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PLAYING CUPID / 01.

SYNOPSIS / Consistently overshadowed by your older sister, you expect your days in high school to be filled with plastic smiles and apathetic peers with hidden intentions. Everything changes when four of the most popular guys in school join you and your best friend for lunch on the first day of school.

FEATURING / Kim Namjoon; appearances by Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, and Jeon Jungkook.

GENRES & TAGS / high school au, freshman reader, senior namjoon, student council president namjoon, best friend jungkook, lots of fluff, and some angst.

WARNINGS / Graphic and mature language, slight age difference/gap (to clarify, oc is 14-15 yrs old and namjoon is 17 - first part is rated pg); list will be updated as fic is updated accordingly.

WORD COUNT / ~10.3k

NOTES / I am a day late in posting this and I want to let you guys know that this is... not edited at all and I will be looking through this every now and then to correct any errors. But I hope you enjoy the first part of this series! I wasn’t expecting this to be relatively long, but it was all to set up the characters dynamics and the history behind the reader and Namjoon’s relationship. Any feedback is appreciated. To repeat, I’m so sorry this was super late. Please expect part 2 to be up in ~2 weeks. (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

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“You’re Sena’s little sister, right?”

You’d be a damn millionaire if you made a dollar for every person on campus tried to break the ice with you. It was a severe understatement to say that your older sister was known around town. She was vice president of the student council, president of the debate club, and the best player on the varsity volleyball team. All of the teachers and faculty adored her, every girl wanted to be her, and every guy wanted to be with her.

For the longest time, you assumed your sister was a celebrity on campus.

You were so wrong.

It was because you never met him. You’ve heard his name so many times whenever your sister had sleepovers with her friends or when she was on the phone with a friend, whispering so softly into the receiver, afraid that someone would find out about that she had a crush on him. You were perplexed because you thought your sister was a very forward person; she had so much confidence talking to so many guys who desperately wanted her attention yet somehow her palms would sweat over him.

“Hey, you know who Kim Namjoon is?” You would sit at the cafeteria for the first time with your best friend, Jungkook, who had devoured half of his ham and cheese croissant sandwich. He looks at you and he would raise one brow.

“Oh no, don’t tell me you’re one of those girls who’s obsessed with hyung.” But Jungkook sees the genuine confusion form on your face. You catch a glimpse of your older sister who sat on the other side of the cafeteria, thumbing a reply on her phone while her friend nudges at her when she sees the notorious posse that every girl swoons over.

It was a scene right out of a movie.

At that time, you had the faintest idea who they were, but you were quick to find out why they were so well known around campus. Jung Hoseok was the senior of the group; he was a dancer and was featured in numerous music videos by well-known artists and he had an extensive list of choreographers willing to work with him. Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin were inseparable; they were juniors who ran the school newspaper and the school yearbook – Taehyung being in charge of the photography while Jimin being in charge of the organizing the yearbook staff. Meanwhile, there was Kim Namjoon; student council president, valedictorian of his class, member of the honor society and numerous organizations on campus.

“Wait, you know who Namjoon is?” You were curious whether Jungkook knew of him, not exactly knowing the guy.

“Yeah. I mean, he’s been my next-door neighbor for god knows how long. His folks and mine go out for golfing twice a month.” You just nod to his answer when you are shoving a chocolate moon pie into your mouth.

But your mouth instantly goes dry when the four guys appear right across from you and Jungkook are seated.

“Gukie!” Hoseok exclaimed at the sight of Jungkook still devouring his croissant. “Look at you! Finally, you’re with the hyungs in high school.” The tease made Jungkook’s ears go pink and you feel your own face get hot; not because of second hand embarrassment, but because you can see everyone’s eyes on you – the two freshmen who had no right to be sharing a table with, what you can only assume, the four most popular guys on campus.

There were many times where people would only want to get to know you because of your sister; girls wanted to get close to you because you were had a cool older sister and boys wanted to be with you because they were so eager to come over to your place and obsess over Sena.

Jungkook, on the other hand, had no interest in her. As a matter of fact, you met Jungkook when you were in middle school and took a swimming class and later found out that you two were in the same class and bonded over your competitive nature in swim class.

“Who’s this? You got a girlfriend on your first day already?” You and Jungkook exchange a look of disgust with each other and create a sensible amount of space for each other to establish that you both see each other as friends.

“Oh my god, wait – you’re Sena’s little sister, right?” Hoseok corrected Jimin who had made the assumption you and Jungkook were an item. Jungkook can see the way you scrunch your nose from his periphery, and he decides to answer for you instead.

“This is YN. She’s… literally been my best friend since middle school.” Jungkook introduces you to the four people right across from you. “YN, this is Hoseok – well, I call him Hobi-hyung. This is Jimin-hyung and Tae-hyung. I’m pretty sure you know Namjoon-hyung because –”

“ – school council president.” You interrupt because you didn’t want Jungkook to reveal that you had been inquiring about him earlier. “I remember because you made that welcome speech this morning at the assembly.”

Namjoon is rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment and you resume eating your packed lunch, despite losing all appetite because you are surrounded by so many people did not know. They weren’t terrible people, but you weren’t mentally prepared for such strong personalities and dynamics to be introduced all at once. You felt like an intruder – a fly on the wall – because everyone carried on with their normal conversations; Jungkook and Hoseok were talking about plans for the weekend and then Jimin and Taehyung were already drafting out ideas for the yearbook. Meanwhile, you sat in silence as you ate your tuna salad sandwich, reading a new book you were gifted over the summer by your parents.

“Let me know when you’re done.” A voice catches your attention, and you stop all chewing. “The book, I mean.” Namjoon clarifies and he sees that you are already halfway done with it. “I read it a year ago and I’d like to hear what you think of it.” He offers you a heartwarming smile and you nod once, returning the same grin.

“I started it a week ago. I really like it so far.” The conversation is light and drowned out by the loud voices beside you.

You never really pinned him as a reader.

“So, how’s your first day so far?” He inquires and you honestly thought that the conversation was… over. Normally, that’s how all the conversations go when people find out your Sena’s little sister. They feign their interest in you and instantaneously ask about her.

“It’s… nothing special.” You admit, smoothing your fingers on the pages of the book. “Most of the classes I have before lunch, Guk’s with me. Now –”

“Now, her large, wrinkled brain is going to abandon me and get into those advanced program and honors classes.” You are rolling your eyes at your best friend who whines that you decided not to take the same classes as him.

“We literally have homeroom, social studies, and PE together and then we see each other for breaks and lunch. I think you’ll live.” The group laughs which earns quite a bit of stares from outsiders, but they seem to be completely unfazed by it. Everyone turns back to their own conversations and, usually, your social presence isn’t necessarily sought out by people.

It wasn’t until you hear another inquiry fall out of Namjoon’s mouth.

“What do you have right after lunch?”

“Biology.”

“Honors biology, by the way. Can’t you spare just one regular class for me? Or does your GPA really matter that much to you?” Jungkook complains and you are left ignoring his comments.

If there was one thing that your older sister taught you (something you actually agree with) is that colleges love a good GPA and joining as many clubs as possible. You even remembered how she’d phrase it for you; college admissions officers will cream their pants when you score that 4.0 GPA and do something out of the box from the rest of your peers.

“Or just get smarter, Guk.” Hoseok poked fun at Jungkook, earning a shrug from Jungkook. Namjoon, on the other hand, is smiling from ear to ear at the dynamic between the elder and the youngest of the group.

“Let me see your schedule.” Namjoon urges as he spots your clear binder which has your printed schedule on the cover. You push over your binder to Namjoon who is scanning your binder; he reads through your name, your birth date, the list of teachers you had for the semester and the classes assigned to you.

You feel indifferent about the sudden attention on you, especially from Namjoon; a mere stranger who everyone obsessed over was so piqued by you. You observe the way the corner of his slips curve into an impressive smirk as he glances over at Hoseok.

“Guess who we have for calculus at the end of the day?” He slides over your binder where the rest of the group examine the rest of your schedule, only for Hoseok to find a coinciding class with you.

“How the fuck are you in a senior’s class? Are you some math whiz or something?” Taehyung’s eyes widen at the sight of an advanced calculus class on your schedule. It was one of the things you were proud of you; you were good at math – it happened to be Sena’s worst subject and your parents often joke what she lacked; you had gained immensely.

“Yeah, YN’s cracked, hyung. I don’t understand. I remember in middle school they had to make arrangements for her to get into a pre-caclulus class or some shit like that.” Jungkook finishes his fruit cup and gathers all of the trash on site to toss over to the closest garbage bin.

Namjoon is sliding your binder right back at you, brows raised at you with the same grin he had on. He stares at you for what seemed like a long time – to you, it seemed like a long time and he is glancing back down at where your fingers brush against each other and he pulls away, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable.

“I – um, saw that you were taking orchestra too.”

You nod and chew on your cheek, self-conscious all of a sudden about your appearance because you are very much aware that Namjoon is examining every aspect of your face.

“Yeah. I mean, I already know how to play the piano, so I might as well learn how to play another instrument, right?”

“No – yeah, you’re right.” He stammers and he folds his hands together only to be interrupted by Jimin tossing over a bag of pretzels at Namjoon.

“Bell’s about to ring. Pretzels was all they had left. We need to head to physics soon.” Taehyung and Jimin are swinging their bags over their shoulders. Hoseok is too busy on his phone, showing Jungkook a video of his new choreography.

Suddenly, you are receiving a plethora of notifications in the depths of your jean pocket. Your fingers unlock your phone only to reveal a series of text messages from your sister.

Sena [12:29]: Did you just spend your entire lunch with Kim Namjoon?

Sena [12:32]: Earth to YN?

Sena [12:39]: GUK IS FRIENDS WITH ALL 4 OF THEM.

Sena [12:41]: You have officially made a fucking impression to this school. I’m so proud of you. You’re sitting with us at lunch tomorrow.

“Guess I’ll see you later, YN.” The bell doesn’t descend you back to reality. Instead, it was his voice that brings you to pack up your things into your bag. “You might want to sit at the back for Mr. Lu’s biology class; he’s a spitter.” Namjoon swings his backpack over his shoulder. “He reuses the same lesson plan every year. If you need any help with them, you know who to look for.”

As you’re swinging your own bag, Namjoon leaves you with a wink as he is exiting the doors of the cafeteria into the school hallways.

Now, you understand why the entire world was obsessed with Kim Namjoon.

“Alright, let’s get started,” Mrs. Kang, your calculus, is a middle-aged woman who didn’t look like she had aged past thirty. You found it incredibly hard to believe the woman was nearly in her mid-forties who had three kids of her own. She looked like a stern woman but had a good heart from what you remembered; she only wanted what was best for the class even though it meant tormenting them with a shit ton of homework. “I don’t need to go over the syllabus with you bunch. As you can see, this is a much smaller class than a regular class because not a lot of people pass this class.”

Silence fills the room from when you had first arrived. You were one of the last few people to find your seat because your class was all the way on the other side of campus. It seemed like everyone in your class were juniors or seniors. There were so many of them who knew each other from previous classes; they were all huddled in their own designated spots in the class, so you sat at the front of the class because all the seats at the back had been taken and it may help that you’re at the front because it’ll force you to pay attention.

“There’s a lot of material to cover and there’s only so much I can do. Since we’ve implemented the new block schedule, we’ll only be seeing each other for an hour and a half every Wednesdays and Fridays. First thirty minutes will be on new material, next thirty minutes will be spent on practice problems, and then the last thirty minutes will be working with your partner on getting your homework started. I’ve figured getting a head start on the homework for the last thirty minutes will be helpful just in case you or your partner are lost, you have me to ask for assistance.”

Someone’s hand raises up in the air out of your periphery.

Mrs. Kang points to them. “Yes, Namjoon?”

“How do we determine who are partners will be?”

“Please tell me we get to pick our partners.” Mrs. Kang is already turning her back to the class as she searches for a box that had been hidden behind her computer monitor only for her shake the contents of the box.

“The last time I gave the students the opportunity to choose who their partner was, I’ve written a disciplinary notice for academic dishonesty twice a week.” Mrs. Kang prefaced, and the room goes silent. As she continues ruffling through folded papers inside the wooden box, you are already aware of how the partner system is going to work.

Everything was going to be randomly assigned.

“We have 26 of you total which means there will be 13 pairs.” Mrs. Kang announces, and she walks around the class starting from the left where the person is picking a folded paper out of the box. Each person who had unfolded their paper sat patiently until Mrs. Kang had completed distributing the paired assignments around the room. She is fetching a pen and paper as she sits on her desk.

“Alright, our first pair is –” Mrs. Kang looks up to see two people raise their hands; it had been Hoseok and a girl with the prettiest bangs named Mimi. Mrs. Kang continued jotting down the pairs until you scanned the number on your own paper; a large 12 inscribed on your already tattered paper.

You hear Mrs. Kang’s voice as she calls out for the twelfth pair and you raise your hand. You don’t see anyone in your periphery raise their hands, so you turn your body around to search for your partner.

Your body turns cold and still, but you can feel your cheeks get warm at the sight of Namjoon seated down at the back with Hoseok with his hands raised, revealing that he had pulled the same number as you. The thumping in your heart is loud and it beats hard as each moment passes.

Both your hands lower and you are trying to turn your attention back to the front of the class where your teacher stood, but you can feel his eyes on you. You remembered scolding yourself, unaware of why you were so nervous and so shocked to be his partner – he saw you nothing more than another classmate; someone to help him with his assignments.

“Perfect! Since we have our pairs, everyone will be sitting next to their partner from now on; I don’t care where it’ll be. I just need you to sit with them, so we’re not scrambling at the last thirty minutes of class to find them.” Mrs. Kang says sternly, clearly not wanting to waste time in this class. “Shall we begin?”

“How do you already have so much shit to do?” Jungkook laid comfortably on your bed, shoving down salt and vinegar potato chips that your parents had bought from the store last weekend. “Do you like never take a break from reading or what?”

“It’s just a really interesting book.” You say as you flip through the next page and bite into an apple.

You two laid on your bed, basking in the afternoon sun. Normally, you two didn’t have this much down time. Last summer, you two volunteered to be camp counselors to lessen the boredom you two would endure. It was either that or spending every goddamn weekend on the golf course with Jungkook’s parents and yours.

“I was thinking of trying out for the track & field team.” Jungkook informs you and you resume reading. “Namjoon-hyung tells me that the team runs right after school and it sounds fun. Events are early though, and we all know I’m not an early riser.”

The mention of Namjoon urged you to reminisce back to your last period that day. Mrs. Kang mentioned that she wasn’t going to let the class immediately sit right next to their homework partner – thank god. You just wouldn’t know what to talk about with him; you don’t really know what to talk about with people because they always somehow led the conversation back to your older sister.

But, at the end of class, he did manage to keep up with you as you hastily packed all your items into the bag before you darted outside of the classroom. You planned on walking home with Jungkook and you two would meet at the front of the school. Namjoon, somehow, caught up to you in time.

He had grabbed your arm and greeted with you with his million-dollar smile. “Hey,” He breathes, and you stop to offer him a meeker and shier smile.

“Hi, what’s up?”

“You’re meeting with Guk?”

You give him a single nod before he hands you two pieces of paper. You’re curious as to what they are, and you see the words parent’s consent form along with the health forms to give to a doctor – for a physical.

“He’ll know what they’re for.” He reassured you and you hold onto the forms. “Thanks for that. I have to go; I have a meeting in five minutes with the student council.”

“I’ll be sure to give it to him. Was there anything else you wanted to tell him?”

He shakes his head, and he starts reversing his steps, clutching onto the straps of his bags. “I – um, I’m really looking forward for calculus – you know, the whole partner thing. I must be really lucky to be partnered with a cracked, math whiz like you.”

Now, you’re blushing because you weren’t really sure if you were supposed to be flattered or offended.

And he read you so well because he is suddenly panicking but he hid it. He stops his reverses, and he takes one step closer to you.

“I’ll see you and Guk at lunch tomorrow, if that’s alright?” He hums; his voice sounded so soft and clear to you – no one can hear a single thing he had said to you, but you heard him bright as day. Suddenly, you feel a grin creep up to your mouth and you nod once. You had regained some of your confidence back and Namjoon can see it. “Cool, well, I’ll see you ‘round, YN.”

“Earth to YN.” Jungkook snaps at you and you pay attention to your friend who is lying next to you. “Did you hear a single thing I said?”

“Sorry ‘bout that. I dozed for a couple minutes.” You admit and he scrunches his brows, dismissing your moment of silence.

“I was asking how it was like to be in a class of seniors.”

“There’s no difference, honestly.” You begin your thought. “It sucks just because I don’t really know anyone, and everyone knows everyone.”

“Yeah, but you have Namjoon-hyung and Hobi-hyung.” Jungkook reassures you. “They’re basically your friends now because we’ll be hanging around them a lot.”

