#daesung angst

[purpleyoonn]

enchanted 2

C H A P T E R   T W O 

“I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you.”

summary: The realm under King Min’s rule had been under war for over thirty years, a war within the inhuman species with origins no one knows. Your presence was brought into awareness when found by the king under the rubble of your home. You are plunged into a world you had only ever seen from the outside, and don’t know how long you can last.

genre: soulmate au, fantasy au, dragon au,

pairing: Dragon King Yoongi x Human MC

status: ongoing (random updates)

warnings: starts in the middle of war, violence, angst, death, supernatural creatures, smut, dragon customs, dragon instincts, more to come

chapter warnings: mc wakes up, inner questioning, inner worth issues, yoongi is a simp, love at first sight(duh), mc struggles at first, slight agoraphobia, major fluff at end, 

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Previously on Enchanted: 

The healer worked slowly under the watchful eye of Yoongi, wrapping up the cuts and bruising on your legs and the bruising on your arm before letting Yoongi know that you would need your legs rebandaged in the morning so he can make sure there was no infections but that you could go.

Yoongi relented, not liking the fact that this male was this close to his mate while she was unmarked. His dragon didn’t recognize the healer as safe, so he was on edge and practically flew you back to his room.

Once you were safe in his room, laying in his bed surrounded by his scent, only then could he begin to relax.

Warmth was an incredible motivator when used correctly. It could and would be frequently be used against you when you were punished. The servant’s quarters in Lord Ahn’s manor weren’t warm, in any way what-so-ever, but they were warmer than sleeping on the hay outside of the building.

Cheorin was located on the southern border of the Min Kingdom and was a major trading and fishing port for the kingdom. The Ahn Estate was on the outside of the city and was a well known boarding house for the Lords and sometimes their families when traveling. It held all of the luxuries that the Lords were used to and far enough away from the bustling city that the “activities” the Lords participated in while visiting were hidden from their wives when traveling alone.

We, the servants, were sworn to secrecy, threatened with things far worse than no food for a week or being assigned to the Lord Daesung for the night. Freezing to death by the cold winds seeping into the servant’s quarters was a far worse death than starvation.

That’s how you knew you were not dreaming: the warmth that surrounded you as your eyelids began to flutter with your slow awakening. It was not unwelcomed, despite the shock to your bones. You almost wanted to curl back into the soft bedding beneath you, pulling the even softer blankets over your head and hiding from the memories that seemed trapped behind your eyes.

You try to recall what had happened to land you in this comfortable warmth that encased you. You remember the pain in your legs, the desperation to get the beam off of you, the way the ghoul climbed its way slowly to you. You remember your savior, his red eyes and the way he clung to you as he picked you up, as if you were precious to him. It didn’t make sense, until you remembered the word he growled out when he realized who you were.

“Mate.”

The words were not foreign to you, despite being a human who grew up thinking only the creatures from your father’s stories could have mates fated to them. You couldn’t believe what the King had said, even now as you guessed where you were. You thought you were in one of the lower rooms of the palace, the servant quarters, maybe.

A servant belonged on the floor, below everyone else.

After a couple more minutes cuddled into the warmth you are not accustomed to, you slowly lift your head, sitting up in a large bed. Looking around, you notice the dark handcrafted furniture, carved with ornate details across from you. It had a large mirror rested on it with a couple other things you couldn’t make out scattered on the top. You noticed the sunlight peaking it which had you doing a double take. The servant’s quarters usually didn’t have windows.

Your eyes immediately catch on the large window and through it, a balcony covered in plants looking out over the grounds. You wanted to open the doors, bask in the sunlight and fade away by the smell of the beautiful plants. But you knew that would not be your future.

The rest of the room was covered in soft purple and gold silks, sleek furniture, and something even more daunting; the King himself.

You gasp as you pull the blankets from your legs and practically throwing yourself off the bed. A cry tore through your lips at the sudden pain in your legs, your body almost crumbling to the floor if someone hadn’t caught you.

The King moving faster than you could see, caught you in his embrace before you hit the ground. You tried to push him away, not wanting the King to have to touch something as low as you. Your fight was lost as soon as he growled lowly, your body becoming tense as you freeze in fear.

“Please, I’m sorry.” You don’t know what you were apologizing for, but you couldn’t help it when the words tumbled from your mouth. Your voice was hoarse from disuse. You had no clue how long you had been out.

Yoongi wanted to cry from the blatant fear you had of him. He could smell it on you, like a black swirl of smoke impeding all of his senses. It made the back of his throat itch and his eyes burn. He could feel his dragon wanting to take over again but that was the last thing you or he needed.

He picked you up in his arms, softly placing you back onto the bed as if you were made of glass. His touch was so very warm, a tingle spread through your body. It was such a wonderful feeling that you had to fight yourself to keep from whimpering at the loss of his touch as he moved away from you, now standing a few feet away. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment. You were wanting to cry at the loss of the King’s touch?! How much more insolent could you be?! He was a King!

You were too preoccupied with your own thoughts to notice when Yoongi returned and sat by your side on the bed, the cream his healer had given him in his hands. He put the cream onto his palm, rubbing the cream between his hands until it had warmed up, and began to massage it into your calves, making sure to be gentle around some of the deeper, scabbed over wounds.

Startled, you jolt at the feeling of his hands on your legs, biting back a groan of contentment you wish to let out. His hands felt like they belonged on you, warm and gentle despite the callouses on his palms. You hadn’t expected, well, any of this to happen when you opened your eyes, let alone watching in surprise as the King rubbed some kind of cream onto your legs.

“Your Majesty…” You try to protest but your words are cut off when he looks up at you, his eyes challenging you to try and stop him.

When he sees the fight die down, Yoongi feels a content grumble begin in his chest, loud enough for you to hear as his features soften. You watch his eyes brighten with happiness as he smiles softly at you.

By the fates above, you knew you would do anything to keep that smile on his lips. Like that was your one reason for being; you needed nothing else in your life. Well, maybe besides the air that you forgot to breathe in when he smiled at you.

When he was done, you believe he had to have used some kind of magical cream, as the pain you felt upon standing was no longer there, a certain numbness to your legs but you could tell that you weren’t really numb. You could still feel your legs and could feel the movement within them as you shifted on the bed (coincidentally closer to the King who smiled at you, momentarily distracting you).

You were about to ask why the King himself was by your side, helping you, when a knock sounded on the door causing your courage to dry up and your question to wither away in your mind.

Yoongi saw this and grinned a little at your shyness before getting off the bed and turning to the door to see who was there. He specifically ordered everyone to leave his wing as he wanted to have alone time with you when you woke up. He didn’t want his Queen to be bombarded by excited dragons eager to meet their King’s mate.

When he opened the door, he wasn’t expecting to be greeted by his oldest friend, the dragoness who took care of him when his parents were busy with their duties. He tried to hide his blush of embarrassment, knowing he was about to get his neck rung.

“Min Yoongi! I thought I taught you better than this? Hiding your soulmate from the world is not the way to go about things. I should have been the first to meet her, and now I hear that one of the healers got to see her before me?” The woman scolded the King, reminding you of how your mother used to talk to you when you got in trouble. Yoongi only moved out of the way, letting his dragoness enter his space.

You watch the smaller plump woman practically grab the King by his ears and drag him back into the room, eyes wide at the display of power against the King. You were shocked that he just let her maneuver him, wondering just who this woman was to be able to get away with acting like this.

“Shinhye, I promise I was going to let you meet her. I just wanted alone time with my mate before we were swarmed.” Yoongi tried to explain his actions, but only got a raised eyebrow in response.

Hearing the King call you his mate again had you in a blushing mess. It felt different to hear it now, the circumstances being drastically different from the first time you heard it; you weren’t distracted by pain and panic, you could feel the affection and pride in his voice.

When the woman, Shinhye, turned to the bed, she was pleased to see you blushing at her boy’s words.

Good, she thought, maybe our King won’t be so alone anymore.

The warmth from your smile and cheeks was enough to warm even the Dragon King’s seemingly cold exterior.

“Well, alone time will have to be done later. It is breakfast time and I can tell that your little mate needs some food in her belly.” Shinhye declared once she noticed your bones peeking through the clothes you had been changed into. You were nearing dangerously thin and she (nor Yoongi) wasn’t happy about it. She could tell that your background was not a good one from that alone. She wanted to do what she could to help you, that meant getting something nutritious in you quickly.

“You will bring her down for breakfast. Everyone is well aware of your wishes and only two staff will be serving the meal. She needs to see more than just your room, your Majesty.” You vaguely hear her mention the King’s brother and other people who will be eating with you both. You would have protested to her concern, truly not wishing to be around so many new people at once but just then the last part of her sentence struck you..

You were in the King’s room. You were laying in the King’s bed!

I really am the King’s mate, you realized! You knew that it was against the dragon code to bring anyone to your bed who wasn’t your mate.  If you were in the King’s room, his den, and in his bed with a dress covering your shape, you had to be his mate! There was no way for your mind to twist this or misunderstand it anymore.

You were the Dragon King’s soulmate.

You, a measly human servant girl!

“I think my room is just fine.” Yoongi mumbled under his breath but still promised that he would be bringing you down to the dining hall for breakfast.

He turned to you and noticed you were frozen, just staring at him with your big doe eyes. He melted under your gaze, working hard to push against your spell as he moved to his wardrobe to find something suitable for you. He had already commissioned a wardrobe to be made for you with the finest silks and colors but they wouldn’t be coming for another few days.

So, he guessed that his own clothes would have to do. He didn’t even feel his own lips turn up into a proud and possessive grin at his thoughts. The thought of you in his clothing fed into his own protective nature, coupled with his dragon’s desire to keep you close, this was the perfect solution to the problem at hand. You would smell like him and be shown to the world in his clothes, the ultimate display of courtship and mating within dragon culture, well, besides you wearing his mating mark.

He grabbed a simple button shirt and some pants with a belt for you, hoping it would fit somewhat until your wardrobe showed up. Turning around, he couldn’t help but to deflate a little with the way you looked at him, wide eyed and almost curious, like you couldn’t believe your situation. In hindsight, he knew you were probably questioning everything, but he hoped he could prove himself to you sooner rather than later. To help guide you and adjust to your life in the palace and with him. He knew there was some darkness and mistreatment in your past, and he wanted you to feel safe with him.

“Here, you can wear these.” He hands the clothing to you before leaving the room, giving you space to change in private. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel uncomfortable with him. The distance between the two of you was already making his dragon antsy, but he needed you to accept him before he could allow his dragon to do anything.

You watched the King leave his den before staring down at the clothes he handed you. The fabric felt so soft in your hands; very delicate as you turned them over and examined them. It had been years since you last wore trousers, the staple of your childhood in the forest outside of your home. It felt weird wearing them as an adult.

They were a little big, and long, you were grateful the King had thought to give you a belt so they wouldn’t fall down. The shirt was like a dress to you, long enough that the fabric fell to your knees and you struggled to tuck the bottom into the pants. By the time you were done getting dressed, you were afraid that breakfast was already over and a little anxious believing that you had kept the King from eating.

“I apologize, your Majesty. I did not mean to take so long.” You bow your head, not exactly knowing how to address your soulmate as you stepped out of the den, closing the door behind you. You did not know if he would treat you like your father treated your mother, or if you would be reminded of the distant relationship between the Lord and Lady Ahn.

When he didn’t immediately say anything, you hazarded a peek at him while keeping your head bowed. You saw him bring his hand up, agonizingly slow, towards your face. You quickly screwed your eyes closed, flinching, waiting for the blow you knew was coming. You definitely offended him, taking so long to get dressed! How could you mess up so quickly? But the slap you expected never came, instead his touch was soft; sweet even as he gently cupped your chin, slowly bringing your head up.

You opened your eyes again, brows furrowed in confusion as you noticed the small smile gracing his lips.

“You never need to bow your head to me, my Queen.” Your confusion transformed into awe as he rubbed his thumb across your jaw before dropping his hand to grab onto your, lacing his fingers with your own.

Never before had you felt so safe or comfortable with a man. Not even with your own father, who had had taught you to be patient by helping you gather flowers and water for paint. He showed you what it meant to be kind, always helping our neighbors and talking courteously to everyone he passed by. You wanted to trust your heart, your mind even dreaming of bonding with your future partner; wanting to fulfill the dreams of your childhood.

Dreams of walking with your own partner in the forests behind your childhood home. Collecting berries for paint and forging new paths with each other. You loved the story your father told you of early life with your mother, of how they first met and recognized their lives were better together. You wanted to experience that love with your partner. You wanted to lay amongst the flowers with them, looking up at the clouds and making shapes out of them.

You decided if this was a dream, you might as well go along with it.

You nod your head at the King’s words, letting him bring you down the long corridors and hallways, his words captivating as he tells you about the castle itself. He tells you stories of his childhood, how his father had rescued a boy who would later become one of his best friends.

You were entranced by him, by the way he walked and talked. You loved the smile he wore when he seemed happiest, his gums shining brightly as if sharing his own happiness with the world around him.

So entranced, in fact, you didn’t realize you had arrived at the room where breakfast was served, startled by the herald, announcing the King’s presence and consequently your own.

“Their Royal Majesties, King Min and his Queen.” The Herald, Seokmin, yelled to the large room once the doors opened, causing you to jump in place and the King to grin. You were shocked to say the least when everyone in the room bowed at your arrival.

The room itself was grand, something you could imagine large parties being held in. There were paintings depicting the Dragon history along the walls, the colors bringing a certain enchantment to the room. The large table in the middle held what seemed like twenty chairs with two larger chairs sitting at one end. The biggest of the two right at the head of the table, and the second one to the right of the table.

You looked at the King but he just smiled and walked forward, hand still holding yours the entire way to the head of the table where the two ornate, high back chairs sat. The King only released your hand in order to pull out the smaller of the two chairs, on the right, before gesturing for you to sit. You tried to shake your head no, moving quickly forward to tell him that he should never pull out a chair for someone lower than him, but you fall flat, seeing the warning look he gave you.

Instead, you slowly sit down on the small throne, noticing the floral engravings and etchings in the dark wood. You ran your fingers along the leaves on the arms as the large chair next to you was pulled out and the King sat down, pulling his own chair in despite one of the runner boys rushing to push it in for him.

Once he was seated, the server standing at the walls came forward and started filling the table with the food on the trays they had stacked on a pushcart. You saw foods that you didn’t recognize being placed in front of you, colors like the paints you used to make sitting on the plates of food.

When he moved back to the wall, the King on your left began reaching for the plates in front of you both, grabbing the colorful food and even sweeter looking pastries and placing them on his plate. Once his plate was filled, he placed it in front of you, taking your plate and then filling that up for himself.

“These are all my favorites. Better to grab them before the others.” He whispered to you, a slight smirk on his face as he gestures his head to one of the men a couple of chairs down, his cheeks filled with food, reminding you of a chipmunk. You giggle a little making Yoongi’s eyes light up with adoration.

“Thank you, your Majesty.” You bow your head again, before remembering that he asked you not to bow your head to him again.

“Please, call me Yoongi. As my mate, you should feel free to address me by my name.” The last sentence he said with decisiveness, as if demonstrating that he was serious about it. That you were his mate and he was determined that you understand what that meant.

You awkwardly nodded your head, repeating his name over and over again in your mind. The many years you spent serving Lord Ahn had drilled etiquette, proper forms of addressing your betters and displaying proper subservient manners into your barin. You couldn’t be sure how quickly you could unlearn this type of behavior or even if you could adapt to your new role. It would take you some time but you hoped you could. You would hate for the King, Yoongi, to have to keep reminding you, saving his breath for more important things.

