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rebirth (m)︱one

summary: as you enter a completely new world, you realize that do-overs aren’t always a good thing.

pairing(s): jeon jungkook x feminine reader, park jimin x feminine reader

genre: vampire au

warnings: mentions of death, blood

Eden was built upon the idea of insatiable bloodlust and overall vampiric superiority. It was a place that one could not find so easily unless they were of a supernatural bloodline, completely hidden in the darkest depths of forest and underground beneath the fae tribes. Eden became a place where vampires could come to sate their hunger, discover their hard limits when it came to feeding, truly come into their own as a monster.

There were also strict rules, of course, rules that prevented the general public of creatures from becoming truly unhinged murderers. Jin made sure that no one could enter his sanctuary without a background check first, as well as other stipulations that caused hundreds of bloodsuckers to give him unbelievable amounts of money. If there was one thing Jin was before a vampire, it was a businessman.

Jin also hated a lot of things; humans, law and order, women who thought they could seduce him, idiots that turned their children into vampires, and above all else, Park Jimin.

So, it wasn't a surprise to anyone when the first thing he did upon visiting Jimin's little secluded cabin was pulled his signature combat knife from his pocket and glared at the annoyed, younger man. Well, it was a surprise for you. Jimin had only mentioned this 'all-knowing' Jin as his old friend, but you saw past that lie the moment the tall, powerful man stepped through the door with Chae in tow.

His expression was both deadly and handsome in equal parts. He had the kind of face that was hard to forget, especially given that a pair of terrifying fangs was placed between his plump pink lips. Behind him, Chae was rolling her eyes at the animosity radiating from both men as they circled each other like wolves. Jimin's face gave nothing away in terms of fright, but you did notice how he quickly gulped once he spotted the shiny weapon Jin wielded. Chae cleared her throat.

"If you two little girls are done pulling pigtails, I'd like to get back to the real issue." She said before turning around to you, lying on the living room couch with a puke bucket beside you filled with blood. Jin and Jimin couldn't hear her, they stared each other down until they were sure neither would make a sneak attack once the other moved.

"Don't mistake me not punching this knife through your heart for a truce..an understanding. Mercy. Chae's like family to me." Jin spoke with such hatred that it scared you. He then turned to you, cruel brown eyes examining you like a science experiment. He made you feel ashamed to be in the position you were in like you weren't even worthy of being in his presence when you looked so unkempt. You hadn't looked in a mirror in such a long time, but if you had to guess, you probably resembled the walking dead. Not a comforting fact when you realized everyone in the afterlife is objectively hot.

Jin stalked towards you, crouching once he'd reached your position on the couch. He was so near to you, you nearly forgot how to breathe. Everything about him radiated power and wisdom beyond years. His hand raised to you and you flinched back. He chuckled at your weariness and used his hand to feel the temperature on your forehead.

"You're a jumpy one," He whispered. "I won't hurt you. You must be scared." His voice turned so incredibly soft as he felt all over you, checking your heartbeat and pulse rates. "Is there anything you have a craving for at the moment?" He asked. You shook your head. The idea of blood seemed disgusting to you, especially since you were chucking it up by the boatload. "Are you experiencing sharp pains in your stomach? Speak up."

"Yes. It hasn't gone away." You were aware that your voice was cracked and weak, but there was nothing you could do to stop it. In Chae's long absence, Jimin had given you water, soup, bread and anything that he thought might help get you back in working condition. Nothing stuck. He nodded.

"Any other abnormal instances you'd like to tell me about?"

You think. "It hurts to open my eyes for too long. Sounds are too loud. Lights too bright. My teeth ache.”

He nodded, "Okay, all normal for a transition."

"And I don't remember anything."

He paused. "What do you mean by that? You don't remember being turned?" He asked. Jimin and Chae both lean forward for your explanation and you could feel yourself tearing up as you have to say it for the first time.

"I don't remember myself...who I was...what I did. I know I had a family and friends, but I don't remember them. I don't know who I am." You sniffled and blinked back the tears threatening to fall. Jin barely reacted to your hysterics. He forced your body up as you whimpered, hands traveling up to your head. He prod in a few spots, taking note of your physical reaction to him.

"She's possibly concussed from her death. The healing process hasn't fully started yet because she hasn't been properly fed. Chae, you said you gave her what type of blood?"

She frowned. "I gave her every type. She barfed it all back up afterward. And she still fucking is. Jin, I don't fucking get it. What's going on?"

"I don't think she needs human blood. That shit only made her sick, it's killing her from the inside out. There are very few cases where this happens, you see. One hundred percent of the time it's an instance where another supernatural species has been turned into a vampire hybrid," Jin scoffed out before turning back to you. He wore a glare now. "And you're trying to tell me that you don't know who the fuck you are."

"Hey!" Jimin shouted, rushing to stand beside you. "Look at her, man! Does it look like she's fucking lying? She has absolutely nothing to gain." He tried to reassure the angry man, but Jin shook his head.

"She has everything to gain. A little half-breed trying to infiltrate my territory and report back to wherever the fuck she came from. You said you found her where? Bleeding out in the middle of our woods?" Jin asked Chae, who looked just as angry as Jimin.

"Shut the fuck up, Jin. If I hadn't found her, she would've died. It would be a pretty shitty plan if it were a real plan and not a delusional fairytale that comes from years of being an asshole to everyone you meet." She seethed.

"Being around Jimin for so long has made you soft, Chae."

Jimin sneered. "The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

You sat back and tried to make yourself smaller. Death was beginning to sound like a better fate than to be tied up in the mess unfolding before you. And they just kept going, arguing back and forth, voices rising higher and higher until it felt like all Hell would break loose. Your ears couldn't take the ringing. It protruded your sensitive eardrums like nails against a chalkboard. You finally screamed.

