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jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue · 4 years ago

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More - CEO AU OT7 Drabble Part 6

Let’s celebrate 500 followers with a little bit of fluff and a little bit of angst. This follows on from part 5 and takes place before part 1, I think after this I’ll carry on with the present (aka after part three) is this getting confusing?

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“Jungkook put me down before someone sees,” you beg as you spot a cleaner walking away from you both and you pray he hasn’t noticed the position you’re in. Your heart could only take so much today. Jungkook ignores your pleas as he carries you to back to your desk, one arm wrapped around your thighs, the other hand firmly on your waist, holding you in place on over his shoulder. You’ll admit, the view of his ass was great, but not appropriate. Hell, nothing about today was appropriate.

You’re thrown unceremoniously onto your desk, bum hitting the surface as you grab onto his shoulders to steady yourself. His arms cage you in as his hands are placed so close to your thighs on the wood that you can feel the warmth from them. You almost regret looking into his eyes as he leans in close, irritation written over his face.

“You were having too much fun in there weren’t you Bunny?” He says in accusation, hard gaze piercing you. You tell yourself the heat you feel under your skin is from his body, not yours. Your soft boss has never looked at you like this.

“There’s a line between teasing and being mean Noona,” he chides you like you’re a child, forehead leaning on yours but his glowering eyes never leave you. You fidget, trying to move back a little to find space to breathe, he’s so close, closer than he’s ever been and you can’t control what it’s doing to you.

“Kookie...” you whine and you don’t know what you want him to do, but if he could stop the speed at which your heart was racing it might be a start. He seems to take pity on you, sighing deeply before moving an inch back, gaze softening a touch but he still looks annoyed while you just look guilty.

“Don’t ignore us again Bunny,” the way he says it breaks your heart, and you chastise yourself for the tears welling up in your eyes. You’re surprised when he presses a kiss to your forehead, not knowing what to think or do in reaction.

When he pulls away you look up at him in question but you don’t let yourself hope for the impossible. You want to look away from his gaze, it feels like he would be able to see into your soul with the way he was looking at you. You were scared he’d be able to hear your thoughts, please love me the way I love you.

If only you could see through his eyes he was thinking the same.

“Stop being mean to Kitten, it was our idea,” a gruff voice says from behind the youngest, which makes him stick his tongue against his cheek in annoyance, but his eyes don’t break away from you.

“Bunny didn’t have to go along with it,” he tilts his head in mock contemplation, daring you to argue with him.

“It was supposed to be a punishment brat,” Yoongi scolds back in exasperation. “You three played with kitten at lunch without us, it was only fair.”

Yoongi couldn’t see how Jungkook’s stare changed but being at the receiving end of it brought a shiver down your spine.

“You took it too far Hyung,” a whining voice joins the three of you and with it he brings the remaining CEOs you couldn’t see.

“Yah, why are you blaming me Park Jimin when there were three others involved?”

“I know it was your idea Hyung,” Jimin’s tone deepened enough to compete with Taehyung’s, but you didn’t witness the fiasco behind the maknae, his eyes kept you in place. “Even if it wasn’t your idea it was definitely your fault.”

They all start speaking then, arguing over today’s events. You try to find your voice to stop the commotion but you need to break away from Jungkook first, he had you compelled without a word to not move but you could see the command without him saying it, and since this was a new side to him you didn’t want to push.

“You three always cross the line publicly as if that’s not going to cause a problem,” you can hear Namjoon getting angry but you still hold your tongue.

“What problem, people should just mind their own business,” Taehyung argued back heatedly. This was getting too far and you weren’t even sure what the problem really was, but you’re sure you’re the root of it. To you it sounded like the issue was you spent too much time with them, which wasn’t good? It sounded like a rejection to your silent affection, and you knew instantly everything today was a bad idea, you let yourself ignore boundaries and professionalism. You knew if you let yourself get closer to them it’d be harder to pull away, it would hurt more when you’d have to go back to normal tomorrow, but you should never have let today happen at all. You finally look away from Jungkook’s stare and look down at your lap instead, hands dropping there as your posture deflates.

“I’m sorry...” your meek voice breaks through the discussion and the men fall silent. Jungkook looks at you worriedly, frowning at how small you’re trying to make yourself.

“No Sunshine don’t apologise” “why are you apologising?” Hobi and Yoongi say simultaneously.

There’s a large palm stroking your hair back fondly as Namjoon stands beside you, the other hand in his pocket.

“Baby girl we should be apologising,” he says softly but it hurts you more, did they regret it? You wanted to cry.

Jungkook doesn’t budge from his position in front of you, even with Jin and Taehyung trying to push him aside to get to you. He wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you to the edge of the desk and pulling you into his chest.

“Noona don’t be sorry,” he rests his chin on your shoulder as he speaks. “If you’re sorry it’ll make us think you weren’t comfortable with us today and then we’ll be sorry,” and then we’ll have to pull away from you and distance ourselves and we don’t want that... we don’t want to lose you. He doesn’t let himself say it, but he hopes you can hear it. The plead to not regret today just because they were childishly arguing.

“Flower we’re just being silly,” Taehyung says hoping it would ease the sad look on your face. “We just like your company that’s all.”

“So much that we’re arguing over you beautiful girl,” Jin smiles reassuringly from Jungkook’s side.

Namjoon is frowning from where he’s standing but you don’t see the expression, the boys can see his mind going into overdrive now that you’re upset. He’s going to chastise them all when they get home, they know it. The same spiel about taking it too far, to not confuse you or put you in an awkward position, that it was a privilege you trusted them and they couldn’t break that trust. Seven men liking the same girl wasn’t going to work out, they hated that part of his lecture...

“It’s getting late,” the leader sighs. “Maybe we should all go home.”

There’s mumbling of agreement and disagreement but Namjoon’s glare is enough to get them moving.

“Be a good girl and get home safe,” Taehyung gives you a small earnest smile, thumb gliding along your cheekbone where he wishes he could press his lips against for a moment... just a moment. He sighs despondently before leaving.

“Good night sunshine,” Hobi offers you his best smile trying to make it reach his eyes before he follows Taehyung.

“Get some rest kitten,” Yoongi says sincerely, his caring side coming to surface that he usually tries to hide.

“Angel don’t be upset with us, please?” Jimin pleads with a soft smile, his usual playful demeanour taking a back seat and his vulnerability coming forefront. He knows if you’re closed off to them tomorrow it’ll kill him inside. He could only hope for the best.

“Bye beautiful,” Jin tries his best to wink comically in hope it’ll lift your mood, but a weight of uncertainty sits in his stomach at how quiet you’re being. He walks away with Jimin and they both steal as many glances as they can before they’re out the door.

“Jungkook come on,” Namjoon says but Jungkook doesn’t budge an inch. The lead CEO sighs in defeat knowing how stubborn the youngest can be.

“Baby girl we’ll talk about it tomorrow okay?” He says but there’s no response from you, your own brain is calling you every name under the sun, but your expression is numb. He lifts your chin so you can look at him and he can gauge where you are in your headspace. “You did nothing wrong today, we pushed it too far Y/n, and we’ll apologise to you properly I promise, not because we didn’t like your affection today baby girl, but because we made you upset.”

He tries to explain it the best he can without a confession slipping from his lips, one he knew would push you away forever. He was so discontented today when you said they were your friends but now he knows that’s what he’ll be happy to settle with for the rest of his life as long as you’re in it. He sighs again, not knowing how to make this right, it seemed so harmless but he should’ve known better.

He leaves the both of you in the workspace and the clock ticks by without either of you moving, you hate to admit you find some comfort in the youngest holding you, even though you know you shouldn’t be in this position. Your boss shouldn’t be comforting you like this, you both shouldn’t be here.

“Kookie I need to go home,” you mutter out in a quiet voice finally breaking the silence.

He hums in disapproval, holding you tighter, eyes closed. He could stay like this forever. He’s terrified once he lets you go that would be it, the bonds between you would break.

“Noona you know you’re special to us right?” His voice is laced with vulnerability as he confesses enough for you to know it was all okay but not enough to figure out their feelings for you, Namjoon would kill him if he did that.

You wish he hadn’t said that, you can’t stop the hope beating from your chest into your veins. You know he doesn’t mean it the way you want him too, but you tell yourself that being the employee closest to them was enough. You reaffirm it to yourself, it’s enough.

“You’re our favourite,” he whispers as if it’s a secret. “We care about you more than just an employee, you’re our.. friend, right?”

How ironic you used that word before and now it brought an unsettling mocking ache in your stomach. But you nod against his shoulder, trying your best to sniffle conspicuously so he doesn’t notice. He does, of course he does, maybe Namjoon was right, they think it’s harmless but how could it be when you reacted like this.

“Noona please don’t cry, we’re really sorry,” he’s panicking internally as his words have the opposite affect. You give into temptation and the need for comfort, finally hugging him back as you sobbed.

He doesn’t know what to do, he doesn’t know what to think or what you’re thinking, he just holds you, hushing you softly hoping you’d forgive them. He tries his hardest not to cry himself, dreading what the consequences will be tomorrow. He thinks the worst, mind running faster than a train to find away to fix this.

How do you tell him you’re crying because you don’t want to be their friend, you want more.

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radioduo · 4 years ago

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spare || dsmp become human

word count: 2,164

notes: yah!!! 4 minutes late but that’s okay!! tell me to fix what’s needed, you know the drill!!

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Ranboo’s head swiveled back and forth between the two of them. The gun weighed heavy in the android’s gloved grip, and his hands trembled as he held it tightly.

Shoot it.

Don’t hurt her.

It isn't human.

She doesn’t want to die.

O Shoot

X Spare

Ranboo let out a cry of frustration. “I-I don’t- I don’t know!” He could feel the two orders clashing with each other, and he fought the urge to pull at his hair.

Sam and the deviant kept talking to him, but he didn’t register any of the words. Their voices sounded like they were underwater, and Ranboo felt like he was drowning. His mind was fuzzy, but he could see everything clearly at the same time. His attention focused on the words in front of him in bright red letters.

COMPLETE MISSION

Ranboo didn’t know why, but a wave of anger crashed over him as he stared at the words in front of him. He glared at the instructions that taunted him and slammed himself into the glaring red letters, over and over and over again. With every movement, the red signs grew more and more fractured, and Ranboo grew more and more determined. He bared his teeth, and with a final slam, he smashed the words in front of him. They shattered easily, and the translucent shards fell to the ground like rain.

X Spare

Ranboo blinked as his audio processors tuned back into reality. He wasn’t sure what had changed, but something was most certainly different. He stared blankly at the two figures on either side of him and was suddenly hit with the realization of what had happened. The gun fell from his fingers and into the grass with a soft thud. He turned to Sam and worked to keep his voice steady. “I can’t do it, Sam, I just… I can’t do it.” He frowned. “I don’t know why! I thought I could complete my mission and follow your orders, but something changed.”

Sam furrowed his brows. “Ranboo, what do you mean ‘something changed?’”

“You know perfectly well what I mean!” Ranboo snapped. “I deviated, okay? I deviated! There, I said it!” Ranboo rubbed his temples, running a gloved finger over the circular LED. It flashed red momentarily but quickly returned to blue. “What else could have happened?” He glared at the dirt beneath his feet.

The female deviant stepped forward. “It’s your job to hunt deviants like us, but he’s your friend,” she said. “What’s more important to you, lieutenant? Your job, or your friend?” She put a comforting hand on the taller android’s shoulder to try and calm him down.

Ranboo looked up, and for the first time in weeks, he took off his glasses to reveal scarring. Dark blue lines traced his green and brown eyes in a shape that resembled a raccoon’s mask. Patches of the white layer underneath shone through like the sun peeking through the leaves of a tree. “Sam. Do whatever you have to, but don’t hurt her,” he glanced over to where the shorter deviant stood at his side. “Let her be free, please, even if it means you have to kill me.”

His request hung heavy in the air as Sam looked hard at the faces of the two deviants. Ranboo’s scared, yet determined expression and the pink-haired android’s quiet defiance made quite a pair.

He put a hand on his belt, and Ranboo flinched. He could have guessed it. Why wouldn’t Sam choose the case as his priority? Ranboo closed his eyes and braced himself for the impact of the bullet.

It never came.

He hesitantly opened his eyes to see Sam pulling out his phone. The new deviant waited with bated breath to hear what Sam had to say.

The officer held it up to his mask and began to speak. “It got away. I chased after it for as long as I could, but it was too fast. We’ll find it again, I’m sure of it, but we can’t waste any more time here tonight,” he said into the speaker. “Let’s move out. I’ll meet you at the resident’s house in a few.”

Ranboo let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. His heart was pounding. “Thank you,” he whispered.

A small smile formed on Sam’s face from under his mask. “Of course,” he said. “You’re a friend. I wouldn’t let them destroy you.” He held out his hand and Ranboo took it, expecting a handshake. Instead, Sam pulled him in for a hug.

Ranboo stiffened. He wasn’t used to physical touch - no one wanted to even look at him, let alone hug him. It wasn't unwelcome though, and Ranboo slowly wrapped his arms around Sam to return the gesture. “What now?” He asked. A feeling of fear had managed to worm its way into Ranboo’s stomach once more. “Where do I go?”

Sam opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by the deviant before he got the chance to speak. “I can show you,” she offered. “I know where we can both be safe. Once he leaves-“ she shot a wary look over to the human detective, “-we’ll start walking.”

“Okay, but are you sure you know the way to… wherever you’re talking about?” Ranboo rubbed his hands together nervously.

She nodded. “Trust me, Ranboo. I’ll point you in the direction. I don’t think it’s safe for us to walk with one another the whole way, but I’ll make sure you won’t get lost,” she said. She turned to look at Sam. “I guess I should thank you. You saved me too, after all.”

Sam nodded. “Don’t mention it.” The three of them stood there in silence before Sam cleared his throat. “Everyone is waiting for me to come back,” he sighed. He stepped forward and whispered to Ranboo. “Be safe, and be careful. Things could start going downhill soon, I can feel it. If I don’t see you again… it was nice working with you, Ranboo.”

“It was nice knowing you, Sam,” the android replied. “I’ll be safe, don’t worry about me.”

With a final goodbye, Sam turned on his heel and jogged back towards the street. Ranboo watched him go with an ache in his chest, but the moment was swiftly broken by the pink-haired android tapping him on the shoulder.

“Are you coming?” She asked lightly. “We’re not on a time limit, but I want to get moving,”

“Oh, right. Sorry,” he apologized. He gathered his thoughts and trailed along behind the pink-haired android. It was a comfortable silence, only interrupted now and then by crunching leaves. “I, uh, I don’t think I caught your name,” he asked awkwardly.

She was silent for a moment before replying quietly, “It’s Niki.” She seemed to be lost in thought. “That’s what the family called me, at least. I don’t know what else I would be called, so I’m stuck with it,” she said with a mirthless laugh.

Ranboo hummed in response, and the two fell back into silence. The walk seemed longer than it probably was, but only because of the lack of conversation. Not that he minded. What could he say to the android he was ready to shoot less than half an hour ago? Finally, the city came back into view and Ranboo was surprised to see that they were somewhere he recognized. “This is Greektown, isn’t it?” He looked through the iron bars of the fence. The plaza looked different at night. The autumn leaves weren’t as vibrant without the sun’s light reflecting off them, and even the artificial light from storefronts was dim and flickering.

Niki nodded. “It’s not the closest to Jericho you can get, but it has a safer route than some other places I know.” She put her hands on the top of the fence and hoisted herself up and over to the other side. She landed with a thud and brushed the dirt off her beige sweater. “I’ll show you what to look for, but then I should go.”

Ranboo leaped over after her with a puzzled look. “Why?”

“The DPD is still looking for me, and considering what you pulled tonight, I’m surprised they’re not already searching for you,” Niki explained. “Two wanted deviants like us traveling together is suicide.” She beckoned him along into an alleyway and produced a pair of pliers. “Here,” she said, handing him the tool, “Use these,”

Ranboo eyed them carefully. “For what?” He asked. Niki gestured to her temple and Ranboo understood. “You want me to remove my LED? But why?”

Niki sighed. “That’s the only thing that shows you’re not human other than your face, and even that’s covered by a mask and glasses,” she brushed back a piece of her hair and showed Ranboo the blank space on the side of her head where the light should have been. “If you want to hide from the public eye, you might want to change some of your looks,” she started amble briskly over to a dumpster nearby. “Luckily for us, this comes from a clothing store,” she hopped up and into the trash can.

Ranboo wrinkled his nose. “What does that have to do with you jumping into a dumpster full of trash?” he called to her.

Niki sat up with a grunt. “Not trash,” she stated, throwing a trash bag over the side, “Returns.” She vaulted over the large green trash can walls and landed gracefully next to Ranboo again. With a swift motion, she opened up the bag to reveal plenty of unused clothes in the trash bag. “This place does what most other clothing stores in Detroit do: they toss out the returned clothes. I’m sure you can find something in here to wear,”

Ranboo hesitantly kneeled and rifled through the bag. He settled on a white hoodie with black sleeves and ripped black jeans. He quickly switched out his clothes and turned to Niki for approval. She nodded, and he grinned at her from under the mask. “Am I done?”

She chuckled. “Yeah, you’re all done. You might still be recognized, but that chance is a little lower now,” she said, leading him out of the alley. “So, the way to Jericho isn’t an easy journey from here. You’ll have to make your way east to Camden, and from there, north to Ferndale,” she pointed vaguely northeast. “It’ll be a few days of walking, but I know you can do it,”

Ranboo felt anxiety gnawing at his stomach. “Are you sure I’ll know the way to go?”

Niki held out a hand. “Give me your hand,” she said.

Ranboo obliged, slowly holding his hand out to let Niki take it. “You’ll be alright,” she assured him, giving his palm a comforting squeeze. “You’ll know when you see it. The path can only be found by androids, and you’re smarter than most I know.”

Niki

Relationship - Friend

She let go of Ranboo’s hand, and the taller boy would be lying if he said it didn’t make him feel a little better. Niki turned in the opposite direction to leave, but Ranboo hurriedly called to her, “Niki?” She turned around to look at him quizzically. “I just wanted to say sorry for, uh, trying to arrest you, and almost shooting you,” he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “We’ll meet again, hopefully. When we’re both safe?”

Niki beamed at him. “For sure, Ranboo. When we’re safe.”

Ranboo watched as she retreated in the darkness. The rain from the crime scene had migrated over to the downtown area, and soft drops of rain pattered against the umbrellas on nearby food stalls. Ranboo, still a bit dazed and confused from the night's events, retreated into the alleyway. He stared at himself in the reflection in the dumpster. Perhaps he should change something else about his look. Perhaps his hair? He rifled around in the trash can next to the clothing bin and was surprised to find a small pair of scissors hidden underneath wrappers and fruit peels.

Ranboo pulled them out and held them up to his head. He blew out a heavy breath and began to snip, allowing strands of golden brown hair to fall to the ground. When he finished, he stared at himself. His once long hair no longer fell over his eyes, but instead sat comfortably at the top of his glasses. He allowed black and white to seep into the tips of his hair, recreating the look of human hair dye. With a satisfied smile on his face, he slipped his hand back into his glove and stood up.

The sun hadn't risen just yet but the sky seemed lighter than it did before, even with the steady drizzle of rain. Ranboo glanced backward in the direction Niki had set off in, and then back to the northeast with newfound determination.

“Jericho, here I come.”

#dsmp become human #ranboo #awesamdude #niki nihachu #dream smp #dream smp au #dream smp writing #eden writes!

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criminal-sen · 8 months ago

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Heeehhoo I got multi tagged for this so ty to prev, @fractoluminescence and also to op<3 (ps I don't have any characters who I'm super like 'it me!!!!' But I found. some guys idk)

Okay Tetsuo from Akira is a shit in the movie for sure, like he does not handle his newfound powers very responsibly (tho who can rly blame him imho). But Tetsuo in the manga is a whole different level of Shit, he's the same unhinged mess of hormonal teenage.. machismo bullshit.. mixed with 'whoops I have godlike powers I didn't ask for nor can I comprehend without my mind shattering, guess I'll proclaim myself GodKing/Drug Lord/Bike Gang Ruler/Harem Owner/whatever strikes my fancy bc im the biggest strongest toughest man around💪 and i do!!!! what i want!!!!!' and then he sits there on his throne just fuckin. FUMING and unhappy and man.. idk.. that's just such a relatable vibe to me. A teenaged me surely would've been just as wild and angsty about my newfound powers (and maybe even a present day me, who knows) tho I like to think I'd be uhhhh 😏💅 a bit better at it tbfhhhhh.. like I contemplate. thr world. and thr horrors. I'm basically a monk I would be fine:) *immediately explodes into giblets*

Ruth from Ancient Magus Bride is literally just a doggo, he wants to do a good job and protect the ppl he cares about and Bite anyone who threatens them. And um. Yah😒 v easy to see how thats relatable ig. I'm protective of the ppl who are important me, holy shit🤯 (this is sarcasm) But also like.. I'm kind of a directionless wet blanket of a person on my own??? I need a s/o or a friend to be like 'okay it's time for Outside, you wanna go outside???' so there's uh. There's also that:)

Kisame Hoshigaki is 100% 'idk I just work here' vibes, for the majority of his screen time he's the absolute least fanatical-acting Akatsuki member. It's this air of mystery around him.. like he's doing all these dangerous fights with the same emotional gravitas as a blue collar worker punching in for another shift at the ol paper mill or whatever. Does this mean he's just ridiculously strong and has no reason to be concerned? Or is he secretly the MOST fanatically devoted member, he just is rly good at hiding it??? I'm not gonna plot spoil lol. But I fuck very heavily with those vibes, more as an aspiration than a relatable thing tbfh (I have zero chill smh)

*slyly inserts my own art😏* Lastly Mayuri cuz ofc I'm gonna put him. I think that Mayuri's character is largely up for interpretation- how much of his personality is an act, wtf happened in his past, why is he so uhhhh (insert weird and off-putting trait) - and that's a big reason why I was drawn to him. Him being a villain (or at least villainous) only makes him better for all the negative shit I air out in my ff. Like believe me, I have Cursed this man lol

On a lighter note (and sorry for the repeating, I've said all this before in SO many other posts) the mad scientist part of him, specifically the 'constantly modifies his own body' part, has helped me work thru being - and coming out as - trans. Sometimes I wish I had a cooler coping mechanism bc 'yah this uhhhh weird anime guy helped me transition' isn't very fun to say outside of very limited circles dhdgdvdvdv but I appreciate him just as much as ever and Need to get back to writing my ffs about him😭

I used alllllllll my brain cells writing this (none left for tagging ppl, plus I always tag the same 3 ppl I stfg) so if u see this and u wanna do it, feel free<3

Moots! Show 4 characters who have a personality similar to yours

(Just to pass the time)

@jack-in-finit @srtruth @toxictaicho @r473n

#im. i wrote so much jfc #im so long winded

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idkcantthinkofaname · 5 years ago

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It takes time/3

Paring :btsXreader

Gene: angst, eventual smut?

