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blue side of the sky (lmh) | eight.

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—summary: waking up after 3 months with no recollection of your past, your friends do what they can to help you remember. except, they omit an important piece to the puzzle - afraid you would remember the heartbreak and hurt all over again.

—pairing: lee know x f. reader

—genre: (18+) exes to lovers, bestfriends to lovers au | fluff, angst, (eventual) smut

—word count: 5.5k

—chapter warnings: cussing/mature language, mentions of alcohol consumption (not by oc), very platonic slow-dancing with jisung, we hear jisung's feelings about the accident 🥺, a bit more descriptive details of the accident, more minho x oc interactions yay!!, flashback - kisses/probably err on the side of making out lol

"Shit, I need to be at Yeong-Su's in the next five minutes or else my parents are gonna kill me." Jisung huffs as he struggles to get his tie done. You put your eyelash curler down to help him because you can't watch him struggle any longer. You step in front of him and take over, neatly securing his tie around his neck before looking up at him with a small smile. "Thank you." He lets out a breath of relief before looking at himself in the mirror once more.

"You're welcome. You should go."

"You're gonna be okay?"

"I will."

"What are you trying to say?" Chan yells from their room, making the two of you laugh.

"You look beautiful, cielo."

"Thanks. You don't look too bad yourself, pachi." He smiles.

"See you guys down there." He calls out before rushing out of the room to meet the groom and the groomsmen. You finish curling your lashes, adding some light falsies to spruce up your look. You didn't add much makeup since you were going for a more natural look, but you were satisfied with how it turned out in the end.

You weren't entirely sure in the beginning, you hadn't done this in a very long time. It feels nice.

When you finally give your hair one last fix and spray a bit of perfume, you step into Chan and Seungmin's room, seeing them fix their suits a few times while looking in the mirror. Chan's eyes dart from the mirror to you, then back to the mirror before he's doing a double take.

"Wow, you look amazing Y/N." He turns to look at you. "And you were saying you weren't sure about the dress?"

"I just haven't dressed up like this in awhile, you know?" You shrug. "San said it was nice." Your hands brush down the fabric of the dress while Seungmin and Chan chuckle.

"San was right." Chan nods. "Though, I hope he knows we won't make it easy for him to weasel his way into your heart." Chan focuses on tightening his tie once more.

"Seriously, Y/N. You look stunning." Seungmin adds. "Ready to go?"

"Mhm. Ready when you two are."

"Alright, let me just throw on my watch and I'll be good." Chan says, snatching his Rolex off of the nightstand and securing it around his wrist. The three of you head straight towards the garden area, your eyes light up at all the wedding decorations. The venue was decorated beautifully with its sage, taupe and champagne flowers and tones.

You're pulled out of your daze when you hear a familiar voice greeting Seungmin and Chan, Chan glancing over at you once you've met the eyes of said familiar voice.

"Y/N, hey." Minho says, slowly eyeing you up and down. "W-wow, you look amazing." You look at him with a small smile as you also peep his outfit— a crisp button up with a black tie, sleeves rolled up mid-way with nicely pleated grey slacks. It's simple, but it works well for him. His long, brown hair slightly drapes over his eyes, a silver watch sitting prettily on his wrist.

"Hey Minho. Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself." You chuckle just as Chan gently tugs at the gift bag in your hand.

"I'll go place this down at the gift table for you, alright? Gotta put my gift down too." You give him a small nod before returning your attention to Seungmin and Minho. They're chatting amongst themselves, and you find yourself shuffling closer to Seungmin as the crowd grows.

"You okay?" Minho suddenly asks. "Did you take your medicine?" Seungmin subtly bites onto his bottom lip while he watches your eyes shift upwards at Minho. Suddenly, Minho feels a little embarrassed for outwardly showing his worry for you. He knows this isn't the time, he knows he needs to step back. "Sorry, I—"

"It's okay." You give him a reassuring nod. "I did this morning. I appreciate the reminder, though." Minho simply nods in acknowledgement before Seungmin butts in.

"We should find our seats." He says, watching the rest of the guests settle into their seats. Seungmin's hand settles on the small of your back, gently pressing you towards the way to your seats. At this point, Chan re-joins the group and follows along, greeting some of Jisung's family members on the way over. Seungmin takes the seat near the aisle, followed by you, Chan and Minho. Just as Chan settles into the seat, Minho meets your eyes and his facial expression softens. The corner of his lips tug upwards into a tiny smile that you almost miss, and he doesn't necessarily peel his eyes off of you even as the pianist starts to play the entrance song.

You feel that look settle in the pit of your stomach.

"Oh shit, it's starting already." Chan harshly whispers over to you and Seungmin. The three of you stand as the pianist plays the song loudly, the bridesmaids accompanied by the groomsmen. Jisung walks down the aisle with a smug smirk on his face that makes Chan, Minho and Seungmin quietly laugh to themselves. Shortly following behind is another couple, then another— until the entire group passes and lines up at the altar. Once they've settled in their positions alongside of Yeong-Su, Yuna begins to make her way down the aisle looking beautiful as ever in her wedding dress.

You watch the way Yuna and Yeong-Su look at each other so lovingly in the eyes as they go through their vows, the tears still flowing down their cheeks— causing everyone in attendance to break into their own tears and sniffles. You wonder what it's like to be completely enamored by someone, to love someone so deeply and with everything in you;

What is love?

Were you ever in love at some point? True, genuine love?

Your eyes wander to the ocean just behind the venue, before they fall onto Minho again. But, when you turn, you find that he's looking at you already and his expression is unreadable. He is always unreadable, but it's the feeling you get that confuses you the most.

"Kiss!" Seungmin yells just as the crowd begins to yell along, making you chuckle. Minho is no longer looking at you, and he's snapped himself back to current times— back to reality.

God.

The wedding passes quickly, with the reception following shortly behind. It's a short distance of a walk, the huge tent with champagne-colored drapes right around the corner of the hotel. The view of the sunset and ocean is clearer in this area, with the breeze a bit stronger [though it hits the drapes and decorations beautifully].

"Cielo." Jisung comes from behind, causing you to turn over your shoulder to look at him. "Are you still doing okay?"

"Mhm." You nod. "I was just about to to grab a drink."

"I can do it—"

"It's fine, pachi. I got it." You give him a toothless smile as you step forward to the self-serve area for the drinks; all the fruit-flavored, non-alcoholic drinks lined up in cute beverage dispensers with gold detailing. You help yourself to some of the strawberry mango concoction that's almost gone, waiting for every drip to fall into your cup.

"I'm nervous." Jisung whines a bit, watching as you wait for your cup to fill.

"Why are you nervous? You're going to be fine, Ji."

"I haven't sang in front of my family in such a long time."

"And I'm sure you'll do great. They'll love you. Besides, you'll have Seungmin with you." You finally bring your cup up to your lips while you turn to Jisung.

"You don't think my singing voice is icky, right?"

"Jisung, please." You chuckle and shake your head. "Your voice is lovely. Your family will love it." You give his arm a gentle squeeze. "Promise." He lets out a deep breath before he nods.

"You're right." He walks alongside of you as you walk back to the table, Chan helping himself to the salad and bread that was just served. The three of you engage in small talk over some food, while Minho decides to sip on his drink near the open bar area. He watches the way you laugh and smile, his gut wishing he was the reason why—

"Please tell me you're just taking way too long to decide which drink you'll go for after you finish that." Seungmin comes to his side, making Minho damn near choke on the cocktail he's sipping.

"Excuse you."

"Creep." Seungmin gives him a look and Minho glares at him.

"I was just people-watching."

"Like that makes it any better."

"Would you mind your own business, Kim Seungmin? Don't you have a song to sing soon?"

"Soon, not right now." Seungmin sips on his cocktail before digging his other hand into his pocket. "So, staring at Y/N?"

"I wasn't staring at her." Minho looks at him, but all Seungmin does is cock a brow up. "I mean I was, but like, I was just making sure she was okay.. from a distance. It wasn't too long ago when I brought her to urgent care."

"Was that hard?"

"What?"

"To say that you care."

"She's still my bestfriend at the end of the day." Minho blurts out the first excuse that comes to mind even though he has no right to play that card.

"Alright then." Seungmin shrugs, half-understanding why Minho was acting the way he was, half-not-understanding why he couldn't just say what was on his mind. "Whatever you say, my guy. I'm gonna head back to our friends." He heads for the table with Minho following shortly after.

The remainder of the program goes by beautifully, with Jisung, the rest of the bridesmaids and groomsmen giving their thoughtful and sweet speeches. You've cried once or twice, especially when Yuna shares a dance with her father, and Yeong-Su gives his own speech to everyone before catering to his now-wife. There are special surprise performances from family, one being Jisung and Seungmin's performance— singing to Alto Moon's 'Mars.'

As soon as the dance portion of the night begins, Chan whisks you away to the dance floor, twirling you around before the both of you start to dance along to the song. Shortly, Seungmin joins along after he's found his way towards you two, then Jisung, Yuna and Yeong-Su. Minho joins the circle, laughing and enjoying himself across from you. Nonetheless, it's a good time and you find yourself having tons of fun with Jisung's family and your friends. You almost don't want the weekend to come to an end because you'll be looking to relive the entire thing all over again.

It's the first time you've felt alive in awhile.

"Hey." Jisung slips into the empty seat next to Seungmin while you two sit down for a break. "Please, help. I need a break from them." He points at his family. "They're killing me with the pictures." He tries to duck by Seungmin's figure to avoid people calling him over.

"Sucks to be you." You laugh at Seungmin's remark. "Jisung is over here!" Seungmin calls out, making Jisung punch him on the bicep.

"You asshole." He moves away from his seat to keep dodging his family, putting his hand out for you to grab when the songs begin to slow down. "Perfect timing! Let's go dance, cielo." Jisung brings you out onto the floor for a slow dance. You wrap your arms around his neck and he holds you around the waist, the both of you swaying to the slow beat of the song.

"Are you having a good time? Feeling okay?"

"I am. Thank you for bringing me along."

"Of course, I knew you'd enjoy it." He chuckles a bit.

"No, really. Thank you." You pull back to look at him. "You know, for always looking out for me and being there for me? For being patient? I know it might not be easy after everything that's happened. Or, I might not be the easiest to take care of, but you make life a lot smoother."

"Cielo, you're my bestfriend. I'll do anything for you." He lets out a breath. "When the accident happened, I was scared." Even if he won't get into too many details right now, it's the first time Jisung is really speaking up about the accident. "I couldn't help but blame myself because I felt like I could've done better. I spent nights trying to figure out where I could have prevented this from happening, where I lacked in keeping you safe. Why I didn't do certain things—"

"Jisung, that wasn't your fault."

"Still." He looks at you. "Maybe I should've prevented you from leaving that night. I should have made you stay knowing the storm was at its peak." You can't even remember the night of the accident, but your uncle had briefly mentioned leaving Jisung's. Why you were there, you weren't sure. Why you left, you aren't sure. But you hopped in an Uber, the driver losing control of the car when a drunk driver in the opposite lane swerved— causing the car to flip when you were only 5 minutes away from home.

It makes you sick to even think about it. That's one thing you don't want ever to relive, or have memories of.

"There are things you can't protect me from, pachi." You say softly while looking up at him. "Just as me with you."

"I just should've done better, Y/N. I could have." He clears his throat. "You were almost taken away from me. I'll never let another opportunity slip past me again." He looks at you as if it's the last time he's looking at you. But before the moment carries on, he pulls you in, hugging you tightly and warmly. He keeps you close, because that's what he feels like he needs to do from this moment on.

"I'm here, pachi." You softly say as you part from him. All he can do is look at you and nod, giving you some space as the next song begins to play.

"I know." At this point, Jisung's mom comes from behind him and sweetly asks for a dance from her son. You hand him off, smiling at them right before you turn on your heel to head to the bathroom. Luckily, it isn't too far into the hotel. You can't wait to relieve yourself and freshen up a bit, giving yourself a bit of a break before heading back out to be surrounded by people and loud music.

Once you feel like you've given yourself a good enough breather, you leave the bathroom and turn the corner—

"Woah." Minho says, his hands immediately coming to your elbows. "Oh jeez, I'm so sorry Y/N." He says when he realizes it's you he almost ran into.

"You're alright." You chuckle. "I shouldn't have turned the corner so quickly." He puts on a small smile.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just needed a little bathroom break and a quick breather." You look past his shoulder to get a glimpse of the party. "Is Jisung still with his mom?" He shakes his head.

"No, but his auntie."

"Of course. I saw you and Chan with the aunties earlier."

"Gotta save them a dance or two, you know?" You giggle.

"How sweet." Pause. Silence. Minho observes every inch of your face, body— the scar on your cheek from the accident, and the one near your hairline. You're beautiful, and he doesn't even care if he's staring.

All that liquid courage, especially.

"You really do look amazing tonight."

"Thank you, Minho." You fiddle with your fingers. "I should let you get back to.. you know.." He lets out a small breathy laugh just as you see Jisung hurrying into your point of view.

"Please. Help." You read Jisung's lips and furrow your brows, causing Minho to turn over his shoulder and look at him.

"He always needs saving." Minho rolls his eyes, making you laugh at his statement.

"Are you gonna head back to the table after?" He nods.

"Yeah. But for now, I think you should get to Jisungie before he cries."

"Right. I'll see you later." You chuckle as you walk past him and meet Jisung, who is hiding from his aunties [again] even in plain sight.

Minho is left alone to ponder on his thoughts, and he can't stand this.

Actually, he can't stand himself. Cause god, he was preparing to accept the worst. To lose you, to not have you around. To have something taken away from him so suddenly.

Then, that wasn't the case. But that's not the issue at all, no. He's happy and he can't stop thanking the higher power for giving you another chance at life. He doesn't know what he'd do without you, you were always important to him. Always will be.

Still, you are what he loves the most.

But he can't stand himself because he's here, acting like everything is fine. He was heartbroken when you didn't remember who he was, had no recollection of the memories you two shared— he fell deeper in this dark hole with Kat even though he didn't intend to. She just filled this void that he had, and it's fucked up of him to lean on the girl that messed up everything you two had in the first place. He couldn't help himself. But, what breaks his heart the most now is that you don't know, and you may or may not ever know. He couldn't dare to see you crying or hurt. Even though Minho really wants to be honest, he really wants to tell you.

You two have so much to talk about.

He looks at you as you hit the dance floor with the group and he's just not sure when or how to do this— how to even act around you because you're the girl he's always loved. You're the girl he imagined spending his entire life with. But you're also the same girl he hurt so, so deeply.

He's the one who brought you all this love, along with all this hurt, and he'll never forgive himself for it.

He wishes it wasn't so difficult because when he looks at you, he wishes he could love you time and time again— like the world was due to end any minute now.

That's way too selfish of him, though. He's already been selfish once, and he won't dare to be that selfish again. He'll try not to.

Not if it hurts you.

Jisung joins Yeong-su and the groomsmen for a little after party at a nearby bar, while Chan and Seungmin busy themselves with rounds of Mario Party in the room. You decide that you want to walk and experience more of the ocean, listening to the waves crash against the sand under the cool weather.

"I'm going to walk around the hotel."

"Wait, do you want one of us to come?" Chan's eyes are fixated on the screen in front of him as he furiously presses the button on the controller.

"No, it's okay. I just wanted to take a quick walk and sit by the water for a minute. I'll come back." You stand at their doorway and give them a small smile.

"You su— ah, fuck off dude!" Seungmin yells. "Are you sure, Y/N?" He repeats to finish off his previous thought.

"More than sure." You give them one last wave before heading out the door. After the wedding, you quickly took a shower and threw on some cotton shorts, a baby tee and a loose zip-up to protect you from the colder breeze at this time of night. You zip it up halfway, tugging on the zipper as you step into the elevator and head down to the first floor. It's still pretty lively, with guests at the restaurant and bar. Just as you send a text to your uncle to let him know you're okay, you do a double-take when you catch a familiar face sitting in the same exact dining area where you and Seungmin sat yesterday.

You don't say much, but you're quick to find out that you don't need to. As if his instinct told him to turn right at the moment, he does. He catches your eyes as he's about to take another sip, a subtle smile forming at the corner of his lips when you shyly wave. He sets the glass down and lets the waiter know he's finished, acknowledging him once more before making his way over to you. He smiles a bit, but you can tell he's nervous [partially tipsy, too].

"I didn't think I'd run into you out here." Minho says, making you chuckle as he continues to walk alongside of you.

"I wanted to walk around and sit by the water for a bit."

"Not tired?" You shrug.

"I am, but I wanted to get a better view of the ocean before leaving." You look up at him. "I could ask you the same."

"I figured I'd explore around too."

"See." You giggle.

"What's Chan and Seungmin doing?"

"Playing Mario Party." He chuckles.

"Of course." It's silent for a bit before the two of you head down the steps and finally hit the sand. "They didn't wanna join?"

"I mean they asked, but I told them they didn't need to. Don't wanna interrupt their session."

"They'll live." You laugh a bit and nod.

"It's alright." Minho catches you take in a deep breath before exhaling, biting onto your bottom lip as you slowly take steps forward, closing in to the water. It falls silent between you two, but it's a comfortable silence. You take in the view, while Minho observes you.

Calm.

Beautiful.

So—

"So pretty." His head tilts to the side because yes, you are.

"Yeah, it is."

"I think I want to draw or paint this when I get back home." You quickly snap a photo.

"You should." You look at him and give him another small, toothless smile before sitting on the sand. Minho stands for a bit before he finally sits next to you— legs propped up while his hands rest on his knees. "How's all of that going?"

"I don't know. Better? Finally feeling some kind of inspiration to get back into art." You smile out towards the water. "I haven't done much yet. But either way, it's refreshing."

"That's good. How are the pottery classes?"

"Fun." You shrug. "Keeps me busy." You tuck your knees to your chest and look at him again. "I think I wanna work at the florist shop near Sunday Morning."

"Really? That'll be fun, too." Minho chuckles a bit. "You sure you're ready?" You nod.

"Yeah, think so. I feel ready. San said I should go for it, too." Minho's smile slowly fades. Of course he did.

"How's that?" He forces himself to ask, though he's afraid of the answer. Selfishly so. Here he goes, already failing with being selfish.

"Which? San?" You ask him, genuinely confused about the question.

"Mhm."

"He's becoming a good friend. We hang out, we talk."

"As long as he's good to you, Y/N." He's not even sure what direction that statement is going, but whatever it is— he truthfully and wholeheartedly means it. If San is what will make you happy, then he will let you be happy.

That's the most important.

"It's good company, that's all." Your arm brushes against his, but you don't react much about it. "Enough about me though, what about you?"

"I'm a boring person."

"Clearly not if we're bestfriends." You chuckle a bit.

"All I do is exist, Y/N. Truthfully. I just work, dance, cook." Minho laughs at how pathetic he's making himself sound right now, but it's true. It's all he does.

"Well, what about Kat?" He shivers a bit. It's weird how her name used to be like venom. Now, it's.. nothing?

"Kat?" He repeats and looks at you. You nod at him so innocently and it hits him how much the accident has changed you. Of course, not your fault. But it goes to show how difficult it's been having to adjust. "We— she— that's not really a thing anymore, I guess?"

"So, you two were dating officially?"

"No. Never. We casually saw each other but that's all." He swallows the lump in his throat.

"I'm sorry, Minho."

"No need." He chuckles. "We were never going to be serious. I just finally learned how to walk away from it. The hard way."

"I hope you really are okay." You rest your chin against your knees.

"I am. Don't worry about me." It falls silent for a moment before you call for him.

"Minho?"

"Yeah?"

"This is nice. I.. haven't been able to talk to you much, so it's nice to hear your voice more." He smiles before his head drops and he shakes his head.

"I know, I'm sorry. I just get occupied, and I always try to keep myself busy. Plus, I wanted to give you your space for a bit."

"I understand." You sigh. "This must be weird for you."

"No." He shakes his head. "It's not weird or anything. Don't ever think that."

"You feel distant."

"I'm not gonna lie, it's difficult because a lot has changed." He looks at you before tearing his eyes away. "I'm terrible at coping, and I'm terrible at dealing with big changes. All my own personal struggles, that's all."

"I get that."

"But I am sorry you feel that way. I know I should've done better, especially as your bestfriend. I haven't acted like it."

"It's okay, Minho. You don't have to apologize."

"I do. You deserve that from me." He looks at you again and his eyes soften. How he wishes he could pull you close, hold you, reassure you through a kiss on the forehead.

He feels his heart sink to the pit of his stomach, so he shifts and focuses on the water, listens to the waves crashing against the sand.

Maybe one day, he'll be able to look at you for longer.

"I wish you didn't leave so quickly after you brought me home from the clinic."

"I wanted you to get your rest."

"Jisungie was there. I was looking for you. I wish you stayed." This is what makes it difficult. You looked for him. He feels like it's been forever since that happened.

"I'm sorry." He replies softly. "I'll make it up to you, okay?"

"You can by staying and not hurrying away next time." You feel your heart thumping in your chest, and you're not sure why you feel so shy, so nervous around Minho right now. The root feeling you get with him is unfamiliar, strange— falls into the category of known unknowns. But, one thing is for sure: you crave Minho's company.

"I can do that." You nod before letting out a small yawn into your elbow. "Maybe we should head back so you can sleep?"

"Yeah, I think the exhaustion is finally hitting me." You giggle, watching as Minho stands and dusts himself off. He puts out a hand, letting you grab onto his to help pull you up to do the same. "At least I got to enjoy the ocean." You turn to him as you start to walk back into the hotel. "Thanks for spontaneously joining me."

"Of course."

"Are you on the fourth floor too?" He shakes his head.

"I booked my room a little last minute so I'm on the seventh." He digs his hands into his pockets. "Is Jisungie back?"

"No. He probably won't be back until later."

"Hm." He hums as he presses the elevator button.

"I think we're getting breakfast tomorrow right? Us 5?"

"Mhm. If Jisung is alive." You laugh and step inside.

"True. He'll be a mess later."

"Do you wanna sleep in my room?" You raise a brow at him and he instantly retracts. "Oh no, no— sorry, I meant like, you can sleep in my bed— fuck." He groans. before gathering his thoughts again. "We can switch. So you don't have to deal with him later." You laugh.

"It's alright. If I need help, I'll call you. How about that?"

"Fair enough."

"I'm sure he'll be okay." The elevator dings when it his the fourth floor. "Thanks again for the company. I'll see you tomorrow morning?"

"Yeah." You smile.

"Goodnight, Minho."

"Goodnight." His eyes are glued onto you even as you turn on your heel and walk down the hallway, the elevator doors closing in front of him.

Now, he feels empty.

He's left with another piece of his heart broken, left with the unbearing sadness and anxiety he feels every time you walk away from him.

How do you continue to love someone who doesn't remember you the way you remember them— who doesn't love you the way you love them?

☁︎ FLASHBACK | A NIGHT DURING FRESHMAN YR IN COLLEGE

"Ouch, fuck!" You whine as you almost slip on the dirt, making your way up the stupid fucking hill behind campus. "If I break my ankle or fall, this will be all your fault Lee Minho."

"You're fine! We're almost there, princess." He laughs loudly as he watches you struggle climbing up the somewhat steep hill. Minho holds his hand out for you to grab, giving you some leverage to tackle the dirt path. You squeal a bit when you feel him pull you upwards, letting out a laugh when you finally get your footing together on flat ground.

"All this for the tower." You dust yourself off and look up at the abandoned watch [fire?] tower nestled up in the hills behind campus. "So worth." You turn to look at the town's view ahead.

"Atta girl." Minho smiles and nods towards the tower. "Come, let's go up the stairs and sit up there." He swings the rusted, metal gate open to lead you to the stairs.

"We're not gonna get in trouble, right?"

"Baby, baby, baby." He says in a certain tone. "Are we really asking that question?"

"Well, I don't know!" Minho steps aside to let you climb up the steps first. "Campus security could see us from down there and catch an attitude about us being here at this time!"

"Then we'll just tell them we're not getting any younger. It's a must to explore what's outside of campus before we're thrusted in the real world." You snort as you reach the end, feet stepping onto the platform. It isn't an incredibly huge tower— quite frankly, it's tiny and you're not even sure why the dang thing existed in the first place. But, there's nothing eery to it at all. It's a nice spot to have these moments.

"A prophet. I am dating a prophet."

"Maybe." Minho laughs as he sits on the platform and takes a swig of his water. "Sit with me. Please?" Is all he says when he reaches for your hand and gently pulls you in between his legs. You sit contently, letting Minho lazily wrap his arm around your neck before planting a kiss on your temple.

