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jisungsplatforms · 4 years

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[Chapter II: The Red Beanie Cutie]

Pairing: Producer/Music Major! Han Jisung x Photographer! fem! reader

Genre: NSFW! Smut; non idol au, college au, strangers to lovers

Warnings: Mature Content! strong language, sexting, masterbation (m&f) + kinda guided masterbation (f), nudes/unsolicited pictures of *certain areas*

Chapter word count: 1.5k (relatively short chapter)

Taglist: @hyunjeongins @seungstarss @es-kay-zee @hyunjinsplaything @formidxble @freckledquokka (want to be added? send an ask or a dm! <3)

Min’s ho3: uh- hi? 👋🏻

this is minho’s “fine ass friend with the red beanie” 👁👁

shitshitshitshit SHIT.

Your mind was jumbled and your palms were sweaty. How the hell did I even get his number? You backtrack to an hour ago, back at the party….To when Minho asked for your phone.

...Minho…...

You bit your lip, trying to think logically. No no no. It’s probably not the red beanie cutie, Y/n. It’s probably just Minho being an ass again and pretending to be his friend. That’s it! At least...That’s what you hope.

Min’s ho3: uhh hello? you still there?

im hoping that this is the cutie who was babysitting hyunjin earlier lol

Your blood ran cold. You really didn’t want to believe it. No way was it really the red beanie cutie.

Me: If this REALLY is the cute boy with the red hat...send me a picture.

You sighed. This should prove something. Your phone ‘pinged’ a second later.

Min’s ho3: damn straight to the point, are you? youre a lot more bold than i thought

You shivered, turning red. As much as you wanted to fuck him, you didn’t want to look desperate.

Me: I meant an INNOCENT picture. Of your face, I mean.

Min’s ho3: uh- duh! that’s what i meant???

what did YOU think??

Your face burned at the thought of misinterpreting his “innocent” message.

Me: Just thought I had to clarify for you! Nasty

Min’s ho3: whatever you say, babe 😙🤪

You gave him a minute for him to respond, putting down your phone to give yourself a breather. You sincerely hope that this was Minho cause that option is MUCH better than accidentally texting the person you’re thirsting over. After about 30 seconds, your phone pinged twice. One from Min’s hoe...and one from Minho ho ho. Oh dear lord.

You decided to read Minho’s messages first. Tapping on his notification, the phone directed you to your chat, revealing the conversation you two had during the party.

Minho ho ho 😼: You’re welcome 😉

You were seriously panicking at this point. Your fingers tapped onto the keyboard like a madman. You didn’t know if you wanted to hug Minho or murder that bitch.

Me: shutupshutupshutup You did NOT

Minho ho ho 😼: Oh but I did, my dear best friend haha gross

Better play your cards correctly, sweetie. Just keep in mind...he asked for your number!

His name is Jisung btw! Be nice to him! He’s a shy, sensitive boy. I’ll kill you if you make him sad!

You ignored Minho’s last sentence and nearly squealed at the information, trying to play it cool. You giddily switched to Jisung’s tab. Huge mistake. You should’ve prepared yourself, at least a little. You knew he was hot but the picture he sent you? Oh boy. His hair, which you now know is blond under that beanie, was tousled, falling perfectly on his gorgeous face. In the picture, he was now wearing a grey hoodie and posed like a model, the expression had was absolutely fierce. Oh yeah, he knows he’s hot shit.

Min’s ho3: *image*

it’s a little messy. srry i tried making it a little nicer for you, you know. since you’re a photography major and all that.

Me: No, It’s fine!! I think you look hot! 👍

You wanted to slap yourself. Oh Lord, please end me. Your phone lit up with another text.

Min’s ho3: oh really? 😏

well i think you’re hot too, y/n 😉😚

AHHHHHH

Me: Wait how’d you know my name? And my major?

Minho’s ho3: uhhh you are minho’s friend right??? cause that’s what he told ME and i’m really hoping he didn’t give me the wrong number…

cause honestly. it is something he would legit do alkskdjks

Me: Rest assured. This really is Y/n the photography major

Min’s ho3: well y/n the photography major

i’m jisung and i think youre hot too

and not to be nsfw or anything but i’d like to fuck you too 😉😉

ohmygoshohmygosh. This is really happening. Taking the little bit of confidence you had, you texted him something you thought was bold.

Me: Oh really now? Think you can fuck me good, pretty boy?

Min’s ho3: oh baby i know i’ll have you seeing stars

fuck you so good you won’t be able to think about anything but me and me only

You had to put down your phone to take another breather. Now, not only were your palms wet but so was between your legs. You’ve never texted with anybody like this but there’s a first time for everything, right? Your dominant hand slid down to your pajamas to tease your clit over the cotton material. Shy, my ass…

Min’s ho3: wait wait wait. before we do anything, just let me confirm something

you are single, right? youre not dating hyunjin or anything??

You stopped your movements on your clit. Am I seeing this right? You reread the message a few more times before bursting out in laughter.

Me: HAHAHAHAHA NO WE’RE NOT

Hyunjin’s my best friend. Been friends since we were 5. Dating Hyunjin would be like dating your brother ew

Min’s ho3: LOL OKAY OKAY. just making sure

infidelity is NOT my thing

You were heart warmed. He made sure you weren’t with anyone before getting nasty. Which shouldn’t make you so touched, it should be a basic common courtesy, but nonetheless, it still made you happy knowing he’s a respectable person.

Min’s ho3: okay now that i know i can have you

do you still want to continue?

Me: Yes daddy ;)

Min’s ho3: oh fuck okay

since you left so early, we didn’t get to talk, beautiful

we could’ve been fucking right now instead of texting

Me: Well...we could do both

Your hand went back to your clit, this time reaching inside your bottoms.

Me: You make me so horny baby

I want you

Min’s ho3: already touching yourself babe? how naughty

I barely even said anything but here you are. playing with yourself like some desperate whore

You whimpered, putting more pressure on your clit. You were never that into degrading but with Jisung? You’d gladly take it any day.

Me: Please tell me what to do sir

Min’s ho3: finger yourself. only one finger tho

You removed your pajamas and panties and flung them to the floor. You rubbed your thigh with one hand and slowly moved it to your sopping core. Gathering your wetness, you fondled yourself before inserting your middle finger inside you. “Hmm...fuck,” you moaned. With your other hand, you checked Jisung’s text when you saw your phone light up.

Min’s ho3: are you doing it baby?

Me: Yes sir

Min’s ho3: really? good. keep playing with yourself

i’ll tell you when i want you to stop

You sighed, pumping your finger. You wanted to enjoy it but it wasn’t enough. You definitely needed something more than just one mere finger. You contemplated whether or not you should disobey Jisung and grab your dildo from between your mattress. But you also wanted to see how much he could make you cum with just his words.

Min’s ho3: one finger babe?

You moved your phone and angled it to show your pussy. You wanted to moan seeing your finger deep inside you. Snapping a pic and sending it to Jisung, you threw your phone beside you and started pumping your middle finger faster, circling your clit with your thumb. Immediately, your phone lit up again.

Min’s ho3: fuck baby you’ll be the death of me

you know what? add two more fingers for me, beautiful. you deserve it

You cried, slipping your pointer and ring finger into your core. Now you definitely feel a lot fuller. You pumped your fingers in and out, breathing heavily. You felt so dirty, taking orders like this from a man you barely even knew. There was something so erotic about the whole thing that it drew you closer to your orgasm.

Jisung, on the other hand, was going insane as well; who wouldn’t be when he’s sexting with the most attractive person he’s ever seen? His right hand pumped his cock like a maniac. He was sweating, biting his thin lips so that no noise can come out, potentially waking up his hyungs. He knew he would die of embarrassment if they caught him masterbating to someone he just met today-or just masterbating in general-but it was getting harder to control himself. Especially with that little surprise photo? Shit- he thought he was in heaven, feeling like he would cum in that moment. The sound of a notification from his phone made his grab it from his desk.

Y/n the cute photographer: Closr! I’m so fuckinf ckose

Wsnna cum si bad

Me: yeah? then cum fir me y/n

With Jisung’s permission, you let your release taint your once clean bed. You shook as you orgasmed, moaning so loud you were glad your roommate was out of town. Once you finished, you slowly pulled your fingers out, wincing when the emptiness kicked in. You laid like a dead fish, trying to catch your breath. Your orgasm was so intense that you almost immediately fell asleep. Almost. A notification from Jisung shook you out of your trance.

(3) new message(s) from Min’s ho3

Min’s ho3: *image*

look how much you drive me mad, baby

hm you’re probably tired now after hopefully cumming so much so i’ll leave you...goodnight, y/n! hope you sleep well tonight cutie 😚

You sighed in frustration. How dare he switch from daddy to baby so fast. How are you supposed to sleep when he sent you a clear, mouthwatering image of his dick and abs covered in his cum?

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farfromsugafanfic · 4 years

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Sutures - Chapter Three: Anosognosia

Genre: Soulmates AU, Idiots to Lovers, slight Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Yoongi/Named Reader

Warnings (chapter specific): drinking, drunkenness, light smut, sex dream, implications of oral sex, obsessive behavior from an ex, unhealthy relationship dynamic (not on part of Yoongi & OC)

Synopsis: “A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.” –Jean de la Fontaine

There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?

Notes: This was originally written and completed on Wattpad between 2018 and the beginning of 2020. I’ll be slowly posting the chapters here. I may make a tag list depending on if enough people want to follow along with updates. Leave me some feedback if you would like added to a tag list.

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Yoongi saw the look in your eyes shift from soft curiosity to sheer panic. He felt the pit of his stomach fill with guilt. He shouldn't have slept with you; sure, the two of you would still have this problem, but no one would've had reason to find your shoes. You wouldn't have had reason to leave them behind.

He'd felt betrayed, he'd felt lonely, he'd felt unloved by those he wanted to love him most. But, that was no excuse to sleep with the first attractive girl he found.

"Have you told Bang PD yet?" Namjoon asked, his demeanor calm, but Yoongi could see the slight shock cross over his features, causing his thick lips to pout and his chin to jut out.

Yoongi shook his head.

"I'll call him," Namjoon said. The leader placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. He blocked Yoongi's view of you. He worried in those few seconds you were blocked from his view that you would collapse into Namjoon's chest and cry the tears meant for him. The tears because of him.

Namjoon left the room, leaving Yoongi alone with you. He tried his best not to focus on the way your tank top hugged your chest and exposed the hickeys he'd left the night before and that Namjoon probably noticed it too.

"You look tired," Yoongi said. "We can't do anything until tomorrow anyway. Try and get some sleep."

You nodded and Yoongi wasn't sure if you were just trying to reassure him or yourself. He remembered the way you'd fallen asleep long before he did. The way you'd fit against his body; how it felt like two puzzle pieces joining together for the first time. He blinked away the thoughts and tried to focus back down on your eyes.

"We'll pay them off," Yoongi said. "We'll make sure nothing comes of this."

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Jihee (9:00 am): Are you all right?

Jihee (9:05 am): I heard you're in the hospital

Jihee (10:01 am): None of your members are texting me back

Jihee (12:31 pm): Baby, the news is reporting something about your soulmate? What happened last night?

