#bts time loop au

[kittenan2]

Diamond Necklace

Pairing: Jung Hoseok (J-Hope) x Reader Genre: Romance, Smut, Idol AU, Fanfiction Rating: Explicit (18+), contains mature themes, sexual content, and strong language Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, possessive behavior, light dom/sub dynamics, mentions of alcohol, obsessive thoughts, and public teasing. Proceed with caution. Summary: A flirty dance cover of BTS’s Dynamite with a cheeky “diamond necklace” innuendo blows up, catching the eye of J-Hope himself. What starts as spicy DMs with a mysterious stranger spirals into a steamy, obsessive night in Seoul that leaves you marked—literally and figuratively. Word Count: ~3.5k

The bass of Sweet Dreams pulsed through your cramped apartment, your phone balanced on a precarious stack of novels. You’d spent weeks perfecting this dance cover—every hip pop, every smirk, every flick of your wrist dialed to precision. Your cropped hoodie rode up with each sway, flashing a glimpse of skin, while your leggings hugged every curve. As the final note hit, you struck a pose: lip bitten, eyes smoldering, a playful wink thrown at the camera.

You collapsed onto the couch, breathless, and grabbed your phone for the outro. “Alright, Army, I’m wrecked,” you laughed, sweeping damp bangs from your face. “But real talk? I’d sell my soul for a diamond necklace from J-Hope. Too much to ask?” Your smirk lingered, the innuendo dripping for the fans who’d get it. You hit post without a second thought.

The “diamond necklace” line was a nod to Army Twitter’s filthier corners, where fans traded sly jokes about Hoseok’s charm. J-Hope was your bias—his radiant energy, fluid dance moves, and that killer smirk were your undoing. You didn’t expect the reel to do more than your usual few thousand likes.

By morning, it was at two million views.

Your notifications were a warzone:

“Y/N, YOU WILD FOR THIS 😭” “DIAMOND NECKLACE? GIRL, I’M DEAD 💀” “Living our Hobi thirst dreams, we stan 😍”

Fan edits poured in—slow-mo clips of your hips rolling to Daydream, your hair flip synced to Ego. Brands slid into your DMs, but so did the weirdos. As a small-time Instagram influencer known for K-pop covers and flirty vlogs, this was your brand: bold, teasing, a little dirty. Just another day.

Until it wasn’t.

In a dimly lit Paris hotel room, Jung Hoseok sprawled across a king-sized bed, phone glowing against the dark. He’d been following you for months on a burner Instagram account—@random7digits, no pic, no trace. Not even his members knew.

It started with a fan edit of you slaying his Chicken Noodle Soup choreo, your sensual precision making his pulse spike. He’d binged your profile: dance covers, thirst traps, Q&As where you answered with a wink. You were magnetic, and he was addicted.

Then came the “diamond necklace” reel.

Hoseok watched it on loop, your sultry moves and that bold line—“a diamond necklace from J-Hope”—hitting like a shot of adrenaline. The innuendo was filthy, and it stirred something possessive. He knew you were teasing the fandom, but it felt personal, like a dare meant for him.

“She’s trouble,” he muttered, smirking. “And I want it.”

His thumb hovered over your DMs. From his burner, he typed:

Careful, princess. Wishing for diamonds like that might get you in trouble.

He hit send, heart racing, already hooked on the game.

You woke to a DM that stopped you cold:

Careful, princess. Wishing for diamonds like that might get you in trouble.

The account was a blank—random numbers, no face. Probably a troll, but the cocky tone sent a thrill down your spine. You bit your lip, typing:

Trouble? My favorite kind. You offering diamonds or just talk?

His reply was instant:

More than diamonds, princess. But you gotta earn ‘em.

Your stomach flipped. This guy had game. Over the next week, the DMs became your fix—each message bolder, hotter, laced with tension. He matched your flirtation with a mix of charm and edge, keeping you glued to your phone.

That dance today… you know what you’re doing. Teasing like that’s gonna get you in deep.

You upped the ante, posting a story for him: a slow-motion Ego cover, your body rolling in a tight tank top, sweat gleaming on your collarbone. Caption: Deep? Only if you can keep up.

His response was a video: no face, just a lean, toned torso in grey sweats, moving to Mic Drop with lethal precision. His abs flexed, hands—long fingers, veins popping—tugging his waistband low, revealing a V-line that made you choke.

Keep up with this, princess.

You rewatched it, thighs pressed together, heat pooling. You sent a photo: you in a lacy bralette, leaning forward to flaunt cleavage, lips parted. Your move, mystery man.

The escalation was relentless. His voice notes(using voice changer)—low, husky—were pure sin. “You keep sending shit like that, I’m gonna lose it,” he growled, the words sinking into you. You fired back a breathy note: “Good. I want you wrecked.”

One night, after a Butter cover where your hips swayed and fingers traced your neck, he snapped:

You’re begging for it, aren’t you? Touching yourself like that, knowing I’m watching.

He wasn’t wrong—you’d been thinking of him, this faceless stranger who had you unraveling. You typed, reckless:

Maybe I am. Gonna do something about it?

His reply was a photo: his hand gripping a whiskey glass, knuckles tense, a silver ring glinting. Keep pushing. I’ll give you everything you’re asking for.

You pushed harder—a shower clip, steam blurring the glass, your silhouette teasing as water slid down your shoulders. Oops. Slipped.

His response was feral: You’re fucking killing me. That body… I’m gonna ruin you.

The game was addictive, each message a spark setting you both on fire. You didn’t know his name, but he was under your skin.

Ten days in, he dropped a bomb:

Meet me. Seoul. This weekend. Lotte Hotel penthouse. No questions, just us. Say yes.

Your heart slammed against your ribs. Meeting a stranger who’d been driving you wild? Insane. But the promise of that penthouse, the mystery, the way his words made you ache—it was too much to resist.

You typed, fingers trembling:

You’re nuts. Rules: safe word, no sketchy shit, and you better be as hot as you sound.

His reply:

Safe word’s ‘sunshine.’ I’ll take care of you, princess. You won’t regret it.

You spent the next days in a frenzy, packing, texting your best friend (“If I die in Seoul, avenge me”), and boarding a flight. The uncertainty only fueled your want.

The Lotte Hotel was a glittering maze of marble and gold. The penthouse was obscene—black marble floors, silk-draped bed, a bottle of champagne chilling in ice. The air was heavy, intoxicating.

You stepped inside, heels clicking. “Hello?” Your voice wavered. No answer. Your pulse raced as you set your bag down, nerves and anticipation colliding.

You poured champagne, the bubbles sharp on your tongue. Then you felt it—a shift in the air, a presence behind you. You turned.

He stood in the shadows, black cap low, fitted shirt clinging to a lean frame, dark jeans slung low. He moved like a predator, all controlled power. Then he lifted his cap.

Jung Hoseok. J-Hope. Your bias.

Your glass almost shattered on the floor.

“Oh my God,” you whispered, legs buckling. “You’re… him.”

He smirked, closing the distance, eyes dark and possessive. “Still want that diamond necklace, princess?” His voice was velvet, laced with sin, sending heat to your core.

You couldn’t speak, brain short-circuiting. Hoseok—Hoseok—was real, devastatingly hot, his gaze promising everything.

“I…” You swallowed. “Yes.”

His smirk deepened, predatory yet soft. “Good girl.”

Hoseok stepped into your space, his cologne—musky, spiced—flooding your senses. His hand cupped your jaw, thumb dragging across your lip with deliberate slowness.

“Been dreaming about you,” he murmured, lips close. “Every night, watching you tease me. You’ve got no idea what you do.”

Your breath hitched, hands gripping his shirt, feeling muscle beneath. His kiss was filthy—tongue sweeping, teeth nipping, all hunger. You moaned, melting into him as he backed you against the wall, the cool surface a shock against your heated skin.

His hands gripped your hips, pressing himself against you. You gasped—he was hard, straining against his jeans.

“Feel that?” he growled, grinding slowly. “All for you.”

He lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the bed. He pinned your wrists, his other hand yanking your dress up to reveal soaked lace panties.

“Fuck,” he breathed, eyes raking over you. “Dripping already.”

He tore the lace, the rip loud. His mouth was on you—hot, relentless, tongue swirling over your clit, then plunging inside. You screamed, hips bucking, but he pinned your thighs, devouring you like a man starved.

“Hoseok—fuck,” you gasped, trembling. His fingers joined, curling deep, hitting your G-spot with precision.

“Taste so good,” he rasped, lips glistening. “Could do this all night.”

He edged you, pulling back as you neared the peak, leaving you whimpering. “Please,” you begged, tears pricking.

“Not yet,” he said, licking his lips. “You cum with me inside.”

He stripped, revealing lean abs, sweat-slick skin. His jeans dropped, and you stared—he was thick, veined, glistening. He climbed over you, kissing you, letting you taste yourself.

“Ready?” he whispered, softer now, checking in.

“Yes,” you breathed, arching into him.

He pushed in, slow and deep, the stretch intense. He paused, forehead against yours, breath ragged. “So tight,” he groaned. “Perfect.”

His thrusts were powerful, each one hitting deep, his hips angled to strike your G-spot. The bed creaked, headboard slamming as he drove into you. His dirty talk was relentless:

“Wanted my cum, didn’t you? Begging for it in front of whole world.” he growled, biting your neck. “Gonna mark you, make you mine.”

His fingers found your clit, rubbing tight circles. You screamed, the edge nearing. He denied you once more, stopping as you trembled, leaving you a sobbing mess.

“Please, Hoseok,” you cried. “Need it.”

“Okay, princess,” he murmured. “Cum for me.”

His thrusts deepened, fingers relentless. Your orgasm crashed, vision whiting out, body convulsing as you screamed his name. He fucked you through it, thrusts erratic, then pulled out, spilling across your chest and neck, marking you in thick, warm ropes.

“Mine,” he whispered, smearing his release across your collarbone, sealing the claim.

Hoseok collapsed beside you, both of you slick with sweat. He pulled you close, lips soft on your forehead, your cheeks.

“You okay?” he murmured, brushing hair from your face.

“Better than okay,” you whispered, dazed.

He smiled—bright, sunny, your heart stuttering. He cleaned you gently with a warm towel, then pulled a velvet box from the nightstand. A diamond necklace—delicate, sparkling—clicked around your neck, his lips brushing the clasp.

“Next time you want something,” he said, low, “you come to me.”

You laughed, still reeling. “Think I just did.”

He grinned, tucking you into his arms. You fell asleep, the necklace a cool weight against your skin.

You woke alone, panic flaring until you saw the note:

Flight to catch. Keep the necklace. Call me when you want more. - H

A Polaroid showed Hoseok, shirtless, smirking, holding a card: Mine.

Your phone buzzed—a text from his official Instagram:

Liked your necklace, baby. Ready for round two?

You grinned, typing: Only if you bring a matching bracelet.

Days later, you filmed a Blood Sweat & Tears cover, the diamond necklace glinting, hickeys blooming across your collarbone. Your hips rolled, fingers tracing the marks, a smirk for the camera.

The reel went viral. Army lost it:

“Y/N, THOSE HICKEYS?? SPILL 😳” “DIAMOND NECKLACE AND LOVE BITES? QUEEN SHIT” “Isn't this J-HOPE coded?? I’M UNWELL”

Twitter exploded with edits—zooms of your marked skin set to Euphoria. Theories flew: “Y/N’s mystery man is an idol, bet it’s Hobi.”

A DM from Hoseok’s official account: a screenshot of a tweet: Y/N’s hickeys + necklace = J-HOPE CLAIMED HER, I’M SCREAMING.

His message:

Showing off my work, princess. Wear those marks like a crown.

You typed back, grinning:

Just giving the people what they want. More next time?

His reply:

Count on it. Bracelet’s ready. So’s round two.

You touched the necklace, the hickeys tingling. The world could guess, but only you knew—and the promise of more burned bright.

A/n: Okay so my 2AM thoughts are getting wild I guess. But seriously all I need is diamond necklace from J-Hope. Is it too much to ask? 🤭

P.S.: My @kittenan account tumblr messaging is not working and also I am unable to comment. So I created a backup account. Please follow and support.

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[m-jelly]

Demon Huntress Reader x Incubus Levi. Incubus!Levi tempts and seduces Reader to have fun with him (they are secretly lovers)

@2moth-anon2 requested

Irresistible lover

Incubus Levi x fem!reader

Supernatural AU, magical AU, fluff, romance, being a couple, flirtatious Levi, sexual language, teasing, touching, oral, monster loving.

While on a journey to hunt down a dangerous demon, Levi temps you over and over with delicious words and touches. You give in to temptation and allow your lover to fawn over you.

Lore: Some demons help hunters hunt down bad demons. Levi offered his services to help because a demon killed his two friends. As a result of helping you, he fell madly in love with you and you fell for him and you became a couple.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @emilyyyy-08 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

You released a long sigh as you grabbed the magic scroll on your next target. You were tired, exhausted and frustrated. Work had been non-stop for you and it had meant less couple time with Levi. As a demon, Levi had a large and deep hunger for you. So, it was hard to get the balance right between doing your job as a hunter of demons and being dedicated to Levi.

Even though Levi was a hungry demon, he was very patient and sweet with you. To him, you were worth the wait. Every inch of you was delicious and your heart was so beautiful. The love he had for you was unmeasurable.

The stress and exhaustion were just rolling off you and Levi could sense it. Levi wanted to fix this, he wanted to get you to relax, he wanted you to smile, he wanted you to be happy and to do that he had a plan.

As soon as you walked into your study at the hunter base, he locked the door and used his powers to make the room darker - it was mood lighting. It appeared you didn't notice, so Levi was going to pull out all the stops.

Levi changed his human appearance to more of his demon one because he knew how much you loved it. His horns grew large on his head, scales appeared on the corners of his face, up his neck and all over his body. His hands turned into strong claws that looked like they had been dipped in tar. His long tail whipped to the side as he growled in pleasure. His tongue was long and pointed for perfect reach and lastly, his shirt peeled off his body to show off his muscles.

He pushed his raven hair back and slowly slinked his way over to you. The way he called your name was sensual like it was pleasurable to call out. He dragged a claw across the table and growled. "You seem...stressed."

You whined a bit as you kept working. "I am. This needs to be done. He's a high-ranking demon on the loose. I need to stop him."

"That will happen. I know you will." He grabbed the magical scroll making you pout and protest. "But you need a break."

You stood up. "He doesn't stop so I shouldn't."

Levi tossed the scroll right as a flying little imp appeared and took it away. "Darling sweetness, he will rest, trust me." He stared you up and down. "You look good enough to eat."

You blushed. "You say that all the time. Call your imp back and give me the scroll."

He reached over the desk and pressed a claw into your shirt right between your breasts. "I will, but after you've been a good girl and relaxed. I'm worried about you." He pulled his claw down and slowly ripped your shirt open. "You are so arousing."

You shivered as your warm skin was met with the room's cool air. "Levi."

He eyed your breasts in your bra. "So supple, plump and delicious."

You pulled back and yanked the shirt closed. "Y-You're distracting m-me."

He leapt over the desk and sat on the edge right in front of you. "My intention."

You tried to move away but Levi's wings burst from his back, and one of them moved and blocked your path. You turned and tried to escape the other way, but his tail wrapped around your thigh. "Le-Levi."

Levi looped his claw finger around your belt loop and tugged. "You work so hard. You're so strong. You're so inspiring." He ran his lips right between your breasts and inhaled deeply. "A darling love like you should be worshipped and rewarded." He delicately kissed your skin. "Such a magnificent love."

You mewled in delight and tangled your fingers in his hair. "You're too sweet to me."

He looked up at you. "You deserve your body to be worshipped every day and night." He licked his lips to show his long pointed tongue. "Say yes."

You could feel the yes on the tip of your tongue, but your senses came to you. You had a job to do and you shouldn't be playing with your demon boyfriend. You turned in his arms and mewled. "I need a new shirt and to start working."

Levi ran his hands up your body as he spoke against your ear. "You work so hard all the time. You need a break. Everyone takes breaks. Everyone needs to relax and unwind." One hand massaged your hip as the other gripped your breast. "So many knots in such an alluring body. It must be so hard for you."

You leaned your head back and relaxed against his touch. "Mm, it is."

"A good night's rest and some good loving with work all the knots out and help you think fresh."

"You're right."

He nipped your earlobe between his sharp canines. "Just a night off. One simple night off won't do any harm."

You leaned against Levi, your weight now fully on him. Legs now weak, you sat between Levi's legs on the edge of the desk. A blissful sigh escaped your lips as Levi continued his touches and massaging. Every move he made was electrifying to you, it always was.

You turned your head and gazed deep into Levi's eyes as they glinted with power. "Do you love me?"

Levi smiled softly at you. "More than words can describe. You have my whole heart and immortal soul. I love you, forever and more."

You welled up as your heart swelled with adoration. "I love you too."

He leaned closer. "I know. I can feel it through our bond. It is...breathtaking." He crashed his lips against yours as his fingers plunged down into your underwear and began caressing your clit.

You felt a shiver run through you as two long clawed fingers pressed deep into your pussy and pressed you in every perfect way. The palm of his hand stimulated your attention-seeking clit. Each soft and intentional movement was hypnotic and pleasurable to you.

Levi's long pointed demon tongue was blazing hot inside your mouth. The way he moved was soothing and yet arousing. You felt safe, calm and relaxed, but also like your body was on fire. All you could do was cling to your lover as he moved and worshipped your mortal body, which in time he would make immortal like him.

A light whimper came from you as soon as he pinched your nipple. A throbbing of pleasure pumped through you from your chest to your heat and back. The danger of it all added to the sexual pleasure. If anyone knew about the undying love between the two of you, or that you took part in the pleasure of the body with each other, you would be shunned and banished from your people.

Most would have accused Levi of tempting you to love him, but Levi would tell you otherwise. Levi's intention was to make a deal with you to take revenge. However, your heart, body and soul lured him in and he was hopelessly in love and yours. You were Levi's master and he would do anything for you. Although, when it came to sex, he was always the tempter because he was a demon of sex.

Levi pulled from your lips as your moans heightened in pitch. The light in Levi's eyes brightened. "That's it, my darling. Cum against my hand and enjoy the pleasure that is your body."

You threw your head back and cried out in bliss as you felt a pleasurable pop. "Levi."

Levi moaned in pleasure as you fed him with power. "Good girl." He dragged his fingers from you and licked them clean. "Delicious meal."

You leaned against his chest. "Mm..."

He lifted you up and laid you on your desk. "Worry not, my darling." He licked his lips and moaned. "I will help you relax more." He clicked a clawed finger against your trousers and panties causing them to slice off. "I will plunge my tongue deep into your pussy and enjoy the flavours of your arousal." He knelt before you and shifted your legs over his shoulders. "I must kneel before my altar."

You reached down and gripped his horns. "I'm all yours."

His long pointed tongue dragged up your lips and clit. He smirked as you whimpered. "Relax. Let me take care of you."

You threw your head back as his long, thick and pointed tongue plunged deep into you. Your thighs clamped around his handsome face. Your back arched as he moved and rolled his tongue. A shiver ran through you as his clawed hands ran down your body. You knew very well that this was not going to be something short, it was going to be an all-night loving.

[polarislex]

id rather be crazy like you 𓂃۶ৎ

♡ live update thread ♡

 ♡ master post here ♡

AND THE PROLOGUE IS LIVE FOLKS! thanks to you, and getting this post to SEVEN likes, i went ahead and uploaded the prologue!

link here

Just to note really quick - updates for this may not be super quick. I am currently writing my chanbaek fic and i do want to bang out as much as of that as i can! with that being said though, if this gains traction and if i can get 10 kudos & 2 comments on the prologue, i will shift and get the first chapter completed and up! I want a goal that I think could be achievable but yet a bit pushing for a smaller writer like myself!

Also, to add a bit of a backstory to this idea (if anyone is curious): back in, i think, 2018/2019, this original idea was set in strictly aesthetics with BTS and EXO being the main 2 groups I was doing them for! ironically enough, this was more an idea i had while talking with old friends on tumblr back in the day of what themed aesthetics should i do next (i think i just finished some of the disney princess ones). there was, at the time, no correlation to descendants (though, obviously now, I can't say that. I've watched the movies, and some elements may be similar) I then tried my hand at a social media au with Jimin being the main focus, but i ended up putting it on hold to cancel the au all together. I didn't know how to move forward with where I was, so it sort of just crumbled and died ahaha

now, i think then around 2021/2022, i sort of revisted the idea on my own, but with the idea to make aesthetics solely for nct members. this never happened, but the idea did stick with me for years. it was always something i wanted to really, really, really, dabble back into but i was never sure how. Did i write little one shots looped together in one fic with conflicting timelines for that sense of confusion? did I revive the social media au? or do I try something completely different.

so, now in 2025 and getting that boost from the likes on tumblr, here we are. i decided to go with nct dream being the main focus, but exo members will also provide relevance through the story (along with mention of some bts members for the sake of the original plot)! you can always go to my tumblr and look through my masterlist to find the old aesthetics for bts and exo, but i hope within the next few weeks to have updated exo as i see fit AND have nct dream done! In the mean time, enjoy the playlist! drop a kudo, leave a comment / leave a like or comment here on tumblr too! or send me an ask!

till next time! xoxo lexie

02/08/2025

I think I may have gotten too ambitious so I’ve merely made it a 5 kudo goal! I’m going to keep it at 2 comments because I really really want to hear thoughts, but if I hit the kudo mark, I’ll update! I love seeing the traction it got on here too!

[niko-aspin]

*slowly slids down a piece of paper on the non-existent table..*

ETL is short for Endless Time Loop where when the Player dies they will be reverted back to the very start of their journey! It's torture for them. (It's a fanfic I wrote in wattpad and ao3)

But it looks like ETL!Player somehow got into Lovetales after dying the billionth time?? (Also I just got them a Love Gun because why not :3)

I also just recently found out about Lovetales! (Like yesterday as I wrote this) AND I AM IN LOVE WITH IT.

Okay byyyeee! I will be watching. Silently <33

• imagine player dies and after every die they come backs into their start of the journey but in random bt au..

• I like the drawing!! and au concept sounds interesting!

[kingofbodyrolls]

Coming Home (m) | pjm | chapter 1

*this is a re-upload since I deleted my old account 🫣

When your best friend, Park Jimin, who you’ve had a crush on since forever, suggests you stay at his house to heal and find yourself again after a series of traumatizing events had haunted you for years, you don’t hesitate to accept. Within those walls, a safe haven is woven, where wounds can heal and memories find release. As he nurtures your shattered spirit, an unexpected intimacy unfurls, leaving the fragile barrier between friendship and deeper emotions in question - can you keep your feelings hidden?

→ Pairing: Jimin x reader (female) → AUs: detective!au → Genre(s): angst, healing after trauma, slice of life, smut and fluff → Trope(s): childhood best friends to lovers → Rating: mature/explicit/R18 (this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact.) → Word count: 20k → warnings + triggers: mention of past abuse and sexual assault (r*pe), trauma, stalking, trust issues, insecurities, thriller vibes, angst, fluff, slice of life, healing after trauma (including therapy sessions), blood (only in the beginning), BIG feelings, protective Jimin, previous character death (a parent), Jimin being soft and loving, self defense. → Disclaimer about warnings: I know nothing about sexual or physical abuse (I only know psychological because I experienced that, not in a sexual context though). This story is fiction, I do not mean to say that this is how one would go through their emotions or handle this situation. This is a delicate and fragile subject, so proceed with caution. I also know nothing about police work or the work in emergency/hospitals. Also, I don’t own BTS or know how they would act in a similar situation. This story is purely fiction, a fragment of my imagination. They just inspire me so much 💜 → Author’s note: I don’t know what happened! I planned to write like 5K words to get back into writing and then boom 40K+ 😆I don’t really know how I feel about this story, but I wanted to post it because I finished something 🎉If it’s shit, I’m really sorry. Also, I just couldn’t decide which hair color to give Jimin, because I love all colors on him, so I settled with black 😊 → Read on AO3? [link]

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Rain pelts down relentlessly, each drop a sharp reminder of the danger chasing you. 

The downpour blurs the line between raindrops and tears as they cascade down your face. 

Clothes cling to your skin, suffocating, strangling. 

Keep moving, keep running, the mantra plays on a loop in your mind. 

With each pounding heartbeat, the echo of footsteps grows louder. The adrenaline coursing through your veins drowns out the sound of the rain, but the fear in your heart is deafening. 

Each breath is a desperate gasp, the air heavy with the scent of damp earth and the promise of danger lurking in the shadows. 

Every second counts, and the darkness seems to conspire against your escape, threatening to swallow you whole. Amidst the chaos, doubt gnaws at your resolve. 

Why did things have to turn out this way? 

Could you have done something differently?

But you push those thoughts away; now is not the time for self-doubt. 

The world around you blurs, but your heart beats like a war drum, urging you to escape the nightmare chasing your every step. Clenching your fits, you find a sliver of strength and determination within yourself, vowing to fight until the very end. 

Your tears mix with the rain, blurring your vision again, but you can’t afford to stop. The pain in your chest isn’t just from exhaustion; it’s the weight of a thousand regrets and shattered dreams. 

Memories flash before your eyes like lightning strikes, and you wonder if you’ll ever get a normal life again. But amidst the turmoil, one thought anchors you: survival.

The empty streets seem to stretch endlessly, dim streetlights casting flickering shadows that dance around you. An eerie feeling tightens in your chest - what if he had followed you? 

Exhaustion gnaws at your limbs as you continue to run, legs turning to jelly beneath you. In the distance, a familiar fence and yard comes into view, you feel a twinge of hope surrounding your heart. 

You quicken your pace, stumbling forward, almost there. 

The front door is within reach, and relief wash over you. 

You slam your body against the door, desperate for refuge. Pain sears through your shoulder, but you hardly notice. 

Knocking feverishly, you hope someone, anyone, will answer in this dark hour. But the silence that follows only heightens the fear bubbling within you. 

The wind whispers, carrying with it haunting whispers that seem to echo your own terror.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

His eyes snap open, frustration already creeping into his mind. What in the world is going on outside this time? 

