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Latibule VIII

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (Mafia/Detective AU)

Summary: In which you didn’t know who he truly was- until it was too late. Or in which he found heaven in you.

Warnings: Secret Identity, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: last two chapters before the end of season 1! Thank you for enjoying the ride with me 🫶🏻

Masterlist, Latibule VII

Jung Hoseok watched over the glass of whiskey he was was sipping from as the last living member of the group entered the room. He smiled at Kim Taehyung as he plopped down on the seat with an exhausted sigh.

“Well, don’t you look good, Tae,” Namjoon drawled, his eyes focused on his tablet as he was ever so busy.

“I have no time to remove my makeup, hyung,” he replied in annoyance as he pointed at the faux bruises he had on his face from taping his latest movie. “Someone insisted I’d be here at this exact hour.” His eyes shifted at Seokjin who hadn’t said a word since he arrived, merely looking at them with emotionless eyes as though they were under a microscope.

“So why are we here, then?” Jungkook voiced out the unspoken query they had between them,

Hoseok placed down his glass with a thud, leaning forward, his arms hanging on his spread knees as he eyed them with a smile on his face. “Don’t you think it’s time to elect a leader?” He inquired curiously, his head tilted to the side as though he was overtly concerned. “There’s only so much violence and chaos our Kookie can do before they start taking advantage of our current predicament.”

Namjoon’s eyebrow lifted as he paused his reading on the tablet. He raised his eyes to Hoseok, his intelligent mind running a mile per second. “And just in time for her death anniversary, hyung.”

Hoseok’s gritted his teeth, his eyes hardening at the mere mention of her, of the person he fucking lost, “It’s what she would’ve wanted, Joonie,”

“Is it?” He drone with tone dripping with boredom. “Funny, I remember clearly how she never wanted to be part of our world…or am I wrong?”

Jungkook looked up thoughtfully from his phone, “For someone who didn’t want to be part of our world, Noona sure did know her way around knives and poisons.”

Jimin clicked his tongue at the golden maknae, “Don’t speak ill of the dead, Kookie.”

“It was a compliment, hyung!”

Amidst the chaos of arguments between the two, Hoseok looked at their oldest hyung- the original prince of the underworld. “You’re quiet, hyung.” he observed dryly, his smile pleasant as though he wasn’t the traitor that he was. “Do you have anything in mind?”

Seokjin stared at him with coldness in his eyes, how he was raised as the mafia prince showing as he regarded him with apathy and calmness. If it was anyone, they would have ran from the hills and yet, running wouldn’t have saved them. Nothing could have saved them should Seokjin chose to end them. “I’m just thinking about the traitor. Do you think he’s sitting with us right now, Hoseok?”

—-

Dominant.

That was how you would describe his kisses. Your Suga never did once hesitate, his lips strong and certain. He kissed you like he was starved, like he had been in hell for far too long and you were his first and only reprieve. And in between his kisses, you could feel his lips stretched into a smile. What you did not expect was his hands- of how soft his hands were as they cradled your head closer to him. You didn’t expect to feel the tremble in his hands as though he was having a difficult time controlling himself. What you most didn’t expect was how gentle he was as he caressed your cheek as though you were the most precious thing in the world.

And you were too powerless from his kisses. You held on to his thick wrist as he rested his forehead on yours.

He was breathing as hard as you were, and when you opened your eyes, he was already looking at you with softness and sparkle in his eyes that you never saw before.

“Okay?” He asked. You smiled at him as you nodded twice. You closed your eyes and savored this moment, your hand tracing every part of his face, forcing yourself to commit how he was at the very moment to memory.

“Okay,” you whispered.

Perhaps, what you didn’t anticipate and never thought of in your wildest dreams was how clingy he could be, you meant, looked at him! He was the least person you’d thought of to want to cuddle from how you knew him. You meant, wasn’t he the person who valued his personal space that he once pushed you to the side when you walked an inch closer to him back when you barely knew him?

His arms tightened on your waist when you attempted once again to get up from the bed. Suga had your head tucked firmly on under his chin, his leg in between your legs which further secured you to him.

You couldn’t leave him without him knowing about it. Yet, this didn’t deter you from attempting to get up.

“You’re going nowhere today, Angel,” he ordered grumpily, his body inching even closer to you, his cheek rubbing on your head like the cat you thought he was.

“We need to get up. We have work-“

“No, we don’t. We’ll call in sick today,” he murmured stubbornly, his hand rubbing your back softly. “I just got you. I can’t let you go.”

You looked up at him, and you swore at this very moment he looked so at peace and content that you couldn’t help but agree.

And so, you two called in sick.

“Then what should we do today?”

“Let’s go to the beach.”

Beach was a two-hour travel by bus and it was so worth it. The weather was perfect, and everything was so bright except for your companion who you couldn’t comprehend why was wearing black. He had his long hair on a half-bun, his eyes emotionless as though he wasn’t the one who suggested going to the beach. When you asked him why he wanted to go to the beach, he said that it was what the internet said when he researched where to go with your special someone. He said it so unapologetically that you weren’t able to say anything.

But heavens did you love it here. Back when everything wasn’t as difficult, your family would always go to the beach. You weren’t exactly rich, but your parents did everything to provide for you and sent you to medical school. Your whole life was just ahead of you until the tragedy happened. You thought you would never be genuinely happy again, but seeing him walk alongside you, your hand secured in his and as the wind blew his dark hair and the sound of waves were the only thing that could be heard, you were so certain you were happy again.

Suga made you happy.

He watched you fondly with his hands in his pockets as you skipped on the fine sand, your eyes crinkled to the sides as you dipped your feet on the warm sea. The emotion he had a hard time naming was now apparent to him- he was enraptured by you. You absolutely looked like an angel, he thought. And he would do anything to not bring his hell on you.

And without you noticing, he took a photo of you with the phone you gifted him before. The photo turned out to be low-quality, the resolution grainy but despite all that, it proved to be his favorite photo of you.

You were happy with him, Suga thought. An angel like you was happy with him.

“Why didn’t we…” you trailed off, unsure on how to ask him. He looked up at you from his lunch. The two of you decided to eat in the quaint restaurant situated on the seaside, the locals and tourists alike swarmed the place.

“Why didn’t we what, Angel?” He questioned as he placed more meat on your rice.

“You know…”

“I seem to not understand what you mean, Angel,” he commented confusedly, yet when you looked up at him he was attempting so hard to hide his smile.

You glared at him, “Why didn’t we do it?”

“Oh, that,” he pondered with his fingers stroking his chin as though in thought. “I knew it. You find me irresistible and I can’t blame you-“

“I take it back. I take it all back-“

Suddenly, he leaned closer to you, his finger tilting your chin up to him. “You have no idea how difficult it was to stop myself from taking you last night,” he divulged, his eyes were serious. “But Angel, you deserve more than a quick night. You deserve to be romanced.”

Suga told you he would be right back after your lunch. He said that he saw something in the souvenir shop that Jackson junior would loved. You waited and waited, however, you thought he was taking a lot longer than he should have.

You decided that you would just go to the shop, after all it was near to the bus station. You walked out of the restaurant. The sun was about to set, making the place looked more ethereal. You found it both beautiful and sad. You wondered when you’d be able to see this again. You were about to cross the road when a strong hand pulled you back so swiftly that you had no choice but to slam your body to his, as his other hand guided your waist to him.

A strong, loud horn from the car reverberated on the otherwise peaceful street as it sped away, barely missing your form.

Fuck.

Holy shit.

People swarmed at you as they asked you if you were okay, but all you could hear was the sound of heart beating so loud. All you could focused on was the arms that saved you. You were both on the ground, his body beneath you after he saved you and you could feel his arms trembled against you.

All of the noise faded as you looked up at Suga, beside him laid the paper bag of what he bought the child. He was looking at you with alarm, the memory of you about to get hit by a car because you didn’t see it was still fresh in his mind.

“Suga-“

“I told you,” he started, his teeth gritted with panic and anger. “I told you I only got you. I told you I cannot fucking lose you- that I can never lose you. What the fuck were you thinking? Didn’t you see the car!?”

You didn’t.

That was the truth, you didn’t see much. Because if you did, you would have seen him walked to you just as you exited the restaurant. He was almost in front of you that time, and yet, you didn’t see him.

You feared your condition was near its extremity.

One week passed since your almost accident. You stared at the paper white walls decorated by several diplomas and certificates of him. The clinic was quiet, the only thing that could be heard was the door opening and your doctor seating in front of you. He sighed.

And you were used to this.

Initially, you were hopeful that there was a cure, that an operation was possible. But there wasn’t a cure- they could only prolong your eyesight for so long. And the operation was something you could never afford. You needed to go abroad for it, you needed to recuperate for months for it- all those things were out of your hands. Your condition started when you lost your parents at that tragic accident. Your father was the kindest and most hardworking man, and he had the moral of a saint. That, you thought, was his downfall.

It was late at night when your father witnessed a murder. It was a huge news, you remembered. A senator perished that night, and your father was the key witness to it all. Immediately, your whole world was flipped around. Your family had to go into a witness protection program, leaving the life you knew behind. The days were idle and quiet, but at night the three of you were in trepidation of what could have happened.

Until one night, the unthinkable happened.

Your father was on edge, saying that the three of you were no longer safe there, that the police was not all on your side. You remembered the car ride like it was yesterday. You remembered your father driving with urgency away from the safe house.

You remembered the sudden light aimed beside you, illuminating all three of your inside the dark car. You remembered your mother’s panicked scream, your father’s agitated movements as he tried to dodge the car all to no avail. And then you remembered a car slamming on your side.

You woke up a week later with a terrible news: your parents didn’t make it.

But you did.

It was another three months later when signs started manifesting. The impact from the car accident was so severe that it affected your eyes.

“Did you already prepare, Ms. Y/N?” The doctor asked kindly after several beats of silence.

You chuckled at his worried eyes. He had always been kind to you, offering you help, sending you pamphlets of where you could get help, even going as far as researching for a service dog. He had a fatherly concerned for you, and you appreciated him. “I’m going blind, Doc. Not dying,” you reprimanded him with humor in your voice.

He didn’t return your smile and instead, he sighed before pushing his glasses up. “Did you tell your family?”

A beat of silence. “I have none.”

“Do you have…anyone?”

It was dark when you arrived, your eyes focused on your feet as your conversation with your doctor played in your head. You had limited time. You were almost near when you looked up and saw Suga waiting for you outside your shared home. He smiled the moment he saw you, the sides of his eyes crinkled. He walked to you and before you knew it, he had his arms around you. Your face was buried on his muscular chest, inhaling his muscular scent.

He smelled like home, you thought.

Maybe you did have someone.

Maybe you had him.

“Affirmative, boss,” a man hidden in the shadows said in his earpiece, his eyes trained on the living leader of the mafia world. “Agustd is alive.”

Tip Jar

Latibule IX

[bts-hyperfixation]

Outside of the Fox

Chapter 26 of 30

1860 words

Y/N longs for a new life when the one she’d been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

Last

Other than a few more patches of turbulence, and some very distracting heavy petting, you make it through your first flight relatively unscathed. Being in first class allows you to disembark quickly and make it through immigration before the majority even have a chance to join the queue. At baggage Yoongi and Hobi grab a cart and usher the rest of you out of the door. Namjoon looks uncomfortable at the thought of not helping with the bags but Jungkook clinging to his arm doesn't really allow him to be of much use anyway.

A private transfer is waiting for you all outside and you pile into the very back with Namjoon and Jungkook. Jungkook's leg bounces with anticipation, you can't help reaching out to hold him still. He looks up at you sheepishly, smiling shyly. Now it's finally down to just the pack he is starting to calm down, it seems mostly just his excitement for the vacation is left. 

Namjoon on the other hand seems to be becoming more and more anxious the longer the trip goes on, a problem you don't think is going to resolve itself anytime soon. 

Everyone else seems to be more than ready to get to the beach. Jimin and Taehyung are talking excitedly over Jin about what they want to do when they get to the villa. The doctor looks between the two of them with mild fascination on his face, like he is conducting research more than actively taking part in a conversation. And you can hear Yoongi's laughter before you see him and Hobi come around the corner.

It looks like Hoseok had offered to push the cart by himself, only for the cart to be a little wonky. It turns and runs away from him frequently, leaving Hobi to look more than a little panicked each time. Yoongi just giggles and lets it happen, making you think that perhaps he had offered more assistance before.

Eventually, he does manage to straighten the course long enough to get the cart close to the van, giving up about 10 feet out. Namjoon clambers out of the back and rushes over to help with the luggage. No one misses the glare he gives Yoongi.

"Oh loosen up Joonie." The Jackal sighs, standing on his tiptoes to kiss Namjoon on his cheek.

The bear just grumbles under his breath and continues to haul bags from the cart and into the trunk. It's a tight fit but he manages to squish them all in through spite alone. Yoongi slides into the driver's seat, Namjoon taking the passenger side, leaving Hobi to squish into the back with you and Kookie. 

Jungkook slides a little closer to you to allow more room for the human and leans his head on your shoulder.

"You smell different." He comments, burying his nose into your neck.

"Probably just the aeroplane air." You shrug not really thinking about it.

But Jungkook persists, his nose pressing deeper into your skin. He sniffs along your jaw, down your neck, all the way to your collarbones. That's where he lingers the longest. His tongue flicks out as he reaches your cleavage and you push him away giggling, your cheeks all of a sudden rather warm. 

"It's Jin." He states, eyes fixed on yours.

"What's me?" The doctor says testing in his chair.

"The thing that smells different... Y/N reeks of Jin."

"Well, they did just sit next to each other for hours." Jimin points out.

"That's not it... If that was it then Hobi would stink of Taehyung and he doesn't..." Jungkook twists his head.

You and Jin make eye contact waiting to see what conclusion the Bunny draws, hoping he might just drop it. But of course, he doesn't, and now the whole van is paying attention, even Yoongi glances occasionally in the rearview, although the amusement in his eyes suggests he already knows why you smell so strongly of Jin. 

"We... cuddled." You supply 

"Just cuddled?" Hoseok raises his brow.

"Why does it matter?" Jin interrupts.

"I don't suppose it does... Although Taehyungie is looking rather put out." Hoseok laughs, although there is an air of jealousy in his own tone. 

The panda looks less than impressed for having been called out and turns away from the group, pouting to himself. Jimin takes pity and drops the topic, trying to distract Tae instead and Jin seems content to remove himself too. 

Jungkook seems to make it his mission for the remainder of the car ride to make you smell more like him, running his hands across your waist, and kissing all along your throat. Ever since he kissed you for the first time, it seemed like he couldn't get enough of touching you. It also seemed like he had become far more comfortable with Taehyung and Hoseok too, you had caught him lusting after the pair on more than one occasion, although he hadn't quite worked up the confidence to do anything about it yet. 

The villa you pull up outside of has you do a double take. It's breathtakingly stunning. The grounds are lush, green, and well-manicured. The pool is large, with a jacuzzi section and a slide. The patio is littered with lounge chairs, with a BBQ and bar in the corner. You could probably spend an hour out here just exploring.

But Jimin grabs your attention as he throws open the front door and gasps. 

You follow him along to see what the excitement is about. Taehyung grins to himself as he watches you all take in the humungous living space. The villa puts your humble cottage to shame. A cinema screen takes up the far wall with beanbags and blankets layout before it. The kitchen is to die for and you can already see the way it has garnered Yoongi's gaze. 

Jimin takes the stairs two at a time, dragging Jungkookie with him in a rush to pick their own rooms. 

"Hey! Wait for me," Taehyung yells as he runs after the pair. 

Jin spots a hallway off to the side and takes it as his opportunity to wander off, leaving you with Namjoon.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You ask.

"Talk about what?" He mumbles.

"Why your mood is so sour." 

He had the sense to look a little bit guilty about his attitude. It's hard to miss the way he has retreated in on himself. He avoids your eyes, pretending to take in the new surroundings. You take his hand and lead him away from the living room and out onto the back patio. 