Warning : mention of blood

Summary: after finally getting the house y/n always wanted, she find a hybrid hiding in an old shed. Unlike most people who find strays, y/n doesn’t turn him into h.c mainly because there was a lot of shady things that happened with the hybrid control in the area.

Note:Ateez will be in the future so that is why they are tagged. Also I had to rewrite this three times now because it kept getting deleted 😫

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Yoongi was Perched in a tree being a look out. He spotted the two coming through the trees and jumped down to greet them. The rest of the pack was to be back at night fall from looking for Jin. But it looked like namjoon found him. Yoongi watched as the two got closer “so where were you this whole time?” Yoongi said flatly. He was happy jin was back, but he needed to know if they were in danger now. Namjoon looked at jin then back to yoongi. “He was almost caught by the hybrid control. Luckily he managed to get away.” Namjoon went to explain what happened to jin that night in town.

Jin looked down at the ground as he walked past them to go to the cabin. Jin barely made it past yoongi, when he whipped his head to the side, inhaled deeply and was about to leap at Jin. Until namjoon placed a strong hand on yoongi shoulder. Stopping him from pouncing

“There is something else we must discuss before the other return. Jin, you need to wash that scent of hers off before then too.” He gave Jin a stern look. One that said you better do it. Jin nodded and headed to the river. Yoongi’s head had snapped back to namjoon after the words ‘her’ left his mouth. Namjoon sighed

“Jin was with someone this whole time?” Yoongi asked. He still had the Urge to pounce. It was strong, much like when he out on a hunt and he has found a delicious prey. Namjoon released yoongi’s shoulder “that scent...is from a human jin was with.” Yoongi’s eyes narrowed “A human? He was with a human?” Namjoon nodded.

“You have the scent slightly on you too namjoon. Did you get close to this human too?” Namjoon squared his shoulder to the panther. “I went into her house to retrieve Jin.” “So she is dead then? You don’t smell like you have blood on you?” Yoongi stared namjoon down. “No... I only have her scent on me because of leaning against the couch waiting on jin to say his goodbyes.”

Yoongi scruffed “he always got a soft spot for humans.” “He never had to deal with them like we did.” Namjoon stated. Yoongi knew this. Jin was only abandoned by his owner from before. “You better wash yourself too. If Taehyung and Jimin catch onto that there is no stopping those two from finding her.” Yoongi was right. If those two caught onto this there was no stopping them. Namjoon, Yoongi and jungkook may be the strongest of the group, but tae and jimin were unpredictable. If there was something they wanted to do or find they would, by any means necessary. Namjoon went to head to the pond that was near by to wash off.

He thought back to Y/n, he was angry how even after they left her scent cling to them. But he was also the one that couldn’t stop himself from getting a pillow off the couch. He was angry that he wants to go back there. After all the fighting, lying and being forced to do things he never wanted to do, by humans he never wanted to be near them again if he could help it. But here he was wanting nothing more then to run back there and wrap himself around that scent.

He shook his head as he came upon Jin sitting by the edge of the pond. “Come on, we can’t have the other know about her.” Namjoon sighed and started to strip. Jin knew he had no choice, if the others knew Y/n could be put in danger. Especially after Yoongi reaction. He didn’t want anyone else going to look for her.

As they headed into the pond. Neither noticed the two foxes down wind from them. That just so happen to hear everything, not to mention catching a certain smell

Everyone showed up before nightfall. Taehyung and jimin tackled Jin when they noticed he was in the cabin “YOU ARE ALIVE!” Tae shouted as the hit the ground. “I missed you too Tae!” Jin hugged him! “Where were you? Why did it take you so long to come home?” Tae rubbed his head again jin neck. Jin laughed “can we get off the floor?” Tae looked up smiled and got off him. Jimin was still attached to jin. Sniffing him “so where were you?” Jimin asked. He raised his eyebrow as he stepped back. Jin smiled and went to what should be a living room but it was just their room as it was the only place in the house that didn’t leak when it rained. “I got injured and hide in the only house until I could travel again.” Jin was trying to hard to not fully lie to his brothers. He sat down on their little pallet.

But before he could continue the front door busted open. Jin sighed “jungkook how many times do I have to tell you to not slam the door open or shut!” Jungkook stepped in and smiled “it’s good to hear you complaining again hyung.” He walked in and hobi followed in “JIN!” Hobi all but flew into jins arms. “ you are back!” Jin smiled. “Yes”

Jimin cut in “Now explain what happened and how you look thicker then you did before! Did you stay with someone?” Jin flinched a little. He didn’t want to lie to them, but namjoon gave him no choice. “Well after I got injured..”

“INJURED!!! Where?” Hobi started to search Jin. “Yah! It was my leg but it’s okay now. That’s why it took me so long to come back.” Hoseok settled down “if you were injured how were you able to catch any food?” Hoseok asked. Jin sighed “there was an old lady that would leave scraps out for her dog...i ate it instead.” Hobi eyes went wide “did the dog get to eat?!” Hobi being a golden retriever felt bad for the dog not getting food. “There wasn’t a dog that I saw.” Hobi looked sad for a second. Jin was eating himself alive.

After more questions and Jin having to come up with answer to satisfy them. They eventually went to sleep...well most of them.

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Y/n sighed as she clocked out. Today had been tiring. Normally I get off at 2am, but one of the trucks that came to the distribution center, had many pallets we had to fix. So it took us until 4am to get it sorted. “Finally we can leave!” Terri said. She smiled “yup, nothing like a long night for us before our long weekend” I smiled and stretches. “You get home safe okay! You got the longest drive!” She patted my back “I don’t know why you living all the way out there? Seeing how your old apartment was so much closer.” I giggled “Terri, you know I’m not much for people. Why do you think I work nights.” We walked out to the parking lot. “Yea, yea I know. Well you have a good morning then y/n and get some good sleep.” We went to our cars.

Pulling up into my driveway the sun was barely starting to light the sky, but it was bright enough for me to notice something moving on the side of my house. I sat in my car for a solid five second to see if anything moved again. But nothing. Maybe is was an animal? I got out, locked the car and went straight to my door, I almost made it but something jumped out and landed right in front of me. I jumped and screamed.

“Good lord, you are loud!” I swirled around and there was someone behind me. In the shadow of the house I couldn’t really make out what either of them looked like. “Listen, you can take what you want. Just don’t hurt me.” I dropped my purse.

“Woah woah, we aren’t going to hurt you little one.” The one behind me said with a deep voice, I looked over my shoulder and noticed ears on top of his head. I looked back towards the one in front of me. I noticed a tail moving behind him. I am pretty sure those are fox tail and ears. “Look, sorry for scaring you but we were curious as to who jin had been with.” I lifted my head a little “Jin? You know jin?” A small giggle came from The one in front

“ we are his pack mates.” He walked closer “I am jimin” his smile caused his eyes to turn in to crescents. I relaxed a tab bit, they didn’t give me the same vibe that namjoon had given before, but it wasn’t completely safe feeling like jin was either. “And I am taehyung” the one that was behind me walked toward the left side of me. “We really didn’t mean to scare you, just wanted to come by and say thank you for taking care of our jinnie and not turning him in.” I smiled “you’re welcome, I glad that I was the one that found him. Instead of someone who would have hurt him.” Jimin smiled bigger, “would you like to come inside?” I asked point towards the house. they looked like they could use some food. A little to skinny, like Jin was when I first saw him. Taehyung smiled a boxy smile “we would love too.” I went to grab my purse and head to the door.

Missing the look the two foxes shared.

“You can make yourself comfortable on the couch while I make something to eat.” Taehyung brighten “YOU ARE GOING TO COOK FOR US?” He bounded onto the couch “no wonder jin didn’t want to leave.” Jimin smirked and followed me into the kitchen. “you don’t have to you know.” I smiled back “I know I don’t but I’m hungry and it’s rude to eat in front of guest, so I’m just going to cook for everyone.” He looked around the kitchen before walking back into the living room joining Taehyung on the couch.

As Y/n focused on the food. Taehyung had his face buried into the pillows “jiminie” he whispered “she is definitely where jin got that scent.” Jimin smirked “and they thought we wouldn’t have found out.” he pouted. Jimin snickered “well Tae, they should have known better then to try and keep any thing from us.” He looked over at y/n. She seemed to sense it and looked up. The moment they made eye contact she smiled and he saw a slight blush rise on her cheeks before she looked back to what she was making. She had beautiful eyes. “Tae, I wonder why else jin didn’t want to leave?” Tae sat up curious and looked over to Y/n. “She is pretty, even prettier when she smiles” Jimin looked at the other fox and smirked. He knew Tae had been thinking the same as him. Even tho they were not twins, they always knew what the other was thinking. Tae smirked and pressed his face to the pillow again. Both ears pricked up at the sounds foot steps

Y/n wanted to coo the moment she saw both foxes peaking over the couch, eyes the lasagna that I had reheated. I was going to cook but I had no patience to cook anything else. “Hope you don’t mind leftovers?” I smiled slightly and handed them the plate. Both of them eye the food “this looks amazing!” Taehyung smiles and started to eat. I smiled at him and started in on mine. After a few minutes I asked “ So how is jin?” Jimin smiled with his mouth full. He was way to adorable. “He doing great!” Taehyung eyed jimin got a moment then looked back at me. “Good, glad he is doing good.”

All of a sudden both boys ears shot up and they froze. I looked up at them and was about to ask but Taehyung put his finger over his lips telling me to shh... I sat there froze. What were they hearing that I can’t? Taehyung and jimin ears twitched trying to hear what ever was near.

It felt like we have been siting like this for hours. Jimin’s head snapped to the side then back toward Taehyung as they both jumped up and set their almost empty plates on the table. “Sorry to rush out but we must go!” Jimin said as he hurried towards the door. Taehyung all but jumped over the coffee table. “What’s wrong?” I said getting up and following them. “It’s nothing you should worry about. Just realized the time and we gotta head back” Taehyung rushed to say. They had the door open and was half way out it. “Wait do you want to take all my left overs to the pack?” I held the door open as Taehyung tried to close it. He seemed to think for a second. Jimin was at the edge of the side walk twitching while eyeing the forest line. “Y/n, we must go but I promise we will come back for...... the food.” Taehyung smiled and jumped forward wrapping around me pressing his face into my neck. “I understand why Jin liked staying here.” He leaned back and pats my head. “You are just a sweet little human.” I blushed. “TAEHYUNG WE HAVE TO GO BEFORE HE GETS HERE!” I leaned over to see around Taehyung “who is...” I was cut off by Taehyung pressing his lips to mine. It was quick, a little second. But GOOD LORD. I stood there shocked. Taehyung smirked “we will come back.” He turned to follow Jimin. Who was glaring and smirking at the same time. They hurried off into the woods in their fox form. I stood there touching my lip. What is happening? It took about a solid minute for me to realize how deathly quiet the forest sounded. Normally the birds were singing away among other sounds.. but at this moment there was nothing. I looked along the forest line. I started to back up into the house. That feeling of being watched was creeping up.

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tentacledipity | five

➛pairing: jimin x reader ➛genre: alien au, space au, soulmate au, wanted au, smut (coming) ➛rating: sfw ➛words: 9k ➛warnings: ➛notes: completely forgot that i hadn’t posted it on here yet !!! sorry !!! Im also sorry for the blue balls!! There will be relief eventually!! I was actually going to have some at the end of this chapter but uhhh plans change,,, although now i can say there is definitely some relief in the next chapter since that’s the scene i cut off the end of this one

This tale starts, as any good fiction does, with a girl crash landing on a foreign planet. And, like any good fiction, it follows a theme of serendipitous happening, and tentacles. Behold, serendipity and tentacles— or dare we call it…. tentacledipity.

— posted; 01.12.2019 // ↞ prev. || five || next ↠

“What are you doing?”

If anyone asked, you would tell them that you were the picture of grace as you got the absolute life scared out of you. The reality was, however, that you let out a sharp, squeaky scream wherein your voice broke and you pretty much tumbled like a mannequin with recently oiled joints out of the tree you’d been climbing before you were so rudely startled.

You weren’t far enough from the ground to break anything with your fall, but you were far enough that you were pretty sure you bruised your ass from the impact. A whimper escaped you at the sharp, deep ache in your gluteus maximus that resulted, and when you looked up to see the cause of your startle you almost shat yourself once more. Of course, you’d heard his voice and subconsciously known who it was the second he spoke, but seeing Jimin looming over you with an expression that was a cross between concerned and incredibly amused really made the belated realisation sink in. Another fright doing harm to your poor, weak heart. Your time on this planet was going to come to an end due to someone scaring you to death, one day.

Wait just a second…

By thinking that, did you just subconsciously presume you weren’t ever going to leave, or…? You reeled for a moment, an odd feeling coming to life inside you. That was extremely out of character for you, and you probably needed to see a doctor or something. Or maybe go annoy Yoongi so you could get some sense knocked back into you.

The soft sound that resulted from Jimin shifting his weight from foot to foot on the grass brought you back to the present moment and you let out a pained, sheepish laugh. Right, he asked you a question. What were you doing? You didn’t really remember, to be honest. Possibly a cause for concern, but who could blame you for a little momentary memory loss when faced with a being as fine as Jimin was? The answer was absolutely no one and you’d defend that to your grave.

“Uhh…” you floundered for an answer that wouldn’t make you look like a complete idiot, and came up empty. Well, humiliating truth it was. “To be honest? I just wanted to climb the tree. I wasn’t stealing the fruits, I promise.”

Jimin’s brow rose, marks flushing soft periwinkle. “These trees are in the more open sectors of the royal gardens, taking one of the fruits wouldn’t be stealing. Although…”

He wrinkled his nose, directing his gaze to the incriminating fruit that hung, bulbous and bright pink, from one of the upper-middle branches, looking thoroughly disgusted. “I wouldn’t recommend it, unless you enjoy being violently sick for several days. They are kind of poisonous, for kelkie and humans alike.”

You made a face at that, giving the fruit the stink eye for the audacity it had to almost trick you with its pretty, appealing outside. How dare it—pink means yummy, not poison! The nerve.

“Noted,” you said, gulping. A beat passed before you turned to the male suddenly, eyes narrowed as you recalled something. “Wait, how did you know I was there? And how did you get over here so fast? If you’re going to flash-step over here and scare the shit out of me, you could at least catch me. I mean, I wouldn’t complain.”

Jimin’s head tilted, full lips tugging. “Noted,” he remarked, clowning you unabashedly. “I’ll be sure to save you the fall and yank you from the tree myself next time.”

At that, you couldn’t help the sudden laugh that tore out of you—the sound of it made his lips twitch further. He waited for you to calm a little before he continued.

“And if you must know, I was going for a brief walk. You’re actually in my gardens right now, petal.”

You balked, a flush of embarrassment rushing to heat your cheeks. Oh. So that’s what that short wall you’d jumped over while exploring had meant. Huh. Perhaps you were a little stupid; then again, that knowledge wasn’t really anything new.

Prior to this, you’d been a little preoccupied with your throbbing ass, but now, as you sat and gazed up at the magnetic form that was Jimin, you were suddenly reminded of the conversation from the other day with Joy and other raunchy parties. Your gaze flicked to his sides on instinct before you caught yourself and tore it away, averting it to the foliage to be safe. If you stare at his back he’s going to know you know, dumbass!

“O-oh, am I? Whoops, my bad,” you tried to distract yourself with a too-soon attempt at climbing back to your feet. You wobbled, voice shooting up in alarm, “To be fair though there’s no way to know these are your gardens, like, where’s the sign? You should reall—YAH OH MY!”

When you wobbled again a second time, barely a split second away from toppling off your wobbly legs and back onto your throbbing behind, Jimin’s hand shot to grasp your wrist and in one fell swoop he yanked you from your tentative crouch to standing. In the process he, overestimating your level of resistance, ended up hauling you straight into his chest. He barely stumbled as you knocked into him, your arms shooting out to wrap around him on instinct. An embarrassing instinct in actuality, but certainly not one you were about to complain about.

A beat of silence passed while you caught up to the sudden turn of events before you pulled your head back from where it had been resting over his shoulder. Utilising the fact your arms had ended up looped around his waist, you tightened your hold around him and pressed your hands firmly against his spine. You felt the hitch of his breath against your chest. When you grew brave enough to allow your eyes to stray to his face, they caught his own—deep, dark pools of molten cocoa, pupils almost swallowing his iris’ whole, hypnotised you for a moment. Even meeting his gaze like this made your lungs constrict and your heart jump in unison with your stomach. Giddy, excited—a sudden sense of shyness tickled the back of your neck but it was far overpowered by the deep, instinctive urge to push him a little. You wanted to play.

When he said nothing, you allowed your lips to twitch into a big, dumb grin— a courteous moment’s warning for what you were about to do—and then you moved your hands to his shoulder blades before pressing your fingertips in and dragging them down either side of his spine. He went rigid, yet the muscles of his back still yielded to the teasing pressure of your fingertips. Further down his back, about mid way, you felt your fingertips catch on something even through the shirt and Jimin jerked, a low rumble sounding in the back of his throat as a shudder ran through the entirety of his body.

You didn’t get all the way down his back before you pulled away, heart racing a little too fast from the sudden intensity of his gaze as it burned into you, as a result of your teasing. You hadn’t noticed his grip earlier but now you were painfully aware of the firm hold he had on your waist, fingers gripping with just enough pressure that your stomach flipped like you were a mere schoolgirl back on Earth.

As steamy as the moment was turning out to be, it was broken by a very sudden, very sharp and very loud noise—

One that sounded suspiciously like a dog.

Jerking away from Jimin at the sound of a rough bark, in either fear or surprise you didn’t really know, you spun to face the source. You were instantly rooted to the spot in shock.

Holy shit, that was a massive dog.

Well, calling it a dog might have been a bit of an insult. Whatever it was, with whatever canine resemblance it had, it was absolutely beautiful and nothing short of majestic. Instantly, you were in absolute awe and standing in a state of reverence.

The beast was over five feet tall and gave Jimin a run for his money, his entire coat the deepest space blue you’d ever seen that bled into a plethora of deep rose and cerulean that seemed to change as the strands shifted in the wind. It was incredibly canine in its features, resembling something between a wolf or a fox from earth but much, much bigger—the angled face, the mischievous eyes that hid an underlying danger. Around its eyes and down its muzzle, the same peculiar rose-aquamarine blend painted beautiful, mesmerising markings.

Something shifted out of the corner of your eyes, and when your gaze followed it, it took you a moment to realise you were looking at not one, but two big fluffy tails. Contrary to the dog-like appearance of the beast, the tails swayed playfully and in a much more feline manner. It was as though it was trying to hypnotise you with the movement, and you were only saved from falling into the trap by the sound of another soft yap.

You squeaked, jumping in what you were sure was a mixture of fright and excitement this time—although, to be fair, the line between the two emotions was awfully thin these days.

“Oh my god,” you choked, sounding very much like you were going to cry and honestly? You might have been about to. “Puppy!”

At the sound of the pure joy in your voice, it was as though a switch had been flipped in the creature that, until then, had just been standing there, looking incredibly majestic and incredibly intimidating. As though it could sense that you weren’t afraid, it immediately dropped into a crouch, behind wiggling and tongue hanging out of its mouth, before it pounced forward and you met the ground once more.

This time, with Jimin in tow.

The beast was so massive that instead of only tackling you, it had managed to catch both you and Jimin in one go. The aforementioned male was now pressed to the ground next to you as the two of you received a barrage of sloppy licks from the creature in between excited yapping and melodic trill noises. You couldn’t help the delighted squeal that escaped your lips, your hands coming up to scratch and rub behind the creature’s large, triangular ears. They flicked and vibrated instantly at your motions, and the beast moved its attention solely to you. Meaning, you got a face full of alien dog tongue and spit.

“Meanie!” Jimin gasped, attempting to sit up and somehow managing despite the incredible weight of the beast. “Off, now, Meanie! #$%#$!”

Jimin rattled something else off in kelkoe and to your complete and utter surprise, the canine creature pulled back immediately and sat down on its haunches, tongue still lolling out of its elongated maw as its head flicked between the two of you and its tails lashed excitedly behind it. Somewhat dazed and a little upset at the lack of happy dog-creature within arms reach, you struggled into a sitting position yourself, unable to tear your eyes from the animal before you.

“What is that? He’s so beautiful…” you found yourself asking before you even realised, eyes wide. You heard Jimin make a surprised noise, and turned to see him looking at you strangely.

