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~ Happy ~ | 3

Title: Happy

Pairing: Yoongi x OT6

Warnings: Manipulation. Gaslighting. Violence? Guns. rich people have no laws. It's kind of noncon, but not that sexual? Panic attack! If I missed something, let me know

Summary: In a world where Auras can be seen, Yoongi lives a peaceful life as a broke, young adult. He attends Uni just so he can get into an internship to escape his current life. What he doesn't know is that six others are looking for him. They want him. They need him and they will have him. Forming a rainbow would give them all the power they could dream of.

“Yellows are vivid, luminous colors that usually radiate warmth and energy. Yellows and Oranges are usually very close. They share a lot of the same traits, but there are some significant differences. Yellows are seen as cheerful, happy, and optimistic. 

Even in the early 2000s, the color yellow was associated with joy, intelligence, and abundance. In the old ancient world,(Destroyed history)  yellow was the color associated with deities of knowledge and learning. Some cultures back in the day even associated the color with fertility. 

Yellows can stimulate the nervous system and activate memory. Yellows are usually great at getting people to talk and open up to them. This is seen as one of their many gifts. They are very smart individuals and they often make others feel safe around them” Professor Choi stated as he displayed a slide filled with many varieties of yellow auras. 

“Professor? Doesn’t that just create a false sense of security? Isn’t that dangerous?” A female student asked as the professor side-eyed her. He was clearly not in the mood to discuss the bad sides of the many auras. The professor even scanned the crowd of students for Jungkook. Yoongi would even go as far as to say he was relieved when the other didn’t show up to class. 

“Well, yes. It is said that in the earlier days, most people were very cautious around yellow auras. Especially the very bright ones, but it has been proven to be unnecessary. The brighter the yellow aura, the safer the person. Some dramatic people out there have claimed to feel visually fatigued if they stared too long at a Yellow, but you would get the exact same feeling if you stare at a lightbulb too long” Professor Choi said. 

“Professor. I know you don’t like talking about it, but what were the false facts about yellows? I know they were one of the many colors that came into question before the whole ‘Greens are dangerous’ time” Another student cautiously asked. This only made the professor sigh. He was reluctant, which is understood. No one wants a repeat of that time. 

“Well, if you must know, I will tell you. But, believe me, these facts are not true and never were” Professor Choi said as he took one big breath before he continued. “Yellows were believed to be egotistic people. Many believed this because of how easily people got along with Yellows. Many believed it was all a lie and that Yellows were manipulating everyone around them. Most people associated Yellows with betrayal. They were very much convinced at one point that Yellows were going to fall into madness and take over the entire system. To see if this were true, Yellows were closely observed but not one showed any signs of madness or egoism. That’s why they escaped the elimination period. Unlike Greens and Indigos, Yellows were lucky to live to see another day. If I am not mistaken, only ten Yellows total took part in the elimination.” 

To say Yoongi left the class with a sense of confusion and relief was an understatement. After Professor Choi finished his little speech, he gave an assignment on the light colors due in a week and ended the class earlier, again. Yoongi was convinced this class was taking more energy out of the professor than he expected. 

Getting out of class early meant that he could meet up with Hoseok earlier. He quickly got his phone out to ask him for the building name and to let him know that he was on his way. The younger has already been there since earlier. Unfortunately, Jungkook was there with him, if the selfie he got was anything to go by, but after this particular class, it made more sense why they seemed to spend so much time together. Jungkook was an Orange and Hoseok was a Yellow. They are practically the same. One is just happy and the other is scary as hell. 

Hoseok sent him a thumbs up along with a location. It was quite far and Yoongi would have to go by subway. He didn’t have enough cash for a taxi. Yoongi sighed as he pocketed his phone. The quicker he got to the nearest entrance, the quicker it would be over.

*** 

Yoongi hated crowds. Hate was a strong word but it did little to define just how much Yoongi despised being in a crowded area. The train he took to get to the company where he would meet Hoseok was crowded. Not unbreathable, but enough for Yoongi to have to remind himself to stay calm and just breathe. 

He could still move if he needed to, but he could also feel the heat radiating off the people next to him. The train was a horrible place once it was full. All the aura colors would blend together to create what looked like a child's artwork. Different paints splattered on a piece of paper that was supposed to be a dog or a cat. 

Some colors would create beautiful colors, but in a crowded area such as a busy train, it just created an overstimulating environment. Maybe that was why most people looked down on trains. A desperate effort to avoid an assault on your eyes. 

Perhaps that was the reason no one saw it coming. Perhaps everyone was just so busy trying to survive a train ride that no one saw the people get on the train with guns. All Yoongi knew was that one moment he was standing close to a door waiting for his stop and the next it was chaos. 

People tried to get away once the first shots were fired, but unlike in the movies, there’s nowhere to run to when you're trapped in a moving box. From an outside perspective, it looked much like a herd of sheep trapped in a box with three very hungry wolves and no way out. People lose their minds and forget all about the innocent person next to them. In the chaos, a mother was hiding behind her stroller with her baby still in the stroller. Barbaric and selfish. 

Yoongi’s anxiety was having a field day with the new development. He could feel how his throat was starting to close up. The noises were slowly fading out until only his panic remained. His heart was slowly making its way up his throat as he choked back a desperate sob. 

Yoongi closed his eyes as he slid down the door towards the floor. He tried to make himself as small as possible. There was nowhere he could go. He wasn’t safe. He should never have believed his life was finally becoming normal with possible friends and opportunities. He had such a good few days and now he would die on a fucking train. A metal box moving at an obnoxiously fast speed that would only stop when it was far too late to save anyone.

A broad body shielded the light as Yoongi felt an arm around his back. The hand that made its way to his head slowly stroked his hair as a soft voice murmured reassurances. Yoongi was being cradled against a strong broad chest of a stranger. Yoongi could not look up. He physically didn’t possess the strength to lift his head. 

“Shh, It’s okay. I’ve got you, breathe. Follow my breathing. In two three, and out there we go” The voice said as Yoongi tried to follow along. The soft blueness of the stranger's aura seemed to pulse with each breath Yoongi took, which helped him to calm down a bit. Just as he got his breathing under control a new round of gunshots went off. Yoongi felt how the stranger tensed under him. Yet, the stranger only grabbed his head and made direct eye contact. 

“Look at me. There we go. Just keep those beautiful eyes on me. You’re safe with me. I’ve got you. They won’t touch you. I won’t allow it” Yoongi could only nod as he kept his eyes on the man. He was beautiful. Almost like a movie star type of beautiful. His eyes held nothing but concern alongside a galaxy of emotions Yoongi could get lost in. Yoongi could only see the stranger's eyes along with the pulsing blue aura. Everything else was background noise. 

The train came to an abrupt halt at the next station, but Yoongi barely noticed. It was like he was in some sort of trance. Before the doors could even open completely, police officers stormed in. It was a new type of chaos, but before Yoongi couldn’t even think of panicking, the stranger gathered him in his arms and made a quick escape out of the train car. 

Yoongi didn’t protest. He just wanted to get out of there and stay in the calming bubble he was just floating in. Maybe sleep for the next month or three. He was tired, he was always tired after he had a panic attack, but this was a different type of tired. It’s almost as if he was drained of all his energy. The stranger seemed to notice this as he carried Yoongi out of the station towards a car. 

“Where were you heading, clover?” The man asked as he took a seat in the back of the car with Yoongi still in his arms. Yoongi only mumbled out the name of the company as he got a bit more comfortable. The other only chuckled as he nodded towards the driver. 

“Close your eyes, clover. You had an exciting day. Your safe with me” The stranger said as Yoongi slowly drifted off to a deep sleep. In a strange car, sitting on a stranger's lap, going who knows where. 

***

Yoongi knew something felt off. He was way too comfortable where he was lying. Even if he was comfortable, he was moving somehow. Which in itself should have been alarming. Just as he was dozing off again, everything that happened, from the train ride to the shooting and the stranger who helped him, came rushing back to him. His so-called pillow felt off as it was moving. Almost like it was breathing. He jerked away from his ‘pillow’ once he realized that he was literally sleeping on a stranger's lap. 

Yoongi scrambled to get away from the lap and the stranger. He didn’t even look up at the stranger's face as he practically fell to the ground of what now appeared to be a car. The car came to a stop and Yoongi took this opportunity to get away. He threw open the door, mumbling a half-assed apology, and ran. He had no idea where he was or how far he would have to run to get to the studio he was supposed to be, but he couldn’t care less at this stage. Once he ran around a few corners, he stopped to see where he was. 

He soon realized he had no idea as nothing looked familiar. He didn’t know this part of the city at all. Had he been kidnapped by the stranger? The stranger that helped him to calm down with the galaxy eyes and soft blue aura? He wouldn’t have tried to take Yoongi, would he? Admittedly, Yoongi knew almost nothing about Blue’s so he had no idea if they were bad people or not. The stranger seemed so good, so kind. He saved Yoongi without even knowing who he was. Perhaps Yoongi was just overreacting. Maybe the stranger was taking him to the studio? Maybe he was taking him to a hospital or a bus station. 

The ringing of his phone brought him out of his internal monologue. Once he held it in his shaky hands, he could see that it was Hoseok that was calling him. Right. He was supposed to meet him for his project. A sense of relief washed over Yoongi as he answered the phone. 

“Hello?” 

“Yoongi? Are you okay? We just heard what happened on the one subway train! Please tell me you weren’t on that train. Where are you? Should we come and get you? Hello? Are you there?” Hoseok rambled was a mix of shouting and frantic word vomiting. 

‘I’m… I’m fine. I was on that train. In that specific train car to be exact. I- I don’t know where I am. Someone took me and I ran away. It’s- it’s a long story” Yoongi said. He wasn’t going to cry. He would do that when he had time to process the day, but he refused to show that much vulnerability to someone over the phone. 

“Stay where you are. I will come and get you, could you send me a location so I can find you better? I will even drag Jungkook along for extra protection. He’s already putting on his shoes. We’ll be there soon” Hoseok said. Yoongi could hear him rustle with something on the other side as he agreed and quickly sent them his current location. He just hoped he wasn’t too far away from the studio. 

It wasn’t too long until Yoongi heard running footsteps coming towards him. To his surprise, Jungkook was the one to reach him first. The younger had an expression of concern on his face as he grabbed Yoongi to quickly look for any visible injuries. Yoongi stood frozen as the younger mumbled about it not being safe to travel alone. 

Hoseok soon also reached them. He also had a very concerned expression as he too looked for any visible injuries, although he was a bit more subtle about it. Yoongi felt guilty for making them so concerned. He knew that they had no reason to worry about him. He was still a stranger, but he wouldn’t lie to himself and say he didn’t enjoy the attention. 

“You are never traveling by train again. I won’t allow that. I would much rather come and fetch you myself than hear on the fucking news that a gang fight happened on the subway. The subway I know you had to take to get here. I refuse to call your family to let them know that you got hurt or heaven forbid, died” Hoseok declared as he paced back and forth while Jungkook still tried to find any injuries on Yoongi. He kind of reminded Yoongi of a puppy. An angry puppy. 

“I’m okay. I promise. Could we please just go? I really want to get to work on the project. I am curious and it would help distract me from what happened. I’ll deal with it later” Yoongi pleaded. He was tired and he just wanted to not think for a few hours. 

“Right, yeah. Come, the company isn’t that far. Are you okay to walk or should Jungkook give you a ride on his back?” Hoseok asked as Jungkook finally seemed to have deemed Yonngi okay enough to stand on his own. 

“I- I can walk,” Yoongi said as he gave a tentative smile to a very offended-looking Jungkook. He had no idea why Jungkook was being so… weird. In the short time he has known the younger, Junkook has been a good example of what an asshole should be. This concerned side of him was something Yoongi had never dealt with. Gosh, they haven’t even established their friendship yet. Maybe the shooting gave the younger a reality check? Or Jungkook had multiple personalities and he does a dice roll every morning to see who he would be. 

Yoongi would go with the latter. The studio, as it turns out, was just a block away from where Yoongi had ended up. The walk was brisk and quick as the three of them made their way to a room on the third floor. 

Yoongi nearly cried. The studio was beautifully designed with an entire wall filled with monitors and every type of recording equipment a producer could dream of. Yoongi could feel his fingers start to itch. He immediately knew he was where he belonged. This is his dream. This is what he is working towards. 

Jungkook quickly disappeared on a quest to find drinks as Hoseok and Yoongi got to work. Hoseok was good. His demo for his final was good. It was almost perfect, but Yoongi could immediately hear why Hoseok asked for his assistance. Something was missing. Jungkook returned with some Soju and the three of them got lost in the world of music. 

A few hours passed, and Jungkook took over one of the monitors to play games as Hoseo and Yoongi worked. They have straightened out some of the core sounds and it looked like they were close to finally finishing the demo when Hoseok suggested a break. 

Yoongi took a seat on one of the couches. He was tired. His earlier encounter on the train had drained him enough to let him fall asleep on a stranger. Then he had another panic attack once he realized he was sleeping with a stranger. Working on the music helped, but Yoongi could feel a bone-deep exhaustion settling in his bones. 