You weren’t sure if you were looking forward to or nervous to be spending a lot more time with the older guys. They made a good first impression on you though; they’ve probably only mentioned your sister’s name once. Granted, it was only thirty minutes spent together, but it was so much better than most of the conversations you’ve had with everybody else.

“That’s true. I have Namjoon as my homework partner, so I’ll… definitely need to get along with him.” You chuckle under your breath as you read through each line without comprehending a single thing. Your mind had been so clouded with the idea of Namjoon and you weren’t sure why.

Jungkook decided not to stay for dinner that evening even though mom made two pans of lasagna to feed a village. However, he did help you and your mother prepare it. Your mom was pretty insistent on it, so you promise that you’d be giving him some leftovers for lunch the next day. Your dad arrived home next; it was a typical evening – he beelined to your mom, planted a kiss on her cheek and patted your back before he hastily moved to the office to continue working. Sena arrived home from school at a later hour than usual before she was already setting the plates on the dining table.

“Alright, Guk, final offer.” Your mother says as she is pulling out two piping pans of lasagna out of the oven.

“No, thanks, Mrs. LN.” He respectfully declines before he is swinging his backpack over his shoulder. “Mom’s expecting me home right about now for dinner. I’ll definitely ask YN to pack me up some leftovers though.”

“Alright.” She waves him a goodbye before you are showing him to the door. “Walk home safely.” She bids him a goodbye softly as she pulls the foils off the pan.

“Pack me an extra serving, please.” Jungkook pleads and you roll your eyes before he already made his way out of the door.

“Honey, dinner’s ready!”

“You did not tell me Jungkook was friends with Namjoon.” Sena settles herself on the dining table and you sit right across from her, waiting for your mom to begin serving everyone a slice of lasagna.

“Quite frankly, I didn’t know Jungkook even knew Namjoon either. I’d say I’m just as surprised as you are, but I really don’t know what the fascination is with Namjoon.” You lied through your teeth as your mom serves herself first (she called dibs on the corner piece) and you decide on getting the smallest piece since you weren’t so hungry that evening.

“Are you talking about Mr. and Mrs. Kim’s son? Is this the same Namjoon we’re talking about right now?” Your mom’s curiosity is evident in her tone, taking small bites out of a side salad she had prepared.

“Yes, and Sena is hopelessly in love with him.” You shove the lettuce into your mouth as you wait for your lasagna serving to cool down momentarily.

“How can you not be in love with him?” She breathes out hastily. Your dad has his brows raised in disbelief; his daughter talking endlessly about her crush.

“He is a nice boy; responsible, kind, gentle, polite, seems to get things done, really cute too.” Your mom lists his never-ending advantages, and you stray away from their eyes because you hate the admit that you find him incredibly cute.

“Can we please talk about something other than this boy?” Your father is already exhausted from listening to you talk about Namjoon and you don’t blame him, really. “How was the first day for you, dear?” He refers to you and you are still chewing on your dinner.

“I have three classes with Guk. I like all of my classes so far; I can already tell calculus is going to be… a lot of work. We have a test every week and we mandatory study sessions after school for the exam to qualify for college credits. Thankfully, I have a partner to work with just in case I don’t understand anything. There’s also –”

“Who’s your partner? Maybe I know them.”

Your silence is defeating, and you look at your dad who is waiting for his answer and you dart your eyes back at Sena who is piecing the puzzle in her head, so she drops her mouth open, gasping at your lack of a response.

“No fucking way!”

“Language, please, Sena.” Your mom scolds.

“I mean, you’ve been in the same classes as him before! I’m sure you’ve been in a group project with him or something. You guys are in the same clubs. I don’t understand why you haven’t asked him out.” You weren’t so sure what motivated you to blurt it all out because your sister was definitely a good catch, but the obsession with him was getting way out of hand.

“That’s ridiculous, YN. I would never ask out a guy. I don’t even know he likes me that way.” Sena is taking small bites out of her dinner and you sigh to yourself, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “If there was only a way for me to find out. It’s not like I have a sister who’s partners with him in a class – oh, she’s also best friends with his next-door neighbor! How convenient.”

She eyes at you where you decide to focus on your meal, but her eyes are pleading and desperate.

“I… am completely eliminating myself from this predicament, Sena. If you want to ask him out for yourself, you should do it. Besides, who wouldn’t like you? You’re amazing.” Your voice is sincere and genuine, and you hope she pushes all of her fears and insecurities to the side to do something about her feelings.

“It would just be so much easier if I knew if he thought I was cute or something.”

“Everyone thinks you’re cute.”

“That’s not the point, YN. Listen, how ‘bout this? You don’t even have to drop my name in there; just ask what his ideal girl is like or something… or let Guk do the work! I’m sure he already knows the answer. Just help a girl out, please, YN.” You sigh defeated because your sister was really good at convincing.

It wasn’t really hard to figure out what type of girl Namjoon was interested in or… if he was interested in girls. All of this was easier said than done and you were going to rely on Jungkook a lot on this.

“I’m not going to prioritize this.” You surrender and she is giddy in her seat.

“YN, you are the best sister anyone could ask for.”

Several weeks have passed since you had last had your conversation with your older sister. You made an emphasis that you weren’t going to prioritize delving into Namjoon’s personal life. You were purely on a calculus homework and best friend’s next door neighbor relationship with him. But you finally get an idea of what Namjoon likes in a girl when he had to leave early for calculus to get pep rally ready for the first football game that Friday.

Unknown [14:34]: It’s Namjoon. Got your number from Guk.

For some reason, you feel your heart leap out of your chest at the text message. You’re still seated in calculus class working on the first few problems of your homework without him. You look up to see that Mrs. Kang is too busy assisting other students confused with the problem. Honestly, you were confused too and were unsure with your methods, but your mind had been too focused on your cellphone the entire time.

Namjoon [14:35]: Should’ve gave you the heads up about this. Sorry about leaving you alone to work. ):

You [14:36]: It’s no big deal. Seems like everyone’s confused, tbh.

Namjoon [14:36]: Fuck, mb. It’s the first game of the night, so I’m kind of required to be here. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.

Namjoon [14:37]: I have some down time after setting up. Maybe we can work on it then?

You [14:37]: Just tell me the time and place, I’ll be there. (:

Namjoon says that he had somebody covering his duties for the student council before the game began. You see him rushing inside a computer lab that remained open for students to use. You had reserved a table at a secluded corner because you wanted to be away from prying eyes. He spots you trying to reread your notes and erase the umpteenth method you had tried for a word problem you were stuck on.

He admires the way your brows knit together; lips pursed as you began redoing your method on a separate piece of paper. He keeps standing, not taking his place on the chair right next to you – too afraid that you would interrupt your flow. You feel a presence right next to you and he nearly gives you a fright and you realize just how tall he is.

“You scared me.” You inform and he chuckles softly at how endearing it was. He takes the seat right next to you where he is already pulling out notebook and pencils from his bag.

“I left my book at my locker. Do you mind if I share your book with you?” You look at your open textbook and nod at once pushing the textbook closer for both of you to see. “Thanks.” He scoots much closer than you had intended and when he strips his hoodie off of him, you can smell his cologne and how good it smelled on him.

You ignore your thoughts and scurry back to the problem you’re on.

“What problem did you end on?” He inquires and you point to the exact word problem you had been staring at for the past thirty minutes in class.

“It’s been bugging me. I didn’t want to ask Mrs. Kang because I wanted to figure it out myself.” You were so stubborn, he thought to himself. You had only completed a total of eight problems when there was so much more to do for the weekend. For some reason, you decided to stay stuck on that problem for god knows how long and Namjoon found it adorable – one of the few attributes he liked about you.

He reads the word problem and begins trying to solve the problem on his own. After several tries, he had figure out what you had done wrong and he so desperately wanted to point it out to you. Just when he was about to open his mouth, you turn to him and shake your head, covering your ears with your hands.

“No. I refuse to let you tell me what you did wrong. I can figure this out myself.” You whisper harshly. Namjoon can’t help but respond with silenced laughter because this is exactly how your homework sessions have been going; just the both of you refusing to let the other correct each other until the other figured it out themselves.

“Can I give you one clue?”

“Nope.” You popped your ‘p’ to accentuate just how persistent you were. You stuck out your lower lip as you examined the word problem again and he looked at the glossiness of your mouth and the softness of your cheeks; how he desperately wanted to lay his own petals right on yours as his fingers crawl to your face.

“So, I have a question.” He starts.

“And I can try to give you an answer depending on what it is.”

“Are… you and Guk by any chance – y’know?” His question is vague, but you definitely know what he is asking you because lots of people were never really used to the idea of a boy and a girl ever being best friends; for some reason, people assume they always end up dating and never talking to each other again.

“God, no. I love him, but I don’t love him like… I’d date him.” Your cheeks were fully flamed, and you weren’t so sure why you were so embarrassed to discuss this with Namjoon. All the times you had to clarify people on your relationship with Jungkook, you were almost disgusted and quick to reassure people that you two were nothing more than friends.

“Well, is there anyone you were willing to date?” Namjoon is pushing the boundaries here and he knows it very well. But he feels like he has gotten to know you well enough in the past few weeks to ask such a question.

“Not that… I know of really.” You try to remain composed when you respond to his question, but you feel his eyes burn into your soul, so you’re doing everything you can to avoid his stare. But Namjoon continues to stare right into you. He really can’t take his eyes off of you. “Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever really experienced what it’s like to be attracted to –” Just when you had mustered the confidence to look at him, he is quite literally staring so deeply into your eyes that it is taking your breath away.

He is making you eat your words right now; you can’t take your eyes off of him.

“You don’t know what it’s like to…?”

“I don’t what it’s like to be attracted to someone.” You sigh softly; your breath fanning him. “On the contrary, I don’t think anyone’s ever really been attracted to me.” A chuckle comes erupting from your mouth, shaking your head. “Fortunately, that’s not really my goal in high school.”

“You don’t know that.” He quips.

“I don’t know what?”

“If someone’s been attracted to you before.” You shake your head in disbelief, chewing on the inside of your cheek knowing fully well that he was doing this because he wanted to seem like a dick for not disagreeing with your self-deprecation.

“Well, what about you?” You pose the question to him. “From what I understand, most girls and guys I pass by swoon every time you pass by.” He is chuckling to himself this time and he is very much aware of his desirability among his classmates. “You have plenty of choices; I’m sure you have the opportunity to date someone you must really like at this very moment.”

“That’s what I’m hoping on. I’m just not quite sure how she feels about me.” You feel like you were unraveling his darkest secrets and you were happy he considered you close enough to reveal who it is or give an inkling to who it is.

“Do I know her by any chance?” You’re hoping that you can narrow down who he is interested in. Because you barely knew anybody, you knew this would be a piece of cake.

“Yes.” He replies simply and he is staring at you. “You know her very well, YN.” He sighs, hoping you would finally understand what he is alluding to.

“Is she in my grade?” You were really hoping that the answer would be no or else you’d be breaking some terrible news to Sena that evening after the football game.

Namjoon nods slowly and he can see how you are not picking up his hints. He sees the slight disappointment in your face for whatever reason. Suddenly, he is perplexed because, in his eyes, he has made it pretty clear who he was interested in from the get-go. Many people should make the assumption, too, considering there was only one person he had his eyes on – only one person he was giving his attention to.

“Is it… that girl in Guk’s class who –”

As you are trying to list out the girls in your class who has interacted with Namjoon, he is in complete disbelief that you have not figured it out at all. How much more clueless could you get? He is sighing now because is frustrated. He admires your persistence when it came to solving difficult word problems in calculus but it’s frustrating when you are unaware of his feelings for you.

Just when is about to confess his feelings for you, you are greeted with another presence calling for both your names.

“So, this is where you two have been.” Jungkook ambles hastily towards your table and you grin from ear to ear when he is taking out his algebra textbook. “YN, one last chance, please. I didn’t pass my last quiz which brought me one letter grade down and my dad’s going to make me quit track & field if I don’t –”

“I told you I’d help you over the weekend, dumbass. I’m busy getting shit done with Namjoon.” You breathe softly before he is hugging you on your side and you grunt at how much stronger he has gotten. “But you’re buying me coffee for a week.”

“Sick.” Jungkook simply replies before he begins unpacking some of his homework. “You excited for the football game, Namjoon-hyung?” Jungkook queries and Namjoon is baffled because the moment is gone. One interruption from his next-door neighbor and the moment’s lost.

“Fuck yeah.” Namjoon replies and he sees that you’ve suddenly lost interest in the subject. You were subconsciously listening on their conversation while you are back to resolving the complicated word problem right in front of you. “Will you two be going to the game?”

“I’ll go, but YN won’t go because she hates crowds and, honestly, she doesn’t know how the game.” You exhale in response to Jungkook’s statements. Namjoon observes that you decide to move onto another problem, wanting to tackle the word problem at a different time. “Everyone you know will practically be there. Why not give it a shot?”

“We usually have half of the bleachers reserved for the student council since we’re in charge of tickets and concessions, so it won’t be that big of a crowd.” Namjoon attempts to entice you with modifications to appease your concerns. “Plus, we’d all get to hang out with each other; no homework, no calculus talk – just… us.”

Jungkook is stunned to see you agree.

The night was a lot more enjoyable than you thought it would be. Namjoon waived off the entrance fee for the game the moment he mentioned that you and Jungkook were volunteers. Taehyung was already on the field taking photographs of the football players and cheerleaders while Jimin took photographs of the students on the bleachers. You even passed by your own sister who was busy with her own group at the entrance entertaining friends, families, and alumni into the bleachers. Meanwhile, Namjoon was overseeing every single aspect of the event; he was mainly at the concessions, not wanting to create so much traffic around it.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” You offer your assistance before he notices that you have your hair all tied up. “I’ve washed my hands if that helps.” Namjoon can’t hide his smile and he offer you a pair of food safe gloves.

“I’m usually one to decline help, but we really need it. Let’s see – Yuqi really needs to go use the bathroom, so you can be in charge of the drinks and chips right now.” You take your station at the drinks and chips stations. It was going faster than you had expected; people ordered too fast or too slow – there was no in between. There were people who were very certain with their order which you appreciated. Then, there were the people who were very fickle with their order and you can’t help but stand awkwardly to wait for them to decide.

“I can’t believe you roped me into helping.” Jungkook grumbles under his breath. “Hey, I didn’t rope you into anything.” You take the five-dollar bill from the student and offer them back their change.

“Yeah, but you made me seem like a real asshole sitting there not helping.” You can’t help but laugh at Jungkook’s pout because you knew just how much he wanted to just spend his time on the bleachers, watching the game with his hyungs. But he was stuck here helping out the student council while most of them were on their bathroom breaks.

“Once someone’s back from their bathroom break, you can go back to your game.” You soothe him and the chaos outside the booth is starting to die down. Less and less people were coming because they’ve all satisfied their craving and the game was building up – it was pretty close, so you understand why Jungkook was in there sulking with you. When you turn to look at Namjoon, hoping to convince him to let Jungkook off the hook, you don’t see him there.

You look out the window to hear your sister’s pretentious giggle. She laughed so differently around him – acted so differently around him. He stood right next to her with the rest of the council members, giving them a big pep talk. She looked at him like he was an angel who fell from heaven. Their conversation ends and the rest of the council members disband except Sena and Namjoon. They are having a personal conversation and you can’t read mouths, but you can’t tear your eyes away from their beaming faces.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” You clear your throat, speaking so softly so only Jungkook can hear you.

“I’m all ears.”

“Does – does Namjoon have a type?” You say out of curiosity. Jungkook raises a brow at you, curious as to what motivated you to ask the question.

“Uh, I don’t know. I’ve never really heard hyung talk about any girls… or his type, to be honest.” He hums and he is staring at you stare at your sister and Namjoon. “Why’d you ask?”

“It’s… for Sena.” It was the truth, but your own curiosity was definitely a motivating factor. “She’s been obsessed with Namjoon since… as long as I can remember.” You breathe out, hoping no one else can eavesdrop on your conversation. “She’s been talking a lot about him more since she found out I knew him, y’know?”

“Huh,” Jungkook leans on the table and folds his arms. “Why doesn’t she just tell him?”

“Apparently, she needs some sort of confirmation that he thinks of her that way too, so she doesn’t make a fool of herself.”

“Why don’t you just ask him then?” Your silence is clearly something Jungkook wasn’t expecting because you never actually considered it once. “He’s a pretty easy-going guy; just ask him and he’ll be honest.”

“We’re not on that level of friendship yet, I guess.”

“Well, I consider you guys close enough to ask that kind of question.”

“Then, he’d just assume I’m being friends with him because my sister was using me.”

“Well, are you?”

“No.”

Your own answer stuns you almost. Just a couple weeks ago, you knew nothing of Namjoon and, suddenly, you are on a level of friendship where you think you can confide him in anything. Perhaps, now, you really understood why everyone obsessed over him; why everyone wanted to be friends with him, why everyone wanted to date him, why everyone just wanted to be noticed by him.

