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Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Y/N

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Eventual Smut, Mean people, Language.

A/N: I'm back baby! I hope you all enjoy the first chapter!!

"Miss Y/N?" A woman says, breaking you out of your concentration of looking at tikok’s. 

Startled, you look up and standing before you is a very pretty, well dressed woman holding files between her petite fingers. "Are you ready for your interview?" She asks. 

Taking a small breath, as you nod your head and smile at the woman. "I'm Ava, and I'll be conducting your interview on Mr. Byun's behalf." She says, walking through the office hallways. It's so plain, the white walls just dying for at least a pop of color, or even a picture of some sort. Ava leads you into a plain white room, nothing in it but the necessary items. Did you really want to work somewhere so boring? You were lost in your thoughts again after answering only a few routine questions. 

"I think you'd be a perfect fit for this job." Ava smiles. You'd only been talking for 15 minutes before she decided. 

"Thank you." You smile. 

"I'd like to offer you the position as the Senior Data Analyst. You'd be working directly under Mr. Byun." She tells you. 

"Sure. Yes, thank you so much." You say. One thing checked off your list. Find a job, find an apartment, and get settled in this new town. Luckily you had an apartment view right after this interview, and considering you were hired on the spot you had an extremely good feeling. 

The apartment sucked, but you took it anyway. You would try your best to make the small studio apartment feel like home, but you weren't quite sure how. You weren't the most stylish, if you really had to describe yourself, you were quite bland. You knew the clothes you wore were a size or two too big, but you had no urge to change yourself. For what, or for who? You had no one in your life to care about, you didn't even care about yourself.

You laid in your bed that night, staring at the popcorn ceiling, as you remembered why you moved here in the first place, and your heart broke all over again. 

**

Slowly and quietly you pressed your ear to the bedroom door at this party. 

"Stop telling Y/N she has a chance with me. Please, it makes me sick to even think about it." You hear Hongjoong laugh loudly. "I can't even listen to her talk for more than 30 seconds at a time. I don't know how you do it. Her voice is so fucking annoying." 

"Right? I swear to go sometimes I feel like my ears are bleeding. And you should see her when she cries. So fucking ugly." You hear Maya giggle. 

"And is it just me or is she fucking dumb? How could she love me for all these years and not realize how repulsed I am by her?" He asks. 

Ouch. 

“I know math isn’t her best subject but Christ, can't she add up all the things you don’t do around her and see you’re not into her, and never will be? I mean, you try to leave the room whenever she enters." Maya laughs. "So there's no chance of you leaving me for her?" 

"You think I'm gonna leave a goddess like you, for that thing? Come on, baby, you should know me better than that. Plus, she doesn't have a set of tits like these." He laughs. 

As quickly as the hurtful words began, they stopped. You weighed your options of what to do but your body still felt too numb to move. 

You stood there, your ear pressed against the door feeling your stomach sink. You wanted to run away but it was like your feet were glued to the floor. 

The floor that made your knees feel weak as you turned the door knob and pushed the door open to see Maya, on top of Hongjoong. 

The music that was once pounding in your ears was now quiet. It was so muffled as you began to only hear your own shallow and fast breaths. You could hear and feel your heart pumping at a pace you were sure was off the charts, while also slowly ripping into tiny pieces. 

You felt like you couldn't breathe as his hands gripped her body. They hadn't heard the door opening. 

The walls were suddenly caving in as he slowly slid his fingers up and down her curves moving over her ass to squeeze it. 

Tears fell from your eyes as you watched him touching her in ways that you had once dreamt about. 

Your face begins to burn in complete embarrassment. The fucking betrayal you felt from someone who said they loved you. Maya was supposed to be your best friend. She was the one who was by your side when you cried, wondering why he didn't love you back. She held you as you sobbed into her lap, she wiped your tears away and always had comforting words for you. She would laugh at his Instagram page with you and acted as if she didn't even like him.

But here she was ripping you apart with him for their own enjoyment.  

**

Tears streamed from your face as you rolled over in your bed. You hated remembering that day. The day you lost your best friend. It hurt so bad and you know you needed to move on but that's always easier said than done.

The next morning you woke up, exhausted and not ready for the day but you had your first day of work. You'd tried to look up Mr. Byun last night, but there were no pictures of him anywhere. You thought that was a little odd, but didn't chalk it up too much. You got ready for the day in record time, putting on your too big skirt, with your too big shirt and oversized blazer. You put your hair up the best you could and avoided all makeup. 

Slowly, you walk into the building, making your way to the 35th floor, where your office was supposed to be. The entire floor was empty when you arrived. Just the way you liked it. You popped in your airpods, started your music and got to work organizing the 5 items on your desk. It took you roughly 3 minutes. You glanced at the clock, 6:55am. You still had 35 minutes until you were technically supposed to start, but it never hurt to get a head start. You worked for a little bit, listening to your favorite songs before you barely noticed a few people entering their cubicles. You mostly ignored them, offering a small nod of acknowledgement before getting back to work. You hadn't noticed anyone walking into the all glass office in front of you, until you felt your heart tug. A feeling you had never once felt before. You looked up and saw the most handsome, stone-cold looking man you'd ever seen. You couldn't take your eyes off of him, it was like you were drawn to him. 

"Handsome, huh?" You hear, breaking you out of your trance. 

"Who? What?" You say, looking up. Standing in front of you is a thin, blonde bombshell with a smile that could make you forget any worry in your life. “Hi. I’m Y/N.” You cough. She was so beautiful, it made you extremely nervous. 

"Hi, I'm Lisa, I work in that cubicle to your left." She says with a smile. “I just wanted to bring these over for approval from you, and introduce myself.” She explains, showing a small pile of papers in her hand. You were listening to her, but you had a hard time keeping yourself engaged in the conversation. Your eyes continued to dart towards the man who took your breath away and Lisa definitely noticed. She let out a small giggle to regain your attention. You swiftly looked back at her, giving her an apologetic smile. 

 "That's Mr. Byun.” She tells you. “Do your work, don’t get in his way and don’t question him and you’ll be just fine.” she tells you. 

“He looks mad.” You say, taking a quick glance at him before looking back to Lisa. 

“That’s just his face I think. He always looks like he’s got a painful stick up his ass." She whispers. 

"Why did you start whispering?" You asked. 

She sets the pile of papers on your desk, looking back towards Mr. Byun's office and looking back at you. "He hears everything." She whispers again, walking out of your office with a smile.  

Your eyes turned over to Mr. Byun, you were having a hard time turning your gaze somewhere else. There was just something about him that was driving you crazy. You watched as he shouted at someone on the phone, the veins in his neck and hands popping out intensely. His dark brown hair flowed perfectly on his head. His suit fit him perfectly, you could see the muscles all over his body. 

Suddenly he slammed the phone down onto the receiver, you were surprised it didn’t break with the amount of force he used. He rubs his eyes before running his fingers through his hair. He looks up, his eyes meeting yours without hesitation. Your heart pulls toward him. You wanted to get out of your seat and slip your tongue into his mouth. You wanted to be near him, holding him and you didn't know why. His eyes are still on yours as he walks out of his office, heading straight for you. Your heart begins to pound as he gets closer to you. 

"Who are you?" He asks, abruptly. You're looking directly in his eyes, you can’t help but almost get lost in them. They’re so dark, like they're filled with pure hatred. 

"Uh, I'm L/N Y/N. I'm your new Senior Data Analyst. " You respond. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Byun." 

"We’ll see about that. Get to work Miss. L/N." He says, walking out of your office and back to his. Your eyes meet again as he brings down his shade, his eyes still glued to yours. 

The rest of the day, you couldn't get him off your mind. You had a hell of a time trying to focus on any of your work. You just wanted to see him again. Anytime you let your mind wonder, it went to him immediately. You felt like you loved him but you didn't even know him.

After you had finally finished all your work, it was dark outside. You let out a big, loud yawn as you stretched your body from your desk. You gathered all your belongings and turned the lights out to your office. As you walked by Mr. Byun’s office, you noticed the lights were still on. You peaked in through a small patch of glass that was uncovered from the shade and saw him sitting at his desk with another extremely handsome man, sitting across from him. You knew you shouldn’t have been peaking in, but your curiosity got the better of you. Within seconds, Mr. Byun’s head whipped around, his eye’s shooting daggers towards you. 

You let out a small screech before you quickly take off to the elevator, hoping that either it comes fast or he doesn't come out of his office after you. You get onto the elevator and press the close door button as quickly as you can.

You made it home that night without incident and without Mr. Byun yelling at you for being nosey. You just needed to mind your business and not do that again. 

You dreamt of him that night. His hands gliding over your body, his tongue licking you everywhere, how he tasted, how it felt to have him on top of you. You woke up in a puddle of sweat the next morning. You had so wished it was real. 

The rest of the week went by, and he paid you no attention at all. He didn't even bring up your little snooping issue. Whenever he had a request from you, he sent Ava to ask you. Obviously he couldn’t be bothered to do it himself. You hated that. You wanted to see him again. 

He kept the shades of his glass office down, further avoiding any contact with you. It wasn’t until the next week that you’d finally be able to see him again. Lisa had ever-so apologetically placed a stack of papers on your desk, minutes before 5pm. You weren't one to just leave the papers for the morning, and honestly, you had no one waiting for you at home so why wouldn't you stay late and do them. Around 8pm, you’d finally finished and you were carefully planning Lisa’s murder for the next day. You were exhausted. You grabbed your coat off the back of your chair and rubbed your eyes while you walked towards the elevator. You were so tired you didn’t even look in Mr. Byun’s office as you passed it. You had expected him to have left hours ago anyways. You pressed the down button on the wall and waited silently. It wasn't until a few seconds later you felt someone standing behind you. The doors to the elevator ding, sliding open. You turn around and see him standing there, an unimpressed expression plastered on his face. 

He looks at you and at the open elevator doors, motioning for you to get in. your brain finally clicks and you get on as he follows behind you. You press the button for the first floor and prepare for an uncomfortable and silent ride down 34 floors. Mr.Byun takes a deep breath as he stands next to you, your arms just almost touching. “Why are you here?” he murmurs under his breath. You barely didn’t quite catch what he had said. 

“What was that?” You ask, turning your head to look at him. 

He sighs. Turning towards you, taking a few steps until you're backed into the wall. He places his hand next to your head, leaning himself in closer to you. 

“I said.. Why are you here?” he whispers, his lips so close to yours. “Do you have any fucking idea what youre doing to me?” he asks, breathing heavily. His head moves closer to you, his lips narrowly escaping yours as he places his head onto your neck, inhaling deeply. It was like he couldn't get enough of your smell. Before you could say anything the elevator dings, and he moves away from you as fast as he can, walking out into the lobby, leaving you there wondering what the fuck just happened.

**

Over the next several weeks after that incident, he kept trying his best to ignore you. Everyday. Occasionally you’d catch a glance of him, and the eye contact was so intense you could feel heat running through your entire body. Everyday that you didn’t see him, your heart hurt more and more. You couldn’t explain why but it felt like it was breaking you. You knew it was ridiculous, he was your boss, how could you love him? 

You didn't have an answer to why you did, but you did and you really didn't want to.

After working at your office for a few months, you decided you needed a change. You were tired of looking frumpy and exhausted while everyone around you looked bright and amazing. You needed to reinvent yourself, and spice up your life and you needed to do it now or you wouldn’t do it at all. That weekend you took the plunge. 