The back is almost more stunning than the front. A wondrous flower garden with plenty of places to get lost in. Namjoon seems to get a little caught up in the new environment. He takes you along with him as he admires different flowers. You aren't sure if he is genuinely enamoured with the place, or if he is just trying to avoid talking to you about his real issues. 

Eventually, you come across a bench and pull him to sit down with you. You sit side by side for a little while, watching as a butterfly flits past. 

"I don't want to ruin everyone's vacation." Namjoon sighs eventually.

"Then don't." You shrug.

"I just can't help but feel like I'm not doing enough for everyone. I could never have afforded anything like this for them." He leans his elbows on his knees and places his face in his hands. 

You reach across his shoulders to comfort him and he leans slightly into the embrace.

"Do you really think anyone cares that you aren't the one who paid for this trip?" You ask him.

"I care." He growls

"Namjoon, you need to get over this. It was one thing when you were the only one catering to a pack of four... But there are so many more of us now, it's unreasonable for you to think you should be the only one contributing anymore." The bear huffs defeated, it's like he knows you're right but he just can't let go. You hear him sniffle and your heart breaks for him. You turn yourself more into him, holding him tighter. His hands come away from his face and he pulls you into his lap. His face buries into the crook of your neck and he holds you for a while. 

He holds you until you are both sticky with sweat from the heat. The air around you two becomes unbearably humid by the time he lets you go just a little. He pulls back to look in your eyes, and you reach up to push the sweaty hair away from his forehead. 

"I'm still the pack leader. I want to do more for all of you." He whines in a petulant voice you've never heard from him before

"You do plenty." You point out, smoothing his hair down even more.

You play with the short strands, curling them around in your fingers.

"You provide so well for your pack Joonie. You put a roof over our heads, food in our stomachs, love in our hearts... You could never do more for us."

He takes in your words, blinking slowly.

"When... when you say love in our hearts. Do you mean that as a collective... or as an individual?" He asks

It's only then you realise what you might've admitted to. 

You think about it for a moment and he waits patiently for your answer.

"I mean it as both." You confirm. 

You can practically feel the way his mood shifts, his scent changing from acrid smoke to comforting warmth. 

"Could you... could you say it as an individual?" His expression turns shy.

"I love everything you do for your pack Joonie. I love how you protect us. and... I think I'm in love with you, just a little bit..." You say, suddenly going shy yourself. 

"I think I'm in love with you too, and I don't think I am the only one." He responds. 

You lean forward into his embrace and he kisses you softly once, and then twice, and then the kisses don't stop until you are both out of breath and you are panting in his lap. The sweat is dripping down your temples, the air sticky and gross, but neither of you pulls away regardless of how hot the world seems.

"Y/N-ah? Joon? Are you out here?" Jin calls through the bushes.

"Over here," Namjoon calls back.

He leans his forehead against yours and waits for Jin to stumble across the pair of you.

"Well, don't you two look cosy." Jin comments smiling at the pair of you. "And you look like you're feeling a bit better." 

He reaches out and ruffles Namjoon's hair. 

"The others sent me to find you, they want to play some game in the pool and apparently we need teams of four." He says.

Jin holds out his hand and helps you off of Namjoon's lap. You cringe when you feel how clammy your palm is in his. Suddenly, you could think of nothing more refreshing than a dip in the pool.

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ALICE IN WONDERLAND AU ♤ PART 7: JIN

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Pairing: White Queen!Jin x fem reader

Word count: 2,655

"Y/n! Look at this!" Jungkook laughed.

Lifting your gaze, you saw him making a silly face while balancing a teacup on his bunny ears.

Joyous laughter bubbled up and slipped out of you while you clapped your hands, applauding him for his entertaining trick.

"You're so cute, Kookie!" You gushed. "Will you let me pet your ears?"

"Of course." He laughed and walked over, bending down to let you stroke his soft and fuzzy bunny ears.

Another happy giggle spilled out of you.

What's going on? You wondered. Is this a dream? Why am I so little?

You were seeing things from your point of view, but you couldn't control what you were saying or doing. Was this a memory, perhaps?

"Would you like more tea, Miss Y/n?" Taehyung offered.

"Yes! Your tea is the best, Tae."

"The best in Wonderland." He winked as he poured you a cup of tea.

Scampering along the table was the dormouse, who pushed the container of sugar cubes over to you. You giggled, thanking the small animal before taking a couple and dropping them into your tea before taking a sip of it.

Looking over, you saw Namjoon blowing smoke in different shapes that grabbed your attention, your eyes following them as they dissipated into the air.

"Joonie, you're so talented!" You gushed. "How do you do that?"

He grinned, showing his dimples. "Lots of practice."

All of a sudden you were lifted up onto someone's back. It was Jimin. He started to run around the tea party, lightly jostling you as he did so.

"Jiminie, run faster!" You giggled.

Before he could fulfill your request, you were abruptly lifted off his back and into the air.

"Hey!" Jimin frowned.

"It's my turn." A deep voice spoke.

You recognized it as Yoongi.

He held you bridal style and floated around.

"Cat boy!" You squished his cheeks.

"I told you to call me Yoongi."

"I like to call you cat boy."

He rolled his eyes but laughed anyway.

Gathered at the table below were the boys, all of which you recognized except one. A handsome man with dark brown hair sat at the table, laughing happily with a small pastry in his hand. Little you waved at him to which he returned the gesture, blowing you a hand kiss.

Childhood you seemed to know who he was, but current you had no idea.

All of a sudden, you were no longer in Yoongi's arms and were stood in the rose garden at Hoseok's castle. There was a bucket of paint in one hand and a paintbrush in the other. Hoseok was standing over you smiling brilliantly as you painted the white roses red, coating them in the crimson hue.

"Good job, Y/n. You're so smart for suggesting this." He grinned brightly.

Your eyes slowly opened only to be met with a gray, cloud-covered sky. Glancing around, you realized you were in some sort of outdoor execution area. You could see Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi, and Jungkook in front of you. All five boys were stuck in guillotines, their hands and necks bound in place.

Sitting up high in a theater balcony and looking down on them was none other than Hoseok. His eyes met yours and it felt like he was piercing daggers through you.

You tried to go after the boys to free them, but you were being held firmly in place by the card knights.

"Please let them go, Hoseok!" You pleaded desperately.

"It's too late for that my dear Y/n." He said.

All five of the imprisoned men looked at you and your heart sank with an overwhelming sense of guilt. Somehow you felt this was all your fault.

"Off with their heads!" Hoseok shouted and all the blades on the guillotines fell down.

"No!" You shrieked and shot upright at such a brisk speed that it almost made you dizzy.

Your chest heaved with each heavy breath you took and a thin layer of sweat covered your forehead as your frantic gaze moved hastily about to room only to realize you were in an unfamiliar place. Everything was white except the tiles on the floor, which were black and white checkered. You were lying on a couch of the same chalky shade as everything else, still in your dress from Hoseok, which was tattered and stained with dirt.

The sound of heels clicking against the floor reached your ears. When you looked up, you saw a woman in a short, white dress. Her hair was the same snowy hue as her attire and she wore dark makeup that stood out from her pale appearance. In her hands was a tiny tray with medical supplies lined along it. When she finally saw you were sitting upright, she let out a gasp, immediately exiting the room in a hasty manner. A few seconds later, a handsome man in a white turtleneck and thin wire frame glasses walked in carrying the tray of medical supplies. Your gaze was glued to him, mesmerized by his beauty. It was then that something connected in your head, like two wires coming together to form a spark.

"Jin!" You uttered the name like second nature, shifting to stand up.

"Whoa. You don't need to move." He advised, pulling a chair over to sit in.

The supplies were set on a nearby table and Jin carefully pulled your dress up to your knees, revealing multiple cuts and scratches on your legs.

"So you remember after all." He stated.

"I guess I do." You spoke quietly.

The way his name left your mouth like you'd said it a hundred times was strange. When you saw him in that dream—that flashback, you didn't know him, yet when you awoke and laid eyes on him, you knew exactly who he was.

"Your friends are here."

"Really?"

You couldn't help but feel a sense of both relief and happiness. Everyone was okay.

"They came to me after Hoseok's knights took you away. They were very worried." He grabbed a washcloth and dipped it into a bowl of water before wringing it out. "This might hurt." He warned before carefully cleaning your injuries.

You winced as the cloth passed over the tender and damaged skin, pulling your lip between your teeth in an attempt to get through the stinging sensation.

"You took a nasty fall out there." Jin commented.

"How did you find me? I was alone."

"You weren't far from my castle. One of my loyal subjects was out walking and found you passed out in the grass. You're very lucky."

He set the stained cloth aside and took some ointment on a small cosmetic spatula, gently spreading it over the cuts. He then retrieved some bandages and wrapped them around the injuries on your legs, touching you with the utmost caution, acting as if you were delicate porcelain that would break if he was too harsh.

"Thank you."

"It's no problem, my dear." Jin smiled.

Your heart fluttered. Wow. He's dreamy.

"I'll go get you some fresh clothes." He excused himself, walking out of the room.

He returned moments later with a stack of white garments. You thanked him once again and started to stand up only to fall down onto the floor, the cuts on your legs hurting more than you thought.

"Here. Let me help you, princess." Jin offered, bending down to help you up off the marble floor.

You slung your arm over his wide shoulders as he pulled you to your feet, slowly walking out into the hall and bringing you to a small room.

"You can change in there. I'll be right out here." He informed you, taking a seat on a small bench in the corridor.

You stepped into the room where you changed out of the dirt-stained dress and into the fresh clothes Jin had so kindly provided you with. While in the room, you removed the red extensions that had been clipped into your hair, glancing in the mirror to check your appearance.

The outfit Jin gave you was casual, but not anything frumpy-looking. It consisted of a fuzzy cardigan, a white tank top, and loose pants. For shoes it was a pair of simple slip ons. The drawstring pants he provided you with were extremely loose in the legs and made of soft fabric that you couldn't seem to keep your hands off of.

Jin stood up and looked at you as soon as you emerged from the room, a bright smile spreading across his face.

"You look lovely."

"I know I keep saying this, but thank you... for everything. You brought me fresh clothes and took care of my wounds." To further convey your gratitude, you wrapped your arms around Jin, giving him a light squeeze.

He hugged you back, humming softly in contentment. "You're welcome, Y/n."

When you pulled away, he gazed down at you with a fondness in his eyes that made your stomach flip. Leaning down, Jin placed a chaste kiss to your forehead.

"C'mon. Your friends will want to see you."

Jin's hand took hold of yours, careful to walk at a more leisurely pace since your legs were injured and more than likely in pain. He escorted you down a wide set of stairs that led to the common room located at the entrance of his castle.

As you descended the staircase, you spotted all five of the boys sitting around, all of them looking worried as they waited. When they heard footsteps approaching, they all looked up to see who it was.

A cheery chorus of your name was exclaimed as all of them started making their way towards you.

"Hey! Be careful. She's injured." Jin scolded before they could get any closer.

The five of them stopped and let you get to the bottom of the steps before engulfing you in a group hug.

"Thank goodness you're okay." Taehyung sighed.

"I was worried." Jungkook spoke. "I didn't know if you'd made it to Taehyung after you left us."

"Me too." Jimin agreed, his eyes looking glossy.

"Thank you all for worrying about me. Really. It means the world."

"Jin said it seemed like you tripped over a tree root and passed out." Namjoon shook his head. "Clumsy girl."

Though his words were a bit brash, you could see concern and relief behind his brown eyes.

"Well, when you're scared and running from an army of knights, you're bound to trip over something." You shot back playfully. "Ah. I have news! While I was unconscious, I had the strangest dream. That dream turned out to be memories of this place from when I was little."

"You remember?" Taehyung's face lit up.

Unable to hold back the grin on your face, you nodded, smiling brightly.

"Oh. Yoongi, sorry I called you cat boy all those years ago."

He chuckled and shook his head. "It's okay, darling. You were little."

"Jungkook and I heard Hoseok captured you. What happened?" Jimin asked.

"Did he hurt you?" Taehyung inquired.

"Did he throw you in a cell?" Jungkook questioned.

"No. None of that. He was actually very nice."

"What?" Everyone's eyes went wide, their mouths agape in disbelief.

"Don't be like that." Jin chastised. "Let her talk. I'm sure she has an explanation."

"He's got some anger issues." You began.

"Tell me about it." Yoongi grumbled under his breath.

In turn, Jin shot him a warning glance which shut him up.

"He told me how you all used to be friends and that you made him feel left out. He said you all preferred to hang out with Jin rather than him and it made him sad."

"That's not true!" Jungkook protested.

"Yes it is and you know it." Namjoon crossed his arms. "It's our fault he is the way he is."

"That's true." Taehyung agreed. "There's not a day that goes by that I don't feel bad for the way we treated him."

"Hobi was actually really fun to be around. I guess we all just forgot about him when Jin joined the friend group." Jimin voiced. "We never meant to cast him aside."

"You all know that was a pretty crummy thing to do." You frowned softly.

They all nodded, agreeing silently.

"Hoseok still seems really upset by it. Though I'm no different than you all."

"What do you mean by that?" Yoongi inquired.

"I ran away from him. He figured out at least one of you had... kissed me." You uttered the last part quietly. "He wasn't happy about it. In fact, he was enraged. It terrified me, so I took off. As I was fleeing, he called for his knights to capture you five so he could cut off your heads."

The group shared a brief look of concern.

"Cut off our heads?" Jimin echoed.

"He wouldn't do that." Said Namjoon.

"How do you know?" Yoongi challenged.

"Hoseok was never like that."

"We haven't spoken to him in years. He could have changed."

"Yoongi has a point." Jungkook spoke up.

As the five of them bickered back and forth, Jin stepped forward, gently tapping your shoulder.

"Y/n, will you come with me for a moment? I'd like to talk to you in private." Jin requested, pulling you away from the group. "Let's walk."

You fell into step with him, walking into a separate room that put some distance between you and the commotion.

"You probably think I'm the bad guy after hearing Hoseok's story." Jin sighed.

"Not really. Truthfully, I think it's just a big misunderstanding that never got fixed. I think you all went about it the wrong way."

"I believe you're right. I still feel awful about it. Hoseok was my best friend. I should have apologized and fixed things already."

"Why haven't you?"

"To be honest, I'm scared."

"What's there to be scared of?" You inquired.

"Facing Hoseok after all these years, I suppose. That's what I'm scared of. He could refuse to accept my apology, and he has every right to do so."

"I'm going to be totally honest. Is that okay?"

"Of course it is." He spoke sincerely, reaching out and grasping your hand.

"I think Hoseok is still open to an apology. He's still hurt. If you apologize, it would be the first step to rebuilding your friendship. You should make amends."

"You think he'll accept it?"

"I know he will. I could see the hurt in his eyes and an apology would begin to fix that."

"Thank you, Y/n. You truly have grown up to be a brilliant and beautiful young lady." Jin leaned down, kissing your cheek softly. "Let's go back to your friends."

On the way back down to the common room, concern for the boys' safety crossed your mind. Jin agreed to apologize, but Hoseok didn't know that. For all you knew, he was still in a blind rage.

"Jin, are the boys safe here? Hoseok won't come and try to behead them will he?" You questioned fretfully.

"Of course they're safe here. And no, Hoseok isn't that violent." Jin said. "He's all bark no bite—and I mean that in the best way. I know he seems scary, but he wouldn't hurt a fly."

When the two of you rejoined the group, you filled them in on what you and Jin had discussed. If anything were to change, the boys would have to do something.

"Are you all open to apologizing and making amends with Hoseok?" Jin asked.

There was a resounding and collective yes from the group, all five of them in agreement.

"Good." He gave a nod of finality. "We'll all go together."

Before anyone could move an inch, the front doors to the castle burst open and in stormed Hoseok, looking angrier than when you had left him.

"Give her back to me, Jin!" He demanded.

➯ Finale

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The Bangtan GC 📱

3. Who’s your bias? 🤔

•••

Synopsis: you (yn 🦊) are in a members-only group chat with BTS 💜

Pairings: platonic! ot7 x gn! reader

Warnings: slight angst

A/n: reader is gn (gender neutral) so read honorific’s as they apply to you, just my interpretation of who I think would bias who in this 8th member fic world, just meant to be fun not serious at all! Enjoy!

