting their next “adventure”

JUNGKOOK Golden Retriever Glomp = Playful, Protective

WHEN IT HAPPENS

after high-energy play

= like tag, dance-offs, or wrestling matches

or when she’s feeling vulnerable

= a scraped knee, a bad dream, or school stress

Jungkook’s cuddles are equal parts celebration and comfort

= a safe harbor in his whirlwind world

FAVORITE PLACE

living room floor

buried under a mountain of pillows and blankets

= from the "Jungkook Fortress"

builds it weekly (stole it from Jin Hyung)

it’s a chaotic nest of fairy lights, stuffed BT21 characters, his old concert hoodies...

calls it their “No-Sadness Zone”

HOW HE HOLDS HER

"bear hug lift"

swoops her up

spins her until she giggles

collapses onto the couch with her

she is sprawled across his chest

“Appa’s heartbeat... count it! Faster than your bunny’s, right?”

Gentle Gestures

rubs his nose against hers when she’s shy

“Secret handshake. Don’t tell Uncle Hobi.”

carries her piggyback-style while making snacks

“Gotta multitask, champ.”

THINGS HE SAYS

Playful Praise

“You’re my ultimate bias, okay? Don’t tell the others.”

Encouragement

after a soccer loss

“You’ll crush ’em next time. But for now… snack attack!”

Bilingual Love

mixes Korean and English

“Saranghae, my little superstar.”

RITUALS & EXTRAS

Snacks

choco pies and strawberry/banana milk

he’ll even let her draw on his face with the milk mustache

“Masterpiece. Let’s scare Mama.”

Blankets

BTS concert blanket

he stole from the merch stash

“Shhh. It’s our secret.”

Music

plays acoustic covers of BTS songs

“This one’s called ‘Appa’s Girl.’ Top secret track.”

“SNUGGLE SNAP” MOMENT

she comes home crying after a friend’s birthday party

she felt left out

Jungkook ditches his workout

still sweaty

tackles the problem head-on

What He Does

builds the biggest blanket fort yet

complete with a “No Meanies Allowed” sign

challenges her to a dance-off to “Anpanman”

letting her win with a dramatic collapse

“You’re too powerful!”

pulls her into a bear hug

“Appa’s got you. Always. And hey, we don’t need a squad. We’re army of two.”

Aftermath

she falls asleep mid-cuddle

head on his shoulder

he posts a selfie of them both

her face smushed against his bicep

captioned: “My MVP.”

ARMY loses their minds

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Eunoia // Ch. 26

eunoia (noun): beautiful thinking, the possession of a well-balanced mind, which exhibits goodwill and kindness

Pairings: Hybrid! BTS x reader

Summary: You are a world famous director and you have dedicated your life to your job.You have everything you could ever dream of; wealth, recognision, talent, your friends and family. But loneliness isn’t cured by success. So what happens when you somehow rescue seven hybrids? Can they fill the void?

Genre: Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, eventual smut

Word Count: 12.1k+

Warnings: past abuse, past sexual abuse, cursing, past violence,

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It was the second time Taehyung was in Jungkook’s atelier—only recently had Jungkook started thinking of it like that, before it was the atelier—but he was looking around him like it was a fairytale and everything was made of magic. Jungkook guessed he must have looked a little like that as well the first time you had shown him the room and told him it was his to do as he pleased. Athens and the Parthenon stretching on the wall never failed to inspire wonder and a deep respect in him, regardless of how long it had been since the first time he walked inside.

Everything else in the room was quite different from that first day. The once pristine and unused room was now splattered in paint. It was everywhere, on the floor and the cabinets and on the many newspapers that he used to cover everything. The first time he had stained the floor with paint, he had gone to you with teary eyes, lowered ears, and a hundred apologies on the tip of his tongue. You had simply laughed and told him that the room was his and he could paint the whole floor if he wanted to. The only thing you asked of him was to be careful of the wall painting. Jungkook would have never touched it in the first place.

Finished canvases were leaning against the cabinets and the walls. Most of them were of places Jungkook found beautiful, the Eiffel Tower, the Parthenon, a neighborhood in Amsterdam he had seen in one of your photos. There were also a few paintings of the pack, you and Seokjin cooking in the kitchen, Yoongi playing the piano, Namjoon and Hoseok under the large tree in the garden, Taehyung with Alice at the lake, and Jimin smiling so wide his eyes turned into crescent moons.

Jungkook longed for Jimin with an insatiable hunger. Now that he had gotten a taste of him once and Jimin told him he wanted it, now that there was no guilt and anguish, he couldn’t get enough of him. He wanted to always be touching him, holding him, and scenting him. His scent was like an aphrodisiac to him and he was addicted.

However, when Taehyung had shyly asked about his atelier, he was compelled to show it to him. It wasn’t often that Taehyung asked for anything and although he hadn’t specifically asked to see the room, Jungkook knew he would like it. Taehyung’s smile was also addicting and rare like a precious gem. So, he had left Jimin with Seokjin to cook in the kitchen and had taken Taehyung’s hand and climbed down the stairs. His hand was soft and he could still feel its ghost on his palm.

He was right, Taehyung’s smile was worth it. It was a tiny one, a small curve of his lips, but it was stunning.

His tiger ears twitched when his eyes landed on the painting of him. He approached slowly, taking it in. A hand reached out but he drew it back before it could touch the canvas.

In the painting, Alice was grinning brightly at Taehyung, one of her rainbow butterfly hair-clips clipped on his dark hair. But what Jungkook loved the most about it was Taehyung’s smile. For the first time, with Alice, Taehyung looked genuinely happy. The painting didn’t do the moment justice, he hadn’t managed to capture the tiger hybrid perfectly. He had taken a picture of the two of them and used it as reference but it was difficult, almost impossible, to immortalize Taehyung’s beauty in that moment.

“Do you like it?” Jungkook asked gently.

Taehyung startled as if the painting had enchanted him and Jungkook’s voice broke the spell. He hugged himself with one hand, almost like he wanted to stop himself from touching the painting. “It’s… beautiful.”

“It was a beautiful moment,” Jungkook agreed. “Alice is incredible, right?”

Taehyung nodded slowly. “I… have it. The butterfly. She doesn’t want back… it.”

They both looked at the painting. Jungkook wasn’t sure if they were seeing the same thing but maybe they were.

“Do you want to paint again?” he asked, breaking the silence. He took down the half-finished canvas of a beach from the easel and replaced it with a blank canvas.

Taehyung didn’t hesitate to agree this time. They picked up different brushes, chose a few tubes of oil paint and set themselves to work. Jungkook showed him how to paint a sunset—he had perfected the skill through a lot of observation and many YouTube videos. Taehyung seemed to have fun blending the colors and drawing the shapes of semi-transparent clouds.

They stayed in the atelier for a few hours until they were called for dinner by Hoseok, whose heart-shaped smile at seeing them together in their paint-splattered clothes rivaled the beauty of the sunset. After the meal, Jungkook asked if Taehyung would like to take the painting of him and Alice to his room. They hung it on the wall with Yoongi’s help and went back to the garden together.

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You were filming at Monmouth Manufacturing for the day. They were the last couple of scenes you would be filming there for Season 1. Hopefully—and most probably—, you would see it again next year, or the year after that, filming for Season 2. First, you would have to finish Crooked Kingdom and then towards the end of the year, maybe you could work on the Raven Cycle. Your schedule was already crazy and you were troubled about what that meant for the next year.

A headache was brewing behind your temples and you were trying very hard to ignore it. You had been at the studios since 6 o’clock in the morning and you were going crazy. It would be one of those 15-16 hour days. You could see it coming. The executive producer of Paper Hearts had called to tell you that you were desperately needed for a board meeting for the next season. They had changed the time of the meeting to later in the afternoon to fit your schedule, which proved that it was important. You dreaded the drive to the other side of Los Angeles and what was sure to be a very long discussion.

During your lunch break, you texted Namjoon that you would be late again. He didn’t say anything but you knew he was disappointed. He had to be. You had barely spent any time with them in the past few days. There were also matters you still had to discuss. You hadn’t told the other hybrids about the thing between the three of you and they deserved to know. Your headache got worse just thinking about it.

You flipped through the script during a small break, sipping on your third cup of coffee of the day. It was making you jittery but the other option was falling asleep in your chair.

“Okay, I think we are good to move on to the next scene,” you told Will. “And then we’re done for the day.”

“Should I get someone to call the actors?”

“Yeah, see if they are done with makeup and send them in.” You rolled your neck and let out a heavy sigh. “All things considered it’s going pretty well.”

Will chuckled as he motioned for someone from the staff to come closer. “For someone who’s been here since six, you’re doing remarkably well.”

You waited for him to send the man to fetch the actors before speaking again. “We’ll see about that when we’re done with this scene. If I’m on my feet and awake by then, I deserve an award.”

Will shrugged, leaning back on his chair. “I’ve seen you do worse. Do you remember when we were filming ‘The Grand Masquerade’ in Prague? You were running on three hours of sleep a night for a week. I thought you would fall asleep during filming and wouldn’t wake up for a couple of days.”

“I was younger then,” you shrugged it off. You eyed the script again, focusing on your notes. “ I don’t have the same energy.”

“It was three years ago.”

“Three years can be a long time.”

You could understand that better than anyone, considering that this year sometimes seemed like a decade to you. In a year, your whole life had changed. You were different, everything was different from last year. Three years could be a very long time, indeed. But also the blink of an eye.

One of the actors arrived and you both greeted him. Soon, he was swept away by the movement director.

“I think you need another break,” Will declared in all of his dramatic glory.

You tapped your long nails on your plastic cup, the action was strangely soothing. “I think I need another coffee.”

“You certainly need a break,” Will insisted. “And you certainly don’t need another coffee.”

He had noticed your restlessness, then. “We just came back from a break. And there is no time for another one. After we are done here, promotions for Six of Crows begin then there is the premiere and the tour and they are getting everything ready to begin filming for Season 6 of Paper Hearts. And Crooked Kingdom is next year and I am very behind on that.”

Will’s face did that thing he did whenever he was done with you, his features slacking like he was bored and a little irritated. “You can’t be behind on something that hasn’t even started yet. Be serious.”

“I am. Deadly.”

Will rolled his eyes. “Break. You need a break.”

The rest of the actors arrived then and the subject was dropped in favor of going over the details of the scene with them. They took their places and filming began. There was a place where the scene kept being snagged and you had to go over it four times to get it right and five more to perfect it.

By the end, you were running like you were being hunted to find John and drive to the company building. The meeting as you had expected was long and tiring. At least, it was a productive one. You discussed the script, the new additions, and the schedule. You shared a few worries and disagreements you had and you mostly managed to find the middle ground. Another meeting would be held in a week before filming would officially start in a few weeks.

It was past eleven when you opened the door of the Castle. No one was in the living room, which was to be expected.

“I’m back!” you shouted, even though no one would hear you if they were in the garden. The night was warm and your skin felt stifling. Sweat dotted your forehead and the change of temperature, when you walked inside the air-conditioned Castle, sent a shock through your system. Your legs had turned to stones and you struggled to take off your shoes.

All you wanted was to fall asleep. You opened the balcony door and shouted again that you were back and that you would be in your room. You closed it before you could hear any replies.

In your room, you had to force yourself to change into your pajamas instead of falling face-first onto your bed in your dirty clothes. You didn’t have the energy to take a shower like you usually did at the end of the day. Your appetite had also disappeared. You hadn’t eaten dinner but you weren’t hungry. You were taking off your makeup in the bathroom when there was a knock on your door.

For a moment, you debated not answering but you dismissed the thought instantly.

“Come in,” you called. “I’m in the bathroom.”

You heard the door open and close again. You dragged the cotton pad roughly across your face, you didn’t have the patience to be gentle and it left your skin red. Some days it was just too sensitive.

“Are you alright?” The care in Seokjin’s voice tugged at the tight knot in your chest, loosened it. You glanced at the door but he wasn’t there.

Most of the makeup was gone from your face and you looked like a mess. You threw the cotton pads in the bin and washed your face quickly to get rid of the mascara under your eyes and any stubborn residues of makeup.

Seokjin was standing by your vanity, waiting for you. It wasn’t often that he came to your room. You weren’t used to seeing him there but it felt right.

“For someone who has been running around for more than sixteen hours, I am peachy,” you tried to joke but the delivery was lacking. It was confirmed by Seokjin’s frown.

“That’s too much, even for you. That isn’t healthy.”

“It is what it is,” you said, trying not to sound defensive. “It isn’t something I haven’t done before. And tomorrow’s schedule is easier so it’s alright.”

That didn’t seem to do anything to ease his mind. “Because you did it before, it doesn’t mean you should keep doing that.”

