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pips-fics · 3 years

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ask: Hi! I have a request too, if you have time. 👉👈 Chan and Changbin having both an stomach ache. (I’m good with any reason). Just those two need more attention 🥺

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the last time changbin had been sick was predebut. he’d been pretty new to the company and very young - he hadn’t been nervous about any of it up until that point, but something about the fever or the chills or the nausea or the loneliness had welcomed the homesickness that, up until that point, he’d had no trouble shutting out.

now, years later, he felt just as small sitting there on the bathroom floor, stomach aching. he was determined not to cry this time. it’s not like it would help, anyway. what would help, he hoped, was medicine, so he forced himself to his feet, and scoured the bathroom cabinets for something to help his stomach. he came up empty, nothing but a spinning head to show for his efforts.

changbin thought to himself that he should look harder, or go out to a convenience store to get something, and then he sat heavily on the ground in front of the toilet again, right back where he’d started. his ears felt so much like they were stuffed with cottontails that he actually stuck his finger inside to be sure. it wasn’t just that, though - everything felt fuzzy, and weighted down. he didn’t feel strong enough to carry himself, so changbin laid his head on the cool toilet cover, thinking, as he drifted off, about how gross it was, but also how convenient.

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changbin woke up to his stomach muscles clenching and ready to forcibly eject anything in his belly. he scrambled desperately to open the toilet lid and jumped at the noise it made when he succeeded, but he stayed firmly put. changbin didn’t have much of a choice. his body’s actions were out of his control for the next five minutes, dredging up more and more vomit. he shuddered during one of the few breaks he was awarded, wiped the mess off of his face using toilet paper, and had just a few seconds to wish that someone would wake up and help him. even as he thought it, changbin felt guilty; first and foremost, he wanted his group members to be healthy, and that included receiving a proper amount of sleep.

of course, he couldn’t linger over the thought for too long, as he was promptly being sick once again, but the sense of loneliness pressed on, more present than before, and he felt tears - not just of exertion - prick his eyes. he’d wake up tomorrow to a house full of too-loud boys, but for the time being, changbin felt really, truly alone for the first time in a while.

so, when a blanket fell on his shoulders, he just about jumped out of his skin.

“sorry,” a voice said, and changbin immediately relaxed, and then almost felt like laughing.

there was a part of the past that he’d forgotten. when he’d been sick all those years ago, he hadn’t been alone. chan had been there, the whole time, and here he was again.

“hyung,” changbin said when he was able, throat raw and tasting of bile, “you’re here again.”

changbin didn’t realize he’d been expecting chan to read his mind until he saw the confused look on the older man’s face.

“you must have a sixth sense for when i’m sick,” he explained - and then he hesitated. chan looked… well, regretful wasn’t quite the right word, but something about his expression made changbin feel bad. he cringed, and wiped tears from his cheeks.

“sorry, i mean– you’re always stuck taking care of me. you don’t have to, hyung, you should get some sleep.” the words pained changbin to say, even though they were entirely true. chan seemed to feel similarly, sitting ramrod straight, suddenly, face crumpling into an expression that was, very clearly, regret.

“oh, no, bin, no. i don’t–” chan hiccuped, and something suddenly clicked in changbin’s fevered brain, the final piece of the puzzle of the past coming together. chan kept talking, explaining how he couldn’t sleep anyway, and changbin nodded, but his mind was on a different timeline.

not long after he’d been sick, back when he was still a trainee, he remembered hearing that chan had caught his bug. back then, changbin hadn’t had a clue of chan’s illness until well after he was healthy again. he’d felt infinitely guilty for it - for not returning that favor - but chan himself and some of the other older boys had reassured him that it wasn’t his fault. chan was just really good at hiding things like that.

pushing his own nausea as far away as possible, changbin inspected chan closely. he really was good at hiding things, changbin thought. still, there were cracks.

in the dimly lit room, changbin couldn’t hope to tell whether the other man was sweating, but he did catch him wiping his brow. he caught chan shivering, once, his whole body shaken by a tremor, and after that changbin could see that the trembling never really stopped. and then changbin noticed chan’s hand moving to his stomach, hesitantly.

changbin spoke with every ounce of tenderness his body possessed. “why are you still up, hyung?”

the words came out sad, concerned, and warm, but chan didn’t seem to notice. he simply shrugged. “couldn’t seep,” he said, eyes darting away from changbin. “you know, the usual - i told you before.”

changbin thought that was probably part of it, but highly unlikely to be the whole story, especially when a heady belch escaped chan’s lips. he covered his mouth, quickly, with the back of his and, but there was really no way for chan to hide that once it had happened.

feeling nauseous once again at the sickly noise but determined, changbin stood, and walked over to chan. he put an arm around the older man’s shoulders.

“c’mon, hyung, i think i’m done. let’s switch.”

finally, chan relented, kneeling in front of the toilet. he was shaking, still, more now, but he turned towards changbin again, shaking his head.

“you don’t have to stay here, bin. you should get some rest.”

“hyung!” changbin scowled. maybe it was his fever getting the better of him, but he felt tears of frustration wet his eyes again. “let me help you,” he demanded. “please.”

a lot was the same now, as it had been. chan had always been a steadiness, not just for changbin, but for all of the members. he did have a sixth sense for when any of them were sick.

but some things had changed. changbin had gotten older - more stubborn, some would say, but he just wanted to do things right, this time. he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

he couldn’t tell if chan understood, or if his body had decided he’d run out of time, but it didn’t really matter. changbin stayed stubbornly where he was, kneeling next to chan as the older man threw up.

changbin’s own stomach flipped immediately upon seeing chan be sick, but he repressed the urge to vomit by sheer force of will. chan kept mumbling silly things, like “i’m okay,” and “don’t worry, bin,” in between possibly the most violent rounds of puking changbin had ever seen.

it wasn’t like he didn’t get it, though. watching someone he loved suffering like this - it was hard for changbin. every time chan gasped for air, changbin felt like he was drowning with him. every time chan whimpered at the force of a heave, changbin felt a little bit like crying.

he would have felt very useless, if he hadn’t felt the comfort of chan’s presence in the past. it felt odd, to changbin, to stand there and just rub chan’s back, but he knew it meant something.

he felt it, later.

when chan was about finished, just about ready to lean back, relax, and then try to sleep off the remnants of the bug, chan’s stomach rebelled one last time. it was an inopportune moment, and chan was too slow to get back over the toilet in time, so when his stomach muscles tightened, he curled over himself. the very little that was left in his stomach ended up as a dark brown stain on his shirt, and even after that chan kept retching. when he finally was done, for real, chan’s eyes were scared and pained and open, vulnerable in a way changbin hadn’t seen before.

shaking, chan reached for changbin. “bin, what– what’d i do,” he said, looking his shirt. “i can’t - what do i do now? i–”

“hyung! hyung, it’s okay.” changbin had the urge to laugh, once again. “do you remember what a mess i was, a couple years ago?”

chan’s lips twitched uncertainly. “but you’re sick, too.”

changbin snorted. “yeah, and you just barely stained your shirt. you don’t even like this shirt, hyung, take it off and we’ll go to bed, come on.”

and that was really all it took. it wasn’t easy, of course, getting themselves settled - they ended up on the couch in the living room, not wanting to disturb the others. by the time changbin gathered water for them to stay hydrated and trashcans - just in case - he was bone tired. but then, by the time he got back, chan was already asleep. conscience just a little bit lighter, changbin was soon to follow.

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whats-k-popping · 2 years

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INFO ON REQUESTS

If anyone is interested, I take requests for BTS sfs.

I am most comfortable writing these symptoms:

emeto/vomiting/nausea/motion sickness/food poisoning/digestive issues

snz/allergies/runny noses/snot

cold/flu symptoms

overexertion/fainting

pregnancy symptoms/mpreg

chronic illnesses/hospital stay/long term illness/mystery diagnosis

mental health symptoms/anxiety induced nausea/pan!c attacks

stomach ache/overeating/hiccups/belching

drunkenness/alcohol induced illness/adverse reactions to medications (members must be of age to consume alcohol)

injury/broken bones/wounds

If there's any symptoms you might want to see not mentioned above, reach out and ask. I'm always willing to try new things!

Here are some of my rules when requesting settings/scenarios:

I will not write anything romantic with an underage member. If a member is underage, the relationship will be strictly platonic.

I will not write smut scenes. It can be implied, but I will not write it out.

I will not do any gender-bending.

I will not write hybrid AU/ABO dynamics. (I'm just not comfortable enough with it to do it justice.)

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maplecornia · 3 years

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chapter 36

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 3.47K

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You watched them from the sidelines ever since you were a young teenage girl. Now you’re grown up, they’ve returned after 2 long years and everything has changed. What happens when you pull back the mask and find the darkness within? What happens when you see that they’re broken?

You try your hardest not to scream.

Teeth digging deep into your hand, tears streaming from your eyes, and arms wrapping themselves tightly around yourself, you find it hard to breathe. You try to tell yourself it'll be alright, that there's nothing to be afraid of, but your reassurances go unheard, the overwhelming noise in your mind too loud and drowning out any form of reason.

The images are too clear, the memories too vivid and real. You remember every detail, every emotion, every scar. And with each passing moment, those images continue to grow, pulsating along with the ever growing beating of your heart.

Blood melts into the screams, darkness fading into chaos, your body trembling as you remember his hands on you. Adrenaline coursing through your veins, you recall the once foreign but now frighteningly familiar touch of cold metal as you reached for anything to get him away from you. As you tried to fight back from a fate you had rather kept buried. You flinch as the echo of the gunshot resounds in your eardrums.

In the back of your mind, you know that it isn't real, that he can't hurt you anymore, that you did the right thing. You know that this is just a recollection of past events, things you can no longer change. You don't want them to change.

Murderer.

But the blood is already stained on your hands.

You killed him.

Your gaze hazy, you're well aware of the fact that your reality is blurring into one from the past, but your mind refuses to acknowledge that fact. All it knows is that your hands are dripping with hot sticky blood. That you sit in a pile of the liquid, a body lying not too far away, a gun held within your shaking fingertips. You thought blood was supposed to be red, but this blood is nearly black.

Sinner.

Instead of screaming, you hyperventilate, shivering as you turn to the body beside you. A body aged with the cruel fate of time, a body half-naked and eyes bloodshot and pried open in horror. It's a man, a man with the same face as your father. A man who would hit your mother and throw broken bottles at your feet whenever he was displeased.

You'll never be forgiven.

He is the one who gave your scars. A monster hiding within a facade of perfection. He is the one who would creep into your bedroom at night, force you to stay quiet else he'd kill your sleeping sister. The one who took away a precious part of you, who stole the innocence from your body the moment you had the capacity to remember.

You don't deserve anything.

A man you hated, a man with plenty of tears and pain in his own hands.

You don't deserve to be loved.

And yet, he was still your father.

At the thought, you can feel yourself retch.

The vision breaks and you pull yourself off of the couch in a hurry, blankets, and pillows falling around you as you hurry to the bathroom. Grasping either side of the porcelain toilet seat, you relinquish the growing rise of bile in your throat and last night's dinner into the water, the putrid stench making you belch once more.

Pulling away as the last of your strength is drained up by the vomit, you collapse against the shower walls, leaning your head against the marble-like stone.

How pathetic.

"Oh shut the fuck up." You hiss, running your hands through your tangled hair, and breathing heavily.

"I already know."

Taehyung shouldn't be this upset.

Still, when he sees the phone beside him buzz and Yen's contact flash up on the screen, he can't help but want to ignore it.

Is it so wrong to feel jealous?

Yesterday, the chemistry between Jhope and Yen was clear. They looked too perfect, almost made for each other. It made Taehyung wish he had decided on a couple concept. If he had known Yen would be modeling with them, he wouldn't have minded it. At the moment though, he had preferred not to deal with anyone he wasn't familiar with.

He's grown wary of trying to make good impressions on others.

Watching on the sidelines, however, he found it hard to believe that the girl who was posing beside Hoseok that day was the same Yen he had grown to know. Sure, she was nervous at first, but Jhope helped her feel so comfortable that they didn't hesitate to become more intimate with each other. Taehyung groans at the memory, and picks up his buzzing phone, glaring at the contact number flashing on his screen.

Maybe it's immature to be taking this out on Yen, but to be fair, his Mang plushie is taking a time out in the corner.

Why was it so easy for them to break the ice? Was it that easy for him and her to get along? Why did it feel as though she was holding back whenever she was with him?

Why does it bother him so much?

Groaning, he runs his hands through his hair in agitation before answering the phone. Despite his slight annoyance, he doesn't want to pass up a chance to talk to her. It's hardly been 24 hours and yet he still misses the sound of his name on her tongue.

No, he is not a simp.

"Hello?" he responds, keeping his voice feigned and disinterested. If he were trying to convince Yen that he was talking to her as a second thought, his advances fall on dull ears.

"Tae can you help me?"

Taehyung scoffs silently, turning back to the kdrama playing on the flatscreen TV he holds in his expansive living room.

Oh, she wants his help now? That's rich considering the stunt she pulled yesterday.

Taehyung, what the hell are you saying?!

He doesn't notice the slight panic in her voice, nor does he recollect the commotion on the other line as she fumbles for a broom in the supply closet.

"With what?" he murmurs, trying to decide if the MC will slap the supporting lead or if they'll begin kissing. With kdrama's, you can never be too sure. Personally, he bets on the slap. It'd certainly make things more interesting. The plotline has been pretty bland as of late.

On the other line, Yen lets out a tiny gasp of satisfaction as she retrieves the broom, turning back to the bathroom she had just run from at the sight of the intruder. Treading forward carefully, she holds the broom in front of her at arm's length, the phone held carefully to her ear with her free hand. Once she catches sight of the scuttling black figure, she swallows hard, her heart pounding beneath the safe case of her ribs.

"Are you good at killing--?" she starts to ask, but before she can finish her sentence, she breaks off into a scream as the black menace decides it'd be a good idea to rush towards her face. As she evades it, waving the broom wildly in the air, the phone falls from her careful grasp, clattering to the floor, and finally gaining Tae's full attention.

"Killing?! Yen?" Bolting up from his comfortable position on the couch, he glances towards his phone as though it'd help him understand just what exactly is happening on the other end. "What's going on over there?"

When she doesn't respond, screams and crashes of commotion sounding through the speaker instead, Taehyung immediately stands, hanging up the call and pocketing his phone.

He doesn't bother changing into more presentable clothes, in his mind Yen is in danger, and her safety is more important than the disheveled way he looks at the moment. Once his coat, shoes, and keys have been acquired, he dashes to the door without a second thought, all his annoyance forgotten and replaced with the desire to protect her at any cost.

You crouch in a corner beside the couch, praying to God or anyone who can hear you.

Shivering at the thought of it lurking within your house, you tighten your grip around the broom you hold in your hands.

Luckily, before the mishap with your phone and Taehyung, you were able to trap the intruder back in the bathroom where it came from. Now, you're hiding out in your living room, praying that it will somehow combust or die all on its own. Gagging at the thought of the large and slightly blurry menace, you curl up tighter into a ball.

If you had known roaches could get this big in Korea, you would have never come.

And here you were having a major character development moment.

Rolling your eyes in annoyance, you glare around the couch at the forbidden door to the bathroom. Roaches just ruin everything, don't they?

You have half the right mind to just stomp into the bathroom and destroy it right then and there, but then you remember the way it flew at you the last time you did that and shrink back into your hiding place, your resolve quickly broken.