Hoseok had prompted him to tell them what happened and that further tired Yoongi out. Hoseok kept a comforting hand on Yoongi’s thigh as Yoongi leaned back against the couch. He just wanted to close his eyes for a few seconds. The comforting pats from Hoseok and the events of the day were enough to lure Yoongi into a sense of security. Yoongi fell asleep as soon as his head felt the back of the couch, narrowly missing the knock on the door, or the very familiar voice asking if he was finally down.

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~Happy~ | 2

Sunshine, she's here, you can take a break

Title: Happy

Pairing: Yoongi x OT6

Warnings: Manipulation. Gaslighting. Violence? Guns. rich people have no laws. It's kind of noncon, but not that sexual? If I missed something, let me know

Summary: In a world where Auras can be seen, Yoongi lives a peaceful life as a broke, young adult. He attends Uni just so he can get into an internship to escape his current life. What he doesn't know is that six others are looking for him. They want him. They need him and they will have him. Forming a rainbow would give them all the power they could dream of.

Yoongi’s shoulder didn’t get better. It was like the light bump from the other student had activated some sort of hellish sensation. He could barely move his arm without winching in pain. He was slightly concerned. He knew of some sort of accident that happened to him when he was younger but he had no memories of it. Perhaps he had hurt his shoulder then and the slight bump had activated it somehow. 

The rest of the class was spent taking notes from a very outdated, in Yoongi’s humble opinion, video on Reds. They didn’t get any assignments at the end of the class, but the professor did advise them to read up on Oranges. They will be covering them in the next class. 

The rain had stopped by the time class ended and Yoongi decided it would be a good idea to go for a small stroll around campus. He barely gave himself time to just exist. He was so stressed and focused on getting an internship and trying to find any odd jobs that he never took the time to just be a young jobless, carefree adult. 

The campus was beautiful. It has lush green grassy areas that have more than enough shady spots perfect for quiet naps. Surprisingly enough there weren’t that many students lurking around. It could be due to the earlier rain, but Yoongi somehow doubted that that was the case. 

It was during days like this that Yoongi realized just how pathetic his once big dream adult life had turned out. He was supposed to have been a world-class producer by the end of his mid-twenties. It has been a few years past that and he still didn’t have an internship. 

Finding a spot under an old and familiar tree, Yoongi decided to reminisce over his dreams like he used to do when he still was a proper student. Lying down under ‘his’ tree and napping for however long he could. Yoongi could not have been sleeping for more than an hour when a voice roused him from his slumber. 

“No fucking way” 

Before him stood a very cute and awe-struck student. He looked younger than Yoongi but not too much younger. Yoongi would even go as far as to say that this student is also a returning student. Perhaps he studied one thing and now he is on to his next course. 

“Can I help you?” Yoongi groans slightly as he sits up and assesses the other. Either the lighting is very good or this boy before him has a yellow aura. They are not uncommon, but they are also less common than Reds. 

“You’re Yoongi. As in THE Min Yoongi. I- it’s such an honor to meet you! When I first heard you had returned to campus to take a short aura course I didn’t believe it at first, but seeing you here in the flesh. I’m- I might actually cry” the still nameless glowstick said. 

“Yeah… I’m taking the 4-week course. What do you mean you heard I came back to campus? Also, who are you?” Yoongi said with a slight tilt to his head. He kind of wished the other would sit down so he wouldn’t have to look up at him, but that was just him being dramatic. 

“Oh, you don’t know? You’re like a living legend in the music department. The youngest student to graduate as a cum laude! Everyone wants to be you. Including me! In fact, no one has ever been able to do what you can do with music. You’re like a genius” namelessly said as he almost blinded Yoongi with his smile. Cute, he was like pocket-size cute and that was dangerous. Very dangerous. Yoongi looked at the other expectantly for a few more seconds before the other seemed to realize that he never introduced himself. 

“Ah, I’m Hoseok. Producer Hope in the making! I used to be a dancer but that didn’t work out as it should have so I switched majors. I aspire to be just like you” Hoseok said as he finally took a seat on the grass next to Yoongi. 

“I never knew I made such a name for myself, but thanks I guess. How long do you have to go before you graduate?” Yoongi said as he shifted slightly to the side, making space for the other. 

“Oh, I am actually busy with my final project. I believe I have about 3 weeks. That’s actually why I approached you out of the blue. Could I ask for some advice? If we end up as friends I would count that as a bonus!” Hoseok said as he slightly blushed. 

“Sure, I could use a friend. What do you need advice on? If it’s advice regarding Professor Sung, you're on your own. He hated me.” Yoongi chuckled. It was so easy to talk to Hoseok. Yoongi had no knowledge of him, but for some or other reason he felt safe around the other. 

“Oh no, He hates me too. I firmly believe it's because he has something against the world. I need advice on my project. I have the basic melody down and I have been playing around with some sounds. I know what I want and I made it happen but something just sounds… wrong. I have no idea what. Do you think you could listen to it? Maybe just tell me where to look for the problem?” Hoseok asked. His eyes held hope as he glanced up at Yoongi through his lashes. How could Yoongi refuse such a person?

“I could give it a listen. You said you're doing your final. Have you done your aura course? No one will hire you as an intern without it. Trust me, I tried” Yoongi said frowning. 

“Ah, yes I did. I have an older friend who told me to do it as soon as possible. I finished it in my very first year. It’s total bullshit, but who are we to argue against the board of education? Hey, I could help you too! This friend of mine has a few contacts of companies. He could get you an internship while you’re doing the course! You help me and I help you. It’s a win-win situation” Hoseok was practically vibrating in his seat as he said this. 

That… that could help Yoongi a lot. He could get a more stable income. He could quit his shitty odd jobs and finally start focussing on his music. Heck, he could even get a better apartment or a car! His major problems would be solved instantly. Interns didn’t make as much as full-fledged producers, but they sure made more than a jobless young adult delivering newspapers every other day. 

“You would really do that? For someone you barely know? I mean I would have helped you regardless if I got anything in return for it” Yoongi sputtered. He really hoped Hoseok wouldn’t retract his offer. He just didn’t want to look as desperate as he felt. 

“On the condition that we become friends. No, best friends. You seem cool and I would love to have a cool friend to brag about. Anywho, could I get your contact? That way I could send you the project I’m working on. I would ask you to come to my dorm, but I just feel like that’s too much to ask of a best friend I still need to gain the trust of” Hoseok grimaced with a slight chuckle. Yoongi could see how he would easily become good friends with Hoseok. He was funny, kind, and outspoken. The total opposite of Yoongi. 

After they exchanged contact and a promise of coffee was made, Yoongi headed home to recharge. His social battery has never been this drained, yet he had zero regrets. He had hope for a friendship he never planned. He could use a friend and it would be nice to have someone he could bounce ideas from. Someone who understood the language of music just like he did. Someone like him, yet the complete opposite of him. 

Today was good. So good that he completely forgot about his shoulder and the weird orange-aura guy from class. 

*** 

“Good day everyone” Professor Choi greeted as he entered the class. A low murmur echoed in the room as the students greeted him back. Yoongi being one of them, shifted slightly in his seat. He has been angsty since earlier about this class. He didn’t know why exactly, but he just had a bad feeling. Maybe it was because he’d have to see that one student again. There was something off about him. 

One thing was for certain. Yoongi was very curious to learn more in-depth about orange auras. Maybe that would explain why that guy was so rude or why he stared at Yoongi as he did. Maybe being assholes were just their thing? Some traits couldn’t be avoided or altered. That was just the reality they lived in. 

“Oranges are closely related to Reds. They do share a lot of similar traits. Most people believe orange auras are a combination of the passion of Reds and the joy of Yellows. Most parents that have red and yellow auras actually have orange aura children, but it's not uncommon for any other color aura to have an orange aura child. 

Oranges are very inviting to people. They are open and attract other auras with their warmth and open personalities. Most believe this to be due to their association with warmth, sunsets, and autumn. In the early 2000s, the color orange had a spiritual association that was linked to creativity. In Old Ancient Egypt the color was associated with the sun and therefore a direct link to their deity. Our scholars believe he was called Ra, but due to time and human interventions over the last decades, a lot of the history associated with Oranges was lost. 

If we move on to more recent histories, orange is associated with youth, health, and happiness. It's a sign of great independence and movement. Due to the expressiveness of the color most people associated orange auras with artists or political leaders. People who know someone with this aura claim that they feel energized and excitable when they are in their presence” Professor Choi began. 

It was interesting to see just how much of what was known about the auras was based on more recent histories due to the fact that most of the old world was destroyed by human conflicts. It’s sad in a way. Yoongi believed that the negligence of humans was the main cause of a lot of aura discrimination that happened within the last decade. He himself knows exactly just how much that could impact someone. 

“Professor? Isn’t it rumored that Oranges are said to be prideful and greedy?” one student asked. When Yoongi looked up to see who asked this, he met the eyes of the same student who bumped into him. Was it he who asked the question? Why would he ask such a question about his own aura? Did he want to look bad? The question caught the professor off guard if his slight splutter was something to go of off. 

“It is rumored that Oranges could become overwhelming to others, but I wouldn’t put them down as greedy or prideful. Perhaps they are proud, but they are associated with adventure and confidence. This could be misinterpreted by many. Some people are just not built to associate with some auras” Professor Choi answered. Graceful in Yoongi’s opinion. 

“Professor, as an Orange myself I have been told on multiple occasions that Oranges are seen as immature and that most of my fellow aura sharers are just attention seekers. I admit that I myself can be frivolous at times but why would others perceive us as immature if you are telling us that we are supposed to be associated with warmth and happiness?” the nameless glarer asked. Again it seemed like the professor was grasping at straws for an answer. It was quite amusing to see. 

“Well… The best answer I can provide you is that in the old world, orange was associated with immaturity, but with newer research on auras, it was discovered that Oranges do better when they are around cooler colors. These colors would be your Blues and Violets. It is believed these colors balance the intensity of Oranges. I have no idea why so many people would claim such ridiculous traits from a color such as Orange” Professor Choi said with a slight frown. If anyone asked Yoongi, Professor Choi looked personally offended by what the other students claimed happened to him. 

With the task of reading about Yellows before the next class, the class was dismissed early. Yoongi had his suspicion that this class did not go as Professor Choi had thought it would. There were a lot of students who left the lecture hall with low murmurs about the rumors surrounding Oranges. 

Yoongi was left confused. Some of what was discussed made sense, but most of it didn’t fit with the idea of what an Orange should be. He always thought Oranges were associated with selfishness. He had no way of explaining why, but it just felt right at that time. He never took the time to explore the topic further than that. 

“Hey Yoongi!” a very excited voice called out to him as he made his exit. When Yoongi made the decision to try and make more friends he didn’t know that Hoseok would take it to heart. Yet, here he was being engulfed by a very tight hug. Hoseok truly was a ball of sunshine. Yoongi was kind of scared to learn about Yellows. He didn’t want his perception of Hoseok to change based on some studies that have been done. 

What he didn’t expect was to see the nameless orange asshole student next to him. Yoongi honestly tried not to judge others, but this guy made it his life mission to be an asshole. Well, that's the impression Yoongi got from him. 

“Do you have any idea how long you took to get out of class? I have been waiting here for ages” Hoseok said as he dramatically fell into the other. Yoongi had to fight hard against as simple as the younger man's antics. 

“Don’t be so dramatic. I just didn’t want to walk into the cluster of students. I don’t like crowds” Yoongi said softly as he looked down slightly. 

“Just say that you are a failure that has nowhere else to be. No one will judge you. Not everyone can be successful you know” Nameless said with a slight smirk. Not only did this make Yoongi’s head snap up but it also made Hoseok gasp in shock. 

“Jungkook! That was completely unnecessary. Apologize to Yoongi this instant. Just because you are cautious when meeting new people does not give you a free pass to be such an asshole. Besides, you could never achieve what he has managed to achieve” Hoseok said. His voice took a dark turn with every word as he firmly grasped the other's arm. This was a proper scolding if Yoongi had ever seen one. 

“But-” Jungkook began but he was cut off abruptly by Hoseok. 

“Apologize. Now. Do you want me to tell the others?” Hoseok all but growled out. This seemed to be enough for Jungkook to lower his eyes and murmur an apology. Yoongi could only stare in shock and slight fear at the whole exchange. Hoseok was very scary and Yoongi would like to stay on his good side, thank you very much.

“It’s okay. He’s cautious of new people. I get that, but thank you for apologizing. I do appreciate it. Hopefully, if this whole friendship thing works out you could learn to trust me. Even if it's just slightly” Yoongi said softly. He felt a strange urge in him to protect Jungkook. The other could not be anything but a freshman. He had such a cute baby face, even if he was an asshole. 

“Well,  you are very lucky Jungkook. Seems like Yoongi is a kind soul. Anyway, I actually wanted to invite you to join me in my dorm room to listen to my final project. I tried sending it as a message but it kept on telling me the file was to big” Hoseok cheerily said as if the scolding never happened. 

