#bts doctor au

[yoonbroom]

BTS FIC RECS

a list of BTS fics I really enjoyed! pls go and show these amazing authors some love <3 if there wasn't a summary I just included a little blurb from the fics! and anything with * are my own thoughts. now onto the recs ↓

KIM SEOKJIN

TURN BACK TIME - @raplinesmoon

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut

After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?

WITH YOU - @yoonpobs

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, ceo, marriage, divorce, parent

marrying your childhood best friend was not the love story that most painted it to be. you knew that better than anyone else.

UNTITLED - @eoieopda

drabble, fluff, est relationship, parent

"I loved the dad joon and dad yoongs drabble 🥹 it's freaking cuteeee omg jade 😭😭 *whisper* can you do dad-to-be or dad seokjin too please...? I'm on a seokjin missing hour 🥹 thank you ❤️❤️"

LONG TERM COUPLE - @taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, idol au, strangers to lovers

long term couple masterlist *the whole long term couple series is honestly one of my faves😭*

MIN YOONGI

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au, strangers to lovers

long term couple masterlist

NO MORE - @gyukult

series (two-shot), angst, smut, fluff, unrequited love, college, secret relationship

yoongi doesn’t like your consistent pining, and one day, after finally coming to terms that he will never reciprocate any feelings back, you give up. yet, for some reason, yoongi is the one who can’t come to terms with the consequences of when he says ‘no more.’

VOWS AKA 10 WAYS TO WIN YOUR HUSBAND'S HEART - @hamsterclaw

series, fluff, angst, smut, arranged marriage, est relationship

You’ve been in your arranged marriage with Yoongi for five years, and he’s never once retaliated for anything you’ve done to him. One day you realise you’ve lost your appetite for provoking him, and you set about trying to win his heart instead.

CARE FOR YOU - @archivedkookie

oneshot, fluff, est relationship, marriage, doctor au

Yoongi will always care for you, no matter what.

BABY, YOU CAN DRIVE MY CAR PT.2- @jungshookz

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, mechanic au

welcome to min mechanics - what can i do for you today, doll?

THE TROPHY WIFE - @taeyohonic

oneshot, fluff, angst, est relationship, idol au

the proposal doesn’t go as planned

BACK-BURNER - @/yoonpobs

series, angst, fluff, smut, sisters best friend, friends to lovers

sometimes you felt like you were the back-burner of a two-decade-long friendship. how could you ever compete?

VEGAS BABY - @chimivx

series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au, parent au

A peek into the life of an Idol and his soulmate tackling the obstacles that come with having a surprise in the whirlwind of a world they live in. { This link takes you to the full collection of works. }

JUNG HOSEOK

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

ONE NIGHT LIGHT - @bts-reveries

series, fluff, angst, smau, parent

Hoseok has been living his very own version of a perfect life. Unlike some of his best friends, this doesn’t include a happy marriage, adorable kids, or even a stable relationship. All he would ever need was music, dancing, and of course, the parties. Now what happens when he gets a wake up call from reality when the door rings approximately six years after his last one night stand?

AT THE CONCERT - @katnisspeetaprim

oneshot, fluff, est relationship, idol au

Hoseok was quite insistent that you come to this show in particular...

KIM NAMJOON

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

UNTITLED - @/eoieopda

drabble, fluff, est relationship, parent au

dad!joon

ALONE ON YOUR BIRTHDAY - @monimonimoon

drabble, angst, est relationship

Namjoon promised he would be there on your birthday, he wouldn't be working, he certainly wouldn't work late. Sometimes, increasingly frequently, he broke his promises.

ME AND YOUR MAMA - @joonberriess

oneshot, smut, fluff, est relationship

you like to remember both what life before the little one was and after with your loving boyfriend namjoon.

PARK JIMIN

ROCK BOTTOM - @jkbabiey

oneshot, angst, fluff, smut, marriage, idol au

When, in a four-year marriage, you get to the point where you question its worth, you know that’s your rock bottom. How many I’m sorry’s will you handle? How many times are too many times?

MASK ON - @herherteartear

series, fluff, angst, smau, single dad au

blind dates are never the move.. unless your best friend is vouching for the person you're going on a date with. it couldn't be that bad, right? wrong. now you're in love with a man who has a big secret. a big secret with chubby cheeks and pig tails.

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, friends to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

KIM TAEHYUNG

MINI ME - @bts-reveries

series, fluff, angst, smau, strangers to lovers, parent au, artist au

Unlike his best friends, Taehyung was young, wild, and free. No relationship, no babies, no responsibilities. Well he had his puppy, but that was it. Taehyung watched his nieces and nephews grow up and it was no secret that he too wanted to have one of his own someday. So what will happen when he finally finds someone that matches his personality (and himself) well?

WELCOME TO MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL - @tteokggukk

oneshot, fluff, idol au, strangers to lovers

"He’s been watching your videos for quite some time now, ever since your channel started rising. Art was one of his major interests and he absolutely adored the way you made your videos with the calming, ASMR-like sound of mixing paint and how you skillfully glided the brush across the canvas. On days when he found himself tired and in need of a quick way to relax, he’d subconsciously find himself binge watching videos on your channel— even repeating several videos since you were only starting. He found it fascinating, but also because he found you interesting."

ONE OF THE BOYS - @littlemisskookie

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, childhood friends, best friends to lovers, high school

All your life you wanted only one thing- for Kim Taehyung to like you. You did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. But who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him?

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, (best)friends to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

"I WISH ID NEVER MET YOU" " I HATE YOU" - @v-hope

oneshot, angst, idol au

"pls do 12 and 27 with tae (angst)"

JEON JUNGKOOK

UNTITLED - @onlyswan

oneshot, fluff, angst, est relationship, idol au

in which you make jungkook’s world spin and you tend to… make him a little too dizzy.

ME AND MY HUSBAND - @gashinabts

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, est relationship, parent au

You don’t want to brag but you have the world’s greatest husband. Jungkook packs your lunch everyday, and makes cute shapes with the fruit. There’s even a little note, ‘ Have a good day at work, Baby! <3’. Smiling to yourself you place the note down, and eat your food with content.

17 GOING ON 27 - @hansolmates

oneshot, fluff, angst, photographer au

one second, you’re sobbing at prom because the most popular guy in school dumps you due to your relationship being a little prank to break your heart. the next? you’re a creative editor at Ego, the hottest young adult fashion magazine. as you try to figure out what’s the deal with this sudden time skip into adulthood, you come across relationships and friendships that are made to be cherished and made to be broken.

HOME - @bonny-kookoo

oneshot, fluff, smut, idol au

Singing about love without having experienced it properly before, Jungkook felt a little foolish- as if he didn’t quite have the rights to the words he’d put out there for others to listen to. But Jungkook also loved to learn new things; and loving you was one of them.

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

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[justimajin]

Bonus Drabble

↠ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

⇢ Words: 1.3k

↳ This drabble takes place between Part 21 and Part 22 of The Profit & Love Statement. Please reference the Fluff Series masterpost for this drabble.

Jin moves his neck around, wincing occasionally. 

“I think you’re right, it feels like it got worse.” 

You hum, “I just hope it’s nothing serious.” 

“Look at the bright side, at least my face is still intact.” He grins, only to immediately recoil at the movement. 

“Don’t move around too much.” You chide, holding onto him. 

It had been a solid week since your karaoke night with the others, to which Jin had severely injured himself. What followed was constant pain radiating down his back and an inability to do work, to the point where he could barely move without grimacing. 

Which is why you persisted, insisting on taking him somewhere where he can be properly looked after. 

“Kim Seokjin?” 

The sound of a third voice in the room has you spinning around and Jin’s brows raising. 

A female doctor stands in front of you, clipboard in hand and gaze stern.

“That would be me.” Jin replies and she hums, pushing the door behind her. 

“I was informed of your intake, unfortunately Dr. Jeon is occupied with something at the moment.” She quickly scribbles down onto her clipboard, before looking up, “What seems to be the problem?” 

“I injured my back.” Jin states, still recoiling in pain. “It’s been a week now.” 

“I see.” She notes and you watch as she writes down onto a form. “Is the pain localised? Or just spread out?” 

“I guess localised?” Jin mutters, attempting to think hard. “Most of it is coming from my lower back.”

“A lower back injury?” Her head snaps up, confusion sparking in her irises. 

Placing her clipboard down, she walks closer to Jin and puts a hand on his back. He immediately grimaces and a deep frown paints her features. 

“The injury seems severe.” She takes a step back, “How did this happen?” 

“Oh, I karaok–” 

You quickly interject, “He fell. Really badly.” 

Jin peers over at you, but you don’t react and the doctor raises a brow. 

“That’s a little odd….” She mutters, “Lower back pain could exist with his injury…but it would have impacted his spinal column more.” 

“I-It was a light fall…?” You say with a nervous laugh. 

She looks at you suspiciously. “Alright then… let me just consult with another doctor for a second opinion.”

You watch as she steps out of the room for a moment, and Jin frowns. 

“Why not just tell her the truth?” He piques, whispering underneath his breath. 

“We are not telling her you got injured because of karaoke.” 

“I could word it in a better way!” 

“And say what? You were so deeply moved by the songs that you injured yourself?” You cross your arms, quirking up a brow and Jin falters. 

“Okay, maybe not like that, but–” 

“Is the patient in here?” A deep voice suddenly echoes from outside the door and both of you freeze. 

The door opens, and a tall man with brown hair and framed glasses enters the room. He dons a white coat as well, holding a stern gaze. 

You notice the female doctor trailing behind him, “This is Seokjin, the person I was telling you about.” 

“I see.” He looks down at the clipboard she hands him, “Since it’s localised, I think we can rule out any disc displacement with the spine.” 

“That’s what I thought too, but it’s long-term so a fracture can’t be completely ruled out.” 

“A fracture would imply issues with the bone so we should send him in for a scan.” 

“And until then? Assume a ligament tear?” 

“Possibly.” He confirms. 

Both you and Jin watch with wide eyes, more medical jargon and information being thrown around in the room between the two doctors. It’s safe to say you can barely keep up, but you assume none of it means good news. 

“Uh, so is he alright…?” You quietly wonder, and Jin hums, unsure if he should even ask. 

“Oh, sorry!” The female doctor immediately responds, turning to you. “We just wanted to weigh out all the options.” 

“Usually it's best to discuss amongst us first.” The other doctor agrees with a smile, something that takes you aback. “It’s always good to catch onto things early.” 

The female doctor hums and your eyes oscillate between them. They’re almost effortlessly in sync with each other, as if one could easily complete the thought the other had. It’s a bit admirable to watch, and you receive an answer when the male doctor gestures for Jin to follow him. 

“I’d like to do some further check-ups with you.” He turns to you, “My wife can follow up with you on the documentation to fill out.” 

You slowly nod, taking in his words. The female doctor ushers you to follow her and Jin is left with the other doctor as the door shuts. 

She immediately spins around. 

“Now, what really happened?” 

“Huh?” You swivel, noticing her arms crossed and a knowing look to her eyes. 

“You don’t get an injury like that from ‘falling down’.” She remarks, “So what happened?” 

You hesitate, but there’s something in her gaze that tells you she’s seen through your bluff completely. 

A long sigh escapes you, “We were doing karaoke…..” 

“Karaoke?” She repeats in disbelief. “Are you being serious?” 

“I am!” You protest, “And he was so into it that he got himself hurt….” 

She simply stares at you, and you bite down on your bottom lip, wondering if she still didn’t believe you. 

But that’s when she bursts out into laughter. 

“Wow,” She swipes a tear from her eye, “That was definitely not what Taehyung had guessed.” 

Your eyes flicker, focusing onto the ring that glints from her left hand. 

“The other doctor, right?” She nods and you hesitate for a moment, before deciding to just ask. “Are you two…?” 

“Married?” A warm smile crosses her lips, “We are.”

“That’s so nice…” You whisper fondly.

“You two seem pretty cute yourselves.” She remarks, and you flush under the observation.

“We actually just recently got together…” 

“Please, you’re adorable.” A chuckle escapes her, “You should have seen me and Taehyung when we first met, we used to hate each other.” 

Your eyes snap up in astonishment, “Us too! We couldn’t stand each other!” 

“Really?” You nod in agreement and she’s bewildered, “I guess hating each other before inevitably falling in love is more common than I thought.” 

“What are you two talking about?” 

You both turn at the sight of the second doctor, who looks between you with a hint of amusement in his expression. 

“Nothing important!” The female doctor chimes in, but he doesn’t seem convinced. “How’s the patient?” 

“Getting a request for a scan.” He brings up her clipboard, tapping her against shoulder, “Already filled it in for you.” 

She warmly smiles, “Thank you.” 

You watch the two with a tender gaze, admiring them being a married couple within the workplace. 

Heading into the intake room, Jin deeply sighs. 

“I can’t believe I have to come back for a scan.” 

“Should have come sooner.” You remark and he miserably groans. 

A smile surfaces on your lips, “Don’t worry, I’ll come back with you.” 

“Really?” 

“Of course.” You slip your fingers within his, holding onto his hand. 

Glancing back at the doctor couple, they share a loving glance with each other before going their separate ways. 

A soft smile lifts at the corner of your lips. 

“I think it would be really nice to come back here.”

A/N: This wasn't a request, but a drabble idea I had in mind when Chapter 21 was written! I didn't think it would fit into the main story line however and thought it was better suited to being a drabble instead. Hope you all liked this bonus crossover!

[simp4eshal]

The boy is mine (Spencer x Reader)

Based on “The Boy is mine” by Ariana Grande

“The boy is mine,

I can’t wait to try him”

Your dad was president. Yes, he was.

And as the first daughter, you had to have security. That was obligatory.

But after an attempt is made on your life, your dad gets more cautious, and during the time of the investigation an FBI agent is charged with your safety.

Spencer reid x reader

I/ The one where you meet, and he’s so fine you spill coffee on yourself

II/ The one where you’re clumsy, and somehow end up on top of him

III/ The one where he can not act as if he’s not attracted to you anymore

IV/ The one where you get caught

V/ The one where your dad accepts him

[7ndipity]

"Who are you?" "I don't know yet, I'm still cooking."

DW regeneration board for Jimin

[sopebubbles]

Chapter Six

Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you've gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you're far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can't seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they'd do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?

Genre: mafia au, poly ot7, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc

Warnings: language, drug use (sleeping aid, morning after pill), mentions of previous sexual assault (nothing is discussed explicitly)

A/N: hello everyone! beastie here 🐾 today's update is a bit shorter! i'm currently traveling and still wanted to make sure there was an update today! originally this chapter was 10K words, but with everything considered, it felt right to separate the scenes. as a result, i'll post an extra update this week (whenever i get home...probably in the next day or two??) i hope you enjoy! as always, i love answering comments and asks, so feel free to reach out if you have anything you want to share 🥰 thank you for being here!

Word count: 3K

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Yoongi haunted the Bangtan mansion most of the time. On nights when some of the men were out and about doing various things, he was expected to be prepared for anything. Catastrophic events were rare, since Namjoon insisted on good planning, cool heads and a reasonable amount of caution for their line of work. Nevertheless, Yoongi was typically up through the night, ready for someone to come through in need of care. 

Tonight was quiet though, and he was catching up on a bit of reading in his office with a scotch in hand when an unexpected knock came to the door. Before he could get up or even call out a response the handle turned and the door slowly opened. 

"Doc," your voice searched out for him, and he rose from his chair in surprise.

"Val, come on in." Yoongi glanced at the clock as he put down his book. A little after 2 am. You must have been having trouble sleeping. "Are you alright?"

You swallowed thickly as you glanced around the room. "You're up late."

"I'm usually up at this time. I stay up until everyone is home. Just in case," he explained, putting his hands in his pockets as he observed you shutting the door quietly behind you. 

"That's nice of you."

He shrugged. "Just doing my job."

"Do they get into trouble a lot?" 

Another shrug. "Not too much, but you never know." He chuckled. "Jungkook has more of a tendency toward bar fights than gang violence, to be frank." His eyes caught the slightest smile on your lips at that before moving on to observe other parts. "Is your arm bothering you?"

You looked down at the wound. You'd removed the bandage and the flash on your face suggested you'd all but forgotten about it. "Mm, no, it's alright."

"Are you having trouble sleeping?" He asked after a moment of silence from you. 

Your eyes widened a bit and then it was your turn to observe him. They were large and brown, and slightly red and puffy from crying you'd done hours ago. He waited patiently for your response.

"I know you're not a regular doctor but…" You began quietly and faded fast. He waited still, but you didn't go on. 

"But what?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat. "Do you- do you honor doctor patient confidentiality?" 

The corner of Yoongi's mouth tugged up as he cocked his head a few degrees, eyes roaming over your nervous demeanor. You had something you wanted—or needed—to trust him with, and whether it was part of his code or not, he knew at that moment he would keep any secret for you. His head nodded subtly. 

"Of course. Is there something you're concerned about?" He took cautious steps toward you, but still kept several feet of distance between you.

