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🌟The Saturnian Trial of Kim Taehyung - Tarot & Oracle Reading

[Performed: May 23, 2025 / Posted: June 6, 2025]

VOTING RESULTS!

Saturn’s Trial — 33.3%

Core Energy Reading — 27.8%

Soul Mate Reading — 27.8%

Shadow Shower — 19.4%

Since Taehyung’s Elemental Alignment was a bit overwhelming, I kept this reading pretty basic with the guideline and main reading, no Sprinkles or extra bits.

GUIDELINE

The entirety of the guideline feels like a bit of a mess, but it’s also very clearly laying out elements of separation and issues of identity and self-perception. First off, the most positive element here is Safety over Dissociation, which I see reflecting directly over to the Wishful and Organize card. Wishful and Safety reflect the soul, while Dissociation and Organize, which feature different shapes being separated from each other, show the overall separation of the layers of the consciousness and possibly the split element of the soul itself.

I then saw Wishful looking up at The Thread, which was the card that represented the side of Taehyung’s actual soul group in the BTS Bias Breakdown that I showed in his previous reading. This showcased the lifeline that the souls in his soul group were extending to his soul as well as his emotional center, his heart, something that I remember seeing connecting to The Sun card, his inner light perhaps. The soul is seemingly holding out hope for the souls within his soul group being able to hold something together or give the soul more time to do something or… I don’t know, the soul just seems to be leaning into it. It’s a very similar feeling to what I was getting with The Fool card in the previous reading, where it felt like a hopeful dream that the soul was hanging on to but something that felt potentially impossible.

There’s a “wide vision” stemming out of The Thread that goes into Empowerment, Flexible, and Mother Earth which again feels like a wish or a hope for some kind of major soul group interference or something that I assume would be similar to the Soul Body healing that took place years ago. There’s a request here for something that was already shut down in the previous reading.

This next set is very interesting because, again, we’re seeing that split displayed with Drama and the 5th House. I find this very interesting because these both bring focus to the 5th House/Leo which is the area where we begin to develop our egos, our masks and costumes, our performances for the world as we learn right from wrong or what is the most acceptable within our environments, stemming off of the 4th House which is where we first begin to learn from the family and homelife. Drama specifically highlights Mercury in Leo, focusing on the conscious mind and observation. In this card, I’m seeing the lion down below being the ego overtaking the conscious level mind, and the knot up above that the lion is roaring at being the soul in its current state. Then, obviously, the two masks, which are “the faces of drama,” comedy and tragedy, also replicate the element of the split soul itself. As I’m seeing, Drama shows the conscious mind or the Ego itself looking at the soul, and the image on the 5th House representing the soul itself in its split state.

I’m also very focused on the knot in Drama, the three loops feeling connected to the conscious, subconscious, and unconscious states where they’re all connected but operating in such a bizarre and disconnected way that it’s created something that can only be described as inner chaos.

The Self-Fulfilling Prophecy and The Grey Area continue this heavier feeling of the knot where “self-fulfilling prophecy” feels like a cold statement laying over it essentially saying “you did this to yourself,” or it’s a self-on-self perpetuated issue. The ball started rolling on the outside, but this constant spinning and tangling is self-sustained on the inside through the conflict between the different levels of awareness. The Grey Area feels like a reference to the split as well as the general chaos, as if it’s referring to a dust storm, a place where everything blends together, loses form, and becomes difficult, if not impossible to navigate.

The last three cards feel like a much more superficial element of Taehyung’s awareness, something that would be right at the edge of the conscious level awareness, just about to break into the space of the subconscious where the Ego has its roots. The Mind Factory itself feels very literal, this idea of there being a factory or some kind of processing plant right at the border of the conscious and subconscious mind, altering what comes in from the outside and what goes out into the world. There’s major filtering of emotional triggers, to the point where it may be hard for him to fully grasp the emotions of other people as they may be perceived as an outside threat, anything that could make him feel small or hurt could be looked at as a threat and either filtered or actively looked down on. Just the same, from the inside moving outward, the “Mind Factory” would be Drama or the 5th House, in terms of performance, masking, or swapping/filtering the identity and how it is displayed outwardly if it is displayed at all.

The 6 of Cups in reverse connects to elements of the subconscious space, specifically childhood, which feels like open wounds or very specific triggers, which feels to be connected to the loss in the family, some kind of external anchor or comfort being lost. It’s making me think of a child growing up and still having their teddy bear, or having a comfort item that they still hold onto, but once it’s lost, it’s like they revert back to a child, feel quite small and alone without it and, as they are still an adult on the outside, their Ego reacts to this with a kind of hostile or oppressive energy that matches the reversed King of Wands at the end. This is making me think of something very specific but it is related to a more personal matter, something that is known and talked about a bit publicly, but I don’t know if I want to lay it out in its entirety. It is the major loss in the family — this person was an incredibly significant pillar of support to Taehyung’s soul, his sense of identity, and his overall confidence in himself. This person being gone created a weakness within him that he’s not been able to overcome. There’s effort to overcompensate for that on some level.

The reversed King feels like the King of Wands upright, it feels like it has the same amount of power, the same authority, the same tools and access, everything is the same. In its reversed state, it feels like it’s caught up in The Grey Area, or tangled in the knot in Drama. It’s like a big windstorm has blown through and he’s in a panic, not able to see things clearly, and in an attempt to quickly stand up and start moving, he stumbles, falls, drops his crown, loses his shoes, and just gets stuck somewhere, waiting for the storm to stop.

MAIN READING

TAEHYUNG’S SATURN SIGN Taehyung’s Saturn is in such a predicament with his imprinting in his birth chart in his current state, but I was able to see in that imprinting something that was essentially showing the original blueprint or how a lot of this was supposed to play out. The major conflict that he has in the realm of Cardinal/Fire energies in his chart and in his core energy in general was intentional, it was set up to create conflict between elements of self and other, or basically being littered with insecurity that he was supposed to overcome to project his most authentic self. In this way, he was to guide his soul group through processes of “self-undoing” but in a way where it was to undo masks or altered identities that were created in childhood in order to bring forth the expression and creation of the soul. This would have connected back to his position as the Sacral Chakra in the Soul Body.

In the image of Loss, which connects to Saturn in Pisces for Taehyung, I’m very, very focused on the lower image. I’m seeing it in two different ways. With the original imprinting, or the intended imprinting, it’s showing that “self-undoing” as the crow peeling skin off of the face, relative to the soul peeling the Ego off of the conscious level expression. In the current state, I’m seeing the crow drenched in tar, stemming from the lower parts of the subconscious, the wounded and inflamed ego, attempting to destroy the identity completely. There’s an effort to rid the body of the soul, but also rid the body of a face — I was seeing this being very literally to where a person peels off their face in order to ensure they no longer express any specific emotion or “give anything away.” It’s an effort to control the expression to the point of eroding it away all together.

I keep seeing this come across as an accident at a nuclear power plant, like the Cardinal/Fire reactors just got overloaded and now the whole area is contaminated after a major explosion. What’s really frustrating is how simple this layout actually looks with the majority of his planets clustered over around Capricorn, his Moon in Aries, opposing his North Node and Chiron in Libra, with his Saturn in Pisces just hanging out on its own, creating a major square to Capricorn. The Aries Moon is a big key here, showing up as an initiator to the balancing with Libra, or the balancing of the self with other, or outside people, which would trigger the higher healing and progression of the North Node and Chiron. Essentially, there should have been, and potentially could still be, a situation where through deep self-reflection he reconnects with his Moon, which would be that emotional center, the emotional awareness which would connect his conscious awareness back to the subconscious space. In doing this, the trigger of balancing with Libra would imply a direct reflection, communication, with another person or many people in order to open the flood gates and allow that emotional release. I was seeing this as potentially being connected to Jimin, carrying that Libra energy for reflection, but also being the center of the original Soul Body, the Heart, a space of healing for the other souls.

This is a major hump, a major hill to get over, this issue between the Aries Moon and Chiron/North Node in Libra. Once this back and forth stimulation is created there, once that personal, inner healing is initiated by the conscious mind and a back-and-forth flow between the conscious and subconscious mind, between the emotional center and outside expression, Saturn would be activated. Once his Saturn is activated, the entire space of Capricorn would light up and become fiercely stimulated. As a Capricorn Sun, the influence of Saturn is already going to be a lot more exaggerated because of how sensitive the conscious awareness would be to that influence through the Sun. Taehyung also has Mercury, Mars, Uranus, and Neptune in there as well which is creating quite a sweep of hot and dry energy through the conscious and physical aspects, and bringing a congested feeling to the higher minds of Uranus and Neptune, which are nearly right on top of each other.

As I’m seeing it, just by default, Taehyung has an incredibly warped lens, a lens that is very difficult to see through from the start. It creates a lot of abstract oddities around everything he would have taken in as a kid, which was supposed to be a massive contributor to his creative energy. He’s supposed to be WEIRD. Like SUPER WEIRD. He’s supposed to see things in such an odd and unique way, he’s supposed to express himself in an odd and unique way, and really drive it home. HIs Aries Moon would have given a lot of backing to that, especially as a kid to where it’s almost like his “dreamstate mind” was his conscious mind, while in dreams he would have been more “logical.”

I keep thinking there’s a crack in the system here, there’s something I can’t see where there was just a slight weak point that allowed this insecurity to take root. It’s possible that this is connected to pressure, that he was quite okay with being weird and out of sorts before he became famous. The amount of people that he suddenly needed to be aware of, people that he couldn’t talk to directly, explain himself to directly, could have really overwhelmed him and driven his focus outward. A Capricorn Sun, in such a situation, would have aimed to simply do his job right, and at a younger age and in the age or Idols at that time, his priority could have been deliberately set towards conforming to another image without any idea, on any level, of what that could turn into for him.

KEY INFLUENCES OF SATURN EMERGENCE + VISUALIZATION + THE MOON SOLAR PLEXUS + SOUL HEALING + THE HERMIT Here, with the key influences of Saturn, I’m like 99% sure we’re looking at what I was just talking about in the previous set with The Hermit there being a conscious level Taehyung intentionally looking inward, toward The Moon, his Aries Moon, to connect to and reflect his inner being. This leads into Visualization and Emergence, which feels to be hidden behind The Moon, almost like it’s in the water in the foreground of the image. Visualization and Emergence feel very connected to the element of creative expression, that abstract vision that he is supposed to have, this very inspirational and artistically exciting vision that he was, or is supposed to “raise out of the water,” or dig out of the dirt.

On the far right side, Soul Healing and the Solar Plexus, which lines up with the center of self, the expression or projection of the soul, feel to be descending into The Hermit. I see the entirety of the Solar Plexus card as not the entirety of Taehyung’s soul, but his own essence, his own inner light, something I’m seeing more as his heart or his inner calling. It is grabbed onto by an aspect of the subconscious space, something that maybe would have been his Ego, but a prideful Ego, an Ego that would want to expand and seek outward, and held light a light that I feel illuminates the conscious mind, inspiring the conscious level to seek inward. This light then extends to The Hermit’s lantern, which he is using to look “inward” toward his Moon, toward the emotional center first, which would then lead into the creative, and then the intuitive, which would give him space to potentially connect consciously to the soul or the higher unconscious.

STATE OF THE SOUL: THE MIRROR

The current state of the soul is represented here with The Mirror. I was seeing this flash back and forth to where the original blueprint of design of his karmic progression in this lifetime was to be a mirror, was to be a looking glass for others to see themselves and the world through. Something that resonates more as a funhouse mirror, something that could playfully warp images and reality to expand on them, help people see them in different ways, be more playful and carefree with perception. It’s actually very fun and childlike, an effort to embrace childlike wonder and amazement with everything.

Right now, with the way things are, the appearance of the mirror in the image being broken is what I’m focusing on the most. The soul itself is in pieces, and with that pieces of the identity have been distorted or lost to some degree. The Moon in the image also feels to be about that conscious level choice to disconnect from the emotional center, or to turn the mirror away from the Moon, to turn off the input and output of the inner awareness. This shuts down or severely limits and filters emotional, creative, and intuitive processing.

GOOD KARMA: THE SEED + THE RING The more positive or constructive karma being carried for Taehyung has a lot to do with creative vision and the perpetual growth of his own visions. Again, his soul is connected to the Sacral Chakra in the Soul Body, he was meant to rule over and, in a physical and conscious sense, demonstrate very wide, vivid, and abstract creative expression. The Seed is the idea, the very center of his mind, while The Ring is the full potential of that seed spinning and looping on itself as it expands outward. It’s like he came into this life with the ability to create little universes anywhere and everywhere he looked, and he was supposed to share that, very openly. Again, I can’t get over how WEIRD he’s supposed to be. Like, with The Ring, I’m just thinking of him, as he does sometimes do, just saying the most off-the-wall shit out of nowhere, but like… NOT SHUTTING UP FOR A SECOND. Like, he’s got stories to tell, he’s got thoughts to share, and he’s gonna pull out a pen and paper and draw pictures to make sure you know exactly what he’s talking about.

He’s supposed to be that wacky, borderline insane art-obsessed painter guy who’s just like… always out in the streets painting people and landscapes, talking to birds, and going on about the fairies in the trees and the man on the moon. He’s supposed to be a bottomless well of creativity that he would have access to at all times, and in that he was supposed to be an oasis of inspiration, literally having the ability to take people out of the real world for a bit. Currently, it’s like he’s been pulled out of that well and planted in the cold, harsh reality of the 3D Earth with a broken humanity that’s actively trying to devolve. Very sad, there’s so much more potential here for him.

BAD KARMA: THE PRAYER The negative karma that is carried by Taehyung feels a bit odd here. It’s all over the place. With The Prayer, it brought to mind the notes I shared in his previous reading, the chunk that I described as “hauntingly biblical.” The image of The Prayer, with the hand pointing upward, appearing to either be rising up from or sinking into the ground, made me think of that visual of Taehyung attempting to shoot “God” or the Universe, and that arrow coming straight back down on him and splitting his spine. This then brought to mind something that I included in Namjoon’s Saturn’s Trial Reading, which was something I was getting coming from his higher soul and being delivered to the souls in his individual soul group:

“To fear something is to inherently submit to its perceived power. To submit to a power outside of your own is to commit self-sacrifice. To sacrifice yourself is to damn (lose connection to/drop in frequency/fall from grace) your own soul. This is the only sin you can commit.”

In the notes for Taehyung’s soul group’s energy signature, I mentioned a few things connecting back to self-sacrifice and the intentional “damning” of the soul, or the intentional disconnect that causes the soul and the consciousness to fall or stagnate. The main thing that came to mind with this being his negative karma was “To sacrifice yourself is to damn your soul. This is the only sin you can commit.�� There was a note about karmic retribution coming through Saturn, and with Capricorn Suns and Risings being considered the children of Saturn, you know good and damn well one of his kids slipping up like this is going to cause a ruckus, especially one so high up and in an important position.

Basically, I was seeing The Prayer as two different things, but only one of them is actually visible. I was seeing the lighter colors of the image being something that is in the past now, or was the original karma that needed to be balanced or worked through here, but it’s been “slashed through” by the hand and the image of the ground. There’s this feeling of Taehyung having at one point actually been properly working through this negative karma, something that needed balance, possibly something going back to his Aries Moon and Libra North Node and Chiron, and then suddenly just slashing it. This goes into the broken mirror, the disconnect from The Moon, the intentional masking or blocking of emotional input and output, and the final nail in the coffin seemed to be the deliberate submission to the projections of others — becoming a doll.

It’s coming across as him kind of, without realizing it, spitting in the face of his cosmic Father and throwing the gifts he had been given on the ground and stomping on them. It feels a bit like the hand reaching upward toward the sky is a part of Taehyung, perhaps the soul, that can see the mistake that was made, is reaching out for help, but has been ever so slightly abandoned to deal with this mess on his own. This seems to reflect the aspect of his soul and energy center in the Soul Body being separated or quarantined and everyone being very hands-off. It’s not a punishment that their Guides are giving out, but they’re playing out a role in a karmic wave that is coming from something much higher connected to Taehyung’s original imprinting. The negative karma he’s dealing with now is the negative karma he acquired in this lifetime.

DESIRED GOAL OR DEVELOPMENT OF THE SOUL: THE MASK I mean… There is a split vibe to this as well, obviously the image, but in the same way that there was a split in The Prayer. There’s the original intention and there’s the current intention. Originally, the intention was to break through the shadows of the outer world, to literally bring light, color, inspiration, and dreams into the world through his own expression. All of what he was supposed to be was meant to break through and transform the kind of person he is right now. Currently, there’s much more weight to the shadow side, and there is a coldness to the mask or the face there, connecting back to the skull in Loss.

It feels like the current desire of the soul is to preserve at least SOME of the identity, some of the color before it is lost or eaten up by the shadow, burned away by the Ego. It’s a little heavy as it feels like the soul just wants to be able to save a piece of itself and be able to tuck it away somewhere. It’s making me think of the soul trying to gather a tiny bit of its own light as the shadows or fire is moving toward it, tucking it into a jar and stashing it under the floorboards in hopes that, at some point, maybe Taehyung would look for it and that last bit of light, color, and inspiration would be what The Hermit uses in their lantern to find and reconnect with The Moon.

THE TRIAL: ALLOWANCE + DEFENSE REMEMBRANCE (REV.) + ENTERPRISE + EGOTISM DISCERNMENT + ENDURANCE (REV.) The trial itself is laid out in a way where we can see where the overall process came to a standstill and led to the overtaking of the soul by the Ego. On the left, it begins with Allowance and Defense (Mars in Taurus) which shows the initial conflict that he was supposed to, and did face between the outward expression, the natural flow of his own being, his own vision, and the outside world. There’s a stubbornness that he was supposed to acquire there, something that would have helped him keep up with his own vision even when he met criticism or mockery.

This then carried over into Remembrance, which should have been where the aspect of Enterprise (Jupiter in Aries) was activated. This would have activated his higher aspects, possibly activating the North Node and Chiron, but mainly, on a higher level, connecting to and initiating his energy center in the Soul Body as the Sacral Chakra, as the center of creative stimulation and output. As Remembrance is reversed, this shows that the soul and the conscious mind did not make the direct connection they were supposed to, Taehyung was not able to perform the full transmissions or demonstrations that he was supposed to as an individual in terms of that extremely abstract and off-the-wall artistry. Instead, he moved over into Egotism (Mars in Leo), taking us back to the 5th House and that aspect of creating the masks, the new phases, new identities, stepping further away from himself. I’m seeing this be quite drastic with the hand of a human with marks of palmistry displayed, implying conscious awareness of the soul, being degraded over into the image of a chicken with a man’s head — something inhuman or severely distorted and artificial.

This then leaves us in Discernment with Endurance (Sun in Scorpio) in reverse. The image of Endurance shows a man wrestling a lion, which I always connect back to the idea of a person wrestling with their ego, their primal ego, the lower aspects of the self. With the Sun in Scorpio, there is illumination, or the suggestion of the conscious mind being within the subconscious space, or in Taehyung’s case, it implies that the lion won. The lower aspects of the subconscious, the wounded or inflamed ego overpowered the conscious and higher unconscious. This leaves Discernment feeling very clinical and straightforward, a kind of black-and-white discernment of the external world, navigating based on what is assumed to be the “right choice” based on what is laid out by others. It’s not a personal discernment, it’s something that feels more like driving by someone else’s GPS.

HOW TO WORK THROUGH IT: KNIGHT OF WANDS + 10 OF SWORDS (REV.)/THE DEVIL (REV.) + 7 OF CUPS In the current state, the suggested progression on how to work through the current state of the trial is… sort of… to not progress through it?? The progression through it would be the 10 of Swords and The Devil, essentially resetting the conscious level mind and detaching from The Devil, the negative belief system, and the negative influences or dictation that has contributed to Taehyung’s willingness to detach from himself. That would be the only thing he could do, but with these reversed, it’s like, yeah, no, don’t even bother.