“Or, you could call him Yoongles.” The person he gestured earlier speaks up, an amused lilt to his voice as he speaks to you. “Or kitty. He looks like a cat if you look at him long enough.”

“He also likes to be called ho—” The man was cut off by a pastry hitting his face, right in the cheek.

You covered your mouth at the scene, your mouth open wide as the man turns and glares at the Ki—Yoongi. Yoongi was looking right back at the man, a smirk on his lips.

“Why must you through a pastry at my face? I was only telling her the truth.”

“Why must you tell my mate these ridiculous stories, Jin?” Yoongi countered. The man, who you now know is named Jin, only gasped.

“Ridiculous stories?! I’ll have you know—” Yoongi ignored him, leaning towards you.

“This is my advisor—”

“And bestest friend in the entire world!”

“And one of my close friends, Kim Seokjin, but I call him Jin.” You turn to Jin, giving him a shy smile as you introduce yourself.

“Of course. I think the entire castle has heard about you by now. The whispers are not as quiet as they wish to be.” Jin told you, making you freeze. You did not know how long you had been out cold, but you didn’t think the entire castle would have known about your presence. It made you nervous to be on everyone’s radar. This usually meant you had done something wrong at Lord Ahn’s manor, which was never a good thing.

Maybe you underestimated the workers within the castle. You knew that secrets were never secrets with the servants. You were a servant yourself.

“But do not worry about them. Everyone wishes to get to know the little human who was able to finally gain our little King’s affection. He has been waiting for you for a long time.” Jin waved his hand at you, trying to dispel your worries. He could feel your emotions radiating off you, could see how truly nervous you were despite Yoongi doing his best to push his pheromones out to comfort you.

Your aura was a dark green and swirling blue. Jin could see your deep connection to the earth and the sadness swelling within. He could see how hard and traumatic your life has been, the blue almost matching the King’s.

Jin had a gift that gave him an advantage over the other dragons from his hoard. He could see the auras of the soul. His father had shared the same gift, making him a special advisor to the late King Geumjae. A job that now resided with him. He was the left hand to the king, especially important when trying to decipher friend from foe.

“A long time indeed.” The other man spoke up from besides you. His features were soft, but you could tell they would cut you in an instant. He had been watching you, observing you the entire time. He felt oddly familiar with you, as if he had seen you somewhere before.

Jimin didn’t feel anything bad from you, his sixth sense had never been wrong before. He could tell you were as innocent as you seemed, but he knew he should keep an eye on you. If his suspicions were correct, you would need it.

“My name is Jimin, and I am Yoongi’s younger, adopted brother.” Jimin smiled at you, holding his hand out to shake your hand. You did so, gaining a large smile from Jimin, his eyes creasing closed as he did so, and from Yoongi, watching the interaction of the two most important people to him.

Jimin had grown up in the Witches realm, but during one of the initial attacks on the Min Kingdom, he had been found under the rubble of one of the towers, blown to pieces and stacked on top of the little boy. Min Geumjae, the Dragon King and Yoongi’s father, had found him after hearing the cries of the dying boy. He saved him and adopted him to be raised as Yoongi’s younger brother.

“It is very nice to meet you Jimin.” You smile back at him, loving the energy you feel coming from the man. He seemed very polite and nice, something you weren’t expecting.

“Has our lovely King taken you to the gardens yet?” Jimin asked you after a couple seconds, giving you time to eat some of the fruit Yoongi had put on your plate. His tone was sarcastic but his eyes held sincerity. They all could see how much you needed the nutrients and to have the sun on you, the vitamin much needed given the pallor to your skin.

When Yoongi had first changed your clothes, not allowing anyone else to come near you in your state, he had become enraged, thrashing the east wing office in his fit. You were practically skin and bones, and he had found more bruises on you than just the ones visible ones on your arm and legs.

It had taken both Jin and Jimin, along with Namjoon and one of the personal guards, Jungkook, to hold the King down so that Jimin and Hoseok, the chef, could calm him down. Taehyung, the royal florist, being called in from Jungkook. The six men had to sit with him and talk him down. They were his closest friends and were the only people Yoongi would allow near him in such a state.

“No, he has not. I had just woken up only moments before being brought down here.” You replied back, leaving out the fact that Yoongi’s mother figure had practically demanded your presence at breakfast.

“Well, I think a stroll in the gardens is in order after breakfast. You should really see all the wonderful colors Taehyung has brought into the courtyard.” Jimin looked at Yoongi, nodding his head the slightest bit, making sure he would take his mate outside.

They wanted you to know you were not a prisoner. This was your home now. Plus, Jimin had the feeling that his mate would be able to help you open up, even the tiniest bit. Taehyung seemed to have a way with people that even he would never be able to understand.

Plus, they all noticed the way your eyes light up at the mention of the gardens, Jimin knew that his brother would now be spending most of his time within the outer walls, picking flowers for his lovely mate.

“That would be wonderful, if it is okay with you?” You turn your head to Yoongi at the end, hoping and praying to the gods that your soulmate would let you out into the gardens. It had been a long time since you were surrounded by flowers, and you had sorely missed blending in with all the colors.

“Of course, my Queen.” The tilt of his head had your heart fluttering.

Unbeknownst to you, Yoongi’s own heart fluttered at the way your doe eyes shined with hope at his words. He would give you the world as long as you continued to look at him like this.

He would do anything for his Queen.

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Yoongi knew he was in love with you at first sight.

The way you tried with all your might to free yourself from underneath the column on top of you, the raw emotions flowing from your skin as you cried in anguish, not thinking of quitting in the slightest. You were incredibly strong, a warrior in your own right.

Yoongi fell for you again as he watched the amazement and wonder cross your features once the doors to the garden were opened. He watched as your mouth subconsciously turned into a smile; eyes alit as you reached for one of the wildflowers that was encroaching on one of the fences at the start of one of the paths through the garden.

It was as if you had never seen such beauty before. Yoongi wasn’t sure what sort of expression he was making, watching every emotion you were feeling flutter across your face, rather like an open book. He imagined the goofy grin Jin would tease him about was out in full force, wide across his face.

You continued to surprise him at every turn. He had thought you would be terrified of him, by what he was. He almost expected you to be trying to get away from him, looking for an escape while calling him all sorts of nasty names any time he came near. His experience with humans had given him such expectations. Even his high status as the ruler of this kingdom did not exempt him from the fear and contempt the other dragons faced from humans. He was blown away by the way you seemed to move closer to him instead of using this opportunity to scale the garden wall. For all the good it would do you.

It seemed like you gravitated towards each other. When he moved, you moved. When you reached out for a flower with particular thorns, he moved, as if to try and shield you from the pain he knew would come. But it never did. You were familiar with the flowers, another thing he was happy to learn.

Yoongi wanted to know everything he could about you. He wanted even the tiniest of details of who you were at your core.

He wanted to know your favorite color, what time of day was your favorite to gaze up at the sky. He wished to know what made you smile, what would make you laugh uproariously, holding your belly as you tried to contain the joy that would spill forth.

He watched how you practically floated down the path that led to the large fountain, reaching out and caressing the petals of each flower you saw. He listened as you listed off every detail you could remember about each flower, even flowers that weren’t in the garden.

He learned that the chef, Hoseok, could be using the Tulip bulbs as a substitute for onions within the castle’s recipes. The lotus flower, a symbol of life and resurrection, can stay dormant for years and then rise again with the return of water. Sunflowers can be used to find direction, as the flowers themselves seemed to respond to the movement of the sun, from east to west.

He also learned that you had a love for lavender and sunflowers. You always seemed to return back to the two plants, happiness and nostalgia turning your scent into a sweet honey, making his mouth water and his lips turn up into a smile. He wasn’t entirely sure that he knew what a sunflower was, but it sounded like something he should speak to Taehyung about.

However, your wonder dialed up once you caught sight of the large fountain his father had erected for his mother before he was born. It was one of his courting gifts, one that had his mother accepting the courting and led to their mating.

You didn’t know that, though. You were caught up in the image created within the marble. A large dragon in a protective stance over a small female, tail curled in front of her as if warning away all who would dare harm her. A wild grass filled with flowers sat upon the floor, a path created by the marbled flowers that the water from the fountain sprouted from. The other waterfall came from the dragon’s open mouth, a more powerful run as the water fell.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Yoongi seemed to catch you off guard; you had completely forgotten that the dragon was with you.

“It is.” You responded back in awe. “I wish I could stay here forever.” You turn around in a slow circle, looking at your surroundings and moving slower until you stood back in front of Yoongi.

“I would never keep you locked in my chambers.” Yoongi could hear the wishful tone in your words. He could also smell the nerves tampering with your sweet honey.

Yoongi moved closer until he was only inches away from you, his hands moving to hold yours, bringing them up to his lips so he could plant soft kisses on your knuckles.

“I have been waiting years for you. I have had dreams of you for as long as I could remember, your laughter caught in my head, keeping me alive even when I might have wished otherwise. You will never be hidden from the world. You are my treasure, and I will treat you as such.” You looked up at him, eyes glistening with unshed tears as your soulmate seemed to read every thought and fear you had of your union.

Of the minimal things you had heard of dragon mates, none of them were very kind. You feared that you would be kept in his hoard, never allowed to leave. It seemed that your previous teachings were wrong, and it had you wondering what being a dragon’s mate entailed, the courting rituals, and what the future would look like if you accepted.

“You are the Queen of my realm, and you will have full access to everything your heart desires. As long as you are happy, my heart and dragon will be satisfied.” His words have you turning your hands to grip his own.

“What if you are the cause of my happiness?” Your lips turn up, gazing into his eyes as he seems shocked. “Will you be satisfied with that?”

“Then I shall be the happiest dragon alive, my Queen. I wish nothing more than to be the cause of your smile for the rest of my days.” His words make you blush, now shy as you look down at the ground.

If this is what fate had in mind for you, dreams be damned, you would never question her intentions again.

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Look what you made me do || P.S.H

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Minors do not interact.

WC: 2.6k

Pairing: Mafia! Seonghwa x Mafia!OC

Warnings: Death, murder, violence, gaslighting, manipulation, mafia themes, weapons, angst, gore, eventual smut.

A/N: The question isn't am I late or am I late. It's what are you gonna do about it?

Chapter 3

2 years ago:

I had blood on my hands.

I could vaguely feel its stickiness gently running down my fingertips, like some sort of forgotten, korean version of lady macbeth. Though I didn't know who hated it more, me or her. A small voice inside me said it had to be her, she most likely did not know just how heavy the price of a life is. As if I did, I mused. I had thought I had. I had paid it regardless.

I numbly walked out of the hotel room and brought myself to find the bathroom ensuite. Purely mechanical movements got the water running. I washed the pigment off, rubbing my skin till it was redder than the blood. I registered feet shuffling outside the door and a knock. "Boss, should we clear out? The work here is done." I let a second pass. "Yes." "As you wish." With that, he walked off and muffled orders were now audible, no doubt to the others outside. The words as you wish kept playing in my head like a broken record, an irony that refused to leave me alone. As you wish. It really was as I wished it in this city, wasn't it? I had always loved to play god. I got off on the thrill of infallibility it brought me. Of course, my fall was long. And if matters were any indication, I was yet to hit the ground. I hardly tried to stop the shudder that went through me at the thought. Images of crashed skulls and swollen bones kept flashing through my mind, but the face wasn't mine. I retracted my hands, the automatic tap turning off. I dried them and opened the door.

The room was empty save for the smell of disinfectant. I walked to the entrance, my uncle's men all waiting for me to exit. None of them spoke a word to each other as I marched on and out of the suite, them following some distance behind. "Jihun." I called out his name without looking back. "Keep this under the covers. Exclude it out of your report to my uncle or father. If he asks, I was out moping." "Whatever you say." And there it was again. Words that usually stroked my fragile ego into contentment had the opposite effect today. They made my hackles rise, if anything. "Leave the twins behind with me." Jihun, the man this group of people answered to grunted his acknowledgement. We parted ways at the main foyer of the hotel, Jihun's group heading to the parking lot and my steps turning towards the main entrance, the twins following.

I threaded through the throng silently, the buzzing nightlife of the city greeting me and the two men accompanying behind. The twins, Daesung and Daewon tailed me often, so my asking for them to stay wouldn't increase my father's already uncountable worries. They were both lithe, dressed casually to blend in.

"Get two cars. I'm driving myself back later." I got along well with the twins. They were battle hardened, years of military service and habit of discipline obvious. Both specialized in close range combat, but were decent marksmen too. Physically, they were in their late twenties but death had aged their mind. They moved silently, didn't ask questions and had no issue omitting things I asked from their reports to my family. Unlike Jihun, who I was sure would last a week before his sense of loyalty made him confess everything he previously hadn't once shit hit the roof. The twins moved as a unit, and anyone hardly ever used their individual names. They were simply the twins.

Two minutes later, I heard heard two cars coming towards me. I got into the first without looking. It was Daesung. He kept his eyes on the road, the radio connected to his younger brother's car 2 metres behind. "Where to?" Daewon asked, the red blink of the radio coming to life. I thought the question over. Where did I want to be now? Definitely not home. Not in my penthouse either. Currently silence scared me more than my mother did. "Wherever there's life." I sighed.

Twenty minutes later, I was standing in front of a party. Some daddy's princess was having her 21st birthday bash, and the noise was almost deafening. I knew this bar and I knew the girl, though only barely. I had no intentions of gatecrashing, so I entered the gates without attaching my tab to her bill. I didn't drink either way.

The lone chairs were scarce, and lone tables nonexistent. The twins followed suit, getting to keep their weapons after a hushed discussion with the security and pointing a finger at me. Understanding the situation, he let them in.

The bar, Perles D'argent was a rare french investment on this road otherwise lined up with buildings owned by various Korean families from the underworld. The investors and owners both had formal relations with all of us, which made it a neutral venue. Both Daesung and Daewon took their places in the crowd, seemingly deciding to enjoy their nights because I sure as hell wasn't in the mood. They immediately turned heads in their direction as they went, their height and build drawing attention to them. I gave Daewon a knowing look, and he just shrugged with a half smile. I shook my head in return. My mother had always liked the twins, especially the younger one. She had once tried to set us up. Daewon had been horrified, not used to my mother's matchmaking endeavors. He had avoided me for a week later. I hardly felt sorry for him though.

In reality, I had asked the twins to follow only because I knew that would buy me more time till Jihun ran his mouth. He trusted his two subordinates and probably thought I was sleeping with one of the brothers. It usually played into my favor as people didn't enquire further when I asked for the twins, and both of them knew it.

I snagged an empty stool from a leaving patron and dumped myself unceremoniously on it. My mind had stopped registering my surroundings hours ago, the static of numbness the only sound I heard. My head was pounding. A lone shake of my head had the bartender look elsewhere. The day had been tough and my body ached without actually feeling pain. I was completely content with silently shutting every thought out and ignoring everything going wrong in my life, when I took a fleeting glance at the bar's occupants.

I saw him then.

Lee Jong In, sitting at a corner table, surrounded by two blondes and a brunette with his head resting in the blonde's lap. Completely oblivious to what was taking place in our city. There must have been a world record for the speed with which one could see red, and it must have had my name on it.

I was off the stool and walking in his direction without second thought. A hand grabbed me from nowhere and my temper soared, already having slipped twice in eight hours. It was one of the twins, who had followed my gaze and figured out where I was going.

"Leave me." I seethed at Daewon. His grip only tightened in response, dragging me out of the noise and into a less crowded place. " Let me go, soldier. You do not call the shots here." The younger twin didn't even blink.

