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remiovs · 3 days ago

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what we were

pairing: huntr/x zoey x fem! sound engineer reader

summary: when a five-month-long situationship went south two months ago, going back with your parents in korea and find another thing to take your mind off is only the logical decision to do. being offered a job as a sound engineer in korea doesn't seem so bad. what could possibly go wrong?

featuring: y/n, zoey, mira, rumi, bobby, celine and third sunlight sister member [mentioned] (who i will name harin for the purpose of this piece)

type: sfw, romantic, will be divided into three parts

tags: angst, no beta we die like men, zoey and reader being ex situationships; calm and collected reader x hyper energetic zoey, ex situationships ex situationships ex situationships; black cat reader x golden retriever zoey, i cannot spoil the rest, english is not my first language

warning/s: none

words: 5.6k

note: this will take place after the movie, lowercase intended

song: the truth untold by bts is playing…

"i don't get it... how did everything go like this?"

it has been almost two months since your situationship end on a bad note with a woman named zoey and as much as you want to stay because your relatives are in california, you couldn't stand passing by a random street and not think of the moments you two shared, especially the hill you two frequented whenever zoey likes a moment of escape from her life as a child of two people with two entire lives.

after the day everything went downhill, you couldn't function and think clearly, as if her presence still lingers around you, like a ghost remained unrest after their death. it drives you crazy how even in your own room, you are not safe from her, the sound of her giggles, her voice.

so you finally decide to leave california and the memories behind and move back to south korea, where your parents welcomed you with open arms. they were totally on board with and have supported your decision, like they always do throughout your whole life.

so when you finally come to korea with your luggage, you see your parents holding up a paper with your calligraphed name on it and a few red hearts, which you guess was your mother's doing.

you let out a chuckle and pull them in an embrace, a bit too tight than the last hug you shared with them. you sigh and bury your face in their shoulders, like you usually do whenever you seek comfort and peace from them since you were just a child.

you let out another sigh and sniff, getting hit by a smell of nostalgia and the perfume your parents always wear ever since you were a toddler. you then pull away and smile at them, one that didn't quite reach your eyes. your ever-loving mother raises a hand up to your face and caresses your cheek with her calloused thumb, wearing a loving smile on her lips.

you look at her and sigh in relief as you lean against her touch, relishing in the familiar loving warmth.

"i miss you, mom," you whisper as you look at her, your eyes slowly filling up with the pent-up tears. your parents share a look at the sight of their only child, their hearts being twisted at the pain across your face before your father pulls you in a hug and kisses your forehead as he whispers, "it'll be okay, honey, we're here, don't worry. we got you."

it still feels surreal to be back in south korea, to be back in the childhood home where you used to dance with your father in the living room, where you used to help (miserably) your mother prepare dinner. it brings you back to the moments where everything is still simple and mundane.

as if peaceful life had simply chosen them.

not even a half an hour had passed since you arrived and your cousin, haru is already at your house, singing along to a song you couldn't guess who it was from as the house becomes more noisy with her fangirling and singing along. you were just relishing in the peace and quiet not long ago until haru decides to disturb and break the silence with her poor attempt of a high note.

you look at her and raise a brow as you remark, "are you perhaps singing in a high note or doing a fantastic imitation of a seal?"

it got you a smack on the arm, but at least, the noise's gone, for a moment. you then cross your arms as you ask haru, "what song are you even singing?"

"how it's done by huntrix."

you look at her as if you never heard of them before (which you really never did). you answered, "okay...? good song, but never heard of them."

"are you serious–" you hold up a hand and that stops the start of a long ramble from your cousin.

haru grumbles but does what she was asked, still humming as she has her eyes glued on her phone, listening to the song. you lean back against the couch and close your eyes, the soft humming of the air conditioning system fills the room as it slowly lulls you to sleep but haru decides to break the silence, "heard you're looking for a job."

you flutter one eye open and look at her. "yeah, why do you ask?"

haru pauses the video on her phone and turns to face you as she inquires, "does your degree perhaps fall under the job of a sound engineer?"

you raise a brow and open the other eye as you cross your arms and retorts, "yeah...? why are you asking?"

"i saw a flyer somewhere of a company hiring for a sound engineer, i thought you could try and apply there. it wouldn't hurt to try, right?"

you sigh and ask, a bit skeptical, "where?"

"huntrix is looking–"

you raise your brow higher and interrupt, "wait what? your favorite band? are you kidding me?"

haru places her phone down and raises her hands in defense. "just hear me out here, i'm not doing this because i want to get near them, but i'm doing this so you could take a break. i heard from mom how your behavior lately is unbecoming of you and she suggested getting a job would at least let you get your mind off it and at the same time, earn money for yourself.”

you sigh. “fine."

it didn’t take long before haru ordered you to get dressed nicely, dragged you out of the house, and drove you to the company huntrix is working under in a span of half an hour. the moment you two arrived in the company, haru, being the extrovert she is, talked her way in and everything became a blur of her talking until you found yourself getting escorted to a room.

you look behind your shoulder and haru gives you a reassuring smile and two thumbs up as she mouths, ’you got this’. you then look forward as the staff leads you inside a meeting room and instructs you to wait inside for a man named bobby to interview you. you sit down on one of the chairs and look around, admiring the interior design.

while waiting, you start humming a familiar tune you heard from haru’s and drumming your fingers against the metal table. at the sound of the door opening, your ears perk up and you see a short man walking inside with a sunshine vibe around him as your eyes dart down on his shirt, the word huntrix across his chest.

you then meet his eyes and immediately stand up, bowing at the man. “good morning, sir. thank you for meeting us at such short notice.”

the man waves his hand dismissively and smiles. “it’s all right, the girls are still rehearsing their songs in their practice room so it gives me the time to meet you. i’m bobby, by the way, manager of huntrix.” he then offers you a hand while he looks up at you. “and what is your name?”

you immediately hold his hand with two of yours and give it a shake, smiling down at him. “[y/n], jeong [y/n], sir. it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

"the pleasure is all mine.” he then lets your hand go and sits down across your seat and so do you. “take a seat. as you probably already know, huntrix is currently looking for a sound engineer and apparently, many people have applied too considering their popularity is rising each day. so tell me, miss [y/n]...” he pauses and clasps his hands together on the table as he stares at you down, as if he’s sizing you up.

“what makes you think you’re qualified for this job?”

you blink and immediately say what you thought of without hesitation, honesty laced in your voice. “i admit, i don’t know who they are and that could help me work with them better than anyone else applying for this job because i won’t waste their time fangirling over them. while i agree that their group has great songs and has been reigning kpop group among groups for some time now, i do not have any knowledge of them like an avid fan does. i wouldn’t treat them like royalty, but instead, the treatment they will get is mutual respect and equality as coworkers should be. as what everyone knows, time is gold, and i believe it’s essential to respect their time knowing they are busy with their idol life and their personal one.”

a few minutes of silence envelops the two of you and you start to sweat as you hear the loud pounding of your heart against your ears, your palms getting sweaty. then suddenly, he smiles like he finally found a light at the end of a dark tunnel as he claps his hands together with a sigh in relief. you blink, your eyes focused on him as you notice the look on his face, like you were the savior he was looking for.

you clear your throat and ask in a whisper, “a-are you okay, s-sir..?”

“more than i ever did before you stepped inside.” bobby exhales loudly and stands up as he offers his hand out to you, a huge grin all over his lips. “congratulations, ms. jeong, you’re hired. come back tomorrow to start your job.”

you scramble to stand up and hold his hand with two of your own, shaking as you still haven’t finished recovering from the sudden surprise and shock. you then bow and respond, “thank you, sir, thank you. your trust in me won’t be misaligned.”

“i know you won’t.”

“whoa, you finally found us a new sound engineer?”, rumi asks as she looks at bobby who is sitting beside zoey, who is happily munching on her ramyeon. the three idols look at their manager as he nods, facing them with a huge grin.

“yes, and she looks promising. i mean, graduating as a magna cum laude for audio engineering at sejong university? that sure is something.” he blinks when he hears nothing from his girls and looks at them only to see their mouths open, all of them shocked with their food now discarded.

“what?!”

“yes, let’s go! my cousin is officially huntrix’s sound engineer! yay!”

the moment you step out of the meeting room, haru immediately drags you around the city as if you didn’t spend almost all your life there and brings you to a cafe, an arcade, and finally, an amusement park to end the day on a good note. but the celebration doesn’t end there because the moment you two stepped inside your house, haru had dragged you to the living room where her parents and yours were talking while drinking tea before your cousin broke the news with that huge grin of hers.

now you are sitting in the middle on the couch with a party hat that haru managed to get from gods know where as the parents celebrate with a drink of soju. you look over to your cousin and sigh, seeing haru with a lopsided smile and an empty shot glass in her hand as she tries not to look like she’s already experiencing the effects of the alcoholic beverage.

haru only had one shot of soju and she’s already over the yonder. such a lightweight, you think to yourself as you excuse yourself since they understand that the smell of soju is disgusting to you and the loud noises are deemed unlikeable by you.

you leave the festivity and climb upstairs, seeking solace and a sense of indescribable comfort from your bed. you plop down, your face first and let out a sigh. the day didn’t even end yet and you’re already tired. talking with such sudden confidence to one of the top ranking groups’ manager takes so much of your energy even if it’s only for a few minutes.

you then turn over and sprawl across the bed, your eyes looking up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling for the past years with the faint car horns outside the window. you sigh and sit up at the same time you sense a sudden ripple in the honmoon, making a groan escape your lips.

before you even go to california, there was this training you did with your aunt before she had dementia and later on succumbed to her deathbed after two years of battling brain tumor. your aunt, harin was once an idol, a part of the so-called group called sunlight sisters. before she gets sick, she always recalls to you how they were famous and great along with a few stories of her bond with her fellow members, celine and miyeong, and you still listened even though you already heard her stories multiple times. you even indulged in the training she claimed she did, getting acquainted with the world she grew up in and even though your parents didn’t see the sense of it, they kept letting you do whatever you want as long as they could only see the smile and enjoyment on your face whenever you train with your aunt.

but one thing you always notice is the sad smile that lingers whenever your aunt tells her stories about her fellow member, miyeong, as if… that woman was just a memory, likely already deceased at that time. after your aunt’s death, you did your best to find and seek the woman named celine with the address your late aunt had left you—your aunt’s final wish. it didn’t take long before you stumbled upon celine and some other kids training near an ancient-looking tree with several pendants hanging from the branches.

with your sudden arrival, you later found yourself meeting the other kids though the memories of you have of them is already a blur to you now that you’re older and definitely wiser because even though you respect your aunt, her wish granted you an ability to see the barrier called honmoon from demons and whenever you encounter a demon before (california surprisingly doesn’t have them), your fight mode always gets activated and even though your body is already exhausted, your guilt is always ready to ruin the rest of your day if you even let one demon get away.

and now you’re back in korea, it reminded you of the reason why you took a break and stayed in california for two years.

you then stand up and grab a hoodie that seems like it has been washed despite being stuck in your closet for two years, slipping into the garment with the hood over your head and put some sunglasses on before you open your balcony door and slip into the night, running on the roofs like a cat quiet with its footsteps.

the red ripple means that a demon or a group of them is causing a disturbance again. sigh

meanwhile…

the huntrix members was about to relax on their couch after a busy day and a packed schedule when they saw a red ripple in the honmoon and a chorus of groans escape their lips as they begrudgingly stand up from the couch and immediately flee to the source of it, equally tired from their idol lives.

but when they arrived, they didn’t expect the sight that would welcome them. their eyes fall on a tall and hooded figure holding up a big scythe with the same glowing aura as their weapons as the figure stands in front of a group of hungry demons. the girls were so focused on wanting to get a good look on the mysterious figure they didn’t get to see how the demons got sliced in half with the scythe, a scythe as big as the grim reapers use in the horror movies they used to watch.

they all blink and look at each other before the figure tenses up a bit and looks behind them, looking at the girls through the sunglasses. the figure then speaks up with a deep voice, “good night,” before they jump up to the roof and run away, the three girls too surprised and shocked about the figure to follow.

rumi then crosses her arms and whispers to herself, “who was that…?”, while she looks at mira and zoey who share the same look as hers, utterly speechless at the scene they had witnessed. “how come she didn’t use a song to kill the demons?”

after running for several minutes, you finally arrive on the roof of your house and jump down from the roof, dropping on your balcony. you then exhale loudly as you pull the hood off your head and take the hoodie off, throwing it away somewhere in your room and plopping down on the bed with a sigh. when you came home, you could still hear the festivity downstairs with music blasting and haru slurring her words as she tried to sing with gibberish words slipping out of her lips.

you then close your eyes and remember what had happened earlier. you saw three girls standing behind you, but you unfortunately couldn’t make out what their faces looked like considering the moon was facing their backs when you looked at them. one of them has hot pink hair, the second one has her hair in a bun, and the third has purple hair with patterns you could distinguish as demon markings.

a hunter with demon markings…? how is that even possible?

you groan and cover your face as you close your eyes and whisper to yourself, “please no more surprises, no more.”

the next day, you wake up early at six in the morning and get dressed, donning an oversized maroon button-up shirt with a white t-shirt underneath and khaki pants matched with white sneakers and a brown bracelet. you fix your hair in front of your mirror and grab your messenger bag that could fit your laptop just fine before running out of your room.

you then run downstairs and see your parents by the front door with your father straightening his coat, all dressed up for work and your mother helping him put on his necktie. at your sudden arrival, the couple turn their head and meet your gaze before your mother finishes doing the tie and turns around to face you. immediately, your mother holds your face and kisses your nose and your forehead, just like she always does whenever you’re off somewhere.

your mother then lets your face go and speaks up, “hang on, dear. wait here for a moment.” she steps out and heads inside the kitchen while you stand there with your father beside you as he adjusts his collar.

your father then turns to you and places a hand on your shoulder as he says with the most serious expression over his face, “good luck with your first day today, honey. as you always say, you’re gonna be awesome-sauce, my little rockstar.”

you then let out a groan as you dramatically roll your eyes, a small smile appearing onto your lips. “dad,” you’d said — not just out of embarrassment, but out of love and affection because at that moment, he still remembers the part of you in your childhood that no longer exists—shy and awkward and a bit on the nerd side.

he always calls you his little rockstar, though the word little isn’t the right word to describe you now that you’re taller than him and all grown up, but he always says that no matter what happens whether you start towering over him and becoming stronger than him, you’d still be his baby. and that never fails to tear you up whenever you remember.

“you’re awesome-sauce too, dad. good luck with work.” you immediately pull him into a hug and nestle against his chest, like you always used whenever he goes to work before you went to california.

your mother then steps into the hallway and walks up to you with your black tumbler, giving it to you. “here you go, dear. always drink water, okay? i love you two.”

“okay, mom. see you later, i love you.” you crouch down a bit and place a kiss on her cheeks when you used to stand on your tippy toes just to kiss your mother’s cheeks. your mother then escorts you outside and watches as your and your father walk to his car and he opens the door of the passenger seat, closing it gently after you hopped in. your parents share a short kiss and your father then steps inside the driver’s seat. he then starts the engine and drives off after the seatbelts are fastened.

it doesn’t take long before you see huntrix’s company building but your father just drives past it and you immediately turn your head to look at him. he chuckles when he senses your gaze and states, “you haven’t had breakfast yet. did you think i’m gonna just drive you there and not let you eat first?”

“but you’re going to be late for work, dad.”

he glances at you for a moment before looking back at the road. “so what? i’ve been going to work on time for the past two years, so why should it matter now that i’m driving my daughter to her first day on the job?”

“all right, all right.” your father had gone through the drive-thru of some fast food chain and got you fried rice, egg rolls, a burger, and a soda—enough to get you through the morning. he then takes a u-turn and drives back to the company building. he stops at the front and you lean in towards your father, kissing his cheek and waving a hand goodbye before you step out of the car and close the door. your father then drives off as the taillights blink three times and you smile, his sweet gesture not lost on you. you keep your eyes on the car before it turns to the right, disappearing from your sight.

after stepping inside and eating your breakfast—that consists of fried rice, egg rolls, and a soda after deciding to save the burger for later—in the lounge room, you managed to finish it in record time and headed to the restroom to throw the trash, pulling out your hygiene pouch and brushing your teeth. once finished, you step out of the restroom and walk back to the lounge room, waiting for bobby to show up.

minutes later, he finally arrives as he steps out of the elevator, a relieved smile across his face and he looks at you. “good morning, miss jeong. it’s nice to see you again. shall we go?”

you nod and he turns around as you follow him to the elevator. he then pushes a button with number 5 on it and the elevator closes with the faint music of a song, which you recognized as how it’s done from huntrix due to the familiar verse being rapped—thanks to your cousin. once the elevator opens, bobby steps out and you follow behind, gripping the strap of your messenger bag with one hand and the other holding the tumbler.

bobby stops in front of a door which is the last door on the left and turns to you before he opens it and you follow, hanging your head low while following bobby inside.

you’d be lying if you said you’re not nervous. sure, bobby had that air of warmth and comfort and he looks like he could pull you in a hug and adopt an introvert like you, but you weren’t so sure about the idols you’re doing to work with and even though haru’s endless rambles about these girls being nice and kind and gentle, you’re still nervous.

“girls, gather ‘round. i want you to meet your new sound engineer.” even bobby’s cheery voice makes you more nervous. “girls, meet miss jeong [y/n], your new sound engineer.”

you bow with your torso as you speak up, “it’s a pleasure to meet you all,” and manage to not to stutter. you stand straight, hoping nervousness won’t be obvious before you hear bobby speak as he walks up to the girls—one with purple hair and demon markings, the second with hot pink hair and the third on a bun.

“[y/n], this is rumi, mira…” you shake their hands before you look at the last huntrix member.

you should care more about the fact that the same girls in front of you were the girls you saw last night—the girls that witnessed you killing demons, care more about the fact that one of them possess the demon markings, but it disappears the moment your eyes lock with zoey’s and you feel your heart drop—like the time you finally realized that she ghosted you after weeks of being involved with each other. you couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes widened a bit, as if she had seen a ghost in front of her.

“and zoey.”

you hear bobby finish as you force a small smile and shake her awaiting hand politely, her touch too familiar and too haunting for your liking. you hold back from looking other than polite and calm as you finally let her hand go, leaving hers in the air for a moment before she stands up straight and places her arms against her side, rumi and mira noticing her odd behavior.

her presence keeps haunting me in california and now, in korea too?, you think to yourself as you grit your teeth subtly. can’t i catch a break?

you bow your head and remark, “i’ll look forward to working with you all,” as you place your hand behind your back and cross your fingers, something zoey had noticed .

liar, zoey thinks to herself — and so do you.

“well!” bobby claps and you stand straight and turn to him, seeing a smile on his face as he acknowledges you. “now that everyone’s acquainted with each other, there won’t be any heavy load to do today considering the girls are still doing promotions for their new song. feel free to use the studio however you want, [y/n], and get comfortable. this will be your second home, after all.”

you smile and nod. “of course, i cannot wait to help the girls with more songs.”

bobby claps his hands in excitement and soon his phone rings. he excuses himself as he picks up the call and slips out of the studio. you then sit down on the couch in the room and place the bag on your lap, pulling the zipper open and slipping the laptop out of its confinement. you place the laptop on the bag and open it before you hear someone clear their throat and you swear, you already know who did it.

you clench your jaw and take a moment to count to five before you look up from the loading screen of my laptop, meeting zoey’s curious gaze, as if she’s searching the reason why you would be here, right in front of her. you sigh when you see her fellow members look at her with questioning looks. you couldn’t blame them for that, considering they believe it was zoey’s first time meeting you when it is not.

“so… everything about you is a lie, [y/n] jeong? i thought you’re in california,” zoey starts in a whisper with her hands gripping her pants tightly, her manicured nails against the fabric as she looks deep into your eyes, noticing the pain and indescribable betrayal in her gaze. “and i thought your name is [y/n] [y/l/n].”

“no, zoey. everything about me i told you is not a lie, and besides, why should i even explain myself? you clearly didn’t when you ghosted me, anyway.”

while you and zoey are engaged in a heated, glaring contest, rumi and mira remain silent as they watch the scene unfold, putting each piece of the pair’s conversation together until…

“what we had wasn’t real.”

zoey quietens down and steps back at your bold statement as she looks at you with the gaze you swore you wouldn’t want to see before. you could feel your heart getting squeezed and your throat getting tighter, but now, all you wanted is for her to feel the pain and hurt she caused after just disappearing into thin air for two months with nothing.

no note, no warning, no explanations, nothing.

i’m sorry, but if i hurt, you need to hurt too.

you sigh and look back down at your laptop screen, holding back the tears that start stinging the corner of your eyes. you clench your jaw and start typing on your laptop as zoey hangs her head low and steps out of the room with mira following her behind, worried for her fellow member. you sigh and speak up, loud enough for rumi to hear, “tell zoey i’m sorry, but we brought that up to ourselves. besides, she clearly had moved on with her life, so i should too.”

you sigh again and look at rumi, tears now streaming down your face as you keep a blank expression. “take care of her and see you wherever, rumi-ssi.”

rumi then finds herself nodding and running out of the studio, following behind her members before you close your laptop and cry silently inside the comfort of the studio, your shoulders trembling as the tears you were holding back weeks ago are now waterfalls, your tears staining your shirt while you stare blankly at the glass between the recording booth and the control room, your eyes focused on the pathetic reflection of yourself.

”would you still look at me like i hung the moon if i suddenly became a worm?”

you and zoey were laying down on a picnic blanket you had brought on the spot you two only knew, the sky filled with stars located lightyears away from earth. you two were cuddling under the stars, her ear against your chest as she listens peacefully and smiles to herself whenever your heart skips a beat.

it wasn’t even planned for you two to be here, not exactly. zoey was tired of hearing her parents argue on the phone, tired of being a child of divorce whose parents are living from different countries on opposite sides of the world, tired of being a child jumping from one life to another. she grew tired of her parents choosing the future that seemed the best for her, which it wasn’t knowing her heart wasn’t in it.

so she ran out of the house and escaped, even for a moment, seeking your presence despite what her mind was telling her. zoey couldn’t describe it—the feeling she feels whenever you’re around. the way you’re so calm and collected brings such comfort to her hyper and energetic personality. she knows that you’re always down to slip out of your house and hang out with her and she’s thankful for that; for you. calm and listener you, quiet and ever-observant you.

you chuckle at her question and look down at her, placing a finger on the tip of her nose as you smile down at her. “of course, doll. i’d still look at you the same, i mean, it'd be pretty hard not to. with a pretty face and a kind heart like yours, i’d be a fool not to.”

you two knew how much you are dancing around your feelings, like a sick game that no one wants to quit, a drug that no one wants to give up. neither of you wanted to confess and yet the excitement of being together and knowing each other’s feelings are the reason that keeps you two coming back for more.

you watch as zoey looks up and leans forward, her eyes darting between your eyes and your lips before you smile and hold her chin, pulling her close. a hum of relief could be heard from her as your lips touch in a soft kiss, your thumb gently caressing her skin. soon, zoey pulls away and moves on top of you, her hands on each side of your head before she leans down and catches your lips again, a chorus of satisfied hums escape her lips as she feels your hands against her waist, your warmth against her cold skin enough to make her shiver.

no matter what she does, zoey always searches for you and your presence, as if you’re her sole anchor in her stormy and chaotic seas called life.

until the day she didn’t.

you weren’t angry because she left you behind, alone to yourself and your quiet mind. you were angry because she stirred so many things—feelings, ideas, everything—in you and you felt… loss without her ray of sunshine and her sudden infodumping about turtles, even the way she talks about turtles could make you smile no one else could.

but you know, deep down, you weren’t angry at her. you were angry at yourself for letting yourself get attached and be dependent on her when you knew one day, everything will just cease to exist.

you wipe the tears away with a low sigh.

“i’m sorry, zoey."

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werezmastarbucks · 5 months ago

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masterlist - part 3 of 6

in which yoongi drives six hours to make you fall in love with him

yoongi x reader

word count: 4291

warnings: Yoongi's pov present in this chapter

music: spring attitude by sunwoojunga, lmly by jackson wang

Namjoon wasn't lying when he said you're stuck with them for the time being. After the party, you were officially welcomed into the Kim sibling company if not family; their parents lived outside Seoul so you saw them two mainly. You had no idea what insane tales of your hardship and bravery Minji kept telling her brother, but he started treating you even better, offering to send his driver to take you to nearby towns you hadn't visited yet. He then extended several personal favors to you, including but not limited by, providing food and medicine when you caught Covid in December. You feared Minji told Namjoon you were into him since she has forced it out of you. But so far, there were thankfully no advances. Your heart had no capacity for love now; the drama that this kind of relationship would bring deterred you greatly. Again, you preferred your relatively stable and peaceful life. You were immensely grateful that not many things changed after you met - gasp! - BTS. You heard they went on mini-tour in Asia, then returned; Minji shared some news with you and you even followed Namjoon on Instagram.

You asked Minji once about her affair with Yoongi:

"How's your rebound going?"

Minji looked quite happy.

"Ha, so good".

Then she was sad.

"I haven't told Nam yet. I don't know how he'll react... he is his hyung, you know... I'm afraid he'll break his beautiful face if he finds out".

"You said they were brothers..."

She tragically waved her hand and thus, the conversation was over. She found it too hard to talk about, for some reason. Her sleeping with one of her brother's bestest friends, what can go wrong? You shrugged internally and let it go.

In February Hoseok had his birthday and he inconveniently recalled your name, so you got an invitation card. He was the guy who danced all the time, you remembered. By then, you learned a little more about all the guys, of course, but not too much, not to spoil your relation to them in reality. You knew he clapped furiously when he laughed, that he laughed a lot, that he was one of the best dancers in South Korea, and that he adored brands, and brands adored him. You found you enjoyed some of his songs, specifically, Blue Side. It was very fitting for a spring. And spring was almost upon Seoul.

Visiting his birthday was very similar to the September celebration, only it was held on land. Large studio equipped with musical instruments turned that party into an improvised show. Namjoon was being classy and mature again, you brought a piece of art as a present again, Taehyung pecked you with his 'no worries' again, Jimin was gentle again, and so on. Yoongi started that party a little happier than on the boat which you attributed to his hatred of water although he never proclaimed having it. The party was alright. All danced, Minji sang as they played instruments, and Hoseok was showing off his new choreo. A year ago you'd think it all sounded like a fever dream, but they were, in fact, normal actual people, and drank the same way.

You found yourself tucked in the corner of the room as usual, a party hater label bright and neon on your forehead. Yoongi would join you once in a while, a similar label highlighting his high royal cheekbones, and you'd chat peacefully about music, and work, and weather. Then he'd set off and return: have you eaten? He was a good guy, actually. Another stupid thing, you realized he is not actually unattractive. God knows what's gotten into you earlier, when you just met him. Maybe he opened up a little and you found how gentle he is with all things around him. The feature you took for aloofness was caution, probably. You kept remembering Minji's words. They had to be careful with new people.

February came and went, and spring jolted the city with life. Breathing was sweet and easy, and you were in good mood almost every day, which was a new thing. Minji helped a lot. You got to see each other every week at least once, and this groundedness set you on the right course for healing.

One day in late March you got a call from her, and her voice was soaking with that sound that always made the hair on the back of your neck stand.

"You like animals, right?" she asked.

"Of course. I love animals".

"Dogs?" it wasn't Minji's voice anymore. You listened.

"I love dogs?" you half-questioned. It was a statement, but you were a little taken aback.

"Yoongi wants to ask you for a favor", her voice, giggling, got literally slapped away from the phone, and you could hear it.

"Yoongi?"

"Hi".

You settled on the couch and observed your living room.

"Minji said you really love animals and currently don't have a pet, and I", he sighed deeply, like a poet that's staring down the rocky waterfall he's about to jump, "have a problem. I don't have anybody to stay with my dog, and we're leaving for a... mini-tour".

"A dog?!" was all you heard. The thought of dog swept all other thoughts from your head, puff, they're gone. A dog, for yourself?

"Yes!" you yelled, while Yoongi was trying to say something else. You heard Minji's laughter next to him.

"I told you she'd agree with no questions asked".

"Listen lady, when someone offers me a dog, I say yes", you stated firmly, "it's a dog. How long do you need?"

"Well", Yoongi was now laughing as well, his voice like low vibration in your phone, "we're away for three weeks, if that's okay with you..."

"Can you make it longer?"

Another chuckle.

"How many dogs?"

"Just one".

"Do you have more?"

You gave them something to laugh about. It was a good day for you. You loved dogs, end of story. They, of course, clarified that Minji herself was allergic, so she couldn't babysit the angel named Holly. Yoongi's parents were three hours away from Seoul, and his best friend was leaving the city for a holiday. You didn't need all this information, but accepted it.

"We should probably meet up", you suggested after a little thought. "The dog has to see the sitter and the owner together to get used to me".

"Yes", Yoongi sounded impressed, "you've done this before?"

"Once. I am great with dogs. I will protect her with my life and let her sleep in my bed".

