#his names woosung

[cosbeans]

doing a lot of oc stuff lately o(-----(

[aikastales]

i’m drunk, i love you (jk)

𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: with only a day before graduation, you make a promise that you will not only graduate from university, but also from your feelings for your best friend of seven years, jeon jungkook.

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: film student!jungkook x med tech student!fem!oc (named sola)

𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾𝗌: heavy angst, unrequited love, jungkook as an isko agenda, set in the ph 🇵🇭

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: this story is fiction. it does not represent the members of bangtan or any of the idols here in real life. all resemblance to real life characters, institutions, associations, places, events, among others are either purely coincidence or depicted in a fictitious manner only. there’s really no warnings for this story other than it’s a self-indulgent fic to get me back to writing. the smut isn’t that severe. just kissing, nipple sucking, and grinding. this is based on the film, i’m drunk i love you, which i highly recommend you watch. i didn’t alter much of the plot & scenes bc i think they’re already great as it is, but i did tweak a bit here and there. i hope you enjoy! let me know what you think by reblogging/commenting. ♡

𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 5,784

You were never quite the believer in love at first sight, but what you felt that night was the closest thing to that feeling. 

He was one of the freshmen performers during your orientation, singing Adam Levine’s Lost Stars. Like the entire audience, you were captivated by his heavenly vocals and charisma as he performed on stage with an acoustic guitar one of the seniors lent him. Not only that, Jeon Jungkook wasn’t bad looking either—quite the opposite, really. 

However, after the orientation, you didn’t get to see much of the dark-haired handsome boy. You were studying at UP, the biggest state university in the country, and so your paths were bound not to cross. Until, your older cousin, who was a senior at that time, invited you to eat dinner with him and a couple of his buddies after seeing you strolling around campus alone. When you arrived at the eatery, you not only saw your cousin Yoongi’s friends—Yijeong and Woosung—you also spotted the boy who hadn’t left your mind since you saw him over four months ago at that time. 

You sat across from him and you tried your best not to freak out as Yoongi introduced the both of you. Apparently, he had already known Jungkook because he was the younger stepbrother of his other friend, Namjoon. During the course of your dinner, you and Jungkook didn’t really talk much. But you would muster up the courage to ask him some basic questions such as his program, why he went to UP, if he joined any orgs yet, etcetera. Jungkook was polite enough to answer your inquiries. 

He was a Film major. He went to UP because everyone in his family went to UP so it was the most obvious choice for him and he was a member of the Film society. In return, Jungkook asked the same set of questions. You were a pre-med student, Medical Technology, to be exact, and you went to UP because it was your dream school. You were also a member of the College of Arts and Sciences’ student council. 

After your meal was finished, Yoongi entrusted your care to Jungkook as they were going to meet up with some of their friends and you were both living at campus dormitories anyway. So, you hopped into his old army green Toyota Rav4 and needless to say, the ride back to UP was awkward. So, to get rid of the awkward silence, you asked if you could play some music. He said sure and handed you the aux cord already connected to his stereo. Once you had the other end connected to your phone, you played one of your favorite songs—Waltz of Four Left Feet by Shirebound and Busking. 

To your surprise, Jungkook also knew the song and just like that, the awkward silence was gone and you became inseparable ever since. 

Music became the bridge that connected you and Jungkook. Whenever you would hangout, it was always your topic—your favorite artists, songs, original scores in films, best albums, underrated artists, overrated artists, the current state of music, everything. He also became your gig buddy—seeking out mainstream and indie artists you both liked and going to their live performances downtown bars, jam packed arenas and stadiums. 

But your favorite would always be watching him perform. After his performance at the orientation, he naturally became one of the popular students at UP. He wasn’t popular like a celebrity or an influencer, but heads would turn whenever he walked around campus. Also, he still had the luxury of privacy on his side, but if you looked at the right places, you would find small accounts on social media dedicated to him. He didn’t care for the attention, though, and just went about his day as normally as possible. 

His performance did land him some gigs here and there. You found it cute whenever he’d turn to you to ask if he should accept the invitation or not, and you would always tell him to do whatever he wanted. Most of the time, he accepted, especially if it was at Route 96, a historic venue for aspiring musicians. 

It was here that he performed the first song he wrote by himself called Still With You. It was also during this performance that you began to see him in a different light—quite literally. He was performing with the bar lights off, only the lights on stage and the spotlight illuminated the entire establishment. When the spotlight on him turned purple, you felt a whole new admiration for your best friend. It wasn’t the “Oh god I’m so proud of my best friend” kind, rather it was the “Oh fuck I’m in love with my best friend” realization. 

But like every other story where someone falls in love with their best friend, you kept your feelings hidden, hoping someday it would go away. However, you soon realized, once you fell in love with Jeon Jungkook, there was no going back. It was a rabbit hole. 

The more you spent time with him, the more you fell in love with him and all of him—from the way he smiles to the sound of his laugh, how he would always annoy the shit out of you when you were supposed to be studying to how he would remember small things about you like your favorite snack at the vending machine, how you’d be the first to know his test results to how you’d be his first audience for the short film they needed to produce for that semester, how he would lend you his jacket when you ate bingsu because he knew you’d get cold easily to how he’d send you random memes he found funny out of the blue. 

It was so easy to fall in love with Jeon Jungkook. Thus, everyone else did too. For seven years, you watched on the sidelines as he dated several girls and loved them how you wished he’d love you. 

“In one day, you can finally lay your hands on Jungkook,” your best friend, Mingyu, teased as he took a sip from his beer. 

You let out a sarcastic laugh, head resting on your palm, elbow propped on the wooden table in front of you, a bottle of beer in the other hand. You were bordering on getting tipsy now as you had been drinking since you arrived at La Union with Mingyu and Jungkook in the afternoon. You didn’t even know why you agreed to your best friend’s idea of going to the province for a music festival when you had your graduation—the very graduation that was seven years in the making—on Sunday.   

“Fuck you, Kim Mingyu,” you told the honey-skinned man across from you with a chuckle. 

“What? Let this be your final test before finally graduating. Are you ready?” a lopsided grin appeared on his handsome face. 

Under the orange light, Kim Mingyu was easily one of the most handsome men you ever laid your eyes on. He was also tall, well-mannered, smart, capable, had a stable job while being a med student, and the textbook definition of a walking green flag. In another life, you could imagine yourself falling for him instead of Jungkook. But in the current universe you were in, he was one of your trusted friends who had known about your crush on Jungkook since first year. 

The waiter arrived to bring you your order of another bucket of Red Horse beer. Mingyu took a bottle from the silver bucket and opened it. “Happy horse for the happy whore,” he told you as he handed you the fresh bottle of beer. You gave him a middle finger. He laughed. “What? Am I not right?” 

“You’re the whore,” you replied. “I saw you with that cute chinito by the beach earlier. What happened to Mino?” 

He rolled his eyes at the mention of his ex—or you believed was his ex. You never really know with Mingyu and relationships. He was the complete opposite of you. While you were a hopeless romantic at heart, he didn’t believe in love—or so he says. 

“Seven years,” Mingyu mused, glancing towards the beach. “You didn’t stop falling in love with your best friend. Now, it looks like you don’t even plan to stop.” 

You sucked your teeth, tracing the water around the bottle due to the ice with your fingers. “Do I just throw it away?” You weren’t sure if you were asking Mingyu or yourself. “We make a good pair.” You laughed to yourself. 

“Except?” Mingyu pointed out the harsh reality. 

“Except,” you took in a shaky breath. “He doesn’t love me back. Maybe.” 

Mingyu sighed deeply, looking at his watch. “Time check: you still have your hopes up.” 

“It’s still early,” you argued. “I still have two days. Just give me time.” 

“Give me time?” Mingyu repeated, taking a sip from his beer. “What the fuck are you talking about, Sola? The universe has given you all the time. But you did nothing.” 

You groaned, throwing your head back as a realization hit you. “Fuck, Gyu, I just—I just realized. Is it right that we’re here? Was it the right decision to come here? My mom’s gonna be so mad once she finds out I’m in La Union.”  

“It’s all you. You’re a raging masochist,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “Anyway. Let’s just play a game. Let’s enumerate all the things you did with Jungkook. Those are seven years worth of memories, Sola. Game?” 

“Game.” 

“What year did you first meet Jungkook?” 

A smile immediately creeped up on your face. “2017.” 

Mingyu waved his hand at you. “Wow! You can do math! But I just thought of something—instead of just general memories. Let’s make them specific. Let’s list down all the stupid things you did for Jungkook for seven years.” 

“The fuck are you talking about?” you let out a scoff, drinking your beer. 

“What? Now you can’t remember?” he challenged. 

You clicked your tongue. “Fine, you stupid bitch. Ask away.” 

Mingyu grinned. “2018.” 

You hummed before saying, “Jungkook was heartbroken that year. I was back at home and he was at UP. But I rushed into the city to be there for him. I remember because I was supposed to attend this baptism with my parents but I snuck out and got an earful from my mother the next day. I was completely hungover too because Jungkook and I went bar hopping the entire night.” 

“Jesus Christ, Sola.” 

“Don’t judge me. It was my decision, okay?” 

Mingyu rolled his eyes. “Okay. 2019.” 

You stared at Mingyu, laughing as you recalled the memory. “2019. Me and Jungkook walked from UP to Aurora Boulevard just to tell me how Song Areum became his girlfriend.” 

He shook his head. “2020.” 

“2020—he was sick. I had an exam that day, but I quickly answered it so I could buy him his favorite, Tapsilog from Tapsi ni Vivian, before it ran out ‘cos it runs out quickly, right?” Mingyu nodded. You licked your lower lip then let out a small laugh. “But when I got to his dorm room, his roommate already told me Areum brought him to the university hospital. And I failed my exam ‘cos I didn’t answer the back part.” 

“2021, go!” 

“I loved him for four years now and counting. Is that good enough?” 

“Okay. I’ll accept it. 2022?” 

“2022—I’ve been in love with him for five fucking years already, fucking shit!” you exclaimed, feeling the alcohol in you boosting your confidence. 

“Okay. We’re in the last year, girl. What about in 2023? What was the stupid thing you did for Jungkook last year?” 

You gulped. “I’m two years delayed.” 

Mingyu exhaled deeply. A moment of silence settled between the two of you. Then, she asked, “Sola, it all boils down to this: when will you end this?” 

You sat up straight, taking a deep breath. “You mean when will I stop with my foolishness?” Mingyu nodded. You purse your lips. “Maybe when I’m done with UP. When I’m done with UP, I’ll graduate from everything—including him. Especially him.” 

When you got back to your shared room with Jungkook and Mingyu, you were already tipsy. You almost fell face flat on the floor when you opened the door, feeling lightheaded, but luckily, your best friend was there to catch you. 

“You’re drunk, Sola,” Jungkook chuckled deeply. You could smell his expensive cologne—the one you bought for him for his birthday last year and it brought a huge grin on your face, knowing he wore it. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.” 

“I’m fine, Guk. I’m not that drunk. But I do need to sit down,” you said followed by a set of giggles as you let Jungkook walk you to the bed you shared with Mingyu, and then you threw yourself on it, back against the mattress, arms spread like an eagle. 

Jungkook sat down beside you. “Are you still mad at me?” 

The question seemed to sober you up instantly. The truth was—you could never stay mad at him. For anything. Sometimes, you’d think he could do the most painful and hurtful thing to you, deliberately, and you would still forgive him even if he wouldn’t apologize. 

“I wasn’t mad. I was just… I just wished you would’ve told me the real reason why you wanted to come here,” you replied softly, biting your lower lip. 

“Would you have come? If I told you I wanted to go here because my ex wanted to reconnect—would you have come?” Jungkook matched your tone, looking over his shoulder to look at you. 

Instinctively, your eyes also darted towards his. The lights in the room were dim, only the lamp, the light coming beneath the bathroom door, and the moonlight outside illuminated the room. Jungkook looked especially beautiful in the dim light—long black wavy hair all messy from his habit of running his fingers through it, hooded eyes staring at you like he was memorizing every inch of you, the gentleness of his features made him look like an angel in this light. 

But then you’d see his dozens of piercings in his ears, eyebrow, and lower lip; his tattooed arm and hand, and the way he looked sexy as hell with his thin white long sleeved, sleeves rolled up to his elbow, and his white beach shorts that hugged his strong muscular thighs, and you’d realize he was more of a Greek god than an angel. 

“I’ll go wherever you go,” you told him, swallowing the lump in your throat. “You know that.” 

Jungkook lied down beside you and you felt your heartbeat racing. His tattooed arm was brushing against yours. His head was tilted, close to yours. 

“Will you go with me to the moon?” he asked. 

A small smile ghosted on your lips. “I will, Guk.” 

“How about Saturn?” 

“I’ll be with you there, too.” 

“Law school?” 

You turned your head to him. He was already looking at you. “Law school? Why?” 

He brushed the hair on your face aside with his fingers, making you tense. But you kept your composure. “I passed UP LAE.” 

“But,” you began. “What about film? I thought you didn’t wanna become a lawyer like your parents.” 

Jungkook looked at the ceiling. “It’s not that bad. Being a lawyer. Besides, I like studying.” 

“You’ve always wanted to become a director, though.” 

“I’m not good enough for it,” Jungkook scoffed. “All my batchmates are already directing their films and showing them at festivals here and abroad—yet here I am. Still here.” 

You turned on your side, propping your elbow to support your head as you looked at your best friend. It was rare for Jungkook to open up. Even to you. He was always someone who kept all his innermost thoughts and feelings to himself. In the seven years you’d known him, it still felt like there was a wall around him that you never managed to climb on or punch through. For seven years, it felt like you simultaneously knew everything and nothing about your best friend. 

“It’s not the end of the road, Jungkook. So what if they’re showing their films at festivals? You can do it too. At your own pace, in your own time,” you said. You wanted to reach for his face, to make him look at you, but you were scared. “You’re a great filmmaker, Guk. The best direk ever.” 

He looked at you once again. “You’re drunk, Yu Sola. Go to sleep.” 

He sat up, carrying your legs over the bed. You let out a groan. “I’m not drunk, Jeon Jungkook. Why do you always do that?” 

“Do what?” he asked, chuckling. 

“You always cut the conversation when you’re beginning to open up. You always clamp up, Guk. I wish you didn’t do that. I’m your—,” you bit the inside of your lower lip. What right did I have to demand him to open up to me? “I’m your best friend.” 

“I don’t clamp up. I just have nothing else to say,” your best friend replied with a shrug, fixing his hair as he looked in the mirror across from your bed. “Go to sleep. You’ll get a massive headache tomorrow. I’m just going to meet with Areum and her friends.”  

Then, you blurted it out. It just happened. You didn’t even know how. You always had this grand idea in your mind to do it after the graduation ceremony, that way, you could immediately leave. That way, you didn’t have to see him all the time. You would have enough time to move on and move forward in your life. 

But nothing in life truly went according to plan. 

“I love you, Jungkook,” you confessed. Your heart felt heavy and you sat up, head hanging low as you picked on your nails. Tears were beginning to form in your eyes. “I’ve loved you for seven years now.” 

And you sobbed, burying your face in your hands. Then, moments later, you felt your hands being taken away from your face. You lifted your head and saw Jungkook kneeling in front of you, holding your hands. He let one go to wipe away the tears on your face, to tuck your hair behind your ear. 

And then, ever so slowly, Jungkook leaned in and kissed you softly. A tear rolled down your cheek. His lips were soft while yours were chapped and wet from your tears, but he didn’t seem to mind. You were still in shock. This was not the response you expected. Not even in your wildest dreams but it was happening. 

Jungkook held your face, tilting his head as he continued to kiss you more—only this time with more need and passion. Your body reacted. You began to reciprocate his kisses, hands wrapping around his wrists. He tasted of toothpaste and mouthwash. 

He pushed you onto the bed, one hand remaining on your face while the other held your waist. Your fingers curled the ends of his hair. You could feel his growing member on your stomach and feeling it was enough to make your cunt wet. His lips then traveled on your jaw, down to your neck. You were breathing heavily as he nibbled on your sensitive skin, making a soft moan escape your lips. 

His hand made its way under your shirt and your breath hitched, causing Jungkook to lift his head from your neck, and look you in the eyes. 

“You okay?” he asked softly. 

You nodded. “I’m okay.” 

“Okay,” he smiled, making your heart skip a beat. “Is it okay if I take this off now?” 

“I—,” you were at a loss for words. Was this really happening? It seemed too good to be true. But it was happening and you wanted it more than anything else. “Okay. Yes, you can.” 

Jungkook peeled your shirt off, exposing your naked chest. You didn’t wear bras; found it too much of a hassle and you always hated the feeling. Instead, you wore nipple tapes. 

“What are these, Sola?” Jungkook asked with a chuckle, making your cheeks heat up. 

“They’re nipple tapes, you dumb ass,” you replied, smacking his arm lightly. 

“Okay. Do I just take them off, like, tape?” 

He was adorably cute. “Yes, you just take them off like tape.” 

And so he did just that. The coolness of the room and your arousal instantly perked your nipples. Jungkook took your breasts in his hands, massaging and squeezing them, making you arch your back ever so slightly. Then, he dipped his head, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth while remaining to massage the other. 

The sensation was simply divine. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol in your system, your feelings for your best friend, or just Jungkook in general that made you feel so good at that moment. Your hands traced the outline of his toned biceps through his thin polo. 

You were so wet and when Jungkook began to grind his hard cock against your clothed cunt, you felt another wave of wetness. You wanted him—all of him—and so you began to rock your hips against him, making him release a moan. 