The Knight of Wands represents that potential blueprint where Taehyung’s Guides have him operating in Jungkook’s old position as the Root, acting as a lower anchor and conduit for the Soul Body, which is represented over in the 7 of Cups. It’s displaying that necessary separation, the opposing modalities between Water and Fire, or the Etheric Soul Body where the other 6 would be, and the remnants of the lower, previous Soul Body where they would plant Taehyung… Like… I don’t know what to do with this, this isn’t giving a progression, it’s giving “this is what we’re doing, so he can’t do anything at all.”

Which, I mean, again, we’re dealing with an issue of free will where Taehyung on a conscious level chose things that brought him to this point and there’s not a way to interfere with what his conscious mind is thinking, or how he is perceiving things, that’s the main issue. The higher aspects can be influenced, but that does nothing for Taehyung if he’s not able to receive that typical integration through the layers of consciousness because he has everything blocked off. Even external inspiration couldn’t be helpful if he really is blocking and filtering input from the outside as well. No one can reach into Taehyung’s brain and just completely change the way he thinks or feels about himself or everyone else in the world. Nothing can happen to completely change his perspective and perception of himself that has built up over the last 15 years or so. Everything is at a standstill and this repositioning and demotion of his soul and energy center seem to be the most likely thing to occur with the revival.

That’s all I have for this one, thanks for reading!

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not-goldy · 11 months ago

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I just feel bad for jimin so far in the first two episodes. Like from his actual experience (sickness, mosquitos, etc,), to the hate he's getting now, to JK just being kinda bleh (IMO of course).....

I think we would have to climb off Jk's dick tbh

Acting nonchalant disinterested tough and fake pushing Jimin away is very on brand for him people who act like it's new haven't seen a single damn content of BTS

This man been moving that way since day one why yall think solos thought he hated Jimin and was constantly bullying Jimin while constantly playing nice bffs with Taehyung??

It's a common trend in all BTS content let's not act like it's new or that we don't know it's just an act

This man literally made a scene bout not wanting to be in the same team as Jimin and he played it so well he nearly fooled Jimin and had Jimin asking if he really didn't want to be team mates with him during run

AND YET HE'S THE SAME DUDE WHO CHEATS HIS ASS OFF JUST TO GET IN THE SAME TEAM SAME ROOM WITH JIMIN EVERY SINGLE TIME

SAME dude who's pulled every string possible to make sure he and Jimin got to serve at the same time and at the same camp.

Now roll the tapes of him fake pouting and rolling his eyes complaining about Jimin stressing him out while also being the one to run in search of Jimin's luggage and carry it so he doesn't misplace it again

Roll the damn tapes cos some of yall tripping

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katnisspeetaprim · 2 years ago

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Little Sister

SKZ!OT8/Reader, Brother!Jungkook/Sister!Reader

Summary: Jungkook's little sister is the only female member in Stray Kids. You loved your group and group mates, but online threats cause panic...

A.N. So this is just a one off and not connected to anything else on may page, though if you guys like this then I can deffo do more for this AU!

Word Count: 2278 M.list

You were stood on stage with your group mates, laughing and messing about. The company was holding special events to promote the new album, 5-Star, which involved a lot of public appearances and performances.

You were sandwiched between Han and Lee Know for the talking segment of the show. You loved doing shows like these with a smaller audience and relaxed choreography. It always felt more intimate and gave more opportunity for you to interact with the fans.

For this particular event, JYP had hired a couple more security guards than usual, because of a threat circling about you online. Of course you were worried, but this kind of thing happened to idols more often than you’d like to admit. Chan wasn’t really happy about the amount of security considering the threat. Even with the extra guards, there were still only about 5 guys dotted around the venue, considering it was a smaller show, so this naturally had all the guys on high alert.

Honestly, they were probably more concerned than you were! To be completely honest, you were on the verge of a panic attack when you were first shown the treats so you did what any girl would... Call your big brother for help.

When you first told Jungkook that you would be debuting as the only girl in a group with 9 other boys (at the time) he was understandably unconvinced.

He’d seen first hand the horrors of the idol industry, and knew that some idols weren’t as squeaky clean as they presented themselves to be, so he was scared that his little sister would be put into a position she didn’t want to be in.

He came round eventually though, when you explained how Chan had fought to the bone for you to be in the group, and how close you’d become to the other boys in such a short amount of time. He knew you were in safe hands.

‘Oppa... I shouldn’t worry right?’ You’d locked yourself away in the bedroom, not wanting the boys to hear your fearful phone call.

‘This has happened to BTS too remember? And nothing happened to us. Are your managers increasing security?’ Jungkook had come to expect your phone calls over the years, always coming to him for advice and comfort, which he was always more than happy to give.

‘They are... But it’s only a small venue, so there will only be a few anyway.’ You trailed off, trying to not let the nerves get to you. ‘I wish you could be there. It would really help...’ He sighed down the phone at your request.

‘I would if I could Y/N, trust me. But I can’t be too far from the office right now with my single coming out soon.’ He really did sound sorry he couldn’t be there to support you, but you also knew that he thought you were over reacting, you could tell by the firm tone in his voice.

‘You’re right. I’m sorry. You should focus on your song.’ Jungkook frowned to himself. That wasn’t what he meant at all. He really did want to support you, but he really couldn’t travel right now. His song would be coming out soon and he needed to be there for any kind of meeting or practice BigHit needed him for.

‘Y/N, you know I-‘

‘Don’t worry!’ You cut him off, trying to sound cheery, but he wasn’t fooled. ‘I’m being silly. Talk later!’

‘Wai-‘ Jungkook stared at the phone in shock. You’d never hung up on him like that before. He knew calling you back probably wasn’t the best idea, so he settled for sending you a text instead.

Big Bro

I’m not stupid Y/N, I know you’re upset. Please don’t think I’m putting my song above you, it’s not like that.

I’m always gonna be there for my little sister, please remember that...

It was the day of the concert and you still hadn’t text Jungkook back, not really feeling the motivation to do so, even though he sent you another text that morning.

Good luck today! Let me know how it goes!

Everything was going perfectly fine so far, and you’d pretty much forgotten what you were so scared about, until it came time to perform S-Class.

You jogged to the right side of the stage where Hyunjin was standing. You wrapped your arms round his waist so you could rest your head on his shoulder. Hyunjin laughed and also wrapped his arm round your shoulders. The crowd in front of you began to go wild at the display of skinship between the two of you.

Just as you pulled away, you had the wind knocked out of you as a body collided with your own. At first, you thought it was just one of the other guys forgetting their own strength, until you heard the horrified gasps and screams coming from the crowd.

Before you could even react, hands were around your neck and squeezing unforgivingly, effectively cutting off your air.

All you could do was stare up at the strange man wide eyed and gasping for air, as you scratched at his arms. Time suddenly seemed to speed up as the man was ripped away from you, leaving you a shaking and sobbing mess on the ground, and still somehow unable to breathe.

All the boys gathered around you in an instant, with Chan and Seungmin crouched at your sides. Chan was saying something to you, but your ears were ringing and all you could focus on was the man being dragged away by security, all while kicking and screaming that he was going to kill you.

In reality, he’d only been on you for a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity...

‘We should mover her out of view. The crowd are scared...’ Han whispered to Chan as your manager quickly ran on stage.

‘Get her up! We have medics backstage!’ He demanded of Chan who was closest to you. He picked you up with ease and ran off stage with you, whilst the other boys followed behind.

Your manager and the host addressed the crowd, basically saying that you were being looked after, but the show was cancelled and they would be given a full refund.

Backstage in the dressing room, you’d devolved into a full blown panic attack. The two medics were hurriedly working and trying their best to calm you down and get air into your lungs with a mask. It didn’t help that the staff had forced the boys to stand outside the cramped room. Only Changbin managed to argue enough to be allowed in. He sat beside you and rubbed your back soothingly as you tried to calm down.

‘Keep using the mask Y/N, but I need to see your neck.’ Changbin could only stare in horror as the medic lifted your chin, and revealed dark purple bruises circling your neck. He couldn’t believe a person could do so much damage in so little time...

Changbin looked up when their manager approached the door.

‘He’s been arrested. We’re pressing charges.’ Changbin’s head snapped towards you when he heard your shaky, wheezy voice trying to say something.

‘What?’ He asked, leaning in to better hear you. With the pain in your neck and the panic only now subsiding, it was hard to talk.

‘Broth-‘

‘Brother? You want someone to call your brother?’ You nodded, thankful that he understood what you were saying.

‘Ok. I’ll be right back.’ He reassured you as he got up.

‘Chan, you have Jungkook’s number right? She’s asking for him.’

‘Yeah of course. Tell her I’ll call him now.’ Changbin nodded and threw a thumbs up, before retreating back to you.

Chan excused himself to a quieter part of the hallway to make the call. Jungkook answered pretty quickly.

‘Hey Chan! It’s been a while.’

‘Yeah, Just wish I was calling you under better circumstances.’

‘What? What do you mean?’ Chan could hear the confusion in his voice. Chan paused before sighing.

‘Y/N was attacked on stage.’ Jungkook was silent so Chan quickly jumped back in. ‘She’s... Well she’s not ok. She’s really shaken up and her neck is bruised, but we got the guy.’

‘Wha- I don’t understand how this could happen?’ Jungkook stuttered out as he started to loose his cool. He knew you were nervous about the show today, but he was sure it was just going to be an empty threat...

‘Does it have anything to do with the threats online?’ He asked hesitantly.

‘We don’t know.’ Chan sighed once again and cast his eyes to look back at the crowded doorway. ‘Look man, she’s asking for you.’

‘I’ll be there asap. Are you taking her back to the dorms? I’m a few hours away.’ Chan gave him all the details. He knew the man was busy, so he was glad he was putting you first.

‘How is she?’ Chan spoke quietly to Hyunjn as he returned.

‘She’s calmed down a lot more now. They want to take her to the hospital for her neck, but she won’t go....’ Hyunjin trailed off. He was also shaken up from the event, he was stood right next to you after all. From the force the man crashed into you, Hyunjin had also been knocked over, but he managed to escape with just a scraped elbow.

‘No point causing her more stress in that case...’ Chan breathed out. ‘Her brother is meeting us back home.’

‘That’s good. I think they are getting ready to leave now.’

As soon as you got home, you retreated to your bedroom, wanting to be alone, against better judgement.

‘’Y/N?’ Felix knocked softly on the door so as to not startle you. ‘I have some ice for your neck. It’ll help with the bruising.’ He frowned when you didn’t answer, but he wouldn’t invade your privacy by just walking in. He was about to admit defeat, when Jungkook suddenly appeared in the hallway, hurrying towards your door.

‘Hey, your door was unlocked. Is he in there?’

‘Yeah but she’s not answering. I bought her some ice.’ Jungkook took the ice bag from his hands.

‘I’ll make sure she uses it. Thanks for looking after her.’ Jungkook gave a grateful nod, before briefly knocking the door and pulling it open.

‘Y/N it’s me, I’m coming in.’

You bolted upright in bed when you heard your brothers voice.

‘Oppa! You actually came!’ Jungkook paused in the door way, offended look on his face.

‘You thought I wouldn’t?’ He scoffed as he sat next to you on the bed.

‘You’re busy...’ You trailed off, looking anywhere but at him. Jungkook shook his head and bough the ice pack to your neck. You jumped at the sudden cold, but you let him continue.

‘I’m sorry I ever made you feel I didn’t care. You’re my baby sister.’ You nodded sadly. You couldn’t hold back anymore. You turned and threw your arms around your brother, as the tears began to fall again.

‘Oppa I was so scared!’ He dropped the ice in shock, before coming back to his senses and wrapping his arms tightly around you.

‘It’s ok. You’re safe now.’

‘He could have had a knife or something worse.’ You wheezed out, unable to stop yourself from fearing the worst. Jungkook swallowed a lump in his throat to suppress his anger. You and Jungkook had the typical brother/sister relationship. As children you were never really close, despite your close age. He would take any opportunity to tease you, but at the end of the day he was still your big brother, which made him your protector by default.

‘He didn’t. Don’t think about what if’s. It’ll only make you feel worse.’ He stroked your back in an attempt to calm you down. In the back of your mind you knew you should listen, but it wasn’t that easy.

‘I don’t know if I can go back on a stage any time soon...’ You whispered, shaking slightly.

‘Nobody’s gonna force you until your ready.’ He pulled back and looked you in the eye. ‘I promise.’ You swallowed but didn’t say anything.

‘Plus I’m sure Chan would have something to say if your uncomfortable.’ You smiled softly and nodded. It was true that Chan was extremely protective over all of SKZ, so if you weren’t ready, he would make sure you were accommodated.

‘Please try to stop thinking about it. It’s breaking my heart seeing you like this.’ You let out a strangled laugh and nodded.

‘Thank you for coming down here for me.’ You wiped your eyes now that the tears had stopped.

‘My members have been asking about you by the way.’ You perked up at his words. You’d met the other BTS members a lot over the years, and it was always a fun time when you would hang out together.

‘Yeah, the articles were pretty fast to appear, so they’ve been texting m none stop!’ You smiled. He knew that would cheer you up, to know that people care about you. Even though that was never in question, after all you had your boys and friends from different idol groups, but it just hit different when people reached out to you. ‘By the way...’ He trailed off sheepishly, causing you to frown. ‘Get ready for a bombardment of calls from mom and dad. They’ve seen everything.’ You groaned out and lay down on the bed, causing Jungkook to laugh. You had hoped that you could keep them in the dark, not wanting them to worry, but looks like that was out of the window.

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lullabyalikpoptarot · 10 months ago

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BTS Personality Reading

Let's look into the members strongest personality traits they are showcasing at the moment. this is only an aspect of their personality. We are ever evolving and complex creatures, so this doesn't describe them fully. Just bringing some insight to them.

Jin (Hedonist/Knight of Cups rv) -He seems to enjoy the finer things in life. He likes to indulge in good food or fine dining. He tries to find the joy in life. He may also indulge in food to make himself feel better. He is someone who tries to see the positive out of life and tries to focus on the good. Now with the Knight of Cups reversed, he seems a bit disconnected from his emotions. He doesn't really like showing his vulnerable and softer side. I see him being a bit closed off emotionally. I don't see him as being much of a romantic. He is also may be a bit closed off from his intuition as well.

Suga (Destroyer/The Fool) Okay, these two cards kind of tell a story. He is the type that could create chaos to start new beginnings. I am not sure what that means, but that came to me. He is the type that is willing to end things and move past destructive traits. He likes to wipe the slate clean. These cards also indicate to me that he can step into some sh** or crappy situations at times. He can be a bit careless with his actions. He may also have a bit of a temper as well.

RM (Slave/10 of Pentacles) I say he endures a lot to get to the final outcome that he wants. He is tough and resilient. He may have a sense of trusting the universe and letting things fall into place. He is all about investing in the future and building his fortune. There is a sense of family pride, like wanting to make his family proud, to continue the lineage. He likes to appear that he has it all, that is interesting message, that just came to me. He is also willing to make sacrifices to achieve what he wants. He has lots of goals and wants to make lots of money along the way.

Jhope (Exorcist/The Lovers) I don't know, but the first thought when I see this card is he is the type to cut off toxic lovers. He isn't here for that. He is the type to remove himself from toxic situations and people. He likes to keep positive energy around him. I say connections are very important to him. With that Lovers card, he may believe in soul mates. He is also the type to make choices he is passionate about. It seems he goes with his heart. Intimacy is also very important to him as well. I don't see him as the type to make bad choices. He seems to know the right direction and path to take for himself.

V (Engineer/The Moon) He is pretty strategic with his approach to things, sometimes he can be devoid of emotions. He can be pretty matter of fact. He seems to be a good problem solver and has lots of practical solutions to problems. I see him being a very reflective person, especially at night. I wonder if he sits and looks at the moon at night. It is like a time to gather his thoughts. He is a very emotional person, but it does seem like he tries to repress it, but I don't know, it may show up more at night. I feel like with the quietness of the night. He is able to work through his problems and figure things out.

Jimin (Dilettante/Knight of Swords) He is a lover of the arts. He seems to enjoy having hobbies and learning new skills. He might at times be a bit overconfident in his ability to master something, but he is determined to learn new things. He is a communicator. He has lots of ideas, bouncing from one to the next. He is fast on his feet. He keeps his eye on the prize. I just feel he can get heavily fixated on learning something. He might struggle with having fun with it and may take it too seriously. Although, very determined to learn. He may want to learn to let loose, he doesn't have to master everything. This Knight of Swords energy wants to know everything, but sometimes it is better to not have all the knowledge and go in blind sometimes.

Jungkook (Priest/6 of Swords) I am quite surprised by this Priest card for him, not going to lie. This indicates someone religious or spiritual. Someone who can connect with spirit and channel through them. He might be doing some spiritual work. He may be listening to religious/spiritual advisors right now. He may be getting some guidance. Maybe this difficult time has connected him to his spiritual side. He may be trying to find peace within himself. He is someone trying to move past the mental baggage he has. He may hide his emotions behind intellect or repress it a bit. He may be a bit more intellectual.

I am not sure how great this was, because I kind of struggles to word this with their energies. This took me longer, than most groups. I had difficulty pinpointing their personality traits, not sure it is because their energies are distracted, which makes sense. Jin and Suga weren't that hard, but the others man, it was a struggle. Anyway, hope you got something from this.

#kpop tarot #bts tarot

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singukieee · 1 year ago

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'24 A R C H I V E

—of fics I've read or been reading. this archive is being constantly updated!

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♡ : works I'm following closely

☆ : my ultimate favourites (mostly finished)

① : oneshots

Might as well be drunk in love

ceo!bts x reader

In which your friend thought it would be funny to give you a love potion, and in which seven CEOs accidentally drank it.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Strange

idol!bts x businesswoman!reader (jin focus)

You and Jin grew up in an orphanage together. With no parents or family to take care of you, you both looked after each other. But it all changed when he was eventually adopted by a loving family, leaving you all alone. What happens when you're now a grown, successful adult working with him and his six boyfriends?

American Mate ♡

hybrid!idol!bts x human!reader

The Hybrid K-pop group BTS is on tour in America; of course, things don't start out the way they should, but after an encounter with Y/n, things change but will everyone follow Fate?

To Love, To Heal

bts x fem!reader | neighbor au

You’ve thought you’d healed from the pain. The feeling of insecurity, the pain of knowing you’ve given you’re all for it to all blow up in your face, making you the fool. After the antagonizing heartbreak from your ex- husband, you’ve found it hard to open up to anyone since. It’s been years since the breakup, and you’ve thought you’ve moved on and in a way you completely did. You may not harbor any feelings for your ex-husband anymore, but you’ve found that your heart isn’t as open as you initially thought- especially when seven kind and handsome men are striving for your love and affection next door.

House of Addams

bts x private investigator!reader

Private investigator!reader is hired to look into the deaths, disappearances, and disturbances in the small town of Farrow's End, where she meets a gang of weirdos that help her along the way while she vehemently denies her attraction to all seven of them.

Strawberry Princess ♡

hybrid!bts x hybrid!reader

When a certain hybrid starts to appear whenever Jungkook is at the gym, an immediate pull is felt between the two and their eventual friendship soon is spread to the rest of his pack.

CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5 | CH 6 | CH 7 | CH 8 | CH 9 | CH 10 | CH 11 | CH 12 | CH 13

Neighbors

influencer!bts x animator!oc

A story where a girl who is barely present in social media doesn't know that her new neighbors are famous online stars.

Green ♡

rabbit hybrid!single dad!jungkook x fox hybrid!author!reader

In which you got set up on a blind date with jk, but you didn't know he came as a package. Even tho it started with a misunderstanding, it might be a start for something beautiful.

CHANTAJE ☆

ceo!bts x actress!reader

Being under the watchful eye of the media and your fans, your managers are in desperate need of regaining back your popularity after other influencers who hate you cause mayhem to your life. what best way to do so by having you pretend to be in a relationship with the popular 7 who are known to be intensely wealthy and stoic? will you be able to regain their trust or will they go with their promise of damaging your reputation even more?