Jihee (2:43 pm): Yoongi! Please respond to me! I'm worried

Jihee (5:12 pm): Yoongi...what I did last night...what happened was all a mistake...

Jihee (5:12 pm): I still love you

Jihee (6:00 pm): The news said you were released hours ago! Respond to me!

Jihee (8:20 pm): Yoongi, I miss you

Jihee (9:30 pm): I know I don't deserve you. But, please just tell me you're okay

Jihee (11:50 pm): Goodnight. Love you.

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"Baby," you moaned. Your hands slipping beneath Yoongi's shirt. They were cold, but he still loved the way they moved over his stomach and chest. Your fingertips grazing over his skin, a fingernail occasionally catching and causing him to squirm.

His hands were in your hair, messing it up and causing it to form mountain ranges as his fingers hiked the peaks and valleys. He loved the way it felt between his fingers, soft and light.

Your lips moved from his and down to his neck where your lipstick stained his skin. He kept his grip on your hair, feeling it tug slightly as you move downward. He helped you slip his shirt off as your lips connected with his chest.

"You don't have--"

You silenced him by tugging on the waistband of his jeans and rubbing your thumb over the button, teasing him slightly.

"I want to," you responded, unbuttoning his jeans.

Yoongi tightened his grip on your hair, trying not to focus on the way your lipstick was smeared above your lips. He could already imagine the way they'd look...

His head lulled back and his fingers loosened.

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Yoongi awoke. He was covered in sweat and ran his hand through his hair. He glanced down at his phone: 6:41 am. He sighed and headed to the bathroom.

He slapped himself softly, trying to stop the thoughts that continued to cross his mind. He didn't have feelings for you, it was simply lingering from he slept with you. Nothing else.

He wasn't going to deny he was attracted to you, he wouldn't have gone back to your apartment otherwise, but he felt nothing romantically for you. Yoongi knew the attraction would continue and probably only get worse, but he had to fight it. The last thing he wanted to do was break either of hearts more than they already were.

Yoongi turned on the shower, the water colder than usual.

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You stood in Yoongi's studio where he kept his computer. You'd suppressed your laughter at the ridiculous amount of hoops you'd had to jump through in order to enter. A doorbell, black curtain, and two doors. You respected the fact he took his work seriously though. The wall full of awards and trophies he'd won, a few even separate from BTS.

There was a couch in the corner, but you were too anxious to sit. You just wanted your shoes back and whoever took them to get their money and leave you alone. You were thankful your name hadn't been released and the only other person who knew the full truth was Eunji.

"There's many of us trying," Yoongi said. "Me, Namjoon, our managers, other people at the company. One of us will get them."

You nodded and watched as the countdown on the auction neared two minutes to the end. There weren't many bids, but the shoes were somehow already over 300,000 won ($276 USD). You'd brought your knitting needles and some yarn and mindlessly knitted.

"What are you making?" Yoongi asked, a small smile breaking out across his lips. It was tiny and barely recognizable. You weren't sure if he pitied you or if simply trying to break the tension.

"Nothing in particular," you said. "I just need something to keep me busy."

Normally, when you went in without a plan, it turned out as a scarf. You bit you lip as the timer hit a minute.

Yoongi saw your gaze shift to his screen and he readied to enter his bid as close to the end as he could. He entered one million won ($920.00 USD) and hovered his finger over the enter button.

"That's too much!" you said.

"No one will outbid it."

"I know," you said. "But I feel bad. I shouldn't have forgotten them in the first place."

The timer hit twenty seconds. Ten seconds. Yoongi waited just a few more seconds wanting to time it just right.

You heard a scream and a crash and almost simultaneously an error message appeared on Yoongi's computer. Please connect to Wi-Fi.

"Shit," Yoongi said. "Jimin!"

You followed Yoongi to the living room, leaving the partially started scarf behind. You saw Jimin and Jungkook crowded around the router working to connect the cord back into it.

"Did you trip over it again?" Yoongi asked, his voice breathy and exasperated.

"Sorry," he said. "I'm not used to it."

Yoongi sighed and turned back to you. His dark eyes looked down at you apologetically and he sat down on the couch, pulling out his phone.

"I'll try and see if I can see who won."

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"It looks like they're going to have to come out and fix it," Namjoon said, hanging up the phone. "We won't have internet until then."

The members groaned.

Jungkook walked into the kitchen and brought back a case of beer, a smirk plastered on his face.

"Let's play a game," he said. "To welcome Sumi to the dorm."

"What game?" Namjoon asked.

"Answer or drink," he said. "On your turn, someone asks you a question and if you don't want to answer it, you have to drink."

Everyone agreed and sat in a circle. Yoongi sat on one side of you and Hoseok on the other side. Your knee brushed Yoongi's and you felt a small pang in your chest as you pulled away.

"All right, we'll go in order of age. Jin, you're up first."

You didn't really pay attention to the questions. You'd fall somewhere towards the end. Between Jungkook and Taehyung.

Jin answered the question. He didn't seem like the type to be embarrassed easily, a quality you admired in the eldest.

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"Yoongi," Jungkook said. "Your turn."

The room stayed silent. No one had a question for the boy and he couldn't help but smirk slightly. However, Taehyung meekly raised his hand.

"What happened with Jihee?"

Yoongi cussed to himself. He knew she had been texting the other members about him. The other members would always consult him first before telling her anything when it was obvious he wasn't talking to her.

"She cheated," Yoongi answered simply.

The other boys' eyes widened and they nodded. However, it wasn't their gazes Yoongi felt boring into him. It was yours. He could feel your eyes staring at his profile.

Yoongi had been careful the night he met you. He managed not even to tell you his name. He'd only mentioned he'd recently gotten out of a relationship. He figured you didn't need to hear his sob story. Besides, he planned on keeping Jihee's betrayal a secret. Just as she wanted. The only people he could trust with the truth were his members.

But, you deserved to know the truth. It was unfair to keep you completely at a distance, especially when he'd overheard everything about your ex.

Yoongi noticed you drinking, you'd already cracked open another can by the time it got Namjoon. He felt a twinge in his chest. Yoongi quickly suppressed it, your drinking habits were none of his business. And based on the way Eunji talked the night at the bar, it didn't sound like you drank much. Only when your heart was broken.

"Sumi," Jungkook said. "Your turn."

Again, the room fell silent. No one knew Sumi well enough to ask her such a personal question. But, then again, everyone was tipsy, or in a few cases, already drunk.

"How's Yoongi in bed?"

Everyone except for Yoongi and you laughed.

"Seriously?" Yoongi asked.

He knew it was the alcohol that asked the question, but it was still inappropriate. He didn't want you to have to drink. Your eyes were glazed and your cheeks rosy.

Yoongi reached over and drank for you, crumpling the can when he finished.

"Move on," he said. "It should be your turn, right, Jungkook?"

"Wait," you said. "I didn't answer."

Everyone turned to look at you. It was obvious you were too drunk to notice that Yoongi had technically already drank for you.

"He's good," you answered. "Better than my ex and I hate that cause..."

You drifted off not noticing the seven stunned faces staring at you.Your words slurred, but they hung in the room. Your eyelids drooped and your head lulled forward into your chest.

"I think it's time for bed," Namjoon said, standing up and helping you stand. He threw an arm around you and led you down the hall towards your bedroom.

Despite the fact that the situation was perfectly appropriate, Yoongi still felt a small pang of jealousy. He knew he shouldn't and that it was all the soulmates thing, but that didn't stop his fists from clenching.

"She probably won't remember this in the morning," Yoongi said. "Don't remind her."

Yoongi swallowed the rest of his drink and left the room on the pretenses of being sleepy--which he was--but he also didn't want anyone to see the blush come to his cheeks.

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You awoke the next morning with the worst headache you'd ever had. You clutched your forehead and glanced at the time: 10:30 am. You sighed.

You spotted your knitting things from yesterday placed on top of the dresser. You didn't remember fetching them from Yoongi's studio, but then again, you barely remembered anything after Jimin knocked the Wi-fi out.

"All I drank was beer," you muttered to yourself.

You weren't known for being a lightweight causing you to wonder just how much you'd drank the night before.

As you squirmed you felt something soft move in the crook of your arm. You looked down and saw Kitty. You smiled at the stuffed cat and her droopy eye.

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twilight-love-nochu · 4 years

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BTS Reaction To neglecting their family while away (Hyung Line)

JIN (Kim Seokjin)

When you started to date Jin you knew what you got yourself into. Jin is a busy man always preparing for the next comeback or going on tour. He was living his dream and you knew how much it meant to him so you didn’t complain. You felt quite proud of him actually since even with his busy schedule he usually never forgets to take care of his family and spends as much time with your three year old and you as possible.

Though on his current tour it was quite different. For a long time he didn’t call you two and barely ever answered your calls and you were getting quite tired of it. Yes, he was busy but you were just asking for 5 minutes, enough time to check on each other and for him to talk to his son.

It had already been 4 months since he left and your son was missing him terribly. He was starting to be uncontrollable, always throwing tantrums and never wanting to go to sleep demanding for his father to sing him to sleep.

Today was one of those nights again. Your usually smiley son was currently crying at the top of his lungs and kicking when you tried to come near him. At this point you were fed up with it and didn’t have any energy to deal with it anymore.

You left your son’s room and went to the living room were you left your phone. You snatched it from the table it was laying on and FaceTimed your husband over and over again determined to have him answer the phone, which he did after the fifth call.

“What is it?! You can’t just blow up my phone like this I’m about to go to the rehearsals and I’m already late, Y/N.” You could tell that he was pissed by the way he growled at you. But at this point you were probably more irritated than him so it didn’t faze you.

“I wouldn’t have to if you actually answered when I called… or maybe even called yourself.” You retorted with a fake smile.

“You know I’m busy, I don’t always have time. Like right now actually.”

“Seems like lately even when you do have time you prefer spending it with anything or anyone other than your family.” You didn’t even know were that came from and the words surprised even you but you weren’t going to show him how startled you were. “Whatever I just called because your son misses you very much and is making life very hard for me right now so talk to him.” You said while going back into your son’s room and handing the phone to your son who was still crying, though much calmer now.

As soon as he say his father on the screen you could see his eyes light up.

“Hi buddy!” you heard Jin say as you took the opportunity to go to the kitchen and heat up your food as you didn’t have any time to eat before since you were too busy taking care of the troublesome son. You also took the time to calm down from the fight with your husband.

After a few minutes you went back into your son’s room to check on him only to find him fast asleep with your phone on his lap. You smiled at how cute he looked before walking over to him. You payed him down in his bed, tucked him in and pressed a kiss to his temple before taking the phone and walking out of the room making sure to close the door carefully behind you.

“Y/N?” The voice coming from your phone startled you a bit, you didn’t realize that he was still on the call. When you pointed the camera at your face Jin started talking again: “He grew a lot since the last time I saw him. I didn’t realize how long it has been.” He said with a sad smile on his face problably trying to start small talk with you.

You chuckled bitterly at his words “Yeah, talk to you whenever.” You rolled your eyes.