You went to the salon first. you got your hair done something that was better suited for you, a new style and new color. You went to the mall, and completely changed your wardrobe from the baggy clothes you were wearing to things you normally would never wear. You bought outfits that actually fit you, and showed off your body instead of hiding it. You bought proper bras and sexy panties. You felt good and different, but a good different. You couldn't wait to showcase the new you. You had never felt so confident in yourself before, and you loved it. 

Monday morning, you strutted into the office, your dress hugging your curves, your hair bouncing as you walked. You could feel all eyes on you as you walked to your office. You had never felt everyone watching you in a good way before and it felt amazing. You placed your jacket on the hook and sat in your chair to get to work. Lisa walked into your office with her mouth hanging wide open. 

“Girl.” She squeals. “You look phenomenal!” She eye’d you up and down, admiring your outfit.

You could feel your cheeks get hot from the compliment. “Thank you.” you laughed. “It feels weird, but good.” you tell her. 

“It should feel all good, girl. You look great.” she smiles. “Also Ava is out today, so i've been instructed to tell you that Mr. Byun needs to see you in his office.” She says, side eyeing his office.  

You try your best to swallow the lump in your throat as you nod your head. You hadn't seen him when you walked in, and you anxiously wondered what he would possibly think of your new look. You stood up, smoothed out your dress before heading towards his office. You stood in front of the door, breathing heavily as you knocked lightly on his door. 

“Come in.” you hear from a gruff voice. 

You turn the handle to his door and walk in and it’s like you can’t breathe. He sits there, his hands in his lap, leaning back in his chair. Fuck he looks so good. 

“You wanted to see me?” you ask. 

“You changed yourself.” he points out. His eyes trail your body up and down as he admires you. 

“Just a few things. What did you need to see me for, Mr. Byun?” you ask. You wanted to get out of there as fast as you could. Your heart was racing, you could feel the sweat covering the palms of your hands. 

“Call me Baekhyun.” he says, getting out of his chair. He walks towards you, almost in slow-motion, like he was gliding towards you. You step back as he gets closer to you. His head reaches out, caressing your face. 

“It’s getting too hard to fight, Y/N.” he whispers, looking deep into your eyes. “I don’t want to want you.” 

“I don’t want to want you either.” You admit. 

“You feel it too? The pull, the urge, the desperation?” he asks. You can’t speak, you can only nod your head. “Then it’s true.. You are my mate.”  

“I'm your what..” you ask. Before he can answer, his door swings open. Baekhyun backs away from you and in walks a brunette bombshell. She was absolutely stunning and you’d never seen her before. 

“Jennie.” Baekhyun says, clearing his throat. “What are you doing here?” he asks. 

“Poor girl looks frightened, Baeky.” she smiles. “I hope you're not scaring your staff too much.” she giggles. 

“Who are y..” you begin before she cuts you off. 

“Oh!” she laughs. “I’m Jennie Kim.” she announces, moving closer to Baekhyun,  wrapping her arm around him. 

“I’m his fiancee.” 

[potatzu]

meow 🐱

[binniebutter]

peanut || kim namjoon

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x pregnant!Reader

Genre: little angsty, fluff; established relationship, married au, pregnant au, idol au

Word Count: 525

Warnings: gross food combo

“YOU’RE WHERE!?” Namjoon winced at the volume of your voice and quickly moved his cellphone away from his face before you blasted his eardrums any further. He couldn’t blame you though, you had every right to be yelling at him. This is the third time in a row that he’s been late to movie night and he feels extremely guilty all over again as he imagines you on the couch, all alone, waiting for him. “NAMJOON, ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? This is the fourth time. THE FOURTH!!” The fourth time in a row then.

“I know baby, I know. I’m sorry gorgeous. We’re just running a little late here at the radio station. I promise I’ll be there soon. Just wait a bit for me, love,” he said in a quieter voice, hoping to calm you down slightly. He was sure that some of the guilt he was feeling was showing through in his tone. You were quiet on the other end of the line for a few moments and Namjoon held his breath as he hoped that you weren’t about to blow. 

Instead, the opposite happened.

“Is it always going to be like this Namjoon?” you asked defeatedly as if you had given up. On what? He had no idea. He could only hope it wasn’t him. Even though you have been together for a few years and friends for even longer, he still worries that you’ll eventually get tired of him and his lifestyle. He’s tried his hardest to keep you happy and to be around but he’s scared that it might not be enough. “Is it? What about when Peanut comes, huh? Will you even be here for the birth of our baby or will you have some schedule that is more important than them? Than me?” Your voice cracks as you say those last words and Namjoon’s heart breaks at the thought of you crying. A few tears slip out from his eyes before he hastily wipes them away.

“No, no baby. There is nothing in this whole goddamn world that is more important to me than you and Peanut, ok. I love you so much that it physically hurts being away from you and I’m so sorry that I’ve made it seem as if you both aren’t my number one priority. You are, Y/n. You and Peanut are the loves of my life and I can’t wait to meet our little boy or girl. I’m so sorry, darling. I’ll try to come home ASAP, ok? So stop crying, please,” he pleaded desperately. There’s nothing he hates more than seeing, or in this case hearing, you cry.

“Ok, ok, I believe you. I’m sorry for doubting you and for crying it’s just these fucking hormones, God,” you chuckled wetly. “Can-can you buy some ketchup on your way home? We ran out and I need some for my apples.”

“Yea, darling. I can buy some ketchup on the way home. You and your weird pregnancy cravings.”

“Yet, you still put up with me. I love you, Kim.”

“Well, I kinda have to, you’re carrying my child. I love you too, Kim.”

[nihyunluvskookie]

“you should’ve known by this time”

“Changkyun one shot”

Pairing: Im Changkyun x female reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: There’s none because it’s fluff

Word count: 1.5K

Author’s note: it’s my first time writing changkun’s one shot, yes, he finally made me write because the amount of changkyun I’m consuming every day is insane, really. And I can’t believe I wrote his fluff, I was wondering how did it turn out, hope anyone reading this would like it, happy reading:)

We were sitting on my bed; I was sitting on the corner of my bed and he was in the middle of the bed. I was holding his hand and he was holding mine with a tight grip. He was holding me tight probably because he’s scared, I will fall off from the bed since I was literally on the corner of my bed. I was trying to click his picture from there in my phone. The hand, I was holding was stretched out and another hand was gripping my phone, I was so focused on the phone’s camera because I was trying to click his picture without any filter and he was bare faced. Once I clicked and he heard the sound; he pulled me towards him, making me shove the phone on his face. The way he pulled me, it caught me off guard, I am somehow glad he couldn’t hear my heart beat, which was beating like crazy. The proximity kills me at times, because my heart doesn’t know how to stop reacting from this close proximity. I looked at him, retracting from the position which we were in earlier, he was still holding my hand, “you look so freaking good and handsome even though you’re 4 years older than me hump!” I meant it, he looked so good like so fine in bare face. Sometimes I look at him and think, how is he even older than me? he is just so good looking, I feel like I don’t appreciate him enough.

He was laughing, and his cute dimples were visible, one day I wish I could actually dive into his dimples, but I am keeping these fantasies to me because I shouldn’t let these feelings grow any deeper, he is my neighbour Changkyun who happened to be my crush and then he is the idol I.M for the world “and look at me” I told him, with my sulky face, his face changed from a smiling one to an unreadable face. He was staring at me, I took this as a chance and went to the different side of the bed to click his picture from a different angel, he probably caught it and he was covering his face with the other hand because he was still holding me with one hand.

“See you look so good, no doubt your fans love you and are head over heels for you” and before I could say anything more to him, he pulled me again and this time he wrapped his hands on me, his chin was on my shoulder. I was too shocked to react, anything. I could feel my heartbeat and his as well, basically mine was beating faster than his, which was very expected because of the proximity.

His lips were near my ears and he said “you look pretty as well and I am glad no one claimed you yet, because” afraid that I would fall because of him, my other hand made its way to his waist and I wrapped my hands around his waist, his lips touched my ears, my skin “I want you as mine”

A shiver ran down my spine, I couldn’t think of anything else for a moment. Thank god my face was on his chest and he couldn’t look at me, my face was red, because of the blush and I hate the fact blush is always noticeable on my face.

The urge to fight back or ask him why was he flirting with me like this, he should know that he is not allowed to do this with me, because my heart can’t take it. My heart just responds to everything he does.

I couldn’t believe what he asked me, “you don’t believe me?” his words were telling my mind a thing and my heart other thing, how badly I wanted to believe him and wanted to escape right now, I couldn’t face him, “you should’ve known by this time… because I… love.. it… when… you….” he trailed off, our cheeks touched, I could feel him turning his face and his lips were just few centimeters away from my cheeks, to have a contact.

I would die for this, my heart was beating so fast, having a crush on him, was so dangerous. As if he just doesn’t kill me with his voice and his dimples. I felt a slight brush of his lips on my cheeks and I heard my mum’s voice. I got a chance to escape because if I stayed here a single second more with him my heart would go crazy and I wouldn’t have any control over myself and I would end up kissing him even before he says anything to me.

“Yah, mum came let me go I'm hungry” and I pushed him, went away. I left him on my bed, I wanted to run away but I couldn’t because mom might see me like this, all red and might ask. No one knows about my crush and the deep feelings I’m having for Changkyun. I went out of my room as normally as I could. He was coming after me, I went to kitchen and he followed me. “Mum” she looked at me and then she spotted him.

“Ah, Changkyun is here as well? Did you bring her home?” we were out for a small gathering with friends and he took me because he said he wanted me to come, and since I was bored at home, I accompanied him also because he came back home after a long time and I wanted to see him.

“Yes, I brought her back home, she was bored there” I shot him a look, it was him who looked bored so I told him, let’s go back home and he suggested he would stay with me, until my mum comes back home.

I hit him on his arm, “YAH”

“WHAT?” he eyed me, “go back to her room, I’ll bring fruits for you guys and Changkyun you came home after a long time, don’t you miss me or her?” my eyes widen the moment my mum mentioned me, why would she say that, “MUM when did I-

“I missed you, and I missed her a little more this time and it’s been a long time since I last visited.” he should stop saying stuffs like this because my heart can’t take more.

“We are going back to my room mum” and I walked towards my room, the moment we entered our room, he closed the door behind me, and held my hand, I didn’t look back at him, not yet.

He pulled me in his embrace, he hugged me from back, and slowly my mind understood what was he doing, he was back hugging me, his arms around my waist, holding me with delicacy. My breathing stopped; I couldn’t react.

“Stop here for a minute” I nodded, without knowing what to do next, I turned to look at him after few seconds passed. His eyes looked at mine, way too intensely, I was lost in his eyes, “I didn’t lie when I said I missed you a little more this time” his hands trailed up to hold my cheeks, his fingers were caressing my cheeks, “really” his eyes softened, “I missed you, what about you, didn’t you miss me?”

How was I supposed to answer to him when his touches were doing things to my mind and my body, “I… did, I

Before I could reply him, with ‘I did, I missed you, as if missing wasn’t enough, I just wanted you to come back home, just to see me, I wanted to see you, infornt of me’. His lips touched mine, my eyes closed as if this felt like a dream, his lips were soft, softer than a feather. His other hand went to my waist and pulled me closer, my hands were resting on his chest, after few seconds he pulled himself back.

He was looking at me, his hands were resting on my cheeks, they were holding me, his touch was so soft, I forgot to speak and breath. I took a deep breath and told me, what I wanted to tell him, “I missed you, more than you could miss me, I wanted to hear your voice, I wanted to see you infront of me, just me, I wanted you to come back home and see me, even if it meant for a second, I just wanted to…” I was startled by his sudden move, he turned me, and my back touched the wall of my room, I was about to continue, and he kissed me again, this kiss was different, from the earlier, one. This was more like he was claiming me, the way he told me he would claim me. He stopped kissing me and said “you’ve no idea how much you drive me insane.” He was holding my chin.

