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Beta: N/A Rating: All audiences Genre: Fantasy, Comedy, Fluffy Fluff, Adventure. Pairing: Bts x Friend!Reader Words: 1.4K

Summary: It is your first time buying proper merchandise, there are new chibi figurines and the first person to order will recieve a limited edition set. But what happens when BTS have gone missing without a trace and a few days later you receive your package. The box says congratulations, you open to find your limited edition figures, they look so lifelike. OH WAIT! it’s cause they are.

Announcement: the new TINY TAN video is adorable!!!

“Finally you are out, we are starving?” Taehyung whined. 

“Sorry, I will get your ingredients” selecting one of the ziplock bags from the freezer you looked at the tiny portions, handing it over to Yoongi. 

Seokjin asked, “why are you crying?”

“I called Mr. Kang Jungho and he said they aren’t coming for you, he admitted he did this?”

Yoongi who had touched your hand in concern and empathy backed away in disgust. 

“You don’t have to lie, I get it your favorite Kpop group living with you acting friendly and cuddly” he sighed “honestly I thought you were cool and we could hang out without it being weird.”

“What’s going on?” Namjoon asked, looking at  Yoongi in confusion. 

“She is a sasaeng, Kang warned us in his email that she might try to keep us forever and lie to us about not being contacted or that the company had given up on us.”

They all seemed to realize something and stepped back. You pressed your lips together muting your denial. Pleading your case against Mr. Kang would only make things worse. 

You nodded “okay” you walked out leaving the room, taking a collection of snacks and water. Jacket and keys in hand, you left the house shutting and locking the doors behind you. You went out to the mall and scolded yourself for thinking about buying them things you thought they would like.

The bitter feeling didn’t pass, you stayed out later than you should have and when you came back, they were asleep. Lifting the house you took it to your roommate’s room, she was away visiting family so you were able to leave them on her desk.

You left them more water and food and walked away shutting the door. You wouldn’t disturb them, not when they don’t want anything to do with you. Taking a deep breath you laid down in your bed, sending emails to the BIGHIT.

They were all being declined, you had obviously been blocked from messaging the company. One day past and you entered the room with more food to hear them on the phone with Mr. Kang.

“It makes sense that she is lying I am doing everything I can to get you back”

“Well BIGHIT is a big company send a private Jet, I will have them at the airport in a heartbeat, Mr. Kang,” You scoffed “Wouldn’t want them to be with a crazy Sasaeng, would we?”

“Of course, we will have a Jet ready for them by tomorrow,” Mr. Kang said “I can see this is taking a toll on your mental health”

“Sure, great. What time, what terminal, what airport?” You sneered “Get it done.”

You stormed out to your room and sat on the bed, you were trying to hold it together but the tears were so hot. With a soft sigh, you went to the kitchen bench and sat on the tiles with a pint of ice cream that you demolished listening to ‘We Are Bulletproof: The Eternal’.

Something about the way they said ‘We are not seven with you’, made you feel like they actually cared about you. Clearly you had thought wrong. You didn’t notice that Jungkook had stepped left the room and was watching you sob grotesquely. Turning off the song and throwing the headphones you were packing up wiping your eyes as your phone began to ring.

“What do you want?’ You snapped into the phone putting it on speaker.

“The boys said you had put them in another room, they don’t trust you now do they?” You could hear the amusement in his voice. “Take them to the airport, I will tell them, you canceled the tickets, or don’t take them. Either way, you are the bad guy”

“Listen, you know I don’t care if they hate me I am going to get them back to Korea and when we expose you, you will be fired” you threatened

“Try your best I have blocked all your calls to the company so you won’t be able to contact anyone” you placed the dishes in the drying rack. 

“You can’t hide the truth forever” you shouted as the phone beeped, he had hung up. You turned only to see Jungkook’s retreating figure. The young and now tiny man thought he was stealthy but you were very observant. 

“Jungkook?” The way your voice called sounded full of defeat made you cringe. Jungkook’s face appeared around the corner looking guilty. His hair fell in its usual coconut-like shape. 

“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to listen to your conversation.” He said and you heard a small sneeze. Walking slowly around the counter to see the entire group of young men shuffling in ᵗᶦⁿʸ.

Hoseok looked devastated eyes watering which set off Jimin and even Jungkook’s eyes spilled over helpless to his hyungs emotions. You wanted to coo, at the sight of the boys running towards you their eyes misted and little arms outstretched the pressed their faces into your knee and spluttering their apologies.

“Seems I was wrong and I am sorry?” Yoongi tried to act cool and it made you smile. 

“We are so sorry?” Hoseok whined and you sniffed wiping your eyes from the emotional moment. 

“Hey it’s okay, imma get you home and to your correct size” you sighed scooping them up into your arms and carrying them to their little house. 

“Can we have some hot water?” You nodded moving their house back to your room. 

The boys were feeling quite upset by the recent events, they felt betrayed and guilty for hurting you. That night you heard the door to their home open and you turned blinking tiredly. “What’s wrong?”

Taehyung has a blanket in his hand and a sad expression, you blinked concerned. “Can I sleep beside you?” Taehyung asked and you hummed reaching your hand out, he climbed on and you placed him on the pillow beside you. 

You held your hand there and he cuddled against it tired. 

Without the boy's knowledge you were trying to get accepted for a loan to get the boys back to Korea, the thing is you were not exactly rich and your job was a YouTuber live streamer. 

Thankfully your tiny tan videos were gaining a lot of popularity so you decided to ask them, “hey would you be interested in recreating a music video?”

It was a bit of a stretch but perhaps you could get enough revenue to go over seas. They agreed dancing, rapping and singing adorably for the camera. People praised your cgi animation skills. 

By two months you had just enough to get to Korea but you needed a little more, the boys did interviews and mukbangs and they continued practicing some new songs for when they were normal again. 

You got approved for a loan and was ecstatic, taking the time to pack and look at the boys. You took their house and had the boys in your jacket. 

You had to go through a metal detector. And put your things in a tray. You took the tray and sat on a near by chair unbuckling your heels. While the boys ran stealthily under the line of chairs to the other side where you went through and took a seat to put on your shoes again. 

You got onto the plane and was in first class in a private pod where the boys could run around freely. They shared your inflight meal and slept on your lap half the way. 

Namjoon has secretly gotten in contact with Adora and was hoping everything went well, and that she would turn up to collect them. 

“When you arrived she was there with a sign with your name on it” she looked confused and lead you to a hire car. 

“You haven’t happened to have seen the boys have you, it was strange to have them contact me and still be in hiding, and it’s such a strange request”

“Well we thank you for going to all this trouble it is really important” You breathed blushing talking with Adora was super intimidating. She was so pretty and elegant and you felt so plain beside her.

Shuffling your scuffed boots looking at her pristinely shined kitten heels. “Alright, I don’t know why the boys are in hiding, or why Namjoon messaged me wanting for me to take you to the figurine factory. But I won’t question it, as long as it gets them to come home.”

“Thank you very much!” You said nervously, “it really will help them return”

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I wanna cuddle with Namjoon... Or Jimin... Or both... Idk, I'm kinda sleepy ~🐙

You shifted uncomfortably on the couch, fighting to stay away but feeling your eyes droop heavily. You were so tired, but you didn’t want to sleep yet. He was coming home after being overseas for so long, and you were determined to see him as soon as he walked through the door.