“Wai-“ you didn’t let him finish before ending the call. You really didn’t feel like talking to him after your fight.

SUGA (Min Yoongi)

Yoongi has always been a distant person. He often missed calls or forgot to text back, or even canceled some dates. In the beginning of your relationship it made you doubt his feelings for you quite often but you soon came to realize that he wasn’t being distant on purpose. He is just naturally introverted and very serious and concentrated when it comes to his work.

What helped you realize that we’re many actions of his, like when he came to you when he needed inspiration, or when he sometimes came over to your apartment that was further away from his studio than the dorms fully knowing that you would be asleep when he came and that he had to leave even before you woke up and when you realized that and asked him about it he simply replied that he only felt completely relaxed when he was with you, or simply that he trusted you with his beloved dog Hollie when he was on tour.

Tour was the only time where you two were completely apart from each other and the only way for you to communicate was through the phone. This made tours the hardest times in your relationship, as your communication would be at its minimum. Of course you missed your boyfriend very much when he was away but you trusted Yoongi and knew that if he didn’t call he was just immersed in his work and stressed, you didn’t want to be a distraction from his work since you know how important it was to him.

Anyway you soon got used to his lifestyle and you two started to make changes in both of your lives so that you were both happy. You started hanging out at his studio more often - obviously not distracting him but doing your own thing -, soon you two even moved in together and later on he married you.

Now here you are 5 years later and not much has changed. Yoongi is still as focused on his career and you don‘t mind much, you miss him, but you were used to it by now… but your daughter was not.

Your daughter was only 4 years old so she didn’t understand why her daddy had to be away from her for so long. She is the biggest Daddy‘s Girl out there so she also didn’t like the idea of him going around the world to make other girls happy very much.

The 4-year-old has been feeling a little bit under the weather for a couple of days now and it broke your heart to see your usual bundle of happiness in that state. You thought long about how to make her feel better and came to the conclusion that talking to her beloved dad was the only medicine that would help.

You pondered for a very long time wether you should call him or not since you knew how grumpy he could get when he got interrupted while working but when your daughter even refused to eat you knew you had to.

You went into your room to start the call because you didn’t know how Yoongi would react after picking up the phone and you didn’t want him to snap at you in front of your 4-year-old.

Sure enough Yoongi seemed pissed after answering your second call. “Babe, I’m working, you know I don’t like getting interrupted.” Yes he was scolding you but you couldn’t help the butterflies that erupted in your belly upon hearing his voice after so long.

“Oh come on, you’re always working Yoongi and we haven’t talked in so long.” You pouted a little.

“I’m busy Y/N, I’m working on a new song right now and I really don’t want to forget what I had in mind.” He doesn’t budge, making you sigh.

“Yoongi, we talked about this. When you’re working you tend to get too immersed in it and you forget to call. The last time we talked was more than a month ago and the only reason I even know you’re alive and well is because I talk to your members. I just want one call once in a while even if it’s for a few minutes. Y/D/N misses you a lot… and I do too.” You add shyly.

That’s when you see a soft smile for on your Husband’s lips. “ You’re Right Y/N. I’m sorry. I guess I do get too immersed in my work. I didn’t even realize how I miss you two too.”

“You really need to take a break once in a while babe.” You tell him.

”I know. I will. How’s Y/D/N?” You can see his eyes light up just at the thought of her, making you chuckle.

“Not so good, she hasn’t been nearly as cheerful as she usually is. And I just tried to feed her but she keeps rejecting any kind of food. I think she just misses you a lot. You know I’m used to not talking to you that much but she isn’t.” You tell him honestly and his face falls remarkably.

“You should be used to me neglecting you either, Y/N.” He says sadness laced in his voice. “I’ll make it up to you I promise. For now let me talk to my Princess.”

You walk into the living room with your phone in your hand to find said princess lying on the sofa while watching her favorite show on the TV.

“Baby, Look who’s on the phone!” You say with a cheerful tone.

As sulky as she was before she still looked over to you and as soon as she saw her father on the phone the Y/D/N that you knew and loved cake back.

“Appa!!!”

You stayed on the phone for almost 2 hours during which your daughter happily told him about everything he had missed since his last phone call and he even got her to eat before she passed out on your lap. You were relieved that she was back to her old bubbly self.

Surprisingly, the call didn’t end after you put Y/D/N to bed like you would have thought. Instead Yoongi even insisted on staying on the phone to talk to you until you fell asleep too.

J-Hope (Jung Hoseok)

Your husband Hoseok was a superstar and his popularity was growing day by day. His fan base exceeded national boundaries so naturally he was gone a lot. Be it for a world tour, schedules in other countries or a collaboration with a western artist.

This time he had a 3 months tour all over America and had to stay there a little longer for the promotion of his new song with the newest big female artist in the USA right now.

Though you knew that you had to share your s/o with more than 30 Mio people, you didn’t mind because you knew that in the end you were the one he was married to and had two children with. Plus, you were an army too, so how could you be jealous knowing how important he was to them and vise versa.

Getting jealous because of his popularity would be stupid anyways because Hoseok was one of the most social and charismatic people you ever got to know, so you were sure that even if he wasn’t famous he’d still be gaining the attention of many people. But that wasn’t a bad thing, after all if he wasn’t that outgoing you doubt that you would have gotten to know each other.

So yeah, you were pretty proud of your husband for being so successful in the thing he loved to do. And when he was away you showed your support by watching every show and interview he did. It even became a family tradition for you and your son and daughter to gather in front of the TV every time you knew he was going to be on.

All three of you loved to see him goofing around on screen since lately that was the only way you got to see him.

His new collab song came out a week ago so he was in the middle of promotion and since the song was at the top of the charts a lot of shows demanded his appearance. So every day he was juggling between schedules, went back to the hotel very late and was too exhausted to call. During the preparation of the sind he also was drowning in work. J-Hope was a perfectionist so he stayed at the studio day and night in company of the singer he was making the song with, so every time you called he would tell you that he was busy working with her.

Now, as said before, you weren’t the jealous time at all but seeing how much time he spent with her and how much you were neglected in the process really didn’t sit right with you. And the fact that you saw how well (maybe even too well) they got along with each other on shows didn’t help. You knew fully well that Hoseok wouldn’t cheat on you and you couldn’t help the jealousy that was growing inside of you. You thought to yourself that you only felt that way because you hadn’t seen nor talked to him in so long.

Even so, you didn’t want to let it show in front of your kids since you didn’t want them to think that there was anything wrong with their parents, so you continued to watch the shows and interviews with them every day suppressing the feeling and casting a fake smile on your face.

You thought you were doing a great job at faking it but your son was old enough to notice that there was something wrong with you and he was clever enough to figure out the reason after seeing your smile fall a little every time you saw Hobi laugh with his new friend. He also noticed your general mood deteriorate more and more every time his father didn’t answer your calls.

As he watched you one day try to call your husband once more and sigh when he didn’t pick up your son had enough. He picked up his own phone and opted for messaging you seeing as he knew his father wasn’t going to answer anyways.

You’re an asshole. Hope you know that.

Even though he felt bad for cursing out his father his anger was bigger.

As expected, his father didn’t didn’t respond right away, in fact he didn’t see the message until 3 hours later but as soon as he saw it his heart sank and he immediately called his son racking his brain about what he could have done for his son to suddenly have such a bad image of him.

The 13 year old answered the phone with an eye roll. “Oh so your phone does work. Good to know.”

“Buddy? You alright?” Was all Hoseok said, making the young boy roll his eyes yet again.

“You would know if you called more often… or as all.” Hobi was sure he heard a hint of sadness hiding behind all the sass he definitely inherited from you.

“I’m sorry, bud. I just have so much to do that I barely ever have any time on my own and when I do it’s already the middle of the night over there.” Excuses, excuses is what your son thought.

“Yeah because you’re always with that other woman.” Your son replied now letting his guards down and letting his sadness show. On the other end of the line Hoseok was shocked by his son’s words. His son didn’t think he was cheating on you, did he?

“W-What do you mean?” Hobi asked carefully.

“Every time mom calls you you say that you’re busy with her. You’re making mom sad And I don’t like seeing her like that.”

Hobi sighed, “ Listen to me, okay? I love your mother very very much and I would never even think of doing something that would make me lose her and you and your sister in the process. I didn’t realize I made it seem as if I was hurting your mother on purpose. I wasn’t.”

“Tell that to her then. She acts like there’s nothing wrong but I can see that she’s just faking.” Although still worried for his mom he was actually very glad to hear his father say that.

He was just like you and preferred to hide his feelings so he would never let it show but he was actually very scared that his parents would split up.

“I will, kid. Thanks for making me aware of it.” He was very proud and happy to know that his son was turning into a real man protecting his mother.

“I’ll call her now. I’ll talk to you and your sister later, okay? Love and miss you lots.” He added

“I love you too, dad. Come home soon. Oh and dad?”

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry I called you an asshole.” Your son said bashfully, making his father laugh.

“It’s okay, but this better be the last time you talk to me like that.” Hobi answered semi-seriously.

“Yes, sir.” On that note they ended the call and Hobi didn’t miss a moment to call you.

RM (Kim Namjoon)

We all know that Namjoon is a very serious man when it comes to his work. I mean, he has to be, he is the leader of one of the most successful groups right now.

Off stage, Namjoon is also the best husband and father to your daughter. Always there for you two when you need it and when you don’t, the best support that you could ask for.

But with being the leader of BTS and of your family comes great responsibility, and as a result great stress. Between having to overview every schedule they have (and they have a lot), making sure everyone is Problem free and healthy both physically and mentally, making their songs, making sure everyone learns the songs and choreography and that the performances are perfect, playing the translator when they are overseas and having to take care or you and your 6 year old daughter there was not much time to work on his sanity. Don’t get me wrong, he loved doing all that, it was just… a bit much at times. Like now.

They had been on tour for 5 months now and they’re last break was too long ago to remember, meaning that Namjoon had been working non-stop for far too long. And he was already working on their next album that was supposed to come out soon after the tour, giving him extra work. He had no time to go visit the cities, no time to just hang out with the members and definitely no time to call you, and even though he was trying to not let it all get to him, it definitely was. And the fact that he had trouble with the song he was currently writing was not helping him very much.

In Korea, you were helping your daughter finalize the present she was making for her father for Father’s Day today.

She might be just 6 but she definitely had inherited Joon's incredible intelligence and creativity. That is why her present couldn’t be just a drawing of you three standing next to a house with a sun in the corner of the drawing.

She insisted on making an album full of pictures of her and her daddy with small notes and descriptions telling him why she loves him and her favorite memories of him.

She just started school so she couldn’t write very well but she still wanted to do it herself so right now you were just dictating her the words for the last note.

“All done mommy!” She exclaimed with a big toothless grin.

“Yay well done girlie! Shall we call daddy now and show him?”

Hearing your words, you saw her eyes light up. She didn’t waste a second before dashing to get your phone and coming back to where she left the album, making you giggle at her excitement.

You started the FaceTime call but went to stand outside of the frame right after. As mature as she wanted to act, your daughter was only 6 so you knew that Namjoon not making it to the ‘Bring you father to school day’ that her school was organizing for Father’s Day

As soon as she saw her father’s face she started beaming.