You rubbed your temples, your headache was getting worse. “There are things that need to get done. I can’t just stop because I’m tired. I get calls all day and my inbox is full of emails I haven’t answered yet. I have a million things on my plate, I can’t ignore them.”

“I know,” Seokjin said, his tone softer. He came closer to you and took your hand in his. The touch was grounding. You hadn’t realized you were spiraling until your feet were planted on the earth again. “We know how important your work is and how much effort you have put in to be where we are. It’s admirable and it’s incredible that you’ve managed to do all this. But your health is important too. You can’t keep running with an empty tank. You need to rest too.”

You heaved a sigh and let your head fall forward to rest on his chest. Your nose wasn’t as sensitive as a hybrid’s but breathing in the familiar sweetness calmed you. He hugged you and drew you closer to him, his hand kneading the tense muscles of your shoulders and the back of your neck.

“We missed you,” he said almost in a whisper.

“You always miss me.”

Seokjin stayed quiet but you both knew. They always missed you because you were always gone.

“You should eat something before you fall asleep. Yoongi and I made gnocchi with prosciutto and parmesan and garlic bread with mozzarella. I can bring it here but I think it would be best if you ate in the kitchen. Everyone wants to see you but they don’t want to bother you.”

The simple act of going to the kitchen sounded like climbing a mountain. Your bed looked too attractive, only a meter away and very very soft. Your eyelids were heavy with the need to sleep and yet…

“I’ll come to the kitchen,” you said. Having woken up at five, you hadn’t seen anyone before leaving. The thought of not seeing them at all today left a sour taste in your mouth. “But can we stay here? For a bit?”

Seokjin placed a tender kiss on the crown of your head. “Of course. For as long as you want.”

You lost track of time in his arms but no more than five minutes must have passed by the time you pulled back with a heavy heart. A temporary balm had been applied to the ailments of the day. You could hold yourself up for a few more minutes to eat a little, you had been doing it all day.

Your legs were as heavy as concrete walking to the kitchen. You had to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other, otherwise, you might just collapse. There was noise coming from the kitchen but your tired mind couldn’t register what they were saying.

You were surprised to see that everyone was there waiting for you, even Taehyung. Yoongi placed the plates in front of your seat and Jimin added the cutlery. Everyone else was sitting around the table in their usual stools.

Their greetings were quieter than usual and you guessed that they were conscious of how tired you were. You gave them the warmest smile you could master and patted Hoseok’s hair as you passed by to take your seat. The aroma of the food made your stomach growl, you hadn’t realized how hungry you had been before. Your appetite was back. Everything looked incredible as always and you couldn’t wait to dig in.

“Are you all just going to look at me while I eat?” you asked, picking up your fork.

The hybrids looked sheepish at your question.

“We just wanted to see you,” Jungkook said. “You left too early in the morning.”

You had to compose yourself to pierce a couple of gnocchi with your fork and not sigh out loud. Yoongi’s eyes were heavy on you, they were the ones you could detect with the most ease. You were the most aware of him.

“I had too much to do today. They have been bugging me from the studios for days. If I didn’t start early, I would have never finished. And I prefer an early morning to a late night. I tend to work better in the morning.”

You forced the fork to your mouth. You were ravenous but the conversation stalled your appetite.

“I would think that this was considered a late night,” Namjoon pointed out.

The taste, as expected, was heavenly. The creaminess of the parmesan sauce was tied perfectly with the savory crispy prosciutto. In your condition, you felt like it was wasted on you. As hungry as you were, you just wanted to put your fork down and go to sleep. But you couldn’t do that. You were better than that, you could eat something and then you could go to sleep. You could do that, you had done this before. Hadn’t you?

“This isn’t a late night,” you said after you swallowed the delicious bite. You had to eat another one. And another one. “Late nights can be anything from three a.m. to the next morning. This doesn’t happen often but I really had too many things to do. This is just for a few weeks because we’re moving very fast with the Raven Boys and filming for Season 6 of Paper Hearts will start soon. There are a lot of meetings and things they need my opinion on, it will actually be better once filming starts. They don’t need me as much then.”

You pushed the gnocchi around and you could tell they didn’t believe you without looking at them. It was true that your workload was heavier these days but you couldn’t exactly guarantee that it would get better soon. Filming for the Raven Cycle had been going exceptionally well and it was moving faster than you had originally planned. It would be wrapping up by the end of September or by early October at the latest. Wrapping up was a lot of work, the beginning and the end were the busiest parts.

The rest of autumn was going to be very difficult too. There was the premier as well, which added to your workload greatly. It would take up all of November and the work for it would start from October. Maybe December would be calmer. Maybe.

You ate the rest of your meal in relative silence. They didn’t talk more about you leaving early and coming back late although you knew they wanted to. Their voices were quiet as they talked about anything from witches in cartoons to color theory. You let their words play in the background like the sound from a TV as you tried to eat as much as you could.

The result was a half-finished plate of gnocchi and one less garlic bread with mozzarella. Your eyes were closing involuntarily by then, staying closed for longer periods each time. If you didn’t go to sleep now, you would fall face-first into the gnocchi.

You slid off your seat and balanced yourself on numb legs. “Thank you for this, it was delicious. But I really need to go to sleep now.”

“It’s okay,” Seokjin said, glancing at half of the food still on the plate. “You should rest.”

“At what time do you start work tomorrow?” Yoongi asked. He had been silent during your dinner and his voice rang louder than the rest to your ears.

It must have taken a few seconds to navigate the fog in your mind before you could answer. “Filming starts around nine, so I should be there by eight. Half past eight at most.”

“That’s still too early,” Hoseok said, frowning.

You waved their worries off. They had better things to worry about than the job you had been doing for half of your life. “It isn’t too early. I can sleep for a decent number of hours before I have to get ready. It’s alright, really. Goodnight, everyone. Sweet dreams.”

With effort, you dragged your body to your bedroom. You didn’t bother turning on the lights and stumbled to your bed guided only by the moonlight. There wasn’t a point in closing the blinds when you would wake up around the time the sun was rising. The light of your phone was too bright in the darkness and it made your eyes sting as you set an alarm.

A few messages caught your attention but a knock stopped you before you could open them.

“Come in,” you called, setting your phone aside. The door opened and the light from the hallway slipped in, outlining the silhouettes of the two hybrids. “Is everything okay?”

They both nodded and Jimin took a few steps into the room. “Can we sleep here tonight?”

“Both of you?” you asked, half-suppressing a yawn. Unlike Jimin, Jungkook hadn’t slept in your room before and the only time you had shared a bed was in Virginia.

Jungkook’s bunny ears drooped. “I can go, I don’t mind. I just missed you.”

“Sorry, that isn’t how I meant it.” Your surroundings were a bit blurry, the minutes stretched but were also impossibly short. It felt a little like life was a dream when you were tired like this. “Come in, both of you. And close the door behind you. It is blinding me a bit.”

They hurried inside and did as you told them. You couldn’t see them well as they moved through the darkness. They surrounded you, lying on different sides. Jimin didn’t hesitate to draw closer, throwing an arm over your stomach. Jungkook was a little stiffer on your left like he didn’t know how to situate himself. You found his hand, intertwining your fingers, and a quiet sigh escaped his lips.

It felt right, lying between them. Like that was how it was meant to be. But maybe that was the exhaustion talking, the dream realm slipping into the waking world.

“I missed you too,” you whispered. “Now sleep. I have an alarm set for the morning.”

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Summer bled seamlessly into autumn. The change wasn’t apparent in the Castle, autumn had only arrived in name. The heat was still there and would remain for some time. During the days, it still made sweat drip down your temples the few times you filmed outside the studios but the nights were comfortable and moon-bright.

You had a couple of hours free between takes and nothing to do so you got into your car (John had taken the day off to spend some time with Alice) and started the engine. “Nothing to do” was a relative term of course. There were many things you could be doing, countless extra little tasks that crowded your thoughts, but you disregarded all of them. You had been spending whole days away from home and you were beginning to feel guilty about it.

On your way back, you stopped by your favorite homemade gelato shop. In San Diego, you had gone for gelato the first day and the hybrids had loved it. You had made it a habit to get gelato at the beginning of each day during ComicCon, it was your little ritual. You had ordered gelato a couple of times to the Castle as well but with eight people, it didn’t last more than a day.

There were dozens of flavors behind the display case, all of them looking delectable. You got a wide variety, remembering the flavors they liked the most. You picked hazelnut, tiramisu, chocolate chip cookie, almond, caramel, coconut, cream and sour cherry, nutella, and vanilla and asked for 1 kilo of each to be delivered to your house. It was too hot and your house was too far to transport them in your car.

You didn’t have to wait more than a few minutes outside the gate before the delivery boy arrived. You got the bags full of gelato containers from him and sent him off with a hefty tip. The Castle was a long way from the heart of the city and anyone willing to make deliveries there deserved a nice tip.

Unlocking and opening the door was a struggle but you managed. You shouted you were back and fast-walked down the stairs, the plastic bags digging into your hands. On the second level, you were faced with Jungkook, who was also climbing the stairs to reach you. He looked as if he was ready to attack you with a hug before noticing the bags.

“A little help?” you asked, raising the bags a little higher. Your arms protested loudly.

Jungkook quickly took most of the bags from you and if you hadn’t been the one carrying them before, you would have believed they were light as a feather with the way he was holding them. “What are all these?” he asked, peeking into the bags. His eyes sparkled and his smile widened in realization when he spotted the containers. “Is that–?”

“Gelato,” you said, a little proud of yourself for thinking of making the stop on your way back.

Jungkook’s steps turned into little hops. “You are the best! How much did you get? Are these all different flavors?”

“You will see…”

Jungkook made a sound close to a petulant whine. “Come on,” he said, dragging the vowels. “What are they? Did you get hazelnut?”

“We’re almost there. You’ll see in a minute.” The garden was coming into view as you climbed down to the last level but Jungkook still turned back to pout at you. “Dramatic bunny,” you muttered lowly but not low enough for his enhanced hearing not to pick it up. You didn’t mind, his giggles were cute.

At the bottom of the stairs, Namjoon and Seokjin were waiting for you.

Seokjin squeezed your wrist in greeting before saying, “He is a very dramatic bunny.”

“Hey! You should be on my side!”

Seokjin raised his eyebrows. “And why is that?” And that set off a round of bickering as they walked to the table to set down the bags.

Despite your protests, Namjoon took the last bags from you. “You should accept a little help from time to time,” he said firmly. You knew that he meant it for more than this. You decided to ignore it for now, you would overthink this later.

“Everyone, gather around! I brought gelato!” you called.

In a few minutes, everyone was gathered around the table. Hoseok, upon seeing the many containers of gelato, had done a happy dance, kissed your cheek and ran upstairs with Seokjin to get bowls and spoons. Jimin had wrapped himself around your back and was licking his lips, which was highly distracting. You shouldn’t be thinking about this.

Taehyung was the quietest one, as he usually was. He was sitting next to Yoongi, looking at all the containers with parted lips.

“I got gelato for us,” you told him. “It is really good. I got a lot of flavors so you can try as many as you want.”

“Gelato,” Taehyung repeated softly, gazing at the containers spread over the table.

Hoseok and Seokjin arrived with eight bowls, too many spoons and three ice cream scoops—you didn’t even know you had that many—and set them down around the table. You busied yourself with opening all the containers. You already knew which flavors you wanted so you grabbed one of the scoops and served yourself three scoops of ice cream.

Jimin had hooked his chin over your shoulder and wasn’t making any move to serve himself. That was up to you then.

“Which flavor do you want?” you asked him, dipping the scoop into the cup of water.

He rubbed his cheek against your shoulder lazily. “Hmmm, I think I want to try a few before I decide.”

You decided to indulge him, you liked it when he got playful and joked with you. You preferred when he was confident and asked for what he wanted. It was beautiful to witness how much he had changed through the months. You dipped a spoon into the flavors in your bowl first and brought them to his mouth. He savored each spoonful, humming and licking his full lips. He was so close to you, if you turned completely your noses would touch. How did you always end up in these situations lately?

“I want that too,” Jungkook said, pouting and pointing at your spoon. He was sitting at the bench and he had his own bowl in front of him, filled with four scoops of gelato.

“You want almond?” you asked.

“No, I want to be fed too.”

“You really are a baby,” Seokjin said. “Is that what’s going to be happening now? Whatever one has the other wants too?”

Jungkook looked away, taking his spoon again disappointed. “No, it just looked nice. It felt nice to be cared for when we were at the lake. If you don’t want to, that’s okay. I just wanted to ask.”

At the lake, you had been feeding them strawberries dipped in chocolate and your mind had run too wild. You should stop thinking about that. “I want to, you are just a little far. I can’t really reach.”