Those blasted drunk teenagers just never seem to learn, do they? Groaning, he begrudgingly leaves the comfort of his bed, fatigue tugging at every step he takes down the hall to the front door. 

Should he open it and scold them? 

Or maybe he should just yell from inside? 

“Go home and sleep it off!” he yells, clenching his jaw with irritation. 

Just as he turns to retreat to his bed, the knocking grows louder and more insistent. He can’t ignore it any longer, and what’s worse, he hears someone crying amidst the chaos. Mortified by the possibility that someone might be hurt, he gives in and opens the door. 

What greets him, he had not expected at all.

You. 

As the door swings open, your heart leaps with relief, and tears of joy blur your vision. 

There he is, Jimin, your best friend of countless years, his dark brown eyes locking into yours. 

Without a second thought, you rush inside, seeking refuge in the familiar space of his home. 

Your back collides with the nearest wall, and you bury your face in your hands, overcome with emotions you’ve been holding back for too long. Jimin is taken aback by your sudden appearance, his mind racing to process what just happened, as he runs a hand through his dark locks. 

It takes a moment for him to register that it’s in fact you, his dearest friend, standing before him after a long period of time. He can’t help but look you up and down, trying to find words that seem to escape him in this moment of surprise and bewilderment.

His eyes widen, mouth agape, as he struggles to comprehend the sight before him. 

“Close and lock the door, dammit!” your voice trembles, the fear palpable in every syllable. Shivering uncontrollably, you stand on the threshold of his home, vulnerable and on edge. 

Jimin snaps out of his stupor and hurriedly complies, shutting the door in a swift motion. He watches you, torn between terror and warmth reflected in his eyes. Seeing you in such distress, his heart aches, but he knows not how to ease your pain. 

You stand here, trembling and panting, a state he’s never witnessed before. Without hesitation, he pulls you into a comforting embrace, but your body remains unresponsive, numb to the touch.

“What in the world happened to you?!” Jimin’s eyes widen in shock as he tightly grips your arms, searching for answers in your tear-filled eyes. You can’t meet his gaze and instead fidget with your fingers, the burden of your secret weighing heavy on your heart. 

With a sudden realization, Jimin’s eyes dart downward, and he gasps as he sees your bare and bloodied feet.

“OMG! You are bleeding! Did you run here barefoot? What happened?” he urgently asks, his mind racing with concern. 

He rushes into the kitchen, his voice a mix of worry and instructions to stay put. You can’t find the words to explain, so you merely nod as he returns with bandages and a glass of water.

The sound of your sobbing fills the room as Jimin carefully tends to your injured feet, his hands gentle and comforting. He’s always been there for you, a pillar of support, and in this moment, you’re reminded of why he’s your best friend. 

The glass of water he hands you feels like salvation, a small act of kindness that speaks volumes about the bond you share.

As the silence envelopes the room, you take a deep breath, unsure of how to articulate the series of events that led you here. 

Jimin sits besides you, his presence a source of solace, and you feel a flicker of courage to share your pain. You know that you can trust him, that he’ll listen without judgment, and that thought alone is enough to make you feel a little less alone.

“We need to get you to a doctor,” Jimin begins to say, but you immediately shake your head, chanting ‘no’ repeatedly, your heart pounding in your chest. An uneasiness settles in Jimin’s expression, his concern growing with every passing second.

“You have been missing for five fucking years!” Jimin’s voice raises, a mix of frustration and desperation evident in his tone. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and implores you to slow down and relax. 

The gravity of his words sinks in, and your whole world comes to a halt. 

Five years? It couldn’t have been more than a few months, you think in disbelief. 

You lock eyes with him, and the floodgates of your emotions burst open. What started as sobs turns into pained screams and gut-wrenching cries. Your whole body vibrates with anguish, and in that moment, you find comfort in Jimin’s embrace. 

Being in his arms feels like coming home, and you instantly feel safe, your body beginning to relax under his touch.

“I have to call the police, Y/N, and you know that,” Jimin says with a heavy heart. Deep down, you know he’s right, but the thought of facing what happened to you is terrifying. 

You nod, trying to hold back the tears that fall from your red, swollen eyes, the realization of your missing years cruising you from all sides.

Jimin leads you into the kitchen, gesturing for you to take a seat on a worn stool beside the counter. 

As you sit down, your eyes wander around the room, landing on familiar photos adorning the walls. Some feature Jimin, his family, and others of you both together, capturing moments of laughter and joy. A bittersweet smile tugs at your lips as you remember the warmth of those times. 

Jimin’s presence beside you is both comforting and heartbreaking. The burden of the past five years hangs heavily in the air, unspoken but palpable. 

Despite the reunion, a sense of distance lingers between you, as if the chasm of time has carved an unbridgeable gap.

“Y/N, I have to make the call now,” he says softly, his voice laced with concern. 

“I promise I’ll find you some new clothes and finish taking care of your feet afterward” his words are reassuring, but you can’t help the unease gnawing at your heart. 

The prospect of facing the consequences of your disappearance looms before you, and you can’t help but wonder how much has changed in your absence. You glance at the photos once more, your smile now tinged with melancholy. The memories they hold are precious, reminders of the bond you share with Jimin, but they also serve as a reminder of the time you can never get back. 

As Jimin steps away to make the call, you find solace in the familiarity of the kitchen, a place that once felt like a second home. The creaking of the floorboards and the faint scent of a home cooked meal bring a sense of nostalgia, but the gravity of the present is too heavy to ignore. 

Uncertainty lingers like a shadow, and you wonder how your life will unfold from this point on.

Still sobbing, you watch as Jimin rushes around the house, his voice firm and commanding as he makes the urgent phone call. 

“It’s Y/N! You have to come now. Yes! Y/N! Get your asses down here. Get all of them!” 

The gravity of the situation settles heavily in the room, leaving you both anxious. Jimin returns with a first aid kit, his eyebrows furrowed with concern. He kneels before you, gently inspecting your injured feet again. The pain is excruciating, and you instinctively pull away, hissing at the contact. 

“It hurts” you cry out, tears streaming down your cheeks.

His worried gaze meets yours, his heart breaking at the sight of your pain. 

“I bet it does… Where have you been?… I have so many questions,” he says, gesturing with his hands. As you place your feet back in his hands, he notices the depth of the cuts, and his concern deepens. 

He realizes that you must have endured a long and harrowing journey to get such severe injuries. You find it hard to answer his questions; there’s so much to say, yet the words fail to form, you feel a mix of guilt, fear, and relief at being found, but the overwhelming weight of the past five years makes it difficult to find the right words. 

So you remain silent, unable to provide the answers he seeks. Jimin accepts your silence for now, recognizing that the wounds go far beyond the physical cuts.

He gently tends to your injuries with gauze and the bandages from earlier, his touch a mixture of tenderness and sorrow. 

The unspoken questions hang in the air, leaving both of you grappling with the uncertainty of the future. You both forget the prospect of a new change of the clothes he promised as time tickles by.

About ten minutes later, a sharp knocking at the door sends a shiver down your spine, and you freeze in place. Jimin offers reassurance, but the anxiety hangs heavy in the air as he walks to open the door.

In come a group of uniformed police officers, and trailing behind them, you spot medics from the ambulance. 

The realization that your disappearance is something serious only adds to the anxiety gnawing at your heart. 

One of the officers stands out from the rest, with mint hair that catches your attention. He exchanges greetings with Jimin, referring to him as ‘Detective Park’, and you deduce that they must work together. 

It dawns on you that Jimin has achieved his childhood dream of becoming a detective. It pulls at your heart strings, proudness filling your heart.

The man with mint hair approaches you, introducing himself as Detective Min Yoongi. His calm and composed demeanor sets you at ease momentarily. “Hey Y/N, is it alright if I ask you some questions?” he says, his voice smooth and unwavering. 

As the atmosphere fills with tension and unspoken questions, you brace yourself for what lies ahead. 

The presence of the police and the sudden arrival of the whole police squad hint at the gravity of the situation, leaving everybody in the room on edge. 

The minutes tick by, and the gravity of your disappearance and the uncertainty of the future loom large.

“Dammit Min! Let us take care of her first before you make her re-play what happened to her!” An unfamiliar voice shouts, the paramedic’s frustration evident in the sharp tone. 

You glance over and see a tall man with broad shoulders approaching, carrying a bag of medical supplies. Behind him, a younger guy with a smile as bright as the sun follows closely. 

The tension in the room heightens as Detective Yoongi steps aside to let the two medics pass. 

The tall man’s protective stance and the younger guy’s warm demeanor catch your attention. Their presence offers a glimmer of relief amidst the uncertainty that surrounds you. 

The paramedic’s concern is palpable, and you feel a wave of gratitude for someone looking out for you in this disorienting moment. 

Detective Yoongi, on the other hand, seems resolute in his approach, keen on getting to the bottom of what happened. 

The conflict between his determination and the medics’ insistence on prioritizing your well-being leaves you torn and uncertain of what to expect next. 

As the medics attend to you, their professionalism and care give you a sense of security. The man with the broad shoulders, voice’s boldness in defending you feels like a comforting aid, assuring you that you’re not alone in facing whatever ordeal lies ahead. 

With a mix of emotions swirling inside you, the room becomes a whirlwind of activity.

“Hi. I’m Seokjin, and this is my buddy, Hoseok. We’re going to take a look at your cuts on your feet and determine if you have to ride with us to the hospital, okay?” 

Seokjin’s voice is gentle and comforting as he introduces himself and Hoseok. They both exchange a side-eye with detective Min, unimpressed by his approach. 

You feel a glimmer of relief at the soothing tone of the medics, finding comfort in their presence. You allow the paramedics to tend to your feet, the pain and discomfort still fresh from your barefoot run. Hoseok unwraps the bandages Jimin had put on you, inspects your feet and notices the bruises. Instantly, you withdraw your legs, hiding them under your gown, as if trying to shield yourself from further scrutiny. 

The sudden attention draws everyone’s gaze, making you feel exposed and vulnerable.

“I, I…” you stammer, looking down, afraid to share the source of your bruises. 

Your voice trails off, and fear grips your heart. However, the medics’ caring demeanor slowly breaks through your defenses, reminding you that they are here to help, not harm. 

“You don’t have to be afraid anymore,” Seokjin says, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on your shoulder. 

You flinch, instinctively trying to pull away from the touch, unable to fully accept comfort in this moment. 

Hoseok and Seokjin exchange a knowing glance, understanding the depth of your unease. 

Instead of pushing further, they give you space and time to process. Their empathy creates a safe space, allowing you to slowly open up and trust in their care. 

With their gentle presence and understanding, you start to feel a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, you can get through this.

As the paramedics continue to tend to your injuries, you notice that all the police officers have circled around Jimin, engaging in small talk. 

The room feels charged with tension, and you can tell that Jimin is both grateful for their support and eager to ensure that you receive the care you need. Jimin’s gaze shifts back to you, concern evident in his eyes as he observes the way you deflect any attempts at physical touch. 

His mind races, trying to understand the reasons behind your reaction. He’s torn between joining the police officers and focusing on your well-being. Hoseok’s interruption brings him back to the present. 

“We should take her to the hospital to get checked,” he suggests, pulling Jimin’s attention away from the crowd. “It’s hard to determine the extent of her injuries here.” 

Jimin’s heart sinks at the realization that your injuries might be more severe than he initially thought. He feels a sense of urgency to ensure that you receive proper medical attention, yet he knows that he can’t push you to do something you’re not comfortable with. 

“I’ll go with her,” Jimin says, the determination in his voice clear. 

He glances back at the police officers, who nod in understanding. They trust his judgment and know that your well-being is his top priority. 

As Hoseok and Seokjin prepare to take you to the hospital, Jimin steps beside you, offering a gentle smile. 

“You don’t have to worry. We’ll all take care of you” he reassures, his voice soft and comforting. He understands that you may be hesitant, but he’s determined to support you every step of the way. 

With Jimin’s unwavering support, you find a flicker of reassurance amidst the uncertainty. 

“Jin is just going to get the stretcher from the ambulance, and then we can go to the hospital,” Hoseok says reassuringly. You nod, the load of exhaustion settling heavily on your shoulders. 

Your body feels like it weighs a ton, and even the simplest tasks seem daunting. Seokjin arrives with the stretcher, and you manage to sit down with the help of Hoseok. 

“Please lie down, and we will secure you.” he says with an encouraging smile. The softness of his voice offers a glimmer of comfort amidst the chaos. 

At your side, Detective Min Yoongi appears, determined to take your statement. 

The idea of reliving the events feels overwhelming, and you shake your head, too tired to delve into the details.

“I think it will be alright for her to get checked out at the hospital first, no?” Seokjin suggests, his voice firm yet understanding. 

The conflict between the detective and the paramedics become apparent, each prioritizing their own objectives. Detective Yoongi grumbles his acceptance, a begrudging nod signaling his reluctant agreement. 

As the paramedics wheel you out of Jimin’s house and towards the waiting ambulance, you feel a mix of emotions - exhaustion, uncertainty, and relief. 

The events of the night have taken a toll, and the path ahead remains uncertain. But for now, you take solace in the reassurance of the paramedics and the support of Jimin and his colleagues.

On the way out, Jimin informs you that he’ll follow in his car since he couldn’t be with you in the ambulance. 

You’re secretly relieved that the paramedics insisted on you riding alone. 

In the ambulance, Hoseok gently tends to your feet again, his touch soft and comforting as he removes the gauze. You wince as he cleans the wounds properly, the pain a sharp reminder of the night’s events. 

“How come you have all these cuts on your feet?” Hoseok’s voice carries a mix of curiosity and concern, and you can sense his genuine desire to understand and help. He wraps your feet in fresh bandages, his soothing gaze never leaving you.

“I ran barefoot,” you offer a simple answer, not yet ready to delve into the details.

“But why were you not wearing any shoes?” Hoseok persists, his gentle tone an attempt to coax the truth from you. 

“I didn’t have time to grab them” you reply, turning your head away, already weary of the questions.

Hoseok’s caring eyes sweep over you, and he notices the black and yellow discolorations on your legs and arms. His concern deepens as he observes the evidence of further injuries. 

“I know you’re tired and don’t like me asking questions, but I need to ask some to help you, you know?” he explains, trying to establish a connection with you.

You flinch when he places his hand on your skin, feeling exposed and vulnerable. 

Memories of the past five years flood your mind, and you can’t help but pull away, mortified by the unwanted touch. The burden of your experiences is heavy, and sharing them feels like an insurmountable task. 

Yet, amidst your discomfort, you find a glimmer of hope in Hoseok’s genuine concern, knowing that he may be the one to help you find the strength to voice the events.

You take a deep breath, feeling your heart pounding in your chest. You know you must tell Hoseok, and later, Detective Yoongi too. Gathering all your courage and mental strength, you feel your body tense as you prepare to share the painful truth.

“I was abducted and abused,” you say in a faint, low voice, your eyes darting away, unsure about the reaction you'll receive. 

The weight of the words hangs heavily in the air, and you feel Hoseok’s presence, supportive and patient, as you struggle to find the right words.

You take another breath, steadying yourself before continuing, “And sexually assaulted” you whisper, almost as if speaking any louder would cause the memories to become too overpowering.

The silence that follows feels suffocating, but you know you can’t take back what you’ve shared. 

Your vulnerability lies bare before Hoseok, and you wonder how he’ll respond. In this moment of revelation, you realize that speaking about your past is just the beginning of a journey towards healing. 

You brace yourself for what comes next, hoping that the weight of your experiences will now be shared, lessening the burden you’ve carried for so long.

Hoseok looks at you, his eyes glistening with tears he’s trying to hold back, not wanting to cry in front of you. 

“Y/N, fuck, I’m so, so sorry that happened to you” he murmurs, his voice is filled with raw emotion. He attempts to give you a reassuring smile. But the pain in his eyes betrays the facade. 

The weight of your trauma hangs heavy in the air, making the atmosphere in the ambulance feel dense and suffocating. For the rest of the ride, Hoseok falls silent, the words caught in his throat. 

The ambulance finally stops, and the doors open, revealing the outside world again. 

As they wheel you out of the vehicle, Seokjin notices the tension between you and Hoseok. Concerned, he asks what happened, his gaze shifting between the two of you.

Hoseok hesitates, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. He’s torn between sharing the information with Jin and wanting to protect you from further pain. 

In the end, he decides to keep his head down, the weight of the unspoken words hanging in the air. Feeling drowsy, you manage to recount the horrifying events to Seokjin, who listens with sadness in his eyes. 

His reassurance that you’re safe now provides some comfort amidst the overwhelming emotions. “You should agree to get the sexual assault kit done. Maybe they can find the guy in the system, you never know.” he suggests, his concern evident in his voice.

As they wheel you inside the hospital, you find yourself surrounded by a team of doctors and nurses ready to help. Hoseok’s presence beside you provides a sense of security, and you notice how he smiles at a particular nurse with a boxy smile, displaying a reassuring camaraderie.

Suddenly, a thought crosses your mind “Jimin?” you ask, looking at Hoseok for reassurance.

“He will be right behind you in a moment. He’s probably parking his car” Hoseok assures you, waving as he and his partner step back outside.

As the nurses wheel you further into the hospital, you feel a mix of emotions - fear, exhaustion, and relief. 

The trauma you’ve experienced still weighs heavily on your mind, but the support and care from those around you offer a glimmer of hope. 

You take a deep breath, knowing that you’re in good hands, and that with the help of the hospital team, the police and your best friend, you’re one step closer to finding justice and healing.

Jimin keeps a short distance to the ambulance, his heart pounding in his chest as he refuses to lose track of it. 

With each passing second, the urgency in his movements grows. 

When the ambulance finally arrives at the hospital, he finds himself racing to find a parking space, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of you. 

The ambulance is fortunate to park in front of the emergency department doors, allowing medical personnel to respond swiftly. 

Jimin spots a free parking spot not too far away and practically dumps his car, almost forgetting to lock it in his haste. He dashes to the front doors, his feet carrying him as fast as they can.

As he approaches the emergency department, he spots the ambulance parked to the side, with Hoseok and Seokjin standing outside, restocking items. 

His heart sinks at the sight of the ambulance, knowing that you’re probably inside, dealing with the aftermath of what must be a traumatic event. 

Jimin’s emotions are a whirlwind - concern, worry, and determination. He knows he needs to be there for you, to offer support and comfort during this difficult time.

With a deep breath, he pushes forward, determined to be by your side. 

Jimin arrives, panting and out of breath, his heart pounding as he seeks answers. As he reunites with Hoseok and Seokjin, his gaze instinctively searches for you, hoping to see you safe and cared for. 

Your journey to healing has just begun, and Jimin is resolute in his commitment to stand by you every step of the way.

He greets Hoseok with a worried smile, but something is off. Hoseok’s smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes, a telltale sign that something serious has happened.

“What happened?” he asks, the concern evident in his voice, upset that something has clearly affected his dear friend.

“It’s better that Y/N tells you…” Hoseok replies, turning away from Jimin, reluctant to share the details.

Jimin isn’t satisfied with that response. 

Their years of friendship have given him the ability to sense when something is wrong with Hoseok. He reaches out, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder, silently urging him to open up. 

Seokjin intervenes, understanding the need to share the truth. He places his hands on the two friends, offering his support. With a sigh, he encourages Hoseok to speak.

“She was assaulted…” 

Hoseok finally reveals, his voice carrying the weight of your trauma. Jimin freezes, his heart sinking at the revelation. He struggles to process the information, grappling with a mix of shock, anger, and a fierce desire to protect you.

“How?” 

Jimin asks in a stern voice, determined to understand the details despite his internal turmoil. He knows he needs to be strong for you, but the truth is overwhelming. He braces himself for the answers, ready to face whatever comes next.

“... Sexually” 

Hoseok’s usual sunshine and brightness vanished, leaving the outdoors heavy with the weight of the revelation. Jimin felt the anger take root in his body, making his blood boil. He was furious that such a thing could happen to you, and he regretted not being there to prevent it. 

The surge of emotions overwhelmed him; he couldn’t bear the thought of you going through such pain.

“Thanks” he muttered, his voice tinged with urgency, and turned towards the doors in a hurry. He had to see you, make sure you were alright given the circumstances, and let you know he would be there for you no matter what.

But before he could leave, Hoseok’s voice stopped him in his tracks. 

Turning back, he faced his friend, his heart pounding in his chest. 

“There’s one more thing you should know…” Hoseok began, his expression filled with genuine sadness. Jimin braced himself for more devastating details, but nothing could have prepared him for what came next.

“She was also abused. Liked multiple times… probably over a long period of time.” Hoseok said with a frown, the burden of the truth evident in his words.

“What!?” 

Jimin almost shouted, his emotions spiraling out of control. The reality of what you endured felt too much to bear. He needed to see you, to hold you close and reassure you that you were safe now. 

Determination and love swelled within him, driving him forward. He had to be there for you, to let you know that he loved you and that he would protect you with everything he had.

As you settle into your hospital room, you feel grateful for the solitude, thankful to be the only patient in it at the moment. 

The nurse with the boxy smile, Taehyung, you learned, tends to you with professionalism and attentiveness, his reassuring smiles putting you at ease. His presence feels like a calming force amidst the turmoil of recent events.

 As he ensures your comfort, he gently inquires about what happened to you, just like the paramedics did earlier. Taking a deep breath, you recount the harrowing experience, trusting Taehyung to listen without judgment. His genuine concern is evident as he nods in understanding, offering you unwavering support. 

Remembering Seokjin’s suggestion about the assault kit, you express your willingness to go through with it. Taehyung agrees that it’s a good idea and asks if you’d feel more comfortable with a female coworker conducting the examination. 

You contemplate the option for a moment, acknowledging your vulnerability in this situation. Finally, you decide to have a female nurse perform the exam but request Taehyung to be present by your side for comfort.

“I’d appreciate having you there,” you say, appreciating the calm and caring energy he exudes. Taehyung nods warmly, assuring you that he’ll be right there to support you through the process.

The hospital room takes on a sense of tranquility as you put your trust in Taehyung, knowing that you’re in capable hands.

As Taehyung explains the process of the examination, you feel anxiety wash over you. The police involvement is a daunting prospect, but you're grateful that Jimin is part of it. 

When the door opens, and Jimin steps in, a sense of comfort washes over you, his familiar presence easing your tension.

“—You Taehyung?” Jimin asks, panting, concern evident in his expression as he approaches your bed. Taehyung stands in front of Jimin, almost like a shield, protective of you.

“Yes” Taehyung responds firmly. 

“Who are you?” he asks, sizing Jimin up with a discerning look.

“I’m a friend of Y/N. Detective Park Jimin” he replies, his eyes searching your face and body for any signs of discomfort.

“Oh.” Taehyung mutters, stepping aise to give Jimin space by your side. You try to sound tough, assuring Jimin that you’re fine, but he sees through the facade.

“You’re in no shape or form fine, and it’s okay to acknowledge that,” Jimin says, grabbing a chair and sitting down beside you, his supporting gesture speaking volumes.

When you ask if Jimin can be present during the examination, Taehyung hesitates for a moment before agreeing, on the condition that he sees Jimin’s identification. You feel relieved when Jimin shows his badge, securing his place by your side.

“I don’t have to be here if you’re uncomfortable with it, Y/N” Jimin says gently, squeezing your hand reassuringly and you feel your cheeks blush.

“I would prefer you. I don’t want somebody from the police that I don’t know” you reply, squeezing his hand back, the trust and affection between you two evident.

“Okay then. I’ll just get a female nurse to come and do the vaginal exam now” Taehyung says, leaving the room with a mix of sadness and determination in his eyes.

The weight of the situation settles in, but with Jimin by your side, you feel stronger and more ready to face what comes next.

The vaginal examination has been anything but pleasant, but you’re grateful that Jimin stayed by your side the whole time, providing a sense of security amidst the discomfort. 

After the female nurse and Taehyung leave the room, you find yourself alone with Jimin again. 

His presence is both comforting and unsettling, and you can sense the burden of unspoken questions between you. Jimin’s eyebrows keep furrowing as he paces the room, a clear sign of the many inquiries swirling in his mind. 

You can tell he wants to ask you so many things, but he’s also aware of the sensitivity of the situation. 

He starts to speak a few times but falls silent just as quickly, understanding that this may not be the right moment. Time seems to stretch on, with each passing moment carrying the weight of unspoken words. 

The room is filled with an atmosphere of both comfort and tension, the air charged with emotions that neither of you knows quite how to express.

You feel the urge to break the silence, to tell Jimin everything that has happened, but the words catch in your throat. 

It’s hard to put into words the trauma you’ve experienced, the pain you’ve endured. It was easier to tell the paramedics and Taehyung, because they aren’t as close to you. 

There’s a fear that sharing the details might make it all too real, and might make Jimin think less of you. 

Yet, in the midst of the silence, you find a sense of solace in Jimin’s presence. There’s an unspoken understanding between you, a deep connection that doesn’t require words. You know he’s there for you, ready to listen and support you whenever you’re ready to share.

As Jimin continues to pace, you catch his eye and manage a small, appreciative smile. It’s a signal that you’re not quite ready to talk yet, but you’re thankful for his presence. The gesture seems to ease some of the tension in the room, and Jimin’s features soften.

For now, you both find comfort in the silence, knowing that when the time is right, you’ll have each other to lean on. In this moment of vulnerability and uncertainty, the unspoken words between you carry more weight than any spoken ones ever could.

The silence in the room is broken by the entrance of Taehyung, a warm smile on his face. Despite the gentle expression the news he brings sends a shiver down your spine. 

“Hey Y/N,” he begins, “I just wanted to let you know that we have called your parents, and they are on their way”.

You freeze at the mention of your parents.

Jimin looks at you, sensing your sudden unease. 

Taehyung, on the other hand, seems momentarily puzzled by the tension in the room before it dawns on him. 

“Shit. You didn't want them to know…” he trails off, his eyes dropping to the floor with a sense of defeat.

In a small and timid voice, you ask, “What did you tell them?”.

Taehyungs’s reply is gentle but regretful, “Only that you are in the hospital, nothing else”. He offers an apology, acknowledging that calling the emergency contact is standard procedure. You can see the sincerity in his eyes as he feels remorse for causing you further distress.

