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Moonlight Reign Ch. 2

A/N: Sorry I keep disappearing, but hopefully I won't be doing it again! Nothing crazy happened, really, just life gets in the was, you know? But I am back with another part, and I hope you like it!! Everyone say thank you to my sweet B @rapline-heaux for beta-reading. She is the best, go read her stuff!! Also strap in for this one lol

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Pairing: Yandere! Mafia! BTS x Reader

Words: 5.9k

Warnings: crime, sensory flashbacks, trauma, unhealthy relationships, yandere behavior, pining, violence, past abuse, past neglect, academic neglect, talk of stitches, wound description, panic attack, nails pressing into palm, brief suicidal thought

Namjoon watched the clock tick by as Jungkook slept on his chest. Something about you… didn’t feel right. He couldn’t explain it, and he was pretty sure he wasn’t jealous. Although, he would have reason to be. You were beautiful and your figure only added to it. Not to mention the way you looked straddling Jungkook was objectively erotic looking– but that wasn’t the point. The point was how nonchalant you were about the whole thing. From giving his boyfriend stitches to fighting him off to reacting that way when he grabbed you, Namjoon knew there was something more there.

The seven of them had built Bangtan from the ground up, and especially as anniversary day was coming up, it unnerved him to encounter someone he couldn’t get a read on. He would need to have Yoongi look into what he could find about you. The seven of them were all leaders, but Namjoon controlled the above-ground operations while Yoongi managed the underground ones, and something told Namjoon he’d need to look there for anything about you.

First, he just had to get your full name from the younger man drooling on his chest. He sighed as he brushed a hand through Jungkook’s hair, wanting to be angry with him for getting drunk and getting into a fight, but he just couldn’t. After the last few years Jungkook had, he deserved to let loose, what worried him was that he was doing him more often than usual. Jungkook usually only acted out this much when he was holding something in. It didn’t help that the leader had been halfway across the world for the past month. Namjoon was never one to pry or be too good with feelings out of all of them, but he had a nagging feeling it had to do with you.

Eventually, sleep found the older man and he was awoken by the smell of food wafting into the bedroom. His eyes finally cracked open when he felt a kiss being planted on his cheek, “Wakey, wakey.” Hoseok sang, and chuckled at the look of confusion Namjoon gave him, “Jungkook called us all over for breakfast since it’s been a while since we’ve all been in the same city.”

Namjoon was finally fully awake and could hear Jungkook singing along to some show tune with Jin in the kitchen and scoffed, “He’s awfully spry for someone who should be nursing one hell of a hangover.” He mumbled and Hoseok snorted.

“Yeah, I’m sure Yoongi is going to want a full report on last night.” The older man shook his head, knowing it would only stress out the aforementioned man, “Brightside is he should calm down when Jimin and Taehyung tell him the news.” The younger man raised a brow in question but Hoseok shook his head, “I’m not the type to spoil a surprise.” He chuckled before pressing a soft kiss to the man’s furrowed brow, “You’ll know soon enough, let’s go.”

Hand in hand, the two take their seats as Jin and Jungkook place plates in front of the five sitting men, “I see someone is trying to make up for getting trashed last night.” Taehyung sang.

“Or I just miss having all my boyfriends in the same room.” Jungkook huffed as he took his seat next to Yoongi who gave him a glare, “Oh, come on. You cannot seriously be mad at me?” He flashed his doe eyes to the man and fluttered his lashes.

Jimin clicked his tongue, “That’s not seriously going to work, is it?” He whined, “Yoongi never lets me get away with shit from just looking at him.”

“You get away with plenty.” Jin quipped at the fighter.

Yoongi ignored the commotion as his hands brushed Jungkook’s hair out of the way to look at the stitches, “Who did those, baby?” His voice was soft but with the way the youngest man shrunk, he knew he wouldn’t like the answer.

“Well, I guess I’ll just go ahead and give the report of last night’s events.” Namjoon huffed through a bite of bacon, “You want to start, Kook?” He raised a brow.

The man sighed and nodded, “Well, I finished all my work early, like usual.” He began smugly. Jungkook in general was a skilled person, so he didn’t have just one job, but most often he was digging up dirt on people via his computer skills, “Then, I had my regular neighbor dinner.” He smiled at the thought, and Jin noticed Jimin and Taehyung scowling a bit at this. The two were the most jealous of this elusive neighbor, which was odd since even on the seldom occasions the others sought the company of someone else, it never affected any of them. Nowadays, they don’t really go outside of the relationship, but it’s still interesting to see them so jealous, but they kept silent as Jungkook continued, “We watched Jimin win, so then I decided to go out and… celebrate.” His smile turned guilty.

“This close to the anniversary, Kook?” Jin sighed and Yoongi kept deathly quiet.

“I’ll assume that’s where your memory stops?” Hoseok asked and Jungkook nodded sheepishly.

“Well, I then got a call from one of our guys at around three in the morning that some rookie was running his mouth and pissed Kook off.” Namjoon sighed, “Jungkook won the fight even sloshed out of his mind if that’s any consolation.”

“Nice.” Jimin grunts and Taehyung snickers at the glare Yoongi shoots him.

“Then, I drag him all the way here and he collapses at his neighbor’s door, insisting she’ll fix him up.” The CEO continues the story and notes how Hoseok shifts at the mention of this, “What was even weirder is that she did, like it was super normal.”

“It’s not that normal.” Jungkook argued weakly.

“She said it wasn’t uncommon.” Namjoon snapped and Yoong put his head in his hands, “I will also say it was really eerie the way she could just handle how Jungkook gets when she woke up.”

“She’s a nurse, you guys know that.” The man tried to defend.

“A high school nurse.” Taehyhung corrected, causing the hacker to pout, “I doubt she has to restrain her patients regularly.”

“Did I hurt her when I woke up?” Jungkook asked and this made Namjoon falter.

“That doesn’t matter right now.” The CEO offers, “What I was getting at is I think Yoongi and Jungkook should do a deeper background check than the initial one we did-”

“No.” Jungkook spat, partly shocking Namjoon at the venom in his voice. The youngest’s face was twisted in distaste at the idea, “You all promised-”

“That was before I saw the way-”

“No!” He shouted, shocking everyone at the table as his eyes began to glisten, “I’ve known her for years now, and she’s never been pushy about what’s going on in my life or why I have six boyfriends she’s never even met and in return, I don’t ask her questions.” Namjoon’s jaw clenched at this. Most of the time if an arrangement was too good to be true, it’s because it was. If he didn’t care so much about Jungkook’s love and trust he wouldn’t have even bothered to bring it up. At times like these, being in love was more frustrating than ever as he listened to Jungkook, “She trusts me and I trust her that way, I don’t want to ruin the only friendship I have outside of us.” His voice cracks at the end, making everyone soften a bit. Jungkook was right. It’s been just them for a long time, and you were the only friend he really had. You weren’t a drinking mate or gambling buddy, you were a friend. And yet, he felt like Namjoon was trying to take that away from him.

“Kook, have you considered she might not ask questions because she’s hiding something herself?” Taehyung gently asked, but it didn’t simmer the hacker’s anger.

“I don’t care if she’s hiding anything.” He snapped, making Jin sigh, “I’m hiding plenty and none of that has stopped us from being close so please, just leave it alone.” He pleaded, but Yoongi’s expression was unreadable, “Hoseok did those couple random shadows of her a few years ago and he saw nothing of concern.” He reminded them, and truthfully, how could any of them have forgotten? The act itself caused one of their worst arguments to date. Originally, Taehyung insisted on Jungkook digging up every piece of information he could about her and giving it to them, which made the youngest even more closed off about his friend. Finally, after days of disagreeing, Hoseok was the only one entrusted with your full name, not that it would’ve been all that hard to find.

The man in question nodded, “It was quite boring actually, but it’s true. Even the phone calls she took were a snoozefest.” He sighed just remembering them, “I’d never seen such a killjoy of a college student before, and I’m sure she’s the same as a nurse.” Granted, Hoseok’s specialty was not in surveillance, but Taehyung and Jungkook were too biased in opposite ways to do the shadowing, and the chemist was the only one with the extra time to do it.

Jungkook nodded, “She really does just go to work and home.” He mumbled ruefully, “Plus, even if she’s someone else or whatever, at the end of the day, she saves me a hospital trip and hasn’t said anything to anyone, evidently.” He added and Namjoon looked to Yoongi who sighed in defeat but nodded.

“Fine, we’ll drop it.” Yoongi finally spoke and Namjoon bristled, “She hasn’t caused any trouble, sounds like a good friend, and is smart enough not to ask any questions. There’s no reason not to trust Jungkook’s judgment.” He explained to the more skeptical men, Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jimin, who simply nodded in defeat before turning to the youngest, “Just, be more careful, okay?” He looked to the younger man who nodded before giving him a chaste kiss on the lips, “It was pretty risky bringing Namjoon there, even if accidentally. If she does know anything, she could’ve recognized him as the head of Bangtan Corp and unraveled quite a bit.” He said and Jungkook nodded. Even though he doubted you even knew an underground existed, let alone that Bangtan was running it, he understood Yoongi being weary, “Let’s enjoy our breakfast together, yeah?”

They all nodded before falling into their regular lull. No matter how much time they spent apart for work, it was easy for them to get together like no time had passed. The seven of them had been dating for a couple of years now, and though the relationship was loving, it was by no means perfect, that much was obvious. The organization had risen to its height because of their ability to work through those hardships together, but with the rise of their syndicate came less time for one another. This paired with secrets and disagreements that were littered throughout the relationship made for a good chunk of tension when work was exceptionally stressful, like during the anniversary. This was why the relationship was open, but Jungkook was the only one with a consistent connection outside of them, which was most likely why it ruffled some of their feathers.

“Now, I’m told Taehyung and Jimin have some good news?” Namjoon brings up and the two men in question grin at each other, and he can tell they’re silently deciding who should be the one to say it.

“We found a certain little weasel last night.” Taehyung sang.

“Found and captured.” Jimin added, and the two didn’t need to elaborate for the other men to know what they meant.

Yoongi smirked, sadism written along his features as he caught Namjoon’s eyes, “We’ve got an exciting day ahead of us.”

—

Your eyes cracked open slowly as you hissed when sunlight invaded your pupils. You squinted, not sure how you forgot to fully close the blinds, especially during the anniversary week, but you let it go. Work had been especially a nightmare with the beginning of a new term, and the blinds were just barely cracked, not enough for anyone to peak in much but certainly enough for the sun to wreak havoc on you. You stretched your arms forward, taking in a deep breath before craning your neck to look at the time, 10:24 am, nice. You actually managed to get a good amount of sleep even with the chaos at your door last night.

Your sleepy eyes landed on the shallow cut on your forearm beneath the wrapping you put on it. It looked a lot like a cat scratch, which you were thankful for. The last thing you needed was any nosy colleagues or students asking too many questions. Telling people you got the wound from having to tackle your only friend was less than ideal. You snorted to yourself. Truly, you should have more questions or concerns with Jungkook, but you just didn’t have it in you anymore. You spend the entire first two years of your friendship insanely weary, and you already spend your time like that with everyone else. It was nice to have someone you didn’t need to constantly be on guard from. Your fingertips ran over the bandage, hoping that you had made the right choice, but even then, it was far too late to change anything now.

You liked Jungkook more than you cared to admit, even to yourself, so when you heard his telltale knocking on your door in the middle of your morning cable surfing, you didn’t even bother to turn off the TV before going to the door. You rolled your neck before opening the door with a bored expression when Jungkook’s wide eyes met yours, “Morning, sport.” You drawled, leaning against your door frame.

Crossing your arms over your chest, Jungkook took notice of the bandage on your forearm, “Did I do that?” He asked worriedly.

You shrugged, looking away from him, “If you think about it, the needle is technically the culprit–”

“Y/n, I’m serious.” He pleaded, making you straighten up, but your gaze stayed fixed elsewhere, “Look at me, please.” He spoke, and you cursed yourself for obeying. You were accustomed to following orders, and something about the way Jungkook bothered to say please made it that much easier to listen to him, but you could only hope he didn’t realize this. “Did I hurt you?” His gaze burned you, and it made you hate his need for eye contact at times like these.

You sighed, examining the guilt on his face. The look made you feel like an asshole even though you didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t like this part of your friendship. The serious, gravelly talks about what he did last night or about whatever breakdown of yours he happened to witness. The care in his eyes was suffocating, but addicting all the same. It made you feel self-conscious about your lack of clothing, but you were sure not even a parka wouldn’t make you feel any less vulnerable. The honesty in his eyes curled around you like smoke that you had no choice but to inhale and exhale right back to him. Flat-out lying to Jungkook has seldom been an option, especially about things like this, “Fine, when you woke up you were panicked and somehow made my hand slip and caused the needle I was working with to give me a little scratch.” You explained, eyes begging to avoid his again.

“That’s a big bandage for a little scratch.” He observed skeptically and you slipped your arms behind your back. He sighed, “I’m sorr–”

You shook your head. Much like actual birthday gifts, apologies had been foreign to you before Jungkook, and you didn’t like to nor know how to accept them, “I promise, it’s no deeper than a paper cut.” You looked up at him through your lashes, his expression now unreadable, which was somehow worse than the guilt.

He raised a brow, utterly unconvinced, “Let me see.” He wasn’t asking or pleading this time, but you didn’t have it in you to go against him.

You rolled your eyes, “Only because it’s about time to take it off anyway.” You huffed, only partially lying. It was time to let the wound air out a bit, but you both knew it wasn’t the only reason. You had spent most of your life taking in and thriving on the fear, guilt, and despair of others people. You loved the taste of the power you wielded, but nothing was more sour on your tongue than Jungkook’s dim mood. You turned around, peeling off the medical tape and walking to your counter as you heard your door close. Throwing the dressing in the trash, you looked at the wound with a nod before spinning to face the man approaching you, “See? It’s nothing.” You presented the thin line of scabs to him. He studied it, face still unreadable that was, until you flinched when his hand darted out to hold your wrist. The horror in his eyes made you feel physically ill as he went to withdraw, but you panicked and moved to hold his hand there, “Come on, you know it’s not because of you.” You reasoned, voice barely above a whisper.

His jaw clenched, but he nodded solemnly. The question of who it was burned his tongue as he pressed his mouth closed. He’d seen more than enough of your episodes to know that you had plenty of reasons to flinch and he had to swallow the urge to find every single reason and end them with his bare hands. Horrible things happened to you, and he wasn’t sure if not knowing was worse than what would become of him if he ever found out. He diverted his gaze back to the scratch, and you wanted to ask him what he was doing until he leaned down. Your breathing ceased as you watched his lips brush lightly over the wound in the form of the softest kiss he’d ever given you, “There, all better.” His joking tone was strained with his smile when he stood straight again, but you appreciated the effort.

His chest felt a bit lighter when you smiled softly, “What a hero.” You deadpanned.

The reality was that Jungkook wanted to rip the door off its hinges, he was so pissed off at himself. Plus with that door gone, there’d be just a bit less between the two of you, and he needed to ignore why that sounded so sickeningly sweet. Regardless, he knew you hated moments like these, moments where the air was still but heavy with a million unspoken words between you two, so he felt compelled to throw out a light comment since he couldn’t outright comfort you that often, “I’ll be more careful, I promise. I’ve just been so…”

You nodded sympathetically, “Yeah, this week is pretty rough for me too.” You sighed, staring at the way his thumb absent-mindedly rubbed along your skin. The affection created a pit in your stomach that you couldn’t explain, but you promised yourself it was just how friends felt for each other sometimes.

“Hey, I think you’ve been doing pretty good lately.” He chided softly, and a mix of embarrassment and pride filled you at his words, “I haven’t slept with you in weeks now.” He pointed out, and the fake pout on his lips made you chuckle, mind still partially lost in the way his thumb stroked your arm.

You knew he was just trying to lighten the reminder of how your screams would wake him up some nights. On those nights, Jungkook would all but break down your door in an effort to sleep next to you. It was weird for you, even still, sleeping next to someone. It brought out feelings in you that you didn’t want to deal with, so you did your best to make Jungkook’s presence in your bedroom as rare as possible, “Miss me?” You asked sarcastically, still so lost in his ministrations. Affection is something you’d only ever gotten from the man in front of you, so it was hard to tell if it would feel this nice from anyone else.

“All the time.” He responded quickly and with so much sincerity it made your chest seize for a moment. Jungkook cleared his throat, breaking his eye contact with you for just a moment, “I hope Namjoon wasn’t a dick to you.” He spoke, snapping you out of your trance with his touch as you retracted your arm, almost deluding yourself into thinking he tried to hold onto you for a split second.

“He was just being protective of his baby.” You snickered at how Jungkook bristled with the term, “A protective dick, but I get it. I’m a total stranger–”

“Hey, you’re my best friend.” He chided, with a smile that was a bit less strained than before.

You scoffed, “I’m your only friend.”

He shrugged with a more amused grin, “I said what I said.”

You rolled your eyes, “Anyway did you only come to–” You were cut off by your phone buzzing on the table.

Both you and Jungkook knitted your brows at this. It was degradingly rare for anyone other than him or work to call you, “You cheating on me?” He playfully asked and you pushed him by the shoulder before going to answer the call.

You picked up the device cautiously, “It’s a random number.” You said lightly, but something felt wrong. “Don’t tell me I’m about to get a ton of prank calls because I pissed one of your boyfriends off?” You tried to joke as the phone finally went to voicemail.

Jungkook snorted at this, “Yeah, Joonie’s not the prank call type.”

“No way? He seemed like a real court jester.” You sarcastically said, making your friend laugh more.

“A+ on the tone, B+ for the reference.” He chuckled, and you beamed at this. Jungkook spent the first two years of your friendship helping you grasp the ins and outs of day-to-day interactions, so it was nice to see how far you’ve come. “I haven’t heard the term ‘court jester’ so casually, like, ever, but it gets points for creativity.”

“You know me, I’m a real artist- ugh, again?” You looked down at your phone as it buzzed again with the same number.

“Just answer, maybe it’s important.” He reasoned, and you nodded but the idea made you feel sick, “Oh, but put it on speaker I wanna hear if it is a prank call.” He grinned

Pushing the feeling of unease down, you rolled your eyes and answered, putting it on speaker, “Hello–”

“Y/n! Y-You gotta get me out of here, I’m–” Ice water flooded your veins as the man’s voice invaded your senses. Your eyes bulged once you fully realized Jungkook was standing right there, hearing this god-forsaken voice and you gasped before taking it off speaker.

“Who is this?” You seethed, lying to everyone in the room. You’d know that whiny voice anywhere. Goosebumps sprouted along your arms and your stomach churned as your uncle's shaky breathing entered your mind, “How did you get my number?” You demanded quietly as you turned from Jungkook and put some distance between you both.

“Y/n, they found me and I’m–” He coughed and your eye twitched, pathetic.

“Lose my number.” You ordered, moving to hang up.

“I’ll tell them!” He shouted, making you pause. You didn’t even know who “they” were, but you certainly didn’t care to find out, “I’ll tell them who you are, where you are–”

“You don’t know that.” You called his bluff, but fear soaked into your rage, dampening its strengthening effects on your body. You could feel yourself getting smaller with each millisecond of silence that followed.

“I have your number.” He challenged, and you scoffed. That was undoubtedly all he had. Jungyoon had never been built for the mind games, he was the muscle and nothing else, through and through.

“Won’t be mine for much longer, I promise.” You fumed quietly, and the whimper that leaked from him told you that was all the leverage he had, or at least you hoped so, “I’m not the one who was on national fucking TV just so I could watch a stupid fight, so you dug your grave. Don’t pass me the shovel.”

“Wh-How can you even say that I’m–” He tried desperately.

“You must have the wrong number if you’re planning on finishing that sentence.” You forced out before hanging up. You let out a shaky breath before throwing your phone on the couch.

Byungjoo was caught. If he was caught that meant you weren’t safe anymore. Were you ever really safe? Why did you stay in the country? What were you thinking? Did you seriously think Byungyeol would come back from you? Did you seriously stay in the same place he lost you like a child? And now what? You were dead, utterly dead–

No. You were safe. You had to be. You never went anywhere, and your face was never known by the public or that many people in the organization. You were smart, you had–

“Y/n, hey, hey.” Jungkook’s voice cut through the radio static that heightened the panic in your head.

You looked at him, eyes wild but in a state he’s seen before, “I-It…” The words died in your throat as panic held you in a vice grip. Your nails dug into your palm, and the pain did nothing to satiate you as your knees buckled. Jungkook caught you before you could hit the ground, and you almost wished he hadn’t. You’d give anything to feel the pain radiating up your leg, the linoleum against your palms, anything to remind you that you were in your home and not wherever the hell the people who took Byungjoo planned to take you. You steadied yourself, the haze of panic subsiding momentarily, “I’m okay.” You lied, placing your hand on the couch so you could stand on your own.

“Who the hell was that and why–” You cut Jungkook off with a look, a look you’ve both used on each other, a look that begged him not to pry so you don’t have to lie to him, “I just… I’m worried.”

“Don’t be worried.” It came off as more of a plea than reassurance, and you cringed.

Jungkook wet his dry lips as he looked you over. You were talking, but you still had that look in your eyes that promised you wouldn’t be able to for much longer. His chest ached as he watched you try to crush the panic down and put on a brave face for him. More than anything, he wanted to cup your cheeks and promise you it was okay, and if it wasn’t, it will be. He wanted to fix it so badly, do anything to ensure that you weren’t about to break, so against his better judgment, he spoke, “I heard you say something about seeing him on TV, was it that guy from work–”

“Yes.” You said too quickly, and he tensed, “He’s… uh, just unhinged, and it just unsteadied me a bit.” You nodded, the fib burning your tongue, “I guess the principal saw him last night and he got in trouble…” You sighed, it was exhausting to do this, and you didn’t want to have to do this at all, “I don’t know it just…” You simply couldn’t do it. You couldn’t force any more lies out, you didn’t have it in you to do much other than clasp your hands over your ears and squeeze your eyes shut.

Everything you’d built for yourself flashed in the blink of an eye. It wasn’t much, but it was yours. In an instant, it could be taken away, and there’s nothing you could really do about it. You weren’t nearly as lethal as you used to be, and judging by the little you’ve heard about the heads of Bangtan, you’re training would pale in comparison to their abilities. It took them no more than a year to dethrone your father, and you had no doubt it would take them no more than a second to end your life. Now, it was no longer a matter of if, but when they were going to catch up to you.

—

Disgust infiltrated your sorrow as you watched Byunjoo smile lovingly while his wife, Minji, explained how your deaths would go with a little too much “pep in her step” as she would say to you when you were reporting the gruesome details of a job. She was disgusted with you for several reasons, but she was perfectly fine with your father, so it didn’t make sense when he directed just about everything you did. Nevertheless, you sat straight-faced as you heard the plan. Although you weren’t sure what she or your uncle was so proud of, the plan was quite simple.

You were to burn it all. You were to watch the house you grew up in, the house where you took your first steps, said your first words, and had your first kill, crumble to smithereens with the empire you were supposed to inherit. Something, though, was missing. The list of names of the people who would live to watch the ash and smoke was noticeably… short.

“...Now we will have to get rid of everyone who knows your face, y/n-” Minji explained, that sickening smile on her hot pink lips but the disgust she held for you never left her eyes. You weren’t sure what you did to make her hate you so much, but you hardly cared now that you hated her just as fiercely.

“No.” You immediately spoke, and you could see your father stiffen in the corner of your eye, but you only broke your stare with your aunt when you heard Byungjoo sigh.

He and Minji were the only two that didn’t completely crumble under your unwavering stare, and it was times like these that it irritated you. Byungjoo was the right-hand man to your father, and he was a ruthless man. He loved nothing but money and his treacherous wife, even hated everything but money and his equally soulless wife. One exception, however, was your father, and he only claimed to love you because your father did.

“Y/n, it's for your safety.” Byungjoo explained as if you were a child, as if he spoke to you with any kind of decorum when you were a child, as if you were so easy to pacify when it came to the slaughter of the staff in this house that raised you.

“If you do it, I will throw myself into the fire,” You seethed and Byungjoo chuckled, assuming it was a joke. He always did that. Took your defiance of him as a silly comment or you being a rebellious teen, regardless of the fact that you were about to be 19 and never respected him enough to consider your disagreements rebellions, “I swear on the blood of my father, I will die with those people,” Byungjoo ceased his giggles immediately.

Your father, however, took your death threats seriously off the bat. Byungyeol was not stupid enough to take the little words you spoke as anything other than what you meant. He was the one who taught you not to waste your breath, after all. Truthfully, you weren’t sure if your death would make a difference, but there was that glint in your father’s eyes still that told you he just might care. His dying pride remained intact barely and you, his only child, were his only legacy, a legacy that needed to live on.

Byungjoo may have been a bumbling idiot, but he could see the resolve in his brother's eyes. Minji had no such tact as she clicked her tongue in distaste, “Y/n-”

“Let it go.” Your father’s voice sounded, startling the couple silent while maintaining sharp eye contact with you, waiting for your gaze to waver even slightly. When you remained headstrong he sighed, “Make the list of who lives, y/n, and they will.” He spoke with a finality you’ve heard countless times before turning to your aunt and uncle, “End of discussion.”

—

You should’ve done it. You should’ve opted to burn. Regret pooled into your senses until it was all you could feel, until the only thing you could see was that beckoning flame, calling your name to come home.

Just as you could feel the sting of tears behind your lids, you felt him. Two hands slid over yours and rhythmic tapping reverberated throughout your skull from above your ear. You slowly opened your eyes, and Jungkook occupied your line of sight. He did you the grace of looking away. You weren’t sure if it was because of the shameful sight in front of you or if it was because he knew you were embarrassed, but you liked to pretend it was the latter.

1, 2, 3, 4

Jungkook swallowed thickly as he listened for your breathing to stabilize. He looked above your head at the clock on the wall and sighed. He was going to be late for his meeting with his team on digging up the whereabouts of the most coveted target. He could easily walk away, but he stayed rooted in his spot, tapping in quartets as he waited patiently for you to calm down. Though he didn’t understand your affinity for the number, and you never disclosed it to him, he was thankful to be observant enough to notice it at times like these. So he watched the seconds tick by as he tapped, pausing for a few seconds in between each grouping, because the thought of leaving you alone like this felt like it would kill him. He already has a hard time sleeping knowing you’re just a few steps away, there’s no way he’d be able to work knowing you were in the throes of an episode. Finally, your breathing was becoming consistently normal until–

“No.” You whispered with something utterly sick to his ears laced in the word. It was fear. You were scared, and he had no idea why. Never in your years of friendship had he seen you truly afraid like this. He looked at you, boundaries be damned, and saw you were fixated on the TV.

Turning his head to see what it was, his entire body froze.

You had left the news on, and on it, Namjoon stared back at you as he conducted a press conference… as head of Bangtan Corporation. It was like your world ceased turning. The pressurized cracks on your life here gave in the moment you looked to Jungkook and realized he saw what frightened you, and you could see the wheels turning on why it could be. No poker faces could be had between you as despair reflected in both of your pupils. You were terrified to discover one of his boyfriends was the head, or at least one of the heads of Bangtan, and he was devastated to find out you knew enough to be afraid.

It was over, for both of you.

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leeehye · 10 months

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Angel… (M.Y/1)

“people like me break beautiful things…”

[summary] Y/n’s life seem to be miserable and filled with bad luck. Until a mysterious man comes into her life taking her loneliness away yet there can be more to his mystery.

[warnings] language, violence/blood, mentions of sex, alcohol, assault 🔞, angst, smut (later on), behavior, smoking

[a/n] I got inspired through Jimin’s song Angel but for YOONGI with Agust D! it might be just a drabble I’m still not sure I am just so full of ideas! I have a lot I want to post! ❤️‍🔥 LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK 💭 ENJOY!

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It was a Friday night and my boss had made me work extra time. Which I couldn’t deny, I needed the extra money if there was a chance. Being so late at night I had to walk home since calling Namjoon was useless at this point.

Thunder started to roar and I wasn’t going to lie, it got scary. I hated thunder and mostly when being alone at night. My mom would always hold me tight during a thunderstorm and dad would get hot chocolate for me and I would feel safe. Unfortunately she had passed away along with my father when I was just 10, and since then my brother Namjoon and I had to look after eachother.

Water droplets started to fall on my head and I quietly groaned placing my hand on my forehead trying to get a clear view as the rain got harder. As I walk noises started to come from behind me. I didn’t want to keep scaring myself so I tried to ignore it until a whistle made my nervousness grow. I started to walk faster, and someone grabbed me harshly by my purse pulling me back harshly.

“Where are you heading this late cutie?” a guy said smirking looking down at me pulling me away with him. I stayed quiet trying to fight my way out of his grip but he touched me against a wall in a dark alley.

“Leave me alone!” I screamed, failing at trying to stay calmed, the man came closer.

“Did you hear that guys? Little princess here thinks we’re letting her go without having fun first” he said as he rested his hand on my waist squeezing it hard holding my hands harshly bring tears into my eyes.

I whimpered in pain trying to get out but another guy came from behind ans started to brush his hands on me.

“Stop it!” I yelled trying to step on their feet as the guy was attacking my neck, but suddenly a deep voice made him stop.

“Didn’t you hear the girl asshole?” a voice said but I couldn’t see his face, the rain and wet hair on my face made it hard to. The guys stepped away from me and I got ready to make a run for it. The man that had grabbed me scoffed as the mysterious man got closer. They were starting to argue and I couldn’t take it. I was shaking.

“Come on man, you can have a turn as well, even…you can be first if you like…she looks like a virgin…” the guy said laughing but he was suddenly silenced when the man landed a punch on his face, making me gasp covering my mouth quickly. As the guy got up from the floor the other guy went to him and started attacking him, I noticed a shiny thing, a blade. I squinted trying to make out the figures and the guy got up and started to attack the mysterious man.

I couldn’t just stay there, I looked around and saw an old baseball bat, grabbing a hold of it I swung it up hitting the guy who fell unconsious and the mysterious man punched the other one before quickly grabbing my wrist pushing the bat out of my hands pulling me out of the alley running out and I couldn’t argue he had helped me so I followed him.

Hearing the guy cursing at us, the mysterious man pulled me into a dark space between two shops hiding us in there he held me against the wall as his arms trapped me between him and the wall, the silhouette of his head seemed to be watching out making sure we had lost the other two, I could only hear our heavy breathing and the pouring rain.

We stayed quiet for a few seconds, the rain still falling on us and we were soaking wet, after a while he finally moved away from me standing in front of me. I flnched as soon as I heard his deep voice again.

“Are you stupid?” he asked and I just stayed quiet looking down feeling a bit guilty, I got him beat up but still he can’t be calling me stupid. I don’t even know him.

“It isn’t my fault!” I exclaimed, before quickly reaching for my phone turning on the flashlight pointing it at him who winced at the sudden light. My hand covered my mouth seeing his bleeding lip and a big scar that went down his right eye.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry…does it hurt?” I quickly asked about to touch his eye but he held my wrist stopping me from touching him.

“I’m fine…where do you live?” he asked coldly as I was still worried about his wounds.

“Um…about four more blocks…don’t worry I can leave from here” I said and he scoffed.

“And what have yourself caught by those assholes again? Yeah for sure, walk I’ll follow…” he said pulling me out of our hiding spot and I decided to not argue he was already to beaten up and he was partially right I couldn’t risk being caught by those assholes again.

Walking to my building, I walked up the stairs to the very top the outside lights were on and I started typing in my code before looking at him.