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!"

You clutched your head in pain from even your own voice. The three vampires paused their bickering and turned to you with wide eyes. You grabbed Jin, uncaring of his thoughts of you, and used him to lift yourself into a standing position. He raised an eyebrow at that but let you continue to struggle on your two feet, holding the lapels of his pea coat and glaring up at him.

"I don't give a fuck what you think I'm trying to do. Fix me or fucking kill me." You choked out. Jin smirked. The siblings watched the scene with bated breath, praying that you didn't just sign your death certificate. Jin always was a wild card.

"Fine," Jin said. "Assuming that you are a poor, defenseless little brat, I will help you move forward in your transition process." He said and Chae let out a sigh of relief. Jimin still stared, worried. "However, if you so dare as to cross me, you're going to wish you died." He threatened, which you didn't take lightly. You nodded in understanding. "I can't help you in this dump where there are only cartoon character Band-Aids and trash cans as puke buckets. You need to come with me. To Eden."

His eyes bore into yours so intensely that you had to turn. You glanced at Chae, your savior, for her okay on the admission. She bit her bottom lip, refusing to look directly at you.

"You can't take a baby vamp to that fucking cesspool." Jimin glared.

"She's a big girl, I'm sure she can make her own decisions." Jin continued to stare down at you. "Jimin's only upset because Eden is only for the most elite of vampires and he isn't on the guest list. We have the best of resources for a fresh one such as yourself. I'll take care of you. And maybe, when you're feeling better, you can come back here to visit." He persuaded. It didn't sound like a bad idea.

"Say something to her, Chae."

"I don't think you have a choice. Jin isn't all bad. He's right, actually. We can't help you like this." She pouted. "You'll be in better hands with him. And I'll visit you every day to make sure you're alright."

Jimin rolled his eyes. "Not what I meant."

Thankfully, you still had common sense and deductive reasoning skills. Even you could tell that Jin wasn't a person you'd want to ever cross, but he seemed to have a solution to your problem and you didn't want to spend the rest of your life on a metaphorical death bed. Or an actual one. Could vampires die of starvation?

The dark glint in his eyes told you all that you needed to know; you definitely wouldn't be coming back to visit Jimin. The blonde boy's eyes were telling you not to leave with Jin, but you also had to take into account that they both didn't like each other. The most important opinion, you thought, belonged to the sweet girl that saved you. You couldn't ignore the pull you've had to her ever since you took your first breath of life, the way that you wanted to run to her the most for comfort, how you instinctively trusted every word she spoke with your entire being. So no matter how big and pleading the boy's eyes were, you couldn't agree with him.

"I'll go with you." You whispered to Jin. Jimin visibly deflated.

"Smart girl." Jin praised with a small smile. His eyes cut to Jimin. "We'll be on our way now. Let's hope we never have to see each other again." He said.

"If you truly felt that way, you never would have turned me in the first place, Jin. But, by all means, get the fuck out of my house. And keep her away from your little lackeys." Jimin spat at the older man. You glanced between both of them in alarm, soaking in all the new information before Jin grabbed your arm and started pulling you to the door. Chae gave you a meaningful look as you passed her and it gave you enough strength to mindlessly follow along with the older vampire.

You were finally alone with him, in the dead of night, but it didn't feel as terrifying as you thought it would. Maybe because once you two got a far enough distance from the cottage, he dropped the 'bad guy' front and offered to carry you the rest of the way. Jin was intimidating as all hell, but you couldn't limp through the forest for who knows how much longer so you fell into his arms graciously.

"Is is...far?" You asked after about five minutes of walking through the forest.

The man grunted. "You know, you talk an awful lot for a sick person with amnesia."

"I said one thing."

There wasn't much talking after that besides your occasional coughing fits and general pit stops to upchuck whatever blood was left in your system. Jin sneered, whispering 'how much fucking blood did that girl give you' before speeding up his pace. There wasn't much to focus on in the meantime, except for the tall trees looming over you, seemingly touching the clouds. The noises of owls hooting and bats flapping rapidly overhead.

Jin also turned into a focus point. You admired his classically handsome features and how powerful he could look without doing much of anything. You wondered about his unclear history with Jimin and Chae and why he was so adamant on intimidating Jimin.

Jimin had mentioned that Jin used to be his friend, so maybe they had a huge falling out some time ago that didn't involve Chae. Maybe, once upon a time, they were all like a happy family. You wished you could remember your family. It was all blurry, vague hints of memories with no real faces or names, just locations and scenery, and heavy nostalgia.

"I can feel you thinking." He said after a few minutes of you stewing in a stale silence. "It'll be best for us both if you held out on trying to figure things out until we've figured out a sustainable way of living for you." He advised with a scold.

"I can't help it. It feels like missing puzzle pieces. And it's odd because I still know how the world functions; I know that vampires are supposed to be something like myths, I know the melodies to songs I can't name right now, I know that I was terrified of dying. But I don't know what I did...the decisions I made to lead me here." You confessed.

Jin nodded. "Ignorance is often bliss."

"But I don't have an identity."

"Isn't that a blessing?" Jin began with a smirk. "To not have any preconceived notions made by others about who you are? To have an open range of possibility regarding your morals, values, ethics...it's quite exhilarating. You can be whoever the fuck you want to be with no judgment."

"No judgment?" You asked, weakly. You doubt that anyone could just do whatever and get away with it.

He laughed. "This is the supernatural world. It takes a lot for people to collectively judge you, trust me. The way I see it, you've been given a gift."

Jimin had mentioned that before. A gift.

"Human life weighs down on us. We wander back to check in on family and friends...and we see them grieving and moving on, gradually forgetting about us. We see them getting into trouble that we know we could fix, but we can't interfere. Most of us don't get over it. New life is painful, but I think you'll adjust just fine." Jin said before halting to an abrupt stop.