Penny for your Ghosts ♡

hybrid!bts x hybrid!reader | ghost hunter au

The world is haunted. There's ghosts, so many in fact that sometimes it feels like they're taking over the living. Incidents are on the rise, ghost related injuries and deaths are getting worse and more common, fear is taking place in hearts of those still here.

And the only ones who are born with the gift, with the ability to see, hear and fight this epidemic, are hybrids. Between the countless agencies and corporations ran by humans exploiting hybrids' gifts for profit, you desperately try to apply your gifts and end up at a small shunned hybrid ran agency fighting to help people and gain respect.

Change My Mind

idol!bts x makeup artist!reader | soulmate au

As a make-up artist, you were expected to glamorize your clients with brushes and products that cost a week-worth of food, not to befriend them outside of work, let alone have them save you from dates yet here you are five years later as one of their closest confidants. Being a stylist of the world's biggest boyband is no easy feat, someone is doing flips, someone can't stay still and one's asleep but its fine, you can work around their chaos but what you can't do is accept the fact that they're your soulmates.

Dragonheart

dragon!bts x knightess!reader

The Gong-li Empire has been on the peak of its power for a little over a millenium, and there was a very simple reason for that - dragonkind. When the first emperor of the Li Dynasty struck a deal with a witch that would allow him to bind dragons to the crown and force them into obedience, it was the beginning of its reign of terror and the end of freedom for creatures as old as nature itself.

Now, a woman hoping to change everything enters the ranks of the elite dragon rider unit among the imperial army and meets seven men that not only change her life, but help her change the fate of the whole world.

Moonchild ♡

werewolf!bts x reader

Working at a coffee shop that only opened in the late hours of the night was the most exciting thing about your life, really. You never had that many friends, your love life was nonexistent, and you just couldn’t explain the feeling of not belonging that chased you no matter where you tried to find your place. It was when seven very handsome strangers came into your life that weird things started happening around you and within you. Could they be the ones to fill in what’s been missing? Or would getting involved with them and their world put you in danger?

['21 ARCHIVE]

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#san recs #bts recs #bts fic #fics recs #hybrid bts #bts x reader #bts #bts fanfic

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aechlys · 10 days ago

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My copy of the reader finally came in today.

This is after a friend in tokyo actually did buy it for me, and then decided she didn't feel like just dropping it off with the other friend who could have paid her back and bring it home to me.

I am a very bad person to fuck with right now when it comes to the little things keeping me tethered still to this shitty existence, and I still can't believe she did that.

But anyway, thanks to the reprint, I finally have it safe and sound.

R&R is a pretty new magazine, but they've put in a good deal of effort to print high quality and to include unreleased/less retouched photos, and also get new statements from different artists than OtH, along with all the interviews done with Atsushi during their short run. I appreciate all the effort they put in a lot.

Seeing this and OtH's memorial issues makes me wish rather desperately that UV would rise from its own grave and compile their literal *decades* worth of interviews with Atsushi and BT. The fact that we somehow lost UV still really fucking hurts, that was a serious blow to the scene that I don't know if I'll ever be over (AND Fool's Mate 😔). They carried so much history, I wish.....I wish whoever owns the material rights today would see what #1 sellers these compilation issues have been for other magazines put UV's material to good use. *sigh*.....

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jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue · 3 years ago

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What if... the CEOs were Hybrids? part two | BTS OT7 au

This chapter was made possible by @oknymz / @shadowofahope 💜💜💜💜 five minutes to spare, I made the deadline 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽 11K words

Trigger warnings: swearing, possessive/obsessive behaviour, mentions of violence, alcohol, usual hybrid trope things

Prev / Next

Playlist : Dandelions - Ruth B, Can’t Help Falling in Love - Kina Grannis

Hybrids: KNJ - Wolf, KSJ - Bear, MYG - Panther, JHS - Lion, PJM - Arctic fox, KTH - Tiger, JJK - Bunny.

“They’re behind here I’m telling you,” Yoongi growls, staring a hole in the door to supply closet b, the only room that was locked.

They had been running around like fools in search of you, almost becoming feral with desperation.

Hoseok knocks on the door lightly, the taps not matching the fire in his eyes or the way his nostrils flared. It was faint, but your smell was here.

They hear the lock click, the door opening to reveal a smug sleepy Jungkook at the door, but that’s not what their gaze focuses on. There you are on the floor in Taehyung’s lap, sleeping in his arms. Jimin was asleep in hybrid form on your thigh, his little foxy face smushed against you. The tiger hybrid asleep with his back against the wall, holding on to you.

It’s a soft sight, it even melted their anger a smidge, having to force their jaws to remain clenched.

“Bunny was really tired,” Jungkook yawns. “She couldn’t sleep last night.”

“You three are dead,” Yoongi’s throat rumbles, his voice low not to reach your ears, but it reaches Jimin and Taehyung, their ears twitching to the sound, the threat rousing them from their slumber.

Jungkook’s instincts want him to fight or flight, but he stands his ground.

“We kept her away from the other employees, and we kept her safe,” Jungkook bites back, doe eyes turning stern as he lectures his hyung, a predator hybrid. “We didn’t take advantage of her, what’s the problem?”

Hoseok scoffs in disbelief, his tail agitated behind him, he doesn’t miss the accusation in the bunny’s tone. They weren’t going to be disrespected for making what they thought was the best decision, even if what Jungkook was hinting at held any weight.

“Ya locking her in a store room with three hormonal hybrids isn’t taking advantage of her?” Jin half whispers, half yells, eyes wide with exasperation, the sight would be hilarious under different circumstances.

“It's better than locking her in an office with four feral predators,” Jungkook seethes, eyes narrowing. The hypocrisy was unreal, he could smell the lingering scent of their horniness, even though it was masked by the desperation and fear their mate had disappeared.

“Ya Namjoon why aren't you saying any-” Jin’s voice gets caught in his throat as they all turn to the lead CEO. The wolf had his eyes dead set on the scene, his eyes blank of emotion, the sight has them all tensing, having seen this look before.

“Namjoon,” Yoongi calls for him delicately, trying to reach into the hole of thoughts he knew the wolf was burying himself in and pull him out.

Something snaps in him, his cheeks sucked in as a breath of angry air exhales from his nostrils. The tension can be felt heavily in the air, masked previously by their own emotions. Taehyung and Jimin, now fully awake by the sixth sense of an approaching storm, watch their alpha with fear creeping into their veins. The tiger holds you closer, ready to protect you from the oncoming danger, although in his sound mind he knows he’s going to be on the receiving end.

“Wake her up,” Namjoon’s voice is heavy, the command low and guttural, and each of their backs straighten to attention. “Seokjin hyung take her home, you three, in my office. Now.”

Any correction of ‘their’ office died in their throats as the wolf hybrid stormed away. They all release a breath they didn’t know they were holding, trying to downplay the goosebumps that made them shudder at the energy he left in his wake.

“Like I said,” Yoongi gulped, recovering from the menacing aura, trying to return to his stern demeanour, “you three are dead.”

—

The three of them stood with their heads low in submission in front of Namjoon’s desk, his eyes boring into them with so much heat they could feel themselves start to sweat. Hoseok and Yoongi were listening from outside, not willing to admit they were too afraid to go in.

“Did you tell her?” The deathly tone of his voice made them want to run, but they were frozen by the red eyes of their alpha.

“N-no we didn’t,” Jimin stuttered, knowing he needed to answer out of respect.

“She wondered why we were all scenting her, but she didn’t figure it out,” Jungkook explains, his little tail quivering behind him.

“Jungkook covered it,” Taehyung says, trying to placate the angry alpha.

“What did you tell her?” He stares down the bunny hybrid like the barrel of a gun ready to fire.

“I told her she was part of the pack,” Jungkook gulped. “Our hybrids recognised her as a packmate even though she’s human. That’s all.”

Namjoon nods, pacing behind his desk in thought. They were going to choke from the pheromones in the room. The wolf hybrid was emitting heavy miasmatic rage and the maknaes' knees were seconds away from giving out from the weight.

“She fell asleep in our arms Hyung,” Jungkook admits quietly against his better judgement, knowing that the lead CEO was in no state of mind to listen to reason but he still had to try, “that means she trusts us, she feels something for us.”

“She's human!” He seethes back, making Taehyung jump, “it means she was tired.”

They can’t find their voices to argue, letting the room fall back to that poisonous state of silence as they awaited the Alpha’s punishment of choice.

“The three of you are suspended for a week.”

The shock hit them like a slap, they were expecting a bigger workload, something that meant they couldn’t see you as much, not this. Not being able to see you at all, for a whole week?

“Hyung-”

“Argue with me and I’ll make it two.”

His foot was down and not budging an inch, they could see it in the way his jaw was set. As much as they wanted to complain they swallowed it down, a week without you was torment enough, they wouldn’t be able to handle two.

—

The air in the car is stifling… Jin was oblivious to it, or so you thought but it was obvious with the way your entire body was running like you had a fever from the embarrassment of waking up to six of your bosses staring at you! While you were in the arms of one of them! You couldn’t control the impulse, you buried your head in your hands and groaned. There were ice caps in the arctic melting because of the heat from your cheeks alone!

Jin tries not to, but he chuckles at your actions, trying to look nonchalant as he drives but you hear his little breaths of laughter, whining into your palms.

“If I call in sick tomorrow will you cover for me?” You ask the bear hybrid, your hands coming away from your face as you stare at him seriously. He was already having such trouble stifling his laughter, but the look on your face as you tried to conspire with him made him burst.

“Jin it's not funny,” you grumble, pouting over your predicament.

“Honey you don’t have to be embarrassed,” he says fondly, smiling as he steers onto your road.

Your stupid heart flutters at the term of endearment he introduced today, you couldn’t help thinking it sounded like you were a couple. As quickly as your heart swelled, it sank. You were just an employee, how many times did you have to tell yourself that?

You cough weakly into your hand, his eyes snap to you as if you’d grown a third head.

“Oh no,” you say dramatically, obviously faking, the back of your hand placed delicately to your forehead for good measure. “I must be coming down with something *cough* maybe I won’t be able to make it into work tomorrow.”

Jin sighs, for a second he believed you, the worry in his chest had his senses set to panic. You frown when he doesn’t smile at your joke, not a hint of it left from earlier, instead he's releasing a breath as if he had been holding onto it.

“Beautiful girl,” he sighs, his tone slightly berating you. “Don’t ever joke about things like that.”

After a day like today, with their mate smelling the way she did, the need to take you home, look after you, shower you with love, protect you from everything in their nest was overwhelming. Fear ran riot inside of them when you were ‘missing’, it was the worst prank those maknaes could play on them, and now a joke from your own lips about your health made his hybrid feel a sadness he couldn’t quite explain. It was mixed with the essence of failure, like if you got unwell, it would be his fault.

“Jin?” You call him out of his thoughts, his eyes swim with so much emotion as he looks at you, really looks at you. Your frown melts into surprise, not expecting to be attacked with that expression on his face. “Umm… Thanks for the ride.”

You try to smile but it's a nervous sight, you know he can hear your heart pounding, and you needed to save yourself from some embarrassment today at least.

“You really didn’t have to…” You open the car door, ready to make your escape. You wished you fought back harder, but he was adamant about dropping you home, the hell was he going to risk any hybrid on the streets smelling you.

“See you tomorrow Y/n,” he says when you step out of the car. The corner of his lips turn upward in an attempt to return your smile, but it doesn’t reach the sorrow in his eyes. You normally hate when they refer to you by name, they only did so when others were around, or when you were in trouble, but this didn’t feel like that. He said your name with so much weight you couldn’t understand it, only staring at him again in shock.

You recover a moment later, brows furrowing in thought as you close the door. He watches you enter your apartment building, leaning onto the passenger side of the car to watch the light come on in your complex. You were home, you were safe, he felt himself breathe a little in relief.

You weren’t theirs. The thought had been repeating itself in his head since you called his name minutes ago. As much as they loved you, wanted you, the facts were irrefutable. You weren’t theirs. He sighs deeply before pulling away, a silent drive back to their mansion to dwell on his thoughts.

—

There was a weight pulling you down in the office this morning. Your thoughts evidently elsewhere, that was clear to see on your face. Every few seconds you would catch yourself drifting before trying to shake yourself out of it, trying to focus on your work but you couldn’t. The guilt was eating you alive.

“Kim depyunim looks as pissed today as he did yesterday,” you can hear one of your co-workers gossiping.

“Wonder what's got him so stressed out?”

You could haphazard a guess. You fight down the groan that makes its way up your throat. Maybe he thinks you’re trying to seduce them, after yesterday's scene, you’re so sure you’ve disappointed him. He wasn’t there when you woke up, he must’ve walked off fuming at the sight of you cuddling up to his packmates. But then… Jungkook said they saw you as one of the pack so why… unless, you hadn’t been accepted by their alpha yet, and now you’re sure you won’t. You fucked up, you fucked up so bad by taking their friendship for granted, they were your employers, why did you forget that fact so easily?

“Earth to Y/n,” Yeri waves her hand in front of you face, the turtle hybrid had been talking to you for the last minute only to realise you had been spaced out.

“Huh- Oh sorry, what were you saying?”

She frowns at you, handing you the file for today's meeting while wondering what was going on with you. The second the file is in your hands your heart sinks, you hadn’t forgotten about it, oh no, quite the opposite. The entire evening you were thinking about it, the fact you would have to face your bosses at this meeting after yesterday's events.

It plagued you so bad it gave you nightmares, every hour you woke up after scenes of Namjoon yelling at you, or Yoongi refusing to speak to you. Hobi didn’t even look at you even though you begged him to with tears in your eyes. You know they were only dreams, they weren’t real, and yet they felt so believable that even now when you were awake you held some sorrow over them, as if they really did happen.

“Are you okay running the meeting, you don’t look great…” she comments, braced for you to faint or something.

Here it was, an opportunity for someone to take over, for you to run home and hide. But as much as you were terrified of their reaction to you, you worked so hard preparing for this meeting, your team was relying on you, and so were the CEOs. You had to deliver it, you had to show them you were worth working here. And plus, you fixed the problem anyway…

Yeri watches your face fall into a despondent state, were you okay? It was almost as if you were in mourning or something, and she felt too awkward to ask any further questions. What was wrong with you?

You only nod in reply, walking away from her in thought as you make your way to the meeting room. As always you were thirty minutes early, the room was empty as it normally was. You weren’t as efficient as you normally would be, your pace slow as you organised your material, set the room up to your liking. You didn’t even acknowledge when your colleagues made their way in and sat in their designated seats, but you felt it when they did. You back went up, a sixth sense you couldn’t explain when Namjoon stepped through the door, followed by 3 other CEOs. You didn’t make eye contact, you didn’t turn their way or greet them when your coworkers stood and bowed, you pretended as if you didn’t know they were here. But you knew they could hear your heart running like it needed to escape, your heavier breathing as you tried to calm down.

Yoongi can smell the anxiety, your back was to them as you sorted out the computer and projector, but he could see how tense you were. He glances at their company founder, who almost glared at you before swallowing down whatever thoughts he was having, pretending you didn’t exist. Sometimes the other CEOs wanted to get a chisel and hammer, and crack open that skull and see what the hell was going on in that head of his.

The lights dim before the presentation begins. You’re grateful for the darkness, thinking it would hide their faces from you, but when you turn around you realise it only enhances their intimidating demeanour. You felt like prey in the middle of a hunt, their eyes glistened in the low lights, and you knew they could see you better than you could them. The thought has a flood of vulnerability rush through your spine and chest, only increasing your growing anxiety like a tsunami. You take a deep breath before you begin.

Hobi’s gaze doesn’t miss the way your hands were shaking as you grip onto your notes for the meeting, the way you cleared your throat before you spoke. Under normal circumstances your presentations were captivating, you held the room, but today you didn’t even smile. All he wanted to do was wrap you protectively in his arms, rewind to yesterday when you were enjoying each other's company.

He sighs, Jin and Yoongi glancing at him briefly inquisitively, but of course they knew the thoughts that plagued Hoseok’s mind. They knew the maknaes weren’t being malicious in their revenge plot, they would never have ill intentions towards your wellbeing. The hyungs knew the youngest three were making a valid point in their demonstration yesterday, but the problem was they never thought it through, they never thought of or understood the consequences, the fallout, the way the older CEOs did. They could already feel your distance as you questioned yesterday’s events, your little brain working on overdrive, analysing everything.

Part of the lion hybrid wished Namjoon didn’t ban the cubs from the building during their suspension, they were so much better at keeping you close. He’s so deep in his thoughts, so busy absentmindedly watching your every move that he misses most of the meeting agenda, looking blank when the lights turn on and everyone’s eyes turn to the CEOs in the room. Thankfully Namjoon takes over.

“Good presentation Miss L/n,” he doesn’t look your way when he speaks, and it cuts you, you hated empty praise, you hated it when he used your last name, even in front of everyone. “I want team B to follow up on revenue, team A can hand over the files.”

“Well done for laying down the foundation for this contract team A,” Yoongi agrees, his eyes on you only, the praise directed at you even he said it to your whole group.

“Y/n you’ve got the best deal again,” Jin says fondly, smiling at you, hoping you’d return it. You bow politely at them instead as people gather their papers, ready to leave. The CEOs try to hang back, knowing you would clear your notes and linger behind to do so without distraction. Hoseok reads the material of what he missed, Yoongi pretends to small talk with Jin while they keep glancing your way. Namjoon answered questions from the floor managers, actually wanting to escape quickly but he was stuck listening to this imbecile.

“Should we stay late tonight to go over the material for the handover?” Alex asks you with a grin. Four pairs of ears instinctively lock onto the conversation, even the wolf’s.

“I can’t, sorry, I have a date,” you say bluntly, loud enough for them to hear, a tight lipped smile on your face. The hybrids reel back with shock, like you were intentionally trying to hurt them, but how could you? You didn’t know how they felt.

The whole meeting you could feel their gazes on you, more than just listening to the meeting. Their eyes had been interrogating, or it felt like it at least, so you said it to quell any ill intentions they might think you have, that you were another one of those employees who were desperate to seduce them. The second the words were out you regretted everything; saying yes to that stupid blind date, coming to work at all, and everything that happened yesterday.

“Excuse me,” you can’t even force a smile as you exit, your heart pounding in your chest when you feel their eyes pierce you, unable to handle it.

—

“A date? A fucking date!” Yoongi uncharacteristically yells at the other three in the office, Hoseok and Jin leaning on the walls behind their respective desks, both appearing despondent staring at the floor, Namjoon pretending to read the files in front of him, ignoring them. “How can she go on a date when yesterday we-”

He sighs exasperated as his fingers comb through his hair in frustration, one hand on his hip as he shakes his head. Yoongi never raises his voice like this. He got angry yes, but his rage was always cool and calm, unless of course it regarded you. How could you flaunt this in front of them when yesterday you were bonding, scenting, SLEEPING with them? Why were humans so dense? He was so sure deep inside of himself you returned their feelings, but now, he was losing hope you did at all.

“Namjoon stop pretending to read we can smell the burning pot you’re trying to put a lid on,” Seokjin reprimands him, trying to contain his own fury at the CEO, partly blaming him for your sudden interest in dating. In all the years they’ve known you, not once have you been with someone else, they would have smelt it on you if you had, so why now? Why were you pushing them away after yesterday? As much as they wanted to pry open Namjoon’s skull, he wanted to read your mind more.

“It's her choice to-”

“She doesn’t know we’re an option because you wouldn’t let us court her,” Yoongi spits, tail agitated behind him as his pupils almost turn into slits.

The wolf hybrid has to force his jaw shut to not bear his teeth at his packmate's aggression, his eyes glinting red as they stare the panther hybrid down.

Hoseok scoffs at their behaviour, at the situation.

“Good thing the maknaes aren’t here,” he thinks out loud. They would have lost it, plotted some game or plan to stop you, but maybe that was what they needed. As diabolical as it sounded, every bone in his body wanted to stop you. “Should we tell them?”

“It’s none of their business,” Namjoon snaps, his nose flaring. “It’s none of our business, she’s our employee, she’s allowed to date whoever she wants. Her private life is just that, we don’t get involved.”