"There's something I need. I know you don't have it on hand. But I can't leave, at least not without one of the guys and Taehyung would lose his mind and Jungkook is too damn observant and nosey, and I don't know about Hoseok but somehow he seems like the worst option…"

Yoongi couldn't help snickering as you rambled. "What is it that you need, Val?" It wasn't an impatient question. He merely wanted to stop your wheels from spinning, and he could see them grind to a halt. 

You coughed and swallowed, seemingly unable to clear the blockage in your throat. As he noticed the tick, his eyes landed on the faint bruises on your neck. He had noticed the hint of them earlier in the day, but they were more prominent now. A matching set had blossomed on your wrists too. Just as he was pondering them, you finally spoke. 

"I need a morning after pill," you forced out in a quiet rush of words. They confirmed that indeed you had suffered an act of violence earlier in the day, and Yoongi's heart shattered for you. 

He cleared his throat quietly and looked at your face, causing you to look away and he followed suit. "I don't have that here. And I can't leave at the moment. But as soon as I can get out, I'll head to a pharmacy and get what you need." There was no hesitation or judgement in his voice, only assurance. "In the meantime, I can give you something to help you sleep," he offered. 

You rubbed your right hand anxiously over your arm and nodded with a quiet, "thank you," but your eyes didn't leave the ground. 

Yoongi desperately wished he could say something to comfort you, but it seemed useless. He couldn't promise you that everything would be alright, or that you had nothing to fear. He didn't know you well enough to know if you would find solace in a friendly hug, but he figured you probably wouldn't like to be touched. He could only do what you asked, and it didn't feel like nearly enough. But he vowed silently to do anything in his power to help you through the next stages of whatever was to come. 

Calmly, he moved around his cabinets, finding the pills he was looking for. He doled out two tablets until your palm and gave you a glass of water. You tossed back the pills and gulped down every last drop before handing it back to him. Then the two of you stood awkwardly for a moment.

"Those are strong, so you should head up to bed. Sleep as much as you can, and I'll come see you in the morning." He gave you a small thin smile. 

"Thanks, Doc," you murmured as you turned toward the door. "Sorry for disturbing you."

"You didn't," he assured you. "You're welcome here anytime."

You gave him one last small, grateful smile and left. 

An hour later, Namjoon and Hoseok found Yoongi reading in the living room so that he wouldn't miss their arrival.

"Everything okay?" Yoongi asked as he slipped his bookmark between the pages. 

Namjoon nodded as he walked into the room, loosening his tie. "Everything quiet here?"

"Yeah." Yoongi cleared his throat. "I gotta go out for a little bit."

Namjoon raised his eyebrows suspiciously. It was pretty rare that Yoongi went out, and never in the middle of the night unless it was under Namjoon's orders. 

"It's nothing. I just gotta go to the pharmacy."

Namjoon narrowed his eyes incredulously. "At three in the morning?"

"It's rather time sensitive," Yoongi elaborated, only barely.

"Is there something you're out of?" Namjoon always made sure to keep things fully stocked.

Yoongi hesitated. Namjoon was an old friend, in addition to his boss, and he was never good at lying anyway, but he really wanted to keep your trust. "It's a…special circumstance."

Namjoon scoffed as he wrapped his tie around his hand. "Yoongi, what the hell is going on?" The man merely stared back at him, and now Hoseok had drawn close, intrigued, but both men gave him a look that had him backing off and heading back out the front door to drive home. "It's Val, right? What's wrong?"

"I really can't say." Yoongi scratched the back of his neck.

"Yoongi!" The boss leveled a withering stare at the smaller man.

"Namjoon, she came to me as a patient to a doctor. I can't-"

"You're not a real doctor!" Namjoon reminded him vehemently.

"You can't tell me you don't want to protect her as much as I do. That's why you kept what you learned about her to yourself the other night." Yoongi had noticed the way Namjoon wasn't shocked by parts of her story the way the others were.  

"Yoongi," Namjoon faltered. 

"It's fine. She's doing it to all of us. But right now she asked me for this and I have to protect her, alright?"

"Yeah, go," Namjoon sighed and let Yoongi walk away from him and out the front door.

Yoongi had never had to buy emergency contraception before. He couldn't even remember the last time he bought condoms. He'd determined a long time ago that it wasn't fair or safe to ask anyone to be a part of his life when he was a part of this life. Even if Yoongi didn't usually participate in anything dangerous or illegal, anyone close to him would always be vulnerable, so he stayed away. 

He was still a medical professional, though—kind of—so he quickly found what he was looking for in the feminine care aisle of the 24-hour pharmacy and chose the brand with the highest efficacy. While he was walking back toward the registers he realized that you'd probably be needing other feminine products soon. Of course he had no idea what you would prefer, so he just got an assortment of sizes of tampons and pads and felt pretty pleased with himself. Walking to the front once more he thought it might be nice if you had some snacks, since he knew you might be uncomfortable and probably in bed for the next day. Again, in complete ignorance of what you might like, he grabbed an assortment of salty and sweet snacks and some drinks. 

By the time he was finally ready to pay, he wished he'd picked up a basket. He dumped all of the items in his arms onto the counter and the cashier began to ring them up. She gave him a look with raised eyebrows, which he skillfully avoided seeing by looking at his wallet. He paid and exited quickly with his bags without saying a word to her.

Back in his clinic, Yoongi put away all the sanitary products he bought for a rainy day. Then he got a tray and removed the pill from its packaging, placing it in a tiny plastic cup along with a glass of water and some of the snacks he had bought you. When he was done he looked at the clock.

Just before 4 o'clock. 

He didn't want to wake you. He wasn't even sure you'd be lucid if he did with all the drugs he'd given you to help you sleep earlier. But he also knew the effectiveness of the pill lessened over time, and the sooner you took it the better, so he decided to head up to your room.

It was all quiet in the house, which wasn't unusual. Yoongi was used to the quiet, since he was usually the one here when everyone else was out. But he rarely came to the upper floors of the house unless someone was really sick, and it was strange to think of everyone tucked up nicely in their beds while he was the one on a delicate mission. 

He balanced the tray on one hand while the other knocked quietly on your door. There was no answer, but he hadn't expected one. Cautiously, he opened the door and slipped inside, closing it behind him just as quietly. There was enough pale moonlight coming in through the balcony door to let him make it safely to your bed. You barely took up any room on the large king size bed that you had burrowed into the middle of.

Yoongi set down the tray on your bedside table and turned on the lamp. He whispered your name but when you didn't respond he said it a little louder. The last thing he wanted to do was have to shake you. Luckily, you awoke when he used a regular speaking voice. 

Your eyes popped open and you sat up. "Where am I?" You asked urgently. 

"It's okay. It's just Yoongi. Er…you're with Bangtan, remember?" 

"Right." You rubbed your eyes and squinted at him in the bright light. "What's up, Doc?"

Yoongi chuckled and decided to risk sitting on the edge of the bed. "Uh, I got what you asked me for. Do you remember?"

You nodded tiredly and whispered, "I remember."

"Do you still want to take the pill?" He asked, focusing on controlling the hand that ached to reach out and brush your wild hair away from your face. 

"Please." You nodded again. 

Quickly, Yoongi grabbed the two cups from the tray and handed them both to you. His nerves electrified where your skin touched his, even only for an instant. He already wanted more. 

He'd wanted more since the first time you went into his clinic and tried to act tough while he patched you up. He wanted more even though he knew he couldn't have it. After hearing your story, Yoongi quickly realized what it was that made you so attractive to everyone around you. It was actually quite simple. The same thing Joaquin and his father had noticed in you. A burning desire to live. Your aura burned with life, no matter how dark your circumstances were. And for Yoongi, it made music in the silence of his life, like a song from childhood that he had forgotten. Maybe it was a siren song, leading him to his doom, but he couldn't help following it.

He watched you take the pill just as casually as you had taken the sedatives earlier. Just like before, you handed the glass to him when you'd drained it.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, not quite ready to leave you, even though he knew he shouldn't stay long.

"Sleepy," you mumbled and he could see your eyes beginning to droop again as you laid back down.  

"Right. Well, I brought you some snacks, in case you wake up hungry. The medicine might make you nauseous, or make your stomach hurt. Come see me when you wake up or…I can leave you my number in case you don't feel well enough." He began to look around him for something to write on. 

"Don't have my phone. Got rid of it," you responded sleepily. "Don't worry, Doc. If I need you, I'll just yell your name until you come. You'll come, right?" 

He laughed fondly as the sleep talked for you. "Yeah, I'll come right away," he promised and pulled the covers up to your chin. 

"Thanks, Doc. But don't worry about me. I know the drill. No problem." By now your eyes were closed and your breathing was already heavy. 

"Don't worry. I'll take care of you," he replied to himself before gathering his things to leave. 

"What do you want?" Yoongi grumbled unpleasantly when he found Taehyung waiting in his clinic the next morning. The younger man knew better than to bother him before his third cup of coffee. 

"I'm worried about Val. She's still sleeping. She's not usually a late sleeper."

Yoongi tried to keep down the little bit of jealousy he felt at Taehyung knowing such a banal fact about you. It spoke of mornings Taehyung probably woke up with you already out of bed, going in search of you. 

"She might sleep a little longer. I gave her some strong medication to help her sleep last night," Yoongi admitted. "Best just to let her be." Secretly though he was already anxious to go check on you. 

Tae sighed dramatically and leaned over the exam table on his elbows, making the paper crinkle and Yoongi ground his teeth . "Hyung, she keeps rejecting me. She won't let me back in. She even kicked me out of her bed last night."

"You went to her bed last night?" Jungkook suddenly joined them after hearing their voices down the hall. He popped a piece of a half peeled tangerine into his mouth. 

"Yeah. I just wanted to sleep with her, but she said the thought of my hands on her made her skin crawl. I don't understand how she could go from loving me to hating me so quickly," he pouted.

"Maybe she never did love you," Jungkook mocked. 

"Fuck you," Taehyung spat bitterly. 

Yoongi reached out and smacked Taehyung on the back of the head. "What the fuck is the matter with you?"

"Ow! What!" Taehyung cried and grabbed his head 

"She had a traumatic day yesterday and you went slithering into her bed like some creep! Of course she didn't want you to touch her!" 

"What do you mean? Did she say something to you?" Taehyung gaped. 

Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose. "Either you are the densest mother fucker on the planet, or you actually don't love her at all, and I don't know which is worse."

"Hyung!" Taehyung whined, but Yoongi ignored him, not able to control himself enough to explain. 

"Come on, Tae," Jungkook intervened. "It doesn't take a genius to figure out. She had to see her old boss, master, lover…whatever. Whatever he said or did to her was enough to make her come here and tell us her whole terrible story and ask for protection. Didn't you see how she was shaking? Pale? Fuck, even I could tell she was in shock. Are you really that self absorbed?" 

"Man, fuck you guys. I'm not," Tae muttered. 

"Look, Taehyung, if you care about her and want a future with her, then it's in your best interest to give her space right now. Smothering her is only going to make her push back harder."

"Oh, because you're suddenly an expert in women and my girlfriend. Fuck off, Yoongi," he sneered before he stormed out. 

Jungkook shook his head as he began peeling another tangerine. "Taehyung can be such a child sometimes."

Yoongi glared at the youngest for a moment before he snatched the piece of fruit from his hands. "Get the fuck out."

Jungkook merely smirked and turned toward the door. "There's a fresh pot of coffee in the kitchen, hyung."

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Thank You For Coming vmin | explicit | one shot (13,613 words) explicit content | strangers to lovers | medical AU

Dr Kim Taehyung is a sex researcher. Park Jimin masturbates in front of him for science. 

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Louder Than Bombs

BTS x The Walking Dead

(Part one)

Yoonkook - Jungkook Centric - morally grey Jungkook (the apocalypse is difficult, okay?)

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The smell of gunpowder and wet mud clung in Jungkook’s nose, it was far from pleasant but had served to be a much nicer aroma than that of the dead. Flesh - rotting and raw - had to be one of the most disgusting smells on planet earth. Jungkook was sure that if times were different and he could be picky he’d revert to a strict vegetarian diet. 

He would visit the store freely, loudly, explicitly and he’d grab one of the trollies with a now-dead joy, even if it had squeaky wheels that barely rolled in a straight line, and fill it with fresh fruits and vegetables, puddings - lots of puddings - he’d buy shower gels that smelled like heaven in a bottle, laundry detergent that made him feel safe and warm and he’d pay at the till with the largest grin on his face; thank the cashier, wish them well and be sincere about it. If times were different, he’d rush the food home so it didn’t go bad, wrestle his bike out of the little shed he had in his garden and head to the gym, spend an hour or so there before he’d head back home and message around to see if any of his friends were busy because he’d finally got a day off. 

If things were different, Jungkook wouldn’t take the little things for granted. But things were not different, everything had reached its terminus, an end to those little segments of euphoria; an end to mankind as he once knew it. He probably wouldn’t last much longer, it was morbid but he’d grown to accept it, everyone in an apocalypse is just simply waiting to die; procrastinating the inevitable because humans could never really process abruptness. 

Jungkook knew he’d die soon. If the living-dead didn’t get him, and the living-living left him be, then the hunger would take him out. He was surprised that it hadn’t already, he often ate not nearly enough or things that were so past its sell-by date that in the world before he’d have thrown it away in fear of food poisoning. Let it rot and mould over in some rubbish heap far away, wasteful but out of sight and out of mind. 

The greens and browns of the forest were bright and refreshing, it was more life than Jungkook had seen in a year. A year. Jungkook could hardly believe the time that’d passed him by. A whole year since he’d lost everything he held dear to him, a year since the dead no longer stayed dead. A year since humanity died. A year since he watched the world darken like paper held tauntingly at the breadth of a flame. 

The forested mountain range around him provided shelter; hid him from any potential threats but also hid the nightmares that lurked in the dark corners, the threats that he needed to see. Jungkook learned that the hard way over the past year; the bullet wound in his thigh was proving to be a scarlet revision card of the dangers that came with roaming the forest at the end of the world. Jungkook had travelled the country to get here, here to Busan. He’d be damned if he’d be taken out just as he arrived. The gun in his hand was heavy as he raised it to shoot.

He had lived sneaking around Korea alone for the past ten months, but originally started the first two months of this whole apocalypse malarkey with his boyfriend and brother. Jungkook had no sense of survival back then; could hardly hold his own weight, never mind a gun, he hadn’t been a threat to anyone but he pretended to be so he could become something of a rock for their terrified trio. A leader. Bluffing your way through an apocalypse was not wise. It was dangerous and risky because it was curtains if someone called your bluff. Granted, bluffing helped so much more than Jungkook gave it credit and he eventually could stop pretending. Although, by that point, he was alone and his heart had been consumed by the fall of humanity. 

Jungkook remembers the day he was separated from the two most important people in his life. There were strangers trying to grow their group because safety was in numbers, mercilessness and strength, they’d offered to band together, said they liked the strength and stubbornness, but Jungkook didn’t trust them - he may have hated zombie movies but he knew well enough that stranger danger was intensified in an apocalypse. Jungkook couldn’t forget the narrowed eyes of whom he’d placed as their leader or the way his cheeks dimpled when he spoke and made a very contrasting attribute for a man of such intimidation, the stranger had power and planning, whoever he was, he definitely did not have to bluff like Jungkook did. 

They’d all been milling around, too afraid to turn their backs on each other, it was no surprise when the hoard showed up, growling and groaning, a haunting noise that echos in his ears every time he tries to sleep. They let themselves be stupidly unaware for just a fraction of time and then they were surrounded. 

He remembers catching one of the strangers huddling beside his brother, weaponless and terrified; Jungkook remembers the tears in the man’s eyes and the shaking in his hands. Jungkook trusted them at that moment, the group of strangers, that is, he realised that they were equals just trying to procrastinate the painfully slow process that was death. He thought it would be alright from there, there was safety in these people, they could survive together, they could trust each other. They were human, not yet the walking dead. 

It was a small hoard to begin with, one they could tackle easily but there was a second wave stumbling not too far behind, lured in by the sounds of them all fighting. They fought together, bathing each other in clotted, rotting blood, the thick and sticky half liquid-half solid matter clung to everything like dead weight - literally - but at that moment, Jungkook hadn’t cared, he was too focused on getting Yoongi and Jimin and the lost looking stranger into safety. 

Jungkook needed to be that one person he knew he’d shout at if he were to watch the scene play out on the television, because this was his reality now and he understood those foolish people on the screen. He needed to make some kind of escape for these people, otherwise they’d get too tired and all this fighting would be for nothing because they would be eaten anyway. 

Jungkook remembers calling for everyone to head up the fire exit right beside them, remembers holding back a cry as he ran past it, hitting the top of a dumpster and began yelling, “keep going! Keep climbing! I’ll keep them distracted!” Jungkook’s heart hammered away in his chest like the drums of a heroic death. He needed to keep the dead’s attention on him so they would not grab at them as they climbed the ladders, but he was not going to die today, not a chance.

The hoard - about thirty of the dead - were quick, hissing as they stretched out their decomposing hands in close attempts of grabbing him, Jungkook was getting tired; struggling to keep his stamina in check. Jungkook realised he was stuck pretty quickly and groaned outwardly, this is why he hates these characters, this is why bluffing his way through the apocalypse was not a good idea. 