"It's a perfect night." You look up at the dark, night sky, counting as stars in your immediate view. You feel your body into Minho's as he adjusts his position and holds you closer to him. "Thanks for taking me up here, love."

"Course." He gives you a small smile. "Just don't tell Ji or else he's gonna be pissed. He's been wanting to do the hike up here but I keep telling him I'm too lazy."

"Too lazy, huh?" You chuckle.

"Gotta make princess happy first and foremost." He boops the tip of your nose, making you slightly turn over your shoulder to meet his eyes.

"Hey, babe?"

"Hm?" He hums as he gently pushes the hair away from your face.

"What do you think life would be like for us in a couple of years?"

"Well." He lets out a breath as you lay back on him, the both of you watching the hustle and bustle of the town. "I'd be owning a café. You'll be teaching art, maybe opening your own little boutique for it. We'd probably live together, and I'll start stressing on how to propose to you as time continues to go on—"

"Woah, propose?" You smirk and playfully push him. "Is that so?"

"I thought we were looking at us in the future?"

"Cute. Do you think we're too young to think like that?" Minho shakes his head.

"Maybe." He presses a kiss to the top of your head. "But I'm sure of it. I think that counts for something." You let out a soft, breathy laugh.

"Yeah, you're right." You nod and lay back on him. "I like that. I like future us."

"Good." You scoff before laughing. Minho continues to stare at you, smile slowly fading when his eyes shift from yours, to your lips— back up to your eyes. "So pretty."

"It's nighttime." He shrugs as he leans in slowly.

"And? Can still see you perfectly." He mumbles just as his lips brush against yours— sending tingles down your spine. You subtly bite onto your bottom lip, closing in on the kiss. Minho holds the kiss for a moment before he inches back, coming in for another shortly after. This time, his tongue lightly glides across your bottom lip; his way of asking for permission to take the kiss a little deeper.

And you let him.

You slightly turn to position yourself better, hand coming up his neck, jaw, cheek, just as he sucks onto your bottom lip and tugs it back. You let out a soft sigh, smiling into the kiss as Minho continues.

"Maybe—we should—" You kiss him. "Head back?" He nods, giving you one last peck on the lips.

"Yeah." You prepare to stand and dust yourself off when Minho grabs your wrist. "Hey, babe?" You turn to look at him when he gets himself up. "I love you."

"I love you, too." You smile and kiss him on the tip of his nose.

☁︎ END

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potatomountain · 1 year

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TLaM Chapter 4

“Warm Welcome”

mutant reader x human ateez- Seonghwa Focus

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: there will be potential triggers for anxiety and mental illnesses all throughout this story. Not all characters are nice at first.

AN: not all chapters are going to be long, a reminder a lot of the times i don't edit my works and that this is a slow burn, its going to take awhile for mc to meet and trust each of the eight but she’ll get there!

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Before he could reply or react, our attention was grabbed by a door swinging open a bit loudly and the soft pitter patter of someone's hurried steps: a very small someone. I saw them first, a Typhon child rushing into the room and up to Seonghwa, wrapping her arms around his legs just as he fully turned to the commotion.

"Ah, Eun Yeong, is something wrong?" Gently he reached down and rubbed the girl's bright orange hair, avoiding the three horns that were protruding through the strands an inch from her front hairline. The girl's wide vibrant red eyes were fixated on me, her black-tipped nose flaring as she breathed in my scent.

As if finally registering Seonghwa's words she looked up at the much taller man, shoulder level with his knees. "Other kid sleeping, but I want to play." She pushed out her pouty lips and I noticed a scab in them, most likely from the constant grazing of her fangs.

Seonghwa peeled the young girl off his legs and knelt down in front of her, motioning back towards me. "I'm with another guest right now Eun Yeong, I can play with you later."

She huffed out, brushing him off and instead taking the two steps towards me. Her skin was naturally tanned, if a bit more with an orange tone than most, and she had freckles running over her bare arms and shoulders that were a deep black, giving a beautiful contrast to the blue and pink sundress she wore; she seemed a polar opposite to my own Typhon characteristics.

We locked eyes over my tea cup as I took another sip, waiting for whatever this girl was going to do next. Just behind her Seonghwa seemed to be waiting as well, brows pulled up and together with obvious concern; even more so when she lifted a finger to point at me. "You wanna play?"

I nearly choked on my tea, setting it down as I cleared my throat and gathered my bearings. Seonghwa pulled her a few steps back and immediately began to apologize for her but I held up a hand to stop him. "She's fine I just-" I have never been asked that by a child, even the few Typhon children I had seen would stick to their parents and were very skittish as they often could sense the animosity towards them. "I didn't expect this. Her name is Eun Yeong?"

"Mhmm! I'm four!" With a toothy grin she escaped Seonghwa's hold and pulled herself onto the ottoman next to me. "Will you play?"

I could feel warmth radiating off of her, and I had to stop myself from leaning into her. "Seonghwa was going to give me a tour after I finished my tea." I pointed out, noticing the speckles went all the way down to her bare feet, the tips of her toes black. While I had initially declined, the girl had my curiosity even more peaked about this place.

"Can I join?"

"Eun Yeong… it's her first time here." Seonghwa began to protest before I could, still watching the two of us cautiously. It was clear he didn't want to scare me off, which was the opposite of what humans usually wanted.

I shook my head, feeling the corners of my lips lifting as I met the girl's eyes once more. "I don't mind if you join us… in fact I insist." With the young child next to me I felt a bit more relaxed in this new place, as if she was a little sun or ball of energy to ease the tension in the air as well as warm it up.

The way her features lit up, gasping with pure joy, solidified my decision. "Yays! I can tell you all the best places to nap!" With gusto she pushed herself off the seat and grabbed Seonghwa's hand. "Did she meet Mister Woo yet?"

He shook his head, letting out a soft sigh as he stood up. "No, Woo isn't here today, Eun Yeong. She can meet him next time if she wants…" He glanced up to meet my gaze just as I took another sip of my tea. "Wooyoung is my kitchen help and he often plays with the children here." He clarified, which I was grateful for.

With a soft nod I went silent, focused on the tea as Seonghwa turned his full attention to the Typhon girl. "You didn't ask for her name, Eun Yeong, what are you going to call your new friend?"

She gasped dramatically, turning to me with her brows pushed together. "Oh no- I was rude. Don't tell Yuyu!" Lips still against the tea cup I watched as the girl knit picked at her appearance and posture until she was bowing formally. "Nice to meet you, I'm Eun Yeong, and you are?"

Just to make her wait I finished off my tea, slowly setting it down. She looked adorable glancing up at me impatiently through the orange fringe, fidgeting her hands in front of her as she waited for my reply. I told her my name, watched her stand back up with relief, and then continued with "but you can call me whatever you like."

"Then Unnie?"

Well… I don't think I've ever met a more straightforward person in my life, and this girl was just four. "Sure." Happy with my acceptance, she bounced on her feet, giggling and glancing at the hall. I didn't think she was going to wait much longer, so slowly I pushed myself off the ottoman, filling up the tea cup. "How about I drink this during the tour? There is a lot of tea anyway."

She let out a low squeal, tugging on Seonghwa's arm and looking up at him just as he locked eyes with me. "If that's what she wants then let's start the tour. It's not much, I assure you."

"It is already plenty, Seonghwa, I'm excited to see the rest." Admittedly I was, even with my nerves still on edge and every little sound filtering in my mind for any sign of danger.

This place was already so welcoming it was hard not to like it… but for that reason alone I didn't want to trust it. If I didn't know Seonghwa's father, someone I trusted, I probably wouldn’t have rethought the tour and even ignored the child; but I wanted to make an effort.

After a small moment of hesitation, Seonghwa nodded and then motioned towards the arch. "This is our lounge, across the hall is the children's room. Eun-Yeong?"

"Yes! Come see!" The fiery child rushed ahead of us and into the hall, holding onto the door knob until both Seonghwa and I were behind her. She pushed the door open with more care than she had left the room earlier, then stepped inside.

The room was large, not as big as the lounge area but decent. I was expecting a typical children's room like on TV, but this was different. One corner of the room was set up as a children's reading corner with different sizes of colorful chairs. Another corner of the room seemed to be a makeshift fort with several layers built in as it reached the ceiling. Between the two setups were three little teepees, and I could make out a pair of feet sticking out of the left one by the fort. That must be the other kid Eun-yeong mentioned.

The corner to the left of the door was organized with several shelves for toy bins, with a few desks to the right of the door and a full black chalkboard wall with rules written on it as well as basic words and lessons.

It was well organized, not too colorful or chaotic but it wasn't lacking either. The center of the room held an array of small tables for toys, dollhouses to the left and more play room just under the windows to the right, neither were cluttered and plenty of space between them all.

"This is a neat room…" It actually looked fun, a stark contrast to the play rooms I had as a child. "What else is there?"

Eun-yeong pouted at my eagerness to move on, her hands finding purpose on her hips. "This is the best room though!"

Seonghwa seemed to be fighting off laughter. "For you maybe, but not for us adults."

"Being an adult sounds boring."

This time he did laugh at her sassy counter, my own lips pulling up into a grin, a small giggle leaving me. "It is boring, stay young forever."

Eun-yeong sighed as if she had many worries on her mind, shaking her head. "Silly adults. Come, I show you next room." Taking the lead she walked past us and out into the hall. Still laughing, Seonghwa and I followed. I busied myself with a drink of my tea while Seonghwa shut the door and followed after the small girl.

"What room are we going to show her next?" A few meters down the hall we came to a stop in front of a crossroads of shorts. To the left was a partition, a few computer monitors could be seen over it on a desk with a door behind it labeled "office". To the right were stairs, and straight ahead there was a kitchen door on the right.

Eun Yeong looked at her options, weighing them heavily. "They're all boring!" Huffing, she turned to look up at Seonghwa with a pout. "What do you think?"

"Well- why don't we just tell her?"

"Fine." The girl turned to me, the teacup pausing against my lips. "The stairs go to the rooms for the others."

"There are rooms for rent upstairs for Typhon's, but I budget with them or just have them help out around the place as payment." Seonghwa clarified as I just nodded, lowering the cup.

Eun Yeong pointed to the door by the stairs. "The kitchen. Woo is usually in there!"

Seonghwa quickly added on "Our residents are also welcome to help themselves but guests like you I enjoy taking care of." The smile he sent my way was sweet, genuine, but didn't relax me as I knew it's intention was.

"And there-" Eun Yeong continued as she pointed to the office. "Mister Sangie works there sometimes! But it's really Hwa's space."

"She means Yeosang, he's a friend of Wooyoung's who's very good with tech. He installed my security and comes by to update or check for problems occasionally." Once more I was thankful for his clarification but…

"Why are you telling me all this? I'm simply a guest right?"

He paused, tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he thought it over. "Well, my father has talked about you quite a bit so I wouldn't say that. I hope you, more than anyone, can enjoy this place to your heart's content."

I frowned, looking down at my nearly empty teacup. "I see… I'm going to finish my tea now, thank you for the tour." I bowed my head a bit and turned on my heel.

"I- Blue wait…" I had managed only a handful of steps before the human had caught up to me, standing in my way. "Did I make you uncomfortable? If so I'm sorry I-"

"You didn't make me uncomfortable, Seonghwa, I haven't gotten comfortable enough to become uncomfortable just yet." I stopped him, looking up through my lashes despite the eye contact making me uneasy. "That is nothing against you or this place, I just- it's very new to me. All of this. And it is a bit much."

I ignored the whirlwind of emotions he showcased, my only familiarity with this reaction being his own father and even that was limited. Shifting, I moved past him and back into the lounge area. "Please don't fret, despite my unfamiliarity with all this, I don't necessarily dislike it." I really just didn't know how to handle it, or how to process this.

The tavern was warm and welcoming in ways that felt unsafe to me, simply because they were new and unfamiliar.

Seonghwa followed behind, stopping just inside the archway as I stopped at the table and tea. "Alright… shall I leave you to your tea?"

Turning to face him, as I felt I owed him that much, I froze in place as a new face entered my line of sight: the sleeping figure was now staring me down. He was human, despite my initial confusion over his bright orange and red hair, there were no other signs or indications he wasn't. He seemed to still be quite drowsy, his stare hazy as he blinked dark eyes into focus.

A chill ran down my spine as the man's full lips pulled into a boyish grin, waving a large hand in greeting. He didn't seem shocked to see an unfamiliar Typhon here, which given the nature of the business made sense; yet he greeted me as if I was just another friendly human.

I was far too confused by his actions to notice Eun-yeong run in, not until she was squealing and jumping into the strangers arms. "Minnie!! You woke up!"

Panicked, I did the only thing I could do without bolting or changing- I glanced at Seonghwa out of the corner of my eye with a silent plea for help.

He seemed to catch on, stepping between the stranger and myself. "We have a guest, would you like to introduce yourself and head into the playroom?"

Eunyeong had a different idea. "Can't Unnie come with?"

"Miss Blue is overwhelmed right now, Eunyeong, we need to give her space." Once more I was astonished by Seonghwa's gentle tone and kindness for Typhons in general. It truly felt as if Typhon's were treated no different than humans here- I couldn't wrap my head around it.

"Oh, a newcomer?" The stranger's deep voice startled me, the back of my thigh hitting the table behind me when I jumped back. I held my breath when he looked around Seonghwa with that same boyish grin. "Welcome, I'm Mingi. I'm usually here with Eunyeong."

They are being so kind I should be polite.

Easier said than done, a frightened mewl left my lips when I tried to speak, eyes now wide as saucers. The three stared at me, perplexed, but I could only shake my head.

Limit reached.

Speech was out of the question so I pointed to the tea, then Seonghwa, and bowed my thanks, rushing out of the tavern in a heavy jog.

I didn't stop until I was at the subway entrance, out of breath.

Only when I descended the stairs and people scurried out of my way did I realize I left my hat and glasses back at the Tavern- and I didn't pay either. Sure he said the tea was free but…

I suppose it was more reason to consider going back… could I actually muster up the courage though?

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bunnyabricot · 4 months

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In the middle of the night 🌾🌑🌊

✧ pairing : Yeong Shin x reader

✧ warning(s) : smut ; “one night stand”, piv, pet name (angel), unprotected sex, etc etc, kind of au (takes place after the story), slight ooc bc I can’t write, spoiler about the character, mention of alcohol and loved ones dying, sliiight suicidal thoughts

✧ summary : He has a stressful life and you propose your help to make him relieve some stress.

✧ words : 6.1k

✧ a/n : the fact that I go from Max Verstappen to a character from an underground kdrama is so me. It’s called diversity dw😻😻😻(+ I’m a whore for this man.)

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It was night. The people was long asleep except for the drunkards and those overthinking their regrets. Yeon Shin was one of them. Since the beginning of his life it only felt like regrets. Regret of not being able to provide to his sick family, the regret of leaving them to give them a better life and finally the regret of them dying while he wasn’t there. He felt like that no matter what he’s doing, it’s never the right answer and his loved ones are always the ones suffering the consequences.

The only reason that he isn’t in the first category is because he at least has the decency and enough intellect to know that drowning his problems with alcohol isn’t gonna solve anything. And even if his fuzzy mind shutting up for once without blaming him sounds nice, he doesn’t have the heart to do it. He prefers to go to the graves of the people of the former village and remember them as he should.

He often asks himself what would have happened if he stayed in the village. Would he have been able to save them ? Would he be dead like all of them ? He sometimes secretly wished he would have stayed for this exact reason but he would never say that to anyone. Or so he thought.

After the literally inhuman slaughter, he kept his job of a chakho, which means a tiger hunter. He didn’t have anything best to do anyway now that he lost his motivation of coming back to his family with ressources. He had no one to go back to. No village, no family, no loved ones, no home. No one. He was all alone and it was sometimes oppressing. Waking up alone, eating alone 3 times a day, ashamed to admit it, only twice or once from times to times since he doesn’t have anyone to remind him, and eating in silence with his self-conscious self wasn’t the best company. And finally ending the day and going to sleep all alone not really eagerly knowing that tomorrow will be the same.

To put to an end his loneliness, he admits he has already called the service of a prostitute, having a good pay from being a chakho, he thought half convinced “Why not give it a try ? What’s best to do ?”. But he felt so uncomfortable, it was so unnatural that he shut her down before they could even do something serious. If this is how it is, he would rather stay alone. He got used to it now.

Has he really ? Once again, it’s himself against the world in the middle of the night. He is near a lake, tall reeds and weeping willows near him as the silver moon shines brightly in the dark blue sky and reflects perfectly in his puppy black eyes.

You were just out for your night walk as usual, taking the same comforting and soothing paths surrounded by nature when you saw a figure near the lake where you usually stop to rest. You furrowed your brows trying to decipher whether it’s a familiar frame or not. You shivered from the cold night but also from the fear of a stranger being alone with you with nobody to call if you were in need of help. Or was it excitement ? You never really talked to anyone after all. Your job of a physician consisted of bandaging strangers, gathering medicinal herbs and checking on them to see whether they are doing better or not. But who checked on you ? You sadly didn’t have any friends. You didn’t have the time to, being overly booked with patients these times. You heard that people are being extra careful now after a deadly and chaotic virus appeared a few villages from where you are. They would rather check in regularly than catch it it appears.

No matter what, you weren’t working at the moment. You needed those alone walks at the end of the day to calm down and remain sane. The days were difficult for everyone and some rich customers think it’s okay to talk to you like you’re a dog because of their superior class. You hated how the place you are born and simply luck decide your place for the rest of your life, how some people are being pampered without earning it while you drown with work just to be able to live like a decent human being and have the right to eat.

Even at this moment, your caring nature of a physician comes back no matter what and the fear transform into worry for the person facing you back. They haven’t moved since a long time. You take your courage and walk slowly toward the stranger. After you get closer to the shadow, you realise that it is a man. He is sitting down, face toward the grandiosity of the horizon. He remains calm despite your noises which only make your anxiety grows. Was he conscious ? Every person in their right mind would be alarmed from unidentified sounds from behind them. But him, no.

You finally decided one last solution as you were standing just near him. You clear up your throat to get his attention.

It finally paid off as he turns his head to your direction. He seems quite intrigued by your presence but you couldn’t read accurately what he was thinking.

He looks mesmerising. From his sharp features and deep eyes to his slightly furrowed eyebrows. His hair was in a bun but a few strands were falling out of his hairstyle and you could only guess the length of his hair when he wasn’t tying them up and how charming he could look. Despite his cold gaze on you, you felt like you were melting.

He quickly regain control of himself and asks harshly “What do you want ?”. You were taken aback by his tone and stuttered an answer. “I-I was just passing by and saw you there a-and you weren’t moving so I just wanted to check up on you to see if you were doing alright” You gulp as you said this as quick as possible, unconfident under his emotionless eyes.

He frowns. “Why would you check up on a stranger ?” You stayed silent, not knowing what to respond. He doesn’t seem to understand that you acted simply by charity. “What a stupid idea, this could have ended badly if it was someone dangerous.” he scoffs and looks away. Now it was your turn to frown. Why was he caring ? Is it unbelievable to see an unmoving shadow far away and wish to verify its still alive ? You decide to respond to his unhidden attack by teasing him. “Oh. Are you not someone dangerous then ?” You half jokingly say, needing subconsciously to be reassured about his intentions. You peek his interest as he turns his head to look back at you. He tilts his head and grins almost imperceptibly. “I could be.” He simply says which didn’t suppress your worries and instead did the opposite. You chuckle unsurely and looked around. There wasn’t anything but trees, reeds and water. Not even one fisherman in your sight. After all what were you expecting at this late hour..? In any case, if he really turned out to be a menace you were screwed.

As you were looking around unaware of your almost frenetical state, his tired eyes stay on you the whole time, piercing into your soul and you could feel him reading you like an open book. “I’m not, do not panic.” He sternly responds. You shift, embarrassed by your manners. “sorry” You look at the ground and quietly mutter while smiling from your awkwardness.

You suddenly realise that you still don’t know why he is here all alone. You look up swiftly and energetically ask “You didn’t answer my question ! Are you alright ? My life could have been in danger but seeing someone all alone near a lake in the middle on the night is quite uncommon you may admit.” “all alone..” he mumbles under his breath and you don’t think you have clearly caught what he said. Did this handsome, strong man said he was alone ? Impossible. You thought he would at least have a wife waiting for him at home if not with children already. “Did you just say you were alone ?” You ask with a confidence coming from nowhere. You wonder how you can be so bold with someone whose name is still unknown. “You check up on a stranger at night, you ask impolite questions, you really have a death wish don’t you?” He spits in response to your lack of delicacy. Your burst of energy shuts down as fast as it came when he pronounced those words. “I- no that’s not what I meant..” you try to give him an apologetic look but you are only met with an irritated expression.

You breath and, still unsure of your actions, sit down next to him. You want to take your time this time. Everyone is gone and the only that could stop you is the golden sunrise reminding you of your duty. He looks at you with scrunched eyebrows and a confused and almost dismayed look on his face after you come closer to him right after he almost barked at you. “How can someone have such little sense or survival ?" he is wondering. “I am alone too. Otherwise why would I stroll in the middle of nowhere with nothing but a tiny bag.” You say in attempt to reassure him but actually saying it out loud made you realise the situation you were in and how pitiful you are. Your eyebrows went up as sadness hits.

“I’m Yeong Shin.” He breaks the mourn silence of your revelation. You turn your head to his, alongside him now that you are sat. “Nice to meet you Yeong Shin. My name is Y/n.” you respond to him smiling but eyes glassy from the tears that formed in your eyes. “After all I guess you are not alright. Do you to talk about it ?”. He scoffs outraged “Why would I spill my life to a stranger ?”. You guessed by his tough appearance and his mysterious demeanour that it wouldn’t be so easy. Still he was nice enough to give his name so you know you can have a nice conversation with him if you try enough. “What could go wrong ? We will probably never cross paths ever again, it’s late and dark so you don’t have to care about the curious ears or eyes, and sometimes, all you need is a nice deep conversation about your life and how you feel. Doctor advice.” You say positive of your words.

He looks at you to examine whether you were tricking him or not. But when all he could see was kindness and a caring soul he dared to open his heart.

He sighs and leans back on his hands. You did many therapy sessions as a physician. Mainly narcissistic wealthy people who were creating problems for themselves to feel like their life isn’t perfect. Anyways, you always made your clients lay down. Normally on a couch or a bed but you didn’t have any here obviously and the ground would be to hard or itchy. You dust off your dress and pat your lap. “Lay down.” You almost command. He looks at you like an alien. “..No way. I’m fine.” He says very confused by your odd request. “Look, when you talk about your life you have to lay down, it helps to make you feel relaxed and calm.” “Where do you even get this from ? It’s nonsense.” He doubtfully asks. You scoff “From me ? I’m a physician.” You state exasperated by his protests. Oh so you when you said “doctor advice” it was actually your own advice, he realised.

Normally, he would never ever even think about doing it. But something about you is so soothing and comforting. It could be your kindness and how you care about his well being whereas you don’t know him, just because your heart is telling you to. Maybe your soft hair and how they are put in an hairstyle that fits you and makes you more beautiful than you already are if this is even possible. Perhaps your kind features and pretty eyes who could make anyone trust you with one look and are making him weak in the knees, thankfully he is sitting down. Or was it your soft hands that are waiting patiently in your lap for him to come ?

He glances at you and he feels so little for an unknown reason. He gulps down and asks suspicious “What do you have in you bag ?”. You immediately open it to show him medicinal herbs and wild berries that you always gather when you make your way here. He looks at your bag and then at you as you give him a smile of reassurance. He is now forced to admit that you are indeed a kind hearted human who has no ill intentions. A part of him wished you weren’t, because now you are the first pure person that he has ever met who is nothing but generosity.

You are shining so brightly it hurts him. And it hurts him even more to admit that he is attracted to your person. Him, a dark lurking shadow, whose nothing but sins, sorrow and remorses. It pains him that he even have the right to look at an angel like you. He wonders if he’s going to die tomorrow. If so, he might as well enjoy his last moment. So, he carefully lays down while looking at you, now confusing reality and dreams, scared that you might vanish at any moment.