“Then, feel free to ask him yourself.”

You hadn’t really worked up the courage to talk to Namjoon about his dating life. You repeated to yourself that it wasn’t really a priority to delve into what goes on behind the scenes with Namjoon. You were in a consistent state of going to school, doing your homework, reading books, and retraining your body to try out for the swim team next semester.

But the time came when you got sick for an entire week and missed so much material, especially calculus material.

But you were eternally saved by Namjoon himself.

Namjoon had requested to drop off the homework sheets and printed copies of his notes over to you. Everything was so detailed, and you were impressed with how organized everything seemed to be. You didn’t know what motivated you to reach for your phone on your bed and dial in his number. Maybe you felt like it deserved a personal thanks rather than a typed one.

“YN?” His voice on the other line sounded so surprised and there was so much noise on the other end. “Give me a second.” He excuses before you hear him move to another location, somewhere much quieter.

“How many times do I have to thank you for being an absolute saint?” Your voice sounded so stuffed. The flu was getting to you really bad, but you were recovering well. But he chuckles into the receiver and you are flipping through each page he had printed before you fall onto your bed, sighing blissfully. “I’m serious, Joon. I’ll say it a million times if I have to.”

“You’ve pulled my weight when I was off doing council work so much. I’m sure if I got sick, you’d do the exact same thing. It’s what partners do.” Namjoon is smiling from ear to ear; he was glowing, and no one was there to really witness it. “I – um, did you see my note attached at the back?”

You are now flipping through the pages frantically until you see a handwritten sticky note that read: “We have a quiz on the Monday you come back. I’m free this weekend if you wanted to study with me.” And there was even a little smiley face attached to it and you are experiencing a whirlwind of emotions.

“You have got to be fucking with me.” You can feel the panic starting to bubble in the pits of your belly, but you were trying not to let it show. “You’ve already done so much for me. I can’t rob you of your weekend. It’s just – It’s just too much.”

“I’m happy to do it, Ace. I promise.” The guy deserved everything in the world because he was too generous for the world and you weren’t so sure what you did to deserve such kindness.

“Ace?”

He chuckles embarrassingly into the receiver, chewing on his cheeks. “I – uh, it’s a nickname. I hope you don’t mind.” Suddenly, butterflies erupt from your stomach and there is a glow on your cheeks that you are very much aware of and you are curling into your bed with a shit eating grin on your face.

“I – I like it.” You sigh and Namjoon leans on the wall as he observes the rest of his friends and council members enjoy slices of pizza, taking a well-deserved break from preparing for the pep rally event coming up next week.

“So, is that a yes to a study session this Saturday?”

“Yes.” Your voice is small and hesitant because it feels like you’re doing something wrong when you were just having a quiz session with your calculus partner.

“Great. My place or yours?”

Namjoon insisted on coming over to your place because you were still recovering. Coincidentally, your parents had the weekend trip away with your dad’s work colleague for a wine tasting event. You debated whether you wanted to tell Sena that Namjoon was going to be arriving in an hour, but you soon realize that she was out with her friend’s house for a movie night session.

You had the place all to yourself and you were relieved and frantic all at once.

You busied yourself the entire day to make yourself look decent; brushed hair, brushed teeth, clean face, and fresh clothes. You throw used tissues into trash bins, changed your sheets, and kicked all of your dirty laundry into your hamper that had fallen on the carpeted floors. As you are jogging downstairs, you discover you have no food in the fridge, so you’d probably have to order a pizza or something to share with Namjoon.

Immediately, you question why you are so desperate to make the place and yourself so presentable when this was a mere tutoring session with your calculus partner?

The doorbell ringing prompts you to peek through the peep hole and you see him; he is wearing a regular white t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. He has his hoodie thrown over his shoulder as he begins texting a message on his phone, waiting for you to open the door for him.

When you unlock the front door and open the door for him, you smile timidly at him.

“Hi,” You greet him nervously.

“Hey, Ace.” He waves before he examines how you look. Despite your red nose and tired eyes, he missed seeing your face for a week; he really did. You stood awkwardly fiddling with your fingers and he can sense just how anxious you are, so he decides to tread lightly. “May I come in?”

His tone is so polite which effectively allows you to open the door wider for him to enter. You are nodding and you close the door shut behind him, ensuring that you have locked them. “I – um, I can’t really offer you anything to eat since my parents are out of town, but we can order pizza, if you want. It’s what my sister and I usually do.”

“I’m more than okay with pizza.” He permits and you nod and begin walking to the living room. “Will we be working here?”

“We can work anywhere.” You announce. The conversation is so light, and you hate how quick yet reluctant you are to your responses. “I – I can get you a glass of water, if you’d like. I’ll just get my things from upstairs and bring them down to the living room.” You inform him and he nods as he is making himself comfortable on the couch.

You are scurrying off upstairs to go get your materials and catching your breath because you think you were holding your breath the entire time. You’re stalling because you’re making a check list of every single thing you need for downstairs to avoid seeing him or talking with him. Just when you are about to exit, you see him at the bottom of the stairs. He is examining each family portrait on the wall.

Your face is hot because you can only imagine how terrible you looked like a child, so you jog downstairs with your study materials to gain his attention. “I never really realized how much Sena looks like your dad.” Namjoon comments and you stop in your tracks, only to examine the portrait he is looking at. “Exact same nose and smile.”

You purse your lips into a thin line because you are reminded once again that he is probably only interested in getting to know Sena – there was always that possibility. You were so familiar with this feeling of discussing your sister with other people because – yes, she is absolutely beautiful and intelligent and there was no denying it.

“But you are like your mother.” He comments as he takes a closer look at your mom who seems to be so much more youthful. “The way she’s smiling here looks so much like the way you smile.” He describes and you allow him to explain more by staying silent. “When you smile, your nose kind of crinkles and the corners of your eyes creases and your dimples are a lot more –”

Your throat seizes because you’re flattered and aware that he has perfectly examined your appearance and all the features in what he sees. He grows silent and he is chuckling nervously, scratching the back of his hand to distract himself.

“Sorry that was… super random.” Namjoon clears his throat, and you are shaking your head before you point towards the living room.

“I – I’m ready now.”

Now, you’re desperately hoping Sena doesn’t come home too early from her friend’s house.

Hours have passed since Namjoon have gotten you caught up with all of the materials and have assisted you through last week’s homework sheets. Namjoon was impressed with how you can keep up despite your recovering condition. One minute, you were sneezing and wiping your nose clean and, the next minute, you have your lips pursed and brows furrowed as you are writing equations down on a separate piece of paper.

“I got a question for you.” Namjoon begins and you are still too busy piecing everything together for a specific word problem you wanted to master.

��Shoot.”

“Are you always this focused?” You are typing things into a calculator before you are erasing things on your paper and you turn to look at him, showing him the calculator.

“Is this the right answer?” You ignore his question for a moment.

He nods and you grin at him before you proceed onto the next word problem.

“If I’m a week’s worth of lessons behind, yes, I’m focused all the time.” Namjoon is shaking his head and he is in awe at how you are so quick at writing all the information; he notices how neat your handwriting is too. Namjoon checks his watch and realizes just how late it has been and he clears his throat as he looks out the window to see the sun has gone completely down.

“Will your sister be coming home tonight?” Namjoon notices that you stop writing – you stop solving the word problem that you are tackling because you, suddenly, realize that he is asking about your sister.

“She’s probably still at a friend’s house or something.” He senses the atmosphere has changed and you shift your mind back to the practice problem right in front of you. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason – well, I honestly thought she should be taking care of her recovering sister.” You snicker at his statement.

“She’s a great sister, but she’s not that great.” You quip, biting your tongue at how ridiculous he sounded. “I think we can all agree that she’s smart, charismatic, and ambitious. I will admit she’s a really considerate sister too, but she thinks caring for her ill sister is a parents’ job – not hers.”

“Okay, okay, I get it she’s amazing but not… amazing.” He raises his hands to surrender and his words coming out of his mouth urged you to inquire about his relationship with her.

“If you think she’s amazing, why don’t you date her?” The words came spilling out of your mouth uncontrollably. Maybe it was the meds, you thought. You see the grin disappear from Namjoon’s face into utter confusion and he tilts his head for further clarification. “What I mean is that… you’ve known her and worked with her for so long and she’s a great girl – I’m obviously really biased considering she’s my sister, but you two would make a… great couple.”

You didn’t believe that you were talking about this to Namjoon. You didn’t think you would have the guts to discuss this with him, but the opportunity came up and you took it. But you are faced with such an unfamiliar emotion. True discomfort arises at the pit of your stomach as Namjoon’s brows furrow together and he is shaking his head with the same boyish grin he always flaunted to the world.

“Ace, she’s great, but I… honestly see her as a friend.” He isn’t so sure how many times he’s reiterated those words before. Because little did you know, so many people have asked the exact same thing. Peers and colleagues in their class were very much aware of Sena’s not so little crush on Namjoon for quite some time.

“Well, I mean, isn’t that how all relationships really start? Becoming friends and then possibly developing feelings for each other? Most people always see each other as friends until one of them is aware of the others’ feelings, right?” Your tone was so quizzical. You were treating this conversation like it required rationale and logical reasoning to tackle the issue at hand.

But this wasn’t a problem the mind can solve.

“That’s the usual circumstance, yes.” He admits and he sees that you resume back to the worksheet. “But I’ve known Sena’s had a thing for me and, quite frankly, I’ve been interested in someone else for a while, remember?”

“Someone far more interesting than Sena?” You are in disbelief. You are trying to eliminate other people in school who is on the same social standing as your older sister. “That’s… not possible.” You breathe.

“You’re wrong.” You stop writing because you are retracing your steps on the word problem you are solving. He finds it so endearing how you can’t seem to understand that he is utterly into you, but you are so lost in numbers.

“No, don’t tell me, Joon. I’ve told you this hundreds of times –” You lift your head to look at him to accentuate your reminder; you didn’t want to know what you wrong, you wanted to solve the problem yourself unless you demanded the assistance yourself.

Normally, Namjoon would comply with your request. It was so rare for him to point out your mistake, but he figured this was the perfect time to do so.

“You’re so stubborn.” He breathes before he dives in.

You don’t complete your sentence. Because when you turn your head to look at him with pleading eyes, you are met with his pillowy petals on yours. Your cheeks heat instantaneously, and you can feel your heart leap from your chest.

His kisses were soft and slow. You don’t realize that he has already cupped your cheeks. You’ve never kissed anyone ever before but, for some reason, it was like you knew how to move your mouth against his. He was gentle but there was a certain control he possessed. You pull away momentarily to breathe and, suddenly, you feel the heat of his tongue swipe on your lower lip. A shuddered whimper leaves your mouth before you are regrettably pulling away from addiction.

“N – no, that’s not possible.” You’re still in denial from the events that occurred. “Sena – she’d be so… betrayed if she –” Your brain is glitching and it didn’t help that you can taste the mint of his lips on yours.

“Listen, Ace, for one moment stop thinking about Sena and answer me honestly.” Namjoon positions his body to look straight onto you. “Do you feel the same way I do or not?”

“I don’t – I don’t know.” You shrug before avoiding his eyes. “I – I shouldn’t like you.” You sigh defeated and you are covering your face. You were ashamed not because you like him, but because you didn’t understand what you were really feeling, and you didn’t understand what you wanted to do. “Why – why do you like me?”

“You’re hardworking and incredibly intelligent.”

“I know plenty of other girls who are… exactly the same.”

“Your tastes in book are impeccable. You’re selfless to a degree that I can’t quite comprehend. You keep to yourself, but when you speak your mind, it leaves a lasting impression. Listen, YN, I can keep going, but you can’t… keep doubting my feelings for you.” Namjoon justifies and it was a tough pill to swallow.

You were too stunned to say anything. Too many emotions flooding your brain and it took too long for it to process, so you remained expressionless. Namjoon found it incredibly difficult for him to read your face.

“Ace, it’s really hard to tell how you’re feeling right now.” He points out and you understand just how awkward you sat there; head spinning with so many things to say but very little coming out of your mouth.

“I – I don’t know what you want me to say.” You admit. “I’m not sure what you’re expecting out of me with a confession like this. If I don’t feel the same way, what would’ve happened? If I do feel the same way, what – what was I supposed to do?”

“Well, for starters, do you actually feel the same way as I do?”

“I – I do.” You croak to respond to his inquiry. “I – I don’t think I’ve ever admitted that to myself either, but… I think I like you.”

A wave of relief washed over Namjoon, but there’s a bit of relief for you too. It’s out in the open now, and you know that there’s nothing really you can do about it. There’s a very content grin plastered right across his handsome face, but it slowly transforms into a frown as he realizes that, despite your feelings for each other, nothing will change between the both of you.

“Namjoon, we can’t be anything more than friends.” You realize the unfortunate circumstances the both of you were in. “It’s not fair to my sister. I don’t think it’s very fair to make me choose between you and my sister. I – I don’t think it’s very fair that… you’re in this position.”

Your heart swelled just moments ago, and you can feel it crumble into pieces as the words come spilling out of your lips.

“I understand.” He agrees softly and you perk up at his acquiescence. “I’m not going to force you to be in that position, Ace.” The reassurance softens your tense form, and his fingers cradle your chin, lifting up to be at eye level with you.

“But when you’re ready to reconsider... us, I’ll be waiting.”

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Follow The Sound

BTS OT7 x Reader

Rating: M

Word Count: 3,737

Release Date: April 13, 2020 @ 7 pm

Follow the sound of the pipe, follow this song. It’s a bit dangerous but I’m so sweet. I’m here to save you, I’m here to ruin you. You called me, see? I’m taking over you.

Trigger Warning: The following story contains mentions of manipulation, harassment, and child k*dnapping. The behavior and mindset of the characters in this will be incredibly yandere and toxic. This is a work of fiction and doesn’t represent the character of bangtan sonyeondan. Enjoy ~~~

“We must do something! Surely there is someone who can help.”

“Do you not think we’ve exhausted every possible option.”

“The rats are eating our rations and overrunning our fields. At this rate, we’ll starve before winter comes.”

“I always said that this was something we shouldn’t overlook, but all anyone did was call me the crazy rat lady.”

“You all are over exaggerating. They’re rodents, not mythical beings.”

“This is all a trial put forth by god to test us. We have sinned and this is our punishment.”

YN glanced over to her son beside her, Felix was busy tugging at a string on his pants, he likely had toned out all the ‘adult talk’ though what was currently happening resembled more a screaming match, then a town hall meeting. Gently, YN patted his hair and the small child leaned against her, closing his eyes. It was past his bedtime, but YN had no one to care for him so she’d dragged him to the town meeting. Aware of how they would all look at her, the second she presented with the small child next to her. Felix was still too young to understand why the townsfolk resented him. Too young to understand that his parents youthful recklessness had led to his birth and their alienation from town. It was only once Hyunjin died that they’d accepted her back into the community, though very reluctantly.

The mayor cleared his throat, causing the commotion to die down as they all looked upon the man. He was of short stature, pudgy, and balding. He’d helped the town survive through other disasters but the man now much older and less astute than when he was elected, was out of his depth. “I’ve contacted help, they should be arriving soon. I’ve been promised that within the week, all the rats will be gone.” Murmurs erupted throughout the whole crowd, Felix grumbled before settling more comfortably on the wooden bench. It wasn’t until Mr.Hart, the farmer, stood up that more questions were voiced, “How much is all this going to cost?” When the mayor remained silent, chaos ensued.

YN dug her nails into her palm at the talk of money. Their town wasn’t the wealthiest, most of them managing to scrape by. So if the price was too high, they wouldn’t be able to pay but that brought along more issues. An infestation would ensue and ravage their homes. Finally the mayor spoke again, his voice resonating throughout the old wooden church. “Prices will be discussed once the magnitude is assessed. There is no need to worry, all of us will pitch in with what we can. They’re very reasonable people.” That seemed to calm most people, but YN saw the nervous twitch of the mayor’s brow. She’d long been able to detect whenever the man lied, she had to after all Hyunjin’s father was a deceitful man hiding behind the title of mayor.

Their eyes met and YN looked away quickly, focusing on her son beside her and how he’d managed to fall asleep despite all the chaos around him. The sound of the doors opening indicated that the meeting was adjourned, but YN waited until everyone else shuffled out of the church before waking up her son and walking out with him.

Something gleamed in the moonlight, at first YN couldn’t tell what it was but the iridescent material shined in a way nothing else did in the darkness of the town. There were two figures standing near the middle of the road, but as YN got closer she realized there were more people, they just blended into one another. Each stood tall with a robe adorning their figures, each a different color. YN couldn’t tell anything else from them in the dark lighting, but they all stood surrounding a man - one much shorter in stature. Who looked familiar. Felix, seemingly intrigued by the same thing she was, immediately recognized the man. For a child’s eyes are always sharper and keener, than that of an adult. “Mommy it’s grandpa.”