Namjoon did his best to keep his noise level to a minimum as his keys jingled in the lock. It was well past midnight and he was sure you’d be asleep by now, much like he wanted to be. Lazily dragging his suitcase over the threshold, he took his time, guiding himself through the dimly lit hallway to the living room. The television was on, volume low and illuminating the room enough for him to see your sleeping figure on the sofa.

He grinned to himself, opting for leaving his suitcase against the wall and making his way to you. He took off his jacket and placed it gently on the table. Somehow he crawled over you, settling behind you in the space left on the couch. The small disturbance made you shift, waking you up just enough to realize he was home.

You turned in his arms, wrapping your own around his waist and nuzzling your face against his shirt. “I missed you,” your murmured sleepily. Namjoon smiled lightly and pressed his lips to the top of your head, holding you against him tightly. “I missed you too, baby. Go back to sleep.”

[bangtan-sonyeonddaeng]

Werewolf Yoongi Drabble| You refuse to let him in the room until he lets you pet him

You were currently laying on the couch with Yoongi. He was stuck in his wolf form for the night as it was the full moon. He was peacefully sleeping next to you with his head in your lap when you have the urge to pat his head. You reached your hand over, but the moment your hand was hovering over his head he cracked an eye open and growled at you.

“Hey, none of that mister let me pet your fluffy head.” You reach for him again and he playfully nips at your hand. 

“Did you really just bite me?!” You see the corner of his mouth tug up into a smirk. You reach over to ruffle his ears and he shuffles away from you to the other end of the couch. 

“Alright fine then. You want to be like that?” You stand up from the couch and Yoongi looks after you, head tilted in curiosity. He hears the bedroom door shut and stands up from the couch, trotting over to the door. He tries to nudge it open with his nose but finds it’s firmly shut. He stands up and tries to turn the doorknob with his paw, but it just doesn’t work. He lets out a frustrated growl and lightly scratches at the door.

“I’m not letting you in until you let me pet you.” Even though you can’t see him you swear you can feel the eye roll through the door. “I can tell you’re pouting on the other side of the door. How am I supposed to have an adorable wolf for a boyfriend and not want to pat his head?” You heart another growl from outside your door.

“Yoongi, you can come in all you have to do is just agree to let me pet you.” You hear a few moments of silence before there is a louder scratch at the door and a soft whine. You stand up from the bed and open the door, seeing him sitting there with his ears back and head low.

“Aww I’m sorry Yoongi I didn’t mean to upset you!” You reach out tentatively and run your fingers through his hair. He lets out a content noise and you see his ears perk up immediately. 

“You want to come lay down with me?” He walks in past you and jumps up onto the bed, settling down on his side. You follow after and lay next to him, letting your fingers run over his soft fur.

“I don’t know why you resist this so much, you know you seem to really enjoy being pet.” He doesn’t make any sound, and you figure he’s fallen asleep.

“Stubborn old wolf.” He cracks an eye open at you and glares.

“Ah sorry! I didn’t mean that.” He settles back down and before long his breaths have evened out and you can tell he’s fallen asleep. You smile to yourself as you continue your ministrations, eventually falling asleep as well.

The next morning you wake up to see Yoongi looking at you, a soft smile on his face.

“Good morning, baby.”

“Morning Yoongi. Did you sleep okay?”

“I slept great. Thanks to you. I’m sorry for giving you a hard time I just, used to think it was kind of degrading to be treated like that but, your touch is nice.” You reach your hand out and card your fingers through his hair.

“But I like doing it when you’re a human too. Your hair is just so soft I can’t help it.” He smiles and settles into your touch, nearly falling asleep again.

“Well, from now on you can feel free to do so. I won’t stop you or protest.” You giggle happily and cuddle into him, laying on his chest as he trails his fingers up and down your arm. Before long you’ve drifted off to sleep again. Yoongi smiles at you fondly before placing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Sleep well, angel.”

[jimlingss]

The President’s Son [16]

Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 16.5 OR Chapter 17

➜ Words: 4.6k

➜ Genres: 100% Fluff, Slice of Life, Bodyguard!AU

➜ Summary: Kim Taehyung is the President’s son, mischievous and playful, and infamous for being a troublemaker. When everyone’s given up, they call for you to be his personal guard. There’s no other choice when your dad’s assigned you to it and surprisingly Taehyung doesn’t mind either. Maybe because you happened to grow up with that brat.