“Hi daddy!! Look what I ma-“ but her excitement was cut short by an annoyed voice.

“Y/D/N didn’t I tell you to stop taking people’s phones?” You were shocked by your husband's words and even more by his tone. Never has he ever spoken to her like that.

“But I-“ your daughter tried to explain herself but was cut off by her father once again.

“No buts young lady. You’re daddy’s busy, I can’t always talk when you want to. That’s why you should always wait for me to call or for your mother to call me. Now put the phone back where you found it.” And he ended the call.

You could see the tears forming in your daughter’s eyes as she kept on staring at the screen her usually loving father was just seconds ago.

Without a word you went over to where she was sitting and took her in your arms where she started sobbing.

You really didn’t know what was up with Namjoon. Usually even when he was majorly stressed he never talked like that. He was the most pacifist person you had ever seen and hated arguments. And seeing his little mini-me usually helped him destress.

It took you an hour to calm your daughter down and she finally fell asleep in your arms. You carried her into her room and put her in bed, careful not to wake her up.

With a heavy sigh you went back into the living room and retrieved your phone from the table. You took a picture of the album, sent it to your husband and wrote: Y/D/N made this for you. It’s a photo album with all the best memories she was with you. She was already upset enough that you can’t make it to “Bring Your Father To School Day” but you had to be pissy to her when she just wanted to show you her present? I know you probably are very stressed out because of everything and I understand it and I respect it. That’s why I refrain on calling you too often, but the one time I do, for Y/D/N sake btw, you react like that. That‘s really not cool, Namjoon.

Namjoon read the message you left him, and only then did it down on him how awful he was to your daughter and guilt started building in side of him at a rapid speed.

“Fuck.“

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phoebe-lou · 4 years

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A Forgotten Birthday

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Pairing: Number Five x reader

Summary: After saving the world from the apocalypse, Five struggles with living a simple life causing a strain on his relationship.

Word Count: 2009

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5...4...3...2..1! Happy Birthday to me.

Sunlight shone throughout my room, and a gentle breeze drifted through the open windows. Looking over at the clock which now read 6.00am, I allowed a smile to grace over my lips. I had been restless all night and had been sat up worrying about Five like usual. I hoped today would be different, giving both of us one day to take a break from his obsessive apocalyptic nature.

Rolling over on my side, I was shocked to find the other side of the bed empty and Five's early morning 'signature' coffee missing. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I peeled back the duvet and groggily trudged over to the bathroom. After gently splashing some cold water over my face and brushing my teeth, I tossed my crazy-ass hair into a messy bun like a boss, and began the trek to the kitchen.

Expecting to be greeted with breakfast and a fresh cup of coffee, I found non other than a half-naked Klaus passed out on the table, and Five no where in sight. For fucks sake. I rolled my eyes and began making Klaus some breakfast as he'll need some hangover food to soak up all the alcohol. I decided to just throw in some toast and pour a glass of orange juice, as Klaus began waking up and mumbling something about his ass and chocolate pudding?

"Morning sunshine." I said with an amused smile on my face, whilst Klaus began to groan and pulled himself up into a sitting position.

"What rude bitch opened the blinds this morning?" He said after accepting a glass of orange juice I handed him.

"That would have been you, and your amazing Picasso skills last night I'm guessing."

Klaus looked up at the blinds to see that someone had cut them up to make some clothes, since there was underwear shaped holes missing.

"I was wondering what I was wearing, it's definitely not yours or Allison's."

"I think the yellow 'blind' underwear, really complements your eyes." I laughed winking at him, as I took the toast out and began buttering it.

"Danke."

"So what year is it again?" Klaus mumbled as he began munching on the toast I put in front of him.

"You mean the date Klaus?."

"Yeah that."

"It's __________ (insert birthday🥳)."

"Holy shit!" Klaus shot up, knocking his chair over and throwing the toast to the ground. Then sassily marched over to me, where he pulled me into a giant bone crushing hug. Jesus how does he wake up so fast?

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU SEXY MIDGET."

"I'M ONLY 4"10, FIGHT ME BITCH."

"ALSO BEN SAYS HAPPY BIRTHDAY."

"TELL HIM I LOVE HIM."

*Meanwhile Ben just rolls his eyes*

"There is way too much Klaus and Y/N in here, this early in the morning." Diego huffed as he began filling up the kettle, not even bothering to comment on Klaus's attire.

"Good morning to you too Antonio Banderas." Klaus laughed and high-fived me.

"Besides it's only 7.00am." I smiled.

"Whatever."

"Oooo whose got your panties in a twist?."

"Anyway, Happy Birthday Y/N." Diego huffed.

"Awww you remembered, I knew you loved me really." I said forcing Diego into a hug which he eventually gave into. Suddenly another pair of arms wrapped around us. Diego became alarmed and shouted "What is wrong with you?!"

Klaus innocently smiled "I just wanted to be part of the moment."

"What's wrong with who?" Trust monkey boy to enter at this moment.

"I'll take this as my leave." Diego shrugged Klaus's arms off him, then subtly tilted his head at me, towards a card he placed by the microwave. Before marching off, after I gave him a beaming smile and a wave.

"Happy Birthday kid."

"Thanks Luther but you know I'm 28 years older than you."

"And your even more immature than Klaus, and trust me that's saying something."

"Rude. Hey don't agree with him Ben, you're supposed to be on my side." Klaus began to have a one-sided argument with 'Ben.' While I took this as a chance to slip out the kitchen and get ready.

*2 hours later*

Yes I'm high maintenance, and looking this gorgeous takes a while.

I finally finished my outfit my adding my new moon necklace, which was a birthday present from Luther (that was probably picked by Allison).

I sprayed some perfume and let my h/c hair fall down. Mission was ago. Find Five. Get drunk. Party. Have an awesome birthday. Go back a few steps and whoop Five's ass for no breakfast in bed. Perfect.

I looked through the entire house, where there was no trace of him so decided to head over to Griddy's Doughnuts. As I opened the front door, I walked into Allison and Vanya who immediately wished me a Happy Birthday and began planning a girls night out. Just what I need after putting up with all this shit, Five keeps throwing at me.

*Flashback* - Warning Mild Smut ⚠️

I was lounging across Five's bed pretending to read this boring romance novel, whilst Five was consistently writing long, complicated equations all over his wall. I wasn't expecting this is what he meant when he invited me over to spend sometime together. My patience was wearing thin, as I tried to tell myself that he was just not used to having a life outside of the apocalypse. But I went through it with him, so if I can learn to adapt, he should to.

Sneakily looking over at him, I came up with a plan to draw his attention away. Gently placing the book on the bed, I slowly walked towards him and placed my arms around his neck. It was no shocker that he immediately tensed up and his brows began to frown deeper.

"What do you want Y/N?"

"Not much." I whispered in his ear, as I ghosted my lips over his neck. "Just a little bit of attention."

Five sighed and tried to focus on the equation he was working on, which had now proven difficult as I began to pepper kisses along his jaw.

"Come on, enough."

I ignored him and began to drag my soft kisses down his neck, sucking a little harder until I found his sweet spot. Got you.

"Y/N...." He drifted off, as the pen dropped from his hands.

"Hmm?" I smirked and began grasping at his dark hair.

He finally turned around and smashed our lips together sloppily, as our tongues began fighting for dominance. He obviously won. His hands began to gently slide up the bottom of my top, just resting above my hips as he began to draw circles on my skin. Suddenly blue sparks surrounded us as I found ourselves teleported onto his desk.

He shoved all of his work out the way and began making out with me again. I gradually lifted my arms up, as he began to pull my top off...

"Y/N?"

"Y/N?!!"

My eyes fluttered dreamily as I looked over at Five who was frowning at me.

"For gods sake, did you fall asleep?! I wanted some help with these equations as you're the only non-idiotic person I know. Ugh forget it, of course it doesn't matter if there's another apocalypse." He whined sarcastically, and turned back around, continuing his work.

Five's writing came to a stop and as I launched my book at the walk near his head.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" He shouted, finally exploding with frustration.

"You're an ass." I mumbled. He rolled his eyes and teleported away, probably before he did or said something he'd regret.

I preferred dream Five.

*Flashback over*

Arriving at Griddy's, I locked the car and walked over to the entrance and went inside. Surprise, surprise my 'affectionate' boyfriend was sat with a mug of coffee writing equations on napkins.

"Well, well, well good afternoon handsome." Five looked up irritated and forced a smile.

"What is it?" Was he joking?

"I thought we were going to spend the day together, you said you had something planned last week."

"We'll have to reschedule or something."

"Hahaha very funny grumpy-ass." He didn't look very amused, as he sighed and took a long sip of coffee.

"Can we talk later, I'm kind of in the middle of something?"

Alarms were going off. He had forgotten. Maybe he needed a little more convincing and a few hints.

"Well today is kind of a special day." He looked blankly at me before he gave me a genuine smile.

"Is it national coffee day? Thanks for reminding me gorgeous." He smirked and winked. Was he for fucking real?

"Maybe you should get some cake with that coffee."

"The sweetness ruins the bitter taste I like." You bitter old bugger.

"Isn't there something you're forgetting Five? Some sort of special day, for a special girl."

"Shit. You're right. Meet me at the house in 20 mins." With that he teleported away. Well my work here is done. I'm expecting a decent last minute party though.

After wasting 30 mins shopping, I decided to head back and see what Five had done. As I entered the house it was really quiet, until I reached the living room....

Where Five sat lounging on a sofa drinking margaritas with Dolores.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!!"

"Well when you say about a special day for a special lady, I remembered-d that it's been some years years since we found the lovely-y Dolores." He smirked cheekily at me and offered me a glass.

"Are you drunk?"

"No...."

"......."

"Maybe..."

"......"

"Yes..."

Just at the wrong time everyone came rushing in with party poppers, and balloons shouting 'SURPRISE.' I looked down to the floor with angry tears burning down my cheeks, I couldn't believe him. Everyone could sense the tension in the room, except for Five who still looked completely clueless.

"What's goin-n on? He slurred.

"Check the calendar..." I whispered.

I couldn't stand everyone looking at me with such pity so I went straight to our room, crying myself to sleep early.

*A few hours later*

I woke up to knocking at the door.

"Go away."

Hearing the familiar sound of Five's special jump I buried my face into my pillow.

"Can we talk...?"

"...."

"Please... Y/N."

"...."

"Can we just..."

"WHAT?!" I hissed, ripping the duvet off me to glare at him.

He straight away noticed my red, blotchy face, and long tear lines causing my mascara to run down my face.

"I'm sorry..." With that Five burst into tears. I'd only ever seem him cry twice so I wasn't sure what to do.

"I'm sorry-y... I've j-just been trying-g to be ready f-for something bad to happen-n again, as I know the c-commission wants order-r. We've both been-n to hell and b-back, and I can't imagine-e loosing you. I j-just wanted to keep-p you safe, but I've b-been so wrapped up in d-doing all these possible equations-s, that I've p-pushed you away.... Then I've been-n so preoccupied that I forgot-t your b-birthday..."

"Oh Five." I wrapped my arms around him as he began to sob into my chest. I whispered soothing words as I gently rubbed his back.