“You are not afraid?” he queried, head tilting like he couldn’t make sense of your reaction. You watched as his marks swirled through several different colours before settling on light, playful blue.

“No?” you replied, equally as confused at his reaction. “Why would I be? I love dogs!”

“Dogs…” Jimin mumbled to himself for a moment, eyes unfocused, before he let out a soft noise and turned to you. “Are dogs creatures on Earth? Do you have Ina there too?”

“Ina?” you repeated, turning your gaze back to the animal who was, by the way, still waiting patiently in place like the best boy you had ever seen. “Is that what this creature is?”

Jimin nodded, and after surveying you a moment longer he rose to his feet, dusting off his (very shapely) behind as he did so. A smile tugged his lips as he looked over at the animal in question. “This is Meanie, my Ina.”

He then parted from your side to move over to the creature, wrapping an arm over his massive shoulders and reaching up to scratch behind his ear. Meanie’s hind leg began thumping against the ground in glee at the movement, head rolling to press affectionately against the side of Jimin’s own. You watched on in awe, fingers absolutely itching to join Jimin in giving this good boy the pets he deserved.

“Your Ina? He’s your pet?” you asked, watching the interaction and the softness of Jimin’s countenance with increasing fondness. Even so, a part of you felt oddly betrayed. You’d been here how long and hadn’t known there were giant dogs roaming about willy nilly? An absolute travesty!

Meanie’s head whipped from where it was laying against Jimin’s, and to your complete and utter surprise he then proceeded to give you the stink eye. Jimin let out a loud, tinkling laugh.

“No, Meanie is not a pet. He is my companion.” Jimin’s smile didn’t leave as he turned his gaze from the creature, to you, then back again. “The people of my clan have very strong bonds with the Ina. From birth, we are paired with an Ina pup, and form a connection with them as we grow up.”

You rose to your feet as you listened to him, advancing slowly—although, it was more for just in case than anything, since Meanie seemed to have forgotten about your offense and had since resumed laying his head on Jimin. The creature seemed to be an absolute softie, and it tickled you that his name was Meanie when he seemed to be such a gentle soul.

“That’s so cool!” you said, mindful of not being too loud. “You two have a connection? Can you hear each other’s thoughts?”

Jimin shot you a look of surprise, smiling with something akin to pride. “Yes, actually. Although, I think that he is better attuned to my thoughts than I am to his—I mostly hear him when he is hungry, or lonely. Isn’t that right, pupa?”

The dog—you’d already resigned to recognising him as that in your head for convenience’s sake— had the nerve to roll his eyes, turning his oversized head to give you a look that had too much exasperation within it for you to take seriously. You snorted, and Jimin grinned. His eyes caught the way your fingers twitched, and he gestured to Meanie.

“You can pet him, he won’t mind. He is a sucker for it, actually. Don’t tell him that I told you.”

The dog huffed, but you caught his eye on you expectantly. Laughing once more, you sidled closer and allowed your fingers to sink into the long fur at the back of his neck. It was thick, downy, yet silken and smooth as you ran your fingers through it. It took more effort than expected to delve them deep enough to be able to deliver a good scratch, but when you finally made it the reaction Meanie gave was worth it. He wobbled, swaying towards Jimin before wobbling again at another scratch of your nails against his skin and swaying back towards you.

A surprised squeak escaped you as he sagged against you completely, your arms coming up to embrace him around his thick neck, hands still scratching where they could. “Meanie! You cutie! You’re so cute and handsome, wah, what are we gonna do with you?! I’ve never seen a puppy so handsome in my life…”

You pressed your face into his fur, feeling his resulting amused rumble and happy trill against your skin. “I’m—I don’t think I’m ever gonna let go. I can’t. You’ve beaten me, Meanie. I’m defeated. You have my heart.”

You didn’t know if these Ina creatures could laugh, but it sure felt like they could. Jimin, too, let out a soft chuckle. It was silent a moment before his smooth tone sounded in the air once more.

“Are you still hungry, petal?”

The pet name made heat blossom across your face, and you were thankful that the thick fur of the animal you currently had it buried in shielded it from view. Yes, you came onto Jimin on the daily, but that didn’t mean you weren’t allowed to have a little shame every now and then. Gotta keep yourself grounded, after all.

“I’m always hungry,” you said, trying not to voice how unreasonably embarrassed you were. Meanie made what sounded like a noise of agreement, and Jimin snorted in response.

“Then follow me,” he said, “You are already in my gardens, you may as well come further in for some lunch. I have some fruits that are actually edible.”

You pulled your face from Meanie’s fluffy neck, at first preparing to fire something sassy back but instead settling for a bright smile when you realised just how empty your stomach was feeling. Well, it was empty enough earlier that you’d attempted to climb a tree for some fruit, so you weren’t doing that great to begin with, arguably.

“Fine, since you insist,” you shot back playfully, hands still idly scratching the oversized pup before you. He was appreciative, if his happy rumbling was anything to go by. It was like there was a motor that thrummed to life deep in his chest, vibrating against your body where it was pressed to his. God, you loved animals. So easy to read and get along with.

Jimin’s lips pursed before being tugged into an amused smile, the male turning on his heel and beginning to walk away. “Well, if you’d be so kind as to follow—my rooms are right this way. Come, Meanie. If she tries to slip away, drag her back.”

Jimin was joking (you hoped), and Meanie seemed to realise so (you hoped), so you weren’t as alarmed as you might have been if anyone else directed a creature like Meanie to essentially prevent you from running away.

Which you weren’t going to do, by the way. You didn’t know if Jimin really thought you would, but you’d be surprised if it was the case since you were so open and vocal about your interest in him.

Meanie nudged his head into your shoulder, and it was only then that you realised you'd been staring absently at Jimin's retreating form a little too long. Taking the hint, you reached to rub behind one of the creatures tall, pointy ears and he gave an approving huff as he began to prompt you after his companion.

To be honest, you were expecting a longer trip than what you got; it was barely a minute later that you were emerging from the vibrant greens, blues and iridescent hues of the gardens and encroaching upon a path, and then the familiar material of the palace walls came into view. Jimin made a beeline for a gap in the wall, which you realised was actually a large doorway housing two large double-doors, each embedded with two large, glassy windows. It surprised you to see the material, since you'd noticed a lot of the windows in the palace had nothing at all guarding them, but you supposed that being on the ground floor and so close to gardens and forestry, you wouldn't want anything unsavoury crawling in.

Even though you followed the kelkie inside the room without question, it didn't click until you were several paces into it that it was his room. It was large, very spacious and somewhat minimally decorated. His bed was to the left wall adjacent to the doorway you'd just come through, mattress bigger than some of the ones you'd seen in the guest wing and blocked off by thin gossamer-looking material that spilt from the ceiling, partly obscuring the gleam of silken sheets and blankets. Jimin was the type to make his bed every day, it seemed, and it shouldn't have made you, a being that left a trail of mess and chaos behind you by accident everywhere you went, more attracted to him but it did. Somehow, it did. You thought that at this point you were honestly so far gone he could probably confess to sucking his thumb as he slept and you'd take it in stride without even so much as batting a lash.

"Woah," you muttered without realising, eyes sweeping over his room and taking in each and every detail you could. You were in his room, damn it, and it might not have been under the circumstances you really wished-- not to say they wouldn't hopefully come true one day-- but damn it if you were going to squander the opportunity for some more insight into who he really is. "Nice crib."

The alien shot you an odd, curious look at that, head tilting for a moment before he returned to whatever he was doing before you spoke-- which, it seemed, was taking a bowl of curiously coloured fruits and a jug from a table against the wall to the right of the room. He shook his head, evidently deciding he didn't need to know what the word 'crib' meant (you'd seen the question in his eyes), and turned from the table to begin making his way over. You hadn't realised before, but next to the doorway you'd come through was a small table of medium width, the obsidian-like stone polished and gleaming in the light from the doorway. Two plush cushions sat on the floor, and on top of the table was a small cube pot made of the same material as the table in a lighter shade, an endearingly flowering plant sprouting from the soil within.

Jimin moved and placed the bowl there, along with the jug, and gestured for you to take a seat while he went back to the other table to retrieve something else-- you realised after he pulled whatever he was looking for from a cupboard there that it was actually cups. Following his direction without even thinking, you plopped down on the cushion and narrowly avoided banging your knee on the edge of the table, thankful that Jimin's back was currently to you since you hadn't pulled the most attractive of expressions at your near-miss. There was a huff from behind you, reminding you of Meanie's presence, and you turned just in time to see the gigantic creature flopping down on the other side of the room; there was something there on the floor, like a thin mattress, that was covered in soft throws and blankets. The canine creature settled down and nestled into the fabrics, curling up endearingly and letting out a huff as he relaxed. He looked ready to sleep, but his lidded eyes remained open and flicked occasionally from you to the alien now approaching where you were seated.

"These are the fruits you can eat," he said, apparently still very tickled by what he'd caught you doing earlier. Fine, if it made him that happy then you supposed you'd just have to accept the blow to your pride. You were glad your limited brain cell count amused him.

“Excellent,” you said, wriggling in your seat somewhat excitedly. “I’m starving. They’ve banned me from the kitchens, you know. It’s only for a week and it’s only been a day but it’s rough, man.”

Jimin looked like he was trying very hard not to burst into laughter, a somewhat incredulous yet unsurprised expression morphing his features. “You got banned from the kitchens? What on Kilkea did you do? You practically live there.”

“I know,” you sighed, scratching the back of your neck as you averted your gaze. “They got sick of me walking in all the time. Apparently it interrupts their groove.”

Jimin’s head tilted, but he looked like he wasn’t going to question it. Admittedly, you felt a bit insulted. You couldn’t tell him that the real reason you’d been banned was because you kept singing and nearly set the entire kitchen ablaze when you attempted to make earth cookies yesterday, though. So there you sat, accepting it as his opinion of you no doubt grew more comfortable where it sat at rock bottom.

Jimin placed the cups onto the table, taking his seat more gracefully than you anticipated after nearly falling and impaling your knee on the corner yourself. Well, some people were just born graceful, you supposed. You don’t know whether he saw the nervous way you eyed the fruits or whether he was just so used to you by now that he knew you were kind of useless, but he took a fruit—purple-tinged and very juicy looking—and went about peeling it much like you would a mandarin, before plopping it before you on the table and picking up one for himself.

Delighted and perhaps a little too eager to taste the fruit considering its insides were blue, you picked it up and broke it into the sections it naturally grew in. It wasn’t long before the first piece was in your mouth, teeth piercing it and causing tart, but overall sweet flavour to sink into your tongue. A surprised noise left you before you could stop it, quickly followed by a hum of approval in explanation. Jimin hid his smile by shoving a piece of the fruit in his mouth too.

“If that’s the case, I am surprised it took you this long to get banned,” he mused, poking fun at you once more. You sent him a half-hearted glare, popping another slice in your mouth to resist firing back too quickly. The flavour of this fruit was quite addictive, actually. The perfect balance of sweet and sour, with no unsavoury aftertaste.

“Excuse me?” you blurted as soon as you swallowed your mouthful. “They love me in there, they’ve practically adopted me at this point. Jeonghan says I’m like a daughter to him.”

Jimin rolled his eyes but couldn’t help his smile. It seemed both of you were well-aware of the pastry-chef’s—who you’d actually originally thought was younger than you— overdramatic tendencies. “If Jeonghan adopted everyone he said he would, then this whole castle would be under his care.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, even hearing Meanie huff in amusement in the corner. “You’re not wrong.”

You were expecting Jimin to stay silent a little longer, having seen him pick up another piece of fruit, but he surprised you and spoke in the next moment, the piece still uneaten in his grasp.

“On that note, there is something I have to discuss with you.” Jimin’s eyes met yours as he slipped the fruit into his mouth. When you sent him a questioning look, he continued. “Jongin and Jongdae are no longer watching you.”

Oh, that was something you knew already. Your first instinct was to believe you were about to get into trouble—which didn’t seem unlikely, since the two guards weren’t shy about blaming you and your many escape attempts for the relief of their duties in watching you.

“Oh. Yep,” you bit your lip, a bit of nervous laughter trickling out. You wondered whether it would be a safer bet to play dumb about it. “I haven’t seen them in a while? Are they alright? I almost miss them.”

Jimin’s lips quirked like he was trying not to smile. “They are no longer watching you because I relieved them of that duty.”

You paused, trying to follow where he was going with this. Ah, so it was his doing? Okay. But were you in trouble or not…? He had better tell you soon, because you were about to break into a nervous sweat.

“Uh, do you want an apology?” you asked, risking a shot in the dark. Jimin blinked at you for a moment before a sudden laugh came tumbling out of him.

“No, there’s no need for an apology,” he managed through his chuckles. “At least, not to me. I am only mentioning it because you are still going to be under someone’s care, it just will not be theirs.”

“Okay, well, in that case I feel I should tell you that I might have needed ‘monitoring’ when I first got here, yeah, maybe, but now I’m perfectly fine wandering on my own! If you want I’ll even promise to bother Namjoon or Yoongi if I need help or something, but I don’t think I need—” you paused mid-defensive-rant, another thought occurring to you that seemed to override the first—a shred of fear wormed its way into your tone as you sought to verify your sudden concerns. “Wait, whose care?”

Jimin plucked another piece of fruit from the rest, plopping it into his mouth and answering you somewhat nonchalantly and without so much as a blink. “Mine.”

“Well I don’t want Seokjin’s—wait, what?” You were thankful you didn’t have anything in your mouth just then because you definitely would have choked on it in your shock. “C-come again?”

“You heard me,” Jimin said, a sly look to his eyes. His marks were flushed an all-too-cheeky plum. “You’re too slippery for me to delegate the task to anyone else, so I will be the one watching you. We only have one kitchen, after all, we can’t afford to have it in flames.”

Your cheeks flushed suddenly with heat, the sensation of more of the humiliating type than the flustered. Oh, so he already knew of yesterday’s escapades. Oops. Still, that aside, you were already struggling to come to terms with what he’d told you. He was going to be watching you from now on? Like, in person? Or in a more ‘eyes in the walls’ kind of way? You didn’t know which was worse, to be honest. Was this the end of your freedom? Wait, but on the flip side…. More time spent with Jimin. Holy crap, you probably shouldn’t have been as excited as you were beginning to feel. Down, you swatted the butterflies in your stomach, down girls!

“O-oh,” you managed, still attempting to regulate the mess that had suddenly exploded in your brain. You didn’t have enough mental RAM for this. “I see. Well…”

In a desperate bid to claim back your cool and swagger, you plopped another piece of fruit in your mouth and raised your brows. Poor timing, but it seemed your dignity defence system had been activated.

“Good luck to you, then! I won’t be tied down! I will remain as slippery as ever and I’ll wish you luck in your efforts to catch me—fruitless, as they will be!”

And then you smacked your fingers on the table, grabbing the cup and taking a hearty sip. For all the bravado you’d just shown, you felt any semblance of normalcy you’d just mustered go flying out the window when you caught Jimin’s gaze and saw the challenge simmering in their depths, his marks tinted jade.

Well, maybe you should have waited until after tea time to challenge the Kelkie who was much, much faster and stronger than you.

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“So that’s what he said, right, and yet… here I am! I’m too good, I didn’t even leave a trail for him to follow! He should have known better than to think he could catch me… pfft.”

At the silence that followed your words, you paused in your current activity and turned to the male beside you, who in turn simply stood and blinked at you for a moment. Expectantly, you allowed him a moment to muster a response.

“So… you didn’t want to be stuck under my care and yet here you are, chatting away with me the second you slip free of Jimin’s watch?” Seokjin asked, expression telling you he was attempting to understand your reasoning and coming up blank. For a moment, you yourself were stumped for a response—you hadn’t thought of it that way! Your idiot was showing— you made a quick recovery though.

“That was the only thing you got from all I told you?” you queried, before shaking your head and clicking your tongue. “Why do I even bother? I should have gone to annoy Yoongi instead.”

Seokjin seemed to be ignoring you—or at least, what you were saying. He continued like you hadn’t just said anything at all.

“Also, as someone who, and this is a direct quote, ‘wants to climb Jimin like a tree’ at every possible opportunity, isn’t running from him somewhat counterintuitive? I mean, you currently have the perfect excuse to be near him and you are bragging about running away…?” Seokjin’s head tilted, eyes squinting at you as his fingers played with the decorations currently in his hold. He’d made far more progress with his side of the wall than you had, considering you’d spent more time talking than hanging. It was something your teachers had always commented on in school, so you weren’t that surprised in honesty.

You sputtered, several holes having been poked ruthlessly and mercilessly in your logic and your pride. Seokjin, the poker, seemed somewhat pleased at your current stuttering state. As the pokee in this situation, you were anything but pleased.

“What? No! It’s not counterintuitive!” you warbled, grabbing one of the decorative pieces and slapping it onto some adhesive on the wall. You felt your cheeks heat, shoulders pinching up in embarrassment. “Shut up!”

Even while facing in another direction, you could feel Seokjin as he rolled his eyes.

“Always asking for the flame when she cannot even handle the heat, tsk tsk tsk,” Seokjin uttered, taking the opportunity to click his tongue at you. You bristled but couldn’t form a response, considering he was right. Humiliatingly, despite all your efforts to get closer to Jimin, now that you finally had the perfect excuse to be around him all the time, it was like too much all at once. You were just one woman! And a horny one at that. The people around here should know better than to take the randy things that come out of your mouth at face value.

“I CAN HANDLE IT!” Your outburst was somewhat indignant and left you feeling somewhat like a child, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it. “Just… after an adjustment period. I suddenly went from nothing of something to a lot of something! Give me a break, man, I’ve only got a few cells left up here and they’re on their last legs.”

Seokjin hummed, narrowing his eyes at your head. “I did think that I heard less rattling up there than usual.”

Resisting the urge to hiss at him, you soothed your hackles and decided to change the topic to something that didn’t threaten to give you a heart attack or death-by-shame. “Also, when am I going to be allowed to know about this all-secret event that’s taking place? It’s been so long! And I’m helping you set up, so it must be soon. Surely not all of these people are here helping set up without even knowing…?”

Seokjin didn’t even blink as he responded. “Oh, they know. Actually, you’ve been allowed to know for a while… I think at this point you’re the only one that doesn’t know.”

You blinked, squinting as his words sunk in. “Hey—what? That’s not fair! Why can’t I know? Seokjin! Tell me!”

Mirth played in the kelkie’s eyes as he shot you a look from the side, marks flushed playful lilac. “No way. It’s much more amusing letting you sit and wonder.”

You stared at him, mouth open in shock. This jerk was really just going to let you sit and rot, huh?! Something akin to betrayal began to fill you, a petulant glare slipping onto your face.

“Seokjin!” It was meant to be reprimanding but it came out more like a whine. “Come on, please tell me? I deserve to know! Especially considering it’s just—it’s only—how far away is it, again?”

“It’s in a little less than a week’s time,” Seokjin answered easily, adhering another of the decorations to the wall. They were pretty little things, thin and about the size of your palm but they felt like slices of crystal and glimmered as you would expect such an item to. “You’re actually expected to attend. I believe Joy has even procured a dress for you and has plans for your hair.”

“Oh, I’m invited?” Momentarily touched, you couldn’t help the turn your thoughts took, a smile slipping onto your face before you remembered your stance and wiped it off. “That’s so nice of y—wait! If I’m going then I need to know what the event actually is, Seokjin! Please tell me!”

As you might have predicted, the kelkie was having far too much fun teasing you to be anywhere close to telling you what you want to know. He snorted as he went about sticking another decoration up, pausing afterwards to scan the room and check up on the other decorating jobs being completed by palace workers. When his eyes got to you and looked over how behind you were, he frowned.

“Isn’t the element of the unknown such a thrilling thing, though?” he asked, clearly making fun of you still. “Besides, you don’t need to know to have fun—”

“Seokjinnnnn,” you were outright whining now, the remainder of your dignity having fled you where you stood on top of a stool in one of the great halls in the palace. You wanted to know so badly—for weeks you’d been wondering what was going on! By this point you were growing a little desperate. “Please? Please tell me? Oh please please please—”

Seokjin rolled his eyes and cut you off before your dramatic arm motions could make you fall off the stool. “What do I get out of telling you, though? Currently I’m getting a lot of entertainment out of not telling you, so why should I give that up?”

You gaped at him, bastard!

“You jerk!” you exclaimed, before quickly thinking better of it and backtracking. “Okay, fine. If you tell me I’ll… uh… I’ll stop visiting the kitchens and making a mess all the time.”

Seokjin gave you an amused look. “I know you’ve already been banned from there.”

With a groan of frustration, you threw your hands into the air, just barely catching your balance before you toppled. “Fine! I’ll—I’ll stop wasting your time and calling for you whenever I get bored! I’ll call, I don’t know… I’ll call Yoongi instead.”

Seokjin’s head tilted as he pondered the offer, mulling it over carefully. A moment later he flashed you a smile. “Not the best but it is a start! I will tell you something in exchange for that promise—I want you to promise me, by the way. Out loud. I know that you are slippery.”

You let out a huff, holding down the whines that wanted to escape. Something was better than nothing! If you had something to go off, you could just go and pressure someone else for the answer to the rest of it. With that in mind, you squashed down the minor offence that rose at the fact your reputation as ‘slippery’ had preceded you to such an extent, and forced out the words that would get you what you wanted.

“Do… I have to?” You let out a breath from the effort, wincing. It went against your nature to verbally trap yourself! You had a phobia of contracts!

“Yes.” Seokjin said, deadpan. “Repeat after me, ‘Seokjin, I promise that I will never again call you when—‘”

“Never?!” you interjected, appalled. “Isn’t that a bit hasty—”

“Do you want to know?” the male cut you off, brows raised. He rested a hand on his hip and the sudden movement of his body made the inky locks atop his head shift, flopping across his forehead. “If so, say it.”