“Um let me take care of your wounds…it’s the least I can do after you helped me out there” I whispered and he looked up at me as his hands were in his pockets.

“You talk too much, just go in…” he said, waving me off making a face and I frowned my eyebrows. Opening my door I quickly grabbed him from his sleeve and pulled him inside my apartment, it was small and girly, it wasn’t very big either.

“Sit down…” I said to the mysterious man as I ran to the bathroom grabbing towels and the first aid kit before going to him. I gently wrapped a towel around his shoulders before wrapping one around me. Being concentrated on getting the right ointment for his lip wound I saw him looking around my place.

“It might sting a bit…” I said resting my hand on the back of his head as I slowly pressed the cotton pad on his wound as he flinched trying to move away.

“Sorry…it’ll be better by tomorrow…” I whispered softly reaching for a little bandit putting it on the scratch on his forehead.

“Um how did you get that scar?” I asked without thinking while putting away the things and he scoffed.

“What are we getting to know each other now? We should have a sleepover?” he said coldly but sarcastically and I widened my eyes quickly getting up.

“I…you’re right…sorry…um but still thank you for—”

“Y/n someone broke in—!” Namjoon came in running into the room holding one of my pink vases.

“What…Who the hell is this?” he asked as the man got up pulling my pink towel off of him, handing it to me.

“None of your concern…I’m going” he mumbled and I couldn’t say anything before he was out of my place. Once he was gone I turned to Namjoon throwing the wet towel at him.

“You’re such an idiot! He came and saved me while you didn’t pick up my calls!” I yelled at him before rolling my eyes heading to the bathroom.

☁️ NEXT DAY ☁️

I walked into the coffee shop the next day, tired but I had no other choice, I had to work to pay my tuition and bills. Tying on my apron I made sure coffee machines, and everything needed was ready for the day. In a few minutes Jia and Jimin made their way inside. Back story of us, they were my co-workers and we were good friends. I met Jia first though and we are best friends.

“Hey girl!” Jia said, smiling, approaching me behind the counter putting on her apron.

“You seem tired, '' Jimin added and I nodded, closing my eyes gently.

“Ugh…I know exams are kicking my butt! And last night was ugh…” I said giggling gently massaging my shoulders.

“But either way, Namjoon isn’t much of a help” I said and we stayed and talked for a few minutes until people started arriving.

We were busy for a while, and I was packed with taking orders while Jimin worked on the drinks and Jia on the pastries, taking another order and I looked up to take the next order, only to see…the mysterious man from last night.

“Y-You?” I asked quietly surprised of how small the world was making us see each other, or was it meant to be? He cleared his throat looking up at the menu, before looking at me almost acting like he had never seen me. I frowned a bit confused, he probably didn’t recognize me? Did he had short term memory lost? Nah he seemed healthy and…good looking I had to admit. He had pretty eyes, his right one decored with the scar and his milky white skin was glowing.

“Um…may I take your order?” I asked, now myself acting like he was a stranger, which he was.

“Um…One americano…” he mumbled taking out his wallet handing me a $20. Ugh this man was really like a black coffee, he was serious as heck and now he was going to make me count change. After a minute of taking out the right change I handed it to him.

“It’ll be out…shortly” I finished off quietly as he had already walked away before I finished my sentence. Asshole.

Jimin had finished the black coffee in seconds and other drinks and I went and took them to the tables, I stopped by with some nice old ladies leaving their drinks before finishing at the mysterious guy’s table. He was looking out the window playing with a lighter, on and off the lighter went and he took out a cigarette placing it in between his lips. My eyes widened and headed over to him.

“You can’t smoke here” I said quickly and without thinking I had taken the cigarette out of his mouth. Both of our eyes widened but mine were bigger while he glanced at me.

“Sorry…sorry here…I…here’s your coffee as well…” I said quickly setting the cigarette on the table with his coffee. I gently bowed making my embarrassment more obvious, I slightly saw him scoff showing a smirk.

“You’re a responsible one huh?” he said taking something from his pocket, the change from earlier that it felt like an eternity to count, he looked at me and placed it in my apron’s pocket. I was left frozen on the spot.

“Um…what are–” before I could ask what he was doing a voice made me turn around.

“You! Worker!” a woman from the corner yelled signaling me to go to her, releasing a sigh I went over to her and forced a smile, screw customer service. Reaching to her, she was tap his long polish nails on the table.

“Yes ma’am do you need something?” I asked politely and she rolled her eyes.

“I wouldn’t have called you if I didn’t need anything would I?” she responded harshly making the customers around the place turn to watch what was happening. Jia had started recording in case this woman had other things in mind and Jimin was ready with the phone.

“Then what do you need ma’am?” I asked, trying to contain my patience.

“I want a refund. This was the wrong order” she said, making a face at the food on the table. I slightly rolled my eyes and grabbed her ticket, slowly looking through the items on her table.

“Well everything you ordered is the exact same thing you have on the table, and I always repeat your order at the counter…and even if it was wrong ma’am…we don’t do refunds for a half drank coffee and a almost finished breakfast sandwich” I said teaching her a lesson making her snatch her ticket out of my hand. She stood up resting her hand on her hip and pushed on my shoulder with her other hand.

“Please do not touch me,” I said sternly slapping her hand away seeing her getting angry

“You little bitch! It was the wrong order! Just make a new one that’s your job!” she yelled at me.

“I can’t make a new one! You already ate it! Meaning there’s nothing wrong!” I yelled back at her losing my patience, she scoffed looking at me with disgust before swinging her hand up about to slap me, and I was ready to receive it, I wasn’t fast enough to move, that’s went a bitter smell mixed with smoke came to my nose, and no pain was felt.

Opening my eyes, the mysterious man had held the woman’s hand stopping her from slapping me. She gasped being her dramatic self starting to yell trying to look at me, who was now standing behind the mysterious man’s tall figure.

“I think you should leave” the man said blankly to the woman who was raging with anger, she snatched her hand from his grip and pushing the food to the floor leaving a mess and some got on my apron an some on my cheek. She grabbed her things and made her way out. I closed my eyes taking a deep breath in, before grabbing a napkin wiping my apron before cleaning my face.

I didn’t say anything and just moved to the floor placing the broken plate and glass pieces on the tray, on the corner of my eyes I see him kneel down helping me with the glass pieces. I widened my eyes and didn’t pay attention causing a glass to wound my finger, making me wince.

“Do you have to deal with stupid people like that?” he asked and I shrugged.

“It’s rare believe it or not…but when it happens…god” I whispered and he nodded. That’s when Jimin came with the mop and broom and he started to clean the food and the spilled beverage. Pushing a strand of hair behind my ear, I took the tray with the broken dishes and into the disposal. As I turned around the mysterious man was behind me making me gasp.

“You scared me” I mumbled while he grabbed my wrist looking at the cut on my finger as he took a bandit out from his pocket wrapping it around my finger. He let go of my hand and made his way out of the shop.

“What did just happen?” Jimin’s voice made me jump making me turn my head, going over to him behind the counter I leaned over it and watched the mysterious man leaving throw the glass windows. “I would like to know that too” I whispered looking down at my finger.

[ ✨ LATER ✨]

Locking the shop’s doors I fixed the tote bag on my shoulder seeing the text message I sent Namjoon, he left me on read again. Fuck you Namjoon.

I started walking home, thankfully it wasn’t as late as yesterday, but keeping my head down on my phone my head suddenly bumped into someone’s chest, I quickly looked up.

“Ow…”

“Shouldn’t you be paying attention to where you’re going?” the mysterious man said, somehow I had remembered his voice and could probably recognize it anywhere. “That’s why assholes find you as a target” he added taking my phone out of my hands into his pocket.

“Hey! My–look I had…a frustrating and tiring day to deal with you now…thank you for helping me, but I have to get home before it gets dark” I said trying to grab my phone from him but he was faster and grabbed my wrist.

“Do you trust me?” he asked me and I frowned my eyebrows puzzled at his question, he had helped me out twice and I guess I trusted him, but it still depends for what.

“I…I guess but–” I mumbled but I didn’t finsh before he took off running with me not letting go. With me yelling the whole way longing for a break he took me inside a building, which seemed to be an empty one and abandoned, since we took the stairs.

“Hey! Water break!” I yelled before he stopped and I was breathing heavily, god I regretted telling him that I trusted him.

“You talk too much” he mumbled and pulled me out, we were now on the rooftop of the building, I was slightly blinded by the sun, but then I realized how pretty the sunset was. We got closer to the edge and I slowly held on from the railing. Taking in the view of the city, slowly looking up seeing the blue sky tinted with red and pink. A smile appeared on my face, I hadn’t smiled in so long it felt so relaxing.

“Do you like it?” the mysterious man asked softly making me look at him still smiling.

“Are you kidding? The view from here is amazing…I had never seen the city like this and the sunset is beautiful…” I said softly and I heard his lighter go off.

He had lit a cigarette and started to smoke, taking a hit of his cigarette and slowly letting the smoke out.

“I can lend this place to you…meaning we can share it” he said holding the cigarette before continuing. What did he mean?

“What? What do you mean?” I asked looking at him who was standing a few feet from me.

“I found this place first, and I thought the same thing you did…I guess being here it takes my mind off things or just helps me forget any shit…you know?” he said releasing some smoke.

I slowly nodded and moved closer slowly. “Well, if you don’t mind sharing this place…I will take your offer…I think you helped me find my new favorite place” I said smiling looking back again to the view. Until something hit me, this man was a walking mystery I had told this man that I trusted him, and he had already saved me twice. He showed me this wonderful place and I didn’t even know his name.

“By the way…what’s your name?” I asked turning my head to him again as his movements came to a stop. Slowly pulling the cigarette from his lips he glanced at me staring at me for a few seconds before he cleared his throat and his deep voice spoke.

“Yoongi…”

to be continued…

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armpirate · 2 months

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Anti-romantic || JJk | Ch. 9

Pairings: Boxer!Jungkook x fem!reader || Enemies to lovers, neighbors

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, curse, illegal boxing, violence

Warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook x reader, smut, dirty talk, curse, mention of tarot and fate

Summary: Jungkook had always been carefree when it came to love. He always believed he was worth sharing himself with everyone, and thought it was selfish of him to ever think of keeping himself exclusive to just one person.

And maybe that was exactly what got him into the big problem he was in.

A curse that kept him away from love didn't seem an issue for him. The fact that his ex-girlfriend thought he'd be affected by the idea of the girls he slept with running away from him after sex was ridiculous. She actually did him a favor, and took a burden away from him.

At least that was what he thought at first.

He had never found himself thinking of the possibility of repeating with neither of his hook ups, because they disappeared before he was able to even think about it. But when he makes the mistake of sleeping with the sexy neighbor that lives in front of him, he finds himself hoping to get the chance for a second round every time their paths cross.

Y/n hated him the second he set foot inside the building by the way he started making her life a miserable mess for no reason. Sleeping with him was a big mistake she wasn't thinking of repeating. At least not until he came up with the excuse that she rejected him for a curse. Not only she thought he was annoying, but she was also convinced he was crazy.

There was no way she could take him seriously.

Aprox. time of reading: 14 minutes

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Jimin's eyes instantly went to Jungkook as he entered the office, seeing his friend deep in thought while he stared at a random spot on the floor.

—I told you not to leave me alone with Elijah —he first said, quickly getting Jungkook's attention.

—Well, I didn't really have a choice —he shrugged—. What did he say?

—I doubt he's gonna give us much money this time —Jimin sighed, walking back to his seat—. He said how the gym seemed to be in a good state for the type of people that come.

—The type of people that come? —he scoffed with his words, tilting his head— It's a gym in a shitty neighborhood. The boys that come here do it because they have no other choice and this is where they start. If he's entitled ass can't understand what I want is for those same boys to stay here because they'll grow...

—Jungkook, give it up. It's not my money, and even I think this place isn't worth it —Jimin's harsh words took him by surprise—. All I know is that you go to each one of those fights, and risk your ass in exchange for nothing. Well, yes, make those assholes' egos bigger.

—You have no fucking idea what you're talking about... This place was once a place where fighters really thought they'd have a future, when I started, I...

—Jungkook, you're a failed boxer. Stop it. You're holding on to this, and risking being in jail or killed because you can't move on from this shit.

Jimin interrupted him again, finally daring to tell his friend what he thought about those fights and why he kept insisting on going there himself instead of sending any of the boys he wanted to train.

—No one's going to see you fight and think you're a boxer worth signing. You think those people actually go around illegal fights and randomly pick the poor boy who's trying to make boxing a thing to live from? At most, the best boxer is a meth addict, fighting his life for a shot and then giving up on it until he needs money again.

—If you hate all of this so badly, why don't you leave? Take your things and look for somewhere else to work.

—If I leave, I doubt there will be anyone holding you back from doing a lot of things you shouldn't do.

Jimin knew how impulsive Jungkook was. It was what got him into that big problem he was in at that point. Doing things out of instinct, to later find out it wouldn't work out was Jungkook's day to date since he grew up. And clearly that gym and everything that came with it were no exemption.

Jungkook's tongue poked through his cheek until it reached the lip ring on the right corner of his mouth. There were many things he wanted to say, but that he tried to hold back from saying because he just didn't want to fight with Jimin.

—I can't close this place —he simply said.

—I really want to understand why. I really want to walk in your shoes and understand why you're so attached to this. But as much as I think about it, I can't get to a logical answer.

It was the same argument every time Elijah showed up in the gym. Jimin was using even similar words to the ones he used the past month when they were told the only thing they needed to upgrade were the boxing bags.

—Honestly, at the end of the day, I'm just a worker, I'll be able to walk away when all of this falls down. Because it will at some point —Jimin assured him—. I'm just giving you advice for your own well. You're a grown up, and I'm no babysitter, so I guess it's up to you, regardless of what I say.

Jungkook wasn't even paying close attention to Jimin's words. He could hear what he was saying, he could make some sense out of the few words he managed to hear, but his brain was also on the other little problem that would probably make everything blow up if he only let her get away with what she wanted.

Whatever Jimin thought, whatever his warnings were, they all could wait for another moment.

—And you aren't even hearing what I say —he sighed—. Why do I even bother talking to you...

—That's the only thing I might agree on with you. Why do you keep talking about this every time when you know I won't change my mind?

Jimin didn't bother to answer back to his friend. Through the years, he had learned it was way more effective to just ignore him and let him be. He already warned him, he already gave him the advice, there wasn't anything else he could do for that stubborn prick.

—Who was that girl, by the way?

—That's the neighbor I told you about.

His head was thrown back in exhaustion when he heard that, getting ready for the reason as to why she bothered to look for him in such a rusty place.

—What the hell did you do to her now?

After he told him about her after the few incidents they both had, Jimin's instance was clear on the matter. He didn't let him defend or excuse himself, because for Jimin there was no excuse to the way he behaved. Other than the obvious one.

—I did nothing to her. She couldn't be here because, you know, she likes me?

—She was anything but happy to see you —he commented, with his eyes focusing somewhere else.

Jungkook almost bragged about what happened two days back, but he bit his tongue, regretting even the thoughts that encouraged him to do it. He had never been the type to do anything like that, not even in high school when his brain was in another head that wasn't exactly the one above his shoulders.

—That's her nature, actually —he walked past him, taking a seat at the chair placed in the corner of the office—. I'll deal with her later.

—"Deal with her" —Jimin scoffed—. Just let her live in peace, for fuck's sake.

—She's the one that came looking for me and I'm the one that needs to let her to live in peace?

Jimin ignored his comment, giving him one last tired look before he picked a few things from the table and stepped out of the office.

What he actually needed to do was to find a way to get out of whatever she was planning to do cleanly.

Her crossed heels were resting over the coffee table, giggling as she grabbed a fistful of popcorn as she watched the reality show she found herself hooked to. It wasn't even intentional. She remembered she was just folding her clothes, with her TV on as always to fill up the silence of her home, when she found it more interesting seeing a couple arguing about a possible affair than practicing the right way to fold her knitted sweater.

—Karen, he doesn't deserve you —she encouraged the blonde woman on the screen—. Beautiful, rich, and smart... yet she ended up with that asshole that should be kissing the floor she walked on.

She could only roll her eyes when she saw the girl crying, to then kiss the man in front of her -and that had cheated on her twice already in less than a year. For sure love was blind, because in no universe she would forgive a man who did that to her. To begin with, she wouldn't even date a man like that.

She turned down the volume of the TV when her phone ringtone sounded above the cracked whins of the girl. Her face instantly lit up when she saw her sister's name and picture on the screen, rushing to pick it up at the same time she went back to the same posture on the couch.

—Hey, copycat —she cheerfully greeted Y/n.

—Please, don't call me that —her huff was clearly heard from the other side, making her sister laugh at her reaction.

It was a nickname that would probably stay with her for the rest of her life, and that was caused by having an older sister by five years. It was the most normal thing for a twelve year old to look up to her seventeen year old sister.

Unlike her, Hannah was that type of girl who belonged to that one particular clique in high school, and that kept that same group in college -and even after she moved out of the country to Malaysia. She was the person she looked out for the most when everything seemed to be turning upside down.

—How are you?

—I'm okay —she sighed—. My boss is whiped for me and my work, so I finished earlier today —she bragged—. Actually, not really. He told me to leave early to close a deal for an article, but I ended up going home after it didn't work out.

—You should've gone back to the office —her sister called her out.

—Oh, sorry for doing the minimum for the minimum salary —she mocked, rolling her eyes—. Not all of us do almost one thousand per year.

It was the first time in her life she had a comfortable job, and the callosities on her palms were only the reminder of how hard she had to work to get to where she was. And of course she didn't expect Hannah to understand either. It wasn't her fault things started going south after she moved out and chose to study abroad, forcing her and her brother to leave those higher studies aside to focus on earning money to pay the bills.

—Are you ready for next week? —her voice softened.

Y/n left all those thoughts aside, the jokes were slowly vanishing, as soon as she asked about the next week. Moving her feet back to the floor, she sat properly on the couch, as if she was being watched, but it was just the fact that a more serious matter needed her body language to be more serious as well.

—I already asked for two days off —she answered.

—I'll be in Chicago by Wednesday —Hannah announced softly, careful with her tone.

—For how long will you stay?

—A week. I think it'll be good for mom to be with someone.

Y/n understood what Hannah meant with that, or at least she hoped she was referring to the fact that their mother would need to spend time with her daughters, aside from Mitchell, during such a hard time.

Although she didn't omit the idea of Hannah actually meaning what she first thought, considering she was the one who disliked the idea of their mother getting married again, and even considered not attending the wedding.

—You know she's not alone, right? —Y/n tried to remind her— Mitchell is always with her, and...

—I mean her family.

—They've been married for four years. I think he's pretty much part of our family as well.

And she knew she hit a sensitive button when she heard Hannah's huff on the other side, wondering when she'd finally accept the fact that their mother fell in love with someone that treated her right and that genuinely loved her and cared for her. Something that their father never did, even if Hannah wanted to believe he did.

—I think I don't really need to tell you what I think about that whole thing.

—It's not like I care either —she cut her off—. Mom's happy, and that's all that matters to me. After everything she's gone through, the least we could do is celebrate her happiness the same way she has always celebrated ours. She deserves that. And Noah would've also thought the same thing. If you aren't willing to do it for her, or for him, don't bother on coming, and stay in Klang.

The last thing her mother needed on the anniversary of Noah's death was to have Hannah making obvious how much she disliked Mitchell, for no logical reason whatsoever, and as much as she loved and appreciated her sister, she wouldn't allow her make it harder for her mother to deal with such a painful time along with her poor attitude.

—You're right —she agreed, clicking her tongue—. I'll make an effort for mom, and Noah.

She was almost going to ask her how things were going where she was, but her door bell interrupted her before she could even formulate the question. Taking a quick look through the peephole, she could feel her small smile dropping and turning into a disgusted expression when she saw Jungkook trying to take a look through the hole.

—I heard your steps —he warned her, before she could even think of ignoring him.

—I'll call you in ten minutes, alright?

She guessed he was there because of the reason why she showed up at his gym, although she expected him to be annoyed and against his will when she imagined him doing that exact same thing earlier that day. But he was smiling funny, showing off his two dimples and the two lip rings on his lips as soon as she opened the door.

—Can I step on your side, or will you kick my ass?

—You don't need to step on my side for me to do that —she rolled her eyes.

Jungkook wasn't surprised in the slightest by her rude answer, he was actually expecting something like that and it was exactly why he dropped his comment first. For some reason, he liked the way she talked to him and how she always had an answer to everything he said.

He ignored her as he stepped inside, walking past her at the same time he heard an unbelieving scoff before the door clicked.

—Oh please, come in —she ironically said—. You're home.

—Thank you —he ignored her tone, and the meaning behind her words—. You look better when you're being nice.

—And you look acceptable when you don't talk —she barked back—. Are you here to talk about what I told you about?

—A glass of water, please.

He didn't really need the water, he wasn't even thirsty, but he just wanted to make the most out of that moment. And he couldn't lie, Y/n looked her hottest when she was annoyed at him.

Her tongue pocked through the space between her chin and her lower lip, making a bulge momentarily show up as she tried to resist the urge to tell him she regretted ever reaching out to him for help.

—Actually —he stopped, when he saw her walking to him with the glass of water—, do you have coke?

If she had been only a bit stronger, that glass would probably have broken down in pieces under her fingers.

She offered him the glass filled with coke, taking a deep breath when he thanked her for it with the cockiest of the smiles. She knew he was trying to test her patience, reaching to her limit to get her to break down, but she wasn't going to give him that.

—Did you think about the article?

Instead of answering, Jungkook took the glass to his lips, gulping the bubbly drink and letting go a loud "Ah" as he exhaled.

—Right. The article —he nodded.

Y/n was hopeful when he seemed to be thinking about that. And bold of her to assume he was actually trying to remember the possible ideas he came up with, or how he was trying to word what he was going to tell her.

—I'm not going to do it.

She could feel her left eye twitching as he said his answer out loud with the most calming of the smiles, as if he wasn't close to death after rejecting her proposal just to piss her off. Jungkook was going to take another gulp of the drink, but Y/n snatched the glass from his hand before he was able to.

—Why not?

—One: I don't have time for your bullshit. Two: I'm not risking my ass. If you want to make all those people behind the fights angry, that's on you. Three: I don't want to.

—If you don't help me...

—What? You'll expose me in the article? —his head tilted, widening his eyes in fake sympathy— You won't do that. And you know why?

She wasn't sure she wanted to know. Only hearing him reject her petition was enough for her to feel tempted to reach for the closest knife and commit a crime.

—If my face shows up in that article, your video will show up on every social media. You think anyone will take you seriously after that? Or that anyone will pay attention to something that's an open secret after I share your video? —he scoffed, smirking as he leaned to her— Bouncy writer —he moved his hands in the air, emphasizing on the title—. Or maybe you'll be able to come up with a better title, since they'll probably ask you to cover it up.

Her blood started boiling. Her whole body was like a kettle reaching the highest temperature, and everything inside of her was close to blowing in a matter of seconds.

—Why so quiet? You thought you really had me, huh? —he rested his back on the backrest of her couch, getting comfortable as if he wasn't in big danger anywhere near her— You're good, but you need a little more practice on the streets to get me.

She stared at the glass, thinking of how nice it'd feel to throw the liquid right at his face, or just crash the glass against his head, but she held back. Jungkook was lucky she worried more about the mess he'd leave on her couch if she actually did any of those than what he'd look after doing that.

—Get out —she calmly said.

Jungkook was surprised by how calm and relaxed she sounded, and how she didn't even look at him as she pointed at her door.

—What?

—Didn’t I speak in English? I said: “Get out” —she stood up, emphasizing even more on the door—. If you aren't going to help, you have no reason to be here. So, leave.

—I thought that, since I'm here, we could...

—Wasn't I clear enough earlier today or...?

—Alright.

His hands raised up in the air, giving up at what he was aiming to say before he stood up. He was already used to Y/n closing the door right at his nose, that was why he didn't even flinch or be surprised when it smacked against the doorframe centimeters away from his face.

She stopped when she saw the almost full glass of coke on her table. She'd have to throw that away anyway, so she listened to her intrusive thoughts and chose to actually do what they asked her to do.

Jungkook opened his door again, pride lighting up his face after he saw her waiting for him to open the door.

That sided smile would only last five seconds, before she spilled all the content of the glass over his head, making him gasp by how cold the liquid felt over his body and how unexpected it all was.

—You were so thirsty for coke, it seemed a waste not to let you finish it —she smiled.

—You're crazy.

—Oh, you have no idea. But don't worry, you're about to see —she assured him.

One thing for sure: she was about to turn his life into a nightmare.

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The Last Train [PJM]

➴ Pairing: reader x Park Jimin (platonic; familial) | WC: 1.7k | Genre: angst, h/c | Rating: G (general)

➴ Warnings: grieving/grief; major character death (already happened prior to story; death is just the main theme of this fic), death (obviously)

➴ Tags: death, grief, hurt/comfort, train conductor!jimin, train!conductor reader, grandfather!jimin, grandchild!reader [gender neutral], major character death

➴ Summary: Upon the end of your grandfather's life, you seek closure and begin a life without him.

➴ Author's note: this is a very personal story. I lost my grandparent six months ago and it's all been downhill from there, but it's time for me to get up off the floor. I understand that not everyone grieves the same way I do (namely to put it into writing and publish it), but this was also written for anyone who's lost a loved one and needs comfort. Please don't yell at me for not writing something a certain way -- this was written as a form of self-comfort and serves as a goodbye to my grandparent. NOT BETA READ.

Based off the poem The Train of My Life by Jean d'Ormesson.

Do not redistribute or plagiarise on any other platforms (including but not limited to wattpad, youtube, instagram, facebook). I only use tumblr and AO3 as of the time of posting. If I find my work plagiarised or redistributed without consent, I will not hesitate to take legal action.

“It’s been a pleasure, fellow Conductor.” a voice sounds near your ear, warm and comforting.

You swivel in your chair to find a familiar figure standing near the sliding door, hands clasped together in front of him.

“What do you mean?” you ask, not bothering to hide the quaking in your voice.

“I mean that my stop is next. That we’ll be arriving at my station soon, and it’s time for me to go.” A sad smile mars an elderly gentleman’s face, shattering the peaceful façade.

Tears well up in your eyes and you pull the brakes as hard as you can, unwilling to go even a metre further. The train screeches to a halt, wheels groaning against the metal tracks as sparks fly from the friction between the two.

“No,” you say firmly, shaking your head. “No, I won’t let you go.”

His smile widens further, but his eyes offer a glimpse into his true emotions. He hurts as much as you, if not more. He’s known you since you were still in your mother’s stomach, after all. Has fought for you, loved you, since the moment he learned of your existence. Has sheltered you, raised you, nurtured you, laughed with you, and wiped your tears away when you were sad.

“Grandpa, please,” you beg. “Just a little more time. Just a few minutes. That’s all I ask.”

“But a few minutes will turn into more, and then we’ll be at a standstill, my dear,” he says gently. “When it comes to those we love, even forever isn’t enough.”

Your lower lip trembles as you fight to keep a sob from escaping. He’s not wrong. In fact, that’s precisely why it feels like your heart is entrapped in a vice-like grip. “Please don’t leave me.”

“My little one,” he says simply, eyes shining with unshed tears as he lifts his arms. You don’t hesitate, crossing the short distance between you in two bounds and into his embrace. “My sweet, beautiful, kind-hearted little bird.”

He strokes your hair lovingly as you press your face into the polo shirt he loves to wear at home, the piqué fabric greedily soaking up your tears.

You hold his waist with one hand, the other resting on his back as you return the embrace. He continues to soothe you, whispering while he waits for you to collect yourself.

“You can’t leave yet, grandpa,” you mumble into his chest. “I haven’t finished honouring my familial duties to you.”

“What do you mean by that?” he asks.

“I treated you horribly when I was a teenager. I flung your hand away every time you reached for it. I said things I wish I never said, but can’t take back. I wished terrible things on you when I thought you were being unfair. I even wished for your—”

“My little bird,” he says again, lifting your chin to meet your eyes. You look away, unable to meet his gaze. “Look at grandpa. Please.”

You do as you’re told.

“We have all done things we regret in life. Grandpa has never once blamed you for anything you did. Ah-ah,” he starts when you begin to protest. “I don’t want to hear it. You are my beloved grandchild. I don’t hold it against you. I never have, and never will, even for a second. We are all foolish when we are teenagers. You do, you regret, you learn from your mistakes, you move on. This is what grandpa has taught you. Do you remember?”

You nod meekly, tears continuing to flow down your cheeks.

“Grandpa loves you. And you love grandpa. This is what is truly important. Your actions spoke louder than your words. I know you loved me then, and you love me even more now. You have grown so much, and I am very proud of you. I know you did not truly mean what you said then. We never do when we are emotional, and you were quite angry during your teenage years, weren’t you?”

You flush at the memories that arise from his words. He chuckles lightheartedly. “Forgive an old man for his cheekiness.”

“Anything for you,” you reply simply. He beams at that, his smile wider than it has been in a long time.

“And that, my little bird, is what I mean when I say you have a heart of gold. You have always been kind. Kind to a fault, really. You forgive and forget when you should only forgive, and people have taken advantage of your gentle nature. You are too sweet. You must learn to protect yourself. Be kind, but have a backbone. Bite back when you need to. Being magnanimous does not equate being a doormat. Be like grandpa.”

A fresh wave of grief washes over you, and you cling to him like it’s the last thing you’ll be able to do.

He rests his head on top of yours, blinking back the evidence of his own anguish as he swallows hard. It hurts him just as much to leave you, if not more, but with his earthly duties finished, he has no choice but to leave.

“There’s so much more I wanted to do with you,” you say sadly. “I just got my memories back, and you’re…I mean, our journey is ending. I wanted to reminisce with you more and ask you advice like you always wanted me to do and—”

Your voice quivers and breaks as denial finally breaks its hold over you. Your grandfather is leaving, his story continuing only through the legacy he’s left on this earth, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. No amount of begging, holding, pleading, or wails of agony will delay his departure, even if you both desperately want him to stay with you.

Your grandfather tucks a finger under your chin to peer at your face and smiles bitterly, his eyes sparkling with unshed tears. You bite your lower lip, vision blurring as you sniffle.

“I don’t want you to blame yourself for anything that’s happened in the past,” you hear him say. “The past is in the past. What’s important is how we move on from our mistakes and learn from them.”

He brings your attention to a digital clock that has begun counting down the time you have left. 15 minutes. 14:57.

You blink. 13:53. That can’t be right. You can’t have wasted one minute just staring at the bright red numbers instead of memorising every last centimetre of your grandfather’s face. No matter. You’ll regret it later. You have to make the most of what’s left.

Steeling your resolve, you pull back in your grandfather’s embrace and look at him determinedly, furrowing your eyebrows. He lets out a laugh at something only he can see, and you feel the corners of your lips quirk up at his infectious joy. You think your grandfather is the most perfect human being to exist, albeit having his flaws. He has helped countless people over the course of his life, giving advice, comfort, and financial assistance to those who needed it. He made mistakes and bumbled his way through life at times, but never once did he let his mistakes hold him back.

He taught you to keep moving forward, even if it felt like the sky was crumbling.

You spend the rest of the time you have holding him close, murmuring your innermost thoughts and listening to his voice, not noticing when he leans over to the control panel and disengages the brakes, allowing the train to begin moving forward again.