His head rests on your lap as you look at him, inhaling deeply. You brush your fingers in his hair, wanting to make him feel safe as you were feeling him very tense. “Is this okay ?” You ask, not sure if he felt comfortable with you combing his scalp. “Y-Yes..” he answers you in a soft voice, all cockiness from before long gone. “Should I untie your hair ?” You really want to see his hair, he’s probably even more charming with his long dark hair framing his face. You fantasise in your head almost giggling and kicking your feet but containing yourself for your own sake. “Do as you please.” He calmly replies. You reach for his bun and he tilts his head upward to facilitate you the access. You free his straight but fluffy hair. It makes you want to play with it even more. You comb it with your fingers as delicately as possible and he finally closes his eyes.

“So, what’s going on in your oh so mysterious life ?” You finally decide to ask. He scoffs. “It’s to long..” He says trying to avoid the sad talk, trying to focus on your delicate fingers massaging him. “We have all night..”. “I don’t know where to start, it’s to messy.” He finds another excuse. “I don’t mind, take your time.” You answer him proudly, having heard all of the said excuses before and knowing how to counter them. He sighs, defeated. “Are you sure ?”. “I am.”.

“Well I come from a poor family, from a poor village who is also composed of diseased people. They put them here because they cannot cure them and they’re a burden for the society..” he scoffs, disgusted. You can guess the nobles have said that. You think how it’s possible to just reject them as if they are insignificant. Ignoring them won’t solve the problem.. “I wanted to help my family financially. Since I am good at aiming, a group of tigers hunters called chakhos wanted to hire me despite my class. I left my family..and when I came back..” He marks a pause, eyes still closed, his words are stuck in his tight throat when he revives the scene in his mind. You knit your eyebrows expecting the worst.

“They were.. all gone. All of them disappeared. Their affairs were still there and I can only imagine the worst. I promised I would come back with money. And I did, but…” He sighs despaired. “I had no one, no family left. Yes I got paid but at what cost…” You looked in the horizon trying to process what you just heard. “But.. You don’t know where they went ?” You asks unsurely, scared of crossing a boundary. “I don’t know. It haunts me everyday. I have so many questions you know. What happened ? Why did they go ? Or more like why did they die..?” He reveals. You stay silent. “… I recently found their sepultures, they were cremated a few kilometres from all the houses and some incense was burning when I found the cemetery. I wonder, how did an entire village died in such a short amount of time..” He speaks. Once again, you stay silent. Unable to say anything. Your bottom lip was shaking from emotion and you wonder how is he so strong.

He sighs longly, thinking but soothed by your combing. “And here I am now. To answer your question, I am very alone indeed. I see no one. I sometimes hunt tigers for the chakhos when I need money, but it makes me mad to risk my life like this often. My journeys are all the same and it-“ He stops mid sentence as he feels something light dropping on his chest. And he realises, the fingers once brushing his scalp softly are now trembling. He swiftly looks at you and you are admiring intensely the swampy landscape in an attempt to avoid the tears in your eyes from spilling. That’s what fell, a tear, your tear. He quickly gets up from your lap, no longer feeling worried about himself when he sees you so helpless. Devastated, your bottom lip trembling, your cheeks wet from the tears that have already fallen, and you, trying to suppress your sad noises to not take his attention.

He panics, no longer feeling remorseful or soothed “W-What’s wrong ??” He asks while observing you. You didn’t seem hurt. Was his life too sad and tragic for a soft heart like you ? “Yeong Shin.. I’m sorry..” You say muttering between soba. “Why ?” He says, confused as ever. “You don’t deserve this..” You voice quiets out at the end of your sentence, becoming a whisper. Almost as if what you said was for you. To realise how someone like him can hide sadness and withdrawn because of their past.

You didn’t want to pity him. He didn’t needed your pity, that’s not why he opened up to you. You were supposed to listen, give him advice. But here you are, crying like a toddler because of something not even happening to you. To say that you are criticising the nobles for that.. How ironic.

You tried to calm yourself as he looks at you helpless and unsure of what to do. “M’sorry..” you repeat, embarrassed of needing him to comfort you, when after his confession, it should be the opposite. He couldn’t let you with a sad expression adorning your face because of him. He is uncertain of his action but no matter what, he surpasses his nonchalant character and his lack of confidence about physical attention for you. He tentatively reaches towards your vulnerable state and passes an experimental arm around you to rest his long and scarred hand on the back of your head while the other one is on your back, patting it slowly. You almost choke in your own tears from surprise. You forget to breath, afraid that if you move even a bit he might stop. “It’s okay..” He tries his best to comfort you despite having a hard time with being affectionate. You feel so safe in his strong arms.

Your breathing slows, your tears dry as he keeps holding you close during the whole time. Even if you are calmer than before, your mind keeps fusing, maybe even more than before. You can feel his hot breath and his messy but soft hair tickling your neck and you can’t help but gulp. He is so close and you feel yourself blushing at this thought, becoming extremely hot.

He unfortunately lets go of you and you are regretful of it not lasting longer. You could stay in his embrace the whole night if he asked you to. He looks at your redden but remorseful face and he thinks you look even sadder than before. “Was his hug creepy or not comforting enough..?” He asks himself, sheepishly self doubting.

You look at him with heart eyes, a thousand thoughts racing in your brain. In a burst of confidence, you put your hand on his cheek slowly to avoid scaring him. You tilt your head, put on your best doe eyes and offer in an innocent tone “I want to help you.”. He believes this is when he dies. Your adorable face and your tender gesture towards him make his mouth slightly agape. This is now his turn to blush. He manages in some way to mutter “How ?”. From his cute reaction and the way his cheek is burning under your touch, you guess the reaction to your gesture is positive. You prayed you didn’t misinterpret any signs.

Despite his tough aspect, he still cares about others. He showed it by comforting you whereas you weren’t even the one that needed to be comforted in the first place. He saw you crying, he didn’t think twice and tried to console you as a human being with a heart despite what he would like to make others believe.

And his look, god his look. The white moon reflects in his black eyes, making a mesmerising contrast of black and white. His emotionless, tough expression reflects his hard life and screams "don’t approach me" but he has such perfect features who would attract anyone that you can’t help but stare. From his high and elegant cheekbones, to his plump lips that you can’t help but stare. He is a fallen angel who slipped from the grasp of the sky, this is the only answer.

His hot look and his character are both amazing. It’s something important. If someone is attractive but vicious, you automatically lose any attraction, obviously. Yeong Shin seems incredible. Then what’s stopping you from having him now ? You wanted to help him, yes. Well you had an idea in the back of your mind waiting patiently for a confirmation.

“How can I help you ?” You repeat his question. Your hand that rested on his cheek traces agonising softly its way to his jaw, to his neck, brushing the tip on your fingers on his marked collarbones, to finally make your way on his shoulder. You brushed your thumb on his shoulder before approaching dangerously his ear. “You have such a stressful life, let me help you relax, mh ?” You whisper seductively in his ear before placing a sweet kiss right under it. His lids are low, he turns his head to look at you, a lustful look adorning his heated face. “Here ?” He asks while raising his brows, pleasantly stunned by your audacity. “It’s nighttime so nobody will hear us..” You respond immediately with a boldness you didn’t know you had. He couldn’t resist your face. Adoring eyes looking up at him, your lips slightly open with an innocent smile contrasting with your dirty ideas.

But before anything, he asks a question that can’t help but runs in his mind. “Is this because I told you I got some money ? Are you expecting to be payed..?” You are taken aback by the accusation, feeling quite offended but honestly can you blame him for asking ? Despite knowing him for not even an hour, you expected him to know you and your principles better. It was a foolish thinking of course, you understand his concern. “And here I thought we passed through the cold act already.. Look Yeong Shin, I don’t care about money, I care about you. And I want you. So bad.” You reply to him while looking into his eyes, needy. When he could see nothing but honestly and impatience, he could not believe you wanted him.

He looked down at your lips expectantly and you made the first move, crashing your lips into his. His rough lips move impatiently in sync with yours in a passionate kiss as your grab the back of his neck and his shoulder for support. As for him, he grabs your waist protectively. The kiss was heated, you both wanted each other so bad and it was obvious. He wasn’t letting you go, holding your waist tightly as he keeps his lips pressed against yours. He pulls you closer to him by your hips, your bodies now pressed close. Your hand goes up from his neck to his hair. You tug slightly on his black strands of hair and he frowns as he moans lowly into the kiss as a reaction, seeming turned on by it.

The kiss has a feeling of urgency into it, it was intense but you didn’t mind, at all. You moan into the hot kiss as you breathed out some air from your nose. Your sweet sound makes a reaction out of Yeong Shin. In fact, his cock is now painfully poking his trousers, aching from its restrain. He grips your clothes with both of his hands, attempting to control himself. The tip of his cock keeps brushing the tissue of his bottoms, teasing him furthermore, leading him to a painful yet sweet torture.

He stops the kiss a moment to catch his breath. His eyebrows furrow in neediness, and you bite your lips, aroused at the sight. He stares at you a few seconds, admiring your flushed face, before rushing towards your mouth like you are his oxygen.

You don’t even have the time to react to his action as he cuts you by slipping his tongue past your moisturised lips. You gasp slightly but quickly get ahold of yourself. You tug on his dark hair as he sneaks his long hand under your dress hungrily, kneading your plush thigh. You soft skin shivers from the cold night and thrilled at the same time by his commitment. You decide to do the same, trailing your unoccupied hand under his shirt. Tracing his chest muscles, feeling his abs under your fingertips. You touch every part that you could reach, wanting to remember every crease, every centimetres of his scarred skin.

You reach the hem of his shirt and tug it, hinting your intention as eagerness rises inside you. He immediately understand as he undoes the knot of his top as you remove it. You admire his broad chest as he urges you onto him, grabbing your back swiftly, pulling you closer. He kisses your neck, leaving wet kisses onto it like a starved man. He tugs slowly at the bow closing your dress, asking for approval. You nodded in response and it was the only affirmation he needed as he started to undress you. He opens your blouse and reveals your chest to your surroundings; the moon, the stars, the nature, and above all, the man before your very eyes. You nipples erected from the cold breeze stroking your exposed breasts, making you shiver. He touches ever so carefully your hips, now exposed skin, as if you could break at any moment. The contrast between his warm hands and the cold wind makes you weak.

You look up at him, biting your lips. He cannot resist you longer anymore. He opens the last tie of your dress, granting him a better access to where you needed him the most. Now depraved of any clothes, you felt immensely shy underneath him. The only thing preserving your intimacy from this stranger is now a tiny piece of clothing, your panties.

When he sees the wetness coating the fabric of your only remaining underwear he curses under his breath “Fuck..”. He thinks he is dreaming the sight before him. The pretty woman you are, displayed all for him, laying on the fresh grass, with nothing but your brief, plush and wet lips from your kiss, sweet eyes looking up at him expectantly. He swears an angel couldn’t be more beautiful.

He wants to take his time with you, you deserve it. But right now, after all the frustration building upon him, he can’t resist you any longer. He needs you, and from the look of your eyes, as much as you need him. Eyes don’t lie.

After long minutes of suffering, he finally discards his trousers, soon followed by his underwear. His cock now springs free and his angry red tip touches his lower stomach. You gulp at the sight. His cock is so pretty and you want him to ruin you. Ruin you for anyone else. He carefully removes your underwear and his eyes darkens at the view of you glistening cunt. And believe me, once he have seen you entirely naked under him, he intended to indeed ruin you.

You open your legs more, once feeling embarrassed from your state but now replaced by a sense of proudness when you saw this man losing his sense at the sight of your naked body. He lowers his torso to kiss you passionately. Your chests colliding, his dick brushing to your core agonisingly. You moan at the friction and he stops the kiss to finally give you what you both want. His tip slides along your pussy and he asks you with a deep voice “Do you want it angel ?”. Your hole clenches at the soft nickname and he grunts as he sees it. “Yes please..” you answer softly under your breath. What a good girl you were for him he thought.

He plunges softly into your entrance, trying his best not to be too harsh on you, a sweet angel. Your cunt flutters around him and you let out a high moan as you finally have him inside you.

After a few moment you start to unintentionally move your hips to have some friction of any sort. He understands your need and grabs your waist as he rocks back and forth. His hips hitting yours repeatedly, making a slapping sound. His thick cock is hitting your sweet spot perfectly and you’ve never felt this good. You grab his roots, trying to relieve some excitement. He hissed at the pain and chuckles deeply as he kisses your cleavage, ramming into you even harder. You let out pathetic sounds, feeling so powerless. You tits bounce to his harsh pace and he can’t help but stare at them.

You take a moment to appreciate the man before you, rearranging your guts like his life depends on it. His deep brown eyes not leaving yours, brown stands framing his worn out face, pearls of sweat forming on his forehead, mouth slightly open to breath out some air and escape low groans, and most of all, his expression. He looks at you as if you were a prized painting, examining your every reaction to a switch of angle, swallowing each erotic noises that escapes your soft lips. He looks out for you so carefully, his gaze so sweet like honey you might mistake him for a puppy.

He thrusts into you continuously, his head tilting backward, grunting as your soft cunt swallows him so tightly. He is too much for you. You’re too close. Your moans are getting louder and louder. His penis hitting the back of your womb so amazingly makes you see stars. Or is it just the starry night ? No matter what you know you won’t last longer. And so he is. “You’re taking me so well angel. Last just a little longer for me.” He asks almost as a request. You obediently do your best to please him, biting your lips to delay your building up release. As you try to refrain for coming, your cunt tightens around him, precum oozing out of his cock, easing his ruts inside you. You are making ur so hard to last, looking so pretty and attractive for anyone.

He furrows his eyebrows as he feels him coming close to the edge. “Where do you want it sweet girl ?” He asks quickly. “Inside !” You answers hurriedly, almost screaming. He is surprised by your answer but cannot bring himself to ask for confirmation as he feels himself coming inside you, stopping momentarily his pace. The feeling of his warm cum filling you all breaks you knot, and soon you also release pleading out.

His attention is all on you when you are coming. He admires you with low lids, the way your mouth opens and your face contorts in pleasure as you ride out your orgasm. He feels glad he could make you feel this way. Such a pretty girl, waisted because of him.

You try to regain composure as best as you can, calming your breathing as best as you can. Calming your pulsing organ, as you breath shakily. You swiftly gain back consciousness as you feel a kiss on your forehead. “Are you alright ?” He questions. You look at the man in front of you. Yeong Shin. Did you make him satisfied ? You hope so.

He pulls out of you and his cock is glistening with both of your arousal. “We made a mess” He states amused. You whine at the emptiness and he notices it. “M’sorry angel” he coos at your pitiful whining. You feel yourself blushing at your spontaneous yet embarrassing act.

He brushes your messy hair back, untangling some strands “You didn’t answer, are you feeling okay ?”. His concern touches you deeply. “I’m feeling amazing thank you Yeong Shin. Are you feeling relieved of some stress is the question though. It was the initial plan after all.” You says gently. He looks at you with fond eyes and blushes at the mention of his name leaving your lips so tenderly. “I am, thank you… For everything.” He answers.

You start to dress back slowly, delaying the time me where you’ll have to say your farewells. Despite it being a one time thing, you still felt empty at the thought of leaving him. He copied you in your actions, half-heartedly putting his clothes back on, mind absent in his though.

When you both look presentable again, you stand up. “Well..” You start awkwardly. He follows you again and gets up quickly. He stays silent. You avoid his gaze, if you will never face him again, you’d rather not remember his face, and that means stop staring at him. At his beautiful, mesmerising face. You can’t do it. You peek at him one last time. You find yourself both staring at each other dumbfounded. You divert your eyes almost immediately. “I’m glad I could have helped.” You say looking at your feet, waiting for something without really knowing why. “It was nice..” he started “..not just having sex, but.. Meeting you. You’re an amazing person Y/n.. I really mean it..” he breathes out the last part, desolated. You smile softly at his declaration. Already nostalgic at the memory of this magical night you’ll never forget. Still, you feel silly being fond of a stranger this quick. A stranger you had sex with, but a stranger nevertheless. This is a one time thing. All you wanted was to help, why did you feel so attached to him in the end..?

You turn around and he thinks this is it. Are you going to leave him like everyone else does ? The others sadly can’t help it, they’re all gone. But you, you are very much healthy and standing before him. He can’t let you go. He inhales a deep huff of air before asking more loudly than he intended “Stay with me, I don’t want you to leave..”. How greedy for him to ask for more, you just helped him out of pity and now he wishes further attention ? You hear him say this and your eyes shot open, turning around to look at him, hopeful. You take a step forward, approaching closer and he looks at you, seeking impatiently a response. You smile fondly at him and put a hand to his cheek. “I don’t want to leave you.” You whisper to him intimately. He lets out a huff of air he didn’t know he’d been holding and for the first time in a while, smiles sincerely, happy to have his feeling reciprocated.

Could this be the start of something good for him ? If it is with a person like you, he really wishes it is..

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e-chaechan-3 · 1 month

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MASTERLIST

SEO YUL X BLACK READER

“Woahhhhh!” I exclaim as I stare at the constellation plate that me and my sister’s father, Cho Chung bestowed upon us.

He smiles and looks down at the children who are boosting with raw emotion that can only be described as astonishment,

“Y/n” Father calls for me , resulting in me looking up at him in happiness

“ climb on my back” it was so out of the blue but the thrilling rush of excitement I got I didn’t pay any mind , and did so.Father then picked naksu up and held her while she smiled wildely, but the only thing on that face that was so carefree as if she was a butterfly in the world was now replaced with, Revenge.

I go back to that moment where we are happy , young…..innocent , and the smiles on our faces were real.

But now I have to put a smile on my whenever the Danju tells us to get rid of somebody but this time it’s 2 people , so me and Naksu would have to split. This time though I put up a fi—

That was a lie I have to do this , although it hurts me.

‘Yul ah , will you forgive me of this?’

I think with a sorrowful expression,as I hope to find a way out of this. Naksu is quiet about this and just goes along with it.

We get dismissed and begin our way to the victims who will sadly meet their supposed “fate” as the Danju would say.

"Cho yeong" I call out to my sister to get her attention , she turns around since she is walking ahead of me ready to comply to his orders.

"I-" I want to speak, I want to oppose, I want to go back to the times where it was just us and our father and how he would make chestnut rice, but I can’t.

She reacts to the one letter of the many words I want to say by the lift of her eyebrow.

"Never mind" I say with smile.I may feel as if the Gwanju is a great substitute for my father but that doesn’t mean I like his orders.

Naksu begins to turn around, but soon stops to turn back and gives me a hair tie, for my hair as it molds around my face,

I smile again, A real one this time and take, she has never seen me from being any different from a human being simply because I am black and no my mother and father didn’t cheat. As always it takes us some time because the people we are after………is one village away from songrim, so we have to be careful.

Naksu lets go off my hand, signaling to me that she is going to start the mission.I nod as away of communicating that I will be here the same time she will.

I turn around because I heard and seen her begin to walk and start to use her skills which I’ve always admired her for. She just does it so effortlessly and I do it as if it is pins and needles all over my body.

I turn around and begin to walk around the village , ‘wait’ my body shows as if it can speak "should I visit yul?"

"Why?"

I jump when I hear his voice behind me strong and firm. Yul.

"No reason I just wanted to check on you, seeing if my strong friend is still advancing at a fast pace?" I smile and shove him to the side, bumping carts he would call me.

He replies to my action with a gorgeous smile and a nod, by then by the looks of it is confused.

"Why are you all the way over here?"he looks around as if suspicious of me.

"The Danju gave us another mission that required me being here" I look down as to not let him see the guilt on my face , as if that would help.

"Oh, what was it?” With a look of interest in his eyes and a soft face as always , to Anyone else it looks emotionless, he questions me.

‘He’s always been so smart’

“Oh just for an order he placed to make peace with jinyowon" I say as if I didn’t just lie through my teeth. Yet. that simple lie warmed my heart after hearing seo yul laugh, I have never seen a sight so beautiful.

I smile at him and laugh too."what!? a peace offering with jinyowon?!"

"Yes" I reply to him with a non firm yes due to my cackling.

"Ya" I begin to call him "Do you want to get some sweets?" I ask him with a little hesitation in my tone.

"No" he replies back softly with a smile.

"Oh" In a state of shock and embarrassment evident in my irises, and complete confusion on why he is smiling I reply with.

"Do you want to hang out with me though?" he says back at me

‘Wait what’

My thoughts begin to go haywire but the clearest one is Yes,so that’s what I’d say.

"Yes" I smile.

He then begins to turn and walk away from the restaurant ahead of us, conviently known as the best one here. I begin to laugh loudly because it is clear that he is flustered and nervous because he lost his way.

"Yul it’s this way!" I yell running to him and grabbing him by the arm.

"Oh" he looks down and smiles softly (YALL KNOW THE SMILE IM TALM BOUT HE JUST SO BEAUTI- let me stop)

"Lets go" he says looking forward and smiling still, enjoying myself too much I forget all about the mission and how made the Danju would be if he found out I was out catching feelings for someone and not doing my mission.

If only I knew the regret I would feel for not having a care in the world and just enjoying myself.

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sunnyeong · 2 years

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the constellation on your face 💫

yeong's note ♡ the very long-awaited oneshot is here~! i rushed this as well unfortunately, but i do hope to know if i’ve improved on this or not :D

yeong's song recommendation : astronomy - conan gray

SUMMARY

"riki, your moles align to constellations. are you pretending to be a night sky?" you tease, glancing at him with a daring smile plastered all over your face.

"oh, shut up, (y/n)."

"i'd love to be your constellation, the one you'd point out over and over again." he mumbles softly as you sleep, moments before he takes his moment and drifts off as well.

★ pairings : boyfriend!ni-ki x scared gn!reader

★ genre : fluff, slight crack, reader and ni-ki camping :D

★ warnings : intended lowercase.

11:54 p.m. was the time you last checked your phone-- well, before it lost battery. you went camping in the mountains with a few friends and your boyfriend. to your surprise, you were trembling more than usual outings like these, and your boyfriend learned that since the first step into the forest.

“if you keep opening the tent to check outside, something will eventually get here and attack us first, you know?” ni-ki taunts, cackling at the way you check outside.

you were such like this because you kept hearing things. at some points, you’d even get paranoid that there’s some creature outside from a horror movie. “shh.” you shush him, laying back down. ni-ki being the absolute tease he is, simply laughs as if he’d have an evil plan.

“it’s so dark.. what if something just pops up and gets us out of nowhere?” you were afraid about getting eaten by a bear or bitten by a snake when you were camping, ni-ki was well aware that you’d need to be distracted to lure those thoughts away.

“riki, your moles align to constellations. are you pretending to be a night sky?” you scoff playfully, trying to get back at him.

“oh, shut up, (y/n)!” he blurts out, facing the other way. yes, it’s actually confusing to think you both are a couple despite the way you both taunt eachother, but it’s yours and his love language.

minutes and minutes pass, you stop checking outside. though, your eyes are still wide open, even if you’re probably the sleepiest as ever. “there’s seriously nothing outside, (y/n), trust me.” ni-ki sighs, noticing your terrified face expression being displayed on you. not one response came out of your mouth at all, so he decided to take a risk.

“very well, i give you my very consent to do that thing you do to my moles.” he mumbles quietly, facing you. in delight, you immediately look at him and smile ever so brightly. simply approving your reaction, he nods and closes his eyes.

through your relationship together, he’d always enjoy the way your fingers trace over his delicate skin as you connect his moles into different constellations. it was his comfort, and also yours. without a doubt, you point out your index finger and slowly start at the one near his eyebrow, trailing down to his left eye gently.

though you can’t always see it, he falls asleep with you doing that. though he’s not such a ‘physical affection’ type of person (unless it comes to him sleeping without a body pillow), he still memorizes every single pattern you trace on his face. it’d either start by the chin, in front of his ear, under his nose, wherever you’d like it to start on.

this time, you simply just traced your finger randomly on his moles, visualizing a constellation. it was pitch black now that the lamp was off so you couldn’t see his moles, but ni-ki was kind enough to guide your index finger on one in case you poke his eye or tickle him.

"i'm serious though, your moles always sum up to a rhythm of pretty constellations. i wish i had such.." you say quietly, trying to hold back a yawn. you're not even as surprised, he simply stays quiet.

without even 5 minutes passing, your boyfriend notices you breathing more quietly, and that your finger had no presence around his face anymore. he smiles slightly, settling in. and yes, there were unfortunately no body pillows you brought due to limited car space, so he mentally sighed and hugged your arm gently, hoping he doesn’t cause any harm.

"i'd love to be your constellation, the one you'd point out over and over again." he quietly mumbles so you don't hear, moments before drifting off to sleep as well.