God, why couldn't you have just finished the call with Taehyung? You know he's not reliable, especially considering you don't know him well enough, but still, it'd be better than dealing with a disgusting monstrous roach all on your own. And practically hiding from it like a pathetic wimp.

"Jae, these are the days when I wish you were here." You mumble, tightening your grip on the broom and trying hard not to cry.

Although the roach situation has temporarily distracted you for the moment, this morning's panic attack still weighs heavily on your mind. Jaejin would know what to do, how to calm you down, and let you know everything is alright. When...you lost your father, he was the one who stayed by your side. He knew what you had done, and he was the only one who didn’t look at you as though you were some monster. He only held you in his arms and let you know that he was there, that he'd always be there.

Sometimes it slips your mind that Jae was your childhood friend. That he was the one who lived next door, walked with you from school, and helped you watch your younger sister. You would protect him from school bullies, and he would always be ready with a bandaid for your skinned knees. There was a time in your life where you thought the two of you would be together forever.

And then you left, and you were separated.

Alone.

Just like you are now.

“If you’re always here, then where are you now?” You mutter, wrapping your arms around yourself tightly. “You’re just a liar.”

Back then he was the one who wiped your tears whenever you were sad. Now, there's no one to do that but yourself.

"Yen!"

At the rapid banging at the door, and the sound of Tae's voice, you flinch from your spot in the corner.

He came?

"Yen! Open up! You're not dead already, are you?! Oh God, please don't be dead."

Standing, you can't help but feel touched.

He...he was worried about you?

As he continues to bang on your door, you snap out of your reverie, reminded of the threat that still lurks on your bathroom floor. Now is no time to lose yourself to your emotions.

You dash to the door, the broom held in front of you in a defensive motion so you're ready if that roach somehow manages to escape from the bathroom. Quickly unlocking the lock and wrapping your hand around the knob, you open the door to see a disheveled Taehyung standing in front of you.

His hair is messy, shirt halfway buttoned, and pants loosely tied around his midsection. His outfit looks more like something meant for a day at home, and yet he still manages to look as handsome as ever. His hair shines with droplets of water, leading you to believe he took a shower not too long ago. As soon as he sees you, he rips the mask he wears on his face off and barrels into you, wrapping his arms tightly around your body.

Shocked, you don't make a move to hug him at first.

The smell of his shampoo wafts to your nostrils, his hair still damp and cool against your cheek. You're faintly aware of his chiseled chest pressed against your body, his hands large and warm against your back, his heat mixing with yours in an intimate bond that you've only ever dreamed about.

"Thank goodness you're alright." He whispers into your ear, and you have to try your hardest to refrain from shivering.

God, why does he do this to you?

Slowly, you return the hug, which only causes him to tighten his arms around you. For some reason, this is different from the hug you gave him on the rooftop that day. It seems closer, more emotional, almost desperate, and yearning. It doesn't feel like a hug mere friends would give, and at the thought, you inwardly chastise yourself.

Know your boundaries, Yen.

After a moment, you pull away, chuckling nervously.

"Of course I'm alright." He looks at you a bit confused, but you don't pay attention and take him by the hand. "But I need your help."

He barely gets a chance to close the door behind him before you’re in front of the locked door. Taking a deep breath, you hand him your broom, giving him explicit instructions to stand at the ready and slowly, carefully, open the door.

There it is.

The fat juicy black insect hides peacefully underneath the sink in the far right corner of the bathroom. It's dark body stands out against the ivory tile that plates the room, almost as though it were a stain on the world. For all you know, it might be. You shudder at the sight of its antenna moving ever so slightly as it senses the two new arrivals in the bathroom, and flinch as its spindly hairy legs prop itself up from where it was sitting quite serenely before. You almost swear you can see its black beady eyes glint before its slimy black wings raise and it lifts itself from the ground.

Letting out a startled scream, you pull back, slamming the door shut before it can escape. Breathing heavily, you swear you can hear it ferociously zipping around the bathroom having been trapped once more. You would have shouted childish taunts if it weren't for Tae's inopportune interruption.

"A roach." At the dangerously close proximity of his voice, you turn to him, surprised to find him a few inches away from you. Rolling his eyes, he presses his hand against the door leaning down so that his face is hovering over yours. "That's what you called me for?"

Meekly, you nod, smiling sheepishly. "What else would I have called you for?"

Scoffing, he rests his head against his hand, his chiseled jawline now located right above your peripheral vision. Swallowing hard, you try hard to refrain from doing anything you might regret.

"Honestly Yen, I thought you were being kidnapped or something."

You can't help but let out a slight chuckle, which only earns his eyes migrating towards you once more.

"Is that why you were so worried?" You tease him, your eyes sparkling as you look his way. You can't help but notice the way he wipes his hand over his mouth as he rolls his eyes and wonders if he's trying to hide his embarrassment from you. Your heart blooms deep within your chest at the sight.

"So what if I was?" he murmurs and as you turn back to him, you find he's leaned in closer, his eyes searching yours. For what, you don't know, but you meet the gaze with a wide-eyed one of your own. "Can you tell me something?"

Slowly you nod, and he reaches forward, pressing his hand against the same freckle that Hoseok acknowledged yesterday. You can feel your heart jump at the memory and you nearly nuzzle into his touch, before remembering that your clearly set boundaries exist.

"Do I do that?"

Looking back up at him, you find his eyes lidded, lips slightly parted as his fingers explore your cheek and slowly graze along your skin until he's brushed a curl of your hair behind your ear. You can feel a shiver run down your body as you do, and find yourself pressing your body tight up against the wall in an attempt to refrain yourself from returning his touch. You don't want to know what happens if you do.

"Do what?" you murmur, breathlessly, ignoring the way your stomach flips as he steps closer to you. You find your mind has gone blank, any urgency to kill the roach gone, and now replaced with curiosity and confusion. Both at the question, and at his actions.

His eyes never straying from you, deep with emotion and unspoken words, he presses his forehead against yours in a blinding connection. His hand moves from your ear to cup your face, his other wrapping itself around your midsection and resting securely on the small of your back. They're warm, almost comforting and this time, you allow yourself to wrap your hand around his, nuzzling into his touch before you remember that you're supposed to be keeping your distance.

"Do I make your heart flutter?"

Looking up into his eyes, you realize that it's too late now.

Why did it have to be him?

Before you can respond, or Taehyung can move any closer, your eyes spot something crawling on the wall opposite of the two of you, just above Tae's head.

As it moves, it flexes its wings as though to remind you that it's some hybrid monstrosity. Those beady eyes seem to roll to the back of its head and taunt you, reminding you that you can't keep it caged up in a place such as a mere bathroom.

Panic and fear rising in your throat, you go still, tapping Tae frantically on the shoulder. Confused, and a bit annoyed that you're ruining whatever moment the two of you were having, he pulls away from where he was just a few moments ago and raises his eyes to yours. However, when he sees the look on your face, he automatically realizes something is wrong.

Shaking, your face no doubt going white with fear, you point towards the squirming insect, trying your hardest not to hurl with the thought of it watching you as you slept at night. Tae turns to the direction you're pointing and sees the roach. It scuttles further up the wall at the attention it's getting, flapping its wings as though to show off the incredible power it has.

Tae sighs before turning back to you.

"You're not going to let it go unless I squash it are you?"

You nod, unable to pull your eyes away from the fat squirming insect, for fear that you'll lose it and be forced to live with it for another minute longer. Taehyung sighs, before pulling away from you and turning to the insect.

"Fine, but I expect some sort of reward for all my trouble." He mumbles as he pulls his shoe off of his foot. You nod exuberantly, hiding behind him, and peeking out over his shoulder.

"Yes, yes, whatever you want. Just please kill it."

You don't notice the smirk that appears on his face at the affirmation until he turns to you, meeting your eyes.

"Anything?" he prompts, raising an eyebrow, and you deadpan before smacking him in response. He chuckles to himself as you do before turning back to the roach that regards you with near animosity and prestige. "You better keep that promise, Tinker."

With that, he swings his arm back before capturing the roach underneath the sole of his shoe. You wince at the squish it makes, and try not to gag when Tae rubs it further into the wall for good measure. When he pulls the shoe away, to reveal a splatter of bug guts and juices near dripping from your wall, however, that's when you can no longer keep it in. You gag violently, coughing as you pull away from the sight and receiving an amused look from Tae.

"Well if you don't want to see its guts then I'll need something to clean it up with!" He calls after you just as you reach the kitchen to give him exactly that.

"No duh, Sherlock!" You retort in annoyance, but if anyone could see your face they would have thought you to be the happiest person in the world.

note : this one is a slightly heavier chapter, but VERY necessary. ALSO yall finally know some parts of Yen's past? What do you think about it? I've been setting a lot of things up to finally reach this moment, so I'm actually excited for the chapters to come next, even though they'll be a LOT of angst and heavy topics.

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b-radley66 · 3 years

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Crossing the Rubicon

This bit of fluff, with a touch of angst, and hopefully a bit of humor, is the product of an active imagination after seeing @adamruz’s BTS photo blogged today, as well as a convo with them about a tiny Season 9 of Chicago PD wish.

That Kim gets to drive the Jeep.

Here goes…

“Come on, Ruzek,” Kim Burgess says. “Lemme drive the Jeep.”

“Darlin’, I love you, but that’s not going to happen.” To punctuate his response, he wipes an imaginary spot off of the hood with the sleeve of his flannel.

Kim rolls her eyes. “I don’t know which is worse. You polishing the Jeep, looking in the mirror to make sure your ‘do hasn’t moved, or teaching Makayla to belch.” She stands in the door of the Rubicon. She crosses her arms, gazing at him.

For about the thousandth time since Kim had returned to duty, Adam thanks whoever he can that she can narrow her eyes at him, her arms crossed over her chest, her head cocked. She holds the pose for another ten seconds, then lets that wide smile grow over her features. The one just for him. He looks away, hoping that she doesn’t see his eyes starting to well.

She does. But she doesn’t let up. She bats her eyes at him. “I’m a CPD trained driver. I’ve driven in multiple pursuits. Hell, I even instructed driving a bit at the Academy. What gives?”

“Should I remind you about the fancy patrol car incident that Platt was going to kill you for? Or that pursuit that you wrecked in when the fake cop took a shot at you and the beach bum.”

He hides his smile as he sees the fire start. “I wasn’t even in the damned car when the concrete block hit the hood. Plus, Atwater was the driver of record that day. And again, I wasn’t driving in that pursuit. Roman was. We would’ve probably caught the asshole, if I had been,” she finishes.

Adam lets the smile fade when he thinks of when that pursuit had occurred. One day after she had given his ring back to him, pulling his world from under his feet. After a moment, he nods, then tosses the key at her.

He basks in the wide smile on her face as he sits in the passenger seat. She starts the Jeep up, then looks behind her, before pulling out.

As she does, she slams on the brakes. There is a metallic thunk as she does. Adam’s heart drops into his gut as he stares at her. Her eyes are wide, staring back at him.

Until a smirk grows over her face. He hears the metallic noise again. And again.

From where her hand is slapping the side of the door.

“I’m so glad that I know where your goat is tied up, bud,” she says. “Well, one of them.” She reaches up and swipes her fingers through his hair, quickly moving her hand from side to side.

“Hey! Don’t touch the hair,” he says. He immediately pulls the sunshade down, opening the mirror. He stops as her grin grows even wider. “Oh, payback is hell, Eddie,” he says.

She looks around, then moves close to him and gives him a quick kiss. “I look forward to it, Ida.” Her eyes look to be full of promise. “Doc said I was cleared for all types of payback. Giving and receiving.”

The promise in her voice and her eyes makes something twitch further down.

“5021 David, 10-1, 10-1. Foot pursuit, 2400 block of Division street. Three plainclothes officers involved.”

Kim sighs, but immediately spins the Jeep in the opposite direction, skillfully avoiding a minivan. “Better call it in. Kev might lose him before we get there.”

“Naw. Jay and Hailey are there. One of them can keep up.”

“My money’s on Hail,” she says. She looks away as she says it, a shadow crossing over her features.

Adam doesn’t respond. He feels the horsepower open up as she floors it. He manages to get the blue lights activated as she easily weaves in and out of traffic. Before he lifts the portable to his lips, he glances over to her; he feels the moisture in his eyes again as he sees something that he had nearly lost, in the pure joy on her face. One that he sees when she is with Makayla—when both of them are with her.

Life.

Life with very little of the darkness that he knows closes in on her when she is alone.

He basks in it.

#chicago pd #burzek #kim burgess #adam ruzek #the jeep #reference to cpd spoiler photo #@adamruz #@dedlund82

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mchiimii · 3 years

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Jamais Vu | BTS [Twenty-Three]

➜ Genre: Fantasy; Fanfiction

➜ Tags: fluff; angst; alternate universe; Alice in wonderland AU; flower shop AU; reincarnation; magic; soulmates AU

➜ Rating: Teen & Up Audiences (T)

➜ Pairing: BTS x Reader/Reader insert

➜ Warnings: mentions of blood and murder; violence

➜ Word count: 3.8k

➜ Notes: It took me two months almost three months to update. College almost started for me. There are a lot of responsibilities to do, plus constant writer’s block and demotivation to write. I just hope this chapter is not rushed or forced in any way because I’ve been on a hiatus for months now. Anyway, here it is, Chapter 23. I might write more chapters soon depending on my schedule. Feel free to write feedback!

Forgotten

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Flesh as fresh as the blood trickling down on both limbs. Arms and legs were sprawled on the ground to signify death's early arrival. The mortal's exposed torso was cut open, some of its organs sprawled outside the human's poor body. From a faraway, the grim reaper could smell the pongy odor of a dead mortal.

Jungkook shuffled on his deck of cards while scuffing near the mortal's lifeless state. Not even a hitch of breath was heard from the man who's helplessly lying on the floor.

It wasn't some kind of a murder case. It looked like a wild animal was hunting for its prey. Undoubtedly, the man was the animal's target which caused such a disturbing mess in the forest.

Jungkook scrunched his forehead and mentally belched at the disgusting graphics. With a few more contemplations, the grim reaper held his hand up high and waited for the clear smoke to dissipate. The soul flew upwards and disappeared into thin air, eventually sending the human's soul off to the Magic Shop.

The grim reaper lowered the tip of his hat and turned around nonchalantly. The details of his card finally disappeared - a cue for him to leave as well.

From the corner of his eye, a shadow swiftly exits his peripheral vision. Jungkook followed the figure without hesitation. The grim reaper tucked his death cards in his pocket with a determined expression on his face. He closed his hand and opened them forcefully while fluttering his fingers. A huge flaming sword appeared behind him, its blue flames surrounding the whetted blade.

Jungkook trailed the shadow to a corner and walked slowly until a figure appeared in his perspective. A back of a stranger faced him from a distance, his attire seemingly familiar and inviting. The grim reaper still held the sword behind him to plan for a silent ambush.

Step. Step. Stop.

The clouds stirred above him, creating a gush of air to blow his strands off his face. A simple rise of an arm had the guardian flying towards the other side of the forest before he had the chance to shear the monster in half.

A hearty chuckle filled Jungkook's ears, only to pierce his drums in a deafening noise. The time guardian sat and leaned his back on a trunk of a tree. He felt his head and his back burn from the intense pain.

Jungkook closed his eyes and felt a pang of infliction on his left leg. A small low branch impaled his thigh. He held the stick, setting it ablaze as he pulled it slowly off him. A gush of blood exuded from his cut. Jungkook pressed his palm on his open skin and summoned his goblin fire to heal himself.