Jimin was about to say something, probably offer a solution but before he could, Seokjin had picked up Jungkook and plopped him down in his lap.

“Here, I will feed you, you big baby. Is this alright?” he asked, ever caring.

Jungkook squirmed a little but seemed pleased, a light flush settling on his cheeks. “Yes, of course.” He was as tall as Seokjin but in his lap, he looked much smaller. He opened his mouth obediently when Seokjin brought the spoon to his lips.

Your eyes strayed to Taehyung, you were hyper-aware of him whenever you were in the same place. His eyes had that look that you couldn’t understand, it was there every time you interacted with the other hybrids lately. They were telling you that he was opening up more these days but to you, he remained a mystery.

In the end, Jimin ate most of your gelato and you scooped some chocolate chip cookie into your bowl because you knew how much he liked it. Hoseok and Namjoon closed the containers and carried them upstairs, they returned and went to sit by the pool. Yoongi finished quickly and lied down under the shade of the tree closest to them. Jungkook grew sleepy and turned to the side, laying his head on Seokjin’s shoulder. Jimin joined them, hugging Jungkook from the side.

Taehyung stayed at the bench like he wasn’t sure where he should go, his empty bowl in front of him.

“Did you like it?” you asked, gesturing to his bowl. Another reminder of your shortcomings, you didn’t even know how much he had progressed in English.

“Yes, thank you,” he replied. The low timbre of his voice surprised you each time. You heard it so rarely that you didn’t get the chance to get used to it.

You should make an effort to talk to him, avoiding him would only make matters worse. But you couldn’t find anything to say. What exactly could you say to him, who had lived most of his life like a caged animal, who you had bought at an illegal auction?

Suddenly, you had the equivalent of a light bulb lighting up next to your head in a cartoon.

“Hobi told me you liked the painting of the pomegranate in the gallery,” you said then realized that pomegranate was probably a word he couldn’t understand and proceeded to explain the painting. “It has glass around it and a hand is holding it. Am I making sense?”

Seokjin looked at you amused but Taehyung nodded in understanding. “It is beautiful.”

“Right, it is,” you agreed. “The artist, the one who made it, is holding an exhibition in LA. We could go if you would like.”

You had bought the painting from her long before her fame had grown and spread. There was a magic to the way Eliana Velasco painted, everything came alive under her brush strokes. The painting of the pomegranate had enchanted you and given your history, you had to have it.

“Go?” he repeated, clearly confused.

“Yeah, to a place that has many of her paintings. You can see them there. Would you like that?” Talking to him, you were more nervous than at any of the award shows you had attended the past few years, more nervous than during any contract negotiations.

Taehyung’s eyes widened a fraction before he nodded. “Can I… see them?”

“Of course,” you said.

Jungkook stirred against Seokjin’s shoulder. “Are we going to an exhibition?”

“If you want to.”

“Are you going to be there too?” he asked and that was harder to answer. Your schedule was the busiest it had been in months and you were drowning in deadlines and responsibilities. You were saved from answering him by a notification on your phone. The numbers displaying the time showed that you were late to leave. You pocketed your phone and with quick goodbyes, you disappeared.

You were so stupid. You had offered to take Taehyung to an exhibition when work was wrapped around you like a noose. But you had panicked. Eliana had sent you an invitation for the opening night, promising there would be French champagne and hors d’ oeuvres. You had attended plenty of her exhibitions and had many conversations about art and life and their inter-connected philosophy while drinking champagne or wine and staring at paintings.

Although Taehyung’s situation was solved and Amelia had let you know some time ago that legally you were safe, going to the opening night didn’t sound like a good idea. There would be many journalists there who would love to write a piece about you and your sudden decision to adopt so many hybrids. They could go without you another day, that wouldn’t be too bad. Taehyung looked so hopeful and now that you had said it, you couldn’t take it back. You could text Eliana and ask her if she could meet you there one day so you could introduce her to them.

You should try and get some time off.

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It was like a curse, to not be able to sleep in the very few hours you could afford to. Your bed was empty and cold and you couldn’t get comfortable regardless of how much you twisted and turned. Your limbs were too long and awkward and nothing felt right. All the wild thoughts you couldn’t be bothered with during the day showed up one after the other to be examined from every angle and set aside to pick up the next one. It was a losing battle and yet you insisted on fighting it every time before giving in, getting up and popping a pill into your mouth.

You returned the bottle to the cabinet and closed it. After Seoul, for some time it had returned to your bedside table but after a couple of weeks had passed it felt like you were admitting defeat by keeping it there. The image in the mirror was a far cry from the celebrity you were supposed to be. The darkness under your eyes formed bruises, getting worse by the day. Your skin had grown pale and your hair was a mess, you hadn’t had enough strength to braid it before attempting to fall asleep.

You considered going back to bed but the pills could take up to an hour to work when your insomnia reached its peak and you were craving a snack. Something small and sweet sounded nice.

Once again, you had returned late and eaten dinner alone. Your appetite was lacking although the food was delicious. Sometimes, it got like that when you were too tired. You had promised yourself to limit early mornings and late nights but that had changed when you had texted Eliana about the exhibition. She had offered to accompany you to the exhibition on one of the days it was closed to the public and you were more than thankful to her but that also meant that you would have to take half the day off.

The TV was on in the living room, subtitles displayed at the bottom of the screen with no sound. Namjoon was sitting on the couch, arms crossed and watching with distracted eyes. Everyone else had departed to their rooms for the night. His ears twitched as you took a few more steps and he turned to look at you.

You waved your hand, trying to offer him a smile. “Hey.”

He sat up straighter. “Hi. Why are you still awake? Do you need something?”

“Just some water. Maybe a snack.”

“You were really tired when you went to bed. Did you not fall asleep?” he asked, frowning.

You shrugged. “I couldn’t. It’s one of those nights. If I eat something, maybe I will fall asleep easier. A full stomach and all that.” You didn’t mention the pill, it was awkward to do that. “Don’t let me disturb you. I’ll just grab something and go back to bed.”

Namjoon got up and in a few strides, he was standing in front of you. He caressed your cheek, searching for something in your eyes. You weren’t sure what he could see there. “I’ll join you. Let’s sit together for a bit. I haven’t seen you properly in a few days.”

“But you must have stayed back to watch that,” you said. A documentary was playing on the TV, something about Egyptian history.

“It doesn’t matter. I would rather spend my time with you. Unless you don’t want to, then I’ll go back to the couch and be very quiet.”

You slid your hand in his, the touch grounding you in a night that felt both like you were wide awake and caught in a blurry dream. “I would like some company. I’ve missed you too. I’m–”

“Don’t say you’re sorry. There is no need for that.”

He leaned down, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead. His lips lingered for a few moments, warmth spreading inside you. You raised your head and captured his lips in a kiss. The worst part was that you couldn’t remember how long it had been since you had last shared a kiss. His lips were velvet as you remembered them. This was home. Running back and forth, you had forgotten what it felt like.

You pulled back and grabbed his hand. “Let’s go.”

In the kitchen, Namjoon stood next to you as you rummaged through the cupboards for something that looked appetizing to you. The cupboards were full and yet nothing was calling to you until Namjoon remembered that Seokjin had made ice cream sandwiches with the gelato you had bought and various kinds of cookies. That sounded like heaven so you opened the freezer and chose two of them.

You leaned against the counter, shoulder to shoulder with Namjoon, while you devoured them. Gelato might not have been the best idea to put you to sleep but they tasted heavenly. The pill would start working sooner or later.

“Is it worse today?” he asked. He didn’t elaborate further, he didn’t have to.

The ice cream sandwiches were gone and you were left holding the plate. You licked your fingers and placed it in the sink. “I have a lot of things on my mind. I should be too tired to think but apparently, I’m never too tired for that.”

“Anything in particular?”

“Everything, more or less.” You turned to the side, facing him. “There’s too much to think about and not enough time. Never enough time,” you muttered the last sentence to yourself. If you had all the time in the world it would still not be enough, you would find a way to fill it. “I’ve been putting everything off. Everything I don’t want to deal with or I don’t know how to deal with. And the longer I put it off, the worse it gets.”

He was quiet for a few seconds, taking in what you said and pondering how to reply. It was beautiful, how his mind worked and how attentive he was. “If there is any way we can help you, anything I–we can do, we will. Whatever you want to do, we will support you. Sometimes, in our head, we can make things look bigger, more scary than they are. Do you want to talk about them? Maybe if you talk about what you have to do or what you’re worried about, it will be easier to work out the best way to approach them.”

That was something your therapist used to tell you, that while things festered in your head, they would only get more tangled and more daunting. She had suggested writing them down or talking to her about them. She was right, you knew she was right and that it helped and yet you hadn’t stopped to do that.

You took a deep breath, debating if it would be better to find a notebook and figure out your mess on paper instead of dragging Namjoon into it. But there was a part of you that itched to confide in him and give in to the way you felt safe when you were together.

“I don’t even know where to start,” you confessed.

You started slowly, with your usual worries about Taehyung, how he was adjusting and how little time you were spending with him and if that was for the best. It was the same old spiralling, you had poked and prodded at it so many times and Namjoon must have been bored of listening to the same rehashed concerns, yet he didn’t interrupt you. You unravelled steadily, once you started speaking, you couldn’t stop. There was the filming for the Raven Cycle, the final touches of Six of Crows, the premiere and the weeks of promotions and the anticipation for the reviews of the critics and the audiences. The book you hadn’t finished and the deadline you couldn’t meet.

You rubbed your hands over your face. It had been so long since most of those problems had surfaced and you were ashamed that you hadn’t faced them yet. “And we haven’t told anyone about us. We said we would and I know you’re waiting for me but I’m never here. And I don’t know how.”

Namjoon caught your hand and brought it to his lips. Lowering it, his thumb rubbed soothing circles on your skin. “It doesn’t have to be complicated. They will understand and they will be happy for us. You shouldn’t let this keep you awake, everything will be alright. They are our pack, this won’t change anything.”

“But…” The anxiety that persisted. “Yoongi. What if his reaction is… bad. You know what he said.”

“That was before.” He sounded sure but there was a tightness at his jaw. “It is different now. He is different, you can see it. He is softer around the edges, he even helps Jin in the kitchen. He’s settling in.”

“Because he doesn’t know,” you said. “You remember what he said, right? That night? That I adopted you so I could take my pick and now there is Jin and it’s just too much like that, can’t you see it?”

“It’s nothing like that. We both–” Namjoon stiffened, his gaze locking somewhere towards the entrance. “Yoongi?”

Your heart rate sped up, a knot forming in your chest. Yoongi walked in, his socked feet not making a sound. How much had he heard? The last minutes of the conversation replayed in your mind in a panicked mess. What had you said? How long had he been there, listening to you, before Namjoon noticed him? What conclusions would he reach?

Instinctively, you tried to get away from Namjoon but his hold on your hand kept you there.

The panther’s face didn’t give anything away. You couldn’t read him regardless of how much you studied him. You didn’t know his tells, if he had any. His expression was a carefully curated mask of apathy and you couldn’t see past it. Or you didn’t dare to try. Maybe you were too afraid of what you would find.

“How did you know it was me?” he asked, voice missing some of its smoothness.

Namjoon held your hand tighter. “You are the only one who can sneak up on me.”

You swallowed down your anxiety and tried to think of him the way he was the past few months, when he helped you with rearranging your office, him playing the piano in the afternoons, your walk at the lake, the vague memory of him helping you up to your room when you were drunk in Virginia. But they were all pushed back by the memory of his snarl and his sharp teeth that night.

“How much did you hear?” you asked, forcing your voice to be steady. He was going to learn of it at some point and as scared as you were, you had to face this.

“Enough.” His tail curled behind him and stilled. “You are afraid of my reaction to something. Is that it?”

Your eyes locked with Namjoon’s and he nodded. This time you weren’t going to run. This time would be different. “Yes, there is something we wanted to tell you. Something we wanted to tell everyone. I didn’t know how to tell you, that’s all.”

“You can tell me now,” he said and it sounded almost like a dare. You weren’t sure if you were walking into a trap.

Namjoon spoke up before you could. “You remember that the two of us are… We are together, as humans would say, romantically.” Yoongi nodded. You couldn’t imagine how he could forget. “That extends to Jin now. We love him and he loves us.” It was almost like he was challenging him to say anything but Yoongi was quiet.

“We didn’t know how to tell everyone. And you…” You didn’t know how to finish.

He scoffed. “I was an asshole.” One side of his lips was twisted up but something about it hurt. “You didn’t want to tell me because I was an asshole when I found out about you two. Worse than an asshole.” He dropped his gaze to the floor, his shoulders were slumped as if in defeat. For a moment, you wished to reassure him but what he was saying was the truth. “I understand. I’m not– I’m happy for you. And I’m sorry.”