He lifted his head, staring at you with those doe eyes you have loved for seven years. “Are you sure?” 

Those three words held so much. Once you crossed the line, there was no going back, and both of you knew that. 

“I’m sure. I want this, Guk. I want you.” 

That was all he needed to hear to make love to you the whole night. Once both of you came, Jungkook laid beside you, chest heaving. For a while, the both of you lay in silence. 

“Will you be here in the morning?” you asked, turning your head on the pillow to face him. 

He did the same. “I will,” he promised. “Go to sleep now, Sola.” 

But he wasn’t. 

When you woke up the next day, the other side of the bed was empty. You sat up, burying your face in your hands. What the hell have I done? What the hell have we done? 

You left the bed, entering the bathroom, and proceeding to take a shower. In there, you cried, because nothing was going to be the same after last night. You couldn’t blame it all on Jungkook either. You also made it happen. You desperately wished it was just a dream—another wet dream you had of your best friend—but the traces of his cum were still on your inner thigh. 

It happened. There was no going back. Everything was going to be different now and most of all, you didn’t know if you still had your best friend. 

When you finished showering and getting dressed, you made your way down to the beach. You had texted Mingyu while getting dressed and he told you he was there with the chinito you saw him with, Wonwoo. Arriving at the beach, you pulled your phone out of your back pocket, about to text the honey-skinned med student when you saw Jungkook with Areum in the water, his strong arms that held you throughout the night, now wrapped around her waist. Fits of giggles escaped her lips as Jungkook wrestled with her in the water, a huge grin on his handsome face. 

Your heart shattered. 

You quickly looked away, a fresh set of tears forming in your eyes. As you were about to turn away, you heard Mingyu’s familiar voice which caused you to stop on your tracks. 

“Sola, hey, there you—what’s wrong?” The concern in his voice was palpable. You felt his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you closer to him. 

“I—I finally told him, Gyu,” you said, taking in a sharp shaky breath. “I finally told him.” 

Mingyu didn’t ask for more details. He knew. He led you back to your room, promising Wonwoo to text him later. Once you were back, you just cried on his shoulder. He didn’t say anything and neither did you. He just let you be until the tears finally stopped. 

“I’m sorry I pulled you away from Wonwoo. He seems like a nice guy,” you said after a while, voice raspy from all the crying. 

“It’s fine. We’ll be seeing each other often anyway,” Mingyu shared. 

You looked at him, surprised. “Really?” 

Your friend nodded, laughing to himself. “You know, all those times I teased you about your being a hopeless romantic and believing in love—I think it’s backfiring on me now with Wonwoo.” 

“You love him?” you asked. 

“I don’t know, Sola. But I know what I feel for him is different,” he answered. “It’s terrifying. How quickly someone can change your perspective on something.” 

You couldn’t argue with that. 

“What’s your plan now?” Mingyu asked. 

You sighed deeply. “I think I’m going to head back. My graduation is tomorrow anyway. Do you mind booking the bus ride home?” 

“I’m staying here, Sola. I—I want to be with Wonwoo more,” Mingyu confessed, smiling at you apologetically. 

“Gyu…” 

“Please be a friend to me now, Sola.” 

You pressed your lips tightly. Then, you nodded. You wanted your friend to be happy. 

“I’m gonna pack now,” you announced. 

“Okay. Just text me if you need anything,” Mingyu gave you a hug and kiss on top of your head. “I want you to know I’m proud of you, Sola.” 

Once Mingyu left, you began to pack. You didn’t bring a lot of clothes, but you were still biding your time. A part of you didn’t want to leave. You wanted to stay here and never graduate. But that illusion was quickly broken when you saw your mom’s contact flashing on your phone screen. 

You sucked your teeth before answering, “Hi mom.” 

“Sola? Where the hell are you? Why haven’t you been answering my texts? Your graduation is tomorrow. Everyone is looking forward to it!” she exclaimed frantically. 

“Mom, I’m sorry. I’m in La Union with Jungkook and—,” 

“What the hell are you doing in La Union?! You better get back instantly, Sola. I’m not kidding. If you don’t graduate now, I really don’t know what I’m gonna do. It’s been seven years! Please let me graduate too.” 

“I’m already packing and I’ll catch the bus home soon. I just—Mom, I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it in time for the ceremony ‘cos—,” 

Your phone was suddenly snatched from your grip. You looked up and saw Jungkook standing beside you. 

“Hey tita, it’s Jungkook. Yes. Don’t worry. I’ll take her home. She’ll make it in time. Yes. We’ll be home before the ceremony, tita. Okay. Bye.” 

He ended the call and sat down on the bed across from you, handing you your phone back. You grabbed it from him. “You don’t have to take me home.” 

“I already promised tita I will,” he answered. 

“You didn’t have to,” you muttered, folding your shirt. 

Silence. Jungkook was just staring at you the entire time as you folded your clothes and packed them inside your bag. Then, he said those two words. 

“I’m sorry.” 

You bit the inside of your lower lip. What was he exactly for? For having sex with you? For spending the night with you? For not feeling the same way as you? All of the above? 

As if reading your thoughts, he added, “For everything.” 

You nodded. “You don’t have to apologize for anything,” you told him. “It’s not your fault you don’t love me the same way.” But why did you kiss me? Why did you make love to me? 

Jungkook lowered his head. You zipped your bag. “Let’s go. I still have a graduation to chase.” 

“What’s this?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed when you saw Areum standing beside Jungkook’s car with her luggage and bag. 

“I’ll drop Areum on the way,” Jungkook announced, grabbing her luggage and putting it at the back of his car. 

You pressed your lips in a line. “Fine.” You stepped into the back passenger seat, quickly grabbing your phone and earphones from your bag, and plugging it in. 

Lowering yourself on the seat, you rested your head against the window as Areum stepped into the passenger seat while Jungkook sat on the driver’s seat. You caught him glancing at you from the corner of your eyes, but you didn’t look back. Instead, you turned the volume up. Moments later, he began to drive. 

You decided to sleep the entire ride. However, when you woke up, you immediately realized Jungkook wasn’t driving in your hometown. “Where are we?” you asked, taking one of your earphones off. 

“I’m dropping Areum first,” Jungkook replied. 

You frowned. “I’m the one chasing a graduation, remember?” 

“Shh, just go back to sleep. Here,” he threw something at you—your favorite candy, Butterball, landing on your lap. 

You grabbed it, tempted to eat it, but you threw it back at him and went back to sleep. By the time you woke up again, you were at Areum’s house. She turned to look at you, smiling. 

She was really beautiful and kind. You began to feel guilty for hating her so much the entire time. “Congrats on your graduation, Sola. I’ll see you around, okay?” 

“Thanks Areum.” 

After Jungkook walked her to her door, he came back to the car. “What are you doing there? Come here,” he said, patting the passenger seat. 

“I’m fine here,” you replied. 

“Sola, come on. Please? I drive better with you beside me.” 

For the rest of the ride to your home, you sat beside Jungkook. Unlike before, where your car rides were filled with music and random conversations, tonight it was silent. You didn’t plug your phone into his stereo and you kept your eyes closed the whole time, listening to your music. Once in a while, Jungkook would try to make small talk, but you would only give him short replies, then went back to sleeping. 

When you arrived at your family house, you stayed with Jungkook outside for a bit, both leaning against his car. 

“It’s your graduation in four hours.” 

“Are you not going to come to yours?” 

“I don’t see the point,” Jungkook replied. 

You nodded and pushed yourself off his car. “I’ll head inside. Thanks for the ride, Jungkook.” 

He grabbed your arm before you entered the gate. You stared into his eyes. You couldn’t quite place what held them right now. Maybe you never really knew Jeon Jungkook after all this time. 

“I’m sorry, Sola.” 

“Why do you keep saying sorry? I told you—it’s not your fault and I’m fine. I’m over it now. See you around, Jungkook.” 

You head back inside. Graduation was in four hours. 

You wore a traditional Filipiniana dress, a pair of white heels that were already scraping the skin at the back of your feet, your mother’s pearls, and your sablay when your name was called. You came up on the stage with your excited mother, shook hands with your Dean, and finally grabbed your diploma. You always imagined graduation to be something so spectacular, but the moment you received the piece of paper that confirmed you had, indeed, graduated—you just felt the same. 

After the ceremony, you went back to your house where almost all your relatives from your mother’s side were waiting for you. A tarpaulin with your graduation picture and the words, “Congratulations Yu Sola!” printed on it and hung outside your gate. You greeted everyone on your way, telling them thanks, before retreating in your room to change out of your dress and into more comfortable clothes. 

While you were slipping on your shirt, your phone buzzed on your nightstand. When you grabbed it, you saw Jungkook’s message on the lockscreen. 

Let’s go, it said. 

You knew it meant one thing: a beer and butterball at Route 96. There was still a part of you that wanted to go because you always went when you received a message like that from Jungkook. It was always a yes when it came to him. But now that you confessed, something shifted, whether he admitted to it himself or not. 

So, you put your phone in your pocket, and went down. But as you do so, you felt your phone vibrate again. You pulled it out of your pocket and Jungkook texted you another message. 

Please? One for the road. I’m outside. 

You bit your lower lip. Then, you made your way out. There, you saw Jungkook wearing his barong and sablay, leaning against his car like hours ago. He smiled as soon as he saw you come out. 

“You still have it,” he pointed to your shirt. 

You looked down on it and realized you had picked his shirt of all things. It wasn’t anything special; just something he bought at a boutique. But it meant a lot to you because he gave it to you after you spilled beer on your shirt years ago. 

“You attended your ceremony?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. He nodded. “I thought you didn’t see the point.” 

“I changed my mind.” 

You wished you were just as quick in having a change of heart. 

“One for the road?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. 

You took a deep breath and nodded. “One for the road.” 

“Shit, I forgot it’s Sunday. It’s closed,” Jungkook sighed, seeing the steel gate at Route 96. 

“It’s fine. Let’s just go,” you told him, grabbing the beer he bought beforehand and making your way up to the bar. Jungkook followed behind. 

You both leaned in the railing before you, beer in hands. Another silence. 

You couldn’t believe this was the culmination of the seven years you spent loving Jeon Jungkook. You thought, after confessing, you would never speak again. He’d distance himself from you but here you were—having a beer with him at your favorite place in the world. You wished you knew what was going on in his mind right now. You wished you could dissect his mind and learn every thought he had ever since you confessed. 

Because you never really knew Jeon Jungkook. You were just so in love with him and idealized who he was over the last seven years. Suddenly, all the stupid memories you shared with Mingyu flashed in your mind and made you laugh. 

“What’s funny?” Jungkook asked, chuckling. 

You shook your head, drinking your beer. “Nothing.” 

He nudged your side. “Come on, share it.” 

You took a deep breath and for the first time, you looked at Jeon Jungkook and saw him for who he was; not the man you have loved for the past seven years. 

“I graduated, finally.” 

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[sweetestofchaos]

Blessed With A Curse | J.JK

☾ Pairing: Werewolf!Jungkook x Hybrid!Reader

☾ Summary: When your company throws a mandatory Halloween party, you aren’t thrilled. You’re even less thrilled when a delusional coworker ruins the party and places a curse on everyone because her crush, the resident werewolf, Jeon Jungkook, rejected them.

OR

When a coworker gets rejected at the company Halloween party, things get crazy.

☾ Genre/AU: Smut, Werewolf AU, Hybrid AU, Modern Magic AU

☾ Rating: NC-17

☾ Warnings: | alcohol | piss marking (not on a person) | spanking | scenting | shifting | use of magic | cursing | misunderstandings | unrequited love| mating bite | some blood | knotting | a/b/o vibes | licking | spit play | cum eating | fingering | crying | pack!BTS | rockstar!jungkook | semi-public sex | mirror sex | interspecies relationship | open ending

☾ Word Count: 12.7K

☾ 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝖳𝖲 𝖥𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖥𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖳𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗋 𝖳𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝖻, 𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 @sailoryooons 𝖺𝗇𝖽 @theharrowing

a/n: for the wonderful @jessikahathaway! i hope you enjoy this bad boy 'cause it had me on my ass a few times. once i was able to get over myself, this wrote itself and i had fun with it. banner/diver made by the wonderful @itaeewon. betaed by the kickass @theharrowing

song credit: werewolf by montionless in white | wolf by woosung

You are typing away on your keyboard, lost in your own little world. It feels like the day is dragging and you would like for it to be over. At least that is what you were thinking until you noticed that the workplace background noise started to fade away. Gazing up from your computer screen, you see your office manager standing near the main door. He clears his throat and claps his hands three times to get everyone’s attention. What could he possibly want at this hour? Two of the other managers step through the door and you squint trying to figure out why the three of them are here. You don’t recall any email about a meeting.

“Okay everyone! Listen up, please?” The office manager looks around to make sure all eyes are on him before he continues. “As you know our Halloween party is tonight. I expect to see you all there, dressed appropriately!” The office manager stands with his back facing the main door with the HR and Marketing managers on either side of him. The three of them together strongly remind you of Ed, Edd, and Eddy, but you keep that thought to yourself. 

“Everyone will receive a text message with the address, as well as an email. Please make sure to give the company name at the door and enjoy yourselves.”

“I am looking forward to seeing everyone’s costumes tonight. See you all later and until then enjoy your time off!”

The three managers all leave with smiles on their faces and you roll your eyes as you turn your attention back to your computer. Honestly, you forgot all about the Halloween party tonight. It’s not like you have much of a choice, it is mandatory fun. You still have a few more emails to finish up, as well as two more documents to review before you can even think of leaving for the day. A shadow looms over your desk and you sigh knowing that shape right away.

“Jungkook, I swear to God if you try a jump scare I will slam your face through this screen.”

A startled whine comes from behind followed by a deep sigh before Jungkook comes to stand in your line of sight by the side of your desk. His chocolate brown doe eyes are even wider than normal as he stares at you with a pout on his lips, making the clear spacers in his piercings more noticeable.

“You’re no fun. You know that, right?”

You suck your teeth and raise an eyebrow as Jungkook parks his ass on the edge of your desk. His black dress pants strain against his thighs and when you glance up, the white button down he is wearing, pulls at the muscles of his flexed biceps. As the resident werewolf in the office, Jungkook’s muscles are a common topic of conversation…and his impeccable sense of smell. Though Jungkook isn’t the only creature that works with you. There are vampires, goblins, fairies, wyrm, dragons and even mermaids in the office. It is a mixing pot of species which always offers some kind of entertainment for yourself.

“Can I help you, wolfie?” 

Jungkook’s eyes flash a bright red before they shift back to their brown color making you smirk.

“One of these days I’m going to bite you,” Jungkook threatens as he curls his upper lip to show off his elongated canines.

“So I can be stuck with you for the rest of my life?” You grimace and shake your head. “No, thanks.”  

“Like you don’t wanna be part of my pack.” Jungkook licks his lips and runs a hand through his dark hair, a few of the curls tangling around his fingers making his bicep flex once again from the sudden snag. His hair is styled out of his eyes, swooped upwards and back; not a single hair out of place…until now. One lone curl hangs from Jungkook’s head and kisses his temple. You resist the urge to tuck it behind his ear.

“Pretty sure it’s Taehyung’s pack and I would only join for Seokjin’s cooking and a good cuddle with Yoongi.”

Jungkook growls and you laugh knowing that you struck a nerve. You have met Jungkook’s pack mates many times and they are all a bunch of chill guys. They all work on different floors, in different departments. Yoongi is the pack alpha and from what you know, Seokjin, Namjoon and Taehyung are the only omegas in the pack. Taehyung, Yoongi, Namjoon and Jungkook are werewolves, Jimin and Hoseok are demons and sweet Seokjin is an oncilla hybrid. Which blew your mind when you found out because Seokjin is not a little guy by any means, the man is massive.

“Jungkook?” 

A voice calls his name, cutting through your laughter and you smile at your coworker, Tisha. She is a cute little thing. Doesn’t have much height on her, maybe five-one or five-two at best with long black hair and doll-like green eyes. 

“What’s up, Tisha?” Jungkook asks and you turn your attention back to your computer screen, happy for the distraction. You really would like to finish this before it’s time to leave. You would settle for a little overtime, but since tonight is the company wide Halloween party, overtime has been banned. 

“My computer is acting up again. Can you take a look at it?” 

“Have you emailed tech?”

You bite your lip to keep from laughing. Clearly Tisha hasn’t called tech or else she wouldn’t be asking for Jungkook’s help. 

“I thought it would be faster with your help. I know they get busy around this time.”

Jungkook sighs and pushes himself off your desk, “See you at the party tonight?”

You glance at Jungkook and frown, “You sound way too excited.”

Jungkook grins and shrugs his shoulders, “Who doesn’t love a Halloween party?” Jungkook’s smile is blinding as he leans towards you, wiggling his eyebrows. “You gonna be the Little Red to my Big Bad Wolf?”

“Isn’t that a little cliche?” Tisha asks and Jungkook waves off her comment.

“I mean, I am a werewolf, so…” 

Jungkook scrunches his nose and you roll your eyes as you mutter, “More like an overgrown lap dog-”

“I heard that,” Jungkook growls and you smile up at him, widening your eyes to seem more innocent. Jungkook glares at you with no real anger and huffs. “Such a fucking brat,” he grumbles and leaves your space with Tisha right behind him chatting his ear off.

You giggle to yourself and shake your head. Jungkook is something else, that’s for sure. He is your workplace bestie and the biggest pain in your ass all at the same time. Little does he know that your Halloween costume is already picked out. You think Jungkook will get a kick out of it and you might be a little excited to show him.