You would've never expected to be standing in front of an old half burned down hospital building. There were at least three floors, or they're used to be given that most of the third floor looked chopped off. It was only scarcely boarded up and had tree vines crawling up over every visible wall. You skimmed over the old building with a disgusted look in your eyes.

"You've gotta be kidding me. Jin, if you're going to kill me, you could've just done it three miles ago. I'd rather not die inside of this dungeon of horrors." You whined pathetically which Jin had the gall to laugh at you for.

"My dear, this 'dungeon of horrors' is the gateway to Eden. Stop wiggling so much, you'll be fine." He assured.

The moment that he stepped inside, a crow yelped rather loudly in the sky, something so immediate and timed that you knew for a fact it was no coincidence. Jin carried you forward, towards a hidden area filled with moss and shrubbery. Before you could protest, Jin had already set you down on the cold concrete and pulled out his combat knife. You prepared to be skinned alive, but the knife dug into his own skin instead. The blade pierced the palm of his hand causing dark red blood to drip. He placed his hand in front of him onto a particular piece of concrete, letting his blood fall onto the pavement in a pattern you weren't familiar with.

"What are you doing?" You asked.

"Eden has many different entrance locations, all of which require a blood offering to unlock the doors." He explained just as the seemingly normal floor under you began to sink downwards. You panicked for a moment, grabbing onto Jin's leg as the ground carried you lower than you ever wanted to go. He lent back down to pick you up again, but this time you wrapped your arms around his neck, fearing what would happen if he ever set you down again.

Amongst the bare walls now surrounding you was a heavy-looking metal door. Jin took you towards it, hitting it in a rhythmic tap that was too intricate to be improvisation. The door flew open immediately, revealing a dark hallway.

Your heart raced unintentionally.

You didn't know that Jin could hear your heart beating rapidly as clear as he could hear you speaking to him, so you didn't see his mildly concerned look down at you as you clutched onto him like a safety net. He sighed.

"Do you still want to do this?" He asked. It was so unexpected of him that you eased up on your grip and stared, unsure of how to respond.

"If you mean survive, then yes. I trust you."

"You just met me, dear. It's incredibly stupid to trust strangers." He scolded you not unlike a father would and it made you smile for a split second.

"As if I really have other options, Dracula. Get a move on it before I really pussy out because I can't take looking at this creepy place a second longer." This time Jin laughed and simply adhered to your wishes, speeding through the door and into the hallway. Behind you, the door slammed shut on its own and you could hear the floors lifting once again.

You kept your eyes shut as you sped through the long hallway. Until the faint sound of music tingled your eardrums and Jin came to a sudden halt. "Welcome to Eden. Let's get you settled in somewhere."

Hesitantly, you opened your eyes to examine whatever hell hole you've been brought to, and you couldn't help the gasp that tore through you. Jin smirked at your reaction.

"I think you'll have a good time here, so long as you don't wander off by yourself or run accidentally into JK."

"Who?"

#bts fanfic #bts angst #bts scenarios #jeon jungkook fic #jeon jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook x oc #jimin x reader #park jimin fic #bts smut #bts fic

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gukknj · 6 years ago

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rebirth (m)︱prologue

summary: as you enter a completely new world, you realize that do-overs aren’t always a good thing.

pairing(s): jeon jungkook x feminine reader, park jimin x feminine reader

genre: vampire au

warnings: mentions of death, blood

Rebirth.

The concept in itself was a deep-rooted disorienting irony that not many could put into comprehensive words unless they were philosophers or nature-worshipping stoners. However, in this case, it was quite literal. To spend a long period of time gaining essential things to live; sight, taste, smell, touch, sound, and everything in between before being thrust into the world. To have a mother hold you in her arms for the first time, overwhelmed that she has created such a life. There were a lot of similarities, of course. But nothing was comforting about your predicament, if only the arms wrapped tightly around your body, squeezing in reassurance and support.

You took your first breath and it took all of your energy to do so, to breathe. You didn't remember breathing to be so draining, at least not to the point where you had to focus extremely hard to get a steady flow of oxygen in and out of your mouth. The air choked you until you were a sputtering mess, coughing up whatever your stomach couldn't hold down. Your eyes shot open as the retched substance continued projecting from your mouth, and you would've found the dark red blood spilling into the ground below you more alarming had your eyes didn't cause such a burning sting. It seemed as if everything inside of you was broken. Even the sounds of nature that you vaguely remembered, birds chirping and squirrels running, it was so grating and painful to your sensitive ears.

"Fuck," a melodic voice cursed in a whisper to the right of you. That's when you noticed the hands on your shoulder, trying desperately to rub your pain away. It took much of your strength to turn and open your eyes to see the person. The vibrancy of her red hair shocked your corneas, you had to blink rapidly to finally get a true focus on the girl. She had small worry lines on her forehead and her pink lips were pulled into a frown, but even so, she remained breathtaking. If you didn't feel like you were in hell, you would've first thought of her as a sweet, cherubic angel.

"It's okay, honey. It's okay. You're going to be fine." She assured in rushed whispers, still rubbing your shoulders and back to help you calm down. "I'm going to take you home, okay? It's safe there. I'm going to carry you now, alright? Don't worry, I got you." The redhead's soothing voice calmed you like a lullaby as you surrendered your body weight into her strong arms.

It was hard to recall things. Your location, friends, family, name - they all slipped from your memory as a dream would. You remembered feelings, mostly. Feeling elated as you spent your last day with someone you loved. Feeling depressed after losing someone you loved. Feeling frightened in the final moments of your life. As your brightly colored savior carried you with ease, you used the time to zero in on her features and hopefully trigger a memory of her. Her skin shone bright like honeydew, healthy and without a blemish that you could distinguish. Her cheeks reminded you of a chipmunk's, fleshy and round but still incredibly endearing, much like her naturally pouty lips.