He stares each of them down, the pot reaching boiling point. Each of them deflate into submission, even Yoongi, his shoulders sinking, his gaze falling to the floor. Their alpha’s pheromones were strong in presenting his wrath, but it couldn’t hide the scent of misery and ache.

Yoongi walks up to his desk, his head still bowed but the adrenaline in Namjoon’s system still had his back up as he watched the panther wearily. His best friend can barely look him in the eye, not out of respect for their pack leader, but because for the first time in his life, their alpha let them down. Namjoon swallows down his own sorrow, his own regret that’s caused this rift between them.

“Our mate is going to let another man court her,” Yoongi explains solemnly so every word is heard and understood. “Another person is going to put their hands on her, we’re going to smell him on her. Why are you pretending that's okay?

You love her just as much as I do.”

He doesn’t wait for a response, storming out of the office before his rage built again and he ended up punching the wolf for his stubborn stupidity.

—

You could cancel, would that quell the growing anxiety inside of you? But the whole point of this date was to move on from this unrequited infatuation with them that was boarding on pathetic. You’re sure Namjoon’s caught on, why else would he look at you like that during the meeting? He must be so disgusted and disappointed in you.

Jimin, Tae and Kookie would tell you what was going on inside their alpha’s head, they didn’t hide things from you, you could actually call them your friends. What if this whole situation took them away from you? What if Namjoon told them you were just like everyone else, trying to get close to them for an agenda. Is that why you hadn’t seen them yet?

As much as you told yourself you needed to create a professional distance and set boundaries before any misunderstandings could form, you couldn’t lie to yourself that you didn’t want anything to change, you didn’t want to lose them or what you had with them. Was that so selfish? You didn’t want to lose them, you didn’t want them to hate you, and you didn’t want to feel like this anymore. Like your love for them was wrong.

The office was bustling around you and yet you were still, a mountain of work sat on your desk and you couldn’t even glance in its direction. You should’ve called in sick.

“Y/n!” Jackson calls for your attention, standing beside you, frowning at your despondency, almost the same look he saw on one of his bosses moments ago. The Golden retriever hybrid was the perfect secretary, unflinchingly loyal, and able to read every emotion cue before they even presented. Something was going on, and his instincts told him to stay out of it.

“Hey,” you greet him, his presence jolting you into starting to go through the pile of work, even if it was just to look busy.

“Min Depyunim needs you in his office ASAP,” he instructs.

His frown deepens at the way your heart rate skyrocketed, the growing anxiety perspiring from your skin.

“Did he say why?” you ask with a gulp, your eyes wide like a prey hybrid.

“No, just that it was urgent.”

You only nod in reply, not trusting your voice as you leave your desk. Each step to that office would normally bring you a sense of comfort, anticipation in the best kind of way, but today your shoes were filled with lead. You hold an empty folder against your chest as if that would offer you any defence.

The door opens before you knock, your fist in the air as you come face to face with Yoongi. The panther hybrid detests eye contact, it was more a sign of aggression in the hybrid world, but now his eyes were boring into yours, pleading you without words. Both your faces mirror a sense of sadness, your voices caught in your throats. His hand wraps around your wrist that was still caught midair, pulling you in when you made no move to.

His office still had hints of yesterday, he locked it after you left, not wanting the cleaning crew to erase your scent or the evidence of your bonding session. The windows were closed, but the air in the room wasn’t stifling. Even though you were human, the room was calming your tense composure. That is, until your boss opens his mouth.

“I need you to stay late and help me with a new merger,” he announces, his stoic stare almost daring you to defy him, but behind that demeanour he was nervous.

You stare back in shock, he knew you had a date. He heard you at that meeting, you're sure of it, so why?

“Kitten?” he searches your face for a hint of something, anything. “It's an important deal, I need my best girl on it.”

You take a deep breath at the compliment, your heart fluttering against your wishes. Your skin flushes with heat, and you hope his hybrid senses can’t pick up the warmth you're suddenly emitting. Here it was… a way out, a way to just go back to how things were. You could say yes.

“I can’t,” you shake your head, looking away from his penetrating gaze before it coerced you into giving in. “I have plans, I’m sorry I can’t.”

“Cancel.” The word comes out like a command before he can correct himself. “Reschedule, this is important.”

The folder in your arms is squeezed closer against your chest, your eyes close, you almost look like you’re fighting with yourself.

Give in Kitten, come on, did you really like this guy? Did you really not want him and the others? They were so sure, with the way you reciprocated their affection, that you felt the same. The idea that you didn't, sent a stabbing pain straight through his chest.

“I can’t, I’m really sorry,” you wish he knew how sorry you were, fighting to keep your eyes from watering. You didn’t want to go tonight, but you were forcing yourself to.

“Why?” he fights the growl from his voice, his eyes piercing you.

“I just can’t,” you hold back the sorrow in your tone, but he can still hear it, realising he was possibly putting you between a rock and a hard place. He tries not to scoff, tries not to take it further, but he can’t help himself, he was so pissed at this situation, the idea that someone else was getting to be with you in every way he wanted to be.

“Miss L/n this deal is important-”

“You’ve said that,” you cut him off, arguing back. You hated when he called you that. Every time he was annoyed with you, every time you made a grievous mistake back when you both didn’t get along, he used your surname in that tone, and this time it irritated you. “But I’ve read my contract, I don’t have to say yes.”

He takes a deep breath, both your spiking distress starting to destroy the previous ambience of his office, and he didn’t want to lose it. He walks away from you, trying to cool down, only turning back when he reaches his desk, hoping the distance would give him a chance to breathe.

“Will there be repercussions Min Depyunim?” you ask, your eyes staring daggers into his softening features. He shakes his head, looking down at the ground between you, disgusted with himself. He was so desperate for you not to go, was he really going to force you to stay?

You sigh, Min Yoongi doesn’t back down, not with you. He gave in to you when you needed him to, but he never backed down when you playfully bickered, and definitely not when you argued.

“Yoongi are you okay?” Your glare dulls, the concern for him easing your temper.

“The cubs explained that we all see you as part of the pack right?” His head is still angled to the floor but his hooded eyes look up at you.

You nod slowly, his words sinking into you slowly since they came from nowhere.

“You don’t smell like us today, it’s put us on edge,” he lies. “Can I scent you kitten?”

He could hear your heart pound against your ribcage, trying so desperately to run to where it belonged, in his arms, in his hold. You were their mate, your body knew it, why didn’t you?

You hesitate. Every single repercussion and consequence ran through your mind telling you to say no, but you didn’t care, not until a certain wolf hybrid’s glare entered your head. Yoongi can see your eyes glisten with wherever your thoughts were going, the way they were imploring him to pull you out of whatever melancholic place they were taking you.

“Come here,” he orders, sitting on his desk with his legs open for you to stand in between. He doesn’t miss the shift in your eyes as they dilate at the preposition, the way your breathing gets heavier.

Seriously, does he want to kill you? He wants you to stand there, he didn’t do it like that yesterday. His stare compels you to walk forward, your grip still digging into the folder in your arms, but when did you ever need a shield against Min Yoongi? As soon as you’re close enough he grabs your hand, pulling you closer to him. He smirks as you try to avoid eye contact, shuffling where you stood. He takes that damned file away from you, throwing it somewhere on his desk.

You feel vulnerable without it, yet there was something exhilarating about the position you’re in. Your scent changes, a ghost of yesterday’s intensity, but the subtle smell was enough to get his panther preening. His arms wrap around you, his face buried into the juncture of your neck. He rubs his nose against your skin, his ears perking at the way your breath hitches.

You jump when there’s a knock on the door before it opens, the panther possessively not letting you budge as you panic. He scowls at the door, ready to tear into Namjoon if he was interrupting again, not giving a shit as to what their alpha thought anymore.

“Hyung- Oh,” Hoseok’s mouth forms a perfect circle in shock, his eyebrows rising at the sight and audacity of the older CEO. He locks the door when he walks through, his features composing as he smirks at Yoongi. There was no need for anyone else, or their pack leader to walk in on this.

Your little fight against Yoongi’s hold ceases when you realise your efforts are futile, your head dropping to his shoulder in defeat, and with the way your skin was burning, embarrassment.

“Kitten, are you hiding from Hobi?” He sniggers, unable to resist teasing you. It was odd, having this moment with you all while knowing you were going to be with someone else tonight. Bittersweet didn’t seem like the right word, it was crueler than that. His tail wraps around your thigh at the thought of having to let you go, he didn’t want to.

You didn’t realise how touchstarved you were until you felt his soft fur on your skin, melting into his hold a little more. Maybe you really did need this date if the only place you were getting an inkling of physical attention was your seven bosses, perhaps that was what caused this dilemma in the first place, maybe you were just confused about your feelings because you hadn’t had any romantic interests since you started working here. Maybe it was just a stupid crush and you were overthinking everything. As much as you tried to convince yourself, you knew you were lying.

Hoseok’s arms wrapping around you from behind underneath Yoongi’s pulls you out of your sinking thoughts. He nuzzles his cheek against the top of your head, scenting you to soothe that sour flavour seeping from you. When your aroma settles back to its natural sweetness he’s satisfied with his work, resting his chin on the other side of your head on your shoulder.

“Sunshine, why are you being shy?” he whispers into your ear like he’s sharing a secret, chuckling when you bury yourself further into the panther hybrid. There’s an amused breath of laughter from the CEO you were trying to cocoon yourself in, but his heart swells at the fact you were seeking comfort in him.

“Hmmmm,” he pretends to pout, pressing his lips against the sliver of skin showing on the juncture of your shoulder and neck. “Should I leave sunshine?”

You shake your head against Yoongi, one of the hands that was gripping onto his shirt, coming away to hold onto the sleeve of the lion hybrid behind you before he had the chance to pull away. He smiles fondly at the action even if you weren’t coming out to play. He kisses the back of your head quickly, using your current state to his advantage. He feels you stiffen slightly before you relax again, your heart is hammering so hard he can feel it through your back. His eyes glance at Yoongi, a silent communication shared between them both, the same thought echoing through their minds. It might have been wrong, it might cross every boundary Namjoon told them to avoid, but they would scent you so intensely that if you were with a hybrid tonight they would suffocate on the stench. They would cover every available inch of you in their smell that every hybrid would know you were accounted for. They didn’t even want to think about what they would do if the stupid person you were seeing was human.

Hobi rests his forehead against the back of your head, wishing he could just read your thoughts. Why were you doing this to them? His embrace tightens, his sunny disposition clouding. He didn’t think he could handle it, if you came into work smelling of someone else. Something sharp grips his chest, like a thousand thorns piercing into the flesh, trying to claw its way into his heart. He wants to beg you not to do this, but the words get caught in his throat.

He closes his eyes, sniffing your hair subtly before it would become tainted by someone else, trying to lock it into his memory as if this was the last time he’d see you. He was usually so content in your presence, always eased and comforted by just your smile or laugh. But now he was fighting back tears, feeling like you had slipped out of reach even though you were here in his arms. He feels another hand on his other arm, recognising Yoongi’s touch. The lion hybrid was pouring out a damp essence with his sorrow, unbeknownst to you, but the older CEO could sense it. Maybe a part of you could too, your thumb starting to stroke his arm soothingly making him ache.

Why didn’t you want them the way they wanted you?

—

Day one of not being able to see you and they were already a mess. Three Hybrids laid in Jungkook’s room, staring at the ceiling wondering where it all went wrong. The bunny hybrid took the bed, Taehyung was on the floor, the oldest maknae on the bean bag. They were in here all day, feeling lost without work, well not work, without you. They didn’t realise how much they looked forward to their day because of you until Namjoon took it away from them.

“This week is going to be torture if all we do is contemplate our life choices,” Jungkook states blankly, his stare still on the ceiling.

“It’s already torture,” Taehyung huffs, clutching onto the pillow he stole from the bed earlier. “Did you hear him last night tell Hyung he had plans for us when we got back.”

He shudders, his chin digging into the soft material in his hands for comfort. He may have been a tiger but their alpha could instil fear in anyone, regardless of rank or breed.

“What plans?” Jimin asks, his head rising to look at his best friend on the floor.

“He’s going to make us work on another floor,” Taehyung replies sadly, his whole face falling from despondency to complete heart break.

Jimin groans, pushing his hair back in frustration as his head hits the beanbag again.

“He can’t do that,” Jungkook says quietly, terrified at the prospect that the one thing that keeps him sane at that dreaded building was going to be kept away from him.

“He can,” Jimin spits before whining, “this is so unfair, he’s overreacting and he knows it.”

“I’ve never seen him so mad at us before,” Taehyung sniffs.

Jimin sighs, not wanting to add to the melancholy infecting the tiger hybrid.

“Maybe he’ll come to his senses before we’re back at work,” he tries to sound hopeful, but it fools no one.

“Even if he does, we still have a week of suspension,” Jungkook scoffs. “He won’t back down on that just to prove a point.”

They sit in silence, stuck in this purgatory without you.

“Right!” Jimin sits up with a clap, looking at the other maknaes with an expression that could only be described as displeased. “We can sit here all week, or we can distract ourselves.”

“How?” Taehyung asks with a pout.

“Treat it like a holiday,” Jimin suggests. “Let’s go out before the hyungs come home.”

Jungkook sighs, it wasn’t a bad idea, but it would have been better if you were part of the equation.

“Where do we go?” he tries to give into the proposition but he wasn’t feeling it.

“I don’t want to get hit on,” Taehyung announces, the insinuation in his voice clear, that meant nothing too public, or anything too high end.

“We’ll clear out the VIP lounge at our club,” Jimin shrugs.

“Which one?”

Their company owned a few but they were more personal entrepreneurial revenues, Hobi, Yoongi and Namjoon owned Cypher, a more underground clubbing scene. Hoseok owned another with Jin and Jungkook called Jamais Vu, while Jimin shared Dionysus with the panther and their alpha.

“What difference is sitting in a club going to make when we can sit here?” Jungkook grumbles. “What's the point?”

“We have a week of hell Jungkookie,” Jimin stands, walking over to the bunny hybrid pushing him to get up. “Let's try to survive it.”

“I don’t want to go clubbing, I don’t feel like dancing,” Taehyung mopes.

“Aish you both are killing me,” Jimin complains, still trying to budge the maknae into moving. “What about your bar Tae?”

He contemplates it, eyes looking up as he thinks it through. Scenery was normally quiet, only bringing in the older generation since it was a jazz bar as unique as the tiger hybrid himself. The others didn’t think it would do as well as it had but some people wanted the gentle calm compared to the rioting lights and loud music. It was huge so even if it were a busy night it never felt like it.

“Yeah Jungkook let’s go,” he agrees after deeming the suggestion acceptable.

The youngest groans, his arms covering his eyes in protest, pretending to sleep.

“Jungkook, do you really want to stay here and hear the hyung’s gloat about their day with Y/n?” Jimin sounds solemn, making the bunny peer at him.

No, he didn’t want that at all.

—

“Explain to me how this is different to staying home?” His nose twitches cutely, watching Taehyung’s regular patrons enjoying their evening, not missing the way most of them were couples. Jimin can’t help laughing at the pout and grumpy eyes the bunny was adorning,

“This place has alcohol,” Jimin giggles, already on his third drink.

“We have alcohol at home,” Jungkook mumbles back, leaning back in their booth near the back of the establishment while Jimin signalled to the bartender for a top up.

“So much for not dancing,” Jimin chuckles at the sight of the tiger hybrid dancing on his own, perfectly content surrounded by the couples, not a care in the world. He catches them watching, giving them both a shy smirk, teeth biting into his bottom lip as he grinned.

“We should invite Flower here,” Taehyung says a little breathlessly as he slides into the booth next to Jimin, seemingly having had enough of the dancing.

“You know hyung banished us from the office,” Jimin thought out loud, “he didn’t say anything about contacting Angel out of hours.”

Jungkook snorts at the logic.

“I think it was insinuated,” he rolls his eyes, the pair of them instigating an argument about the topic while Taehyung watches chuckling.

“What hyung doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Jimin shrugs.

“How many times have you said that-”

But the tiger hybrid doesn’t hear the next words, his face turns blank as his senses tune into the sound of the door opening, the little bell ringing. He doesn’t understand why he can suddenly feel his heartbeat harder in anticipation, his sixth sense taking over control of his body. There’s a gust of wind, a gentle breeze he can feel through the open door, and with it a familiar scent.

“How many times do you drag us into trouble?” Jungkook was still squabbling with the arctic fox, the pair of them unaware of their friend’s wavering attention.

“Taehyung tell this kit-”

They both turn to the tiger hybrid, taken back by his look of shock until they follow his line of sight. Their hearts stopped, taking all the life out of them in a single gasp. Was that really you or was it a mirage from their abstinence? Jimin and Jungkook are about to smile until they notice what Taehyung already had. You were sitting at the bar in front of them, seemingly alone until they saw the man you were with bring back two glasses. The smile you give him has them sobering.

Taehyung growls so deep that anyone would think he was in his tiger form, his eyes glow with a tint, penetrating that spot the bastard had his hand on your back. Jimin and Jungkook fare no better, a solemn fury burning through their sudden glares, and you must’ve felt the heat because you turn like they called your name, your gaze meeting theirs.

You turn away quickly, feeling like you got caught cheating which was absolutely ridiculous. You shouldn’t be feeling guilty, so why was it eating you alive? You tried to smile at your date as he leaned in to ask if you were okay.

Jimin scoffs at the sight, a humourless breath of laughter escaping as he shakes his head, who the hell did this idiot think he was? Why were you with him?

“Are they friends…?” Jungkook tries to keep the venom out of his voice, tries to dispute the idea you were out romantically with this asshole.

“If it was friendship they’d be out in a group,” Jimin comments. “Look at their body language, his especially, my little vixen is out on a date.”

The possessive lilt in his tone is intense, his glare burning your back. There’s a rumble from Taehyung’s chest at his words, the tiger’s tail whipping so hard you could hear it slice the air.

What the actual hell? Of all the places to see the CEOs, of all the nights, why this one? Why here? Your heart was thundering in nerves, you tried so hard to swallow but your throat had run dry, and your hands were shaking so bad you didn’t think you could pick up your glass.

“Hey, are you sure you’re okay?” Eric asks you for the second time, your date so far had been fine, but even though it had only really just started you were so ready for it to end. He seemed like a lovely guy, not too eager, a little bit goofy and funny in a way that wasn’t his whole personality. But the second you met him, you saw all the ways he wasn’t them, and you realised that wasn’t fair on him.

You were trying, really truly trying to give this a chance, but those three intense stares you could feel on the back of your head reminded you of all the reasons why you didn’t want to.

You didn’t need this. The whole point of tonight was to build boundaries and distances, how were you supposed to do that when they were here.

“This place is something else,” he says trying to make conversation, looking around at the decor and beige tones. You couldn’t tell if he liked it or not. “So why did you want to come here?”

“Umm, I don’t know,” you admit. “There’s just something about this place that seems familiar and comforting, you know?”

Oh the irony of your words. You needed familiarity and comfort around you when you were stepping out of your comfort zone, but the three hybrids behind you had destroyed that plan.

Eric smiles at you in a way that lets you know he didn’t get it, it makes you laugh at the foolishness of your words. At least he laughed with you, the atmosphere only lightening a smidge.

“For a place that you like, you haven’t touched your drink,” he notes, looking at both your pints, yours was full, his halfway through. Fuck it, you needed something to take the edge off. His jaw drops in surprise as you down the whole thing, the glass coming down empty onto the bartop. “It wasn’t a challenge.”

You catch the amusement in his eyes, rolling yours jokingly with a smile. You could do this, you could totally handle being out on a date with the three of seven of the loves of your life watching you. You hiccup, did you really just think that? You were meant to think ‘three of seven of your bosses watching you’, you didn’t mean what you thought before. Shit, maybe you drank that a bit too quickly.

“Top up?” he asks, picking up your glass as he finishes his own, walking away to the busy barkeep when you nod. You didn’t want another drink, but you needed to breathe. For a second you forget something glaringly obvious, until three bodies join you where you’re sitting. You blink repeatedly at the stern expression of the arctic fox hybrid next to you, wondering if he were really there. The scene resembles something familiar to you, a mirror of how they would join you at your desk at work, but his eyes spell trouble in a way you don’t think you’re used to.