It is only when a gentle chime sounds, echoing throughout the train, and a pre-recorded voice announces that the train has arrived at the last station that you realise your time is up.

Fresh tears well in your eyes when your grandfather squeezes your hand tightly, tugging you along to the door. Mutely, you follow him and step off the train, wrinkling your eyebrows when you see a new train on the opposite side of the platform.

“That’s your train, little bird,” your grandfather says. “Your journey with me is over, and it’s time to take control of your own train. It has followed you the whole time you were on mine. You have a life to live, a train of yours to drive. You will have passengers that get on and get off. You may promote some to co-conductors and demote them. This is all part of the train of life.”

He pulls you to him, holding you so tight that you can’t breathe, but releases you after a moment. “Fly free, my little bird. When it’s your time, I will be waiting at your station to welcome you home.”

Tears spill over and follow a pre-ordained path down your face as you step off your grandfather’s train and onto your own. It feels wrong, but you know it’s the right thing to do. You must move on, no matter how difficult it is.

The doors are closing. Please step back. You listen to the disembodied announcer and watch, smiling through your tears, as your grandfather-less train begins to move and leave his station. His waving form grows smaller and smaller, until nothing but the darkness of a tunnel surrounds the train. You’ve officially left him behind.

Letting out a long exhale, you wipe your eyes and your nose before entering your conductor’s cabin, where you freeze.

On one of the chairs lies a framed photo of you and your grandfather, with a note on top that reads:

To my precious little bird. I could have never asked for a better grandchild. Even if I could spend eternity with you, it would still not be enough. You are my pride and joy. Finish your duties thoroughly and leave as few regrets as possible. Do not rush through them to find me. I am an important but not the only part of your life. You still have much to look forward to. I love you. See you soon.

As you read the second last line of his letter, your train exits the tunnel into a beautifully sunny field with his favourite flowers lining either side of the meadow.

Momentarily blinded, you hold a hand to shield your face and squint against the sudden onslaught of light before turning your attention to the last line of the letter he left you.

Love, Grandpa (Park Jimin).

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aloneatpeace · 1 month

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𝙰𝙿𝙾𝙲𝙰𝙻𝚈𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳

HORRORS OF THE NIGHT '8'

.→✒️:★: ͜͡✿͜͡ →. I have been in hell when i couldn't write anything. I thought i could focus on studies but writing the only thing that keeps me sane.

TW : Major character death (sorry)

One stabbing oneself.

Have good reading ❤️

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The night felt similar to that of when you had spent the night in the maze but more terrifying. Everyone knows what coming out of the maze to hunt them and they don’t have an efficient defense system to save themselves.

Yoongi knows that as well. Despite knowing that the grievers in the maze is something they cannot easily defeat, they never thought that a day would come where they have to fight the grievers for their life. These walls were the only thing that kept them away from the boys now the doors are all open leaving them vulnerable to the creatures

“Taehyung, tell everyone to gather at council hall” he commands taehyung took off running nodding “Winston goes with him” he turns to hoseok “hoseok grab every weapon we have we will meet council hall”

Hoseok nods leaving with seokjin, gally instruct some of the boys to go hide in the woods.

Yoongi grabs you by your hands “you and Theo are going you get Namjoon and jungkook and jimin all right?” he asks looking at in your eyes snaping you out of your mind. You wordlessly nod. But before you and Theo can leave the sound of boys shouting from the distance is heard the group of boys come running out the words that not only thing from the darkness of the maze a giant figure creeps in.

The roaring of griever echoes through the open doors making everyone turn, the limbs of the griever is all you see everything in you scream to run and hide “Everybody hide!”

You all run to the corn filed hoping the large plants will cover and hide you all from the creature the screaming of boys still echoed from the distance no doubt that they are also being hunted by the creature.

Panting you all sit down the field yoongi’s hands clasp around you making you look at him he gestures everyone to be quiet as the sound of the griever nearby followed by the screams of someone.

That’s when zart get grabbed by it as the creature’s meatal limb clasp around his back a scream leaving his mouth. You scramble to grab his hands but he was already taken by the creature.

yoongi pulls you back. And once again you all starts running for your life, halfway you guys meet with Namjoon who is being supported by jimin and jungkook.

“y/n what’s going on?” jimin asks

You stop Infront of them “the grievers they’re here”

“We need to get council hall “yoongi state he glances at Namjoon, jimin and jungkook “you three sticks together”

You, yoongi and Theo takes torches and weapons that you find anything that could save you all as on from every side the grievers killing the boys.

Just as you all run towards a griever crash right Infront of you it snarls the mechanical tail lifting as its claw extends to grab anyone that it can reach.

Theo quickly grabs a jar that use to light and throws it at the griever igniting the thing on fire, the creature screech as the fire consumes it completely. Now that it is away from the path the running starts again, the creature following with aggravated snarls.

Namjoon trips and falls bringing jimin and jungkook down with him jimin yells at Namjoon for falling but nonetheless he helps him along with jungkook.

You and yoongi draw out your weapons as the creature stand Infront you, pushing the three behind you.

With adrenaline rushing through you stand Infront of them screaming at the creature to fight chest heaving.

Before the creature can hurt any of you it was struck by spears, hoseok and seokjin come running towards you.

“GUYS COME ON” Taehyung yells from the council hall waving at everyone to come fast.

Hoseok who is the last one to get in shut the doors backing away from the door everyone stands in fear silently afraid to make noise that could get them all killed flinching when it starts pounding on the door.

The creature circle around looking for a way to get in, the creature jumps on the roof and everyone huddle towards the door suddenly the creatures tail breaks the roof and pulls up the pole that hold the roof up making it come crashing down everyone.

One of the boys get grabbed by the creature before anyone can save him, everyone gathers around again the creature again circle around and it penetrate through the walls grabbing the boy who was close.

Jungkook screams when the creatures claw gets wrapped around his torso, your eyes widen when he gets lifted reaching for his you get hold on his hands and everyone join in pulling jungkook back.

“Jungkook don’t let it go” jimin screams at him.

“NO SHIT”

Namjoon pants holding his sides his face hardening when he sees the stung getting ready to inject jungkook, pushing himself up he garb the machete and with yell he cuts the tail making the creature retreat and jungkook to falls on tops you all.

You garb jungkook faces making him look at you “are you okey?”

He coughs “yeah. I’m fine” sitting up jungkook doesn’t seems to fazed at all he takes the stung that fallen off from creature and turns to namjoon “thanks namjoon”

You let out a sigh of relief sitting down for moment too quickly as the tail come right back namjoon name leave your lips with scream when he gets grabbed pushing yourself stand up you dash towards him grabbing on to his hands.

You pull him towards you with all your strength “hold on”.

Namjoon eyes watch you with longing as maybe this is how things mend to be, maybe this is the last time he gets to see. He never regrets meeting you, being friends with you, falling for you, loving you. his only regret is that he didn’t get tell you that, hold you one more time, kiss you once again to feel what is like to live that moment.

He neglects the fact that being with you, getting his friends involved with you a factor that led to the decision of them sending him and his friends in the maze.

He doesn’t know how you got here, why would they send you down here but he knows that you will get them all out of here.

“You, get them out.” He whispers to you maybe you knew that he’s giving up because he could feel your tightening your hands around his.

You scream for him when his hands leave yours running out the hut not stopping when the boys protest against.

The glade is destroyed distant screams of boys and snarling of grievers still echoes a devested look falls on everyone’s face, Theo watches you as you take in the site Infront of you sadly.

Gally come speeding towards you a glare fixed on his face the boys who was still unable to digest the fact that Namjoon is gone again didn’t see him.

Jungkook is blaming himself for what happened and his friends knows that seokjin hold him by his shoulder sharing knowing glance with yoongi and hoseok. Taehyung and jimin silently mourn the loss of Namjoon.

Their attention is taken away when Theo yells for you as gally punch you square in the face making you fall down. Theo run towards you just behind him jimin and jungkook as yoongi and hoseok, taehyung and seokjin held gally back putting distance between you and him.

“This is all you, y/n! look around” gally screams at you.

Jimin and Theo helps you stand up, the hit was hard you could fell the split lip when you hit the ground

“Back off, gally it’s not her fault” hoseok yells at him.

“You heard what Namjoon said. She’s one of them!”

“One of who?”

“She’s one of them, and they sent her here to destroy everything, and now she has!” he states thrashing around the boys hold.

The accusation weighting in you, he is right Namjoon even said he remembers that you wereone of them that send them here.

Namjoon….

“Look around, y/n! look around! This is your fault”

You hung your head not having any words to defend yourself agreeing with gally words, but you don’t remember anything.

Your eyes find the stung that jungkook hold in his hands.

“Back off, gally this is not her fault! Stop blaming her” taehyung glare at him

“This is no one’s fault. Stop starting a fight gally. Calm down” yoongi said sternly “let go him” he said “And you better stay put” he warns him authority evident in his tone as the boys let go him.

Jungkook look down in his hands when he feels the device being taken away from his handsturning away from them, he sees you.

You take the stinger, fear and guilt creeping in you rapidly making you heart tight “maybe he’s right.” You mumble

Jungkook hear this “what?”

Jimin and Theo share knowing look as jimin slowly walks towards you “hey, don’t listen to him” he softly said. Theo calls your name but you seem not hear them your intense gaze fixed on the device.

“I have to remember, have to remember” you state before jungkook can stop your hands you stab yourself with the stinger a loud gasp escaping you. the others turn to you when they hear your name being screamed in panic Jungkook and Jimin’s hands stretch to catch you as you fall the others too come running towards you.

Everything turns blurs the sounds starts to fade away the last thing you register is the boys panicked face and Theo screaming for the vial that contains the serum.

A lady in white coat smile at you as you hand her new reports.

Theo sat across you as he works, he’s eyes finds yours.

“Why are we doing this?”

“Excellent work y/n, come with me"

The beeping of heart monitor, the next thing you feel immense shock wave rushing your body.

“Wicked isn’t good.” Theo said.

“Wicked is good” the women said you nod at her as she leaves you turns to the pot that keep

the boys, the text subject in water.

“How could be this be my fault?”

You watch Namjoon lay in the pot with wires connected to him.

As you walk through the hallway with Theo wicked guards drag away barley conscious yoongi and seokjin making you pause but Theo pulls you away.

Taehyung bang on the glass window his eyes plead at you with something you don’t know.

You stand behind the glass door watching jimin and jungkook memories gets wiped out.

“I can’t watch them die again” you said to Theo he says nothing.

You watch Namjoon, yoongi, seokjin, hoseok, jimin, taehyung and jungkook sits in circle in the middle of night talking among them in the glade.

“I can’t let them suffer any longer”

"Do you know them?" Theo asks taking your hands in his.

You glance at the boys before meeting Theo’s eyes “No”

The boys sit around under the shade they have been sitting here after gally had ordered to put you and Theo in the pit.

The Glade is destroyed the Gladers are in Gally’s favor, he is the first in command, the boys had no strength to fight him. They were given the ultimatum.

“Seems like no one is going to say but so I will” Taehyung voiced capturing everyone’s attention

“we can’t stay here, any longer. At night those things are going to come back and….” he bites

his lips shutting his eyes “I can’t lose another one of you”

Jimin clasp his hands on taehyung knees squeezing his leg as latter’s voice shake at the end.

“He’s right” hoseok speak up “we have to get out of here” he glances at yoongi who laying down his eyes are closed but hoseok knows he is awake.

Jin turns to hoseok “you’re saying get out way you and y/n found”.

“Yeah, I have the key and I know the maze like the back of my hand”

“What about the others? What about Y/n?” jungkook finally speak up he has been silent since the incident at the council hut. His lift his head sitting straight from the slouched posture receiving sympathetic glance when they see his red puffy eyes, face sticky from tears. “We can’t leave her”

“We are not leave anyone behind if anyone want to come, they’re welcomed. But then again,

we don’t even know if we can pull this off” jin explains.

Jungkook open his mouth but jimin cut him off “that not what he meant.” They glance at jimin and jungkook in confusion.

“When we are with him at the med jack, Namjoon was rumbling about her” he looks apprehensive “he kept saying that he remembers her that he couldn’t believe that she is here, how did she do it and why was she here. At first, I thought he might be angry at her you know he’s the one with the memories now. But he was surprise and scared for her”

“Why?” yoongi who now sitting up questions with uncertainty in his orbs seokjin, hoseok and taehyung share the same emotion.

Jimin shrugs “he didn’t exactly tell us, said that we all have to get out the maze before they take her away again. And who is they I don’t know we couldn’t ask by then we heard shouting and came out looking for you guys”

“What do we do now?” taehyung asked

Yoongi exhale running his hands through his hair “you three” he points at hoseok, taehyung and

jungkook “pack essential things and figure out what’s exactly gally going to do, the rest of us will talk with her. then we are getting out of here one way or another”

Theo looks down on his lap gazing at your face, he moves the stray hair on face tucking it behind your ears.

“Tell him to stop touching her” jimin lean towards yoongi whispering without taking eyes of

Theo. His eyes widen when Theo wipes dried blood off your lips.

“I don’t like this”

Seokjin pats on his shoulders “we know”

“Is she waking up?” yoongi asks Theo

Theo glance up “no, should I wake her?”

“yeah” taehyung said “as much I would like her to rest, she needs to know what’s going to happen” he adds.

Yoongi and seokjin nods sighing Theo gently shakes you.

Your eyes flutter few times and Theo’s face fills your vision “Are you okey?”

“Sweetheart are you alright?” an enthusiastic voices call.

“Keep it down” jin smacks jimin head making him whine “yoongi, can you move a little?” jin crouch down as you sit up with grunt. He calls your name making him look at you his kind smile falls “WHAT IN THE WORLD WERE YOU THINKING? HUH” Jin’s loud voice startle everyone.

“ARE YOU OUT YOUR MIND.WHAT...MMMM” his words cut off his mouth is shut with yoongi hands.

Disoriented you look around “What? what happened? Why are you yelling?”

“Gally has taken control.” Yoongi said take his hands off jin’s face silently warning the male. “He said we had a choice either join him…or get banished with sundown with you”

You see hoseok, jungkook and taehyung missing and that’s making disappointed maybe they resailed that you’re not worth the trouble. “And the others agreed to that?”

“Hoseok and the other two with gally trying to negotiate” seokjin explained.

“Gally has everyone convinced that you’re the reason all this has happened.” Theo adds

That’s the truth isn’t it, you are the reason why it all happened “well, he’s been right so far.”you said numbly.

“What are you talking about” jimin frowns not liking the statement at all the other share the sentiment.

Wrapping your arms around yourself you lean against the wall of the pit “this place it’s not what we thought it was. It’s not a prison, it’s test. they were experimenting on us. And then people started disappearing. Every month, one after other, like clockwork.”

“They were sending them up in the maze.” Yoongi speak up.

“Yeah, but not all of us.” Your words dry out guilt creep up on your throat “guys, I’m one of them. The people who put you here, I work with them. I watched you guys for years.”

As the word leaves your mouth you brace yourself for there reaction, jin to yell at you, jimin to leave you and yoongi glare with hatred anything but they didn’t when you look at them, they look away and somehow that’s hurts you more than it should.

“The entire time you been here, I was on the other side of it. so were you.” your eyes locking with Theo.

“What?”

“Theo, we did this to them.” You conclude with heavy heart.

Theo shakes his head in disbelief that he would do something like that “No. that can’t be true.”

“It is. I saw it.”

“Why would they send us up if we were with them?” Theo voice shake with frustration.

You shrug shaking your head “it doesn’t matter.”

“She’s right.” Yoongi voice cut through making everyone look at him, his eyes were on you pining you with his intense gaze “it doesn’t matter. Any of it because the people we were before the maze don’t even exist anymore. These creators took care of that but what does matter is who we are now, and what we do right now. You went into the maze and you found a way out.”

“Yeah, but if I hadn’t Namjoon would still be alive.”

It the truth and that’s make yoongi pause “maybe, but I know that if he were here, he would be telling you the exact same thing. Pick yourself up, Finish what you started because if we do nothing then that mean Namjoon died for nothing, and I can’t have that.”

Seokjin smile at yoongi words grateful that he didn’t lose himself after everything, jin knows how deep yoongi feels how he burden himself everything, alone. afraid to let show his buddled- up emotions.

Yoongi is right Namjoon would want you to continue as well that’s what he said, you have to get them out of here, for Namjoon’s sake, for everyone’s sake.

And for yourself as well, somehow, you’re the reason that they are all trapped here and treated like lab rats, the only way to undo it to get them out of here even if its mean to sacrifice your life for that you would do it, for them.

“Okey, but we gotta get through gally first.”

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bunkoos-mole-enthusiast · 7 months

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Weekly Jungkook Fanfic Recs:

Some fine JK fics for your reading pleasure. Please show your appreciation to all the wonderful authors :)

Hold Me Close: When Jimin hits a crisis, he enlists the help of his older sister - you - and his best friend, Jungkook, to put the pieces back again. That proves to be difficult when 1) Jimin’s a brat and a certified pain in the ass, and 2) Jungkook has grown and suddenly, you can’t keep your eyes off him. https://ahundredtimesover.tumblr.com/post/648453337697632256/hold-me-close-jjk

This Is How We Break: There are things you prepared for coming back home and that includes seeing your ex-boyfriend, but helping him design his apartment isn’t one of them. From meetings over coffee and lunches with your friends, you both learn more about the time in-between, and what you find out leave you heartbroken, wondering if there’s enough of you left to try to get back what you’d lost. https://ahundredtimesover.tumblr.com/post/657320190385831936/pairing-jungkook-x-f-reader-genretags-exes

Fight For You: Working at a private security agency has its perks. The downside? Being the personal bodyguard of spoiled, rich heiresses like you. But there are things that Jungkook didn’t expect, like rejecting you, falling for you, and realizing what he’d been missing all along. https://ahundredtimesover.tumblr.com/post/661180436491419648/fight-for-you-series-masterlist-jjk

The Love After: Every werewolf has a fate, interpreted by Amma and guided by the Moon. In this world, there are 2 Supreme Fates fully determined by Her - serve in the Wolf Warrior Clan or find your True Mate. You and Jungkook have neither. You both lost the loves of your lives to live out their Supreme Fates and it’s why you both hold resentment towards the mating system. Until the Ceremony happens and you and Jungkook are fated to each other, connected only by heartbreak, pain, and the long lost belief that you could ever love again. https://ahundredtimesover.tumblr.com/post/673101365194670080/pairing-jungkook-x-f-reader-exyoongi-x

A Still Day Or A Hurricane: Driven by your perfectionist attitude and need to have everything in order, you planned that by age 30, you’d have made junior partner, bought your own apartment, and have children. You achieved them, of course, and while the last bit required you to take matters into your own hands - no thanks to your ex-boyfriend who dumped you but to your best friend who directed you to a fertility clinic - you’re now a 31-year old who pretty much has her life under control. You’re ready to raise your child on your own, that is, until the 20-something pastry chef flirts his way into your heart, messing up the perfect little life you worked so hard to have for yourself. https://ahundredtimesover.tumblr.com/post/680695455254020096/pairing-jungkook-x-f-reader-genretags-single

Reading Between The Lines: You're an art student beginning your final year at university, and the assigned partner for your thesis project? Much to your dismay, it's Jeon Jungkook. You don't like him — he doesn't seem to try very hard, and besides, he's on the soccer team, and you don't really get along with athletes. Thanks to a lack of available models and a shortage of studio space, you end up spending a large portion of your semester locked in a tiny closet with Jungkook, where you eventually discover he's nothing at all like you originally thought. https://archiveofourown.org/works/21625915

Angels Like You: Show up and dance, that’s what you expected to happen on another insipid Saturday evening that was stolen by your college, what you didn’t expect was a dance partner who was chosen for you without your knowledge. https://aquagustd.tumblr.com/post/663412356477501440/show-up-and-dance-thats-what-you-expected-to

Hysterics: The beaked masks had once signaled to the people the presence of a doctor walking amongst them, offering what help they could as the Black Death ravished town after town. A few decades later, they had been repurposed. Behind the mask the man was still a doctor, only now the services he offered were of an entirely different variety. https://archiveofourown.org/works/37244452

Strike Three: When discipline and chaos meet, one will always rise to the top. Bodyguard JK au. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17298917

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static voice pt 2 | kth (M)

➛pairing: Demon Taehyung x Fallen Angel Reader (ft. bff Angel Jin) ➛summary: It's been weeks since his healing, and yet you still have a lingering demon house guest - something your best friend isn't going to let you ignore. However, with more time that passes, you realize... do you even want him to leave? ➛genre: Angel/Demon!AU, fluff, humor, eventual smut ➛word count: 3741 ➛rating: 18+ for this installment, please check each part for rating as there will be smut ➛warnings: cursing, some quick descriptions of violence, some heavy petting. ➛notes: Demon Taehyung demanded a full story line, and here we are. Shout out to static voice anon who started this whole thing by sending a simple ask -- you have no idea how much your encouragement means! And as always, sending love to @allbutmemorywillfade who sent in the original prompt which lead to the creation of these sweet dinguses, and who has been nothing but supportive & kind. You're too good to me 🖤 This is rough edited and unbeta'd bc I have no patience whatsoever. ➛song: Mine - Sleep Token & I Can See You - Taylor Swift ➛tagging: @jimins-ass-eater, @quinnkoo, @thatlongspringnight

It’s Sunday morning, and there is currently a demon folding laundry on your bed.

Everything about that sentence should be blasphemous, and yet, it’s become normal. Well, normal for you. Certainly not normal for any other Fallen you’ve ever known.

Taehyung’s brow furrows as he concentrates, sorting the mass of clothes first into piles before making way to fold each piece. His hands are precise, fingers lining up each seam as he works, eyes only leaving his work to dart towards the TV playing something in the background. He liked having something on for noise, he had explained, and who were you to question someone willing to fold your clothes?

Jin would say that your use of that argument is what led to having a demon for a roommate in the first place, which is exactly why you keep these kinds of thoughts to yourself - you didn’t ask for that kind of negativity.

Not that there was any downside that you could see. Sure, you hadn’t asked Taehyung what his plan was yet, but you also hadn’t needed to. He was the epitome of a perfect house guest, slotting into your life easily and effortlessly. He was considerate, always offering to assist with any healings that he could; from triaging those who showed up at the door, to talking with them softly while you worked, easing their anxieties with a few kind words. And in those difficult sessions where there was nothing for him to do, he offered what he could - his presence, his reassurance.

It made you feel safe, knowing that he was on your side, no matter what you opened your door to.

“Does this need a hanger, or am I supposed to fold this?”

Taehyung holds the garment pinched between his fingers, eyes peering up to meet yours. It’s a black silky dress, mostly held together with string and a prayer, and you know for a fact it was something you hadn’t worn recently - let alone put in the wash.

Heat creeps up your neck, and you fight the embarrassing urge to rip the fabric out of his hands and throw it out the window. The demon blinks at you with wide blue eyes, and you wonder not for the first time if he’s fucking with you.

The other thing about Taehyung is that he’s impossible to read. His ability to go from the aloof affectionate demon who cuddles with your cat to the flirty winky man who drops innuendos in your kitchen leaves your head spinning. Worst of all - at least, to you - is that nothing has happened since that night at your place four weeks ago. Other than a few lingering glances that leave you questioning, Taehyung has made no more comments about his desires, which you try not to think about. Even if it’s driving you crazy.

“That needs a hanger - though I have no idea how that ended up with the laundry, I haven’t worn it in ages.”

It was something you had purchased on a spontaneous whim, back when you had first become Fallen. It had made you feel sexy, powerful; and you had nowhere to wear it, so it had lived its life mostly stuffed in the back of your closet.

“Oh, I put it there,” Taehyung says, nonchalantly, as if he’s discussing the weather. “I was going through your closet to see if there were some things you could donate to that shifter that you healed two nights ago and found it crumpled on the floor. It was too beautiful to leave in that condition.”

Fighting the urge to sigh, you instead fix him with a glare.

“Oh? So you were aware it needed a hanger,” you grumble, though there’s no heat in your tone. “And what am I supposed to do with it now? It’s not very practical to wear for healing,” scoffing, you nod towards the dress.

“I disagree,” Taehyung sniffs, placing the garment on the hanger before laying it down on the bed delicately, smoothing it over with a palm. “I think the sight of you in that dress could be healing in more ways than you could imagine.”

Suddenly, the air in the room was stifling and you forget how words work, instead just blankly staring at the demon on your bed. He looks up at you, the slightest hint of a smirk pulling at his lips, and before you can formulate a response, a loud sound interrupts from the other room.

“HEY! Lucky, you asshole, I’m trying to walk!” Jin yells, clearly fighting a battle with the cat in the foyer of the apartment. “Where is everyone, anyway?”

“In here!” you call out, moving to grab the dress off the bed and put it in the closet before the angel sees. You’re not sure why you feel the need to hide it from him, but the last thing you need is him doing something to embarrass you - especially after Taehyung managed to fluster you so thoroughly.

Jin bumps the door open with his hip, his arms full of plastic bags, various groceries sticking out of each. “These are the groceries I owe you after eating all your last ones,” he announces, eyes scanning the scene he’s walked into. “I want it to be known for the record.”

“Hi, Jin!” your demon roommate greets, moving to stand. “Want me to put these away for you? I was just finishing up laundry.”

Jin’s gaze slides over to you, and you do your best to ignore the pointed question he was daggering into your skull, instead answering for him. “That would be great, Tae. Thank you.”

“Yes, thank you, Tae,” Jin echos, sliding the bags easily into the blonde’s arms. “We’ll meet you out there in a second.”

You’re about to mouth off about how Jin isn’t your father and he doesn’t get to order anyone around, least of all you- but Taehyung is already acquiescing, leaving the bedroom with the soft click of the door.

“So, he folds your laundry for you now, too? What’s next, he gets your dry cleaning? On Wednesdays, are you going to drink wine and do face masks?”

Tsking, you cross your arms. “Don’t be ridiculous, Jin. We both know I don’t have dry cleaning, and face masks are part of Smut and Skincare Sundays.”

This time, the angel doesn’t hide his annoyance in his glare.

“Come on, you know what I mean. I get why you haven’t kicked him out, but…” he sighs, plopping himself on the edge of your mattress. “What are you doing? What is he doing? What’s the end goal here?”

It’s what you’ve been asking yourself these last few weeks, and yet you’re no closer to coming to answer now than you were before. All you know is that you enjoy having him around, and something about the unreadable lanky demon being nearby gives you a sense of peace you haven’t felt since before becoming a Fallen. A feeling of comfort, of safety - and you’re terrified of losing it.

“I don’t know, Jin. I just know that I don’t mind having him around,” you avoid his eyes, instead rounding the bed to finish putting away the clothes. “It’s nice having help with the healings, especially with the late night calls. You know I don’t like being alone here.”

You leave the other piece unsaid - that you don’t like being alone, at all. That Taehyung’s warm, infectious laughter and mischievous charm added light back into your once dark, monotonous days. That it felt like he belonged there - but that you have no idea how he feels, at all.

The silence is heavy, as if Jin could read your mind, but if he does he doesn’t say anything, instead letting loose a breath. “Yeah, I know. I get it. I’m not trying to be a hard ass or anything, but I am trying to look out for you.”

“I know.”

“I just don’t want to see you get hurt,”

“I know that, too.”

“At least promise me you’ll talk to him about what his plans are? If he intends on staying here indefinitely, or…” Jin pauses then, as if he doesn’t want to even go down the route. “Whatever. But promise me you’ll discuss it?”

He reaches out then, stopping you in your tracks until you meet his eyes. There’s no longer any annoyance there, just genuine concern, but for some reason that doesn’t make you feel any more at ease.

“Yes, Dad,” you tease, shaking your hand free with a grin. “I promise I’ll talk to him. But it’s certainly not going to be in front of you, so it’ll have to wait for tonight.”

“Fair enough,” Jin moves to stand, reaching for your door. “Just make it soon, okay?”

He closes the door behind him, and you hear his voice joining Taehyung’s in the kitchen, giving you a moment to collect your thoughts. Why are you so scared to talk to Taehyung? It has nothing to do with his status as a demon, something you barely noticed outside of his beauty; you could tell he was a genuine being, regardless of his beginnings. And he’s easy enough to talk to, has been nothing but a perfect gentleman of a roommate.

It’s easy to tell yourself that it’s because it’ll be an awkward conversation, one that has the potential to make him feel awkward as well, something that you don’t want in the least. But if you’re honest - truly, deeply honest - it’s because you’re scared that he will leave, and you’re not sure that you want that at all, anymore.

Actually, you know you don’t want that anymore.

The answer seems simple enough, then - have the discussion, ask him to stay.

But why does the thought of asking him make you feel like you’re swallowing glass?

“You better come out here if you want to help pick dinner!” Jin yells, and shakes you from your thoughts.

Joining them in the kitchen, you see they made quick work of putting away the groceries, leaving the counters clear with the exception of a few paper take-out menus.

“Grocery shopping exhausts me,” Jin explains, nodding towards the array of menus. “It’s my treat, just let me know what sounds good and I’ll go pick it up. I promised Tae I’d stay for a movie.”

After settling on a local Thai place, Jin calls in the order before heading out, demanding that you both are on movie selection duty in his absence.

Plopping yourself onto the couch, Taehyung joins you, sitting side by side so close that your thighs are pressed together. Ignoring the building heat his proximity brings, you quickly grab the remote, scrolling through various streaming options trying to settle on something that you’d all like.

“Can I ask you a question?” Taehyung interrupts, voice low.

“Of course.”

“Do you ever wonder what life would be like if things were different?”

Tearing your eyes from the TV, you focus on his ethereal face illuminated in the flickering light of the screen, on the intensity in his eyes. He looks distant; his gaze still bright, but more serious than usual, more lost.

“What do you mean, Tae?”

He sighs, a mixture of resignation and something more. “I mean, what if I wasn’t a demon? What if I hadn’t been injured, or it had happened in another district with a different healer? What if you hadn’t Fallen? Would our paths still have crossed?”

His eyes are a bright cerulean blaze, more solemn than you’ve ever seen him before, and it has you frozen in place. It feels like he’s asking you something much bigger, much more vulnerable than he’s letting on, and it makes your throat tighten.

Meeting his stare, you reach for him, taking one of his hands into your own. “I believe that some connections are meant to happen, regardless of the circumstances,” you reply, hoping he could hear the sincerity in your tone. “We could have made different decisions, but ultimately, our souls found each other and brought us together.”

It’s then you realize just how close you are, how close his face is to your own, how his body is pressed up against every inch of your side. The intimacy of your words and your bodies has you feeling exposed, and yet you can’t seem to pull away.

Taehyung’s gaze meets yours, his eyes shimmering with emotion. “You really think that? That some connections are destined?”

“Of course I do,” you nod, and his answering smile is almost blinding. Sliding his hand away from yours, he instead launches into a hug, pulling you to his chest.

“Thank you for saying that. You really have a way with words, you know,” Taehyung murmurs, nuzzling his face into your neck. “You have no idea how much peace your presence brings me, Angel. It’s something that I thought I’d lost forever.”

His words have your heart squeezing painfully in your chest, your tongue thick with the things you want to say. You’re even more affirmed in your decision to ask him to stay, pulling out of his embrace to do just that, when a loud knock at the door startles you both.

“Hello? Is this where the Fallen healer lives?” a male voice calls out, one you don’t recognize. “Please, I just need some healing - are you home? Hello?”

Moving to open the door, you wait until you hear Taehyung follow in step behind you before answering. Leaving the chain lock in place, you open the door enough to peer into the hall. “Yes, how can I help?”