"Iseul. You're far from in your right mind. Don't do something you'll regret in a week." A laugh escaped my throat at that, cruel and mirthless. "We're 72 hours too late for that, don't you agree?" His jaw tightened and he let go of my hand.

"Will it make you feel better?"

"Absolutely."

His expression said he knew I was lying, but he didn't say it. Instead, a snap of his fingers and Daesung was with us, looking at his brother and then at me, then back to his brother and finally towards the man that had started this conversation, now lapping at the brunette's shoulder. It clearly disgusted Daesung as well, because his expression soured instantly.

"What do you want to do?" "I want him to suffer," I looked at my hand, ghosts of the blood I had washed off still making it feel warm. "And I want him gone."

"That is hardly a call in your paygrade, Iseul." "Gone." I repeated with finality. The twins sighed in exasperation, Daewon running a hand through his dark hair. Daesung pulled his brother aside, clearing a path for me. "You know we have your back, right?" I nodded my head. What people didn't know was that I was friends with these two. Their loyalty was primarily with me, and my uncle or father second.

"We'll clean up after you. Just don't dig a bigger hole than you already have, Lin." He didn't need to remind me just how big a mess I had orchestrated, I wasn't forgetting it anytime soon. Still, with that warning echoing between the three of us, I made my way towards the shitty excuse of a man and a shittier father whose innocent son's blood I could still feel on my hands even hours later. And it was all his fault.

My mess could be dealt with tomorrow.

4 hours later:

I unlocked my car and got in. The party had long since finished, and I was far from the city. Lee Jong In was gone, a wet, soggy bed he had made for himself. The twins were gearing up to leave, their shared car behind mine.

A screen lighting up had me reaching inside the cup holder, my phone showing a power low reminder. I hadn't checked it for more than a day, I realized. I unlocked it, simply because I had nothing else to do. I had a series of texts that I ignored, but the latest two names were the only ones that actually mattered.

Wooyoung: Iseul call me back. [today, 2:02pm]

Wooyoung: WHAT THE HELL LIN [today, 1:32pm]

Wooyoung: Lin this better be a fucking joke [today, 1:29pm]

Few from San, minutes prior to his friend's texts.

San: You're. fucking. dead. [today, 1:23pm]

San: SHOW YOUR FACE. I DARE YOU. [today, 1:23pm]

San: Iseul, I am going to ask once. Where is she. [today, 1:17pm]

San: You're sick in the head. Fucking sick. You and your fucking need to control everything like the self-absorbed shit you act like [yesterday, 11:30pm]

Wooyoung: WHAT KIND OF A SHITTY PERSON ARE YOU??!!? [yesterday, 3:45pm]

Wooyoung: YOU BURIED HER??? [yesterday, 3:44pm]

Wooyoung: You have 23 missed call(s) from this user [received yesterday, 12:24pm]

San: You have 87 missed call(s) from this user [received today, 9:40 pm]

Wooyoung: Last call(s)- today, 6:14pm

San: Last call(s)-today, 9:00am

Every text was more desperate than the last, and my heart ached some more with every word I read. I didn't know if she would have forgiven me. The one person I had done all of this for. Someone whose secret I would die protecting, especially from Choi San. And someone she had now left behind, someone I would love enough for both of us.

Distractedly, I scrolled up some more. The older messages didn't even make sense, gibberish strung together by no doubt shaking hands. I closed the chat midway, not wanting to read further. It was no use anyway. Choi San may have loved my best friend, but this was my call to make. I switched the device off and threw it back in the cup holder. The gates of the cemetery outside glinted like a sharp knife, and I was tempted to get out of my car to see if it actually did draw blood. I deserved that pain at least. It would serve as a good reminder of my mortality.

My head leaned against the steering wheel, eyes closing for some time. The thought of the incident which had started these three days of absolute horror refusing to now stay suppressed in my head. My hands had started shaking on the sides of the steering wheel and I could feel the salty tears lining my eyelids as I opened them again, now freely flowing which I had held in for a long time.

Mirah was my gentle half. My closest friend. My confidante. The only one who kept me in line, my everything. And now she was gone.

I had buried my now dead best friend less than 24 hours ago.

Present:

"Then why don't we start by you telling us what exactly happened between you and Lee Jong In's son two years ago?"

Seonghwa's question echoed through the room as he himself lounged on the chair, relaxed and looking totally in control.

"Why do you care?"

"Answer the question, Lin. I am not a patient man."

I gritted my teeth. Who did he think he was? "Listen, Park. I don't know what you want. I don't want to know what you want. I don't know what Lee Jong In wanted when he sent me that invitation. I have no idea what happened to his son," I took a look at everyone in the room. "And I am not going to speak a single word or answer any further questions before I get out of this chair. So spare me this stupid display of power. I want no part in whatever game you are trying to start."

He stared me dead in the eye for what felt like an eternity. "Twenty minutes. I will give you twenty minutes to gather your bearings before my man escorts you."

"The way I see it, you want information that only I can provide. So, Mr. Park," I leaned forward, tone completely serious. "I would be far more accommodating to me than you are currently being. "

He didn't even dignify my outburst with a response, he gracefully got up from his chair like it was some throne, buttoned his suit and left the room without a glance in long strides. I watched him go with hooded eyes, massaging my wrists and running my hands through my hair in an effort to civilize them. Yunho and Mingi left next, the latter saying something in a hushed voice.

I got up on shaky legs, steadying myself against the chair as I buttoned my shirt, the hints of a tattoo on my torso that Seonghwa had been staring at vanishing underneath as I finished dressing. San's furious expression had turned into unreadable, Wooyoung nudging him to move with his own jaw clenched. Kang's face was closed off as usual as he averted his eyes to give me privacy. I scoffed internally. He had my phone casually in his pocket while he offered slivers of mercy to me, acting like some Victorian gentleman.

"Iseul."

Kim Hongjoong was still inside, his expression one of contemplation. I raised my brow at him.

"Have you met Seonghwa before?" Huh. I met his question with silence as I started to walk out. His extended hand stopped me, but his expression was what made me want to find out more. "I know who he is." I said to him after a pause, not understanding what he meant by his question. He nodded, making way for me to leave.

Hongjoong fell into some silent discussion with Yeosang, and I took the opportunity to get out of the room. The guard near the door immediately fell into step ahead of me.

With a forlorn sigh and resignation in my bones, I followed the man to whatever grave I had dug for myself with this man.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

A/N: This is shorter than I would have liked, but I didn't want to end it on some lame note. Happy reading!

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✦ Nome do personagem: Kang Chunso. ✦ Faceclaim e função: Jung Haein - Ator. ✦ Data de nascimento: 01/04/1988. ✦ Idade: 35 anos. ✦ Gênero e pronomes: Masculino, ele/dele ✦ Nacionalidade e etnia: Coreano, sul-coreano. ✦ Qualidades: Leal, Corajoso e determinado. ✦ Defeitos: Enxerido, teimoso, impaciente. ✦ Moradia: Elysian Fields. ✦ Ocupação: Coordenador Pedagógico - Divine Children’s Academy. ✦ Twitter: @EF88KC ✦ Preferência de plot: ANGST, CRACK, FLUFFY, HOSTILITY, ROMANCE/SHIPPING, SMUT. ✦ Char como condômino: Vive de cabelos em pé com as travessuras de seus filhos, mas sempre tenta compensar isso ajudando como pode.

TW’s na bio: Citação de morte, suicídio e assassinato

Biografia:

Kang! Um sobrenome que carregava poder, compartilhado por um casal de uma professora e um diretor talentoso que tinham um forte matrimônio. Este amor logo gerou duas crianças que, mesmo tão jovens, se espelharam nos pais e resolveram seguir seus passos no rumo da arte.

Todos esperavam que aquela família fosse eternamente feliz, como em um conto de fadas com seu 'Felizes para sempre'. No entanto, a vida é feita de pés na bunda ou até mesmo um empurrão da escada.

Daesung era um cara dedicado à família e apaixonado pelo seu trabalho. Ele sempre tentou conciliar os dois e nunca deixar faltar em qualquer um dos lados. Casou cedo com a mulher que amava, a coreana capturara facilmente o coração do jovem diretor, e com ela construiu uma linda família. Seus filhos foram seu maior sonho, o coreano sempre quis ser pai e ter seus pequenos em seus braços, foi, com toda certeza, uma das suas maiores realizações.

Mas como falei anteriormente, a vida gosta de nos empurrar da escada. Quando seu filho mais velho tinha 14 anos, resolveram fazer uma viagem juntos. Daesung queria mostrar a Chunso como era a experiência de dirigir um filme de perto. Foi um momento bastante divertido entre pai e filho, mas o garoto queria mesmo era seguir os passos da mãe. Na volta para casa, no entanto, não foram tão bem recebidos com a notícia de que Sooyoung teria tirado a vida de sua filha mais nova e, logo depois, a própria vida. Não se foi deixada uma carta ou sequer uma explicação do porquê a mulher havia feito aquilo. Podia ser culpa sua? De seu filho? Ou até mesmo algo forjado? Não tinha como saber ao certo, mas esse acontecimento acabou mudando todo o relacionamento que tinham.

Chunso se distanciou de Daesung de forma que achou que seria melhor para si, pois doía toda vez que passavam tempo juntos e sentia estar deixando o restante da família no esquecimento. Já Daesung apenas deixou seu filho fazer o que queria. Ele não sabia como conter a dor do menino, sentia-se inútil e culpado por não conseguir consolá-lo. Ele queria poder consertar tudo, mas parecia que só se quebravam mais a cada encontro.

A carreira de Daesung parecia começar a cair em declínio. Ele não conseguia mais se concentrar no trabalho e sentia que, a qualquer momento, teria que parar. Mas ele sabia que não podia ficar assim; ainda tinha seu filho, mesmo que as coisas estivessem ruins entre eles. O diretor conseguiu se reerguer em meio a tanta coisa ruim e voltar ao topo, onde nunca devia ter saído.

Os anos se passaram, e Chunso conseguiu finalmente construir sua própria família. Casou-se com uma japonesa e com ela teve dois filhos, os grandes amores de sua vida. Infelizmente, o casamento não foi para frente, talvez por Chunso ainda carregar um sentimento obscuro dentro de si, ou por incompatibilidade do casal. Mesmo com o término, eles continuaram amigos pelo bem dos dois filhos e juntos tentam criar os pequenos, mesmo com as adversidades do divórcio.

A mudança para Acropolis veio como um recomeço para Chunso. Sua antiga moradia os tornava visados como vizinhos ruins, por conta das travessuras de seus filhos. Diziam que as crianças não eram educadas da forma certa, e isso só aumentava a pressão sobre os ombros do coreano, que optou pela mudança para além de ficar próximo ao trabalho, também tentar viver um pouco mais em paz.

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BIGBANG 6TH MEMBER AU MASTERLIST

Introduction to Park SooJin

Brief facts

SJ’s Day: The boys answer questions about SJ at the Hajimari No Sayonara event

SJ’s tattoos

Someone: SJ’s first mini-album

Sex Tape Scandal w/Siwon

Strong Heart: YG Special

Quote that matches SJ

SJ friends with benefits moodboard

Lucky: SJ passes out

Weekly Idol

JB

Wonho

Cockblock

Her ring

Face claim

OT6 fan posts

Seungri/SJ

Scenarios

Untitled: Seungri and SJ the night before his enlistment

New Members: Seungri and SJ join Bigbang

Fan Posts:

Part One

Seungri can‘t keep his mouth shut

GD/SJ

Scenarios

Two More: GD and SJ the night before his enlistment

Surprise: GD and SJ get their happily ever after

Surprise part 2

Still Time: GD figures out he’s an idiot and he still has time

21: We finally learn what the hell happened at SJ’s 21st birthday

Let’s Not Fall In Love: GD and SJ write a song

3 Minute Boyfriend: GD and SJ on SNL

Baby #2: SJ and GD decide to have another baby

Chill Out: SJ tells GD she’s pregnant for the first time

The Catalyst, The Decision, The Aftermath, The Future: SJ and GD’s relationship hits a rough spot

Jia Tap Dancing

Motte: SJ comforts GD

Shameless JiJin Balcony Sex

Godparents: JiJin asks Siwon to be Jia’s godfather

Hormones: GD can’t keep his hands to himself

Catch Feels: SJ realizes her feelings for GD

Kwon Dami

Jia: SJ and GD’s single about their eldest daughter

Get Out: SJ and GD almost call off the wedding

Fourteen Years: GD is in awe of SJ and their life together

Kwon Jia

When Jia is born

Dragon Ball Z: SJ and Jiyong start to bond

Fan Posts:

Part One

My First Kiss: Jiyong and SJ’s first kiss (this is a scenario I accidentally put in the wrong spot)

Wedding Reaction

Honeymoon Photos reaction

Favorite JiJin photos

Reaction to JiJin family vacation

Reaction to JiJin’s RoS episode

Theories on JiJin’s sex life

Theories on JiJin’s relationship

Reactions to SJ watching Jiyong

Reactions to JiJin’s house

Reactions to SJ’s second pregnancy

SJ pregnant at an award show

SJ performing Taming the Dragon

Celeb reactions to SJ’s pregnancy

Fan reactions to SJ’s award show appearance

Fan reactions to Jiyong’s duality

JiJinJia

Theories on GD’s true feelings for SJ

Celebrity reactions to JiJin pregnancy

Celebrity appearances at JiJin’s wedding

Fan posts about JiJin pregnancy

Asks

Tattoos dedicated to SJ

Jiyong‘s reaction to SJ’s sex tape

GD on Infinity Challenge

Aesthetics 

Wedding

Daesung/SJ

Scenarios

Third Drawer to the Left: Daesung and SJ the night before his enlistment

DSJ: The birth of Daesung and SJ’s sub-unit

Fan Posts

Part One

Aesthetics

Skinny Love

TOP/SJ

Scenarios

Turning Point: The moment Top and SJ became friends

Protection: SJ gets overprotective of Top

Kick in the Ass: SJ is on a solo tour and she turns to Top for help

Fan Posts

Part One

Part Two

Asks

TOP and SJ’s relationship

Taeyang/SJ

Scenarios

Turning Point: The moment Taeyang and SJ became friends

Fan Posts

Part One

Line Distribution

Flower Road

Bae Bae

Sober

Haru Haru

OTHER

Who is dating?

What music does SJ create and listen to?

Idols crushing on SJ

SJ/Siwon fan posts, Part 2

SJ’s style

SJ‘s LEAST favorite looks

SJ‘s FAVORITE looks

SJ/CL fan posts

SJ/Minnie fan posts

Good Decisions: SJ is friends with Jay Park

Siwon is trying

Thank You Daddy: SooWon sex tape

Fan reactions to SooWon sex tape

Grey: SJ and JB’s single together

Alternate Ending

Siwon and SJ wedding fan posts

Siwon and SJ wedding aesthetic

Surprise: Alternate Take (SJ and Siwon’s wedding)

MinSeo (Scenario)

SooWon Children Facts

Eunwoo (moodboard)

DalSun (moodboard)

MinSeo (moodboard)

Before it Slips: they tell SuJu they’re pregnant 

JaeBeom’s birth

JaeBeom (moodboard)

SooWon pregnancy ; fan reactions

SooWon wedding

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Homemade Monsters

Night 2 of the 13 Nights of Kpop

Pairing: BigBang x You

Genre: Angst, Horror, Mad Scientist!AU

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: Mild Language, ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️

Summary: You’re invited to a top secret facility to assist on a top secret project. What you weren’t expecting was the dark secret beneath the seemingly harmless facade. Now you’ll have to take down the very thing you unwittingly helped create.