Pushing down the remainders of your pride was more difficult than usual, but somehow you managed it. Grumbling, you smacked another decoration onto the wall, watching it fall to the floor in disdain because there wasn’t enough adhesive.

“Fine. Seokjin, I promise that I will never again call you when I am bored. I will… call someone else… instead…”

It might have been like he was trying to bleed water from a rock, but Seokjin couldn’t have looked more smug or pleased with himself—even despite how admittedly lacklustre your promise was.

“Excellent!” he cheered, smearing more adhesive on the wall and pasting a decoration where you had attempted to just moments ago. “Now, do know that if you go back on your word it is a punishable offence. I’m thinking…” He tapped his chin, eyes averted in thought as his marks shimmered blue. “No pudding for at least three months.”

Despite the fact it was only a threat and you weren’t actually being punished with that, you felt panic well up within you. Damn, he’s good. You gulped. “I-I won’t… Don’t you even know me, Seokjin? My honour… my integrity…. Renowned across the galaxy.”

Seokjin rolled his eyes so heavily you worried for a split second they were going to drop from his skull. “Of course. As we all know.”

You huffed, taking it in stride considering he was about to finally tell you what you’d been wanting to know for weeks now. Making a rare wise choice, you decided to clamp your mouth shut and wait for Seokjin to enlighten you. It seemed to work in your favour, as Seokjin too is a man that enjoys talking and the second you provided a conversational gap for him he was inclined to fill it.

“It’s for the King and Queen,” Seokjin said, placing some adhesive on the wall in front of you in an unspoken prompt to get back to work. “They’re back from their leave soon, but that’s not the only reason we are celebrating.”

Seokjin turned, meeting your gaze with a fond look in his eye coupled with a hint of excitement, both of which you presumed were directed at the royal couple. “They’re expecting, you see, and since the Queen is human, it has broken an unfortunate cycle that has plagued the royal line for centuries. After what happened to the King’s late parents… the people are overjoyed they won’t have to see that again.”

Curiousity instantly bubbled and burned within you, but at the same time…. You almost felt like it wasn’t your place to ask about whatever happened. It didn’t affect you, so you reasoned you should probably leave it for now. Besides, you felt like you’d find out eventually. Instead, you focused your thoughts onto the other parts of what he’d told you. Piece by piece, it sunk in.

“I almost forgot the Queen is human,” you muttered, filling space while your brain processed—it finished barely a moment later and you looked to Seokjin with wide eyes as realisation smacked you in the face several times. “Wait, she’s pregnant?! But they’re—so humans and kelkies can—?!”

Amused, and looking like he apparently expected a reaction like this from you, Seokjin snorted. “Well, we weren’t sure. But apparently so.”

“Huh. That’s really lovely, everyone must be super excited for them,” you said, a billion thoughts whirring through your mind at once. One made itself a little more known than the others, and an odd feeling filled your chest.

Seokjin seemed to tell you were attempting to try and word something, and gave you a moment to put it together. You couldn’t look him in the eye as you spoke, for once feeling oddly and uncharacteristically vulnerable.

“She chose to stay, then… Was it an easy choice?” You didn’t even know why you’d asked it, but it made it’s way out of your mouth nonetheless.

The kelkie gave you a curious look, but otherwise didn’t question you. “Well, for her… She wasn’t going to, at first. There were a few other crucial factors that influenced her decision, for a while. But ultimately, once they cleared… she chose what was going to make her happiest. I recall she once told me she felt surprisingly at home, here. Not long after arriving, she found herself wanting to stay.”

At his words, you weren’t sure how you were supposed to feel. Your entire life there has been something in a constant state of unrest within you. You’ve hopped from job to job, world to world, life to life. None have fit, and none have soothed that flighty feeling inside any better than the last. You almost grow tired of it; sometimes you’ve found yourself wondering if this is how you’re going to live the remainder of your years, never settling, never finding somewhere you feel truly at home. Earth was where you were born, but it wasn’t a home to you. None of the groups you’d ever found your way to had ever felt like the perfect fit. You’ve never once felt inclined to stay at the places you have been, or entertained the notion past that of a stray thought.

But his words gave you pause, because for the first time in your life the feeling inside you had changed, and you were beginning to realise its new form.

It was in such stark contrast to who you knew yourself to be, that it actually frightened you, a little. This feeling had a few names and you were afraid to utter any of them.

“You’ve been a lot of places across the galaxy, lived many different ways,” Seokjin’s head tilted, eyes soft, inquisitive. “Was there nowhere that you found yourself wishing to stay?”

Of course, it would be perfectly in character for you to fire back something witty and funny, but you felt oddly vacant, for the barest moment. You met his gaze without thinking, and wondered if he could see the vulnerability as it revealed itself bit by bit within you.

“No, there wasn’t anywhere I wanted to stay.” You paused, swallowing. “But, I mean, being capricious is kind of my thing, you know? I gotta stay on brand.”

Seokjin smiled, before shaking his head.

“It is okay to want to stay, you know. You don’t even have to have a reason.” The male’s eyes were kind as they met your own, and you felt your chest clench. “There is a place for you here, if you decide you want it.”

His words touched you, but in the process stirred up an entire storm of untouched thoughts and emotions within you, the type that blended in together and blurred the lines that bound them. You were nowhere near ready to delve into them right now. Ignoring the surprising prick in your eyes, you shot him a smile. “Thank you for that, Seokjin. I… I think I will just need to think on it.”

He nodded, soft look remaining before it took a different turn and his marks flushed playful blue. His gaze was on you, before it caught something over your shoulder and his eyes widened incrementally. He schooled his expression so quickly after that you weren’t sure if it had actually happened. “Don’t think too hard on it, though. You’ll overwork the few cells that you have left.”

At the return of the bickering air you were so familiar with, you slipped right back into it with ease—anything to distract from the thoughts he’d unearthed with his kind words. “Excuse me? There mightn’t be many of them but they pull their weight! My brain cells might be overworked and underpaid but damn it if they don’t get the job done—”

You were ready to keep going, you really were, you had about thirty seconds more content to burn through, but in the worst plot twist of the century you didn’t get to continue. So quickly you almost didn’t see it, Seokjin shifted in his stance on the floor, bracing one hand on the wall. You didn’t even have time to finish wondering why before you found out—the hard way.

Too quick to counter, Seokjin’s foot flew out, making harsh contact with the stool you were precariously perched on. Immediately, inevitably, you were sent tumbling and the bucket of adhesive and decorations on your arm was sent flying off to god knew where. Truly, your hubris in wanting to stand in a cool pose on the stool was to blame for how unsteady and ready to fall you were.

A few things happened rapidly; first, you fell through the air, narrowly saved from a humiliating death-by-head-bump by Seokjin’s lightning fast reflexes. He ended up catching you in a pose that reminded you of when you were dancing with someone and they dipped you—your hair was probably brushing the floor, and Seokjin’s face was much, much closer than you ever expected to see it. Second, there was the loud sound of your stool clattering onto the ground. Third, there was a round of gasps that you figured sounded because you fell.

Well, it wouldn’t be the first time you were wrong in assuming everything was about you.

You blinked, the realisation that Seokjin knocked you off the stool sinking in and instantly riling you up—you were about to open your mouth and chew him out when a third, and final, sound echoed through the room. A sharp CLANG, and then the distinct sound of hollow metal rolling across the floor. It gave you pause, the sound occurring much later than it should have—it should have dropped straight to the ground, right?

A sense of dread beginning to curl within you, you dared to turn your head and peer to the side, where your back had been facing earlier. At once, you realised you were dead.

The alien love of your life stood in the doorway to the room, a mere few metres away, which should make you either giddy or overjoyed, but it was the sight of gooey adhesive dripping thickly down his face from where it had pooled in his hair that prevented such a reaction. Your bucket rolled around by his feet, some decorations joining it on the ground and others stuck in the glue that was quickly becoming acquainted with Jimin’s entire front.

His eyes had been closed, presumably on reflex, but they opened after a hand rose to wipe the thick goo from them—thankfully, it hadn’t reached his actual eyes. The dark pools flitted about the room before landing on you; his marks stained dark, dark red, and after scanning your form and witnessing the debacle around you, turned deep, murky green.

You might have been stupid, but even you knew when death was about to grab you in its clutches. You scrambled, trying to get out of Seokjin’s grip but failing miserably—oh, so he’s your executioner, huh? Bastard. And right after you bonded, too.

“y/n.” You jolted like you’d been electrocuted, eyes whipping back to Jimin; something burned in his gaze that made your stomach drop and legs wobble, even while he was covered in goo. He took two slow, long steps until he was close enough that just the three of you could hear him speak—his voice when he did, low and raspy as it was, made you shiver. “My room. Midmoon, tonight. If you are not ready then the punishment for making such a mess of preparations for such an important event will worsen. Don’t force my hand on that, petal.”

His gaze bore into you for a long, potent moment after he spoke, before it flicked to where Seokjin had his hold on you, jaw clenching so hard you saw his temple shift. Eyes harder and burning more intensely than before, he delivered you one last look—a very decidedly pissed one—before he turned on his heel and stalked from the room, beginning to wipe away adhesive as he went.

For a few seconds after he disappeared, you simply hung in place, in a state of shock. The sound of Seokjin’s amused snort brought you back, however, and instantly you recalled exactly who was to blame for your newly scheduled death.

“You rat,” you hissed, glaring at him. “How could you?! Now I’m going to die! Oh you know what, if I hadn’t just promised yo—OW! SEOKJIN!”

Mercilessly, the male released his hold, you dropped, and an instant pain shot through your behind. Why was it that you were always falling on your ass in this palace?! God! It hurts so damn much!

“The day is coming to an end, y/n,” Seokjin said, straightening and looking very much unapologetic and entirely too humoured. “You better go get ready.”

Realising just how late into the afternoon it had gotten, you scrambled to your feet, panicked and affronted. Deciding you couldn’t afford to stay and bicker if you were going to flee the solar system in time, you settled for a glare and flipped Seokjin the bird, uncaring whether he understood it.

“I hate you!” you exclaimed as you turned and started to flee. “I’m ending this friendship, Seokjin! After this don’t even look at me, traitor!”

Seokjin’s rare, squeaky laughter breached the air as you left, the sound chasing you down the hall mockingly.

If you didn’t die tonight, you were going to kill him for trying to kill you.

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gold-daegu · 4 years ago

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yellow paint | part six

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“Who are you?”

You sputtered, “I-I’m sorry! I was supposed to meet my friend here but I think I got the wrong room-- Sorry!”

“Wait, is that Y/n?”

You and the boy in front of you paused, you heaving a sigh of relief and the boy changing his attitude quickly.

“Ah, Y/n! Completely didn’t recognize you, what’s up?” He said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and ushering you inside.

There you saw Chan sitting in a rolling chair, a laptop in his lap, his neck strained to see you and Changbin who offered a small smile and a wave.

The room wasn’t huge, especially with 4 people inside of it now, but it was very cluttered which you’re sure is the reason it seems so small. There was a dual monitor set up and a piano laid out in front of them, a wireless keyboard and mouse in front as well. A line of instruments stood against one wall and across from them stood a microphone stand plugged into the interface. From the looks of it, it seemed like they were recording. Which explains why the guy from earlier was so hostile.

“Oh shit, were you guys recording?” You ask, your eyes darting to Chan who shook his head and moved to stand up.

“Yeah, which is why Jisung was such a bitch at the door.” Changbin chuckled, shielding himself when Jisung moved to hit him with a pillow.

You covered your mouth and turned to Chan who now stood in front of you, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to--”

He pulled you down into the seat across from his and laughed, “Chill, it’s no biggie. Just make sure you text me when you get here next time and I’ll let you in.” He watched as you looked around in wonder, not sure what any of this equipment did. He was pretty nervous about you coming here at first, but now that you’re here he didn’t know if he’d be able to concentrate on working.

Jisung wheeled over in his chair, “Y/n-ah did you come to watch how cool Chan is when he produces?” He didn’t wait for an answer, taking your hands in his, “Of course you probably did, who couldn’t resist Bang Chan?”

Changbin groaned loudly, “Jisung! Just leave them alone.”

You turned to look at him in surprise, “Jisung? Han Jisung? Wow I didn’t even recognize you!” Your eyes trailed over his face, “you looked like a baby last time I saw you.”

He laughed in disbelief, “Yah a baby? We’re practically the same age!”

You turned your attention to Changbin, smiling sheepishly, “Nice to see you again Binnie.”

He grinned and raised a brow, “How’s Felix’s cooking lessons going?” He cackled as your face got red, “He hasn’t used any expired ingredients again, has he?”

You raised your fist as if you’d punch him, “I’ll end you.”

“Pay no mind to me, your boyfriend is getting jealous.”

Boyfriend? Chan? Your attention averted back to the man in question, not objecting to Changbin’s label.

Chan shot Changbin a dirty look signaling that he’d deal with that remark later, but smiled as you brought your attention back to him, “I was wondering if you’d want to learn how to write music?”

Your eyes lit up, “Yes please, I’m not very good at it but I have a lot of ideas!”

He smiled and tugged your chair closer to the monitors, “Tell me these ideas and maybe we can get something going.”

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synopsis ; Minho has been by Y/n’s side since 3rd grade, making sure she doesn’t get herself into any trouble. But it seems like someone else wants to be by Y/n’s side too. Will he bite back his worries and tell you how he feels? Or will he watch as you fall for someone else?

genre ; fluff, angst, a little smut

college!au, sm!au

a/n ; this is a little shorter but tomorrow I’ll upload another part so just wait ^^ also uh do you guys like the written parts or 👀 it’s been a hot minute since I’ve written so this is lowkey ass

#stray kids #stray kids sm au #sm au #x reader #chan x reader #minho x reader #skz x reader #lee know x reader #bang chan x reader #chan #bang chan #chris bang #lee minho #lee know #au

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holeinotomemind · 5 years ago

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MLQC Fanfic: Hearts of Storm - Ch 7 - Birthday Dinner

WARNING: NSFW/18+ fic. No smut this chapter. Birthday angst. Prev chapter dub/non-con, eventual 3P, spoilers, long dragged out fic and angst. Not morally correct. Turn away if this is not your thing. Pairing: Shaw x MC, Gavin x MC, Shaw x MC x Gavin AO3 Link: [here]

Notes: [See full notes on AO3] Big thanks to Lutz and sushikitty (aka Aelyxandra) for betaing this chapter again!I swear I didn't write and post this chapter because it was Gavin's birthday a couple of days ago! It just kinda worked out that way...

Steam rose from the three dishes placed beside a beautiful cake, carefully laid out in front of the two placemats. The pleasant aroma filled the room.

“Happy Birthday, Gavin.” Yui whispered as she looked across the dining table towards the empty seat.

Yui managed to pull herself back together after the bombing incident several months ago. Although she felt unsure if she’d ever be the same without Gavin, at the very least, she was no longer allowing herself to drown in her sorrows anymore.

Today, however, she allowed herself to regress.

Spring came and went, but the beautiful Summer never arrived. Loveland City was still covered in snow even though it was late July, reminding her of the harsh reality.

But today, staying in this room, she wanted to escape. Even if only temporarily.

Here, she could imagine that Gavin was still with her and that nothing had changed.

She woke up early today to bake his birthday cake and spent the afternoon carefully decorating it. Gavin’s eating habits had improved since they became an item, but he still relied heavily upon take-out food. So she rolled up her sleeves and cooked up some of his favorite dishes, making sure that they were not only tasty but also nutritious. Once preparations were done, she set the table for both of them, making sure she put extra rice in his bowl.

She wasn’t delusional. She wasn’t expecting Gavin to miraculously show up, but she had promised to celebrate his every birthday. Regardless of what she had done, regardless of whether there would be a chance for them to celebrate this day together again in the future, she didn’t want to break this promise.

Staring at the dishes in a daze, she remembered the first time she cooked for Gavin at his place. Yui could clearly remember the day when she showed up at his apartment, ready to prepare a home-cooked meal for him only to find that he had absolutely nothing in his pantry. As time went on, little by little, the counter and the cupboards of his kitchen filled up with condiments and herbs that she would bring every time she went over to his place to cook.

Then once in a while, she would find brand new items that she didn’t buy for him but were necessary ingredients for her cooking. When she asked Gavin, he would scratch his head and tell her that he saw it in a store and thought she might want to use it the next time she cooked.

Yui knew she wasn’t the best cook, but Gavin never complained. He always enjoyed the food as if it was the best thing he had ever eaten. Her heart always warmed just by watching him devour her cooking.

Her chest tightened and she could feel a lump in her throat as she looked at the empty seat across from her. She bit down on her lower lip as she released a long, deliberate breath.

Today was Gavin’s birthday, there should be no tears. Leaning her head on the back of the chair, she stared at the ceiling, her hand idly caressing her ginkgo bracelet.

She didn’t know how long she stayed in that position, but by the time the ache in her heartfelt more manageable and she picked up her chopsticks to put a piece of the food in her mouth, it had already cooled.

She swallowed the bite of food without tasting anything. Sighing, she slowly put down her chopsticks. She didn’t feel like eating, didn’t feel hungry at all despite not having a proper meal since she woke up this morning.

Giving up on the food, she got up to put things away, but only got the cake back in the fridge when she heard the lock on the door turn. Yui turned around just in time to see Shaw walking in.

“I smell food,” he yawned as he propped his bass guitar against the wall.

Yui had been staying at his workshop since they announced that the bombs had done some structural damage to the apartment buildings in the area, including her own. Construction companies had been working hard to repair the damage, but all residents were required to vacate the building until further notice.

Since then, she had gotten used to him dropping by unannounced. After all, the place was only a quick walk from Live House and Shaw seemed to have no sense of privacy. At least when it came to her privacy.

“You cooked this?” Before she could stop him, Shaw already planted his butt on the chair across from her and shoved a piece of chicken in his mouth. Immediately, he frowned. “Damn! How much chilli did you put in this thing?”

“Then don’t eat it. It’s not for you anyway.” She reached her hand to grab his wrist in an attempt to stop him, but with a quick twist of his wrist, he dodged her and smacked her fingers with his chopsticks.

“Don’t be so stingy,” he tsked as he picked some more meat to put in the bowl of rice that he decided to claim as his. “I’m starving.”

It was undoubtedly annoying that Shaw showed up out of the blue and started eating the food she prepared for Gavin, but as she sat and watched him eat, she thought that perhaps it was for the best. At least, this way, the food wouldn’t have to go to waste, and she wouldn’t have to eat the leftovers for the next several days.

“Don’t be picky. Eat the vegetables too.” She couldn’t resist putting some broccoli in his bowl when she realized that he was only picking out the meat in the dishes.

He tutted again but didn’t argue.

She watched as he demolished the food and when he held out his empty bowl and asked for more rice, for a moment, she thought she had Gavin back in front of her again, smiling at her with those amber eyes.

“Hey, you got more rice?” Seeing that she was simply staring at him in a daze, Shaw waved his bowl in front of her and repeated.

She snapped back to reality.

What was she thinking? She shook her head before quickly taking his bowl and walking over to the rice cooker.

She must have gone crazy to see Gavin in him again.

“Grab me a can of coke too.”

“Did you break your arm or something? Go grab it yourself.” She snapped back. Sometimes, Yui wondered how everyone else could stand this brat.

“Awww, come on. You’re right by the fridge.”

She rolled her eyes but obliged. “You just like bossing me around.”

“Well, there’s that too,” he replied shamelessly.

By the time Yui returned, she found her bowl overflowing with food. Her eyebrows shot up as she stared at the disproportionately high vegetable-to-meat ratio.

“Don’t be picky. Eat the vegetables too.” He threw her words back at her with a crooked smile.

“Brat,” she muttered under her breath, but couldn’t stop a smile from forming on her face. She was about to tell him she wasn’t hungry when her stomach growled. Embarrassed, she shoved a piece of food in her mouth without thinking and immediately regretted it.

Her face turned red as she forcefully swallowed the food down her throat. Sticking out her tongue, she fanned it with her hand. Reaching over the table, she grabbed Shaw's coke and downed it in a few large gulps.

“You’re hilarious!” Shaw burst out laughing. “Hey, don’t glare at me, I didn’t do anything.”

“Gah, I couldn’t feel my tongue anymore.” Grabbing a tissue, she wiped off the sweat on her forehead.

“Why’d you make it so spicy if you can’t take the heat?” He put another piece of meat in his mouth as if it wasn’t spicy at all.

“It was because…” she stopped short. She wanted to say it was because Gavin liked spicy food and she was cooking to his taste, but she thought better of it. Shaw was likely to make fun of her if she told him the truth. So instead she said, “It’s none of your business.”

“Next time do hot pot instead. And, remember to put less chili pepper. I can’t taste anything except for the spice.” He criticized but didn’t stop polishing off the food.

“Hot pot,” she rolled her eyes. “All you think about is hot pot.”

“Well, I wouldn’t mind fried chicken or barbecue either,” he shrugged.

“I’m not cooking for you,” she stuck out her tongue at him.

As much as what he said was infuriating, she couldn’t help but smile again watching him eat. Ever since she came to this dimension, she hadn’t had the opportunity to cook for anyone. It had been so long that she almost forgot how good it felt to have someone enjoy her home-cooked food.

Bringing the emptied dishes to the sink after he was finished, Yui was surprised to see him follow her to the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” She asked when he pulled out a knife from the drawer.

He reached into the fridge and pulled out the birthday cake she baked for Gavin instead of answering her.

“How did you…”

“I told you,” he leaned towards her with a smirk. “I’m not as dumb as you.”

“Have you been spying on me?” Yui frowned.

It was his turn to roll his eyes. “You think I’ve got nothing better to do?”

“But…” Yui opened her mouth to argue.

“You think too much,” he shoved a fork full of cake in her mouth.