A demon stands there – the tiny horns barely visible in his dark hair – black like his wrinkled suit. He was dressed like he either just left some sleazy bar or was on the way to one, though based on the stale whisky scent emanating from him, you’d guess both.

He gives a low whistle, eyeing you up and down in a way that makes your skin crawl. “Damn, they didn’t mention how pretty you are, just that you were the closest healer. If I wasn’t so hungover, I might try to shoot my shot, but at the present, I-”

“Nevermind, I’m not home,” you deadpan, moving to close the door, when the demon's foot stops it from shutting completely.

“Please, wait! I’m sorry, you’re right, that was rude of me–” he starts frantically, clearly not wanting you to leave. “Listen, I’m just really, painfully hungover, and I have a big meeting I have to get to with some guys that I do not want to piss off and I was hoping you could help me out a bit. I just need a little healing, and then I’ll be out of your hair.” His hands wring together, and you notice how much his teeth are working his bottom lip, the tinges of his fear evident despite his bravado.

Glaring at him, you sigh heavily before peering over your shoulder to lock eyes with Taehyung. If all he needed was a little hangover cure, it should be simple enough of a healing without taking too much of your energy, and then he could be on his way. Easy enough. When your demon gives you a reassuring nod, you turn back to the stranger.

“Fine, a quick healing, and then you leave me alone.”

“Yes, of course! Thank you, seriously,” he continues, pausing as you unlatch the chain and open the door to let him inside. “I really appreciate it.”

Standing in the entryway, it’s once he closes the door behind himself that the stranger finally notices Taehyung, eyes narrowing. “What’s another demon doing here?”

“He helps me,” you reply, giving the same simple answer you give anytime the question is asked by a creature looking for your services. At the end of the day, it’s none of their business who he is and why he is with you, and the less information given, the better. “We’ll do the healing down the hall.”

Moving to get your supplies, you go to show him to your workspace but he’s still paused, glaring at Taehyung.

“What, he helps you, you help him, that kinda thing?” he sneers, speaking to you but still only looking at Tae. “Can’t say I blame him, you really are a looker. I bet you’re really fun to play with.”

Temper snapping at his words, you spin on your heel to point to the door. “That’s it, you’re done. Get out.”

Before the demon can utter a reply, Taehyung is in his face, as if he was waiting for your unspoken signal to spring into action. Holding him in place with a fist in his suit jacket collar, he shakes the demon once, walking him backwards toward the door. “You heard her. Leave now, and do not return.”

“Come on! Can’t you take a little joke?” the asshole shouts, any pretense of niceties fully falling away. “It’s just a quick healing, you sensitive bitch!”

You can feel the change in the atmosphere when Taehyung tenses, his form seemingly trembling with restraint as his pupils blow out until his eyes are black. “You’re going to regret that,” he murmurs, a sinister smirk on his lips.

A bright light has you covering your eyes, slowly blinking until you can make out the form of Jin, his wings fully spread and an angelic dagger in tow. The Thai food was still in bags in his other hand, Jin clearly returning from his trip only to walk into a different kind of battle.

Dropping the bags by the door, he saunters into the room.

“He’s right, you will regret that,” Jin says, voice even, “but you’re going to have to deal with me now, instead.”

Plucking the demon out of Taehyung’s hold, Jin tugs him into a headlock, placing the blade at the bottom of his throat before turning toward the door. “Taehyung, why don’t you make sure our girl here is all taken care of while I take care of the trash, will you?”

He waits for Taehyung’s nod, and then Jin looks at you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” you affirm, stepping closer to Taehyung.

“I’ll come check on you guys later.” He nods, and then he’s out the door, a bright light streaming through the cracks as it closes.

And then, it’s just the two of you.

Taehyung immediately springs into action, arms sliding around your shoulders as he guides you to the couch, draping a blanket around you once you settle. Despite your assurances that you’re fine, he continues his task, moving next into the kitchen to put the take out in the oven to keep warm before putting the kettle on for tea. Finally, he searches through the newly stocked pantry for a sugary snack, something that will appeal to your sweet tooth.

“What sounds better, sour gummy bears, or those nerd cluster things?”

“Sour gummy bears, please,”

Soon, the coffee table before you has a cup of hot honey lavender tea and a little bowl of sour gummies, and Taehyung is settling beside you, reaching for the remote to find something to put on TV. You feel cozy snuggled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped around you and your overly affectionate demon beside you, and it’s then that you realize just how comforted you really feel.

Effortlessly, without you realizing, Taehyung knew what to do to soothe you, knew the actions that would bring you peace after something stressful had happened. He didn’t need to be asked, or told – just sprang into action to support you, asking for nothing in return. There was only one other person who had done that for you, even before becoming Fallen, and that was Jin.

The thought has your heart thrumming in your chest.

Pressing play on some vampire show, he then leans back on the couch, pulling you with him until you’re resting cuddled into his chest. “Is this okay?” he asks, eyes questioning. “If it’s too much, I can go get some pillows instead.”

It’s his thoughtfulness that finally breaks you, has tears welling in your eyes as you stare into his depthless gaze. You can’t hold it back anymore, the question you were going to ask, and you blurt it out before you can doubt yourself.

“Taehyung, will you live with me?”

His eyes widen in surprise, and you feel your stomach drop, scrambling to explain. “I don’t know what your plans are, or how long you wanted to stay here… But I’ve come to realize that I really, really like having you around, and I don’t want you to go. So I wanted to ask, would you stay here with me?”

The surprise in his gaze fades, leaving behind wonderment, adoration.

“You want me to stay?”

Not trusting your voice, this time, you just nod, giving him a watery smile.

Taehyung scoops you up, practically pulling you into his lap and immediately wrapping you into a big hug, squeezing you so hard your lungs fight for air. “Yes! Yes, I’d love to stay with you.”

A deep chuckle reverberates in his chest, and you can’t help but join in, his laughter and joy infectious as he crushes you. “No one has ever asked me to stay before.”

You go to pull away, to move back to your spot on the couch and to continue this conversation, but Taehyung’s arms lock you in place, holding you to him.

Brow furrowing, you go to question him, but then his mouth is on yours.

The kiss is electric, sizzling down your spine and through your veins until you’re dizzy, until you’re consumed in nothing but the feeling of him and his mouth moving against yours. You’re drunk with it, on the precipice, and when his tongue licks at the seam of your lips, you let him tumble into your mouth, salvation be damned.

“Well, what do we have going on here?”

Jin's voice startles you both, interrupting the kiss. Breathing heavy, you go to slide off Taehyung’s lap, but he is having none of it; instead tucking you in closer and giving the angel a proud grin. Rolling your eyes, you stay put, working to get your heart back to a normal rate.

“I would say I’m surprised about the whole kissing thing, but I’m not,” he continues, moving fully into the living room to face you both. “However, could you tell me why in the hell you were both glowing?”

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colormepurplex2 · 11 months

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Flowers of Fate | Cedar & Clove

↳ UnseeliePrince!Yoongi x Human!f.Reader (ft.xUnseelieGuard!Jungkook x SeeliePrince!Jimin x WoodNymph!Namjoon) ⤜ Strangers to Bonded Mates ⤜ Rating: MA 🔞 ⤜ WC: 24,720 ⚠️ Adult humor, crass language, blood, violence, torture/being held captive, minor character deaths, first-time vaginal sex, not-so-first-time vaginal sex, nipple play, marking/biting, mfmm scene, kissing, guys kissing, blow job, cum swallowing, creampies, things get emotional

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Everything hurts.

It’s a level of pain you’re only vaguely aware exists. There’s been nothing like it before in your life. Searing heat and biting cold, a combined mix of warring sensations. Even the light brush of your hands and the push of fabric against your skin has you screaming in pain.

“An iron blade laced with foxglove,” Joon gasps, jerking back from examining the wound in your side. Your shirt is shoved up under your breasts, leaving your side exposed. “Vile, utterly despicable heathens! She is just Fey enough for it to be on the edge of killing her.”

After you managed to get out that Yoongi had been taken, Mini and Joon sprang into action, getting you and JK inside. Whatever was on the dining table is now on the floor, cleared off with a sweep of Joon’s arm. You can feel JK lying beside you, the table jerking sporadically under you from his movements.

“Leave me alone. I’m fine! Stop that!” JK snarls, jerking so hard the table shudders an inch to the side.

“Asshole,” Mini grunts. “Yoongi would skin me alive if you die. I was just making sure the wounds were healing.”

The table trembles under you again as JK jerks upright and quickly turns so he can look at you. “I’m not the one you should be worried about!”

“Right. Can you help her? What can I do?” Mini asks, ignoring JK and directing his question to Joon.

Joon moves around the table, drifting in and out of your line of sight. “You have a minor ability in healing. Can you try to stitch the inner tissues? We must stop the bleeding before I can administer anything to combat the foxglove. Otherwise, it will just leech right back out of her body.”

Mini makes a distressed noise. “A very minor ability. But, the sun is up now, so I may be able to do that…it will not be pretty, though.”

“Just do it,” Joon commands, his voice drifting further away. “The wound still has traces of the poison, so be mindful of how long you are touching.”

Your eyes flutter as you try to focus on JK looming over you. “Hey there, Beautiful. I know it hurts, but we’ll need you to try not to scream so loud, okay? I’m going to help Mini here by trying to keep you quiet. Just in case those assholes come back through the area. Is that okay?”

Tears leak from the corners of your eyes, slipping into your hair. You’re unsure if you can form words to answer him even if you want to, so you just drop your chin and try to nod, your lips quivering with a whimper. JK brushes tears from your cheeks and smoothes a hand over your blood-matted hair. He maneuvers himself so he’s on his knees beside you.

Mini takes a deep breath before bracing his hip against the table's edge. “You are going to feel my magick, and your instinct will be to fight it…please do not. I need to use it to help.” You try to give him a nod, too, but the pain makes your chin jerk up instead of down, a pitiful mewl coming up your throat.

Joon’s voice grows louder as he returns to the table, “Any day now, Jimin!”

Jimin gently presses one of his hands against your belly. “Do not rush me.” Jimin lays his other hand on your right ribs, just above the stab wound, which is still steadily oozing blood. You make a miserable noise as his hand moves slowly down, and the tips of his fingers brush over it, eliciting a flare of burning pain. “I am sorry,” he whispers before pushing the blunt end of his index finger into your gaping flesh.

It’s agony, a nightmare that has come to life. Your eyes flash wide, and you gag, choking on a guttural scream which JK muffles with a hand over your mouth. He presses his other hand against your shoulder, trying to keep you from thrashing too much as Jimin probes further into the wound.

Even with JK’s hand pressed firmly over your mouth, your screams must still cause him to worry as he speaks out. “You’re hurting her,” he grumbles, cutting eyes like daggers at Jimin. “Can’t you be more careful?”

Jimin gives JK a withering look, slightly baring his teeth. “This is not light work, but I am trying to be as delicate as possible. I need to be closer to the end of the wound if I hope to knit the tissues properly. Now, if you would be so kind, shut the fuck up and hold her still.”

The next several minutes are a bit fuzzy, if only because all coherent thoughts cease to exist in a body-wide short circuit. Your heart must’ve stopped at some point because the next thing you’re aware of is JK straddling your hips with his hands planted firmly against your sternum, forcing compressions against your already aching body. You shudder and jerk under him, eyes blinking rapidly, tongue thick against the roof of your mouth.

“Oh, Seven Hells, you’re okay! You’re alive!” He scrambles off you, making the dining table rock alarmingly as he drops back down on the surface beside you. “Namjoon! She’s back—hurry with that poultice before she goes dark again!”

Namjoon’s warm, brown eyes fill your vision. “Hey there, Beautiful. You gave us quite the scare,” he chuckles awkwardly. “I have something I need you to drink and something else I will press over the wound in your side. They will work together to counter the effects of the foxglove and give your body a chance to heal, okay?”

You can only make a soft noise, hoping it suffices as a response of acquiescence. “I’ll help,” JK says, hopping off the table and coming around the other side. He uses gentle pressure and careful movements to lift you so you’re leaning back on him in a reclined position. “Don’t need you choking on anything.”

The concoction that Namjoon pours into your mouth, with JK’s help, tastes like ripe cherries and honey. You cough a little, trying to work the thick substance down your dry throat. “Water,” you gasp, holding back a gag that would surely bring the mixture back up.

Namjoon steps away, returning quickly with a cup of water JK helps you to drink. Your shirt is still tucked under your breasts, giving Namjoon easy access to dress the wound with an earthy-smelling paste. “Mini was able to knit the inner flesh back together fairly nicely, if I do say so myself. The scar should be minimal, but we must ensure that your system is free of foxglove before we go planting new seeds. It is a good thing you are still so new to the bond. If this were anyone else, I do not know that we could have helped.” He gives a cursory glance in JK’s direction, his eyes lingering on the black stain of blood crusting the shoulder of his shirt. “You should let me place some of this on your shoulder, too.”

JK wrinkles his nose. “Nah, I’m good. It was just a scrape. Piss poor shot on their part. Lucky for me. I’m healing just fine.”

“Stubborn as always,” Namjoon murmurs, offering you a strained smile as he begins smearing the thick paste on your side. He wraps your middle with a stretch of linen to keep the medicine in place. “Let us get her into bed to rest, JK. Then you can share with us what exactly happened so we can decide what to do next.”

The pain in your side subsides substantially, reduced to a soft, throbbing ache. “Where is Mini?” you mumble, realizing he’s nowhere to be seen as JK slides his arms around you to carry you to the bedroom.

The shoulder under your arm kicks up slightly in indifference. “Outside, I think. Joon will get him, don’t worry about that asshole. How are you feeling now?”

You wince as he takes your weight off the table, your side pinching with the movement. “Better, I think. What was that, exactly?” You gesture vaguely with your other hand toward your exposed middle.

“Iron dagger infused with foxglove essence. Nasty business, meant for killing. If you hadn’t stepped in front of me…” JK trails off, clearly uncomfortable. “Thank you,” he finally whispers. “You saved my life. I probably don’t deserve it, considering I let them take him.”

Everything is still a bit blurry. It all happened so fast. “You didn’t let them do anything. We’ll get him back,” you swear to JK as he settles you on the bed, tucking you under the sheets and propping the pillows behind you. “I can—I can feel him. But, there’s something there, something in the way.” You press trembling fingers over your heart. “It’s like a thick fog is separating us.”

“But he’s okay, right? I shouldn’t have listened to him.” The desperation in JK’s voice has your eyes watering, your nose burning as you try not to choke on the palpable emotional dread in the air.

You want to tell him yes, but you can’t bring yourself to lie or instill a sense of false hope. “I-I don’t know if he’s okay. Alive, yes, but…” you trail off, swallowing down the bitter taste of uncertainty.

JK grunts, dropping his eyes from yours and picking at the skin around his fingernails. “Well, at least there’s that. It’s got to be enough for now.”

Jimin clears his throat from the doorway, drawing your and JK’s attention. “Feeling well enough to talk?”

Throwing a tired hand up, JK gestures for Jimin and Namjoon to enter the room. Namjoon perches on the edge of the bed with a bowl of water and a cloth in one hand, and Jimin chooses to stand at the end of the bed with his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes are guarded, flicking around the room like he’s avoiding looking at you.

“Take your time, both of you. You might feel well enough to talk, but your energies could wane quickly as your adrenaline tapers off.” Namjoon gestures with his free hand at the bowl of water. “I will clean you up the best I can while you two tell us what happened.”

JK looks at you, raising his eyebrows in silent question. “I can start,” you assure him, reaching out and gripping one of his hands. His fingers thread through yours, anchoring you in the present as you recall what you can of what happened. “We had just crossed the boundary into the Unseelie territory. They came out of nowhere, had to have been hundreds of them, all armed to the teeth. Like something out of a horror fantasy movie, bristling arrows and long pikes.” You shake away the mental image of all that glinting iron and steel. “Yoongi was ahead of us by a few paces. The moment he realized what was happening, he…he—“

“He told me to take her and run,” JK picks up for you as Namjoon begins to clean the dried blood from your face and, as best as he can, from your hair. “That swamp bitch came swooping in on a fucking wyvern. The moon was blotted out in the sky as it descended on us. Yoongi knew if we were all caught, it would be the end of everything. He tried to harness his magick, but I watched as it sparked and jetted from him like a maelstrom of unchecked power. We should have listened!” he snarls, gripping your hand tighter. “We should have listened to you. I’m so sorry we didn’t.” His eyes are rounded with regret and pain as he looks up at you before it morphs back into anger. “I’ll never forgive myself. I have to leave. Now! I’m sure I can make it to the castle undetected. I can be in and—“

You shake your head, interrupting Namjoon’s cleaning. “No. No, no, no. Think rationally here! There was no way to know things would go so badly, not like that. It is no one's fault. And you’ll just make matters worse by going off hot-headed and getting yourself taken, too!”

“So, you just let them have him?” The question is eerily quiet but no less acidic. Jimin’s chest is rising and falling with a barely restrained rage. “How could you not want to fight for him!?”

“What? No, of course not! It’s not like we wanted—”

Letting go of your hand, JK jumps up off the bed and rounds the corner, coming chest to chest with Jimin. The motion is so abrupt it cuts off your response. “Are you not listening? Have you not heard a single thing we’ve just said!? She's right, despite how much I want to go after him now! Put aside your hatred for one fucking second and think with your head instead of your heart! We know that Chaddick won’t kill him, not yet. But if he got his hands on me, or Seven Hells forbid, got his hands on her,” he throws a hand out toward you on the bed, “it would have been near-instant death, tortured in front of Yoongi surely. Which, in turn, could kill him for all we know! You’re not stupid, Mini. You know the power of a mated bond! We have to be careful, or we could lose him forever.”

Jimin narrows his eyes but doesn’t say anything in response. He stares at JK before turning on his heel and storming out of the room. JK moves to follow, but you call him back. “It’s not worth it right now, JK. Let him be.”

“So, what do we do now?” Namjoon asks into the silence. He sets aside the bowl and cloth, having done as much as possible without putting you in the bath.

JK glares at the door and then turns to face you and Namjoon. “I don’t think we should treat this as a rescue mission. We should approach it like it’s the same mission as before. We continue to target Chaddick. If we can get into the castle and take him out, or at least take out Borgia, then we increase our odds of rescuing Yoongi. But first, we need information. We need to know what’s going on in that castle. Do you think the bond could help us?” He looks at you, a hopeful expression on his face.

“I wish I knew more about how to use it. Do either of you know?”

“I have a few books tucked away that might be able to help. I acquired them over the years in hopes they could serve Yoongi once he bonded. One can never be too prepared, after all. Perhaps next time, I will insist he read a book or two before going off on an unknown adventure,” Namjoon declares, clapping his hands lightly before excusing himself from the room to pull out the books.

“Are you okay?” you hesitate to ask JK, unsure of his current temper.

The concern in your voice deflates him a bit, taking the bite out of his voice. “I’m a failure for letting this happen. I should have scouted ahead, been the one in front, something…fuck.”

“We can talk about that until we’re blue in the face. What I mean is, are you actually okay? You wouldn’t let Joon put anything on your shoulder. I know you were injured. I could feel how you limped as you helped carry me back to the clearing.” You aim for gentle yet firm, needing to know he’s wholly okay but not wanting to push him.

He blows out his cheeks, chuckling softly. “The glory of being Fey,” he says before grabbing the bottom of his heavily soiled shirt, pulling it over his head, and dropping it to the floor.

“Oh,” is all you can manage as your eyes hastily sweep the expanse of his chest and shoulders before dropping to your lap.

You can see JK standing in your periphery, looking over his body in the firelight. “These will be no more than slightly puckered scars by the end of the day. The shoulder is a bit more sensitive, but thankfully it’s not my fighting arm, so it can afford to be a bit tender for a few more days.”

“Fighting arm? You think you’ll need to fight soon?” You glance up at him, watching as he scoops the shirt back up, studies a few of the stains, and unceremoniously tosses it into the fireplace, where it catches instantly and blazes brightly.

His good arm pushes up in a shrug. “Possibly. It depends on what Joon has in those books. I might have to try to sneak in if we can’t find any alternatives. I won’t let him suffer in there for longer than I have to.” He nods toward the door. “I’m going to go clean up. Do you need anything before I go?”

You shake your head, and he disappears out the door, leaving you alone with your thoughts. It doesn’t take long before your thoughts have circled back through the conversations, and you’re tugging the blankets to the side. You stare at the white linen wrapped around your middle. Your side still smarts, pinching with pain if you move too much. Namjoon didn’t tell you how long you’d have to rest or wait until you could remove the wrap. You freeze, fingers poised over your middle as you realize what thought just crossed your mind.

Namjoon.

You know his name—his real name. JK said it earlier in a panic. You focus hard on all the feelings in your chest and the knots you now associate with being tethered to a fae in this realm. There isn’t a new one, nothing that feels like it’s directly attached to Namjoon or that you have some sort of power over him. Thinking back over the snatches of conversation again, you realize there’s something else you know…

Tossing back the rest of the sheets, you swing your legs over the side of the bed and take a deep breath before pushing up to stand. As your side protests, you blow out a slow, shaky breath to keep yourself from sitting back down and crawling under the blankets. After standing a few moments, letting the lightheadedness and spots dotting your vision disappear, you creep slowly across the room.

You peek through the crack JK left and scan the living space. Namjoon has his back to you, hunched over in front of the fire with a book in his hands, muttering to himself. You slip out of the bedroom. Thankful someone had the forethought to remove your boots sometime earlier, so you’re quiet as you pad across to the door.

If Namjoon hears you opening and closing the front door, he doesn’t voice it. The sun is high overhead, bathing the clearing in warm light. “I was hoping you were still here,” you express, approaching the figure sitting on the lip of the porch, absently peeling a basket of potatoes with a small paring knife.

“Joon would box my ears if I left without so much as a goodbye,” comes the weary reply. You ease down beside him, holding a hand to your side and trying not to gasp with every stitch. “You really should be resting right now.”

“I wanted to say thank you.”

Guarded turquoise eyes slide your way. “Well, you have said it. Though, there is no need to thank me. Seven Suns know I do not deserve your gratitude.”

“You helped save my life. To me, that deserves probably the most gratitude anyone can deserve.” It’s hard to tell if he’s being self-critical or just obtuse.

He makes an unintelligible noise of frustration, hunching his shoulders and violently freeing a potato of a few inches of skin. “I nearly killed you,” he bites, mangling the rest of the vegetable with a few jerking flicks of the knife.

“What? No, that’s—“

“Do not presume to know more about magick than I do!” he interrupts, rounding on you with wide eyes and a firm frown. “It is my pitiful ability in healing that had your heart stopping. If it were not for JK being familiar with restarting a human heart, you very well would have remained that way. Dead. By my hands. Yoongi would never forgive me.”

“Jimin,” you whisper, wanting to comfort him but unsure how to proceed. You’re so caught up in your own emotional process that his real name spills from your lips before you can wrangle it back down your throat.

The new potato in his hand tumbles into the basket, half-peeled. The paring knife follows, thumping hollowly against the mound of raw vegetables. “‘What did you call me?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m sorry.” You clamp a hand over your mouth, wishing you could take it back. This is not how you wanted to have this conversation. When you first came outside, it was your intention to be honest and reveal what you overheard, but the conversation took a different route. One that had you tucking that knowledge away for another time. “Jimin.”

He shivers in response, a full body tremor with his eyes closing, fists clenching, and his lips curling back to expose his teeth. “How? Who told you?”

“Well, no one, technically. Namjoon said it in a moment of panic,” he freezes at the mention of Namjoon’s real name, “and JK said Namjoon’s name in much the same way. But…don’t worry. It’s different somehow. I’m not sure why it’s different, but it is.”

Jimin’s eyes spring open, locking onto you with thinly-veiled suspicion. “Different?”

“Yeah. It’s not like Yoongi. I don’t feel like I have any power over you by knowing your full name. Is it because you didn’t tell me yourself? Is that part of it?”

His mouth works like he’s trying to form words, but nothing comes out. You watch as he wilts slowly, shoulder sagging and hunching forward. “I do not know. It could be that. Though that has never been the case before, to my knowledge, it could be something else…such as your bond to Yoongi and the fact that you are now slowly becoming Fey yourself.”

“It wasn’t my intention to alarm you like that. I just wanted you to know that I know and…that I don’t have any sort of power over you with it. Just being transparent, trying to earn some of your trust. This isn’t how I envisioned the conversation going, though.”

There is a look in Jimin’s eyes that you’re not sure you understand. “If you did have power over me…would you use it?”

You want to immediately say no, that you wouldn’t dare exert control over him like that, but you consider for a moment and shrug, wanting to try and lighten the mood considerably. “Maybe.” He balks at you, but you shake your head with a gentle smile. “But only so I could make you see reason right now. I know you’re upset, and it might be easy to blame yourself for what happened to me or to blame me and JK for what happened to Yoongi, but the person you should be directing your anger at is the one that ambushed us and took him. They are responsible for what happened to me and Yoongi’s current absence. Focus your anger in the right place. Help us find a way to save him instead of wasting energy being pissed at yourself and us.”

The abrupt laugh that Jimin lets out startles you, making you laugh nervously along with him. “Seven Suns,” he huffs with a sigh. “I have been a nightmare, have I not? Please know I am not so much angry with you or JK. It is really the whole situation. However, I am obscenely upset with myself. If I had only listened to you instead of seeing you as nothing more than an enemy…it would have been different.”

“You’ve not exactly been sunshine and rainbows, that’s for sure. But it’s with reason, I believe. Or at least, I think I understand.” You pause, considering what words to use to express your thoughts adequately. “I can’t even begin to pretend to understand what you and Yoongi have. He is still a stranger to me when you break it down to a base level. Sure, a stranger I’m pretty much married to, but still a stranger. We haven’t had sixty years to get to know each other and build that bond. But I can feel the way he loves you. And even if I didn’t have a front-row seat to his emotions, I’d still be able to see how much he loves you by how he looks at you alone.”

He gives you a quizzical look. “Now that I can see beyond my hatred, you really are not so bad. A little wordy, but I do not mind that so much. You can make up for Yoongi’s broody silences.”

That gives you a warm feeling, hearing Jimin include you as part of Yoongi in that sense, that you could contribute something to their relationship in a way, and it makes you smile. “So, we’re good?” you ask, hopeful.

Jimin nods. “Yes. I would say that we are, indeed, good.” He gives you a slight smile that you know will stick with you for a long time. It’s intimate in its own way, private, genuine, and warm.

“Now, is there anything you can think of that might help? How do we discover what’s happening in the Unseelie Court without going there ourselves? I feel blind. I know nothing about this world…the only thing that makes sense is,” you tap your chest, pressing your fingers over your heart, “this.”

Jimin eyes your fingers, his brow pinching. “Would it—is it okay if—” he pauses, taking a deep breath, “what I mean to say is, is it okay if I try to feel for him…through you?”

“Is that possible?” You scoot closer to Jimin until your thigh is pressed against his. “I don’t mind if you try.”

“I, uh, I do not know if it is possible. But, I think I would still like to try, yes.” He clears his throat, sitting up straighter and exhaling slowly. Jimin lifts his right hand, hovering it over yours, where it still rests over your heart. You slide your hand down, letting it drop into your lap.

The gentle press of his fingers is warm, even through the linen of your shirt. “You can press harder,” you say when he continues with the same hesitant contact.

You ignore the flutter in your stomach when his fingers brush the exposed skin through the neckline of your shirt as he presses his entire palm against your chest. “I feel something. There is a power here. But, I can not discern it as connected to Yoongi.”

He pulls his hand away quickly, shaking his head in disappointment. “Sorry, I wish that would have worked,” you share honestly.

Jimin waves a dismissive hand. “We tried. That is the best we can do for now. But, you can feel him, truly? And he is okay?”

“I won’t give you any false hope, the same as I told JK when he asked. I know that Yoongi is alive. I can feel the bond, but it’s like some sort of wall of smoke obscures the other end of it.”

“Alive,” he parrots, nearly matching JK’s words from earlier. “That will have to be enough for now.” Jimin gracefully stands up from his perch on the edge of the porch, the basket of potatoes abandoned and offers you his hand to help you do the same.

You slide your hand into his, and he hoists you up effortlessly. “Ow,” you splutter, wincing and clutching your side when he lets go, and your stance shifts without his support.

“Oh, fuck!” Jimin quickly takes the bulk of your weight, slipping an arm under yours and lifting you nearly onto your toes. “Let us get you back inside. You do need to be resting.”

The hostility you once felt so plainly from Jimin has substantially tapered off. It’s no longer a choking cloud of disdain, just a mild sourness you can smell mixing with his jasmine and chamomile scent. Though, you can distinctly feel a warmth from him that wasn’t there before. Perhaps in time, you can grow even closer to him. You’re sure that would bring Yoongi joy. It’s still unusual to care so much about someone you barely know. You’ve read books and heard stories about such things, but those all fell under the fiction genre…or so you thought.

He ushers you back inside, being mindful of how much tension gets put on your side with each step. “Thank you,” you murmur when he helps ease you into Namjoon’s rocking chair by the fire.

Namjoon startles, jerking around from his perusal of the book in his hands to take in you and Jimin. “What are you doing up? Were you just outside? You should still be in bed.”

“It is my fault,” Jimin tells Namjoon. “I was outside sulking, and Beautiful felt the need to tell me thank you. If I had not been hiding like a petulant child, she would not have had to get up and come find me.”

At that moment, JK emerges from the bathroom, bringing with him a cloud of steam and the faintest scent of banana and coconut. “A petulant child sounds about right,” he scoffs, giving Jimin a once over. “Glad to see we’re on the same page. Now, speaking of pages”—he casually walks into the living space with nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips—“have you found anything of interest in that book of yours, Joon?”

“Would you mind putting some clothes on?” Namjoon makes a face at JK. “Nothing yet, but I only just found the one I think may be of help,” he says, pointing to a large pile of books you hadn’t noticed on the floor. “This is The History Of Bonds, written some few hundred summers ago. I was just about to begin browsing it when Mini helped Beautiful into the chair here and was explaining why she was out of bed.”

“Why are you out of bed?” JK asks as he bends to rummage through a cedar chest on the other side of the fireplace.

Jimin clicks his tongue against the back of his teeth. “You both are insufferable. Leave the woman in peace. The last thing she needs is you two fawning over her like old nannies.”

You hide a chuckle behind your hand. “It’s fine, Mini,” you intentionally use his nickname. “I just wanted to thank him for helping me. Everyone else was busy, and I figured walking outside wouldn’t do me any harm. As I see it, we should focus less on why I’m out of bed and more on what we will do next. How do we find out more information?”

“Well,” Jimin says, “I have been thinking about that since you brought it up. I think I might be able to get information from home. We have a magickal communication network that allows us to communicate directly between the courts. I am sure by now word has been sent to the Seelie Court regarding the capture of Yoongi. I will return home and see what information I can find and what I can learn that might help us.

Namjoon hands the book he is holding off to you. “If you would, please hold this for me for a moment.” The book's leather binding is soft, the pages smelling faintly of oranges as you absently thumb through them.

Rummaging around in a small wooden box on top of the fireplace mantel, Namjoon produces a small velvet draw-string bag. “Ravens Word?” Jimin asks, stepping closer to Namjoon.

“It would be the best way to relay information quickly. I have not perfected it, so it can only be used for short phrases or words, but it should be sufficient to give us some knowledge while we wait for you to return.” He hands the velvet bag to Jimin, who tucks it into his trousers pocket. “You remember how to use it?”