“I didn’t lie when I said I wanted you as mine, because I want you to be just mine and waited to know you more, so here I am.” I was so taken aback from his sudden confession; my mind went blank when he kissed me again.

[chilligyu]

THE8 - HOT OFFICIAL TEASER 1 THE STEAMPUNK AU VIBES ARE STRONG

[kpopco]

RENJUN // HOT SAUCE [20210527] 

↳ for anon

[shining-red-diamond]

Amore de Nero

Words: 3.2k

Pairing: San x Reader (feat. ATEEZ)

Rating: M

Genre: Thriller, Fluff, Angst, Suggestive

Warnings: language, blood, violence, use of weapons, torture, frightening imagery, dark magic

Banner and proofread by: @multiheaux-house

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“Damn it!” Y/N swore to herself.

The sky above her had disappeared behind dark clouds, and thunder roared not too far away. Yet here she was, stranded on an old Italian road, miles outside of Venice. If she had just kept her big mouth shut, then she wouldn’t have had a fight with the taxi driver.

“His fault for not cleaning his car,” she scoffed. It wasn’t that Y/N was a neat freak, but if one works in a service that transports people from point A to point B then they should at least keep their vehicle clean. The driver clearly didn’t care to do so as it smelled as if dogs did all of their business there over a course of twenty years along with piles of trash stuffed underneath the floor carpets.

Y/N considered calling for help, but she wouldn’t be able to get service without WiFi as she kept her phone on airplane mode when traveling internationally. Her best bet was to hopefully find someone that could help her out by continuing on foot. She hated that she was having to walk the rest of her journey with her backpack and luggage in another country where someone could easily jump her, beat her, and steal her items leaving her for dead. Pepper spray was on her at all times, and she had taken self-defense classes; but still, you never knew what could happen when traveling in a place where the culture is different.

After walking for about two hours, Y/N’s feet began to hurt. She stopped by an opening to a forest, a restful sight after nothing but fields, and a lone tree stump allowed her to sit down for a while and massage her feet. The sun was about to set and shelter was nowhere in sight. Hitchhiking sounded like an option, but Y/N had heard too many horror stories of people getting kidnapped or worse by doing so. She opted to just keep going until she found some sort of civilization.

As she slowly stood to her feet, there was a rustling next to her. An alarm went off in her head, and she quickly grabbed her pepper spray.

“Who’s there?” she asked. Her feet were planted into the soil, and she was holding out her spray to where the rustling was. “I’m not afraid of you.”

Meow.

A black cat with bright ruby eyes was sitting there in the tall grass just staring up at her and wiggling its tail. Breathing a sigh of relief, Y/N relaxed.

“Hey, little guy,” Y/N chuckled at the little creature, putting the pepper spray away. “You lost?”

Meow.

Upon closer look at the feline, Y/N noticed a small cut right above his nose. “Poor thing,” she sighed. “Here, baby.”

She pulled out a small baby wipe from her backpack to help clean up the wound a little. The cat would probably hate her for it, but she was able to get it to come to her a little closer. He allowed her to gently clean the dried blood from his nose.

“Good as new,” Y/N smiled as she stood.

Purring came from it almost immediately, and he trotted on over to her and brushed up against her legs as if they were old friends.

“Cute.”

Thunder roared in the distance as dark clouds formed above them.

“You wouldn’t happen to know a place to get out of the rain would you?” Y/N asked her new friend.

As if the cat would underst-Did it just...nod?

“I must be losing my mind,” she shook her head.

The cat then began to walk away from her, but looked back at her as if to say, “Follow me.”

“I’m really about to follow a cat,” Y/N realized as she gathered her things. “Better than sitting by the road all night, I guess.”

Y/N continued to follow the little animal down a stone path that stretched deeper and deeper into the woods, the cat stopping every so often to allow her to catch up. Thunder was growing louder, and a few raindrops began to fall down. Y/N hoped they would be at wherever the cat was going, they’d be there soon.

Sure enough, they came upon a small clearing in the woods, the stone almost melting into a full concrete path to a grand mansion. It looked deprived of any human life, yet it still looked...clean? No vines having stretched up to the second-story windows over a long period of time, no broken doors or windowpanes, no dead plants, nothing that would scream an abandoned house was present. It was as if someone still lived there, but no one was home.

The cat entered the house by leaping through an open window on the first floor, and then appearing from behind the now opening wooden door.

“Uh...okay,” was Y/N managed to get out. She wasn’t sure how to process it, but she decided she was too tired to ask questions.

Following the cat inside, Y/N was amazing at how clean and pristine everything looked. The parlor was framed by two wooden staircases that twisted up to the floors above, the marble tile floor gleamed from the sparkling crystal chandelier above, and a stoked fireplace could be seen burning in the living room. It was fancy, but it was also cozy in its own way.

Meow.

Another black cat appeared this time with golden eyes, alongside the red-eyed feline. The two creatures glanced at Y/N before looking towards a hallway that lead to what she guessed was a kitchen. She followed her little friends to it and was led to a greenhouse that was attached to it. A series of distressed mewling came from where clay pots were stacked, and when she looked, there was yet another black cat but tangled in some sort of netting. His little, baby blue eyes looked over at Y/N, almost begging her to free him.

“I’ll get you out, buddy,” she promised while looking around for something sharp.

Five more black cats appeared, all with different colored eyes (white iridescent, sky blue, sapphire blue, dark gray, and purple), and they all watched as Y/N explored around the greenhouse. There were no broken shovels, no carving knives outside, and not even some sort of blade was visible.

When the cat with the iridescent eyes then meowed and led her to the center of the glass structure. A dagger with a gunmetal handle decorated in gothic engraving was sticking out from a large tree stump. It seemed to have been buried deep within it as an eighth of the blade was visible from what Y/N could see. Her hand grabs the cold metal, and she begins to pull it out slowly while begging in a rapid whisper, “Don’t break. Don’t break. Don’t break.” With some tugging, she successfully pulled the weapon out in one piece.

The baby blue-eyed cat was still struggling to free itself, but Y/N approached slowly and calmed him.

“You’ll be out in a moment,” she promised. Taking the net into her hand, she sliced a section almost seemingly with the sharp dagger. The cat calmed down as Y/N worked for about a minute to free him from the suffocating binds.

“There you go,” she smiled.

The cat checked himself before nuzzling his head against her hand in gratitude.

“You’re welcome, kitty,” Y/N giggled. She then looked down at the dagger in her hand. “If this belongs to the owner of the mansion, I’ll return it. Now, let’s see if I can’t find a bed for the night.”

Feeling a nudge at her knee, Y/N glanced down and saw the golden-eyed cat sitting there and looking up at her. He used his head to nudge her forward again as if to make her go.

“You wanna show me where I can sleep, little guy?” she asked.

With a leap, the cat placed himself in front of her and began to prance towards the grand, winding staircase. Y/N didn’t hesitate to follow him as the other seven cats gathered around to stroll with her, two riding on one of her suitcases she grabbed from the parlor. The hallways were a bit gloomy, but not in a haunting way. It was more as if it had been asleep for centuries and was waiting to wake up. A few vases of flowers (and fresh ones?) were lining the halls, and a grand carpet stretched from the staircase to the end of the hall.

The cat turned to a room that was the fourth one on the left and scratched the door a little bit.

“This one?” she asked. “Okay.”

Y/N turned the brass doorknob and pushed the wooden door open to find a beautiful bedroom decorated with a lot of vintage items. The bed had a sturdy, wooden frame, and the mattress was covered with a delicate rose pattern printed against a maroon wash of color. An armoire stood in a corner of the room facing the wall the bed was against, and a dark-wooden vanity sat just in the opposite corner. Another door was placed in between them, which revealed a pristine bathroom complete with a large shower and tub.

Sitting her bags by the vanity, she decided she would unpack and settle in later as she wanted to explore the mansion a bit. She pets the two cats still sitting on her luggage before heading over to the large and tall window. From looking out of it, Y/N saw the sun begin to descend, and the golden-eyed cat leaped onto the bed to let out a huge yawn and stretch.

“Sleepy?” she giggled while still gazing out the window. “You can snuggle with me tonight if you’d like.”

“That actually sounds really nice,” a male voice from behind her responded.

Y/N jumped and turned around. Where a cat once sat, a young man around twenty-two years old took its place. His dark black hair was slicked back, a few strands pulled over his forehead to give a stylized appeal. His chiseled face was pale with the exception of some redness under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept in years. A darker shade of red was smeared from the right corner of his mouth up to his cheek as if lipstick was smudged on him; and he was dressed in a shirt that mimicked him having tattoos, a black vest, black pants, and a black pair of dress shoes. His eyes glowed a golden hue, and sharp teeth mimicked that of a vampire’s when he smirked.

“What the-?” Y/N gasped. “How did you-? Where did you-? What?”

“You’re gonna wear out your tongue, miss,” the man chuckled.

“I-I don’t understand. How did you get in so fast without me hearing you?”

“It’s alright. But I think it’s better if we all tell you the tale.”

“We?”

One by one, a mix of red, gold, and silver sparkles surrounded the cats transforming them into handsome young men as the sun descended behind the forest. Two of them sat on the bed with the man, one was sitting in the vanity’s chair, two others stood by the door and were brushing off some dust, and two were straddling her luggage handles, one of them accidentally falling over.

“Wooyoung,” one of the men sitting on the bed sighed and shook his head, his small ponytail swaying a little.

“Sorry, miss,” the one named Wooyoung nervously laughed.

Each of them was dressed similarly to the man, but with different styles. Each of their eyes glowed the same as their cat forms, and they all looked just as tired and pale. What stood out to Y/N the most were the seemingly fresh scratches somewhere on each of them.

“What kind of sick fairytale did I step into?” Y/N whispered.

“I know it’s confusing,” the man with the ponytail said as he stood to smooth out his shirt, his scratches in the middle of his chest. “But allow us to introduce ourselves, first.”

“I’m San,” the first man said.

“I’m Hongjoong, and I rule this forest. The one who just fell is Wooyoung.”

He waved as he stood to his feet.

“The one sitting on the other suitcase is the one you freed from the net, Mingi,” he continued. “And then this is Jongho, Seonghwa, Yunho, and Yeosang.”

“I’m the one who found you by the road,” the one named Yeosang smiled, his scratch across the bridge of his nose. Identical to the one from his cat form.

“I’m Y/N,” she finally spoke up after coming out of her confused stupor. “It’s nice to meet all of you, and thank you for your kind hospitality.”

She held the dagger to hand to Hongjoong. “This must be yours since the house is yours.”

Instead of taking the object and thanking her, he shook his head. “The dagger belongs to you now. We’ve been waiting for you for a long time?”

Y/N raised a brow. “Come again?”

“Do you know what you have in your hand?”

“It’s a daggar. Is there some sort of holy grail significance?”

“It all started four years ago,” Hongjoong began their story. “My cousin Jongkook lived in the enchanted forest with us. Our uncle, the former ruler of the forest, was to pass down the crown. When it was time to select the successor, I was chosen as the next ruler. Jongkook was enraged, so he left. For a while, everything was at peace, but little did we know that Jongkook would return, stronger and heavily practiced in dark magic. He then began to take the forest piece by piece. I tried to force Jongkook to leave, but his strength was overwhelming. Most of my army were either destroyed or turned into his servants, their minds turned to darkness and evil. These seven were able to escape, but not without falling under his magic. I was able to reverse it, but only partially. Sunrise to sunset, we walk as cats. Sunset to sunrise, we are human.”

