#BTS OT7

[winedarkthoughts]

house of addams (3)

— 🌖 pairing: ot7 x fem.reader

— 🕷️ genre: mystery, angst + fluff + smut

— 🗝️ word count: 4k

— 🍄 summary: the coroner of Farrow's End finally invites you into his kingdom, and you can feel more than one set of watching eyes as you continue your investigation.

— ☕ content warnings: coroner!taehyung, assistant!jungkook, mentions of murder/death/suicide

— 🕸️ a/n: meeting more of the boys!!

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chpt. 3: into the morgue

"Have her come in," Taehyung says over dinner.

There's a collective clang as several sets of silverware are put down.

"I don't know if that's a good idea, hyung," Jungkook replies. He's nervous around you, especially because you can see more than you let on.

"We're going to have to eventually," Namjoon adds, and Jimin sends him a mischievous, knowing look. He knows how Joon likes to watch you in the bookshop, offering his assistance at his earliest convenience, asking if you need help finding anything specific.

"It's obvious she was hired by the mayor," Yoongi says. "Though, I'm not entirely sure why."

They all know that Mayor Summerbee runs in some of the same circles that they do, but they wonder if you're aware of that fact too. How much did she tell you?

"At the very least, it'll tell us what she already knows," Yoongi says.

"And if she scares easily," Taehyung adds, suppressing a smirk.

What kind of private investigator are you? Are you motivated by self interests? Are you just here to get the job done, bare minimum? Or are you the morbidly curious type? The kind that can't stop until a mystery is solved, even if it leads you to dangerous places.

Yoongi and Namjoon already have a guess at which type you are.

"She has some kind of sight," Jungkook says, biting his nails. The real question is how sharp is that sight?

"I don't think she knows that she has it," Jin pipes in.

They exchange glances, thinking.

"Well," Hoseok says, and they all turn to look at him. "I suppose we'll just have to test it."

september 27, 2004

You've seen your fair share of coroners. Good ones, even excellent ones, and the ones who never should've been appointed to the job in the first place. Most people aren't aware that there is no national standard for coroners, some don't even have medical training.

You remember a case not too long ago when a family mourning the loss of their son hired you to investigate the circumstances of his death, which was ruled "accidental" at the time. The coroner had not had any prior forensic training, he was an OBGYN turned politician. Elected by the small-town voters (nearly 80% of coroners in the U.S. are elected, by the way), he was cushy with the local police force.

And being your naturally suspicious self, or maybe it's a side effect of your job, you pressed for a second autopsy by an examiner actually worth his salt.

The external examination alone proved that it was far from accidental. His wounds suggested severe beating, and his cause of death was suffocation from being choked, homicide not accident.

Further investigation revealed police brutality. You pushed and pushed and pushed, and after being enough of a pain in the ass (and threatening several lawsuits), they finally convicted the officers responsible.

The family still sends you a Christmas card every year, and it more than makes up for being a pain in the ass for living.

So yeah, you don't trust coroners, or their reports, until you get the chance to evaluate their level of competence for yourself. And the fact that the coroner of Farrow's End has been so resistant to your attempts to contact him doesn't bode well.

But today, the Monday following your little expedition up to the Addam's House, he's finally available to see you. Last night you received a call at around midnight, seemingly from the same young man you saw on the other side of the gate the other day.

Of course you were awake, but you wondered why the coroner's office would be up and running at such an hour. Maybe a late night emergency autopsy? It wasn't unheard of, sometimes a Sheriff will request an autopsy to be completed as soon as possible when the press are particularly bothersome and the cause of death is unclear.

You didn't get the chance to ask, because the man started rattling off about how the coroner would be able to see you tomorrow morning, and he advised that you bring any notes you might have.

Good sign, it suggests that the coroner is willing to work with you.

It's early, maybe a little too early. The fog is blanket-thick and the clouds are sprinkling down a fine mist of rain.

You take your car as far as the rocky dirt road allows, park it at the base of the hill, and trudge on through the mud, the umbrella over your head immediately collecting dew.

You reach the gate, closed like last time. When you reach for it, you're expecting to find it locked, but just as your fingers are about to touch the cold metal, the gate swings open with a long creak.

You stand there for a moment, searching for some kind of mechanism that would make it open by itself, but you find nothing but old iron forged in intricate patterns.

Whatever, you've seen weirder. You slip through the parted gates and close them behind you.

Gigantic trees, pines it looks like, envelop the perimeter of the surrounding gates, with twisting, leafless trees in abundance nearer to the house, even though fall is just beginning to dawn and most leaves haven't even begun to change color yet.

You didn't notice it before, but these leafless trees are full of crows, black tufts perched on the reaching branches. No, crows and ravens. They call out as you pass by, and you get the odd sense that every single one of them is looking at you.

The cobblestone path leading up to the front door is overgrown with weeds. The exterior of the house, now that you can see it up close, is almost decrepit. The wood is rotting, the roof is sagging, the windows are dirty and smudged.

They rent this place out?

"Ma'am!" a voice calls out.

You search for the owner of the voice, finally finding it at the side of the house. It's the young man from the other day, peeking around a brick corner. He gestures you over and swiftly disappears again.

When you turn the corner, the man is standing by a double hatch door in the ground. Not a good sign for a supposed "morgue."

He seems to read as much on your face, because then he's saying, "I would take you down the elevator inside, but everyone is still asleep."

There's a childish nervousness in his voice, and it makes you send an uncharacteristic smile his way as you step through the door and down a spiral staircase.

Distracted, you don't see the curtains twitch, and the several faces in the windows above, watching.

The passage runs deep. You emerge in a wide hallway, lined with carved wooden walls and old portraits. The foundation is clearly old, but there are newly installed fluorescent lights that don't do the original craftsmanship justice.

"How old is this house?" you blurt out, and the young man can't suppress a high, boyish laugh.

"I'm not sure, around a century, I think," he says.

Wow hard to believe it's gone untouched for so long, you think as he leads you down the extensive hallway, passing several branching doorways.

Your eyes drink everything in, curious and scrutinous. Again, the man seems to read your mind.

"It might not look it, but we have a state of the art facility here," he begins.

"Crematorium," he gestures to one door. "Viewing room. Embalming room. Autopsy room. And the largest refrigeration unit in five counties."

This place is extensive, and the further you go, the cleaner and more modern it gets.

You notice that the man is wearing similar clothing from before: a large coat (broad shoulders) and big, thick boots. Black, laced up over his ankles it appears, it makes the thud of his footsteps echo against the walls.

You wonder if they are corpse-handling boots, or merely a style choice.

"Here's the office," he says, leading you into a small but cozy room fit with a cluttered desk and a few dusty but comfortable-looking armchairs.

"You can have a seat if you like," he says, nervousness creeping back into his voice.

You take him up on the offer, sinking into one of the armchairs despite the fact that you're a little damp from the rain. But judging by the state of the chairs, you doubt it would bother them.

It's then than you realize how chilly it is down here, in this basement maze tucked under an ancient house. Damn, you're so—

"Cold?" the man says suddenly. "I'm sorry, we get quite the chill down here. Would you like some coffee or tea?"

You perk up almost instantly.

"Coffee, please," you reply maybe a little too perkily, because it makes him smile at you, exposing those bunny teeth again. Very cute.

He disappears through another doorway, into some sort of kitchenette judging by the sounds coming from it (metal banging, water running, porcelain clanking).

You take a look around. The office walls are lined with framed photos and plaques all boasting the same name: Kim Taehyung. Bachelor of Science in Biology, Bachelor of Science in Chemistry, Master of Forensic Science, Embalmer's License, Medical Examiner Certification, Doctor of Medicine.

Got it, this man is learned. Good sign.

The young man returns with a silver tray in his hands. He sets it down on the ottoman between the two armchairs, grasping the black teapot and pouring fresh steaming coffee into a matching black teacup. You notice that the sugar cubes are in the shape of skulls and bones, and a part of you admires the dedication to the aesthetic.

You prepare your cup and sip greedily. The coffee is rich and strongly-brewed. Another good sign. It may not contribute to your investigation, but at least you can respect him as a person.

The young man takes the seat next to you and prepares his own cup.

For the first time since you arrived, you aren't distracted by your surroundings, and you're realizing just how strange this young man looks.

His skin is a dull shade of gray, with slight red blemishes and spots of dark purple flesh that look like deep bruises. His lips are simultaneously pale yet also tinged red, like there's blood inside his mouth. And his eyes, they look like—

The man seems to notice you staring at him, because he shifts uncomfortably in his chair and coughs awkwardly.

You blink, and his form seems to blur at the edges, becoming fuzzier and harder to latch onto. Maybe he has some sort of skin condition. But that wouldn't explain the feeling that something isn't quite right about him, something uncanny.

"I'll go see if Dr. Kim is ready for you," he says, practically sprinting out of his seat and out of the room. You hear his footsteps pounding through the halls, then hushed voices.

You being you, the debate over whether to slip through the hall to eavesdrop on their conversation does cross your mind. But you figured that even with your silent feet, they would probably still hear you rustling around in the quiet of the morgue.

A few moments later, and you hear one set of footsteps returning to the office. The young man pops his head into the doorway.

"He'll see you now," he says, vanishing just as fast. The way he appears and disappears like a ghost is starting to give you whiplash.

You follow him down the hall, entering a fluorescent-lit room fit with chrome features. The walls are lined with little doors, drawer openings, and there are several gurneys scattered throughout the room. The chill is even stronger here, this must be part of that state of the art refrigeration system.

The man standing in the center of it all is wearing a white medical gown and black latex gloves. He looks up as you enter, and—

Oh. He's young, startlingly young, early thirties max. His skin is golden tan over strong, handsome features. Dark tiger eyes, sharp and perceptive. The only indicator of his age is several tendrils of silver hair growing from the crown of his head.

"Good morning," he greets in a deep, charming voice. "Miss ______?"

"Yes, Dr. Kim?" you reply, holding out a hand.

"Just Taehyung, please," he says, taking off his gloves to shake your hand firmly, and jesus his hands are large and very pretty.

Ah, so he's not a pretentious asshole who insists on being addressed as "doctor" constantly. Another good sign. Though, judging from his extensive education, in this case it would be justified.

"I'm so sorry we couldn't see you sooner. It can get quite busy with just the two of us down here," Taehyung says.

You can't help but take another glance around the room. Only two people running this whole facility?

"I understand that you're working with the mayor?" Taehyung inquires, his casual voice good at hiding his burning curiosity.

You, in turn, are good at hiding the slight suspicion from hearing the mayor mentioned yet again. You're not sure who you're suspicious of though, him or the mayor herself.

"Yes, I was hoping I could get copies of the autopsy reports for Michael Bradley, Jarvis Laplan, and Sharon Mason."

You say it matter-of-factly, curious if they will bend at the slight flex of authority in your voice. Or, if being associated with the mayor yields certain results.