"It's a boy though".

"Holly is a boy?"

He sighed,

"Yes, why? It's a unisex name".

You didn't think it was, but let it go. You started thinking out loud about the logistics of it. You decided to meet up a couple of times before Yoongi turns into SUGA and retreats into the world of touring.

"That's a big favor, thank you", he said again. You retorted,

"I am not trying to be funny, I really love animals".

"Thank you", his voice was smiling.

As Yoongi hung up, he threw himself back on his chair, and the chair moaned with pleasure.

Minji was clutching her fists, eyebrows high on her forehead.

"I told you. Easy! High five!"

Yoongi felt too drained psychologically to high five her.

"Don't you find her a little too eager?"

"That means what? That she might want to see you? Shouldn't it be a good sign?"

As she usually did, Minji suddenly got up and started looking for her bag. Yoongi pointed to it with his finger, it lay on the sofa next to his broken guitar. The studio felt completely deoxygenated when this girl was in; he wanted to open a window but there was none.

"I gotta go", she clutched her bag in her sharp nails and hopped in place.

Yoongi narrowed his eyes.

"Blushing. Where are you going?"

"Pfft. None of your business, hyung. If more than one brother starts bossing me around, I'll jump off a roof".

"You got a boyfriend?" he guessed, just slightly alarmed.

"And if I do, then what?"

Minji got caught into the trap of his serious, attentive eyes.

"Is he normal?"

"He is great, actually. You'll love him..."

As he heard what he needed, he raised his hand and started shaking it in the air.

"No more. I got it. None of my business".

Minji smiled happily.

"I hope she can stand your hundred year old grandpa attitude. Try to tone it down with her".

He pressed his finger against his lips, begging her to be quiet.

"Discharged".

"Thank you, Jagi Minji, for helping me to come up with a plan to get with my crush", she said in a tiny voice. Yoongi gave her a death stare but did say:

"Thank you. Now please leave, Minji-ah".

He then fell forwards again, onto his keyboard.

It was almost exactly a year since you met Minji, and you ruminated about it while waiting for Yoongi and Holly next to a coffeeshop. He was running a little late, but it didn't matter; your mind was far away, at the beginning of this friend-love story, on a day like this when cherries didn't start losing their petals yet, and the whole city cleaned itself, or seemed to be cleaner, just for a while, for this magical period of spring. You breathed with full chest, blinking in the sunlight, feeling absolutely lucky standing next to these trees, your feet firm on the dark gray asphalt with the types of symbols you understood now, and you looked at the city which you also understood now, and you loved it.

You noticed Yoongi's broad frame in a white tee with jean jacket on top, with a black cap sitting on his head and hiding half of his face. He had a little milk chocolate toy poodle on a leash, the dog was not just running, it was hopping every other step, clearly just exactly as happy about spring as you were. The second you made sure it was really them, you stepped forward and then watched the dog, while Yoongi watched you.

"Hey. Sorry we're late. He pooped on a maejanamu next to our house, and I had to..." Yoongi changed his hand that held the leash as Holly started hopping to and fro, following your hands that played with his snoot. "Get it off the leaves".

You chuckled as imagination painted a picture for you.

"That's okay. Look at the weather. I am absolutely in love with your dog".

"I guess it's not that hard for a dog to enfatuate you".

His overly careful pronunciation contrasted with his advanced vocabulary.

You stood up and and faced him, seeing his weekend face, hair tucked behind the ears and under the cap, the brim of it shielding the eyes that were too recognizable for a busy street.

"Are you okay here? Should we go somewhere?" you asked. He nodded gratefully, but his reply didn't match:

"No, it's okay. Do you want coffee? I need an Americano".

You entered the coffeeshop together and he pulled the leash gently, asking Holly to stay closer. You noticed the dog was relatively well-behaved. He didn't really want to adhere to Yoongi's tugs, but had a habit of doing so. Holly was really busy sniffing your whole leg.

"Is it tiring?" you pressed, curious and a little sorrowful about his bowed head. He probably didn't notice anymore? His shoulders were down, shrunken into him like he was trying to seem smaller. And his chin was down, even when he smiled.

"Hiding your face?"

"I think..." he paused to look at the menu and raised his head a little. "The world sees my face too often. I'd prefer to be seen less", ironic smile was curving his lips. This shade of pink, and their plumpness reminded you of Minji and you stopped staring.

"What do you want?" he asked in his usual low, indifferent voice. Without the glamour of black wavy strands of hair falling on his face he seemed more manly, and way more comfortable to be around.

"Do you want to take the leash?" he asked as you walked down the street. The route led you into the square and he passed the leash to you, securing the subtle heaviness of Holly's body into your care. He watched you and the dog carefully, saying nothing, just walking next to you.

"You like spring?" he asked simply, in his funny accent, making a slight pause before 'spring', putting there an invisible comma with his teeth.

"I've never seen such a beautiful spring anywhere else. Last year I was already here for it. It just feels like waking up from a coma", you confessed. Then you remembered:

"You had a birthday recently, right?"

He closed his eyes shortly, like it was something embarrassing.

"Yeah".

"Why didn't you invite me? I've only collected Hoseok and Namjoon so far".

He chuckled dryly.

"I don't celebrate?"

"Why not?"

Yoongi sucked the air through his teeth and you understood he didn't want this to be spoken about.

"You don't have to say", you added quickly. Holly tugged on the leash, and, to spare him of the need of being nice, you asked,

"How lenient should I be with him?"

"He is very spoiled", Yoongi responded, and then smiled to himself. "Don't let him sit on your head".

So you talked a little about his habits, and how he eats, and what he doesn't like eating, and what he needs to eat but will pretend like it's poison to avoid eating.

"He is six", Yoongi was explaining, "so at this point he needs a good diet. So, only the food I'll bring, and maybe a piece of sausage from the table once a week".

Holly was running in front of you carefree, constantly getting distracted and trying to get you to break the route. His fluffy butt was very funny, you almost couldn't see it without laughing because of how he moved his slim tail. Twice to the left, once to the right.

"I should've taken him to groomer"", Yoongi sighed, "but I forgot".

"It's okay. I'll brush him".

"You really like dogs unconditionally, don't you?" he grinned.

"All animals. Hate humans. Will never do humansitting".

Yoongi nodded the same way he did when he was memorizing. Like an AI, updating memory.

"I'll ask Minji to babysit my pet human then. If she's not allergic".

There was about a fraction of annoyance to what he said, and you instantly felt put off by the idea of their entanglements.

"So, idols do have humans as pets then", you concluded darkly. Like before, Yoongi caught on your joke and supported it effortlessly.

"People wanna call them slaves for some reason. I feed them, so what's the problem, you know?"

You nodded solemnly.

You made a circle around the square, breathing the air deeply, like it was therapy. By the end of it Yoongi was even humming something under his breath. Then you passed him the leash. Your coffee cup was empty, so you threw it into the bin; he had vacuumed his the minute after you left the coffeeshop. And thus, the first assimilation procedure was over. You gave each other a respectful bow, he took Holly and left. You looked at the pair as they were crossing the road, from under the pink canopy, and thought, how swell that Minji has him. Because if she didn't, you'd fall for him, and that would've been a whole lot of drama.

It's a good thing Yoongi drank iced Americano because they were late again, and this time, around ten minutes. He apologized profusely, while cars sped up parallel to you, and the evening city hummed and grumbled like a giant waking up. The tip of pink shone like a lonely star on top of Seoul Tower. Yoongi bowed almost ninety degrees and you had to grab him by the shoulder.

"Sorry", he said again, and your hands got interlocked, exchanging things, him, pushing the leash into your palm and you, trying to hand him a coffee.

He asked you about four times if it was okay to meet later because he was at the studio, or whatever they called that huge building in the center, all day. You had nothing better to do after work, and it wasn't night yet. People were getting off work and heading to Itaewon. You went into the opposite direction, searching for quiet parks.

"Where's yours?" he asked.

"You bought me coffee last time", you noted from the ground, where you squatted, letting Holly sniff your face.

"You don't owe me anything", he said simply.

He had his black cap on, but the T-shirt changed. Otherwise, Yoongi was the same. Quiet, polite and with double bottom. Relieved of Holly's insignificant pull, he massaged his right shoulder.

"Training too much?" you chuckled.

He dropped his hand like a spell was broken, his face blank.

"Dammit. I had an surgery on this shoulder like a century ago. It hasn't hurt in years, and I still have the habit of fixing it. I don't know why".

"Oh, sorry. Maybe it's phantom pain? It stays sometimes".

You know yours did. He shook his head,

"No, not really".

He then went silent for a minute.

"When I was nineteen, I got hit by a car. One second I'm on my bike, and the next, I am under the wheel, and it's, how do you say, squeezing my shoulder out".

"Oh, shit", you said quickly. His face stayed unaffected, clearly, he wasn't torn about it anymore.

You guided Holly closer to yourself, where the light reflected from the river was making the path lighter.

"I think it tore off a little, so it did hurt for many years. But after operation it's very strong. I lift eighty".

You made the face you learnt here, from the locals: Ö.

Yoongi chuckled, as his hand flew up to his face, then, to the temple.

"Yes, I'm very strong".

"You look strong, but lifting eighty with one shoulder..."

He threw his hands up and squeezed his eyes shut:

"No, with both, with both".

"Oh. That's still cool. I lift... papers at the university, and groceries".

He grinned, showing his gums.

"You should come over", you switched, "for Holly to see you in my house".

It sounded a little awkward. You meant exactly what you said, no undertones, but still, it sounded out of the blue, and out of place. It was true though.

"Take Minji with you if you want".

"No, why", he protested, "I'll just come over when I bring Holly before I leave. I'll help you unpack his things and stuff".

"Yes, good thinking".

You turned to look at the river, gorgeous in blue and golden light of the tall buildings on the other side. You shut close and didn't speak about anything personal for the rest of the short walk. It wasn't longer than twenty minutes as you circled one section of the park, but it felt like hours, in some celestial type of way. You've never gone to parks after dark because you didn't have a male friend before. Now, the familiar paths and ponds looked different, like you crossed into the shadow realm, and the cherry petals shone blue in the unlit thickets. Yoongi rolled his eyes tiredly and looked at the ascending moon, his twin, in the sky. Your friendly instinct was to ask, tired? like he always asked you if you've eaten, but you bit your tongue. You gave the leash to him and he thanked you for the coffee.

"You live far? I should call you a taxi", he offered.

"No, it's not far away and not that late", you shook your head. Your hands formed a protective shield between you two, and he caved in.

"Okay. Be careful".

His short words, delicate like the petals, were simple and transparent, and it made you mad for some reason.

The good news were that he'd leave soon and you won't have to see him for three weeks. You also might hallucinate things sometimes so you cleared your head before he visited you with the dog.

You watched him kick off his shoes at the door and give no indication he thinks anything at all about your, frankly, cute apartment. You had no shame about it. The space was used well, the living room leading into the kitchen on one side and bedroom, on the other. Bedroom even looked like it belonged to a different dwelling, and you liked it. The wallpaper wasn't dark green, but beige-yellow, uninvasive, and the big window gave view of overhead train rails. That was the only downside: the sound of trains.

"Let's wash him", Yoongi suggested, quite joyfully.

As you strode into the bathroom, Holly kicking in his arms, you asked,

"Ready for the tour?"

"Uh-huh. Jimin- ah, Holly!"

The dog tried to jump out of the bath tub, and he pointed his finger at him. Poodle sat down immediately.

"You'll have to listen to noona Y/N. We're washing".

You turned on the water and you brushed shoulders, cosying up to the tub.

"Jimin?"

"Jimin strained his ankle, as always. If he doesn't, we know there will be trouble during one of the shows. Once he didn't injure himself before a world tour, and the stage collapsed under us on the first night".

You didn't know where to gasp. Although it was perfectly in line with all the amusing lore you knew about them.

"Did you get hurt?"

"Taehyung went under, but he's very nimble. He didn't even get hit. It was alright. But now, if the last training is done and Jimin is not injured, we hold him down and I take out the hammer".

You couldn't tell if he was completely joking or not. He soaped Holly up to his neck, and you helped with the head. After being corrected, the dog behaved angelically. His beady dark eyes followed your hands with no blinking.

"Is he afraid of water?"

"No, he's just aware that something is up".

"He'll be sad", you murmured.

"He knows I always come back. Just cuddle him. You'll do well. Speak Korean to him, of course, if you can".

A smile flashed. Yoongi tried to groom his hair with the clean hand, but the hair fell right back. You hated youself for noticing that one small strand that was close to his ear like the crescent.

Once out of the bathroom, he took one glimpse at your bookcase and said,

"Namjoon said you like Japanese literature?"

You were holding Holly in his towel on the floor, squeezing and rubbing him. Yoongi contentedly straightened his back and even stretched his arms.

"Yes".

No more comments about it. The tip of his tongue traveled to the corner of his lips, then he stepped to the door where all Holly's things were.

"Can I ask you something?"

It's been bothering you for a while.

He turned around, standing on one knee, his fingers tearing off the packaging from Holly's food.

"Yeah?"

"After the car accident, uh, do you, or did you have PTSD? I mean, you probably did, but for how long?"

You inhaled a lot of air into your lungs and stopped breathing. His face changed just a little. The memory update. The wolfcut, you realized. His hair, it had a name.

"I still have it, not so bad, though", he said simply. "It goes away little by little, but it takes time".

He paused, his hands working, but his head was still turned to you. He probably barely saw you, sitting against the window which let intense golden light into the living room.

"Why do you ask?"

You still weren't breathing and you figured you could go on like this because you didn't want to breathe in his scent lingering in your apartment. Woody, like one perfume you used to have when you were in school. Also, you didn't want to breathe, period.

"I was in an accident, too", you finally replied and turned back to Holly.

"Just wondering when I can sleep".

Yoongi was quiet for a while and you wondered if you went too far, but he was the only person who could probably understand you. To the full. Understand the intensity of horror when you're stuck against the unyielding machine.

"It will pass", he said simply. "Seems long, but every day it gets a little bit easier. You just have to let yourself twitch sometimes, if something scares you".

You released half-dry dog, and he shook off the water, tiny droplets exploding from him, flying away, pierced through with the golden sunlight. You felt like you'd just witnessed once in a lifetime event. You widened your eyes:

"Did you see this? So pretty! Did you see?"

Yoongi laughed with his shoulders, and there was some relief in his voice,

"Yes, I saw. Spring is pretty".

When he was finally leaving, Yoongi suddenly turned as if he remembered something.

"Do you want to go to our Seoul show? It will be the last one, at the end of April".

You were caught in your tracks.

"I... do?"

He nodded.

"Of course you do. You've never seen us live, have you? You will be blown away".

You chuckled at his sudden enthusiasm. His eyes even gleamed a little.

"I will ask them to take you backstage, the view is fine from there".

"Oh, backstage is..."

"No worries, no worries", Yoongi grinned, but didn't show the gums. Instead, he curved his lips like he knew something you didn't.

#bts imagine #yoongi imagine #yoongi x reader

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lunar-jimin · 22 days ago

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T H E S U M M E R O F 1 9 8 9 M A S T E R L I S T

A/N: Alright everyone, I'm back, and I'm coming back with a bang! Welcome to my new fic series: The Summer of 1989 featuring the maknae line of BTS. In celebration of my boys coming back from the military and the summer ahead, here are three fics each inspired by a song off of Taylor Swift's 1989 album. Please note that the fics are not necessarily set in 1989. In other news, blog revamp coming soon!!

slut! - “being this young is art”

length: 7.7k

pairing: actor!jimin x actress!reader

genres: hollywood!au, fake dating!au, e2l, angst, smut

summary: You’re an up-and-coming actress known for playing cheerleaders and femme fatales in a series of successful teen blockbusters. With your roles comes a reputation: that of a girl who likes to have fun between the sheets. Your latest film is ramping up to be the movie of the summer, but this time you’re playing a sweet girl-next-door and your love interest is played by the beloved Park Jimin. To sell the role, your PR manager has set you up in a fake relationship with Jimin, who is only too aware of the good times you are known for.

warnings: misogyny in the film industry, degrading language (non sexual), infidelity, intoxication, drug usage (weed), smut: kissing, dry humping, oral (fem. receiving), sex acts while intoxicated, p in v sex, cream pie, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill)

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is it over now? - “your new girl is my clone”

pairing: best friend’s older brother!taehyung x fem!reader

genres: rich kid!taehyung, rich kid!reader, european summer!au, old money!au, angst, fluff, smut

summary: Every summer, you make your way to the French countryside to spend your days lounging next to a pool at your best friend’s chateau. And every summer, you must contend with your best friend’s older brother, Taehyung. Annoying at first, you slowly come to the realization that he has grown into one of the more attractive people you have ever laid eyes on. Unfortunately, he seems to have realized this about himself as well and so you must find a way to keep your cool despite your burgeoning crush, the flood of girls coming through his door, and the fact that you keep catching him staring at you.

warnings: TBA

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suburban legends - “you kiss me in a way that’s going to screw me up forever”

pairing: childhood best friend!jungkook x fem!reader,

genres: small new england coastal town!au, mild horror, mystery angst, smut, fluff

summary: You come back home from your first year at college to find your small New England town just the way you left it. Summer starts and with it comes the hordes of tourists you would rather avoid. Instead, you hide away with your best friend from high school, Jungkook, watching old horror movies and helping him study for summer classes at the local community college. But then people in your graduating class start to go missing and you and Jungkook have never been very good at minding your own business. Tensions start to rise and you begin to realize that neither you nor Jungkook are the same people you were last summer and you might wind up dead before you can reconcile your differences.

warnings: TBA

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#bts fanfic #bts smut #jimin fanfic #jimin smut #taehyung fanfic #taehyung smut #jungkook fanfic #jungkook smut #jimin x reader #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #taylor swift #1989 #the summer of 1989

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hamburgerndsprite · 1 month ago

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SPRITE'S BTS FICS MASTERLIST

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➳ TEMPTATION ON TRIAL

• Pairing: Actor! Kim Seokjin x Criminal Lawyer! OC • Genre: Courtroom Chaos · Crack with Consequences · Enemies to Lovers · Legal Romance · Slow Burn & Subpoenas · Found Family but Make It Unhinged • Status: Ongoing • Synopsis: When South Korea’s most beloved actor, Kim Seokjin, gets hit with a totally fake sexual harassment accusation, suddenly everyone forgets he’s basically a national treasure. His perfect rep? Shattered. The media? Devouring the drama like it’s the finale of a K-drama. And the courtroom? His wildest, “what even is life?” stage yet. Enter Aria Sterling: a defense lawyer with razor-sharp wit and heels sharper than her cross-examinations, who has exactly zero patience for Jin—who, by the way, can’t stand her either. Thrown together like mismatched socks in a hurricane, Aria and Jin must team up to tear the case apart… while trying not to murder each other or accidentally stumble into the “kiss until it’s way too awkward” zone. With buried secrets, explosive drama, and enough corruption to make a soap opera jealous, this story is less courtroom thriller and more wildly chaotic, unhinged mess—where the real trial is surviving each other.

➳ STUPID CUPIDS: BABY EDITION

✧ Pairing: Baby Cupid! Jimin x Baby Cupid! OC ✧ Genre: dumbass celestial romcom • divine sabotage • gay panic • healing with glitter • emotionally repressed idiots • Crack au • Enemies-to-Lovers • Fantasy AU • Whimsical Chaos • Romance ✧ Word Count: 16k+ of glitter-fueled war crimes ✧ Synopsis: Two baby Cupids get slapped with divine probation, a cursed mission scroll, and absolutely no adult supervision (except one extremely tired supervisor who might sue them for emotional damage). Now they’re stuck doing “healing-centric” love missions, which is unfortunate, because they’re both dangerously underqualified, emotionally repressed, and 100% allergic to subtlety. They’re not stable, they’re not certified, and they’re definitely not falling in love with each other, shut up. Featuring: 💘 reckless divine interference ✨ unlicensed emotional healing 📜 cursed bureaucracy ☕️ One supervisor who did not sign up for this This fic is 70% screaming, 20% feelings, and 10% enchanted muffin crimes. No thoughts, just Cupids. You’re not ready.

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aernx · 5 months ago

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IT'S A WRAP ! ⌗ 이희승 ( THE TEASER )

synopsis ⟢ wrapping is easy when it comes to dumplings. but when it comes to your feelings…not so much. after getting separated from your childhood nemesis, lee heeseung, you think your life will go smooth like butter (js like what BTS sang). but fate has other plans when he was forced to help around in your family’s dumpling restaurant.

◌ wordcount﹒ tba

◌ pairing﹒ lee heeseung x fmr

◌ genre﹒ childhood enemies to lovers, hs au, takes place in their summer break, reader is taehyun’s (txt) older sister

◌ featuring﹒ txt, chaewon lsrfm, enhypen, brief mentions of other idols

◌ warnings﹒ profanities/cursing, heeyn annoyed at eo lol, lots of cursing guys

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ONE WEEK HAS PASSED since you were forced to be Heeseung's mentor in your family's dumpling shop and you are now used to seeing him lurk around the area. Now that he’s already familiar with the register and serving people you have to go to the next step: teach him how to make dumplings.

At first, you were against the idea. But your mom insisted that Mrs.Lee wanted Heeseung to be more adapt than any other employee. Hence why he needed to master more than one skill to manage. So, you gave in.

Heeseung was ready to start his new routine. Coming to the shop everyday (excluding Sundays and Saturdays) at 8am and start preparing the register and other things before opening at 9am. He’ll be honest, the first few days, he was dreading it. But eventually, being surrounded with the busy yet calming atmosphere of the shop feels so comfortable? Or maybe because he was spending his summer productively.

But yesterday, Yn had messaged him to arrive at the shop an hour earlier than usual. Seven am?! That’s basically dawn! Heeseung dragged his feet towards the welcoming door. The sun greeted him with a morning glow as he slowly entered his demise.

“Morning, sunshine. Are you awake?” Sitting in one of the chairs, you chuckled, amused at his hunched silhouette.

“You’re crazy for forcing me to work this early on. This is basically child labor!” He sat opposing you, hands folded above the table as he buried his head in between his arms.

“Well your mother consented to this. Get up, lazy.” Your request was left hanging as Heeseung replied an audible “no”, prompting you to leave the boy behind.

Droplets of water soon trickled to the back of his neck, stirring him awake before he-hold on why was he wet? His fingers touched the source of coldness, upon realizing what you have done, his head jolted up meeting your gaze. ”You’re fucking crazy!”

“Awake now?” The smirk on your lips is evident and Heeseung swore that he was going to rip your face off.

“What are we doing?” Instead of answering, you hand a slightly-damp Heeseung an apron and ushered him to wash his hands before starting. “Just go wash your hands first.” He rolled his eyes before complying to your demands.

After finishing with such tasks he returned to his position beforehand. “All clean now.” He dangled his palms to align with your vision. Now that the two of you are clean it's time to start this mission. Wrapping dumplings.

Heeseung eyes lingered on the swift movement of your fingers. Quick hands easily wrap the ball of meat between a thin layer of dough. He shifted his attention elsewhere for a second and when he returned, you were already done with the process. The perfectly wrapped mandu sat in the heart of your palms, sitting proudly before him.

“That doesn’t look hard, let me do it.” The boy shrugged, earning an amused scoff from you. He took the initiative to try it for himself, but before he could reach the layers of thin dough, he felt a slight sting lingering on his arm. “Gosh! What was that for?!”

“Do you ever pay attention? Lace your hands with some flour before taking the dough so it’s not sticky, bambi.”

Bambi? Did you just refer to him as a Disney cartoon animal?! Well sucks to be you at least he was a Disney character. Not some meaningless being.

“Crazy bitch.”

“What did you say?!”

“I said I got the hitch!” Was hitch even a word? Probably. Or not.

Heeseung grudgingly dipped his fingers into the bowl of flour before spreading a light amount in his palms. He then took a thin layer of dough and a little ball of minced meat mixed with onions and other dumpling stuffings(?). He placed the ball in the center of the surface before…before…uhm what was the next step again?

His hands froze mid air for a second. Should he ask for help? Oh and get roasted for not paying attention again? No thanks, his ego was too big for that. Right he’ll figure this out. This is Lee Heeseung we’re talking about. Lee Heeseung vs dumpling, let’s see who’ll win this game.

The tall boy recalled your hand movements, trying hard to remember the steps you did. Right it was uhm….take the left corner, then the right, unite them to the center? Yeah that right. Next is…squish the edges! He’s too smart and talented for this. Heeseung 1, dumpling 0.

The satisfied smile he wore was so apparent. The tips of his finger lightly pressed onto the dough in an attempt to link them together. Except it was not sticking. He kept on applying pressure, more and more as the seconds tick. Once he thought that it would hold, he settled the…ill-shaped dumpling on the table. With his hands on his hips, he turned to face your observing stance. Not bad for his first try. Or so he thought.

Five seconds of victory was cut short when the dumpling slowly–but surely–unwrapped itself from the shape Heeseung molded it to. Heeseung 0, dumpling 1.

The guise of his face showed it all–his mouth hung open, eyes deadpanning the dumpling like it was his sworn enemy–it was so hard not to erupt in laughter. You covered your mouth to contain your glee. This was too funny.

Your oddly timed coughing shifted Heeseung’s gaze to yours. At first the look in his eyes reeks of annoyance but the sound of your echoing laugh was enough to leave a ghost of a smile on his face. You didn’t get angry, that was a first. Heeseung was shocked to see how calm you were after witnessing his failure (well except for the laughing part). “I would be a hypocrite if I got angry at you.” You started. “The first time Eomma taught me how to wrap these, I would always rip the dough.”

“Oh.”

“Right, let me repeat the steps again, slowly this time.”

The clueless boy watched your movements distinctly. He noticed how eased you were as you did the task at hand, focused yet you were doing it so effortlessly. He also noticed how you poke your tongue slightly when your fingers pinched the perfectly folded dumpling’s little details, and the little specks of flour that landed on the tip of your nose. There was something about you today that he couldn’t ignore.

Heeseung looked at your current expression, and suddenly you both were five again. You were sitting in his living room while your mothers chat in the kitchen.

With a crayon tucked in between your fingers, your tongue slightly stuck out as you fully averted your attention to your drawing before you. His gaze lingered there maybe too long than it should have been. You were so focused on that drawing and little Heeseung can't help but wish you would play with him instead. Maybe he could change that.

Shortly after, young Heeseung approached you slowly, attempting not to make any noise before tapping you in the shoulder from behind and whispered a "boo" that resulted in a big red slash in the drawing and an extremely angry Yn.

Twelve years have passed yet you still look the same to him. The first girl that entered his life other than his mother, the first girl he fought with, and the first girl he ever loved. Not that he realized, of course. But perhaps just for today, he would forget your fuse with him and pretend that you didn't hate each other's guts.

“That’s how you make a perfect dumpling.” The curve of your lips were so warm and inviting. Maybe because it was too early in the morning that’s why Heeseung felt so out of it right now. “Ehem, okay. I should be able to do it now.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue · 2 years ago

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What if... the CEOs were hybrids? Bonus chapter | BTS OT7 au

Welcome to the prequel, I cannot believe how long it's taken me to update this story I really hope you enjoy this <3 (the gif makes me think of the 6 in their office waiting for MC, but Yoongi’s hiding her in his office 🤣) Warnings: menstrual cycle stuff, hormones, possessiveness

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Hybrids: KNJ - Wolf, KSJ - Bear, MYG - Panther, JHS - Lion, PJM - Arctic fox, KTH - Tiger, JJK - Bunny.

“Kitten if you keep pouting so hard you’ll look like a fish,” Yoongi teases without looking up from his paperwork.

“I’m not pouting,” you deny wearing the proverbial pout.

Hoseok snickers, covering it with a weak cough when you glare at him for a second, turning back to Yoongi with your arms crossed.

“Flower you need to look in the mirror,” Taehyung says deeper than usual, making your heart flutter momentarily, the sound makes him smile, but you avoid his gaze.

“Hyung stop being mean or you’ll cloud my sunshine,” Hobi pretends to berate the panther hybrid, all of their tails swishing in the air enthusiastically as you get more riled up.

You were in the main CEO office with three big cat hybrids, most people would stand guard or scared, Yoongi thought, but of course his kitten would stand defiantly in between them with no ounce of fear.

“Just admit you did it on purpose Min Yoongi,” your pout was getting more pronounced at the accusation, a big cute frown on your face that makes Yoongi bite his lips to stop smiling but he fails.

Hoseok and Tae laugh behind their hands or paperwork, both of them clearing their throats and schooling their features before you turn on them.

“What exactly did I do wrong, kitten?” Yoongi asks with a dare in his eyes, a lot of people thought you both didn’t get on but they were wrong. Yes, you both argued and disagreed with each other without care about who was watching but it was only play-fighting, and Yoongi did it on purpose to see his kitten’s claws. Who else in the company would dare confront him like this with his full name on their lips in that demeanour.

“I emailed you my report because you asked for a digital copy AND YOU CHANGED THE FONT!”