Standing in your bathroom with a towel wrapped tightly around your body, you wipe the steam from the mirror and sigh. You fell asleep when you got home and slept past your alarm, so now you have forty minutes to get ready if you don’t want to be hella late to the party. Music plays from your bluetooth speaker, filling the air with Jackson Wang’s ‘Cheetah’ and it makes you smile. 

The first thing you get started on is your makeup, a nude smokey cat eye with grey accents is the first half of the look. Followed by painting the lower part of your nose a soft pink and upper lip black. Your lower lip is the same grey from your eyes to pull the whole look together. Removing the towel from around your head, you click your tongue. You quickly twist the hair into two braids that go straight back, secure the ends with bobby pins and pull a wig cap on. 

A set of stencils are on your countertop and you hold one of them up to your forehead. The shape looks weird and you don’t have faith that you will be able to make it look right. Using black eyeshadow and a little eyeliner, you fill in the stencil slowly. A handful of black spots are now on your forehead, they look out of place and you frown. 

Your phone goes off, cutting off the tunes and you glance over to see that Wooyoung, another work friend is calling. You answer the call and put him on speaker as you continue to get ready.

“Bitch! Where are you??”

“I’m getting ready. Where are you?”

“I just left the house, did you want me to pick you up?”

You think it over. You really would love to be able to drink and not have to worry about driving home.

“Can you drive slow?”

“The fuck kinda question-”

“I’m still getting ready, damn. Just text me when you’re out front.”

You hang up the phone and head into your bedroom. Walking over to your closet, you step inside and look at the grey wig you purchased just for this stupid party. Grabbing the wig and the styrofoam head that came with it, you carry everything to the bathroom and set it on the sink. Pulling out your styling products and a pair of hair scissors, you section the wig into parts while singing along to whatever song is playing. For your costume, you think a wolf cut would look cute and match the overall vibe…so, with the scissors in your hands, you get to work. The final product isn’t bad, a nice mix between a shag and mullet. It is roughly sexy and once you place it on your head, you can’t help but grin.

Grabbing a makeup brush, you spend some time on your eyebrows, making them look fluffy and slightly overgrown before you grab the unopened pack of fake canine teeth. Carefully, you glue them onto your own canines and smile at your reflection. It’s all coming together. The last thing you need are the hazel contacts that sit on the counter. You struggle with them, but after a solid five minutes, you have them both in. You look at yourself in the mirror and blow yourself a kiss, this was a wonderful idea!

Leaving the bathroom for the time being, you look at the outfit that is laid out on your bed. A grey bodysuit with black heels, a set of fluffy grey and beige triangle ears and a matching tail. Your phone chimes with a notification and you know that Wooyoung is outside waiting for you. Dropping your towel, you skip over to your dresser and pull open your underwear drawer. 

Looking at the different colors and material, you settle on a baby pink lingerie set that still has the tags on it. It’s a mesh thong with small and medium sized flowers on the sides with an open underwire bra that has the same flowers covering your nipples in a diagonal line. Looking at the set you smile to yourself because you are sure you have a pink choker from your wild days that matches. 

Putting the set on, you slip into the bodysuit and double check that the flower impressions of the lingerie aren’t visible before you search for the choker. Your phone chimes again and you roll your eyes.

“Yes, yes. I’m coming,” you grumble to yourself as you quickly fasten the pink leather choker around your neck. It even has a tiny silver hoop that hangs from which looks cute as opposed to badass. You clip the tail to your outfit, set the ears on top of your head and look at yourself in the mirror one last time.

“Damn, I look good!”

Grabbing your shoes, phone and purse, you head to the front door and text Wooyoung that you are coming outside now. You shove your feet into your black heels and hurry out of your apartment, more than a little excited to see Jungkook’s reaction to your costume. Taking the elevator, you hum to yourself and wait until you reach the first floor. You wonder what Wooyoung is dressed as. You know for a fact that the man is dressed up, he will never pass up a chance to show off his beauty.

Outside of your apartment complex you look around for Wooyoung’s car and spot it across the street. He spots you at the same time and climbs out of his car, whistling as he does so. Wooyoung is stunning in his white ruffled shirt. The loose sleeves cuff around his wrist, the collar is lined with lace, with a keyhole opening on his chest that he pairs with a black leather corset harness. His black dress pants hug him nicely and his freshly dyed black hair hangs just below his eyebrows. 

“Ooooooooh! Look at this sexy lil kitten. Hello, beautiful!” 

You roll your eyes and grin, stepping into Wooyoung’s arms as he hugs you tightly. Pulling away, you tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear and stare at Wooyoung’s hair.

“You look good. Black might just be your color.”

“Please,” Wooyoung pushes towards the other side of the car as he opens his door. “Any color is my color.” 

Once in the car, you buckle up and fiddle with your phone, “Can I DJ?” Wooyoung gives you permission and you giggle to yourself. You have yet to listen to Mark Tuan’s new EP ‘Fallen’, so what a perfect time to do it now. Syncing with the radio, you hit play and ‘Your World’ starts to play. 

“I don’t recognize the voice,” Wooyoung comments and you shake your head.

“Cause your taste in music is shit. This is Mark Tuan’s new EP.” 

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that. Would be a real shame if your door just magically opened, huh?”

You laugh and Wooyoung sucks his teeth, coming to a stop at a red light. Looking out the window, you notice that the clouds above are a pale grey color that carries the promise of a light shower later on.

“Who do you think is going to out their office romance this year?” Wooyoung’s voice pulls you from your thoughts and you shrug your shoulders. 

You remember from last year that your office manager and one of the newer interns wore matching Halloween costumes. They were the only workers dressed as Team Rocket from Pokemon. You haven’t really heard any dating rooms going around in your office but that doesn’t mean the rest of the office is innocent. 

“I heard Jungkook was going to be the Big Bad Wolf…not much creativity there.”

“Oh, you think?”

“If I was a fucking werewolf, I would pick something else-”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know…maybe a dog catcher?” 

You whip your head to the side to look at Wooyoung and he glances at you from the corner of his eye. 

“What? That’s pretty fucking clever!”

“I-I can’t believe you just said that.”

There is a small beat of silence before you and Wooyoung both start to laugh.

“Jungkook would rip you a new one if he heard that,” you wheeze, thankful that you used waterproof makeup since your eyes are tearing up.

“I mean, come on. That would be fucking iconic!”

You shake your head in disbelief and Wooyoung giggles. 

“So, I get that you’re a cat, but like, I have no idea what kind.”

“You really can’t tell what breed I am?” 

“I just said that.” Wooyoung shots you an unimpressed look and you sigh.

“Damn, I thought it was obvious. I’m a pallas cat!”

“A what?” 

“Oh come on, Woo! It’s my favorite animal of all time! It’s one of the tiny big cats.”

Wooyoung raises an eyebrow and shrugs his shoulders, “I’ll take your word for it, kitten.” 

Based on the company-wide email, the club is called Dionysus and the music rattles the windows of Wooyoung’s car as he finds a parking space. Outside there is a slight chill in the air, the scent of fried foods and sweat riding the current that creeps from the open door that leads into the club. With Wooyoung by your side, you make your way to the front of the line. People glare at the two of you but Wooyoung grabs your hand and gives it a firm squeeze. 

“Don’t worry about them. We have people inside waiting.” 

At the front of the line, a woman with startling electric blue eyes raises an eyebrow as Wooyoung walks up to her. There are a pair of black rounded ears on top of her head and you know that she is some kind of hybrid, but you aren’t sure what breed. Maybe a rodent of some short, you think she could be an opossum. She is dressed all back, with the club’s name written in silver cursive across her chest.

“You don’t see the line?” Her voice is sharp and Wooyoung shakes his head.

“We’re not trying to be late, our boss is expecting us. Blue & Grey Enterprise.” 

The woman nods her head and looks down at the clipboard in her hands, “Names?”

Wooyoung rattles off your names and she asks for ID before the two of you can enter the club. The club looks more like an opera house. It’s a large glass and iron building with beautiful ash-white archways, spicy grey pepper LVP flooring and an endless supply of natural light. Simple tracking light fixtures are placed through the club, spaced together in groups of two with elegant grey and white pendant lights hanging at tasteful intervals. There are two floors to the club and the moment you step through the doors, you feel like you have been transported to another world. 

It feels like the scene of a high budget movie. All around you, people are dancing with drinks in their hands. The lighting is a mix of blue, purple and red with smoke snaking around on the floor. The walls seemingly reflect the lighting, creating a mirror like effect that shimmers and glows. The air is warm but you can feel that the air conditioning is on somewhere, most likely on the second floor since heat rises. Large floor to ceiling silk curtains hang from up high, sheer and light in soft shades of cream that drink in the colors of the lights. 

“Come on, let’s find our group.” 

Wooyoung moves to the far edge of the dance floor, closer to the wall as he pulls you along behind him. In the corner elevated above the crowd, a large DJ box is suspended with hanging black ivy, fairy lights and a floating staircase. The DJ wears an oversized head piece that resembles a Greek statue with a gold and emerald circlet on top. The place is impressive and you wonder why the company chose such an extravagant place. Many people are dressed in costumes as you walk past and from the amount of skin shown you know that none of the people on the lower level are from your company. 

A set of steps leading to the upper level catch your eye and as you get closer, you notice that there is a guard dressed much like the woman from out front. The security guard stands with his arms crossed over his chest and he looks completely unphased by the strangers around him. Upon seeing you and Wooyoung, he narrows his eyes and Wooyoung shows his work ID. Following his lead, you do the same and the man nods his head before he unlatches the green and gold ivy rope that blocks off the upper floor.

“Enjoy yourselves tonight.”

Wooyoung releases your hand and motions for you to walk up before him. He blocks anyone’s eyes from staring at your butt and you giggle to yourself. Wooyoung is such a gentleman, you love him dearly. 

If you thought the lower level was something out of a movie then the upper level is pulled straight from the dreams of an elite designer. Dark wooden furniture with plush white and black setting, vines of ivy clung to the walls, golden ring lights are pressed into the ceiling with more of the white pendant lights hung in small clusters. A single bar top that runs the entire length of the room, is pressed against the wall. The counter is too far away to see but you wouldn’t doubt if it was marble.

You spot a few familiar faces and point out the coworkers to Wooyoung. The two of you head over to say hello before you search for your friends. 

“Oh my God, you made it!!!” 

Arms wrapped around your waist tightly, squeezing the breath from your lungs and when you look down, a bright red hood is all you see.

“Your costume is so cute! Are you a hybrid?” 

The body pulls away and those striking green eyes spark up at you. You take in the woman’s sultry makeup, the soft curls in her hair and the spillage of boob from the white ruffled blouse that has a black corset pushing everything upwards. 

“Tisha! You look…wait, are you Little Red?” 

You stare down at your coworker and you can feel the pride spilling off her as she grins and nods her head. Her curls bounce around her shoulders and you can’t help but laugh. Of course she would want to match with Jungkook.

“It suits you.” You look around and you don’t see Jungkook at all.

“Right! I just know Jungkook will love it!” Tisha smooths her hands over the red skirt of her dress and cocks an eyebrow. “So, what kind of hybrid are you?”

“A cat.”

“That’s so cute! You and Jungkookie always but heads, so it works too!”

“Huh?” 

Tisha waves her hand around and shrugs her shoulders, “You know what I mean, right? Like the two of you are always bickering.” You hum in agreement and she pulls at your arm as another smile takes over her face. “Let’s get a drink!”

Together, you head over to the bar and sure enough, the bar top is white and black marble. To your left you notice a familiar face, “Taehyung?”

The man turns at the sound of his name and mismatched brown eyes find yours. A boxy smile pulls at a set of lips and you find yourself smiling as well. If Taehyung is here then you know Jungkook isn’t too far behind. Taehyung’s eyes drink you in from head to toe and he nods his head, “A cat hybrid? Cute.”

“You think so?” You twirl around for Taehyung and he chuckles at the sight of your tail.

“You really put some effort into it.”

“Do you like my costume?” Tisha jumps into your conversation with Taehyung and his eyes slide over to her.

He raises an eyebrow and clicks his tongue, “Little Red…how original.”

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing at Taehyung’s unimpressed tone but Tisha is clueless. 

“I know Jungkook said he needed a Little Red to his Big Bad, so yeah. I thought it would work out.” Tisha gushes and Taehyung’s head tilts in confusion.

“Big Bad…like-like the wolf?” 

“Yeah, duh! What else would he be?”

Taehyung looks down at his outfit and you take the time to figure out what he could be. His usual dark brown hair is dyed a soft honey brown and cut into a mullet. His warm brown eyes are underlined in thick black liner with a black smudged smokey look and there is a tinted balm on his lips. A double chained necklace hugs his throat a little looser than the choker that you wear and it’s paired with a white tank top that hangs loosely around his frame. A leather jacket with silver studded sleeves really pulls the whole look together with simple black leather pants and chunky black boots. 

“Are you in a band?” You question and Taehyung grins.

“I’m the lead singer, pretty.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Tisha pouts and Taehyung takes a sip of his drink before he looks at Tisha.

“Oh really? And why is that?”

“Jungkook is the Big Bad Wolf. Why would you be a singer of a band?”

“I wonder?” Taehyung muses with a knowing look and you roll your eyes. “Can I get you a drink?” Taehyung offers and you laugh.

“It’s a company party, Tae. The drinks are free.”

Taehyung puts his hands up with a laugh, “Worth a shot.” Taehyung raises his hand to get one of the bar tender’s attention and when the young guy comes over, you order a whiskey sour while Tisha orders a tequila sunrise. The three of you chat for a while and Tisha looks bored.

“Where is Jungkook?” She asks for the umpteenth time and Taehyung ignores the question.

“Why don’t you go look for him, hmm? I’m sure he’s around here somewhere,” you offer seeing the way Taehyung’s jaw ticks.

Tisha scans the room and nods her head with a sigh, “Better than being here all night.”

When Tisha is out of sight Taehyung downs the rest of his drink and slams the glass down on the bar top.

“Thank fuck, she’s gone. Holy shit! How can she not take a hint? Damn!” Taehyung curses as he runs a hand through his hair. “Does she really think Jungkook likes her? I’ll kick his ass outta the pack, I swear to Luna!”

You laugh and slap Taehyung’s shoulder, “Shut up, you will not!” You shake your head and sip at your drink. “Besides, I’m sure that Jungkook is reaching his limit…assuming that this band you speak of, is with the whole pack?”

Taehyung ducks his head, trying to hide his smirk but you know him better by now. 

“What’s everyone’s role?”

“I’m the singer, Hoseok is lead guitar, Namjoon is bass, Jungkook is drums, Yoongi is keyboard, Seokjin is rhythm guitar and Jimin is our manager.”

You giggle and try to imagine the pack as full fledged rock stars.

“Can Hoseok even play the guitar?” 

Taehyung laughs as he shakes his head, “Nope, but he looks good holding one.”

“Who looks good?” 

That all too familiar voice creeps up behind you and you feel an arm being thrown around your shoulders. 

“Get off me, wolf boy!” 

Warm musk, with a slightly fresh and clean scent engulfs you as you are pulled into a tight embrace. 

“Oh, cat ears? Cute!” 

You push at the chest that is in front of you and when you can see light again, you glare up at Jungkook as he smirks down at you. You notice right away that Jungkook has two silver hoops in his lower lip and you swallow thickly. Jungkook’s eyes seem to darken as he looks down at you and before you can say anything he boops your nose with his index finger.

“Are you a pallas cat?” He steps closer and you feel his hand slide down the length of your spine, stopping at the small of your back, where your tail is clipped. “You even have a cute little tail. Such a cute little kitten…”

“S-Shut up! What happened to the big bad wolf, huh?” You poke at his chest and Jungkook pretends to be wounded as he backs away and stands by Taehyung’s side. 

At this distance you can take in his full costume, and honestly he looks good. His hair has been dyed black and style messily with wisps and spikes while a fringe hangs in his eyes. You assume that he is wearing clip-in to give himself a little more length in the back for his shorter mullet. Jungkook’s ears are completely adored in many silver hoops that are mismatched in size and style, along with a chunky chain necklace. 

He’s wearing a white graphic t-shirt tucked into a pair of plaid pants that have different shades of blue and red; with fabric straps buckled around each of his thighs. A matching jacket is worn over top and large black boots with five thick buckles complete his outfit. Taehyung said that Jungkook was the supposed drummer and he definitely looks the part.

“What? I’m still pretty big-”

“Shut up!” You snap as heat attacks your face and Jungkook just smirks while Taehyung laughs.

“Have you seen Tisha yet?” Taehyung asks and Jungkook raises an eyebrow.

“No…should I have?”

“For fuck shakes….” You whine and Taehyung chuckles.

“You’ll find out sooner or later.”

Wooyoung emerges from the crowd and throws himself at the bar. Sweat is beading along his forehead and his hair is now sticking to his face as he pants to catch his breath. You look at your friend and pat his back soothingly while raising your hand to order him a glass of water.

“So many people…and it’s not even just our company. There is another one here too.”

“I thought I didn’t recognize a lot of people,” Jungkook sighs and Wooyoung licks his lips.

“I don’t know how many times I’ve been hit on but someone grabbed my ass and I was done.”

“That fucking sucks.”

Everyone stares at Jungkook and his face heats up as he holds up his hands and shakes his head. “Oh my God! N-No, that’s not like…shit! That’s not what I meant. I wasn’t trying to be funny.” Jungkook stammers seeing that Wooyoung is dressed like a vampire.

“You’re so fucking stupid,” You laugh and Jungkook pouts while Taehyung just sips his new drink.

A piano playing a well known beat catches your ears and you perk up.