Jimin nods. “I will aim for the dining table unless you prefer somewhere else?”

“That should do just fine. I will put down a linen runner.” Namjoon enters the kitchen and opens the cabinets, setting a folded-up white cloth on the table.

JK eyes the pocket the velvet bag is tucked away in. “Are you sure Ravens Word is the best thing to use? Isn’t it traceable?”

“Traceable only if someone is looking for it. Even still, I will not include anything that might incriminate anyone. We long ago stopped using lowels for signature tracking anyway,” Jimin explains with a small shrug.

“Lowels? Ravens Word? Is there a dictionary in that stack of books that I can get or something?” you ask, letting your gaze flick between the three of them.

Jimin gives you an apologetic smile. “Right. A lowel is a creature resembling an owl of your world that can trace magick signatures not directly attached to an individual. So, things such as minor enchantments that use implements and components instead of the magick from within a being. Ravens Word is one such kind of enchantment. It is a mix of astral dust, herbs, and…um, well, the essence of a mortal-world raven. The mixture is powdered and can be used to send messages as long as the caster is familiar with where they want the message to appear. Imagine it like writing in the sand right before the tide comes in and washes it away—short and precise is best.”

“As for a dictionary, you’re just going to have to hope that mortal brain of yours can keep up, Beautiful,” JK says teasingly. Before you can think better of it, you flip him a vulgar one-fingered gesture. “Oh!” He clutches his chest in mock hurt. “You wound me!”

Jimin and Namjoon watch your exchange with mild curiosity. “Well, the sooner I leave, the sooner I can return. I will return as soon as I can,” Jimin says. He moves toward the door, brushing a hand over your shoulder as he passes. “Continue to rest. Once I return, I will begin instructing you on ways of the Courts. If you are to be bonded to my—er, Yoongi, then I will do what I can to ensure that you do so as an informed resident of this realm.” You’re so pleased that he’s finally being nice to you that you fail to argue that you don’t plan to remain a resident of this realm.

After Jimin was gone, Namjoon focused on the book resting in your lap. “I am curious. Are you able to read that?” he asks, nodding to it.

JK produces some clothing from the cedar chest, only stepping behind your chair to afford himself some privacy to pull them on. Once he’s dressed, he rests his forearms on the back of the chair, looking at the book over your shoulder.

The words on the front of the book look simple enough, but the longer you look at the characters, the more they bend and swirl, which confuses you. “No. I thought at first I might, but the letters don’t make sense. What language is it?”

“Ancient Sylvan,” JK says. “I can barely read it. Joon, where did you get this book?”

Namjoon curls his lips between his teeth, suppressing a mischievous smile. “I may have pilfered a thing or two the night I was put out of the castle.” He gives the book in your hands an affectionate glance. “Most might think that my most desired things are plants because I am a woodland nymph. Well, that might be partly true, but books have always been the real treasures that I’ve sought. You can learn so much from them. Beyond the words on the pages, I can learn the tree's history from which the pulp used to make the paper came. It is a marvel to learn history without needing a history book; any book will do.”

“Put out of the castle? Did you escape with Yoongi, too?”

Shaking his head, Namjoon briefly explains, “I come from Jimin’s Court, actually. We were younglings together. My parents worked in the royal gardens. I was caught one night helping Mini sneak out of the castle to be with Yoongi. I was turned out the very next morning and forbade to return.” He shrugs. “I much like my solitude here in the Hollow Lands anyway. Castle life is so…loud.”

“Interesting.” You want to ask many more questions but know they’re not the priority right now. You hold the book up to JK. “Do you want to give reading it a try?”

He laughs, stepping back from where he was leaning against the top of the rocking chair. “I’ll pass on that. Joon, why don’t you read it for us?”

“Certainly,” Namjoon says, coming to perch himself on the arm of the rocking chair. “The first page should be an index of sorts. Let us start there.”

You thumb open the book to the first page with writing on it. It doesn’t look much like an index page to you, having only a few lines of swirling text. “Here?”

“There are just a few chapters. I have only briefly skimmed this book in the past. But,” his eyes flick over the page, “ah, yes. Here we are, ‘Chapter 4: Communicating Through Bonds’. Finding a way for you to communicate with Yoongi through the bond seems like a good place to start.”

That is what you focus on for the next handful of days. And, much to your chagrin, it doesn’t work. At least, you don’t think it does. The process is easy–mainly depending on your inner focus and learning how to navigate and decipher the different fibers of the bond, of which you’ve come to find out there are seven–but the execution sparks no results.

The bond's first and most prominent thread is called the soul tether. It’s the part of the bond that allows Yoongi to use you to access his inner well of magick. It has a distinct feel, with a constant pulsing thrum and vibration. Anytime you focus on it, the magnetic pull that says you should be by Yoongi’s side increases.

The other strands are all more or less associated with the senses—Yoongi’s senses, to be exact. There are five basic senses and a sixth that is tied to the feeling of emotion. These more minor parts of the bond are associated with communicating. But the connection to them slithers away whenever you think you get a handle on it.

In a way, it feels like Yoongi is doing it on purpose. After nothing but failed attempts, Namjoon concluded that perhaps Yoongi was trying to keep Chaddick or Borgia from discovering his bonded status. Another chapter in The History Of Bonds touched on how another fae can detect things like that, but it can be masked to prevent that from happening.

“I am not sure how he is doing it. Perhaps it is linked to the natural instinct to protect your bonded mate while under duress.” Namjoon spreads his hands in defeat. “I just do not know at this point, and the book does not explain further. Though, I think it best if we move on to trying to find a different way to help.”

JK grumbles from his spot across the table from Namjoon, “I’m still for sneaking in and murdering those assholes. You know I could do it.”

“You’re insane if you think I’d let you go in alone. I told you before. We go in as a team or not at all.” You roll your eyes when JK sticks his tongue out at you. Turning your attention to Namjoon, you ask, “What did you have in mind?”

Namjoon glances down at the white linen runner still on the table—the remnants of Jimin’s message burned into the fabric. Drumming his fingers on the table, he hums thoughtfully. “Well, considering Mini’s message yesterday, we might be better off waiting until he returns to try to formulate another plan. He might be able to offer us a bit more insight. True to form, the Ravens Word was, indeed, limited.”

Sun Solstice.

Two words with a giant X crossing over them. That’s all that came through on the second day after Jimin left for the Seelie Court. When you questioned what that could mean, Namjoon and JK were puzzled. Namjoon explained that the Sun Solstice is the longest day of the fae year, celebrated by the Seelie. It’s mostly known as a day when they hold bonding ceremonies for the royals or Greater Fae. But, it also has been known to be days where they execute the Hell Condemned. Which is a term, you’ve learned, that is used for someone like Yoongi—an exiled fae convicted of high treason.

“How is it exactly that Chaddick has been able to deceive both courts for so long? Fae can’t lie, so how has he kept up such a ruse and made people believe Yoongi is a murderer?” It’s a thought that’s been driving you crazy since the beginning, but everything is moving so quickly that you didn’t think to broach the subject sooner. However, you feel like it’s vital information to know when trying to develop a game plan now.

JK pushes up from his seat to rifle through a cabinet in the kitchen. He begins pulling out dishes and various containers. “From what we’ve gathered over the years, it’s all because of his warty little bitch, Borgia. At least, that’s been the only reasonable explanation.”

“What exactly is she?” The image of the fiery-haired crone on the back of a pitch-black winged serpent has infiltrated your mind while both asleep and awake. Those fateful moments still come in fits and flashes, the chaos overwhelming.

“Swamp Hag,” Namjoon says. “Nasty, ancient being. It’s still a mystery how Chaddick sways her to do his bidding. They are typically solitary creatures that come from deep, deep to the south, beyond the borders of The Hollow Land. In a place that we call the Dread Court, though it is not a real Court. There are no presiding rulers or anything. No, it is a land ruled by darkness alone.”

“Swamp Hags are what you might think of as a witch,” JK continues, picking up the explanation as he starts to slice the loaf of bread Namjoon made after breakfast. “They have no natural magick but can harness the magick of other creatures or items. Creatures from the Dread Court are not held to the same…restrictions we find ourselves with. They can lie just as easily as a mortal man.”

“So you think she has somehow given Chaddick that ability?”

JK scoops a spoonful of honeyed butter onto a slice of bread and spreads it out. “More or less. That or she’s somehow found a way to glamor the entirety of the courts. It’s tough to say, considering we’ve had little inside intelligence over the years. The most information we get is from Mini, and even then, he can only ask so many questions to avoid unwanted suspicions.” He proceeds to butter several more slices of bread, arraying them on a plate and setting it on the table in front of you. “She’s the wild card in all this shit…and I hate it.”

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Yoongi

It is imperative for Yoongi to hide the bond, but he can’t think of the rationale as to why for some reason. Whenever he wants to relax and let go, something kicks in and smothers that shining light all over again. He wants to reach out to it, to touch it and find comfort in it, but no matter how much he wants to…wait, what did he want to do?

It’s the same thing over and over.

Awareness. Smothering. Darkness.

Nothing makes sense, and yet everything is highlighted in stark clarity. If only he could turn off that incessant ringing. Maybe he could remember what he was thinking about. It’s important. It’s warm—comforting.

No.

Awareness. Smothering. Darkness.

Again and again.

Until…something changes.

Voices. Yes, there are voices. Hushed whispers that he is sure he wouldn’t be privy to if they knew he was aware of them.

“What is wrong with him?” A familiar voice. The voice of his nightmares.

Shuffling feet draw closer. “How am I to know? He looks and feels much the same to me as he did before. What has changed?” Fetid breath ghosts over his face as the figure comes even closer. “I think he is awake.”

The ringing in his ears intensifies as a hard fist connects with the side of his head. “Wake up, boy. Let me see those eyes that are so like your father’s.” The chains securing Yoongi’s arms over his head rattle with the residual force of the blow. Slowly, Yoongi lets his eyelids slide open. “Ah, there they are. Just as ugly as I remember.”

“Do not speak of my father, you filthy murderer!” Yoongi growls, focusing his anger on masking the bond even now that he’s broken out of his temporary fugue.

“Ah,” Chaddick rears back, a dainty hand pressing to his chest. “You wound me, Yoongi.” He flicks his other hand through his long, blond hair. The silky strands cascade over his shoulders as he moves in a slow circle around Yoongi. The space is small, the top room to one of the circular outer turrets, far from the castle proper. He stops after completing the circuit and comes back to face Yoongi. “Borgia, be a dear and remind him exactly who the murderer is here.” His crystalline eyes glitter with hatred as he watches Borgia step forward and press a gnarled, dirty finger to Yoongi’s temple.

“Yoongi, stop!!” Geumjae screams in pain. The metallic stench of blood is thick in the air. It coats his tongue and makes his grip on the short-hilted dagger slip as he raises it again to bring it back down in a harsh stroke. Geumjae’s next scream is wetter, bringing up a froth of bubbling, black blood dribbling down his chin.

He raises the blade again, eyes tracing the arc of it. The moon is high, its rays streaming just enough light inside the hallway for Yoongi to see the look of terror on his brother’s face as he swings the dagger a final time, the wicked edge severing Geumjae’s spinal cord with a satisfying pop of cartilage and muscle.

Blood soaks into the knees of his trousers as he kneels there, watching the light wink out in Geumjae’s eyes. “Like father like son, both dying a coward's death,” he says, his voice coarse and thick with disgust.

Except…it’s not his voice. It’s—

“NO! That is not what happened!” he snarls, jerking away from Borgia’s poisonous touch, severing the connection to the false memories.

“Are you so sure about that?” Chaddick sneers. “From my recollection of that day, your hands were very much covered in your brother’s blood.”

Yoongi shakes his head as much as he can with his arms up the way they are. His hands might have been covered in Geumjae’s blood, but he did not murder him. “You murdered him. You murdered them both!”

“How preposterous. The guilt has clearly warped your mind during your time away.” Chaddick's long black dressing robe swirls around his slippered feet as he approaches Yoongi, coming within just a few inches of him. “Rest assured. You will meet your justified fate for your crimes against the Unseelie Court.

Yoongi laughs a cold and reckless laugh that earns him a backhand across the face. The coppery tang of blood fills his mouth, dribbling down his chin from the cut left by one of Chaddick’s many finger rings. “What? Angry with me? Will you push me out the window like you did your wife? A sword through the belly like my father? How about—” Another blow across his mouth cuts him off.

Chaddick’s hawkish nose wrinkles in anger before he jerks his chin at Borgia and takes a step back, cradling his hand against his chest. “I want him to be pliable and weak. Scramble his brain if you have to, but you make him heel like a pup, or you will be the one I push out the damned window!”

There is momentary satisfaction as Yoongi watches Chaddick storm from the room until he’s reminded of who remains. “You ought to watch your tongue, boy, else he requests me to cut it out. You should know better than to speak such fallacies.”

“Fey can not lie, and you know it.”

That makes her suck her teeth. “Funny, if Fey can not lie, then how is it you say one thing and he says another?” Power glitters in her rheumy, yellowed eyes. “Story has it that you found yourself some dark magick out there in the wild. Allows you to lie and has further tainted your pitiful soul.” Her body shakes as she throws her head back and howls with laughter.

Yoongi has been suspicious about how Chaddick can lie and manipulate this whole time. He knows the stories, what the people believe happened to his father and brother—what Chaddick has made them believe. To anyone that is a victim of Chaddick’s manipulations, Borgia is simply an old seer that Chaddick employs to throw bones and tell fortunes. She’d come with Chaddick to the Court as part of his retainer of staff. Yoongi didn’t even know her capabilities and true nature until it was too late.

“Just kill me and be done with it,” Yoongi mutters, wincing as the burning around his wrists finally registers. Iron, thick and unbreakable, surrounds each delicate joint. The chain connected to the manacles disappears into the darkness above.

Borgia cackles, drawing Yoongi’s attention. “He plans to marry your mother. Do you know that?” Yoongi tries to control his breathing as he listens. “The way I hear it, she pants after him like a mongrel in heat.” He can’t hold back any longer. Yoongi pushes off with his feet, swinging wildly in Borgia’s direction. His right foot connects solidly with her jaw, sprawling her flat on the floor.

“Fuck you!” Yoongi yells, his voice twisted with the pain that echoes down his arms. His body sways, toes scraping at the stone to stop his momentum.

Her moan of pain turns into a rasping chuckle. “Fuck me?” Borgia pushes her bony body off the floor, swaying sharply as she gains her feet. “You will regret that, just as your brother regretted trying to save your life. He told me so right before he took his last breath…right before I cursed his soul to eternal darkness!” she screeches, lunging at Yoongi with surprising agility. Before he can react and jerk out of her reach, her skeletal fingers close around a fistful of his shirt and jerk him forward.

Pain explodes behind his eyes as the fingers of her other hand dig into the flesh of his neck. Ragged fingernails drag over his skin, leaving fire in their wake. He opens his mouth to scream, but silence is all that comes as he’s swept away to another time, another place…surrounded by the darkness of horrid memories that are far too real.

The blankets are snatched off Yoongi’s bed, bringing him with them to land in a sprawling heap on the floor. “Seven Hells!” He blinks rapidly, trying to clear the sleep from his eyes. “Geumjae? What is going on?”

His brother crouches beside him, giving Yoongi a clear view of his face. There are splatters of black across his cheeks and down his neck—blood. Before Yoongi can question him again, Geumjae presses a finger to his lips. “We do not have much time. We have to go. Now!” he urges, grabbing at Yoongi’s arms to help untangle him from the sheets.

“Can you hold on—stop, ow!” Yoongi swats at Geumjae’s hand. “You pinched me, asshole!”

Geumjae slaps a hand over Yoongi’s mouth. “Stop being so loud,” he whispers harshly through gritted teeth. “I do not have time to explain right now. I just need you to trust me. We have to get Mom and get out of the castle. Right. Now.”

It’s not often that Geumjae acts so seriously. If anything, he’s the more relaxed of the two. When their father steps down, Geumjae is expected to take the throne as the eldest son. A revelation he grumbles about more often than not. He’d much rather spend his time playing the lute and singing great ballads to the simpering ladies of the court.

“Why are you covered in blood?” Yoongi questions when Geumjae lowers his hand, matching the volume of his brother’s whisper this time.

Geumjae looks at the door to Yoongi’s bedroom as if checking to ensure no one is looming in the open doorway. “I need you to listen to me, Yoongi. I mean, really listen, okay?” Yoongi purses his lips and nods. “I was coming in from the stables and overheard an argument in the east courtyard. It was Father and Chaddick. By the time I snuck around the corner, it was too late. Five handspans of steel were sunk into Father’s belly, Chaddick’s hand wrapped around the hilt, and that damned red-headed crone of his cackling with glee behind him.” He holds up a hand as Yoongi opens his mouth to protest. “I said listen! I ran as fast as I could and came straight here. This blood is from the guard stationed outside your room. He was one of Chaddick’s men. I could not risk him alerting someone as we left. We can discuss it later, but we need to go now. We have to get Mom and leave!”

It’s not that Yoongi didn’t comprehend anything Geumjae said. It’s just that there is a process to accepting and understanding something like that. Father, dead? Yoongi’s never heard a funnier—albeit not amusing at all—thing being said. “Jae,” he whispers, his heart quivering violently in his chest.

“I know, baby brother, I know.” Geumjae helps a robotic Yoongi to his feet before gripping his hand and pulling him out into the hallway's darkness.

As they approach the wing that leads to their mother’s bedroom, Geumjae slows down to a walk so he can peer around every corner to check that it’s clear.

Silent tears coat Yoongi’s cheeks. Every time Geumjae looks back at him, he scrubs his face with the sleeve of his pajama shirt, not wanting his brother to see his weakness.

“We should just go kill him,” Yoongi mumbles.

“Kill who? Me?” comes a cold voice from the shadows down the hall beside them. They whip around, Geumjae shoving Yoongi behind him. Chaddick moves closer, his bloodied sword trailing him out of the darkness. A few steps behind him crouches Borgia, her sickly-yellow eyes catching in the moonlight like a monster lurking in the dark waiting to pounce.

Geumjae reaches back, fingers wrapping around a small dagger tucked into the top of the back of his trousers. He whips it out, brandishing it. “Just let us get our mother and walk away. We will leave here and never return.”

Chaddick raises one icy blond eyebrow. “Do you think me a fool, Geumjae? Come, boy, I know you are not that thick-headed. You and I know I can not let you leave here alive. Either of you.”

“Jae, stop,” Yoongi urges, tugging on the back of his brother’s shirt as Geumjae steps toward Chaddick.

“Run, Yoongi, run as fast as you can. Leave here and find a way to reveal the truth.” Geumjae maneuvers himself to block Chaddick’s line of sight to Yoongi completely. “Go!”

“Guards!” Chaddick bellows, startling Yoongi. “Sound the bell! The king has been murdered! Hark, hark, hark! To arms! Defend the Court!”

Geumjae glances back at Yoongi, realizing he still hasn’t moved. It’s this instant that Chaddick attacks. Glinting steel slides right through Geumjae’s back, tenting the fabric of his shirt before slicing through in a rush of black blood. Blood spews from Geumjae’s lips, misting Yoongi’s face as he makes one last attempt to get Yoongi to move, “Run!” Geumjae takes a staggering step toward Yoongi, the sword sliding back out of his body. Bloody fingers land on Yoongi’s chest, shoving him backward.

Yoongi screams a gut-churning, heart-wrenching scream that echoes off the stone walls and fills the entire hall. Just as Yoongi finds purchase, after slipping in the pool of blood steadily growing at his feet, Chaddick begins another mockery announcement. “Guards! The Crowned Prince has been slain! To arms! Beware! Min Yoongi, murderer!”

“Not dead yet, you bastard!” Yoongi hears Geumjae snarl. He glances back over his shoulder, locking eyes with his brother one last time—the final time. Geumjae smiles, even through the blood and the pain, letting Yoongi know that it’s okay…it will always be okay.

“Get out of my head, you evil bitch!” Yoongi groans with the effort of severing Borgia’s connection. “I will take great pleasure in gutting you like the slimy bottom feeder you are!”

Borgia hacks a glob of bloody phlegm onto the floor at Yoongi’s feet. “Good luck with that when all that is going to be left of that brain of yours when I am done with it is mush!” She smacks her lips together, tongue running over her cracked and discolored teeth. The red of her hair looks like rust in the dim light coming in through the arrow slits at the top of the room's walls. “Are you curious about your brother’s last moments? Do you want to know how he died on his knees, begging and pissing his pants? How about how we made your mother watch as Chaddick opened his belly and fed his guts to the hounds?”

Yoongi’s nostrils flare, the pain of seeing those last moments all over again almost too much. “Why are you doing this?”

She titters, clucking her tongue. “I do not need a reason to want to see the likes of you and yours finally fall from their gilded seats into an iron cage.” Waving a gnarled hand, she dismisses that line of discussion. “What I would like to talk about now is why every time I dip into your noodly little brain, I can feel something I have never felt before. But every time I try to take a closer peek, it moves further away. Tell me, Hell Condemned, what are you trying to hide from me?”

Even with tears freely streaming down his cheeks, Yoongi silently pats himself on the back for being able to keep his bond hidden. He may not have realized what it was before, why he wasn’t allowed just to let go. But, now he does. He understands with brutal clarity what exactly he’s protecting. It only pains him that he’s not allowed to take comfort in the bond, to luxuriate in it while facing the darkness ahead. No, he can’t even think of—before the image of your face can fully form in his mind, he’s willing it away.

“I guess you will never know,” Yoongi finally responds, letting his eyes slip closed and promptly ignoring any of Borgia’s further questions. Even when she screams at him and presses her filthy fingers into his skin again, he meets the replay of dark memories with a slight smile on his busted lips.

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Monica

“What am I supposed to do, Mal? It’s been weeks.”

Malcolm slides another espresso across the small cafe table to Monica. “Ye say she wanted tae come ‘ere fur she was after something. Whit was it again?”

“Stupid stories. Well, not stupid, but silly children's stories. Her grandfather was one of those head-in-the-clouds types, and he was always filling her head full of fantasy bullshit about pixie dust and fairies. Utter nonsense.”

In the three weeks since you went missing, Monica has more or less moved in with Malcolm. She canceled her flight home, returned the rental car, and put in for an extended sabbatical at work. In part, she feels responsible for your disappearance. She’s sworn off alcohol and refuses to go home until you’re found.

“Ye dinnae believe in magick?” Malcolm asks hesitantly.

Monica scoffs. “Do you expect me to believe some little green man with fairy wings carted her off? Be real, Mal.” When he just looks at her, she continues, “Don’t tell me you believe in that stuff?!”

One of his big shoulders lifts, and he sighs. “There are stories, ye ken? Things folk only blether aboot in hushed whispers. Stories aboot people disappearing around Beltane.” Monica leans forward, bringing the espresso up for a small sip, intent on Malcolm’s story. “The veil between worlds is thin, allowing the fae folk ta donder among the mortals. Some say those that disappear are taken back tae the fae realm. There was this yin lassie, mah maw knew her when they were weans, disappeared when she was eighteen. She showed up almost a decade after, had barely aged a day, spouting off aboot a peace finally comin’ tae the courts allowing her tae make her escape.”

“Do you expect me to believe that? Honestly?”

“All I’m saying is that there are folk who have disappeared the same as yer friend. Would it be so bad tae think she’s somehow caught up in another world? Ye said so yerself that she doesn’t feel here anymore.”

She hates that Malcolm is right, and she has said that; she still says that. Because that’s precisely what it feels like. Is this why you talked her into coming to Scotland? Did you come looking to disappear? Monica reflected on your last few conversations many times over the previous few weeks. Everything points back to your grandfather…maybe she should have paid more attention or been more empathetic to what losing him did to you. Perhaps then you would still be here.

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Namjoon

Maintaining the new ward is taxing. The leaves of his seeded oak are starting to drag the ground, an alarming new development. Jimin is delayed in returning, his second message using the Ravens Word still smoldering the linen runner on the table.

Tonight.

They had waited, thinking Jimin would be returning soon. But one day turned into another and eventually became almost an entire moon cycle. Namjoon is ready for his friend to return, hoping he’ll bring with him another implement or two. The haggardness is creeping back around his eyes, and it’s getting harder and harder to keep the garden flourishing. He knows if it comes down to it, the plants will have to suffer to preserve the ward; it would be for the best, but it still pains Namjoon to consider it.

“Are you feeling okay?” Your inquiry startles him out of his thoughts. “Sorry, I should have knocked.” You prop your hip against the bedroom door jamb, where Namjoon excused himself hours ago so he could lie down and nurse a headache.

He pushes up on his elbows, wincing slightly at the thundering ache still pounding away between his temples. “Feeling a bit better now. Has JK returned from the western glen?”

“Joon, JK returned hours ago. You’ve been in here nearly all day. It’s why I came to check on you. Mini should be arriving soon, I’d imagine.”

That gets Namjoon’s attention. He clears his throat and absently pats his clothes as he slides off the bed. “Right. I must have laid down a bit longer than I thought I had.” He wishes he’d have at least slept some.

“It’s your magick, isn’t it?”

“What?”

“The reason you look and probably feel like shit.”

His brow pinches. “I look like shit?”

“You look like you haven’t slept in a week, and the bags under your eyes are turning into suitcases.” The worry you feel is evident in your voice, even if Namjoon doesn’t quite understand your odd phrasing.

There is no use in trying to skirt around the truth, as you’ve already figured it out. “Yes. It is my magick. Or rather, a lack of. I was already nearing my limit when I let down the ward the first time. Now that I have had it back up for several weeks, and with the bond necklace only having given me a few additional weeks…well, it would seem I need another boost or a miracle.”

“Maybe we should find you a human to bond with,” you say. Namjoon can tell you’re joking, but the idea has crossed his mind on multiple occasions.

“Mmm,” he hums, giving you a tight-lipped smile.

You push off from the door jamb and gesture over your shoulder with a thumb. “JK has dinner ready if you’re hungry.”

He follows you out of the room and settles at the dining table across from you. Jungkook has a platter of grilled meats and vegetables waiting. The fragrant scent of herbs and spices makes Namjoon’s stomach give an appreciative grumble. His appetite hasn’t been what it should be, another testament to how he’s been feeling.

“Hope you’re hungry,” Jungkook says after setting plates and cutlery beside the platter. “There is another rack of trimmings keeping warm in the coals.”

Jungkook’s always been a fairly decent cook. The tender meat is like butter melting on Namjoon’s tongue. He’s confident that if he can eat enough tonight, he’ll maintain his strength for another day or two at least.

You’re awfully quiet as you slice up the vegetables Jungkook spooned onto your plate. Namjoon can almost see the wheels turning in your head. There’s something on your mind. He’s gotten good at picking up on your tells and personal nuances over the last few weeks while waiting for Jimin to return. The awkwardness that was there in the beginning no longer exists. You might have been a stranger to him the first few days, but now you’re so much more. A friend—but even that does not seem to suffice when he considers you. Between the training you’ve been doing with Jungkook and the help you’ve been putting in around the house, you’ve been spending a lot of your free time helping Namjoon with his garden and learning all you can about the plants he so dearly loves.

It’s very apparent that Jungkook has also taken a liking to you. Primarily, he dotes on you, waiting on you hand and foot. When Jungkook returns from his daily scouting trips, he often returns with a swath of wildflowers you’ve taken to decorating the porch railing with. Bright blooms of pink, purple, and blue cover nearly every available inch. Namjoon knows what it means but doesn’t dare to broach the subject. Especially considering he would then have to reflect on his own internal feelings, and that’s a space he would rather avoid for the foreseeable future.

“Would that even work?” Your question pulls him out of his thoughts.

“Sorry. Would what work?” he asks after swallowing a bite of meat.

You poke at a crispy potato wedge, chewing on your bottom lip instead of the food. “Bonding with a human?” You finally look up from your plate, your eyes meeting Namjoon’s curious gaze.

“What are you talking about?” Jungkook asks, pausing with a forkful of food halfway to his mouth.

You shrug. “His magick is straining again. I was just curious if bonding with a human would help him like it helped Yoongi since Joon is a woodland nymph, not a Greater Fae or whatever.”

Your curiosity is endearing. The fact you care enough about Namjoon to ask makes him feel good. “I imagine it would work much the same way. There are far fewer stories in our histories where a woodland nymph took a human mate, but we have our own inner wells for magick. Ours are more connected with where we plant our soul seed. My oak,” he gestures toward where his towering oak sits outside, “is where my magick is channeled from. It enters through my connection with my tree and into my inner well. The way a human bond works is it primarily allows the Fey to wield more of their own power safely. If I bonded with a human, it would allow me to draw on more magick through my oak.”

“Where does your oak get magick from?”

“Bronwe—that’s the name she whispered to me when her first leaf began to sprout—my oak,“ Namjoon explains, “draws her power from deep below the ground. Her roots reach for many miles in all directions, feeding on the life force of nature itself. Though, the more magick I draw from her without having some sort of stabilizer, the weaker her roots become. That is why her branches have begun to droop so low. I have been trying to take too much from her.” Namjoon drops his eyes from yours, resuming his study of his plate. “So, yes, to answer your question. A human mate would help—if just to give her a break.”

“Can more than one fae be bonded to the same human?”

Jungkook chokes on his mouthful of food. Namjoon reaches over and hammers a fist against his back, suddenly feeling like he can’t breathe himself. “Why would you ask that?”

“I’m just curious,” you declare. “I still know very little about this world and how it works. Just asking questions.”

“Sounds to me like you are causing trouble with your questions,” Jimin’s amused voice carries from the porch just before the door opens, and in steps the Fey himself.

“Mini!” You shove back from the table and skip to the door, pulling Jimin into a hug. Namjoon watches you, thankful for Jimin’s interruption and amused at the look of surprise on his face as you press your face against his chest and inhale deeply. You’ve been gravitating toward scents recently, primarily seeking clothing worn by Yoongi or left here by Jimin. It’s made Namjoon curious if it has anything to do with the deep connection between Jimin and Yoongi, despite there not being an actual bond between them.

Jimin pats your back. “At least one of you is happy to see me,” he teases.

“What news do you have for us?” JK asks, standing up and grabbing another plate from the cabinet. “You must be starving, have a seat. Eat.”

After settling down beside you, once you resume sitting at the table, Jimin fills his plate with food before he begins. “I expect you got my Ravens Word messages?”

“Sun Solstice.” Namjoon confirms, “We did. What is happening?”

“Chaddick has announced a marriage decree to Yoongi’s mother come the Sun Solstice, an act of unification, he claims. It will coincide with his public execution before the whole of both courts. The end of the Min line to finally bring true peace to both Courts. A blessing and a curse.” He pauses, taking a moment to meet everyone’s eyes. “I saw him.”

“You saw him? How? Where?” Jungkook’s hand tightens around his fork so tightly that Namjoon hears the wooden handle creak.

Jimin visibly shivers. “It was requested that my family be present for the announcement. Chaddick presented the decree and began working with the Seelie Court advisors on a power merger. He intends to be the first Seelie to sit on the Unseelie Throne. This is exactly what he has wanted all along, but he knew as long as Yoongi was still alive, there was no way he could lay claim to the Min throne—regardless of Yoongi’s exiled status.”

“How did you manage to see him? Surely they have him locked away in the dungeons?” Namjoon questions, knowing full well the typical etiquette observed for prisoners.

