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yongbokology · 1 year

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idk if you’re taking any requests or not but if you are could you write jungkook x thick poc 🫶🏽✨

ofc lovely, idk if you meant thick in terms of like reader having a fat ass or a chubby bodied reader or both but for now let’s go with the latter

piercer!jungkook x chubby bodied! poc reader

warnings; possible grammatical errors but f it we ball. smut. ginger yoongi cameo

poc coded for my poc girls

“fuck i’m so nervous..” you mutter to yourself, knee bouncing as you wait for your piercer to get their equipment ready.

you had just finished signing what needed to be signed and now you were waiting your turn but as the seconds went by you were thinking about booking it the hell on out of there.

“relax girl, you’ll be fine. i’ve been getting pierced here for years. they’re going to treat you right, i promise.” ninging’s reassuring you with her dainty, manicured hands, clasped over yours.

you weren’t scared about a needle going through your nipples but you were starting to become a tad self conscious about if it’d look good or not. you heard that this piercing in particular was a confidence booster and it made you want to get them even more.

before you could relay the message to your best friend, a ginger haired male appears from behind the black curtain that sectioned off the next room. with a nod towards said curtain, he gestures you over to follow him and with baited breath.. you do.

your throat feels dry and give one last look to ningning who’s giving you a thumbs up with a big grin stretched across her lips.

you let out a breath and pull the curtains back, entering the next room. your eyes are instantly met with a black chair you’d see in a dentist office and a whole set up that looks expensive as fuck.

pictures of people with various body modifications, tattoos and piercings litter the walls. your eyes travel across the room, taking everything in until they land on a pair of soft brown ones and it’s then, you finally see him.

he’s standing at one of the four corners of the room, cladding his hands in black latex gloves. his dark hair frames his face beautifully, falling a little bit above his broad shoulders. a lip ring hangs onto the bottom of his lip, a silver bar to match on his brow. the rolled up sleeves to his shirt gives you a view of arms, one littered with beautiful ink.

his lips curl into a smile as he immediately notes you ogling at him. the feelings mutual though as he takes in your figure. your outfit complimenting every part of you. there’s something about your presence that’s drawing him in and it’s not just your body.

“alright, i’m gonna go on break.” the gingered male announces, turning on his heels to exit the room.

now it’s just you and who you assume to be your piercer.

“you can have a seat in that chair over there,” his voice is sweet. it doesn’t match his looks at all but hey, you’re not complaining.

“I’m jungkook by the way.”

“..y/n”

you bite your inner cheek as you make your way over to the chair, holding your purse close to your stomach, waiting for further instructions. As you sit in the chair it’s dawning on you that this hot ass fucking piercer, looking fresh out of the front page of vogue, is going to see your tits.

The thought makes your chest feel heavy, you chew on your bottom lip in an attempt to control your mind from wandering elsewhere.

With all the shuffling behind you, you presume that he’s getting his equipment ready. You're lost in your thoughts, constantly turning on your phone to check the time and for notifications even though you knew there weren’t any. Your head snaps up at the sound of his voice, slightly startled due to the fact that it’s been a while since he spoke.

He’s standing next to you now. Matter of fact, towering over you, a soft expression etched onto his face.

“You know, if you’re uncomfortable with me doing it. Our female piercer is like coming in thirty-”

“No! I’m fine honestly,” you reassure the man but he’s not so convinced.. So you hesitantly press further. “I’m not worried about that.. It’s just that i’m kind of having doubts about getting them.”

In all of jungkook’s seven years as a piercer, he’s heard it all. He was familiar with the nervous looks and anxious ticks. He’s heard all in the questions and concerns in the book. So with that being said.

“You know,” he starts, resting his tattooed arm on the chair while leaning down towards you, that fucking grin forming on his lips again. At this point he’s close enough to the point where you can smell the faint scent of thc that’s over powered by the minty gum that he’s currently chewing.

Your heart is in your throat as your eyes are basically bulging out your head. You usually weren’t one for people being in your personal space but this was okay.. More than okay.

God, you felt like such a perv for wanting him to come in closer.

“I’ve heard that i’m pretty convincing. Why are you doubting the piercing?”

You swallow thickly, blinking rapidly as you try to find your voice. “I’m kind of worried they won’t look good on me.” your voice is small.

Jungkook is slightly taken aback, a hint of confusion spreads across his features before he drops it and flashes you a warm smile. “If that’s the case, you have nothing to worry about.. But if you want a second opinion, lift up your shirt for me.”

Your insides are internally screaming at the last part. Even though you were aware he was just doing his job, the tone of his voice was taking effect on you. So much so that jungkook notices the way your thighs subconsciously push together. Oh, he likes this.

It takes you a few seconds to actually grab onto the ends of your shirt, lifting it up over your breasts.

Jungkook runs his tongue across his pierced lip, eyes glued to your chest and for a while he doesn’t say anything and you begin to feel more self conscious than before. As you begin to pull down your shirt, he grabs your wrist with his free hand, he’s looking at you with an intense stare that makes your heart leap out of your chest.

“As a piercer, you have nothing to worry about,”

You find your lips moving faster than your mind is able to comprehend.

“Personal opinion?”

Jungkook’s gaze drops down to your chest before flickering back to your face.

“I’ll show you, if you let me,” he’s dropping down to his knees, face leveled between your thighs, tilting his head while he’s looking up at you. “Please?”

You immediately find yourself nodding. You feel your core heat beneath your shorts. You’re slightly startled when he pushes the lever down, bringing your chair down so that he’s face to face with your tits.

He’s staring up at you as he’s leaning in, looking for any signs of uncomfort. He’s so close now. His breath fans onto your sensitive bud, closing his eyes as he takes it into his mouth. It warm. So warm.

Your lip is pulled between your teeth as you watch him. His tongue swipes over your nipple and it’s then that you feel something small poke against it and it dawns on you that he has a tongue piercing. The realization makes your cunt flutter, you try clenching your thighs again but is obstructed jungkook whose body you forgot was in between them.

His hands find their way to your plush thighs, smoothing his palms over them as his eyes flicker open.

You can’t control the obscenity that’s flying out your mouth. “F-fuck.” you whimper which makes jungkook’s dick twitch in his pants.

He removes his lips from your now wet nipple, kissing the top of your knee. “You have to be quiet for me, pretty girl ‘kay?”

You look up towards the fluorescent light and silently nod, cheeks heating in the process at the nickname he threw in there.

He’s smiling before going back in but this time giving your other nipple some attention. His ministrations are ten fold this time. His tongue swirls against your nipple while sliding one of his hands onto your clothed cunt. His hand slides under your pussy, rubbing his nimble fingers against it. You’re responsive with a soft gasp leaving you. This makes jungkook smile and he switches from working his tongue on you to full on sucking your tit.

You look down to see jungkook and god does submissive look so good on him. He’s got an innocent look going as if he’s not making out with your tit and totally not trying to finger fuck you in the process.

The sight makes you moan softly, your back arches off the chair and this makes jungkook’s fingers move faster. He somehow finds your clit through your shorts and rubs it, applying pressure.

Your moans are music to his ears, he’s half hard but could probably cum off this alone. Pleasure looks absolutely gorgeous on you and he’d do anything to see you like this again.. Maybe even forever.

He’s lost in you until your breathing is heavy and you’re looking down on him again. “J-jungkook,”

He’s humming against your nipple “hm?”

“I’m gonna cum.” you’re whining at this point, face twisted and ridden with euphoria.

In one swift move that leaves you utterly speechless because he’s practically handling you with ease, he unlatches himself from your nipple and tears down your panties and your shorts down to your knees. He wraps his arms around your deliciously thick thighs, pulling you down towards the end of the chair, leaving your pussy exposed to him.

He takes a moment to admire how wet you are for him, practically drooling at how pretty your pussy is. He wastes no more time and attaches his lips to your clit, sucking on it harshly. His tongue delves down your slit then back up to your clit, flicking it with the ball of his tongue piercing.

your hands fly to his hair, tugging on it which makes jungkook moan into your pussy. the vibrations adding onto the immense pleasure you were already feeling.

your eyes roll to the back of your head, lost in the midst of it all as he goes from licking at your clit to full on fucking you with his tongue. your mouth is ajar at the feeling and soon enough you’re creaming around his tongue, a broken cry falling from your pretty lips.

jungkook laps it all up like a man starved. you shudder at the feeling of being overstimulated but you taste so good he basks in it, hoping that you have more for him. when he realizes that you don’t he taps your thigh to get you to look at him.

it takes all the strength you have left and crane your neck down towards him, slowly opening your eyes. jungkook smiles at the fact how utterly fucked out you are but still manage to look so pretty.

“piercing free of charge if you can squirt for me.”

please this was supposed to be like a small drabble

#jungkook x reader #bts #hoseok x reader #namjoon x reader #yoongi x reader #jimin smut #namjoon smut #taehyung smut #taehyung x reader #yoongi smut #jungkook smut #bts x reader #jungkook x black reader #jungkook x poc reader

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missbangtangirl · 1 year

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Dayummmm 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 D-Day out now

#augst d #suga #bts suga #min yoongi x black reader #min yoogni #bts grammy #bts headcanons #bts ambw #bts gif #bts x poc #bts scenarios #bts smut #jung hosek #jimin park #kim namjoon #kim taehyung #kim seokjin #jeon jungkook

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jeonbunnie · 1 year

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leave me lonely

pairing: reader x park jimin

anon requested: “hi there how about a angst and smut fic based on leave me lonely by ariana 🖤”

summary: you decide to end things with your fwb

genre: angst; smut; fwb; 18+; pwp

soundtrack: leave me lonely— ariana grande ft. macy gray

content/warnings: fuckboy!jimin; swearing; POV shift; soft!dom jimin, dirty talk, unprotected sex

a/n: anon you ne we specified which member so I decided to write it for jimin, I hope that’s okay! not beta’d btw

word count: 1.2k

♪ You’re a dangerous love. Maybe you’re no good for me darling ♪

“I hate it when you leave,” you said, clutching the bedsheets to your naked chest.

Jimin glanced at you over his shoulder with a sultry smile. “But you love to watch me go, right?”

You couldn’t argue with that, stealing another glance at ink his on his naked body as he pulled on a pair of pants. This thing between you had been going on for a couple of months now, and you’d never tired of the sight of him. However, that wasn’t what you meant.

I hate it when you leave.

A chill ran down your spine when you thought of your last words. You startled yourself with the truth, but it was the truth. As your afterglow faded and you returned from your high, a clarity struck you like no other.

You needed to break things off with Jimin.

As you watched your lover dress, the words came tumbling out: “I think we should end this.”

It’s more instinct than forethought. Your timing couldn’t have been worse. Hell, you were still naked in bed. Shouldn’t you have been more composed at the end of your relationship?

Could you call it a relationship? When the only time you spent together was in hotel rooms having mind-blowing sex?

Jimin laughed at your words as if you were telling him a joke, “And here I was under the impression that tonight’s affair was already over? Or is this your coy way of asking for another round?”

As much as you hated to admit it, the question made you falter.

You spent all afternoon letting him tease you and take you apart. Ever the perfectionist, Jimin was never pleased until he had you dripping wet. Only after making you come twice did he finally take you, sinking into you with a sweet sigh as he arched your back and pressed you into the mattress.

Jimin always knew how to give it to you just right. Delicious slow strokes that made you pant had you fisting the sheets as he took you from behind. You could never get enough of how good it felt to have him inside you—the thick stretch of him as he pushed you past your limits. Every inch of Park Jimin was satisfying. He was so good; every roll of his hips had you losing your mind.

And that’s why it was so hard to let him go.

“I have to stop having sex with you.”

“You want to stop?” Jimin’s full lips lifted into a smirk. “That’s not what you were telling me earlier.”

You feel yourself flush at the memory of you begging Jimin to keep fucking you until you couldn’t even think straight.

“Don’t stop. Please, please, Jimin, I need it.”

“I know, baby. You’re gonna cum aren’t you?”