“Technically,” San sighed, “we’re still cursed. Hongjoong has no power strong enough to overthrow him. Only the girl who pulls the dagger from the tree stump will be able to overcome Jongkook, bring life back to the forest, and set us free.”

“No one has been able to free the dagger, until today,” Hongjoong concluded with a smile of hope.

Wooyoung jumped to his feet and clapped. “We’re gonna be free!” he cheered as he danced happily.

“Wait,” Y/N stopped them. “It can’t be me. I’ve never overcome anyone in my life. I wish I could-”

San gently took her hand into his. “I know it’s a ton to take in, now; but how about you sleep a bit? We can talk more before sunrise.”

They couldn’t speak while in cat form, so Y/N figured she’d have to guess they’d work out a form of Pictionary to communicate with them during the day.

“Could I explore the mansion for a bit?” Y/N requested. “If I’m going to be here for a bit, then I’d better familiarize myself with everything.”

“Okay,” Hongjoong agrees with a nod, “but promise you’ll get some sleep afterward.”

“I will.”

San offers to show her around, and Y/N follows him out.

The hallways were dim now, but Hongjoong quickly illuminated the place with a snap of his fingers just as lightning flashed from outside. With the house illuminated so warmly, it felt more welcoming than when she first entered.

“Even though you’re safe,” San said as he came up from behind her, “some parts of the house feel creepy at night.”

“I’m not scared of the dark,” Y/N replied.

“You’re braver than Mingi and Wooyoung combined,” Yunho joked with a chuckle.

“Hey!” the two in question shouted back.

San stopped by a small table and picked up what looked like...an iPhone? He switched on the flashlight mode and saw the confused expression on Y/N’s face. “We may be cursed, but we still live in the twenty-first century.”

“Well, when you guys said that Hongjoong ruled the forest,” she shrugged, “I thought you were in serious fairytale mode.”

“We get mail and have bills to pay like most people,” San explains as he looks for a light switch on the wall. “We just work at night, and keep the enchanted forest stuff to ourselves to prevent outsiders from finding us.”

“Oh, well, if you’re trying to keep outsiders out, wouldn’t the post office know your address?”

“We have a PO box,” he says as he turns the switch on, bright lights from the ceiling and chandeliers illuminating the dim halls and main area. “There we go. Are you hungry?”

Y/N nods. “Plane food doesn’t exactly satisfy your stomach for long.”

“We’ve got a variety of things,” San smiles as he leads her to the kitchen. “I think we may have leftover chicken and rice if that’s alright.”

“I’m okay with anything really,” Y/N replied. “But that does sound good.”

The kitchen itself was fairly large with cherry wood cabinets and a quartz island in the center. There wasn’t much decoration, except for a few plants and succulents. There were a couple of dishes in the sink, and the last bit of sunlight peaked through the window.

San searches the refrigerator and finds the food requested. “I’ll heat this up for you,” he says as he prepares a plate for Y/N. He then puts the plate of food in the microwave for about a minute before serving it to Y/N with a glass of water.

“Thanks,” she smiles and begins to eat. The flavor satisfied her tongue, and she was happy to finally eat normal food.

“I guess airplane food really does suck,” San joked.

“Zero out of five stars,” Y/N teases back. “Would not recommend.”

The two laughed, the moment breaking the ice.

“I’m glad we can be of some hospitality until you get back on your feet,” San says once he’s caught his breath.

“Thank you,” Y/N smiles. “While, I do have a job interview in a few days, I don’t know if I want to go to the hotel I’m to be staying at. It’s so lovely here.”

“Stay for as long as you need. You’re our guest.”

“You missed your opportunity to burst into the ‘Be Our Guest’ number from Beauty and the Beast.”

San shrugs. “Well, our flatware doesn’t sing, so we’re out of luck there. Anyhow, we can give you a tour of the mansion if you’d like.”

“Maybe tomorrow,” Y/N yawns. “I’m a bit tired after today.”

“I understand,” San nods. “I’ll have breakfast ready for you before the sun comes up. I’ll leave you a note on how to heat it up.”

She looks at him confused for a moment before realizing why. “So, you won’t be able to talk to me in cat form?”

He shakes his head. “It’s all about body language when you’re a feline.”

Tags: @treasure-hwa​

[hereisleo]

from/ ‘All Hallows’ Eve’

w/ k.hj & reader

g/ inspired by “persona 3”: angst, friendship, supernatural

w.c/ 1k

a.n/ hello~ it’s me~ it’s been a while since i stepped foot in tumblr! sorry for disappearing without notice but i’ve not been in the writing mood for some time, life too has been busy. in honour of spoop month, here’s another piece to the series. i don’t know how many of you are still around but enjoy! happy halloween!

t.w/ ghost, blood, death

[First Quarter]

“Don’t.”

You stop in your tracks. Why? He warns you out of good nature but never is able to explain more. He doesn’t know either, he tells you it’s a bad time to go and you might see something you wish to forget. There’s no turning back when it happens. Unfortunately, the inevitable already happened. You’ve seen him, an anomaly in your usually normal life. Kim Hongjoong. A dead man. A ghost in your apartment.

“Have you gone out there? In the hidden hour?”

Hongjoong shakes his head. He doesn’t remember anything related to his death. As a ghost, he feels everything that living humans doesn’t feel. The danger, the restlessness, the wailing, the torment. He calls it the hidden hour, a secret hour where those without potentials turn into coffins and those with are preys. The hidden hour is where the dead become the living. Yet Hongjoong is still a ghost and you, a human, apparently with potential, are now sitting on your bed. The dark blue sky is tinted green with the half golden moon, so big and close to Earth almost as if the distance is reduced by half.

The coffins, water turning into blood, the gigantic moon are nothing compared to the lofty skyscraper of a tower appearing out of nowhere. A pseudo gothic edifice formed with the surrounding buildings pierce through the moon. It’s horrifyingly beautiful and Hongjoong agrees with your musing.

“I don’t know. Maybe I have. I can never seem to remember anything after a certain time. I can feel it nearing again, crawling under my skin.”

You look over at him, Hongjoong appears with his black and white striped polo shirt. Your first wild guess was a dead runaway prisoner but he miffly shut down the idea. No prisoner is as fashionable as he is. His hair matches his polo, black and white, cleanly split in half. Your second guess was Cruella cosplay which he took more graciously. A trailblazer of their own.

“You should sleep. There’s not much we can do at this time. If they sense you, you might as well be food for the dead.”

You tuck yourself in and Hongjoong too because he keeps you company while he contemplates life. The blanket goes through him but it's the thought that counts.

“Goodnight, Joong.”

[Waxing Gibbous]

“Joong? Hongjoong?”

Silence greets you in the hidden hour's eerie ambiance. You can hear the guttural noises the shadows are making down the street, louder than what you’re used to. Perhaps it's the moon phases, slowly but surely getting fuller each day, and each day, Hongjoong seems to disappear longer or have trouble appearing. Are ghosts affected by the phases? Why are you the only one who can see him? You’ve asked the apartment staff and none seem to know the existence of Kim Hongjoong.

“I’m here…”

Hongjoong looks a bit worse for wear. Did he lose weight? There are telltale of dark shadows under his eyes and his cheeks look slightly sunken in. The hidden hour. Where the dead becomes the living.

“Are the shadows giving you trouble?”

He slightly winced at your comment, it seems to hit the mark. He shut your window when the groaning of the shadows grew louder, clutching his forehead as if he had a very painful headache. You urge him to sit down, the blanket goes through him again but he never goes through your bed, what an interesting ghostly concept. He sinks further into your pillow, burying half of his face into it.

“That and my head feels like they’re splitting in half. I have dreams that don't feel like dreams. It’s always the same, it gets clearer each time.”

You reach forward to brush his fringes in comfort and your fingers painfully buzz with sharp static electricity. Well, that never happened before, your fingers usually pass through him with goosebumps trailing up your arms. He gives you an apologetic frown, too spent for another word.

“It’s alright, Joong, though I do wish I could see your dream so you don’t have to shoulder it yourself.”

His brows furrowed and he shakes his head. You should have been careful with what you wished for. It wouldn’t be long until you wished that his dream didn’t come true because that will be the last time you see your friendly ghost roommate.

[Full Moon]

Dreams do come true. The ear splitting roar you hear in your shared dream with Hongjoong becomes a reality. The bridge shakes and your footing is unstable. He can’t hear you, he’s too far. No, you couldn’t get close. There are instances where you are scared but this… This is fear.

Hongjoong is solid, he has pushed you away from him, his hands warm and strong against your shoulders. He drops to his knees, clawing at his head and letting out a heart wrenching scream. You feel suffocated within his presence.

“Make it stop! I just want to be free! I don’t want to hurt anyone!”

You jump, ignoring the handing in your ribcage, the twisting in your stomach and the cold sweat dripping down. Hongjoong, your ghost roommate, is alive. Your arms wrap around him, coughing when his elbow struck your chest but you held him. He burns inhumanly hot.

“It’s okay, Joongie. I’m right here. Be free.”

You didn’t know the implication of your statement, you didn’t know until Hongjoong looked at you with desperation, pain and guilt. But in that moment, he’s relieved and so are you. In an instant you feel bone chilling coldness seeping into you, so cold it burns. You hear shadows roaring and closing all around you, blood thick and pungent soaking your trousers, and coffins towering over you. Hongjoong starts to disappear, lighter and more translucent with each passing second.

“You must survive.”

Hongjoong’s parting word brings a specific memory. Those with potential are food for the living dead. The frantic rushing and jumping of shadows to feast, they were close enough for you to feel their teeth before you heard something shatter. The bell from the tower in the middle of the chime with intensity that rattles your teeth and eardrums.

Just like that the hidden hour ends. The twisted skyscraper disappears in a blink. The coffins towering over you turn into pedestrians, yelling and screaming at your state. You probably look similar to a notorious serial killer caught in the bloody act. In your arms is the cold body of Kim Hongjoong.

I must survive.

[baekhansol]

Heey.

I saw you write for Monsta X. so if you are okay with this, what about the boys reacting to you wanting to swim naked with them in a private pool??

I can't believe this was drafted and not posted wtf

shownu: the poor boy would be SHOOK. I see him getting super blushy, especially if he thinks you're kidding. but he'd be down to do it since it's a pivate pool.

wonho: one word. giggles! he'd run to the pool stripping. he would get in right away and be like, c'mon!! lets try! it's not even that he is eager to see you naked. okay maybe a little.

minhyuk: he would also be surprised, but if you remind him its private and no one would see he would do it.

kihyun: would strip right away. no giggles and no hesitation. if you're too slow, he is going to take your clothes off for you. dare I say he suggested it because he wants to see you naked?

hyungwon: now that he is beefed up, he is certain you just want to see his shoulders and thighs. I mean, guy's bathing suits are gonna cover those sexy legs, so-

jooheon: he would be shook and it would be so cute. he'd be down for it only after he was certain you didn't mean it as a joke. "my baby wants to see me naked? ok!"

changkyun: would think you just want pool sex. he would want to try, but he doesn't think it would be very comfortable for you. if you don't want sex, he would want to wear a bathing suit.

[kpopaeipathy]

Joshua, 1st Look

[not-majestic-bluenicorn]

The First Song || Captain!Yoongi x Merman!Jimin One-shot

Fandom(s): BTS || AU: Captain!Yoongi x Merman!Jimin, Wandering Tales || Genre: Fantasy || Language: English || Type: One-shot || WC: 8,202 words

Warnings: Almost drowning, mentions of war, war prisoner, dehydration, starvation, survivor's guilt, mentions of blood and bruises, bone weapons, passing out.