"You'll never loose me, and I'm not upset about my birthday that much. I honestly just miss spending time with you, and can't believe you prioritised coffee and a manikin over me you ass!" At this Five chuckled and began to calm down.

"You know I don't say it enough... but I love you Y/N."

"I love you too Five."

"Did you want to have that amazing party you've been telling me about?"

"Actually can we just spend the rest of today cuddling and watch a move?"

"Anything you want love."

"You were totally jealous of Dolores."

"Shut up Five."

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jay-wells-writes · 4 years

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Haze (Caregiver Snart, Fluffy)

See I promised you I wasn’t gone! it actually felt nice writing again. Okay so my Dear Anon asked for Snart in the role of a care giver, wanted it to be fluff. I intentionally left “him” as him. I didn’t want to give him to much of a story, so I left him as is. So that you could make him into anyone you wanted.

TRIGGER WARNING: There is talk of death and blood

*Okay, so many of you know that before they closed their doors I worked for a live in facility for troubled youth. There was one night I had a lot of things happen, like a lot of things. One thing though was I had one of the students break down, they were triggered by the blood and a staff getting hurt. And when I got to them they were crowded in a corner, on their knees, rocking back and forth as they cried. It took me over 30 mins to get them to calm down. Granted I don’t know what they were thinking, but I am thinking that I can pull from my experience and make this story work.*

Opening the door you couldn’t help but be brought back to when you were younger. Instead of it being some random person laying there, it was Mick and there was so much blood. Looking from his body you saw him standing there and you were seeing a scene you worked so hard to forget playing back.

Any strength you had started to dissolve. You could hear everyone behind you shouting and moving towards Mick as you began to back up slowly. Even through the blur of tears you watched as Snart shot him, much to the shock of everyone. Even though your mind told you that it was Kendra reaching out you shook your head back and forth. Feeling the wall at your back you couldn't help but drop to your knees. Pulling your legs up to your chest you began to rock. It was at that time any and all exercises you learned became forgotten and you began to cry. Anytime you felt someone touching you, you couldn't help but pull away. Through the haze, that became your mind, you heard Snart as he yelled for them to leave you alone.

Soon it just became you and your memories. As you fought your way from the past, the present kept pulling you back. You could hear Martin say that Mick's wounds seemed superficial but that they needed to get him to the medbay. Suddenly shadows drifted over you and you began to cry harder. But through all the haze you heard Snart's voice as he once again yelled for them to leave you. Suddenly all the shadows became one, and instead of reaching out for you like the others had, this one just sat next to you. Even though you saw only one shadow, you could still hear multiple voices. But only one seemed to be talking to you and soon you started to focus on that.

Eventually you began to realize that the voice was Snart and even though you couldn't tell what he was saying you could pick up words here and there. Things like, "It's over y/n.", "..... Leo… your…", ".....breathe…..me.", and "Keep…..on my….". Even as you continued to rock, you tried your best to keep listening to Snart's voice. But without even realizing it you began to shake. Hearing Snart calling your name continuously you looked from the floor to him. You could see him holding his jacket out and even though you couldn't make out his words you watched as he slowly came closer to wrap it around you. You knew what he was doing but you couldn't help but flinch. Feeling the familiar weight of his jacket and soon smelling everything Snart, you lowered yourself to the ground and wrapped his jacket tighter around yourself.

When you opened your eyes, you knew it hadn't been that long. But a quick look around showed that you and Snart were the only ones there. As you tried to take a bigger look around the room your sight was blocked by Snart as he blocked your view.

"Eyes on me y/n." Instantly your eyes landed on Snart who gave you a smile and a nod of his head. "Are you back with me?"

Even though you understood what Snart had been saying, you still had a hard time focusing so you shook your head no. Nodding his head Snart shifted from the cross legged position he was in, to kneeling on his knees.

"That's okay. But we need to move this to somewhere better. If you can stand for me I will pick you up and carry you back to the ship. Can I get you to do that for me?"

In just that question alone you could feel yourself pulling his jacket tighter around you. You knew that you wanted to leave this place, but the thought of walking or even having Snart carry you had you beginning to panic all over again. As you felt yourself starting to be pulled back into the haze you just came from. A touch to your face and Snart calling your name had you looking back to him.

"There you go. Just keep your eyes on mine." Doing as he said Snart started to stand as he spoke random words of encouragement. Once you were standing ,with your back to the room, Snart smiled as he laid a hand to your face. "You did all the hard work, let me do the rest. Okay?"

Nodding your head Snart nodded his back as he quietly said "good".

When Snart began to bend you wrapped your arms around his neck as he picked you up and held you close to him. Even though you hadn't done anything you felt like you had run a mile and you found yourself laying your head against Snart as you fell asleep.

"Snart, we need-"

"You don't need anything Sara. I am telling you now. If you or anyone else tries to talk to y/n about what happened. I will freeze you so fast. All you need to know about what happened was what we walked into reminded y/n of something that happened when she was younger. You can rest assured that it won't happen again."

"How do you know that Snart?"

Waking up, you laid there and listened as Snart and Sara went back and forth. You had been pretending to be asleep and thought you had been doing a good job of it, but hearing Sara asking that question you opened your eyes. Suddenly Snart was sitting on the bed, blocking your view and blocking Sara from seeing you were awake.

"It won't happen again because unlike all those years ago. I shoot him and he is dead."

"That doesn't answer my question Snart! If anything it gives me more."

You watched as Snart held his hand up.

"Kept it down. Some things are better left in the past. That man was meant to be in the past. He was never to find her and I made sure he would never find her again.

What I can tell you is, when y/n was younger she walked into a scene exactly like the one today. Over the years she learned different techniques to help her. But when I say that this scene was exactly the same, I mean it was EXACTLY the same. All of the things she learned flew right out the window. The chances of this happening are 1 in a million, now there is no chance of it happening again. Give her the night, come morning she will be herself."

You could hear Sara sigh and smack her leg and you could just picture her rolling her eyes as she did that.

"Fine. I am trusting you on this Snart."

Nodding his head before looking down, you heard the door opening. Suddenly Snart was looking up and calling for Sara. You couldn’t see his face but by the tone of his voice you knew Snart was glaring at her.

"I meant what I said. No one and I mean no one is to ask her about what happened today or what happened in the past."

Sara said nothing and you heard the door closing. After a couple of minutes Snart finally moved to look at you.

"You with me?"

Smiling slightly you nodded your head.

"How long was I out?"

"About an hour. Are you ready to get up?"

Instead of answering you shook your head as you made room on the bed.

"Lay with me?"

Chuckling slightly Snart moved so that he could rest at the head of the bed. Reaching towards you he helped you move so that you could rest your head on his thigh, with your arm resting across his legs. Without even realizing it Snart began to play with your hair as you both just relaxed.

"You know you co-"

"No I couldn't have."

"But Snart, they are our team now. They deserve to know when something like this will happen again."

"In all the years I have known you. You have NEVER had something ever trigger you like today. I firmly believe it was because of him and as you heard earlier he is no longer alive."

With how stern Snart sounded you knew not to say anything back. Instead you hugged his legs a bit tighter. After a few minutes you took a deep breath and asked the question that was on your mind. Speaking quietly you spoke into his thigh.

"Is he really gone Leo?"

Answering just as quietly Leo answered

"Yes he is."

Hearing him confirm what you knew, it felt like a weight was lifted from you. Smiling for the first time today you felt yourself drifting off to sleep when suddenly another thought had you shooting up.

"MICK! please tell me he is okay?"

Rubbing your arm Leo nodded his head as he worked on getting you to calm down.

"Mick is fine. All the wounds were superficial, he only had one deep one. Gideon was able to patch him up. He is back in his room also resting."

"I need to see him Leo."

"He's not going to be in a good mood."

"Has that ever stopped me?"

Laughing Leo turned and placed his feet on the ground.

"No it hasn't."

Walking into Mick's room you could see Mick passed out on his bed. You knew that he had been tired because he didn't even strip when he got to his room. He just laid out on his bed and fell asleep. You couldn’t help but smile as you looked to Leo.

"Wanna help me move him?"

Laughing Leo shook his head as he made his way over to a chair.

"Oh no. This one is all on you."

Shaking your head you turned back to the bed and Mick. Climbing onto it you sat next to Mick and began to poke him as you spoke his name.

"Mick. Mick. I wanna snuggle and sleep too."

You heard Mick grunt as he looked up at you. Normally he would have bitched and fought with you. But he must have heard what happened because instead of saying anything he pulled you down next to him. After wrapping himself around you, you heard Mick's muffled voice.

"Then sleep. I got ya and nothing is gonna happen to you."

With a quick look to Leo you knew he had heard Mick and he nodded his head in agreement. Soon the warmth from Mick had you falling back to sleep.

#legend of tomorrow #leonard snart #trigger warnings #tw: blood #Some Mick also

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excelsi-or · 4 years

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27/07/25 - brokenhearted (woozi)

w.c. 956 (fluuuuff)

BIPOC rec: The weather’s been really nice in my area lately and I’m trying very hard to get back into fitness. The wonderful AOC posted about GirlTrek’s Black History Bootcamp, a 21-day meditation walking podcast. They talk about a different Black woman who has impacted history. It’s hosted by two women, Vanessa Garrison and Morgan Dixon. And it’s getting me outside and for 30 min walks.

May 20, 2025

July 27, 2025

There’s no sound in the apartment other than the occasional rustling on the couch as Jihoon moves around to get comfortable and the pattering of the rain outside. The windows are open to let in some cool air; both of them are in hoodies, sweatpants, and socks. It’s a quiet Sunday afternoon, something they had agreed on having two weeks ago.

She has her sleeves rolled up and a large piece of watercolour paper in front of her. After an impromptu art date (Seungkwan had signed the lovebirds up for a class for her birthday), she’s found a love for a paintbrush and watercolour. It turns out she’s not half bad and it’s been fun fleshing out sketches and turning them into genuine art pieces. She’s currently working on her fourth painting of Jihoon, who has proven to be an excellent model.

For the umpteenth time in the hour, Jihoon sighs loudly.

“What’s going on with you?” she mumbles. Her head is tipped as she watches the water and paint bleed in one area.

“Writer’s block,” Jihoon mumbles. “Bumzu hyung and I were going through some old stuff and he said a few of the old songs I’d done were good. Asked why I hadn’t finished them.”

She glances over at him. The story doesn’t seem done.

“One of the managers walked in while I was playing the old stuff and asked if I could finish it for one of the guy groups.” Jihoon huffs. “But there’s a reason they’ve never been finished.”

She puts her paintbrush down and scoots over to him. She rests her chin on the couch near his shoulder. The laptop screen is tipped down towards him, the computer resting on his propped knees. There’s no song title as songs that are unfinished are only numbered, but open on the screen is a note.

Her eyes skim over the lyrics and she frowns. Since they started dating, Jihoon’s songs have been from experience rather than imagination. There are dreams he’s had that he associated to an emotion, but many of his songs have been a part of their history. These words are melancholy and pining.

“When did you write this?”

Jihoon huffs. “When I was in LA.”