Hoseok and Taehyung both clasp their hands over their mouths as the giggles escape, you eye them both distastefully, narrowed gaze piercing them.

“And what’s the problem?” Yoongi smirks, oh you wanted to wipe that smug look off his face.

You groan exasperatedly, huffing loudly which only makes his grin wider. How he loved playing with his kitten, any piece of string he dangled in front of you sent you running in circles with him and he always loved the sight.

“Why did you change it?” The pout is back.

“You’re pouting again Kitten,” Yoongi sighs, “stop it.”

You only pout harder, looking at him like a child being told off but not backing down.

“I’m not pouting,” you argue, and your tone tickles him. For your own safety you needed to be more aware of your facial muscles, or did you not realise every time you purse your lips like that you were just asking to be kissed, and Yoongi was not a gentleman, how long did you expect him to resist?

“Hyung,” Taehyung whines, copying your expression exaggeratedly. “I can’t believe you changed the font on flower’s hard work.”

“How could you?” Hoseok joins in, adopting a childish tone in his voice as he pouts extra hard.

The fake support only makes you glare at them, they sounded ridiculous as they struggled to keep their composure. Yoongi doesn’t hold back his soft laughter, the sound cooling your anger a little.

“You’re not funny,” you say to the duo, watching both their tails swish behind them as they mock you.

“I disagree,” Tae chuckles.

“We’re hilarious sunshine,” Hoseok chimes in, “and Yoongi hyung was right, you are pouting.”

“That is beside the point,” you disregard them, “the point is Min Yoongi disrespected my work.”

“I changed the font Kitten, I didn’t insult it,” he rolls his eyes but the smirk doesn’t disappear.

“Helvetica is an insult,” you mumble, walking away with a stomp in your step. The three cat hybrids start to petulantly whine and complain as you leave, begging for you to stay.

“Kitten, I’ll change it back,” Yoongi calls after you.

“Flower come back,” Taehyung whines.

“Sunshine we were joking!”

But your only response was the slam of the office door.

“No one tell Namjoon.”

“Hyung you were pushing it,” Hoseok berates him gently, “or did you not scent the change yet?”

“Of course I did, it’s my favourite time to play with Kitten,” Yoongi admits. “She’s extra volatile this time of month.”

Taehyung shakes his head in disbelief, “Hyung you’re sadistic.”

Hoseok just stares at the panther with a knowing look. Min Yoongi could pretend all he wanted, but the man was soft for you and your attention.

—

Did their hybrid ears deceive them, or was that your heart pumping out of pace as you stared up at Jin with a spaced out look. The bear hybrid was devastatingly handsome, the whole company knew it, even you weren’t immune to it.

“Angel, are you listening to what Hyung is saying?” Jimin calls you out with a smirk.

“Huh,” you take a second to snap out of it, meeting the knowing look in Jimin’s eyes before you feel your cheeks burn. “Yep.”

It sounds like a squeak as you turn back to the file Jin was holding, trying to read the words on the page but you can’t make out a single sentence. You hear him chuckle beside you, wishing the floor would swallow you whole to escape the sudden embarrassment you felt.

“Beautiful girl, are you feeling okay?” Jin asks with a grin, bathing in the sight of you becoming flustered.

“Flower,” Taehyung stands from his desk with mock worry on his face, taking your hands in his as he stares you down, “your heart rate just skyrocketed, are you okay?”

Jimin and Jungkook push Jin out of the way, the trio surrounding you as they voice their concern over your health, making you want Hell to open up and take you if it meant you could escape this.

“Ya!” Even Jin couldn’t save you now, he may have been the oldest but when the maknaes wanted something they’d get it. He sighs, shaking his head as you fight for words against their attack.

“You don’t have a temperature,” Jungkook mutters with a pout, the back of his hand pressed to your forehead.

“This is serious,” Jimin contemplates, his hands on your cheeks as he looks into your eyes, “there’s no reason for angel’s heart rate to shoot up out of nowhere,” he fights the smirk but you can hear it in his voice, he knows exactly why you were like this, damn their hybrid senses.

“Bunny, are you sure you don’t have a heart condition?”

“Should we book an appointment with the company doctor,” Taehyung says to the two, his acting skills better than them by far, even you were almost convinced it would be a good idea.

“This isn’t the first time it’s happened Bunny, what if it’s something serious?” Jungkook teases, unable to stop the grin on his face.

“Has no one else picked up on it Angel?” Jimin asks innocently before his eyes change again, a cheshire cat smile on the fox’s face forming without restraint. “It only ever happens with us.”

Your whole head feels like it’s on fire, the open mouth of shock pressing shut with annoyance.

“Maybe I’m allergic to you guys,” you say through gritted teeth, making the boys gasp in outrage at the idea.

—

It hurt like a bitch, like little fists were punching you from the inside out and all you could do was grit your teeth and take painkillers, which you swear did nothing. You try to suppress a groan, pressing your lips together hard as you get through another cramp. You wish you didn’t come in today but there was an important meeting and you stupidly thought that was more important than crying in bed in pain alone.

You don’t notice three sets of eyes on you, looking on with worry. It's when you clutch your abdomen, eyes squeezed closed, that they know they can no longer leave you be.

“Y/n you stink,” Suran says nonchalantly as she passes your desk, the Chihuahua hybrid dropping off some files before giving you a fake sympathetic smile and holding her nose as she walks away.

Taehyung growls as he overhears, the chihuahua’s attention snapping to the tiger with fear widening her eyes, noticing Jimin looking at her with the same predatory hate that makes her cower away with a whine.

You sigh when she walks away, hating the fact that every hybrid in the room knew exactly which point of your monthly cycle you were in, even with all the suppressants they had to take. At first it was weird to get used to, embarrassing even but with time it was just the way things were. Sometimes you had to admit it did have it’s benefits, like when you ranted to your panda hybrid BFF about Min Yoongi and the helvetica altercation she may have pointed out that you were PMSing and your patience with the panther was at sub zero because of it. Maybe you were overreacting about the whole font thing, just a little.

“Noona,” Jungkook calls for your attention, the other two in tow looking at you with so much sympathy it was as if someone was dying.

“Angel, care to follow us?” Jimin says holding out his hand for you to take.

You smile knowingly, but it doesn’t stretch very far. Every month your favourite trio found a way to distract you from work and form a cuddle nest in Yoongi’s office which he always allowed to your surprise. He would stare at the four of you while he pretended to work, both of you wishing he would just join the cuddle pile.

“Guys I can't, I've got a meeting soon,” you say, glancing at the clock. “And you three are 20 minutes late to yours.”

They mumble feeble excuses which you silence with an unimpressed look.

—

You almost crawl into the meeting room, your pace so slow your usual 30 minutes early to prep was now cut to 25, Jin had been pacing the room for five minutes wondering whether you had died, Namjoon restraining him from going to look for you telling the bear hybrid he was being too dramatic.

Of course, Namjoon eats his own words when they see you enter. Jin was normally the one to preempt your ritual of setting up, normally joining you so he could steal your time before being surrounded by your colleagues. This time round, Namjoon decided to join him and he’s so glad he did.

The protective growl is barely contained, he doesn’t know what hits him first, your palor, the smell of blood or the way you are so obviously in excruciating pain.

“Baby girl,” his voice is on edge, “what are you doing here?”

You frown at him, wincing when another cramp makes you want to double over and die, did he have to ask you stupid questions?

“Setting up,” you say breathlessly with a slight groan, pressing your lips together as if those two words alone just added tenfold to the agony.

“I don’t think so,” the characteristic rise of his eyebrow tells you he’s serious, “go home, you’re in no state to work.” he turns to Jin, “Hyung, do you think you could drive-”

“I’m fine,” even through the struggle of those quiet words he could hear your stubbornness.

He exhales, staring you down, jaw clenched. Jin glances between you both, even in your frailer than usual state he could see you weren’t going to back down, either of you.

“Beautiful, maybe we should-”

“Nope,” you shake your head, ignoring them and starting to prep for the meeting, you were running out of time. You try to behave as normal, standing a little straighter, but your movements were slow, your head fuzzy.

“Y/n I am not kidding around, you look like you’re going to pass out,” Namjoon grits his teeth to stop himself yelling, he never yelled, but this or something similar happened every month and his patience ran out about a year ago.

You scowl at the lack of his term of endearment in that sentence, didn’t he know you were in pain? And he was going to call you by your name? The gall of the lead CEO, thinking he could just boss you around like he was… Huh, maybe your brain was suffering from a lot of blood loss, you genuinely forgot this man was your employer.

“I’m going to be fine,” you sigh, tired of everything. You just needed to make it through the day, only… 7 more hours left. You stop yourself from bursting into tears at the thought, why was time torturing you today?

Jin watches Namjoon clench his fist, the bear hybrid taking a step back when the wolf’s eyes have that red glint in them that meant oncoming doom. You were somehow blissfully unaware, although he knew that wouldn’t last long.

It's when you try to muffle a wince that he can hear the low growls coming from the male, his tail stiff and straight, making Jin’s instincts want to stand in front of you and defend you but the more rational part of his brain knew Namjoon would never hurt you.

“Beautiful girl…” He tries again, nervously laughing but you seem to be oblivious to the state of the predator in the room. “I think-”

The whimper you try to conceal cuts him off, you’re clutching the edge of the table in front of you so hard your knuckles are white, your whole posture stiffening as you ride out the spasms your lower region assaults on your body. His eyes go wide when he doesn’t hear you breathe, he steps closer to you quickly as it passes and when you release the table you stumble back into his chest.

His arm wraps around you quickly, keeping you steady as you catch your breath. Your stance is weaker, he can see your eyes are out of focus when he tilts your head to look at him.

“You shouldn’t be here beautiful,” he sighs. “You should be at home, in bed, resting.”

“But-”

“I’m taking you home,” he insists, and he’d stay with you, no way was he going to leave you alone like this. He bet you hadn’t had anything to eat today either.

“But the meeting,” you whine weakly, you put so much work into today and your biology was ruining it. “No, I’m going to stay.”

You both hear the low rumbling sound behind you, tentatively turning towards the hooded eyes directed at you. You feel a shiver shoot down your spine, Jin holding you tighter against him.

When he takes a step closer you instinctively try to take one back, unable to move with Jin freezing in response to the wolf. Namjoon lets out a deep breath, as if trying to control his instincts, instincts that scream at him to take his mate home, build her a nest and trap her in it until she recovers.

“Baby girl you either let Hyung take you home now,” he pauses, searching your eyes for the defiance he needed to subdue. The corner of his lips twitch as if he’s almost amused, but really it's because his patience has been tested to its limits.

You try to speak but no sound leaves, all you can do is watch the predator stalk up to you, looking up at him as his gaze almost dared you to try and challenge him.

“Or…” his smile doesn’t reach his eyes, stretched thin like his nonexistent tolerance for your attitude.

“I call security to escort you out of the building.”

You gawp at him in surprise, he wouldn’t, there is no way on Earth he would call security on you.

“Don’t test me Y/n, it’s for your own good,” he grunts in reply to your unspoken thoughts, the fake smile gone to reveal his glare. He doesn’t back down, doesn’t flinch even when he can see your eyes starting to water. He marches over to the internal company phone when you don’t move towards the exit, Jin having released you to watch your reaction. You cross your arms, looking at the wolf with just as much contempt despite the pain you were in. The adrenaline of your standoff helped a little, but you would die before you admit it.

He scoffs after waiting a second too long, unbuttoning his cuffs and pushing his sleeves up his arms. They felt like they were constraining him, the tie and collar would have to be loosened next once he dealt with you. He glares at you again, ready to end this stalemate, but your eyes aren’t on his with fire like he expects. Instead, they travel down his arms, breath caught in your throat at the angry veins protruding out of his skin. The smirk on his face was real this time, only when he picks up the phone do you return his stare. He wouldn’t…

“Security,” it’s a gruff command and your jaw drops in disbelief.

—

“So Bunny isn’t talking to you?” Jungkook isn’t gloating, not really, the grin he has on his face wasn’t cruel, he just found the situation entertaining.

“Even I thought he was bluffing with the security card,” Jin shakes his head at the memory, you held back tears the whole drive home, you ranted to Jin about how Namjoon could possibly to that to you and who did he think he was, you didn’t stop for the whole afternoon and evening until Jin left.

“I was half bluffing,” Namjoon groans, “I didn’t really call them, I just made her think I did.”

“But you would have if she didn’t move,” Yoongi challenges, a smirk evident on his face that he wasn’t buying it.

“As if you wouldn’t have called them either,” the lead CEO huffs.

“Oh please, Kitten wouldn’t refuse me,” the smirk only grows when the wolf glares at the panther. “And if she did, she would have paid for it.”

“She was already paying in pain, hyung,” Taehyung whines, not liking the way Yoongi was talking. “My poor flower.”

“It’s been a week,” Namjoon starts massaging his temples with his fingertips feeling the stress radiate from his brain like a migraine. “When is she going to let it go?”

“Have you apologised?” Hoseok asks, not looking up from his paperwork until his question is met with silence.

Oh if only you could see the wolf with his tail between his legs right now. He tries not to laugh at the obvious embarrassment on Namjoon’s face as he tries to come up with an excuse.

“I don’t think he needs to apologise,” Yoongi says.

“Of course you don’t” Jimin sasses with an eye roll. “Whether hyung was right or wrong, he still hurt my angel’s feelings.”

“I think he’s paid for it enough,” Jin chuckles, “you should’ve seen his face when beautiful called him Mr Kim.”

Jaws drop, in shock and a little in second hand pain if that was ever a thing. They wouldn’t know at all how to handle you acting so coldly.

“Not even Kim Depyunim,” Jin continues as if he was sharing a scandal. “Mr Kim.”

“Woah,” Jungkook breathes, completely taken back. “Remind me not to get on Noona’s bad side.”

“Ididitforherowngood!” Namjoon yells to his own defence, sounding unusually high pitched before groaning, planting his head on the table.

The others snicker to themselves, the sound making the wolf bang his head lightly but repeatedly on the wooden desk.

—

“Sunshine, are you still mad at Namjoon?” Hoseok asks you as you both walk to your meeting. His question pulls your attention out of the file you were rechecking.

“No…” you deny, pouting as you return to reading.

“Sunshine…” he sighs.

“Maybe,” you try again more honestly.

“Well then you should be mad at all of us,” he replies, making your snap towards him. He doesn’t meet your gaze, staring in front of him with confidence. “We all would’ve done exactly the same thing.”

You sigh displeased with that information.

“But Hobi-”

That does make him turn towards you, pulling your arm and stopping you both in your tracks. Thankfully the corridor was empty, but he still glances around before giving you his full attention.

“Sunshine, none of us like seeing you in pain,” he explains, “and for some reason you don’t listen to your body.”

You open your mouth to argue but his stare makes you back down, pressing your lips closed with another pout. He chuckles softly at the sight.

“He didn’t go about it the best way, but he didn’t do it to undermine you sunshine,” he explains calmly. “He did it because he was worried about you.”

You stare at his shoes, feeling mildly dejected at his gentle berating. You miss the grin on his face, finding you adorable. He gives the corridor another glance around to make sure no eyes could catch him, before he pulls you into a hug, chuckling to himself at how endearing he found everything about you, even the parts that sometimes exhausted them.

—

“No!” he roars childishly. “I know Flower better!”

You wince at his volume, the three maknaes tended to forget about the crowd of colleagues surrounding you when they had these battles for your attention.

Jmin and Jungkook scoff loudly, making you wince even harder, glancing at the other desks and watching people whisper in amusement. Why did they do this to you?

“Please, you don’t even know your flower’s favourite flower!” Jimin contends with just as much volume as the tiger, tail swishing back and forth faster and faster.

“You just admitted she’s my flower,” Taehyung counters as if he’s won.

“Guys,” you say quietly, not wanting any more attention, but needing to stop it. You pull on Tae’s sleeve to get him to stop.

“Look you can’t even read Bunny’s body language,” Jungkook stands with his hands on his hips, stalking up to the tiger as if he wasn’t a prey hybrid. Honestly sometimes you’d forget if it wasn’t for the bunny ears on his head.

“And you can?” Jimin and Taehyung say simultaneously.

“Better than you can!” Jungkook shouts back, “you’re making Noona uncomfortable right now.”

Oh the irony obviously went over the youngest’s head and then twirled around him and yeeted for good measure.

“Can you guys please quieten it down?” you beg, “or take it elsewhere.”

Three sets of eyes now snap and stare directly at you, oh shit this was exactly what you wanted to avoid.

“Flower tell them I know you best,” Taehyung demands, crouching beside you and turning your chair to face him.

“Angel don’t you dare lie to him to save his feelings,” the arctic fox growls, the sound not as impressive as Namjoon’s but you find it cute, or you would in any other situation.

“Bunny-”

A large shadow looms over the four of you, catching the hybrids’ tongues in their throats. They audibly swallow, slowly turning to see the daggers the big bad boss wolf threw at them with his glare.

“Didn’t we have that thing…?” Jimin cowers back without taking his eyes off the lead CEO, swearing to himself he could see steam leaving his ears.

“That important thing,” Taehyung seconds as if he didn’t spend the last half an hour disagreeing with everything the fox said.

The three of them scarper off, as if the ends of their tails were on fire, unable to leave fast enough. You shake your head at their antics but smile in amusement despite the trouble they caused.

Namjoon’s presence had everyone turn back diligently to their work, he surveys the whole floor, making sure not a single hint of attention strayed from what he paid them to do. You look up at his glowering presence, grinning at how serious his demeanour was. His eyes catch yours when he hears your light laughter, the stern expression on his face melting away.

You weren’t giving him the narrowed eyes of spite that he was getting used to, was it too early to sigh in relief? He watches you cautiously, words catching in his throat that he clears, but when he opens his mouth nothing comes out. You smile at him so radiately it disarms him, his palms starting to sweat, you reduce the strong alpha to a pup with that look of endearment.

“Thanks Joonie,” you whisper, “they were getting to that stage where it would’ve been impossible to stop.”

You shake your head again, looking down at your computer completely unaware of the puddle the CEO was turning into beside you. He feels his soul elevate back into place after being dragged along the floor for a week. He wasn’t Mr Kim anymore, the relief flooded through him.

“Baby girl,” he calls for your attention quietly, standing over you with an arm on your desk. You glance up at him, caught in his soft gaze, blinking a couple of times at the sight.

“Hmm?”

“I’m sorry for last week, I was out of line but I was worried about you.”

He leans down closer, his face an inch away from yours. He smirks when he sees your eyes dilate, an inner voice berating him about rules and etc that he ignores for a second.

“That being said,” he continues gently. “Never call me Mr Kim again.”

He breaks out into a grin at the sound of your soft laughter.

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rimatsu · 4 months ago

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Do you think the helicopter is to do with Tommy?

I personally think that Buck and Tommy will meet on a call around 8.11-12 (the 217 trucks bts) and be on good terms and then whatever happens in 8.14-15 (Which if Tim loves me, he will #Crashthathelicopter and the crying bts will be reacting to that) and Buck will move in with Tommy when/if Eddie comes back.

cautious answer: according to the filming permit, the scene heavily features police, so it could be an LAPD aircraft. i saw the bts video you're referring to, and the more i listened to it the more it sounded like OS giggling his ass off

optimistic one: i believe tommy appears in episodes 14/15 which mark the beginning of their makeup arc. i'd prefer the chopper to crash after they patch things up but i'll welcome the angst with open arms and it's absolutely the type of dramatic plotlines tim would steal from fanfics. the filming set in the bts clip was too quiet for laughter which is in favor of buck having an emotional outburst during a call

i'm erring on the side of caution and don't want to put too much hope on the 217 engines since they were used earlier in s8 with no tommy sighting. but i love the idea of bucktommy running into each several times throughout the season without proper resolution. tease the audience and solidify that will-they-won't-they dance. it would make their reconciliation that much sweeter

despite the speculations and rumors, eddie coming back near the finale seems inevitable to me. in my mind, his return is confirmed in 817, and the next episode begins with buck browsing rental listings online. tommy looks over his shoulder and tentatively suggests that buck move in with him. buck is visibly hesitant (they agreed on taking it slow, tommy already left once, he wasn't ready for this level of commitment when buck offered it back in november so why now when they've only been back together a few months, does tommy feel obligated because of lingering guilt etc.) before he can spiral, tommy reminds him that it was just a suggestion, not an ultimatum, and that he doesn't expect a positive answer. maybe he even makes a joke about their relationship surviving a 'no' this time. it's followed by on-the-nose thematic emergencies, maybe a buck-bobby conversation that helps him overcome his hangups, and finally a yes to moving in together. we all cheer

#and then we wake up from this mass hallucination #who has a goat ready for sacrifice? it's not too late for some sihr or brujeria #my money is on that 815 reunion until proven otherwise #bucktommy #rima.txt #s8 speculation

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spookyserenades · 2 years ago

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Trouvaille - Chapter Eight

Pairing(s); BTS OT7 x Reader

Genre/Themes; Hybrid!AU, themes of the supernatural and the occult, religious themes, violence, hurt/comfort, horror, romance

Rated; 18+ for swearing, violence/gore, future sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised.

Word Count; 23.4k

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Annnd it's August!! We've come a full year (at least, since I've begun writing Trouvaille) and now the story is matching up with post dates 💃🏻 I hope you're all well! This update features some angst, and the final two scenting scenes.... one of which is particularly spicy, as a head's up! This chapter concludes the scenting arc, and after this, we'll be moving more quickly into other plotlines 🥳 There's also plenty of tender moments in this chapter, so I hope you'll enjoy those as well. As always, comments, feedback, questions, and even ranting/screaming is always welcomed! My inbox is open, as is the taglist. Without further ado, please enjoy this update!!

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Jeongguk gracefully pulled back from her body, the agile movement allowing him to land backwards on the balls of his feet so he could lean against one of his bed posts, staring down at Y/N with lidded eyes. Adjusting the strap of her tank top back over her shoulder, Y/N frowned slightly when she realized the fabric covered his mark up. Jeongguk hummed, appearing to be gathering his thoughts before he resumed the conversation they were having prior to his… collapse.

“So, none of us particularly like Taehyung. I mean, that much is fucking obvious. Contrary to what you may have assumed, I think you’re a pretty smart girl– I’m sure you’ve picked up on all of us avoiding him like a virus,” Jeongguk began, a thoughtful look spreading across his face. Stunned by the compliment, Y/N felt herself flush from the neck upwards.

“Even so, he’s not a threat to us. If he wanted to kill any of us, he would have done it already. So really, there’s no reason for us… er, Namjoon, really, to knock his teeth down his throat. Yet. From what Yoongi told me about his little chat with the bear, Taehyung is in no hurry to befriend any of us yet– all the more reason for us to give him space,” Jeongguk adjusted the loose collar of his tee shirt as he spoke, before trudging on, “If things get sticky and there’s cops knocking on the front door somewhere down the line, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. We’re all keeping an eye on him in the meantime, but I’m confident he won’t hurt you, at the very least,” Jeongguk continued, watching Y/N carefully as she heaved her upper body up so she could sit up straight.

“So what you’re saying is… you’ve all decided to steer clear of Tae, but keep him under surveillance at all times? And all the while, he’s content with just keeping to himself? Is that right?” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, the elk hybrid’s tapered ears flickering lazily as he nodded in response. “Is it wishful thinking to hope fights like that won’t happen again between any of you?”

Chuckling without responding to her inquiries, Jeongguk passed a tattooed hand over his face, moving to his wardrobe to pull some fresh sweatpants out of it. While his back was turned to her Y/N dragged her eyes up from his legs, over his muscular back, and to his mussed hair and antlers. His antlers were truly something to marvel at; though the scale of them were significantly smaller than were when Y/N first saw them while he was still in elk form. She wondered if that was some kind of trait scientists had worked into elk hybrid DNA. After all, it would be pretty difficult for Jeongguk to carry around the weight of full-scale elk antlers while shifted into human form. The shape of them seemed to encircle his head, perhaps another scientist’s idea, maybe to prevent others from colliding into the antlers accidentally, compared to the way if they’d branch out horizontally– taking up more sideways space. They were covered in a rich brown velvet and looked soft to the touch, Y/N staring at them unabashedly since his back was turned.

Squinting, she noticed the very tip of one of his antlers, one that was crooked like a tree, seemed to have a viscous liquid sluggishly rolling down the length of it, and as she leaned closer to get a look at it, Y/N realized it was blood. Stiffening, Y/N immediately got to her feet, rushing over to him and putting a hand on his shoulder without thinking. Jeongguk flinched in surprise, looking down at her with a scandalized expression as she got on her tip-toes to confirm that he was truly bleeding.

“Jeongguk, you’re bleeding! One of your antlers!” Y/N exclaimed, reaching her hand upwards to touch before stopping herself abruptly. She didn’t know if antlers, like hybrid ears, were sensitive, and didn’t want to risk him getting angry with her.

A noise of surprise fell from his lips, gripping his sweatpants in his fist and stalking towards his bathroom while mumbling to himself. Y/N followed after him hot on his heels, eyes on a spot of velvet covering his antlers that seemed to be beginning to peel away from the bony appendage. In the mirror, he turned his head in a few different directions, a deep grimace appearing on his face as a droplet of blood slipped down his antler and onto his cheek.

“Aw, fuck… its late August, I forgot about this bullshit. Don’t worry about it, I’m not hurt. My velvet’s just shedding,” Jeongguk groaned, using the back of his hand to smear the blood off of his face with annoyance. “Unfortunately, I’ll be walking around here for the next few days looking gory as hell, and it makes a goddamn mess.”

“How often does that happen?” Y/N asked, awed. Gripping the lip of his granite sink vanity, Jeongguk made eye contact with her reflection.

“Just once a year, usually around this time,” Jeongguk answered, spinning slowly so he could look down at her again. “Alright, let’s focus, here. I want to shower and sleep for at least four hours.”

Blushing, it dawned on Y/N that she was taking up a bit too much of his time especially after he had stayed up the entire night, clearing her throat. Part of her ached to ask more questions surrounding the particular subject of velvet shedding; such as if it was painful for him, but she bit her tongue.

“You’re right, okay. What else should I know?” Y/N inched backwards into his bedroom, the elk hybrid leaning his hip against his sink vanity. Out of the corner of her eye, she clocked the charm bag she had made him resting on his dresser, beside his notebook and the ruby rosary he’d used to get rid of that entity. He had half a mind to ask about it, one million questions begging for answers from the elk hybrid, but she had to keep it together, for now.

“Last night was a full moon. Namjoon is a wolf hybrid… Do you know what I’m trying to say?” Jeongguk narrowed his eyes purposefully when Y/N shook her head with confusion.

“You know, how there’s that idea that wolves howl at the full moon and are riled up by it? Technically, it’s something of a circulated rumor, but I’m led to believe that there’s some truth in it. It’s not like he’s a werewolf or anything, so stop looking at me like that. I think a full moon just influences his mood, that’s all. He’s more agitated and moody than he’d be otherwise. This whole week leading up to the full moon the wolf has been acting bizarre, anyways; fine one moment, pissed off the next with no explanation as to why. It gave me whiplash, at first, before I put the pieces together.”

She was still staring at Jeongguk incredulously, trying to process that he was pretty much telling her the explanation for Namjoon’s behavior was adjacent to Hollywood lycanthrope lore. Her mother always used to tell her people tended to act a bit strangely on the nights of a full moon, but never really put much stock into the theory. If anything, it was a sort of flimsy excuse as to why Namjoon had totally flown off of the handle, but she’d take any information Jeongguk would give her gratefully.

“I suppose if that is true, certain things would make more sense to me,” Y/N began slowly, trying not to make any more funny faces at the elk hybrid or insult his insight. “I get what you mean. He’ll be willing to converse one minute and the next he’s either glaring at me or avoiding me like I’m the plague. You two worked together to get rid of that entity, and the following day you both had that little spat outside…”

“It’s his species. Wolf hybrids aren’t adopted very often, they’re extremely temperamental, territorial. He’s been trying to establish dominance over the rest of the house since he’s gotten here,” Jeongguk yawned, another trail of blood falling from his antler and running down the side of his face. He didn’t seem to notice. “Then again, none of the hybrids you’ve adopted find homes quickly, unless they plan on shooting us or something. Not many humans are comfortable with lions, tigers, and bears in their homes.”

Snorting at his Wizard of Oz reference, Y/N sobered up a bit. The sad reality that she had only come to adopt her hybrids because no one else had wanted them, apart from someone looking to hunt them down for sport, had her stomach churning. Hybrids that were spliced with domesticated animal DNA were always the popular choice for the average potential adopting owner looking for companionship, as most people knew how to handle animals such as cats, dogs, and rabbits. The behavior of a jaguar hybrid was quite different than any house cat hybrid she had ever met. She thought it wise to order some guidebooks online that night; if she hadn’t known about Jeongguk’s velvet shedding, or Namjoon’s sensitivity to the moon cycle, what else didn’t she know?