The conflicting emotions inside you are overwhelming. 

Part of you wants your parents’ support and comfort during this difficult time, but another part dreads their reaction, fearing their judgment and disappointment. 

You glance at Jimin, hoping to find relief in his presence. Jimin, sensing your distress, reaches out to hold your hand, offering silent support. Taehyung seems to understand the complexity of the situation and takes a step back, giving you both some space.

“Thank you, Taehyung,” you finally manage to say, appreciating his concern and understanding, “I just… I’m not sure how they will react.” 

Taehyung nods, his expression sympathetic, “I understand. I’m sorry for any added stress this may have caused you. If you want, I can talk to them on your behalf, explain the situation.” 

You consider his offer, grateful for his willingness to help. “Let me think about it” you reply, feeling torn but also relieved that Taehyung is willing to be a buffer between you and your parents.

As Taehyung leaves the room, you turn to Jimin, squeezing his hand tightly.

“I’m scared, Jimin. I don’t know how they’ll react, and I don’t want to burden them with all of this.” 

Jimin’s eyes soften with understanding. 

“We’ll face it together, Y/N,” he assures you. 

“Whatever happens, I’m here for you, and we’ll navigate through this together”. In that moment, you realize the true depth of Jimin’s care and support.

The room falls into silence, and you find solace under the duvet, hiding your body away from the world. Jimin takes a seat beside your bed, the concern evident in his eyes.

“I know you don’t want to tell your parents everything that happened,” he begins gently, searching for a way to support you without pushing too much. 

“But maybe you could just… not tell them all of it” he offers, his voice soft with compassion. 

You’re taken aback by his suggestion. 

How could he know what you’re going through? 

You hadn’t even had the guts to confide in him yet. “Did the paramedics tell you what happened to me?” you ask timidly, avoiding his gaze as you fidget with the duvet and your fingers.

Jimin’s heart breaks at the vulnerability in your voice. 

He nods, his eyes filled with sorrow. 

“I’ve been friends with Hoseok for some time, so I asked him to tell me,” he admits, squeezing your hand gently. 

“He didn’t want to. I’m sorry, I know I should have asked you instead.” 

You finally meet his gaze, seeing the pain and empathy in his eyes. 

“It’s okay,” you reply softly. “I understand why you wanted to know, and I appreciate your concern.” 

Talking about what happened is difficult for you, and you appreciate Jimin’s effort to understand without pushing you to share more than you’re comfortable with for now. 

“I don’t know if I can tell my parents everything,” you admit, the burden of the trauma pressing down on your shoulders. Jimin doesn’t push; he simply listens and holds your hand, a silent source of comfort. 

“You don’t have to decide right now,” he assures you. 

“Take your time. Whatever you choose to share, I’ll support you, and so will your parents” you nod, feeling a sense of relief wash over you knowing that Jimin will be there for you, no matter what. 

“Thank you” you whisper, feeling grateful for his unwavering support and understanding.

The room fills with a quiet understanding, the unspoken bond between you and Jimin providing comfort and reassurance. As you face the difficult road ahead, you find strength in knowing you’re not alone, and that you have someone who cares deeply for you by your side.

“So you’re suggesting that I only tell them that I was abducted and nothing more?” you ponder out loud, turning to Jimin for guidance. 

He nods his head in understanding, his expression gentle and reassuring. The burden of the decision feels heavy on your shoulders, torn between protecting your parents and seeking solace in their support.

A sudden knock at the door statles you, causing your head to whip around in panic. 

The dreadful feeling in your body intensities, fearing that it might be your parents. Thankfully, it's Detective Yoongi who enters, peeking his head in. You remember him from earlier, and his presence makes your heart race.

“Hello, Y/N, how are you doing?” he greets you, a mix of professionalism and concern in his voice. Jimin acknowledges him with a nod as the detective approaches the other side of your bed.

“Ehm, okay, all things considered, I think” you reply, trying to steady your breath because you know exactly why he is here and where this conversation is heading.

Detective Yoongi’s gaze softens, and you can sense his desire to help and understand.

“I’ve spoken with Hoseok, and I know it’s been a difficult time for you. We’re here to support you, Y/N. Can you tell us anything about the person who abducted you? Any details you remember?”

Yoongi looks at you and then glances at Jimin, seeking his approval. Jimin meets your eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort, when finding none, he nods and gives your hand a soft squeeze, providing reassurance.

Jimin’s grip on your hand tightens, his protective instincts kicking in. 

“She’s been through a lot, Hyung.” 

Detective Yoongi nods in understanding, recognizing the delicate situation. “Of course. Take all the time you need, Y/N” he says, conveying his support and patience.

You take a deep breath and begin recounting the night five years ago, the events that led to your abduction, and the aftermath. 

As you mention Jimin’s presence there that night, you see his reaction, the anguish and pain etched across his face. You feel a pang of sadness witnessing his emotional turmoil in response to your words. 

The Detective listens attentively, his professional demeanor mixed with compassion, creating a safe space for you to share your story. 

With every word you speak, the burden of the past bears down on you, and the memories threaten to consume you. Jimin’s unwavering presence beside you offers some comfort, a salvation in the storm of emotions.

It had gone late, and everybody was going home, some of your friends talked about taking a taxi, but you had declined, saying it was only a short walk home for you. 

The streets were eerily quiet, lit only by the dim glow of streetlights. The chilling wind sent shivers down your spine, and a sense of unease settled in the pit of your stomach as you walked down the familiar path to the forest. 

If only you had chosen to take the taxi, like Jimin had suggested, none of this would have happened, you think now, replaying the nightmarish events in your mind. 

As you walked home, you heard the unmistakable sound of a car approaching from the side. At first, you brushed it off, but then a window rolled down, and a man’s voice called out to you, offering a ride. 

You declined, trying to keep calm. 

But he persisted, his words becoming more sinister with each attempt to lure you in. 

Your heart pounded in your chest as the car suddenly accelerated, blocking your path. 

Panic surged through your veins, and you froze in your tracks, fear paralyzing your body. 

Before you could react the driver lunged at you, grabbing you from behind. 

You fought with every ounce of strength, but his grip was unyielding. Your desperate attempts to break free only fueled his aggression. A harsh chemical smell filled your nostrils as he forced a cloth over your mouth. 

The world around you blurred, and darkness enveloped your senses. Your mind became hazy, and you lost track of time, lost track of yourself. 

As you recount the horrifying memory, tears stream down your cheeks like a heavy downpour, mingling with the raw emotions that have been suppressed for so long. 

The weight of the experience bears down on you, and you can’t help but feel the burden of self-blame for not making a different choice that night.

“It’s okay, Y/N,” Jimin’s voice breaks the suffocating silence, his touch a comforting anchor. 

“You are safe now. I’m here, and I won’t let anyone hurt you again” he intertwined his fingers with one of your hands, as he hugged you tightly with the other. 

The action sends a weird tingle down your spine.

The memories are a torment, and you struggle to find the words as you recount the horrors you endured. Your voice quivers, and you take a shaky breath, trying to compose yourself. It feels like the past is clawing its way back into your present, engulfing you in darkness.

“I woke up in this unfamiliar room,” you begin, your body trembling with the weight of the memories. “There was a bed and a change of clothes, but nothing felt right. I knew something was terribly wrong” your eyes meet Jimin’s, seeking solace and strength.

As you continue, your voice becomes softer, as if you’re afraid to give voice to the nightmares that haunt you. 

“He forced himself on me, even as I screamed, cried, and begged him to stop. ‘No’ meant nothing to him” you utter, the pain evident in your voice. 

Tears glisten in Jimin’s eyes as he sobs softly, his heart aching for the pain you endured. 

He feels terrible and the only way he knows how to alleviate some of the pain, is to hug you tightly. 

“I’m so sorry” he whispers, his voice breaking with emotion, “I wish I could have done more, found you sooner.” 

“You did your best, Jimin,” you assure him, leaning against his shoulder. “You were the light in that darkness, the reason I held on. It’s not your fault” you stroke his back gently.

“Did you ever try to escape?” Yoongi’s question hangs heavy in the air, and you feel your heart tighten with dread. Memories of the countless attempts to break free flood your mind, each ending in devastating consequences.

“Yes,” you reply, the weight of your past pushing you closer to breaking point. “But every attempt only led to more pain. He beat me until I couldn’t move, leaving me bruised and broken.”

You take comfort in Jimin’s embrace, seeking support as you bare your soul, “I thought I could escape, find a way out of that nightmare. But hope faded, and I felt trapped. There was no way out.”

The ever calm Detective leaned forward, his eyes focused intently on you, “Tell me everything you can remember about the surroundings. Even the tiniest details could be crucial in finding this man” he implored, trying to elicit any information that might lead them to the perpetrator.

You close your eyes, trying to recall the blurred images from your escape. 

“I remember it was a rundown neighborhood. Lots of abandoned buildings, overgrown with weeds,” you begin, your voice wavering as the memories resurface. 

“The streets were dimly lit, and there was this eerie silence that made me feel terrified.” 

Jimin’s hand tightens around your arm, offering silent support as you continue. “I ran through narrow alleyways, twisting and turning, trying to put as much distance between me and that place. But everything felt the same, like a never-ending maze.” You sigh deeply, frustration lacing your features.

The Detective’s brows furrow with concern as he takes notes, piecing together the fragmented information. “Did you notice any landmarks or signs?” he asks, hoping for a breakthrough.

You shake your head, feeling helpless and frustrated with your inability to provide more details. “I… I don’t know,” you stammer, your voice laced with disappointment. 

“I was so focused on escaping, I didn’t really pay attention to anything else” you pout defeatedly.

Yoongi’s expression softens, understanding the immense trauma you endured. 

“It’s okay,” he reassures gently. 

“You did what you had to do to survive. We’ll do everything in our power to find this man and bring him to justice” he states assuredly with conviction.

You appreciate his comforting words, but the fear lingers in the back of your mind. 

What if they can’t find him? What if he comes after you again?

Jimin interjects, his voice firm with determination, “We won’t rest until we catch him, Y/N. You’re safe now, and we’ll make sure it stays that way.”

Yoongi nods, sharing the same determination. “We’ll keep investigating and following every lead,” he says, his gaze unwavering.

“Have you ever seen his face?” as the Detective inquires further, memories flood back, and you nod slowly, acknowledging that you had seen his face. 

The room grows tense as both detectives exchange meaningful glances, sensing the gravity of the situation.

“Would you be able to describe him to a sketch artist?” Yoongi asks, his voice steady but his eyes filled with concern.

You take a deep breath, mustering the courage to relive those horrifying moments. 

“I can try,” you reply, feeling the weight of the task ahead. 

Despite the fear that grips you, you know that providing any information could be crucial to catching the man who tormented you. Detective Yoongi then asks about the perpetrator’s name, and you recount how he demanded to be called ‘Hyun’. 

The room falls silent for a moment, filled with a heavy tension as you recall the haunting memories.

Exhaustion settles in, and you yearn for a moment of respite to process the traumatic events you’ve just relieved. 

However, your desire for peace is interrupted when there’s a knock at the door. As it slowly opens, your parents enter the room, their faces a mix of worry and relief.

Tears well up in your eyes as you see your parents, and you reach for them, seeking comfort in their embrace. 

You feel a mixture of emotions; relief to see their familiar faces, but also anxiety about possibly explaining what had happened. As your parents approach you, their eyes filled with love and concern, your heart swells with mixed emotions. 

It has been so long since you last saw them, and their presence brings comfort and a sense of home. However, the burden of the truth you carry prevents you from fully embracing their warmth. 

You don’t want to burden them with the horrific details of your ordeal, afraid that it will shatter their perception of you.

Your parents greet Jimin with warmth and confusion directed towards the other man in the room. Detective Yoongi introduces himself and explains that he’s here to help with the investigation. 

“He’s the detective in charge of my abduction case,” you explain, watching their expression shift from curiosity to shock and then concern. 

They eye him cautiously at first, but the firm handshake seems to ease their worries a bit. Jimin stands up, feeling a pang of guilt for not being able to protect you, even though he knows it was not his fault. 

Your parents look at Jimin, grateful for his presence. Jimin gestures for your dad to take the chair, and your heart swells with gratitude for your best friend’s support. With a soft smile, your father sits down beside you, and you appreciate the familiar comfort of his presence. 

Jimin steps back, giving you and your parents some space, but you can see the concern still etched on his face.

Detective Yoongi, now realizing the delicate dynamics, reassures your parents that they are doing everything they can to find the perpetrator and bring him to justice. He explains that your statement is crucial in the investigation and that they’ll do their best to support you throughout the process. He hums in approval and leaves the room.

Amidst the lingering tension, your parents turn their focus back to you, showering you with affection and love. They express how much they have missed you and how glad they are to have you back home. 

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” your father asks, his voice filled with love and worry. You nod, attempting to mask the pain and trauma that still lingers within you. 

You don’t want them to see the broken parts of you, fearing it will break their hearts too. Tears well up in your eyes as you feel the weight of their love, and you wish you could tell them everything, but you can’t bring yourself to share the horrors you’ve endured.

You squeeze their hands gently, offering a grateful smile.

 “I missed you both so much too” you say, your voice quivering with emotions.

As your parents speak, telling you that you can have your old room back at home, a mix of emotions floor your heart. Relief, fear, and uncertainty clash within you. 

You had imagined returning to your apartment, your sanctuary, after being rescued, but reality dawns on you like a heavy cloud. Your apartment is gone, leased to someone else while you were missing, and the truth hits you hard.

Your wide eyes betray your uneasiness, and your mother picks up on it immediately. 

Her comforting presence beside you offers a glimmer of reassurance, but your mind is still racing. She begins to explain the situation, how your absence resulted in losing the apartment. 

You can’t help but feel a pang of sadness and nostalgia for the place you once called home.

“I understand, mom” you say, trying to put on a brave face, but the disappointment lingers. Deep down, you had hoped to return to your apartment, to reclaim a piece of your past. Yet, it seems that life has moved on without you, and the reality of it stings.

Your dad’s explanation about them not paying the rent during your absence makes logical sense, but it adds to the weight on your shoulders. You don’t want to burden them further, and you know they have their own lives and financial responsibilities to take care of.

The conflicting emotions within you intensity. On one hand, you appreciate your parents’ offer and their unconditional love, but on the other, you crave a sense of comfort, independence and the familiarity of your own space. 

You long to heal and rebuild your life on your terms, without feeling smothered.

Taking a deep breath, you gather the courage to express your feelings. 

“I appreciate it, mom, Dad. I really do,” you start, your voice wavering slightly. 

“But I think I need some time to find my own footing again. It’s not that I don’t want to be with you, but… I need some space to heal and find myself again”. 

Your parents exchange a glance, a mixture of understanding and concern evident in their eyes. They love you deeply, and they want what’s best for you. After a moment of silence, your mother speaks softly, “We understand, sweetheart. We’ll support whatever decision you make. Just know that we’re here for you, no matter what”.

Tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you feel the weight of their love and understanding. 

In that moment, you realize that while you may not have your old apartment, you have something more precious - a family that will stand by you through thick and thin.

As your parents express their concern and worry about your safety by staying by yourself, you try to reason with them, emphasizing your independence and adulthood, you’re almost twentynine years old! 

However, your mom’s heartfelt response tugs at your heartstrings, making you realize just how much they care about you. “I know you want me close and safe, and I appreciate that more than you can imagine,” you say, trying to convey your love and gratitude. 

“But I also need to find my own way and regain some semblance of normalcy.”

You explain as Jimin interjects, “She can stay at my place.” 

You whip your head to look at Jimin, feeling tears fill your eyes at his caring offer.

The tension in the room escalates as your parents ponder Jimin’s offer. They are cautious about trusting someone else with your safety, especially considering the circumstances of your disappearance. 

However, Jimin steps in, ready to prove his dedication and reliability.

“I understand your concerns, and I promise, I will do everything in my power to protect her,” Jimin says firmly, looking straight into your parents’ eyes. 

“I blame myself for what happened, for not making sure she got home safely that night, and I will not let it happen again. She will be safe with me” he assures them with a stern yet comforting look. 

His sincerity and determination leave a lasting impression on your parents. You can see their hesitancy gradually giving way to trust. Jimin’s gesture of holding their hands and expressing remorse further strengthens their belief in him.

“I will never be able to forgive myself if something happens to her again,” Jimin adds, his voice laced with regret. “I promise you, I will be her guardian and protector.”

Your parents eventually agree to the arrangement, recognizing that Jimin’s dedication to your safety outweighs their concerns. 

They also think that Jimin will be able to keep you safer, with him being a cop now. They thank him for his commitment, and you can see a sense of relief wash over them. 

Your mom still wants to make sure that you are completely comfortable with the situation, and asks if you are fine staying at Jimin’s place.

“I promise you, I’m okay staying at Jimin’s,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady. “He’s been there for me since I got back, and I trust him completely”.

Your mother’s worried expression softens as she looks into your eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort. “Are you sure, sweetheart? We just want what’s best for you”.

You nod, giving her a small smile, “I know, mom. I know both of you worry about me, and I appreciate that. But being at Jimin’s feels… comforting. It’s like I have a sense of security there,” you give a small smile. 

Deep down you know you won’t feel safe or comfortable with your own place like you initially thought, but this was a good compromise.

Your father places a reassuring hand on your shoulder, “If you ever feel uncomfortable or unsafe, don’t hesitate to call us, okay?” we’ll be there in a heartbeat.”

“I will, dad” you promise, feeling grateful for their understanding. 

“But please know that I need some time to myself too. I want to try and rebuild my life, and I think being at Jimin’s will help me with that, until I feel comfortable eventually getting my own place,” both your parents nod, accepting your decision while still trying to protect you. 

They express their love once again, and you can see the worry lingering in their eyes as they bid you goodbye.

As they leave, you let out a sigh, feeling a mix of emotions settling in. Jimin returns to your side, looking concerned as he takes the seat beside you. 

“Are you okay?” he asks gently, brushing a strand of hair away from your face and you blush at the touch.

“I will be,” you reply honestly, leaning your head on his shoulder. 

“It’s just… it must be hard for them, you know? To see me like this.” 

Jimin wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer. “They love you, Y/N. And they’ll do whatever they can to protect you. It’s natural for them to worry.” 

You nod, feeling comforted by his presence. “I know. But I also need to figure things out on my own. I need to feel like myself again.”

“You don’t have to do it alone,” Jimin says firmly. “I’m here for you, every step of the way. We’ll face this together.”

You look up at him, finding solace in his unwavering support. “Thank you, Jiminie. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He smiles softly at his nickname, his eyes filled with warmth and love, “You’ll never have to find out. I’ll always be here for you.” 

With Jimin by your side, you know you have someone who truly understands and cares for you.

As you prepare to leave the hospital, haven met with the sketch artist too, the weight of what lies ahead settles on your shoulders. You’ve endured so much, and now the road to recovery stretches out before you like an uncertain path. 

Jimin stands beside you, his presence a constant source of strength, but you can’t help but feel the apprehension growing inside you.

Taehyung approaches you with a sympathetic smile. 

“Y/N, I’ve arranged a few appointments with a psychologist for you,” he says gently, handing you a small card. “She specializes in sexual trauma and can help you work through everything you’ve been through.” 

You take the card, trying to hold back the emotions that threaten to spill over. 

“Thank you, Taehyung,” you say softly. Feeling your heart warm at his kindness, “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.” 

Taehyung nods, his eyes filled with empathy, “Just take it one step at a time,” he advises. “Healing isn’t easy, but you’re not alone in this journey” he assures you and bids you goodbye with a soft smile and wave of his hand.

You know he’s right, but the fear of facing your trauma head-on still lingers. The thought of reliving those harrowing moments again fills you with dread. Jimin senses your unease and pulls you into a comforting embrace. 

“You don’t have to do this alone” he whispers, his voice soothing.

You find comfort in his words, knowing that he’ll be there every step of the way. As you leave the hospital, you feel a mix of emotions swirling inside you; relief to be out of that place, anxiety about the therapy sessions, and gratitude for the support you have gotten so far.

As you step into Jimin’s home, a mixture of relief and vulnerability washes over you. The walls seem warmer, the air more comforting, and the thought of having Jimin nearby offers a sense of security you haven’t felt in a long time. 

You can’t help but feel grateful for his unwavering support.

Jimin leads you to the guest bedroom, its inviting decor and cozy atmosphere offering a stark contrast to the horrors you’ve endured. The room feels like a sanctuary, a place where you can begin to heal. You thank him softly, words barely escaping your lips as you try to convey the depth of your gratitude.

“I want you to feel at home here,” Jimin says with a tender smile. 

“Take all the time you need, and remember, I’m right across the hall if you need anything, okay?” 

His reassurance soothes the residual anxiety that clings to you like a shadow. You nod, a sense of trust growing between you and Jimin, knowing that he’ll always be here to catch you when you stumble.

“I’ve taken a few days off work to help you settle in. I hope that’s okay” he explains as you follow him into the hallway. 

“That’s very sweet of you Jimin” you feel a blush creep up on your face, as your heart feels full of love with his kind actions.

As Jimin gives you the rest of the tour of his home, you can’t help but marvel at the simple yet elegant design that surrounds you. 

Each room holds its unique charm, and you find yourself drawn to the minimalistic aesthetic that exudes a sense of tranquility. 

The bathrooms feel like a serene oasis, adorned with white and blue tiles that create a soothing ambiance. You imagine yourself soaking in the bathtub, letting the worries of the day dissolve in the warm water. 

The guest rooms, tough simple, offer a cozy retreat. 

His home office is a testament to his dedication and hard work, with a touch of understated elegance in the dark gray hues that enhance the room. It’s a place where he has likely spent countless hours diligently pursuing his career as a police officer and now detective. 

Moving into the heart of the house, the open floor plan of the kitchen, living, and dining room leaves you in awe. 

The kitchen, with its white and wooden accents, feels like the heart of the home, a place where love and warmth fill the air. The wooden tabletop and thick black metal legs of the dining table strike a perfect balance between rustic and modern, inviting you to gather around for shared meals and laughter. 

The living room, with its magnificent dark green couch, beckons you to sink into its comforting embrace. As you envision spending cozy nights here, watching movies or simply enjoying each other’s company, you feel a sense of belonging settling in your heart.

Throughout the tour, Jimin’s excitement and pride in his home are palpable. 

It’s evident that he has put love and care into every corner, turning his house into a home - a place of comfort and refuge, not just for himself, but for those he cares about.

As you continue to explore the rooms, you can’t help but appreciate the changes he’s made since the last time you visited. It’s a reflection of how he’s grown, just as you have, over the years.

“This place is beautiful, Jimin,” you finally say, your voice filled with genuine admiration. “I can see how much effort and love you’ve put into making it your own.”

A soft smile graces his lips and he looks around the familiar space with newfound pride. “Thank you, Y/N” he replies. “I’m glad you like it. And I hope you’ll feel at home here too.”

You nod, feeling the burden of your past gradually lifting as you step into this new chapter of your life. This house, with its comforting embrace and the man standing beside you, promises a future filled with hope, love, and healing.

“Did you renovate it? I don’t remember it looking like this when we were kids” you inquire, genuinely curious about the transformation.

“Yeah, I did it myself,” Jimin replies with a proud smile, his hands finding refuge in his pockets.

“It’s really stunning! I also liked how your parents kept it before. But this looks so modern,” you point out, acknowledging the aesthetic choices he’s made.

As you stand in the kitchen, you can’t help but notice the emotions flickering in his eyes when you mention his parents. Sensing there’s a deeper story behind the changes, you ask, “How come your parents don’t live here anymore?”.

His eyes hold a mixture of nostalgia and pain as he reveals, “My dad died of cancer three years ago. My mom couldn’t keep up with the big house, so I bought it from her, and she lives in a small apartment in the city insead.”

You feel a pang of sorrow for him and his family, realizing the significance of this home in their lives and the changes they’ve had to endure. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” you say, offering genuine condolences.

“How were you supposed to know?” Jimin chuckles softly, his laughter carrying a hint of vulnerability. “It’s okay, really. You couldn’t have known.”

His ability to lighten the mood in such a sensitive moment surprises you, but it also speaks volumes about his resilience. Jimin seems to create an atmosphere of ease around topics that could be emotionally overwhelming, and you can’t help but appreciate his ability to find comfort even in the face of loss.

The rest of the day rushes by in a blur of conversation and laughter, leaving you with little time to process the burden of your emotions or even the movies you watched together on Jimin’s TV. The comfort of his company and the safe haven of his home envelop you like a warm embrace.

As the hours pass, you find yourself relaxing in Jimin’s presence, your guard slowly lowering. 

When a low rumbling sound fills the living room, you feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment. “Are you hungry, Y/N?” Jimin asks, amused by the hungry protests of your stomach. 

He tries to suppress his grin with his hands, but the laughter bubbling from him is unmistakable. Cursing your traitorous stomach internally, you can’t help but nod in defeat. It seems your body is making its desires known without your consent. 

Jimin assures you that he has some leftover lasagna, and your mouth waters at the thought. As he brings the steaming dish to the table, the savory aroma fills the room, making your stomach growl even louder in anticipation.

Taking your first bite, you’re pleasantly surprised at how delicious it tastes, and a satisfied ‘mmmmh’ escapes your lips. 

Jimin cuckles in response, his eyes twinkling with joy at your enjoyment. You can see the genuine happiness in his face as he watches you savor the meal.

“I take it you like it. I’m glad,” he says with a hint of pride, his own plate half-empty as he eats alongside you. 

You nod enthusiastically, your mouth full, and give him a thumbs-up to emphasize your approval. As you continue eating, the conversation flows effortlessly, and the laughter comes easily. 

Jimin’s ability to make you feel at ease and comforted shines through, and you find yourself opening up more than you ever thought possible. As the evening wears on, you realize that time has flown by, and you can’t help but wonder how you could feel so comfortable and at home with someone you’ve been apart from for so long. 

But in Jimin’s presence, it feels like you’re rediscovering a piece of yourself that you thought was lost forever.