The two of them glance at each other.

"Access to Laplan and Mason aren't a problem, but Mary Bradley has requested that no further information on her husband's death be released," Dr. Kim replies, cool as a cucumber.

Your eyes widen just a bit, unable to hide your surprise. Wait...what? He would just give you the reports for Laplan and Mason, just like that? No request for credentials? No questions asked?

Truth be told, you've never gotten hold of an autopsy report after the first ask. You've always had to jump through hoops to get the right permissions and authorizations, as is the case for private investigators since they are not real police. And rightly so, the fine details of people's violent deaths is not something to be made light of, in your opinion.

Clearly your confusion is evident on your face, because then Taehyung is saying, "Laplan's wife and Sharon Mason's parents are quite eager for further investigation."

Ah, so they suspect something unusual too. Hopefully they'll be more than willing for an interview.

"And Bradley...?" your voice trails off with the question.

Taehyung furrows his brows like he isn't sure how exactly to put it.

"Mrs. Bradley has had a bad experience with the press," is all he says.

You can feel your eyebrow raise.

"Is she still a suspect?" you ask, deadpan.

Taehyung is quick to correct himself.

"No, god no!" he says, eyes wide and head shaking. "His death was purely accidental, a tragedy that could've been avoided."

Your attention catches on that last part like a snagged thread on a nailhead.

"Oh? Why do you say that?" you ask, unconsciously taking a step forward.

Jungkook, who's silently watching the whole exchange, can't help but think it makes you look predatory, a hunter locked onto their target with frightening accuracy.

But Dr. Kim doesn't bend. He tilts his head ever so slightly as the corner of his mouth curves up, like he respects your drive.

"Well, Michael Bradley exhibited signs of extreme mental distress, many of them suggestive of suicide."

"But you don't think it was suicide, do you?" you say, before you can help it really, because your mind is running a hundred miles a minute right now.

Jungkook can sense it too, his eyes Bambi-wide and watching in fascination as the cogs turn in your analytical brain.

"No, I don't." It comes from Taehyung's mouth like a sigh. You don't see it (Jungkook does), but he's impressed.

"That's all I can say really," Taehyung says suddenly, sounding apologetic. "You'll have to speak with Mrs. Bradley about getting access, but talking about her husband is painful for her. And she's been through enough."

He cares about people, the ones he works on are not just bodies to him. Very good sign. You're coming to the conclusion than Dr. Kim is definitely a coroner worth his salt.

"I'll be sure to proceed delicately, then," you reply softly. You're trying to say it back. I care about these victims, this isn't just a case to me. Everyone has a story.

He seems to get it, nodding his head with a gentle smile. Something very small, almost ghostly, clicks between you.

Jungkook observes it all in a slight state of awe. He can already tell that the rest of them, his "family," are going to like you.

Taehyung gives you the copies of the autopsy reports, a sizable stack of folders and papers and photos. He even gives you a copy of the autopsy transcript.

You realize that he was prepared to give you this information before you even got here. Either Mayor Summerbee is a very persuasive person, or Dr. Kim is eager to work with you. Maybe both.

Your point is proven seconds later when Taehyung hands you a business card (with his personal number scrawled on the back), as he tells you that you're free to contact him with any questions you might have.

You profess your thanks with an armful of documents, making a point to shake Dr. Kim's and Jungkook's hand firmly.

Jungkook leads you back, his boots softly thudding with every step, and you can feel Taehyung's eyes on your back as you walk through down the long hallway.

Jungkook is kind. He offers to help you with the massive stack of documents in your arms, but you politely refuse. You've got liquid gold in your possession.

He holds the gate open for you, even offering to walk you to your car, but again, you decline and thank him for his offer.

The gate shuts behind you with a resonate clang. As you turn away from the house to begin the trek down the muddy hill, you feel an odd sensation, like tingling insects down your back.

Looking over your shoulder, you see the curtains of several windows suddenly fall back into place. Someone, several someone's, are watching you.

You can't find it in you to be creeped out, though. Something about this house, despite its run-down appearance, is welcoming. Beckoning, even.

It's dark and old and practically falling apart, but many things that you love also happen to have those same traits.

A slight smile tugs at your lips as you turn and make your way down the path. You'll have to find out more about this place.

"Again. She saw through my glamour again," Jungkook announces to the room, sounding slightly defeated.

"Don't worry, Kook. It's a solid spell, I checked it myself," Yoongi replies as he waters one of the endless houseplants adorning their home. Thanks to Yoongi himself, of course.

"She saw through mine too," Taehyung says, resolute. He's staring at the black and white checkered floor, deep in thought.

Everyone looks up at that.

"That proves it then," Namjoon says. "She has a heightened degree of sight."

"I wanna know why though," Yoongi interrupts in a sudden bout of passion. "She's human. Why is she able to see everything?"

"Not the house though," Jungkook blurts out. "The glamour on the house held up."

"Of course it did, the house magick is stronger than any of us," Jin quips from the kitchen, standing over a sizzling stove.

"Lots of humans have the sight," Jimin says lazily, sprawled out in one of the lounge chairs.

"Yeah, but it's the type of humans who turn it into a cheap gimmick," Jungkook replies, pacing around the room now.

Taehyung crosses the distance between them in a few strides, putting a large hand on Jungkook's shoulder. The younger man looks up at him, then lets out a breath and returns the smile.

"You're safe, Kook," Taehyung says softly. "No one's gonna put up a fuss."

Jimin chuckles. "She might."

Taehyung throws a scolding glance over his shoulder. "A real fuss, I mean. Everything's been kept under wraps so far."

"And she's not a phony, or a leech. The mayor made sure of that," Yoongi says.

"In any case," Jin begins, an authoritative edge to his voice. "Hoseok said to keep an eye on her, so that's just what we'll do."

september 28, 2004

You may be a damn good investigator, but you're no med student. So the next day you set out to the bookstore, determined to understand every last term and phrase in the autopsy reports.

The same man is behind the desk, but this time he's bent over a typewriter, clacking away. You can't help but observe him for a moment, watching as his dark eyes dart over the page, the way his glasses rest at the edge of his nose like a wizened old man.

"Welcome in," he calls out at the chime of the bell on the door, like an instinct.

You take a few steps into the ever-crowded space, your eyes shifting over all the things you missed the last time you were here. Because that's what kind of place this is, somewhere you could go a hundred times and find something new each visit. Places like this are quite dear to you.

You're about to examine a shelf full of perfectly preserved beetles, when you sense the man look up at you.

"Oh," he says, like he's pleasantly surprised. "It's you."

And you would be lying if you said it didn't make your gut feel something warm squirming inside it.

"Need help finding anything?" he asks, like he has every time you've visited this place.

"Yes, please," you reply, barely hiding your smile.

He leads you through the maze of shelves like it's a map of his own brain. Several times you have to hurry to catch up to him in his excitement.

Soon your arms are occupied by an impressive stack. Anatomy, general medical knowledge, crime scene identification, even a few textbooks on post-mortem examinations.

To you, it's more liquid gold. You profess your thanks to the bookshop keeper, dropping a generous tip into the jar when you go to checkout. Again, the books are almost too reasonably priced. Not that it matters, since research purchases are an easy business expense ride-off.

Just as you turn to leave, the man clears his throat awkwardly, like he's building himself up to speak.

"There's plenty of places to sit here," he almost blurts out. "Lots of cozy nooks. Perfect for...research."

You pause at the door to glance back at him. You find him watching you closely, his expression somewhere between innocently curious and suggestive of hidden knowledge on his part.

"I'll keep that in mind," you reply, a little teasing lilt to your voice. Because clearly he enjoys your company too.

Then you turn on your heel and let the door swing shut behind you, leaving him wanting more.

a/n: thanks so much for reading!! i would combust with joy if you'd tell me any of your thoughts :D

NEXT UPDATE: 05/25/24

[abcthv9597]

💜Countdown for the boys to come back💜

Seokjin: 29 days

Hoseok: 156 days

Yoongi: 403 days

Namjoon: 392 days

Taehyung: 392 days

Jimin: 393 days

Jeongguk: 393 days

[btsjk-biased]

Handsome men in the forest

[ video source cr. qdeoks ]

[yoongkookie101]

I’m a new generation ANPANMAN!

I’m a new superhero ANPANMAN!

[a-namjoon-a-day]

I'll say this once. I support BTS, not an entertainment company.

I do not care about any sort of public feud going on. It's not my business, and I have no inside info to know what is ACTUALLY happening. You should not blindly trust mainstream media of any sort - get your news from an unbiased source. Never just trust one specific article or video; make sure multiple outlets are finding multiple sources. Don't just read headlines and make assumptions right away; wait for more info to come out. Don't forget places like Allkpop are often incorrect and allow opinion pieces. Anyone can make a youtube video about anything.

Finally, please remember idols are real people and have real feelings. Your words have weight and power, even when you yourself are hiding behind anonymity. The suicide rate in the k-entertainment industry is not a joke and is not to be taken lightly. A lot of the idols involved are MINORS and this is an extremely heavy burden they're having to bear. BE KIND.

[iluvpjminnie]

Missing Jinkook and their younger and older brother dynamic.

[jjkilll]

JJK RECS II

thank you for all the support on my first rec!! so let me show you some more!!

white lies - @noteguk

honestly one of my fav pics on this app.

2. brother's best friend - @lavishedinjimin

oh em gee this fic is so amazing and this pairing is just too good.

3. new girl - @jjkeverlast

new girl is the best show ever so I love this fic, jk is very nick coded.

4. risqué - @mercurygguk

this fic is insane and reading it for the first time made me want to live it actually.

5. addicted - @sparklingchim

im addicted to jungkook too. (real)

6. seven days - @jvngkoos

I love this fic, its pure filth BUT I love it and it has a pt2 linked within :)

7. and my man, thank you to my man - @darklingjeon

sugar daddy jungkook always makes me weak in the knees, ive read a fic like this for jin (sugar - @wwilloww), its too cool too.

+ pt iii

[sweetlyskz]

Emerald Gem|| Chapter 1

Chapter one|Chapter two|Chapter three|Chapter four|Chapter five|Chapter six|

Paring: OT7! x Fem!Reader

Overview: Living away from society has its perks. All natural food from your thoroughly cultivated farm, no nosy neighbors, and peace and security with your animals. But sometimes you did get lonely, having no one to talk to but the cows and pigs. However, when 7 extremely wanted hybrids stumble upon your deserted farm, everything changes.

Genre: Hybrid Au, Strangers to lovers, slow burn

unedited*

At dawn, the roosters began to crow. They were your personal alarm clock. By the afternoon, you would have the Vegetables plowed and all the pigs fed. Emerald garden, full of color, would be watered. After all the chores were done, you could spend time on your hobbies. Painting, writing, cooking.