“You were writing sad songs in LA?” She’d heard all the songs that had been released from the time he was away. None of them sounded like this. Melancholic, longing, angsty.

Jihoon closes the lid of the laptop and rolls onto his side so that they’re face-to-face. He smells of the cola he’s been drinking and she has wafts of chai coming off her. “I wrote them after we broke up. I called up Cheol and he gave me some of the most sound advice he’s ever given me.”

She lifts an eyebrow, intrigued. Seungcheol is decent at giving advice, so she’s heard.

“’Take your broken heart and make it into art,’” Jihoon quotes. “He said that I’m a musician so I should put my emotion into my music.” His hand toys with some loose hair around her face, wrapping the strands around his fingers. “But I couldn’t write any stories, because they were all so sad.”

“But you love sad stories,” she murmurs.

Jihoon’s eyes are transfixed on the lock of hair around his finger. “Not when they’re about us apparently. I have so many half-written songs that I didn’t have the heart to finish. It’s why I came home.”

“Oh?” she chuckles. “I thought it was because you missed me, not because you couldn’t write any good songs anymore.”

“I needed my muse to write good songs.”

She leans closer to him. “Is that all I’m good for you now? A muse?”

Jihoon smirks, barely brushing her lips. “Among other things.”

As he peppers her face with kisses, her face scrunches up. “Do they have to sound sad?”

Jihoon pulls away. Massaging the back of her neck, he asks, “What do you mean?”

“Well, you remember the feelings, but you have me now. So why not take the sad emotions and,” she shrugs, “make the music happy.”

“Come here.” Jihoon scoots closer to the back of the couch to make room for her. She crawls onto the couch next to him, his arm cradling her into him as he opens the lid of his laptop again. He tries to reach for the keyboard, but can’t stretch far enough. “Can you type the password please?”

Chuckling, she types her birthday and his into the password bar. Jihoon navigates the screen to play the song. He mumbles the lyrics over top. She snuggles closer to him, one arm over his chest and her eyes closed. Jihoon’s voice vibrates his chest as he sings.

“What did you think of that?” he asks.

There’s more song than there are lyrics, so he lets it play.

“Mm,” she hums, “I think if you changed the beat to something more chipper, you could finish that story.” Her voice turns into a drawl as she starts to fall asleep on him. “You know, breaking up with you was probably one of the hardest things I had to do. But I felt like I was holding you back by being with you.”

Jihoon’s arm that’s trapped underneath her strokes her arm. “Why would you have held me back?”

“Because you’d be thinking about me here and be worried about coming home. And I was worried about you being so far away and your emotional constipation meant you’d disappear off the face of the planet,” she mumbles.

One-handed, as she quietly starts to snore on him, he types out a few lyrics. But a nap is enticing, especially when Jihoon’s favourite person is cuddled up next to him.

#woozi imagines #woozi scenarios #woozi #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen #svt #tabilrn #lee jihoon scenarios

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msduplicities · 3 years

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Chapter 30: The morning after

At 6:30 am, Eunha woke up to a call from Jimin.

“What do you want?” She asked, still with eyes closed.

“Eunha-ssi,” He said in a raspy voice. “I feel like I’m dying,”

She knew exactly what Jimin meant. Eunha could barely open her eyes; she had the worst headache she’d had in years, and she didn’t know if it was just a hangover or if she was sick.

“Are you there?” He asked, a little worried with her silence. “Can you make me a cup of tea?”

“Why would I get out of bed to make you a cup of tea?” Eunha complained, wanting to keep sleeping.

“Because I’m not feeling well,” he said whining. “And I know you’re the only one awake,”

“Well, that’s thanks to you!”

“Sh!” Midori, who was peacefully sleeping on the couch in the guest room, threw a pillow at her.

“Please,” Jimin said. He sent a picture at her, and she opened it to see what it was.

"I feel like I'm dying!" He said.

“I’m showing Sooah this picture if you don’t leave me alone,”

“No, show her this,” He sent her another photo.

“Ugh,” Eunha got out of bed, knowing she couldn’t go back to sleep even if she tried. “I don’t even know where the things are,”

She left Sooah sleeping in the room and avoided entering the bathroom as she saw Ji-Eun was missing from bed. She tried to be very quiet, assuming everyone was still asleep, but when she arrived at the kitchen, she was surprised by Namjoon and Ji-Eun, who were peacefully talking with a cup of coffee in their hands.

“Good morning, love,” Ji-Eun said with puffy eyes and a smile. “Want some coffee?”

“Uh… yeah, actually,” She said, confused with the scene but still not complaining. “Did you get any sleep?”

“Oh yeah, I just woke up an hour ago,” Ji-Eun said. Eunha stared at Namjoon, who was reading the newspaper, minding his own business.

“What about you, Mr. Kim?” Eunha asked Namjoon, who turned to look at her just then.

"Mr. Min is my father," Namjoon said, putting the newspaper down. "Call me Namjoon," He laughed at his own attempt of a joke, which actually made it funny. "Are you ok, sweetie?" Ji-Eun asked, seeing the state Eunha was. "My head will explode," she said, as Ji-Eun checked her temperature with the back of her hand. "I don't get why I feel like this, I didn't even drink that much," "I think you've got a fever," Ji-Eun said, now touching all her face to prove if she was right. Namjoon stood up and left the room briefly, coming back with a thermometer he put in Eunha's mouth without notice. "37°, above normal but still good," Namjoon said after a few seconds. "Do you want some medicine or would you rather something more natural?" "I'm fine," Eunha found the whole situation slightly annoying and weird, feeling like she was at her parent's house again. "I think I need more sleep,"

“Yeah, he’s not feeling well either,” Eunha explained, drinking from her coffee, forgetting about everything wrong in the world for a few seconds. After Ji-Eun served her the cup of tea, she took both cups in her hands and headed upstairs, leaving the odd pair alone again, making a mental reminder to ask Ji-Eun about her relationship with the guy when they were back home.

She carefully walked to the oldest guy’s room and gently knocked the door a few times, hoping she wouldn’t wake anyone else. A few seconds later, Jimin opened the door. He didn’t look good at all, which worried her instantly, making her forget that she was upset with him for making her come up.

“Wow, you’re not joking,” Eunha said. “You look like crap,”

“It’s lovely to see you, too,” Jimin said, taking the cup of coffee in his hands instead of the tea. Eunha handed him the right cup and took hers instead.

“Do you have a fever?” Eunha asked, concerned by how harsh his voice was.

“No, I think I drank and yelled too much.” He explained, drinking from his tea. “You don’t look too well either”

“That’s because I should be sleeping, but you woke me up,”

The door of Jin’s room opened a bit more behind Jimin, leaving just enough space for Taehyung’s face to show up.

“What are you doing?” He said in a deep sleepy voice. Eunha got distracted by the glimpse of his exposed shoulders that Jimin couldn’t cover.

“Eunha brought me a cup of tea,” Jimin said, just as sleepy as his friend.

“Is that one for me?” Taehyung asked, looking at the cup she was holding.

“No, this is mine,” she said, she couldn’t dare to lift up her gaze.

“Shut up!” Jungkook yelled from the room.

“Is… someone else awake?” Jimin asked though Eunha knew exactly who he was asking for.

“Namjoon and Ji-Eun are downstairs, everyone else is still sleeping,” Eunha explained. Taehyung left them alone for a while, going back inside the room. She leaned closer to Jimin, making sure only he could hear her. “Why didn’t you tell me he was awake… and shirtless!”

“Want to come in?” Jimin asked with a smirk as he drank from his cup of tea. Taehyung came back, this time wearing a hoodie, and he opened the door fully to come outside. “Where are you going?”

Taehyung didn’t answer, he simply walked away and climbed the stairs that led to the third floor. Eunha turned to look at Jimin, asking for an explanation but he simply laughed.

“Is he upset?” Eunha asked.

“He’s always upset,” Jimin said, drinking from his tea.

“Do you think he wanted some too?” Eunha asked and Jimin only looked at her with his eye smile. “What?”

“It’s cute,”

“What’s cute?”

“Seeing you nervous with a crush,”

“He’s not a crush, shut up” Eunha drank from her coffee and walked away from Jin’s room. “I’m going back to sleep,”

“Thanks for the Tae, I mean, the tea,” Jimin said before he went back inside.

When Eunha arrived at the guest room, she found Sooah still asleep, spread on the whole bed. Midori was covered from head to toes with a blanket, also sleeping. Eunha paced around the room, not knowing where to sit, but decided it was better if she fully woke up and helped Yoongi prepare everything for his trip. Just then, it hit her how much she was going to miss him.

He was probably still asleep, and she should leave him like that. Still, Eunha wanted to help him somehow, and she knew coffee was always a way to get to Yoongi’s heart. Continuing her way back downstairs, Eunha found Namjoon and Ji-Eun making breakfast comfortably, which still was weird to see since she knew nothing about the guy.

“Sorry to interrupt again,” Eunha said, walking to the counter. “I’m making more coffee,”

“We’re making pancakes for everyone,” Ji-Eun announced.

“We’re also making Haejangguk for those who need it,” Namjoon said, preparing the hangover soup next to Ji-Eun. “I can’t promise much, I’m not the best cook.”

“I’m sure it’ll be great,” Eunha said with a smile. While she was grinding the coffee, she thought about Taehyung, and how he’d probably liked to drink some too. “Would anyone else like some coffee?”

“No thanks, I’m good,” Ji-Eun said.

“I’m fine, thank you,” Namjoon said. “How much gochugaru should I add?”

While they continued making breakfast, Eunha poured two more cups of coffee and carefully walked back upstairs. When she was about to knock on Yoongi's door, she got a message.

Nervously, not really sure why, Eunha climbed the stairs to the third floor. Taehyung was sitting near the fountain, his eyes still swollen from the lack of sleep.

“Hi,” Eunha said, still from the doorframe that led to the terrace. He turned to look at her a bit confused.

“Jimin’s not here,” Taehyung said, looking around as to prove his words.

“I know,” She said, carefully approaching him. She handed him the cup of coffee, and he looked at her, even more confused than he was before. Eunha didn’t know what to do or say, so she just drank from her own cup and looked away.

“This is for me?” Taehyung asked, looking at the cup of coffee in his hands.

“Uh, yeah,” Eunha said. “I thought you might need it, since you’re already awake and all that,”

“And all that,” He said with a smile, mocking her lack of words. Eunha drank in silence, looking at the sky, seeing the first rays of sun appear above the mountains.

“It’s not that hot,” Eunha said suddenly, seeing how he stared at his coffee.

“Pardon?” It took him a few seconds to understand she was talking about his intact drink. “Oh, yeah, sure,” He said, drinking from the coffee. He started coughing for some reason and she just hit him repeatedly on the back. “Sorry,”

“Are you alright? Was it too hot?” She asked, actually worried.

“No, it’s fine,” He drank again and smiled. “It’s really good, thanks.”

“I can’t do much, but I know I can do a decent cup of coffee,” Eunha said with a shy smile, drinking from her own coffee.

“It’s more than decent,” Taehyung said, drinking again. Then he smirked for some reason, probably remembering something. “You know, objectively.”