“Go on, give it to me,” he cooed, his honeyed voice almost cloying with his tone so sweet, even as he pounded into you.

It’s embarrassing, how desperate he made you. Even now, you could hit the thought of you together.

“I’m serious,” you said. Though really, you were still trying to find the strength in your conviction. “I can’t keep doing this.”

Jimin threw on a white T-shirt, eyeing you with a cocked eyebrow. “Doing what?”

“Watching you walk away.”

Your arrangement was based on convenience: Mutual satisfaction with no feelings involved. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t yours. Park Jimin wasn’t your type anyways.

Ever the charmer and the showman, you were convinced you’d never fall under his spell. No, the men you ended up loving were strong, silent types. With them, you never knew when your heart would fall. Playing that game was risky, and you almost always lost.

So you picked someone you believed you could never fall for. Being with Jimin felt safer. It was more comfortable stealing kisses in the night with the known heartbreaker knowing nothing more would come of it besides straight pleasure.

Jimin softened your words. He came to you, sitting at the edge of the bed as he cupped your face in his palm. “If you want me to stay, all you have to do is ask.” His thumb brushed across your cheek, Jimin’s touch just as tender as his words, and that same tenderness made you want to run away.

Jimin could be rough in bed, relentless even, often claiming you with a brutal pace that had you gasping and trembling under him. He could be lewd with his tongue, purring into your neck about how you were such a good little slut, his filthy praise pushing you over the edge as his thick cock hit your g-spot. But afterward, he would always take care of you. Wrap you in his arms and pull into his warmth.

Sex with Jimin was always wild, but the aftercare was soft caresses and sweet kisses as you drifted to sleep.

It felt a lot like love.

You weren’t in love with Jimin. What you shared was pure, unfiltered lust. You knew that much. But in moments like these, you knew that you could love him.

And for a minute there, when his warm body left your side, you felt the need to have him near. You knew that you would want him to stay one day, to keep him for yourself.

But Jimin wasn’t a love to be tamed—he was dangerous.

Playing with Jimin was like playing with an open flame. How long could you hold your hand over the fire before you got burned? Or worse? If you kept this up, you were sure the flame of his love would consume you, burn you inside out till all that was left of your heart was ashes.

“And if I ask you to leave and never come back. . .Could you do that?”

Jimin blinked, surprised. And for a second, it almost looked like your request hurt him. But then his expression shifted into the laissez-faire smile you knew all too well.

He dropped his hand from your cheek. “So it’s over? Just like that?”

“I don’t think we’re very good for each other.”

“I thought that was the point?”

The opposition to your attraction was supposed to give you free rein: no ties, no binds, no real relationship. And no expectations—least of all, the expectation of staying.

“This is good, “said Jimin, reaching out to take your hand. “We’re good. You’re good for me.”

“Well, maybe you’re not good for me, Jimin. Have you ever thought of that?” you snapped.

Jimin slipped his hand from yours, and you winced at the ache the lack of contact left behind. “Sorry. . .” You said, voice breaking.

“One way or another, this was always going to end for good, right?” You’d instead end it now, before this feeling, this need for him could get any worse. You’d rather be lonely than risk the pain of love.

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes.”It was the best decision, even if you couldn’t look him in the eye as you made it. Still, you could see his jaw clench as he steeled himself against your words.

“Fine, then,” said Jimin, running his fingers through his long brown locks. “I’ll leave and never come back.”

He doesn’t need much to cross the room and finish dressing. But the silence of his movements took up all the space in the room, making minutes feel like hours.

“Just remember you asked for this, (Y/n).”

You can’t help but look up when you hear the door click open, searching for something in the look he casts behind. Something more than a goodbye.

But there’s nothing there. All you see is the broken look in Jimin's eyes and the door closing behind him.

“You—not me.”

#bangtanbathhouse #btshoneyhive #btswritingcafe #jimin smut #jimin x reader #jimin angst #jimin fic #bts fic #bts scenario #bts drabble #poc reader #my fics.🍪#req fill.📦#Bts

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hobicakess · 2 years

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Mafia Wives Of Seoul

SUMMARY: Being the wives of Seoul biggest criminals isn’t easy. It comes with multiple hardships and obstacles. Be ready to get a closer look inside the lives of Bangtan boys 7 lovers

RATING: 18+

PAIRINGS: Kim Namjoon x OC Kim Seokjin x OC Min Yoongi x OC Jung Hoseok x OC Park Jimin x OC Kim Taehyung x OC Jeon JungKook x OC

TAGS: Yandere!bts, Mafia!bts, heavy angst,extremely toxic relationships, smut, violence, drugs, violence, misogyny, fluff, aave (African-American vernacular)more to be added

⚠️ THERE ARE SPOILERS IN THE ASKS AND CONFESSIONS

A/N: I’ve had this lil series in my head for a while but seriously DO NOT ROMANTICIZE!! but also enjoy.

╰┄─➤ Talk To The Wives And Husbands.

╰┄─➤ Meet The Wives.

╰┄─➤ How They Met

╰┄─➤Ariel Catches Jin Cheating

╰┄─➤ Tina and Namjoon

╰┄─➤ Jasmine and Seokjin

╰┄─➤ Diamond and Yoongi

╰┄─➤ Quinn and Hoseok

╰┄─➤ Jimin and Athena

╰┄─➤ Tiana and Taehyung

╰┄─➤ Ariel and Jungkook

╰┄─➤ Ariel’s wedding

╰┄─➤ Fight Night

╰┄─➤ You’re not that girl

#Mafia!bts #yandere!bts #kim namjoon x reader #kim seokjin x reader #min yoongi x reader #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #jiminbts #park jimin x reader #bts x black reader #bts x black girl #bts x poc #hobi x reader

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anonnie-in-wonderland · 2 years

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Call Me Crazy

Rating: T

Word Count: 6.7k

Warning(s): briefly implied racism, Y/N experiences paranoid thoughts, panic attacks, head injury

Summary: When Y/N gets her hands on the newest Samsung phone, she thinks at most she’ll get a little clout with her friends and fewer dropped calls. A direct portal to BTS? Not so much.

Tags: bts x reader | ot7 x reader | poly| FM!POC!reader

Ch.1 Ch.2: Star-Crushed

A/N: Hello, hello! Crashing in from life as a college student (why do I keep doing this omg) to provide another update! 😌 Feels like the true upturning of poor Y/N’s orderly life starts here. I also feel like OT7 fics haven’t been updated as much lately so this is my humble contribution. 🙇🏽‍♀️ I had so much fun with this chapter! So please feel free to tell me what you think? 🥺

Some habits were hard to shake. So despite having the day off, she woke up at seven sharp. Rolling over to squint across the room and find Binna still sleeping, she proceeded to shuffle out of bed.

Thoughts of how to spend her day floated vaguely through her head as she shut the bathroom door behind her.

People would be surprised, she imagined, to find that she didn’t plan every minute of every day—she just planned the productive hours of most days.

In high school, Y/N had been voted most likely to become a CEO before age thirty, and there were far worse superlatives to be associated with.

Maybe there was even some truth to that one, but it was coincidental. She was now studying business with every intention of climbing the corporate ladder to the very top.

There had never been a doubt about how she would go about achieving her goals, either. Y/N was focused, level-headed and disciplined—according to teachers past and present.

But a small feeling of dissatisfaction she just couldn’t quash kept surfacing as of late. Somewhere along the line friends; family, maybe even classmates, professors and acquaintances, had come to think of her as predictable.

No, they didn’t phrase it in that way exactly, but it couldn’t be much more obvious. Spontaneity was not her strong suit, admittedly. But somehow the fact that people thought she was chained to routine and sameness made her feel…pathetic.

It was no matter, though. Y/N endeavored to do what she always did to stave off self-pity. It had worked for years and it was unlikely to fail her now. She would seize the day, and fall into productivity. Of the relaxing sort, of course.

In record time, she had showered, groomed and dressed. Since it was her day off, she likely could have made do walking around in sweats and a t-shirt (not that she owned many casual articles of clothing), but dressing to impress at all times was a mantra she had lived by since starting university.

Y/N put on a pressed blouse with a warm, woolen cardigan and starched slacks. Her slip on flats were casual enough to make up for it, plus comfortable.

As she stood and adjusted the collar of her shirt so that it overlaid perfectly on her cardigan, Binna lifted her head, hair messy and voice a groggy whisper. “Thought you were off?”

“I am.” Y/N began to search for her bag, passing her new phone and plucking it from the charger.

“Dressed like that?” A prickle of hesitation jabbed its way in as she paused to stare down at herself.

“Why not?” She asked, the tiniest bit of insecurity seeping into her tone.

“That’s our Y/Nie.” Binna smiled sleepily, her lips shiny from the bit of drool on her mouth. “Always prepared.” Then she threw her head back into her pillow, and light snores promptly followed.

Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle. Binna would be in for a rude awakening when her alarm clock went off in fifteen minutes. But, she supposed for the time being the poor girl could enjoy that extra fifteen minutes of blissed out sleep. She seemed to need it.

Y/N was quiet as she exited their bedroom, feet silent in the carpeted hall on her way into their utility kitchen. Figuring Binna wouldn’t want much when she got up, just some toast and cereal, she decided it was okay to focus on fixing her usual: an egg white omelette with two shakes of pepper, some low-fat vanilla yogurt and granola, and a black coffee with extra creamer. While she brought out the pan and got the stove ready, Y/N flitted back and forth between her breakfast items and the coffee machine. Binna had brought it with her when she’d moved in, but Y/N probably got more use out of it than its owner.

The eggs sizzled in the pan as she cracked the shells and separated them from their yolks, the coffee machine’s gentle hum the perfect background noise. It wasn’t too loud or too jarring, which gave her time to think. Normally, about class work or her internship, but this was a day off Y/N reminded herself. So maybe something like yoga at the park instead? Hmm…but she wasn’t really dressed for that.

The coffee machine chimed twice, signifying her fresh brewed bliss was ready, and Y/N wasted no time pouring herself a steaming cup. The creamer was added in short order, and while it cooled enough to be drinkable, she finished neatly folding her omelet and stirring granola into her yogurt.

Sitting down with her foodstuffs, she began digging in, the sound of the spoon touching the bottom of the plastic cup, or the fork clinking against the plate as she ate her omelet piece by piece the only noises in the apartment. Some might find a silent breakfast lonely , but Y/N appreciated the way in which being alone with her thoughts allowed her to process things.

After she had lost her parents, people always saw her as quiet and a little intense, oddly put together for a recently orphaned child. Her aunt and uncle had been at a loss at first, seemingly trying to piece together how to approach talking to her. It had taken some rocky attempts, awkward small talk that petered into stuffy silences, but they had eventually all learned how to coexist.

Actually, maybe she should call them. It had been a while, hadn’t it? She reached for her phone, shiny and new, sitting on the table. It displayed the time as she dragged it closer with one finger, having to momentarily pause eating to flip it open.

Nice compact design, smooth interface, and lots of unexplored features. Y/N had to reluctantly admit…she was impressed. She still had to transfer all her contacts into it though. If she were like most college students her age, she would be pulling her hair out, her contacts lost in a tragic spill. Being ‘old-fashioned’ had its benefits, she thought a bit smugly. Later on today she could put all the contacts she had copied down into the notepad where she kept numbers into her phone.

Y/N began thinking about what else people normally did upon purchasing a new cell. Spam text everyone apologetically about how their phone number had changed? Maybe later.

The conversation in the car on their way back from the phone store came to mind. “Since you’ve finally joined everybody in the twenty-first century, you should download some apps!” Binna had suggested. “They come in really handy.”

Apps, huh? Well, Y/N had never been much for them, aside from keeping an eye on the world of app development—the creator of the next Twitter might be out there, a business partner waiting to be snatched up—but using them herself would be a first.

“I’ve got the time,” she reasoned. “I’ll just see what all the fuss is about.”

Five minutes tops. That’s all the time she would devote to scrolling the app store.

