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Choose Your Own Romance: Series One - BTS (We Got Married) - Intro

Chapters: Start -> Athlete Path -> “The only thing I truly dislike is being in a place with stifling air. If the relationship was stifling, I think that would be the only deal breaker I would have.”

Your name: submit What is this?

Your morning was spent like most mornings. A nutritious breakfast, and then on to training. Since you lived at the Korea National Training Center, you preferred to walk from the dormitories to the training grounds. They were building a new center in Jincheon-gun, but it wouldn’t be opened for another year, so a lot of your seniors lived off-site. You enjoyed living at the Training Center, however. Your only living family member was your grandmother who lived in the countryside, so living in the dormitories was like having a large family. You liked having a family. One day, you wanted a large family with a lot of children. Of course, your dream to win a gold medal came first and there was plenty of time to still have a family.

Part of the reason you were so willing to go on this variety show was to experience what it was like to have a family. You parents had died when you were very young, and you’d lived with your grandparents until you entered the athlete training program on a scholarship. You’d been 11 and at first it had been exciting living away from home, and while you loved living with like-minded people, you did wonder what a real family was like.

Your training program started with some stretching before you moved on to a light jog to warm up. The camera crew began to show up just as you were completing your jog and moving on to your pole vaulting training. You watched them set up for a moment before pushing them from your mind and focusing on your training. If you were going to be someone’s wife, you’d be a wife to make them proud. Halfway through training, your coach called you over. 

“Y/N! Your husband will be coming to watch you train as part of your meeting.” He informed you. Nerves suddenly engulfed your stomach and you paled slightly. It wasn’t often that people came to watch you train. Usually, the other athletes had their own training to worry about. Occasionally your nutritionist or important committee members would stop by to watch you, but that was fine. The whole nation could stop by to watch you and that would be fine. You’d competed on the world stage at the previous Olympics, and that was fine, but knowing that your husband would be coming to watch you train made you nervous. 

You wanted to say that it wasn’t fair. He would have the upper hand and know who you were first. He’d get to see you in action. What if he changed his mind and decided that he didn’t want to marry you after seeing you? What if you weren’t pretty enough for him? You’d been told that you were beautiful. You’d even been in an article for the top 20 most beautiful athletes of the country, but that didn’t mean you appealed to everyone. You’d never cared what other people thought about your looks before, so why did you care now? This was only a fake marriage, so it didn’t matter.

Instead, you nodded and went back to training, unaware that your future husband was currently making his way into the grandstands.

“Hello, I’m V and today, I’m getting married,” Taehyung said, bowing to the camera and flashing his square smile. 

“What sort of marriage do you hope to have with your wife?” The interviewer asked, causing Taehyung to stop and think about it.

“I think I’d like to be good friends with my wife,” He couldn’t help but grin at the word, his ears turning slightly pink. “I’d want things to be like they are with my close friends, but obviously, we’d be married. As I’m quite young, it would be nice to experience a lot of firsts with her and learn how to be a strong couple together.”

“Who would be your dream wife?”

“I think it would be nice to marry someone outside of the music industry, so I can learn more about other industries - maybe a model or an athlete. Having an athlete for a wife would be very interesting.”

You finished off your training session with another run around the track and more stretching. You’d been a little distracted towards the end of your run, trying to spot your husband in the stands. He must have been taken somewhere else to meet you, however, as you hadn’t been able to find him.

Maybe your coach had just told you that he would be there to get you used to competing under pressure.

However, your end-of-training debriefing was condensed as you were sent off to the showers to wash off and prepare for your meeting. Your shower was followed by hair and make-up - something that felt very odd to be having done in the locker room. You were given clothes to change into, much nicer clothes to the skinny jeans and hoodies that you were used to wearing. Thankfully, the short blue spring dress was paired with a comfortable pair of gray vans. At least you wouldn’t have to move your lanky, long limbs around in heels and make a fool of yourself. 

It wasn’t like you weren’t used to dressing up. Occasionally, you’d be invited to a gala dinner or an award show. After the last Olympics, the athletes had been invited to a fancy dinner thrown by the President of South Korea. You’d barely been 16 - having celebrated your 16th birthday the day after your win - so you’d been dressed much more demure than you were able to get away with now. Still, you prefered flats to heels. Besides, you were already uncomfortable without having to worry about heels, as well. 

As you were leaving the locker room, you were met just outside the doorway with a camera. Attached to the bottom of the camera with a wire hanger, was a maroon envelope. You smiled shyly and reached out for it. 

Opening up the letter you read it out loud.

Dear Wife, Y/N

In this sport you can kick a ball Or you can also use your head Try not to do a bad tackle Or you’ll be shown a card that’s red

“Soccer? Do I go to the soccer field?” You asked the man behind the camera. He just looked at you with a tilted head. “Oh, you can’t answer me.” You laughed and held up your hands in a sorry gesture. Deciding that that was a good place to start, you made your way to the soccer field. It wasn’t too far of a walk from the track and field stadium. Arriving at the soccer ground you looked around to see if anyone stood out. The men’s Olympic soccer team was training.

“Is he a soccer player?” You didn’t really know any of the men on the soccer team, but one of them noticed you and jogged up to you with a red envelope. You both bowed awkwardly to one another as you took it before he jogged back to his team.

“Oh gosh, that startled me.” You laughed and opened up the next envelope.

Dear Wife, Y/N

Although I’m not a book I need two stories or more I go straight up and down To go to another floor

Well, that one was easy, but which elevator? Was there one nearby? Biting your bottom lip, you looked around confused. Did you interrupt the coach to ask? Surely they were in on this little hunt, or one of the players wouldn’t have had the next card. Stealing your resolve, you strode up to one of the coaches and bowed.

“Excuse me, are there any elevators nearby?” You asked as you straightened up. He nodded and pointed you in the right direction.

“There are dormitories over the road that have elevators. I think that’s where you need to go. Fighting.” He smiled, cheering you on. You returned the smile and nodded.

“Thank you.” 

Turning around you made your way in the direction that the coach pointed. It wasn’t long before you got to the building, but you stopped when there was an envelope attached to the keycode box. 

Dear Wife, Y/N

Solve this math question for the code and then press #: (5000+631)x2/3

Oh God. Math. You always carried a pencil around in your bag, so you dug around for it and used the card to solve the equation. It wasn’t too hard, you’d had harder questions on the CSAT. Once you had the code, you keyed it in and hit the #. The door beeped so you could push it open and make your way to the elevators. Pressing the button, you step back and wait for the elevator to arrive. Once the doors open, you see a cute mailbox standing in the middle of the elevator floor. 

This little treasure hunt had helped to make your nerves lessen, but you were beginning to grow restless. You quickly opened the envelope and read the riddle.

Dear Wife, Y/N

Well done on this hunt so far, just one more step and you’ll find your star.

A thousand wheels, but move I do not. Call me what I am, call me a lot.

What am I?

Grinning, you pressed the button that would take you down to the carpark. When the door opens, a black van is parked in front of you. You waited for a beat for the door to open but it didn’t. Was this even the right place to go? Hesitantly you stepped forward, maybe you had to open the door. As you took that first timid step, however, the door opened on its own and out stepped a familiar face.

“You.” You replied, slightly in shock. 

“Me.” Kim Taehyung replied with a grin, looking just as shocked but pleased. With a blush, you stepped forward and held out your hand.

“It’s nice to see you again, Taehyung-ssi.” You said politely with a bow. He took your hand and gave it a warm squeeze as he returned the bow, unable to take his eyes off you.

“Y/N-ssi, you look beautiful.” His voice was soft, almost like a whispered prayer, before he blurted out “I’m glad it’s you.”

You both blushed, him at his bold words and you because you were flattered and more than a little pleased it was him standing before you as well - not that you’d let him know that, but you laughed together anyway. 

“So, what would you like to do to celebrate our first day of marriage?”

How will you answer?

Take wedding photos

Have a wedding meal

A/N Each point will become a link when they become available. Thank you for your patience!

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I have hit a roadblock for the CYOR series and need to get my creative juices flowing. Please send help.

I’m kinda wishing that I went with a smaller group or a solo artist for season one ngl.

send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it

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Definitely:

Long and Winding Road - Part 2

Maybe, Baby - Part 3

Choose Your Own Romance BTS - Idol Group Path (RM)

Most Likely:

Choose Your Own Romance BTS - Athlete Path (V)

Choose Your Own Romance BTS - Actress Path (Jimin)

Elementary Teacher!RM x Single Mum!Reader

Maybe:

Late Night - Groomsmen!Zelo x Bridesmaid!Reader

Alright so, I’ve gotten through the three posts that I definitely wanted to get out first (I had a sick day today). Next, I’m going to start working on my ‘Most Likely’ list and I’ve added a maybe list, as well. 

I have had the idea for ‘Late Night’ sitting in my drafts for three years, and all I had was a couple words and a rough idea. It will most likely be a One Shot but maybe I might put up a second part, depending on where it goes. I’d been toying with doing a sexting scenario for a while (and wasn’t sure if I wanted to do it in my CYOR series - but I may still do that, don’t you worry), and then I came across Miss Dial by Versigny. 

So Fratboy!Zelo was born but I just couldn’t find any inspo for that. It seemed too much like Miss Dial which, while I wanted to pay homage to the greatness that is that fic and Versigny’s fics in general, I didn’t want to copy it outright. Then, two days ago, I started writing again and the tone had changed. What if they were both in a bridal party? 

And so the new Late Night was born. I just really want to get it right, though, so I’m slowly working on it in the background while I work on other things.

Coming This Month

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Choose Your Own Romance: Series One - BTS (We Got Married) - Intro

Chapters: Start -> Idol Group Path -> “I really like boys who have dimples.”

Your name: submit What is this?

It was early or was it late. You hadn’t been able to sleep yet. Of all the days to meet your ‘husband’. You’d spent most of the night and the better part of the morning with your members filming for your next music video, followed by an interview with a YouTube channel. Then you’d been sent to hair and makeup while the rest of your members had gone home for some much-needed rest. 

You were now on your way, at 8:00 in the morning to meet your husband for the filming of We Got Married. The card had mentioned breakfast, and for that you were grateful but you were torn between the feeling of hunger in the pit of your belly and the butterflies that stirred around your nerves. Glancing at your phone, you reread the articles that had come out in the last 48 hours.

‘Is Y/N from Lark the newest wife on We Got married?’ ‘Lark’s Y/N set to wed BTS RM?’ ‘Just who will be Y/N from Lark’s husband?’ ‘Are BTS RM and Lark’s Y/N using We Got Married to announce their real relationship?’ 

There were many articles speculating just who would be your husband, but the latter stood out. Your members all knew and had teased you mercilessly when this particular article fell into their hands. The ‘crush’ you had on your label mate, Kim Namjoon, was a hot topic. You’d been asked if there were any trainees that you’d liked, when both of your groups had just newly debuted, and without thinking, you’d named Namjoon. The two of you had been friends during your trainee days, and had similar interests. You got along like a house on fire, and were always referring to one another as your work wife/husband. And, yes, he just so happened to be very attractive, and OK maybe there were one or two nights when you’d been lonely and thought about him.

Not only that, but you texted often and spent time together when you had a rare day off. There’d been more than one article posted speculating the nature of your relationship, but you’d both always said you were just friends. Because, that’s what you were. Yes, some of your text messages were flirty, and maybe, you lingered slightly when he hugged you, but he just thought of you as a friend. You were both from the ‘94 line, and just good friends. It was selfish to want more.

“Y/N, we’re here.” Your manager cleared your throat and you quickly shut off your phone to put it into your bag.