He turned to leave but, through your confusion, you knew you didn’t want him to go.

“Wait,” you called. He stopped but didn’t turn around. “Let’s talk. We need to talk.”

Yoongi looked at you over his shoulder. This time, you studied him without your heavy-duty lenses, without the fear of discovery. Like the expression of an actor, you picked apart the tiniest details to paint a picture. When your own barriers were gone, it was easier to see.

“What is there to talk about?” he asked.

“A lot. Things we should have talked about sooner.” Communication was a golden rule in your handbook and you used to be good at it, you tried to be good at it. The misunderstanding trope was overused and useless when the issue could be resolved with a simple conversation.

It was about time you stopped walking on eggshells.

“We never truly talked about it,” you started. “And I didn’t really want to because things were going so well. They are going well. But you are my family now.” His lips parted, only slightly but you caught it. “I can’t know how all of you see it, if it’s the same for you, but that’s the way I feel. And I want to be honest with you. I still think about what you said in the garden and sometimes it affects me more than I would like. However, I would like to put it behind us but I want to know what you think.”

His eyes were sharp but you weren’t fooled this time. “Can we? Can we really put it behind us?”

Namjoon was silent next to you, he was letting you handle it.

“I think we are already beginning to.” You took a deep breath in preparation. There was a question that could make or break this peace between you and you were both dreading and dying to ask. “Do you think that I’m taking advantage of them because I love them romantically?”

His eyes widened. “No,” he denied sharply. “No, of course I don’t.”

It was like a knot unravelling in your heart. Although there was a part of you that had known, the relief was still there. “Then we can move past it. We can try again. We are already trying again.”

“How?” Yoongi asked and he sounded smaller, much smaller than you were used to.

The pills were beginning to act, it was a light drowsiness at first. You had to do this quickly before you fell asleep and crumbled down on the floor.

“The same way we are doing now. By doing our best.”

“I am trying” His hands clenched into fists and loosened again. “I’m sorry. For everything.”

“You don’t need to be. Not anymore. As long as I know that we are fine.” Your eyes were growing heavier and the fog was slipping in. “I think we should go to bed now,” you said. It was getting more and more difficult to open your eyes.

You must have stumbled or something because you heard Yoongi ask, “Are you alright?” at the same time as Namjoon’s “Do you want help?”

You waved them both off. “I’m fine. It’s the pills.” It was easier to admit when you were almost asleep. One moment your feet were on the floor and the next you were up in the air. “Joon?”

“I’m taking you to your room. It’s time for sleep.” One of his arms was under your knees and the other was holding you close to his body.

“Namjoon, I can walk,” you protested weakly. Namjoon shushed you and you let it go. You were so incredibly sleepy and you were safe there. You relaxed in his arms and finally closed your eyes.

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Most of the flowers were drooping in the garden of the Castle. Namjoon and Jimin were attempting to keep them alive for as long as possible before fall swept them away. They cut off the dead leaves, watered the plants and applied the appropriate fertilisers. There were also varieties that lasted all year and the gardener had taught them how to take care of them too.

“These won’t last much longer,” Jimin said, running his fingers gently over the petals of a slowly wilting flower.

“They will bloom again in spring,” Namjoon reassured him. “Each season has its beauty and these belong to spring and summer. Autumn has its own colors too but they are different.”

Jimin pulled his hand back and grabbed the watering can. “I know, but I will miss them.”

Namjoon patted his head and Jimin preened under his touch, chasing his hand. He was too cute sometimes and Namjoon adored him. “It’s okay to miss it but you can also be happy about the new things that are coming. Miss Roberts said she will bring sunflowers and hydrangeas to plant next week, it will add some color. When something ends, something else begins.”

Jimin giggled, watering the flowers although they would be dead next week. “Nora has told you many times to call her by her name.”

Namjoon rubbed the back of his head. “I forgot. I’m trying.”

Yoongi came out of the house, a book in his hand. He had been visiting the library more lately. Namjoon had been wondering where he had been. The rest of the pack had holed up in the cinema room to watch a comedy and, like the two of them, Yoongi had opted out but they hadn’t seen him since.

“Yoongi!” Jimin called, waving with the hand that wasn’t holding the watering can. “Come here. Sit with us, we are almost done.”

Yoongi paused, glancing at the table and benches on the other side of the garden.

“Come on,” Namjoon called for him as well. That was enough to sway Yoongi’s decision, who made his way to them.

Jimin bounced up to him, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the flower bushes they were tending to. Yoongi grumbled about the rough treatment but Namjoon wasn’t fooled, the upturn of his lips was small but unmistakable.

Jimin explained to him what they had been doing so far and Yoongi listened to him attentively.

“They are beautiful. You have been doing a really good job. Both of you,” he said, his eyes darting to Namjoon.

He was tense, it wasn’t obvious but Namjoon could pick it up. He gave him a smile, hoping he would relax. Yoongi confused him but he thought he could understand him a little better now. “Thank you. What are you reading?”

“Oh, this?” Yoongi raised the book a little and shrugged. “I saw it and I thought it was interesting.”

“I haven’t seen that before,” Namjoon said.

The cover was painted in shades of yellow and orange, framing two pyramids. Without saying anything, Yoongi handed him the book. It was called The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho and it was a relatively short book. He turned it around to look at the synopsis and Jimin peeked at it over his shoulder. Namjoon wondered if you had read it or if it had been sitting there unread on your shelves for years. There were so many books in your library and you had admitted that you hadn’t read most of them, but you had also told them that once upon a time you used to read a hundred books a year.

“It does sound interesting,” Namjoon commented, passing back the book. “You should tell me if it is any good when you finish it.”

Yoongi looked down at the book’s cover. “I will.”

Jimin declared that they were done with gardening for the day and grabbed both of their hands, pulling them to the shade underneath one of the trees. They sat down and he situated himself with his head in Namjoon’s lap and his legs in Yoongi’s. Yoongi cracked open his book and began to read while Jimin talked about flowers.

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“And… CUT!” you called. It was repeated again by Will and the actors relaxed, the expressions of their characters wiped clean. “That will be it for today. Thank you everyone!”

The crew buzzed as the cameras and the sound systems were turned off. People were talking to their earpieces and others were giving pats on the back to each other for another successful day on set. Crew members passed by and offered their congratulations to you.

“What are you rushing for?” Will asked.

You continued throwing everything carelessly into your backpack. “I’m visiting the gallery today, remember?”

“Right, that’s today,” he said, snapping his fingers. Some things stuck with you in entertainment. For example, the overexaggerated gestures. “I thought you had a company meeting dressed like this. A very important one.”

In the morning, you had put more thought into your outfit compared to a simple filming day. You were wearing tan trousers and a form-fitting black top embellished by a crossover belt that wrapped around the body and was tied together with a golden Medusa head emblem. The heels, the golden earrings, bracelets, and rings confirmed that filming wasn’t the only thing on your schedule.

You slung your backpack over your shoulder (you would switch it later with a black Dior bag you had in your car). “No meetings for me today. I really have to go. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow.”

“Have a good time, boss!”

You greeted any familiar faces on your way to your car and sent a quick message to Namjoon that you would be picking them up soon. The 8-seater car was an impulse purchase at a time when you had a larger friend group. You hadn’t used it much, only for a couple of short trips to private beaches.

You checked your appearance in the visor mirror and reapplied some powder and lipstick. You looked good enough, there wasn’t much more you could do.

The hybrids were waiting by the fountain. They had dressed nicely for the occasion, wearing some of the more formal outfits you had bought for them. You could feel the excitement in the air as they climbed into the car. It had been a long time since you had gone to the city like this. Jimin was quick to slide into the passenger seat, followed by a little happy dance at his success.

The exhibition was taking place in Central Los Angeles, housed in a tall and wide building that appeared to be made up of several cubes that jutted out of the main structure. Jungkook and Hoseok had their phones out, taking photos of the strange building. Distantly, you remembered coming here before but you couldn’t place when or why.

Eliana was waiting for you inside wearing a simple flowing blue dress and a large smile. You greeted each other with a hug and proceeded to introduce the boys to her. She shook their hands enthusiastically and in a few seconds she had already engaged them in a conversation about art. Usually, she talked quickly like she was rushing to get everything out before she forgot but she was talking slowly now, using simpler words and waiting for Hoseok to translate whenever he deemed he should.

She guided you through the gallery, floating ahead of you. She gave explanations of some of her works while she let others speak for themselves. Taehyung’s eyes were sparkling while she talked, in a way you had never seen before. His smile stayed on during your whole visit, big and boxy, and you finally felt like you were doing something right.

The other hybrids seemed to be enjoying themselves as well. Namjoon was asking plenty of questions about the meaning behind the paintings and her inspiration and Jungkook was very interested in the more technical aspect of her work. She readily answered all of their questions and when you pointed out that Jungkook spent a lot of his time painting, she encouraged him to show her some of his work. Although he was shy, hiding behind his floppy ears at first, Eliana managed to convince him to show her a few of the paintings he had on his phone. She was stunned when you told her he had only been painting for a few months and Jungkook grew even shier when she showered him in compliments.

At the end of the tour, she let you wander the gallery by yourselves for some time and then suggested going to the gallery’s gardens to hang out. The gardens were of considerable size, about as large as the inside of the gallery. Neatly trimmed flower bushes lined the pathways and plenty of modern sculptures decorated the space. A large fountain stood proudly in the middle and there was an artfully made gazebo raised on a platform at a far corner, overlooking the gardens.

You offered to go get some coffee and some baked goods from a nearby bakery/coffee shop you had found on the internet. Eliana protested at first but she gave in quickly at the promise of an iced Spanish latte and muffins. Namjoon volunteered to accompany you, although what surprised you was Yoongi offering to come along.

“You need more than two people to carry everything,” was the only explanation you got. You couldn’t deny that he was right.

He hadn’t been acting any different towards you since you had let him know about the nature of your relationship with Seokjin, so you acted the same way you always did too. His quiet acceptance was more than enough for you and it was a great weight off your shoulders.

You were talking about the exhibition, not surprised that Yoongi had been paying close attention to the paintings as he recalled his favorites, when a call of your name surprised you. The voice was familiar and, for a few seconds, you couldn’t place it. Until you could. And the peace froze over.

You turned around to find Jacob waving at you in the quiet street. His hair was cut much shorter than the last time you had seen him and his white loose pants and half-unbuttoned shirt made him look like he had just stepped off a yacht party. Maybe he had. His thousand-watt smile, reminiscent of a politician, was fixed firmly on his face.

“Hey, I knew it was you,” he said when he caught up with you, like he had won a prize. He pulled you into a quick hug and you didn’t know what to do with your hands until he let you go. “Haven’t seen you in ages.”

You wiped invisible dust from your trousers. “Yeah, I’ve been very busy.”

“You were never one for rest, right? The woman always running, always working, never has time for anything else,” he joked and it shouldn’t bother you the way it did. He gestured to Yoongi and Namjoon, “Aren’t you going to introduce us?”

Namjoon looked politely curious and Yoongi downright uninterested.

“Right,” you said. “This is Yoongi and Namjoon. And this is Jacob.”

Their eyes sharpened the moment you uttered the name.

“I’m just Jacob now?” he asked, eyebrows raised. “After three years? Not even a friend?”

“I don’t know. It isn’t like we’ve spoken since last year.”

Initially after your breakup, you used to imagine how your next meeting would go and how the two of you would act around each other. Three years was a long time to share your life with someone to then go back to being strangers. You hadn’t entertained the idea much since then, you had found yourself thinking about him less and less. Still, whenever you thought about meeting him, you hadn’t anticipated the bitterness that grazed your insides.

Jacob chuckled awkwardly. “Well, you said you were busy. I have been busy as well, I’m working with a few very big names, you know. I got my hands on some of the best songs of the year.”

“I’m sure they’re great.”

“Haven’t you listened to any of them? You must have heard a few of them. They were everywhere.” Jacob was talented enough and well-connected and he sure liked to brag about it. “I asked Zayn and he said you were doing well, working of course. And you got yourself some company too.”

You clenched your jaw to bite back the harshness burning on the tip of your tongue. You hated the way he said it and the way it reminded you of your mother.

“It was a bit of a surprise, I’ll admit. I don’t remember you ever talking about adopting, you didn’t seem a big fan of the idea. No offense of course,” he directed the last part to Namjoon and Yoongi.

“Things change,” you said dismissively. “We have to go. There are people waiting for us.”

Jacob’s smile didn’t falter but his eyes narrowed a fraction for only a second. He may only be part of your past but you could still read him well. Was it the same for him? Had he ever been able to read you in the first place?

