#and when joon dies... well.

[salems-lots]

>> Now we are bound by blood <<

Joon, and his adoptive Sire, Artemiy - they carry a little bit of each other's blood whenever they part ways, out of superstition but also to remind them of their bond

[theinfinitedivides]

hold on babe where are you going we have to have our moral spiritual emotional and sexual awakening on this overpass you can't just leave like that

[iarchmybaculaa]

18+!

Tags/warnings⚠️: Alcohol consumption, club setting, misunderstandings, angst if you squint, long haired Jungkook, Reader is a brat, angry Jungkook, unprotected sex (please do not practice that irl), rough sex, spitting!, breeding kink

Word count: 3.6k

🎧 : Sticky Rice-Lil Gnar, Reminder-The Weeknd, Party Monster- The Weeknd

For my loves: Tasara & @hobicakess 🩷

Beta’d by Shaq🫶🏾

A/N: I randomly found an edit in my gallery that inspired this whole thing. HEAVILY unedited bc I’m extremely sleep deprived rn so pls be nice!

Fic takes place about 4 years before "All mine" ! Enjoy?

Being married to Jungkook has single-handedly disproved every doubtful remark you've heard from everyone trying to convince you that it would be ill-advised to get married so young.

Contrary to what you've been told, the spark between has not died. In fact, you think that you find something new to love about Jungkook every day.

His love has never once not been intentional and gentle. You've never experienced being with someone who is so in tune with your body, with your mind, with your soul. Jungkook sees loving you as a competition; his only rival being his past selves.

There is no adventure that Jungkook would want to experience without you. There’s no bridge he wants to cross without holding your hand; no dance he wants to do without you beside him….or rather bent over in front of him as you are now.

The low lights of club Euphoria had switched to a dangerously deep shade of red, casting a sinful glow on your already ridiculously seductive face. Your eyes were low, whether it was from the few drinks you'd had earlier or the thick cloud of hookah smoke that floated around the club, Jungkook didn't know.

What he did know however, was that he had the most beautiful woman in the world throwing her ass back against him, in a dress so tiny that your cheeks were becoming more and more exposed as he thrust his hips forward to meet yours.

You move in sync with the music, your bodies in perfect harmony as the people around you become a blur. In that moment, it's just you and Jungkook. You and your husband.

You feel the cool air travel further up your legs as you dance. You reach behind you to pull your dress down, more out of habit than anything. You hear Jungkook groan as your hand ‘accidentally’ presses against his crotch, and you can't suppress the small giggle that escapes you.

It's a low sound, so realistically, Jungkook can't hear it that well over the near deafening music…But he sees the way your body shakes a bit. You shake the same way when you laugh at your own jokes or Jungkook's clumsiness; and he knows you well enough that he can practically hear the sound in his head.

Fuck he's in love with you.

He's so lucky to have you. He can't wait to live the rest of his life with you, to have a family with you, to take you home and fu-

His train of thought is cut off by the harsh vibration of his phone in the pocket of his slacks. He grabs your waist to stop your movements, and you stand upright. You raise a questioning brow at him.

“It's Namjoon hyung” he mouths, pointing to the phone at his ear.

You roll your eyes and shake your head. Namjoon had been on a work trip to London for the past few ( painfully long) weeks, and he still refuses to acknowledge the time difference. You two have grown to accept it, even if it means that he calls Jungkook at the most ridiculous (sometimes inconvenient) times.

The crackle of the receiver lets Jungkook know that Namjoon is talking, but he can’t make out a word he’s saying. Jungkook quickly realizes that he couldn't possibly have this conversation inside the club, so he gestures towards the door.

“I'm going to take this outside,” he says with his lips pressed up to your ear. “Do you want to come with me? Or will you be okay ‘till I get back?”

“I'm a big girl!” You pout up at him, pushing his glasses further up his nose with your pointer finger . “I’ll be fine, go take your call! Tell Joon I said hi.”

He nods and plants a quick kiss on the crook of your neck. He strokes the side of your face with his thumb and promises to be right back, before he turns on his heels. You watch as his head disappears into the crowd, leaving you standing alone and regrettably bored.

With Jungkook gone, you have nothing else to do since you two had come alone. You think standing around in a club like someone with a lost shadow would be incredibly lame. So you do what any unoccupied, married person in a club would do, you make your way to the bar to get a drink…or two.

By the time Jungkook gets back you're just a little tipsy.

You're not a stranger to alcohol per se, but unlike Jungkook who's been around enough liquor to know what blends would be good for you (strong enough to make you feel good, but not enough to make you lose your inhibitions); you don't know much (not enough if you ask him). You think of calling him, but your phone is in your purse… perched on jungkook’s shoulder.

So you do the most logical thing you can think of, and you order the prettiest sounding drink on the menu. Who can blame you?

You’re just a girl.

~

Two cups of Serendipity later, you're back in Jungkook's arms feeling absolutely giddy and incorrigibly horny.

The lights in the club are a dark blue now, and the music is even louder. Jungkook looks exactly the way he did when he left.

Sexy as all fuck.

Long hair tucked behind his hair on one side? Check.

Denim shirt? Check.

Tattoos? Double check.

Damn.

MINE! MINE! MINE!

You're not sure where he put his glasses, but you make a mental note to ask him before you leave. You do not need a repeat of the Geum putdwaeji Sikdang* incident. You know from experience that Jungkook and contacts don’t mix; and it would take over three weeks for them to get replaced…Not a fun time.

And right now? All you want to have is fun.

Jungkook’s mouth is moving, but your brain is moving too fast (or too slow) to read his lips and you can’t hear him. But his hands pull you toward him by the waist and you lean into his touch.

Your back is turned to his front as you move slowly against him the second you hear “she’s saying baby saenggakaji ma” float over the speakers.

Jungkook moves in sync with you as he always does, but his hands remain at your waist, almost rigid. His touch is shy and..Timid? His hands don’t trail up towards your breast, or towards your belly button. You find it odd, and downright ridiculous.

You grab his hands to take them upwards, and you’re instantly confused. There’s ink on both his hands? You pause.

When did Jungkook get a sleeve on both hands?

His lips brush faintly against your ear, and you’re suddenly hyper aware of the absence of the cool metal of the rings that should be in his lip.

You don’t hear a thing except the erratic beating of your heart.

Then the inconceivable happens.

Jungkook stands in front of you, arms folded across his chest and eyes glaring at you through his glasses. The lights above you start flashing, and they bounce off his shiny, silver lip rings.

But if Jungkook is in front of you…who the fuck is behind you?!

You think you might faint.

As confused as you might have been about the situation, you knew two things for sure:

1. You needed to get as far away from not- Jungkook as possible

2. You're screwed.

Not-Jungkook seems to realize your mistake, and moves his hands from your waist so can step away from him; you rip yourself away from him as if his touch burns.

You open your mouth to say something to Real- Jungkook, but your brain goes blank.

You're too dunk for this.

Jungkook gives you a quick once- over to make sure that you're unharmed, before taking a gentle hold of your wrist. He tucks you behind him as he gives Non- Jungkook a piece of his mind.

The ringing in your ears has become so loud can't even hear the music anymore, much less their argument. Your brain feels like it's been doused in water, and you feel an unwarranted giggle making it's way up your throat. You swallow it down.

Now's not the time.

From what you can see, Real Jungkook and Not-Jungkook are having a very spirited conversation. Real Jungkook seems to be holding his composure quite well, until Not-Jungkook says something that causes his jaw to tick and his hands to form fists at his sides.

But instead of throwing a punch, Jungkook takes a deep breath and walks away, pulling you behind him.

Not- Jungkook waves at you.

You don't wave back.

Jungkook is silent as he leads you out of the club and towards your car. You say nothing as he opens the passenger door and watches as you sit inside.

“Do your feet hurt?” He asks

You shake your head at him. Still, he couches on his knees and unbuckles your heels, giving your calves a brief massage before he straps you into your seat. He closes your door and grabs a bottle of water from the back seat. He hands it to you as he settles behind the steering wheel.

“Drink.” He commands. His voice isn't necessarily angry but you can hear something bubbling beneath the surface. The restraint he's exercising is audible in his voice, and for some strange reason…it excites you.

He pulls out of the parking lot slowly, careful not to accelerate too fast so your water doesn't spill.

The fog around your brain is almost completely lifted by the time you've finished the bottle. Jungkook glances at you for a moment, and releases a satisfied hum when he sees the crumpled plastic in your lap.

He doesn't smile though.

His jaw is tense and his body is rigid in his seat. He isn't touching you and you don't like it.

“Jungkook,” you say, reaching over to touch his thigh

“Are you sure?”

You look at him confused. “Am I sure about what?’

“Are you sure I'm Jungkook?”

There it is.

You have the audacity to scoff at him.

“ Of course I'm sure it's you Jungkook. Don't be ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous?! You were literally grinding your ass all over some random dude you thought was me but I'm being ridiculous?!”

Your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. You know that Jungkook has all right to be upset, fuck you're upset at yourself for making such a terrible mistake. Jungkook has all right to reprimand you, but your mouth just won't cooperate with your brain. All the brat inside you heard, was Jungkook rubbing in something that you were already very embarrassed and flustered about and it just didn't seem fair.

If you thought about it…This was all Jungkook's fault really!

“ Well it's not my fault that you look like every other Korean dude with a perm!!”

The car comes to an abrupt stop as Jungkook slams the breaks.

“Excuse me?”

You roll your eyes and cross your arms at your chest. Jungkook’s eyes flick down to where your tits are bulging, but only for a moment of course.

“Stuttering is your thing Jungkook. You heard me.”

“You’ve actually lost your fucking mind.” Jungkook marvels at you, completely in disbelief at your misplaced attitude.

“I should have bent you over my lap and spanked your ass raw in that fucking club for everyone to see… But I let you off so easy, because I knew you made the mistake because you were drunk; and this is the thanks I get?”

“No.” You quip, “I’m not thanking you in any way.”

The tension between you is as thick as it was during the first 3 months of you two flirting with each other. You were both in college, desperately holding on to the title of “study partners ” even though you kept finding yourselves in compromising positions.

You were both playing a timeless game of cat and mouse. A metaphorical tug of war. Jungkook would push and you would pull; now it appeared that you were having a rematch.

He sucks the pierced side of his lip into his mouth.

You want him so bad.

Jungkook’s eye twitches.

“You’re asking for it, you know that?” He asks, face so close to yours that you can practically taste him on your tongue.

“Give it to me then.” You challenge.

Jungkook leans forwards, and you close your eyes in anticipation of a kiss.

But Jungkook doesn’t kiss you. Instead, he sinks his teeth deep into your neck, though not hard enough to break skin.

You moan at the sting, reveling in the way his soft tongue soothes his claim.

He pulls away and runs his thumb over your lip, eyes darkening.

“Did he kiss you?” He grits out.

You frantically shake your head no.

It's then that you realize just how bad this could have truly been for you. Jungkook was right. You were getting off easy.

Jungkook pries your mouth open.

“Tongue out.” he says.

You loll your tongue out and look up at him expectantly for what you know is coming. Jungkook looks directly into your eyes as he spits into your waiting mouth. You swallow without being told to; it's almost like a reflex.

Jungkook is pleased.

“Who does that taste like, baby?”

“Tastes like you,” you reply.

Jungkook hums.

He grabs your hand and brings it over to his lap. Your breath hitches when you feel the telltale rigidness of a boner in his jeans. Your heart skips a beat as you realize how painfully hard he is.

You need him.

“What does that feel like, baby? Hm? Does that feel like me? Or are you not sure?”

You whine as he rolls his hips up into your palm. “It feels like you Jungkook, I want it.”

Jungkook’s face contorts into one of mock contemplation.

You hate when he gets like this, when he pretends to consider giving you what you want when you both know it's not going to happen.

"You want to know what I think?" he muses rhetorically.

"I think I've let you get away with a little too much lately. I've always told you that your mouth is going to get you in trouble, but I've never made good on that promise, have I?" He chuckles darkly. "Maybe it's time I change that, hm?”

Your heart thumps loudly in your chest and you feel a shiver of anticipation zoom down your spine.

“Unzip me.”

Your body is in autopilot as you undo his zipper and lean forward to take him inside your mouth.

He pulls you backwards by your braids, and brings his hand around your throat.

“You're gonna take me in your mouth and you're going to keep it there until we get home.” He growls out at you

“No licking, no sucking, no moving. By the time we get home I'll be tattooed so deep in your fucking brain that you'll never mistake someone else for me ever again.” he bites out.

But in true Jungkook fashion he brushes his lips gently against yours, then he shoves his dick down your throat .

The ride home is filled with the obscene noises of you trying not to choke on Jungkook's cock.

Your eyes are watering and your nose burns from how hard you've been breathing through it. Your chest feels hollow and your jaw aches, but you're too fucked out to care.

Jungkook's cargo pants are thoroughly soaked from the way your saliva has dripped all over him. You're sure it's beginning to get uncomfortable for him to sit like this: cock hard and throbbing and in your warm, wet mouth. Yet, he sits perfectly still; unmoving.

His breaths come out in slow, controlled gasps, and it becomes exceedingly clear to you that It's taking as much effort from Jungkook not to snap his hips upwards and fuck your throat; as it is for you to not give him an actual blowjob.

The realization is absolutely riveting.

When Jungkook pulls into the driveway of your flat, he lifts your chin up , and his dick slides out of your mouth with a wet plop.

You both try to catch your breath, chests heaving and hearts thumping. Jungkook tucks himself back into his pants, and takes a deep breath before he gets out of the car.

Like the gentleman he is, he walks over to the passenger side of the car and holds your door open for you. But when you don't make any efforts to get up, he bends down and looks expectantly at you.

You pout at him and point to your feet.

You're barefoot. Of course.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, grabs you by the waist, and tosses you over his shoulder. You squirm a bit, and Jungkook promptly delivers a warning slap to your ass which settles you completely.

He opens the front door and kicks it shut behind him, waiting until he hears the security alarm activate before he moves towards your bedroom.

He tosses you on the bed and flicks the light on. Your chin is slicked with spit, you tits are spilling out of your dress, and the curly hair in your braids are sticky to the thin sheen of sweat on your face.

You look a mess.

A hot, beautiful mess that Jungkook made. His pride swells, along with another part of him.

Jungkook turns his back to you as he takes his shirt off.

“You know I love you right?,” he asks, putting his glasses on the nightstand. He tosses his shirt onto the ground and walks over to the bed. “You know that there's nothing in the world that could ever make me stop loving you?” He asks, now face to face with you as he strokes your chin.

‘I do,” you reply, your voice comes out more of a whine than you actually want it to.

“That's great baby, because this is going to feel like I fucking hate you.”

***

You both cry out when Jungkook finally slips inside you.

You've come to accept that no matter how many times you've taken him, how many times you will take him you'll never not be taken aback by the way his cock stretches you.

The lights are on, and so you can see Jungkook in all his glory. You can see way his biceps bulge and the way his abs tense. You the way his face contorts as your pussy practically suffocates him.

“ You like what you see baby?” He taunts, “had to make sure that you can actually see who's fucking you hm? Wouldn’t want you to make another mistake now would we?”