Video: Monster

This was the best thing to happen to you since you got rid of that mullet from middle school. Being accepted to work at MADE Industries had been a turning point for your career. Even more so when they specifically requested you to join their secret program in Russia. You were more than happy to uproot your life and disappear into the snowy plains of Siberia.

And snowy it was. The amount of snowfall you had seen just on the plane ride was nothing compared to when you were driving to the facility. All around you was nothing but mountains and mountains of snow, like some desolate winter wonderland.

Eventually the facility came into view. It looked more like a prison than a science facility, but you kept that little tidbit to yourself. Once you were in what you assumed was the front, two giant metal doors parted to allow you in. Slowly the truck inched in, plowing its way through the snow. You hopped out of the truck and were greeted by another scientist in a big winter coat.

“Greetings!” he called, bowing his head. You returned the gesture, a big smile on your face. “We’re happy to have you join us. Please, follow me inside to somewhere warm.” You nodded as he led you across the courtyard and into a giant metal door. It rose to the ceiling, revealing a dark hallway. Other scientists moved around the hallway, wheeling medical carts with strange liquids and other medical tools.

“I’m happy to be here,” you said. “I’m Dr. L/N, but please call me Y/N.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you in person Dr. L/N. I’m Dr. Min. I’m the lead scientist on this program. Your profile was quite impressive,” he said, shaking your hand. You bowed your head. “I know you’re probably wondering what exactly we’re doing. While I can’t give you every detail yet, I can give you a bit more information.” You nodded eagerly, following him as he moved down the hallway.

“Here we are studying the evolution of mutated cells from humans. These mutations are… rather unique, but pushing towards evolution is part of the next phase in human life. Soon, modern homo sapiens will be considered the neanderthals. We’ve been working on this for some time now, and our research and tests have shown great improvement, but we’ve been missing something.”

“What?” you asked, figuratively leaning on the edge of your seat. Dr. Min let out a sigh, shaking his head.

“I’m not quite sure, but that’s why we brought you here. We’re hoping a fresh pair of eyes will bring some light onto what we’re missing,” he said. You nodded, pulling your mouth into a thin line. He stopped in front of a door, glancing down at his watch.

“Oh would you look at the time. So real quick, this is your room. Everyone lives within the facility so we’re all close to our work. You’ll spend the next couple of days getting used to everything and letting your internal clock get used to the time difference. Most rooms are open except for the other bedrooms, so feel free to roam around. Just be careful. Have a good night.” You nodded, turning to open the door.

“Run.”

“I’m sorry?” you said, turning around. Dr. Min glanced back. “Did you say something?”

“No, I don’t think so,” he said. You frowned slightly.

“Must be jet lag,” you said, brushing it off. He nodded before disappearing down another hallway.

Your room wasn’t anything fancy and nothing like you had back home. It was a simple set up. There was a bed, a dresser, a desk, and a bulletin board that stretched the entire length of one of the walls. They must think you won’t be getting a lot of sleep. The joke was on them, if sleep was a major, you’d have seven doctorates.

You set your bag down on the desk, moving to flop down on the bed. You don’t really feel tired, if anything you feel kind of hot. You sit up to shrug off your coats, relishing in being free from all the sweat that was starting to form. You move off the bed, grabbing a light jacket to wrap around yourself.

Dr. Min had said you could explore and if you were going to get used to the facility, you had to get familiar. There was nothing wrong with getting a head start. That’s what you told yourself anyway as you began to explore where you would be staying for who knew how long.

The building didn’t seem like such a bad place. All it really needed was a good paint job. The other scientists seemed really friendly as well. You met a rather nice scientist, Dr. Kim. He was a little stereotypical, but he was kind and cute. He gave you a brief rundown on how most days there went and who to be careful around.

You found that the further you went from your room, the less people you saw and the more creepy the hallways seemed to be. Stray cables hung from the ceiling, occasionally glitching with electricity. Lights flickered above you, giving off a low hum. Something seemed to be creaking, but there weren’t any doors.

Except for one.

At the end of the hallway was a single, metal door. It couldn’t have been a laboratory, you had passed all of those on your way here. The closer you drew to the door, the colder it seemed to be. This certainly wasn’t the door you had come in. There had been tons of people where you entered and this continued on through the building. Your pace slowed significantly the closer you came. You were barely walking by the time you reached the door.

You timidly brought a hand up to place it against the door. The metal was cold under your hand, yet it was burning hot. Or maybe it was so hot it was cold. Your breath froze in front of you as you stared transfixed on the door.

“Run away.”

You whipped your head around, but there was no one near you. You were completely alone in the hallway. That was the second time you’d heard that voice. It was deep and gravely. Something about its warning chilled you to your core.

You took a couple small steps away from the door before walking as fast as you could without sprinting all the way back to your room. You quickly shut and locked the door, leaning back against it. You hadn’t realized how fast your heart was beating until your legs almost gave out beneath you.

What was that voice? Why was it telling you to run? Was it a threat? Or a warning? These questions swarmed around your head. You put your hands to your ears, shutting your eyes tightly. You took a few deep breaths before you calmed down slightly. You chalked it up to having little sleep and jet lag.

You peeled your clothes off and changed into something comfortable before climbing into bed. You willed yourself to go to sleep and to forget the mysterious door and creepy voice.

The next few days were, not uneventful, but normal. You were thrown right into helping Dr. Min and Dr. Kim on their project. They gave you all their notes and test results to review. You spent the next couple days carefully going over everything with extreme detail.

“What do you think?” Dr. Min asked. You handed him a stack of his notes.

“You should focus on radiation,” you said, looking over another set of notes. “That seemed to have the greatest effect on the blood samples. Radiation, after all, is known to cause mutations. However, certain radiations cause different types of mutation. Since I’m not sure what you’ve tested, you’ll have to be the one to determine what you want to do.”

Dr. Min nodded, looking over his notes. He gave you a big smile. “I was right to bring you on to this project Dr. L/N,” he said. You smiled, bowing your head. “You should take a break, stretch your legs a bit.” He left you alone after that, presumably to tell the others on the team your observations.

You stood from your desk, listening as your knees gave a solid pop. You stretched your arms above your head, listening as the rest of your body popped. You grabbed a jacket and began walking around the facility.

You soon found yourself back at the door you didn’t want to be at. The hallway was still dim with the few lights it had flickering. You once again approached the metal door, your heart hammering away in your chest. You placed a hand against the metal door, stepping so close your nose was almost touching it.

“Run away.”

There was that warning again. You had thought you’d dreamt the whole thing up when you didn’t hear the voice again. But this wasn’t a dream. Something didn’t want you hear, and you were going to find out what and why.

“Why?” you asked out loud. You were met with silence after that. “Why do I need to run away?”

“Danger.” You jumped slightly, looking around. Furrowing your brows, your hand traveled to the lock beside the door. “Don’t.” You placed your hand against it, waiting for it to recognize you. “Run away!”

Beep! Beep!

The door slid open, revealing another dim hallway. Cautiously you stepped in. You could feel your heart jumping to your throat as you took baby steps down the hallway. Behind you the door silently closed, trapping you behind the door.

You made your way down the hallway, looking around the hallway confused. Up ahead you could see what looked like clear jail cells. Your feet were slowly turning to lead the further you went. You continued until you were in the middle of a bunch of clear cells—cells with people in them.

“Hello?” you called. They all immediately turned to look at you. You let out a gasp, hands flying to your mouth. Four men sat chained in the cells. They were staring at you with curious expressions as you stared at them in horror.

The tallest one slowly approached the wall of his cell, the chains rattling across the floor. He squinted, tilting his head to the side. “Why are you here?”

You looked around the room, but none of them were talking. You looked back to the man, swallowing thickly. He had brown hair and different colored eyes. His wrists tugged at the chains, making you jump.

“So you’ve found them.” You turned to find Dr. Min walking towards you. He was smiling proudly as he approached the cell of the one with red hair. He placed a hand on the wall, staring down at him.

“Who are they?” you asked. Dr. Min let out a breath.

“Our project.” Your heart stopped in your chest when he said that. You looked around at the men before you, shackled like animals.

“That’s barbaric,” you bit. Dr. Min shrugged. “They’re people. How could you do this?”

“They’re freaks of nature. At least here they have a purpose. To send them out into the real world would be a crueler fate,” Dr. Min said, walking to the other cells. “Besides, with your help, the project can now move forward.” Your stomach lurched, making you frown. Dr. Min continued to move to each cell.

“You’re a monster.”

“No. They’re the monsters.” Dr. Min turned to you, a big smile on his face. “I hope this doesn’t change anything. After all, you’re stuck here for the next six months. And the nearest town is quite a ways away.” You said nothing. “Good. Feel free to examine them yourself as well, helps with the tests.”

Dr. Min turned on his heel, leaving you alone with the men in the cage. You took a deep breath, blinking away the tears threatening to spill. You bowed your head, ashamed that you had helped such a monster.

“We’re not monsters.” You turned to look at the man with the red hair. He had approached his cell wall too. You slowly approached him, putting a hand against the glass.

“No. You’re not,” you agreed. You let your hand fall from the glass, turning to look at them. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“Why didn’t you listen?” The tall one was looking at you with an intense gaze. His was the voice you’d been hearing. You shrugged.

“If you heard a voice in your head, would you?” you challenged.

“I hear every voice.” You bit your tongue, nodding your head.

“What’s your name?” You turned to the man with black hair. His eyes were glossy and his face had what looked like cracks in it.

“I’m Dr. Y/N L/N, but you can just call me Y/N. What are your names?” They stopped, looking at each other. You frowned. “Don’t you have names?”

“Does ‘Case 042689’ count?” asked the man with blonde hair. You shook your head. “Then no… we don’t.”

“I’m so sorry,” you said again. “How about I give you names? Something cool. Like a code name only we know?” You walked to the one with blonde hair. “How about… D-Lite?” He nodded his head. You gave him a small smile.

“And for you…” you said as you approached the one with black hair, “Taeyang. It means ‘sun’.” He offered you a bow, his face blank. You approached the tall one, looking up at him as he stared down at you. “T.O.P. Get it? Cause you’re on top?” He cocked his head to the side. “Tough crowd.”

You approached the last man. He had tucked himself back into his jail cell corner. You could see what looked like a dragon tattoo under the sleeve of his shirt. “How about G-Dragon? GD for short.” He simply curled into a tighter ball. You let your shoulders slump slightly. “I’ll go, but I’ll be back tomorrow. I promise.”

They said nothing more as they retreated into their cells. You made your way back to your room. Your heart broke for them. No one deserved to be treated that way, no matter how different they were. You climbed into bed, pulling the covers tight around you.

Sleep did not come easy to you, and when you did manage to close your eyes, nightmares plagued you. You would wake up, drenched in sweat, only to realize you’d only slept an hour. You would fall back onto your pillow and let your mind wander back to the four men locked in cages.

The next day, you kept your promise and visited them. Much like yesterday, they were hesitant to talk to you. GD was the most open with you. He would answer small questions, but any questions about their past immediately made them withdraw.

Over the next few weeks, they slowly opened up to you. They grew comfortable in your presence, and even looked forward to your daily visits. Dr. Min watched your interaction with them carefully, monitoring every action with a hawk-like stare.

“Would you like to go on a walk?” you asked them. Their heads whipped up to look at you with wide eyes. “I talked with Dr. Min, and he agreed with some ‘precautions’ as he called them. I can take you guys one at a time. Guards will watch us and we can’t walk around the entire facility, but I thought you’d like a chance to step out of these… cells.” They looked at each other before nodding.

The guards stepped forward and unlocked G-Dragon’s cell. They reached in and undid his chains. They towered over him, making him shrink back into his cell. You pulled them out of his cell and held your hand out for him. He slowly inched forward, slipping his bruised and calloused hand into your soft one. You gently guided him out until he was standing in the middle of the room.

“Let’s go,” you said, slipping his hand into the crook of your elbow. He stared at you with big eyes as you guided him down the hallway. The guards followed closely behind you, guns trained on him should he try anything. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.”

“Why?” he asked. You shrugged. “Why are you so kind to us?”

“Because being different isn’t a crime,” you said. “Being different is what makes us human.” He shook his head. “It’s true. If everyone was the same, then what would be the point of life? Differences are what makes each of us special.”

“Maybe, but our differences are probably more extreme,” he said as he took in the hallways of the facility.

“I never asked, but what are your differences. After I refused to continue to help with their program, they took away all the files.” He was silent for a moment, staring up at the lights at the ceiling.

“We have special abilities,” he finally said. “I can shapeshift into different people and creatures. D-Lite has claws and unnatural super strength. T.O.P can communicate telepathically. Taeyang… he can see into the future.”

“Really?” GD nodded. “I think that’s amazing. All of you are amazing.” GD let out a sigh, looking back at the guards.

“You seem to be the only person who thinks so.” You shook your head.

“You’ve been told, I’m guessing most of your life, that you’re a monster. A freak. But you’re not. And I want you to promise me that no matter what anyone else says, no matter how bad you feel, that I don’t think you’re a monster.” He nodded his head.

You guided him back to the cells where the guards shackled him and locked his cage. They moved to D-Lite’s cage. They pulled out metal gloves for him but you stopped them, saying it wasn’t necessary. They reluctantly let him out of his cage. He quickly grabbed onto your arm, looking over his shoulder at the guards.

“You’re safe,” you assured him. He nodded slowly, the grip on your arm tightening. You put your hand over his and guided him down the same path you and GD had taken. D-Lite was more curious about the outside world than GD had been.

“What’s snow?” he asked.

“It’s white and cold—very cold. Some places, like here, it snows almost all the time. Other places never get snow.”

“What do they have instead?”

“Summer. It’s a season. In summer, the sun is always shining. It’s warm and bright.”

“That sounds wonderful,” D-Lite said. “I’d like to see summer.” You gave his hand a squeeze.

“I’d like for you to see it too.” You lead him back to the cells. He reluctantly let go of your arm, moving to his cell. His shoulders slumped as he climbed in. One of the guards shoved him forward, making him fall. “Hey!” you yelled. “Watch it or I’ll have your job.” The guard sneered at you before shutting the cell door.

You moved over to T.O.P’s door. The guards followed you, and undid the lock. They brought him forward. He glared at the guards. They refused to undo the chains around his wrists, and deep down, you didn’t think he wanted them to. You offered your arm, but he ignored it, waiting for you to start walking. Letting out a silent sigh, you lead him out the door.

T.O.P didn’t talk much to begin with. He was the silent, brooding type. You didn’t fill the silence. Forcing conversation only made him withdraw further into himself. He didn’t look around in wonder as GD had and he certainly wasn’t curious about the outside world as D-Lite had been.

“You said you, ‘hear every voice’. What did you mean by that?” you asked. He didn’t speak, he just stared out ahead at the hallway.

“I can hear every thought. Nothing in anyone’s head is safe from me.” You glanced back at the guards before continuing to walk.

“Can you hear me?” you thought. He gave a slight incline of his head. “So you can read people’s thoughts. Can you do anything else?”

“I don’t dare to try in fear that they’ll do more experiments. I warn the others when they come to take blood. I warn them not to show them anymore than they already have. Their used to be five of us, but he did not heed my warning.” The two of you stopped momentarily as you took in what he had just told you. You willed yourself to remain calm before you began your trek back to the cells.

“I promise. I’ll get you all out of here.” No more was said or thought between the two of you as you made your way back to the cells. The guards were more than happy to put T.O.P back in his cell. They slowly made their way to Taeyang’s cell.

They pulled him out and pushed him towards you. You caught him easily, glaring at the guards. He gripped your arm tightly, staring down at the floor. You gently straightened him up, leading him away from the cells.