Once he had lured them into the corner, he pushed the dumpster around to trap as many as he could before swinging his bat at whatever was left, but it was not enough and he fell, buried beneath gnashing teeth and rotten flesh. They were heavy and Jungkook cried out in a whirlwind of emotions but managed to use the kitchen knife in his hand to stab at the two above him before using the last string of strength to push them off and cursed the government for having the strict gun laws he had once admired.

He ran to the fire exit, unscathed and shaken, but stopped when the ladder was gone and the others were looking over the edge of the building. Jungkook cursed and ran to the next one, climbing quickly to reach the top. He had not expected to be met with a gun barrel, that had probably been stolen from the military sites, poised hauntingly at his glabellar once he had clambered to safety. “I don’t think so. We saw you go down. You've been bitten.” 

The memories from there fade a little, between getting shot in the side - the angle of the shot skewed by his brother’s intervention and Jungkook waking up, covered in dust and blood beneath the rubble of the shop he had been standing above. At that time, he was sure he’d been reanimated - he sure felt like he had, the pain was unbearable -  but once he came to, he knew he was alive, breathing, oxygenated, full of coherent senses and he had called out to anything, anyone above him, supposing it’d been no more than a few minutes and they’d be there to get him anytime soon. He had waited patiently, painfully using whatever he could to keep the slice along his hip clean, and the bullet wound uninfected but as minutes turned into a day and a day turned into a week, he knew they were not coming. They had abandoned him after he had risked his life to keep them alive. 

For Jungkook, God - though he had never really been religious - had died and so had the only people in his life that he had left to love. Jungkook was alone and if he wanted to survive, he needed to move. So he left, forced his healing body to heal quicker, scavenged, learned how to survive alone, began to understand weaponry and bittered his heart for survival of the fall of humanity over the course of ten months.  

Jungkook, who bluffed his way through absolutely anything and everything was dead too, he was still wasting away on that deserted shop floor, hoping that his long lost love would return to him. This Jungkook, the one calculating his next move, this Jungkook was a killer. Cold blooded, maniacal almost. He had become the walking dead. Sly, malicious, tactical in everything he did. This Jungkook had a rebirth, he was no longer the feeble caterpillar writhing around on the nearest leaf, he was a moth stuck in a person’s ear canal, dirty and irritating, awaiting the next host he could feed off of whilst simultaneously eating away the flesh around him. 

Yoongi and Jimin were dead to Jungkook, it was what kept him moving, they were no longer there to weigh Jungkook down and pull him into tough situations like the last one they were in. Jungkook was free now, he could be selfish and survive peacefully, he let himself forget their faces, their voices, their habits, he forced away the memories of the gentle way Yoongi used to dance his fingers over Jungkook’s back and lull him into sleep. Jungkook forced his brain to discard all memories of Jimin sticking to the protective hyung role in all ages of their life and the way Jimin would come home with black eyes and busted knuckles for fighting the kids who dared to bully his nerdy little Jungkookie. They were gone and Jungkook forced himself to make sure they were completely gone, not even existing as one of the unfathomable walking dead.

The apocalypse was something weird to Jungkook, he wasn’t sure how it worked, even if some fancy scientist had explained it to him once, before he blew himself to smithereens, it still didn’t make sense, it wasn’t possible; how could it be possible? Bodies rot and, judging by the rate of decay in which the hoards he’d fought off were at, they rot faster when they’re reanimated, Jungkook couldn’t understand how they moved and saw and smelled their prey. There was no logic in the dead being able to hear and pinpoint the smallest of pindrops, how their rotting, sticky, foul smelling hands grabbed as harshly as they did or how they still had the need to eat. Jungkook had never understood it, all those comics and shows he could never really get into about the days of the dead had always made him want to roll his eyes; he preferred the slices of life, the plot lines that made sense and gripped your heart, the angsty stories and movies that have you sobbing into your blanket at three am. 

It was ironic now, those slices of life were no longer slices of life, they were the fantasy, a fiction, a daydream some teenager would mope about wanting to happen, they would mope about being born into the wrong era, they would pout and hum long forgotten songs as they washed away the clotted blood and rotting organs from their clothes. That calm wave of life had gone, that normalcy that had been taken away from them, was a utopia craved by those within this dystopia that was created by the global governments royally fucking everything. A combination of population control, greed, medicine and poor communication skills. They let their dysfunction eat away at good, innocent people, it destroyed the world like everyone said it would but never stopped because no one can benefit from an equal world. Apparently.

The smell of gunpowder returned to his nose and reeled back his thoughts, away from what was to what is and what is, is fighting the living. The throbbing in his thigh needed to be pushed away, swallowed down to be digested for adrenaline. This was not how Jeon Jungkook died. Not yet, it was too abrupt and nowhere near as dramatic enough. 

A group, three or so - Jungkook didn’t really get a good look at them - had not even given the lone survivor a chance before opening fire, they started this but that was okay because Jungkook would finish it. He’d survive this and win, even if it meant turning the beautiful forest into a cemetery. He wasn’t sure why they were shooting at him but he suspected stranger danger and desperateness for supplies, not that Jungkook had many of those - unless they were cannibals, he supposed; Jungkook had been there, tried that, it had been keeping him alive when stale food was unavailable. He’d already shot one of them, he heard the commotion of it, the loud thud of their body and someone’s gentle cry for them to stay awake.

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook pushed himself up on his uninjured leg and pulled up the small pistol he had stolen from one of the few untouched military bases at the edge of Busan, and he aimed right for where he saw an arm poking out from behind a tree and he pulled the trigger, hating the ache that the kickback sent jeering up his arms but cheering in a silent pride that he’d got another one of them, their cries of pain cutting over the gunfire echo that rained over them. He moved his gun again, aiming for the head that poked gently out from behind another tree to look at the one Jungkook had just shot, He pulled the trigger, taking a step forward as he did so, a mistake, he missed them by a couple of inches, hitting the tree instead, “bastard.”

Jungkook stumbled forward again, gun clenched tightly in his fist and he was on full alert, turning to shoot as he saw someone step out from behind a tree on his back left. They moved too fast for Jungkook to react to and he was tackled to the floor, the thud of it had been echoed by a desperate, pained, drowsy, “Yoongi!” 

The dead would be there soon, Jungkook needed to get this over with and move on, he shoved the person off harshly and did not think twice about pulling the trigger. His unstable balance and tug of his heart at the name threw his aim further off and he hit the stranger in the side and there was another pained, drowsy, barely hanging on, “Yoongi!” 

It made Jungkook’s fist clench tighter around the handle of the pistol in his hand, turning to the source of the shout. Gun aimed and hands shaking as he refused to let that voice, that familiar voice and the man trying to wrestle him to a stop with such a familiar name be the cause of his defeat. The voice was something soft and soaked in pain, something familiar, as their body could be heard crawling across the forest floor, held back and weak from where Jungkook had shot him. He knew that voice, knew that face, that cry, it reminded him of days running through the fields of the farm he grew up on, it reminded him of sick days in bed spent watching movies, it reminded him of light and happiness and the only family member to ever really enjoy Jungkook’s presence once he hit his teen years. It reminded him of everything he forced himself to forget.

He must have faltered for a second because he was soon met with a body, heavy and well built, overpowering him entirely tackling him to the floor. He relented with a grunt, his arm caught and twisted beneath the knee of whoever had pounced on him and his gun thrown off to the side.

“Don’t move or you’ll lose your head.” Jungkook huffed at the threat but remained still as the sting of a blade made its way across his throat. There was a ringing in his ears, probably from the come down of adrenaline, and the bullet wound in his thigh began throbbing in a way that brought Jungkook to breathlessness. He kept his eyes closed, doing his best not to writhe in pain but the person on top of him was heavy and sitting on the many wounds and their hand was pressed painfully into his chest as they kept themselves somewhat balanced; if they weren’t holding a blade to his neck, he’d have flipped them over easily. “I said don’t fucking move.” Their voice was deep and gravely, it sent chills down the back of Jungkook’s neck.

“It’s hard not to when you’re sitting on my gunshot wound and pushing your hand into my fucking sternum.” Jungkook groaned, opening one of his eyes to scowl at whoever was above him. He couldn’t see them clearly, however, because the sun was far too blinding to keep a focused eye.

“Jimin,” the man above Jungkook said tenderly, sadly, Jungkook couldn’t really see what was happening though and the blade at his neck seemed to dig in harder so he didn’t dare crane his head around. “How bad is it, Joon? Is he alive?” There was fear in the man’s voice, that deep gravel had long since cleared up, he sounded smooth and melodic, a love song Jungkook once played on repeat.

“Yoongi move, move so I can fucking kill him myself.” The leader scowled, his own pistol pointed at Jungkook’s face, his hand was shaking and there were tears clouding his eyes. The wounded shoulder he was spotting looked awfully painful and it brought Jungkook’s attention to his own wound once again and to the man atop of him.

Jungkook felt his heart plummet to his stomach, fear and excitement bubbling through him. “Park Jimin?” Jungkook frowned, his brother was alive and Jungkook had just shot him, apparently. There was something buzzing around his head and it made him light headed, there his brother lay, turned onto his back by the tall stranger and he was agonisingly still because Jungkook had shot him. The man Jungkook had once loved more than life itself was pinning Jungkook down in fear and hate, a boiling anger that could be felt in the reflection of light from the blade at Jungkook’s throat. It was an odd realisation, like a horde of the dead had fallen on him. 

It was a pin drop moment, when the man above him leaned closer, a frown pulled together on his face and realisation flooding his brain, “Jungkook?” The relief in the man’s eyes had washed out instantly, replaced with a layer of white-hot anger. Jungkook didn’t understand why Yoongi would be angry, he was the one that left, he took everything they had for survival and they had taken Jungkook’s plan of returning to the farm in Busan and left him to become one of the rotters as if they were never in love, as if Jungkook was the stranger. 

Min Yoongi was Jungkook’s first love and last string to the peace of the living world. Yoongi and Jungkook had been together for a majority of their lives, they dreamed of getting married one day but the laws were never passed and times changed and life - what was left of it - moved on. Still, they had worked to the bone to get a cosy little house and a garden, good jobs that they’d plunged themselves into student debts for, they worked hard for each other and their love and gave each other something that their outside world couldn’t. It was cheesy as cheesy could be but Jungkook loved that and would not have changed it for the world. They had been soulmates through and through and accepting that Yoongi had left him all those months ago - left him to die and turn - to do nothing but stumble around this grim abyss alone had been impossible. Now here they lay, Jungkook seeming to be the villainous dragon that Yoongi the noble, valiant knight would be protecting his people from if he chopped off its head with this big shiny sword. 

Jungkook fell placid, all tension that had built up inside of him disappeared, as a menacing, taunting laugh broke past Jungkook’s chapped lips, a sound so unstable and crafted by months and months of poisoning his own humanity and smashing his once perfect moral compass into a million fragments and the name of his lover rolled off of his tongue like a poisoned arrow, “Min Yoongi. We meet again.”

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But You Do...

➡Pairing: Doctor!Kim Namjoon × oc (Seo Lee)

➡Genre: fluff, angst, romance

➡Trope/au: strangers to lovers, slice of life

➡Rating: NC-17

➡Triggers/warnings: Graphic depiction of verbal abuse and emotional abuse, infliction of harm to health, toxic family relationships, description of pollen allergy, lots of crying, OC's mother is a bitch

➡Word Count: 3.5k+

➡Banner(s): made by apotatomashedbybts

➡ Summary: A simple wish of having a loving family was never so simple for Lee. So when she ran away from that unfulfilled wish she realised that not all wishes are granted the way they are wanted. And sometimes a loving family can be a single person too.

➡ Disclaimer: This fanfiction was originally posted 2 YEARS AGO ON JULY 03, 2019 AT 12:34 AM. The description of the symptoms and effect caused by the allergy and the treatments may not be accurate. The italics indicate flashbacks/past incidents.

➡ Author's note: I wish I was this consistent when I was posting these chapters originally! But at least I am going to do that for the first three chapters now. Again as I said in the first chapter, I hope and pray no one is going through such time. And if someone is then please reach out. Even venting about it helps a lot.

Let me know your thoughts on this one! I always appreciate and look forward to feedbacks. And they give me motivation to writeeeee!!! :)💜🌼

The alarm clock pulled Lee out of her dreamless sleep earning itself a groan from her.

"Why did I even put on the alarm in the first place?" She thought to herself irritatingly and pulled the blanket closer, clearly attempting to get some more sleep. After about half an hour, she woke up to check the time. With half closed eyes she saw that it was 10:30am. Her head felt heavy and she thought to herself, "Ah! I will sleep for 30 minutes more." Then rolling over she stuffed her face into the pillow and went back to sleep again.

She woke up with a start, head still dizzy from sleeping so much, and looking at her mobile she noticed that it was 2:45pm. "I will sleep for five minutes more. I am not that hungry yet." She convinced herself and like that her five more minutes turned into a few more hours and when she finally woke up the sun had already gone down and her stomach grumbled like thunder because of hunger. Pulling herself out of the bed she took a quick shower and decided to eat outside because she wasn't feeling like eating that hotel's food tonight.

Walking through the crowd of returning office workers she sighed heavily. She wondered if her life would be like that one day too where she could return back to her family at the end of the day. But again the memories of family only pained her and that's why she took this decision to begin with. She told herself that days will get better and stopped in front of a tteokbeoki shop. Inhaling the savoury scent she walked in smiling and took an empty seat in the corner.

As Lee made herself comfortable and waited for the waiter to approach her a group of cheerful young boys and girls entered the shop and took the empty table that was just opposite to her's. She tried to ignore all the ruckus that they were causing but then suddenly her eyes caught something which made her heart participate in a tantrum along with her brain.

"Holy fuck! I totally forgot that Linda's distant friends are coming today for the late bachelorette party! Oh God why are you doing this? Why here of all places?"

Her body reacted involuntarily and she moved to the opposite seat where her back was facing at them. She prayed hard to go unnoticed by her sister and thanked God that she decided to wear the new hoodie tonight that none of her family members had seen yet. Putting on the pollution mask she shook her legs anxiously as the waiter reached her to take the order. She pulled away her mask slightly and almost tried to whisper out the words - out of fear that her sister would recognise her voice - and said, "I'll order a tteokbeoki to go please. And also please make it quick. I am actually in a bit of hurry," and displaying a constipated smile she went back to her anxious leg-shaking session.

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Lee couldn't remember when was the last time she had walked so fast. It was as if a psycho killer was on a hunt for her. Releasing her body on the bed she took in the much needed breath and sighed loudly.

"Why do I always find myself running away from the ones I love? Why am I so unlucky?" She asked the unknown entity and wiped away the tears that had started to fall.

"Come on mom! You can't do that! You know that Lee is allergic to flowers! If you are planning on decorating the whole venue with flowers then you are definitely doing a mistake?"

Lee could hear her brother argue with her mom from inside her room. She just felt bad for her brother that he had to argue for her. In this family only her brother was the one who had ever supported her. Though her father sympathised with her but he never visibly supported her, at least never in front of his wife.

"What do you mean by I am doing a mistake? An wedding venue without flowers? It's our Linda's wedding! You know how much she likes flowers! Of course I am going to decorate the whole venue with flowers!" Mrs. Seo retorted.

"Then at least don't make her the maid of honour! She shouldn't even attend the wedding. Mom! You will kill her!" Lee could sense the extreme anger in his voice. She just wanted to go out and stop them but she knew that it would only make everything worse. So she decided to go back to what she was doing - searching for potential jobs online.

"See Logan, it's totally Lee's fault that she is allergic to flowers! And she IS going to be the Maid of Honour, no matter what! There's no one who is willing to take the pressure of that position! So swallow it and shut up. I have work to do." Saying this she went to her room humming happily, a happiness that came from victory.

Logan turned around, frustrated because of the evident defeat, and noticed that Linda was leaning on the kitchen door with a lollipop in her mouth. It was quite clear from her expression that she watched the whole argument and was quite happy with how it went.

It didn't take much time for Logan to understand what was happening, so he went straight upto her and asked, "It was you, wasn't it? How could you?"

She rolled her eyes and taking out the lollipop from her mouth, replied, "Me? What did I do? Why are you charging at me?"

"Come on! Do you think I am a fool who can't see through you? You are the reason behind mom being stubborn!" Logan replied after scoffing.

"So what? It's my fucking wedding! I like flowers and I will decide who my maid of honour will be! It's none of your business! Fill your wedding venue with plastics for all I care and stay away from ruining mine!" Logan looked at her frustratingly as she turned on her heels and went into her room after saying all these.

A defeated sigh made its way out of his lungs and Logan turned around to go back to his room only to find Lee standing outside her door and looking at him - a look that he could recognise right away, a look that he was habituated to see since he was mature enough to understand - with sadness and gratefulness.

She walked up to him and ruffling his messy hair smiled at him with adoration. "I am sorry. It's my fault that you have to go through this all the time." She said choking back the tears.

"It's not your fault! It never was!" He replied, and looked away sighing.

"Okay! Leave this. Let's go get some ice cream outside! Hmm? My treat!" She looked at his face with a pleading look. A desperate try to calm him down sat down in her heart.