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sweetrabbit · 2 years

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his heart, belongs to another

pairings: Lee Cheon-san x gn!reader

genre: angst, unrequited

summary: ‘cheong-san and on-jo are dating’ it was obvious they liked each other, but y/n was so blinded by cheong-san’s caring facade and his leadership made him seem stronger. it didn’t hurt to just admire from afar.. right?

warning/s: zombies, canon deaths, deep descriptions of pain, blood?

a/n: thank you so so much for this request its so good! i kind of suck at writing angst, so im really sorry if this isn’t how you wanted it. sort of based off of “No Other Heart by Mac DeMarco”

y/n walks up the stairs to class, trying not to get a tardy in attendance.

a quick glimpse of cheong-san is also seen just a few steps ahead. quickly hopping up the stairs to get to talk to him wouldn’t do any harm right?

“cheong-san! wait up!” y/n quickly caught up with the raven haired boy “oh hi y/n” the small smile that never failed to melt their heart

“uhm, i wanted to talk to you after school.. if you weren’t busy of course.” looking down avoiding his eyes that you could always get lost in, trying their hardest to hide the faint blush that formed on their cheeks.

“sure”

that conversation was held a day ago, now they were stranded at the roof of their school after much trial and error they were finally able to start a fire with nam-ra’s lighter.

the conversation shifted between topics with heavy emotions, now it was on-jo’s time to talk.

the shock to hear that cheong-san liked somebody displayed on both on-jo and y/n’s faces, but the pit of jealousy grew in y/n knowing who it was.

a stubborn heart they had, so blindly inlove with someone who could never love them back. was it wrong to think that y/n could show cheong-san that they loved him even if on-jo had him wrapped around her finger?

it was too late to make a change, too late to bring the sparkle back in his gorgeous eyes, because the words has already left his mouth.

“you. it’s you, on-jo. i like you.” he said with the courage he’s built up for the past years, it was only right to confess now, right?

“he doesn’t mean it. he’s just kidding. i mean, we were friends and neighbors since kindergarten, that’s all. stop joking.” on-jo reassures, she wasn’t ready, not now especially after seeing su-hyeok get with nam-ra, she needed time to analyze things, especially with the apocalypse right behind their tails.

“i’m not joking. ever since i was six years old, i’ve always liked you, on-jo. and i always will.”

on-jo storms off, everyone giving him a pained smile, but the pain felt more evident on y/n’s face once he’s walked up to on-jo.

everyones talking was blacked out as the many emotions and thoughts grew in their frame.

how could they be so stubborn? be so selfish thinking they could take something that wasn’t theirs in the first place? he already belonged to her, how could they ever stand a chance with on-jo?

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

so much has happened the entire night, the last thing they could do is fend for themselves, since no one was going to get them.

now surrounded by zombies, the only thing sheilding them are gym utilities.

after joon-yeongs heroic death, it left more intensity within the students to be more careful. and as much as y/n tried, they failed to keep their fingers away from the holes of the net.

a loud yelp left their lips catching attention from the others, the look of terror came across their features. y/n had no choice but to jump out, only to be pulled by mi-jin, she wasn’t able to lose another underclassmen, they promised to go home together for the sake of joon-yeong.

“please let go, i don’t want to hurt you.” their voice was low as the tears ran down everyones faces, the blood that started to trickle down their cheeks, finally jumping off.

but y/n couldn’t go without a few unsaid words. the pain that caused their eyebrows to scrunch and yell out screams of pain that made it harder for the others to listen to what they have to say.

“i like you cheong-san, but you are not mine. be good to on-jo, go home be safe, thank you all!” was the last thing they said before their bones cracked and their eyesight quickly turned into a crimson red. the normal sweet nature had left and turned into a monster who’s only thoughts was to kill and survive.

the others were hurt, sorrow growing larger and larger, guilt that spread into their bodies after losing another beloved schoolmate, but there was nothing they could do but move forward like what the others said ‘go home.’

cheong-san kept y/n’s words and as much as it hurt, he promised to be good to on-jo.

taglist: @lilacsxjoon

#lee cheongsan x reader #cheongsan x reader #cheongsan angst #lee cheongsan angst #all of us are dead #aouad #lee cheongsan #Spotify

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sungbeam · 2 years

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[𝟑:𝟎𝟐𝐏𝐌] — nonidol!jake x reader

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▷ a/n: am i obsessed with the jake calc god concept? yes. yes, i am 🤡 (tiny bit of calc jargon? not really? idk dude)

Your calculator? A butthole. Your $120.99 calculator that didn't even do all of the tricks it was supposed to? Absolute waste of money. The fact that you had bought the wrong calculator five months ago and couldn't even return or exchange it now? God, you wanted to cry.

As you frustratedly punched the buttons on your TI-Nspire CX II, you wished so badly you had read the box more carefully and not just seen the fifty-dollar-less price tag. Then, maybe you could actually do algebra on this thing without crying inside—

"Hey, er, are you okay?"

You immediately halted, your cheeks heating up. You recognized the accent, damn it, and the face. "Oh uh, yeah, I'm fine."

Calculus TA!Jake Sim smiled at you like he wasn't sure if he should call you out on your lie. "Oookay. You were kinda hulk smashing your calculator there."

Glancing down at the white and black and blue face of your calculator staring back at you innocently, you then looked back at him. "Oh, heh… was I?" You let out a small, sheepish laugh. All the while, you were screaming internally: DID HE WATCH ME DO ALL OF THAT—?!

As if he could read your mind—or maybe not—Jake grinned at you and slid into the chair across from you. You had been in the library during your free study period to try and hash out your calculus homework, but you couldn't figure out the mini computer in your hands. The last thing you thought would happen in the library was the TA from your own Calc class, Jake Sim, to find you and actually sit with you.

Were you dreaming? Did this fine ass man really just sit with you—?

"Yn, right? Yeong's 2nd period Calc AB?"

The fuck did he know your name— "Uh, yeah." Dumbass. You sounded like a complete, utter dumbass.

"And don't worry about the calculator thing," he said offhandedly as he reached down to dig through his backpack. "I thought it was cute."

You froze at that. There was no way…

Jake bit his lip as he passed you a rectangular device like yours, just completely black in color. Oh, and with the words "TI-Nspire CX II CAS" labeled on top. It was like a slap in the face to you. "You can borrow mine."

"Really?" You gaped, incredibly thankful. You dropped your calculator into your lap and took his calculator into your hands. "Thank you so much, Jake!"

He chuckled, watching you with fond eyes. "Yeah, no worries, love."

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#enhypen #enhypen jake #enhypen x reader #enhypen drabbles #enhypen timestamps #jake sim #jake sim x reader #jake x reader #jake calc god #lmao so down bad for this man #jake sim imagines #jake sim scenarios

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chishiyasdiamond · 2 years

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When The Dead Come Knocking || Jang Wujin

Part Four

Part 1 part 2 part 3

Pairing: Wu-Jin X Reader

Genre: horror, gore, fluff

Warming: Death, violence, cursing, blood

Summary: Nam Chae-Young had an obsession with everything gore since she was a little girl, little did she know that one normal day at school would turn into the worst day of her life. Fighting to survive shouldn’t the that hard, right?

Sometime had passed and the sun started to rise. The group was still asleep, but Chae knew they needed food. Last night they made a makeshift bathroom in the recording booth; Chae and On-Jo picked it up from their father, alongside many other survival skills. Chae folds the curtain she used as a blanket and looks to Wu-Jin, Dae-Su and Joon-Yeong, who were cuddled together asleep on the cold classroom floor. She unfolds the blanket and drapes it over them, they all immediately cuddled into it.

She picks up her school bag and empties out the contents and makes her way to the window, where she climbed out. Her heart was racing like crazy, she hated heights, but her father taught her how to climb and she was good at it. He sometimes hated how adventurous she was, but he knew she was young and teens would do that. She remembered one time she fell from a tree and broke her arm. Her father was so worried he yelled at her; soon realising that wasn’t the best idea. So he took her for some ice- cream to cheer her up.

Lowering herself slowly, she notices the classroom they were in that was now empty. She lets out a sigh of relief and quietly climbs in, not wanting to cause any noise. She looks under desks and in cabinets for food, in which she found none. Then she remembered the teachers would often take her snacks off her and hide them in their desks. She walks over and opens in, there was snacks there. She smiles to herself and fills the bag.

Classroom after classroom she found small food items here and there, but nothing major. A hand covers her mouth and she was dragged into a closet. She gripped her knife, which the person took, and when she turns, she sees Gwi-Nam. Relief washed over her body seeing a familiar face. He signalled for her to shush, she nods and he removes his hand.

“There was zombies in the class you were heading for,” he whispers to her,” Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he checks her.

“I’m okay,” she whispers back,” Thank you. Are you okay? I was so worried, I thought you died!” she wraps her arms around him. Gwi-Nam became stiff, having had no affection in awhile, but he slowly calms down and hugs her back.

“I’m glad you’re okay. I thought you-“ he runs a hand over his face,” It doesn’t matter. It just matters that you’re safe. I’m gonna escape tonight, I was in the cafeteria when things went down, but you weren’t there. Escape with me. “ his clothes were covered in blood. He had clearly fought his way out.

“Gwi-Nam…. I can’t. I’m with my sister and others, all of us trying to leave at once will get us killed. We’ll be on top of one another, it’ll be messy,” she felt guilty letting him down, but Gwi-Nam had a soft spot for her, he always did.

He nods,” I understand, it’s okay. Just be safe, please. And the minute you escape, find me. “ he kisses her forehead. “The dead are gone,” he peaks his head out of the door. He turns to her,”Do you have a weapon?” He asks. Chae holds up her knife and he chuckles, pulling another knife from his pocket,” Take this, that one won’t do shit. “

“What about you?” she asks.

Gwi-Nam pulls up his black shirt and shows he has a knife in his pants,” I’m good. Go before more dead ones come,” she nods and hugs him again, worrying for him. She knew if she asked him to come he’d just say no, he knew her friends despised him. She pulls away and takes off, noticing some zombies had arrows in them.

She makes her way back to the classroom and starts climbing down,” Mi-Jin, this way!” She heard as she lowers herself. She didn’t wanna run into anymore people than she already had to.

There was a slight breeze that embraced her, it’s soft coolness sending goosebumps on her legs, making her shiver. The group tensed when they noticed the hose start to rattle, they all woke up to Chae gone, did she leave them? Was it another zombie?

In the pit of her stomach, On-Jo felt a strong pang of guilt at the words she had said to her sister, was the last thing she said to her the final thing she’d say?

“You’re my sister,” God, On-Jo, why so dumb?

“Take this,” Ji-Min hands Cheong-San a broom to whack whatever came down, but Cheong-San dropped it when he seen the familiar Doc Martin’s.

Chae stood on the ledge and pulls herself in, pausing when she sees everyone stare at her,”You gonna hit me or can I move?” she smirks to Cheong- San.

”Where were you?”

“Are you okay?”

“Are you bit?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going?”

The voices of her friends surrounded her, she put up her hand in attempt to shut them up,” I was looking for food. Ah, would you stop?!” Chae slaps On-Jo’s hands off her.

“I’m not bit. I’m okay!” she huffs, now being irritated by all of the voices. “I was hungry and I know you all were too,” she puts her bag on the table and pulls out snacks; chips, chocolate, water. It wasn’t much at it would be the only bit of food they were gonna get for another few days, but it would have to do.

Wu-Jin pulls her into a tight hug and Dae-Su soon enough sandwiched her ,” We were ready to go find you, sis,” Dae-Su explains.

“I’m sorry, but you all were sleeping and I didn’t want to disturb you. “

“Did you find survivors?” Hyo- Ryeong asks, picking up a bar and tearing it open.

Chae looks at her feet,” I heard some students, but they seemed to be at least a hallway down and I could hear dead people after them, so I wasn’t risking it. “ she left the part about Gwi-Nam out, they wouldn’t have cared anyways.

“We’re going to find a phone,” Su-Hyeok states.

A phone. Why didn’t she think of that?

“We’ll be back soon. Thank you for finding food,” Cheong-San smiles.

Chae nods and takes a seat, she opens a bar and takes a little bite. She was gonna take the smallest bite each time she got hungry to save some.

Cheong-San and Su-Hyeok weren’t back yet and everyone was getting worried. On-Jo stands beside Chae who was observing the grounds around them,” I’m sorry for what I said. After I-Sak I shut you out completely. I thought about myself and didn’t think about you, you were dealing, too,” she takes Chae’s hand.

Chae pulls her hand back,” Don’t apologise to me because you’ll feel guilty if I died and you’d have to deal with the fact that the last thing you said to me was hurtful,” she responds.

“I’m not… Nam-Ra made me realise that you didn’t deserve it and you’re a good sister, I’m just sorry it’s taken me this long to notice,” On-Jo admits.

Chae let’s out a breath of air and looks back to On-Jo,” It’s okay,” she smiles. On-Jo pulls her into a hug,” I hate not speaking with you,” she mumbles, holding her tight.

“Me too,” Chae smiles.

Su-Hyeok returned with no Cheong-San and the groups only option until he returned was to get a drone. Chae sat on the floor beside Wu-Jin, she wasn’t happy about On-Jo going out there.

Wu-Jin takes her hand and gives it a squeeze, when he lets it go, Chae felt something in her hand. Looking down, her cheeks turn into a crimson red, it was his name tag. “This means you wanna g-go out?” she says nervously, Wu-Jin nods and pushes her hair from her face. His eyes land on her lips, he looks back up to her for permission. She nods and leans in, her heart was racing the closer he got, their lips were inches apart.

“They’re back!” Ji-Min announces.

Wu-Jin pulls back disappointed, whilst Chae was red.

“Scout the school for him then once we know he’s okay, we go outside. “On-Jo says.

They all huddled around a little screen and watch as Joon-Yeong took off. Wu-Jin was on a seat and Chae was beside him. The drone showed the classrooms and the dead that filled it, their friends, teachers and even some parents that were visiting the school were turned, hungrily banging on the window as they spot the drone.

Chae felt her heart break for everyone. She just hoped Cheong-San and Gwi-Nam were still okay. “What if everyone’s gone?” Su-Hyeok sighs.

Nobody replies, they were all too busy observing to see if anyone they knew were there. They scanned the faces for Cheong-San.

“Huh, go back,” Wu-Jin says,” My sister,” he mutters, looking at the arrows in zombies necks and chests,” She was at a tournament today. Why is she back?”

“Are you sure it’s her?” Chae asks, taking his hand, he nods. “If her arrows are there, it means she’s okay,” she smiles. She wasn’t sure. Was the people she heard Wu-Jin’s sister?

“Cheong-San!” Dae-Su points,” Stay there!” he shouts to the screen.

“He can’t hear you,” Joon-Yeong informs, flying the drone outside the window.

“We’ll come for you!” Su-Hyeok shouts to the screen.

“I said he can’t hear you!” Joon-Yeong says again.

“He’s alive!” On-Jo was pulled into a hug by Su-Hyeok.

“Now that we know Cheong- San is alive, let’s go outside,” Ji-Min says.

“Are we sure we’re ready for what we’ll see?” Nam- Ra asks.

“Huh?” They turn to her.

“Yeah. We might not like what we see. Look at how bad things are in here, are we prepared to see the outside?” Chae looks around.

The group stayed silent and the drone started flying out.

“Wait,” Ji-Min says,” My dads truck.”

“Where? The black or the white one,” Joon-Yeong went closer. Ji-Min’s sobs filled the air. In the truck were two people who had transformed into the undead, clawing the the dashboard window. Chae-Young’s heart broke.

It was Ji-Min’s parents.

Is her father okay? Are all of their parents gone?

Wu-Jin put his head into his arms and let his tears flow. He was obviously worried for his sister. Chae wrapped her arms around him and held him close,” Your sister. What’s her name?”

“Ha-Ri,” he sniffles.

Chae runs a hand through his hair,” I’m sure she’s okay. You just gotta have faith. Losing faith in a world like this is what’ll change you. She’s gotta be okay. There’s nothing stronger than a siblings love for each other. She’s probably looking for you right now,” Chae whispers, comforting him.

She hoped Ha-Ri was okay, for Wu-Jin’s sake.

She hoped her dad was too, for if he were to be gone, she doesn’t know how she’d cope.

#jang wujin #lee suhyeok #yoon gwi nam #all of us dead #cheong san #wujin x reader #all of us are dead #aouad fanfic #aouad x reader #choi nam ra #nam onjo #kdrama

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bonnyskies · 3 years

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royal heartache ⇢ pjm

there was no place for a simple commoner like you in jimin’s heart. now when someone who had royal blood and stunning beauty stood right before him.

part one of “royalty bundle”

pairing — prince!jimin x physician!malereader, ft. princesss!femaleoc, king!seokjin

genres — angst, minor fluff, sexual themes, royalty!au

warnings — major angst, swearing, sexual themes, infidelity, unhealthy relationship, mentions of death, reader is a sweet soul and jimin is a dick, seokjin is a precious man who is whipped for somebody he barely knows, jimin is a manipulative person, reader is an insecure sad boy

word count — 6.7k

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“Have you heard the news? Prince Jimin is arranged to marry Princess A-Yeong of the Choi Family.” “Really, when?” “By next week.”

You could literally feel your heart breaking inside your chest while the two servants that stood fairly close behind you whispered softly to each other. They were trying to be quiet, but failed miserably. Gossiping was frowned upon in the palace and if anyone was caught doing it, they were punished.

Despite their words making you ache internally, you continued your duties, plucking the grown medicinal herbs out their plots of soil and placing them into the straw basket beside you.

“I heard she is one of the most beautiful women in the country,” the whispering between the two servants continued, “no wonder the King picked her for the prince. With her and prince’s looks, they’ll definitely make a remarkable heir for the kingdom.” The other servant nodded her head in agreement, both of them too engrossed in their conversation to notice you kneeled down in front of them, fingers gripping the herb and tightly crumbling the green leaves.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps was heard, tearing you out of your thoughts and forcing you back up onto your feet, quickly wiping the dirt stains on your cloths with your bare hands before turning around to face the approaching figure. Your heart stopped inside your chest when seeing who the person was. Park Jimin, the twenty-five year old prince and only heir of the Park Kingdom stood right in front of you, and his eyes were only focused on you. You were too distracted by his intent gaze to even bow—which people of your class is suppose to do in a royal’s presence. “Greetings, your Highness,” the two servants spoke at the same time and bowed when seeing the young prince.

“Leave,” was the only thing he said, his stern voice making both you and the two servants jump slightly. It was rare—and you mean really rare for the prince to ever use that kind of tone. “And if I ever hear you two gossiping again I won’t hesitate to throw the both of you into the dungeon, do you understand?” Their eyes widened at the threat and quickly nodded their heads. “The only reason I’m letting you two off with a warning is because I have more important matters to attend to. Now, leave.”

The two servants practically sprinted away, leaving just you and Jimin alone in the gardens. You were practically shaking at your feet, tearing your gaze away from him and staring down at the ground. As he slowly approached you, you could feel your heart stammering inside when he cupped your chin and tilted your head up to meet his eyes. “I’m guessing from the way you’ve been avoiding all day today, you heard about the news—plus those two servants weren’t exactly being subtle.” And when you chose to be silent he continued, “you know that the princess means nothing to me, right? I love you, and only you. This doesn’t change anything—”

“It changes everything, Jimin,” you cut him off, pushing his hands away and grabbing the basket of medicinal herbs from the ground. “You’re getting married, you’ll have a wife—someone you have to bed with and produce an heir,” you could feel yourself wince at the thought of Jimin being with someone else, being intimate with someone else that wasn’t you.

The relationship you have with Jimin has been going on for about two years, and everything has been perfect—at least until the news about him and the princess getting married began to spread around the palace. Whenever you tried to bring it up to Jimin he’d just say that it was just a rumor. But now, after hearing other people talking about it—including the King and Queen earlier today, you know it’s true.

“I’m telling you, ____, that this marriage means nothing to me—that girl means nothing to me.” Jimin took you back into his arms, and this time you didn’t fight him, instead you placed your head on his chest. “The only person that I love and will only love is you, you hear me?”

“Promise,” you tilted your head up to see him, holding your hand up to show your pinky finger. That caused Jimin to chuckle before hooking his own pinky finger around yours and saying, “promise.”

You were an idiot to believe him.

The moment Princess Choi A-Yeong stepped inside the palace your heart sunk into your chest.

Jimin’s eyes never left hers as she slowly made her way down the decorative carpet to the three thrones where he and his parents currently sat. You could see his gaze practically burning into her and that was making you feel uneasy. The rumors about her being the most beautiful woman is no doubt true—you can see that now and that only made you feel even more insecure and paranoid. She was dressed in gorgeous pink and white royal robes, decorated with expensive gold jewelry. Her long, black hair that looked like it would go down all the way down to her lower back was held up with a stunning diamond pin. It almost looked like she was wearing the entire palace’s wealth on her, which only made you more self-conscious. After seeing her, there was no way Jimin would choose someone like you, a physician instead of princess—a beautiful princess.

“Greetings, your Highnesses,” the princess bowed, bending her body forward and you swear you could see Jimin attempting to peak at her exposed cleavage. You don’t blame him, like why wouldn’t he? Her body was literally perfection. Her body was slim, yet had curves that would make any man drool. “Thank you for welcoming me into your beautiful home.”

The Queen didn’t hesitate before jumping up from her throne and approaching the young girl and helping her up with a wide smile on her face. “Oh my dear A-Yeong, you don’t have to greet us so formally. You’re family.” That only made the crack in your heart spread even more. You have been serving the Park Family ever since you were a child—you even played with Jimin in the early years, and yet you were still treated like absolute garbage and forced to greet them formally every time. And if you didn’t, you’d get punished.

“I’m sure you know why you’ve been summoned,” the King—Jimin’s father spoke up, earning a nod from the princess. “We’re all here to discuss the proposal of you marrying my son—” “—I accept,” the princess quickly shouts out, surprising just about everyone in the throne room. The reaction though made the King chuckle and smile widely at the young woman. “That’s great! What about you, my boy? Do you agree with the marriage?”

Wait, your mind suddenly stopped, so their arranged marriage hasn’t even been finalized yet?

You turned towards Jimin, expecting him to decline the agreement. But once again you were let down, your heart finally shattering into millions of pieces when hearing his answer, “I accept.” You didn’t realize you were nearly crying until the Queen called out for you, catching your attention and making you quickly wipe the tears before facing her. “Yes, your Highness?”

“____, would you take A-Yeong to her chamber.” You opened your mouth to answer, not knowing what to say exactly. “Umm, your Highness I’m no longer a servant—I’m a physician now, for a year—” “Then what are you doing here then and not at your part of the palace?” She then asks, her tone instantly changing and making you jump slightly at the harshness of her voice.

You quickly bowed your head apologetically. “Forgive me, your Highness, I’ll take my leave.” You turned around and started to leave. If you were being honest the reason, you were here was because you wanted to see the princess yourself—which wasn’t the best idea for your heart. And just as you were about to step out of the throne room, you suddenly heard Jimin’s voice again and his next words only brought more pain to your chest. “I’ll show her to her room, mother.”

Swallowing the lump in the back of your throat, you started making your way back to your section of palace like the Queen requested you to do so—which happened to be in the far end where no one goes to except for treatment for injuries or illness. You never had any visitors that wasn’t there for medicinal purposes except for Jimin, who would sneak into your chambers almost every night to sleep with you—and you couldn’t help but feel like those nights were slowly coming to end now that the princess and his future wife was here.

When arriving to your chambers, you were shocked to find somebody sitting on the edge of your bed—and this wasn’t just anybody. Your eyes widened when seeing the former Queen of the Park Kingdom, Jimin’s grandmother right in front of you. “Your Highness,” you were about to bow your head but was stopped midway when she reached over and placed her hands on your arms. “Oh honey, you know you don’t have to greet me so formally.”

Raising your head back up, you asked, “if you don’t mind me asking, what are you doing here? I’m sure you have way more urgent things to do other than waiting in my chambers for me.” You watched as she then took you into her arms and gently rubbed her hands up and down your back soothingly. “I heard about the marriage,” was all she said at first before feeling the tears build up in your eyes again, “how are you doing, honey?”

Jimin’s grandmother always treated you nicely. Out of everyone in the palace she was the only one who has ever made you feel welcomed and loved—excluding Jimin. She was the family you always wanted but never could have. She was also the only one who knows about your relations with her grandson and chose to stay silent, saying how your happiness was important than some royal tradition.