You truly kept yourself busy. But it became boring at times, lonely.

Emerald manor, your beloved home, was built for a family. With a large living room, a generous dining room, and too many bedrooms, it could be overwhelming for you. You liked to think about how you could fill this space, getting married, having a family. But you quickly realized that those things don’t come easy. Tired of the loneliness, you thought about adopting a pet. Maybe a dog to help with the farm?

And one day while you're cleaning the chicken coop you spot a fox about to pounce on one of the chickens.

“Hey!” you exclaim. “Get out of here!”

The fox stopped in its tracks and peered over at you, giving an intimidating glare. Then you realized, that wasn’t a fox.

It’s a person.

“Wait!” you attempted to come closer, but with each step forward, the fox went two steps backward. “I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.”

The fox seemed dubious, cautiously stepping towards you. “F-food, please.” His voice was raspy, sore.

You immediately ran to get some food, coming back to the coop with some leftovers. Maybe this will suffice, you thought. You sat him down on the grass patch next to the chicken's den. You watched him devour the meal, as if he hadn’t eaten anything in weeks. Based on his appearance, he probably hadn’t. His fur coat was dirty and torn. You could see his ribs and his belly rumbled with each bite. “Sorry, miss”, he whispered.

You shook your head. “Don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong. I’m Y/n. May I ask your name?”

You could tell he was nervous. Something about your presence made him anxious and fearful. Is he like this with everyone?

“H-Hoseok”, the fox uttered. “But I can’t stay long. My pack is waiting for me.” With a slight struggle, he stumbles back on his two feet. You grab him before he takes off.

“Please wait”, you politely asked. “Let me give you some food to take back to them. Don’t leave yet.”

He paused for a moment, seeming to be pondering over his next steps. “Okay”, he spoke softly. “But don’t be long. They may worry.”

With that, you hurry back into your home, running to the fridge to see what you can scrap up. Hopefully I have enough for all of them, you thought. Maybe you can give them a couple of chickens from the coop.

While carrying plastic wrap covered plates to your garden, you hear a scream coming from the coop. That must be Hoseok. Without haste, you ran to the chicken coops, the food left for the birds. Hovering over Hoseok was what looked like a wolf– well half wolf.

“Back away from him!” You yelled at the top of your lungs, trying to scare off the scary hybrid. He ignored you completely. Suddenly, you gain the courage to step up to it, pushing it off of the fox.

“Are you okay?” You helped him back on his feet, feeling the trembles in his hands. “Did he hurt you?”

“N-no, he would never hurt me”, He stuttered. “You don’t understand.” You looked at him confusingly, then looked at the wolf. He was fuming with anger.

“Y/n, this is my packmate, Joon.”

***

You’re not sure how feeding one hybrid led to having seven hybrids on your couch, but you have no one to blame but yourself.

“You want us to do what?!”

“Live here?” It was really just a random thought that popped in your head. You didn’t give it any thought. And seeing them dirty and hungry on your couch just made you blurt it out. Hoseok seemed thrilled but his Pack alpha, Joon, wasn't too excited.

“You must be out of your mind”, he laughed. “What do you think we are, pets?”

“No, not at all!” You shook your head. Something in the back of your mind tells you that they’ve been burned before, that they’ve been mistreated. You feel sort of sympathetic. Could they not trust anyone? “You guys don’t even have to stay here long. I just want to treat your wounds and offer some food.”

He still seemed doubtful. “Yeah? And what’s in it for you?”

That's the question he's been dying to ask. What about you? You thought about it for a moment. Wouldn’t any human being want to help out someone in need? The answer to that is no. However, maybe they need some good in their lives.

And you could use the company.

“Well, I kind of live here by myself”, You explain. “My parents moved to the city so I don’t see them often, and I don’t have any other family or friends. If I’m being honest, I really just need someone to converse with. And maybe a little help around the house.”

One of the packmates raised his hand, as if asking permission to speak. “We left the other home we were in. They may still be looking for us. We don’t want to put you in any danger.”

“We can figure all that out later”, you promise him. “Right now, you guys just need to wash up and get a proper rest.”

Hoseok turned to Joon, waiting for his response. “Please, Joon. We’ll be good, I promise.”

He glared at you for a second, trying to sense if this was another trap. Maybe she’s genuine, he thought. “Okay, but we won’t stay for long.” You could hear sighs of relief. Even you let out a puff of air, not realizing you were holding your breath.

“Thank you. Thank you so much for trusting me. I know that’s not easy.” You gave them a tour of Emerald farm, showing them their sleeping quarters and where they can wash up. When evening came around, you prepared a feast. Your hybrid guests gobbled down all they could– except Joon. He didn’t eat, probably from fear of being poisoned. Hopefully, one day he’ll trust me, you thought. But for now, all you can do is show them tender care and affection until they believe it.

When it becomes time for everyone to sleep in their rooms, you're left alone in the living room with our thoughts. Maybe some television will clear your mind. You never really use it. Living on a farm left you with plenty of other things to do, but why not? Turning on the television, you flip through the channels until one catches your attention.

Breaking news! Seven dangerous hybrids escaping from a research facility

*Taglist open!

[hobicakess]

RED CHOPSTICKS | 2

SUMMARY: . The Min Brothers were fucking insane

PAIRING: Ganster!yoongi x reader / Law enforcement!AugustD x fem! reader

RATING: 18+ (I am not a babysitter. You're in control of what you consume)

CONTENT WARNING: porn with HELLA plot   violence, plus sized reader , afro asian reader , dead bodies , blood , slight gore mention, stalking , twin rivalry , yandere, heavy angst, nonconsensual recording + photo taking , death threats towards innocent people, cheating, mc is very ... not smart! ( for the plot ofc ) , gang violence, reader not having a great relationship with law enforcement, reader has a criminal record ( don't we all? ) , murder , character death, guns, kidnapping ( kind of ) , e2l ( more like fuck buddies ) , hints to a robbery, SMUT hate fucking , clit / coochie smacking , bondage with a tie , overstimulation , degradation , gagging, car sex , bratty reader , dom!augustd , sub!reader , spanking , biting , spit mention, i hope that's all.

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A/N: this is my longest fic ive ever written! the amount of times ive scraped this and rewrote it should be illegal. i honestly didn't see it becoming this big all i wanted was for me to hunch the police 🫤 WELL HERE WE ARE NOW!!!

Looking a man in the eye and shooting him dead was never on your bucket list of things to do. You always wanted to go to Hawaii and lounge around in a tropical setting, or a picnic in front of the Eiffel Tower but you simply weren't normal enough for that.

You were at your mailbox boredly flicking through the bills and useless advertised telegrams when a bright yellow envelope caught your eye.

You tuck the rest of the envelopes under your arm— using the acrylic nail on your index finger to open it. Slowly you began to remove the endless series of pictures. They all contained you and Yoongi together in multiple situations. One of you holding hands and walking into your apartment, the other of the two of you coming out of the car together. Your hair was disheveled, your hand tugging at the top of your dress, a wide smirk on Yoongi's face as his eyes looked directly into the camera fixing at his pants.

You swallow hard, heart beating a bass drum in your ears.

This is exactly what Yoongi warned you about in the beginning of your relationship.

“Y/N L/N?” You jumped shoving the photos into the envelope turning towards the voice. You are met with a man, his eyes a light shade of brown and his hair dark and curly.

“Who's asking?'' Clearing your throat, the grip on your once useless mail got tighter watching him dig into his pocket, pulling out his golden badge.

“Detective Kim Taehyung, I’d like to talk to you back at the station. Little birdy told me you know the whereabouts of Min Yoongi. Otherwise known as ‘Suga’.

You gulped, looking over his shoulder and seeing his partner leaning on the edge of his patrol car the ripped man throwing you a smile and wave. The bunny like smile didn’t even match his hulking figure.

“Well, your little birdy? Was wrong Mr. Kim have a good rest of your day.”

“Please don’t make this any harder Ms” You begin to walk away from the fed quickly, descending up the stairs of your home.

This is exactly what Yoongi didn't want.

“Y/N L/N you’re under arrest for the murders of Kim Hongjoon, Song Mingi, and Choi San"

At the Seoul police station, you were roughed up and thrown into a cold interrogation room. Rubbing your raw wrist throbbing from being bound too tight by the handcuffs you were unlawfully forced in. Groaning your head banged on the cool metal table. The names of any of the men Detective Kim had listed didn't ring any of the bells inside your head. You had your petty crimes throughout your youth, but you were partially civil enough to not murder anybody. This was a tactic to get you to spill what you knew about your boyfriend, and his very illegal line of work. Hell, you didn’t really know anything but, in all honesty, you were ready to fold when he pulled his badge from his pocket. You and law enforcement never mixed well.

You hear the door open, making you sit up straight with a scowl deep on your face. "No one read me my rights."

He chuckled, his dark hair shiny in the low yellow lights. He turned, and your mouth dropped open. “I'll be sure to scold my officers.”

This man was a carbon copy of your Min Yoongi.

The only difference was that the scar on the left side of his face looked to have healed better and was faint. Unlike your boyfriends, whose scar was still an angry, bright shade of red, thick, and tissuey leaving him partially blind.

You knew your boyfriend had a brother. A brother who was in some type of higher up position working for him and covering his messy jobs. Though he rarely talked of him in greater detail, Yoongi had failed to let you know of his very identical twin. “You might catch flies Mrs. Y/n”, setting a large binder on the cold table and taking a seat in the wooden chair in front of you. You shut your mouth, mind running a million miles per hour.

“Seems like he doesn't talk about me much” A noise of disapproval left his lip. Lending you his hand, “Detective August, I requested your presence here in regard to my brother current whereabouts”

Your mouth turned into a thin line, and boy you really wished you knew. “I don’t know what you're talking about...” he hummed, cracking open the large binder skimming through it.

Your body stiff as he read off a file everything about you, “Your grades were decent in high school, though you dropped out suddenly in the middle of your senior year, you were homeless for a year after that, and you have a couple petty thief's and three assault charges”

He looked at you, nodding “You and my brother are a perfect match”

“My brother keeps many women around” he started leaning back into the chair, legs crossing “But you? He's kept you around for the longest, seven months?”

He whistled mockingly, “That's a world record. What makes you so special, huh?”

Crossing your arms over your chest, nails digging deep into your skin as your leg bounces with anxiety. He was pissing you off and the smirk told you he knew it. You could jump over the table and punch him for being an asshole cop and just for unfortunately sharing the same face of your absent boyfriend, but you didn't need another assault charge on another cop.

"And what the fuck does that have to do with me?”

“I always keep tabs on my little brother, always running around and making messes around the city"

So, you're his personal maid?" Watching his jaw clench you smile in satisfaction.