“A lot of humans are just evil. Honestly, I’m surprised that they haven’t passed a law making hybrid hunting illegal. Makes me think some of these lawmakers partake in it themselves,” Y/N seethed, the primal urge to protect her hybrids coming back to her again. It seemed to be a frequent emotion, especially in the past 24 hours. “Alright, let me get out of your hair, or I’ll go on a tangent. Is that all you wanted to tell me?”

“Yeah, I think that’s it. They’re probably going to be pretty pitiful when you go down to confront them, just warning you. They know they fucked up, neither of them want to upset you any further, so you should be good. You might need to patch them up a bit, they both got a few good blows to the face. Reeks of blood in here,” Jeongguk sighed, flicking the light on in his bathroom, turning the shower tap on as he spoke.

Growing antsy, Y/N decided it was time to get a move on before Jeongguk started stripping in front of her, knowing that he wasn’t exactly above that. She had a feeling Jeongguk knew exactly how much he affected her. With a jolt, her brain registered that it was highly likely that all of the hybrids in the house heard the pitiful noises she made when they scented her. It was slightly embarrassing, but there was nothing she could do about it. It probably wasn’t even something they thought twice about.

“Right, so I’m going to go talk to them, I guess… clean them up. Please get some rest, then come get some food, okay? Oh, and thank you, again, for everything. You’re sweeter than you look, Jeongguk,” Y/N couldn’t help but to tease him a little bit, Jeongguk snapping his head around as he was checking the water temperature and sending her an unimpressed grimace. She could see a whisper of amusement in his midnight eyes, however.

With that, Y/N offered Jeongguk a sincere smile before shutting his bedroom door and setting off down the hall. Mindlessly brushing a hand over the shoulder he had scented, Y/N felt her skin flushing as she thought about how brazen he had been, and how he was able to just switch it off in a flash and resume civil conversation with her. It was a bit disorienting, she thought, swiping the first aid kit she’d dumped on the bottom step of the staircase before running up to talk to Jeongguk.

Taking several breaths, Y/N started the short distance down the hall to Namjoon’s bedroom. The door was open; light from his large windows flooding out into the hallway, and Y/N hesitated as she approached the doorway. She could tell both of them were in there, the sounds of heavy books being slid back into their spots on the bookshelf and the ruffling of clothes being folded telling her so. Swallowing down her nerves, Y/N entered the room.

Namjoon was by the bed, which had been made already, folding all of the clothes he had torn out of his wardrobe. He was facing the window, away from her, but his ears were flat against his skull and his shoulders were drooped, so she knew he was aware of her presence. They had almost completely restored the room to how it was before all hell had broken loose the previous night, the blood on the floor mopped away, each item on Namjoon’s desk placed back in their rightful spots. Taehyung was staring at her from the book shelf, looking from her face to the medical kit in her hand while he cautiously placed a clothbound book about candle magic back in place.

“Morning,” Y/N greeted evenly, wanting to ease into the scolding as best she could. Judging by the thick cloud of doom in the room she had walked into, both of them already felt bad enough.

Entering the bedroom a bit further, she eyed Taehyung, who had hung his head and started to lift another book off of the floor. He’d changed into a fresh outfit, but looked disheveled and sleep deprived. She placed the first aid kit on Namjoon’s bed, standing a few feet from him as she unzipped it slowly.

Namjoon was surreptitiously avoiding her eyes, Y/N watching him fold a pair of jeans with his knuckles bloodied and bruised. He had thrown on sweats and a simple white tee shirt, and had apparently showered with his damp silver hair pushed back from his face, but like Taehyung, his appearance was tired and out of sorts. Silently, she scooped up the small armful of clothes he had folded, placed them back into his wardrobe, and marched back to her spot beside him.

“Come here, both of you. I want to clean up your injuries before they get infected,” Y/N commanded firmly, pointing at the bed she wanted them to sit on. “And, we need to talk. Or, I can talk and you can listen.”

Taehyung moved promptly, though rather leisurely, sitting on the foot of Namjoon’s bed. In consequence, the wolf hybrid sprung out of the way, nearly knocking Y/N over in the process. Gritting her teeth, she waited for Namjoon to sit down on the mattress a few feet from Taehyung with reluctant obedience. He still wouldn’t look at her.

Slipping into injury evaluation mode, Y/N assessed their wounds while trying to remove her emotions with great difficulty in doing so. Both had torn and bruised knuckles; Namjoon had a nasty cut over his right eyebrow and a split lip, Taehyung’s cheekbone and jaw was bruised and it looked like he might have bitten through his lip with his teeth when Namjoon had directed a blow there. Tutting, Y/N got to work by beginning to load up some cotton rounds with disinfectant.

“You two don’t have to be best friends, hell, you don’t even have to like each other. But you cannot get physically violent like that, no matter how you rationalize its justification. It’s not fair to the others that they were forced to break up your fight last night.”

Y/N knelt in front of Namjoon, who was closest to her, taking one of his hands that was gripping his knees and arranging his digits to be splayed over hers, dabbing away caked-on blood with the cotton round as she spoke. His hand was limp in hers, like he had resigned to being touched, and she could finally feel his amber stare on her even as she focused on his injured hand. He didn’t react to the stinging sensation of the disinfectant, even when she moved over to his dominant hand that had the brunt of the damage to the knuckles. She was erring on the side of being especially gentle with her ministrations, considering they were paired with a bit of a scolding.

“What would have happened if they weren’t here? If it was just the three of us, would you have fought until one of you got knocked out or killed? You know I can’t break up a physical altercation between any of you, you’re hybrids. Stronger and faster than me, sharper instincts, and you’re men on top of it all,” Y/N continued, rising from her knees to sit in between the two of them. “I know you’re both more than capable of having a conversation to hash out conflict. The violence was unnecessary, and it really broke my heart to see you two like that.”

The solemn vocalization of her feelings echoed about the room hollowly. She motioned for Taehyung to give her his hands while she saturated another cotton ball with fresh disinfectant. He slid his hand into hers easily, remaining eerily quiet as she cleaned him up. Surprisingly, both hybrids hadn’t made an attempt to respond to her in any way, almost making her feel guilty for even attempting to admonish them in the first place, but she knew she had to put her foot down before things escalated again. There was not a cell in her body that wanted to be patching up wounds inflicted by each other in the near future, and she was making that clear.

Pulling out some Neosporin, Y/N swiftly applied it to both hybrid’s hands, taking a few moments to collect her thoughts. The room was deathly silent, Y/N getting the feeling both of them were holding their breath. Shocked that Namjoon was letting her touch him this much, Y/N let out a ragged sigh, ready to wrap their hands before moving onto their faces.

“Namjoon, could you pass me that roll of gauze, please?” Y/N murmured, squeezing his palm lightly as she dabbed ointment on the knuckle of his right index finger, the most mangled one of all. Clearing his throat, Namjoon rummaged around in the kit, the roll of gauze appearing before her face at once. “Thank you.”

“Y/N… I’m sorry,” Taehyung whispered suddenly, Y/N motions wrapping the gauze around Namjoon’s hand methodically pausing for a moment. “I started it, shoving Namjoon. It spun out of control from there.”

Namjoon’s grip on her hand tightened as he grunted lightly, Y/N peering up at him curiously. There was a deep frown on his face, knowing that Taehyung was taking a bit too much of the blame. She finished wrapping up his hands, turning to Taehyung to do the same. She still had their faces to work on, Y/N clocking the dried blood crusted onto the sharp edge of the Kodiak hybrid’s jawline.

“I shoved him first,” Namjoon muttered, remorse dripping from his tone ever so slightly. Stunned, Y/N gawked at Namjoon through her peripherals while trying her best to steadily wrap Taehyung’s hand, looping the gauze around his thumb and back over his palm.

“Please, just– can you both try to avoid fighting like that? It makes me sad, seeing you two beat up like this. Please promise me you won’t do something like this again. No more violence in this house,” Y/N finished what almost felt like a parental spiel, dropping the gauze in her lap as she got up from her seat between them.

She was met with two pairs of eyes hesitant to lock with her own, and Y/N wondered what some of the others had said to them to get them to such a somber state of mind. Taehyung nodded, looking at his feet, while Namjoon’s ears drooped even further downwards.

“Alright, I’m done scolding. I’ll get some washcloths from the bathroom, fix up your faces,” Y/N brightened her tone a few degrees, spinning on her heel and disappearing into Namjoon’s en suite.

She returned after a couple of short moments, two warm washcloths in her hands as she stood in front of the wolf hybrid. Finally, he looked her in the eyes, his as unreadable as always, Y/N gripping the cloth in her hand before leaning down a bit to scan his face. Sighing sadly, she used her free hand to tuck a couple of fingers under his chin, tilting his face upwards and to the side so she could begin to blot away at the dried blood crusted around his eyebrow. While he definitely grew rigid with her close proximity and touch, Namjoon allowed her to clean up his face gently.

Cupping his jaw with her hand, Y/N dabbed all of the blood off of Namjoon’s brow, cheekbone, and finally his split lower lip as tenderly as she could, all while avoiding getting lost in his turbulent gaze. She tried to work quickly; the silence around her was absolutely deafening, and she was well aware that Namjoon wasn’t exactly keen on receiving physical touch.

“Okay, Namjoon… looks like you’ll just need a bandage over your eyebrow,” Y/N murmured absently, peeling the paper from plastic of a butterfly bandage to apply over the site. No matter what, both hybrid’s injuries would likely disappear within two days with their healing capabilities. “Sit still for me, won’t you?”

Y/N gently requested the latter part of her statement, noting that Namjoon was slightly squirming in his seat, his fluffy silver tail beating against his mattress periodically. He didn’t appear to like obeying orders from her, Y/N able to spot that from his body language a mile away, but did so without an utterance of a complaint. He really must have felt bad about his behavior the previous night.

“I… shouldn’t have said those things to you last night,” Namjoon vocalized out of the blue as she was smoothing the bandage over his brow bone. “I’m… sorry. Uh, hmm. Yeah, I’m sorry. I don’t actually think of you in that, um, way.”

Namjoon spoke as if it was the first time he was tasting a genuine apology on his tongue, the words clunky and awkward in his mouth. Even still, Y/N could detect the sincerity in them, even if it was the most bizarre way she had ever been apologized to. She kept in mind Jimin and Jeongguk’s theories that he hadn’t had much practice in being around sensitive emotions. She wondered if the speculation on his file that he had been a hybrid raised in the wilderness was actually true, based on his difficulty with dealing with certain emotional situations, but brushed it aside for later as she used a clean finger to spread some Neosporin onto his swollen cut lip. She didn’t miss the tiny intake of breath that came from him as her finger traced over the soft flesh.

The apology hung in the air heavily as she figured out how to respond. She’d pretty much forgiven Namjoon already, after his display of contrition and Jeongguk’s speculation that the full moon may have agitated him into volatility. As seconds ticked by and he was left without a reply, Y/N moving away from him to toss the bandage wrapper in the trash by his desk and the bloodied washcloth in the hamper, Namjoon began to fidget uncomfortably again. Humming, she turned back to him, reaching out to graze across his cheek softly. He stilled at the touch, pupils blown wide.

“I know. I forgive you, Namjoon,” Y/N smiled softly as she brushed her thumb over his elegant cheekbone, hoping that this event wouldn’t encourage the wolf hybrid to build up even stronger walls around himself. “Let’s try to put this behind us. Okay?”

Dropping her hand from Namjoon’s face, she turned her attention to Taehyung sitting stoically on the bed, his tongue peeking out from between his lips to try and get rid of some of the crusted-on blood at the corner of his mouth. Using the remaining clean rag, Y/N gingerly washed away the blood around his mouth, the Kodiak hybrid flinching as she passed over the tender, bruised area by his jaw. She quickly mumbled out an apology, using her palm to brush his curls off of his forehead to make sure the area was without injury. There was a small scrape by his hairline, Y/N dabbing away at it with a sigh.

“You got each other pretty good, huh? If we ever have an intruder, I’d actually feel bad for that son of a bitch,” Y/N attempted to lighten the mood, tired of simmering in angst and gloom.

Though neither of them chuckled at her joke, Y/N felt Taehyung’s posture loosen up a bit from beneath her. He didn’t need any bandages on his face, so Y/N expertly disinfected the wounds and finished up with the Neosporin. She ruffled Taehyung’s curls back into their place, giving his shoulder a soft squeeze before packing up the first aid kit.

“I think you’ve put this place back together well enough, you two should eat and take it easy the rest of the day, maybe get some space. Just find me later and I’ll refresh the gauze on your hands,” Y/N slung the strap of the kit over her shoulder, motioning for them to stand and follow her out into the kitchen. When she was patching up Namjoon’s face, she heard his stomach grumbling, and wanted the both of them to have a proper breakfast. “Yoongi made these really yummy pastries, perfect for fall coming up… some kind of hash, as well.”

The mention of pastries seemed too tempting to pass up for Namjoon not to stand from the bed and inch towards the door, Taehyung following close behind. Smiling, Y/N felt them waiting for her as she returned her kit to the closet beneath the stairs. She noticed Namjoon’s ears finally perked up after being flat against his skull for so long, a few shades of color coming back to his complexion. Taehyung remained a touch grim, shuffling beside Y/N silently as they headed for the kitchen.

Only Yoongi remained in the room, Jimin and Seokjin’s plates cleared away as they obviously fled to other parts of the house, perhaps to nap or wash up. The leopard hybrid was busy stacking leftover pastries onto a platter, the kitchen polished to a shine. Stiffly, both Namjoon and Taehyung took seats at the opposite ends of the kitchen; the former perching on a barstool, the Kodiak hybrid sliding into the booth of the breakfast nook.

“There’s still some hash left. Though, I’m not really in the mood to share it with either of you,” Yoongi said as soon as Namjoon sat across from where the leopard hybrid was standing and arranging pastries onto the platter, Y/N snickering lightly.

Now close by Yoongi’s side, Y/N attempted to butter him up a bit so he’d concede and let the other two eat. He peered down at her curiously, the curiosity quickly replaced by suspicion as she batted her eyelashes at him and placed a hand on his forearm. He looked pretty with his hair tied back, displaying several shiny silver hoops dangling from his ears, the tips of which were blushing pink.

“Yoongi, come on, can’t you share a little? You made so much. I want another cinnamon roll, too, anyways,” Y/N pouted, really laying it on thick. She hypothesized Yoongi was pretty easy to convince if teasing was involved, his tail flicking furiously behind him as he stared down at her hard.

“Fine,” Yoongi grumbled, Y/N letting go of his forearm with a satisfied hum. “But I’m not serving them. Get it yourselves.”

Yoongi eyed the other two hybrids in the room with contempt, all while placing the pastry with the most cinnamon and icing on it on a plate, offering it to Y/N promptly. He was too cute, and too sweet, for his own good, she thought.

“Thanks, Yoongi,” Y/N took the plate gratefully, smiling at him brightly as she immediately dove into the pastry.

She remained by his side, as he placed plastic wrap over the leftover pastries, though not before Namjoon was able to swipe one from where he was sitting. The wolf hybrid winced as the split skin of his lower lip stretched to take a bite, Yoongi chuckling lightly and shaking his head.

“Serves you right,” the leopard hybrid muttered, Y/N stepping on his foot as soon as the words left his mouth. In retaliation, his tail flicked back furiously enough to smack the back of her thigh, forcing a muffled squeak out of her mouth stuffed full with pastry.

Taehyung had filled up a plate with hash wordlessly, returning to the breakfast nook to eat by himself. After she was done with her cinnamon roll, Y/N decided to refill Yoongi’s coffee mug for him, ambling over to the coffee bar. She happened to peer out the kitchen slider window, a flash of something colorful outside catching her eye. Startled, she set Yoongi’s mug down, getting closer to the window.

“Oh my gosh! Is that Hoseok?” Y/N exclaimed, spotting the vibrant orange coat of a lean fox scampering around the backyard playfully. Foxes didn’t typically come out during the day time, and Y/N could hardly remember the last time one had visited her backyard.

“Yeah. I think he wanted to blow off some steam. Seokjin should be out there with him too,” Yoongi replied from across the kitchen, putting some condiments back into the refrigerator. “It’s not too often hybrids like to shift more than necessary, it’s more comfortable to be in our human forms. But being in animal form has its uses, mainly to expend any pent-up energy.”

Following Hoseok’s quick movements around the back yard with eager eyes, Y/N could barely keep track of him. Another noise of exclamation came from her as a separate form came into her view– a blue-black jaguar, slinking lazily around the hedges leading further back into the property. The sight was startling, of course, even though she knew it was only Seokjin. A childlike giddiness welled up inside of her as she watched the two hybrids explore the backyard, wondering if it would be alright for her to go outside and take a look at them more closely.

“Why don’t you go out there? Unless you prefer gawking from afar,” Yoongi’s voice echoing her inner thoughts was suddenly much closer to her, taking his refilled mug from the coffee bar with a wry grin.

“Would it be okay? I mean, I don’t want to bother them or anything, if they’re trying to blow off steam,” Y/N questioned, Yoongi looking highly amused.

“I doubt you’d be bothering them. Just make sure you turn around when they shift back, so you don’t get flashed,” Yoongi confirmed, pointing to the lawn chairs with both hybrid’s sets of clothes, folded neatly.

Scandalized, Y/N felt her face become as hot as an iron, though the desire to potentially interact with Seokjin and Hoseok while they were shifted greatly outweighed her embarrassment towards Yoongi’s comment. She could hear Namjoon muttering from his seat several feet away, Y/N yanking the slider door open excitedly before she could stop herself. She knew that Yoongi would be able to handle any bickering between the other two, and definitely nip it in the bud, so she left the three of them in the kitchen without too much worry.

The temperature outside was boiling and only growing hotter, Y/N cursing as she stepped out into the sunlight on the patio. Autumn’s arrival had never been so anticipated by her, especially as she began to perspire as soon as she felt the heat on her skin. She could no longer spot Seokjin, but could see Hoseok, who had paused his energetic sprints around the backyard to stand statue-still, staring at her with his head cocked.

Hoseok was a beautiful fox, his coat a glossy sunset color, his frame athletic and larger than most foxes she had seen before. Even from afar, she could now confidently tell that it was Hoseok, his clever eyes remaining and glowing even in his animal form. All she could think to do was wave, swearing she could hear Yoongi’s laughter from inside of the house, but it was one of the last things on her mind. Before she could even gather her thoughts enough to ask Hoseok to come closer, he did.

Hoseok bounded over to her, a noise of delight tearing from her lips as he sped past her in a flash, circling around her form joyfully while chittering softly. Y/N couldn’t believe she had an opportunity to interact with a fox so closely, Hoseok continuing to dash around her as if to dare her to try and catch him. Giggling, Y/N sunk her knees down into the sweet-scented warm grass, hoping he’d approach her once she lowered herself down. It was strange, to keep in mind that she wasn’t dealing with a wild animal, but with Hoseok, her charming and sunny fox hybrid.

“Hoseok, are you having fun? It’s not too hot out here for you?” Y/N cooed, trying her best to track his movements as he circled closer and closer around her body kneeling in the grass.

Hoseok chirped from behind her, Y/N feeling the bristly brush of his tail against the back of her arm as he got nearer than ever, until he made his final semi-circle to face her more fully. By the way she was sitting, Hoseok’s face was only an inch or so below her chin, Y/N able to count the black whiskers on his snout.

“You’re awfully cute like this, you know?” Y/N couldn’t help but comment, fingers twitching to reach out and scratch under his chin. She found it easy to tease Hoseok when his sharp tongue was unable to quip back, the fox hybrid leaning back on his haunches and staring at her inquisitively.

All at once, Hoseok stretched forward, his body laying down in the grass and his face settling down on Y/N’s knees. Trying not to squeal at the sensation of soft fur of his face brushing her knees as his chin settled in her lap, Y/N froze, her hands hovering mid-air as Hoseok made himself comfortable.

“Oh boy. Cozy, Hoseok?” Y/N chuckled, still refraining from indulging her desire to bury her fingers into Hoseok’s lustrous fur, as difficult as it was. Still, she couldn’t help but ask, at the very least. “Can I touch?”

Of course, Hoseok was unable to answer in his shifted state, but he nuzzled his face further into the bare skin of her thighs, tail swishing behind him languidly. Taking his reaction to her words as a go-ahead, considering he hadn’t yanked himself away, Y/N promptly buried a hand in the silky fur between his ears.

Immediately, she massaged through the fur, lightly scratching Hoseok’s scalp with her fingernails as his eyes slipped shut with the sensation. Like always, she avoided the hybrid’s ears out of consideration for their sensitivity, stroking down from the crown of his head to between his shoulder blades. In her lap, Hoseok had become a boneless heap, enjoying every touch she had to offer, his breath coming out in short pants wafting over the skin of her legs.

She must have hit a sweet spot right behind one of his ears, Hoseok shuddering as his eyes snapped open. Kneading her fingers into the spot a bit more firmly in response, a tiny growl came from the fox, the pink of his tongue flashing before her eyes as he dragged it in a long strip over her thigh. Jolting at the velvety, wet sensation, Y/N’s cheeks were flaming, though she wasn’t exactly surprised that Hoseok was teasing her even while fully shifted into his fox form.

“Cheeky boy,” Y/N muttered, still stroking the soft fur behind his ears as she looked away from him, trying to find Seokjin in the tall grasses and weeds making up the backyard. “Hmm… where’s my Seokjin, huh?”

Mostly talking to herself, her hand slipped away from Hoseok’s crown as he sat up, head turned towards the large tree by the picnic table. Slow blinking at her through his peripherals, Y/N followed his gaze, squinting at the tree a little ways in the distance. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary, the thick branches of the ancient oak tree cloaking the picnic table in ample shade, the vibrant green leaves rustling with the dry breeze. Taking a closer look once Hoseok nudged his nose towards it, Y/N scanned the crooked branches stretching across the sky as she got to her feet to follow Hoseok trotting over to the tree.

“Oh!” Y/N squeaked, finally managing to see what Hoseok was trying to show her. Seokjin had climbed the tree, resting on a particularly thick branch lazily.

One of his arms was dangling off of the branch, Y/N gulped at the razor-sharp claws hanging in front of her face. Hoseok barked out a strange sound close to the word wow, pawing at the tree trunk as Seokjin placidly opened his eyes, peering down at her and the fox hybrid. Her pulse was racing, not being able to get over being near such a large (and usually lethal) cat. In one fell swoop, Seokjin elegantly jumped down from the branch, Y/N stumbling backwards in shock as he landed in front of her. The impact he made with the soft grass was barely audible, Seokjin incredibly light on his feet for his size; considering his stocky build and strong musculature. Trying not to stare at his fangs as Seokjin returned Hoseok’s vocalizations with a hoarse, guttural noise, Y/N watched as Hoseok got in the jaguar’s face and began to screech, as foxes do when engaging in fights.

“Uh oh. Are you two fighting now?” Y/N giggled, Hoseok immediately clamming up and sitting down to stare at her. “Aren’t you best friends, though?”

Seokjin pulled away from Hoseok, stalking towards Y/N. Doing her best to remain still, she allowed Seokjin to approach her without shying away– his copper-penny eyes boring into her intensely. To her great surprise, Seokjin ducked his head, nudging Y/N’s palm and apparently attempting to get her to pet him. A soft exclamation fell from her mouth, her fingertips smoothing over his skull while he leaned up into the touch with a feral purr. She kept repeating in her mind– it was her sweet, gentle Seokjin, the one who held her until she fell asleep the previous night, not a wild jaguar that might take her hand off.

“So pretty,” Y/N breathed, getting a good look at Seokjin’s blue-black coat.

Darker fur along his torso was decorated with rosettes, and his coat was glossy, but Y/N did not miss some of the old scars littering his body, much like the ones she had noticed the day she had adopted him and treated the wound on his side. Biting down on her lip, Y/N focused on scratching behind Seokjin’s ears, him seeming to enjoy it just as much as Hoseok had by the way he was rubbing his face against her thigh. Using her free arm to swipe sweat off of her forehead, Y/N ached to head back into the AC, even being in the shade wasn’t enough to convince her to spend any more time outside. Hoseok began to pant as he sniffed around the oak tree, the heat surely taking a toll on him as well.

“Guys, we should head in. It’s too hot out here to be out for very long, and I’m dying for a popsicle or something. Care to join?” Y/N cupped Seokjin’s face, scratching below his ears soothingly as she spoke. His eyes were shut, turning to putty in her hands.

Hoseok promptly scampered to the patio where he had left his clothes, Y/N trailing after him with Seokjin close behind. The latter seemed a little disappointed that she had to stop petting him in order to follow Hoseok, but he trudged beside her quietly regardless. Reaching the scorching-hot pavingstones of the patio, Y/N heard the slider door yank open, but was too busy staring at the fox and jaguar in front of her. She didn’t think she’d ever get used to being so close to apex predators like that, willing to be pet and doted on.

Her vision cut out as a sinewy hand pressed over her eyes, another gripping her waist as she was pulled into someone’s chest abruptly. Squealing, Y/N grabbed at the wrist keeping her waist in place, the scent of vanilla and mulled spice filling her senses.

“I told you to turn around, or you’d get flashed. Those two are shameless,” Yoongi whispered into her ear, Y/N shivering at the paired sensation of his hair brushing against her neck and his gravelly voice from inches away. Even though she tried to squirm away from the leopard hybrid, his grasp on her was ironclad, keeping her firmly in place with her back against his chest.

“Hey, Yoongi, you’re gonna give the poor girl a heart attack, sneaking up on her like that,” Hoseok’s voice finally rang out in the humid air, Yoongi’s clamp over her eyes only growing firmer.

“Put some pants on, Foxy. Standing there chastising me with your junk out, have a little decency or self respect, at the very least,” Yoongi replied gruffly, Y/N all but melting into his chest with the proximity and the timbre of his voice.

“Oh, like what you see, kitty?” Hoseok shot back over a mouthful of laughter, the sounds of fabric sliding over flesh from a few feet away heightened with one of her senses robbed from her.

“You never seem to run out of shit to say, huh?” Yoongi griped, his pinky finger threading through one of the belt loops in her denim shorts. For some reason, the action felt incredibly intimate. “Your fly is down, Seokjin.”

All at once, Yoongi’s hand dropped from her face, Y/N blinking rapidly as bright sunlight burned her eyes once her sight was returned to her. Yoongi maintained his grip on her waist almost possessively, and she knew the sweat rolling down the back of her neck suddenly had nothing to do with the heat outside.

As her eyes focused, she caught Seokjin tugging up the zipper on his jeans, his broad shoulders straining against the white tee shirt he’d shrugged on haphazardly. Gulping, she averted her stare as Hoseok clomped over to her with his plastic slides slapping the paving stone patio, cocking his head to look at her inquiringly.

“How did the scolding go? Tail between their legs? Not that Taehyung has much of a tail, in the first place,” he asked dryly, the expanse of his dewy golden skin exposed by a flimsy muscle tee (that he must have picked up at the mall) catching sunlight and dazzling her.

“Foxy,” Yoongi’s tone had a warning edge to it, his hand finally retreating from Y/N’s waist as he pulled the slider door back open, a rush of cool air flooding out into the patio space. “Shut it, already.”

“Yoongi, honey, it’s alright… everyone deserves to be filled in,” Y/N insisted, motioning for both him and Hoseok to head into the house before her, Yoongi’s tail going ramrod straight at the sound of his name being called. “Everything went smoothly in my opinion, Hoseok. I’m hoping that this incident won’t be repeated, I can’t bear the thought of seeing any of you hurt like that again.”

“You’re being mushy, again, silly girl,” Yoongi chortled between words in front of her, Y/N noting that both Namjoon and Taehyung had vacated the kitchen.

Muttering under her breath over Yoongi’s incessant need to poke fun at her, she shut the door behind Seokjin, who was smiling at her so kindly that she thought she’d fall over at the way his full lips tugged into the saccharine shape. It was difficult to grasp just how breathtakingly beautiful Seokjin truly was without even trying, donning such a simple outfit and nearly dripping with sweat. She had to tear her eyes from him promptly in order not to dwell on that fact for too long.

“Yeah, yeah, okay, so I’m a sap, whatever! Anyways, thank you guys for everything last night… helping with the cleanup after the cookout, intervening during the incident– all of it,” Y/N passed a forearm over her dewy forehead, mind on peeling wallpaper off of the second floor hallways– when she was upstairs earlier, she realized the paper had pulled from the walls in large sheets due to the recent heatwave, even with the new AC system pumping through the house.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re overly forgiving?” Hoseok poked Y/N in the shoulder as he leaned over the island they had congregated at, a devilish grin revealing his sharpened incisors. “No, wait. Alice said you’re ‘known to be too trusting’, if I remember her words correctly from that phone call you had last week.”

“H-hoseok!” Y/N squeaked, her face coloring with mortification. Simply shrugging, Hoseok traced patterns into the granite of the island countertop, as if he hadn’t said anything at all. “Al–”

“Hoseok, didn’t you want to show me how to use the sauna? Quit the wiseass act, for once,” Seokjin vocalized abruptly, his fingertip and thumb tugging at Hoseok’s russet ear sharply. At the contact, Hoseok braced himself on the granite with a swiftly masked dark grimace, springing into action.