He spits the word out as if it pains him to say, and translates that pain into a vicious snap of his hips that has you lurching forward, clawing at his chest.

His thrusts are all the same. Carefully calculated and deliciously hard. His tips brush against your gspot with every fluid movement of his hips, and all you can do is whine and beg.

At one point Jungkook slows down to a torturous pace. Pulling out of you the moment he's just shy of your gspot. You can't handle being teased, you won't. You decide to up the ante.

“Jungkook,” you moan out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he grinds into you “please make me cum daddy”

Jungkook freezes and his hips stutter.

You've never called him that before.

For a moment you regret letting it slip out of your mouth. That's until you see the crazed look that comes into Jungkook's brown eyes.

He wraps his hand around your throat and starts pistoning his hips into you.

“Daddy huh?” He grits out as your juices start leaking down your thighs and unto the skin of his stomach “ is that what you want baby? Wanna make me a dad? Hm? Maybe that way people will keep their fucking hands off you huh?”

“Jungkook please!” You scream, tears pooling in your eyes from how desperately you want the sweet release you've been denied.

“You gonna let me put a baby in you princess? Gonna let me stake my claim on you for everyone to see?” He demands as he stills to a stop inside you.

“Fuck, Jungkook yes! Please I'll do anything you want just please!” You cry

Jungkook finally drives his cock upwards, it's curved head hitting your gspot at the perfect angle. Your orgasm rips through your body so violently that you sink your fingernails so deep into Jungkook's bicep that you break skin.

You cum in spurts, coating him in a thick sheen of your arousal. Jungkook cums with you, no longer being able to resist the pleasure that your body was bringing him.

Jungkook's cum spills out of him in a long, steady stream. You feel the warmth as it seeps inside you, and you clench around him reflexively, determined to keep all of it inside.

“You wanna have my babies so fucking bad.” Jungkook mumbles into your hair, voice hoarse and laced with fatigue.

And do, you mean to say, , though it never actually comes out of your mouth.

Instead, you hug jungkook to your chest, legs wrapped securely around his waist as sleep consumes you.

Fin.

[awrkive]

Hi dee!! Im in a bit of a reading drought lately I feel like I read every good fic on here, my favourite manhwa is on a hiatus and I cannot fucking figure out ao3 all I see is about ot7 and hybrids but I’m a chill guy I’m not into alphas or harems (no judging whatsoever I my self might look into that in the near future heh😼) Do you have any recommendations on ao3/wattpad? It can be on here too I dont mind but I’ve probably read it lol. Maybe awrkive nation also has recommendations??

I mostly read for jk and tae yoongi as well but I’m open to whatever if the writing is good!!

Ps I already follow your rec account so yup

hiii!!! i feel you smmm i also feel like ive already read all the good fics here 😭 unfortunately i dont read on wattpad, and its been really really long since i visited ao3 for a fic and tbh i havent been reading a lot of fanfictions at all im so sorry </3 whats on my rec page are all my current reads </3

but off the top of my head i can list u these fics that ive read on ao3 like yearssss ago (these fics are old as hell im sorry if ur looking for more recent ones as i said i gen havent been reading a lot of ffs at all on any platform) 😭

arranged (hobi x freader) by obiwrites - idk if i have ever mentioned it here but miss obi is my favorite fanfic writer of all time easily top 3 best bts x reader writer OF ALL TIME AND SHES NOT TOP 2ND OR 3RD!!!!!!!!!!!!! hall of famer in everybody's hearts i dont make the rules and arranged is her best fic and best bts x reader fanfic of all time its true u ask every army and ther mamas that existed from 2018 to 2020 out there thats gonna be their answer. unfortunately she has privated almost all of her works now and u can only access some if u have an ao3 acc but arranged is still up there!

bound (yoongi x freader) by obiwrites - this is an unfinished fic but i cant not mention it 😭😭😭 the tddup series (this and arranged) is my roman empire and it completely changed my brain chemistry this is not a joke. series stopped updating in 2021 and i still check it time to time like girl move on

crimson park (jk x freader) by heartbeatan - soo so freaking good. the plot twist made me put my phone down. so so well written and saur sexy ): i think about this jungkook and this oc all the time they are so yummers you would wish you were their third ):

devil's garden (tae x freader) by heartbeatan - its another unfinished fic im so sorry but its kind of like in the same universe as the fic above but its so good i didnt mind even if it was not completed ):

toys series by heartbeatan - series ft. ot7 but not poly. each part is with a member x (diff) fem reader (is it getting obvious that im a big fan of heartbeatan)

the lowlander (jk x oc) by foxymoxy - it deals with a lot of heavy themes so make sure to proceed with utmost caution. but trust me when i say it is very well written. the whole worldbuilding ate so bad miss foxy is a genius. also the rest of her stuff is really good so make sure to check them out as well!

growing pains (jk x freader) by univsa - honestly u should check out all of her works!!!!! such a talented writer but this fic in particular nearly put me on sewercide watch it was so angsty

the devil skates on thin ice (yoongi x freader) by seokeros - miss ivory was on tumblr before but im not sure if she still has her works here and if uve come across them but her stuff is still on ao3 if ur interested in checking it out

a ticket to the sun (yoongi xfreader) by seokeros - highly highly recommended!!! i cried ):

until you make it (joon x freader) by versigny - so freaking cute i nearly died. the writer also has a huuuge bts masterlist so make sure to check them out!

the wedding arrangement (joon x freader) by sugalights - u need to have an ao3 acc to access their works first of all. but yeh this fic quite literally changed my life

im sorry for the lack of tae fics in this but i gen dont rmr any tae fics i read on ao3, only on tumblr 😭 if ur not familiar with @/prolixitae on tumblr, she wrote my most fave tae fic ever which is called "fate of the fast and furious" and make sure to check out the drabbles and extras about the couple as well!!!

these are just some of my favorites that i can still remember.. sorry if the list is saur short hope u enjoy reading them nonetheless!! (im sure u will... these writers are some of the best to ever do it <<<3)

also if some of u guys have more recs from ao3 feel free to drop them on the reply section!!!!!

[myechoecho]

I haven't been paying too much attention but apparently people do not like Yi Young. Not me. I love her. She my favourite of the newbies. Honestly, all four of them are they are all pretty flawed and annoy me in different ways.

Yes, Yi Young is abrasive and cold but when it comes down to it she is always there for her patients even when it gets her into trouble. She tried to awkwardly comfort the one cancer patient (by the way following Jae Il's advice) who called her out on it. Yi Young then comforts her in her own way, but letting her cry before her surgery. She knows what Sa Bi did with the note, which was genuinely awful and could have gotten her in a ton of trouble OR harmed the patient. Yi Young gave Sa Bi an out and a second chance. I'm not entirely sure it was the right call, because it legitimately could have been dangerous what Sa Bi did, but she seems to understand it.

I'd also point out that while Yi Young doesn't always know how to talk to her patients, neither does Sa Bi. It's different, but Sa Bi really has a hard time connecting with people without textbook speak.

It's also pretty clear that Yi Young has been struggling for a long time. We don't know why she left the first time, but it's been hinted that something bad happened at her previous hospital. Plus her family's bankruptcy which seemed to have happened at the same time. We've only just learned that her mom died when she was young, which shaped her as well. I would like to know why she left the first time.

I don't know. It's fairly clear to me that despite all her grumbling she does want to be there. She is bonding with her team. She kept the picture. She knows when she's done wrong, and accepts responsibility for her mistakes. She always helps.

And yes, I do ship her with Do Won but I am also okay if nothing happens there. They weirdly remind me of Ik Joon and Song Hwa where I shipped them hard but also accepted the friend vibe they had.

[thefiery-phoenix]

Can I request Yandere goo ? Thanks

Sure :)

YANDERE KIM JOON GOO(GOO KIM) HEADCANONS

As annoying and childish he can be at times, he is well aware of his surroundings, he has a hidden darker twisted side to his childish personality and that side would make people SHIVER in their shoes. Despite his playful demeanor, you have to hand it to him, he is one determined person when it comes to you. You were having trouble fending off a few creepy men who started leering after you and made inappropriate comments about you as you were backed against the brick wall behind you huddled in fear. Goo was in a slightly pleasant mood, he just finished extorting money from a local gang and beat those schmucks with ease, he was almost longing for a fight when he saw you, a pretty little thing being bothered by creepy older men. He's always wanted to play 'knight in shining armor' to defenseless little things like you after all

"It's rude to make such comments about people like that you know, old man? How about I knock some of your teeth out and cut your tongue off? Or how about I gouge your eyes out so you won't look at someone with that filthy gaze of yours again?" asked Goo with a sinister smirk on his face as the men could tell by his tone he really wasn't messing around. However one of them stupidly decided to try punching him when Goo intercepted the punch and grabbed the man's arm as he kicked his shin and kicked the man to the ground swiftly, rendering him unconscious. The other men fled away in terror as Goo called out "OH COME ON, THAT WASN'T EVEN A REAL FIGHT, EVEN A MONKEY SWINGING A STICK CAN FIGHT BETTER THAN YOU MORONS!" as he cackled to himself while you still looked at him in confusion and terror as his smirk widened

"Well...hello there pretty...don't worry. I don't bite...yet..'' said Goo as he winked at you while his eyes surveyed your features. "Um...thank you for saving me'' you mumbled and bowed down politely as he chuckled softly to himself, how adorable you were, bowing to him and everything. What a goody little two shoes you were, it hadn't even been 15 minutes since he'd met you and he was already starting to like you. "You know, I don't go around doing things like this for free...I expect some form of payment sweetheart'' spoke Goo as he watched you closely. "I only have a few Won if that's what you're after'' you mumbled and tried to pull out your wallet from your bag. He couldn't believe he was doing this either but for the first time, he just waved his hand dismissively when you offered him your money

"Keep your money sweetheart, I expect something different from you...it would be such a shame to lose a pretty thing like you...let's stay in touch then?" he asked you as he leaned closer and his mouth was curved into a cheshire like grin which made you slightly nervous. Alarm bells started ringing in your mind when he stepped closer to you and something about him was just off putting and your gut was screaming at you that something was VERY wrong with the situation you were currently in. "Okay I guess?" you said hesitantly as his grin widened and he looked pleased. "Well, wonderful then. I'll catch you later. Don't miss me too much'' he spoke in a sing song voice as he winked at you and walked off in the opposite direction as he started humming to himself

You thought that would be the last you'd see of him but never have you been more wrong of something in your entire life before. He started appearing out of nowhere into your life and just managed to worm his way into your life and schedule, always following you around like some lost puppy with his usual smug cocky grin on his face. You don't need to know the details of how he managed to get your address, or how he managed to know where you did your part time job or what time you fall asleep...what you don't know wouldn't hurt your pretty little head. When he wants something, he goes through whatever lengths needed to achieve it even if he has to get his hands dirty so be it. He has no qualms of eliminating people from his path and making them drop dead like flies if he thinks they're getting too close to you. Don't you know that you belong to him now from the very moment he set his eyes on you?

He's also quite the delusional one, he believes that you both are in a relationship already from the very moment he laid his eyes on you. You just need to know about it. So when he sees you hanging out with some other random moron when you're at your part time job, he hates it. He just hates seeing you around other people, there are times when he feels like wrapping you in silk and locking you in a room and just throwing away the damn key so you wouldn't be able to leave his sight. With such delusional, possessive and obsessive thoughts churning through his mind, it will just fuel his desire to show you who you REALLY belong to. When it comes to him dealing with so called rivals for your affection, it's just straight up death for them. There's no in between, he doesn't even bother using his sword. However he won't be smiling since he views it as something serious when someone's trying to steal you from him, he views it as a threat for your relationship, even if you still don't know he CONSIDERS you both are in a relationship

He finds it amusing and endearing how unaware you are of your surroundings, it just boosts his ego that he's playing your knight in shining armor and feeds into his overly large god complex and gives him an impression that he's protecting you from all the evils of the world as your protector. He's amused about how you haven't managed to find out about the hidden tracker he placed in your phone, how he always watches you wherever you go even in the shadows, the little cute gifts he leaves for you at your doorstep, most of them being letters with the words 'I love you' written over and over again which would make you get creeped out. Then he'll have the audacity to PRETEND to be concerned when you tell him you have a stalker secretly pleased you're rushing into his arms for comfort. There's nothing you need to worry about, he's always there for you to keep you safe after all

It won't even be a full month before he decides to just kidnap you and take you fo himself, it'll be better for him to spend more time with you that way. When you wake up crying and screaming, he's confused. Why are you so upset, he's doing you a favor you know, he's keeping you safe. He just coos at you and holds you in his arms as he tells you about your current living situation with him, gently wiping away your tears and kissing your cheeks holding you in his arms and hugging you in such a way you won't be able to escape from his grasp

He's extremely clingy, privacy be damned. He's always holding you one way or another and he likes having you in bone crushing hugs and smothering you with his love and affection, don't try resisting him, just don't. He'll just see you being a grumpy little brat and smother you even more, your protests of indignation and pleas of wanting to be left alone would fall on deaf ears. Don't try anything silly like thinking of starving yourself, he'll make you sit on his lap and force feed you if he has to as he shoves spoon after spoon of food down your throat while he keeps talking on and on about the recipe of the dish he's feeding you followed by a story of how he had a fun day beating people up and traumatizing them. Your average and typical Tuesday 💀

Escape? From him? Don't make him laugh, honey. He'll find you easily without even breaking a sweat. It'll be like a silly little cat and mouse game, in his opinion, you're just bored and you're playing around and messing with him and he's more than happy to indulge into your little game and scheme. But he won't chase after you immediately, no, no. You'd try your best to get away from this blonde manchild of a madman and he'd just be sitting on the couch staring at his phone with a knowing smirk on his face, able to trace your every move. He'll lull you into a false sense of security wanting you to think that you've escaped from him, till he finally finds you and he just loves how your face falls in disbelief and utter shock when he comes strolling towards you like nobody's business, taking great pleasure that he burst your little bubble. "Had your fun darling? Time to go home now'' cooed Goo as he held your hand though the grip was a bit harder than usual

If you've received someone else's help to escape from him that's when things will get messy and complicated. He doesn't have a problem with you attempting to do it on your own because he knows you'll fail in the end and he'll find you eventually so he isn't too worried about that. What he doesn't like is you taking someone else's help and then trying to escape from him, it's like you're trying to leave him for them and his jealousy will just spiral out of control completely. You'll know something is seriously wrong when he doesn't have his usual smirk on his face and his face is grim and stoic as he glares at the poor soul who decided to help you escape from him, as he pulls out his sword and with one clean strike, the person is now on the ground dead with their blood flowing around their lifeless corpse. When he sees a potential rival, he always goes for the kill because no way would he spare some pathetic idiot who tried to take you for themselves

There's no escape for you from him at all. Not even Gun would be able to help you, as much as Gun says Goo is annoying he would actually ensure you're with Goo and won't leave him. If he's the one to find you after you tried to run away from Goo, he'll be quick in dragging you back to Goo and carry you like a sack of flour, telling you how silly and childish you were for running off like a little brat. Goo wouldn't hurt you or be mad at you but he'll impose some HEAVY restrictions around the place you both are living at barring all sorts of escape routes for you and cutting off internet access for a while till you can be trusted again that you won't pull a stunt like this again. You can hate him and scream at him as much as you want, your insults and pleas would just go into one ear and right out of the other

He likes physical intimacy and physical affection a lot. He just likes to hold you and be around you. However he gets agitated and will sulk and annoy you if you decide to ignore him. This one time when you were reading a book, he spoiled the ending for you and you just glared at him and didn't even bother to look at him for the rest of the day to which he got really sulky and started whining and complaining and annoyed you till you finally relented after he caged you in his arms and tried to guilt trip you with the expression of a kicked puppy. He'd like to do cheesy domestic things with you like applying flour to your cheeks and nose and running off while you chase after him. He's too far gone in his delusions of building a future with you. You both are already a couple in his mind, the next step is straight up marriage. Besides, you'd look so pretty with HIS ring on your finger, proving to the world that you're his and his alone...