As the night deepens, it becomes apparent that sleep is elusive, no matter how much you try to coax it. 

An odd sense of anxiety grips you tightly, and you find yourself restless and uneasy. 

You can’t quite understand the reason behind these sudden jitters, especially since you’ve slept over at Jimin’s place countless times in your younger days, but together is different; the weight of your past trauma seems to be pressing heavily on your mind.

Jimin, ever the perceptive friend, picks up on your unease. 

He offers a comforting reassurance, assuring you that you can always knock on his door if you need anything. His touch on your hand feels like a lifeline in the sea of uncertainty, offering a sense of calm amidst the turmoil of emotions.

With a grateful smile, you bid him goodnight and retreat to your designated room. 

But once you’re alone, your mind becomes a battleground of thoughts and emotions. The reality of what has happened to you, the journey of healing that lies ahead, and the uncertainty of the future all bombard your consciousness like a relentless freight train. 

You sit on the edge of the bed, you mind spinning with questions and fears. 

How will you find the strength to heal? Will you ever be able to overcome the haunting memories? Can you ever trust again after such a traumatic experience?

The silence of the night only amplifies the cacophony in your head. The ceiling above you becomes a canvas for your restless mind, and you find yourself staring blankly, unable to shut off the overwhelming thoughts.

Every creak and rustle in the house feels magnified, and your heart races with each little noise. Despite Jimin’s presence just across the hall, the fear of facing the darkness alone feels suffocating. 

You try to remind yourself that he’s there for you, but your mind is stubborn, refusing to relinquish its grip on the fear that has taken root in your heart.

Hours pass, but sleep remains elusive. 

The minutes stretch into eternity, and you’re left feeling like a prisoner of your own mind. 

The night feels like a never-ending struggle between the desire for rest and the fear of letting your guard down. 

The morning sun filters through the window, casting a warm glow over everything in the room. 

The pleasant aroma of pancakes fills the air, offering a momentary distraction from the weariness that clings to your body. But no matter how hard you try to revive yourself, the undereye bags and puffy eyes persist, bearing witness to the restless night that robbed you of much-needed sleep.

You walk into the kitchen where Jimin’s cheerful voice breaks through the haze of exhaustion, greeting you with a bright smile as he expertly flips pancakes on the stove. 

“Good morning, Y/N, did you sleep well?” he asks, his voice a melody of kindness and warmth. Despite his cheerfulness, his eyes widen in concern as they meet your tired gaze. 

He instinctively knows something is amiss.

You can’t help but sigh in response, slumping onto one of the wooden bar stools. Your body feels heavy, burdened by the weight of a night spent wrestling with haunting memories. 

“Not really,” you admit, your voice tinged with fatigue and vulnerability.

Jimin’s eyes soften with sympathy, and he gently scolds you for not reaching out for company when sleep eluded you. 

“My brain just wouldn’t shut off,” you confess, a hint of frustration seeping into your voice.

“I kept thinking about the past and all the stuff that I missed… about my future too,” you bury your face in your hands, seeking solace from the exhaustion that permeates your body.

In this vulnerable moment, you find comfort in Jimin’s presence. It’s as if his caring demeanor and genuine concern create a sanctuary for your weary soul. He doesn’t push you to talk about the details of your thoughts; instead, he simply stands beside you, a steady pillar of support.

As the pancakes sizzle on the griddle, the aroma fills the air, intertwining with the tender atmosphere between you and Jimin. The morning light casts a gentle glow, and for a moment, you feel a fleeting sense of calm amidst the storm inside you.

Jimin places a plate of warm pancakes in front of you, garnished with chocolate and jam. He offers this simple gesture as a balm for your tired spirit. 

“Here, have some breakfast. It’ll give you some energy” he says, his voice tender.

In that moment, you realize that this is more than just a shared meal. It’s an act of love and care, a way for Jimin to nourish not only your body but your soul too. And as you take a bite of the pancakes, you can’t help the blush that creeps on your face and feel grateful for having someone like him in your life - the kind of friend who stays by your side, offering comfort and understanding.

“It smells really good and looks so yummy, Jimin,” you remark with a genuine smile, appreciating not only the food but also the effort he’s put into making you feel at ease.

Jimin’s own smile widens, pleased to see you enjoying the meal he prepared. He joins in, savoring the taste of the pancakes alongside you. The moment is filled with a sense of calm, a temporary respite from the tumultuous thoughts that have been plaguing you.

But even in this tranquil moment, Jimin’s concern for your well-being doesn’t waver. 

He clears his throat gently, drawing your attention. 

“Maybe you should make an appointment with the psychologist, like that nurse Taehyung suggested,” he suggests softly, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. 

The sincerity in his words touches your heart. You can see the earnestness in his eyes, the depth of his care for you. His genuine concern is both comforting and overwhelming, reminding you that you don’t have to face your pain alone.

With a small chuckle, Jimin adds, “Of course, you can talk to me too. I wouldn’t mind lending you my ear.” 

It's an offer that comes from the heart, a promise to be there for you in any way you need. You feel a sense of gratitude wash over you, grateful to have Jimin in your life.

“Yeah, I think you’re right,” you reply, recognizing the wisdom in his suggestion. 

“And thank you so much, Jimin. It means a lot to me, all that you’re doing to help me,” a lot more than you would ever know, you almost want to add.

Later that day, as the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden hue through the windows of Jimin’s living room, as you stood there with Jimin, you found yourself facing an entirely different challenge: self-defense. 

Jimin stressed the value in being able to defend yourself, should you ever need it (especially with your perpetrator still at large). 

It is a practical and necessary step, given the circumstances. Jimin’s concern for your safety is evident. And you appreciate his determination to empower you. The seriousness of the situation loomed over you, but Jimin’s presence was a reassuring anchor.

“Alright, pay close attention,” Jimin says, his voice steady and encouraging. His arms gently wrap around your waist, pulling you closer against his solid frame. Feeling his heartbeat against your back brings a sense of flutters and comfort as you listen intently to his instructions and you already feel your breath quicken.

“First, if someone tries to choke you from behind, you need to act quickly,” he explains. 

“Use your elbows to strike their ribs or stomach. It forces them to loosen their grip.” 

As he demonstrates the movement, his arm guides your own, helping you to mimic the motion. His warm touch feels electrifying, and you feel heat rise in your cheeks. Your elbow hits his arms, and you can feel the strength in his muscles as he adjusts the pressure. 

“Good job” he praises you, a smile evident in his voice. Jimin’s encouraging words spurs you on, and you feel your confidence growing with each practiced movement. 

“Remember,” he says, his tone becoming more serious, “Don’t hesitate to use your elbow, knees, and even your fists if necessary. Your safety comes first.”  

He demonstrates the proper stance, weight distribution, and how to strike effectively without injuring yourself. As he continues to teach you, you find yourself amazed at his patience and skill. 

He moves with fluidity, demonstrating each technique with precision. It must be his dancing major, that gives him so much grace. You are entranced by his elegance and register your heartbeat quicken and your breath shorten. 

While the situation was serious, his lighthearted spirit shone through as he let you practice some kicks on him. 

“Nice kick!” he grinned, clearly impressed by your progress. 

“But keep your balance steady. You don’t want to lose it and give your attacker an advantage.”

With Jimin’s guidance, you practice each move diligently. It was physically demanding, and hard to keep your mind off his strong muscles, but his presence and encouragement made the experience far more manageable. 

He patiently corrects your posture and movements, helping you understand the importance of control and awareness.

As the session is nearing its end, Jimin demonstrates one final move. 

“And if you ever find yourself cornered,” he said, “A quick powerful kick to the groin can create the opening you need to escape.” 

With a nod you chuckle nervously, and take a step back and mimic the movement from earlier, visualizing the scenario in your mind. 

“Trust me,” he says, meeting your eyes with a serious expression, “It’s a highly effective move.”

Jimin’s eyes twinkle with pride as you execute the move with determination. 

“You’re doing great, Y/N,” he says, his voice gentle yet resolute. “Learning self-defense is about feeling empowered and in control. It’s not about being invincible, but knowing you have options.”

As you walk into the living room, a sense of excitement fills you. 

“I’ve made an appointment with the psychologist, and she actually had a spot for me tomorrow morning because someone canceled theirs,” you share with a bright and hopeful tone, eager to let Jimin know about the progress you’ve made.

Jimin’s attention shifts from the movie he’s watching, and he turns to face you, his eyes lighting up with genuine happiness for you. 

“That’s nice, Y/N,” he responds with a warm smile. But it doesn’t end there; he takes it a step further, showing his unwavering support and care for you. 

“I can drive you tomorrow and wait for you so you don’t have to go alone,” he offers, reaching out to envelop you in a comforting hug. His embrace feels like a safe haven, grounding you amidst uncertainties that lie ahead. He is warm and soft, making your heart flutter. 

It’s a gesture that speaks volumes about his dedication as a friend, and you feel grateful for having him by your side during this journey of healing.

“Thank you, Jimin,” you murmur, your voice tinged with sincerity. 

“Having you there with me means the world,” you hug him back, relishing in his embrace longer than friends probably should, but you can't help yourself.

He pulls back slightly, his hands still resting on your shoulders as he gazes into your eyes, his own filled with compassion. 

“You don’t have to thank me, Y/N,” he replies softly. 

“I’ll always be here for you, no matter what”. In that moment, you know that his words are not just empty promises; they hold true weight and meaning. He’s proven time and again that he’ll go above and beyond to support and protect you, and his presence has become an anchor in your life.

As Jimin’s arms envelop you in another warm and comforting hug, your heart races with a mixture of emotions. The familiar touch of his hands against your back sends tingles down your spine, and you can’t help but yearn for more. 

But as much as you cherish his affection, you know the depths of your feelings go beyond mere friendship. Throughout the years, you’ve hidden your unrequited love for Jimin, fearing that revealing it would jeopardize the precious bond you share. 

You’ve watched from the sidelines as he laughed, smiled, and even dated others, all the while silently nursing your love for him. Now, being back in his embrace, your feelings resurface with a vengeance, and it’s becoming harder to suppress them.

Jimin’s genuine kindness and the way he selflessly cares for you only deepen the chasm in your heart. You find yourself yearning for more than just his friendship, craving a connection that goes beyond what you’ve ever shared. 

But the fear of rejection and the potential loss of his friendship weigh heavily on you.

As his scent fills your senses, you can’t help but wonder if he could ever feel the same way about you. 

The thought of confessing your feelings terrifies you, and you push it to the back of your mind, trying to focus on the present moment instead. 

Yet, the trauma you’ve endured has left a mark on your soul, casting a shadow over your emotions. The assault and abuse have stirred up a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, making it harder to decipher what is real and what is merely a product of your pain.

As you bury your face in his hair, you cling to the familiar comfort he provides, but you can’t help but feel the surge of emotions threatening to overwhelm you. 

The tears you’ve been holding back threaten to spill over, and you take deep breaths to regain control.

As the movie’s scenes play out on the screen, you find it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything but the warmth of Jimin’s body pressed against your own. 

Your heart beats wildly in your chest, and each breath feels shallow as his proximity sends a surge of electricity through you. It takes all your willpower to remain composed and not let your feelings betray you.

Jimin’s closeness is both a blessing and a curse. 

On one hand, you relish the feeling of his body so close to yours, a sensation you’ve secretly yearned for. 

On the other hand, it intensifies the turmoil of emotions within you, making it difficult to keep your composure. 

As the movie’s plot unfolds, you find yourself stealing glances at Jimin’s profile, mesmerized by his features and the way the flickering light of the TV dances across his face. 

You wish you could be brave enough to tell him how you feel, but the fear of rejection and the potential loss of his friendship paralyze you. Every fiber of your being longs to lean into him, to feel his arms wrap around you in a warm embrace. 

Yet, you fight the urge, knowing that doing so would only deepen your emotional entanglement and make it even harder to keep your feelings hidden.

Despite the inner chaos, you manage to keep a facade of calm, smiling when appropriate and nodding along to the movie’s plot. 

But inside, you’re a jumbled mess of emotions, and you can’t help but wonder if Jimin can sense your turmoil. As the movie comes to an end, you take a deep breath, attempting to steady your racing heart. 

You’re grateful for the movie's conclusion, hoping that it will give you a moment to regain your composure. But even as the credits roll, Jimin doesn’t move away, and you find yourself torn between the desire to stay in his embrace and the need to escape the storm of emotions brewing inside you.

In the end, you opt to remain where you are, cherishing the closeness you share with Jimin and savoring the fleeting moments of intimacy. Though unspoke, the unrequited love you hold for him lingers in the air, creating an invisible bond between you two that goes beyond mere friendship.

The hours pass by in a blur, filled with laughter, heartfelt conversations, and a marathon of movies that bring moments of joy and escapism. You find solace in Jimin’s presence, his genuine care, and the comfort of being so close to someone you’ve admired secretly for years. 

Yet, as the day draws to a close, a looming sense of emotional exhaustion settles over you like a heavy fog.

The impending therapy session hangs over your head like a dark cloud, filling you with both anxiety and hope. You know it’s necessary, that facing your trauma is a crucial step toward healing, but the thought of reliving those painful memories is daunting.

As the night deepens, you find yourself sitting on Jimin’s bed, lost in thoughts. The room is bathed in a soft glow, emanating from a small lamp on the nightstand. Jimin, ever observant, sits next to you, his warm presence a source of comfort.

“You don’t have to go through this alone, remember?” he says gently, his voice tender and caring.

You look into his eyes, seeing the genuine concern in them, and you feel your heart clench. 

How much you long to pour your heart out to him, to share the burden of your emotions, and to finally reveal the depth of your feelings. 

But fear holds you back, and you keep your emotions tightly guarded. 

“I appreciate that, Jimin,” you reply, a hint of vulnerability seeping into your voice. “It’s just… I’m afraid of what might come up during the therapy session.”

Jimin reaches out, placing a comforting hand on yours, “I understand. Facing the past can be overwhelming, but remember, you are not alone in this. I’ll be here for you every step of the way.”

The tenderness in his touch and the reassurance in his words almost break the dam you’ve built around your emotions. 

You want to lean into him, to finally confess your hidden affection and to seek true comfort in his embrace. Yet, the fear of jeopardizing your friendship keeps your heart in check.

As you lie in your own bed that night, sleep eludes you again. 

Your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, and the weight of unspoken words feels almost unbearable. 

You wonder if Jimin can sense the depth of your feelings, if he has any inkling of the unrequited love that resides within you. 

The therapy session looms ahead, and you can’t help but feel both apprehensive and hopeful about the healing it may bring. You know it won’t be an easy journey, but having Jimin by your side, even as a friend, gives you the strength to face the painful memories that haunt you. 

As you drift into a restless slumber, the turmoil within you persists, leaving you torn between the desire to hold onto your feelings and the fear of what might happen if you reveal them.

The morning air is crisp, and the first rays of sunlight gently kiss the edges of the sky as you step out of the shower, feeling refreshed and ready to face the day. Jimin’s consideration never fails to amaze you, and as you get dressed, you can’t help but think of all the little ways he has shown his kindness and care.

With the appointment with the psychologist looming ahead, you’re both nervous and eager to finally start the healing process. As you make your way to the kitchen, the aroma of freshly cooked breakfast fills the air, and your stomach growls in anticipation. His culinary skills are impressive, and you can’t help but appreciate his efforts to make your morning special.

He hands you a green smoothie, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles warmly. 

“I know you need all the energy you can get today,” he says, his voice gently and encouraging. You take a sip, savoring the fresh and invigorating taste of veggies and fruits, while feeling a rush of gratitude for having someone like Jimin in your life. 

Together, you sit at the dining table, and with every bite, you feel the warmth of his presence seep into your soul. 

The connection between you and Jimin grows stronger with each shared meal and conversation, yet there’s still an unspoken understanding that hangs in the air. 

As you finish breakfast, you exchange glances, and it’s as if the unspoken words are dancing on the edges of your lips. You want to tell him how much he means to you, how his kindness and friendship have been a lifeline in the darkest of times, but the fear of jeopardizing what you have holds you back. 

You find yourself lost in his gaze, unable to look away, and it’s in that moment that you feel a flicker of hope. 

Maybe, just maybe, the unspoken love between you is not one-sided. 

Maybe Jimin’s tender gestures and caring ways are more than just friendly acts?

But before you can delve deeper into your thoughts, Jimin’s voice breaks the silence. 

“Are you ready for today?” he asks softly, his eyes full of concern and support.

With a small nod, you find your voice, “I am, and I’m grateful you'll be there with me.”

His smile widens, and he reaches across the table to take your hand in his, the contact sending a warm shiver down your spine. 

“I’ll always be there for you, no matter what,” he says, his words carrying a deeper meaning that you can’t ignore.

As you sit in the car, the silence between you and Jimin speaks volumes. It’s not the awkward silence you had anticipated; rather, it’s a comforting one. You find solace in the familiarity of Jimin’s presence, and his unspoken support eases some of the anxiety building up inside you. 

As Jimin pulls up to the tall building, its glass facade reflecting the city’s hustle and bustle, you feel a mix of nerves and determination. Jimin follows you outside and you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself before stepping inside. 

As you grip the handle to the tall building, your heart races in your chest like a wild stallion. 

The weight of unfamiliarity and the daunting prospect of sharing your innermost thoughts with a stranger collide, setting off an explosion of anxiety and nervousness within you. 

You take a deep breath, knowing that this is a pivotal moment in your journey to heal and move forward. 

This is uncharted territory for you, but you’re determined to brave this new experience.

The reception area is modern and welcoming, but your heart still races as you approach the front desk. The green plants add a touch of serenity, momentarily easing the tension coiled in your body. 

The receptionist smiles warmly, and you check in using your new social security card, a symbol of your newfound strength and resilience.

Taking a seat, you try to steady your breath and silence the thunderous pounding in your ears. 

Your palms feel sweaty, and you quickly wipe them on your things, hoping to dispel any signs of unease. 

You remind yourself that it’s normal to feel nervous, but you won’t let it deter you from seeking the help you need. 

Just as you’re about to give in to the overwhelming anxiety, you feel a gentle hand on your thigh. You turn to Jimin sitting beside you, his presence like a comforting anchor in the storm. He gives you a reassuring smile as he lightly squeezes your thigh, his eyes filled with support and understanding.

“I’ll be right here waiting for you,” he says softly, and you feel a wave of gratitude wash over you. 

The fact that he’s willing to stay by your side, even in the face of your inner struggles, makes your heart swell with affection. As you sit together in the waiting area, you find solace in Jimin’s presence. 

The unspoken bond between you grows stronger with each passing moment, and you feel a sense of reassurance that you’re not alone in this journey of healing.

Your heart skips a beat as you’re abruptly brought back to reality by a woman’s voice calling your name. 

You quickly stand up, a mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through your veins. In your haste, you extend your hand to greet her, feeling a little self-conscious about the volume of your response, as you say ‘yes’. 

Her warm and reassuring smile puts you at ease, and you can’t help but notice the genuine kindness in her eyes.

“I’m Chin-Sun, your psychologist,” she introduces herself, her soothing tone like a gentle wave lapping at the shore. 

You exchange a fleeting glance with Jimin, silently acknowledging the strength he’s given you. With a deep breath, you follow the therapist into her office, leaving Jimin behind in the waiting area. 

You feel a flutter of apprehension in your chest, but knowing that Jimin is just outside waiting for you, gives you a sense of security.

As you enter the therapist’s office, you feel a mix of emotions swirling inside you. But with Jimin’s reassurance still lingering, you know you can take that first step towards healing and finally find the courage to confront your past.

Outside, Jimin waits patiently, knowing that you’ll come out stronger, and that he’ll be there every step of the way.

As you enter her office, you’re immediately drawn to the inviting atmosphere that surrounds you. Chin-Sun gestures gracefully towards the plush couch adorned with an array of soft pillows. 

It beckons you to sink into its comforting embrace, and you oblige, feeling a sense of calm wash over you already. 

The small table in front of the couch catches your eye, adorned with candles, tissues, glasses and a jug of water, a thoughtful touch to create a soothing ambiance. 

Seated on a chair in front of the table, Chin-Sun's serene presence envelops the room. Her warm smile and kind eyes put you at ease, and you find yourself feeling more relaxed in her company. 

The office is a perfect balance of tranquility and professionalism. One wall, painted a soothing navy blue, adds a touch of depth and serenity to the space, while the rest of the room remains in calming white tones. 

As you take a moment to glance around, you notice her neatly organized desk, equipped with a computer and other therapeutic resources. 

Chin-Sun picks up her pen and paper, explaining her preference for taking notes. It gives you a sense of comfort to know that your thoughts and feelings will be heard and respected. 

“It’s natural to feel nervous,” she assures, her gentle voice like a lifeline amidst the storm of your thoughts. “This is a place of healing, and there’s no judgment here. You have the power to set the pace, and if it ever becomes overwhelming, don’t hesitate to let me know.” 

As you grapple with the knot of nerves in your stomach, you can’t help but apologize for your nervousness. She leans in, her empathy palpable, and reminds you that there’s no need to apologize. This is your journey, and the feelings you’re experiencing are entirely valid.

“I understand how unfamiliar this may be,” she acknowledges, validating your emotions. 

“But remember, you’re here because you want to explore these emotions and experiences. It's okay to take your time and ease into it.” Her encouragement emboldens you, and you find the strength to meet her gaze. 

You realize that this therapeutic space is not about judgment or quick fixes; it’s about embracing vulnerability and allowing yourself to heal at your own pace.

As you sit in the cozy confines of Chin-Sun’s office, her gentle encouragement puts you at ease. You feel a mixture of relief and vulnerability knowing that she has your medical report from the hospital and will be guiding you through this process with sensitivity and understanding.

She leans forward with a calming presence, offering you both empathy and professional expertise. 

“When you are ready,” she begins, her words a gentle invitation, “can you start from the beginning?”

With each breath, you find the strength to speak your truth. 

As you begin recounting the events that led to your trauma, you focus on the broad strokes as Chin-Sun suggested. The weight of the memories may be heavy, but you remind yourself that sharing them here is an essential step towards healing. 

Chin-Sun listens with unwavering attention, her pen moving gently across the paper, capturing your words with care. She refrains from interrupting, giving you the space to voice your experiences without judgment. 

Her approach allows you to navigate the emotional terrain at your own pace, and you feel seen and heard. 

As you speak, you find solace in her empathetic eyes, and the vulnerability in sharing your story with a stranger gradually dissipates. 

You appreciate that she doesn't pry or push for more details, respecting your boundaries and giving you the freedom to share as much or as little as you feel comfortable with. 

The moments of silence that punctuate your narrative become opportunities for reflection. You appreciate that Chin-Sun doesn't rush to fill the void but rather allows you to gather your thoughts. 

As the session draws to a close, you can sense Chin-Sun's genuine sadness for what you've endured. 

Her compassion has created a safe space for you to share your experiences, and you appreciate her understanding demeanor. With just ten minutes left, Chin-Sun offers you the opportunity to ask any questions or discuss topics you'd like to explore in future sessions. 

You feel a flicker of curiosity and decide to seize the moment.

“Actually… I do have some stuff that’s been on my mind. Can I ask you those questions?” you say, sitting up straight, determined to confront the thoughts that have been swirling in your mind.

Chin-Sun's gentle nod and sip of water give you the encouragement you need to voice your concerns. You share your lingering worry about your captor and whether he might still be out there searching for you. 

The fear in your voice is evident as you whisper your words, as if speaking any louder might draw danger closer.

Understanding the weight of your concern, Chin-Sun responds with empathy, “I understand that. Do you have anybody that can help you feel safe while the police are looking for the perpetrator?”

You take comfort in her soothing smile as you fidget with the hem of your shirt. 

Gathering your thoughts, you find the courage to speak about the one person who has provided you with a sanctuary – Jimin, your best friend and the detective who has taken you into his home. 

Chin-Sun listens intently, acknowledging the significance of having someone like Jimin by your side during this trying time. 

She allows you to express yourself fully, creating a space where your emotions and thoughts are validated.

As the floodgates of your emotions open, you find yourself pouring your deepest fears and vulnerabilities to Chin-Sun. 

The weight of your trauma is overwhelming, and tears fill your eyes, threatening to spill. Though she tries to offer calming words of reassurance, you feel unable to listen. 

The pain and trauma inflicted on you have shattered your trust in men, and you express the feeling that sex is now ruined for you. Images of your horrifying ordeal flash before your eyes, making it hard to escape the haunting memories.

In a desperate attempt to shut out the distressing visuals, you press your hands against your eyes, your body trembling as you curl your feet up onto the couch, seeking some form of comfort and safety. 

Recognizing your anguish, Chin-Sun gently hands you tissues and moves to your side, offering a comforting hug.

“It might be incredibly hard in the beginning. But it is possible to trust again. It’s also possible to have sex again, if that is something you want. Just take your time and progress slowly. Do what you are comfortable with and stop and voice your feelings if you ever feel like it or if it goes too far,” she says, her comforting presence providing you a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

As you struggle to regain your composure, you take deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heart and shaking body. 

Gradually, the storm of emotions begins to subside, and you feel your body easing into a state of relaxation. The tears eventually stop flowing, leaving you emotionally drained but also somewhat relieved.

Before you leave her office, Chin-Sun offers valuable advice, emphasizing the importance of taking things slowly and not rushing yourself into anything. 

She encourages you to communicate your feelings and boundaries with utmost honesty and to seek out the support of people you trust.

As you step out of the session, the burden of your trauma is not fully lifted, but you feel a glimmer of hope for the future. 

Trusting again may be a daunting journey, but with Chin-Sun's guidance and support, you are determined to embark on the path to healing and rebuilding yourself.

Your resolve to take each step at your own pace, honoring your feelings and emotions as you move forward. 

The thought of having sex again is something that both frightens and intrigues you, but you know that with time and support, you might find the strength to explore intimacy once more. 

As you contemplate the future, you recognize that healing is not a linear process. There will be ups and downs, and that's okay. With Chin-Sun's encouragement, you feel more hopeful that, one day, you will reclaim your sense of security and find solace in the arms of someone who truly cares for you. 

