nomimits7

[nomimits7]

Limerence: The Iron Pact | 5

The inevitable Stalemate

Title: Limerence: The Iron Pact

Pairing: Taehyung x OT6

Warnings: Manipulation. Gaslighting. Violence. There is implied incest, BUT it's not because they lied. Betrayal. and trust issues. themes of deception and a staged assassination attempt. Scenes of violence, injury, and psychological coercion are present. Reader discretion is advised. If I left out any major tags, please let me know. I will add more later.

Summary:

In a kingdom where power is everything, Taehyung is a mercenary with a dark past and a dangerous secret—one he doesn’t even know exists. Six powerful figures, each with their own motives, see him as the key to their ambitions. A reluctant prince, a tormented warlord, a prophetic seer, a cunning vizier, a rival claimant, and a high priest—all are willing to do whatever it takes to win his loyalty.

But Taehyung is no pawn. His bloodline is tied to a lost empire, and the untapped power within him could reshape the future. As the six men vie for his trust, they’ll soon discover that controlling him may be more difficult than they thought... and the price of failure is deadly.

Taehyung had never felt more at ease.

He smiled more easily now, even laughed sometimes — soft, restrained, like he was relearning the shape of joy. His steps were unhurried, his eyes clear. The others noticed it too. They watched him with veiled satisfaction, their plans rippling just beneath the surface.

Gone was the restless fire that had once made him question everything. In its place stood a version of himself he didn’t recognize — quieter, steadier, content in a way that made Seokjin’s voice echo longer in his mind than it should have:

You’re safe with us now. You don’t have to fight anymore.

And so, Taehyung stopped fighting.

He trained with Yoongi in the mornings, their movements fluid and unspoken, Yoongi’s corrections gentler now. There was no challenge between them anymore — no edge. Taehyung’s body obeyed without resistance, and Yoongi smiled like that was enough. But in the silences that stretched between them, Taehyung began to wonder — had Yoongi always been this gentle? Was the training still a battle, or was it simply a dance to keep his body in shape while his mind remained elsewhere?

The calm had seeped into everything, even the hard work. Yoongi, for his part, never pushed him to be faster or stronger. His eyes, sharp but tender, often lingered longer than they should have, as if watching a flower bloom in the quiet of the morning sun.

He studied with Namjoon in the afternoons, poring over ancient texts and half-burned scrolls from forgotten dynasties. The conversations used to spark debate, but now Taehyung only nodded, repeating back the phrases he was meant to learn. The blood of kings never runs dry. The chosen always return to the center.

Namjoon watched him with an expression that bordered on reverence. “You’re finally starting to remember who you are,” he said once.

Taehyung didn’t reply, the words feeling distant now, like something he should have understood but didn’t quite grasp. Was he remembering? Or was he simply letting the fragments of himself slide into place, too tired to fight them anymore?

In the evenings, he sat with Jimin beneath the hanging lanterns in the garden, letting the soft light bleed into his half-lidded gaze. Jimin told him stories now — no longer visions, no longer prophetic dreams — just stories. Fables about lost princes and divine bloodlines, about holy fire that slept inside human skin. Every time Jimin spoke, Taehyung felt something flicker inside him — warm and terrifying.

The warmth was familiar, though not in the way he had expected. It wasn’t the warmth of love, but something more elusive, like the heat of the sun that promises to burn but never quite does. There was something frightening about it, something that made him pull back in moments, but it was always fleeting, vanishing before he could truly understand.

He didn’t ask why he never remembered his childhood clearly. He didn’t ask why the king had once called him cursed.

The change was subtle at first.

Taehyung no longer flinched when Hoseok’s fingers grazed his shoulder to guide him through palace halls. No longer hesitated when Namjoon stood too close in private counsel, voice low with secrets meant for his ears alone. No longer questioned the shadows of his dreams when Jimin filled them with soft images of sanctuary and home.

He had surrendered.

And in surrender, he seemed—strangely—content. He laughed more often, though the laughter never reached his eyes. He trained with Yoongi in practiced silence, their blades dancing in the sun, and when Yoongi disarmed him with a sudden twist, Taehyung simply smiled.

"You’re holding back," Yoongi said one morning, sweat shining on his brow.

"Am I?" Taehyung asked softly. Not a challenge—just a question that drifted, unanswered, into the wind. There was no heat behind it, no desire to prove himself. He was simply… waiting.

He didn’t notice how carefully they surrounded him now. Hoseok saw to it that no one from the outside reached him, their names quietly erased, their loyalties questioned until they simply... disappeared.

Jimin took care of the nights. Dreams no longer troubled Taehyung—they soothed him. Visions of belonging, of firelight and voices whispering You are one of us, you always were, lulled him into peace. And if sometimes he woke with tears on his cheeks, he didn’t remember why.

Namjoon began feeding him stories. Carefully selected histories, rewritten truths. A myth here, a prophecy there—fragments that suggested destiny had always meant for Taehyung to be here, with them. The tales never outright claimed him, but always danced close enough for belief to bloom.

Even Jungkook—quiet, watchful Jungkook—played his part. He shadowed Taehyung without words, offering loyalty in silent presence. One night, when Taehyung lingered by the high terrace, Jungkook simply joined him. They watched the stars in silence until Taehyung murmured, "Do you ever think of leaving?"

Jungkook shook his head. “There’s nowhere else to go.”

Taehyung nodded. “I thought so.”

And in that moment, he believed it.

The calm settled over him like snowfall—beautiful, quiet, and utterly consuming. But beneath it, the web held fast. Each strand anchored by a different hand, all of them tightening in tandem.

But none of them understood what they were truly binding.

Because long before the palace, before this life of manipulation and masquerade, there had been a different boy. A different name.

And a different world.

That night, Jimin gave him another dream.

It began as it always did—familiar, soothing. He was a child running barefoot through golden fields, the wind warm and scented with wildflowers. Somewhere, someone laughed. A woman, maybe. Or a queen. She called his name, not Taehyung, but something older, something he didn’t recognize.

He turned, chasing the sound, and the dream shifted.

The fields burned.

The sky cracked open with thunder not of this world. He saw a palace crumbling in the distance—white stone stained with ash. Statues toppled. A massive tree, charred and weeping sap like blood, split in two. People screamed. Hands reached for him, desperate, pleading.

And then—

A voice, ancient and furious, echoed across the destruction:

“He was ours. You took what was sacred. You will be cursed for your greed.”

He stumbled, heart pounding. Smoke rose around him. A man stood in the wreckage, holding him. He didn’t know the man’s name—but he called him Father.

"Don’t look back," the man said. "Forget."

Taehyung woke with a gasp, cold sweat clinging to his skin. The sheets were tangled around him. His chest heaved.

The dream wasn’t like the others.

It felt... real.

He sat in silence, staring at the trembling line of light beneath his chamber doors. For the first time in weeks, he didn’t feel calm.

Jimin arrived shortly after, eyes soft and voice coaxing. "Bad dream?"

Taehyung didn’t answer right away.

"That place... it was burning," he whispered finally. "It felt like I knew it. Like it knew me."

Jimin's smile faltered just a little.

“Dreams are just fragments of longing,” he said gently. “Sometimes they lie.”

But Taehyung didn’t look convinced. Not entirely.

He turned to the window instead. Somewhere beyond the palace walls, he could still feel the ghost of that voice. The curse. The tree.

Taehyung didn’t return to training that morning.

He stood at the edge of the courtyard, eyes fixed on the horizon, motionless as the breeze toyed with his hair. The others passed him with murmured greetings, which he did not return. He barely heard them. He was somewhere else.

Hoseok watched from the colonnade, arms folded across his chest, unreadable.

“He's slipping,” Yoongi muttered as he joined him. “You see it too?”

Hoseok nodded once, slowly. “Something’s changed. A dream, maybe. Or a memory.”

Yoongi exhaled sharply. “Jimin?”

“He’s trying to correct it,” Hoseok said, voice tight. “But it might be too late. The dream wasn’t his.”

A long silence passed.

“Do we escalate?” Yoongi asked.

But Hoseok shook his head. “Not yet. Let him settle into his cage again. If we push now, he might claw at the bars.”

Below, Taehyung walked toward the training yard—slowly, like someone half-awake.

Hoseok’s gaze darkened. “He doesn’t even realize he’s still trapped.”

In the depths of the royal archive, beneath layers of dust and forgotten bloodlines, Namjoon found it.

A half-burned scroll, crumbling at the edges, sealed with the faded sigil of an ancient priesthood long purged by the current regime.

He hadn’t been searching out of curiosity, but necessity. If Taehyung was the key—and he was—then Namjoon needed to know what kind of lock he was meant to open.

He unrolled the parchment with reverent fingers. The ink had bled in places, but enough remained.

“From the fallen kingdom of Aenon,

where the Tree of Union bled for the last time,

a child was taken—

born of sacrifice, marked by light.

He who bears the voice of balance

shall awaken the sealed path

when desire outweighs law.”

Namjoon stared at the words for a long time.

This wasn’t just prophecy. It was history—buried in myth, obscured in poetry, but real. The Tree. The stolen child. The curse.

And Taehyung—his strange resonance with the sacred, his emotional pull, his uncanny influence on each of them—fit too well.

Namjoon whispered it aloud, voice barely more than breath: “He who bears the voice of balance…”

They all had fragments. Jimin had glimpses in his dreams. Jungkook felt it in the air when they trained. Even Seokjin, in his quiet desperation, had sensed it.

But none of them had the whole.

And Namjoon wasn’t sure they could handle it if they did.

***

He had been five.

Or maybe four. Time in dreams twisted like smoke.

The sky had been pink that day, streaked with soft clouds as fire licked the palace walls. Screams echoed through marble corridors. He remembered the smell of crushed lavender beneath fleeing feet. The warm stickiness of blood on his bare soles.

Someone had lifted him. Arms shaking. Running.

“We have to take him!” a voice had hissed. “Before they bind him to the tree again!”

He had cried, reaching backward toward a figure in white robes—ripped, aflame—who called out to him in a voice that wasn’t a name but a melody.

Then—nothing. Only light. And silence.

When he woke, it was in a stranger’s arms.

From that moment on, he had no past. Only a new name, a new home, and eyes that glowed gold when fear took hold.

***

Taehyung sat with Jungkook in the shadowed temple garden, surrounded by rustling leaves and moonlight thick with stars.

“I remembered something,” he said quietly. “From when I was small. There was fire. A tree. People dying. Someone sang my name—but it wasn’t my name.”

Jungkook said nothing. He waited.

“I think I was taken. And I think the place I came from... doesn't exist anymore.”

Jungkook's expression shifted, just slightly. “Do you think the king had something to do with it?”

Taehyung looked up, and for the first time, there was fear in his eyes. “I don’t know. But... what if he did?”

When Jungkook told the others, they listened in silence.

Namjoon was the first to move, pulling the scroll from his coat.

“It fits,” he said. “All of it. The Tree of Union. The child taken. The kingdom that vanished.”

Yoongi’s jaw clenched. “The king lied to us. Used him. Cursed him.”

Hoseok stepped forward. “Then we end it. No more lies. No more cages.”

Seokjin said nothing, but his hands had curled into fists.

“We’ll find the truth,” Jungkook said. “We’ll burn every archive. Question every priest. Tear open every sealed vault. And if he did this to Taehyung—if he destroyed that kingdom—”

“We destroy him,” Yoongi finished.

Taehyung stood once more on the palace balcony, but this time, the weight on his shoulders was different.

He could feel the shift—not just control, not just need. But something darker. Rage. Protection. A burning, collective need to right what had been wronged.

Seokjin stepped beside him, gaze fixed on the horizon.

“I told you once,” he said softly, “that you could lean on me. I meant it.”

Taehyung looked down at his hands. “I don’t know who I am without you all. I’m afraid… if I try to remember, I’ll lose myself.”

Seokjin took his hand gently. “Then don’t remember alone.”

Behind them, the others waited—Yoongi, Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin, Jungkook.

No longer just manipulators.

Now, something more.

And Taehyung—cracked open, bleeding memory—stepped forward into their arms, not as a prisoner, but as someone who had chosen.

The stalemate was no longer between captor and captive.

It lived within him now.

And still, he chose them.

Not because he believed all of it. Not because he trusted them completely.

But because some part of him—ancient and aching—had always belonged to something lost. And now, standing in their arms, that part pulsed like a phantom limb, reminding him that belonging and surrender were not the same thing.

They said nothing for a long time. Just held him. Six men who had once played gods in his life, now clinging to him as if he were their anchor.

It was Hoseok who broke the silence, his voice low, trembling with a conviction that Taehyung had never heard from him before. “Whatever he did to you… whatever kingdom was stolen… we’ll tear the roots from the earth if we have to. You won’t carry it alone.”

Taehyung didn’t answer. Couldn’t. His throat was tight with grief he couldn’t name.

Jimin came forward last, placing two fingers under his chin, tilting his face upward. There was no silver in his eyes now, no veiled prophecy. Only something heartbreakingly simple.

“Even if we were wrong in the beginning,” Jimin murmured, “we’ll get it right now. We will.”

Taehyung nodded slowly.

And then he wept.

Not loudly. Not like a child. But like someone who had been holding back a storm for too long, and now the seams of his silence had finally split. He cried for the lost kingdom. For the melody that wasn’t a name. For the people who had died trying to keep him safe. For the boys who had bound him to them with chains made of love and obsession and fear.

None of them tried to stop him. Not this time.

Even Yoongi, usually the last to reach out, stepped closer and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

“They took everything from you,” Yoongi said quietly. “But they won’t take us.”

Taehyung closed his eyes.

The ache inside him didn’t fade—but it shifted. Took shape. Became a wound he could live with.

That night, they stayed with him.

Not in the same room, but near. A silent agreement passed between them—not as manipulators guarding their prize, but as men who had committed a terrible kind of love, and now had to reckon with the weight of it.

Seokjin sat by his door, back against the wood, eyes wide open. Watching shadows.

Namjoon returned to the archive, the scroll open in his lap, searching through old margins for something they’d missed.

Jungkook walked the temple grounds, checking every stone path, every broken statue, as if the answers might be hiding in the garden air.

Yoongi stood alone on the palace wall, fingers tapping against the hilt of his blade, gaze fixed on the stars as if daring them to fall.

Hoseok sat in the hall, whispering prayers to gods he didn’t believe in, his hands slick with guilt.

And Jimin?

Jimin lay curled on the floor beside Taehyung’s bed, one hand beneath the mattress where Taehyung’s fingers had reached down in the dark—wordless, uncertain—and clutched his.

Taehyung didn’t sleep.

He watched the ceiling as memories began to stitch themselves together.

Not whole. Not yet. But bleeding through.

A voice that wasn’t a voice.

A name that had never belonged to this world.

A tree, burning at its roots.

A promise—someone had made him a promise, long ago, in a tongue no longer spoken.

You will return. When the world forgets and remembers again, you will return.

And now, that return had begun.

Morning came quietly.

No fanfare. No horn from the citadel tower. Just a dim, golden hush pouring through the high windows, gilding the stone floors like spilled sunlight.

Taehyung sat alone at the edge of his bed, dressed but unmoving. His tunic clung to his back where sweat had dried in the night. A dream clung to him too—something vast and root-deep, slipping away with each breath. Only fragments remained.

Smoke over water.

A woman’s hands, scarred and glowing, pressing against his chest.

The words: He is your ruin and your rebirth. Take him with you, or not at all.

He didn’t know who she meant. Maybe all of them. Maybe none.

A soft knock came.

He didn’t need to ask who it was.

“Come in, Seokjin.”

The door creaked open. The older man stepped inside slowly, as if uncertain which version of Taehyung he would find.

He didn’t speak at first. Just crossed the room, sat beside him.

Then, quietly, “The others are waiting. We’ve called a council.”

Taehyung turned to him. “To decide what to do with the king?”

Seokjin nodded once. “And with the truth.”

Taehyung stared at his hands. “You knew before the scroll. You felt it, didn’t you? That I wasn’t meant to be here.”

“I knew,” Seokjin admitted. “But I didn’t want to lose you to something bigger than us.”

Taehyung’s voice was barely a breath. “You already had.”

They gathered in the old strategy room, where dust coated the war maps and spiderwebs hung between candle sconces.

But the air was sharp with purpose now.

Jimin stood with his arms folded, uncharacteristically silent. Yoongi sharpened a blade—not for war, but ritual. Namjoon paced near the hearth, muttering the prophecy under his breath. Hoseok poured water into seven cups and placed them in a circle. Jungkook lingered near Taehyung’s shoulder, silent and steady.

Taehyung took the empty seat in the center.

Namjoon spoke first. “The king knows. Or he will soon. If the scroll was hidden, he feared this truth. If Taehyung was taken, he meant to erase it.”

Jimin finally spoke, voice low. “So we erase him first.”

Yoongi didn’t flinch. “He’s had his reign. His lies. His cages. It ends.”

“No.” Taehyung’s voice was clear, cutting through the fog. “We don’t destroy him for revenge.”

Six eyes turned to him.

“If we kill him,” Taehyung continued, “we only become the next tyrants. I don’t want that. Not for me. Not for any of you.”

Hoseok frowned. “Then what do you want?”

Taehyung stood slowly. The early light poured around him, catching in the faint glow behind his eyes.

“I want the truth. Spoken aloud. I want the priests called. I want the council assembled. I want the people to hear what he did—how he cursed a kingdom to steal a child. How he made you pawns in a game that should never have existed.”

He met each of their gazes in turn.

“I want him to fall. But not by shadow. Not by blade. By light.”

There was silence.

Then Seokjin exhaled. “You sound like a king.”

Taehyung shook his head. “No. I sound like someone who remembers.”

Preparations began.

Letters sent in secret. Old allies summoned from the outskirts. Hidden scrolls gathered, relics polished. They moved like ghosts through the palace, invisible and inevitable. The brothers worked as one—each using their strengths not to bind Taehyung, but to raise him.

Jimin planted dreams in the priests who had once served Aenon. Yoongi scouted hidden passageways into the sanctum. Hoseok spread whispers, soft and surgical, cracking loyalties in the inner court. Jungkook moved in the shadows, warding off suspicion. Namjoon built the narrative like a fortress. And Seokjin—Seokjin never left Taehyung’s side.

They didn’t say it aloud, but they knew: this was the end of something.

The end of the king’s story.

And the beginning of Taehyung’s.

The throne room was nearly empty.

No courtiers. No guards. Just stone columns bathed in a bleak gray light and the distant sound of doves crying beyond the high windows.

Taehyung stepped forward slowly, every footfall echoing like a drumbeat in his chest.

At the far end of the hall, the king waited.

He did not rise from the throne. He looked smaller than Taehyung remembered—shoulders heavy, crown dull with age, eyes hollowed out by years of unspoken truth.

“So,” the king said, voice dry. “You remember.”

Taehyung didn’t answer right away. He let the silence settle, thick and cold.

“You stole me,” he said at last. “You burned what you could not control. And now you sit on a throne built over ashes.”

The king gave a bitter smile. “I saved you. You would have died with the rest of them. Do you not understand that?”

“I was meant to die with them,” Taehyung said. “Not because of you.”

The king rose slowly, each movement strained. “I made a choice. One child for a kingdom. You were always more than they understood. I saw it. I claimed it.”

“You cursed them,” Taehyung said. “And you cursed me.”

The king approached, each step a deliberate act of defiance. “And still, you lived. You thrived. You became mine.”

“No,” Taehyung whispered. “I became theirs.”

Something shifted in the king’s eyes then—rage, yes, but underneath it, a flicker of something sadder.

Regret.

“I gave you power. I made you feared, loved, envied—”

“You made me alone.”

The king flinched. Just a breath. Just enough.

Behind Taehyung, the great doors remained open. The brothers were out of sight, waiting just beyond the archway.