He just nodded and smiled, trying hard to not make his sister more upset. Since he was a child, the difference in treating his oldest sister and the others in family was quite apparent to him and he couldn't help but protest against it. He loved his oldest sister dearly and could understand how miserable she felt but his opinions regarding Lee had always been next to nothing to everyone else in the family.

"Ah! The weather is so nice today! Which flavour should we get?" Lee asked with a cheery smile and looked through the menu placard.

"I want the vanilla ice cream with honey!" Logan said, pointing to the one he wanted.

"Okay then! One vanilla ice cream with honey and one rainbow cone, please." Lee ordered with a polite smile.

Instead of returning right away, they sat on the swings in the nearby park and talked while eating the ice creams.

"Are you sure that you will be okay with this?"

Lee could understand that Logan was never going to stop worrying but there was nothing she could do too. So she accepted her fate, her mother's judgement.

"I'll be fine. Don't worry! I'll go through this just fine! You should worry about yourself. Aren't you going on a date with your crush, Belle, tomorrow? Let me give you some useful tips!" Lee winked at her brother.

"Ah! Stop, I will just deal with it right! And restrict yourself from thinking yourself as some kind of love guru, ha ha ha, you are the one here who needs an advice." Logan burst out laughing while leaning towards his front.

"You are such a brat! I am not talking with you! Hmph!" Lee turned her head to the other side showing fake anger. Her brother's small teasing were one of the few things that kept her happy and these felt a lot better than her mother's hurtful words.

Logan knew what would make his sister turn her face towards him. He began swaying the small bowl of half-filled ice cream in front of her nose and started luring her, "Ummm this flavorful ice-cream would just go to waste of I don't finish this right now. I am just gonna gulp this down like water and may be not share this with Lee-the-food-monster. Hmm hmm I should do that." And started taking it back real slowly. Lee just couldn't let the opportunity slip away - she snatched the small bowl from her brother's hand and putting a spoonful in her mouth shoved her half finished cone in Logan's hand and giggled. Oh, how she wished these giggles lasted longer.

.

"Oh so you are back! Done spoiling your own brother? What good have you ever done? What will you ever do with that evil brain of yours?" The stone storms started as soon as they stepped through the door. Their mother was just waiting for them to "place them on the right track'.

"At least I won't bully my own daughter!" Lee replied and suddenly loud cheers and the song La-da-da-da-dah /It's the one and only D-O-double-G started playing in the background and someone put black sunglasses on her eyes and a cigar in Lee's mouth .

"Are you even listening to what I am saying? Whenever I am seeing you, you are always staring into the space and daydreaming!" The shout from her mom pulled Lee out of her trance and she blinked her eyes several times realising that it was only her imagination. She sighed loudly and stayed silent - after all her replies would only get more replies back.

Her mom shook her head in frustration and said, "I can't stop you from being a disappointment but do me a favour and go to sleep! Next week is your sister's wedding and the last thing I would want is to get blamed for your horrible looks. And Logan, dear, stop hanging out with her so much honey, it's for your betterment." Piercing this words through Lee's heart Mrs. Seo went back to her room.

"Hey, let's go to sleep okay? Good night!" Lee wished her brother in a shaky voice and went inside her room in a hurry. Logan knew what she was going to do now but he had nothing he could do so he whispered a small 'I love you' to her before she closed the door behind her.

Switching off the lights she curled into a ball on her bed. She did this every time she got hurt by her mother. It was as if she was seeking the warmth in herself that she wanted from her mother. By this time she should have gotten used to all of these but still she hadn't. All she ever wanted was a loving family, a loving mother like they show in the TVs, like her friends had. She wanted to hear loving words but all she ever heard from her mother was how she wanted to die because of her. She thought it was ridiculous that no matter how much she was hurt, no matter how much her heart was wounded, she always went back to seek that unreachable warmth, she always called out in a silent voice to her mom to soothe her in between her uncontrollable sobs. But the silent screams that faded into the darkness were the only companions she had and sometimes she didn't even mind them.

~Wedding day~

Lee hummed happily while getting ready for her sister's big day. The main reason was though not the wedding, it was her job confirmation that she received last night. She have to move to Seoul for it next month and she had decided to share the happy news with everyone at evening while giving toast. She hurriedly made a few important calls reminding all the bridesmaids to arrive at the venue sharply at 11 am and went to have her breakfast before doing her make-up. She was alone at her house because her mother had strictly told her to arrive at the venue just half an hour before the ceremony began and she herself had drove away to the venue along with the others at dawn. Though surprised at such a weird order Lee dared not to question her mother so she had kept shut and stayed back.

Arriving at the venue Lee looked into every arrangements carefully and though she had taken her medicines in the morning, the presence of so many flowers were not being her friend at all. Displaying a troubled smile she went in to bring the bride and corrected the order in which everyone was going to enter the altar.

She was going to enter the venue alone right after bridesmaids and ushers. She smiled to herself nervously and entered when suddenly a bucket full of pink rose petals fell on her. She was surprised at first then horrified after realising what just happened. A few seconds passed by before her eyes blurred out slightly and she noticed her mom smiling with satisfaction. She quickly walked to the altar to take the inhaler secretly and waited impatiently for the bride and groom to take their vows. After the completion of vows she quickly walked over to her mother and said, "Mom, can you please come with me to the guestroom?"

Her mom sighed reluctantly and followed who was followed shortly by Logan.

"What is it?" Her mom demanded. Lee rummaged through her bag frantically for her medicines but there weren't any. She remembered that she had forgotten to buy the refills amidst the weddding preparations and cursed herself mentally. She turned around to face her mother who had an unpleasant look on her face. Lee took the inhaler sharply and asked, "What is it? Are you asking me that question seriously? Is this some kind of sick joke? See mom, I know you don't like me but you didn't have to do this!"

Her mom displayed a shocked expression and replied, "What do you mean? That was only because I wanted to create a beautiful moment for you!"

"Are you even listening to yourself mom? Sorry for talking to you like this but you have lost your mind! The thought of 'creating beautiful moments' for me never crossed your mind for even once in all these fucking years and now you are doing this in front of everyone when you are clearly aware of the fact that I am allergic to flowers! You know very well how they affect me!" Lee started breathing heavily after saying all these without a break and noticed her brother entering through the door quietly.

"It's totally your fault that beautiful things never suit you! How can a human being can be allergic to such beautiful things? This shows how bad of a soul you are! It feels so unbelievable that I gave birth to a child like you! What wrong have I ever done to have you? Look at your sister! And look at you! You can see the difference, right? Why don't you kill me already! Or die yourself! Seriously I can't stand you in front of my eyes! And as I have never, I will never love you in the future! You are just a curse! And you honestly wanna know why I did what I did?" Her mother moved a little closer to her with the last sentence and after all the yelling, now with a low voice she answered it herself, "I was taking care of 'my' trash."

Lee felt like her mother was shooting daggers at her that pierced right through her heart and the last sentence was the last shove to all the daggers. She felt a surging pain in the middle of her chest. She felt like she would die if she stayed there in the same place as her mother even a few seconds longer. So she ran and the last thing she heard before dashing out of the room was her brother saying, "Mom, that's enough! You have crossed your limit!"

.

Lee woke up from her curled up position with a start when her phone started to ring loudly. She furrowed her eyebrows at the unknown number and picked it up reluctantly.

"Hello? Is this Seo Lee?" A soothing careful voice spoke from the other side of the phone.

"Dr. Kim Namjoon?" She asked surprised.

"H-how? How did you know it's me?" Asked an even more surprised Dr. Kim Namjoon.

"How can I ever forget such an endearing and soothing voice?" Lee whispered to herself.

Not catching what she said Dr. Kim replied, "Sorry.. what did you say?"

"Ah! Nothing, nothing. It's just that I remember your voice! By the way how did you get my number?" Embarrassed, Lee answered quickly to avoid the topic.

"Actually I think you haven't noticed yet but you dropped your wallet at Nari's Tteokbeoki! I was here by chance today and found it lying on the bench. To find the owner I looked into it, sorry for that, and found out your identity card. And a note with number for lost and found purposes," he explained calmly.

Hearing what he said Lee looked around her as if to confirm that she was really missing her wallet. Not finding it she facepalmed and asked herself mentally, "Why am I even doubting him?" and said humbly, "I am so sorry that you had to go through this because of me. Can you please tell me where you are then I can come and pick up my wallet?"

"Of course, I am right here at Nari's Tteokbeoki! I thought may be you live somewhere near and that's why I didn't go anywhere else. I'll be waiting right here! Please take your time." He replied politely.

"Thank you so much. I am hanging up now. See you soon Dr. Kim." Lee replied happily and hung up.

Heaving a relieved sigh Lee rose up to look herself in the mirror and started humming a song that she had listened to recently. She didn't know why but she could sense that she was really happy that she was getting to meet Dr. Kim. She never thought that she will see him again soon but the situation made it possible and her heart fluttered for an unknown reason. She decided to keep the feeling; she wanted to feel the happiness she was feeling right now without caring whether it'd hurt her later or not.

Reaching outside the tteokbeoki place she looked around and inside carefully to see if Linda and her friends were still there and sadly they were.

"For how long are they gonna stay here? Geez!" Lee thought to herself and went to the alley beside the shop.

She took out her phone to call Dr. Kim when a tap on her shoulder startled her and made her turn around with a start. The surprised look on the handsome man's face before her made her calm down a bit and she scratched the back of head embarrassingly, repeating a train of sorry-s.

"You don't have to apologize so much. Here, your wallet. I am glad that I found it otherwise it could have went to some bad people's hands." Dr. Namjoon Kim replied smiling.

Lee looked at his smiling face and wondered how a human being could be so ethereal. The heart that was thumping madly until now out of fear was still thumping but for another reason.

"L-let me treat you to coffee tomorrow if you are free!" Lee blurted out before she could even think it through and crossed her fingers mentally wishing to not get rejected.

"Sure! I would love that. Let me walk you home then!" He offered, the angelic smile still hung on his lips.

"No no, it's totally fine. It's not far from here and the place is always busy too! So there will be no problem at all. I'll reach home safe! You already did a lot!" Lee blabbered out, still contemplating the fact that he agreed to her offer and also not wanting him to find out that she was staying at a hotel.

"Okay then.. reach home safely. I'll text you when I'll be free tomorrow. See you later. Bye!" He said and waved cheerfully before turning away and disappearing into the crowd.

A happy sigh came out of Lee's lungs and she asked herself, "Why did I bring up the coffee suddenly?"

The answer was clear, "Because I want to see him again."

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->Chapter three

— Ⓒ 2022 apotatomashedbybts, all rights reserved. Reposting or modifying of any kind is not allowed. Translations are not allowed.

[sparklehoney7]

Virgo’s Groove

by: jinspinkcrocs

pairing: namjoon/jungkook

info: one shot (10,872)

tags: side sope / side vmin - Freeform / Age Difference / Namjoon is 38 / Jungkook is 27 / Doctor Kim Namjoon | RM / Doctor Jeon Jungkook / Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot / I mean... There's a plot BUT not that much / Pentaport Rock Festival / Boss/Employee Relationship / Jungkook is a resident / Tent Sex / Mutual Pining / Medical Inaccuracies / EXTREMELY MEDICAL INACCURACIES / Explicit Sexual Content

summary: Jungkook is a resident under Dr. Kim Namjoon’s supervision in the pediatric ward of Seoul Hospital. The serious, smart and polite Dr. Kim Namjoon. Thus, it’s extremely obvious that the Pentaport Rock Festival is the last place where Jungkook would come across his boss, right?

...Right?

or: Jungkook comes across his boss, Kim Namjoon, at the Pentaport Rock Festival.

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[aft3rhrs]

Do you have any blog or fic recs for yandere or mafia BTS? You’ve got me obsessed now!

ily! 💗 and yes, in no particular order bc they're all from my reading lists:

@pynkgothicka — yandere ♡⃝ㅤgangsters ෆ, rockstars, scorned lovers

@aajjks — yandere ♡⃝ㅤemperors, bullies, hybrids, sugar daddies, horror movie aus (jungkook centric)

@jeonggukieverse — yandere ♡⃝ㅤthrillers, mind games, mafia ෆ (jungkook centric)

@taetaecherub — yandere ♡⃝ㅤbullies, stalkers, sweet boyfriends

@yoongsisbae — yandere ♡⃝ㅤlover jungkook, seven days a week and the fantasy

@luv-gukkie — yandere ♡⃝ doctors, stalkers, kidnappers, mafia ෆ

@kooktrash — yandere ♡⃝ coworker taehyung & boyfriend jungkook

@silv3rswirls — yandere ♡⃝ㅤstepbrothers, werewolves, serial killers

@sxtaep — yandere ♡⃝ㅤdance teacher hobi

@themochiverse — yandere ♡⃝ㅤmonster namjoon

@deepdarkdelights — yandere ♡⃝ㅤmonsters, ghosts, cults

here's a list of darker themed blogs if you're interested in dead dove content. enjoy! 🫂

[kingofbodyrolls]

Taehyung fic recs 2023

In honor of Taehyung’s birthday, I want to share my ultimate favorite Taehyung fanfictions, that I’ve read this year 💜I haven’t read that much of Taehyung, just recently gotten into it, so the list might be short, so I’ll leave some of the fics I’m really excited to read from my ‘to read’ list 💎 I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell or contains dark themes, so minors dni.❗ 

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fic’s post 💜And if you want more fic recs you can follow me to stay updated 🙂

BTS fic rec index → May | Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep (jjk)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | Nov (*) | Dec (ksj)(💜) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻. 

⭐One of the Boys by @littlemisskookie // kth x f.reader // childhoodfriends!au, slice of life, bestfriends!au, neighbors!au, high school!au // 🌩️🥵🥰

📝 All your life you wanted only one thing- for Kim Taehyung to like you. You did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. But who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him?

🗨️ Woaw! This was so incredibly good, it’s almost hard to describe, but I’ll try: it does a brilliant job at setting the story up, following oc and Taehyung since childhood, and how their friendship develops over time (and their feelings). It’s really cute and funny and with great smut at the end. Overall a brilliantly good read 💯

⭐Baby, Oh Baby by @jungkookiebus // kth x f.reader // established relationship, noneidol!au // 🥵🥰

📝 Taehyung and you have been trying for months to get pregnant; you’ve tried crazy diets, stuck to your calendar, got him to diet, but it’s all been for nothing. No matter how healthy your doctor says you are, you can’t conceive. Taehyung tries everything within his power to show you that everything is going to be okay and for one night he makes you forget all about the calendars, schedules, and all the crazy things that came with you trying to have a baby. 

🗨️ This was just really cute and loving 🥹The smut was also just ❤️‍🔥💯

⭐Baby Maker by @kookslastbutton // kth x f.reader // marriage!au // 🥵🥰

📝 You're pissed at your husband for being late to your weekly baby-making sessions.

🗨️ Aish, the smut in this 🔥Also all the dirty talk really had me going 🥵

⭐Under wraps by @jungkxook // kth x f.reader // e2l, fake dating // 🥵🥰

📝 There’s nothing you and taehyung seem to hate more than each other - except for christmas. having recently been dumped by your (now ex) boyfriend only seems to make this holiday even worse. but when taehyung suggests that you should pretend to be dating each other to save you both the embarrassment, pity, and bothersome questions from family and friends alike for a fun carefree month of celebrations, you can’t possibly say no.

🗨️ I just love me some good enemies to lovers AU 🥵 the relationship between OC and tae is really good, I think the tension between them was well built 👏🏾 I loved how their relationship unfolded and grew through their fake dating 🥹 the way OC realized she had feelings for him, but he had showed her before in his subtle moves, how much more he relaxed in her presence. I loved the interaction between oc and tae’s parents too, the way that they could obviously tell that OC was head over heels 😂 ah just, It was really really good! It was funny, it was comforting, and such a lovely read around Christmas! And the smut was sweet and tender (also hot!) 😍 a really great fic that I’ll add to my Christmas re-reads for years to come ✨ I loved it! Please go read it if you haven’t already 🥹

⭐Farmer boy, I Love You by @strawberrynamjoon // kth x f.reader // farming!au, lowkey e2l // 🥵😂

📝 Needing change in your life you decided it would be a brilliant idea to move to your uncle’s small farm, helping him and your cousin Jimin with the daily work. What you didn’t plan was to fall in love with your beautiful yet very annoying neighbour Taehyung, who seemed to make it his personal mission to tease you every chance he got. And what you expected even less was that he seemed to like you too.

🗨️ This was just utterly sweet, so fluffy 🥺 I really liked this: the way that reader and Taehyung’s friendship deepens, their friends and their banter 🥺 everything was so good, soft, sad sometimes, and just really great and funny too 🤭

⭐The Wannabe-Photographer Chronicles [series] by @gimmethatagustd // kth x f.reader // frenemies to lovers // 🥵

📝 You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s hipster, wannabe-photographer ass. You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s stupid smile and stupid jokes and stupid way of getting under your skin and sticking in your brain.