“Did you miss us, my little vixen?” Jimin asks, his voice low, the smirk on his face dangerous.

“Huh?” You only gawp at the question, your mind drawing blanks and failing to comprehend his words at all with his body so close to yours.

You hear a scoff on your otherside, turning to relieve yourself of the oldest maknae, only to meet the possessive anger in Jungkook’s gaze, Taehyung next to him, leaning on the bar, ignoring you.

“She didn’t even notice we were gone,” Jungkook comments, his tongue pushing hard against his cheek in frustration, believing his own words. “One day with the hyungs and she forgets all about us.”

He sniffs the air, not missing the way your skin was drenched in Yoongi’s and Hobi’s scent. Well your date was definitely not a hybrid, any right minded one would sense the obvious courting markers and run a mile, especially when it was a couple of predators that had done the scenting.

“The hyungs obviously haven’t done a good job keeping you company angel,” Jimin says, glaring at the advancing human walking their way. He puts on his best fake smile, ready to lull his new prey into a false sense of security before he takes you away.

“Y/n?” Eric looks at the men that joined you, frowning in question.

“E-Eric, umm these are my bosses from work,” you try to keep your features calm, but nothing would hide the alarm in your eyes. There's a low growl next to you at your statement, Jimin’s disapproving stare berating you more than his words could.

“Oh,” he says nodding, trying to understand the situation because something didn’t feel right. “What a small world…”

Jungkook scoffs again, what an idiot? Why were you here with an idiot?

“I hope we aren’t interrupting,” Jimin continues, that faux innocence in his voice not matching the devilish smirk on his face. “But the more company the better right?”

Eric now realises what was wrong with the scene in front of him, you were here on a date with him, but with the way the hybrids were surrounding you, he was nowhere near you. He was on the outside looking in, like the three men were purposefully keeping him at a distance, away from you. He awkwardly places the pint as close to you as he could… or as close as they would allow.

“Taehyung actually owns this bar,” Jimin gestures to the silent tiger before taking a sip of his drink. “What are the chances we’d run into you here?”

You can’t think of anything to say, your mouth kept opening and closing intermittently, you couldn’t meet anyone’s gaze, especially not your date’s. All the times you wished the ground would just swallow you up to escape, this was the hardest you prayed for it. Your hands fidget on the bar, fingers playing with each other, the uncomfortable air stifling. A large palm covers your own to quell the growing anxiety he could smell, your eyes pulled towards the culprit. Taehyung hadn’t said a word since they saw you, but his hand engulfed both of yours, unable to stand his mate in distress even if there was a volcano in the pit of his stomach ready to blow. He still doesn’t look at you, stoically staring ahead at nothing even with your eyes on him.

Eric’s frown turns comical at how intently he stares at your connected hands, adding numbers together but not yet reaching a conclusion despite how obvious the answer was. He tries to side step closer to you but the way the rabbit hybrid was standing behind you, curving his body to your right side, there was no way he could close the distance.

“Y/n do you want to dance?” he asks instead, if he couldn’t come in, he would pull you out instead. Did your bosses not realise you were on a date? Should he make it obvious you were to avoid any awkwardness?

Their backs stiffen, the palm covering your hands tighten their hold almost in warning if not desperation to stop you. Jungkook grunts in anger, the sound falling deaf on the human’s ears but not yours.

Cat got your tongue Kitten, dammit why could you hear Yoongi’s smug voice in your head now of all times. Y/n say something, you beg yourself. You don’t miss the sound of two tails sweeping through the air in agitation, trying to work out why they were behaving like this, until it clicked.

If they thought you were part of the pack, then it was only reasonable to assume they’d be protective over anyone approaching you. You’d seen it before amongst themselves, the way they’d act if someone tried to hit on one of them. That must be it.

“You go ahead,” you finally say with a tightlipped smile. “I’ll be there in a second.”

Although confused, your date decides to do as he’s told. You could feel the tension in their shoulders relieve with each step he took away from you.

“Are you guys okay?” you ask, they weren’t at work today and now you’re sure their moods were bitter bordering on bursting, something must have happened. They look at you in disbelief, Jimin laughs humorlessly shaking his head at how oblivious you could really really be sometimes. What excuse did your human brain come up with now? He had to know. How did you see all the signs they were giving you and translate them into something so ridiculous?

“Are you on a date?” Jungkook asks venomously, eyes holding yours so piercingly you have to remind yourself he wasn’t a snake hybrid.

“I-I am,” you try to sound confident. “Look, thank you for watching out for me, but Eric is fine.”

You try to smile, you really did, but you don’t know who you were trying to convince.

How could you not hear their hearts shattering? Of course they knew, but until it was out of your mouth it wasn’t solidified, it couldn’t be true. There’s a small whimper expressed from the maknae that he couldn’t control.

“And I should probably be getting back to it,” you sigh, standing up from the barstool, trying to ignore the way they were all holding onto you in some way. Jungkook’s hands ghosted over your arms, wanting to pull you back in your seat but he’s resisting the urge as much as it killed him. Taehyung’s hand lingers on yours for as long as he could before they’re gone. Even the back of Jimin’s forefinger was tracing your arm lightly as you stood, the anguish on all of their faces apparent. How could you be here with someone else when yesterday…

Yesterday you were in their arms, all afternoon. They scented you, they courted you, they looked after you. And you returned it all. How did that mean nothing to you? Were humans really that callous or so indifferent? Not you, they couldn’t believe you were that way, but the evidence staring at them as you started to walk away.

Taehyung can’t stand it, his teeth grinding hard as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you next to him, startling you with the sudden way your body jerked to his command.

“Tae-”

The low ferocious rumble from his chest silences you. His eyes avoided you the whole time he came to stand beside you and now they burned into yours, an unforgiving fire making them glow. Taehyung sits on the barstool next to yours, spreading his legs as he places you between them. The position is familiar, you were in a similar one earlier with the panther hybrid, but the glint in his eyes has it feeling so different. Your breathing turns so heavy you’re almost panting, his face so close to yours, all your senses are engulfed in him. Your pulse was so fast you could convince them you were a little hummingbird hybrid about to get caught in the tiger’s teeth.

“Taehyung,” you breathe, unable to look away from him, his grip was still like iron around your wrist, his tail wrapping around your middle. It was suddenly so hot, you felt like you were on fire, and all you wanted to do was smother his lips with yours.

You’re grateful for a second that he looks away, giving you a chance to catch your breath, and resist the pull of his stare. The feeling doesn’t last long as you realise his gaze has travelled down to your attire, the disapproving hum vibrating from his throat. You chose to wear this enchanting dress for someone that wasn’t them, you consciously went through your wardrobe and chose something so flattering for a man that you barely knew. His eyes snap back to yours, the flames reigniting in them with more lethal intensity. You gulp, just to soothe your drying throat.

“Y/n?”

Neither of you flinch at the sound of your concerned date, unable to comprehend the sight in front of him.

“Are you okay?” he says more urgently. “Hey I don’t think she wants you to hold-”

He makes the grievous mistake of trying to pry Taehyung’s grip away, the tiger turning his carnal fury on the stupid human. But before he can unleash his roar, you pull him back, fingers on his chin turning his face back to you.

“Eric I’m really really sorry,” you apologise and meaning it. “I’m part of their pack, you’re a stranger so they’re not familiar with your scent.”

You turn to the human as you explain, as much as Taehyung would let you.

“It agitates them, because they don’t know your intentions,” you sound logical, convincing, of course you do, you believe the nonsense you’re spouting.

Jimin said he wanted to hear the excuse you were making in that brain of yours, and here it was. If anything it aggravates them more, not just at your imperception but the fact all of this could have been avoided if Namjoon just let them confess.

“Does that make sense?” You ask, cringing at the awkwardness.

“Yeah that does,” he sighs, glancing at the hybrids that look ready to pounce and tear him to shreds. “Don’t worry about it, we can reschedule for another time.”

You smile gratefully at him, thankful he wasn’t screaming insults at you and making you feel like shit.

“Over my dead body,” Jungkook huffs under his breath, loud enough for you to hear.

“Thanks Eric,” you ignore the bunny’s outburst, “I’ll see you soon.”

At those words Taehyung’s tail wraps tighter around your waist, the movement not missed by the human.

With a wave he’s gone, and they finally feel like they can breathe.

“You guys are seriously too much,” you sigh, skin still tingling from the sensation of the tiger hybrid’s touch. “He wasn’t going to kill me.”

Jimin can’t stop the higher pitched growl leaving his lips.

“You don’t know that,” he scoffs.

Their clouded heads were clearing, slowly realising the events of what just happened even though they just lived them. This was bad, their judgement was so dictated by their jealousy and possessiveness it was bordering on dangerous.

“I think I need to go home,” you announce in a quiet voice, your own train of thoughts already taking you away from them.

“We’ll take you,” Jungkook offers, ready to rectify his mistakes.

“No I think you guys have done enough,” you frown at the floor, your harsh words hitting them with shame and heartache.

Jungkook blinks back sudden tears, unable to handle your rejection, even if he deserved it.

“Angel-”

“I really don’t want to hear it tonight, please,” your eyes close, fighting back your own watering eyes, swallowing down the hurt.

How could they do this to you? How could they not realise how you felt and not let you take this way out of it? They didn’t want you, they didn’t love you back, they weren’t allowed to behave like this and confuse you. You pull Taehyung’s clutch away from your wrist with your other hand, his tail falling limply at the grief sinking his whole soul.

You don’t say a word as you walk away, leaving three hybrids too stunned to speak.

—

Did you understand the nightmares that haunted Namjoon at night? The images of you accusing them of heinous hideous things that in the moment he believes with his whole heart. That look of hatred on your face that burns into his brain. Every time he woke up the hurt lingered into the day.

It’s a stupid defence mechanism he knows, the way he’s been behaving recently. His wolf side is angry and pissed with his human parts and the hybrid is taking it out on everyone around him, even you, even if you both hadn’t spoken since the day before yesterday.

The worst part of it was, he was holding you at a distance, his usual cure for his downcast thoughts. You were the one to pull him out when he buried himself in his overthinking and his insecurities. You always dug him out, and this time you didn’t, and he wouldn’t let you close enough to. This time you left him under the weight of his own misery and walked away with another man. His jaw clenches unconsciously, his bite so tense his teeth would break under the force.

This just proved everything he had been saying was right. You didn’t want them. They were helplessly and hopelessly in love with you to the point where they recognised you as their mate, and you didn’t return the feeling. As much as Yoongi argued that you were human so therefore you were dense to their affection, Namjoon couldn’t agree. How could you not see it when they behaved the way they did with you, only you. When else had he found his employee in the arms of his packmate asleep? When else would he allow someone outside of his pack to get as close to him as you did?

And to top it all off, every member of his pack started courting you for real the day you smelled the way you did. They were oblivious to it, or denying it themselves, but something inside of them clicked that day, and Namjoon could see the consequences in their behaviour even if they couldn’t. Why didn’t they understand it was futile, they were going to get their hearts torn out because of a human girl. Before their affection and gestures were always poised as a question, an indirect way of asking if you were interested in them. But now the boundaries were gone, they recognised you as their mate completely whether you were or not, this was everything he was trying to prevent. It was one thing to think it, now their more animalistic sides would accept nothing less but your hand in theirs.

His tormenting thoughts come to an abrupt stop as do his steps. He was walking past the empty meeting room, on his way back to the office when he heard it. He should walk away, but he can’t bring himself to. There was no way he should know that was you, but he did. His fingers close around the handle, his thoughts in overdrive, fighting with himself about what to do.

His instincts take over when he hears the sob, opening the door in a flash to the sound, staring incredulously at the sight of your tear stained face. You struggle to stop crying, choking on your tears as you try to control them, turning away from him. Your hand covers your mouth as you whimper, unable to hold back now the floodgates opened. You hear the door slam shut thinking he had left until you hear the lock.

“Babygirl-”

“Namjoon I-I’m fine,” you hold your tears back long enough to say it as firmly as you could, your face scrunching as the downpour continues.

He can see your shoulders trembling, he can hear the pain in your voice. It killed him.

Someone hurt his mate, as much as he tried to stop the thought it echoed in his head loudly. His mate was hurt, his mate was crying. He was caught between wanting to tear someone’s throat apart for putting you in this state and the urge to comfort you in his arms. It physically pains him not to step towards you, to not give in to all the cells in his body that screamed at him to go to you.

He couldn’t be a hypocrite, he has repeated to the others so many times, you weren’t theirs. How many times did he preach not to cross the line? How many times did he break his own rules?

“Y/n, as your employer, as your friend,” he says as calmly as he can, “tell me what’s wrong.”

If there was ever a wrong button to press, Namjoon could find it. You let out an unbearable whine, drowning out your loud cries in both your hands.

He takes a deep pained breath, his eyes closing as he fights so hard with himself, the wrinkles between his brows deep as caverns. He couldn’t, not after everything he said to the others, he couldn’t…

Fuck it.

His long strides close the distance quickly, his arms turning you to face him as he buries you into the safety of his chest. His arm traps you in his hold when you try to push him away, one hand in your hair trying to soothe you.

“Shhh babygirl it's fine,” his chin sits on the top of your head, his palm alternating between patting your head affectionately and stroking the strands. He’s never seen you like this, or heard just an anguished cry in his life. “I’m so sorry…”

He felt compelled to say it, hating himself for everything.

He lets you bawl your eyes out against him, holding you firmly through every violent tremble that shakes your body. His tail wraps behind you like a second arm would in a hug, his ears twitching to every sound you make. You clutch onto his shirt like a lifeline, unable to tell him he and the others were the reason for your tears.

It came out of nowhere, but repressed emotions have a way of finding an out. You barely made it to the empty meeting room before the tears started dropping, and you couldn’t stop. Everything that was happening between you and them overwhelmed you, you couldn’t take it anymore. You wanted to bang your fist against his chest and demand they understood what they were doing to you. You wanted to confess everything, let the dice fall wherever they had to, but you could barely breathe, how could you find your voice?

This needed to end before it destroyed you.

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Ethereal 9

CHAPTER 9

“She’s mad but she’s magic.

There’s no lie in her fire.”

~ Charles Bukowski

Summary: After leaving your home in need of a fresh start, you open a bookstore with the hopes that the words you read could bring you solace. You never realized that the books you loved would bring you home instead.

Pairing: BTS x Reader

Genre: Mafia/Dragon AU

Status: Ongoing

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings: depictions of violence, smut, death, sexual assault, insecurities, anxiety, polyamory, trauma, mentions of blood

Chapter Warnings: violence, reference to death, Jungkook being feral, Namjoon and Taehyung getting revenge, mentions of sex, insecurities, reference to killing, Jin being a feral possessive dragon, possessive thoughts and actions,

*Please remember that this is a mafia fan fiction. There will be violence, blood, and other dark themes. If you cannot handle the dark themes, please do not read*

Masterlist // Chapter 8 // Chapter 10

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It had been a couple of minutes since they had arrived at the specified warehouse, Hobi’s software being utilized to ensure your presence. Namjoon and Jungkook were quiet as the watched two of their men pick the lock of the back door Hoseok had told them to enter through.

“Okay, I want you three to enter first, we need to see if there are any men lingering. You guys have been trained for stealth with Jungkook, we believe in you.” Namjoon spoke, his voice teetering as he pointed to three of Jungkook’s chosen men.

“We need to move quickly. I don’t want any more time wasted. We need to get Y/N back before that fucker makes another move on her.” The twenty or so men surrounding the two dragons nodded their confirmations. They knew how important their mission was.

Upon the door opening, Jungkook could tell something was wrong; it was way to quiet to be holding a mafia operation let alone a hostage. There should be men everywhere, roaming the hallways, especially if you meant as much to the leader as he said. Before he could say anything to his men, they began walking through the door and into the long hallway.

“Something smells off, boss.” Namjoon looked up from his gaze at Jungkook to see one of his men speak, leaning down to wipe his finger on the ground. Picking something up, he smelled his finger before his eyes widened.

“It’s a trap! Run!” But before the men could even move, a loud blast sounded from inside, fire taking over the entire building, blowing the two dragons and their men over fifty feet away, into another building.

Namjoon couldn’t help but let out a loud growl, his ears ringing from the blast as he looked at where the warehouse previously sat, flames rising from the foundation. He could hear Hoseok in his headpiece, yelling out commands and questions.

His clan was beyond angry at the turn of events. Hoseok’s information was usually correct, so how could this one man manage to outsmart their brain?

Getting up off the floor, Namjoon turned around to assess his team, making sure no one else was injured from the blast. He couldn’t believe this happened. It was the first time they had fallen for a trap, and it would be the last.

“Hoseok, how did this happen?” He asked aloud, listening to his mates yelling in the background of the other end.

“He must have called from the warehouse, and then moved. It won’t happen again.” Jungkook groaned as he listened in. He was in shambles as he realized his mate wasn’t being held here.

No one could believe what was happening. How had Bangtan been fooled?

Jimin had his focus on the screen, your shivering body pushed far against the corner of the bed as you tried to cover yourself. His fists were clenched in anger as he listened to his surroundings. He could not figure out how they had the address wrong but were able to access the cameras to where you were being held. It didn’t make sense.

“Hoseok, where is this feed coming from? Is there a way to bypass the servers of the cameras and redirect the feed from its original source?” Jimin called out, not exactly knowing where his mate was but not wanting to remove his sight from you.

“Good thinking Jimin! Let me check.” Hoseok called back, immediately moving back to his personal workstation and creating a code to help trace the original feed.

After a couple of minutes, he was able to figure out the original source, but he knew it would take him some time to sort through all off the firewall to gain the location the feed is coming from. Relaying the information to Namjoon and the others, he set out to work. He was almost about to break through the not-so-impressive firewall when he received a call.

“Hoseok, it’s Kai. Suho wanted me to call and tell you we have some suspicious activity on our border and he thinks he caught scent of your new mate. He told me to call and ask if you wanted us to see what was going on. He said he couldn’t smell any of you near her.” Hoseok almost cried at the words his friend was saying.

“I know Namjoon didn’t want to say anything, but he would kill me if we let her get away. Y/N was kidnapped from work this morning. We thought we had a lead but it led to a trap and a couple members of our team dead. If you guys have a solid trail and are able and willing to enter the building she is in, I have the feed going right now and can talk you through the halls until we can get there.” Hoseok hoped their friend clan was willing to help, as they had been friends for years. He knew that if the situation was reversed, Bangtan would run through fire for them.

“Suho said of course and to tell Yoongi to slap you upside the head for him.” With those words, Hoseok could feel the whoosh of air before his mate’s hand made impact with his skull. Hoseok could hear the laughter through the phone as Kai and whoever was listening broke out into laughter.

“Thank you, guys. I don’t know how we could ever repay you.”

“Eh, it’s no problem sunshine. All Suho requests is one of Jin’s strawberry cakes.”

-*-*-

Your body was freezing as you remained on the bed, your arms and legs inside the large shirt of your mate as you tried to stay warm. You don’t know how long it had been since you had even heard anything from outside your door, but your guess would only be mere hours.

You were was starting to feel less broken; your nausea had subsided but the shakes remained the longer you were in the room. The strings tugging on your heart hurt, the pain in your chest becoming numb as you tried to preserve the strength you had. The feeling of his hands was burnt into your skin, no matter how hard you clenched your legs together you could still feel him.

To try and pass the time, you started to sing the songs you would often watch your grandparents dance to. You remembered their bodies swaying to the Temptations. Your grandfather holding your grandmother by her waist, his hand in hers as he led her across the kitchen floor after the shop had closed for the night.

You wished to experience that one day, the feeling of slow dancing in the kitchen after your children had gone to sleep. Holding the hand of your lover as he twirled you to the beat. A tear fell down your cheek as you now imagined your previous dreams with the new men in your life, wondering which one would come out on top as you knew they would battle to be the one to dance with you if your heart so desired.