“I love this song!” You rush off to the dance floor without looking back and Jungkook growls seeing the different set of eyes following after you.

“Down, boy,” Taehyung teases and Wooyoung chokes on his water. “You can go if you want but Jimin and Hoseok are out there. The three of them together will be safe.”

Wooyoung nods in agreement and clears his throat, “When are you gonna drop the invite into the pack?” 

“It’s open-”

“Never.” Jungkook’s voice is flat as he glares at Taehyung and Taehyung just huffs with an eye roll. “A human can’t be in the pack. It isn’t safe.”

Weaving in and out of people, Tisha searches for Jungkook. She has not found a single man dressed as the Big Bad Wolf and she is starting to wonder if maybe Jungkook hasn’t arrived to the party yet. She met Taehyung at the bar and while walking around she sees Jimin and Hoseok on the dance floor. Seokjin, Namjoon and Yoongi are sitting at one of the booths with drinks in front of them, just chatting it up, but no Jungkook. 

Another thing that is bothering her is that the members of Jungkook’s pack are all dressed in a similar fashion. Eyeliner, smokey eyeshadows, leather and chains with black boots. She always thought that packs tended to do group costumes as part of their culture. It is in their blood to want to match or at least coordinate with each other.

Feeling thirsty, Tisha moves through the bodies around her and heads towards the bar. She spots Taehyung in the same spot that she left him but this time he is talking to another man. She cannot tell who it is from the back, but she knows that it isn’t Jungkook. Sighing, Tisha stands in front of the bar and ignores Taehyung and the other man as she orders a double shot of tequila with a long island iced tea as a chaser. 

“You okay, Tisha? You’re looking a little down.” 

Tisha’s eyes slide to the side and she sees Wooyoung looking at her with concern in his brown eyes. 

“I can’t find Jungkook anywhere!” Tisha whines and Taehyung sips his drink. This has nothing to do with him. “His whole pack is here but he is-”

Tisha spots movement in her peripheral coming towards Taehyung and then there is a brief pause. She turns her head and sure enough Jungkook is standing a few feet away looking at the phone in his hand. A smile starts to tug at Tisha’s lips as she takes a step towards Jungkook but she stops and looks at him. He isn’t dressed as the big bad wolf at all. If anything he’s dressed as some wannabe rockstar from the 80’s. 

“Hey…Jungkook?” Tisha calls out to him and Jungkook looks up from his phone. His eyes widen when he sees that Tisha is wearing a Little Red Riding Hood costume. “I-I thought you were gonna be a wolf?” 

“Oh, um…yeah. I was just joking around.”

Tisha bites her bottom lip and tilts her head to the side, “You look good. This is a different look. It’s very…different.”

“Thanks! I’m the drummer in the pack,” Jungkook winks and Tisha giggles.

“Yeah? Are you good at banging things?” 

Jungkook opens his mouth and quickly closes it before he rubs the back of his neck and Tisha’s eyes widen.

“Um, so-sorry, that came out wrong.”

Taehyung and Wooyoung share a look and before Taehyung can take pity on his pack mate, Jimin and Hoseok bust through the crowd of people with you right behind them. Jimin’s face is flushed and his eyes are ink black. Taehyung jumps to his feet and Jungkook is pulling you out of Hoseok’s grasp, pushing you behind himself.

“What happened?” Taehyung demands as he pulls Jimin into his arms. Jimin’s body melts, legs go weak and Taehyung helps him over to the bar. He sits Jimin in his chair and smooths the black hair from Jimin’s face. 

Hoseok runs a hand through his own shaggy brown hair that is also cut into a mullet as well. “Some asshole siren tried to corner her-” Hoseok points in your direction, “into leaving with him.”

“What?” Jungkook whips around to face you and grabs your arms, turning you every which way to make sure you are unharmed. “Are you okay? Did he touch you?”

“I’m fine, Jungkook.” You cup Jungkook’s face in between your hands, seeing that his eyes are now ruby red. “I promise. Jimin defended my honor.”

“I should have ripped that asshole’s head off!” Jimin hisses and Hoseok rubs his back as he nods his head in agreement.

“Why didn’t you?” Jungkook snaps and Hoseok clears his throat.

“We’re at a work event, Kook. Wouldn’t be a good look for our very human bosses to see us covered in blood.”

Jungkook grumbles under his breath and nuzzles into the palm of your hand. You smile and coo at him, scratching right behind his ear.

“Who’s a good boy?”

“Fuck off,” Jungkook laughs as he pushes you away from him and you notice Tisha standing at the bar for the first time.

“I need a drink,” Jimin mutters and Taehyung waves over the bartender.

“Anything you in the mood for?” Taehyung questions and Jimin shakes his head. “Shots for everyone?”

“Yes!”

“Bring it!”

Taehyung orders two rounds of shots and you all gather around Jimin. Holding a glass in your hand you stand beside Jungkook and grin as you all clink your glasses together. Downing your shot you curse as it spills out of your mouth a little and dribbles down your chin.

“Did you fucking miss your mouth?” Jungkook laughs and wipes at the corner of your mouth with his thumb. “Such a messy kitten, huh?” 

“Shut up!” You pout and your whole body shivers as the liquid makes its way through your body and warms your chest.

Jungkook brings his thumb to his mouth and sucks the extra liquor from his finger making your eyes widen, and before you can comment, Tisha speaks up.

“Are you two dating?” She asks, looking between you and Jungkook with narrowed eyes.

“What?”

“Excuse me?” 

You and Jungkook take a step away from each other while shaking your heads.

“Wolfie isn’t my type.” You lie through your teeth. Jungkook is every bit your type, but he doesn’t date humans.

“Yeah, not really feeling the whole easily killed bit,” Jungkook points out and Tisha’s whole face lights up.

“Jungkook?” Tisha calls his name and sets her glass on the bar top. “Can I talk to you for a moment please?”

Jungkook looks at Taehyung for help but he is ordering another round while Hoseok is making sure Jimin is okay. Wooyoung is watching it all unfold and you are ignoring Jungkook now since Tisha’s question. Jungkook sighs and steps to the side, making room for Tisha to walk past. 

“Lead the way,” Jungkook relents and follows Tisha in silence. 

“You think she’s gonna drop the bomb?” Wooyoung wonders as he knocks back a shot and your face scrunches up.

Tisha and Jungkook…yeah that won’t go over well with the pack. The pack is a family and it is hard to leave, so when a member starts to court someone, the pack has a huge say in the matter. None of Jungkook’s packmates like Tisha and Jungkook has voiced his grievances about Tisha to you many times. Overall you think Tisha is okay, but she is a bit spoiled and wants things her way. You glance up at the glass ceiling of the club and the clouds above are a little darker but you can still see some of the stars in the sky.

“I think Jungkook is fucking clueless about her feelings and might break her heart,” Taehyung voices and you suck your teeth. You hope he doesn’t make her cry, that would be embarrassing for everyone.

Outside on a balcony tucked behind large white and gold curtains, Tisha stands with Jungkook hidden in the dark of the night. The air is cool enough for goosebumps to appear on Tisha’s arms and Jungkook frowns. 

“We should get back inside quickly. You could get sick out here.”

Tisha smiles at Jungkook’s thoughtfulness and grabs the end of her cape before she hugs an arm around her body, underneath her breasts; surrounding herself in a little bit of warmth. Her free hand plays with a strand of hair and she looks up at the sky. Inhaling deeply before she lets it out, Tisha thinks of how she can start the conversation.

“It’s beautiful out tonight, right?” Her eyes fall to Jungkook and she watches in silence as Jungkook glances up at the stars, nodding his head in agreement. “I’ve always loved the night time, it’s so much more peaceful.”

Jungkook bites the inside of his lip, nibbling on the back of his lip ring as he listens to Tisha talk. He really doesn’t understand what she is trying to say but he’ll let her ramble if it makes her feel better.

“Jungkook can I…” Tisha sighs and tucks the strand of hair in her hand behind her ear. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

Jungkook’s brows raise and he stares at Tisha unsure if he wants to hear the question.

“Um, yeah…I guess.”

“Your pack. A-Are you together?”

“Huh?”

“Like romantically, are you together?” 

Jungkook’s mouth drops open and his eyes widen, “What? Nooooo! No, no, no-” He laughs and shakes his head, “Luna, no! They are more like my brothers than anything.”

“Really? You guys seem close.”

Jungkook tugs at his earlobe and fiddles with one of the earrings. “I mean that’s what a pack is. They know me better than anyone in the whole world. They look out for me and make sure I’m okay. And I do the same for them. It’s hard to explain to a human, but think of wolves as-” Jungkook hums as he thinks of the right term to use, “Soulmates. That’s pack. We all found each other in this crazy fucking world and we make each other better, as brothers.”

“And if you want to date outside of the pack?”

“Date? Yeah, that’s an option too. Just because we live together doesn’t mean that we can’t date or have a normal love life. Our partners become part of the pack and that’s really it.”

Tisha nods her head at the information and Jungkook rubs the back of his neck, not sure what else to say.

“Jungkook?”

“That’s me!” Jungkook tries to joke and Tisha smiles.

“I um, I-I really like you and I want to…well-” Tisha sighs and shakes her head before she steadies her nerves. “Would you like to go out with me?”

Jungkook stares at Tisha unblinking. He looks down at his shoes, over to the plant in the corner and back to Tisha’s shoes before he looks up into her face. She is staring with wide eyes, her mouth pressed into a weary smile as she waits for an answer.

Jungkook’s mouth opens and closes a few times before he clears his throat and huffs out a dry laugh. “That’s um, well you see-”

“You can pick the time and place. I don’t care where it is as long as I’m with you.” Tisha quickly interrupts and Jungkook licks his lips, fighting to figure out how to break her heart nicely. 

“Yeah, that’s not the issue, Tisha.”

“Do you want me to pick the place?” Tisha’s eyes seem to sparkle in the low lighting of the stars and artificial candle flames that sit in old iron lanterns. 

“You’re not understanding me.” Jungkook sighs and licks his lips before he kicks at the ground with the toe of his boot. “I’m not going to date you…ever.”

“Wh-What? B-But, why? You’re single and I’m single.”

“Yeah, but I’m not attracted to you. I never was and I’m sorry if I ever gave you that impression but-”

“Is it someone at work? Do you like someone else?”

“What?”

Jungkook’s eyes double in size and Tisha laughs something hollow and cold. In the green of her iris, small wisps of smoke start to swirl around in her eyes as the wind around them picks up.

“Who is it, Jungkook? Who can’t let you go? You belong with me!” Tisha shouts above the wind as it starts to moan and groan. Leaves and debris from the street are whisked into the air and thrown about. “Who?!” Tisha demands and Jungkook shakes his head.

“What are you doing, Tisha? Stop it! You’re going to hurt someone!” Jungkook takes a step forward and Tisha shoves her arm out. A strong gust of wind knocks Jungkook back onto his ass and his eyes glow red as he glares at the woman before him.

“If you won’t tell me who it is then everyone shall suffer!”

“What?!” 

Jungkook watches in horror as the clouds above darken into a deep grey, almost black and circle over the club. A sudden bolt of lightning strikes the building and the whole place is plunged into darkness before the clouds start to thicken and drop down into a cyclone with the club being in the eye of the storm.

“I can’t date you, Tisha!” Jungkook yells as he forces himself to half shift, his nails elongating enough to dig into the concrete beneath him. “You’re human. Witch or not, it wouldn’t work!”

“That’s a lie!” Tisha shouts and another bolt of lightning strikes the building, this time a deep emerald green color. Green smoke falls from the cycling and there are sudden screams from inside. Jungkook’s eyes dart towards the doors and his heart pounds in his chest, he can feel his pack mate’s fear through their bond. Suddenly everything inside goes quiet. The screams, the music, everything is deathly still and Jungkook’s eyes shift to red.

“What did you do?” Jungkook demands. He can’t feel his packmates anymore. Tisha grins and it’s wrong. Twisted and crazed as she licks her lips.

“This is your punishment, Jeon Jungkook! Suffer with everyone else!” Tisha hisses and crackles something wicked before she disappears in a green poof of smoke. The clouds lighten and thin out and shortly after like the play button on a remote had been pressed the lights in the club come back on.

“Jungkook?!”

“Kookie!?” 

Namjoon and Seokjin’s voice call his name over the music, closer to the door. Jungkook glances at where Tisha stood, scared that she will harm his packmates even when he cannot smell her. 

“Jungkook?!”

Arms wrap around Jungkook, the scent of pack, his pack floods his senses and his body slowly untenses from the unease that grips his heart. He is stuck staring at the spot where Tisha was standing and Namjoon waves his hand in front of his face.

“Jungkook, what the fuck happened? We felt your fear from inside…are-are you okay?” Seokjin looks over Jungkook’s body while Namjoon searches the balcony for anything unnatural. 

There is a scent in the air, heartache, longing and such ire. Namjoon rubs his nose and sneezes, shaking his head as he walks back over to Seokjin who is helping Jungkook stand on his own two feet. 

“What happened?” Seokjin asks once more and Jungkook shakes his head. He doesn’t believe it himself.

“Hyung…Tisha is a witch. I-I think she put a curse on me?”

“What?!” Namjoon and Seokjin both shout and stare at Jungkook in disbelief; he is just as shocked. Witches aren’t rare but they tend to work and live within their coven. To have a lone witch…Tisha must be very powerful.

“We need to contact Hyunwoo and-”

Someone screams from inside the club and the sound of glass shattering fills the air before growls, hisses and more screams pour out into the night air.

The three of them share a look and rush inside, scared for the rest of their packmates. Inside the club, a million different scents assault their noses. Strong scents of fear, confusion and bloodlust are hard to ignore.

“What the fuck is happening?” Seokjin gasps as he sees creatures being held down out all over the place. 

The sharp scent of death catches Namjoon’s attention and he growls low in his chest, “Pack!” 

Seokjin and Jungkook rush after him as Namjoon barrels through the bodies, pushing everyone out of his way. At the bar, Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi are acting as a living barricade around Hoseok who is holding your unconscious body as Wooyoung hisses, his eyes are black with red spider veins pulling at his pale skin, and there are razor sharp fangs dripping venom in his mouth.

Jungkook blinks a few times and rubs at his eyes. No, there’s no way. Wooyoung isn’t a vampire, he’s human like you…Jungkook looks past his packmates and his breath catches in his throat. The grey ears on top of your head twitch and flicker in his direction before Hoseok’s red eyes find him.

“What the fuck?!” Jungkook growls under his breath and Hoseok is just as confused.

“We need to get out of here, now!” Yoongi growls as he shoves Wooyoung back, sending the fledgling into the nearest table.

Wooyoung picks himself up and snarls, his teeth dripping venom and before he can attack, another vampire, much older and more powerful (Jungkook thinks his name is San) grabs him and uses his own power to put him under.

“Thank you.” Yoongi gives the vampire a firm nod and they all turn to your unconscious form in Hoseok’s arms.

“We leave now.” Taehyung leaves no room for debate and they all form a barrier around you and Hoseok.

“Oh my God! It’s BTS!!” Someone’s voice shouts over all the chaos and all at once, all eyes in the place are focused on Jungkook and his pack.

“Huh?” Hoseok looks around confused, he isn’t sure what is going on. BTS? Yeah, that’s what they decided to call their little band for the night. It’s short for Bangtan Sonyeondan, something Namjoon and Yoongi came up with on the fly.

“Jungkook, marry me!”

“Yoongi, marry me!”

All over everyone is screaming their names, shouting for their attention and are forcefully restrained by security guards. One guard comes up to them and others clear a path for the group to be led down the steps and onto the first floor.

The pack looks at Taehyung and he nods his head, his face void of any emotion. Hoseok tightens his hold around you and together, BTS walk through the cleared path and down the steps. The DJ from before is completely marble and stands frozen in time. Jungkook’s eyes widen as he follows the group and notices that they are being led to a stage that he didn’t notice in the midst of everyone dancing before.

As Taehyung steps onto the stage, the others follow suit. Hoseok silently hands you over to Jimin and pats his shoulder. 

“Keep her safe…” 

Jimin shifts you in his arms while the rest of the pack go up on stage and his nose wrinkles as lime zest and cane sugar tickle his senses. A faint milky undertone sits at the base of the scent and Jimin growls low. Omega. 

On stage, Taehyung steps up to the mic and clears his throat.

“Uh…yeah. So, we’re BTS and I honestly have no fucking clue what is going on. But, whatever! We’re here and it would be a waste to pass up such a nice stage.”

Jimin snorts at Taehyung’s words. Something has happened and while he isn’t sure what, Jimin can smell the ever subtle trace of magic in the air. The pack all look at each other and take their positions, Jungkook sits behind a drum set, Hoseok and Seokjin grab guitars, Namjoon picks up a bass and Yoongi stands behind a keyboard. 

Taehyung howls into the mic and Jungkook comes behind him on the drums. Namjoon’s fingers pluck at the strings of his bass while Seokjin starts the rhythm and soon the whole band is playing as Taehyung sings.

I can feel you, I can hear you, howling in my bones

There’s an evil lurking in the dark (there’s an evil lurkin’ in the dark)

Ever shifting, skin is ripping, as you take control

I can’t tell where you end and where I start (there’s an evil lurkin’ in the dark)

Namjoon and Jungkook act as the backing vocals, giving the song an added layer of dark mystery.

A ferocious diagnosis, under moonlit hands, will

The man become the monster or the monster become man?

Seokjin sings in a higher register than Taehyung and the crowd is eating it up.