The excruciating feeling had Jungkook wrinkle his whole face. He glared at Yeomra angrily and cursed him under his breath. A weak open of his palm had his gleaming sword back in his hand. The grim reaper rose from his feet shakily, gritting his teeth at his growing headache. He limped on his way to attack his opponent when Yeomra summoned a muster of shadow monsters to outnumber him.

"You're too predictable, Jungkook."

"What do you fucking want from me," he grumbled.

"Aren't you curious about how that human died?"

"I'm done playing games, Yeomra."

Yeomra smiled.

"Oh, my bad. I guess it wasn't surprising after all. Was the scene too upsetting? I could've used a different human instead of a frailly mortal."

Turns out the shadow king himself planned this the whole time. From the vicinity to the dead human body, Yeomra brought the guardian to a trap.

He purposely killed a human to summon a death card for the grim reaper. What for exactly? To infuriate him?

Jungkook lunged forward despite the pain he's experiencing from the lack of healing treatment he made for himself. He slashed the monsters with only a sword in his right hand. A blue shield formed on his left hand before the monsters had the chance to pounce at him. He pushed them away with his shield and jabbed or sheared them.

Yeomra remained far from his reach. His constant chuckles angered Jungkook with every movement of his sword.

He never expected any of this to happen. The unexpected death card was the reason why he'll arrive late. If he arrives by the time the moon is up and darkness is starting to devour the mortal's night, Yuna will be in danger.

The shadow monster might find her.

Jungkook propelled the tip of his sword through another monster. With another swift motion, he had the monsters oozing in dark ink and disappearing into nothingness. The guardian heaved a breath before trudging towards the shadow king.

Yeomra reappeared behind him and grabbed him by the neck. Jungkook jabbed his stomach with his elbow which surprisingly left him with a chance again. He swayed his sword side by side as Yeomra dodged his attempts. Yeomra teleported and disappeared again, leaving Jungkook in his vulnerable state.

"Is this what you want?" he gestured particularly at the natural resources around them. "Life wilts and rots. It isn't special so stop assuming like it's a treasure for a lifetime."

Jungkook pants while Yeomra laughs. The shadow king filled the whole forest with his hysterical chortles again. The grim reaper had his last sword movement to kill the shadow monster looming towards him—which surprisingly brought the other untouched monsters to disappear.

"I always wanted life but seeing it constantly infuriates me."

Jungkook finally meets him face to face. Yeomra had his arms over his chest, his grin slowly fading away. The grim reaper looked up to meet his eyes after crouching down a little to catch his breath. Jungkook straightened his back and plastered a plain expression to complement Yeomra's aura. He gripped his sword tightly then threw it on his side to make the flaming sword disappear.

Two embodiments of death stared at each other. The cool wind surrounded them. It uttered silence for the immortals in the forest. Both represented the underworld: one, a personification of death's apprentice; the other, a descendant of death—a devotee of demise. He only had one job: to cease the existence of a mortal.

Both may be subjected to life's counterparts, but they still differed. They don't share the same agenda but what they had in common is the attribute they represent.

"Life is beautiful when it blooms but once it ceased to wilt, it becomes unappealing," the shadow king continued. "The only way to stop that flower from blooming in an endless cycle is for it to die."

"What do you think should I do for it to wither?"

Jungkook's jaw stiffened at his analogy, thinking it's some kind of a provocation to tick him off. He gritted his teeth and snarled at the vengeful spirit which only made Yeomra stimulate the spark even more.

"I'll make it perish in fruition until it suppresses its limit."

He grinned, "I'll shower her with trust then let her starve in the end."

Yeomra leaned forward and left only a desired gap between their faces. He simpered at Jungkook's level then smirked at the guardian's inability to comprehend.

"Min Yuna, is it?" Jungkook's eyes perked at the blurt of the mortal's name. He finally knew the person he's referring to—the human bound to him and the other guardians.

"Don't you dare touch her."

Yeomra chuckled.

"Too late."

Jungkook summoned his sword again to pounce at the shadow king before him, but Yeomra was too fast to disappear in just a blink of an eye. The time guardian had the perfect chance to damage his opponent, yet he lost the opportunity to do so. Why was he too caught up in Yeomra's belittling instigations?

He was a good provocateur and perhaps, an embodiment of not only oblivion but also temptation.

A string of profanities left Jungkook's mouth. He forced himself to teleport to the botanical garden if only his wounds stopped bleeding. He limped on his way out of the forest—an attempt to run faster than the light. He wanted to save her, but he's limited to arriving on time. Every time he attempts to change his location, he only comes back and fails.

A deep breath of exhaustion trailed his chapped lips. The grim reaper transformed himself into a faint flare instead. The blinking will-o-wisp flew over the woods and chased the ticking clock.

The clouds grumbled, and a clap of thunder bellowed above him. The lighting dimmed, making him prominent in the growing darkness. A scream of his name echoed from a faraway which only meant one thing.

"Help...me..."

The vengeful spirit lost its control over the human. Jungkook sheared the spirit with his gleaming sword. The swift motion flashed a blue line across Yeomra's back. Yeomra broke down on his knees, coughed blood, and perished on his discomfort. Jungkook hurried towards the human to catch her with his arms. His strength only allowed him to carry her for a moment before both of them fell on the ground.

Jungkook held her head in his grasp and shakily touched her to wake her up.

He whispered her name breathily then patted her cheeks. Jungkook's voice wavered, and his eyes watered at the sight of the female's unresponsive state. He gulped then brushed his thumb across her lips.

"Yuna!"

Yeomra licked his teeth and grinned at the sight of the strange reunion of both an immortal and a mortal. He kneeled and crawled his way to the guardian's domain.

The guardian tensed his jaw then forced his left hand into a fist. He snapped his fingers using his right hand, making him and the mortal disappear.

The absurd phenomenon made the shadow king clutch the soil. Yeomra stood up slowly and pursed his lips harshly, allowing himself to process the uncanny situation at hand.

"You're not just a mere mortal with many lives," he glared at the ground with hands forming into fists.

"You're a guardian's maiden."

An eerie tune echoed in the kingdom's depiction of modern interior structure. A fireplace crinkled under the television against the accented wall. The white-washed throne room that served as the White King's major space became a place for discourse and recreation. His undying love for aesthetic and minimalistic style urged him to change his humble abode into something new and flourishing.

The wingless angel grabbed a handful of popcorn and watched the moving images before him. He munched his snack nonchalantly with eyes glued at the screen.

The skies grumbled and poured outside the kingdom. As soon as the main character turned around, a clap of thunder bellowed along with the shrieks the guardian made. Seokjin immediately turned his television off with a hand over his chest.

"Jungkook?"

The grim reaper looked at him in his big, doe eyes. The White King processed the situation for a moment before scurrying beside the guardian to interrogate his whereabouts.

"What happened?" Seokjin's brows knitted while his mouth hung open.

The grim reaper sighed.

"Who?"

"Yeomra."

A deep sigh escaped Jungkook's lips as he settled the human on the couch nearby. He quickly held her hand and sat on the floor, slouching at the sight of the woman's unconscious state.

"He did this?"

Jungkook hissed at the pain he felt on his thigh.

"He killed another human to summon a death card and use it as an alibi. It was already his plan to hurt her."

Seokjin slouched beside the grim reaper then laid his hand on the guardian's wound. The wingless angel used his magic to fully recuperate the immortal in pain. Jungkook groaned from the sudden infliction, still with a hand clasped over the human.

Perhaps, a guardian's grip stabilizes a living mortal in Wonderland. A mortal cannot simply stay in their realm unless a guardian guides him. Just like what the goblin said, a guardian should hold the human's hand when venturing in their void. There are consequences where the body of a living mortal will attract the souls of Wonderland either to possess the host or steal the body. Otherwise, the realm will suffocate the mortal.

It's very dangerous for a human to enter Wonderland, especially if they don't have a permanent guardian.

However, there are conditions that a human and a guardian should abide by. If a mortal is a guardian's maiden, they should never separate ways. It's mostly a guardian's grip that keeps a mortal stable.

If the mortal is not bound to the guardian permanently, then a sacrifice happens. Through Consensual Binding, the soul of a human and the blood of the guardian are sacrificed. An intimate act is established between them: lip contact and blood contact.

The guardian drops a few beads of his blood to dissolve it in a wine the human will drink. The human will consume the cup of the treaty and the guardian shall suck her soul. Only half is considered for the ritual or else, the taste will become bitter to endure once a guardian surpassed the desired limit.

Most of the time, it elicits carnal desires. It's just a complex version of a permanent or temporary lip contract. The only difference is that the Consensual Binding settles the agreement in an easy yet complicated way.

"You didn't listen to him."

Jungkook sighed, realizing the person Seokjin is referring to.

"Jimin told me everything, yet you chose to take the risk for the both of you," the White king stood up from his seat with arms folded on his chest and his back facing the guardian.

"You could have brought her to the Magic Shop!"

"I know."

"Yeah, just now, when you realized your carelessness." Seokjin deadpanned. He turned around and met the grim reaper's gaze upon him.

"When will you ever stop being reckless?"

Jungkook's tight grip softened. Everything about her situation reminded him of his broken past. It's the past that made him unstable – the past that made him this way. He may be prompted in his tasks and punctual in his schedules, but his mind is always occupied because of her.

"You're still thinking about that woman."

Jungkook froze.

"I didn't come here to talk about my past."

Seokjin laughed, "At least make it less obvious. You kept helping that mortal to commemorate with the woman you k—"

"Shut up!"

"You and Taehyung are just the same."

Jungkook gritted his teeth while forming his other hand into a fist. The fact that he never liked the comparison with the fox angered him more than the incident he caused in his past.

"Genuinely help the human not use her to reflect on your past. That's all I have to say for you to stop doubting yourself."

The White King scuffed his way out the room without another remark, leaving the guardian to deem in his worries.

[The rabbit hybrid held the human in his arms with his filthy hands. Wet blood stained the mortal's skin and clothes. He looked at the fox from a distance. The fox's gleaming eyes turned back to normal, along with his hybrid features. He crawled towards the moon hare to ask for his permission to cradle their lover in his arms. Jungkook refused, simply because the fox is still unstable.

Lust and Gluttony go along together because both had desires to consume in different ways. The other consumes food beyond his limits while the other consumes human blood to satisfy his sexual desires.

Predators. That's what the two represented when their sins control them.]

Beasts. Monsters. Predators. These are the nicknames the other guardians call the mad hatter and the grim reaper on the day of completing the embodiments of seven deadly sins. After they received a punishment from the higher class, they decided to pay their debt by repenting their sins and upholding the roles of a guardian.

Because the moment they realized that living in Underland will never bring their class back, they decided to work as guardians of Wonderland to take care of the youth or the golden.

Jungkook's eyes perked at the idea he thought as of the moment. There could be another way to wake the human so he could leave her side if he wanted to part ways with her whenever she's in Wonderland.

He remembered what Jimin told him about the Consensual Binding. But the thing is, will it work if she's already his maiden?

Maybe at least that will wake her up.

Jungkook decided to take another risk. He sat up and kneeled then clasped his fingers around hers. He arched his back then leaned down to her level to meet her face.

Without contemplation, he closed the gap and leaned in to start consuming her soul to wake her up.

Jungkook kissed the corner of her mouth. He brushed his lips across hers and nipped on its softness. He grazed his tongue to damp her dried flesh before sucking them delicately.

However, his eyes gleamed blue and his lips felt numb. He began feeling less of himself by the time he started the binding.

The sweetness slowly settled on his tongue, eventually replacing the bland taste of her soul. He continued consuming her until the flavor satisfied him.

Yuna breathed for air, but Jungkook continued holding her. She opened her eyes and felt a heavyweight pressed against her body. The pain started replacing the sudden spark of arousal in her body. She whimpered in his grasp as Jungkook continued devouring her lips.

He tightened his grip on her and pulled her harshly to his touch just so he could feel another wave of arousal from the contact. Yuna tried pushing him off but his strength was too unbearable. She had no idea what's happening. The only instinct she had as of the moment is a fight or flight response.

The female violently moved off his grip to use her hand but it was no use.

Yuna whimpered from his touch as she gripped his shirt to push him away. Jungkook lowered his head down to suck on her neck when the human started violently moving away from his pervasive attempts.

"Let me go!"

A harsh slap collided with the guardian's cheek.

Jungkook stepped back, his eyes glowing back to normal. Yuna looked at him, confusion evident in her eyes as she inhaled and exhaled a broken breath.

"Who are you..."

Jungkook stepped forward to explain himself but the mortal stopped him from doing so. She had her arm forward and her palm opened. She slowly gripped onto something - a pillow - to haul the object at him.

She stood up from her seat to scoot farther away from the man with a pillow on her left.

"S-stay away!"

Jungkook wiped his lips and rose an eyebrow, "Not even a thank you for saving your life?"

Yuna's gaze wavered. She immediately searched for an entrance to make a run for it if only his voice sounded less enchanting.

"I saved your life from that demon yet you chose to be ignorant."

Jungkook deadpanned. He wanted to spare the human a break but he immediately withdraw after remembering the consequence of leaving her alone, away from his touch.

"I need you to hold my hand," he grumbled bluntly. Yuna looked around, searching for a way out when Jungkook began walking in her direction.

"Wonderland is not a safe place for humans. You have to hold my hand or else—"

The wandering human quickly threw the pillow at him and hurried on her feet to reach the doorway. She made a run towards the archway, screaming for whoever is on the lookout.

"Help!"

Jungkook teleported right before her very eyes. Yuna gasped with a hand over her mouth, scuffing back towards a dead end.

"You could've just listened to me."

Jungkook followed her steps to trap her against the wall. The human looked around, searching for valuable material to attack the stranger, only to find nothing but fear and confusion.

She couldn't stop her gaze from falling into his hypnotizing trance. It was as if she couldn't perceive the other objects around her but his features.

The only thing she can remember is visiting the arboretum. The rest remained a blur to her.

But how on earth did she get here?

Or did she, perhaps, lose consciousness because this man tried doing something to her?

Jungkook followed every step she took until her back reached the edge of a table in a corner. A pair of eyes scanned the man from head to toe. Her forehead creased at the familiar proximity. Yuna's vision blurred. Her chest tightened upon seeing his features; her eyes welled up from the uncanny sense of longing. She wanted to break on her knees and sob under his scrutiny if only she knew the reason to do that.

Before Jungkook had the chance to reassure the perplexed female, Yuna's hand snaked behind her to feel the glass material she recently laid her eyes upon. She grabbed a bottle from the table and shattered it on a surface. She shoved the shard towards his direction then threatened him with her weapon.

The mortal had a questioning glare. Confusion was evident in her stares. The silence grew fond of their spaces. Yuna looked down and rubbed her head from the growing headache. She glanced back to the grim reaper then spoke menacingly.

"Stay back or I'll use this against you."

The grim reaper scoffed.

"This isn't the time to pull a prank on me, Yuna."

The human stiffened her back.

He knows my name...?

Jungkook scuffed a few steps to explain himself instead of deeming about the strange query.

She wouldn't hurt him if she knows him, especially if he saved her life. Now, why on earth is she acting this way?

"Who are you."

Jungkook laughed.

"Are you pulling some tricks on me to scare me off?" he chuckled at her stunts and still gave her a benefit of a doubt just in case she's doing what he originally presumed.

"It's not working at all so stop this nonsense."

"I said, who are you," she repeated, this time, sternly. It only contradicted her actions by the time Jungkook shortened the distance again and her hand started trembling at his proximity.