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🦊: I’m bored someone entertain me

🐻: can you not just leave your room and talk to us? we’re literally right next door?

🦊: but what’s the fun in that? then we can have these texts forever till we’re old and grey🥰

🐹: speak for yourself baby petal I may be getting old but I’m aging like fine wine 🍷

🐨: no one says that about themselves Jin hyung…

🐱: Jin hyung does

🐿: want me to spam the gc with old pictures of us yn-ie? we can reminisce the trainee days…😄

🐥: don’t dare Hobi hyung!! I don’t wanna to see my old hair…

🐰: I second that…

🦊: ughhhhhh

🐰: I felt that in my soul

🐥: ooh I have a fun question

🐱: ??

🐥: it has all the ingredients to properly entertain yn-ie… suspense, intrigue, drama…

🦊: oohh what’s the question minnie??

🐥: oh wouldn’t you like to know

🐰: they just said they did hyung?!

🐻: I want to know Minnie!!!! Ask me!!!!

🐥: if we each were part of army… who would be our bias?

🐨: oh here we go…

🐹: I’d bias myself

🐰: you can’t bias yourself hyung

🐹: that wasn’t a rule kookie

🦊: cmon oppa/hyung we know you’d be a joonie bias

🐥: hmm I think Jin hyung would be a yn bias

🐱: of course he would be

🐰: Yoongi hyung would also be a yn bias… maybe I am too

🦊: don’t be so dramatic guys, we all know Yoongi is a jimin bias

🦊: and kookie you’re 100% a namjoon bias, be so for real…

🐰: why you gotta out me like that

🐿: you don’t keep it quiet koo hahahaha

🐰: Hobi hyung is such a jimin bias too

🐥: he gives Jungkook bias vibes too though

🐻: who’s biasing me?😅

🐥: who do you think Tae? Me and yn obvs…

🐨: did you just admit Tae is your favourite Jimin?

🐻: wow thanks minnie🥹

🐻: feeling the love just waiting for my little one to admit it now

🦊: hope your not talking about me

🐻: who else is my little one? Jk is literally taller than me…

🦊: I would be an ot8 guys sorry, couldn’t pick

🐿: aw yn-ie that’s such a boring answer ✋🏻

🦊: Hobi!!!😭

🐿: I mean it’s sweet but… where’s the drama??

🐰: noona/hyung, you are kinda screaming Tae bias but also Jin bias??

🦊: but I love you all😭

🐱: wow a confession

🐨: we love you too baby petal🫶🏻

🐹: yah just accept your Jin bias status baby petal

🦊: but you don’t even bias me back oppa/hyung…

🐹: I did neither confirm nor deny little one

🦊: so that’s a yes?

🐹: …

🐹: it’s not a no…

🐿: AH-HA JIN HYUNG IS AN YN BIAS

🐱: okay so yn is a Jin bias, Jin is a yn bias, Tae and Minnie are obvs each other’s bias, Kook is a Joon bias… does that mean Joon is a kook bias?

🐨: I would bias the golden maknae for sure

🐰: sobbing

🐨: can you sob over my plants they need more watering?

🦊: Yoongi oppa/hyung you kinda give Hobi bias vibes

🐱: I’ll take that

🐿: thank you hyunggggg

🐿: I’ll bias you back hyung!!!

🐥: wow we’re all being so wholesome, this is not the drama I expected?

🦊: now let’s decide bias wreckers 😈

🐱: 🤦🏻

🐻: I’m a yn bias wrecker… there I said it

🦊: omg I was gonna say the same thing Tae 🥹

🐻: that you bias wreck yourself?

🦊: no- you, silly 🙄

🐻: ah- well thank you 🙄

🦊: you’re welcome 🙄

🐻: you’re stinky 🙄

🦊: back at your bro 🙄

🐻: double back at you, second brightest light in my life 🙄

🦊: wow- heartfelt or what 🙄

🐻: what?

🦊: what?

🐻: I asked you what

🦊: but I’m confused

🐻: it couldn’t be a simpler question

🐨: are yous gonna be a while or?

🐥: I love watching my babies argue 🥹

🐰: I hate watching my noona and hyung/hyungs argue 😔

🐱: we’ve reached chaos again

🐿: I’m gonna admit I’m a jimin bias wrecker hahahah

🐥: awww hyung!!! I’m a Hobi bias wrecker fr!!!

🐰: but I want Hobi as my bias wrecker 😔

🐥: you can still have him koo, there’s plenty of sunshine to go around…

🐱: I might be a Jin bias wrecker if we had to pick…

🐹: I’m a jk bias wrecker and proud

🦊: joonie?

🐨: uh- Suga hyung I guess

🦊: you okay joonie?

🐨: all fine, yn-ie

🐻: no bc no one picked Joon bias wrecker!!

🐻: sorry hyung!! I’ll bias wreck you!!

🐰: that means yn noona/hyung isn’t bias wrecked🥹

🦊: aw it’s just a game guys

🐰: but it’s not fair 😪

🐨: hyung’s okay koo, I just got in my head

🦊: aw joonie 🥺

🐱: we’re all undercover rap monster stans anyways

🐥: BIAS THE LEADER

🐰: NAMJOON IS MY PRESIDENT

🐻: NAMJOON IS MY KING

🦊: NAMJOONING IS MY LIFESTYLE

🐿: awwww look at all your dongsaengie’s joonie 🫶🏻

🐨: thanks guys

🐥: that conversation got more sentimental that I thought wow

🐹: ig we’re all ot8 army’s anyway right

🐿: yes yes 🫶🏻���🏻

🐰: I bias you all fr

🐱: this is so cheesy

🐱: but fr I love you all we’re tied by the red string of fate anyway

🐨: hyung- your obsessed with this red string of fate

🐱: because it’s true

🦊: thanks for entertaining me guys I’m sleepy now, goodnight!

🐰: noona/hyung! You can’t just dip like that it’s too early! Come play games with us in the game room🥺

🐥: we’re playing Fall Guys yn-ie 😏✋🏻

🐻: and I have snacks…

🐿: I’m coming to supervise

🐹: me too

🐨: coming too!

🐱: fine I’m omw…

🦊: say no more… it’s game night!! hehehe

🐰: hurry noona/hyung, Tae just stole player one from me🥺

🦊: Tae…

🐻: kookie always gets player one but✋🏻

🦊: I’m coming to sort this out…

🐥: yay ot8 game night!!!

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A/n: I have no idea if this made sense or how to end this text thread but it preludes the next proper 8th member fic… it’s game night with Bangtan🫶🏻 hope you thought it was fun!

[spookyserenades]

Soooo I'm back and i wrote an essay:

Chapter 10

I love the Scooby Doo gang a lot. How Namjoon is eager to learn and help. Also the fact that it brings them together without too many fights 😂

The brewery scene was hot and unexpected. I'm saying unexpected because i kinda hoped she'd go over to the waiter and everyone will be Uhm Ma'am sit yo ass down. But i liked it nonetheless with killer teddy bear being all mrrr. Also, Hobi and miss gorl Alice i see you and you need to either get to it and make us super jealous or nothing at all😭

The surprises for Namjoon and Jimin were so sweet they warmed my heart. The lengths she'll go for them is unimaginable. Like she could've just been like yep there you go a house and food do your thing, but no, she has a big heart.

Now the 3 events. Liked Hobi's, but I'm a lot more inclined towards Yoongi's and Tae's. The fact that be only has eyes for her my love🥹 I want one pls! And then Tae's i get on another level. As an artist myself, i tend to paint people i love a lot, to get the appreciation back is absolutely ecstatic. Also very touchy touchy sir i see you too👀

And then the cliffhanger, bad Dana. Very bad.

Chapter 11

I need to know how the fight went down between them 3. Like air, Dana, I'm telling you! Poor Hobi, he probably thought he's getting kicked out 🥺

Kookie kookie kookie, you are more smitten than we thought you were. Hiding it under the I needed to scent, oh Jin will be a pain. Shut up you lil bastard 😏

And the scenting? I was so giddy...give us more pretty please ☺️

WE HAVE MORE HORSES! Are we also getting a y/n ride scene? It doesn't have to be a horse tho 👀

OMG good job Hannah! Oh i'm happy she is getting a better life. Can't wait to meet her. 🤭🫢😧😐😒Scrap that! Hannah is competition.

Oop jumpscare! Yoongi baby you are wearing JK's personality and that doesn't suit you.

Oh babies🥺🥺🥺

Oh what? Question mark? The bar is...what? Very cryptic. Ok.. Yoongi you locked the door you didn't make the room soundproof. Did they talk about sharing her between themselves? Cuz I'd like to read that as well 😏

Ooop like a sack of potatoes. Uuuuu, are we ever honna see y/n extra super drunk like at that bar?

NOOOO FUCK! YOU ARE SO EVIL WOMAN WHYYYYY?😭😭😭😭

Hiii love nice to hear from you again!! Hope you're well, I can't wait to discuss your thoughts about the last two chapters with you! 💞💞

Chapter Ten -

fdsjfdsjf the Scooby Doo gang I love that!!! MC, Joonie, and Jeongguk make quite the little paranormal investigation squad, I'm definitely looking forward to writing some more adventures the trio will go on with their ghostbusting interests. AHH and the brewery scene was so fun, they hybrids getting to go out and have a good time with MC and Alice was really exciting for me to write. I did play with the idea of MC flirting with the waiter as well, but in the end I wanted to display some of Taehyung's growing possessiveness. Besides-- MC definitely has her hands full with the seven of them! As for Hoseok and Alice *evil laughter* 💀 there are some plot lines that I have planned surrounding those two... we're just going to have to wait and see how it pans out (and how MC will react to it!!!)

MC is just ahhh I want her to adopt me fhdksf like her gift giving skills are unmatched. She really wants all of the hybrids to feel at home and like they have their own belongings, spaces, etc. that make their lives more happy and comfortable. She really really cares for them all 🥺

Hehehe the three events~ for Hoseok's track meet, it was a sort of supportive bestie vibe, whereas Yoongi's and Tae's had a bit more of a romantic feel to them. Tae.. my goodness he probably sees MC as his muse or something, because she's the one who encouraged her to participating in the photography club in the first place. I hope he continues to take pics of her and make friends in the club, as well. He's such a sweet boy, he definitely could use some buddies.

rjGFJDGHD BAD DANA!! I can't help myself with the cliffhangers hehe I'm sorry love!!! 🤭

Chapter Eleven -

So the little spat between Hoseok and Jeongguk... We've seen Hoseok's sort of jokester personality, and I really think he wasn't trying to start anything, but with Jeongguk already on edge needing to scent her again, things got a little heated between those two. Joon, not wanting to upset MC like he had during The Incident (with Tae), played the part of peacemaker, which I think shows how willing he is to change and grow for MC. I think you're right, Hoseok was probably entertaining the idea that MC would be angry enough at him to "kick him out", but MC would never. 😭

AHH and Jeongguk. What a tease!!! I definitely think that he is starting to grow more fond of MC, even though he is a bit reluctant to show it. For some reason, too, he seems to sense how fond Seokjin is of MC, so often brings up his own concern for MC and covers it up by blaming Seokjin hehe....

I do plan on having some horseback riding scenes!! Of course, with our cowboy Jimin, maybe we'll get to see him teach MC how to ride also I see what you did there wink wonk ;)

Hannah!! Good news for her, good news for Seokjin, but MC is already feeling a little jealous. I wonder how things will go down when MC takes Seokjin to meet up with Hannah...

Yoongi being a little impatient and brisk with MC made me upset, too, especially since he's always been one of the softer ones with her. That's probably why MC could sense something was wrong. As for them talking about sharing her, that's certainly a drabble idea, but also, I'm toying with the idea of having it sort of an unspoken agreement between all of the hybrids... we'll see how I decide in the future!!!

SO! When I finally get around to all of the prequels, I plan on having that scene with MC at the bar with Yoongi. Something to look forward to in the future-- his prequel, Fire, Walk with Me. ❤️‍🔥

fjkdszkjfzsjd SORRY FOR BEING EVIL!!! But also thank you for sending me all of your lovely thoughts. Sending you hugs, bestie!! 😘

[chryblossomjjk]

minnie looks so small compared to kookie n kookie looks so small compared to joonie

[whalyrae]

OK THIS IS FOR THE DANCE WITH ME ENTHUSIAST I HAVE AN IMPORTANT QUESTION.

[queenofdragons12]

The Queen

The Queen

❣❣ PARING :: BTS [ot7] x f! reader

❣❣ GENERE :: fluff, fantasy, smut

❣❣ WORD COUNT :: n/a

❣❣ WARNINGS: none just fluff, slightly suggestive teams and some smut at the beginning. Heavily unedited, not munc proof read.

❣❣ NOTE:

Will perhaps be a series if I want to.

That’s what they’ve always called you. But to you it never meant anything other then a foolish titlle. But when he — no wait — they, say it it’s definitely doing something to you.

You shiver as you look up at those beautiful eyes of jungkook as he’s having the time of his life playing with your nipples.

“My gosh you look so fine my queen!” He moans as he nips at your nipple making you whine a bit fangs digging into your lips. Over you Jimin chuckled and stroke your horns with gentle hands.

He’s also naked most of the guys are and you too. You can’t though be fully though due yo your strong flashing scales. But you’re beautiful that way anyway.

Wiht a groan you let a small flame escape and the boys Yelp as it lit the room in a warm glow.

“Wow you’re highness you surely know how to keep us going” suga laughs flashing you his gummy smile. You smile back the best you can over jungkook’s shoulder before he captured your lips with his.

It’s a clear message: look at me don’t look at them.

You chuckle. When he break free for air you lap at your muzzle then smile at him fangs on full dollar “likes me to yourself huh?” You tease and jungkook sneered burying his face into the color of your neck then start to place kisses along your neck bone then bites down softly under your ear.

Which flicks and you yelp “yah bunny!” You hiss nudging the needy boy away. He whined grilling his strong hands on your arms so you’ll keep him there.

His hyungs chuckle shaking their heads. “It’s our turn now kookie” says jimin tapping the younger’s shoulder so he’ll move over. Jungkook sighs bur does as he’s told then jimin is fast to replace him.

He does the same produedor that the youngest did but he is more clever where he plants his lips not like jungkook who just lmaved them whenever he could.

Soon enough you’re all riled up and jimin kiss your snout then gesture to Namjoon.

The leader smiled as he takes the mochi’s place being careful not to hurt you. Not that he can anyway. You smile and this time you let your wings splat out showing those incarnate colors of yours then place yourself on top of Namjoon.

He lets out a laugh being surprised but nonetheless happy. You’ve grown a bit tired after so many hours with the boys and he can see it bur you’re a dragon you know how strong you are and you’re not going to give up yet.

You wanna make them come too.

“You don’t need to do this y’know” he said gently as you placed yourself down on his manhood. You gave him a nodded glare flashing fangs. “I’m doing this cause I want to joonie” you snap and Namjoon sighs and nods letting you take the control for now.

[imafivestarkpopstan]

Best Brother Series - Cute/Funny Moments

Warnings : I don't think there are any? Tell me if there are.

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"Oppa, I'm cold." Y/N said, shivering. Jin wrapped the blanket tightly around her and smiled.

"Better?" Y/N nodded. She cuddled into his side as they continued to watch the movie, Encanto.

"Cold/N." Y/N pointed to herself. Then she pointed at Jin. "Oldppa."

"YAH!"

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"YOONGI OPPA I NEED YOUR HELP!" Y/N yelled. Yoongi was at her side in two minutes.

"What does the Princess need?"

"Don't call me that, grandpa." Y/N snarked. "Can you reach that jar for me? I'm on charge of dinner."

"Who left you in charge?" Yoongi sniggered. "Knowing you, you'll probably burn down the kitchen."

"Hey!"

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"Hey Hoba!" Y/N called. "You look good today!"

"Thank you, madam." Hoseok said sarcastically. "But I always look great."

"Do you?"