“Do I look alright?” You asked him, trying to pretend that the cameras weren’t there, while trying to school yourself on not letting your disappointment show when your husband wasn’t the one you wanted. 

Steeling yourself for disappointment, by putting up your walls to being the fun loving leader you had come to be known as, you stepped out of the van and waved to your manager.

“Y/N-ssi, you seemed very nervous when going to meet your husband, were your having regrets?”

The interviewer’s question brought a faint flush to your cheeks.

“I wasn’t having regrets, everything just seemed so much more real, and I was worried that I might do something to embarrass my members or my husband.”

Taking one last deep breath and whispering ‘fighting’ under your breath, you opened the door to the cereal cafe Midnight in Seoul and stepped into the pretty interior. There was only one person sitting in the cafe but you could tell that it wasn’t Namjoon. You hoped the sinking feeling that gripped your chest didn’t show on your face as you tentatively stepped forward. The man didn’t turn around. You raised a trembling hand and stopped before you could touch his shoulder, hesitating for a moment before tapping him lightly on the shoulder. 

Your husband started and turned around and you both spent a comically long time bowing back and forth to one another.

“Are you… by any chance... My husband, Minhyun-ssi?” You asked, hoping you were coming across as the shy young wife and not showing the disappointment at seeing NU’EST’s Hwang Minhyun standing in front of you.

“Oh, no, I’m not sorry, Y/N-ssi.” He smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “I was asked to deliver this message from your husband, please sit here and put these over your ears once I’ve gone. Once you’ve listened to the track, turn around and he’ll be there. Good luck, it’s such a pity that we aren’t getting married.”

With a blush and a bow, you took the mp3 player from him, sat down facing away from the door, and covered your ears with the large headphones. The music that started to play sounded so familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it, until a familiar voice started to rap. A look of shock and recognition passed your face before it melted into a smile and your physically relaxed. For a moment, all your worries faded away and you allowed yourself to be taken over by Namjoon’s music, listening to him rap his promises to you as your husband and about your history together. You felt a little teary thinking about all the effort he had put in to this. He’d shared the instrumental with you not to long after you’d learned you would be filming WGM, that’s why it had sounded so familiar to you. He’d wanted your opinion but you knew now that he’d known you would be his wife. He was giving you a hint to help you relax. 

Unbeknownst to you, Namjoon entered the cafe, a large smile on his face and his hands held behind his back. He stood waiting for you to finish listening to his song, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth.

“Hello, I’m Kim Namjoon, and I’ll be getting married.” He smiled, the dimples you so loved crinkling his face. 

“Namjoon-ssi, you and Y/N have a history together. How do you feel being paired up with her for your virtual marriage?”

“I like it.” He beamed, his fingers coming up to cover his mouth. “Am I allowed to say that?” He added, seemingly to himself. “Y/N is my best friend and we have a lot of fun together, isn’t that what a marriage should be built on?”

“Of course, but have you ever felt attracted to Y/N-ssi? Or are the feelings simply that of a friendship?”

“I love Y/N. We’ve been through a lot together. I think she’s very beautiful, funny, intelligent and caring. Of course I’ve been attracted to her.”

“Wow, bold words! Why haven’t you ever dated in the past then, or have you?”

Namjoon paused, as if in thought. “How do I say this? Should I say it? The timing was never right. Who knows, maybe it is now?” He teased, winking at the camera.

The song finished and your hands moved as if on their own to pat your heated cheeks. You knew he would be standing there like Minhyun had said. He wasn’t one to play tricks like you had seen other husbands on the show do. Your heart pounding in your chest, you slowly reached up to remove the headphones, but remained seated, facing away. Your hands slipped up to clasp the locket necklace around your neck. Namjoon had given it to you for your birthday and you’d placed a picture of your members on one side, and a picture of him on the other. Not even the members knew that Namjoon’s face sat on the other side of the locket. It was your most treasured possession. 

Finally, you stood and slowly turned around to see him standing there, a shy smile on his face.

“You look amazing.” He grinned and pulled out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back. “You said no flowers.” You grinned and reached out for them. No Strings Attached was one of your favourite movies, and you’d always ranted about how, if your future partner didn’t gift you with carrots after knowing your love for the movie, it would never work.

“That’s pretty cute.” You quoted, reaching out to take them from him.

“Yeah, I’m pretty good at this.” Namjoon quoted back, his grin softening slightly as he held out a hand to the table, “Have you eaten? I’ll get our order. You’ve been busy today, right, Y/N?”

With a smile, you nodded. “I have been busy, and I’m starving.” You replied honestly, reaching for the ordering menus. It was pale pink with many boxes to tick for options.

“What do you think you’re going to order?”

How will you answer?

Go with something silly and fun.

Go with something sensible and nutritious.

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Requests are currently O P E N, with N I N E spots left before I close requests. Please read the R U L E S before requesting.

You can find the master list H E R E and Season 1 of my Choose Your Own Romance (Starring BTS) H E R E.

H E R E, you’ll find the requests that I’m currently working on.

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Long and Winding Road

Part O N E || Part T W O || *more coming soon* Word Count: 2,261 Requested by: anonymous Themes: Angst, AU, Triggers: Rape, Blood, Physical violence, Sexual violence, Hospitals, Date-rape drugs, Detailed, Violence against women, murder A/N: I’m posting this first because I’ve been working on this for the longest, and it’s the hardest for me to write. I want to do this justice and I don’t want to turn down requests no matter how hard they are to write. Rape, sexual assault, and violence against anyone is never OK. If you or anyone you know are struggling with these issues, please seek help. It’s hard and it will be painful but it will get better. Hopefully, I won’t have to go into extreme detail in the parts to follow but I’m not going to leave anything out. 

Your name: submit What is this?

You were brought from your coma by the sound of machines beeping and the feeling of someone holding tightly to your right hand. As your mind pulled itself through the haze, you became aware of what had happened. The panic set in as you remembered in minute detail what had happened. To you, no time had passed since you blacked out and you were still in that alleyway being - You eyes shot open, your hand pulling away from the tight hold as you curled in on yourself and began to scream. The sound was blood-curdling, the door burst open and people poured in to try and calm you down but all you could think was it was more men coming to restrain you and have a turn at using you.

“No! Please, no!” You cried, flailing wildly, not letting anyone close to you. Desperately, you called out for your brother, eyes open but unseeing. “Jin! Help, please. Help me!”

“Y/N, Y/N,” You heard Jin’s broken but soothing voice and calmed slightly to allow him near you. “I’m here, you’re alright. I’m not going to let anyone else hurt you.”

You eyes focussed finally and you realised that you were no longer in the alley but a hospital. The crushed faces of your friends came into focus first before you settled on your brother’s. He looked the worst out of everyone in the room, so tired, broken and small. Seeing your older brother looking like that was enough for you to break down. Your arms reached out for him and he came to you in an instant, only hesitating for a second before wrapping you in his embrace. “You’re safe now. I’m here. I’m so sorry I wasn’t here sooner.” He soothed, his voice cracking as he held you tighter. Your body ached but you tried to hold him just as tightly. When you finally pulled away, it was only the two of you in the room. “I-I… I should have listened to you.” You shuddered, unable to let him go fully, your hands still resting on his arms. Your body and face felt like they were on fire. You couldn’t move from the waist down. Unable to hold yourself up any more, you allowed Jin to help you to lie back down. You shivered but didn’t let go of him to pull up the blanket draped over you. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Jin. It’s all my faul--” A sob tore at your throat as tears flooded your eyes. Jin’s free hand found your hair and began to stroke it gently, over the bandages. 

“It’s not, Y/N, I promise. You did nothing wrong. It’s my fault. I wasn’t there for you.” He held you once more, holding you as if you were the most fragile thing in the world, as he fell apart once more. 

You were vaguely aware of the sound of a door slamming but didn’t look up from where your face was pressed against your brother’s chest. 

“Y/N,” Jin said seriously, pulling back to wipe his eyes. You could tell that he was still hurting but was trying to be strong for you. “I’m not going to lie to you, you’re badly hurt and you’ll need a lot of time to heal, but if you can remember anything that can help the police find the men who did this to you, they won’t get away with this.”

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Jungkook stormed out of the room, unable to keep cool any longer. He couldn’t stand to hear you blaming yourself for something that wasn’t your fault. He couldn’t stand Jin blaming himself, either. He couldn’t stand being in that room any longer. He needed to get out or he felt like he would suffocate. If it were anyone’s fault - other than the men who had hurt you - he felt it was his. He should have stopped you from drinking the drink you’d been offered. He should have known what was happening. Jiwoo’s club was a fairly safe place, but once or twice this sort of thing had happened before. He remembered Jin and Namjoon talking about it after you had first asked to join them at the club for your birthday. He’d been to other clubs where it was much worse, though. A woman had ever turned up, floating, in the Han River just last month with similar injuries. Jungkook had read the report in the paper a week ago, and she had also been drugged. Jungkook stepped out into the cool night air, trying to calm himself down.

“We can’t make this about us right now, Jungkook.” Taehyung’s voice brought him out of his brooding. “She needs our support. This isn’t hard for her. Or Jin.” Jungkook could feel the anger bubbling up inside of him. 

“She doesn’t need anything to do with me. I let her down. I was right there. I could have reached out a grabbed them both by the throat. That’s how close they were, but I couldn’t tell you anything about them. I was jealous. Too focused on her. I didn’t think they were worth my time. I should have introduced myself. I should have-- FUCK.” Jungkook’s hand flung out and his fist collided with a brick wall. “It’s my fault they marked her like their territory. I just about did the same fucking thing at that bar. I let them thinks she was my girlfriend. I called her babe and hung all over her. They thought it was my jacket on her and they were looking for payback.”

Taehyung’s hand came out to grip Jungkook’s shoulder, but he shrugged him off.

“Tell that to the police. They’d be able to look at the security footage. Maybe Y/N remembers what they look like, but what you did was nothing like what they did. You were doing what you thought was best for her. Any one of us would have let them think that to get them to back off if we’d been in your position. Well, except for Jin or Namjoon who would have played the older brother card, but I would have done the same thing. So would Hoseok, Yoongi or Jimin. We wouldn't have thought anything of it, either.” The older man crossed his arms in front of him. “You need to get over yourself and be there for her. Jin’s not going to be able to do it by himself. Hell, even Namjoon will get overwhelmed and buckle eventually. We all would, but together we can help her heal, and help them catch the bastards that did this to her. Punching walls, and breaking your hand will not help her. Do what you gotta do, but suck it up, and get back inside that hospital.”

When Taehyung reached out for him once more, Jungkook shrugged away again before storming off into the night. With a sigh, Taehyung retreated back into the hospital.

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The boys had been sent home not long after Taehyung had returned. You hadn’t seen Jungkook, so you figured that it had been him that had slammed the door. Jin and Namjoon had been allowed to stay. It had taken some convincing, but it seemed that Namjoon was telling anyone who listened that he was your big brother, also. You didn’t mind. You felt safer with the two of them around. You’d still barely been able to sleep, with the constant check-ups from the nurses and the pain. On the off chance that exhaustion had taken you and you’d dozed off, you were taken right back to that dirty alleyway once more and forced to relive the experience until you awoke screaming. 

In the morning, just before visiting hours opened once more, the police stopped by. Neither you, Jin or Namjoon had slept very well. As the two officers entered the room, you couldn’t help but feel very small and trapped. You weren’t able to leave the bed just yet, without worsening your injuries. Both officers removed their hats, the younger of the two standing awkwardly in the doorway before following the senior officer into the room to sit down.