You're sure that her image was burned into your mind as your eyes fluttered shut once again. You weren't asleep but you wished that you were, if only so you couldn't hear everything making noises around you.

Why didn't you just die? Why are you here again?

You barely had time to properly rationalize the ever so annoying stream of questions running through your mind. The girl came to a halt. You forced your heavy eyelids up, blinking rapidly to get yourself to focus. In the blur of your worldview and through the shadows of the night, you could make out a cottage style home and a man standing on the steps to the front door. You wished for the mental capabilities to decipher what his expression looked like. Did the redhead bring you back to face your demise a second time? A pang of fear shot through your heart, and it triggered another bout of blood to come spewing out of your mouth.

The girl sniffled and held your failing body closer. She smelled of strawberries and fabric softener, a combination that had you burrowing yourself into her right back. You didn't really understand what was going on, but there were lots of silent looks exchanged between the man and woman, lots of muffled words you couldn't quite make out and didn't care to as the girl carried you into the lodge. Your body was placed carefully onto a creaky table and left alone. You strained your ears to hear the conversation that began once they entered a different room.

"I don't fucking know what's wrong with her, Jimin. I - I was just trying to, you know, fucking save her goddamn life and she wakes up like that." The girl's sweet voice turned gradually manic, wavering ever so slightly. "And...and her body kept rejecting the blood, like, the blood wasn't working and then she kept throwing up and fuck, fuck, fuck, I think I really did something wrong." She cried. The man soothed her with soft reassurances. His voice was just as delicate as hers, if not more.

"You didn't do anything wrong. Something isn't right with her, we just don't know what yet. Do you know her name?" Jimin asked. Silence. "Do you know anything about her?" He continued. A huge sigh. "I need you to go to Eden and get Jin. He'll know what to do."

"I'm not leaving her here with you. She's going to lose her fucking mind. she doesn't even know you."

"You're the only one of us able to access Eden without burning fucking alive, Chae. Being alone with me for a few hours is the least of this poor girl's worries."

Their voices lowered to angry whispers and you could tell that there was a lot more push and pull before, five minutes later, the girl ("Chae") had run out of the door. You swallowed back a thick clump of bloody vomit threatening to shoot out of you, then allowed yourself to let the water building in your eyes fall to your ears. Small footfalls on the creaky, old floor were your only indication that you weren't alone anymore.

"I'm not here to hurt you." He began. It wasn't as reassuring as he hoped it'd be because you snorted immediately. "My name is Jimin." He grabbed a stool and slid it beside the table to sit. Seeing your drained, puffy face made him feel even worse about your situation. "I know this is all very confusing, but I'll try to explain. You died." He put simply. You nodded at him, fearing how rough you'd sound if you spoke in comparison to his angelic voice. "My younger sister, Chae, brought you back to life. Not necessarily the same life, though. A new life."

You coughed, trying to clear your throat in preparation for speaking. "Dying." You croaked, pointing to yourself. Jimin shook his head and his shaggy blonde hair shook with him. Even in the dim lighting, he was a dreamboat, clearly resembling his sister in more ways than one.

"You aren't dying. Your body is just struggling to get used to its new form."

"Form?"

He answered with an unhelpful nod. Form. Were you still a human being? The new bit of information shook you to the core. Terror is what you felt, and it reminded you of your death. You only remembered the feeling of terror taking over your body until you couldn't breathe anymore. Hyperventilating.

Jimin quickly pulled the top half of your body up and wrapped your arms around him. Your sharp breaths wouldn't slow. The air was trying to suffocate you once again.

"Hey, slow down. It's okay." He murmured into your hair. "Nothing bad will happen to you. I'm here to help. You know, I used to be scared of all this too. I used to cry and shake and beg for someone to kill me again." He whispered. You managed to slow down your panicked pants to listen to his words. "But, above all else...you're alive. Your first life isn't always a gift, it's usually harsh and eye-opening and depressing. Second life is a gift. It means that you can start over with all the knowledge you've previously gained in the last life. You're wiser and more attuned to your instincts, more than any human could ever be." You'd pulled yourself from his embrace to see his face.

"We aren't humans." You wanted it to be a question, but his story was enough confirmation.

"I don't think we ever truly were." He said. Before you could ask what the hell that was supposed to mean, a sharp stinging pain hit your lower stomach causing you to cry out in distress. Jimin tried to soothe you. "It's going to hurt for a little while until we find a better alternative. I have an old friend, Jin, who knows all about these things. He's on his way."

One question still lingered on your mind. A question that both frightened and excited you.

"Jimin," you whispered. He looked down at you, clear worry etched onto his beautiful face. "You can make fun of me if this is wrong...or call me an idiot or whatever but I have to ask." You fiddled with your fingers, pouting. You didn't quite know how to describe it. "Am I, like," hesitantly, you use your index fingers as prosthetic fangs and mock a hiss. You didn't want to say it because it sounded ridiculous. Granted, the goofy demonstration wasn't a better alternative.

It was the first time you saw him smile and his face scrunched up so adorably, his eyes turning into little crescent moons, not unlike a cartoon character. However, it was unsettling given the subject matter.

"Cute. You're going to be a lovely little bloodsucker." He cooed. Your breath caught in your throat. Bloodsucker. Jimin smiled and you knew that no matter how your life was before, no matter what you did or how you did it, it was all gone down the drain and you'd never get it back.