Summary: 

The humans and the Cold Bloods had been at war for years, Yoongi knew of the cruelty that characterized them. But when he falls prisoner of one of them, he begins to think that maybe they're not so bad after all.

Author’s note: This is part of the Wandering Tales Universe, and occurs many, many years before the events of Spirits of the Sea. A sentimental peace, I hope you all enjoy it <3

AO3 || Spirits of the Sea

I

“The sea is going to swallow us!” A soldier yelled, his voice swallowed by the raging storm around them.

“Don’t abandon your posts!” Yoongi bellowed, urging everyone to stay in place as they tried to keep the ship from capsizing.

The crew was completely drenched. Yoongi’s hair stuck to his face and he tried to brush it away, trying to find the way across the waves, stirring the wheel with all the strength he could muster. It was useless.

The ship had basically gotten a mind of his own.

“It’s useless, Captain! We’re going down!” Another marine yelled.

“Stay. In your. Posts!” Yoongi commanded again, not even sparing them a look.

He was trying to save their lives, all of them, but clearly the sky wasn’t so keen on taking mercy on them. 

“Cold Bloods ahead! Cold Bloods ahead!” The barrelman yelled, and the entire ship froze for a second. Even the sky stopped shedding tears for a moment.

It was the strength of the blue whale that finally achieved what nature had been trying to accomplish. Its body broke through the hull of the wooden ship while simultaneously turning it sideways. Yoongi was thrown towards the handrail with a force that left him breathless. He tried holding onto it for dear life, but the wood was slippery with rain, and he plunged into the dark abyss of the ocean.

The hit of the freezing water felt like a thousand needles digging into his back. His vision blurred. He tried swimming upwards with all his might, but the darkness made it impossible to distinguish up from down, and he hadn’t had a chance to take a gulp of air before falling into the water. It was hopeless, he knew that. So he closed his eyes and accepted the fate all captains must be willing to endure: he would go down with his ship.

The last thing he saw was a glimmering flash of silver.

II

When he woke up, Yoongi coughed out his lungs and the water in them. His body folded over, but he couldn’t move. Belatedly, he realized his hands were tied to his back and onto a wooden post firmly stuck to the floor. He struggled against it before realizing it was useless. Instead, he looked around. He couldn’t make out much due to the darkness, but he could hear the lapping of waves nearby and feel the jagged edge of rocks under his legs, so he was probably inside a cave.

The most worrisome thing was not even where he was, but who had brought him there. Someone had been skilled enough to fish him out of the sinking ship and tie him up inside the cave. And there was only one creature with the abilities to pull a trick like that. He heard the sounds of splashing in the water before the Cold Blood came in, dragging its body forward with its two arms.

The silver scales of its tail and the ones scattered around his body briefly reflected the moonlight, letting Yoongi know that it was of a considerable size. He had never seen one out of the water, especially with how it made them vulnerable to hunting by humans. If it weren’t because he was tied, Yoongi would probably be trying to murder it in that instant. Well, at least their species was smart.

As it approached him, Yoongi realized that it wasn’t only that the tail had reflected the moonlight, but it just literally shimmered on its own, like it had captured light somehow. He was enraptured by it, until the Cold Blood came too close and Yoongi found himself shifting backwards, until the post was digging into his upper back and his wrists painfully.

He couldn’t see it in the darkness of the cave, but he could hear its breathing. It sounded so human-like. Except Yoongi knew better. They were cold-blooded monsters, intelligent enough only to follow their instincts. They knew nothing of compassion and peace, and they had to be exterminated.

When it shifted closer towards him, Yoongi kicked forward with one of his legs. It yelped away, making a weird clicking noise that seemed to express distress or distaste. Yoongi couldn’t tell.

“Go away! Leave!” He ordered, hoping that the noises would scare it away.

It worked neatly, as the creature skittered away back into the water, and Yoongi was left alone once again, in the darkness.

–

When he woke up again, Yoongi found a pair of silver eyes staring deeply at him. He let out a startled scream, which caused the creature to scoot away with a melodious laugh. Yoongi’s eyes widened. He wasn’t aware that Cold Bloods could laugh or express anything other than murderous rage. But here was the silver-tailed creature, smiling at him with its razor sharp teeth.

It was the most beautiful creature Yoongi had ever seen in his life. He was breathless, until he realized he was able to see it perfectly because there was light pouring into the cave. He looked around earnestly, taking in his surroundings. The cave wasn’t too deep or too tall, probably a little shorter than his full size if he stood up. It curved slightly towards the exit, which explained why Yoongi hadn’t been able to see the moonlight, which hadn’t been strong enough to get all the way to him.

He looked back at the sea creature, who was also eyeing him curiously. It didn’t seem scared at all . Yoongi guessed it was because he was firmly tied back. He attempted to speak, but his throat ached and sent him into a coughing fit. The truth was that he had swallowed a lot of salt water after he had fallen into the ocean, so he was severely dehydrated, and his body was starting to feel it.

The creature shifted, pulling from behind it a waterskin. It must have gotten it from wreckage. Yoongi eyed it hungrily, following it with his eyes when the Cold Blood moved it around. It let out a chuckle-like sound, and Yoongi realized it was toying with him. That, honestly, pissed him off a little. He was here, dying, and the damned thing was mocking him.

It inched closer once again, and Yoongi looked at it warily. But it didn’t care, it scooted forward until it was standing -could he call it that?- next to him. It brought the waterskin to his mouth, but it was closed, so nothing fell out. Yoongi, desperate as he was for a drop of water, bit onto the cap, trying to make it shift with his teeth. The creature, showcasing an intelligence Yoongi hadn’t known they were capable of, immediately understood and uncapped the waterskin with dexterous fingers.

Gently, it poured the water down Yoongi’s throat. He drank it avidly. The ocean had kept the water inside cool, and it refreshed his throat and his body so much. He drank until there was nothing left, and then let his head fall backwards with a deep sigh. He looked at the sea creature with new eyes. It had known he needed water and had helped him, and now it was playing with the waterskin like it had never seen such a curious object before.

“Waterskin,” he said.

The creature looked up at him and raised the object towards him, almost like a question. For god’s sake, were they communicating? Was that even possible? And despite his doubts and reservations, he repeated himself. The creature let out a little chirp before pointing to its own tail. Oh god, they were communicating. 

“Tail,” Yoongi said. The creature looked at its own tail and then stared straight at Yoongi for an uncomfortable amount of time. He stared back for as long as he could, but found himself getting fed up quite fast. “What?” He grumbled.

The Cold Blood seemed to understand that whatever it was doing was getting it nowhere, because then it did something Yoongi had never seen one of them do before. It made a sign with its hands. Yoongi gaped, shaking his head. The creature seemed very displeased, because it frowned before pointing at its tail and then signing again. It was telling him how to say tail in its language. It had a language.

“Oh my god…” Yoongi stared wide-eyed at it. 

In just a moment, his entire worldview had been shattered. For generations they had been taught that the Cold Bloods were irrational, stupid creatures that hated humankind and sought its destruction. And here he was, sitting with a Cold Blood that had given him water, exchanging how to say ‘tail’ in their respective languages. How was this an irrational, stupid creature full of hatred?

The creature looked away towards the entrance and quickly shuffled away, leaving Yoongi with many questions he hadn’t even considered before.

–

The next day, Yoongi was violently shaken awake. He woke up startled and disoriented. He couldn't feel his hands or his arms anymore, which was a little worrying, but there was a more pressing issue: he was starving. His guts hurt with how hungry he was, as it was probably around the third day he had gone without food. 

He looked at the silver creature with unfocused eyes, and noticed they- it, had something tied around its tail. It looked like a fisher's net, but it was full of all sorts of things. Treasures, Yoongi belatedly realized. A collection of all kinds of human things that had fallen into the ocean and been picked up by the curious creature prodding at him.

Once it confirmed he was awake, it untied the net from its tail and grabbed the first random object. It was a compass, broken and severely damaged by the water. He wondered if he had known its owner in his previous life as a captain... Right, Yoongi was a captain. With the strangeness of the situation he had forgotten about it. He wasn't meant to be alive. Had he been the only one to survive? Had he failed all his crew and, ultimately, also failed to die?

The creature pointed at the compass, demanding Yoongi for a name. He looked at it for a few seconds, licked his lips, ready to say something, and then he blanked out. Far away he could hear distressed sounds, a clatter of metal against stone. 

Water splashed against his face, and he recovered his consciousness.

The waterskin from the day before pressed against his lips and he tried to drink, but promptly spit the water out. It was salty. The creature looked at him in confusion before understanding and scattering away quickly, Yoongi's pleas for food going unnoticed. 

It came back a while later, carrying the waterskin. Yoongi accepted it, because there was not much else he could do about it. It was glorious fresh water. He drank about half of it avidly before rejecting any more of it. What he needed more than anything, was food.

"Food," he said, begged, almost. It looked at him in confusion. Yoongi groaned in frustration and tried pointing down at his stomach with his chin. "I need food, I'm hungry..."

The creature simply looked at him, so Yoongi decided to take another approach. He flailed his arms as best as he could, though he wasn't even sure they were actually moving, and looked back towards his tied hands. It seemed to understand him almost immediately, letting out a hiss-like sound of warning.

"Please," Yoongi muttered, looking at it with all the vulnerability he could muster.

It was quite obvious that Yoongi had seen much better days, because the face of the creature seemed to soften. It still looked wary of him, but it wasn't like Yoongi had the strength nor the weapons to kill it anyways. The creature knew this, because it cut right through the rope tying Yoongi back. Immediately, he brought his hands forward and flopped on his back.

He'd been sitting for almost three days straight. The ropes had cut through his skin, and his wrists were bloodied and purple. It was more than likely going to leave a scar. The creature looked at his injuries with curiosity, still holding in hand what seemed to be like a knife carved out of bone. It was detailed and well done, and Yoongi was once again amazed by how advanced the Cold Bloods seemed to be.

"Food," Yoongi repeated, this time using his hand to motion as if he were putting something in his mouth. The message got right across. 

It left once again, returning a bit later with a dead fish in its mouth, resting between its jagged teeth. Yoongi would laugh at how funny the picture was, rather puppy-like for a sea monster, if he weren't so tired. He was also quite worried about eating raw food, but there was no other option. He didn't have the strength nor the tools to make a fire and cook, so his only option was to pray.

He sat back up as best as he could while the creature deposited the fish in front of him.

Yoongi tried to pull the soft meat apart with his fingers, but they still hurt from the blood pumping back into them. It was obviously frustrating for the Cold Blood in front of him, who produced a weird noise from the back of its throat as it swatted Yoongi's hands away and began working the fish into small pieces before handing them to the captain.

Yoongi ate slowly. He was starving. Honestly, if he weren't so tired, he would have probably just bitten the fish straight up as it was and then died a slow and painful death as he bled from the inside from eating the fish's bones. However, the creature carefully avoided all of it and gave him clean pieces, which Yoongi put in his mouth as avidly as a half-dead man could (which wasn't a lot).

Once his first meal in days was finished, and Yoongi was feeling slightly more alive, the creature got a hold of the compass again and pointed at it. Yoongi gave it a pointed look before sighing and nodding once. It was only fair that he indulged it, since it had saved his life (after capsizing his boat, but still).

"Compass," he stated, receiving a pleased trill in return. 

It picked another thing.