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There was a crick in her neck and her back ached. She was also pretty sure Binna may have been through with her shower, considering she could faintly hear the blow dryer going from down the hall.

Wow. She’d really spent nearly thirty-five minutes looking at apps. But, in her defense, no one told her about the sheer number of them! If Y/N had known there was a pocket schedule and planner app, she may have gotten on board sooner.

Downloading that one and several more she saw that might be helpful, Y/N wiggled. She was already excited to begin using them, reading the reviews as she tidied the kitchen until the only trace of her breakfast was the pan she had used scraped and in the sink, ready to be washed later.

Satisfied, she called out a goodbye to Binna, who came bursting from the bedroom, fully dressed and fixing her hair into buns. “Heading out?” She asked, slinging her messenger bag higher on her shoulder. “Let’s walk together.”

“You don’t even know if I’m headed the same way.” Y/N snickered, “And don’t you want breakfast? You know you’re no good at thinking on an empty stomach, and you’ve got that presentation right before lunch.”

“Y/N!” Binna pouted, “Omo, such a mother hen. I’ll be fine. I can get a breakfast bagel at the cafe.”

“The line’s really long this time of day,” Y/N pointed out.

“It’ll be fine!” Binna repeated, throwing her hands up, “I still want to walk with you.”

“Okaaay,” Y/N opened the door and stepped aside, waiting expectantly. “Lead the way.”

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The smell of egg and cheese wafted enticingly through the air, Y/N glancing over to find her friend happily munching her breakfast sandwich, perfectly in step with her.

It was a gorgeous, mild fall day out. Leaves were getting that nice autumnal tone, and despite the swift changing of seasons, the school’s lawn was as bright green as ever—thanks to the help of artificial means of course.

Y/N was surprised that the little spot on campus that only stayed open until noon and served Western breakfast foods didn’t have a longer line.

There were more than thirty thousand students attending Korea University, and it felt like over half of them were scurrying everywhere at all times of the day and night.

Binna looked up in time to see her staring, chewing and swallowing the bite in her mouth, then offering the rest to her. “Want some?” she offered.

“I’ve already eaten breakfast,” Y/N smiled gently, lightly pushing Binna’s arm down to keep the avocado sauce on the breakfast sandwich from spilling onto her cardigan. “Thanks though.”

“But Y/N,” Binna whined, taking another big bite, “You always have such a small breakfast. It’s the most important meal of the day for a reason!” Spoken like a pre-med student, Y/N mused.

She could just see Binna’s future office, set up to be child-friendly with charts about nutrition depicting smiling vegetables and fruits on the walls.

“Yes, yes eomma, I know.”

Taking another bite of her food, Binna huffed, “Fine. But just eat a decent meal later, okay? You’re off today so there’s no reason for you to be skipping lunch.”

“Now who’s the mother hen?” Y/N tutted, pulling out her phone and putting in a reminder for a twenty minute lunch break. “There. I did it. Happy?”

She was met with silence, which was always unusual for Binna. Worriedly, she turned to her friend, only to find a very sly smile on her lips (and a bit of egg and avocado sauce in the corner of her mouth). “What’s that look for?”

Binna tittered, shrugging as if to say ‘oh nothing, nothing…! Except…’

“…You like it, don’t you?”

“Huh?”

“You like your new phone.” She clarified. “You were fiddling with it last night when I went to bed, and you were never attached to your old one like that.” Binna finished off her sandwich, eyes narrowed disbelievingly. “Last week you told me playing with my phone before bed would cause me to wake up unrested.”

“Well it will.” Y/N maintained matter-of-factly, “It disrupts your brain’s ability to find its proper circadian rhythm. Studies prove that.”

“Right, sure,” Binna scoffed, “And suddenly you’re willing to risk it because…what, you discovered technology can actually be fun and not just for convenience?”

“Bin, please. It’s just a phone.” To prove her point, Y/N promptly closed the device and stuck it in her pocket.

“It’s not just any phone,” Binna exclaimed, crumpling her sandwich wrapper up and throwing it away as they passed a trash can. She made the shot from about ten feet away, and two boys that had been sitting nearby on the grass saw it and cheered dramatically like their favorite team had scored a goal.

Binna played along, posing cutely and giving a thumbs up. Y/N rolled her eyes. Sports fanatics. “Like I was saying,” Bin continued, smoothing her beige sweater vest into place. “Y/N you got the Galaxy Z Flip 4: Army Edition.” She whispered conspiratorially, glancing around as if someone might overhear. “I didn’t even know that phone actually existed until yesterday.”

Ah yes, yesterday. Where Y/N’s simple quest for a new phone had taken an unexpected turn.

Suk-kyu slunk from the store’s stockroom, while Y/N waited patiently with her friends in the lobby. He was clutching a box to his chest as if was some precious national treasure. Bemused, Y/N watched him set it down on the table with reverence and lift the lid. “I know you chose another color, but you seem like a very discerning customer. So I wanted to offer you this instead.”

The lid came up fully and Binna squealed, hopping in place, “Oh! My! Goodness!”

Y/N turned to Chin-Mae for clarity, since Binna was currently occupied gushing over the phone, but he shrugged, as clueless as she was. “This can’t be what I think it is!”

“A Galaxy Z 4?” Chin-Mae drawled.

“No, no, no!” Binna waved him off, “I mean well, yes. But look at the colors; that’s the Army Edition! I thought it was just a rumor.” The phone was a sleek chrome gray on one side and white on the other, but otherwise appeared identical to the other Galaxy Z’s Suk-kyu had shown them.

“It is, as far as everyone else knows.” Suk-kyu winked. “There are seven colors available, our BTS editions. The Army edition is the rumored eighth color, very exclusively available right now. Won’t be on the market for a while. So what do you say? Would you like this one?”

“Say yes, Y/N!” Binna shook her arm. “Say yes. Oh gosh, now I wish I needed a new phone—I’m so jealous!”

“I…” Y/N tried to concentrate as she continued to get shaken and her teeth clicked. “I don’t really think I get it. I mean it’s a rare color, right? Why not save that for a true fan who’d appreciate it more?”

Suk-kyu only smiled, a twinkle in his eyes. “I think the person who’d appreciate this phone the most is already standing in front of me.”

And so, somewhat reluctantly, Y/N had taken the phone. The ultra-rare Army Edition that Binna told her fans would kill for. “I don’t know why I even let that kooky salesman talk me into buying it. If it’s as big a commodity as you say it is, I could get robbed for having it.”

It wasn’t unheard of. Being a business major, Y/N had heard many times about what happened when hot items were in short supply and high demand.

People did desperate things to own rarities. She remembered a case that happened not far from her when she lived in America, someone being attacked and stabbed over a pair of limited edition shoes.

“No way,” Binna said, though there was a touch of concern in her eyes. “You’ll probably get lots of compliments—oh!”

“Binna!” They spotted a group of three girls waving at her friend, other pre-med students that Binna liked to study with. “Yo, you ready for that presentation?”

“Totally!” She fist pumped. “I’m fueled up and ready to go.”

“Oh, hello Y/N-ssi,” Binna’s unnie greeted politely. Choi Ji-Hye was like the calm, reliable upperclassmen in a drama, so Y/N totally understood why Binna looked up to her so much.

Ji-Hye was also rumored to be from a very affluent family. Not that it was surprising. Plenty of students attending one of the country’s top schools came from wealth.

But Ji-Hye had the looks, background and demeanor that one would associate with the traditional heiress.

Today, she was wearing a maroon sweater vest— something that her friend looked ready to swoon over when she noticed—and pressed short sleeved blouse paired with slacks similar to Y/N’s own.

Her auburn red hair was pin straight as usual, her bangs cut at a very precise length that didn’t hide her lovely arched eyebrows. When she smiled a little, everyone saw the deep dimple in her right cheek.

“Good morning, sunbaenim.” Y/N returned.

“You could call me unnie, too, if you wanted.” Ji-Hye said, and some of the stiffness in the air dropped. While Ji-Hye was always friendly towards her, she got the sense that Binna’s other pre-med friends didn’t care for her much.

Not that she would bring it up to her bubbly friend, who enjoyed seeing all her associates get along and thought strangers were just friends you hadn’t met. Oh, to be that naive.

“I can drop the honorific from sunbae,” Y/N bargained as a compromise.

“Deal,” Ji-Hye agreed, “We’re all going to our first lecture, but you should join us for lunch.” Ah yes, Ji-Hye was a TA in Binna’s first class.

“That would be lovely,” Y/N discreetly glanced at the two antsy med students behind Ji-Hye, likely hoping she would say no. “But it may have to be some other day. I have some assignments to catch up on that may cut into my lunch hour. I wouldn’t want you waiting for me,”

She ignored Binna’s very skeptical expression as Ji-Hye nodded in understanding. “That’s unfortunate. I do hope you take breaks as needed. Binna’s always speaking highly of your diligence, but overworking is a fast track to illness.”

“I understand, sunbae.” She bowed. “Good luck on your presentation today, Bin.”

“See you later, Y/N!” Binna waved, being tugged along by one of the other girls.

Y/N expelled the breath she’d been holding as they left, though she could hear one of the girls, Ha-Eun, whispering loudly. “Is she always stiff and intense like that?”

“Y/N’s really great. You just don’t know her,” Binna immediately defended.

Y/N felt warm inside over her loyalty.

“And whose fault is that?” The other girl giggled. Y/N thought her name might have been Iseul or something, which she only remembered because Binna had gushed about her also being an Army. “She seems to like you, but from what I see, keeps to herself. I bet she turned down unnie’s invitation for no reason.”

Before Binna could voice a retort, Ji-Hye’s calm voice cut in. “That’s uncharitable to assume the worst of others, Iseul. I’m sure Y/N has her reasons.”

They got too far to hear the rest of the conversation after that, not that Y/N was really interested in overhearing more. She was very aware that people had a lot of preconceived notions about her.

It was one of the many things she had learned to tune out upon returning to Korea at the end of high school. People had assumed she was a foreigner and treated her accordingly, whispering this speculation or that.

It was true her father had been American, and she’d inherited his complexion and hair texture, which brought its own set of… problems at times.

Still, Y/N had decided to come back to Korea and go to the college she had always told her mother she wanted to attend, her alma mater.

She wanted to reconnect with her Korean heritage too. She just never thought about how different it would all be when she was seeing through a lens that was no longer that of an oblivious child.

Regardless, it was her day off, and flaky attitudes be damned, Y/N wasn’t about to let that get her down. She was going to be productive and enjoy herself.

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This was the worst possible time to be in proximity to someone else’s clumsiness.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Kang Myeong looked very close to falling to his knees as he whimpered in the face of the fire in Y/N’s eyes.

She stared at the ugly blot of ssamjang on her blazer, nose crinkled. This was going to be the end of her. Her colleague’s one act of clumsiness was going to sink her career before it started.

The president and CEO of LG Electronics, one of the largest companies in the country, would be walking in any minute.

It was the perfect opportunity for networking, the only real reason she had agreed to attend her internship’s party in honor of its hard-working students—Binna, Min Su and Chin-Mae may have also begged her to attend and actually mingle like a normal person.

Always able to sniff out a problem from a mile away, her internship supervisor hurried over, his eyes wide behind his spectacles. “Oh, what happened there?” He frowned.

“It was my fault,” Myeong confessed instantly. “Y/N, I…I’m so sorry. I had no idea you were right there when I turned around.”

Her greedy coworker had made a beeline for the refreshments and she just so happened to be standing near it, talking to one of her other internship colleagues when disaster struck.

“We’ve been over that.” She grumbled, not in a forgiving mood at present. She didn’t even attempt to wipe it out. If she did, that would undoubtedly make it worse.

Mr. Hong pulled something out of his pocket, a key. He held it out on the tip of his finger and Y/N watched the small silver key swing back and forth as he spoke. “Here, use this and go to the presidential bathroom down the hall. Try to get it out before Mr. Koo arrives.”