#bts fanfic #bts angst #bts scenarios #bts fic #jeon jungkook fic #park jimin fic #jungkook x reader #jimin x reader #jungkook x oc #jeon jungkook x you #bts smut

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gukknj · 7 years ago

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legend: ☼ ― fluff | ☁ ― angst | ☾ ― smut

knj

★ mind games ― ☁ / ☾

↳ one

jjk

★ rebirth ― ☼ / ☁ / ☾

↳ prologue / one

myg

★ mind games ― ☁ / ☾

↳ one

#masterlist

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MIND GAMES (1)

pairing: min yoongi x reader, kim namjoon reader

genre: angst

rating: 18+

warnings: douchebag!yoongi, jealous!yoongi, cursing

word count: 4.8k+

The fact that you were ten minutes into another conversation about philosophy and didn't have a drink in your hand was genuinely irritating, especially given how long these conversations usually lasted. The music was light and atmospheric in his dorm room, harmonizing seamlessly to the soft fairy lights hung on his otherwise empty walls so meticulously. The thought placed into the minimalist design of his room is something to be admired, but that's how Namjoon generally is ‒ conscientious and precise about every little detail ‒ and this trait carries on over into his conversations. You figure that was the reason why you were so bored listening to him explain the inner workings of Plato's trial and errors, but you couldn't blame that on Namjoon, you're sure that anyone would be bored if they had to hear philosophy mumbo-jumbo outside of a classroom.

You nod along with him in false interest, but your eyes continuously glance towards the bottle of alcohol he has on his nightstand - a bottle that is being used and abused by his friends, poured out carelessly into red solo cups. It'll most likely be empty before you even get a chance to get out of Namjoon's school lesson trap and you haven't even had a proper cup to down.

You like Namjoon well enough, he is the first person you go to after class if you need help with your notes and he never refuses you studious advances no matter how horrific your understanding of the subject matter is. You met him during orientation and immediately made note of his raspy voice and impossibly pronounced dimples. He's someone so annoyingly smart and handsome in equal parts that it makes you upset, sometimes. So, obviously, when he has these small get-togethers and thinks to invite you to his dorm with only a handful of others, you happily clear your schedule and accept. You figure it's the least you could do, if only so that you don't feel like you're only associating with him for his free tutoring and excellent note-taking abilities. And it's not like you don't enjoy that beautiful glint he gets in his eyes when he speaks of something he's passionate about or the mesmerizing grin that slowly takes over his face when you can also appreciate whatever he got to rambling about. You loved it. However, you realize sadly that tonight none of it is working on you and you'd rather keep to yourself than to hear Namjoon question the universe. You have just enough energy to fake a smile and nod enthusiastically to whatever profound thoughts he was gushing about.

Namjoon's friends changed the music from the soft easy-listening track to a hard-hitting rap song, turning up the volume so that the bass could vibrate through the floor. The mood amongst them changes drastically as they all begin shouting and dancing along to the familiar explicit lyrics and it's only then does Namjoon pause in his one-sided conversation with you. His eyes drag to his friends exhaustedly like he's had to deal with this for so long that it doesn't even phase him anymore. You're momentarily entertained, at least, by the suddenly fun commotion and his friends acting like complete idiots. You've never interacted for too long with Namjoon's group, but they all seem pretty lively, something that you rarely see out of their friend. He gives up on scolding his friends once he sees how happy they all are, jumping and singing and drinking.

"Hey, lover boy, stop being lame and turn up!"

You blush at the implication behind his friend's words and look up to spot whoever said it. Of course, it was the more outspoken of his group, Kim Taehyung. The only thing louder than his constantly babbling mouth is his absurdly unique name-brand clothes. Taehyung was the first person of Namjoon's unusually large group that you met. It was right after one of your scheduled study sessions when his obnoxious friend came hurdling towards him with the crudest story about how he had just gotten the 'worst head of his life' inside of a Burger King restroom. He only noticed you standing awkwardly beside Namjoon three minutes into his traumatizing story, to which he gave you a dismissive wave and mentioned that you should consider investing in Chapstick. Namjoon literally had to talk you down from the angry rant you were about to attack Taehyung with, assuring you numerous times that sometimes his friend could be a dick but overall he was a nice person. You scoffed at the time, but over the past couple of months, you've given Taehyung the benefit of the doubt. Namjoon glares at his friend with venom in his eyes, silently commanding him to shut the hell up.

Taehyung shrugs. "Being mad at me never gets anyone anywhere!" He says before turning towards whatever naïve girl he scooped up from campus to warm his lap for the night. Jimin is beside him, downing another drink from his cup as he dances loosely to the music blaring from the speakers. There's no room to deny that even in his drunken state, he moves like a professional dancer, body rolling like water. Hoseok is laid out on the small couch with a vacant expression on his usually lively face, flushed with drunkenness.

You've met Jimin and Hoseok both on separate occasions that didn't involve Namjoon. You and Jimin frequent the same gym, usually giving each other waves of acknowledgment in passing from the number of times you see each other. He's probably the most beautiful boy you've ever seen in real life, like a doll almost and you can't help but turn jittery if his attention is solely on you. You and Hoseok were once partnered up for a small project in English, so you're already aware of his charms and infectious happiness. Usually, Hoseok is the life of the party anywhere he ends up, but you've come to realize that one too many drinks in his system drown out his energy ten-fold. You'd find his crankiness much cuter if you weren't so out of it.

"We were in the middle of a conversation, Tae." Namjoon whines as Taehyung decides to grind on his girl of the week. A low grumble resounds from your far left and you almost forget that Min Yoongi was also occupying the room with you, he's so incredibly quiet sometimes that it's easy to misplace him.