“I would, but I actually have to babysit a dog tonight. Maybe tomorrow? I’m sorry I know you want to finish your project, but I kind of need the money if I want to keep my apartment” Yoongi said. He kind of felt bad for not being able to go with them. 

“Oh? That’s actually perfect. Remember I told you one of my friends has contacts with companies? I actually got permission to use a studio studio for my project. Do you want to meet me there? I think you would like it. It’s got all these cool buttons and like 5 computer monitors. You could play around a bit and I will leave the door open. You never know, maybe someone worthwhile will hear and hire you on the spot” Hoseok joked. It made jealousy choil in Yoongi’s stomach. How did Hoseok have such luck? Not one of the companies wanted Yoongi anywhere near their studios, but he gets to play in them? How was that fair?

“Hobi, don’t make jokes like that. Namjoon and Seokjin would have your head if something were to break in their studios” Jungkook said. He looked somewhat concerned. If it was for Hoseok or the equipment, Yoongi would never know. 

“Relax Jungookie. I know Yoongi would never break anything. In fact, I can’t wait to see what he can do. Who knows, maybe I’ll be the witness to the creation of a masterpiece” Hoseok said. He had a certain knowing tone in his voice as he spoke. It was almost like he already knew how the next day would go. 

Yoongi had to fight hard to contain his excitement when he confirmed the time and place for their final project meetup. He suddenly had way too much energy. He would have to run around with the dogs a bit to get rid of it before he went home or he’ll never be able to sleep. 

Yoongi was so caught up in his daydream of the next day that he missed the glint in Hoseok and Jungkooks eyes as he said his goodbyes and hurried away.

Chapter 3

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~Happy~ | Series Index

Summary: In a world where Auras can be seen, Yoongi lives a peaceful life as a broke, young adult. He attends Uni just so he can get into an internship to escape his current life. What he doesn't know is that six others are looking for him. They want him. They need him and they will have him. Forming a rainbow would give them all the power they could dream of.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

[nomimits7]

~Happy~ | 1

It might seem crazy what I'm about to say

Title: Happy

Pairing: Yoongi x OT6

Warnings: Manipulation. Gaslighting. Violence? Guns. rich people have no laws. It's kind of noncon, but not that sexual? If I missed something, let me know

Summary: In a world where Auras can be seen, Yoongi lives a peaceful life as a broke, young adult. He attends Uni just so he can get into an internship to escape his current life. What he doesn't know is that six others are looking for him. They want him. They need him and they will have him. Forming a rainbow would give them all the power they could dream of.

Over the last few decades, humans have evolved in more ways than one. People developed skills that only existed in comic books a few decades back. Nothing too flashy. These new skills were oddities and were less exciting than one would think. One thing that did not change at all, was the divide between the different groups. There were the rich, the poor, and the hopeful lot who worked hard to escape the grips of the lowest class. 

The most significant development that humans underwent was what most refer to as ‘The coloring’. It happened a few years ago, close to the year 7007. The coloring included developing some special skills, mostly categorized by color, but the biggest part was the auras. The visual representation of what skills everyone would get. Some colors were more common than others, but that didn’t mean everyone was the same. The more vibrant your aura color appeared the higher you were in your color category. There were seven colors, like the rainbow. Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet. 

What the general public didn’t realize was that if you managed to complete a rainbow combination your color would brighten up and so would your skills. With this logic, seven people working, living, and breathing together would become unstoppable. Masters of everything. The closest any group has ever come, that the general public knew of, was four colors. The biggest problem with forming a rainbow was that some colors were general colors and others were so rare that most people never get to meet them in their lives. 

It was nearly impossible to become a complete rainbow, due to the rarity of some of the colors. Red, Orange, and Yellow were common colors, Blue and Violet were a lot less common, but it was almost impossible to find someone who had Indigo or Geen auras. Not only were they rare, but their colors were almost muted in their auras. They could easily be mistaken for any of the other colors. 

Most people call it reflection. These two rare colors would reflect the other colors. They were more inclined to reflect their neighboring colors on the rainbow than the others, but a green aura could reflect a violet aura.

“... now remember everyone! Green auras are believed to reflect Yellow and Blue auras and Indigo auras are believed to reflect blue and violet. You all have wonderful colors. Never forget, even if you have one of the more common aura colors, you are just as valuable as the rare colors. We need every skill in today's society.” Professor Choi paused. This particular class was always overcrowded with students. The course wasn’t mandatory, but taking it would greatly increase any student's chance of getting either a scholarship or an internship. Both are very high stakes in today's economy. 

“Before I dismiss you. I know most of you are eager to form a partial rainbow, just remember. A rainbow only works if the people in it are compatible with each other. If you try to force a rainbow you will end up hurting more than thriving. That’s all for today. Please remember your aura assignments are due on Friday. Have a great week everyone” Prof. Choi said as he grabbed his bag and made a dash for the door. Most students were hot on his tail to leave the crowded area. 

Yoongi let out a deep sigh as he slowly started packing up his stuff. It was the beginning of a new year and he already hated it. He had to study one extra year just to take this course. Most companies didn’t even look at his application if they saw that he didn’t complete the auras course. It was stupid really. They learned about these things in school. Why there was an entire course on it in university he didn’t know. 

As he made his way out to his bike, a deep rumble from the sky made Yoongi pause ever so slightly. The sky was dark, the wind was cold. It would be raining soon and he would much rather not be on his bike when that happens. The last time he tried to get home in the rain he slipped and dislocated his shoulder. He did not need something like that to happen again. 

“Hey!” Someone shouted. Looking back, Yoongi saw a figure sprinting towards him. The guy looked familiar. Maybe it was someone from the aura class or someone who used to study with him. 

“Wait up! You forgot this!” The man shouted as he hastily made his way to Yoongi. There was something in his hand that looked a lot like Yoongi’s phone. Did he forget his phone? That was impossible. He never took it out of his bag. His phone was one thing that he was not addicted to like everyone else his age. He could go days without so much as looking at it. 

“Is this yours? I saw it on the ground close to where you were sitting. It might have fallen from your bag or something” The man said as he finally reached Yoongi. He was barely out of breath, which in itself was amazing considering the length and speed he was running to get to Yoongi. It must have something to do with his aura color. They haven’t discussed them in length yet, but Yoongi could recall something about strength or speed skills when it came to red auras. Lucky bastards.

 In his hand was, what was indeed, Yoongi’s phone. As odd as it was that his phone fell out of his bag, it wasn’t impossible. He had rummaged through his bag for a pen and paper to take notes, maybe it fell out during that time. 

“Ah, yes that is mine. I have no idea how it fell out, but thank you anyway.” Yoongi said as he took the phone. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I need to hurry. I don’t want to get caught in the rain on my way home. Thank you again.” Yoongi said as he put his phone away and got on his bike. 

“No problem. You have nothing to worry about. You have a red aura too, so you will be just fine getting home quickly! Bye-bye,” The man said before he sprinted in the opposite direction. Yoongi could only scoff as he watched the man for a few seconds more before another rumble made him snap back to reality. He quickly started making his own dash home. A red aura, huh? He wished he had one. 

***

By the time Yoongi made it home he was drenched. The rain hit him not even three minutes after he left the campus. Yoongi hated being wet and cold. His mother used to compare him to their pet cat. Loves being clean, and hates baths. His bag was the only thing that didn’t get soaked through, thanks to his impulse buy of a waterproof bag. The rest of him wasn’t as lucky. His hair right down to his socks was completely wet. 

If his mother was still alive, she would have had a heart attack just at the sight of his wet shoes in the doorway, never mind how wet the floor would be once he made his way inside. He should really start hanging a towel by the door. Getting soaked happens more often these days. It’s almost like the weather is trying to tell him something. 

After he had a quick shower, and he mopped up his puddles, he made himself some soup. He knew he most definitely would be sick. Even if he had tried to get home as quickly as possible. His mother used to tell him not to play in the rain when he was a child. He had a weak immune system. Yoongi knew he lacked in almost everything. His so-called abilities were almost none existent. He did a very poor job of looking after himself. He barely had friends and he didn’t have a job. 

Taking the aura class was his last hope at getting into a proper internship and finally escaping this loop of bad luck he seemed to be stuck in. He was lucky in one regard. When his mother died, she left him enough money to complete his studies debt-free. Yoongi had no loan sharks to worry about, nor any outstanding medical bills. As tragic as her death was, he was thankful in a sense that she was killed. He would not have wished for her to suffer from sickness. 

It was a rainy day like today when his mother died. Maybe that helped his distaste for water and rainstorms a little. Some unfortunate man lost control of his car and hit her head on. She mercifully died on impact. 

Huddling up in a blanket, Yoongi decided he would get started on his assignment. The quicker he does them. The easier this course would be. So far the assignment looked relatively easy. They had to search for any information regarding which auras they thought were the rarest and write about them. It was not too long, just a paragraph or two so that the professor could see how much his students knew.  

This assignment would be a piece of cake for Yoongi. His mother was blessed with an Indigo aura. If he knew one thing for certain, it was that Indigo was one of the rarest colors for an aura. His mother made sure to tell him anything she knew about her aura color. So, he should be alright with writing about it. 

Without wasting any more time, he got started. If he could manage to keep this up, he might be able to ask Prof. Choi if he could complete the course in a shorter amount of time. He was sure his professor would help him out. He has always been a good student. That would ultimately mean he could start working even sooner. Which would be fantastic. 

***

The storm that broke out the previous day seemed out for some kind of revenge. It had only gotten stronger when Yoongi got ready for class. He had been up all afternoon yesterday writing out his assignment and sending it in. He felt good about today. Well, he had felt good. Before he saw the rain and realized he had two choices. One, he could still bike his way to University, or two, he could call out sick. 

He would never call a taxi for a 5-minute ride. That was just ridiculous, besides he wanted to save his money for when he really needed it. Not one of his two choices was great. He couldn’t give himself a bad name on day two of the class. Attendance was important. 

With a deep sigh, Yoongi dug out his raincoat and made his way to campus. The raincoat would do little to keep him dry, but he argued that if someone saw he had one, they would not judge his wet appearance too harshly. Gosh, he might even get a lick of sympathy from his peers. 

He didn’t have any friends. He argued that it came with the fact at that university, most students are there to study and not make new friends. While that was true for some, the other issue came in with the fact that Yoongi didn’t have any previous friends to fall back on. He was alone. 

By the time he made it to campus, he was drenched. The raincoat did nothing to protect him or his bag against the harsh rain and strong winds. Luckily, or unluckily for his fellow students, no one was spared against the rain. Most students were just as wet as he was. The few dryer ones clearly made it to class before the wind picked up. 

The bad part was that his poor notebook also got soaked. He had no way to take notes. It was at times like this that Ypoongi felt a sense of gratitude for his lack of money. If he had had money like most other students he would have bought a laptop or one of those fancy notebooks. If he had, that too would be ruined. Count your blessings or whatever. 

As he was slowly making his way towards the back of the class, another student hurriedly shuffled past him. Successfully knocking him over into one of the chairs. Without so much as a ‘sorry,’ the others just made their way to the back rows to plop down in a chair and curl up for a nap. 

“Asshole” Yoongi said as he got up and made his own way to his seat. He would be feeling that unexpected embrace with the chair later. His side was already on fire. As Yoongi got comfortable he noticed a strange tingling feeling in his shoulder. The exact one the asshole bumped into. Just as he was about to question the strange feeling some more, Professor Choi walked into the room. 

“Good morning everyone. Before we start for the day I would like to thank a few of you for handing in your homework so soon. I have had very interesting paragraphs to read through. Your scores will reflect after class. Now, today we are going to talk about the most common aura. The Red aura.” 

Yoongi’s stomach does a little swoop at the idea of discussing an entire aura without being able to take any notes. There will be an exam at the end of the course and they have no books to study from. It all depends on the notes they take in class. 

It seems like Yoongi isn’t the only one who is panicking if the intake of multiple breaths is anything to go by. At least it looks like Prof. Choi isn’t as heartless as he seems. 

“Now, no need to panic. I know the unexpected storm has caused most of you to not be able to take any notes. So I brought some paper and pens with me, but rest assured I will send out the notes of this class to everyone. Right, while the papers and pens are passed around can anyone tell me why the Red aura is the most common? No one? Well, that’s disappointing. 

Let’s start with basic science.  There are a few wavelengths of light we can see. The red wavelength is the closest to that of infrared light, or UV as most call it. UV light is felt not seen. Red is also one of the primary colors that make up all the other colors. Red is one of the most common because of its use. Without Red auras, most of the other auras wouldn’t exist. 

Because Red has the longest wavelength of all the visible colors it is considered a warmer color. It is seen as a dominant color, which explains the abundance of the color in auras, but we don’t really care that much about the science part of it. In this class, we focus on the meaning of the colors, the symbols, and the advantages of these colors. 