The sigh Jimin lets out is hollow, exhausted. “Chaddick is bold. He was parading him in the open, shackled in iron like a beast. His eyes were so—they were so…empty. I could feel the taint of darkness surrounding him, bleeding from him. It stank of a swamp,” he sneers.

“Borgia. She must be using some sort of witchy shit on him.” You shove away your plate in frustration. “Ugh! I wish I knew more about this bond. If it gives him access to more power, shouldn’t he be powerful enough to break free from it or something?”

Jimin gives you a sympathetic look. “Was there anything you all found out that might help? Anything about the bond we can work toward? The Sun Solstice is just a week away.”

Namjoon has an idea, but he’s unsure how receptive anyone else will be to it. You gave him the idea, actually. Even then, it’s a long shot that anyone would be comfortable agreeing. But, then again—he glances at Jungkook, who is staring at you like he wants to hold you and soothe your worries. Jimin, well, he already knows Jimin will do anything for Yoongi. And, as far as himself…

“I think I might know of a way to help,” Namjoon admits, his voice wavering slightly with nerves. “But, it is a bit eccentric.”

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Jungkook

“You want us to do what?” Jungkook can’t believe what he’s hearing.

The tips of Namjoon’s ears blush as he stammers out his idea again. “It might be possible for us to all bond with Beautiful, giving Yoongi unfettered access to our magick through her. It would have to be enough for him to overpower whatever enchantment Borgia has over him. There is no way she is more powerful than four Fey combined.”

“I’ll do it,” you don’t hesitate to state. “If it can help, I’ll do it. I’ll fuck all of you at the same time if it means helping Yoongi, if it means we rescue him and send Chaddick to the fiery pits of Hell…or wherever it is that bad people from here go.”

Jungkook can’t help the smirk that tugs at his lips. He knew he liked you from the moment he laid eyes on you. The fact you were meant for his best friend didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate you. Spending the last several weeks holed up in Namjoon’s house with you only intensified that appreciation. Since Namjoon said your side was healed well enough, you’ve asked Jungkook to help train you with a sword every morning. And fuck if he doesn’t like how your body moves when you swing it. You might be no better than a child playing with a toy sword right now, but you don’t give up—which is what makes him keep agreeing to train you.

“Are you certain this would work?” Jimin asks, his untouched plate of food forgotten on the table.

Namjoon stands up from the table and moves over to his stack of books. “I came across it a few days ago. It is not a definitive account but a speculation based on transcribed scrolls in an abandoned temple found near the Dread Court. There is a small passage about ‘Circle Bonding’,” he explains, flipping through an old, tattered book. The pages are barely staying within the binding. Dust drifts down from the book with each additional page Namjoon turns. “Here.” He turns the book around and gently lays it on the table.

Looking at the page, Jungkook can see it is in a standard script, likely part of the translation process. “‘A practice observed mostly by lesser Fey seeking more power’,” he reads off, skimming over the small paragraph. “‘Although the effects may vary according to the Fey involved, it is believed to be most effective with at least one Greater Fey’. Well, we got that covered, at least. Twice over,” he muses, glancing at Jimin.

Jimin lightly brushes the edge of the page. “Is it so simple?”

“I am willing,” Namjoon says. “It may also help with my magick. I do not know how long I can keep us concealed here.”

“With luck, my friend, you won’t need to keep the ward up much longer. If we bond and Yoongi gets the boost he needs, I say if he doesn’t make it out by himself, then we orchestrate an attack the night before Sun Solstice. The Seelie Court will be in attendance. I’m sure there will be a feast in preparation for the sun to rise…the perfect distraction and opportunity to slip in and make some noise.”

You’re nodding along to Jungkook’s plan, a sparkle of light shimmering in your eyes. He knew you liked this kind of stuff. There’s no way you wouldn’t with all the stories your grandpa told you. You’ve shared a few with him over the weeks. His favorite is The Young Tamlane of Carterhaugh. He wonders how long it will take you to realize that story is, in part, based on himself.

“So, we agree, then? We try to bond and give Yoongi the extra oomph he needs to escape. If, for some reason, he doesn’t, we say fuck it and storm the castle in a last-ditch effort. If they’re going to try and execute him anyway, it’s not like we have other options.” You look at Jimin, the only one who hasn’t voiced his agreement yet. “What do you say, Mini? We didn’t start on the right foot, but I no longer care about that. I just want Yoongi to be alive and happy.”

“It would mean I am connected to him, too. So, if sharing a bond with all of you saves Yoongi, then of course I agree.” Jimin smiles. It’s soft and sweet, something Jungkook hasn’t seen from him in a while.

Jungkook begins clearing away the dishes from the table, uncaring of the uneaten food. “Well, no time like the present. We need to find implements to use. Joon, do you have anything?”

“I believe I know just the things,” Namjoon replies. He heads straight for the small box on the mantle, where he pulled the bag of Ravens Word from. “I have been saving these for a long time.” Returning to the table, he opens his palm and reveals three near-identical purple and white crystal shards. Delicate silver chains crisscross over and around them, securing the stones at the ends as the pendants of necklaces.

“Those are beautiful,” you say, looking at the stones in Namjoon’s palm. Your lips make this cute ‘o’ shape, parting just enough for Jungkook to see the tip of your tongue.

Jimin grabs the bag he discarded on the floor by the door when he first came in. “They will match perfectly with this.” He pulls back the clasps on the bag and reaches in. “I got something for you. I figured you would be tired of having to roll up the sleeves on the tops and cuffing the pants of these giants.” Purple silks and velvets come out of the bag, silvery and light blue accents peeking through here and there. “Some blouses, fitting of your beauty, and some tapered trousers more suitable to your stature.”

“Oh, wow. Mini, you didn’t have to do that.”

The smile that graces Jimin’s face reminds Jungkook of just what made Yoongi so goo-goo-eyed, to begin with. Jimin has an ethereal beauty that goes beyond even that of a Fey.

“Perhaps not. But I wanted to. I want you to be comfortable and well cared for, truly.” A bit of color creeps into Jimin’s cheeks, further brightening his smile. You roll your lips between your teeth and do this little shoulder swish that’s just so fucking cute. Jungkook’s sure he could swoon over the Seelie Prince himself if he weren’t so caught up in watching your reaction to Jimin. You disappear into the bedroom to try on the new clothing.

“Okay, Prince Charming,” Jungkook teases. “A few weeks away, and you come back a different Fey.”

“Not different, just more accepting, perhaps. She is forever a part of Yoongi, and I love him—all of him.” Jimin sets his bag back down, brushing his hands off on his pants. “I know I was wrong in the beginning, I let my emotions cloud my judgment, and I will forever be embarrassed and sorry for my actions. I am simply doing what I can to rectify it.”

Jungkook steps around the table and places a hand on Jimin’s shoulder. “Yoongi would be proud of you.”

“I hate that he is not here for this. Do you think he would be accepting? She is his mate, his bond…would he be okay with us making that connection, too?” The worry in Jimin’s voice is evident.

Namjoon moves to stand beside them, the necklaces dangling from his hand. “I believe if Yoongi were aware of ‘Circle Bonding’ before all of this, it would have been his idea. You know how much he loves you, Mini. He and JK have been inseparable since they were younglings. Of course, he would want him to be a part of his bond.” It’s not lost on Jungkook that Namjoon doesn’t include himself in the assurance.

“Do not leave yourself out of that, Joon. He would want you, too,” Jimin responds immediately, clearly having caught it the same as Jungkook. “You have done more for him in the last ten years than JK, and I combined. If anything, you would be his first choice.” They both chuckle, knocking shoulders playfully.

“How do I look?” you call from the bedroom as you step out.

Jungkook swallows thickly, subconsciously licking his lips as he takes you in. The lilac top hugs your figure, accentuating your waist, flaring over your hips, and pushing your breasts up. He sends up a silent thank you to the Moon for Jimin choosing those trousers. They hug your legs, making them look like they were dipped in starlight.

Jimin breaks the silence first. “Exquisite.”

“Thank you, good sir.” You give an exaggerated curtsy, your fingers pinching at the flared fabric over your hips, making them all melt into laughter. “Now, who’s ready to do this?”

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You can’t believe what you’re about to do. When you slipped into the bedroom to change into the beautiful clothing Jimin brought you, you nearly panicked and climbed out the window. Since the moment JK dumped you through the gateway and into the loch, your entire life has been one giant tailspin. It’s only been recently that you’ve managed to stop the nauseating swirl and begin to get a grasp on things. Now, you’re about to take another nosedive into the unknown.

It’s not that you don’t want to bond with these fae—you don’t mind that part—but you can’t seem to get rid of the tingling beneath your skin when you think about how Yoongi might react. You’ve been trying to remain positive, spending a lot of time reaching out to the bond and frustrating yourself over and over again when you run into the same foggy wall as before.

Jimin’s news of Yoongi made your stomach churn. You immediately grabbed for the bond and threw everything you had against the wall separating you, but it was useless. If you’re being honest, the reason you agreed so quickly to try the circle bonding was the thought that maybe if someone else is part of the bond, then they can use their magick to break through the barrier and finally communicate with Yoongi. From what JK explained and what little you could read of the book Namjoon had, in theory, it should work in a way that allows them to feel the bond you have with Yoongi and each other.

“We should start with JK,” Namjoon suggests. “Go in sequence of ability.”

JK huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “I guess that makes sense. Are we all going to do the rites first?”

Jimin looks to Namjoon, and they both nod. “I think that might be for the best. We can begin the bonding process all at once and then…umm, the other.”

“Foursome,” JK chirps. “The other would be what they call a foursome.”

“You do not have to be so crude,” Jimin murmurs. “Besides, what if we do not want to do that together?”

“Are you worried we’ll laugh at your little cock?” JK pokes his lips out in a faux pout. “It’s okay, Mini. I promise not to laugh too much.”

Jimin raises a slim brow, his lips tipping into a smirk. “I was thinking more along the lines of not wanting to make you feel inadequate in comparison.”

“Okay, okay, enough dick talk,” you laugh, thankful for the banter that has eased the tension. “If it’s any consideration, I wouldn’t mind if everyone was present. Based on my experience, inhibitions seem to have no place during a bonding. I doubt any of you will even care if you accidentally cross swords.”

That earns you a loud, full laugh from JK and curious looks from Namjoon and Jimin. “That has to be in reference to sex of some kind,” Namjoon muses. “I will have you all know that I have never—well, I have never experienced copulation with another being.”

“Fucking knew it!” JK exclaims.

This makes you pause. “Are you sure you want to do this, then, Joon? The bond…it, well, it is very controlling.”

Namjoon clears his throat. “I know. If I am being honest with you, with all of you, I have taken quite a liking to you, Beautiful. I do not believe in coincidences, the sun and moon move in mysterious ways, but the stars are always aligned precisely how they are meant to be. You were destined to come here, to be a part of this world, and now you are making it tilt to rotate on your axis.”

You can feel it, the rightness in his words. You didn’t travel to Scotland on a whim as you thought. No, you were inevitably drawn to this time and place as a beacon of hope and change. Everything your grandpa ever told you has prepared you for these very moments. You know how this story is supposed to end.

When you lead the way to the garden, the moon is high in the sky, the air warm and humid against your skin. Beautiful ivy vines, fragrant jasmine, and drooping wisteria cover the moon gate. The flowers have bloomed fully over the last week or so, creating a magnificent backdrop as you stand with your hand clasped in JK’s. Jimin gently wraps the delicate silver chain around your hands, much like he and JK did for you and Yoongi.

You can’t help reaching out to the bond again. Trying to somehow let Yoongi know what you’re about to do is meant to help him. Being of the Unseelie Court, the words JK speaks mirror the ones spoken by Yoongi, vowing to be like the moon that gives way to the sun. You feel the same draw, reciting the words you also spoke to Yoongi. As the last word leaves your mouth, you gasp, stumbling forward into JK and clutching your chest.

The bond undulates, swelling inside you with the onslaught of new feelings. It’s like JK has reached under your ribs and is squeezing your heart. “Fucking hell,” you rasp as your body finally adjusts to the new sensations. “Is that normal?”

JK’s eyes are wide and full of alarm as he clutches you to his chest. “Like being hooked up to a car battery.” Usually, that would make you laugh, hearing JK speak so casually about things in the mortal world, considering the amount of time he has spent there during the last ten years. But, now, it barely registers over the ocean roaring in your ears—only, they’re not your ears.

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Yoongi

Standing on the rocky precipice, looking out over the deadly drop into the crashing waves below, he feels something inside of him change. Sweat beads on his forehead, and his manacled hands grow clammy, having nothing to do with the ocean mist that lingers in the air.

“Would you like your body to be dumped into the ocean once I finish with it?” Borgia asks, sucking her teeth as she ambles over the craggy rock face to sneer at him. “I would shove you over right now if I could get away with it.” She uses a high-pitched mocking voice, “Oh, no, he jumped! I could not stop him!” Her laugh is like the crumbling of dead leaves, raspy and hollow. Yoongi barely registers the fire lancing through his wrists when she tugs on the iron chain, making him stumble behind her like a dog on a leash. He’s so focused on the new sensation in the bond that he doesn’t mind when she forces him onto his knees, the barnacles on the rocks cutting through his pants. “Collect those for me, dog, and I will let you have a bite of bread for dinner.”

His fingers dig at the crustaceans, trying to pry them from the rock. He doesn’t care that it’s nearly impossible to do with just his fingers, as long as Borgia doesn’t touch him. Because, right now, he is leagues away…standing in front of a moon gate, looking into the eyes of one of his best friends.

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The sensations level out, letting you get a better grasp on them. After Jimin unwinds the necklace, JK slides his hands up your arms, sucking in a breath when his fingertips graze the exposed skin of your neck. He licks his lips and jerks back, releasing you. “Sorry,” he mumbles.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, reluctant to let him step away. The connection between you urges you to go to him. Now that it has tasted his magick, it wants more. It needs you to complete the bond to his inner well.

Your eyes drift to Namjoon as he takes JK’s place before you. He offers you his hand, a warm smile on his face. “May I?”

Instead of answering him, you feel a need to be honest with him about something that has been eating away at you for a long time now. “Joon, I—I need to tell you something.”

Namjoon’s brow pinches and his hand slowly lowers to his side. “What is it?”

You chance a glance at Jimin, who is watching you with an open expression of genuine support. He nods his chin slightly in further encouragement. You reach for Namjoon’s hand, taking it up and holding it between both of your own. “When JK and I first came back after Yoongi was taken, there were some things I overheard during all the chaos. Things that I do not think I was supposed to hear but that were said accidentally with all the stuff going on. Joon—Namjoon,” you pause, letting him take in the realization, “I hope you are not too upset with me.”

His eyes drop like he’s taking a moment to filter through his feelings. “No control,” he finally says. “You know my true name, but still, you hold no power over me for it.” He looks up at you, and a slow smile spreads across his face. “I am thankful for you telling me. You are full of surprises, you sweet, wonderful being.”

“Do you know my real name?” JK asks, drawing your attention.

You shake your head. “I do know Jimin, though. Those were the only two names I heard that night. I don’t know if it was because someone else said them, and that’s why I don’t have power with them. Or, Jimin thinks it might have something to do with me slowly growing into my own faeness. Either way, it’s not my intention to have that kind of power over any of you. I didn’t want to ask you, and it somehow not be the same as with them. I would never have asked it of Yoongi if I thought there was any other way to guarantee my safety at the time.”

“Tell her,” JK urges, nudging Jimin with his elbow. “I want her to know my name, too.”

Jimin chuckles softly, giving JK a knowing look. “His name is Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook of the Unseelie Court, Royal Guard to the Crowned Prince.”

“You didn’t have to get all proper like that,” Jungkook says, rolling his eyes, but then he quickly looks to you, hopeful.

“Jungkook,” you test out his name, liking how it feels on your lips. “I like knowing your name without having some control over you with it.” That makes Jungkook positively beam, the moonlight reflecting in his eyes and over his dark hair. He may not be a fae prince, but he sure looks like it to you. You turn back to Namjoon, intimately aware of the butterflies that sweep through your belly when you meet his gaze. “Shall we?”

The words Namjoon chooses are different but no less potent in their meaning. “As all living things need the sun, water, and nutrients to grow, so too do I need you as my mate to grow beyond what I am now. I open my heart to you so you may gaze upon my grove and find shade under the branches of Bronwe. You are now the blood of my blood and bone of my bone. I give you my spirit till my life shall be done.”

It’s so natural now, responding to his vow with your own. “Whether as a mighty oak or a delicate rose, I come to you as tender hands of care. I will be the cooling shade to searing heat and the suckle of water when it's dry. I will protect you and Bronwe with all that I am and ever could be. You are now the blood of my blood and bone of my bone. I give you my spirit till my life shall be done.”

Namjoon’s hand tightens around your forearm as you both sway from the impact of the tether beginning to form. “Wow,” he says. The sentiment of his surprise and awe echoes inside you as the bond changes again. Your nose twitches as you catch the faintest whiff of briny ocean air.

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Yoongi

Something is happening to the bond. The harder he pushes it down to mask it, the harder it pushes back. It’s clear to him that you’ve accepted a bond with Jungkook, though the reasoning alludes him. He trusts his friends implicitly. Whatever it is they are doing with you, he knows it’s for the benefit of everyone.

The moon is bright overhead, something that used to bring Yoongi immense amounts of joy because it would revitalize his inner well and make him feel refreshed, even when his magick was at its weakest, right before you got dumped into his life—literally. Since he’s been taken, Borgia has made sure to only take him out at night when she feels like he’s extra compliant. Tonight is one of those such instances. He’s been feeling listless the last day or two, using all of his reserved strength to keep the bond masked, long having given up trying to fight the nightmare of the night he escaped the castle that she makes him relive constantly.

“Scrape at those faster, boy. We do not have all night.” Saliva splashes onto his boot as she spits on the ground beside him. He ignores it, digging his now bloodied fingers around a particularly stuck barnacle, his eyes focused on the moonlight glinting off the ocean in the distance, but all he can see are a beautiful pair of turquoise eyes that are so full of love as they move to in front of him—but not him.

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Jimin is the last to step in front of you. Unshed tears are glistening in his eyes as Jungkook helps Namjoon twine the third necklace around your clasped hands.

The words Jimin says are similar to Yoongi’s but from the sun's perspective as opposed to the moon's. “As the sun provides light for the moon to glow, so too will I shine for you as my mate. I open my heart to you so you may gaze upon my stars and find warmth within my soul. You are now the blood of my blood and bone of my bone. I give you my spirit till my life shall be done.”

You combine your own words, feeling like that is the right thing to do. “The moon spends its entire life reflecting the light of the sun so that others may see, even in the dark. I offer myself to you as an equal to shine for the moon. I open my heart to you so we may both be bright for him, even in the darkest of times. You are now the blood of my blood and bone of my bone. I give you my spirit till my life shall be done.” The inclusion of Yoongi is automatic, offering Jimin not just a bond but a promise that you will never try to be more prominent in Yoongi’s life, instead standing as an equal to Jimin.

The bond shivers, bringing an added warmth that shines brighter than the midday sun. Jimin closes his eyes and murmurs, “Yoongi. I can almost feel him.”

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Yoongi

“Put them in the jar,” Borgia huffs, kicking the glass bottle closer to where he kneels. His hands are a mess, bloodied and aching, as he grabs the jar and begins to stuff the crustaceans he managed to pry from the rock.

Sweat is pouring down his neck and soaking his shirt. The last change to the bond is making it so hard to hold back. Jimin. He has barely thought of him since he’s been captive, lest he falls into a bottomless pit of despair. Yoongi can feel them, all three of his best friends, glittering like an oasis in the desert on the other side of the mental wall he’s erected within himself.

He aches to drop the wall and reach out to embrace the warmth it offers. But he’s not sure what will happen if he does. The bonds are faint, incomplete—just a tease at this point. Yoongi grits his teeth, shoving the last of the sea creatures into the jar before staggering to his feet and holding it out to Borgia. She gestures wildly down the coast, a silent command for Yoongi to walk. He clutches the jar to his chest, takes a step forward, and once again finds himself with his unfocused gaze staring into familiar turquoise eyes and the faint taste of chamomile on his tongue.

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“He’s there. I know he is. Why isn’t he letting us in?” Jungkook presses a hand to his chest, a look of confusion on his face.

“The bond is not yet complete. That could be holding him back,” Namjoon suggests. His breathing is a bit ragged as he works to unwind the necklace from around your and Jimin’s hands. “There is so much power.”

You can feel him now. Yoongi is there, a muted presence, but you feel him more prominently than you have the whole time he’s been gone. The taste of salt lingers on your lips, and for some reason, the tips of your fingers ache with phantom pains. “He knows,” you whisper, licking your lips and savoring the tangy flavor that shouldn’t be there. “I can feel him.”

“Whoa,” Jimin gasps, pulling you closer. His eyes bore into yours. “Your eyes, they—they are his. Oh, Yoongi.” Before you know it, Jimin’s lips are pressed to yours. The touch ignites something in you. You lean into the kiss, letting Jimin slide his tongue between your lips. “You taste the way he does, like the darkness just before dawn and morning dew,” he murmurs against your lips, pulling away to catch his breath.

Gentle fingers brush across the back of your neck, eliciting goosebumps down your spine. “You smell even more divine than before. Is it because of the bond?” Namjoon audibly swallows, the sound quivering his breath as he exhales. “Perhaps we should go inside.”

All you can do is nod. The force of three new bonds is far more intense than one, each playing off the need of the next. As you follow them back into the house, you can feel moisture already gathering between your thighs. Namjoon leads the way, his broad shoulders seeming even more expansive now that you’re looking at him through a bond haze.

Jungkook has been uncharacteristically quiet since he questioned why Yoongi wasn’t letting them in. You put a hand on his arm to draw his attention. “You okay?”

“What? Me? Oh, yeah, I’m more than okay.” That boyish grin you first saw all those nights ago at Bowhill House settles on his lips. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

You shrug. “You don’t even know my name.”

His eyes flick to yours. “Sure I do. You’re Beautiful.”

“I mean my real name,” you laugh. Namjoon pushes open the door to the bedroom, and you continue in behind Jungkook.

Jimin shrugs off his overcoat and tosses it on a wooden chair in the corner. “We do not need to know your real name for this to be what we want. At least, that is how it is for me. And if I am being even more honest, I do not want to know your name until you are ready to give it, and even then, I want Yoongi to know it first. He deserves that more than we do, but only when you are ready for that…if you ever are. We are all perfectly content with calling you Beautiful, as that is exactly what and who you are.”

“He’s right,” Jungkook agrees. “Now, quit stalling and get on the bed.”

“Excuse me?” you ask with an awkward laugh.

Jungkook pokes at the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. “I said get on the bed. Now.”

“Hold up a minute, I don’t thin—“

His chest is against yours in the next instant. He steps forward, forcing you back until your thighs knock into the edge of the bed. “Seeing as how I am the only cock in this room that has any experience with pussy, I think it would be best if I called the shots. Besides, I like being in charge.” He emphasizes that statement with a gentle push to your shoulders, easing you back onto the bed.

You glance at Namjoon and Jimin. Their eyes are locked on Jungkook, watching his every move as he slowly begins to relieve you of the clothing you put on only hours ago. The buttons on your blouse pop open quickly under his deft fingers, exposing your bare breasts to the heat of the room and their gazes.

Being bold, Namjoon steps forward and perches on the bed beside you. “Are they as soft as they look?”

“It’s okay to touch,” you tell him before giving Jimin a look that means those words are for him, too.

Your boots come off next. One at a time, they thump onto the floor, discarded by Jungkook. His fingers tickle along the arch of your foot, making you squirm. You open your mouth to tell Jungkook to stop, but Namjoon’s fingers pinching one of your nipples steals your attention.

“Touch her, Jimin. I know you want to. Stop resisting.” Jungkook smirks as he trails his hands up your legs until he gets to the fastening on your pants.

Jimin reaches out a tentative hand and cups your other breast, squeezing lightly. You both shudder from the contact. “I can feel you feeling me,” Jimin observes, experimenting by flicking his thumb over your nipple until it pebbles tightly.

Your body jerks as Jungkook tugs your pants down over your hips. Namjoon sits up a little straighter. He cocks his head to the side, sliding his hand down from your breast to splay across your stomach.

“What you’re looking for is the clit,” Jungkook casually tells Namjoon. “Listen to the sounds she makes. Watch her reactions. You’ll know when you find it.”

“Why am I the only one naked?” you huff, biting your bottom lip as Jimin continues teasing your nipples, and Namjoon’s hand moves lower. Your pants hit the floor, Jungkook finally getting them down your legs. He stands back, looking smug as he watches Namjoon’s hand intently.

It’s a soft touch at first, the way Namjoon’s fingers sweep over your skin. Your chest is rising and falling rapidly as he becomes more confident with his exploring. Jimin leans in and captures your next exhale, breathing you in before devouring your mouth in a brutal kiss. He follows you down as you lose the will to continue sitting upright. Hands trace over your knees before firmly pushing them open, exposing your throbbing core.

You track Namjoon’s fingers, letting your body and the bond guide your sight even behind closed lids. You’re distinctly aware that it’s Jungkook’s hands on your knees. The sound of Namjoon’s sharp inhale when he finally slides a finger through your wetness, mixed with the sensation of it, has you moaning into Jimin’s mouth.

“Listen to her moan for you,” Jungkook whispers, his voice dark and throaty.

Namjoon drags his finger through your arousal again, eliciting another moan from you. Jimin breaks away from the kiss, panting against your cheek before pressing open-mouthed kisses along your neck. He alternates with tongue and teeth, leaving playful marks in his wake. “Kiss her when you do that, Namjoon,” Jimin stops his kissing to murmur into your skin. “It is exhilarating feeling the vibrations of her moans.”

“Take off your clothes first, lover boy,” Jungkook suggests, the words hooked on a groan he tries to hide. “I have a feeling once you start, you won’t be able to stop.” His hands are still on your knees, and without looking, you can tell he’s staring at where your arousal is beginning to drip out and down your ass. You can feel his penetrating stare, the way he’s holding back his desire so Namjoon and Jimin can enjoy themselves before he does.

The finger that was tracing circles around your clit disappears. Your eyes flutter open, intent on getting your first real glimpse at Namjoon’s body as he begins to slip out of his clothes. He’s always worn neutral earth tones that compliment his easy-going demeanor. The fact he’s hiding such a beautiful body under so many layers of linen should be marked down as a cardinal sin.

His eyes meet yours as his shirt hits the floor, and his thumbs hook into the waistband of his pants. With teasing slowness, he slides them down inch by inch until they come loose around his knees and fall to puddle around his feet. Namjoon is as glorious naked as he is kind in spirit. You’re utterly at a loss for words, so you just reach out a hand to him in offering.

Jimin leans back, propped up on an elbow, as he watches Namjoon take your hand, and you guide him up onto the bed. The bed dips, and Jimin scoots back a little to allow your legs to open further as Namjoon kneels between them.

“Are you sure?” Namjoon asks you, his eyes searching yours for assurance.

The bed shifts as Jungkook settles above you. He holds up a single white, dusty petal. You automatically open your mouth and stick out your tongue to receive the Silver Ward, internally grateful someone thought to grab it. The creamy taste of the flower petal melts in your mouth. In response to Namjoon, you grip a handful of his hair and pull him down, guiding his mouth to yours.

The scent of pine blooms heavily around you, and the taste of orange floods your mouth. Namjoon tastes and smells as sweet and comforting as you thought he would. With your other hand, you work it between your bodies until your fingers graze along his erection. He shudders, stomach clenching as his hips jerk forward.

“Easy,” you whisper between kisses. “Nice and slow.” His velvety skin is warm and smooth as you slide your hand along his length, marveling at the amount of sticky wetness already seeping out from the tip.

“Seven Suns!” Namjoon curses, his lips popping off of yours as you shift your hips up, and the head of his cock presses into your wetness. His eyes widen as your other hand lands on his hip, encouraging him to thrust forward. Inch by inch, he fills you until you’re both writhing, and he’s all the way inside. “It feels—it feels, I do not…the words…” he trails off, jaw going slack as he slowly pulls out and pushes back in.

“Good pussy is supposed to make you speechless,” Jungkook comments slyly. “Now, make her cum like a good mate.”

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Yoongi

His steps falter as his body locks up, rocketing through a sensation he hasn’t felt since the night he bonded with you. Alarmed, he holds the jar of barnacles over his crotch and quickly continues walking before Borgia can bark at him for stopping.

Pine and orange blossoms. The scent is so intense, Yoongi could almost believe he was somewhere deep in a spring orchard instead of walking along the rocky coastline of the Unseelie Court. You have fully bonded with Namjoon. The idea that his best friend just made love to his mate doesn’t phase him. He welcomes the additional feeling of Namjoon in the bond. Though, what is most surprising is the energy Yoongi now feels. His exhaustion is waning, and the ache in his head lessening.

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Namjoon pants heavily into your neck, his body still quivering on top of yours. You can feel his cock still pulsing, filling you with thick jets of cum. The orgasm tore through you and ripped right down the bond connected to Yoongi. You hadn’t even considered that could happen. But, as you recover from the post-orgasm haze, you realize the foggy wall separating you from Yoongi has depleted significantly.

That revelation excites you. “I think it’s working,” you say breathlessly. “Namjoon, do you feel him?”

Pushing up on trembling arms, Namjoon slowly pulls out of you, sitting back on his heels. His cock is still hard, jutting up against his stomach and smearing your combined releases across his skin. “I do.” There is evident amazement in Namjoon’s voice, his face splitting with a huge smile. “It is beyond what I imagined. I can feel him, just as I can feel you.”

Your body kicks back into overdrive, reminding you there are two bonds you’ve yet to complete. “I should clean up.” You sit up to slide around Namjoon, but a hand on your shoulder pulls you back.

“If you think Namjoon’s cum will stop me from fucking you, you are mistaken.” Such dirty words coming from Jimin’s sweet mouth have you moaning softly. He’s almost possessive in how he grabs your ankles and pulls you over on top of himself. You straddle his stomach; hands pressed against his chest for support. “Claim me. Mark me as yours,” he demands.

You shift back, feeling his hard length slide between your thighs until it pops out and slaps against his stomach. Jimin grunts, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, prominent canines—making you think so much of Yoongi’s—indenting the plush flesh. Wrapping your fingers around his cock, you give it a firm squeeze, watching as a bead of pre-cum oozes out.

You can feel Jungkook’s and Namjoon’s eyes on you as you lean forward and flick your tongue over the tip of Jimin’s cock, collecting the glistening moisture. The taste alone makes you moan, like the best blend of warm spices you’ve ever had. It complements the clove of Yoongi and the orange of Namjoon so well.

“Fuck,” Jungkook moans. You glance at him, smirking before swirling your tongue around Jimin’s head. All three moan then, Jimin’s hips bucking up and pressing his cock more firmly against your tongue.

“I will not last if you keep doing that,” he whines beautifully.

Sitting up straight, you keep your hand wrapped around his cock and adjust your hips until you hover over him. “Look at me,” you tell him. Those turquoise eyes lock onto yours. The rapture that takes over Jimin’s face as you begin to lower yourself onto him is something that will be ingrained in your memory forever.

He stretches you perfectly. Despite having just been filled with Namjoon, your body needs a moment to adjust. You begin to move, rocking slowly until Jimin starts to rock his hips to go deeper.

“Play with her nipples,” Namjoon suggests.

Taking the direction, Jimin captures one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, tugging gently. You throw your head back, moaning loudly. Encouraged by your reaction, he does it again. “Jimin!” you cry his name, undulating your hips in a way that has the head of his cock rubbing all the right places.