“You’re lost without me, Jinnie,” Hoseok choked, his hands trying to grasp at Seokjin’s tail as the jaguar hybrid lured him out of the kitchen and in the direction to the basement. “Hey! Where’d you learn the word ‘wiseass’, anyway? I didn’t teach you that!”

As Hoseok’s voice faded, Y/N was left staring at Yoongi’s silhouette illuminated by the fridge light as he rummaged around in the drawers, his ears fluttering with each subtle move she made rounding the counter as she reached his side. The leopard hybrid was silent until he happened upon what he was looking for; sending a smirk over his shoulder at Y/N.

“Here, have a drink. Hot out there, huh?” Yoongi tossed Y/N a bottle of electrolyte water, which she miraculously caught mid-air. Uncapping it, she took several greedy swigs, narrowing her eyes at the leopard hybrid’s smug expression.

“You know? You’re a real wiseass yourself, Yoongi,” Y/N accused, just about fed up with his borderline flirtatious banter. “Come on, let’s watch a movie or something… I’ll put on something boring, so you can take a nap. You’ve been up pretty much all night, regardless of what you told me this morning.”

Yoongi watched her carefully as she finished her drink, even allowing her to tow him along to the parlor entrance from the kitchen with her hand wrapped around his dainty wrist. Supposing she could save the wallpaper-peeling endeavor for the next day, perhaps when it wasn’t so hot, she decided to spend some personal time with the hybrids after the chaotic day before, Y/N felt Yoongi’s tail occasionally curl around the back of her knee as she dragged him to the parlor. She was pleased to discover Jimin occupying the room already, freshly showered and perky, poised in the leather recliner as they entered the room, a Star Wars movie playing on cable. It was clear that Jimin didn’t know how to fully operate the TV and remote control yet; distinct confusion painted all over his features.

“Jimin, sweetheart, want to watch something else? If this isn’t up your alley, let’s change it!” Y/N declared, swiping the remote from the coffee table once situating a limp Yoongi against one of the couch armrests. The leopard hybrid was pretty much half asleep by the time she had towed him into the parlor room, much to her delight– he was adorable when he was sleepy.

“Ah, I hate to be a bother, Y/N,” Jimin murmured, barely above a whisper to accommodate Yoongi’s clear drowsiness. His sandy ears remained alert, his expression clear, leading Y/N to believe he may have gotten a decent night’s sleep even after the events of the previous night.

“Shh, Jimin, you’ll never be a bother,” Y/N assured speedily, flicking through her digital movie stash in search of something that may intrigue the coyote hybrid; and after a few moments she spotted something that could potentially spark his interest (not to mention, potentially bore Yoongi to unconsciousness). “Oh! I think you might enjoy this– Casablanca. Old Hollywood, with its charms and all!”

Jimin leaned forward on his seat, eager butterscotch eyes roaming over the film’s description. She had kept in mind his taste in literature– Joan Didion’s ode to some of the gripes of Hollywood in Play It as It Lays– and ran with it. While the film wasn’t necessarily similar to the book he had brought with him from Montana, it was Old Hollywood, and Jimin struck her as someone who preferred a classic to a flashy space movie. As per usual, Jimin’s emotions were easy to read, and he was obviously curious.

“Looks entertaining, Y/N. I’ll gladly watch it with you,” Jimin shot her his award-winning smile, Y/N hardly able to press play with the reception of the gesture. The added fact that he had finally dropped the “Miss” from her name had her heart racing, to boot.

The film began to roll fuzzily on the flatscreen, furthering Yoongi’s relaxation into the couch cushions. Y/N took it upon herself to spread a knitted throw over the leopard hybrid, hoping that the action would convey her deep gratitude for talking to Taehyung the night before. Whatever he had said, clearly it had worked some magic in calming the Kodiak hybrid down.

It was incredibly peaceful; enjoying an old movie, with a drowsy Yoongi several inches away from her on the couch, and Jimin’s insightful commentary on the film itself every once and a while. Staying with the two of them for the time being, Y/N felt her stress surrounding the others, the house renovations, and the possibility of additional physical fights between the hybrids melt away.

Yoongi began to stir in his drowsy state beside her, low rumbling purrs coming from his chest as he maneuvered himself closer to Y/N. Unceremoniously, Yoongi curled onto his side and dropped his body down heavily, his head landing in Y/N’s lap as he pulled the blanket closer around himself. Jolting in surprise, Y/N let out an amused snort in response, Yoongi’s ear fluttering sluggishly with his eyes shut. Glancing at Jimin sideways, the coyote hybrid thoroughly invested in the film and seemingly paying no mind to her nor Yoongi, Y/N began to gently card her fingers through Yoongi’s hair, the inky strands slipping through her fingers like rivulets of water.

A deep, satisfied sigh deflated his chest slowly and rounded out in a purr, apparently enjoying the sensation, Y/N tucking a lock behind the shell of his human ear and stroking the long strands by the nape of his neck. Ever since Yoongi had scented her, he had grown increasingly clingy and almost affectionate, which was something she didn’t entirely mind at all, if she was being honest with herself. It was almost like in another life, or in another existence entirely, she and Yoongi had been in this position before, had brushed each other’s lives in some way.

Continuing to fiddle with the leopard hybrid’s hair while he fell into a deep sleep on her lap, Y/N returned her attention back to the film and the occasional exchanged comments with Jimin. She was able to fish her phone out of her pocket without disturbing Yoongi, filling an online shopping cart with seven different guidebooks for each hybrid she had adopted.

Y/N had the feeling that she’d have extra time to read the books while she was at work the following week, considering foot traffic would be light with the end of the summer season. Not to mention, she wasn’t giving tarot or psychic readings, so she knew that there would be a few hours where she’d have nothing to do but sit on a stool behind the counter– in her mind, a good way to spend it would be educating herself on her hybrids. Once the order was placed, she relaxed deeper into the couch, lightly massaging Yoongi’s scalp as the movie rolled on.

The rest of Saturday passed slowly like honey dripping from a wooden dipper; consisting of lazy movie marathons with Jimin, napping Yoongi, and later Hoseok and Seokjin– all while trying to beat the heat with popsicles, and ordering sushi for dinner instead of having to cook. Booze began to flow around 5 o’clock, Hoseok making some kind of tequila concoction with crushed ice and lime for everyone, which finally roused Yoongi out of his sleep and off of Y/N’s lap, puffiness filling out his cheeks. Once he had moved off of her, she made her rounds to respective bedrooms, writing down sushi orders from Jeongguk (who had also just woken up from his nap with sleep wrinkles on his cheek), Namjoon, and Taehyung– the task akin to pulling teeth with the latter two.

When the food arrived, by some miracle all seven hybrids joined her in the parlor to eat, even though Namjoon and Taehyung were carefully avoided by the others throughout the meal. The two that had fought took seats far from each other; Namjoon on the window seat a little ways away from the TV, Taehyung on a chair further back in the room by the entrance to the kitchen. Thankfully, not a single word was uttered by anyone surrounding the fight or the presence of the Kodiak and wolf hybrids, everyone’s full attention on the continuation of the New Girl binge they were in the middle of.

The only thing that seemed a little off to Y/N was Hoseok’s behavior, even though he tried his best to put on his most beguiling smile as he mixed up cocktails, he seemed on edge compared to earlier on in the day. Most interestingly, Y/N could tell it wasn’t due to Namjoon’s presence for once, as the fox hybrid appeared less frightened and more agitated, so she kept a particular eye on him as he absently picked his way through a California roll. He didn’t even poke fun at Seokjin like he normally did, even when the jaguar hybrid had opened up a soy sauce packet in a way that had it exploding all over the front of his tee shirt, deepening her concern.

After a couple of hours of watching the show and snacking on the Japanese takeout, Hoseok abruptly excused himself, making a beeline for the basement. Frowning, Y/N looked to Seokjin, who had been sitting on the floor in front of her feet, his head tilted backwards to make eye contact with her.

“What’s up with him? Do you know?” Y/N whispered into Seokjin’s nearest rounded ear, which twitched rapidly at the action, the jaguar hybrid’s eyes narrowing in the direction of the hallway to the foyer and basement.

“Yeah, I have a hunch. Maybe you should check on him,” a slight knowing edge was mingling with Seokjin’s melodic tone, causing Y/N to ease herself off of the couch. Tequila was fuzzying the edges of her sight, but she was still able to step her way around Seokjin after giving him an appreciative hair ruffle, ambling in the direction of the basement.

Deep down in her gut, Y/N had a minute clue as to what Seokjin was alluding to when she had questioned him. Hoseok was one of the last to scent her, along with Jimin, both of whom she was monitoring subtly for any symptoms of refraining from doing so. Hoseok’s fidgety, strange conduct during dinner certainly strengthened her suspicions, though it was his particular clingy mannerisms in fox form earlier in the day that had set off certain alarm bells in her head.

Still hearing quiet mumbling mingling with TV audio as she wrenched open the door to the basement, Y/N thought it best to shut it behind her once she was descending the steps and if her suspicions were confirmed. She didn’t think she’d ever get used to hybrid scenting rituals, anticipation flooding through her bloodstream as she tiptoed down the stairs.

The metal sound of dumbbells clanking together bounced around the bare acoustics of the basement almost immediately once Y/N reached the bottom step. It was a pipe dream to believe Hoseok had gotten true rest since the night before the cookout considering this wolf phobia, the excess of exercise Hoseok was performing was indicative of something deeper, clearly.

Coming into view of the gym space thanks to the mirrored wall, Y/N caught Hoseok performing aggressive overhead presses, his back turned to her and impressively heavy dumbbells grasped in his fists. Hoseok was nearly dripping with sweat, the amount of it not enough to chalk it up to his five minutes in the gym, his complexion in the mirror blotchy as he repeated a lifting motion over and over again. Still in his dampened muscle tee and sweat shorts, Hoseok’s chest heaved as he exercised, even though he knew she was standing behind him. She could tell by the way his posture locked up, his tail grew rigid, and his nostrils began to flare.

“Hoseok,” Y/N began, the fox hybrid promptly ignoring her and continuing his reps with renewed vigor. “Hoseok, stop. You’re gonna strain a muscle, you’ve been active all day.”

Y/N laced her words with heavy implication, knowing that clever Hoseok would undoubtedly catch onto the unsaid. Still, he refused to put down the dumbbells, staring at his own reflection in the mirror stormily. Hissing, Y/N marched up to his side, glaring at the fox hybrid’s stubborn side profile, tangible waves of body heat coming off of him like a furnace. Wondering why Hoseok was so reluctant to scent her, his attempts to abstain from the act so painfully apparent it puzzled Y/N to no end. Hoseok was one of the hybrids who warmed up to her the quickest, and usually didn’t shy away from physical contact, so the behavior was bizarre to say the least.

“Hoseok. Are you ignoring me? You look like you’re going to pass out, would you please put the weights down and look at me?” Y/N raised her voice a decibel or two, Hoseok’s jaw clenching and unclenching as a prominent vein appeared on his forehead. “Fucksake, Hoseok–”

Growling, Hoseok finally slammed the dumbbells back onto the metal rack, spinning on his heel to stare down at her with a cocked eyebrow. There was danger written all across his features, in a way that Y/N had never considered Hoseok could possess, sending a shiver down her spine as his darkened eyes swept over her face. His chest was heaving, taking two big steps towards Y/N, making her back up in consequence as her heart began to race.

“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to swear at you, I was just worried because you look so–”

“Look so what?” Hoseok cut her off sharply, backing her up until her ass made contact with the seat of the stationary bike, and there was nowhere left to go. “What do I look like?”

“Um! You’re just flushed, you don’t look bad or anything, I mean– I don’t think you could look bad–”

“You’re always talking yourself into a corner, darling, and look where it's gotten you this time,” Hoseok interrupted her babbling again, using one of his sneaker-clad feet to lightly kick between her ankles and widen her stance, Y/N slamming her mouth shut in response. “I’ll stop you there, before you dig yourself into a deeper hole.”

“You– and you’re always t-teasing me!” Y/N accused weakly, her words getting caught in her throat when Hoseok wrapped his hands around her waist firmly enough to have her wincing, finding herself plucked off of the floor and being placed onto the seat of the stationary bike.

Now eye-level with the fox hybrid, she gawked at him with wide, startled eyes, following the bead of sweat running down his temple and coasting down the side of his face. His hands remained on her waist, with enough force to likely bruise, Hoseok more worked up than she thought. Distantly, she cursed Seokjin inwardly for not giving her more of a warning surrounding the fox hybrid’s state, but as Hoseok’s tongue peaked out from between his lips to dampen the flesh, most coherent thought fled from her mind.

“I’ve told you before. You make it too easy for me,” Hoseok replied, his usually bright tone replaced with something darker, more predatory.

All Y/N could do was stare at him, effectively pinned to the seat with his vice like grip on her waist and his dangerously brilliant eyes boring into her like he could see through her skin. They swept over her throat, his Adam's apple bobbing as he let go of one side of her waist to drag a fingertip up and over her clavicle, tapping his index finger against her thrumming pulse. Shuddering, her eyelids slipped shut as her breath began to come out in small pants, Hoseok chuckling lowly at her reaction to his touch. She felt pathetic, basically turned into a puddle already and he hadn’t even gotten close enough to bite her.

His index finger trailed upwards to crook under her chin, his thumb resting beneath her lower lip, tilting her head up and to the side a bit. A small groan spilled from Hoseok’s lips as her throat became more exposed to him, her scent undoubtedly filling his senses powerfully. Squirming in her seat, Hoseok’s grip on her waist loosened, the hand traveling to the back of her head as he took a fistful of her hair. He wasn’t being gentle by any means, his fingernails digging into her scalp as he threaded strands through his digits, pulling her closer to his face as she finally opened her eyes.

Hoseok was but a breath away from her, Y/N finding herself focusing on the freckle kissing his cupid’s bow, his eyes lidded as he stepped impossibly closer, slotting himself between her legs and dipping his face down to nuzzle at her jawbone. Eyes rolling back in her skull at the sensation of his lips ghosting over her jaw, Y/N bit back a whimper, her hands finding purchase on his bare biceps, his skin slightly slippery and feverish with perspiration.

“Hoseok…” Y/N whispered, sensing that he was stalling a little bit, taking deep breaths through his nose while tucked into the crook of her neck as his ears twitched at the sound of his name.

“What, are you eager or something?” Hoseok returned coolly, lifting his head to speak into her ear directly. His breath ghosting over the sensitive area had her practically clawing at his skin. “Patience, my darling.”

The dulcet tone of his voice caused the whimper to finally tumble from her lips, Hoseok grinning against the shell of her ear before she felt the sharpened points of his incisors nip roughly at her earlobe. The action had her pressing closer to Hoseok, her chest flush with his as her hands fumbled to the back of his tank top, gripping the dampened fabric as an anchor. With the implications of the fox hybrid’s words, she no longer held any doubts that all of the hybrids were aware just how much she enjoyed when they scented her, the realization both humiliating and exciting once it dawned on her.

“Oh? Are you embarrassed? Worried that the others upstairs will hear you?” Hoseok murmured into her ear, hand dropping from her jaw to press against her lower back, the force of the touch making her spine arch harder into Hoseok’s chest. “Doesn’t matter anyways…”

Feeling Hoseok’s heart racing as he pressed himself against her, Y/N began to shake in response to his tone and shamelessness, using her thighs to squeeze Hoseok’s hips in an attempt to get him to hurry up and bite her already. Sighing deeply, Hoseok nudged the tip of his nose against the corner of her jaw, his soft lips finding the tender spot beneath her earlobe and planting a featherlight kiss there. Y/N knew then, Hoseok was unabashedly trying to rile her up; this was a new side to the fox hybrid Y/N had no idea about– rough, wild, domineering.

The kiss was immediately followed by the fox hybrid finally baring his teeth and sinking them into the same spot he planted his lips seconds prior, the razor-sharp sting of his incisors tearing into her flesh with borderline reckless abandon. Too startled by the blinding pain to make a noise, Y/N’s mouth dropped open in a silent scream as she felt thin streams of her blood running down the side of her neck. Growing entirely limp, her body weakly slumped against Hoseok’s firm chest, the pain of the bite fading more slowly than any of her previous ones, perhaps because of the harsh way he had torn into the skin, his hand on the back of her head still yanking at strands with force.

“A-ah, ouch, Hos-seok,” Y/N sobbed lightly, gliding shaky hands up to Hoseok’s shoulders for purchase, the fox hybrid groaning softly into her neck as her fingernails clawed at his deltoids. As the throbbing began to slip away, the fogginess of pleasure that came with the bite overtook everything– the combination of the two sensations almost too much to bear.

Pulling his teeth from the wound, Hoseok adjusted her in his arms by using a forearm to curl securely around her lower back, hand tangled in her hair moving to stroke the back of her head more tenderly. A couple of involuntary tears slipped down her cheeks in response to the overwhelming sensations washing over her; eyes rolling to the back of her skull when she felt Hoseok drag his tongue in fat strips from the base of her clavicle to just over the bite by the curve of her jaw, collecting the thin trails of blood that had dribbled from the wound.

Y/N was hardly aware of the low whines she was letting out as Hoseok held her more gently, paying almost reverent attention to cleaning up the area he had bloodied. He was supporting most of her weight in the process, Y/N winding her arms around his neck loosely to keep herself somewhat upright as he once again pressed a soft kiss over his mark. She blearily eyed the crescent-shaped divots she had created on the skin of his shoulder, a delirious scenting-addled brain remarking that she, too, had claimed him in some way. While Hoseok had been quite rough with her, she didn’t really mind, especially because all tension had drained from his body since, and he was now holding her so tightly.

“Sorry about the pain, I think I picked a tender spot…” Hoseok suddenly murmured into her neck, moving his arms so he could hug around her waist, hooking his chin over her shoulder. Finally, she could drop her head down into the crook of his neck, still feeling the loopiness of the bite. “I waited too long, lost control a little bit.”

Hoseok drew soothing patterns on her back as he embraced her, warmth spreading through Y/N as she nuzzled into him. His scent was comforting, and she was honestly relieved that he had finally calmed down from his incessant bouncing off the walls, but all at once she was exhausted.

“Do you need to sit here for a bit? Or do you want me to carry you upstairs?” Hoseok spoke again after several beats, piece by piece of Y/N’s intelligence coming back to her as the fog cleared from her head. “We should probably get you a glass of water, you bled a bit and it's so hot outside… I’m surprised Yoongi or Jin haven’t come down here to fight me yet.”

“No more fighting,” Y/N weakly choked into Hoseok’s warm skin, lifting her heavy head up a few inches to speak more coherently. “I s-swear, you’re all going to be the death of me, b-between the scenting, teasing, and the angst.”

Hoseok heartily laughed at her stuttered sentiments, pressing his fingertips into the tender muscles of her back as he held her. She realized she never answered Hoseok’s first two inquiries, blinking kittenishly at the fox hybrid as he studied her face calmly. The warmth and friendliness to his features had returned.

“You don’t have to carry me, we can just go up together. I should bid everyone goodnight, anyways– it’s about time I attempt to get my sleep schedule under control before I head off to work Monday morning,” Y/N managed to articulate clearly, secretly praying for a peaceful Sunday before driving Seokjin and Namjoon to the city for the book club and then herself to a nearby suburb to pick up her shift at Judy’s metaphysical shop come Monday.

Making a move to stand up from her seat on the exercise bike, Hoseok inched away as she lowered her feet to the ground, his proximity still quite staggering as she tried to un-pin herself from his body against the bike. As he processed her words and movements, Hoseok shook out his limbs, stepping aside so she could move freely once more. Though, she couldn’t get very far without his sturdy hand slipping against her’s, intertwining his fingers securely around her own and their arms interlocking in an almost serpentine way.

“I forgot about you starting work on Monday,” Hoseok remarked, and Y/N could have sworn she caught Hoseok faintly pouting, but nonchalantly let him lead her still slightly slackened body to the stairs.

His hand clasped in her’s was rough, but warm and steady. He parted with her momentarily and dashed into his bedroom, softly ordering her to put on his hoodie as she quivered by the stairs waiting for him. With her brain less rational than usual, she slipped the woodsy smelling hoodie over her head without a word, Hoseok’s hand entangling with her’s once more as soon as it was draped over her body.

“Jinnie told me he’s going with you, you’re dropping him off at the library with the godforsaken wolf.”

Sucking in a lungful of careful breath, Y/N nodded to the best of her ability as the pair of them clambered up the stairs at snail's speed. With Hoseok’s immediate drop back into his sharp-witted persona, Y/N was left a touch whiplashed. How had he gone from dangerous desperation to happy-go-lucky in a matter of minutes? “I’m afraid my mother has roped Seokjin into the extracurricular, if you will. Though, you’re all more than welcome to join the bookclub… my mom would love it of course, and it gives you a chance to get out of the house,” Y/N noted, slightly lamenting the fact that her hybrids didn’t have many opportunities to engage with much of society due to their limited rights.

“I’m not really into books in that way. Don’t get me wrong, I read, but I can’t picture myself dissecting thematic overtones in the same room as that wolf. Besides, I’d rather bother Yoongi all day. He’s funny when he’s agitated,” Hoseok held the door to the basement open for her while he responded, tugging her hand as they both cleared the last step into the foyer.

“Well, just don’t push his buttons too much. He’s skilled with a knife, you know,” Y/N giggled, nudging his hip with her own as they made it into the kitchen. With a snort, Hoseok released her hand, retrieving a pitcher of water from the fridge and pouring her and himself a large glass. “I’m going to scour the internet, see if I can find other clubs or activities for hybrids in the area, maybe there will be something that interests you. That way you don’t have to be cooped up here all the time!” “Ha, like a hybrid summer camp or something?” Hoseok pondered, a playful lilt to his voice. Contrary to his words, Y/N knew Hoseok was interested in pursuing new hobbies, he’d had let it slip during their chat earlier that morning.

“No, not a summer camp, silly. There’s a recreation center not so far from here, they might have sports teams or art classes…”

“You should see if there’s a ghostbusting club for the elk,” Hoseok slid Y/N her glass of water, a smug look on his face as he registered the unmoved reaction from her towards his jab at Jeongguk. “Come on, it was a little funny. Don’t tell me you’re already smitten with him.”

“Hoseok, I swear,” Y/N groaned, taking her water and moving towards the entrance to the parlor. She could catch a glimpse of Taehyung from where she was standing, still curled up in the chair by the window and fiddling with the hem of his blue flannel as he watched the TV from afar. “One of these days you’ll meet your match, and then you’ll have to hold your tongue.”

The fox hybrid’s melodic chuckles were dampened in volume compared to the chatter and volume from the television, the rest of the hybrids still in their spots around the parlor as if she and Hoseok never even left. She wanted to bid them all a good night, hoping to get into bed before 11 PM, so she began with Taehyung, reaching into her pocket for the roll of gauze she had tucked in there earlier to change out the old bandages. Hoseok returned to his seat on the floor beside Seokjin, carefully avoiding the Kodiak hybrid as Y/N knelt before him to replace the gauze.

“Can I see your hands?” Y/N murmured quietly, holding her palms out expectantly as she snagged Taehyung’s attention.

His garnet eyes softened as he stared at her knelt form on the floor, leaning forward and immediately resting his large hands in hers, the movement carrying his strong sandalwood scent with it. The weight of his hands was solid and unyielding, Y/N immediately removing the old bandages from that morning and inspecting his knuckles. To her great surprise, the wounds already appeared to be half-healed, mostly scabbed over and bruised at that point. Still, she preferred to wrap them so he wouldn’t snag the scabs on his sheets when he went to bed, swiftly wrapping his hands up and giving his fingers a light squeeze.

“Alright, you should be good after this! I forgot you guys heal so quickly,” Y/N grinned at Taehyung, appearing quite thoughtful as she began to pull her hands away. “I wanted to say goodnight, too. I have to start heading to bed a bit earlier so I can get up for work on Monday without an issue.”

Taehyung’s ears fluttered, eyes taking in every inch of her face as she spoke. He had an air of unease about him, Y/N figuring that he was still thinking about the events that had unfolded the night before, possibly trying to scan her face for any hint of fear towards him that might still be lingering. Really, she wasn’t afraid of Taehyung, even after learning the dark secret he had been keeping from everybody and the fist fight that occurred between him and Namjoon. Deep down, she knew that Taehyung had probably agonized over harboring a secret so damning, and it wasn’t like he plotted the murder… he had been metaphorically cornered, forced to choose between life and death. Whether that was naive or not, that was yet to be seen.

“Goodnight,” Taehyung’s deep, mellow voice drew her out of her thoughts, her eyes locking with his once more and away from his wrapped knuckles. “I hope you sleep well…”

He was much, much closer to her face now, one of his hands moving out of her grip to cup her cheek swiftly before getting nearer than ever, planting a firm, resolute kiss between her eyebrows, the action so unexpected it had Y/N’s jaw hanging loosely. Blinking stupidly, Y/N put a hand over the spot his warm lips had stamped affection over, slowly rising to her feet. Taehyung’s eyes were focused back onto the television, leaving her to trudge away in a bit of a stun.

Snapping out of it the best she could, she made her rounds to each hybrid clumped on and around the couch, Seokjin making grabby hands for one of her palms and squeezing it tight with a disappointed look in his eyes that she was retiring early. Jeongguk grunted in response to her bidding goodnight with blood sliding down his cheekbones from his shedding velvet, smirking up at her as she bashfully recovered from both Yoongi and Hoseok hooking arms around her legs from the floor in a sort of joint-hug. Man, they were all getting clingy– and her poor heart could hardly take it. After smoothing her hand over Jimin’s shoulder and exchanging a set of ‘sweet dreams’, Y/N eyed the window seat Namjoon had been sitting on, now vacated. Perhaps he decided to hit the hay early, too, but she still wished that he’d said goodnight to her.

She exited the parlor, grinning as she heard the TV decrease in volume as Hoseok turned it down a little, making her way through the dimly lit foyer with her cheeks warm. Hardly paying attention to where she was going, her thoughts surrounding her regret that she’d have to sleep alone in her bed that night, Y/N let out a squeak once she realized there was somebody standing in the hallway leading to her bedroom.

Shifting awkwardly from one foot to another, hands stuffed into the pockets of his gray sweatpants, was Namjoon, his ears flickering at the sounds of her footsteps creaking against the rickety floorboards. In the moonlight, his eyes still glowed amber, and his presence had a shiver dancing along the ridges of her spine. Approaching slowly, Y/N prayed he didn’t sense her minor apprehension in doing so.

“Can I have a word?” Namjoon broke the heavy silence as soon as she got close enough for him to murmur, Y/N nodding slightly as moonbeams from the skylight made the silver strands of his hair practically sparkle. He was almost otherworldly. “About last night…”

“Oh, uh, is something still on your mind? I suppose I haven’t really talked to you much today…” Y/N managed to choke out, dreading what he was about to bring up. There was a chance he’d be looking to argue with her again, which was the last thing she wanted on her mind before she went to bed.

“It’s not about the fight,” Namjoon quickly interjected, the lightest peachy flush dusting the tips of his human ears as he looked away from her. Temporarily relieved, she waited for him to get to the point, composing his face into a more serious expression while he assembled his thoughts. “It’s about your mother.”

Blinking, Y/N felt ice flood through her veins, wondering just how many times Namjoon could take her completely by surprise like that. Apparently sensing the dread coursing through her, Namjoon pulled his eyebrows together, stepping closer into her proximity. His scent, a manly musk mingling with floral honey, infiltrated her senses with the movement, and oddly brought her comfort immediately.

“Ah, don’t worry, please. I pulled a few Tarot cards from her last night, and wanted to discuss it with you… before everything else went down,” Namjoon remarked quietly, tilting his head down in an attempt to catch her eyes.

Moving to bury her hands in Hoseok’s hoodie pocket, her fingers brushed the little roll of gauze within the fabric, avoiding eye contact with Namjoon cowardly. She still had to swap out his bandages.

“Even when I told her not to do any more readings on you guys after Tae, she still did…” Y/N muttered, bitterness flooding her taste buds. “Did she tell you that you were going to die in seven days, or something?”

Namjoon seemed to choke on his intake of breath, Y/N finally meeting his eyes as she watched him try to mask the shocked amusement wash over him.

“N-no, I should hope not!” Namjoon breathed, removing his hands from his pockets to rub at the bare skin of his arms, as if a chill washed over him. Cute. “Seriously, though. I need to talk to you, can you come in for a minute?”

Namjoon jerked his head backwards to his bedroom door, the room filled with dusty lamplight and smelling like essential oil floor cleaner. Chewing her lip, Y/N followed the wolf hybrid into the room. He shut the door almost completely behind her, clearing his throat and pointing to his desk chair.

“Here, sit. I managed to take a few notes about what I pulled, before…” clearing his throat again, Namjoon ushered Y/N over to his chair, which she lowered herself onto while he leaned one hip against the desk to look down at her. “Anyways, take a look.”