She stops when you pass, calling for your name. The polished woman sends a reserved smile when you turn around to meet her eye, and she finishes her conversation with the girl following her before she’s dismissed, off to run an errand or maybe send a message.    Taehyung’s stepmother asks how you are, catching up when she’s been so preoccupied lately with duties of The First Lady. “Good, good. I’m glad you’re doing well. How about Taehyung? How is he?”    “He’s doing well,” you say, despite knowing full well it’s already in the report that she’s read. “Keeping up with classes, completing his art portfolio. He’s been thinking of joining a club which would help him network and make connections to others too.”   The woman nods, the corner of her lipstick stained mouth curling. “He’s a troublemaker, but a sensitive soul — though I have a feeling you already know that.” Her irises twinkle, perceptive in a way that is almost intrusive. “I’m thankful he has someone close to him that he trusts. You don’t have to worry, by the way, if you’d like to get...closer to him.”   You don’t understand what she’s trying to imply, and she merely smiles at your confused expression before glancing down at her dainty watch adorning her wrist. “Well, I must get going. I have a meeting to attend, but if there’s ever any time you need my help, I’m a phone call away.”   “Thank you.” Your head bows and she makes a noise of acknowledgment, another farewell, and the First Lady saunters down the corridor.   You muse how difficult it is to figure her out — for a long time you already knew that she’s more than Taehyung makes her out to be. His personal and petty vendetta against the woman who remarried his father is childish at best and blinding at its worst, robbing him of an opportunity to have a close relationship with her. But even after so long and interacting with the woman, you, yourself, can’t seem to understand her actions, intentions, personality traits.   But you’re not too hung up about it, having an inkling that she’s far from being any sort of bad person. She seems to make Taehyung’s dad happy and that’s all that really matters.   You continue through the house, trying to make it towards the front entrance, but it’s not long before you’re stopped again.   “Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in.”   A rush of air leaves your nose and you eye him. “Looks like you’re free.”   Jungkook grins boyishly. “I managed to grab myself a break. Even the best need rest.”   “Huh, really? I guess I need to go rest then.”   His smile only expands, hands burying in his suit pants pockets and he stops right in front of you with all the time in the world. “Seriously though, how have you been?”   “Fine. Same old. Nothing really changes. You?”   “Same,” he hums, doe eyes twinkling with judgment. “We should grab a drink though. Looks like you need it.”   You scoff, a smile tugging up your face. “I do not.”   “Trust me, anyone and everyone who watches Mr. Kim Taehyung needs a drink. Even you, lion tamer.” Jungkook grins and the cute mole dotting near his bottom lip becomes more prominent. “And don’t go rubbing it in our faces that he’s not that bad. You know Hoseok’s pissed, right? He face-planted and almost broke his nose once when he was trying to chase after him. Doesn’t sit well when the noobie does better than those who have been around here for years.”   You shrug. “I can’t help being good at my job.”   “Nah, he’s just freaking biased as all hell….” The bodyguard’s eyes narrow and he nods, smile becoming more sly. “Though I gotta admit I’m surprised that you’ve grown to actually like him.”   “Why? I’m apathetic towards things, you know that.”   “No, I mean you actually like him.”   There’s a pause. “What?”   Jungkook sighs. “Never mind, dense girl. Now I’m beginning to understand why he always calls you ‘dumbo’ all the time. Cute nickname though.”   Your brow lifts and you scoff. “Don’t call me that.”   Your peer gives you a wolfish grin. “Offended? You’re not when he says it.”   “Hey!” Suddenly the pair of you are interrupted by a figure standing at the end of the hallway. It’s a dapper, dark and handsome man who’s striding towards you. Your eyes widen, but his are pinpointed on the man beside you. “Are you slacking, Jeon?”   All traces of the playful man disappear and Jungkook answers timidly, “No.”   Seokjin smiles at you. “Hey, chickpea. Haven’t seen you around in a while.” He turns and like a switch, his expression becomes grim. “This guy, on the other hand, I thought I told you to go to your post ten minutes ago.”   You hitch a thumb over. “He just told me he’s resting.”   The boy is appalled at how quickly you betrayed him, his jaw dropping, but standing in front of his senior, he tries to play it off. “Psh, resting? No. I meant I was arresting. I got a report that there’s a suspicious man on the grounds. Was looking for him.”   “Really?” Seokjin crosses his arms, staring him down. It’s too amusing to watch and you’re sure your old classmate doesn’t enjoy the smile on your face at the moment. “Because I didn’t hear anything about that.”   There’s an awkward laugh. Jungkook tries to slip away, but Jin shakes his head, not letting him when his hand comes down onto the younger’s shoulder, gripping and squeezing tightly to keep him in place. “C’mon, we’re needed in the East hall.”   Before dragging him off, Jin bids you farewell and promises to catch up later. Jungkook, on the other hand, moves his thumb slowly across his throat with eyes narrowed into slits, threatening you for throwing him under the bus. You wave goodbye to him, enjoying his despair too much.   You make your way towards the entrance again, crossing through the maze of hallways and rooms, ducking your head when there’s people of prestige making small talk and brushing past, evading when tour groups weave through the corridors. But before you can make it to your destination, you’re stopped by a familiar voice.    “Hey, dumbo! Over here!”   Turning in your spot, Kim Taehyung’s running up to you at full speed, throwing his arms open to engulf you in a suffocating hug. You’re shoved into his chest, voice muffled through his cotton shirt. It’s unprofessional — not that it matters anymore — but you’re still in the Blue House with hundreds of eyes probably looking at you.    Though rather than getting in trouble, you have a feeling it’s solidifying your position as Taehyung’s bodyguard. No one can handle this position better than you can. No one is liked more by Taehyung himself.    “What are you doing here?” You finally pry him off, looking over to acknowledge Jimin who joins with an apologetic smile. “I was about to go to you.”   “Yeah, I know. I wanted to get rid of him early,” Taehyung says and motions his chin towards the shorter male. “His shift is over. So I decided to come to you first.”   “I still have ten minutes left before the hour’s over,” his bodyguard chirps with a good-natured smile, but it falls when the college student cranes his neck, tight-lipped and eye twitching. “N-never mind.”   Much to Taehyung’s dismay, you invite him, “You should join us, Jimin.”   The boy smiles, eyes crinkling, and worries soothed by your reassurance. “Okay.”    “How was class?” you ask as he leads the way. You don’t know where Taehyung’s going, but it’s certain that he’s not staying at the Blue House longer than he needs to.   “It was boring. I almost bashed my head on the desk when the prof started talking about government systems in the eighteen hundreds. I couldn’t care less.” He groans in exhaustion, hand dragging over his face, bored just talking about it. You hum, syncing your footsteps with his and failing to notice how Jimin naturally falls behind.   “Your stepmother asked about you.”   “About what?” His brow lifts in skepticism, less curious and more alarmed.   You shrug. “Just how you were doing.”    “What did you say?”   “What she already knows. A little about your schooling, that you’re doing pretty okay.”   “Pretty okay? I’m doing fantastic!” Taehyung exclaims in feigned exasperation, mischief leaking into his tone. “I have no idea why she’s trying to pry though. Woman can’t keep her nose out of people’s business.”   “She’s nice—”   “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Taehyung waves his hand lifelessly, ending the subject. “Anyways, I was thinking about something recently and I have a plan.”   “A plan?” You eye him. It was never good when he made a plan. Taehyung doesn’t make plans.   The man grins, mouth drawing into a rectangular shape, enthusiasm and eagerness suddenly summoned to make his brown irises twinkle. “Yep. Let’s go on a date.”   “No.”   You answered instinctively, like a withdrawal reflex. And he pretends he doesn’t hear the outright rejection. “I want to make the hypothetical a reality. You said yourself that you’d have to be in the moment to see if you’d date me, right? So let’s make the moment happen.”   “Absolutely not.”   “Umm...you guys?” Jimin raises a finger in the air, trying to remind the two of you of his presence.   “Why not?” Taehyung inquires genuinely, gaze seeking the same amount of sincerity. He’s not joking like you wish he was.    “I’m on duty.”   “Then we can wait when you’re off.”   “Um...my shift’s over, guys,” Jimin pipes up, squeaking like a mouse.   “It’s still unprofessional, Taehyung.” You stop dead in your tracks and he halts on his own feet. The both of you come face to face with one another. “I can’t date the people I work for.”   “You don’t work for me.”   “Didn’t you say that I did?” you calmly reason, reminding him of his own words. “You said I worked for you and no one else.”   Taehyung’s mouth fills with cotton, rendered speechless.    In the meanwhile, Jimin steps forward. “C-Can I go now?”   No one hears him. Not when the air is this emotionally charged and you’re holding your bated breath while Taehyung never strays from his intense eye-contact. “It’s unethical.”   “Is that it? Is that the only reason you have for me?”   “Taehyung.” Your voice is full of warning, but you don’t know what you’re threatening him with. Maybe it’s simply to stop him from talking before he keeps going and makes you question yourself.    You’re afraid of how you might waver.   “If you don’t like me like that, if you’re truly not curious about what it would be like and you don’t even want to give it a try, then tell me, right now. Tell me so I don’t have to keep putting my hope into us.”   Taehyung is serious, expression solemn. You don’t know where it’s coming from.   “There is no us.”   “Really? I highly doubt that,” he says it with so much confidence. You’re baffled, not knowing what he means, and staring straight at him. Taehyung shrugs and walks off. “I won’t force you into anything though.”   You watch how he strolls nonchalantly, hands digging into his pockets.   A sigh spills from your throat and you turn around. “Jimin, you can go now. I’ll take it from here.”   “O-oh, okay.” He’s a deer in headlights, flushing from Taehyung’s declaration of affections even though you should be the one with heated cheeks and widened eyes. “Will you be okay?”   “I’ll be fine.” You smile to reassure him, and you’re not wrong.   When aren’t you fine?   You catch up with Taehyung who’s speed walking down the street. He doesn’t seem to be angry or upset in the least bit, merely sulking as usual. “Where are you going?”   “Does it matter?” He scoffs. “You have to follow me anywhere I go anyways.”   It stays quiet for an extended moment.    It’s difficult to wrap your mind around it. You’ve only been asked out once before, back in the academy, to which you politely turned down, not wanting to lose focus on why you had come there. Your entire life has been spent in concentration, disciplined, never straying off from goals or indulging in frivolous things, like dates or social events.    But maybe you should’ve seen it coming. When you consider it, it’s not out of nowhere.    You and Taehyung have shared at least two meals a day together for the past two months. You’ve shared a bed with him, let him hug you close, let him draw you in such an intimate manner.   Taehyung’s stopped being just a friend a long time ago — and deep down you know it too.   “The movie theater?” you question when he finally stops.   “Problem?” He looks up at the screen with the titles flashing by. “I’ve been wanting to watch something for a while now.” With a deep inhale, he smiles and approaches the booth. “Two tickets to When Spring Meets Autumn, please.”   The lady behind the glass takes his cash and slides two tickets over. “The auditorium is to your left, number twenty one.”   “Thanks.” Taehyung stops at the concession.    You step beside him, puzzled to no end. “A romcom?”   “Why?” He smiles, and it’s small and coy. “I like romance movies too, y’know. They’re sweet.”   The vendor interrupts the conversation. “Next, please.”   “Yes, can I get an extra large popcorn, please?”   “Is that all?”   “Should we get drinks?” Taehyung looks over at you and you’re speechless, unable to respond when you don’t know what he’s doing. After a beat, he smiles at your silence and looks back at the vendor. “We’ll probably just take a medium-sized drink. Coke with no ice.”   “What are you doing, Taehyung?” you ask while he leads you into the dark theater.   “I’m enjoying a movie...with you.” Taehyung tells you to hold the drink and you feel his hand press on your shoulder, guiding you to the center row.   “Wait. It’s dangerous,” you whisper and before he can protest no one’s going to attack him, you insist, “Let’s sit on the edge.”   For the first time, Taehyung obliges your will. While you still can’t see well in this amount of darkness and your hearing is distorted with the surrounding speakers, everyone who wants to get to Taehyung has to go through you first. It puts your mind at a little more ease. But you still turn around to look at other people, swiveling in all directions, assessing the premise and every entrance, exit.    Suddenly, there’s warmth on your arm.   Taehyung's leaned the bag of freshly popped popcorn over to you.    “Want some?”   “Sure.”    You dip your hands in, grabbing only two. It’s buttery on your tongue, the taste addicting. You realize just how long it’s been since you’ve watched a movie in an actual theater — free time is better spent brushing your skills at the dojo, practicing on the shooting-range, working out, or resting for the next day.    The commercials play, loud, and he reclines his seat back. Taehyung glances at you before he’s moving over, whispering in your ear. His hot breath skims against your skin, oddly causing your chest to stutter. “Relax. We’ll be fine. I promise you no one’s going to try to get me in the middle of the movie theater, okay?”   “You can’t promise something like that.”   “No,” he whispers back with a smile. “But I can promise you’ll have a better time if you’re not constantly worried. I know it’s your job, but it’s also called pacing, dumbo. You’ll wear yourself down if you’re always on high alert.”   He has a point. One that you never really considered before. So you release a shaky breath held in your throat and look towards the screen.   Taehyung smiles at you, glad that you can relax even if it’ll only last for a short while.    The two of you lean back and when the movie begins, the lights dim even more, sound increasing in volume, screen expanding. Your hand reaches over, accidentally knocking into Taehyung’s as he’s also reaching in the bag for popcorn. And he lingers there, never once withdrawing, allowing the back of your hands to press against each other. You look over and the blonde pretends he doesn’t know what’s going on until three seconds pass and he finally grabs a handful, moving away. You scoff lightly, mouth pulling with a smile he doesn’t see.   The movie is absolutely terrible.   The prettiest actress gets killed off within the first ten minutes by a car accident and the rest of it is terribly dull and predictable. It doesn’t help that once your hand meets the bottom of the popcorn bag, there’s nothing else to preoccupy your time with.   But halfway through the film, goosebumps suddenly raise all over the back of your neck. You’re made hyperaware, feeling Taehyung draping his arm over the back of your chair. From the close proximity, you hear him clear his throat. Every movement he makes, your eyes and ears pick up on it, overly conscious of his presence in a way that almost makes you feel…..nervous.    And you don’t feel nervous often.   You end up leaning in towards the man, shuffling closer. When you turn your head to stare, he notices your gaze and shifts himself. Both of your eyes set on each other, connected. The profile of his visage is illuminated by the luminescence of the film, his features softened and glowing in the white lights.   You come closer, lips parting.   Taehyung stares and swallows hard, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.   You can see his lashes, the tiny freckles and moles dotting his face in spontaneous areas, details that you never noticed from afar. You see him clearly. “Taehyung.”   “Hmm?”   “Did you wear deodorant?”   His expression falls. He moves away. His arm drops off your chair. “Course I did!”   “Shush!” The person in front of him turns around with a glare and he’s left muttering a halfhearted apology. Your facade cracks with a smile while Taehyung sips on his drink, sulking.    For the rest of the time, he keeps his hands to himself and voluntary, you lean closer to him — just because warmth seems to radiate off of him.   “What did you think?”   “Movie was mediocre.” you say and Taehyung agrees. “Where are we going now?”   His pace quickens as if it’ll be enough for you to just follow along and be unable to put up a fight. “I’m hungry, aren’t you?”   “Well, I’m oka—”   “I got a reservation at a pretty nice place. It’s at eight, so we’re right on time.”   It’s a walk down the street, a mere block away, obviously planned so that it was easy without escape. Taehyung even opens the door for you, ushering you in like a gentleman. And once you enter, you’re put at a standstill.   He doesn’t eat at a place like this. Kim Taehyung craves fast food and greasy snacks, burgers and fries, ice-cream and carbonated drinks. But here are candlelit dinners, meager portions of steak, orders of not just simple meals, but appetizers and desserts.    You’re frozen until Taehyung guides you forward after he says his name and the waitress shows him to the table. A personal waiter introduces himself, showing the menus and pouring iced water by a whole fucking fancy pitcher and an arm behind his back, practiced after months of work.   You’ve been to places like this before, just standing at the back with your eyes pinned forward, on alert without moving like a statue while the important people chatted and ate together. Never did you consider that you’d one day sit at the table as well.   “This is a date, Taehyung.”   “What? “ He doesn’t even look at you, browsing the menu. “Who says?”   “A movie? A dinner?”   “We watch TV and eat together all the time.” He languidly shrugs.   “Yeah, but not like this. Not at a place like this.”   The man puts the menu down and folds his hands in his lap, eyes flickering up to you with a smile less than innocent. “I said I would treat you to something, remember? So take it as that.”   “Taehyung….”   “Do you want this to be a date?” he questions, becoming increasingly upset with the distant way you look up at him. This is not how he envisioned it to be. “You already said no. I get it. So stop insisting this is a date then. Just eat and we’ll go home. Think of it as me paying back the favour.”   It’s silent, awkward even.   There’s chatter all around you, warm conversations surrounding the space between the decorative walls. But between you and Taehyung, it’s gone cold, and you can’t understand. You cannot fathom how you’ve gotten here in the first place. It’s too difficult to comprehend alone.   “Why did you even ask me that earlier? Why did you ask me on a date?”   “Because if it wasn’t obvious enough, I like you, dumbo. A lot,” Taehyung emphasizes and ducks his head across the table where no one can eavesdrop. “I have since you appeared in front of me and saved me during the whole hostage shit.”   “You’re confused,” you tell him. “You’re confusing gratitude with other feelings—”   “I’m not.” His pitch raises into frustration and his hand crumples into a fist. “Stop taking my feelings so lightly, Y/N. I’m not a child. I’m not kidding either. I’m being serious. I like you.”   No one around knows what’s happening. You’re in your own bubble shared with Taehyung, an intimate confession spilled while surrounded by strangers. “I get that you might not feel the same,” he says, “But stop treating my feelings as a joke.”    The waiter steps up, unknowingly interrupting, but allowing you a moment to break away and think. “Hi, are you ready to order?”   “S-sure.”   Taehyung makes his order and you say you’ll have the exact same. It’s awkward as he takes the menus, suffocating silence that maybe the waiter feigns ignorance to. He flashes a charming smile, promising it’ll be out in about ten minutes and he fills your glasses of water again, excruciatingly slow.   You and Taehyung watch the water flow, the ice clinking against the glass….   Finally after five full minutes, the waiter leaves. Taehyung’s left staring at the flower centerpiece and you’re turning the fork over the table, fiddling with the hem of the white cloth napkin.    “I’ve….never dated anyone before.”   “I know.”   “I don’t know what it means to be in a romantic relationship.”   “To be honest, me neither.”   “You told me I was emotionally stunted. I can’t offer what you’re looking for.”   “The only thing I’m looking for is you.”   You swallow hard. “What if it doesn’t work?”    Your gaze meets his and he holds it, unyielding. The two of you are no longer children or just childhood friends, a bodyguard and college boy. You’re adults, two human beings with statuses that don’t matter.   “Then you’d still be my best friend.”   Taehyung takes a deep breath. “I meant it. That night, when I told you no one could take your place ever. That I wanted you. Badly. I meant every word that I said.”   Someday, he’ll no longer be the President’s son. Someday, you’ll no longer have a professional obligation to hold up to anymore. Someday, Taehyung’s greatest wish would come true and he’ll return to a life of normalcy or something that at least resembles it. That same someday, you’ll just be two adults who grew up together — just like now, but it’ll stay that way even after leaving this place.   “Would you ever date me?” — “You kind of have to be in the moment to know.”   You remember what you told him. It still holds true now.   “Someday,” you answer him earnestly. “Someday, when it’s all over, I’ll go on a date with you and then we’ll see what becomes of it.”   “Someday,” Taehyung murmurs after you, mimicking you as it sinks in. “What does that mean?”   A week from now? A month? A year? Ten years?   “When I’m not your bodyguard anymore.” You turn to him again. “When I’m not working under my dad. When you’ve graduated and you’re doing what you want and I’m not holding you back. When I’m more confident in being able to express myself and communicate properly….”   “Someday….” Taehyung repeats it to himself. It takes three seconds — three seconds and a smile comes across his face. “I hope you can keep that promise, dumbo. I can wait a lifetime if I have to.”   //   The pair of you eat dinner together, bantering and chattering. It’s not awkward or difficult like earlier with the weight of his declaration lingering above your heads and an answer caught in your throat, jumbling the rest of your words. Time moves quickly, and he pays like he said he would, opening the door when you leave together — careful and kind in his actions like his hopes still depend on it.   Outside, he holds your hand and you let him without protest.   The promise has been ingrained between the both of you.   “Where are we going now?”   “Back to my place,” he says. “Date’s over, dumbo. You’re just dropping me off my doorstep now.”   “So it was a date, huh? Finally admitting it?”   “Oops.” Taehyung grins. “How’d I do?”   You shrug. “Not bad, I guess. I think I’d have to go on dates with other guys to be able to compare though.”   A laugh squeezes out from him. “Hey! You better keep that someday free. I’m gonna hold you accountable. Even if you’re married with a kid in this ‘someday’, I’m still gonna show up at your door. Just letting you know that. I won’t give up — took you nine years to come back. I can wait another nine if I have to.”   “If you don’t want to, you don’t—”   “I want to,” he interrupts with a sweet smile, and you wonder how he can be so bold, so sure of himself.    It goes quiet and both your steps slow. His hand squeezes yours. The mosaic of lights coming from shops and street lamps casts on his softened features, making him glow. And you don’t think about it. Instincts charge the air. You allow emotions to choose the course of your actions — not logic, not muscle memory, or obligated duty.   You lift yourself and his hand lets go of yours, lifting to cup your cheek. Taehyung’s half-lidded eyes watch your expression and your own lids shut tight. You lean in for a kiss, a gentle press of your mouths against one another.   It’s terrible — noses knocking against each other, you missing his mouth and getting the corner instead, holding your breath for too long and running out of air.   You end up pulling away, gasping with your face hot, murmuring apologies. “S-sorry.”   “Don’t be, dumbo.” Taehyung smiles and this time, he’s the one who leans in. He inhales and kisses you with his mouth slightly parted. It’s plush, timid, but still full of eagerness, and your senses are filled with the scent of lavender, baby lotion, something you didn’t notice in the wake of nervousness.   It lasts ten seconds before it breaks apart. “There. That’s how you do it.”   Kim Taehyung reaches down to hold your hand, grinning to himself. He swings his arm back and forth, excited with a bounce in his step. You’re the one following him now. “Man, this someday’s gonna be great.”   You laugh and he savours the sound.