“Of course,” he said. “I’ll see you around.”

“Sure.”

You turned around and started walking, Namjoon and Yoongi following you. Last year you loved him enough to move in with him and this year you couldn’t stand to be in his presence. You thought you would feel nothing when you’d see him again but the truth was that everything about him irritated you. His poised smile, his bragging, his nonchalance.

Why was he able to get under your skin like this? You were over him, you didn’t want anything to do with him. But you were supposed to be civil, uninterested like the heroines who didn’t raise more than an eyebrow in the direction of their exes. It irked you and the way he looked at Namjoon and Yoongi irked you more. You had defended him to everyone, he wasn’t a bad guy, he didn’t treat you badly but as time passed you were starting to realize some things you couldn’t see clearly before.

Yoongi was the first one to speak up when you had almost reached the coffee shop, “What an asshole.”

“He isn’t–” You stopped yourself and laughed. “You know what? He is, a little bit.”

“A little bit?” he repeated, doubtfully.

“I don’t want to judge but…” The way Namjoon paused told you everything you needed to know. “I had to try very hard to stop myself from growling at him.”

Yoongi smirked. “Down, wolf.” Namjoon ignored him.

“Thank you for not doing that, that wouldn’t have ended well. Please, don’t growl at people.”

“I don’t know if I can promise that.”

Well, you couldn’t say that you minded that much. You could admit to yourself that Namjoon growling was kind of hot. And if the situation called for it…

“I didn’t like the way he spoke to you,” Namjoon said. “It was weird. There was something about it that was wrong, almost demeaning.”

“He can be like that sometimes. Like he is above almost everyone else, like some things are beneath him. He would make those stupid comments and I would always try to ignore them,” He was always supportive of your career and proud of your success but he had never shown interest in any of your other hobbies and likes. Reading was boring, paintings were overrated and overpriced, drinking tea was pretentious. “I never thought I would be one of those shit-talking their exes unless they did something really bad.”

“I support this shit-talking,” Namjoon said.

“I do too,” Yoongi agreed.

It made a strangely pleasant feeling run up your spine. “We’re here,” you said, instead of continuing the conversation. According to Google Maps, you had arrived at the coffee shop.

As you walked inside, you might have heard Yoongi saying lowly to Namjoon, “I kind of wanted to punch him.”

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You were sitting on the chair in front of your vanity, braiding your hair and stuck thinking of the same scene. Before going to his room for the night, Taehyung had approached you and thanked you for taking him to the exhibition. His expression was sincere and you finally felt like you were moving in the right direction.

When there was a knock at your door, you already knew who it was before you called for them to come in.

“Can we sleep here tonight?” Jimin asked, Jungkook draped over his back.

“When have I ever told you no?” you asked, finishing your braid and securing it in place with a silky scrunchy. “Go on.”

They both hopped on the bed, bouncing a little and sharing delightful smiles. You watched them through the mirror as they rolled around, holding each other.

Jimin looked up from where he was tangled with Jungkook, holding your gaze through his reflection. “Are you coming?”

“I am, I am,” you said, putting your brush back in the drawer.

You joined them on the bed, their hands quickly reaching for you and situating you between them like the last time. Jimin purred in contentment, rubbing his face in your collarbones. Jungkook held onto your arm and you could feel his breath caressing your neck with how close he was lying.

An unwanted echo of what Jacob had said entered your mind. Always working, never having time for anything else or anyone else, even the ones most important to you. You were gone most of the days and it made sense that they wanted to be close to you at least at night.

“Did you have fun today?” you asked them to distract yourself.

“I loved it! Eliana was so nice and her paintings were incredible,” Jimin said. “I took so many photos, my phone must be full of them.”

Jungkook nuzzled up closer to you. “I took many photos too. Can we print the one we took of us all together? I want to put it in our room.”

“Yes, please,” Jimin added cutely.

“Of course. You should print a couple more too, if you want, and choose some pretty frames for them. There is a lot of free space in your room.”

They cheered a little. You lied there in comfortable silence but you could detect a nervous energy in the air. It was in the way Jimin was fidgeting with the hem of your silk night shirt and how tightly Jungkook was gripping your arm. You waited until they were ready.

“We actually… we have something to tell you,” Jimin said.

“Anything you want, kitten,” you said, running your fingers through his hair. You could see how the use of the nickname affected him, squirming a little as his smile grew sweeter. “You know you can tell me anything.”

“I just–” He looked at Jungkook, who gave him an encouraging nod. “I kissed him, we kissed. And… it makes me very happy.”

Jungkook caught Jimin’s hand that was pulling at your shirt and intertwined their fingers, laying their joint hands on your stomach. “He makes me very happy too,” he said in a small voice.

The new knowledge was like a puzzle piece sliding into place. It felt natural to you that their relationship would progress like that. The way they looked at each other, the way they touched each other, was evidence of a deeply intimate connection. If the image your mind conjured of them kissing lit a spark in your chest, you hid it even from yourself.

“Thank you for telling me. If it makes you happy, then I am happy too. All I want for you is to be happy and know how loved you are. Come here.” You pulled them closer and placed lingering kisses on their foreheads. “I will always support you. Always.” You took a decision then. You couldn’t put it off any longer. “I have something to tell you too. Jimin already knows but Jungkook, I would like for you to know too. I don’t know how to say this exactly and I’m sorry we’ve kept this from you but I, Namjoon and Jin have been romantically involved. All of us. We have been kissing too.”

“Oh.” Jungkook paused. “That makes sense.” You couldn’t help but laugh at that, Jimin joining you. “I mean you’re very close and it just makes sense. We’re pack and I think that most packs are a little in love with each other, in one way or another,” he said. His cheeks felt hot against your shoulder.

In one way or another. He was right, it was such a special bond and you could imagine that for hybrids who felt the sense of pack deeper, the lines were easily blurred. A door opened in your mind but you closed it again forcefully.

Jimin fit his face in the crook of your neck. “I love you. I love you so much, all of you. Our pack. I don’t know how I got so lucky to have you. I don’t know if I deserve this.” His voice was wet.

“You do,” you stated. “You deserve everything and more. And we love you so much. So much.”

Jungkook squeezed his hand. “We love you, Jiminie. Our pack wouldn’t be complete without you. We need you to be whole. We need everyone.”

Their hands remained linked over your abdomen as you fell asleep.

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sweetlyskz · 8 months ago

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Emerald Gem||Chapter Seven PREVIEW

Hybrid!bts x fem!reader

Overview: Living away from society has its perks. All natural food from your thoroughly cultivated farm, no nosy neighbors, and peace and security with your animals. But sometimes you did get lonely, having no one to talk to but the cows and pigs. However, when 7 extremely wanted hybrids stumble upon your deserted farm, everything changes.

Genre: Hybrid Au, Strangers to lovers, slow burn, smut, fluff

A/N: here’s a teaser of chapter seven!! I should have the entire chapter out sometime next week but enjoy for now :)

You did what you could to comfort them, but you knew that without Namjoon home, the boys were never going to feel true peace. It made you sick to your stomach thinking about what the researchers may be doing to him. Taehyung couldn’t sleep without being next to Jimin. Jimin was restless when sleeping without Jungkook.

And Kook had night terrors when he wasn’t cuddling with you.

Hoseok was jumpy. A knock at the door had him running. Thunderstorms woke him from his slumber. Jin was unusually caring. In the morning he already made breakfast, working on lunch. After showers, it gave Jin a sense of protection drying his pack members hair. He even made his rounds, room to room, making sure everyone was sleeping soundly. When Jin had a chance to rest his eyes, all he could picture was the people he loved be snatched one by one.

Yoongi had a caffeine problem.

A cup in the morning, cup in the afternoon, and a piping hot cup before bed. He believed it to be a stress reliever, but he was actually bouncing off the walls, having caffeine induced anxiety attacks. You even tried hiding the coffee maker, but to no avail. He found it every time. And he would never admit that he can’t relax without having the entire pack in his sight.

“Can I come in?” A knock at your office door awoke you from your thoughts. Jin, on the other side of the door with a cup of hot cocoa and a plate of bacon and eggs, awaited your response. “I don’t wanna interrupt.”

You pushed your rolling chair to the door, creaking it open for him. “No, you’re not interrupting anything. Just doing some research...This for me?” You pointed at the plate of food in Jin’s hand. He nodded, handing you the warm plate carefully.

“And don’t worry about cleaning. Tae already put everything away. Watcha researching?” His eyes roamed your desk. A map with written directions. An article titled: Dr. Kim Petitions Court for Hybrid Rights.

And a piece of torn paper with a phone number on it and a fancy name.

“Who’s Hongjoong?” Jin asked you, a little more aggressively than he thought. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. You’re free to talk to whoever, I just-“

“It’s okay”, you giggled, showing him that you’re in no way upset. “I was actually going to talk to you guys about something, but now that you’re here I guess I’ll tell you. Come sit”. You pat the velvet ottoman across from your desk.

“I wanna get your thoughts before I tell the others.”

“Tell the others what, exactly?” Jin sat down with ease, a lot of curiosity.

You prepared your thoughts. How do I say that I want to take the countries most wanted hybrids to the research facility where their pack leader is being kept?

“W-what?”

Shit, I said that out loud.

“Wait! Im so sorry! Fuck, that came out wrong. I was trying to say that I found a way for us to get Namjoon back, but it requires a lot of work”. You hoped that eased Jins worries. You hoped he would ponder of over the idea, give it some thought. You hoped he would say yes and convince the others.

You hoped.

“So, you want to travel with six hybrid criminals, in hopes of breaking out another hybrid criminal, and make it back home in one piece? Im confused.”

Rightfully so. You didn’t have it all planned out. You didn’t give him all the details. You didn’t even know the details yourself! Now, you’re putting your trust in an old friend who claims that he believes in hybrid rights?

Sounds like a bunch of horse shit to Jin.

“Jin please just hear me out”, you begged. “I have this friend- well old classmate, really. He’s a researcher who is currently on strike for his beliefs on hybrid testing and abuse. If I can get to him, he might be able to help us get Joon back.”

You could see the look on Jin’s face. He was still dubious, and he had every right to be. Why do we have to go? He wondered. Can you promise me we’ll make it back?

“You want my honest opinion?” You nodded frantically. “Okay...”

He paused. “I feel like it’s a shitty idea.”

“Jin-“

“No! You wanna know what I think? I think it’s a dumb fucking idea! God knows what will happen on the way there. Not to mention, Joon may already be dead! Then you have led us into a trap where we will all face the same fate, you included!”

You sighed. You were getting nowhere. Dead end after dead end. It seemed hopeless. Maybe it was hopeless. Maybe Joon was already dead, and you could do nothing about it.

But you had to at least try…

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fuel-for-the-fyre · 8 months ago

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okay i’m sorry to beat a dead horse but i’m angry about this again. i genuinely cannot believe that we did not get an OUNCE of izzy backstory beyond “oh he and ed have known each for a REALLY long time” (and even then there’s inconsistencies in the amount of time implied). like. not one single flashback to his childhood, or to him and ed when they were younger

now, only three characters in the show actually get backstory flashbacks: ed, stede, and jim. why ed and stede get flashbacks is obvious, but jim is interesting because they only really get flashbacks because their backstory in season one affects the show’s plot. after that, they kind of just get pushed to the side

but izzy is an extremely important character from day one, and he becomes even more crucial to the plot in season two. and i think part of the reason why a lot of people still hate his character is because we never get an explanation for WHY he acts the way he does. we can infer, but without anything concrete it’s very easy to just dismiss it as him being an asshole

i really think a flashback to how his and ed’s relationship used to be was very needed, and an explanation for how everything went downhill and why the two of them turned out the way they did. we can gather that they were very close, and their relationship deteriorated due to ed getting bored of being blackbeard, but there’s so many little nuances to their relationship that are never really explained

not to mention that, in my opinion, izzy has more unexplained character details than any other character in the show. roach’s character design has a lot of details, but as far as i’m aware all of them have been explained, just not in-show. and of course wee john has all his tattoos, but those are just kristian nairn’s actual tattoos, so i don’t think they really count as character details

but we never get any kind of explanation (whether in-show or not) for izzy’s “x” tattoo, or the spade on his hand, or why he only wears one leather glove, or the RING ON HIS TIE, or the fucking LASH SCARS ON HIS BACK. those last two especially drive me fucking insane to think about

because with the ring, some people think that con o’neill requested to have it for his mother, but he actually only asked them to change the gem to an emerald. the ring was always going to be there. but, again, why? it’s so strange to me to have a pirate, and especially one who (at least in season one) totes being a pirate as this big, scary, masculine career, wear a dainty little ring around his neck with absolutely no explanation as to why

and with the lash scars, that is SO MUCH makeup and special effects work just for them to a.) never be addressed, even though stede could clearly see them; and b.) be barely even visible to the viewer because of the dim light and the lack of a clear shot of them

and idk if you guys have seen that BTS picture of the scars, but uh. there are a LOT of them. and again, where the fuck did they come from? i use them as fuel for my headcanon that izzy was in the navy, but is that what we’re meant to assume? is that what’s being implied here? or is it that he served on hornigold’s crew with ed and jack, even though that’s also never mentioned? did ed give them to him? we know he canonically enjoys pain (thanks for that at least, guys), at least to a certain extent, so is it meant to be implied that he had that done to him as a kink thing? is it supposed to be a joke and that’s why it’s never addressed?