"More like you were in the middle of a conversation," He mutters just loud enough for anyone next to him to hear, all the while staring you and Namjoon down with those accusing eyes. Kim Taehyung is somewhat of a bastard to you (and anyone who has ever met him), but unlike Taehyung, Yoongi has always seemed to have a real problem with your presence. You catch his cold glares in the oddest of moments, in situations where you're studying with Namjoon or laughing with Hoseok, his indifference towards you is always so palpable that no words about it ever has to be spoken. It's only when you're accidentally left alone with him for a moment does he ever voice his disdain for you, usually in short, spiteful sentences that involved you being a 'demon' or whatever. In turn, you've grown your own disliking towards him, if not for his callous attitude towards you, then for the way he acts like he knows more than everyone around him. You've tried to convince Namjoon on multiple occasions that his friend is an actual demonic entity but you're always met with laughter. Yoongi's thin lips curve up into a mean smirk when notices your scowl. You roll your eyes and move to stand up from Namjoon's perfectly made bed.

"You know what, I think there may be an over-abundance of testosterone in this room," You pull yourself up and stretch, ignoring Namjoon's cries of that you stay with him. It's not his fault that you weren't feeling well enough to engage in this scene. You catch Yoongi's intense glare as you grab your purse from the bed. "I should get back to my place and make sure Lisa isn't binge-watching those true crime shows. She'll end up sleeping with a bat, trust me it isn't pretty." You laugh nervously. If Namjoon's pout is anything to go by, he's inconvenienced by your decision to leave.

"I'll walk you back!" He insists, but you wave him off.

"It's alright, Joonie, you should stay here and make sure that idiot doesn't burn this place to the ground," You nod your head towards Taehyung who was lighting up a blunt at that very moment. Namjoon curses and walks to Taehyung to remind him of his strict rule on smoking in his room. You use the opportunity to slither your way out through his door and into the deserted hallway of his building.

That's definitely the last time you agree to hang out later than midnight with a bunch of boys.

You're just getting your bearings together, flipping your phone from your back pocket to call up Lisa and see if she was busy when the door behind you opens again. You slide to the right, avoiding whoever decided to walk out on Namjoon and continued trying to contact your roommate. Lisa has the odd habit of bringing back her boyfriend at random intervals of the day and sexiling you until further notice, so you always check in with her before returning, out of respect for your eyeballs. A loud cough startles you out of your phone. You glance beside you and frown.

"Min Yoongi. What do you want?" You ask with an unprecedented attitude flowing through every word.

"I'm walking you back." He says, and you can't stop the laugh from leaving your mouth. Yoongi has never offered you even a breadcrumb, he probably wouldn't rush to grab a water bottle if you were set on fire, so you don't feel the slightest bit in the wrong when you flip him off.

"Fuck off." You reply before turning and walking down the hall by yourself. His soft footsteps behind you prove that you hadn't been stern enough.

"I feel so sorry for Namjoon." He comments off-handedly. It almost makes you pause, but you keep walking until you get to the elevator and then press the call button. His presence beside you is very prickly and overt, there's no way that you could ever possibly focus on anything else once you notice his undivided attention on you. "It must be so exhausting to chase after such a stuck up bitch."

You whip around with a chilling glare. He's never deterred by your reactions, though. He enjoys getting a rise out of you, that much has been obvious from the very first day you met him, and foolishly you give into his mind games. That's all Min Yoongi is ‒ mind games. He knows he's got you, you can tell by the kink in his right eyebrow.

"I must've been really fucking blackout drunk the day I met you." You can't help but comment and then immediately wish you hadn't, because while there's always been a mutual hatred between yourself and Yoongi, one night in your history could refute that fact. It was ages ago before you'd even known he was acquainted with Namjoon and doesn't matter or count. Yoongi smiles to himself as if recalling every detail of your embarrassing encounter about a year ago.

"You only had two drinks the entire night, you know that as well as I do. I can't help that I'm irresistible to you."

"Fuck you," You say as you press down on the elevator call button ten more times, ready to leave this entire night behind. "Did you just come out here to antagonize me?"

"No. I'm walking you home."

You scoff. "I don't want you to, I can take care of myself. Besides, I'd rather take my chances of dodging the rapists and murderers than spend another minute talking to you." It wasn't entirely true, but you just wanted him to realize that he couldn't keep walking all over you and not expecting any harsh comments back. But that was counter-productive seeing as Yoongi enjoys rousing you to the point of expletives. It's frustrating that you can never win around him, frustrating and suffocating.

"Brave girl," he sneers just as the elevator dings and separates its doors. "Yet, so unappreciative."

You don't wait to hear whatever other nonsense he was going to spew at you, running into the elevator and pressing the lobby button as fast as you could. As Yoongi boards the lift with you instead of leaving as you hoped, you silently scolded yourself for denying Namjoon's kind invitation of walking you back in the first place. You didn't even understand how Namjoon and Yoongi were so impossibly close with their clashing personalities - surely, loving the same genre of music isn't enough for such a sustained friendship.

"Fine, trail behind me like some sick puppy, but don't expect me to speak to you."

He huffs at that but doesn't say anything more to you as the elevator slowly descends. Using any excuse to avoid contact with him, you pull your phone back up and dial Lisa's number. You could feel Yoongi's stare burning through your skin as you waited for your friend to pick up her phone.

"Hey, Cupcake!" Lisa greets and a wave of relief washes over you just hearing her voice, even if it was calling you that stupid nickname she appointed you when you first met. You fall asleep on top of a half-eaten cupcake one time and it's like she'll never let it go.

"Lisa, please tell me that you're not in the room with Zuho."

She squeaks. "I thought you were staying with Namu tonight!"

"Change of plans. I don't feel well enough to endure Taehyung's perpetual frat boy commentary." You admit, getting a snort from the boy beside you. Lisa sighs.