[namjoonchronicles]

eclipse | th

↳ pairing taehyung, you

↳ genre drama, fluff

↳ words 1.4k

↳ warnings mention of world ending, descriptions of it, eclipse, heart-wrenching things~

↳ song jp saxe ‘if the world was ending’ feat julia michaels

Some love, some type of love wouldn’t have been together despite all. In those brown irises, you see a familiar kind of feeling. You would look at him less than a second, afraid that you gave more than what should be invested. You know in your heart that he would love you if you gave him room, but time was never right. So now you’re left with whatever it is that makes you whisper his name, and never let them past your lips.

How would you spend your last day on earth? For all we know, with each day passes, we are a step closer to the End.

Maybe last mug of coffee that he hates the taste of. Maybe one last news on the TV. The curtain is open wider than the rest of the days that passed this year. You sat on the floor, leaning against the baby blue sofa that he had chosen. Ignoring the drawings, he had nailed on your walls without your permission. You shouldn’t be comfortable with the memories of him, floating around the house that’s yours. Or the house that seemed like yours.

“The eclipse will begin around 11.15am, peaks at 1.13pm and ends around 3pm, says expert,” the news anchor chatters delightfully. The incident said to occur every 22 years, and it made you think, you could spend today alone, with your coffee mug, or you could spend it with the very person you’re thinking of. But is he thinking of you too?

For all we know, an eclipse is one of the signs that the world is ending. And the fear, for the unknown, for whatever that comes next, Taehyung would know what to say to these suppressing thoughts. But he’d hate the coffee that was wasping around your breathe. You remembered how it would ruin his entire day. You remembered the way his face contorts. At first you thought it was funny. Then it became clear that you need your coffee more than you need Taehyung. As comical as it sounds now, you couldn’t have made him stay no matter what you say, no matter how you carved yourself to fit his ideals.

But that’s how women are, Taehyung twitches in his seat. He sits on the tall stool, his thumbs kneading the clay, next to the curtain-less window. Far on the outskirts of the town. Far from you.

“They remember all the wrong things we did to them, and they remember none of their own, towards us,” he carved the eyelid on his sculpture.

He knows you weren’t in it forever, and it was honestly fine. But then he felt the third quake. And then he felt the third quake. He almost stumbles off his stool at the speed he was going. He didn’t even wash the clays off his beautiful fingers. He just left his sculpture, grab the coat by the hangar, and dashed out the door. Because if the world is ending,

If the world is ending.

He’d rather be next to you.

Not the sculpture of you. But the real you.

He was scared and he didn’t care if you don’t feel the same. Who cares about the coffee you tasted like, when your smile was all he could think of when he is away. Who cares about the way you nag about his shoes scattered on the floor, when the sound of your voice keeps ringing in his head. It was when he climbed into the driver seat that he decided that if the world is ending today, he wants to hold you in his arms.