“Miss Kim,” began the older one “We’re sorry to bother you so early in the morning and so soon after your ordeal, but we wanted to see you before visitors arrived and we need to catch the men who did this to you. I’m sorry, some of the questions we have to ask might be very uncomfortable for you, but please try to answer them as best as you can.” He looked to Jin and Namjoon. “You two might want to step out into the hall for a moment. I doubt that this will be comfortable for you, either.”

A shiver ran through your body and you reached for Jin’s hand. He took it. You didn’t want to be alone with men you didn’t know, even if they were police officers, but you didn’t want to put Jin through any more than he had to have had already. 

“I’m staying,” Jin said, his voice strong and clear. He looked to you as if daring you to challenge him, just like the stubborn older brother you had before all this. You smiled and nodded.

“I’m staying, too,” Namjoon added, moving to stand at your other side. They’d both pulled their chairs either side of you during the night and slept - albeit sporadically - there through the night. 

“Very well, then we’ll begin. It would be helpful to know what you remember from last night, Miss Kim.”

“We’d just arrived at the club, it was my birthday, I went with a friend to the bar to help him carry the drinks back. He… left me at one end of the bar to go and try to hail down the bartender. I was approached by two men, I remember thinking how… attractive they were. They said their names were Sanghoon and Youngjin? They offered to buy me a drink. I was... “ You blushed and looked down at where your brother had yet to let go of your hand. “I was flattered and mad at my brother and his friends for treating me like a little kid. It was nice having attention from an attractive man in that way.” Your eyes welled up and a lump caught in your throat. Your guilt was out into the universe, now. The policemen would see that it was really your fault and your brother and his friends - your friends - would all be disgusted with you. “I kept trying to keep an eye on Youngjin - the one who was ordering me a drink, but Sanghoon kept drawing my attention back to him. I never actually saw the bartender make my drink or hand it to Youngjin. I felt uncomfortable as Sanghoon kept touching me. His touch didn’t feel right. When Jungkook came back, he pretended to be my boyfriend but let me finish the drink and then led me back to our table. We got into a fight. Jungkook was acting like a jealous idiot and I was mad and told him that if he liked me in that way, he should have said something instead of waiting until someone else showed interest and getting jealous. I’d been feeling dizzy and but I thought it was just because I’d never had anything to drink before tonight and had drank had quite a bit before I left the house. So I stepped outside to get some fresh air, but that’s when I was cornered. I heard a voice saying ‘Hi there, sweetheart,’ and before I could place the name or turn around, everything went black.” You stopped again and, thinking that you were finished, the police officer opened his mouth to speak once more. “I woke up while they were,” you cleared your throat, the lump settled into your chest, making it hard to speak. “While they were… um…” You flushed and pulled your hand away from Jin’s hand, suddenly feeling dirty. “It wasn’t just the two men from the bar. There were others. I wasn’t wearing any clothes and they were… t-touching me. Next to me two of them were cutting up the jacket that Jin had loaned me and they were… dirtying it. Talking about how they’d show my boyfriend that I was theirs, not his. He had no right to me. That I was a s-slut who got what was coming to me and that they were going to leave me to die. When they noticed that I was awake, they took their time, telling me all the things they would do to me. I talked back and they gagged me with my own underwear but one of them had used it to clean himself off. It tasted terrible. They held it in my mouth until I started to choke and one of them jumped on my leg. It hurt s-so… bad.”

You felt sick. The police officers spent the next half hour, trying to get as much information from you as they could. Jin and Namjoon heard in minute detail what had happened to you. Jin held out strongly until the officers left before you watched him rush to the bathroom where you heard him be sick. Namjoon looked pale and couldn’t look at you. You wanted to curl up, got to sleep and never wake up. Taehyun and Hoseok arrived a little while later, followed by Jimin. Finally, Yoongi showed up around lunchtime, still brooding, but trying to put that aside for you and your friends. Jungkook didn’t show.

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Coming This Month

Definitely:

Long and Winding Road - Part 2

Maybe, Baby - Part 3

Choose Your Own Romance BTS - Idol Group Path (RM)

Most Likely:

Choose Your Own Romance BTS - Athlete Path (V)

Choose Your Own Romance BTS - Actress Path (Jimin)

Elementary Teacher!RM x Single Mum!Reader

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Maybe, Baby - Part 2/?

Part O N E || Part T W O || *coming soon* Word Count: 2,168 Themes: AU, Angst, Family, mafia!taehyun Triggers: N/A A/N: So this was due last week but I had some hospital drama. Finally home and on bed rest, so until Monday I have nothing to do but write. Enjoy.

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At exactly 3 o’clock in the morning, you saw a car pull up outside your work. Glancing at your manager, you could see that she wanted about to complain about customers showing up right on closing. The two of you usually had a good laugh about it after she had turned them away. You saw Yoongi climb elegantly out of the car and walk around to the passenger side to lean against the hood of the car. “He’s here for me.” You sighed, answering your manager’s questioning gaze. “It’s about time you started dating.” She teased, eyeing Yoongi’s body appreciatively. “He’s fine.” You’d been working at the bar, doing the same shift, since you’d first moved to Seoul. Your current manager, Juhyun, had started six months before you and the two of you had built a strong friendship during your time working there. Aside from Jia’s mum, Alice, Juhyun knew the most about you and Cali’s past.

When Yoongi saw you move from behind the bar, he stepped closer to the building to open the door for you. That was when Juhyun noticed Yoongi’s face. “Oh, girl, you have a lot to share tomorrow night.” She whistled, low under her breath, as the door opened and you grabbed your coat and backpack. “It’s not like that.” You muttered as you strolled, nervously, toward your childhood love. “I’ll see you tomorrow night.” “Yeah you will.” Yoongi took your bag from you and threw it over his shoulder as you passed through the door. He ignored your protests and made his way to his car, with you following close behind. He held open your door and, despite the mood you were in, you slid into the car.

For your whole shift, you’d stewed in your own annoyance and nerves until you were just itching fight. How had you been so stupid to think that everything would be alright, that Yoongi wouldn’t show up and ruin everything? How could you just let him squeeze his way into the life you had built with Cali from rock bottom up? Why were you so nervous about spending time with the boy who had abandoned you? That thought had made you mad. The last eleven years of your life had been about Cali. You’d let yourself and everyone think that you didn’t want Cali to get hurt by dating again but, really, you were afraid of getting hurt. So, by the time you were sitting in a silent car with Yoongi - who you could tell had done some stewing of his own - the atmosphere was that of a powder keg ready to blow. You’d barely made it ten minutes away from the bar before Yoongi was pulling over and angrily parking his car. “Look, I get it.” He began, his voice low. “I get that I gave you no clue as to where I was going-” “Or that you were going at all.” You sassed back, unbuckling your seat belt and throwing open the passenger door. “Yeah or that.” Yoongi growled, unbuckling his own belt and climbing out of the car. “I get it, I fucked up but it wasn’t my choice. Do you honestly think I wanted to leave you? After everything we’d been through? After all that fighting we did to be together? You father hated m-” “Regardless of what I thought, can you blame me? I was fifteen, the boy - my best friend and the love of my life - who I’d lost my virginity to the day before suddenly up and left without so much as a warning. Not to mention, I found out I was pregnant two months later to said boy which lead to me being kicked out of home a month before I gave birth to his child. So forgive me for stewing over it for almost twelve years. She’ll be eleven on Valentine’s Day, by the way.” Yoongi’s eyes softened for a moment at the little piece of information you had given his about his daughter before the fire was once again burning. “I’m not mad at you. Well, a little for not tracking me down, but I’m mostly mad at myself and my family. I should have been there to find all these little things out for myself. What father doesn’t know his own child’s birthday until she’s almost eleven?” He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. It was then that you noticed that Yoongi was as put together has he had been this afternoon. His tie had been loosened and his jacket was wrinkled. His hair had also been mussed before he ran his fingers through it. Yoongi was nervous. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d contemplated not showing up at least a dozen times before he showed up. Having coffee with your ex-girlfriend was one thing, picking up your ex-girlfriend and mother of your previously unknown child from work was something completely different.

“Please get back in the car. Let’s go to my place and we can talk. I don’t want to have this conversation in the middle of the street.” “I can’t go to your place, Yoongi.” You sighed, you found him too irresistible to be alone with him. “I’m not going to touch you. I just want to talk.” He smirked slightly and your couldn’t help your stomach twisting with lust. “I figured you wouldn’t want to bring me back to your house with Cali there.” He had a point. Alice would be there looking after Cali and she wasn’t ready to deal with that conversation. Opening the door to Yoongi’s car you put one foot into the car. “No funny business.” You said lightly before lowering yourself into his car.

Yoongi’s apartment was worlds away from the small home he’d been raised in. Whatever job he had now, the near poverty he’d been raised in was a thing of the past. You couldn’t help but feel relieved that you hadn’t invited him into your modest one bedroom apartment. This was a palace compared to what you and your child called home. You stood awkwardly in the doorway as Yoongi kicked off his shoes and strode into the apartment. It wasn’t too late to run. You could call a taxi if he refused to take you home. “Cold feet?” He smirked, raising a teasing eyebrow. “No.” You replied, kicking off your shoes and stepping onto the polished floorboards of the hallway. You joined Yoongi on the couch, putting a respectful amount of distance between the two of you. “Drink?” You gave Yoongi a look that meant you were serious. “Right, straight to storytime then.” He made himself comfortable. “I think you’ll regret not getting that drink.”

Instead of replying, you simply looked at him and waited for him to give you his excuses so you could leave. “My father was never good with money. You saw that he could never keep a job. He was lazy and unprofessional and always jumping into one get-rich-quick scheme after another. He made a deal with one too many loan sharks and we had to go into hiding. We spent most of later part of my teens on the move. Eventually, my mother couldn’t take it anymore and she left him. The two of us stayed in Seoul while he moved on.” Unable to sit still, Yoongi picked himself up off the couch and moved into the kitchen of your dreams to get himself a beer. You sat patiently, trying to take in everything he was saying. “She filed for divorce on my eighteenth birthday and that was how the gang my father was doing business with caught up with us. My mother and I were essentially taken hostage as a way to draw my father out of hiding. We were treated well - my mother ended up falling in love with the boss and he with her. My father was found dead three months after I turned twenty. Eventually, my mother married the boss and I was named his heir. They’re very happily, semi-retired in Jeju while I run the ‘family business’. Jungkook is one of the men in my inner circle. Since he’s determined to live on campus, despite being significantly older than most of the other students who deem it a necessary experience to live in tiny, shared apartments, I’m forced to visit him if I want to socialise. That’s why I was on campus today. We’d planned to ‘catch up’ over coffee when a call for a meeting with my stepfather came through. We’re just normal people, Y/N.”