Much like T.O.P, Taeyang didn’t speak. He stared thoughtfully out into the hallway. You couldn’t tell if he was able to see, and you didn’t want to be rude and pry. You wanted to know more about his gifts, but the entire facility was covered in cameras and the guards weren’t that far away from you.

Occasionally, Taeyang would stop and look around. He would gingerly reach out and touch the wall, staring at it for a few moments before retaking your arm. The guards also seemed more relaxed around him as well. He certainly wasn’t as threatening as the other three, but there was still something there that unsettled you about him.

As you were making your way back to the cells, you could tell his mood was darkening. And if you didn’t know better, you would have said his eyes seemed to be glowing. You didn’t say anything as T.O.P’s words played over in your head.

Once you were back to the cells, you let the guards guide Taeyang back to his. But before they could secure him, he rushed out, grasping the front of your shirt.

“Only one survives!” he told you, eyes glowing an unnatural white. The guard yanked him off of you, throwing him into the cell and chaining him up. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you watched Taeyang shrink back into his cage. You turned to the others who were watching you carefully.

You quickly turned on your heel and made your way back to your room. You spent almost the whole night staring up at your wall, replaying Taeyang’s words in your head. Different scenarios ran through your head to decipher his meaning. Each was worse than the last.

Despite the ominous message, for the next few weeks, once a week, you would take them out of their cells to walk around the facility. D-Lite continuously asked about the outside world, each topic raising a thousand and one questions. T.O.P still didn’t speak very often, but his presence wasn’t as gloomy as it had been the first time you took a walk. Taeyang didn’t speak on your walks, not that he spoke often.

GD liked hearing about your life before MADE. He liked all the little mundane things that made your life normal. You liked talking to him the most. There was something so comforting about his inquiries and about his presence. You tended to walk slower with him, savoring each word and moment together.

Each night afterwards, you would wander around the facility, memorizing every door and turn and path. You swore to yourself you would save them, but you were going to need help. It was a risky move, but it was the only one you had.

One night you were sitting in your room when Dr. Kim poked his head in your doorway. You turned to him, offering a smile.

“Hello Dr. Kim, how can I help you?” you asked. He stepped in, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I just, um, I just wanted to, uh, check in with the, um, experiments—”

“Don’t call them that.” Dr. Kim jumped at your harsh tone. You slowly turned back to your desk, studying the map of the facility with a highlighter in your hand.

“Right, um, how’s that going?” You set the highlighter down, swiveling your chair around to stare at Dr. Kim. He swallowed thickly, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“If Dr. Min wants information from me, then tell him to get off his fat ass and come to me himself.” Dr. Kim blushed profusely, scratching behind his ear. “Although, if you want to be a good human, I do need your help with something.” Dr. Kim looked out in the hallway, a frown tugging at the corner of his mouth. He looked back at you before back at the door. He closed it deftly, moving to stand by you.

“How can I help?” he asked. You told him your plan to help them escape. Dr. Kim was taken aback by how open you were about your plan. You explained that it all depended on his help. “If we fail, they’ll kill them.”

“They’ll kill them if they stay. At least this way, they didn’t die in chains,” you said. Dr. Kim bowed his head. He let out a deep breath, standing to his feet.

“Okay, I’ll help.” He gave you a curt nod before walking to your door. He paused, his hand resting on the handle. “You know, I felt the same way you did when I first came. I was appalled by what he was doing. I don’t know why I ever agreed.” You didn’t say anything in return as he left.

The next few days were spent visiting the boys and discussing the plan with Dr. Kim. He convinced Dr. Min that you were beginning to open up to the experiment and might even rethink joining the cause. You rolled your eyes at the notion, but gave him props for the cover.

On the day of the big escape, Dr. Kim accompanied you to your weekly walk with the boys. The guards were already waiting for you when you stepped into the room. The boys looked at Dr. Kim with confusion.

“Let them all out their cages,” Dr. Kim said, doing his best to sound intimidating and professional. The guards looked at each other before turning back to the two of you. Dr. Kim rolled his eyes, stepping forward. “Is there going to be a problem? I’d hate to have to go to Dr. Min about denying one of his lead scientists the access he has every right to demand.” He quirked a brow, staring the guards down.

The guards looked at each other before moving to let them out of their cages. Slowly they stepped out, looking at each other before turning to you. You made direct contact with T.O.P, watching as he slipped into your mind. His spine straightened as he withdrew from your mind. He turned to the guard next to him and threw his head forward, knocking the guard out.

The guard raised their weapons towards him, but D-Lite took his claws and slashed one of them. G-Dragon lunged at another guard, knocking his gun away from him. Taeyang lunged at the last guard. He landed a solid kick to his stomach, sending him flying back towards the wall.

Dr. Kim swallowed thickly. “Right, um, the cameras are playing on a loop, we don’t have long before they realize you all are missing.”

“He’s right. We need to move. Now,” you said. The others nodded, following you as you began leading down the path you and Dr. Kim had decided on. GD and D-Lite stood closest to you, looking around as you navigated the maze of hallways. T.O.P and Taeyang followed closely behind you, adding more distance between you and Dr. Kim.

Dr. Kim reached his arm, stopping everyone in their tracks. Sirens began blaring as the sound of feet pounding the pavement drew closer. He motioned for you all to follow him to another emergency route. However, the path was also crowded with guards loaded with guns.

“We’re trapped,” Dr. Kim hissed, running a hand through his hair.

Taeyang turned to look at you. He reached a hand out, tracing his fingers along the shape of your face and its features. He tilted his head slightly, letting his hand fall to his side. He held up a finger to his nose before running out to where the guards were.

T.O.P grabbed you, putting a hand over your mouth as the sound of running and gunshots flew past you. You struggled against his strong grip, but soon the sounds faded and there was nothing left but silence. You slumped against him, a few stray tears falling down your cheeks. You took a deep breath straightening yourself out.

“Let’s go,” you said. “Don’t let his sacrifice be in vain.” Dr. Kim led your group down the now empty hallway and into part of the facility you weren’t familiar with. Big, open rooms surrounded you as you tiptoed underneath the cameras.

Shouting halted your movements. You turned to look at the others, holding a finger up to your lips. You poked your head around the corner slightly and found more guards standing around, guns at the ready.

“Get back.” You turned to T.O.P, furrowing his brows. “You asked if I was capable of anything else. Well, I guess now is as good a time as any to show you.” He pulled you back to GD, taking a deep breath.

He stepped out for the guards to see him. They raised their weapons towards him, shouting at him. He held his hands up, bowing his head. When he lifted his head again, his eyes were glowing much like Taeyang’s had. The guards began yelling, dropping their weapons as they screamed and clutched their heads. Some of them had blood dripping out of their noses as they fell to the knees.

You were all focused on T.O.P that you didn’t notice one of the guards fighting through the pain to grab his gun. A deafening shot rang through the air before the guard fell down, blood pooling out of his nose.

T.O.P fell to his knees. His hands came to his side as blood began spilling through his fingers. You attempted to run to him but Dr. Kim and GD both held you back. Dr. Kim was deathly pale and GD had tears in his own eyes. T.O.P fell backwards, turning his head to look at you.

“Don’t weep for me. This was a better fate than I could have hoped for. Now, run away.” His eyes slowly went blank as his hands fell limp to his sides.

GD pulled you away from him, taking a deep breath. D-Lite came to hold your hand as you continued to try and escape. His body was shaking slightly as he clung to you. GD’s eyes were red as he followed Dr. Kim through the empty halls.

Dr. Kim suddenly stopped in his tracks, turning to look at you. “What?” you asked.

“It won’t matter if we escape. They’ll just find more people to capture and torture,” he said.

“What are you suggesting?”

“This facility houses a bunch of different types of radiation components. If they mix, it could blow the entire place up,” he told you. You nodded your head, turning to look at the others.

“Where is it kept?” you inquired, turning back to look at him.

“There’s a unit in the back of the facility.” You nodded your head.

“Go and set it off. I’ll lead them out and we’ll meet at the edge of the nearest town,” you said. Dr. Kim nodded. He turned on his heel and began making his way to the back of the facility. You turned to D-Lite and GD. “Come on. It’s time to get out of this hellhole.”

You set off to continue on your exit route. The hallway was completely abandoned as you deftly made your way to the exit. Sirens began blaring, alerting everyone of the oncoming nuclear bomb about to be set off. Unfortunately, metal doors began coming down, blocking your escape. You hit your fist against the metal door., cursing under your breath.

You quickly led GD and D-Lite away from the door, searching for another exit. Beneath you, the floor began shaking violently, jolting your every step. You fought through it, searching for another door to escape through. Shouting made you backtrack, pressing yourself against the wall. GD and D-Lite followed suit, holding their breaths.

D-Lite looked between you and GD before stepping forward. You shook your head, motioning for him to get back. He gave you a half-smile before taking a deep breath. He bared his claws, a fiery look of determination on his face. He ran past you, letting out a battle cry.

GD grabbed your arm, yanking you to his chest. Shots fired and men screamed. You fought against his hold, but he shook his head, tightening your grip. Soon everything fell silent except for someone whimpering.

Stepping around the wall, you found the guards sliced up, blood pooling around them. D-Lite was laying against the wall, blood pooling on his stomach. You rushed forward, falling to your knees as you watched his wound helplessly.

“Do you—do you think that when I—when I come back, I’ll get to see—get to see summer?” D-Lite asked as tears fell from his eyes. You nodded your head, tears pooling in your own eyes. You brushed his blonde locks from his eyes, running a gentle hand along his cheek.

“I think—” your voice cracked slightly, “I think you’ll end up in a place where it’s summer all the time.” He smiled at you, tears falling on your fingers as he gasped for breath. You reached down to clutch his hand as the light behind his eyes slowly faded into nothing.

You bent your head, crying silently. GD knelt beside you, wrapping an arm around you and resting his head on your back. Your body shook slightly as his limp hand fell from yours. Shouting made GD jerk his head. He gently pulled you away from D-Lite and urged you to the nearest door.

You held onto GD’s hand tightly. The building shook and came tumbling down around you as you continued to search for another exit. The sound of running and screaming blended in with the blaring sirens, creating a seemingly noiseless environment. Up ahead you could see another door. The two of you quickly ran to it, barreling through and looking around.

The first thing you noticed was the sun. It was bright. You looked down and saw the snow on the ground. You let out a breath, squinting your eyes to look around. However, all you saw was the facility walls. You spun around and let out a groan. You were outside, but you were on the wrong side of the facility walls.

“Damnit!” you yelled. G-Dragon went to reach out for you when gunfire exploded from behind you. You turned and found people in the guard towers staring at you two. You reached forward, grabbing his hand and pulling him to a door. More gunfire followed you.

Boom!

There was a big explosion to your left that sent you and GD flying. You landed on top of him, letting out a groan. Your ears were ringing as you struggled to stand up. GD pulled you up, looking around and pulling you towards a door in the corner. You were limping and struggling to keep up.

Looking backwards, you could see bright flashes of white that reminded you of Taeyang’s eyes. That was when you paused, just outside the door back inside the facility. Only one survives. He’d known his fate long before you’d met him.

You let out a sigh, turning to GD. You walked towards him, offering a weak smile. You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him as tightly as possible. You reached for the door knob and opened the door. You pulled back from him to give him a smile and a nod before you shoved him into the facility, shutting the door behind him.

You heard him banging against the door as you turned to walk back out into the middle of the field. Snow crunched under your feet and your ears were still ringing as you looked at one guard tower in particular.

You could feel his smug grin from where you stood. You shook your head, looking up at him. “They’re gone!” you yelled. “They’re gone and you lose.” You closed your eyes as one last explosion went off.

***

It was some time before everything went silent. The sirens had stopped blaring, the screams had been silenced, and the building had collapsed with nothing but ash and rubble surrounding G-Dragon.

He coughed, waving away the dust as he struggled to navigate the rubble. He found the door from before and pushed it open. Fire covered the snow as he trampled through it. In the middle of the snowy field was the one thing he didn’t want to find.

You laid in a heap on the ground, clothes soaked from the snow. Your face was covered in cuts and blood, but you looked so peaceful. Blood stained your clothes and the snow around you.

GD fell to his knees, pulling your body onto his lap. He let out an animalistic scream as the tears began flowing down his face. He bent his head touching his forehead to yours. He rocked you back and forth, his cries filling the otherwise silent void.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “It’s all my fault.”

“Yes. It is.”

GD looked up to find his capturer and torturer standing a few feet from him, completely unscathed. He peered down at you, a frown tugging at the corner of his mouth. He shook his head, looking back to GD.

“Dr. L/N was going to go places. Now look, dead all because you think you’re anything more than a monster.” GD bent his head, clutching your body close to his. He looked down at your face, thinking back to your walks together. How you were so understanding and kind.

“And I want you to promise me that no matter what anyone else says, no matter how bad you feel, that I don’t think you’re a monster.”

“I’m not a monster,” GD mumbled. He glanced up at Dr. Min who was glaring down at him. “I. Am. Not. A. Monster.” GD stood up, matching Dr. Min’s glare. He felt his skin beginning to ripple as he Dr. Min began shrinking. He shook his head, letting out a roar.

A dragon stood before Dr. Min, eyes focused on him. Dr. Min tried to run, but he was no match for GD. He was swallowed in one bite. GD bent his head down, nuzzling your body one more time before turning his head to where Dr. Kim would be waiting. He let out a breath.

Everything would burn.

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Hatred and Love(ft. G Dragon) Mafia AU

Part 1

When you get abducted, your captor is someone you would never have expected.

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Okay, so this is a mafia AU. It has appearances from Daesung, Taeyang, TOP, Mino and Hanbin. It will also feature EXO’s Kai in the later chapters. 

Warnings: Violence, Death(not main character), Eventual smut, Sexual abuse, Abduction, Guns and Knives 

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Jiyong. G Dragon. GD. The same person. Such drastically different sides. A living legend. A pathbreaker in kpop. A trendsetter in fashion. Just all round incredible. For more reasons than one. The man had a side job. He was the head of a mafia gang. It was a well-kept secret, but there was no denying that Jiyong, the mafia boss, was a terrifying man. He had absolutely no emotion when it came to running the gang, and that’s what made him terrifying. There was no appeal either his gang members could give him, or his victims could give him that would work, because he would never empathise with them. The whole image of Jiyong being a shy, cute guy was a clever front for his side business. Whatever deals he made, he never went back on, so he quickly became the best in the business. It wasn’t for nothing that he became the richest kpop star, you know.

He was sitting in his room, leaning back and just about to close his eyes when he got a call.

 “Is this Mr.Jiyong?” 

With his eyes still closed, Jiyong responded. 

“And if this is him, what do you need?” 

This rather frantic sounding voice replied saying, 

“I have a job for you. I need you to abduct someone.”

 Jiyong finally opened his eyes. So this was a serious call after all. Jiyong’s tone icy as ever, he asked,

 “Are you aware of my rates?”

 The same frantic voice answered, sounding a little irritated.

 “I’ll give you as much money as you want. I don’t care about the cost. Just get the job done.” 

Jiyong started to get annoyed. Was this client implying he wouldn’t be able to get the job done? Jiyong didn’t bother reassuring him, because Jiyong never reassured people. He simply said, 

“Anything else you want me to do?”

 The man’s voice dropped.

 “Abduct her. Torture her. Send a video to her father. I need him to sign some papers, and he keeps refusing. He won’t refuse if his daughter’s life is on the line. If he still doesn’t sign,”

 he paused, 

“kill her.” 

Jiyong nodded, jotting down the details. This was standard stuff. Must be some business partner’s daughter. This client didn’t sound like it was his first time asking the mafia for something. Maybe this girl was also part of a mafia family. The client sighed.

 “I wouldn’t have gone this far if my brother had just signed the damn papers.” 