He sped through the traffic, the traces of the drying clay covering the extent of his steering wheel. He bits his lower lip in the rush of adrenaline, the tip of his finger feels numb and he wasn’t sure if it’s because of the hours he had spent to make yet another sculpture of your face, your expressions.

Here he was, creating something that probably would last the blow, some kind of remembrance of a beauty like yours, but it was your face he would rather see when the world is ending.

Because some love, some type of love needs the world to end for them to be together.

The street was filled with empty cars, left abandoned. The sky turned brilliant orange, cloudless. When he knows the road to your home by heart, there was no guarantee that you’d be there. And it felt fine, but not really. Even then, he wanted to lie to himself. The traffic doesn’t move. Taehyung frantically honk the car in front of him, but it doesn’t budge at all. He left his keys in the ignition, his wallet, his life-long savings and pushed the door, dashed through the gaps before it could fully open. All he hears is his own heavy breaths.

His steps gradually sped up, until it turns into a full jog towards an apartment, next to the stairs leading to the underground train. With the elevator out of order, he had to resort to the stairs 13 floors up. It seemed endless.

By the time he reached 7th floor, he was sweating profusely. His forearm hair stood up; his cloth stuck clad on his buffed-up chest. It’s 12.58 noon and the face you had when you opened the door, felt like coming home. He hastily gathered you in his arms, panting hard, your hair plastered on his sweaty face. Your sweater paws pats his lower back lightly, to offer some comfort. He was shaking, shivering, lips quivering. No words were exchanged. No words were needed.

All that you are was two soul that was scared. Difference was he was more apparent than you. And it reminded you how your relationships had been.

“You… came,” was all you could say.

“Where else would I’ve gone,” Taehyung said, with that familiar boyish smile.

As you sat on the floor, leaning against the sofa, and he was sitting with one knee propped up, opposed to you. A questionable glint in his eyes as you passed him a stare longer than he remembered you ever gave him. It was then that he noticed, he realized, that you never want to give your hundred percent not because you didn’t love him, but because you do.

Now that you sat there, in this house alone, he sees you for what you are instead of what you’ve made yourself to be. And he learns from you, that even clear eyes can conceal the truth. If only he stared longer, then. He would have seen it. He leans his head back but never breaks eye contact with you. You see resentment, and love; a very unlikely combination. But his heart brought him here, of all places, that has to mean something.

You knew pain when your family comes in between this man and you. You knew pain when all you wanted to be was together but couldn’t and can’t. You knew pain when you look into his eyes and love him still when he was holding someone else’s’ hand. You knew pain when you had to let him go, when you still very much want him. It wasn’t because of coffee, or the fact he hates it. It was trivial to compare to the real reason. Because it was easier to nitpick on all the little things, than it is to talk about the bigger reasons.

“How’s your parent?” he asked.

“Still hate the same thing they did,” you brought the brim of the mug to your lips.

“Still hate Kim Taehyung for his lineage,” he finished your words.

Your eyes fall, but not because you were apologetic, but because there’s nothing you could do. When they rise, they glide to the wall clock.

“It’s almost the full eclipse,” you reminded.

Taehyung glances to the glass window and the sun was totally covered by the moon. A ring was formed. That’s when he crawled to you and pressed his lips on yours. The quake begins to intensify. Photos began to fall to the floor, shattered in pieces, small vases lined up along the windowpane vibrates in place before falling to their side.  The insides of the fridge rattles against each other, and Taehyung cradles your face in his large hands, deepening the kiss.

The building behind him slanted, and at one point, it felt like you were levitating. While everything falls apart, Taehyung’s warm hand keeps you safe. You’re the safest you’ve ever been with him.

The world had to end for you to be together. Because some type of love, requires it to be so.

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COPYRIGHT © 2019 namjoonchronicles do not repost, happy 24th birthday taehyung, shine on, love you

[pffbts]

[08:47 PM] from taehyung

― for a second, you became an unknown person in front of my eyes who would gladly take the red, matte coloured nail polish and varnish it on your delicate fingernails. and then came my face that got filled up with a blush as you shook your head and chose the silver one – hmm, that`s how i recognized you. just like augustus waters from ‘the fault in our stars’ remembered about hazel`s dark, tinted blue nail polish, i breathed in the silverness of your presence across the room.  i don`t want a red-tinted bold you, i want a you who claims me as your own as the same painted fingers run through my own silver hair and letting the stars know that – when we collide, we exist in each other.

delivered.

[theneedforluv]

Sleep

Yoongi x Insomniac Male reader

Summary: just som fluff A/N: Heey little lonely fan boy anon, there you go, shy bby ♥v♥ hope you like this 0,4k drabble (next will be some lingerie sexy stuff ;3)

Television is quietly humming in a living room, very late at night, black clouds covering the stars making the night darker than it should be, only the moon is barely shining. you lay on the unfolded couch with dark circles under your eyes, tired as never you can't fall asleep again. Its been month already since you realized you might have an insomnia and it's deeply affecting you.

You are half laying on the couch, eyes soullessly glued to the TV when you feel someone lifting up the blanket you are covered with. You look up to see your boyfriend Yoongi snuggling under the blanket and giving you a kiss.

“Hyung,..?” You ask.

“You should sleep.” He removes few hair stripes out of your eyes. “Its two am”

“I can't, … i'm sorry.” You snuggle into his shirt and he hugs you.

“Come on baby... don't apologize for something like that. It happens, but now when I see how chronic your dreamless nights are, we need to do something.”

“Naahhh…” you childishly counter.

“Yeeeah” Yoongi says back and gently caressing your back he gives you another kiss on your hair. “I love you and I won't let my boyfriend suffer like that. Leave alone him being alone in it.”

“Can't we just… lay and cuddle?” You look up, chin laying on his chest, eyes looking into eyes.

He smiles and hugs you even tightly and firmly caresses your arms. “Try to sleep now, baby.” He says. “I'm here for you.” Another kiss.

“I love you too, Hyung…” you cuddle him.

The loving touches don't stop, kisses continue on lips, you find yourself relaxing into Yoongi’s embrace. It feels so good and so calming. It's better than any sleeping pill and chemicals people swallow when they can't sleep.

In the end you do fall asleep, your arms wrapped around Yoongi’s torzo, listening to his heartbeat you feel like weight of every problem you struggled with in your life had fallen down.

When you wake up, morning sunrise shines, you are still very disoriented but can definitely feel you lay on someone's chest and a gentle caressing over your hair. You lift your head up to meet with Yoongi’s smile.

“Oh my… I fell asleep on you?” He nods. “I'm so-”

“Yah.” He kisses you. “Nothing to be sorry about.” Another kiss. “Maybe you just need more love.” Another kiss “I love you so much, here take all of mine.”

As he is gently peppering your face with kisses and just exists right next to you, your whole body feels so relaxed after all the nights without a sleep, it feels heavenly. you kiss him too.

“Thank you, hyung.”

[bts-parktaehyung]

Not Today

Request: Well I just got a good idea for a scenario. Could you write a smutty jungkook thigh riding one. Omg those thighs. Gracias. THOSE THIGHS.

I hope this is good! It’s kind of short. I can always add to it if you want! And thank you for requesting. I always love requests ☺

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Smut 

Word Count:  693

You sat at your laptop, watching BTS’ new music video. You bit your lip, eyes glued to your boyfriend’s thighs as the maknae line, and J-Hope, danced together on the screen. Groaning at how attractive he is, you heard the door of your apartment click shut. “Hey, baby.” Jungkook said, kissing the top of your head on his way to your bedroom, but pausing when he saw what was on the screen. “Babe, stop watching that.” He laughed, his hand sliding over your shoulders as he continued on to the bedroom.