He harshly began to pull out batches of pictures, men whose faces you've seen before somewhere in your life. Till it clicked in your brain— all of these men have tried to make a pass at you over the past couple of months of you dealing with Yoongi romantically. The next handful of photos he pulled were them all laying in pools of their own blood.

"Very sloppy jobs done by yours truly."

Your stomach twisted in knots. You knew what Yoongi was capable of, but all of this for you? You swallow hard, letting a loud sigh leave your lips. "I haven't heard anything from him in 3 weeks he never tells me where he is, what he's doing, or when he's coming back”

August cursed under his breath, hand wiping down his face, "There's been radio silence for five days, were not even sure if he's in Korea anymore."

With that the worst possible scenarios flashed before your eyes, “Don’t worry, Mrs. Y/N, we’ll find him. It's not the first time this has happened”

“And how long was he missing?”

“A year and a half.”

You swallow hard, "And my murder charges?".

"They've suddenly been dropped. I'll be sure to remind my men to be less rough next time"

“Next time?”

The long months of being with Yoongi him disappearing on you wasn't rare. Being that he constantly let it be known that his line of work wasn't meant for you, and you didn't need to be involved. Three weeks has been the longest your lover has been gone. Three very long weeks with not even the smallest bit of news from Hoseok, his right-hand man. You were worried sick, but you knew your boyfriend was tough, and he always came back home to you.

Towel wrapped around your body, you sighed heavily, feeling yourself buzzing from the red wine you'd been consuming since you walked in the front door. It was near dark when Detectives Kim and Jeon dropped you off at home, apologizing for how forceful they were.

You didn't even know if you should have been talking to him and telling the man anything, but you just figured it was fine because he did cover a lot of Yoongi's ‘accidents.

After rubbing your body down with essential oils, you jump at the sound of the phone ringing. The caller ID stating ‘unknown' made you immediately press the green answer and put it on speaker phone, “Hello?

“Don’t you miss me, doll?” You stiffened hearing his voice for the first time in weeks made your body feel like jello. “You mad at me, princess?”

“Mad is an understatement.” glaring at the bright phone screen, “You're so cute when you frown” his words made your glare deepen, looking around your bedroom.

“Is there a fucking cam-” he cut you off. His voice was deeper than usual, all dark and serious, different from his usual playfulness. “I know you saw my brother today.”

“It's not like I had a choice” he clicked his tongue and mumbled shit over his breath and slightly ruffling like he was running his hands through his hair.

“I don’t want you seeing him again, he's a fuckin’ pig. You need to be more assertive. Hobi told me you folded as soon as Taehyung pulled out his badge”

You were at your breaking point, you haven't spoken in weeks and now he was trying to coach you?

“Oh fuck you Min Yoongi, our first conversion in weeks is this bullshit? I've been worried sick.” he stayed silent on the other end listening to you rant about everything. You weren't a dumbass. You knew that dealing with a gangster would come with extra baggage, but this was making your head hurt.

“Your killing innocent men for flirting with me? Then you might as well murder the 14 year old who gives me a free rose every monday”

“You think I won't?” blood running cold as a chill ran down your spin

"Yoongi can't be serious right now” His sigh was loud and frustrated, “Me killing six men for you isn't serious enough?”

“This is exactly why I didn’t want my brother around. Of course, he goes to you when I'm away. He’s already getting to your head and filling it with nonsense so he could have you to himself”

You scoff angrily, scuffing down your glass of wine. “You're so delusional, fuck you and your brother, I don't want anything to do with either of you anymore. Don't bother coming back here” he paused, then his laughter rang through the speakers like he was watching a comedy special.

“Youre hilarious, baby." he sighs and sniffs. “You know I can see you right? Been watching you since I left.”

Your eyes scan every corner of your bedroom. “You don't want me to come back and play with that pussy for you?”

“No.” You didn't answer just staring down at your clench thighs as his soft hum fills your ears, “You're not a good liar baby.”

“Fuck you Min Yoongi” he hummed, almost sounding like cats purr “I plan on fucking you.”

“l'll be home in two days, and I'm gonna make it up to you with this dick deep in your guts."

“I love you, and stop drinking so much your hangovers are the worst.” he hung up with that leaving you shunned to tears. Throwing your phone down you turn up the whole bottle of cheap wine.

Fuck you Min Yoongi

There were three things that you learned over the past 24 hours.

1. No matter where you went there were always people watching you.

Even your own house isn't safe. Yoongi somehow placed cameras in unknown places all throughout and his men were on your tail along with August and his lackeys.

2. Yoongi was so right about your hangovers.

Your head was thumping the moment you woke up in the morning, still you got ready for work.

3. The Min brothers were fucking insane.

Pulling on the detective's sleeve, you drag him outside the saloon. August had shown up today at your workplace asking around for you and causing a scene. Knowing how nosy and gossipy your coworkers and customers were, you'd be the hot topic for weeks, horrible for your lowkey reputation.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you ask when the two of you were furthest away from the shop and out of sight.

August stared you down, face blank. You hated that he shared the same face as your boyfriend, and he was just as handsome, but the way he carried himself was totally different from his brother.

While Yoongi was very loose and airy, August was tight and stiff with every movement. Despite that, both brothers had a very demanding and dominated aura, taking up space even in the largest room.

“ If you had to ask me something, a phone call or text would have been great. Instead of barging into my workplace like a madman”

He blinked once, twice, then again, looking behind you. You turn and see several people entering your job. He then gripped onto your forearm and dragged you into his chest. You fight against his grip, cursing him and complaining.

"What's going on? Are you crazy?"

"Listen woman" he hissed grip tightening as he shook you slightly. "My brother needs to tighten your leash before I have to."

You open your mouth to get ready to mouth back, but his look shut you right up. "Those pictures you got in the mail. Who do you think sent them?"

You swallow hard before gulping harshly, putting two and two together. He knew what was going to happen if you stayed in the saloon longer.

"Now be quiet and get in the car."

August was seated beside you in the drivers seat of the tinted Audi. You hated this, you wanted to sleep but everytime you dozed off August was there to flick you in the forehead claiming he wasn't going to carry you when the ride was over. You kept asking him when that time was coming and his answer was always a dry 'soon'.

"You have a very foul mouth for a lady," he grumbled, not even looking in your direction.

"And you're annoying. No wonder Yoongi doesn't like you”

He growled hands tightening on the steering wheel. “Me and my brothers relationship is hardly any of your business” With a roll of your eyes and a huff, you cross your arms.

“You two should have never made it my business." his eyes shifted towards you for the first time since getting put in the car. His eyes burning into the side of your head, but you kept your focus outside of the window, ignoring him. Your thigh began to bounce in anxiety as you got tired of his staring.

"Can you keep your eyes on the damn road?" You snapped at him. "You've spoke to my brother yesterday, no?"

"So what if I did." Looking back out the car window.

"You remind me of my brothers last whore. A dumb puppy." he said, you didn't even think when your hand raised smacking the clone of a man across the face. The raw sound of the skin colliding echoed throughout the car.

"You sound jealous of your little brother August." His face went through the most emotion you'd seen him show.

"Awe, poor August always in Yoongi's shadow, hoping and wishing to be just like him- ACK"

August foot slammed hard onto the break sending you forward, seat belt digging in your chest, head inches away from hitting the dashboard.

"Don't talk about shit you don't know about" his voice raises looking at you with slitted eyes. But you didn't have to know much to figure out that August was living in his brother's shadow. So you pressed on, acrylic nails tapping all over his buttons.

"Yoongi gets to do things without consequences while you pick up and clean up after. I'm sure you're tired, I know you wished you could make a mess and not clean it up for once."

“Get out.” and with that you opened the door, slamming it hard beginning your long walk down the dark road. Hearing the sound of the driver side door close your turn and see August. Giving him two middle fingers you grabbed your phone from your work pants, cursing as there was no cell service. You heard August behind walking steadily.

You must have misjudged the distance between you and him before you knew it you were lifted off the ground. Your phone is thrown to the ground and his shiny dress shoe is stomping on it. You claw at his back, kicking and screaming “You psycho! Put me down!”

A smack echoed through the trees. Your ass stings as you embarrassingly laid limp over the detective's shoulder. He walks both of you back to the car. There was no getting out of this situation and before, you knew it. You were thrown into the backseat of the car, an angry August looming over you.

You both were breathing heavy as you stared at each other, and before you knew it, he was smashing his lips onto yours. You should have screamed more, or headbutted him like Yoongi taught you, bit his tongue when it slipped inside your mouth, but you didn't.

You allowed him to put his tongue in your mouth. You allowed him to grope your chest as he grinded himself against your crotch and you let the moans slip from your mouth. High-pitched and whiny they were. When you two parted a thin line of spit followed his lips immediately latched hard onto your neck.

He was mumbling. You couldn't what he was saying with the way his hands roughly dragged your work pants down your ankles and rubbing you through your damp panties. Humorlessly he laughed,

“If this is the mess he would leave i wouldn't mind cleaning it”

"I wonder which one of you got the most attention growing up?" smirking as you egg him on further, making him bite your neck hard, you were sure there was blood leaking. "You run your pretty fucking mouth too much." Shoving your panties into your mouth roughly shoving your legs up to your chest.

Staring at your glistening folds he groans, slim fingers ghosting over your peeking clitoris. Your thighs quiver as his fingers sink into your wet hole, moaning against the damp fabric in your mouth. “I wonder what my brother would say if he knew how easy it was to get you spread open for me.”

Lewd sounds came from the bottom half of you as his curled fingers roughly fucked your insides, you were sure that the mess was leaking onto the dark interior of his car. He never looked away from your face, staring intensely into your eyes and every time you closed your his thumb would press directly on your swollen and sensitive clit. “You're gonna cum?” He asked obviously, telling from the way your thighs twitched and from the way you squeezed his fingers like they'd stolen something from you.

“Slut” he hissed, watching you fall apart in loud high pitched, pornographic moans. He didn't stop his movements until you were sobbing for him to stop, the buzz and sting in between your legs was simply too much to handle. “Tch...” he removed his finger from your insides smacking his palm against the wet flesh. His pants were hurriedly unbuttoned, and his hot flesh smacked onto your own.

When he sinks himself into you— gasping out loud nails digging into your palms. While Yoongi was long and curved at the tip like a dagger stabbing at your g spot, August was thick from bottom to top, feeling him throbbing inside you as he forced himself deep into your stomach. “This is why he kills for you, fuck...

His thrust rocked the car heavily as your moans and his occasional grunts filled the small space. Your noises muffled against the panties in your mouth, damp with your saliva. You could feel his thrust becoming sloppier and your stomach tightening. The grip on your neck loosened as he pulled you to kiss him. Your organisms crashed together as your thighs shook against his waist and he came deep inside your withering body. The two of you laid there breathing heavily as your eyes slowly began to drift shut. “If this is what gets you to shut up, I would've done it a long time ago.”