Nodding in thanks, Y/N wasted no time, ignoring Myeong as he continued to grovel. She had a mission and it was saving her future career! No one was going to take her seriously with a sauce stain on her front.

Mr. Koo would take one look and write her off as a joke. And if one of the most powerful businessmen in the country thought that way, no one else was going to take a chance on her.

It was rare, hadn’t happened in years, actually. But by the time she had fumbled with the key and charged into the extremely elegant bathroom, her throat felt cottony and her head was spinning. Y/N staggered over to the sink, seeing double as she looked into the mirror.

No one knew about her panic attacks. Not her aunt and uncle, and not Binna and Chin-Mae. She forced them down, as much as she was able. Hiding behind the projection of control she wanted others to see until she believed it herself.

Yes, yes she had everything under control. Her hands shook as she fought to turn on the sink, only to realize it was motion activated. Shoving her hands beneath the faucet, it lit up and came to life.

Y/N took the time to dab her eyes, wet a paper towel and press it firmly to her thudding pulse before she even tackled the sauce on her jacket.

Her teeth sank hard into her bottom lip, before she thought about how poorly it would be taken if she walked back into the party with a bloody lip—or worse, had to reapply her lipstick and get the stain off her teeth.

That caused her to let her lip go, blinking rapidly and wiping small, frustrated tears from her eyes. “L/N Y/N,” she breathed, staring herself down hard in the mirror. “You will be fine. Because you always are. Get back out there and blow them away.”

Gasping, she reached for her phone to check the time. How much time did she have before Mr.Koo arrived?! What if he was already in there? Pushing the device back into her blazer again, Y/N went to check her face in the mirror one last time.

Instead of slightly puffy eyes or a determined grimace, what she saw had her jaw dropping. Was that…was that another room?!

Whipping her head around, Y/N surveyed the lavish bathroom behind her, and didn’t see anything remotely identical to what was in the mirror. Whoa. She rubbed her eyes harshly.

Whoa.

It had been about a week since that time she had hallucinated a man’s face in place of her own while brushing her teeth. Since then, she had chalked it up to not enough sleep and tightly wound nerves from all the deadlines she was trying to meet.

This was probably the same thing. She was in a highly stressful situation, and she was seeing things. Although, it was a little concerning that no matter how many times she dabbed at her eyes and blinked, the scene didn’t change.

Frustrated, Y/N stepped back, squinted, then moved closer again. Against her better judgement, she leaned further into the mirror, intending to skim the glass with her fingertip, to prove to herself she was just a little tired.

Until she was overcome by the strongest sensation of vertigo she had ever felt, head falling forward as if it was full of lead. When it cleared, and she felt able to pick her head up, the practical, ever logical thinking Y/N was unprepared for what she saw.

Everywhere, absolutely everywhere, was a vast, rippling room of nothing. It was like being trapped inside a drop of mercury, another impossibility. Y/N waved a hand in front of her face, and a cool, liquid sensation passed through her fingers, although nothing was on them.

“Hello?” She called, trying not to grow frantic. “Where the hell is this?” She took a tentative step, finding it was a bit difficult to move forward but not impossible. “Uh…what did I eat in the last twenty four hours?”

Was it an allergic reaction? Yeah right. She quickly dismissed the notion on account of very few allergic reactions she could think of causing hallucinogenic effects.

Her straining ears caught sound to her right, and she moved forward, calling out again. Still no response, but the sound got a little bit clearer.

It probably wasn’t the day to be wearing pumps, but damnit, it’s not like she counted on this to happen. Whatever was happening…

Y/N stopped, but not for lack of trying to move forward, but because there was…an invisible wall there. A clear one, in which she could now see the same room as before.

An empty dance studio. The strains of sound she’d picked up had been music. Classical music, more precisely. That was all she really had time to discern before the door opened, someone walking in.

A lone person, a young man maybe slightly older than her. He shut the door behind him and set down his bag. She watched him look around, brow furrowing as he stopped to listen to the music playing.

Tchaikovsky’s The Sleeping Beauty had just begun, a popular song at ballet recitals. He seemed confused to hear it, making Y/N wonder if he wasn’t a ballet dancer at all. There was also something about him she almost wanted to say was familiar, but she couldn’t place what.

Looking around at both sides of the room as though his reflection would rat him out, the young man slowly began to fall into a few experimental steps, growing more charged and confident as the song continued.

Y/N watched, stunned. Forgetting all about what had been going on before, how she had come to even be here, she remained hidden and spellbound, the handsome man’s fluid control of his body and contemporary dance moves putting her soul at ease.

It was like each step he took, each twirl and leap smoothed down the frayed edges inside that had caused her anxiety to begin creeping in. She watched in rapt attention as he commanded the space with her, his only audience.

At one point, his dancing brought him closer to Y/N’s side of the mirror. He didn’t seem to notice anything amiss at all, didn’t seem to feel her presence there.

His shiny hair caught the light when he spun, and not for the first time, Y/N had the tugging knowledge just out of reach.

She knew him from somewhere… Pressing ever closer against the surface, she was able to see every line of his solid physique, the hours of work he had put into training his body evident.

The song had reached its crescendo, and he was still going strong, hardly even sweating. Y/N was awed, face pressed to the cool, invisible glass in an undignified manner—lipstick stains be damned.

Perhaps because she had suspended her disbelief so much already, she was not expecting reality to very literally come crashing back in. Y/N let out an abrupt scream when the barrier suddenly gave way, and she found herself falling right through, toppling into him.

He hardly had time to turn before they were crashing together, and then laying in a heap on the floor. There was a very concerning crack as his head met the unforgiving wood.

Temporarily putting aside her bemusement and astonishment, Y/N swallowed down the horrified yelp in her throat. The man who had been practicing such a graceful technique just a minute ago was sprawled underneath her, having taken the brunt of the fall.

His eyes were squinted and unfocused, and Y/N’s heart accelerated at the thought of how hard he must have hit his head.

Quickly jumping back, her stockings catching on the polished wood floors at the friction, she inspected him, phone gripped tightly and uselessly in her sweating palm. It only vaguely dawned on her that she had never let it go.

Now, Y/N let it tumble to the floor with a clatter, far past caring if that did any damage. Maybe that was for the best…it went against absolutely every logical thought she had as an aspiring businesswoman but there was something to be said about correlation and causation.

When she had briefly hallucinated in the bathroom that night, and during…whatever was happening now, she had the phone nearby. Both times. Was that…really a coincidence?

She had scoffed over the conspiracy theorists online every time a new 5G phone model was released that would proclaim they could control thoughts and cause illnesses. But what if this was a psychotic break?

The dropped device buzzed an inch or two across the floor, Y/N seeing a message from Binna. Oh yeah…Binna.

Her dear friend and roommate had been texting her a lot lately. According to her, if she was going to posssess an Army phone, she might as well actually become an Army.

Not that Y/N had taken that seriously, or had much time to actually look at what Binna had been sending. Her nerves were far too thin in the days leading up to the party.

It was the opportunity of a lifetime, and all her time not spent working on school assignments was spent tirelessly rehearsing what she would say to Mr.Koo if she got the chance to talk to him.

For the first time in a while, Y/N actually read Binna’s messages.

—Okay last one! I know you said no more but I couldn’t resist and he just looks so good here!

The picture popped up without warning, a beautiful man with blood red hair, propped up on his side in a white, nearly translucent button-up.

There was a sliver of skin visible between the bottom and the waistline of his pants, and he looked at the camera with a startling smolder, accentuated by the coy half-smile on his full red lips and the immaculately applied eyeliner he was wearing.

Y/N’s throat went dry, life flashing before her eyes as she whipped her head back down to the person still lying unnaturally still on the floor. It was…it was the same guy!

The hair color was different—a moonlight silver now—and he was in a plain t-shirt and some loose joggers, but it was undoubtedly the same man Binna wanted her to swoon over.

That meant one thing.

“BTS…” Y/N whispered under her breath. Suddenly he looked frighteningly familiar. The model looks, the style in those practiced dance moves. How couldn’t she see it earlier?

Yeah this was definitely one of Binna’s BTS boys, who beamed down at them from the poster in their dorm room. Forgetting her phone, Y/N clambered closer, wondering if she should check for a pulse, but also afraid to touch him in case it brought him further harm.

“Please…” she licked her bottom lip, “Do me a favor…Jimin.” Thanks to all of Binna’s gushing and coaching she was fairly certain that was his name. “Don’t be dead, or seriously injured. Don’t be anything that could get the book thrown at me in a court of law.”

Assaulting an idol. And not just any idol, but one of the ones that belonged to a group that was practically the nation’s national treasure. Her career would be flushed. Oh, and the rabid fans out for her blood would never let her know peace.

“Hyung…?” He muttered, and Y/N pushed down any indignation that cropped up at the thought of being mistaken for someone’s hyung.

“Okay, you’re talking. Good.” she sighed. “I mean not good, but…not bad. Damnit, I should call emergency services. For all I know you could be concussed.”

Jimin blinked drowsily at her. Shit, how hard did she make him hit his head? Shit, shit! “It’s not the worst hallucination in the world. At least I’m imagining someone pretty.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, she stammered for a response and came up short. Was he…flirting?! At a time like this? His head might be broken and she might be on her way to ten years behind bars and he was flirting?!

The flustered college student could feel her cheeks redden, irritation flaring up inside. If he wasn’t already hurt she might just be tempted to ignore the difference in their statuses and smack him upside the head.

“You—”

Y/N stilled, hearing broken pieces of conversation from just outside the door. No, no, no! Witnesses to her crime! They were going to take one look at the downed dancer and assume the worst.

Either that she had attacked him or that she was there for…a creepier reason. Binna had told her about sasaeng attacks being a serious problem for popular idols. No one was going to believe she didn’t know how she’d gotten there.

Although Jimin was probably going to be fine, now that people who could help him had arrived, Y/N did feel guilty just leaving him there. It was her fault, sort of.

She had precious seconds, and every racing tick of her heart knew it. Whoever was coming into the studio were chatting outside the door, but who knew how long that’d last.

Her uncle and aunt had always praised her for being quick on her feet, and this was the worst time to prove them wrong. ‘This is crazy,’ Y/N’s spinning head protested. ‘I fell through a mirror into an idol’s dance studio and now I might be going to jail, unless—’

She hesitated only slightly, figuring the impossible had proved possible so far. The crazy could continue until she woke up from this mental breakdown she was having, and then she would start searching for the nearest qualified therapist to examine her. At best, she was right, and at worst she was about to be carted off to the hospital, then jail.

Sucking in and holding a deep breath, Y/N charged at the mirrored wall as fast as sensible pumps would allow, fully prepared for the pain of smacking into it face first.

There was a startled moment of realization, and then deep relief when she tumbled through the glass, which rippled coolly like she was breaking the surface of a quiet lake.

Y/N turned, silently witnessing the studio door open at that moment, revealing another young man in sweats. He had short, bouncy russet brown hair, his bangs parting in the middle.

He spoke to whoever was standing out in the hall one more time, something about some changes to a choreography routine they were trying out. The door closed, and Y/N watched his eyes fall to the floor, noticing Jimin for the first time.

“Jimin?” He called, sprinting over and sinking to his knees at the answering groan. “What’s wrong? What happened?” Y/N knew she should bolt while she could, guilt a tight ball in her chest. But she only stood there in Mirror Land as the other man tried to get Jimin to tell him what was wrong.

‘I fell out of the mirror and plowed him over.’ she thought, wincing.

“Hobi-hyung, I’m okay. I just tripped…” he said softly. What a beautiful speaking voice, Y/N mused. It was easy on the ears, even when it sounded strained.

Hobi…Hobi…Binna had said that was someone’s nickname. If he was Hobi then that must have meant his stage name was J-Hope. ‘Er, what’s his real name again? …Hyun…Hoseok?’

Whipping out a phone, his hyung frowned a little. “Hard enough to hurt yourself? Can you get up?” Jimin began righting himself, albeit slowly, and Hoseok assisted, arm bracing him around the shoulders. “I’m going to tell the staff you’re injured and need to be examined.”