"Inkwell," Yoongi answered again, observing as the creature put it neatly on the ground, next to the compass.

It occurred to him that the Cold Bloods probably didn't have signs for any of these things, as he doubted they could write with ink underwater, or navigate using compasses. Still, he wanted to know more. He wanted to know if the exchange from the previous day had been only a coincidence, or if there was really something more. So he pointed at the fish.

"Fish," he said, and waited. The creature looked at what was left of the dinner and back at Yoongi, before doing a small sign with its hands. It was, distinctly, a different sign from the one it had used for ‘tail’ the day before. 

Yoongi was amazed.

And slightly terrified.

Still, the exchange went on until the sun settled. Yoongi told it the name of all the junk it had carried into the cave on the net, and when it had a sign for those things, then it would show him how to do it. By the end of the day, Yoongi found himself smiling, in spite of the strange situation he was in.

III

Time went by, and before Yoongi had even realized it, he had begun to look forward to spending time with the half-fish. He wouldn't admit it out loud (not that it would matter, since they probably wouldn't understand him) but he had begun seeing these beings in a new light thanks to his savior -he wanted to say friend, but wasn't sure if they were at that point yet-.

More than that, he was surprised at how pretty they were. He'd heard stories from survivors of attacks that they were hideous creatures, covered in ugly scales and with monstrous claws. The descriptions were terribly exaggerated. They were definitely covered in scales, but they glistened under the sun, bright like fool's gold. His companion specifically had a silver tail, with silver scales littering its arms, torso, neck and even parts of his face. They did have claws, but they weren't nearly as terrifying, especially not with the pretty, silver webbed hands.

Their hair was also a pretty shade of silver, even their gray eyes shone like silver when the sun reflected upon them... 

Yoongi was starting to get a bit concerned about his own thoughts. 

He couldn't be blamed, to be fair. He wasn't sure how long he'd been down there in the cave, and his only company was this silver-tailed creature that constantly brought him fresh food and water, demanded that he showed them more of his language and his world, and laughed prettily in his face whenever Yoongi looked too surprised by something new.

It was probably the laugh that had first carved itself a space in his heart. It wasn't exactly like a human’s, but it was similar, just far more melodious, and it echoed through the cave, filling in the space. They were also fond of prodding at Yoongi with curiosity, something the ex-captain was not used to. They would grab at Yoongi's face or limbs and just move them around trying to figure out something or the other. Yoongi ended up learning to just let them.

It was during one such moment, where they were sitting next to Yoongi, fiddling with his hands while comparing them to their own webbed ones, that Yoongi decided he couldn't continue going on without a name.

"Hey," he called, but they were too preoccupied with his hands. Yoongi sighed and did the only thing he could think of. He grabbed them by their chin, forcing them to look up at him.

Yoongi nearly cursed when he felt his own heart skip a beat.

They were looking straight at him with wide eyes, lips partially open as they looked at Yoongi with what could only be confusion or alarm. The ex-captain stayed like that more than he would have liked, drinking in the factions of the creature that had tried to kill him but had ultimately saved him. 

He took a sharp breath and let go, scooting back.

"What is your name?" He asked, finally, though of course he got no answers. "Yoongi," he said, as he pointed to himself, and then he pointed at the creature.

They stared at him for what felt like an eternity. Sometimes they did that. Yoongi had begun to think that maybe they communicated in a way he couldn't hear, and when it was clear Yoongi wasn't getting the message, they gave up and used the signs. Which is exactly what happened in that moment.

Yoongi tried to replicate it with their guidance, but it didn't feel like it was enough. It was stupid, maybe, but he wanted to be able to call their name. 

He pointed to himself again.

"Yoongi," he moved his hand, pressing his index finger to the other's chest. "Jiwoo?" He asked, with no other ideas of how to ask for an opinion on if they liked it or not.

Their eyes widened impossibly more, and they smiled, all sharp teeth showing as they laughed with excitement. They had understood what he was trying to do, and it filled his heart with warmth. Still, they shook their head no.

"Hmm, Hajoon?" He tried again, but they were still shaking their head no. "Okay, then what about Jimin?"

This time, they considered it for longer. Yoongi's heart was beating impossibly fast in his chest. This was probably a mistake, and he shouldn't be getting attached. But then Jimin smiled and nodded, and none of that mattered anymore.

"Jimin," he repeated, earning himself a cheeky smile. Then Jimin was imitating him.

They point to themselves and do a sign, before pointing at Yoongi and doing a new sign. He doesn't know what it means, how could he? But it didn't matter, because Jimin was naming him and this might be the first positive interaction between their peoples. So Yoongi nodded, accepting the sign, and attempting to imitate it, even though his mind was not there.

He knew, without a doubt, that Jimin had just carved a permanent home in his heart.

IV

It happened rather suddenly.

Yoongi had had no intention to work on his feelings or even think about them. It was confusing enough that he liked a creature that was neither human nor beast, but something in between. An equal, he'd decided. Jimin was an equal to him, because what else could they be when they expressed such complex emotions as himself, when they had given him a name in their language, when they continued to surprise him at every little turn.

So, of course, because he decided not to think of his feelings and what they meant, they had the time to grow and gain force like the tide, until they came spilling out of him with the force of a storm. Well, spilling was a way of putting it, because Jimin couldn't understand such abstract words. Instead, he showed them.

They were sitting side by side after their meal, with their legs and tail submerged in the pool of water that led to the exit of the cave and into the ocean. It was honestly a bit of a wonder that Yoongi hadn't tried escaping yet, but he had no reason to. His crew was gone, his ship had sunk and he had failed as a captain. With Jimin there, he was kind of content with the idea of just wasting away in that cave.

As he thought of such things, Jimin laid their head on his shoulder. Yoongi stiffened at first, which caused them to move away. Yoongi turned towards them, eyes wide and looking for something. It wasn't the first time Jimin touched him, they often prodded at him like he was some sort of science fair experiment. This was, however, the first time that the touch had been easy, without a second intention, perhaps even affectionate.

Yoongi's heart swelled painfully in his chest. He didn't know where he stood and he desperately wanted not to like Jimin, not to love him, because love was the kind of feeling that made you want to be alive. Yoongi didn't deserve to live. And yet here he was, placing a hand on Jimin's left cheek and leaning in to kiss his right cheek softly.

He didn't know- didn't think Jimin would understand. They came from different worlds, and Yoongi had no idea if there were any rules in how the people from the sea showed affection. It didn't matter, because unbeknownst to him, Jimin did know how humans did it. So Jimin grabbed Yoongi's face with both of his cold, webbed hands, and kissed him.

They kissed him like someone kisses their lover for the first time after new found intimacy. It was clumsy, and sweet, mostly a press of lips against lips, until it wasn't. Yoongi tilted his head, his hand still on Jimin's cheek, and guided him. It wasn't a heated kiss. It was the exploration of a new world unknown to them, a return to paradise that war and hate had pulled away from them, but it had always been there, waiting.

Yoongi kissed him, until he needed to breathe, and then he separated slowly, pressing their foreheads together. He exhaled, his eyes still closed, cursing himself a thousand times as his heart celebrated being alive in his chest, beating harder than it ever had, as if it feared stopping at any moment.

Jimin sighed too, nuzzling the tip of their nose against Yoongi's in a way that Yoongi attributed as one of the shows of affection the people of the sea did for each other. He opened his eyes, encountering Jimin's gray-silver ones as he did, and smiled, earning himself a melodious chuckle. Jimin separated from him and went back to leaning on Yoongi's shoulder.

Yoongi let him.

That night, Jimin stayed. Yoongi slept next to the water, holding Jimin's hand through it, as they drifted together into a land that was more forgiving than the real world had ever been.

V

Of course, in the situation they were in, happiness didn't last long. Yoongi didn't know, but Jimin had been keeping him a secret from the rest of their people. In retrospect, it made sense. Yoongi had never heard of prisoners being kept alive, all the survivor recounts he had heard were of people who had made it out alive from the battle.

They were lying down together on the floor of the cave as Yoongi hummed for Jimin a song his mother used to sing for him many, many years ago. The water rippled, and Jimin immediately incorporated, covering Yoongi with their own body as they hissed, loudly, towards the water. Yoongi sat up, too, only to find them both surrounded by a small group of sea warriors.

There was a tense silence for a moment, an aggressive stare-off that Yoongi supposed meant they were communicating. Jimin, then, did a sign which the ex-captain knew by heart by then: his name. All hell broke loose. There was a mix of sounds that could only be described as yelling, coming from all of them. Two came out of the water to pull Jimin back with them. Yoongi, of course, tried to reach for him, grabbing his hand.

He didn't get too far, as another one of the warriors climbed out of the water and pointed at him with a long blade made of bone. It almost looked like a human sword. He felt Jimin's hand slip out of his grasp, and a mortified sound came out his throat.

Not now, he begged in his mind, not yet. He had known that they couldn't last forever, their opposite world would never allow it, but he still wanted more. He was not done loving Jimin yet. He would never be.

Jimin trashed, yelling, hissing, but there was nothing they could do as they were subdued by their peers. Yoongi didn't want to cry. He never did, couldn't even remember the last time he had. Yet, at that moment, as he watched Jimin scream in what could only be described as agony, he felt his heart break.

Yoongi wanted to do something, to beg at least, but he felt powerless. Once again the ship was sinking and he couldn't do anything to save his love. 

The trashing stopped. Jimin settled and looked at Yoongi with love, tears glistening in their eyes as they opened their mouth... and sang.

Everything froze in that instant.

Yoongi's heart settled slowly in his chest. The world was breaking apart around him, but it didn't matter, because this was the first time he was hearing Jimin's voice like this. Tears did come to his eyes at that moment. Was this their way of saying goodbye? Yoongi thought that maybe, if he died listening to that song, then it would be okay. He was certain his next life could find its way to Jimin with that song alone.

Except, everyone else had other plans. The blade pointing at Yoongi's neck slowly receded. The guards holding Jimin let go of them and Jimin immediately made their way to Yoongi's arms, hugging him tightly as their voice broke and the song's enchanting melody evaporated in the air. Yoongi looked at everyone in shock, but they were already leaving.

The last one left seemed to be the boss, who stayed to sign something at Jimin. It looked final, whatever it was, and then they left.

As soon as they were alone, without wasting a second, Jimin kissed him. It was a desperate kiss. The kind where lips crash against each other because time is running out and it's maybe the last chance you'll get. Except, they had just been gifted a lifetime together.

As their hearts calmed down and their tears dried out, their kisses became slower, delicate. Yoongi was still reeling and confused from what had just happened, though he knew he may never get an explanation of the events that had transpired. And then, Jimin was pulling him towards the water.

Yoongi panicked a little bit, the memories of the ship sinking and his lungs filling with water still rather fresh. Plus, he still had no idea what was happening. Jimin understood, however, and grabbed his head, pressing it against their chest. Jimin was asking him to trust them.

Yoongi took a deep breath, and nodded. After all, Jimin had just saved his life a second time with their song, the least he could do was trust him.

He closed his eyes, and slipped into the water with Jimin without a sound. He didn't open his eyes until his head was out again. The sky was dark and cloudy, as it was the middle of the night. Against the rocks where the cave was, floated a small boat. Yoongi understood, finally, that the people of the sea had been telling them to leave.

With Jimin's help, Yoongi boarded the boat. There were two paddles.

There was no hesitation and no destination as he started rowing. The only thing he had was Jimin swimming by his side, and he knew that was all he needed.

VI

"There is a man inside!" 

The shouting was what woke Yoongi up. He barely registered that he was still in the small boat, but it wasn't moving any more. They had finally hit land.