i truly don’t know. i can talk myself in circles about this for hours, but at the end of the day the only good answers i can think of for why izzy didn’t get a backstory are budget and bad writing. and no, it really isn’t that serious, and i’ll move on eventually, but it’s still just extremely disappointing to me. okay, rant over

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en-djinn · 1 month ago

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Opinions on the new Warlock skin?

ahh i figured someone would ask... i saw it after i woke up today. i dont like it. bummed out cz we'll have to wait aaaaaaaaaages for him to get another one again...

i like the belt having the design of one of his actual ones and i like it being green to provide a bit of colour variance cz its a little. gold on gold on gold on gold which i disliked abt his mcu outfit too. tho at least theres darker colours too. bt i think it needs more colour in other places too. i also dont like that he doesnt have any facial markings again, and i dont count anything on the forehead cz thats just the soul gem thing. i think this abt his regular rivals design too bt he at LEAST needs some eyeliner and considering he has always always had it idk why they chose to not give him it. the black or darker gold on his face makes it way more interesting to look at/makes his features pop, and he looks naked without anything. i also dont like the shirt underneath? weird white shirt under the yellow one. honestly id say ditch both of them bt the brighter yellow is colour variance thts rly needed. also this is entirely personal opinion bt i hate the hair.

that aside i just dont like bulky outfits nd this is huge and bulky w the shoulders and i dont like it. and im bummed out cz we waited for so long fr this.

#theres been very few of the original rivals stuff ive disliked and im very sad tht one of them had to be the one char i actually care about.#as in the one char i. exclusively play. u know what i mean

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marblemoonstones · 9 months ago

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🩵 catharsis ~ chapter ten

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pairing: bts ot7 x reader

genre: collegestudentreader!au

warnings: ❗️any characters in the story have nothing to do with their real life counterparts❗️f reader, reader with glasses, curse words

*lmk if i missed any*

word count: ~6.9k (longest i’ve ever written omg)

a/n: feeding you all with a loong chapter!! also, likes and comments motivate me to keep writing, so please let me know your thoughts! 🤍

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The next day I wake up at ten, thankfully being able to sleep in a bit later today. That and I also was not woken up by the maknaes. I stretch and rub my eyes then grab my glasses.

I go about my mundane morning routine, showering and brushing my teeth and attempting to tame my hair. I slip into jeans and look for a sweatshirt. Just my luck, it’s laundry day for me and I don’t have any clean ones.

I grab a t-shirt and change then go into Jungkook’s room. He’s at the film festival again so it’s dark. I switch on the lights and roll my eyes at his messy room. Stepping over piles of schoolwork and clothes (is that my tshirt?) I reach his closet. Sifting through I choose a navy blue sweatshirt with a tiny anchor embroidered in the corner. It’s one of my favorites of his and so soft to wear.

I change then head downstairs. Namjoon is at the table reading while drinking coffee and I can see Jimin and Hobi in the living room watching tv.

“Good morning Y/n,” Namjoon says, putting down his book.

I smile. There’s something about him looking so domestic that makes me warm.

“Good morning Namjoon. Is everyone else at their events already?” I ask, grabbing a piece of toast and buttering it.

“Yep. Remind me, what time were you going to visit Tae?” He asks as I take a bite.

I chew and swallow then respond, “11:30 or so.”

“Ah okay,” Namjoon says as Jimin and Hobi come over.

“Hey Y/n!” Jimin’s very energetic this morning, but that’s nothing new.

What is new is that he gives me a giant hug and I laugh as I’m almost bowled over.

“Hi?” I ask, confused at why he’s so giddy.

“Guess what?!” He asks, making me scrunch my brows.

“What?” It’s like talking to a five year old.

“I have a gift from Tae to you!” He cheers, grabbing my hand excitedly.

I feel warm at his touch, but try to ignore it, as I always do.

“That’s so sweet of you and Tae,” I say, thinking of how it was just yesterday that I got a new dress from Namjoon (even if Jungkook spilled coffee on it).

“Let’s go get it now!” Jimin pulls me gently to the stairs and I look at Hobi and Namjoon but they just wave us on, grinning.

“Is it another dress, Jimin?” I guess, based on how Taehyung is literally a fashion designer.

“Nope. Tae wanted to do something different, so he and I came up with another idea.” We’re in front of Taehyung’s room and Jimin opens the door without a second thought.

“Now, where did he put it?” He asks absentmindedly, searching through Taehyung’s desk drawers.

I just stand there awkwardly, unsure of what to do with myself.

“Aha! Here it is.” Jimin gives me a small box that looks suspiciously like a ring box.

“Well, open it!” Jimin urges.

I hesitantly open the velvet box, and there inside is a gorgeous ring. I gasp as the precious gems shine in the light of Taehyung’s chandelier.

Jimin has a soft smile on his face, a stark contrast to his previous childlike energy.

“Do you like it?” He asks quietly, and I can feel him looking at me.

“It’s gorgeous,” I whisper, unsure of how I can even wear this properly. It’s meant for the rich main lead in a kdrama, not a broke college student like myself.

“Let’s put it on.”

Jimin takes it carefully out of the box and slips it onto my right ring finger. It’s perfectly snug there, and I can’t stop staring at the way the stones glisten and gleam in the warm light.

“You know, there’s a meaning behind each stone,” Jimin says.

I look at the big stone, which so happens to be my birthstone, and the seven smaller ones nestled around it.

“The big one is your birthstone, obviously,” Jimin says, then points to the smaller ones around it, “And these are all of our birthstones. It took a while to make, but it was worth it.”

Jimin looks at me and I look at him. We lean in closer, and my breath hitches. I study his face. The shape of his brows, the crinkle of his eyes and the deep color of them. The slope of his nose and his perfect pink lips. He’s so beautiful; an angel in both inside and out.

He blinks and I snap out of my stupor. I lean back into normal proximity and thank him.

“Oh, Jimin. It’s so wonderful,” I say, trying to make my voice sound normal and not as if we were just about to kiss, “You and Tae are so creative.”

“I’m so glad you like it. Make sure to wear it to his gallery.”

Jimin looks like he wants to say something else, but doesn’t. Instead he nods then leaves.

I stand there looking at the ring. Specifically the seven stones that circle my birthstone. The shades of purple, white, and three hues of blue shine bright. This gift feels more meaningful than all the others.

It’s almost like…a promise ring.

I drive to Tae’s gallery and park. The ring sparkles all the way there, and I decide it looks better in the sunlight.

I hop out of the car and lock it. Stowing the keys away in my purse I make my way into the fashion gallery. This event is honestly more casual than the art gallery that Namjoon and I went to yesterday so my jeans and Jungkook’s sweatshirt looks normal here. It’s funny to see everyone in casual clothing around avant-garde clothing, though.

I look at the signs and make my way to Tae’s gallery. Each designer has ten pieces they’re showing, and I pass some amazing pieces on my way to Tae’s. Just like the art gallery, the designers have the option to sell some (or all) of their clothing.

Finally I see a familiar face. Scratch that, two familiar faces. What’s Jungkook doing here?

Taehyung’s face lights up as he sees me and waves me over.

“Y/n!”

I walk faster and Jungkook turns around and grins too.

“Hey guys!” I bounce on my toes, excited to see them.

They laugh and Jungkook says, “You’re probably wondering why I’m here, right Y/n?”

I nod, and say “Yes! Wait, no, but not in a bad way. Just like curious because I thought you had to be at the film festival-“

“It’s all good Y/n. I’m here because…” Jungkook trails off and I want to smack him.

“Just spit it out!” I frustratedly say.

“Fine. Because I wanted to be,” he cheekily says.

I scoff at his answer.

“Wow, Y/n that ring looks so great on you!” Tae burst out, reaching and inspecting my finger.

“Wait, you really went through it?” Asks Jungkook, also now looking at my finger.

“Yes. Don’t I have good taste, Kookie?” Taehyung boasts.

“Fine. I will admit that it looks great, babe,” Jungkook admits, snapping a photo of it with my phone.

I pull my hand away, embarrassed, then say, “Thank you both. Now can we look at Tae’s designs?”

Jungkook and Taehyung cheekily grin at my reaction.

“Of course.”

Taehyung gives us a tour of his ten pieces.

“So, my theme for this collection is love,” he explains, walking us back to the start of his designs.

“It’s so cliche,” Jungkook whispers loudly to me, making me stifle a giggle. Taehyung acts like he didn’t hear him and carries on.

“Each design is inspired by one of the boys, myself included. Because self-love is important too, right? But each design is more detailed than what a normal person would wear. The remaining two represent our love as a whole,” he says.

That’s so cool-wait. That’s only nine. What about the last one?

“Wow, I love that they inspired you. That’s so sweet,” I praise, still curious about the last piece.

“Thank you. Now, Y/n, I have a challenge for you,” Taehyung says, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“What?” I ask suspiciously.

“Try to guess which designs are inspired by each of my boyfriends,” Taehyung challenges.

I agree, only because we’re celebrating Taehyung’s designs so I feel bad saying no to him.

“Hmmm…” I wonder aloud. This should be easier than it is. My first guess is that the black and white ensemble represents Jungkook. It has his signature chunky boots, and I look closer and see that they are embroidered with thin silver thread.

“That one’s Jungkook.” I point and Taehyung claps his hands.

“That’s correct! Kookie has a very distinct style, so I’m honestly not surprised that you guessed his first.” We go over to the outfit as Taehyung explains more.

“I went with the black and white ensemble because it represents Kook’s duality. He may seem deep and dark, wearing black and having tattoos, but in reality he’s as pure at the color white, kind and caring.” Taehyung gives Jungkook a kiss on the cheek as Jungkook’s blushes at the description of his outfit.

“Stop it hyung,” he whines, but allows the older boy to pepper kisses on his face.

“You know you like it Kookie,” Taehyung says, squishing Jungkook’s cheeks.

“Just guess Y/n!” Jungkook exclaims in an effort to draw the attention away from him.

I scan the remaining outfits and point to the one that looks like a stylish rainbow exploded on it.

“That’s Hobi’s, right?” Only his could be so colorful.

“Correct! Our Hobi-hyung is a bright soul, so I tried to represent that with this piece. I incorporated his street style too,” Taehyung proudly states, showing me the chic yet hip hop-eque outfit.

I guess next that the dark yet layered outfit is Yoongi.

“Correct again! Yoongi-hyung’s was an interesting outfit to create,” Taehyung explains, “He has so many different levels and layers to him, like an onion. Some seem dark, yet when you peel them all back, he’s really just a generous and understanding soul.” It definitely represents Yoongi; he can be aloof at the beginning but once you get to know him he’s such a warm person.

It’s difficult to choose which one is Jin but I eventually settle on the one that is soft yet also sharp.

“That’s Jin,” I say, hoping I’m correct.

Jungkook whistles.

“Damn, Y/n, I’m impressed. I even had difficulty figuring it out,” he says.

“Yep that’s Jin-hyung,” Taehyung says, “His represents the delicate balance between his personality. He is a kind and caring person, but also has boundaries and has respect for himself.”

Damn. Taehyung really captured the boys in all their deep personalities.

“Is this one Namjoon?” The outfit has a sort of scholarly appearance, yet there’s a heavier feeling to it.

“It is. Joon-hyung is a very intelligent person, yet he wears pressure on his back. He often feels that he has to provide and care for us more than the others because of his profession,” Taehyung explains.

I must look confused because Jungkook elaborates.

“Namjoon-hyung is the only one of us that doesn’t have an ‘artsy�� career, per se. Because of that he feels the need to prove to us that he’s worthy of being in our creative relationship.”

What? That’s crazy.

“That is such a stupid reason to feel inferior for!” I exclaim, “He’s so smart and teaching is one of the hardest jobs out there! It also requires some sort of creativity, doesn’t it?” To think that brilliant and kind Namjoon feels this way is crazy.

“You’re absolutely right, Y/n. We’re so glad you think this too,” Jungkook says, looking me dead in the eyes.