He stiffens under you when you cry out his name, growing impossibly harder. “When you say my name like that, it does something to me. Seven Suns, say it again!” he begs.

“Jimin, Jimin, Jimin,” you string together his name like a prayer, repeating it with each thrust until you’re nearly sobbing his name, begging for relief yourself.

You hadn’t realized Jungkook moved to kneel behind you, only becoming aware of him when one of his hands slides around your hip and his thumb presses against your clit. “Make him cum, Beautiful. Claim that cock as yours.”

The sensation of Jimin tweaking your nipple and Jungkook rubbing the pad of his thumb against your clit has your next orgasm careening through you. Black dots spot your vision, your body pulsing around Jimin and encouraging his release. His mouth opens in a silent cry, head thrown back against the mattress.

Before you have time to register what’s happening, Jungkook grabs your hips and pulls them up. You fall forward, landing on Jimin as your ass goes into the air. “Ju-jungkook, wha—OH!” you moan, sucking in a breath and trying to orient yourself.

Heedless of the cum dripping out of you and Jimin’s hard cock just inches away, Jungkook shoves down the front of his trousers and pushes into you in one swift motion. “If I had to watch anymore, I was going to cum in my pants, and well, that would be a waste of a perfectly good bonding orgasm.”

You mewl from the overstimulation, fingers scrabbling over Jimin’s shoulders, searching for purchase to keep yourself from sliding forward. Jungkook’s fingers dig into the meat of your hips as he sets a relentless, pounding pace.

“He is like an animal,” Namjoon muses, though clearly being turned on by the display. He fists a hand around his own erection. “Do you feel it, Jimin?”

Jimin just grunts, wrapping his arms around your back to help hold you in place. You meet his eyes, watching the swirl of emotions in their oceany depths. “Let go, Beautiful. Give in to it,” he whispers, his lips brushing over yours with each word.

You do. You give in and open yourself to Jungkook. Jungkook’s hips stutter against your ass as your body commands his, drawing forth his orgasm to crest with yours. The final bond slams into place, exploding through your body with pleasure and intensity.

For a moment, you’re shuffling along a desolate shoreline. The moon is high overhead, the ocean screaming as it throws itself against the bluffs a hundred feet below you. “Where am I?”

“What did you say, boy?”

You jerk around, startled by the voice, and meet a wicked set of yellowed eyes that instantly go wide with understanding.

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Yoongi

He was ready the second time you accepted a bond, silently rejoicing in being connected to Jimin. Tears pricked at his eyes, but he kept his face forward so Borgia wouldn’t grow suspicious. The third bond came so quickly after the second that he let his hold slip. Those terrifying moments when he watched as you looked through his eyes, spoke with his mouth…

“Fuck you!” Yoongi yells, throwing the jar of barnacles as hard as he can at Borgia’s face. The glass smacks her in the mouth, shattering. Shards of glass rain down on the rocks at her feet as she screams.

Opening himself to the full power of the bond nearly sweeps Yoongi off his feet. It barrels through him, and he has to step back to keep his balance. Focusing on his strength, Yoongi pulls against the cuffs around his wrists as hard as possible. They are iron, but the strongest Fey magick has been known to break it.

Borgia swipes a hand over her mouth, trying to dislodge errant pieces of glass. “You stupid, stupid worm! I do not care what Chaddick wants. I will see you in pieces before the night is over!”

She lunges at him, hands hooked like claws, aiming for his face. Yoongi grunts, ignoring the bite of iron ripping into his skin as the shackles groan and creak from his efforts. He might not know how to control his power fully, but with the additional potency from the bond now, he only needs a small amount to make a big difference.

The cuff on his right wrist snaps, the iron pieces crumpling in his hand. As Borgia collides with him, he brings up that mangled piece of iron and drives it down as hard as he can into her back. Her fingers dig into his cheeks, the nails slicing through his flesh, but he forces his hand down harder. Yoongi feels the metal pierce her skin and grind against the vertebra in her spine.

“You may not care what he wants, but you should care about what I want!” Yoongi snarls, jerking his hand from side to side to do as much damage as possible. “Your life, you foul bitch! I hope you rot!”

Borgia spasms, her legs jerking wildly as her hands slide down his face. She gives one last snap of her teeth in his face before her body lists to the side and thumps solidly against the ground. A wet cackle bubbles past her lips, her eyes darting up to him. “You are a f-fool if you think he will not find y-you again.”

“You will be lucky if anyone finds you,” Yoongi sneers, crouching down and promptly giving her limp body a push. She rolls, her arms and legs flopping with each turn before disappearing over the edge.

Yoongi stands there momentarily, contemplating the likelihood he could make it to the castle and get his mother out undetected, before deciding against that plan and turning west to begin picking his way across the uneven ground—letting the bond lead him home to you and the three males that mean the most to him in his life. With Borgia gone, Chaddick’s deception will be swift to crumble. His mother will be safe enough, protected by the lies that have kept him away all these years. He only saw her a few times during his time of capture but never was able to get close enough to talk to her. As he twists off the remaining cuff from his left wrist, he wonders if everyone in the castle will be able to feel his increase in magick. That also might mean Chaddick can feel him, too—all the more reason for Yoongi to get home as soon as possible.

He begins to run.

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Everyone is milling along the edge of the meadow surrounding the house. Namjoon increased the radius of the ward, pushing it out to where it used to be, where you’re all now standing.

Jungkook is pacing, his feet kicking in frustration through the ankle-high grass. “We should go find him,” he grumbles for at least the fifth time.

“Be patient,” you insist. “He’s close, but so is that patrol that went by earlier. The last thing we need is multiple bodies out there making noise or accidentally running across the wrong trail and putting them on our scent.”

You can feel the irritation coming from Jungkook, he knows you’re right, but that doesn’t mean he won’t press your buttons. That’s something he’s becoming increasingly good at over the last forty-eight hours.

Once the bond was completed, everyone could feel Yoongi with stark clarity. You felt the moment he drew their magick through you and used it in bursts and fits of strength. Even now, he’s drawing on it to propel himself forward faster through the woods of the Hollow Lands. With each breath you take, you can feel him moving closer.

A noise catches your attention, drawing your eyes to the tree line. There is movement a few yards in. You can see and hear at greater distances, far more than you could days ago. Adding three bonds has seemingly kicked your transformation into high gear.

Finally, you see him. Yoongi peeks out from around a tree. His eyes scan the immediate area, checking for any sign of threats before he takes off in a sprint, coming right for you. He may not be able to see you through the ward, but you know he can feel you.

“Faster,” Jimin urges in a frantic whisper.

As Yoongi draws closer, you have to suppress the urge to scream. He looks barely alive. His clothes are ripped and tattered, hanging loosely from his thin frame. His weight has dropped considerably; his shoulders and collarbone stand out in high contrast through the thin material of his shirt. Angry red rings circle his wrists, and his lips are bruised and cracked.

You open your arms, prepared to grab him as soon as he stumbles through the barrier of the ward. He slumps into your arms, and you nearly drop him, but thankfully Jungkook is there and catches you both.

“Seven Hells,” Yoongi rasps, clutching at your shirt. His eyes flutter, trying to focus on your face before they roll back in his head, and he goes limp in your hold.

Jimin keens in distress, quickly sweeping up Yoongi’s legs. Jungkook takes over for you, holding Yoongi’s torso, and he and Jimin begin to carry him toward the house.

As soon as Yoongi’s eyes rolled back, you felt the bond connected to him shiver and pulse weakly before dropping to a low hum in your chest. “Namjoon,” you say more as a plea than anything. The nymph pulls you close, wrapping his strong arms around you as you watch Jimin and Jungkook work their way up the porch stairs with Yoongi slung between them.

“All will be well, Beautiful. Come, let us go help our mate.” Namjoon ushers you across the yard and into the house, where Yoongi is laid out on the dining table, much like you and Jungkook were. You’re not sure if you can appreciate the irony or not.

The fact Namjoon called Yoongi our mate still resonates with you as you pick up one of Yoongi’s hands, clutching it in your own.

“Namjoon, you know best. What can we do?” Jimin asks as he rips the tattered remains of Yoongi’s shirt off. Yoongi’s chest is like a macabre version of a Klein painting, blue and black with bruises and dried blood.

Namjoon moves around to stand at Yoongi’s head and places a hand on his forehead. “He is burning up. A fever. Most likely infection from the iron that was around his wrist. Exhaustion, certainly. He did not stop running the whole way here, meaning he made a nearly three-day trip in less than two. I think what he needs right now is some rest and an infusion of vitamins, nutrients, and something for the infection.”

Jungkook finishes taking off Yoongi’s pants. “Beautiful, want to help me get him cleaned up?”

You startle, tearing your eyes away from staring at the myriad of discoloration covering Yoongi’s body. “Yes. Yes, of course.” You gently set Yoongi’s hand back down on the table and follow Jungkook into the bathroom to retrieve towels and a cleansing bar.

“He’s strong. He’ll be okay.” Jungkook moves back to the dining table, setting the supplies down. “I’ve seen Yoongi in a worse state than this.”

“Worse than this?” You can’t imagine that.

Jimin looks longingly at Yoongi before pressing a quick kiss to his forehead and follows Namjoon outside to collect everything needed for the infusion.

Filling a bowl with warm water from the solar tank by the sink in the kitchen, Jungkook sighs. “Yeah. Hard to believe, but when we first escaped from the Unseelie Court, the first few weeks were not kind to us at all.”

“What happened?” You dip a cloth into the warm water and begin to gently clean the various cuts and wounds littering Yoongi’s body.

“I remember being woken up by Yoongi tipping my bed onto its side. I was spitting mad, cursing at him, and yelling until I saw that he was covered in blood from head to toe. I still can’t recall the exact words he said to me, but I didn’t need to hear them. I just knew I had to follow him, do whatever I could to protect him from whatever was happening.” Jungkook works diligently with tender touches, careful not to jostle Yoongi too much. “My bed was in the royal barracks, but thankfully in one of the outer wings. I don’t know that we could have slipped out had my bed been somewhere deeper in. We managed to slip out through an unmanned postern gate.”

You tilt your head, watching Jungkook and feeling your appreciation and affection for him grow with every word. “He’s lucky to have you.”

Jungkook snorts and shakes his head. “I was a shit friend most of the time, especially in the beginning. Mad that he wouldn’t tell me everything that happened and then horrified when he finally did. What Chaddick did to his brother, right in front of Yoongi’s eyes…that’s not something you can move on from easily. Yoongi was in a bad place for a long time. He barely ate anything unless Namjoon or I forced him to.”

“I’m glad he got better.”

“All thanks to Jimin. It wasn’t until Jimin finally made it into the clearing—once the immediate danger had passed—that Yoongi got some life back into him.”

You let that thought soak for a while, ruminating and sitting with it while you and Jungkook finish cleaning Yoongi up and wrapping him in a blanket. When Jimin and Namjoon come back in, their arms ladened with baskets from the garden, they agree to move Yoongi to the bed to afford him the best chance at resting comfortably.

“Beautiful, there is a ceramic bowl above the kitchen sink and a mortar and pestle. Do you mind bringing them to me?” Namjoon asks as he and Jimin begin to sort the things in the baskets on the bed.

The bowl and tools are easy to find. You pull them down and take them to Namjoon. “Is this something he will need to ingest?”

“Not necessarily. Much like the poultice I made to help heal your side, this works through dermal absorption. It can be ingested, but it more or less works the same either way. Though, it can be a bit vile tasting, so through the skin is best in my opinion,” Namjoon explains as he begins to crush different sprigs of greenery and colorful petals with the pestle.

He continues to work in silence under the watchful eyes of Jimin and Jungkook. You spend most of your time staring at Yoongi, watching his chest's shallow rise and fall. His silvery hair is longer, greasy, and disheveled, but he’s still no less handsome than before.

Jimin holds out a small glass tube with a cork stopper to you. “For his lips. It is a moisturizing oil that he favors. Just a drop will do.”

You unstopper the glass and press your finger over the opening, upending the tube quickly before righting it again. A small drop of oil sits on the pad of your finger. It smells like honeysuckle. You gently rub the oil across Yoongi’s lips, being extra careful around the swollen split on the right side.

When Namjoon is done mixing the infusion, he begins to rub it into any exposed skin methodically. Jungkook pulls the blanket back, giving Namjoon access to Yoongi’s legs and stomach. The mixture smells like bitter greens with the faintest hint of mint.

“And now we just wait?” you ask when he’s done.

“Unfortunately, that is all we can do for now. He needs to rest. His magick, the bond, and the infusion will do the rest.” Namjoon gathers the empty baskets and the used tools with Jungkook’s help. “We will be outside. You two should get some rest, too. Call if you need anything.” He presses a brief kiss to your forehead before starting for the door.

Jungkook blows you a kiss over his shoulder, giving you a look before he disappears behind Namjoon. It was a look of contentment, assurance that everything would be okay. You’re grateful for their optimism and support.

“I will go as well,” Jimin murmurs, a forlorn expression on his face as he begins toward the door.

“Jimin, no, wait. Please stay.” You settle on the bed beside Yoongi and hold a hand out to Jimin. “He would want you here when he wakes up.”

“But you are his mate,” Jimin murmurs and purses his lips. You can tell he’s hesitating.

“And you are my mate…but most importantly, you are his love. Now, get your ass over here, or I’ll be forced to make you.” You raise your eyebrows, daring him to argue.

Jimin’s lips quirk in amusement. “You drive a hard bargain.” He kicks off his shoes before climbing onto the bed on your other side. The uncertainty in his touch is gone as he presses up against your back, draping his arm over your side so his hand rests on Yoongi’s chest. Your cheek rests against Yoongi’s shoulder, and your eyes slide closed as you sigh and relax into Jimin’s hold.

Bonding with Jimin, Jungkook, and Namjoon is something you will never regret. Not only did it help bring Yoongi home, but it also has broken down every barrier ever erected between you. The connections to Namjoon and Jungkook hum with potent vitality, letting you know they are drawing on small measures of their magick—probably working in the garden.

“Jimin?”

“Yes, Beautiful?” he murmurs against your neck, his voice soft and sleepy.

“Will you take me to see the Seelie Court someday?”

Jimin shifts behind you, pressing even closer. His lips tickle the back of your neck as he speaks. “Of course, you are my mate. You belong by my side.” The words are breathy, half coherent as he fights the pull of sleep—but you hear them clearly, right down to your soul.

The blanket shifts, almost drawing you out of your half-sleep. Lips brush over yours, making you hum. “Jimin,” you breathe as another kiss presses against your lips. “Go back to sleep.”

“Not Jimin.” Your eyes snap open and meet those green and gold ones you have dreamt of nearly every night. Yoongi presses his lips to yours again, his tongue teasing along the seam. You automatically open for him and can’t help the moan as his alluring clove scent floods your senses.

You pull back, but Yoongi follows, reconnecting your lips in a desperate kiss. “Yoongi,” you try for firm, but his name comes out more like a needy mewl than anything.

“Please do not stop me. I need you.” He pleads between kisses. Yoongi shifts more, rolling onto his side. The movement dislodges Jimin’s hand, jolting him from sleep.

“Y-yoongi?” Jimin murmurs. “What—wow, okay.” Jimin presses a hand against Yoongi’s shoulder. “Slow down, Yoons. We will take care of you.”

The grunt of frustration that comes from Yoongi is cute. He reluctantly pulls back, breaking the kiss and letting Jimin push him onto his back. “Mini, my love,” Yoongi whispers like he’s finally registering who has their hands on him.

“Just relax,” you coo, smoothing a hand across Yoongi’s forehead and pushing his hair out of his eyes. “Tell us what you need.”

“I need to feel you,” he states, reaching for you again. You let him draw you in, the bond blooming tenfold as you give in. His hand reaches out, searching until Jimin grabs it. “I thought all was lost.” The words are whispered fervently against your lips. “Never again.” Yoongi breaks away from the kiss to pull Jimin in. You sit back and watch as they come together, their lips molding and moving with familiarity.

The bond pushes and pulls in an all-consuming way. After you were bonded with Jimin, Jungkook, and Namjoon, you spent the rest of the night in the throws of passion, much like the night you bonded with Yoongi. It’s a visceral thing, a baser instinct that is in control. They each watched as you pleasured and received pleasure in turn but never went so far as to touch each other. So, seeing Jimin and Yoongi get lost in the feel of one another brings a new sensation to your body—one that has you squeezing your thighs together and pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Beautiful,” Jimin catches your attention. He presses light kisses across Yoongi’s chest, his half-lidded gaze sliding to you. “Suck his cock and remind him who he belongs to.”

Yoongi groans. “Yes. Please,” he begs. “I need to feel your mouth on me.”

You sit up on your knees, working with Jimin to shove the blankets back. Yoongi’s body is no longer a patchwork of colors. His skin is now smooth and blemish free like before. Kneeling between Yoongi’s thighs, you marvel at him and the wonder of the infusion Namjoon made.

Before you can give any attention to Yoongi’s straining erection, Jimin catches your chin with a finger and slowly brings your lips to his. He tastes faintly of chamomile and clove, a taste combination you will never grow tired of. All that’s missing is orange and coconut. At the thought of Namjoon and Jungkook, you feel the tethers of their bonds pinch with barely concealed amusement. They know Yoongi is awake and are very aware of the state he’s in—that all three of you are in.

“Be good for Yoongi, little mate, and I will give you your own reward,” Jimin promises with an encouraging smack to your ass.

You need little encouragement. Leaning forward with your eyes locked on Yoongi’s, you run your tongue along the underside of his shaft, earning a guttural moan from him. “No teasing,” he whimpers.

The look on his face is desperate, tugging at your heart. Wrapping a hand around him, you swirl your tongue around the head a few times before taking him into your mouth. His pre-cum is sweet, driving you to seek more. You take him as far as possible, letting your throat convulse around him with the intrusion.

“Perfect,” Jimin says. “You are so perfect.” You can’t tell if he’s talking about you or Yoongi, but either way, the praise makes you moan around Yoongi’s cock. “You like that?” He punctuates his question with a tug on your pants, working them down over your ass until they’re caught mid-thigh. “I think you do.” You can hear the smirk in his voice as he runs a finger between your thighs, delighting in the sticky moisture he finds.

You work over Yoongi, using your hand to squeeze and pulse in time with the suction from your tongue and lips. Yoongi throws his head back and curses when Jimin’s cock pushes into you. “Oh, Jimin!” All three of you shudder, overwhelmed by feeling each other physically and through the bonds.

The tightness in your lower belly increases with each thrust from Jimin and moans from Yoongi. “Make him cum, Beautiful. Do it.”

Yoongi jerks under you as you take your other hand and cup his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. He moans, his whole body going rigid as the first gush of cum hits your tongue. Jimin’s hips crash into your ass as he follows Yoongi over the edge. The feeling of Jimin pulsing inside of you triggers your own release. You hungrily swallow down all Yoongi gives you, licking him clean between shaky breaths as your body just as eagerly milks everything it can from Jimin.

“Holy fuck,” you pant. Your whole body feels like jello, trembling as Jimin helps you lay back down beside Yoongi. Your pants are still around your thighs. You can’t be bothered to fix them yet.

Jimin stands up from the bed. His half-hard cock glistens in the light coming in through the crack in the curtains over the window. “Are you okay?” he asks Yoongi as he delicately tucks himself away and does up the laces on the front of his pants.

“Much better now,” Yoongi sighs with contentment. “I apologize for my behavior. I was away from you for too long. There was something inside of me, some pent-up possessiveness…When I awoke, I could think of little else besides claiming you in any way I could.”

“You should never apologize for that,” you assure him. “Are you well enough to tell us what happened? What do we need to do? Is everything okay in the Unseelie Court?”

Yoongi holds up his hand, slowing down your questions. “Peace, my mate. I feel well enough to tell you all what happened. Let us begin there.”

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Yoongi

His best friend. His claimed brother. His lover.

Mates to his mate.

She looks so radiant sitting among them, arrayed as they are around the table in front of him. They insisted he sit in the rocking chair to continue resting as much as possible. Jungkook drags the chair closer to the table, fluffing the pillows in the seat and draping a blanket over his knees.

“First, I would like to leave for the Unseelie Court once we finish this conversation. The sooner we arrive, the better. When I escaped, Chaddick was supposedly overseeing a command change within the border guard.” Yoongi shifts in his seat, adjusting the blanket in his lap. “By now, I imagine he is aware of Borgia’s death—“

“How did you kill her?” Jungkook asks.

Yoongi gives Jungkook a knowing smile. “Iron through the spinal cord, pushed her limp body over the cliffs along Tidal Bluff.”

Jungkook whistles appreciatively. “Damn. I wish I could have seen that. Good riddance.”

“I was able to confirm that it was through some of her dark magick enchantments and glamors that Chaddick has been able to lie and deceive openly. They”—he pauses and takes a deep breath—” they had been working on experiments. Ones that would allow him to take the magick of another Fey through their death. The first attempt was when he murdered my father. Apparently, Father learned about Chaddick having Borgia try it out on lesser Fey—pixies and dryads from the eastern regions. It is what started everything. Now that Borgia is dead, the truth will reveal itself as the glamor and magick begins to fade.”

Namjoon leans into your side, something that greatly warms Yoongi on the inside. “Good riddance indeed.”

Jimin clears his throat, garnering everyone’s attention. “Well, Yoongi, my love, are you ready to take back your court and greet your people?”

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The journey to the Unseelie Court takes two full days of continuous walking. Approaching the border had you on the verge of panicking, thinking back to the last time you crossed it. But there isn’t a single guard in sight. In fact, you haven’t seen a single other being, other than the occasional woodland creature, since leaving Namjoon’s glade.

“Where is everyone?”

You stand beside Jungkook, his hand tucked into yours, staring up at the vacant battlements along the curtain wall surrounding the castle of the Unseelie Court. The portcullis is up, leading directly into the equally as empty inner ward.

“I do not know. Keep your wits about you,” Yoongi says softly before leading your small group under the barbican and through the front gate.

There is an eerie feeling, standing in the middle of the ward, and the only sound you hear is the breathing of your mates and the crunch of their boots on the pavers. “Something isn’t right,” you say, your voice sounding too loud in your own ears.

“I can still feel the taint of darkness covering the grounds. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth,” Namjoon agrees with your assessment.

You notice a few broken pieces of furniture scattered around the inner walls like it was tossed from windows and balconies above to shatter in the courtyard. Spots of color peek out from the around the furniture. Children's toys and trinkets litter the walkways between the turrets like they were hurriedly abandoned. It’s unsettling. It feels like a tomb; you hope that isn’t some ridiculous foreshadowing. As much as you love a good plot twist, you’ve had just about enough of them lately.

Movement from one of the upper doorways of a balcony draws your attention. You gesture up to where you see another flash of movement. “Yoongi, look.”

“Yoongi, is that you?” calls a soft voice from the balcony. The door opens, revealing a handsome woman with silver hair piled on her head and familiar green-gold eyes. She’s wearing a midnight blue gown, the line of the bodice embroidered with silver stars.

“Mother!” Yoongi exclaims.

“Oh, my boy!” she cries, disappearing back through the doorway in a flurry of skirts. “Yoongi!” You can hear her calling his name from within the castle. It echoes down and through the main hall, where the door is propped open.

By the time Yoongi reaches the entrance, she’s barreling through it. Her loud cries shake her whole body as she clings to Yoongi. “Mother, peace, please. Be calm. I am home.” You can hear the choked emotion in his words as he tries to soothe her, but more prominently, you can feel his flood of emotions through the bond. It nearly buckles your knees.

Jimin cups your elbow, steadying you as you sway on your feet. “Use our strength,” he murmurs into your ear. With a calming breath, you reach out to the other three bonds, letting them stem the tide from Yoongi, each sharing in his sorrow, pain, and joy.

“What has happened here, Mother? Where is everyone?” Yoongi finally pulls away but keeps his hands braced on his mother’s shoulders. Her eyes flick around, taking in the rest of your group.

“Jungkook? Jimin? Seven Hells, what are you two doing here? And a woodland nymph?” Her eyes find yours, and she stiffens. “And her—she, is that—“

“Mother, please, I will explain it all. But, first, what is happening here?”

She gestures vaguely over her shoulder toward the castle. “Chaddick—something went wrong. He flew in on that damned serpent of his and began screaming about how you escaped. I did not know if it was true, but I prayed it was. I tried to rally The Guard, but they would not listen to me. He fled, taking them all with him! Hundreds of Unseelie��everyone from the castle–they emptied the armory and the coffers. I am only glad they left the city alone. I have not yet had the heart to tell our people. They do not know what has happened within the walls, only that the guard marched out the gate.” Her face darkens with anger. “I watched them move south from the parapet. I sent word to the Seelie Court as soon as I could. What did you do? How did you escape? Who is this human?”

He fled to the south. Chaddick is gone. You can feel the disappointment and anger radiating off of Yoongi. “I escaped by killing Borgia. Her body is surely rotting at the bottom of the Lunar Sea by now. The truth will be revealed now. Her glamour died with her. That is what sent Chaddick into a panic. He knows it is over for him. His plans for taking over the Unseelie Court are ruined.” Yoongi takes a step back, letting his hands drop from her shoulders. “As for the woodland nymph, Mother, let me introduce you to one of my best friends who has helped save my life over the last ten years. If it were not for Namjoon offering me sanctuary in his home in the Hollow Lands, I would have had no place to hide. Jimin and Jungkook have been with me every step of the way, guiding me and reminding me to keep fighting. They were the ones that helped me find a way to access my power—all of my power. They brought me her.” He gestures to you. “My mate.”

“I see,” she says, giving you a strained smile. It’s polite but not warm. “Come inside. Tell me everything.”

The inside of the castle belongs in one of your grandpa’s stories. Soaring ceilings adorned with crystal chandeliers and halls that extend into darkness, lined with life-sized family portraits spanning generations. If it weren’t for the haunted feeling from being so empty, you would be far more intrigued with what you pass as you follow along with Yoongi holding one hand and Jimin holding the other.

You stand with Jimin, Jungkook, and Namjoon just behind Yoongi, who is at the base of a dias where his mother sits on her throne—the only place she says doesn’t feel like it has darkness still clinging to it. It takes Yoongi nearly an hour to recount everything for his mom. He leaves out very few details, stopping to answer her questions whenever she asks them.

“It was Jimin’s idea that I try to find a human mate. We knew the possibilities, the potential for access to more power. It was figured that if I could access my inner well and wield more of my power safely, I could use it to defeat Chaddick. At first, that was all I wanted. I did not care who it was or whether or not they stayed after giving me what I needed. But she made me realize that I did care, and even though our time together has not been long, she means more to me than I have the words to express. Someone could argue it is only the bond causing me to feel this way, but I can speak plainly that it is not. Her tenacity and spirit intrigued me before we said our vows. The moment she opened her mouth and cursed at me, I yearned for her fire. She is my reason for breathing, what pushed me to beat Borgia and finally free our people from Chaddick’s control.”

Yoongi’s mother slowly stands up from her seat, her sapphire gown rustling over the stone steps as she comes down to stand before you. “My dear,” emotion and tears choke her words. “I did not mean to judge you. I had always imagined my boys–my boy, finding a mate whom he loved. His love for you is clear regardless of how you found yourself in his life.” She clears her throat, blinking away the emotion in her eyes. “Would it—is it okay if I hug you?”

You laugh, nodding enthusiastically as tears threaten to spill down your own cheeks. She wraps her arms around you, squeezing and whispering her thanks over and over again. When she finally steps back, Yoongi takes her place, burying his face in your neck. You feel three other bodies press in around you, cocooning you in safety and comfort.

Leaning back, his green and gold-flecked eyes meet yours. “Welcome to my home, Beautiful. The home you helped save. You may have it if you wish. You deserve it. Or I will build you your own if you want it. Just stay. Please, stay with us,” he says. Even with darkness brewing to the south, the bond floods with hope, filling you to the brim with possibilities.

“All of us together?” “Forever,” comes three very enthusiastic answers, though they can’t entirely hide the tiny grain of worry underneath it all. You know as long as Chaddick is alive, regardless of how far he runs, none of your mates will be truly safe.

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 32

A story of obsession, fear, and lust. You're a maid whose Masters forbid you in meeting their guests for the night but your luck runs dry when you run into them and catch the attention of Lord Hoseok himself. He's smitten from the beginning and thus, your fate has been decided.

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Hoseok x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 7,975

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Possessive, Angst, Fear, Blood, Biting, Dub-Con, Eventual smut

Will add or remove warnings based on what's in each chapter.

I do not condone the behavior being exhibited in my work. This is solely for entertainment purposes and I hope if any of you are ever in a situation like this that you have the chance and ability to run away from it. Take care out there.

DO NOT copy, edit, or repost my work anywhere.

Chapter 32 Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession, Drugging, Mentions of Necrophilia, Dub-Con, Smut, Fingering, Squirting, Biting, Fighting

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When you returned home yesterday you barely remember the ride. Hoseok woke you up to tell you when you were home and he helped to take upstairs all of the bags filled with clothes and shoes. After you washed up you spent the rest of the day with him. It wasn't much but there was one thing you felt and you definitely feel it today. You miss Namjoon.

Today he's busy with work so you haven't been able to spend time with him outside of the little bit from earlier. You're alone in the library seeing as Hoseok needed to take care of something that came up suddenly as well. Seokjin is with him but that's all you know and the only reason why you're alone is because Hoseok doesn't know that you are. Both men left you stranded in the library thinking that one of them would be taking care of you.

You were reading 1Q84 but your mind keeps wandering and it's been hard to concentrate on the text. Your chin is resting on your fist as you look off in the distance unseeing. You're starting to feel bored and that's due to the fact that you've been accommodated to being with someone since your first day here. You wonder if either of the men in your life will come back. Hoseok said whatever it was he needed to do won't take long. The same with Namjoon but after checking your phone you realize it's been over an hour since you've last seen them.

You lean your head down so that your forehead meets the table. It makes a light thunk sound before you do it again and again in boredom.

"You know if you do that hard enough you'll give yourself a concussion."

You jump and turn in your seat to see Jimin with his arms crossed and a smile that warms his cheeks.

You frown at the sight of him and go back to lying your head on the table where a final thunk sound is made.

"Hello to you too, I guess."

Your eyes roll beneath the cover of your lids. You think he'll leave you alone but you hear the chair across from you slide out. Raising your head you see that Jimin has made himself comfortable in the seat Namjoon usually sits in. You let out a huff to which he laughs.

"I promise me being here isn't all that bad."

You give him a deadpan look. "Oh really." It's not really phrased as a question but Jimin takes it as one anyway.

"Yes really." He perches each elbows onto the table and cups his face with his hands. "Where are my brothers?"

You sit up a little so you can rest your chin onto your fist again. "Work."

He hums. "That explains why you're alone then."

Jimin stretches out his arms and his fingers lightly graze your elbow. You pull back so he has nothing to touch and it just makes him smile.

"You know you don't have to stay here alone."

"They said they wouldn't take long so I'm waiting."

He sucks his teeth a few times before giving you a look where he scrunches his nose. "Hate to break it to you but I think it's going to take a while."

You frown as you question him. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that someone fucked up in the market and that's probably why my brothers aren't here with you."

Your hand comes down to rest on the table.

Was Jimin speaking the truth? He seems to realize that you're questioning him because he raises his brow before speaking.