He turned from the throne. He didn’t need to look back.

“Your reign ends today,” he said. “Not with blood. With truth.”

The king's voice cracked. “Where will you go?”

Taehyung paused at the threshold.

“I don’t know.”

He stepped through the doors, the light from the corridor swallowing his silhouette.

Outside, the corridors were still.

Seokjin waited beside a column, hands clasped tightly, but said nothing. Hoseok stood in the shadows near the stairs, watching the hall. Jimin sat on the edge of a fountain, eyes distant. Yoongi leaned against the wall, arms crossed but tense. Jungkook met Taehyung’s gaze and looked away too quickly. And Namjoon… Namjoon was already gone, setting the next stage into motion.

Taehyung didn’t stop for any of them.

He walked through the palace like a stranger. Past the gardens, past the temple ruins, past the courtyard where they’d once cornered him with carefully chosen words and soft hands.

He didn’t look back.

Somewhere, the Tree of Union still bloomed in memory—scarred, but alive.

And Taehyung, the stolen prince of a vanished world, disappeared into the light of morning.

Three weeks later.

The capital whispered of his disappearance.

Some said he’d gone east, to the ruins of Aenon. Others claimed he’d slipped over the mountains in the night, vanished into myth like the bloodline he carried. A few swore they saw a golden-eyed figure crossing the desert, barefoot and glowing with a light not meant for this world.

The truth lived somewhere in between.

Because Taehyung never really left.

Not entirely.

He'd gone to the edge—stood at the border where empire met wilderness, where silence hummed louder than prophecy. He had slept alone beneath a sky too wide for crowns and contracts, listening to the wind thread itself through the long grass.

But he came back.

Not with fanfare. Not with fire.

Just quietly.

A soft step back through a garden gate. A familiar knock on a quiet door.

And the six, who had thought they’d lost him, didn’t ask for explanations.

Seokjin found him first, sitting in the sunroom with dust on his boots and starlight in his eyes. He didn’t speak. Just crossed the room and wrapped his arms around him as if he could anchor him back to the present.

Yoongi joined them later, dropping a cup of warm tea on the table with a grunt, then sitting silently beside him, shoulder to shoulder.

Jimin touched his forehead with a reverent kind of awe. “You chose this?” he whispered.

Taehyung met his eyes. “I chose you.”

Hoseok didn’t cry, but his smile cracked, and he reached out like he was afraid to touch him. “We weren’t sure you’d come back.”

“I wasn’t either,” Taehyung admitted.

Namjoon came last—dust-covered and breathless, as if he’d been searching, always searching. He didn’t say a word. Just sat across from him, laid the half-burned scroll on the table, and gave a single nod.

And Jungkook, who had waited with quiet hope and fierce devotion, dropped to his knees and pressed his forehead to Taehyung’s hand.

“You’re real,” he murmured. “You’re still ours.”

Taehyung didn’t correct him.

The palace changed after that. Not visibly, not at first.

But something in the air softened. The halls grew quieter. The guards less tense.

No one knew who truly ruled now. The king hadn’t been seen since the morning Taehyung last stepped into the throne room.

But the brothers—Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin, Jungkook—they moved differently. Not like puppetmasters pulling strings, but like sentinels guarding something sacred.

Or someone.

And Taehyung?

He walked the palace grounds like a ghost made whole.

He never asked for power, but power came to him anyway—through loyalty, through memory, through the choice to stay when he could have burned it all down.

Not because he was bound.

Because he was loved.

Because he had chosen.

And sometimes, late at night, when the wind stirred the curtains and the dreams pressed close, the Tree of Union bloomed again—within him, around him—its roots deep in the hearts of six men who once tried to control him.

And failed.

Because Taehyung was never theirs to possess.

He was theirs to follow.

Taehyung stood alone in the quiet of the courtyard, morning light filtering through the petals of a tree he did not plant but somehow remembered. He closed his eyes, breathed in the scent of soil and memory, and thought,

“They never had to cage me to keep me. All they ever had to do was ask me to stay.”

The End~

[nomimits7]

I felt this

I often wonder what happened to authors of unfinished fanfictions.

[nomimits7]

Limerence: The Iron Pact | 4

The Game Of Control

Title: Limerence: The Iron Pact

Pairing: Taehyung x OT6

Warnings: Manipulation. Gaslighting. Violence. There is implied incest, BUT it's not because they lied. Betrayal. and trust issues. themes of deception and a staged assassination attempt. Scenes of violence, injury, and psychological coercion are present. Reader discretion is advised. If I left out any major tags, please let me know. I will add more later.

Summary:

In a kingdom where power is everything, Taehyung is a mercenary with a dark past and a dangerous secret—one he doesn’t even know exists. Six powerful figures, each with their own motives, see him as the key to their ambitions. A reluctant prince, a tormented warlord, a prophetic seer, a cunning vizier, a rival claimant, and a high priest—all are willing to do whatever it takes to win his loyalty.

But Taehyung is no pawn. His bloodline is tied to a lost empire, and the untapped power within him could reshape the future. As the six men vie for his trust, they’ll soon discover that controlling him may be more difficult than they thought... and the price of failure is deadly.

Waking up with the thoughts swirling around Seokjin’s words was not in Taehyung’s daily plan. To be fair, his plan only consisted of waking up, stretching, maybe using the bathroom to freshen up, sneaking past the guards at the door (because apparently, they took his safety very seriously), going for a walk, and sneaking poached fruit into his room before any of them could figure out he was gone.

But like most things lately, that did not happen.

Perhaps it was because of what Seokjin had said to him. Those words of comfort, the offer of companionship. The possibility of having someone to trust, to lean on. Someone who could be his friend, his protector. It was tempting. Far too tempting.

Yet the whispers of doubt would not silence themselves. They grew louder, gnawing at him with merciless persistence.

Hadn’t it all been too convenient? Jimin appearing just when his dreams had been restless. Seokjin with his gentle eyes and soothing words when he felt most alone. Yoongi with his training sessions that felt more like traps than guidance. Hoseok’s easy smile, masking something far more calculating. The High Priest’s assurances of safety. They all offered him something, but at what cost?

But Seokjin... Seokjin had seemed sincere. His words carried warmth that Taehyung craved like air. And that was the problem.

What if it was all part of their game? What if Seokjin’s kindness was only a tool to draw him in, to make him believe in them until he was nothing but a puppet dancing to their tune?

He didn’t want to believe that. Because if Seokjin’s concern was genuine, then... perhaps he wasn’t alone. Perhaps he had something real.

But how could he know for sure?

Taehyung’s hands clenched around the fabric of his sheets. The confusion tangled his thoughts, leaving him at war with himself. His trust was a fragile thing, battered and torn by too many betrayals. But this... this was different. Or so he wanted to believe.

He wanted to believe Seokjin meant it. That there was more behind those tender looks and quiet words than strategy.

But he couldn’t forget the way the others moved around him, like circling wolves cloaked in velvet.

His head dropped forward. Maybe this was all a mistake. Maybe he was just projecting hope onto a situation that had none.

Still...

He couldn’t shake the feeling of Seokjin’s hand resting near his, the brush of his lips a memory that lingered far too long.

He hated how much he wanted that to be real.

“Are you alright?”

The voice made him flinch, his gaze snapping toward the door where Seokjin stood, eyes filled with concern.

“I thought I’d check on you,” Seokjin continued, his tone careful, gentle. “You looked troubled when I saw you sleeping.”

“How long have you been here?” Taehyung asked, his voice rough from disuse.

“Not long,” Seokjin assured him with a small smile. “I wanted to make sure you were alright. But I can leave if you want.”

The offer to leave was almost too perfect. Like Seokjin was giving him a choice. But Taehyung couldn’t find the words to send him away. Instead, he found himself speaking without thinking.

“I just... It’s hard to know who to trust.”

Seokjin’s expression softened, and he stepped further into the room, as if approaching a wounded animal. “I understand. With everything you’ve been through, it’s only natural. But I meant what I said before. I’m here for you. No strings attached.”

Taehyung’s laugh was brittle, forced. “No strings? Isn’t that what all of you say? That you’re here to help me, to protect me? But how do I know it’s true?”

Seokjin’s shoulders slumped, and for a moment, something like genuine pain flickered in his eyes. “Because it’s not about kingdoms or power or duty. It’s about you. I care about you, Taehyung. Maybe... Maybe more than I should.”

The admission left Taehyung stunned, words caught in his throat. His suspicion wavered, unsteady and crumbling under the weight of Seokjin’s earnestness.

“What if I choose not to believe you?” Taehyung asked, voice trembling.

“Then that’s your choice,” Seokjin replied, his voice thick with something desperate, something real. “But I hope you’ll give me the chance to prove myself. That’s all I ask.”

The sincerity was maddening. It chipped away at Taehyung’s doubts, leaving him torn between suspicion and longing. But what scared him most was how much he wanted to believe.

Seokjin’s gaze remained on him, unwavering. “I know you’re afraid. And I know you feel lost. But you don’t have to be alone. Not if you don’t want to be.”

Taehyung’s throat tightened, and he lowered his gaze to his hands. “I... I don’t want to be alone.”

“Then let me stay,” Seokjin whispered. “Just for a while. Just until you find your way.” Seokjin said as he leaned closer until their lips were a mere breath apart.

And for once, Taehyung didn’t push him away.

***

The next morning, Taehyung returned to training. But his movements were tense, hesitant, as if he was bracing himself for the sting of betrayal. Every word of encouragement, every touch of reassurance felt heavy, like honey laced with poison. And yet, he couldn’t stop himself from seeking it.

Yoongi refused to spar with him that day, his eyes avoiding Taehyung’s with an unease that spoke of something deeper. Even Jungkook’s attempts at friendliness were met with Taehyung’s careful distance, his gaze flickering between acceptance and distrust.

Seokjin was there, watching him carefully from the sidelines. His eyes never left Taehyung, tracking every movement, every falter.

And then the King entered the courtyard.

It was only for a moment, a passing presence flanked by guards. But it was enough. The sight of him struck fear into Taehyung’s chest like an icy blade. He froze.

Then, as if trying to shake off the paralysis, he turned and called out to one of the sparring soldiers. “Again,” he demanded. “Harder.”

The soldier hesitated, then nodded.

They clashed again. Taehyung pushed harder, driven by something deeper than pride—by fear, by confusion, by the overwhelming need to prove something.

A single misstep.

Taehyung lost his balance, the world spinning sideways. He hit the ground hard, breath knocked from his lungs.

Seokjin and Yoongi were on him in an instant. Voices of concern echoed around him.

“Taehyung!” Seokjin’s arms cradled him before he could push himself up. “Don’t move—are you hurt?”

“I’m fine,” Taehyung rasped, wincing.

Yoongi’s face was grim. “Call Jungkook.”

The High Priest arrived swiftly, kneeling beside them with practiced calm. His hands hovered over Taehyung, assessing him.

“He’s alright,” Jungkook said, but his tone was laced with worry. “Just rattled. He needs rest.”

Seokjin didn’t let go. He helped Taehyung to his feet, an arm tight around his waist. “Come. I’ll take you back.”

Later, after Jungkook confirmed he would recover with rest, the six gathered behind closed doors.

“He’s cracking,” Namjoon said quietly. “You saw it. The kiss with Seokjin... the fall. He’s more fragile than he lets on.”

Yoongi crossed his arms. “We need to be careful. If we push too hard—”

“Then we lose him,” Jimin finished, frowning. “But if we don’t act now, he might slip away. He’s still questioning everything.”

“We need to show him our cards,” Hoseok said. “Or at least let him think we are. If he believes we’ve come clean, that we trust him enough to be honest, he’ll follow.”

“He already trusts Seokjin,” Jungkook added. “We use that.”

“But that’s not enough,” Jimin said, brow furrowed. “He still doubts. Still pulls away. He is like a lost child who has never experienced care. Dare I even say love? His parent kicked him out at the ripe age of ten. He doesn't know what trust is. Even his deepest, darkest dreams are filled with betrayal, hurt,t and abandonment." 

 “He’s scared. We need to appear open. Let him feel like he has power. Like we trust him.” Seokjin murmured.

“I agree with Hoseok. We need a gesture of transparency,” Namjoon agreed. “Let him believe he’s seeing the truth. Give him just enough.”

“If we don’t,” Jungkook added, “he’ll retreat again. And the damage could undo everything.”

Seokjin’s jaw tightened. “He needs one last push. He needs to believe this is his choice.”

“And he has to seal it himself,” Hoseok said. “The final knot. He must tie it.”

A beat of silence passed as the six considered their next move.

“Then we show him what he wants to see,” Seokjin said. “And we let him think it was always his to choose.”

They nodded in agreement. One last push. One final tilt of the scales.

***

That night, Seokjin returned to Taehyung’s room, quiet and hesitant.

“You scared me,” he said quietly, settling beside him.

“I didn’t mean to,” Taehyung replied, his voice softer than usual.

“I know. It’s just...” Seokjin hesitated. “Watching you fall like that, it reminded me of my brother. He—he used to throw himself into things when he was scared, too. Always trying to be stronger than he felt.”

Taehyung blinked. “Namjoon? You never talk about your family.”

“There’s not much to say,” Seokjin murmured, gaze distant. “Most of them are gone now. Politics and power—they take everything eventually. That’s why I stopped trying to chase after titles or favor. That’s why... I started caring about you instead.”

Taehyung’s breath caught, heart twisting with something too soft to name. “Why me?”

“Because you remind me of what I lost,” Seokjin said with a weak smile. “And because you still have a chance to choose who you want to be.”

A knock interrupted them. Hoseok’s voice floated through the door. “May I come in?”

Seokjin stood, smoothing his expression. “Of course.”

Hoseok entered with a light smile, his usual charm tempered by something more grounded. “Walk with us?” he asked Taehyung. “There’s something we’d like to share with you.”

Taehyung hesitated, then nodded.

They walked in the gardens, evening light casting long shadows. Flowers rustled in the breeze. It should have been peaceful.

“You’re still unsure of us,” Hoseok said gently. “I understand. But there’s only so long you can stand in the middle of a path before you’re forced to choose a direction.”

Taehyung glanced at him warily. “And if I choose wrong?”

“Then we’ll catch you,” Hoseok said, his voice steady. “We always will. We don’t want your allegiance, Taehyung. We want you safe. Protected. And for that, you need to trust someone.”

Taehyung swallowed. “You make it sound so simple.”

“It’s not,” Hoseok admitted. “But we’ve shown you our hands. Our flaws. Our fears. We’re not perfect—but we are here.”

Taehyung looked away, uncertain. The cool air stirred his hair, brushing it against his cheek like a whisper. Hoseok waited a moment, then leaned closer, his voice quiet and coaxing.

“You asked me once if I ever lied to you,” he said. “And I told you no. But that wasn’t quite true.”

Taehyung turned to him, startled.

“I’ve never lied to you directly,” Hoseok continued, “but I’ve guided you away from truths that would only hurt you. I’ve silenced those who tried to manipulate you for their own ends. I’ve protected you in ways you may never know. And I would do it all again.”

“Protected me?” Taehyung echoed, brow furrowing. “From what?”

Hoseok smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “From everyone who sees you as a pawn. And yes, even from some of us—when they forgot you were more than a symbol. I’ve done terrible things for your sake. And if that makes me a monster in your eyes, I’ll accept it. As long as it keeps you breathing.”

His words sank deep, curling around the thorns of Taehyung’s doubt. It was a confession and a warning both.

Taehyung opened his mouth to respond, but footsteps interrupted them. The others emerged—Jimin, Namjoon, Yoongi, Jungkook—waiting by the path, open and unguarded.

“We want to tell you the truth,” Namjoon said. “Or at least, as much of it as we can.”

They spoke then, of pasts twisted by war and secrets, of ambitions bent toward a single cause: him. They painted themselves not as masterminds, but as people who had chosen to follow him because they believed in him.

And Taehyung listened—quietly, uncertainly—but with his heart tilted toward them, pulled by the possibility that maybe, just maybe, they meant it. That he wasn’t being used, but chosen.

When the conversation ended, he didn’t walk away.

He stayed.

***

Later that night, long after the others had gone, Taehyung sat alone in his chamber, the candlelight flickering against the walls like restless thoughts. He’d left the windows open despite the chill—he needed air. But it did little to ease the tightness coiling inside his chest.

The truth. That was what they had offered him.

But what was truth? Their stories had blended so seamlessly with his own confusion that he could no longer tell where one ended and the other began. Had he ever truly had clarity? Or had he simply clung to the illusion of it?

A soft knock at the door broke through the silence.

“Come in,” he said hoarsely.

Seokjin stepped inside, his expression unreadable. He closed the door behind him but didn’t approach. He waited—an offer, not an imposition.

Taehyung didn’t speak right away. He didn’t even look up. He sat at the edge of the window bench, fingers curled loosely in his lap, knuckles pale from how long he’d been gripping the fabric of his robes.

“I don’t know what’s real anymore,” he whispered.

Seokjin didn’t move.

“I thought I could see through people. I thought if I watched long enough, listened carefully enough, I’d be able to tell who was lying.” Taehyung’s voice broke on the last word. “But I can’t. I can’t tell with any of you.”

There was a long pause. Then the soft shuffle of Seokjin’s steps.

“You’re not supposed to,” Seokjin said gently. “Not when you’ve been torn in so many directions that the ground itself doesn’t feel solid anymore.”

Taehyung finally looked up.

“I hate that I’m scared all the time,” he said. “That I don’t know who I am unless someone tells me.”

Seokjin’s gaze flickered with something dark—pity, perhaps, or guilt. Maybe neither.

Or maybe both.

He sat beside Taehyung without asking, their shoulders brushing.

“I could lie to you,” Seokjin said softly. “I could tell you that everything we’ve done was perfect. That none of us made mistakes. That you were never meant to be caught in the middle of it.”

Taehyung swallowed.

“But I won’t,” Seokjin continued. “Because I think... I think you deserve more than pretty words. You deserve someone who will stay, even if you scream. Even if you hate us.”

The silence that followed was fragile, almost sacred.

Taehyung’s breath shook as he turned toward him. “Why me? Why not just let me go?”

“Because you are the one thing we all agree on,” Seokjin said, voice low. “The one thing none of us could walk away from.”

That felt too big. Too heavy. Taehyung looked away, but Seokjin leaned in closer.

“You don’t have to believe everything we say,” Seokjin murmured, “but I need you to believe this: I would burn this entire kingdom to the ground before I let it swallow you.”

Taehyung’s heart lurched painfully at that. He felt the weight of those words settle deep inside, like a stone cast into water.

It was too much.

And yet not enough.

“I don’t want to be alone tonight,” Taehyung said, so quietly he could barely hear himself.

Seokjin didn’t answer with words. He simply shifted closer, drawing Taehyung into his arms with a gentleness that felt both protective and possessive. A prison made of silk and warmth.

Taehyung didn’t resist.

He let himself lean into it.

Because even if it was all a lie—

—it was the only lie that ever held him like this.

Hoseok stood in the corridor, half-shrouded in shadow.

He had not intended to linger. He rarely did. His presence was best felt, not seen—like breath on the back of a neck, like a voice in one’s mind they were certain was their own. But tonight, something had pulled him here. Call it curiosity. Call it caution.

He had seen Seokjin slip inside Taehyung’s chambers. Had felt, even from a distance, the tension thrum through the walls like a heartbeat.

He hadn’t planned to listen. And yet—

The door wasn’t quite shut. Not tightly enough.

He didn’t catch everything, but he heard enough. The tremor in Taehyung’s voice. The silence that followed. The soft, muffled words that could only be meant for someone who had finally broken.

“I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

Hoseok closed his eyes.

Something shifted in him. Not anger. Not quite.