He incorporated and looked around. He felt dizzy, his head hurt from hunger and thirst, but his first reaction was to look around for Jimin. They were nowhere to be found. 

A hand grasped his shoulder and his body slumped uselessly against the new source of support. He was exhausted, despite the fact that he was certain he had slept through the last days of travel. His vision became blurry, and his eyelids dropped heavy on his eyes once again. The last thing he saw was a pair of glasses.

"Hey! Stay with me!" A deep voice beckoned him, but Yoongi was already far, far away.

...

"Are you sure about keeping him in your house? He's a complete stranger!" The voice filtered softly into the room as Yoongi slowly regained his consciousness. "He looked like a beggar when we found him-"

"Beggars deserve a home too, Mr. Choi," the deep voice from before came in his defense. Yoongi was now aware enough to notice he was in a bed, and it was definitely not any bed he knew. "Now, I'm sure you have other patients to check on, please, I don't want to waste anymore of your time."

"Fine," the so-called Mr. Choi grumbled. "But don't say I didn't warn you, Namjoon!" He repeated once more. "You young people, I swear..."

And then Yoongi could hear nothing more. 

Rustling and sounds of ceramic hitting more ceramic filled the air, and Yoongi guessed that his host, Namjoon, was probably in the kitchen. It didn't matter. He stuck his eyes to the ceiling and tried to recount what had happened since he and Jimin had left the cave together. 

The first couple of days hadn't been too bad, but eventually rowing under the bright sun had gotten to him. He'd gotten a fever at some point, and when it became impossible for him to continue, Jimin had had to help push the boat. At some point, Yoongi hadn't woken up again, and then... he was at the shore. Jimin had to have been the one to lead him there, otherwise he didn't think he would've made it.

That meant the merling had to be close.

"Oh, I didn't think you'd be awake," the person, that Yoongi could only assume was Namjoon, was standing at the door, holding a wooden tray with a steamy bowl. Yoongi's stomach immediately growled at the smell of warm soup. Namjoon laughed. "I'm glad to know you have an appetite, here."

Yoongi sat up and the tray was put on his legs. He blew on the soup for a bit before taking his first spoonful. The heat stung his tongue a little anyways, but it didn't matter because it was delicious. He hummed in appreciation. It had been so, so long since he had last had a proper, cooked meal.

"Is it good? It's a friend's recipe, his name is Jin," Namjoon explained, sitting down on a chair next to the bed. "He prepared it too, because he doesn't trust me enough in the kitchen yet," Namjoon huffed.

Yoongi looked at him with a raised brow.

"Oh yeah, sorry," Namjoon smiled sheepishly. "My name is Namjoon, I am the book keeper of this town, you are...?"

Yoongi swallowed another spoonful. His throat felt rough, and he didn't trust his voice to come out, but the least he could do was try. The sooner Namjoon knew he wasn't a criminal, the least likely it was that he'd be thrown out.

"Yoongi," he croaked. Namjoon winced.

"Ooh, okay, no using your voice then..." the tall man hummed. "Nice to meet you, though, Yoongi. Do you know where you are?"

Yoongi shook his head.

"Right, I didn't expect you to," Namjoon chuckled. "Welcome to Port Blue, we're a small port town, mostly an attraction. People come here to see the blue whales, though with how the war against merfolk has gotten more aggressive, it's been... tense." He shrugged.

Yoongi tilted his head. He'd never heard of someone not referring to the sea people -merfolk, as Namjoon seemed to call them- as anything else as Cold Bloods. This was interesting.

"Anyways, did you come here alone? You were alone when we found you."

He went to nod, but then hesitated. Of course, if he said no now, Namjoon would know he was lying. But it didn't matter. He didn't want to expose Jimin's existence to potential aggressors, plus he wasn't even sure that Jimin was around at all. He nodded.

"Right," Namjoon nodded back. "Are you... a criminal?"

Yoongi couldn't help it, he scoffed. What kind of question was that? He looked at Namjoon with an eyebrow raised once again before shaking his head. Even if he had been a criminal, he would've said no! He looked around the room to see if there was anything that could aid him explain anyways. He found a small ship model inside a bottle, a classic decoration. Yoongi pointed at it.

"Oh, did you work on a ship?" Namjoons eyes widened, well, that certainly explained the small boat he was in. "Did you... fall off?"

Yoongi shook his head.

"Did it... Did it sink?"

He nodded.

There was a long heavy silence before Yoongi started eating again. He didn't have the voice to tell Namjoon about his ship, and he didn't want to either. Namjoon simply sat there, his gigantic disposition looking just awkward now. A bell rang down the stairs.

"Joon! Are you home?!" A voice bellowed from downstairs.

"Oh, that's Jin," Namjoon said quickly as he stood up. "I'll come check on you later, you can just leave the tray on the nightside table."

And with that, Yoongi was alone again.

VII

It took quite a few days for Yoongi to get back on his feet. During that time, he talked with Namjoon a lot, especially when his throat got better. It was how he learned that the lighthouse was vacant, as the previous keeper had passed away, and the main city hadn't sent a replacement yet. Yoongi immediately offered to take the spot.

"I grew up in a lighthouse," he explained. "My parents were the keepers, so I know all about the job."

Namjoon had promised he'd ask their mayor (too grand of a title for such a small town, if you asked Yoongi) and he fulfilled his promise. Later that week, the mayor visited him for an interview, and pleased with his answers, he granted Yoongi with the title of temporary keeper.

He was okay with this. It wasn't like he had plans to stay at Port Blue forever, though he didn't have any other plans either. His main priority was simply to find Jimin. After that, everything else could be taken care of in due time.

As soon as his body became able to hold its own weight again, Namjoon started taking him on walks. He'd close the library -which was the first floor of his house- and walk him around town so he could get familiar with where everything was and who the other townspeople were. It almost seemed like Namjoon was assuming he would stay, and to be fair, Yoongi kind of did want to. The place was beautiful and peaceful, nothing like what he had experienced before.

"We're going to meet Jin today," Namjoon explained, looking unusually smiley. Yoongi didn't make a comment. "He owns the only diner in town, though with his cooking, we don't really need another." He chuckled. "Afterwards I'm taking you to the lighthouse, the mayor said they had finished clearing out for you, so you should be able to move in by the end of the week."

Yoongi brightened at that. Moving into his own home meant he would have time to look for Jimin, since he wouldn't be under constant vigilance. Although, to be fair, rather than vigilance it had felt more like they were taking care of him. After all, he had given them no reasons to suspect him, so the town returned that with acceptance and kind smiles.

"Tomorrow I'll take you to Spirits of the Sea," Namjoon said as he opened the door to the diner and let him in. "It's still relatively new, and has only been open for a couple of years, but they make really beautiful music boxes... Ah, here we are."

"Joon!" Jin greeted him from the bar, as he cleaned some silverware. "A bit early to be stopping by, don't you think? Oh! Is this Yoongi?"

"Yes, I'm just showing him around, I'll still be coming at my usual time," Namjoon winked an eye at Jin, who dismissed him with a shake of his hand and reddened cheeks.

If anything, Yoongi's suspicions about these two became more certain, but he wasn't about to expose them.

"The mayor told me you were taking up the role of lighthouse keeper for now, is it true?" Jin changed the topic, focusing his attention on Yoongi.

"Yes," Yoongi nodded, a little startled at having the attention put on him so suddenly. "I grew up in one, so it'll be just like returning home," he smiled.

"You're a visitor in our town and they're already getting you to work," Jin shook his head. "That's how they get you to stay Yoongi, don't fall for them, personal experience."

"Hey! You love this town," Namjoon complained, leaning on the counter. Jin ignored him.

"Tell you what, come in anytime," Jin put down the fork he had been cleaning. "Your first meal here is on the house."

Yoongi smiled again, this time more sincere.

"Thank you Jin, I'll definitely come."

They left soon after. Joon took him to the port first so he could get familiar with it. They were leaning against a wooden rail when Yoongi saw it: glistening silver under the blue water. It was gone in a flash, but it had him leaning further ahead. It had to be Jimin.

"Everything alright?" Nammjoon asked, looking at him with curiosity.

"Yes," Yoongi nodded after a moment, once it was clear that Jimin was, very obviously, not going to show themself at that moment. "I just thought I saw something of mine..."

That night, Yoongi snook out of Namjoon's house. He ran to the coast as silently as he could. The sky was clear and the moon illuminated his path, reflecting on Jimin's silver tail as he got to the shore. Without care, he took off his shoes and went into the water, kneeling on the sandy bottom so he could be at the same height as Jimin.

They kissed each other. Yoongi's hands on Jimin's face as the merling's hands bunched up the fabric of Yoongi's shirt. They both cried. Yoongi kissed the entirety of Jimin's face, tasting salt on his lips until Jimin forced them apart so they could look at each other.

"I'm sorry, we're okay," Yoongi muttered. He knew Jimin wouldn't understand the words, but he knew the feelings would get through anyway. "We're okay, I love you."

Jimin tensed in his hold.

Yoongi turned around. The light from the oil lamp blinded him for a moment, but he recognized Namjoons long silhouette without problem. He stood up, shielding Jimin with his body, hiding him.

"Yoongi?" Namjoon's confused voice came through.

"Go away Namjoon, just this once!" Yoongi begged. "Pretend you didn't see anything, if you hurt Jimin, I swear-"

"No, no!" Namjoon put out the lamp, leaving the moon as their only source of light and witness. "I won't..." He craned his neck, trying to look past Yoongi. His face bunched up in concentration.

Slowly, Jimin came out from behind Yoongi, peering at Namjoon with curiosity and wonder in their eyes. Yoongi tried to stop them, but the librarian put a hand up.

"He says it's okay," he explained.

"He?" Yoongi tilted his head in confusion.

"Oh, yeah, he identifies as you and I do," Namjoon nodded, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to say.

"Huh, right..." Yoongi looked at Jimin. This new information changed nothing, except... "YOU CAN UNDERSTAND HIM?!"

"Yoongi!" Namjoon hissed, looking around to make sure they hadn't garnered any unwanted attention. "I, yes... but we don't want to do this here," he focused on Jimin again, until the merling nodded and swam off. "Follow me."

Namjoon guided him towards the lighthouse, down a small path that led to a cave under the rocks. It brought Yoongi too many memories of being trapped in the middle of nowhere, but he swallowed his fears down and reunited with Jimin in the cool cave. After they had sat and made themselves as comfortable as they could, the librarian began to explain.

"I am half merfolk," he muttered. "My mom was like Jimin, my dad was a human. He passed away a long time ago, and I haven't seen her since the wars started."

"I'm sorry..." Yoongi patted his shoulder. "Does... does anyone else know?"

"Yes, the mayor, doctor Choi... and Jin," Namjoon sighed. "I think others in town probably had some idea that something was going on with my dad, but then things happened and... The time to reveal it never came, I guess?"

Silence encased them for a moment.

"Can I ask you a favor?" Yoongi began.

"I won't tell anyone, if that's what makes you worried," Namjoon nodded. "Though I assure you, they would take it well."

"Thank you..." Yoongi sighed. "Can I ask you something else then? Could you ask Jimin what his name and my name mean in his language? I've... been dying to know."

"Sure."

There was some silence as they exchanged information. Yoongi watched Jimin do the signs of their names, one he recognized so easily now that it brought a smile to his face. Namjoon turned to him with a smile.

"There are some words that don't translate too well, but his name means 'treasure of the sea', because of the color of his tail," he explained. "Yours means 'shadow of the moon', to be exact though, he called it a 'sky pearl', I think it's because of your hair."