You had a feeling that the boys were on their way, and that Hobi had already gained access to the camera feed within the room. You had wanted to look up, wanted to say something, but you were almost too ashamed to do anything.

You didn’t know if he had seen what the man had done to you, but you still couldn’t help but feel as if this whole thing was your fault. You wondered what they would think of you, if they would reject you because another man touched you.

Another tear managed to fall, landing in the now growing wet spot on your shirt. Your body was rocking back and forth, a coping mechanism you hadn’t used since you were a kid, listening to your parents yelling at each other from your room.

“Lean on me…when you’re not strong…” Your soft singing was cut off, a man you hadn’t seen before had slammed the door open, almost ripping it from the hinges as he stalked forward.

“Seems like your friends have arrived, Princess.” The man lunged forward, grabbing you by your hair and dragging you out of the room. His grip was tight as you tried to remove his hand from your hair, his feet moving so fast that you were being dragged on the floor. Your legs kicking back and forth as you tried to grip onto anything you could.

Your cries of pain didn’t deter him, only seemed to make him angrier as he threw you to the ground, his arms now wrapped around your middle as he brings a hand to your neck, chocking you and effectively silencing you as he continued down the hallway.

Taking a second to try and breathe, you could hear gunshots in the distance, some loud growls could be heard followed by different bangs you couldn’t identify. You knew something was going on upstairs, could hear the thundering of footsteps as you got closer to the stairs that lead to the upper floors from the basement you were in.

Your heart could be felt within your neck, the tight hold he had was solid as you tried to loosen his grip. You knew you were going to have bruises. Upon kicking the door open with his feet, he didn’t seem bothered by the bodies he had to step over before reaching another door. This time, you knew the bangs were coming from the other side, could see the remnants of cracks on the glass window in the door.

You were right, as you saw three men fighting off a whole group of men, guns in hand as they tried to shoot. You could vaguely recognize one of the men, the sweep of his hair throwing you off a bit. You didn’t have the time to look any closer as the man holding you almost tripped, gripping your neck tighter causing you to let out a loud whimper, loud enough for the men to hear.

“There she is!” Suho called out to his mates, Kai and Chanyeol, pointing to the door on the other side of the hallway. The large man holding you had a tight grip on your neck, evident by the redness in your face as you struggled to breathe.

Kai quickly turned down the hallway, pushing aside everyone coming his way as he moved, followed by his mates. He couldn’t believe their luck, you being brought to where they were. Pushing open the door you had just gone through, he could see the figure of the man at the end, pushing open another set of doors.

“It looks like they are going to an underground parking garage connected to the left side of the building. Take a left here and go through the second door on the right. There should be a set of windows there you can jump through that will lead to the floor of the parking garage. You should be able to cut them off.” Kai can hear Hoseok’s voice through his com, his tone eager and on edge as he watches everything through the feeds.

“Are your mates almost here?”

“Jungkook should be arriving any second, I’ve already instructed him to meet you in the garage while I start locking down the any exits.” Kai lets out a sigh of relief, already guessing from what he was briefed on, that the longer you were out of their presence, the sicker you were going to get.

He could smell the bond sickness from where he was, the scent almost permeating throughout the building. As soon as your mates entered the building, he knew they would be able to tell, would be able to feel the bond respond to their presence again. A loud roar could be heard as he made the jump from the large windows overseeing the garage. Jungkook was here.

Rushing down the stairs, the man’s grip on your waist became tighter as a roar of anger could be heard throughout the building.

“Dammit. They were supposed to be here yet!” The man holding you spit, sounding a little scared as he pushed the door the garage open, a car waiting in front of the stairs. However, before he could throw you in the car, it was thrown to the side, your mate and another person standing in the previous spot.

You could see the pitch black eyes of Jungkook’s dragon as he watched the man holding you, his head tilted as he looked. You could physically feel the man holding you gulp, fear evident as his grip on you loosens.

“What the hell?” The man whispers, clearly seeing Jungkook’s eyes.

“I think you have something of mine. I would like her back.” Jungkook’s voice was different, a growl biting through each word as his dragon’s voice melds with his own, creating an echo effect.

“Hah! She’s my boss’s now. He got her fair and square. Should have kept better control over her.” Jungkook narrowed his eyes at the stupid man, his teeth presenting as he stalks forward.

-*-*-

Kicking down the door, Namjoon and Taehyung stood straight, watching as the man behind everything sat casually within the confines of his office, watching everything unfold.

“Now, how the hell did you get here so quickly?” The leader of the Raven’s questions the two large men, not even looking at them as he watches the screen, your body resting on the bed.

The leader had no clue he was watching a loop, Hoseok’s computer skills impeccable as he created an ongoing timestamp with a loop of your shivering body on the bed.

“It wasn’t hard.” The man looked up; fear now evident as he realizes the two men weren’t his own. Standing up from his seat, he pushes the chair in front of him, a sort of shield against the two ‘humans’.

“Ahh. Don’t act so scared now. What happened to the man on the phone, hmm? What happened to the man who said he would take our woman as his own?” Namjoon taunts, stalking forward as he watches his prey sweat.

Taehyung quickly moves forward as the man inches towards the window behind him, grabbing onto his hands as he pushes him down onto his chair. Grabbing his tie, he makes quick work of tying the garment to the back of his chair, keeping him in place. Stepping back, he clenches his fist as he waits for Namjoon’s signal.

“You know, we saw what you did to our mate. How you threw her onto the bed. How you took advantage of her being tied up.” Namjoon’s voice held a growl to it, his calm demeanor one of anger.

The poor man couldn’t help the tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He knew that this was his end. Knew that these two men weren’t going to just let him go. He thought his plan had worked, thought the diversion and explosion had worked.

Stepping around the desk, Namjoon turned the man’s chair until it faced him, steam coming from his nose as he tries to hold back his dragon at the sight of the man who took her.

“How bad off do you have to be to steal someone else’s woman?” Namjoon ponders, running his claw down the man’s cheek watching as little droplets of blood make their way down.

“Maybe his dick is just small?” Taehyung suggested, tugging a bit on the tie, making the make splutter as he struggled to breathe.

A laugh left his lips, amusement on both men’s face as the watch the man slowly turn blue. Raising a hand, Namjoon watched the man take in deep breaths as Taehyung released his grip on the tie. Leaning further down, Namjoon stopped as he caught sight of the hands used to touch his baby.

“V” Namjoon spoke, not having to say anything else before Taehyung turned the man around, his hands now gripping the man’s wrists. Within seconds, the man was screaming, his hands lay on the floor as he writhed and squirmed in pain.

Taehyung watched in joy as the man struggled to breathe on his own, tears down his face as his body tried to compensate, his arms moving but nothing came from it. He couldn’t help himself from moaning at the sight, wishing Jimin was here to share his actions.

“Not know baby. We got to deal with the bad man first, hmm. Then we can join Jungkook with our mate and shower her in love.” Namjoon spoke softly to Taehyung, cupping his cheek before placing a soft kiss on his lips. Pulling back, they turn to the man tied to the chair.

“Now, what should we do with you? My youngest mate voted we skin you alive before sending you to the birds. Poetic, isn’t he?” Namjoon smiled, thinking about how happy Jungkook was with his suggestion.

“However, my eldest mate suggested we burn you alive, but not before we pour alcohol on you and remove each of your limbs.” Namjoon pretended to ponder his options, the man, however, already knew which option he was in for.

Another scream left his lips as Taehyung lunged forward, one of his feet ripped from his leg, the muscles still trying to send signals past his ankle. Laughter rung out as this continued, every couple minutes, just when he was getting used to the pain, another part of his body was removed until only his torso remained.

Taehyung only stopped when he heard Jungkook let out a roar, letting the others know he had found her. Wiping his hands on the man’s shirt, he stepped back, resting his body on Namjoon’s. Namjoon curled his hands on his younger mate’s waist, holding him close as he watched the younger bring out one of his lighters.

The two watched in bliss as the man screamed, the fire engulfing him until nothing was left but the metal of the chair. Namjoon had thought the man deserved more, but they were unfortunately on a time crunch. Holding onto his mate’s hand, Namjoon tugged Taehyung out of the room, knowing they would need to help Jungkook.

-*-*-

You were a little frightened, Jungkook’s demeanor something you hadn’t witnessed yet. The way he looked at the man holding onto you, was like something out of a horror movie. Hie eyes were pitch black, teeth elongated as smoke blew out with each breath he took. His claws were prominent against his skin, points sharp.

“You see, while you sit here and claim my mate belongs to someone else, my older mates are already coming down the stairs after dealing with your boss.” Jungkook mocks the man, his face now only inches away from your own.

Taking advantage of the loose grip around your waist, Jungkook lunges, hands gripping your arms and pulling you into his chest.

It was like all the tension left your body, every muscle relaxing into the hold of your youngest mate. A small moan left your lips as Jungkook cradled you to his chest, his chest heaving at finally having you in his arms safe again.

The man, feeling cornered and not having you as a shield anymore, tried to run back up the stairs only to run face first into Namjoon’s chest.

“Now…where do you think you are going?” Namjoon taunted, making sure you were secured in Jungkook’s arms before he did anything.

They all watched as the man stumbled backwards, basically falling to the floor at Jungkook’s feet. By this point, Kai had left, meeting up with the rest of his mates and leaving the rest to Bangtan, knowing this was more of a personal thing.

The large man was breathing heavy, trying to keep his strong façade as he stumbles to his feet. He was even getting angry at the amusement on the features of the man his boss had warned him about. Spitting on the man’s shoes, he looks back up.

“I don’t know why you’re so smug. This is only the beginning. More men will be here any second. Then it will be hundreds against three.” He smirked at the three men, watching as the one man’s arms tightened their hold on your waist, pushing your head further into their neck. Loud laughter stopped the man’s gaze short, his focus turning to look at the man in front.

“You mean the men we disposed of only minutes ago?” A voice behind him spoke up, three more men walking up behind the first man he saw, now holding you. The man was not expecting for the others to show up, was not expecting for his bosses plan to fail.

Jin, Yoongi, and Jimin walked up from behind Jungkook, their gazes locked on the man. A large grin on Jimin’s face as he sees the fear on the man’s face. Yoongi’s voice was almost nonchalant as he spoke, his words hitting the man in the face as he realizes he no longer has any backup, that he is alone.

Instead of following his mates, Jin makes his way to you, taking you from Jungkook and moving your body every which way, assessing your injuries, looking past the obvious bruises on your neck. He was beyond angry, seeing the tears in your eyes and the way you held your breath when he touched your skin, trying to be strong for him.

“Hey pretty girl.” Jin spoke, smiling down at you as he cupped your cheeks. Placing a soft kiss on your lips, he gave you back to Jungkook, nodding at him. He watched as Jungkook picked you up and carried you to the car they had waiting out front.

Making sure you were safe and, in the car, Jin turned around, smile completely erased from his features as he now looks at the men in front of him. Walking forward, his hand rested in his pocket giving off an air of arrogance as he moved to the man in the middle of his mates.

“For every minute you held onto my mate’s neck, you will receive a lash to the back. You will count every single one. You will not scream or we will have to start the count over. You didn’t give my mate a chance, so why should we?” Jin spoke, whispering the last sentence in the man’s ear, ignoring his pleas for mercy.

Jimin began removing his belt from his pants, purposefully wearing his studded belt. He was so giddy about this that he couldn’t help but jump in place. He had waited to be able to use his new belt, and now his mate was giving him a chance. Feeling a hand on the back of his neck, he turned, seeing Jin behind him.

“Now baby, don’t forget, every time he lets out a cry and you start over, okay?” Jimin nods obediently, receiving a kiss for is actions. Everyone takes a step back from the now cowering man, watching in disgust as he starts to wail, but with interest as their mate gives his first blow.

“Oops. Looks like we have to start over at 1.” Jin says with a pout, mocking the man as his tears pool on the floor below him. This goes on for a while before the man faints, either from lack of blood in his head or from pain. Jin doesn’t know and he doesn’t care.

Looking around, he sees his mates bored at this point, antsy to get back to you and Jungkook who have probably already arrived at home by now. Yoongi especially was bored, hating the amount of tears a so-called mafia member was producing at the pain he was enduring.

“Are we done yet? He is passed out and this has officially made the day boring.” His voice had a hint of a whine to it, letting the boys know the real reason he wanted to end this.

“Taehyung, Jimin, finish him. We are heading back to the car, don’t take too long.” Namjoon orders the two boys, grins growing on their face as they get to make sure he stays down. Clapping his hands, Jimin lunges for Taehyung, bringing him in for a long kiss, tongues meshing as their excitement gets to them.

Rolling his eyes, Namjoon begins for the exit, not bothering to stay and make sure they finish the job, Jin and Yoongi following him. Yoongi could see Jin becoming antsy, clenching, and unclenching his jaw as they moved to the car, settling in against the cold leather.

Jin seemed to be the most affected by your absence, his instincts from finding out about the stalkers had not been settled at all and had gotten worse after you had been taken. His instincts begged him to cover you with his body and soul, keep you trapped against him in the hoard room, where the most security laid waiting.

Jin was the eldest, the true leader within the den. His inner dragon had been fighting against him for a while now, demanding to know why you weren’t tied to the bed, servants waiting at your every need while he kept you sated with his touch.

His dragon couldn’t understand why they were treating you like this.

Like a human.

Couldn’t understand why you were even let out of the nest at all when any female dragon would be kept in the nest filled to the brim with cum, a mate in the nest for protection and pleasure. Just the thought of you filled with his cum, with his knot, had him clenching his jaw, adjusting his pants as he got out of the car.

His dragon had been punishing him with these thoughts ever since you had left for work that day. In the dragon tradition, letting your mate leave the home before a thorough breeding was sacrilege, was an action that let everyone know that the female was open for the take.

If you had just tied her up like I suggested, she wouldn’t have been taken in the first place, his dragon whispered, words like honey as they fed into his own desires. He loved the idea of knotting you, repeatedly, as you laid tied up, open to any and every one of his ministrations. He knew how much you loved the feeling of being full, whether that be with their cum or their cocks.

Jin, however, pushed those thoughts away for a later time. Opening the door to the smell of blood had his instincts rushing, his feet moving him to the source only to see you sitting on the bathroom counter, Jungkook resting between your legs as he brushes a soft cloth over your cheek. A couple of open scratches were littered against your skin, tiny droplets pooling from under the broken skin.

The sight made his chest rumble, the sound of his dragon’s harsh displeasure announcing his presence, both his baby mates turning around to look at him in the doorway. He couldn’t look away from the bruises that littered your skin, the marks a deep purple, almost black, in the light above them. Walking forward, he almost pushes Jungkook out of the way, taking his own cloth and some medicine before continuing to clean your wounds.

“I’m sorry.” The words startle Jin and Jungkook, your words shaky as you begin to tremble, your lips caught between your teeth as you try to hold in your cries. Placing the cloth down, Jin reaches for you, a certain softness in his touch you recognize quickly, a touch full of love.

“What are you sorry for my love?” Jin’s eyes observe your skin, watching for any change in your expression, watching for any sign to whisk you away to the nest where he can properly hold you.

You didn’t reply though, just repeating your apology as you lunge into his arms, tears falling from your lashes despite your efforts to keep them in. You sobbed into his neck, your cries deafening to the dragons despite the softness of them; it was like their entire world became dark, their hearts shattered at the sight of you crying in Jin’s arms. Jungkook watched as you clung tight to Jin, arms wrapped around his neck as you tried to push yourself deeper into him.

“Oh, my sweet love. There is no need for apologies. We are all just happy you are okay and safe.” Jin croons, brushing his fingers through your hair and down your back in a soothing manner, repeating his actions until your sobs quiet down.

“I think our other babies have remade the nest for you, scented all of your blankets again. Do you want to go see them and test out the nest with me? We have to make sure it is good for everyone.” Jin cooed in your ear, placing kisses on your cheek and jaw with every word.

You loved the feeling of his arms, the comfort and safety that only Jin’s arms could bring you; even when you are distraught with anguish and pain, he was your source of light, your source of peace.

Nodding your head, you tucked yourself deeper in Jin’s embrace, telling yourself that no one could hurt you if they couldn’t see you to do so. Jin just let you tug himself closer, your ankles hooked above the curve of his ass keeping him anchored to you as he walked through the halls and to the den.

Upon pushing the door open, his eyes soften at the sight of his mates trying to build a big nest on the bed for everyone. Namjoon working on scenting the blankets as he was probably forbidden from helping in fear of messing it up. It wouldn’t be the first time had had accidently ripped one of Jungkook’s courting gifts.

Hearing the door close, you peak your head out from Jin’s shoulders, your gaze locking on the bed covered in bundles and rolls of blankets and pillows. From your understanding, a nest was only built in the den of a dragon’s hoard at the ending of female courting; it was a way to show that the courting female had a safe place to go, even from her own mates. It was the symbolic end of courting, and your mates had done it for you even when you weren’t a dragon yourself.

You teared up at the sight of Jimin, kneading and pressing into the fabric, trying to give some last-minute efforts to make the nest presentable for you. You couldn’t believe they would go to so much effort for you. You didn’t think you deserved it after what had happened. Noticing your tears, Taehyung began to grow frantic, wondering if they had done something wrong.

“Is there not enough blankets? We can go get more, baby.” But before Taehyung could leave the nest, Yoongi grabbed him and flung him into the back of the nest, nipping at his neck to calm him down.

Shaking his head, Jin smiled warmly as he moved forward, crawling into the nest and placing you in the middle, surrounded instantly by the anxious dragons, their souls needing to surround you, make you and them feel whole again.

Not wanting to wait for you to get settled, Jin rested his entire weight on your body, caging you in under his skin as both of you sunk into the foundation of blankets. A loud sigh left your lips at the feeling of his weight on top of you, your body now beginning to relax fully as the scents of your mates began to sink into your skin.

You could feel his arms bring themselves around your back, cradling you to him as he nestled his legs in between your own, anchoring himself to your core. You felt the others find their own space around you, the feeling of hands and even legs entangling with your own as you relaxed into their touch.

Turning your head to the side, you watch as Hobi reaches a hand out and moves your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear as he smiles down at you. You nuzzle into his hand, watching his smile grow as you press a small kiss to the palm of his hand. Taking your cue, he moves forward and nuzzles his nose against yours, the smallest of kisses placed on your lips before he rests his head against yours.

You could vaguely feel warmth on your neck, the feeling of one of them licking at your wounds, your bruises healing at the touch of their saliva on you. Your reminiscent of your time after mating, when Yoongi had cleaned and healed your mating mark. Closing your eyes at the feeling, you turned your head even more, allowing your mate more room to continue their ministrations.

Jin kissed your neck in thanks before licking more of your skin. His touch doing more than healing your skin, it was quite literally healing the small tears in the strings of their bond caused by the absence within the most important times after mating.

He was healing your soul.

Soon enough, exhaustion had caught up to you and you were fighting your sleep with all of your limited strength. You squirmed a little bit under Jin, almost kicking Jimin who has one leg wrapped around your own.

“Aww, is our baby getting antsy?” Hobi asks, poking your nose with the tip of his finger.

“No,” Yoongi begins, “I think our little one is fighting her sleep.” Your turn your head to face him, his body resting on the other side of you, which also gives Jin the chance to start licking the other side of your neck.

“It’s okay baby. We will be right here when you wake up.” He croons, voice the definition of silk as he places a kiss on your forehead. You lay your head back on the pillow, his words easing you into your unconscious.

“You promise?” You whisper sleepily, voice bordering on a mumble as your eyes become even heavier.

“We promise.” The boys all smile softly at your sleeping figure, your body in their nest the figure of all of their dreams come true.

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fool's errand (but you found me) | taekook

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The premise goes like this: everyone has a soulmate. If someone is your destined, you will know the first time you say their full name out loud, and their name sears itself onto your left wrist. When being introduced to someone, the new standard greeting now includes saying each other’s full name out loud. The problem? JK and V are undercover agents, and their full, real names are buried under layers of lies.