You couldn’t help but feel slightly hysterical, sitting there as Yoongi told you a ridiculous story. Unable to take it anymore, you burst into nervous laughter. “Alright, Yoongi.” You got up, wiping your eyes that were teary from laughing so hard. “Seriously, if weren’t actually interested in having a relationship with Cali, you could have just said. I wouldn’t have held it against you.” Your face dropped as Yoongi stared intensely into your eyes. “Y-you’re serious? Yoongi! Y-you can’t expect me to want you around my child when you live that kind of life. How can you expect that of me?” “Please, Y/N. I promise work is work and my private life is my private life. Cali doesn’t even have to know what I do.” Yoongi looked defeated. “Except she will, Yoongi. She will because she’s alert, clever and inquisitive. She’s not a baby anymore. She’s a ten year old girl who has her own mind and drive. How could I consider myself to be a good mother if I expose her to that kind of life.” “I was honest with you, can’t you give me that? Why don’t you get to know me again, spend time with me.” He pleaded, you’d never seen Yoongi this desperate. It made your heart ache. “You’ll see that I’m good at separating my work and my personal lives. Cali doesn’t have to have anything to do with me until you’re comfortable that my career won’t put her in any danger. I really want to get to know her, Y/N.” “I don’t know, Yoongi.” You sighed, pacing back and forth around his living room. “I just don’t know. It was hard. You leaving messed me up. I haven’t dated since you, it was too hard to trust anyone. How could I bring another man into my life with I had Cali to worry about? Every decision I’ve had to make over the last eleven years - “ “Almost twelve.” Yoongi joked but his smile faded when he saw your serious look. “Sorry.” “Every decision I’ve had to make, I’ve had to consider the outcomes for two people - not just myself.”

You hated seeing Yoongi like this, even after everything you had been put through. “I’m not saying no, Yoongi.” You sighed, looking him in the eye. He perked up a little. “I just need time.” “I understand, Y/N.” “Maybe, we could keep in touch via the phone and progress from there?”  “I’d like that.”

He had you home by four. Alice had questioned you when you finally showed up, but you explained that you’d had to stay back for work. You weren’t 100% sure that she believed you but she let it go this time. As soon as she’d left, you went to stand in the doorway of your daughter’s room and watched her sleep. You had to be crazy to consider letting Yoongi back into your lives. It wasn’t like Cali would be able to take him along to parent career day. ‘This is my dad, he’s basically a mob boss.’ You rolled your eyes and moved to the small living area. You made quick work to pull out the futon and stripped down to your underwear. It seemed so far away, but you couldn’t help but dream of the day when you were stable in a real career and could afford a nicer apartment with two bedrooms. You climbed into your bed and placed your phone on charge. You’d think about everything when you weren’t so tired. As you were getting comfortable on the hard mattress, you heard your phone buzz from the arm of the futon.

[04:34] Unknown Number: So, if you haven’t dated since me, does that mean you’ve only slept with me? ;) - Y

You couldn’t help but laugh at Yoongi’s one track mind. You’d thought he seemed so mature and grown up now, yet here he was channelling his fifteen year old self. Despite your concerns, you quickly saved his number.

[04:37] You: I have to get up in a couple of hours, Yoongi. I can’t do any serious thinking if I’m tired. Go to bed.

[04:39] Min Yoongi:

Right. Of course. Going to bed.

Rolling your eyes, you decided against replying and placed your phone back onto the arm of the futon, only to have it buzz again. “Yoongi.” You growled, reaching for the offending piece of technology.

[04:41] Min Yoongi: Goodnight, Y/N.

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Happy Valentines Day, Mama

Word Count: 2254 Themes: Fluff, Smut Triggers: N/A A/N: Based on The Stork by Versigny. I would thoroughly recommend reading that before you read this. Thanks for being such a love, Versigny! I really appreciate everything! Also; it’s been so long, this made me blush and it’s not even that smutty… Sigh.

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Textbooks, lectures, and exams. What on earth had you been thinking? Running your fingers through your hair, you groaned under your breath and stared at the book in front of you. Your buzzing bag drew you from your frustration. Welcoming the unexpected distraction, you reached for the leather satchel and pulled it up onto the table. It took you a while to rifle through the bag to find the offending piece of technology, but when your hands finally closed around it, you couldn’t help but smile.

[17:29] Jin~ Fighting! We’re so proud of you!

Attached was an image of your boyfriend of (a little over) two years and your three-year-old daughter with big, toothy grins and eye smiles. Jin was pumping his fist while Vi attempted to copy him. You couldn’t help but mirror their faces as you tried to soak in every detail of the image. Now that your daughter was old enough and your inner circle of trusted people had expanded, you’d decided to go back to school to finish your degree. Through an accelerated program, you were almost finished.

Financial circumstances and Vi’s father had caused you to drop out during your second year. You’d been stupid and “in love” and the idea of following a boy (who, when you looked back on it now, you barely knew) across the country had been such a lovely and romantic notion. Things had begun to go south a year later when you realized he had been stealing from you. Of course, your money was his money so you stayed with him. After two years, when you’d learned you were pregnant, and he became violent, that was the last straw. You’d never wanted anything as badly as you wanted your child, so it had been an easy decision to make.

However, having a healthy pregnancy and child had taken priority over further education so you continued to work while the child growing inside you became your one priority. That was, until, you met Jin. He’d stumbled into your life when your daughter was barely a month old and had stuck around, through thick and thin. While you spent more time at his apartment than your own, the two of you hadn’t officially moved into together until six months ago when your lease was up. This Valentine’s Day would be your first living together. Your closest friend, the only one you had from your former life, had offered to have Vi for the night so the two of you could be alone. Since getting together, the two of you had never spent the day alone - which never had been or would be a problem. Yoongi, your best friend and Vi’s godfather, had always offered but until now you hadn’t felt comfortable leaving the two of them alone overnight. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him. On the contrary, you trusted him completely. You just felt guilty leaving him alone with a toddler on one of the most romantic nights of the year. You had caved in this year because you needed some time alone with your love. There were things that the two of you had to discuss.

[17:34] Jin~ Hurry home, Y/N. Vi wants to say goodnight before “Uncle Yoongi” arrives. ;P

A photo of your, now disinterested, daughter waiting forlornly by the daughter followed, causing you to snort before you began to pack up your things. Jin was always teasing your chaotic order but it worked for you. Replying with a quick ‘On my way!’ you made your way out of the library and towards the subway.

If you hadn’t found your daughter’s crush on her godfather so funny, the devastated look she gave you when you entered the apartment and she realised you weren’t her Yoongi would have killed you. Though, it did hurt a little when she pushed you away as you went in for a hug and returned to waiting for Yoongi. Pouting, you regarded your daughter. When had she gotten so big? You were so engrossed in your self-pity, you barely noticed Jin approach you from behind and wrap his arms around you. His face pressed against the crook of your neck, you barely heard his murmured ‘missed you’. Swiveling around in his embrace, you wrapped your arms around his tall frame and placed your lips against his. “I missed you too.” You breathed as you pulled away. “I can’t believe I get you all to myself tonight,” Jin smirked, his eyes roaming your face and his voice low. His focus was slightly fuzzy, it was almost as if he was drunk off the mere presence of you. “I’m not going to hold back, Y/N.” “Alright, you two.” A voice came from the doorway, your daughter’s excited tone coming into focus as you remembered where you were. “There are children present.”

“One child, one adult with the mentality of a child.” You drawled, untangling yourself from your love’s arms to approach your best friend and place a chaste kiss on his cheek. “Can mama have a goodbye hug and kiss?”

Your daughter seemed to consider it for a moment before she nodded. “Goodbye, mama.” She beamed, reaching out to give you a hug and a kiss. “Goodbye, baby.” You replied, feeling a little emotional over your daughter leaving for her first night away from you. Of course, you were already over-emotional but this didn’t help. “Papa!” She called, holding her chubby little hands out for Jin. “Goodbye! Look after mama! I’ll be going to Uncle Yoongi’s!” Watching Jin scoop Vi up and give her a huge hug and kiss made your heart ache with happiness. The love that man had for your child… It was enough to make you melt. She was his child in all but blood. He’d been more constant in her life than her own father, but there were times you worried that he would wake up and come to his senses. Of course now…

Yoongi didn’t stay around longer than was necessary. The second the door closed, with Yoongi and Vi on the other side, of course, Jin’s arms wrapped around you once more. “Dinner or dessert first?” He murmured, causing you to laugh at how corny he was. “Does that line work on all the girls?” You flirted, looking up at him with your brow raised. “Only the one that matters.” You rolled your eyes at his teasing tone and smacked his chest playfully. “I’m awfully hungry,” You deadpanned if that was how he wanted to play it. You watched his royal features screw up in disappointment before you burst out in peals of laughter. “But I could go for dessert first.”

Pouting, he scooped you up and carried you towards the bedroom, ignoring your protests of how heavy you were. You were quickly silenced by his lips. Desperately, the two of you made quick work of one another’s clothes. With the whole night to yourselves, there would be time for slow and sweet, but for now, you needed one another fast. It was impossible to tell where you ended and Jin began. Your mind was positively, divinely cloudy with lust as heat pooled in your belly. They two of you made time to be intimate, but it was often hushed and reverent as there was a child in the next room. The last time the two of you had truly let go had been Christmas Eve. Yoongi had been watching Vi then too, while the two of you prepared last minute gifts. Little had you known… You giggled thinking about the news you had for Jin, too drunk on love to think anything negative about his reaction. “What?” He murmured, his lips finding your neck and sucking roughly. “I was just remembering last time we were alone like this.” You replied, straddling and grinding against him. He let out a low groan, his hands flying to your hips. “Oh yeah, I believe it also started in a similar position.” He smirked and rolled his hips into you, causing you to moan wantonly. “How are you so wet? I’ve barely touched you.”

Raising your hips, you reached between the two of you and positioned him at your entrance coating him in your juices before sinking down onto him, letting him fill you. The two of you moaned in unison. He barely let you adjust before he was moving deeply, sensually inside you. You head lolled back, your hands on his shoulders to support yourself as your back arched. Jin took the opportunity to lean down and capture your nipple between his teeth. “Morel.” You breathed, bucking your hips wildly. Jin let out a feral snarl as he flipped you over. Your legs were hoisted unceremoniously onto his shoulders as he pistoned in and out of you. Lost in the two of you, you unabashedly began to moan. Your words became unintelligible as you let the feeling take you over and then you were gone. White, blinding lights exploded behind your eyes as you came, followed quickly by Jin. You vaguely registered him cursing before he, too, came undone.

Moments later, the two of you lay cuddled up sweaty, sated and speechless. While any time with Jin was perfect, being lost in the moment like that were your favourite. You fingers traced lazy trails across his chest as you snuggled closer to him, ignoring the feeling of his seed spilling from inside you. “Sorry,” Jin spoke finally, his tone sheepish. “I was a little rough.” You felt a little bruised but not in a bad way. If at any time, you’d felt uncomfortable you would have easily let him know and he would have stopped. You trusted him entirely. “It is more than alright.” You hummed, fully satisfied. “Let me get something to clean you up, I couldn’t pull out in time.” Grinning, you propped yourself up on his chest and looked deeply into his eyes. “Leave it.” You purred, kissing him seductively. “I like it.” You couldn’t help but giggle when his hands tightened around you and he let out a warning growl. “Watch it, Y/N.” “OK, OK.” You teased, placing a chaste kiss to his nose. “Besides, you don’t have to worry about me getting pregnant.” He looked at you, his face awash with confusion. You’d never been a fan of the pill or medical contraceptives, if you didn’t know 100% what was going in your body you simply didn’t want it near you. Until now, the two of you had relied on more natural methods. “When did you go on the pill?” He asked, knowing your stance on such things. You shook your head, your eyes never leaving his. It took a moment for Jin to comprehend what was going on and even as the flicker of understanding crossed his face, he still looked uncertain. “Are you…”

When you nodded, a face splitting grin graced his beautiful face. “You’re pregnant?” “I’m pregnant.” Jin’s lips crashed against yours, pouring every ounce of love that he felt for you. “I adore you.” He breathed against your lips, his tone as if he were deep in prayer. “I… Not only are you the love of my life, you’ve given me this perfect little family in you and Vi and now… You’re expanding that family with me? I’ll never deserve you, Y/N.” You couldn’t help the tears that slipped from your eyes. “Please, it’s me who will never deserve you. You took me and Vi in and gave us a home. You treat that little girl as if she’s your own, I-” “She is my own.” “Jin…” “No, Y/N. As far as I’m concerned, Vi is just as much my child as the baby you’re carrying is.” He paused before disentangling himself from you and opening the drawer beside his bed. Curiously, you sat up and watched him reach into the organised drawer and pull something out. “I was going to wait until after dinner but…”

An A4 manila envelope was placed in your exposed lap. You opened it and pulled out the paper, watery eyes scanning the document. It took a moment to realise what he’d handed you. When it registered, you began to sob. “You know what this means, right?” He asked, his tone slightly worried. You nodded. “I want to adopt Vi. I want,” He pulled a small box from the drawer and held it open. “I want to marry you and I want to adopt Vi and I want us to be a real family. I know we’re already a real family, but I want to make it so no one can den--” You kissed him sloppily, cutting him off. How had this perfect man found you and your daughter? How had you got so lucky to get a second chance? “I love you. Of course, I’ll marry you. I would be honoured. I know Vi would love for you to adopt her and become her papa legally.” Jin slipped a ring onto your finger and brought the palm of your hand up to his lips. “I love you, Y/N.” “I love you too, Jin.” “Happy Valentine’s Day, Mama.”