Maybe you have already found that one person, currently waiting for you in the waiting area.

As you enter the waiting area, Jimin's concern is evident on his face. 

He takes in your swollen and red eyes, the dried tear streaks marking your cheeks, and he knows that the therapy session must have been emotionally taxing. 

You sink into the seat, feeling a mix of relief and exhaustion.

“Are you alright? How did it go?” Jimin’s voice is filled with genuine concern as he looks for your eyes seeking reassurance. You take a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before speaking.

“I’m okay, Jimin. The session was good, but I’m just so emotionally drained” you say, your voice heavy with weariness. You reach for his hand, squeezing it gently, seeking comfort and connection.

“I’m here for you, always,” he responds softly, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. His unwavering support brings a flicker of warmth to your heart, and you find solace in the knowledge that you have someone by your side who truly cares for you.

“I’d like to go home and rest now,” you add, feeling the need to retreat and process the emotions that have been stirred up during the session. Jimin seems to understand, nodding in agreement.

“Of course, let’s head home,” he says as you walk out of the building, turning on the engine and shifting into gear. The car ride is quiet, but it’s a comforting silence, one that allows you to collect your thoughts and emotions.

As you arrive home, Jimin accompanies you inside, his presence a soothing balm to your weary soul. He lets you rest and recuperate, offering his unwavering support from the sidelines. 

In the comfort of his home, you find a safe space to process your feelings and begin the healing journey.

It’s already Jimin’s last day off and he decides it’s a good idea to go grocery shopping so you don’t starve to death while he is working. 

You are not really the best cook, so it was a good idea. 

As you and Jimin stroll through the supermarket, filling the cart with groceries, the atmosphere is light-hearted and fun. Jimin seems to have a talent for turning even the most mundane tasks into enjoyable adventures, and you find yourself laughing and joking along the way.

“Hey, Jimin, remember that time we tried to cook together in college? It was a disaster!” you chuckle, recalling the disastrous attempt at making a simple pasta dish that ended up in a kitchen full of smoke.

Jimin grins, his eyes crinkling with amusement, “Oh, how could I forget? We set off the fire alarm!” he laughs at the disastrous memory.

You both burst into laughter, drawing a few curious glances from other shoppers, but you don't care. It feels good to let go of the burden of the past and embrace the present moment with your best friend.

As you reach the fresh produce section, Jimin playfully challenges you to a ‘vegetable picking’ contest. You both pretend to be food critics, carefully inspecting each vegetable, making exaggerated remarks about their texture and flavor profile. 

It’s all just silly fun, but it brings an undeniable joy to your heart.

With the cart now filled with a colorful array of vegetables, starch, meat, canned goods, and some treats, you make your way to the cashier to pay. 

With the grocery shopping done, you head back to Jimin's car, where he skillfully begins to load the bags into the trunk. 

“I promise not to let you starve,” Jimin says with a grin, pulling more bags in the trunk and giving you a playful wink. 

“We’ll make some delicious meals together. Who knows, maybe we’ll discover a hidden chef in you,” he sticks out his tongue playfully. You laugh, knowing very well that your cooking skills are far from impressive. 

“Well, with your help, I might just become a master chef,” you tease back, enjoying the playful banter like old times.

As you stand next to Jimin, watching him load the groceries into the trunk, a sinister presence seems to linger in the shadows, shrouding you with unease. 

You can't shake off the feeling that someone was there, watching, but when you glance back, the dark hooded figure has vanished without a trace. 

Your heart races, and you try to shake off the feeling, not wanting to worry Jimin.

“Hey, are you alright?” 

Jimin’s concerned voice interrupts your thoughts. 

He looks at you with a hint of worry in his eyes, sensing that something might be bothering you. You quickly put on a facade, mustering a bright smile and nodding, “Yeah, I’m good to go home.”

As you get into the car, your mind is preoccupied with the mysterious figure you saw by the carts. 

Who was it? What were they doing there? 

And most importantly, why did they vanish so suddenly? 

The questions swirl in your mind, but you keep your thoughts to yourself, not wanting to burden Jimin with your sudden discomfort.

The car ride back is filled with an awkward silence that wasn't there before. You steal glances at Jimin, trying to gauge if he senses anything amiss. 

He's focused on the road, but his brows are slightly furrowed, indicating that he's concerned about you.

You decide to break the silence, attempting to distract yourself and Jimin from the unsettling encounter. “Hey, what do you think we should cook for dinner tonight?” you ask, trying to sound casual. You hope that talking about something mundane will help ease the tension.

He glances at you, a small smile forming on his lips, grateful for the change of topic. 

“Hmm, how about that pasta dish we tried to make in college? I think we can ace it this time,” he suggests, trying to bring back the lightheartedness you both had earlier.

You chuckle, glad he’s playing along, even though your mind is still preoccupied with the mysterious figure. 

“Yeah, that sounds like a plan. We’ll make sure to avoid having the firemen drop by for a visit” you reply, trying to match his playful tone.

Jimin can't shake the feeling that something is amiss with you ever since the grocery store. He tries to play it cool, giving you space to open up if you wish, but his concern gnaws at him like an itch he can't scratch. 

He wishes you would confide in him, knowing that you could share anything with him if you wanted to. But as much as he wants to stay by your side indefinitely, reality beckons, and he knows he has to return to work tomorrow. 

The thought of leaving you alone with your worries gnaws at him, but he trusts that you'll reach out to him when you're ready.

As Jimin prepares to leave for work, a mixture of concern and guilt gnaws at him. He hates the idea of leaving you alone, especially when he senses that something is still bothering you. But he knows that pushing you to talk won't help; you need the space to process your thoughts and emotions.

He stands by the door, hesitating for a moment before finally stepping outside. 

“I’ll be back before you know it,” he assures you, trying to put on a brave face despite his inner turmoil. “Take care of yourself, okay?” he gives you a small hug.

You nod, offering him a small smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“I’ll be fine” you say, your voice soft and uncertain. He wishes he could read your mind, to understand the depth of what you’re going through, but he respects your boundaries.  

As the door closes behind him, you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. 

The silence that fills the house feels overwhelming, and you find yourself wandering aimlessly from room to room, trying to distract yourself from the thoughts that linger in your mind.

You spend the day with Jimin's laptop on your thighs scouring YouTube for funny animal videos which gives you a few good laughs. 

It helps keep your mind off the haunting feeling you feel inside. Your laughter is suddenly interrupted when you hear a knock at the door. 

Startled, you place the laptop off to the side on the couch. It couldn’t be Jimin, because it was too early for him to be home yet. 

You feel panic run through your body, but you force your feet to carry you to the door, unlocking it and opening it. 

In front of you stands a man in a brown uniform sporting a yellow logo that reads ‘UPS’ on his left upper chest. You let out a relieved gasp as you place your right hand over your heart giving out a low chuckle at your reaction. 

The UPS delivery man gives you a friendly smile. “Good morning Miss! I have a package for Mr. Park, is he home?” he asks politely. 

“Oh, uh, no, he’s not home yet. But I can sign for it if you want?” you reply feeling a bit flustered by your initial panic.

“Sure thing! Just need your signature here” he says, handing you a small electronic device. You sign your name with a shaky hand, still trying to shake off the lingering nerves.

“Thank you. Have a great day!” he says cheerfully as he hands you the package. You see that your name is on it too.

“Thanks, you too,” you reply, managing a smile as you close and lock the door.

You lock the door and walk back to the couch, dropping down with a heavy thud. 

You turn and twist the package to get some kind of information about its contents. You decide that you might as well open it, as it is also addressed to you. 

You go to Jimin’s home office and find a pocket knife that you use to delicately cut along the tape to reveal its subject. It’s a phone. A brand new one at that! You take it out of the brown package and inspect the case that reads ‘Google Pixel 7A’. 

You unbox the snow coloured phone and find a SIM card and the charger. In a matter of seconds, you have placed the SIM card in the phone and put it in the charger to power it up.

You let the phone charge in peace as you go to the fridge to grab some of the leftover food Jimin had been sweet enough to make for you yesterday. 

Then you go back to leisurely browsing through YouTube on Jimin’s laptop while getting comfortable on the couch. You have already spent hours on the laptop, watching random videos of this and that. 

But it had definitely helped keep your mind off things, so you hadn’t even noticed the time. It is already around dinnertime and you expect Jimin to be home soon. 

You hear a key being inserted in the lock, twisting, and then Jimin enters with a tired smile dorning his face while he drags his body inside. 

You jump to your feet, a burst of energy rushing through you, banishing the remnants of sleep from your body. With giddy feet and a spring in your step, you dance your way to Jimin, your heart warming at the sight of him. 

“Did you have a good day?” you chirp, eager to bring a smile to his tired face.

Jimin lets out a tired sigh, his shoulders dropping slightly, but a faint smile tugs at the corners of his lips. He runs his hands through his tousled hair, ruffling it in a way that makes your heart flutter.

“Yes, but tiring” he admits, the weariness evident in his eyes.

You pout at him playfully, determined to lift his spirits. 

“Well, you’re home now, and that’s all that matters” you say with a soft smile, hoping to convey your genuine happiness to have him back.

His exhaustion seems to melt away as he gazes at you, and he nods, “And being home with you makes it even better.” 

You reach out and embrace him in a big warm hug, feeling the comforting strength of his arms around you. He leans into the hug, his tiredness fading as he draws comfort from your presence. His scent, a delightful blend of musky vanilla and woody notes, envelopes you, making you feel safe and at home.

You rest your cheek against his shoulder, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest with each breath. 

His warmth and closeness ease the tension in your body, too, as if you're sharing the burden of the day together. For a moment, you both stand there, just holding each other, finding solace in the simple act of being there for one another.

“I missed you” he whispers into your ear, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. 

You can feel your cheeks flushing red, grateful that he can't see your reaction with your face buried in his chest. You nuzzle your head against his sturdy pectorals, seeking comfort in his embrace, and he chuckles softly at the movement.

“I missed you too,” you murmur, looking up into his eyes. His tired gaze meets yours, and for a moment, time seems to stand still. You think you catch a hint of longing in his eyes, but you're not entirely sure. There's a depth to his gaze, a hidden emotion that leaves you yearning to unravel the mystery of his thoughts. 

Still holding you close, he presses you gently against his body, and you can feel the steady rhythm of his heart. His embrace is both protective and tender, making you feel safe and cherished. 

The world outside fades away, and it's just the two of you, lost in the comfort of each other's arms.

You feel your body relax in his embrace, the tension of the day melting away. And then, in a playful gesture, you give him a gentle pinch on his side, right above his hips. 

He jumps slightly, letting out a surprised, yet endearing, small shriek.

“I got your package” you giggle, pointing towards the new phone charging on the couch table. It's your way of breaking the momentary intensity, adding a touch of light-heartedness to the air.

He adjusts his head, following your gaze to the living room, where the package lies.

“Ah, right,” he says, his lips curving into a soft smile. “I hope you like it, princess” he adds, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. 

But as he utters the last word, your body tenses, and a wave of discomfort washes over you. His hand on your back feels heavy, and you take a step back, trying to create some distance.

He notices the sudden change in your demeanor and takes a concerned step forward, studying your face for any sign of distress. His playful expression fades as he sees pain and agony etched on your features. 

You struggle to find your voice, your body still frozen in place, as if trapped in a moment of overwhelming vulnerability.

The room feels suffocating, and you try to take a deep breath, but your lungs refuse to cooperate. 

Your heart pounds in your chest, each beat resonating with fear and unease. 

Your mind races, unable to escape the grip of rising panic. 

In that moment, you feel like a deer caught in headlights, unable to flee from the intensity of his gaze. 

His concern only amplifies your discomfort, making it harder to find the words to explain what's wrong.

You realize you've been holding your breath, and you force yourself to exhale, hoping to dispel the growing tension within you. 

But the freckles of a panic attack linger, threatening to engulf you in their overwhelming embrace.

Jimin takes another step closer, his hands reaching out gently, as if trying to touch the pain you're hiding inside. But you step back again, creating more distance between you. 

It's not that you don't appreciate his concern; it's just that you're not ready to confront the tumultuous emotions swirling within you.

As the tears flow freely down your cheeks, your voice trembles with each syllable, making it difficult to articulate your feelings. 

Jimin's grip on your shoulders loosens, his concern evident in the furrowed lines on his forehead. “I–, I'm sorry,” you manage to stammer out, your breath still uneven. 

“It's just... a horrible memory came over me.”

Jimin's eyes soften with understanding, and he pulls you gently into a comforting hug, allowing you to bury your face in his shoulder. His embrace feels warm and secure, offering solace and safety in the midst of your turmoil.

As you regain control of your breath, you find yourself locking eyes with Jimin, his gaze filled with concern and regret. 

The atmosphere is charged with emotions, and you can feel the electricity between you two. Your boldness surprises even yourself, but it's as if a newfound courage has taken hold of you in this vulnerable moment.

“That's what he called me,” you repeat, your voice steadier now. “It's a trigger, I guess...” you gulp the realization down your throat as you try to regain composure.

Jimin's eyes soften, and he nods understandingly, his hands gently holding yours, reassuring you that he's there for you.

“I didn't know,” Jimin repeats, his voice soft and remorseful. “I would never intentionally hurt you, Y/N.”

“I know you wouldn't, Jiminie” you say, your voice wavering slightly. “It's just that... that word brought back memories I've been trying to forget.”

“I'm so sorry you had to go through that,” he says, his voice filled with empathy. 

“You don't have to face this alone” with his presence, the haunting feeling starts to subside, and you find comfort in his unwavering support. You're grateful for the breathing technique you learned in therapy, but it's Jimin's presence that truly grounds you. 

Jimin's hand finds its way to your cheek, gently caressing it as he looks at you with unwavering support. 

“I'm here for you, Y/N. You can tell me anything, and I'll do my best to understand and help.”

His words resonate deep within your soul, making you realize how lucky you are to have him in your life. Despite the pain, there's a warmth in knowing that Jimin genuinely cares about you and wants to be there for you.

As you lock eyes with him, you feel a surge of affection and gratitude. 

“Thank you” you whisper, feeling the weight of your vulnerability lessen with each passing moment. Jimin's embrace tightens, pulling you into him as if he never wants to let you go. 

“You don't have to thank me,” he murmurs, his voice filled with tenderness. 

“I'll always be here for you, no matter what.”

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Arcane/Cloak and Dagger au

Viktor is Cloak, Mel is Dagger. Viktor is gender weird in the middle of transitioning. him and Sky are childhood friends and are entering extremely weird territory in their relationship. Mel is dating Jayce. Viktor was semi recently adopted as Dr Reveks son, and Dr Revek is working for Ambessa. Mel and Viktor met through their parents and are now in a situation where they have to feed on each other to survive and also stop their parents from hurting more people. they don't like each other very much.

Viktor was homeless for a while and the abandoned church he lived in becomes their meet up place. Kino isn't dead he just went off to college and doesn't get home to visit often. Sky is very uncomfortable with the new beautiful woman Viktor is spending so much time with, no matter how many times Viktor tells her he's just not interested in women because obviously that doesn't make her feel better because she wants him to be at least a bit bisexual so he could be interested in her and if he's not attracted to the most beautiful women she's even seen then clearly she has no chance.

Jayce and Viktor meet like three times and have no relationship. this is crucial. One of these times was Viktor saving Jayces life, so Jayce has a hero worship crush in his hero identity, but Viktor hasn't noticed. Mel think this is extremely funny

unlike in marvel, Viktor's darkforce has limited healing properties to slow down the damage wounds can do and Mel's lightforce does shields rather than daggers. if Viktor is away from Mel for to long he starts becoming more corpse like and if Mel is away from Viktor for to long she essentially starts catching on fire. they have two days tops on their own, but Viktor starts feeling the affects harder because of his pre-existing health issues, so despite the codependency they are not equal. Mel also has the option of going to live with her brother when getting her mother arrested, but Viktor would just go back out on the streets, so they start butting heads on how to deal with the issue. they both want to help people and make the world a better place, but have different views on how to get there, but also literally cannot live without each other.

on top of trying to stop their parents from nebulous evil actions, Viktor plays street hero with Sky as his back up and Mission Control. Mel eventually joins in because if he dies she will shortly follow bt winds up enjoying it despite herself. Sky is the only person who knows their secrets and is being driven into an utter tizzy. Mel is considering looping in Elora, but doesn't want to put her in danger because her family is also in close proximity to nebulous evil actions

Sky, a baby bisexual, looking at the two powerful creatures she's stuck in the middle of :). She plays Evita's role from the tv show

Eventually they end up defeating the big nebulous evil(the black rose in some form probably). Sky gets a portion of both of their powers and her and Viktor somehow get a lot of money and go to a fancy college, and become famous scientists, and help a lot of people with their medical and environment technology work, while Mel decides to become an artist rather than going into law like she always planned, and starts dating Elora, who almost died during the main plot which it made her rethink her priorities, and Elora goes to college with Sky and Viktor, and all four of them live within a couple blocks of each other forever. Sky and Viktor are not together romantically because he is aro-ace, and Sky goes through a lot of different partners, before deciding she's actually married to her work and the concept of science.

Jayce eventually joins Sky and Viktor's research team, rekindles a friendship with Mel, though they never get back together because she's married to Elora, and get the entire plot dumped on his head after a few drinks. He then tries to suffocate himself with a pillow, because he still has a poster of Cloak on his wall, he drew himself after that one time he saved him, and now Viktor is laughing

[staytinyville]

Stay Alive (14)

BTS poly!ot7 x Reader

Magical Creatures AU

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A/N NOT BETA READ (I did try the best to my ability) As normally! I love all your expressions over the whole chapter. Keep them coming! I love you guys!

While looking over some papers having to do with Jungkook and Namjoon, the other nurses were sitting around your desk area, idly working. Another nurse had walked in and started giving out trays of food meant for the patients. You gave her a thankful smile when she handed you Namjoon’s food. Jungkook had to get his nutrients through an IV due to him still being in a coma. 

“Eun Ae.” You heard the lunch nurse speak up. “You have to take Min Yoongi his food.” She told the other lady. 

You looked up from gathering your things, noticing it was the nurse who stormed out of Yoongi’s room the first day you met him. She gave the cup given to him a deadly glare before crossing her arms in defiance. 

“No!” Eun Ae sneered. “I refuse to see him.” She gave you a look. “Tell the new girl to do it.”

You raised your brows the moment they all turned to look at you. You gripped Namjoon’s food tray tighter from all the eyes. But lucky you, the nurse decided to spare you the attention. 

“The new girl isn't Yoongi's nurse.” She glared at Aun Ae. 

“Well I say she is now.” Eun Ae answered aggressively. She shoved some papers on her desk to the side, picking up the other lunch trays given to her. “I am done with his tantrums and sour personality. He is the devil's favorite and I don't need that kind of energy.” With that she strutted off to visit her other patients. 

The nurse turned around to face you with an irritated expression. However it wasn’t directed towards you with the way she sighed to calm herself before speaking to you.”(Y/N)?” She called. “Would you be a dear and take this to Min Yoongi. He's in room 2.”

“Yes.” You spoke up. She handed you his tray, filled with only a styrofoam cup with a straw on the side. 

The lid kept you from seeing what kind of drink it was but it must have been some kind of smoothie from how heavy it made the tray. From over the cap., you could easily make out the red color that swished around inside. 

“Is this it?” You frowned when you noticed how much more Namjoon seemed to have. You moved Yoongi’s cup onto Namjoon’s tray in order to not struggle so much. 

“Yes?” The nurse frowned, confused. “Why do you ask?”

“Well it's just a drink.” You explained. 

The nurse suddenly looked at you oddly. She was trying to figure out if you were serious or truly not in the loop about the whole thing. “Do you not know why he's here?”

“No?” You told her, tilting your head. “He's not my patient.”

“Right. Right.” She said, nodding her head. “Well that's because it's what he eats.” She added with a shrug.

“Just a drink?” You asked incredulously. 

“(Y/N),” She turned back to you with a questionable look. “Do you not know he's a v-”

“Hui Geom!” Someone rushed into the office, panting. “Mina won't stop screaming!” They called in a rush, hands covering their ears. 

“Aish, that girl.” Hui Geom didn’t get to finish what she was going to tell you. 

You sighed to yourself, deciding it best to just move on with your day. With Yoongi’s room being one of the first you would come across, you found it easier to just drop off his one cup. You knocked on the door–as one should–before entering when there was shuffling on the other side. The lights were turned off as usual the moment you walked in. 

“Yoongi?” You called out. “I got your food.” The night light from last time you were in his room was suddenly turned on and you could make out his silhouette walking over to you. 

Your lips pulled into a smile as you could make out his round cheeks and fluffy hair. When he was close enough, you handed him the regular size cup. He grabbed it from the bottom, trying to avoid touching your fingers. 

“Ya know, I don't think just a smoothie is very healthy.” You explained to him. 

His hands were quick to cover the lid, turning around to avoid you staring at it. “It's what I eat.” He shrugged.

“What is it?” You asked as he took a sip from the straw. 

With him turned from you, you hadn’t seen how his eyes rolled to the back of his head or how black veins turned up under them and stretched down halfway to his cheeks. 

“Cherry?” He spoke without thinking. He lightly turned to you, the dark room keeping you from seeing his face fully. “You just going to watch me eat?” He asked when he noticed you were still standing in the room. 

You tried to keep from frowning. His words stung but he didn’t mean them in a harsh way. He probably just didn’t like when people watched him eat like you knew a lot of others did. 

“Oh, would you like for me to leave?” You asked him, feet shuffling around. 

Your eyes were downcasted down, making Yoongi feel upset about making you leave the room. However he knew that he couldn’t have you watch him eat. He turned into a monster when he would eat. He knew you had no clue about their existence and he would rather keep it that way for the time being. 

Seeing you look so sad over leaving his room, had him speaking before he realized it. “I'll go get you when I'm done.” He spoke up, causing you to look at him.

“That's fine, I guess.” You smiled softly. He felt relieved you understood. Hopefully you just thought he didn’t like when people watched him eat. And that was exactly what you had been thinking. 

Just as you went to turn around and open the door, someone swung it open without knocking.

“Hyung!” Taehyung cried out, rushing forward without a care and turning on the lights. Both yours and Yoongi’s eyes squinted before they adjusted to the new scene. 

“I accidentally exploded while working with my energy and I gave myself a really bad gash.” The boy was holding onto his shit to keep it off his skin. “Jungkook obviously can’t lick it so can I have some of your bloo-” His eyes went wide when they landed on you.

“Oh. Hi, Jagiya.” Taehyung dropped his shirt, arms still held at a length away. There was a goofy smile on his face but you could see how he panicked inside by glancing between you and Yoongi. 

“Hi, Taehyung?” You questioned, eyes drifting to his torso that he seemed to avoid touching. 

He held his arms at his side but didn’t let them rest. He was probably in pain from the injury he supposedly got and didn’t want to touch it. 

“Why don't you ask Hobi?” Yoongi sighed, walking closer to the boy.

“You know he can't heal me.” Taehyung said pointedly. 

“Taehyung, your nurse is supposed to take care of your injuries.” You butted in, hands moving to hold onto Taehyung. “Let me see.” As your fingers moved to the bottom of his shirt, he allowed you to softly shift it up. 

You gasped, almost letting go of the fabric. You crochet down in front of him, trying to get a closer look at the injury. It covered the entirety of Taehyung's left side starting from just under his armpit down to waist. It looked like he had tried to move out of whatever hit him so it only caused a scrape. 

Due to this it did look like Tarhyung had just fallen onto cement on his side. However the thing that worried you was that it didn’t look like a regular scrap that would boil over with blood. The injury was black as his skin looked bruised as well. 

“How did you do this?” You asked incredulously. “What kind of injury even is this?” You wanted to touch his skin to get a better look but went against it for fear of hurting the man.

Yoongi sighed behind you as he leaned back from inspecting it. “I got it, (Y/N).” He told you, taking a hold of your body and moving you towards the door. “Thank you for the food, but give me a moment and I'll heal him.” He explained. 

His hand moved down to comfort you but the moment it touched your skin you flinched back. “Your hand is freezing.” You gasped, taking a hold of it. You brought it up to your mouth to blow on it and warm them up between your own. However, as your fingers danced down to his wrists you realized the rest of his arm was cold. 

You shook your head as you convinced yourself it was probably just the air conditioning. Like how Namjoon’s body was hot because of the shower. Your mind was playing tricks on you again. 

“Also how do you know how to heal Tae?” You shook your head, eyebrows furrowed as you looked up at him.

“Yes, my skin is cold.” Yoongi spoke quickly, softly punching you outside into the hallway. “Now if you'll excuse us.” He avoided your last question. You were brought out your stupor when the door clicked shut.

With Namjoon’s food tray in hand, you went back over what Taehyung had said. He mentioned Jungkook, but knew that he wouldn’t be of help because the boy was asleep. However his words did leave you stumped.

“Why would Jungkook lick him?”

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[polyamships]

[ID: a banner with a light blue background. On the left a heart outline with an infinity symbol intertwined in a darker blue. To the bottom right, dark blue text with a thin black outline that reads: Multiamory March 2025 in all caps. Under that it reads: March 1st - March 31st. /End ID]

This is the seventh post to help expand on the prompts for anyone who needs a little more to go on than just one word. We hope these ideas help inspire people, but they are only a jumping-off point and there will of course be plenty more interpretations we didn’t think of!

March 19th — Polycule Groupchat

How does the polycule group chat look like? Who created it? Or maybe it was a friend group chat and they got together thanks to that. What about having polyamorous negotiations via group chat? Maybe they're organizing something important and shenanigans ensue. Perhaps they discuss adding someone new to the group chat or it's a chatfic with the immediate aftermath after someone has been added. What about situations where characters talk about one of them while they're not active in the chat and they come back to nice messages? What about situations where they come back to drama?

March 20th — Time travel

This can be about traveling back in time to fix something: does it go well? Do they accidentally mess things up? Do they purposefully mess things up? What if everything that can go wrong goes wrong? A different angle could be time travel where there's a different configuration of a polycule in every iteration? And what about time loops? Is one of the members of the polycule stuck in one? Are all of them? Do they think they're alone in the time loop or do they work together to break it? What about getting together during the time loop?