🗨️ At first I did not realize that this was a series, therefore I’ve linked to the masterlist, lol. Anyway, this series is just so fucking hot, like WHAT 🥵 There’s a lot of banter and their mutual ‘hatred’ for each other just makes this hit incredible hard. Really amazing ✨

⭐Loverboy by @kookslastbutton // kth x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 After a startling conversation with your coworkers, you start feeling insecure about your sexual prowess. You don't initiate as much, you haven't worn lingerie yet, and you're still timid about doing much seducing with your body–are you giving your boyfriend boring sex? Taehyung reassures you that you are perfect and have nothing to worry about.

🗨️ These coworkers gotta go, okay?! 😠🤣 Planting seeds of doubt in OC’s head, no, no. Tae to the rescue!! He is so sweet in this too, yes a real ‘loverboy’ 😍 Gosh and then best friend Jimin - that was just pure gold, their relationship and how he helps OC 🥹 That is friendship goals!! A sweet, loving and comforting Taehyung fic - I loved it ✨

⭐Hush, yeah? [series; ongoing/hiatus] by @kithtaehyung // kth x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au, music festival!au // 🥵

📝 Who knew an innocent accident could turn things so dirty..

🗨️ Pure gold ✨ — I don’t really have much to say, except GO READ IT.

For all of the other lovely fics that I haven’t gotten around to read, but I’m very excited about, I’ve compiled my ‘to read’ list 🙂

‘To read’ list ⬇️

Maybe I do [series; completed] by @chateautae

Gold Rush by @ditttiii

Fanservice by @bangtanintotheroom

Trip by @daechwitatamic

The Art of Obsession by @kooktrash

Dick on the Go by @jeonggukingdom

Love me or we both go down by @gukyi

Gank Mid Lane by @kth1

Good for Me by @icedmatchatae

Something about him by @kooktrash

Love, secret Santa by @jamaisjoons

All I Want for Christmas is You by @ladyartemesia

Buzzed [series; completed] by @junqkook

I’m so sorry that I didn’t get to read more! 😭 Life happened, and yeah. But all of these wonderful fics on my list sound so incredibly good and I really look forward to reading them and give them a lovely review 💜

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAEHYUNG!!! 💜 🥳 🎂

[justimajin]

Fluff Series Masterpost

A collection of lengthy sfw series that incorporate a fluffier tone and have occasional amounts of humor/angst mixed in them. 

⇢ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

↳ Doctor/Surgeon AU, Enemies to Lovers AU

⇢ Word Count: 67.4k / 20 parts 

⇢ Summary: When asked about Dr. Kim, a string of beautifully aligned words are ready spew from your lips. You could possibly go on and on about how his wonderful stubbornness wasn’t similar to talking to a brick wall, or how his observation skills were especially great in preparing your blood vessels for a drastic rupture or even how one gracious stare of his nearly had you on the verge of ripping your essential documents in half. But it seems that, perhaps, there was a lot more to Dr. Kim then what meets the eye…

⇢ Series Masterpost 

☆ One Bad Case of the Jeon Sniffles (sequel to the doctor blues universe) 

☆ Origins of the Park Blues (prequel to the doctor blues universe) 

⇝ Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

↳ Basketball AU, Crossdressing AU

⇝ Word Count: 90.5k / 21 parts

⇝ Summary: The goal has never been in your favor, and despite all your best efforts, you don’t think it ever will be. But that’s right when you finally get the chance to turn things around, to do things the way you’ve always wanted to and to go after what you truly love. However the problem isn’t if you can do it, it’s how much are you willing to do…?

⇝ Series Masterpost 

↠ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader 

↳ Office AU, CEO AU

↠ Word Count: 105.9k / 24 parts

↠ Summary: The workplace isn’t for everyone. It can be mundane and repetitive, with some describing it like a nuisance and others as a blessing. You’re the kind that leans more towards the latter and while it does make you an ideal candidate for many things, nothing could have prepared you for the whirlwind that is the new employee.

↠ Series Masterpost

[ldysmfrst]

American Mate - (4)

First Case of Alpha Space

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 4 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 4132

Work count for Story: 16,244

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children. One of which is special needs, and on 3/28, they lost 75% of their vision. I have had to take time off work to accommodate many MANY doctor appointments. I started a Ko-fi if you feel the heart to donate towards helping with the medical costs of appointments, medication, and modifications to the house, which insurance doesn't cover.

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have Injury, Anxiety, Panic attacks, comfort, Alpha Space, and Cultural differences.

Story Summary: The Hybrid K-pop group BTS is on tour in America; of course, things don't start out the way they should, but after an encounter with Y/n, things change but will everyone follow Fate?

Is it really that big of a deal that you got hurt? My god, you were 35 already. You have never lived a sheltered life. You have had your fair share of broken bones, twisted ankles, scrapes, and bruises. 

You are always going on adventures, riding horses, and climbing things you probably should not be climbing. The external scars you bear are associated with stories that are good conversation starters when you feel like showing them. 

Things would be difficult for a while because you are right-handed. You have a few days of sick time saved up that you can use to start with. Hopefully, this will help you gain some kind of compliance from your award left hand. 

Work, however, is going to be the hard part. Luckily, your work is typically done on electronics, meaning nothing has to be handwritten. Even if you tried to write left-handed, no one could read it. You would bet money doctors had better writing than you did. Dictation software to save the day!

Hearing Derek’s voice broke you out of your thoughts regarding your near future. Watching him act cautiously while interacting with the other hybrid was interesting. There is clearly a difference in how he acts with Yoongi than Evie. Giggling to yourself at the mention of being a mate with Derek gains the attention of both. 

“Oh, sorry. The thought of being a mate, much less to Derek, was amusing, I guess.” 

You missed the slight frown that briefly graced both men’s faces. Derek thought you were implying he wasn’t mate material, and Yoongi thought you believed you were not worthy of being a mate.                  

“Thanks Y/n. I let you know that I am a catch despite being a Beta. Besides, this isn’t about me right now. We need to get the leadership involved with what to do moving forward. Are you okay if we bring in the others?”

“Yes, please. I need to speak with Director Johnson, fill out an incident report… um or dictate an incident report, and then get to a doctor.” Attempting to stand up, you are blocked by the golden-yellow eyes that have not stopped watching your every move.

”Mr. Min, I need to get some things done and take care of my wrist.”

Yoongi’s eyes narrow, and a soft growl pours through the room, causing your eyes to widen. You look over your shoulder at Derek with a ‘what-the-F-did-I-do’ expression, only to be met with a smirk.

“Y/n, I don’t think you understand what is going on. You haven’t dealt with a situation like this before. You may love hybrids but you still have limited interactions with our culture and this dynamic.”

Walking backward toward the door, Derek continues, “With the state of mind that Mr. Min is in, it might be best if a packmate explains.”

Derek opens the break room door to face Hosek, Teahyung, Namjoon, and Jungkook, who are all staring. “Oh, Hi there.”

Then, as if someone had turned the mute off, they all started talking simultaneously. 

“Is Yoongi-hyung dropped yet?”

“그 사람 괜찮아요?”

“Why does she still smell hurt?”

“Wait, wait, wait, please,” Derek puts his hands up, motioning to stop.

“I do not know Korean for one and for two Mr. Min has gone into full non-verbal Alpha Space and I  am not sure he will be coming out of it anytime soon. However, one of you should go in to handle the situation  and she needs to talk with Director Johnson.”

At the mention of the director, a low growl came from Taehyung, causing Derek to take a step back and lower his eyes in an automatic response to a displeased Alpha.

The scent of calming leather gently flows over the group at the door as Namjoon steps forward. His mind is still reeling a million miles a second with you being their mate and you being injured. To top it off, Yoongi is on a deep level of Alpha Space.

“Sorry about that. I can come in, but the director is busy at the moment dealing with the playmates, corporate office, and Manager Sejin,” Namjoon apologizes as he enters the room.

He follows Derek to where his packmate and Y/n are situated at a table. Taehyung and Jungkook follow quickly.

They both kneel respectfully behind Yoongi. Their Alphas recognize that Yoongi is currently in charge of you, and it would be unwise to display anything that could be considered a threat by approaching you too quickly.

They both need to be close to you, and their instincts to be with their injured mate drive their actions. Looking you over for injuries, their eyes resting on your wrist with furrowed brows and set jaws. 

Taehyung’s eyes change to crystal blue as his tail flickers almost in time with Yoongi’s as he slips into Alpha Space. 

“Namjoon-hyung, Y/n is hurt. She needs a hospital, I think,” Jungkook says, his ears standing straight up on his head, one-pointedly focused on you and the other twitching between his Prime Alpha and the door. 

“It is not that big of an issue, Mr. Jeon, Mr. Min, and Mr. Kim.” Looking up from the trio in front of you and addressing the Prime Alpha, “Sir, I have specific protocols to follow due to company procedure. I have to talk with the Director.” 

A growl from one of the men in front of you freezes your words, unsure of what you did to cause their reactions. Internally, you groan because it seems all you get from them are growls, as if you vex them more than you humanly possible. 

“Miss Y/n, we have already talked to Director Johnson,” Namjoon says with a look of distaste. 

“He has been informed that you are now under the care of Bangtan Pack following hybrid customs.  It would be wise to refrain from talking about him at the moment, he did not leave a good impression with the pack.”

Your brows scrunch in confusion, making the hybrids want to coo at your cute face. Clearing his throat (aka his mind), Namjoon continues, “We have more pressing matters to attend to besides paperwork.” 

“You are injured, and we have to get you to a doctor. Manager Sejin is currently contacting one of our personal physicians that we normally use while on tour to have you treated.”

“What? Why would I use your doctor? I can just go to the local clinic.” Your scent spikes almost like a heavy perfume with anxiety with the flashbacks of your nightmare. 

“Please, I have taken up much of your time, and caused enough problems as it is. I can take care of myself. I don’t want to be a bother.”

At your words, you are surrounded by multiple growls and watched by now golden-yellow, crystal blue, and smokey gray eyes. Scooting back in the chair, you nervously ask, “Derek, what did I do?”

“Y/n, you really don’t get it do you? For as smart as you are, sometimes you can be oblivious.” He smiles and shakes his head, stepping back from the group and heading towards the door.

“Mr. Kim, as Prime Alpha, you might want to explain what is happening and what she should be expecting. Mind you, she has been fiercely independent for the last 15 years of her life.”

“I wish you the best with her. It won’t be easy, trust me, I know. Good Luck.” Derek bows slightly to Namjoon once he reaches the break room door.

Looking at you again, this time with a smile filled with adoration for his best friend and what he thinks your future may hold, Derek says, “Relax and have fun.” Then he turns and leaves the room. 

As Derek leaves the room, he smiles at the remaining pack guarding the door. “Mr. Kim, Mr. Jung, and Mr.Park, I think your human does not understand what is happening.”

“Our human? So you know?” Seokjin questions with wide, cautious eyes.

Derek looks over his shoulder at the closed break room door. “At first, I thought it was just a typical Alpha reaction with him being the cause of Y/n getting injured, but his care and gentleness seemed to come from somewhere deeper. Add on the fact that your other two are fighting Alpha space. It would be hard to miss.”

“The other two?” someone asks.

Shaking his head, Derek looks back at the remaining three. “Yes, the younger Mr. Kim and Mr. Jeon’s Alphas surfaced just before I left. Your Prime Alpha is going to try to sort things out, but he may need some back up.”

“Meanwhile I am going to find our boss and see what needs to be done before you all run  away with her.” Derek leaves the pack to mull over the new information.

“Tae has never been one to control his Alpha well when one of us is hurt. I am not surprised if he slipped once near her. Kook always runs on instinct too, so it makes sense he slipped as well,” Seokjin contemplates. 

“Should we stay out here? Miss y/n’s pack member said it would be better to go in and help Namjoon? Three of us in Alpha space with an injured mate is not going to be easy,” Hosek adds. 

Nibbling on his lower lip, Jimin thinks of ways to handle the situation. Even though he is one of the younger packmates, keeping the pack calm is his gift. 

He just doesn’t know how to handle you yet, especially since you don’t know what you mean to the pack.

“Good, at least three of you are here, and I assume the rest have made their way into the room with Miss Y/n,” Manager Sejin says while walking up to the group. 

“I have spoken with Big Hit, the Director at Playmate Service Incorporated, and Dr. Blackwell. Everyone is onboard and the doctor is ready to go.”

“Thank you,” Seokjin says, feeling relief that no one seems to be fighting this. “Namjoon is in with the rest of the pack and Miss Y/n, we should go in. From what Mr. Gulley says, Miss y/n does not seem to understand the situation to the fullest. I just hope that Namjoon can clear some things up.”

“Relax and have fun? What does he mean by that?” You mumble as you glare at the now-closed door that one of your best friends just shut. 

He willingly left you with four Alpha male idols. 

Three of them are kneeling on the floor with non-human eyes, and the Prime Alpha, looking around the room like the way to explain what's happening is painted on the walls.

Taking a breath, you say, “Mr. Kim, Prime Alpha… Sir. Derek is right. I have no actual experience with Alphas. I can tell that there must be some kind of instinctual drive going on, and there are trigger words or actions.”

“I don’t want to cause any more trouble than I already have. What do I do to make it easier for your pack?”

At your words, the kneeling Alphas gave a multitude of pleasant chirps. You looked at the three of them, a little confused. They seemingly smiled and made almost the same sound at what you said.

Okay, so they can growl and chirp. Your curiosity spikes when you think of what other animal-like sounds they can make as hybrids.

Drawing your attention back to him, Namjoon finds the words to explain what is happening, “Miss Y/n, you have done so much to help the Bangtan Pack feel welcome today.”

With a gentle smile, he continues, “So please relax, you have not caused any trouble, and we highly doubt that you will.” 

Thinking to himself, ‘At least, not in the way you seem to be thinking.’

“Alpha’s run with a higher level of instinct than your Beta packmember. As an Alpha, Yoongi instinctually feels responsible for your injury. In order to calm that instinct, a few things will most likely need to happen.” 

Watching as you seem to sit up with interest, he continues, “First things first, he and his Alpha need to get at least your injury treated.”

“He has to be the one to take me to get it treated? I can’t have him go with me to the clinic! There are fans and sasaengs and the media! What about your schedule? You always hear about the tight schedules Idols have and you have already spent all afternoon here over this.”

You start panicking about the hordes of people you hear about following the band around. God, the amount of bad publicity that would come from catching you and THE Suga of BTS at a clinic. You can’t imagine what nonsense they would come up with?

Your scent goes into an even heavier version; it takes on an almost alcoholic aspect. The kneeling Alphas instinctually send out calming pheromones while moving closer. 

Yoongi’s tail, still wrapped around your ankle, tightens while he gently rubs the back of your injured hand, which he is cradling protectively. 

Taehyung starts to purr softly, hoping that the sound will comfort you. 

Jungkook, on instinct alone, scoots up to your left side, nudges his head under your left hand, and rests on your leg.

The feeling of Jungkook’s head on your leg snaps you out of your thoughts and brings you back into the room. You hold still as you start to recognize similar comforting behaviors the Alphas are doing with those that Evie always does, allowing you to take a deep breath.

“Sorry. I was raised to take care of myself and not impose on others.”

“Miss Y/n, you are not imposing. Again, Yoogni ran into you while rushing out of the room, and it's his responsibility to make amends. Actually, as a bonded pack, it is our responsibility, too.”

“The pack? Like all of you? Is this why they are all like this, with their eyes and stuff?” 

Absent-mindedly, you run your fingers through Jungkook’s hair, softly scratching his scalp, soothing not only yourself but also the youngest Alpha. 

A soft chuckle escapes Namjoons as he watches your instinctual interactions with the youngest mate. “Yes, that is the best way to explain the eyes and stuff, as you put it.”

“Jungkook and Taehyung will find it easier to leave their Alpha Space since they are not the ones responsible for the injury but trying to be supportive to both of you.” 

Hearing a knock on the door, he calls, “Who is it?”

“Namjoon-ssi, it's Manager Sejin. I have some updates and a few questions. Can I enter?” The door opens slightly to reveal it’s him. 

At Namjoon's nod, he enters. The door remains open as the scents in the room are constricting in their density. He is followed by the rest of the pack, who take up guarding now from inside.

“Did you contact everyone?”

“Big Hit and the Corporate Director are on the same page and will follow the hybrid protocol, but details must be discussed once Miss Y/n has met with the doctor,” Manager Sejin reports to the Prime Alpha.

Moving to look at you, he continues, “I contacted Dr. Blackwell, thinking you may be more comfortable with a female doctor.” 

Glancing at the boys surrounding you closely, his scent changes with curiosity. He raises an eyebrow, looking at Namjoon. With a subtle nod, he confirms that something more is happening but does not move to explain.

Looking back at you, he gently smiles, “With the situation at hand, it may be best to limit other males around you until everyone is out of Alpha space. They tend to get territorial. Dr. Blackwell is on standby, ready to assess and treat you once we know where you will be.”

“Why wouldn’t she just come here, or I go to her?”

“Miss Y/n, Dr. Blackwell is a traveling physician. She doesn’t have a permanent office to use but she is well respected in both the human and hybrid communities.”

“Oh, I see. Well, umm…” you look at Namjoon and ask, “What option would be best for your pack?”