“But—”

“Nope,” Hobi shook his head, phone to his ear now. “There’s no point practicing choreo if you’re not at your best anyway.” He turned his attention to speaking to whoever had picked up his call, explaining that they had an accident in the studio. “Yeah, he’s awake, but pretty dazed.”

There was a pause, and J-Hope tilted his head, staring at Jimin thoughtfully. “Did you hit your head?”

“Mm…”

“It looks like it.” Hoseok relayed, and Y/N bit her lip, anxiety picking back up. ‘How am I supposed to tell Binna I met one of her favorite idols and broke him?’

Jimin was sitting up on his own now, hands on the floor and legs crossed. Hoseok removed his arm from his friend’s shoulder and began to gently massage his head.

“Hyung,” Jimin whined, leaning away from the touch. “Careful, it’s tender.”

“You’ve got a bump the size of a baseball.” The older male informed him matter-of-factly. “I’d be surprised if it wasn’t.”

“What happened to the girl?” Jimin asked abruptly.

Y/N felt her hands start to tremble. Why was she even still hanging around? This was her opportunity!

Oh yeah, because she wanted to be sure the young man whose head had gotten bonked would be okay. Damn guilt.

“Girl?” Hoseok gave him a scrutinizing look, not at all like the wide, energetic smile he wore in Binna’s poster. “Jiminie…what girl?”

The silver-haired idol shrugged helplessly. “The one who knocked me down. I think…”

“Somebody knocked you down?” Hoseok asked sharply. “Was it a staffer?”

“I don’t know. It happened so fast. She wasn’t familiar...”

“Okay,” The older idol said slowly. “After we make sure you’re okay we’ll get security to check the cameras.”

The cameras?! Shit, so she wasn’t safe after all! Oblivious to her rising woe, Hoseok continued, “Well, I think you’re probably concussed, so no practice for you.”

His eyes drifted away from Jimin for the first time since entering the room, and that split second was all it took for their gazes to lock.

Y/N let out a wordless yell, flailing back. The sound of running water filled her ears, and she picked her head up to find her own reflection.

She was clutching the edge of the same modern sink she was admiring before, standing in the same private bathroom. Laying innocently near the right handle was her phone.

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Summary: Vacation, gotta love it! Working everyday with barely anytime to break, this is something they all need. The Guys invited their bestest friend, Y/N to the In The Soop Vacation, of course they told her about the cameras but they told the camera crew that when she was out to put the camera away and let them chill with her. See what goes down on this 4 day beautiful vacation full of sexual tension.

SERIES: Part 1, 2, 3,4

Warnings: Dom!OT7 x Sub!POC!PLUS SIZE!Reader, Intersexual bedrooms, Smut (not this chapter) , vulgar language, Crushes, Alcohol drinks, BAM BEING A CUTIE, etc etc

a/n: YOU CAN STILL READ IF YOU ARENT A POC!! everyone is welcomed!!

“Get her bags, Tae!” Jin shouted into the van. Ah, Vacation! Boy, where they all so excited! They wished they could just chill with Y/N all for the days but they had to get shooting done.

“So, She’s sharing a room with Kookie? will Bam be okay with her in there? he seems to get overly excited when she’s around” Hobi giggles remembering when Bam saw Y/N walk into the van he literally ran to her and jumped on her. What can he say, he misses her as much as they did.

“ I’m fine with it! I love my Bammie~” Y/N smiled and petted bam who was currently sitting at her feet. “GASP! Does this mean me and Jungkook are back to being roommates? The Duo has been reunited!” Jungkook laughed and patted her back. They always used to sleep in the same room, usually him cuddling her to the point she couldn’t move but it was nice to wake up to someone not wanting to let you go, scared that you’d disappear and never comeback. “Okay! let’s all get settled in and meet back into the main house after so we can eat!” Yoongi said going to his room and everyone shouted okays as they went their different ways for now. Jungkook automatically picked Y/N up and ran to their room. “Kook! Why?!” she shouted between giggles. He loved showing her his strength and his weakness. “You look tired. You went to work all day then packed late and and went snack shopping with Jimin and Hobi. I know how drained you are” he put her down once he got to door. He slid it open and let Bam go inside first then walked Y/N in sitting her on the couch. “Stay here i’ll go get our things!” he said rushing back out avoiding any rebuttal. She sighed and patted next to her for Bam to come to her which he happily did and sat next to her. “I guess your father will be babying the both of us these 4 days, hm?” she chuckled and kissed his head and rubbed his belly. She grabbed her phone since she felt her phone go off..

“I’m back!” Jungkook said as he came into the room with their luggage. “Should we pack later? everyone is going to wait to pack they are hungry now.” Y/N asked putting her phone as JK hummed. “Eh, I guess so. Let’s, get bam situated first then we can go eat with everyone.” he said smiling watching y/n. gosh, his bestie is one beautiful goddess even when tired.

“Is Y/N and JK coming Jimin?” Yoongi asked as he continued to cook dinner for everyone. “Yeah, they had to get Bam settled.” As soon as jimin finished his sentence he saw Jungkook and Y/N walking in. “Perfect everyone’s here!” Hobi said as he ate on some chips. “Okay so We have to get some filming in these 4 days. Jungkook the camera’s turn on at 8am and turn off around 10 pm ish. so have Y/N in either in Hobi’s room since he’s bound to be up before everyone else, around 6am.” Namjoon stated as he read the schedule. “Taehyung is in charge of bringing her lunch if she can’t eat with us at that time. I’m in charge of getting her breakfast to eat in the morning but i feel as if Hobi should do it since he will be with her in the mornings. Jin, you are in charge of bring her here if we are all outside at a point of time play the video game with her. Lastly, Jimin you are to make sure she is back in Jungkooks room after 10 pm!” Y/N started to laugh since it was so much rules and scheduling even on break. “We have to do this every day for 4 days? damn joonie did you tell producers i was coming?” she jokingly asked which made him chuckle. “ Well miss not apart of the band, we have to keep you and your identity between us. We love Army but we don’t think they are just ready to hear we’ve had a secret best friend for the past 9 years. Hell, i wouldn’t be ready if i got that news.” Hobi laughs and looks at Namjoon. “They’d love her just as much as we do. She makes us happy! They’d be happy to know there is someone besides just us making eachother happy and feeling at ease” Taehyung nodded and so did Jin. “I don’t ever want Army to know about her, she’s our little secret.” Yoongi said by the stove and this made everyone laugh. “ Oh? is yoongi jealous that i’ll be getting some attention too?” she jokingly asked. He smiled and continued what he was doing, ignoring her question. Deep down it wasn’t jealousy, it was fear. They all felt it, them being so famous across the world the fame will be too much on Y\N. What if something were to happen to her when they aren’t with her if her identity is released to the public? They feared she’s get hurt, overwhelmed, stressed, and even depressed with the new attention and maybe even the new titles she’d get. They feared her freedom to roam wherever unlike them having to move around like ninjas sometimes, she’d have to start covering her face and having bodyguards at places simply as the grocery store. If it was up to them, and it is-, they’d gladly keep her as their hidden 8th member.

“Dinners Ready!” Yoongi spoke and brung the pot to the table. He sighed as he sat down. Everyone came to the kitchen and sat down, but everyone had a seat but Y/N. Jin mentally sighed because he thought producers would’ve at least had an extra chair, even if she couldn’t be shown on camera. The girl needs a seat. “y/n can sit in my chair..” jimin offered. “then we’re are you gonna sit? just sit on my lap y/n.” jungkook stated very bluntly. everyone looked at him like he lost his mind. “what a way to say you like her, kook.” hoseok snorted and shook his head. “she’s sat on his lap in cars and other places, this isn’t any different. he’s just lucky, and her favorite.” taehyung said pouting and rolled his eyes. y/n scoffed “ for your information tae, he isn’t my favorite he’s just the closest to me. not my fault. i can’t believe you are saying i have a favorite.” she looked at him, shocked, all because she didn’t even choose who’s lap would be her seat. “i-i.. didn’t mean it like that i was joking..” he said feeling bad. he was joking but he know it didn’t seem like it. he was jealous of jungkook though, they all were. I mean he’s sharing a room with her, in the same bed, UNDER THE SAME SHEETS, he was highly lucky. they’d all love for it to be them but she’s more closer to him and it’s a normal thing to put her with jk, so why now is it a problem? well, it’s always been her and jk, it gets tiresome to them. they crave her attention just as much as him but to them, her main focus is him. they grew to understand it but it’s tiresome. “we just get tired of you being around jk only… that’s all” namjoon mumbled and cleared his throat after. “guys you know we are just closer that’s it” jungkook defended her. “let’s just eat and go to get some shut eye. we need it for tomorrow.” jin said. taehyung looked up at y/n and sighed, he didn’t mean for it to come off seriously. he stood up “sit here, y/n” he said pulling the seat out more for her. she smiled and sat in it. “thank you, v.” she sat down and patted her lap. “sit” she stated and to which tae accepted quickly.

“dinner was great! we should head to sleep.” yoongi stated yawning. they all nodded and soon cleaned up and wished eachother good night while they descended to their rightful rooms. jk and y/n walked side to side just chatting, when jungkook thought about something that he tired to avoid all day. the feeling of wanting her closer than any friend should be. to feel every inch of her body the eye couldn’t see because of the clothes. to eat something he wanted for food all 4 days. “have you ever… had dirty thoughts about… someone?” jungkook asked as they walked into their shared house, for the next 4 days. y/n blushed and started to stutter “U-Uh why this question all of a s-sudden?” she asked looking away.

“to be honest i’ve , always had this feeling toward you. and not in a friendship type way. i try to ignore these feelings because i never know how you feel towards me but, i can’t keep holding back, y/n.” he confessed while sitting on the couch right next to her. he was a mess, from the light alcohol in his system from dinner, to butterflies floating around in is tummy when telling his true feelings to one of his bestest friends. “i feel the same, j.” she spoke out and finally turned to look at him. “i guess sharing rooms all these years have made me grow something inside more than a friend shouldve” she chuckled lightly and jungkook grabbed her hand gently and smiled at her. “can i… kiss you?” he muttered getting closer to her, caressing her hands and intertwining them so they can hold hands. “yes..” she whispered even lower but in case he didn’t hear, she shock her head and smiled lightly. jungkook did waist any second as he softly laid his lips on her softer ones. he pulled her closer wanting her to be as close as possible wanting her touch to be engraved into his body. he wish he could tattoo her touch all over his body. the room felt hot and it was getting heated but they pulled away once they heard bam bark and whimper which scared y/n since she was so into it with jungkook she forgot about her surroundings. they looked between eachother then smiled and let out a light chuckle. “ah, bam-ah, you don’t like your dad getting attention, hm?” he looked at him and bam sat down right next to them. jungkook looked at their intertwined hands and kissed it. “i’m gonna go get something sweet from the kitchen, want anything?” y/n asked and he shook his head. she smiled lightly and kissed him once more before unlocking their hands and heading outside to the kitchen. she couldn’t help be skip to the kitchen, excitement going through her body making her want to dance and sing. once she arrived to the kitchen she saw jimin and hoseok sitting at the table just converting about their day and what they wished to do for the 4 days. she thought she was imagining things but she heard jimin say something in the lines of “ gosh, y/n looks so beautiful i wonder what she will be wearing tomorrow, she looks good in almost anything. her little tummy peeking through her clothes. her curves is everything. ah, jungkook is so lucky. i want to just pick her up and pocket her. from you all.” he chuckled and bit his lip…. no way… does jimin like her too?

#bts ot7 smut #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts x reader #namjoon x reader #seokjin x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #bts in the soop #bts x poc

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Chapter Eleven

Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you’ve gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you’re far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can’t seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they’d do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?

Genre: mafia au, poly ot7, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc

A/n: I'm sorry this update is a little shorter than the others! I think thematically it made sense to separate them this way. Also I swear I did not mean to post this on beastie-writes 😪 so I'm sorry if that threw anybody off! I made the update and saw my draft was saved under the wrong name and didn't want to start over. The other chapters will continue on sopebubbles!