"Are you doubting me?" Hoseoks mouth was agape. "How dare you?"

"It's easy!"

____________________

"Hey Joonie, what's your IQ?"

"Uh. 148?" Namjoona nswered. "Why? Should I feel offended?"

"Isn't it 14break?" Y/N asked. She subtly winked at Jungkook, who was the one who gave her the idea. Be trie don't to laugh at Namjoons face.

"Who taught you that?" Namjoon asked. "I'll kill him!"

Jungkook shot up and ran out of the room.

"Oh no you don't!" Namjoon was chasing after him.

____________________

"Jiminie Oppa." Six year old Y/N cried. "OPPA is being mean!"

"What did he do to my precious little pumpkin?"

"He hit me." Y/N sniffles, glaring at Kai.

"Fight me." Jimin said, rolling up his sleeves and squaring up. Kai cackled. Jimin sighed.

"Ignore him, Y/N/N. Let's go get ice cream."

____________________

"Tae Oppa, why do people call us aliens?"

"Najfkwkzmvmeeemvmrkkllckwwaaaaaaaa."

"Nfnwkmggmwxkgmmmmeeeee."

"Get it now?"

"Def." Y/N grinned. "But it's nice. Spill tea without others knowing."

"True." Taehyung grinned.

____________________

"Kookie?" Y/N climbed onto his bed. "Wakey. Now."

"Umph." Jungkook fell off the bed, making Y/N giggle. "S'not funny."

"Oops, Oppa fell."

"Yea yea, come here, little gremlin."

"No!"

____________________

Whether it be a weekend or weekday, Chan was stuck to Y/N like glue, until she whined and complained to Jin.

"Jin!" Uh oh. Chan thought. She's gonna get the big boss.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He slid off her and she smiled victoriously.

"Don't forget I have the power of the youngest."

"I know, I know."

"Jin!" Y/N called. Confused as to whether she was asleep or awake, Minho rolled over.

"Y/N?"

"Jin, what did I say?" Y/N continued. "I'm your Noona, I know what's best for you!"

"Wake up, Y/N." Minho called. Y/N rolled over and opened her eyes.

"Huh?"

"You were sleep talking." Minho giggled. "Do you dream of being our older sister?"

Y/N blushed.

"Shut up. It's just a dream, Oppa."

"Or are you just sick of us being older?"

"No!"

____________________

"Kokkiri Oppa!!!" Y/N squealed, jumping onto Changbin's back. He let out a whine of protest.

"I'll kill Chan and Jisung!" He said. "They started it!"

"But your my Kokkiri." Y/N pointed. Changbin softened.

"True." He said. "I'll always be your Kokirri."

____________________

"Ahhhhhj!" Y/N shrieked. Hyunjin stormed into the room, ready to battle a thief. But he, too began screaming.

"JIN HYUNG, CHAN HYUNG, SPIDER!"

"AISH IM COMING!" Could be heard.

"Kill it!" Y/N shrieked.

"No you kill it!!"

"Babies." Jin Mim led, cupping the spider and releasing it. "You two are babies."

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Jiwung always had a knack for annoying the hell outta his youngest sibling.

"Hey, shorty."

"Yah, don't bully her. You're not tall either." Soobin scolded his quadruplet.

"Well, I'm sorry, giant bunny." Jisung sneered. Y/N kicked him and he ran away, screaming.

"Dramatic ass." She mumbled.

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"Hey Felixxx!" Y/N popped her head into the school president office. "I mayyyy or mayyy not have broken Rina's nose..."

"Hahahahahah." Felix chortled. "I never liked her anyway."

"Felix!" Yeonjun exclaimed. "You're the president! Act like it!"

"I'm sorry, but I find it funny!"

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"Seungmin, CNA you help me?"

"With what?"

"Science."

"Hell naur."

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Just do it, Seungmin." Namjoon said. Seungmin scowled.

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"Your favourite sister is back!" Y/N hollered. "Hello, losers!"

"Watch who you're calling a loser!"

"Yea, Jeongin, line you aren't one."

"I'm not!" Y/N giggled.

"So you totally didn't fall on front of Heeseung yesterday." Jeongin turned bright red at the mention of his crush.

"I-"

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"Could you not?" Y/N asked irritatedly. James sniggered, pinching her cheek again. "Please stop it."

"Stop it!" Yeonjun called. "She told you to stop."

"Sorry." The boy said jauntily. "Who are you?"

"I'm her brother."

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"Soobs, can you buy that for me, pleaseeeee?"

"What?"

"That plushie!"

"Oh, uh. Right alright. I'll buy it." Soobin absolutely could not resist her eyes, even after Jin telling him to try.

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"Beomie. Beomie." The seven year old tried to get Y/N to say his name.

"Gyu, she can't all yet." His mother giggled.

"Yes she can!" Beomgyh insisted. "Say my name."

"Boh. Boh." Y/N chanted. Beomgyu turned ecstatically to his mother.

"See?"

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"Taehyun."

"Yea?"

"Remember when we went camping and also stargazing?"

"Yeah?"

"I still remember you showing me Eomma and Appa in the sky."

"Really?" Taehyun asked. "You were 9 years old then."

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"Kai! No!" Y/N yelled. "Honestly, sometimes I feel like you're younger than me."

"Hahah!" Kai called gleefully. "I have your phone!"

"Give it back!" Y/N chased him around the garden, up the stairs, and into he room.

[ynkkoo-a]

            i  got  bored  but  uh  .  jungkook  n  i  soulmates  i  think  😗✌

[hobisstar]

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?

[lolabangtan]

STAY | 08

After the thunderstorm and the blackout that came with it, Namjoon finds himself in need of shelter. Since you and Jungkook can share a room, surely you two don’t mind taking him in while his flooded flat gets fixed, do you?

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Word count: 10k

Warnings: none.

# a bit of angst at the beginning, bed sharing, fake dating, KOOKIE GHOSTING FOR A WHILE lmao, forced proximity gone right, rummaging through OC’s memory box 😭😭 intense bonding, Joonie gets the spotlight for a sec!, THE ROOFTOP SCENE,,,,,, FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, I’m honestly devastated bye.

A/N: you know, when I said I cried writing this, I meant it in the GOOD WAY.

“Good mor—”

He walks past you so fast you can’t even finish your sentence.

Again, Jungkook is avoiding you; earbuds on, eating his breakfast as he stands in the middle of the kitchen, scrolling down whatever social media app he’s checking – he’s pretty good at finding excuses not to look you in the face.

“I said” – you pat on his shoulder, making him jump – “good morning! What is wrong with you? You’ve been acting weird as hell since yesterday.”

Jungkook’s face turns red as he turns around and looks at you. “Uh, hm, yeah, g-good morning… I’m leaving already, I’m late for— for my Photography lecture. You can’t ride— I mean, I-I can’t give you a ride today.” Shit, Jeon Jungkook, could you stop being a pathetic horndog for a dear second? “Sorry.”

“What?” you groan, crossing your arms. He’s been acting so-fucking-weird lately. “We had a deal—! Okay, what is it? Just tell me what did I do to make you mad and I guess I’ll apologise.”

“You, uh— you didn’t do the dishes.”

“That’s it?” Your patience is running low today, and this conversation is draining it completely. “It wasn’t my turn! But, ugh, okay, let’s say it was. I’m sorry, I’ll do them as soon as I come back from school. Deal?”

“N-no!” he lets out.

“What now!”

“You have to take— take responsibility and do them now,” Jungkook insists.

Shit, not even he can believe his own bullshit. You stare at him in silence, the seconds creeping up his spine and pooling in a puddle of pure terror as you don’t utter a word. Instead, you turn away with a sigh so that he knows you’re not buying it but whatever— it’s too early in the morning to have a fight with an idiot like him.

“Sure, I’ll just call Ari. See you later,” you mutter, not bothering to look at him.

You see him walk out from the corner of your eye and take out your phone. Ari is most likely still asleep, but you hope she’ll answer in time once she wakes up.

[Monday, 08:03 AM] You: Bruh, Jungkook ditched me for a lecture 😭😭😭

[Monday, 08:03 AM] You: Can you give me a ride later?

While you’re waiting for her to reply, you finish your coffee in your room and mess around with your phone for a while. It’s not like you don’t have two more hours to spare before you have to start getting ready for the day.

Finally – after you’ve done the laundry, shaved your legs for purely entertainment purposes, and done your nails and toes – your phone buzzes on the bedside table:

“Hiiii,” you chirp.

“Girl, what are you doing, waking up so damn early? You’re turning into an old man.”

You let out a sigh at Ari’s words. “Like I’m doing it on purpose – but I’ve been sleeping like shit lately,” you whine then. “It just takes me hours to fall asleep.”

“Any reason why?”

This could be the perfect moment to open up to her. Even if you won’t tell her everything – since you’re still fucking pissed off about the bet – you can still confide in your best friend and ask for some good, old advice from the self-proclaimed biggest love guru on campus.

“Jungkook’s been acting really weird since yesterday,” you groan.

“Weird?” she repeats. “What do you mean, ‘weird’? Like, ‘I-might-be-a-secret-agent’ kind of weird or, like… the ‘I’m having some issues with you but I just won’t talk about it’ type?”

“Uh… I think it’s more like the second type? What the fuck. I just don’t know what’s wrong with him! He’s just, like, avoiding me all the time. He gets nervous when I’m around and storms off at the first chance—!” Ari’s soft giggle catches your attention, and you cut off your anxious rambling. “What’s so funny about it, if I may know?”

“Uh, nothing! Well— what makes you think Jungkook was ‘storming off’? Maybe he was just in a rush all those times.” Her voice comes out a bit too charming, but you decide to just ignore your gut feeling and keep listening. “You should stop always expecting the worst.”

You look down to check your nails and ignore her. “Whatever… So, what should I do? And don’t tell me to just talk things out with him because, surprise, I’ve already tried that one out.”

“And you failed?”

“Miserably.”

“But what exactly did he say?” Ari asks again, and this time she sounds really interested.

Then you tell her everything that happened this morning, from the nervous babbling to the stupid excuse of the dishes. She listens carefully and doesn’t cut you off until you’ve finished. You’re circling around the living room while you speak until you end up in the kitchen.

“That is very weird, yeah…” she murmurs, and you get even more upset. That’s exactly what you’ve been saying! “I mean, I was talking to Jimin before I saw your texts and, hm, he told me that he saw Jungkook hanging out on his own. Like, he was just sitting down on the quad, playing with his phone. I mean, it didn’t look like he was in class or going anywhere, to begin with.”

You lean back on the fridge and roll your eyes; it’s not like Ari will get an idea of what could actually be going on since she still thinks the two of you are dating, but it’s good to see you’re not going crazy.

So, Jungkook did lie to you. And there must be a reason why.

Like, well, you have to admit things got a bit weird between the two of you after the blackout, but it all seemed to turn out well? You’ve even got comfortable enough to joke with him since then, even if Jungkook does infuriate you from time to time.

Maybe that’s the problem; maybe you freaked him out acting so friendly out of the blue. So, as a wave of embarrassment takes over you, you decide that you will retreat in shame from the friendship line you cast at him so that things will get back to normal. Really, what were you thinking about? It’s not like the two of you would be friends now. Jungkook is still Jungkook, and you’re still you. You hate each other and will never get along.

You’re ashamed of yourself now – the laugh he probably had at your expense echoes in your head.

“Jesus Christ, girl, I don’t know. I really think you should talk it out with Jungkook. Insist if he’s reluctant” – Ari’s voice snaps you out of your own sorrows – “because I know you’re just going to obsess over it if you don’t. My final advice is that you should let him know that, even if he doesn’t want to tell you what’s putting him on the edge, you’re worried it’s you.”

“I might try it one more time for real.”

“That’s my girl!” she chirps. “By the way, I’m picking you up in an hour! Don’t keep me waiting.”

You thank her and put your phone away to hang up, and then you turn around to get ready for the day. “What the—”

Your eyes fix on the sink – there are no dirty dishes on sight.

Jungkook refreshes his Instagram feed for the third time in about a minute just to see no one has posted anything new. He’s so hungry for any sort of entertainment, patience is a virtue he doesn’t possess. Or maybe he’s just run out of it after spending half an hour already frolicking around the quad.

He’s bored to death, though.

But what can he do? It’s imperative that he avoids being left alone with you, especially in a car – his mind always ends up recalling things he absolutely doesn’t want to recall.

There’s still another forty minutes left for his actually first class in the day, so he better find something to do. Maybe he could get a coffee?

No, what if he runs into you there? It would be a disaster.

Okay, now it’s time for him to excuse himself; Jungkook doesn’t do well with either the dark of having a crush on someone. Being in front of the person he likes turns him into the stupidest, most ridiculous creature ever; he babbles, he stumbles upon himself, he gets clumsy, and all other sorts of things that just straight-up reduce any credibility in his character. And if there’s anyone in the world he doesn’t want to see him like that, it’s absolutely you.

Besides, the less he sees you, and the less time he spends with you, the quicker he will get over this silly infatuation. It’s never going to work, clearly, you will never like him back, so he might as well just do his best to forget about it—

“Jungkookie!”

Jungkook looks up from his phone with a jump just to see Hoseok coming his way.

“Good morning,” Hobi continues, sitting next to him. “What are you doing here all alone? I saw you earlier when I was with Jiminie on my way to class, but I thought you’d be gone by the time we came out.”

Wow, is it really that late? You’ll probably be here any minute. He’d better pack and go to class.

“I, uh— I mixed up my classes and I came early,” Jungkook murmurs. “Is Jimin-hyung with you?” He’ll totally snitch to Ari, and Ari will obviously tell you he lied. “I’d better head to class too, I don’t wanna be late… Hm, see you later? We could go out for a drink tonight or something, you know, just the guys.”

Hobi frowns, a bit weirded out. “Everything good?”

“Yeah! Why wouldn’t it be?” Jungkook blurts out, getting up and shoving his hands into his pockets. “I just wanna spend some time with you.”

“Sure… Ah, by the way, before I forget—! I need to ask you a favour. To both you and Y/N, actually.” Jungkook sits back to listen. “You can always say no, of course. But, remember the horrible thunderstorm from a few days ago?”

“Uh, yeah, I do?” As if Jungkook could ever forget about it.

“Okay, so Namjoon’s flat got flooded because of it. His landlord said it’ll take at least a couple of days to fix it,” Hobi continues, eyeing him in search of any reaction, “so he really needs a place to stay until they’re done. So, I thought, Y/N’s place has two rooms, and I figured you’re sleeping together, so could he rent your spare room until then? Please! He’ll never admit it, but he’s desperate, and everyone else either doesn’t have room or lives in the dorms.”

Jungkook looks around to clear his mind and give it an actual, genuine thought; he’ll have to discuss it with you, obviously, but that would mean that he’d have to talk to you, face you, which, right now, is the last thing in the world he feels like doing.

“I— I’d have to talk about it with her first,” he murmurs in response.

And he’d better use his phone to do that instead of his mouth – because seeing you isn’t really in his plans.

[Monday, 10:02 AM] You: Noona.

[Monday, 10:02 AM] You: I was just talking to Hobi-hyung, and he said Namjoon-hyung needs a place to stay over for a couple of days since his flat got flooded.

[Monday, 10:03 AM] You: What do you think? Should we take him in?

Please, say no. Please, say no. Please, say no. Jungkook really doesn’t need to see you pretending to be his loving girlfriend even at home.

[Monday, 10:04 AM] Noona💕: Hm, sure, I think we could do something about it.

A wave of cringe takes over him when he looks down at the screen of his phone; when in the dear times of the Lord did he decide that changing your contact’s name to that cheesy thing was not only funny but even a good idea? Jesus Christ, now he can’t change it back to normal. People would suspect. Do you think it’s weird? He knows you saved his as ‘baby Koo’, which is kind of patronising, but it’s also pretty cute, and he likes it—

“So, did she reply?”

[Monday, 10:06 AM] Noona💕: Where are you?

[Monday, 10:07 AM] Noona💕: I’d like to talk to you about something.

Jungkook lets out a sigh and starts typing. “Uh, yeah, give me a sec— she just answered me.”