Yuna held the broken bottle with both hands to stop herself from shaking. She gulped and closed her eyes firmly when the grim reaper walked furthermore.

Jungkook knitted his brows.

It was as if she knew nothing about him, his name, or even his identity.

You don't remember me? He wanted to ask her that question yet at the back of his mind, fear told him otherwise.

Because from the looks of it, Jungkook couldn't recognize the person in front of him anymore.

It was as if he was forgotten.

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#bts #bts x reader #bts fanfiction #fantasy #soulmate au #flower shop au #polyamory #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #alice in wonderland au

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yooniestummy · 3 years

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vmin 🌸 but can u make jimin the sickie :(

contains: emeto, descriptions of being sick

a/n: i love carsick jimin so i decided to write it like this! i hope you enjoy!!

for the first time in a long time, the seven boys of bts were given the opportunity to take a week long break. a time to rest, heal, and do whatever they’d like.

taehyung, missing his family and not wanting to drive all the way home alone, practically begged jimin to accompany him on the trip. jimin, of course, agreed to come along.

seeing how happy it made his soulmate, jimin thought he had made the right decision. right up until they are about an hour into the drive.

jimin’s stomach is flipping mercilessly inside of him, making him feel absolutely miserable.

he stifles a small burp into his fist, the taste of the coffee he had for breakfast licking the back of his throat and settling on his tongue, making his mouth go sour. jimin closes his eyes and lets out a nauseous huff.

taehyung takes his eyes momentarily off the road to look over at jimin for the umpteenth time. his fellow 95 liner is looking a little worse for wear, and the way he’s being so quiet is making taehyung feel nervous. he doesn’t want to make jimin feel worse by bringing attention to his odd behavior, but it feels necessary at this point.

“are you feeling okay, sweetheart?” taehyung asks as calmly as he can.

jimin opens his eyes and stares directly out over the dashboard, not sparing taehyung a glance. “my stomach’s a little upset,” jimin admits in the most natural voice he can muster.

taehyung’s heart rate picks up a bit. “is it the drive?”

jimin hums. “i think i’m a little car sick, but it’ll pass hopefully,” he says, giving tae a small smile of reassurance. however, he quickly regrets looking over at taehyung as the vertigo he’s been experiencing increases tremendously.

jimin lets out a shaky breath, putting his fist up to his lips as he looks out the front windshield again.

when he was younger, his mom told him the best way to get rid of motion sickness is to focus on the horizon line of the road, and try to take your mind off of it. and jimin is doing everything he can to avert his attention off his queasy, restless stomach.

taehyung is lost in his own thoughts, feeling bad for making jimin sick. logically he knows it isn’t his fault, but he still feels sympathy for his best friend. taking one hand off the wheel, taehyung places it on jimin’s leg, gently moving his thumb back and forth as a form of silent comfort.

taehyung begins to wonder if he should pull over to let jimin get some fresh air and take a break from the ride. before he can make a decision however, he hears jimin give a harsh hiccup, followed by a sickly belch.

“tae, can you pull ovuuurk-” jimin’s urgent request is cut off by a soft, but wet gag.

taehyung checks if anyone is around and quickly pulls over on the side of the road, just in time for jimin to swing open the door and heave up his stomach contents.

taehyung hops out of the drivers side and runs around the car where jimin is bent over the grass, heaving relentlessly. he places a gentle hand on the center of his back and the nape of his neck rubbing gently as he gets sick.

“you’re okay baby, it’s going to be okay,” taehyung says, cringing at the sound of the splashing on the grass.

jimin looks up at taehyung when he’s finished, the sight heartbreaking. he’s incredibly pale, eyes watery and nose runny from the exertion of vomiting.

“oh my poor jiminie, i’m so sorry you got sick,” taehyung says, taking an exhausted and drained jimin in his arms and hugging him as gently as he can. jimin sniffles into tae’s shirt, still feeling dizzy.

for a few minutes, he lets jimin melt and relax into his embrace.

“do you think you can handle the rest of the ride or—” before taehyung can finish, jimin’s whimper cuts him off.

“can we just...just stay like this for a little. i’m not ready to drive again yet. please just stay here with me for a minute,” jimin says looking up at him, his voice sounding raw.

taehyung smiles sympathetically, letting jimin tuck his face back into his chest.

“of course baby, don’t worry. i’m right here. take as long as you need.”

#yooniestummy writes #yooniestummy emeto #sick!jimin #caretaker!taehyung #emeto tw

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jktummies · 4 years

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Hi this is my first time posting a bts wg fic

- I just wanted to try a genderbent Tae with a fat jin

- Fat jin x fem Tae

- stuffing

- gassy jin

- Please enjoy :)

Taehyung held up the last piece of brownie to Seokjins mouth, watching as he already has it opened and ready; his mouth and chubby face covered in grease and crumbs.

An hour in and they had already finished the two boxes of pizza, bucket of chicken and now the whole brownie platter. The stuffing had his shirt barley covering his chubby chest and shelf right under it. His middle already sticking out past his usual extension. Back fat pushing him away from the couch.

Antsy she grabs the ends of his too small shirt, struggling to slip it off. But the view so worth it.

“Fuck” Taehyung threw her head back, hips rutting into his stomach causing his whole mass to jiggle. She runs her hands all over his soft body feeling him up until they stop at his moobs. She lets out a breathy laugh. “Shit jin I remember when I was the only one with a pair.”

A moan tumbles out of his mouth as she gropes them, flicking his nipple with her pretty fingers.

God he remembers to; remembers when he was a lean 139 ponds meeting beautiful tae in their god awful am class. Taehyung is still the same size from when they met but Jin.... jin had skyrocketed in his last year towards a whopping total of 367 pounds.

She glances at him eyes hooded and wearing a smirk. “Now though I think they’re probably bigger than mine.”

He smiles “exactly what we wanted baby. Now pass the cake”

Taehyung laughs, reaching over to her side to grab the cake to stuff into her boyfriends mouth. Seokjin’s tastebuds are already watering as he watches tae unbox it. She cuts a whole slice; carefully bringing it over to Jins open mouth. She watches his lips expand to swallow it whole. She watches him chew, chins folding and cheeks so chubby compared to when they first met. As soon as he swallows she gets another and watches him all over again.

She licks her fingers after stuffing him with the last piece, leaning over to give him a quick peck and lick off excess frosting on Seokjins cheeks. “Want something to drink baby?”

“Please”, he huffs.

Tae hums having a hand rub soft circles on the very top of his taut stomach as she reaches down for the gallon of milk. Seokjin let’s out pleased hums at tae’s motions. His fingers grabbing her arm and pulling her with a force to sit on his gigantic lap ...or what’s left of it.

Tae giggles as she’s plopped on. Seokjin reaches his chubby fingers towards her shirt motioning it to take it off like she did with her pants an hour ago. She smiles as she can feel jins eyes on her as she slips it off, her own chest bouncing free.

His fat hands immediately gripping her waist to bring her towards him, sinking her down into his plush middle.

She pecks him again feeling his fat on her lean frame and pushing outwards. She brings the gallon of milk up and tips it into his mouth and watches as his lips swallow the opening and his girthy neck tipping back to reveal more plush padding.

He’s used to taheyung’s feeding so he knows that she won’t let him take a break until this whole gallon is finished. He gulps it down feeling the liquid settle at the bottom of his gut.

“Fuck.” Taehyungs vocabulary is always reduced when she sees jin stuff himself like pig. They still have some soft cookies waiting to meet seokjins gigantic mouth and she can’t wait to stuff him with those.

He taps taehyungs slim hip telling her he’s done. She leans back putting away the gallon and grabbing the tray of the final treats

“Think you can handle some more big guy,” she teased hand patting his belly.

Seokjin grins, “try me.”

Grabbing a cookie Taehyung starts shoveling it into his mouth. She doesn’t even wait for him to finish when she’s already holding the next one against his lips. Seokjin knows Tae’s getting desperate now. Wanting to get off to what a huge slob he is.

His stomach grumbles and the scrunching of Seokjins face means one thing. He’s a bit gassy. Taehyug stops; seeing his face in distraught she puts the tray down, hands cupping his chubby face. “Milk starting to get to you tubby?”

Seokjin hums, “Do you even have to ask” A loud gurgle of his stomach has both of them groaning . “Please Tae I need your hands.”

She coos and flicks at his double chin real quick before she pushes her hands in the fat. Despite all the food it’s still soft down at the bottom and sides. Tae begins to rub and knead at his underbelly. Listing to seokjins pleased sounds she knows she hit the spot when his fingers grip her waist tighter. God he’s so huge Taehyung just can’t get enough.

His girlfriends hands feel so good all jin could do is moan, whine and groan as they move to make him feel better.

“So fucking fat jin. You really can’t stop can you. Your fat ass barley fits on the couch anymore.” Seokjin ruts up at the embarrassing insults.

“Barely going to fit In your lap anymore if you keep growing.”

Right at that moment Taehyung kneads at the perfect spot causing a sudden belch to escape him.

“Gods baby”, she squirms, hips grinding down and seokjin can feel how soaked she is if the stain on her panties isn’t a dead give away,

“Such a fat pig!” She grips his stomach and shakes it causing his insides to growl. Another burp rising it out of him followed by another monstrous belch.

His breathing rises after that. Tae hissing, “you’re really panting after a few burps. So fucking fat jin that your sweating after eating.”

Tae then starts pushing looking for gas bubbles for Seokjin to release.

His eyes close. “T-Tae,” before he can finish a loud fart is bursting through causing his lap to vibrate and Tae along with it.

She moans loudly at that slumping against him, hands now rubbing his fat sides.

After a few more pushed out gas, Tae sits up.

“Think you can hold up in bed?”

Taehyung looks so pretty as she bites her lip waiting for an answer.

“Definitely just help me get up.”

She squeals as she gets off his fat tree trunk thighs and sticks out her arms. “Hands handsome”

Seokjin grabs on and with full effort Taehyung pulls. After the third attempt Jin is finally up on his already aching feet.

Taehyung’s eyes are gleaming seeing his gigantic stomach stick out so far from his body. Boxers hidden under the rolls of fat. She hums happily walking behind him, smacking his ass that causes him to jolt and jiggle all over.

Jin just grins at her cheeky behavior. Grabs her arm and waddles them towards their bedroom.

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forthehardonofgrayskull · 4 years

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Fiiine, you’re already on your way, regardless. It’s late at night in Bright Moon, just enough moonlight and shine from nearby crystal lamps to light your way. The purples are a darker shade, the blues are more pronounced, you can hear the bubbling of some water... somewhere. Probably another indoor waterfall. It masks your footfalls as you slide into one of the palaces many pantries.

You’re perfectly welcome in these at all times, as most are, especially so late at night. Opening one of the storage areas, you are met with an enchanting array of options. Plenty of sweets and pastries, many personally sized, but there was still a few full sized cakes for taking. They were made earlier in the day, set aside, not used in events or distributing.

Easy pickings. You look to and fro, even though it’s very late at night and you’ve only seen the occasional guard on a half asleep patrol, but you bag quite a few things to take bag with you. As promised, three full cakes. Not enormous on their own, each double layered though, a gallon equivalent jug of milk from colder storage, and a few smaller things, because you don’t want to make another trip down when you inevitably wanted more.

It’s a load, but you bring back the three cakes, all of that milk, and a tray of filled sweet buns. You don’t even pay attention to the flavor, and momentarily scold yourself for taking EXTRA. Not scold, more like personally judge. You, thinking that you’d still have room after three cakes and a big jug of liquid? No wonder your thighs rub together when you walk, no wonder each step makes you belt dig into your stomach just a little, forces you to suck in your stomach when you have to tug up your pants...

The bounty is deposited anxiously in your room, and you shut the door, pocketing your pad. Gotta focus. You shamelessly admit you could totally fit it all with some strain, bt still, doesn’t matter. Time to start.

You didn’t think about flavors when you were picking them up, but the first one is some equivalent to red velvet. You cut it in big fourths, turning that sacred weapon from knife to fork, alternating between a few cheek puffing mouthfuls and taking heavy gulps of milk. It’s almost mechanical, slightly frenzied, you were genuinely hungry and thoroughly aroused. An entire cake sits heavily in your stomach, bloating it only somewhat and forcing you to unbuckle everything. The second is a nice chocolate, very pleasant, and you’re moaning to yourself quietly as you eat that thing in equally big fourths. At some point you use your hand, you don’t remember when, but you’re doing your best to not make a mess. Two full cakes make you huff and strain, stomach gurgling in earnest now, sitting heavy and slightly firm in your lap.

Three is where you struggle. It’s covered in so much whipped cream and strawberries, you feel like you’re drowning, and each gulp of liquid seems to add to the swell in you that much more. At some point you laid back against the pillows, propped up, decadently bringing bites to your lips (taking short breaks to indulgently rub at yourself, half admiring how much your gut’s swelled), and chugging.

By the end of it you’re groaning and gurgling, belly tight, resting on your thighs. The last of the milk is gulped painfully, your face all red, but your hand continues to move. Those buns are filled with a sweet bean paste that’s still heavy, but you can’t help it. You continue to nibble, the other hand caressing your bloat. Fitting in just a few more of the things...

You return to your pad, stifling belches.

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bangtanarejustboysafterall-blog · 6 years

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11, 12, 25 💕💕 lol just wanted to ask you more if that’s ok 😂

That’s okay 11. Have you ever had a fart or burp contest with someone? Tbh, I have never~ :O I never burp in front of people, but fart sometimes (If I am super comfortable with that person) Im usually pretty “polite” about that stuff huhu~

12. Have you ever put somebody into the “dutch oven”? This, I have done a couple of times , not gonna lie :”) to my best friend LOL , but they do it to me too so its payback25. Use three adjectives to describe your ideal fart or burp.I love this question tbh :’DFart would be : Bubbly, Wet, loud ~!!!! Bubbly ones are the best tbh lol Burp: Deep, loud, long ~

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jooneggs · 5 years

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The Star From Santa | Jin ⭐

⤑ Pairing: Jin x Reader ⤑ SUMMARY: Christmas in the city just isn’t the same. Especially when your harboring a longing for the mysterious man who made you adore the night sky just months ago ⤑ Genre: Fluffy | Angsty | And a lil’ bit Smutty ⤑ Warnings: Swearing, Homesick and Sad y/n, Drinking, Sexual Tension, Oral (f)) Receiving, Nipple Play (f), Kim Cuddles ⤑ Word count: 7.7k

A/N: This is my first ever BTS fic, and first time to ever participate in an online writing project. I was a Secret Santa for @bloodpotato, and i couldn’t be more thankful. It was such a pleasure to get to know more about you as a person and a writer; you really are a sweetheart. I will always be reminded of your answer regarding star-gazing and cloud-watching as it has reminded me of how lucky i am to live in a place where i can watch the sky in the countryside whenever i'd like to. I also, as someone from England, learnt a lot more about Christmas down under *whoop whoop*! I really hope you enjoy this one shot and have a beautiful Christmas, love Roxy.

Also a quick thank you to the honey’s at BTS Writers Collective for having me as a member of their Network and for organizing this project with many other writers, i had a lot of fun 💜

This definitely didn’t count as the first time you felt you were literally drowning in coffee.

It was only 6am and you had already found yourself crawling out of bed to your desk to slave over work with your partner in crime, caffeine. The feeling it gave you was warmth, but all around you was evidence of yet another year of Christmas’ return. A small pine tree suffocating in tinsel lent broadly on your windowsill, whilst the streets below seemed to glow with spirit.