He huffs, swiping his fallen curls back as he moves to untie you, removing the cloth from your mouth as you limply laid. He wrapped his suit jacket around you and pulled up your pants still mumbling. “Sleep well, we've got 20 minutes left.”

You awoke with a yawn rolling over you blinked a couple times before remembering your night eyes popping open you wipe the sleep from them, blinking. “Goodmornin’ doll.”

Min Yoongi hovered over you with a gummy smirk causing you to gasp. Leaping up from your plaited position your arms wrapping around his neck. He hugs you back tucking his face into your neck, inhaling the sweet scent that always stuck to your skin. In that moment you forgot that you were supposed to be mad at the man too overwhelmed with his presence. He pulled back pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes were darker than usual. Sucken in from the weeks of lack of sleeping and you noticed how much thinner he was.

Then it hit you like a truck.

August, kidnapped? the car, his dick . . .

You were a dirty dog clinging to your boyfriend after getting your brains fucked out by his twin brother who he obviously dislikes.

You cry into his neck as he shushes you, he was way too calm about this and that was just the signs of a storm slowly but surely brewing. He lets you go softly, standing to his feet. Nodding at the clothes hanging on the dresser in front of you "Put those on and meet me downstairs." With a quick kiss he leaves you sniffing and alone.

Descending down the long staircase your bare feet pad against the cold tiles. You spot Yoongi and his men standing at the bottom. Yoongi watched you walk down hands stuffed into the pockets of his leather jacket, cigarettes burning between his lips. He was quick to grab you when you finally hit the last set of stairs, arm snuggly wrapping around your waist as he walked you through the large house.

"Where are we Yoon?"

"Do you trust me?" He asked, as Namjoon opened the door to the outside. Your eyes widen in horror as you see what's behind the door.

He grabs your face to make you look him in the eyes as he asks you again more aggressively "Do you trust me Y/N?"

You sniff back tears looking the man you love in the eyes. "Yes. I do Yoongi."

He clicks his tongue staring at you a moment longer. "I don't believe you."

You let out a string of protests as he drags you outside, you stumbled falling to your knees. You hand smacking into the pool of blood. You gagged dry heaving as Yoongi scoffed at you snatching you back to your feet.

Blood staining the concrete ground as multiple bodies lay only inches away from you both. Their faces were covered with blood stained bags, and their hands and feet tied together. You could hear some sobbing and begging while others laid still more than likely dead.

You stood there shaking in fear as you watched Yoongi pull a gun from the waistband of his pants. While Namjoon and Hoseok pulled a squirming man in front of you. "You see, doll everything I do is for a reason."

"I tell you to stay out of my business for a reason"

"I tell you to keep Hobi at your side for a reason."

He clicked the silver weapon as he yanks the sheet of the man's head revealing August. His face was bruised and bloody as he stared from the gun to you. A humorless chuckle leaves his lips as he bows his head to the ground. "If you shoot me, our pact is done, and you'll never see the light of day or your slut again."

Verbally wincing when Yoongi knocks the butt his gun against his brother's face. August makes no sound head turning as he spits the blood from his mouth. Yoongi crouches down to his level, clicking his tongue as he hums. "I'm not gonna shoot you August what kind of little brother would I be?"

"Grab the runts." He tells his right hand men, bringing in Taehyung and Jungkook who struggled against them. "You see brother you think you're so smart because you got your little degree."

"But that doesn't mean shit." He stands to his full height turning towards. "There's a reason our father gave me his empire and not you. You're predictable and impulsive you think fucking my girl is going to send me over the edge and make me break our pact by ending your miserable life."

He laughs, "Well August... I'm not going to kill you no matter how much I'm burning too."

He turned towards you giving you a gummy smile. Not at all appropriate for the current circumstance you were in. "She is."

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[hoseoksluna]

dark 𓂃 ౨ৎ MASTERLIST

most of these works contain adult content; MDNI.

JEON JUNGKOOK

𓂃 ౨ৎ WINE SERIES — PART ONE: WINE both of you have a party to go to, but jungkook makes you needy again. — PART TWO: BANANA MILK when a p*rn video accidentally plays on his tv, jungkook makes sure you watch. — PART THREE: SOJU jungkook gives you all that he has—his feelings, his dominance and his c*m. — PART FOUR: LIQUID STARS to seal the deal, you give jungkook what he wants—your kiss, your c*nt and your v*rg*n*ty. — DRABBLE: ROSÉ on your first dinner date, your boyfriend brings you a small gift—too bad you're too h*rny to appreciate it. — DRABBLE: WHITE craving white wine, your boyfriend would do anything for you—even let you dom him.

𓂃 ౨ৎ OTHER WORKS — PRACTICE you make jungkook proud by practicing what he taught you. — METAMORPHOSE | discontinued his emotions are a cataclysmic storm approaching.

KIM NAMJOON

— BOOKWORMS namjoon thinks of you when he reads a sm*t scene in his book. — STORY yours and namjoon’s story is a bit more p*rv*rt*d than traditional.

JUNG HOSEOK

— tba.

MIN YOONGI

𓂃 ౨ৎ STEAM SERIES, ft. jjk — PART ONE: STEAM one video call awakens your neediness for two c*cks. — PART TWO: MIST one encounter with jungkook makes you forget about your boyfriend. — PART THREE: MURK one encounter with jungkook heals you enough to mend your boyfriend’s heart. — PART FOUR: BLUR one encounter with both of the males heals you enough that you don’t become anything but joy. — DRABBLE: VAPOR, pt I. yoongi never promised his healing time would be easy and when he hurts you enough that you need your other “boyfriend”, jungkook is quick to rescue you. — DRABBLE: VAPOR, pt II. hard times ask for extra care and like the healer he is, jungkook doesn’t fail to give you his absolute best. — DRABBLE: VAPOR, pt III. the naughtiest of times bring about the greatest of healing. 𓂃 ౨ৎ NOTE: the drabbles are a continuation of the steam series.

PARK JIMIN

— tba.

KIM TAEHYUNG

— tba.

KIM SEOKJIN

— tba.

𓂃 ౨ৎ — #WIPS

© 2024 hoseoksluna, all rights reserved.

[rmsrkive]

i wanna be yours — masterlist (discontinued)

summary: in which bts find themselves completely and utterly infatuated with one of the members of hybe's newest girl group, le sserafim

warnings: age gap (5-10 year age gap), oc is of consenting and legal age, yandere bts, unhealthy, possessive, and obsessive behavior, violence, smut, idol au

rating: 18+ (minors dni)

pairings: ot7 x f. reader

table of contents

01 ✰ 02 ✰ 03 ✰ 04 ✰ 05 ✰ 06 ✰ 07

[urmingirl]

'Life Goes On' MV: in the forest

[fruitmins]

Agust Dad—Three

➭ summary: Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party— one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry and change your fate forever.

➭genre: short series, pregnancy au, idol au, angst, dad au

➭warnings: none I think, just pure angst, Yoongi’s kinda stalkerish but that’s okay

<next part>

note: I don’t wanna drag this out but I don’t wanna make the chapters to long😭 anyways my life has been crazy lately and this story gives me life so THANK YOU SM for all of the support I love you ALL. Updated the tag list for whoever asked to be on it🫶🏽

Taglist: @welcometomyworld13 @tatyhend @jiminiesunicorn @littlestarstinyseven @baechugff @thelilbutifulthings @tearykth @familiarlikemymirror3 @coree730 @prajusstuff @wobblewobble822 @choisoorin @manuosorioh @0funsite0 @whipwhoops @bergandysam @aloverga @illnevertrustmyselfagain @silentreadersthings

You thought blocking him would fix the problem. Even though you both worked in the same building, you thought blocking him would make everything go away. You thought he would get a hint and let your breathe.

You actually woke up the next morning with a sense of relief – you’re done with Yoongi. He’s finally out of your life and won't be causing more drama and heartbreak.

Or so you thought.

A loud knock on your front door brings you back to harsh reality very quickly. You weren’t expecting anyone, and it's way too early in the day to be a package or delivery. No one made any prior plans to visit you.

In fact, you hadn’t really talked to anyone since the incident besides a couple family members. But they were way to far from Seoul to suddenly drive to your house.

You stumble to your front door, rubbing your eyes as you try to adjust to the light. You have your hand on the doorknob, prepared to open it as you take a small glance through the peephole.

Oh, it’s Yoongi.

It registers in your head and you quickly do a double take, leaning down more to get a better view.

Oh, it’s YOONGI.

He’s head is down as he looks at his phone, so you can’t get the clearest look at his features but you recognize the luxurious long black hair. You recognize the nice black blazer that he always seems to have on. You recognize his freakishly pale skin and his long fingers and veiny hands.

Min Yoongi is at your doorstep at six o clock in the morning.

You quickly swing your door open, causing his head to snap up from his phone as you stare at him with wide eyes.

“What are you doing here?”

You get deja vu as you whisper yell at him, afraid you’d alert the neighbors or some crazy fan would realize that Min Yoongi is on your doorstep.

You should be asking how he got your address and number, but your mind is too much of a mess to ask the right questions.

“Why can’t I come check up on you?” Yoongi frowns, irritated by your cold welcome and you stare at him like he is an alien.

Before you can answer his insane question, he speaks up again. “Wow this house is treacherous.” He mumbles as he glancing around your porch.

You shake your head, dismissing the sudden rude remark on your house. “Yoongi are you insane? You can’t come here like this.” You say in a quiet voice again, glancing around your neighborhood but nothing has changed.

“You blocked me.” Yoongi states, his tone making it sound like it was the most obvious thing in the world but his expression was still blank.

“Well I did it because I didn’t want to talk to you.” You state harshly, making it clear how crazy he looked by somehow finding your address and showing up anyways.

He just stands there, remaining unfazed by your outbursts, his gaze never wavering. Instead of saying something back, he simply pushes a piece of paper you hadn’t notice he had, towards you.

You give him a confused look as you take the paper before glancing down to look at it. Upon closer inspection your eyes catch certain words.

Your eyes widen as you realize what the piece of paper was.

You don’t know what you’re going to say, but as you glance back up at him you attempt to move your mouth anyways. He speaks again before you can say even anything. “Take the paternity test.”

You remain silent as you stare down at the paternity test in your hands, the silence between you growing more and more intense. "If the baby isn’t mine, you can block me and I’ll leave you alone. But if it’s mine, I want to be involved..”

For the first time every, you see a hint of emotion in his eyes. His blank expression softens, revealing a hint of who he might really be. “I want to be there.”

You don't say anything, but inside your heart's beating a mile a minute and your thoughts are spinning around your mind as you try to process everything. This moment feels far too surreal, like something out of a drama that only exists in fiction.

Of course you couldn’t believe his words. After everything you spilled to him yesterday, you couldn’t just hop back into his arms. You couldn’t just trust him again. You want to tell him off for showing up at your door like this in the first place.