“Not today!” you giggled, standing up, hitting pause, and following him. He sat on the end of the bed, shaking his head at your pun while untying his shoes. “You just look so good in it.” You said, straddling him. He smirked, kissing you before standing up and sitting you on the bed. You pouted as he walked to the closet, taking off his jacket and hanging it up.

“Are you saying I don’t always look good?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow as he turned to look at you. You smiled, crossing your legs and leaning back on your hands as you looked him up and down.

“No…” you trailed off, giving him a smile that made his heart skip a beat. He laughed, leaning over you to kiss you again before leaving the room. You sighed, disappointed your advances weren’t working. Falling back onto the bed with a huff, you heard Jungkook out in the kitchen.

“Are you hungry, Jagi?” He asked, clattering things around.

“For you.” You mumbled before getting up and moping into the kitchen. He laughed as you hopped onto the counter, watching him cook.

About an hour later, the two of you finished eating and put everything away. Jungkook turned the TV on and was on the couch watching something as you “changed” in your room (you put one of Jungkook’s shirts on and took off your pants). When you came out, Jungkook bit his lip, eyes blazing a trail up your bare legs. You barely noticed as you watched the TV, confused by what he was watching.

“What’s this, Kookie?” You asked, standing there staring at the big screen. He shook his head.

“Nothing. Come here, baby.” You glanced over at him and casually walked over to the couch. Before you could sit down, Jungkook stopped you. “Hold on, princess.” He said quietly. You furrowed your eyebrows, looking down at him. His hands slid up your smooth legs, fingers hooking the fragile material and slipping it down your legs. He looked up at you as he leaned back, spreading his legs farther apart. He patted his thigh, signalling you to take a seat.

When you moved closer, he pulled you down onto his muscular thigh. Confusion washed  over your face as he smiled up at you. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I know you wanted me earlier.” Your face was burning up as you looked away. “Ride me.” He suddenly said in a deep voice, getting your attention. You snapped your head back to look at him, shocked at what he just said. “Come on, baby. I know you want to.” He smirked, pushing and pulling your hips. The material of his jeans felt amazing on you, causing you to moan softly. “That’s my girl.” He growled, moving your hips faster. Slowly, he started to let go as you rocked your hips back and forth on his leg.

“Jungkook,” you moaned softly. You started moving faster, chasing that high. Your breath picked up as you got closer and closer. Your hands were in his hair as his fingers dug into the couch cushions, the friction of your knee on his crotch driving him crazy. Seconds later you caught up with that seemingly impossible feeling of release, finishing on his black skinny jeans (not that he didn’t have 5 other pairs just like them). You collapsed onto him, trying to catch your breath.

“Oh we’re not done.” He smirked. You sat up, worry and excitement filling you at the same time. He picked you up bridal style and carried you to your bedroom, plopping you down on the bed to begin the best night of your life.

[failaise]

black water || prologue

summary: jungkook was your friend from childhood who you hadn’t seen since you were eleven. the death of your father sends you back to your hometown, but jungkook’s not himself anymore. you’re left wondering when your best friend became an asshole, and a wolf. 

werewolf!jungkook, bitten!reader

pairings: jungkook x reader

genre: smut/angst

a/n: i’m an asshole. warning. 

"Since when the fuck were you a werewolf?” 

Nothing had changed.

Your brother’s house was the same as you had remembered it being. The brownish color of the wood had dulled in a less than obvious way but your eyes were quick to spot anything that had differed from what your eleven year-old self remembered of this place. The flowers were blossoming- maybe that was different. You eyed them for a moment and wondered if they had always been a peculiar shade of blue before the front door opened and the tires of the taxi you’d driven in screeched around the corner. A lump of nerves settled comfortably in the pit of your stomach, frightened eyes staring up at the big home. You wondered how just one person could live here- but then again, Yoongi had always been introverted.

Worn-out Converse crunched fallen leaves with each step forward. The brown suitcase in your left hand squeaked and rolled, thumping as you made your way up the three small porch steps. The wood creaked beneath your weight, though the sound was somehow euphonious and comforting at once. You paused. The rocking chair he liked to sit in was still there, aged but covered in a new rug, as well as the old pot with a crack in it holding the variety of vines that crawled over the porch walls and up the side of his house.

There was silence, then more, and then the door opened.

The shock of it opening by itself caught your breath in your throat and you tried your best to look collected, nothing like the jumpy frightened thing you felt in your core. Swallowing thickly, you watched as the pale figure of your brother came into view, still just a few inches taller than yourself. His hair was black again, not the variety of colors you remembered seeing on your father’s phone, but he was just as ghostly. His clothes hung off his skinny frame and you worried that he hadn’t been eating right since- well, since he’d heard the news. Other than that, he’d grown up since the last time he’d visited you. He was taller, his shoulders had filled out a bit, and his face had slimmed as you suspected it would. Though, that smile of his hadn’t changed a smidge.

It spread across his face, revealing teeth and gums, and for a moment you forgot to dwell on the reason why you’d moved for him. Yoongi’s arms stretched and the bag in your fingers dropped, rushing to envelop yourself with him. He even smelt the same, too- like firewood and vanilla, but it was a scent that meant ‘home’ to you, and it was a scent you’d been wrapped around in since… well, that’s for a different time.

“I missed you,” Yoongi’s low voice rumbled in your ear, his warm cheek pressed against yours.

“I missed you more,” you returned quickly. His smile imprinted on the side of your hair, insurging a mass of warmth and longing deep inside your chest.

It was a minute until Yoongi released you from his hold. He helped you carry your bags inside and you wandered into his home, memorizing every little detail that had changed since he’d been old enough to live on his own. Your bedroom, you found, was the room Yoongi used to sleep in. The walls were white, reflecting the halo-ish glow of the cloudy sky just outside his wall-length window. Tiny lights had been strung up around your bed frame, adorned with familiar blankets and a brown teddy bear sat in the middle.

“Do you wanna eat in tonight?” Yoongi wondered, leant up against the door with his arms folded over his chest. You glanced at him from the middle of the room. The bags under his eyes worried you and you doubted he’d been outside in days- since he got the news, you supposed. On the other hand, you couldn’t lock yourself away like your brother could. Being outside was a remedy of sorts. The woods behind his home were familiar and if you remembered correctly, there was a little spot for you to sit and relax for the duration of the night.

Looking up at him, you smiled, “Sure.”

Soppy leaves turned to mush beneath your feet. The sound of mud squelching with your every step quickly became familiar to your ears and you marched forwards, a bag over your shoulders and your hair pushed back from your face. If you focused, you could taste the remainders of your dinner, pizza and wings. Your arms were bare and you wished you’d taken Yoongi up on his offer of a jacket and scarf, but your stubbornness allowed a pleasant breeze of cold wind to brush across your exposed cheeks. 

Sunset was soon. You could see the colors beginning to form as the sun dipped down behind the treeline, a vibrant arrangement of indigos and scarlet. Its resemblance to a fire was uncanny.

Eventually you found it- a small spot where you remembered visiting with your old friend in this town. It was a clearing in the middle of the forest, decorated with elaborate green vinery and flowers beginning to wither as the season changed. Situating yourself on the boulder you’d claimed to be yours, you folded your legs and sighed, tilting your head to stare at the miniature waterfall gushing before you.