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cynosure (n.): a person that is the centre of attention or admiration. Taehyung is being courted by six beautiful alphas, but werewolves mate for life, and well, the omega doesn't believe love lasts forever. (or, six times Taehyung doubts, and one time he doesn't.)

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Chaebol heirs Jeon Jeongguk and Kim Taehyung have been “friendly acquaintances” since their earliest memories of childhood. That is, if that includes feeding each other, sharing the burden of their fathers’ empires, and dodging the insistence of everyone around them that they’re in love.

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The final of the 428th Quidditch World Cup is underway between Germany and South Korea. Taehyung gets a seat with the best view, but doesn't expect to find himself with a lap full of star Seeker Jeon Jeongguk.

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Rose & Thorns: 08

— summary: a lone rose, a little broken, until Jungkook came along and the two of you saved each other. and in doing so, Jungkook showed you a world where he shared with his six other mates.

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: slight angst / fluff / poly!au / fantasy!au / dragon!au

— word count: 8.9k

— warnings: yoongi becomes feral for a moment, hurt and comfort

╰ part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 10

"Yoongi, w-we have to go."

He saw you, he found you, he met your eyes.

But you wanted nothing to do with him so you ran away towards the only safe haven that was with you at the moment and when Yoongi woke up to find you running towards him at a fast speed, tears waiting to fall from your eyes, he grew angry.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Sleepiness thrown to the side, he inspected you. The basket you had held onto was gone and now the only thing you were holding onto was the cape wrapped behind your back, clutching it as if your life depended on it. You didn't look physically hurt anywhere but you were shaking with fear.

And someone was going to pay for making you that way.

"It's Jinyoung," you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut and allowing the tears to fall but you quickly wiped them away. "I saw him," you said, "he saw me."

Jinyoung.

He couldn't ever forget that name, not when that was the same human that had hurt his precious maknae when they had been out on a night patrol, the same human that captured him and took him away, locking him up in their dungeon.

Jinyoung.

That cursed name.

Jungkook told them about him, at least the short version of it. He liked you.

Liked you.

No one deserved you.

There was something strange about the way Yoongi's silver eyes turning dark and dangerous and it almost scared you a bit.

"Y/N!"

But that fear was nothing compared to how you felt when you heard Jinyoung calling your name and that was what made you jump, quick to hide behind Yoongi's big self who instinctively went on to sheild you.

He growled at Jinyoung the second he came in sight and the man jumped back a bit at the sight, only to smirk in wonder a split second later.

"Well," he began just as the rest of his soldiers walked up from behind, "I see you've found yourself another dragon, Y/N."

Oh no, you gasped and emerged from Yoongi's shadow to glare at Jinyoung. "Don't come any closer, Jinyoung, he isn't someone you can just take."

Yet despite you saying that, Jinyoung only smiled at the sight of you. "Well hello, Y/N, it's been a while, hasn't it?"

When he took a step forward, Yoongi stepped up again to try and conceal you with a deadly gaze that warned him to not get any closer to you if he even dared to. A once peaceful beginning you were living in and yet you were being tested again. Perhaps fate was and would never be on your side so maybe you should not have been surprised.

One moment you were happy, the next you were forced into the submission of fear all over again.

"Y/N," Yoongi turned back to you and the once dark eyes returned to a soft gaze just for you. "Step back," he told you, voice quiet yet tense, his anger barely restrained at Jinyoung's presence and when your eyes gazed into his with worry and fright, he let out a small sigh. "It'll be alright," he vowed softly as he gently nuzzled against your face as if trying to comfort you in easing the pain away.

"No, Y/N," Jinyoung quickly interjected, disgusted at the sight of the dragon being so close to you. "Y/N, come back to me."

Yoongi's head snapped back to the man who dared to say such a thing. The other soldiers had their swords and spears out, ready to strike anytime if Yoongi made one wrong move, yet it didn't faze the mighty dragon one bit.

But Jinyoung ignored the glare directed to him and instead held his hand out for you. "Come back home to the village, don't you miss it?"

You shook your head. "You'll hurt me," you said, "you'll punish me."

"No we won't." You knew he was lying. Everyone knew he was lying. "Everyone misses you."

Yoongi scoffed while you shook your head again, knowing he could never be telling the truth. He wasn't ever that soft to you and had never once cared for you like a man should have. He only wanted to use you, they all did, him and the soldiers, the chiefs and the villagers.

"Why would they miss me, Jinyoung?" You challenged.

"Why?" He laughed aloud as if he couldn't believe he had to explain such a thing. "You tamed a dragon, Y/N, and now you've tamed another. Who knows how many other dragons you've tamed and that's all coming from a little girl who was once a worthless nobody."

A worthless nobody.

When you were about to fall back down into those dark thoughts, it was Yoongi who growled so hard it sounded like a low roar in the back of his throat. His eyes were like the dark side of the moon as he looked Jinyoung dead in the eyes and like a feral animal, Yoongi was ready to pounce.

The soldiers shouted in battle cries but it was nothing compared to the dark and dangerous warrior side to Yoongi whose single swing of his tail was more than enough to have them all flying back and hitting the trees and ground with hard thuds.

But for Jinyoung, he saved his sharpened claws for him. Jinyoung was on edge, prepared to defend and fight back but even as captain of the soldiers, he was nothing compared to a dragon. Sure he had beat one before but that was only because Jungkook wasn't on full guard. So when Jinyoung ran towards Yoongi with a challenge, Yoongi simply scoffed, letting out an angry roar before he swiped his claws straight upon Jinyoung's face and the man's scream echoed loud through the forest.

"Let's go," was all Yoongi had to say as he turned back to you to have you instantly climb onto his back.

His wings flapped a few time, sending Jinyoung one last glare of warning before flying into the sky, towards the clouds that kept him away from the views of the soldiers so that they wouldn't know which direction he was heading towards in the case that any of them wanted to follow the two of you home.

When you returned, the sky had already dimmed, telling you that the patrols were already back and you were sure they were all probably wondering where the two of you had gone especially when you had no basket of herbs with you in hand.

The looks of concern that filled the clan made you feel anxious but at the same time, it felt a little relieving to know they were beginning to care and worry.

You held your cape close to you while hugging yourself as the both of you ignored the questioning stares and Yoongi flew past them all, landing himself on the grounds of the castle where you slid off of him and he returned to his human form.

"What happened?" Namjoon asked as Jungkook ran up to you, his hands on your shoulders, concern displayed in his eyes while you refused to meet his gaze and instead hung your head low.

"Y/N?" He softly called upon your name, head angling down to try and take a look at you. Luckily you weren't actually visibly hurt anywhere so that was something he didn't need to worry about. "What's wrong, little one?" Still, it didn't make him any less concerned.

You let out a small sniffle and their hearts almost shattered at just the sound alone. Jungkook almost froze in spot but when you laid your head against his chest, he took that cue to hold you against him, feeling so protective in that moment, and gave Yoongi the questioning gaze.

The older dragon hesitated for a moment, watching you carefully before letting out a small sigh. "We met Jinyoung and a few other soldiers," he informed them and that alone was enough to anger the rest of them, especially Jungkook.

"Y/N-"

But you cut him off as you stepped back from the youngest prince, wiping away your tears as you shook your head. "I want to be alone," you told him.

"Y/N.." He watched you with a conflicted gaze. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"I don't care, I-"

"Hey." Taehyung walked up and grabbed ahold of your hand, eyes trying to search into yours yet you refused to give in.

You couldn't understand your feelings. You felt angry but sad. What Jinyoung said was wrong and you were tired of it all. Tired of being used by those villagers, tired of them not ever seeing your worth even when you've already left them, and tired of the fact that they had the audacity to try and take you back only for the reason of them using you against the dragons.

You didn't want to deal with it anymore. You just wanted to be left alone and have the world stop putting you under so much when you gave it your everything. One moment everything was so close to perfect but now there you were made a fool once again.

You wanted to be loved, to be cherished, to know how it felt to be taken care of by someone who loved you but how were the chances ever going to happen when all your life you've had to prove your worth to everyone?

You were tired.

"I'm tired, Taehyung," you stressed the words, voice shaking as the tears formed against your waterline, quick to fall before you could even try to blink it away. "I'm so tired."

"Hey, don't say that," Taehyung consoled in a gentle voice, "Jinyoung's gone, he isn't here anymore. Everything will be alright."

"You say that yet when has anything ever been alright?" You asked him and it crushed them all to see you that way. You were losing hope in the world. "What if Jinyoung comes back? What if the next time I see him, he sends me back to the village and I have to pay the price for saving Jungkook? They won't it let me go that easily."

"And we won't give you up that easily."

You turned at the sound of Seokjin's voice. "Why not?" You queried.

"You're one of us now, Y/N," he told you, "you belong to the clan."

Maybe a part of you felt good to hear that, the fact that you were accepted into the clan, yet another part of you wanted something more. You didn't know what, you just wanted...more.

"What if I was still thinking of leaving?"

You hadn't ever been so blunt, voice so flat they couldn't tell what you were thinking. The question itself made Jungkook feel something drop in his stomach and the silence that followed made you feel as if you were expecting too much, that the hope you had held onto from the moment you woke up after returning with Namjoon was a hope you should have never had.

You were feelings things.

Feeling things for them. Seven dragon princes well respected in their clan, the ones that had once regarded you as an enemy due to you being a human. What was wrong with you? They already had each other and yet here you were, feeling things that should not have been allowed.

"Even if you are still thinking of leaving," Hoseok began, his voice soft and low as if he was keeping his true emotions hidden, "we still wouldn't let that Jinyoung try and take you away."

"You saved my life." Jungkook took ahold of both your hands with a light squeeze and a tight smile that looked too fake for him to conceal his disappointment because his eyes were filled with tears waiting to fall. "I'm not going to let anyone try and destroy the one pure gift that should have been given the whole world from the moment she was born."

"I don't care about it anymore," you said, two drops of tears falling, "I don't care about having the world, I just...I just want it all to stop."

You sounded pathetic to your own self but to them, they wanted nothing more than to make it all better for you. You may have looked pretty in tears but it was breaking their hearts.

"We'll make it stop," Jungkook vowed.

"Jinyoung, he-"

"He won't be back, we'll make sure of it," Namjoon stated.

"What makes you so sure?"

"I've hurt him once but that was just a warning," Yoongi stepped up from where he stood and you turned around, meeting his protective gaze. "The next time he ever dares to show his pathetic face in front of you, you wouldn't want to know what I'll do."

Your lips pressed together as you sniffled. "Thank you," you told him but he shook his head.

"Between you and us, there are no sorrys and thank yous."

"We'll make it better, Y/N." Jimin grabbed your attention to stand in front of you, holding your face in his large hands as he gently wiped the tears on your face. "We'll make it better," he whispered again.

Your brows furrowed slightly. "How?"

He looked up at his mates, sending them a lopsided smile before returning to you. "Trust me, Y/N," he said, "when it comes to being taken care of, as long as you are in a room with people who cares about you and who wants to make it alright again, you will feel better in no time." When you look at him with a confused gaze, Jimin's heart almost fell because you really had no idea what it meant to be on the receiving end. "Come here." He grabbed your hand and dragged you away with the others following just behind.

Jimin sat you down on one of the large sofas where he grabbed a soft blanket to wrap yourself in. The others settled around with soft smiles of their own.

Jimin sat beside you. "First," he said and went on to brush away the remaining traces of tears on your face. "Next." It puzzled you a little at how the first step had been just that and when Jimin opened his arms for you, you blinked and instinctively found yourself silently asking permission towards the others.

But the other princes were all too familiar with Jimin's steps to comforting and making someone feel better. The second step, however, had only been reserved for them or the little dragons. And now you, someone who became special to them without your knowledge just yet.

They beckoned their heads, nodding, smiling, encouraging you to go on.

You hesitated for a moment, gulping quietly, then moved in and had Jimin hold you.

"Y/N."

"Hm?"

"It's okay," he told you, "make yourself comfortable."

It felt strange but the second you laid your head to rest against Jimin's chest, your emotions began to breakthrough as if that was what you needed the most.

To be held, to be told that it was okay, that you wouldn't make him or someone else feel strange or have them back away. You sought for his warmth more than the blanket. His soft scent, strong arms that held you close to him, the comforting rubs that circled your back.

It was enough to make you feel some type of way.

"Jimin?" You called his name and he hummed in reply. "I think I might cry," you confessed, warning him beforehand so that he could take that opportunity to let you go.

Yet Jimin didn't let you go. He only held you tighter.

"Go on," he said. "Cry."

And you did.

Because no one had ever told you that. Back in that village, whenever the people teased you or bullied you and whenever you wanted to cry, they'd laugh some more or just simply tell you that you shouldn't be crying, that crying made you weak and that nobody wanted to deal with your tears.

You've always wanted to fall into someone's arms and have them be the shoulder to cry on yet there was no one. You were always left to yourself and a thin blanket that barely kept you warm through the nights. Your blanket was the only one that held you when you needed someone.

You had no idea how many times you have cried but it was more than you could count. As you grew up, however, the tears eventually became braver and faded away. Sometimes it'd be too much to bear, however, and you'd return to your blanket and cry there.

Silently.

Away from them all.

When you first cried in front of Jungkook, back when he was still imprisoned, when he told you that he liked your voice, you had been relieved for a short moment, only to crawl back in fear and wipe the tears away because you were afraid he'd make fun of you if you cried longer.

He never shoved you away though, and what was what you were thankful for the most. Because Jungkook had been the first to accept you for who you were.

And now that his mates have started to grow fond of you, you could only let the tears fall some more.

"You're beautiful, you know," Jimin said in his soft, gentle, voice. "You're smart and sweet, kinder than anyone in this world, the most selfless person I have ever met. You've given up so much of yourself for others even when they hated you and that is what we regret the most in our life."

"You saved my life when we fell down that cliff. You were exhausted and hurting but still carried me with all that you had, staying up nights just to make sure I was alright."

"The little dragons all love you because you are kind and gentle."

"Your smile alone can make someone's day. It's made my day."

"Not only that but you're always so considerate of others."

"You make sure everyone is alright before your own self which can become slightly concerning too."

"You need to take care of your own self too, Y/N. Your health, both physical and emotional, are very important."

"But we'll take care of it," Jimin said. "In the moment when you are weak and have forgotten to take care of yourself, we'll take care of you in your stead."

He was right. As long as you were in a room with people who cared about you and who wanted to make it alright again, you would feel better in no time.

"Y/N unnie! Look!"

You gasped at the sight in front of you, almost dropping the trays of food in your hand if it wasn't for a young dragon to come and help you steady it. You let them take care of it to place it on the table.

"Haeun, is that you?" Your smile was so bright and wide when you saw the little dragoness now turned a pretty little girl.

"Yes!" She giggled as she ran to fall into your arms. "I'm pretty aren't I?" She asked when you picked her up.

"So, so pretty," you nodded with enthusiasm and she turned to the others who still had yet to learn how to shift into a human. With a smirk on her face, she boasted "Y/N unnie called me pretty!"

Choruses of complaints and envy were quick to echo into the nest.

"Not fair, Haeun!"

"I wanna be called pretty!"

"I wanna become a human too!"

They were all too cute for your heart to take and you giggled as you let Haeun back down. Just then, a small dragon had tugged onto the hem of your dress. "What is it, little one?"

"Where's prince Taehyung?" The little dragoness asked.

"He's running an errand for prince Seokjin," you told him, smile slightly falling because the herbs you had tried to collect the day before all went to waste when you and Yoongi came in conflict with Jinyoung and the other soldiers.

So Taehyung took up the job to get the herbs in your stead. A part of you felt bad and you had voiced it out but the princes wouldn't let you feel that way, deeming that you shouldn't be leaving the mountain for at least two more days just in case Jinyoung was still around the area.

You agreed. You had to. For one, you were in fear of seeing Jinyoung again. And two, the guys weren't going to let you even if you refused.

They were cute in that way, their stubborn protective selves who wouldn't let anything else happen to you.

"Aw, I wanted him to see me," Haeun pouted.

"It's okay, he'll be back," you promised.

"Y/N noona, will you be around more often now?" Another dragon asked. "You're helping out both prince Seokjin and prince Taehyung, right?"

"Oh, by the way, did something happen last night?"

"Yeah, I heard the warriors talking about how you didn't look so good and prince Yoongi looked upset."

"What happened?"

You smiled softly at their concerns and picked up the last one that had spoken. "Come here, come up my shoulder," you asked another one.

"But your shoulder.." he trailed off with worry. "Prince Taehyung said to be careful."

"It's alright," you promised, "I'm all healed."

Upon hearing that, he smiled brightly and almost instantly flew up to perch onto your shoulder. Haeun held out her hand and you took it to hold onto her hand. The rest of them followed along at your sides as you walked towards the entrance of the roost, staring out towards the dragon clan before you.

"All you have to know is that everything is better now," you said, "I'm alright."

"So, does that mean we'll be seeing more of you from now on? Has prince Namjoon said it was alright for you to take up two jobs?"

Yet before that, that meant you staying in the clan for good, didn't it?

As you looked out at the sight before you, the wonderful clan that had become a place you never thought you'd call a home, you felt as if things were finally beginning to fall into place. It wasn't all going to be always great, you knew that, but you also knew that if you were to stay, it would be better than to search for another place where you'd have to try and find another place where you could belong in.

So maybe you would indeed stay in the clan.

"I want to stay."

It had taken a few days for you to finally get the opportunity to bring it up but there you were, in the castle and telling them your wish as the sun began to set.

"If you'll let me."

"If we'll let you?" Namjoon laughed. "You were already one of us, Y/N. We were just waiting for you to make your final decision." He smiled when Jungkook tried to hide his bright smile but couldn't possibly do so.

"But I am no dragon," you pointed out.

"You don't need to be a dragon to be one of us," Seokjin said. "We've already accepted you."

"And besides," Namjoon stepped up from where he sat to walk over towards you. His tall height almost made him intimidating but it was nothing compared to when you had first met. Namjoon's eyes were kinder, softer, more gentle. Especially his hold, gentle when he took your hand into his. "Any human that can tame a prince, needless to say seven," you chuckled a little though slightly confused at where he was going, "they are the keeper of the dragon."

"Keeper?" You repeated the word and blinked at how strange it sounded on the tip of your tongue. Your eyes met Jungkook's and the two of you shared knowing smiles. "I am Y/N," you said, "keeper of the dragon."

The two of you burst out laughing, making the hyungs confused.

"What is it?" Hoseok asked.

"It was what I first told Jungkook when I first met."

"Yup," Jungkook snapped his finger, smirking. "The villagers made her keeper of the dragon," he looked at them, "aka me, because she was the only one who volunteered to keep guard of a dragon, the only one brave enough," he walked towards you, eyes never straying away from your sight, "courageous, and kind enough to befriend a mighty dragon."

Upon hearing that, the older dragons smiled knowingly.

"Indeed those are true," Taehyung nodded. "You walked into a clan of dragons and made them all like you."

"It took a while," you pouted slightly.

Jungkook took your chin upon his fingers. "But you did it." His voice was low and soft and you stared at one another for a moment but then you realized how close the two of you were and cleared your throat as you backed away, almost tripping but catching your balance again.

"W-well, um.." You turned back to Namjoon, face flustered and they smirked at the sight but you chose to ignore it for your sake. "So that's it?" You asked. "I'm automatically a member?"

"No," Namjoon shook his head, "we'll hold a ceremony tomorrow."

Your heart stopped. "Wait, what?"

"A ceremony," Yoongi repeated. "You know, the formal and public occasion celebrating an event."

"I know what a ceremony is," you gave him a small glare, "but why?"

"We always hold a ceremony when accepting someone into our clan," Jimin informed. "It's tradition, just like holding a ceremony for when the whelps become apprentices, and those apprentices become warriors and receive their assigned clan roles and any other ceremonies we've held."

"I..." you frowned, lips formed into a cute pout they found so adorable. "I don't want a ceremony."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to be in the center of attention, Hoseok."

"Well then how else will the clan know you've become a member?"

"Um? Announcing it?"

"Exactly," Seokjin laughed. "That's what the ceremony is for."