A/n 2: I am re-posting this chapter because t*mblr did a t*mblr thing and deleted @/beastie-writes, where this chapter was originally posted. It's not new. Now back to our regular programing.

Warnings: angst and lots of feeling (hopefully good ones too!!)

Word count: 3.8K

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It was easy to fall into a routine at the Bangtan house. You’d wake up in the morning, grab something to eat and chat with Jungkook by the poolside before he left with Namjoon to fulfill their duties. Then you’d “go for a walk” around the house. You told yourself that this was to wear off some of your excess energy and become familiar with the grounds in case you needed to escape, but the fact that your walk ended every day with you finding Yoongi was not lost on either of you.

Yoongi was endeared to see the way you would shuffle and stare at your feet, asking him what he was up to when what you really wanted was to sit on the couch and watch dramas together. You may not have wanted to take him away from his work or maybe you just weren’t in the habit of asking for what you wanted, but regardless of you never expressing your wish, Yoongi was always happy to be the first one to offer.

“Do you want to finish watching that drama from yesterday?” he’d ask, watching your face brighten as you’d nod eagerly. “Lemme finish up here and you can go grab Jimin.”

And you would. Because their roles rarely required them to leave the grounds, Jimin and Yoongi became your natural drama buddies. Every afternoon you’d pile on the couch together while Yoongi gathered snacks. They always seemed to be able to spare a couple of hours for you. Even Jimin, who at first seemed apprehensive around you, was showing signs of enjoying your company.

Jimin started sitting closer to you on the couch and offering you some of his snacks. He liked to look up fan theories on his phone while you guys watched and would often share them with you and ask your opinion about them after each episode.

But Jimin noticed the way you never closed the distance when you sat near him on the couch, how you kept your muscles tense even as Yoongi catered to you. There was a calculation in your movements so that even as you were at-ease in your body language, you were never quite relaxed. Jimin wondered if he was contributing to your tension. He thought he was demonstrating his acceptance of you, but maybe he needed to do more.

“Val, do you want to cuddle?” Jimin asked one afternoon while you were both waiting for Yoongi to bring snacks.

The question caught you completely by surprise, your face heating with embarrassment, “I…um…”

“You don’t have to,” Jimin added nonchalantly. “I just thought it would help.”

“What would help?” Yoongi asked, setting the popcorn down in front of you.

“Us cuddling with Val.”

“And that would help with what exactly?” You kept your face to the paused screen in front of you, not trusting yourself to look at either of the men giving you their full attention.

Jimin shrugged, “You just hold yourself like someone who’s been rejected, but we’re not rejecting you. So I thought maybe us holding you would make you realize we’re not rejecting you.”

Yoongi chuckled awkwardly. Jimin’s brand of matter-of-fact honesty always toed the line of refreshing and uncomfortable. Jimin was sharply attuned to people’s body language, but not in predicting how his words could make other people feel. “There’s no pressure. You don’t have to,” Yoongi offered kindly, giving you an out.

“It…it might be nice,” you whispered shyly. You thought back to the tender touches and closeness you shared with Taehyung and how nice it used to feel. But back then, it always led to something more. “Only cuddling, right?”

“If that’s what you want,” Jimin shrugged again, leaving the implication that you could want more hanging in the air.

“Only cuddling. And if you want to stop, just tell us you want to stop,” Yoongi assured.

“Okay,” you agreed, feeling awkward about what to do next.

Jimin scooted closer to you, tapping on his chest, “Go ahead, snuggle up. I’m softer than Yoongi-hyung.”

Yoongi scoffed and you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you as you curled up against Jimin’s chest. He was comfy and warm, smelling of clean laundry as he let his arm hang lazily around you.

“You can lay out your legs across mine,” Yoongi suggested, scooting closer to you and Jimin. You were still a little worried as you stretched yourself across Yoongi, but he gave you a reassuring pat. “It’s like I have a Val blanket,” he giggled.

You could have laughed at that too, lost in the giddiness of how cozy you felt. But instead, you hummed in acknowledgement, already being lulled by Jimin’s heartbeat and the warmth of his chest.

Jimin glanced down to see you completely slack against him, eyes heavy as your breath evened. He smirked, satisfied that he had finally gotten you to relax as he started to play with your hair, earning a happy sigh from you.

>>>>

“You look rested,” Jin mentioned, as he finished chopping up some green onion. His usual “Kiss the Cook” apron was tied around him while he reached for mushrooms to chop.

Your stomach swirled with uneasiness as you thought back to how you fell asleep on Jimin’s chest during your afternoon cuddle session. You’d woken up to a gentle nudge from Yoongi, your fists clenched tightly in Jimin’s shirt and a small drool stain where you had rested your head on Jimin’s chest. Jimin was unbothered, and rather amused to see how relaxed you had been, but the thought of you letting go of your well-practiced control, even for a moment, unsettled you. You made a quick apology and excused yourself to help Seokjin, who had started the habit of coming over to make dinner in the evenings.

“What’re you making?” You asked, pointedly ignoring his comment and hopping up on the stool across from him.

“Doenjang-jjigae,” Jin answered with a happy hum, expertly cutting up the vegetables in front of him. Having watched him for several days now, this was not the first time you wondered what other skills Jin wielded with a knife.

“Jjigae? Is that stew?” You guessed.

Jin nodded, “It’s made with a soy-bean paste. It’s a pretty common dish.”

You gave a thoughtful hum, but said nothing more.

“Is something bothering you?” Jin asked, combining the vegetables together. “Normally by this point you’re asking how you can help and taking it upon yourself to add seasoning to everything. Yesterday I nearly had to wrestle you to the ground to prevent you from dumping a whole tub of gochujang into the japchae.”

“Gochujang is good though,” you grumbled, poking at a bit of mushroom that rolled across the counter.

“Yaeya, dong-uihae! But the secret to good japchae is the right balance of soy sauce and brown sugar and I have been perfecting that balance for decades.”

“You’re not that old.”

“I started young. Do you think I let my mother eat bad japchae after I was conceived? No! She had terrible morning sickness because of me and lots of bad japchae,” Seokjin was basically shouting as he dumped the vegetables into the bubbling broth.

You laughed heartily, hands covering your face at Jin’s overzealousness. With a spirit like his, you imagine his mother probably did get indigestion.

“Why’re you always coming over here to cook dinner if you have your own place?” You asked once your laughter subsided.

“I asked you a question first.”

“I’m ignoring it.”

Seokjin shrugged as if to say “suit yourself” before responding, “Namjoon asked me to. He wants to make sure you stay well-nourished and I’m the best cook in the bunch, so…” he gestured openly with his arms, “here I am.”

“No offense, but you don’t really seem like the type to follow orders,” you mused.

“None taken,” he replied, focusing now on on the slow-cooked beef from the oven. The smells in the kitchen were starting to blend together and permeate the air, making your stomach rumble inaudibly. “There’s no shame in following orders. Plus, I get to enjoy your company.”

You pouted, unsatisfied and hungry, “I don’t believe you.”

“That there’s no shame in following orders or that I enjoy your company?”

“Both.”

“Well, the most powerful thing you can do is believe you have power in the first place; regardless of if you’re on the giving or receiving end of orders,” Seokjin explained, putting the beef into the stew and lowering the temperature on the stove to a simmer. You grunted, still not impressed. Power was power in your mind. You either took what was yours or you didn’t. “And as far as your company,” Seokjin continued. “It’s a tragedy you’re the last to know, but you’re kinda cool to hang out with.”

“Yeah, right,” you scoffed. “All I do is sit around all day.”

Seokjin’s eyes widened dramatically and, putting a hand to his mouth, he gasped in mock-horror, “I hadn’t considered that. I guess I am having a terrible time.”

“Cállate, pendejo,” you laughed.

“Once I figure out what that means, I’ll have a very witty comeback,” Seokjin grinned, wagging a finger at you. “Go get the others, dinners ready.”

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You wouldn’t want to admit it, but you enjoyed the cacophony of the Bangtan dinner table. So often you were left to eat dinner either by yourself or, on rare occasions, with Joaquin, that you weren’t sure how everyone could be so noisy and chew their food at the same time. Even just the hums and moans they made as they ate and complimented the food made the meals loud even without active conversation. It seemed like every meal was the best meal they ever ate. And to be fair, every meal was delicious. Perhaps Seokjin really was the best cook in the bunch, though you hadn’t tried everyone else’s cooking to compare it.

You liked to sit next to Yoongi during dinner. Partly because Yoongi was good at loading your plate while explaining what you were eating and how to eat it. But mostly because, even if you were still embarrassed from earlier, Yoongi always had a way of making you feel safe and unjudged.

“Keep your thumb steady and only move your pointer finger. And remember, we have forks,” Yoongi advised as he watched your kimchi sliding off your chopsticks again and again.

“She’s got it, she’s got it,” Hoseok chanted in Korean. You were sticking your tongue out a bit in concentration, studying carefully with furrowed brows as the red piece of cabbage made it to your lips. The entire table erupted in applause and you scooted your chair back to stand up and take a bow.

“To Val!” Namjoon cheered, raising a shot glass of soju, the other men echoing “To Val!” as they downed their shot.

When you plopped back into your chair, you reached for Yoongi’s hand on the table and while everyone was laughing and carrying on you whispered, “Thank you for always looking out for me, Oppa.”

Your heart swelled while you watched his ears turn red, “Always,” he whispered back, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

The dinner continued on in a light-hearted, joyous mood with little talk of Bangtan’s work life or your dire predicament. You tried to let yourself be lulled by the conversation, but the unease you were familiar with was back, bubbling up through your stomach and clawing its way to your throat. You kept quiet though, looking out over the table, listening to the blend of Korean and English around you, wondering when they might confront you about earning your keep or when they might get sick of taking care of you and ask you to leave. No one could really be that impressed with your ability to use chopsticks. It was silly and stupid and everyone else could do it anyway, so why did they need to pretend on your behalf? Were they setting you up for something? Trying to gain your trust? You became acutely aware of how you had slumped in your chair and were no longer contributing to the conversation. Were you killing the mood? Were the boys aware of how untrusting you were? Would they care? Your eyes settled on the empty spot where Taehyung still failed to show up for dinner. He wasn’t there because you didn’t want to see him. You knew that. You had asked for this space and he was giving it to you. It was kind, more kind than you were used to or expected. Everything here was. But why did it feel ominous now? Where was the catch?

“Excuse me,” you said, standing up with a polite smile before you finished your plate. “Everything was delicious, Seokjin, thank you.”

If anyone noticed the way your mood was faltering, no one said anything. Seokjin had been laughing at something Hoseok was telling him when he passively said, “My pleasure! It’s nice to have your moral support in the kitchen.”

“Do you need me to get you anything?” Yoongi asked, searching your face for an explanation as to why you were leaving early.

“I’m good, Oppa,” You lied. “Just a little tired.”

Yoongi nodded, “I’ll clean up your plate. Don’t worry about it.”

“Thank you.”

It felt like miles before you got to your bed, but when you finally reached it, you buried your face into a pillow and let yourself cry.

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The light from outside your bedroom shone underneath the door creating dramatic shadows from the furniture in the room. Sitting up slowly, you blinked and rubbed your puffy eyes. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep but you were grateful that it was dreamless. Unfortunately, it meant that you would have an even harder time falling back to sleep. You sighed, the heaviness of your emotions had subsided but the echo of them was still there. You let yourself be ebbed by the flow of your aimless thoughts until your mind found itself back to when you had napped earlier that day. Between Yoongi and Jimin. Against Jimin’s chest. There was no pressure or expectation in listening to Jimin breathe and the way he and Yoongi avoided clinging to you made you feel secure in the fact that you could leave whenever you wanted. It was nice and you missed it. It was warm and you wanted more.