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Choose Your Own Romance: Series One - BTS (We Got Married) - Intro

Chapters: Start -> Athlete Path -> “He doesn’t have a bug collection does he? That would be a major deal breaker.”

A filming crew had shown up to your morning training and had set up while you warmed up in the gym. By the time your warm-up had finished, so had they and while you began your training, they also got to work filming promo shots as well as footage for the show. As you warming down with a run, you were handed a maroon envelope as you crossed the finish line. You took it and the bottle of water that your coach handed you, drinking from the latter. Huffing, you made your way to the bench and placed the bottle next to you as you sat down. You reached for a towel and mopped your face and neck before hanging it over your shoulder and opening the envelope.

‘Congratulations on your virtual marriage! Please get ready and meet your future husband at the cafe marked on the following map.’

On the following page, there was a simple map with directions to a cafe that you knew well.

Once you had showered, your hair and makeup had been done by a handful of women and two other women had dressed you, you were being driven by your manager toward the cafe. The film crew had set up a small camera in the car to film the 30 minute trip from the Korea National Training Center to the cafe where you would meet your husband. You felt strange being filmed doing something so mundane but you had been assured it was just in case they needed the extra footage. It was understandable but it didn’t help the growing nerves in your stomach.

What had you been thinking agreeing to be on this show? You’d yet to turn 20 - not that you were long off the birthday and you’d never had any romantic experiences. Since you were seven, your life had been about sports and training for the Olympics. There’d been no time for anything else. Hell, you barely had any friends - let alone romantic interests. However, the more than you thought about it, the more you realised that maybe this could be a good thing for you. Your life had been quite lonely. You parents had been very busy and you were an only child. Your coach had been the only constant person in your life and his wife and children had been a second family. Especially after your parents had died. If anything, perhaps you would walk away from this experience with a new friend.

Sensing your discomfort, your manager tried to lighten the mood by steering the conversation toward your training while trying to subtly find out how you were feeling about the ‘marriage’ situation. Thankfully, it had worked and soon you were pulling up to the cafe.

“Who were you expecting to be waiting for you at the cafe?” “Honestly, I didn’t think about it. I was mainly worrying that he would be a lot older than me. I’ve never experience romance before, not even a crush, so I was worried that I would be a burden on a much older husband.”

Fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, you stepped out of the car and took your bag from the floor of the vehicle. With a determined bounce in your step, you made your way into the cafe, looking around to see if anyone was around. Your eyes drifted to a pair of male shoes descending the stairs to your right. Your heart stilled in your chest for a second before beating wildly as the person got closer, unable to move from your place in the doorway.

For a moment the crew and the staff faded from your mind and your view as your eyes finally locked with those of Jeon Jungkook’s. Your heart beat faster as he smiled shyly and stepped toward you. Were your palms sweating? Swallowing, you rubbed them absentmindedly against the jeans your wore and smiled back.

“Hello, my name is Jeon Jungkook and I’m the maknae of BTS.” Jungkook smiled cheekily as he greeted the crew, completely at ease in front of the camera. “I wanted to do something that my hyungs hadn’t, so I thought I’d get married.” “You seemed quite happy to see _____-ssi?” “Yes, we’ve been on a variety show together before. She’s not like other girls. I feel comfortable being around her.”

“Hello.” You said softly as he finally stood before you. “It’s been a while.” “It has. You’ve been busy.” He smiled and you nodded. You’d work with BTS on an episode of Running Man last year, and you’d gotten along quite well with all the boys but Jungkook especially. You were relieved it was him that you were paired with. “I found us a table upstairs. I’ll order for you if you want to go up?” You shook your head. “Let’s catch up while we wait.” The smile he gave you made your breath catch in your throat.

Once the two of you had your drinks and were settled upstairs, the awkward silence set in. You couldn’t help but feel a little nervous as you sat opposite each other unable to make eye contact. Why had the buddings of a friendship suddenly become so awkward? Reaching for your drink, you took a moment to calm your nerves determined to say something but he beat you to it. “I was thinking…” “Yes?” “I’m not sure about you, but I don’t have much romantic experience.” His ears turned pink as he spoke. “I don’t know if I’d feel comfortable jumping straight into marriage.” You weren’t sure why, but his words made your stomach sink momentarily. “Oh…” Why did you sound so disappointed? It wasn’t like this would go to air if he broke off the marriage before an episode had ever aired. He seemed to notice your disappointment and his face quickly changed to shock. “Please don’t think I won’t want to marry you still! I was just thinking that we could take things a little slower? We could date first and then if you still wanted to marry me, we could progress from there?” Your shoulders relaxed and you nodded. “I think that would be for the best.” You agreed. “I don’t have any experience in this sort of thing at all.” “Well then, pinky promise? We’ll take things slow as a couple.” He held out his pinky finger and you reached out and linked your own with his. His hands were so big compared to yours. “Pinky promise.”

The rest of the date went well, with the two of you chatting easily. If you had to guess, you’d say that there was even flirting involved. All too soon, it was over and the two of you had to go your separate ways. The PD signaled for the two of you to wrap it up. “So, for our second date, what would you like to do?” Jungkook asked, his eyes smiling as they met yours.

How will you answer?

I’ve always wanted to go for a walk along the Han river at night to look at the lights.

Why don’t you decide?

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Choose Your Own Romance: Series One - BTS (We Got Married) - Intro

Chapters: Start -> Model Path -> “... basketball.”

It felt stuffy inside the car as you drove toward where you would be meeting your husband. A maroon coloured envelope had been delivered to you backstage, asking you to pick your husband up from the airport and enjoy a short date as you took him to his next schedule. It was fashion week in Seoul, and you were in high demand this year. Of course, the variety show had been carefully planned around the shows you were walking in and today was your least busy day. You’d walked that morning in an up-and-comer’s show, you only had three hours before you needed to be back to get ready for your next show. Given that you had an hours drive ahead of you and an hour to your husband’s destination, that didn’t give you a whole lot of time together.

Part of you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that your first meeting with your husband would be in your car on the way to work but, on the other hand, you were relieved. It would be harder to fall head-over-heels for someone when you barely spent any time with them. Right?

You enjoyed driving and you enjoyed cars. You’d made sure to get your licence as soon as you were old enough and you preferred to get yourself around to jobs. You saved up and bought your baby (a dark blue, 2017 Lexus LF-LC) and today was the first day you had taken her out for a spin. However, you were beginning to regret it. You swallowed and pulled into the airport parking lot. Your nerves were killing the high you would normally feel in driving a beautiful machine. After pulling into the closest free spot, you killed the engine and sat in your car for a second. You tried to ignore the small camera that had been mounted in your car while keeping your image intact. Gathering your bag, you quickly checked your appearance in the rearview mirror - perfect, before exiting the car.

“How did you feel as you made your way to meet your husband?” You smiled coolly and ran your hand through your hair. “I have to admit that I was a little nervous.” You let a little emotion slip out from behind your facade. “I felt like I was being so obvious, but I’m glad I wasn’t.

It was hard to make out any one face in the sea of people coming and going from the airport. You were beginning to get flustered, your cool demeanor slipping when you heard screams coming from your left. Surely, that was for your husband? The commotion got louder and suddenly, someone had gripped your wrist. You jolted in shock and made to snatch your wrist back when your eyes met with the perpetrator's own. “You’re my wife.” The question - if it could be called that - was directed at you with a smirk and an uplifted brow. You pulled it away, forgetting where you were and what you were doing. “Your wife who prefers not to be manhandled.” You answered, narrowing your eyes slightly, but you held your free hand to shake his. “___ ______.” “Min Yoongi.” He replied, dropping your wrist and taking your offered hand. “Let’s get out of here. I wanna spend some time getting to know my wife before I have to go back to work.”

You hated that the way he called you ‘wife’ and the smirk on his face brought butterflies to your stomach. “Did you get driven here?” It was your turn to smirk as you began to walk towards where you had parked your car. “Something like that.”

“Yes, hello, my name is Suga and I’m BTS lead rapper.” Yoongi’s smile could make anyone pay attention. “It’s been some time since our debut, so I thought it was a good time to see what married life was like. I want to have a marriage that is very stylish but fun.” “What kind of wife would you like?” “Someone who’s composed and wise. Lately, I’ve liked cool girls like ______-ssi or TWICE’s Mina.” “If you had to choose one to be your wife, which would you choose?” “Hmmm, _____-ssi.”

Yoongi’s reaction to your car made you smile. He tried so hard to keep the surprise from his features but for a split second, you could see it written across his face. The drive out of the airport had been quite awkward. Every time the conversation would pick up, you would have to stop the car for other merging traffic or to deal with a toll booth and the conversation would still to an awkward silence. That all changed once you got out on the open road and the two of you got used to each other’s presence. Conversation with Yoongi was easy and filled with banter. All thoughts of being worried about doing the show gradually faded as the trip progressed.

Soon, the two of you were pulling up to a photography studio and you felt your heart sink. Where had the time gone? Pulling into a parking spot, you shut off the engine and the two of you sat silently in the car, neither of you really wanting to separate.

“______-ssi, it seemed like you didn’t want to leave your husband after meeting him?” The PD questioned as you sat in the interview room. It was embarrassing to think that you had allowed such a feeling to show through but you really hadn’t wanted to go your separate ways. Of course, now that you weren’t around Yoongi, the worry that you would get attached too soon, too fast was just as strong as it had been before you had met him. The PD’s question had come as a shock to you though and caught you off guard for a moment. “I… felt a little cheated. The trip had been quicker than we were both expecting so we didn’t get to spend the full time we thought we’d have together. It felt like we were just starting to be comfortable with each other and we were having to separate. Such is the life of a busy person, I suppose.”

“Well,” Yoongi said breaking the silence. His voice almost sounded like a sigh. “It’s been fun, wife.” He giggled and you couldn’t help but crack a smile. “I don’t know if I’d go that far,” You teased, your voice flirtatious as your eyes swept your husband’s face. He was definitely handsome, and you could definitely feel the tension dripping between the two of you. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad experience after all - if your heart stayed intact. “But it was definitely an experience, husband.” “I’ll say.” You could tell that he was looking at you with the same hunger that you’d looked at him. “Until next time.”