You leaned yourself into her and whispered to her, “he’s going to marry her...,” a single tear escaping and sliding down your cheeks, “he’s going to have a family with her and leave me—”

“Oh stop it,” she quickly cut you off, running her hand comfortingly through your hair. “Jimin loves you so much, ____, he looks at you like you are his whole world.” She tries to reassure you, but when seeing the downed expression on your face she then asks, “what’s wrong sweetie?”

And your next words made her heart break. “She’s now his whole world.”

Jimin’s grandmother spent the rest of the day comforting you, making you sure you were eating and resting instead of stressing over everything that is happening right now. And once she knew you were asleep, that’s when she decided to leave.

But you didn’t stay asleep for long. Only a few hours passed until you found yourself waking up, instantly noticing the dark sky and bright moon shining through your chamber’s windows. The next thing you noticed was the empty spot beside you on your bed—which is where Jimin would usually be sleeping. Every night, every since you two started your relationship he would sneak over to your chambers to sleep with you. It has been happening for over seven hundred and thirty days without any change but now, he wasn’t here—the same night the princess arrived to the palace. Many insecure and paranoid thoughts began to consume your mind, making your heart ache and palms start to sweat.

You stood up from your bed and made your way out of your chambers, curious as to where Jimin could be and your first idea was to try his room. When getting there, you could barely notice the candle light shining from underneath door, that meant he was in his room. With your eyes trained on the bright light, you slowly reached over for the indent of the door and just as you were about to slide the door open, the sound of someone laughing stopped you. But it wasn’t just any kind of laughter, it was a woman’s laughter. You froze completely, heart stammering heavily inside your chest and legs trembling, nearly giving out. You then slowly slid the door open just barely so that there was a small enough crack to see through, and your heart sunk in your chest at the sight in front of you.

The princess could be seen laying on Jimin’s bed, the same you’ve laid on numerous times, dressed in a thin layer of pink robes, hair untied and down her back, and face clean. You glanced to the side to see Jimin laying right beside her, also wearing his sleepwear. Smiles were on both of their faces, the sight breaking your heart.

“I’m glad we’re doing this,” the princess suddenly spoke up, running fingers up down Jimin’s arm. “Sleeping in the same bed together will let us get closer to one another, know each other better.” You don’t know why, but you were expecting him to tear his arm away from her but you were once again let down, tears stinging in your eyes when seeing him grab her hand and press a kiss along her knuckles. “Me too, and by the time of our wedding comes, we’ll be closer than ever because of this.” It was like each word he was saying was a knife piercing your heart. You couldn’t watch anymore, you couldn’t watch him begin to move his lips up her arm to her shoulder blade and neck, leaving even more kisses along her smooth, pale skin. You pushed yourself away from the door and headed back to your room with tears sliding down your eyes and silent sobs spewing form your mouth.

When entering your room you immediately climbed underneath the covers and attempted to let sleep engulf you. You just wanted to forget about this day entirely and hope all of this was just a terrible dream. But you couldn’t have that either, because not even ten minutes later you heard your chamber’s door slide open. You didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was. With your back facing your towards him, you were relieved he couldn’t see your tear-strained face. You didn’t have the energy to deal with this.

“Why are you so late,” you asked, using all your strength to conceal the shakiness in your voice. You were silently hoping that he would tell you the truth, because if is honest, there is at least a small chance of you two working through this. “I was helping the servants prepare the guest chamber for the princess,” and that’s when you felt your heart shatter. “They were having trouble setting up the bed.”

Liar, your mind screamed. “Are you going to sleep here tonight?” You asked, despite already knowing what his answer is going to be. You just wanted to hear what kind of excuse he was going use. “I-I shouldn’t,” you could hear the stutter in his voice, “there’s a lot more wandering eyes now that the princess is here...”

“Okay.” Your answer shocked Jimin. He was expecting you to beg him to stay or at least ask more questions. He certainly wasn’t expecting you to just accept it. “Baby, is everything okay?” He doesn’t notice the single tear falling from you at the mention of the nickname. He doesn’t even notice your body trembling as he approaches the side of the bed. “Yes, just tired,” you quickly said, not wanting him to be anywhere near you. “You should head to bed, it’s late and I’m sure you have some important royal duties to attend to early tomorrow morning.”

Jimin stayed frozen by your side, staring down at your lying figure with complete confusion before mumbling out a soft “goodnight” and finally leaving your room. And the moment you heard your chamber doors close, that’s when you let the silent sobs escape.

You were fool to believe him—to believe that everything would be alright.

As more and more days passed, the more it seemed Jimin was drifting away from you slowly. You thought that what happened that night was just a one time thing, that you would later have him in your bed once again, laying beside you.

But he never returned. No, instead you would always find him with the princess, not even bothering to share a glance in your direction whenever you happened to stumble upon them two. He didn’t bother to acknowledge you, treating you as if you never even existed. And it wasn’t just the sight of the two of them together and him ignoring you that hurt you, but also that he never officially ended things with you—he just slowly slipped away from you, from your life. He acted like there wasn’t anything between you two—ever, and that hurt you more than anything. Jimin was treating you as if you were nothing but a mere servant to him, and that’s it.

Throughout the past few days, whenever you would take a peaceful walk around the palace you always ended up finding them together, arms linked with one another and sharing smiles and laughs and occasional kisses that only forced the knife that was already in your heart deeper inside your chest. Whenever you saw them together, you began to notice a certain glint in his eyes—love, which made you realized he never really had that with you—at least, not as strong as it was towards her. You never thought you would ever feel this much pain. You wouldn’t even wish this on your worst enemy because it literally felt like you were dying on the inside, your heart breaking and your entire body completely shutting down.

You thought the amount of pain you were going through couldn’t get any worse. But once again, you were wrong. You found yourself assisting the other servants with the preparations—forced by the Queen herself and you couldn’t just say no to her because she was the fucking Queen. So that’s how you ended up in the ballroom instead of your own office, helping the servants set up the chairs, hang up the gorgeous decorations and even build the pristine, white alter. You lost count of how many times you got scolded by the decorators, due to yourself being lost in your thoughts, picturing this as your wedding—that you were the one that was marrying Jimin, not her.

But every time you’re brought back to reality—you’re reminded that this isn’t for you. That you aren’t the one the marrying Jimin, or the one he is going to spend the rest of his life with. You’re just a nobody to him, that’s it. It tore you apart that the many years of childhood memories with him, and two amazing years of love shared together was completely destroyed in the span of a few days. You never thought that Jimin would treat you this way. The same man who took your first your kiss, your innocence. The same man who would hold you in his arms as you both laid in bed together, placing small, tender kisses along your neck and whisper sweet words into your ear. You just wanted the man that stole your heart back again.

Today was the wedding, and you were doing everything in your power to distract yourself and hide away from the heartbreaking event.

While the ceremony was happening on one side of the palace, you were on currently the other side in your office, sitting at your desk and surrounded by dozens of medical books, reading them and hoping that it would help distract you from your thoughts—which it did, slightly. You love reading, and it could be any book, but medical ones have always interested you the most. Jimin knew that. Whenever he would travel to neighboring kingdoms for political reasons, he’d always bring back medical books for you that he bought from other physicians or merchants.

And there you go again, thinking of him when you’re trying to do the complete opposite of that. Why couldn’t you be like Jimin? Why were you so hung up on him while he easily threw you aside as if you were some piece of garbage to him? Did the love you two have for each other—or the two years you spent with one another mean absolutely nothing to him? Did he want to break your heart, because if so then he succeeded—

“Excuse me, sir,” you suddenly heard someone say, tearing you out of your thoughts and turning towards the doorway where you found yourself making eye contact with a fairly older, handsome man. The first thing you noticed when meeting his gaze was the slight pained expression he had on his face. That’s when you also then noticed the small droplets of blood coming from his right hand. “Could you possibly patch me up, please? There was a tiny incident back in the ballroom.”

You instantly stood up from your seat and approached the injured man, nodding your head. “Oh yes, of course.” You carefully took the injured man’s hand and guided him to one of your patient chairs. “Can you please take a seat while I gather everything I need?” The man listened to your request without any complaint, his gaze never leaving your body as he watched you grab alcohol and bandages before heading back towards him. “So, do you want to tell me how this happened?”

“Well,” the man spoke up softly, watching you with great intent as you applied some the alcohol onto his wound, wincing instantly. “I cut myself with my glass.” You glanced up at the man as you started to wrap the bandage around his palm, wondering if he was going to continue his story but when you saw the way he was purposely trying to avoid your gaze you knew that he wasn’t. The nibble on his bottom lip and hints of blush on his cheeks gave away that he was embarrassed.

“Don’t worry though,” you spoke, attempting to divert the attention away from him and hopefully make slightly less uncomfortable. “Your wound isn’t that serious, only a minor cut so there is no need for stitches.”

“You’re pretty good at that,” the man suddenly complimented, eyes trained on your hands as you patched up his injury, causing you to chuckle. “It’s only a simple bandaging, nothing really that extravagant.” The sound of your soft laughter brought a smile on the man’s face, heat spreading across his cheeks. “I’ve got to say though, I heard the stories about the Park Kingdom’s famous young physician—but nobody seemed to mention how beautiful he is. My kingdom could definitely use someone like you.”

The man’s words left you a speechless—and in a good way this time. After wrapping the white bandage around his injured hand, you were about ask him where he was from. But when lifting your head up from his hand, your eyes then suddenly landed on the insignia that was stitched on his shoulder. “You’re from the Kim Kingdom?”

“Good eye,” the man commented, holding his other hand out. “Kim Seokjin, nice to meet you.” Your eyes instantly widened at the name, hands immediately folding themselves in front of you and bending your entire upper body forward, bowing to the royal man. You’ve heard the stories about Kim Seokjin, how he’s one of the youngest and most respected royal in the country, and how he’s considered to be one of most handsome men to ever exist based on the scholars and matchmakers. But you never seen him physically so you never really knew what he looked like it.

“F-Forgive me, your Highness,” you quickly went to bow but was stopped by his hand on your arm, causing you to pause and glance up at him. “There’s no need to be formal with me, physician. You saved my life, so you deserve my complete respect.” You could hear slightly teasing tone in his voice but he kept his word and bowed to you, bringing a smile and hints of blush on your face. “What is your name, if you don’t mind me asking. I’d like to know who my savior is exactly.”

“____ ____, your Highness” you answered him, bowing your head and feeling his eyes burning into you. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, ____, and I’m serious about the position in my Kingdom—palace specifically. My previous physician has passed and my people and I could use someone with your type of skills.”

“I’m sorry, your Highness, but my place is here.” You don’t know why but you could feel your heart ache when seeing the small frown forming on Seokjin’s here. “The Park Family raised me ever since I was a child and they watched over me after my mother passed away. It would be wrong for me to leave them.”

“Very well,” Seokjin nods understandingly, and you watch as he then reaches inside his robe and pulls out a small crest of the Kim Family. “If you do happen to change your mind, come to my palace and show the guards this. That tells them that I invited you and they’ll take you to me. You’ll be treated way better over there.”

That last sentence made you freeze. “What do you mean by that, your Highness? I-I’m treated quiet fair over here.” You felt your body suddenly straighten out when Seokjin rose from his chair and stood right in front of you, towering over you due to the height difference the both of you shared. “You don’t have to lie to me, ____. The signs are all there, anyone with eyes can see that you are being treated poorly here.”

You remained silent, allowing him to continue. “When was the last time this placed was cleaned,” he asks, swiping his finger across your desk and collecting some dust. The cleaning servants stopped coming the moment A-Yeong showed up and stole Jimin’s complete attention. “I noticed that your office is located on the other side of the palace—completely isolated and away from everyone else. Shouldn’t you—the only doctor in the palace be near everyone else? And why is that you are the only one with medical experience here? Shouldn’t you have at least two assistant nurses aiding you? Every physician must have.”

As more and more questions continued pouring out of his mouth, the more you began to wonder as well. Everything he was questioning about and saying was true. Like, why exactly are you far away from everyone else and why is it that you are the only one here? Before you and Jimin got together, your chambers were in the same section of the palace with the royal family, but once you started having a romantic relationship with him you were suddenly moved to the other side of the home. Jimin made it sound like you were getting an upgrade, having an entire part of the palace to yourself, but now it sounded like he just didn’t want you to be around anyone else—almost like he was ashamed of you. Maybe that’s also why there hasn’t been anybody else hired to aide you with your work, because he doesn’t want the risk of anyone finding out about you two.

“And I don’t even want to ask where you sleep because I think I already know,” Seokjin continues with a sympathetic frown on his face. “You sleep in this section of the palace alone, don’t you?” And when you didn’t say anything back, Seokjin then patted your shoulder comfortingly and said, “just think about it, alright? I promise you won’t regret coming over to work for me instead.”

When you only nodded, Seokjin left you with a gentle brush of his hand against your arm, leaving you alone once again in your office—at least you thought you were alone. But little did you know there was a certain blonde prince standing right outside the door, listening to every word that was shared between you and other royal.

As more and more hours passed, the more you got lost in your thoughts, Seokjin’s words flooding your mind constantly and echoing inside. You were so consumed by them that you didn’t realize the once vibrant sun and bright sky was replaced with complete darkness and the moon shining up high, surrounded by millions of twinkling stars. You definitely didn’t notice the blonde-hair royal standing in the center of your doorway, arms crossed over his chest and eyes burning into you. “Where were you today?”

You froze at the sound of his voice, your gaze refusing to meet his as you still kept your eyes on your medical books scattered on your desk. “There was some things I had to work on here,” you answered him without lifting your head up. “And you can’t really blame me for not wanting to be there, Jimin—I mean, your Highness.”

When finally raising your head to meet his eyes, you couldn’t help but feel your breath get hitched in the back of your throat at the sight of him. Jimin was dressed in his sleepwear, his cotton shirt parted down the middle, exposing his toned chest and making you swallow the small lump in your throat. And after briefly admiring his torso, that’s when you noticed the facial expression that was as plastered on his face. He wasn’t happy. “If you don’t mind me asking, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with your wife?”

Jimin could clearly hear the harshness in your tone, feeling guilty at the sight of you avoiding his eyes but he couldn’t blame you. He knew how he has been treating you lately for these past few days and it was completely reasonable for you to be furious at him. “I’m sorry, honey,” he slowly started approaching you, noticing the way your body tensed at the pet name. “I had to keep up appearances, and with so many new faces around I couldn’t risk anyone finding out about us.”

With your back facing towards him, you could slowly feel your heart start to quicken when feeling his arms suddenly slipping around your waist and pressing soft, delicately kisses along the back of your neck. “I love you and only you, baby. You’re the one I want but you know I have no power over this.” Every word that he was saying made your heart beat faster and Jimin knew that because he could slowly feel you start to relax against him, bringing a small smirk on his face. He knew exactly what to say to you to make you fall back to him. “I promise you—give me more time and we will be together, okay? Do you trust me?”

When noticing the clear hesitation in your eyes, Jimin leaned down and pressed his lips softly against yours. He thought you have finally given up on him but he then suddenly started to feel you kiss back after a few seconds, causing him to smile against your lips. Jimin knew this was wrong, giving you hope that the future you wanted with him can still happen when he knew that it was not possible now that he was married—not like it could ever happen anyway. It was not just impossible for a royal and commoner to be in a relationship, but also the family of the royal would be forever shunned and the commoner they chose to be with would be executed—and yet, Jimin still chose to pursue you.

At first Jimin thought you were the love of his life, but after meeting A-Yeong, he realized that he never actually loved you. In just the one week he has known the princess, she made him feel things he has never felt with you. You never once made his heart stop at the sight of you, or took his breath away. Your presence never brought a real, genuine smile on his face, instead a more forced one. Jimin was confused why he was suddenly feeling this way, but he then started to think back to where you two first started. He was stressed out over his studies and you were the first person he ran into that day, and next thing he knew he was back in his chambers with you underneath him, crying out his name as he thrusted into you mercilessly. That’s when a new routine of him coming to you whenever he needed to release some stress started.

That’s what you were always to him—a stress reliever, and it took meeting A-Yeong and getting to know her for him to finally realize that. But for some reason when the thought of you leaving him ran through his kind, it made feel sort of uneasy. He wasn’t in love you, he knew that. But you leaving him meant he wouldn’t have anyone to release his stress onto, and he couldn’t just sleep with any servant because they were all loyal to his parents while you were more independent—which was beneficial for his case. He didn’t want to lose you—correction, he didn’t want to lose the sex. Yes, he loved A-Yeong but she was purely vanilla and he found that bland. But you, you were the most perfect partner that allows him to try and do anything he wanted and he couldn’t lose that. So Jimin did the one thing he knew that would convince you to stay with him. He fucked you—or in your words, “made love.”

With his lips still moving with yours, Jimin pulled away and turned you around so that his chest was now pressed up against your back. “I love you,” he whispered into your neck as he placed kisses down along your skin as he slowly stripped you out of your robes until you were completely bare and ready for him.

Jimin spent the entire night with you, using everything in his power to convince you to stay. He would whisper sweet words into your ear while thrusting into you at a rough pace, each thrust sending your body forward and a low, whimpering moan to come out of you. In between thrusts, Jimin would press a soft, tender kiss underneath your earlobe and whisper “I love you.” He would roll his eyes when he would only get a moan in reply—that not being what he exactly wanted to hear. But after two amazing rounds and you both later laying in your bed and in his arms, when he finally heard you say those three words he knew that he got what he wanted.

You were his, and only his.

Once again, you were a weak fool to believe him. You weren’t surprise to find your bed empty the next morning.

But you being you, you believed he left early in the morning so that nobody would find out that he stayed there with you when in reality, Jimin actually left the moment you fell asleep so that he could go back to his wife make real love with her, and soon after fall asleep with her in his arms.

The next day when you found Jimin once again ignoring you completely, thinking it was just him acting so that nobody grew suspicious of you two. But as days went by, and those days soon turned into weeks, and those weeks turned into two months since you even spoken to Jimin, you came to realize that he was ignoring you as if that night you two shared didn’t even happen.

But you being the oblivious person that you were, you kept hope. You’d spend nights staring at your door, hoping that one night he would come into your room to lay with you, to hold you in his arms again. But it never happened.

It wasn’t until three months later, when the princess came to see you that you reached your last straw. She claimed to visit because she wasn’t feeling well, and after checking her out, finding out what her symptoms were you came to find out that she was pregnant—exactly three months pregnant. Which meant Jimin slept with her the same night he slept with you. That is when you finally accepted the fact he wasn’t yours anymore and that the future you pictured having with him is never going to happen.

That’s when you had the thought of leaving. There is no way you were going to stay here and suffer for the rest of your life. So, later that day you found yourself packing your things such as clothes and handwritten medical records into a small bag, comfortable for travel. It’s not like you wanted to leave in the first place—you love the people that live and work here, they were like a family to you. You just don’t know if you even have the strength to endure this pain any longer.

As you were shoving the last piece of clothing into your bag, a soft, delicate voice caused you to freeze. “Where are you going?” Turning your head towards your chamber door where the voice was coming from, your eyes landed on the former Queen—Jimin’s grandmother standing there with a concern look on her face. You couldn’t help but feel your heart ache at the sight of the small pain in her eyes. Seeing your nearly empty room and the packed bag laid out on your bed, she didn’t need an answer because she already knew.

You walked towards her and took her hands into yours, offering a warm, heartfelt smile. “I cannot stay here anymore, your Highness—I-I can’t stay and watch him with her...” You could see tears forming in her eyes as you spoke, flashing you an understanding frown and nod. She placed her other hand on top of yours and leaned over to give you small peck on the cheek. “Promise me that’ll you take care of yourself while you are out there?” You gave her a small nod which made her frown lift up slightly. “And promise me that once things get better you’ll come back and visit me...”

“Of course,” you replied without any hesitation, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her into a hug. “And thank you for everything you’ve done for me—for my mother. If it weren’t for you I would’ve died alongside her that day...” Jimin’s grandmother instantly shook her head and ran her hand comfortingly down your arm. “Don’t say that sweetie, I promised your mother that I would watch after you—” she suddenly then paused, “I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to keep that...”

“Don’t blame yourself for what happened,” you quickly reassured her, leaning forward to press a kiss on her cheek. “It’s not your fault for how the King and Queen has treated me lately ever since my mother passed. And as for J-Jimin—” you stuttered, tears stinging in your eyes once again. “—never mind. I should go, the guards shifts are changing right now and this is my only chance to slip out without being detected.”

With one last kiss on her cheek and hug goodbye, you left your room with your bag in a hand.

You thought leaving the Park residence would be something hard for you to do and accept. But the moment you took one last glance at the beautiful palace and took your first step outside, you felt as if a huge weight was then suddenly lifted from your shoulders.

This is your life now—a new beginning.

“Your Highness,” Kim Seokjin raises his head at the sound of his name being called, his eyes landing on his advisor entering his office and bowing his head in front of him. “There’s somebody here to see you.”

Seokjin was about to ask him who it was, but he was left speechless when you suddenly appeared behind his advisor. Even with your clothes slightly torn, probably from your journey here and the faint signs of dirt on your face, you still looked beautiful as ever to him.

You were truly breathtaking in his eyes.

“Physician ____,” Seokjin stood up from his seat and approached you with a smile grin on his face. “What are you doing here?” He asks, and your next words to him made the grin on his face grow ten times more wider.

“Is that physician position still open...?”

Continuing onto “Love Again”

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The Guardian Angel | Chapter 14 - Necessary evil

Seong Gi-hun X Female Reader

Chapter 14/14 : Necessary evil

Minors DNI

Contains heavy spoilers

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It was decided within a day.

You would send out an invite to Seong Gi-hun on your grandfather’s behalf to get him to meet his gganbu one last time.

The chemo treatment did not do anything anymore, and Il-nam felt his end nearing. Through several IV-drips, bags of liquid entered his arm each day, and his breathing became shallow.

He was flickering out like a candle.

You turned the golden card around in your fingers a few times before slipping it into a tiny black envelope with a small bow on the front. Sighing behind your mask, you handed it to the Recruiter who was standing patiently next to you. You believed he was the man who had gotten Gi-hun on board in the first place.

“Get this to him at once,” you requested, “Make sure to use a proxy to get it to him.” With it, you handed him a note of a hundred-thousand won, that he could give to said proxy.

“At once, ma’am.”

He exited the room, and with a sigh, you took off your mask. In-ho removed his as well, and his brow furrowed. “Why is it so important to you,” he quizzed, “What is the deal with Seong Gi-hun?”

You averted your face from him lest he see your blush or smile, and you shrugged. “That is something between my grandfather and I.” you stated, “So please, no more questions.”

He hummed in agreement, muttering an, “Of course, ma’am,” turning back to his work in front of him.

You took the small booklet you’d been carrying on your form for the past year - it was getting quite full, and you scanned over several notes quickly to regain their gist.

Straightening your back, you went to your grandfather.

~*~*~

Seong Gi-hun sat alone, looking out over the river, not minding the cold creeping under his shirt. He took a swig of soju straight from the bottle as he stared at the waves, hair falling in front of his eyes.

He had been delighted to meet you again, but soon realised that he did not know where you were and how he could get in touch with you. Once again, he was left in the dark, completely to himself.

He pondered over his life.

Ga-yeong was in America. He had not been able to win the dispute about the guardianship over her, and with his mother’s passing, he was lonelier than ever. You, however, were a speck of light on the horizon, and he decided he had to head back to the train station tomorrow so that he could wait for you to come. He would do so every day, he thought to himself, until he would see you again.

Then, he’d make sure to not let you go this time. He’d invite you for dinner, buy you a house, build on his new future. If you would have him, that was. He owed you that much - the money he owed your grandfather.

It all crossed his mind as he sat on the shore, knees hugged close to his chest.

From his left, an elderly woman appeared. “Excuse me.” she started, and he slowly turned towards her. “Would you like to buy some flowers?”

Gi-hun did not respond. “Please, mister. I need to get rid of them tonight or they’ll end up wilting away.”

Taking pity, Gi-hun reached for his pocket to take out the remaining won he had there.

“Thank you, mister.” she said with a small bow, the plastic around the roses rustling as she took one from the bucket and gave it to him, putting it down next to him. “I appreciate it.”

He did not speak, not even when she wished him a good night, and he watched her leave.

Gi-hun let his eyes fall onto the rose, noticing a small note on the side. He sniffed, tearing it off. The design was oddly familiar, with a pink bow on the front, on sleek black paper reminiscent of the mockingly cheerful coffins during the Squid Game.