March 21st — Dreams

This could be about dreaming of being in a polycule with certain characters or dreaming of someone specific being part of an already existing polycule. What about a memory in a dream repeating itself over and over again? Dreams as a connection to the Underworld: being visited by the ghosts of dead lovers literally or metaphorically. What about non-human AUs where they can visit each other in dreams?

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Our sixth Alt Prompt is…

Alt Prompt #7: BTS - Blood, Sweat and Tears MV

This is a spell that will punish me

This could be about being drawn to something or someone intoxicating and irresistible, even if it might lead to pain or downfall. Maybe it's about the temptation of getting involved with a polycule that might not be a great fit in the long term but feels rewarding at the moment. Perhaps you will feel inspired to write about the band itself. You can use the lyrics as inspiration or you can toy around with the aesthetics in the video.

Watch the music video here.

ID: A light blue poster for “Multiamory March 2025,” with the dates “March 1st - March 31st” displayed under it. At the top are two interlocking heart-shaped infinity symbols.

The central image is a scene from the "Blood Sweat & Tears" music video, where the 7 members of BTS are dressed in ornate, baroque-style outfits, sitting in an elegant, vintage-style room with chandeliers, luxurious curtains, and classical artwork.

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The rest of the prompts can be found in the full prompts post here

[peregrineroad]

B5: 3: 16-19

Sheridan's irritation at being caught up in these events is wonderful. Fighting a great cosmic war, sure, he's on board, but time loops? Grand theft space station? The fact that he's a bit of a conspiracy buff and presumably has spent time wondering about what happened to B4 makes his discovery that he stole it funnier.

It's a bit of a shame he doesn't get to do more active plot-relevant stuff here, actually, especially since *spoilers* either he doesn't properly remember the flash-forward or we end up in a plothole zone re:Londo. There might be a fun fixit AU in something bringing those memories back post series (assuming that they're gone, which seems to be the only thing that makes sense).

But this is Sinclair's last ride, really. I believe there was some bts stuff leading to Garibaldi not getting to see Sinclair again, but it was moving anyway--the figuring out the password stuff was an effective little character device.

Londo stuff! His villain speech was very believable--first-time watchers would presumably have no reason NOT to believe it--and very in-line with his angry/defensive attitudes of the last few seasons. Which makes the switch to openness once the Keeper is asleep so striking! He's recognizably himself, but he's clearly come a long way in the time he's had. And while he's pained and sorrowful, he's not broken or hopeless. Sheridan's horror for him, even though they've been at odds almost the whole time they've known each other, is sweet.

The death scene...T_T. G'Kar looking down at him, so steady, so grave, and the look of relief on Londo's face...Also, that Londo gave a whole speech about why he has to die now and why it's for the best, which comes across as a kind of reassurance...

It's interesting that everything he says is basically about his death and why it's inevitable and necessary, though. The 'unfinished business' and Sheridan and Delenn's survival are the only tacit reasons he gives for G'Kar sacrificing himself. Does he expect G'Kar to survive after all? Is it understood between them that if the Keeper kills Londo, G'Kar's death is assured too? Or does he just know that G'Kar is ready, devoted enough to the greater good or to Londo personally that they can take it as read that he's willing to do this? G'Kar is a talky guy, so his silence here is striking.

I'm not sure when the Vorlons got there for 'Valen's' introduction. Must have missed something there.

Walkabout: I see what @laylainalaska means about the show not really knowing what to do with characters not active in the A plot this season, both with Stephen here and Garibaldi next ep. I'm never very invested in romance-of-the-week subplots, but I thought this would have worked fine in a different episode in a different, slower part of the season. Stephen and the lady had reasonable chemistry and Stephen's 'finding himself on walkabout' is reasonably interesting. The doppelganger metaphor even fits thematically with the doubling of Kosh, 'Kosh', and Sheridan. But it's just so much less tense than the A-plot that momentum instantly vanishes.

However, I still loved the episode. G'Kar seems to be struggling to balance his new openness to various perspectives with his old brash authority. It's almost a shame his marshaling of the League isn't shown on screen, but it's so awesome. Big damn heroes! And THIS was a perfect use of Garibaldi.

Grey 17 is Missing: I believe this is notoriously one of the weaker episodes, and...yes. I actually really liked the set-up--it's a bit implausible, but I love the idea of a spooky missing floor and I loved how Garibaldi found it. The little cult and the random monster didn't really live up to that, which makes me wonder what would? I'd be delighted by a mini-horror story set on Babylon 5, although at this point I think it would need to either be related to the myth arc in SOME way, or have multiple characters involved and progress their relationships. Random events plots don't really work at this stage in the season.

The politics and resolution of the Neroon stuff was all fine, though. I liked that even though he was clearly over the line, his concerns really did make sense.

[read-write-thrive]

five things you'll most likely find in my fics !!

thank you @arrow-jsy for the tag :)

Not actually being fics: if you count my rambling tumblr posts about weird AUs or ideas that I have thought about too much but won't actually write as fics then they are 1000% the majority of my works lmao

There are OCs abound: my DBDA fics have Goo OCs, friends from when the boys were alive, extras from Niko and Crystal's lives, and almost everyone has family member OCs. like, one of my WIPs is so far literally all OCs. I might have a problem (/j bc OCs are valid and loved in these parts!!! OCs are how I started writing fanfic and do not deserve the hate they get imo)

If they're not OCs, then they're certainly in a new world: I swear I've done a band kid AU, Jane Austen AU, and trans!MC AU for literally every single fandom I've ever written for and I really wish I was kidding,,, I've only got one of those published (shoutout to Honor and Masculinity aka my zukka Pride & Prejudice AU) on AO3 but the band kid AUs are a constant on this blog lmao

There is perhaps too much attention to detail: unfortunately for me I have a serious case of must-research-everything. if you're ever wondering about a plot decision I've made (or an OC I've mentioned, or a character's name meaning, or the ancestry of any of the characters...) literally just ask--I can guarantee that I spent time wondering/researching that exact thing before posting. this is quadruply true if it's historical in any way, which makes writing for dbda even more fun (but also even more complicated) for me lol

They're unfinished: I swear I've completed all of four fics total in my 12 years of fic writing, once I get distracted I literally forget they exist... sorry to anyone who is waiting on an unfinished work of mine (you should 100% ask about them to remind me to write/update !!!)

not tagging ppl bc I'm out of the loop on tagging games so idk who has/hasn't been tagged but if you want to do this go for it!!!!!

fun fact: in looking over my own works again I've found that they're pretty evenly split bt smut, trauma, and fluff, (13, 14, 12 out of my 33 completed and WIP fics) so that's kinda neat

[vantewanderlust]

dimple | KTH & MYG

Yoongi can’t escape the sting of those words. No matter how many times they echo in his head, they remain incomprehensible. How could she say she doesn’t love him anymore? They were supposed to be forever, weren’t they? A decade together, the wedding just weeks away… But she’s gone, leaving him with nothing but questions and a shattered future. 

Just as he’s on the edge of a breakdown, there’s a knock on the door. He opens it to a man—blonde hair, face flushed with fury. Fury he recognises too well.

In a matter of seconds, Taehyung, the man standing before him, offers him a vacant room in his apartment. 

Yoongi, heart heavy and mind spinning, says yes. 

What else is there to do when the world has gone completely mad, except go mad himself?

✧.* Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Min Yoongi;

✧.* Warnings: roomate au; fluff; romance; eventual +18; explicit language; eventual smut; taehyung is bissexual; yoongi is bissexual; non-idol au; friends to lovers.

✧.* Theme song: Dimple by BTS.

"You hide but only appear when you smile Where did you come from? Don't lie, I know you're an angel What are you?"

Prologue.

“I don’t love you anymore. I want to be with him.” 

Words.

Knifes.

Daggers.

Heartbreak.

Words.

They replayed in his mind, over and over, as if they were an endless loop he couldn’t escape.

The clock on the wall ticked slowly, mocking him with each second that passed, each one driving the pain deeper. He should’ve been excited, planning their future, preparing for the wedding that was just weeks away. 

But now, all he had were the fragments of a life he thought would last forever.

What a fucking misery.

She had been everything to him—the love of his life, right? Or was she the person he had loved the most until now? He couldn’t really tell. Not anymore. 

They had shared so much, built so many memories together, all leading to this moment. 

She was gone. 

Just like that. 

With another man.

How could she do this? 

How could she just walk away from him so easily?

He stood up, his legs unsteady, as if the ground beneath him no longer felt solid. His eyes wandered to the framed photo on the shelf—her smiling face, their hands intertwined, the promise of forever in her eyes. It mocked him now, a cruel reminder of what he had lost.

He tried to think of something—anything—that made sense, but his mind was clouded with confusion and pain. 

What had he missed? 

What had gone wrong? 

They were happy, weren’t they? 

They had talked about marriage, about growing old together. 

And now? 

Now, she was with him. 

Whoever him was.

Yoongi dragged a hand through his hair, a frustrated growl escaping his lips. No matter how many times he replayed that conversation, the words were still there, searing into his soul.

She had left him.

And he didn’t know how to make sense of it.

The house—her house—felt like a suffocating prison. 

Yoongi’s eyes scanned the space, the walls feeling cold, sterile, and too quiet. He was supposed to be gone in days, but the weight of it all pressed down on him, relentless and overwhelming. 

He thought he could handle it. 

He thought he could walk away with some semblance of control. 

But there was nothing—no direction, no plan, no idea where to even start. 

He was standing in the middle of a life he didn’t recognise, and he couldn’t breathe. 

The irony was maddening. 

He had money, enough to stay somewhere else, to find a new place, but it didn’t matter. The thought of apartment hunting in Seoul, where the market is more a maze than a system, filled him with a dread he couldn’t shake. 

He couldn’t just throw himself into it like some desperate search for a fresh start. 

Nothing felt fresh. 

Not there, not at that moment. 

Not without her.

The air felt too thick, suffocating, as if he were trying to breathe underwater. 

Every plan he might have had for the future had crumbled, leaving him with the cold reality of being lost in a city that had never seemed more alien to him.

Just as he thought he might collapse under the weight of it all, a sharp knock echoed through the house.

His head snapped up, heart racing, as though the sound had yanked him out of the fog clouding his mind. He stumbled toward the door like wading through mud.

He was exhausted. 

When he opened it, a man stood on the other side—blonde hair, his face flushed with what looked like fury. 

The stranger glared at him, his eyes wild, almost desperate.

“I need to speak with Minjun.” He demanded, his voice tight with urgency.

Yoongi blinked, disoriented. Minjun? The name didn’t register. He didn’t know the man. 

But the tension radiating from him, the way his fists clenched at his sides, all of it screamed trouble.

Without thinking, Yoongi’s hand tightened around the door handle. For a moment, everything froze. His mind raced, and instinct kicked in, sharp and defensive.

“No one by that name lives here.” Yoongi muttered, his voice rough with exhaustion as he started to close the door.

The man stepped forward, his anger flaring like a live wire. “Don’t lie to me.” He snapped, his voice rising. “I know he’s here. I know he’s…”

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed. 

This wasn’t his problem. 

He didn’t owe this guy anything. 

And the last thing he needed was to get caught up in someone else’s mess. 

“Get lost.” He growled, pressing hard against the door.

The man stared at him for a long moment, his eyes burning with frustration, before he moved.

Yoongi barely had time to react before he barged in, a force of raw fury shoving the door wide open. The stranger stumbled forward, eyes blazing, and for a moment, Yoongi froze, unsure whether to step back or hold his ground.

“Where the hell is he?!” His voice was sharp, full of accusation, as he scanned the room frantically. “That bastard has been hiding in here, hasn’t he? I know what’s going on. You think I don’t know? He’s been screwing his secretary and now he’s hiding out here like some coward!”

The words struck him like a slap, his mind racing as the pieces began to fall into place. 

Minjun. 

That was his name.

Right.

Obviously.

Yoongi’s stomach churned, the silence between them thick and suffocating. 

The man’s rage filled the room, but all Yoongi could feel was the bitter taste of betrayal rising in his throat.

“Minjun’s not here.”

Yoongi hesitated, his mind spinning, before his lips parted, and he forced the truth out. “I... I’m the fiancé…” The word felt foreign on his tongue, like it didn’t belong to him anymore. He swallowed hard, and with a bitter laugh, he corrected himself. “Ex-fiancé. Of his... secretary.”

The words hung in the air between them, heavy and unmoving. 

The man froze, his posture stiffening as realisation dawned on him. 

The rage in his expression flickered, like a flame struggling to hold on before it finally began to dim. 

A suffocating silence followed, stretching endlessly as neither of them found the words to break it.

To break even more their broken hearts.

“Minju’s not here.” Yoongi repeated, his voice barely above a whisper, the words sounding more like an admission than an answer. 

An admission of the pain.

For a moment, it felt like all the tension had drained away, leaving only exhaustion and the quiet ache of shared betrayal. 

Yoongi exhaled deeply, dragging a hand through his hair as the full weight of everything he’d been avoiding came crashing down on him.

“I don’t know where they are.” He muttered, finally breaking the silence. His voice sounded worn, even to himself. “Anna and Minjun… God knows where they’re staying. All I know is, they’re not here.” He glanced around the room, the space that had once felt like home now reduced to a unfamiliar shell. “The only person in this house is me. And I’m just… trying to figure out how to pack up my life and get out of here since this is her place.”

He paused, his words catching in his throat as the reality of his situation settled in, heavy and immovable. “I don’t even have anywhere to go.”

He couldn’t stop.

He was saying it out loud for a stranger to hear.

But he just couldn’t stop.

The man standing before him kept watching, his posture rigid but his expression softening, if only slightly. 

The fiery anger that had consumed him minutes ago had disappeared, replaced by something quieter, something hesitant. 

He crossed his arms, his gaze narrowing as if he was turning over an idea in his mind.

“I have a spare room.”

What?

“Excuse me?”

“Look.” He continued, his tone begrudging. “This is probably the worst idea I’ve ever had, but…” He hesitated, visibly weighing his next words before finally pressing on. “I’ve got an extra room at my place. It’s not much, but it’s better than nothing, I suppose.”

Yoongi blinked, thrown off guard. “You’re offering me a place to stay?”

“I guess I know what it’s like to have your life ripped out from under you.” He shrugged. “I’m not saying we’re going to be friends or anything, but you need a place, and I’ve got space. Take it or leave it.”

Yoongi stared at him, the offer hanging in the air like a lifeline he wasn’t sure he could grab. 

His instincts screamed at him to say no, to refuse out of pride or sheer disbelief. 

But the truth was, he had no options. 

Actually he had, but he didn’t want them.

He just wanted to sleep.

To rest.

To cry.

And maybe, just maybe, being around someone who understood even a fraction of what he was feeling wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

Yoongi finally exhaled slowly, the knot in his chest loosening ever so slightly.

“…Alright.” He said, his voice steadier than he felt. “I’ll take it.”

The man nodded once, sharp and decisive. “Good. Pack your stuff. I’ll wait.” He turned toward the door but paused before stepping out. “By the way… I’m Taehyung.”

“Yoongi.” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Taehyung didn’t say anything in return, but there was a faint flicker of something—understanding, maybe—in his expression as he stepped out, leaving Yoongi alone in the quiet house. 

The silence no longer felt quite as suffocating as it had before.

What else is there to do when the world has gone completely mad, except go mad himself?

[arcielee]

Interview With a Writer

Thank you so much @inthedayswhenlandswerefew​ for allowing me to pick your brain again, and giving us a glimpse into your process for your amazing stories. 💜  

This series is near and dear to my heart, completely self-indulgent, but I am glad others are enjoying it too. You can look over the masterlist to see the other amazing authors I have spoken with; this series is just a BTS of some of the talented minds on Tumblr and ao3.     

Name: inthedayswhenlandswerefew

Story: Now I’m Covered in You

Paring: HotD/War of the Roses AU Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Rating/Warning: Language, sexual content (18+), dubious consent, miscarriage, pregnancy, childbirth, violence, warfare, murder, alcoholism, sexism, infidelity, illness, death, only vaguely historically accurate, lots of horses!

Where did the plot for Now I’m Covered in You come from?  I’ve always, always, always loved British history. I’ve read countless books (mostly nonfiction, some fiction) about it and when I studied abroad in college, out of a hundred possible locations I chose to go to the United Kingdom. London is still my favorite place on Earth and I would love to live there someday. It’s truly where I feel like I belong. NICIY is definitely inspired by my love of British history (especially Renaissance-era) as well as two phenomenal television series: The Tudors and The White Queen.

I had the idea for NICIY but was still warring with it—I desperately wanted it to just go away so my life could be nice and simple, haha!—when I was driving to work listening to my Spotify playlist. I have a long commute, about 40 minutes, so I listen to a LOT of Spotify. And Taylor Swift’s song Ivy came on and I was like…about to drive off the road it hit me so hard. It struck every chord of this story and made it louder, unignorable. The forbidden pining. The wintery, mournful, timeless quality. The idea of someone growing over you and through you, like ivy, and turning you into a whole new version of yourself. And ivy (the plant) is indomitable, it’s very difficult to get rid of and it ends up destroying a lot of other foliage. The love that Aemond and Ivy share is like that, but Ivy herself is too. She’s adaptive, resilient, and…under the right circumstances…a bit ruthless. She was always going to survive. What is your planning process? How do you know the steps that need to unfold? I really adore foreshadowing. But I have to be careful because there are a few people (like @aemcndtargaryen​) who have this superpower where they seem to be able to latch onto EVERY little hint. So I'm always working on perfecting that balance between foreshadowing and being the right amount of mysterious!

My planning process always starts with a chapter list. For each chapter—starting with the last few and then looping back to the first one—I give it a name and a few key words to remind myself of which major events go where. Then as phrases, scenes, and conversations occur to me, I write them non-chronologically. 

For example, one of the first parts of NICIY that I wrote was the miscarriage in Chapter 3 and the disjointed exchanges between Aemond and Ivy as she’s floating in and out of consciousness. I fill in the gaps when it’s time to publish each chapter. I think this helps me maintain a consistent thread of foreshadowing that runs throughout the story because when there’s a certain metaphor or phrase that I like, I’ll go ahead and drop it into every chapter where I think it’ll end up fitting, and then tweak it later if necessary. 

But honestly, there are a lot of aspects of writing that I still can’t really explain. Sometimes a phrase will pop into my head and I’m thinking “what??” and then, weeks later, I finally see how it fits in the design. It’s all rather mystical in a neat sort of way. Explain your interpretation of Aemond. What drives him? Why is he the way he is in NICIY? NICIY Aemond is, to me, a mirror image of canon Aemond and also the version of Aemond that appeared in my first HOTD fic, Have You No Idea That You’re In Deep? 

He’s a bit more sensitive, reserved, emotionally intelligent, merciful, and of course poetic. Sir Criston tells Ivy in Chapter 9 that Aemond had changed for the better since she arrived in England, and that is what allows him and Ivy to get their happy ending. NICIY Aemond is affected by his past, but he’s not ruled by it. He is ultimately motivated by the future—by the possibility of having a family with Ivy, and the need for England to be stable in order for that to happen—rather than retribution for past wrongs. So he tends to be less reckless and more forgiving. He does lose his temper at times, he’s still human (and watching your brother be married to the woman you love is stressful), but he tends to be able to move past that wrath quickly and shift to something more productive, for example strategizing or comforting.

However, it must be said: Aemond is rather unhinged when it comes to Ivy, like he behaves in a way that is borderline obsessive. I think that’s a natural consequence of someone who does not connect with 99% of humans finally feeling like he’s found a perfect match that he never believed would exist. But Aemond cares greatly for Ivy’s wellbeing and respects her autonomy/preferences, so it’s a partnership that works.

Was his poem to Ivy a Maggie original? So my main writing medium is fiction, but I do occasionally write poems. I don’t feel especially comfortable with poetry but every once in a while the inspiration strikes and I’ll write like five in a week, and then none for months at a time. They usually fit with one of my stories rather than as standalone pieces, for example the way that “Ivy” only occurred to me because it was an aspect of NICIY. It’s an unapologetically deranged poem, especially in the way that Aemond uses it—he confesses love that he can’t bear to express out loud and then runs away to hide in the chapel—but the sentiment is heartwarming, I think.

What was the inspiration for Ivy?  I spent a lot of time thinking about the values that were instilled in royal women of this time period (1400s) and how different personalities would cope with those pressures. Ivy is (generally) a dutiful wife and does genuinely want to be the mother of a large family, but she’s also more scrappy than a typical princess. I think this has a lot to do with her upbringing. 

Ivy is from Navarre, which was a relatively small and undistinguished kingdom, and we have hints that her family life was a lot less stifling and formal than Nico’s, Kunigunde’s, or Alicent’s. She did a lot of rough-and-tumble activities like sparring and horseback riding, and seems to have genuinely warm relationships with her parents and siblings (Alonzo!!! 😍). She has an innate willfulness and ferocity that Aemond is mesmerized by.

He was instantly attracted to her when she arrived in London—hence being too shy to interact with her—and then when he saw how bravely she handled challenges (Aegon, Daemon, the miscarriages, court gossip) he fell absolutely madly in love with her. Aemond values nothing more than strength in the face of adversity, and he desired AND respected Ivy in a way that transcended anything he’d felt before.

Aemond and Ivy’s first interaction in Chapter 1 is this odd moment because for Ivy, it seems random and confusing (although welcomed), but for Aemond it’s this culmination of a year of all-consuming clandestine longing. Aemond finally talking to Ivy is sort of by chance—he runs into her and is caught off-guard, therefore he hesitates too long to excuse himself gracefully—but he’s also pushed into it by how much she’s suffered in England up until that point. He genuinely feels tremendously sorry for her and feels that she deserves better…and he also feels a drive to protect her from further harm. Aemond wants Ivy to be happy, and that eventually overpowers his paralyzing shyness.

Why do you feel Ivy complements Aemond well? Ivy and Aemond complement each other wonderfully. She is amazed by him—his competence, his beauty—and gives him the tender, protective, unconditional sort of love that he has always craved. Ivy is also not disturbed by Aemond’s disfigurement and has difficulty understanding why Miss Kuni has such trepidation about it in Chapter 6. Ivy can understand the trauma that Aemond carries because she has suffered similarly—in both her miscarriages and in her marriage to Aegon—but she does not consider him limited by it. 

They are equally dutiful yet passionate, and have the capacity to be both extraordinarily gentle and selectively ruthless. They are a bit of a power couple, and accomplish more together than either could separately.

What was the inspiration for the character creation of Kunigunde? Kunigunde—who I always refer to fondly as Miss Kuni, it’s cute but also proper in a way that I think suits her—is the perfect Renaissance-era princess. 

She’s wealthy, she’s honorable, she’s loyal, she’s beautiful, she’s clever, she’s sporty, she’s confident, she’s all the Spice Girls rolled into one. But Aemond feels absolutely nothing for her. This is a manifestation of the fact that Aemond is truly changed by Ivy at this point, and that she has covered him; the old Aemond never would have dreaded a match that was THIS advantageous to the Greens, nor spurned a bride that is supposedly everything he’s always wanted. 

Furthermore, Aemond’s prior sexual experiences (with the exception of Ivy and the Bearskin Rug Incident™️) were not what we would consider to be consensual, and the trauma that he carries from that adds another layer to his inability to be intimate with Miss Kuni, someone that he not only doesn’t have feelings for, but also cannot touch without feeling that he’s betraying Ivy.

Miss Kuni does her absolute best in a terrible situation and demonstrates steadfast loyalty to Aemond and the Greens. This is in part because honor demands it, but it’s also because her upbringing was very different from Ivy’s. 

Kunigunde grew up in a very formal court, and her family was not as warm as Ivy’s; Miss Kuni mentions in Chapter 7 that her family would blame her if her marriage failed, a stark contrast to how Ivy’s family has already plotted to bring her back home after feeling that Aegon wronged her. 

Miss Kuni confronting Daemon also illustrates just how cemented her traditional beliefs are—women aren’t combatants, princesses can’t be harmed—and it ultimately dooms her. But that sacrifice paves the way not only for the Greens’ military victory near Castle Rising, but also the Holy Roman Emperor taking Rhaenyra’s youngest children hostage as revenge for his daughter’s murder, which helps to neutralize Rhaenyra as a threat once the war is over.

Were there any other characters in your story that you enjoyed writing? I always adore writing Aegon. In every fandom, there are a few characters whose voices are so clear and so impactful in my head that their lines just feel like they write themselves. Aegon is like that for me. He is damaging without being malicious, pathetic and yet unpredictably heroic at times, weirdly insightful but also a dumb babygirl. I just love, love, love writing him. Especially since the Aegon who exists to me is Tom Glynn-Carney’s more nuanced and sympathetic interpretation, not the HOTD show canon version.

I also really enjoyed writing Nico. She is light and bubbly and enthusiastic and innocent, and compulsively honest in a way that is cringey for the royal family but hilarious to us readers. She adds some much-needed levity to an, at times, deeply tragic story. She’s also brave in a way that is sometimes unwise and childlike, which is consistent with her personality.

Lastly: Alonzo, as one wise anon message said, is a vibe.

So, I have to ask, you were “retired” but... Does this mean my “retirement” is over? Well…at the moment…yes. 😂 

I’m a lot more open to new fic ideas now because I’ve learned how impossible it is to predict when inspiration will strike, and I’ve also gained the perspective of what a loss it would have been if I’d never written NICIY. 

I think I’ve accepted that fics are likely just a part of my mental landscape and will be indefinitely. For example, after I finished up NICIY two weeks ago, I immediately dove back into my novel, write 20 pages…and then was assailed by a new fic idea! Of course I tried to ignore it, but as we have all learned, I am not very good at that. 

So a new HOTD fic is on the way! You will know more about that soon…very soon…very very soon… 👀

[sillyunicorn]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers 💫

thank you @mostlymaudlin for the tag <3 tagging @facewithoutheart @martsonmars @cutestkilla and @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

68! Which is…wild. Six of them are songs though.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

126,027 - dang!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily the simon snow series and all for the game. I recently got into young royals so a few there as well, plus one each for a couple other shows I like.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Like rory my top 5 are all andreil! aftg has a large and voracious readership. Better than Sex (4k, T) / Eating Well (1k, T) / Needing/Getting (3k, T) / Friendly Neighborhood Vamp (.5k, T) / Soak up the Sun (.5k, T)

Rest under the cut!