That very sentence struck fear in YN’s heart, she should’ve turned around but she was already so far from town and her house lay more down the road. She would have to pass the men. “Felix come, I’ll carry you.” The boy didn’t complain as it meant, he wouldn't have to walk. YN moved off the paved ground, trying to get far enough where they might not be able to notice her. Sadly it was too late.

“Ah, there you are.” Mayor Hwang beckoned her closer, reluctantly she neared. Now she could see seven figures, not including Hwang, and they all looked at her with dark expressions on her face. YN tightened her grasp on Felix and pushed his head into her neck. “Good Evening Mayor. What can I help you with?” Her voice came out strong, surprising YN herself. She focused on the mayor trying to read him, but she gathered nothing from his gaze. “These men here,” he gestured to those behind him, “are the ones I’ve enlisted to help with our rodent problem.” YN finally met one of their gazes, the tallest one, his features stretched to a polite smile but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Thank you, I hope the problem can be resolved.” She said, speaking to all of them.

“Yes, yes.” The mayor shot her a pointed look. “They require a place to stay, whilst they deal with the rats. I’ve offered them hospice at the Inn, free of charge of course. I was wondering if you could escort them there, are you not on your way as well?” Any outsider might’ve assumed the Inn was just that, but that was how the mayor referred to her home. The one Hyunjin had built with his bare hands as part of his plan to help the town, of course, they’d all ridiculed him until they saw how beautiful it was. After he’d passed it became an Inn for those traveling or diplomats. It was the only way YN could scrape some money together, here the mayor was inviting seven strangers into her home. There had to be more to it. However, from the pointed look he sent toward Felix she’d have no choice but to oblige.

“Of course, follow me please.” YN turned around and began to walk towards her home. She hoped Hwang had the decency to accompany them, but it seemed the man was insistent on proving her wrong at every point. “Well, I bid you goodnight then. YN is an excellent hostess, enjoy yourself, fellas.” There was something hidden in those words, but YN refused to dwell on it for it might spring tears to her eyes. The eight of them walked in silence, for the most part, it wasn’t until Felix began to groan and complain. “I’m hungry mommy. Tired too.” YN tried to shush him, but she knew how grumpy he could get. She tried to adjust him in her arms but struggled to keep him up much longer. Her arms shaking slightly.

One of the men stepped forward, walking beside her. “I could carry him if you’d like.” He looked young, though still older than her. A smile played on his lips that made him look harmless, it reminded her of Hyunjin slightly. “I’d hate to -” But the man insisted, reluctantly she handed Felix over who seemed much more comfortable in the stranger's arm. He even whispered softly, “You smell nice Mr.” Which caused the group behind her to let out small chuckles. YN didn’t want to admit, but it set her nerves at ease just a bit. Finally, the Inn was in sight and YN took out the keys from her pocket, she’d have the men settle in first. Her room and Felix’s always remained locked so there would be no fear the men would go in there.

They quickly poured in once she entered, now in candlelight, their robes looked black and YN wondered if her eyes had tricked her before. “Um, the bedrooms are to the left. If you need anything feel free to let me know. Breakfast is served at seven, lunch at noon, and dinner at seven.” The tallest of the group smiled, dimpled cheeks on display. “Thank you for your hospitality. We’ll try not to intrude too much.” YN waved him off, though it was more out of politeness than anything else. “Please, you're guests. Once again thank you for helping with the rats.” The men all nodded, they all excused themselves to go into rooms except for the youngest who remained by your side.

“Where should I place him?” He asked Felix had fallen asleep on him. Soft snores escaping him. YN stepped forward, “It’s alright I can take him now.” A smile was on the man’s lips again, “Please it is the least I can do.” YN led him to her room, unlocking the door and letting him step in first. Felix was placed on the bed before the man stood straight again.

“Thank you…”

“Jungkook. It’s nice to meet you, YN.”

“Same.”

Before much else could be said, Jungkook excused himself and left her chambers. YN let out a sigh of relief once her door was closed and locked. She stripped off her clothes and put on her nightgown, slipping into bed with her son beside her. As sleep began to overtake her, a sweet melody invaded the room. YN wasn’t sure where it came from, but it was the final push she needed to slip under.

YN soon became accustomed to the men, enough to learn their habits and routine. Something she found strange as they’d only been around for three days, yet each time YN woke up she felt closer to them. Truthfully it also had to do with Felix. Her son didn’t have many friends, most of the townsfolk kept the other children away from him, YN had once tried to explain to him why but at only four years old it was difficult for him to grasp. However, it seems having the seven men around delighted him; it meant he had more people to play with and indulge him that wasn’t just his mother. Felix had favorites though, he’d confessed as much to you last night as you tugged him into bed. All of the men indulged him, but none had managed to capture him the way Yoongi did.

Perhaps, it was because his demure nature reminded Felix of his late-father but he enjoyed spending time with Yoongi. Even if the child was far too energetic for Yoongi’s docile nature.

“Yoongi let’s go play.”

“Yoongi can you read me a book.”

“Yoongi, how tall are you?”

“Yoongi, why are you so short?”

The latter always tended to ignore him, but once in a while he’d throw Felix a smile and ruffle his hair. That was how he’d kept his favor. Of course, YN always scolded Felix for ‘tiring out the guests,’ but the men would shrug and say they had fun with the child. “He keeps me young.” Seokjin would say, attempting to ease her. Truthfully it was an attachment that YN feared: that Felix would grow dependent on the men and they would leave, just like his father had. It was on their fifth day there, that her worst fears came to fruition.

YN had come back late from the town meeting where they discussed the growing rat problem, the men had promised that by the seventh day all the rats would be gone. The town was growing impatient though and talk of payment was scarce. YN, herself, didn’t know how she was going to pay the men but she would figure something else. It wasn’t about money, but respect, after all the men had done for Felix it was the right thing to do. YN quietly opened the door assuming they would all be in bed but was surprised to find them in the main area by the fire.

“Mommy misses him a lot though she doesn’t talk about him.” Felix was sitting on Yoongi’s lap, leaning back against his chest. YN felt her throat constrict at the scene. “She tries to smile, but it isn’t a happy smile.” Felix turned to look at the men surrounding him and shrugged, “Daddy said that I should be the man of the house when he left, but sometimes I forget so it’s up to mommy to do those things.” Hoseok flashed the little boy a pained smile, which the youngest reciprocated. “But it’s okay because since all of you have been here mommy’s smiled more. She looks happy now. I’m happy too because I finally have friends now.” YN struggled to hold back her tears, instead, she snuck past the group heading to her room.

“Ah YN there you are.” Jimin found her in the hall, tears strolling down her face. He gave her a knowing smile before helping her get on her feet. “Taehyung made some tea. Don’t you want some?” Jimin didn’t give her much of a chance to respond before dragging her back to the main area. YN sat next to Taehyung who offered her a cup, slowly Felix crawled down from Yoongi to his mother’s lap. Snuggling up beside her. The nine of them remained in silence, simply letting the sound of crackling firewood echo around the house. The tea was a bit spicy, but YN drank it nonetheless thankful for their kindness towards her and her son. Felix’s eyes began to droop and lull around the way they did when he tried to fight his sleepiness.

“Shh,” YN kissed his forehead tenderly, “Go to bed baby.” Felix nodded and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep. YN looked at the men before her, all gazing at her with pure warmth radiating from them. “Thank you for taking care of him. I don’t know how to repay you.” Namjoon shook his head, “No need to repay us YN. It’s our pleasure.” YN thanked him nonetheless. It was Hoseok who spoke up this time, “Felix was telling us about his dad. Did he pass away?” YN wanted to speak, but whenever she opened her mouth the words died in her throat. “Don’t feel pressured, YN. It’s alright.” It wasn’t though, she could see the curiosity in their eyes. The burning questions they had.

“Hyungjin’s never quite fit in around here. Never conform to the status quo. Both he and I fell in love at a young age and wished to marry. The issue is Hyungjin wasn’t religious, so the church refused to wed us and kicked us out of town. As a result, Felix was deemed a bastard. Money wasn’t easy to come by either, Mayor Hwang wanted his son to fall in line and refused to offer employment if he didn’t. So Hyungjin worked himself to the bone, trying to build both himself and the town. While traveling looking for money he caught the sweat, Felix and I never saw him again.”

YN didn’t realize she was crying until Jungkook wiped the tears off her face. The look of pity in his eyes caused YN to tear up more. Sensing the somber tone, Seokjin tried to lighten it. “How about some music?” Though the other’s still seemed on edge, YN laughed. “Please.” Out of his pocket, he pulled out a wooden flute. It was carved with intricate detail and inscribed at the very bottom were the words ‘Ego Tibi possidendam.’ Gently Seokjin placed his lips upon it and began to play. The tune was hauntingly beautiful, almost whimsical in nature yet still grounded. It entranced YN, she felt her worries lifting off her chest and a strong sense of ease overtaking her.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as YN felt something brush the shell of her ear. “It’s okay YN. Go to sleep.”

“We shall not pay. How do we know the rats didn’t leave on their own?!”

“It might be a trick, maybe they released the rats.”

“I don’t trust them. They must be warlocks.”

YN couldn’t believe her ears, as she glanced around the room at the crowd. The rats were gone, but it seems the vermin had remained. The mayor stood up, “They have shown me the dead corpses of the rats. Drowned in the river.” Oh, thank god. At least someone had common sense and could guide the people the right way. It would be wrong not to pay the men when they’d completed their work accordingly. “However, I am concerned about how they managed to lure all the rats out. There were simply too many, more than we were aware of. I do believe this may have been planned.” YN didn’t even bother waiting until the meeting adjourned, rushing home despite the harsh stares sent her way.

The sun had just set when she’d arrived home, Felix was asleep and the men were nowhere to be found. YN just hoped she wasn’t too late, she rushed to her bedroom and lifted her bed taking out the bit of cash she had stored there. YN exited her bedroom and walked towards Namjoon’s quarters, hoping he was still awake. Hoping he hadn’t left yet. She raised her hand to knock when suddenly the door was yanked open, YN met Namjoon’s cold gaze and saw the others with him inside the room.

“I’m sorry to bother, but…” YN raised her palm, showing him the money. Instantly Namjoon’s gaze softened, but his eyes remained hooded. “I know it isn’t much. Nor is it what was promised, but it is all I have.” When Namjoon refused to take it she placed it in his palm, giving it a quick squeeze. Namjoon didn’t let go of her hand and tugged her into the room. Slowly the door closed behind her, the men were all sitting on the bed staring at her. The air in the room was tense and YN knew the men were upset they’d been cheated.

“We’ll be gone tomorrow morning.” Taehyung spoke, words sharp and clear. Though it was clear to YN that his aggression wasn’t directed towards her, it still made her flinch. “I understand. I will prepare something for you to take on your travels, so you don’t get hungry.” Yoongi shook his head, “No we’ll be gone by the time you wake.” Now she understood what this was. YN nodded, “I see. Well thank you for everything you’ve done for us, for me and Felix, I know he will miss you dearly.”

Jungkook stood up walking towards her, “Will you not miss us too?” There it was. The loaded question. “I will.” They all smiled at her, but it didn’t reach their eyes. Cautiously Jungkook reached out and grasped her hand, before lifting it up towards his lips and placing a kiss. YN felt her heart skip a beat, as the blood rushed towards her cheeks.

“YN look at us,” Her attention turned toward Jimin in the center of the bed. “Lock your doors tonight.”

YN awoke to a pounding and screams, the sun had barely risen yet there was a loud commotion outside. She rushed out of bed and dressed quickly before rushing to open her bedroom door. “Where are they?!” YN was at a loss for words as an elderly woman screeched at her. “What? Who?” YN looked around frantically, only to see that most of the town had assembled in her house. “What do you mean who, you wench. The children? The men? Where are they?!” YN’s eyes widened as the woman’s words dawned on her. Quickly she pushed against the hoard to Felix’s room, throwing the door open - he was gone. “Where’s my son?” She turned around to look back at the townsfolk.

“All the children are gone. Those men have taken them.” YN fell to her knees, shock spreading through her form. No this can’t be happening. Mayor Hwang stepped out from the crowd, he walked towards YN and placed his hand on her shoulder. “It is alright child, we’ll find them. Just tell us where they are?” The squeeze he gave her shoulder might’ve been meant to be comforting, but instead, it spread dread throughout her. “I don’t know where they are.” Sending her one last pitying glance, Hwang stepped back allowing the angry mob to have their way with the innocent girl.

It was evening when YN could move her limbs again, she struggled to get on her feet and deduced she must have several broken bones. She tried to limp to her bedroom but froze when she heard something. The townsfolk had left the Inns door open, not caring if an animal wandered in and finished her. They were probably hoping for it, now that she thought about it. An enchanting melody filled YN’s ears, beckoning her to come closer. YN practically crawled out the door, unable to resist the call. Even if she’d wanted to, her body seemed to behave independently of her mind. So YN walked and walked until she’d left the Inn and town far behind her. It was when the sound began to fade that YN became aware of her surroundings, she’d walked to a clearing where the moon shone brightly on a lake and the opening of a cavern lay. There she saw Felix standing among the seven men, dressed in fine garments and with a smile on his face.

“Mommy you made it!”

YN ran with all her might, ignoring the pain and bleeding, not stopping until she reached her son and embraced him in her arms. “Mommy, why are you hurt?” YN simply cried, shaking her head and holding her son as close to her as she possibly could. “It’s okay mommy, we’ll be safe now.” YN glanced up at the seven men, crying harder when they looked at her with nothing but affection. Seokjin patted her head, “Let us go now, YN. It’s no longer safe for the two of you to stay here.”

YN wanted to ask about the other children, about what they’d done but was unable to form the words. As she gazed at the bright smile on her son’s face, she smiled too before nodding. Jungkook picked Felix up in his arms before Hoseok carried her. The nine of them slowly entering the cave and disappearing from sight.

Sorry it took so long to upload this. My computer was giving me major issues, but I hope you like it @thebiasrekkers. I worked really hard on it.

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SIREN [JJK] | MONSTER SMASH

Hi guys! This is my submission for the KSMUTCLUB MONSTER SMASH. I wanted to try out something new that I haven’t read on here so far, so I decided to go for Siren Y/N. I changed some mythological things, but I still hope you guys enjoy it.

Summary: Siren Y/N lives on Jejudo island, coming out once a year to “hunt” for the ocean. This year, she goes for 7 pretty boys that decided to have a beach day, but she gets to meet them before the accident has to happen and directly falls for Jungkook - but if she talks to him, he will die.

Warnings: smut (fighting for dominance, choking, spitting, unprotected sex, sub!yn, dom!jk, idk what else, it’s disgusting), character death

Word count: 7k

The sea always has been fascinating to you, back in the days, when you were still a small girl, you loved running into it, splashing around with one of your many siblings as your parents watched you with a soft smile. This peaceful memory was nothing compared to those who were hunting you ever since: war, bombs, death. Six-Two-Five, better known as the Korean War, an endless war that somehow lasted until today, 2019. It may not be as violent as it was when you were a teenager, but Korea still wasn’t a peaceful unit like you always wanted it to be.

Your family was one of those who had the chance to flee, a huge American ship was collecting random families that had a better chance in another country – and who was your father to deny such offer? You could never forget that day, the 27th March 1952, almost two years into the war, when a friendly officer lead you and your siblings to the haven, guiding you onto the boat and told you that your parents would be there soon. Well, there you were: one of the oldest girls on board, trying to calm down all those smaller children that were also waiting for their parents, so you did whatever you could do to calm them down. Singing. You’ve always been a great singer, but not many people had the chance to ever listen to you because you were too shy to sing on the streets, nor in front of other people who could possibly be judging you. The only people that ever had the pleasure to listen to your beautiful, warm voice were your siblings and parents. Until now.

Humming to the first melody that came up to your mind, you smiled at a little girl that recognized the song and started to sing along, the others soon following her lead. But every single one of them stopped singing once they heard your voice, almost hypnotizing. They remained quiet until you stopped, nodding towards the officer that announced another ship would bring all the adults separately. You raised an eyebrow, but who were you to mistrust an officer’s lead? The only thought that came up your mind was that with much luck, you’d never have to smell napalm again. From that moment on, Busan was just a bad memory burned into your brain.

It’s probably unnecessary to say that you never saw your parents again, neither did any of the other poor children, because maybe three hours after the boat left, a loud explosion erupted from the ocean, causing your boat to struggle, mass panic to evolve and soon enough, loud cries and begs for help were the only sound heard. Everything went way too fast to explain what was really going on, but a soft melody – not fitting into the loud explosions – echoed through your ears, leading almost everyone to jump over the railing and into the open water. Right into their death.