If it weren’t for your non-stop schedule, you would have stopped for an hour or two at your window and become completely entranced in the flow of rosy-cheeked shoppers and lights. You liked the lights the most, but staring at them for too long could almost pierce the veil that you were really happy with the way things were currently going.

Although it felt like a millennia, it was just two months ago that you had started working as a sales assistant for a local retail store that just needed extra staff to cover Christmas time. Things had been rough since moving away, you guessed, and had immediately tried to soften the blow by pre-occupying yourself.

You had tried a convenience store which fell through when you tried to confront some obvious thieves against your managers wishes. You had then attempted to work in a jewelers, before being dismissed for being too friendly to the customers, almost ‘befriending every single one’ as your manager put it. That kind, outgoing streak in you seemed like your ultimate downfall, before you finally found yourself as a sales assistant with things looking-up as the senior staff seemed to cherish the youthful spark within you. And you quite enjoyed working there, spreading your knowledge and learning things about each customer as-well; it felt a bit like life had just softened all the blows and gave you a hearty pat on the back.

Of course the pain from moving didn’t just disappear. You supposed it was time that almost bandaged that wound. Yes, you’d call it a ‘wound’..maybe now a scar. That’s what moving away from your hometown in New Zealand felt like to you. No one can deny that childhood heavily influences the entire spectrum of a human, so it felt safe to say that the countryside had forever bred a love for monotony and peace inside of yourself. Walking to work each day, you seemed surrounded by noise: the sound of cars, the small violence of neon shop lights and the constant buzz of conversation. This was not the same a few years ago before you moved. Out in the sticks, things flowed with a calm intensity: everything felt as one. It just felt more bearable to work, live and breath.

Each evening you’d find yourself re-cooping under the nearest loose-leaf shaded tree or patch of grass near your house, a book and pencil in your hand, or sometimes just you and your thoughts. During that time, you’d worked in a bakery next to your house. It was a small village near a beach, and you found it easy to navigate yourself between neighbors and small shops. Most fondly, when thinking back to your home, you’d remind yourself of the field closest to the bakery. It seemed like only yesterday you were smuggling rolls from failed batches into your backpack to enjoy during your lunch break. You felt like The Famous Five itself (except from it was just solitary you) buttering bread rolls in a quiet field, attempting to converse with nature herself. The blades of grass, the dopey little flowers that seemed to smile back at you, and the sky..

The sky..the clear sky was the best. It seemed to clear any worries you’d had that day.

And then, of course, there was 'him’..

The city smog here would often shadow the stars, leaving you feeling like the only entity on this earth. Couple that with the fear of you spending another year without visiting back home to see actual stars and experience undeviating peace; you felt completely fucked over.

A sudden shrill sound of trucks passing blared through the window, pulling you from your thinking. You shook what felt like dust-mites from your hair. Staring around absentmindedly, you noticed you’d unconsciously downed all the coffee from your mug.

“Ah..this isn’t any good.” You belched, almost fully deflating in your chair. The desk below you felt littered in paperwork from work. You’d recently been given overtime. ‘Overtime’ meaning absurd hours into the holidays where all you felt like doing was kicking your feet up and watching something you love. That, at this point however, felt extremely optimistic as you now had just a day before the deadline to file through papers you hadn’t chance to finish in your last shift.

“Bags feel heavy..” You murmured “My eye bags feel heaaavy..”

You filed through the sheets below you, all the blanks needing to be filled in were more than obvious to your eyesight. What was all this for anyway? You vaguely remember sitting through a precarious training session at work that answered the above question, but you also vaguely remembered it going right over your head. At this point, you wished you could just spend your days glued to a window, just observing and doing nothing at all.

Thumbing at the sheets, the nerve to refill on coffee shook your senses, bringing you to your feet. The large mug hanging from your hand paled in comparison to the weight you felt was dragging down on your small frame. You hoped a nice drink and the process of walking a few meters would give you some air.

You unlocked your bedroom door, always cautious to remain private, and stepped out onto the corridor to reach the kitchen. Moving closer, the sound of traffic from your room faded, and your roommates jovial humming filled the space. Stepping into the doorway, it felt like you had walked into some kind of psychedelic grotto, as your roommate could not be heard humming notable Christmas tunes. Dangling on a wooden dining chair, she seemed tempted to cover your Christmas tree in as many colors and designs as possible. Ornamental hot-dogs, cats, rainbows, teddies and doughnuts hung on each branch, almost screaming out to the entire world to be paid attention to. Moving closer to inspect the madness of the tree, you felt surprised that your roommate didn’t feel confident enough with this bright display to proclaim it to the entire block of flats.

“Ah Toya, you’re nuts!” You exclaimed.

“You could say that..” She laughed, halting her humming and stepping clumsily from the chair to seat herself opposite yourself.

“You’re literally, a complete Christmas cracker!”

“Well..” She said, pondering her own work “I think it definitely makes a statement.”

That’s for sure, you thought. Gazing at the Christmas tree, you seemed to spot every single element of her glistening in the tinsel. Around the room, you noticed so much of her work; not just the decorations, but the tidiness. You felt like you had been locked away in your room for days, simply apparating to and from your bedroom to your job. Looking at all of this only made that feeling more seated in your stomach as you realized just how much you’d missed socializing with your roommate.

“Y/N” Toya said, standing up and gently patting your shoulder, moving you out of your thoughts “Hey, I need to speak to you about - “

“Do you think i need to stop drinking coffee?” You blurted “Sorry - I mean..i’m struggling a bit with my work and it seems to help but I've been in my room a lot now and I feel bad about being away from you and just not being this crazy socialite that I usually am.”

“Judging from the length of that sentence, I think you’ve probably had enough caffeine for today.”

“I - “

“Why don’t you sit down so i can have a word with you regarding - “

“Hold on a second Toya. Sorry, i just want to get myself one more cup, then i’ll ration myself on water for the rest of the day, k’ay?” With that, you hustled over to the kitchen worktop and began to make another brew for yourself that was gonna be a lot more than just small.

With the coffee jar in the base of your hand, and its granules filing their way into your mug, you felt Toya’s eyes searching yours from the other side of the room. Things had hushed since you denounced your second coffee escapade for the day, and you suspected she wasn’t too happy with the way you were acting; you weren’t too happy with the way you’d been acting yourself.

Whenever Toya felt a led of resentment towards your behavior, she’d do this - just stop talking and confront you with her eyes. At this point in your friendship, you could tell instantly when it was going to happen. It was her silent way of judging, but acknowledging you at the same time.

When you’d left home and took up your first job in the city, you’d met Toya: hiding in the nooks of a storage room at your convenience store, rummaging through boxes of candy to deliver, a lollipop in her mouth. You were the cashier and she was the local delivery driver who scooted her way around the neighborhood each week, running errands with a smile on her face. That contagious smile brought out the socialite within you, and three months later you looked at Toya as a friend, and a roommate.

You suspected she’d seen your downward spiral, and so her staring had become more frequent recently. This was, inevitably, a game of cat and mouse..and soon she would end up catching right onto you..the cat who got the cream. It was only the fact that she cared about you, and the fact that you wouldn’t open up to her that made her once vocal attempts turn to silent, vicious calls to action.

But you were scared to say anything really. Your innocence, your childhood, your hometown was this fragile thing stored deep within you.

Not only that, but how would you be able to tell her about ‘him’?..it all just felt easier to avoid.

“Ah shit, i guess that’s the last of the coffee granules..” you grumbled, letting the coffee jar go empty and your mug liquid black. You screwed the lid back on with applied tension and began to move toward the door with your beverage, letting Toya’s eyes follow you.

“It’s not about you moving away, is it?” She chimed.

“..What?”

“Well..you are hurt because you’ve moved all of a sudden and its a big change, right? But that’s not just it? That’s not the main reason.”

“I need to get this paperwork done, I'm sorry.” You felt frozen, attempting to walk back to your room and away from her despite your body desperately telling you to turn back and be honest. It wasn’t entirely the truth and - hell you knew that, you’d told yourself this every day - but you couldn’t just tell Toya everything. You couldn’t even say ‘his’ name. You decided that you would never bring him up unless he made himself visible to you. On that note, you felt your bedroom door close behind you and the world fall away a little bit as your mug met the desk and your back met your chair.

Thinking like this was a dilemma; The definition of its adjective: using thought or rational judgement, seemed to contradict every illogical and irrational thing running through your mind right now. This was the whole reason why sticking to bed, caffeine and staring out of windows made life much easier for you, it disabled you from thinking like this and simply focusing on the task at hand, even if that task was lying in bed. Of course you knew it contradicted everything you were and loved back in the countryside, but like animals adapt to changing habitats, you had simply adjusted to compete with the concept of living in a state of constant sensory overload.

Okay. Think straight. Put your coffee down - yes, leave it, no drinking. What was the best thing to do now? Tugging your phone from your pocket, you realized only an hour had passed..and you had a whole day to complete this work. I mean, it was only 7am, sleep didn’t seem entirely unjustified..

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“Good morning, your listening to The Edge Radio Station, Auckland. The summer holidays truly are out and were getting on our festive gear with some of your favorite Christmas Classics. -”

It was the distant thrum of the radio that brought you out of your sleep; that, and the fact you felt you were jolting around at 50/mph. It wasn’t long before the far off hope for more sleep suddenly made you realize you weren’t sitting at your desk; at least the constant movement of your body didn’t make it feel like that.

A quick panorama was all it took to bring you to your senses. You were in a car seat, your legs twisted horizontally, thumping against the chair. Your hands wriggled in your lap, and you felt the slight sensation of drool pooling down your jaw. Lazily wiping your mouth you peered out to your right. Toya sat in the seat next to you, slouched in the backrest, casually orienteering the steering wheel. Her black hair was slightly muzzled, a habit in the midst of her frustration, her clothes exactly the same as the ones she wore this morning. With the placid look on her face, you wondered what had led her to placing you in her car and spontaneously driving off. A distant memory of her wanting a ‘word’ with you floated around in your mind bringing you to the conclusion that this was what the ‘word’ was going to be: a trip somewhere that was probably foreign to you.

So where were you headed? What urgency required you to drop all work and all plans on Christmas Eve to be dragged unconscious into a car and driven away by your roommate? The fear of missing deadlines and skipping work fizzled in your stomach, wondering how you’d ever explain this to your manager, your colleagues and a more than disappointed set of parents.

“Ah so your awake?” Toya said, turning slightly toward you.

“What have you done now? I need an entire explanation.” You replied, sitting up straight, letting your hands cling to the dashboard.

“What have you been doing with yourself y/n? I’ve shook my hair up in frustration because of you, you’ve let yourself slip.”

“I’ve been slipping since i first took that job at that fucking convenience store..”

“Right, and i thought..” She paused, scratching her head “I thought that you’d only get worse spending Christmas cooped up in our flat with just my crazy ass to keep you company. I mean, i know i’m not much help, but you’re so private you don’t tell me anything, you just crack jokes. And i was trying to speak to you earlier, to tell you i wanted to take you somewhere. I didn’t want it to have to get to the point where it feels like i’m kidnapping you because you value coffee over important conversations.”

You mumbled an incoherent ‘yeah’ in response.

“So I guess now is the time I reveal to you what i’m doing..”

With an exhale, she loosened her grip on the wheel and grabbed your hand. Eyes still on the road ahead of her, the unexpected touch helped to bridge your barriers and relax you ever so slightly.

“I’m taking you back to your hometown y/n. I thought you could spend Christmas Eve there with me or just by yourself, then on Christmas Day you could go to your parents..i mean, I've contacted them and everything.”

It felt like an electric bolt had run through you “What? What?!”

“You needed to get out for a bit, I had to do this.”

“But Toya, what about my work and everything. I purposely locked myself away because I couldn't go out, I just couldn’t make the time.” You felt yourself gasping and all of a sudden the familiarity of the scenery washed over you.

It was the red budded trees you instantly recognized, standing tall by the roadside in little colonies, their wide branches leaning out to you. Metrosideros Excelsa, the epitome of Christmas and the most precious thing about the season to you was, all of a sudden, everywhere. They were evergreen plants, with beautiful fluffy red flowers, topped with yellow buds. On Christmas Eve and New Year’s, you’d go the short distance to the beach with your family and shelter yourself under one, watching the sunset and the tide slowly pour in. At night, the tree would turn a burgundy red, its branches whistling in the gentle wind. It was custom each year to witness fireworks on the beach, go swimming or attend a village barbecue to reflect on the seasons.

But how could you enjoy these things once again with the thought of progress on your mind, with the looming fear of disappointment from your peers creeping over you?

“It’s okay y/n, I've sorted everything out, absolutely everything.” Toya chimed, a smirk running along her lips, her hand squeezing yours “I spoke to your manager last night, and told him about your situation. You know how proud they are of you and how much of an asset you are to the company, as much as you want to deny it. Anyway, he was very sympathetic and took it as a debt to you to give you a week off as ‘sick pay’ on account of poor mental well-being. Mam and Paps know part of your situation as well and they can’t wait to have you over for Christmas Dinner; they were practically vibrating with excitement down the phone line when I rang them this morning.

You felt dumbfounded “I don’t know how to thank you enough Toya.”

Her hand moved back to the steering wheel, the surroundings becoming ever more familiar and comforting “You don’t have to thank me. Go and enjoy yourself for a bit.”

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It was a small parking bay at the edge of the village farm that you stopped at. you nervously shrugged off your seat belt and stood out in the warm air as everything washed over you. As calm as the nearby sea, it felt you had never really left, like you could just let the past few years fall from your memory.

“Do you need some alone time?” Toya murmured, standing in the distance like a silent spectator.

“Yeah..i think so. Is that alright?”

“You do what feels right, honey-bun, just meet me at the local bar if you feel a bit lonely.”

With a nod in her direction, she hugged the small of your waist and galloped off into the distance. You were left like a little stick figure in a vast, desolate space and it felt absolutely liberating. Just what would you do now?

Your feet, almost unknowingly, led you away from the small farm field and onto a narrow lane ahead of you. You were reminded that this was the lane you used to take to work, and the lane you would take home afterward; it was like the main passageway for all your old country escapades as a child. Although small, and sometimes tenebrous in the evening, it brought you many memories of daydreams you’d had walking after a long day, or all the little melodies you’d made up occupying your journey home after school. Today, the path was brightly lit in the early afternoon. your shoes felt light skidding across the dry gravel. You supposed you’d take this time alone to reminisce and re-live. Time didn’t have to be this constricting and bewildering thing - you could take its reigns and shape the next few hours alone how you wanted to.

Making your way along the bushes, you stopped at the first turning: the small rickety lane to the bakery. it spoke to you, and you stepped onto its stones, your toes curling in your shoes as you meandered up and down its bumpy body. It wasn’t long before you arrived at the small shop and its fields that stretched miles ahead. You thought it wouldn’t be a silly idea to pop in and grab something like a cheese roll to savour out on the grass in the thick heat. Almost skipping down the path, you made your way through the wooden doors of the bakery, hearing a distant bell chime of a new customer and immediately made your way to the cashier.

Before you knew it, you were walking over to a patch of empty field with a slightly soggy bag filled with two cheese rolls. Unfortunately, at the bakery, you didn’t recognize anyone. You had hoped that with the joy of its scenery, all of your old colleagues would still be there, including its most pretentious and unforgettable one, that guy you found it painful to say the name of.

But like life had made a new path for you to become a ‘city girl’, so it seems it had for the rest of your old friends at the store. Certainly life, in all its modern and progressive grandiose, didn’t wait for any poor kid to catch-up. You could definitely attest to that statement.