Yoongi looked at Jimin, who was smiling brightly as they were able to properly communicate in full for the first time. Yoongi couldn't help but smile too. His hand found Jimin's, and they settled down on the cold rock.

"Thank you."

–

The town did find out after all, though it wasn't until a few months later. 

As Yoongi moved into the lighthouse, he found an old, black piano. It took time to tune it, but once it was back to its prime, he began to play it almost every day. This, naturally, attracted the attention of the rest of the town, who started visiting the lighthouse more often just to watch him play whenever he did.

This eventually led to Jimin's discovery, as one night, a party of drunk-yet-well-meaning fishermen popped up at the lighthouse to enjoy his small concert. Obviously, they were surprised at the discovery of a silver merling propped on the rock, enjoying the instrument as much as any of them would.

Word, of course, ran quickly in their small town.

However, Namjoon had been right, the town took it well. As it turned out, there had been a time, way before the wars, in which the citizens of Blue Port had enjoyed the company of the merfolk from the Blue Whale nation, as they had come to call them.

Yoongi had never heard of something like that, because he came from a big port city. But it made sense that such a small, peaceful town, who had accepted a lost soul like him, would accept the beings that everyone else had learned to fear.

After that, Namjoon inevitably became too busy learning Jimin's language so he could teach the others. Everyone was too eager about knowing him, about recovering a bit of what meant living in Port Blue in the first place. Yoongi learned too.

Before he even realized it, the plan was to stay in the town, and so they did.

VIII

As the rays of the sun began illuminating everything on their path, Yoongi turned off the light and made his way down to the cave Jimin had made his home. They spent every dawn together now, as well as every afternoon, before Yoongi had to man the lighthouse.

Good morning, my love, Yoongi signed for Jimin, who was waiting for him expectantly.

Jimin received him with a kiss, before happily recounting how his night had gone. He still signed a bit too fast for Yoongi when he got excited, which meant he often had to repeat himself. Yoongi didn't mind, he could watch Jimin talk for hours.

Sing for me? Yoongi asked him after a while, once calm had settled between them. 

Jimin nodded, and he sang.

He sang that first song he had sang for him at the other cave.

He sang the song that saved his life.

He sang the first merling song that had ever been dedicated to a human. It was a song that only he could hear -though Yoongi would not learn this until way later, when he tried to show it to Namjoon-.

It was the song that would later change the world, but for now, it was just theirs.

It was the first song of the many, many other songs that would come later on...

Note to the readers

Dear readers,

I am very sorry if the end to this story, to this diary, seems very abrupt. This is where Yoongi wanted me to finish it, though it is, by no means, the end to his and Jimin's story. In fact, I'm sure you can find what happened after among the many, many books in this library.

However, I'm sure most of you won't want to look for it, so I'll give you a brief summary: After a few years of living peacefully in the town, Yoongi decided he had enough of the war, especially after he learned Jimin had been exiled by his people. He asked me for help, and of course I said yes. It took many, many years, but we succeeded, if the fact that the Blue Whale nation has begun visiting us again in complete peace means anything.

The main city never sent us another lighthouse keeper, so Yoongi, of course, stayed. We're all quite old now, as many years have passed, but you can still hear him playing the piano if you get close enough to the lighthouse. Jimin still takes visits by the small cave near it. His people never took him back in again, but they've come to visit a few times. Jimin seems happier this way, though.

If you care to know, I also got to see my mother last year for the first time in years. She still looked just as I remembered her.

The town is as joyful as it had been years prior to the wars, and we owe it all to the unusual pair that blessed this town that fateful morning many years ago. If you care to thank Yoongi about it, you can bring him some of Jin's seaweed soup, it's his favorite. Jimin might be happy with some human gadgets, he keeps a collection of those at his cave.

Thank you for reading until here, dear reader. Don't forget to return the book!

-Namjoon, the librarian of Port Blue.

[potatzu]

🐹💀🥁🥊

[binniebutter]

burglar | lee jeno

Pairing: Lee Jeno x gn!Reader

Genre: fluff; established relationship

Word Count: .8k

Warnings: none

You sigh for the millionth time as you open your eyes abruptly. The open window in the small bedroom causes the cold breeze to draft into the house and you shiver involuntarily. You turn your head sideways and close your eyes again, praying to whatever being out there that you could get some sleep before work. 

But alas, nothing. You sigh again before dragging your body upright and leaning back on your black headboard, dragging your hands down my face. You slowly get up from the bed, heading over to the window to close it. Once that is done you made your way out of the room towards the kitchen on the same floor, your pace as slow as a snail. 

In the kitchen, you open the fridge and bring out a jug of milk along with the green mug that your mother gave you as a housewarming gift a few months ago. You pop the white beverage into the microwave and while you’re waiting you think back to all the work that you have left to finish before the deadline. I don’t know if I can make the deadline but—

A bang.

You jump, startled. Your heart starts racing as you register the noise coming from your bedroom. You immediately grab the closest weapon to you – a silver frying pan that was set out to dry – and slowly walk towards the closed door, careful to not make a sound. You hold the frying pan out in front of you as you approach the door and are about to open it when it is abruptly opened from the inside. You quickly swing the weapon as hard as you can, your eyes shut tightly as you pray that you don’t miss.

But you did.

Jeno swiftly dodged the frying pan that was suddenly targeting him, falling onto the bedroom floor, his expression one of shock and disbelief. He didn’t expect his significant other to attack him at first notice. He thought he would be greeted with hugs and kisses seeing as the two of you haven’t been able to see each other for a few weeks.

“Y/n what the hell? Why did you just try to hit me with a frying pan? Are you trying to kill me!?” he exclaimed. Your eyes, which had been closed up until that moment, fly open as you recognize the sound of your boyfriend’s voice. A loud clutter resonates through the room as you quickly drop the frying pan, your hands coming up to cover your mouth in disbelief.

“OH MY GOD! Jeno, I am so sorry!” You continue to apologize profusely, kneeling down on the floor beside him and grabbing his face in your hands, checking that there are no bruises and that he is not hurt. You don’t even realize the deathly grip you have on his pretty face until his hands come up to cover yours and remove them before placing a kiss on both of your palms. You feel your cheeks warm at the sweet gesture, even though you have been dating for a couple of years, you never get used to Jeno’s romantic actions. 

“Are you okay?” you ask him in a quieter voice than before, now calm in the presence of your lover. 

“I’m fine, darling. You didn’t even hit me. Speaking of, why did you try to hit me with a frying pan in the first place?” he asks confusedly, his nose scrunching up adorably. You internally coo at the sight before answering him in a mocking exasperated tone.

“Because Jeno. You freaking broke into my house!! Why didn’t you just knock on the door like a normal person?”

“I wanted to surprise you! Which didn’t really work out cause your window was closed, but I got in eventually!” He sounded so proud of himself that you couldn’t resist leaning forward to give him a quick peck on his lips. Then on his cheeks. Then on his forehead. And then anywhere that your lips could reach until your boyfriend had apparently had enough and decided that it was your turn. You turned into a giggling mess the moment Jeno’s soft lips made contact with your face, a wide smile on your face that only your boyfriend could coax out of you. Your smile must be contagious because in return you received the cutest eye smile back.

Bonus:

“No, but really, why a frying pan?”

“It was the closest weapon next to me and I was terrified out of my mind thinking a burglar was in my house, Jeno.”

“...”

“You watched Tangled before you went to sleep again didn’t you?”

“Yea, yea I did.”

[nihyunluvskookie]

“but the frosting looks so much more appetizing on your cheeks”

Seungcheol one shot

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol × Female reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 801

Author’s Note: It’s cheol’s birthday, I am writing after a long time, and hope this turns out good. I miss him a lot, it’s his birthday but I miss him a lot. And since they left for Canada today, cheol will celebrate his birthday twice once in plane another in Canada, uuuuhuuu, I am so happy. baby deserves so much, I love him so much. Hope you like this cute lil one shot. Happy reading :)

I was standing outside our bedroom; I didn’t go inside yet. I already lit up the candles, I was just holding it way too carefully, scared of the fact something might go wrong. I baked cake after such a long time, I missed baking cakes and this is how I make a comeback, I heard my phone alarm go off inside the room, I am pretty sure it will wake him up.

I silently counted till 10 and opened the door, the lights were off and the room was just the way I left few minutes ago, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHEOL” I spotted him sitting on the bed, holding my phone and rubbing his eyes, he looked so adorable.

“Happy birthday love” and I was walking towards him, carefully, so that the candles remain safe.

“oh god” he was surprised, his voice said so.

“It’s your birthday” I sat on the bed beside him “so make a

My words were cut off, he just blew out the candles, I was shocked at him, and he let out a chuckle. I was speechless because of him. “You have to make a wish when you blow out the candles!! Cheol” I looked at him in disbelief.

“My wish already came true. I have you in my life” and he kissed my cheeks, “thankyou so much for this and just everything.” His kiss caught me off guard, I came back to earth after few seconds. “you-you just didn’t do that”

“I didn’t what”

“Ki- before I could even say the word ‘kiss’ he kissed me again, and this time on my lips, his lips were so soft, I was melting but the fact I was holding the cake. He pulled himself back. “it’s my birthday can’t I at least kiss you to start my birthday?” I was taken aback and way too flustered to say anything.

Reminded me, I had gift inside my drawer, “Hold this” he took the cake from me and he was sitting like an obedient child, he looked so adorable. How can he just be like a cute baby. I went to bring his gift, from the drawer and came back to him.

“Here’s your gift, once again happy birthday seungcheol”

“Aren’t you, my gift?” if he keeps on doing this, I doubt he will even cut the cake and tell me how’s it. I doubt that. The way he was being like this at 12 am, what about me and my poor heart who just can’t take this sweet seungcheol and his words?

“Stop! I feel embarrassed, accept this.” he took it from me, “Cut the cake and taste it, tell me how’s it because I baked after a long time, hope this is okay” he kept the gift box beside him and then gestured me to sit beside him. I took a seat beside him. he started cutting the back and I started singing happy birthday song to him, while cutting the cake, I was looking at him, how dearly he was looking at the cake and how he smiled when I started singing the birthday song, his dimples were visible now. How can a person be this lovely, I always ask myself, I know it’s his birthday but I feel like I’m the one getting the gift on his birthday by spending this day with him. He is so dear to me.

Every day I love him a little more, how can I not, when it’s him, Choi Seungcheol.

I got startled as soon as his finger made contact with my cheeks, I looked at him with surprise and realized he just put the frosting on my cheeks.

“I made this for you and not for my cheeks choi seungcheol” and I took the frosting so that I could put it on his cheeks as well, why would he do that to me!!

But before I could put it on his cheeks he held my hand, and said “but the frosting looks so much more appetizing on your cheeks” and licked the frosting, and pecked my cheeks. I was just too stunned to speak a single word, one thing for sure I can never top seungcheol in this and he knows how to make me go crazy.

“and I love the cake, it’s just perfect. It’s more than anything I could ask for” his eyes softened, all the mischief he had on his face earlier went away and was replaced with a soft, humble and honest expression.

“I’m glad cheol, I love you so much” he kept the cake on the night stand and his fingers trailed my cheeks, he leaned in. “thankyou so much for making my days meaningful and making my birthday more meaningful than any other day. I love you more, love” and kissed me.

[chilligyu]

"while flowers bloom and fall, scars cure and buds shoot, we are living our first and last moment, so I won’t take you for granted because you loved me as I am."

happy birthday yoon jeonghan! a man who was definitely written with autumnal love in mind

[kpopco]

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