He had expected Seokjin to win this particular battle. Seokjin always did, in the end—he had a talent for devastation wrapped in silk. But Hoseok hadn’t expected... this.

Not the vulnerability. Not the surrender.

Not the fact that it wasn’t manufactured.

He pushed off the wall, footsteps quiet as breath as he disappeared down the corridor, the hem of his robe whispering against the stone.

The others would want to know. Not the words—he wouldn’t repeat those. But the tone. The shift. The way Taehyung was beginning to tip, not from pressure, but from a need he could no longer ignore.

It was working. All of it.

And that should have pleased him.

But instead, Hoseok felt the stirrings of something cold. Something unpredictable.

Because for the first time since they had begun weaving this web, Taehyung wasn’t just accepting their control.

He was craving it.

And if he began to seek them out—not out of obligation, but out of longing—then Hoseok wondered, not for the first time, if they were still the ones pulling the strings.

Or if, perhaps, they had created something they could no longer contain.

***

They gathered in the room lit only by a single brazier. Shadows clung to the corners. The atmosphere was subdued, tense—not with conflict, but with anticipation.

Yoongi leaned against the wall, arms folded, gaze sharp. Jimin sat cross-legged, fingertips pressed together, unreadable as always. Namjoon stood near the fire, the light flickering across his thoughtful face. Jungkook lingered in the doorway, unusually quiet.

Then Hoseok entered.

He didn’t speak right away, just let his eyes settle on Seokjin as he too entered the room.

“You should be the one to say it,” Hoseok said quietly, a flick of his chin. “He didn’t fall for the rest of us. He fell for you.”

Seokjin exhaled slowly, then stepped forward, expression carefully composed. But the satisfaction couldn’t quite be hidden in his eyes. Nor could the shadow of something heavier.

“He let me stay,” he began. “He asked me to. Not out of duty. Not out of fear.”

He paused, gaze sweeping over the others. “He was unraveling. Doubt had rotted through everything he believed in, and still—he reached for me.”

Yoongi’s jaw tightened.

Jimin tilted his head, saying nothing.

Namjoon’s eyes narrowed, calculating.

Seokjin continued. “He said he doesn’t know what’s real anymore. That every time he tries to pull away, it feels like the ground vanishes beneath him. He’s lost, and instead of running, he looked to us for shelter.”

He swallowed. “He looked to me.”

The silence was thick with meaning. They had been working toward this—every gesture, every whisper, every dream and touch carefully placed.

“He said,” Seokjin added, voice lower now, “‘I can’t do this without you. I’m afraid… I’ll lose myself if I try.’”

A breath passed between them all.

And that was it.

The turning point.

Not a scream. Not a breakdown. But a soft, desperate surrender.

“He believes we’re the only ones who can keep him whole,” Seokjin finished. “That without us, he’ll fall apart.”

Hoseok looked away.

Yoongi said nothing.

Jimin closed his eyes.

And Namjoon nodded once, the barest movement. “Then the game is no longer about keeping him. It’s about making sure he never wants to leave.”

Chapter 5

[nomimits7]

Limerence: The Iron Pact | 3

The Breaking Point

Title: Limerence: The Iron Pact

Pairing: Taehyung x OT6

Warnings: Manipulation. Gaslighting. Violence. There is implied incest, BUT it's not because they lied. Betrayal. and trust issues. themes of deception and a staged assassination attempt. Scenes of violence, injury, and psychological coercion are present. Reader discretion is advised. If I left out any major tags, please let me know. I will add more later.

Summary:

In a kingdom where power is everything, Taehyung is a mercenary with a dark past and a dangerous secret—one he doesn’t even know exists. Six powerful figures, each with their own motives, see him as the key to their ambitions. A reluctant prince, a tormented warlord, a prophetic seer, a cunning vizier, a rival claimant, and a high priest—all are willing to do whatever it takes to win his loyalty.

But Taehyung is no pawn. His bloodline is tied to a lost empire, and the untapped power within him could reshape the future. As the six men vie for his trust, they’ll soon discover that controlling him may be more difficult than they thought... and the price of failure is deadly.

The air in the war chamber was thick with the bitter scent of incense and tension. King Hyun sat rigidly on his throne, fingers tapping impatiently against the armrest as his gaze bore into the six men before him. His sons and his most trusted advisor. Each was trying their best not to look the King in the eye. They knew this meeting was not good. Not with the way the king was holding back his anger.

“You allowed… an attack on our guest?” The king’s voice was low, each word sharp as iron. Yet, frightfully calm. “Do you understand the insult this is to my rule? To our power?”

Seokjin stepped forward first, ever the picture of humility and elegance. His tone was smooth, placating. “We failed to anticipate the boldness of our enemies, Father. But we intervened before the damage could be done. Our guards arrived swiftly and repelled the attackers. Taehyung is resting safely under our care.”

The King scoffed. “See, that is where your first mistake was. You underestimated the enemy. Have you at least caught one of the fools and inquired as to why they attacked or even how?”

“No, there were only but a few of them. To save Taehyung, we had to take action and kill most of them. The others drank poison before we could stop them. But we did find the enemy's marks on them, confirming that they were indeed from outside and not within. We will search the bodies thoroughly once this meeting is done, and I will report back to you first,” Seokjin said, his tone polished and unyielding.

Namjoon followed seamlessly, his eyes steady and voice full of conviction. “The audacity of the attempt proves the enemy is growing desperate. And who better to lure them out of hiding than Taehyung? If we take too harsh an approach, they will only scatter and grow bolder in their shadows. We should use their foolishness against them. If they want Taehyung, why don’t we dangle him just out of reach? Allow us to handle this matter. We will draw out the conspirators and eliminate them properly.”

King Hyun’s eyes narrowed, suspicion simmering beneath his expression. But the logic was sound. Namjoon’s tone carried the weight of strategy, Seokjin’s the illusion of humility. Together, they made it seem as if they were devoted to keeping their guest safe, not hiding him from the king’s view. Unlike what some of his advisors tried to do. The king’s paranoia simmered beneath his gaze, his suspicion of betrayal never truly at rest.

“And the boy?” The king pressed. “He will not run?”

“He’s injured, shaken,” Seokjin replied smoothly. “He will need guidance. Someone to help him recover. Someone to ensure his trust is preserved. He might be a fearsome fighter, but he is still young, and I believe this attack was the closest he has been to death.”

“Leave him to us, Father,” Namjoon added. “We will ensure his loyalty. And if he truly is the key to our future, we cannot risk alienating him now. But I believe it is wise to limit his contact with some of the staff around here. We have reason to believe someone might be a mole.”

The other advisors swiftly turned to Namjoon and Seokjin. Suggesting a mole was as good as treason. Especially if you were grasping at straws. Their eyes were wide, not in fear of being named the mole, but in fear of how bold the two brothers had become. Especially considering their father has no issue getting rid of his own kin to please his own agenda.

The king’s gaze lingered over the group, his suspicion only partially soothed. “Very well. I will allow you to handle it. But if I find you’ve failed me again, even your combined influence will not save you.”

“Understood, Your Majesty,” the brothers replied in unison, their heads bowed in perfect synchronization. The sweetness of their compliance did nothing to mask the cunning gleam in their eyes.

The king’s eyes turned to the rest of the men. Most of them were old and frail, their loyalty as brittle as their bones. They had been by the king's side for over a decade, yet the king could not stop his suspicion from growing. Could they have finally turned on him? How would he replace them if they could not even stay loyal after following his rule for so long? Perhaps if his sons are right, they could help him clean the house. Seokjin and Namjoon have proven their loyalty to the crown far too many times, and not once did they ask for anything. Not even the crown itself. Unlike the rest of his useless flock.

The king swiftly left the chamber, his robes trailing like the shadow of his own paranoia. The other advisors followed suit soon after, their backs slightly more hunched as if weighed down by some unspoken guilt. Most of them looked years older than they first did when they arrived for this meeting. Almost as if they truly had something to hide from the king.

The Brothers waited until the king and the other advisors departed before Hoseok slipped into the room, his presence as quiet as a shadow. His lips curved in a half-smile as he folded his arms over his chest.

“Your whispers reach further than ever,” Namjoon noted, his eyes flickering over Hoseok’s casual posture. “I didn’t realize you’d been listening.”

“You needed me to. Besides, listening is what I do best,” Hoseok replied, shrugging. “Your father has grown suspicious of nearly everyone. His advisors scurry like rats, and his trust is as fickle as flame. It’s almost too easy to nudge his thoughts in our favor.”

Seokjin’s gaze met Hoseok’s, a glimmer of approval passing between them. “Good. We need a target for him to fixate on, something to satisfy his paranoia while we tighten our hold on Taehyung.”

Hoseok’s smile widened. “Consider it done. The palace staff will sing of treachery where we desire. And as for Taehyung...Jimin’s work is already showing results. His dreams will guide him exactly where we need him to be.”

“Excellent. The more isolated he feels, the easier he is to control.” Namjoon’s voice was laced with satisfaction. “And if we play this right, he’ll never be able to live without us.”

***

Taehyung woke to the muted glow of candlelight. His head throbbed, and his neck ached where the blade had grazed him. He was in a room he didn’t recognize—sheets too soft, the air too still. The silence pressed in on him, far too gentle, almost as if it were designed to lull him into a false sense of security.

“I was wondering when you’d wake up.”

The voice was gentle and soothing. Taehyung’s gaze slid over to the boy sitting beside his bed. Somehow, he looked familiar. Like Taehyung had seen him before in some of his recent dreams, hazy glimpses of a gentle presence guiding him through darkness. His features were delicate, eyes half-lidded like he had just woken up himself. His gaze gave the illusion that he was looking through Taehyung rather than at him.

“Who…?” Taehyung started only to immediately regret speaking. His voice was scratchy, and his throat throbbed.

“Jimin. The royal Seer.” The smile on the man’s lips was serene, eyes glinting with something unreadable. As he passed a glass of water to Taehyung, his fingers lightly brushed against Taehyung’s hand, cool and comforting. “They sent me to watch over you. To guide you in your recovery. The attack left you weak and… understandably confused. It’s just a precaution. We are uncertain if the blade that touched you was fitted with some potion or spell to disorient you.”

Confused. Yes, that was the word. His mind felt hazy, thoughts scattered like broken glass. Bits of memory danced just out of reach. The King. The attack. The betrayal. His fists clenched weakly.

“I heard them. They said… the king… he wants me dead.”

Jimin’s expression shifted, eyes brimming with sympathy. “You’re not wrong. The whispers speak of betrayal, of how the king is losing his mind and making irrational decisions. But you survived, Taehyung. Because you were meant to. You have a greater purpose than serving a mad king.”

The words slipped into his mind like silk, threading themselves through his thoughts, twisting his fear into something new. Purpose. Fate. Meant to survive. To be here. To serve something greater than the whims of a paranoid king.

The attack, the warnings, the priest’s cryptic words—it all felt like fate pulling him toward some unknown purpose, like Jimin said. But what other role could a cast aside like Taehyung play in a kingdom he isn’t part of?

“I’ve seen glimpses of your path,” Jimin continued, his voice a silken thread, weaving images into Taehyung’s fragile mind. “You are special, Taehyung. So much more than even you realize. You are destined to be something far greater than a mere sword-for-hire. This attack was nothing more than a test. A challenge laid before you to prove your worth.”

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed. “Prove my worth? To whom?”

“To those who seek to destroy you. And to those who seek to save you,” Jimin replied, his voice dropping into a reverent whisper. “But you will not face these trials alone. We are here. I am here. To guide you, to help you see what you were meant to become.”

“Rest. We will protect you,” Jimin continued, his voice a gentle murmur. “You are safe here with us.”

Safe. The word felt hollow, but he wanted to believe it. Jimin’s presence was like a balm, his voice an anchor pulling Taehyung away from the darkness clawing at his thoughts.

“I- A seer has many gifts. If you want me to, I could help your dreams be less… restless. I can’t change them drastically but I could make them more bearable.” Jimin’s words were soft, his hand reaching out as if to comfort.

“I need to know who I can trust. I want to trust you. If - if you can help take some of the edge off, I would be very thankful,” Taehyung whispered, his voice breaking with exhaustion.

“I’ll help you find the truth. But rest, for now. Your body needs to heal, even if your mind cannot yet. I need to be present to have influence. Can I hold your hand? It just makes it easier.”

Taehyung nodded weakly. A sense of deja-vu coming over him at the action. The moment Jimin’s hand enveloped his own, he felt a warmth seep into his skin, spreading through his veins. It was too easy to drift off, the gentle strokes of Jimin’s thumb over his knuckles lulling him into a sleep that felt too pleasant to be real.

Even as he slipped into dreams, he could feel the faintest pull, as if his mind was being guided down paths he wouldn’t have wandered alone. The last thing he remembers is Jimin’s satisfied smile.

Days passed. Jimin came to him frequently, offering comfort, guidance, and those delicate touches that always seemed to leave Taehyung’s mind clouded yet soothed. Every night he would hold Taehyung’s hand until sleep claimed him, leaving his dreams gentle, and orchestrated.

But even as Taehyung allowed himself to be pulled into Jimin’s web, doubt gnawed at him. His unease was growing, little things piling up that he couldn’t ignore.

And then, Yoongi came.

The general’s expression was impassive as always, but there was something raw beneath the surface. Something Taehyung couldn’t place.

“Why am I here, Yoongi?” Taehyung’s voice trembled as he purposefully dropped the general's title. Perhaps a desperate attempt at getting some sort of answer. “Why do you all act like you need me so much? Every time I try to find out what’s going on, I get led in circles. I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened, but not with anger or dismissal. Instead, there was desperation in his gaze.

“Because we are nothing without you.”

The words hit Taehyung like a punch to the gut. His breath caught, his anger wavering.

Yoongi continued, “You are the thread that ties us all together. Without you, everything falls apart. We don’t want to control you, Taehyung. We want to protect you. Worship you.”

The sincerity in his voice was so absolute that for a moment, Taehyung’s paranoia crumbled. But even as Yoongi’s words buried themselves into his chest, something else remained.

The sickening feeling that this was all too perfect. Too deliberate.

And if he was right, then he was truly alone.

“Please… I just need to rest. Can you ask Jimin to come back?”

Yoongi hesitated, his eyes searching Taehyung’s face. Then, with a reluctant nod, he rose from his seat and left the room. 

Yoongi found the others gathered in the corridor. His expression was tight, frustration brewing beneath the surface. 

“He’s asking questions. Real questions. He’s not as blind as we assumed,” Yoongi growled. “We need to talk. Now” 

“Give me five minutes,” Jimin said as he entered the room and closed the door. The minutes stretched on for what felt like ages. Finally, Yoongi had enough and decided enough time had passed. 

They all follow Yoongi back into Taehyung’s room, their steps soundless as they hovered over his sleeping form. Hoseok’s gaze lingered over Taehyung’s serene expression, his lips curling into a satisfied smile.  

“At least he’s sleeping peacefully now. Jimin’s been doing his part well.”

Jimin stood nearby, eyes half-closed as if already lost within Taehyung’s dreams. “It’s not easy. His mind is... resilient. It fights against my influence even when he asks for my help. But the cracks are forming. He’s clinging to me for comfort, for guidance. Soon, he’ll see us as his only refuge.”

“That’s all we need,” Seokjin said softly. “To be his only choice. His doubts can be reshaped if we give him no other path.”

“Still, his suspicion is growing,” Yoongi interjected, his voice low and edged with concern. “He questioned me directly. He knows something’s wrong, even if he can’t name it. If we push too hard, he might bolt.”

“Then we adjust,” Hoseok countered smoothly. “Jimin’s methods are working, but we need to isolate him further. Remove any outside influences. Keep him close and keep feeding him the narrative that the king wants him dead. Plant more evidence if necessary. Whatever it takes to make him believe that we are his only safe haven.”

“Should we use the High Priest’s influence again?” Namjoon asked, eyes thoughtful. “Taehyung has already started to trust him more than he should.”

“Not yet,” Hoseok replied, his fingers tapping thoughtfully against his arm. “The High Priest’s influence will be our final push. We need to solidify his dependency on us first.”

“Then what about his doubts?” Jungkook spoke up, arms crossed as he stood at the foot of the bed. “They’re growing, and if he confronts us outright, we could lose everything.”

“Then we convince him to stay,” Hoseok said, eyes gleaming. “By any means necessary. Desperation breeds loyalty. We have to make him need us more than he needs the truth.”

A tense silence followed, each of them stewing in their own thoughts. Finally, Seokjin spoke, his voice smoother than the rest, a note of wistful sorrow wound within it.

“I’ll be his shoulder to lean on,” Seokjin said. “His confidant. Someone he can pour his thoughts into without fear. The rest of you keep planting seeds of doubt. Make him question everyone else. Make him doubt the king’s intentions, the priest’s supposed purity. But never us.”

Jimin nodded. “I’ll continue shaping his dreams. Making him see us as his protectors. His salvation.”

“I’ll handle the rest,” Hoseok concluded, his voice dripping with certainty. “Our little lamb will come to love his cage. And when he does, he will never want to leave.”

Their eyes fell on Taehyung’s sleeping form. And none of them noticed the twitch of his fingers, the slight tremor in his breath as if he was slipping between dreams and reality.

***

The soft knock at his door drew Taehyung from the restless fog of sleep. His body ached, his mind dizzied by fractured dreams that clung to him like cobwebs. His fingers curled against the sheets as the door creaked open, and Seokjin’s warm smile greeted him.

“I heard you were awake,” Seokjin murmured, his voice gentle, almost hesitant. “May I come in?”

Taehyung nodded, trying to force himself to sit up. His muscles protested, but Seokjin was quick to move, sliding a pillow behind him with delicate care. His touch was familiar, comforting in a way Taehyung hadn’t expected.

“You shouldn’t push yourself, no matter what the general always said about pushing produces results. This is not such case.” Seokjin chided softly, concern etched into every syllable. “You’ve been through enough. It’s okay to rest.”

Taehyung’s lips parted to speak, but hesitation held him back. The events of the past few days swirled in his mind—Jimin’s cryptic words, Yoongi’s guarded demeanor, the whispers he’d heard when he was supposed to be asleep. His trust was fraying, unraveling with each passing moment.

But Seokjin... Seokjin felt different.

“Why are you here?” Taehyung finally asked, his voice cracking under the weight of his doubts. “I mean... Why do you care?”

“Because I do,” Seokjin replied simply, his eyes earnest. “Because you matter. Not just to the kingdom, but to me. I hate seeing you like this—lost, confused, hurting, alone. You are but a child compared to me. And if I can be the one to help you through that, then... then I will.”

The sincerity in Seokjin’s words seeped into Taehyung’s weary bones. It was the gentleness he needed, the kindness he craved when the world felt like it was turning against him.

“I don’t know who to trust anymore,” Taehyung admitted, his voice trembling as a glimmer of youth slipped through. “Everything feels... wrong. Like I’m walking through a dream I can’t wake up from.”

“Then let me be your anchor,” Seokjin said softly. “Whatever you need, whenever you need it. You don’t have to face all of this alone.”

For a moment, Taehyung searched Seokjin’s gaze, looking for any hint of deceit. But all he found was patience. Compassion. A promise he couldn’t bring himself to doubt.

“Alright,” Taehyung whispered. “I... I think I could use someone to lean on.”

Seokjin’s smile was bittersweet, but Taehyung was too tired to notice. “Then I’ll be here. For as long as you need.”

As Seokjin rose to leave, his expression darkened for just a moment, a shadow flickering in his gaze. “Rest well, Taehyung. You’ll need your strength.”

When the door clicked shut behind him, the quiet of the room only amplified the pounding of Taehyung’s heart. As if, somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew the kindness offered to him was as sharp and lethal as a blade.