I could be up all night, but I’m paralyzed when the creature comes alive

'Cause it’s fight or fright, in the full moonlight

You can run but you can’t hide

I could be honest, I could be human

I could become the silver bullet in your head

But no one can break my heart like I can

(Werewolf)

As Yoongi howls and the band continues to play, you start to stir in Jimin’s arms. Your eyes open, squinted and blinking rapidly as you try to adjust to the lighting. Jimin coos down at you, nuzzling his nose against yours with a pensive smile on his face.

“Hey, welcome back.”

You groan in response and Jimin carefully lowers you to the floor, keeping an arm around your waist as strength comes back to your legs. Everything is loud, so, very loud. The lighting is making you feel sick as well and the top of your head feels like it’s on fire. You reach up to scratch at your scalp and Jimin quickly grabs your hand.

“Wait…j-just wait a minute.” 

“It itches! This headband needs to go.” You whine and Jimin nods his head in understanding.

“Right…the headband.” 

Jimin lets go of your hand and you eye him weary as you reach up to snatch the headband from your head. You touch something soft and your whole body shivers, your stomach twisting into knots.

Bleed the neon from the bite marks, ever bittersweet

Smile for the camera but don’t flash your teeth (everybody loves a mystery)

Let the bodies hit the dance floor to this heartbreak beat

I feel like somebody’s watchin’ me (feels like everybody’s watchin’ me)

Seductively destructive, we are true romance

Does the man become the monster or the monster become man?

Your head snaps to the side and your eyes widen at the sight of Jungkook and his pack performing on stage. You remember Taehyung telling you that Hoseok could not play the guitar, but you can’t tell from how he is shredding away. Your eyes jump from member to member and they are each playing the instrument that Taehyung has told you about. You never knew that Jungkook could even play the drums.

“What is even going on?” You whisper, feeling like this has to be some kind of dream. 

You look at Jimin to ask a question and gasp, flinching when you feel a sharp pain in your lower back. A hiss spills from your lips and Jimin eyes you critically. Your eyes start to water and you don’t understand why you are in pain. Jimin’s eyes soften in understanding and he moves you to stand in front of him.

“One moment, kitten.” 

Jimin forces his nails to grow and pinches the fabric of your bodysuit between his fingers. Carefully he rips the fabric at the base of your spin and you shiver as his fingers wrap around something that wasn’t there before. You feel Jimin pull something out of your bodysuit and the pain is gone.

“Feel better, kitten?” 

“Um…yeah. W-What did you do? What did you pull-” You jump at the feeling of Jimin’s hands on your…it’s not your butt but it’s pretty close. Turning your head to look over your shoulders, your hazel cat eyes double in size at the sight of a grey tail. “Is that-”

“You’ve got a tail to match your pretty ears…”

“I-I…what is happening to me?”

Jimin wraps his arms around your waist and holds you as you slowly start to fall apart. Your thoughts are running a mile a minute, you don’t understand what has happened. One minute you were joking with Wooyoung and the next everything was pitch black and you suddenly had the worst headache of your life. Wooyoung dropped to the floor unconscious and when you checked for a pulse there wasn’t one. 

Your head still hurts and when you go to rub it once more, you feel soft fur as it tickles your fingertips. Ears…you have real animal ears on top of your head where your headband should be.

Jimin nuzzles his nose into your neck and you purr, your body feeling lax as you lean against his chest. Jimin hums deep in his chest and inhales a lungful of your new scent.

“Mmmmm. You’re a hybrid from the smell of it, kitten…and you smell wonderful.”

“A-A hybrid? But, how? This has to be a dream.”

“That we’re all in and aware of?” Jimin muses and you gulp. He has a point there. Maybe this is more like a nightmare. “Let’s just roll with it for now and we can figure out what the fuck is going on after. Right now no one is trying to kill, attack or fuck anyone, so I’ll take that small victory.”

“What are the guys going to do?”

“What do you think? We’re BTS, the world famous rock band!”

The name rings a small bell deep in your subconscious and slowly, song after song plays in your mind. BTS, Bangtan Sonyeondan. Yes, you remember now. BTS is a band that you work with…no. No, that can’t be right. It doesn’t make sense. Why would BTS work at your company? Your mind is starting to feel hazy, molasses slow as the memories of the pack start to shift into fleeting meetings and longing stares shared through a screen. What are you even doing here by their manager’s side?

The song changes and Namjoon howls. It makes your ears twitch and your eyes focus on the drummer, Jungkook as he starts to move around.

보름달 아래서

허벅지를 꼬집고

참아야 하는 거야 no

옆에 누워있는

살짝 비춰지는

널 어떻게 해야 돼

Taehyung growls the word “wolf” low into the mic and your tail wraps around your waist as Jungkook howls. On the second “wolf” the whole band howls along with the other werewolves in the club. Beside you, Jimin smirks and throws his arm over your shoulder.

“Shall we get a drink? The others will come up when they are done.”

“S-Sure…” You struggle to find your footing as Jimin grabs your hand and pulls you through the mass of bodies with two members of security tagging along. As you walk up the steps to the second floor, you feel the haze of your mind lifting. You shake your head trying to clear the lingering effects of whatever was going on downstairs and Jimin helps you sit at the bar. He keeps a hand on your lower back, just above your tail and tells you to sit forward on the stool, so that your tail isn’t squished. You take his advice and Jimin nods, proud of himself as he sits beside you.

“Water?” Jimin offers and you hum in agreement. Water sounds like the safest choice since you still have no idea what is going on. 

“How long will this-” You motion to your ears and wiggle your tail behind you, “Last? I don’t know if I can take the amount of smells coming at me.”

Jimin coos with a frown and places a hand on your knee, “We’ll figure something out. As a demon, my nose is better attuned to curses and there is magic in the air. It’s faint but there.”

“A curse did this?!” You stare at Jimin in disbelief. “Who would even want to do this?”

“You’d be surprised.” Jimin laughs and runs a hand through his ink black hair. “It has been quite a while since I’ve seen a spell of this caliber. To affect everyone, both human and mystic alike…I hate to say it but I’m impressed.”

“Says the demon that just became the manager of a famous band,” You frown and Jimin chuckles. 

“What can I say? I’m blessed!” 

Jungkook is panting by the time he walks off the stage with the rest of his pack. His hair is plastered to his forehead by sweat and the jacket he had on is now draped over one of his arms. He knows his graphic t-shirt is soaked, he can feel it stick to his chest, abs and back. It’s a gross feeling but the cheering from everyone in the club is worth it. As he heads up the steps that lead to the second floor, Jungkook feels his inner wolf pace around. The animal is uneasy and Jungkook cannot remember why.

Reaching the second floor, Jungkook easily spots Jimin and sees that he is talking to what looks to be a hybrid. Needing a bottle of water, Jungkook makes his way to the bar and the scent of freshly zested limes dusted in cane sugar smacks him in the face. The wolf inside purrs in content and presses at the forefront of his mind. Jungkook’s eyes shift to red and Jimin’s gaze meets his own. The demon grins, his teeth gleaming in the lighten as he licks his lips and says something to the hybrid before him.

The hybrid turns in their seat and piercing hazel cat eyes stare into Jungkook’s very soul. The ears on top of your head twitch and your tail quivers, your chest rumbles with a loud purr and Jungkook is standing in front of you in the blink of an eye. 

“Kitten…wow.” Jungkook’s eyes glance up at your ears and heat creeps up the back of your neck and runs fire hot under your cheeks. 

You duck your head to gather your thoughts, unable to think straight with Jungkook looking right at you but he isn’t having that. Lifting your chin with his index and middle finger, Jungkook growls in warning and narrows his eyes.

“Eyes on me-”

The faintest hint of sweetened milk invades Jungkook’s olfactory and he leans forward, grazing his nose along the pink leather of the choker around your throat. Your breath catches in your throat as Jungkook inhales deeply and you whine, your tail flicking around behind you. 

Jimin slides off his bar stool and disappears into the bodies that are on the second floor. He knows when he isn’t needed. 

A hot dampness, pressed against your neck, the choker in the way, guarding most of the skin as Jungkook samples your new scent gland. You shiver and Jungkook’s inner wolf howls.

“Omega.”

Jungkook’s nose presses against the choker and he inhales again, your scent creating a warmth deep in his stomach that makes all the blood rush to the knot in his pants. 

“A-Alpha?”

The title is a high pitched whine, a mix between a purr and cry. Jungkook growls as your sent spikes, the cane sugar now much sweeter and it makes his mouth water.

“What do you want, Omega?” Jungkook flicks his tongue against your choker and nips at the leather with his teeth. You can feel the warmth of his breath as he breathes against the moist skin. Jungkook hums in question as you remain silent, your scent becoming sweeter and sweeter as the seconds pass. “Tell, Alpha, pretty kitten. Tell Alpha what you want.”

“K-Knot. Want A-Alpha’s knot!”

Jungkook’s wolf claws to the surface, determined to answer his sweet omega’s call as your body trembles in front of him. Jungkook grabs hold of your hand and tugs you towards the restrooms. Kicking the door open to the women, Jungkook shoves you inside and snarls at an older bird hybrid that is coming out of the men’s room. He slams the door shut and clicks the lock in place before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. 

Your senses are in overdrive, your body feels too hot and you feel a gush of liquid spill from between your legs. You whine at the feeling, not used to the heady scent coming off of Jungkook or the wetness between your legs. 

“I know, ‘mega.” Jungkook huffs with a chuckle as he pulls his dick free from his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Keeping his back towards you, Jungkook bites his lip as his groin tingles and he starts to pee on the floor by the door, the liquid seeping under the crack of the door and spilling out into the hallway. Jungkook grumbles as his wolf yips in delight. Now, no one will try to come into the bathroom. He gave them a clear warning that this place is his and soon he will show everyone that the omega is his as well.

“Wolfie!” 

Jungkook tucks himself back into his pants and spins on the heel of his boots. There you are looking like sin. Your chest is heaving, sweat is beaded on your forehead and your hazel cat eyes are blown wide. What a pretty sight, his pretty little kitten. Jungkook walks over to you, his boots landing heavily against the floor before he is standing in front of you. Jungkook’s large hand wraps around your throat and you whimper, widen your legs as he steps closer. You can feel the heat of his body through your clothing, you can feel the stiffness of his dick and it makes your mouth water.

“Messy kitten,” Jungkook coos and licks at the corner of your mouth. You didn’t even realize that you were drooling. You part your lips and turn your head slightly, as best you can with his grip on your throat. You greet his tongue with yours and Jungkook groans at the taste of you. He licks into your mouth, exploring every crevasse as he devores your moans, swallowing them down like a sweet treat. Fingers dig into your hip and you gasp as he pulls you flush against him, his thigh pressing right into your clothed clit. 

Grinding his thigh against you, Jungkook relishes in the soft wet squishing sound your pussy makes as the fabric becomes soaked. The light grey fabric darkens in one spot and Jungkook groans as you nip at his pierced lip with your newly sharpened teeth. 

“Easy, kitten.”

“K-Knot me Alpha! Want your knot!” You beg, your hips starting to jerk against his thick and corded thigh. 

“Make it messy for me, kitten.” Jungkook mummers as he trails his lips up your jaw to the lobe of your ear. “Ruin these pants and I’ll knot your pretty pussy.” Jungkook takes your lobe between his teeth and tugs it lightly. “Can you do that?”

“Y-Yes! Yes, Alpha!” 

You grab at Jungkook’s t-shirt, fisting the material in your hands as you start to grind down on his thigh harder. Jungkook looks down his nose at you, watching you get yourself off with little to nothing but the promise of his knot. The wolf inside is happily wagging its tail and howls. Your scent is maddening, Jungkook wishes he would have told you to ride his face and not his thigh. You start to pant more, soft moans and fevered ‘ah, ah, ahs’ fill the air as you reach closer and closer to your release. 

Jungkook takes pity on you, he reaches between your bodies and presses his thumb right against your clit adding more pressure. Your back bows and you yowl in pleasure as your stomach tightens forcing more liquid to spill from you. Your walls tighten around nothing but that’s okay. The promise of Jungkook’s chock eases the ache and as you shiver from the afterglow of your release, Jungkook removes his thigh and rips your bodysuit right down the middle.

You yelp from sudden display of strength and Jungkook chuckles as your scent grows even sweeter. Grabbing your hips, Jungkook spins you around and pushes your outfit off your shoulders. It gathers at your hips and catches on your tail which makes Jungkook growl as he rips the suit once more. It falls to ribbons at your feet but you don’t care about that. What you care about are the set of red eyes drinking in the baby pink lingerie that does very little to hide your body in the bathroom mirror.

“Fuck…” Jungkook’s hand rakes up your sides and slides forward, cupping your breasts and squeezing them before he licks at the side of your neck. “Look at you, so fucking sexy. So fucking-” Jungkook tweaks your nipples between his fingers and chuckles as your tail swats at his side.

“Fucking perfect for me.” Jungkook pulls the bra down, letting your breasts spill out over the fabric before he slides a hand down the front of your body and teases the apex of your thighs.

“I can smell you from here kitten.” Jungkook slaps your thigh twice and you part your legs, giving him access to your dripping core. Cupping your sex, Jungkook pushes the thong to the side and teases two of his fingers between your lips. You shiver at the warmth and your eyes flutter closed. “Eyes on me!” Jungkook demands with a quick slap to your thigh. 

Opening your eyes, you watch as Jungkook drags his hand from between your legs and lifts it up to eye level. You can see your arousal coating his fingers in a clear fluid that is sticky as he separates his fingers creating a thin spider-like web between them. You watch, mouth dropping open as Jungkook licks his index finger with the flat of his tongue before he sucks his middle finger into his mouth. His eyes never leave yours as he releases his fingers and trails them down the length of your body. It disappears behind you and you can feel Jungkook shifting around before the warmth of his bare thighs grazes your ass and tail.

You lean forward, back arched with your ass poking out, chest nearly spilling into the cool white porcelain of the sink. Biting his lip, Jungkook purrs in approval and grabs your ass in his hands. He squeezes the globes of flesh tightly, his eyes falling to the smooth-looking skin. He glances at your reflection in the mirror to make sure that you are still looking at him. He smirks and delivers a quick slap to your right cheek. You whine at the slight pain, but it makes your walls clench, more of your arousal seeping from between your legs. Jungkook giggles, fucking giggles as he soothes the sore spot with his hand and nibbles on his lip piercing.

“Gonna make sure you’re fucking always full, kitten. Can’t wait to cream this pussy and plug you with my fat knot.”

Before you can even beg, the heat from Jungkook’s cock shuts you up as the tip slides between your folds and kisses your entrance. One single push and Jungkook bottoms out, your walls stretching with a dull pain that makes you whimper in delight.

“Shhhiiiit!” Jungkook groans, his head falling forward as he starts to thrust his hips shallowly. The warmth of your pussy is addicting, the smooth endless glide of your slick is everything and more that Jungkook has ever imagined. Looking at the way your pussy stretches around his cock, Jungkook tightens a hand on your hip; his fingers digging into the flesh as he picks up speed.

Skin on skin, wet and loud. Squashling, squeezing, dripping, and warm, so fucking warm. Jungkook’s eyes zone in on the tail at the small of your back and licks his lips. Running a hand down your spine, he grabs the base of your tail and gives it an experimental tug. Your walls wrap around him in a vice, daring him to move as a full body orgasm is ripped out of you. Your toes curl, your eyes slam shut and you scream, your hazel eyes now a vibrant blue as your canines grow double in size.

“F-fuck!” Jungkook smacks his lips as he continues to fuck into your pussy. “That’s in ‘mega. Make it creamy, baby.” Jungkook’s voice is deeper, more of a hiss as the thin white translucent slick from your pussy circles the base of his dick, covering his half-formed knot.

Jungkook’s eyes shift to red and his words slowly fade away, giving room for more growls and snarls as his wolf takes over. Another wave of pleasure washes over your body. Your back arches and your tail wraps around Jungkook’s wrist as you plead for his knot, begging him to plug your needy hole. 

Slamming into you, Jungkook feels the way your womb opens up to him, the way it craves his seed and that spurs him on. Gripping your hair, Jungkook pulls you upward and groans as your walls pulse around his dick. His teeth ache, feeling too big for his mouth, just the right size for the empty spot over your scent glade.

“Mine!” Jungkook growls as his knot starts to swell to the size of a softball. “Mine…mine!” The round base pushes against your entrance and your legs shake as your pussy is stretched even more to accommodate his size. Licking his lips, Jungkook howls as his knot pops into you with a loud squish and you scream as his teeth sink into the meat of your neck. Wetness sprays from around Jungkook’s knot, your walls squeeze, push and pull, trying to force him out and keep him in. It’s a painful mixture of pleasure that has you seeing stars, and when the hotness of Jungkook’s seed fills your womb, you shiver.

Your neck stings, burns something awful before a cooling numbness spreads and seeps deep into your veins.

Love. 

Want. 

Need. 

Mine. 

Mine. 

Mine. 

Blue eyes meet red ones in the mirror and your inner cat curls into a little ball of soft, soft warmth. Tears blur your vision as Jungkook releases your neck. His tongue is rougher as it licks at the open wound and he shushes you, rubbing his hands up and down your back before he gathers you in his arms as best he can with his knot still locking the two of you together. 

“Shhh, kitten. It’s okay, I got ya. I’m here.” Jungkook tilts your head and licks your tears away, pressing his lips to your cheek and inhaling the scent of you and him. The wound on your neck has closed over, no longer bleeding but it isn’t fully healed. It’s an ugly shade that you know will take some time to go away but you will wear it with pride.

Tears spill over your eyes and Jungkook’s scent changes as he starts to panic. “I’m sorry, fuck! I’m sorry…I didn’t ask!”