You watched him exit your car and enter the building. The crew that had been following behind approached to take down the camera equipment from your car and you made to step out so they could work without you in the way. As you began to exit the car you noticed a small piece of folded up paper sitting on the passenger seat. You grabbed it without thinking and stepped out of the car.

Once the crew had done what they needed to do, you drove to your next show. Before you exited the car, you opened the note. What was written on the piece of paper made your breath catch in your throat.

What was written in the note?

Yoongi’s phone number

‘Meet me at Club Y at 11 tonight - Y.”

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Long and Winding Road

Part O N E || *more coming soon* Word Count: 3,878 Requested by: anonymous Themes: Angst, AU,  Triggers: Rape, Blood, Physical violence, Sexual violence, Hospitals, Date-rape drugs, Detailed, Violence against women A/N: This was hard to write. I’m not going to lie. I took my own experience, along with the experience of other’s to try and do this request justice. Rape, sexual assault, and violence against anyone is never OK. If you or anyone you know are struggling with these issues, please seek help. It’s hard and it will be painful but it will get better. Hopefully, I won’t have to go into extreme detail in the parts to follow but I’m not going to leave anything out. 

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“Oppa…” You whined, reaching for the glass of soju that your older brother was holding out of your way. “You know you’re not technically 19 until midnight, Y/N.” Jin teased, downing the clear liquid in one shot. “You should be lucky that Jiwoo’s letting you inside her club when you’re still 18.” Namjoon teased, ruffling your hair. Your brother and his friends always made you feel like such a little baby. You gaze flickered to Jungkook who stood off to the side, slowly sipping his own drink. He’d been old enough to drink for a handful of months now but wasn’t a big drinker. He’d really only agreed to go out with you all because you wanted so badly to join in with your older brother and his friends. You’d always thought they were so cool. “One little drink, please Oppa?” You pleaded, your face contorting into the face that you knew always worked on your brother. In Jin’s defence, he tried really hard to say no to you. “One drink, Y/N.” He sighed, reaching for the bottle of soju and pouring you half a glass. “Oppa.” Your pout morphed into a grin as he sighed and topped up the glass. You reached for the glass and politely downed the drink, wincing slightly as the strange taste coated your tongue and throat. Your face turned pink as you willed yourself not to cough and splutter at the taste. The boys cracked up laughing, even the unusually somber Jungkook couldn’t help but grin at your reaction.

As Jin moved out of the room to make last minute arrangements, Namjoon topped up your glass with a wink. “Tell Hyung and I’ll deny everything.” He chuckled. When you downed the second shot, he filled it up again. “One more and that’s it until midnight. It’s no fun to go clubbing sober.” Nodding, you downed your third drink of the evening before holding your hand out once more. “Have you guys all got a jacket?” You could hear Jin coming back into the living room where you all stood. Your eyes widened as you quickly downed the shot and placed the glass on the coffee table. You brothers friends all rolled their eyes and told Jin that they did. “Every time.” Taehyung groaned. You giggled, the four drinks you’d had in a short space of time making your head a little woozy. Jin passed you a jacket, a bulky leather thing that did nothing for the cute - and slightly mature - outfit that you’d picked out. Of course, that was what Jin wanted.

However, you couldn’t bring yourself to argue as you pulled on the jacket. If you zipped it up, you probably wouldn’t be able to see the hemline of your dress. “Can we go yet?” You asked, feeling impatient as you gripped Namjoon’s arm and leaned on him. Your eyes met Jungkook’s for a second, something flashing behind his eyes that made you let go of Namjoon’s arm and straighten up.

You’d always had a thing for your brother’s youngest friend but even though only five months separated the two of you. Even though you were so close in age, Jungkook had always been out of range. He hung out with the older boys, ran in the same “cool” circles that your brother ran in. You were just a kid. You were hoping that tonight would change that. Tonight your brother, and his friends - especially Jungkook - would see you as the adult woman you were.

The club was just starting to fill up as you all arrived. Jimin had told you that things really didn’t pick up until 1 or 2 in the morning. As it had only just gone 11:30, you figured there wouldn’t be many people there, but you were wrong. If this wasn’t a full house, you really couldn’t imagine what it would look like in a couple of hours. Your brother put a protective arm around you as your group was let through the ropes and allowed straight into the club. The loud music hit you as though you’d walked into a wall. You paused for a moment, trying to take everything in. It was a sensory overload. Your brother’s firm hand in the middle of your back guided you towards a table that had been reserved for you all to celebrate your birthday. You allowed your brother to help you into your seat as you stared around the room in awe. It took you a second to realise you were being spoken to. “Hmm?” You murmured before your eyes snapped to meet with Jungkook’s. “Do you want a coke or something?” He muttered just loud enough to be heard over the music. “Oh yeah, thanks.” You smiled, getting up as he did. “I’ll come with you, you won’t be able to carry everything about, right?” Jungkook shrugged but didn’t stop you from following him.

The two of you made your way to the bar. Jungkook leaned effortlessly on the bar and tried to signal a bartender. When no one came, he turned to you and muttered a quick ‘wait here.’ before heading down to the other end of the bar. You stood awkwardly and watched him retreat, quickly being swallowed by the crowd. Turning around to look over at the table, you saw the other boys all preoccupied with something or another. You clicked your tongue against the back of your teeth and rolled your eyes. So much for keeping his eyes on you the whole time. “You with them, sweetheart?” A smooth voice pulled you from your thoughts. You looked up to see two handsome men staring back at you. For a moment, you were stunned by their beauty. “You’re cute.” The other grinned, causing a blush to spread across your face, neck, and chest. “T-thanks.” You smiled, running your fingers through the ends of your hair nervously. “So are you with those guys?” Asked the first guy, you nodded, glancing nervously over at the guys before turning back to face the two handsome strangers. “My brother and his friends.” You told them, smiling sweetly. “It’s my birthday.”

“Well, We’d better buy you a drink then.” The second guy turned to the bar and quickly signalled a bartender. You couldn’t help but bitterly think how easily it was for him to flag someone down - unlike Jungkook who was still missing. “Thanks,” Your attention was pulled away from the second guy by the first, leaning in and resting his hand on your arm. “I’m Sanghoon and my friend is Youngjin.” You turned to look back at Youngjin - who was ordering your drink - only to have Sanghoon take your chin and draw your attention back to him, leaning in close. The heat once again returned to your face, his eyes drawing you in. You blinked a couple of time, swaying on the spot before stepping back. “I should get back to my brother.” You breathed, beginning to feel uncomfortable. “What’s the rush, you haven’t even had a drink yet?” Youngjin was back and a cool glass was quickly in your hand. “Gin and tonic, I think you’ll like it.”

With both sets of eyes on you, you couldn’t help but bring the glass up to your lips and take a long drink. You felt nervous. Where the hell was Jungkook? “Hey babe, thanks for waiting.” You almost breathed a sigh of relief when you felt Jungkook return, finally. You were almost too distracted to notice how low Jungkook’s hand was on your back. It was almost, possessive. “Jungkook.” You breathed, leaning into his touch. “Thank you for the drink. I really need to head back.” The hand pressed tightly to the small of your back was making you feel dizzy as you reached to give the drink back to them. “It’s fine,” Sanghoon smiled, though it looked a little forced as he eyed off Jungkook. “Keep it, as a happy birthday wish from us.” You looked nervously to Jungkook who shrugged. “Well, thank you then.” You smiled, still feeling off about it. “Have a lovely night.” “Oh, I’m sure we will.” Youngjin replied.

Jungkook guided you, stiffly away from the two men, one hand still on the small of your back while the other balanced a tray with everyone’s drinks. When you got back to the table, it was easy for the boys to tell that something had gone wrong. “Why didn’t you stay put like I told you?” Jungkook demanded, his hand finally leaving your back. “Well, if you didn’t notice, I didn’t move an inch. They approached me, Jungkook.” You argued back, feeling fired up but not quite there at the same time. Assuming it was just the heat of the rapidly filling club, you took a long drink from your glass to cool you down. “What is going on?” Jin demanded, glancing between the two of you. “You sister was being totally oblivious letting two creeps chat her up at the bar. They bought her that drink.” Jungkook fumed, getting more angry by the second. “What?” Jin balked, his gaze turning to you now. You flushed angrily. “So I think what we need to take away from this, Jeon Jungkook,” You seethed, pointing a finger against his chest angrily as you swayed slightly. When had the room started to spin? “Is that, next time, you’ll make a move on me instead of waiting until someone else shows a scrap of interest so you can act all jealous and macho. Green is a very unflattering colour on you.”

You downed the rest of your drink quickly and set it down quite hard on the table, all eyes on you as if you’d just grown a second head. “I’m going to get some air.” You snapped. “It’s stuffy in here.” You stormed away, pretending not to hear them calling for you as you made your way out onto the street. Ignoring the people waiting to get into the club, you stumbled down the street, your head killing you as everything got foggier and foggier. Ducking into a nearby alleyway, you doubled over, feeling as if you needed to be sick but nothing would come. “Well, well,” A familiar voice pulled you into a standing position. Where had you heard that voice? “Hi there, sweetheart.”

Everything went black.

Jungkook sat, fuming as his friends gave him the third degree, nursing his beer. He hadn’t expected you to blow up at him like that. Hell, he didn’t even know why he’d reacted to badly. All he knew was that he’d appeared from ordering everyone’s drinks to see you being hit on by two very attractive men. He’d felt inferior to them but he’d long decided that he would push all feelings he might have had for you away as you were one of his closest friend’s little sisters. It wouldn’t have been right to make a move when you had such a strong relationship with your brother. However, all thoughts of that had been pushed aside when he’d seen you there. One of the guys had his hand on your chin as he leaned in closer and closer. It was enough to have him seeing red. “Shouldn’t you go out there, Jin?” Jimin asked, looking at Jungkook nervously. “She’s been gone for a long time, what if she’s being sick? She had a lot to dri-” He stopped when Namjoon gave him a look. “I was aware that she’d had one shot of soju before we left, Namjoon,” Jin glared, a dark aura pulsing from him. Jin was a huge softy unless it had to do with his sister and her wellbeing. “Along with whatever those men bought her - which I’m still not happy about, Jungkook. Just how many drinks did my sweet, baby sister have when my back was turned?” Namjoon swallowed, looking down and muttering the answer? “How many, you’ll have to speak up - it’s loud in here.” Namjoon held up three fingers. “So, and please correct me if I’m wrong, my sister - who, until half an hour ago, was still a minor - had four shots of soju in rapid succession and an unidentified alcoholic drink, also quite quickly, in the space of say, forty minutes?” He pushed up from the chair, unsure if he would hit the next person who spoke, or if he should check on you first, when the music came to a deafening halt. “Sorry to interrupt.” Came a voice through the speakers, sounding like they were just trying to hold things together. “But there’s been… is anyone… God, this is a cliche - is there a doctor in the house?”

Everyone waited quietly for further explanation but a man was already hurrying to the DJ’s platform to offer his services. Everyone spilled out of the club, their human nature to know all winning out over their sense of decorum. Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi and Hoseok - feeling awkward as they sat through two of their friends being interrogated by another - took the opportunity to rush outside with everyone else. Jin glared at Namjoon and Jungkook, daring them to move from their seat. “This is why I didn’t want her coming with us.” He sighed, sitting down at the table and running a hand through his hair. “Shit just get’s messed up. I’m supposed to look after her, but it’s damn near impossible when I’ve also got to look out for all of you guys. This is a terrible place to keep an eye on you all at once.” A ringing pulled had the two boys off the hook for a second as he reached for his phone, hoping that it was you calling to say you were alright but it was Hoseok. “I’m not coming out to look at whatever mess is left behind after some brawl, Hoseok.” Jin sighed, feeling older than he was. “H-hyung.” The way that his friend’s voice cracked, had the blood draining from his body. Oh God, no. A feeling of dread settled in his stomach that he couldn’t shake. Namjoon and Jungkook stilled, their eyes never wavering from their friend’s defeated frame. “Hoseok…” “I… It’s Y/N.”