Before you could chastise yourself for being greedy, you left the room quickly to find Jimin. You told yourself, at the very least, you could apologize for drooling on his shirt earlier. Lucky for you, no one was around as you made your way to the basement, so you could avoid explaining your true motives.

When you approached the door, you heard gunfire and shouting. Jimin was clearly yelling at his TV. You knocked on Jimin’s door tentatively.

“Fuck this, man.” Jimin grumbled from the other side of the door. The noises from the action sequence stopped suddenly as he called, “Come in!”

“I think you’re loosing your touch–” another voice teased as you opened the door to see Jimin leaning back on his couch, game controller to his left as he idly played with Taehyung’s hair and watched you come in. It took you a second to register what you were seeing. Taehyung was stretched out on the couch, head in Jimin’s lap, game controller in hand. Neither of them were wearing shirts and their sweatpants hung low around their hips. It wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen before, but you still looked away. “Sorry, if I’m interrupting something…” you trailed off, rubbing your arm to get rid of the goosebumps.

“No, no,” Taehyung shot off of Jimin’s lap and to his feet. “I’m sorry. I can leave, it’s getting late anyway–”

“It’s okay,” you said, finding his eyes to show him you meant it. “You can stay. It’s, um…Nice to see you.” Even this small confession left your heart aching in your chest. After everything that happened, you hoped Taehyung didn’t hate you, but you also hoped you wouldn’t have to explain yourself tonight. “Please stay.”

Jimin watched the two of you, not sure of what to make of the exchange. He ultimately decided it wasn’t his responsibility to figure out why the two of you looked so uncomfortable, so instead he said, “Did you need something?”

“I just wanted to apologize for earlier,” you answered, sheepishly. Now that you were actually in Jimin’s space, your plan felt very silly.

“What happened earlier?” Jimin said, confused. He was genuinely unaware of something you had done wrong and you had never visited him before, so all of this seemed highly uncalled for.

“When I drooled on you…” You replied, feeling more and more embarrassed by the moment.

“Oooh,” Jimin realized. “Oh that? It’s fine. Sometimes people drool when they’re relaxed. I think it’s kind of nice.”

“Did you guys play together?” Taehyung asked, trying to hide his shock.

“Play together?” You echoed, having no idea what Taehyung meant.

“Nah, she fell asleep on my chest and drooled on my shirt,” Jimin said easily. “I have an extra controller. Do you want to play with us?”

You looked at the screen with the words Call of Duty across the top, “I’ve never played video games before.”

“This wouldn’t be a good one to start with then,” Jimin thought out loud. “You guys should sit down. I’m gonna get the Switch so we can play Mario Kart. I’ll be right back.”

Jimin stretched as he stood up, cracking his neck as he did so, and briskly walked out of the room, leaving you and a shirtless Taehyung standing in the middle of the room, dim lighting letting the weight of each other’s presence be known.

“Are you sure it’s okay if I stay?” Taehyung asked hesitantly.

“Yes, but could you put on a shirt please?”

“Right,” Taehyung said, suddenly embarrassed. You turned your eyes to him, watching as his white tshirt fell loosely over his tanned shoulders, hiding away the muscles in his back that you once knew so well. That ache you had returned again and you were suddenly desperate for being held. Your emotions bubbled up to your throat as you struggled to swallow them back, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt to be soothed.

Taehyung’s heart broke as he turned back to look at you. You were only a few feet in front of him and closer than you had been in weeks, but standing there, looking so small as you held yourself away from him, he thought you were farther than ever. He wanted to kiss you again and keep you safe in his arms. He wanted to explain that when he called you his before it was only because his heart knew it found its missing piece when he met you and that he was wrong to think of himself as entitled to you and he was sorry he ever did. He was a monster in your life while you were the light in his and he was so, so sorry.

When Jimin walked into the room, he noticed that you were both on the brink of tears. He knew that you both had history with one another, but he wasn’t quite sure what could cause such a reaction when neither of you had even been talking to each other.

“Do you guys need to hug?” Jimin suggested.

“Um..” You knew your answer before Jimin had even asked the question, every nerve in your body was begging for it.

Jimin narrowed his eyes like he had formed some conclusion while observing you, “I think you guys need to hug.”

“Please,” you had barely gotten the word out when Taehyung closed the distance and wrapped his arms around you. Breathing in the familiar scent broke the last defense you had in protecting yourself from your emotions. You nuzzled into his chest and let the tears fall from your face, feeling a wetness against your shoulder as Taehyung buried his face in your neck.

Taehyung tried not to squeeze you too tight despite the overwhelming sense of relief he felt with having you in his arms. He told himself that even if this was all you were willing to give him for the rest of your life, he would accept it. He would never again ask for more than what you were willing to give. His shoulders shook as he wept against you and eventually he felt you rubbing his back, still not moving away or asking him to let go.

Jimin was content to let the moment continue for as long as you both needed, seeing that there was a lot that you guys needed to process even if neither of you had words for it yet.

Eventually, your tears had stopped and you whispered gentle shushing against Taehyung, feeling warmth spread throughout your body at feeling the weight of him in your arms. Slowly, he pulled himself away from you, looking down at you with a sense of wonder that you hoped you returned in kind. Whatever the embrace had done for you, it appeared Taehyung had needed it just as desperately.

“Do you guys still want to play Mario Kart?” Jimin asked, already moving to set up the switch as if you had said yes.

You giggled wetly, still high from your relief, “Sure.”

Taehyung also laughed, a little awkwardly as he ran his fingers through his hair, “Yeah, that sounds fun.”

Jimin turned back to the two of you, noticing something he had missed before, “Do I need to put on a shirt too?”

“If you don’t mind,” You said.

“I’ll wear a fuzzy shirt so you can lay against me again,” Jimin announced. “I think you like cuddling.”

You had experienced too many emotions today to be embarrassed anymore or try to deny it, so instead you nodded, “I think you’re right.” You turned to Taehyung. “You’ll stay and cuddle too, right?”

Taehyung could have cried again if he hadn’t already drained himself of all of it. He sniffled, happily, “If you want me to.”

“I want you to,” You assured, taking his hand and leading him over to the couch. Jimin plopped on the other side of you, wearing a fuzzy black sweater. You were all snuggled up together, you leaning into Jimin and Taehyung leaning into you. Your leg was trapped between Taehyung’s body and the couch but you wouldn’t complain. You didn’t want anything to change.

Chipper music began as the start menu loaded, looking at the tiny controller in your hand, you couldn’t help your fit of laughter.

“I have no idea what I’m doing,” you said, not sure if you meant the game or in general.

“Don’t worry,” Jimin said, quickly making selections on the screen before you were able to choose your own character. “We’ll help you.”

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adabisworld · 2 years

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Stars to my moon

Genre: Soulmateau! Idolau! Angst;fluff;drama;romance, polyAu!

Pairing:ot7×f!OC

Summary: He took big strides, halting right in front of me as he bends to my eye level, causing me lean back a little. I could feel his breath fanning my face, looking into his eyes, I could see a storm of anger into them.

"We have been nothing but considerate of you and your feelings, while all you've given in return is rejection and cold shoulder since day one." He grits out.

when Selene's 22nd birthday doesn't go as she expected, her world turns upside down, making her resent her soulmates. Will she ever come to accept them in her life or will she continue to run away holding onto her past love?

word count: 1050

Prologue

The sunlight coming through the white curtains lightning the room, and the sound of birds chirping outside on the tree, disturbed the much-needed sleep I was hoping to get. The soft breeze from the window caressing my sweaty face gave me some comfort. My mind was still hazy from last night's event.

As my mind started recalling the reason behind my raging headache, I jolted right up to look for my phone hoping to see a call or a text from him. The disappointment of seeing none in the sea of congratulations from my friends and family struck me like lightning. Yesterday was supposed to be a confirmation that we're soulmates. We were supposed to be happy, not heartbroken. I didn't just lose my love, I lost my best friend too. I didn't realize, I was crying until I saw my phone screen wet. Clenching my eyes shut, I tried not to cry, but all I could see or think about was him.

last night

My heart melted as my eyes landed on the beautiful necklace Eric bought me for my birthday. I looked up into his eyes which were awaiting my response,

"Eric," I said as my mouth broke into a huge grin.

"It's beautiful," I told him as my eyes landed on the beautiful stary necklace again.

Eric's voice made my eyes settle on his, " it took me some time though I finally found the perfect gift for my perfect girl." he said making my cheeks grow heated, butterflies erupting in my stomach even after all this time as I hung my head to hide the effect he still has on me. He loves doing it, making my cheeks flush.

The sound of the chair gliding against the floor stole my attention, I see him getting up from his chair and coming to stand behind me with the necklace in his hands and moving my hair to the side, settling the piece on my neck. The chain was golden and long enough for the stars to touch between my clavicles, which were shining bright, making my breath hitch with the beauty of the neckpiece.

A sudden stinging pain took place between my shoulder blades.

"Ah!" a groan left my lips as I closed my eyes and held the tablecloth between my closed fist .As fast as it came, the pain was gone and I was able to breathe again.

The realization of the reason behind the sudden ache had a glooming smile plastered on my face as I tried to touch the place where now my soul mark rests.

I turned around with excitement, jumped to my feet, and wrapped my arms around his tall and slender figure, his musky scent invading my senses reminding me of home and home he was. He was there when I took my first steps when I joined the elementary school, and when I got bullied in high school for my brown skin and ethnicity, he was always there, protecting me from the world. Though we only officially have been dating for the past six years, we always believed each other to be our soul mates. Even the people around us had no doubt.

When he still didn't move or hug me back, I stepped back and placed my palm on his left cheek: gently calling for him. His eyes found mine as I tried to decipher the emotions swimming behind his blue orbs. The joy of getting my soul mark made me assume his tears were of the same .I leaned in to connect my lips to his, wanting to taste his cupid lips, but he backed away, making my beaming smile turn into a frown.

"what's wrong Eric?" I asked.

" now we can officially call each other soulmates, Aren’t you happy?"

but the next words that came out of his mouth told me exactly the reason behind his turmoil.

" your soul mark.." he gulped and closed his eyes, a lone tear fell on his cheek as he opened them. "it's very beautiful, but i...I don't think we are soulmates" he chuckled bitterly. "cause I didn't get a soul mark when you touched me."

"We were wrong... I can't believe we were wrong for so long" he mumbled while stepping away from me.

My brain took a minute to process his words and I stumbled back as they finally hit me. NO, I thought. My eyes looked for his mark or lack thereof for confirmation and as he said there was nothing.

"NO", "no no no no..." I kept mumbling. " it can't be, we are meant to be together eric, we have always been together." I clutched his shirt wanting nothing more than the words coming out of my mouth to be true, for him to assure me that nothing will change.

"it's okay, it's okay, we don't need the marks to tell us we are meant to be. We can be happy without the stamp of approval of the marks," I said frantically while Eric was trying to get out of my hold shaking his head.

"No, Selene. There are other people, our actual soulmates, we need to think of, who will be affected by this if we try to ignore the soul bonds" he said softly, not wanting me to lose my mind further.

I turned away from him, "I need a drink" I said, chugging down the contents of my glass of wine, which was brought to celebrate my 22nd birthday, my special day. The day we both were eagerly waiting for, to finally show everyone that we indeed are soulmates but, NO the world likes to throw curveballs at my face every time I feel even a spurt of happiness and this is a fucking huge one.

I slowly slide down to my chair, clutching the necklace he just gave me, remembering our moments. Everything we went through together, every time the world got against us we stood together facing it but now? now he wants to let go of the hand he promised to hold forever. All the sweet words of promises he gave me vanish into nothing.

"We can still be friends, Selene. We don't need to throw everything away but, I just can't be with you like that anymore knowing you belong to someone else," he says shaking his head, and stopping my thoughts abruptly.