You don’t care about that, not really. You have loved Jungkook for so long, and you pray that this isn’t some stick and twisted nightmare. Jungkook always says that he will never date a human because they are too fragile and he cannot always control his wolf. You understood that you had no place beside Jungkook other than as his friend… But now?

“W-What happens now?” You cry, gripping onto Jungkook’s forearm as he holds you up right. “I’m…I’m not a real hybrid-”

“Hey, hey! No, none of that kitten.” Jungkook presses a million kisses to your cheek and hugs you tightly.

“You won’t want me when I change back.”

“I will always want you…” Jungkook drops his forehead to your shoulder and kisses your new mating mark. “I love you.”

“W-what?” 

Hot tears stream down your naked back and Jungkook sniffles.

“I love you. I-I don’t care if this is temporary.” 

Your lower lip wobbles and you shake your head unable to understand. Jungkook loves you…but-

“Jimin and Hoseok will figure it out. They’re demons, this is their shit.”

“And if they can turn me back?” You ponder and Jungkook picks his head to look into your eyes through the mirror.

“It is your call, kitten. I will love you either way. The mating mark will not go away…we can figure it all out.”

Jungkook’s knot starts to deflate and he carefully pulls away from you before he spins you around and tugs you into his arms. His lips are soft as he kisses you breathless. Love, so much love is poured into the kiss and you melt into his body.

“I love you, Jungkook.” You whisper against his lips and Jungkook smiles, his nose scrunching up as he nuzzles against your mating mark.

A knock at the door makes both of you jump and Jungkook growls loudly.

“Are you done yet?” Yoongi’s voice comes from the other side of the door. “The Ward of Magic is here!” He informs you and your eyes widen. The Ward of Magic? They only come when a serious crime has been committed. 

“Do you have my jacket?” Jungkook calls out and Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“Right here, Kookie.”

Jungkook steps away and pulls his shirt off over his head. He eyes your body and looks down at his shirt…Ripping the shirt a few times and making a couple of knots, Jungkook holds out what is now a cute and edgy skirt. You quickly put it on, pull your tail through a rip and keep your back towards the door while Jungkook grabs his jacket from Yoongi.

“For fucksake, Kook! Put your dick away!” The pack alpha scolds and Jungkook slams the door in his face. You giggle upon turning around and seeing that Jungkook’s ears are tinted in embarrassment. 

Jungkook holds out his jacket and you slip your arms into it. Carefully, you remove your shoes and Jungkook snickers as you step out of your destroyed body suit. Shoving your feet back into your shoes, you head into the stall and quickly clean yourself up while Jungkook does the same. 

“Ready?” Jungkook questions, his large boba eyes filled with fierce determination.

“Ready.” 

Hand in hand, you and Jungkook exit the bathroom and Yoongi is waiting against the wall with a small smile on his lips.

“Welcome to the pack, kitten.” He giggles, seeing the mating mark on your neck, and Jungkook licks his lips. He knew that his whole pack would feel it the moment he bit you, but having the pack alpha’s approval makes a weight in his chest lift. Jungkook nudges you to head out first, so that he can speak with Yoongi alone. Yoongi raises an eyebrow and quickly scruffs Jungkook on the neck gently. “Guess you were blessed with a curse huh?”

[bts-siwan]

www.s!nea-at-d-day-concert-moments.com

agust d - snooze ft. s!nea

on the last day of the kspo dome tour, everyone had ended up believing that siwan wouldn’t be attending the extended tour because he probably had something else scheduled that he couldn’t get out of, so notice everyone’s surprise when the man had walked up on that stage singing his part in snooze ( for context: instead of woosung collaborating on this song, siwan is instead ).

yoongi was actually unaware of siwan attending the concert in the first place because when he’d asked siwan if he was free, the younger had said he wasn’t. this had in fact been a ploy however, and something yoongi’s band had reached out to siwan to request prior so that they could surprise yoongi when he would walk up on that stage.

yoongi was genuinely shell shocked for a moment when he heard siwan’s voice harmonise with him out of nowhere, taking his ear piece out and everything because he thought he was imagining things until he turned around to bare witness to siwan walking up to him as he sang. yoongi immediately was wide eyed, stunned, before he broke out into a smile and sang along with siwan.

honestly yoongi has always been siwan’s biggest hype man. he was bopping his head to siwan’s verses, jumping around and creating ad libs and encouraging everyone to scream for him.

towards the end of the song, el capitxn had picked up the mic to inform siwan and all the armys in the dome of how yoongi had been disappointed and sad when siwan had mentioned that he wasn’t gonna be able to make it to the concert. this ended up making the rapper turn pink, complaining and trying to get yijeong to shut up. siwan couldn’t help but to smile fondly, saying “there’s nothing more important to me than you, hyung.”

s!nea - 1393

after finishing snooze, yoongi had informed him to sing any song he was comfortable with, before leaving the stage. this meant armys were in for one hell of a ride when siwan chose 1393; a song dedicated to his sister and suicidal youth, and named after one of the suicide prevention hotlines in south korea. siwan had never had the courage to sing this song live like this, but with the comforting cheers from everyone in the crowd, he was able to shake off his nerves.

his voice had cracked a few times throughout the song as he tried to hold himself back from crying. his eyes were glossy on the big screen and so armys collectively started chanting the all loving “everything will be okay” to him, causing him to smile and nod through his pain, pushing through to the very end.

after the song had ended, armys were cheering very loudly as siwan wiped his tears and gave a big, big bow as he thanked everyone. he had given a little speech saying “i wrote this song for someone very dear to me. my sister- you guys are probably aware, right? i lost my little sister to suicide a few years ago. this song is for her and everyone in the same situation as her. you’re not alone. i’m by your side.”

siwan was completely overwhelmed after this song, but luckily for him, yoongi was also running high on emotions tonight. he simply couldn’t hold himself back at that moment, hearing siwan’s words backstage, and so he’d made his way back onto the stage and pulled siwan into a tight hug in front of thousands of people at the dome as they cried into each other’s shoulders.

meeting the boys once again

upon finishing his role on stage, siwan had chosen to stay for the rest of the concert. he had caught wind of some of the other members being here, having already witnessed namjoon performing before him and so he was able to find a seat with the rest of them in the crowd.

he saw namjoon first as he excused himself towards the boys, ruffling his hand over the buzzed haircut namjoon was sporting before the male pulled siwan into a tight hug, telling him he was proud of siwan up on stage tonight and that “she’d be happy to hear you’re always by her side, wanie.” causing siwan to hug him tighter. he then proceeded to compliment namjoon up on stage too before asking him how things were going.

and then, the man moves onto hoseok and seokjin, saluting the duo respectfully and yet cheekily as they do the same back. they then each pull siwan into a hug, telling him he did well on stage before they share sentiments on how much they’ve missed each other. siwan also compliments the boys on their clearly developed physiques, saying “i think you guys have gotten bigger than me.” to which they deny, instead saying “i can’t imagine how you’ll look at the end of your training when you’re already so big.”

armys and the light stick + end of concert

during dear my friend ( a song that pains siwan because he has to see yoongi in pain ) and amygdala, he was using the flashlight on his phone as a makeshift army bomb in order to show his support since, well, he didn’t exactly think to bring a light stick.

the armys closest to him at the concert were all very sweet however, and noticed siwan’s predicament, offering him a light stick in their place. he had bowed continuously after being initially startled, saying thanks over and over again because he was so grateful to be able to cheer his lifelong partner in crime like this.

towards the end of the concert, siwan had asked who his army bomb belonged to, and ended up signing it as his way of saying thank you once again. he waved to everyone on his way out of the dome, blowing kisses, holding fans’ hands and bowing politely.

yoongi’s end of concert weverse live

after taking a photo with the rest of the hyung line before their departure, siwan had decided to tune in on yoongi’s live, commenting about how cute the older was over the whole tattoo situation saying “don’t play innocent with armys. we all know what you’re like~” etc. and complimenting his muscles.

yoongi called siwan ‘a pain in the ass’ basically lmao, but used politer language. he then mentioned how he was supposed to be catering to armys right now so siwan needed to stop being so distracting since he couldn’t help but check the comments siwan would send. he even tried to get the man to leave the live at one point lol.

yoongi informed armys that he would be going out with the members later by telling siwan “yah, i’ll see you and the others for a drink later, won’t i? so get out of here. give me some time alone with army.”

in the end, siwan didn’t actually end up leaving and instead stayed quiet throughout the rest of the live, meaning he heard yoongi making those last teasing remarks when the older had thought siwan left lol. the live wasn’t particularly long.

the boys all later went out together ( although they weren’t spotted by any armys ) and apparently siwan had cried a little bit again over knowing yoongi’s departure to the military is very soon. they spent hours together until the sun had started rising into the next day.

the selca

future’s gonna be okay

TAGLIST

@pandorasword , @ateezsora , @anqelws , @kaitieskidmore97 , @vizianary

[atzdjngo]

about me : hi, my name is jude, i am seventeen years old, from the UK and i have been shifting since late 2019 / early 2020. I have successfully shifted twice, both times to a harry potter dr ! this blog was officially created on JUNE 3RD 2024. my pronouns are they / them , but i only accept masc terms, fem terms make me uncomfortable - and gn terms quite often feel like fem terms, so please avoid those too! my goal on this blog is to meet other shifters, share scenarios, motivate myself etc;

my dr's :

i shift to a lot of places but the ones i will post about the most will be in bold ateez 9th member dr, stray kids 9th member dr, block b dr, shinee dr, 4th gen soloist dr, 3rd gen soloist dr, black knight ( kdrama ) dr, harry potter dr, mamma mia dr, outerbanks dr ++ more that i've forgotten to mention probably !

i also have a few casual ones, but i won't bother to mention them just yet !

likes , dislikes , hobbies : likes : writing, reading, kpop, shifting, blogs, making layouts, making discord servers, krp, the colour green and the colour red, musicals, snow days. dislikes : rude people, antis, toxic stays/blinks/armys, entitled people, shifters who tell others what they can and can't do in their own dr. hobbies : shifting, writing, reading, editing, making layouts for both tumblr and discord, role playing, etc;

dni : if you anti any of my ults - ateez, stray kids, the rose, shinee, block b, kep1er. if you're an anti - shifter. if you're a supremacist of any sort. if you're homophobic, transphobic, sexist, racist, ableist etc; if you push your religion onto others - i am atheist. if you anti kpop in general. if you're a pro - shipper, defender/committer of paedophilia, defender/committer of beastiality.

please interact if : you stan any of my ults - listed above. you're a shifter. you're lgbtq. you're into kpop. you're into anime. you're into musicals.

stan list + biases : favs are in bold !! groups : ateez | park seonghwa stray kids | han jisung , lee minho block b | u-kwon shinee | minho , onew the rose | ot4 kep1er | hihiz ( hikaru , bahiyyih ) 2PM | junho xikers | hunter , yechan tomorrow x together | taehyun , huening kai enhypen | jay twice | nayeon , jeongyeon big bang | taeyang , g-dragon xdinary heroes | jungsu , gaon lucy | ot4 nct 127 | yuta nct dream | jisung all my casuals ( warning, there are many! and they will be updated often most likely. ) : seventeen, jwiiver, blank2y, black level, bae173, tfn, day6, x-piers, viviz, nct wish, wayv, the new six, iz, ballistik boyz, rescene, unis, illit, the boyz, cix, exid, lun8, ampers&one, all(h)ours, 1the9, tempest, vixx, epex, dreamcatcher, black pink, bts, superm, nmixx, 8turn, riize, zerobaseone, boynextdoor, xeed, history, the kingdom, kard, sistar, purple kiss, red velvet, nchive, oh my girl, girls generation, gfriend, stayc, astro, i.o.i, brave girls, aoa, rania, 4minute, got7, tvxq!, miss a, monsta x, shinhwa, ikon, pentagon, wanna one, clc, mamamoo, treasure, nature, lovelyz, 2z, billlie, hellovenus, brown eyed girls, tws, oneus. soloists : kangdaniel woosung max changmin woodz ha sung woon taeyang g-dragon yuju nayeon chungha taeyeon sunmi jackson wang ugly duck wonstein bang yongguk ong seong wu george mino rain iu seo ji won marz23 keshi han sung woo woojin gaho demian hwasa somi chuu my favourite dramas + tv shows : uncontrollably fond - kdrama true beauty - kdrama the business proposal - kdrama king the land - kdrama meteor garden - cdrama f4 thailand - tdrama hwarang - kdrama outerbanks - western show never have i ever - western show use for my talent - cdrama angels last mission : love - kdrama anne with an e - western show arcane - western show cheer up - kdrama ( SO GOOD WATCH IT ) surviving summer - western show a time called you - kdrama doona - kdrama pending train - jdrama black knight - kdrama BLOODHOUNDS !!!!!!! - KDRAMA ( my all time favourite ) rain or shine - kdrama

extra : my fc in my dr is a more masculine version of myself, so i usually use random male kpop idols as my reference claim. i do not shift to change my race, nor do i wish to. this is just the easiest way to reference ! i also do not support my idols problematic actions, and never will. but i do enjoy their music, and for the most part - i do not allow their controversies to stop me from listening to music. also , post inspo by @sosarie + @ningsols

[chicken-fifi]

On the Road - Woosung (The Rose) Imagine

Requested by @irishxgem: Hi, I would like a make an imagine request please. Going on tour with your boyfriend, Woosung/Sammy, from The Rose. You can make it all fluffy and stuff. Thank you 😊❤️

Word Count: 705 words

A/n: I'm basing a few details off of some tiktoks people took at their shows that have been popping up all over the place on my fy page. I'll just say it here but feel free to drop links to tiktoks that may you laugh, smile, cry, etc. in my ask box.

You heard the crowd go silent from the wings of the stage, the soft voice of a woman filling your ears as she sang “(I Can’t Help) Falling in Love” slowly but steadily. The crowd joined in briefly towards the end causing an inevitable smile to form on your face as you tried to envision what the guys could be seeing from the stage as they took a brief moment to collect themselves. A loud roar erupted as the girl finished singing, and while there was no way she could possibly see you - that anyone could possibly see you - you still when crazy clapping along with everyone else. Woosung noticed you immediately, smiling brightly as he grabbed a microphone and point off the wings while addressing the audience.

“You guys can’t see, but (y/n) is going crazy right now. That’s her favorite song, so you more than likely just made her day 10x better. We probably can’t even hold a candle to what you just did.”

A unanimous laugh came from the crowd as they began chatting about your name wanting to see you. It was no secret that you and Woosung were dating. While the two of you had never publicly confirmed that you were dating, fans had pieced together that someone was indeed dating Woosung, and upon further investigation, they seemed to find little traces of you in almost every picture he posted. And the pièce de résistance? The one photo that he took and posted without realizing that you were clearly in the background ordering something at a restaurant. They quickly found you after that and were able to connect the pieces very quickly.

He waved you over while you shook your head. Letting out a laugh himself, he rushed over grabbing your hand and pulling you gently. You resisted laughing before he gave a particularly hard tug that had you stumbling into him and into the view of the crowd - who cheered loudly. Seeing no way out you waved for a moment before smacking Woosung and attempting to make a run for it getting stopped by him as he grabbed you.

“You guys have been very curious about her haven’t you?” he said into the mic holding you close. “And you’ve somehow managed to piece everything together and it seems even like her more than you like us.”

“Is it official?!” someone from the audience shouted loudly.