If we look at red, there are good and bad qualities we can associate with the color. In the past, red has been associated with anger, frustration, and aggression. Expressions such as ‘Red with rage’ or ‘all he could see was red’ were often used in the early 20th century. As humans entered the 40th century, red gained a new meaning. Red was associated with passion, love, and courage. If someone called you red it was seen as a compliment. 

Expressions like ‘He was a real red today’ or even ‘The team won the battle with courage as red as the morning sun’ were born from these new associations. Today, in the 70th century we still use the past expressions, but we focus more on the good ones. We also added a few new ones since the Coloring happened. These include wisdom, energy, grounding, and power. These associations have a direct correlation to their abilities. 

Red auras usually have elevated speed, which is prevalent as they are the driest of all of you. They also have an unusual abundance of knowledge. Red people are easy to love and are almost never too much for any of the other auras to handle.”  Prof Choi took a breath as he gazed out over the sea of aura colors in front of him. Most of them were red as he just stated, but there was an odd yellow or blue mixed in. 

“Are there any questions?” He asked the students. 

“Aren’t red auras associated with strong emotions? Doesn’t that make them dangerous?” One student asked. This made the professor pause for a few seconds. 

“Well, they used to be. These days Reds have decreased in intensity. What I mean by that is, in the past, the stronger your aura color was displayed the more powerful your abilities were. In the case of the Reds, they were seen as dangerous. Luckily for us, those auras didn’t last long as they grew greedy. They died out if you will. So, no. They are not associated with emotions anymore.” Professor Choi answered. 

“Professor? I read somewhere that Reds are also associated with Impulse control, risk-taking, stress, attraction, persuasion, and competitiveness. Are these also untrue?” The asshole student suddenly said as he glanced at the professor with such a challenge that it made Yoongi shiver. This student had an orange aura. Yoongi didn’t know much about them, but he knew one thing, they were associated with selfishness. As demonstrated by the way he pushed past Yoongi. 

“Well, um… Yes. They were, but I do believe that was in the past. Reds aren’t dangerous. There haven’t been any cases of Reds being a danger to society. Not as much as Greens were a few centuries ago, which turned out to be false as well. We’ll get to that once we do Greens.” Prof. Choi answered. Albeit he looked a little uncomfortable with the question. 

Professor Choi began to explain that they were going to watch a video on Reds, but Yoongi was frozen in his seat. The same boy who bumped into him was staring straight into his eyes. He had no expression on his face as he seemed to be taking Yoongi in. Yoongi unconsciously rubbed his shoulder where he was bumped earlier. That seemed to get the other attention as his eyes snapped to Yoongi’s shoulder. They widened slightly before the other turned around and started scribbling notes down on his paper. Notes Yoongi probably also should be taking. 

What a weird interaction.

Chapter 2

[nomimits7]

~Happy~

In a world where Auras can be seen, Yoongi lives a peaceful life as a broke, young adult. He attends Uni just so he can get into an internship to escape his current life. What he doesn't know is that six others are looking for him. They want him. They need him and they will have him. Forming a rainbow would give them all the power they could dream of.

Coming soon ~

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Perverse | Phase two

Title: Perverse

Parings: Seokjin x OT6BTS

Warnings: Low-key based on real events. Angst. Gaslighting Emotional manipulation. More to be added as the story goes on.

Summary: Seokjin got an offer of a lifetime to work in a small village halfway across the world to help pay off his debt. What he did not expect was to step into a world full of gaslighting and manipulation. He might just regret his decision to leave everything and everyone he knew behind.

This story is roughly based on my real life experiences with added twists. Not everything that happens in the story happened to me. I am merely using my experiences as a base to build on.

Phase two started off much more smoothly than they expected. It was simple really. Break him, form him, use him, and keep him. If they had timed it correctly the forming should be easy, but if they didn’t… they had one hell of a problem on their hands and would most probably have to resort to more extreme measures.

The forming part started slow. Simple suggestions disguised as guidance seemed like the best way to approach the broken lamb At this point anything could set Seokjin off. Hoseok was the first to attempt to ‘guide’ Seokjin. He simply stood behind him as Seokjin was checking some books, Hoseok simply leaned over him and suggested he change his system of checking. Instead of checking one book at a time he could check multiple at a time. Do one page of all the books before moving on. It would be mind-numbing but that was what they wanted.

Seokjin obliged like a good pet. Once he started using Hoseok’s suggestion, Yoongi took it upon himself to start praising him. Their plan was simple. Get Seokjin to realize that their suggestion would be the best. It’s what would get him praise.

As Yoongi took a book to check he realized that Seokjin had indeed been careful to mark correctly. Not a single mistake could be seen on any of the pages. Well, to be fair it has been like that since the beginning but that was not important.

The rest also saw how much Seokjin’s eyes would light up at any praise he received. The suggestion Hoseok gave was actual bullshit, but if Seokjin believed it, it clearly worked. They couldn’t be too obvious. They needed to start small to see this through. One wrong move would throw them back to step one, and not one of them wanted that.

Seokjin still had zero life in his eyes outside of the praise. That was a good sign for their plan but a small part of their hearts were extremely worried for him. He just acted so… robotic. It didn’t suit him at all.

Like with most things, they had a plan for this. Manipulation. If they could somehow get Seokjin to think that their mistreating him was all a lie, perhaps he would see them as heroes who helped form him. Unfortunately, this plan had to take second place. They had more pressing business they needed to get done with.

One of these so-called ‘businesses’ was seated in front of Namjoon. This parent was one of the worst they ever could and most probably would have to deal with. They claimed to care for their children well well-being, but the more they talked the more Namjoon suspected they were here for other reasons.

“And our child should be the top priority in any situation. What that new teacher did is unacceptable. How dare they try to stop our baby from doing what's right? Clearly, the other child would have deserved to be put in his place” The woman huffed as the said child looked smug next to his mother.

Now, Namjoon and his gang were no closer to saints than the devil himself, but this was just unbelievable. Are people really that dense when it comes to basic human behaviors? Apparently, the answer to that is yes.

“Ma’am I get where you are coming from, but what action of the teacher makes him the bad guy?” Namjoon asked with as much concern on his face as he could muster in this situation. Again, they wanted to break Seokjin, but this was just ridiculous.

“He jumped in between them! And now you want to send my baby for counseling because he hit a teacher? Perhaps the teacher had it coming as well! Waste of space!” The woman sneered. It was very amusing to see how the boy's reaction was far from his mother's. It was no secret that the kids adored Seokjin. They loved him and the other teachers all knew why! They themselves have to hold back from just cooing out loud at him.

“Ma’am. I think you misunderstand why your child is in trouble. When you enrolled him in this school, you signed a contract that declared that no violence would be tolerated and that such actions are punishable by way of expulsion, counseling, or a lawsuit. We were generous when we suggested counseling. My teachers are excellent at their jobs, even my newest. I will not sit here and listen to you belittle someone who single-handedly raised your child's score by more than 30%. So, since counseling is off the table, you will hear from our lawyers soon. Good day,” Namjoon said as he simply got up and left the room.

He couldn't care less about losing a child, but he had a feeling that the news would not be easy to convey to Seokjin. He loved each and every little monster he taught. That was one thing none of the other teachers could understand.

As expected the news broke Seokjin in a way they didn’t know someone could be broken. He had tears silently streaming down his face as he asked if he was the reason. Being the idiot that Namjoon can be sometimes he didn’t confirm or deny it. That seemed to be enough of an answer for Seokjin to apologize to them all and excuse himself to the bathroom. Namjoon knew hiring Seokjin would be a risk and a rollercoaster ride, but… this was something none of them knew how to feel about.

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Hello! This is Nomi here.

As you might have noticed, the chapters are getting shorter. This is not because I am lazy or just have no time to actively write. This is because as I mentioned in the beginning this story is based on something that happened to me. No, it didn't happen a few years back, this happened only 1 year ago.

It's very difficult for me to write about this and because there is no planned story line its very difficult to decide what to include and what not.

I hope you understand.

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Perverse | Numbness

Title: Perverse

Parings: Seokjin x OT6BTS

Warnings: Low-key based on real events. Angst. Gaslighting Emotional manipulation. More to be added as the story goes on.

Summary: Seokjin got an offer of a lifetime to work in a small village halfway across the world to help pay off his debt. What he did not expect was to step into a world full of gaslighting and manipulation. He might just regret his decision to leave everything and everyone he knew behind.

This story is roughly based on my real life experiences with added twists. Not everything that happens in the story happened to me. I am merely using my experiences as a base to build on.

Seokjin tried his very best to look unaffected by the day's events. After the student hit him and Namjoon all but had to lift his ass from the floor, he tried to brush of any and all other concerns. The fact that the students parents blamed Seokjin for the fight was beyond his understanding.

Seokjin was unsure of his future at the school before because of all his mistakes, but this could be reason enough to fire him. He had no idea how much the other teachers knew, but he could also care less at this point. If him getting fired was what he needed to sleep peacefully again, then so be it.

He was tired. So, so tired. Luckily the other teachers seemed to spare him his daily “what you did wrong” talk today. He kept his head down as he moved efficiently to put everything back where they belonged. Even Namjoon seemed to keep his thoughts to himself. Seokjin was thankful for the slight change in environment conditions.

“Are you guys ready? We need to leave soon if we want to make it in time” Namjoon suddenly said as he glanced over everyone. Most of the others were busy finishing up. Seokjin was seated behind a stack of books he was checking. Usually it wouldn’t take him long to check them, but he was checking every page five times before moving on.

He was paranoid, but no one blamed him. They wanted this. This was their goal from the start. It was kind of sad to see how much Seokjin has changed since he arrived. He barely smiled his beautiful smile. His eyes were dull and they could see he wasn’t sleeping as he should. They also noticed he never ate anything at work. That was one of the reasons they wanted to dine out tonight.

They wanted to break him, not kill him. And seeing him not eating was a little more concerning at this moment. Did they go too far? Perhaps they should tone it down a bit.

“Seokjin? Are you almost done?” Taehyung asked as he slipped on his coat. Seokjin lifted his head up ever so slowly. He quietly glanced over the stack of books next to him before he opened his mouth to answer.

“I know I said I would join, but I need to finish this before tomorrow. I have to many other piles to mark tomorrow. So, you guys should enjoy the dinner. I will lock up once I am done” Seokjin answered before he went back to checking the books.

Namjoon frowned as he glanced at the rest of the boys. For once, he had no idea what to do. Luckily it seemed like Jungkook knew exactly what to do. Before anyone could stop him he marched up to Seokjin. He was quick to grab the unsuspecting man by his armpits before he lifted him up and out of his chair. Seokjin let out a startled squeak as he all but flaid his arms around for a few seconds before going slack.

“That dinner invite wasn’t a request. It was an order. Now, you can check the books later. We’ll help you check them even. Get your sorry butt in your coat and shoes. You had a long day and I am not letting you waste it away alone. You are coming to dinner with us.” Jungkook all but growled out as he unceremoniously dressed Seokjin without missing a beat.

The rest of the boys could only watch with slight amusement as Seokjin just stared wide eyed at Jungkook as he buttoned his coat. They knew he was confused as hell by the action, but its was amusing to say the least. Through the entire car ride Seokjin remained as quiet as a mouse in his seat while the rest had soft discussions amongs each other.

His eyes felt heavy as the sway of the car started pulling him under. Before he could give in to some much needed sleep the car pulled up to a very nice looking restaurant. The exterior had a calming vibe to it. The lights didn’t seem to bright and the music was pleasant and light.

There wasn’t many other customers as the seven of them made their way to the very back of the establishment. It seemed like the others were regulars as no words were exchanged, but everyone seemed to know what to do.

Their table turned out to be booth that could fit seven people comfortably. Seokjin had planned to slip in at the end as to not be in the way, but he was quickly guided into the booth by Jimin. He ended up sitting in the centre of the group with Jimin on his one side and Hoseok on the other.

They ordered a variety of foods without even looking at the menu. Seokjin felt slightly in the way as the rest of them kept up conversation around him. Seokjin soon zoned out of the conversation as he stared off into the distance.

“I think we might have broken him completely” Yoongi said as he glanced at Seokjin. It was pretty obvious that he wasn’t all there. His eyes held almost no light and he barely moved at all.

“The way he is now is kind of perfect for what we plan. I believe we can start with phase two” Namjoon said.

“Perhaps we should start slowly, just to be sure. We can’t be to careful if we want this to work at all” Hoseok added.

“I agree with Hoseok. This could just be a dip and not a full fall. We should take it slow and see if it works or if he retaliates” Jungkook said as he slowly reached out to touch Seokjins cheek to see if he had any reaction. There were none.

“How long do we have before we need to move on?” Taehyung suddenly asked. They have been in this location for a while. Soon they would have to move to avoid being detected.

“I believe we still have two months. That would be more than enough time to have everything sorted if he has fallen already” Jimin said.

The rest of the boys silently agreed as the food arrived. It took quiet a bit to get Seokjin to eat something after they managed to get his attention again. He wasn’t eating enough, he was barely eating enough to feed a baby, but no worries. They would soon have that delt with.