But still, a faint flicker of hope springs inside you. A tiny voice whispers things in your ear that maybe things will be different. Maybe you won’t be alone. Just maybe you could trust him.

"Fine, I'll take the test." As soon as the words leave your mouth, you feel a pang of regret. You can’t deny him the right to know if it’s his, even if you knew that it was already biologically. He was the only man you’d slept with for almost a year.

Without giving him much time to process your words, you close the door breathing heavily as you tired to calm your thoughts. You try to focus on other things for the time being, but despite your efforts to think positively and be strong, a nagging feeling of dread never leaves you. You feel a heavy weight sink in your stomach as you worry about the future and your baby.

You retreat to your room, shutting the door behind you. You take the paternity test out, and after a moment of hesitation, you start taking it. You take a sample of your spit and see that Yoongi has already done the same.

You try to keep your mind blank while you do it, but as soon as you start collecting the sample, your brain is flooded with thoughts of Yoongi and your time together. The night, the sex, everything.

You can’t help but wonder how the you and Yoongi would look together, holding a little baby in your arms with him next to you. You can’t help but think about things as if it was another universe were you met on simpler terms.

Your thoughts quickly spiral into a fantasy, and by the time you finish taking the test, your cheeks are red.

You know it’s stupid but you can’t help but think about what’s going to come after the test gets back to you. It’s going to be proof that the baby is his and he claims to want to be involved.

That he wants to be there.

That he’s here now.

Your mind wanders back to the conversation you had in your office. How you told him over and over that he had abandoned you. And in response, here he was saying that he was here for you.

You don’t know how long you can believe him and you don’t know if the desire to care for the baby will go away.

But one things for certain is that the test will come back positive.

And you’ll no longer escape the reality of what awaits you.

Before you know it, Yoongi shows up to your house a couple days later but this time you actually invited him.

You know that you couldn’t tell him at the company cause you could be caught and it’s not something you should tell him through text, so you invited him to your house.

The doorbell rings and your eyes go to the clock above the door.

It's early, but not that early. With your heart racing, you head to the door and slowly it open to reveal... Yoongi.

You remain frozen for a moment before speaking, your throat dry.

He looks as handsome as ever, though he seems more cautious and serious than usual. He knows why he is here, and you know why he is here.

So you push back any thoughts that aren’t necessary and any memories that don’t need to be brought back. "Hello," you say simply, not knowing what else to say.

"Hello," he greets you, eyes skimming over your stomach, which isn’t yet visible but will be soon.

“Come in..” you say in a quiet voice turning away from him and going to the couch in the living room. Your heart starts racing as you begin to feel anxious about the conversation that lies ahead.

Yoongi enters your house, but the air is tense. The silence hangs so thick that you could cut it with a knife.

Eventually, he speaks up, his tone stiff.

"Did you get the results back?" he asks, his deep voice cuts through the silence.

Immediately your heartbeat goes up a notch, and you silently nod in response. “I did..” you mumble, swallowing hard as you pick up the paper off the table and slowly hand it to him, your heart thumping as you watch him closely.

A moment passes as he scans the paper in silence, taking his time and processing the implications.

Finally, he hands the paper back to you, his expression unreadable and the tension in the room as thick as ever.

There, it's all out in the open now, and there's no going back. You’ve officially connected yourself to Min Yoongi.

"So... it's true then."

Yoongi's words hang in the air, heavy.

You nod, your throat squeezed shut with anxiety and worry. Yoongi's gaze wanders across your face, his expression unreadable. His mind must be racing with thoughts of what to do next.

The silence stretches on forever before he finally speaks again. “We need to talk about this," he says calmly, and his tone is decisive.

You take a deep breath before speaking. “Well, I already told you I plan on raising it alone.” You state in a low voice, not making eye contact with him.

Yoongi exhales a shaky frustrated breath, his emotions taking the wheel once more. He takes a moment to collect himself before finding the right words. "And you think I'm just supposed to sit by and let that happen?" He challenges.

You blink, and for a moment, you can tell how serious he's being and you know you’re being stubborn but you can’t help but think of all the package Yoongi came with. His career, his fans, his schedule.

“It’ll just be easier for you and for me if you weren’t involved.” You state, with a heavy sigh. Yoongi's expression doesn't change, but his body language shifts. He crosses his arms and leans against the wall, the tension in his stance palpable.

"Easier for you, maybe. But don’t you think the baby has a right to know who its father is?” He asks and the question catches you by the throat and makes it dry.

Your stomach is filled with guilt, because you know he has a point. You go quiet at the moment, suddenly feeling guilty Yoongi had a right to be involved and the baby had the right to have a father.

And if Yoongi has asked this question, then maybe he was being serious. Maybe he actually cared about the child.

“So, how much do you want to be involved in?” You ask, glancing up at him to see that his eyes narrow momentarily before he responds, but his tone gradually softens as he sees the guilt in your eyes.

"I want to know the baby," he says, the softness in his tone taking you by surprise. "I want to be there for everything, from the first doctor's visits to the first words. I want to be part of its life."

You notice that whenever he says "the baby", his eyes flick towards your stomach as he speaks, even though there’s not visual of the baby even being there.

“What about your career? What about the media?” You question, slightly worried how his fans will react, how his company will react. It wasn’t everyday an idol got some random woman knocked up.

Yoongi relaxes a little after you concede the point, no longer challenging you. "Don't worry about that," Yoongi says quickly, his voice full of determination.

"The media's always going to make a big fuss, but I'll handle it. I'll handle everything. You shouldn’t stress about anything, especially if it’s not your problem to worry about."

His words make your heart flutter, but you're not sure if it's happiness or anxiety. It was like when he looked at the paper, his whole demeanor changed. His whole mindset changed, and you don’t know if you should be excited or worried.

"Listen," he says softly, "I never dreamed that something like this would happen, but now that it has, I want to make sure this baby has the best life possible. I’m not going to take the easy way out, that’s not what a real man does.” He states and despite his tough exterior, Yoongi is determined to be a present father for your child-to-be.

It’s silent again, millions of thoughts and emotions racing through your mind. “Well, I have a seven week appointment, if you want to come..” You mumble in a quiet voice.

“I’ll be there.”

He says, way to quickly.

[golden-jeon-jungkook]

G.C.F in Helsinki

[smoothlikealikeasnake]

Strawberry Princess - Chapter Two “Progress? Maybe…”

Pairing - BTS OT7 x reader, Hybrid BTS x Reader, Hybrid BTS x Hybrid Reader

Genre - Hybrid!AU , Hybrid BTS , Hybrid Reader, fluff, angst, smut, alternative reality , strangers to lovers , strangers to friends, friends to lovers

Warnings - Fluff, teasing, slightly suggestive?, Y/n gets lightheaded, lmk if there’s anything else

Summary - When a certain hybrid starts to appear whenever Jungkook is at the gym, an immediate pull is felt between the two and their eventual friendship soon is spread to the rest of his pack.

Previous Next Overview

The next few weeks after meeting Jimin, Jungkook made progress trying to coax Y/n out of her shell enough to meet the others. Meeting up with her more and more aside from their usual gym chats, often at the park but Y/n had only seen Jimin once after and still held a similar behaviour to the first time.

It was getting colder and going out to the park in the cold and windy weather that was growing the last week wasn’t ideal. That’s how Jungkook came up with the genius idea to have Y/n over at the pack house, not while the other were there because he obviously didn’t want to overwhelm her so he decided to talk about it with the pack. Wednesdays were the days everyone was out of the house at some point, mostly everyone was working but Jungkooks ability to plan his own days meant that he could definitely take the day off if he pleased. Seokjin would go shopping on Wednesdays so he would be gone for a few hours so it was perfect, he just had to ask his hyungs.

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“Would that be okay? I know you all haven’t met her yet but it’s cold and we really shouldn’t be out in the cold yk” - Jungkook didn’t know why he was so nervous, he just rambled as he nibbled at his lip once he finished, it was understandable, a stranger in the pack house, asking for that would be a big thing especially since the rest wouldn’t be there.

“I think that would be fine Kookie, as long as no one else has an issue with it?” - Namjoon answered Jungkook with a soft smile before looking around for any objection but there was none

“I think it’s exciting, I mean from here the rest of us could start to meet her right? Jimin has got to meet her twice now and we are getting more and more curious” - Hoseok said, tail whipping around in excitement as he leant forward and looked at Jungkook for confirmation

“Let’s not rush her Hobi, she seems even more shy than Kook when we first met him” - Seokjin commented with a soft look at the excited leopard, hand gently rubbing over his nape

“I think she can meet more if you soon especially if she agrees to meet me here” - Jungkook stared deep in thought at the coffee table in the middle of the living room, his brows furrowed and lips nibbling away as he debated the possible ways to ask you

“Whenever she’s ready Kook, I’m quite tired from today, could one of you let me know when dinners ready” - Yoongi thought changing the main topic might ease his bunny’s thoughts so the panther stretched out across the sofa, snatched a pillow and made himself comfortable for a long nap

It worked a little bit as the bunny decided to join him, everyone else deciding to busy themselves with their own tasks. The cuddling between the two immediately easing Jungkooks worries while Yoongi pressed circles into his nape for as long as he could before falling asleep. The pressure on Jungkooks nape induced reduced effects of scruffing as his tension released and he got sleepier, instinctively urging closer to the panther who sung the bunny to eased with the rumble of his chest, purring in his ear.

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Jungkooks nap with Yoongi gave him the clear mind to go on with his day and before he knew it he was back at the gym, spotting you walking in right on time and immediately making your way over. You beamed brightly at him, bouncing over in a frilly pink skirt and white long sleeve top, hair in a plaited half up half down style. His day was made at the scent that overwhelmed him every time he comes to the gym, the sweet strawberries as Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck and got on her tippy toes to tightly hug him, his arms instinctively moving around her soft waist. He didn’t understand why he wanted to pull her even closer and pick her up so she didn’t have to hold herself up at all but he resisted, knowing how shy she would get and not wanting to push any boundaries.

They started light conversation before Jungkook suddenly got an unexpected wave of confidence

“Are you doing anything after this Y/nie?” He asked as she handed him his water.

“No, why?” She replied curiously, soft eyes looking up at him with a slight tilt of her head

“Well it’s getting colder out now and all of my mates are at work today so I wondered if you’d like to come over for a few hours, we can watch a movie or even order dessert to replicate our icecream because it’ll be too cold for you to be outside for long now” - Kooks floppy ears twitched at his proposal, awaiting an answer as he observed her.

Y/n’s extremely fluffy tail started swishing fast behind her, strawberry blonde fur bouncing at every movement as her ears twitched forward and she smiled brightly up at him

“I’d love too, let me just tell Sana and ill come back when your done” - she commented quickly giving him one last smile before bouncing back to Sana with a large smile and letting her know of her plans while a Jungkook watched from across the room, watched how Sana teasing made Y/n blush and get shy. He only hoped the next time she’d blush it’d be because of him.