Your cheese roll tasted just as good as ever, its gooey innards melting onto your tongue, warming you up even more than before. You bit into its dough again and again, ravishing the flavour as if it were a particularly fond memory. Part of it really was a memory. Working at the bakery, you would eat these little guys all the time; biting into it really took you back to a time where you didn’t have to worry about the future or the scary word that was ‘responsibility’. Maybe downing this cheese so carelessly really would transport you back in time.

In the meantime, you just watched the clouds. Unlike back at your apartment, where the majority of cloud watching came from gluing yourself to a window on the fourth floor of a city skyscraper, this felt much more holistic, almost as if you could touch the clouds. The sky, free from pollution, was extremely vibrant, forming itself like a little dome encapsulating the village.

*rustle*

The sound of grass being trampled on disrupted you from your thinking. You turned back to locate the sound and spotted a figure in the distance. Mid-bite of your cheese roll, you swallowed thickly and attempted to identify the person. To your luck it was a boy: tall, dark hair..broad shoulders..

Shit..it was Jin

Immediately, you turned away, praying by some divine intervention that you would disappear into the blades of grass and become entirely invisible. Maybe if I lean forward a bit, or hide my hands in my jacket and let it swallow me i won’t be noticed. You were terrified that with every passing second your presence would become more clear to him and eventually you’d feel his breath upon your neck..

..Which is just what you so happened to feel after that thought dawned over you.

“Long time no see, y/n.” You felt a deep, sentimental voice speak from over your shoulder.

“Jin..hi.” You whispered, briefly turning to watch him sit next to you, palms and legs outstretched.

Jin, in two words, was devastatingly handsome. Among the green grass dunes, his white shirt and slack jeans were incredibly vibrant. His broad shoulders stretched his shirt, showing a defined caramel collarbone and his dark intimate eyes seemed to bore into yours. It was hard not to be completely transfixed by his presence. But you knew all too well why you hadn’t uttered his name in the past few years; why you hadn’t even thought of his name. Even Toya had said that leaving this beautiful countryside haven wasn’t the worst thing on your mind, it had been Jin all along.

You supposed it was time, in this confronting scenario, that you replayed the scene itself. It was November 2017, and you had stopped in these fields for the last time before leaving to the city. A backpack full of notepads and pencils shook as you hopped on the bumpy path toward the bakery. It was almost pitch black and your head had felt sore all day from thinking about all the things you’d had to leave behind. I’ll see you very soon old friend, don’t worry - you thought. But it felt easier just to say the words and not so easy to believe in them.

A dip in the hill is where you sat, and is where Jin joined you that night. Surprising you at first, you warmed to his shadow and ended up stargazing with him. You were sure hours and hours had passed before you found yourself opening the door to your home, legs slightly like jelly from the way butterflies flew around your stomach. It hurt leaving Jin even more than leaving your hometown because he was the person that encapsulated it all for you. It was almost like he was a product of everything you had ever loved and missed about your childhood and your home. Even lying with him for a few hours that night, you felt you had found the missing piece.

Of course all of this sounds wonderful and peachy, until you recount the promise he made to stay in touch. And, bam, that was the thing that had hurt you the most - like cupid’s arrow to the spleen - he had never contacted you since.

“Are you cloud watching? Can i join?”

“I guess..” You mumbled, shifting slightly to allow a space between you as you laid on the grass.

You felt his shoulder nudge yours as you sunk into the grass beneath you. Exhaling slightly, you begin to focus on the shapes of the soft white tufts above you, distracting yourself from Jin.

“I work at the bakery now. I always have lunch in these fields; nature is kind to me and what-not.” Jin said

“Right.”

“I guessed you were probably curious as to why you’d find me here..” He rocked gently on one side to face you more, his hair falling over his face. “What brings you here, fair maiden?”

You were reluctant to respond, your focus on the clouds becoming less and less possible “I have a job as a sales assistant, and a roommate to keep me company.”

“It sounds like you’ve really succeeded.” He responded, arms now splayed behind his head.

A silence fell over the field, and you felt ever more uncomfortable. This was your golden opportunity to confront Jin and attempt to clear the metaphorical air.

“Why are you acting like nothing happened Jin?” You waited for a response, but only seemed to hear from the wind as Jin’s eyes glazed over watching the clouds. “You do realize I haven't actually been succeeding all that much in life, right? Things were difficult the moment I left here and - I hate to say it - but you played a big part in that.”

“I’m sorry..”

What?..

“What?! You’re just sorry? Jin, you promised that you’d check on me, that we’d check on each other. I must have looked obsessive because I’d be messaging you every single week and to no reply. It wasn’t like that night was just a one-time thing..we both knew that.”

“I know that I just - I don't know what to say..” His stare was fraught on the sky now, never wavering toward you. The silence was apparent and becoming almost deafening as you attempted to ask him ‘why?’.

“You really just didn’t care did you?”

“I - “

You stumbled onto your feet for purchase, moving back from him “You don’t know how long I've wanted to talk to you and - god, i didn’t want it to be like this Jin..but I'm hurting.”

“I’m sorry, I'm struggling to explain myself. I’m not easy when it comes to these things but I didn't just ignore you, i swear.”

At this point you were deafened by silence and seeing a tinged red in your vision. Getting these emotions out was a rarity and everything had just poured out, leaving you almost devoid of feeling. What more could you say to him without making things even worse? You needed to be rational and the best way to do that was to walk away from the situation.

“I’m sorry - I just want to sort things out.” He pleaded again but to no avail. Sandwiched between clenched teeth you simply sighed before walking away, his broad figure wavering, so fragile and volatile. Walking away from Jin would stop him from breaking.

Continuing to remain as rational as possible, you made your way back through the tight-squeeze lane and toward the car park. There, in the opposite direction, would be a road that led to the local bar. There, you hoped you would find a sober Toya to spill your guts to about what had just happened.

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Your hopes came true; when you arrived at the lane leading to the small bar, there she was outside, a cigarette dangling from her lips. She looked surprised when she saw you stumble towards her, attempting to remain calm, but seeming to fail miserably. It wasn’t long before her cigarette butt was on the floor and she was pulling you into the building to get you a seat.

“What have you gone and done now? You’re meant to be enjoying yourself..” She sighed as she pulled out a bar stool for you and ordered a pint of sparkling water.

Before long, you had explained everything to her. You were less worried about how fast everything had come out of your mouth, and more relieved that you’d just opened up to someone close to you. Toya had sat still the entire time, silent and supportive. You could tell, behind her eyes, that she was surprised that you were being this honest with her - it was nice.

“Goodness y/n..i completely understand where you're coming from.” She tilted her glass toward her mouth, speaking in muffles “But I'm sure Jin didn’t mean it. I remember when we first moved in together and how eager you were to tell me about him. You don’t have to know someone for years to be able to pick out their core personality traits, and it's obvious that Jin was never good at expressing his true feelings.”

“But why couldn’t he just be honest with me; I thought I meant at least that much to him.”

“I think deep down you know the answer to that but you don’t want to face it. He’s almost exactly like you y/n, he has this barrier that keeps him from being hurt by others - deep down he’s a really sensitive and giving person..like yourself.”

She broke away from her drink to confront you directly, her eyes piercing yours like Jin’s had earlier. You froze slightly from her look, a feeling falling over you that suggested you’d messed up. Badly.

“I shouldn’t have been so brash, right? Ah, its painful because everything is so beautiful here, and i just wanted to enjoy it all before I was reminded that he existed. I’m sorry Toya.”

“It’s fine, honey-bun. You need to start enjoying yourself here, i see you want to so just let go. And while your at it, learn something you can take back to the city with you and hold close to your heart.”

“You’re right..”

“Not usually.” She laughed “Listen, I saw a poster earlier this afternoon advertising a beach barbecue later today. Do you want to go with me and we can let our hair down together?”

And there was that little weight that suddenly loosened itself “I would love that.”

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The sun had fallen down to the shore, and the sky was a caramel yellow by the time Toya and yourself had gotten down to the beach. Just by the incoming tide and a crop of trees was a large crowd of villagers, drinks in hand, dancing to a more relaxing beat of house music. You’d instantly been drawn to this interaction and found yourself - merely 30 minutes later - riding a high after two mixed drinks, buzzing from the bodies around you.

Although it was a more civilized kind of ‘party’, you’d always been prone to perhaps drinking too much for your own good and, at this point, you couldn't care any less. Looking to the side of you, Toya stood close, enjoying her drink. She kept her distance, allowing you to soak in the atmosphere, but remained near just in case you needed her. You liked that; she always seemed to be looking out for your best interests.

At this point, you were just following the rhythm of the bass. In your slightly blurred eyesight, the sky was dropping through a rainbow of colours, taking you through a trip in itself. Losing yourself in the airs iridescence, you could almost forget about the events of earlier today.

“Ladies and gents, were frying the food up now so get your stomachs ready for the best Christmas dinner of your life!” A male voice boomed from over the crowd, a small speaker in his hand to project his voice over the vast lines of people on the beach. You decided to edge closer to the barbecue grill so as not to miss out on the food when it was ready. Pushing past various strangers, politely apologizing, you smelt the aroma of sausages come into your nostrils.

It was then that you spotted Jin, standing behind the grill. On this hot day, he had unbuttoned his shirt and was wearing shorts, now conversing with the chef next to him. You swallowed thickly, not exactly feeling at your best to hold a proper conversation yourself, but feeling the overwhelming need to apologize to him.

In fact, that feeling seemed to completely take over any sense of direction you had, now forcing you to run over to him and sob a pleading ‘sorry’ into his bare chest. He seemed taken aback, pushing against you with some urgency to check you were okay, leaning down to confront you with his eyes. Through a now tear-stained and blurry vision you saw him as he clasped onto your shoulders as if they were magnets.

“Ah Jin i’m s-sorry, i’m so sorry i was such an idiot earlier and I..I don’t k-know if i can make things right.”

He chuckled, breaking you out of your dizziness for a second, “You’ve drunk a bit much haven’t you?”

“Shit..” You hiccuped “Maybe I have..”

“C’mon.” He took your hand, guiding you away from the crowd, “Let’s go somewhere more quiet so I can talk to you.”

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Jin had led you five minutes away from the crowd, behind the beach bush and onto a quieter sect of sand surrounded by palm trees. You both stopped, slightly short of breath and stood in silence, taking in the humid air. It was then you looked over to Jin and saw his head raised to the night sky. In the dark, his skin seemed almost luminescent, lit by the very stars above. His hair was tar black, his eyes twinkling. He was extraordinary, and you wondered - for a second - how on earth someone so ethereal could come from such a mundane place.

Above you, the stars glowed once again for another night. Your intoxicated state bubbled with fondness at the balls of light shining overhead. They were so pretty, and it was hard not to become nostalgic as you were reminded of the night you shared with Jin looking at these very same stars. It was almost like you were in the presence of your two favourite things: the night sky, and the man who reminded you of that very same sky. It made you feel even more euphoric than any cup of alcohol possibly could.

As you stood, almost floating with the evening buzz, you felt Jin clasp your hand. His warm fingers curled around yours. You gripped back just as tightly.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” Jin said.

“Yeah..it really is.” You breathed “It’s almost like every one of my childhood memories sits in these stars.”

“I get that..”

“It makes me realize how much I miss being away from this beautiful clear sky.”

You wavered on your feet before turning to him. You felt his gaze follow from the stars to you, his breath beginning to settle on your cheek.

“I’m sorry for being pathetic at apologies y/n.” Jin spoke. “I didn’t explain myself earlier, and kind of just pushed the problem away. I shouldn’t have done that, it was an ‘idiot Jin’ move and i’m not an idiot..at least I don't think so.”

“If you’re an idiot, then i guess that makes two of us..”

“Well i don’t want to hide from you how I truly feel. And how I truly feel is..well i’m actually pretty sensitive. I don’t always know how to convey how i’m feeling and often I just bottle it up and use it on wasted energy. Sometimes it's easier not to open yourself up to people.”

Your hand melted into Jin’s, your stare softened “I guess that’s why you didn’t follow me to the city..”

“I wanted to..” He looked down at your feet, eyes not meeting yours “I swear, I would have gone that night if i could. But I - i just felt like a bit of a burden. Like, you wouldn’t want me there.”

“Of course i would you dummy!” You shook his hand, lifting his chin up “Why are you acting shy all of a sudden? I mean, Jin, you’re the king of cocky.”

“You know me too well, cupcake.”

“Cupcake?”

“Yeah..cupcake.” He tested the name out on his mouth as it neared yours “I like the way it sounds on my lips.”

“I like it too..”

“What the name?”

“No..” You mouthed “Your lips.”

Before you knew it, your faces closed the gap in the dark, and his mouth met yours. He was velvety, and soft, and hot. You didn’t want to sound crude, but you’d dreamt of this moment every night since meeting him. You didn’t expect everything to happen so fast once seeing him again, but you weren’t surprised. Since finding each other, almost like a movie, you found this huge spark; since separating you’d felt it everyday, this huge lack of him.

His arm laced around your waist, and he pulled you near to him, walking backwards to rest your back against a nearby tree. Jin pushed his lips harder against yours, your mouths moving in sync, your breathing growing heavier. He was quite intoxicating, the plush feel of him against you driving you crazy.

“I want to do something to make up for earlier. To make up for the past few years away from you.” He gasped, pulling back from the heated kiss, “Let me treat you, cupcake.”

It was then that he began to go down on your body. His lips first pressed against your neck, working against the bottom of your jaw and slowly moving onto your collarbone. He kissed each patch of exposed skin, his tongue swiping against your shoulder blade, making you keen into his touch. He worked inward, sucking tenderly, reaching a spot that made you whine against his neck.

“Ah..” You groaned, letting his mouth work wonders down your figure “This is what you meant..”

He hummed in response, now on his knees in order to move lower to your breasts. With a gentle flick he disregarded the strap of your shirt with his hands, letting your top sit on your waist. Noticing your absence of a bra, he smirked and cupped the swell of your tits with his hands, leaning to suck at your right nipple. His tongue lapped over your chest like a starved man, his other hand teasing your left breast, leaving you almost breathless.

“This is for the first year of our absence.” His words were muffled, and vibrated across your tits as he took your nipple into his mouth again. He sucked gently around your tit, moving his head from your chest with a wet, heated ‘pop’. He reached for your left breast with his mouth, his teeth now scraping against your soft flesh - a silent but raw need in the way he was touching your skin.

Before you could reach for another breath, Jin was moving even further down, his face now reaching a dangerous but starved territory. You mewled into the air, grasping at his silk locks “Jin we’re outside, we’re not far from a crowd full of people..”

“That’s what makes it exciting, cupcake.” He whispered, his voice now four octaves lower, more huskier than ever. Jin’s fingers raked down your hips, slowly resting above your ass, pulling you further into his touch. His hands skirted your shorts, slowly wiggling them down your thighs and to your ankles. You turned your head from him in embarrassment as your pants hit the floor, your legs clamping together like a vice. He gently pried them open, hissing at the sight of you glistening in the dark against the soft wooden bark of the tree behind you. Slowly looking down, you watched him from the hooded slits of your eyes, his lips beginning to press against your womanhood. Tongue now poking at your slit, you moaned as heat fully pooled in your stomach.

He smirked once again between your legs, fingers creeping down, reaching the flesh of your ass and squeezing it gently “This is for the second year of our absence.” He kissed your slit, tongue lapping you up like a meal, “Bon appetit!”