"Oh, so it had nothing to do with Min Yoongi this time?" She asks rather loudly. You almost cover your phone but the damage had been done and Yoongi has surely heard her question. You turn to see him already looking at you with that devilish smirk of his.

"Of course not." You reply, eyes still set on the boy beside you. Before it could turn into a staring contest, the elevator doors finally ding open. "You haven't even answered my question. Is Zuho with you?" You ask as you exit the suffocating trap, relieved to breath air that wasn't exclusively shared with Min Yoongi. You walk ahead fast and through the lobby to the dark midnight chills of outside.

"Yes, but I swear we aren't just fooling around for no reason. It's our six-month anniversary and I told him you'd be gone all night. Please, can you just crash somewhere else for tonight? I'll pay for your lunch every day next week and do your laundry and pay your Spotify Premium account and --"

"Lalisa! Stop, you had me at lunch." You admit sadly. "But I don't have anywhere else to crash and I refuse to sleep on that disgusting couch in the common area." You huff. Lisa whines.

"I can call up Irene, she's usually awake at this time."

"Irene isn't going to let me back in her room, not after what happened last time."

"I still think she shouldn't have had that many candles lit in the first place. It was an honest mistake, the fire department didn't even have to come." Lisa stays positive, like always. You stop yourself in your tracks to the dorm, deciding to stand frozen on the sidewalk like an idiot.

"I'll figure something out, Lisa, don't worry."

"Please, text me when you've found somewhere to sleep. Love you, Cupcake!"

You hang up the call with a worried sigh. You could always go back to Namjoon's room and beg that he lets you stay the night, you're sure that if you pouted enough he might even shut down the party early.

"Quite the predicament you're in." You nearly jump out of your skin at the unexpected voice. You could almost forget that Yoongi was lingering behind you, listening to your every word.

"Nothing I can't handle." You reply without hesitation. Yoongi laughs, the first laugh you've ever heard from him that wasn't full of sarcasm, and his smile turns so gummy and bright that it confuses you.

"Even now, in a situation where you have absolutely nothing...you still act like that. You are ridiculous."

"Excuse me?"

"You're staying with me tonight."

"What?"

"No questions. Follow me."

His demanding words and quick strides do nothing for you. You cross your arms and stay firmly planted to the sidewalk like the stubborn baby you knew you were being. You'd honestly take your chances with a grumpy, spiteful Irene than to follow Yoongi to his room. You'd even take the disgusting common area couches that are filled to the brim with college boy farts and littered with spilled alcohol and coffee. Yoongi stops, realizing the lack of your pursuit and comes back with a grunt.

"You make things difficult, 'Cupcake'," He makes sure he's standing close enough so that you hear him whisper the mocking name to your face. "You have nowhere to sleep and it's past midnight. This campus is filled with dodgy characters, trust me, you wouldn't be the first girl I've seen wander off and get caught in some trouble. I offer you a clean, non-threatening place to sleep and you still want to be a brat? Fine."

"Fine." Is all you could say.

He walks away from you then, not even daring to turn back as his figure gets further and further away. He has a point, but at what cost? It's not like you believe Yoongi is someone who would kill you in your sleep, but it's uncomfortable to spend a night in your enemy's space, especially when you've had a one night stand with said enemy before. He should be uncomfortable, too! That's what makes you so angry. Why isn't he as put off by this idea as you are? Why is he suddenly a dutiful citizen? Mind games, you rationalize. You stare at his back as he starts disappearing from your vision.

Fuck, you're going to regret this.

"Yoongi, wait!"

You run quickly to catch up with him, panting by the time you get to his side again. He still refuses to pay you any mind, so you grab him by his arm to garner his attention. He eyes you like you're insane for putting your hands on him, but you ignore his judging stare for a moment. You grip his arm harder to keep him beside you, which was easy seeing as he didn't seem to even try breaking out of your hold.

"I'll stay with you."

It takes a lot for the words to come out and once they do there's no taking them back. You might as well have signed a deal with the Devil.

"I'm afraid my offer has expired. I don't provide accommodation services to spoiled brats." He answers. "Although, I may be able to lift this rule just for you," his eyes darken. "If you beg me nicely."

"You're a sick human being." You grate. Of course, there'd be a price of some sort to pay where he's involved. "Like, seriously, you have got to be a sociopath or something because I have never met a more infuriating, annoying person in my life."

"That doesn't sound like you want a place to sleep."

"Fine, fuck. Please. Please, Yoongi, may I stay in your room tonight?" You swallow all of your pride to ask. Yoongi's smile grows impossibly larger.

"Look at that. Not a hint of sass or sarcasm. Good job." He commends you with a sarcastic clap of his hands, which you don't appreciate one bit, but you'd rather keep your mouth closed until you actually get to his room. You walk at his lazy pace wordlessly all the way to his area of the large campus, which is undoubtedly superior to Namjoon's building. Min Yoongi happens to be a star basketball player, so obviously, he gets the cleaner side of campus with the giant dorm spaces. Just walking into his building makes you angry at your elitist school and their raised standards for the athletic department over regular students. You've never once stumbled into a basketball game, but you figured Yoongi couldn't possibly be so amazing that he deserved such an estate. He doesn't even look like he'd exert enough energy to ride a bike, so picturing him as a basketball player is a hard task. But there's no doubt about it once he uses his room key to his dorm.

"My room is literally a third of this size." You can't help but comment. Yoongi snorts, closing his door and elbowing past you.

"That must suck for you." He says sadly, but the slight smirk on his face told you that he reveled in your anguish.

You ignore his words and move to the messily made bed in the left corner of the room. His eye for color is nothing that needs to be discussed, most of the room was slathered in black with a few monotone posters of old-school rappers lining the walls. Your eyes followed the weathered, frayed poster of Tupac Shakur as you moved to his bed, dropping one knee to his mattress before turning to him. He hadn't stopped staring at you.