[Monday, 10:09 AM] You: I have class at ten-thirty.

But his excuses are to no avail because you show up just a couple of metres away out of the blue, waving your hand with a smile that he just knows is fake.

“Hey, I just read your texts,” you say a bit out of breath – did you run here? “Uh, about Namjoon, I don’t see a problem, but we’re gonna be a bit cramped in there. If he really doesn’t mind that— of course I won’t let him sleep out in the cold.”

As you spoke, your hand has moved from your pocket to his waist. The contact is pretty light, Jungkook would barely feel it if it weren’t because he’s been on edge since the very second he woke up. Of course, you’re just trying to look natural around him – and pay up for his sudden awkwardness which even Hoseok has begun to notice – but still, now it’s almost cruel to expect things to be the way they used to.

His friend smiles, nonetheless. “I’m sure he won’t mind. Just make sure you invite him to stay.”

“Copy!” The two of you then watch him leave before you turn to Jungkook with your arms crossed. “All right, now that we’re alone—” But then you remember Ari’s word, and you let out a soft sigh. “Look, whatever is going on, if it’s got something to do with me, I hope you’ll tell me so we can fix it.”

Of course not! And yes, it does! Both! But Jungkook can’t really utter a word as he stares at you in the thickest silence that has ever been witnessed, he’s too engrossed in your features – oh, shit, great, now he loves to look at your face.

“If it doesn’t, well…” you continue, fidgeting. “I’ll be here if you need anything, all right? I know we’re not best buddies, but, uh— basically that; I’ve got your back.”

Jungkook silence continues, making you get even more anxious. His eyes are fixed in yours as if they were waiting for the part where you say it’s all a joke and tell him to fuck off.

But that part never comes.

“Why?”

“Because I know,” you say then with a defeated smile, “that’s the only way we will ever survive this.”

You watch him take a sit back on the grass and hug his knees. For a second you even think he’ll decide to be honest with you, but then he just buries his face between his hands and lets out a groan that’s so desperate even your heart shrinks.

“I can’t tell you, but… thanks. And, uh, it’s not something you’ve done.” If his dreams don’t count.

Shit, he’s said too much. You’ve got your way with ripping the truth off his tongue, for some reason. Jungkook turns his head to the side, hoping you’ll decide to ignore it.

You sit next to him. “I’m glad.”

The two of you stay sunk in a weird, awkward silence until Jungkook snaps out of whatever trance he’s shoved himself into and stands up in a jump, claiming he’s actually going to be late as hell. You’ll meet at home after class to proceed with ‘mission: declutter the house and make it look like we’re sharing a room’.

“I mean, it’s not like he’s gonna find anything weird, but it’s always good to clean up a bit,” you tell Ari as you take out your keys. “I’m just dreading the mental strain of putting up with two men in my house—”

“What’s that noise?”

You came out of class barely half an hour ago and went for coffee with Ari afterwards since you remembered Jungkook had swimming practice today until five.

“Is anybody home? Jungkook?” Only silence answers you as you walk in, and you close the door once she follows you. “Like, okay, I know—”

A shadow bursts out from the bedroom door. “Noona!”

What a sight to behold: Jungkook is shirtless – without a proper reason, you think, ignoring the fact that it’s almost summer and the cold wave is long gone – carrying a box full of random stuff from his room to the entrance when he sees you and freezes on the spot.

“What are you doing? Did you ditch practice?” you ask with a stern tone, crossing your arms.

“I, uh— maybe? But it was for a good reason! I just didn’t want you to bear with all the cleaning! Especially when it’s my room we have to clean.” And, just in case, to avoid having you see his room, which is probably one of those silly fears he’s always had since his teenage – to have a girl looking closely at the space he lives in. “So, don’t worry—”

Ari cuts him off. “Your room? I thought you’d be sleeping together by now. Or is it because you’ve been fighting lately?”

“We each like to have our own personal space,” you say, shrugging.

Your eyes move to Jungkook in a second, hoping he doesn’t think anything about what she just said; the last thing you want is for him to know he’s kind of messing up with your head right now. You need all the inner peace you can muster for these days to come.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it,” Ari says as she looks around the place. “When did you say Namjoon is moving in?”

“He said he’d be here by nine, I think.”

Ari says goodbye with a playful ‘good luck’ and walks out without hesitation, leaving you alone with him. You put your coffee on the kitchen counter before heading towards him to check what he’s done so far:

“Hm, now that I think about it, shouldn’t we decide first which room we’ll use?”

You’ve been thinking about it ever since Jungkook told you Namjoon accepted your offer; on the one hand, your wardrobe is bigger, which is a bonus if you’re going to share it with him, although you don’t think Namjoon will bother to take out his stuff and store it since he’ll be staying over for a couple of days. On the other hand, the Wi-Fi works better in Jungkook’s, and you know your living room will become a mess as soon as these two are living together.

But he’s already started cleaning it. You don’t really have the mental energy to fight with him, so you pray Jungkook won’t get too petty about it.

“I’d prefer it if we let Namjoon use my room instead,” you say as he puts down the box he was carrying. “I mean, your bed is bigger, and I don’t think we’ll have much trouble dividing the space. What do you think?”

You’re asking for his opinion, and it feels… nice.

“Yeah, sure, I don’t really mind,” Jungkook finally responds when you tilt your head.

You get on with the awful cleaning session you have ahead of you just to get over it as soon as possible. A firm ‘let’s get down to business’ mentality is a must in situations like this.

Jungkook understands why you rush to take care of your desk yourself and doesn’t fight your decision, he’d rather you do that too. No more bunny vibrators pestering his fantasies, thank you very much. He’s determined to be a flatmate as little weird and uncomfortable as possible, and his attraction towards you doesn’t have to ruin his efforts.

The point is not to completely bare your room and make it look as if no one has ever lived there, you just want Namjoon to have some room for his stuff and be comfortable in a clean place, and of course, you’d like to take some of your things to Jungkook’s room too. At least the basic stuff.

“What about this box?” he asks while you bend down to reach something you dropped under the bed. Your butt wiggles in his face, and Jungkook fights to look away.

“Yeah—?” You bump your head with the planks of the bedstead and let out a groan of pain, rushing to pat the back of your head to soothe the pain. “Shit, that hurt— sorry, what were you saying? Wasn’t listening.”

You crawl to him to take a better look at whatever he’s talking about. “The box?”

You frown, not really knowing what that is either. So, under Jungkook’s curious stare, you sit down next to him and open it just to find a bunch of albums and an indecent amount of pictures scattered in. Finally, you recognise yourself in at least most of them even though your hair looks different and you look a bit more childish; these are your high school pictures. Woah, you hadn’t seen those in a while.

“Yeah, see” – you turn it around and find ‘Y/N high school’ written on one of the sides – “these are from when I was a high schooler.”

“That wasn’t long ago, right?”

“Uh, three, four years ago, maybe?” you murmur, not quite sure. “I graduated… three years ago— ah! Look, I took this picture at prom.” You show it to him with a big grin, the picture where you appear with a crown and a satin ribbon that reads ‘prom queen’. “God, I’d forgotten about this… My neighbour got so mad that she didn’t win— my mom even nagged me for not stepping down for her.”

“I didn’t know you were prom queen,” Jungkook says quietly as he eyes you.

It does suit you, though – prom queen, popular, mean. Now he feels bad for saying all those things about you since he’s got to know you a bit better, but it doesn’t make you any less of that.

“You look happy.”

Did you—? You scoot closer so that your smiling face brings you back to those times; when life was a beautiful thing to be enjoyed and you didn’t need to understand your problems. The entire universe had been more than fair to you in that sense, and you still knew you could ask it for many more things.

“I had everything, you see,” you murmur, eyes fixed on the picture as your thumbs brush it, maybe trying to see if it was ever real; you can’t really recognise the girl in it anymore. “It felt as if the world belonged to me and I belonged with the world.”

Jungkook doesn’t dare to peel his eyes away. “What happened?”

“I woke up.”

You woke up and realised how silly your entire life had been until then. How every single person in your life was silly and shallow and didn’t care a bit about the rest of the world. How silly it was that the core of your life had been so stupidly pointless that now that you weren’t dating Seokjin – or any other jerk who’d catch your eye for that matter – you no longer knew what you were supposed to be.

Breaking up with Seokjin hadn’t been the problem itself. Maybe you had been developing some sort of sadness your entire life, something that made your chest feel empty but that you couldn’t exactly point out. That was just the last straw to realise how flimsy your entire reality was.

And it hurt even more that none of your friends could understand why you thought nothing made sense anymore. Had you really been so detached from the rest of the world until now?

How silly of you.

“I mean” – Jungkook’s voice snaps you out of your gloomy thoughts – “don’t we all? Isn’t that the point of growing up?”

You frown again. “What do you mean?”

“I just don’t understand— why would you expect yourself to be so mature and knowing and wise back when you were just a kid. I mean… even some straight-up adults I know are— are silly and don’t know a thing about the world.”

Your life literally lost all kinds of sense and meaning then. But what Jungkook is saying— he’s kinda right.

“I couldn’t go back to the way I used to be— firstly because I was even more of a bitch, and second… I don’t even think it’d be possible.” You were a girl who had never needed to develop empathy, so are you really to blame for that? “But I guess I can try and feel pity for my past self instead of constantly beating her up.”

“I know it’s hard, I myself am beating the Jungkook from yesterday all the time,” he says with a soft giggle.

But it’s worth it.

“You? Why?”

Jungkook just shrugs. “I, uh, was totally not like you. I used to enjoy being introverted and not getting along with the kids I’d think were ‘shallow and silly’, but at some point, I started envying you— I mean, kids like you,” he rushes to correct himself, making you chuckle. “I guess I envied that you weren’t lonely all the time.”

“It was lonely,” you reply. “Maybe not as much as you would’ve liked it to be,” you continue, nudging him with a knowing smile, “but I wasn’t actually friends with all of the people I knew. Maybe with three or four of them, at most.”

“Really?”

Jungkook looks pretty shocked, and you can’t help cracking up a laugh at his astonishment, hugging your knees and nodding. “I don’t think I had a real friend until I met Ari. I-I don’t think I had a friend that I could look in the face and feel… a real connection with— before her.”

“That’s sad.”

“Yeah,” you agree. You’re starting to like his bluntness; you don’t need to overthink, “it kinda is.”

Thanks to her, you started seeing people as they were: humans. With their feelings, with their fears, with their stories behind their backs. Before her, you thought other people were just like you, completely content with a world that was dying to serve you. How could they get mad or be sad if you weren’t able to process your own feelings? Did you even have them? Could you even feel at all something that wasn’t just pure anger?

But you did. You’d feel lonely, or confused, or how your stomach would churn when you saw a stray animal or someone suffering. I must be sick. So odd.

When you snap out of your thoughts, you realise you’ve been crying in silence for a while. Rushing to wipe your tears, you smile and push the box back into the wardrobe, trying to laugh it off:

“I’ll have to burn it someday; it’s just taking up space.”

Jungkook decides not to say anything and changes the topic, telling you he’ll vacuum as soon as you’re done. On your part, you get up and leave it to him so that you can get on with dinner; if you’re going to be hosts, you’re gonna be the greatest hosts ever.

It’s not like you’re the best cook out there, but you can manage to make a tasty and fairly healthy meal.

“Noona! I’m done!” You turn off the heat to let the food rest, wipe your hands, and head to the room. “What do you think? I think we’ll be comfortable this week.”

“Looks good to me,” you say.

And then you leave without a worry so that you can finish off dinner, not having realised that Jungkook expected you to throw at least a couple of words of praise at him. So, he just pouts and follows you back into the living room when the door rings.

“Hyung! Come in, let me take your bags.”

“Uh— thanks, Jungkookie. Thank you for taking me in, really. Is Y/N home?”

“I’ll be there in a sec!” you exclaim from the kitchen.

You hear Jungkook showing him around – even if both you and Namjoon know that he’s been to your place a lot of times before – and helping him take his stuff to his room. A smile appears on your lips, seeing Jungkook so excited, as if he’s welcoming a brother into the house or something. But you understand that he must have been missing some male company.

“Dinner is almost ready, but maybe you want to get comfortable first—? Just tell us if you need anything,” you say to Namjoon.

“Thank you, really— I know I’m kind of a nuisance here, but I’m really thankful you offered to take me in.” You shake your head, but he cuts you off, “I just want you to know that I’ll try to make it look like I’m not really here, all right? And let you have your privacy and all—”

“— hyung! I thought we would watch a movie tonight?”

Ah, Jungkook’s master move, his why-won’t-you-love-me doe eyes attack. Not even Namjoon, a stern and serious team captain, can resist it. And he obviously gives in to the younger’s wishes.

You have dinner quietly, talking about pointless stuff and leaving the household discussions for later. It almost makes your heart flip when Jungkook moans at how good your food tastes since you’ve never really cooked for him before, and Namjoon laughs, thinking it’s some kind of antic of his. After you’re done, they get up to clear the table, and Jungkook gets on to do the dishes while you pick up the remote to start searching for a movie.

By the time they’re back, the movie is chosen and waiting to be played.

Jungkook hesitates to sit next to you, but his friend has taken over the other couch, and it would be weird not to sit with you. So, he sits down quietly and eyes you with his hands buried between his thighs.

It’s still weird for him to be near you, but the fact that you noticed he was acting weird, and the fact that you asked him about it out of concern makes something tingle in the pit of his stomach.

Maybe you’re just the type of person who is only kind to the people around you. He’s got to meet a handful of them and, although it’s kind of unfair, it’s also easy to understand why someone who’s been hurt would do that. What a pity he’s not one of them.

Halfway through the movie, though, your head falls on his shoulder, startling him; you’re struggling to stay awake, and it makes him chuckle.

“Noona,” he whispers, “just go to bed if you’re tired.”

But you shake your head as you fight to keep your eyes open. “No… I wanna know how it ends… before Ari spoils it for me.”

Whatever you say, but you’re knocked out on the couch less than five minutes later, sandwiching Jungkook between your back and the backrest. Hesitantly, he decides to lie down too so that he won’t get a cramped neck the next morning, and the only place he can put his arm so that it doesn’t get numb is his over your waist.

A big explosion takes place and makes the TV tremble.

You groan a complaint about the noise and turn over, facing Jungkook. “S-she’s just tired – noona’s been, hm, working a lot lately,” he tells Namjoon with a blush when you bury your head in his chest.

Then he looks down at you just to see that you’re indeed asleep, breathing quietly against the fabric of his tee. Your grip around his waist is soft, he could easily get rid of it if he tried— but he kind of doesn’t want to. In his selfishness, Jungkook wants you to keep hugging him like this, as if you liked him, as if he were your actual boyfriend.

You looked sad today. Ever since the two of you rummaged through your high school memories box, you’ve been looking down and talking quietly.

Maybe you just need to recharge. And, if Jungkook can help you with that, he kinda wants to do that too. It came off as a surprise, that chat you two had this morning. He would’ve never thought you’d ever feel that way, and it makes sense now, in some way.

You’re starting to click, in a way, to make sense in his head, and it’s freaking him the fuck out.

You’ve never felt so human to him before.

You wake up before your alarm even goes off. It’s quarter to six, but you had a good share of sleep after dinner.

Your cheeks heat up when you remember how you fell asleep against Jungkook. Of course, it probably didn’t look weird to Namjoon, but you’re still embarrassed that you forced Jungkook to go through that just because you were tired as hell.

He also managed to carry you back to bed, and you don’t really want to know how.

You turn around to look at him over your shoulder; he looks peaceful in his sleep, eyes fluttered closed, snoring quietly, and it makes you smile— if only you could understand him, if only you could stop overthinking about what he thinks about you. You understand that this allyship you’ve formed is just that, an agreement. It doesn’t mean anything, and you don’t want it to mean something either. You want your gloomy, peaceful solitude back.

And you also know that just because he’s been in a good mood lately doesn’t mean he likes you. In the overall meaning of the word. Jungkook dislikes you just as much as you supposedly dislike him. But survivance sometimes brings the most unexpected things out of people.