Chapter 4

[nomimits7]

Limerence: The Iron Pact | 2

The Web Tightens

Title: Limerence: The Iron Pact

Pairing: Taehyung x OT6

Warnings: Manipulation. Gaslighting. Violence. There is implied incest, BUT it's not because they lied. Betrayal. and trust issues. themes of deception and a staged assassination attempt. Scenes of violence, injury, and psychological coercion are present. Reader discretion is advised. If I left out any major tags, please let me know. I will add more later.

Summary:

In a kingdom where power is everything, Taehyung is a mercenary with a dark past and a dangerous secret—one he doesn’t even know exists. Six powerful figures, each with their own motives, see him as the key to their ambitions. A reluctant prince, a tormented warlord, a prophetic seer, a cunning vizier, a rival claimant, and a high priest—all are willing to do whatever it takes to win his loyalty.

But Taehyung is no pawn. His bloodline is tied to a lost empire, and the untapped power within him could reshape the future. As the six men vie for his trust, they’ll soon discover that controlling him may be more difficult than they thought... and the price of failure is deadly.

The plan was simple: Get him to trust them, no matter what his instincts told him. A simple plan, yet they soon realized how difficult it would be to succeed. Taehyung was a skilled warrior, but he was also a very vigilant person—cautious, always observant of his surroundings.

This only strengthened their resolve to make him theirs. The fact that he was so careful, so steadfast in his beliefs, made him that much more desirable.

Taehyung couldn’t escape the whispers. They made sure of that.  Before long, it seemed like everyone around him was talking about it—about whether the King would keep him around or if he was only a fleeting keepsake. He also started hearing rumors about the mysterious disappearance of the other royal children, how they were all seen as threats to the King. Some were too ambitious; others opposed their fathers’ ways. He heard stories of phantom screams echoing days before the royals vanished, of sealed dungeons, and the belief that the King had locked his children away, leaving them to die.

It was safe to say that these whispers did little to calm Taehyung’s nerves. He couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, the unsettling urge to look over his shoulder at every turn. He’d done jobs like this a million times before, so why was this one different? Why did it feel more dangerous, more personal—like his life was truly at risk? He had faced many other near-death situations, but none had made him feel like this. Like a trapped dog. A mere animal backed into a corner, left with nowhere to run. Taehyung had finally experienced a new emotion. For the first time in a long while, Taehyung felt something other than hate and betrayal—he felt fear. He was afraid of what the future held, how he would make it out alive, who he could trust, and how he should navigate each new day.

He needed clarity. He needed a way to make sense of the chaos in his mind before it swallowed him whole. Answers wouldn’t come from the court nor from the whispers that followed him like ghosts. If there was anywhere in this forsaken kingdom that might grant him even a sliver of truth, it was the temple.

Taehyung’s mind raced as he wandered through the streets, his thoughts clouded by the whispers that echoed in his ears. The feeling of being trapped, like a dog in a cage, gnawed at him with every step. He was used to danger, to walking the edge between life and death, but this... this was different. This time, he was uncertain of the ground beneath his feet.

His thoughts pulled him towards the only things that made sense. He had to get answers, or he had to run.

The temple stood tall in the distance, bathed in the soft light of the setting sun. Its stained-glass windows shimmered like jewels, casting an ethereal glow over the ground below. Taehyung had never been one for faith, but the whispers of the kingdom's secrets had opened something within him—something that yearned for answers. He needed to know who he could trust and, more importantly, what path he should take before it was too late.

As he entered the temple, he was struck by its quiet, otherworldly beauty. The floors gleamed like polished jewels, the air heavy with incense and mystery. It felt... eerily still. There were no other people here. Only the sound of his footsteps echoed in the vast space.

Taehyung wasn’t sure what he expected, but this silence felt unsettling, as though the temple itself was watching him.

“I’ve never been to a place like this,” Taehyung muttered aloud, feeling more out of place than ever.This place... it's different," Taehyung shifting uncomfortably. He didn’t belong here, and yet, something about it called to him.

Just as he thought he might turn and leave, a small girl appeared seemingly out of nowhere, her eyes bright with curiosity.

“You look lost, mister,” she said, her voice soft but knowing.

Taehyung blinked in surprise but found himself replying, “Heh, I am. Very lost.”

The girl tilted her head slightly, as though appraising him. Her gaze was sharp, as if she saw through him to something deeper. She looked almost non human. After a moment, she reached for his hand, guiding him toward a door that Taehyung hadn’t noticed before.

"People who wear the mark are allowed counsel by the High Priest himself,” the girl said, her voice low. "But you must be pure of heart. What are your intentions?"

The mention of "the mark" caught Taehyung’s attention, but before he could ask, she led him through the door and into the heart of the temple.

It was there, standing in the flickering light of candles and incense, that Taehyung met him.

"Answers?" The voice was smooth and melodic, cutting through the silence like a whisper in the dark. "I take it you have questions. Allow me to introduce myself. I am the High Priest, but you can call me Jungkook."

The High Priest's presence was almost overwhelming. His eyes, dark and deep, seemed to pull at something inside Taehyung, something that made him want to trust this stranger—something that told him this man could hold the answers he was seeking. Another part of Taehyung screamed at him that this man was not who he portrayed himself to be. That there was more to him than a simple High priest. Something dangerous even. 

“Tell me, Taehyung,” Jungkook continued, his gaze never leaving him, “What guidance and answers do you seek?”

Taehyung wa sbaffeled. He had yet to utter a single word, but this man knew of his name. This man somehow knew that he was seeking guidance. It scared him more than he would have liked to admit. His instincts that were screaming at him earlier were now almost deafening in their plea. 

Jungkook's gaze softened as he studied Taehyung, his eyes seeming to pierce through him. Knowing every thought he had. He gestured toward a small altar, the air thick with incense, and invited Taehyung to sit.

"Please, sit. There is no need to stand on ceremony with me," Jungkook said, his voice smooth, almost hypnotic.

Taehyung hesitated, still on edge. "I... I’m not sure I belong here," he muttered, glancing around the temple again. Deciding to try and keep this interaction brief. "I’m just... seeking answers. About what's happening, about my place in all this."

Jungkook smiled gently, his expression unreadable. "We are all lost at times, Taehyung. Even those who walk the path of the divine," he said, his voice low and comforting. "But answers come only to those willing to listen, willing to open their hearts to the truth."

Taehyung clenched his fists. "And what truth would that be? That I’m being played like a pawn in some larger game? That the king is using me?" His voice grew louder, a hint of frustration seeping through.

Jungkook’s eyes glimmered with understanding, yet there was something unsettling about the way he tilted his head. Almost mimicking the little girl from earlier."Ah... you’ve seen the strings, haven’t you? The game, as you call it. It is not just the king who pulls them, Taehyung. There are others, too. Those who see what you cannot yet."

Taehyung narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"

Jungkook leaned forward slightly, his smile growing faint but knowing. "You carry the mark, Taehyung. The mark of one who is destined for more. You cannot yet see it, but your power, your past... it is connected to forces much greater than this kingdom, this king. It is why they watch you so closely." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "And why you must be careful who you trust."

Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat, but he quickly masked his reaction with a hardened expression. "And who should I trust, then? You?" he asked, his voice tinged with skepticism.

Jungkook chuckled softly as if the question amused him. "Trust is a delicate thing. But yes... You can trust me. I have no desire to deceive you, Taehyung. Only to help you see what lies ahead. I have been where you are. Alone, uncertain, afraid of what the future holds." His eyes gleamed with intensity as he leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "But you have the power to change your destiny. You need only embrace it. Trust in me, and I will show you the way."

Taehyung felt the pull of Jungkook’s words, but something in his gut still screamed caution. He stared at the high priest for a long moment, trying to read his intentions.

"You want me to trust you... but I don’t even know who you are," Taehyung finally said, his voice cold.

Jungkook’s smile didn’t falter. "That is why you are here, isn’t it? To find those answers. And I will help you, Taehyung. But first, you must open yourself to the possibility that everything you’ve been told is a lie. The king, the court, your past... they have all hidden the truth from you. I can show you what lies beyond the veil."

Taehyung hesitated, the weight of his own doubts pressing down on him. "And if I don’t?"

Jungkook’s expression remained serene, but there was a flicker of something dark behind his eyes.

"Then you will remain lost, Taehyung. And the path ahead will be much more dangerous than you can imagine."

The words lingered, a quiet warning or a promise—Taehyung couldn't tell. The High Priest had left him with more questions than answers, speaking in circles, weaving riddles out of certainty. The answers will come through chaos and untimely action.

Whatever that meant.

For now, he had more immediate concerns—like the fact that he was late.

He pushed open the gates to the training grounds, boots scuffing against the damp earth.

"Well, look who decided to grace us with his presence. The rain fairy himself."

Taehyung didn’t have to look up to recognize the voice. Bong.

One of the more disliked soldiers—loud, insufferable, and not nearly as skilled as he thought he was. A good fight would shut him up, but Taehyung wasn’t in the mood.

Before he could respond, another voice cut through the air.

"Shut it, Bong. Even if he is late, I fail to see how it affects your poor attempt at training. Get back to work—your feet won’t train themselves."

General Min.

Taehyung tensed. The general rarely engaged in their petty banter, content to observe from the sidelines with a sharp, calculating gaze. Yet today, he wasn’t just watching—he was participating.

The subtle shift didn’t sit well with Taehyung. Still, he bowed in apology. "Sorry I'm late, General Min. I was speaking with the High Priest."

Yoongi raised a brow. “The High Priest?”

Before he could answer, Bong scoffed. "Didn’t take you for someone with faith. The High Priest doesn’t just speak to anyone. You must be special."

It was meant to be mocking, but Bong barely had time to smirk before an elbow slammed into his gut. The air left him in a choked grunt. The General barely spared him a glance.

"That just earned you a month's worth of guard duty," Yoongi said flatly. "Get out of my sight."

Bong staggered off, muttering curses under his breath.

Yoongi’s attention turned to Taehyung. "Come. I will be your partner today." 

As Taehyung went to grab his training blade, Yonngi quickly stopped him. Today, they would train with the real thing. 

Taehyung’s grip on his sword was firm, his stance solid. Everything about his form was precise, practiced—but something felt off.

His mind should have been focused on the match ahead, but echoes of the High Priest’s words lingered. "Chaos and untimely action will reveal the truth."

Chaos.

A flicker of movement—too late. Yoongi’s strike came fast, and though Taehyung reacted, deflecting it with ease, his counter was a second too slow. He saw the opening but didn’t take it.

A misstep.

Yoongi’s blade caught against his wrist—not enough to wound, just enough to punish hesitation.Taehyung clenched his jaw. He was better than this. He reset, shaking off the unease, and pressed forward. This time, he moved with full intent. Their blades met in a flurry of steel, the weight of combat something familiar, grounding.

And yet—

A whisper.

Not from the soldiers. Not from Yoongi. Something beneath the surface of his mind. His body moved on instinct, years of training keeping him afloat, but his mind was slipping elsewhere. A distant voice, soft as breath against his ear, "Don’t lose yourself."

His vision swayed—just for a second.

Yoongi struck.

A sharp impact—Taehyung hit the dirt.

Damn it.

He blinked up at the general, still dazed, his pulse hammering in his ears. Yoongi looked down at him, gaze assessing. Not mocking. Not gloating. Something colder.

“You hesitate like a man who doesn’t trust his own instincts."**

Taehyung stiffened. Yoongi stepped back, offering no hand to help him up. The fight was over. But the unease wasn’t. As Taehyung got to his feet, murmurs rippled through the ranks.

"Did you see that?"

"Something's off with him."

And just beyond them—Bong, watching. His stare lingered too long. Too interested. Taehyung ignored the prickle at the back of his neck and turned to leave. He needed air. He needed to clear his head.

He barely made it down the road before the world erupted into chaos.

A shadow moved at the edge of his vision—too fast, too close. His body reacted, instincts kicking in before his mind caught up, but not fast enough. A flash of silver. A sharp sting.

The blade sliced shallow across his neck, hot blood spilling down his skin.

His attacker moved in for the kill, masked and silent, arm tightening around his throat. Taehyung didn’t think—he acted. His body twisted, muscles remembering the training General Min had drilled into him, and in seconds, he’d torn himself free.

No hesitation. No mercy.

He struck hard. The attacker staggered back, caught off guard. Taehyung could see it in their stance—they expected an easy kill. The fools. Training with dulled blades in the palace courtyards was nothing compared to the sharp edge of survival.

A second flash of movement—another attacker. This time, he was ready. He ducked, dodging the strike meant for his spine, and countered with brutal efficiency. His fist connected with ribs. A sharp gasp. They stumbled, but didn’t fall.

They came prepared.

He could handle two. But three? Four? More?

His senses screamed at him to move, to strike before the next blow landed, but his mind—it was slow, fogged. The whisper in his skull coiled like a snake, wrapping itself around his thoughts.

"Duck."

The voice was barely a breath, yet it thundered in his ears.

His body obeyed before he even registered it, dropping low just as a spear whistled through the air. It missed him—but not his enemy. A strangled cry rang out as the weapon impaled one of the masked figures.

And then they came.

Figures emerged from the shadows, more than he could count in the flickering torchlight. A half-circle of steel and malice, closing in, their faces obscured by the night.

"Not such a big warrior now, huh?" one of them sneered.

Another laughed, spinning a dagger between their fingers. "The king will pay handsomely for this."

A chill crawled up Taehyung’s spine. The king.

So it was true. The whispers, the rumors—the king had already grown tired of him.

He had fought countless battles, survived assassins, betrayals, impossible odds. But this—this was different.

This was a death sentence.

His pulse roared in his ears, drowning out the jeering voices. His grip tightened around his weapon. He would not die on his knees. If this was the end, he would carve his rage into their bones before they took him down.

For the first time since his exile, Taehyung felt something hot slide down his cheek—not sweat, not blood.

Tears.

He barely recognized them for what they were. He wasn’t afraid to die. But this? This was infuriating. To be discarded like a tool, like he was nothing.

No.

If they wanted him dead, they would have to earn it.

With a growl, he lifted his blade. "Come, then."

Taehyung’s breath came ragged, his vision swimming as blood dripped from the shallow cut on his neck. He had taken down one of the assassins, but the others were circling now, their blades glinting under the moonlight. His muscles burned, his mind hazy. Like one man, they pounced. Swinging, swiping, and stabbing. Taehyung did his best to avoid it all.

Too many. Too fast.

The whisper had saved him once, but this time, it came too late. A rogue figure lunged from the side—he barely managed to twist away, but the second attacker was already moving in. A blade arced toward him. He wasn’t going to be fast enough.

Then— a sharp whistle cut through the air.

A sickening thud followed. The assassin in front of him stiffened, eyes wide, before crumpling to the ground.

An arrow— pierced clean through his wrist.

"That’s enough."

The voice was calm. Controlled. Yet it carried the weight of absolute authority.

Through the haze of adrenaline, Taehyung turned—just in time to see Namjoon step out from the darkness, sword glinting in the pale light. Beside him, bow still raised, stood Seokjin, his expression unreadable, his aim deadly.

The assassins hesitated, their confidence wavering.

"Well?" Namjoon drawled, taking a slow step forward. His voice was as steady as ever, but there was a hint of danger beneath it, coiling like a snake ready to strike. "Shall I give you a chance to run? Or would you rather die here?"

One assassin made the wrong choice.

With a desperate snarl, he lunged at Namjoon—blade aimed for his throat.

Namjoon didn’t flinch.

At the last possible second, he stepped aside, smooth and effortless. The assassin stumbled forward, off balance— and Seokjin struck.

A dagger—quick, precise—straight into the ribs.

The man gasped, choking, before collapsing.

The others didn’t wait. They fled into the shadows, boots scraping against stone as they vanished into the night.

The street fell into silence once more.

Taehyung swayed slightly where he stood. He was still trying to process it—still trying to process how close he had come to death. A hand suddenly gripped his shoulder, firm yet careful.

"You’re hurt," Seokjin murmured.

The gentleness in his voice caught Taehyung off guard.

Seokjin brushed a gloved thumb across his cheek, wiping away blood. The touch lingered—a calculated show of care.

"Can you stand?" he asked, as though Taehyung’s legs hadn’t been supporting him just fine moments ago. But now that the danger had passed, the adrenaline was fading, leaving only exhaustion and a dull, aching cold.

So Taehyung let him. He let Seokjin slip an arm around him, steadying him in a way that felt too natural, too practiced.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Namjoon crouching beside one of the fallen assassins, turning over their arm to examine the insignia hidden beneath the fabric. His jaw tightened.

"This was sanctioned," Namjoon muttered. Just loud enough for Taehyung to hear.

The words sent a chill through him.

Seokjin sighed, shaking his head as though exasperated, though his grip on Taehyung never wavered. Like a brother disappointed, not at Taehyung, but at the world itself.

"The king did this."

The words settled into Taehyung’s chest like stones sinking into deep water.

Hadn’t the high priest warned him? Hadn’t he said that chaos would reveal the truth?

The king had already grown tired of him. He had wanted him dead.

Taehyung clenched his fists, frustration burning in his throat.

If the king wanted him gone, then he would play his game. He would stay just long enough to finish the contract. Then he would disappear.

For the first time, he turned to Seokjin and Namjoon—not just as comrades, but as something dangerously close to allies.

And the web tightened further.

Chapter 3

[nomimits7]

Limerence: The Iron Pact | Series Index

Summary:

In a kingdom where power is everything, Taehyung is a mercenary with a dark past and a dangerous secret—one he doesn’t even know exists. Six powerful figures, each with their own motives, see him as the key to their ambitions. A reluctant prince, a tormented warlord, a prophetic seer, a cunning vizier, a rival claimant, and a high priest—all are willing to do whatever it takes to win his loyalty.

But Taehyung is no pawn. His bloodline is tied to a lost empire, and the untapped power within him could reshape the future. As the six men vie for his trust, they’ll soon discover that controlling him may be more difficult than they thought... and the price of failure is deadly.

The Obsession begings

The Web Tightens

The Breaking Point

The Game Of Control

The Inevitable Stalemate

[nomimits7]

Limerence: The Iron Pact | 1

The obsession begins

Title: Limerence: The Iron Pact

Pairing: Taehyung x OT6

Warnings: Manipulation. Gaslighting. Violence. There is implied incest, BUT it's not because they lied. Betrayal. and trust issues. If I left out any major tags please let me know. I will add more later.

Summary:

In a kingdom where power is everything, Taehyung is a mercenary with a dark past and a dangerous secret—one he doesn’t even know exists. Six powerful figures, each with their own motives, see him as the key to their ambitions. A reluctant prince, a tormented warlord, a prophetic seer, a cunning vizier, a rival claimant, and a high priest—all are willing to do whatever it takes to win his loyalty.

But Taehyung is no pawn. His bloodline is tied to a lost empire, and the untapped power within him could reshape the future. As the six men vie for his trust, they’ll soon discover that controlling him may be more difficult than they thought... and the price of failure is deadly.

Rain was a welcome sight in the land of the Hittites. The drought had brought this once-feared empire to the brink of collapse. Yes, the rain was a blessing, even if it meant that no work could be done outside. The storms here were merciless, unforgiving to those who dared challenge their fury. All but one.

Taehyung never rested. Not even when the sky wept. He had to remain vigilant, his body and mind honed for the moment he would be called—or when he would need to disappear. He did not belong to the empire. No, he belonged to the land itself.

Empires craved warriors like him, and kings paid handsomely for his skill, but he never stayed. He refused to be shackled by empty promises and fleeting desires.

Even in the storm, his movements were precise—silent, fluid, unyielding. Death did not wait for the skies to clear, and neither did he. His blade sliced through the rain, the steel an extension of his arm. He moved like a phantom, his steps weightless as he spun, crouched, and struck at invisible foes. His dance of steel was hypnotic to those who watched.

And there were always those who watched.