“It’s official.”

~~~

Back at the hotel, you lay on the bed staring at the ceiling listening to the running water of the shower head. Woosung’s confirmation had only caused even more of an uproar from the crowd - all good things of course - before he walked you back to the wings and went back to their setlist. After a rather late dinner, filled with some pretty bad jokes from Hajoon, and much relief about not having to watch everything they said out of fear of accidentally confirming your and Woosung’s relationship, you all wished each other good night before going to your respective rooms to rest and more than likely sleep through your alarms.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Woosung uttered before beginning to brush his teeth as he walked around the room looking for his shirt.

“Just thinking about how crazy everyone might be at the next show. There’s no way no one caught that on camera.”

You managed to hear him mumble a few things as he rinsed his mouth, “...I think it’ll be fine. And if it’s not, don’t worry about it.”

There was some relief provided in his words as you moved over allowing him to climb into the bed with you. His arms naturally wrapped around you pulling you close, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. In the newfound warmth, you could feel your eyelids growing heavier and heavier, your breathing growing slower and steadier. “I really appreciate you coming on this tour with us,” he whispered against your hair. “It means the world to have you, the person I love, beside me as I’m doing what I love.” Not hearing a response, Woosung looked down smiling softly as he noticed you had fallen asleep against him, a peaceful look on your face. “Good night, (y/n).”

[key201303]

Pairing: Jaehyeong x reader Word count: 1171 words Warnings: Just a bunch of love and fluff Plot: Jaehyeong asks you to be his wife A/N: I'm so in love with this man and writing this just feeds my delulu ass 🥹 Hope you enjoy this little scenario 💕 Happy valentine's day 💕 Taglist -> Let me know if you want to be added! VALENTINE'S DAY X THE ROSE

He would have prepared everything to propose to you during the concert in your hometown which happened to be the last stop of the tour as well. He was feeling nervous about everything. Not only does he have the pressure of the concert going well but also ask you the most important question of his life. And also he had to make sure the rest of the boys wouldn’t give you any spoiler.

“Just relax, everything will go as planned and she’ll obviously say yes.” Dojoon said, giving him a few reassuring taps on his shoulder. Jaehyeong looked up at him with a nervous smile, fidgeting the ring he bought for you. He didn’t want to show off but he had to say he had really good taste when it came to choosing the ring. It was a minimalist ring yet it held so much beauty in the combination of various small gems. You’ve always been so minimalist with everything that as soon as he saw the ring, he immediately knew it was meant to be yours. And even though Woosung and Hajoon suggested he keep looking around to find other options he refused until he bought the ring he liked. 

The time has finally come and the boys were waiting backstage to go out and leave all the energy they had in that stadium. You could notice Jaehyeong was more nervous and tense than usual. “Hey are you okay?” You asked him, taking his shaking hands in yours. As soon as you noticed his hands were shaking you started to worry. You’ve never seen him so nervous before a performance never before. “Yeah I’m okay, don’t worry.” He said, tightening his hands. He could barely make eye contact with you because he knew the moment you looked at his eyes you would perfectly know he was hiding something. He’s been wanting to ask you to spend the rest of your life with him for some time now and he couldn’t wait any longer. Their names started to echo through the entire stadium, meaning it was time for them to go out. “You’ll do as great as always.” You said, grabbing the boy by his black shirt as you stood on your tiptoes to pull him into a soft and quick kiss.

The concert went by pretty fast. Fans were enjoying it and so they were. And before they could even notice, time has come. Jaehyeong didn’t have to wait anymore to ask you to be his wife. He could finally say all the things he had strictly memorized so he wouldn’t miss anything. He could finally show everyone how much he loved you and how happy he was with you by his side.

You were quite surprised when Woosung and Dojoon called you on stage, completely clueless of what was going on. You were well known between the fans so as soon as your confused figure appeared on stage everyone cheered. You looked at the boys with a confused expression as they walked you in front of the man you loved.

Jaehyeong’s eyes were already teary and his hands were shaking again as he took your hands in his and grabbed the microphone with the other so everyone could hear what he had to say.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry you must be wondering what the hell it’s going on, why am I so shaky and why are my eyes so teary… I’ve been trying to practice for this moment for so long and I promise I’ve been trying to remember my lines throughout the entire concert but it all ended up being useless because I’m completely speechless now that I have you here.” He said, letting out a nervous laugh without breaking his tight hold on your hand. Seeing Jaehyeong was not able to start, the fans started to cheer, already knowing he had something prepared for you. “Okay okay silence, we need him to calm down so he can start.” Woosung said, gaining a deathly silence. Only Jaehyeong’s nervous laugh mixed with his heavy breath and the member’s quiet laughs could be heard now.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry for always being so shabby and not so good at romantic stuff like this but I promise I tried so hard. I even memorized the lines I wanted to say but as soon as I saw you it all left my brain so I’ll just say whatever comes to my mind.” He said finally meeting your gaze. “Make sure to not say something that might get you in trouble!” Dojoon teased his youngest friend, making everyone laugh. As soon as you locked eyes with him you knew what was going on. It was like magic how easily you could always read him. “I love you and I have ever since I saw you for the first time in that cafe. You’re the reason why I smile every day and the reason why I can feel home everywhere I go. You’re the reason why I am who I am.” He said, his eyes full of love. “You’re also the reason for many of my problems but we’ll leave it there because probably I’m more of a reason for your problems.” He added, making everyone laugh again. At this point you couldn’t hold back your tears anymore. “And after 4 years you’ve taught me what love really means. You’ve shown me how being loved feels like. And most importantly, you’ve kept me company on this journey called love.” He continued, finally letting go of your hand and placing his in his back pocket to take out a small velvet box. “And I want that to keep being that way. Forever.” He let Hajoon take the microphone so he could kneel down and discover the beautiful ring. “Would you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?” He finally asked you. The crowd started to scream in happiness, only to be quieted once again by Woosung who was impatiently waiting for your answer. Actually everyone was.

You took a few seconds to admire Jaehyeong. His eyes were shining with a special gleam, trying to hold all the love and admiration he had for you in his dark orbs but it was impossible, so tears were running down his cheeks as a reflex of the overflowing emotions he was suffering.

“Yes, of course yes.” You finally said as he placed the ring in your finger. As soon as he stood on his feet again, his hands went directly to cup your cheeks and pull you into a deep loving kiss. Confetti was shot, the members were cheering and the crowd was screaming so loud. But still it felt like it was just Jaehyeong and you. “I love you.” You said, hoping he would hear you despite the loud noise the members and fans were making. “I love you too.” He replied, kissing you once again. 

And just like that you were off to start a new chapter of this beautiful story called life.

[zombiipcps]

( layout ib : @/stcpidcupid )

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ˙ ˖ ✘ . . . HI, HELLO, MY NAME IS WHAT YOU WANT IT TO !

ZOMBIE POP (KR: 방랑벽) is a seven membered joint boy group under STARBORN CREATIVE and CULT CREATIVE. They debuted originally with seven members, each one representing a deadly sin and woth medium popularity. However, fans soon noticed the uncanny resemblance between the group and their predecessor from STARBORN CREATIVE, TWILIGHT ZONE — a boy group that debuted back in 2010 and disbanded in 2016 after rumors of fighting and bullying within the group, which turned out to be true.

In 2019, only a few months after their initial debut, member CHANGWOO suddenly left the group and was replaced with a new member, NOIR. There was no explanation for the sudden change, but many fans speculated that there was fighting and bullying within the group again.

To this day, ZOMBIE POP is known for their sound and concept, as well as for being "the main visuals in kpop."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ˙ ˖ ✘ . . . BASICS !

NAME › Zombie Pop

MEMBERS › Ethan, Noir, Seulki, Dean, Akira, Inseo, Echo

FORMER MEMBER › Changwoo

LABELS › STARBORN CREATIVE, Cult Creative

COLORS › #909090 (Battleship Gray), #85ACE3 (Ruddy Blue), #015AFD (RISD Blue), #002D94 (International Klein Blue), #000435 (Penn Blue)

FANDOM  ›  Survivalists 

GREETING  ›  "Eat our hearts, we are Zombie Pop!" 

DEBUT DATE  ›  December 16th, 2018 

DEBUT ALBUM  ›  Loverholic 

DEBUT SONG  ›  Lucifer

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ˙ ˖ ✘ . . . SOCIALS !

INSTAGRAM › zombie.pop__offcl

TWITTER › ZOMBIE_POP_OFFCL, BRAINLESS_BOYZ_TWT (members)

TIKTOK › zombie.pop__offcl

YOUTUBE › ZOMBIE POP OFFICIAL, BRAINLESS BOYZ TV (members)

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ˙ ˖ ✘ . . . MEMBERS !

Ethan Lee / Lee Woosung ( Ethan ) . . . 1997

Kim Seul-ki ( Seulki ) . . . 1997

Natthawut Sangsingkeo ( Dean ) . . . 1998

Hong Inseo ( Inseo ) . . . 1998

Cha Dongyoon ( Echo ) . . . 1999

Yang Hyunwoo ( Noir ) . . . 1999

Harano Akira ( Akira ) . . . 2000

[tafeekafee]

🌹Day 15: "Get me out of here!" 

Rescue/Chainsaw/Presumed Dead

@juneofdoom

Part One: Day 10: "Can you hear me?"

Summary: After the phone call ends, Hajoon is not the only one spiraling. 

CW: fire, mentions of death, vomit, fainting

Whumpee: Whole band Caretaker: managers

“Jaehyeong? Help is on the way. The firefighters are there. Just hold on a bit. Jaehyeong? Jaehyeong? Say something? Jaehyeong? Can you hear me? Jaehyeong?”

Hajoon yelled until his voice was hoarse. Yet, he never received an answer. Would he ever receive an answer again?

His fingers went lax and the phone dropped to the ground, clattering beside his feet, screen cracking. His legs, while talking to Jahyeong, had carried him to his small balcony, the very balcony that had a view of Jaehyeong’s apartment building. They had, of course, looked for places close to each other but the extreme coincidence had been a surprise the first time Hajoon had ever shown the other three his apartment.

Now a huge, gray cloud of smoke hung in the air and even from the distance the smell clung to Hajoon’s nostrils. He didn’t want to imagine how much worse it was up close. The sound of sirens filled the street and Hajoon could even see a helicopter throwing water at the building. 

Hajoon needed to be there, let somebody know that Jaehyeong was alive, was still trapped in the building. When he was later asked why he hadn’t just called the fire department, Hajoon would always say he didn’t even remember the run to the streets or the call he had with the manager - how should he have been able to think clearly enough for that?

A group of onlookers was gathered around the barriers surrounding the area. Even from there the heat was claustrophobic. “Let me through”, Hajoon called desperately, as he pushed past people to the front, “my dongsaeng is in the building. Let me through.” People, with pity in their eyes and shaking their heads parted for him and he was even pushed in the direction of a police officer.

“Seonsaeng-nim”, Hajoon screamed, waving wildly at him. The older man looked at him in worry. 

“Are you alright?”, he asked. That’s when Hajoon realized he was crying.

“My dongsa… my dongsaeng is still in there. He couldn’t get out and hid in the bathroom”, Hajoon whispered, “apartment 1004. Please, they need to get him out of there!”

“We’ll see what we can do, don’t worry. Is there anybody you can call to keep you company?”, the policeman asked, before mumbling into his radio that there was a person reported in the building.

Hajoon froze. He didn’t know. He … Dojoon was still asleep. Woosung was in America. Jaehyeong… 

Hajoon whirled around as somebody called his name. For a second there was hope in his heart - who else would call him? - that was utterly crushed when he realized it was Dojoon who was pushing through the crowd to get to him. His eyes were wide and panicked and filled with so much fear. Yet, the first thing Dojoon did was wrap Hajoon in his arms, rocking them both from side to side. 

“Dojoon”, he gasped out against the older’s chest, “Jaehyeong, he…” Sobs took his breath away and he just curled his fists into Dojoon’s jacket tightly. Dojoon stayed silent, so unusual of him, and just cradled the young drummer to his chest. He, too, seemed so lost. 

A manager appeared beside them. “Let’s go”, he said, not unkindly, “we can’t stay here in the public. You need to be safe too and there is nothing you can do here for Jaehyeong.” 

Hajoon wanted to protest, he didn’t care for his own safety. He needed Jaehyeong to be safe. He needed to see himself. He didn’t want to abandon the younger. But Dojoon was already pulling him through the crowd. 

His memory of the walk back to his apartment was a blur. Dojoon was holding his hand and a manager was talking to both of them but Hajoon couldn’t hear a word that was spoken. The manager put in the keycode and they stumbled inside.

The balcony door was still open, bringing in a breeze of smoke. The manager pushed it close with force while Dojoon led the two of them to the small couch. Hajoon sunk down, his head in his hands. Dojoon wrapped an arm around his shoulder. The manager sat down on a chair. Silence was loud in the room.

“Do we call Sammy?”, Dojoon finally asked, his voice breaking.

At the question, Hajoon felt sick. How could they tell Woosung that their maknae - his best friend - might have died while he was on the other side of the world?

Bile rose in his throat and he stumbled up from the couch, barely making it to the kitchen sink across the room before he was sick. Hajoon braced his hands against the side of the sink and closed his eyes, images of Jaehyeong and Woosung flickering though his mind. He hadn’t eaten much in some time, so only sour fluids splattered onto the chopsticks and the coffee cup he had ignored when he had stumbled into bed early that morning. 

The manager came up to him, offering a tissue. Dojoon hadn’t moved, just looked up at them with tears running down his face.

“I know you are scared. I am too”, the manager said, rubbing Hajoon’s arm, “but please remember that he isn’t confirmed dead yet. The other managers called the hospitals in the area and asked them to let us know when he gets brought in. Hope is not yet lost.”

“Hyung”, Hajoon whispered, “it’s been at least an hour since I spoke with him.” Had it truly only been an hour? It felt so much longer - a lifetime of uncertainty? “Every second the possibilities are growing smaller.”

“We need to let Sammy know”, Dojoon interjected, “he needs to know. It’s unfair to leave him out of this.”

Hajoon nodded, defeated. He accepted the cup of water the manager handed him, ignoring the fact that the older man was starting to clean up … the sink. He walked over to Dojoon, his knees trembling.

Dojoon, as desperate for comfort as Hajoon was, let the drummer curl up into his side and wrapped an arm around his shoulder again. His phone was already in his hand, Woosung’s contact pulled up. It was late evening over there now.

“Hi Leo”, Woosung’s happy voice came through the speaker. It hurt Hajoon so much, knowing that within seconds that happiness would be destroyed - might forever be destroyed. “What’s up? Are you missing me this much?”

But now it seemed that Dojoon was not able to bring himself to say the words. They were both silent, just breathing and trying to not burst into tears before they could explain.

“Leo, I swear, if you fucking butt-dial…”, Woosung started. Hajoon couldn’t contain it any longer. As much as he wanted to end the call and give Woosung some deserved time with his family - he could hear soft chatter in the background - somebody needed to let Woosung know. Before he saw something on the news - a fire that huge might make it to the national and international news soon.

“Hyung”, he rasped, biting his tongue to keep from crying. 

“Hajoon-ah? Is everything alright?” Woosung sounded worried now and then he said something in English to what sounded to be his mother. Hajoon’s brain was too fried to even begin to understand what they were saying.

“Hyung, I … I got a call earlier from Jaehyeong. His building … it was … it is burning. He didn’t make it out - we don’t know if he is …”, Hajoon whispered, tears trailing down his face. 

There was silence on the other side of the phone. 

“Hajoon-ah, you better … you better not be fucking with me”, Woosung forced out, his voice strained.

“I’m sorry.”

Time seemed to stretch out like honey - sticky and stopping the hands of the clock from moving. Woosung had booked the next flight to Korea which was only a few hours after the call. He had paid for the inflight wifi so he could be kept up to date on the thirteen hour flight. He was texting the managers at every opportunity who informed them that Woosung was well taken care of by a nice ajumma who was sitting next to him. His disdain for planes and airsickness combined with nerves was overwhelming him, causing nausea and panic attacks. 

Dojoon and Hajoon stayed together on the couch in Hajoon’s apartment. Managers were dropping in and out, calling hospitals and fire departments and every time ending the call with a shake of their head. 

Dojoon was quiet, quieter than Hajoon had ever seen him. Tears kept dripping down his cheeks and he fiddled with their intertwined hands every few seconds.

Hajoon himself had not been able to stop shaking. His head hurt. Every breath was like dragging shards through his throat. His stomach was cramping - like it always did when he was stressed or nervous. The managers kept trying to make him drink some chamomile tea to calm down - none of the sips had stayed down.

Every hour that ticked by made them lose more hope. The hospitals didn’t call and the building was still burning. Surely, if Jaehyeong wasn’t saved now, he was …

They did try to keep their faith up but it was so hard. The sun went down, the city went dark and still a fire was burning. It was a surprise, really, that they hadn’t had to evacuate close as they were. 

Managers forbid them from watching the news, hearing the list of casualties. They were sorrowful too. They had loved the happy, clumsy, endearing maknae dearly. None of them had yet had the courage to call his parents. 

Woosung arrived early in the morning, looking haggard and pale, collapsing the moment he entered the stuffy apartment. They all huddled together in the entrance area, clutching each other and soaking up the minimal comfort they received from the contact like a sponge.

It was nearly twenty-four hours after that initial phone call that they gave up hope. The fire was finally under control and extinguished. No hospital had called, neither had any of them registered Jaehyeong when the managers called. It was like he had vanished - turned to ash. 

It hadn’t sunk in yet, that they now were three. It felt wrong, oh, so wrong.

“We should inform his family”, the manager-noona who was with them said quietly. Dojoon reluctantly nodded. Woosung whimpered. Hajoon was mostly numb, except for the pains he had been feeling for hours. His vision was swimming as dehydration was slowly consuming him. 

Neither of the three moved.

A loud sound went off. They all jumped. It was much louder than any of the hushed conversations that had been spoken in the quiet apartment. Hajoon’s head ached as he scrambled for his phone, nearly dropping it again. There was an incoming call from an unknown number.

He didn’t know what else to do. He just answered it.

“Yeoboseyo?”, he whispered, voice practically gone.

He dropped his phone - again - the screen completely breaking. But through the speakers they could hear the voice as clear as day.

“I lived, bitch. I always wanted to say that. Now, get me out of here. I hate hospitals.”

They were all too stunned to speak. None of them had expected to hear the familiar voice again. They just stared at each other as if asking: Did you hear that too? Am I not imagining things?

“You said what you wanted to say, now put that oxygen mask back on, young man”, a female voice faintly scolded and then became louder as she asked: “Is this Lee Hajoon-ssi?”

“Yeah”, Hajoon rasped out. Relief flooded his veins, making him dizzy.

“Sorry for not calling earlier. We had some issues with patient data and had to wait till he woke up. Don’t worry about Jaehyeong-ssi. Staying in the bathroom under cold water saved him - he just suffered from minor burns. The biggest issue is the smoke inhalation but we are monitoring him closely.”

As they stormed into the ICU just half an hour later, Jaehyeong stared at them with so much surprise that it seemed like he had presumed them dead rather than the other way round.

“Woosung?”, he called through the oxygen mask covering his face. His body was wrapped in cooling blankets and some bandages. He seemed mostly fine, just surprised. “What are you doing here? Last I know you were in LA and I had to work at one in the morning for you?”