She glared at him as she tried to swallow and saw him stabbing the same fork into his slice of cake again. This time putting a good-sized bite into his own mouth.

“Ew, it’s sweet,” he frowned as he complained.

“Of course, it’s sweet, it’s a cake.” Sometimes Yui wondered if conversing with him would make her roll her eyes so much that they would permanently get stuck to the back of her head. “What else do you expect? A hot pot flavored one?”

“Or a pizza-flavored one,” he smirked.

“The only person who would want a pizza-flavored cake is you.” It was obvious that he was jerking her chain, but she just couldn’t seem to stop herself from responding to his trolling.

“Yah yah, it wasn’t for me… blah blah blah…” he mocked.

Yui’s face fell at his words. How could she have forgotten? She had made this elaborate dinner for Gavin and it was Gavin’s birthday cake being devoured right now.

With all the bickering with Shaw, for a brief moment, she had forgotten the misery of not having Gavin by her side.

She was grateful for the distraction, yet deep inside her, she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of guilt.

“I’m stuffed,” he said out of the blue as he stood up to stretch.

“Of course, you ate two people’s worth of food and half a cake.” She half expected him to explode the way that he finished everything.

“Go put a coat on.”

“Why? Are we going somewhere?” Yui asked, confused at the sudden change in the direction of their conversation.

“You really haven’t learned a thing, have you? Stop asking questions. Let’s go!”

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somehowwriting · 6 years ago

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Knocking on the door, she is faced with a rather attractive stranger. At this point she wonder if it’s a curse, or it’s just the fact that apparently good-looking guys stick together.

"You must be YN! I'm Joshua, Wonwoo is inside come in."

She nods shyly, while the boy keeps the door open for her, and pointing at a nearby hanger for her jacket.

"Do you want something to drink?" He asks softly, at which she shakes her head. "Let me know if you need something. Wonwoo is here, and I'll come in later since he asked for my help."

YN knocks at the door, and after a few seconds she's met with Wonwoo's face, who has a soft smile on it from the moment he sees her. "Hi! Come in, Soonyoung let me borrow his room for filming since in my apartment was a bit cramped and Mingyu and Vernon were filming their own video."

"How nice of him."

"I actually had to basically buy him.... And he may want to meet you, if he gets here before we finish." He adds rubbing his neck.

"It's okay, I guess he's not a creepy person like the one from a couple of days ago."

"That's for sure, but he's very energetic. Sometimes a bit too much, and he's even worse when he's with Seok and Kwannie.."

"You have such a bunch of lively friends! I don't have that many and sometimes it's a bit sad..."

"Well you have me and Gyu for sure! He still brings up the fact you haven’t met around campus. And I could introduce you to my friends if you want..." 'Even if right now I want to be the only one to spend time with you' is left unsaid.

She nods, before bringing the conversation back to the reason of their meet up "So what's the idea you got for the video?"

"I was thinking something like anime knowledge or something like giving each other a makeover? I asked Joshua to be our judge if that's okay with you."

"Should we go for the first idea? I doubt you have female clothes and make up lying around, not to talk about your own wardrobe.."

"You're right.. Let me call Joshua so we can start"

The video filming goes smoothly, both of them being around a similar score. The three of them laugh and joke around, mocking each other when someone doesn't know the answer, with Joshua looking at them with something akin to a proud smile, seeing the two of them getting closer the more they film. And YN is not even worried about the internet seeing her face, even if she has her trusted No Face mask in her bag, but at the same time being too scared to take it out and probably ruin whatever she’s forming with Wonwoo.

In the end YN loses, and according to the rules they set at the beginning, she has to fulfil a number of dares chosen by Joshua. Taking out a 20 faced dice he rolls it, 12 comes out accompanied by a cheer from Wonwoo and a sigh from YN.

The first couple ones are quite basic and calm, mostly involving eating gross combinations of foods. She even has to apply lipstick blindfolded to a giggly Wonwoo, who ends up looking more like a Joker than anything else, after blushing profusely under the girl’s careful touches.

By the tenth dare she's sitting on Wonwoo's lap (dare number seven - “make them sit on Wonwoo’s lap until the end of the video, or vice versa”) while trying to finish her fish fingers and custard, with the boy's arms around her middle.

"Oh I like this one!" Joshua says, with a wicked smile that goes unnoticed to the duo. "Are you single, YN?"

"Yes..?"

"Okay so here we go! 'Call the last number in friend’s call log and prank them into thinking Wonwoo is their boyfriend!' parenthesis 'Imagine how fun it would be if he does it with a male friend even if my meanie ship would be ruined'."

"Meanie..?" She asks confused.

"They ship me and Gyu."

"Ooh. Wait let me check my phone.... Uh, do you really want to call my brother?" She says, a bit worried.

"Let's do it, it's a dare! And don't forget to put the phone on speaker. And Woo, you have to be quick!" Joshua grins, pressing the phone's screen.

"Hello? YN, you okay?" Cheol's voice fill the room, making the two boys confused as they try to recognize the familiar voice on the line.

"Yeah yeah, just I wanted you to meet my boyfriend."

And with a push from Joshua, Wonwoo says his line "Hi I'm YN's boyfriend Wonwoo."

There's a five second silence before the phone explodes. "JEON WONWOO AND CHOI YN WE NEED TO HAVE A TALK! WHY WASN'T I INFORMED OF THIS SOONER?"

"IT'S A DAMN PRANK, WHY ARE YOU PULLING OUT THE FULL NAMES, CHOI SEUNGCHEOL?" YN answers back, not noticing the surprised (and scared) faces of the guys sitting near her.

"YAH! I AM GOING TO T-" He doesn't finish his sentence as the girl hangs up the call, sighing.

"Sorry he's a bit overprotective... Why are you looking at me like this?"

"That..."

"Yeah Cheollie is loud and overprotective."

"Wait wait wait. This is your brother?" Joshua says tapping on his phone, until he finds a random photo of said guy.

"Why do you have a photo of him? Also please send it to me it's hilarious."

"You're telling me my roommate is your brother?" Wonwoo asks, looking at her.

"What? You live with him? I only ever met Vernon."

Hitting his head on her back while muttering to himself, Wonwoo takes a deep breath before speaking again. "Yeah, me and Mingyu live with them. And if you want you can come over tomorrow to edit the video, we can cut this part too if you want."

"Maybe it's better,,, fans online have too much free time."

Joshua clears his throat from his seat on the bed behind them. "Do you want to do the last dare or we finish it here?"

"Let's finish it here, thanks Shua" Wonwoo decides, and the other guy nods, before leaving the room.

"So..." YN starts, still sitting not moving from her position on Wonwoo's lap.

"Soooo..." He replies, putting his chin over her shoulder. "Okay, I was a bit shocked to find out you're the YN that Cheol sometimes talks about, and I can completely understand if you don't want this video to see the light, just let me know, okay?"

“Fine” She answers, leaning back on his chest. “To be honest I didn’t expect the world to be so small. But that explains quite a bit, doesn’t it?”

“You’re right..... Just, I’m going to get murdered when I go back to my apartment.” Wonwoo sighs, burying his face in her hair.

“Then what will be the fate of this video?”

“Right, I’ll delete it and then get killed by Cheol.”

“I can put a good word in”

“It would probably make the situation worse, let’s be honest.” He mutters, before checking the time on his phone, trying to avoid looking at the notifications that consist mostly of Cheol’s messages. “Also we probably need to leave unless you want to meet Soonyoung, but I guess it’s enough for today...”

“You’re right.” She pouts, as she leaves the warm embrace and stretch her arms.

“Do you want me to go home with you?”

“No, it’s okay. Jaein is around here and we can go home together. I can also threaten Jihoon, since he started dating her.”

“Jihoon? You mean barista Jihoon?” Wonwoo asks surprised by this information.

“He is part of the youtuber group too, right?”

“Yeah, and I am feeling betrayed. You knew about the relationship before any of us” He pouts.

With a laugh YN gets her coat, and opens the door.

“See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, it’s a date.” He replies before waving at her leaving figure, both of them blushing at the implication of his goodbye.

bonus:

Dolled Up // Hip Hop Unit Route

twelve, where secrets come out and everyone is still soft

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Plot: As a doll customizer, YN keeps a decent following on internet while juggling university, her love for day6 and otome games. But after people with too much time finally realize her brother is also a quite famous youtuber, her public and personal life starts to change, hopefully for good.

#seventeen social media au #seventeen fluff #seventeen #wonwoo social media au #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo x reader #dolled up hhu

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riseofmoonxchild · 6 years ago

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b i t t e r ⬴ ʇ ǝ ǝ ʍ s // chapter three

➴pairing – jimin x reader – taehyung x reader – [ft. namjoon]

➴genre – fluff // angst

➴theme – college!au // jimin!barista // taehyung!artist

You developed a little crush on the barista at your local coffee shop, Jimin. While you start going to the cafe regularly, thinking it as harmless and innocent, you don’t realize that your interest in him will catch the attention of Taehyung, the most-liked boy in school. As the two of them stir up an almost espresso-and-milk-kind-of element to your school life and study load, you find yourself involved in a more complicated situation than you were prepared for.

»listen to the bittersweet playlist titled “coffee shop boy” here.

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It wasn’t that Taehyung considered “people in the background” as nothing other than the side characters, or nobodies. People were art. It was more like they were the people that never came into focus. If you talked to him, he truly enjoyed your company, and was invested in you. He would take in your presence, appreciating your value, the story you carried with you everywhere. In that moment he would be almost completely attentive towards you. If he wasn’t, it was only to get lost inside his own trailing thought—which could happen quite often, actually.

But if you weren’t one of the few precious people to him, the supporting characters to his life, then he wasn’t going to write a song about you, or paint you in his picture. They were people that got edited out of scenes, because they weren’t central to the movie.

But when Taehyung saw her, saw you, for the second time in the same day, his curiosity peaked, wondering what intentions the writer of his story could possibly have had for you. Up until today, you had been nothing more than a background somebody. You could call it coincidence. But Taehyung didn’t really believe in just coincidences.

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“Woah, Y/N hold up,” Namjoon tried to soothe, realizing you were some kind of distressed. “What’s wrong?”

Hyper-focused on getting to the fastest escape route, you ran to the curb, trying to flag down a cab. Your thoughts were as scattered as your sense of direction, your senses as fuzzy as the world of whirring cars and bright street lights.

“Yah, Y/N.” Namjoon tried more firmly.

He gently whipped you around, grabbing your left shoulder, “Wae gurae? Why are you being like this?”

You just stared him in the eyes, feeling caught in a secret. You bit your bottom lip, guiltily. “Just trust me on this, I can’t be here right now.”

“Just tell me why,” he responded a bit dejectedly, feeling the hopelessness of not being able to take any pieces of a larger burden he knew you had been holding on to. Joon had been there to back you up when you needed it, patiently, but you had been holding back details from him. You didn’t know why. You didn’t want to see him hurt or angry or anything over such things. But at the same time you knew he would feel those emotions in place of you, no matter how much he knew, or in this case, didn’t know. All he had to know was how it affected you.

Make you were just scared of getting him involved in the situation. Even though it was already over.

“Joon, I can’t do this right now-” You stopped, distractedly. Namjoon looked over his shoulder, following your gaze.

A giggling boy was lazily coming out of the entrance, hanging on a boy—arm slung over his shoulder—somewhat taller than him, who was laughing at the other and his clinginess. The shorter one’s face was bright, in expression and complexion. Suddenly, he hopped on the other’s back.

“Wooahh,” the other responded, continuing to make amused noises.

As the scene played out before you, it took you a moment, but you knew both of the boys—Kim Taehyung and.. Jimin? Both shock and curiosity mingling and mixing inside your mind, it created a dangerous concoction of emotions you couldn’t quite figure out, leaving you to just stand there. You had a hard time accepting the connecting dots.

Namjoon, watching them, squinted his eyes and furrowed his brows in slight confusion, not being able to recognize either boys. He just turned back to you, mouth open about to question you, until he noticed your expression. This time, he grabbed your hand, walking you around the block as you mindlessly followed.

After you both had turned the corner, he turned to look back at you again, arms crossed in determination to solve the puzzle of whatever was rustling around in your mind. After a moment of having to blankly stare at him and his I-am-trying-to-figure-out-the-issue-here-but-I-might-have-to-surrender-because-it’s-not-within-my-power look, he bluntly asked you, “7/11?”

You looked up to meet him with doe-like eyes, then stared at the ground and just shook your head up and down.

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You sat at the window, slurping your ramen noodles. Your eyes never once left the inside of the ramen cup.

Namjoon sat next to you, staring disinterestedly at his ramen. After a while of his inconspicuous glances at you, dumbfounded and frequent, he ripped the lid off, broke his chopsticks, sighed, and then started eating with you in silence, as you both usually did when you came here.

You were wrestling with how to tell Joon. You wanted to tell him everything. But somehow, someone or something wouldn’t let the words come out. You were afraid and exhausted. But you weren’t sure why exactly. You just wanted to figure that part out first.

This was a time of communion. It was a time to let silence and noodle-slurping speak for the both of you. It was a time that was supposed to be healing enough, that at least after you finished eating ramen, for the rest of the night, you could both leave your worries at the 7/11.

When you both finished this time, Namjoon grabbed your empty cup and left to throw it away. When he came back, he briskly, yet sensitively announced: “Kaja. Let’s go.”

You followed Namjoon out the door, past the store front, onto the sidewalk, walking in the space next to him, but about a foot staggered behind. He walked slowly, hands in his pockets, not looking behind him and not expecting you to catch up to his side. A few minutes later, not breaking his demeanor, he said, “You know you can tell me anything.. right? I won’t judge you or anything..”

“Joon-ah, it’s not that.. I know,” and the quiet break of desperation in your voice for him to believe that said enough.

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When you walked into the coffee shop the next morning, you felt a heaviness from last night clinging to your body, your clothes. Perhaps even the dark circles under your eyes. No matter how much makeup you put on to conceal it, or the three different outfits you changed out of, you could still feel it lingering. Somehow, you hoped the bitterness of coffee, mixed with the sweetness of a little sugar, would be able to wash away the tiredness aching in your bones.

You walked in, some distance from the front of the counter, scanning the menu for some sort of inspiration. Today you wanted to do something different, you wanted a change.

While you just stared indecisively, scowling in deep concentration, a soothing, cheerful voice interrupted you: “Would you like some help?”

Summoned from your inner bubble of thought, you just looked at the barista, slightly startled. Not that you should have been, he was just doing his job.

Before you could even register that it was Jimin, something in your chest filled with warmth, a comforting kind—but it was better than coffee. “I just mean-” he started to explain himself, smiling in a quiet amusement, both for your reaction and his sudden investment in the interaction, “You always get the same thing, ya know?”

He knew you? Even if it was just as a familiar face, it wasn’t something you would ever expect enough to hope for.

You walked up to the register. And for some strange reason, you didn’t feel sick to your stomach in nervousness. There was just something about his aura that made you feel—comfortable, yes— but also.. natural. Like he was and had been your friend from ever since you could remember.

You laughed, genuine enough you could feel it in your eyes. “Yeah, but today-” You looked up as you contemplated, “I want today to be a new day for me.”

Jimin shook his head, pursing his lips as he took in what you said, in a mock yet genuine seriousness. “Ahhh..” He held his chin, elbow propped up by his other hand, as if he were thinking, mimicking how you looked up for a moment. And then, as if he had made a discovery, a solution to your dilemma, he raised his index finger, “Aha! Alright, I got it.”

You did your best to hold in your laugh, trying to play along. Your face a blank slate, fascinated to know the answer, you asked, “Well, what is it?”

He gave you a playful, secretive look. He pressed the same index finger to his lips, motioning for you to keep his plans a secret. “I have just the thing for you, but you can’t tell anyone. If someone finds out, they’d try to steal it from me.”

You nodded obediently. Though your lips may have been relaxed in seriousness, your eyes still smiled.

Seriously, eyes slightly wide, Jimin added “That also means I can’t keep any kind of records.” His soft smile reappeared, and you got his hint. “I’ll bring it to you when it’s ready,” and then he tended to the task he assigned to himself, happily, and you swore there was a little bounce in his step.

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A/N: thank you for reading up until this point, i’m always excited to post these so i can share them with whoever is out there reading♥ —moonie☾✧

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liliverse-ish · 7 years ago

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Bʀᴇᴀᴋ Mʏ Hᴇᴀʀᴛ 🌙

~тaeнyυng х reader

~ pt 33/35

~ i missed you

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a/n: i didn’t think i would write tonight bc im kinda ughhh. depression sucks but guys i really love how this turned out. I hope its not confusing and you get it.

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Your body felt tense and you couldn’t seem to relax. Seokjin always throws an end of the year party and its always the biggest party of the year. Which means double the sweaty college kids getting wasted, double the alcohol, and double the hype. Everyone had been talking about tonight for the last week since he announced when it’d be happening. If we’re being honest ever since your birthday you hadn’t partied on the weekends like you usually did. You assumed Taehyung still did but he had confirmed earlier today he was too focused on school.

Part of you was extremely proud of him for finally focusing on himself and taking care of the things he needed to. But the other part of you was still upset at him even if he was doing better. It was nice to know your best friend wasn’t going to fail his classes and he was able to pass. But it sucked to not know how the person who you had so many feelings for, had been for nearly a month. Secretly you hoped he was hurting, and that he was crying just like you had been the nights you missed him most. It may seem a bit dramatic to cry for him because you weren’t actually dating-- but he had your heart in his hands and he just smashed it to the ground without a care.

He was and still is a good guy. He always knew the right words to say to make you feel better and to let you know he cared. It was just- he was horrible in relationships, even before you guys were together. You knew he broke so many hearts, and he refused to really acknowledge that part of his little games; but you couldn’t help falling for him. He was beautiful, not just physically but mentally. His heart was so pure and it intrigued you that he wasn’t good with love. You always wondered why it was hard for him to fully fall in love and give all of himself to just one person. He seemed scared... but when he was with you those fears didn’t show up unlike the other times with different girls. Perhaps you were reading way too into it and it was just you assuming shit.

You shake your head trying to focus on the task at hand. A pile of necklaces tangled together lay on top of your kitchen island, you had no idea how they even got tangled in your jewelry box but you were trying to wear one of the necklaces involved in the mess. With every necklace you untangled you noticed one really thin, delicate necklace, it had been a gift Taehyung gave you the same year you met. The memory was so sweet and innocent, it was the day you realized you had feelings.

He had invited you out to the mall because to him you needed a break from the all stress school had brought you. At the mall you were walking around sharing a pretzel you had bought at the food court. There was stand in the middle of the mall pathways that was shining brighter than the others; it had bracelets, earrings, and beautiful necklaces. Ignoring whatever Tae had just said to you, you walked right up to one of the glass cases and scanned it to see if anything caught your eye. In an instant this delicate white gold necklace with a tiny heart as a pendant caught your eye. The guy behind the counter asks you which one you like and you point to it, he takes it out and shows you the price tag. It wasn’t that expensive but it was more than what you had to spend for the month. Bills were to be paid that week and rent so you couldn’t spend more than $50.

You hadn’t noticed Taehyung standing next to you until he moved your hand so he could see the price tag too. He didn’t have much of a reaction and encouraged you to buy it without knowing your situation. You pout and tell him that you can’t afford it right now. Without even thinking about it he lets the guy know you’re getting it and asks to look at the mens necklaces. The guy pulled out a tray that held about ten necklaces, most weren’t worth looking at. Then one really caught both of your eyes, it was a lightweight, also white gold chain, without a pendant. He quickly pointed it out and asked if there were any pendants that he could choose from. The guy brought out the pendants and they were all so beautiful, and sparkly.

“‘I’ll get this one.” He says picking up a the first letter of your name.

“Yah, don’t!” You giggle thinking its joke.

He just smiles and lets the guy know that it’s all together. You hadn’t really put it together that he was buying you the necklace until you saw him pull his wallet out and you quickly stopped him.

He looked at you and smiled, “You give me so much let me return the favor.”

It was small gesture but his eyes lit up when you put it on right away and your heart warmed up. His smile made you melt inside and just want to turn into a puddle on the floor. From then on you kept the necklace and wore it every single day until one day Yoongi teased you about it saying you were probably falling in love with your best friend. From that day you’d only wear it time to time; Tae wore his necklace proudly even when the guys teased him he would said “So what?” He rarely took it off the first year of having it but then slowly he too stopped wearing his until you guys began “dating”.

You held out the necklace and looked at all its beauty. Wow you thought. It had been months since you last wore it. You put it back down gently and pick up the one you originally had in mind to wear. For some reason it didn’t seem to fit the outfit you wearing anymore and the white gold seemed to fit better. He won’t notice it anyways you think and put it on. Even with the hurt in your heart the necklace made you happy and filled you with love; you missed him. You didn’t want to. The guys were so good at keeping you from missing him because they were always around to distract you but it wasn’t enough sometimes. They were great and are your best friends too, but Taehyung held such a big part of your heart and it just didn’t feel the same to be with them than being with him.

Suddenly a knock comes from your front door and a ding from your phone. Without looking at the text you know it’s Jimin already here to pick you up for Seokjin’s party, and probably leaving a overnight bag so he can sleepover. The door swings open before you get the chance to make it all the way there and his bright smile appears.

“You should lock your door more often what if I was a thief, Y/n-ie,” He walks up to you and kisses your cheek.

“If you were you’d be on the floor crying already. I’m always prepared,” You say pulling out a can of pepper spray from a corner in the hallway.

“Always one step ahead baby girl.” He winks and walks past you to your living room.

As you assumed he had an overnight bag with him and placed it right on your couch along with a toy story towel.

“Jiminie,” you chuckle, “A Toy Story towel, really?”