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Usually yes! Sometimes I go through spells of not replying…but I’m grateful for every single kudos and comment, it’s amazing and wonderful <3

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This is tough bc i love me a happy ending and i don’t really do angst anyway lmao. My joke answer is my crack andreil fic Monday, but maybe the real answer is my snowbaz fic+song Breakable bc I left off before things get fully resolved (but it is clearly hopeful imo).

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

The happiEST?? Hmmm. I think my overall Happiest fic might be like, Mon Chou? And Better than Sex. both of those are just like, gooey with happiness. And both have happy endings so I’ll say one of them. Actually from a different approach I’ll say my time loop fic has the happiest ending bc it’s probably the angstiest thing I’ve written haha so the ending is such a relief. 

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have not!! Super grateful for everyone who leaves lovely warm positive comments on my work <3333 

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Not on my own LOL. i do have some M/E fics in my works though thanks to some collabs (see Q13 lol) <3

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I have not! I think about it sometimes….it’s just usually hard for me to imagine a world where all my blorbos live, even though I almost only write AUs…a mystery

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, which is wild!!! I think several of my Vandrew fics and BtS have been translated into russian. Thank you translators, you’re incredible. 

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes!! This was one of my most fun and treasured early fandom experiences with @facewithoutheart and @martsonmars <3 published results include The Chain (i was really just losing my mind in the doc while christina wrote tbh) and The Muse’s Waking which is probably the weirdest thing I’ve ever (partially) written hahah

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Making me chooooooose ugh. Idk man i reread a snowbaz fic today and almost cried and they were my first fandom love so today i’m going to say them <3 

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I recently picked up a fic i abandoned 2 years ago so now i’m like well never say never! But one that’s in my “this is in the past now” pile that i was just thinking about is my andreil Alex Rider (TV) AU. i actually had an idea for how to get around the bit i was stuck on while rewatching Alex Rider the other day sooo…. But likely still abandoned

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think, somewhat incongruously, 1) writing concisely and 2) setting a mood. I think both these things are true in say Weightless (andreil, 1k, T).

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

PLOT. plot is so hard. That’s too broad of an answer so i’ll say, keeping multiple storylines/arcs progressing at once. I don’t do it much. It’s a fun challenge though. I usually write little one-shot, single-conflict fics bc that comes easier for me. 

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Love it. Not fluent in any other language enough to really do it justice but i’d like to.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I think i wrote some hp and some jane austen fic before i ever got into Fandom Proper lol. First published fandom was for the Simon Snow Series <3

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I think the one i’ve gone back to the most is Weightless. I set it in one of my favorite IRL places and it has tender blood drinking so. How could I beat that, really?

[star-my]

Teaser: Vixen

Godmother: Vixen will be released for Jimin's birthday weekend!

Rating: M/18+ (MDNI)

Tags: Jimin x OFC, Mafia AU/ Gang AU, CEO AU, Stray Kids make several appearances, TXT cameos, Smut (Oral (M + F receiving), Fingering, PiV intercourse, Missionary, Loss of Virginity, Aftercare)

TW: Human Trafficking (not by BTS members), Light Violence, Light Medical Issues (a side character has a heart attack but recovers)

Total Word Count: 20k

Part One: 5.7k (Friday, October 13)

Part Two: 8.4k (Saturday, October 14)

Part Three: 6k (Sunday, October 15)

Teaser under the cut (0.6k)

A woman all in black walked purposefully into the old warehouse. Several men and a few women were working busily in the large space, barely looking up at the click of her heels.

The door to the private rooms built into the warehouse swung open with the slight squeak of a hinge needing oil.

Gold eyes scanned over its occupants.

“Where’s Hyunjin?”

“He’s restocking the medical room since he got his new supplies,” answered a man with vermilion hair, stretching from his slump over a computer.

“Thanks, Chan.”

A tall man with long black hair popped out of a side room. “You called, Boss?”

The woman nodded shortly, clapping her hands for attention. “You all know that since Park Wonshik died, Bangtan’s been targeted. Well, the head of Bangtan had a brilliant idea to partner with the Grays, business-level and gang-level, through marriage.

“The head of Gray’s daughter is marrying Park Jimin on Saturday. The other mafia will find out tomorrow. With Bangtan and Gray united, the mafia looking to take over Bangtan may set their sights on smaller game, so we need to be prepared for any backlash against us.

“Minho, you figure out if the others are planning to attack anyone. Hyunjin, find out how much Bangtan has on Stray Kids. Everyone else, get ready for an attack, worst-case scenario.”

“Yes, ma’am!” saluted the eight men in unison. They turned to their tasks, leaving Chan to approach the woman.

“Vix, you sure about this?”

Vixen’s blood-red lips curved in a smile. “Don’t worry, Channie. I have everything under control and I have plans for every variable, just like oppa taught me.”

Chan sighed. “Alright, then. I trust you, Vix.”

“Boss, here’s the file on Shin Ara you wanted.”

“Thanks, Hoseok.”

Jimin took the file and flipped through it.

Good grades, though they slipped the year her mother Aeri died; friendly but only had a handful of close friends- four girls she met in college, four of her father’s employees, and one ex-boyfriend, Lee Minho, whom she was still friendly with. Graduated high school and college with honours, has an arts degree in photography, and had recently purchased a building on the edge of downtown Seoul for a gallery.

Who are you, Shin Ara? Why did you so readily agree to marry a stranger?

Jimin mulled over the possibilities, staring at her picture on the screen before him.

Another knock on the door roused him. “Sir, it’s time for your suit fitting.”

“...You may kiss the bride,” announced Seokjin.

Jimin carefully lifted the veil over Ara’s reddish-brown hair, careful not to mess up her hairdo, and met her eyes with a smile he hoped wasn’t too eager.

Her eyes locked on his, a hint of a smile in their mahogany depths. He smiled back, placing his hand on her cheek, his thumb cupping her jaw. The steady beat of her heart pounded under his thumb as he dipped her slightly, the crowd cheering in celebration.

With a wink at her surprised glance, he swept his thumb over her lips, pressing his own to his thumb.

Seokjin gave him a minuscule nod that he caught out of the corner of his eye. No one else appeared to have caught the faux-kiss, thankfully.

Jimin really didn’t want to have to explain to his teasing brothers that the big, bad mafia boss didn’t want to scare his new bride away.

Sihyeon straightened the train of Ara’s Alexander Wang dress and handed her the bouquet of pink ranunculus. Jimin extended his arm, Ara looped hers through his, and they swept down the aisle.

Jungok caught his eye on the way by, “Don’t forget your promise,” he mouthed.

The promise, in Jimin’s copy of the contract– Jungok’s only stipulation.

Do not let Ara find out that you or I are in the mafia.

Taglist: open | @otome-wandering, @bangtan-famiglia-net ...

[active-mind-15]

10, 17, 30 & 42 for writer's ask game, please? :)

Heyyyy! Thanks for the asks!

10.  Do you set yourself deadlines?

I do not. For my WIPs, I used to try and finish chapters up a week or two after my last update, but now that I'm older and have a lot more things going on in my life right now (consequences of becoming an adult), I don't set deadlines at all. Sometimes I update in a few weeks, but these days it's more like months. But I'm trying not to let so much time pass anymore since I'm getting back into writing. If I feel the need to set deadlines later, maybe I will. For now, no.

17.  What writing habits or rituals do you have?

I always have to put on some music to write. It helps block out the world around me and keeps me immersed in my thoughts. The type of music I listen to varies, but most of the time it's Lofi instrumentals or video game soundtracks. If I find a song that keeps me particularly focused, I will then loop that song until I finish what I'm doing. That's why my Spotify Wrapped will have some weird results in some years. They'll think I'm a big fan of a specific artist when in reality that one song of theirs I looped for five hours is the only thing I've heard from them.

30.  Favourite idea you haven’t started on yet

Since I'm heavily involved with both the KNB and BTS fandoms, I'll give ideas for each!

For KNB, I have two fave ideas. The first one is a sequel to Accidental Siblings that would function more as a slice-of-life one-shot collection, but I have to finish the story first before we move on to that, so the idea is motivating me to finish, lol. The second fave idea is something I think will also be a one-shot collection but based on the headcanons I have of KNB characters playing Sky: Children of the Light. I want it to be Akashi-centric and follow the shenanigans the Teiko gang + Kagami would get up to while having gaming sessions on Sky. The whole concept of the series would be how the game acts as a vehicle for them to get closer and strengthen their friendship in different ways. I even have a name for it; I wanna call it Sky Therapy. I'm already assuming the fic idea is super niche so I'm not expecting much response to it when I finally do get along to starting it. I'm mainly just writing and posting it just for the sake of it and because I want to.

Now, for the BTS one, my fave idea I haven't started on is based on BTS member Jin's song, The Astronaut. Along with that song, Jin created a mascot named Wootteo. This is what Wootteo looks like, for reference.

Wootteo is meant to be an alien, sent to keep us company while Jin is away (The Astronaut was released right before Jin enlisted for mandatory military service). With that being said, I wanted to put a spin on it and create a sci-fi AU set in the very distant future where Jin is a robotics engineer who built Wootteo and gave it to the other six BTS members to keep them company while he was away on an important space expedition. The fic would be told from the perspective of the other six and how they're dealing with both Wootteo's presence and Jin's absence. I do have a deadline for this one, though, because I wanted to drop it on June 5th, which is 7 days before Jin is discharged from the military. I thought the timing would be perfect.

42.  How do you feel about love triangles?

I don't feel this or that about them because I don't read much romance where triangles are involved, but I think they're fine if they're done correctly. Adding love triangles just for the sake of it is tacky. Give me a good reason why the triangle exists in the first place. Give each part of the triangle proper tension and complexity.

Also, some stories claim that something is a love triangle when in reality it's just Person B and C liking Person A or Person B liking Person A and Person A liking Person C. In both scenarios, the triangle is incomplete. Give me REAL pining and unrequited love. Person B has to like Person A while Person A likes Person C and Person C likes Person B. That's where the good shit happens.

Anyway, thanks again for the asks. If anyone else wants to send me some, have a look through and pick some numbers!

[smoothlikealikeasnake]

Strawberry Princess Chapter Eleven “Live a Little More”

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

Genre - Hybrid!Au , Hybrid BTS x Hybrid Reader, fluff, angst, eventual smut, slow burn? , alternative reality , strangers to lovers , strangers to friends, friends to lovers

Warnings - Angst (depressive thoughts?, questions about self-worth, loneliness, anxiety, wants to change), Very angst based for the first half x , fluff, suggestive comments and moments, intimate dancing, Lmk if there’s any more! 💖

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

Previous Next Overview

Just do it, live a little more

Life had started to become a cycle before Y/n met Jungkook and his mates. A cycle she had tried to break by accompanying her friend to the gym but she found it didn’t help, life seemed to fly by around her, all of these brilliant interesting opportunities and stories unfolding infront of her while she was frozen in time, in a time loop. A loop of loneliness, of emptiness, feeling a lack of worth or purpose.

It was scary really, how a few people could change all of that.

Some things couldn’t change though, the overthinking, the anxiety, that pit of loneliness that creeps back up your spine after it’s been sated. Those things will always come back, once the bliss of the day has worn off or the morning after, it lead Y/n to live a life almost afraid of most things around her. Of new opportunity, of surprise and of change, no matter how much she wanted to get out of that dreadful cycle something would hold her back. Maybe it was the fear that if she fell too deep with the pack, they could easily break her heart and she would be in a far worse position than before. But that fear hadn’t done much to stop her, it had already happened, now she was just left with that lingering anxiety under her skin about when she would slip up, when they would stop liking her.

It didn’t mean she didn’t want to change that. She did, oh she did. She wanted something some permanent or atleast semi permanent change that she had made that would silently reassure her of that.

There’s times where schedules will get busy and you won’t be able to meet with who you want too as often or even talk as often because you simply don’t have the time. Those are also the times when those feelings that are sated by glorious company will snake back up your spine and fill your head. Y/n never notices it happening until she’s already buried in them and it’s never something she shares with anyone, no matter how close of a friend they may be. The light drains from her eyes, light circles forming under them and cheeks becoming a duller pink, it feels straining to smile or to keep up with that joy she feels when she’s with the boys. She’d visit her mother at these times, they’d sit in the vast fields outside her home no matter the season and talk, sometimes watch the stars, sometimes even in the rain.

It’s a temporary solution really, she’d feel that warmth again but eventually it would come back and she couldn’t visit everyday so a longing would become present with all of the other feelings. All of that had seemed to disappear when she met the boys, she finally felt warm again, but all good things come with the bad. It had started before she had her day with Namjoon, waking up feeling like she couldn’t drag herself out of bed, tired in a different way. She did feel better for a while after but then schedules got busy and she could see the boys less than before, not that it was anyone’s fault and not that she ever believed it was.

You’d think it would of helped when she noticed they made it all better but it didn’t, she felt shameful, guilty that she had become dependent on them for happiness for a while and all of the negativity that was her life become consumed her again. Depending on someone knowingly is hard after teaching yourself to be independent for so long. Y/n knew she wanted nothing but to be with them all the time but, that shame is often stronger, it meant she tried to push those feelings down but the second she would stop speaking to them she would be reminded that once she left, it was all going to go back to before.

Maybe something new will make it a bit better?

“Hey Kook, do you know if Yoongi has any slots open for a piercing anytime soon?”

“He had a cancellation for tomorrow morning princess, did you want to get a piercing?”

“Yeah I just saw one that looked pretty and want to try something new”

“I’ll take you to the studio with me after the gym tmrw, you should get some sleep princess it’s late 💕”

“Thank you Kook, I’ll see you tmrw, goodnight 💕”

Even small change is scary sometimes, because it can mean your mind is changing, or atleast trying too. It kept Y/n up, it kept her from sleeping until late into the morning hours. She liked to believe it was excitement that kept her awake but was it really?

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“I missed you princess, how did you sleep?” - Jungkook embraced her as soon as she came in, wrapping her up tight and not taking her in before he had done so. She wasn’t as warm as usual, her hair was in a somewhat messy ponytail and her eyes were dull, scent dull too, it did sweeten when he took her in his arms but only a little.

“Good” Liar “How about you Kook?” - Y/n’s voice was slightly raspy and quieter than usual, Jungkook worried she might have been sick but something was telling him she wasn’t. He took her in, she was in some thermal leggings and one of the boys hoodies that she had taken home one time and he would have been flattered and full of pride if it wasn’t for the way she was gripping onto the sleeves harshly. As if it was some sort of lifeline and for the tip of her head, the float of her body and lack of scent she was emitting. He’d seen it before, a few times, on his mates but never on his princess, never even once but maybe he hadn’t been looking hard enough, maybe it had been there and he just didn’t see it.

“Yeah good, you excited to get your piercing?” - Jungkook gave her a gentle smile hoping he’d get one in return but the one Y/n gave wasn’t half as sincere, even though he knew she was trying. He just wanted to scoop her up and take her home, to make it all better and he knew his mates would only want the same. Y/n’s eyes were unfocused and drifting when she replied, it was short and reserved he watched as she sat down, wrapping her arms around herself and looking like she was trying to sink into the hoodie she wore. Y/n looked exhausted, tired in more than one way, she looked like she was barely grasping onto the joy she had before.

Jungkook shot a worried text to Yoongi, who was more knowledgeable in this type of situation, as he had been through it multiple times himself. He’d assured him that he’d see if he could help, but that she may not want their help, she may want to deal with it on her own. Jungkook’s eyes continuously flicked over to Y/n’s small form in the corner throughout his workout, the way she wasn’t fidgeting or watching him at all like usual, and when they left, the way her hand felt limp in his and how she hadn’t fallen asleep in the car.

He felt helpless, and Y/n felt numb. She was just having a really low day, she was sure of it and being with him was making it slightly better even if it didn’t seem like it.

“So what piercing are we doing today kitten” - Time seemed to have blurred together until she was back in the moment, she was at the gym and now she was infront of Yoongi? She knew she had to of been responding but it all felt out of place, she felt out of her own body and she almost looked at him confused, mouth open to respond but nothing falling out for a moment, eyebrows furrowing.

“My bellybutton” - Yoongi was observing her with soft eyes, everything in him screaming to protect her from anything and everything, to just wrap her up and tell her he has her that it’s going to be okay. But instead, he just hummed and pulled out the jewellery options.

“Do you just have your first set on your lobes done? Or anywhere else?” - Y/n shook her head, only having the one pair on her ears, skimming over the options for jewellery infront of her. A pretty silver bar with a crystal on each end was the most appealing to her, Yoongi knew she’d pick that one too.

“When did you decide you wanted it kitten?” - Yoongi kept looking over as he was setting up, getting out the needle and such.

“A few days ago, I thought a change might be nice” - Yoongi hummed in response, getting out a pen for mark-up. While maybe he didn’t agree at this being the best form of change for her to seek out, he didn’t want to interfere because unlike a tattoo, this would heal and disappear if she really wanted it too. Y/n felt disappointed that she hadn’t even taken in the studio when she was coming in, she’d never been here before but Yoongi’s room seemed to fit him, simple and dark but with touches of him everywhere. There was a door to a small balcony as his room was upstairs too.

“Are you busy later?” - Yoongi’s question caught her by surprise, looking at him curiously before shaking her head no

“Come over, I’ve only got 2 appointments after this, I can come pick you up or you can wait here if you’d like” - Y/n’s expression lit up even just a little bit and Yoongi knew he was on the right track.

“I’d like that, I can wait here” - Yoongi gave her a gummy smile before standing up, pen in hand.

“Lift this up for me kitten” - Y/n obliged a bit more life in her eyes at the comforting prospect of spending time with anyone from the pack later, feeling already a bit better. She lifted up enough to see her bellybutton and nearly jumped out of her skin when Yoongi’s cold fingers gently traced over her bellybutton to see about placement. He only chuckled at her, letting her relax again before making the marking with the pen and asking her to check in the mirror.

“Lay down kitten, keep your hoodie up” - Yoongi moved his hands over Y/n’s stomach and maybe let them linger just a second longer than necessary before warning her that the clamp was cold and probably uncomfortable, Y/n didn’t mind much it wasn’t really that bad. It was only when the needle went through that she scrunched up her face, biting her lip from the slight pain while Yoongi shushed her small angry complaint with a laugh. He quickly finished up, pulling the jewellery through and fastening the ball on before reaching behind him and handing Y/n a lollipop he unwrapped for her. She looked at him in confusion but took it, purring at the sweet taste, her ears perking up just a little more. She loved how it looked in the mirror and it really did make her feel a change, maybe it was that or maybe it was going to their home later but she was feeling a bit better.

“It looks really pretty kitten, come on I’ll take you to our break room while you wait hm?” -Y/n followed him with a nod, having to hold herself back from touching the sore spot on her belly. He talked her through the aftercare and healing process until they were there and immediately Y/n found a corner with a beanbag that looked all too appealing. Yoongi didn’t wait long to catch her attention again though, putting a gentle hand on her back.

“I shouldn’t be too long okay? Help yourself to anything in here, me and kook are here if you need us” - And somehow, Y/n knew his last words had more than one meaning, one that made her feel understood and suddenly she found herself throwing herself at Yoongi, wrapping her arms around Yoongi and burying her face in his chest, he quickly reciprocated before thinking this would maybe be time for a little laugh

“Where’s my brat gone hm? Bring that attitude back kitten” - He got a sweet giggle in return and a bunch of muffled protests about how his brat was right here and he never wanted to let her go. Unfortunately he had to go and prepare for the next appointment so he let go, putting a kiss to Y/n’s head and lecturing her about not irritating her bellybutton, purposely trying to annoy her and succeeding as she rolled her eyes. When he was gone Y/n still felt happier than she had before, taking in the beanbag, her tiredness seemed to catch up with her, body telling her she can finally rest so she sunk into the comfy chair and pulled over the blanket she found ontop, nuzzling in until she was burrowed in the soft materials all around her and sinking into a sleep, surrounded by Jungkook and Yoongi’s scent.

Her sleep was sweet, it was how she slept when the bliss of being with them followed her into her sleep and she only wanted to feel like that forever. It hurt more to feel the way she had before now that she had something that took her away from that, that pain was unimaginable now. She savoured that small nap, purring away and her scent finally returning back to its full sweetness even just for a while, the dull ache in her bellybutton completely forgotten.

“I’ll take her home Kook, it’ll be okay” - Yoongi could feel the calm radiating off Y/n from his studio room, it was perfect but he knew that wasn’t the end of her sadness, all he did know was that a solution to it was them, his mates and he knew they’d give themselves, him included, to her forever if only she accepted it.

It wasn’t anything they’d seen on her before, it wasn’t anything they wanted to see on her again and if anyone knew how to turn that feeling into bliss even if only for a short while to go from low to high, it was Yoongi.

He made quick efforts to get Y/n into the car, only letting her get half awake before lulling her back into calm bliss with his scent, hand wrapped around her waist to help her to the car. He wanted her to sleep for a while so he just kept her in that half-asleep state until she was in his car, sending out another burst of his scent to push her into sleep, doing up her seatbelt for her and gently pushing the hair in her face behind her ears with a coo.

He repeated the process when they got to the apartment complex, settling her comfortably on the couch and letting her sleep as long as she needed. He didn’t know how long she had been struggling to sleep, if it was new or not but whether it was one time or continuous he wanted her to sleep as long as she wanted and needed. He settled her head over his thigh, throwing his favourite blanket over her and draping a hand over her head, gently pushing the hair out of her face again and looking at her with a sigh, wishing she never felt like she did.

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Waking up was sweeter than it had been in a while, Y/n had slept without a single nightmare or waking up inbetween. In fact she didn’t want to wake up, she nuzzled back into the pillow under her head and brought her arms up to hold onto it too but somehow said pillow started to vibrate under her head and a laugh was heard above her, a hand gently petting her head. She subconsciously started to purr and opened her eyes with furrowed brows to find the pillow she was currently kneading, wasn’t exactly a pillow, she looked around sleepily and found Yoongi watching the tv and her breath caught in her throat. She had been kneading his thigh like a pillow and purring so loud against him and actually felt embarrassed, heat rising across her cheeks and she nearly shot up, her bliss cut off and a slight shame rising up in her as she tried to settle further away despite her hybrid screaming at her to stay close to stay put, making her ears, tail and hand twitch in his direction.

Yoongi couldn’t hold back his sad look at how she was restraining herself from comfort, from his care, she wouldn’t meet his eyes as she mumbled an apology. Oh how he wanted his little brat back. Her behaviour made something in him snap, his hybrid taking over and making him act purely out of instinct. Before he knew it, he was reaching over, wrapping firm hands around Y/n’s waist and placing her on his lap, holding her close and running his hands through her hair. His chest was rumbling In a soothing manner and his hand were firm, holding her as close as he could but being careful not to nudge her fresh piercing that he couldn’t wait to appreciate more.

Y/n’s breath and thoughts were caught in her throat before Yoongi’s scent and vibrating chest coursed over her and spoke millions of words. His cool body embraced her warm one and something in her flipped.

It’s okay. Safe here. Better here

And like that, her breathing started to rapidly increase, her hands that had fallen onto Yoongi’s chest gripped handfuls of his shirt and she pressed herself into him, a sudden sob coursing through her, followed by many more that had her crumbling into him while he held and soothed her, not saying a word, not forcing her to say a single thing. Those feelings she had been carrying for so long built up to now, she had only cried about it a few times before and never like this but Yoongi only held her tighter, he surrounded her in his scent and pulled the blanket around her, crowding her in safety and comfort.

When she started to calm down to silent tears and sniffles, she pulled back enough to look up at him in the eye, she found him already looking and his eyes spoke for him, it was okay, she didn’t have to speak didn’t have to think didn’t have to tell him a word, he understood, just let him comfort you, it’s okay now

One cold hand moved to meet Y/n’s face, gently wiping the tears off her face as the pair held their eye contact, Y/n’s own hands moved up, letting her instincts act for her as they trailed up and into Yoongi’s soft long hair, calming down just slightly and watching his expression as her fingers got closer to his ears just wanting to feel how soft they were and when he let her, her body melted against him, falling forward into his chest, head in the crook of his neck taking in his strong scent, the masculine and sharp tones soothing her mind.

Silence was appreciated for a while as Yoongi held Y/n close, stroking over her hair while Y/n stroked his ears. Her breathing had returned to normal when he picked up the remote next to him, finally deciding it was okay to try something.

“What was your favourite movie when you were younger kitten?” - Yoongi’s voice remained low and whispered into Y/n’s ear as he waited until her confused and quiet voice responded, not making any effort to move from his lap at all.

“The Aristocats” - That made Yoongi laugh, stroking over her scalp with one hand while the other found her childhood favourite movie. He dimmed the lights on his phone to make it better to watch and to ignore the light of the day, to hide the outside world

“Of course it was princess, my little kitten, let me guess, your favourite was the little white one with the pink bow and all the sass” - His tone was entirely teasing and while he couldn’t remember the cats name that he was describing he could remember her features and how she was strikingly similar to Y/n

“Marie! How did you know?” - Her voice had perked up and Y/n looked up at him from her position on his chest, her eyes were swollen and red, lips pouty and cheeks flushed, slightly stained by her tears but she looked as beautiful as ever. He gently pushed her hair behind her ear and got ready to press play on the movie, pulling the blanket back over her shoulders again and leaning back, getting them both comfortable before he answered.

“Just a hunch, maybe she reminds me of a certain brat” - Yoongi started to movie to cut off her offended protests, ignoring her punches against his chest and he just continued with “You know your sounding awfully similar right now” and that got her speechless, angrily huffing and all her feelings of the fast few days completely forgotten as she stubbornly settled back against his chest.