He opened the small flap at the back and took out a card - golden, with three shapes next to each other. A circle, a triangle and a square. His eyes widened in shock, dropping the tiny envelope.

Gi-hun turned it in his hands, quickly reading what was written on it.

DECEMBER 24th, 11:30PM SKY BUILDING, 7TH FLOOR

FROM YOUR GGANBU

His breath hitched in his throat.

~*~*~

The Sky Building was oddly quiet. After summoning the lift, Gi-hun went to the seventh floor, as was asked of him.

An eerily empty room as he opened the door. At the end, near the window, stood a single bed, surrounded with medical equipment, a few pieces of furniture, but nothing else. Gi-hun walked towards it with large strides, eyes focused upon the form in the bed, a person who was looking out over the world down below.

His heart skipped - dropped - when the figure turned over in their bed. The sunken face of Oh Il-nam came into view, and Gi-hun’s eyes widened in shock.

The old man reached for the oxygen mask that sat on his nose and lifted it, taking it off.

“Pour some water in there.” he said after taking a few deep breaths, turning to his friend. “Please, Gi-hun.”

Gi-hun did as he requested, grabbing the decanter of water and pouring it into the glass that stood next to it. He haphazardly handed it to the old man, who took it and brought it to his lips.

The heart rate monitor beeped unsteadily and the old man gulped down some water whilst Gi-hun stared at him with a quivering brow. “Who are you?”

He did not get a response. “You explain this.”

Il-nam put down the glass and looked out the window. “You see him?” he pointed at a man that sat slumped on the ground across the street, “That man down there?”

Gi-hun followed his finger. “He must be drunk because he’s been sitting there for hours. He looks homeless, too, if I had to guess…”

“You…” Gi-hun breathed, “Were you the one who’s behind it?”

Il-nam ignored his question. “He’s going to freeze to death if he stays out there any longer. And no one is going over to help or anything.”

“Why the hell did you do it?” Gi-hun exclaimed through gritted teeth.

“Would you help out that guy?” Il-nam wondered out loud.

“Answer me!” Gi-hun spat, shakily breathing. “Why did you do that to us?!”

The old man sighed. “You think that you will stop walking and help that disgusting, stinking drunk, little piece of trash, huh?”

Gi-hun wouldn’t have any of it anymore. “Show me who you are!” he exclaimed, leaning towards the old man, shaking with emotion. “Why did I get to live and no one else?!”

“Listen. Let’s play something tonight. That man out there, if he remains out there until midnight, I win. If anyone… If anyone goes to help the drunk before then, in that case, you win.”

As soon as Il-nam looked at Gi-hun, the latter grabbed his collar roughly, holding him tight.

“Cut the crap, okay!” Gi-hun growled. “I could easily snap your neck right here.”

The old man struggled in his breathing. “If you do that, then you won’t get to hear my explanation for all this.” Gi-hun gritted his teeth. “Play this game with me and… I’ll give you the… Answer to your question.”

Shivering, Gi-hun let go of him, stepping back, rage filling his features. Slowly, he strode over to the window, looking at the man on the street, and then turned to the large clock behind him. Twenty-five minutes before midnight.

“And if I win,” Gi-hun whispered, “Then I’ll kill you without a second thought.”

“What will you… Bet on it, then?”

Gi-hun sharply inhaled. “Anything,” he said. “It doesn’t matter. You might as well take everything I have.”

Ten minutes passed.

“Who are you?” Gi-hun whispered.

The old man breathed deeply, his lungs hurting. “I earn a living by lending out money.”

“You give money to people for a living… And you get rich doing it?”

The old man lightly chuckled. “Money… You know what making money is like. It’s not simple to do.”

Gi-hun narrowed his eyes. “So then… Was any of what you said true or was it all just a lie? Oh Il-nam. Is that even your real name, huh?”

A heartbreaking thought suddenly crossed Gi-hun’s mind. Were you a lie as well?

“It is. Yes, that’s real.” said he, “Oh Il-nam. That tumour is also real. And it also had gotten larger, too. That’s true. And the house I used to live in with my family, it was almost exactly like that one in the alley. That’s all true. And (Y/n) is real, too. Her name, that is.”

Gi-hun wanted to ask about it, but his question got stuck in his throat when he saw that someone approached the drunk on the street, momentarily halting in front of him. Both of them stared at the person kneeling down in front of the drunkard, looking around, and then walking off. Gi-hun exhaled.

“Can you still trust anybody to be good, even after everything you’ve been through?” questioned Il-nam.

“Why did you send a card?” Gi-hun wanted to know.

“I heard that all the money you won is just sitting there and that you’re still living like you used to.” Il-nam paused briefly. “Is it all just because you feel guilty?”

Gi-hun looked at the old man. “Guilt?” he queried bitterly. “Guilt?! You don’t feel any guilt for what you did, do you?” Disbelief clouded his voice.

“It’s yours now.” Il-nam calmly stated. “That cash is your reward for your hard work and luck. You have every right to use it now. Life goes by quickly. In one minute, gone in a blink.”

Something shifted in the old man’s eyes. He needed his oxygen mask due to his struggle to breathe, but he did not put it on.

“Why did you do something like this?”

“Do you know what someone who doesn’t have any money has in common with someone with too much money to know what to do with?”

The man breathed in deeply, his lungs emitting a strange gurgling sound every time he exhaled. “Living is… No fun for either of them.” he clarified. “If you have too much money, then it doesn’t matter what you buy, or eat, or drink, or whatever. Everything, well it gets boring.”

He paused to breathe. “All my clients started to eventually say the exact same things whenever we talked. Everybody felt… That there was no joy in their lives anymore. And so, we decided to get together. We did a little bit of thinking. What could we all do to finally have some fun?”

“Some fun?” Gi-hun scoffed. “You put us through all of that so you can have fun?”

“It seems that you forgot how no one had to play and that you all put your signatures on the agreement. That you all made your decision to come back on your own.”

A pause. The clock’s hands neared midnight.

“Well, he’s still out there.” said Il-nam. “It looks like you’ve run out of luck. Tell me, do you still trust in humanity being good?”

“I want to know why you joined us…” Gi-hun said, “And who (Y/n) is. If she knows about… All this.”

The old man heaved. “Oh, well… In my childhood, I always had so much fun out doing things with all of my friends.” He turned to the ceiling and stared ahead of him, his eyes starting to glitter at the remembrance. “We’d lose track of time for hours. I wanted to just… Feel something… Just one last time before I die. And you are not going to get that feeling if you are just going to spectate, and I desperately wanted that.”

“And so, did playing do that then?” Gi-hun bitterly spat.

“Yes.” breathed the old man. “You asked me why I let you live. By joining and playing with you… I got the chance to feel something again. Thanks to you, I got to remember all these things that I had forgotten long ago. It had been such a long time since I was able to have that much fun.”

“And (Y/n)?”

“Tell her that I am very proud of her. And… Forgive her,” said the old man.

“What, I don’t unders--”

A police siren blared through the street and a car pulled up next to the drunk man. Out came the person who had knelt over him earlier, together with an officer. Gi-hun shakily exhaled.

“Look at that.” whispered Gi-hun. “There’s someone who cares.”

The clock struck twelve, and Gi-hun turned to the man. “And (Y/n)?” he stated more firmly, but got no response. He looked to his left and saw Il-nam lay with his eyes open, looking at the ceiling.

The heart rate monitor flattened.

Gi-hun walked over to the side of the bed, looking at the body of the old man.

“You saw that, didn’t you?” Gi-hun whispered. “You saw that you lost.”

Silently, he left the room under the final chimes of the clock.

You emerged from the shadows, heart heavy with emotion, and you rushed over to the side of the bed, tears running down your cheeks. Halting next to him, you hugged your grandfather tightly, sobbing into his robe.

A gentle hand on your shoulder, and you pivoted to see In-ho give you a reassuring nod. You sighed, stepping away from the body, allowing him to close the lifeless, glossy eyes of your grandfather.

He pulled a chair for you next to Il-nam so that you could sit with him, and In-ho went to stare out of the window, where snow was falling down on Seoul, making for a white Christmas after all.

~*~*~

The weeks after are void.

The preparations for the new Squid Game were already around the corner. In-ho had regularly sent you files on possible participants and you took great care in making sure that things would go smoothly.

This year, things would be entirely different. For once, you were all on your own, without your grandfather’s help.

But you had to keep up appearances.

Chewing on the back of your pen, you scanned the contents of your notebook.

There was no unwritten page inside it anymore, and you underlined a few words that stood out to you. You knew everything there was to know about the Squid Game, and it was everything you needed to carry out your plan.

It had been dangerous, for behind your obedient smile towards your grandfather had been sitting a whole other ploy.

Perhaps it had been good to see him so closely brushing with death as well as the man who you had developed feelings for over such a short period of time. It gave an extra layer of the murderous game, the lethal shift of wealth - people who had nothing were given so much that they wouldn’t know what to do with it.

Like your grandfather had said, those winners were thrust into a life that was as equally as mirthless. From the frying pan into the fire.

Nobody suspected a thing; not even In-ho, who occasionally paid you visits to speak about possible games. New VIPs were allotted to be allowed to visit this year’s Squid Game, and you had already decided on a few participants you’d approach once the time was there.

Your golden fox mask hid so much more than just your facial features, and you were equally as sly. For weeks on end, it was you and the final pages of your little notebook, scribbled all over with the secrets of the elite.

Some mistook your reserved behaviour for grief. Others grew more wary of you, as if you had grown more stern per your grandfather’s passing and would send them off without as much as a second chance. You didn’t mind their fear, for it left you room to be on your own.

You needed your room to breathe after all what happened - and you were certain that Seong Gi-hun did not want to see you again after everything that had been revealed to him. You were certain that he knew that you had to do a lot with the Squid Game; despite your grandfather not directly telling Gi-hun that you were the Game Maker now, if he pieced two and two together, he could’ve guessed that you indeed were not the poverty-stricken bachelorette who lived in a shelter for women in need.

A good grandfather would not willingly let his granddaughter suffer under such circumstances. Gi-hun must have figured it out by now.

The only person you had left was Hwang In-ho, the person you called your friend. Still, you felt like you had to walk around on your tiptoes ever since your grandfather’s death, as if he would be able to hear your every wrong thought and move.

It was a lonely period of time, but you had enough space to prepare in peace. After all, a plan like yours needed to be researched well, though it could prove difficult to be considered doable by a woman just on her own. A powerful one at that, but still, you needed allies in this fight.

One morning, a few days before the next Squid Game would start, you were browsing through the new potential candidates when In-ho walked into the lounge, bringing news - an opportunity thrown right into your lap.

“Seong Gi-hun contacted one of our recruiters.”

You looked up from your work and slowly put down the file. “Beg your pardon?”

“He somehow got his hands onto one of the cards. Contacted the number, and despite their advances to get him onto his plane to America, he turned around and walked away. He could prove to become bothersome to us if we are to execute this year’s Game.”

In-ho paused, folding his hands on his back. “Should we neutralise him, ma’am?” queried him, and you shook your head, rubbing the back of your pen over your bottom lip.

“Don’t you even dare.” said you, shoving back your chair and standing up. “I wish to speak to him. Get me a helicopter at once.”

In-ho gave a nod. “As you wish, ma’am.”

He legged out of the room and you sighed, grabbing your well-filled booklet and went to prepare to leave the facility.

Finding Gi-hun was no difficult task. If anything, he didn’t even try to hide from the recruiters, actively prowling around on the underground stations to warn unsuspecting passengers. The helicopter landed you just outside of the city and you were brought further into the area by car.

One of the salesmen had found him in no time and told him that someone was trying to speak to him in private. Puzzled though curious as Gi-hun was, he came to the meeting spot you had called, where you were waiting for him, looking out over the lake, the city life bustling on the horizon. It was dark, and you doubted he’d recognise your face behind the mask that sat on it, still.

Footsteps approached. They were more confident than his stride had been a few months ago upon meeting your dying grandfather. You stood with your back still turned to him, hands folded in front of you, and when he halted, you pivoted to face him.

“Seong Gi-hun.” you said. “We meet again.”

He frowned, and a soft smile spread over your lips. You pointed at the side of your head. “I like the red. It suits you, I think. What made you choose that colour?”

His eyes narrowed, as if he was trying to piece it all together.

“Do I know you?” he asked.

Perhaps he had not wanted to believe it, had chosen to actively suppress the very possibility of you being involved in all this. But how naive would he be, after all this, to be so determined in proving your innocence? Nothing he had known had turned out to be true, he had found out when his gganbu called him to his deathbed.

You reached behind your head and undid your mask, lifting it from your face to reveal the features Gi-hun had grown to be so sweet on. He gulped, lips quivering much akin to how they had been when confronting your grandfather, and he shook his head slightly.

“Not you, too.” he gasped.

You gave him a tight-lipped smile. “Hello, Gi-hun.”

He stepped closer, but you were unfazed by the growing rage in his features. “You’re also behind it? And carry on his work after he’s gone?! Making me believe that you were a poor woman in need, so undeserving of all the misery you claimed to be going through?!”

Guilt tugged at your heartstrings, but you refused to cry. You let him rant and rave, staring at him whilst taking it all in.

“I can’t believe I am in love with you! You monster! You made me believe that your grandfather had gone missing and that you were in need of a job! I trusted you!”

His teeth gnashed and he pointed an accusing finger at you. You swallowed away the lump in your throat and you took it all. “You are just as sick as him! No, you’re worse! You’re in a perfectly healthy condition, and yet you choose to do these revolting things! I want nothing to do with you!”

His words broke your heart.

He fell quiet suddenly and blinked away tears, chin trembling as he tried to not sob before he whispered his confession:

“You were supposed to be my new life.”

Silence.

“Will you let me speak now?” you whispered. Gi-hun gave you a small nod. You set your mask on the floor and sighed, standing in front of him.

“I owe you an explanation, and a whole lot more. Ask me what you want to know, and I will answer truthfully. After that, I will tell you what I need you to know.”

Gi-hun narrowed his eyes. “Who are you?”

“My name is (L/n) (Y/n), granddaughter of the late Oh Il-nam. Final family member who was in touch with him, so now I’ve got no one but myself.”

“And?”

You sighed. “Game Maker.” you said slowly. Gi-hun shook his head.

“To think that I considered taking you into my home. You’re nothing but a rat.”

You swallowed away your emotions. “Anything else?” you whispered.

“Why are you doing this? The Game?”

“Did my grandfather’s explanation not suffice?”

Gi-hun chewed the inside of his cheek until his mouth tasted of iron.

“I don’t see how a woman like you would be fed-up with life and organise death games in order to spice it up.”

Sighing, you folded your hands on your back. “Because of issues in our family, my grandfather was the one who raised me. He was a strict man, not awfully kind, but I loved him regardless of it all. In my late twenties, my grandfather introduced me to this business. A business of having participants voluntarily join games to compete for money. What he did not tell me at first, is that elimination equaled death in this event. Needless to say, the first time was terrifying. He convinced me though, and I stayed. He had been running those games for a few years already back then, and he mentored me to organise them.”

Gi-hun’s face twisted into a sneer. “What a legacy.” he spat, voice heavy with venom.

Perhaps it had been a wrong call to find him, but you owed him an apology at least.

“Anything else you want to know?” you quizzed.

“I want to know why you wanted to see me.”

You smiled, your gazes finally crossing. Your heart skipped a beat against your better judgement to not get attached, not when the hatred was practically dripping from his features.

“First and foremost, I wanted to thank you.” you told him. “Throughout the Squid Game, you have thoroughly looked after my grandfather, even when nobody else would. You showed kindness to a weak man through it all, risking the wrath of many, and above that, risking death. You, Seong Gi-hun, have been my grandfather’s guardian angel. And in turn, I have been yours.”

He narrowed his eyes. “How so? How are you my guardian angel?”

“I have been your reason to keep going during the games and thereafter. The one who gave you hope when nobody else did. And… I have been watching you.” you confessed. “I saw that you’ve finally started using your money.”

Gi-hun swallowed thickly. “And secondly?” he queried.

“Secondly,” you said, “I wanted to propose something to you.”

You took out your notebook, and Gi-hun began shaking his head. “I am not joining you to organise any kind of Squid Game. I don’t trust you and I never will. I won’t hear any of it.”

He began to leave by turning around and walking off, but your words made him freeze in place.

“Then how about you join me in taking it down?”

Gi-hun’s brow furrowed. “What?”

You held your notebook before you. “Right here, I’ve got everything there is to know about the Squid Games. Tactics, guard patrols, names and secrets. Even the VIPs are mentioned here and there. That’s the people who bet on you. It’s enough to make a good start in breaking off this thing.”

Gi-hun turned to you, eyebrows knitting together. “But… Why?”

“Seeing my grandfather,” you began, soon adding, “Seeing you, in such a game, it has given me a new perspective on this event. I started doubting all of this about a year ago and decided to write down everything I noticed and knew. Safe codes, passwords, staff names.” You waved the notebook in front of you. “It is going to take a long time,” you explained, “To take this rotten facility down. Expose it to the world. It will take time, patience, and sacrifices.”

Seong Gi-hun stared at you. “Sacrifices?”

“Another year of Squid Game in South Korea.” you told him.

“Why? If you hate it so much, then why are you organising it?”

You smiled a little, shaking your head. “Because I can’t just dismantle everything at once. I might be the Game Maker, but things will not end well if I choose to take this down right away. This is necessary evil, Gi-hun. In this world, I am necessary evil.”

“Then how will you do this?” His red hair became tousled by the wind, and you tried your best to not smile at him.

“From the top down.” you said. “Bit by bit, piece by piece. No stone shall be left standing, but it will take time.”

Gi-hun stepped closer to you. “And why exactly did you ask me to join you?”

You swallowed, unable to fight a blush.

“Because I trust you,” you said, “And… You’ve grown dear to me, Gi-hun. You give me hope.”

His jaw fell open as he tried to reply, but the words got stuck in his throat.

“How do I know that I can trust you?”

You smiled at him, reaching out to smooth out a few of his red locks that sat messily on his head, and rested your hand on his face. “Because I told you who I am,” you said, “You have heard my deepest secret, the plans I have for these Squid Games. I want you on my side, and I gave you all I have. If you want to join me in this fight, Gi-hun, then by all means. I need an ally and a friend to guide me through.”

And perhaps something more.

You took out a business card and handed it to Gi-hun, who read it whilst you picked up your mask. “Is it true?” he wondered out loud, “Or are you just saying that you like me, because you think that it is what I want to hear?”

You smiled, caressing his face, leaning in to press a lingering kiss onto his cheek. Gi-hun stood, unable to move or speak at the feel of your lips on his skin. They were softer than he had dared to imagine.

“I hope that answered your question.” you breathed, walking around him to leave the shore. Whilst slipping your mask back on, you listened for any noise behind you, but he did not call after you.

Before the end of the day, your private phone started buzzing.

An unknown number lit up on the display, and you knew immediately who it was, answering it.

“(Y/n)?” Gi-hun spoke at the other side of the line, voice determined and heavy with emotion.

“Yes?” you said, your heart drumming in your throat. His words were like honey.

He took a deep breath before replying.

“Count me in.”

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Purple Irises I Mafia Park Jimin x Reader

Authors note: Oh my god I did not expect to people to actually read this. Let alone like it. And I’m so happy you guys liked it! But yesterday I read back on what I had written. And was like, what is this shit. And that was when I realized I sucked at writing second person pov. But I found a way to improve my writing. At least a little but :’) Though it will take longer for me to write chapters, at least they will be better quality. I actually did a lot of research for this chapter. Ngl kinda proud of it Btw still working on that master list. But for now the links are below. Which is like two right now. Thank you for all the support! Happy readings!

Word count: 9k

Genre: Mafia au, this ones kinda fluffy, kind of suspense not really

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

(Series) Summary: You were supposed to be delivering flowers, how did you end up in an operation room digging out a bullet from a mafia boss’ shoulder?

Purple irises: Royalty and wisdom

Warning: Guns, violence, smoking,

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You gasped, eyes flying open, awakened by an abrupt pull on your hand. Scrambling backwards, startled from your sleep, you look up, head still in the haze of sleep, sight fuzzy, you freeze. When your eyes meet the muzzle of a gun. Vision trailing upwards to its owner. It was Jimin, on his knees, face contorted in pain. He was cradling his injured shoulder with his good arm, he held the gun with his damaged one. A splotch of red stained the white bandages around his left shoulder.

“Who the hell are you!? And what are you doing here?!” He thundered, eyes twitching from pain. The boom of his voice wakes the other men in the room, they jump startled from their slumber. Jimin growls, clicking the gun’s safety off, more than ready to shoot you where you sat. You open your mouth, hastily trying to respond.

“Hyung! Wiat! She’s not a threat!” Jeonguk cried, stepping in front of you, trying to calm his panicked elder. Jimin’s eyes snapped to the younger male’s, before returning to your form behind Jeongguk.

“What?!” He spat, confusion flooding his pained expression.

“Jimin, Calm down, he’s telling the truth, she's not a threat,” Namjoon interjects, hoping to diffuse the situation before anyone was shot. He eased his way towards the bed from where he had been resting. Careful steps, moving as though approaching a wild animal, at that moment Jimin could be considered just as deadly as one.

“Do you remember anything from yesterday?” He questions, taking calm strides, coming to a stand next to Jeongguk. “Do you remember the surgery?” He asks.

Jimin eyes shift trying to recall any memories from the previous day. He cringed when he remembered the surgery, and the searing pain he of someone digging around his open wound with strange medical instruments. His eyes scanned your face, you did look mildly familiar. He had seen you somewhere... right, in the medical room. He had caught a glimpse when you when you were poking around in his shoulder. The majority of your face had been covered by a mask, but he remembered your eyes.

“And she has no connections so the Yeong’s?” Jimin asks, still unconvinced of your harmlessness.

“None,” Namjoon assures.

“You know that because?” Jimin raises a brow.

“I ran a background check, and no connections,”

Jimin’s posture relaxes, Namjoon’s intel was nearly never misplaced. He lowered his gun, and fell back onto his bed. Flinching in pain as he did so. You wearily released a breath you didn’t know you were holding, before deeply inhaling and gathering your bearings, you stood.

“The bandages, I need to clean your wound and change your bandages, but you might have reopened your sutures. So I may need to replace them. But we can start you on pain meds after you eat something,” Using the table behind you for support as you stood, still shaky from the encounter. You weren’t too sure if you should’ve said that or not, but the doctor in you couldn’t take the need to attend to the possibly re-opened wound.

“I’ll need clean water, any kind of antibiotic ointment like bacitracin or Neosporin, cotton pads, gauze, and bandages,” You recount your supplies list, voice soft, as your eyes fly within your eye sockets trying to recall if you had missed anything.

“Anything else” Hoseok piped, shuffling past Namjoon and Jeongguk. You shook your head no. “Alright, I’ll go get the stuff,” His lips curved up, giving you a gentle smile before scampering out the door.

“Right then, I’ll have the maids deliver breakfast,” Jin announced, breaking the short quiet that had fallen.Your gaze followed Jin as he booked it. A soft smile tugged at your lips when you caught a glance at his expression. He looked tired but wore a relieved expression.

“You okay, (Y/n)?” You shifted your eyes to meet Jeongguk’s. And smiled to let him know you would be fine. The awkward silence returned, and you fidgeted with your fingers. Until Hoseok burst in through the double doors, supplies in hand. You let out a breath of relief, now you’d have something to do instead of sit there and fidget.

You quietly thanked him and helped him place all the supplies on the edge of the large bed. Your gaze met Jimin’s, “Um May I?”

He nodded, looking away.

“Can you turn around for a bit? It’ll be easier to take off the bandage,” You asked him, pointing to the bandage clip that was holding everything together. He paused, considering whether to turn his back to you or not. It would leave him vulnerable to you, but you were surrounded by his men. If you tried anything, they were there. And so he did, eyeing you before wordlessly facing the other direction.

You could see the contemplation in her eye, he had just froze for a few minutes. You were even thinking of teaching one of them to change his bandages. But turns out you wouldn't have to after all.

“This is gonna hurt,” You gently undo the metal bandage clip, you grab hold of the loose end of the bandage and slowly begin unfurling it. Moving as delicately as possible, you reach over his shoulders, under his right armpit, then over his back, then repeat.