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Perverse | Grooming

Title: Perverse

Parings: Seokjin x OT6BTS

Warnings: Low-key based on real events. Angst. Gaslighting Emotional manipulation. More to be added as the story goes on.

Summary: Seokjin got an offer of a lifetime to work in a small village halfway across the world to help pay off his debt. What he did not expect was to step into a world full of gaslighting and manipulation. He might just regret his decision to leave everything and everyone he knew behind.

This story is roughly based on my real life experiences with added twists. Not everything that happens in the story happened to me. I am merely using my experiences as a base to build on.

It’s been a week since the disaster of a class and Seokjin is barely hanging on by a thread. He is struggling. He has got the hang of giving class and actually getting the students to interact with him, but he is still making too many mistakes.

Every time one of the other teachers tests the students on the work he taught, it’s like none of the students were present in class. He struggles with the preparations before and after class and has to constantly redo his work. He isn’t eating like he should and to top it all off, he hasn’t been sleeping like a normal human is supposed to sleep.

Seokjin is constantly wondering if the move was even worth all the stress and sleeplessness. He has never felt so alone in his life. Maybe he should never have left home. He knew this opportunity was way too good to be true.

“-jin, Seokjin! Hey, are you listening?” Hoseok’s voice filters into his mind as he slowly comes back to himself. When did they start talking? What are they even talking about?

“S-sorry. What were you saying?” Seokjin asks as he tries to concentrate on his surroundings.

“I was asking if you wanted to eat dinner with us tonight. We know this has not been an easy week for you and we wanted to help you unwind a bit” Hoseok continued with a slight frown.

“Hey, are you okay?” Yoongi asked as he stepped into the room to put his own supplies away.

“Uh, yes I am fine and I would appreciate dinner, yes” Seokjin answered as he smiled slightly at the two men. The fact that his smile didn’t reach his eyes did not go unnoticed by the other two men.

“Great! We can all head out tonight once everyone is done!” Hoseok said as he began leaving the room to start his preparations for the next day. Yoongi just kept his eyes on Seokjin as he mindlessly started putting away materials. It would have been a concerning sight if this weren’t exactly where they wanted Seokjin from the beginning.

Back in the main office, the last student left as all the other teachers started their preparations for the next day. They were silent for the most part as each of them concentrated on finishing their work as soon as possible.

All eyes turned to Seokjin as he entered the area. They all knew why the man looked like he was in a world of his own. He had a very bad day. His lesson was going great until Namjoon decided to walk into his class and interrupt his lesson. This time it was unintentional. There was some or other problem between the students and one of the parents demanded answers right away.

To be fair, they were kind of proud of how well Seokjin had done with his lessons. It was just the little mistakes he still made, but those mistakes gave them the opportunity to break him down just to build him up again.

What they didn’t expect was for the students to go into a full-blown fight in the class. It got so bad that almost all the other students left the class. One of the students flung forward to hit the other student and before Namjoon could step in and stop the fight, Seokjin had blocked the attacker's path with his own body. That was enough to stun the poor student into stopping but wasn’t enough to eliminate the pain Namjoon could clearly see on Seokjin’s face. He most definitely would have a pretty big bruise on his side the student managed to hit. It was beautiful to witness.

Namjoon was quick to act after Seokjin crumbled onto the floor. It was utter chaos after that. The worst part of it all was that the parents blamed Seokjin even if he didn’t even know what happened in the class. Stupid parents.

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Living my Daydream | Hoseok x OT6

This is just a drabble! SO there is no tags to add.... YET

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Having a fairly regular day was not a common occurrence in Hoseok's life. Good days were exceptionally rare. If Hoseok really tried he could probably count all the good days of his entire life on one hand. Today, however, was not one of them. Today wasn’t even close to a regular day. It was supposedly the day that would change everyone's lives. Well, that’s what they said. Hoseok did not believe in those words. He never will believe in them as long as he was breathing, which wasn’t long if his calculations were correct.

How can anyone blame him for not believing in them when he was the one who was beaten until he was almost unconscious? How could he believe those words when his own parent stood to the side as their son was bound and dragged from their home? How could he possibly believe those words when he screamed and begged for mercy as he was thrown on the back of a horse and taken deep into the woods by the very people he grew up with? How could he when he was the one tied down on a rock in the middle of nowhere waiting for whoever to accept this so-called sacrifice? It was beyond insane.

Hoseok knew there would be no way that this could change the fate of the humans he once called friends and family. In fact, this would probably make it worse, but who was he to say such things? He was simply the town's crazy daydreamer. The one that could tell when a storm would hit. The one that somehow knew when the earth would rumble and try to crush everyone in its path with flood waters. Hoseok always knew. And that probably would cost him his life.

***

The day Hoseok was born was the happiest day of Na-heas life. Her husband's chest puffed out with pride as he looked at his baby boy. They have been trying for years to conceive and it was a happy accident that the little miracle turned out to be a boy. Both their families would finally get off their backs about having tiny copies of themselves around the house.

They didn’t come from the rich or the poor. They could live comfortably without having to worry about the next meal, but their families had this insane obsession with them having a baby, specifically a boy, that would make the daily proud and carry on the family name. The pressure was unusual, but they never lingered on the idea. Perhaps it was normal in this day and age for every species to procreate as much as possible to ensure their species has a fighting chance to survive in this unbalanced world.

Hoseok was a bright young boy. He grew to become quite a handsome and strong man. The only problem was that he was everything but normal. He developed what his parents called fits. His eyes would become as white as snow and he would not respond to anything or anyone calling his name. The fits never lasted long, but after they passed he would fall into a deep sleep for a few hours. He always made proclamations of either good fortune or pending disasters once he woke up. He once made one about a fire that would destroy the crops and of flood water that would destroy the streets. He was never far from wrong, but even then, the people of the town never believed him. Yet they always blamed him for the disasters.

He soon became the town outcast, even his own parents looked at him as if he wasn’t welcome in their lives anymore. Hoseok learned quite early on that humans aren’t always going to stay loyal like most normal animal species would. They most definitely will stab their own kind in the back for their own personal gain. Hoseok had little to no friends, but he never truly minded. He just kept to himself and tried to blend into the shadows, even if that was impossible.

Once Hoseok became of age, his entire appearance shifted overnight. His once-dark brown hair suddenly shifted to a stark white colour. His brown eyes got a gold flikker to them and his honey brown skin got a slight glowing appearance. He was even more handsome in his own eyes, but the sudden change (literally over night) did nothing to help him settle into the shadows and out of everyones way.

An even bigger change happened around the same time Hoseok had his first big fit and sudden glow-up. It seemed like Mother Nature decided that if the human race didn’t heed the warnings she gave them, which was plenty, she would have to change her method of teaching. The first thing that came was massive floods. They seemed to come out of nowhere. The rivers just started to swell up and the oceans just dashed inwards. Wiping everything clean as they went. Houses, farms, streets even trees did not stand a chance against the force the water brought. The damage was huge but the human population barely felt the loss or they just didn’t care. Next, was the fires. They managed to take out quite a number of humans and their crops, striking down from the heavens. They were just as unexpected as the flood waters, but still, the humans didn’t listen. They took it all in stride, saving just themselves and not even caring about their crops or animals. Leaving most of the defensless animals tied down to be eaten by the fire than just leaving them free of restrain to try and escape.

This made Mother Nature tremble with anger, literally. That’s when the earthquakes started. First, they were small warning rumbles that only slightly made the earth shake, but they soon grew into massive ripples of destruction. This seemed to get the attention of some humans but not all of them. To be honest, the attention was mostly due to the loss of a house or the collapse of a bridge than attention to what Mother nature wanted to say. Soon the winds started to play in circles through cities, dubbed tornadoes by humans, destroying anything in their way. The humans still refused to listen, and that’s when the droughts came. Millions of people were left starving and dying of heatstroke. It became unbearable, even the shade wasn’t a safe place to hide from the pounding heat. The final straw came months after when the humans kept on killing and poisoning their homes.

The sickness that came seemingly out of nowhere took many lives that weren’t strong enough to soldier through. The so-called smart humans struggled to find any form of a cure to try and save the lives of many, but that soon changed into just another way to make money or control certain majority groups. That’s when the sickness shifted. People started mutating and changing into non-human beings. The leaders first tried to tame the new groups by capturing them and keeping them locked away, but that too didn’t last long. These groups were just too strong.

Vampires, goblins, trolls, giants, and shifters were born out of the same race that tried to destroy their homes. This seemed to finally get the human's full attention. Finally, every new and old species realized that there was a sacristy that needed to be protected in order for their own kind to survive. The shifters were given the roles of main protectors due to their ability to become any animal form they so wished. Most of the new species moved out of the cities and into the wild where they thrived under the newfound freedom. They also managed to live with others in harmony, unlike what it used to be as humans.

Things were good. Everyone was happy and could live amongst each other in peace. That was until the remaining humans once again decided to take control back. Well, they tried to take it back. Their eyes were on the shifters, the protectors of every species' home. Including humans. Mass shifter murders took place over the course of a few weeks. None of the other species had any time to react to the mass murders and soon only six shifters remained. Hidden from everyone. Before the humans could complete their plans of total shifter extinction, Mother Nature stepped in. This time she was past the point of anger.

The immortalization of the last six shifters into Elemental shifters was met with praise from all the other species. The shifters have always been respected by all the other species. They were kind and just as they took their roles as protectors seriously. But what the humans did to them, changed the remaining six. They stayed fair to the other species but they were filled with the need to take revenge on the human species. Luck wasn’t on the humans’ side as none of the other species stood for them, instead, they all stood against the humans. This lead to the human population always receiving the short end of any and all deals and trades. They were reduced from renowned technologically advanced beings to almost cave dwellers. Almost like they had to restart from the very beginning.  

That brings everything back to this moment. In the middle of nowhere, tied to a rock in the boiling sun where the sacrifice the humans hoped would stop the misfortune the six Elemental shifters brought against them would end. The humans hoped that one significant, and perhaps unwilling, death would satisfy the revenge the immortals sought. Maybe, the humans could get rid of their black sheep and their misfortune in one go.

Hoseok wasn’t sure how long he has been tied down on the rock, but it must have been long enough for his blood to dry and his skin to redden from the unforgiving sun. His tears have also dried a while back and the reality of what had happened has finally begun to sink in. His own people would rather let him die than seek forgiveness for their wrongdoings. It's laughable really. He was beaten, bound, dragged out into the woods, whipped with what felt like a thousand thorns, and left to die one way or another after his own people danced and prayed around him. The elders even had a drawn-out speech for the Elementals about how his sacrifice was their way of seeking mercy. How Hoseok's suffering was their way of seeking some sort of mercy. Not repenting, no, they sought mercy.

Again, no sign of asking for any forgiveness or even acknowledging the wrongs they have done in the past. Only half-assed promises and lies. Hoseok even doubted that the Elementals had been present during the whole show. Gosh, they probably didn’t even care what the humans did to their own kind. To be honest, he doesn't even blame them for turning a blind eye. He would have done the exact same if he were in their shoes. Even if the thought of becoming as cruel as his people made him sick to the stomach.

It must have been a few more hours or more after Hoseok all but gave up when the sun was suddenly blocked out by heavy rain clouds. The wind, which has been a gentle breeze since the moment he was taken from his home, suddenly grew stronger and more purposeful. The earth gave a low grumble as the heat, that was blocked out from the sun, was replaced with another type of warmth. The kind you feel around a campfire in the dead of winter. Soothing, yet on the edge of becoming uncomfortable.

Hoseok could barely open his eyes, which he didn’t even realize was closed. He suspected the lack of cooperation from his body's side was due to the beating and blood loss he endured earlier in the day. It might also have to do with the sun and the position he was tied down in. He was lying on his back on a big rock, but the thing was, the rock had a slight slope to it. The townspeople really were out to make this the worst experience for Hoseok possible by binding his neck on the side that sloped down instead of the other side. It wasn’t a drastic decline, but enough for the blood to pool in his ears and turn his brain to mush.

Hoseok could only wish for the blissful feeling that unconsciousness would bring, but his body was strong and stubborn. A fresh feeling of hopelessness overcame him as his mind started getting hazy from exhaustion. Usually, Hoseok was a ball of sunshine and energy, despite what the townspeople said or did. And boy did they do a lot. Even if his body is stubborn and won’t allow him to slip into complete unconsciousness, he could feel his grip on reality fading fast. So fast that he nearly missed what sounded like a whisper close to his head. Said sound wasn’t enough to pull him from his hazed state and he finally all but blacked out completely at the touch of what felt like a hand.

***

“I felt the air move,” Jimin said as he twirled around the room with restless energy. He has been at it since earlier and it was starting to annoy the others.

“You always feel the air move Jimin. That is kind of your thing” Yoongi drawled as he sipped on a suspiciously dark drink.

“No, this one felt off. Almost like something is going to happen that’s not supposed to happen” Jimin frowned as he came to a sudden halt before the other.