Jiyong froze. Even to a beast like him, family was family. There were some of his family and friends he would do anything for. He felt disgusted for a second, but shook it off. Business was business.

 “Okay, we will be able to do that. Send me her details and where to find her.”

You had only gotten to Korea a few months ago, barely settling into your new job. You were struggling a little with the new place and the new culture, but you were enjoying the freedom from your family. At home, things were always complicated. Your father and his brothers were constantly fighting over money and property, and somehow, being around that negative environment was never good for you. You knew your uncles. You knew they were in the wrong. You knew how they were constantly coercing people and blackmailing people. You knew how they constantly cheated people. You knew how they ill-treated your grandparents. You knew your father was fighting for the right thing, but it was exhausting to be around. Which is why when you got a new job in Seoul as a PR rep for a company, you jumped at the chance to go. Your father was very worried about sending you away, but you never fully understood the worry, confident that you’d be fine in a new place. As you sat in the trunk of a car, gagged, cuffed and blindfolded, you finally understood why he was worried.

When they finally removed the cover off your head, you were sitting, tied to a chair, in the middle of a dimly lit, crowded room. There was a man sitting a few feet across from you, legs crossed and staring at you. As you blinked to adjust to the light, you slowly started to make out the features of his face. You recognised those features. You were a fan, or at least, you used to be. You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your mouth when you saw him. Some of his men at the back laughed when they saw that, but his expression remained unchanged. Unflinching, uncaring, intense. After that though, you clamped down on yourself. You made up your mind to refuse to speak. You father had enough and more problems on his hands. You were not going to be one of them. You were certain you’d survive this. You didn’t know why you had that implicit faith, but you just did. You had to.

Jiyong looked at you, trying to gauge you. He was expecting more fear or even anger in your eyes, but he was not expecting a stubborn obstinacy to be there. A determination that was rare in such situations. His eyes slowly raked over the rest of you. His men and their looks, comments and whistles had already established that you were attractive, but he surprised himself when he looked at your face and found himself thinking you were stunning. He had abducted plenty of women before, and a good number of them were attractive, and he had never thought that before, but somehow, the sight of you sitting there, your hair dishevelled, your white shirt crumpled, your shorts torn and your eyes glaring at him with that insane determination did something to him. Constantly maintaining his poker face, in his low, cold voice, he said, 

“Call her father.” 

There was a slight pause. 

“Daesung, torture her. Nothing too serious. Just enough to make her scream. Don’t touch the face though.” 

He paused to smirk lightly. 

“She’s a pretty thing.” 

At that moment, you looked up at him and decided that you loathed the man.

Jiyong held the phone while they dialed your father’s number and Daesung stepped forward with a whip. You bit down on your lip determined not to scream. You knew they wanted to make your father hear you scream. You knew that if he heard you scream, he would go insane with worry. And so, as the first lash hit you, the pain searing through your thigh, you kept quiet, even though your body felt like it was on fire. They expected you to give in and scream with the first three lashes, but after you still hadn’t screamed with 10, they switched it up. You were crying from the pain, and your lips were bleeding from how hard you bit them, but you felt oddly exalted. You weren’t screaming. Daesung undid the ropes tying you to the chair and picked you up, and began punching you in the stomach, and although you desperately wanted it to stop, and you could feel the metallic taste of blood in your mouth, you held on, not screaming. Finally, Daesung took out a switch blade. Jiyong felt a slow sense of panic rise in him, and just as he cut the call, and said, 

“Enough.”,

 Daesung stabbed you in the stomach. It wasn’t too deep a cut, but as you watched the blood stain your shirt, you felt the need to laugh. Jiyong, still maintaining the poker face, said,

 “Everybody out. Hanbin, Youngbae and Daesung stay.”

 They, along with Mino and Seunghyun hyung, were part of Jiyong’s inner circle. They weren’t just his men. They were his friends. They were his family. They knew something was off by the way Jiyong said that. Still maintaining the poker face as the leader, Jiyong said, 

“Hanbin, get the other room ready. She’ll be kept there. You will be in charge of getting her food and water. Tell the boys that no one is to touch her.” 

He turned to Daesung and Youngbae.

 “Put pressure on the wound and stop the bleeding. Bring her up to my room.” 

And he left for his room.

Daesung helped you up while Youngbae applied pressure on the wound. You were wary of them, especially Daesung, but he was surprisingly gentle when helping you, almost apologetically. They left you in Jiyong’s room, Youngbae giving you instructions on how to stop the bleeding, and Daesung slowly whispering, 

“Sorry”

 before leaving. You looked around you, wincing from the pain and the smell of blood. You were just about to sit when Jiyong entered the room. He looked different. His blazer was gone and his sleeves were rolled up. He was holding a first-aid kit. He looked at you, and said, 

“Strip.” 

You were annoyed with the man, but you were curious. Was the same man who ordered them to torture you going to give you first-aid? In the same detached tone as him, you replied,

 “Why?” 

He gestured to your wound.

 “That needs to be taken care of.” 

You looked at him, trying to figure him out. You also had a feeling he wouldn’t answer any more questions, so you just shrugged and slipped out of your shirt. He slowly walked over to you, and started disinfecting the wound. He was being surprisingly tender. He had never done this before. This wasn’t like him. He found himself looking at the lashes and the bruises, and feeling sad, which was definitely not like Jiyong. He never sympathised with the victims. He also couldn’t look up, because already, without looking at your face, there was a slight blush across his face from seeing you like that. He dressed your wound in silence, and after dressing it, he just walked out of the room, leaving you alone there to wonder what exactly was he thinking until Hanbin came to get you.

After that, things changed a little. You were moved to a room of your own. Granted, it had no windows, and all it had in it was an old couch and a study table, but it was still an improvement. At least it had an attached bathroom. Although they kept you locked up in there, Hanbin, on Jiyong’s orders, removed your gag, blindfold and handcuffs. It was much better for you this way, and you were doing okay. Jiyong had your phone with him, and you were dependant on Hanbin for pretty much everything, but it was better. You liked Hanbin. He was a nice guy. He would talk to you and check in on you even when he didn’t have to. From talking to him, you gathered that he was a nice guy. More sensitive. Always got attached to people when he shouldn’t have. Jiyong had warned him about that countless times, but Hanbin, being the sweetheart that he is, always did anyway. It was late in the evening the next day, and you were just peacefully relaxing, when you heard someone opening the door. You knew it wasn’t Hanbin, because he always knocked, so immediately, your guard went up. It was a man you didn’t recognise. He came in and smiled at you. It was a menacing smile. It made you nervous. Trying to keep your voice steady, you said,

 “What’re you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here.” 

His smile grew wider. He came closer to you, until his face was only a few inches away from yours. In a second, before you could even react, he caught your hands, and held them painfully tight above your head. He pushed his knee between your legs, holding your legs in a vice-grip. He leaned in, close to your ear, and said, 

“Look at you. Who do you think you are, you little bitch?” 

He slapped you. 

“You think you’re in a position to order me around.” 

He laughed. 

“Well, you’re not, and all you managed to do is make me angrier.” 

He pushed his lips onto yours, forcing his tongue through your lips, and running his hands all over you body, groping you. He was just about to unzip his pants, when the door slammed open. It was Jiyong. As usual, he had his poker face on, but immediately, that man dropped your hands and stepped away from you, trembling. He knew Jiyong didn’t like being disobeyed. Jiyong slowly reached for his gun. He looked at the man.

 “Joongi. Stay there.”

 Joongi could only nod, trembling in fear. Jiyong took out his gun and pointed it straight at your forehead. He moved closer to a shocked you. He handed you the phone and said,

 “Call your father. Tell him you’re here.”

Jiyong had been bothered by how he stopped them from torturing you all day. It wasn’t like him. It was more like him to send a picture of you, all bloody and bruised to your father. He didn’t like this new found vulnerability. He didn’t like the uncertainty of emotions. He thought about it all day and finally decided to make you call your father and tell him. He had no idea why you were being so stubborn, but he was sure he could make you crack. He couldn’t afford to disappoint a client, after all. He walked down to your room, feeling oddly nervous about what he was going to do. All of that disappeared though, when he noticed your rooms was unlocked and the lock had been picked. He started to feel worry rising in him. Hanbin wasn’t careless enough to make that kind of a mistake. He walked into the room to see Joongi kiss you and grope you while you tried to fight him, but failed. Jiyong felt this anger boil in him. He had killed many people in his career, but he had never felt this intense a desire to make someone feel pain and suffer. He would deal with Joongi later. For now, he had to make you call your father. He held a gun to your head, and told you to call your father.

You were shaking from what just happened, and you were scared because of the gun to your head, but you were determined to sound normal for your father. You called him. He answered on the first ring. 

“Hi Sweetheart. How are you? How is the job?”

 You took a deep breath. You looked at the gun and shrugged. If it was your time to go, you would. You looked straight into Jiyong’s eyes and decided you weren’t going to give in to this kind of pressure.

 “Hi Dad. Everything is okay. I’m just getting used to things here.”

 And just like that, with a gun to your head, you lapsed into your normal conversation with your dad. You smiled and continued talking to your dad as usual while staring into Jiyong’s cold eyes the whole time. Your dad suddenly asked something unusual.

 “So, did you get to see your favourite kpop star? That Green dragon guy?” 

You smiled. Jiyong’s eyes changed slightly. 

“Dad, G Dragon. Not Green dragon. And yes, I did see him.”

 “Why do you sound so disappointed Darling? Not as handsome as the pictures?” 

You paused for a minute. Still looking into Jiyong’s eyes, you said,

 “No Dad. He’s every bit as good looking as the pictures, it’s just his personality and values. I’m disappointed.”

 And something in Jiyong just went off. He grabbed the phone from you and cut the call. Within seconds, he moved his gun to Joongi’s direction and without even looking away from your eyes, shot him straight in the middle of his forehead. He grabbed your face and pulled you closer until you were only an inch away from him. Teeth gritted, he asked,

 “Why’re you disappointed in me?” 

Refusing to back down, you replied, with your eyes blazing. 

“Because I used to like you. I used to admire you. But now, I hate you.”

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Daesung helping you with a panic attack

Daesung knew that you were prone to panic attacks, it was one of the first things you had told him when you guys started dating, he had done what he thought was the logical solution also known as a shit ton of googling. He wanted to be able to help you, he wanted to make sure that no matter what happened when you guys were together you were safe.

But the months went past and nothing happened, he just kinda shoved it in the back of his mind and saw it as one of those things you say in the start of a relationship, like how you warn your new partner that your parents are really racist, even when they are just a little bit racist. That way they expect the worst and it can really only go better from there!

That was the reason why when it did happen he really didn’t notice it at first, you guys were at a party at Seungri’s place, not that either of you really wanted to be there, but saying no to the maknae was a lot harder than it looked.

It was first when he put an arm around your shoulders and could feel how you were shaking that he started to notice something was wrong. He noticed how your breath was short and shaky and you seemed to be covered with a light layer of cold sweat. That was when he realized what was going on.

He tried to remember what he had read online, he knew that he needed to get you to a quiet spot and help you calm down, and with the softest leading he was able to he lead your through the loud yelling group of people into the bedroom the farthest away from the party currently going on, he knew that he had to be predictable and slow to not surprise you so he helped you hand find rest over his heart so you could feel his breathing.

“Just breath with me, focus on the present count with me,” he repeated over and over again while taking a deep breath with you until you had managed to calm down your breathing. It was first when you managed to breathe correctly and on your own that he pulled you into a tight hug “You are okay, it’s all going to be okay.”

Authors note: Just a short drabble I hope you liked it, and it was what you wanted! Request for drabble and scenarios are also open!

It should be noted that I have never had a panic attack and all my information came from research on google

- Prussia

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Hey can I ask for a poly Taeyang and Daesung where their s/o is hit by a car whilst they are in another country due to schedule and Taeyang and Daesungs reaction to finding out please?

Youngbae/Reader/Daesung Scenario: You were hit by a car and they are in an another country

Hope you enjoy! I used neutral prounons.

TW: Mention of car accident (obviously)

Like many idols, Youngbae and Daesung loved concerts, being in touch with fans, seeing their faces light up when they came on stage. But although these events are one of the best things they could live, they always came out completely exhausted.

"I miss Y/N so much, I'm sure a kiss from them would have given me enough energy to at least manage to drag me to bed," said Youngbae as he slumped on one of the chairs and served himself a glass of water. While he was waiting for Daesung's answer, a makeup artist was beginning to remove his makeup- a work that should not take long, since he was the one who put the least of makeup.

"Manager-nim called me at least a dozen times..." The maknae finally answered in a hesitant voice. Why would he call him so insistently? His manager had never been insistent; if he saw that Daesung or another member of BigBang was not answering, he simply recalled later. Especially since his manager knew they were in concert, in the United States moreover. "Do you think I should call back?"

"It must be important," said Youngbae, who had now approached Daesung, seeming to have traveled the same mental path as the youngest.

While the communication was waiting to settle, the stomachs of the two men were knotted. What could have happened? Dozens of scenarios appeared in front of their eyes: something serious could have happened to their manager, or to their own family or even worse, to you. Around them, Jiyong and Seunghyun had also approached, worried to see them panicked, but said nothing, waiting to see the sequence of events.

"Daesung?" The voice said through the phone.

"Yes manager-nim? I saw that you had called and I wondered what was the reason for that." Daesung exchanged a worried look at Youngbae, a bad presentiment suffocating him.

"Oh, Daesung, I have very, very bad new. Is Youngbae here too? It also concerns him..." This time, Youngbae approached Daesung and put his hand on his forearm. He already knew who was going to be the main topic of this conversation: you.

"He's here," the maknae replied in a trembling voice.

"Y/N's mother just called me an hour ago. According to her, Y/N would have had a car accident. They were crossing the road and a car came out of nowhere and hit them. "

"Are they all right?" Youngbae asked, tears in his eyes. He knew perfectly well that this question was useless. Nobody was fine after being hit by a car, but he could not help asking the question, to keep hope.

"The doctors are doing... their best. They do not know yet if the vital process is engaged or if... or if they will survive, to be honest."

That's when Daesung started to cry. It was impossible, it was just a nightmare, one of these horrible nightmares where you wake up sweating and screaming. When he'll wake up, it will be like every morning: he will stand on your left, his arms wrapped around your waist and his head resting on your chest while Youngbae is on your right and your head will rest on his chest. To this thought, and especially to the thought that, perhaps, he will never sleep in your arms again, Daesung began to feel nauseous. His hands were shaking so much he was no longer able to hold the phone in his hands.

Seeing this, Youngbae gently took it from his hands. Youngbae had always been less expressive about his emotions; however, inside, he was bubbling. If Daesung felt fear, he felt rage. He should have been there! He should have been with you, be sure that no crazy car was going to cross the street! He should have protected you. "We are taking the first flight to Seoul as soon as possible," he said categorically.

"And the tour?" Questioned their manager.

"The tour?!" the dancer exploded. "Are you asking me for the tour? The love of my life is in the hospital, maybe dying, and you ask me if I'd rather continue the tour?" He knew he was certainly unfair to their manager, but he didn't care. He needed to spend his nerves, trying to drown the stress grew which seemed to poison each of his veins.

Around them, the other two members were at their side. Seunghyun gently stroked Daesung's back, which had his head hidden in his neck, his body trembling at the rhythm of his tears. Jiyong, meanwhile, was standing near Youngbae, one hand on his knee as a sign of support. Gently, he took the phone from his hands and started talking to the manager. "I confirm the words of Youngbae. We will take a flight tomorrow morning, as soon as possible. I know that vis-à-vis the tour, it puts you in a puzzling situation, but Youngbae and Daesung are not able to perform anyway and we want to be there to support them. "

There was a moment of silence on the other side of the phone. "I understand," he finally said. "I will inform my superiors. Good luck."