You muttered an apology when Jimin winced as you took the last layer of gauze off. Once the bloodied bandages and gauze were gone, you needed to clean the suture. You breathe out, backing off the bed, you stand. Jimin’s eyes follow you, confusion riddled on his face, as well as on the faces of the other four men in the room.

“Is there a clean towel or washcloth I can use?” You ask, meeting eyes with each men.

“Hyung I’m gonna grab one of your towels,” Jeongguk bolts towards Jimin’s massive closet, not even waiting for an answer. A faint smile made its way onto Jimin’s face as he watched the youngest male. The folds on his forehead fading as his eyes follow his little brother came charging into the room a fluffy white towel in hand.

Delivering the towel to you, Jeongguk rushed into the bathroom, and you hear the water running. Jeongguk is holding a glass bowl, attentively taking slow steps as to not spill the water. He gingerly places the large bowl on the floor next to you.

“Thank you,” You smile widely at the brunette, who returns the smile with one of his own, and oh, it's that bunny smile again. His nose scrunches and he shows off his pearly whites.

“No problem,’’

Namjoon smiles at the interaction, happy to see his usually reserved friend talk so freely around, essitenially a stranger.

Dunking the towel into the bowl, you felt the warm water hit your skin. And smiled at the feeling, the temperature was perfect, not hot but not cold either, it was warm. Wringing out the towel, Jimin now sitting as he did before. Jimin hissed in pain, as you tenderly dab the towel before, softly dragging the towel across the sutured wound. Once the blood had been wiped away, you were able to get a clear look at the sutures. The sutures were still in place, good.

“Looks like you don’t need to replace any. Hm, you probably moved too fast,” You muse, opening the tube of bacitracin and squeezing some onto a cotton pad.

“Okay, this is gonna sting,” You warn, eyeing Jimin. He tensed, letting out a breath, nodding, giving you the go ahead.

Gingerly rubbing the ointment on, you mutter apologies as he displays his colorful vocabulary. Once you properly applied the bacitracin, you folded some gauze into a decent sized square placing it on the injury then wrapping gauze around and over his shoulder. Then gently wrapping the bandages like you did the gauze, finish the dressing by clipping the bandage clip on.

“Okay, all done,” The corners of your lips lifted, looking over your handy work. “We’ll have to change your bandages twice a day, so be ready for that,” You laugh as you pick up the water bowl. Which, now that you were looking at it, it seemed more like a decorative bowl than a regular glass bowl. The glass had been carved into, patterns of vines and blooms twisted around the bowl. You grinned, did Jeongguk just bring whatever bowl he found in the bathroom?

“Here I’ll take it,” The male in question offered. You eyed him with a grin. “No, I did not take the flower bowl from huyng’s bathroom.”

“Uh-huh,” You nodded in mock belief. Jeongguk puffed his cheeks, stomping away, then panicked when some of the water in the bowl spilled.

You laughed out loud at the male’s adorable childishness, leaning against the bed on the floor. Hoseok burst into a fit of laughter as the Jeongguk scrunched his face in disdain. The men agreeing with your sentiment, chuckled along. This wasn’t funny, now he had to clean up this mess. But an unknowing smile snuck its way onto Jimin’s lips as he watched you giggle.

Knock Knock Knock

“Ah it must be breakfast,” Namjoon called, voice light from the rueful moment. He opened the door and let two maids in. They wore long black dresses with full sleeves, and a white apron tied around their body. They wore what you would call a traditional maid outfit. And each wheeled in a food trolley, leaving them with Namjoon, who gave them a small smile and a nod. They respectfully bowed and left the room.

Breakfast had arrived yet still no sign of Jin. Was he not going to eat with you guys? You frowned with an involuntary tilt of your head. Jimin blinked at your actions, you looked…like a puppy. The soft furring of your brows, and lips that tugged downwards. That was...adorable. He snapped his eyes away, realizing he was staring.

Though your frown melted when a figure entered through the double doors. It was Jin! And he had a trolley of his own. However, instead of food, his trolley featured an array of spirited beverages. From margaritas to martinis, what was that red thing in a cocktail glass?

“I brought everyone’s favourites!” Jin announced a wide grin on his face.

This time around, the plates of food hadn’t been placed on the coffee table. You blinked, ah they were eating together, with Jimin.

“Come on, let's eat!” Hoseok bounced, handing you a plate. You smiled gratefully, thanking him for the food. And he gave you such a brilliant smile that would put the sun to shame.

It was an english breakfast; eggs, toast, sassauges, and some colorful vegetables. There were condiments too, butter, jam, and honey.

As everyone grabbed a plate, they each sought a place close to Jimin. Jeongguk sat directly beside him on the right side of bed, Namjoon sat on Jimin’s left with Yoongi in the space in front of Namjoon. Hoseok sat cross legged at the center of the bed. But Jin had yet to sit, he was handing out everyone’s drinks. You sat on the rug, this time next the foot of the bed.

Nothing could stop the smile forming on your lips, it was incredibly endearing watching these men interact. Growing up, you had always enjoyed observing others, not in a creepy way of course. And just watching these men get along and laugh together warmed your heart.

“What are you doing all the way over there? Get over here! We haven’t introduced you Jimin yet!” Jin called in faux anger, waving his hands in a ‘get over here’ motion.

Your eyes widened in surprise, were they inviting you to eat with them? Would they truly invite you in such an intimate moment? And your questions were answered.

“Would you like a written invitation?!” Jin hollered, and you scrambled your way to the group, careful not to drop your food. You sat between Yoongi and Namjoon on the rug, so Jimin could still see you.

“Sorry, I didn’t know what you liked, so I just got you coffee,” Jin handed you your cup, making himself comfortable next to you. And you shook your head.

“No, it's fine. I don’t really drink that much anyway,”

“Sounds to me like someone’s trying to cover up the fact that they’re a light weight,” Yoongi jokes, and the others chuckle with him, but the laughter faded when you refused to meet his eyes, your cheeks slightly flushed.

“Wait, you’re actually a light weight?” Yoongi asked, with a mild look of shock on his face. You turned your body away.

“I was busy studying most of the time, okay? I didn’t have time to go partying,” Jimin smiled, amusement dancing in his honey brown orbs, as you puffed your cheeks grumbling, stuffing eggs into your mouth.

“There’s nothing wrong with that,”Namjoon chuckles at you child like behaviour, before continuing, “But I believe that we should formally introduce you to Jimin,”

You nodded, “My name is (L/n) (Y/n), but please call me (Y/n), I am twenty-four years old, and an ex-doctor trainee? Current assistant florist,” You explained everything in one go.

“I apologize for what happened earlier, you startled me, was all. I am Park Jimin, and the head of this group,” he introduced himself, a smile on his lips. Though amusement still plays on his expression. You nod, going back to your food.

Breakfast somehow seemed rowdier than dinner the day before, with Jeongguk and Jin play fighting. Jeongguk overpowering Jin. Yoongi and Hoseok made small talk, sharing jokes and playful jabs.

By the time breakfast was done, the sun was its highest point, shining brightly. So it was more of a brunch than a breakfast. You crawled to one of the trolleys, placing your ceramic plate on the lower deck. Then standing and stretching, as you did you thought of your pupper, technically she was still a puppy at one years old. You looked at Namjoon a little anxious. Shelty hadn’t been today, she was probably starving by now.

“ Ah yes, we can get your dog today,” Namjoon said, almost reading your mind. “Actually, why don’t you and Guk head out right now?”

Your eyes snapped towards Jeongguk, you gaze pleading. Jeongguk chuckled and crawled off the bed, coming to a stand next to you. “Alright let's go,”

You practically bounced with joy, happy you were going to see your baby again. Sure, it had been less than twenty-four hours since the last time you had seen her, but missed her fluffy cuddles and slobbery kisses.

“We’ll be back!” Jeongguk called heading out the door. You waved at the men still sitting before rushing after the brunette who was already out the door.

“She has a dog?” Jimin questioned, meeting Namjoon’s eyes. Who simply nodded in response. “What kind?”

“You’ll see,” Jin snickers, organizing the dishes on the trolley.

“By god they were rich!” You thought, flabbergasted, as you stood in the underground parking. The garage had to be as humongous as the mansion above. And cars took up nearly every parking space available. And here you stood, in some section of the garage in front of a SUV that probably costs more than your life. It had a white body and the hood of the car slightly sloped toward the nose end of the car. And Right above the bumper sat a crest of shield with a golden bull you knew this car was a Lamborghini. You didn’t know the model it was, all you knew, all you needed to know was that. It. Was. expensive.

“Come on get in,” Jeongguk says, sliding into the driver's seat. You staggered as you gently pulled on the handle and gingerly sat in the passenger's seat, in all honesty afraid you might scratch the beauty. Jeongguk chuckled catching onto what you were thinking.

“Don’t worry, it’s not gonna break,”

The drive to your apartment was spent with Jeongguk telling you the story of how he learned to drive. It was easy talking to Jeongguk, conversations just flowed smoother than a stream. Topic to topic, story to story, before you knew it you at the gate of your apartment complex.

“Ah, let me open the gate,” you say clicking on the remote to the remote control gate. “I don’t have a car, so you can park in my parking spot. My parking is C3”

Jeongguk nodded, steering the car to the vacant parking space. You giddily unbuckled your seat belt, excited to you girl. A soft smile making its way to his lips at your excitement.

“Come on slowpoke, my apartments on the third floor,” you holler, already half inside the building.

“Coming, coming,” he jogs to catch up to you. He would see your dog now, she was a wild dog. He wondered how big she was.

“There, at the end of the hallway,” you point to the door that read 54. Keys already in hand you, quickly unlock the door.

“Shelty! I’m home!” You cheered as you walked in.

The apartment was a studio, it was small, much smaller than that Jeongguk was used to. But it looked cozy, the dim-ish lighting and soft glow brought by the fairy lights that hung on your ceiling. The walls were white, cracks in the plaster here and there. A decent sized window on the left wall,insight blue curtains covered the windows. A fluffy baby blue blanket and a fuzzy puppy blanket on your queen bed. A low umber brown headboard, Jeongguk chuckles to himself, as he counted over twenty pillows on your bed. But, where was your dog? He pondered eyes glancing across the many bookshelves that decorate your walls. All of them filled to the brim with books. Did you like reading? His thoughts wandered, when a shadow moved in the corner of his eye. Jeongguk snaps his head toward the direction of the shadow. He froze, eyes wide.

There stood a jet black wolf, about as tall as his upper thigh, it’s ears barely reaching his hips, with golden amber eyes. The large wolf sauntered over walking past him as you stood.

“Shelty! Oh my good girl, I’m sorry I wasn’t home yesterday,” You bend down massaging her neck, placing kisses on her forehead, nuzzling into her fur. Shelty’s tail swished, from one side to another happy to see you.

Now Jeongguk understood why you insisted on being here yourself, if he had walked in here and was welcomed to the sight of that giant thing bearing its teeth, he would’ve shot it thinking a wolf had broken into your home.

“ You really weren’t kidding, when you said more wolf than dog,” Jeongguk laughs breathless, taking in the sight before him. The majestic wolf—dog stood tall, as its piercing amber eyes scanned him. Before turning back to you for more scratches and love. It seemed awfully gentle, contradictory to its hulking size. Shelty tilts her head, directing your pets to where she wanted.

“Yeah, and you’re still growing, aren’t you my good girl,” You coo at your puppy, kissing it’s forehead again, as it pawed at your arms.

“Come here you can pet her if you want,” You invited him.

“Are you sure about that?” Too late, Shelty was well over half way over to where he stood. Her fur was a luscious jet black, that almost gleamed in the light. She was well taken care of. Her beautiful coat looked far too soft for him to just not touch, and before he knew it his hand was petting her ears. He let out a breathy laugh as he now pet the creature with both hands, now eagerly petting the wolf-dog.

“Why don’t you two hang out for a bit and I’ll grab some clothes,” You smile at Jeongguk as he excitedly pets Shelty, who seems very pleased with all the affection she was receiving.

You along the wall that connected to the bathroom, you had a tall wooden dresser with six drawers. Grabbing the large backpack that sat beside the drawer, your eyes roaming the six open drawers, mentaly choosing the clothing you would take with you. Baggy clothes? Baggy clothes, you nod to yourself, grabbing as many sweatshirts and oversized hoodies you could, leaving some room for a couple pairs of jeans, leggings, and sweatpants, while tossing in as many pairs of bras and underwear as you could fit. Assuming you wouldn’t be going shopping anytime soon.

Satisfied with your packing skills, you set the backpack aside, you turn to grab another bag and pack all of Shelty’s favourite toys. You search around the floor for her toys, placing her tennis balls, tug of war rope, frisbee, and her pink stuffed owl into .inform Jeongguk that Shelty still hadn’t had breakfast yet.

“You ready to go?” He asked, still petting the wolf-dog.

“Ah, about that, I still need to feed Shelty,” Hearing her name, Shelty strolls her way to you, brushing against your left leg, she rounds back behind you, nudging you right thigh with her head.

“Why don’t you do that at the mansion? What does you give her,” You blink, at the mansion?

“Shelty’s in a raw meat with some veggies diet, but I’d like to feed her as soon as possible,” You answered, brows scrunching slightly. Sure, she had a whole chicken yesterday, but that was yesterday.

“That’s perfect, we have lots of raw meats, there’ll be a variety to choose from at home. And they’re all premium grade too! Plus I bet Shelty’ll love the backyard” Your head tilted unconsciously, still yet unconvinced. “Besides, I don’t think the hyungs would like us staying out for too long,”

You relented with a sigh, how could you say refuse those doe eyes, especially when paired with that bunny smile. “Alright, let me grab her pre-cut meals, I’ll give her an antler to tide her over for now. Then when we get back we can give her, her actual meal”

You could practically see his eternal victory dance, as he bounced on his feet. You walked past him into the small kitchen space, pulling out a large reusable bag that you usually used for while shopping for groceries. Opening the freezer portion relatively small silver fridge, you place her pre-cut meats then the veggies into the bag, once everything is set, you turn to Jeongguk informing you were ready to go.

“Alright! Let's head out,” He cheered, pumping his fists into the air. You reach to pick up the well packed backpack, staggering from the weight as you did. Jeongguk snorted at your gratefulness, then taking the backpack from you, effortlessly slinging it over a shoulder. Then proceeding to smirk at you. Curse biology and your non-existent upper body strength.

“Tell me something,” You said, staring nowhere in particular. “With how everything’s going, I’m assuming I’m moving in with you guys, right?”

“Right,”

“What about this place? What am I gonna do with all this stuff? My job?”

“You should ask Jimin hyung about your job and stuff, but we can have all your stuff moved into a room if you’d like,” Jeongguk replied, thoughtfully observing your expressionless face, he didn’t realize he had tensed until he relaxed when he saw you melt into a smile.

“I’d like, if you could… could you please?” You asked ruefully.

“Of course,” Jeongguk smiled widely.

“Shelty, come, let's go for a walk, forever,” You laughed, as the wolf-dog trotted over to you. “Sit,” You commanded, and she sat obediently as you placed her lavender slip on leash, which seemed to drown in all that fur.

“Wait, she can do tricks?!”Jeongguk gasped, amazement in his eyes. You giggled a ‘yeah’ before grabbing the bag with Shelty’s toys, the bag with her food already in hand.

You were just about out the door when you noticed Jeongguk intently staring at a wall.

“Not taking those?” He questioned, pointing to your framed diploma that hung on the wall.

“I probably should, shouldn’t I? I did work my but off for that” You smiled, padding over to where it hung and took it off the wall.

“Alright, now, let's actually go,” Jeongguk uger you out the door, locking it behind him.

“Oh my good girl I can’t wait to show you your new home!” You giggle as he coos at Shelty, who was comfortably seated on the back seat of Jeongguk’s SUV.

Unfortunately Shelty did not get an antler on the way to the mansion. You were afraid the drive there would be too bumpy for her to safely have an antler, besides the drive was short, you’d just end up taking it away soon after giving it to her. Shelty, unaware she was supposed to receive an antler was happily enjoying the ride. Jeongguk had rolled a window down for her to lean out of. Which she seemed to have loved, her tongue lolling out, a smile on her face.

Just as Jeongguk pulled up to the front gate, you were stopped by two security guards. As one of them approached the car, Jeongguk rolled his window down and nodded at the guard, who bowed to him then returned to his post. Before the large iron gate swung open. Anyone could see the twinkle in Shelty’s eyes as the SUV strolled through front lawns. You turned your head to Jeongguk and shared a laugh when you both saw the stars in the amber orbs or your adorable puppy.

Jeongguk parked the suv in front of the house, where you had parked the delivery van the previous day. Your eyes look at Jeongguk in silent question.

“See the dude coming here?” With a tilt of his head directed your eyes to the man walking to you. “He’ll take the it from,”

Humming at the answer you undo your seatbelt, and step out of the SUV. Then opened the door for Shelty, who excitedly jumped onto the ground, taking in her new surroundings. You called for her attention then held out your palm and closed it into a fist. The jet black, wolf-dog obliged, coming to a heel around your right foot.

“She can heel too!” An excited voice exclaimed, Jeongguk had made his way to you around the back of the SUV, getting your bags while on route.

“Aw, I was gonna help,” Pout formed on your lips, to which the brunette replied with a chuckle. “Here let me help,” Reaching out your arm, you step towards him, Shelty on you heel.

“‘Sfine, just make sure to have her leash on hand, just cuz I know she’s well behaved doesn’t mean others do,” He said, ignoring your hand and strolling towards the double doors. You exhale loudly, bending down and picking up the end of Shelty’s leash.

“Come on already!” An impatient Jeongguk bellows, half way through the door.

“Aish,” You breath jogging up the steps and into the house, a midnight black wolf-dog, half the size of Jeongguk in tow.

People seemed to have been productive while the both of you were gone. The furniture had been replaced, the same design and color just these didn’t have bullet holes. How did they do that so quickly? You pondered as your eyes roamed the newly refurbished room, finally taking in the appearance of the space.There were still holes in the walls but everything else had been replaced.

There was a floor to ceiling window that you would see right as you walked in, the short hallway to the living room was a little narrow, but the actual living space was huge. The walls were white with a tint of blue, large paintings of different landscapes hung from the walls. Two L-shaped sofa sets were in the center of the room, decently spaced, with two armchairs on one end of the sofa. A large tan fuzzy rug underneath the sofa sets. Vases in corners of rooms, each providing splashes of color.

“Jin hyung! Hoseok hyung! We got (Y/n)’s dog!” Jeongguk announces, his voice reverberating through out the house.

“What the hell are you yelling for braAHH!” Jin jumped when his eyes landed on the large amber eyed wolf.

“What happened?!What's wrong?!” Just as Jin retreated, Hoseok rushed into the room, entering from the west wing hallway. “Holy shit!” He exclaims seeing, to him a jet black wolf, in the middle of the living room.

When he bounces a step back, pulls out his gun. Jin following Hoseok’s action, pulled out his own gun, you wave your arms trying to explain that the wolf was actually your dog. However, your voice drowns over Jin and Hoseok yelling for you and Jeongguk to get away from ‘that thing’.

Startled by their abrupt movements, Shelty protectively steps in front of you. Taking a defensive stance, ears low and out to the side, teeth bared and a wrinkled snout. She let out a threatening snarl. ‘Aish what a mess,’ you think looking at the two hollering men and then there was Jeongguk, who seems to be enjoying the chaos.

“STOP YELLING,” Jin and Hoseok quiet staring at you, “This is my Shelty, my dog”

Both men let out a soft ‘oh’ before lowering their weapons, tucking them back into their holsters. Their shoulders relaxing, still on guard, but no longer holding lethal weapons at your baby.

“Wow, you weren’t joking around when you said more wolf than dog,” Jin gulps, somehow managing a smile.

The men may have settled down, but your puppy’s body language was still communicating aggression. So you folded you left foot behind your right, giving her a soft nudge with the heel of your foot. Not to hurt her, just to redirect her from her aggression.

Shelty’s head snapped upwards and looked up to you, licking her nose, her aggression fades into a more neutral standing. You smile at her behaviour, making a note to give her a whole chicken again for being such a good girl, even though she was in a place she's never been before.

“What was all that yelling about?” A voice booms from above, you tilt your head to the speaker. Jimin stood on the second floor, expression holding a hint of annoyance. Namjoon and Yoongi on either side of him. He wore a cream sweatshirt that was paired with gray sweatpants. That guy looked good in everything didn’t he?

His eyes met with each of the men, then you as he descended the winding staircase. But his eyes widened when his honey orbs landed on Shelty.

Just as he steps down the last stair, raising a brow, he question, “Anyone care to explain why there's a fucking wolf in the middle of my living room?”

“Jimin hyung! That’s (Y/n) dogs!” Jeongguk exclaims happily, coming to pet said wolf. Jimin blinks at the wolf, then at you, his gaze communicating a silent ‘really?’.

“This is Shelty, she's part german shepherd, part wolf, though as you can see she’s more wolf than dog,” You sheepishly chuckle, you hand rubbing the back of your head. “You can actually pet her if you want, she just started earlier.”

“And she can do tricks, (Y/n) show them,” Jeongguk pipes in, his eyes sparkling at the idea of your wolf-dog being capable of tricks. You look to Jimin, almost asking for permission, since he was the boss. When he gives an amused smile and a nod, you oblige to Jeongguk's request.

Jeongguk had set your bags down near the sofa closest to the floor to ceiling window. You search the bag with Shelty’s prepped meals for her homemade treats. Earlier that week you had baked her sweet potato chips. You brought out the bag with the treat and a clicker, which instanously got Shelty's attention.

Deciding to show off your baby you hold two fingers out then wave them in a downwards motion. Shelty, recognizing the command, sat. a clicking noise was made and you gave her a chip. That she downed in less than three seconds. Then you open your palm and close it into a fist, your intelligent pupper understanding your command walks towards you and comes to a stand a little behind you right foot. Clicking the metal clicker again you gave her another chip.

“Shelty, up,’’ You say and she stands on her hind legs, you move back a few steps calling her to you. She staggers as she does and you catch her paws before she drops them, placing her front paws on your shoulder. You pet her body, clicking the clicker then giving her another chip. The six men looked in awe, not particularly at the trick but her height, when standing on back two legs, she was about as tall as you.

Now it’s time for the finale, your favourite trick and the one you were most proud of. Facing your open palm at her, you give her a stay command, then you take a good four steps back.

“Bang,” You call, and Shelty fall to the floor as she ‘dies’. You hear gasps and ‘wow’s resound from the men as you quickly pressed the clicker bolting to her giving her her treat. You felt like a proud mama as the men in the room praised her.

“Wow, (Y/n) that’s so cool, she knows bang!” Hoseok cheers in excitement. “Can I, can I pet her?” he asks, a little hesitant from the incident before.

“Of course,” You smile, “Go on they want to give you pets. You love those,” cooing at the wolf-dog you gesture to the men. Sheltie lazily stood then padded her way over to the men. Hoseok tentatively ran his hand through Shelty’s fur, a sunny smile forming on his lips. As it does, the other men also seemed interested in petting her. Hell, even Jimin had a sparkle in his eyes.

You stood to the side as the men showered your puppy in attention. Who seemed to be drinking all the praise and affection. How cute, someone looking at them now

Jimin chuckles, looking over his brothers fawning over the wolf-dog. It had been a while since he had seen everyone smile and laugh together. This was… nice. But how long would this last? He sighs, breaking from the group over to where you stood.

“(Y/n), I’d like to talk to you,” Your head snaps to find Jimin's eyes, now serious again. “Come, sit,” He gestures to the spot across from him.

“Yes?” You gingerly sat where he had directed you to.

“I’m not gonna lie, it would be easier to just kill you be done with it,” He admits, eyes serious. You froze where you sat, a jittery feeling bubbling in the pit of your stomach. But they let you bring Shelty, didn’t that mean you got to live? Shelty alerts on your nervous energy, ears standing straight up, she trots over to you, placing her head on your lap.

At her actions the men caught on to the situation. They give each other a look before taking their seat around Jimin. The air in the room grew tenser at the silence.

Shelty whined, nudging her nose into your stomach, trying to comfort you. A soft smile tugging onto your lips as you per head. At least you knew she would be well taken care of, you knew Jeongguk had fallen in love with her. If anything would happen to you, you were sure he would take care of your baby.

“Why would I let you live when killing you would be so much easier?” He says tracing the small scars on his hands. You gulp at his words. “At the moment you contribute nothing, just another hassle to look after.”

“I guess you’re right,” You hum, watching Shelty nuzzle into your touch.