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Blood Sugar Virus (28)

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Genre: Horror, zombies, strangers to lovers, angst, suspense, slow burn Pairing: Kang Yeosang x female!reader Warnings: ATTENTION -- THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS BRIEF DESCRIPTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT. IF YOU ARE UNWILLING TO READ, PLEASE PRIVATE MESSAGE ME AND I WILL SUMMARIZE THE REST OF THE CHAPTER FOR YOU.

Story Summary: You (stage name Sugar) are the co-captain of a horror acting group. You and your guys are the ones the companies hire when they want to stage a zombie, ghost, or any vaguely horrific and dystopian episode. So when you get hired by Ateez to develop a zombie program, it's just another routine that you've done a million times. Everything's going exactly according to script--until suddenly it isn't, and it starts getting a little too real.

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“We found more vending machines.”

Wooyoung’s are the first words you’re greeted with when Yunho leads your team into the office again. Their axe from the first floor is leaning against the big desk, ready and waiting for use, fortunately lacking any blood spatters or other signs of emergency violence.

Before you can try to decide if you’re excited about the new pile of snacks or if you’re still queasy, Rosé tackles you in a hug that just about knocks you to the floor. Your arms go around her instantly, and she completely misses your cry of pain as she squeezes your back.

“Careful, she’s hurt.” Yeosang says from behind you, and Rosé immediately loosens her grip.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry.” She pulls back, scanning you from head to toe.

You must look pretty terrible, because her expression isn’t reserved at all. “It’s okay.” You reassure her. “It's nothing new, just the same stuff I had last time I saw you.”

She breathes a sigh of relief and hugs you again, this time gently, as the rest of your team moves around you to join the others.

“Joon isn’t back yet.” She says. “You guys were gone for so long, we thought something happened.”

“Dude, shit happened.” Mingi says, crouching over the snack pile to grab a handful. “We almost died.”

As he launches into a dramatic and somewhat embellished explanation, you walk your clinging friend towards the seat she’d abandoned. “Sit down, Rosie, let me breathe.” You rub her back comfortingly and push her off with a smile. She grabs your hand to keep you close, but she’s listening to Mingi.

“Yeah, Wooyoung had to take a piss too. We’re lucky he made it to the bathroom.” Hongjoong is saying.

“Jeez, hyung, you could make me sound like less of a five year old in front of the ladies.”

“Shut up, you were crossing your legs.”

“I had to pee!”

When Mingi gets to the part about Jungkook, Rosé’s wide eyes return to you.

You squeeze her hand, your own heart breaking at the sight of her eyes welling with tears.

He describes the way Yunho almost swung on him, and she clamps her free hand over her mouth, muffling a sudden burst of sobs.

Watching her cry is tearing your heart out, even though you’re still reeling with the fate of Jungkook on your own. She’s in the desk chair, so there’s nothing for you to do but kneel in front of her and pull her back to your chest, letting her cry into your sweater.

Mingi’s excited retelling of the events peters out as he notices Rosé falling apart in your arms. “Oh, shit.” He mumbles.

When he picks his way over the sprawled legs of his brothers seated on the floor, you’re reminded that it was him and Rosé locked in this office for over an hour, probably spending the time talking and sharing the wretched experience together.

“Rosé, I’m sorry.” He crouches down next to you, his hand landing on her back. “It didn’t happen. Sugar stopped Yunho. I shouldn’t have told the story like that, I’m sorry.”

She just cries harder against you. “But he’s gone.” She sounds so broken. “They’re all gone, they’re really gone.”

You’re weeping with her, only barely managing to keep yourself quiet so she can have this moment. “I’m sorry, Rosie. I’m so sorry.”

She and Jungkook had been especially close, both of them always together, always working to improve your choreography, always coming up with better physical scenes to put the punch in your programs. You can’t count the times they stayed after all the studios closed down for the night, slaving away to get everything just right.

They were your hardest to care for, never remembering to eat, always burning themselves out, frequently making hospital trips when dehydration or sleep deprivation got the best of them.

And they were always in it together, too. When one of them went down, the other was close behind. Your hospital had even gone so far as to book the first one admitted in double rooms to anticipate the arrival of the other.

And your stubborn trouble children never disappointed.

You even remember celebrating one of Yoongi’s birthdays in a hospital room because both Jungkook and Rosé occupied the beds with fluid drips.

Mingi looks at you, expression distraught as Rosé continues to crumble.

You can’t help the tiniest smile at the angst on his face. “Rosie, girlie, Mingi looks like a kicked puppy.” You whisper to her, and just as you predicted, she leans out of your embrace and instantly throws her arms around his neck.

He’s stunned, staggering back on his heels as she all but falls into his lap, but you’re not. Rosé is a sucker for commiserating, and she can’t be next to another crying person without hurling herself into their arms so they can cry together.

Despite his shock at the turn of events, Mingi recovers admirably and holds her back just as tightly, and you know in some twisted, almost comical way, that they’ve found each other—because he immediately starts tearing up too.

It’s an odd feeling, trusting one of your charges with someone else in her most vulnerable moments, but instead of wanting to yank her back and comfort her yourself, you find yourself pleased.

She’s safe.

Mingi is kind.

You can let her go.

You wipe your face and use the big desk to pull yourself weakly to your feet, finally casting a glance around the room. Hongjoong, San, and Yunho are gazing at the two with obvious sadness, none of them unaffected by her broken sobs.

Wooyoung looks torn between anguish and wanting to tease his hyung for scoring an apocalypse girlfriend (a comment you’re proud to say he keeps to himself), and Yeosang is frowning at you, watching you step away from the little huddle on shaky legs.

Jimin is still on the couch, slumped against the arm rest, and if you didn’t force yourself to see the rise and fall of his chest, you would think he had died. But then he gives a tiny snore and your entire body decompresses with relief.

You won’t wake him, not when he’s probably still in shock.

And on top of your exhilaration at his continued existence, your delighted attention is snagged by the sight of your duffel bag shoved under the desk. You make a desperate dive for it, tearing it open and fishing out a folded pair of socks. They’re chilled by the coolness of the floor they were sitting on, but to your feet they feel as warm and soft as freshly dried laundry.

You could cry all over again.

A pair of your underwear is also safely folded in one of the inside pockets where you always keep it, so you grab it discreetly in your fist and shove it in your pocket. The time for shucking off your pants and stepping into underwear is certainly not now, in full view of six of your clients.

The rest of your change of clothes that you had been planning on putting on back after Jin bit you are still inside, but you leave them there. You zip the duffel back up and return it to its spot, standing and wiggling your toes inside your socks.

For the tiniest little second, life is good.

Yunho picks up the story where Mingi left off, but with more reverence and caution this time.

As you approach, Yeosang holds out a bag of nuts and a bottle of water. “Want to try again?”

Mouth turning down at the reminder of your grand upheaval, you snatch the items from him and shoot him an unappreciative look that lacks venom. “Can we forget about that please?”

He lifts his hands in a calming gesture, but he’s smirking. “Hey, it’s not my fault you can’t hold your granola.”

You deliver a backhanded smack to his gut, trying really hard not to notice the impressively solid impact. “Shut up.”

“I’m just saying, puking on my shoes was a strong choice.”

Your horrified gaze drops to his feet, ready to spontaneously combust, but his shoes are relatively spotless. You smack him again as he practically cackles, stumbling back as though you socked him with all your might.

“You fucker.” You grumble. “I can always go find a zombie to feed myself to.”

“I know,” he all but croons at you, like speaking to a small child. “But eat your snack first, you’ll taste better.”

When you gape at him, he just keeps laughing, one hand covering his mouth in a way that you simultaneously find cute and wish he wouldn’t do. “Oh he’s cocky, is he?” You go to smack him again and he just catches your hand.

“Would you stop abusing your clients and sit down?”

“I will abuse whomever I damn well please.”

“Oh, she’s grammatically correct, is she?”

“Incorrigibly so.” Hongjoong piped up. “She corrected me the first time she met me. In an actual client meeting.”

You’re still completely thrown off by this painfully normal banter you’ve suddenly been dragged into, but you let Yeosang bring you into the circle of floor campers and lower yourself to sit between him and San. “You deserved it.”

“I absolutely did not. I was being perfectly polite and serious even though we were talking about zombie role play—”

“Zombie role play?” Wooyoung.

“It’s actors role playing as zombies.” You throw a nut at him.

“You’re supposed to be eating those, not pelting them.” Yeosang.

You pelt him with a nut. Wooyoung cackles as it hits Yeosang right in the cheek.

“Yes, as I said, zombie role play, over coffee that she billed our company for, and she corrects my grammar.” Hongjoong complains, but he’s grinning at you.

“What did you say?” Yunho wonders, crunching away at a bag of Cheetos.

Hongjoong pauses, smile fading. “I don’t remember.” An obvious lie.

“‘Doggy dog world’.” You supply helpfully. “In which my professional acting company puts on a program of a zombie outbreak, where they actually attack each other in a doggy dog world.”

As Wooyoung and San fall over each other in a clownish burst of giggles, Hongjoong’s face goes bright red. “I was asking if the zombies were only going to be attacking us or if they would fight each other.” He pouts.

“Hey, no, we get it.” Yunho says peaceably, squashing a grin. “It’s a doggy dog world out here.”

“Three cheers for our fearless leader.” Yeosang clinks his unopened water bottle against yours.

“You totally deserved the grammar police, hyung. Sugar’s got you this time.” San announces, high fiving you.

“Has she texted you?” Rosé’s voice suddenly sniffles, and you look over to find her lounging comfortably, legs across Mingi’s lap, just barely pulling herself together to join the fun.

“Rosie,” You warn as everyone turns curious gazes on you.

“She can’t spell. She turned off autocorrect because it kept correcting her. Imagine getting texts from a preschooler.”

Yeosang gasps next to you. “You can’t spell?”

“I can spell.” You retort. “You wanna get smacked again?”

“I think I’ll survive.”

“She thought the new Marvel movie was only meaty ogre.” Rosé chirps, sounding remarkably more recovered for the sake of humiliating you than she had a minute ago.

As your traumatized little group roars with laughter around you, you throw a handful of nuts at Rosé, only for Mingi to put up his hands in a heroic, yet adorable attempt to shield her face.

“After a program we did where she and Jimin played married vampires, she promised us that they hadn’t consumerated their marriage.”

The uproarious laughter kicks off all over again.

You’re being eviscerated, And there’s only one thing you can do to save yourself. “Oh! Ow! My zombie bites! Owww, ugh, fuck—”

“Aw, poor Noona, I’ll come kiss your conveniently painful zombie bites better.” Wooyoung coos, immediately jumping to his feet.

Topic successfully changed. “Ew, you’re going to kiss zombie bites?” You try to push yourself back as Wooyoung attempts to crawl over both San and Yeosang’s laps to get to you.

“That’s not what he’s offering to kiss, and no, he isn’t.” Hongjoong argues, exasperated, gesturing at San to stop the man.

As Wooyoung sprawls across both laps, fingers grasping for you playfully, Yeosang bands one arm around his waist and holds him down. “Can you please let us be locked in a room with mixed company without having to find out that you’re some kind of sexual predator?”

Wooyoung gasps, scandalized. “I’m kidding! Sugar, you don’t feel sexually harassed, do you?”

“Not yet.” You empty the last of the nuts into your mouth and smile at him.

“Dude, she’s gonna put you on the blacklist.” Hongjoong quips, making Wooyoung give you the most pitiful frown you’ve ever seen.

“You told them about the blacklist?” Jimin’s awake now, peering at you with a grin that’s both obviously relieved you’re back and safe, and thrilled by the laughter that’s been filling the room for the last few minutes.

Wooyoung tries to sit up, but Yeosang’s arm doesn’t let him move an inch. “Dude, that fucking blacklist.”

But Yunho looks confused, wide eyes darting between you and Jimin. “What? No, I didn’t get to hear about it.”

“Yeah.” Yeosang turns to you. “What blacklist?”

“Our fucking 10 pound box of criminal clients.” Jimin mutters. “God, some of the assholes we’ve had.”

“No shit.” Hongjoong agrees. “You guys don’t even want to know.”

“I wanna know.” San argues staunchly, followed by resounding agreement from the other three who hadn’t been present for your tell-all in the showers.

“You seriously don’t.” Wooyoung says uncharacteristically. “If nobody wants to have murderous thoughts, we should just go back to the married vampires thing.”

“Murderous thoughts are already on the menu after being locked in a building with honest-to-fuck zombies. I wanna know.” Yunho says, and the others are once again in agreement.

Jimin’s the first to give the people what they want. “I was in the middle of the best death scene I’ve ever done when these two girls crawled into my lap and started grinding on me. They went from PG to X rated in like five seconds flat. One of them legit started stripping before I made it out of there.”

Mingi’s mouth drops open. “What? Just out of nowhere?”

“They acted like sweet little school girls until it was just us in that room.” Jimin responds, eyes just as wide as the rest of them.

“When you say stripping—” Yunho starts.

“Boobs all the way out.” You supply. “I was in the next room, and by the time he got me and I went in there to wring their necks, they were both trying to put their bras back on.”

“Jesus.” Yunho mutters.

“I thought I was going to get sued.” Jimin says. “They tried to convince Namjoon that I came on to them.”

The Ateez part of your group is floored, staring at your acting group with utter disbelief.

“We’ve all been groped, handled, or otherwise assaulted at some point.” Rosé says bitterly, and you don’t miss the way Mingi’s arm tightens around her shoulders.

“You should have a police officer just hanging around outside all of your programs.” Hongjoong decides. “I don’t know how you keep doing programs with all of those assholes out there.”

“Like I said, the ratio of actual criminals to normal clients is low.” You remind him. “Relatively speaking, it doesn’t happen that much.”

Yeosang gives you a concerned side eye as he grabs another bag of nuts from the snack pile and hands it to you. “Not that much is still to much.”

You stare at the nuts in your hand. “Why do you keep handing me nuts? Do I look like a squirrel to you?”

His mouth gapes like a fish, stammering at your amused accusation. “It’s protein!”

“He’s a gym junkie, protein is his love language.” Wooyoung quips from his trapped position on his lap. “And that’s not even the worst client she told us about.”