Y/n knew a lot of the lines by heart, especially Marie’s and some of her other favourite lines, quoting them as they came on and making Yoongi smile and laugh, sometimes disagreeing as he argued that she did indeed start fights. She sang along to some of the songs, kept making comments and silly comparisons to the boys with Yoongi who happily obliged with her thoughts and comments, even making a few starts of his own that had Y/n giggling.

“Kook was 100% Thomas O’Malley and you were Duchess when you first met” - Y/n’s laughter to that was infectious, resonating around the room as she agreed and they both knew their jokes about each of the boys and their correlation to the characters in different parts of the movie would 100% be something they’d bring up at random times while everyone else sat confused.

Yoongi found it so endearing how Y/n would make little comments to herself too, mumbling about how she wanted it to go even though she knew how it would turn out, pressing herself closer when she wanted something to go a certain way and when she was happy, kneading into his hair, she was warm against him again and seemed so happy it made his chest rumble, entirely pleased.

When the movie was coming to an end they had a short break to talk, a small gap while they came down from the giggles that the movie brought out.

“You should be here more often you know, it doesn’t feel right without you here” - Yoongi couldn’t hold back his longing any more so he just decided it was time to get it out, especially after today

“Your just saying that” - Y/n couldn’t help the doubt that came as she leant back to look into Yoongi’s eyes with uncertainty swirling through them

“No, you know it’s true kitten, you know that’s how we feel” - Yoongi had a hand placed on her cheek, stroking over it with love in his eyes, he had played nonchalant for all too long and right now he wanted to express how he really felt

“But-“

“Don’t but me, if you were here everyday we’d be so much happier you know” - The assurance in Yoongi’s voice was tempting and made Y/n shy as he shut down her doubts quicker than she could think.

“I am here often” - She did want to be here more often, her hybrid was screaming for her to be here all the time but she didn’t want to seem pushy.

“Not often enough” - Yoongi was adamant on that, certain as he held her gaze despite Y/n’s eyes trying to fleet away

“If I was here anymore I’d live here” - Y/n tried to add a bit of a laughs and humour to it, to make it seem like she wasn’t all that bothered but it didn’t help at Yoongi’s next words

“See that’s more like it, I like that idea better” - Y/n’s jaw dropped slightly before she shook herself out of it, trying to get over the purr that started to build at his words but he heard it, oh he heard it

“Don’t be silly Yoongi” - She pushed him lightly

“Do I seem like I’m joking?” - Yoongi’s face was serious, in a way that really made Y/n think, could it all really be true, could it all be so amazing and could I live in bliss everyday?

There was a few moments of silence where Yoongi could read her thoughts and took a breath in before continuing, crossing his fingers in his mind in hopes that she’d agree, he sounded breathless as he spoke, tail rigid behind him in anticipation and ears stiff

“Stay tonight” - Y/n’s eyes shot up to meet his, desperately wanting it but-

“You all have work tomorrow” - she tried to look away, to deny but Young could see her fighting herself

“And if you lived here we’d still have work tomorrow but it would just make our night and morning better”

“Yoongi don’t lie to me” - The pain in her voice was breaking Yoongi’s heart, where all this insecurity had come from was a mystery but he couldn’t sit with ir

“Have I done something to make you think I’m lying?”

“No but…” - Y/n couldn’t meet his eyes knowing the insecurity was entirely her own fault and the softness of his voice was making her melt

“Let us love you kitten” - Y/n’s breath hitched, tears threatening to well up again as he was practically giving all she ever wanted, she still wanted to be sure though

“But do you all really want that” - Y/n’s voice was so quiet it made Yoongi’s heart melt, holding her close for his next words

“More than anything and we won’t ever want anything else” - He didn’t let her interrupt before he carried on

“Let us be here, let us take care of you” - The tears that were threatening to well up had broken past their seal, Y/n’s hands holding onto Yoongi’s shirt again, gripping it as she wanted exactly that and though it was hard to admit, she wanted this loop to be over, for a new stone to be turned and they could give her that, and as Yoongi is so adamant, she could resist accepting

“I’d really like that”

“So would we, stay here for a few nights, feel it out” - Yoongi couldn’t hold back his gummy smile, his excitement as the prospect was just a dream coming true to him and it would be for his mates too,

“Okay, but only if I’m not disturbing anyone”

“You would never” - Yoongi held her close before continuing “Let us make you feel alive kitten”

And like that her dimming spark seemed to come back because there’s nothing more intimate in life than simply being understood and Yoongi’s gaze told her he did, they understood.

And maybe her new piercing today really had marked that change as one of Y/ns hand sought it out with a smile she couldn’t hold back, silently thanking everyone and everything before she threw herself back into Yoongi’s arms, close and buried her face in his neck taking a deep inhale and giggling happily. Sitting back for a moment she watched the happiness take over Yoongi’s eyes and knew the same was in her own and she’d learnt today that maybe it was better to let her instincts take over.

So that’s exactly what she did, letting her hybrid take over, her gaze caught onto Yoongi’s soft lips and she didn’t even think before leaning forward, hands embedding back in Yoongi’s hair and placing a soft kiss to Yoongi’s lips, it took him a split second to process, the taste invading his mouth, the gloriously soft lips against his and Y/n’s warmth, it was all so much but his hands pulled her in close by her waist, revelling in her sweet taste and actions and trying to hold back a proud growl, a happy growl but his efforts went to waste when Y/n began to purr and made a small sound against his lips, coercing his own noises to leave him. He’d worried she would perhaps move away at the sound but instead she shuddered, tightening her hands in his scalp and melted into his embrace, happily purring as she let him take the dominating role easily.

The kiss was short and sweet, not even enough to have either of their lips swollen or the slightest bit redder but they were both almost panting as they pulled away purely from the intensity of the moment; currents were flowing through them rapidly and without giving them a second to breath, it was electrifying and new. They were speaking millions of words between them with only their eyes while Yoongi adjusted them to sit more comfortably, more relaxed and pulling Y/n to sit sideways making sure Y/ns thighs weren’t hurting, he was surprised how long she’d sat straddling him, it made some less than appropriate thoughts fill his head about ridin- that’s for another time.

“Can we watch the rescuers? It was my second favourite” - Y/n’s voice was sweet and low and Yoongi immediately obliged, pulling a blanket over the two and dimming the lights on his phone again. It was once they got comfy and the intro had began that the front door opened and closed. Signalling someone’s arrival, a combination of wood, vanilla and citrus followed by a fresh, fig and wood scent filling up the home, clearly two people but Y/n would of had to lean over Yoongi’s shoulder to look at who it was and she was far too comfortable for that, so she simply relaxed, wiggling to snuggle herself closer and sighing happily when she felt something cold and metal on the side of her face.

Y/n completely forgot about the arrival of other people when her hand reached up, wrapping around Yoongi’s chain that was dangling in her face and tracing it with awe, her head filling with less than innocent thoughts about how much it suited him and how much she liked it on him. It was hanging in her face and felt so nice against her warm skin, it was heavy too, definitely expensive and ontop of Yoongi’s black shirt it stood out making him look ridiculously handsome and attractive. He really looked like the human embodiment of a black panther, even if he didn’t have the long tail and sleek ears, it made Y/n shudder and purr, subconsciously submitting to him and leaning in close loving how much bigger he was than her. Her staring was interrupted by Yoongi’s whispers into her ear, moving and making the chain hit her hand more

“If you like it I’ll get you one to match” - unfortunately before she could respond after having her breath hitch and skin flood with warmth, the new arrivals began speaking to Yoongi, not seeing her and realising she was even here yet.

“Yoongi you got to see Y/n today? Kook said she got a piercing” - Jin’s smooth voice got closer as he looked at the man with his back facing him, unaware of Y/n on his lap.

“What piercing did she get? I thought she only had her firsts on her ears done?” - Hoseoks voice followed, both slowly getting closer and when Yoongi turned to look at them with an amused expression, he nudged Y/n in his arms up to look at them

“Why don’t you ask her yourself” - Something about his tone made Y/n curl back into his chest, suddenly shy and burying her face into his neck to hide herself despite the two men slowly getting closer in awe and cooing at her.

“What a nice surprise, beautiful” - Jin made sure she could hear he meant it as he got closer enough, planting a kiss to Yoongi’s head and gently stroking through Y/ns hair, his hands were cold from being outside and made her shiver, still refusing to move out of Yoongi’s comforting strong scent, just wrapping herself in it and squirming to be as close as possible, eyes and mind growing hazy in a scent high.

“Hi pretty kitty, why don’t you show us your new piercing?” - Hoseok dressed her this time, tone soft and relaxing, his hand moving to gently stroke her back and coercing her out of Yoongi’s neck. Y/n’s slowly moved back and got off Yoongi’s lap, sporting a small pout when she no longer felt surrounded in his scent. The two men looked at her with admiration and watched as she refused to meet their eyes and lifted her hoodie up above her bellybutton and listened to the two men’s gasping awes and coos.

“It suits you so much beautiful, I hope it didn’t hurt too much hm?” - Jin gently walked closer to get a better look, leaning down to get more level with her. It just made her feel smaller but she wasn’t opposed to the feeling, having him so close and taking him in made her stutter, he was too handsome for his own good and she stumbled over her words, shifting from leg to leg as she didn’t know how to answer.

“Don’t get all shy on us now, you’ve been cuddling into my lap for the past few hours kitten” - And with that, Y/n was spinning her body back to Yoongi with an angry hiss, offended that he’d reveal such a thing. While she was entirely focused on Yoongi again, she failed to notice that her challenging action also made Hoseok tense, eyes hardening for a moment as he watched the exchange, trying to hold back his own growl in retaliation.

“And the little brats back, go on then kitten” - Yoongi watched her with a relaxed expression, leaning back into the couch, happy to have the playful Y/n back and letting her act as he wanted too. His methods of putting her into place were for another time, they were slow but unexpected and entirely different from, say, Hoseok. The other two just stood amused and waiting for Y/n’s action; of course they’d heard the stories of how she’d act around Yoongi but hadn’t been around as much to actually experience it first hand. All three men looked at the way Y/n’s fists balled up and her eyebrows furrowed as he challenged her to act, she should have stood down but she couldn’t.

Somehow he always knew how to make her wound up, her fangs and claws feeling all too sharp for her again, itching to bite and grip and she fidgeted uncomfortably before taking a deep breath and huffing out, looking away and finally deciding to try and just give up, key word try.

“Wow, have you finally decided you can’t take me kitten?” - Yoongi was teasing and chuckling as he leant forward, observing her just to see if she’d still react but he saw her eyebrows furrow again as she resumed to look his way, huffing and crossing her arms stubbornly before she started to mutter under her breath thinking he couldn’t hear

“I could totally take you if I wanted to…” - Y/n’s voice was low and she was certain no one heard until she realised the two men who had most recently joined them were a whole lot closer than Yoongi was, both of them bursting out laughing as if it was the funniest thing they had ever heard.

“Honey- He’s like twice the size of you- you couldn’t take him if you tried” - Hoseok found it quite amusing and watched Y/n’s face drop and growing slightly red at the possible implication behind the words even though she was talking about fighting before she tried to push away her inappropriate thoughts and turned her face into an angry scowl suddenly feeling very hostile overall and just as she was about to send a hiss Hoseoks way, Yoongi pretty much saved her.

“Come over here kitten” - His words caught her attention and without thinking she walked right up to him where he sat, toe to toe and suddenly he was standing up, nearly touching her with his front but what got her attention was that as he stood she kept having to look up and up until he was at his full height, suddenly shrinking in on herself, ears pulling back just slightly as their words seemed all too true now, he really did seem twice her size even if it was an exaggeration.

“Still agree that you’d win?” - his voice was husky and made Y/n shiver and threaten to let out a purr at the same time, she reluctantly shook her head no, seeming to fight it before she did so, she refused to look into his eyes again. But she wasn’t done because being so close she could see all the unmarked skin of Yoongi’s arms and it looked all too appealing to her. Unfortunately for her, her tail gave her away quicker than she could act and as soon as it started to swing and her eyes dilated on her focus, Yoongi just watched as Hoseok stepped forward, quickly grabbing Y/n and trapping her in his arms, unable to lean in to bite nor to scratch and she simply squirmed and stomped her feet trying to get out of his grasp.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you kitty, didn’t Jimin tell you something about asking nicely?” - Hoseok whispered into her ear and had her stilling, ears flattening for a moment as she finally looked up to Yoongi, his eyes were predatory, taking in her every action and watching as Y/n open and closed her mouth, swallowing as saliva built up from the need to bite down on something, on him and he could see the frustration building on her face from her need.

“Please” - Y/n pleaded, voice quiet as she kept having to swallow and run her tongue over the sharp tips of her fangs as they grew sensitive and her instincts desperate. Yoongi cooed at her for finally giving in, reaching forward and pulling her from Hoseoks grip into his own chest and in the process, twisting one arm up, putting his wrist infront of Y/n’s lips and holding her in tight, almost shielding her from anyone around.

“Go on, it’s okay kitten” - So she did, she bit down on the scent gland in his wrists and instantly his scent flooded her mouth, turning into taste even though she hadn’t bit down hard enough to break skin, just enough to scratch and leave imprints, she was certain had she not have been stopped she would have sunk in her teeth as much as possible but this was all she needed. The taste made her feel weak, knees wobbling to the point where she would have fell if Yoongi didn’t have such a tight hold on her, he was praising and shushing her small whimpers, cooing at her softly when she licked over the imprints to soothe them. Her eyes were nearly closed, head heavy as she purred and let Yoongi love her around until she was sitting on his lap again, this time facing outwards to face the other two men who had watched the exchange with a variety of emotions.

“How about you show Hobi your piercing now, he didn’t get to see before” - Yoongi’s words were all she needed to grab at the bottom of her hoodie again, leaning back into his chest to make it visible and holding the hoodie above her bellybutton showing off the shiny bar amongst her soft skin.

“Now that’s pretty isn’t it, I’ll have to find you lots of pretty jewellery for when it’s healed” - Hobi crouched infront of her, getting close to the area, enough that she could very lightly feel his breath over her middle and it made her skin shoot up in goosebumps. For some reason, she could feel herself subconsciously arch her back just a little to get a little closer and it had Hoseok smiling at her before putting one hand on her lower stomach, covering a large chunk of it and pressing her back down, the touch making her shudder and she was partially satisfied at the touch.

“Aish- Look at what you two are doing to her, come here beautiful before they taint you forever” - Jin called her over to the different couch and she happily came over giggling to herself and leaning into his side while the other two protested.

“Now. What are we watching?” - The three men sat down and watched the movie with her happily, not questioning her choice for even a second doing the same thing her and Yoongi had done throughout the artisocats, making silly comments and comparisons throughout. Y/n had gotten progressively more comfortable the movie, practically on Jin’s lap as she cuddled up to him so close. He held her just as close, running his hands through her hair and making little jokes to her. Yoongi had fallen asleep at some point and Y/n found herself laughing wanting to tease him in his sleep like letting her tail tickle him and brushing her hands over his ears but Jin held her in place so unfortunately she couldn’t do so.

When it came to an end, it seemed Yoongi had told Hoseok that Y/n would be staying for a while because he turned to her and started to speak.

“How about one of us take you to get some clothes to bring back here? And anything else you need of course” - Hoseok asked the happy hybrid curled up to Jin so she turned over to him, nodding happily before following up with a few words

“If it isn’t too much trouble?” - both awake men just shushed her as they tell her it wasn’t at all and Jin decided he’d take her. They got ready and Jin helped her into his car, doing her seatbelt and being careful of her new piercing, making their way to her apartment before they got to the door and Jin was hit with the full force of Y/n’s sweet and dizzying scent again. Having to take a moment before Y/n started to rapidly move around mumbling about not wanting to take too long.

“Do you need any help, beautiful?” - Jin gently slowed Y/n by putting his hands on her shoulders and keeping her in place for a moment

“Could you maybe get the fluffy white blanket from the couch and then I’m going to get some bags- and then do my clothes-“ - Y/n started to let her mind race again before Jin nodded and quickly gathered the blanket, following behind her to her bedroom where she pulled out a large bag, gently taking the blanket from Jin and putting it inside. Her gentleness only lasted for a moment before she started to rush around again, she struggled though as her mind worked faster than her body and lead her to still, eyes fleeting around to wonder where to go first. Jin came up, hands on her waist grounding her and speaking gently again.

“Let’s start with pajamas, how about 3 sets of pajamas for now?” - Y/n nodded and went towards her pajama drawer, still so many options

“One Long set and one short set and then whatever your pick is for the third beautiful” - So she did as he told her, picking up a shorts and tank top set and a t-shirt and long bottoms set and finally a nightdress that was soft and loose, silk and soothing on her skin, it was her favourite thing to sleep in even if it was a bit short, she might be sleeping on her own and she’d 100% wear it if that was the case. She handed them to Jin who folded and packed before ordering her to pick up 4 outfits, two lounge and two incase she goes out, a sweater even though she could steal any of the boys’ and her slippers. He made sure she picked up any toiletries she needed and let her pack her own bras and panties which she did with a blush, regularly checking he wasn’t looking but of course he wouldn’t.

“Is that everything beautiful?” - Y/n nodded and zipped up the bag, it was enough for a few days and as she was about to pick up the bag it was snatched out of reach by Jin and she was ushered to the door. Maybe she was just anxious about staying for so long or maybe it was excitement, no, it was definitely excitement and it was leading her to overthink about all her outfit choices a little bit.

“Would you prefer to sleep in your own room beautiful?” - Jin asked while they walked out of her apartment and Y/n bit her lip because her night with the 3 youngest had been the best sleep she ever had and she wanted that forever but didn’t want to seem pushy.

“I know 7 clingy hybrids who would be more than happy to be considered to be with you if not” - Jin laughed and gently nudged her to encourage her to speak, seeing her internal battle.

“Jinnie? Can- Can I maybe stay with you tonight?” - Jin’s reaction to her was to initially stand frozen for a moment but he picked up his expression quickly; reassuring her hesitant expression

“You can stay with me anytime beautiful but sometimes one or two of the boys decide to join me, I can tell them not tonight though”

“Nono- that’s okay I don’t mind, just like being with you” - In Y/n’s eyes, Jin had always had this gentle, soft look to him but upon first meeting he was entirely intimidatingly godlike. That didn’t really change but the way he looked at her always screamed something entirely different to intimidating, it was comforting. But then Y/n thought back to Namjoons words about their hierarchy, how Jin was just below him, their pack leader. That made it make sense a bit more when Y/n captured Jin’s eyes flash to something darker, more in tune with how Hoseok always seemed to her, they flickered back to that soft look but just a glance of that hard, domineering gaze had Y/n shuddering and going pink.

From that moment on, Jin felt a strong need to be close to Y/n, the way she admitted wanting to be with him, requesting it specifically, made something deep in him rise with pride. His arm wrapped around her waist in a way that allowed her to move away if she’d wanted to but instead, Y/n leant into his warm embrace, purring quietly as they walked to the car, she even brought her hands up to rest on his chest, glueing herself close.

The two were glued to eachother for a while even after they got back to the packs home, it felt natural to watch everyone eventually come home and move around like Y/n was always there, it put an ease in her body. Time seemed to move fast and she moved with it, enjoying every second and savouring it all. She was sat with an almost lovestruck look on her face for hours, the men around her looked at her with curiosity before checking in just to find she was perfectly happy.

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Y/n hadn’t seen Jimin in a while and everyone else was in the living room so she made it her mission to find him and drag him back, with that she teetered off to his room and through the door could hear some music playing, not overly loud but enough so that it resonated around the room. Y/n could hear shuffling and Jimins voice going along with the song so she knocked on the door, getting no answer, knocking 3 more times before slightly opening the door, peeking in just a little incase she needed to retreat fast. Jimin was folding clothes and dancing to the music playing, singing along gently and seemingly having the time of his life so Y/n deemed it okay to come in, simply admiring him from the door for a while before he noticed she was there.

When he did notice, it was Y/n who spoke first with a look of admiration

“I didn’t know you could dance” - his dance wasn’t choreographed but it was smooth and he embedded moves that showed experience, truthfully it was mesmerising, he looked unreal, like an angel.

“Just a hobby when I get the chance” - Jimin was slightly pink with embarrassment at being caught but his euphoric look didn’t go away, he was still happy as ever, body softly swaying to the music still.

“I wish I could dance like that” - Y/n just looked at him with adoration, thinking about all his talents

“Everyone can dance baby” - Jimin was certain of that, brushing away her comment

“Not everyone and definitely not like that” - Y/n said it with a playful smile, wiggling her eyebrows at him to further show her compliments

“You’ll have to prove it, dance with me” - Jimin quickly grabbed a remote, making the music slightly louder, the lights dimmer and strode confidently towards her.

“I really can’t d- Jimin!-“ - Y/n was cut off as Jimin grabbed her by her waist and pulled her into the middle of the room, a cheeky smile over his face

“Stop thinking so much, just listen” - He’d shushed her and started to move his body, his hips gracefully swaying as the hands on Y/n’s hips encouraged her to do the same. She was stiff, definitely awkward and clumsy, hyper aware of her every move. She was internally cringing at her awkward movements and trying to protest consistently but kept being shushed by Jimin until she gave up.

“Just feel it, stop all those thoughts” - Jimin grabbed one of her hands, draping it over his chest and encouraging her to move it, getting closer and moving more insistently himself. It felt silly to try to dance like this when Y/n was wearing her pajamas that she’d changed into while Jimin was in an all white, top and baggy trousers that made him look like an angel, the way he wanted her to dance is how you imagine too in a club. That didn’t stop him from keeping her dancing though.

Getting more confident seemed to get easier after a minute, the twos joint giggling and jokes pushing away the awkwardness Y/n initially felt until she was confident enough to push further. Her hand pushed firmer onto Jimins chest, looking into his eyes for reassurance before she dragged them up and down, exploring the toned torso over his clothes and Jimin did the same, trailing his hands up her sides and back.

Looking up made Y/n’s thoughts stop, staring deep into Jimins eyes while he did the same; all their giggling had stopped, their smiles hadn’t however, breathing heavier than before and slowly leaning in subconsciously. The atmosphere grew thick and intoxicating, music seeming to get louder and surroundings drowning out as all they could focus on was eachother. Y/n started to copy Jimins movements, less hesitant than before, rolling her body with his and swaying her hips until they were chest to chest and Jimin was leaning down, face close and body still rolling.

It was euphoric, the way they felt free and in their own world, dancing with eachother and letting their thoughts leave. Their hands trailed all over eachother, electricity coursing through them as their fronts kept connecting. As a more upbeat song came on Jimin pulled away slightly, bouncing with his previous movements and encouraging Y/n to do the same, they moved from close to further away, hands all over eachother to spinning out from eachother. Jimin occasionally spun Y/n on the spot or spun her until she was dancing with her back towards him and her head turned to look at him.

Y/n had never ever been one to think she could dance or even be comfortable just doing that jumping kind of dancing but in this moment she was having the time of her life, jumping around, swaying her hips, running her hands up herself and flipping her hair as she moved her head.

It was fun, she was spinning out from laughing and twirling in Jimins hold to pulling out until just their hands were touching. Going from being flush against eachother with their arms around eachother to feeling too far and pulling Jimin in by his shirt, leaning her head to the ceiling in laughter and letting him guide her movements or feeling herself and throwing her hands in her hair.

Every breath got heavier, smile got wider and touches got more daring, following along with the music. How is Jimin so perfect. When Y/n’s eyes weren’t closed she was taking in the beautiful man infront of her, that smelled amazing and had his hands all over her waist, who was looking at her like she was the only girl in the world.

Every time Jimin pulled Y/n in by her waist had her giggling, moving her just infront of him or up against him wether it was her front of her back, him doing the same at her pulling him by his shirt, it built up Y/n’s comfortability and confidence more than he’d ever know, even such a simple thing.

It gave Y/n the confidence to be more daring as an instrumental part of a song came on, just adding to that closed atmosphere they were embedded in. Y/n felt her eyes dilate, grabbing Jimins shirt and pulling him close until she could wrap her one of her arms around his neck, pulling him against her while he tilted his head down to her face, feeling her roll and grind her body against him. It made Jimins breath hitch and mouth dry as Y/n trailed her hands up his chest, lightly tugging on his hair and teasing as his ears all while grinding her body against him, even as he reciprocated. His hands trailed all over her tight pyjama tank top, keeping her in close until his nose was pressed against her cheek and vice versa. Their breathing was heavy, bodies hot and electric with every touch.

But Jimin would always be a tease, and while Y/n had the upper hand of surprise in that moment, he wouldn’t let that go for a second longer so while he kept dancing against her, he trailed his whole body down, dragging his nose and heavy warm breathing from Y/n’s cheek down her neck, down her chest while she rolled her body and gasped in surprise, right down to her waist where her top ended, nosing at the slither of skin exposed on her lower stomach, his hot breath making her shudder as she could feel it through the low band of her pyjama pants. Y/n was twitching with pleasure at the light but clear touches, gripping at his soft hair while Jimin’s eyes were trying not to roll back into his head from Y/n scent right at his nose, trailing back up until he was standing again, leaning down to rest against Y/n’s cheeks again.

They were intoxicated by eachother, high off the feeling, euphoric from the atmosphere, laughing at nothing and leaning their noses on eachother, barely breaking eye contact, dancing through each song. Time moved without their knowledge, Y/n initial task completely forgotten and suddenly, Jimins scent seemed all too appealing. His tongue slipping over his plump lips finally making Y/n break eye contact before she let her body act, leaning in and connecting their lips eagerly, bodies hot and moving against each other. Despite being hot and moving their bodies feverishly, their kiss was gentle, slowly moving from a soft peck to a battle of tongues, hands still roaming each others body, Y/n’s pulling at Jimins hair and Jimins squeezing all Y/n’s sides, thighs to hips to waist.

They only pulled away at an amused chuckle from the door, speaking distantly about them coming for dinner but it barely registered as the two starred into each others eyes with wide smiles, panting and gripping onto each other.

Living a little does feel so good

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! This chapter is a bit different to the others so far, it explores Y/n before the boys a bit more and im not sure if it all flows well so do let me know if any parts are confusing or don’t add up! Let me know what you think and my asks are open for drabbles and character asks 💖💖

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