Woosung let out a disbelieving laugh. “You asshole, we thought you were dead for about a day. I took the first plane I could.”

“Oh, well, surprise?”, Jaehyeong muttered, ignoring the nurse who fussed with his oxygen mask again.

“Yeah”, Hajoon mumbled. His vision swam and he shook his head to clear it. Instead he stumbled into Dojoon who was still a bit frozen in the middle of the room, holding Hajoon’s hand. Then everything went black - a mix of stress, dehydration, malnutrition and sleeplessness surely.

Hajoon ignored the manager’s scolding about taking care of himself when he woke up. There was nothing but sweet relief in his body. They hadn’t lost one of their own today.

Masterlist link: Tafee's Masterlist - June of Doom 2024

[sleekervae]

Spooktober 👻

Happy Halloweekend, babies! I know I haven't been keeping up with my content as much as I would love to, but I wanna spotlight some of my recent supernatural/halloween fics that have been giving major 🥺🥵🤣👀. Give some of these creators some love and be safe out there this weekend!

Cherry Bomb - @retrievablememories

pairing: jungkook x fem reader

summary: “get fucked or die” becomes the motto to live by when a serial killer begins targeting virgins on your campus.

genre: smut, horror/slasher, college!au

Untitled - @talkfastromance4

pairing: calum hood x fem reader

summary: reader meets werewolf!calum at a party

genre: smut, fantasy

I Want to Bite You - @talkfastromance4

pairing: luke hemmings x fem reader

summary: reader wants vampire!luke to bite her

genre: adult (no explicit smut)

Dragon - @the-world-is-spinning-round

pairing: remington leith x fem reader

summary: dragon!remington takes pity on a human sacrifice

genre: fantasy

Haunted - @the-world-is-spinning-round

*honestly everything that this author writes is amazing so definitely go check out some of her work!

pairing: remington leith x fem reader

summary: Bonnie discovers a ghost in a haunted house

genre: fantasty

kinktober day 10 - @floralcyanide

pairing: Austin butler x fem reader

summary: A little naughty fun ensues with you and your boyfriend, Austin.

genre: smut

Happy Halloween - @krreader

pairing: jackson wang x bambam x fem reader

summary: a maid outfit isn’t exactly the best idea when having two jealous boyfriends, you know?

genre: smut

Descend - @sombreboy

pairing: kim namjoon x fem reader

summary: ‘’I’d say you are wasting my time, but that was before I saw you..’’ he tugged her face closer to his crotch, the bulge underneath the fabrics visibly twitching from having her attention. ‘’You will make it worth my while.’’

genre: smut, supernatural

Summoned - @emoboijk

pairing: poly!bts x fem reader

summary: You repeat their names as a mantra, as a prayer, as a guiding light when you feel scared. How were you to know it would summon them? You accidentally summon the 7 demons that make up BTS and they tell you to fulfill your contract they have to fuck you.

genre: smut, demon au

That Boy is a Monster - @wildernessuntothemselves

pairing: werewolf!woosung x vampire!reader

summary: You had sworn you would never feed on a human again, and for centuries you had kept your promise. But now, with your blood supply suddenly cut off, that primitive hunger you thought you’d conquered so long ago comes back with a vengeance and you find yourself on the hunt for human blood once again. Only it turns out that the hot boy you’d picked out wasn’t so human after all. Feat. baby Hajoon

genre: smut, violence

If anybody has any other recs I should add to this list just give me a shout!!

[firetextskpop]

i sent an ask the other day but i already have another one lol ...

would love to read something with the rose jaehyeong where the reader is also in a band as a bassist and they meet backstage at a festival/show !!

please look after yourself <3

Hello! Thank you so much! <3 I hope you're taking care of yourself as well. This will likely be quick bc Jae is 1 of 2 of my #1 ults and on my mind a lot. I miss The Rose so much. Also it's like perfect bc I play the bass.

"We Rose You!" Woosung yelled out to the screaming crowd.

Here was another festival that each of your groups were at but the only difference was that instead of being on the other side, performing at the same time as The Rose, your group's set was after. 15 minutes between just to assure that the festival go-ers can get food and see other artists they may like.

You didn't intend to run into the members as they began coming off stage to the back, but you did. Luckily, the staff was cool, and when the boys walked off stage, they didn't shoo you away or stop the boys from talking to you.

"Woo! They're really riled up tonight." Dojoon says and gives everyone he sees a high five. "I mean you guys did great!" You blurt out and he flashes you his beautiful smile and leaves. Your heart fluttered a bit from the interaction but before you could even think about reacting again, Woosung comes by and stops when he sees you.

"Wait, aren't you y/n, the bassist in *your group name*?" Okay... now you're blushing. How does THEE Kim Woosung know you? "Y-yeah! How did you..." He chuckles and looks over at Jaehyeong, who is not paying attention and getting the sweat wiped off of him. "I researched a few of the groups in the festival and the way you play is so dope. Someone is also kinda inspired by you and has been trying some of your iconic baselines." He responds and nods his head in Jaehyeong's direction. Jae is now aware that you're there and he smiles and waves to you.

"Helloo" The taller man says to you and puts his hand out to shake your hand. You return the gesture while blushing really hard. Anyone could tell from far away he was really handsome but being this close to him was much different. "Hello." Your eyes met his. "I heard that you like the way I play." Clearly now you were getting bold. Jaehyeong laughs a bit nervously and amps up his charms "Oh yes! Its very unique. You're truly a one-of-a-kind."

"Maybe we could have a playing session one day?" You suggest, attempting to outdo him in his own game. His eyebrow raised and head tilted slightly at the response. "Lets do it." He says and pulls out his phone to get your information so you both can communicate. After exchanging information, Jaehyeong thanked you for your time and you thought there was no better time than now to ask for a hug. He very gladly gave it to you but was then teased immediately by Woosung and Hajoon.

"I didn't know you had game Jeff!" Woosung pushed him a bit. Jae began blushing and giggling out of embarrassment now. "Stopp" He whined and pushed Woosung back, beginning to walk away. "When are you two gonna get married?" Hajoon teases and puts his arm around the bassist. Jaehyeong sighs and turns back around to wave you goodbye. Quickly, you waved back and then felt a tap on your shoulder. "Are you done flirting now? It's time to go on stage!" The lead singer says and you rush to get to your placement.

A newfound adrenaline rushed through your body as you prepared for the stage. Before you know it the lights are on and it's time to shine. The crowd is beautiful as ever but only one face sticks out to you. Smile brighter than the sun itself and his eyes even brighter. The only one who matters in that moment.

[slytherinshua]

Muse

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre and tags: fluff. y/n is a painter. roughly set in a historical period with royalty lol idk. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: crying. kidnapping but not exactly? kisses. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: dk x fem!reader. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wc: 1.4k

“Stay still or I won’t be able to capture you just right.” You urged, your pencil running over the canvas in quick strokes, placing down the foundation for the painting - the shapes of his figure, the facial features that were most prominent, and the way his clothes hung over his body.

“I’m trying, love.” He giggled, and you scolded him again for moving his face. He assumed his stoic pose again, and you smiled, continuing your sketch.

“I’m almost done with the sketch.” You murmured, tongue poking out slightly from your mouth from your concentration. This was the last painting you planned to do of him, and possibly the most important.

You had gotten the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to present a portfolio piece to the princess along with other artists. If she took a fancy to any of them, you might get a good pay worth out of it for once, and maybe even some commissions.  

Surely, these types of paintings would appeal to her highness? 

You tried your best to make the pose and the colours romantic and eye-catching. And, with Seokmin as your muse, you didn’t have to try too hard. He was already alluring himself.

As long as the public didn’t find out that it was you, Lim Y/n, who painted these, but “Park Woosung”, all should go as planned. Taking on a masculine name was common amongst female painters. It put them on almost the same playing field, and you had seen your friends get successful because of it.

Women weren’t expected to create as sophisticated an art piece as men, and because of that, the art was looked down on and considered “worse” from the very start. An intricate portrait, like you were doing of Seokmin, would sell for less than half the price of a sloppy painting that a man created. 

You looked through your box of paints for the neutral beiges you were looking for to start on the skin. Taking your brush, you painted the first stroke of the oil on the canvas— the colour already bursting out in contrast to the darkness of the background.

“You can relax, but try to keep the pose if you can, love.” You instructed him, peeking out from behind your canvas to give him a smile before turning back to your paint. He hummed softly as you painted away, fiddling with the grapes that he was supposed to be holding as a prop. You forbid him from eating any of them, but he might have snuck one or two of them into his mouth while you were focused on your canvas.

//

You felt like you might throw up your breakfast on the way to the outside grounds where the art display was taking place. You had never been this nervous in your entire life, and a little part of you knew that your future could depend on the events in the next few hours.

Seokmin was right by your side, holding your hand in the carriage for as much comfort as he could give you. All the paintings you had created were perfect in his eyes, and he couldn’t see any way you wouldn’t blow the minds of all the people there to see them. 

As you set up the paintings in the display, you caught sight of the princess laughing and talking with some of the gentlemen in the corner of the courtyard. You could tell by her face that she would be judging harshly, but the way she was talking to everybody here put you at ease slightly. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as you thought.

You held your breath as the princess made her way towards your display, looking over the artwork with a critical eye. Her eyebrows furrowed and then lifted as her lips pursed - making way for a final smile to grace her lips. She barely spared you a glance before looking up, and you watched as her eyes widened enormously. You followed her line of sight nervously. She was looking at Seokmin.

It was like a bunch of alarms went off in your head and you wished you had pulled Seokmin away from her poisonous gaze while you still had the chance. 

But you stood frozen as the princess blabbered on about the paintings looking like nothing compared to the subject, and if she was going to display them she would become a laughing subject. And then she exchanged some secret signal with her guards, and a second later Seokmin was being taken away with them.

You tried to protest and grab onto his arm as he struggled in the arms of guards who were at least a head taller than him. He tried to reach his arm back to you while you ran as fast as you could to keep up, but you barely managed to brush your fingers with his before he was out of sight.

//

You marked that day as the end to your paradise. You never realised how good your life was before. Even if you struggled to earn money, or were ridiculed in the streets, or couldn’t sell a single painting, at least you had Seokmin. And now, you weren’t even allowed that much.

It took you days to process the event. One moment he was with you, the next he was gone. You didn’t hear a single thing regarding him after that. It was quite like he had disappeared from off the planet without a word.

You could only guess that he had been taken to the castle with the princess, but the security for it was unbelievable. There was no way you could get in without a formal invitation, and how would a broke painter like you possibly receive such a thing?

And so, weeks turned into months turned into years and you lived with the loss of Seokmin. A few weeks after the art show, you got a formal invitation to become a painter for the town square, which moved you out of your life of poverty quicker than you could imagine. You could finally be considered a successful painter. Your younger self would’ve been ecstatic, but you barely celebrated the success. It didn’t feel the same without him. 

You wondered what his life was like inside the palace, as you were often stationed just outside it to paint the nobles who walked by. It seemed as if you were so close to Seokmin, yet miles away. You just hoped he was being treated well, though you knew the palace could never give him the happiness that living with you did, and it made your heart ache.

You were sitting on your stool, easel propped upright in front of you like always. You had already finished a few commissions for the day, and were thinking about taking a break for lunch soon. You heard someone approach your spot and sit down on the chair across from you.

“You take commissions, right?” A sweet honey-like voice asked, and you looked up.

“I do. Would you like to be painted, sir?” You answered, eyes pricking with tears. You weren’t quite sure if you were seeing things correctly, or if he was actually sitting in front of you. He nodded, face breaking out in a smile. A tear slipped out, and rolled slowly down your cheek— your vision blurring from the warm tears.

Seokmin panicked and reached forward, wiping away your tears as if it was second nature. He crouched in front of you, clasping your hands in his and rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles slowly. 

“Just take a few deep breaths for me.” He instructed softly and you tried to follow them, breathing in shakily and exhaling as another sob escaped you. 

Seokmin’s brow furrowed and he looked around until he found your glass of water, giving it to you quickly. You drank it and wiped away the rest of your tears, holding onto his hand tighter as if he would leave if you let go.

He pulled you closer until your cheek rested against his chest and his arms hugged you tightly. You were able to smile once you focused on the way his heart was beating in his chest. It was racing just like yours.

“You came back.” You whispered.

He nodded, pressing chaste kisses to your forehead and temple and smoothening back your hair. 

“I won’t leave you again. I promise.”

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Weak Hero: Ep 257 Reaction

SPOILERS ALERT

TW: abuse

The chapter is Baekjin (Donald)'s backstory, which I guess would go on for several more chapters.

My heart hurts. My head hurts. I never thought I would pity you so much, Baekjin. As expected he was an abused kid through and through. Society let him down, school system let him down, the government let him down. His only shelter was his sick mom. Nobody wanted this kid, so he decided to wage a war against the world and made a name for himself, hmm?

I wish Baekjin told someone about this story so that he doesn't self-medicate and doesn't shut himself out. And I hope it's not too late now.

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Marry My Husband dream cast

{Note: Just imagine that they're the correct age, or that the makeup artist did their makeup magic.}

Maybe Han Hyojoo as Kang Jiwon. I do think she would execute a bigger transformation. (I like Park Minyoung but she's not tall and looks elfin no matter how they try to frump her up.)

Maybe Park Shinhye or Yoo Inna as Jung Sumin. I would feel more confident about Yoo Inna's acting but I think it would feel like the twist would be more impactful if Park Shinhye did her super naive-looking version of the cute girly character and then had the evil manipulative side. (Actually, I think Song Hayoon wins in terms of casting but I'm new to her so I wouldn't have known to pick her.)

Jung Woosung as Park Minhwan. He's just got big extravert energy, and I could see him playing a shameless cheater. Other actors could pull off this character well, too, but I think most would portray more of a stereotypical sneak while I could see Jung Woosung playing up the audacity.

Won Bin or Lee Jonghyuk as Yoo Jihyuk. Won Bin can pull off a certain introverted masculinity well suited to Jihyuk. Lee Jonghyuk is less chiseled but he looks like he could be related to my dream cast pick for Heeyeon.

Lee Hanee as Yoo Heeyeon. Like look at this pic: she almost has a knowing look like "I got you, bestie," and she looks like she would know how to identify knockoff jewelry. (The actress they chose does have the eyebrows and the youthful enthusiasm down, though.)

Lee Seunggi as Baek Eunho. He's got the cozy childhood friend sort of look. (Lee Gikwang is cute but why the heck does he keep bulging his eyes out? Was he filming for a cop thriller in between Marry My Husband shoots and he forgot he's supposed to be in a romance drama?)

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Jin Seoyeon as Yang Juran. Someone who looks sharp enough to harbor suspicions of Manager Kim. Someone who looks like she still has the energy to raise kids. Someone who looks good in a short girlboss haircut! (Gong Minjung's Juran makes looks tired and beat down. I get that her husband is garbage, but the Juran in the webtoon doesn't seem like she's reached such a low point yet.)

Kwon Yul as Manager (?) Lee. At this point it's less dream cast and more me racking my brain for a guy with the right look that's done a decent job in a similar enough character before. But I had to name someone because I think they're trying to rewrite his character with a very different one, Lee Suk-joon, a much older, crabbier-looking guy who has no chemistry with Gong Minjung, and I can't let that slide. But anyway, honestly, Kwon Yul seems like a pretty darn good fit anyway.

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Kim Woosung (The Rose / Solo) Kinky Reading*

Hello and welcome!

I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.

Disclaimer:

I would like to state that all these readings have a purely entertainment nature and their purpose is to bring some fun into my and hopefully yours lives. I have never ever met any of the idols / actors / celebrities in my readings, I don’t know them personally. Tarot reading isn’t an exact science and I can never guarantee any of it. Most of it is my intuition mixed with fantasy. Don’t take these readings seriously and don’t base any important decisions on tarot readings only, use your common sense.

If you wish to request a tarot reading, please read the pinned post on my profile first to see the instructions on how to request. I only do readings for idols / actors / celebrities of 18 years of age or older. Requests for readings including younger people will be automatically dismissed. If you feel uncomfortable with these tarot readings, do not engage in reading my posts. Thank you for understanding.

Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirtiest Secret*

Full Name: Kim Woosung

Stage Name: Woosung / Sammy

Group: The Rose

Kim Woosung

(Woosung / Sammy - The Rose / Solo)

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Position - II The High Priestess

Woosung is very intuitive in a relationship. He can tune in with his partner and simply go with the flow. It feels as if he could read his lover’s mind. The relationship with him feels so natural and immersive. His partner might feel like walking through a mirror and finding themselves in a different reality which Woosung created for the two of them. A safe and beautiful world for the two of them.

Libido - 4 of Pentacles

When it comes to passion and desire, Woosung is more on the traditional side. He’s got his urges under control and if he’s not in the mood for sex, there’s no way to persuade him. That doesn’t mean that his lover will come spare. Woosung has more tricks in his sleeve and sometimes the long kissing and cuddling sessions, so intimate and warm, can be much better than any hot action under the sheets.

Turn On - XIII The Death

Woosung isn’t seeking for a shallow person to share his life with. He’s likely to feel attracted to someone who has been through a lot, someone with experience, who managed to defeat their own demons and arise from the ashes. He’s likely to fall for a mature and wise person.

Kink - IV The Emperor

While really going with the flow most of the time, Woosung sometimes craves dominance. We have already hinted at his strong will and self-control in the Libido part and let’s make it clear that it doesn’t stop there. When feeling kinky, Woosung can turn into a serious dom and will make sure his lover respects him and obeys his orders.

Dirtiest Secret* - Page of Wands

We have already mentioned that Woosung’s lover is likely to be someone mature. And here we go with him being his own contradiction. While he’s likely to fall in love with a mature person, in his darkest fantasies this person is dependent on him, in his powers. They play the role of a younger, pure and innocent ‘victim’ of his devilishly seductive charms. He might ask his lover to wear something of a lolita type of outfit. Just play along. It’s gonna be worth it.

Thank you for reading!

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