Namjoon’s chest puffs slightly at your show of respect to him as the Pack Prime Alpha despite the situation and your pain level. “Not to make you uncomfortable, Miss Y/n, but I think meeting Dr. Blackwell at our AirBnB would be best.”

You take a moment to think, your hand pulsing with pain. They cannot all fit in your flat; it's a mess after you tore through your closet to find the right clothes for today.

They don’t seem to like being here. Instinctually, even Derek and Evie prefer being in their dens when one of the three of you is hurt or sick. 

“Okay. If it is best for the pack, then I will go with you to the AirBnB and see Dr. Blackwell.” 

It’s almost as if a weight is lifted out of the room, allowing the pack to take a breath. 

“Yoon, Kook, and Tae. Can you give Miss Y/n some room? We have to take her to the pack house to see a doctor,” Namjoon says with a firm voice, gaining smiles from the men kneeling on the floor. 

Jungkook stands and curls into the Prime Alpha, his eyes returning to their natural color.

Taehyung rocks back on his heels but remains near. His body is more relaxed and his eyes are still crystal blue, shifting between Yoongi and you in wait.

After watching the two younger Alphas move around, your attention turns to the Jaguar kneeling with expectant but questioning eyes. 

 “Mr. Min, if I promise that you can stay with me, will you let me go get my things and then you can take me to the pack house?”

Yoongi’s face lights up with a gummy smile as he nods. Your breath hitches at the sight. How can the devastatingly handsome rapper look so adorable?

He stands up, his tail unwrapping from your leg. He softly takes both of your hands while he assists you in standing. You smile and mumble a small thanks as you step forward to leave.

“Prime Alpha, do you think I can talk with Derek briefly to let him know what is happening? This way he can talk to the direc… Boss. Talk to the boss and let him know that I am leaving for the day?”

“Yes, talking to him will be fine. He has been established as part of your familial pack and won’t be considered a threat to the pack if he comes around you now,” Namjoon answers, moving out of your way and motioning for the rest to let you pass.

Bowing slightly, “Thank you, Prime Alpha.”

Making it to your desk is more complicated than one would think. 

Yoongi won’t leave your right side, while Taehyung won’t leave your left. Both act like it's code red and someone is trying to assassinate you. Then you have the rest of BTS trailing behind like some kind of posse. 

You keep your head down to avoid any strange looks or glares from whomever you pass. To your relief, you find Derek waiting at your desk with his head resting on his palms and a mischievous smile. 

“I see you are taking things in stride,” glancing at your plethora of bodyguards. “Did the Prime Alpha explain everything to you?”

Speaking up from the back of the group, Namjoon answers for you, “She is aware that we are responsible for her at this time and she will be treated at our temporary pack house by our doctor.”

You don’t miss Derek's look of concern as he tilts his head with curiosity at Namjoon. “I see, of course. You are just responsible for getting her treated.”

“Derek, can you please let the big boss know that I will be leaving with Bangtan Pack to seek medical care and once I have more updates I will let you both know?” 

Glancing at Yoongi and still seeing his lovely golden-yellow eyes, you try to ignore the slight flutter in your stomach, “I don’t think it would be good for me to talk with him myself still.”

Derek nods in response, “Manager Sejin has already given the boss a rough time frame for the near future. I suppose his managing skills came in handy. Don’t worry about us here. We can handle it while you heal.”

Standing up, Derek passes you your purse, which Taehyung takes. You try to grab it again, but only to have a black and white tail wrap around your arm and bring it back down to your side.

“No carry. Keep safe.” Taehyung almost grunts out in a deeper-than-deep voice, which short-circuits your brain.

Glancing at Derek out of the side of your eye, you see him briefly nod and smile encouragingly while he whispers, “It’s an Alpha Space thing. Best acknowledge his help.”

“Umm… Th-tha-hank you, Alpha,” you stammer out, willing the heat creeping up your neck to stop as your words pull a boxy grin from the Tiger.

“I think that is it,” you announce to nobody in particular. You smile awkwardly at Derek as he slowly approaches you.

“Y/n, you have been through so much. Not just today but in your life. You have always been the one to take the blame for others, working harder or longer than anyone else and caring for those who never return the favor.”

His eyes glance at the men surrounding you as he sees nods of understanding and looks of concern from them.

As a soft smile blooms on his face, he holds onto your good hand, “Take time for yourself and let this pack of Alphas take care of you. You deserve it more than anyone else I know.”

He pulls you into a hug. You briefly stiffen, waiting for the growling and pulling to start, but to your surprise, it doesn't. Relaxing into his hug, you take his words to heart.

A soft whisper in your ear, “You know you will always have Evie and me as your family pack, but right now, be open to the pack around you,” with one last squeeze, Derek steps back and returns to your desk.

“Now, shoo! Off you go. The boss said I’ll get to man the front desk for now.”

With a nod, you wave goodbye and face the hybrids behind you. After not finding Manager Sejin and a few others missing,  your eyes settle automatically on Namjoon, waiting for a clue as to what to do next. 

“Manager Sejin went down to get the cars. Seokjin-hyung, Hosek-hyung, and Jimin also went down because we won’t all fit in the elevator.”

“Oh,” you feel a slight tightening in your chest after realizing you didn’t even notice they had gone.

“Miss Y/n, let's take you to get looked at,” Junkook says while inching towards the office doors.

“Yeah, sure. Sorry, I have everything. Lead the way.” 

You follow the bunny and wolf hybrid while still sandwiched between the tiger and jaguar. Walking through the halls, you gain some attention from the people you pass. 

You’re a mere human surrounded by some of the hottest Idols in the world right now. So why wouldn’t they?

Not willing to look up, you keep your eyes cast down to the feet in front of you as you try to avoid what you are a gazillion percent sure are looks of disgust and hate towards you.

Once the elevator doors open, the tiger lets out a low growl. Glancing up, you see two fellow PMS employees quickly scamper out of the elevator and down the hall. 

That added to the embarrassment for now and when you return to work.

Namjoon and Jungkook take the back corners. Looking at the men by your sides, they motion for you into the elevator next. 

However, when you go to stand in another corner, you are quickly ushered back into the middle with Yoongi and Taehyung in front of you. 

The energy calms down as the doors close. The four Alphas relax now that they surround you and will start taking care of you. 

Even if your trust in them starts with an injury, they know this is their chance to show you what it means to be taken care of, acknowledged as precious, and loved endlessly by the seven of them. 

As the doors part, you're greeted by the remaining packmates waiting for you, smiles warm and welcoming. They're surrounded by more men in black, whom you assume are bodyguards. 

Turning to look at you, Yoongi speaks for the first time since he entered Alpha Space,  “Take home. Keep safe.”

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"I am, and will always be, an optimist."

Jin as the Doctor because why not?

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Chapter Seven

Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you've gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you're far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can't seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they'd do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?

Genre: mafia au, poly ot7, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc

Warnings: language, Taehyung needs to learn boundaries, mild violence related to boxing, Yoongi bein' the sweetest 🥺

A/N 1: hello everyone! beastie here 🐾 this is what was originally the second half of chapter 6. We'll get the back stories of a lot of the members and how they came to be involved with Bangtan. I'm going to make a character chart later this week so that it'll be easier to keep track of the details. 😁

A/N 2: When the cast is all together, words in italics are typically in Spanish or Korean. Out of the group, Hoseok knows the least English. So it's safe to assume that if it's just the boys talking to each other, that it's in Korean or some blend of Korean and English, even if it's not in italics.

Word count: 7K

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A life of crime was best lived at night. That meant that often there was nothing much going on during the day in Namjoon's mansion. Most of the inner circle stayed close, with all but Jin and Hoseok living in the mansion, partly for Namjoon's protection and partly for the company. Only Jin wanted to spend his wealth on his own place, a significantly smaller but still extravagant house in Santa Monica where he lived with Hoseok. Not that you knew that yet. 

When you finally did wake up after noon, you munched on a Little Debbie's cake that Yoongi had left you before you dressed in some work out clothes and went downstairs carrying your tennis shoes in your hand. You found Yoongi drinking a leisurely cup of coffee in the sun drenched kitchen. 

"Hey," he smiled warmly at you over his cup. "How are you feeling?" 

Just as you were about to answer you noticed someone rummaging around in the refrigerator and you stopped yourself, clearing your throat. "I'm fine," you answered simply.

Jimin turned around, dumping all the ingredients for a sandwich onto the counter top. "Oh, hey, Val," he greeted with a flirtatious smile that had you rolling your eyes.

"How's your-"

"I'm fine," you repeated, cutting off Yoongi from whatever he was going to ask. His face fell perceptibly and Jimin looked between the two of you as the tension thickened. You sucked in a shallow breath and forced a smile. "Thank you for the sleeping pills. I haven't slept like that in…well, ever, really. I'm feeling much better now." You tried to give Yoongi a look to let him know how grateful you truly were while still hoping he'd keep his mouth shut. 

He smiled again. "Good. I'm glad to hear it. Would you like something to eat? There's still coffee."

"I had something." You shook your head before he could get up from his chair. "Um, where's Jungkook?"

"He's out at the pool working on his tan," Jimin snickered with a nod of his head out the toward the patio in front of the pool. You gave him a grateful nod and went out the glass door. He said something to Yoongi in Korean before you were out of earshot and you glanced back, but neither of them noticed. 

"You're so fucking whipped for her and it's only been two days."

"I'm just trying to make sure she's comfortable. And don't talk in Korean so she doesn't understand. That's so rude."

Jimin rolled his eyes and you decided to ignore them, continuing on your mission.

As you stood over him, Jungkook raised his hand to block out the high noon sun so he could see you. 

"'Sup, princess?" He asked lazily. 

"Don't call me 'princess,'" you grumbled. Your eyes traced over the many tattoos that covered Jungkook's right arm and wondered why he'd kept them isolated to that one section of his body from his hand up to his shoulder. It didn't hide the bulging biceps either and you found his chest equally defined. 

"Earth to Val," he smirked, letting you know you'd been caught staring. "Take a picture. It will last longer."

You scoffed, coming back to your senses. "I need you to take me somewhere."

"Can't. I'm busy." He adjusted himself to lay comfortably again and closed his eyes, dismissing you. "Ask Taehyung to take you."

"I don't wanna ask Taehyung."

"Then ask Hobi."

"Who's Hobi?" Not that you had actually gotten any proper introductions to anyone but Namjoon, but you didn't remember a Hobi.

Jungkook laughed lightly as if he was amused by your ignorance and sat up. "Where do you need to go?" 

"There's a gym in East Hollywood I need to go to."

He squinted up at you. "There's a gym here." He almost laid back down.

"It's a boxing gym." Jungkook's interest peaked, if the way he perked up was anything to go by. 

"You wanna box? I'll box with you!" He was almost too enthusiastic, and you had to take a step back to avoid him as he sprang up from the lounge chair.

"No, thank you," you replied, your thanks coming out somewhat sarcastic. 

"Aw come on, Val. I'll go easy on you!"

"Ha! I don't like to pull punches and I would hate to mess up that pretty face," you taunted. 

Jungkook gave you a smile that was too adorable for the well muscled man who owned it. He was tall and broad, with every part of his body showing strength. When his face was at rest, it was absolutely lethal, even with his dark curls falling in front of his large eyes. 

"Oh, so you wanna spar for real. Let's go!" He agreed and started heading inside before you could refuse again, and since it seemed like he wouldn't be taking you to your actual gym, you decided to follow.

Jungkook led you through the kitchen, taking a left at the hallway where you knew Yoongi's office was located, but across the hall he opened a door to a set of stairs leading downward. It was obviously not a creepy kind of basement, and with Yoongi around you figured nothing bad would happen to you down there. You were amazed to find that there was a whole other floor of rooms down below. In the center was a second, more casual living room where Jimin was settling with his sandwich to watch a K-Drama on a large screen TV that took up almost the whole wall.

Jungkook led you through to another hallway until you reached a frosted glass door. Energetic music came quietly from inside, growing a little louder when Jungkook opened the door. 

"Sorry, Joonie," you heard him say before you could even enter. "Val and I wanted to use the gym, but we can come back later."

This room, like all the others in the house,  was quite spacious. There was a treadmill, bike and elliptical machine facing one wall. On the opposite end, a full set of free weights and a completely mirrored wall. There was a bench and power cage, too. In one corner of the room hung a heavy bag and a speed bag. You spent so much time inspecting the equipment that you almost didn't look at Namjoon.

"That's alright. I was just finishing up anyway," he told Jungkook as he racked the weights he'd been using. Sweat poured down his face and neck, and when he turned around to cut off the music he'd been playing, it was impossible not to stare at every muscle of his broad back. He wasn't shirtless like Jungkook—who didn't seem at all bothered by being half naked—but the sweat soaked tank top he wore clung to his skin, leaving little to the imagination. Was it a requirement to look like a Greek god in order to be part of Bangtan?

Jungkook didn't miss you staring at his leader and he tried to suppress a giggle. "We're gonna box, if you want to stay," Jungkook offered, and the idea suddenly filled you with anxiety. 

"No, I have things to do. Have fun." Namjoon's refusal gave you relief, until he continued. "Val, we'll talk later," he said plainly before leaving the room.

While you were left staring at the empty doorway he'd walked through, Jungkook got a set of wraps and gloves for you. 

"These will probably fit you," Jungkook said as he held out a pair of blue Everlast gloves to you. "They're Jimin's, but he doesn't use them much." 

You chuckled a little to yourself as you set the gloves down and began wrapping your hand methodically. While you had sometimes used gloves, most of the matches you were forced to compete in were bare knuckle. You didn't know why men enjoyed watching you and other women beat the shit out of each other with your bare hands, but they sure did, and paid a lot of money for it, too. Your trainer also never allowed you to use gloves, so you'd build up strength and tolerance to the pain in your hands. But for Jungkook you'd humor him by using Jimin's gloves. 

You started by warming up on the speed and heavy bags, switching off after a little while. The truth was, you hadn't hit anything but a bag in a while—except one particularly handsy bar patron six months ago. While you went to the gym a few times a week, you engaged as little as possible with the other members, afraid of getting into why you were there and your history. You hadn't done much to connect with many people in the last few years, before you met Taehyung. And after you met Taehyung, you really fell off your training routine, so you were a little worried about how things were going to go with Jungkook. But you weren't about to let him know that as he handed you a mouth guard he swore was clean.

Things went pretty smoothly at first as you tried to push aside any timidity. You made a show of stepping in to get in some jabs. To most boxers, it would be strange to face an opponent of such great difference in height and weight. Jungkook was clearly struggling with this, trying to adjust to a more crouched posture just so he could actually land a punch at the proper height. It wasn't as big an obstacle for you though. The underground world had little care for matching weight classes, and in many cases preferred unequal pairings. You'd been particularly well known for punching above your weight, so getting your hits in wasn't much of a problem. In spite of what you said, you didn't go full out on Jungkook, reserving some of your power. Still, you were rusty, and as you started to tire, you let your guard down just a bit while Jungkook threw a right hook, connecting heavily on your left cheek. The weight of it had your head snapping to the right and sent your body to the floor.

"Shit!" Jungkook yelled as you crumpled onto your right side, holding yourself up with your arm. "Fuck! Are you alright?"

Spots danced in your vision as Jungkook knelt beside you. He touched your chin gently with his gloved hand to turn your face to him and you laughed.

Laughter.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me, Joaquin," the older man scoffed, shaking his head at your slender frame as you stood in front of him for the first time, still a month shy of sixteen. 

"I know she doesn't look like much-"

"Chingada, hombre, has she even had her quinces?" The old man asked. Not to you. 

You hadn't. There hadn't been anyone in your life to care about such things. No mother or aunts. Your father, though you were sure deep down that he loved you, didn't have time to worry about that. He was too busy teaching you to survive when he wasn't out making sure that others didn't. You thought to tell the man that—in spite of your failure to initiate into womanhood—your father had taught you how to throw a punch. But for months now you'd gone selectively mute. You only occasionally talked to Joaquin. He had ways of making you talk, and sometimes it was just easier to not make him use them. 

"I know, coach, but she's got the one thing you can't teach."

"Hm?"

"A fighter's spirit. And she's not afraid to take a punch either," Joaquin laughed sickeningly. 

"A fighter's spirit," the man mumbled as he looked at you. "She looks dead in the eyes. What have you been doing to this rat?"

"She just looks like that sometimes. Rile her up, let someone come at her. She'll spark right up!" Joaquin assured him. 

Coach grunted unintelligibly. "Isabel!" He barked and another girl snapped to his attention. She was taller than you by a couple inches and all her limbs were thick. She climbed into the ring with the two of you. "Come rough this girl up a little. See if she fights back."

"Coach?" Isabel hesitated. 

"Just do it," he growled.

Isabel took up her stance, but you remained still, hands by your side. "Coach.." Now she was whining.

"Go after her. If she stands there and gets hit, she gets hit," the old man egged her on. Outside the ring Joaquin stood, fiddling his fingers nervously as he hung on the ropes. 