Mingi looks like he’s not sure he wants to ask. “It’s not?”

“There was that one guy,” Rosé says softly, looking at you for reassurance.

You nod, letting her tell it. Given the present circumstances, it’s not the worst thing you’ve ever been through. Being able to lay it out to people who care for you and are enraged on your behalf feels like a comfort before it’s all over.

“You don’t have to tell them, Rosé.” Hongjoong tells her kindly. “It’s nobody’s business but yours.” He knows which story is coming.

She smiles back at him, but gives a little shrug. “It was a long time ago. We’ve all dealt with it.”

You had. Months and months of both individual and group therapy had gotten all four of your girls and yourself to relatively good places with it.

“We had a client who wanted our smallest possible team. Just the twelve of us, no extras.” Rosé’s eyes are suddenly on her hands as she speaks. “He requested to only have one accompanying character, even though the program we wrote for him gave him three for the first half.”

“Accompanying character?” Yunho questions.

“A non-horror character. Like how you started the program with Sugar as a survivor instead of a zombie.” She explains. “We thought it was odd, but he seemed chill, so we gave him Jimin.”

“The fucker got me killed off in the first five minutes. I thought he was just really crappy under pressure, so I let it happen and off he went.” Jimin adds bitterly. His eyes flash between you and Rosé, a mixture of guilt and anger on his pale face.

You tear open the bag of nuts and dig in. It’s better than doing nothing while your friends unearth some of your worst memories. And besides that, you’re starving.

But next time you’re requesting the Ruffles.

“He got through a few scenes with the guys before it all went screwy.” Rosé continues.

The guys are enraptured, nervous as she goes on. Wooyoung reaches out and puts a hand on your knee, leaving it there. Yeosang doesn’t stop it, but he’s watching you curiously.

You keep eating.

“I had a scene with Namjoon that he finally reached us for. We got through the scene, and then the client lured Namjoon out of the room but left me inside, and somehow he got the door shut. Namjoon thought he’d fumbled the door trying to escape, so he just went on acting, since his next scene was in another part of the building.”

Mingi’s arms drop from her shoulders to wrap around her waist when her voice breaks. “You don’t have to tell us.” He says.

“You don’t.” Yunho agrees, but Yeosang stays silent.

Rosé glances at you again, and you nod again. It’s up to her. She’s telling her story.

“He cornered me against the wall and forced me to kiss him.” She laughs awkwardly, but no one else joins in. Jimin’s eyes are pinched shut. He knows this story already, but he never takes it well. “He got some of my clothes off. There was some touching. There was some fingering that got him charged with rape. I couldn’t stop him. I tried.”

Mingi’s not looking at her anymore, his forehead pressed to her shoulder. “Goddammit.” He mutters.

Yunho’s eyes are on the ceiling, fists clenched.

You don’t look at Yeosang.

Wooyoung gives your knee the tiniest squeeze.

“I say tar and feather the asshole.” Hongjoong announces.

“Hear hear,” Wooyoung concurs darkly. “We’d take the pirate concept to a whole new level with this fucker.”

“I was too upset when he finally left me to get myself together and find the guys to stop the program. But I should have. Damn it, I should have.” Rosé’s eyes find yours, and you smile softly at her and take over the story.

“You did what all of us did.” You tell her gently.

Yeosang tenses beside you.

“We didn’t know what he’d done, so the program went on. He played along when it mattered, but by the time we finally stopped it, we found out that he’d done it to all of my girls.” Your throat tightens, and you swallow. “To all of us.”

“Fucking hell.” Yunho swears.

Yeosang’s free hand scoops up yours, gripping it tightly.

“We don’t take individual clients anymore.” Jimin says. “We stopped acting for a good bit after that. He was our worst.”

“How did you not kill him?” Mingi wonders venomously. “How could you just let him—”

“We didn’t let him do anything. The police were on the scene before our allotted time was up. He had plenty of bruises by the time they got there, not that any of us advocate attacking our clients. He’s in prison, and our background checks are more thorough now.” You interrupt carefully.

“You were alone with us from the very beginning.” Yeosang says suddenly, his first input to the conversation. “How could you do that, after an experience like that? I mean, it was just us and you for so long.”

“We vetted you.” You tell him. “We were sure of you. We’re very careful with these decisions now.”

“But what if you were wrong? What if we were bad people? There are bad people in pop groups.”

“Let’s go back to the married vampire program.” Wooyoung says, lifting himself off of the laps he’d been lounging on. Yeosang lets him go. “That sounds like more fun than this conversation, and we’re less likely to turn into murderous vigilantes over it.”

You’re happy to let the conversation change, especially with the way Yeosang is now looking at you like he’s about to tape you up in bubble wrap and throw you into a hamster ball. “Jimin and I are the Morticia and Gomez of married vampires.”

Yeosang just frowns at you.

“That sounds sick, let’s talk about that.” Hongjoong jumps on board immediately. “Why did you choose to be married for that program? Do you guys do that a lot?”

“Because we like to incorporate storytelling into many of our programs. Many of us have a lot of creative energy towards our writing, so sometimes they get seriously involved.” You explain. “We’ve done married couples and siblings and parent-child dynamics and all sorts of things.”

“Despite having the spelling skills of a toddler, Sugar’s a really good story writer. She was meant for books. With Namjoon as a proof reader, of course.” Rosé quips.

You throw the last of your nuts at her. “That’s enough of that, thank you.”

“Would you please stop throwing the food that I provide for you?” Yeosang grabs the bag of chips you’ve been eyeing and tosses it in your lap. “You’re the most ungrateful squirrel I’ve ever fed.”

You give him your best squirrel noises and rip into the Ruffles. “I’m an anti-peanut squirrel. We’re a rare breed.”

“Anyways,” Jimin cuts off the very weird conversation you’ve started with Yeosang, flashing you a smug look that very clearly informs you that you’ve been flirting. “Sugar’s a great story writer and she came up with this dope vampire program,”

“Did you guys kiss?” Wooyoung pipes up, eyebrows bobbing. “We already know you didn’t consumerate the marriage.” He sticks his tongue out at you pedantically.

Yeosang closes his hand over the top of your snack bag before you can lob a handful of precious potato chips at Wooyoung, also pedantically.

You swallow your mouthful instead. “The story had two kissing scenes.” You’re actually proud of this particular program, and it’s one of the few that your company saved in your archive to reuse with little to no alterations.

Wooyoung hoots like a frat boy, making kissy faces at you and Jimin. “Ooo, steamy! Do you guys do kissing scenes a lot in your programs?”

Hongjoong throws out a foot and kicks him. “Can you not be sixteen years old for five minutes? These people are professionals.” He turns to you. “I’m so sorry. He was dropped down a flight of stairs as a baby.”

“So was Jimin.” You return without hesitation.

Jimin clutches his chest dramatically. “Betrayed by my own wife. I’m going to write a scorned husband program next.” His theatrics are met by more laughter, your sad little group of survivors bolstered both by the moments of camaraderie you’re sharing and the obvious signs of slowly regaining strength in Jimin.

But you just roll your eyes at his dramatics, unable (and at this point ravenously unwilling) to throw your precious food at him and therefore settling with a loud scoff. “If you wrote a program it would be more kissing than vampires and then you would somehow find a way to write yourself four individual death scenes.”

“I’m just so good at dying, Sugar Baby, I mean look at me. I am nothing if not method.” He winks at you and puckers his lips.

“Hongjoong, smack him for me.”

“I will not, he actually looks like he’s dying.” The Ateez leader refuses, instead getting up to fluff Jimin’s pillow under him. “Besides, if I smack him, he might turn into a zombie just to bite me and I’m not taking that chance.”

“Your gallows humor is uncomfortably dark.” Jimin fires back, but he’s not the least bit offended. He even flashes his teeth in pretense of going for a bite and Hongjoong actually jumps back.

“You people are not as funny as you think you are.” He complains.

“We are trained in comedy and supplementally traumatized, we’re fucking hilarious.” You contradict, and actually earn your first laugh from Yeosang since he discovered your tragic backstory.

“Okay, okay, while I am hereby claiming an honorary co-writer position in creating the scorned husband horror program, I want to know about Mortician and Gomez Dracula.” Wooyoung whines.

You can’t believe this is the way you’re spending the peaceful rendezvous in the office that you wanted so badly. Teasing about snacks, commiserating about criminal clients, picking fights about grammar and discussing fake vampires.

You can’t believe you walked away from one of the most disturbing experiences of the night, brain filled with images of your youngest brother, your dear friend, cut into pieces by Yunho’s axe, and instead of sitting in morose silence as you expected, the room is booming with laughter.

You’re sitting on the floor in a circle around a giant pile of snacks and sodas, your feet freshly socked, Yeosang still holding your hand, Jimin smiling and chatting along with the rest of you—albeit with a little more wheezing.

If these are your last moments on earth, at least you’re all laughing.

Jimin is vaguely explaining the storyline of the vampire program, taking more liberties and skipping more details than you would have preferred regarding your darling brainchild, but when he gets to the first kissing scene, where the husband has a monologue about how he rescued his beloved wife at her moment of death by turning her into a vampire, Yunho cuts him off.

“Wait, so you guys kiss each other all the time?” He turns to look at you, and then at Rosé, who is still sleepily snuggled on Mingi’s nap with no apparent intention of leaving.

This still doesn’t surprise you. Most of her off time and rest days are occupied by lovingly violating the personal space of the rest of your teammates, always reaching for physical touch.

Mingi doesn’t look displeased to be her latest victim in the slightest.

You wonder if she had introduced him to this personal habit of hers during the lockdown.

Jimin turns his head on his pillow to look at you thoughtfully. “Have all of us kissed?” He casts his mind back over your past acting gigs, sorting through the various arranged pairings in your stories.

“No, we haven’t had that many programs with kissing scenes.” You crumble your empty bag and toss it to the pile of empty wrappers.

Next to you, Yeosang lets go of your hand and cracks open your water bottle, passing it to you quietly. He watches you sip from it, only half listening as Jimin continues telling the story.

“Thank you,” you wipe your hand across your lips and offer him the bottle. You haven’t seen him drink anything all night, his own bottle remaining unopened.

His eyebrows lift, glancing from the water to you questioningly.

You push it closer. “If you want some. You haven’t cried as much as I have today, but I’m sure you’re still dehydrated.”

He takes the bottle from you and drinks, draining the rest of it before Wooyoung can try to snatch it from him.

Jimin has the guys chortling at the various humorous points of your program, but your thoughts are gradually returning to reality. This respite won’t last forever. These long, beautiful moments of joy have to end, whether you want to think about it or not.

“You’re staring.” Yeosang whispers to you.

You’d zoned out, thinking, staring right at him. You blink, scrambling for a response. “Your birthmark looks like a heart.”

His ears turn red, cheeks flushing. “Yeah, uh…” he clears his throat and looks away, crumpling the bottle into a handful of plastic and throwing it at Wooyoung when he issues a particularly witchy cackle. “People say that.”

You hadn’t meant to make such a remark about the little pink shape on his face, but now that you actually are looking at it, you realize that at certain angles it really does look like a heart.

It’s pretty.

You’re pathetic.

“You found socks.” He nudges your foot with his. “I’ve been meaning to tell you that your footwear was inappropriate for zombie hunting.”

You kick him back. “Well I’m totally equipped for zombie hunting now, let’s go find some.”

“Sure thing.” He pointedly turns his attention back to Jimin’s story.

“Now I’m fully armored against zombie bites, so next time I tackle one, nobody has to worry.” You’re also letting your focus slip back into the conversation, but not before you hear him say “that’s wonderful” in a tone that unmistakably says ‘yes dear.’

Before you can kick at his foot again, the office door swings open and Namjoon and his team flood into the room.

“What the hell is going on in here?” Jongho demands, dropping their third floor axe loudly on the desk. “We could hear you guys giggling from the second floor.”

Seonghwa hurries to the center of the room, straight to the snack pile that you’re all encircling, and immediately grabs a handful of chocolate bars. “I’m starving. I’m so glad you guys found more food.”

You stand, going to join Namjoon where he’s checking out the state of the three axes now gathered at the front of the room. “Were you guys okay? Did you have any trouble?”

He shakes his head, expression pensive. “No, we had a clear path up and down. It looks like the military presence outside is pretty damn heavy. And we checked the fire escapes.” He sighs angrily. “The stairs are gone. Cut off the side of the fucking building.”

Just as the new documents from the control room suggested. “Yeah. We found some stuff upstairs that you should have a look at. They pertain to the fire escapes.”

He rubs his eyes. “Okay. Let me and the guys have a few minutes to sit down before we start working the barricade. We can look at it in about five minutes, after I drink something and get my blood sugar back up. I’m thinking the Southeast corner for the barricade, you?”

“We thought the same, but I’m not convinced we’ll be any more successful there than anywhere else.” You murmur under your breath.

“I know. But I might have come up with a last resort. This building’s basement still has the service entrances open. They lead out the west side, dumping directly into the woods. I think if we have to make a run for it, we might be able to do it down there. But the stairs are steep and narrow and Jimin will have a hard time with it. I still want to try the barricade first.”

You nod. “Sounds good. Get some food and water. Jimin’s telling them about our big vampire program from two years ago.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes. “You just had to give him two kissing scenes and a dramatic death. We will never hear the end of this.” But he’s smiling, stomach audibly growling, and his arm circles your back as he joins the cackling group in the middle of the room.

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[marblemoonstones]

🩵 catharsis ~ chapter nine

main masterlist

series masterlist 

pairing: bts ot7 x reader

genre: collegestudentreader!au 

warnings: ❗️any characters in the story have nothing to do with their real life counterparts❗️f reader, reader with glasses, curse words, too many italicized words *lmk if i missed any*

word count: ~4.4k

a/n: i really love this chapter sm so i hope you do too :) also sorry for the time skip, i am planning out the rest of the series and need to reach a certain point!  ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………

A couple weeks pass since that night, and I find myself happier than normal. I gave up on moving to the dorms because the boys immediately shot that idea down when I brought it up to them. 

Sure, the rumors are still happening, but I am doing my best to ignore them and they’ve died down a bit for now. Although, whenever the boys see Haneul they are icier than normal.

It’s the delicious time of the year where autumn is in full swing. Hot chocolate is coming into season and so is cider. I bust out the sweaters and jeans as well as my thick fluffy socks. 

The second week in October is also arts week at uni. The university brings in alumni and also has all students who are involved in art in some way participate. While all the boys (minus Jungkook) don’t attend uni anymore, they’re all alumni and annually participate (minus Namjoon). He tells me that he still enjoys arts week thoroughly though.

I also take part during this beautifully hectic week. I’m in choir and also am doing a dance showcase. Jimin reveals his contemporary dance idea for us two (I omit that I already knew about it) so we’re practicing hard for that. 

The boys made me a schedule. Well, “the boys” really means that Yoongi added all our events to one big shared calendar that is really all of our schedules. I color coded my events so I can keep them all straight.

Monday: art gallery with joon 

Tuesday: visit tae gallery 

Wednesday: watch jk film starring jin @6pm

Thursday: visit yoongi showcase/gallery

Friday: concert @7, arrive @6pm!!