"Thank you manager-nim." The call ended and Jiyong put the phone on the table.

Youngbae started crying, silent tears. Finally, he put his head on Daesung's shoulder and closed his eyes. He felt like his heart was gone and he could not feel anything but anger, frustration and father. But he still managed to whisper a few words to Daesung who had not stopped crying. "They'll be fine, Y/N is strong. Everything will be okay."

But on his tongue, there was the bitter taste of lie.

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[ofcaffeineandalcohol]

Bigbang really is THAT mafia au group, angsty looking ass manly men who look filthy rich but with a pinch of emo I LIVE.

[alex-baebae]

Pieces of honor

Chapter 1

Pairing: TOP X READER, DAESUNG X READER, G-DRAGON X READER.

To have everything is not always good, it doesn’t makes you happy all the time. Maybe the idea of be able to buy everything you want, everything you see, etcetera... is nice. Who wouldn’t like going to fancy restaurants, to fancy parties, travel to many places which are almost paradise?... Well I’m sure you wouldn’t like it if you knew that those billions are made of suffering, blood, tears, screamings for mercy, pleadings, unfairness… you cannot be that selfish, can you?

My life was not easy, it is not, and it won’t be. I’ve always hated it… I just don’t like the things I have to do. My father was the boss of the largest mafia in China, my mom... a famous mercenary who used to 'work' in Middle East, she have never told me from which country she is.

I was half Chinese but for some reason I looked more like my mom

'You are not Chinese'

'Your eyes are ugly, you are ugly'

'Get out of China'

'We don’t want you here’

I used to hear since I was in kindergarten every single fucking day. You would be surprised at how cruel children can be.

'It's not my fault'

'Sorry'

'I know, I’m ugly'

'Please, please, don’t look at me'

I used to thought when I heard those comments or when children’s eyes were strong on me. I lived in a really big house, in a mansion, however no one wanted to play with me, no one was my friend, I was always home alone. My parents everytime were doing their business, so they hadn’t much time for me, nevertheless they did their best to make me happy.

'How are you, today?' Mister Choi used to ask me when I was about to go to school 'fine, thank you' I answered everyday, sometimes I felt that he was the only person who really cared about me. I never told him I felt bad because I didn’t want to worry the only person who showed me 'love' even more frequently than my parents.

One day I had to left my home, my dad got into troubles with a powerful rival Mafia “you'll go to Mexico, our friends are there” my dad told me. The first time I could be able to talk with them in a whole month, and they were telling me I had to go, I felt so sad that morning… “but I want to be with you” I said “you are not safe here” he pointed out. Since that moment I learnt to hide my feelings, maybe I became very good at doing it.

The friends of my parents were weapons traffickers, they provided weapons to guerrilla armed forces, to drug dealers, to small mafias, and to thieves. Their power reached all Latin America, however their where not as powerful as my parents.

I still remember that day… clearly. I wanted to cry so badly, when I went downstairs I tried my best to not sob. I had to go to school, so I waited for Mister Choi in front of the main door. A servant gave me my backpack “thank you” I said not looking at her as I used to “my little princess, are you okay?” she asked me “y-yes” I told her my eyes were filled up with tears “please, wait for me Miss ____. I’ll take you to school today” Mister Choi told me as he walked towards me quickly, he was holding a boy’s hand.

Mister Choi usually just closed the car’s door when I got in, the driver always was a young lady. But at that moment I was in risk so, my dad probably asked him to personally take me to school. The young lady was very well trained, but she was not as experienced as Mister Choi.

“This is my son, SeungHyun. You both can talk while you wait” he said no more and walked into the house, probably he was going to see with my dad

“Hello” that little guy said “hello” I responded looking down “I’m Choi SeungHyun, nice to meet you” then I looked at him, he introduced himself smiling, no other child had been that polite with me “I’m Zhao ___, nice to meet you too” I smiled.

“Your face doesn’t look like the Chinese people's faces” he commented, I felt even more bad “yeah, it’s strange” I said. I hoped Mister Choi could come quickly “I think it is cute” he responded, I looked at him surprised as hell... His expression, he was being honest, for a second I felt happy “let’s go guys” Mister Choi returned...

The plane took off that night, I couldn’t see SeungHyun again in many years. “You are going to be safe here, don’t worry” Mister Choi was kneeled in front of me, I nodded.

I just accepted that the house behind me was going to be my home for some time. I accepted it as I accepted to leave China in the presence of my father: no expression, no tears, no problems for them, I just nodded the same way.

“Mister Choi, thank you” I hugged him as soon as I finished talking, I nearly cried “in some years I’ll bring you home, please… be patient Miss ____” he hugged me back.

“Welcome home, ____” a female voice “Mrs. Renata” he said “how are you?” she greeted me “fine”. “Thank you, Mister Choi. She will be fine here” he nodded and walked away “let me introduce you to my children” she said.

Those boys were very kind, and always made me feel protected when I was home sick, when I had nightmares, and so on. In Mexico the kids were not as rude as the Chinese kids, perhaps because my appearance was more Occidental, in no time I felt happier there.

We used to play a lot, do our homework together, they helped me many times because they were older, we also played a lot during the breaks at school… Honestly I didn’t want to go back to China.

“When we grow up, I’ll marry you” Max, the big brother, told me “and you will be my princess” I laughed “but I don’t want to be a princess” I said “well, l will be your princess then” he told me “yes” I responded. He was very cute as his brother Ricardo who I loved so much too. I felt as their sister, and their mother was like my mom too. At some point I thought she cared more than my own mother, everyday asked me about the school, if the kids were nice to me, and so on, I’ve never felt so loved.

One day, when I was 15 years old Mister Choi came for me, he took me back to China. I was sad of course, but at the same time I was happy to see him again. I was about to enter highschool, my father of course chose a school for me.

“We are here, Miss ____” the car stopped “I’m glad to see you again, Mister Choi” I gave him a hug “me too, my little princess”.

I walked towards the main entrance of the mansion, my father and my mother were there waiting for me “my brave daughter” my father said “Dad” he hugged me “welcome” he told me “thank you” I hugged my mom too “we have prepared a special dinner for you, but go and tell Mrs. Liu what you would like to eat as dessert” she explained me.

I went to the kitchen... while I was walking through the mansion I thought about Mister Choi's son suddenly “little princess, you are here” Miss Liu, as I called her, was in tears “yes, I'm back” I hugged her tight “I missed you so much” she said.

The servants at the mansion used to call me 'little princess' I didn’t like it so much but, I knew they called me that way to show me their love, the young lady who everyday took me to school gave me that nick name, her name was Amber, she was the daughter of Miss Liu.

After talked a little with Miss Liu, I went upstairs to my bedroom. It was the same, my things were exactly in the same place as I remembered, I smiled. I took a shower and changed my clothes for the dinner.

“Mom, Dad” I said as I walked into the dinning room “have a sit” my father told me as he pointed to my place. The servants quickly served us the food while we we’re talking about what had happened all that time.

“So, have you seen the information about your highschool?” my dad asked “yes, I’ve” my mom smiled “your Chinese is still good, isn’t it?” she asked “yes, it is. I’ve been studying hard” my dad sighed “I know you will do a good job here, I'll rest in peace when I die” he said proud “I’ll do my best, as always".

Hey there! Hope you like this story!

The next chapters will get smutty, so be prepared!

Love y'all.

Alex

[99liners]

bigbang reaction to: their s/o having a nightmare;

request: Anonymous said : Can I please request a Bigbang reaction when their S/O had a nightmare about them leaving her? Thank you very much!

kwon jiyong (g-dragon):

he’s a light sleeper so when he saw you wincing and groaning in your sleep, he sat up concerned. you’d a history of lucid dreams and he knew sometimes the nightmares get too vivid for you to handle. he jerked you lightly, waking you up. on waking up and seeing him in front of him after dreaming about him leaving you on your doorstep, you couldn’t stop yourself and hugged him immediately. hot tears flowing down your eyes.

he hummed “shh” while rubbing your back. his grip around your, now shaking figure, tight but not suffocating.

“baby, you want some water?”

you shook your head before pulling back and kissing him, a short but passionate kiss.

“promise me, you won’t ever leave me.” you looked him in the eye.

he hesitated for a second because, frankly, you two had never talked about the future before. nothing was ever planned, you two had decided to just go with the flow and not rush into things so when you asked for a commitment, a lifetime commitment, he was taken aback but he knew in his heart that you were the person he wanted to spend eternities with so he nodded.

took your hands in his and kissed your knuckles, “i won’t ever leave you, doll. cross my heart.”

choi seunghyun (t.o.p):

he was deep in sleep when he heard you crying. he woke up and rubbed his eyes checking the time on the bedside clock which read four in the morning. at first he was dazed and mistook your crying with his dream. you’d stopped crying knowing you woke him up and stayed still. but on switching on the bedside lamp, he noticed your figure, away from him at the other corner of the bed, your back facing him, you were badly trying to muffle your cries but you failed and were shaking.

he sat up and put a hand on your shoulder, “y/n, what’s wrong?”

you shook your head wiping your tears, “i’m sorry for waking you up, go to sleep love.”

“no, y/n we’re not doing this again. come on, just last night we promised to tell each other everything, now tell me what’s wrong?”

you sniffled and turned towards him, your hair was a mess and your eyes had turned red due to crying so much, there was also hint of tiredness under your eyes, “i’m scared.”

he laid down facing you, “of? i’m here for you.”

“scared of losing you, what if i do lose you seunghyun? what will i do then? how am i supposed to live?”

“you won’t lose me though, my love”

“but what if i do?”

“there is no what if, i’m not leaving you, ever.” he sealed the promise with a lingering kiss on your forehead.

dong youngbae (taeyang):

he woke up at exactly three in the morning like an alarm clock. he was aware of the repetitive nightmares you were having and seeing your figure facing him scooted closer to you, wrapping his arm around, from your irregular breathing he knew you were awake.

“again the same dream?”

you nodded.

“it doesn’t make sense.”

“then why i do keep watching you leave me every night?”

“i don’t know,” he nuzzled into your neck, “i’m not leaving, you know it. where will i go?”

“to someone better”

“will there ever be someone better than you for me? no, there can’t be and you can’t argue with me on this.”

“i feel like these nightmares are a sign.”

“they are not, and even if they’re, they’re for me. i’ve been ignoring you too much cause of the tours and concerts, need to love you more,” he peppered light kisses on your neck and squeezed you lightly, “i love you so much.”

kang daesung:

daesung had been away to japan for a few weeks now. your facetime call in the middle of his concert surprised him. he was backstage and was about to head to the stage for the next song when his phone started ringing. he picked it up and on watching you crying, he halted and sat down, he couldn’t really handle you crying. he always felt a part of him breaking and it was too painful for him to bear.

“is something wrong?”

you were sobbing and couldn’t speak coherently, “y-you’re so aw-away.”

“but i’m right here with you!” when the manager walked towards him to escort him he showed his hand and motioned to be left alone.

everyone left the dressing room and the event manager declared a small five minutes delay to the fans.

“i’m so sorry for calling you like this but i had a nightmare. i saw that you didn’t want me anymore and so you just left me. i woke up and you weren’t beside me. i’m so sorry for bothering you.”

“baby you’re never a bother to me. i love you beyond comprehension. i can’t ever leave you, you’re my strength, my support system.”

when you’d calmed down a bit, he walked to the stage with his phone and showed you the crowd and everyone cheered for you putting a huge smile on your face, surely washing your worries away.

lee seunghyun (seungri):

everytime you’d a nightmare, seungri would sing for you, sing you back to sleep. but tonight when he was awoken, he was worried. he hadn’t ever seen you this upset, you weren’t crying, more like your tears had dried. you were staring at the ceiling pointlessly. he turned to you concerned, “are you feeling sick? do you want me to call the doctor?”

you looked at him after a while, “why are you still me?”

“i’m not sure i understand the question.”

“do you love me?”

“beyond doubt.”

“what if one day you wake up and realize you don’t, you’ll just leave, right?”

he chuckled, “are you kidding me? i’d leave? i’ll realize that i don’t love you anymore? i’m a loser, i’m a loser for you. i’m a little flower who’ll wither if i’m kept away from your love. so that day ain’t coming so easily where you’ll get rid of me. you can try all you want,” he winked kissing your cheeks, “i’ll always be here every morning when you wake up.”

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Bigbang Reaction to You, Their Sister, Dressing Provakative

Anonymous said to kpoppwriter:

Hi! Could I request a BigBang reaction to their famous sister, maybe she’s a popular Korean model or idol (they are 2 years younger) and she’s known for her sexy image, like provocative dancing and fashion, like HyunA? Thank you.

T.O.P

Seunghyun would always love you. You were his baby sister sure, but you were grown. It your body and you can do what you want was his way of thinking. Sometimes in interviews they would ask how someone who never shows and a “slut” could be related. Seunghyun was mature but would snap on them, asking why they felt like you couldn’t dress how you wanted in photoshoots. He would also ask them to stop looking at you all together because you would never date their sorry ass, then call you and tell you, you better not.

Taeyang

Didn’t mind it and wanted to support you, but don’t show him your work please. At first, hearing you were seen as provocative would throw him for a loop. He had never taken that close of a look too really so you like that. He worked out to the songs but never paid the lyrics a lot of attention. He saw the magazine covers but never took a closer look. He would be stuck but just speak his mind. You were you and you could do whatever you wanted. He would also ask why there was a problem since he always had his chest out on stage. He was gonna point out their misogyny before they said another word about you.

G Dragon

Ji would be so blasé about you being “provocative”. When you walked around with high waisted, ass out, shorts, he would just keep doing whatever the fuck he was doing. Ji had no problem with you dressing like that. You were expressing yourself and that’s one of the most beautiful things someone could do. As long as you didn’t look a hot fucking mess or have mitch match patterns on he was fine with it and didn’t see you any different than if you chose to dress like a nun. He was actually more comfortable since you were less likely to judge him.

Daesung

Dae would have no problem with you dressing like that, until he heard you were the hottest thing ever to almost every guy but him. He would tell you that he was so happy you were confident but always throw a jacket or “safety shorts” your way. Dae wanted you to be confident, he wanted you to be happy and he wanted you to feel like he supported you, and he did. But Dae was afraid of not just you growing up but all the creeps who liked you. To him you were his baby sister so to have all these creeps looking at you was weird to him. It would take a while but he would get the hint you weren’t changing after a bit.

Seungri

He wasn’t having it, it was always him telling you to go put some clothes on and to not dress so “loosely”. You might have to argue him down about why you dress that way a few times before it ever starts to reach his membrane. Seungri always got on you about it but let someone else tell you to cover up and he will go off on them and tell them to let you be a kid and live your life. He is a lovable ass-backwards person. But he was yours.

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Third Drawer to the Left

Pairing: Daesung/SJ

Series: Bigbang 6th Member AU

2018

“I lost a bandaid somewhere in your kitchen by the way, so you have that to look forward to in the morning.” SJ hands Daesung a glass of wine before taking a seat in the plush arm chair across from his.

Daesung groans. “Why are you so gross?”

“It’s one of my many, many charms.” She tilts her glass toward him with a grin. “So, you ready to abandon the rest of us? I swear Seungri and I are going to develop a complex. No one wants to play with us anymore!”

“We can play all you want when I get back, I promise.” “Ugh, fine.”