The Magician - Apparently representing the querent; myself. Change in a situation or an environment needs to be brought about through a certain skill set (I?) possess… Spiritual development. Concentration is needed.

The Eight of Cups - My interpretation of this is seeking out higher spiritual power with the risk of abandoning material or previous efforts or successes/abandoning what one already has. Turning your back on something important, forgetting someone or something…

The Nine of Swords - Impending disaster, unavoidable fate. Whatever the disaster may be, nothing can be moved past until it is dealt with.

Namjoon’s handwriting, as beautiful as ever, curled across the weathered parchment in smudged indigo ink, the page littered in smaller notes she couldn’t quite read and a series of arrows and underlining. Another tiny clue into who Namjoon was fell into place in her mind– apparently, he knew enough about Tarot to grasp the meanings of each card, and she could feel him inspecting her from his perch on his desk as she looked over his notes.

“So? What do you think?” Namjoon vocalized after a few moments, taking his notes from her gently. Y/N noticed the wrappings on his hands had some of his blood seeping through, making her frown.

“Huh? Oh, you want my thoughts on the cards?” Namjoon nodded in response to her breathy inquiry, his bitten ear twitching as she scooted the desk chair closer to him, in order to get a better look at his notes once more. “I’m a bit rusty with Tarot, Namjoon.”

“That’s okay. I’m sure you remember more than you think you do,” Namjoon insisted eagerly, his desire for any kind of information from her etched across his features and laced in his tone. Humming, Y/N scanned the notes again– she might as well give it her best shot, for his sake.

“Hmm. So… I think you’re correct in guessing that you’re represented by The Magician, part of the Major Arcana. The other two cards you pulled aren’t particularly positive cards, especially The Nine of Swords. The suit of Swords typically indicates a sort of intellectual challenge to overcome, whereas the suit of Cups alludes to a spiritual challenge. I’m not sure what your beliefs are, Namjoon, but to me… these cards suggest that there is some sort of spiritual trial you’ll have to face, something that you’ll have to use your knowledge and experience to overcome,” Y/N began deliberately, eyes on the ceiling as if to summon some of her Tarot knowledge back into her brain.

“This obstacle you’ll have to face might bring you a great deal of anxiety, and you may become so wrapped up in fixing it that you forget to check in with reality from time to time. The fact that you came up as The Magician is a comfort; whatever you may face I’m confident you’ll be able to handle it and come away with even more experience than ever before,” She concluded, feeling a little badly she couldn’t give a better analysis. Sixteen-year-old Y/N could have given him a thirty minute in-depth reading with enthusiasm.

Namjoon seemed to be in deep concentration, lips pursed as he stared at the piece of parchment as if it was going to start speaking to him. A small, amused smile stretched across her face as she waited for her words to sink in, tapping her pointer finger on his knee in front of her to get his attention. It certainly did the job, Namjoon staring at her like she had grown a second head at once. Snorting, she fished the gauze out of Hoseok’s hoodie pocket, reaching out expectantly for his hands.

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” Namjoon muttered, though he put down the parchment and stretched out his hands either way.

“Indulge me,” Y/N whispered, cradling his palm in front of her face so she could gingerly peel the soiled gauze off of his knuckles. He hissed, whether in response to the gauze sticking to his wounds or her words.

His knuckles hadn’t quite scabbed over like Taehyung’s had yet, but Y/N supposed he took a few more harsh swings than the Kodiak hybrid had. Brushing her thumb over his skin tenderly, she held her breath as she re-wrapped his hands, waiting for him to say something, anything at all.

“Did I provide you with any useful insight, or were those theories you’ve already considered?” Y/N finally prompted, placing his hands back down on his lap. This time, he seemed reluctant to lose contact with her, as his left ring finger dragged along her palm more slowly than it should have.

“You’ve definitely confirmed a few things for me, thank you,” Namjoon replied, easing himself off of his desk and shaking out his tail he was sitting on. “I don’t know if I should tell you this, because I know you’re going to bed…”

Freezing her movements in rising from his desk chair, Y/N gawked at the wolf hybrid’s cryptic expression. What now?

“Well, now you have to tell me, or I won’t sleep a wink,” Y/N insisted, standing up to her full height and feeling Hoseok’s hoodie skimming her thighs as she straightened out. Stepping closer to him, she cocked her head, waiting for him to open his mouth and cut to the chase.

“I’m not sure that Jeongguk and I were able to permanently banish that entity last week. I think, based on this reading, and some of the tension still lingering, it might try to come back,” Namjoon uttered softly, carefully scanning Y/N from head to toe as if to analyze her body language and reactions.

Her shoulders sagged, not exactly taken aback by this revelation, because she, too, had entertained the idea. She still didn’t have any idea what kind of ritual the two of them had carried out to banish the entity in the first place, as she was totally unconscious throughout, and barely had the time to ask either of them about it amongst the chaos of the last week. There were the grounds to consider, where the Y/N had accidentally summoned the entity all those years ago in the first place– she highly doubted Namjoon nor Jeongguk had broken free from her side to cleanse the grounds that night. For all she knew, it could be lurking at the edges of the property, waiting for the right moment to gain entry into the home again.

“Yeah, I was thinking that too, lately. I’m not sure what you two did to stave it off for this long, but it is likely that I’ll have to do some heavy-duty protection wards around the property and the house next weekend. I might even have to do a full-scale banishment, if that doesn’t work,” Y/N sighed roughly, twisting her hands in the soft material of the hoodie’s pocket.

“Can I help?” Namjoon blurted, his back straightening out in purpose, eyes widening fractionally. “You should enlist Jeongguk’s help, too. If we work together, the chances of successfully getting rid of it are higher.”

Stunned, Y/N felt her mouth dropping open, wondering if this was Namjoon’s way of making it up to her for the way he acted the previous night, especially considering Jeongguk was the one to break up the brawl and haul the wolf hybrid away and Namjoon was still willing to team up with him. Maybe, he saw it as his ‘spiritual challenge’ he must overcome, or maybe he was more interested in the paranormal than she originally thought.

“You wanna help?” Y/N repeated meekly, Namjoon nodding once. “Alright, that’s a good idea– the three of us together can cover more ground quickly. When I go to work on Monday, I’ll pick up some things for the wards. If it comes to a full-scale banishment, we should wait for the next new moon in two weeks, just before your birthday.”

Namjoon froze, the constant sway of his silver tail even pausing, as pure astonishment washed over him. Cocking an eyebrow at his reaction, Y/N wondered if she said anything out of turn, or if he was re-thinking the whole ordeal now that she was discussing details.

“How do you know when my birthday is?” Namjoon asked, his complexion turning quite pale and then quite pink.

“What do you mean? It was on the clipboard at the shelter, and on the hybrid database I logged onto once I got your ID number from your official adoption certificate,” Y/N put her hands up as if she was caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Namjoon was so bizarre.

“Oh,” was all he offered in response, again gaping at her like she had an extra head.

“Anyways, we can discuss all of this some more tomorrow. Have you finished Wuthering Heights yet? I’m taking you and Seokjin to the library on Monday, don’t forget,” Y/N began to inch towards his door so she could head to bed. If she stayed any longer, she ran the risk of opening her big mouth and asking him about his favorite cake flavor, or a gift he had his eye on, and ruining her planned surprise of making all of the hybrid’s birthdays special in general.

Mortification further radiated off of the wolf hybrid in tangible waves, evidently not finished with the book, as he frantically turned to his nightstand and fumbled for the book. He seemed to have about 70 pages left. Trying not to giggle at his endearing mannerisms while his guard was down, Y/N reached his door while he was distracted.

“I’m heading to bed now, see you in the morning, okay? Don’t stay up too late reading,” Y/N called, giving him a little wave. Jerking his head up, Namjoon allowed the corner of his mouth to curl up shyly.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” the wolf hybrid returned, his amber eyes trained on her and the sensation of it remaining long after she shut his door behind her.

Once settled under her quilt in her bedroom, Y/N tapped out some reminders on her phone in an attempt to extract one million floating tasks from her brain and trap them in written word. There was a grocery list from Yoongi, some things she wanted to pick up for Jimin at the hardware store, and a reminder to look for hybrid clubs and activities. Some stray ideas for Jeongguk and Namjoon’s separate birthday parties, a note to call Ben and the twins, as well as a small list of items to look for at Judy’s on Monday.

She had never felt so busy in her life, even when she was working back-to-back shifts at the animal hospital, but she found that all of the things she had on her plate brought her excitement, rather than exhaustion and dread. Apart from, of course, the very real possibility that she’d have to deal with that nasty entity again. As she switched off her lamp and got cozy, she tried not to dwell on ghosts and demons, or the fact that the bed felt empty without Seokjin, and willed herself into what she prayed to be a sleep full of pleasant dreams.

Sunday morning was rainy, gloomy, and the stifling heat was thankfully broken. Y/N hauled herself out of bed early to shower and pick out her outfit for work the next day. An alert on her phone told her that all of her hybrid guidebooks had been delivered and were waiting on the porch for her, so she sped out of her bedroom to collect them and stow them by her nightstand before any of the hybrids could notice they were there. It wasn’t like she didn’t want them to see the books, she just didn’t want to give them another reason to tease her about her lack of hybrid knowledge.

Once the books were tucked away, she followed her nose to the kitchen with her laptop under her arm– a buttery, sweet smell floating through the house and making her mouth water. Most meals these days were completely taken care of by Yoongi, purely because he often beat her to the kitchen to do so before she could even lift a finger. Yoongi had told her not to worry about feeling guilty over him preparing meals for the rest of the house, as cooking was something he genuinely enjoyed, but she still felt odd about letting him shoulder the responsibility.

Yoongi had prepared an almost comical stack of pancakes that he was consistently adding to a hot plate in one of the warm ovens, his long hair damp with his morning shower and tucked behind his ears. The counter was littered with sliced fruit, boats of maple syrups, sticks of butter and mixing bowls. The only other hybrid in the room was Jimin, who Y/N had noted preferred to rise early over the past week. He looked a bit hungover, nursing a rather large cup of coffee, cheek cradled in his palm and sandy ears drooping. Both hybrids perked up as soon as she waltzed into the room, Yoongi shuffling over to her with a mug containing coffee made to her precise preference. The realization that he had gotten the ratio of cream to sugar exactly right had a flush settling over her cheeks as soon as the drink washed over her taste buds.

She sat next to Jimin, the coyote hybrid oh-so-subtly slouching closer to her on his barstool, and made small talk while they waited for some of the other hybrids to make their appearances. Setting up her laptop, she drummed her fingers against the keyboard, wondering which part of her to-do list she should tackle first. Jeongguk’s birthday was fast approaching, and a flash of panic struck through her when she considered there might not be much time left for her to order gifts and a cake for him.

“Morning! Is there bacon?” Seokjin’s sweet voice had her eyes tearing away from the loading Best Buy home screen to seek out his face.

He was in almost the exact same outfit as Yoongi, a pair of blue jeans and a long-sleeved thermal, but Seokjin’s was a cornflower blue and Yoongi’s was a deep wine color. Immediately, he widely smiled at Y/N, offering her an enthusiastic wave, to which she returned with a slight chuckle.

“Haven’t made it yet,” Yoongi replied, flipping a pancake mid-air as if he was Gordon Ramsay or something. “I’ve been waiting for it to thaw, over by the sink. I’ll get to it.”

“Can I cook it?” Seokjin moved to the island, inspecting the limp package of uncooked bacon. Y/N exchanged a sideways glance with Jimin, who still managed to convey his amusement even though he really looked like he would rather eat mud than a piece of bacon Seokjin cooked.

“Can you even cook? Do you know how to operate the stove?” Yoongi lifted an eyebrow at the jaguar hybrid, Seokjin’s ears fluttering in annoyance.

“I’ve watched you enough times to gather the mechanics, thank you,” Seokjin grumbled, Y/N desperately trying to swallow down laughter with Jimin practically shaking next to her. “And on my phone, too. When I can’t sleep, I watch cooking videos, I want to learn.”

Y/N straightened out at this, tilting her head to look at Seokjin while his back was turned to her. There were instances where he couldn’t sleep? Was she selfish to lament the fact that he hadn’t disclosed that to her previously? Distracting herself from dwelling on that, she half-listened to Yoongi slide a skillet onto the stove for Seokjin and scrolled around on her laptop for a video camera for Jeongguk. Aware of Jimin looking over her shoulder, she finally came across a reasonably priced one with all of the specs she was hoping for– full spectrum, night vision, easily hand held. With the camera and a protection plan in her virtual cart, she clicked the option for in-store pick up, so she could drop by later that day on her grocery and hardware store run.

As if summoned as soon as the order went through, the elk hybrid traipsed through the entrance of the kitchen in his black hoodie, fiddling with a couple of his hoop earrings as he scanned the room. To Y/N’s surprise, he promptly planted himself on the other empty barstool beside her, and thankfully she had already closed out of the Best Buy website.

“Good morning,” Y/N greeted, feeling somewhat shy with his onyx stare boring through her. His eyes flickered to her laptop screen, where she was idly viewing the gallery of a local bakery, mumbling the same greeting back.

The fatty scent of bacon began to infest the room, Seokjin diligently turning pieces over in the sizzling pan and looking deeply satisfied with himself. He appeared to be doing quite well under Yoongi’s watchful eye, even though occasionally an acrid smell would fill the kitchen when he’d burn an odd piece. Slowly, the remaining hybrids found their ways to the kitchen; Hoseok grumpily complaining about the early hour still in his pajamas, Namjoon dressed smartly in a crisp linen button down and slacks, and lastly Taehyung, who entered the room so silently and unacknowledged by the others Y/N didn’t even realize he was sitting at the breakfast nook until she turned around at the sound of the rain increasing in density against the window. He gave her a half-smile, the red flannel he had on picking up the peculiar color of his eyes, Y/N giving him her brightest grin as if to make up for the fact that everyone else was ignoring him.

She turned over the ways in her mind that she could find out what kind of cake Jeongguk would want for his birthday, and all of them would give away the surprise and her intentions. Chewing on her lip, she felt Jimin shift closer to her yet again, his body heat quite comforting as his arm brushed hers. Shutting her laptop once Yoongi declared everything was ready, Y/N saw that he and Seokjin had set up a buffet style pancake bar on the island, the jaguar hybrid appeared gleeful and proud of himself, which had her practically melting when she got up to get a plate.

Namjoon was in front of her in the sort of clumpy line they had all formed to fix up their breakfast plates, Y/N spooned stewed berries onto her pancakes as she decided to slyly get the information she needed, in probably the most roundabout way possible. She did seem to like making things harder for herself.

“There’s this new bakery in town I want to try out, and I’ve been thinking about ordering cupcakes or something. I’d like to get you all your favorites if you tell me what they are,” Y/N announced nonchalantly, settling back into her seat and cringing somewhat as she basically heard crickets.

Getting the hybrids to tell her what they wanted when it came to food was always like pulling teeth, and she chalked it up to the fact that they likely didn’t have many opportunities to select things of their own preference. It saddened her, but now that they were with her, they really didn’t have to hesitate so much. She wished she could say that in so many words, but she didn’t want to risk hitting any raw nerves. Predictably, Hoseok responded first as soon as the shock cleared from his face.

“Uh… I don’t really know, all cakes are good cakes!” He began– not off to a good start. “I guess I like vanilla the best if I were to choose, simple but classic.”

“I liked those lavender cupcakes from the cookout, the ones your friend Ben brought,” Seokjin volunteered, a thick layer of maple syrup coating his voluminous lips. Nodding, Y/N added the two answers to a notes document on her phone for when their birthdays rolled around.

After what felt like forever, she was able to pry out an answer from all of them, and she had finished her stack of pancakes long before the list was complete. Strawberry cake for Taehyung, Yoongi liked chocolate with raspberry filling, Namjoon gave a vague answer with just ‘chocolate’, and Jimin had classic tastes like Hoseok with simple vanilla. Of course, Jeongguk was the last to answer, too busy staring at his phone and snacking on the burnt pieces of bacon Seokjin had set aside separately.

“Jeongguk? How about you?” Y/N nudged his shoulder with her own, and ironically he genuinely looked like a deer in the headlights, antlers and all.

“Huh? Oh, cake… I don’t like cake that much. I guess I enjoy cheesecake, but that's more of a pie, if people were being more honest with themselves,” Jeongguk finally responded while absently using his napkin to blot some blood away from his face that had been dripping from his antlers into his hairline, looking back down at his phone. Interesting!

“Cheesecake? Gross. Also, have you ever even seen an actual pie? Because they don’t look like a cheesecake,” Hoseok accused, his russet ears turned backwards as if his honor had been insulted.

“You’re an agitating motherfucker,” Jeongguk remarked simply, getting up to rinse his plate and stick it in the dishwasher. Yoongi began to shake with laughter, especially upon catching a glimpse of Hoseok’s visage cloaked with surprise.

Once the kitchen was cleaned up, the job going by quickly with so many hands, Y/N decided it was as good of a time as any to head out on her errands so she could spend the rainy evening cozy in the parlor. Before everyone vacated the kitchen, she notified the hybrids that she was heading out.

“Do any of you want to come with me? It’s pretty shitty weather out there, so I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to tag along. I just have to go to a few stores,” Y/N narrowed her eyes at the pelting rain outside of the kitchen window, hoping the grocery store wouldn’t give her paper bags.

Minutes later, Y/N– considerably damp from running to her car like a crazy person, found herself in the driver’s seat, Yoongi beside her, Seokjin and Taehyung in the back. The rest of the hybrids elected to stay at home, and Y/N was grateful Jeongguk hadn’t joined her so she could pick up his camera without raising suspicion.

“Jimin looked rough this morning,” Yoongi remarked offhandedly, his tail swishing languidly behind him as he pushed a half-full grocery cart down the bread aisle.

Nudging him softly in the ribs, Y/N tossed two packages of hamburger buns into the cart while Yoongi bared his pointed incisors at her. The force of the nudge wasn’t enough to cause any pain, and she knew Yoongi was just trying to tease her again– but regardless, she was thinking the same too. The coyote hybrid slunk away to his bedroom shortly after breakfast, claiming he wanted to take a shower and read, looking less sparkly than he usually did. Maybe tequila was not his friend.

“You know, he’s the only one who hasn’t scented you yet. He probably feels like shit because of that,” Yoongi continued after a beat, examining a loaf of milk bread and dropping it into the cart as well. Y/N stiffened, not used to any of the hybrids explicitly bringing up scenting unless right before the act.

“God, you think? Why didn’t he tell me– and we’re not going to be back for at least another hour,” Y/N stared at Yoongi with alarm, the leopard hybrid shrugging with a lazy flicker of his ear. “What if he collapses like Seok–” Y/N immediately cut herself off with a hand clamped over her mouth, whipping around to stare at the jaguar hybrid with an apology clinging to her tongue. To her surprise, he wasn’t trailing after her at the moment, only Taehyung was at the end of the aisle scrolling through his phone.

“Don’t worry, he took off towards the produce like five minutes ago. Not that he’d care if you brought that up,” Yoongi assured, scanning the crumpled list in his hands distractedly. “Jimin will be fine. Actually, he has more self-restraint than most of us, which is pretty impressive.”

“Oh, was that a compliment for Jimin? Warming up to him, are you?” Y/N teased, Yoongi gritting his teeth and pushing the cart ahead of her. She caught the hem of his thermal, tethering herself to him so she wouldn’t be left behind, snickering the whole way.

“He’s one of the more tolerable ones. Seokjin’s fine, too. Jury’s still out with Foxy…” Yoongi replied begrudgingly nonetheless.

She didn’t know what was taking over her, but she wiggled her fingers against the wine-colored fabric covering Yoongi’s sides to tickle him once she was next to him, eliciting a purr and a tiny, toothy smile from the leopard hybrid.

“And what about me? Is the jury still out on me, too, Yoongi?” Y/N prodded jokingly, straightening out a wrinkle on his shirt while he reached for a jar of peanut butter on the shelf.

Yoongi paused, his tail brushing the length of her thigh as he turned to look down at her, a mysterious expression on his face as she continued to fix his wrinkled thermal. She forgot that she was in the middle of the grocery store with two other hybrids to worry about, soaking in the thoughtful twinkle in his hazel, feline eyes.

“Verdict is still pending,” Yoongi replied, smirking at the pout stretching across her face at his response. She let go of his shirt as he pushed the cart towards the produce section, Y/N ready to ice him out for a bit out of spite, until he continued. “‘Course I like you, sweetheart.”

Nearly tripping over a display case of cup ramen noodles, Y/N felt her body go both hot and cold as Yoongi simply slunk away with the cart, tail curling placidly behind him as if he didn’t say anything out of the ordinary. The nerve! Heart racing, she managed to pluck up the rest of the vegetables on the list that she could remember, spotting Seokjin not too far away merrily stacking cartons of strawberries in his arms.

With the groceries in the trunk and the three hybrids safely buckled into their seats, Y/N dragged them to the hardware store and blasted in and out to pick up a basic toolbox for Jimin. The coyote hybrid had wanted to get started on stable work that morning, but because of the inclement weather, he was stalled and Y/N wanted to get him some new tools to cheer him up.

Beside her, Seokjin was humming along to a Radiohead song on the radio. Yoongi had let him take the passenger seat on the way back, which was probably best for Y/N’s nerves considering he had dropped the ‘of course I like you sweetheart’ bomb on her. Not that she had calmed down at all, with Seokjin seeking out her hand immediately as soon as he clambered into the car, idly fiddling with her fingers as she used her other hand to keep an unsteady grip on the steering wheel.

“Just one more stop to make…” Y/N managed to squeak over the music, rain, and the blood rushing in her ears.

Seokjin traced her knuckles with his fingertips, causing goosebumps to pebble up the flesh of her forearm. She didn’t have the guts to sneak a peek at him reacting to her clear enjoyment of his touch. Y/N was going to die an early death, and the cause of it would be the seven hybrids she adopted.

A middle-aged man from the Best Buy store brought out Jeongguk’s camera after Y/N made a quick phone call for curbside pickup, not wanting to trudge out in the rain again. A box appeared in the window, and she tried not to frown, noticing the highly judgmental look on the man’s face as he looked from Y/N, to Seokjin and the way the jaguar hybrid was holding her hand, and even going so far as to peer into the back seat to raise an eyebrow at Yoongi and Taehyung. She could somewhat read the look on his face, typical dirty male thoughts as his eyes flickered back over her, zeroing in on the especially bruised bite Hoseok had given her on her neck.

“Thanks, have a good night,” Y/N ground out, wanting to yank the mustache off of the man’s face. Seokjin gingerly leaned over her body to accept the box, flashing the undeserving man a sharp-toothed beautiful smile.

“Yeah, I’m sure you will too,” the man mumbled, clicking his tongue and promptly heading back into the store.

Infuriated, and not knowing what the fuck that meant, Y/N swore at him while rolling the window up, adding a middle finger for good measure even though the man’s back was turned. She’d have to write a nasty Google review about that particular Best Buy. What was he insinuating?

“Wow, what a dick…” Y/N seethed, blasting through a yellow light so she could get home as quickly as possible. “Looking at me like I’m some sort of depraved sicko.”

“Don’t pay attention to those motherfuckers. Those are the type that think the purpose of hybrid adoption is…” Yoongi stopped speaking abruptly, noticing the dark look crossing over her face from the rearview mirror. She knew where Yoongi was going with that thought, and didn’t like it at all.

Some perverse people would indeed adopt hybrids for the sole purpose of entering a sexual relationship with them, which filled Y/N with utter disgust. Adoptions should be made from a place of wanting to give a hybrid a home and offering friendship and protection, not simply to exploit them in that way. Seokjin softly squeezed her arm, her fury definitely palpable and coming off in waves. She didn’t care.

“You’re not pieces of meat Yoongi,” Y/N snapped, the leopard hybrid’s eyes widening as she caught them in the rearview again. “He should’ve kept his mouth shut, it was fucking rude and the assumption is insulting. I’m sorry you three had to sit through that, I’m fucking livid… maybe I should call Ben and see if he can somehow dig up some dirt and get him fired…”

She had forgotten Taehyung was even behind her, silently witnessing her spiral into simmering rage, until she felt him gently pat the top of her head, reaching over her headrest. Somehow, that simple touch had her melting back into her seat, some of the red in her vision clearing away.

“It’s okay. It’s happened before, it’ll happen again, people with dirty looks and assumptions. What matters is that we’re with you, and their opinions don’t matter,” Seokjin murmured quietly, his words wrapping around her heart and effectively making her hold back a swoon. By then, her anger was gone, and Yoongi struck up a conversation surrounding what he planned on making for dinner.

When they got back, the three hybrids took care of the groceries, Y/N leaving Jeongguk’s camera in her car for the time being. As she unlocked the front door to the house, Taehyung gave her a one-armed hug, noticing she was still a little perturbed from the whole Best Buy dickhead exchange. She leaned into his strong frame, letting Yoongi in with his fistfuls of plastic grocery bags, humming as the Kodiak hybrid’s sandalwood scent calmed her down pretty much entirely.

Shuffling into the house, she helped Yoongi put everything away in the kitchen, before parting with the three hybrids to seek out Jimin. She wanted to check if he was feeling alright, give him his new toolbox, and hopefully encourage him to scent her. Because she had work the next day, she felt anxious about leaving him for most of the afternoon if he started feeling even worse.

Jimin’s door was closed, so she knocked carefully to alert him of her presence, however he likely heard and smelled her coming down the hall anyways. A somewhat hoarse ‘come in’ responded to her knocking, Y/N awkwardly shouldering her way in with the heavy toolbox. Jimin was lounging on his blue velvet chair by the window, which was cracked open and bringing the earthy smell of the rain in. His hair was neatly combed back and he was dressed in simple sweats and a long-sleeved cream cotton shirt, and he looked leagues better than he did that morning. Still, the way he death gripped the book he was holding, and the subtle twitch in his jaw seemed to be the cracks in his carefully constructed composure.

“Good book?” Jimin nodded, his ears fluttering as he put the book down to listen to her more fully. “Got you something!”

Y/N set the toolbox down on the windowsill beside the chair he was sitting in, not noticing the way he stiffened as she got closer. What she did notice, however, was the sensation of piercing yellow eyes burning a hole in her face, which had butterflies battering around in her guts. She did a little ta-da jazz hands number, grinning at the coyote hybrid as he tore his eyes from her face to inspect what she was offering him.

“Oh! Are these for…” Jimin began distractedly, swallowing thickly as if the room was filled with some kind of mind-altering gas. “This was on my list I sent you.”

“Mm-hm, I know you wanted to get out there today and start chipping away, and I figured you were a bit disappointed that the weather is inclement. I picked this up to cheer you up,” Y/N explained, wondering how on earth she could bring up the fact that he still hasn’t scented her.

In reaction to her words, Jimin’s cheeks flooded with a peachy blush, Y/N resisting the urge to reach out and pinch them. For a few moments, they went over Jimin’s plans– he was going to fix up the chicken coop first, as it was the easiest job on the list– the rasp of the coyote hybrid’s voice pleasant in her ears as he spoke. He seemed to relax a bit after a few moments, scooching closer to the edge of the chair to talk to her. When she opened up the toolbox to show him everything inside, trying to wrestle a screwdriver out of its spot, her fingertips nicked the sharpened edge of the tool, making her hiss in pain as the metal sliced the skin of her pointer finger.

“Ugh, I didn’t think those things could be so sharp,” Y/N whined pitifully, holding her injured finger up to her face, inspecting the wound with her lip jutting out into a pout.

The atmosphere immediately changed, and it was almost like the room dropped several degrees in temperature. In her folly, she hadn’t registered Jimin’s sudden silence, the way his posture turned coiled and rigid, and his tongue swiping over his lower lip hungrily. Quite literally forgetting that she was standing in Jimin’s room and that he was even in front of her, Y/N flinched in surprise when the coyote hybrid wrapped his roughened palm around her wrist. Pausing, she stared at Jimin with widened eyes, his own eyes a bit more lidded than she remembered them when they were discussing chicken wire. He was focused on the blood running down her fingertip, a pointed tooth biting down on the flesh of his lower lip, his jaw clenching once again.

“I should probably get a bandaid,” Y/N whispered, Jimin’s grip around her wrist delicate but keeping her in place. “Jimin?”

Apparently her words were falling on deaf ears, the coyote hybrid pulling her closer to him as if spellbound, and Y/N was similarly dazzled as she allowed him to tow her between his spread legs. Cringing as she caught a whiff of her own blood, she blanched when Jimin held her injured hand delicately right in front of his face. Just like that, she was ensnared by the coyote hybrid, eagerly holding her breath.

“Come here,” Jimin huskily broke the silence, mingling with the pattering of rain on his windowsill.

He spread his legs further, tugging her down carefully, a muffled squeak coming from her as she found herself perched on Jimin’s left thigh, his free arm wrapped around her waist and her legs dangling between his. Briefly, she felt like she was sitting on Santa’s lap at the mall– but the thought disappeared as soon as it popped into her head. His thigh was strong underneath her, toned from likely years of being an equestrian, but his arm slung around her waist was gently secure and tender, contrary to the fact that he’d really just pulled her down onto his lap.