“I got to go with Jimin on this one. The rumble I felt was unnatural somehow” Taehyung piped up as he took a seat next to Yoongi, inspecting his drink.

“Jin? Did you feel something?” Namjoon asked as he looked over at the elder who was busy watering some plants.

“Yeah, the water seemed restless, and it's increasing. Almost like it's in pain” Seokkjin said as he looked over to the rest. Pain. The one thing their gifts never felt.

Between the six of them, only three could feel when something was wrong. Jimin through the wind, Taehyung through the earth, and Seokjin through the water. Yoongi sometimes felt something, but that was just if any fire was involved. Namjoon and Jungkook couldn’t. Their gifts are two of the most destructive around. Other species usually tried to avoid them. Especially Namjoon’s gift.

“I’ll go see what’s going on” Jimin suddenly said as he all but disappeared into thin air. Literally.

“That kid is going to give me grey hair I swear,” Yoongi said as he watched the space left by Jimin, waiting for his spontaneous return.

“I hope it doesn’t have something to do with those humans. They have been quiet and I would like it if they kept it that way” Jungkook said as he went to the kitchen to find a snack of some sort.

Since the six of them became immortals they lost the ability to feel hungry and sleepy. They didn’t need to sleep or eat like they use to, but they found comfort in snacking from time to time. Especially Jungkook, he was a growing boy when the humans tried to kill them and they were forced to flee deep into the wilderness. They were so afraid of getting killed by the bloodthirsty humans that they refrained from eating too much. The poor boy wasn’t happy at all. They had to restrain him after they found their new place in the world.

All of a sudden, Taehuyng and Seokjin froze. They looked almost pale as the others watched them curiously. This wasn’t anything unusual for them. This often happened when something was wrong. But for both of them to freeze at the same time… that wasn’t good. Just then Jimin reappeared. He looked even worse than the others.

“Jimin…?” Namjoon began as he slowly approached the boy. Yoongi took Taehyung into his arms as Jungkook went to Jin.

“They- their… They were beating up a kid. He has white air and he was screaming so badly. His parents were just watching them take him. He looked so… and they tied him to a horse. It was horrible. Why- why would they do that?” Jimin said as he started crying. They have seen their fair share of cruelty amongst humans, but to hear how parents would just let something like that happen made them boil with anger.

“As much as I hate to interfere with the humans and their cruelty, something isn’t right. Let’s go” Yoongi said as he stood up and made his way over to the window. The rest followed silently. None of them knew what they would find, but they knew for a fact that if it was even a little of what they suspected, the human would surely be up to no good.

***

Off everything that they expected to find it was not this. Their abilities as Elementals granted them the anonymity to not be seen. They always loved that side of their immortality, but on days like today, they wish the humans could see the shock and anger on their faces.

There right before them, they saw how the humans were singing and dancing around a bound and bloodied boy. They were singing words like ‘sacrifice’ and ‘burden’ and none of them looked remorseful for the nearly unconscious boy. In fact, they looked relieved and dare they even say, glad that he was being treated worse than an animal. Just when things couldn’t get any worse, the so-called leader began to speak.

“We pray to any and all Elementals to accept this sacrifice in return for their mercy. Unhand us from this burden. Take it and make with it what you will. There is a so-called place in this world for any and all creatures, but there is no place for this thing we present to you. We humbly ask your mercy and seek your protection once again from every enemy of ours out there” The one leader said. He looked old and somewhat arrogant.

The words were one thing to hear but to see everyone agree with them was heartbreaking. Jimin suddenly gasped as he pointed to two people huddled together with blissful smiles on their faces.

“That’s- that’s his parents. They look… glad that their son is treated like- like that”

“Well then, we are the protectors of all. Would you all say we need to follow these fools back to their village and show them how much we ‘appreciate’ their offering?” Taehyung said with a deep scowl on his face.

“We could. Or we could just observe a bit. Humans love to discuss what everyone else is like. They will surely talk about this poor boy's life. Namjoon? Is he still alive? And if he is will he be fine for a bit while we trail the rest? I would love to take him away, but we might miss vital information.” Yoongi said with a slight hesitance.

Namjoon closed his eyes and focussed on the poor boy's heartbeat. He knew that the boy wasn’t okay, far from it, but he felt strong and stubborn. There was something that felt different, almost like he wasn’t fully human, but Namjoon would think about that later. He would be okay for a few more minutes. Namjoon nodded to the rest. They were going to find out the who, what, and why of this boy, and then they could make their move. Be it mercy in the form of a quick death or in the form of healing.

***

“I can’t believe they threw him out like that just because he was… different,” Seokjin said as he followed the rest back to the boy.

“Yeah, So what if his hair changed? He could predict disaster before they happened” Jimin said as he twirled through the trees.

“Gosh, if they weren’t such idiots. They have no idea how beneficial that could have been. How special he is” Yoongi said as he scowled at a leaf that fell on his head.

“I say we take him and heal him. Maybe he could mean something to us. I already feel the need to protect him from the world” Namjoon said.

They all silently agreed as they reached the boy again. He looked somewhat peaceful as he was lying in his own blood. His body was beaten and broken, yet his face was calm and looked angelic. His skin had a red glow to it as he got crisped by the sun. He was remarkably beautiful in his current state. Which should have been weird for them. They were Elementals, shifters by nature. They should not find any other species beautiful. Especially not humans.

Seokjin looked up at the sky as the rain clouds blocked out the heat from the sun. Jimin slowed down his twirling to a gentle breeze and Taehyung kept his rumble low and calm. Yoongi moved forward to hover his hands over the boy's face while Jungkook and Namjoon tried to asses his wounds without touching him.

“Oh, sweetheart. These people don’t deserve a treasure like you” Yoongi said. He was visibly upset with all the new information that they had learned in the last couple of minutes. They all were.

Obviously, the boy didn’t react at all. Yoongi doubted that the boy could even feel their touches as they freed his bound boy. It was weird to feel care and sadness for a human. The species was known to be violent and greedy. They have seen them kill their own kind with their own eyes. Yet, they never felt like this. This was something new.

“Do you think the humans were making all they said up?” Jungkook asked softly as he helped lift the boy off the rock.

“Humans will tell many lies to make their actions seem fair,” Namjoon said, cradling the boy to his chest.

“If they lied, they are even more messed up than we thought,” Jimin said.

“We always knew they were cruel. They could never prove us otherwise. They are cunning and even if there are some good ones, they will always try to advance themselves. No matter the consequences,” Seokjin said with a sad tone to his voice.

“I just hope this one isn’t any of that. I would hate to waste any of our abilities on something that could harm others,” Taehyung commented. They were all silent in agreement as they made their way to their home.

***

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Perverse | Inexperience

Title: Perverse

Parings: Seokjin x OT6BTS  

Warnings: Low-key based on real events. Angst. Gaslighting Emotional manipulation. More to be added as the story goes on.

Summary: Seokjin experiences his first of many humiliating classes. The boys discuss their observations

A/N: These chapters really are short. For some or other reason I find this specific idea hard to put into words. Maybe its because I am kind of writing about my own experience.

Seokjin felt excited. He couldn't wait to start working. He finished his training the previous day and is officially starting today. The training inspired him in ways he never expected. He had so many ideas of how he wanted to give class and how he wanted to touch the minds of the students. He was a little unsure of his co-workers, though. They gave him a weird vibe, almost like they didn't want him there.

This new life he was starting would take some getting used to, especially the 'being alone' part. It felt weird having the entire morning to himself. He feels like he should be doing something. Maybe he should clean or perhaps he should go for a walk? But the risk of getting lost and being late on his first day was way too high. He already thinks his co-workers hate him. He did not need to give them any more reasons. Luckily a knock at his door saved him from his dilemma.

"Hey, we were wondering if you would like to take a drive around before work? You know, just to show you the area. Get to know you, that kind of thing?" Namjoon asked as soon as Seokjin opened the door. Seokjin was admittedly taken aback by this. The vibe he got from everyone when they first met did not justify this, whatever this was. Seokjin, however, was no fool. So he plastered a smile on his face and took it in stride. He needed their approval, even if he had to fake it.

"I would like that, yes" Seokjin answered as he grabbed his necessities. Never had it even crossed his mind that he could get his own personal tour from his boss, no less. He was just thankful for the distraction.

Getting to the van(?)Seokjin was slightly shocked to see the rest of the teachers there as well. Masking his confusion behind a smile he politely greeted everyone. He was even more surprised when he was ushered into the front seat. Like, isn't there a system of who gets to sit up front? Anyway, Seokjin just bowed his head and took his seat like an obedient child.

The tour was short, but Jin enjoyed every single part of it. Namjoon was driving as he explained certain landmarks and buildings. The others also said something once in a while only for Seokjin to react with big eyes and a "really?". It was quite endearing to witness. Seokjin was eager to learn, that was for certain.

"Okay, this is one of the many temples we have here. When the lanterns are up like those ones up there, it means there will be a celebration or offering happening at the temple. Our people love their firecrackers, so don't be surprised if you hear them daily. I just wouldn't recommend going inside the temple when it's very hot like today. You will die of the heat" Namjoon explained as he slowly rounded the big temple. It was huge and very colourful. It didn't look to be a day older than yesterday. These people really took care of their buildings.

"On that note, we should head to the school. I want to give you a little time to settle before classes start. Today, you will observe and only give one part of one of my classes. I don't want to overwhelm you. Don't worry. I will tell you what to do. You will have time to prepare" Yoongi piped up from the back seat.

Seokjin's heart sank. Oh no. They were going to throw him into the deep end. What if he screws this one up? Will they fire him? They can't fire him, can they? Before Seokjin could freak himself out any more, he suddenly felt a hand on his thigh. Looking down he could see Namjoons big hands almost swallow his thigh completely. That was enough of an image to last in his spankbank for at least a month.

"Calm down. We will be watching your class and if you do get stuck we are there to help you. We understand that you have zero experience. I can not promise you that we will always go easy on you and you will most probably get in trouble, but we are here. If you need anything, just ask" Namjoon said as he patted his thigh and slowly lifted his hand back to the steering wheel. Oh man, he was in so much trouble already.

The routine at the school that the other teacher had was easy to fall into. You get there, clock in and begin your class preparations. Once you are done you get straight to marking before the first student arrives. Taehyung took the liberty of showing Seokjin how he should go about the marking and what he should look out for.

One thing that kind of ticked Seokjin off was the fact that the other's would converse in their native language. One, Seokjin could not understand. He supposed it was easier for them, but shouldn't they include him now? Perhaps changing their normal way of communication to accommodate him was a bit too much. Was he being selfish? He probably was.

The class Seokjin would be teaching was relatively easy. He just had to introduce some reading and vocabulary. Easy peasy. Unfortunately, this class was at the end of the day. While Seokjin waited anxiously for the time to run faster, Jungkook told him to join him in his class. Observing another teacher live like this was a whole new experience. It was almost like Jungkook was a totally new person. He was fun and he kept the students entertained.

After observing, Seokjin went back to check some books. He tried to work fast and efficiently. He wanted to make a good impression on his co-teachers. Everything was going well. Well, up until his class came. The students only looked at him and he had no idea how to get them to interact with him. He eventually got through the lesson, but not without making a complete fool of himself.

He had never felt as much as a failure as he did in that exact moment. The worst part was that most of his co-workers observed his class. He could feel their disappointment. Once the torture class was over. He kept himself busy with cleaning. He tried to avoid any and all eyes. He just wanted to crawl home and sleep.

Eventually all the students went home and most of the cleaning was done. Seokjin still tried to keep himself out of harm's way by helping with some more marking. It was obvious at this stage that he was trying to hide. His co-workers for the most part let him be, but that didn't stop them from talking about his lesson in their own language.

"He has potential. He really tried hard. I could see one or two of my students close to losing their composure" Yoongi said as he sneaked a look at the distraught Seokjin.

"I must say, your students surprised me by actually keeping up the whole act. You should reward them" Taehyung said as he slightly smirked.

"He's avoiding us. He has been since his class ended" Hoseok piped up as he rounded the table to pack away some notes from his observations.

"I told you all to trust me. He might be even easier to tame than I thought" Namjoon said as he also eyed Seokjin from his own desk.

"Don't underestimate him. He has some fight in him. I could see it in his eyes. He will not go down easily" Jimin said from his own spot.

"Perfect"

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Perverse | Introductions

Title: Perverse

Parings: Seokjin x OT6BTS  

Warnings: Low-key based on real events. Angst. Gaslighting Emotional manipulation. More to be added as the story goes on.

Summary: Seokjin meets everyone 

A/N: These chapters really are short. For some or other reason I find this specific idea hard to put into words. Maybe its because I am kind of writing about my own experience. To be honest, I would not be surprised if this is a major flop. Oh well..

The beginning

Seokjin liked his home. It was small but so cosy. Besides, he didn't need much. As long as there was a kitchen with a somewhat decent stove he could live in a shoe box for all he cared for.