Some with longing, desperate to claim him, to bind him in gold and call him theirs. Others with envy, wishing they could move as effortlessly as he did.

Then there was the general.

Taehyung had only met General Min once—the day he was contracted to serve the crown. The man was a warlord, a strategist, a force that made even Taehyung hesitate. His presence was a quiet storm, his eyes cold calculations behind a mask of discipline.

General Min did not tolerate weakness. The barracks were not for the faint of heart; only the strongest emerged as warriors of the empire. But even the general had his limits. He would not allow his men to train in the rain, to risk illness or injury that could weaken his forces.

And yet, here Taehyung was.

Perhaps that was why the general's gaze was locked onto him now, watching as he moved through the downpour. There was no mistaking the tension in his stance, the silent disapproval burning in his eyes.

Taehyung exhaled, rolling his shoulders. He already knew.

He was in trouble.

___________

The rain had not stopped.

Taehyung could hear the heavy droplets drumming against the stone walls of the training grounds as he sheathed his sword. He did not turn immediately when he sensed another's presence behind him—he already knew who it was. The silence was its own kind of warning.

Then, finally, a voice.

"You do not take orders well, do you?"

General Min's tone was calm, but the weight behind his words was impossible to ignore.

Taehyung straightened, slowly turning to face him. Even through the curtain of rain, the general’s expression was unreadable—his dark eyes locked onto Taehyung with the same sharp intensity as a drawn blade.

"I take orders when they make sense," Taehyung replied smoothly, though he knew the response would not please the man before him.

A flicker of something—irritation? Amusement?—crossed General Min’s face, gone before Taehyung could place it.

"And does defying me in the rain make sense to you?"

Taehyung only smirked. “I suppose not. But it does seem to piss you off well enough.”

General Min sneered. He was holding back—why, Taehyung didn’t know. A narrow, dimly lit hallway wasn’t exactly ideal for a sparring match, but he wouldn’t mind testing the general’s skill. The man had a reputation, after all.

"The crown contracted you for a reason. Don’t make me end your pathetic existence before your purpose has been met."

Taehyung chuckled. “If my existence is so pathetic, why can none of your so-called ‘best’ stand against me for more than five minutes? I may be from this land, but I do not answer to you.” He tilted his head slightly, watching for a reaction. “I know how men like you work. You desire, and you take, without ever thinking about the consequences you leave behind.”

A flicker of something crossed General Min’s face—irritation? Amusement? It vanished too quickly to tell.

Most men withered under his command. He had broken warlords and shattered seasoned warriors with a single order. But Taehyung—Taehyung did not yield.

And that infuriated him.

But it also intrigued him.

_________

The hall was packed with nobles and warriors from every corner of the kingdom. Taehyung, the so-called honored guest, kept to the shadows. He had been to too many of these.

They never ended well.

Someone always tried to lure him into their cause, whispering of gold and glory. Others sought to seduce him, desperate for the prestige of bedding a warrior of his caliber.

This was no different.

Taehyung wasn’t surprised when a man approached him—only that it was the prince and not the King himself.

"The whispers must be altered. They forgot to mention how pleasing you are to the eye."

Taehyung’s expression remained unreadable . "Your Highness, your flattery is unnecessary. I have already agreed to settle your father’s dispute. But I do not see the King. I was hoping to discuss the duration of my stay."

He bowed, his gaze flickering to the figure standing just behind the prince. Dressed in simpler, more subdued clothing, the man was watching him intently.

A bad feeling settled in Taehyung’s gut.

Prince Seokjin smiled easily, his voice smooth as silk.

"Forgive me for being the one to tell you, but my father was feeling rather… tired from his hunt. He has requested that I entertain you tonight while he finds his own entertainment elsewhere."

The man behind him made a sound—a soft, restrained grunt, as if barely holding back laughter. It did its job. Seokjin exhaled as if suddenly remembering something.

"Ah, I nearly forgot to introduce you. This is my brother, Namjoon."

Taehyung stilled.

Brother?

The King had only one legitimate son—Prince Seokjin. The others had vanished, removed from the line of succession.

So how had this one survived?

A test, then.

"Excuse my older brother’s lack of awareness," Namjoon said smoothly. His voice was rich, composed. " I am an illegitimate son of the crown. My mother was one of our King’s favored subjects, which made him… tolerant of me. I proved myself useful, and so I was allowed to live."

He smiled a slow, knowing smile. “At least, for now.”

Taehyung didn’t miss the implication. For now.

And just like that, the seed was planted.

“My father sure has a way of discarding his tools once they have served their purpose. Especially ones who are so easy to lose to another, better handler. Perhaps someone who doesn’t even look like a treat.”

Taehyung studied the two brothers before him, their words rolling off him like rain against armor. Their insistence that he was merely a tool, that the King would discard him when he was no longer useful, was nothing he hadn’t heard before.

"Focus. Focus. It's all nonsense." He had heard these words from his own lips, when he fought for kings and warlords alike—too many times to count. But something in the way they said it now… It felt different. Something about the weight of their words… it was unsettling.

"Your highness," he said with a smirk, swirling the untouched wine in his goblet. "I know better than to listen to those who speak in riddles. If you have something useful to say, say it plainly."

Seokjin chuckled, but there was something knowing in his eyes. "We only wish to warn you."

"Warn me? About what?"

Namjoon leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to something softer, more dangerous. "That you are not the first warrior our father has praised." He glanced around the room, lowering his voice to a whisper. "And yet, do you see any of them here tonight?"

A flicker of annoyance passed through Taehyung’s features, but he refused to let their words take root. I’ve heard this before…

He downed his wine in one go, setting the cup aside with an air of finality.

"I have fought for kings and warlords alike," he said. "And I am still here."

Seokjin hummed. "For now."

T he words hung in the air between them. Taehyung scoffed, pushing off the wall. "If you’ll excuse me, your highnesses, I have had enough of politics for one night."

He turned on his heel, leaving the brothers behind.

But even as he walked through the grand hall, the distant sound of music and laughter fading behind him, their words lingered.

The rain had not let up.

By the time Taehyung reached the training grounds, the steady downpour had driven nearly everyone inside. The torches flickered against the wind, the scent of wet earth filling the air.

Good. He needed the silence.

Removing his cloak, he unsheathed his blade, rolling his shoulders before falling into practiced movements. The rhythmic swing of his sword, the sharp sound of steel slicing through the air—this was where his mind found peace.

And yet, peace did not come so easily tonight.

"You are not the first."

"Do you see any of them here tonight?"

With a frustrated breath, Taehyung swung harder, faster—only stopping when he caught movement in his periphery. He turned, blade still in hand.

He stopped, not seeing anyone. He chalked it up to a play in the light. Perhaps he had had enough training for one day. He was tired and needed to rest. The barracks were nearly silent at this hour, save for the sound of rain against the wooden beams. Taehyung sat on the edge of a training platform, sharpening his blade. The steady motion of the whetstone against steel was soothing, grounding. The words of the prince and his bastard brother were nothing but noise—easily discarded.

"The King discards those who outlive their usefulness."

"You are just another tool in his collection."

Their warnings had no weight. Taehyung was no fool; he had worked under kings, warlords, and self-proclaimed gods. He knew how the game was played. But something about their insistence lingered in the back of his mind, like an itch he couldn’t scratch.

Was I really just a tool? A mercenary bought and paid for until I was no longer needed?

A sudden shift in the air made him still. Someone was near.

“I wouldn’t put too much faith in the King’s favor, if I were you.”

The voice was quiet, lilting, almost amused. Taehyung didn’t have to look up to know who it was. Vizier Hoseok.

Taehyung sighed, continuing his work. “You too?”

A soft chuckle. “Not at all. I’m merely passing on wisdom.” The vizier stepped into view, dressed in his signature robes, hands folded neatly behind his back. “You remind me of someone, you know.”

Taehyung said nothing, but his grip on the hilt of his sword tightened.

“A warrior. Fearless, skilled beyond compare. The King adored him—promised him riches, land, a future.” Hoseok tilted his head slightly. “I’m sure you can imagine how that ended.”

Taehyung set the whetstone down . “What happened?”

Hoseok’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “He was too good. Too strong. The King began to wonder... what would happen if his precious mercenary decided he wanted something more?” He exhaled as if in pity. “A poisoned cup, an unfortunate accident on the battlefield—who can say? He disappeared before anyone could ask too many questions.”

Taehyung knew a half-truth when he heard one. “You expect me to believe that?”

“Believe what you want,” Hoseok said easily, already turning to leave. “But I wonder… when your contract is fulfilled, will the King let you walk away?”

He paused at the threshold. “Or will you disappear, just like the others?”

The silence left behind was deafening.

For the first time, Taehyung wasn’t sure if he could brush this off so easily.

________

Taehyung had a horrible night. His dreams were plagued by scenes of betrayal that felt all too familiar to him. He could still see his parents' eyes when they realized their manipulation of their precious son had gone too far. The day they lost their heir because of their own greed for power.

Perhaps he should see someone to help him sleep or to get rid of these dreams that haunted him in the silence of the night. It didn’t help that the whispers had gotten worse. The servants had been talking about how they wondered if Taehyung would be like the past mercenaries that mysteriously disappeared or if he was special and not threatening enough for the King to keep him around.

The two brothers had approached him again, stating that they felt he was far too valuable to lose and that if he gave them the word, they could help keep him alive. In their words, “We have survived so far, we could help you too.”

He, obviously, denied them. He had no interest in betraying the contract he had. That would 

lead to certain death for him, and no one else would ever trust him again. But the whispers didn’t stop.

“Taehyung! Focus, we can’t lose the king's new favorite! Where are those moves you so proudly displayed in the rain a few days ago? Again!”

General Min surely woke up on the wrong side of his bed. He was ruthless today in their training. He had changed Taehyung's sparring partner three times already, not giving the latter any breaks in between.

“Hey man, you okay? You have to focus, the King is watching, and he only keeps those who can be controlled. At this moment, you look like a bad investment.”

The kid was nice, strong, and decent in sparring, but he was also kind of annoying. That was enough to get Taehyung going, and he did not hold back against the poor kid. Hit after hit, he backed the poor boy into a corner. If they were using real weapons, he would long be dead. He was ripped away by a furious-looking General, only then did he come back to himself and see the poor boy, who could not be any older than nineteen, in a heap on the floor.

“Stay in line. Take a walk and meet me in my office. Now!”

As he left the courtyard, he didn’t even dare to look back at the mess he left behind. He knew the King had watched his little outburst and he just hoped he didn’t fuck up his own contract. The whispers were getting to him. He needed to explain himself to the King. He had to look submissive in a way to save his own ass.

“I wish to have an audience with the king.”

“That would not be possible at this stage. His Majesty is not available anytime soon.”

“Well, when will he be available? I have much to discuss with him.”

“That I do not know. Perhaps talking to the High Priest or even the prince would help? Even the Seer would be a good option.”

“Why would they be options over the King? I don’t understand why he doesn’t even have five minutes to talk. He paid for me, and yet he has yet to talk to me.”

Just then, the General walked in and dismissed the other occupants of the room. Hoseok soon followed and silently made his way to the corner of the room. Almost as if he wanted to be but a shadow to the impending conversation .

“What the hell is wrong with you? You come in here and show off your amazing techniques, and then you go out and nearly kill one of my men? What the fuck were you thinking?”

“Now, Yoongi, you know we were warned about this.”

“I honestly do not care, Hoseok, so shut the hell up. He clearly has no control over himself. He is reckless and a ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment and take all of us with him.”

The general, or Yoongi, was nearly out of breath by the time he stopped talking. For the first time since he stepped foot in this kingdom, Taehyung saw emotions other than disappointment on the general's face. It was quietly comforting to know the man was capable of feelings.

“I apologize for my behavior, and I would apologize personally to the King as well, but he has yet to hold an audience with me. My mind has been plagued by whispers, and I have not been sleeping well.”

Hoseok nearly scoffed at Taehyung's words.

“Forget about an audience. The King will probably not see you. You are a tool, not one of his subjects. Not even the general gets to speak to the King. He only speaks to the prince, like most of us do. You can trust Seokjin and Namjoon. They are good people.”

Yeah, Taehyung didn’t know if he could believe that.

________

The six of them gathered in the dimly lit chamber, far from the prying eyes of the kingdom. The air was thick with the weight of ambition, each of them craving something different but equally powerful. Around a circular table, they sat in silence, all waiting for one to speak first.

Seokjin and Namjoon sat side by side, their fingers subtly brushing beneath the table in a quiet show of unity. They were more than just allies in this scheme—lovers, bound not by blood, but by their shared ambition and devotion to each other. Together, they knew they could accomplish anything. Their bond was their strength.

Hoseok was the first to break the silence, his voice low and steady, filled with the experience of a man who had orchestrated more than his share of schemes. “We all know what’s at stake here. Taehyung is no fool, and he will not be manipulated easily. We need to earn his trust, little by little, if we are to succeed.”

Yoongi, who had been pacing the room, stopped abruptly and turned to face Hoseok. His sharp gaze flickered to the others as he spoke, the tension in his voice palpable. “ I’m not here just to earn his trust. I need him under my control. His strength, his raw power—it’s unlike anything I’ve seen before. I can’t let that slip away.”

Jimin, who had been quiet up until now, spoke with a soft yet ominous tone. “ You’re right. His potential is limitless. The prophecies speak of him as a key to unlocking power beyond any of us. He doesn’t know it yet, but he is destined for greatness. We will guide him, make him believe that fate has chosen him for something extraordinary.”

Namjoon’s voice interrupted, calm but with an underlying certainty. “We need to show him that he can have everything. That’s how we get him to trust us. Power, a kingdom at his side. I can offer him that. I can show him that he belongs with me, that we can take what’s ours together.”

Jungkook, always the one to see things from a different perspective, spoke last. “And once he’s by our side, we will need to give him something greater. The gods are watching us, and they demand more than power. We will make him divine. He will become more than just a man. He will be worshipped. ”

The room fell silent for a moment as each of them thought about the future they would build with Taehyung at its center.

Seokjin’s voice cut through the stillness, soft but unwavering. “We all want him, in our own way. But we need him to want us in return. We need him to trust us, to choose us. Only then will we truly have him as our protector, our consort, the one who can help us secure everything.”

Namjoon nodded in agreement, his gaze steady on Seokjin. “ We will show him that we are the only ones who truly care for him. We will make sure he never feels abandoned. Together, we’ll ensure that he sees us as his path to everything he could ever want.”

Hoseok smiled slyly from his corner of the room. “And I will make sure that every whisper he hears, every rumor that reaches him, brings him closer to us. No one will be able to sway him away from our side. Not when I’m in control of the story.”

They shared a look, their individual desires intertwined in a web of manipulation, each of them knowing they would stop at nothing to gain Taehyung’s loyalty.

Seokjin leaned in slightly toward Namjoon, their hands brushing once more. “He’ll be ours. Together.”

Namjoon met his gaze, their bond unbreakable. “Together. Always.”

With those final words, the pact was made. The six of them would stop at nothing to make Taehyung theirs. Each of them would use their own talents to mold him, to manipulate him until he was firmly in their grasp.

As they all sat around the table, strategizing, Hoseok’s gaze flickered over to Namjoon and Seokjin. He knew more than anyone about Taehyung’s past, and that made him dangerous in ways they still didn’t fully understand.

“ We know Taehyung’s strength is unmatched,” Hoseok began, his voice low, “but it’s more than just his skills with a blade. His blood runs deeper than he realizes. The King may think he’s simply a mercenary, but there’s more to him. His parents... they tried to mold him into a weapon, one that could bring entire empires to their knees. But he ran from them before they could finish what they started.”

Jimin nodded, his eyes flickering with a strange knowing. “He may not remember it, but the mark he bears on his skin, the power that blooms in his veins when he fights—those are the remnants of his bloodline. We can unlock that power and make him believe it’s his destiny. But only if he trusts us.”

Seokjin, who had been silent for the longest, leaned forward, eyes narrowing with focus. “He doesn’t know what he is. But we will show him. He will be the key to my rule. To all of our ambitions.”

Namjoon, his tone calm yet calculated, added, “Once we have him, once he believes in us, his hidden potential will be ours to wield. His bloodline, his abilities—they’re a path to everything we’ve ever dreamed of. Power. Control. A kingdom. All of it.”

Hoseok glanced at Jimin and then back at the group, a wicked smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “ We’ll make him want us. We’ll make him believe he needs us. Then, we unlock the potential buried deep within him. He won’t even know what hit him.”

The others nodded in agreement, each of them fully aware of the power they could wield with Taehyung at their side. They were one step closer to making him theirs.

Chapter 2

[nomimits7]

~ Happy ~ | 8 Final chapter

No offense to you, don't waste your time

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. TALK ABOUT KILLING A CHILD. SUICIDE IS MENTIONED AS WELL!!!!!!

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.

“Be good my little clover. Mommy and Daddy will be back as soon as we can. We just need to get the last groceries for my little big man's birthday!” 

“Momma, Can I come too? I wanna help. Yooni can help” five-year-old Yoongi said as he watched his parents get ready to leave. They weren’t a big family, but they were happy. His birthday was in two day and that meant his Aura color would be revealed. They were planning a small party to celebrate, most people kept Aura's birthdays private, incase the color turned out to be green or Indigo. That would mean instant death to the child, but his parents weren’t that worried. They were both(?) blue so they had no doubt he would be too. 

“Oh baby, you know you can’t leave the house. We’ll be quick, I promise. Why don’t you go and build a nice blanket ford for us to nap in later? Make it really special. Mommy would even let you use all the blankets you can find!” His mother said as she kissed his hair. 

Little Yoongi nodded as he ran off to his room, missing the worried glances his parents shared before they left. 

***

“You promised you would protect him if this happened! How could you even suggest calling them to ‘take care’ of him? He’s just a child! YOUR child!” Yoongi’s mother screamed as her husband paced back and forth. 

“He’s GREEN! Fucking green. We’re both blue! What else do you want me to do? If they find out we kept his color a secret they’ll kill us too! We can try again later, but I am not dying for a fucking green aura. Even if he shares my blood!” He screamed back. Yoongi’s mother stared wide-eyed as he husband fell silent. He looked just as stunned as she did with the words he spoke. 

Yoongi was silently crying on the couch as his parents screamed at each other. He wasn’t sure why they were so upset. He liked green. His favorite toys were green and the color around him made him happy. He couldn’t understand why his parents didn’t like it. He’s been a good boy. He built the blanket ford, they all slept together and then suddenly they started screaming at each other as soon as they woke up. 

“Papa, Yooni sorry” He whispered out gaining the attention of both his parents. He couldn’t understand the emotions in their eyes, he just knew they were angry at something he did. He loved them and he just wanted the screaming to stop. 

“My life would have been so much better without a disappointment like you, Yoongi. You really managed to break my heart” Yoongi’s father said as he turned to walk away. His mother could only gape at her husband as he made his way into their bedroom. She soon followed, closing the door as the shouting continued. 

Yoongi sat on the couch for a little while, trying to understand what his father meant before he decided to just go to his room. He was tired. His birthday was ruined and his father was mad at him. He had no idea why, or how he would fix it. 

***

The funeral was quick. Not that many people came to pay their respects to Yoongi’s father. He was a good man, but he didn’t have a lot of friends or family other than Yoongi and his mother. Some of his co-workers gave his mother some words of encouragement, but that’s all it was. Words. Not many wanted to be seen at the funeral of an alleged suicide. In a world filled with colors that represent power, no one would want to associate with someone weak enough to take their own life. Even if their aura was supposed to have given them a higher status in the eyes of society. 

“Remember this Yoongi. People will always say a lot of words that end up meaning nothing at all. They only care about what impact your color and association can have on their own status. People are disappointments. Even the ones you love most can turn their backs on you when you need them the most” His mother told him as they made their way back home. They had to finish packing. His mother had decided they needed to move as soon as they could after his father died. Something about not being able to stand the sight of the same house he took his last breath in. 