Isabel lunged forward at you and you stepped back. Coach's eyebrows lifted. At least you weren't dead. She lunged again with a left jab and you moved to the left. Finally you raised your fists up to your face. You attempted a punch, but you didn't even get close to landing it on her. You weren't prepared for her sharp right hook as she rang your bell, making your vision black for a moment before you even hit the mat. Everything was still for a moment as you blinked your eyes open. You could see Joaquin standing perpendicular in your vision, not a trace of concern on his face. 

"You'll have to learn to block if you're gonna save your pretty face, girl," Coach sneered. 

You laughed. Slowly you got to your feet, still laughing. You held your fists up a little higher this time and crouched your head down. Coach looked over his shoulder at Joaquin, who now smiled brightly. 

"Again!" Coach called jovially.

"Are you fucking laughing?" Jungkook chuckled too.

You tried to shake off the daze and got to your feet, with a little support from Jungkook. "Again."

He raised his eyebrows. "Uh. No. Let's go see Yoongi and get some ice on your face," Jungkook suggested instead as he started removing his gloves. 

"I'm good," you sniffed. Already the endorphins were rushing through your bloodstream. You could barely even feel the dull ache surrounding your eye. "Cmon, let's go."

"Get you some ice, yes."

"No."

"Val. It's already starting to swell up."

"Jungkook. Don't be a pussy. We were just getting started." 

Jungkook stared at you dumbfounded. "You really are that kind of fighter, huh?"

"What kind is that?" You still had your fists up, bouncing lightly on the balls of your feet.

"Not afraid to take a hit. No, you like getting hit. It wasn't fun for you until then." He shakes his head with a disbelieving smile.

"What?" You demand, finally lowering your hands. "You say that like I'm some kind of psycho."

He erupted in laughter at the hurt on your face. It was probably because you knew he was right. "No, it's not that bad. Some girls like it rough," he laughed. "Hoseok was right, you are crazy," he realized.

"Fuck you," you said without any real malice.

"Please let me take you to Yoongi so at least I can say I took care of you when everyone jumps down my throat for hitting you," Jungkook begged.

"Who would be mad at you?"

"I can think of…a list of people."

"Fine," you sighed and began to remove your gloves. 

Jungkook took you back out of the gym. He let you go up the stairs first and put a hand on your back just in case you lost your balance.

"Suéltame!" You snapped, swatting his hand away. He had no idea what you said, but he pulled his hand away and held them up in surrender nonetheless.

"Likes to be hit, but doesn't like to be touched. Noted." 

You rolled your eyes. And for the first time you noted the throbbing of your left eye and all the surrounding tissue. Once you reached the top of the stairs you walked straight across the hall to Yoongi's office. 

"Knock knock," you announced as you walked through the open door.

"Val, what can I do for you?" Yoongi asked with a noticeable cheer in his voice, even with his back turned to you. Jungkook rolled his eyes at how whipped Yoongi was for you, forgetting momentarily that he came in second on the list of people who were probably going to kill him for hurting you.

"Nothing. Jungkook is just a drama queen and wouldn't shut up until I came to see you."

"Why's he being- what the hell happened to your face?!" He'd finally turned around to see the large red spot dominating your face, already taking on new colors.

"It's not that bad," you insisted.

"Iiiiit's pretty fucking bad, Val."

"Jungkook, shut the fuck up and tell me what happened."

"How do I…do that?"

Yoongi gave the man a piercing glare.

"Right. So, Val wanted to spar and we did, but apparently she doesn't know how to block, and she got hit." Your eyes slid painfully to the side as Yoongi dug around in a drawer. 

"Eyes on me, babe," Yoongi said without thinking, and you didn't have time to react before he was shining a light in your eyes. "Follow my finger with your eyes." You did as he said, familiar with the routine. "Your eyes look fine," he mumbled, prodding your face gently to see if you'd fractured the bone, but you didn't even wince.

"I'm honestly fine," you insisted. Yoongi shook his head at you and went to get an icepack from the freezer in his room. 

"Jungkook, can you go get me a towel for this?" Yoongi requested and the younger man hurried off to the kitchen. "What were you thinking, letting Jungkook hit you?" Yoongi hissed, coming closer to you than he'd been before, but you didn't mind. "You should be in bed resting."

You couldn't help giving him a soft smile, knowing that he really cared for your wellbeing, even if he barely knew you. "Honestly, Doc, this is nothing. I'm not as delicate as you all seem to think. Back in my training days, they wouldn't even give me ice for this and I'd be back in the ring until I blacked out."

"That's terrible. That sounds like a concussion waiting to happen."

"Oh, for sure. I've had more concussions than I can count. Granted, I never finished high school, and I've had a lot of concussions…" You trailed off. Somehow your mind wandered to what the pretty pale doctor must be thinking of you now, but you stopped yourself. It didn't matter, did it? At least he was still looking at you with a certain softness, even if it was only because he liked the way you rambled. "Jungkook doesn't hit that hard anyway."

The man came back into the room with a thin towel he handed to Yoongi. "Yah! That's not true! I was only going half power."

"Well, next time go full power, really ring my bell," you teased, but he was not amused. 

Yoongi pressed the wrapped pack gently to your face. "Hold this to your face until it melts, and then I'll give you a new one. Hopefully we can keep the swelling down. You're gonna look like hell though."

"Cmon, Doc, I couldn't get much worse."

Yoongi's cheeks turned pink as he bit back all the words he knew to describe how beautiful he thought you were. When he didn't respond you turned toward Jungkook, having to turn your whole body since he was standing to your left. "Hey, Kook, you wanna have matching black eyes?"

"How did you get a black eye?" Everyone stopped and turned at the loud, angry voice of Taehyung.

You sighed. "It's fine, honestly." You got off the exam table and began walking toward the kitchen just to prove it wasn't so serious. 

"How did you get a black eye?" Tae repeated as he followed you out.

"It's not a big deal, Jungkook and I were just sparring and, honestly, it's my fault for not blocking."

"Jungkook hit you?" Taehyung instantly turned on the man. You knew he'd be in trouble if you didn't step in. "You asshole! How dare you!"

You put your body in between the two men and held up your free hand toward Taehyung. "It's not his fault, okay? I asked him to spar and not hold back. These things happen. It's hardly the first time."

"That's not the point!"

"Taehyung, seriously, calm-"

He caught your bicep firmly in his hand and pulled you toward him. "You're my woman, and he has no right to touch you. You belong to me," he growled in your face. He barely had time to register your disgusted expression before your right hand came up to slap him across his face. He dropped your arm immediately and took a step back. "Bitch!"

"Fuck you, Taehyung! I'm not yours! I don't belong to anyone! Least of all you. I won't tell you again that we're through. We're done. And if you ever touch me again, you will live to regret it!" You shouted, your voice echoing off the stone surfaces of the kitchen. 

He filled his lungs with a breath, ready to spew curses back at you, but he never got the chance. 

"Taehyung, back off." Namjoon's voice came in loud and firm from behind, but Tae didn't move. "You'll be at the club tonight. Go get some rest."

Taehyung turned slowly to glare at Namjoon. He sucked in a loud deep breath of frustration and walked away toward the staircase. The shouting had brought everyone to the kitchen but all stood in silence as you listened to Taehyung's angry footsteps upstairs. You tried hard not to let everyone see how much it hurt you to have yelled at Taehyung like that, how it broke that part of you that cherished him, even if he had behaved badly. Luckily, the swelling of your face probably made it hard to read your expression at all. 

"Yo, Val, what happened to your face?" Jimin asked, trying to break the tension. 

"Val, in my office," Namjoon said through a clenched jaw, and you couldn't escape the feeling like you were being summoned by the principal. Jimin and Jungkook even 'ooh'ed as you followed their boss into his office. He was already behind his desk by the time you got inside, and you quickly shut the door. He didn't say anything as he sat down in his chair. You expected to get told off immediately, but the silence dragged on for seconds until you felt the need to fill it. 

"Look I'm sorry about yelling at Taehyung, and slapping him, but-"

Namjoon waved a dismissive hand at you. "You don't need to apologize to me."

"Well I'm not going to apologize to him," you mumbled under your breath. 

"I wouldn't expect you to. What he said was way out of line and frankly idiotic. Taehyung doesn't think sometimes. He doesn't know how to read a room. He's young, and sometimes he doesn't think of others. I guess…he didn't grow up in a world where empathy mattered very much."

You didn't mean to snort at his analysis, but it was a little ironic to you. "Didn't the two of you grow up together?"

Namjoon nodded, touching his finger tips together and starting at the points where they met. "Taehyung came to live with my family when he was five. Our fathers had grown up together in Korea before moving to work in different cities. His father ran operations in Singapore, but both his parents were killed, and he came to live with us."

"And your father ran operations here?" He nodded again. "Then what makes you so different from him?" You weren't suggesting that he was different, but he seemed to think so, even if in your eyes all gangsters seemed more or less the same. Any pretense of humanity they gave themselves was just a lie they created to help them sleep at night. 

"My father always said my mother made me soft, but I think it was reading books," he told you with a cheeky grin. When you didn’t share his humor he cleared his throat and moved on. “You’re really through with Tae?” he asked cautiously. 

“Like I told him, we were both lying, living a fantasy for a couple of months. And as nice as it was, I’m not the girl that he fell in love with. It seems stupid to force myself to slowly fade in his eyes and to hide my resentment when I know how it will end anyway.”

“What if Tae-” he began, but he stopped himself. “I understand. I’ll keep him occupied at the club for the next few nights. That way he can’t cause too much trouble. But you should know he’ll probably end up with some other woman, or women. Are you okay with that?”

You could see him examining your face for anything that might indicate you were lying about your feelings. “Taehyung can do whatever he likes, as long as it doesn’t involve me,” you replied coolly. 

Namjoon leaned back in his chair and sucked air through his teeth. “Why did you come here, Val, if you didn’t want to be with him?”

“I didn’t come to him. I came to you.”

He looked surprised by that response, but he quickly covers his confusion with a smile. “Why?”

“Because I needed protection. Joaquin sent me back home, but I suspect he has my roommate informing on me. I just wanted to go somewhere I could be safe.”

"You think you're safe here?" He asked, pointing toward your swelling eye. 

You suddenly remembered the ice pack in your hand and held it gently to your face. "That was just an accident. It doesn't really hurt that bad," you mumbled. "Look, I don't know if I'm safe here or not, but it's safer than on my own. I'd really appreciate it if you let me stay."

Namjoon was silent for a moment and you looked away from his eyes that always seemed to be reading more into you than you could possibly know. "I'm not sure if you can be trusted," he finally admitted. 

"You think I'd lie about all that stuff?" You tried to raise your eyebrows and you could feel just how messed up your face really was. 

"I believe what you said. Or most of it, at least. But trust takes time and you haven't given me anything to go on. I was-" he stopped short again. He was always doing that. Holding back. Other times he seemed so decisive but with you, he always seemed to be changing his mind midstream. 

"You were what?" You pressed him. 

"I was going to give you a test, but since you've hurt yourself. It can wait a few days."

You dropped your hand with the ice and scooted forward in your seat. If he needed you to prove yourself, you'd happily complete any task. "I can do it."

He chuckled lightly at your enthusiasm. "It's okay. It can wait until you're better. Hopefully."

You groaned loudly and stood. "You guys have to stop underestimating me! It's just a black eye! It's not like I've gone blind or something! I'm capable of working through it."

Namjoon only laughed harder at your frustration. "Okay, well let's see if your eye swells shut. And if not, then you can go out with Hobi tomorrow."

"Who the hell is Hobi!" You cried. 

"Jung Hoseok."

"The skinny one who laughs when I curse in Spanish?"

"Yeah, that sounds right."

"And what's his role in this whole thing?" 

"Hoseok is someone who makes sure things go smoothly and cleans up other people's messes," Namjoon told you vaguely. 

You thought about that for a moment. "You mean how he finished off those chinos for me the other night?" Namjoon nodded. "So you're sending me with him in case I can't get the job done."

"Precisely." 

You rolled your eyes and sighed. "Fine. What's the job?"

A knock came to the door and Namjoon dropped the amused expression he'd been wearing most of the time the two of you were speaking. "I'll tell you when it's time for you to know. For now go get some rest and keep ice on that eye, please. And, uh, I'll see if I can get Tae to go stay with Seokjin for a little while, so we can avoid any more fights." Namjoon stood and ushered you toward the door. 

"Why doesn't he just stay at his apartment?" You grumbled.

"What?" Namjoon asked, clearly unaware and you looked at each in confusion for a minute.

He opened the door to reveal Kim Seokjin, who showed you a polite but guarded smile before he noticed your eye and visibly flinched.

"What happened to you?"

"Come in and I'll tell you," Namjoon answered before you could. You squeezed by Seokjin in the doorway before it was promptly shut behind you.

In the evening, as the sun was setting, you ventured out of your room when Namjoon, Taehyung and Jimin had all left for the club. You went down to sit by the pool, dangling one foot in and watching ripples in the water. After a few minutes you heard the kitchen door open and close followed by the sound of footsteps, but a minute passed and they never reached you. You turned over your shoulder to find Jungkook hesitating twenty feet away from you. 

"Don't lurk, Jungkook," you teased. "Come over here."

"I'm not," he whined, his voice a little higher from the embarrassment of being caught. 

"What's wrong?" You asked when he sat down beside you.

"How's your face?" He spoke to the ground. 

"Kinda numb from all the ice Doc had made me keep on it all day. How does it look?" You wondered with a smile, curious to see if he'd sugar coat it for you.

"Like you got hit by a big, strong, sexy dude," he replied with a childish grin. You replied with laughter. 

"Well, you are big!"

He pushed you playfully before you recomposed yourself. "I'm really sorry. I've never actually felt bad for hitting a person before, but I guess there's a first time for everything."

"Ay, Kookie, there's nothing for you to feel bad about. Look, I was trying to act cool earlier because I didn't want to look like a fool, but the truth is I haven't actually boxed with anyone since that last fight. I wanted to go to the gym today so I could ask someone to train me, so I could get strong again. So it's really my fault. I should never have gone up against you because I wasn't ready. So don't blame yourself." You shoved his shoulder playfully with a smile, trying to draw the same out of him. He nodded thoughtfully. 

"Hey, if you want someone to train you, I can do it," he offered, that smile finally showing up. 

You looked up at him cautiously. "Do you have time for that?"

"Either I help you train myself or I waste hours a day taking you to the gym since Namjoon says you have to be protected. I've never coached anyone before, but I know I can help you get stronger and practice with you. I'll try not to give you any more black eyes."

You shrugged at him. "Black eyes are part of the process. But it sounds like a deal to me." You held out your hand to him and clasped it with his own, pulling him closer so you could pat his back. "Have you eaten?"

Jungkook shook his head. "I ordered pizza for me and Hoseok just before I came out here." He hopped to his feet and then held out a hand to help you up. "You can think of it as a last meal before training. You'll have to go on a strict diet if you wanna bulk up."

"Yeah, yeah," you mumbled as you followed him back into the house. If Jungkook wouldn't let you have snacks you knew Yoongi would sneak them for you. 

"You guys want a beer?" Hoseok asked when the two of you walked into the kitchen. You both nodded and he passed them to you. 

"Pretty sure you shouldn't be drinking with the pain killers I gave you," Yoongi admonished you as he walked into the kitchen. 

"Oh, this? I wasn't gonna drink it. I'm just using it on my face," you smiled and held the ice cold can to your cheek. 

All three of them laughed, and you couldn't help admiring the way Yoongi's gums showed and his eyes disappeared as his shoulders bounced. 

"Hoseok, can you pass me one, too," he requested and gave you a small wink.

"Do you wanna hang out with us on the patio, Val?" Hoseok invited you with a bit of a smirk. 

You looked hesitantly between the members around you and then down to the can in your hands. "You guys don't have to be nice to me just because I'm staying here. I know Taehyung is like family to you. I understand if you hate having me here. I can just go up to my room and mind my own business."

Yoongi laid a comforting hand on your shoulder. "We don't hate having you here. And you don't need to hide away."

"Honestly, we've all known Tae for a long time. We love him at the end of the day, but there isn't a person here who hasn't wanted to hit him at least once. He's not the easiest person to get along with. But that doesn't have anything to do with you being here," Jungkook consoled you. 

"Okay then," you agreed with a shrug and followed Jungkook and Hoseok back outside, with Yoongi right behind you. 

"Tell us about yourself, Val," Hoseok encouraged before he took a long drink of his beer. 

You snorted a little after taking a sip. "I told you pretty much my whole life story yesterday. There's not much more to me, to be honest."

"Well, you got Taehyung to fall for you without knowing your past so there must be something," Hoseok pressed. 

"Hyung," Jungkook hissed as a warning, receiving an ignorant 'what?' from the older man. 

"I really don't know what he saw in me," you said quietly, eyes locked on the can between your hands. 

Yoongi spoke up, trying to put you more at ease. "You want to get out of LA, right? There must be something you want to do. A dream?" He asked gently.

You shook your head. "I'm not sure dreams are meant for people born into this life. Unless your dream is to become rich and die violently. Was that your dream, Doc?" You looked teasingly at him. 

"No, I can't say it was," he replied sourly.

 "Were you born into the life, like Namjoon and Taehyung?" You wondered. 

Yoongi nodded. "My dad was a close associate of Namjoon's father, too."

"And this is what he wanted for you?" 