You were confused, unsure what was going on, but also intrigued by the beautiful singing voice that tried to lead you into the water as well. Step by step, you walked closer to the edge of the boat, glancing into the sparkling water that had endless bodies floating around on the surface. You were the only person on deck by now, voices growing louder in your ears, causing your sight to go black as another explosion caused the boat to crash and slowly sink with you on board. You’ve always been a fighter, but right now you were close to giving up, knowing this situation was already ticked by fate. You felt your body going numb, not even being able to feel the cold burn the water left on your skin, your heartbeat going slower and slower while dizziness and tiredness were taking over your body. “You are a strong one, my love.” You tried opening your eyes, but you couldn’t. Yet, you desperately wanted to know who was talking to you. ‘Who are you? What is happening?’, your thoughts were running wild, but somehow the voice was able to understand you. “I am the ocean, my love. The sea, the lakes and the rain pouring down on you. I can be salty, but I also can be sweet to those who give me love and respect. Would you give me love and respect, dear?” Her voice was almost motherlike, soft and gentle – and maybe the reason you were still alive. ‘I-I don’t know, Miss. Where are we? Why are they dead but I am still alive? Am I alive?’ A warm laugh was heard, hitting you directly into your heart and causing you to smile as well. “You are alive, love. And so, so strong. Tell me, if I gave you a chance, a chance to survive and serve me, would you take it? You are such a beautiful young woman with a voice gifted by the gods, it would be a waste to just let you die under my touch. I can help you survive for at least another hundred years.” The cold waves around you were suddenly just as warm as a comfortable bathtub, your eyes weren’t as heavy anymore – and you were finally able to breath again. Under water!

‘But what about my parents? All those children? Who am I to accept such an offer while seeing this destruction around me?’ Another gentle laugh was heard by the ocean, then it felt like she was stroking your hair and pressing a kiss on your forehead. “That is why I chose you instead of them, you were the only one to worry about the others not just yourself. Now, what do you say, my dear? Would you like to be a part of us? A siren? Living for the ocean, but being able to walk around on the earth just like you did before? Just, maybe once a year, I’ll need your help. You know, this is how I keep alive”, she opens your eyes for you to see all the pain and suffocation, “It may sounds rough to you, but I need this kind of sacrifice to keep all those humans alive with my water. Rain costs energy, so does transporting boats and all those things you humans want me to help you with. You understand that, love, don’t you?” ‘I think I do…’, you whisper, ‘If that’s so, I think… I’d like to be part of your family.’ “I knew you were a smart girl, my love. Now, open your eyes for me, look at you, it is time to wear your ocean dress with pride.”

You do as you’re told, sinking your gaze onto your naked legs just to see beautiful fish swimming around them, pressing thousands of little salt flakes onto your skin until the most beautiful dress you’ve ever seen covered your body. All those wounds you gained from napalm and war in general were gone, it even seemed like you’ve gained a few extra pounds, giving you a healthier look than before. You swim around, laughing from all the new energy you felt, until you took your chance to look around – without seeing anyone. “Ocean?”, your voice was finally heard out loud instead of being just in your head. “I am here, love, everywhere around you. You will never be able to see me, but you can always feel me once you touch water. Just as I will always be able to feel you, my love. Now, swim, decide where you want to live and wait for me to call you once I need your survey. Good luck.”

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Good luck, that’s what you indeed needed whenever your mother ocean called you. Singing other people into death wasn’t exactly what you could call an easy job, even after 50 years of doing to, the weight of thousand dead bodies on your shoulders, you tend to hate every minute of being under water to serve. “She will call soon again, Y/N”, Eunae whispers as the two of you were sitting on rock in the surf. After the ocean sent you away, you settled down on Jeju-Do island, loving the peaceful nature – and the little humans that come here during spring and summer. “I know… And I still have almost another 50 years. Sometimes I really wish I was the one to die during the accident.” Eunae sighs, hugging you from the side as she gives you a sympathetic smile. “You need to forget about that night, Y/N, just like all of us. I don’t know why you’re still holding onto it. Its over, mother ocean made her decision and you should be glad she chose you. What are you missing from your human life? War? Pain? Starvation? Let me tell you that we have the best life right now, despite the little serving we need to do once a year, that’s nothing compared to what mother gave us.” Eunae was always the one to enjoy her new, better life. She didn’t mind all the burdens it costs you.

“I miss speaking to people other than you and Chunhei. I miss having company, I miss going to concerts and restaurants because wherever I go, I’m not able to speak unless I want to cause a mass death.” Eunae laughs, shaking her wild locks with every head movement. “But, Y/N! You can do all of that! Chun and I, we go out with guys all the time, we go to clubs, we go to parties and we have sex, for fucks sake! Just because your voice means death to them doesn’t mean you can’t go out and live your life. You have the chance to travel more than anyone else, we can swim wherever we want! America, Italy, Germany – hell, you haven’t even been to Hawaii or Bali! We need to change that as soon as possible, let me call Chun real quick, maybe she’s up for a little trip-“, “Stop, Eun! Believe me, I don’t want to. I enjoy every second I’m not in the water, sometimes my thoughts are a little to depressing for mother and she scolds me. I don’t need that right now. Besides that, we will need to go into the water sooner than I’d like, let’s rest until then, nobody knows what kind of accident she wants us to create this year”, a heavy sigh leaves your lips as you stand up and climb down the slippery rock, trying not to step into the bigger puddles to avoid any connection with the ocean.

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“My loves, it’s time, come and visit me.”

Sighing, you put your book aside and checked your phone – it was early noon, an unusual time for the ocean to call out for you. “Y/N, are you ready?”, Chun knocked on your door, waiting for you to answer. Instead, you shuffled out of the warmth of your just to walk out in your pajamas. The ocean would change you into your dress anyways. Yawning, you nod towards your friends while opening the front door of your beach house – mother ocean always wanted you close to her. “Let’s get things done”, you mutter while walking towards the calm waves. Instantly you felt the change, tiny droplets of saltwater formed into diamonds on your skin, forming the dress you’ve worn ever since the ocean turned you into her Siren. “Hello mother”, Eunae giggles as her own dress covered her body and she was ready to dive down. You and Chun followed her, but you were the only one feeling a bit off. “Y/N, my love, is something wrong?” Shaking your head, you tried to smile, but you knew it looked fake. “I’m just a bit tired these days, maybe I’ll head off to the volcanos after our job. Don’t worry, mother.” “What is our mission going to be?”, Chun asks curiously, her red curls surrounding her head like Arielle the Mermaid. “7 boys… They will visit your island very soon, I want them. I know this is very specific, but they’re energetic and could feed me for almost two years because of their bond. Their names are Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jeong Hoseok, Kim Namjoon, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook. They will arrive within the next couple of days for vacation, I’m sure you’ll recognize them. It won’t be hard, sing for them, draw them towards the water and the rest will be my work. You can go now. Oh, and Y/N. Make sure your tiredness will be gone by then, I won’t forgive mistakes for this one.”

Your eyes widened at the ocean’s words, confusion and adrenaline running through your veins as you nod, mumbling a quiet “Yes mother”, before swimming off as well.

Unlike your friends, you weren’t always looking for the seven boys that were soon to arrive on your island. Chun always took your missions very serious, not daring to fail them at all. “I wonder how they look; their names sound Korean too… Usually mother wants us to go for big parties on boats or on the beach, she doesn’t care about names. What’s different about them?” Eunae sighs as you were currently walking through the empty streets, allowing you to use spoken words instead of thoughts. “Mh, I don’t really know, maybe they did something bad while going for a swim? Maybe they used her power more than once, were supposed to die a long time ago but didn’t? We never know why mother ocean chooses specific boats, there must be something about those boys”, you mumble while enjoying the last slurp of your milkshake. Soon, those ice cafés would close due to the lack of tourists coming by. The summer was about to end, and you couldn’t decide whether it was a good or a bad thing. Sure, at the end of summer, when nobody was left in town, you were able to actually go out and speak instead of living a mute girl’s life, but you always missed the beaming heat of sunlight on your skin whenever the weather got colder. “Well, I might go and check the beach area, maybe they already arrived”, Eunae sighed as your paths split, leaving you alone on the promenade.

Walking all by yourself was something you recently learned to enjoy after decades of being alone. In the beginning, you really hated it, thinking people would stare at you, the way you used to dress. But time changed, you went shopping quite a lot and even found a new sense of style for yourself – but you by far favorite invention were smartphones and music apps. Ever since, you weren’t really seen without headphones, eyes wandering through the sky or over the ocean, but you also loved to watch those different tourists from all over the world. Today was quiet though, you’ve passed one or two inhabitants, but neither of them was interesting to you – until he came.

You mind was off, your music too loud and there was no way to prevent the little accident that you and that disgustingly handsome man were about to have. Soon enough, the both of you were laying on the ground, a hurtful expression on your faces. “Fuck, I’m sorry”, the guy decided to speak up as he looked at you with doe eyes, lips in an adorable pout. “I was too focused on my music and the landside; I didn’t even see you.” You sighed, standing up and wiping the dust from your jeans. Your mouth opened – but then you realized: you weren’t going to speak to him. Instead, you nodded and offered him your hand with a sympathetic smile. His hand was slightly sweaty, just like the rest of his – toned, tanned and delicious looking – body. “I just arrived today, never been here, so I thought a run is the best way to discover this island, isn’t it?” Again, you just nodded, biting your lip to hide the smile that still lingered on it. He laughed, running his hand through his damp hair to get them out of his eyes. “You’re a shy one, huh? Don’t worry, I won’t bite”, he tries to joke, but realizes that it sounded like the most douchebag thing to say. “I didn’t mean it like- Ugh. I’m sorry”, he winced, but you waved it off, using sign language to show him that you weren’t shy – just not able to speak. His eyes widened, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “You can’t speak?” You nod. “But you can understand me?” You nod, again. “Weird, but cool”, he shrugs. “So, would you mind me taking you out for another milkshake just to make things up?” Smiling, you nod once more, leading the way towards your favorite place.

Time went by, you started by drinking a milkshake together, but ended up in one of the island’s most popular restaurants. The fact that you weren’t able to speak wasn’t a problem – laughing was. You just couldn’t laugh, otherwise he’d hear your voice anyways, but that young man was just too funny that your silent laugh almost wasn’t enough. One thing led to another, dinner wasn’t just dinner anymore, because soon enough you opened your front door for him, lead him into your bedroom and that’s when things got heated.

In the beginning, your lips met in a soft, lovely kiss, different to what you were expecting, you thought he was one of those guys that needed full dominance in the bedroom, but by now he just made your heart flutter in the most amazing way possible. You kissed for what seemed like hours, exploring your still clothed bodies while you sat comfortably in his lap. He didn’t give you a single chance to pull away, instead he buried his hands in your unruly hair, quietly moaning into the kiss that gave him more than it probably should. The erotic sound was your chance to break the kiss, enjoying the view in front of you for a while: swollen lips on that precious face, messy hair that almost reached his chin – and those eyes. You could swear they were able to see right into your soul.

“Fuck, I don’t even know your name. I’m Jungkook”, he breathed out as he waited for a reaction. Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook. Realization hit you quickly once you remembered that you’ve just heard this name a couple of days ago, he was one of the seven boys you were supposed to serve the ocean. You wanted to scream, to run away and never see him again, but you suddenly felt it: the urge to fulfill your mission, the bond with mother ocean. There was no chance for him to survive this night, if you found Jungkook this way, your friends would’ve probably already found his friends – if they were still alive by then. You pout while slowly tracing the letters of your name on his still clothed chest, thinking how to solve this situation. He was going to die, it doesn’t matter if you were the one to lead him towards the water, the others would find him anyway. But you could give him an amazing last night on earth. “Y/N”, he whispered your name, causing tiny tears to swell up in your eyes, but you swallowed them down quickly enough for him to not notice, instead you smiled, forming his name with your lips.

Then, you quickly pulled his shirt over his head, leaving him only in his black cargo pants. You nearly gasped as soon as you saw his broad chest, gulping at the sight of his veiny arms, wanting his strong hands to choke your life out of you. As soon as you saw him in this godlike state, you couldn’t help but pull him onto you and kiss his swollen lips. Wrapping your legs around his torso, you pull his waist against yours, enjoying the friction quietly. Your lips were dancing against each other’s, sloppy and wet, the sound echoing through the room combined with Jungkook’s heavenly moans. Your black fingernails wander down his back, scratching lightly before finding their way into his pants. Breaking the kiss once more to almost rip your shirt off you, Jungkook could feel the electricity between the two of you, tingling as if little sparks would light up on your naked skin from time to time.

Gazes still locked, admiring your opponents still half-clad body in the pale moonlight, you smile up at him, biting your lip while waiting for his next move. Soon enough, your face was covered in strands of his hair as he moved his lips down your neck, sucking onto sensitive spots and inhaling your intoxicating scent. He covered your bra-clothed chest with a mixture of sweet little kisses, soft nibbles and even some bites here and there – but you didn’t mind at all. Your eyes were closed, lips parted, and your mind went absolutely crazy. One of your hands found its way into the messy hair of your affair, loving the incomparable and satisfying feeling of Jungkook on top of you. But as amazing it was, you couldn’t control yourself anymore, pushing Jungkook off your body and howling over him, holding his upper arm in a tight grip while smiling down at him with a satisfied grin. Jungkook couldn’t believe what you just did, growling with furrowed eyebrows to show you who’s in charge, but also loving the fact the you were quite a challenge. And then you did it – you growled back at him, causing his neck hair to erect, leaving goosebumps all over his body. Soon enough, Jungkook’s hand was wrapped around your neck, his thumb pressing against your chin to move it towards his face just to capture your lips once more.

Your tongues start to fight over dominance while your way smaller hand wraps around his throat as well, your tiny hand not even fitting halfway around his thick throat. Spit was dribbling down your chin, loud smacking sounds were heard, while you slowly traced the lines of his abs, letting your nails dance around his belly button which makes him hold his breath and flex. Pointing towards his rock hard middle, you used your tongue in your cheek with a questioning look as to ask him if he wanted you to suck his dick. You smiled innocently as you removed your bra, freeing your wonderful tits right in front of his face. Jungkook breathed out, quietly thanking god for creating this girl. Little did he know. “Yeah, babygirl. So bad, please”, he groans while grabbing your boobs with his large hands, watching your nipples harden in awe. “Wait with that blowjob, I need them first”, he mumbles while already having one of your nipples in his mouth, playing with the sensitive bud and pulling it with his teeth.

You throw your head back in pleasure, pulling on his silky hair and almost mewling under his touch as Jungkook decided to tease you even more, letting one of his giant hands wander down your stomach, under your jeans and teasing the lacy material of your thong before sliding underneath it, gazing the silky skin under there. Your nipple pops out of his swollen lips while he stares at you with an adorable pout. “You’re so wet, angel. Your pussy is already begging for my attention, isn’t it?” He softly strokes your wetness along your folds, the task being almost impossible because of your tight jeans, so you quickly take the hint and pull it off – leaving you in nothing but your favorite pair of peach colored lace thongs.

Once you’re undressed, he doesn’t waste any time to pin you back underneath him, having you clawing onto his broad shoulders. Jungkook chuckles at your desperation and pops his tongue before shaking his head. “No-uh, princess, not now.” With that, he undresses as well before crawling up on top of you, sitting down onto your chest and grins down at you. Smirking, he grabs his throbbing dick with one hand and your jaw with the other, slapping his cock against your cheek a few times. “Open up, pretty girl.”

Of course, you obeyed, opening your mouth and letting him shove his dick down your throat, trying to relax your jaw, but he was thicker and longer than you were used to, so you couldn’t help but gag over it. Jungkook chuckled, pulling back a little bit to have you playing with his tip, licking around it and tasting every single drop of precum while his masculine scent filled your nose – you couldn’t help but purr in pleasure, already being glad you decided to take Jungkook home with you. His hand leaves your jaw just to press down on your throat, causing your breath to hitch. “Moaning around my cock, huh? You’re so desperate”, his tongue pops once again, causing shivers to erupt all over your body. Your hand slips down, trying to reach your painfully wet core, but Jungkook is fast enough to slap it away, leaving you frowning and gently biting down onto his cock. As soon as your teeth met his sensitive skin, he pulls back, growling at you and pulling you up towards his face. “How dare you?” His eyebrows were furrowed, eyes darkened from lust and anger. Yours on the other hand were sparkling mischievously as you shrugged your shoulders while biting your lips to hide the smirk forming on them. “Tz, acting all that innocently whilst we both know what a filthy thing you are, princess. Now, c’mon, show me how sorry you are and open your mouth again.”

Of course, you listened, how could you not? You’d do anything for him in this situation, so you obeyed and opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue for him. You just see his jaw moving, curious what was about to happen now, all you thought was that he wanted you to suck his cock again. But then it hits you; you heard the sound of his lips right before you feel a wet sensation around and inside your mouth. Raising an eyebrow in disbelief, you smirked while shaking your head, acting like you were swallowing his spit – before collecting even more of yours in your mouth, swirling it around before spitting the entire look back at him, aiming right at his face. Licking your lips in satisfaction, you enjoyed the fuming expression on his face. Never had anyone dared to even disagree with him – yet be disrespectful towards him. Jungkook was used to be the dominant one, loving to have girls and boys underneath him, never even having to fight to be in that place. But there you were, acting like a brat, doing whatever you liked without even having to use your mouth for it – Jungkook was absolutely digging it. He couldn’t help but smirk at you, using his thumb to wipe away the spit on his face before sucking it clean afterwards. “I knew you were delicious, angel”, he shoots you a wink before rubbing your nipple with his still wet finger.