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When it was finally time for Jungkook to finish, Y/n realised her nerves were rising incredibly quick. She was jittery as she made her way back over, hoping her anxiety wasn’t showing but Jungkook saw straight through her and moved in to take her hand, the soft embrace of his large hands completely covering her own made sparks fly up her arm and goosebumps follow quickly, she was so glad she wore long sleeves she just prayed the light blush on her cheeks also went unnoticed. It really didn’t

When Jungkook had gathered his things he walked Y/n out the gym to the parking lot nearby and made small conversation about where each of his mates were today before arriving at his Mercedes, he didn’t mean to wow but Y/n draw dropped as he pressed unlock and watched the inside light up. She tried to hide her surprise but it was quickly forgotten when Kook took her to the passenger side and helped him in like the gentlemen he was.

“Thank you” -she let out meekly as Jungkook closed her door and made his way around to the drivers side, Y/n was equally flustered and surprised at the luxury she was currently sitting within as she came to the realisation that she had never asked what he does for a living.

Jungkook checked her seatbelt was on properly as he leant over and made her flushed cheeks burn even hotter before adjusting his own and turning on the car to start driving. It seemed like the perfect time ask about Jungkook and his packs jobs in their current conversation before the smooth ride started pulling Y /n’s senses into a sleepy state, she quickly forgot her other trains of thoughts and put them aside for later as the new realisation hit her, she should try to stay awake for the ride back. It was something she had always done, it’s why she never drove herself anywhere, driving made her sleepy, there was no explanation as to why but it just did and in a matter of minutes she would be fast asleep but obviously Jungkook didn’t know this so she did her best to reply before he quickly checked her and saw her fighting to stay awake. She reminded him of Yoongi, while he didn’t sleep in the car he’d sleep at any given opportunity and he loved the parallel between the two, she was just more playful than the panther and he loved that too.

A deep chuckle resonated around the car softly before a “ sleep Y/n, I’ll wake you up” sent Y/n spiralling into a slumber as she got comfortable and Jungkook controlled her seat to lean back and heat slightly, revelling in the way her tail wrapped around her soft tummy and she subconsciously purred. He didn’t think she could get much cuter but she had quickly proven him wrong.

The drive home was quiet, the dull melody of Kendrick Lamar’s ‘Love’ played through the speakers as Jungkook occasionally checked on Y/n finding her happily asleep every time before the short 15 minute drive came to an end and he parked in his usual space, turning the car off.

“Y/n we are here” - Jungkook gently nudged the sleeping felines shoulder to coerce her awake but when she just buried her head deeper into the seat he chuckled and decided to just come around to get her. He got out the car and came around to Y/n’s side, opening the door and slightly shaking her but she still wouldn’t wake. It took him a second of thinking before he decided to try something that worked to wake Yoongi up.

He gently moved her head to the side and brushed her soft hair out of the way and pushed out his own scent strongly before putting two fingers to her scent gland and gently massaging it. It definitely worked as her eyes shot open and stared at Jungkook for a few seconds before her face flushed red.

“We’re here” Jungkook grinned and held his hand out to help Y/n out as she took it gently, still trying to wash away the sleep but definitely awake with the strong linen scent rushing through her scent glands and making her heart race, her own scent glands pulsing adding to the feeling.

“I’m sorry for sleeping on the way” - Y/n felt quite embarrassed and entirely flushed from the whole journey start to finish and she couldn’t quite grasp just why she felt comfortable enough with Jungkook to just let herself fall asleep next to him, she started to realise there has to be a deeper trust and connection between them than she thought there was and it made her eyes slightly widen as she nervously started to play with her hair in her free hand.

“Don’t be sorry, you couldn’t help it and you reminded me a bit of Yoongi, he’s going to like you” - Jungkook expressed brightly with a wide smile while locking his car, never letting go of Y/n’s hand before pulling her flushed self gently from the garage space towards the entrance of the building. Y/n couldn’t reply, focusing on his comment about another pack member liking her, would they all like her? Why did he mention that? Then she started feeling like she was reading further into it than needed and was interrupted by the shock of seeing what building she was stood infront.

One of the most expensive complexes in Seoul, she really needed to ask what he and his pack did for livings. She didn’t want to seem too shocked or intrigued by the luxury infront of her so she tried to restrain any change in expression about it. On the other hand, Jungkook started to get worried about wether Y/n would like the pack home, would it be big enough? Would it be cozy enough? Would she like how it looked? How it smelled… that’s how his thoughts came to a fast stop, why did he care if she liked his mates and his own scents on their own and combined, things were starting to click and he couldn’t deny his excitement at that moment.

There was a tad more bounce in Jungkooks step, half from his new realisation and half from being jittery from the nerves about Y/n’s opinion as he walked them towards the elevator. As they got in Y/n couldn’t even hide the widening of her eyes at Jungkook casually pressing the number to the top floor, this was already an extremely expensive place to live but the top floor? She quickly got cut off by the start of a conversation.

“Everyone else is at work and Jin-Hyung is shopping so no one’s home, they shouldn’t be for a few hours, even Jin-hyung, he likes to go on a detour every time to look for new blankets and pillows and things we might want” - Y/n admired the stars in his eyes as he talked about his mates, she realised she longed for a relationship like theirs and from everything she’d heard about them, she’d love to meet them all, especially Yoongi and Jin, they sound especially similar to her from what she’s heard today

“That’s so lovely, i’d to meet him at some point, we must share a love for blankets and pillows and all comfy items” - Y/n beamed at him as she thought about her own collection and in doing so, failed to notice the excitement that flowed through Jungkooks body as his scent got stronger, his happiness clear at the confirmation that he could start to introduce more of his mates.

“They can’t wait to meet you, we can set something up so you can meet them” - Jungkook couldn’t help his quick response as he looked down at Y/n, ecstatic, Y/n didn’t want to ruin this mood by letting him know in any way that she doesn’t exactly do well with meeting lots of new people at once, she never had but she had a glimmer of hope that even if she did end up meeting them all at once, they’d make her comfortable, she just had a feeling they would.

Their conversation was cut short by the elevators ding, both walking out into a hallway significantly smaller than the others would be as it held a singular double door instead of multiple and Y/n quickly realised not only was this the top floor but the pack had it all to themselves. Jungkook walked over to the door to quickly let them in and held it open for Y/n, as he said it would be, the silence indicated that the house was empty but the overwhelming combination of scents that hit her made her physically lightheaded. She couldn’t describe how it made her lightheaded in a slightly good way though, it was making her vision fuzzy at the edges, ears ring and everything around her tune out and she couldn’t work out why.

“Y/n? Y/n what’s wrong?” - Y/n could only start to tune back in the rest of her senses when she felt Jungkook quickly grab her as her legs suddenly became wobbly, barely holding herself up and it still took a second for her to grasp what was happening around her as the scent of Jungkooks worry flooded her nose.

“I’m not sure why I just got really lightheaded” She said once she could actually fathom what was happening, moving to hold herself up out of his admittedly ridiculously strong arms but he still held onto her arm lightly Incase she fell again.

“You should have some water, have you eaten today?” Jungkook couldn’t hide his worry as he helped Y/n out of the front of the home to the large kitchen, sitting her at a stool and quickly grabbing her some water and wondering what they could eat as a snack.

“I have, thank you” Y/n said as she took small sips of the water, she honestly felt a bit sad that she couldn’t appreciate everything in the beautiful home on the short walk to the kitchen with everything still being quite blurry. The water seemed to help a small bit as everything started to clear a bit more and she could finally take in the gorgeous home around her. It made her heart race a bit faster as the scents overwhelmed her again but it was entirely enjoyable this time and she quickly noticed the homey feel despite the two open areas, living room and kitchen, being so large. It was incredible how a pack could make such a large space so cozy, she made note that at some point she’d want to tell Jin just how lovely he’s made the home, somehow feeling he would love that.

“Do you like chocolate chip cookies? Jin-hyung baked some this morning” Jungkook asked while plating a few anyway to share between them

“I don’t think you can not like them” Y/n smiled as Kook placed the plate between the two and took a cookie, gesturing her to take her own. She did happily, that first bite was like heaven, they were soft with crunchy edges, exactly how she liked them and the plate they were kept on made them stay warm so tge chocolate pulled apart slightly and fell on her lip. As it touched her tongue she couldn’t help the quiet mosn of appreciation that left her mouth, they were absolutely perfect. She quickly filled with embarrassment but Jungkook just smiled, choosing to try to ignore the way his scent got stronger and heart raced at the shocks that shot through his body.

“I know, that’s how I react everytime I try one of Hyungs new dishes or bakes, he’s the best cook” - Jungkook gushes in admiration to ignore the feeling he got from the noise. He looked at Y/n finishing her cookie after he finished his own and noticed the chocolate on her lip, reaching forward without thinking and wiping it off with his thumb before licking it off his own finger. The tension in the air was evident at that but Y/n just chose to drink some water and Jungkook decided moving to a new location would be a good distraction from the interaction, he couldn’t even reason why he did it he just knows it felt right.

Secretly, Y/n couldn’t get over the feeling of his tatted hand on her face and thumb over her lip and what he did after made her already racing heart speed faster than she thought possible but as Jungkook quickly announced that they should go to the living room she was more than relieved for the distraction.

As soon as they walked into the living room, Y/n couldn’t help but admire the amazing amounts of blankets and pillows and acknowledged the variety, each catered to a different member and that made her envy the pack further, wishing for a love like that some day. Jungkook lead them to sit down, starting a conversation about different shows while Y/n found a blanket next to her that was just what she liked and couldn’t help herself subtly kneading it besides her, thinking Jungkook wouldn’t notice but he did, and so would it’s owned as her scent gland rubbed against it every now and then.

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The two watched the tv for a good hour before Jungkook got bored and decided that teasing the kitty until her claws came out would be a much more exciting plan than watching tv.

He started lightly, nudging her legs with his own repeatedly and acting like he hadn’t done anything, then he got his hand, draping over the back of the sofa and brushed over her nape, making her flinch and shoot around. He held back his laughter as he acted like normal but proceeded to do it again and again until Y/n finally went in to grab his hand and his quick reflexes kicked in, sending his hand reeling back and his body shooting up. Quickly moving away from the couch as Y/n followed him aiming to catch up and as she did she got herself into the same stance she had the first time they met up at the park and pounced.

Pounced onto his back and gripped around his neck and legs around his waist and she held herself on, aiming to surprise and scare him more than anything

“I knew you were doing it the whole time!” She exclaimed as Kook couldn’t stop his laughter, bending over just as he had that time before but Y/n was careful this time not to hurt him. She slid herself off his back as he bent down but quickly needed a way to make it even.