"But-"

"Don't worry, everyone here loves you."

"That's not what I'm worried about," you whined and they almost melted into puddles because you were so cute.

The ceremonies were always held in the ceremony hall. It was a large cleared space above the ground just like any other nests, but with ancient pillars that represented the previous leaders of the Clan. If Namjoon was ever to be gone, which wasn't soon, another pillar would be made in his honor.

You went to the ceremonies before, the last one being when a whelp was made into an apprentice. The one who was honored always wore something nice and looked presentable and that was what you came to fear the most besides the attention. After all, dressing up meant the attention being on you.

You tried to back out of it but Jimin and Taehyung wouldn't let you so you had to reluctantly allow the apprentices to help you out. They always helped out the ones who would be the reason to the ceremony being held and now there you were, not ever thinking you'd be one of them with a ceremony held for you.

The moment you came riding one of the apprentice's mentor, a warrior of the clan, the commotion died down as they all awaited for your presence.

You fell from the dragon with elegance and the room grew silent as their eyes widened at the sight of you. You thanked the warrior and turned to the two young apprentices who began to guide you through but everything became deaf to the prince's ears, visions blinded except from the sight of you.

You wore a beautiful dress with the top being white and the skirt a pretty light purple. Two flower embroiders fell at your shoulders where the laced cape both met and ended. The cape flowed behind you as you walked, falling to meet the ground, trailing along the same length as your dress. Your hair was down with a pretty flower crown made of authentic jasmines and pink roses. And your face, your face held onto one of the prettiest smiles they had ever seen and just for that alone, Namjoon found himself asking why he still hadn't asked his mates about what they thought of you yet.

You as their mate.

"Thank you," you whispered softly to the two apprentices once you got close to the hall and they bid you goodbye with little giggles, telling you that you looked pretty one last time.

When you walked on again, finally, you stood in front of Namjoon who was still left frozen in place until your nervous smile greeted him.

He chuckled knowingly when you gave him the look and smiled at you to ease your nerves.

You bowed before him and Namjoon began the ceremony. You had a hand clutched against your chest, still nervous of the whole formal occasion. You've seen the ceremonies before and the ones that bowed before Namjoon were always a little bit nervous but you thought of yourself as a little worse than them. After all, you were a human, possibly the first human to ever have a ceremony held for her as she was being accepted into a clan made of dragons.

"I, Kim Namjoon, leader of the Dragon Clan that protects the East Sky and Mountains, call upon my warrior ancestors to look upon us today as we accept a new member into our clan." The words were old and formal, a new one you hadn't heard of yet because no ceremony of a new clan member had been held yet when you were around. Hoseok told you that he and a few others had joined the clan as outsiders as well so it wasn't the first time they've held a ceremony such as yours. He went through the same thing so he understood your nerves to an extent.

Namjoon called upon your first and last name. "Do you promise to uphold the Dragon Code, to protect and defend the Clan, to remain loyal to me and the princes and all of the current members of this clan?"

"I do," you answered.

He stood tall and proud. "From now on, whatever clan you've served before, whatever village, town, chief, commander, leader you had lived under, your old life is no more. I welcome you as a new member. As Y/N, Keeper of the Dragons."

The cheers and welcoming proceeded immediately afterwards and you looked up to meet the eyes of the seven princes.

Keeper of the Dragons.

It was a little different, a little special for your case. After all, you were a human becoming a clan member to the dragons. Possibly the first human to have been able to not tame a dragon, but to befriend one.

Two.

Seven.

And many more.

"Y/N, come here!"

Before you could even process what was happening to you, the excitement in Hoseok's voice had already dragged you away and the next thing you knew, you were running away with him.

"Hoseok-" He quickly picked you up and you squealed as the man jumped off the ceremony hall, holding onto him tightly, only for the two of you to land right onto the back of Namjoon's. You pouted and hit Hoseok on his chest. "Don't scare me like that!"

The man laughed. "You really think I would let you fall?"

"What are we even doing?" You looked back at Namjoon whose eyes were just as beautifully golden as Jungkook, Hoseok, and Taehyung and then you realized, you also hadn't taken a chance to see Jimin's eyes with him as a dragon so you turned around and met a beautiful pair of silver eyes that glowed of the moon.

He smiled at you in response of your pretty smile and you giggled a little.

"We're going back to the castle," Namjoon said and flew on towards their home with the others closely behind.

They led you into the castle, past the living room and in between the two spiraling staircases. You took a left then a right and came upon a beautiful stained glass arched door before you. The colors crystalized in shades of blue and green combined with white, with two large roses on the bottom corners, vines spiraling upwards as smaller roses followed it.

"Whoa," you gasped in awe, "I've never seen this room before."

They shared gentle smiles before Jungkook went on to open the doors.

Your eyes widened even more as you stepped into the room, greeted by an enchanted greenhouse filled with greens and pretty flowers everywhere. A pathway began from the entrance, following in straight until it reached the center of the greenhouse and diverged into two paths leading around the center where a magnificent tree laid, and creating other paths as it circled the greenhouse.

The tree stood tall, its trunks split in two as it spiraled against one another in a twisted way, meeting at the top where the branches made way for the flowering vines to hand from the sky.

A beautiful wisteria in shades of the moonlight. Blue, purple, and pink.

"This greenhouse only allows the princes to walk in," Seokjin said and you turned around with perplexed thoughts.

"But...I'm not a prince," you pointed out. "Nor am I a dragon. How am I allowed in here?"

"Anyone high and important can also be allowed in," Hoseok said.

"But I'm not high or important."

Namjoon chuckled. "I granted you the title as Keeper of the Dragons, Y/N, so that makes you a very important figure."

"Wait," you blinked, "I'm special now?"

"You really thought being Keeper of the Dragons was just a random title?"

"Well...yeah?"

Yoongi laughed as he walked over to your side and gave you two little pats on your head. "Being a keeper is a grand job. You serve the clan you have uphold your promises upon with great loyalty and protection. You're a guardian. No one can hurt you now, not if they ever want to. They wouldn't dare to. Not the dragons, not even the other humans who may try to hurt you."

"How did..." you trailed off, even more bewildered and confused. "I don't understand."

"There has only ever been a keeper once is the past history," Jimin explained. "A keeper can only be a human with a pure heart with no intention of hurting a dragon or turning against the clans. The first keeper happened when our clan first came to be, when our very first leader reigned supreme about a hundred years ago. He was the only human our clan could ever trust."

"And now you're here," Hoseok smiled. "When Namjoon began the ceremony and asked for our ancestors to look upon us, the ancestors looked at you and your virtues, they looked into your heart because you are a human, the second one to ever become a member of a dragon clan in dragon history. And being that you are allowed in here, they've accepted you, Y/N."

"Wow."

It was a lot to take in in one day. You hadn't ever expected you'd become an actual keeper after announcing yourself as a keeper to Jungkook when you had first met. And now that you had become one, you could only think back on the times when things were the roughest.

Meeting Jungkook, telling him your endless stories despite him remaining silent, and making your first friend with a dragon that had been taken in as prisoner of your village. You stole blankets, food, and medicine for him. You stole the keys from the village chief for him. And when you had asked him to leave on his own, he insisted you coming to his clan with him.

You were shot by an arrow and the dragon carried you back to his clan where everyone doubted your loyalty and trust. All but Jungkook.

So because of the misunderstood information and doubtful trust, you were sent to live as a prisoner yourself. Prisoner of the dragons where Jimin himself grew out of his cold aura to try and make things a little easier for you.

You grew sick and Seokjin took care of you and through that, you fell off his back and went toppling down a cliff with Namjoon where you and him grew closer trying to get back to the clan.

It was then when things started to look better.

If the leader himself had put faith in a simple human girl, then the rest of the clan, trusting the leader with all their hearts, would try to understand you as well.

You grew so close to the princes and the clan throughout the many months of you staying in the clan, hoping to heal and leave them be once you've fully recovered.

Only to realize that perhaps a home with the dragons was the place where you belonged.

And you guessed you did, looking at the seven princes that stood before you, sharing a soft smile your way and welcoming you in their home with open arms.

You were now a keeper, a true Keeper of the Dragons.

The bridges were built by the builders of the Clan as Yoongi had once suggested, connecting from a nest to another and another and another, creating a much more convenient and efficient way for you to travel around.

It made you feel more independent in that sense, not having to rely on others or take the long way around trying to go from the medicine nests to the roosts or the other way around. And your tasks between being the caretaker of the whelps and Seokjin's apprentice was easier to balance.

"Y/N?"

You turned around at the call of your name with a small whelp in your arms. "Hoseok?" The visit was quite unexpected and you wonder why. "What in the world happened?" You gasped the moment you saw the large gash grazed upon his arm, a cut so deep, running down in a long line from his upper arm to his forearm. You quickly gave the little whelp to Haeun to run over to him, tears already beginning to brim because seeing any of them in pain had hurt.

Hoseok clenched his teeth regrettably for the fact that he came here but what other choice did he have when Seokjin wasn't in the medicine nest and Taehyung wasn't anywhere to be found? He couldn't fix his self up by himself because he had no clue what to do so you were the only option left.

But now, seeing that he's caused you to look this distressed, he wished he had just fix his own self up instead.

"Where's Seokjin?" You asked him, holding out to touch his hand but Hoseok flinched away instead.

"I was just about to ask you that, actually," he chuckled nervously.

You frowned. "Taehyung went out with Yoongi for something important but Seokjin should have been in the medicine nests. Something must have dragged him away for a moment." You turned back around. "Haeun-"

"I can handle the whelps, unnie! No need to worry!" She quickly declared with a cute salute and you smile softly to show that you were proud of her before turning back to Hoseok and grabbing the hand that wasn't injured, dragging him out of the roost and towards the medicine nests.

Hoseok stared back for a brief moment to find Haeun giving him a playful wink.

That cute little dragoness.

"What happened?" You had him sit on the bed as you went on to grab the many supplies needed to treat him. "Was Jungkook with you?"

"No," Hoseok shook his head. "He's with the hunting patrol that went North. I was on the West side."

"You didn't encounter a few dragons outside of our clan, did you?" You worried.

"Of course not." He said it so casually you didn't know whether to believe him or not. "Also, did you hear yourself?" You looked up at him, tilting your head in confusion. "You said our clan, not my clan and I think that's pretty sweet, don't you think?"

You frowned a little as you take his hand. "Focus," you said, sighing as you take a look at the gash. Seeing that look on your face Hoseok couldn't help but to reach over and place his thumb right in between your two brows, rubbing it for a few second. "Hoseok-"

"Don't frown, little one, it's better when you smile." He moved on to trail down your face where he held you there. "Close your eyes," he told you and though confused, the heat of his hand was enough to trust him so you do it without protest. In doing so, the little tears escaped yet Hoseok was there to brush them away. "You don't have to worry so much, you know, it's just me."

"It's not just you," you said. "You're a prince, Hoseok."

He frowned slightly. "That's it?" He asked almost quietly. "Just because I'm a prince?"

You gave him a small sweet smile that made his heart flutter. "You know you are so much more than just a prince, Hoseok. You're my friend and I care about you."

"Friend..." he whispered, "right."

Yet why had that simple word made the two of you feel some type of way you couldn't quite describe?

"Unnie, are you ever going to look for a mate?"

"I..-" You froze in place at the question Haeun had asked and looked up at Taehyung who looked back at you with a stare you couldn't quite read. "W-what?" You and Taehyung were making the beds of the little ones with Haeun who had grew to know how to shift into a human. You were sure she'd become an apprentice sooner or later and a ceremony would be made in her honor.

"Unnie, you're so pretty, why don't you have a mate yet?" She asked, her pout clear on her face as if she herself was disappointed you hadn't gotten a mate of your own. "Are the dragons just not your taste? Do you not want a dragon mate? Is that why?"

Her bombardment of questions made you flustered.

"I-I don't..-" you cleared your throat as you went on to fold another blanket, eyes now avoiding Taehyung's as he remained silent. "I'm shy, Haeun," you told her. "Someone would have to approach me if anything."

"So you wouldn't mind the dragons?"

You shrugged. "No, why would I?"

You didn't see it but her smile widened as she cast a mischievous look Taehyung's way who, in response, ruffled her head playfully.

"Ooh, then can I be your mate?" A dragon asked as he ran over to your side with glowing eyes. "Noona, when I can shift into a human, I know you will definitely like me!"

Haeun sucked her teeth. "Minho, you're way too young for her."

Yet he refused to back down. "I can surpass the age limit!" He took your hands, stopping you from folding the blanket you had. "When I become an adult and have become a warrior, I'll ask to be your mate again!"

"By then unnie will already have a mate," Haeun said as she poked his forehead, causing the little one to almost topple backwards.

"Not fair!" Minho pouted. "Noona, you have to wait for me."

"No way! You're not strong enough to protect her! I'll be noona's mate!" Another one came running over and the next thing you knew, they've created a whole argument about who would be the one who deserved you the most. You looked at Haeun, shaking your head playfully to remind her that she was the one who started the whole mess and now you would have to go in and stop the little ones from arguing.

"Hey, calm down now," you ordered gently with a giggle leaving your lips.

Taehyung couldn't help but to just stare at you as you went on to get in between the whelps, trying your best to calm them down. It didn't take much effort for you though. After all, the whelps all had a soft spot for their favorite person and although he found himself a little jealous, he couldn't blame them.

You were too pretty and soft for your own good, who wouldn't want to be your mate?

"Hey," Haeun whispered to him as she lightly poked him on the side, gifting him a smirk of her own. "Shouldn't you confess before it's too late? I'm sure the little ones aren't the only ones having a crush on unnie."

"Confess what?" Taehyung rolled his eyes as he sighed, acting oblivious but Haeun only giggled in response.

Who knew little kids knew so much.

But then again, the little girl was right. It was only a matter of minutes before he could truly lose you in the midst of the line of admirers that'd keep growing for you. So when the princes got together later that afternoon, he decided to bring it up.

"The whelps decided to confess their undying love to Y/N this morning," he announced first thing as he settled himself onto the sofa, grabbing a cushion and resting his face against it.

"Don't they always confess their love for Y/N?" Seokjin pointed out with a small chuckle.

"This time was different," he told them, pouting. "Little Haeun decided to ask Y/N when she'd get a mate so the little ones took that as the right time to propose, stating how age didn't matter and that when they grew older, they'd ask her to be their mate and then they went on to debate about who would be more deserving of her. It isn't right, you know," he said, huffing, "How are little kids more brave than the same seven princes whom everyone admires and claim we're the most courageous and brave yet we can't do a simple thing like confessing our undying love?"

The last sentence that came out of Taehyung was what made his other mates freeze in place as if they had been caught. But he wasn't done, not yet. "We all knew Jungkookie had a thing for her the second they came back from her old village but why can't we admit it?"

Jungkook scratched the back of his head, laughing nervously.

"You hadn't admit it either," Jimin pointed out though his eyes avoided the others.

"That's what I'm saying," Taehyung acknowledged, "but I'm admitting it now. I like her. I like Y/N."

The older ones simply smiled at the fact as they began to grow lost in their own thoughts thinking about it all. Taehyung was right, why hadn't they admit it sooner? They were mates and mates told each other everything, sharing thoughts and ambitions. Even falling in love with the same human girl.

"So we agree?" Namjoon asked, looking around at each one of them. "We want Y/N to be our mate?" There wasn't an open response but he knew how they felt by their expressions alone. Thank goodness no one looked like they had opposed to the proposal.

"But what if..." Jungkook began hesitantly. "What if she doesn't want it?"

"Well..." It certainly would hurt that was for sure. But Namjoon wasn't going to let the feeling be left unspoken for any longer. That wasn't how he was. "We'll find out today, won't we?"

They found you in the greenhouse when they opened the closed doors.

You were sat in front of the wisteria tree, back facing them while your hand reached out, gently stroking one of the vines that hung from the branches. It was a beautiful sight they could get used to until the end of time. You looked ethereal under the tree even though it was only your back that they could see.

Pretty flowers laid against your hair from the whelps that had decided to decorate your hair with flowers, saying how you looked so pretty when you had your ceremony and they wanted to create the look.

Taehyung remembered how they all failed at making the flower crowns so they settled with placing the flowers all over your hair instead.

You still looked pretty despite their armature skills, nothing could ever make you look anything less.

"Y/N?" Yoongi was the one who called your name and you turned around, a smile adoring your face as you caught sight of them all.

"Mother told me that the wisteria tree holds memories," you told them as you looked up at the vines again. "That it symbolizes nostalgia, love and bliss, patience and endurance, and longevity."

Seokjin smiled as they took their time making their way to you. "That is the very reason our ancestors decided to grow this tree," he said, taking a seat beside you. "It holds so many meanings and has grown so rare in our time."

"Mother always wanted to see one but she left too soon before she got to see how beautiful the stories always said it would be. It's even more enchanting and divine in person. It's almost a little..magical."

"Well then count yourself lucky because this is one of the last wisteria out of three that's still alive today."

You gasped at Hoseok's words, eyes widened at the fact. "Where are the other two?"

He shrugged, unsure. "Maybe with another clan?"

"What happened?" You asked. "Were they destroyed?" Jimin nodded. "Why?"

Namjoon let out a small sigh. "Human's greed," he said. "They saw something so beautiful they decided to take it for themselves and before you know it, close to all were destroyed simply because they couldn't stand the fact that something so beautiful existed, wanting it for themselves alone."

"You can't really blame them though."

You frowned at Jungkook's words. "Why not?"

His eyes fell at yours, a small smile curling at his lips. "I once did," he told you as he began walking closer to you. "I once thought, why couldn't they just share it with the world? Why keep it to themselves and inevitably destroy it?" You wondered the same thing, eyes never straying from his because of how mesmerizing his eyes were. "But then again, if I were to ever come across something so beautiful, I'd want to keep it for myself as well. For me and my hyungs. So that no one else can have it if they ever sought for it."

His hand touched your chin, tilting it upwards so that he could see you better, afraid for a moment that that would be the last time he could see you like that before the friendship could go into ruins.

"What I'm saying is..." You didn't know why but your heart was pounding hard against your chest, feeling a burst of butterflies fluttering in your tummy as you anticipated his shy, hesitant words. The hyungs held their breaths, even more scared themselves.

"You're beautiful, Y/N," Jungkook breathed, "and I just...I know it'll sound selfish, even greedy, but...I wouldn't want anyone else to have you. I wouldn't want them touching you, hurting you, and loving you. Because I..." He backed away, taking two slow steps backwards with soft smiles on their faces.

Yet the soft smiles alone was enough to have tears falling against your cheeks before you could even stop them and that had them gasping, quick to rush to your side.

"Y/N?" Jungkook called, holding your face to brush away the tears.

You took a moment to hold his hand, laughing a little at your obnoxious self. "Say it," you whispered and he tilted his head. "I want to hear it," you told him.

He looked up at the rest and they smiled. "I like you, Y/N," he simply said, eyes returning to rest on yours. "I love you."

"We all do," Namjoon nodded. Jungkook backed away just slightly as Namjoon took your hands into his, eyes staring straight into yours with a gentle gaze. "We love you but I know words aren't enough to say it. There are so many moments I've regretted back then, treating you horribly because I was so scared to let a human in. Jungkook knew it all along, and I'm sorry it had to take you risking your own health for me to finally open my eyes."

"Namjoon," you whispered his name in a soft tone, "I told you, didn't I? That you're worth all the pain?" You reminded him. "Plus," you said, squeezing his hands gently, giving Yoongi a brief glance before looking back at him, "between us, there are no sorrys and thank yous. There are only I love you," you pressed your forehead against his, closing your eyes and letting the tears fall again, "and I love you too."

"One day, my love, I'll give you the world." He leaned back, held your head to lay a kiss on your forehead, and smiled as he looked at you with the rest sharing the same thoughts and wishes. "But for now, may I ask you, formally, to become our mates?"

You returned the soft smile. "Being your mates would mean that you've already given me the world and there is nothing more I would like than this."

A soft, soft word whispered into the air. Something only shared for the eight of you alone.

"I love you."

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