“But now that I got to taste your delicious spit, I really need to taste your juices. I can smell them from here”, Jungkook shoves you back down again, holding your hips against the mattress while enjoying the view of your ruined thong, the peachy color complimenting your skin type so well that he didn’t even want to remove it from your body. He decides on leaving it on for a little longer, just pushing the soft fabric to the side before taking a deep sniff of your scent. “Delicious”, he mumbles mostly to himself before dipping his finger into the glistering paradise, rubbing your juices between his fingers and licking them off slowly, wanting to taste everything you gave him. He spreads your legs even further, bopping your clit with his nose while going right in your hole with his tongue, exploring your insides, slurping out everything you gave him while groaning against you. You were – obviously – a mess underneath him, in need of more friction on your clit which he just didn’t give you by just licking your cunt. You squirm, trying to rub yourself against his nose but he just laughs it off, moving his head away a bit. “It doesn’t work like that, angel”, he scolds you, looking directly into your eyes. Anger flames up in you, annoyed by his attitude and you couldn’t play this role any longer, grabbing him by his locks, pushing him back and placing your aching core onto his face. With that, you began moving on his tongue, his lips and his nose, spreading your arousal everywhere, even in his sweaty flop of hair sticking to his forehead. Jungkook’s hands automatically grab your buttcheeks, spreading them apart while enjoying the meal you gave him. The movements of your hips got faster and faster, you were literally fucking his face, your body shaking and you almost couldn’t contain to be quiet – you were close, and he knew that. Seconds before your orgasm arrived, he pulls his tongue back inside, lifting you up from his face and smirks at you, having you look down at him in disappointment and even more anger. “Sucks, huh? I feel you, hun. Maybe next time.” But you just shook your head, your body still weak while your entire weight was balancing on Jungkook’s hands – you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself up anymore.

Furrowing your eyebrows at him, you moved your tiny fingers down your body to rub your clit quickly, knowing the spots that’ll make you cum in literal seconds. Soon enough, your body was trembling again, legs shaking and toes curling, so you quickly plunged two fingers inside your hole, moving them in and out the fastest pace you had to offer. Jungkook watched carefully, his throbbing length about to explode, still holding you up in front of his face. His eyes tracked the way your fingers moved, droplets of your wetness falling down onto his face here and there, but he didn’t knew what was about to come at him. Seconds later, you couldn’t hold it anymore, squirting like a champion all over his face, the mattress and even yourself while Jungkook watched in awe, trying to catch most of it with his tongue, but couldn’t even swallow the load you let out. Once nothing comes out anymore, he presses his lips back onto your cunt, licking it as clean as possible before kneeling over you with a satisfied grin.

“Didn’t know you had that in you, angel. So, so dirty.” He smacks one of your tits before grabbing onto your throat again, making you look at him. You didn’t know what came into you, never wanting to fight for dominance that bad, but Jungkook made it easy for you. Even though he was a giant, he let you flip him over and take control whenever you liked and you fairly enjoyed that. But this time, you wanted to be underneath him, wanting him to use you and make you his slut. You wanted him to mark you, leave bruises around your body and be reminded of this fuck even two days from now. Jungkook growls at you, sticking his tongue out for you to suck on it which you do happily while wrapping your legs around his toned torso.

Then, without even warning you, he thrusts into you, burying his cock balls-deep in your tiny pussy, leaving him groaning and you gasping for air before he screams out in pleasure. Your eyes kept locked while he bites your lip, sucking on it and letting it go with a pop. You were just about to close your eyes to let yourself fall into the hole of pleasure when Jungkook pulls you back to reality. “Open your eyes, princess. Look at me while getting fucked. Show me how good I am to you.” You obeyed, clinging onto his shoulders, frowning because of the amount of pleasure he was giving you with his giant cock, filling out every inch of you and you bet you could feel him in your stomach. You quickly lost yourself in the dark vortex of his eyes and feeling the infamous knot in your stomach again. Jungkook feels you starting to clench around him and goes slower, clenching his jawline while his abs flex uncontrollable, covered by a thin layer of sweat. “Not yet, baby. Want it to last”, he whispers while kissing you quickly. You pinch him in frustration, not wanting to miss any chance of an orgasm. Using all your strength left, you flip him back under your body, quickly slipping his cock back in and sighing in relief. You you start moving your hips, swinging them while kneading your own tits and looking down at that beautiful man.

He just shakes his head in disbelief, crossing his arms behind his head and watches your divine body grinding on him. He could see your wetness running down your thighs, meeting his own ones. The vein of his neck was popping, and you couldn’t stop yourself from wrapping both of your hands around it, supporting all of your weight onto him. Jungkook stopped breathing for a second before realizing that you had him whipped – nobody could ever do that to him without getting slapped the fuck out of them, but you were fucking hot like that. He could even feel your nails sinking into his skin, only imagining how your fingers would look like around his muscular neck. You enjoyed the view as well, your body was about to explode – you felt powerful, admiring Jungkook for letting himself submit to you even though he could crash you in seconds. But there he was, completely relaxed and full of trust in you, indulging your effort and completely admiring you. He wanted to take his time with you the next time you’ll interact that way, wanted to praise your body and wanted to get to know your perks and habits. You on the other hand were concentrated to build up your orgasm, ready to let go just yet, knowing that Jungkook would last just a bit longer to switch up positions once again, you just knew what he wanted to do next. You didn’t even need to rub your clit like you used to with other guys, the sensation of his cock deep inside your pussy was just too much to handle, so you came once more, even squirting a little again, but not too much to actually be seen. Grinning at Jungkook, you climbed down off him and get on all fours, shaking your ass at him. Jungkook understood and was quick enough to pound into you, pressing your head on the mattress and lifting your ass up even more, his thrusts becoming quicker and quicker while wrapping your hair around his wrist. “Jungkook!”, your screaming echoed throughout the entire room and brought Jungkook over the edge once he felt your orgasm shaking your body a final time. He quickly pulled out and grabbed your face towards his already leaking cock, pumping himself a few times and finally releases right inside your mouth.

Then, you realized what just happened, eyes wide as you looked at his changed expression, eyes empty as he looked out of the window- right towards the ocean. “I need to go”, he monotonous mumbles as he made his way towards your patio, not even bothering to get dressed. “Jungkook, no!”, you screamed, knowing that you made things just worse for him. He smiled, your melodic voice filling his ears, combined with the song of the ocean. “Let him, Y/N! You promised! He is just another human, let him go. Don’t disobey me!” The ocean’s voice filled your ears just as she filled Jungkook’s with her melody. But to you, her voice sounded rough, disappointed and… not as loving as she used to talk to you. You grabbed Jungkook’s arm as soon as his feet touched the soft sand, pulling him towards you, but he was unstoppable, reaching the soft waves of the water, that weren’t going to stay soft and peaceful. Within seconds, they would eat Jungkook alive, leaving not even a dead body for his family to cry over. “Jungkook”, you whimper as he lets himself fall into the water, tears running down your face as you sob uncontrollably. “Mother, don’t! Take me, please!”, you scream, trying to pull his body back up onto the surface, but you knew he was gone, he wouldn’t come back to breathe the salty air, his lungs were already filled with water. “Don’t be stupid, my child! He is just one of them, the other six are already here, let him be! Remember what would happen if you saved him”, she scolds you. “He would die the next time he touches water”, you whisper as you let his hand go, watching his still beautiful but way paler body sink into the darkness. “I could’ve loved him, mother, you know?”

Hours later, you were sitting on your couch, a mug with your favorite tea in your hands, but your empty heart couldn’t get any warmer. Jungkook died, another beautiful soul died, just because you weren’t dead. Because you decided to follow the ocean’s lead. Your eyes were dry, tears no longer forming. You were just staring at the wall, waiting for your Siren sisters to come back from their mission.

The door opens with a squeal, heavy steps were heard, and you turned your head in confusion. Were they really going to hook up with some guys after they just ended six lives? Male laughter echoed through the room, melodic and soft, as the steps came further, and a handsome man came into your sight. “Oh, hi! I’m Jimin! I suppose, you are Y/N? Our new… sister?” “Jimin, don’t scare her, she doesn’t know about this!”, another godlike male stepped into the living room, an annoyed expression on his face. “I’m Yoongi, I don’t even know why I’m here, my voice isn’t made for this. I don’t want to sing people to death, I want to die myself” “Yoongi, shut up!”, a red-haired man flipped Yoongi’s head while plopping down next to you. “I’m Hobi, the entertainer of this group, I will turn your life into a rainbow!”

Your mouth hung open as man after man stepped into your living room, introducing themselves, until… “Hi, I’m Jungkook. I guess mother ocean gave us one more chance.”

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1-800-channie · 5 years

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I Don't Even Know Your Name

»Bang Chan’s fluff one-shot (1 248 Words )

»Strangers!AU Clumsy!Reader Sweetman!Chris Songinspired!AU

»Hi, guys! This is my first post, so I hope you enjoy reading it as much I enjoyed writing it! I’ll be writing about all the boys. Please listen to “I dont even know your name” from Shawn Mendes ♥

Chris is a modest man, he enjoys drinking coffee while reading his favorite fictional book. He savors the sound of the raindrops falling on the ground when he is sleeping. He surely can’t live without the smell of wet grass, it makes his heart feel safe and fresh.

On this rainy afternoon, Chris found himself craving for some hot chocolate and a piece of lemon cake. His grin widened just by thinking about their amazing taste, perhaps he would even bring a book to read.

Lately, he has been working overnight, their new comeback is near and everything needs to be perfect. While he was practicing alone at the dance studio, passing 3am, his heart felt cloudy, his legs gave in and he fell on the floor. Chris admired the ceiling for some moments.

His body is weighing so much right now…

The hardworking boy told himself to rest just for five minutes but ended up falling asleep right there. His bandmates found him curled up on the floor, covered in sweat and as cold as crystal.

Something inside of Chan was missing. His smile was rarely appearing, he could barely eat or sleep, crazy insomnias would consume his body, eating him alive, and wouldn’t let him rest for nights.

That’s how he ended up solo on his dorm, Woojin and Jisung prohibited him of stepping inside a practice room or a music studio for three days.

With his earplugs in, listening to the Shawn Mendes playlist that Hyunjin had recommended, Chan grabs an umbrella and starts walking around, taking more time than necessary so he could enjoy the smell that comes along with a rainy day.

For the first time in a while, he felt truly satisfied. His lungs were full of fresh hair and his heart was beating along with the music he was listening. He always loved this feeling. The feeling of freedom, not to mention that Shawn’s voice was making feel like a true character of a movie.

The coffee shop that he usually goes to is a small place that was carefully designed by a woman. From the wooden ceiling and tables, the white floor, the green napkins and the small plants that could be found everywhere. It’s very aesthetically pleasing and, once again, it makes him feel like a character in a movie.

On the outside, while he changed from ‘Aftertaste’ To ‘I don’t even know your name’ He took a look at the big window at the front wall of the coffee shop where a girl was peacefully sipping her coffee cup.

She seemed to be laughing at something, her head was thrown back and her eyes were shut cutely making her look adorable and innocent. When her orbs met him, Chris blushed and turned around nervously, facing the big building in front of the coffee shop.

What he didn’t see was how her eyes widened and how she shut down a shriek that wanted to escape her lips when she saw that she was delayed to met her best friend.

Yn completely succumbed in the novel she was reading, the couple was confessing their love with lustful kisses and romantic words, mixed with tears, isn’t it to die for?

The girl immediately packed her book and bought an apology cake that she would give to her bestie for being late.

When she opened the door and felt the icy wind on her face she cursed at herself for being so clumsy.

It is raining, no, it’s pouring outside, and she doesn’t have anything to protect herself from the cold raindrops.

«I’ll run all the way to her house. It’s OK YN you can do it!» She tells herself, trying to encourage her lazy body.

With a final sigh, she started running. The wind was strong, pushing her hair to fall against her face, making it useless for her to see anything in front of her.

The next thing she hears and feels is a loud honk and a strong grip on her waist, pulling her small body back. She screamed and closed her eyes shut, her heart beating like a drummer and her whole body shaking, face hidden in someone’s chest. That, someone, had the most addicting smell she had ever inhaled.

“Are you OK?” A tall man with blonde hair looked genuinely at her. Her cheeks heated up and she felt flustered.

“Ye-yes I am. Thank you very much…I’m so clumsy! I didn’t mean to disturb you.” Yn articulated the first part aloud, but her voice went lower as she finished talking, lips turning into a pout.

Her mind went completely blank when she examined the tall man in front of her, that has a strong arm around her delicate waist. He is the most attractive man she has ever seen. His brown eyes, filled lips, gentle smile, and blonde locks made her body feel light.

Chan was also lost by her beauty. Her coffee-colored hair was short and wild, full lips and big loving eyes with a perfect cat eye made with eyeliner.

“You should be more careful, beautiful.” Chris smiled with care while sadly taking his arm off her.

Yn is a smart girl, she always has something to say back, when she opened her mouth to speak nothing came out. Her shaky fingers pushed her wet hair back and she took a shy look at him. Noticing her panicked reaction he laughed quietly, his shoulders moved slightingly up and his eyes crinkled.

“I will. Thank you very much!” Yn said blushing once again because of his sudden compliment. “I’m already late, so thank you very much and I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“Here- take my umbrella. I live just five minutes away from here, and if I need anything my friend can bring me another one.” The blonde boy handed her his umbrella.

They gazed at each other’s eyes for what felt like an eternity, their hearts were throwing fireworks inside of them and the young couple smiled once again.

Still, Yn hesitated a little. Her eyes traveled behind him, only rich people lived in that neighborhood. Fear grew inside of her at a quick pace, and the blonde man surely noticed how she took a step back and pressed her lips in a thin line.

“Dont be scared, please. You can trust me, I live there with more 8 people, my bandmates.” Her brain clicked, she has seen him before…

Her shaky hands reached out and grabbed the umbrella.

“Thank you so much… I… I really- thank you. I’ll make sure to give it back to you later!” The brown haired girl leaves in a rush under the umbrella, making Chris smile to himself for the good action he just made. And, secretly, of her uncanny way of running.

Minutes later, when he was already sitting down with his cup of warm chocolate and lemon cake in front of him, he thought to himself how he didn’t ask for her name.

So his big heart hopes to see her soon, so he can ask her name and maybe offer her a drink, so he can look in her deep brown eyes again and feed his eyes with her angelic smile.

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spnbaby-67 · 6 years

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The Story Of Us

Summary: You and Dean met when you were kids, you knew then he’d be your soulmate forever. You also knew the life he led could come with a price, but you were up for the challenge.

Pairing: Dean Winchester and reader, Sam Winchester and reader!friend, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, ofc Molly (daughter), Bobby Singer (Readers father). Crowley king of hell, Demon!Meg (2.0), Castiel,

Warnings: Flashbacks are in italics, Fluffy stuff, angst stuff, Character Death, kidnapping, Depression, Dark times

A/N: Hi ya’ll, here is the first part to The Story of Us, my first ever Supernatural RPF that I am scared as hell to post, only because i have no beta, and I suck, so all errors are on me. . Please don’t copy and paste on any other sites and claim them as yours. If you have any questions let me know. I’m posting the first chapter now to get a feel for this series. once I have a few chapters I will post on a weekly basis.

Chapter One

She owned a cabin in the middle of nowhere, but that’s how she liked it. Completely isolated, away from any form of existence. She loved the peace and quietness it brought her when she visited the cabin, it was her sanity or as she called it her own slice of heaven. She went there when she was little with her parents, Bobby and Y/M/N Singer ever since she could remember. It was there vacation home, a chance to escape the life of work and stress for relaxation. A time to enjoy each other and spend quality time with her family. It was not often they went, but she remembers plenty of Summers there. When she was 15, she came to know the magic of the place, that a lot of people had not had the chance to experience. She found peace, independence, first loves and hardships that made her stronger. A place she could remember the past, but look forward to the future.

After her parents both had passed away, she found her father’s will leaving her everything. It came to a surprise to her at first, but she was very thankful he left her the land. It was something special she could hold onto, to feel closer to her parents. She was happy with receiving such a beautiful gift that she will always be thankful for. Its where she felt more alive there than anywhere else she went. Even if it was for a day or two, she still to this day felt her parents happiness, strength, and love hoping one day she would be able to receive the same.