Yoongi's head shook slowly. "Not exactly." He glanced at the other guys hesitantly. "I didn't want to be part of Bangtan. I really did want to be a doctor. He let me get almost all the way through med school before he told me that he wanted me here working for the family business. Said they needed me. And then refused to pay the last semester of tuition, so I couldn't graduate. Namjoon and I had known each other a long time, and he sensed that he would be left to take over soon. He assured me that I'd be taken care of, so I came on board." Yoongi took a loud gulp of his beer after he finished his story and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. You placed your hand just above his knee and gave him a light squeeze, missing the way he blushed at your touch. 

"What about you, Jungkook?"

Just as you turned your attention to him, you all heard the doorbell ring through the house. "Gotta go!" Jungkook sang as he got up and jogged into the house to get the pizza. 

"Saved by the bell," Hoseok muttered. 

"Then I guess it's up to you, Hobi," you grinned. 

"Oh no, we're not here to talk about me." He shook his head and drank from his can. 

"I know, you're here to try to get information out of me. See if I am who I say I am. But I don't really have any new information for you, so you might as well join the tragic backstory fun."

Yoongi raised his eyebrows at you before he chuckled and sipped his drink. 

"Another time," Hoseok mumbled and got up from his seat to go get more beers.

"Don't worry. Hoseok just takes some time to warm up to people, and he doesn't really like discussing his past," Yoongi told you in a hushed voice after he'd walked away. 

"I understand," you assured him. You'd been trying to deflect anyway. It was obvious from the moment he started chatting with you that he was looking for information. Hoseok was the guy who made sure things went smoothly. For most people his casual manners might disarm them, but you could see right through him, and you always had your guard up anyway. It wasn't that you had anything to hide, you simply didn't have anything to tell, and you didn't want the focus on you, so you tried to take the opportunity to get to know the people you were trusting yourself with. 

A minute later Jungkook came back with two boxes of pizza and plates. Hoseok followed with another round of beers and passed them around. Jungkook made it clear that one of the pizzas was for the three of you, while the other was his alone. 

"Greedy brat," Yoongi muttered as he picked up a slice of supreme pizza.

"I hope you didn't think I'd forgotten about you, Kookie," you said as you lifted a slice up to your mouth. 

Jungkook looked at you with his large doe eyes that you would never believe belonged to a man who killed people. He already had half a slice of pizza shoved past his lips and strings of cheese formed as he pulled the other half away. 

"Cmon, tell me your story," you insisted, even when he waved a hand at you while he chewed. "Hombre, you know my past; it's only fair."

Jungkook finally swallowed and took a drink of his beer to wash it down. "I wasn't born into Bangtan if that's what you're wondering."

You nodded. "Then how did you get here?"

Jungkook cleared his throat and sighed. Obviously you weren't going to let it go, and he wasn't really ashamed of his story or afraid of his past. "My mom and I came here from Korea when I was ten. My father was supposed to immigrate with us a few months after, but he never came. It turned out the whole time he'd had another family. We were actually his second family, and he chose to stay with them. So anyway, things for my mom were rough, and I helped by shoplifting groceries and things that we needed. By the time I was fifteen I was getting into fights every other week at school. Seokjin hyung caught onto me. He and Hobi hyung had just been in the states for six months and he was getting to know things around Koreatown. One of the shop owners complained to him about me. When I finally got arrested, Seokjin hyung stepped in, paid off the cops and told my mom he'd straighten me out. Next thing I knew I was pushing product, reporting to the hyungs on a regular basis. I wanted to do more than just sell drugs. I hadn't stopped getting into fights. Even back then I was a strong kid. So Hobi hyung had me helping on protection duty, and I've pretty much been by his side ever since. He'd probably be dead without me, right, hyung?" Jungkook brought a large hand down on Hoseok's shoulder. 

Hoseok scoffed. "Probably have a few extra years on my life if it weren't for you, punk."

Jungkook smiled and looked back at you. "He said he agrees."

You don't understand any Korean but you can tell he clearly didn't agree. But there's enough real fondness between them. You can see the brotherly bond. "You're just like me then, hm?" You mused. "A born fighter."

Jungkook chuckled. "Yeah, but I'm the type that likes to do the hitting, not the getting hit."

"Hey, I like the hitting part, too," you pouted. 

Yoongi shook his head. "What's so fun about getting hit?" 

You didn't answer for a long moment and before you could, Hoseok did it for you. "It makes you feel alive."

You smiled weakly at him, knowing you had something in common. "And when you feel alive, you have something to fight for. Right, Hobi hyung?"

The three of them burst into laughter around you. 

"What?" You wondered desperately, but none of them could get enough air to their lungs to explain. You pouted while waiting for them to settle down. 

Jungkook wiped his eyes with the back of his hands and took a replenishing breath. "Hyung is an honorific that means older brother, but it's only used between men. Girls call older men 'oppa'."

"Hobi oppa," you tried and Jungkook began giggling again. Hoseok's face went red. 

"I'm not your oppa," he mumbled, looking away from you. 

You turned to Yoongi for some kind of explanation or comfort. His eyes held no amusement for the situation anymore. "Oppa is kind of personal, between people you're close with. It can be kind of intimate. Some women say that to their partners, too, but some men don't like it. Bottom line, Hoseok doesn't feel comfortable with you like that."

You flushed when he explained your blunder, turning red in all the spots that weren't black and blue. "I'm sorry, Hoseok," you said quietly. 

"It's fine," he told you before taking a long drink from his beer.

You looked down at the plate in your lap to hide your face, their laughter still ringing in your ears. Yoongi leaned into you. "Val, you can call me oppa," he told you softly. 

You smiled shyly at him. "Yoongi oppa?" 

His own smile grew. "Yeah." His cheeks grew pink again. Jungkook snorted as he went back to his pizza. 

"I think I'll go to bed," you informed the boys with a stretch and a yawn several beers later. You'd paced yourself under Yoongi's supervision and he held back because technically he was on call. But Hoseok and Jungkook had gotten progressively more drunk and loud. You learned that the drunker they got the more Korean and less English they spoke. Which didn't bother you. They could speak whatever they wanted. You engaged in a little conversation with Yoongi about what your childhood home in Veracruz had been like, but Yoongi was so comforting to talk to that it made you more and more sleepy as the night grew late, and that made it difficult for you to keep up with English as well. 

"Do you want something to help you sleep?" Yoongi asked as you got to your feet.

"No, thanks, oppa. I'm pretty tired as it is. I think I'll be okay."

Yoongi's eyes were filled with a gentle joy that made you smile right back at him. "If you need anything you know where to find me." You nodded and walked around him to go into the house. "Goodnight, doc. Night, boys." You waved lazily at them and could hear them address Yoongi loudly and aggressively in Korean once you walked away. There was one word you were able to pick out though. Oppa.

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​⊹ Hell Is Empty - drabble Love triangle AU | a | @aquagustd​ ‣ An important phone call between Yoongi & OC.

⊹ You’re The Best I’ve Ever Had  Boyfriend Jungkook, Chubby reader | a, f, s | @adoredcore​​ ‣ Jungkook’s touches were so soft. So soft you almost barely even felt them. Keyword: almost. His smooth fingertips ran along your silky skin, while the tip of his pink tongue ran across the nape of your neck.

⊹ Fool Me Once Fuckboy AU | a, s | @jeonqkooks​​​ ‣ You never expect anything from Jungkook, but somehow he always manages to let you down.

⊹ Attitude CEO Jungkook au | s | @lushtans​​​ ‣ Your relationship with your CEO is... Rather complicated. Aside your professional relationship, he fucks you whenever he feels like it and as much as you hate to admit the truth, you love it. 

⊹ Don't Worry, Be Happy Daddy Jungkook AU, | f | @jvngkook97 ‣ "You guys have been trying to conceive for a little over a year now, but have yet to be fully successful."

⊹ Trap Idol Jungkook AU, | f | @jiminpitys ‣ In which you show up at your boyfriend's concert soundcheck as a surprise, and to your own, he’s wearing an outfit that’s bound to make you feel a certain way.

⊹ Addicted College AU, | f , s | @sparklingchim ‣ Your boyfie Jungkook fucking you silly.

⊹ B i g o l e f r e a k Friends with benefits AU | f , s | @joonberriess ‣ You’re both exclusive only to each other. Jungkook fucks the way he acts—crazy, hard. too bad you’re only here for the ride..

⊹ Foundation - Part 01, 02, 03 feat Yoongi Non-idol doctors AU | f , s, a | @hamsterclaw ‣ You know Jungkook is a fuckboy. So why are you letting him fuck with you? Featuring Yoongi.

⊹ Paint me naked Artist Jungkook AU | f , s, a | @gimmethatagustd ‣ After the mysteriously hot guy in your university class starts taking an interest in you, should you really trust that he’s not like all the other college fuckboys? Especially when his best friend is the guy who broke your heart?  

⊹ Why are you so late? Idol Jungkook AU | f , s | @kimnjss

‣ With such a packed scheduled, you’d think Jungkook would be on top of his game. But when a morning rolling around the sheets with you is thrown into the mix, it’s expected for him to want to take his time.

⊹ Our beloved summer - Series (on-going) Producer Jungkook AU | f, s, a | @jeonqkooks ‣ You made a vow to hate Jeon Jungkook ever since he packed up and left you without a single explanation, but when he shows up at your door after years of radio silence, it turns out that maybe your resolve isn’t as strong as you thought.

⊹ Heaven can wait Chubby reader AU | f, s ish | @adoredcore ‣ "What’s a chance I’ll take baby I’ll stay heaven can wait."

⊹ Midnight cravings Established relationship AU | f | @hobiholic ‣ You want to go to the convenience store late at night to fulfill your midnight cravings but a sleepy Jungkook stops you.

⊹ Wet dreams Somnophilia AU | s | @kookiecrumb ‣ “I want you to use me…whenever you need me,”

⊹ Look at you -  Risqué drabble Risqué couple AU | s, f | @mercurygguk ‣ Mirror shopping with your boyfriend turns into something else entirely.

⊹ In the middle of the night Friends with benefits AU | s, f | @joonsmoonluna ‣ It’s the middle of the night and Jungkook’s in need of you

⊹ Like I'm famous Idol Jungkook AU | s, f | @softyoongiionly ‣ It’s New Years Eve and Jungkook would rather be anywhere else than at his company’s massive party. Sure, he’s a guest of honor and his team rented out the nicest hotel in Seoul, but ringing in the New Year with you on the other side of the world just feels wrong. He doesn’t know how he’s supposed to celebrate without the woman he loves, but maybe- just maybe…he won’t have to…

⊹ Strangers to lovers Established relationship AU | s | @kissmetae ‣ You’re a regular at the gym and today you decided to workout late. You thought you were alone, but it turned out there was one other person at the gym and you so happened to be his gym crush…

⊹ My dear friends Friends to lovers AU | s, f, a | @kooktrash ‣ Just friends? Keep telling yourself that, you and Jungkook have always danced on the line of friendship and something more but lately you’ve struggled being able to tell where you guys stand.

⊹ Red - Part 03 Pregnancy AU | s, f, a | @taestefully-in-luv ‣ You drunkenly sleep with your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook. Can’t be that bad right? Unless he gets you pregnant.

⊹ As we were - Series (on-going) Cheating/Infidelity AU | s, a | @archivedkookie ‣ Your husband cheats on you and find comfort in someone else’s arms. He claims he’s happy—but is he really?

⊹ Imagine Model Jungkook AU | s, f | @chryblossomjjk ‣ Jungkook wants nothing more than to spend your anniversary cuddled up in a fancy hotel bathroom, eating takeout and binge watching TV shows. You, on the other hand, have something more exciting in mind. 

⊹ Practice - part 02, 03 Fuckboy Jungkook AU | s, a | @chryblossomjjk ‣ You usually spend Friday nights on your own. Tonight, however, your friend and campus fuckboy, Jungkook, decides to pay you a visit.

⊹ Lost Cause Cheating AU | a | @kooksbunnnn ‣ Jungkook comes back to you after his 10 day trip to Busan, and you sense something different about him. 

⊹ The Boy With Galaxies In His Eyes Idol AU | a, s, f | @oddinary4bts ‣ You had never thought the night sky could be found in someone’s eyes. That is, until you met Jeon Jungkook and his gravity pulled you in. Will he crush you with the galaxies in his eyes, or will you learn to explore his worlds and make them yours?

⊹ Beyond Infinity - As We Were drabble As We Were Couple AU | a, s, f | @archivedkookie ‣ Jungkook does something you always dreamt about, and it ends up with the most beautiful night of your life.

⊹ What If I Love You Too Much Single Mom AU | a, s, f | @taleasnewastime ‣ Jungkook. It’s only a name you learn after your son kicks his ball over the fence. Before that you only knew him as the hot new neighbour who mows his lawn topless. And though you have no intention of getting to know him anymore than that, inevitably you do. You don’t necessarily fall, it’s too slow for that, but you definitely develop feelings you don’t intend to feel. Because you know men like him, and you know that whatever you’re feeling, he’s probably not feeling the same. All the same, however hard you try, you can’t help yourself.

⊹ Services For A Queen Sub!JK AU | s | @taegonia ‣ Jungkook serves his queen in more ways than just as the royal head of security.

⊹ Cold Nights & Blurred Lines FWB & College AU | a, s, f | @awrkive ‣ Jungkook and you have been keeping a sexual relationship with each other for four months now, and it’s casual for the most part. But as time passes, you can’t help but feel that some of the lines suddenly got blurred in the process. Is it a cliché to blur the lines with your fuck buddy? It definitely is. Will you do something about it? Both of your emotional constipation have a hard time saying yes.

⊹ Strictly Platonic Bestfriends to Lovers & College AU | a, s, f | @jeonqkooks ‣ Sometimes, Jungkook can be a little selfish; and sometimes, the lengths you would go to for his happiness mean relinquishing your own.

⊹ In The Middle Of The Night FWB AU | s, f | @joonsmoonluna ‣  it’s the middle of the night and Jungkook’s in need of you ⊹ Perfectionist Dancer AU | s | @miraclesatnightfall ‣ "He watched you, with each sensual step you made his eyes darkened with explicit desire" ⊹ Tangle Free Establish Relationship AU | f | @here4btsfics ‣ Bad days lead to you needing your boyfriend for comfort, specifically by playing with his hair.

⊹ As It Was - Apart of Boy With Love Series (on-going) College AU | a | @ggukiepie ‣ You bump into Jungkook days after you find out he has a girlfriend; things don't go so well

⊹ The Habits Of A Broken Heart Soulmate & Unrequited love AU | a, f | @softykooky ‣ Jungkook and you are soulmates. So says the matching crescent moons on both your wrists. However, things are never as easy as they seem, and you are quick to learn that falling in love with someone who does not believe in love is a one-way ticket to heartbreak.  ⊹ Blackout - part 02, 03 Best friends to Lovers | s, a, f | @jjungxkook ‣ Utility bills shooting up like this should be an international crime. Luckily, Jungkook has the perfect idea(s) to save up money and make your night sinfully unforgettable.

⊹ Step Brother Step Siblings AU | s | @aris-ink ‣ Sub yn *innocently* dry humps her step brother jk while he plays video games.

⊹ Forbidden Romance Step Siblings AU | s | @aris-ink ‣ "It wasn’t unusual for your stepbrother to check up on you before bed. You’ve grown closer than you initially thought you would; it turned out that beneath the surface, you and Jungkook weren’t that different, after all."

⊹ My Perfect Patient Dentist Office AU | s, f | @pinkcherrybombs ‣ Jaw pain is just as much of a pain in the mouth as it is in the ass, but don't worry, your favorite dentist is sure to fix you right up, using some special methods.

⊹ Confessions - part 02 Office AU | a | @pinkcherrybombs ‣ Since we're about to die, I need you to know, I've always loved you, Jungkook.

⊹ Getting Railed Boyfriend Jungkook AU | s | @dearlytea ‣ Getting dicked by your boyfriend during a train ride.

⊹ Make You Mine College AU | a, s, f | @mercurygguk ‣ Your first day at your new college is quite eventful to say the least. But everything seems slightly less chaotic when Jeon Jungkook offers to help you on your way – if only knowing him wasn’t an even bigger mess than the day you first met.

⊹ Catch 22 College AU | s, f | @alluremin ‣ You and your best friend had agreed: college was for a good time only, no serious relationships were necessary. Who knew that a frat boy would be the one to shake up that notion?

⊹ Tolerate It - part 02 Failing marriage! au | a | @lmaosope ‣ Marriage is difficult, and every married couple fights. but jungkook has been late one too many times and broken one too many promises. it has you wondering why you give everything for a man who simply tolerates you.

⊹ Make You Mine Jock Jk au | a , s, f | @mercurygguk ‣ Your first day at your new college is quite eventful to say the least. But everything seems slightly less chaotic when Jeon Jungkook offers to help you on your way – if only knowing him wasn’t an even bigger mess than the day you first met.

⊹ His Throne - 01, 02, 03 Prince JK au | a, s, f | @jiminsa ‣ You, a maid for the royal family, have sex with the irresistible prince Jeon Jungkook on his throne.