I stare back, coming to realize how dark his eyes are. They’re captivating me, pulling me in deeper and deeper until-

“Ahem.”

Taehyung coughs and I jump, while Jungkook just continues to stare.

“Right…so I guess I need to choose which one is you and which one is Jimin,” I say uncomfortably, trying to ignore Jungkook’s prolonged staring.

“Yep. Choose between these two.”

I study the outfits. They’re clearly a pair, one representing the day and the other the night.

The day piece is dazzling, cream and honey hues blended together to create a show stopping outfit. There are crystals sewn together to make a sun pattern and if an outfit could glow, this would be it. There’s also a singular royal blue thread sewn in it, something I assume to represent the night.

If the day outfit is meant to glow, the night one is meant to sparkle. The deepest shade of navy catches the light and show the shimmers of the fabric. Deep jewel colored crystals make an abstract galaxy. Similarly to the day piece, the night one has a single golden thread running through it.

“I think that Jimin is the sun piece and you’re the galaxy piece.” I’m unsure as I say this, but I’ve clearly made the right decision because Jungkook finally stops peering into my soul and breaks into a grin.

I sigh a breath of relief.

“You’re really good at this, Y/n,” Taehyung says.

“Explain the meaning behind them, Tae,” Jungkook urges.

Taehyung’s face becomes dreamy and he smiles softly.

“Well, Jiminie and I are soulmates. He’s the day to my night. I made the day piece to try to capture how bright and vibrant he is. He makes me so happy, and I wanted him to know he’s my sun.”

My eyes trace Taehyung’s face and his expression. He’s irrevocably infatuated just simply speaking about his love. I feel my eyes well slightly, wondering just how one person can love another that much.

“That’s the most beautiful thing,” I murmer, blinking my tears away.

“Thank you. I in many ways feel that I am not worthy of my Jiminie, but he continues to praise me even though I don’t think I deserve it,” Taehyung says, tearing his eyes away from the golden dress.

“Don’t say that, from what I’ve seen you two and everyone else in your guys’ relationship are perfect for each other. It’s as if the individual pieces of your souls came together to love one another.” I struggle to try to explain what I mean.

Jungkook quirks his head.

“Say, Y/n, have you ever been in love before?”

The question throws me off guard. Have I ever been in love before?

“Um, I’m not sure. That’s a pretty deep question,” I stutter out, even though I know the answer.

No.

“Well, yeah, but I’m curious.” Jungkook shrugs.

Jungkook and Taehyung look at me now, waiting for an answer.

I attempt to give them one.

“I…don’t know if you can call it love, per se,” I start. “I maybe once thought I was in love, but it didn’t work out.”

They look at each other, sympathy (or pity?) in their eyes.

“It’s alright, I understand. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” Jungkook apologizes.

I turn back to the remaining dresses.

“It’s okay. Now, can I ask about the remaining dresses?”

“Sure.” As Taehyung goes on to explain that two of the dresses represent his relationship with the boys, I try to ignore the deep pit of sadness in my heart.

After he explains I finally point to the last piece, asking what’s been on the tip of my tongue this whole time.

“Okay! Tell me what this is about!” I’m eager to find out the meaning of the ethereal looking dress. It’s honestly my favorite out of the bunch because of the style. It looks like a fairy dress and is made with the airiest material. It seems as if it’s floating, even while on the mannequin.

Taehyung’s mouth quirks and he responds, “It’s a secret.”

“Whyyyy?” I whine, but Taehyung and Jungkook just laugh at my pouty expression.

“Because. I can’t tell you now, but I will eventually,” Taehyung promises.

“Fine,” I grumble, giving a look of distain to the dress. It may be beautiful (alright, it’s one of the most gorgeous dresses I’ve ever seen) but I just want to know why he made such a beautiful dress.

“Anyways, want to go to lunch?” Jungkook asks me.

We bid goodbye to Taehyung (who has to stay for the rest of the afternoon) and make our way outside to eat then finish our day.

Wednesday arrives with an early start. The film festival is today, and it’s an all day affair. There’s a meet and greet in the morning, a luncheon, a q and a in the afternoon, and finally the showing of the films. We all are going to all the events to support Jungkook and Jin. Jin was in Jungkook’s film as the lead, and I’m really excited to see the outcome.

After getting ready I head downstairs. The hyungs are all sitting at the table having breakfast but the maknaes are nowhere in sight, which doesn’t surprise me.

“Good morning, Y/n,” Jin greets, raising his coffee mug in greeting. Namjoon and Hobi repeat the message while Yoongi just grunts.

“Good morning to you too, Yoodles,” I tease, enjoying the way he pulls himself back into his hoodie.

“The maknaes are still sleeping, if you couldn’t already tell,” Hobi says.

I nod then sit down and start eating some French toast.

“I predict that Jungkook will be the last to get up because he’s so tired from the prep for today,” Namjoon says.

That makes sense. I know that Jungkook took a break yesterday to visit Taehyung’s gallery and go out to lunch with me but this film is very important for his future career.

After a couple minutes of a peaceful breakfast, Jimin and Taehyung come loudly down the stairs.

“What time is it? Are we late?” Jimin asks, hastily buttoning his shirt while Taehyung pulls on his socks.

“No you guys are fine,” Namjoon assures them, “Jungkook isn’t even awake yet.”

They visibly relax.

“Come eat,” I encourage, gesturing to the table.

They thank me then plop down tiredly.

We all finish eating, having quiet conversations and just soaking in the morning sunlight streaming in from the windows.

Jin checks his watch.

“Hmm. Someone needs to go wake Jungkook up or else he’ll be late. Any volunteers?” He asks.

Jimin does and we all clean up but save some french toast for Jungkook.

“Everyone, meet back down here in 30! Team, break!” Hobi cheers, our sign to go get ready.

I too go upstairs to change into something nicer. I search through my closet and find my favorite sundress and put it on. I fix a bow in my hair and grab my wedges. Taehyung’s ring sparkles on my dresser, and I hesitate before gingerly slipping it on.

I’m checking my phone when I leave my room and bump into Yoongi.

“Yoongi? What’s up?” I ask, shoving my phone into my purse.

“Hobi wanted me to tell you that you’re sitting shotgun,” Yoongi says, looking put out.

“Aww, is that why you came all the way over here?” I say, thinking about the short distance that it took for Yoongi to walk from his room to mine.

“Shut up. We leave in ten.” With that, Yoongi walks slowly off, looking like a tired middle aged father.

I shake my head, grinning at the image in my head. Then I head downstairs to put on my shoes.

“Here, let me,” Jin says, already waiting at the door. He looks good in a button up and nice jeans that hug his ass. Wait, what?

“Thanks Jin,” I say, surprised at the princess like treatment, but accept it anyways. It is a pain to put on taller shoes in a dress.

“Of course honey,” Jin says, going back to waiting by the door.

He’s says it like a casual nickname, except it feels intimate to me.

“Aish, these boys. I love them, I really do, but they are always running late. HURRY UP!” He yells.

“Coming, coming!” Namjoon is rushing down with Yoongi and Hobi following close behind.

“Where are the maknaes?” Jin asks them as they put their shoes on.

“Dunno. They all converged in Jungkook’s room and haven’t come out yet,” Hobi explains.

“Goddamn it. We’re gonna to be late. I’ll go get them,” Jin says, shaking his head as he hastily takes his shoes off and storms upstairs. “YAH! MAKNAES!”

I chuckle then turn to Hobi.

“Yoongi over here told me I’m riding shotgun? I feel like that someone else should take it, not me,” I say. Why would I get a whole seat to myself if the boys are squished in the back?

“Because we can’t have you ruining your pretty outfit, precious,” he says, adjusting my bow in my hair.

“Oh. Well it’s really okay. I don’t want the boys to have to squish in the back,” I say as Jin comes down scolding the maknaes.

“It’s fine, really. Don’t worry so much. Now, let’s go!”

Before I can say another word Hobi ushers me out to the door and opens the car door for me.

I try to protest again but he just gives me a look and I reluctantly get into.

Jungkook takes the wheel while Yoongi, Hobi, and Jimin take the back row. Jin, Namjoon, and Taehyung squeeze in the middle row.

“Sorry guys,” I say apologetically, turning to look at them squished in like sardines.

“It’s fine, sweetheart,” Yoongi says, putting his arm around Hobi.

“Yeah! This way we get to be close to our loves,” Taehyung says, squeezing the life out of Jin, who just fondly rolls his eyes.

“Yep. So let’s go!” Jungkook peals out of the parking lot and I grab onto the door.

“Oh yeah, Jungkook drives kind of crazy, just so you know,” Jimin says, nonchalantly looking out the window.

I knew that he drove a little wild because he’s driven me to class before, but I guess we’re in a rush today so he’s driving a bit crazier.

“Yeah…I know,” I say, trying not to react when Jungkook runs a yellow light.

“Yeah!” He says, grinning widely.

“Yah! Be careful, we don’t want you to crash the car before your film debut, okay?” Jin angrily says, but I can tell it’s just for show. Still, a warning is appreciated.

“I’m fine Jin-hyung. We’re almost there, so hold on!” Jungkook accelerates, which makes my heart also speed up.

Please let us get there in one piece, I think.

After many sharp turns and questionable decisions (at least in my book) we make it to the building.

“Whew, that was a rush,” Hobi says, climbing out of the car.

“Oh whatever Hobi-hyung. I have to go get ready for the meet and greet, so see you guys soon!” Jungkook dashes off and we’re all left standing there.

“We have about an hour before the meet and greet starts, so let’s go look at the exhibits about the films,” Namjoon suggests.

We walk over to the mini outside exhibit and go to Jungkook’s. It’s got a small synopsis of the film and a poster for it. His is called ‘Still With You’ and I get a sense of pride seeing his film company name of Golden Closet Films.

“There’s Jin-hyung!” Taehyung points to the poster proudly and there’s Jin, looking as ethereal as ever dressed in a lavish prince outfit. He’s staring off into the distance in the silvery night as the moon shines down on him.

“Wow. Aren’t I handsome?” Jin jokes, mimicking his dreamy gaze that’s on the poster.

“Yeah yeah, we know. Now, let’s take a picture in front of our Jungkookie’s poster!” Hobi exclaims, passing his phone off to a stranger, “Excuse me, could you take our picture?”

“I can,” I say, reaching for it but he shakes his head.

“No, you’re going to be in it silly,” he says, like it’s the most normal thing ever.

“But-“

“No buts. You’ve been living with us long enough, just be in the picture.” They all insist so I squeeze in between Hobi and Jimin.

“Smile!” Says the person.

I grin as there’s a click.

“Great! Now a silly one,” they say.

Everyone instantly makes a goofy face. I act surprised and give Jimin bunny ears.

Click!

“These are so good! Thank you,” Hobi says, retrieving his phone.

The stranger nods then walks away. We all gather around to look at the photos.

“Aww, we look so cute. All we’re missing is Kook,” says Taehyung.

Then we look at the silly picture.

“Hah! Look at Yoongi’s face!” Jin jabs his finger to the phot and I look. Yoongi’s deadpanning in the middle of the chaos that’s happening around him.

“He truly is a rock,” Jimin says, poking Yoongi’s cheek.

“Whatever,” Yoongi grumbles, “Let’s just look at the other exhibits.”

An hour later it’s time for the meet and greet. It’s basically just a party where the creators walk around and talk about their films.

“Ooh they have mini sandwiches,” I say, beelining to the refreshments table.

“I’ll come with you.” Yoongi, ever the introvert, shoos the other boys away to go find Jungkook so he can avoid people and come with me.

“You don’t have to come with me, I’m a big girl,” I say, amused.

“Just shut up. I need a break from those extroverts.” Yoongi rolls his eye and grabs a cup of punch and I get my mini sandwiches.

“Not a big fan of parties?” I ask, enjoying the peaceful corner we have by the silk covered table.

“What makes you say that?” He smirks as we survey the chatter

and buzz around us.

“Nothing.”

We stand there in peace for a couple minutes before I sigh.

“Jungkook will probably come looking for us soon, so we should go before he finds us,” I say, throwing my plate away.

“Too late.” Yoongi tilts his head to the right and I hear a familiar voice.

“Why are you two hiding over here?” Jungkook’s voice is projected across the room and he comes over to us, dragging all the others boys with him. He’s all dressed up in a tux. Damn, he looks good.

“No reason. Congrats Jungkookie,” Yoongi says smoothly finishing his punch and throwing it away.

“Thanks Yoongi-hyung. I’m so excited for you guys to see it!” Jungkook exclaims enthusiastically.

“Me too!” I say, “It’s going to be so amazing, just judging off the poster alone.”

“It turned out so well! Everything is exactly as I hoped it would be,” Jungkook says.