“Come, Mommy will take care of you. I won’t allow anyone to take you away from me. Not as long as I am breathing” 

***

“Mom, please let me help. I can control my color now. Those people are going to work you to death. Please!” a fifteen-year-old Yoongi begged his mother as he watched her tiredly get ready for another shift at the grocery store. Life has not been easy for them in recent years. It was like someone was actively trying to make their lives hard. His mother could barely hold onto a job for more than a few months before they would fire her for no good reason. Which in itself was unheard of for a blue aura. 

She tried her very best to keep him in school. She always said he would make their lives better once he got his education. But she was stubborn. She refused to let him work. She said it wasn’t safe and that the so called ‘wolves’ of the night are just waiting to snatch him up and take him away forever. 

“Yoongi…” She sighed as she looked at her son. He was growing up well. He has mastered reflecting a few years ago, but she didn’t want to let him out of her sight. Her last fight with her late husband still haunted her.

‘I’m not dying for a green, either you call the extractors or I will’  “You are weak! He is your son. He has your blood”  “How do I know he isn’t some other man's mistake? How can two blues make a green?”  “What are you saying? I would never… Do you truly think I could do that to you?” “What else am I supposed to think? I married you out of pity and look what I gained from it!” “What? Did you not love me? Please… tell me at least a part of it was real… TELL ME!”  “How could it have been? You have nothing I could ever desire” 

“Please Mom, I can get something remote. Maybe like editing or something, please just let me help” Yoongi nearly begged. His eyes held nothing but love and desperation, his mother never stood a chance against those eyes. She would kill to keep him safe. She has killed to keep him safe, but she knew he was getting older and she would have to give him some freedom or he would leave her one day. She couldn’t let that happen, so she reluctantly nodded her head as she got ready to leave. 

“Okay, but as long as it’s remote and you don’t have to show your face. Only I can see that precious cheeks of yours” She said as she left with a heavy heart. Something felt off, but she brushed it off. Whatever it could be, she would handle it. She always did. 

***

“You put him down? Why?” Taehyung asked as soon as he entered the office. Namjoon was working at his desk with a sleeping Yoongi on his lap. It was cute to see the smaller sleep away on such an intimidating man like Namjoon. It almost made Namjoon look approachable. Almost. Their aura colors look almost black as they mix together. It was funny, people who could reflect others' colors never seemed to have learned how to do it when they sleep. That could be very dangerous, especially for someone like Yoongi. 

“He was having a temper tantrum about not meeting other people. He wants to leave the house and talk to others. I might have also said something about us being the reason his past was so fucked, but that’s not important now” Namjoon casually said as he kept his eyes on his screen. He was going over some of the things Yoongi has been working on. The kid was good. Their little genius indeed. Namjoon didn’t need to change anything on any of the songs Yoongi has been working on. Which says a lot considering the imbeciles he has working for him as so-called ‘professional producers’. 

“I’m sorry, did you just imply that you spilled the exact secret we all swore we would take to our graves? My my, you’re losing your touch. Is he making you soft? Has the big bad Indigo fallen for a little green clover? Wait until I tell Seokjin, he owes me money now” Taehyung said as he escaped into the hallway before Namjoon could utter another word. 

It took exactly three minutes and forty-seven seconds for Seokjin to burst into Namjoon's office. You would expect all the dramatics and sounds the older one was making to wake Yoongi up, but he merely snuggled closer to Namjoon before continuing to sleep. This boy was going to make them all soft and Namjoon didn’t exactly mind that he was the first to fall for it. The quicker they show him some sort of affection, the better their plan will work. Then they won’t need to force the little green into anything. 

“You imbecile! Why would you tell him that we killed his mother and poisoned the people around him to distance themselves from him? He doesn’t have to know we made his life a living hell just to have him vulnerable in our hands to complete the fucking rainbow!” Seokjin all but bellowed out as soon as he entered the office. It took him a few seconds to recognise the lump on Namjoon's lap, which effectively cut his rambling off. 

“I didn’t, you just did. Luckily for you, he’s sleeping nice and deeply, so he didn’t hear any of that. I swear if you wake him up I will skin you alive! The boy went down within seconds. He’s not sleeping enough and I would appreciate it if he would get the rest he clearly needs. He was the one who came in here and started spewing nonsense about wanting to talk to other people. I just reacted” Namjoon said matter of factly.

“Oh, well… Okay then,” Seokjin said looking around the room to avoid Namjoon’s eyes. He had a faint blush on his cheeks. Seokjin decided to just sit down on one of the couches to try and escape the slight embarrassment he was feeling. 

“He’s where he’s supposed to be. We possess the power to keep him here. We’ll just have to alter his choices a little, but that can wait until he’s awake. We’ll make him want to be here. Besides, it will be good for us to have someone that constantly needs to be cared for. We can make him our little baby, Our little clover” Namjoon said as he left a kiss on Yoongi’s head and finally made eye contact with Seokjin. 

“Perhaps. He’s easy to love when he’s that cute. Okay, fine. We’ll alter him as soon as he’s awake. But then you can’t keep him to yourself. We have an empire to take after all” Seokjin said as he moved closer to Namjoon. He felt this itch to just hold Yoongi close to himself and the fact that he wasn’t in his arms bothered Seokjin.  

“I haven’t forgotten” Namjoon sighed. “Ah, take him and have him rest with the others. I have some stressful phone calls to make” Namjoon said, scooting back to give Seokjin enough space to reach down and take the sleeping Green from Namjoon’s lap. The boy was really precious, stubborn, but precious indeed. 

***

Yoongi hasn’t had proper sleep in ages. The only reason that he knows this is because the moment he woke up, he didn’t feel tired almost immediately, he didn’t have a headache, and his body didn’t have any heaviness to it. Besides feeling as if he was underwater and he finally surfaced for the first time, he felt good. 

He was in a dark-ish room. On a very comfortable couch, covered by what has to be the world's softest blanket. Despite the comfort, Yoongi’s stomach dropped as everything that happened came crashing down on him. Namjoons words played on repeat in his head. 

“We were responsible for everything that happened, little clover. It was all part of the plan to get you right where we want you. Were we need you. Vulnerable and so, so dependant”

What did he mean by them? Did he mean that every misfortune Yoongi has ever experienced is somehow linked to them? That can’t be right. They have been so nice to him all this time. They helped him find a job, and they helped him move into a nicer home, even if it came with six other people. They listen to him. They are probably the only friend he has ever had, so what could those words mean? 

Was it all a lie? Are they secretly part of the mafia and now they are going to harvest his organs to trade on the black market with? No, that can’t be right. He would have felt the need to escape if that was the case. He knew the feeling well. His own mother  turned on him when he least expected it. 

He needed to talk to Namjoon and clarify some things. Maybe apologise for being so rude. They helped him. They are willing to interact with him. Treat him as a human. They even risked their lives for him. Who in their right mind would protect a complete stranger during a gunfight in a train? Who would willingly allow a stranger to fall asleep on them in a car? Yes, some of them are a little… rough. But Yoongi also isn’t the easiest person to be around. 

With his mind made up, Yoongi got out of bed in his search for anyone else. He for some reason, did not like the idea of being alone. Pushing open the door Yoongi made his way down the hallway. He turned a corner and promptly stumbled back as he bumped into someone. Looking up, Yoongi made direct eye contact with Jimin. His eyes were a deep red as they shined with so much warmth. 

“Where are you going, little clover?” Jimin asked, his voice a smooth flowing stream. 

“I need to find Namjoon, do you know where he is?” Yoongi answered as he struggled to break eye contact. 

“Oh? Why do you need to talk to him?” Jimin asked with a slight frown. As if he didn’t expect this particular answer from Yoongi. 

“Well, I was very rude to him earlier. I said some things that I shouldn’t have and he said some things that didn’t make any sense. You guys did so much for me and I was way out of line so I wanted to clear the air. I need to” Yoongi whispered out as he fell deeper into Jimin's intense gaze. 

“Oh no, that wasn’t very nice of you. I am sure he would appreciate an apology and maybe a love confession. Wait, what do you mean by the need to?” Jimin asked as he tilted his head. Yoongi followed the movement without thinking. 

“No one has ever been nice to me. My own mother left me. My father killed himself because he couldn’t stand the thought of me as his son. I don’t think I would be strong enough to go through something like that again” Yoongi said. 

Jimin said nothing as he looked away. He simply took Yoongi’s hand as he lead him down the hallway towards a common area. Everyone was there. They seemed to be in a deep discussion of some sorts, but they all stopped talking when Jimin cleared his throat. All eyes landed on Yoongi as he tried to hide slightly behind Jimin. 

“Yoongi? Are you okay?” Seokjin asked as his eyes slightly drifted to Jimin. 

“He just woke up and we had a very interesting discussion in the hallway. There was no need to ‘have a discussion’ with him about things. He wants to say something that I thought might change some things. Go on Yoongi, tell them everything you said to me” Jimin said as he stood behind Yoongi. 

“Um, well… I wanted to apologise to you Namjoon. I was being very rude and unreasonable and I know you just reacted. You guys have been nothing but kind to me. And I am everything but. I haven’t had much experience being around other people, let alone interacting with them. I- I’m sorry… please don’t leave me too” Yoongi sniffled as he looked down trying to hide his tears. 

“Yoongi, what happened to you has been very unfair. But why do you think we’ll leave?” Hoseok asked as he sat up slightly. This was not how they had planned this. The plan was simple. Get the little green, alter his choices to fit their desires, and maybe take care of him like he deserves. 

“Everyone I loved left me after my Aura game forward. I-” Yoongi took a deep breath. This was it. Two things could happen. They will either say nothing and throw him out onto the streets to fend for himself, or they will call the extractors to get rid of him. “I’m a green. My father took his own life because of me. My mother… left me too. She tried to keep me alive but something changed. The last thing she said to me before she left was ‘I shouldn’t have helped you back then. I should have left you to die'. I have never had a friend, or lover, or anything” Yoongi said to a silent room.

 He was trembling by the time he was done. He shouldn’t have said anything. Yoongi turned around. He needs to leave before they make him. That would make everything a little easier. 

“We know,” Taehyung said just as Yoongi took a step toward the hallway. “We knew you were a green the moment we met you. We also could see how others who didn’t know were treating us. You are kind, sweet, and very caring. You are very innocent and the world is not made for someone like you. We took an interest in you for your color, but we would want you to stay because well… we like you” Taehyung said. 

Yoongi was frozen for all but a second before he was pulled into a lap. He didn’t even have time to put up a struggle before someone was kissing him. There was more than one set of hands on him, but he strangely didn’t mind it. 

“Yoongi, you complete us. Why would we let you go? Your our little clover. Sometimes its okay to not have all the answers to the why’s. To the obvious questions… sometimes its okay to admit that you have loft and accept whatever is in front of you. Besides you want to be here, right?” Jimin asked with his silky voice. 

Yoongi made eye contact with everyone else in the room. Taehyung was holding him by his hips, just like he did in the car he forced him into. Jungkook looked just as intimidating as his eyes practically devoured Yoongi. Hoseok had the charming smile he wore the first time he spoke to Yoongi under that one tree. Jimin looked sincere as his eyes held their red glow, the same glow from the stranger who gave him the phone he left in the classroom. Namjoon looked as intimidating as the lead gunman on the train did the day Seokjin saved him. And Seokjin looked seconds away from wrapping him up in a blanket and playing with his hair like he did so many weeks ago in the car. 

There were no doubt that these men liked him. Of course, we would want to stay here. They saved him. They care for him and they would keep him safe. They would never try to hurt or manipulate him. 

“I want to be here,” Yoongi said receiving six devious smiles in return.

[nomimits7]

So, My life took a very sudden turn.

I am working in South Korea. My sister worked with me. We had a camp season which was almost 5 weeks long. She left recently and I kind of fell into a slummm...

I will try my best to get the last chapter out as soon as I can. No promises though. Life sucks.

[nomimits7]

~ Happy ~ | 7

Well, I should probably warn you, I'll be just fine.

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.

Yoongi felt jittery. Everything that happened felt like a dream. Once he left the company, Yoongi started to doubt that any of it was real. He hasn’t signed a contract yet. It has only been a few days, but Yoongi expected some sort of communication. To make matters worse (read: a little better), his professor cancelled their one class. Professor Choi claimed that he would be finishing the last two colors in one lesson and hand out every students certificate of completion. The one thing that held Yoongi back from getting a job in the first place. 

His last class was today. Yoongi even let Namjoon know that he would be finishing his classes today via email (like the professional he is) to try and provoke any form of communication from the other. But, nothing. Not even a telegram or smoke signals. 

On the bright side, if this all was just some sick joke from the company, Yoongi would at least be able to try his hand again at getting an internship at some smaller company. He’ll have the right papers after all. It broke his spirit slightly that he was just the pawn in someone elses game of boredom, but what could he do? He survived worse. 

Getting ready to leave, Yoongi let out a bitter chuckle as he dressed more appropriate for class. After he left the company a few days ago, he almost immediately did all his washing. Heck he even did the dishes. He had no idea why he’s done it, maybe it due to Seokjin’s reaction the other day, but he did feel a little more awake and ready that he had a few minutes ago in his simple sweat pants and T-shirt he was going to wear. 

Today was the day his life would change for the better. He just had to sit through one more class. One more and he’ll be free to take his pick of the companies he wanted to work for. Most of them did show interest in him before they discovered his lack of aura qualification. 

Yoongi quickly left his apartment. Maybe he would even start looking for a better place to live. Hell, he might even get a new haircut today. With a slight skip in his step, Yoongi entered his final aura class. Not knowing how much his life was truly about to change. 

***

“Indigo’s have always been associated with mystery. This is mostly due to the rarity of the color itself. An individual that has this aura is usually seen as an extremely sophisticated person. This helps them achieve higher ranking positions. They carry an air of dominance that just makes others listen to them. They know how much power they have and this makes them very confident people. 

Like most of the other rarer colors, in the Ancient world, Indigo was a sign of great wealth or high ranking status due to the complexity at creating or extracting the colour from nature. This could also be why we see Indigo’s as higher than most colors when it comes to importance. 

Indigo’s are intelligent by nature. They have a, what most would call, scary sense of perception. They have a strangely deep insight into a deeper conciousness. Some people even believe they possess the ability to tell the future. But most people see Indigo’s as people with integrity and sincerity, despite their dominating appearance, thus they are seen as the most reliable people. 

Seeing an Indigo is almost unheard of, but there are people with this color aura. Their aura’s are more difficult to spot because their color is derived from purple and blue. But trust me when I tell you that an Indigo knows they are an indigo. They can feel their own power” Professor Choi said. 

Everything made much more sense. Namjoon was exactly what the professor just described. He was in a position of power, he was dominating and held a very powerful presence, but he was also so kind and yes, he was indifferent at first, but he was soft with Yoongi. 

In fact, everything he has learned about the different auras has been proven correct by all the men he has met, which in itself was strange. Yoongi is almost certain he is the only person alive that can say he has almost met all the colors of the rainbow. He has yet to befriend a red or green aura, but atleast Yoongi can say he’s had atleast one proper conversation with every color he has come into contact with. 

“Right, on to the last color which is green. There isn’t much I would like to say about the color as much of the knowledge on the color is still lost after the devastating wipe out that took place. 

Green is a color that isn’t stable. It’s a color that fades depending on the persons ability and emotional state. This is one of the many reasons they were wiped out. In the Ancient world, green was a color of nature. As seen today still, green is quiet the dominating color in nature. There are speculation that they were used in some emotions, but there are no evidence of this. 

Green’s were people that was mainly associated with restfulness and harmony. They were extremely peaceful people. Soft and dare I say, fragile people. They were easily dominated by the other colors. Yet, in a rainbow, Green’s held the balance within their relationships. 

The wipe-out is one of the most saddest parts of our history. In short, people got scared by the power Green’s unknowingly held. They brought security and positivity. Some colors didn’t want the peace. So, they decided to kill any and all Green’s. Today, there aren’t any green auras. Well, that we know of. Most people keep it a secret, and for good reasons. 

With what we know, Green’s were thinkers. They could analyze situations and come up with the most logical solutions. They could stay calm in any, if not all situations. How much of this is true, we don’t know. But what we do know is that even with their analytical thinking ability, Green’s were easily influenced by others. They were gullible and that ultimately lead to their demise. 

One rumour that has been making it’s rounds is that Green’s are reflectors. They reflect the other aura colors. That also gives them the ability to hide in public. They will reflect the colors closets to them on the color spectrum much more brighter than the colors further away from them. So Yellow’s and Blue’s would reflect stronger than the other colors. 

It is believed that Green’s are lonely people. They can be stubborn and selfish to an extend. They don’t trust easily” Professor Choi concluded. The class was eerily silent as the monumental information sunk in. Yoongi has never seen another green. It was hard enough keeping his own aura color a secret. It took him years to learn how to reflect, but once he could his world came crashing down when his parents were killed because of him. Because they kept him a secret.

He was truly lonely, as Professor Choi so elegantly said. Yooongi could just hope that he would never be in a situation where he’d have to run. Not again. He was tired of running. 

“Right, I will start handing out the certifications of those who passed all the assignments. Once you receive your certification or the new applications for those who failed, you may leave the class. Thank you everyone, and goodbye” Professor Choi said as he satred making his way around the class with the papers. 

Yoongi was very relieved once he held his certification in his hand. He could almost cry. Scratch that, a few tears did fall from his eyes. He was finally going to get what he has been working so hard for. A hand on his shoulder nearly made Yoongi drop his precious certification. Spinning around, Yoongi game face to face with a slightly familiar face.

“Hey you left your pho-. Wait, aren’t you the same guy that left his phone in class a few weeks ago?” The same red auras guy said as he held up Yoongi’s phone. One he would gladly have replaced once he secured a job. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. Thank you, I didn’t even realize it fell out of my bag. Maybe I have a hole or something because I didn’t take it out” Yoongi said as he took his phone from the still smiling Red infront of him. 

“Maybe, but I could have sworm I saw you on your phone before classes started. You looked like you were waiting for a message or something. Anyway, Congratulations on passing this cursed class!” Red said as he smiled at Yoongi.

“Ah, thank you. I hope you passed as well. Thank you for my phone. I am actually waiting for a message from a company, but I guess they are reconsidering me. Anyway, I best be going. I have job applications waiting for me” Yoongi said as he slightly waved at Red. He had a long day ahead of himself. He was positive he’d have an internship by the end of the week! But in order for that to happen he had to get to filling out the pile of applications he has at home. 

“I am very pleased to see that paper in your hand Yoongi” A deep voice said as he exited his classroom. Namjoon was leaning against a wall, right outside of the door. Jungkook was standing next to him with a shit eating grin on his face. It made Yoongi uncomfortable for some strange reason. 

“Uh, thank you?” Yoongi said as he recovered from his initial shock. He had no idea why they were here. They haven’t contacted him in almost a week and now suddenly they are here? How do they even know his schedule. He knows he only has like one class, but still, the aura class has like 5 time slots to choose from. 

“Right, now that the uselessness is out of the way, are you ready to move to your new place? We’ll sign the contract and then we can help you shift. I would much prefer you to be shifted before th eend of the day” Namjoon said. His confidence and dominance oozed out around him. It even made a few of the student around them shrink away. 

Yoongi was slightly pissed at this point. He knew that they had mentioned moving and contracts, but he didn’t hear from them afte their conversation. How could they just expect him to drop everything and now suddenly shift into a new life. Yes, he wants to work for the company. Yes, he needs to move out and get his shit in order. Yes, he would like to to do so as quickly as possible, but this was a bit to much. It’s like they are pushing for something. He didn’t like it. 