“So, I offer you a job,” His honey brown eyes stare into yours, “Work for me.”

“Excuse me,” You blink, confusion forcing an involuntary head tilt.

“Become a doctor for us. We’ve all seen you work, you’re good at what you do. You work for us, and everything else will be taken care of, your safety, living arrangements, dog, and the pay isn’t too bad,”Jimin nods at Yoongi’s explanation.

“Do you not have a doctor or like a medic or something?” You ask, confusion muddling your thoughts.

“Oh we do, we have a doctor, yes, but as you can see he doesn’t live with us. And has to be brought anytime there is an injury. Besides, we saw how useful it can be to have a doctor close by.” Yoongi continued

“On top of having living arrangements and pay, you’ll only be looking after the seven of us. Not a bad deal if I don’t say so myself. So how about it?” Jimin concludes, a coy smile on his plump lips.

You sigh, deeply exhaling, “Do I have a choice?”

“Not particularly no,” Jeongguk speaks up showing off bunny smile. You return his gesture, but could you do it? Could you be responsible for another's life again? Could you become a doctor for them?

There was a reason as to why you were an assistant florist instead of a doctor. You bit your lower lip, fidgeting with your finger nails, eyes downcast. The darkness from you past coming to life once more. Your anxiety and self-doubt resurfacing, slowly swallowing you into their depths. Until you felt something warm and wet brush against your cheek.

Shelty whined again, reflecting your nervous energy. A fond smile found its home on your lips. And you knew your answer. Sure, it was true Shelty would be taken care of even if something had happened to you. But… you didn’t want to leave the creature that had in your darkest times brought light into your life. You wanted to stay by her side, just as she had always been by yours.

Jimin watched as the turmoil that had once inhabited your face, faded and transformed into something else. He couldn’t quite recognize the expression on your face. It wasn’t happiness, it wasn’t the darkness from before, but it wasn’t sadness either. More like wistful acceptance.

He sighed, “I suppose you could have some time to think about it,”

“No, it's fine. I’m sorry, I just spaced out. I’ll take the job,” You shake your head, apologizing.

His lips tugged upwards, pleased with your answer. “Alright then, we’ll have all your belongings moved to your new room” Jimin says.

“By the way, shouldn’t you be in bed?” You questioned, a mischievous smile playing at your lips.

“Oh? Seems like the doc’s already on duty,” Jeongguk snorts, pushing himself off the back of the sofa, where he been standing.

“No rest for the wicked as they say,” Jimin sighs. And you chortle, agreeing.

“True, very ture,”

“I’m back!” A tall figure bursts through the front door, cheerfully announcing his arrival. A small suitcase in tow. He had chestnut brown hair and symmetrical features. He held a gray blazer, and wore matching gray slacks. A slightly wrinkled dress shirt, and a navy blue stripped tie with a silver tie pin completed his look.

“We have a guest?” He questions, giving his coat and suitcase to the maid that had seemingly appeared out of thin air. Who disappeared into the west wing hallway just as fast as she appeared.

“Meet (Y/n), our new personal doctor,” Jeongguk introduced you, as you gave him smile.

“Wow, I’m gone for one day and now we have an in house doctor,” He chuckles.

“Welcome back, how was the flight?” Jin asked, from his seat.

“It was only like an hour thirty minute flight,” He coasted over to the group, plopping down on the sofa the group sat at.

“ Kim Taehyung, nice to meet you (Y/n),” Taehyung reached out for a handshake, which you reciprocate.

“(L/n) (Y/n), nice to meet you too, though Jeongguk kind of already introduced me,” You chuckle.

“So, how was one of the biggest cities like?” The youngest male inquired, petting Shelty, who had made her way over to the men for wanting more attention and affection.

“It was good,” He gave a short reply.

“How was the beach? It should have been a sunny day in Tianjin. Were the waves really big? honestly I’ve never surfed before,” You questioned absentmindedly, trying to make small talk. A silence fell upon the room and realized, eyes widening as you did… He hadn’t talked about the beach yet. The other men looked at each other, how had you known that Taehyung was in Tianjin?

“How did… how did you know?” He sat a little straighter, now on alert.

This was a skill that developed over time as a result of observing others. Originally, you had planned to use your power of observation to help you become a better doctor. But it had its side effects. Ah great, this didn’t always happen. You had made a habit of thinking before you spoke, but on occasion, your mouth moves faster than your brain.

“I said ,how did you know?” Taehyung asked again, voice firm.

“Ah sorry, it's just a thing that happens,” The tall chestnut haired male stared at you unsatisfied with your answer. You sighed, “Your watch, its an hour delayed an hour”

“And? You couldn’t have known I went to Tianjin just because my watch is set back an hour, for all you knew I could’ve been in Japan and how did you know about the beach?” Taehyung remarked.

You shook your head, “There isn’t a time difference between Japan and South Korea,”

“Tianjin, how did you know I was in Tianjin? I could have been in Beijing.”

“Jeongguk said “big city”, so it narrowed it down to major cities. Then you said it yourself, your flight duration was an hour thirty minutes. Major cities along the seashore any further have either longer or shorter flight durations. And Flights to Beijing are an hour forty minutes to two hours. Besides, Beijing is landlocked, there are no beaches, and you can’t surf in a swimming pool,”

“How did you know I went surfing?’’ His voice breathy. Disbelief swimming in his eyes.

“Your hand, neck and face are tanned, but there's no tan past your wrists. Your shirt was loose so I saw the skin past your neck was paler than your neck or face. And that’s because you wore a wetsuit, the sea that meets the chinese coast is cold. So surfers usually wear those because it traps a thin layer of water between you and your suit. Your body heat actually warms that water and the suit traps in the heat to keep you warm. That's… how I knew,” You finish, rubbing the back of your head, a small smile on your lips. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean creep you out or anything, I was just trying to make conversation and it just slipped.”

The silence that had fallen earlier still remained in the room. Chuckling sheepishly you looked at the men in front of you. Shock, utter and absolute shock was written on their faces. They looked flabbergasted at your explanation. Had you really deduced all that with a few observations?

“How do you know all that?” Jeongguk he asks flabbergasted.

“I read a lot,” You sheepishly smiled at the younger male.

Jimin grinned, perhaps there was another use for you than only a doctor. Seemed like that little habit of yours would come in very useful in the near future. And by the looks of it Namjoon and Yoongi had come to the same conclusion he had.

“Everyone, meeting room looks like we have a lot to talk about,” Jimin announced, standing up and heading towards the staircase. Namjoon on his heel as the other followed after.

“I still need to feed Shelty, so I guess I’ll just wait for you guys here.” You surmised, as your gaze shifts to the wolf-dog comfortably laying on the fluffy rug.

“No, you’re going with us, you can bring her with us and feed her in the meeting room” Jimin declared from where he stood. He called the wolf-dog over. Who happily bounds over him. ‘When did they become best friends?’ You sigh relenting. Digging into Shelty's bag and her food bag, you pulled out her food bowl, a ziplock bag of pre-sliced meats, at this point the chicken and beef had thawed, then reached for a bag of veggies.

“Alright let's go,” You voiced, gesturing them to lead the way. You trailed after them, up the winding steps, down a familiar hallway. The OR was the first door on the left, they walked past it. Two doors down, they stopped at a large door, the door looked like any other in the house, only this one was wider, had a fingerprint reader and a keypad on the side. Jimin unlocked the door, it opened outwards. And inside wasn’t a room, it was another, but it was an elevator door.

The elevator opened and the men stepped in, you followed after them, Shelty on your tail. The interior of the elevator was similar to the ones you would see in a mall, as a matter of fact it was identical. There was a buzz and you felt the elevator descend, you were going down, but why? Were you not just on the first floor. Unless… eyes widening in realization, you were going underground.

Jimin eyed you as you had your epiphany, ‘Smart girl,’ He thought as a smile ghosted his lips.

The elevator doors opened, and you were welcomed into a large room surrounded with gray concrete walls. The room was more of a concrete box than a room. Ultramarine, velvet armchairs formed a semi-circle, facing away from the elevator. You counted ten armchairs total each accompanied by a small mahogany round table. Each table held an astray.

Unsure of where you were supposed to sit, you stood at the shifting your weight from one foot to another. Until Jimin gestured to you to sit next to him, on his left. Once in your seat, you immediately began unbagging Shelty’s meal, transferring the meats and vegetables into her bowl.

“Shelty, sit,” You commanded, holding her bowl in your right hand. And the wolf-dog eagerly obliged, excited to finally have a proper meal. You gave her a stay command as you placed the bowl on the floor.

“Alright,” You say and she’s in that bowl moving faster than lightning.

“First order of business, Taehyung, how did the trip go?” Namjoon began the meeting.

“After a little talk the Shen’s were more than happy to forget the little incident, as a matter of fact, they even wanted to make a deal with us,” Taehyung smirked pulling out a brown leather case from his front pocket. It was a cigar case. He cut the end of the cigar, then lit the other end before inhaling the smoke. He holds up the leather case offering a brown cigar to the others. Yoongi and Namjoon both accept one. ‘Boujee’ You silently chuckled at your own thoughts.

“Oh? What do they want?” Yoongi says exhaling a puff of smoke.

“A thousand units of Taurus PT24/7 and five thousand units of 9x19 parabellum cartridges to go with it,” Taehyung reports, proud of his accomplishments.

“How much are they paying?” Jeongguk asks, legs crossed, leaning his head on his palm.

“The usual,” Taehyung chirps.

Jimin nods his head in approval, his gaze shifting to Namjoon, giving him the go ahead to move to the next matter.

“Alright next is yesterday's incident,” Namjoon continues,

Jimin let out a deep sigh, focusing his attention on Namjoon, “Report,” He calls.

“It seemed like they tried overwhelming us with sheer numbers, killing off all of us in one go. Which is strange because usually they’re incredibly cautious, they’ve never been as reckless as they were yesterday. I did take into consideration that they might have used the attack as a cover for something else. So I had the mansion thoroughly searched for anything suspicious. When it comes to damage, aside from the wreck in the living room, there were no casualties on either side, most of them escaped, the ones that didn’t are being kept in the holding cells. We began questioning yesterday, but none of them talked, and at this point I don’t think any of them will.” Namjoon gave a detailed analysis of the situation.

He truly was adept at what he did, but something seemed off, if they seriously intended to kill them all in one go, why not use a bomb? Why not plant a bomb somewhere while still under the ruse of a peace talk, walk out of the house then detonate the bomb? Something wasn’t right.

“And guess how that plan turned out?” Jeongguk scoffed, switching his crossed leg.

While deep in thought your eyebrows knitted, you rubbed your lower lip with your index finger. Jimin eyed you taking in your disdain that made its way onto your face. And he realized, though he did not know what, he knew that you had caught onto something.

“Tell me (Y/n), what do you make of the situation?” Jimin urged you to speak. Snapping from your thoughts, you looked at them. Raising your index finger to point at yourself, asking a silent ‘me?’ Jimin nodded prompting you to speak.

“Honestly, I think we’re missing something here. Killing you all off at once? I guess that would be one way to look at it, but something doesn’t seem right. If they had really wanted to kill you guys why not plant a bomb? They could have pretended to leave you present or something, safely left the premises then blow the place up sky-high.That plan would have been much more efficient, and has significantly higher rates of success than that thoughtlessly put together attack, Or hiring highly skilled fighters or assassins, that would have given them much a better chances of success ” Rambling out your thoughts as they came to mind.

“I mean maybe they just didn’t think this through?” Hoseok, adds.

“Highly unlikely. No, we’re missing pieces of the bigger picture. Especially knowing for a fact that something like they had never been so reckless. Of the men that were there yesterday, were any of them strong? Did any of them stand out? And why wasn’t the boss of the other gang there for the peace talks,” You asked them still trying to piece together the incomplete puzzle.

“None of them particularly stood out, their fighting style was clumsy, and honestly the only reason they did any damage was because they had guns,” Hoseok inputs thoughtfully. Jeongguk agreeing with him.

“Like a fisherman who just cast out a net and now waits for fishes to tangle themselve,” You nibbled your bottom lip.

“What kind of analogy is that?” Yoongi remarked, not understanding the meaning of you words.

“Kind of like a trap you mean. But how? How can a failed attack somehow become a trap?” Jin alluded the situation, yet he still did not see how this attack could translated into a trap.

“The best traps are the ones you can’t see,” Taehyung adds following you train of thought.

Jimin hums processing your words, you were right, something didn’t feel right here. The entirety of the attack didn’t feel right. Could this have been a sign, perhaps a warning for the events to come? Jimin chewed his lips, not liking the prospect of being left in the unknown.

“But I still don’t understand why the boss of the other group wouldn’t attend a truce meeting,” Your frown deepens.

“Yeong Cheol Meong, he’s the boss of the group, was apparently out of the country but wanted to sign a一 well I wouldn’t say a peace treaty, it's more of a cease fire contract,” Yoongi explains and you hum, catching on.

“What should I do with the captured men?” Namjoon asks Jimin. Who lets out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Have any of them talked?” Namjoon shakes his head, no. “Will they talk?”

“Unlikely, they were tight lipped even after over four hours of questioning, We tried everything from pain to bribery, they refused to talk,” Namjoon reports, shifting in seat. You alert when you hear his words… They wouldn’t talk? Even refusing bribery? There aren’t very many things that keep someone as tight lipped as these people were.

“Then get rid of them,” Jimin waves his hand dismissively, and you couldn’t control the noise of disapproval that left your lips.

Jimin raised an eyebrow in question, “What?”

“Don’t like the idea of killing people? Well I guess that’s to be expected from a doctor,” Yoongi scoffs softly.

“It’s just… nothing, nevermind I’m sorry” You apologize, feeling as though you had overstepped your bounds. You were just their doctor, it wasn’t your place to influence decisions. Besides, you didn’t they’re way of working, there were things they knew did and you didn’t. So the decision they made were best for the situation

“No, no, continue,” Jimin interjects, insisting you speak up.

“It’s just, I think they’re more useful alive than dead,” You hesitate, still unsure of what to do.

“Oh?” Jimin implors you to go on.

“Namjoon… can you um.. can you get information on those prisoners? Anything and everything,” You request, turning to face the tall man that sat to the right of Jimin.

“Can he get information? My girl, I’ll have you know, we’ve got the most extensive and the most reliable information network in all of South Korea,’ Taehyung exclaims with a loud laugh.

“What are you planning?”Jimin's mouth twitched upwards, sensing a plan.

“I think it’s time we cast a net of our own,” You answer. The smile across your lips sly as a fox.

Staring into the azure-blue sky, Taehyung leaned against his expensive orange and black sports car, puffing out a cloud smoke. ‘Just who the hell is that girl? Did she really come up all that right then and there?’ He tossed his nearly burnt out cigar on the ground before crushing it with his feet. First those incredible deductions, and now this plan. Just who were you exactly? And were you truly capable of. ‘Man, I barely come home and already being put to work,’

He pivots on his right foot, facing his black and orange sports car. He reaches for his car door, when he feels a sharp stabbing pain on the side of his neck. In a futile attempt he tries to struggle against the hands that were grapling him before his world goes black.

#Mafia Boss Jimin x reader #Mafia jimin #jungguk #mafia jungkook #Hoseok #kim seokjin #Doctor reader kind of #sherlock holmes vibe #Namjoon #BTS #Mafia au #adorable wolf-dog #taehyung #Mafia boss jimin #fluff #action #guns #Purple Irises

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All Of Our Lifetimes — Six: Yeoubi

Pairing — Taehyung x Reader

Tags — boyfriend!Taehyung, husband!Taehyung reincarnation au, lovers to strangers and to lovers again, established relationship, implied soulmate au

Genre — fluff, angst, crime (ish)

Word Count — 1.9k

Summary — Does love ever truly end, or does it simply take another form in a new life? The cycle is like clockwork: your lives end and you’re reborn again. You’ve lived it over and over. Each cycle, one of you loses your memories and is tragically unaware until the other finds and awakens their lover. After all these eons, all these lifetimes, is it possible to find each other again—even when neither of you awakens with your memories?

Part — 6 / 15

Warnings — none

Previous — Next

The last thing you expected to hear, the last thing you expected him to say, was exactly what Taehyung muttered. He'd cut you off before you could finish your sentence, but that alone wasn't what caused you to stutter and stumble over a response. Here you were, trying to figure out how to put into words the idea that he could've been in your dreams since you were young.

And he beats you to the punch.

"It's me, isn't it?" he repeats, seeing your flabbergasted expression. "The man you're with, in your nightmares."

You swallow the dry lump in your throat, offering a tiny nod. "H—How did you know? I hadn't told anyone that. Not my family, not Milo, no one."

Taehyung bites his lips. "It's like you said: a gut feeling."

"There's gotta be more than that. I—I couldn't have come all this way just to have you have a gut feeling about it, too."

Instead of responding, the brunet stands and gestures for you to follow him. His chin jerks towards the smaller hallway off to the side of the fountain, leading to an area you hadn't yet explored.

"C'mere, there's something I want to show you."

You rise and follow him, keeping close enough to hear him speak softly.

"I came to this museum for the first time when I moved to Seoul to join Big Hit and BTS. That was around seven years ago. And like you, I felt an urge to come here. I couldn't explain it at the time. Everything about this place felt...familiar, like I had been here before. Like I knew it. It's the same way I felt when I first saw you."

"So I'm not crazy?" you murmur, half to yourself.

Taehyung shakes his head, keeping his eyes straight ahead. "But it wasn't just the familiarity that kept me coming back. That was part of it, but I have to show you the other half."

Around the corner, tucked into a small corridor of the museum, there's are walls of hidden portraits. Lining both sides of the walkway, beautiful pieces of art hang in minimal frames against the stark white. Each of them tells a story, and most are in black and white. Some are of inanimate objects, while others are of striking scenery.

But the focus of half of the photographs, if not more, is a woman. Taehyung stops in front of the center portrait, eyes locking on the semi-blurry, candid image. Though the object of this artist's fascination wasn't crystal clear, it showed her in as real as could be, right in the middle of a life in motion.

This portrait catches your attention for another reason, one that drops your heart into your stomach. Though the hair is different, though the era wasn't your own, you've seen this woman many, many times throughout the years. She's nearly identical to your own reflection.

In another place, another time, another life—this woman was you.

"That's...That's..."

"You," Taehyung finishes when you are unable. "So not only did I think you recognized me earlier but when I saw you...I saw her." He points to the portrait, eyes remaining transfixed on you. "Look at the artist's name on the title plate."

Stepping closer, your gaze shifts from the image to the small, golden plate below it. You run your fingers along the engraved Hangul characters, reading it aloud so you can start to believe it yourself.

"'Yeoubi' by Kim Taeh—Taehyung."

"You remember what I told you about a murder here, at the museum over twenty years ago?"

You continue to stare at the art and it's artist, wondering how in the world this all makes sense. Managing a nod of affirmation, you prod Taehyung to continue.

"These were his," he murmurs. "They put up the display shortly after he was killed."

Turning to glance back at him, you ask, "When was he killed?"

"February 28th, 1995." There's a pause, and Taehyung runs a hand through his dark hair. "It's not something you'll see on any display or in a brochure, but I was here late one day a year or so ago and overheard the caretakers talking about him. I got curious, so I hired an investigator to find out what happened. There was next to nothing, but I did figure out that this Kim Taehyung was the murdered artist. He...and his wife."

"What was her name?"

The brunet shrugs, his lips forming a firm line. "I wasn't able to find that out. The police report was sealed, and all evidence of their existence is just...gone. No friends, family, possessions: everything disappeared shortly after their deaths." He nods his chin towards the pictures around you. "Safe to say it's her, though. The one he's always photographing."

"Who looks exactly like me," you sigh, burying your face in your hands. "God, I thought I was coming here to get answers, but now I feel even more lost. What if...What if my nightmare is real? What if it really happened?"

"You think this Taehyung and this woman were the people in your dream?"

Your hands slip down your face, and you swallow hard, throat contracting at the thought of it all coming to pass. "I mean, an artist named Kim Taehyung died with his wife in the exact same way as my dream. Same people, same place, same circumstances. I don't know what else it could be..."

"If that's the case, then you're dreaming of events that happened before you were born," Taehyung concludes, tilting his head to the side out of curiosity. "When were you born?"

"December 8th, 1995. You're December 30th, 1995, right?" He nods. "And you've never had this dream?"

He shakes his head. "Never."

You shake your head violently, trying to clear your mind as you pace the length of the small corridor. "Okay, say that my nightmare was real, that I see the events of the artist's and his wife's murder. That does not explain why he has your name and face." Looking up at your companion, you're awestruck by the similarities between the man in your dreams and the one standing in front of you. "I mean, it's uncanny. You're the same person, even if you're slightly younger right now."

Taehyung gnaws on his lower lip, crossing his arms over his chest. "Well, if you're dreaming of the artist's death, and that artist is me, then the artist's wife who dies in your dream is her." He points to the portrait for reference. "And she is you."

You spend a few seconds of silence putting the pieces together. Your nightmare, the artist and his wife, the Kim Taehyung in front of you and the one that died twenty-five years ago. Everything slips together, like pieces of a perfect puzzle.

And like magic, an idea clicks in your head, one that you would never have considered before tonight.

"Taehyung...do you believe in reincarnation?"

Taehyung cracks a tiny smile, and says, "I mean, reincarnation is as part of Korean culture as kimchi. In a way, I think we all believe it."

"That doesn't answer my question. Do you, Kim Taehyung, believe in reincarnation?"

His smile fades, and his gaze shifts sideways. "Before seeing this place and you, I don't think I could've said yes. But now?" He shakes his head slightly. "How can I not?"

The conversation is cut short by another person entering the corridor. She's a tall and thin woman, probably in her early fifties, wearing a brown two-piece suit and pearl jewelry. She's the epitome of class.

When she spots you and your companion, her eyes grow large and she freezes mid-step. Her attention shifts back and forth between the two of you, and her hand covers her mouth. If you didn't know better, you'd say the woman had seen a ghost.

"Oh...my god," she breathes, eventually finding her legs again. They take her further into the hallway. "Unbelievable."

"If we're not supposed to be in here, we're sorry," you state, trying to cover for you both. "Taehyung wanted to show me a photograph here and—"

"—No, it's not that," she replies, cutting you off. "Not at all. God, it's just...when I heard your names, I had to see for myself. The resemblance is uncanny, truly."

Taehyung's brows pull together, creating a crease between them. "Who are you?"

"You don't recognize me, do you?" When you shake your heads, the woman blinks quickly. She bows and introduces herself. "My name is Jwa Ji-yeong. I'm the art curator at this museum."

Taehyung returns the greeting gesture, and you follow suit, still off-put by the situation.

"Do you know us?" you inquire as you rise.

"She obviously does," Taehyung interjects. "The question is how? I've never met you before."

There's a pause, and Jwa Ji-yeong sighs heavily. Dark brown eyes move past you to the portraits on the wall. "Before I answer your question, might I ask which picture caught your attention?"

You point to the image directly behind you. "The one with my face and his name."

A flickering of a smile appears on her face, but it's soon disguised by a monotone exterior. Footsteps and shouts echo down the hallways; the boys and filming crews are getting closer.

Jwa Ji-yeong hands you a small piece of paper before she whispers, "You have questions. I can see that. Now is not the time or place, but if you both have time tomorrow morning, come by this address. I can show you the answers...if you want them."

Looking down at the paper, you see an address for an office at the other side of the museum. You can only guess that this is where the staff is located, somewhere nearby.

Just as quickly as she came, the woman in brown is gone. With her goes the truth to a history you have only in pieces. Taehyung glances at the card over your arm, and you tilt it so he can see easier.

"I'm going," you announce, knowing that time is short by the louder sounds of Run BTS closing in. "Are you?"

Taehyung nods eagerly. "I might not have one constant nightmare, but that's my name on the wall. You see my face when you dream. That woman recognized both of us." When his dark brown irises meet yours, you see his intense resolve. "I'm as much a part of this as you are."

You take a picture of the card and save it for later. Offering him the original, you say, "Meet me here at ten tomorrow morning, okay? We go together."

The brunet takes the card with a grateful nod. You turn towards the photograph, taking it in for the last time before you depart. Everything about it is so familiar: the woman, the artist, the title. It's all too close for comfort.

"What does 'yeoubi' mean? I don't know that word."

"It doesn't have a direct translation to English," Taehyung says softly, eyes on you and not the image. "Roughly, it means 'the sun shining through the rain.'"

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