You could all but watch and respond in laboured breaths as he worked at your pussy, his tongue reaching deep inside you, fingers leaving marks against your thighs and backside. You’d never thought you could feel this close to Jin, but you were. He was world: the sky, the stars, your hometown, your Christmas. With his face buried into your heat, mouth working fast and rampant, you became more and more breathless, a knot now beginning to unravel in your stomach.

“Oh Jin..I’m c-close.” Your eyes glistened, mouth scrunching with pleasure as you watched Jin in the depths of your pleasure. He looked up at you, pupils blown out, hair sweaty, and that was all it took for you to be blown over the edge. For what felt like a minute, the sky became a dazzling black, and your body swelled with electricity. In that moment, he worked even faster, even more eager to draw ropes of pleasure from you. You groaned wildly, back pressing against the cold bark as your orgasm peaked, leaving you completely spent.

In an attempt to conserve what little energy you had left in you, you let yourself fall to the sand, back sliding down the tree to lay among the dunes. It wasn’t long before Jin joined you, already on his knees. He moved to your side and wrapped his arm around your back to bring you against his chest. He was warmer than ever and seemed to bubble with energy. It was then you knew you didn’t have to say anything, you could just lay together now, lay like you did the first time you met and it would be fine. So that’s what you did. You snuggled against his chest, letting your eyes fall shut, falling into the night.

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“y/n..”

“y/n wake up..”

“y/n..”

“WAKE UP!”

You almost leapt out of your skin at the sound of what seemed seemed to be Toya shouting in your ear. All noise slightly muffled, you rose to your feet, taking in the scenery around you.

You were in a room, cream walls and a cream rug and what appeared to be a kitchen ahead of you. As you turned, you spotted a Christmas tree too, a Christmas Tree with all sorts of odd decorations littered over it. It took you a second, but before long it seemed scarily obvious..you were back home and in your front room with your roommate. How?..

“C’mon sleepy head, I've been trying to wake you up for ages.” Toya laughed, tugging you toward the tree.

“Ah, what?” You yawned, scrambling to your knees to meet Toya on the floor and gasp at all the presents lying underneath the tree.

“Your so forgetful. It’s Christmas!” She pulled a few presents from the tree and moved them toward you, grinning like a fool. “Open them honey-bun.”

You spent the rest of that morning (or was it the evening?) filing through presents. It felt like hours before you stopped, shocked at what Toya and your family had gifted you. You tried to dismiss what felt like a strange lapse in time since Jin and the beach, and slowly began to relax into the festive spirit. You finally came to your last present, toying with the bow like a soppy child, upset that the gifts had eventually came to an end. With reluctance, you lifted the lid and pushed the tissue paper aside to reveal a small box. Lifting its casing, you removed its top and watched as the present inside was slowly revealed to you.

It was a beautiful silver necklace, ribbed and laced with gold embellishments. You twisted it around and swallowed as you were met with a small star trinket dangling from its centre. Who was this from, it had no label?

“Where’s the label?” You asked, turning to Toya for solace.

“Pull out all the tissue in the box, it might be at the bottom, i’m not sure.”

You leant over the box, pulling it back to you so you could remove all its packaging. It was only in the last thread of tissue, that the label was wedged. Pulling it out, you turned it over to read its addressee..

It read:

‘Merry Christmas Cupcake.

From your Star,

J x’

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kpopisthereasonihavenolife · 5 years

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Call and Fold

BTS

Jimin/Reader

Genre: Drabble, Mafia AU, Stranger-Lovers, Poor Description of Poker

Words: 2k

Mafia AU/ Stranger-Lovers/ “Are you sure this is legal?”

Requested by: @authorofdanger

XXX

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You screeched as you found yourself at a poker table at the casino you were dragged to by your family. You were apparently supposed to have a bonding night of some family fun (slightly boring) games, but that somehow turned to booze and gambling at the nearest boat.

Being shoved into a stool by your older brother, he tipped his beer back at the neck of the bottle and downed enough to make his breath stick. He belched as you wanted to die as he slides into a booth on your left.

You cradled your head into your palm as you dreaded the rest of the night. Your brother wasn’t exactly known for holding his liquor and the last thing you wanted to do was gamble your money away and babysit a 28-year-old man who is sending himself to an early grave.

God only knows where your parents ran off too. They may be middle-aged, but with the number of risque jokes your father still pulled on your mother, you wouldn't be surprised if they rented a hotel room in this damn place.

To your right, you heard someone chuckle. Looking up, you saw a man to your right. Sitting in the stool next to you, a stack of chips and a hand of cards the dealer had dealt earlier. He seemed to have been at this particular table for a while now. He looked comfortable in his stool as he had one hand over his mouth.

You could see his cheeks pushing up as he side-eyed you. You looked back at your brother then to him and watched him roll his eyes in a teasing manner. You groaned as you dug your elbows into the poker tables edge and buried your face into your hands.

“Kill me now,” you pleaded. The action at the table started with your brother as a new player. You quickly hopped out of your stool and offered it to some gentlemen who wanted in on the action. You didn’t know the first thing about poker.

Though, as the game progressed and hands were dealt and calls were made, you could tell your brother was loosing royally.

You stood at his side behind him, in your dress your mother forced you into as you nursed on a glass of scotch. You sighed as you debated on taking a shot as your brother was running himself into the ground.

The man from before was still at the table.

“Bet. Straight flush.” A woman at the end of the table cheered for her fiance as he tutted his nose in the air.

“Call.” The man who snickered at you before spoke up. He laid his cards down flat in sequence. “Royal,” he said as the man from before was now groaning and moaning as his fiance pat sympathetically at his shoulder.

Chips were slid to the mystery winning man and a new hand was dealt. Watching your brother play and fail as well as watching the man play and succeed, you were getting the basics of the game around you.

You finally convinced your brother to go and sit at the bar for a while. To either sober up or get further drunk, you didn’t care. Just to get him away from the table. He did so, but only after you lied to him about some lady waving him over. You signed as he finally staggered off.

“Hey,” someone called you. You saw Mr. Money-man as he stood from his stool and ticked his head. “Sit. Play a game.” You looked at him and then to the stool than to the table and dealer who shuffled and tossed cards around as art to shuffle them.

“Oh, I don’t play.”

Money-man clucked his tongue. “I’ll walk you through it.” You sighed, more loosened up thanks to your alcohol and slid into the stool he once occupied. He stood behind you. “I figure watching is learning and you’ve been watching quite a while.”

You rolled your eyes as a few others joined the table.

“Don’t remind me. He’s a pain in the ass and I refuse to be related to anyone who is drunk from less than 2 shots.” You looked over your shoulder at him. “You’re not hitting on me? Are you?”

“Would it be a problem if I was?” He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his slacks. Looking him over now, he was very well dressed. A blazer of ruby red and a pair of wrinkle-free black slacks with a white collar shirt. His shoes were shining and spotless. Chain necklace around his neck and his hair parted on his forehead, he tutted at you as he noticed your wandering eyes. “Impressed?” He asked.

“Would it be a problem if I was?” You mimicked his words.

“She’s got a sense of humor.”

“She also has a name.” You turned back to the table.

“I see your training this game Mr. Park?” The dealer said to the man behind you. You watched as Mr. Park moved and pushed a few of his chips forward from the last game he played as you took over for him this one.

“Giving it a go. Always nice to try new things. A student to carry my clean streak in poker isn’t a bad way to go.” He then looked down at you as he peered over your shoulder standing at your side. “And what is my student’s name?”

“Y/n.”

Mr. Park offered you his hand. “Jimin. A pleasure to meet you.” The cards were dealt and as you looked at them, you watched as Jimin told you to rearrange your hand, or told you to fold for a round. He instructed you when to bet, or when to call and raise to someone’s cards. Eventually, you were floating alright on your own as Jimin stood and watched you.

By the time you had your fill of the game, Jimin was walking away with most of the money he earned from his games as you managed to keep it pretty even from the times you lost or won.

It was midnight now and as you looked around for your brother, your phone rang. You had long since left Jimin and poker behind as you found a quiet place to answer your phone.

Your mother had run into your brother as they both went home and your father was still gambling for a while yet before he took a taxi back home. You sighed, now allow and stranded as some casino and you wanted more than ever to just leave. Maybe you should rent a room for the night and leave tomorrow?

As you looked down at your phone screen in your tucked away corner from the gambling life, an envelope was presented to you. Following the hand and arm of the person offering it, you saw Jimin standing there. one hand in his pocket as the other placed that same envelope on your phone’s screen. It was hefty, for something so small.

“Jimin? What is this?”

“Your winnings.”

“My what?” Jimin chuckled as he motioned for you to open it up. Inside were bills of cash. You nearly dropped the cash and your phone.

“What is this?!” You repeat.

“The cash you won off your games. You played for it, so it’s only fair you take it.” You shook your head. Tempting as the cash was, you couldn’t take it. After all, you only played off of what Jimin had to start with from his games. It was rightfully his. “Alright, compromise.” Jimin took the offered cash back as he tucked it into a pocket inside his blazer. “We both use this cash if you let me take you out next Wednesday.”

He pulled his phone out as he opened it up, the add contact screen already up and ready for all your info. You looked at him.

“Seriously?” He laughed as he plucked your phone from you before it locked and gave you his. So, your boring night of gambling turned into a new very attractive acquaintance and a future date.

-3 Months Later-

“Is this even legal?” You asked as you watched Jimin beat a padlock with a metal pipe until it busted open. He dropped the pipe as he dusted his hands off. You’ve long since learned of his profession in the mafia. Seeing how you met him in a casino so classy and decked up as well as his luck in the game, you should’ve guessed. Of course, his plays were always cheated and altered in his favor.

He looked at you, licking his lips as he flicked his brows up. Cocky bastard. “is anything I do legal?” He asked as he pushed open the now open metal door. “Ladies first.”

“What a gentleman.”

You didn’t really know what was going on, or why he insisted you come with him on his specific job, but here you were. A few of his guys were sitting put in the van he took here as Jimin seemed oddly calm. He wasn’t on edge or tense like he would be on enemy territory.

“Where are we?”

“Or, we’re at a friend’s warehouse. He wouldn’t give me his key and I need something in here.”

“So, the solution was to bust his lock?”

“Bastard had it coming.”

“You are such a child,” you chided as Jimin told you to sit and wait for him as he wandered around the room. Searching through boxes and trunks and on shelves, he finally found whatever it was he was looking for and trotted back to you. He placed a small box in your hands. “This is?”

“Open it and find out.”

Doing so, a small pin sat inside it. Resting on a velvet square of purple, you picked up the pin from the box. It was smooth as it ran a perfect circle and sat in the middle of your hand, your palm swallowing it up if you closed your fist. It was black as it had a metal outline and a golden puma designed on it.

“Isn’t this your insignia?” He nodded. Yes, Jimin’s portion of the mafia he controlled was known as Puma. So, anything related to him and his affairs were always left with this silhouette of the wild cat.

“I asked someone to make that for you. But, Seokjin got it and put it in here for me to find like a jerk.”

“Make it for- wait a second. Are you putting me under your protection or something?”

“I am.”

You whistled in awe. “That’s a big gesture for someone you met at a casino 3 months ago.” Jimin rolled his eyes.

“I don’t care. You know I care about you, you just won’t agree to be my girlfriend.”

“Oh please. You’ve asked like what- 3 times?”

“5 times thank you very much!” You rolled your eyes at him as you held the pin over your shirt.

“Should I put it on? Or maybe keep it on my bag. Or keep it in my wallet?” Jimin grabbed it and pinned it onto the strap of your bag that was low enough so when you held your bag when you walked, your hand would hide it. It would be visible enough to be seen by anyone too close to you.

“That’s a good place,” Jimin said. “So, you’ll go out with me now?”

“Of course. You should’ve asked me sooner,” you teased. Jimin just pinched your sides as he laughed at you and your unchanged sense of humor.

“PARK JIMIN WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY LOCK?!” Jimin watched in horror as Seokjin came barreling into his warehouse with his busted lock in his hand. He looked at you as you just shrugged your shoulder.

“This one is on you buddy. You’re the one who broke it.”

“I’m breaking up with you,” he deadpanned.

“You love me.” You still ended up being lectured along with Jimin by the elder man even though you did nothing wrong. Apparently letting your boyfriend break locks and do nothing to stop him is an offense of the Great Kim Seokjin.

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vantaestummy · 5 years

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Could we get your take on Taehyung and Yoongi both getting carsick on a road trip?

A/N: ofc baby! here we go. sorry it took so long! also major thanks to @d3t3rm1n4t10n91 for being so amazing and helping me greatly with this one!!!❤︎

TW: emeto & carsickness

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Screw. Road. Trips.

There's little one can do while being inside a car in motion. Yoongi decides none of those things are a great idea right now, though. Reading a book will possibly trigger the nausea that has been sitting mildly inside of him, like a dangerous dragon in its sleeping state. Scrolling through his phone? Not a good idea either. Looking out the window at the road that passes under them almost too quickly? No, definitely not.

The only Min in the group desires nothing more than to crawl into the cool sheets of his bed and take a big nap. He longs for the comfortable quietness that his room never fails to provide. For once he doesn't want to be in a van with eight people. Not that he doesn't enjoy his bandmates' presence, no. He's almost always glad to listen to Jimin and Taehyung singing in the backseat, Jin and Jungkook bickering and playing around, Hoseok's music blasting through his earphones and Namjoon tapping beats with his fingers on his thighs. He's almost always glad to be there with them, when the seven of them are together, when the seven of them are healthy.

Keywords: almost always.

The road up ahead looks like it stretches for forever, the sun dipping beneath it as the oranges and yellows and purples bleed into one another. The boys have been on the road for hours, dramamine having sat heavy in both Taehyung and Yoongi’s systems.

However, it’s been hours now since they left and the medicine has long worn off. They are only an hour or so away from their destination, the beach house in which they will be spending the next few days together, filming RUN BTS as well as a dispatch photo shoot.

Taehyung seems to be fairing a little better than his older band mate. There is a slight bout of queasiness that has woven its way through his system, however it is quite faint and nothing more than a bit annoying. Still, as Taehyung tries to get some shut eye, the whirring of the vehicle as well as the random bumps are far too unsettling.

Taehyung places a hand on his stomach, palming the skin there and taking a look out of the window, the world blurring past and doing nothing to ease the ache of his nausea. He thinks he’ll be okay since, they have less than an hour to go, however, the singer isn’t the only one that the jagged motions of the car are getting to.

“Hyung? Hey, you okay?” Taehyung whispers to Yoongi who, is leaning his head against the fogged up glass of the window, his breathing labored and a bit forced. Hoseok, as well as Jimin and Jeongguk, are asleep. Seokjin is driving and Namjoon is reading a book in the passenger seat. How he can read while the car is in motion, Taehyung has no clue.

The smallest –in size– hyung has unquestionably no energy for trying to hide the nausea that's slowly growing back to life in his stomach, each bump in the road a piece of firewood adding to the burning ache inside of him. He ridiculously thought he had the beast tamed. Well, joke's on him.

“Not at all” he manages to admit to the second youngest singer. He's not very fond of the idea of unnecessarily making Taehyung worry, but there is no way he can possibly lie about how he is currently feeling. Yoongi finds himself helplessly rubbing his belly as if that would lull the dragon named nausea back to sleep, where it can't be a bother. The movement is not welcomed positively, though. He muffles a small burp and a whine in the back of a black hoodie he decided to wear. Thank heaven it's not white, considering how sure he is that he's close to making a mess.

Admitting to Taehyung that there's definitely something bugging him appears to only rise the nausea further up his system. So, he tries taking a few deep breaths that can give him at least a bit of confidence that he's not going to throw up right now. That would make his dongsaeng's own tummy upset, and that would make two sick members too many. Three if Hoseok woke up and saw.