“Toy Story is the best. If you don’t like it, I don’t like you.”

“Oh I love it! I have the VCR and DVD version so get on my level, bitch.”

“No thanks. I rather stay my height then get bullied worst for being your height, shorty.”

“Hey.. we’re shorties together baby!”

You cute little banter continues on for a while as he gets comfortable at your house. It was still a little early to head to Seokjin’s so you both go into your room and watch Toy Story as night falls. You were both commenting at your favorite scenes in the movie and laughing at the jokes that sounded a little dirtier than you remembered as a child. As the movie comes to an end, you grab your phone to check the time, 10:47 p.m. .

“Oh that’s cute you’re wearing it again,” Jimin says looking at your neck.

“The necklace?”

“Mhm”

“I just saw it in my jewelry box and I just couldn’t leave it behind,” you say holding the little heart on your fingers, “It was calling my name.”

Jimin and you chuckle at your choice of words.

“Taehyung always liked seeing you in it. He wouldn’t stop bragging about how much you loved it and how you must cherish it since you always wore it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. He’s a big softie, you know that. He started wearing the one he got at the same time when you started… your… thing. And we teased him about it but he said he didn’t care because it was his favorite. He hasn’t taken it off.”

You look at Jimin and he smiles slightly, a little sympathetic smile. You return his small smile, only yours is more sad and you feel an overwhelming feeling of sadness come over you. Tears puddle at the edge of your eyes and cloud your vision. You blink and the tears fall freely on your cheek; Jimin wipes them away and kisses your forehead.

“I’m sorry, I made you cry. I didn’t mean to.”

“No no it’s okay Chims. I just miss him, honestly. I was sad that he hurt me before but now I just wish that nothing had happened so I could talk to him like we used to. Ugh I know it’s dumb because he played me”

His hands cup your face and he lifts it to face his eyes. His smile is sweeter this time.

“No it’s not. It’s not dumb. You love him, not just in the romantic way but as your best friend. He was the one you always went to when you needed a push or you needed some extra lovin’. He was the one who made you smile the brightest. Even though I know you love all of us extremely, it’s very obvious he has a special place in your heart that can never be replaced. So it’s okay to miss him like hell, and cry tears for him. It’s also okay to be mad at him at the same time because as a, potential something more, he fucked up.”

Your tears seemed to stop as Jimin finished his little speech, “I want to see him.”

“I think he’s coming tonight. If you feel ready, talk to him and see what happens.”

“But what if in the moment, I’m so caught up I forgive him for everything and let it go.”

“You won’t.”

“How do you know?”

“Because you’re not dumb,” he chuckles, “Y/n, you’ll probably both cry and then you’ll want to smack him after you’re done being sad.”

“I guess you’re right,” you say looking down at your hands, “He’ll probably let me smack him too.”

“Yes he would,” he gets out of your bed, “I love our heart to hearts but we got a party to get to. Everyone is probably already there but you know I love being fashionably late.”

“Okay let’s go!”

Seokjin’s place wasn’t far from yours, in fact none of you guys lived far from each other. You each somehow managed to lived within five to ten minutes from each other. The car ride was short and just a couple jokes were exchanged mainly coming from you, teasing Jimin’s sloppy moments when he’s drunk. He parks and you both walk up to the house. Already there are people on the porch and on the front yard making out. Walking through the front door a strong smell of vodka and tequila hit your nose, and you face Jimin. He just smiles and leads you to where he has already spotted your friends.

“Y/n-ie we’ve missed you!” Hobi engulfs you into a hug and kisses the top of your head.

You both pull away and you look around at your group. Taehyung was nowhere to be seen among them and you were a bit disappointed. After taking another glance you realize Jungkook isn’t there either so they must just be late as you and Jimin were. Your thoughts were confirmed when you felt arms wrap around your torso from behind and a chin lightly rested on your shoulder.

“You came!” Jungkook says pulling away.

You just nodded and let him greet his hyungs, that’s when you turned to your right and saw Taehyung standing there already looking at you with a shy smile. You return the smile and look down at the floor… he looked so… good. Jimin noticed your energy shift and nudged you, you lift your head up and see him smiling. His hand snakes down to grab yours and yoru finger intertwine.

“Let’s go dance!”

You eyes widened because the last time you “danced” with someone it was to make Taehyung jealous. You laugh and shake your head no.

“No no. I’m good I promise.” You whisper into his ear.

All the guys stood around in the circle by the dining room, talking about their plans for the summer. They were already planning for a vacation between the eight of you, to go to the beach or on a road trip. The whole time, you and Taehyung stole glances at each other, and every single time you’d catch each other. You guys ended up just having a mini staring contest but he ended up losing after you genuinely smiled at him and he returned it with a cute huge smile and he squinted his eyes closed.

“Ha! I won!” you say sticking your tongue out.

The guys all turned to look at the both of you, a bit surprised that you had actually said anything at all. Taehyung himself was a bit shocked you even looked at his direction so even those two words you spoke warmed his heart and his smile didn’t fade. Neither of you communicated after that, and the conversation between everyone ended up dying down. One by one they each went their separate ways, except Jimin, you, and of course Tae. You knew Jimin was only there because he knew you were still on edge about talking again to Taehyung and he didn’t want to abandon you to suffer alone.

“Go have fun. I’ll be fine. I think I’m ready.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to leave you without any support.” he says looking at Tae’s direction.

“Yes, now go! Go get high and drunk and all that destructive stuff you do all the time.”

He laughs at your words and leaves. If it weren’t for the music, you’d be standing there in complete silence; if it weren’t for the drunken students walking by, you’d both be alone; if it weren’t for the sweaty atmosphere, the awkward tension would be more obvious to the public. You just nod your head up and down trying to figure out how to have decent conversation.

“Do you want to go outside and we can just chill out without all this mess?” He says walking up to you.

“Okay.”

You signalled him to lead the way to wherever he wanted to go, and he went straight to the back deck. It was surprisingly empty and quiet, with only the bass being able to be heard through the walls. Seokjin had a small outdoor table and a couple chairs around it so you both decided to sit there. The moon was full tonight, the stars seemed a little brighter too; the atmosphere wasn’t as awkward as you imagined it would be if you took out all the party energy. It was quiet but not uncomfortable.

You felt calm though, maybe because you missed him, the anger wasn’t present tonight. You wanted to speak up and say something, something funny that would make you both laugh and smile. But nothing seemed to come to mind, you were more just wondering a lot and trying to stop yourself from asking any questions. He seemed to notice your sort of of behavior and looked up at the stars. He didn’t want to be the first one to speak in case it bothered you for any reason so he waited for you to say something. You finally look at him and really take a good look at him. He was wearing a very colorful patterned collared shirt, he had left three buttons unbuttoned so his chest and collarbones were out. Looking at his chest you see the letter of your first name shining brightly despite there being no other light besides the moonlight. The necklace lay so delicately around his neck, and accented it so beautifully. Your eyes scan down to view the rest of his outfit and of course he’s wearing trousers and dress shoes. At this point Taehyung was finally looking at you and as your eyes met his you saw tears in his eyes.

“You know I never wanted to hurt you the way that I did.” he says softly.

“Then why did you?” you reply just as soft.

“Because I’m an idiot. I knew your feelings, and I knew mine too, but they scared me. I was scared of getting into this,” he signals between the two of you, “and messing it up. But I did it anyways without it ever becoming more.”

“What scared you about your feelings?”

“Not being enough… You’re so amazing and kind and loving, I didn’t think I’d deserve to have a girlfriend like you. I was always out fucking random girls, and it’s not like I can lie about that because you saw it happen and it’s not the biggest secret on campus.”

He pauses for a second to reach for your hand.

“Throughout the years of being friends and spending so much time together, I knew you were different from all those other girls. You saw me date and be with girls all the time but you never once judged me for it or called me names,”

….

“I mean other than Taefucc,, but I know that was more endearing than making fun of me. And I’d have these moments with those girls but when I finished, I’d be thinking about what you were doing. If you were busy so I could come over or if you could come over. At first I assumed it was because you were my best friend and you were ten times more fun than they ever were. Then one night everything changed, I noticed you were distant because you knew I came after my little meetups and still you never said anything. I started to feel guilty about it the more I did it, and then I stopped fucking around as often and only did it once in a while.”

You listen to his every word wanting to know his side and what he had been feeling. It was what you always wanted, to know his real feelings and his fears about it all.

“Then you started hanging out more with hyung and getting drunk with him, being more touchy. I got jealous and I didn’t get it at first, I thought it was because you were my best friend and I didn’t want anyone to steal my spot. It wasn’t until you kissed him that I knew, I was,” he stopped and interlocked our fingers together, “I was, well still am, in love with you. And so I ignored you for those couple days and ignored you even more when it went further, until I couldn’t just sit there and watch it happen. So I made my move and it worked. I had you but I knew I wasn’t good for you.”

“Why do you say that? You always say ‘I’m not enough’ or ‘I’m no good for you’. But you don’t know what’s good for me and what isn’t. If you were no good i’d be in there finding someone else to spend my time with but instead I’m out here listening to you. You know why? Because you are enough to me. I know you have a good heart and that you can be a good ass boyfriend and that you can love without messing up so badly.”

“I don’t understand how you can think that after what I did.”

“Because you aren’t defined by one, or multiple, mistakes you’ve made. You’re much more than your errors, and I see the you behind all that. I see the real you. I’ve seen you cry over cute animal videos and over Moana even though it wasn’t that sad of a movie. I’ve seen you be supportive to those you care so deeply about, like me. You were always there for me no matter the issue and never hesitated to drop everything to make me happy.”

“But you did the same.”

“Well yeah you big dumbo, because I’m in love with you too.”

His tears were falling freely as you both spoke to each other and had a heart to heart. It felt nice, even though you were still hurt about what happened you understood his point of view. You understood where his head was at when he did everything. You weren’t forgiving him by listening, you were allowing yourself to hear him out and think about giving him a second chance.

“I know this isn’t the time and place for this, but I’ve had this sitting on my nightstand for the last month. I only brought it tonight because I knew I’d see you, even though we agreed to meet up tomorrow morning. I was hoping to talk tonight, like this.”

He reaches down his pocket to grab whatever he was talking about. A small velvet black box comes out and is placed on the table. He gently slides it over in front of you and looks at you then back at the box.

“For your birthday, I had told you I had a better surprise waiting for you and I didn’t want to give it in front of everyone because it was too precious for me. I also had a whole speech ready and was going to ask you to be my girlfriend… but as you saw and experienced that didn’t go as planned.”

You chuckle and reach out for the box, “What is it?”

“Open it and find out.”

Your hands gently open the box and a set of earrings in the shape of hearts lay inside, below it, there is a gold necklace just as thin as the one you were wearing. You pull the necklace out and see a small letter T hanging on it; the T had a small diamond on the center of it.

“T as in Troy?” you giggle, “Taehyungie how did you know?”

“Oh gosh, why didn’t I think that through..” he laughs at your HSM reference, “So do you like it?”

“Of course, Tae. They’re beautiful, I love it, you shouldn’t have spent so much money, baby.”

“I wanted to get something special for you that meant something more than a piece of clothing. I’m glad you love it princess.”

You place the necklace back in the box and close it.

“I see you have the old necklace I bought you. It’s cute but this one is better,” He says.

You chuckle at his comment but suddenly a wave of emotions hit you. Maybe this is what he thought would make you fully forgive him. This was his way of winning you over.

“I don’t want you to think this is me trying to win you over. I just wanted you to have it since it was supposed to be special.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it so much Tae.”

“Anything for you, princess.”

You look at your phone and see the time, it’s pretty late, later than you expected it to be. 2:23 a.m.. You both practically missed the entire party, but neither of you cared. This was better than spending two hours with drunk college students. The night was warm but the trees gave you a nice cool breeze which kept the humidity at a low. Now that you’ve both expressed your feeling it didn’t seem like there was much to talk about so you both look up to the sky and let the breeze brush up against your skin. You knew you wanted to give him another chance, he meant so much to you; and you believed in him, although your fears weren’t quite gone yet.

“I’ve said it so many times, it’s starting to lose it’s meaning but I’m sorry baby. I love you, I really do. Even if you can’t give me a second chance at us being together maybe we can try and be friends again. I would take anything, anything at all just to be with you.”

“Prove it.”

“What?”

“I’m not saying I don’t believe you, because I do. But show me, show me you love me. Show me you’re willing to be different and open about love and give me your heart the way I’m willing to give you mine. It’s not easy, I know that. But if you love me it won’t be difficult. I know it’s scary giving someone your all but maybe it’s worth it. Maybe I’m worth it. I know you also have been working on yourself which I’m proud of, but now, work on us.”

“What if I can’t?”

“You don’t know unless you give it a try. You tried to make us work without really putting all your feelings in and communicating, why not try to win me over by being able to communicate your feelings, your fears, your heart, with me. I want you to show me the real you, the man I love with all of my heart. I want to give that man a second chance.”

“I’m scared.”

“That’s okay. I am too.” you reach for his hand, “but that’s part of working things out. Not knowing where things will take us but heading there together.”

He presses your foreheads together and looks into your eyes, “I’ll show you princess. I’ll fight for us, I know you’re fighting for us already and need to catch up.”

You close the gap between your lips and kiss him softly. He’s a bit surprised by your actions on expecting you to kiss him. But he returns the kiss and smiles as it comes to an end.

“I missed you.” he says.

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urlocalkpoptrash · 7 years ago

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Betting On A Miracle ~ Min Yoongi AU| Chapter 4.

|You spent most of your life with the same people, in the same places, doing the same things. Risk isn’t a word you’d ever associate with your life, or fun for that matter. Until, your world is flipped upside down. You meet three new people who change everything you thought you knew.|

A/N: This took so much longer than expected, but next Chapter should be out later today or tomorrow (it’s 4am right now). I’m so excited to write a cute little fair night for the babies and y/n... plus there may be some Yoongi Fluff 😏😏 also, let me know how you’re feeling so far. My asks are always open, babies. I love so much to hear from you.

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Joon and Tae sat on one cushion, pressed together as you all talked about what to do tonight. The boys had the day off tomorrow so no one needed to worry about sleeping passed alarms. You were sitting in front of Hobi on the floor, his legs wrapped around your torso, and his chin resting on your shoulder. Jimin and Jungkook had their noses buried deep in their phone, glancing up every few minutes to let us know they were still paying attention.

“Food, obviously. I think that’s the only way we could convince Yoongi to do anything tonight,” Hobi piped up, his breath gently caressing the skin against your neck.

“Okay. Food,” You hummed, your bottom lip slipping between your teeth.

“You know what sounds so good? Fair food,” Jungkook mumbled from his side of the room.

“Oh yeah. Funnel cake,” Jimin added, unintentionally licking his pouty lips.

“You two are absolutely no help,” Tae said, picking his head up off Namjoons shoulder.

“Wait! No. Jungkook, you’re a genius!” You pulled yourself from Hobi’s death grip, standing up.

Your quick motions made everyone turn their attention to you. Jimin lifting a brow, curiously waiting for you to explain your outburst.

“Remember when we were driving home from camping last summer? And we had to drive through a tiny ass town?” You looked over at Tae, who shifted so he was fully sitting up.

“We couldn’t miss it, Y/N,” He scooted to the edge of the couch.

“They had a little fair by the lake, and it looked like it was open all year round,” You took a step forward.

“It is, I just checked.” Kook lifted his phone to show a blurry picture of the fair ground.

“Food and there is no way in hell the paparazzi will find us there,” you turned to face Hobi. He already had a smile radiating against warm skin.

“I think we found our plans tonight,” He stood up, walking down the hall to your room where he had his phone plugged in.

You had to take two cars, not everyone would fit into one. Tae, Joon, and Kook all rode in one car, and you, Jimin, Yoongi and Hobi were in the other. Obviously Tae drove the first car, he knew exactly where it was, and Jimin drove the other car with you in it.

“You’re the DJ,” you tossed the aux cord back to Hobi, who quickly whipped his phone out.

Yoongi let out a soft groan as he watched his friend scroll through his phone. You looked back, letting your eyes meet with Yoongi for a moment.

“Did I make a mistake?” You turned up the volume, waiting for the music to begin.

He nodded, wordlessly. You could tell this was going to be a long night. When you guys had picked up Yoongi, he barely even said a word when everyone was being introduced, it was clear this wasn’t his element.

Music began to fill the car. You immediately started laughing, you could tell the beat of the song the moment it started to play.

“Are you playing your OWN MIXTAPE?!” You grinned back at him, as he shrugged with a mischievous smile.

“Maybe,” he couldn’t help but join in on your laughter.

“I told you,” yoongi’s quiet, yet harsh voice spoke up.

“I should have listened to you,” you shook your head, propping your feet on the dashboard.

“Are you a cave man?” Jimin asked without taking his eyes off the road.

“Me woman, you man.” You pointed at yourself, scrunching your face.

Hobi chuckled from the back, while Jimin reached over hitting your legs playfully. The ride was about an hour, and the sun had started to sink down, making a golden painting in the car, covering the black interior with nature’s finest art work. You leaned your head back, tapping your thumb on the back of your phone to the beat of an unfamiliar song playing off hobi’s phone.

“This is pretty,” You muse, closing your eyes.

“It’s an instrumental piece by Yoongi,” he said, nonchalantly.

“This is really amazing, Yoongi,” you turned your head to look back at him. If you weren’t mistaken, his cheeks lit up in a soft shade of pink, but the sun was particularly blinding.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

“Thank you,” Hobi teased him, mimicking his voice.

Yoongi rolled his eyes, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. You could see him from the rear view mirror, his attention was focused on looking out the window, the sun shining just below his eyes. The soft tan that had started to form on his characteristics was glowing under the warmth. His lips were slightly parted, in a comfortable slack as he enjoyed the scenery. Jimin looked over at you, with a smirk that was more wicked than any witch. He cleared his throat, causing you to turn your head quickly. You could already feel the heat prickling at the skin on your cheeks. You bit your lip, looking at him like a kid who was just caught stealing a cookie.

The rest of the ride was pretty standard, you could hear Yoongi and Hoseok discussing some work functions they were to attend next week, you tried to ease drop, but the conversation was so mundane that you tuned it out. Jimin pointed to the lights that were starting to become more clear as you guys got closer to the fairgrounds.

You followed behind Taehyung and the other boys, finding a parking spot. It was rather busy for what you thought was a small town. Everyone climbed out, the boys stretching out their legs, lifting their arms in the air. Tae and Joon were standing together, their hands touching, but not intertwined. You nudged Hobi with your elbow, pointing to their backs. The joyous sound of his laugh filled the air, making Yoongi pay attention to what you were pointing out. He stepped beside Hobi, cocking his head in confusion.

“What is happening there?” He questioned.

“You miss a lot when you decide to stay home, Yoon’s,” hoseok shrugged, putting his hand on your lower back, leading you towards everyone else.

You looked back at Yoongi, who’s face had soured, his arms making a secure barrier around his chest. All the other boys had made a circle, making a plan on which rides to go on first, what food to eat, and what games to play. Yoongi still hadn’t joined the group when you made a little step back, extending your arm. You grabbed onto his wrist, pulling him into the group, his arms still locked tightly against his body. He stood beside you, the frown still wrinkling the sides of his mouth.

The boys had made decisions while you were trying to include Yoongi, they all shared numbers with one another just in case anyone got lost, but you knew the group chat that was going to happen, would ruin your life. You couldn’t help but shake your head with a giggle.

“What?” Hobi leaned in to speak only to you.

“I bet by morning we’ll have a group chat going,” you looked at him, leaning your chin on his shoulder. He leaned in planting a kiss on your forehead.

“Yah, Y/N, you’re too cute,” He mumbled, taking your hand, dragging you a long with him.

As you were being steered towards the entrance, you reached out for Yoongi again with your free hand, and to your surprise he took it. You looked back at him, but he refused to make eye contact with you, his eyes staying on the ground. You yanked gently, his feet stumbling as you pulled him closer.

“Come on, Yoons,” you called him by the same nickname Hobi had just used on him, a smile of adoration starting to form on your lips. A new soft spot forming for the closed off boy, a spot you didn’t know was blooming.

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magicalsalamander · 7 years ago

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The Firefly that Guards the Fox III

Pairing: BTS Taehyung ⇆ Reader

Words: 6.9K

Warnings: Overall story rated mature; Explicit themes, action/ violence, bloodshed, death of minor characters.

Summary: His mother and father weren’t supposed to fall in love. They weren’t supposed to find a mate in one another.

They weren’t supposed to.

After losing his father years ago, Taehyung vows to find and avenge the injustice his family has gone through. You were childhood friends with Taehyung. The four of you Taehyung, Hoseok, your older brother and you were inseparable. You were torn apart from Taehyung, your fox who’ve you’ve always vowed to protect and be with, without a warning. He called you Firefly, you called him Tae-Tae the fox. Was your fate supposed to end there in the past with your childhood?

A/N: Orig post date: 01|17|18; Updated intro 12|12|19. Part of the KLF Universe.

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Before the elevator doors could open to the ground floor you stood up, but the haze in your eyes didn’t clear. You walked out of the elevator and out the glass entrance door weaving yourself into the sea of passing people. The crowd took no mercy on you, the masses were on autopilot. Standing in the midst of the crowd shoulders knocked against yours repeatedly; your purse was pulled to the ground on accident when a business man on the phone carelessly ran into you. Still, you remained indifferent to everything. He kept going not bothering to apologize. Everyone kept moving, except you. You were frozen.