Daesung smiles, watching her settle further in the chair over the rim of his wine glass. She’s not one to fidget. Never has been. It strikes him as odd that she does it now. To add to that, she’s been acting odd the past few days, avoiding the rest of them like they carry the plague. Even Top, her favorite big brother out of her favorite big brothers.

“What’s wrong?” He asks when she finally stops fidgeting around and settles in one position.

“Nothing.”

“Yeah right! Tell me!” Daesung rubs his hands together, pleading at her with his eyes. “Please? Grant me my last wish before enlistment and when I get back I’ll never ask for another thing ever again.”

SJ grumbles, running a finger around the rim of her glass. “I’ll tell you… but you can’t tell Seungri. AND! After I tell you, we drop it. Deal?”

“Deal!” Daesung agrees easily. He doesn’t get his way with SJ often and counts this as a major victory despite knowing she’s doing it because she feels bad he’s leaving in the morning.

“Okay, so, you know how I went over to Jiyong’s?”

Daesung gasps. “Did he finally tell you he’s in love with you?”

“Yeah, he- wait… did you know?” When Daesung nods happily SJ throws a pillow at his head. “You jerk! Did all of you know?”

“Uh, yeah, it was pretty obvious to everyone.” Daesung throws the pillow back, giggling when it hits her square in the face. 

“Everyone but me! Oh my god!” Her eyes go wide at a sudden realization. “Did he… even when we…”

Daesung scratches the back of his neck, growing uncomfortable at the direction of the conversation. The truth is, Daesung knew exactly how Jiyong felt about SooJin and went after her anyway. Youngbae spilled about Haru Haru being about SJ, but Daesung wasn’t deterred in the slightest. He felt like a terrible friend for a while after finding out SJ didn’t even know about Jiyong’s feelings. He thought he was taking something from her, even lying to her to an extent.

“And he still wants me?” Her voice is absolutely heartbroken. “Why?”

“Well,” Daesung takes a second to settle his drunken brain and gather his thoughts. “If you want my honest opinion, I think you’re it for him. Like, he’s been hanging on to you since… 2007? 2008? Something like that. Anyway, what guy would do that for a girl he isn’t absolutely committed to?”

“But he’s dated.”

“So have you. Me, Choi Siwon… why do I feel like I’m forgetting someone?” Daesung tries his best to come up with the other name but it dances right out of his reach.

“The last one wasn’t an idol, remember? He was a lawyer.”

“Oh! Yeah, I liked him. You two were so cute together. I honestly thought you’d marry him.”

SJ nods. “I didn’t. Out of all of you I thought it would’ve been Siwon.”

Daesung senses the sad turn the conversation is taking and changes it quickly. “Hey! Come with me tomorrow!”

“Like, to the enlistment center?”

“Yeah! It’ll be fun!” 

SJ glares at her best friend out of the corner of her eye. “The older you get the worse your sense of fun gets. First, you text the group chat saying you’re giving every girl in Tokyo your number because “it’ll be fun”. Now, you’re trying to rope me into escorting you to the enlistment center. That’s not fun!”

“Why not?” Daesung is genuinely confused at how upset SJ is getting. If he was a bit more sober he could identify it properly, but with his brain hazy from alcohol all reason escapes him. “I want you to go.”

“Well I don’t want to go! Do none of you care how hard this is for me? How hard it is to watch all of you go one by one to a place I can’t follow?” SJ scrubs angrily at the tears falling down her cheeks. “Since 2006 I’ve only had the five of you whether I liked it or not. Now I won’t have anyone. It’s hard, okay?”

Daesung gets up from his place on the couch and perches on the arm of the chair SJ is sitting in. He rubs her back, whispering comforting nonsense she can’t even understand. To be honest, no, he hadn’t thought about how difficult all of this must be for her. She always acts so strong and confident that Daesung occasionally forgets she’s the most sensitive out of all of them. It’s always been his job in the band to take care of her and he failed when she needed it most.

“I’m sorry, SooJin. I wish I could make it up to you somehow.” Daesung wraps his arms around her, pressing her face to his chest. He feels her breathing even out bit by bit. “You know we have to do this.”

She nods.

“I think you should take this as an opportunity to do some solo stuff. Seungri is and you’re way better than him.”

She laughs.

“Seriously. Go on some shows, release some music, let people know you as Park SooJin instead of SJ from Bigbang.”

SJ sniffles and pats Daesung on the back. “Where would I be without you?”

“Still angry at the rest of the boys for mistreating Seungri?”

“Oh, definitely.” She pulls away, wiping her eyes. “I’m sorry I broke down like that Daesung. It’s just been a little emotionally exhausting doing this over and over. Seeing you guys off, I mean.”

Daesung nods. “It’s no problem.”

“Can I still come with you tomorrow?”

“Yes! Please! Do it!”

“Calm down!” SJ smacks Daesung’s arm to get his full attention. “I’m only doing it under one condition though.”

“What?”

“I get to sleepover tonight. I’m too drunk to drive home and Top’s a grumpy old man so he’s probably in bed by now. If I call him to come pick me up he’ll just scold me the whole time. But he looks like a pouty baby when he does it so it’s so confusing for me.” The last part is a confused stage whisper that has Daesung cracking up.

“Sure. You know where your clothes and everything are.” Daesung says once he calmed down.

“Third drawer to the left. NOT THE RIGHT.” SJ wags her finger in his face, attempting to imitate him when he’s being serious about something. Daesung knocks her hand away. “Go brush your teeth before you get in my face like that. You have wine breath.”

“So do you!”

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Like4like pt.5

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Genre: Slice of Life, angst

Trigger warning: This scenario/drabble is about depression if this topic makes you uncomfortable please don’t read.

A/N: This scenario is based upon what I go through. Everyone’s depression is different and how everyone copes is also different. This time of year I struggle harder than usual, and I wanted to write something for those of us who go through this kind of mental state. I am in no means a therapist or a doctor but my friends and family always help get me through, so I hope this can help some of you too. As always good vibes and love to you guys, and keep your chins up!

You tried so hard to get out of bed, to answer the phone, but your muscles ached and your stomach felt queasy. The headache assaulting your temples was debilitating enough but your aching mind decided to add your anxious thoughts to the mix.

As you attempted to roll over to answer the call your phone had ceased it’s incessant ringing. You let out a tired sigh, you know you had missed his calls for the past three days but you were just so tired.

He had texted you asking if you had caught a cold. You wish it were only a cold, something as simple as a virus but alas your mind was worse than any virus you have could come down with.

You wanted to so badly explain to your boyfriend the way your depression incapacitated you as if you had a violent disease. Knowing that would burden him while he was across the continent would only make you feel guiltier.

By sticking to simple text messages you thought he’d know you were alive and he could focus on his work. He was a busy man who was adored by many you couldn’t take him away from the thousands that paid hard-earned money to see him.

You could get through this alone the way you always did. Your boss allowed you to take three days sick time so you could recoup. You had worked in his store since you were sixteen he was familiar with your condition. He aided you better than your parents could.

He listened to you, actually listened, he didn’t tune you out so he then could tell you it would pass. He gave you suggestions to take your mind off of it, recommended a hundred and one therapists and even promised to go with you if you were that uneasy.

When Mr. Jang called you always picked up to hear the words of encouragement he warmly had to offer. He was much more helpful than any of the doctors he had told you about. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you realized that he was out of town since his own daughter needed his help with her child.

So you couldn’t bother him either.

You thought about calling the one therapist you decided to give a chance. But you didn’t want to have to leave your big bed. You shuddered at the thought of Jiyong seeing it, he hated mess, and you had crumpled tissues all over his expensive bedding along with day old take-out containers. He’d blow a gasket about common courtesy.

Letting out a sigh you reached out for the phone that began to ring again. His bright happy face flashed across the screen as you decided whether or not you should pick-up.

It went to voicemail before you could make a decision. Sooner or later he was going to get angry with you, you knew that. Your embarrassment kept you from asking him for support. You had done well enough to keep your problem from him. You didn’t want him to think you were some mental case who couldn’t be left alone for more than a week.

It was better this way for everyone you told yourself as more tears fell from your eyes. You pulled the covers over your head and turned away from the nightstand. Trying to fall back to sleep. It was the only thing that made you feel better.

Eventually you fell asleep to the sound of your own cries.

You woke with start when you heard your doorbell ringing. They’d leave like the others after the third ring, and then you could rest some more.

That wasn’t the case. Whatever this person wanted it must’ve been important. You sat up painfully, your bones creaking and popping as you feet met the floor for the first time in days. You put your slippers on and made your way to the front door.

Taking a glimpse at the high-tech security system Jiyong had; you were surprised to say the least. You hit the talk button reluctantly ,”Hello?”

“(Y/n)-ah?” Daesungie asked, “Can I come up?”

You found yourself wringing your wrists uncomfortably; you didn’t want anyone to see you like this. Let alone one of Jiyong’s close friends. What would he do if you said no?

“Jiyong gave me a key remember?” he added after a moment of your silence, “No one has heard from you in a week (Y/n) we’re worried.”

“I’m fine oppa i’m just not feeling well.”

Daesung then pulled two shopping bags up in to the camera’s view, “Good thing I brought all your favorites.”

“You’ll catch what I have—”

“Just put a mask on,” he cut you off as he waggled the silver key, “I’m coming up.”

The video call then cut off, you nearly panicked when you looked over the apartment. You scrambled to clean up somewhat. Throwing trash away, folding blankets, hiding dishes in the dishwasher to run later. There was no time to give the home a thorough dusting like it needed. You just prayed Daesung wouldn’t rat you out. That was the last thing you needed.

Checking out your reflection in the mirror you did the best you could to mask the bags under your eyes. You knew your tearstained cheeks were going to have to remain the way they were when you heard the man let himself in.

“Aish (Y/n)-ah what happened in here?” Daesung asked as he entered the bedroom, “Jiyongie would have a fit if he saw it now.”

“I told you I haven’t been feeling well…” You replied with your face mask hiding the most extreme signs of your pain.

��Have you seen the doctor yet?”

You nodded your head, “Just a small cold.”

Your friend seemed to buy it for he cleared a small spot on the bed and began to lay out all of your favorite snacks, magazines, and some medicine.

“You didn’t have to do this,” you said in sincere gratitude, “Kamsamnida.”

He shrugged his shoulders with a smile, “It’s no problem here eat this you need to get your strength back.”

He handed me some fruit and then plopped down on the bed, turning on the expensive TV, he patted the spot next to him. I sat down quietly turning away from him toward the television

“You know Jiyong said you’re ignoring him.”

There it was, the real reason for his visit. You couldn’t really be upset he was your boyfriend’s friend first. You couldn’t really blame anyone for being worried, you disappeared off the face of the earth.

Guilt ate away at your insides; you didn’t mean to ignore him, you just couldn’t find it in you to talk to anyone. You didn’t want anyone to see you at your most vulnerable. Let alone your boyfriend who knew nothing about your debilitating illness. The fog you were under became heavier at the thought of Jiyong being mad at you.

“Not on purpose this cold has been really bad.”

“Have you seen a doctor?”

“It’s only a cold,” you said softly, “I’m getting better I swear.”

Daesung just hummed a very unconvinced hum, he munched on a snack and turned to the TV playing a random variety show. He watched it for a brief second before turning back.

“What’s really going on (Y/n)-ah?”

Daesung always had a way of putting you at ease; it was simple to confide in him. He rarely judged if he ever and he was one of the happiest people you knew. Maybe some of his sunshine would rub off on you.

“I’m feeling really bad Daesungie, my muscles ache, my head is throbbing, and I never want to get out of bed. I don’t want to talk to anyone, I don’t have strength enough to leave the house. I’m in so much pain.”

You leaned your head on his chest and just let out the most pitiful sob, “I don’t know how to get better.”

He patted your back soothingly and just let you cry it all out. Softly he ran his fingers through your hair “(Y/n)-ah it's okay.”

You shook your head, “It's not though oppa it's affecting my entire life and I haven't the slightest idea on how to fix it.”

“Do you want help?”

You nodded your head, “I’m beyond help.”

The older man pinched your arm, “Don’t you ever say that (Y/n)-ah you're never beyond help, do you know how many of us are willing to help you? I know it’s hard but you just have to let us in starting with Jiyongie…”

You but your lip and Daesung sighed.

“He loves you he would do anything to help you get out of this hole.”

“I’m embarrassed Daesungie,” you confided tucking your face in to his shoulder, “How can I tell the man I adore that I can’t even do the most basic of functions because it hurts too much? It’s too pathetic.”

Your oppa gently ran his hand up and down your shoulder, “It’s not pathetic (Y/n)-ah and it’s not pathetic to let others in who care about you. We want you to tell us when you’re feeling this way, we want you to trust us. We want you to get better.”

You gave him the weakest smile and continued to pitifully nuzzle in to him like a child. You were very much grateful for his support and were truly pleased you could call Daesung a true friend, but you were still terrified to enlighten your boyfriend about how you’ve been feeling. He picked up on this too, so he ruffled your messy hair playfully and left a peck on the top of your head.

“I’ll be right here,” he promised you taking your hand in his, “I know Jiyong-ah will be so willing to help you that everything will be okay.”

Frozen still with your thoughts you contemplated on taking (in your eyes) the first step to getting help, looking to Dae and then back to your phone; you picked it up and swiped across one of Jiyong’s missed calls.

Your friend gave you the most encouraging squeeze to the hand paired with the brightest smile at your “Hello, oppa?”

With the right boost of confidence you knew then that you’d get through this, and you didn’t have to do it alone. You had a whole network of people who loved you and were willing to pull you out of the hole your brain had buried you in, to be your life preservers. You can do this, you are strong.

[exhoe-imagines]

BIGBANG’s reaction to you dealing with family problems

Anonymous Requested: Hello I hope you're enjoying your holiday :) Can you make a Bigbang reaction about them having to face their girlfriend's family issues (she suffer a lot from that) ?

A/N: Hey darling!! I can relate a lot to this request, so I want you to know you’re not alone!! If you ever need anyone, we’re here for you. I hope you enjoy, xoxo - Admin Ruby

P.S. Taeyang’s reaction was more platonic than romantic, and that’s how we’ll be keeping his requests from now own out of respect !! I hope you all understand ~

Jiyong -

It would bother Jiyong so much to see you struggling with family problems, growing sadder as he watched you crumble under the pressure of your relatives' arguments and problematic decisions. He would want to know everything that was happening so he could offer you his best advice, and so he’d know how to help you. If he had to pull you away from the situation for a while or encourage you to let your family deal with some of their own problems alone, he would, only wanting the best for you. 

Seunghyun -

Initially, getting into your family’s business wouldn’t be something Seunghyun would want to get involved in. It wouldn’t be because he didn’t care, but because he wouldn’t feel it to be his place. He’d still be good at comforting you though, always being a person you could feel safe to express your concerns and worries to without judgment. With the help of his deep, late night, conversations, you’d be able to work out a lot of your emotions and maybe even be able to confront your family’s problems with a clearer mind.

Daesung -

Daesung would be the most visibly worried about your family’s problems, always asking you how you were feeling about was happening, and if any improvements were being made within your relatives' relationships with each other. If you said no, and your negative emotions were clear in your expression, Daesung would always be there to comfort you in the blink of an eye. He wouldn’t push you to talk about it unless you initiated the conversation, instead focusing on keeping you happy and reminding you that it wasn’t your problem to face alone. 

Youngbae -

Youngbae, when confronted with your family problems, would be a good mix of Seunghyun and Daesung. He wouldn’t get too involved with what was happening, simply out of respect, but he’d worry a lot too and always make sure to check in on you. He’d be a great person to come to for advice, having level-headed suggestions and recommendations for not only working out the problems but also helping you get out of the unhealthy mindset of focusing on them all the time.