Point is, you’ve selfishly begun to want him around. For some reason, you’re able to tell him things you would never tell anyone else, bare yourself in a way you’d never in front of anyone else. Maybe not even to Ari. It could be that it’s just because the two of you are at such a low point in your relationship and expect so little civility from each other that you’re just… not afraid of his judgement. What’s worse than the worst?

It makes you feel guilty because you’ve started to see that he’s actually a good kid. Frustrated and confused, yeah, but Jungkook is a good person. There’s something inside of him that you can see, something you can’t really describe since it’s almost universal – but you can see it, and it’s just as human as you are.

Trying not to wake him up, you over him to get out of bed and head to the kitchen in urgent need of coffee.

Just after you’ve been fumbling through the cupboards and the fridge for some time, Namjoon walks in, looking tired and drowsy, and greets you in a murmur. His voice makes you turn around.

“Good morning,” you greet back. “Coffee?”

“Please…”

You serve yourselves breakfast and sit down just to munch and drink quietly. It’s so early in the morning, of course neither of you has the energy to make small talk. What’s surprising is that you even mustered the will to get out of bed. Perhaps Jungkook’s presence next to you helped you a bit in that sense.

And this is the kind of routine you have for the next couple of days; you wake up, sometimes to an empty flat when they have practice in the morning, but when they don’t, you’ll make coffee just as Namjoon starts waking up too, the early bird. Jungkook always gets up a bit later, and he’s grown this thing of hugging you groggily and nuzzling your neck when he’s still halfway back to the world of the living.

Of course, as soon as he wakes up, he goes back to his reluctant, bashful self.

“So, I told him, ‘how can you not know that?’, like, is he stupid or something? I mean, I would never go around with my head stuck up my ass and pretending I know everything when I don’t even know one example of— one iced Americano for me, please!”

“And I’ll have an iced chai tea, thank you.”

You follow Ari to the pick-up counter as she continues, “Anyways, sometimes I just really hate men. Or at least that part of them that is so, so entitled and patronising. Don’t you have that problem with Jungkook?”

“Um, not really? He’s pretty neat in that sense,” you say with a shrug.

“Well, Jimin can be such a smart-ass sometimes, it triggers my fight-or-fight response,” she growls as she grabs her coffee.

You frown. “Isn’t it called fight-or-flight, though?”

“Not in this case.”

“Girl, you’re so burnout you can’t even see what he’s doing,” you tell her with a chuckle, taking your drink and walking up to the nearest table. “Like, sadly, you’ve been sharing a lot of information about your sex life with me, and Jimin is literally just trying to rile you up so that his mommy will bend him down and spank the shit out of him.”

Ari purses his lips and sips her drink. “Why can’t he just ask me to do that, like always? He knows I’m stressed as fuck.”

“Maybe he just doesn’t wanna be a pushover?”

Judging by the look on Ari’s face as your words sink in, you know someone’s getting railed tonight, and you can’t help but count how many months you’ve been without getting laid already.

“Anyways— you two are coming over to Tae’s tonight, right?” she asks you then, and suddenly she’s all chirpy and happy again.

Oh, shit. The party.

A party sounds nice. A party at Taehyung’s… That’s a completely different deal. Do you want to get nicely drunk and fool around with your friends? Well, yes, but that is never the case with Tae’s parties. You always end up hooking up with some random guy and throwing up in one of his ancient China vases. To his misfortune.

“Uh, we can’t? We’ve… booked a table at this nice restaurant you told me about the other day.”

Uh, she isn’t buying it much, judging by the way she frowns. What? Why is she so reluctant to believe every single thing you say lately? It’s not like you lie to her— much.

You spend the rest of the afternoon chatting with Ari until she announces that she’s got to head back home and get ready for the party. Once she drops you at home, you take out your keys and walk into the flat, expecting it to be flat.

However, what you find is two big, swanky men lying flat on the couch; Namjoon is grunting as he practically destroys the worn-out control while Jungkook watches him on the verge of a mental breakdown.

“No! Hyung, press ‘A’, the other— the other button!”

You leave your bag on the table and watch them in silence as the eldest whines that he’s just doing his best and still hasn’t got used to the controls. You keep quiet, mouthing a bit but deciding not to say anything and watch them instead. Their antics make you chuckle, and that’s when Jungkook finally notices you.

“Noona!” he chirps, turning his upper body towards you. “How long have you been there? I didn’t see you come in.”

“Just enough to see you practically losing your mind,” you reply, laughing.

But then the nice smell of Chinese take-out invades your nose, and you turn to the table to see a bag with delicious, steamy food in it. Did one of them order anything? Why didn’t they ask if you wanted anything?

“Uh, whose is this?”

“Ah! That food? It’s mine—”

You grimace when Namjoon replies. “I thought you’d just have a bite at Tae’s.”

The man, looking oblivious and content, only shrugs, obviously not understanding why it’s such a nuisance for you – is it really that hard to have just a second to masturbate and have a glass of wine in peace in this house? It’s not like you’re asking for the moon!

“I’m not going to Taehyung’s party; I need to hand in an essay tomorrow for my Politics class. But Ari said you two were going anyways, so I thought I could use the quiet since you won’t be home.”

You press your lips together, pondering, while Jungkook stares at you with concern. Then he stands up and gently takes your hand so the two of you can talk in your room, and Namjoon waves his hand; he’ll just keep playing without him. You, on your part, finally get rid of your jacket and drop your bag on the floor.

“Great,” he whines with a pout, “now we’ll have to go to the party.”

You just make a face as if it’s as clear as water that there are many more things better than going to one of Taehyung’s disastrous parties. “I said no, huh, I don’t wanna go.”

“And Ari-noona was okay with that? She didn’t insist?” Jungkook asks before he sees you shrug.

“I simply told her we were going on a date.”

“Ugh, great. And what are we supposed to do now?” You furrow your eyebrows, wondering what’s got into him now, until realisation sinks in as Jungkook continues, “You were gonna stay home anyway, yeah? What about Namjoon-hyung?”

Your face darkens. “Shit.”

When you walk out of your room, Namjoon is checking his phone, reading some texts as more keep coming with that vexing beeping— until he looks up at you.

“Ah—! So you’re going out on your own?”

Fucking Ari.

“Yeah,” you murmur, squinting your eyes in rage – she’s such a fucking cunt. “But we’re not gonna be out for long, maybe an hour or so… Hope you’ll have time to finish your homework… Should we head out, Kookie?” The aforementioned, sitting on the dining chair, suddenly looks up from his phone. “To our, uh, dinner date?”

“Yes, sure! I’ll go take my coat,” he blurts out and storms off to ‘his’ room.

You say goodbye to an already focused Namjoon and head downstairs. As if not taking the lift will make time pass by faster.

“This reminds me,” Jungkook says out of the blue, torn between grumbling and laughing at the thought, “of that time we got lost during Spring Break, remember? I was rambling about something silly when we went astray… But we had to stick together in case one of our friends saw us.”

You shrug. “I do, and it wasn’t silly – you just were anxious.”

Your words make him frown; it wasn’t? That’s not what you said back then. Are you messing with him just now or do you really not remember that you practically called him a cry-baby?

Then the two of you finally walk out of the building. It’s dark outside, the city’s little night lights floating in the blueish mist. But it’s not chilly, so you suddenly start craving a beer and something to eat, your stomach rumbling at the memory of Namjoon’s delicious take-out dinner. So, before Jungkook’s puzzled eyes, you head into the first convenience store you spot just to come back with a plastic bag.

“It’s not much,” you murmur, holding out a beer for him, “but I figured you’d be hungry? Unless you already had dinner—”

Something churns and twists in Jungkook’s tummy, leaving his skin so sensitive and his cheeks so hot that he might as well think he came down with something. The beer feels cold and nice against his fingers, and he’s tempted to put it against his face to cool himself down.

“Thank you…”

You also take out one of the triangle kimbaps and open it. You were so hungry, you practically moan as you bite right into it, chewing and munching with your nose scrunched.

As Jungkook takes another, he devours it, and his reaction – a frown and a groan – combined with yours make it look like neither of you have eaten in days. But what can you do if the food is just too fucking delicious? And you were hungry, so it’s not like you’re gonna get all finicky now.

Then it crosses your mind.

“Come with me,” you say just as he’s opening a can.

But Jungkook doesn’t complain when you take his free hand and pull him back into your building. He might be a bit confused, yeah, but he trusts you— kinda. You gently nudge him into the lift and press the last button.

The lift doors close as he turns to you. “Uh, everything all right, noona?”

“Of course! I just came up with a place that maybe you’d like to know about,” you reply, and your soft, genuine smile is the most comforting thing he’s seen in a while. “I just want it to be kind of a surprise, but we can go back down if you don’t like it, no pressure—”

“It’s o-okay.”

Jungkook beats himself up mentally for stuttering again, but you seem used to it already, and it’s not like he can make his mouth work as fast as his mind. Especially not now that there’s a storm of thoughts ravaging his poor little scrambled brain. Like, where are you taking him? What are you going to do? Why are you smiling so sweetly, like you want him to giggle like an idiot and fucking melt on the spot?

“Uh, where exactly are we going?” he murmurs just as the lift stops with a ding-a-ling at the top floor.

But you turn to him with a grin. “You’ll see!”

Then the doors open to the pitch-black darkness. You take out your phone to turn on your phone’s flashlight. Jungkook spots a bunch of vegetable boxes lying on the dirty floor, cigarette butts thrown away carelessly, and just a general lack of hygiene that makes him cringe – where on earth did you bring him—? Until he notices you walking towards a door he hadn’t seen until now.

“I’m pretty sure I never showed you,” you say, opening them. The indigo sky greets you – “but this is our building’s rooftop. We’re lucky there’s no one around yet.”

Jungkook quietly follows you out into the terrace and watches as you drag two worn-out beach chairs to the railing. You slump into the seat and open one of the cans when you notice he’s still standing a few steps away from you, a bit unsure.

So, you pat the chair next to yours so that he’ll get the memo and sit with you.

“Here, have this.” You hand him the other can. “So… What do you think of the place? I mean, it’s kinda tatty, I know, but it does the job. And I haven’t really seen anyone else here at this time of the day before. Maybe that guy from the third floor since he comes here to smoke, but he always leaves right away.”

“Looks like the kind of place where I’d see a ghost, but it’s nice,” he replies softly, sipping his beer.

“Totally.”

It’s nice to just listen to the city sounds, cars driving past, people chattering and laughing down the street, the wind softly blowing through. There’s an owl hooting somewhere amidst the trees of a nearby park.

The breeze cools down your cheeks, heated up by the alcohol, and you hug your knees so you can rest your chin on them. Jungkook glances at you at the sudden movement.

“I can’t believe I’ll be a senior next year,” you murmur.

He hesitates a bit. “Why?”

“I don’t know.” You tilt up your head just enough to gulp down your drink. “Maybe I just don’t wanna feel old? Or a grownup, whatever. I mean, what’s left for me after college? A job, a loan, the shadow of death lurking behind my back…” Jungkook lets out a laugh. “Enjoy it now that you can, kiddo, because it won’t last forever!”

You’re just messing around; he’s started to understand that about you. But still, it’s not like it doesn’t make him frown:

“I think— I think I started to enjoy just now.”

You take one last sip from your beer and throw the empty can back into the bag. “What do you mean? You’ve been having a blast since I met you.”

“Well” – Jungkook looks down at the tattoos on his fingers – “I feel like I rushed up things— to prove myself. So, it got weird in the beginning; I’m not the most extroverted Joe out there.” Then he chuckles shyly. “I guess you were right; I was kind of a nerd, after all.”

“Okay— I might be a bitch, and I might be a mean one while you’re at it, but I’ve never called you a nerd.”

Your stern, offended tone takes him off guard, and he rushes to explain himself: no, you never called him that to his face. He actually overheard you that time you were having a small party after practice shortly after the beginning of the year. You had stormed off the changing rooms in the middle of a truth-or-dare game. He followed you to apologise in case he had done anything to upset you, but then he heard you talking to Ari.

I’d rather chop off my fingers than put up with this torture and keep hearing that fucking nerd’s gaming quests. I’m going home.

Honestly, that kinda hurt.

Maybe Jungkook decided to canalise the feelings that provoked in him as hatred towards you just to ignore the fact that you were right. He was a nerd, and he started being ashamed of it.

“Will you totally hate me if I say I just… don’t remember that?” you ask with a grimace. “I mean, I do remember telling everyone to go to hell and Ari following me to the toilet, but I can’t really put my finger on the rest; I was kinda drunk, sorry, and really mad. But still—! That was totally inappropriate for me, I’m sorry I said that! Of course you’d hate my guts after that. Shit, you were just a freshman… Fuck, Jungkook, I’m so sorry—”

He’s stopped listening to you at some point after you start rambling; you… don’t remember. You don’t even remember saying what probably was the most humiliating and hurtful thing someone has ever said to him— and yet you understand why it hurt him so much.

“It was unfair,” you continue, snapping him out of his thoughts; “I had a breakdown and took it out on you. I’m sure it’s too late to say anything, but I’m sorry, really, Jungkook.”

You feel your body tingle uncomfortably at his silence. The fact that his eyes are fixed on you doesn’t help, either.

“I-I panicked!” The unease prickling your skin grows. “You know, since I broke up with Seokjin, it’s been like that – being paranoid about everything… I just feel like they’ve been making fun of me all this time, judging me all this time? I fucking hate that— so I thought they were making fun of me back then. And I took it out on the only nice person there.”

Jungkook nods slowly, looking away. “Thanks— for saying I was nice.”

“You were! For the first few days, at least,” you murmur, “until you started to act like a jerk… Which I completely understand now, I’m not— I’m not blaming you for it… You know, I think it’s actually cool that you don’t like me, like, physically; I don’t feel pressured to be pretty all the time?”

Uh… what? You’re literally the hottest person he knows. You’re hot as fuck, sexy as hell, he can’t even take you out of his head. When did he even say that? When did Jungkook even let you think that you’re not damn attractive?

Well, it doesn’t really matter, sometimes people say things they don’t even think when they’re—

Oh…

Oh.

It makes a whole lot more sense now. Embarrassment prickles his face, his cheeks burn up in frustration; all these months he kept thinking he was a fucking loser in your eyes, and he was just an asshole? Of course, it was wrong of you to say such things, but if only he had stopped to think about it twice, if he hadn’t let his hurt ego act in his place.

“Are you okay? Jungkook?” Maybe you just gave out too much information. Maybe he hates you even more now since you don’t even remember. Maybe he thinks you’re too full of yourself. “Well, I— I’m sorry about, hm, you know—”

Jungkook suddenly looks away from his hands and glances briefly at you with his doe eyes. “It’s okay! I mean, I’m okay… Was just thinking ’bout something.”

“Actually, me too.” He tilts his chin with curiosity. “I just thought— why do we always end up having deep chats when it’s just the two of us?” you ask without looking at him, laughing quietly.

Jungkook turns his head to glance at your profile. “Maybe— maybe that’s why we’re always fighting?”

“Could be… But I like talking to you— when we’re not.”

He feels perfectly well the way his cheeks start burning up, and it’s not because of embarrassment; it’s a pure feeling of joy, hearing you say that. As much as it frustrates him – or rather, how it used to frustrate him in the past – he likes having your approval. That’s it, right? That’s the biggest reason why Jungkook would ever want you to think well of him.

You’ve been staring at him all this time with a certain something in your eyes. “You’re a good kid, aren’t you? I just… couldn’t see it.”

“I’ve been doing my part to be a pain in the ass to you, though,” he replies with a giggle.

“Just so you know,” you continue, “I don’t think you’re a ‘nerd’, not in a bad way. That’s the old Y/N, the bitchy girl with an identity crisis. I mean, I can’t say I’m a saint now, but I guess I’ve learned to look further into people. I just need to… get out of my shell now.”

“You can take your time, you know that— right?”

“Yeah, but it’s kinda hard when you find out how much you’ve hurt someone,” you insist, and he doesn’t know what to say to make you feel better.