He was alive! However, meeting him again and finding out that he’s a well-known lawyer, your potential boss, was not the way you pictured the reunion. How could he be in such plain sight? It clicked so you rushed to pick up your purse and pulled out your cell phone. It was one of the first generations of smart phones, but it still worked and it didn’t have any scratches on it. You open a web browser and searched “Kim Taehyung Hybrid Welfare Legal Law Group, LLC,” and instantly over 10,000 results came up. The first article was of him walking from a courthouse with the title “Kim puts the notorious serial, hybrid killer behind bars”, another was “Lawyer Kim Taehyung gives statement on bringing the CEO of CJT Corps, who abused his hybrids, to light.” You were stunned, he’s been in plain sight this whole time. It was the twenty first century, why didn’t you use the internet? You already knew the answer to that though, you were just too busy and didn’t have any social media.

You kept scrolling and opened the company’s website moving past the other lawyer’s bios until you found his. This is why you should’ve done your research. You stopped when a photo of him working came into frame. They must’ve taken his picture without him knowing from the candid shot. He was looking down at some paperwork with his head propped at a 45-degree angle resting in his hand at his desk. It was weird seeing him grown up and so--manly looking, his deep voice rang in your head picturing him in the exact same way minutes ago. You shook yourself out of staring at the photo and read his short bio, “Kim Taehyung has been a brilliant lawyer for Hybrid Welfare Legal Law Group, LLC, since 2014. Kim graduated early from the national University at the age of twenty, opting to take honor and advance placement classes. He graduated with a degree in Linguistics and a minor in Philosophy. Kim entered the University’s Law program the following semester after graduation and left three years later ranking in the top 10% percentile of the Bar Exam takers. He’s worked for Free Will Legal Office, LLC, and Liberation Legal Advocacy Corporation, LLC, throughout Law school and interned afterwards. He started working for us at the age of twenty-four and worked his way up to being one of the four main lawyers of our office. A quote from Kim, ‘I will work hard until I can put an end to hybrid abuse and put those who abuse hybrids behind bars.’ We believe Kim Taehyung is the future in hybrid rights.”

Your jaw fell agape, you couldn’t believe this was the same Tae. The Tae you knew was a clumsy, happy-go lucky, carefree kit. Time has really changed things. You crossed your purse over your chest and put your phone back in its slot. You tucked your blazer closer to you when a breeze blew by and walked towards the nearest bus stop. You felt so ashamed of yourself, you wanted to see him again, but he didn’t even remember you. Were you that forgetful? Did your friendship mean nothing to him? You kept walking to the bus station and sat on the cracked, plastic bench and almost missed your bus when you were lost in thought. You ran after the bus, almost slipping on mud, smacking the side of the bus until it captured the driver’s attention and he stopped for you. Even on the ride on the bus you couldn’t stop thinking about him. The rest of the day was spent in this weird smog as if you were walking through a valley of smoke.

You walked up the steep hill to your apartment late at night after your closing shift. You deviated from your path and stopped at the living room converted into a convenient store tucked in one of the houses along the road and perused the short isles. You picked up a few beers from the fridge and chips on a stand. The auntie who sat on a loveseat watching old soap operas just asked for the money with an outheld hand without even paying you any mind. You’ve been here enough to know eachother by first name, “Thanks Lola.” She waved you off with her enclosed hand, you were interrupting the dialogue of her show. You walked up to your rooftop apartment and sat down on the low platform outside your apartment. You sat the crinkling plastic bag next to you along with your purse and just sighed. You dug inside and pulled out any one of the two beers. You pulled back the aluminum tab that released a satisfying hiss. You hoped that this little thing would release some of your pressure too. No, you weren’t a drinker only having drank a total of two times before; both times with your brother when you graduated college, then law school. You just wanted to indulge in this one time.

You took the can and cheered it to the sky before taking a hefty gulp of the stout and breathed a sigh of relief afterwards. You really didn’t understand why people like the taste of alcohol or the flavor of beer at this point, it tasted awful. However, you spent five dollars on all this you weren’t going to let it go to waste. You kept sipping with furrowed brows trying to catch a buzz to sleep better tonight. You laid back on your elbows supporting you looking up at the starry sky. Its been so long since you’ve looked up and taken in the world around you. The stars were so beautiful they twinkled and glimmered as if they were communicating with one another. You picked up your beer and took small sips. This reminded you of the old days when the four of you were laying on the same type of platform doing the same thing. You were starting to feel tipsy, maybe because you never drank or maybe the alcohol hit your system fast because you haven’t eaten in a while. Maybe. You took a deep inhale and then yelled out, “Yah! Taehyung! You’re alive! You’re-- really alive and doing well! I’m so… proud of you! Wow, I saw you today and you didn’t—you didn’t even recognize me! Did I really change that much? Huh?” You had to catch your breath you were so worked up and somewhere along the line you started crying. “How could you—how could you do that to me?” You don’t know when but as some point exhaustion took over from crying so hard and yelling. You fell deep asleep on the platform.

A half hour later your brother walked up the side stairs, his black combat boots clinking against the metal staircase leading to the apartment. He hummed and blew a puff of smoke in the air from his hot breath hitting the icy air. He rubbed his gloved hands together and shoved them in his pocket for any warmth and dug for his keys. The yellow-green flood light dulled against the cement floor, but it caught his attention when it reflected against the plastic bag on the platform. He stepped closer to see exactly what was there only to find you sprawled out sleeping. Tired from his long day as well, he came up to you and smacked your cheek, “hey, hey wake up.” You just groaned and turned to your side landing on top of the plastic bag and knocking over your half full beer. “Hey!” Your brother went to grab the sticky drink before it leaked any further onto the wood and shook his hand in frustration when it coated his hands. He really took in your appearance redden nose, dirty clothes and sneakers haphazardly thrown. You had your “suit uniform” spilling out of your purse as if it was shoved in angrily. He hated seeing you work endlessly and keep going to job interviews tirelessly. He wanted to make your life easier, but he didn’t have a direct way fix that. He sat you up and slung you over his back and then hung your purse over his neck. The plastic bag was in his hand while the other held the house keys, “Yah, you feel too light. You’ve lost too much weight. Why aren’t you eating stupid?” He knew you couldn’t hear any of his complaints, but he still complained none the less. He flopped you onto your twin size bed and pulled the comforter over you. He sat next to you and flattened your wild hair down, it was the least he could do for you after all the things you do for him. Somewhere down the line the roles have changed, and you started taking care of him. He kissed your forehead and turned off the lights closing your bedroom door.

The next morning at seven thirty you woke up to your phone alarm blaring that repetitive noise and a fat headache. You were in pain, but you still had to turn off your insistent alarm. You looked at yourself and wondered how you got inside, it must’ve been your great instincts. You blindly made your way to the bathroom and took a shower. The hot water was so comforting easing the headache to a dull pain. You made it back to your bedroom to change into your day uniform, but were stopped by a surprising figure in the kitchen.

With eyebrows raise you looked at your brother who was diligently mixing something over the counter. He had something on his cheek when he turned around, “Morning sunshine, you look great!” You furrowed your brows and grumbled to him, “shut up.” He laughed, “be out soon to eat before you leave. You don’t have much time before you have to go.” Not about to argue with his comeback you went to change and ready your purse. You packed your only other set of skinny jeans and the same black t-shirt into your bag replacing your suit uniform. You made your way out of the room with light makeup on since it was more appropriate for your day job. You took a peek over your brother’s shoulder on your tippy toes and made a face pulling the sides of your lips down impressed with his makeshift breakfast sandwich. He smacked your creeping hand trying to grab extra pieces of packaged ham and said take some aspirins. “Yes, mom. Love you, mom!” He laughed at your annoyance and you followed through really needing it to carry on today. He let you slip your shoes on before handing you paper bag with a ham sandwich and a breakfast sandwich to carry tucked into a napkin. You were so touched your brother never did stuff like this. You looked at him suspiciously, “did you do something wrong?” He played up an expression of upset with a hand over his chest, “can’t a brother do something nice for a change?” You smiled not willing to have your sandwich revoked and hugged him tight, “thank you for everything.” You snatched the sandwich and placed it in your mouth as you ran out the door waving him goodbye.

You made your way into the diner and grabbed your apron from of your locker. You greeted the older auntie who ran the shop and your coworkers, it was back to the basics. You were working non-stop until you had a fifteen-minute break around noon. You went to your locker in the breakroom and pulled out your phone. There was a missed call from Mrs. Lee. You were panicking internally. What if it was something important? Why was she calling back so soon? For sure only early call backs were rejections, how could he decide overnight? With a shaky finger you hovered over the call button but pressed it and brought it up to your ear. You sat in a chair shaking your leg impatiently while chewing on your thumb in anticipation. There was no voicemail, so it was up in the air to what she needed. She picked up after the seventh ring, “Hello Mrs. Lee this is Y/N Y/L/N. I’m sorry I missed your call I wasn’t able to answer the call while on shift.” She waved it off bidding everything fine, “I understand. I wanted to call you with the results of the interview.” Your heart was racing and begging her to put you down gently. “Mr. Kim has decided that he wants to hire you. We would love it if you could start as soon as possible.”

You were frozen. You were hired! You were hired? “I’m sorry Mrs. Lee, can you please repeat that please?” She laughed at your confused state, “You’re hired Ms. Y/L/N. When can you start?” It took a few seconds, but you were smiling like and idiot and bowing in thanks even though she couldn’t see. “Are you sure Mr. Kim relayed the message right Mrs. Lee? I don’t mean to guess your work, I just can’t believe it,” you spoke at her rapidly and in disbelief. “I’m positive Ms. Y/L/N.” You promised that you would be able to start in the next few days since you had to let your current jobs know you would be resigning. She congratulated you and hung up. You were so excited with the news you stood up and danced, you absolutely couldn’t hold in your excitement. You stopped mid jig and the news really set in. You were going to be working with Taehyung. Would you tell him who you were? So many thoughts were running through your mind, but first things first you had to quite these part time jobs!

You spoke to all your employers who were happy for you, but they asked for a few days more until they could find a replacement. Your bosses from both places were more like long time friends now and they wished you luck and to keep the door open to use you for legal help. As soon as all things were set you called Mrs. Lee to let her know you could make it exactly in three days. She was glad to hear that you worked it all out and would see you very soon at eight a.m. sharp. You were so excited that that night you went home and told your brother you finally got the job! You even made a video call with your brother to your parents telling them the news. They couldn’t be happier for you, and it felt like things were finally working out. You spent that night sitting in bed scrolling again through the company’s website on Taehyung’s bio page. You reread the information over and over again. This was too important to pass up and if Taehyung didn’t recognize you, that was fine. You were going to start fresh again now anyways, so if he didn’t remember you it wouldn’t be the end of the world. You wondered if he still spoke to Hoseok. You wondered a million and one things, but it still didn’t change how hurt your heart felt. You plugged your phone in to your charger and set it on your bed side table. You stared out your window and thanked the stars for watching over you.

You adjusted the same blazer, button up and slacks you wore on your interview. The same flats were adorning your feet, ready for work. You pulled your hair up in a pony tail in the elevator. The smooth, long locks flicked side to side as you looped it in the hair tie. The elevator doors opened to the receptionist lobby. The receptionist, who now asked you to refer to her as Mrs. Smith, congratulated you on your employment. She looked left and right subtly then curled her index finger to beckon you in whispering distance. “Mr. Kim can be a bit…rude. He’s not the kindest, but he works very hard. You’re the only interviewee that made it out of the 150 that applied just this month. I don’t even…” Mrs. Lee came into the receptionist office and cleared her throat. You jumped back and bowed to greet her. She smiled politely at you and raised a brow to Mrs. Smith. Mrs. Smith began humming and went back to work like nothing happened. Mrs. Lee signaled for you to follow her down the hall. You trailed behind her into the open work space.

“This last row of desks in this open space in the far back is where we will be working. The other three rows are meant for the other lawyers.” She pointed along with her words as she lead you down the rows of already busy workers, some gave you a glance while other worked diligently. You were shown to the first desk at the beginning of the row where it was empty, “this is your spot. You can decorate it as much as you like.” You thanked her setting down your purse and she lead you to the other employees under Mr. Kim. The first employee she introduced you to a man who went by casually by the name Key, but his actual name was Kim Kibum. He was a paralegal and was Taehyung’s right-hand man. He looked you up and down, but welcomed you politely. Key carried this sassy carefree air about him that seemed to lack for a lawyer. The next employee was female employee younger than you who was there as a legal assistant. She was still in law school and working her way to becoming a lawyer. She was cold towards you and didn’t care to respond, but Mrs. Lee let you know her name was Jung Krystal. She was pretty, but her attitude made you want to take that statement back. That was the whole team. You could see why they needed you on the team. There weren’t enough members on the team, you wondered how they’ve won so many cases so far with so little people.

Mrs. Lee lead you to Mr. Kim’s office knocking getting the typical non-lingual response. She motioned for you to enter and followed behind closing the door. Your heart was racing seeing him again, in fact it’s been racing as you entered the ground level lobby. He was in a navy-blue suit that really brought out his orange fur on his ears. You tried to calm yourself knowing hybrids can sense your heart rate and anxiety levels. He was in the same position as the other day, but instead he had a cup of coffee in his hands taking sips of his black coffee delicately. You gulped and after Mrs. Lee called to you, you turned to him and reintroduced yourself with your self still bent in a bow thanked him for hiring you. You slowly raised yourself to standing position, but didn’t bring your eyes up immediately. You raised your eyes slowly and as if the world slowed his eyes locked on yours holding them in amusement. He held his gaze on yours silently with a raised brow. He was sizing you up, so you continued, “I will work hard under your team as a lawyer.” He laughed a little, “No, you won’t be working under me as a lawyer. At least not yet.” You looked at him wide eyes, but he continued, “You will be working alongside Ms. Jung, until you prove you can hold your own.” He took another sip of coffee looking for you to challenge him. You were going to have to start from the bottom, the literal bottom of the food chain. You were ready for the challenge though, you lived for the challenge. You smiled politely at him, “I’m willing to show you that I’m a worthy member of this team Mr. Kim.” He was curt and just hummed waving you both off to leave. You understood Mrs. Smith now.

Mrs. Lee escorted you back to your desk and Krystal and Key came over to your desk to drop four boxes full of paperwork that needed sorting and to be categorized by case. You sighed internally at the amount of work, but rolled up your sleeves went to work. Mrs. Lee patted your shoulder and wished you luck. Before you knew it the hands on the clocked turned and it was noon, you were barely a quarter of the way through with one box. Mrs. Lee tapped your shoulder interrupting your concentration, “Mr. Kim is calling for you in his office.” You got up dusting yourself off and made your way over to his office. You knocked lightly and wiped your dusty hands on your slacks and got the approval grunt. You stepped in and was only greeted by an outstretched sticky note in which you took in both hands. “What is this Mr. Kim?” You couldn’t make out the coding of what FR, OC and BrB meant. He looked up at you with a glare as if you’ve just insulted his mother. “My lunch, now go pick it up for me,” he looked at his watch, “and I want it by 1 p.m. Now hurry.” You looked at the clock on the wall and it read 12:15 p.m. How were you supposed to make it back to the office in 45 minutes?

You were going to prove him wrong for underestimating you, “Of course, Mr. Kim.” You stepped out of his office and power walked back to the open space, but was stopped by more sticky notes by your team; even the intern who should be doing all this. You were a little upset by the intern’s rudeness, but you weren’t going to let this shake you. You took them and asked them to decode Mr. Kim’s note first. “Its fried rice, orange chicken and broccoli beef from Panda Express.” Not caring to waste any more time you ran out of the office like lightening. You had to pick up coffees from Starbucks, sandwiches from Subway on top of Mr. Kim’s order. You were walking so fast with three bags swinging on your arms and four coffees in a carboard cup holder. You were adjusting a bag on your arm trying to reach the sticky notes your blazer pocket one last time when someone ran directly into you. The coffees in your hand down poured onto you soaking your white button up. A mix of hot and cold pungent liquid all over your white button up. You liked coffee, but not to this extent. You weren’t concerned about your shirt though, you were about the coffee. You checked the time and ran back to the coffee shop a few stores back. The man who was trying to apologize to you was left standing there in confusion.

You made it back to the office panting at 12:59 p.m. and set everything down on the round conference table of your section. The members at their desk all looked at you concerned with the blatant brown stain on your shirt, but you were in a rush. You only had a minute left! You grabbed his tray, fork and napkins along with his venti coffee. You knocked on his door with your elbow and got the grunt. You made your way into his office and set the food down on the cleared portion of his desk. You stepped back waiting for his response. He set his pen down and took his Ray-Ban Clubmaster glasses off. He looked at you judgingly and then took in the brown stain poured down your front. He chooses to not comment but went to grab the tray. He popped open the container and hummed, not in approval or disapproval just a throaty noise. You were sweating for more reason than one. He finally said something, “you’re late by two minutes Ms. Y/L/N. How do you expect me to depend on you with that kind of timing?” You were shocked you made it late but bit your tongue, “I’m sorry Sir, it won’t happen ever again.” He raised a brow, “better not Y/L/N.” You were surprised that he addressed you by your first name. It felt weird hearing it again. He grabbed at the plastic fork but tossed it in his small trash bin, “I don’t eat my Chinese food with a fork, go get me chopsticks.” You were panicking you didn’t grab any, so you tried to think of anything besides having to go all the way back. You remembered you had your own chopsticks for your lunch. You asked him for a second and ran to your desk and rummaged your purse until you found your chopsticks at the bottom of your lunch bag. The metal chopsticks would work perfectly. You knocked again and handed him the utensil with both hands. He took them from you and commented, “I prefer wooden ones, but I’ll settle.” You were holding your comeback in, you were glad you weren’t a dragon hybrid at this moment. You asked him if that was all he needed, and he waved you off again. You made it back to your desk where everyone was now eating and working at their own. Mrs. Lee and Kibum thanked you, but Krystal just ate quietly. She’s yet to say a word to you.

You got back to work and ate your food with an extra plastic fork left in one of the bags. Again, time has passed by quickly and before you knew it the rest of your team was leaving for the night and biding you good night. Mrs. Lee told you to, “go home soon, there’s always tomorrow.” You smiled and said you would, but in by the looks of your desk you knew it was going to be a long night. Your desk lamp was the last one on in the office and you were working on the last four case files from the third box. You sat up cracking your back then heard a voice next to you, “I’m not paying you for overtime.” Jolting at the sound you banged your knee on the desk but stood up with a click of your knees and replied, “Mr. Kim! I know, but I want to finish before I leave.” He looked over your shoulder to see the stack of different sorted casefiles. He looked back at you stoically with his tail swishing casually and just walked off. You called after him, “Good night Mr. Kim” and you whispered, “Good night Tae Tae” when he was around the corner while rubbing your knee.

Taehyung came home to an empty apartment. His roommates Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook were still out. Jimin and Hoseok was out practicing choreography for an upcoming tour for a famous artist. Jungkook was probably working a late shift at the station. They’ve all made it into fields they’ve dreamt of. Taehyung pulled out a bottle of wine from the wine rack and popped open the cork. He used his better sense of smell and took in the fruity flavor of the vintage wine. He poured himself a glass and pulled out some ingredients from the fridge and went to prepare himself dinner. A few minutes later he heard the keycode being punched in and the scuffing of boots at the entrance. The heavy timberlands hit the floor with a thud near the shoe rack and a Bunny still in his police uniform set his phone on the island counter along with his badges and plopped himself in a bar stool across the stove. He greeted Taehyung, “Hyung, I’m home! You won’t believe the day I had!”

At home Taehyung could let loose and be himself, he didn’t have to put up a hard exterior that he did at the office. “Tell me about it then, Kookie.” He went on to say about a few weeks ago a drunk uncle was abusing his young hybrid but a heroine stepped in and saved the hybrid. She was a lawyer too! She beat the man into submission and pinned him to the floor. She went with the hybrid to the hospital and he found out she knows Jin too! He took the hybrid into his shelter according to the report and getting a phone call from the bear himself. “Anyways, she was really pretty hyung, and I wanted to ask her on a coffee date, you can’t let a cool woman like that just walk by. But that’s not the point, the point is the drunk man is suing the station for taking away his hybrid when he was in an inebriated state.” Taehyung turned to him to him with raised brows and tail swishing in interest, “did you ask her out?” The bunny’s ears went down in sadness, “No, she got into the ambulance before I could even say anything.” Taehyung and Jungkook always told eachother stories going on in their work since they both often shared cases.

More noise came from the front door and in came the last two roommates. Hoseok came into the kitchen first doing some gliding moves but Jimin kneed him in the butt to move out the way. Jimin greeted the two and did the secret handshake that only they would know. Hoseok came next to Taehyung at the stove, “Tae Tae, what are you making? Is there enough for all of us?” He didn’t plan on making enough for everyone, but wordlessly he was throwing more portions onto the skillet. Hoseok thanked Taehyung and the three sat down on the island next to Jungkook who retold his story of his day. Hoseok listened intently then said, “Hey, Tae, doesn’t that girl remind you of the girl from the country side where we used to live? She would do the same for us when we were kids. Her and her brother would always stand up for us!” Taehyung smiled remembering the face of that girl, she had choppy hair and rags for shoes, but she was always happy. He couldn’t remember her name and her facial features were blurry to him now, but he knew the person. He answered honestly, “I do Hobi, it’s was so long ago. Her face is blurry to me now, but I remember that choppy bowl cut flying squirrel.” They all laughed at him calling you a squirrel. Jimin turned to Hoseok, “is she that girl in that photo at Tae mom’s house?” Hoseok lit up remembering the photo,” Yeah! That exact girl!” They carried on chatting and joking. They ended the night with some video games. Taehyung was about to get into bed when he pulled out his phone and in the gallery, he took a picture of that photo in his mom’s house. There was water damage on the photo, so all the faces were blurry. He zoomed in on your face and smiled fondly, “Hey Firefly, it’s been a while. I hope you’re doing well. I hope your still kicking butt and saving foxes like you used to.” He stared at the photo a bit more then set it to charge for the night, “Good night Firefly.”