Jin jumped to his feet, his phone falling to the table as he sprinted out the door. Namjoon picked the phone up and pressed it to his ear, listening to the other end. His eyes widened as he looked to Jungkook before the two of them raced out after Jin. “It’s alright, I’m… I’m her brother.” They could hear Jin’s loud, unsettling cries over the murmurs of the crowd. Police were beginning to work on crowd control, guiding everyone back into the club so that they could begin questioning, and Jungkook could make out the faint sound of an ambulance siren. “Y/N!” Jin was yelling, pain dripping from his voice. “Y/N!” Jungkook’s feet felt like lead as he and Namjoon pushed through the retreating crowd. Namjoon said something to the police, but it sounded muffled - as if Jungkook had cotton wool stuck in his ears. Then they were on the other side of the, freshly strung up, police tape with the rest of the boys.

It took Jungkook a while to realise what he was looking at. Whatever it was, it was a mess. Jin was clinging to a pale-faced Namjoon, his voice growing hoarse from screaming and crying. Yoongi had stormed off, away from the scene, raging into the night air. Jimin stood, stunned and staring, as Hoseok tried to pull him away. Taehyung had shocked, silent tears streaming down his face as he looked away.

You lay, in the middle of the dirty alleyway, covered in blood and… other fluids that Jungkook didn’t even want to think about. Your face had already started to swell from the obviously savage beating you had endured. It was horrific, but the worst part, the part that killed Jungkook the most, was that you were completely naked. The jacket, Jin’s jacket, that you had been wearing was lying in a shredded mess less than a meter from your body. That, too, had been branded in a similar fashion to your body. It was as if whoever had done this to you, had left it as a message. ‘Mine. This girl is mine.’ It seemed to scream at him. This person had seen a man’s jacket on your feminine frame and had automatically assumed that it belonged to a lover - not a sibling - and that lover needed to pay.

Jungkook vaguely registered paramedics pushing past him to get to you, words flying around as his friends all grieved in their own way. He only caught pieces of the conversation. ‘Barely breathing… bleeding vaginally… gonna need a rape kit…’ ‘... have one?’ came the reply. Jungkook continued to stand, stoically, as he was approached by an officer. It wasn’t until the officer had physically shaken him that he’d snapped out of it. “Are you also her brother?” Jungkook took a moment to register the words. “We’re friends.” He finally admitted. “Your friend over there holding the brother said that you were all her brothers.” Jungkook scoffed. “We’re all close - if anything he’s like a brother to her, but no. We’re just friends.” The words ‘just friends’ had Jungkook breaking down finally. Why hadn’t he said anything to you sooner? The officer patted Jungkook awkwardly on the shoulder. “Uh, well, then, those two can ride in the ambulance with her to the hospital but the rest of you…” “We need to be there.” Jungkook demanded, not caring who he was addressing. “This is all my fault. I should have looked out for her better.” “We need to go to the hospital anyway - to see if we can get anything from her when she wakes up. We can fit five of you in the back of the van - if that’s what you really want to do. It’s not going to be pretty. They’re going to be using a lot of lingo that will be very confronting. Can you handle that?”

Jungkook flicked his gaze to a very distraught looking Jin as he watched them load you into the back of the ambulance before climbing in after you. “It doesn’t matter if I can or can’t handle it. My friends will say the same. What matters is being there for our friends.” His honesty seemed to win over the police officer completely and before long, the five of them were pulling up to the hospital.

Jin sat emotionless in the hallway while Namjoon paced outside a door. Hoseok went straight to Jin, sliding his back down the wall so he could pull his friend into his side and comfort him. Yoongi was still angry, unable to be near any of them after climbing out of the police van. He stood away from the boys, brooding. Jimin surveyed his friends, unsure of what to do while Taehyung finally moved to sit with Jin and Hoseok. Jungkook watched as the officer and his partner slipped past Namjoon and into the room you were being kept in. As the door closed he heard a flat, constant beep coming from the room before more doctors and nurses rushed into the room. The boys all looked up at the sound and saw everything that was going on in the room as the door swung wide open. Jungkook had to spring forward and stop Namjoon from rushing in after everyone. The two officers stepped out and waited uncomfortably by the door, refusing to meet anyone’s eye.

Finally, it went quiet inside the room and the extra hospital staff went back to their own work. The officers continued to wait until a young woman stepped out of the room and said something to them before handing them a white box with navy writing. Jungkook clenched his fists as he made out the words “sexual assault” before the officers carried it away. The officer who had comforted him at the club, gave him a sad smile before he followed his partner and disappeared around the corner. He barely noticed Hoseok helping Jin stand before the woman approached the group. “One of you is the brother?” She asked. Jungkook was able to read ‘Dr. Choi’ on the badge pinned to her scrubs before the blood stains covering her clothes got too distracting and he had to look away. “He is.” Hoseok offered, his voice cracking. “I don’t think he’s up to hearing anything right now. Could we at least stay to support him?” “I’m not…” It was easy to see that she was uncomfortable with the whole situation but she nodded. “We can’t know for sure as we’ve been unable to get her in for a xray just yet, but it seems like the patient received blunt force trauma repeatedly to the face and ribs which would most likely result in her ribs - at the very least being broken. I would go so far to say that her nose and possibly left cheek bone are also broken but time will tell. Her right tibia is shattered, most likely to something being brought down with exceeding force onto the bone. It’s in such a mess that we don’t need a xray to tell us that.” As the doctor spoke, the door opened and you were wheeled out of the room looking pale as a ghost with a blanket draped across your body to protect your modesty. Blood had seeped through the flimsy material and the boys had to fight to keep Jin from seeing. The doctor cleared her throat. “We need to get her into surgery right away to not only repair the bone but to also stop the bleeding. Internally,” She sighed. “It doesn’t look good. We almost lost her on the way here,” Everyone’s eyes snapped to Jin and Namjoon who looked as if they had been to hell and back. “As well as just now while we were examining her. We won’t know for sure what kind of damage she’ll be living with until she wakes up - if she wakes up. She’s suffered a majorly traumatic experience and her body may never be the same. You need to prepare for the event that she doesn’t survive this. I’m sorry. If you’ll follow me, I’ll show you to where you can wait for her to leave the surgery.” As she turned to show the group out of the hall, Jungkook called to her. “Can you tell us what happened to her?” The doctor stilled before turning around. “Toxicology shows that she was given a drug that would render her unconscious. This was probably slipped to her in a drink. After ingesting the drugged drink, she probably felt sick and attributed this to too much alcohol too quickly and went outside to clear her head." Jungkook wanted to kick himself. Why had he let you drink something from a stranger? What had Namjoon been thinking plying you with alcohol before taking you to a crowded club? "We won’t know for sure until we get the results sent back from forensics but due to the amount of… fluids found on and inside her body, one would hypothesise that she was raped and beaten by at least two individuals - possibly... probably more. I'm so sorry."

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Maybe, Baby. - Part 1/?

Part O N E || *coming soon* Word Count: 3,159 Themes: AU, Family, mafia!yoongi Triggers: N/A A/N: I know I have a request waiting to be written but it’s on a hard topic for me to write. I will do it because I made a promise to myself that I’ll never turn down a request, but I wanted to take a break from writing the first part and write something a little different. This will be a series and it will have everything in it. It will range from fluffy to smutty-mcsmut smut, family to angst. I don’t know how many parts it will be just yet, we’ll see what happens. P.S - I know that their ages aren’t right - this is AU af.

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“Cali, I swear,” You groaned, rushing around the house and almost killing yourself as you tripped on some toys that your daughter had left lying around. “If you don’t get your bag and put your shoes on right now, you’re going to school in your slippers - without lunch.” Life as a single mother was always interesting, especially since your daughter had started elementary school. It was hard to believe that the tiny baby you’d had just shy of sixteen was now a ten-year-old who was her own person. “Okay, okay.” Cali grumbled as she grabbed her bag from the kitchen counter and made her way to where you stood in the entrance. She pulled her backpack on - taking her sweet time - before slipping her feet into her school shoes. Your daughter reminded you more and more of her father every day. Even after all this time, the very thought of your first love was enough to cause your heart to pang painfully.

Your traditional parents hadn’t been supportive when you’d informed them that you were pregnant and planning on keeping the baby. They’d let you stay in their house until you found a place to stay and since then you’d been on your own. You managed, however, and the two of you were much better off without your mother and father. Though it got lonely and you missed adult company, it had always been the two of you and that was something you wouldn’t change for anything.

With Cali safely dropped off at her Elementary school, you had to hurry to make it to your first class for the day. You’d decided to go back to school a year ago. Graduating high school at been hard enough with a young baby, but you had done it. Thankfully, you were blessed to have wonderful teachers who had gone above and beyond to help you out. You hadn’t even considered further education - though you had dreamed about completing your goals - until Cali’s 10th birthday. She was old enough to walk to and from school, especially when the school was only three blocks away, and you had formed an amazing support group in the city. It had been the support of Cali’s best friend’s mother who had finally given you the confidence to enroll at University.

Hurrying through the school gates, your feet guided you as if on auto-pilot toward your first class, you barely took in the other students milling around. When you’d first gone back to school, you felt so out of place. Everyone seemed so much younger than you when in reality you were only eight or nine years older than most of the other students in your classes. However, the further you got into the year, the less you worried about what other people thought. You’d almost completed your first year of university and, now, you were confident to just go through the motions to get by. With a million things on your mind, you barely noticed you were about to collide with someone until it was too late. With a crude omph, you crashed into the broad chest of another person. “Sorry,” You cringed, stepping back and reaching to grab your backpack that had slipped off your shoulder only to have a second person reach down and pick it up first. “I should have been paying attention.” You glanced at the person you’d run into first but kept the second person in your peripheral vision. You relaxed when you noticed that the first male was a familiar face. “Oh, Jungkook!” You breathed, relieved before realising that he was going the wrong way. “Class is that way?” You watched as Jungkook glanced nervously at the man who was currently holding your backpack. You looked at this person, too, sensing that something was off and your heart caught in your chest. “Yoongi.” You breathed, your hand flying to your throat. You saw the flicker of realisation cross his face, his eyes widening. Jungkook’s presence went completely forgotten as you and your ex stared into each other’s eyes. “Y/N.” His tone wasn’t that dissimilar to your own. It was as if you were staring into the eyes of a ghost from your past. “How... How are you?” “I’m fine, thanks, how are you?” The pain in your chest was almost unbearable. You and Yoongi shared the same birthday. Your mothers had struck up a friendship during birthing class and had met again when they were both in labour. He had arrived first at 7:30 in the morning and you had followed almost three hours later at 9:19 am. Despite your families being worlds apart, the two of you were as thick as thieves. It was only natural that your friendship developed into something more, culminating in the two of your losing your virginities to each other. Not long after the two of you had slept together, Yoongi and his family were gone. They’d packed up in the middle of the night and moved. Two months later, you’d discovered that you were pregnant. “Yeah… Wow…” He let out a nervous laugh and moved to hug you. Just to be near him, you accepted his hug, the two of you lingering a little longer than necessary. The sound of someone clearing their throat pulled you both out of your haze.