She saw a slither of skin at the bottom of his back as he was still slightly bending and immediately knew how to get him back, learning I’ve the times they’ve met that Jungkook has incredible sensitive skin. All she had to do was move her fluffy tail towards him and tickle that small slither of skin with the fur of her tail quickly and lightly before making a run for it but she was entirely too impressed with herself as Jungkook shot up and spun around with a shout.

He clearly had faster reflexes as he leaped towards her and she froze as he grabbed her waist and threw her into the air, over his shoulder as if she weighed absolutely nothing and she screamed in surprise, her long strawberry blonde hair nearly touching the floor as she was so far over his shoulders her face nearly reached his ass which she had never noticed was really nice to look at. All she could do was kick and hold onto his waist as tight as she could, slightly worried he’d drop her especially as he was laughing so hard her body was vibrating with him, holding her tightly by the plush of her thighs.

Jungkook was certain he wouldn’t drop her, he had a tight grip on the soft skin of her thighs and his hands almost melted into the skin as they were deeply buried in the extra plush she had there, certain there would be hand marks there when he let her down but his train of thought about how admittedly nice her thighs felt was cut off by her waving tail suddenly landing right infront of his face and wrapping around his eyes and looping his neck, the fluff of it soft and detangled. There was so much that his entire face was covered but it wouldn’t stop his laughing at the way her short legs were kicking around as she screamed for him to let her down.

“Let me down Jungkook!” She shouted trying to sound assertive but only screamed as he jostled her slightly and laughed even harder

“Don’t drop me! I swear if you drop me-“ Y/n could only threaten and tighten her arms around his waist, not realising the claws probably indenting him through his shirt

“I won’t drop you!” Jungkook found it too funny, Y/n trying to sound so fierce when she was just hanging over his shoulder, tail trying to hold onto his neck for support but he didn’t clock how Y/n had stopped screaming as he felt like he was given laughing gas, maybe it was her tail wrapped around his face removing his vision and making him inhale the sweet strawberries stronger than ever that was enhancing the experience but he suddenly heard a different voice and tried to calm down to fathom the situation.

While Jungkook was practically suffocated by Y/n’s scent he hadn’t smelt the two familiar scents entering the room nor one of Y/n’s hands leaving his waist to move up as she realised her skirt was entirely flipped and even though Jungkook couldn’t see, she was certain the new people raising her heart rate definitely would be able too, it was a difficult position to hold and she just prayed Jungkook wouldn’t let go.

Y/n could barely process the suit clad individual walking towards her with another, dressed in casual jeans and a soft pink hoodie. The position with all her blood rushing to her head finally catching up to her before two incredibly breathtaking men bent down to see her eyes after realising Jungkook wouldn’t be able to see a thing. All she could see was a strikingly handsome man with a crisp charcoal suit bending down to her, adjusting his glasses and taking her breath away as he smiled wide, dimples making her swoon.

“Hi Y/n, it’s nice to finally meet you” - Namjoon said as he watched the girl blush bright red and heard his other mate suddenly order Jungkook to let her down

“Jungkook let the poor girl down your going to make her pass out!” - Jin scolded as Jungkook shook his face to see through Y/n’s now swishing tail, smiling brightly at his mates forgetting Y/n was over his shoulder until he felt the warmth of her thighs on his hands and gripped harder, definitely leaving hand marks now if there wasn’t any before and lifting her up again, this time the opposite way and lifting by her thighs until one hand could reach her waist and using one hand on each spot to pull her down, her hand still holding her skirt down, the other on his shoulder. He had to stabilise her as she wobbled from the blood flowing back to her body and Jin quickly moved in, guiding Y/n’s dizzy self back to a couch, her mind full of the feeling of Jungkooks hands on her thighs and Namjoons stunning smile.

“Namjoon go fetch me some water” - Jin ordered the man who had stood up fully once Jungkook started to pull Y/n back to standing. He quickly made his way to the kitchen while Jin scolded Jungkook, not even realising how he hadn’t introduced himself before he grabbed the blanket Y/n had earlier been kneading and draping it over her shoulders

“Are you okay sweetheart?” - Jin suddenly sat infront of her as she fully got her senses back together now.

“I-I’m okay, it’s nice to meet you” - Y/n let out with a shaky voice and timid smile, suddenly realising she’s meeting two new people, speaking of, a crisp suited arm passed around her to offer a glass of water which she took gratefully, she really didn’t feel like she needed all the attention and Jungkook knew that as he leant his arms on the back of the sofa and quickly whispered in her ear playfully

“Didn’t think you’d retaliate princess” -That one line had her about to spin around and pounce again, not even realising the nickname he’d given her, hoping her face was still naturally flushed as she sipped at her water before looking at the two new faces.

“I’m sorry for meeting so abrupt Y/n, we did let Kook know but he must have had his phone off as usual, I closed my case so I picked Jin-hyung up and came home. It’s nice to meet you, like I said, I’m Namjoon” - those dimples that basically paralysed her before came right back and hit nearly as hard, everything about him screamed pack leader and lead mate, it was overwhelmingly attractive.

“That’s okay, it’s lovely to meet you both” - Only then did she turn away from that hypnotising smile to see another one of the prettiest men she’d ever seen in her life, plump pink lips, stunning skin and the most captivating eyes, he was mesmerising, and just like her in qualities? They would definitely get along.

She was suddenly pulled into a hug by Jin, surprised by definitely enjoying the caring earache, melting into it not realising how Jin was close to her scent gland and gave Jungkook a knowing look over her shoulder.

“It feels like we’ve waited so long to meet you, how would you feel about staying for dinner so we can all get to know eachother, if you’d like of course” - Jin asked as he pulled away, he was definitely suggesting she had a choice but she knew she would want to stay anyway. She’d already met 4 of the 7 now, maybe 3 more in a day wouldn’t be too bad.

“I’d love that, thank you, as long as that’s okay with all of you” - Y/n looked around to the other two in the room for confirmation and both smiled and gave her a firm nod but internally they couldn’t get over how sweet she was, Namjoon especially was captivated by but his staring was interrupted when Jungkook hooked his arms under Y/n’s and pulled her up and over the sofa like a ragdoll or , just like a cat and pulled her away into the kitchen

“Jin-Hyung, you should show Y/n more of your cooking or baking now, it’s nearly lunch time and Y/n already loves your baking” Jungkook says as he gave a smirk, putting emphasis on love as he looked at Y/n who suddenly got her confidence back and pretended to get ready to pounce on him again, claws out to which he laughed lightly and moved a bit faster to avoid any possible surprise attack from the feline.

Namjoon and Jin just looked at eachother confused but followed the two happily, loving the way Y/n teased him and acted playful, seeing someone much less shy than they had 2 minutes ago. They all joined together in the kitchen, sitting around the island while Jin started on lunch, Namjoon quickly went to change and Y/n offered to help Jin which he hastily turned down as she was a guest. When they were all together they talked about everything, random small things, careers, their hybrid qualities until Jin suddenly got curious as he put the food infront of everyone.

“Kookie, what did you mean when you said that Y/n already ‘loves’ my baking” -Y/n shot her head around next to her and gave Jungkook a death stare, he just smirked and raised his eyebrows before moving to tell the table, Y/n decided this would be a good time to get her claws out so she did and rested one on his thigh, pushing into it until he held his words and quickly got to trying his food, commenting on how good it was. Y/n was now the one smirking in victory and thanked Jin for the food before trying it and making sure to hold back a moan this time.

Their conversation over lunch went on for a while, Y/n learnt that Namjoon was a lawyer, Jin stayed home, Jungkook not so surprisingly owned a tattoo shop and shared it with Yoongi who did piercings, Jimin and Taehyung own a fashion brand that keeps the whole pack travelling the world and Hoseok owns a dance academy, all of their jobs were so impressive to her she couldn’t even mask the impressed look on her face at their every word.

“I’m an artist, I do a paintings by the series and sell them every few months” - Y/n informed them, her job gave her a lot of freedom as to what she did everyday and she was definitely not struggling financially from it but she still couldn’t help her impressed look at both the house and it’s pack.

“Ahh Taehyung will love to see them, he has a particular interest in painting, maybe you could show him some time” Namjoon, who changed into a casual sweats and t-shirt that honestly did little to hide his strong build that had Y/n quite shy, said with a happy glint in his eyes as he looked at her. The conversation continued sweetly until Y/n felt the urge to use the bathroom.

“Could I use your bathroom please?” - Y/n politely asked as the trio obviously agreed and gave her directions to get to it, she stood up and walked out of the kitchen but as she did, the three at the table couldn’t ignore the imprints from Jungkooks hands still very clear on the back of her plush thighs, all threes eyes widened at them and Jin quickly scolded Jungkook to which he argued that Y/n probably didn’t mind, Namjoon couldn’t help but stare and admire the marks, holding back a smirk before turning around when Y/n completely left the room.

When Y/n arrived at the bathroom she was still admiring the beauty of the home she was in, even inside said bathroom that was huge, a large shower and a bath both in the same room and everything you could dream of. She quickly did her business but she noticed the mirrors on the wall behind her through the mirror at the sink and that wasn’t the only thing she noticed. As she was washing her hands she spotted the imprints that turned hand shaped parts of her thighs a pink colour, she blushed profusely at the realisation that Jungkook made those and couldn’t say she didn’t like it. Running her hands or even her tail over the marks had shocks shooting down her spine and that was enough to have her scent sweetening and flooding the bathroom as she tried to stop the blush beating her face and had to tie her long waves up in a high ponytail with her plaits stopping at the start of the ponytail.

She followed her way back to the kitchen to find another face, Jimin, who turned around and beamed, moving to give her a hug as he greeted her, the soft scent of his orange mixed with a hint of bourbon filling her nose as she embraced him back.

“Taehyung is finishing off a design so he will be coming home soon, your staying for dinner Y/n i can’t wait for you to meet everyone else” - Jimin said, still holding the feline hybrid and subconsciously nuzzling into her head slightly, pleased to have someone that’s shorter than him around and especially this short. He had yet to notice the marks on her thighs but the rest of his pack in the room knew that once he did he wouldn’t exactly be subtle about his teasing.

Y/n suddenly realised just how many people she’d actually be meeting today and couldn’t help but get a bit nervous again as everyone moved to the living room, Jimin guiding her with his hand on her back. Her senses were already struggling to keep up with the strong mixes of scents around her flooding her nose and just as she tried to get a handle on it, the sound of the door opening caught everyone attention and she realised she probably wouldn’t be able to get used to all of them so quickly and started to feel that lightheaded feeling again.

Thank you for reading, feel free to ask anything or request drabbles for this, the next chapter will be out as soon as it can be but for now I hope you enjoy this!

Isn’t proof read or edited so excuse any errors x

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[iluvpjminnie]

park “ruler of sassyland” jimin

(no wonder he’s my bias)