One thing he did not expect from this whole ordeal was to live right next to not one, not two, but all six of the other teachers. Something felt… off somehow. He just hoped they would all turn out to be nice and pleasant people. He has read countless stories online of foreign teachers that get harassed or mistreated at their jobs.

Lost in his little thought bubble, Seokjin nearly had a heart attack at the sudden knock at his door. Spinning around and nearly making friends with the floor, Seokjin came face to face with a very attractive looking man. He looked very young, maybe even younger than Seokjin himself. His yet black hair was styled back, he wore a loose shirt that slightly slipped off his one shoulder. His eyes were sharp and held a certain hunger in them.

“Oh I am sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. Namjoon told us that you have arrived and I got a little curious to see how our newest member looked. Welcome, I am Jimin. I am one of the kindergarten teachers. I can’t wait to work with you” Jimin said as he leaned against the doorframe.

Oh no, this man was an angel. He looked like the devil, but he worked with the babies and his voice was so soft. Seokjin had to physically stop himself from cooing out loud. For some or other reason Seokjin felt like he needed to protect Jimin with his life. He most probably would do anything for him. Seokjin was in trouble, this much he knew. If all the others were like this… yeah he was in deep trouble.

“Oh, It’s nice to meet you Jimin! I hope we get along as well” Seokjin said as he smiled slightly at the other male. “You have a very nice smile! Well, would you like to have a little tour of the school? We were just about to head there. I know you only start after your training, but I mean we might as well get the introductions out of the way” Jimin said as he pointed over his shoulder.

It kind of made sense to get the awkward introductions out of the way as fast as possible. Seokjin could unpack a little later, besides he was super curious to see how the school looked. Smiling as he nodded, Seokjin turned around again to move his bags out of the way. Jimin watched him with an amused smile. This was going to be fun.

***

The school turned out to be just a 5 minute walk from where they stayed. It was a tall building with at least 4 floors. As soon as Seokjin and Jimin stepped into the building, five pairs of eyes looked at them.

Okay, wow. Seokjin was in trouble. These men were beyond gorgeous. Namjoon smiled as he stepped around one of the counters. The first floor looked like a lobby of some sorts. There was a reading area as well as a big table with six chairs. On the other side of the open plan area were more tables that could almost be seen as a study area. The walls were colourful and the place looked pleasant and inviting.

“Ah, I see Jimin has already snatched you from your own home” Namjoon said as he reached them and side eyed Jimin. Jimin only smiled before he shrugged his shoulders.

“I just wanted to get the introductions out of the way! Besides, I know I am not the only curious one. I was just brave enough to talk to him first” Jimin countered as he made his way over to the teacher(?) table.

“Anyway, since Jimin jumped the gun let me introduce you to the rest of the teachers. This is Jungkook. He is one of the grammar teachers. This is Taehyung, he is one of the higher level teachers. In the training you will get introduced to the levels then all of this will make more sense. Jimin you have already met. He is one of the kindergarten teachers. Next to him is Hoseok. He is also a kindergarten teacher. And lastly that is Yoongi. He is also one of the higher level teachers. I myself am more of a grammar teacher, but all of us can teach any of the topics the school offer” Namjoon said as he pointed to each teacher. They all just gave a salute or wave in return before going back to their own work.

Seokjin found it interesting that all of them seemed to have their own speciality. That did, however, leave him with the question of where he would come in. Luckily for him, that was quickly answered.

“You will rotate between all of our classes. I expect great things from you. I am also  thinking of giving you your own class, but that is for the future. Right now I would like to show you the classrooms” Namjoon said as he led Seokjin up the stairs.

The classrooms were exactly what Seokjin expected. A colourful room with a white board, a Tv and desks for the students. Namjoon explained exactly how to turn on everything, or open the classroom as they called it. He also explained the fines and punishments for not closing the rooms properly. There was a list of rules Seokjin needed to follow and he was also given a run through on the materials. Despite this, Seokjin tried to listen as carefully as he could. He had no experience and he desperately didn’t want to fuck this up. When he told this much to Namjoon, the other just laughed at him and shook his head.

“I know you are new to this. But! That doesn’t mean we will go easy on you. The faster you learn the better. I expect mistakes, but I also only expect you to make them once. This is not going to be as easy as it sounds, but we are here if you have any questions” With that Namjoon asked one of the other teachers to walk Seokjin back home, which he refused. He needed to become independent and starting with walking home seemed like the best option.

As soon as he was out the door the others glanced back at Namjoon. They were all waiting to hear what the big boss was going to tell them. They all knew Namjoon had some or other reason for hiring someone out of the blue, someone with no experience no less. They just didn’t know what that reason was, yet.

“Let’s go easy on him for the first few weeks. He’s all alone here and gaining his trust is very important. He needs to rely on us, after that we can start having fun. I know you all are confused, but trust me on this one. He will be perfect for this job” Namjoon said as he turned to the rest with a slight smirk on his face.

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Perverse | Series index

Summary: Seokjin got an offer of a lifetime to work in a small village halfway across the world to help pay off his debt. What he did not expect was to step into a world full of gaslighting and manipulation. He might just regret his decision to leave everything and everyone he knew behind.

The beginning 

Introductions 

Inexperience 

Grooming

Numbness

Phase two

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Perverse | The beginning

Title: Perverse

Parings: Seokjin x OT6BTS  

Warnings: Low-key based on real events. Angst. Gaslighting Emotional manipulation. More to be added as the story goes on.

Summary: Seokjin got an offer of a lifetime to work in a small village halfway across the world to help pay off his debt. What he did not expect was to step into a world full of gaslighting and manipulation. He might just regret his decision to leave everything and everyone he knew behind.

This story is roughly based on my real life experiences with added twists. Not everything that happens in the story happened to me. I am merely using my experiences as a base to build on.  

Perverse - showing a deliberate and obstinate desire to behave in a way that is unreasonable or unacceptable

“Would you relax? I promise you, I will be fine mom… Yes, I have my passport. No, mom! I won’t get lost! There are like a million people in the airports. Yes… yes my first flight was fine. Okay, okay I really have to get going mom. Yes I might miss my last flight. Okay… okay love you too. Bye” Seokjin let out a sigh as he finally switched off his phone. Gods above knew how much he loved his mother, but she tends to get a bit overbearing.

Seokjin had just finished University when a job opportunity literally came knocking on his door. He hasn’t even thought about applying for local jobs, yet here he was on his way to catch his last flight to work in another country, worlds away from his family. A job he knew nothing about.

Nervous was an understatement for how he was feeling at this very second. He was excited to see the world on his own, but being alone in a foreign country where the chance of encountering someone that even speaks your language is almost zero… yeah maybe he was in over his head. Unfortunately, he needed this job. He had debts to pay. Studying has put his family in a tough position and he would be caught dead if he would allow his parents to pay anything back.He was the one that studied, not them.  

Besides, he has done a course online that kind of prepared him for this type of job. Yes, his degree was in science, but finding a job in that field is almost impossible. Something about publish or perish. He might be a qualified scientist, but he hates writing papers. That’s the only reason why he is flying over 12, 000 km to be a cram school teacher. He was charming and how hard can it be to teach children another language? The school even said he’ll undergo a training period, so no worries.

Flying in a pandemic is quite the unique experience indeed. The amount of times he had to sanitise his hands or get his temperature checked was insane. He won’t even be surprised if his blood was more alcohol than actual haemoglobin at this point. Not even to mention that nobody cared to prepare him for the feeling of flying. It literally felt as if his organs stayed behind as the plane took off. He was so dizzy during his first flight that he almost didn’t eat. The view was worth it though.

The first country was breathtaking, well the airport was.Their Duty free space was filled to the max. You could literally buy anything there. Even an insanely huge teddy bear that would make the perfect cuddle buddy. Seokjin was so tempted. Luckily, or unluckily, he was so nervous on finding his next gate that he had no time to shop around. The same feeling and routine followed for his second country where he had to transfer from one flight to the next. You would think that the last stop, which would be his home country for the next year or so, would be easy to get through since he already had two transfers which in Seokjin's mind counted as enough practice. But oh no, he had to wait for two hours to do a C-test, then he had to change his number, get a rule book and then find his bags. Next stop was customs and then hailing a taxi to get to his quarantine hotel.

He would have to stay in the hotel for a week before he needed to move halfway across this country to one of the small villages for his job. The hotel was beautiful but basic. It had the world's most comfortable bed, 24 hour air conditioning, a built-in kitchen area, free netflix, a shower and a self heating toilet. What more could anyone need for a week of relaxation?

***

It was day four of seokjin's stay in the hell hole of a hotel and he was lonely. Even the shows on Netflix have lost his attention. Seokjin could feel a cold sense of dread at the idea of just how lonely he truly was. He missed his mothers hugs and his fathers small head pats. His older siblings light banter and his friends that always would steal his food. He missed humans. This isolation was torture for him. He is a social person. He thrived off physical touch and conversations.

The up side of the hotel was the food. Just like any well cultured person, Seokjin appreciated a good meal. This hotel surely delivered. It was during one of these eating feasts that Seokjin’s phone rang, which was weird.

“Hello?”

“Ah hello, Seokjin? It’s Namjoon from the school. I was calling to ask how you were doing? I know it must be hard with no one else there to keep you company?” Namjoons velvety voice came over the receiver. He sounded so much nicer than what Seokjin thought he would. His voice was smooth and it weirdly made Seokjin feel comforted. Either this Namjoon dude’s voice is truly a gift from god, or Seokjin really misses humans. He’ll take what he can get.

“Ah, yes. I might be losing my mind a little, but don’t worry I will be fine. I just have 3 more days to do then I will be out” Seokjin answered carefully. He was much too excited to hear another person's voice. He just could not let Namjoon, who was his new boss, know exactly how close to insane he might be.

“That’s good. We all look forward to meeting you and working with you. Let me know when you leave the hotel so I can send you the location of your apartment. Luckily for you it's close to the school and most of the other teachers live in the same building. We can’t wait to see you” Namjoon said with a slight chuckle in his voice.

“Ah, that’s good. I might actually cry the moment I see another human, but thank you for all you have done for me! I can’t wait to start learning and working. See you soon” Seokjin said before ending the call. It was quite strange how that one call changed his entire mood. He could do this. He had to!

***

Breaking free from his comfortable prison was decidedly Seokjin's favourite moment. Luckily he did not cry, which would have been the epitome of embarrassment for him. His trip to the small village was uneventful. He had a few people stare at him as he was getting on the high speed train, but that was solely due to his amount of bags. It was not common for people to ride a train with a huge ass suitcase.

As expected, the village was a lot smaller than the big city, but it did surprise Seokjin at how many shops there truly were. It was comforting to know that he would be able to survive without any major adjustments like swapping out his normal clothes for village clothes or even hunting for food. Seokjin had a lot of time in his prison to think of the most outrageous scenarios, he was frankly slightly disappointed.

The sudden halting of his taxi was what finally brought Seokjin's attention back to the present. He was in front of a small looking apartment complex. No more than three or four families would be able to stay here, but that wasn’t what Seokjin was focussed on. In front of the building stood a man. A very tall and handsome man. He looked as if he could be the leader of some or other organisation. He looked dangerous.

Hesitantly, Seokjin got out of the taxi and helped the driver unload his bangs. That was when this man did the most unthinkable. He smiled at Seokjin. Like full blown, dimples out, smiled. Seokjin could do nothing but stare. He silently prayed that it was the building manager or someone very friendly and not who he thinks this man is.

“Seokjin? Welcome to your new home. I am Namjoon. Let me help you inside and show you around” Namjoon smiled again as he stepped forward and took one of Seokjin's bags. Fuck, this man was exactly who Seokjin though he was… he was in so much trouble.

“Oh, good to finally meet you Namjoon. Ah, thank you!” Seokjin said as he followed Namjoon inside. The place was actually bigger than he thought. The front door led out to a huge courtyard, but what Seokjin didn’t expect was to see only three doors. The confusion must have shown on his face as Namjoon let out a slight chuckle.

“I own the building. On the left you have three teachers and on your right the other three. I live on the right side. Don’t worry your home is in the middle. We can’t access your home in any way. Unfortunately, you only have a single story bachelors. Our apartments go up one floor. I can introduce you to the rest of the guys later. Welcome to the team. I hope you enjoy your time here” Namjoon said with a very badly concealed smirk.

Seokjin didn’t notice Namjoons expression due to him being in awe at his home. He was most definitely not ready for what was to come.

Introductions 

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The Egyptian God’s Prey | Finale

Title: The Egyptian god’s prey

Parings: Jimin x OT6BTS  

Warnings: Swearing. Mention of death. Mention of Nazi’s. Inaccurate Egyptian’s history… I improvised. Mention of kidnap, kind of (he ends up stranded). Severe sunburn. Kind of incest ( The Egyptians gods sometimes married their siblings). Talk about death and killing. They open up about their past.

Summary: The boys finally come to the point where they try to find Jimin’s god. With a stroke of luck Khonsu is not exactly what they expected. 