“Excuse me, are you Jeon Jungkook?” A handsome older man is standing there, a smile on his face.

“Yes, I am.” Jungkook looks slightly shocked and I wonder who this man is.

“Well, I just wanted to say that I look forward to seeing your work. It looks very promising,” handsome man says.

Jungkook bows his head, saying “Thank you Mr. Kim. This means so much coming from you.”

Mr. Kim bows back then winks and takes his leave.

“Oh my god. I can’t believe that just happened!” Jungkook says, bouncing on his toes.

“I’m proud of you Kook, but who exactly was that?” I ask, curious at who made Jungkook so excited.

“That’s Mr. Jongwon Kim. He’s a huge name in the film industry and also happens to be an alumni. He always comes to the film festival but only rarely takes interest in any film,” Jungkook says, intriguing us all, “For him to compliment my work is the highest honor.”

“Wow~our Jungkookie is talented!” Hobi compliments, giving Jungkook a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Stop it hyung!” Jungkook whines, but smiles at Hobi’s affection.

“Yeah, congrats Jungkook,” I say, amazed (but not really) at Jungkook’s reputation in the film industry.

“Thanks Y/n,” Jungkook says, beaming proudly as the rest of the boys shower him with praises.

The luncheon is next, but is a relatively boring affair. At least we get free food. And with Jungkook and Jin next to me they make it at least a little entertaining. Jungkook is constantly giving me little tidbits about the people around us (“That boy over there is a nepo baby.”) and Jin is criticizing the food (“This is too bland. What did they put in here, soap?”)

I continuously laugh when I’m by them, but try my best to stifle it in order to not spit my food out.

After the delicious but dreadful luncheon it’s time for the q and a portion of the day. The filmmakers sit at a long table in the front while the audience and various press members sit it in a crowd. It’s very much a press conference and a way for people to brag about their films.

The boys’ and I sit in a row, looking proudly at Jungkook. I can tell he’s a bit nervous, but he’s doing his best.

“Alright, we’ll begin the q and a now! Remember to be respectful, we’re all here to appreciate the art these filmmakers have created!” The director says, then it’s time for the questions.

“This is a question for Frost Films. What inspired you to make your film?” The first question isn’t directed towards Jungkook, and I can tell he’s a bit relieved.

The person answers the question and it continues on.

Jungkook’s eyes drift over towards us and he makes eye contact with me. I smile at him and give him a thumbs up, then a heart. He smiles and looks away.

“Okay! The next question is for Golden Closet Films.” We all perk up at that and Jungkook grabs his mic.

“So, what, or who, inspired Still With You?”

The question is a simple one, yet an important one.

“I would say that my boyfriends definitely inspired my film,” Jungkook says, “Still With You is a story about everlasting love, hence the title. I hope that my boyfriends’ and I have everlasting love and will always stay with me.”

The boys look at Jungkook adoringly and he looks back at them, love showing in his eyes.

“That is such an inspirational story,” the interviewer says, “Thank you for sharing.”

Jungkook nods then shows a small shy smile as he glances down at the boys once again.

“I have a question for Golden Closet Films as well,” the next interviewer says, and the boys and I once again sit up.

“You said your film is about your boyfriends, plural tense. Aren’t you afraid that’s a bit…forward of you?” This interviewer sounds slightly offended, like Jungkook being gay or having multiple boyfriends is wrong.

Jungkook looks a little shocked and I can see the boys grow angry around me.

“Oh hell no. I’m about to go up there.” Namjoon clenches his jaw as he says this.

Yoongi gives him a look and replies “Don’t you dare. Let him handle it.”

Agonizing seconds pass before Jungkook responds.

“I…It’s my film,” says Jungkook hesitantly, “And I wanted to show my love for my boyfriends. If love is too forward, then I suggest you watch another film.”

The boys start clapping and I do too. The audience joins in, and I see Jungkook take a sigh of relief.

“Woo! That’s our Jungkookie!” Hobi whoops and I laugh.

It quiets down again and the q and a continues on. Although there are still a few questions for Jungkook, none are offensive and are instead about the creative process for his film.

The q and a lasts longer than I think is necessary before we’re finally standing up and leaving.

“Whew. I thought I’d have to throw hands,” Taehyung whispers to me as he stretches his back.

“I know. That question was so rude,” I say quietly back as we start to walk to get ready to go see the films (yay more sitting…).

“Honestly. Are you excited to see Jungkookie on the red carpet?” Taehyung asks as we make our way outside where the sun is hanging low in the sky.

“Wait, there’s a red carpet?” I ask, now understanding why Jungkook was so formally dressed.

“Yep. So we better take lots of pictures of Kookie,” says Jimin, barging in between Taehyung and I and linking his arms through ours. He starts skipping, making me and Taehyung join in. I think we look similar to the Wizard of Oz characters skipping down the yellow brick road.

“Oh yeah! Let’s see how our baby rocks the red carpet,” Hobi chimes in.

“I’m sure he’ll do great, as he always does.” Namjoon is holding hands with Yoongi and they share a smile thinking about Jungkook.

“That he does,” I say.

We reach the red carpet and there’s already a ton of people there. Photographers are lined up and I can’t see through the crowd.

“Here, Y/n, take this.” Namjoon gives me a lanyard and I put it on. We now can move up closer and we all go to a designated spot for special guests.

“Shouldn’t it just be you guys?” I ask, confused as to why I’m standing here. I should be with the general public. I’m not Jungkook’s girlfriend.

“No, you live with us. You’re a part of this family, Y/n, whether you want to believe it or not,” Namjoon says, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

“Yeah. And besides, Jungkook would kill us if you weren’t here,” Yoongi chimes in, casually coming to stand closer to me.

“Oh, well thanks guys.” I’m yet again wrestling with my thoughts. Jungkook cares. They care. Namjoon’s hand is on my shoulder. Yoongi is so close.

“Sure, Y/n, anytime.” Namjoon smiles.

I’m about to respond when my attention is drawn to the red carpet where the crowd is roaring and the photographers are clicking their cameras nonstop.

“It’s them!” Jimin says, trying to see. He cranes his neck so Taehyung grabs his waist and hoists him up a little.

“Hope you can see now, Jiminie,” he teases, enjoying Jimin squirm in his hold.

“Taehyung! Put me down!” He complains, wriggling like a worm until he’s let down and settles for going in the front so he can see better.

“Calm down you brats, Jungkook’s about to go.” Jin is looking to the nervous figure standing by the red carpet.

Jungkook’s nibbling his lip slightly and is constantly adjusting his hair. A woman who is directing people comes over and says something to him. He nods, then straightens up, fixing his tuxedo and ruffling his hair one last time.

The lady goes onto the red carpet as the person prior is ushered off.

“The maker of the film Still With You by Golden Closet Films, Jeon Jungkook,” she states, then leaves and gestures for Jungkook to go on the carpet.

The crowd goes wild, us included.

“JUNGKOOK! WE LOVE YOU!” We all yell in unison, making him grin as he strolls slowly to the middle, the image of confidence, despite being nervous mere moments earlier.

Once in the middle he poses with the elegance of a model and straight up smirks into the cameras. Damn his fucking perfect face. My heart is having palpitations and I swear he looks at me for a brief second. Why do I feel like a crazy fangirl?

“Jungkook!”

“Over here!”

“To the right!”

The photographers shout too many instructions at Jungkook, but he merely turns his body and head slowly, posing for all the cameras.

After a couple minutes of this, a man comes to usher Jungkook off. He waves as he leaves and when he passes by us he winks, but his eyes are trained on me. I look back into his dark ones and I swear that time slows down. But, soon enough, the roar of the crowd comes back and Jungkook’s gone inside.

“You good, Y/n?” Yoongi asks me, ever the observant one.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine,” I say, my eyes trained on the last spot where Jungkook was before he left.

“Okay,” Yoongi says, turning back to the red carpet where another filmmaker is.

I do too, but can’t seem to focus on the person on it. All I can think about is Jungkook. How perfect he looked on the red carpet, how he looked so naturally like a model, how he should’ve been the film star instead of the one making it.

You like him, you like him, the voice in your head taunts. You try to shake it off like normal but it doesn’t go away. And, with the way Jungkook was looking at you, you can’t deny that you feel something stronger than just a simple crush.

“Hey Y/n, you ready to go inside?” Jimin asks, and I blink. All the boys are staring at me and the crowd is thinned.

“Oh, yeah. Let’s go,” I say, trying to snap out of it. I can’t believe I zoned out so much.

The theatre is nothing but grand, with ornate details carve into the stone on the outside. Inside, the marble floor shines as we go to theatre seven where Jungkook’s film is being shown.

“Tickets?” Asks the attendant standing next to Jungkook’s poster with Jin’s face.

Jin produces seven tickets and hands them to the attendant.

“You may order food and drink inside. Enjoy.” She smiles as she pulls back the black velvet curtain. I feel like I’m about to go see an opera, not a film.

“Thank you,”I say to her as I pass.

Inside is grand, just as I expected. Plush crimson crushed velvet seats are set in neat rows, with tables attached to each one for food and drink. The screen is absolutely huge, and I can’t wait to see the film projected on it.

“We’re sitting right in the middle where the best spots are,” Jimin murmers into my ear. I suppress a shudder and nod.

“Jungkook!” Taehyung rushes over to where the lone figure is sitting in the middle row.

“Tae!” He stands up and hugs him then grins at the rest of us, “I’m so excited for you guys to see it!”

“We’re so excited too,” Hobi says, gesturing for us to file in to the row. I somehow end up between Jungkook and Jin. Great, the stars of the show.

“Don’t you guys want to sit next to each other in case of pictures?” I ask them, getting ready to stand and switch.

“No, it’s fine, Y/n, sit,” Jungkook insists, laying his hand on top of mine and forcing me to sit back down.

I’m sat, and cross my arms at Jin’s chuckle.

“Honey, don’t pout. Now, what food should we order?” He pulls out a fancy menu that I didn’t see before.

“Definitely popcorn, but is there anything else you want to eat, Y/n?” Jungkook asks, and I flip through my menu. Everything is supremely overpriced, and is that caviar?

“Are you sure? Even the popcorn’s a lot,” I say, thinking how it better be the best thing I’ve put in my mouth if it costs that much.

“I’m sure. And if you don’t want anything else then I’ll get you a large popcorn with extra butter and a medium cherry vanilla Dr. Pepper,” Jungkook declares.

How does everyone know my drink order? And how did he know that I wanted extra butter?

“Okay, but let me pay you back at the house.” I can’t believe that it costs so much, but with the sheer exterior of this place I should’ve expected this.

“No, it’s fine. Besides, we all get it for free because we’re Jungkook’s guests and he’s a filmmaker,” Jin says, then promptly orders for him and me.

“Are you excited to see my film?” Jungkook asks me eagerly, leaning in and waiting intently for my answer.

“Yeah, I am!” I say, leaning slightly back so we’re not in each other’s personal space.

“I’m glad. Did you have fun at the rest of the festival so far?” Jungkook asks me, leaning in again.

“Um, yeah I did,” I say, still leaning slightly back.

“Mhm. And the after party is going to be awesome too.” By now Jungkook is leaning so far into my space that I am almost leaning against Jin.

“Woah, you okay there?” Jin asks me, gently holding my shoulders as I accidentally knock into his chest. His broad, muscular chest, my brain unhelpfully thinks.

“Yeah, thanks Jin,” I mumble, trying to not sit up too much but also trying to not lie in Jin’s lap.

“Sure, honey. Our food will be here soon, so why don’t you get comfortable?” Jin then gently helps me sit up and much to my dismay I am now face to face with Jungkook.

“You alright, Y/n?” Jungkook asks me, and he’s so close that he can probably hear the loud thumping of my heart. I can smell his cologne, a rich mix between sweet with a slightly more smoky scent underneath. It’s so unique that I feel drawn to him. I wonder if this is his normal cologne, or if I’m just really close to him. Yeah. I’m really close to him. Close enough to almost k-I blink before realizing he asked me a question.

“Sorry, what?” I ask, still dazed by his scent.

“I asked if you were alr-“

“Hello, here are your refreshments. Please let us know if you need anything else. Enjoy the show!” The impeccably dressed waiters deliver our ‘refreshments’ and I take a piece of the popcorn.

Okay, it might not be the best food I’ve ever put in my mouth but it’s pretty damn close. I’m afraid I’ll devour this all before the film even starts.

“Is it good?” Jin asks me and I nod.

The lights suddenly dim, and I can hear Jungkook whisper, “It’s finally starting.”

a/n: i hate to leave you guys on a cliffhanger, but the next chapter is going to be a mini one that’s simply the film!! hope you enjoyed reading, this took me a hot minute to write but i’m so happy with how it came out. 🩷🫶🏼

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