Saturday: final rehearsal @10am. dance showcase @6pm, arrive @4!!

It’s currently Sunday evening and the boys and I are watching a movie (Mulan) before the chaos of the week starts. This past week has been hell as well, but we made a promise to each other to be available Sunday evening for a rest. 

I look around and see that Hobi and Taehyung have already conked out. Jimin is carding his fingers through Tae’s hair and sends me a soft smile when I glance at him. 

The mood is so cozy and I find myself dozing on Jin’s shoulder. Once in a while he’ll ghost a soft kiss on the top of my head. I’m too tired to wonder why. The last thing I remember is an avalanche before I’m out.

~

I am a queencard, you wanna be the queencard? Imma a queencard, imma queencard…

The voices of G-idle wake me up and I groan, regretting my alarm choices. I thought I was so smart to use a powerful pop song to wake up to, hoping that it would motivate me for the killer week ahead. Instead, I want to chuck my phone into outer space.

“Alright alright. I get it. I’m a queencard,” I mumble under my breath. Stretching, I turn off the alarm and relish in the silence. 

…

“Y/n! Y/N! Y/N!” 

My door bursts open. Well. That lasted about two seconds. It’s Taehyung and Jungkook. What a surprise.

“What?” I ask, annoyed that they’re barging in at the early time of 8:23am (which, hypothetically isn’t that early but I need an excuse to complain about). 

“You ready for this week? It’s gonna be killer Y/n!” Jungkook cheers, bouncing on my bed like a child would on Christmas morning.

I shove him off as Tae cackles.

“Fuck off. It’s too early for this. Why are you in here?” I ask, trying to herd them out, but failing because they have the core strength of gods. 

“Because breakfast is gonna be ready soon! And Jin-hyung wanted to give you time to get ready and stuff beforehand!” Tae almost shouts. 

I cringe, my eardrums practically exploding. 

“Okay, thanks. Now get out.” I point to the door and can sense their hesitation so I use their moment of weakness to shove them again.

“Get. Out!” 

They leave and I sigh as I lean against the door. How much caffeine have they had? I wonder as I go to shower.

~

I wrap my towel around me and shove on my glasses. The steam in the bathroom just fogs them up so I open the door. 

“AAH!” I scream, shutting it instantly. 

Yoongi’s standing in the middle of my room, looking bored amongst the pink and green hues.

“What do you want?!” I shout, placing one hand on my beating heart in the bathroom.

“Sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean to startle you,” he starts, “It’s just that I was sent to give you this dress from Namjoon.” 

What? A dress? Couldn’t he have given me that without giving me a heart attack?

“Okay,” I grind out, already annoyed at the energetic wake up call from the maknaes, “Why can’t he give it to me himself?” 

“Because he was too afraid that he’d rip or stain it or something,” is the response.

That makes sense, but I’m still kind of pissed off at Yoongi just coming in my room.

“Great. Thanks for the dress, Yoongi, now can you get out? I need to get dressed in this apparently special outfit and you’re kinda barring me from that.” I say, sarcasm dripping from my tone. 

“Yeah, sorry about that. And sorry about the maknaes coming in to wake you up too. I’ll go,” says the ever respectful Yoongi. 

“Thank you,” I say gratefully through the bathroom door.

I hear my bedroom door shut and crack the bathroom door open. Peering out, there’s no one in my room and I open the door all the way. There’s a package on the bed which I can only assume is the dress Yoongi was talking about.

I put on my undergarments and carefully open the dress. I pull it out and it’s one of the most gorgeous things I’ve ever seen. 

The smooth fabric is a stunning shade of brown and has shimmers of gold sewn into it. The long sleeves add elegance and the tiered skirt makes it seem as if it’s a ball gown and not a normal day dress. I try it on and it magically fits perfectly. It reaches my ankles, but with shoes on I won’t step on it. I feel truly pretty, and wonder how the boys always know what looks best on me. 

I forego hair and makeup for after breakfast and make my way downstairs feeling way too overdressed, especially for a Monday.

I descend the stairs, holding up the dress like I’m Snow White or something. 

Just  my luck: they’re all gathered at the kitchen table.

Namjoon is the first to see me, eyes becoming bigger than saucers and I swear his mouth drops a little. 

The other boys soon follow suit. Jin chokes on his food and Hobi almost drops his mug. Yoongi is frozen like a statue and the maknaes full on “Woah.” 

“Um, good morning?” I say, stifling my laugh at their shell shocked expressions.

“You look so fucking good,” Jungkook blurts out.

Jin, having taken a sip of water, promptly spits it out.

I crack at that. This shatters the silence and soon everyone is laughing with me.

“H-hyung-” Jimin is in stitches and almost falls out of his chair. “-you spit water right on Yoongi-hyung!” 

I look, and sure enough, Yoongi’s sitting there like a wet cat. There’s not too much water, but it makes the situation much funnier. We all die, and Jimin actually does fall out of his chair.

“Oh boy, what a way to start the morning,” Hobi says, wiping his tears.

“Yeah. I guess the dress is pretty good,” I say, then thank Jungkook for his compliment. “Thanks Kook, by the way. I appreciate it.”

He just grins his bunny smile. 

“Jungkook is absolutely right, Y/n. You look stunning, sweetpea,” Namjoon says, casually throwing in that damn nickname again. 

I smooth out the skirt, avoiding his eyes. “Thanks, Joon. It means a lot.”

“Namjoon has such good taste!” Exclaims Hobi, then he pouts. “I wish I was taking you to a fancy schmany art gallery.” 

“It’s okay, Hobi,” I almost laugh at his exaggerated pouty face. “We have plenty of time to do things together after arts week!” 

“Why don’t you sit down Y/n, have some breakfast before you leave,” Jin says, gesturing to the table. 

“Wait, we don’t want you to spill anything on your dress,” says Taehyung. He quickly gets an apron and ties it around my waist. 

“Isn’t this Jin’s apron?” I ask, looking at the familiar lilac hue with the stain in the corner. 

“Yes, but of course you can wear it honey,” says Jin. I’m going to have to start counting how many times they use nicknames.

“Okay, thanks.” I dig into the delicious spread. We chat about our plans for today. Hobi and Jimin have their individual dance rehearsals, Jungkook has to go to the first day of the film festival, Yoongi has to attend his music gallery, and Taehyung is putting the finishing touches on his designs. Jin doesn’t have much to do today, but I know he’ll accompany someone to their respective event today.

After finishing a semi-peaceful breakfast, it’s time for all of us to face the realities of the day. 

Everyone scatters and I turn to Namjoon, asking him what time we need to be at the exhibit.

“It starts at eleven, so we have about an hour until we need to leave,” he replies. 

I nod and then decide to go help wash the dishes since there’s nothing better for me to do. 

“Nuh uh. You’re not washing the dishes in that dress. Go sit,” Jin commands. 

“But Jin,” I whine, “I’m booored. We don’t leave for another hour! And I can’t help anyone else. What am I supposed to do until then?” 

He chuckles at my misery.

“I know, honey, but maybe just read or something. Enjoy this bored feeling while it lasts.” He shoos me out of the kitchen so I decide to go upstairs because I realize that I forgot to do my hair and makeup.

I’m walking up the stairs as Jungkook comes rushing down. We collide with a small “Oof!” I feel…damp, so I look down and see that my dress is wet. 

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry, Y/n,” Jungkook says, panic written on his face, “Your dress! I’m such an idiot. Oh my god. I can’t believe I did that.” 

He seems to have spilled his coffee on my dress.

“It’s okay!” I try to reassure Jungkook, but Jin is already at the scene. 

“Kook! Watch where you’re going!” He scolds, but doesn’t berate the poor boy much longer because Jungkook looks about close to tears. 

All over a dress, I think. 

“I’m so sorry Y/n! I’ll pay for dry cleaning, whatever it needs!” 

Jin grabs some napkins to dab at the growing stain but it’s no use. I know that I won’t be wearing this today.

“It’s fine, Kook.” I try to give him a reassuring smile, but he doesn’t seem to buy it. 

“No, it’s not Y/n! Why aren’t you upset?” He asks me desperately.

I’m confused. 

“Is that…how you want me to react?” I ask him, befuddled at his reaction.

“No, it’s just that the average person would be mad at Kook,” Jin explains, finishing dabbing at the excess of coffee, “But it looks like you’re not an average person.” 

I grab Jungkook’s hands and look him in the eye. “Jungkook, I promise, I don’t care. I will find something else to wear. Now go.” I give him a look and he grudgingly goes to leave. 

“Thank you, Y/n,” Jin murmers quietly to me, “He’s been so stressed over the film festival that even a small thing upsets him more than it should.” 

“It’s all good,” I reply, “I understand.” 

We part ways and I go upstairs to tell Namjoon that I can’t wear his dress that he chose. 

“It’s okay, Y/n, I heard what happened,” he says, and I try not to ogle him in his button up and tie. 

“Okay, great. Let me go change and touch myself up,” I say, turning away so I can’t see his muscles underneath his shirt. 

“Y/n!” I run into Taehyung on the short distance from Namjoon’s room to my own.

“Yeah?” I ask, mentally running through my closet to find another dress to wear.

“I have a dress you can wear!” This snaps me out of my thoughts.

“You do?” I ask, although I shouldn’t be surprised because Taehyung is a goddamn fashion designer.

“Yes! Come to my room and I can give it to you!” Before I can say anything more he gently pulls me to his room.

I internally gag at the amount of stuff in his room, much like Jungkook’s but with more artsy elements thrown in like crystals on the desk or colored pencils strewn everywhere. 

“Tae-“

“Aha! Here it is. I knew buying it was a good choice!” Taehyung pulls out a bag on a hanger and thrusts it into my arms. 

“Go! Now! This dress will make you and Namjoonie-hyung’s date perfect!” 

I gape like a fish before sputtering “It’s not a date!” 

“Sure it isn’t. Now hurry up! I want to see the full look before you leave!” Taehyung winks then shuts the door on me. 

I’m left standing outside his door like a mom who got kicked out by their teenage son.

“You heard the boy! Go!” Shouts an enthusiastic Hobi from across the hall.

I chuckle and make my way two doors down.

I shut the door (and lock it for good measure) then gingerly unzip the bag. A gasp leaves me. There’s the dress that I found when I went shopping with Taehyung and Jungkook a while ago. The crimson color and gold flowers are still gorgeous, and I can’t wait to slip it on.

I do my hair and makeup first then put on the dress. The sweetheart neckline fits perfectly and I grab my low shimmery heels. I double check that my purse is ready and open my door.

I head downstairs and hear Yoongi whistle and Hobi shout “Looking good Y/n!” 

I scoff but feel myself smile. 

“There we go! Looking fabulous, if I do say so myself,” Taehyung says, taking a photo of me on his phone.

“Tae! Stop!” I say, covering my face. 

“But I have to remember this day!” He pouts, but lowers his phone. 

“He’s right you know,” Jin chimes in from his spot at the table. 

“Ugh Jin not you too!” I groan, lowering myself to put on my shoes.

“Let me.” Taehyung puts them on and it feels like a damn Cinderella moment. 

“Thanks, Tae.” He salutes then goes upstairs to get Namjoon.

“You really do look gorgeous, honey,” Jin says, walking over and fixing my hair before giving me quick kiss on the head.

I flush. 

“Thanks, Jin.” 

“C’mon hyung! Y/n is patiently waiting for you, so the least you can do is hurry up.” Taehyung’s voice is heard from upstairs and is followed by an annoyed Namjoon’s voice.

“I’m coming, Taehyung. You’re the one who made me change my tie!”

Boisterous laughter filters downstairs and Jin and I look at each other, bemused.

They finally come downstairs with Taehyung leading a blindfolded Namjoon.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Namjoon asks after stumbling on a step.

“Yes. We have to do a big reveal!” Taehyung insists.

After reaching the bottom of the stairs (safely) Taehyung gestures for me to come stand in front of Namjoon.

“Three, two, one!” He pulls off the blindfold with a flourish and Namjoon blinks to adjust to the light. 

I stand there awkwardly as Namjoon takes in my outfit. His eyes rove over me and I do the same to him. He always is handsome, but today he looks…hot. Taehyung must have helped him. His button up is now rolled up to his elbows, showing off his arms and his tie matches my dress. His tighter pants accentuate his godly thighs and I can see his arm muscles strain when he moves.

Fuck fuck fuck.

(a/n: namjoon is the reason i got into bts, btw)

“Wow. You look amazing, Y/n,” Namjoon breathes out. 

“So do you. How did you have a tie to match me?” I ask him, noting how the red shade is the exact color of my dress.

“Tae just so happened to have one for me to borrow,” Namjoon says, side eyeing said man. 

“Hey, leave me out of this. You two should get going on your date,” Taehyung says, arms up in fake surrender and backs out of the room, dragging Jin with him.

“It’s not a date!” I hiss at him as he leaves me with yet another wink. 

“I guess that’s our clue to leave?” Namjoon asks, pulling on his shoes, “Seriously, though, Y/n, you look stunning.”

“Aw, thanks Joon,” I say sincerely as we hop into his car. 

(a/n: in this au he can drive, please don’t kill me!!)

We arrive at the venue - a nice building on campus that’s already bustling with people. 

Stepping out, I feel overdressed as most people have on nicer casual clothing like a sundress. 

Namjoon must notice my distress because he says, “You look stunning, Y/n. These poorly dressed people won’t know what hit them.”

I laugh at that and we make our way in. 

They have a small finger food and drinks table to the side so we head over to get some things to munch on. 

“These mini sandwiches are heaven.” I almost moan, sad that there aren’t any left since we took the last ones.

“Here, have mine.” Namjoon offers me his plate and I shake my head. I can’t take his food. 

“No, really. I don’t think I’ll like them and I’d rather have cookies.” He insists so I take them but give him my cookies on my plate. 

“It’s a fair trade,” I say. 

We grab some punch and meander our way through the exhibit. There’s a great variety of paintings ranging from watercolor flowers to abstract Pollock-style art. The artists are all standing by their respective paintings and many are chatting with people. 

Some students also chose to want to sell their art. I can tell who they are because of the star sticker on their description. Their prices are expensive, so I stick to admiring it from afar. 

Namjoon and I are mostly quiet, looking at the different paintings and reading the descriptions. Occasionally we’ll chat with the artist before making our way to the next painting.

“Oh my gosh! I feel like Jin would really like this one,” I say, looking at the painting. It’s a gorgeous garden, and the smooth strokes still manage to have a slight texture to them. 

“Yeah you’re right…I think I’ll buy it for him,” Namjoon says, and I feel a sense of pride at being able to help.

Namjoon talks to the seller and organizes a price. After writing a check, he comes back to admire it with you. 

“Did I ever tell you how we came to all date each other?” Namjoon randomly says.

I turn to him.

“No, but you don’t have to tell me,” I say, wondering where this came from.

“It’s alright. I want to.” 

I look at him as he begins.

“I first met Jimin when I was a sophomore and he was a freshman here. Did you know Jimin’s first major was education?” Namjoon shakes his head, a fond smile on his face. “Yeah. He loved kids, but realized that he loved dance more. We grew close during that year though, and began dating that summer.” 