“I gotta admit… I took it a bit too personally, what you said that day.” Jungkook takes a deep breath and becomes even smaller as he hugs his knees. “It’s just that, uh, when I was fourteen, I— I decided to confess to a senior girl I liked. Let’s just say— she could’ve been a bit less mean when she turned me down.”

Your eyes grow a bit wider, looking at him in shock.

“Well, she was blind as fuck.”

He tilts up his head when you finally speak up, and his eyes twinkle in disbelief. What was that just now?

Seeing Jungkook’s expression, you continue, “I mean, you’re cute? And you’re not stupid or a jerk – usually – so I guess that’s a bonus… I didn’t really know you back then, but I’m sure you weren’t bad.” He lets out a breathless chuckle, burying his face between his knees, and you panic. “Uh— did I say something wrong? I mean, I’m sure she was a great girl—! Just thought—”

But then he looks up at you, his cheeks blushing and his eyes shining under the moonlight, and you swear, your heart skips a beat; you’ve never seen him, or anyone for that matter, look so absolutely stunning and endearing.

Your chest literally hurts, and you don’t get why.

“I think we should go home.” Your voice snaps him out of some reverie of his. “It’s getting chilly up here.”

“Sure.”

As Jungkook folds the chairs and puts them back into the corner you took them from, you take out your keys to open the door. The lift ride is silent – until you hear him giggle like an idiot.

“Look.” He shows you the screen of his phone to show you a picture someone just posted of Jimin running away from Taehyung’s neighbour’s dog. Its name is Pretzel and it’s a really good boy, so you’re sure they have done something to piss it off. “I can’t believe they got Pretzel mad.”

“Is there a Nobel Peace Prize but, like, the other way around?” you ask with a snort as the doors open.

You’re laughing and giggling like idiots when you walk into the flat. Namjoon turns around immediately, flashing that dimpled smile at the sight, forgetting about his laptop until he has to catch it before it falls to the floor.

“Had a good time?”

You glance at each other, and you reply, “A great time.”

“You weren’t out for long…” he insists, and you arch an eyebrow. “I could hear you laughing your ass off from the rooftop when I dropped by the convenience store to get some milk.”

“Sorry, we just didn’t wanna go to Tae’s party,” you groan and slump into the couch with him.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve completely understood, you know – I know they can be kinda intense sometimes… But still, you could���ve just stayed here with me, I feel like I kicked you out or something.”

You let out a loud laugh. “Don’t worry! We had a lot of fun, actually.”

Jungkook’s shadow gets heavy behind you, and you turn around just to hear him murmur he’s going to bed. Although you’re talking to Namjoon – who still hasn’t finished his assignment – you get up promptly to do the same and follow him into the room, chirping a ‘good night’ at him. The bedroom door closes behind you with a soft thud.

While he gets changed, you do the same and take off your shirt, trying not to look; you wouldn’t want him to creep him out. Meanwhile, Jungkook tries to make his neck as stiff as possible not to react to the clicking sound you make when you unhook your bra.

Is this really the price of getting along? Constant awkwardness? You can’t see the positive side.

“By the way,” you blurt out, fidgeting as you sit on the mattress, “I guess saying this sounds kinda weird but… you have my permission to push me away if I get too clingy while I’m asleep.”

With his sweet, doe eyes wide open, Jungkook looks at you – as if! He’s been looking forward to it, as creepy as it feels. But now that he knows you’re not this awful woman who hates his guts and thinks he’s a loser, he won’t feel guilty enjoying your snuggling. Now he wants them, your platonic cuddles, that is.

He’s gonna suck them all up like a fucking champ.

“I will,” Jungkook finally replies with a bashful chuckle. You scoot to the side so that he can get into bed, the blankets held tight between your fingers, “but, uh, you don’t bother me much, you know. And the room is kinda cold anyways.”

He turns off the light. “Then I won’t worry about it… Good night, Jungkook.”

“Good night, noona.”

Or maybe you do see the positive side.

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Kinktober day 1

Namjoon - Toys

Dildo, slight degradation, exhibitionism, rimming, oral

"Come on Y/N, do you really think we need to include toys in our sex life?" Namjoon eyes the dildo in your hand apprehensively.

"I don't think we need to Joonie, I just think it'll be fun... but if it makes you uncomfortable and insecure we don't have to." You reassure him, reaching to put your favourite toy back in its drawer.

"No, I want to do this for you, I want you to be completely satisfied." He holds his hand out for you to give him the offending-ly pink plastic item. You hand it over and watch as he measures the weight in his hand. "How do I turn it on?"

"Just hold and press that top button."

 He does as instructed and the inanimate object springs to life in his palm, almost wriggling free.

"Do you need lube for this?"

"Have I ever need lube for you?" You raise an eyebrow.

"I'd like to think I can turn you on better than this hunk of plastic." He huffs.

"If it helps I'm always thinking of you when I use it. You'll just have to get me good and riled up." You wink at him.

"Right... okay... of course." He still seems apprehensive.

"Do you want to try this another day?"

"No, I want to watch you unravel now." Namjoon places the vibrator off to the side and sweeps you

into his arms. He starts slowly, kissing you gently as his hands reach down to knead your

ass. He lifts you slightly and pulls you to sit in his lap on the bed. "Going to get you so good

and ready”

He takes his time, caressing your back, kissing you softly, subtly grinding against you.  A hand leaves your back and music starts playing from the speaker in the corner of Namjoon’s dorm room.

“I have a feeling this is going to get loud, and Kookie is home, don’t need to traumatise the poor guy.”

“Do you think my moans are traumatising Joonie?” You pout.

“Exactly the opposite, my love, but it’s not fair to be forced to listen while never being able to touch. The poor guy already pines after you far too much, his favourite Noona.” He dips his head and kisses along your neck, occasionally nipping the sensitive skin. “But maybe you’d like for him to think of you like that? Want him to think of you when he masturbates tonight?”

You groan at the thought, unable to stop yourself, you’ve always been a show off. Just because Namjoon doesn’t like to share, doesn’t mean he doesn’t like to taunt. He knows you wouldn’t turn down a pass at the younger man, eager to play into the fantasy he has of you, his perfect Noona. But you wouldn’t want him without Joon with you, showing the maknae what he can never truly have.

He flips you on to the mattress, covering your body with his, hovering just far enough from your lips so you can’t reach him. He smirks as you try in vain to bring him down to your level. He instead takes his time, eyes raking over your face, admiring the view. 

“Please Joonie” You pout your lip out comically far, emphasizing your displeasure.

“Please what baby?” 

“Please touch me, make me yours.”

“Only mine?”

“Only yours.”

“I don’t know if you deserve me baby, moaning at just the mention of another man getting off to the thought of you.” He slides backward, leaving you alone on the mattress. You stay put, knowing any movement will only delay your pleasure. 

You listen for him as he wanders around the room, unable to pinpoint his footsteps on the soft carpet. The buzzing sound piques your interest though. He returns to you slowly, forcing your legs apart to make room for himself between them. He drags the dildo along the seam of your shorts, the vibrations making you wriggle in anticipation. He quickly bores of the teasing, signalling for you to remove your underwear and turn over. His free hand drags along your newly exposed skin before landing with a loud slap making you cry out from the surprise. Two more quick hits land squarely on your right cheek before he dips to his knees.

The vibrator gets momentarily abandoned next to you on the mattress as he uses both hands to hold your arse apart for him to take a good look. He leans forward and dips his tongue from your pussy to your rim. He then takes a moment to blow along the damp strip he created, making you shiver.

“What if I just forced it in back here? No lube. No prep. Just straight in deep? Do you think that would keep your dirty mind from wandering?” He presses his middle finger against your hole, just enough to start stretching. Before you get a chance to respond, he pushes on your hips to turn you over. You whimper and do as told.

“Colour baby?” He asks

“Green.” You confirm, and he leans in to peck you before returning back to his knees between your thighs. He takes the dildo with him, pressing it against your entrance just enough for the tip to slip in. His mouth follows suit, leaning forward to suck at your clit as he teases you with the plastic, dipping in and out in shallow thrusts. Each time he goes deeper, he sucks harder, and you moan louder. The base of the fake phallus gets wider the further down you sink. You wiggle your hips to try and get him to go faster but it only succeeds in getting a punishing nip and a stern glare when you peer down at the man between your legs.

You can’t help thinking how sexy Namjoon looks with his mouth full.

He doesn’t allow you long to settle when you finally bottom out, immediately taking the toy away from you, leaving you to clench around nothing. He chuckles as you whimper, mourning the full feeling. He reaches out for your hand, interlocking your fingers to keep you grounded, before his other hand thrusts he dildo back inside of you.

This time his pace is relentless, tongue moving in tandem to get you to the edge as fast as he can. He gets you so close to the edge you can taste it, teetering over just as he pulls away. His lips come away as the vibrations stop. All the air releases from your lungs as the feeling fades. 

Just as you start to complain, the motion starts up again. The vibrations are stronger this time, you can feel them in your stomach as he pumps the toy in and out. He leaves little bite marks along your thighs as he edges you. Loud moans tumble from your lips as you approach your high again, wordless prayers that this time he will let you finish.

You find yourself having no issues falling over the edge this time. The problem arises when he continues well past the point where you’ve finished. Your free hand twists into the duvet, as the knuckles holding onto him turn white. He switches the vibration off but continues to thrust the dildo in and out as you writhe from the overstimulation. He licks softly at your clit, coaxing another orgasm from you. 

Only when you begin to cry does he stop. Kissing along your pussy as he removes the toy and discards it on a nearby towel. He then trails all the way along your body, leaving tiny kisses along the exposed skin until he reaches your lips and claims them for his own.

You can taste yourself on his tongue. He doesn’t let you indulge in him for too long, only waiting for your heart beat to return to normal. Then he drags you up to sit on the edge of the bed, positioning himself behind you so he can hold you close. He reaches for the remote and turns off the stereo.

“Was that what you wanted, baby?” He whispers in your ear. You nod sleepily in response. “Good, what do you want to do after we shower? Watch tv? Have dinner?”

“Yeah, dinner sounds nice. Maybe we should order pizza? See if JK wants some?”

“Sounds good to me baby.” He kisses your cheek and snuggles you close for just a little longer.

[jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue]

Our little love part 2 - mafia/yandere au Drabble {angst + fluff}

As always please let me know what you think, I am actually going to go to bed now my brain is angry with me for not sleeping.

It seemed the cycle was never ending, you fucking up and pissing them off, them punishing you by drowning you in their love, only letting you come up to breathe so you could swim in your own guilt and submit to them.

You wince as the victim to your latest fuck up gets another blow to his chest. Taehyung and Hobi held onto his arms as Jungkook and Jimin kick and punch the poor individual. You know not to speak, it’ll only make things worse. Temperament was a fickle thing in their lives, trust was everything, and you still had to build yours up again.

“Y/n help please,” Kai whimpers as you stood with your arms crossed looking away.

“Don’t fucking say her name,” Jungkook growled before punching your ex colleague in the face. You’re frowning, the need to beg them to stop was fighting for exit on the top of your tongue, but you bite it down and pray Kai doesn’t say another word. You know if you do as he asks they’d kill him. Your punishment was to watch silently.

Yoongi strolls up behind you, hands in his pockets before he rests his head on your shoulder, watching the display in front of you both.

“Nothing to say little love?” He whispers as your friend groans out in pain.

Please don’t kill him, you want to say, but you just shake your head in defeat. You want to believe they’re better than this, but the evidence of the contrary was never hidden from you. They showed you every side of them whether proud of it or not with bold eyes daring you to stop loving them, pushing your boundaries and morals waiting for you to snap. But the breaking point never came, you loved them, you shouldn’t and you knew it, but you did. You were completely and utterly theirs, yet still they treated you like you hadn’t seen the worst of them. Like you would run away the second you realised they were monsters, not that they would let you run far, only far enough to let you take a single breath before making you drown in them once again.

Yoongi wraps his arms around your waist, keeping an eye on your reactions. The asshole deserved it, not that they cared either way, he tried to take you away from them, that was enough.

Kai was your old partner before you took a very early retirement, what you didn’t know was that he continued the case you were working on before you left; the case of the seven men you now loved and the reason you quit said job. He had called you to meet up for old times sake and you, very naively in Yoongi’s mind, decided it was harmless. But if it was harmless why didn’t you say anything to the boys? You thought Kai didn’t know the reason you handed in your resignation, but he had been keeping an eye on you all before he realised you were the key to their downfall. He knew you harboured some feeling for him in the past and thought you’d reciprocate when he tried to flirt his way into getting his hands on the evidence you collected, he didnt know you burned it all. You lied to him and said you lost it, same difference anyway. This prompted plan b from him.

“Y/n they’re criminals,” he had said to you. “You’re a cop at heart you can’t love them.”

You floundered at his words when you realised he knew, and yet he still asked you to betray them.

“Kai I think I need to go...”

It was a mistake, you knew it then, but he followed you out onto the street and you hoped tonight the men you loved weren’t keeping an eye on you. Maybe naive was an understatement.

“Are they coercing you Y/n! Do they have something on you or are they threatening you?” He calls after you. “Because the Y/n I know would never love killers, what have they done to you?”

It was when he reached his hand out to grab your arm that your boyfriends decided to show themselves from the shadows. Which lead to the situation now, Kai beat up and bruised beyond recognition, and you forced to watch. He falls unconscious and they let him drop to the floor, you hate this side of them, it was cruel and cold but you’d never leave. They turn to face you now, their anger still present despite the last hour of releasing it onto your old partner. They don’t miss the way you’re shaking, the shallow breaths as you try and keep your tears to yourself. As much as you hate their violence, you hate their disappointment in you more.

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You’re sitting in Joonie’s lap for what you call the debriefing of your punishment, this happened way too often in your opinion. You look down but he wasn’t having it today, tilting your head to look at him by your chin.

“Why did you get punished today little love?” He starts the same way as usual.

“I went out without telling you guys where I was going or who with,” you say while fiddling with your fingers out of nervous habit.

“And?” Hobi sits across from you in a chair, legs straddling the back and an elbow rested on top with his fist holding up his face. Hobi was hardest to pacify, he was ruthless and unforgiving and while that didn’t extend to you, you still had a hard time with his stubborn anger.

“I met up with Kai, and I let him touch me,” you’ve done this too many times before to not know how it worked. Kai’s ‘touch’ obviously meant nothing to you but for them it was the worst crime anyone could commit against their little love.

You remember the time you nearly tripped in the park and a guy steadied you politely, but you still had to hold Jungkook back from throwing hands.

“Kookie would you rather I fell and hurt myself?” No he hadn’t wanted that so he grumbled in agreement still seething but you cooled it down. “Instead of hitting him maybe you should thank him,” it was a joke but it made the youngest scoff.

“Baby girl why can’t you just be good?” Namjoon’s sigh brings you back to the present. “Why do you always have to test us like this?”

You didn’t mean to, you want to say it but the words are stuck below the sob in your throat. You actually whimper as his tone, bottom lip wobbling pathetically. He hadn’t even told you off properly, but you already felt like a mess as he bathed you in his disappointment. That was the common consequence of your actions and you hated it, you couldn’t do anything right.

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“Jin do you need help with the food?” You ask your eldest boyfriend politely, he was frowning and you thought it was because today’s meal was too much for him to handle alone, his tone of voice made you realise it was because of you.

“No, I’m alright,” he doesn’t look at you as he speaks and you’re left gaping at him like a fish. Jin loved it when you cooked with him, it was your bonding time without the others, although Yoongi would join you from time to time. The others also tried but Jin wouldn’t let them anywhere near the kitchen, they hogged you enough anyway.

You feel your soul deflate, still standing there as he ignored you.

“Are you mad at me too?”

The way you said it made his heart twinge with guilt, but the others were right you wouldn’t learn and your first betrayal was still fresh on their minds. He sighs and you turn away, refusing to crying in front of them for the tenth time that day. What was wrong with you? Ever since that day where they found out who you really were you felt like you werent enough anymore, you tried so hard to make up for it all but you kept messing up. You weren’t like this before, but after seeing the hurt you put them through you were constantly on edge and second guessing yourself. You wish you could go back and stop them from ever finding out.