“Hyung, weren’t you saying that we had somewhere to be?” Jungkook grinned, looking between the two of you, incredibly amused. As if a switch had been flicked, Yoongi’s personality changed. Gone was the young man you had grown up with and in his place was a domineering, chic adult. The change in him shot right through you, causing a long forgotten feeling to awaken in your lower belly. “Aren’t you staying for class, Jungkook?” You asked, turning your attention completely to the younger man for your sanity alone. He looked nervously at Yoongi before shaking his head. “I have somewhere to be, could I borrow your notes later? You have my number, yeah?” Nodding, an easy smile spread across your face. Jungkook was the next oldest in your class. At 23, he had a good four years on most of the other freshmen. Despite the four-year age gap between the two of you, you’d struck up a fast friendship and were as close as two university friends could be. Nodding, you tried to remember what your schedule was like. “I have about an hour free before tomorrow’s class - will you be back then?” You asked, still trying to ignore Yoongi but feeling his heated gaze on you. “We could get coffee? I can hang back after class because I have to get Cali to dance lessons.” “Cali?” Yoongi spoke up before Jungkook could get a word in. Your heart lept up into your throat, why had you mentioned her? Yoongi had no idea about her. Before you could think something up, Jungkook was speaking. “Cail is Y/N’s daughter.” They two of you had done a group project together, back in your first semester, and you had shared that information while trying to co-ordinate your schedules. Jungkook and Cali had never met, thankfully. You were quite protective of her - not that you thought Jungkook was a bad person. There was no hiding who her father was, however, and now you knew that Jungkook knew Yoongi. That would have opened up a whole can of worms that you were not prepared for.

A mixture of emotions crossed Yoongi’s face before you couldn’t take the guilt anymore and averted your gaze. “You have a daughter?” He asked, if you didn’t know better you would have thought he sounded hurt. “A lot happens in eleven years, Yoongi.” You murmured, your voice just loud enough to be heard over the general noise of campus life. God, it had almost been twelve years since he’d left. “Apparently.” He growled. “You don’t wear a ring.” “No, her father left before I even knew I was pregnant.” You gathered your courage and locked eyes with him. Was that… It was almost as if he was gloating. “I’m not married.” “Hyung, we really have to go.” Your gaze left Yoongi’s once more. The look in Jungkook’s eyes said that he knew. You sent a silent plea his way, praying that he wouldn’t tell Yoongi. “We’ll do coffee before class tomorrow - let’s meet at The Hub at 12?” “Sounds good, I should probably get to class as well.” You turned and reached for your backpack but Yoongi held it just out of your reach. “Have dinner with me tonight.” It wasn’t a question. “I have work.” You deadpanned, holding your hand out for your bag. He didn’t hand it over. “When do you finish class and start work?”

You didn’t want to answer. Yoongi had a way of figuring things out. He’d pry his way into your secrets and you weren’t sure that you wanted him to know about Cali. He’d left without a trace, too soon after giving yourself to him. You were hurt and that hurt made you slightly irrational. You and Cali had a nice life together and what if he tried to ruin it? What if he didn’t want anything to do with her? Just the thought of Yoongi not wanting to know the perfect child the two of you had created together was more painful than him leaving you all those years ago. “Y/N,” He pleaded as he stepped closer and handed you your bag. His hand wrapped around your wrist before you could pull away. “Please?” “If you’re back here by 4 o’clock, you can walk with me to my job.” You sighed, pulling your hand away. “I start work at 5, so we can grab a coffee on the way.” He gave you a small smile, his hand squeezing your wrist gently before he let it go. “I’ll see you at 4.” You watched the two of them walk away, Jungkook animated as he walked beside a stoic Yoongi.

It was hard to focus throughout your classes that day. Monday’s were your busiest day with classes from 9-4, followed by work from five until three in the morning. Normally, your last class being let out fifteen minutes early would have been a reason to celebrate but today it just filled you with dread. You took your time gathering up your things to delay the inevitable. Yoongi was waiting for you as you exited the building. He was early. You slowed as you neared him and he easily fell into step beside you. “How have you been, Y/N?” He asked after a while, his voice soft. “Has it really been eleven years?” “Almost twelve.” You stated, your gaze on your feet. “I’ve been alright. We manage.” “You have a daughter.” “I do, she’s the best thing I’ve ever done and the greatest person I’ve ever had the privilege to meet.” You smiled, your demeanor softening at the mere mention of Cali. “When did you… How…” You could see that he was trying to be sensitive with his inquiry. You steered him towards your favourite cafe and made your way to the counter. You needed a cup of tea to keep your nerves calm and your hands busy if you were going to have this conversation. You and Cali often came here on days when you were around to pick her up from school, it was close enough to your home, work, and both of your schools and the staff were lovely. As the two of you made your way to the front counter, you heard a familiar voice call out and the blood drained from your face. “Mum!” Stopping dead in your tracks, you looked around for the familiar face, only to see Cali bounding over followed by her best friend, Jia. Jia’s mother was sitting behind them at a table. As Cali came into Yoongi’s view, it was as if time was moving slower. You turned to look at his face, trying to think of a way to distract him but it was too late. You saw the look of realization cross his face. “I can explain.” You said weakly. Cali skidded over to you and hugged you tightly, not even registering that Yoongi was there. “I thought you had work tonight?” She asked, her words going a mile a minute. “We got let out an hour early because there was a fire at school, so Jia’s mum brought us here!” “A fire?!” You gasped, looking across at Jia’s mother who shrugged and gave you a look that promised to fill you in. “Are you alright? I do have work, but I ran into an old… friend on the way to work and we were going to get a coffee to drink on the way.” Cali nodded and looked around to see what friend you could possibly have other than the ones she didn’t already know.

When Cali turned and smiled at Yoongi, you could see the pain flicker across his face before he smiled warmly. They really did look so similar. “Hi Cali,” He smiled, holding his hand out to her. “My name’s Yoongi, your mum and I grew up together.” You watched as your daughter reached out and shook her father’s hand. “Hi.” She said softly before turning back to you. Your daughter wasn’t a silly child. You could tell that she knew who Yoongi was. It wasn’t often that you met a stranger who had your face. She was also incredibly sensible and knew that you would explain yourself later on. “Well, it was lovely to meet you, Mr… Um, Yoongi. Hopefully, we’ll meet again.” “Perhaps the three of us could have dinner if that was something your mum wanted?” “That would be lovely.”

You both made it out of the cafe without any other issues. It wasn’t until you were sitting in a park opposite your workplace that you finally spoke. “You left before I knew about Cali.” You whispered, watching a young family play on the grass. “I didn’t have any way to contact you, but I should have tried harder. You have to understand, I was so hurt when you left. I was fifteen and the only boy I’d loved, the boy who had just taken my virginity, had disappeared. You’ve got to think how that would seem to a kid.” “Dad got into some trouble with the mafia,” Yoongi said finally. “We had to leave but they caught up with us eventually. I didn’t want to leave you, Y/N. I’m not mad at you for not telling me about Cali. I’m upset that I wasn’t there for you. Your parents…” “They kicked me out just before she was born.” You admitted. “They let me stay until I had a job and a place lined up but then I was out. It’s not easy to find a job when you’re a heavily pregnant teenager. Do you remember the corner store down the road? The elderly couple that ran it gave me a job working the shift after school and let me stay in their spare room.” Yoongi listened intently to your story, his gaze on you the whole time. ��I finished high school, lived there for a couple years until they both passed away. Their son wasn’t as accommodating and I was out. I didn’t have anything else for me there so I moved to Seoul.” “And you never dated?” “I didn’t have the time, I used to work three jobs before I started studying again, and Cali always came first. I didn’t want to start seeing someone, only for Cali to get attached and for them to leave.” “Three jobs, shit, Y/N,” Yoongi ran his hand over his face, looking older than his 27 years. “I should have been there.” “You couldn’t have known, Yoongi. It’s fine, I’ve made peace with it all.”

You drank your coffee in silence, waiting for the time when you would both have to go your separate ways. “I was serious before.” He admitted, breaking the silence. “I’d like to have dinner with you and Cali - if that’s alright with you.” “I’m… I’m not sure, Yoongi.” You sighed. “I meant what I said about no dating. It’s too hard when you have someone else to worry about.” “Then don’t think of it as dating. Think of it as Cali’s dad wanting to spend time and get to know his daughter. I assumed you’d be more comfortable with that situation if you were there.” He chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair before rubbing the back of his neck. “Hell, I’d be more comfortable if you were there.” You weren’t sure how you felt about letting Yoongi back into your lives. You knew his father had been a very suspect character, but it seemed too easy an excuse. Surely, he could have let you know something was going on. He could have let you know anything that would have helped you get in touch with him. “I… I don’t know, Yoongi. Being a parent is like nothing you’ve ever done. You can’t just disappear when things get too hard. That girl loves harder than anyone I know, if she got attached and then you…” “I’m not fifteen anymore, Y/N.” Yoongi growled, offense written across his face. “I just want to get to know my kid. I want to learn that she loves harder or that she hates broccoli - everything - by myself. My life isn’t easy. It’s dark and messy and there’s not a lot of happiness in it, being with you and Cali could be that happiness.” “See, it’s statements like that that don’t help your case in being allowed near my kid, Min Yoongi.” You deadpanned. Just what the hell kind of life did your childhood love live. “Relax, I know how to keep my personal life and my work life separate.” “I need to know this kind of stuff if you’re going to come near Cali. What do you do for work?”

Yoongi was silent for the longest time. Fed up with waiting, you stood and gathered your things. “Well, it’s been great but I’m going to go.” “Wait!” Yoongi grabbed your wrist to stop you. “It’s complicated, but the short of it is that I work in law. It doesn’t have to be right away, get to know me first and then decide. Can I call you? Maybe meet up with you after work? I’ll drive you home.” “Jungkook has my number, ask him for it. I finish work at 3 am, so -” “Done, I’ll come and pick you up.” “You don’t have t-” “I’ll see you at three, Y/N. We can talk then.” Before you had the chance to respond he was up and walking away. With a sigh, you downed your now cold coffee and hurrying across the road. Just what had you got your family into?

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Started writing this request tonight: (also; maybe some sensitive real chat here - mentions of rape and  talk of my own experience with sexual assault under the cut)

Member [Group]: Jungkook [BTS] Request: Sorry to bother you, but could I please have a fic where you’re Jin’s younger sister and you’re really close to the guys but you’re in love with Jungkook and he loves you but you're both to scared to say anything. Then, when you’re on your way to meet up with them at a bar, you’re raped and they find you and it sets things in motion for the two of you. Additional info: Slow burn would be nice, and if there was a little (consensual) smut at the end.

And fuck if it’s not going to be the death of me. If you thought the Lethal Virus mini-series was angsty then just you fucking wait. I’m just over 3000 words and I think in order to do this justice, it might have to be a series as well - which I’m not happy about but I’m also not happy condensing all that info into a one-shot or five-shot. Rape is a serious topic and, speaking as a survivor of sexual assault, I don’t want to romanticise it. I’m happy to take requests on it. It is a thing that happens and, unfortunately, isn’t going to go away anytime soon but if I do it, I want to show that it’s hard to get over. Some people might be able to bounce back quickly but most people don’t. I don’t feel I could do the immediate aftermath justice only to then have the s/o want to jump Jungkook’s bones as soon as she’s out of the hospital. It needs to be a slow-burn for me to write this in a way that I hope does it justice. I don’t know, I’m probably rambling and no one probably reads this shit. I’m slightly drunk, old and tired. It’s almost 3:30am and I have to get up in five hours, so whatever,