I’ve always suspected that Namjoon and Jimin have a special bond, and I can totally see Jimin being an amazing teacher. 

(a/n: sorry for another note but teacher!jimin is inspired by sgmb!jimin. i don’t make the rules 🤷🏻‍♀️)

“The next year Jimin began his dance major program and met Hobi-hyung. They bonded over their love of dance and somewhere along the way we became a trio. Jimin was the one who expressed interest in Hobi-hyung first, but I soon followed. We decided to give it a try, and it ended up working out.” 

I take a sip of punch as Namjoon continues.

“Hobi-hyung became interested in Jin-hyung next, and with Jin-hyung came Yoongi-hyung. I don’t remember the exact day, but we all were drunk one night and confused each others’ feelings. You know the saying: drunk words come to mean sober thoughts. We all realized that we liked each other as more than just friends.” 

We continue to stroll slowly down the exhibit.

“There were five of us now in our relationship. It was hard to manage at the beginning, but we fell into a comfortable groove.” 

Namjoon pauses, glancing at me and taking a drink. 

“So only Tae and Jungkook were left, right?” I ask, making sure I got the facts straight.

“Yep. They’re our babies, but it was actually Jimin who found them as well. I guess we should be thanking him for bringing a lot of us together.” Namjoon laughs at that.

“Anyways, Jimin was friends with Taehyung because of a class together and then they got paired up in a project. Jimin fell for Tae and then also Jungkook. The five of us were skeptical about adding more people to our already big relationship, but Jimin was adamant. We trusted him enough to give it a shot, and the rest is history.”

Namjoon finishes and looks at me, smiling as he thinks about his boyfriends.

“That’s such a cute story!” I say, thinking about how they all found each other.

“Thank you, Y/n. You know, at this point, I even think the boys wouldn’t mind if we brought another person into our relationship,” says Namjoon.

I furrow my brows. 

“Really? That would be a lot of people.” I wonder how one could manage that big of a relationship.

“Yeah but if they all like each other then it works, right?” Asks Namjoon.

“I guess so. I don’t really know but I don’t have much experience with a big relationship,” I say, darting my eyes to another painting, “Look at that one! It’s gorgeous, let’s go take a look.” 

I steer Namjoon over and also steer the conversation away from relationships. Why do I feel hot all over?

~

Near the end of the exhibit I see a familiar face.

“Seungmin!” I walk quickly over, Namjoon following me.

“Oh, hey Y/n!” He says, grinning as I come over to where he and a couple others are standing. 

Namjoon quietly clears his throat.

“Oh! Seungmin, this is Namjoon. Namjoon, this is Seungmin. He’s in my Foundations of Education class,” I explain. 

They nod at each other and I swear I see Namjoon’s jaw tick. But it’s just my imagination, right?

Seungmin smiles.

“So, Y/n, if you’re interested in art come take a look at my boyfriend Hyunjin-hyung’s!” 

I look at the painting in front of me and am in awe. It’s gorgeous, the strokes precise yet delicate and it’s walking a nice line between abstract and realistic. 

“Wow. He’s really talented,” I say, Namjoon humming in agreement. 

“Thank you. I appreciate it,” says a voice behind me. 

I turn and there’s who I assume to be Hyunjin. 

“Of course! I love this style,” I compliment. 

“Hyunjin-hyung is going to be famous someday,” Seungmin boasts, giving the latter a quick peck on the cheek.

“Oh, stop, Seungminnie,” Hyunjin says, but still accepts the kiss.

“No, no, it’s true,” another familiar voice chimes in. Sure enough, there’s Bangchan. 

“Hey Channie-hyung. This is Y/n and Namjoon, her boyfriend!” Seungmin pipes up.

I widen my eyes and go to tell them the truth but Namjoon just sticks his hand out and says, “Pleased to meet you.” 

Well. I guess we’re a couple now.

The five of us talk for a couple minutes and then Namjoon surprises me.

“Hey, Hyunjin, I’m interested in buying this piece of art. What’s your price?” He asks. 

They negotiate and eventually settle on one. Namjoon writes another check and I bid goodbye to Seungmin and his boyfriends.

“Bye Seungmin! See you in class later.” I wave as we walk away. He waves back then turns to his boyfriends.

“He’s seems nice,” Namjoon says, although there’s an underlying tone of something I can’t quite place. Boredom? Anger? Jealousy? 

No. That can’t be right.

“He is. I’m glad he has his boyfriends,” I say, snatching a cheese cube and promptly shoving it in my mouth. Ugh. So good.

“Me too. C’mon, Y/n, I know you’re craving food.” 

Namjoon laughs at my face and I glare at him, but he’s right. Those mini sandwiches can only fill a person up to a certain point.

“Alright fine.” 

I give in and we go to Sonic. Call me crazy but I really wanted a grilled cheese from there.

“What do you want Y/n?” Namjoon asks after he ordered himself.

“A grilled cheese with a large fries and a medium-“

“-cherry vanilla Dr. Pepper,” Namjoon finishes, popping his dimple out at me, “You got it!”

I wonder how he knows my order but guess it’s because I go here so often.

“Hey, let me pay!” I protest, trying to hand Namjoon my credit card.

“No, it’s okay! I took you out to the art exhibit so I need to pay for the whole thing.” He’s already sliding in his card so I sigh. 

“Fine, fine. One of these day you guys have to let me do something to pay you back,” I grumble. 

“Just you is a payment enough.” Namjoon smiles and I roll my eyes. Sure, they always say that but I still want to find someway to pay back their kindness. 

Our food arrives soon after and we munch in the car.

“Ohhhh I love Sonic so much,” I say, stuffed after Namjoon let me have some of his chili cheese fries. 

He laughs while he pulls out. I smack his arm (damn his bicep is huge).

“Okay, okay! Sorry.” 

We laugh together and I close my eyes on the drive back. 

Contentment fills my body and I fall asleep listening to Namjoon softly humming.

a/n: namtiddies for life, am i right? i wanted namjoon to have more time with the mc so i basically dedicated this entire chapter to him haha. hope you enjoyed reading 🫶🏼🫶🏼

[collegiatesins]

professor statistics.

name — song ha joon

gender & pronouns — cis man

age — thirty'5

department — acting & theatre studies.

classes taught — stage combat and physical theatre, contemporary drama and performance, introduction to acting, & voice and diction for the stage.

temperament — enigmatic & stoic (with a begrudging soft side for his students).

teacher quirks — refuses to call students by name, always refers to them by the color of their shirt. if multiple people are wearing the same color shirt they have to duke it out to be red shirt 1,2, etc. grades on an insane curve, so even if you nailed your assignment, if someone else in class bombed then your grade suffers too (does it to quell competition among students and ensure they learn how to work well with others + not be so focused on just themselves as theatre kids are usually want to do.) bikes to and from campus, has to constantly change what bike rack he leaves it at because students love to find it and leave random stickers on it. hates musicals and has never watched one in his life and never plans on doing so. which causes a lot of arguments when some students find out.

special interests — custom bike building, cancelling office hours because he has a "meeting" and cancelling meetings because he has "office hours", finding the dummy accounts his students try to follow him on social media and blocking them, stealing fruit from his neighbors fruit trees, rewatching the john wick movies for the umpteenth time.

fierce aversions — paper work of any kind. ego trips and temper tantrums. over involved parents. ending class on time.

fun facts ! — is rumored to have a fiancee and a kid on the way but no one can find evidence. some think he may have started the rumor himself to get students to stop hitting on him.

rate a professor rating — 6.8 (individualism and feeling special is kinda a big thing for theatre kids and joon's refusal to play into that either makes him a hit - the student learns and deepens their love of the craft OR it makes them spiral and they hate him for not making them feel like the next meryl streep every time they get their lines right)

mini questionnaire.

how  long  have  they  been  teaching?  do  they  enjoy  the  job  -  or  did  they  have  a  different  career  in  mind originally? nobody believes him when he says it but joon does very much enjoy his job. people around assume that he must think this is a step down (he performed on westend after all) but truth be told he'd rather be teaching at palladian than back on stage professionally himself. he had a good run, thirteen years of it actually. from nineteen to thirty two he chased a high he could only ever find under blinding lights and an auditorium full of spectators. it wasn't until the death of his mother (joon wasn't even told that she died until after her funeral because she didn't want him to have to fly home and miss multiple nights of his current show run) that he realized there wasn't much work-life balance in being a stage actor. the euphoric high began wearing thin. he was burnt out, guilt ridden, and losing his passion for the craft. so he retired. ready to go back home to busan and help on the family farm. but then a introductory to acting part time teaching position opened up at his alma mater palladian and the rest is history. now he spends the school year in england to teach and gets to go home for the summers.

do  they  teach  at  langston,  or  palladian?  what  are  their  thoughts  on  the  opposing  university? joon started as a part time professor at palladian three years ago. he was quickly upgraded to full time and now teaches multiple courses. he clearly has a soft spot for palladian because it's where he did his undergrad ( when his career starting taking off junior year, the staff worked hard to help him still be able to graduate. something he promised his mother he'd do no matter what. ) he doesn't particularly have a strong opinion on langston. indifferent really. the students are a little rowdy and entitled but what more could you expect from a bunch of young americans? if anything he'd say their presence here has livened the place up a little. at least in his classrooms anyway. his palladian students don't want to be outdone by the overzealous langston transplants. so it's made everyone bring their A game.

are  there  any  rumors  surrounding  them?  are  they  true? it was sometime last year that joon heard the rumor for the first time. that he had a pregnant fiancee back in korea and that's why he went back so frequently. then it's snowballed into a wife and two children. now it's a wife and kid in korea and a fiancee in bath pregnant with twins. creative. he'll give his students that. he's not sure where the rumor originated from but he hasn't really done or said anything to dispel it either. kids will gossip, even if he shut this one down, three more would rear it's ugly head. ironically enough joon did meet someone shortly after these rumors started and he has been thinking about popping the question. but of course he'd never tell his students that. they'd claim they manifested or something and then ask for invites to the wedding.

[auduux]

COTL AU

They got to me

AU under the cut (no art because I can't draw lolz)

This is a swap au with Yellow Cat and Leshy, Yellow Cat (dubbed Joon for this) is Lambert, Leshy is Narinder.

Leshy The Chaos (By himself and siblings)/Chaos (By himself and siblings)/The One Who Fears (By Heket and Shamura)/The Fool (By Kallamar, Heket, and Narinder)/ He of Havoc (By all)/The Worm (by all)

Youngest brother of the gods, banished for an unknown reason to a prison in the deepest depths of hell. What was said when he descended is unknown, but the gods started hunting and slaughtering all cats shortly after.

Joon (Yellow Cat) The Cat (By Leshy)/Cat (By Leshy)/Vessel (By Leshy)/Child of Death (By Leshy, Shamura, and Heket)/Vile Cat (By Narinder, Kallamar, and Leshy)/Vile Feline (By Kallamar and Leshy)/Feline (By Leshy and Heket)/Puppet of Chaos (By Narinder, Kallamar, Heket, and Shamura)/Leader (By followers)

The last cat slaughtered, stupidly sent to the same place as Leshy's prison by Narinder.

Bishop fight order: Narinder > Kallamar > Heket > Shamura > Leshy

Voice Lines

Leshy When first encountered: "You there! You are a cat. One of my brothers own children." "You were slaughtered, like many others..."

Trying to convince Joon to follow him: "Do you wish to exact revenge? Feel a gods flesh in your teeth?" "Help me, and you will never again feel fear. I will make you powerful."

After Joon accepted: "Wonderful! Take my crown, cat, and you will never be slaughtered again." "The forests of Darkwood will be kind to you." "Now go, go to Salem (not the actual name I just gave up on thinking of one) where my jailer resides..."

When about to fight Narinder: "My brother, the cat of death. He thought he could seal me, but no! I will be free!" "Once, there were many cats under his rule. They called him father, even. But not anymore. He has contributed to each and every death upon his people."

After defeating Narinder: "Wonderful! The fool is now trapped within his own realm! I wish I could see him scream and beg!" "Not even Aym and Baal can save him now, the cutthroats...he is all alone." "Now go to Anchordeep. Your next target resides there."

Before fighting Kallamar: "Kallamar is a fool and coward but his wit far surpasses any. Do not think of him as weak, lest one of his many weapons lop your head from your shoulders." "Do not fail me, vessel."

After defeating Kallamar: "The squid has fallen! His ears have been cut from his head! He has gone deaf!" "You have done well, my vessel. Darkwood will be pleased." "Anura is where my sister resides, she of hunger. Do not start eating your own arm when in her presence."

Before fighting Heket: "Heket is a heavy hitter. I suggest gaining armor before fighting her. She may just flatten you."

After defeating Heket: "She will go where none of the others have, and she, too, will be on her lonesome. " "I wish I could see her despair..." "Go, vessel. Shamura awaits her judgement."

Before fighting Shamura: "My eldest sibling. They are the most wise and will be the hardest to beat. Do not tread lightly in the silk cradle." "Shamura. Perhaps the kindest of us all. Try not to die, feline." "They hold the key to my prison. Retrieve it and set me free, and you will be rewarded."

After defeating Shamura: "Shamura never was bothered by solitude, but perhaps after a thousand years it will get to them." "Now free me, and you will be rewarded accordingly!"

After being freed: "It has been so long since I could walk freely! Now come forth. Your life will be mine, but you will never have to fret again."

After Joon refused: "You putrid thing...you cannot have my crown! Serve your purpose and submit to me!"

After being defeated: "You vile feline, what have you done to me?! I cannot see!" "I will have your head for this, child of death!"

When asked about Forneus: "Forneus, the poor she...her kits, Aym and Baal, the watchdogs of death, were taken from her just after birth. If she has not died yet, I assume Heket was able to save her from an early grave. She always fancied the cat."

[shujohajohaminnie]

Mine

Pairing: Yang Jeongin x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count:2771

Summary: What happens when there's a serial killer in love with you who will kill anyone who’s near you. 

Afab!reader, Profanity, Dark Concepts, Talks of murder, Blood, Possessive behavior, Obsessive behavior, pet names, Raw Sex. Let me know if I miss anything. 