“I’m very sorry Namjoon, but I haven’t heard from you in a week and I am not at all prepared to shift. Besides, I haven’t looked at my options. I would like to work for your company, but you have to see this from my view point” Yoongi said as he slightly scouled and huffed. He would not be bossed around yet. He hasn’t signed anything yet. 

“Taehyung said you had a stubbornness to you, but I had to come and see it for myself. No matter, we had a verbal agreement. Yes, I understand this is sudden, but the quicker you move, the better. Ah, here comes Jimin. He’ll be able to help out in this situation” Namjoon said as he completely disregarded the afronted noise Yoongi made at his words.

“Hello again, I seem to have stumbled into a very tense situation. Usually I am the cause of this. Namjoon what have you done?” A very familiar voice said as an arm came to rest on Yoongi’s shoulder. Turning around slightly, Yoongi game face to face with Red. The phone guy… The same guy he talked to not more than 5 minutes ago. 

“Yoongi here doesn’t want to shift today. He’s being very unreasonable and stubborn” Jungkook chirpped from Namjoons side. Yoongi turned his head so fast to protest that he nearly gave himself whiplash. 

“Have you talked to him about it again before now? No, I thought so. Of Course he would be hesitant. It’s a big change, but alas, let me see what I can do. Hey Yoongi, can you look at me quickly? I promise you can argue with Kookie in a few seconds” Red said as he took a hold of Yoongi’s chin. 

When Yoongi’s eyes met Reds, he could have sworn they were shining a bright red. It was hypnotising to a degree. He felt his mind go quiet and become loud at the same time. It was quite a bizarre feeling. 

“There you go, good boy. Can I tell you a secret?” Red said as he started stroking Yoongi’s cheek as if he was made of glass. Yoongi could only nod his head. He didn’t feel in control at all. He had a strange feeling that he needed to make this person happy, no matter what happens. Red leaned in close to Yoongi’s neck as he began to whisper in his ear.

“Thr professor was wrong about Red’s. We have the power to help people make decisions. Ones we want them to make. Even if they already decided against them. And do you know the best part of having a gift like this? You won’t remember being forced. Once the spell wears off it will feel like your own choice all along. Isn’t that nice? Now, how about we get you moved so you can settle? I know of a few colors that are anxious to have you tucked away from the world. You must be so tired of fighting and struggling after your parents died. Let us take care of you now” Red said as Yoongi felt his mind melt and reform. 

Yes, shifting sounds nice. He would like to move to a new place today. Maybe he could nap as well. He was so tired of everything. Naps always fixed everything. Yoongi’s dazed eyes swiveled around to meet Namjoon’s. The other had a smirk on his face as they made eye contact. Almost as if he knew something was about to happen in his favour. 

“I would like to shift today please. Also, could I maybe take a nap? I feel tired” Yoongi said in a soft voice. He sounded a lot like a lost boy trying to get some pity from a passing stranger. This was almost too easy. 

“Good boy” Namjoon said as he took Yoongi into his arms as he started walking towards a expensive looking car. Red and Jungkook followed close behind, effortlessly sliding into the car. Red leaned back as he regarded the drowsy eyed boy. 

“Hey Yoongi, I’m Jimin. It’s nice to finally get to talk to you properly” Jimin said with a smile. Yoongi blinked at the other. Jimin, what a nice name for such a nice person. 

***

Turns out the shift was into a house that all of the other people Yoongi have met lived. If his calculations were right, they were technically a full rainbow, which was unheard of. He had no idea if they knew of his aura color, but he was slightly on edge about it. 

Don’t get him wrong, they have all been super nice to him. Namjoon and Hoseok has been helping him adjust at the company very well. And if Yoongi was completely honest, it was nice to have someone make all his meals for him. Seokjin and Jungkook were very good cooks. 

Yoongi couldn’t complain. He was happier than he has ever been, even before his parents died. Don’t get him wrong. He loved his parents, but as soon as they discovered what he was, they changed into his personal prison guards. 

Yoongi felt free. Weirdly so considering that he has noticed that the other doesn’t like it when he is seen by others people. They are oddly over protective of him. It’s kind of nice, different from how his parents used to be. It made his curious as too why they wer elike this. 

“Namjoon?” Yoongi said as he neutered the others home office. Namjoon often worked from home when Yoongi slept late due to working into the early hours of the morning. He rarely left Yoongi alone at home or work. To the point that Yoongi’s studio was linked to his office. 

“Yes?” Namjoon said as he looked up from his computer. He looked slightly less intimidating in his casual clothing. Especially considering these had small coffee stains on them. 

“Why, why am I- Why do you guys act different when there are other people around me? I mean, I can stand my ground. I know how to interact with others in a company. I know they will slightly look down on me considering that I am the new one” Yoongi said as he sat down on the couch. 

“Yoongi, I think you are misinterpreting our actions. We don’t act different. We are just protective. You see, you are special to us, little clover” Namjoon said as he reached for his phone. He looked relaxed and not at all like this was a serious conversation he was taking part in. It irked Yoongi slightly. 

“You do act different. It’s like you don’t want me to interact with anyone else. And what do you mean I’m special? I know my beats are good. I know I have a special way of making music but that doesn’t mean I’m different from any other producer or even intern” Yoongi said as his voice took on a defensive tone. 

“You are not ready to know yet, Clover” Namjoon said. His voice carried a hint of warning that Yoongi unwisely chose to ignore. He wanted answers. It’s as if all his pent up frustration of the years came barreling forward. He had no way of stopping it before it was too late. 

“Bullshit. Not ready for what? Do you have any idea what I had been through before now? No!” Yoongi all but screamed. “You have no idea what it means to fight for your life, every single fucking day. You have the perfect little idea of this world” Yoongi was breathing heavily by the time he stopped screaming to take a breath. 

Namjoon just stared at him. He didn’t look phased at all by the little outburst. His eyes did hold a sharpness to it that wasn’t there when Yoongi entered the room. It made Yoongi shrink back a bit. Namjoon stood up slowly. His face held no hint of what was going through his mind, but his aura seemed to swirl around his body. 

“I-I’m sorry. I don’t know where that came from” Yoongi stuttered as he slowly backed away from the approaching man. Namjoon’s lips twitched as he regarded Yoongi as he stalked closer. 

“It’s okay clover. I’ll fix it. I’ll make it all better. You have to understand that we know about everything that happened to you. We DO know your pain. We want to make it better. Make it up to you. Let me fix it for you. I promise you you’ll understand in time” Namjoon said as he took Yoongi into his arms. Yoongi felt a sudden light headedness as Namjoon embraced him. He felt drowsy and weak and uncomfortably unstable on his own two feet.

“Wh-what do you mean?” Yoongi forced out as he fought against the pull of sleep. Namjoon leaned down as he nosed at Yoongi’s neck. The sensation foreign to Yoongi, it it instilled a sense of comfort that he hasn’t felt in a very long time. 

“We were responsible for everything that happened, little clover. It was all part of the plan to get you right were we want you. Were we need you. Vulnerable and so, so dependant” His voice held a sinister tint to it as he whispered into Yoongi’s hair. Yoongi felt his heart stop. 

“W-what?” Yoongi croaked out just before everything faded to black.

Chapter 8

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long. I will make a post explaining if you are interested in why this update took me almost twelve life times! Thank you for reading!

[nomimits7]

~ Happy ~ | 6

Well give me all you got, don't hold back

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.

Yoongi woke up as the car parked in what looked like a basement. It took him a while to remember where he was and why, but as soon as he did, dread filled him. He didn’t want to be here. He just wanted to be alone and wallow in self pity for a while longer. He wasn’t ready for another rich self absorbed asshole to tell him just how bad he really was. That his dreams were useless and insignificant. He knew that already. 

Taehyung soon opened the door and unbuckled his seatbelt. It was weird being treated like a helpless child, especially by the same person that put Yoongi in his slump, but Yoongi just didn’t have any strength in him to fight it at the moment. It was just another thing to add to his list of things to feel embarrassed by. 

Luckily, Taehyung didn’t pick him up and carry him like Yoongi expected. He simply guided  Yoongi out of the car and lead him into an elevator. He didn’t speak a word as they rode to the top floor. What did surprise Yoongi was when Taehyung led him into a bathroom instead of a big daunting office. He silently made Yoongi stand close the the sink as he wiped his eyes for him. It was only then that Yoongi realized he was trying to erase any trace of crying that might still linger on his face. 

“You can’t meet the big boss looking like this. I mean, he would like it. Your eyes shine brighter after you cried, but maybe we can wait before he sees you like that. You want to make a good first impression” Taehyung softly whispered as he wiped at Yoongi’s cheeks. 

Yoongi was confused and slightly taken a back, but he felt a little vulnerable and appreciated the soft words Taehyungs spoke to him, but it also unnerved him how this Taehyung was a complete one eighty now, compared to the one he met outside of his classroom. It’s was almost like that interaction never happened. Was Yoongi going insane? 

“Why- why are you…” Yoongi whispered as Taehyung started smoothing out his clothes. He felt a little off kilter with the whole situation he found himself in. Taehyung simply hummed as he continued in his task to make Yoongi look presentable, well as presentable as someone who woke up with the sole purpose of just going to class could look. 

“Why do you care what the boss thinks of me?” Yoongi asked softly. Taehyung hands paused for a few seconds before they went back to messing with his hair. It looked like he was contemplating his answer carefully. 

“What do you mean? I want you to make a good first impression, even if you might fail. You never know. This could lead to big changes for you” Taehyung said as he softly caressed Yoongi’s face. 

“Well, I just assumed you wouldn’t because of what you said before we got into the car” Yoongi said.

“And what exactly did I say that would make you think that?” Taehyung said calmly. As if he was simply talking to a child that couldn’t see reason.

“You literally called me a self-proclaimed producers. You told me I was a nobody. Unworthy of anything.” Yoongi said, his voice held a slight bit of frustration to it as he tried to get away from the other. 

“I never said you were unworthy. I simply stated some facts that might change in the near future. Maybe you are just bitter because you have been struggling for a long time to find success. I’m in your corner here. I want you to be successful.” Taehyung said softly as he cupped Yoongi’s face. 

It felt like Yoongi had a terrible case of whiplash. He was so confused over what was happening that he failed to see the glint in Taehyungs eyes. His mind was working a mile a minute to try and figure out what really happened. Did Taehyung really not say those things? Was Yoongi going crazy? 

Maybe he was just stressed with the demo and his stupid aura class. They just learned about purples but what the professor said and how Taehyung has acted were complete opposites. Taehyung was mean, even if he was now softly guiding Yoongi out of the bathroom. Perhaps this was Yoongi’s walk to his execution. It sure felt like it. 

The office he was lead into was exactly like the ones you would read about in those mafia stories. Mahogany wood, dark aesthetic with unnecessary big windows, completed with a leather couch and low lighting. Heck, Yoongi was slightly disappointed that there wasn’t a damn fire place to finish the whole old-money-mafia-leader vibes off. 

Seokjin was seated in one of the leather coughs, sipping a glass that most probably had wiskey in it. (If the stories were correct) His face lit up when his eyes caught Yoongi’s but it soon changed to concern once he took in his state. Yoongi wasn’t sure what he saw, perhaps his raggy clothes, but he didn’t like that look. It resembled pity way to closely. 

Before Seokjin could voice his concerns, another voice drew Yoongi’s attention. This man was literally a mafia boss. No one would be able to convince Yoongi otherwise. He was just… Woah. Power oozed out of him as his aura glowed around him, a slight darker blue-purple mix. His eyes appeared to have a slight white glow to them as he pinned Yoongi with a look.

“What did you do to him Taehyung? Why was he crying and why does he look like you dragged him out of his bed? How many times do I have to tell you that is impolite to do? You can’t just kidnap people without asking them first” A deep silky voice said. Yup, definitely a mafia boss man. 

“I did not kidnap him! Well sort of not. He was in class, thank you very much. I merely helped him into the car!” Taehyung sassed back as he crossed his arms in an attempt at defiance. 

“You went to class in THAT? What the hell Yoongi?” Seokjin all but screached from his spot on the couch. The man looked personally offended at the mere thought of leaving his house dressed in anything but a suit. Boy would he have a heart attack if he knew what Yoongi wore over the weekends. He still haven’t done his washing from two weeks ago. In his own defence, the clothes were fine. He never left his house in them. Well, except for this morning. 

“I only have one class. I don’t dress up for a 7 am class. No one does” Yoongi weakly said. Seokjin once again looked like he wanted to say more before the mafia boss guy spoke up again.

“Anyway. Thank you for coming on such short notice. We haven’t had the pleasure of meeting, but Jin over here told me a great deal about you Yoongi. He is very adamant that I hire you as a producer in my company. I am sure you know that my company is one of the best. Now, usually I wouldn’t be interested in a no-name producer such as yourself, but because he asked and Hobi has backed him up, I am willing to listen to your work. You somehow even managed to get Jungkook to like you. That kid is as stubborn as his aura color suggests” Mafia boss man began. 

Yoongi was slightly taken aback. Firstly, he could see why Taehyung was as forward with his words. His boss certainly didn’t hold back on the insults. Secondly, Seokjin, Hoseok, and Jungkook insisted on this man hiring Yoongi? Did he really impress them that much? 

“Do you have anything noteworthy for me to listen to? Or are you as unprepared as half of the world population?” The still-nameless, mafia boss said. 

“I-I do actually have something. It’s not the demo I wanted to show you, but it’s one of my own songs that I made” Yoongi said as he swung his hab around to retrieve one of his USB sticks. 

“You made a song? Like a new song? That’s a first for a no-name. Anyway, let’s give it a listen. Does it have a name atleast?” boss man said. He was clearly not here to make friends as he impatiently extended his hand to Yoongi for the stick. 

“Namjoon, there is absolutely no need for you to be that professional. Yoongi will spoon be part of our little family. My goodness you haven’t even told him your name!” Seokjin said. His voice held a scolding tone, even if he had a slight smile on his face. 

“I’ll introduce myself if his work is good. Otherwise why would I bother” Namjoon (aparrently) answered as he plugged the stick into his computer. 

“A-Amygdala, that’s the one I had in mind” Yoongi said as he had to physically keep himself from bolting. 

The room was silent as the music began. Yoongi closed his eyes as he listened to his own voice singing. His songs have never been heard by anyone else. He usually send in sound track demos to the companies he applied to. His own songs were personal and meant a lot more than what anyone else would be able to realize. 

Once the song was done, Yoongi refused to lift his head or open his eyes as the silence stretched on for what felt like decades. Yoongi knew this all was just a fantasy he had made up. Any moment now they would be laughing at him. He was sure that they would make sure all the other company owners know within the week not to hire someone as pathetic as Yoongi. Nothing good ever happens to him. 

The soft touch of a finger under his chin, made Yoongi gasp. He opened his eyes as his face was lifted up slowly. He came face to face with the mafia boss man Namjoon. The man had a strange look in his eyes as his eyes swept over Yoongi’s face. Before Yoongi could stop it, a single tear escaped his eye. Namjoon’s eyes followed it as it made its way down Yoongi’s face. This seemed to soften his eyes even more. 

“Have we made it to hard for you, sweet clover?” Namjoon whispered as he whipped Yoongi’s tears. 

“What?” Yoongi asked as his eyes met Namjoon’s in some type of stare contest. 

“I asked if what you said in your song is true. Do you still feel like that?” Namjoon asked. Yoongi couldn’t answer him as he stared back at Namjoon. This was not what Namjoon had asked at first. Yoongi knew as much, yet he only stared at the other. 

“That was a very beautiful song Yoongi. I didn’t know you could sing and rap. Why haven’t you pursued a career in that?” Seokjin asked as he too came closer to Yoongi and Namjoon. Seokjin’s eyes briefly lifted to something behind Yoongi as he nodded and shifted his attention back to Yoongi. Before Yoongi could turn his head around to see what Seokjin has seen, Namjoon swept down and pecked him on his cheek. 

‘You’ll do perfectly. Just what we need. Now, let’s introduce ourselves properly. Hello, I’m Namjoon. I am the CEO of this company. I run a tight ship and all music go through me before anything sees the outside world. I do not tolerate any slacking, but I don’t think that would be a problem with you. I am pleased to hire you. If you are still interested, that is. You would be getting your own studio, which you can decorate and change as you wish. The company will paay for it. You also don’t need to take those lousy classes anymore. We can tell you anything there is to know. What do you say?” Namjoon said, still holding onto Yoongi’s face softly. 

“I- wha- wait, you want to hire me? Not as an intern,but as a producer?” Yoongi stuttered once he got over his initial shock from the peck Namjoon left on his cheek. His brain was a little slow to catch up, but once it did it almost stopped entirely. He was not going to be an intern… he was going to be a full fletched producer. One with his own studio! Whatever this was he couldn’t say no to it. 

“Yes, you would of course have a brief shadowing period. You would need to trail hebind Hobi or even me for a while, just until you are more comfortable getting around. After that I can introduce you to everyone properly. I believe you have met most of the important people?” Namjoon said, tilting his head slightly. 

“He hasn’t met Jimin yet” Seokjin said softly. Somehow he has made his way behind Yoongi while Namjoon was talking. He was standing way to close to Yoongi. It was weirdly comfortingly uncomfortable. If that made sense. 

“I- Yes, I would love to work for you! I don’t mind a observation or shadowing period, at all! Also, My classes are almost done. I believe I only have two left before the aura class is done. Were almost through the colors. Just two left” Yoongi quickly said before he lost his nerves. 

“Perfect. I will get a contract drafted. Perhaps your classes will be done by then and you can focus on being with us. There are some… how do I say this? Requirements? Would you be willing to move to a different place?” Namjoon asked. This was strange. Why would he have to move? Not that Yoongi minded moving. ANything would be better than his current shoebox. Heck, he would even move in with one of these guys. Maybe Hoseok or Jungkook are looking for a roommate? Yeah, maybe moving wouldn’t be that bad. 

“Um, sure. Why? If I may ask. Not that I mind, my current apartment isn’t ideal, but it is kind of strange” Yoongi asked. 

“Oh, we have found that it just helps with production and team building. Anyway, welcome to the team Yoongi!” Seokjin said, squeezing Yoongi’s shoulders. 

“Thank you! It was a pleasure meeting you Namjoon, and seeing you again Seokjin. My professor told me seeing a blue aura is rare and today I saw two. Maybe my luck is turning!” Yoongi said with a slight giggle. Namjoon simply smiled at him. His eyes held a million secrets as he stared at Yoongi for a few minutes before he spoke again. His words made Yoongi slightly freeze in place as they sunk in. 

“Silly little clover. I’m an Indigo”

Chapter 7

[nomimits7]

~ Happy ~ | 5

Here comes bad news talking this or that

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.

“Do you live alone Yoongi?” Jungkook asks. They have been working for a few hours now. The atmosphere has been calm. All three of them got lost in their work. Yoongi’s ears were being blessed by Hoseoks voice blasting in his headphones as he added some echos and adlibs. So, it came as no surprise when he jumped slightly to hear a different voice in the once quiet room. 

“Uh, yeah. Why?” Yoongi asked. It was only natural for him to be surprised by the question. He wasn’t sure why, but it made a spike of anxiety roll through his body. Maybe it was just because he wasn’t used to sharing his personal life with anyone else. Yoongi also had some bad experiences with trusting people, so he was naturally hesitant to share too much of himself. 

“Oh, no reason. Just want to get to know you. You’re a really quiet person and naturally, I was just wondering if you are just shy or if you don’t really know how to talk to people” Jungkook says matter of factly. He looks curiously at Yoongi, almost expectantly. Yoongi knew he could see the hesitance in his eyes. He knew it was painfully obvious that he didn’t trust them at all. They have only been hanging out for a few weeks. 