You smirk. "All this room and you still only have this tiny twin bed. I suppose you're not as above me as you think." You say just to rile him, which proves extremely effective given his offended face. It takes him a few moments to collect himself, huffing and inhaling deeply before he could even address you correctly.

"I don't understand what Namjoon sees in you. Off my bed." He orders. You crawl further up his mattress. Yoongi huffs, following after you to the edge of the bed. He stands in front of you with a glowering stare, but you match it evenly with your own, placing your hands above your hips.

"I don't get what he sees in you, either." You reply. The bed doesn't offer much height advantage even on your knees, so your head tilts up at him from your position.

"He sees me as a good friend who'll protect him from girls like you."

"Do you smoke crack? I'm Namjoon's friend."

"Oh, please! Don't play dumb, I see through all your bullshit. You know that Namjoon has a crush on you and all you've done is lead him on because you feel bad. You're just a bad person, acting like you enjoy your time with him when all you want to do is jump to your next conquest."

You squint at him. So, that's what his problem with you is? It has absolutely nothing to do with him. It barely even adds up, but he's fuming at you like it means everything. You try to dissect it, decipher your past interactions and scrape for clues as this being the reason for his deep hatred for you, but it still doesn't make sense.

"I haven't led him on to anything, I'm his friend regardless of how anyone feels. I'm not obligated to date someone just because they may or may not have a silly crush on me. And, what the actual fuck do you mean by 'conquests'?"

"You just go around making guys all crazy and leave, like it's fun for you!"

"When have I ever done something like that?"

His eyes turn cold and he breaks your steady eye contact to stare at his wall. You wait for his elaboration patiently, but it never comes, leaving you both stilted in the deafening, awkward silence.

That's when something kind of hits you and it makes you roll your eyes.

"Alright. Let's just pretend like I am this bad person you think I am. Why do you even care so much? Why walk me home? Why bring me back to your dorm?"

You question, boldly reaching out to his loose t-shirt. His eyebrows raise as you bunch the fabric in your hands, twisting and pulling it so he's leaning to your level. His hands slap down on either side of you, resting on his sheets as you address him. "Maybe you're the bad person." You whisper.

"I'm the bad person?" He asks, voice significantly lower than earlier as if confirming your strange suspicions. You take the moment to acknowledge the features of his face that you usually never linger on, like his dark brown eyes and the tired circles beneath them; his high cheekbones and the red blemishes that splatter mostly on the right side of his face.

You wished you could say that you didn't remember the night you met Yoongi all too well, it would've been an easier pill to swallow had your memory magically been tampered with, but you remember everything in vivid detail. You remembered the frat party you'd stumbled upon with Lisa, how flustered and new you were to parties that didn't involve parents being out of town, and Lisa's sudden abandonment that left you vulnerable beside the drinks table with a shaky red solo cup in your hand. The bass from the speakers shook the floorboards, vibrating beneath you and all through you to the point where you were developing chills. An awkward freshman hanging out by a table of alcohol, eyes widely taking in the random, sweaty faces of your peers and lingering on the cloud of smoke wafting above you. Everyone was either drinking, smoking, or dancing - all belonging to different cliques that you doubted you could easily slip into and you suddenly wished that you were as much a social butterfly as your friend. It didn't start as an easy night for you.

It wasn't until a certain blonde devil had made you laugh that your night started turning around.

"Yes," you answer simply, noticing the beginnings of dark roots starting to show in his blonde hair. He gets impossibly closer to you, breathing every breath you exhale, forehead almost touching yours. "Because you don't actually care about my relationship with Namjoon. You're acting out like a jealous toddler."

He cackles. "Jealous? You don't even like Namjoon."

You know you've figured it out then. All of his dirty looks and harsh words simply because he's too immature to confront his real feelings. Yoongi never has been good at articulating his feelings, but conquests? Who does he think you are? And, who is he to judge even if you did have conquests? You're full on glaring at him now, hoping that he could possibly turn to dust with the power of your mind alone.

"Are you happy now that you've got my attention? Does it feel better than sitting in the background while I talk to your best friend instead?" You taunt without a hint of compassion. Yoongi's eyes narrow in on you despite his close proximity, and for one second you think you see a tinge of pink dusting his pale cheeks, but he turns away too quickly for you to investigate on that.

"I've always had your attention," he remarks, snorting as he walked to his computer desk adjacent to you. "You really can't ignore me, it's almost pitiful."

"What's pitiful is the fact that you can't get over something that happened so fucking long ago, you have to constantly voice your opinion and pull at my pigtails like we're in goddamn preschool! Yes, we hooked up one time like a million years ago! It's never gonna happen again, Yoongi!"

"Why?"

That knocks you off your rhythm. You stutter. "What?"

"Why...didn't you call me after that night?" He asks so lowly you had to strain your ears to hear him right. You're shocked still, rightfully so. You never expected him to ask that question, a question that's been so steadily avoided for a long time now. His eyes don't acquire that sarcastic gleam you always notice, nor does his facial expression upturn into that syrupy smile. You don't know what to say.

'I wasn't ready for another serious relationship?'

'I didn't want you to break my heart?'

'You terrified me?'

Lots of words came to mine but none fell from your lips, leaving Yoongi to stew in the silence for longer than he wanted. He sighs and shakes his head as you disappointed him.

"Exactly. I'm going to Hobi's place, don't touch my shit." And with that, he rises and rushes to his front door. You try to say something, anything, but the words are stuck in your throat only teetering on the edge of coming out so that you're left with a soft gasp. Yoongi pays you no more mind, grabbing his laptop from his desk and leaving you alone in his room without another thought. The door slams.

How did he turn this around on you? Fuck.

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