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thepinkproof · 2 years

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The Operator

Synopsis: there is nothing normal about Greenwood University. however, the school is your only option. it is even more fearful when the person everyone told you to stay away from, Jungkook , is the one who won’t leave you alone.

parings: yandere! inhuman jungkook x original character / overprotective sibling taehyung x original character

warnings: yandere behavior, mentions of sex, violence, kidnapping, mentions of child abuse

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word count: 2.4k

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chapter 13: on our favorite rocket trip

"What do you mean trip?" Storm asked.

"We're going back to Bangtan first, so I can kill my father and then I'll go back to Ringstar and take my kingship on both planets and conjoin them as one." Jungkook casually answered.

"We're? You mean you right? Cause I'm staying here to get my degree." She argued.

"No, you're not human Storm. You need to be with your people. Besides all those therapy classes couldn't help you fix your brother's anger issues."

"I am human, you never seen my eyes turn pink or purple or whatever rainbow colors you guys do."

Jungkook picked up a tablet before pressing a button making a loud ring come through the speakers. Storm groaned covered her ears with the nearby pillow.

He turned the sound off. "You see that sound was 50,000 Hz. A frequency humans can not hear so unless you're secretly a dog or cat than you have half Ringstar blood. Just like me."

"So what? I'm still not going to your planet. If you're really right about Taehyung then I need to stay here and make sure he stops."

"Now you're just trying to be annoying Storm. You're almost 20 years old, that man isn't your responsibility. He got his own issues he need to work out." Jungkook reasoned.

"Maybe you're right. But I'm not staying here." She said getting up to approaching the door. She uses the handle to try to open it but it won't budge.

"That handle is designed to only open for me. You're the only person who has ever been in my room so don't expect anyone to help you." He said before opening the door to get out himself right in front of her face.

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"This spaceship is huge, I've hired people to clean it and redesign it so our voyage to Bangtan will only take two weeks. I've also supplied food and water in it." Jimin bragged to Jungkook.

He nodded in praise at the spaceship. "I want to leave today."

"Today? That's short notice but the spaceship is ready."

"Yes, i'm tired of being weak on this planet. We will leave tonight."

"Ok, I'll have to promote the COO to CEO while I'm gone. I'm not done with Earth yet." Jimin tells his younger brother.

"Very well hyung, but you're still going to help me rule Bangtan and Ringstar right?" Jungkook asked.

"Of course, but Earth is my vacation spot."

"I'm going to get Storm ready and put your little wife on the spaceship."

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"You're back!" Storm gasped internally cursing herself for sounding happy.

Jungkook laughed quietly at her reaction. "You missed me babe?"

"No, the tv got boring." She defended.

"Look, I need you to come with me somewhere."

"Where?" She asked full of suspicion.

"To the spaceship, we're leaving today. I would advise you to go willingly, I wouldn't want to use my powers on you again." He warned.

She figured it was no way out of this so she didn't try to argue. "Can I atleast say goodbye to Taehyung? I have to ask him about my mom."

"When Taehyung found out I was taking you he got mad and I had to put him in a cell but Jin will open it as soon as we leave. He will get to have my house and the money in it. I don't think saying goodbye to him is a good idea. It will only anger him."

"Ok." She quietly spoke. Jungkook walked over to her taking her hand.

"No argument or fight?" He questioned.

"What's the point, I wouldn't win." She conceded. Jungkook was happy she didn't fight against him. He didn't want to use his brainwashing abilities on her.

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"What are you thinking about?" Taehyung asked. His arms was chained to the cell. His only company was Rosé who was in the nearby cell.

"I don't know maybe how I could've gotten away if you wouldn't of ratted me out." Rosé yelled.

"Our plan would have never worked. Now he's going to take Storm away." He groaned.

"Don't worry, i'll keep her safe Taehyung. You need to worry about yourself now." Rosé suggested.

"You don't understand, taking care of someone else keeps me sane. Putting someone else needs before mine helped me get rid of the dark thoughts that just wants to destroy everything." He explained.

"Take care of yourself then Taehyung. I don't know why you are a murderous dick but i'm sure you can change. You need to find the root of your problem."

"Abandonment. Storm always tried to help people like her who was abandoned but me? I just want kill every privileged person who ever tried to wrong me. Storm found her parents, I already knew mines. My parents hated me, they beat me for the smallest things. I made a pledge that if anyone tried to harm me again they will end up dead." He explained.

"Killing people is only destroying yourself, worst than your parents did. You have talent Taehyung. I've seen some of your fashion designs. Don't waste it on revenge and trauma. You deserve better and its time you start treating yourself better."

Taehyung might didn't agree with her at the moment so he only nodded.

Their heads lifted up as Jungkook entered the room with keys in his hands.

"Jungkook let me out of here! I want to see my sister." Taehyung yelled at him.

"Really? Your sister knows what you did to her mother. I doubt she wants anything to do with you." Jungkook replied as he looked through the keys for the right one.

Taehyung eyes widened as he angrily banged his head against the bars.

"It's launch time Rosé." Jungkook stated as he opened the cell. He lifts her wrists to unleash her from the handcuffs but she had other ideas. Using her strength she headbutted Jungkook who didn't even move. He rolled his eyes before headbutting her back causing her to be knocked out.

"Really Jungkook?!! You couldn't of just commanded her to calm down or something?" Taehyung scolded.

"Atleast I knocked her out and didn't kill her. Besides she tried me first." He defended.

He dragged Rosé body out of the cell. Looking at Taehyung depressed figure in the cell he had sympathy.

"It was nice knowing you Taehyung, I mean that. I hope you change yourself for the better. You've been helpful to me and because of that once I leave tonight you will be free. Free from me and this cell. Be satisfied knowing that your sister will be taking care of and my assets will be given to you."

Taehyung scoffed at his words but part of him was happy he will finally be away from Jungkook. Owning his assets was also a plus. Yet he could never be satisfied now that his sister was gone.

"And Taehyung if I ever come back to this earth and I find out you're still murdering people, i'll kill you." Jungkook threatened as he continued to drag Rosé's body out the room.

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Storm sat boredly at the main area of the spaceship. It was bigger than she thought, almost like it was a medium sized house. So her mother really flew in one of these to get to Earth?

She did miss the little time she did have with her mom. But she also resented her for leaving her as a child.

"You look deep in thought." Jimin observed. Jimin was on babysitting duty making sure she didn't try to run but he was too busy admiring the interior of the spaceship to really be babysitting.

"I'm surprised you agreed to this. Why would you want to go to Bangtan when you own a big company on earth." Storm questioned.

"Maybe because I'm a prince of an entire planet on Bangtan." He scoffed.

"True, that was a dumb question to ask." Storm admitted.

"I'm surprised you're so calm for a girl leaving her home." Jimin observed.

"There's no use of throwing a fit. I don't think any of you are trying to kill me."

"Please, Jungkook would never hurt you, let alone kill you. Even if he wasn't in love with you you're still an innocent being. He doesn't hurt innocents. Plus I'll be there to keep him in check." Jimin reassured.

Jimin eyes turn to the attention of the door as Jungkook entered with an unconscious Rosé.

"What did you do to her?" Jimin worriedly asked making his way to check on her.

"She tried to attack me so I knocked her out."

"You couldn't of did it a safer way?" Jimin questioned sneering at his younger brother.

"Don't hurt innocents my ass." Storm thought to herself. Jungkook caught her eyes glaring at him.

"Don't look at me like that, I wouldn't do that to you." He said glancing over to Rosé. Storm said no words and ignored him making Jungkook roll his eyes. "Whatever I'm going to launch this ship."

Storm noticed as Rosé slowly woke up. Jimin rubbed her back encouraging her. She moaned in pain as she touched her bloody forehead. Looking around the room she noticed where she was and who she was in the room with.

Her eyes focused on Storm. "This is all your fault you stupid bitch! I told you to follow me to the car yet you refused." She spit. The younger girl shudder at her anger in guilt.

Jimin looked at Rosé, shocked at her words. "Your plan would have never worked. It's not anyone's fault. You two girls belong at your family's planet."

"I've could have gotten away if Storm would've just admitted to her obvious crush on Jungkook. 'Oh no Jungkook stay away from me please! But also please talk to me I miss you. Oh no Jungkook is killing people for me! That's not a red flag at all, I should just sit back and do absolutely nothing!'" Rosé mocked.

"What do you want me to say Rosé? I'm sorry for being stupid and naive! But if you really felt that way you should have just tried to leave Greenwood without me? It runs in the family to leave don't it?" Storm retorted.

"Admit you liked the attention Jungkook is giving you. It's probably helped with your daddy issues. You know I've met your father Storm, before you even did. Did you even try to look for him after you turn 18? Or were you too traumatized by your mother's death. Right, Lily's death is on you. Because she would've been alive if you would have saw how dangerous Taehyung was. But you don't run from the danger, you like it."

"That's enough Rosé! None of this is Storm's fault I don't know what's gotten into you." He scolded.

Rosé's words did hurt Storm. Deep down she knew she was right. This whole time she liked the attention Jungkook gave her. As an inspiring therapist she seemed to know everyone's problems but her own. She knew that Rosé wasn't really mad at her, just mad that she didn't listen to her. She knew that Jimin was loyal to Jungkook because he felt he owed him loyalty because how deceiving his father and mother was. She didn't fully understand why Jungkook was obsessed with her as much as he was. Just like she couldn't fully figure out why she couldn't hate him.

When Jungkook entered the room he saw tears come out her eyes. He quickly ran over to her embracing her in his arms. "What's wrong baby?"

Storm shooked her head refusing to tell. "She's not even trying to get out his arms." Rosé said chuckling at the scene before her.

Jungkook looked at her noticing the culprit of Storm's tears. Seeing Jungkook's detest Jimin spoke up. "Shut up already Rosé or I'll be knocking you out this time."

Storm continued to softly cry in her hands as Jungkook held her. "Poor baby, you're probably so tired. Let's get you to bed." He picked her up and started to carry her into a room.

The bedroom was fairly large for a spaceship with minimum and new furniture, thanks to Jimin.

Jungkook gently placed her onto the bed. "Oh gosh! Why do I like you?!" She screamed in her cries.

He couldn't take her cries seriously and laughed. "I mean why wouldn't you?”

She wiped her tears with her shirt finally stopping her cries. Jungkook went into the drawers and threw her nightclothes and underwear. "Get dressed while I'm in the bathroom."

"How do you know what size I wear?!!" She asked but he was already in the bathroom. She quickly got dressed wanting to avoid the fear that he will walk in on her.

Storm covered her ears as she heard a loud noise. She looks out the small window and see that the ship in launching and they are leaving Earth's atmosphere. She gasped in amazement of the stars that seemed like it was right in her reach.

However her eyes averted somewhere else as Jungkook jumped on the bed shirtless, only wearing nightpants. "What are you doing?" She asked.

"Going to bed?" He answered in an obvious tone.

"But this is my room!"

"It's a spaceship not a 5 star resort babe. There's only two rooms. I highly doubt you want to share one with Rosé." He explained. He was right Rosé probably will try to choke her in her sleep.

"Do you really have to sleep shirtless?" She asked.

Jungkook looked at her shirt with a smirk. "Do you really have to sleep with no bra on?"

She quickly crossed her arms to cover herself. "Girls don't wear bras to sleep idiot!"

"And most men don't wear shirts to bed. Now come on to bed it's dark outside."

"We're in space its always going to be dark outside." She retorted getting into the side of bed opposite to him. She got under the covers and looked at Jungkook. "Don't try anything."

"Someone's not into space sex I see."

"Sex?? We've only made out once and you're talking about sex."

"Space making out doesn't sound as exciting as space sex. Space making out doesn't even sound right!" He defended.

"Well you're not getting either." She said turning her back away from him.

"Goodnight love." He said softly pecking her cheek.

"What was that?”

"That was a space peck." He chuckled earning a slight grin from her.

He wrapped his arm around her torso cuddling her. "Do you really have to be all close to me?" She complained.

"Yeah, what if you try to escape."

"Escape where? Do you think i'll jump out of a spaceship?"

"Hmm. Who knows?" He mumbled before they both fell into a deep slumber.

chapter 14