"I only know because I overheard Seokjin and Taehyung talking about it. Taehyung and Yoongi left to handle it in person but I guess Seokjin dragged Hoseok and Namjoon with him too." He hums for a moment. "Makes sense seeing as Hoseok works with the money and Namjoon the distribution."

You give him an unreadable expression as you think.

How bad of a fuck up was it that nearly the whole family got involved? You also wonder what Taehyung, Seokjin, and Yoongi work in. You're afraid to find out but would it be wrong to want to know?

"I can see the gears turning in your head, pretty girl."

Your nostrils flare in irritation at the pet name. "Don't call me that."

Jimin's brows raise before he smiles. "I only call it like I see it but if you'd like," he pauses to raise his hands in surrender. "I won't say it again."

You don't want to believe him because you have a hard time believing in someone who enjoys teasing you.

His fingers dance across the table as he sits with a pout. He seems to be lost in his thoughts for a bit before he pulls back to sit up straight.

"If you want," he says. "You can spend time with me. It'll also give Hoseok peace of mind that you're with someone."

"Pass." Your answer comes almost immediately.

His pout grows more as he huffs. "I'm not bad company." A smile takes over his face. "You can hang with me and Jungkook. He's in the playroom right now."

"Again pass."

Jimin bites his lip as he eyes you. "If you make an effort to get to know us more you'll see we're not all so bad. Unless someone told you otherwise for your reaction to be the way that it is."

You recall Namjoon's words about his brothers. It leaves a sour feeling to roil in your stomach. You're about to tell Jimin to just leave you alone but he raises a finger up as if to stop you from thinking the thoughts that you have.

"One chance."

"What?"

"Give me one chance and then you can decide if you like me or not."

Your brows furrow as you glare at him.

Despite all his teasing that not only gets on your nerves but Hoseok's, Namjoon's words about Jimin specifically screams for you to stay away. It's obvious to you that you should deny him the chance to prove you wrong but the way he's acting now leaves room for you to second guess yourself. He isn't joking around, he said he'll stop with the pet names because you clearly don't like it. He gives you a look that spells innocence and all for you to agree to you giving him a chance. If there's one thing you're good at it's trying to see the good in everybody. Even in the one's who probably don't deserve it. It doesn't stop you from sighing though as you look off to the side and mumble "Fine."

Jimin hands clap together and it makes you jump.

"You won't regret it," he says happily.

You give him a weird look as he goes to stand and extends his hand towards you. You look at it and back up to his face. Jimin sighs before shoving his hands into his pockets.

After a second of looking at him you go to stand. "Lead the way I guess," you mumble.

He smiles and you see how his eyes nearly close from it. It's a bit endearing to see and so you look off to the side before you feel anything nice for him.

Jimin leads you out of the library and towards the playroom. It's pretty quiet in the house and you wouldn't have expected to see Jungkook in the playroom like Jimin said and it's only because of how silent he is. When you walk in you see that his eyes are wide and his lips are parted as he stares at the computer monitor. He's so focused on what he's doing that when Jimin skips over to hang over his shoulder he doesn't even budge.

You feel awkward standing by the couch as you watch the brothers. Jimin rests his hands over Jungkook's shoulder and he smiles brightly at something on the screen. He oohs and ahhs and when the youngest finally leans back he looks up at his brother with a question in his eyes. It's not until he sniffs a bit that he realizes you're here as his eyes lock straight onto you.

You feel even more awkward when he continues to stare and if it weren't because of Jimin speaking up you don't think either of you two would have stopped.

"Y/N is going to spend some time with us." Jimin smiles. "Play nice."

You're unsure if he meant that to Jungkook or you. Either way, you take his words to heart and try your best not to come off rude towards either of the brothers.

Jungkook goes back to looking at the monitor and playing whatever game he was playing. You weren't expecting him to give you a warm welcome so it doesn't bother you that he's going back to ignoring you.

Jimin giggles before making his way back over to you.

"So," he says happily. "What do you want to do?"

Your eyes shift from left to right before landing back on him. "I don't care really."

He pouts before bursting into a little laugh. "Well that's no fun." He grabs your hand and tugs you over to where the board games are at. "Let's play something fun."

You pull on your hand in hopes that he'll let go but he doesn't. When he does release you it's because he sits you down on a chair before going to the shelves of board games. His fingers run over the boxes as he looks for something. He hums a tune to himself until he makes a triumphant noise when he finds something he likes. He tugs out a relatively small box and turns to show it to you with a smile.

"Trouble," you ask. It's a game you never heard of before.

"Have you played it before?"

"No actually. I haven't."

Jimin's eyes widen. "You haven't?"

You shake your head no.

He huffs as he sits down and begins to open the box. "It's not a hard game. It's based off of luck really."

"Jimin likes the game because he always wins."

You turn your head slightly towards Jungkook as he speaks.

His brother on the other hand laughs. "I don't always win."

"Not always but most of the time. It's why many of us stopped playing it with him."

Jimin pulls out the game and pieces which are shaped like little pegs. There are sixteen pieces in total and four different sets are of the same color - green, yellow, blue, and red. He has you choose a color and you stick with yellow as he chooses blue.

"Here." He hands you the yellow pegs. "Place them where it says home."

You look down at the board and place then where Jimin told you to put them. He does the same on his end of the board before pointing to the middle where a bubble sits with a die inside.

"This is what determines if you're going to win or not. You press it down like this," he says as he pushes the bubble down. When he releases it the die jumps and shows the number six. "Whoever rolls the highest number goes first. Your turn."

You touch the bubble lightly before applying pressure. When you let go it pops and reveals the number four.

Jimin smiles. "I go first. Now to move your pegs you have to roll a six to be able to move one of them to start." He rolls again and gets a five. "Your turn."

You press the bubble and are awarded a six. It makes Jimin hum as you move one of your pieces.

"Do I have to roll a six for each of them," you ask.

"Yes." He rolls and gets a six. "After moving your pieces you have to bring them here." He points to four empty spaces that sit vertically around the middle of the board. "Whoever gets all of their pieces here is the winner."

It sounded easy enough. The two of you play together until one of your pegs pass his but at some point his lands on yours and he laughs to himself.

"What," you ask.

"If your piece lands on the opponent's you send their peg back home." He takes out your peg from where it stood and places it back where you started.

You think okay. Maybe not so easy enough.

It's at this point does Jungkook get up to stand by you to watch you two play.

Each time you bring a piece around Jimin forces you to fall back to the beginning. He smirks and it annoys you how cocky he's getting. Things seem to be going well for him until he lands on your start and you roll a six.

Jungkook laughs as Jimin brings his peg back to home.

But there's something you're beginning to notice. Jimin holds his hand over the bubble and when he presses into it he holds it for a second before letting go. Each time he does this he gets a high number and it's almost always a six. You recall him saying the game is based on luck and you figure it is but something tells you to do the same. When you do you're given a six and every time it's time to move you're also given high numbers.

Jungkook places his hands down onto the table so he can lean on it and a small smile graces his lips. Jimin is being given a run for his money because now you're playing his way and you think you might be winning.

The closer your pieces get to the end the more flustered Jimin is starting to look. He tries to hide it behind a wry smile but you and clearly Jungkook can see that he's not happy that you're also close to bringing your pieces to the finish line.

At this point Jimin has three in the end and you three as well. His peg is just a little ways ahead of yours but when it's time to roll you're able to skip through until you land on his peg and send it back home. Jimin's smile is no longer present. He rolls and rolls until he can finally get a six to bring it back to the board but before he can make it halfway your last piece reaches the end and it's been declared by Jungkook that you're the winner.

The young vampire giggles a bit. "You win."

You look up at him then down to Jimin who scoffs before hiding his pettiness behind a wide smile.

"Beginner's luck."

"You can always play another round to see who will win." Jungkook says.

Before you can even process an answer for that Jimin laughs out loud and it startles you.

"I think one game is enough."

Jungkook smiles before standing up straight. "Whatever you say."

You smile to yourself in response to it all. You know for certain that it's all based on luck. There may or may not be a skill to it but you know if you were to play this game you'll do what Jimin did again.

Speaking of Jimin, he hurriedly puts the game pieces away as Jungkook heads towards the doorway.

"Where are you headed?" Jimin asks.

Jungkook stretches with a yawn. "I'm going to take a quick nap."

"Maybe if you didn't sleep so late you wouldn't have to nap."

The younger vampire scoffs. "You're one to talk."

And just like that he leaves you and you're left alone with Jimin.

Once the game is put away Jimin extends his hands towards the couch. You stand up and follow him to sit down on it and watch as he angles his body to face your own.

"We played a game together," he says. "But I still haven't gotten to know you."

You purse your lips. "Does it matter?"

"Of course it does! Your my brother's partner."

You frown at the title he's given you and it doesn't pass him by.

"You know you make it really obvious that you don't like him."

You cross your arms as a way to defend yourself but he sees right through you.

"I'm not calling you out on it to punish you but you are a terrible actress."

You tongue your cheek in annoyance. "Anything else you want to say about it?"

Jimin laughs before resting his elbow on the backrest so he can perch his hand beneath his cheek. "No not really. I just want to get to know you more."

"Why?"

"I just want to know why my brother is so fascinated with you."

A silent pause follows that you don't know how to fill. You can't tell if he means anything negative or positive with his words.

You look at him and his eyes don't leave your form. He's staring directly into your eyes and you watch as his full lips form a smile. It makes you frown.

"What?"

Jimin's smile stretches out until he shows his teeth. "You know," he says. "He has a lot of trust in you."

You scoff. "Could have fooled me."

"No really! If he didn't he would've done to you what he did with that other girl uh..." He snaps his fingers as he thinks on what he's trying to say. "I forgot her name. Sua? No. Um - whatever. She's unimportant."

Your brows furrow. You could care less what the other girl's name is but Jimin's words stick with you.

"What do you mean by that?"

His brows raise. "By what?"

You turn in your seat so you can face him. "You said he would've done to me what he did to the other girl. Do what?"

He looks off to the side with a look that makes it seem like he's thinking. "Oh. Oh yes that." He smiles. "Well Hoseok used to drug the other girl to keep her home. She tried escaping twice and that was the consequence."

Your blood runs cold. Hoseok was drugging her?

Jimin laughs as he seems to realize what's going on in your head. "Don't worry though. You haven't given him reason to want to drug you. At least not yet."

Your eyes slowly drift off to the side.

You've already tried to escape once. Who's to say that after your second attempt he won't try to drug you as well? No, you tell yourself. Your second attempt will be successful. You'll make sure of it.

"You know," Jimin interrupts your train of thought. "She was nice once. The girl. Her and Hoseok used to be in love but when he expressed jealousy towards her little brother it bothered her." He laughs. "Oh Hoseok used to be terrible back then. He was extremely possessive and apparently she couldn't handle it anymore. But when she left it really left Hoseok with a hole in his heart."

Terrible back then, you think. He was just as terrible now. He never changed.

It makes you wonder how the girl managed to escape if he was drugging her. You doubt Jimin would know but you have a question for him.

"What prevented Hoseok from taking her back?"

There's a subtle roll to Jimin's eyes. "Our parents. The girl and her family started to drag Hoseok's name through the mud and our parents had to intervene. The girl's parents threatened to have Hoseok arrested but daddy dearest paid them to keep quiet. That and the girl got a restraining order on Hoseok. If he violates it then he'll be arrested and our father wouldn't tolerate that. So he told him to get over her or he'll punish Hoseok himself."

You purse your lips as your brows furrow.

You weren't expecting to hear all of that but now that you did it leaves you with little hope. You don't have parents to defend you. The only one who would would be Hyun-Woo but his brothers don't want you. You're left alone and you don't even know how to begin getting a restraining order. Hoseok's ex had proof you're sure to incriminate him. You not so much. You were addicted to Hoseok's saliva. That's all you have, but would the police want to hear out someone who was essentially a drug addict? Probably not. It leaves you feeling hopeless. If you were to escape you'd really have to cover your tracks well otherwise you'd be screwed. More so than you already are now.

You nibble your bottom lip as you think on all of this.

Jimin let's out a odd yawn before looking down at his watch. "Huh," he says.

"What?"

He looks up at you with an innocent look. "It's tea time."

You stare at him confused as he goes to stand.

"Would you like some tea?"

"Oh uh." You shrug your shoulders. "Sure I guess."

He gives you a heartwarming smile. "Excellent! I'll be back."

Your eyes follow him as he sees himself out and now you're alone.

Jimin unloaded onto you a lot of information about Hoseok. You don't know what to do with it other than to heed caution. Learn maybe from the other girl's mistakes? But you don't have enough to go on so that you can protect yourself and you learned more about the guys' parents. The fact that their father paid people off to be quiet doesn't surprise you. After what Namjoon had told you about him you feel like nothing can catch you off guard about that man.

You hope you never meet their parents. The day you do is the day you're sure you'll be stuck here forever.

After a few minutes Jimin comes back with a tray with two tea cups and mini tarts. He walks over to you slowly so he doesn't spill anything and locks eyes with you with a smile.

"I should've asked what type of tea you'd like but I just settled with green tea. Is that okay?"

You nod your head. "Yeah. Yeah that's fine."

"Okay." His smile is gentle as he places the tray between you on the couch. "Help yourself to the tarts as well. They were baked for today's dinner but I managed to convince the maid in charge to let me have a few for now." He winks at you.

For some reason the idea of him doing that brings a small smile to your face.

You take a bite of the tart and it makes you hum in content.

"It's good, right?"

You hum again with a nod.

"Don't forget to drink your tea. It's better when it's warm.

Placing the dessert down you pick up your cup of tea. The tea bag is still in it and around the string is a bit of foam. You don't think much of it before you smell it and take a sip. It goes down smooth and you think this is the best green tea you've ever had.

"Did you put sugar in this," you ask.

Jimin nods his head. "Two teaspoons. Why? Is it too sweet or too bitter?"

"No no. It tastes just fine. It's really good actually."

He smiles. "That's good."

You take another sip this time a longer one before you place it down. When you do for some reason your body begins to feel warm and your head light. You frown a little and sit back with a hand to your chest.

"Don't forget to finish your tart." Jimin says but he sounds a bit far away.

You hum in acknowledgement but it comes off a little weird. You open your eyes wide for a second as you try to come to your senses but it doesn't change the fact that your body grows warmer. Leaning back in your seat you angle your head up towards the ceiling and it's them you realize you're being hit with something. Something close to ecstasy but it coats your insides until arousal pools out of you.

A hand touches your face and you moan at the contact. You hear Jimin's giggle as he sits up a bit.

"Wow just two sips and you're already feeling it? You really are something."

A sound akin to a whimper and a moan slips out of you. Your body feels hot and there's an ache between your legs.

Jimin stands up to stand in front of you. He hovers over you a bit with his hand coming to caress your cheek then your neck.

"You know," he says. "Not every vampire's saliva is the same. I'm sure what you feel from Hoseok is different to what you're feeling now."

You try to lean into his hand but he pulls it away.

"Me? There's a reason why my saliva is so sought after in the market. I trigger lust. Pure unadulterated lust." He giggles a bit. "Not a lot of vampires have that. Our cousin Jiyoo does but I hear it's not as potent as mine."

Your hands grip the bottom of your shirt and you tug on it as more arousal pools from between your legs.

"I can smell it on you. You're really feeling it, huh?" He laughs.

"W-Why?" You try to question him. "Why did you d-do this?"

"Why?" His hand caresses your face again and you moan. He softly shushes you before he pulls back. "Why not? I wanted to see what would happen to you. Wanted to see what you have to offer my brother. You know, to see whatever the hell it is that you have that's making him go crazy. Maybe it has something to do with what's in between your legs."

You whimper.

"Oh! But don't worry. I'm not interested in fucking you. I prefer my girls six feet under if you catch my drift." He laughs. "I just wanted to mess around and find out."

A tear escapes you.

You wouldn't say you were warming up to Jimin but you let your guard down. It makes sense now. When you saw the foam in the tea. He must have spat in it before bringing it to you. How could you have been so stupid? So trusting. When will you learn?

You cry out loud as the feelings of ecstasy course through you. Your legs spread apart as you dig the balls of your feet into the ground. You must look and sound obscene as you writhe into the couch. Your nails dig into your thighs. You're trying to fight this overgrown need to touch yourself but the longer you go without the more this uncontrollable pleasure boils within you.

Jimin's head tilts as he watches you. "I guess I can see it. You're just short of showing me your fucked out face and I have to admit that it's pretty enticing. That's not including your smell. You're sweet as is but even more so now."

You arch your back off of the couch while your hands grip your shirt. "Jimin," you cry. "Jimin I can't."

"Can't what, pretty girl?"

You squeeze your eyes shut and another tear escapes from you. "I n-need help. I need you."

His face lights up at this. "You need me? Aw poor baby." He leans over you and pats your cheek. "I could easily give you what you want but I won't. I'll let my brother handle that though, okay? Actually I think that's him now."

After he says this you hear voices. They sound almost far away and it takes a minute before they come closer. Jimin leans back away from you and crosses his arms just as Hoseok and Seokjin walk in.

"Jimin." Seokjin greets him but he comes to a pause. "Y/N?"

"Y/N?!" Hoseok sounds worried as he runs over to you. His hands find your face and you moan at the feel of his touch. "Jimin what did you do?"

The young vampire's hands raise in surrender. "I didn't touch her."

"Jimin," you cry out as you arch your back.

It catches everyone in the room off guard except for the perpetrator.

"Jimin what did you do?" This time it's Seokjin who asks.

"Baby hey. Look at me." Hoseok speaks to you softly. He can smell your arousal but he's trying his best not to jump to conclusions.

Your eyes that had been shut slowly open. Hoseok takes that chance to open your lids wider and sees how your pupils have blown out. He releases you and turns before grabbing Jimin by his collar.

"Why did you give her your saliva?!" His teeth are bared in anger. "Did you spit in her mouth?"

"Um," Seokjin starts. "I don't think he spat in her mouth." He picks up the tea cup you drank from and takes a sniff before frowning.

Hoseok's hands move from Jimin's collar to around his neck. "I should fucking kill you!"

"H-Hoseok," you whimper.

It brings him to a pause as he turns around to look at you.

"Hoseok." You try again.

Your call for him is enough to make him release Jimin and come back to you.

"What is it, baby? Tell me."

His hand goes to push your hair back and the feel of his touch makes you moan.

"I need help." You manage to get out.

You press your legs together in an attempt for some friction where you need it most but it's not enough. It's embarrassing but the need to quench this lust has you far gone. You can barely bring yourself to care that you're writhing and moaning in front of Seokjin and the demon that made you this way.

Without having you to explain further Hoseok scoops you up into his arms and carries you bridal style. He doesn't say a word to his brothers as he carries you out.

"You're an idiot. You know that?"

It's the last words you hear from Seokjin to Jimin before Hoseok hurries down the hall.

His feet are fast and he does his best not to shake you too much as he nearly runs. You whimper in his arms and he shushes you gently.

"It's okay, Y/N. We're almost there."

You don't know where there is until he bursts into his room and slams the door behind him with his foot. He lies you gently on the bed and goes to remove your shoes. You moan at every touch he gives you but it's not enough and you voice that to him.

Hoseok gives you a sorry look and takes your hand in his.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I should have been there for you. Then this wouldn't have happened."

You shake your head no. "Please. I need help."

He shushes you gently. "I know, baby. I know."

"No," you cry. "I need help, Hoseok. Please help me."

He knows what you're asking for.

You don't know why he's hesitating. He takes you every night why can't he do it now?

You cry as you close your eyes. "Please Hoseok."

Your hand that holds his moves down where you help him cup your sex. His fingers flex over you but your pants are in the way.

"It's not enough. Please."

"Okay, baby. Okay."

As if a weight has been lifted off your shoulders you sigh.

Hoseok begins to remove every article of your clothing leaving you bare before him. He's quick to remove his own clothes and climbs on top of you where you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him in. You feel his semi-hard cock brush against your mound and it forces you to buck your hips. You toss and turn beneath him and whimper when you're not given what you want.

"Shh baby it's okay." He kisses your forehead. "I'm here for you. I'll help you get through this."

His fingers find their way between you and you cry out when they brush over your sex. They lightly play with your clit before they come to slip between your lips. Your arousal is everywhere at this point and he only further spreads it over his digits when he slips two in into your entrance. You moan out loud at the feeling and even more so when he spreads his fingers to stretch you out.

"Please go faster," you whine.

You're too wound up and just want him to take you fast. Your body can't tolerate something soft and slow right now.

"Let me stretch you out first," he says but all it does is make you bring your hands up to your face as you begin to cry.

Hoseok looks down at you in pity and he decides then to pump his fingers into you hard and fast.

Your back arches and you let out a loud moan. Your hands leave your face so they can rest on each of his arms and you spread your legs farther apart as he pushes in deeper.

The tips of his fingers graze over and over the roof of your cunt until he finds your sweet spot to which your tears fall freely from your eyes in pleasure.

"There! Right there! Please don't stop!"

Hoseok is relentless but you wouldn't have it any other way right now. His palm rubs harshly against your clit and it feels like your body is on fire. Your fingers come up to pinch your nipples to which Hoseok mumbles a "Fuck" at the sight of you. You're out of your mind right now because of Jimin but he'll have you so long as you want him like this.

He leans down to press his face into your neck where he bites and nibbles. Leaving you marked by him in every way.

You moan in a salacious manner before bringing a hand up to his head where your fingers curl into his hair.

"Hoseok," you cry. "I'm close!"

He pumps his fingers even faster and before you even realize it a splash of your essence leaks out covering Hoseok's hand over and over again.

"Just like that baby," he moans. "Keep going."

Your moan is drawn out as your legs begin to shake. You press a hand against his chest to try and push him away so you can breathe but his fingers stay locked into your sex where they rock gently into you.

Despite cumming you still feel wound up. There's still that ache between your legs and your body is still warm. Your hands grip Hoseok's shoulders and you begin to cry.

"I-I need more." The words leave you as if you were in pain. It felt like you were and you needed him to help you through this.

Hoseok kisses your forehead just as he slips a third finger inside of you. What fills the air besides your cries are the sound of his fingers moving in and out. It's absolutely obscene but neither of you care.

"H-Hoseok please."

"I know, baby. I know." His fingers slip out of you and to replace them is his fully hardened cock.

You mewl as he slips himself in. If there's a burn you don't feel it. Especially not when he pushes in slow until he's flushed against you. You buck your hips into him to try and get him to move. Before you can beg him to he pulls out slow and slams back into you and begins a rough pace. He grits his teeth as he looks over you while your hands grip the sheets.

You moan, whine, and cry with every thrust he gives you. Your eyes water with tears needing to be shed. You've felt bliss from Hoseok's kiss before but this was something else. You can't even begin to wrap your head around what's happening to you. You just know that you're experiencing a type of lust that has you shaking beneath Hoseok. What Jimin gave to you is an all powerful feeling that can only be tamed with something deep inside of you. It's almost scary how much you're not yourself right now but the euphoria from it all is blurring all the lines for you.

"How are you feeling, baby?"

Hoseok's words startle you from the pleasure you feel. You spread your legs further apart so that you can feel him deeper.

"Like I'm going to come again." Your statement leaves you in a rush.

His hand slips between your bodies where his deft fingers find your clit. Your back arches off of the bed as he presses into you and rubs you just the way you like it.

"Come on, baby. You can come for me."

Your eyes screw shut with tears escaping you. You cry, feeling overwhelmed with so much happening to you all at once.

You gasp. "I'm cumming!"

Hoseok grunts and clenches his teeth when you squeeze him tightly with your walls.

Out comes your essence as you squirt on him again leaving both him and the bed beneath you soaked. A loud, long mewl comes from deep within you as your legs wrap around him to keep him close. It forces him to stop bucking into you and he has to forcefully spread your legs apart with his hands to get you to stop so he can continue.

Another drawn out moan leaves you while Hoseok helps you through your orgasm. In between are gasps because Jimin's saliva is still coursing through you and you need it to stop.

Your limbs feel like jelly and you're positioned by Hoseok how he would like you because you can barely move. You feel tired but you also feel the urge to want to come again. Your walls flutter around Hoseok that forces him to moan out loud.

"Fuck," he curses. "Again?"

You nod your head as it's all you can muster up the strength to do.

This time his thumb goes to rub your clit and he's a little rough with it. It makes you cry out loud but for all the right reasons despite the sensitivity.

Soft sounds akin to weeping are released from deep in your chest. "Hoseok. Please I'm close again."

His face is stern as he focuses on bringing you pleasure but you feel the way his hips stutter here and there signifying that he's close too. His thumb doesn't stop rubbing you and when you least expect it you come undone with a loud whine.

Hoseok bares his teeth as you squeeze him hard and before he can even think of stopping his hips jerk forward and he comes inside of you.

He holds your hips to try and keep himself still but he can't stop. He enjoys the way your walls spasm around him and he has to rest his forehead against your shoulder before he can even bite you to quench his frenzy.

Your legs stretch out and land with a flop on the bed. Now that they're not held up by Hoseok you can feel how heavy they are. An occasional moan comes from you from how tired you are. It feels like your body is trying to regulate itself and the lust you felt before is slowly dissipating. Before you come down from it completely Hoseok takes the chance to bite you and it makes you flinch. You're feeling really sensitive from it all but you know he has to feed.

After he has his fill he runs his tongue over the wound before he pulls away from you and easing his softening cock from deep within you. You suck air through your teeth at the feeling.

Hoseok's hand caresses your face gently before cradling your cheek.

"Are you okay? How are you feeling?"

You shut your eyes and sigh. "Sleep. I just want to sleep."

He hums and releases you so he can stand up. Despite you wanting to rest Hoseok scoops you up and you whine.

"Shh," he shushes you softly. "We have to clean up. I'll have someone change the sheets."

And he does. While he bathes you someone comes in to change everything and to remove your discarded clothes that had been strewn all over the floor.

Most of your time in the shower is spent with your eyes closed but stray tears slip out anyway. Hoseok wipes them as he was washes you and takes advantage by kissing your forehead, your cheeks, and your lips.

Whenever you make a sound of disapproval when he washes you between your legs he mumbles his apologies and tries to clean you as gently but as thoroughly as possible.

Once the two of you are clean he sets you on top of the counter where he dotes on you with care. Your eyes are still shut and you sway a little as sleep is trying to consume you. He does your skincare for you and half-asses his own because his main focus is on you.

"Let's go to bed, baby."

His words are like a godsend because you don't think you can sit up anymore while feeling like this.

Hoseok's arms wrap around your waist and hoists you up. Your legs come to loosely hang around his waist while your arms wrap around his neck. He supports you as best as he can and carries you back into the bedroom where fresh clean sheets await you.

He doesn't bother to dress you up and tucks you in. Your head rests comfortably on your pillow as Hoseok begins to scratch your scalp. He doesn't say a word and you prefer it this way. You don't want anymore distractions. All you want is sleep and you are rewarded with that a few minutes after.

Hoseok can hear the way your breathing deepens and your heart beat grows steady. He stops scratching your head and just watches you. You're fast asleep now and his worry over you has diminished a bit. Now though he's filled with something else. A calm rage as he stands up in search of his robe that he slips on and ties up. His feet are covered by slippers and with one last look your way he he exits the room and closes the door gently.

His legs take him where his nose leads him. He breathes in the scents of his brothers that he knows are together. It's the playroom and when he rounds the corner he takes note that almost all of them are here but he's only looking for one of them and once he sets his eyes on him he pounces.

"Oh Hoseok," Jungkook starts.

He clearly wanted to say something else to him but he's interrupted when Hoseok grabs Jimin by the collar and punches him across the face.

Jimin, unsuspecting, takes the hit and his head snaps to the side. There's an audible gasp from around the room and immediately Taehyung and Jungkook grab him.

Hoseok manages to get another punch in but the younger vampires manage to loosen his hold on Jimin's shirt and separates the two of them.

"What are you doing?" Yoongi nearly yells.

Hoseok's teeth are bared as he pushes forward and it's taking all of Jungkook's and Taehyung's strength to keep him in place.

Jimin snaps his head towards Hoseok and he clearly looks irritated but he masks it with a look of amusement. It just manages to piss Hoseok off even more and the vampire lunges again towards his brother despite the other two youngests holding him back.

"Hoseok!" Yoongi yells.

Seokjin places a hand over his shoulder and shakes his head. Yoongi looks at him confused just as Hoseok stops attempting to jump at Jimin. He's seething. His chest rises and falls deeply as he tries to regain his breath. When Taehyung and Jungkook think it's okay they slowly let him go.

Hoseok points a finger at Jimin and grits his teeth.

"You stay the fuck away from her."

No one besides Hoseok, Seokjin, and Jimin truly know what's going on. It leaves the others confused and on edge.

Jimin scoffs before playing it off with a sound of merriment. "Tell me you didn't just finish fucking her."

Hoseok steps forward to which Taehyung and Jungkook go to hold him back.

"Tell me you two didn't enjoy yourselves." Jimin laughs. "You should be thanking me."

"I should kick your ass." Hoseok growls.

"Enough." Seokjin bellows.

No one says a word

"Jimin," he calls out. "You fucked up. Admit it." Seokjin's eyes move over to Hoseok. "And you. You have every right to be upset but don't let him get to you."

Hoseok's nostrils flare as Jimin rolls his eyes. The others are almost too afraid to ask why Hoseok attacked their other brother but the atmosphere is too tense. They each agree to themselves that they'll ask questions later. Seokjin will be willing to spill they're sure.

After a moment of silence there is shuffling behind them. It's the sound of Namjoon's feet as he walks in. He can sense that something is wrong but he doesn't know what.

Seokjin acknowledges him with a small and strained smile.

Namjoon raises his brow in question but before he can ask what's wrong Hoseok turns around and walks past him. His shoulder collides with his brother's and it catches Namjoon off guard.

"Did I do something," he asks.

Everyone excluding Jimin reassures him that it's not him and the last thing Hoseok hears as he steps out is Seokjin beginning to explain what started this tense atmosphere.

He feels a lot calmer now that he hit Jimin. He wished he could get a few more in but he'll take what he can get. His main concern now is to be back with you.

He figures he'll have to call for dinner to be brought up when it's time. He doesn't want you straining yourself nor to have you in the same room with Jimin. At least not yet. You deserve to rest and he realizes so does he. He feels tired after everything the two of you did. He knows how powerful Jimin's saliva can be. All of their saliva are powerful but Jimin's is the only one that triggers lust. He knows how it can affect the one ingesting it but he didn't expect how much it would take from you and him. He just wants to lay by your side now and spend the rest of the day and night with you.

He regrets leaving you alone. Namjoon eventually joined him and Seokjin when the shit hit the fan earlier and he realized you were going to be alone. He told you he wouldn't take long but no one expected the issue at hand to be greater than what they originally thought it would be. Someone was siphoning their money and using the saliva for their own personal gain. Hoseok and Seokjin alone were finding the leak and dealing with it while Taehyung and Yoongi dealt with the person personally. Only Namjoon knew where the guy lived and so he had tagged along with Taehyung and Yoongi. It was a mess but they fixed it and he paid the consequence of leaving you alone.

He's glad things were righted but at what cost? What would have happened to you if you were left alone with Jimin even longer? He doesn't believe his brother would have done something more to you but you would have suffered the unquenchable lust on your own.

When he reaches his bedroom door he sighs.

The day is dragging on and he feels like he barely has enough energy to deal with it. He'll deal with Jimin later. Right now you were his main concern. He doesn't know how you're going to wake up but he'll be there for you. He'll always be there for you. Even when you don't want him to be.

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