“Okay, so what do we know so far” “Whoever the killer is, is in love with y/n” “Oh my god, not this again” “WHAT IT’S TRUE” “Ji do you have any proof” “Well everyone who either slept with y/n, tired to get with y/n or has a thing-” “Had” “As I was saying… had a thing for y/n is now… dead” “That’s purely coincidental” “Is it?” “Yes, it is… and if that was the case why the hell is Chan in the hospital right now” “I mean, even I thought Chris was into you” “Well he isn’t” You rolled your eyes laying back down on the couch your phone in hand. “Okay so let's make a list of people in love with y/n” “Okay first one… that weird kid from her English class, that’s always following her around… what's his name” “Dae” Jisung sapped his fingers writing the name on the board in big bold font. “Who’s next” “ Add Johnny” “Sorry to break it hon… but that piece of shit you call a boyfriend does not love you” “Yes he does” “No… he doesn’t” “Hiah” Hyunjin yelled jumping in his seat from excitement, he loved to play detective. “Think you missed a chapter Jinnie… he’s already dead” “Really” “Mhmm knife to the face” “Gross”. “Can we stop” “What” “Doing this… we’re not the cops, Plus it’s just weirding me out” “She’s right we should drop it” “Jeongin” “Hmmm?” “Add Jeongin to the list” “Come on you can’t be serious” “Of course we’re not being serious, it’s Jeongin were talking about. He could barely kill a spider, but it’s just because he’s madly in love with you…so if I were you innie, I’d be careful” “Is that a threat, are you the killer Hannie” “Puh-lease… you wish I was obsessed with you” “Whatever, I’m gonna go” “What where” “To my room calm down mom. I have to start getting ready for the party”. “You aren’t serious right” “Yeah… why” “Maybe because there's a killer out there taregting us” “Well Ji… if we're going based on your theory, the killer is only going for people in love with me. So you guys are safe” You laughed before closing your bedroom door excited to attend the hottest party of the year. Was it the smartest idea? No, but you were dumb college kids, not every idea that you and your group of friends came up with was the brightest.

“I don’t think this is a good idea” Jisung looked down at the ground nervously  “Han everything will be fine, we’ve got a black belt with us and buff daddy Changbin for security” “We said the killer is in love with y/n right” “Yes” “No” “Well he, or she might be in the room with us right now” “Thank you Hyunjin for that inclusivity” Your newest friend rolled her eyes at Hyunjins subtle, not so subtle ‘look’ shot directly at her. “But I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I’m not the killer” “Mhmm… I’m not buying it” “If you’re so sure it’s me why don’t you tell the police so they can arrest me” “I’ve tried that, they said there's no evidence” “BECAUSE IT’S NOT ME” “Guys guys stop… Jinnie, I love you but it’s not Joon, don’t you remember she was attacked too” “It just seems perfectly planned that she was there when Chan almost got killed and she ended up with only a paper cut on her arm” “IT WASN’T A PAPER CUT, I ALMOST LOST MY ARM” “Yeah right. I’ve got my eyes on you new girl” “Jinnie just cause you're dressed up like Sherlock Holmes doesn’t mean you have the detective skills” “Pfttt speak for yourself” “Didn’t you guess the killer was someone who died three weeks ago” “Way to go detective” Joon laughed interlocking your hands and walking you out the door. You pulled down your ghost face mask and walked out of the building towards the blasting music coming from the on-campus frat house. 

The night was only getting more interesting as the students continued to drink. “Hey where's your little boyfriend” “With his friends” You nodded in the direction of your boyfriend with his two closest friends. “Doesn’t it bother you that he only hangs out with them two, I mean they’re kinda known for sleeping around” “No” Of course it bothered you that your boyfriend only hung out with the two prettiest sluttiest girls on campus. “Come on don’t lie to me” “Fine Lee it does bug me, but what am I supposed to do just tell them to back off” “Yes, that's exactly what you need to do” Felix interrupted Lee Know handing you and Han a cup. “What the hell is this” Han recoiled after smelling the mystery beverage. “Jungle Juice… it’s so good” “Absolutely not” he shook his head taking your cup and placing it down on the table along with his and Minho’s. “How many have you had” “Two” “Oh that's not bad” “Two red cups and two blue cups” “Well there goes our black belt” “Hey I have a reason” “And what’s that Yongbook” “Shit he’s mad mad” “The red cups are if you think we're going to win the game on Friday, the blue is if we're going to lose… so I’m staying neutral” “And you couldn’t just drink two” “Well I could’ve but then I wanted a third and I needed to balance it out… but I’m not the worst one guess how much Binnie’s had” “Five?” “Eight… he’s also staying neutral” He motioned over to Chagbin who was passed out on the couch. “Great not only have we lost our black belt but he lost our big boy Binnie” “Han it’s going to be fine, just chill out” “Chill out…. CHILL OUT, I CAN’T CHILL OUT WHEN I COULD DIE” “Then die knowing you had a good time instead of worrying. You wanna hit of this to calm down” “NO” He yelled snatching the blunt out of Lee Know’s hand, and tossing it who knows where. “That’s a hazard” “Guys… we need to be on high alert” You groaned resting your head on Lee Know’s shoulder while Jisung proceeded to lecture the three of you on your carelessness in the current situation.  “Ji Ji calm down we’ll be fine there are so many people around us I seriously doubt the killer whoever she is-” “IT’S NOT ME” “Is going to strike right now” Hyunjin smiled wrapping his arm around Jisung’s shoulder trying to calm down your anxious friend. “And how many did you have” “This is my first one” “Jin” “Fine it’s my sixth one… but it doesn’t hit til your 5th one I swear” “Well like I was saying we shouldn’t be drinking because we need to be paying attention just in case who ever it is, is here” “Who’s here” Jeongin joined the group with a water bottle in hand. “Good job I.N staying sober I like it” “Who’s here” Seungmin asked joining the group discussion in the kitchen. “The masked crusader” Lee Know laughed wiggling his fingers towards Jisung. “Isn’t that Batman?” “Well if Batman’s here there's nothing to worry about” “Guysssss” Han whined 

“Okay never have I ever tried to seduce a teacher for a higher grade” You clinked cups with Hyunjin while you took a sip of your drink with a smile. “Who?” “Professor Choi” “Is that why he’s dead” “Mhmm… you know what guys I have just come to realize that I’m going to end up single for life if there's a killer going after anyone and everyone that wants me” “Well that got depressing” “Shut up bitch” “GUYS GUYS” Han ran towards the couch where you all were sitting down. “I saw someone else here with a ghost face costume that could be the killer” “Ji calm down hon… that’s just Johnny we did couple costumes this year” “Yeah along with half of the other students here” “I have an idea” “WE SHOULD STICK TOGETHER” Changbin laughed in your lap nuzzling closer and closer to you while he drifted off to sleep yet again. “He’s gonna end up dead” Lee Know laughed looking at the subtle affection you were giving your best friend. I mean after all, all Chan had to do to end up on the killer's hit list was give you a ride home from a party, now here Binnie was cuddling you. “No, I was going to say we should split up-” “and look for clues.” “Yeah okay, shaggy” “Han you do know that's how people end up dead right” “Yeah man splitting up is a no for me” “You can count me out, I’m going to stay right here where I’m safe” “Don’t worry y/n I’ll stay here with you” “Aww true love… y/n when are you going to leave Johnny and date our little Innie” “In-ah being with me is going to get you killed” “No it won’t that’s a stupid theory” “It’s not stupid it’s real” “I still think we should look for clues” “I think we should let the cops handle it and live our fucking lives… it’s Halloween we should be having fun” “Having fun?” “Yes drinking, dancing, smoking, and having meaningless sex” “I don’t think you could have meaningless sex even if you wanted to Jinnie” “Yeah didn't you fall in love with your last sneaky link and were forced to end it” “Okay fuck you” “No fuck you what the fuck” “Guys guys should we leave early or no?” “No” “Everyone in favor of leaving early says I” Silence of course. “Don’t worry Hannie we’re here” 

And you were, you and the boys stayed on that couch stuck at each other's hip for about an hour after that conversation. That was until you saw a familiar somebody walking towards you. You checked his shoes to make sure it was really him. “Hey” You smiled looking up at him. He extended his gloved hand out for you to take not saying a word. “What?” You asked taking his hand, he pulled you up signaling you to the restroom. You smiled walking away when a hand held you back. “Do you really want to have drunk sex with your shitty boyfriend in the Kappa restroom” “Yes now shut up and stick together before Jisung loses it again” “Y/n you can’t leave what if he gets you” “You said it yourself Ji, If the killer’s in love with me, he wouldn’t hurt me” 

But of course not even Jisung was sure about that. Jimmy pushed you up against the door sliding his hand up your thigh towards your heat. You sighed throwing your head back as you felt him take off his gloves. His long fingers beginning to draw circles on your clit. Wait long fingers? “J-Johnny… take off your mask I want to see you” No answer you reached your hand up in an attempt to take off the mask yourself, but he moved his head away from you. "Come on Johnny take off the mask I'm serious" "I'm not Johnny" You looked down at his left sleeve that held your waist against the door, you noted the way the material looked darker than the rest. You looked at your hip noticing the red trail staining your skin. "What the fuck... is that blood?". He pulled off his mask to reveal Jeongin with his sly smirk. “Jeongin what the fuck wheres Johhny” “In one of the bedrooms upstairs with his throat slit” “I told you to wait for me Jeongin I wanted to see his fucking face” “Baby but-” “No honey, I was going to lead him in here, you were going to hide behind the curtain and when I shut the door I was going stab him and then you were going to finish him off that was the plan” “I know I know baby, but if it makes you feel better I passed down your message” “It does… so how was it” “Just like you thought it was going to be …he cried and begged for his life” “Good, fucking asshole” You laughed throwing your head back as he continued with his previous movements. You moved the costume gown up unbucking his pants. You couldn’t wait anymore you needed him. You needed him ever since he was in your apartment when you were getting ready, but you couldn’t not with the boys there. It would blow your cover. You had a plan and you were going to stick to it. They were going to find Johnny, you were going to mourn and in your mourning Jeongin was going to ‘comfort’ you, giving you two the perfect excuse for getting together. 

You wrapped your leg around his waist leading him into your heat. “I told you not to go for Chan” You moaned feeling the all-familiar stretch. You didn’t feel bad for sleeping with Jeongin while being Johnny. You weren’t cheating on him in your head you were over since the moment he cheated on you with his ‘friends’. You wanted to dump him, but that's when Jeongin came to you with the wonderful idea to pay him back for the pain he had caused you, caused his pretty girl. “He was all over you” Jeongin groaned beginning to slide in and out of you “Plus I wasn’t going to kill him, it was just a warning” he grunted pulling down your dress straps to release your tits for its confinement. “He was just giving me a ride Jeongin, he wouldn’t have to if you had your license”. You moaned as you felt him begin to kiss down your jaw to your chest. Taking one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth. He rolled the other in between his fingers driving you absolutely insane. “You know why I don’t have it” he whispered pulling his hand away from your breast and dragging it down to your clit drawing figure eights on it once again. “Yeah because you’re so busy slicing anyone that gets close to me” You moaned grabbing his forearm as he increased his speed. Only your two could have a full-blown argument in the middle of having sex. But you were in love, a love so toxic, that you felt like you were being suffocated when around each other. But when you two were apart it felt like you were being torn apart limb by limb. It was a love that you both couldn’t let go. You felt yourself reach closer and closer analyzing the words he was saying to you. He would do something that was so illegal, just for you. You tightened around him feeling that oh-so-familiar feeling in your lower stomach. “Jeongin I’m I’m”  “I’m protecting you” He grunted thrusting into you once more before you felt him paint your walls in white. You cummed around his cock hearing those last words. You’ve never been with someone who loved you the way that he did. He sighed pulling away from the crook of your neck to look at you. “I love you”. He whispered stroking your cheek. He didn’t stop thrusting into you, fucking you through both of your orgasms. “I love you too” You moaned kissing his lips while you wrapped your arms around him. Now that you had him you weren’t going to let go. 

You took your previous spot on the couch going on your phone. “Oh, so we're not going to talk about it” “Talk about what” “How you just had sex with your boyfriend and how you’re just sitting here like he didn’t just fill you up” “Changbin” Felix cringed hearing your friends out loud thought. “We didn’t fuck, he just wanted to talk to me” “Is everything okay” Jisung looked at you worryingly. “Yeah we’re fine… just school stuff” You smiled wrapping your arms around him comforting, he shook his head backing away from you. “Nuh-uh, I don’t wanna die” “Don’t worry Hannie you’re not gonna die… I have a feeling we're done with all of this mystery killer crap”. You laughed watching as Jeongin joined the group again with a drink in hand, wearing his previous costume. It was all going according to plan. 

[yellow-dejavu]

What do i know/expect of 1899:

(Of course I expect an amazing story from Baran Bo Odar & Jantje Friese. I just know it and I have no doubt about it.)

Season 2: I know the show was canceled, but I have hopes that the project will get a second chance. In fact, the cancellation is kind of the first thing I knew about the show. Even though I hadn't seen "Dark" at the time, I had people tell me it was the best show they had ever seen. So when I read a list of canceled shows from that year, I was surprised to see a project from the creators of "Dark". They already made such a hit show for Netflix, why weren't they given a better chance?

Triangles: There are a lot of triangles in the promotional pictures, I have no idea what they mean. I guess it has a deep symbolic meaning in the show. Since the show was canceled, I don't think there is a complete answer to the meaning of it. There are symbols in "Dark" like the triqueta whose meaning can't be fully understood until the last season. I hope there is some information about it in the season.

Andreas Pietschmann is also part of this project: Yes. I love it when directors/writers like an actor and they just want to keep working with that actor. I would love it if he somehow showed up in their next project. Imagine you are watching a Bo/Jantje project and Andreas just shows up in a scene as a cowboy or something. But why? Well… I don't think there needs to be a logical explanation for wanting to see Andreas on screen. If they want to, they should just put him in every project they do.

It's on a ship: The story takes place on a ship. I think it is probably a ghost ship. These characters are dead and they're going to be in pain somehow while they're dead. I don't think they're alive. It would be too innocent to think that any of these people are alive and well. So I think it could be like these people died in this ship in 1899 or the ship is like a limbo and they died in different eras but they're stuck together now somehow or maybe an opposite like the ship is like alive and it's draining the passengers energy. None of that makes a lot of sense, but I think the mystery around it will have a strong scientific basis.

These people are not related: I hope they're not related…like it would be even better if they didn't even know each other. I think a less messy family tree would be perfect. This time the couples can just be couples.

The kids are not okay: If there are some kids on the ship, they are cooked. "Dark" started with kids disappearing and dying, and their next project is literally called "Something Is Killing The Children". I don't know, but I kind of get the vibe that the kids are not going to be safe in this story.

Multilingual: I think that's why the show was canceled and it's so sad. There doesn't seem to be as much openness to hearing people speak their languages when their language isn't English. The show won't hit the same and probably wouldn't make sense if people aren't interested in reading subtitles and hearing different languages. It has so much potential, but it requires an open mind to the concept. Director Bong Joon-ho said it better.

[alloveydovey]

Blah blah, dramas of this month. This is the ACTUAL month of rewatch lol.

It’s Okay, That’s Love, 2014 (kdrama) 8.5

A psychiatrist who has issues getting intimate in her relationships meets a flirty famous author who might have a lot more issues than he lets on.

Okay, so, mixed feelings. It's very different from what I've seen before, so that's a good thing. It took me a while to get into it because I didn't like the secondary characters that much. One of them is 28 and is after a high schooler, and the other one has a whole family somewhere but lives with FL, ML, and the dude in love with the teenager-- and like? He's also in a weird relationship with his ex-wife. Maybe I can't take complex characters cause what is this man doing with his life? Or maybe that's part of the theme of this drama. What are we all doing? lmao, anyway. It's more adultish, and it deals with mental health. Zo In Sung and Gong Hyo Jin are great, their acting very natural, and their chemistry is fire. It did take me a while to end it, sooo... I don't know. I'm still not sure how to rate it. Overall good, though.