As she sat on the front porch staring before her, her eyes surveyed the lake. This time of the year it was calm, murky green in color, but with some hint of dark from the shadowing trees surrounding it. With it being early morning the fog spread across the open land, which left behind clouds of white frost that covered the trees and bushes. Making it look ghostly almost like they were being erased from eyesight, but she knew different. The vapor would soon dissipate when the sun reached its peak to start the day, bringing the trees and bushes back to life. The lake itself was perfectly smooth and solid tranquil to the mind's eye. Mirroring what was above to the still waters like a Monet painting capturing every detail. Giving her the perfect backdrop to just stare endlessly just relaxing only to remember days gone by, before chores and other things that needed attention to. Sitting there on the porch swing that was built by Dean a couple of years ago, she took both her hands, wrapped the warm cup, then took a sip of her coffee to remember a time special to her, all the while tears threatening to fall. But she held them at bay.

Flashback

Her and Dean had been at the cabin for a month now relaxing after a three week long hunt in Texas. The leaves were falling and changing from green to different shades of orange, reds, and browns made it look like snow how they were falling from the trees. Fall was her favorite time of the year, and since Dean found out that bit of information, he made a point to bring her there whenever they needed time to get away. She had been outside all morning trying to gather some leaves for the pumpkin bags she had bought to put in the porch for Halloween. Something inside her, made her stop a moment. She looked both ways and secretly behind her to see if anyone was there. With a mischievous smile, she took a bunch of leaves in all colors, throwing them so high above her. It gave her plenty of time to twirl around in a circle with her arms out longways, and her head back feeling the leaves falling down softly hitting her face.

What she didn’t know was that Dean was there on the porch taking photos of her and recording how happy and childlike she was feeling. It made him happy to see her feel like a kid again, something she long time forgot how to feel.. Suddenly, she felt two strong arms wrap around her waist, only to swing her around then fall into the pile of leaves.

She opened her eyes to see who it was. “Dean? Now it’s going to take forever to get the leaves together again.” She said as she sat up with leaves still in her hair and a smile on her face.

He took a few leaves and blew them gently at her adding to her collection. “You should have thought about that before you threw them in the air, sweetheart.” He chuckled as he sat up straighter Indian style before her.

She tilted her head slightly to get a leaf out from it that was tickling her ear, “You, uh saw that hmm?” She adverted her eyes from his to the ground below shyly hoping he didn’t see.

“Hmm I did, beautiful to I might add.” He saw a few leafs still in her hair, so he took his right hand to retrieve it, “Make a wish, y/n.” he held it before her.

She looked at him confusingly. ” Dean you don’t make a wish on a leaf, that’s a four leaf clover.”

He held onto the leaf in his hand and looked at her seriously, “My dad always said that the first leaf you catch in the fall that’s orange, you make a wish. Supposedly, it’s an old wise tell he used to win mom over. So, make a wish.” He looked at her with so much love in his eyes she couldn’t say no.

She swallowed a lump that formed in her throat, “You sure know what to say to make a girl blush Dean Winchester.” Shocking herself she said that out loud she covered her mouth quickly feeling her cheeks suddenly get hot.

“You’re too cute, y/n.” He held the leaf still in front of her waiting.

“I’m not cute Dean, you clearly have me mixed up with someone else.” She took her gaze from his green emerald eyes to her lap looking down at the leaf she had been playing with.

He took his finger under her chin to lift her head up to look at him, “Would I do this if I didn’t think you're beautiful?”

Seconds later, his lips were pressing against hers. Her eyes widen a moment in shock, but then closed the more he kissed her. He slid his tongue below her bottom lip asking for permission to enter, which she gave. He kissed her soft, sweet, sensual. It was her first real kiss from a boy, ever, she couldn’t help but melt into his arms. She did everything to remember the taste of him, to feel his tongue under hers then run up the underside to the tip only to suck on it a moment; eliciting moans she never heard before within.

end of flashback

Hearing the screen door creak, she jumped out of her daydream. She turned to the right of her to see Sam holding her three month old daughter, “You ok?” He asked as he sat next to her seeing her face flushed a bit. .

She nodded her head with a brief shake afterwards to clear the tears that had been building. “I have to be, for her.” She smiled at Molly as she played with her little hands.

“I know it’s tough, I miss him too. But honestly, It doesn’t seem real he’s gone, you know?” he sighed looking ahead. “I mean especially when I see him everywhere.” Like she did, he held back his emotions so Molly wouldn’t pick up the sensations around her.

She made a face at Molly to get her to smile. “I know what you mean, last night I felt his arms around me. It felt so real Sam.” She swallowed, “For a second or so, I thought I heard him say I love you.”

Sam quickly smiled at her, then went back to paying attention to Molly. “Sam, we both miss him very much. I know it’s hard for you because it’s very hard for me... Molly won’t be able to see him, but you can bet your bottom dollar she will know about him and what a good man Dean was when he was alive.”

“That’s good, I agree. She will know who her dad was.” he paused a moment to look down at her. “Hey little monkey, what’s wrong hmm?” He looked over at y/n to see if she knew but noticed her were looking elsewhere towards the entrance of the property. “Yn? What’s wrong?”

She heard him call her name, but at the same time her ears had picked up a familiar rumble of an engine she’d recognize anywhere. Her heartbeat picked up that made her stand up and walk a bit to the rails to get a better view of who was driving. They were still far away to see, but she knew deep down only one person drove ‘Baby.’ She had left the Impala at her father's house Bobby Singers because she couldn’t look at it every day and not see Dean. The day he died six months ago, played in her mind seeing the car get closer to her.

“Yn? Get in the house, take Molly with you.” Sam stood closer to her protectively.

She didn’t hear him, she was fixated on the car that she blocked him out. “Yn? Go now!” He finally tugged at her shoulder to get out of a trance. “Here.” He gave her Molly who started crying feling the sudden change.

She took her from him, “ Y-you don’t think it’s really him, do you?” She asked with a bit of worry.

“I don’t know but I’ll find out.. Go inside put Molly in the bassinet… get the gun by the tv, and don’t come out until I know for sure who it is.” he saw her not moving, “Go y/n! Now!” He ushered her inside.

Once inside she put Molly in the bassinet that was protected with all sorts of vigils, devils trap, and whatever else they learned overtime. She then did as Sam said quickly and nervously. She got the gun and stood before Molly’s crib protecting her from whatever it was ready to shoot whoever was trying to trick her.

Outside Sam stood his ground on the porch, the Impala stopped right in front of him. From insid, she heard whoever kill the engine. With the familiar creaking sound of the door opening, her heart pounded faster. The next thing she heard was “Hiya Sammie!” Before darkness overtook her vision.

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squirrel-moose-winchester · 7 years

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Enough

Title: Enough

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader, and Random Demon(s) (mentioned). John Winchester (mentioned once).

Word Count: 3714

Summary: After a hunt gone bad, the reader plummets into the darker parts of her mind.

Warning: ANGST, Sensitive topics, Dean being an ass, Self loathing, Dark thoughts, Abandonment, Tantrum, Language, Bullying, Running away. (Reader Discretion is Advised) Trigger Warning: Attempted Suicide, Mentions of sexual assault.

A/N: We’ve all been to that point where we feel like a failure and will just never be good enough, like no one needs or wants us. I want to reiterate that you are important. There are people who needs a friend like you to understand them. You’re not alone in this and your life is precious. So stay strong and ALWAYS KEEP FIGHTING.

Disclaimer: Not my gifs.

You and the guys had just gotten home from a horrible hunt. Everything that could go wrong happened, and it was all your fault. You let that demon get into your head. You let his words get the better of you and it was because of that – you put yourself as well as everyone in danger. They had given you had one job which was to kill that son of a bitch. Unfortunately, you missed the opportunity that the guys had set up for you, and everything went to shit after that.

More demons showed up and during the struggle you all got banged up pretty good. Eventually the hunt finally came to an end with you and the Winchester’s coming out on top, but that didn’t matter. You failed.

On the way back to the bunker, Dean gave you an earful and Sam did nothing to help or defend you. He was supposed to be the nice one, so how could he leave you to take the beating like that? Then again you couldn’t blame him. You couldn’t blame either of them. You fucked up. You were a fuck up, always have been. Everything that demon said to was true.

“Hey there Princess. Do you remember me?” The demon had you by the throat, a knife pointed just under your chin. Little did he know, you had your angel blade hidden up your sleeve. You just needed to wait for the perfect moment when was distracted.

You scowled at the demon. “All you demons are the same, nothing but dirt.”

“That’s funny. I guess we’re the same then.”

“I am nothing like you,” you hissed.

“You’re right. You’re lower than dirt. You’re nothing. What other reasons could there have been to justify why your parents abandoned you? You were a nuisance. They knew you were going to grow up to be a failure, and look at that, you did. You’re a failure. You’re always disappointing everyone, including the Winchesters. And do you think they want you around? Oh, sweet Princess, you’re nothing more than a tool. You will never be good enough. You were never good enough for your parents and you’ll never be good enough for the Winchesters, or anyone for that matter. You see, they’re the heroes, and you, well sweetheart, your expendable. Haven’t you learned from your past? No one needs you. No one wants you. All you bring is trouble. If you don’t see it now, you’ll see it later, and more in the future to come, if you have one. Why don’t you join me? It’ll be fun. I’ll take you under my wing and maybe, just maybe, I can bring you up from nothing, to the dirt under everyone’s feet? That way you’ll have the minimum bit of meaning to your existence.”

Frozen in your spot, you missed Dean’s cue to kill the demon. And when you had realized it was already too late. Dean cursed as the demon dropped you to the ground and ran away, giving him enough time and the perfect opportunity to call for back up.

Dean finally pulled into the garage of the Bunker, slamming the door shut as he got out of the Impala. He didn’t even bother looking at you, grabbing his bag and entering the bunker. You couldn’t blame him. You were the reason everyone almost got killed. You glanced over at Sam who averted his eyes and slung his bag over his shoulder, before making his way into the bunker.

You sat there in the back seat still and quiet. You had failed them just like the demon said you would. He was right.

Your parents left you when you were a 13. One day they had told you that they have been doing some heavy cleaning, getting rid of things they no longer needed or wanted and was going to the city dump to properly dispose of them. When they never returned you realized that all the things they were planning on “throwing away” were all of their favorite things. They had taken all their valuables and clothes and left you behind. A few weeks later when you didn’t show up for school, the police had come to your house. And with your parents no where to be found, social services came into the picture. Just when you thought things couldn’t get any worse for you at the time, it did. You were thrown into foster care.

It was hell.

The family that had taken you in were horrible. Your experience with them was terrifying. They started off nice, but then things went south quickly. The man of the house would go into your room to give you a kiss goodnight, but it was weird and uncomfortable. You were sure that grown men wouldn’t give their teen daughters good night kisses on their lips, shoving his tongue down their throat.

The kisses went on for a while until it eventually got worse. He would touch you in places that made you feel uncomfortable. He had threatened you to keep quiet when you told him no. His fingers touched you in places that were wrong, but you were too scared to do or say anything.

The most haunting memory you ever had was when he forced himself on you. You screamed for him to stop but he didn’t listen. You noticed that the door was cracked open and the wife was standing there, watching. She let her husband violate you and take away your innocence. You didn’t know what you could have done to deserve such pain and defilement. After that night you hated yourself. You truly believed that the world had hated you and that you were nothing. You were just an unwanted, broken girl, that would never amount to anything nor mean anything to anyone. You were a lost cause.

The day you ran away while you were at school felt like the closest thing to heaven you ever had in a long time. You ran away from that abusive family and ran away from the bullies at the school you were attending. You ran as fast and as far as you possibly could, which was how you met your first demon and saved by the first hunter you’ve ever met… John Winchester.

He was the first person to ever show you compassion and respect. He took things slow, kept a good distance away from you to make you feel comfortable. He was the first decent person you’d met since the end of your life. There was something about him that told you that he could be trusted.

After making sure that you were safe and okay, he gave you some money and sent you on your way. He told you to “take care of yourself,” which were the first kind words you had heard in a long time, and it was those words that you held close to your heart in order to keep on fighting. After your encounter with John, you made a decision to be just like him… to become a hunter.

Finally breaking away from your thoughts, you grabbed your own bag and headed into the bunker, going straight to your room. The door shut behind you and you immediately locked it. You dropped your bag ungracefully, standing in the middle of your room. You felt sick to your stomach, feeling completely hopeless. You really were useless. Dean had given you one job and you couldn’t fall through because you were weak. You put yourself and everyone else in danger. You had put Dean and Sam in a position that shouldn’t have happened. You were the reason they got hurt on this hunt. It was all your fault.

The thoughts swirling in your head only got darker and you could feel your heart racing. You were furious with yourself for being such a failure and a disappointment. You were useless! No one needed you! Everyone would be better off without you!

“Dammit YN! You said you could do it! You put all of us in danger! You almost died!” Dean shouted from the driver’s seat of the Impala. “I told you to focus on the mission, not to let that manipulative demon get into your head!”

You shrank in the backseat of the car, knowing that Dean was right. Everything he said was right. This was all your fault. You knew that the demon was more manipulative than most, and you told Dean and Sam that you could do it, that you were strong enough, but in the end, you messed it all up. They got hurt trying to save you and trying to fend for their own lives. You were worthless.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured.

“Sorry? No, you don’t get to be sorry. You said you could do it. We trusted you and you let us down. I can’t even look at you right now. You almost got yourself killed! What if I wasn’t there to stab the son of a bitch? I can’t lose you too!” Dean spat.

You glanced over at Sam only to watch him turn away from you. But before he did, you could see it in his face. You could tell that he agreed with his older brother and you could also see the disappointment in his expression. You had disappointed both of them.

Your eyes shifted to your desk filled with pictures of you and the guys. Unable to look at the smiling faces staring back at you, you closed your eyes and screamed in frustration as you blindly swiped your arms across the table, sending everything flying and crashing to the wall and floor. When you opened your eyes, the room had gone blurry. You hadn’t even realize when you started crying.

Even more frustrated that before, feeling like you’ve fallen on a whole new level of weak (because you were crying), you started to go on a rampage. You were shouting and flinging things across your room, creating utter chaos.

Banging came from your bedroom door and you could hear Sam and Dean shouting from the other side. You couldn’t even comprehend what they were saying, too intoxicated with rage and hate for yourself.

“Go away!” You wailed, throwing a picture frame of you and the boys at the door.

“Y/N, open this door!” Dean ordered, the pounding on the hard wood louder than ever.

“Leave me alone!” You screeched as you recklessly shoved your desk against the door, creating a loud bang and making the guys flinch from the other side of the wooden barrier.

You continued to yell, saying things that put yourself down. When everything in your room was practically destroyed, you let out one last piercing scream as you punched the wall, instantly busting your knuckles. You cried hysterically welcoming the pain. The pounding on the door fell silent and all you could hear was your racing heart beat.

Soon the pain miraculously subsided and you felt completely numb. Your eyes shifted around the room scanning your handiwork when the small handgun that you kept under your pillow, came into view. It was just lying conveniently on the floor like it was a sign. You crawled over to it, grasping it in your hands. Life wasn’t your thing, so maybe you should just end it? No one really cared and no one truly liked you. All you were and all you’d ever be was a failure, a pest. You were nothing and meant nothing to no one, so why not do everyone a favor?

On the other side of the door, Dean and Sam were frantic. They could hear you screaming and things crashing all around the place. The words you were shouting were incoherent from all the crying you were doing and muffled by the door keeping them away from you. They were only able to pick up a few words here and there, all of which were extremely unsettling. Fear consumed them, worried that you would hurt yourself or worse.

“Dean, we need to get to her!” Sam bellowed, voice shaking.

“You don’t think I know that?” Dean yelled, lunging his body against the door. “Y/N, open the damn door, please!” Dean begged, ramming his body continuously. He could already feel the bruises litter his arm and the whole side of his body. Dean only stopped when he noticed that things had suddenly fallen silent. Dread sank in for both brothers and Dean went running off.

“Dean! Where are you going?” Sam shouted.

“To find something that will break that damn door down!” Dean retorted as his figure disappeared around the corner.

Helpless, Sam began to carry on what Dean had been doing earlier. He lunged his body against the door, noticing that there was a crack in the middle. Dean had made a dent without even realizing.

With new found hope, Sam continued his pursuit to break the door down. After a few more tries, he broke through, creating a big enough hole to stick his arm through. Slipping his arm through the door, he unlocked it and attempted to push it open. When it didn’t bundge, he realized that your desk was blocking the way. Using more of his strength, he was able to shove the door open along with your wooden desk.

Sam’s heart nearly stopped when he saw you standing in the middle of your shattered room bringing the gun to your head. It was the click of the safety that flicked a switch in him, rushing his way towards you without a second thought. He smacked the gun out of your hands, eliciting a gun shot as you accidentally pulled the trigger. Your body gave way, but Sam caught you before you hit the ground, tears streaming down his face.

“Y/N!” Sam shouted.