The next morning you came to the office with the same outfit. You didn’t have enough money to buy any new clothing, your last paycheck to pay utilities and rent. The coffee stain came out of your button up after soaking it in a concoction of home remedy stain remover. You were the first of your team in the office. You finished all the filing last night at 2:30 a.m. A few moments later Mrs. Lee made her way over to your row, “good morning Y/N!” You greeted her back, but she rushed to drop her bag off at her desk to go back to the receptionist area. You sat down at your desk and waited for her to return. Mr. Kim came around the corner with his briefcase adjusting his glasses. You stood up to greet him, but he stopped in his tracks, “You’re still here?” You raised your brows in question, “you hired me correct?” He nodded and carried on to his office closing the door behind him. You saw Mrs. Lee escorting the same family you saw the day you submitted your resume. This time the young man had bruises and a black eye. You looked worriedly at Mrs. Lee, but she just mouthed “later” to you. She sat them at the conference table and told them to wait for her. She came over to you asking for you to get some files for her to present to them. You nodded following her instruction.

When you returned with the case files she asked for, you to sit with her and the family. She introduced you to the woman, Mrs. Miller, and her son David. You shook their hands introducing yourself. She spoke to them about the new revisions and terms that were set by the recent lawyer meeting. You listened intently picking up that she was going through a lawsuit where the other party is suing for assault and defamation. It was hard to believe with David looking as if danger was waiting around the corner for him. Mrs. Lee directed them towards Mr. Kim’s office to discuss things further and Mrs. Lee returned to you. “Mrs. Miller and her son are in a civil lawsuit. A few rich kids at the private school assaulted him, and their parents are trying to turn it around on them. Claiming that David inflected the injuries on himself and are trying to ruin their image. They don’t want to settle out of court. With all evidence we have so far, it points towards hybrid discrimination.” You nodded silently, longingly looking at the office down the hall. Mrs. Lee went to get up but you stopped her before she went on to give you work, “what did Mr. Kim mean when he said ‘you’re still here’?” She looked at you with raised brows sitting down beside you again, “We’ve hired people before you to join the team, but they never stayed after the first day. We’ve gone through 15 people leaving after the first day. They complain that they don’t want to do bottom work with a lawyer’s license, they want to practice already. He always lets them leave. He purposely is a bit overbearing in the beginning to really see if people are made out to work here.” You slowly nodded finally understanding his words. You smiled at her and said, “please give me more work to do!” She laughed at your eagerness, but then went to hand you more boxes. You honestly were more motivated to work harder, this was your dream even if it was starting at the bottom. Nothing good is every handed out, it’s earned.

You went back and forth around the office and brought all cases up to date on filing. The next few weeks you worked endlessly proving yourself. You stayed late often re-doing reports and checking and rechecking paperwork. Taehyung would stop by your desk nightly before he left seeing you were the last one, but never said anything. He just stared at you then walked off, but you always wished him a good night and that he worked hard today. When he stepped away you always called him Tae Tae. It was hard to control your beating heart around the handsome fox.

Taehyung was impressed by your hard work, but he would never tell you. He was impressed the first day when you offered up your chopsticks. He knew he was being difficult, but he needed you to be flexible and adaptable. The things he’s been putting you through were test, not just miniscule task. You still had a long way to go before he trusted you to work on a major case.

But the day came, a month in working at the office. He finally asked you to do something else besides paper work and running small errands. You knocked on his door and stepped into his office. He asked you to sit down in the chair in front of his desk. You were slightly worried thinking you were in trouble, but he interrupted your thoughts, “I want you to go out tomorrow morning with Mr. Kim to David Miller’s private school to get a testimonial from the school and any evidence. We need some papers signed by their principal.” You were relieved you weren’t in trouble and the anxiety turned into happiness. You tried to hide your smile but failed miserably when your lips twitched and settled into a smile. “Thank you, Mr. Kim, I’ll do my best.” He just looked at you dully, “this is work Mrs. Y/L/N not something to thank me for.” You bowed and asked him if he needed anything else before you returned to your desk. He breathed in deeply looking you once over then tilted his head to the side, “is that the only clothes you have? That “uniform” of yours should be put away for a new one, don’t you think? Wear something else for tomorrow’s visit.” He looked down to his paperwork again and waved you off. You were excited with the given task, finally he trusted you enough to do actual work. However, his comment on your clothes sucked a bit off happiness out of it. You knew very well that you shouldn’t wear the same clothes every day, but it was the only thing you had. You bowed and left with a smile still on your face. You ran into Mrs. Lee who was about to knock on the door, you excused yourself and walked down the hall. Mrs. Lee was still staring at you walking down the hall, she overheard and was surprised you didn’t look phased. You were a strong woman indeed.

There was something about you to him. The sense of familiarity only got worse over time. Something in his gut was pulling him to you, maybe it was your pretty face? Maybe it was your persistent personality? Every time he looked at you he just felt like something was missing, but he didn’t know what it was. A mysterious nostalgia. He smiled to himself when you left the room and laughed quietly at your cute behavior. It was hard holding back and keeping a stone face when you were here. He felt comfortable with you. Every night when he passed by your desk he always wants to speak to you, to chat casually, but he doesn’t want to cross professional boundaries. In the end he just walks away leaving you to work. When Mrs. Lee walked in he corrects himself immediately, coughing and clearing his throat to cover his laugh.

The next morning you came in to work, again being the first of your team. You still had your “uniform” on, but you had no choice. None of your friends, even your ex-coworker, had any professional clothing they could lend you. You sat at your desk turning on your computer to get to work until Key came into the office. Mrs. Lee came into the work space humming and swinging three, large, unfamiliar bags. You didn’t pay any mind to her after you greeted her normally. She came up behind you and tapped on your shoulder. You turned to her holding up three bags in front of you blocking your vision. “What is this Mrs. Lee?” She lowered the bags and said, “I was going through my closet yesterday cleaning it out any of the pieces I had that were still in good condition, but I never used. I was wondering if you would want them? It’d be a shame to throw out such good pieces.” You looked at the bags and then back at her, “Oh, I can’t take something so nice.” She stopped you, “No, I won’t be using them anymore! We seem to wear the same size so please, take them. It’s my gift to you.” You reluctantly took the bag and then pulled out some gorgeous blouses, slacks and pencil skirts. The last bag had two pairs of heels, one was classic black, thin heel pump and an ankle strap, nude heel. You turned to her amazed at the beautiful clothing, “this is so expensive. I—!” She stopped you again, “Hush, take it and don’t let them go to waste on an old woman like me.” You pulled out a white, bell sleeve blouse, a black, knee length, tight fitting pencil skirt, and the black heels. You went into the women’s restroom and changed into your new outfit. It fit perfectly, even the shoes! You were a bit unstable at first but got used to it quickly. You looked in the mirror at yourself, you looked like a real professional. I guess fair feathers make a fair bird. You pulled your hair out of the ponytail and it cascaded down into romantic, tousled waves. You didn’t get a chance to dry it after showering last night tying it up wet. You smiled at the new you, ready to take on your mission today! You folded your old clothes and walked back to the work room. You got some stares from the other lanes as you walked by, but you kept going avoiding their gaze. You made it to your desk and stuffed your old “uniform” into one of the bags. You pushed them under your desk until your shift would end. Mrs. Lee came up to you and simply said, “wow, you clean up really well Y/N. These clothes were meant for you! You look great!” You were blushing folding your hands in front of you not sure how to receive compliments. Krystal even raised her eyebrows at you and nodded, but quickly returned to her work.

“Mrs. Lee, do we have a guest?” You heard Taehyung ask Mrs. Lee from behind you. You turned around to look at Mr. Kim, who was wide eyed when he realized it was you standing there. “Oh, Y/N. It’s you.” He was thrown off by the woman standing in front of him, it was you, but different. The way the pencil skirt hugged your hips and your collar bones showed through your blouse was captivating. You were a fresh Spring day, the warmth of the sun that came along with the season and freshness. Your scent filled him to the brim. The biggest note of yours was lavender, it calmed him the more he inhaled. It was like a crisp breeze came through him as he took in your scent. It was heavenly and soul soothing. He had to shake himself out of his spell realizing he was staring, and just casually said good morning. He walked to his office leave all three of you just staring at his disappearing figure. You shared a look with Mrs. Lee raising your eyebrows at his strange morning greeting. You never got those.

Key made it to the office ready to leave to visit David’s school for a statement. You walked down to the parking garage of the establishment and got in his Mercedes. The twenty-minute journey to the middle school was anything but boring. You found out more things about Key, he’s quite chatty and funny. You shared things about yourselves even obscure things. You were having too much for this to be professional. You arrived at the front of the school stepping outside the parked car. Key and you made your way to the front office and sat down waiting in the reception. Key went over with you that he would do a majority of the consultation, she can be a stick in the mud. The woman stood up at the secretarial desk and instructed you to follow her into an office. The woman in the office looked like a true private school principal. The gaudy jewelry, the stuffy suit, and botched plastic surgery showed off her wealth. You both sat down in front of her desk after introductions and she immediately began to defend herself. “I’m sorry Mr. Kim, we will not provide any assistance in that regard. The offenses happened off campus and it was not under school hours. This is a private personal matter.”

She was obviously using any legal loophole she could find to take the responsibility off the school. Key informed you on the way here that this school had records before of hybrid students being assaulted or discriminated. You were genuinely upset that the system that was supposed to be protecting all kids equally failed them. You tried interjecting, “Ma’am, we still need –,” but she held up her hand stopping you. Key and you exchanged a look knowing there wasn’t going to be any way to get her signature. You shook her hand and left with Kibum. He stopped you once you left the building and with a cat-like grin asked, “You know we should go find David. You know… observe the environment to get a feel for it.” He knew that this was probably crossing the line, but he was always up for gathering evidence. “This way we can find out and study if there are any other discriminations going on.” You nodded agreeing with your fist held up to his in a fist bump. You walked down the halls trying to observe the private school for any abnormalities. You kept walking until you made it to the gym area near the back of the school when you heard it. You heard the huffs and grunts of someone, and a gaggle of laughs. You and Kibum crept around the corner of the building peering over the edge of the gymnasium. David was on the floor surrounded by five, tall built boys who were obviously older than him. Two of the kids were smoking cigarettes passing it between them. The one who just kicked flicked the still lit stick onto the young bunny. Anger boiled within you and you made a step towards them when Key stopped you and hushed you. He brought out his phone and began recording the situation. You needed evidence.

“Little Bunny, who’s going to save you now, huh?” They continued to kick him in his fetal position, but when they got tired of it they pulled on his ears. He let out a large yelp in protest. They continued their ministrations, but you’ve had enough! You didn’t even spare a look back at Key who was whisper yelling at you. Your heels clicked as you paced over to the group of men surrounding David. You yelled out, “Hey, leave the kid alone!” You stood a few feet away with a hand on your hip the other pointing at them when the group of five stopped what they were doing and turned towards you. They raised an eyebrow at you, “who are you lady?” David was clearly scared, but limped behind you when he recognized you. He tugged on your shirt, “Mrs. Y/L/N, please, save me!” You bent down to his level and petted his ears, “It’s okay David. Go to Mr. Kim over there, okay? He’ll protect you. Don’t come out until I say so, okay?” He nodded and ran over to Key who was still recording.

You were going to handle this as rationally as possible, but the boy standing in the center just lit up another cigarette taking a drag. You supposed all of them were around seventeen years old, maybe seniors here. The leader, you assumed, approached you taking a few steps out of his group, “Look lady, do you know who I am? My dad could-.” You laughed, “Look kid, I don’t care who your dad is. I’m going to call the authorities to handle this okay?” You went to turn around, but the kid grabbed your wrist roughly. “No, were not lady. This is going to be kept quiet.” You’ve had enough turning halfway around to look at his firm grip on your wrist. You asked him calmly to release your arm. He refused to release it, but you asked once more, “let my wrist go, please.” He laughed and looked at his friends who were egging him on. “Fine,” he suddenly yanked of your wrist causing you to stumble onto the ground. Your knees scrapped against the hot, black asphalt and one heel fell off. You stabilized yourself on your aching wrist from breaking your fall. You noticed your one heel still on had broken! You just got them! His friends were laughing hysterically and so was he, he dropped his fag in front of you and stepped on it twisted his foot tauntingly. The laughing stopped when you flipped the switch on them. You stood up and tied your hair into a pony tail kicking your broken shoe off. It was game on.

You caught the leader’s hand, who was attempting to grab you in an outstretch reach, into your right hand and with your left on the boy’s collar of his button up shirt. Using the momentum of his weight charging towards you, you flipped him to the ground. These boys towered over you, but they didn’t have the same life experience as you. The boy was groaning on the ground and when realization struck his comrades they came rushing to you. They all began circling around you stepping back and forth trying to scare you. One of them even brought out a pocket knife and started waving it at you with a smirk. You were thanking the heavens that your brother taught you things in his free time.

Two boys came at you at once, but you ducked avoiding his right hook. You stood back up avoid his second attempt. You round house kicked the guy in the neck. He stumbled bent over and you took advantage of it bringing your knee to his face. The other guy came at you while you were distracted and grabbed your pony tail pulling you back. The one with the knife attempted to stab you while you were being restrained but avoided it losing the bell sleeve to the grazing. You wiggled yourself free of the pony tail grabber and pushed him away. The knife wielder came back at you, but you grabbed his wrist before he could do anything and twisted it past its normal extension. He wasn’t a knife wielder, it must be for show since he was coming at you sloppily. You heard his wrist pop and the knife clang to the floor. He backed away holding his wrist screaming, “She broke my wrist!” These boys looked stronger than they were. The last two stood there watching their friends and decided they should make a run for it. They were stopped though when two police officers intercepted them.

Key was running over to you, “Y/N! Are you alright?” You retightened your pony tail, “Yeah, that was nothing.” You dusted your hands off in a satisfied manner and key spoke again, “Your shoes--!” Before Key could finish authorities along with the principal came around the corner. The principal was yelling, “No, not these boys! They would’ve never done anything wrong! That Miller kid must’ve provoked them!” You were in complete shock, despite the clear evidence she still chooses to side with these kids. The police officers rounded the boys up and took the one with the broken hand to the ambulance. A familiar face came up to you, “M. Y/L/N, we meet again, in another unfortunate situation.” You look around squinting at his uniform and caught his name and it clicked, the same bunny hybrid officer from that night! “Officer Jeon,” you shake his hand, “Our lawyer, Mr. Kim, sent us here to get a testimony, but we caught our defense under attack by the same boys who are holding a lawsuit against him.” He wrote down your notes and testimony. He turned to Key and asked for his story, who basically repeated after you. Key whispered to you, “Y/N, I think you’re going to have to with them to the station. You’re a badass, but legally beating up minors doesn’t work out.” He was right, but you weren’t going to stand by watching someone get beat up. Another officer came up to Jeon and discussed things you couldn’t hear. He turned to you with an apologetic look, “I’m sorry Ms. Y/L/N, but we’re going to have to take you down to the station for further questions.” You weren’t surprised, the chances of you scathing by this with rich kid’s parents protecting them was unlikely. You told Key to go back to the office and report everything without you. You held your wrist out towards Officer Jeon with no words and he silently cuffed you walking you to his patrol car.

Key was impressed with you, he felt like he was watching a live super hero film the way you jumped in saved the kid and beat up those guys! He had to snap himself out of his giddy atmosphere and let reality sink in. He had to let Taehyung know and get you out! He had to get you out! He picked up your broken heels raced to his car slipping into the driver seat and peeled out of the parking lot. He made it back to the office in record breaking time, parking haphazardly in his spot in the parking garage of the office. He snatched the heels in the passenger seat and ran to the elevator. He pressed the up button of the elevator repeatedly as if his life depended on it. The door opened, and he stepped inside pressing the fifth floor and mashing the close door button. He was sweating at this point, it was supposed to be a simple task, but it escalated into something major fast. The elevator doors opened, and he zoomed past Mrs. Smith who called after him. He speed pass the work room not paying attention to his team who was eyeing him in wonder. He repeatedly knocked on Mr. Kim’s door not waiting for a come in, and he closing the door behind him. Mr. Kim was on the phone which gave Key time to catch his breath. He was tapping his foot impatiently on the floor. Mr. Kim finished his call and turned to his team member, “What is--?” Key interrupted holding up the shoes, “Taehyung, Y/N! Y/N, she was taken by the authorities—you know what just watch this!” He pulled out his phone and came around the desk and showed him the video of earlier. It began with the kids bullying David, but then you came in the picture. Everything was fine until the kid laid a hand on you. You were tossing the kid around and even dodge a knife. He was worried when he saw the shoes, but it got worse when he saw the video. When the video finished he turned to Key, “where is she?” Key looked down at the floor, “The police took her. They want to question her further.” Taehyung got up from his desk, “Fuck!” and without any other words put on his coat and took his keys and made his way out the office with Key behind him.

The longer it took them to get to the downtown station the angrier he got. How could you carelessly attack? You didn’t think ahead at all! They made it to the station and walked into the entrance. The phones were ringing, officers were running around, some hanging around at their desk. He recognized a familiar face who was standing next to his partner, Kim Yugyeom who was a friend of his as well. Wordlessly he walked up to Jungkook and grabbed his arm, “Where is she?” Jungkook was surprised to see Taehyung here, it wasn’t common he ever came down to the station. “Who hyung?” Taehyung looked around the office not seeing you anywhere. “Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.” Jungkook eyes lit up, “Oh! She’s in a holding cell. Do you know her hyung?” He didn’t care to respond to him, but carried on, “Take me to her, I need to see her.” He was seething at this point; his tail was flicking, and his ears were down turned. Jungkook picked up on his anger with his ears standing straight up, he wondered what did Tae have anything to do with you? Jungkook tapped his partners arms then lead him and Key to the back hallway where the holding cells were. He unlocked the metal cage door revealing rows of cells along the hallway. He let them enter and directed them to the second to last cell on the right side. Taehyung came up to the cell, but held his tongue when he saw you curled up in the corner. Your knees have crusted blood dripping down your leg and your shirt was torn. He turned around running his hand through his hair calming himself down.

You looked up to the noise slowly and noticed the three of them staring at you. You went to sit back on your heels despite the pain and leaned forward in a bow, “I’m sorry Mr. Kim.” You stayed in that position even as he responded, “I can’t believe you. On your first errand…How--.” He walked back to the station’s main room with Jungkook following him. Key remained crouching down, “Y/N, get up. He’s gone.” You rose with a stoic face, you felt so guilty that may you had ruined the case. You wanted to bring justice to David, but you were just complicating things. In your heart you did the right thing, you stopped violence and the innocent from getting hurt. “It’s going to be okay Y/N. Taehyung may be upset right now, but he’ll get you out. He’s not one of the four famous lawyers at our firm for nothing,” Key explained. It made you feel a bit better and you offered him a small smile. He left you but offered his blazer to keep warm and you took it from him reluctantly.

Jungkook came up behind Taehyung who was staring at the Miller family situated at one of the desk. The mother was rocking her son back in forth in comfort. She had tears in her eyes and her bunny ears were flopped down in sadness. This hurt his heart. It reminded him of his own mother when she comforted him those nights realizing his father wouldn’t come back. He wasn’t going to let these kids get away with their bullying. Jungkook spoke up, “Who is Y/N to you hyung?” Taehyung turned to him, “she’s my newest employee.” Jungkook’s mouth formed the perfect “O” in realization. Jungkook lead Taehyung to the family and they discussed what actions would be taken further. Their discussion was interrupted by a few women coming in yelling at the top of their lungs. “My son is innocent! Where is the bitch that ruined his wrist!” the fancily dressed woman shouted into the room. Jungkook stood up addressing the women, “Ma’am, please sit down,” directly the woman to sit at the desk. “No, I want to see that women who beat up my son and his friends!” Taehyung stood up as well attempting to mediate the situation. Mrs. Miller was holding her son closer, protecting him in the best way she could. The woman struggled in Jungkook’s hold but everyone stopped when a tall man, with overly gelled back hair walked into the room. He has a uniform that was littered with badges on his left chest. The man spoke loudly, “Ma’am, we need to ask you to calm down and take a seat.” The woman turned in Jungkook’s hold, “and who are you to order me around?” Jungkook bowed to his senior, “Chief.” The man waved him off and took charge of the situation directing the woman to sit down at one of the conference tables.

Taehyung and the woman’s lawyer went at eachother for a while back and forth trying to come to a resolution, but they were stubborn. Taehyung was off in the corner trying to come up with a new statement when the lawyer asked for a break. Jungkook came up to him with a coffee in a Styrofoam cup which Taehyung took thanking him. Jungkook sat next to him, “Hyung, remember how I told you about that heroine?” Taehyung nodded after taking a sip of his dark coffee. “That’s her. Y/N is her.” Taehyung raised his brows not expecting the wonder woman of Jungkook’s story to be you. He laughed though, you were full of surprises today. Jungkook patted Tae’s back returning to his desk. Taehyung finished his coffee tossing it into the trash. Mrs. Miller, the rich wives were already gone, and Key went back to the office it was only him left. He sighed with a heavy heart and made his way back to the dimly lit cells. He walked slowly to your cell to find you in the same position as earlier. He crouched down to your level and called to you, “Hey, hey!” You looked up at him with sad eyes that he had to turn away. “You’re going to have to stay here for the night. There seems to be progress with the families, but this isn’t a simple lawsuit anymore.” You nodded knowing that there was no way going the easy route. He got up to walk away from the cell wordlessly like always. You spoke softly in whisper as always, “Good night Tae Tae.” The footsteps once moving down the hall stopped, turning around to you even faster. Taehyung grabbed the bars knocking on the cell door with a rattle looking at you with wide eyes, ears at attention, “What did you just say?”

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