“J-jimin?” Y/N breathed, close enough to him now to hear barely-audible growls bubbling up from the back of his throat, his eyes slipping shut at the sound of his name. Most of her hybrids seemed to have similar reactions when she said their names– she distantly wondered why that was. “What are you…?”

Y/N knew pretty well what Jimin was doing, but she couldn’t find her words to encourage him with her looking at her like she was an angel that appeared in his bedroom on a cloud. After sending her a pointed eyebrow raise, Y/N made herself comfortable in Jimin’s arms, his lavender shampoo calming. Her heart was pounding still, the intensity at which Jimin examined her head-to-toe dizzying, and his ears perked up forward and alert when her breath began to come out in shorter huffs and puffs.

“Is this alright?” Jimin whispered, slowly rotating her wrist by his lips, his voice so low and breathy she had to lean closer into his chest to hear him. She pulled her eyebrows together, because clearly it was okay– she wasn’t about to deny him an instinctual need, especially when the others had already done so before him– Y/N nodded either way.

“Yes?” Jimin hummed, his grip around her wrist loosening so he could swipe up a drop of blood running down her wrist with a pointer finger, the growls in his throat becoming more audible by the moment. “I’m yours? You’re mine?” Going completely still with this utterance, Y/N gasped, unable to break away from Jimin’s penetrative, hazy gaze. She knew, with all of the experiences she had with the others, that they tended to say things that seemed to stem from a more instinctual area of their brain before they scented, but the coyote hybrid’s words held such meaning that she could hardly process them rationally. She was his, she was all of theirs, there was no denying– each of them had completely claimed a spot in her heart– there was no room for conceiving the idea of ever abandoning them, which she knew was a reason many of them held off on the ritual in the first place, thanks to information she had learned on the internet shortly before Yoongi had scented her. Jimin, however, needed further confirmation, which she was more than willing to provide.

“Y-yeah. Yes, you’re mine,” Y/N managed to stutter, feeling Jimin’s hand wrapped around her waist drop to her thigh and squeeze ever so slightly.

Entranced, Y/N watched as Jimin pulled her wrist to his mouth, the only sounds now coming from the downpour filtering in from the cracked window behind the two of them. Keenly concentrated, Jimin ignored her blood, staining his own fingertip and running down her palm, choosing to pull the tender underside of her wrist to his lips at a glacial speed. Time was suspended, much of the rushed thrill from some of the scenting rituals she had been through with the others absent but the intensity still very much there.

“You smell so sweet…” Jimin growled, the hand on her thigh flexing against her muscles briefly; and Y/N could almost detect thin restraint in the grip, Jimin was ever the gentleman regardless of his animalistic instincts.

With her eyes half-closed, Jimin at last brought his lips to her flesh, placing a hot open mouthed kiss by her wrist bone. The ample petals of his mouth were delicate, but the action was searing against her flesh as he basically made out with her inner wrist, his devious tongue peeking out occasionally to trace along one of the veins closest to the surface of her skin. Mewling softly, Y/N slackened her body weight even further into Jimin’s embrace, letting him fully support her as he mopped up some of her blood with a swipe of his tongue.

“Jimin…” Y/N sighed dreamily once he passed over a particularly sensitive spot with a barely-there drag of his teeth, eyes drifting shut. “I–”

“Shhh…” the coyote hybrid shushed her tenderly, the pointed edges of his canines finally grazing what she presumed to be his chosen area to mark, Y/N hooking her free arm around Jimin’s neck without a second thought. “Just relax, I’ve got you.”

With a mixture of a groan and a primal growl, Jimin sunk his teeth into her vulnerable wrist almost painlessly, the action so smooth and sensual Y/N could only focus on the blissful expression blooming over the coyote hybrid’s sculpted face as soon as he broke skin. If she wasn’t limp before, she certainly was after that, Jimin’s plump lips wrapped around the edge of her wrist as he infused his scent with her own with his teeth buried in her flesh, and the cloudy sensation the bite brought on having her head lolling back onto the coyote hybrid’s shoulder. The calming scent of lavender enveloped her senses, and Jimin was being so gentle with her, she swore that she could fall asleep on his lap, listening to his measured breaths and the rain outside.

Through fuzzy vision, she watched Jimin not only brush his tongue over the bite he created, but also clean the blood from her wounded finger as well, satisfied grumbles coming from his chest by her ear. Giggling at the ticklish sensation, Jimin hummed, now holding her hand gingerly as he took a look at the screwdriver injury, his lips dropping into a tiny pout. Y/N reached out with her free hand, still chuckling weakly, and poked his fleshy cheek, indulging in a desire she had been harboring since she adopted him. His eyebrow cocked up in response, a playfulness in his golden eyes as she withdrew her hand, and he decided to retaliate by completely taking her off guard– he brought her wounded finger to his lips and enveloped the tip of the digit into his mouth.

Gasping, stared at Jimin’s lips wrapped around her finger, dissolving into utter shock as his tongue whirled around the cut, the minor sting disappearing under his ministrations. It was her turn to groan, not sure if the action of him tending to her wound in this way was sweet or total teasing on the coyote hybrid’s part. A distant part of her wondered if the soothing properties of hybrid saliva soothed all wounds, not just marks left behind by scenting, because it certainly felt like her cut was already treated and bandaged. He pulled the digit from his mouth slowly, never breaking the intense eye contact they were currently suspended in, Y/N realizing her hand around his neck was entwined with the cropped blonde hair at the base of Jimin’s neck, embarrassingly, tightly so.

“Better?” Jimin’s ears twitched, likely picking up her accelerated heart rate, finally releasing her hand and brushing some hair from her face. “You’ll still need a bandage, but it should be soothed. And, you should be more careful, Y/N.”

Mumbling into his shirt, Y/N secretly agreed with him; if that was how he reacted when she got hurt, it was better for her nerves to avoid doing so at all costs. She focused on Jimin’s forgotten book, cast aside from when she first entered the room, and he was reading her old copy of The White Album that he must have swiped from the library. Distantly, she recalled something Alice once said– nothing more attractive than a man who reads Didion.

“Alright, up you go,” Jimin cleared his throat, using his hand on her waist to nudge her up and forward, off of his thigh, standing with her as she got her footing. “I have some bandaids in my bathroom. Stay here, for a second.”

Jimin leveled a sweet smile at her, though his expression was serious and there seemed to be a few things floating around in his head, his eyes a bit far away. She shifted from one foot to another, humming as Jimin squeezed her shoulder softly before retreating to his bathroom, the sounds of him pawing through his vanity drawers making her ears perk up. Taking a moment to look around his room, it seemed that Jimin had made himself somewhat at home, though the room was quite unchanged compared to the day she brought the coyote hybrid home. The only things she noticed that indicated someone was occupying the recently renovated bedroom were bits and bobs on his dresser, which she neared closer to to get a good look.

The knapsack that he had traveled from Montana with hung from a knob on the dresser, but the contents were carefully placed on the surface of the dresser. On the left hand side, the formerly crumpled hat he had pulled out of the bag last week was smoothed out and sitting by a lamp, a couple pieces of jewelry (a silver bracelet, silver hoop earrings) placed on a leather square, and on the right was his coiled belt and buckle, as well as a photograph. Footsteps approached before she could take a look at the photo, Y/N peering up at Jimin with a sheepish expression when he caught her snooping. Simply smiling at her, he took her wrist gently, peeling paper off of the bandaid he’d fetched and wrapping it around her little injury. Her eyes drifted back to the photo, the edges of it weathered and crinkled.

“That’s me and my sister, I was twelve, she was nine,” Jimin plucked up the picture, offering it to Y/N gingerly.

Taking it like it was made of glass, Y/N brought the photo closer to her face, a tinier version of Jimin grinning at the camera on the back of a palomino horse, one of his front teeth missing and a mini cowboy hat placed precariously on top of his head. In front of him was a little girl, his sister, with the same honey blonde hair and bright golden eyes, her cheeks rounded as she was frozen mid-laughter, Jimin holding onto his sister tightly while she gripped the horse’s reins.

“Aw, Jimin! This is so sweet, you two are adorable, and you look so alike,” Y/N cooed, placing the picture back down on his dresser while still admiring it. She’d never been to Montana, but the nature surrounding the two young hybrids was gorgeous and wild. “I can find a frame for this, so you can display it properly.”

A pang of sadness spread through her chest, wondering if Jimin missed his sister, his family, and old life. Perhaps, in the future, there would be an opportunity for her to book a flight and take Jimin to visit his family– now that he was adopted and not on the run, there would be no reason for him not to go see them every now and again.

“You meant it, right?” Jimin asked quietly after a few moments, Y/N tearing her eyes away from the photograph to search his eyes with confusion. “A few moments ago… am I really…”

Yours. Y/N knew what he was getting at after scanning his expression, the coyote hybrid easier to read than some of the others she had adopted. Humming, Y/N stepped closer, reaching out to squeeze Jimin around his middle, resting her cheek on his shoulder. He hesitantly reciprocated, wrapping his arms around her securely.

“Yeah. You’re mine. I’m yours.”

After a drizzly night spent watching Masterchef and devouring some kimchi stew and rice to combat the damp chill of the outside, Y/N made her rounds saying goodnight early once more, once she had cleaned up the kitchen with Yoongi and finished untangling herself from Hoseok on the couch. Shockingly, each hybrid besides Jeongguk and Namjoon had given her a big hug before she crawled to her bedroom with enough heat in her cheeks to fry an egg on the flesh. Though he hadn’t hugged her, Jeongguk let her dab a bit of blood off of his face with a tissue when she said goodnight to him from his spot on the recliner, a piece of his velvet hanging loosely from one of his antlers as he bit his lip and stared at her. Namjoon simply smiled at her, dimples and all, saying he’d see her in the morning.

Cursing when her alarm went off bright and early at 6:30 the next morning, Y/N sluggishly fumbled her way through her morning routine, blindly tapping out a wake up text with her toothbrush sticking out of her mouth.

Y/N: Good morning boys, ready to leave by 7:15?

Seokjin: Morning Y/N :) Yes!

Namjoon: ^^

Y/N: Perfect, see you in a few

Y/N shimmied into her outfit, some linen pants and a black long-sleeved shirt trimmed with lace she had fished out of the back of her wardrobe, hastily throwing on some Stevie Nicks-esque makeup. If she was going to work at a metaphysical shop, she might as well look the part. Satisfied, she left her room with her tote bag, making sure her wallet and keys were in there. She wasn’t paying attention, so she stumbled into Namjoon in the hallway, the wolf hybrid making a sharp oof sound as she collided into his back.

“Oh, sorry Joon,” Y/N wheezed, a bit of fuzz from the caramel sweater he was wearing sticking to her lip gloss and her head dizzy from smacking into a solid wall of back muscle. “In a fog… it’s so early,” she continued with a slight whine, Namjoon turning to face her with his face almost entirely pink.

“Um, it’s okay,” the wolf hybrid managed, coughing into his fist awkwardly as he followed her to the kitchen clumsily. She needed coffee, ASAP– she hadn’t even noticed Namjoon had been taken off guard by a nickname that had rolled off her tongue accidentally.

Yoongi was in the kitchen, naturally, still in his pajamas but placing items into paper bags. Of course, he already had her coffee ready for her, which had her reaching up to ruffle his hair in appreciation. Seokjin tiptoed into the kitchen shortly after, dressed neatly in a rose pink henley and jeans, excitement lighting up his orange eyes like a jack-o’-lantern.

After slamming some leftover pastries Yoongi made the other day down their throats, the leopard hybrid was shooing the three of them to the front door by 7:15, Namjoon and Seokjin scrambling to the car while she hung back. As she began to wave goodbye to him, Yoongi grabbed her elbow, halting her.

“Here, this is for lunch. Give one to each of the others, too,” Yoongi thrusted the three paper bags into her arms, making Y/N stare at him wildly. Yoongi made them lunch to go?

Unable to help herself, she leaned forward and up, planting a kiss on Yoongi’s cheek, the leopard hybrid squeaking in surprise the moment her lips touched the sleep-rounded flesh. Pulling away, Y/N saw Yoongi had gone rather statue still, mouth dropped open in shock. Giggling, Y/N made her way down the porch steps, casting one more look at the stunned leopard hybrid standing with the front door wide open.

“Thank you, Yoongi! Have a nice day, I’ll see you tonight,” she called, waving at him with the lunch bags swinging in her fist. It felt nice to have somebody think of her, making sure she had something to eat midday. She’d have to pick up something extra delicious for dinner, in thanks.

The weather was cool, leftover from the rain the previous day, so as soon as she slid into the car, Y/N hiked up the heat in the cab, though it hardly worked, shooting Seokjin a smile in the rearview mirror. He returned it, accepting the bag she offered him with slight confusion.

“Yoongi made us lunch. Isn’t that nice?” Y/N sighed while settling Namjoon’s bag beside his thigh, flinging the car into drive and praying that she could beat traffic to get the two hybrids to the Boston Public Library in a timely fashion. Judy had told her to show up around 8:30, so she was definitely in a time crunch.

“Why is this camera down here?” Namjoon asked after a few moments of listening to the tinny Rolling Stones tape she had begrudgingly put on for him, pointing to the box by his feet.

“Oh damn, I have to wrap that…” Y/N muttered, honking at someone stalling at a green light. “I got it for Jeongguk, his birthday is on Thursday. I thought he could use it for his paranormal investigation, if he wanted to take it up again.”

“Are you throwing him a party?” Namjoon spoke again incredulously, picking up the camera box and examining it, from what Y/N could tell out of the corner of her eyes.

“I guess the cat’s out of the bag! It’ll be just the eight of us, though. I like to celebrate birthdays. I ordered him a cheesecake last night, even,” Y/N relented, knowing she wouldn’t be able to hedge around Namjoon.

“That’s sweet, Y/N,” Seokjin offered from the backseat, Y/N catching his eyes in the rearview, his scrunched up in mirth.

“You two can keep a secret, right? I’m a little bummed I couldn’t keep it a surprise, now you know you two will be getting parties too,” Y/N pouted, jumping on the highway and cringing at a crackling skip in the tape.

The two hybrids fell silent with this, as she predicted. None of her hybrids particularly enjoyed being the center of attention, apart from Hoseok, of course. She knew that Seokjin would definitely keep the secret since she asked, and Namjoon and Jeongguk were a bit on the outs at the moment, so she wasn’t particularly concerned he’d spill the beans to the elk hybrid.

“So, since you know now, can you give me some ideas on what to get you for your own birthdays? I don’t want to pick out something you won’t like,” Y/N broke the silence, crossing her fingers over the steering wheel she’d get at least a semblance of an answer from either of them.

“Um…” Seokjin mumbled timidly from the backseat, fastidiously staring out the window to focus on the bay outside of Boston.

“I really wish that when I was brought into the shelter, I knew what happened to my trailer,” Namjoon spoke suddenly, stunning Y/N so much she accidentally stepped on the brakes by a ramp a little too hard. “I didn’t have much, but my tapes were in there, my books. It’s probably sitting in some junkyard now.”

“I can probably see what I can do about that,” Y/N began slowly, her mind already coming up with a list of all the junkyards and impound lots around Boston.

“It’s alright. It’s likely it’s been cleared out, or impacted already. Uh… maybe you could find an old Walkman at a thrift store, or something,” Namjoon looked down at his feet, ears fluttering.

“I’ll see what I can do about the trailer, I’m serious, Namjoon,” Y/N insisted, once again attempting to make eye contact with Seokjin through the rearview. “Jin? Come on, give me something to work with!” Y/N teased playfully, Seokjin clearing his throat and nervously wiping sweaty hands on his pants.

“I don’t really know,” Seokjin admitted softly, causing Y/N’s heart to ache. Seokjin was in a lab most of his life, and spent more recent years performing in a circus– perhaps there wasn’t much time for leisure or exploring interests. “Maybe we could all go to a restaurant?”

“We can do that! After the book club, check out some local restaurant menus online, we’ll go anywhere you want,” Y/N encouraged brightly, finally managing to navigate into the city and minutes away from Boylston street. “We’re almost there, I’m going to call my mom so she can meet you two out front.”

By the time she hung up from her mother, who was nearly shouting with excitement in her ear, she was double-parked in front of the library. She told the two hybrids when exactly she’d be picking them up from the library later that afternoon, that they could hang out and read until the club started around 11. As soon as her mother appeared at the top step of the library, Namjoon bid her a gentle goodbye, eagerly exiting the car and jogging up the stony steps of the building.

“I hope you have fun today, Seokjin! You can always text me if you need me,” Y/N watched as he unfastened his seatbelt, his tail curling around his waist in what she perceived to be in response to having to part with her.

“Good luck at work today, Y/N,” Seokjin replied, giving her shoulder a light squeeze as he pushed himself out of the car.

She stayed put until she saw her mother sling both her arms around the hybrid’s shoulders, talking to them animatedly as they disappeared into the library. Shaking her head, Y/N honked back at someone behind her, pissed that she was blocking part of the road, and set off to her new job.

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Tinytown Digest - April 2025 Week 4

Hello! Welcome to a new weekly Ateez recap series. I'll aim to get these out at the end of every week and new entries will be pinned to my blog and reposted to the Ateez Community.

What Did I Miss?

San was #9 on the list of Top 10 Celebrities by Media Impact Value (MIV) at the Four Major Fashion Weeks. San generated $5 million in MIV from his appearance at Dolce & Gabbana!

Yeosang's feature for ESQUIRE Korea gave us so much good content!! We have stunning photos from the feature along with beautiful b-cuts and bts footage. His interview is HERE.

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Seonghwa got a digital cover with Cosmopolitan Korea as the face of John Varvatos' Artisan Black scent! Check out his instagram posts HERE and HERE, and read Seonghwa's interview HERE.

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Mingi went on another side quest and performed AUTOBAHN Remix at EDC Korea with DJ Raiden!

Mingi also covered his song for DINGO!

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San became the new face of Korean skincare brand RETURNITY. You will be able to get a San PC inside every box of acupressure stickers.

Jongho and Wooyoung went on a baseball date!

San confirmed that we won't be getting new episodes of Wanteez for a while, as they've been too busy filming other content 👀

Ateez was nominated for an American Music Award! This is Ateez's first nomination!! The award is decided through a fan vote, which is happening now. See the next category for details on how to participate.

This Week

Voting continues for 'Favorite K-Pop Artist' at 2025 AMAs. Anyone from anywhere in the world can vote, and it's easy! Vote HERE.

The first turbo voting (double votes) takes place tomorrow (29th April) at 4PM KST.

Music and Performances

Ateez recently performed at SBS INKIGAYO UNICON in TOKYO DOME and the videos are out!

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Coming Soon!

ATEEZ World Tour [Towards the Light : Will to Power] in Cinemas Screening Schedule. Sign up for updates HERE.

ATEEZ is on the Day 1 lineup for 2025 Busan One Asia Festival to be held on Jun 11 (Wed)

Extras:

Youtuber Aeli has uploaded ATEEZ THE WORLD: TO THE END | THE FELLOWSHIP: BREAK THE WALL Europe + North America tour behind with English Subtitles

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From the Archives

Because @atiny-for-life just posted it, here's an iconic video that has become the source of so many memes for the Ateez community.

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Song of the Week

I am increasingly certain that this is their best album..

That's it for this week!

Let me know if I'm missing anything, or if there are any categories you'd like to see for the next round.

Feel free to reply below if you'd like to be tagged for future posts.

#ateez #song mingi #jeong yunho #park seonghwa #kim hongjoong #choi san #jung wooyoung #kang yeosang #choi jongho #Youtube #Instagram #Spotify #tinytown digest

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vani-ash · 6 months ago

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Hi, I'm new here, I've just discovered Jeff a couple of weeks ago. And now I feel like a teenager again with a celebrity crush 😅

I'm very busy irl and I'm slowly working my way through his acting gigs and music videos. As a Jeff expert, what do you suggest a newbe like me should watch/listen to/read/know? I'm a little confused about all the Jeffs :D

a jeff expert 😭

Hi! Welcome!!! ❤️🥰 I hope you understand by asking this you have given me the opportunity to info dump about this man 😭 I'm sorry in advance but here is a (still very long) basic guide to Jeff Satur :)

Acting

I don't know what you have and haven't watched yet but his main show is KinnPorsche (which you can watch on IQIYI) his character Kim is only a side character though.

There are two series you can watch on youtube

He she It (3 episodes, about 50 minutes all together)

Labeled as a horror but it's not really.

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Ingredients the series (21 episodes, each aprox 10-20 minutes)

Cute slice of life series about cooking

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He just had a movie come out called The Paradise Of Thorns, it is on Netflix in Thailand (and will probably come to netflix in other country's too eventually) so you either need a VPN or other site to watch it currently

Happy Ending

Jeff is currently in the process of making his own series called Happy Ending.

He has made a pilot for it but it hasn't actually been filmed yet and is scheduled to start filming sometime around the middle of this year, and be out around the end of the year.

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Vamp

He is also going to be part of another show called Vamp, Also not filmed yet but scheduled for sometime this year.

Wuju Bakery

This was filmed back in 2023, and was meant to come out the same year and then the date got moved twice, something happened and the company that was making it did some shady things and now its unknown if this will ever actually air, but you can still find bts photos and people often reference this show so I'm going to mention it here.(There is also 40 second trailer)

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Call Me By Fire S3

Jeff was also on a Chinese survival show called Call Me By Fire S3 (can be found on youtube, there is english subtitles)

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Music Videos/Jeffcest

Jeff has been making music for 10 years, (he used to use the names Jeff the Demo and Jeff Garden if you want to look up any of his earlier songs on youtube)

Due to his whole vibe (and specifically his music video for Ghost, which is actually a two part MV continued in his other song called Yellow Leaf)

People started shipping him with the characters he plays in his music videos. This has been labeled as Jeffcest, and each Jeff is a clone, the clones are each named after their respective song titles unless they already have name, pretty much everything about Jeffcest is fan made.

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The most prominent of Jeffcest being a character called Sunshine from the music video Dum Dum. (There are 3 music videos for Dum Dum, Thai, English and an Unchained version)

(Ghost and Lucid are two of the other most used)

Jeff has dressed up as Sunshine during a concert and was also just brought back in Jeff's most recent MV called Ride Or Die. (which only came out 5 days ago)

Sunshine has his whole own lore (not fanmade comes from Jeff) which I wont get into here but if you want me to explain feel free to message me :)

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Jeffs most popular song is probably Fade (based on the views, 208 million)

But his other most popular song is probably Why Don't You Stay which is an OST from KinnPorsche. There is a Thai and English version.

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All of his MVs have an interesting story line so they're all worth watching at some point.

Some songs Jeff is featured in:

Far - Silvy ft. Jeff

แผลเป็น (scar) - bodyslam ft. Jeff

Steal the Show - Shaun ft. Jeff

จำนน (White Flag) - Nont Tanont ft. Jeff

Other Things

Whenever Jeff preforms, wherever he is, it rains. He got joked to be the son of the rain god due to how often this happened, and for Halloween 2023 he held a contest for people to design him as the Rain God. (Rain God is also often used in Jeffcest)

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Jeff has his own company/studio called Studio on Saturn

Twitter - Instgram

On the last day of the month this account will post his schedule for the upcoming month letting you know when he has any scheduled events.

This Youtube account often posts fancams of the whole event from most of Jeffs events.

This youtube account posts any Lives Jeff does.

Brands

Space Shuttle No.8

Jeff put out his first album last year and it came with a box set (can no longer be brought but I have photos of the whole thing here :)

Pets

This man has so many cats like 20 something last time i heard him talk about them 😭

(And I don't know where to put this but his fans are called Saturdayss or Sats)

i am so sorry how long this is but I hope this was what you wanted and helped 😭💛💛💛

#if you want clarification on something feel free to ask :)#there is probably basic things you already knew but i thought i'd add them just in case :)#just watching his MVs is gonna be the easiest #if you havent seen it kinnporsche is a great show but jeff is part of the third couple in the show so he doesnt have much screen time #jeff mainly posts on twitter so most his updates will be on there #Jeff also makes a lot of puns/dad jokes in thai and they often need like 3 paragraphs to translate what he is talking about hghfgdfghfghdfg #jeff satur #ask #anyone wanna add anything i forgot?

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dilf-docs · 5 months ago

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I just read all of your works and I loved soooooo much!!!!!!! you're so talented <3

I'm definitely gonna re-read some, but can I ask if you have some autors recommendations?

I hope you're having a good day/night!

thank u so much for your kind words, dear anon, thankful u went thru all of the dilf library 🫶 welcome to town, citizen! hope you enjoy the rest of your stay :) you're free to get ur residency (follow me hehe)

SO unfortunately, i don't read as much as i used to because of the whole writing stuff, but have some recs i fished from my main blog (the one i created before creating this side; have owned it since 2016 or something) @onlythehobi which i use as a sorts of fic library 💌 but it's very messy and goes from bts, to logan to pedro-- you can see when i switched from pedro to hugh and then when my pedro obssesion hit again HELP featuring lots of bts sprinkled in the middle

JOEL MILLER

wants and needs by @strang3lov3

this was so well-written and so sexy. read it yesterday and it altered my brain chemistry thighs clasped hard in public and now i'm the 1 with that problem ijbol

that funny feeling by @bluebeary-jay

touch love deprived soft flustered miller? SIGN ME. THE FUCK. IN

the consequences of us by @josephquinnswhore

raw, next question. possesive old ass dbf joel miller go RAHHH

father figure by @gutsby

yes, sign me for that old man dick. UM, and the tags? u know you're abt to be in for a rideeeeee ALL HAIL PREMATURE EYACULATION

my burning sun will someday rise by @littlcdarlin

just as a i said, i need to be euthanized after i read it. actually, nothing sexier than dbf!joel with u on hornyvacays

an overture of indulgence by @wintrwinchestr

dk if this is up your alley, but if you're a big pedro™ widow like me, this works to soothe the wound a bit

i'm empty without you, so come grow within me by @chronically-ghosted

angst so good, the certified angst whore (me), was too stunned to speak. never been more jealous of such a talented writer, all their fics are just *chef kiss*

make it stick by @gutsby

YES YES PLSPLSPLS GIMME MORE OF THEM their dynamic is so good, i've never wanted old man dick so BAD

snowed in by @v4nillau

pls support my oomfie's sexy ass piece. bring back fun spin the bottle games! while it snowed in with ur dad's hot older best friend

FRANKIE MORALES

the boyfriend act by @capuccinodoll

this series is ruining my life /hj. i love it SO MUCH you guys have no idea i'm literally #1 tba fan GET AWAY likelikelike their dynamic might tire u up a bit BUT it's so complex u need more of it. also, add fake dating to the mix? BEST TROPE (gotta write that up someday). i was already SAT

sweet as by @ak-vintage

babysitting and eating fruit had never been this sexy. anyone named frankie morales need a babysitter for the summer? i katniss-volunteer myself

plea by @javier-pena

real men yearn and watch u touch yourself to them frankie's body description here is so good i want to lick him like an ice cream lollipop melting under the hot summer sun

grocery shopping by @berryispunk

I LOVE PUBLIC SEX wait who said that

nut vid with the sound on by @syd-djarin

what the title says. just read it. you'll thank me later

DIETER BRAVO

you can never keep a soul by @chronically-ghosted

i have such a soft spot for dieter and this balanced between angst, fluff, comedy and sex like REAL GOOD sex. just,,,, tell me where i can get a faux uncle as sexy and messy as our chaotic king and then u can hmu

AND anything by @beefrobeefcal really. their peña and grandpa!joel fics... GO AND READ THEM

done hehehehehhehehe. i promise u, dilf-docs fangirls over stuff too. hope this helps!

#dilftown #asks #anon #joel miller #joel miller x reader #frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #fic recs

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1343401 · 6 months ago

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echos of the sea - chapter three

pairing: bts x reader

status: ongoing

word count: 6.9 k

warnings: depictions of violence, death, family trauma, insecurities, mentions of blood

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the evening air was thick with the salty breeze from the ocean as taehyung made his way toward the small, discreetly hidden alcove where the pirates had agreed to meet him. it was tucked behind a collection of tall, wooden crates just outside the gates to the castle grounds, well away from the watchful eyes of the guards. taehyung's steps were careful, his heart beating with a steady rhythm, but his mind raced. tonight, he would deliver the information they needed. information about the princess and her engagement ball.

as he approached the rendezvous point, he saw the silhouettes of figures leaning against the crates, their forms relaxed but with an undeniable air of readiness. a low voice broke the silence.

"you're late," the voice said, a teasing lilt in it that taehyung recognized immediately.

he gave a small grin, his hands finding the pockets of his servant's uniform. "couldn't help it. a few things came up," he replied smoothly, though the words were more for formality than any real explanation.

one of the figures, tall and broad-shouldered, straightened up from the shadows, his sharp features catching the dim light. his eyes narrowed slightly, his stance commanding but with a hint of curiosity. "you know," the man said, his voice rich with authority, "we're not exactly in the business of waiting around for information.