You remembered the friends you used to have back when you visited your mother and Yoongi every summer. You’d become close with the neighborhood kids- one, in particular. He’d been a sweetheart who clung to his mother’s side and eagerly invited you to go hiking with the two of them, and he’d been the one who appeared at your door the first summer your mother moved to this town with a plate of cookies and an open invitation to play on his Game Cube whenever you wanted. 

How was he? Was he tall now? Taller than you? Smarter than you? Last you remembered, you were giving him lessons in piano and he was giving you lessons in the simple algebra you couldn’t figure out. Smiling to yourself, you leaned back, wondering where he was- if Jeon Jungkook even still lived in Farcrest. This town was small and you couldn’t imagine that someone with Jungkook’s dreams was still here. He’d be a senior now, you realized. He was in your grade, your age, with a laugh and a bunny-like smile that screamed troublemaker but secretly hid his true nature of a shy, childish little kid. 

You wondered how they all were- his friends, the ones he proudly introduced to you the first time you stayed with your mother for the summer here. What were their names? You remembered Taehyung, as he was as annoying as he was adorable- you’d had a crush on him, but it was overshadowed by Jungkook the following year. Park… Park Taemin… no, that wasn’t right. What was his name? Was it- oh, wait! It was Jimin! A smile hinted on your lips at the memory of that small boy with smaller hands and a hesitant, yet brave smile. You hoped he was doing well with his dream of being a dancer; it was all he talked about when you were there.

Caught up in reminiscing, you hadn’t realized the sun was gone had it not been for the icy breeze dusting your loose strands out of your face. Shivering, you tilted your head up to see that the sun had been replaced by a lingering white sphere, whose silver glow illuminated the clearing as if it were some kind of ethereal landscape. You eyed the dying flowers suspiciously. 

Behind you, the trees rustled.  

You paused. Convincing yourself that it was probably just a deer, or the wind, you pushed off the boulder and jumped down onto the leaves with a heavy sigh. With the sunlight not there to warm you, your bare arms were littered with goosebumps, teeth chattering on their own accord. You could hardly see anything without the sun there guide you- it didn’t help your vision was bad as it is, but now it was dark and you could barely distinguish between a tree and a long blur of brown. Anxiously you hugged your arms closer into your body, blew out a breath of gray smoke, and headed back the way you (thought) had came.

Crack.

Your feet halted again. You stared at the mass of a tree trunk before you and sucked in a nervous breath. “It’s just a deer,” you whispered with hesitation. Tentatively you stepped forward and at the same time you did, something low in the trees emitted a dark, deep rumble of a growl.

Not a deer.

Your stomach tightened in fear just as adrenaline began to flood into your veins. In the darkness, the pupils behind your contacts expanded until the shining color of your iris became a ring of glistening tears. Fight-or-flight instincts moved your feet forward and you didn’t even realize you were running until you felt the air, hot and wet on your face. The silence of the forest was overwhelming but now you were listening for even the slightest sound of disturbance. Your ponytail came loose, strands of hair obscuring your vision, but you didn’t stop.

The ground shook with each pounding step the animal took after you. For a moment you felt ridiculous, as if you were in some kind of movie because these things didn’t happen. Your life was as normal as it could be but now you were here, sprinting through the darkness with dim, silvery strings of lights as your hints and there was something coming after you- it had to be a bear. It couldn’t be anything else.

Its growls bounced off the trees. The sound was something out of a movie- low and dark and twisted, rumbling in its throat against the forest walls. You could hear the sound of your heavy breaths as you hung a left, hoping maybe you could throw it off but-

Your ankle twisted underneath your weight and you cried out in pain, screaming for the chase to end. And before you could stop you were suddenly airborne, flipping onto your side and crashing onto the ground with a loud, resounding thump. Fuck, you were on a hill. Grunts escaped your broken lips with each flip, with each powerful blow your body dealt the forest floor in your relentless torment of a night. Your momentum picked up and you wished- god, you prayed- that your speed was faster than the thing coming after you. 

Your whole body ached when you finally rolled to a stop. The bottom of the hill was caked with mud and held a tiny little puddle, though it was more of a river now, as a reminder of the rain earlier that day. It was strikingly cold and distracted you from the pain you felt, but the taste of mud in your mouth was too much and you sat up, spitting out blood and dirt onto the forest floor. 

A part of you wanted to lay there and rest, to listen and hear if it was still running, but the other half of you- the one guided by adrenaline and the desire for survival- pushed you to your feet. Your ankle cried out when you stepped on it but you went forwards anyway, Converse crunching leaves with each trudge forwards. In your chest, your heart pounded against your ribs, creating an erratic rhythm that only sped up when you realized something- 

it had gone completely silent. 

Shaking in trepidation, you slowly looked up across the mud and water. In the reflection of the moonlight, you could see yourself- your cheek bruised, hair caked with dirt and hanging in wet strands before your face, your lip split. And as your eyes traveled across the lake, they met the reflection of something else on the glittering surface- something with glowing red eyes and a hunger you’d never seen before. 

Everything froze. 

It stared at you through your reflection. Its body, a mass of black and hind legs and hair trembled with anticipation, shaking feverishly across the river. With each exhale you watched clouds of white breath flood the air, disappearing like rivulets of smoke towards the night sky. Glowing embers of eyes glared at you, slowly traveling up the sparkling water and towards your body, rigid and frozen in place. 

Suspense built in your core. Your fingers were dug into the mud, holding you in place, and his long black nails clawed at the ground like a bull at a rodeo. He stared at you for a moment and you were suddenly certain that this wasn’t a bear- but it was close, and it looked familiar and God... were those ears? Why did they look so... human? 

Before you could think the creature let out a growl, something so retched and raspy that it nearly made you throw up. The ground met your back and you lost your ability to scream. Instead, you stared up at it, pupils blown and fear written across every feature of your face, lips curled in and nostrils flaring uncontrollably. Up close it was even more odd to look at... even more human than you’d thought. Black hair climbed up its jaw and decorated its back, in par with a protruding brow bone and a mouthful of long, sharp canines glistening with saliva. Something wet trickled down the side of your head and your vision blurred, then sharpened, then blurred again, like a camera lens focusing and unfocusing. Hot, wet breath trickled across your lips and damn, did this thing need a mint. 

Pain erupted in your side before you even registered it moving. Your eyes grew round and wide, staring up at the skyline while knives entered your hip. Your scream was lost in your throat and you could only gasp, clawing at the ground as if it might help you home. Another low growl rumbled against your skin and your head lolled backwards, thumping against the dirt. 

By the time it stopped you were almost gone. Lapping at the wound it created, the humanoid beast lifted its head, teeth stained crimson, and looked up at you. Those eyes... you were sure you’d never forget them, that you’d never forget the overlapping shades of gold and red, burning into your skull. 

A tiny whimper hummed against your lips. Your hands were shaking as your tried to cover your hip, trying to stop blood from leaving though it seeped through your fingers nonetheless. And for a moment you swore that creature, that thing had heard your pathetic attempts to help yourself, that its grim eyes had flashed over with something... something like guilt. 

You weren’t sure. You couldn’t be sure. Any intelligent thought you had drained out with your wound, dripping burgundy onto the leaves at a slow, steady pace. Your adrenaline was gone and your instinct to fight was rapidly dwindling to an ember. Fingers shook at your sides, before they stilled, and your body went slack against the side of the hill. Your eyes, round and frightened, relaxed until they were half-moons, lazily glaring down at the beast. 

And as you slipped into unconsciousness, the only thing you remembered were the words softly escaping your lips.

“I’m going to die.” 

prologue. black water.