She almost choked on her coffee, knowing he was teasing her for what she said the night before. He looked away still smirking and taking another sip of his coffee.

“Did you get any sleep last night?” He asked her.

“Do I look that bad?”

“I didn’t mean that,” Taehyung said with a laugh. She even found his laugh attractive; she was a mess. So, I look good? She wanted to ask, but she didn’t find the courage she had the night before. “You said you didn’t feel good,”

“I’m fine,” Eunha hoped her coffee would refill only so she had something else to get distracted with.

“Do you want mine?” He asked; Eunha feared that he could actually read her mind. “I’m not going to finish it,”

“Oh no, don’t worry,” She said, but he didn’t give her the choice. Before she knew it, Taehyung took the cup from her hands and gave her his. Her heart skipped a beat when their hands briefly touched. Once again, she didn’t know what to do or say, so she drank form her new cup of coffee.

“Why were you up by yourself last night?” She even surprised herself with the impulsive question that had come out of her mouth. He turned to look at her eyes directly, maybe for the first time that morning, and she resisted the urge to look away.

“Sometimes I need to be alone,” he simply said.

“Oh, sorry,” Eunha thought he was giving her a message, so she got to her feet, ready to leave him alone.

“No, I didn’t mean that,” he said laughing, but also stood up. “I don’t mind if you stay,”

“I should probably help Ji-Eun with breakfast anyways,” she tried to excuse herself.

“Why aren’t you wearing your wrist brace?” He asked out of nowhere, looking at her hand.

“Oh, I don’t think I need it anymore,”

“Does it hurt?” He asked, still looking at her hand.

“Not much anymore,” Eunha wasn’t sure, but she thought she saw his own hand move slightly. “I should see if Yoongi needs help with something,”

“He’s still asleep,” Taehyung said, looking at the floor. “You’re going to miss him, aren’t you?”

“Aren’t we all?” She said with a chuckle and he just smiled. “Yeah, I’m going to miss him. He’s my best friend,”

“Is he?” Taehyung asked, genuinely interested.

“I don’t like the term, but if I were to have a best friend, I think I’d be him,” Eunha hated how overexplaining she was when she got nervous.

“I thought it was Jimin,” He said.

“That’s why I don’t like the term. They’re both my best friends,” Eunha clarified. “But it’s not like they’re better than my other friends or something,”

“Jimin is my best friend,” Taehyung said, playing a bit with his feet. “Everyone knows it, there’s nothing wrong with it,”

“I’m not trying to steal him from you,” she joked, and she was happy to see him smile at it.

“I’m not worried about that,” he said, looking at her again. “I’m not worried about you.”

“What are you worried about?” There she was again with her impulsive questions. He didn’t say anything for some seconds, which only made her more nervous.

“I don’t want things to change,” he said lifting his shoulders.

“With Jimin?” He nodded, not looking at her anymore. “But why would they change?”

Taehyung looked at her like it was obvious.

“Because of Sooah?” She bluntly asked, and he nodded. “I don’t think they’d change for bad, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “I don’t doubt she’s a good person-“

“She’s the best,” Eunha interrupted, getting defensive for some reason. He chuckled again.

“I just… I don’t know…”

“You’re jealous,” she teased him and he rolled his eyes.

“I’m not,”

“You’re jealous because you won’t have all of Jimin’s attention,”

“No,”

“I get the feeling,” Eunha said. “But you won’t be alone in this, I’m in the same position. We’ll be together in this, right?”

She put her fist in front of him and he looked at her with a small smile before punching it with his fist.

“Right,” he said.

They walked downstairs together, each knowing that they were closer now. Maybe not as close as Eunha would like, but she was happy with that.

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hellishvu · 5 years

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Imagine BTS (hyung line): when they call you because they miss you

— short and sweet!! i cant believe i hit like 30 followers not too long ago and now i’m at 50!! i will do a get to know me? and finally post a masterlist!! hopefully i will post bad softie pt2 in the weekend. i just had my ceremony for my club that i’m an officer in!! but i love all of you <333 requests are still open!! don’t be afraid!!

Kim Namjoon:

Oh Namjoon, before he confessed he used to make the members call you just for him. Namjoon would become so shy and all the members would just tell him to tell you!

Some of the ridiculous ones were when Namjoon couldn’t find a ramen flavor that sounded good, and he hadn’t talked to you in almost a week.

In another occasion he would call you up and you answered causing Namjoon to blush when he had heard your voice.

“Oh hey? what’s up!” Namjoon heard you say on the other line as he was panicking to think of an excuse.

“I! I can’t chose a movie to watch, can you chose one for me?” Namjoon asked as he secretly opened netflix on his tv.

“Namjoon go to bed.”

“I want to sleep... in your bed.” Namjoon mumbled the last few words as you raise an eyebrow ending the call before texting him.

uwu my ember passion<333: Come over and we can cuddle, you big dork

“Guys! Do you think he knows???” Namjoon asked as all of them looked at him, with an annoyed look that even though he can be one of the most intelligent socially and mentally, he was not the most smartest when something like this is in front of his face.

Let’s just say the day ended in cuddles and Namjoon stuttering through his confession as you kissed his forehead.

Kim Seokjin:

It was a new day which meant a new concert, it was completely normal for people to get nerves when they are minutes away before they preform something big.

Seokjin calls you as he was getting ready, he had counted his steps and he was ready physically but not so mentally. Seokjin called you to facetime since that was a normal occurance.

Seokjin sees you answer and he sees you in a loud crowd, that you’re at a stadium. Seokjin sees you smile as you flip the camera and he sees the stage, wait HIS STAGE??

“What- Who- How?” Seokjin asked as you had gotten tickets from bighit so you could facetime Seokjin without worrying about ARMYS swarming you. You smiled as you waved your army bomb that he bought you.

“Let’s just say, I saved my vacation days.” You laughed as Seokjin showed the members all shocked to see you at the concert, you saw them smile and let’s just say Seokjin looked at your direction of the stadium a whole lot. Seokjin sent flying kisses, worked even harder! If that was possible.

Seokjin after the concert was over, you went backstage and kissed him as he hugged you. You sighed knowing you can finally have some time with him, even if it was a day after he left again.

Jung Hoseok:

Hoseok liked to call you, a lot,, he love love loves your voice. It was one of his favorite things about you. When you explained things your voice sparked passion, and when you comforted him your voice made him warm and fuzzy.

You like to answer his calls, because he always knew how to keep a conversation going. Wether it was a new idea or new talent he learned, or he had a rough day, or something good happened. You were there to answer his calls.

So when you got a call from him while you were in line for a limited collection of clothing that you were going to get him. You stayed in line for quite a long time, actually. Hoseok had talked about this brand, and how he couldn’t make the release and there was no order online. So you had saved up your own money, and went. You answered, and he talked to you but you tried to explain why there was loud noises. You laughed coming up with an excuse as of why.

The line took forever, and you didn’t notice your feet aching from standing for so long. You talked to him, and that distracted you. You sometimes laughed really loud on aciddent as people looked at you.

“Where are you anyway?” Hoseok asked as you looked around trying to find an excuse.

“I’m at the cafe where we met at, waiting for my drink.” You smiled as Hoseok awed on the other side of phone.

“So why do I see you in line for the collection?” Hoseok asked as you looked behind, and all the way in the back of the line.. there was Hoseok waving at you.

Min Yoongi:

— when yoongi travels with bts, he gets lonely in the car rides because everyone would usually sleep during the long trips so he calls you <33

Yoongi was traveling, once again... like always. He enjoyed the car rides. Hours of free time but also it was a bit uncomfortable sitting for those hours.

Everyone had slept throughout the car ride; waking up to say hi to the still awake Yoongi in the back of the van. Yoongi waved as he sighed trying to rest his eyes but he simply couldn’t! The music was even slow for them to rest while the driver stayed awake for them.

Yoongi scrolled through his phone, seeing many new notifications on twitter as Taehyung had posted something before he went in the car. Yoongi saw a message pop up from you, you had just woke up from nap and you wished him luck with traveling and to remind him to eat and take care of himself.

Yoongi replied almost immediately asking if you had time to call him. He didn’t like calls, he enjoys text but he had missed your voice. He missed when you woke up beside him, hearing your morning voice. He missed hearing your laugh and how you would make the cheesiest puns just to have a small giggle come out him.

You answered his call saying the first hello, as Yoongi sighed as your voice was like honey. You asked what he was doing, and he explained what he had been having trouble with, the sleeping in the car made him restless.

“Do you want me to like? Do asmr? Do a little singing a lullaby?”

“No you baby, I want you to talk to me till I fall asleep.”

#bts x male reader #bts jin #bts #bts jhope #bts namjoon #bts rm #bts seokjin #fluff #bts yoongi #bts suga

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ddaeng-181338 · 6 years

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Cold | 11

Wolf! AU

☾ Min Yoongi x Reader

☾Enemies to Lovers

☾Word Count: 8.2k

Yoongi hated you the moment you joined the pack and that was that

Cold Masterlist —> check my blog

Warnings: this chapter talks about dark themes that could be triggering to some readers. This includes — abuse, mental abuse, being pressured into sex , abandonment and violence

Warnings: oral sex (male receiving) unprotected sex (use condoms you fools)

A/n: dis one is a long chapter, so I hope you enjoy :3

You and yoongi sat side by side in the living room, it was a few hours later, the sun was beginning its slow descent down. You still had four hours of daylight at least, so after you endured dinner, you and yoongi were going to set off for the cabin — you packed once you arrived home from the river. “So tell us about… this.” You raised an eyebrow at Hoseok, Taehyung sprawled across his lap, curious eyes turning in your direction at Hoseok’s question.

“About what?” You snuggled into yoongi’s side, giggling as Hoseok rolled his eyes. “About how this occurred, you and yoongi brat.” You shrugged at him, noting that Jin, Jungkook and Jimin had stopped moving in the kitchen to listen. “We took Tae’s advice from a few days ago.” Taehyung perked up completely at that, shooting you a cheeky grin “this is proof that you should all listen to me, I’m never wrong as crazy as i may see.”

A comfortable silence fell over you a as you turned your eyes to the television screen once again. It was some unfamiliar drama that Taehyung and Hoseok were invested in, talking animatedly whenever a certain character appeared. You glanced over at Yoongi , his eyes were drooping shut. “Lean on me.” He only half registered what you said before you leaned over and laid down on the couch, opening your arms for him to snuggle up to you.

You smiled softly as the half asleep man crawled over and covered your body with his, head resting on your chest as you wrapped an arm around him, the other coming up to stroke his hair. “Hoseokie?” He glanced over at the sound of his name and you motioned towards the blanket on the back of the couch behind him. “Can you?” He grabbed the fluffy blanket and poked Taehyung’s cheek to move to he could get up, the younger boy barely seemed to register sitting up — to invested in the scene playing before him on the television screen.

Hoseok put the large fuzzy blanket over both of you, covering Yoongi up to his shoulders. “Thanks.” Your voice came out softer, noticing that yoongi was already snoring slightly. For the next hour you drifted in and out of sleep as Well, Taehyung’s voice waking you from time to time as he talked animatedly to Hoseok about what he would think would happen on the next episode. By the time you woke up fully the sun was noticeably lower in the sky, the ruckus in the kitchen has died down a bit as Seokjin set the table, Jimin and Jungkook putting the food on to plates.