"you've waited this long. what's a few more minutes?" taehyung replied, his tone calm, bordering on playful. his gaze flicked over to the other two standing near the crates, one with a bright, mischievous glint in his eyes and the other one muscular, his jaw set in a stern line.

"yeah, we might've let it slide this time," the second voice chimed in, full of energy and brimming with a kind of youthful charm. it was the one who always seemed to be at the center of things. "but next time, don't push it. we've got a lot of work to do."

taehyung's eyes twinkled with a hint of amusement. he stepped closer, adjusting his position and folding his arms loosely. "well, i'm here now. and you can rest easy knowing the princess won't be on the move until later."

there was a pause, and then the man with the commanding presence tilted his head, a smirk forming on his lips. "now that's what i like to hear. tell me everything."

taehyung took a deep breath before speaking. "the princess will be on the balcony during the ball. not long after it starts, she'll slip out. just a few minutes before the first course is served."

he let the silence hang for a moment, watching as the men exchanged quick glances, gauging the importance of his words. "you're certain?" the man with the sharp eyes asked, his gaze narrowing as if looking straight through taehyung.

"you know i wouldn't come all this way with something less than the truth." taehyung's voice was cool, even though a small thrill ran through him at the high stakes of the moment.

the man grunted in approval, then turned to the other two. "sounds like we've got what we need," he muttered, his hand reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a small, worn pouch. "here. for the trouble."

taehyung reached out to accept the pouch, his fingers brushing against the rough leather. "pleasure doing business," he said lightly, his lips curving into a smile, even if the deal wasn't exactly one of camaraderie.

"don't get too comfortable," the energetic one warned with a grin, stepping closer. his eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned in. "next time, you might find yourself on the other side of this conversation."

taehyung's smile remained, his eyes softening. "you're welcome to try," he replied smoothly. "but i'm not so easy to catch."

the third man, the muscular one with a quiet but heavy presence, didn't seem to be listening to the banter. instead, he eyed taehyung as if weighing him, the air around him thick with a kind of silent power. after a long pause, he spoke, his voice low and deliberate. "taehyung, you might want to watch your back. there's more going on in that palace than you think."

taehyung's brow furrowed slightly, but he didn't let the tension show. "i can handle myself," he said, his voice even. "don't worry about me."

the man nodded, but there was something in his eyes that suggested a deeper concern. taehyung didn't quite know how to read it, but the warning hung in the air nonetheless.

"all right," the first man said, pushing himself off the crate and gesturing for the others to follow. "you've delivered what we need, now get back to your princess before anyone catches on."

taehyung stood still for a moment, his thoughts racing as he tucked the pouch into his own coat. as he took a final glance at the group of men, the quiet one with the stern presence gave him a small, knowing nod.

"keep your eyes open," the man said.

taehyung gave a single nod in return, his gaze sharpening as he turned away from the pirates, his mind already turning over the details of the night. the ball. the princess. and now, with this new piece of information in hand, the game was becoming more intricate than he had ever anticipated.

he stepped back into the shadows, his heart racing as he walked away from the rendezvous point, preparing to return to his duties as if nothing had happened. but deep inside, the weight of the situation felt heavier than before.

he knew, somehow, that the story he was now caught up in was far from finished.

and that was the part that scared him the most.

jiah walked through the quiet halls of the palace, her footsteps echoing in the stillness of the night. the oil lamps cast a warm, flickering glow on the stone walls, but the atmosphere still felt heavy, filled with the weight of the day's events. it had been a long day, longer than she had expected, full of surprises and awkward conversations. but now, the quiet of the palace at night felt almost comforting, like a space where she could breathe without anyone watching her, without the overwhelming weight of a world she still barely understood.

yiseo had finally drifted to sleep, her earlier insistence on a sleepover giving way to a reluctant slumber. jiah had reassured her that tomorrow would be a better day. jiah couldn't help but smile as she remembered the princess's pleading eyes, the way yiseo had clung to her in the darkness, begging for just one more story, one more moment.

as jiah made her way back to her quarters, she couldn't stop her mind from drifting back to the tea party earlier that afternoon. despite all of the nobles present, there had been one person who stood out, taehyung.

it wasn't that he had done anything particularly extraordinary. he was just... different. there was something about the way he moved, the quiet confidence with which he held himself that caught her attention. he wasn't a prince, not a lord, just a stable boy, one of the palace servants. but there was something about him that didn't quite fit in with the others. something intriguing about the way his eyes seemed to scan everything with a mix of curiosity and quiet awareness. jiah couldn't explain why, but he'd fascinated her.

it wasn't as if she was attracted to him, at least that's what she's been telling herself. i'm not from here, this isn't my world, he doesn't know me, he knows the other jiah was a mantra on repeat in jiah's head. who was he? what role did he play in this world, in the story that jiah had somehow become a part of? she had already begun to piece together small fragments of the plot since waking up in this unfamiliar world. she knew yiseo was the princess, that she would be forced into a political marriage, and that the princess was surrounded by a group of people whose lives seemed entwined with hers in ways jiah didn't fully understand.

but taehyung... he was a question mark.

as she walked, she found herself replaying every small moment, every glance they had exchanged. he hadn't said much, just a few brief words, but it had been the way he held himself, the way his eyes had locked onto hers for that fraction of a second, it made her feel something. but what, exactly? was it fascination? maybe. or something else, something far more dangerous. the way taehyung had interacted with the others, how his presence had been there, but never too much. he had been standing near the stables when she'd seen him, looking at ease in his servant's garb, his expression soft yet purposeful. there was a kind of calm about him, but also something else... a sharpness behind his eyes that didn't match his position. she had noticed the way he carried himself. like he belonged to something greater than his station. but what was it? and why did that matter to her?

jiah sighed, pushing her thoughts away. focus, jiah. there was no time for distractions. she needed to stay grounded, to keep her wits about her in this strange, new world. whatever role taehyung played, whatever mystery he held, was not her problem.

lost in thought, jiah wasn't paying attention to the path ahead until she nearly stumbled over a figure standing in the shadowed corridor, the faint glow of a nearby oil lamp casting just enough light to make him visible.

"taehyung," she breathed, surprised, her heart skipping a beat.

there he was, leaning casually against the stone wall, his tall frame a solid silhouette against the flickering light. the night air seemed to swirl around him, making his presence even more palpable. his deep brown eyes flickered over to her, and despite the dimness of the hallway, the warmth in his gaze seemed to burn just a little too intensely.

"jiah," his voice was smooth, like velvet, and yet there was an underlying softness, something that was almost intimate. his tone was light, almost teasing, but his eyes seemed to say more. "couldn't sleep?"

she shook her head, swallowing against the sudden heat that rose to her cheeks. "no, just making sure the princess is settled."

taehyung pushed off from the wall, stepping closer with a fluid grace that almost made her forget to breathe. there was an effortless ease to his movement, like he had all the time in the world. his gaze never wavered, though there was a strange intensity to it now. like he was studying her, like he was waiting for something, or perhaps waiting for her to say something.

"i imagine that's quite the task, getting the princess to bed," he said, his voice lower now, more knowing. "she must be a handful."

jiah felt the weight of his words, but more than that, she felt the way his proximity seemed to press in on her, his body now mere inches away, his scent a mix of warm earth and something undeniably masculine, something wild and untamed.

"it's..." jiah began, but her words faltered when she realized just how close he had gotten. she could feel the heat radiating off him now, could see the faint glimmer of starlight in his eyes. "it's my job," she finally managed, the words coming out a little too quickly, a little too breathless for her own liking.

"is it?" taehyung mused, his lips curving up into a knowing smile, but his eyes remained steady, searching. "seems like more than that to me." his eyes traced her features, lingering on her lips for a fraction of a second too long, before meeting her gaze again.

jiah's pulse quickened. there was no mistaking the intensity in his stare now, the quiet challenge in the way he held himself. she swallowed, trying to steady her nerves. "i didn't know the palace had such a beautiful night watchman," he added, his words dropping like a heavy secret between them. his gaze dropped just a fraction to her lips again, and jiah could feel the shift in the air. thick. electric. it was as if the space between them had suddenly vanished, leaving only the heat of their proximity and the charged silence hanging between them.

jiah wanted to pull away, to say something clever, but she couldn't. she was frozen. caught in the weight of his gaze. she could feel it in the air, thick and heavy. her heart raced as she tried to pull back, but there was nowhere to go. his presence filled every inch of the hallway, a quiet storm she couldn't escape.

"i'm no night watchman," she managed to say, her voice sounding small and breathless compared to the deep, assured cadence of his.

"no?" taehyung's lips curved up into a knowing smile, but his eyes remained steady, searching. "then what would you call yourself, jiah?" his name for her was a soft whisper, but it carried with it a sense of familiarity, like it had been on his lips for far longer than it actually had.

her heart thudded in her chest, the sudden intimacy of the moment making her body feel like it was under his control. he was too close, and she was too aware of everything. his breath against her skin, the subtle warmth of his body just inches from hers, the way the hallway seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in the silence of the night.

"i think you're mistaken," jiah mustered out, though it came out more uncertain than she meant it to. "i'm just a maid."

he leaned in, his face only inches from hers, his breath warm against her cheek. "a maid," he murmured, as though tasting the word on his tongue, "but with a fire i've yet to see in anyone else."

the sharpness of his words, the heat in them, stirred something within jiah. she could feel it in the air, thick and heavy. her heart raced as she tried to pull back, but there was nowhere to go. his presence filled every inch of the hallway, a quiet storm she couldn't escape.

and then, just as quickly as he had closed the space between them, taehyung pulled away, his smile now a full, teasing grin. "it's late, jiah. you should get some rest."

his voice was low and knowing, but there was something in the way his eyes lingered, as though he were leaving an unspoken invitation hanging in the air.

as he turned to leave, jiah stood frozen, her mind a whirlwind. what was that? she couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted in that brief moment, something dangerous and irresistible.

jiah stumbled through the narrow servant's hall, her heart still racing from the encounter. her breath came out in quick, shallow bursts, as if she had just run a marathon, and she could feel the warmth of taehyung's gaze still lingering on her skin. what just happened? the question echoed in her mind over and over, each repetition making her feel a little more unsettled, a little more confused.

as she rounded the corner, she could see the dim glow of the lanterns lighting the path to the servants' quarters, a small comfort in the otherwise silent halls. she needed to collect herself. she needed to figure out what to make of all of this. one day. it had only been one day, and already her world had turned upside down.

she couldn't stop thinking about taehyung. his presence had filled the hallway like a storm, strong, unavoidable, and intense. and his words, god, his words. the way he had looked at her, the way he had teased her, it all felt... wrong. wrong in the best, most bewildering way.

when she finally reached the door to the servants' quarters, she practically stumbled inside, her chest tight, her mind spinning in a million different directions. it was quiet here, a stark contrast to the storm of thoughts and emotions swirling inside her. the small room was dimly lit by a few candles, and the simple, humble furnishings seemed almost comforting compared to the grandeur of the palace.

she moved to the small mirror by the wash basin, running a shaky hand through her hair. how did it happen so fast? her reflection stared back at her, wide-eyed and unsure, as if asking the same question.

how could one day—just one day—turn into this?

her thoughts spiraled as she caught a glimpse of her own flushed face. her skin still hummed with the memory of taehyung's nearness, the feeling of his breath on her cheek, his gaze that had felt so intense, so possessive. no, no. i can't think like that. she snapped herself out of it, shaking her head. she had to keep herself together. this isn't a fairy tale.

yet, despite her internal protests, the memory of his voice, low and teasing, echoed in her ears. "you're mistaken... just a maid." the words had seemed innocent enough, but the way he had said them, with that knowing glint in his eyes, had been anything but innocent. it had been a challenge, an invitation.

and yet, he doesn't know who I am. he didn't know that she was no longer the jiah from this world. the jiah from this life. she was still trying to figure out who she was in this place, and yet here he was, making everything even more complicated. he had no idea who she really was, and the thought should have made her feel safer, but instead, it only made the tension in her chest grow heavier.

she sighed, sinking onto the edge of her bed, trying to collect her thoughts. i've been here for one day. she repeated it to herself, the words almost laughable. one day, and all this has happened? the realization only made her head spin further. how could she have possibly thought that this world would be easy to navigate? how could she have thought she could just slip in unnoticed, play the role of a maid, and quietly fade into the background?

and taehyung... her thoughts trailed back to him again. the way he had looked at her, the way he had made her feel like she was something more than just a maid in the eyes of the palace. he was nothing like she had expected. nothing like the distant servant from the novel. he was too... alive. too present.

why was he so captivating? jiah couldn't figure it out. maybe it was his mystery, the way he held himself with quiet confidence, as if he knew something no one else did. maybe it was his subtle teasing, the way he had gotten so close to her, testing her every reaction. or maybe it was just the way he made everything else in the world fade away for those few moments, his presence swallowing up everything around him.

god, why is this happening so fast? she had only just arrived. she didn't know what kind of world she was walking into, but it was clear now that it was far from the peaceful, quiet existence she had imagined. every person she met, every interaction she had, seemed to pull her further and further into this strange, dangerous game.

"i've only been here a day," she whispered to herself again, sitting on the edge of her bed, "and i'm already lost."

but the truth was, she wasn't just lost. she was entranced. taehyung had drawn her in without even trying, and now, she couldn't stop thinking about him. the way he had looked at her, the way he had touched her hand, god, she could still feel the heat of his fingers, the warmth of his touch.

he must be some kind of danger. the thought flashed through her mind like a warning, but it was no use. the more she tried to push him away, the more he seemed to invade her every thought.

and as the silence of the room pressed in on her, jiah couldn't help but wonder just how deep into this world she had already fallen, and just what kind of danger taehyung would lead her into next.

the soft murmur of the servants' quarters had lulled jiah into a strange quiet, the kind that settled over a place when everyone was either asleep or pretending to be. she had just started to strip the heavy layers of the day off. her dress slightly wrinkled, hair messy, and body sore from the constant rush of getting things ready for yiseo's tea party. when she heard it.

the noise that she heard before she blacked out.

the noise that brought her here.

a soft, melodic hum, like the wind weaving through the trees or the distant sound of waves caressing the shore, but unmistakably... human. it pulled at her, delicate and seductive, as though it were made just for her to hear.

it came from nowhere and everywhere all at once.

jiah froze, the suddenness of it causing her heart to skip. where is it coming from?

the voice wasn't just a lyricless melody this time, it was a lullaby, haunting and sweet, the kind of song you couldn't forget once you'd heard it. soft, high notes that danced through the air, wrapping themselves around her heart, tugging gently at her. it was unfamiliar, yet it felt deeply ingrained in her very bones.

come to me, jiah...

the words didn't come clearly, but the music that wove them together... the melody called to her in a language that felt ancient. she could feel it all through her chest, her soul, a pulse in the rhythm of her blood.

come...

jiah's breath hitched, and she took a hesitant step forward, her eyes scanning the room. there was no one else around, no sign of anyone, and yet, the song continued. how could no one else hear it?

her heart raced now, her gaze flicking toward the window. it was impossible to ignore the pull of the music. it's coming from the ocean, she realized, suddenly breathless with the thought.

without thinking, she rushed to the window, her hands trembling as she fumbled to push open the shutters. the night air hit her face, cold and sharp, and she inhaled deeply, almost tasting the salt of the sea on her tongue. the voice—the song—was louder now, clearer. jiah, come...

her eyes widened, her pulse thudding in her ears as she looked down at the long drop to the ground. but she didn't hesitate. there was something in her bones, something deep inside her, telling her she had no choice. she had to go.

she swung her legs out of the window and dropped, landing with a harsh thud. the pain of her scraped elbow shot through her, but she ignored it. there was only the call of the ocean, the song that beckoned her. she gritted her teeth and sprinted toward the water's edge.

the sound of her footsteps seemed to fade as she reached the shore, the wet sand soft beneath her feet. the waves crashed rhythmically, the silver moonlight dancing on the water, guiding her toward the horizon. the song was louder here, almost alive, filling the air with its haunting beauty.

come... jiah...

it was almost as if the ocean itself was singing to her. there was no mistaking it now. she was meant to follow it, meant to move closer, to surrender to whatever it was that waited for her.

her chest tightened, and she hesitated. the waves were gentle at first, lapping at her feet, but she could feel the deeper pull of the song, the deeper pull of the ocean. there was something here, something beyond the water, calling her. urging her to step forward.

jiah inhaled sharply, closing her eyes for a brief moment, letting the song wrap around her like a blanket. what was this? why did she feel so drawn to it?

before she could think any longer, she took another step, and then another, until the waves were just below her knees. she could feel the cool water swirl around her legs, and the song swelled in her ears, more insistent now. the melody was almost sweet enough to make her weep.

but then, as she stepped deeper into the ocean, she stumbled. the sand beneath her feet shifted, her foot slipping on a submerged rock, and she tumbled forward, her chest sinking into the cold, salty water. the shock of it took her breath away for a second, but it didn't matter. she was here, she had followed the song.

come... jiah...

the voice was almost a whisper now, coaxing her deeper, and she rose from the water, gasping for air. her skin prickled with the cold, her mind swirling with confusion. but she knew she had to get closer.

her heart hammered in her chest, and the world seemed to blur around her. the song was louder now, enveloping her entirely, making it impossible to focus on anything but its call.

jiah...

she took one more step, but then suddenly…

silence.

the song stopped. the air around her stilled.

jiah blinked, disoriented, as the waves seemed to lose their rhythm. the night, which had felt so alive moments ago, felt empty now. had she imagined it?

she stood there, drenched, her body trembling from the cold, the silence pressing in on her from all sides.

and then, just as quickly as it had stopped, a new sound filled the air. a voice, smooth and silken, like the moonlight itself.

“jiah...”

the voice was no longer coming from the ocean. no, it was much closer now. just behind her.

jiah's heart skipped a beat. her skin prickled with an electric awareness. she turned, her breath catching in her throat, and there he stood.

the figure before her was almost too beautiful to be real. his delicate, ethereal features glowed under the moon's light, casting an almost dreamlike aura around him. his shimmering blue hair, reminiscent of ocean waves under the sun, cascaded softly over his shoulders. the weight of his gaze was magnetic. captivating, impossible to ignore, and his slender frame seemed to sway with a grace that left her breathless.

he was... unreal.

the moonlight caught in his eyes, those enchanting, almost hypnotic eyes, and jiah felt her breath falter in her chest. it was as if he had stepped out of some forgotten myth, a being of both light and darkness, more stunning than any human could be.

his voice slid through the air, soft as silk but cutting through her like a blade, “jiah...” it wasn't just a name. it was an invitation, a challenge, a pull all wrapped in one. do you feel it?

her chest tightened as her heart fluttered, an unfamiliar heat blooming in her veins. she had to step closer, to see if he was real. his presence was consuming, pulling her in with an intensity that was almost too much to bear.

he stepped closer to her, his movements so fluid, so effortless, like he was part of the night itself. as he neared, she could feel the heat radiating off him, a warmth that was entirely too tempting in the cool air of the night.

“jiah...” his voice was almost a whisper now, the words sinking into her skin like the caress of the ocean's waves.

her breath quickened, her chest rising and falling with the weight of something unspoken between them, something electric. she couldn't move. couldn't think. all she could do was look at him, her body suddenly trembling with anticipation.

he reached out, just inches from her, his finger barely brushing the back of her hand. the touch was light, barely a whisper against her skin, but it felt like fire. her breath hitched as his presence seemed to envelope her entirely.

“do you remember me, jiah?” his words slid through her like liquid fire, igniting something deep within her that she couldn't quite explain.

her mind was a haze, swirling with confusion and undeniable attraction. “who are you?”

he smiled, the curve of his lips nothing short of wicked. “i'm someone you've always known…” his hand moved closer, the heat of it almost unbearable now, his fingers grazing her wrist.

“jiah...” the way he said her name made her feel like the world was bending to his will, her thoughts spinning. “you don't even know what you've forgotten...”

the air between them crackled with energy, their proximity too much, too intoxicating. jiah felt the burn of his touch all over her skin, the hunger in his gaze drawing her in further. her breath became shallow, every inch of her body aware of him, aware of this strange connection that felt so ancient, so primal.

before she could utter another word, his hand closed around her wrist, tugging her closer with a force that left no room for protest.

“jiah...” his voice was barely a whisper now, but it was enough to send shivers through her entire body. she could hear the unspoken promise in his words, the warning beneath the sweetness. “don't you want to remember?”

the air around them pulsed with something unspoken. jiah stood frozen, her heart racing, her pulse quickening. he had her in his grasp now, and there was no escaping whatever this was.

and before she could gather herself, he leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, his lips brushing her skin as he whispered

“jiah…”

jiah's breath hitched as the weight of his presence wrapped around her like a suffocating storm. his voice-smooth, deep, and impossibly close, caressed her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. she couldn't tell if it was the sea air or the heat coursing through her veins, but she felt alive in a way she hadn't before, as if every inch of her was waking up to something wild and untamed. the sound of her name leaving his lips lingered in the air, hanging like a promise that stirred something primal inside of her. why did she feel this way?

his hand, still warm against her wrist, loosened its grip but didn't let go completely. his fingers, long and delicate, brushed the skin of her arm, sending a wave of heat spreading through her body. jiah's heart pounded as her body instinctively leaned into him, unable to fight the pull, despite every warning in her mind.

who was he? she wanted to ask, but the question died before it could form. there was no room for questions. not when his presence overwhelmed her so thoroughly. he was close, so close that she could feel the brush of his breath against her skin, the faint scent of salt and something impossibly intoxicating, like a drug she didn't want to resist.

his eyes, eyes that seemed to see straight through her, held hers with an intensity that made her stomach flutter and tighten all at once. there was something about the way he looked at her, like he was pulling at strings deep inside her, unraveling the very fabric of who she was.

you're not supposed to be here, she thought. this shouldn't be happening.

but nothing could stop the way her body reacted to him, how the space between them felt like a magnetic force pulling them closer with each breath. he was warm, too warm, and jiah felt the heat of him spread to every inch of her skin, making her heart race faster, her chest tighter.

no, she thought again, trying to push away the heat that was slowly but surely consuming her. but when he leaned in, when his breath ghosted over her lips, when his scent-salt and something darker, richer-flooded her senses, she couldn't bring herself to move. couldn't pull away.

"do you remember me, jiah?" his voice was a husky whisper now, like a promise meant only for her. the words curled around her, wrapping her up in their warmth, in the weight of them. she felt his breath warm on her cheek, his lips brushing so close to her skin she could feel the tremor of his exhale. god, she wanted to ask, what are you doing to me?

but the question would never leave her lips.

his fingers trailed lightly down her arm, the touch sending sparks of heat all the way to her core. it wasn't just a touch; it was an invitation. a command. jiah's breath caught in her throat, and despite every ounce of logic screaming at her to step back, her body refused. it leaned into him, craving the warmth, the heat of his body, the intoxicating pull of his touch.

just one kiss, she thought, heart pounding. just one kiss and I'll walk away. I'll forget this.

I'll forget him.

but his lips never touched hers. instead, he brushed his lips against the curve of her neck, the sensation so feather-light and yet so overwhelmingly intimate that jiah gasped, her body trembling in response. his lips were like fire against her skin, a fire she couldn't put out even if she tried. the softest of touches, yet it left a trail of heat that burned like an imprint. why did he feel so familiar? it wasn't just his touch. it wasn't just the way he looked at her. there was something more to it. something that gnawed at her, deep in her gut.

"you're so beautiful," he murmured, the words rough against her skin. but it wasn't just a compliment. it was a caress. a branding. the way he said it, the way he looked at her, made her feel like the center of his universe, like she existed only for him. god, what was this?

jiah's knees weakened, and she swore she could hear her heart thundering in her ears, louder than the crashing waves at her back. the heat between them was unbearable now, sizzling in the air, so thick it seemed to wrap around her throat, pulling the breath from her chest.

he slid his hand to the back of her neck, holding her there, keeping her close. he wasn't pulling away. he was bringing her closer, his lips ghosting over her skin, closer to her lips, and then back down again, brushing the sensitive spot just below her ear. the sensation stole her breath.

his lips were dangerously close now, a whisper away. "do you feel it, jiah?" his voice was low, rougher now, filled with an unmistakable hunger. his lips were so close she could almost taste him, could almost feel the heat of him press against her mouth.

"you've always known me, haven't you?"

known me, the words echoed in her mind, known me... it wasn't a question anymore. it was an answer. and it felt like a lie.

she opened her mouth to speak, but the words got lost in the fog of her desire. her thoughts scattered, unable to focus, unable to form any coherent thought as the heat of him consumed her. she wanted to pull away, wanted to escape, but she couldn't. her body betrayed her, inching closer, begging for that kiss she thought she didn't want.

why am I doing this? jiah's mind screamed. what's happening?

his lips finally brushed against hers, feather-light, and the world around her seemed to dissolve into nothingness. the softest press of his mouth against hers sent a shock through her entire body. it wasn't a kiss. it was a promise, a brand, a claim. he was marking her, owning her with the sheer force of his presence.

his lips parted slightly, and jiah's breath hitched as his tongue brushed against hers, slow and deliberate, tasting her like she was the very air he needed to breathe. she felt herself responding despite the war inside her head, felt her body lean into him as he deepened the kiss, dragging her further into the whirlpool of his pull.

just as quickly as he kissed her, he pulled away, his mouth hovering above hers, his breath ragged, his voice a whisper. "I knew you'd remember me, jiah."

jiah's pulse raced, her mind whirling. her body was on fire, and she couldn't tell if it was from the kiss or from the dark, intoxicating promise he'd left behind.

"I'll see you soon," he whispered, the words heavy with intent, before he stepped back, his figure melting into the shadows, leaving jiah standing alone on the shore, breathless, dizzy, and consumed by the heat of him.

the sound of the waves crashed in her ears, but even their roar couldn't drown out the echo of his voice. you'll remember me.

jiah woke up with a start, her breath heavy and erratic, the remnants of the dream still clinging to her like fog. the room was dark, and for a moment, she simply lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of the wild, vivid images that had danced through her mind. it had felt so real—the kiss, the pull of the ocean, the figure standing there in the moonlight, calling her name. everything about it was seared into her memory, as if it had happened just moments ago.

her hands trembled slightly as she pushed herself up into a sitting position, her chest rising and falling in quick succession as she tried to shake off the last tendrils of sleep. it was just a dream, she told herself, her voice barely a whisper in the silence of the room. it couldn't have been real.

but even as she thought that, a deep, gnawing feeling settled in her gut. something about it all felt too... tangible. too vivid.

jiah glanced around the room, her gaze sweeping over the modest servant's quarters. the soft, dim light from the moon outside filtered in through the small window, casting long shadows against the walls. everything was still, too still, and for a moment, she felt like she was the only person in the entire world.

her heart still raced, the echo of the dream lingering in her veins, but she tried to ignore it. you're just tired, she reasoned. it's all just a dream.

but then, her eyes landed on her elbow, and the world seemed to stop. she blinked, her breath hitching in her throat. there, on her skin, was a fresh bruise, an angry purple mark near her elbow. it was tender to the touch, and as she moved her arm, a sharp sting shot through her.

jiah's hand froze as her mind raced. how? she thought, the pieces of the dream falling into place. that... that wasn't just a dream, was it?

her fingers trembled as she gingerly touched the bruise. it felt real. too real to be a product of her imagination. the scrape was raw, jagged, as if she had actually fallen and hit the ground. the memory of the jump, of the rush of wind and the pull of the ocean, came flooding back in waves. the ocean. the voice.

it was real.

she swallowed hard, her throat dry, as the weight of what had happened pressed down on her chest. the dream, or whatever it was, hadn't been a figment of her imagination. she had actually jumped from the window, scraping herself on the rough ground as she made her way to the beach, drawn to that voice. that voice that had called her name. she remembered the pull, the urgency, the way her heart had raced in those final moments.

but why? she couldn't understand it. why had she felt that pull, that connection to the ocean? why had she followed it?

and then, like a flicker of a distant memory, she remembered the figure at the water's edge, standing in the moonlight with silvery hair, a presence so powerful that it had almost knocked the air from her lungs. she had been drawn to him, irresistibly so. and the way he had said her name...

was it him? jiah wondered. was it really him?

her thoughts swirled in a haze of confusion, disbelief, and something else. something she couldn't quite put into words. she ran her fingers over the bruise again, the sensation grounding her, reminding her that what she had experienced was not a dream. it had been real, and now she was left with the weight of it all.

but why? she thought again, her mind racing. why me?

as she sat there, trying to piece together the fragments of the dream, or whatever it was, she realized she had no answers. the only thing she knew for certain was that her life in this strange new world was about to take a turn she hadn't been prepared for.

with a shaky sigh, she pulled the covers around her, sinking back into the bed. her heart still pounded in her chest, and the remnants of the kiss, of the pull of the ocean, lingered in her thoughts.

she closed her eyes, trying to push it all out of her mind. but she knew, deep down, that she wouldn't be able to forget it. not now. not ever.

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