One Spring Night, 2019 (kdrama) (rewatch!) 9 ⭐

A librarian meets a pharmacist. She’s already in a relationship, and he has a kid outside of wedlock.

I guess this is where cultural differences collide. This drama would make absolutely no sense where I'm from. ML is a father whose girlfriend runaway after having the child... ok? Single parents (even young ones) are a common thing where I'm from. FL breaks up with her boyfriend, but he, her father, and his ex's father as well don't seem to get the memo and insist on a wedding... absolutely insane. I do get it, though. I get that in their culture, such things (maybe a little hyperbolic) happen, so I forego the cultural contrast and absolutely adore this drama. It's one of my favorites. And not just because of Jung Hae In (although, yeah, he was the reason I watched it the first time lol). The whole cast is amazing, you hate almost every man in it, but the women... the women are so worth it. Hae Ji Min is such an amazing and realistic FL. And the comfort... It's one of those cozy dramas perfect for watching every once in a while. Even the repetitive songs hit differently.

Because This is My First Life (kdrama) (rewatch!) 9

FL loses her job and on top of that doesn’t have where to live. ML wants monthly rent to keep up with his mortgage. A wedding contract ensues.

This is probably my favorite marriage contract/fake relationship drama. Also, the softest FL and ML ever. Even with their awkwardness, Jung So Min (I loooooove her) and Lee Min Ki manage to grasp you. My only two cons are the ending and one of the secondary couples. The unnecessary, always present separation between FL and ML. Sometimes it makes sense, sometimes it doesn't. I feel like it might have made sense here, but at the same time it was one of the separations I hated most. Happy ending, though, so yay. I loved the girl with the bra problem and the sentimental boss, they were badass. But yeah, I hated the other secondary couple that broke up and made up over and over again. Extra notes: It was the first drama I saved music from lol.

Boys Over Flowers, 2009 (kdrama) (rewatch!) 7.5

Jan Di gets a scholarship at a rich kids' school and stands up to the F4, a group of popular guys who love to bully the shit out of everyone who they dim as bothersome.

I watched BoF when I was fourteen, and to be honest, I didn't remember much other than the fact that it wouldn't be one of those dramas I'd rewatch again. Well, let's ignore the fact that I'm here watching it again lol. I’m into 00s dramas lately, they’re kind of addictive so I had to re-check this one.

I didn’t remember Joon Pyo being so soft. I mean, still a menace to society, yes, but I think my mind got stuck with the first episodes and I low-key forgot that he actually falls for Jan Di way earlier in the drama and that he's just a caricaturized dumbass. And as for our FL, she could be a pain in the ass, but Jan Di could also be pretty fucking badass. Obviously the drama is way outdated, an adaptation from an even more outdated manga, and has a million red flags. Outside of that, I didn't think I'd be able to rewatch it. It gets extremely annoying at one point, but maybe the nostalgia won me over, and I low-key mostly enjoyed this. Extra notes: One of my favorite secondary couples/ Fuck Ji Hoo I never liked him lol.

Love in Contract, 2022 (kdrama) 8

FL works as a wife for hire. In between various clients, she’s had a consistent one for the past 5 years, a quiet and awkward man who she doesn’t know much about. Now, when she decides to retire, she has doubts about how to approach the end of their business relationship (fake marriage) with her longest and favorite husband/client.

I should stop reading drama reviews before watching them cause, unlike everyone else apparently, I enjoyed this drama a lot. Sure, it’s not perfect, but it’s far from being bad. The chemistry between Park Min Young and Go Kyung Pyo is everything. It also has an openly gay character who is possibly my new favorite character ever. It does drag at the end, but I don't think it diminishes the rating of the drama.

A Piece of Your Mind, 2020 (kdrama) 8.5

ML is trying to capture the personality of the woman he loves (but hasn’t seen in years) inside a device he invented. A classical music recording engineer ends up connecting with that same woman, and they both meet in— spoiler.

I admit I still haven’t finished this one but I’m really into it. Great story, great visuals, great OST. It’s a slow drama, but I feel like it’s meant to immerse you in its little melodrama world. It's both heartbreaking and comforting at the same time. Apparently, it has a low rating, and I can understand why it might be that way because it's a soft drama, but I absolutely adore it. Jung Hae In never disappoints. Also, Chae Soo Bin might be becoming one of my favorite Korean actresses.

Rich Man, Poor Woman, 2012 (jdrama) 8

Poor Woman is restlessly looking for a job and ends up working for the project of Rich Man’s company. Poor woman likes Rich Man. Rich Man is bratty and in serious need of social skills. However, fire chemistry ensues.

This drama was a surprise, for sure. The chemistry between the leads is amazing (old rom-com style), and the storyline itself, though sometimes focusing a little too much on the company and the partners-turned-rivals, is quite capturing. I did wish that it could concentrate a little more on the two leads and their romance since they were great together. I usually hate when dramas have their leads get together in the last episode (jdramas do this so much man) but here... well, I hated it, but it's okay cause they were cute af. (Also there’s a follow up movie apparently).

Haven't finished yet and don't know if I will ⬇️

Amidst a Snowstorm of Love, 2024 (cdrama) 8

ML falls in love at first sight with a girl in Finland. She plays billiard which is coincidentally the sport he gave up.

I have a lot of mixed feelings here because, yes, this is extremely romantic, which is what I always look for. The chemistry absolutely takes the cake, and the actors deal with it incredibly well. But... For me, love at first sight lacks substance. I rarely like it, and here, it felt like she liked him because he was good-looking and attentive (sometimes a bit too much... like back off, she's not a kid), and he liked her because... he just did. She obviously had great qualities but, yeah, I don’t know. I need a little friction to enjoy a good romantic drama. Also, it's not important, but I don't like billiards, so a lot of this was a bit boring for me. The writing felt also a bit off.

I might finish it because the characters and setting are interesting enough. Romance is cute and seems promising as well.

My Boss, 2024 (cdrama) 7

An inexperienced lawyer ends up sharing a flat with her boss after they accidentally rent the same place. Both are complete opposites.

This is actually from January, but I tried seeing if I'd be able to finish it now and still no. Back then I was looking forward to this one cause it seemed like a cute silly rom-com, but it might have been a little bit too much on the silly. The actors are okay, their chemistry is fine. I guess what really made me drop it was the writing. Which was not good... at all.

[i-got-the-feels]

25-21

@chaeyoojung 1

The transition from yellow to blue to show how his one quality he adored also became something that hurt him

My Demon

@dingyuxi 1

My salvation!!!! And his determination and selflessness to save her

Vigilante

@chaeyoojung 1

I already told you and will tell you again and again that I adore this set. His entire character arc. How he chooses to be vigilante is seen sooo well here.

Castaway Diva

@khaoray 1

This is beautiful!!! Their dreams are fulfilled. This is such a happy edit AAAH my heart

See You In My 19th Life

@dingyuxi 1

Something about her selflessness to die for him. Something about how he fiercely remembers and protects her memory. I love how that is shown so well in this set.

@liveasbutterflies 1

I cried in the scene. I cried after seeing this set. She was loved so loved by her mom.

Daily Dose Of Sunshine

@moonlightsdream 1

I adore how your chose their beach and bustop for this dialogue set.

Extraordinary Attorney Woo

@kdramaladies 1

Everytime I hear this dialogue and see this set I cry. The color combination of b/w and golden is so beautiful.

@sjoongki 1

This is one of those edits that will forever affect me. Their shilloutes! Amazing job love ittt.

Alchemy of Souls

@kdramaladies 1

This was the set that made me watch the show. It's beauty, yes. Also it manged to make me feel curious about her.

@kalena-henden 1

The journey! The symbolism! Beautiful set.

@seawherethesunsets 1

The gif of him gently kissing her eyes! Beautiful!!

@liveasbutterflies 1

I love how this set has shown naksus journey.

Little Women

@deokmis 1

A show edit. A show based on a book. And the said books quotes are combined with tv show adaption characters. My nerdy heart is swinging. And beautiful quotes are choose with characters.

Flower of Evil

@deokmis 1

Will I reach a drama where this quote doesn't wreck me? No. The gif with "makes my demons go away" Insaneeeeeee

The Eighth Sense

@dramaism 1

The journey!!! I am a Sucker for these edits. And seeing them get together at the beach casually without any grand declarations was soooo them. And of course the consequences later. That's when the grand declarations come in. Something about how things are simple when it's just the without the involvement of the world.

The Glory

@deokmis 1 2 3

1) Take me to church + them?? The way he knew she intended to use him and he let her!!! Perfect choice for them and perfect selection of scenes!

2) The fact that Jae joon died not knowing who his killer is because he is color blind. But we know!! We know how he killed him so that ye seol will be safe. Uff. Isolating the red to bring out the detail? Amazing

3) Death is my hand + the tattoo gif!! No thoughts. Head empty.

@smittenskitten 1

Isolating the green color!! The talent. They way it celebrates an important arc of the show

Beyond Evil

@khaotunqs 1

The yellow with blank and white!! Beautiful. I didn't like to be touched because I craved it too much!!

@magicaldreamfox1 1

The scene he arrests him, always makes me cry. And the words being "how often will you repent" uffff

@l-tyrell 1

He did everything because of his love, his guilt, his regret. It's gorgeous set. Also gotta listen every hozier song now because I believe it goes perfectly with the tone of this show

@ladyverdance 1

Lee dongsik was a ghost after all the deaths he survived. He was only kept alive by his grief, guilt and love for people he lost. His purpose to avenge them. Beautiful set

Summer Strike

@chinzillas 1

The words+ scene you have chosen so well about how she felt trapped in the daily drudgery of life. And how he chooses to break free. Beautiful!!

The Devil Judge

@gusucloud 1

The motif of fallen angel. Something something devil was an angel before he fell. Love the coloring with golden hues

@natahjikio 1

Was she evil? Yes. Was she a surviour and a badass? Yes. Adore how you did justice to all sides of her in this set

@yilinglaozu 1 2 3

1) he knows gaon is righteous and idealistic. Having him in his life will only hurt them both. He knows Yohan is too hurt and disillusioned to believe in a fair world. He knows they will only hurt each other. Yet they simultaneously hurt and heal each other

2) shut up. Yohan was all alone until he had gaon. Good lord no words.

3) gaon getting to see the real Yohan. Beneath the confident indifferent Yohan. Him willing to change himself and his world views because what is world without Yohan? Beautifully bought out in this set

@spicyvampire 1

The he loves you too words with them saying goodbye!! Tan give me a break

Things to note

These include edits that I found in 2023.

These include edits that gave me the feels.

Thank you for your art. They make the experience of watching the show all the more fun. It helps in appreciating the characters. It helps me see them in new light.

Looking forward to see more of art from amazing artists on here.

To, people I didn't tag - tumblr tagging limit sucks. Your art is beautiful simply because it's made. You made it with a feeling and that in itself is beautiful.

Also, the tag is #becauseigtf in case yall wanna tag me in future :)

[dhruvxmehta]

for: @cantfightmoonlight - Song time & location: backdated to june, mahir household

They were hiding something else, he could tell, or maybe it was his lack of sleep and need to know everything taking shaping, but the glances his family gave each other, something perched on the edge of their tongues only held back by hesitancy. They told him to get some sleep, to rest and talk in the morning, but adamant he was in knowing, Dhruv did not give them any choice in the matter. When his dad had come to pick him up from the airport, Dhruv had asked all the questions he thought to ask in that moment about Mason's accident, but there seemed to be more now. And when they eventually did spill, he wished his curiosity didn't get the better of him in that moment – flat out refusal had been the path he took and eventually retired upstairs for the night. But sleep did not arrive so easily, blame the time difference, the jet lag or whatever, with all the information he had been made privy to now, it turned and turned in his head. Dhruv could never in a million years expect to be called back to Lunar Cove under such circumstances, the call that came early in the morning only spelt a horrifying new reality that he wished wasn't the case. While he had know there wasn't a way he'd make it to the funeral, he was hear now at least, his life in London on pause until - well until who knew when.

Sleep had to have pulled him under at some point since he woke to bright sunshine and exhaustion clinging to his bones. It was well into the morning, he knew that much as he slowly made himself appear somewhat presentable before heading down covering a yawn as he rubbed at his eyes. "Masi, why di-" Words cut off immediately when he realised someone else was present in the living room. Red eyes from lack of rest widened at the sight, "Seojoon..." Voice was all but a low gasp too and coloured with surprise. This wasn't a lie, but the truth was equally as unbelievable. He knew exactly how long it had been since he saw that face but aside from his name, nothing else seemed to fall through. Dhruv had a thousand questions saved for a time if he ever saw Seo-Joon again but her he was now and there was nothing but silence. The low murmurs of his family and the quiet shuffling out to give them space was heard but barely acknowledged, eyes did not tear away from his friends face – but did the other even consider him to a friend anymore? That was the question now. With a heavy swallow and a rough rake of his fingers through his hair, Dhruv attempted to speak again, as casually as he could, "So you're here now... When did you come back?"

[heavensenthearty]

Many people say there were plot holes in The Glory about each crime and that the successful punishments depended too much on coincidences. But the way I see it, things are left open enough and we don't actually know how the discovery of each crime is staged, we just know the abusers received what was coming to them. That's the plot, it's not a mystery or detective show, it's a revenge drama. (SPOILERS AHEAD).

Take Teacher Kim's death for example. We know how he died but we don't know how he was found by the paramedics. Let's say his son moved some of the bouquets to another room after the teacher fainted and said he was moving them to where they wouldn't pose a danger to the teacher before the latter arrived home, but he busied himself before he could move them all. His father arrived home earlier than expected, saw the remaining bouquets in the room, panicked, dropped his inhaler, his son couldn't listen or help because he was in another room.

The police wouldn't be able to prove it happened otherwise.

Did he buy the flowers? No, they were gifts sent to him. Were his fingerprints on the flowers? Yes, of course they were, they were sent to him and he received them at the door. Were his shoe/footprints in the room? Yes, of course they were, it was his father's house.

Even if they were suspicious, they would need motive to build a circunstancial case. But they can't investigate motive if the physical evidence doesn't point to anything else than this being an accidental death at worst.

The point is that none of that matters because the spotlight isn't meant to be on the police but on the protagonist who is setting these events in motion.

As for the coincidences, I agree that Dong-Eun couldn't have known certain things would happen the way they did no matter how much she planned her revenge, but I also think those things weren't in her original plan. It seemed like she had clear goals but was flexible enough on how to achieve them. That's her established character. She didn't know what happened to Myeng-o immediately, but she was happy with the result and moved on.

And I think some others like Jae-Joon's crash and death were simply luck being on her side, which plays into the symbolism and irony of the story as well. Dong-Eun doesn't believe in God but she caught many "lucky breaks" in her journey as improbable as they seemed.

From the beginning, what were the chances that Yeon-Jin's own maid would need help with a revenge too? Dong-Eun says so herself.

There is even the no-so-subtle introduction of a God that believes in punishment when Dong-Eun "prays" to Him in front of Sa-Ra.

So, yes, that's one of the themes of the show rather than a plot hole.