Chapter 14 

The time has finally come to try and figure out how to unlock Jimin’s own god for good. The rest of the boys had no idea what he would look like or if he would even be happy about being unlocked. Heck, they might even never be able to get Jimin’s true power to come forth. Nun alone knew how much damage Jimins’ mothers schemes did to him.

The hardest part of this whole operation would be telling Jimin about his true nature first, and then failing. There is always the option of just trying and explaining things later, but that has risks of its own. What happens if his god decides to completely overrule Jimin himself? What if Jimin goes on a revenge streak??? How do you stop a powerful newborn god? Easy, you can’t.

Most people know of the mysterious city of Atlantis. Yeah, well let’s just say that one particular newborn deity had a few things to prove. They were there the day Atlantis disappeared. It was horrible to witness. It took more gods than they would ever care to admit to take that deity down. Noone dares to even speak of those events. Its a black spot in history that they would very much like to keep hidden from humans.

Back to the problem at hand. Everyone was gathered in Hoseok's room. It was the most comfortable place to be. Besides, Namjoon has never been in this room for more than a few minutes and everyone agreed that he at least needed to feel how soft the couches are. Jimin has made it his personal mission to assure that Namjoon stays comfortable. He was like a little koala. He refused to let go of Namjoon. That’s how Namjoon found himself almost dozing off. He has never felt this warm.

Taking a deep breath, Yoongi decided it was time to get rid of the everlasting tension they all could feel. He briefly made eye contact with the rest of the gods, receiving small encouraging smiles before he turned to the two cuddling on the other couch. Namjoon shifted slightly, forcing Jimin to sit a bit more upright. This also helped get rid of any sleepiness that could be creeping up on them.

“Jimin. There is one final deity we need to introduce you to” Yoongi began. Those words alone were enough to get Jimin's attention. He immediately sat up with excitement as his eyes sparkled with glee.

“Oh really? I thought there were only six of you in this house! Have you been hiding someone from me?” Jimin slightly teased as he looked at all of them for any indication of the answer.

“Well, not exactly. You see this god is someone you know very well. You might even have spoken to them before without even knowing it” Jungkook said as he nervously looked to the rest for support. Jimin was confused. Very confused by the pout he had on his face.   “Okay? Um, can you give me a hint, or something?” Jimmin asked as he shifted into a more relaxed position next to Namjoon.

“He is the god of the moon. He is associated with youth and he is also seen as a traveller god. In his human form he looks extremely young. He has fair skin and the eyes of an angel, if they even existed. He is a master of dance. He is at his strongest when it is a full moon out. He is also the son of Mut and Amun” Namjoon answered as he watched Jimin carefully.

“I don’t understand what you are implying,” Jimin said wearily.

“Jimin, you are not who you were told to be,” Seokjin said. His gaze sad as he watched every emotion possible pass over Jimin's face. Jimin was quiet and that made all of them very nervous. There was no telling what was going through his mind at that stage.

Jimin, on the other hand, was stunned. He had a nagging feeling that he knew exactly what they were talking about, but he just could not make a definite connection. Jimin was slowly beginning to lose his mind. Of this he was almost certain. There is no way he could be anything other than a normal human. He would have noticed if he lived for more than an average lifespan of a human. Where were all the past records of him then? How did he forget them? No, they are wrong. They have to be.

“Jimin, we were there. We saw you in every lie of a life you lived. You even said we looked familiar a few weeks back. Hoseok was your history professor, Mr J. Taehyung was your principal, Mr Kim. Yoongi was his secretary, Mr Min. Jungkook was the psychology teacher and the driver, Mr Jeon. Seokjin was the doctor that took care of your mother, Dr Sj.  I was Taehyung's brother. We saw you through every single decade you have lived through” Namjoon said with a hint of desperation.

“You- you brought me here?” Jimin said in disbelief. He was suddenly assaulted with a flood of memories that finally made sense. He finally knew why they felt familiar…

…“Ah, sure thing Mr Kim. Go right ahead” Mr J said, as cheerful as ever, only adding to the list of reasons why Jimin could hold his composure so well around the history teacher. This man just never knew how to stop smiling, did he? His blond hair made him resemble the sun itself, which did not help his case. Sometimes when you stare long enough, you can even get a glimpse of red hidden between those beautiful blond locks. He even once denied being close resemblance to the sun. Yet, the students still call him Mr Sunshine in the halls…

…“Jimin. I received some disturbing news this morning and it saddens me to have to be the one to inform you. Your mother has been sick for some time, hasn’t she? Dr Sj Kim called a few minutes ago. He said that when he went to give her a check-up, they could not find a pulse. She never woke up this morning. They tried to get her back, but sadly she was already gone. I am so sorry Jimin” Mr Kim said as he finally looked up from his hands… …“Mr Kim requested for you to go home and rest. He has taken it upon himself to make all the necessary arrangements for your mothers’ burial. She helped this school a lot more than most people know. He also said that he’ll ask his older brother to help sort out any issues that may arise. I have asked Mr Jeon to take you home. Good luck kid and I am sorry for your loss, just know, whatever is going on in that pretty head of yours isn’t true. It’s not your fault. And believe it or not, you aren’t as alone as you think” Mr Min said before leaving Jimin alone…

…On the way home from school, Mr Jeon listened to his rambling and even gave him a tight hug right before he left the teen alone. Mr Jeon was always a good listener, maybe it comes with his job as the school counsellor as well as being the psychology teacher…

…Mr Kim and his brother came by a few times to get all the arrangements in order. According to them they wanted to honour her memory or something…

Tears ran down Jimins cheeks as the memories flew through his very being. He could not believe that these people he had come to trust could have kept this from him. Jimin wasn’t even mad that they never told him that they were there when his mother died. No, Jimin felt betrayed by them. They knew what he could possibly be, yet they chose to remain quiet. Why? He did not know.

“Jimin, I know you think we kept this from you for sinister reasons but trust me that is not why we didn’t say anything until now. He needed you to get use to the idea of deities before we drop a bomb like this one. We knew you would need support if we were to tell you. Someone you could relate to. Would you have believed us if you hadn't seen us in our true forms first?” Seokjin pleaded. They were desperate to let Jimin see their side. Their intentions of not hurting him more than they already have.

Jimin knew he was right. He would never have believed them if they were to tell him that he was an ancient Egyptian god or something. He would have thought they were crazy. Heck he still thinks they are bad shit crazy for living in the fucking desert. He could see why they did things the way they did, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

“I know you don’t trust us any more, but please try to understand. He didn’t mean to keep it from you for any other reason other than making it easier for you to understand” Taehyung said as he leaned forward slightly. The good thing during this whole exchange was that Jimin was still clutching onto Namjoon. He has not made any move to get away, which meant he was hurt, but not to the point of distrust.

“I still trust you” Jimin whispered as he looked up to meet their eyes. They could see the hurt in them, which stung like a bitch.

“We’re so sorry Jimin. We’ll help you regain your lost deity. Even if it's the last thing we do. We are so sorry for all the hurt and pain you have suffered” Yoongi said as he reached out his hand to squeeze Jimin’s knee. Jimin could only nod as he basked in the feeling of being cared for. He never wanted to feel anything other than this ever again. All of the emotions finally caught up to Jimin and before he could even process what was happening, he was full on sobbing. He was crying (again) for everything he had experienced in this life. For every lie he has been told. For everything he could have had if his mother just made the right choice when she could.

“Let us try to help you, please” Namjoon whispered into Jimin's hair as he hugged the sobbing boy. Jimin could only nod as he was held. He was overcome with the feeling of deja vu, but he could care less. Taehyung and Namjoons hugs are more important than reasoning why he kept on crying in serious moments.

“Okay. Jimin we don’t know if this will do anything, but here, take these crystals. Apparently they can take away whatever is keeping your god locked up. I believe his name is Khonsu?” Hoseok said as he reached for the crystals. Jimin had a moment of clarity at that name. He knows that god. This is the same god he kept dreaming about. The one his mother only briefly mentioned.

…Jimin used to dream about Khonsu. Even if his mother never told him what Khonsu looked like, he knew exactly how he would look if Khonsu were to be blessed with Jimin’s looks. If Jimin had to describe his appearance, it would be in the lines of a mighty bull during the new moon. Powerful and fearless. Sometimes he even appeared as a young man with a sidelock, or long braid on the side of his head. Jimin always thought about growing out his hair, but he never actually did it. He would be the embodiment of the crescent moon’s light…

…Khonsu’s name meant ‘decider of lifespan’ linking him to time and sometimes even fertility. A concept Jimin really liked. Imagine being in control of someone’s life span, or even determining if they would have offspring or not. There was one aspect of Khonsu that Jimin kind of related to but hated seeing himself that way, Khonsu was seen as terrifying and violent due to his status of ‘new god’ and his arrogance that came with it. Jimin was arrogant, but he would never admit to it. Jimin often dreamed of Khonsu as a blood-thirsty deity that would help deceased kings find other gods and devour their hearts. He never hesitated to take what he felt he deserved. Much like Jimin himself. Minus all the blood and eating of hearts, Jimin kind of related to Khonsu on a spiritual level. That might explain why he dreamed of the god so often…

“I know this god. Mother used to tell stories about a moon god, but she rarely answered any of my questions. I also used to dream of him. Are you telling me that I have been seeing my deity part without knowing it? Isn’t he like a bloodthirsty god? The one that ate the hearts of deceased kings?” Jimin asked a little hesitant as he reached for the crystals.

“The humans described him like that, yes, but that was only because he was a fairly new god when the invasion happened. I don’t even recall ever meeting your god. That is how briefly he was known before all went to hell” Jungkook said as he watched Jimin take the crystals.

The moment of truth was upon them. Now they would hopefully be able to meet Khonsu. They already knew that they would let Jimin stay with them, regardless if this works or not. He was now theirs. They would teach him everything he needs to know about being a god. They would do what his mother was supposed to do. They would take care of him.

At first nothing happened. They could do nothing else but hold their breaths as they stared at Jimin. Carefully looking for any signs that something was happening. All they could see was a big ball of nothingness. It was kind of disappointing. They really wanted this to work. They all thought that that was it, until Jimin looked up.

Jimin’s eyes were glowing a bright blue. The air around them suddenly felt more charged than before. Jimin didn’t say anything as he kept on staring at seemingly nothing. It was fascinating to see, fascinating yet concerning. Jimin slowly got up and started making his way back to the balcony where he nearly fell to his death. The concern only grew as the rest could only follow. Each one of them were curious to see where this whole ordeal was heading.

Jimin on the other hand, was going into a trance. He felt as if he was locked in a room that played multiple movies at once. Each one was him in a different time and in each one he was dancing under the moonlight. He felt a sense of pride rise up in his chest as he watched in fascination how his previous lives all linked. His mother was also there. All of them had a few things in common. Him dancing and his mother forcing him to forget by taking him to another woman. Moneta.

Jimin could see it all. The deeds his mother did back in ancient egypt when he was an actual little boy. The fall of the entirety of Egyptian gods. The deal she made with Moneta. The lies she told him to keep him docile. The hurt he felt was quickly replaced by anger. How could she do this to him? How could she hurt her son just for her own greed? She deserved to die. Infact her death was a mercy.

  Once everything came to an end, Jimin was face to face with Khonsu. His deity. His own reflection. Khonsu was magnificent up close. Jimin could feel how powerful Khonsu was. He had this air around him. If he were given the proper chance back then, he would have been one strong god.

Khonsu just stared back at Jimin. His eyes are just as blue as Jimin’s own. Without a word he began to move to a silent melody. He was dancing before Jimin. Khonsu, a deity, was dancing for Jimin. Jimin felt compelled to match his movements. They soon moved in tangent with each other. It was almost as if they were one. Every move Khonsu made, Jimin's body automatically followed. Every step Jimin took Khonsu followed.

The rest of the boys could also see their little dance. The only difference was that they could only see Jimin. They saw his movements as he moved across the balcony. They also could see the blue in his eyes shine brighter with every step. It was pretty clear that the dance was a duet, a duet that looked complete even with Jimin dancing alone.

Once the dance came to an end, Jimin and Khonsu's foreheads touched and Jimin’s entire body glowed as they truly became one. Jimin became Khonsu and Khonsu became Jimin. Before anyone else could react Khonsu stood before them. The moonlight danced around him as he slowly opened his eyes to look at the rest of the boys. A sense of excitement mixed with a slight pang of fear spread through each of the boys as they gazed at the deity. He was beautiful.

Khonsu observed them for a while before he bowed his head. His eyes held no hatred or anger as he kept on staring at them even with his head bowed. The rest could do nothing but bow their own heads in return. The moment felt strangely intimate but no one was complaining.

“Thank you” Khonsu said as he looked up again. In a blink of an eye Jimin stood before them. He was still slightly glowing as he gasped. He still looked like the same Jimin they picked up in the desert, yet he was different.

“I saw everything,” Jimin said as he reached out for them. Once again he had tears in his eyes. This time though it was tears of joy. He knew he was going to be okay this time. He finally found himself.

“We got you. Welcome home Jimin”