“Let go of me!” You whimpered, trying to push him away, shuffling backwards until your back hit the edge of your bed. “Leave me alone,” you mumbled as you brought your knees against your chest, wrapping your arms around them and dropping your head down. Sam just stat there stumped. He didn’t know what to do or how to help you. He was still shaky from catching you trying to kill yourself. “You guys are better off without me,” you croaked, Sam’s eyes narrowing down on you.

“What are you talking about?” Sam moved closer to you, but still kept his distance.

“I ruin everything. I’m useless. That demon was right. I’m nothing.”

“Don’t say that. That demon was lying. That’s what they do.”

“What reason did he have to lie, huh?”

“He was trying to distract you, and it worked. It’s not your fault. He played with your mind, played with your emotions, and that wasn’t okay.” Sam assured.

“No. Dean gave me one job, the job that I told him I could do, but I failed. I failed him. I failed you. Not only that, I put you guys in danger. It was all my fault that you and Dean got hurt.” The tears began to fall again. “Dean hates me,” you chocked.

Dean’s breath hitched in his throat when he heard the words that slipped passed your lips. He hid beside the broken entrance when he heard you and Sam talking. He couldn’t bring himself to walk in, at least just not yet.

“Dean doesn’t hate you,” Sam assured.

“He does, I can tell. I saw the way he looked at me back there, and I’ve got every word he’s said playing on repeat in my head along with that demon’s. Also, even though you didn’t say anything I could tell by the look on your face that you were disappointed in me too. I always fuck everything up. I don’t deserve to be alive, I’ll never be good or worthy enough for anything,” you cried, your body now shaking. “All I want is to be enough. Is that too much to ask?”

“Y/N, you are enough. You are more than enough. We all make mistakes. You made a mistake, that’s all. You’re not the only one. Dean made a mistake by taking his anger out on you, regardless if it was his fear driving him to do so. Even I made a mistake. I shouldn’t have ignored you. I should have stood up for you. I knew Dean was being harsh and I didn’t stop him. I’m sorry.” You didn’t know when Sam had gotten so close, but when he wrapped his arms around you, you welcomed it. You buried your head into his chest, allowing the comfort he was offering. “Dean and I care a lot about you. You are part of our family.” Dean took this time to step in, Sam’s eyes meeting his. “I’m gonna go get the first-aid, okay?” You nodded stiffly, groaning inwardly at the loss of warmth.

As Sam left the room, you noticed Dean walking towards you. You stared up at him apprehensively, not knowing what he was going to do. Was he going to yell at you some more? When Dean took a step closer, you flinched, causing him to abruptly stop in his tracks. Seeing you this way was heartbreaking. He never meant to make you feel that way. He was the biggest dick to you.

“Y/N, is it okay if I sit next to you?” Dean’s voice was soft and delicate, not at all what you were expecting. Completely caught off guard you nodded in response. Dean cautiously approached you and sat where Sam was sitting earlier. His head tilted to the side as he took in your battered form. Your hand was bloody and he could tell that there would be scars.

Guilt washed over him. He hated himself for pushing you to a place in your head where you thought that he hated you, that you had to… that you felt like you were better off dead. Dean couldn’t live with himself if you killed yourself over the stupid and meaningless things he said. At the time he said those reckless things, he was high off fear that he could have lost you, and that terror came out as anger, which he took out on someone he loved dearly… you.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted.

“No. I’m the one who’s sorry. I shouldn’t have said all those things I didn’t mean. There is no excuses for what I did. I just got so scared when that demon had you in his arms, that blade digging into your skin while I helplessly watched.”

“No. I promised that I could live up to the plan. I begged you to let me do it and in the end, I ruined everything. I could have ended it right then and there but I let the demon get to me and lost my chance. If I wasn’t so weak and killed the demon like we planned, we would have all been home safe and sound. I am so sorry Dean,” you croaked, new tears streaming down your face.

Dean’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you close against his side. Your body instantly slumped down in comfort, taking refuge in his warmth. Dean felt different from Sam. Sam was warm and safe, but Dean was like a fireplace on a dead winter’s night. He warmed you throughout your every being. Dean was safe like you were untouchable, like a safe haven.

“Like I said, I shouldn’t have said all those things. I was just scared and I’m sorry. I really care about you. When that demon douche said all those things, I was furious. I knew he got to you. He was manipulating you by hitting you where it hurt the most. If I’m being honest here, he was also tormenting Sam and me. Then when he called his demon pals and he had his hands all over you for the second time… I couldn’t. I was so pissed at myself for not being able to help you. I was pissed for letting myself get pinned down by those black-eyed sons of bitches. When Sam screamed and I saw that first bead of blood drip from your throat, I lost it. I don’t know how I got free, but I did. All I saw was red and… well, I’m just glad we’re all home safe. Just promise me that you’ll understand how much you mean to me. I need you here with me. No matter how mad I get, no matter what I say, I will always care about you, alright? I will always need you. We will always need you.””

Silence filled the air for a few seconds before you nodded, fresh tears escaping down your cheeks. “Thank you, Dean. And I really care about you and Sam, too.”

Dean arm around you tightened in reassurance. You curled into him not wanting to ever leave the safety he provided. You didn’t want to leave the safety that both of them provided.

“Sweetheart, don’t ever let anyone get you down, not even us. I know that I can be a dick sometimes but your life is priceless. Me, Sam, and Cass would do anything for you. You’re strong, beautiful, compassionate, and so much more. The world needs people like you. I need you. And you know what? No one is perfect. Not me, not Sam, hell, not Cass, but that’s what makes us human. You are enough, so don’t ever forget that.”

“I won’t,” you sniffed.

“Good.”

**Extended ending**

Silence settled in once again, and without any thought, the words slipped passed your lips in a shallow whisper.

“I love you.”

“I know,” Dean rested his cheek on the top of your head.

“No, I’m in love with you,” you restated. Your heart was pumping, almost about ready to leap out of your chest and run away from rejection.

You felt Dean’s grip on you loosen before falling away completely. Knowing that you were about to get turned down, you shut your eyes regretting your confession. However, your eyes snapped open when your chin was being lifted up. Soon you were staring in to bright, jade, eyes staring deep into your soul.

“I know, me too,” was all he muttered out, his voice low, before pressing his lips to yours.

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plaidstiel-wormstache · 7 years

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Not All Black and White

Part 1

I’m sorry this is late, and I hope you don’t mind I combined these challenges. This is for @impala-dreamer‘s title challenge, and @wi-deangirl77‘s fave supernatural episode challenge. It might be best to check out ALL CHARACTERS HERE, to get a better idea of the show and characters reader has been dumped into, if you’re not familiar with Downton Abbey. Title: Not All Black and White Fave Spn Ep: Changing Channels Gif: see below Word Count: 2000 ish Characters: Dean, Sam, Sister!Reader, Castiel, Trickster/Gabriel and other characters from that ep PLUS, Downton Abbey characters... Warnings: this is an un-beta’d 2 parter, fluff, confusion, heart break, judgy brothers, many characters... A/N: I’ve put page breaks to help discern between Reader’s Channel and the boy’s. P.S this was beta’d in it’s first draft by @whispersandwhiskerburn If you like it, please reblog and leave a comment or a gif, they make our world go round!

“Doctor Sexy, M.D. returns after this short br--” YN changed the channel before the sentence was finished. "Why's it in black and white?" Dean asked, pulling the laptop towards him. "It's a special episode." YN answered, not even looking up from the TV. "Whatever, turn it down." Dean said, his voice demanding as he looked back to the work in front of him; hacking police records. “But it’s Downton Abbey.” YN complained, quickly turning it down when Dean threatened to stand up. The keys rattled in the door, making YN and Dean both reach towards their respective weapons, but as soon as the unmistakably tall silhouette of their brother entered, they relaxed. “How’d you go?” Dean asked as soon as Sam shut the door.

YN tried to tune her brothers out as they talked about the case. Jack Ross, the newest character on the show was hot and YN’s imagination was the best way to escape her older brothers. But she couldn’t help her ears pricking when the mention of a certain monster was made.

"It's all starting to make sense." Sam said, nodding at something Dean had just said. "How's it all starting to make sense?" Dean asked, eyebrows raised high. "I found something else at the crime scene." Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out wrappers. "Candy wrappers, lots of 'em." "Just desserts, sweet tooth, screwing with people before you kill them. We're dealing with the--" Dean began to spell out. "Trickster." YN snarled, turning from her spot on the bead. "Good, I've been wanting to gank that mother since mystery spot." Dean growled. "You sure?" Sam asked, looking between his siblings. "Yes." YN and Dean said in unison. "No, I know, I'm just saying..." "Son of a bitch didn't think twice about icing me a thousand times." Dean disputed. "If you don't wanna kill him, then what?" YN bit out, glaring at her brother. "Talk to him." Sam suggested. "What?" YN and Dean were really playing at this unison thing. "Think about it, he's one of the most powerful creatures we ever met... maybe we can use him?" Sam began to explain, ignoring his sister snorting and folding her arms.

"There's a murder here, and there's no police cars, no one here..." Dean said, slamming the door of the Impala. "How's that look to you?" YN was still annoyed at Sam for his stupid idea, equally annoyed at Dean for following through with it. "Crappy." Sam said, looking around. YN leant into the backseat of the car, pulling her favorite weapons out of the bag. You never know what you’re walking into with the Trickster. "You coming?" Dean called, following Sam towards the door of the factory. "Right behind ya." YN called back.

"Dean? Sam?" YN called into the mansion. "Miss Winchester?” A blonde woman in a black dress and white apron, with an English accent asked, seemingly stopped in her tracks at the other end of the foyer. YN squinted at the woman, hadn’t YN just seen her on TV? She looked around the room, the large staircase, the impressive chandeliers, the large oak double doors behind her. YN whipped back around to find the woman walking towards her.

“Anna?” YN asked, sure she was having a bizarre dream. “Are you alright? What are you wearing?” The blonde woman asked. “I was… I think… Are my brothers here?” YN asked, looking around again as Anna began to steer her towards the ascending staircase. “Brothers? Miss, did you fall?” Anna asked, very concerned. “Anna, or whoever you are, my brothers, where are they?” YN turned on the maid, yelling at her. “You don’t have brothers, Miss.” She answered, shocked at the flaring temper. “I don’t have-- how long have I been here?” YN’s temper was under control again as she began climbing the stairs, letting Anna guide her. “You’ve been here at Downton for the last two months visiting with Rose.” Anna’s voice was quiet as she walked YN down the length of the banister towards a room. “Anna?” She asked when the maid opened the door for her. “Yes, Miss?” “I think I’ve hit my head.”

“Where’s YN?” Dean barked at the trickster disguised as Dr Sexy. “YN? What are you talking about?” The doctor said, confused, eyes flicking between Dean and Sam. “What makes Dr Sexy sexy is he wears cowboy boots. Not white sneakers.” “Sure, not a fan.” Sam said with a snort. “You got me!” The trickster said, revealing his face. “Where’s our sister?” Sam snarled over his brother’s shoulder. “She’s safe. Unless you two knuckleheads don’t play along.” He threatened.

“We left you by the fountain, you said you’d walk Isis, you wanted some time to think. You don’t remember any of this?” Rose asked, holding YN’s hand, looking concerned about her friend. “None of it.” YN shook her head, looking around the room at the doctor, Rose, Edith and Anna. “It’s possible Miss Winchester fell and hit her head and has returned to the house as she knew it was safe.” Doctor Clarkson explained, packing his bag. He smiled kindly at YN. “Take it slow, don’t overexert yourself.” He prescribed.

Doctor Clarkson was followed out by Edith and Rose, while Anna remained, fussing over YN. “Anna,” YN caught the maid’s hand, making her stop. “Thank you for not telling them about the clothes or the whole brother thing.” She said, hoping her features were showing how grateful she was. “It’s okay, no need to concern everyone with that.” She said, patting YN’s hand.

“Sam!” Dean called as he was shot in the back. “It’s real. It’s real!” Dean chanted, dropping to his knees and falling to the floor. “Dean!” Sam grabbed at his brother, hands hovering over the wound at the older Winchester’s back. “Somebody get a doctor!” Sam called into the crowded hallway. “We need a Doctor!”

After dinner, the men moved into the drawing room, drinking scotch and smoking cigars, and the women swanned into the lounge, drinking champagne and gossiping about the day’s adventures. YN hadn’t said a word since dinner, she couldn’t get her mind off Jack Ross.

“Miss Winchester?” Mister Ross gently interrupted the circle of ladies talking. “Yes?” YN looked up to the handsome man. “May I steal you a moment?” He asked, looking between Rose and the Crawley women. YN looked to Rose who gave a nod and hid the faintest smirk. “For what purpose?” Lady Crawley asked, even sitting down she managed to look down her nose at the tall, dark, man.

“I remember Miss Winchester was telling me how she loves astrology and it is a very clear night tonight.” He explained, offering his hand to the huntress. “Of course. Please excuse me.” YN said, taking his hand as she stood from the lounge. Even if she did say so herself, she was getting much better at all this pomp and nonsense.

“I never thought I’d get you to myself.” Jack said as he closed the door behind them, giving them privacy on the balcony. “And why would you want me to yourse--” YN couldn’t even get the words out before his lips were on hers.

“Jack!” She hushed, pushing him off her and looking inside. “Relax, they can’t see out, the reflections on the polished glass are so strong!” He said, pulling her by her waist back to him. “Stop.” She insisted, pulling out of his reach. “Oh shit, your head. Of course, I’m so sorry. YN, forgive me.” He begged. YN’s mouth was hanging open, her eyes wide. Had one of the characters of Downton Abbey just sworn?

“You swore.” She whispered, a smile pulling at her lips. His eyebrows twitched in amusement, his own smile creeping across his face. “As if you haven’t said so much worse.” He hushed, extending his hand to her, hoping she’d take it. “How long has this been going on?” YN whispered as she let him pull her close again. “From the moment I arrived.” He placed a gentle peck to her lips, searching her eyes after he leaned back. “You really don’t remember?” YN simply shook her head, standing on tiptoes to reach his lips.

“Tell me.” She whispered against his mouth. “Well, you made the first move.” He breathed in reply, laughing when she nodded. “Of course I did.”

"Sam?" Dean whispered across the stage. "Yeah?" Sam's strained voice cracked as he looked up at his brother. "You okay?" "Dean? Sam?” The voice came from overhead, a speaker of sorts. “YN?” Dean called out, Sam’s head whipped up too, but he was still catching his breath from The Nutcracker!

“Where is she? Is this part of the show?” Dean growled as a confused Japanese host rounded Sam’s podium, approaching Dean. The host froze when there was a loud banging on the door behind them. “YN?” Sam’s voice cracked. The doors burst open and Cas pushed through. “Cas?” Dean called. “Is this another trick?” Sam asked, still in pain. “It’s me. Uh, what are you doing here? I’ve been looking for you for days. Where’s YN?” “Get us the hell outta here.” Sam begged. “Let’s go.” And as Cas extended his hands towards the boys, he flickered and disappeared.

“Cas?” Dean looked around the studio. “No, no, no. Mr. Trickstah does not like, pretty boy angels.” The Japanese host explained, looking between the brothers, “Mr. Trickstah keep little sistah safe.” Dean and Sam both visibly cringed at the last statement, both bearing their overprotective nature. “Dean Winchestah, Anata no okāsan…”

There was a cool breeze that stirred between the trees of the forest that lined the grounds of the Abbey. It caught at YN’s skirts, curling them around the trunk she was pressed against.

Jack’s lips gently caressed the skin of her neck and collarbone, kissing over the silver chain she always wore, TV show or not. “I love that you don’t string pearls around your neck.” He whispered into her ear, his finger tracing the neckline of her blouse, making her shiver under his light touch.

“What can I say? I’m before my time!” She teased at the truth. Jack’s finger dipped just under the collar then looped around the chain, pulling it out from her dress. “What’s this mean?” He asked, thumbing the carved pendant. “It’s an egyptian symbol. My Uncle gave it to me.” She explained, taking it from his hold and looking over it before tucking it back into her top.

“What does it stand for?” He asked, his hand splayed on the tree over her shoulder. Jack was leaning into her, he knew exactly how he made her feel, but he wasn’t just playing. “Eternal life, among other things.” YN smiled up at him, pulling at his jacket lapel.

“You may want to find a new spot.” A woman’s voice caught them off guard, obviously pushing apart. “Relax,” Mary said with a roll of her eyes, “I’m not Granny.” Jack and YN both snorted.

“Mary, please--” YN tried but was cut off. “Spare me, I’m not telling anyone.” She said, pulling on riding gloves. “Thank--” Jack tried, but Mary was one for cutting people off mid word. “But if you two want to keep sneaking off together, I won’t have to tell.” She said with a pointed look before turning on her heel. YN smiled across at Jack once Mary had left. “That look is going to get me in trouble.” He bit his bottom lip, pushing YN back against the tree.

“Where’s YN?” Dean asked, looking up from the trickster’s body. The Winchester brother’s found themselves back in the warehouse after driving a stake through the Trickster’s back.

Part 2

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