Yoongi has no idea how to answer a question like that. How much was too much to share? Why does he struggle to open up to people? Should he trust these two men? Could it be that he is hesitant because he lives alone? Is he shy or just weird? All these questions were now swimming around in his head and none of them seems to have an answer. 

“Hey, we're friends, aren’t we? I now me and you started of on the wrong foot, but your cool. You can trust us” Jungkook said as he looked at Yoongi. A pang of guilt made its way through Yoongi’s system as Jungkook words. He was right, they were friends. Yes, he and Jungkook started of rocky, but the younger has been going out of his way to make it up to him. He has been giving him rides, bringing him food, and he even bought Yoongi some new headphones. Of course, Yoongi should be able to trust them. Then why was he hesitating? 

“Hey, Jungkook. Leave him alone. He’ll trust you when he trusts you! Give him time. Not everyone can be as open as you. Anyway, Yoongi. I believe I have completed this segment of the song. Do you want to listen to it all together?” Hoseok interjected. 

Yoongi quickly scrambled over to the other side to take hold of Hoseok's earphones. The song was good. He could hear just how hard Hoseok had worked on it. It made a stinge of jealousy run through him at the thought of someone else doing something better than he could, in a field where he was supposed to be the top. 

“So, I know Hoseok said not to pester you, but I do have one more question I feel is fair to ask. What color is your aura? I can’t seem to pinpoint the color by just looking at you” Jungkook asked once Yoongi took off the headphones. 

“Uh, well. I don’t know, actually. My color has always been too weak to pinpoint it to any one of the colors” Yoongi said, eyes a little distant as he thought back to all the times he had been alienated just because he seemingly had no aura color. 

“Wait, you don’t know your color? How did you fill out your applications for well… anything?” Hoseok asked.

“I, well. I guessed? And when they asked me why they couldn’t see my aura I just said that it was weak” Yoongi said. He knew it wasn’t very smart to lie about his aura, but what else could he have done? He has no idea how to test his aura color and without a steady income he couldn’t do the aura test. 

“Ah, I see. Maybe we can help you. If you manage to get the position under Seokjin’s company, they could cover the costs for that test. It’s kind of a mandatory thing to do, but the results stays between you and the big boss. Seokjin said you need to give him a demo right? Why don’t you give him a full song?” Hoseok said excitedly. 

“Yeah! We can help you. What do you need from us? Do you want me to sing? Oh, please let me sing” Jungkook all but wined from his seat. Yoongi felt the excitement in his bones at the idea of impressing his potential boss to the point of him becoming a permanent employee. 

“You would help me?” Yoongi couldn’t help but ask. He still didn’t believe them when they told him they were his friends. 

“Of course, what are friends for?” Hoseok answered. 

***

“Violets are one of the most captivating aura colors to see. Some people are blessed with such a deep color that it almost looks blue. Often these people are associated with creativity, nobility, and spiritual insight. 

It’s nothing strange to see a Violet dressed in the latest fashion, or how others would describe it, odd clothing. In ancient times, the color violet was the sign of power, luxury, and mysticism. It was hard and very expensive to make any shade of violet and that is why we believe the ancient royals wore the colors. 

Our historians have also recently discovered some old-world manuscripts that hint at the possibility that violet and purple colors were symbols of divinity. The manuscripts described the gods of the old world to have been dressed in violets and purples as they ruled over their world. This is also why we also believe that violets hold the key between the physical and spiritual world. 

Violets are very rare to see. Usually, they are made part of a partial rainbow as soon as they are of legally binding age. They are kept from the public eye and treasured by their fellow bond colors. There is no explanation as to why most partial rainbows hide their violet auras, but seeing a violet is an honor not everyone gets to have. 

The biggest gifts that are associated with violets include sensitivity, compassion, beauty, and imagination. These auras are very useful in positions of power as they can change fear into positive emotions by simply being in the same room as the so-called target” Professor Choi began as he flipped through slides of badly edited pictures of so-called violets. 

Perhaps no one has ever really seen a Violet and thus they had to make up most of what they claim to know about said color. Its a little unsettling to think a color could be that rare. Like, out of all the students in the lecture room, no one has ever seen a violet? Impossible. They had to be myths. 

“Professor? Don’t you think that that could be the reason most people hide their Violets? Maybe they are scared that someone in a position of power might steal them and use them during negotiations or whatever? If Violets have such a strong impact on the people in a room, I would have used them to rise up in the ranks” A cocky red-aura student said as he smirked at his so-called entourage. It was clear that he was still a freshman that had zero life experience. 

“Well, that reason alone might be why Violets are so rare. Violets have control over their abilities, like every other color. Just because they can be used to help someone gain power unfairly, doesn’t mean they do. This is one of the instances where one of the so-called bad traits is used for good. They can be arrogant and stubborn. They are rare, but not easy to convince to do anything that could lead to bad results” Professor Choi said. He had a smirk of his own as he watched the student's face fall. 

Yoongi has to admit, it was very satisfying to see. Just as Professor Choi was about to dismiss the class, a new student walked in. The whole class gasped as they stared at the young man's aura. His aura was a deep Violet color. He was dressed in casual clothes, nothing like the professor indicated, and his voice was deep as he spoke. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt professor. I’m Kim Taehyung and I am looking for a student. My boss has been trying to call him for the past hour, he wants to hear his progress on the demo he is working on. A Min Yoongi? I would appreciate any assistance as I don’t like being disturbed like this on one of my off days” The man, Taehyung said. He looked bored and slightly irritated 

The whole class glanced around in search of the mysterious Yoongi. Yoongi quickly took out his phone and nearly fainted at the sight of over twenty missed calls. Crap, so much for not making a bad impression for his, perhaps not future job. 

***

“I am so sorry,” Yoongi said as he met up with Taehyung outside of the lecture hall. After his little speech, the other had just upped and left through the doors once he received no answer. This man was clearly not someone who possessed an ounce of patience. 

“I presume you are the infamous Min Yoongi who apparently has some hearing problem?” Taehyung sassed as he folded his arms over his chest. 

Correction. This man was clearly not someone that anyone could easily like. It reminded Yoongi a bit of how he met Jungkook. Yes, the other was just your average asshole at first, but he turned out to be nothing but a clingy bunny. This specimen before him, however, seemed to be leaning towards a kitten. A very angry kitten. 

“I’m not deaf” Yoongi retorted softly as he slowly followed behind Taehyung. The other merely scoffed at his weak retort as he lead them to a parked black van. This was clearly how Yoogi would die. He knew Taehuyng looked familiar. Maybe he was part of the bandits that shot up the train and now they were taking out all the witnesses. 

“You might not be deaf, but I also don’t see why my boss would want anything to do with the likes of you. You're just another unknown self-proclaimed producer who has nothing to his name. I bet you don’t even have a family” Taehyung sneered as he got in the car. He didn’t even wait for Yoongi to get in before starting it. 

Yoongi stood frozen outside of the car. He knew he was unknown in the producer world but what this practical stranger just said was unfair and rude. He studied his ass off to be the best student. He worked horrible double shifts at stores just to pay for his studies. He tried his best to get a good internship and now that a golden opportunity came by, he is called useless. No, he won’t allow some uptight probably born rich prick to tell him what he is and what he isn’t. Clearly this guy has never had to fight for what he wanted. 

“Do you need me to open the door for you princess?” Taehyungs voice pulled him out of his spiraling thoughts. This mother fu-

“I am not. Just so you know. I don’t waste my time with useless things” Taehyung continued as he turned to stare out the front window. Yoongi had enough. He would rather strip down to his birthday suit and parade around campus screaming he loved clowns who get in a car with someone who has no sense of humanity. So, he did what anyone else would have done. He turned and started walking away. He would get to the company on his own. 

“Hey, where do you think you are going?” Taehyung screamed as he saw Yoongi walk towards the subway. Yoongi just kept quiet as he walked. He didn’t need to waste his breath on some stranger. 

“Are you kidding me? Are you really going to act like a child? Get in the fucking car. We are already late because of you” Taehyung said. He must have gotten out of the car at some point because his voice sounded a lot closer than it was a few seconds ago. 

“I am not the childish one that insults people they know nothing about. You must be really fucking stupid if you think I will get in a car with you after you made me feel like absolute dirt. Just because you were born into some privilege doesn’t give you the right to assume anyone is any less than you” Yoongi sneered as he rounded a corner and started to jog towards the subway entrance. 

He would have made it if strong arms hadn’t scooped him up onto a very sturdy shoulder. He would never admit out loud that he squeaked in surprise at the sudden action, but he also would not go down without a fight. He started to wiggle as much as a worm on a hot rock would. He could feel himself slipping off of the shoulder when a sharp smack made him freeze. In his moment of brief shock, his attacker twisted his body around. Reaggranging him onto their hip like a child. 

“You should eat more. You weigh barely any more than my baby cousins. Also, you were rude at first. If you had just answered when I called for you, we wouldn’t have gotten off on the wrong foot. Now, be a good clover leaf and stay still” Taehyung said as he swiftly carried a grumbling and slightly squirming Yoongi back to the car. 

Would things really have been better if he had just raised his hand in class? He didn’t mean to make the other mad. He just doesn’t like to be in the spotlight. He froze and looked where it got him, strapped into a car like a child being driven to whoever the boss of Taehyung was to show them a demo that he wasn’t finished with yet. 

He just wants to go home at this point. Maybe take a shower and cry a little. A nap would do him wonders at this point. He thought back to the words Taehyung said earlier. They were true. He isn’t anyone significant and he probably won’t ever be. Before he could stop the tears, they were silently flowing down his cheeks. How did his life end up like this?

Chapter 6

[nomimits7]

~Happy~ | 4

With the air, like I don't care, baby by the way

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.

Yoongi had a headache. He felt disorientated and a bit groggy as he slowly came back to reality from his impromptu nap. He could feel a hand in his hair and a warm heat under his cheek. He tried to shuffle closer to the source. A distant chuckle along with a muttered cute was the final push he needed to open his eyes. 

It was dark. The lights of the room seemed to be dimmed. He belatedly realized that he wasn’t sitting on the couch anymore, but he had somehow migrated into someone's lap. He was physically being cradled in someone's arms, like a small child. It felt oddly familiar to what he experienced in that car.

To his utter relief, his temporary bed was just Jungkook. Why this made him feel relief he had no idea. It could be the fact that he was familiar with the younger, which in itself was a hundred times better than waking up in someone's lap he didn’t know. He knew that from experience. The younger also didn’t seem to mind that much. He protectively held Yoongi in his arms. His one arm was around Yoongi’s back as the other supported his butt. As if Yoongi was someone who needed protection from the big scary world. 

Future Yoongi would most probably question his every life decision at this moment, but as for the present Yoongi, he was way too tired and spiritually drained to even think twice before he wined softly and tried to cuddle more into the other neck. Perhaps to get more sleep, or to hide from the world, either of those could work. Yoongi had no idea if it was because of Jungkooks aura color or what, but the younger was pleasantly warm and he would be an idiot not to take full advantage of that. 

“Oh my goodness he is just precious” Someone cooed in the once-silent room. 

“Shh, He’s had a long day. Let him sleep. I have a sinking suspicion that he hasn’t been sleeping well the last couple of days and what happened just made it ten times worse” Someone else hissed. 

The voices sounded familiar. Yoongi wasn’t exactly sure who they were, but he knew that they were people he have met at least once in his life. It was enough of a realization to pull Yoongi out of the in-between awake and sleeping space he found himself drifting into. 

The lighting hasn’t changed when he opens his eyes again. He made brief eye contact with Jungkook (Which he was still being held by). The younger looked like a deer caught in headlights as he stared at Yoongi. Yoongi didn’t pay him any mind. His attention was drawn to the blue hue that came from the other side of the room. 

The stranger from the train was there. He was sitting on the opposite side of the room with his legs spread wide as he leaned forward on them with his elbows. His face didn’t show any signs that he wanted to intimidate anyone, but the rest of his body wasn’t as friendly. He looked like the mafia boss wannabe portraits you can find on TikTok. 

Yoongi’s eyes must have been huge if the grin that spread on the stranger's face was anything to go by. Strangely enough, the stranger didn’t say anything. He just gazed at Yoongi with a strange glint in his eyes. 

“Yoongi?” Hoseoks voice came from the side. It nearly gave Yoongi a heart attack as he slightly jumped in Jungkooks lap as his head swirled to the side. Hoseok was still seated by the computer setup in his yellow shining glory Yoongi left him in before his impromptu nap. 

“Hi, sleepy head. Are you feeling better? We were scared you died on us there with how unmoving you were on the couch. You gave Jungkookie here a very big scare. So much so that he picked you up to make sure you were okay” Hoseok giggled as he smiled his brilliantly bright smile at the other. 

“Hey, I don’t want to go to jail because he doesn’t know how to take a nap like a normal person” Jungkook grumbled as his arms tightened slightly around Yoongi. Yoongi had a suspicion that he wouldn’t be getting up any time soon. He knew his limits and Jungkook was the last person he wanted to fight with. He chooses life, thank you very much. 

“Oh Hobi, don’t lie to the cutie. We all know Jungkook has a soft spot for anything small and cute. He probably just gave into his urge to hog him” The stranger said with a laugh. This made Jungkook protest very loudly as Yoongi turned a very deep shade of red at the implication that he was the said small and cute thing. 

“Like you wouldn’t have done the same if you were here!” Jungkooks voiced out accusingly. Not doing anything to deny the stranger's claims. Yoongi was slightly surprised at this. Asshole Jungkook? The guy that gave his shoulder a bump so strong it could cause worlds to grumble? The same guy that clearly didn't like Yoongi when they first met officially? Liking something cute and soft? No way.

“Oh, but I did. Did you guys not hear about the train incident?” The stranger said. He sounded kind of smug like he had just won first place or something. 

“No way. You were there? But you don’t take the tra- Ouch! What was that for?” Jungkook complained as he slightly bent forward to rub at his shin. Yoongi naturally bends with his body, putting him in a very uncomfortable position. Maybe his aura color has been wrong all along. Maybe he was meant to be red with how much he has been blushing. 

“Yes, I WAS there. I helped a very small and pretty-looking person there. But they disappeared from my car. If I knew it was one of your friends I would have insisted on bringing him here” The stranger said. 

“No way!” Hoseok and Jungkook said as they stared at Yoongi. Yoongi didn’t know what to say. He had told them what happened but he had no idea that they knew the kind stranger that saved him from the train. If he had he most probably wouldn’t have made a run for it. 

“I didn’t know you knew each other. I probably wouldn’t have run away if I knew” Yoongi said. He felt… guilty for not telling them. Not that he could have because he didn’t know himself, but it made him feel as if he did something wrong. 

“It’s okay. I would have introduced you anyway. Seokjin here is the CEO of this company. I have been playing some of your projects we get as ‘referral’ material in the lectures to him” Hoseok said. He sounded proud of the fact that Yoongi somehow ended up meeting this Seokjin without any introduction. 

“Wait. Did he make those tracks? He’s Agust D? This is fantastic! I would love a producer like that at my company. Yoongi? Right Yoongi, why haven’t you applied to my company? I would have hired you on the spot. Your work is top-tier” Seokkjin said. 

“I did. I applied everywhere, but because I haven’t done the aura course my application never made it past the first stage. It was almost thrown out immediately” Yoongi said. He knew this because he sometimes saw how they threw out his resume seconds after he left. 

“That is outrageous. I will look into it. In the meantime, could you make a demo track for me? You can use the studio if you need to. I would love to listen to it and I need something to convince Namjoon to hire you as a producer. Maybe we could even make your internship shorter. Hell, we might skip it all together. I already have a few projects I want you to work on. Namjoon is the only obstacle, but if your demo is anything like what Hoseok played us that won’t be a problem. I might be the CEO, but he is the one calling the shots. What do you say Yoongi? Do you want to work?” Seokjin said as he glanced back at Yoongi. 

He was practically handing Yoongi’s dream to him on a silver platter. Of course, Yoongi would say yes. He needed this. This job would be the turning point for Yoongi. He was practically vibrating with ideas. His fingers itch to get started on the demo. He couldn’t believe that his entire life could change within the next few weeks if he got this demo right. Everything he gave up could finally pay off. 

***

“Blues are a very unique aura. They are calming colors, yes, but there is so much more to blues than what meets the eye. They have profound meanings when it comes to emotions. This also ties into one of their abilities. But we’ll get to that later. Blue overall is a rare color to get in nature in the natural aspect. In the Old Ancient World, it is believed that blue was a preferred color to wear by most Ancient societies. 

It’s believed that blue was a very expensive color to wear due to its complicated crafting method. This gave Blue the symbolism of wealth, power, and nobility. Once people found easier ways to make blue, it was associated with calmness and peace. They are non-aggressive people that encourage serenity and tranquility amongst their peers. 

Having a blue aura in your circle or rainbow would almost guarantee peace. Blues are the best medicine for any emotional distress. They are highly valued in society today especially because they are more on the rarer side of the known auras. 

I already know you all are wondering about the so-called evil part of Blues so I will tell you to get it out of the way. They were believed to suppress appetite. It was also believed that Blues could manipulate other aura's emotions into their own desired emotion. This extended to mind control of some sort. They were also believed to bring sadness and a sense of false calm to anyone they so desired. But this is untrue. A lot of research has been done and they do not possess those gifts. 

Blue was also associated with law enforcement before the auras. It was a sign of someone who could protect and serve. The colour is associated with trust and dependability to this day and most people with blue auras have higher positions because of that. They were made to be at the top and guard the rest of the auras. 

Now, as I see no blue auras in class I will give you a summary of their supposed personality traits. This way I can’t offend anyone and you all get to learn more about them. Blues are said to be confident. They display strength and mostly motivate others. They are honest and trustworthy when they are given any responsibility. Even if they are confident some of the Blues can be considered as Introverts. Some Blues prefer to keep to themselves. They are loyal and good listeners and it is said that they are excellent partners to any other aura color. 

They can sometimes be stubborn, but that comes with the responsibility they are often given. Blues are a very important part of society. They are respected and for good reason. If you are ever so lucky to meet a Blue. be respectful and know how honored you are. 

Right, next week we’ll go over violets and then we’ll get to the last two colors. Green and indigo and we’ll go into why they are almost non-existent! Goodbye everyone” Professor Choi said as he left the class. Most students didn’t immediately move. The professor didn’t even stop to ask any questions this time around. Heck, Yoongi wouldn’t be surprised if he just showed them a video on Violets next time instead of teaching as he should. 

Yoongi couldn’t complain too much. He wanted to hop over to the studio as fast as possible. Hoseok was almost done with his final project (He wanted to add his own voice as vocals) and then Yoongi could begin his own work on his demo. He has started on his own shitty computer, but he could already hear how much better he could make his track with the equipment at the studio. 

Jungkook said he’d give him a ride to the studio as he needed to be there as well. Yoongi had, as expected, developed an irrational fear of the train since that fated day. He would much rather walk than ever step foot on a train again. Even if it would take him more than two hours. 

It was strange how that one night in the studio with Yoongi sleeping on the younger, literally changed their whole dynamic. Jungkook was like an overgrown wolf pup. He constantly followed Yoongi around after classes and he literally growled at anyone who even looked in his direction. He also became much more touchy. He more than once has taken Yoongi under his arms (Yoongi was really small, and he secretly loved it) or he would just drape himself over Yoongi’s back. 

Yoongi didn’t mind. He had no idea how friends worked but he was almost certain that if he would say anything to the younger he would pull back and go back to being an asshole. Yoongi didn’t want that and it was kind of nice to feel someone as big as Jungkook on your back. He felt protected and kind of loved. 

Yoongi felt wanted. And that was all he ever wanted.

Chapter 5

[nomimits7]

~ 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.

Chapter 4

[nomimits7]

~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

[nomimits7]

~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

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

[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