Taehyung, however, still manages to chuckle at his hyung's response, his own stomach beginning to simmer with a bilious feeling that is much too strong to control.

Seokjin continues to drive, the car rumbling and bouncing a bit as the oldest member of Bangtan makes to change lanes. Taehyung sighs deeply, stifling a quiet and yet, sickly belch into his fist. The taste is rancid as it is nauseating, and Taehyung's head becomes swimmy with the motion of the car.

Fourty minutes. All he needs is fourty minutes. They'll be there soon.

He looks over at Yoongi, who is now slumped over the seat in front, his warm forehead pressed firmly against it. His cat-like eyes are wide open, not daring to close them in fear that it might aggravate the overwhelming queasiness, the same that has him constantly swallowing down bitter saliva. It was frustrating to feel each movement of the vehicle inside of him as if his stomach followed every turn ten times harder. The disgusting acrid taste of bile is beginning to coat the insides of his mouth, quickly managing to make the rapper gag on the back of his hand. He gulps heavily, not knowing what is left to do to distract himself from the horrendous fate that's awaiting. His vision is spinning too briskly, worsening the fierce attack of the beast that's spitting fire in his guts, writhing and tugging at the knot of restraint, letting it come undone.

Oh oh. He's in big trouble.

Yoongi snatches a plastic bag from Namjoon's lap –bless this kid's weird habit of using random objects to mark where he stops reading– and opens it just fast enough to let a stream of saliva fall inside. He barely listens to his tallest dongsaeng whining about how he's going to lose the page, but at this point he doesn't even care.

“Hyung, pull ov—” he manages to say before a gag cuts him off. If this was a one-time thing, he'd be okay with just getting it over with. Still, he knows that once he vomits, he won't stop until his stomach is completely empty. Plus Taehyung will definitely throw up as well. The most convenient thing at the moment is to pull off.

Seokjin looks up in the rearview mirror, brows furrowed at the sounds behind him. He’s too focused on the road to have heard correctly, however the sight in the mirror is enough for his heart to nearly stop.

“Shit. I knew we wouldn’t last the whole ride. Namjoon.” Seokjin looks over at Namjoon who is still grieving his lost bookmark. “More bags, or cups, or something!” He yells.

Namjoon raises a brow in befuddlement before turning around, spotting Yoongi with his head deep in plastic, his spine curved as strangled, bloodcurdling sounds force their way out of his throat.

Taehyung groans, trying his damndest to cover his ears or, anything so that his hyung’s own sickness won’t set him off but, he’s far too close for comfort, and the vehicle is still hot and moving and Taehyung feels really, really sick.

“Hyung... hyung you gotta pull over.”

“Tae it’s a straight shot to where we are going and there is no shoulder in sight. I can’t just pull over in the middle of the road.” Seokjin grits between clenched teeth, not as angry as he is panicked.

Yoongi can't see a thing where he is, his head almost completely inside the plastic bag. Still, he's able to sense Taehyung's discomfort. He knows that the poor guy is wincing at the sound of acid grating his throat, of stream after stream of saliva dropping into the plastic, he knows it must be torture for him. Even so, he can't do more than to push himself as far from the singer as possible.

Namjoon springs into action a little too late, after the older rapper's gags become productive and he's faced with a mouthful of sick almost spilling on the floor. He retreats another blastic bag from his backpack and another one from the glove box, putting both at their reach. He has a feeling Taehyung is going to need it soon. Using one of the multiple wristbands he's wearing, the middle Kim brother crouches down to tie Yoongi's hair back before he must pat his back in fear that he might not be breathing enough. By the hard way, Namjoon learns that he can't entirely focus on Yoongi when Taehyung is showing signs of getting sick too. He learns his lesson when a considerable amount of spit lands on his shoulder.

Muttering a curse under his breath, the maknae of the rap line pushes a bag under the singer's chin just in time. The plastic crunches and gets heavier as the youngest Kim meets the undigested remains of the meal he forcefully ate hours ago. Namjoon can't reassure him with any physical contact since both of his hands are busy, but he tries to calm both of them down with quiet words, being extra careful not to wake anyone up.

Being the only one awake besides two sick friends and a stressed driver has to be terrible.

Taehyung’s hands quiver around the plastic bag, his own resolve crumbling as he tries to hold it but, can’t. Bile rips the lining of his throat, clattering into the plastic below with a loud and scratchy retch. Jimin is quick to massage his tense shoulders, shushing his intense and violent heaves. The middle child of the maknae line has always been a very dramatic puker, but with the sway of the car as well as the altitude that they are speeding along, Taehyung’s stomach is simply a punching bag against the environment.

“H-Hyung, please pull over.” Taehyung manages to slur before he’s back to retching, a particularly thick stream of bile pummeling into the bag so hard that is almost falls out of Taehyung’s grip.

Seokjin curses at the wheel. “I’ll stop as soon as I can, I promise. I’m really sorry you two.”

Taehyung whimpers, his stomach sour and not done with him yet. “‘S okay...”

Jeongguk is fully awake now and caught up in the turmoil of the vehicle. He’s closer in proximity to Yoongi and so, he rubs a calm hand up and down the rapper’s back, the second oldest member groaning and gagging into the rippled plastic.

In between the cacophony of gags and bile hitting the plastic bags, Namjoon notices the two of the maknaes having gotten up to help. He sighs in relief, seeing that the middle kid of the rap line and the one with the most sensitive stomach is still asleep, not having noticed yet the commotion involving his bandmates.

“Someone keep an eye on Hoseok-hyung.” the leader asks, holding Yoongi's bag as he appeared to grow too weak to do it by himself. It feels like hell broke loose inside of him, the queasiness not residing for a single moment. The car's still swinging through the bumpy road and both his stomach and Taehyung's are actively working to empty themselves. The sound of his retching, of the others' voices, the movement, it overwhelms his senses, his ears feeling like they're stuffed with cotton. Thinking of resting on the floor once they pull over is the only comfort he has right now.

Trying not to lose balance, the eldest rapper puts his hand on Namjoon's shoulder, but the feeling of spit soaked cotton on his skin has him gagging once again. The tall dongsaeng moves to shake his hand off, instead grabbing the bag with one hand and holding him up in place with the other. It seems like making a mess is going to be unavoidable.

“Tae-ya, hold on to me if you need.” he suggests, lamenting the fact that there's nothing more he can do. Namjoon stretches his elbow out to him, his shoulder still wet and gross and his hand occupied with the plastic bag that is constantly growing in weight.

Taehyung whimpers, listening to his hyung’s suggestion as he grabs ahold of him, tight. His stomach is contracted, quivering and throbbing as it literally tries to expel itself from Taehyung’s throat. Yoongi seems to be fairing no better, the older rapper only becoming increasingly nauseated by the loud, forceful heaves that Taehyung gives out.

Without warning, the car sways sharply to the right, Seokjin finally finding an opening as he approaches the shoulder, unfortunately, the movement of the car wreaks havoc on both Yoongi and Taehyung’s stomachs once again.

“Sorry!” Seokjin cringes sheepishly, the car coming to a slow stop. Taehyung groans, his throat on fire and tasting of rancid acid.

Once there is no movement, Namjoon considers it's a good moment to open the door as quietly as possible, waiting for Yoongi to regain control of his upset stomach so he can pull him out to recover. Two arms aren't enough in situations like this– there bags that need to be held, hair that has to be pulled back, backs that need to be rubbed and two men in need of support.

“Jiminie, can you help me with Taehyung?” Namjoon asks, stepping out of the car with Yoongi's bag to place it on the floor, coming back immediately after to help his hyung to get up. He offers a hand to the second youngest singer, using a little strength to pull him up and out, then gestures to Jungkook for him to stay with Hoseok. Two nauseated members are more than enough. Three of them would be utter chaos.

A little of Yoongi's saliva ends up in Namjoon's shirt, but before he can worry about it, the tall child brushes the matter off, instead pulling him and Taehyung to the ground in case he has more to bring up.

“Almost done, guys.” he encourages, focusing more on the small rapper since Jimin –sweet and good Jimin– is already taking care of his baby Tae. He's so good at bringing people the comfort they need. There's something in the way he rubs his dongsaeng's tense shoulders, cards his tiny fingers through his hair and mutters soft words of encouragement that makes Jiminie the best member at caretaking. Namjoon wonders if he's doing a good job with Yoongi, and if he'll ever be at least half as good as Jimin is.

Yoongi retches again, a stream of sick dropping onto the floor beneath him; the sound brings the youngest rapper's attention to him. His hands are holding him upright and trying their best to dissolve the tension on his back.

“That's it. Don't hold back.” he's cringing at the desperate sounds that make their way out of Yoongi's lips in between mouthfuls of bile. “We'll get you both some time to rest once we arrive, don't worry.”

He then remembers it's better to stay silent around the rapper when he's sick. So he does just that, instead patting his back and massaging his almost always sore neck.

“I'm getting you some water, hold on.” he whispers after long, torturing minutes of Yoongi expelling his guts until there's nothing left. As he makes to stand up, he notices that his hand is intertwined with the older's. Weird. He doesn't remember linking their fingers so strongly.

The sounds from the other side of the vehicle do more than set Taehyung off. As soon as the door whips open, Taehyung has fallen to his hands and knees, his eyes screwed shut as he retches, his throat crackling and his voice grated with nausea. Sick jets from his lips at a rapid pace, plopping to the grass as Taehyung struggles to grasp onto something, his hands clawing at the dirt and bugs below.

“Oh baby no, don’t do that.” Jimin coos, whipping out a hair tie that he’s found from his bag and tying Taehyung’s hair up into a little bun. He holds the boy up, the singers hand darting out to hold his hand. “You’re okay. Let it out TaeTae.”

Taehyung whines, coughing violently as mouthful after mouthful of vomit pours from his lips to the grass. “Jiminie... it hurts.” A few tears have fallen into the puddle of puke below, tearing at the edges of Jimin’s heart. Yoongi’s heaves are still clear and apparent, ripping through the already wild air of the road. Jimin sighs, giving Taehyung’s hand a tight squeeze.

“We’ll be stopped for a minute baby. Relax.” He says. Just then, Jungkook is at their side, a hand on Jimin’s arms and eyes wide with worry.

“Anything I can do? Hobi-hyung looks a little green so I told him to stay in the back.”

Jimin smiles, so proud of how responsible and able their maknae has become, or maybe he’s just always been that way. “A water and some napkins would be great. Thanks Kookie.”

Jungkook nods, kissing Jimin’s head and giving Taehyung’s shoulder a comforting squeeze before running off to the trunk to get the things that were asked of him.

Taehyung groans with desperation, his stomach still at war with itself, his skin burning as his insides churn all gooey and hot. The other side of the car seems a bit quiet so, maybe Yoongi’s one sickness has died down a bit. He hopes this is the case for him.

Seokjin rounds the front of the car. “Talked to the managers. They understand and we have all the time that we need. Just, breathe for me, okay Tae-ah?”

Taehyung nods, Jimin’s soft hand still alongside his back and skin. It was easy to breathe like that, with Jimin holding onto him, smelling of citrus and something sweet. “Okay.”

After one final heave, the feral beast inside Yoongi's stomach appears to have subsided, at last. It takes just a second to realize the way his throat feels like it's been ripped apart, his abdomen too sore from continuously retching, his hands shaky and unstable. As he feels he's going to fall face-first into the puddle of mess he's done, a pair of firm hands bring him up and away from it.

“Easy there.” Namjoon mumbles, letting him rest against the open door of the vehicle, avoiding to give him more physical contact than needed. He just knew the rapper liked to be touched only when prompted. “Are you done?” a small nod is the reply he gets, but it's enough to release the tension accumulating on his shoulders. “Good. Don't move for a while, okay?” he asks, raising his sun-kissed, long hand to card his dark hair lovingly, just like a worried younger brother would do. That's what he is, isn't he?

“What about the—” Yoongi starts, raising a hand slightly to ask about the schedule they still had to complete. There's so much work to do, and look at him, his small body limp against the van after having puked his guts out. His eyes are staring at nothing, but before he can realize he's spacing out, there's a small face looking back at him, soft but manly features that he knows like the back of his hand.

“Hyung, don't. Take your time to rest.” Seconds before realizing what he's doing, he's rolling his eyes. “As hypocritical as it may sound, please rest” Namjoon adds, gifting him with a smile with dimples. When his eyelids grow heavy, his tallest dongsaeng is still there, his little eyes looking hesitant wether to bother him with holding his hand or to let him be. To end his internal doubt, the tiny rapper stretches out his arm and pulls him closer, not using too much strength to not stir his barely calm stomach.

“How's Tae?” he slurs a little, basically using the younger as a pillow to rest his tired body. Other than his nervous breathing –poor Joon is trying to measure his breaths to not disturb his exhausted hyung–, he doesn't seem to mind at all. That's all he needs to stay close and let the tallest carry his weight.

“I believe he's done too.” fortunately, there were no gags coming from said singer that proved him wrong. “Both of you gave us quite the scare, huh.” although he's serious, his tone has a hint of sweetness, only confirmed with how softly his hands are holding Yoongi's face, as if he's not mad at all. Actually, he's not even mad.

“'m sorry...” there is a silence that makes Namjoon think that the rapper is finally drifting off, but then he adds “I got spit on your shirt.” Yoongi genuinely feels guilty, but the younger lets out a laugh and messes up his hair, looking the least worried about it.

“So did Tae. And I'm not mad at any of you. You'll have to see me shirtless for a while, though. I'm so sorry.” the older dismisses that last part, wriggling his way out of the hug he unconsciously started. Ignoring how lethargic he feels, there's a concern still burning within him. Namjoon seems to comprehend as soon as the name of the sick dongsaeng falls out of his lips. “Want me to take you to him?” there's a tiny nod as a response, once again.

“Jimin-ah, how's Tae? Can I bring Yoongi-hyung to him?” the leader asks loudly to the air, waiting for said dancer to respond.

Jimin calls back to Namjoon from the other side of the vehicle, his voice a little shaky but, nothing too drastic.

“H-He’s good, and yeah, you can!” He replies, prompting a sigh from Namjoon.

He looks to Yoongi who, has his cheek smashed against the the car door. “Think you can walk over with me? Lean against me if you have to.”

Yoongi thinks that nodding probably isn’t a good idea anymore, and so, he slurs out a wet “yes” and allows Namjoon to carry his nearly dead body to where Taehyung lies in the grass, a towel covering where he had vomited. His eyes are hazy, his lids droopy, but he’s alive. That’s all that really matters.

Taehyung smiles lazily, giving Yoongi a wave. “Hey hyung...” He slurs, sounding almost drunk. This makes Yoongi snort, his pouty lips curved into a small smile.

“Hey Tae.”

Namjoon helps Yoongi to Taehyung’s side, the cool breeze helping to ease the surrounding edge of anxiety, as well as the dwindling nausea plaguing the daegu line. Taehyung takes this time to lean heavily against Yoongi.

“I threw up a lot...”

Yoongi sighs. “I know. Me too.”

Seokjin is now at Namjoon’s side, eyeing the two sick boys with worry etched into his features. “No rush at all but... we’re so close to the site. Do you think... you guys can make it through the rest of the trip?”

Yoongi and Taehyung share a look, not willing to make any promises but, certain that they’ll be okay since their stomachs are as empty as one can get.

“Yeah. We’ll make it.”

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A/N: school is a bitch. but more requests to come!

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