Jin hears the sniffle as you walk away and he can’t go through with it.

“Wait little love,” he calls for you. “I forgot to cut the onions, would you mind?”

You shake your head, you didn’t mind, but you didn’t trust your voice to answer for you. Youre grateful to Jin for giving you this task, it hides the fact you’re crying, but you know he doesn’t miss it.

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Jimin and Taehyung were giving you narrowed stern gazes through dinner, it put you off your food which resulted in getting told off by Jin just after he branched out to you in the kitchen.

You felt alone, like the seven men you loved were against you and there was no one to blame but yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you say quietly before getting up and removing yourself from the dinner table and dining room, ignoring all of their stares. You decide maybe an early night is best, you could start again fresh tomorrow. You don’t get too far up the stairs before a hand pulls you back, you turn to see Jimin with Tae a few steps behind him.

You’re so used to seeing them laugh and play around that it feels like you’re looking at different people. Even during missions or gun fights, the youngest three were always joking their way through the bloodshed, keeping scores of who got the most headshots and other grotesque games. You remember the time Jimin and Tae called you during he middle of a shoot out, arguing with you and each other over who you loved more out of the two while you begged them to not get shot or killed.

“Why did you go see him Y/n?” Jimin asked, he wore the demeanour he used for enemies and it takes you back to that night.

“I... h-he said he wanted to see me to catch up,” you explain but you know it’ll fall on deaf ears.

“And you thought that was a good idea, to see your old cop buddy?” His tone makes you feel stupid, you weren’t stupid.

“He was my friend Jimin,” you say in disbelief, you know in the end it was a mistake but at the time it didn’t seem like the worst idea in the world.

“You’re ours,” Taehyung moved forward, towering over you even though he’s a step below you. His face is close to your own, eyes burning into yours as he looks disgusted at the words that left your mouth as if they’re still attached to you. “How do you think we felt when you went to see another detective? Do you have any idea what was going through our heads?”

“Tae I love you,” you lean away from him, searching his face for a hint of softness and love in his gaze, but there was only fire. “You know I wouldn’t, you all know I wouldn’t, I left that life for you why would I turn back to it?”

He stalks away from you without a word, Jimin close behind, giving you a final cold glance before leaving you alone. You thought your love could make them better but if anything you made their darkness worse.

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Jungkook needed to vent, the only way he knew how was physically. Obviously it wasn’t the cleverest thing he’s done, taking rounds with the punching bag only to open up the cuts on his hand from beating the bastard earlier. He mutters a few curse words under his breath, why did you make matters worse? Maybe they were being harsh on you before today, finding any excuse to punish you a little, test your boundaries and see if you would run, but today they honestly feared that was what happened. They thought you chose to leave them and go back to the life you had before them, but they’d never let you go, they couldn’t let you go. Despite everything you loved them and they worshipped the ground you walked on. You were everything for them now, there’s be no point to any of them without you. Why didn’t you understand that?

He throws another punch to the bag, spreading his blood across them, it hurt like hell, but the thought of you running back to your old partner still played on all of their minds. He wanted to cry, he wanted to find you and beg you to never leave them, they’d be nothing without you.

There’s a knock on the door and he finds you on the other side, waiting for permission to come in. You never waited for permission, it makes him frown, maybe they were too harsh on you today. He could see you shuffling your weight, insecurity screaming through your eyes, you feared his rejection more than his anger.

He notices the first aid kit in your hand, you must’ve heard him. He doesn’t let the fluttering in his chest reach his face as he sits on the bench, waiting for you to come to him.

His gaze is expectant, daring you to cross the threshold and face him, you were no coward, you didn’t fear them the way others did, why were you behaving so meekly now? You force yourself to move and sit beside him, setting the kit down and pushing your hair back behind your ears. He doesn’t move his gaze away from you, even with the sweat and hair hanging in front of his face.

You carefully take a his hand into yours, sucking air between your teeth at how injured it was.

“I’m sorry you hurt yourself because of me,” you say, eyes on his bloodied knuckle as you press the ointment against the open wounds. “Are you sure you want me to stay, I keep hurting you...”

You try to sound like you’re joking, that you’re okay and the hurt isn’t weighing you down with your doubts. He frowns, they really did take it too far. He sets down the cotton wool from your grasp, taking both of hands into his before kissing each finger delicately without letting you look away.

“You’re perfect little love,” Jungkook says, reassuring you with no question in his voice. “We’re the ones who don’t deserve you, we’re mean and cruel but we’re never letting you go.”

You remember how loving they were before that night, maybe while they accepted the truth at face value they could never really forgive you in their hearts. Maybe that’s why they were being like this, they didn’t love you the same way anymore.

“Do you love me?” You had to know, the doubt was eating you alive.

He looks at you as if you’re insane, maybe you are, you don’t know anymore.

“Little love, don’t you see how much we love you?” He asks sincerely. “We would do anything for that love even if it made you hate us, you belong with us, and no one is going to take you away.”

You could see the crazed look in his face grow as he spoke, you believed him, the honestly worn like a heart on a sleeve. But his answer bought a wave clarity to your hazed vision, you made them like this, you made them worse, you had to leave.

[princesslachimolala]

The 8th Member of Bangtan 💜

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Chapter 7 - The Game Night👾🎮📺

Synopsis: you (yn 🦊) are the 8th member of Bangtan and get to enjoy making music, filming fun side projects for army and hanging out with your members

Pairings: platonic! Ot7 x gn! Reader

Warnings: mentions of a horror genre video game (nothing too graphic), yn struggles with nightmares and sleeping

A/n: slightly on the shorter side, pure comfort fluff fic of how I think a video game night with Bangtan would go… reader is gender neutral so read honorific’s as they apply to you

Enjoy!✨

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You put on your fluffiest, most oversized sweatshirt and slid on your fluffy BT21 slippers. You made your way to the dorms living-room but paused at your bedroom door, making the last minute decision to grab 8 face masks for you and the boys to use for some self care.

As promised Jungkook had set up the gaming system, Tae had gathered snacks, Yoongi was pouring (non-alcoholic) drinks and with a mound of pillows and blankets waiting on the couch, you and the boys were all set for game night.

“Time for your skin to glow!” you proclaimed smearing the jelly sheet mask onto Jimin’s face.

“Ah yn-ie it’s so cold” jimin complained with a pout.

“Beauty is pain Jiminie” you tsked him.

“But I’m already beautiful” he rebutted sassily.

“Yes you are oppa/hyung but you need to have a good skincare routine”

“Listen to your dongsaengie, they’re very wise Jimin-ah” Yoongi said, voice muffled through his already applied face mask flapping over his mouth.

Jungkook and Taehyung were playing Fall Guys in a 1v1 game, making all kinds of frustrated noises.

“Ahh noo don’t fall!!!”

“Yah they picked me up I can’t move!!”

“This level is too hard!!”

“What are you talking about hyung this is one of the easy levels”

At the end of their rounds Tae flunked out at the second level while Jungkook had made it to the semi final but missed the qualifier by one player.

“Aishhh” he complained setting the controller down, “so close”

“Who’s next?” Tae said waving his controller.

“Me!” you leaped up from your spot next to jimin to grab the controller.

“Yah” Tae said waving the controller teasingly high about his head, “what’s the magic word?”

“… borahae?” you said cutely, tilting your head.

Tae rolled his eyes, suppressing a smile.

“Yah here you go little one… don’t be so cheesy” he passed you the controller and pulled you back down to the couch snugly between him and Jimin.

“Oppa/hyung, play against me please!” you asked the room.

They all looked confusedly around the room.

“Wanna specify which oppa/hyung, your asking?” Joonie said huffing a laugh out.

“No” you said, shooting him a finger heart.

“Aish, don’t be a menace baby petal,” jin chided, “here Jungkook let me have the controller”

“Here you go hyung”

You and Jin started your game. First with a relatively easy round of making the fall guys slide around and jump over the moving walls, then the next round got more tedious.

You fell off about 20 times and eventually lost the round, huffing with frustration as Jin qualified and you didn’t.

Tae was snickering next to you watching the replay of your fall guy dropping off the edge of the track.

“Yah your were just as bad as I was, Kim Taehyung”

“Aish not the full name” Jimin laughed.

“Dongsaengie’s have no respect these days” Tae said poking your side and shaking his head in faux disappointed, making you squeak.

“Pass the Doritos kookie?” you asked.

“Sure, noona/hyung”

“See, the maknae still knows his honorific’s…”

“Yahhhh….” Jin did his characteristic shout, startling everyone in the room as his character fell and he got disqualified from the round.

“Aish none of you are good at this game, let me have a go” Yoongi said.

While Jimin and Yoongi played the round, you giggled and watched the screen as they were proven just how annoying that game was. You also set about putting the rest of the boys face masks on.

“What’s the scent, yn-ie?” Namjoon asked as you smoothed the corners around his nose, “it’s so nice”

“Mint choco” you smiled, winding him up.

“What??!?”

“Pffft, ahahaha”

“Ah joonie they got you there”

“Aish I didn’t believe there was a mint choco face mask anyway” he said indignantly as the boys wound him up too.

“There’s lots of flavours these days Joonie”

“Flavours, yn-ie? I hope you don’t eat face masks?”

“Aish Hobi” you giggled, “you know what I mean”

“Why is my face mask silver I look like a robot” Hobi complained.

“You’re the Hobitron 3000, oppa/hyung” you giggled.

“Yeah yeah…”

“You’re in quite the joking mood tonight baby petal” Jin said.

“I’m just happy that it’s our night off, oppa/hyung” you sighed.

“Tell me about it, my feet are killing me from all that dance practise” Tae said, “anyone want to rub them for me?”

He stuck his large bare foot out towards you, Jin and Jimins faces and your all grimaced, wriggling away.

“Aish Tae!”

“Put the dogs away Taehyungie”

“They’re only feet guys wow”

“Has anyone noticed that I made it to the final round?” Yoongi asked the room monotonously.

“Ah well done hyung” Jungkook said now having a dig into the bag of popcorn.

“Okay Joonie’s and Hobi’s turn then we can play Mario Kart right?” you directed the question towards Kook and Tae since it was their gaming set.

“Ooh yes we can play teams!” Jungkook said excitedly, “wanna be on my team noona/hyung?”

“Yes Kook, I’ll be on your team”

“What about my team?” Jimin pouted into your face.

“Let’s do maknaes vs hyungs” you suggested.

“Yesss” Tae agreed giving you a thwacking high five.

“Ow Tae now I’m not gonna be able to hold the controller properly… are you trying to sabotage the maknaes?”

“No no!” he looked imploringly at you, “sorry little one”

He pulled you round your middle to sit back against him, inhaling your scent. Everyone looked at the two of you lovingly.

Now the thing about your relationship with the boys and their relationship with each other was that you could be affectionate without it being weird or stepping over a line. The idol world could get lonely and you only really had each other at the end of the day. You could argue one minute (seriously or not) and then be close again the next.

This was especially the case with you and Tae. You were just younger than him and just older than Jungkook although Jungkook was definitely more little brother material, whereas Tae acted like the teasing big brother/best friend type. The rest of your oppas/hyungs treated you and the youngest maknae dotingly, joining in on your jokes and antics now and again.

After several rounds of Mario kart, the maknaes won overall and the hyungs decided to depart to bed. All except Hobi who volunteered to stay up and make sure no one got into too much mischief but he promptly fell asleep on the couch.

He was in such a deep sleep that he didn’t notice you switching games to something a bit more scary.

“Dead by daylight anyone?” Tae suggested scrolling through the game catalogue.

“Oohh yes put it on taehyungie hyung” Jungkook said.

“But what if Hobi hyung wakes up? He’ll give us into trouble for playing it with yn” Jimin said.

“I’m not a child Minie, I can play a silly game”

“Oh really? What about last time?”

“What time?”

“The time you slept on Jin hyungs floor for 3 nights after we played it because you were so freaked out” jimin popped an eyebrow.

“That was a year ago”

“It was this summer yn-ie” Tae reminded you.

“Thanks Tae” you said through gritted teeth.

“You’re welcome” he said throwing you a finger heart.

“I promise Minie, I’ll be fineeee” you smiled trying to look convincing.

“If you get scared I don’t mind you sleeping on my floor noona/hyung” Jungkook said nonchalantly.

“That’s very generous kook” you giggled.

“Okay let’s play”

You had to admit that even though you weren’t TERRIFIED of the game, the background music and character design was especially unsettling. Especially with the tense objective of the game, trying to lurk around the abandoned dark yard evading the creepy looking villain from capturing your character. And the fact the dorm itself was dark from it being nighttime outside and the boys preferential low lighting inside.

You let the boys go first - Jungkook won his game but Minie and Tae failed theirs. Then they gave you the controller. After first putting on the game, that was their second mistake.

The minute your character started to get chased by the villain and the sound of the thumping heart and screaming played loud over the speakers, you gave a loud squeak (well, a noise halfway between a squeak and a shriek).

“Wha- what’s wrong…” a sleepy Hobi rose up to his elbows with eyes half open from being alerted awake.

“Nothing hyung everything’s fine, go back to sleep” Jimin hushed.

But Hobi had already wipes his eyes and sat up, looking around for the danger. His eyes landed on the massive flat screen playing the game which had been put back onto the game menu now that your character got captured. Then he took a look at your guilty faces.

“Alright whose idea was this?” he asked unimpressed but too tired to go full pelt.

Silence. Guilty silence.

“Ah… Hobah… it was my idea” you said eventually and sheepishly.

“You sure it wasn’t one of your brothers here?” he asked with arms crossed and eyebrow arched.

“No, no oppa/hyung… and really it’s fine, I can handle horror games now” you tried to convince him.

“Mhmm” he sounded decidedly unconvinced, “so I suppose you don’t mind me telling your oldest oppa/hyung about this tomorrow?”

The boys paled a bit and so did you. They and you knew how protective Jin could be over his two youngest members.

“Ah well I don’t think Jinnie…” you struggled to find the words, “… he might be annoyed so maybe don’t tell him?”

“Mhmm” Hobi sized you all up again, standing like a bunch of mischievous children even though you were all adults (the hyungs could just get overprotective of you all even now).

“Well I think it’s late enough and we do have work tomorrow, so everyone off to bed” Hobi shut the gaming system off and ushered you all in the direction of the bedrooms.

Usually there would be huffs of complaints at being sent to bed these days but no one protested.

But you wanted to protest. Now lying in the dark of your room you could still see the game monsters face and envisioned it coming into your room, a dark bulging shadow coming to sweep you away. And the screams and the heart thumping sound effects. It was all very unsettling.

You tried to scroll through Instagram and tiktok, play some relaxing music even but nothing worked to settle you. So you resorted to the thing you said you wouldn’t.

BunKook💪🏽:

🦊: you still awake koo?

🐰: yeah noona/hyung, you okay?

🦊: soooo… I might be a bit freaked out again

🐰: aww no noona/hyung! I’m sorry was it the game?!

🦊: yeah😅

🦊: is your floor by any chance still available?

🐰: I won’t make you sleep on the floor… come do top and tail

🦊: are you sure???

🐰: yes!!

🦊: absolutely positive?✋🏼

🐰: yes…✋🏼

🦊: it won’t annoy you?

🐰: noona/hyung…

🦊: yeah?🥹

🐰: get in here

🦊: thanks koooo I’m omw 🧍🏻‍♀️

You shuffled down the hall to kooks room, blanket, phone and water bottle in hand.

He peeled back the bed covers for you to slip in and he switched round to the foot of the bed, giving you the head end, though you protested. But you were both about ready to fall asleep anyway.

“Night yn-ie” he yawned.

“Night koo”

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(Next time on The 8th Member of Bangtan)

“I told you not to play that again unless you want to have nightmares baby petal!”

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A/n: a chilled out, hopefully enjoyable fic… I added the tiniest teaser known to tumblr for literally no reason but next instalment of this fic series is coming soon soon, it’ll fun a fun one, back to filming for run bts I think? Maybe some drama with the shady staff member? We’ll see💖