“I was about to wake you princess.” You glanced up at Namjoon, only a few feet away. “Were you watching us?” You felt a sleepy grin appear on your features as you looked down to see yoongi was still fast asleep , head cutely nuzzled into your chest. “Maybe… you two looked cute what can i say.” You enjoyed the compliment, you didn’t want to wake Yoongi at all, his sleeping face beyond adorable in your eyes — now add that sleeping face squished and resting on your chest. You’d spend an eternity watching him and holding him if you could.

“Dinner is ready thought, do you want to wake him to eat or?” The scraping of chairs behind you meant the others were sitting down for dinner . “Give minute to get him up, it shouldn’t take long.” Namjoon nodded and left towards the dining room. “Yoongi…” you poked at his cheek softly, waiting too see if anything came from it. After a moment he didn’t even budge, “you really do sleep like the dead Yoongi, dinner is ready we need to go eat.” Again no response, so you tried a different approach. You began to wiggle about under him, hoping your moving would jar him awake.

Instead his arms tightened around your waist and he pulled you closer, practically smothering himself between your breasts. You sighed, seeing he was not willing to wake up just yet. “Joonie?” You called over to the boys sitting around the table, all heads shooting up at the sound of your voice. “He won’t move. Could you bring me our dinner?” A few chuckles rose above the table as Namjoon easily grabbed both plates and brought them do you, placing them in your reach on the coffee table. “Eat up, you have a long walk in a few hours.” You thanked him softly and grabbed the plate, trying your best to not rest it on Yoongi’s head as you ate.

“I wonder if he can hear me eat…” you chewed softly on your food, watching him for any reactions as you swallowed. “I can hear you eat, just like i can hear your heartbeat.” You hasn’t expected to hear his voice and jumped a little, nearly hitting your plate on the top of his head. “You gotta eat Yoongi, we have a long walk later.” He got up slowly and you immediately missed his warmth. “We can eat then Take another nap if you want.” He settled up in a sitting position, grabbing his plate of food and draping the blanket over the both of you again.

“Another nap sounds nice, but We can save that for the cabin.” You nodded, shoveling another mouthful of food. “You know you can join us right.” Jimin had had a cheeky grin on his face when you both looked over. “Don’t wanna.” Was all Yoongi said, watching Jimin’s cheeky grin turn into a pout before turning back to his food. “You know you can join us…” you glanced over and watched him perk up, always one for extra affection.

Moments later the whole table was abandoned and all of you were sitting in the living room, watching a movie, eating dinner, and laughing. “You know I think Namjoon hyung’s scent is the most calming.” Jungkook had his eyes glued to the action movie on the screen but still managed to stay in tune with the conversation. “And what makes you think that Kook?” You chuckled as Namjoon’s cheeks seemed bright red as he asked. “We the Cotton scent is relaxing, it makes me think of my childhood and really it could lull me to sleep.”

“You Tae, And Jimin makes a fruit smoothie Gguk.” Laughter bubbles through the room and you watched Jimin And Jungkook make shy eye contact before looking over and Taehyung and laughing. “We really do, my scent is raspberry, Junkookie’s is banana and Tae’s is strawberry.” You we’re laying down again, yoongi’s head snuggled to your chest already as the conversation went on. “Throw y/n into the mix and it will smell like a tropical vacation.”

Your head shot up slightly at Jin’s words, it was true — your scent was coconut. “Oh my god what are we doing living in the forest then. Let’s move to an island.” Your voice was dramatic but it still got the reaction you hoped for, the others laughed the idea. “We could buy a vacation home…” all heads turned to hoseok at that. “I mean we could, we have enough money...more than enough really.” The conversation about scent steered towards actually getting a vacation house for a few moments before a soft snore left Yoongi’s lips.

“I think hyung finds y/n’s scent the most relaxing…” You felt a blush coat your cheeks at Jimin’s words, I mean he wasn’t necessarily wrong, Yoongi managed to pass out on you twice in the span of 3 hours. A disgruntled hmm of agreement left Yoongi and you all froze for a moment before bursting out into laughter. You felt the immense urge to kiss him senseless and Shook your head slightly. Now definitely wasn’t the time to get overly horny, they’d smell it easily.

Instead you busied yourself with Yoongi’s hair, combing your fingers through it with ease and smiling softly as soft purr like growls left his lips. Cat-eyes indeed, you just might be part cat instead of part wolf my love. You felt a bigger smile grace your features as you realized what nickname you wanted to uses other than cat-eyes. “Love, my love.” Your voice was barely audible but you know for a fact they all heard you say it. You didn’t care at all.

You always became more maternal right before your heats, which made sense. Your heats were meant for you to breed, create a little pup for you to carry and raise and love. So it was only natural your hormones ran wild and you felt rather protective. Your mind trailed a bit, eyes closing shut as you relaxed against the couch, the voices around you fading in and out as you thought about different things.

The next thing you know Yoongi was poking your cheek to wake you up. “We gotta go baby, the sun sets in an hour and a half.” You groaned, not wanting to get up just get, bit wanted to leave the comfort of the couch and warmth of the blankets. “Don’t wanna…” your eyes closed again, not willing to let reality come to you. “Baby we gotta go, Like now…” you shook your head and refused to move.

After a moment you heard a small huff before yoongi’s arms wrapped around you, moments later you were lifted off the couch and being carried toward yoongi’s room upstairs. “Yoongi!” Your eyes opened slowly now , looking at the man. “We gotta do whether you want to or not baby, so let’s go get out stuff.” You felt a giggle rise in your throat, finding it rather comical that he was the one having to drag you along when he was the one to fall asleep in the first place.

“How long does it take to get there again?” His feet padded across the hall, making soft thumps as he reached his room door. “About 40 minutes by foot, however if we run it, probably 25 to 30.” You let out a groan, head falling back dramatically as he dropped you onto his bed. “Remind me not to take a nap before we have to run somewhere, I’m going to pass out.” He laughed at that, grabbing both backpacks and slinging his over his shoulders.

“Noted, now come on get ready and grab your backpack, we’re working against time here y/n.” You got up, pushing your sleepiness asiden to get your shit together. “You need anything Yoongi? Got any kinks.” You wiggled your eyebrows at him, “you’re a mess.” His comment made you laugh, shoulders shaking as you went over to his dresser and searched for a hoodie. “Now a question for you is, do you need any toys.” The sarcasm in his voice was overpowering any seriousness he had in the question.

“They are already there, Jimin, Jin And I have a little dresser, we each get a drawer labeled with out names so we don’t get confused. If you wanna use any of them we can look when we get there.” Your voice feigned innocents as you finally found one of yoongi’s hoodies and slipped it over your head, smiling as it fell to your mid thigh. You turned around to look at him, his eyes were glued to yours, lust sparking in them and you tensed.

“Love save your little fantasy for when we get to the cabin.” Your cheeks heated at the word, had you from four days ago ever heard you call Yoongi love she probably would have killed over. “You’re going to be the death of me y/n.” You smiled at that, walking over and kissing his nose, pulling away before he could go for your lips. “Time to go…” bent down, slinging your back over your shoulder and dashing out of the room before he could protest with you.

“Leaving?” Jin’s voice greeted you by the time you reached the front door to put on your shoes. “Yup, only a little bit of daylight left and we wanna get there before the sun is fully set.” You slipped on one of your running shoes as you spoke, Jin’s head nodding, eyes watching you as you moved. “Don’t forget your key, and if you manage to lose it the spare is under the plant by the front door. And don’t break the bed while you’re there, I don’t want to track up there with a new one.”

You snorted as you slipped on your other shoe “no promises Jinnie.” He rolled his eyes, noticing Yoongi making his way over to the two of you. “Alright Yoongi, as your hyung I’m only going to say one thing.” A loud groan left yoongi’s lips and you began to laugh, “don’t break her for the love of god you know you won’t carry her all the way back if she’s too sore to move.” Both you and Yoongi froze at that, eyes widening and cheeks turning a bright red and you both begin scrambling to get out of the house.

All the while Jin was laughing, the familiar windshield wiper sound filling the entrance hall as Yoongi And Yoongi bolted out the front door. “Tell the others we said bye! We’ll be back in six days!” And with that the front door closed and you And Yoongi bolted for the tree line. Once you were on the familiar path you slowed. “Six days?” You nodded, eyes trialing about the trees as you walked. “Well my heats typically last five full days, so once that passes, we have a day to relax and make sure it is fully Gone, then we can head home that night.”

You loved the look of the trees around you, golden sunlight turning orange as it broke through the branches and leaves above you. “So do you really have a drawer of…” you nodded, glancing over at him to see he was looking right at you. “Yes I do, I mean when omegas go there without a mate, we typically use toys to fulfill our needs. Hands don’t do half of what those toys can And are more satisfying.” You felt normal talking about it, no sense of shame or embarrassment as you spoke.

“What kind of toys...are they?” You laughed now, “why you getting ideas?” He gave you an honest nod, “I want this to be enjoyable for the both of us so if you have toys you like I wanna use the on you.” You hasn’t expected his Honest reply to arouse You the way it did, but the waves of heat went straight to your core. “Fuck Yoongi don’t talk like that , we’re still a good 35 minutes away…” he shrugged at that, “y/n I’ve been hard since you told me you kept toys there.” You glanced down at his Pants, Noting the slight bulge. “Did you fuckin tuck it away so it wouldn’t be seen.” Heat flooded his cheeks as he nodded, stopping you in your tracks as you doubled over on laughter.

“You’re cruel…” you caught up to him, wiping the tears from your eyes as you apologized. “Now tell me about the toys damnit.” You sighed, stepping over one of the branches on the path before stalking. “Well there are a few vibrators, two of them are for outside use only and two are for inside use. Then there are a couple of well...ya know.” You couldn’t bring yourself to say the word but he seemed to know what you were saying. “Different sizes for when I get really desperate you know, stretch me nicely.” You Shit him a wink and he groaned as mental images seemed to flood his mind.

“And then some other shit that is for partner use only, handcuffs, blindfolds, rope. Kinky I know.” You chucked at that — Watching his face contort as the mental images seemed to become overwhelming. “You wanna move faster love? Or can you not make it to the cabin?” Your voice became low and sultry. “I…” you knew his answer before he could even get it out. “Please…” you smirked, mouth watering just at the thought.

“Drop your backpack, lean against the tree Yeah? Let me take care of you love…” you didn’t have to tell him twice, his backpack hit the dirt by the tree in seconds, his fingers hooking into the band of his sweatpants and pulling them down to his thighs. Hard length falling out as he sighed in relief. “Your tip looks irritated.” You didn’t care if you were blunt, instead you let saliva pool on your tongue before wrapping your lips around the sensitive and aching tip. Your tongue moved slowly, circling the whole tip before sucking. A guttural moan left the man above you, encouraging you to move more.

You relaxed your jaw a bit, taking more of his length in your mouth and sucking again, hollowing your cheeks before bobbing your head slowly. You’re hands came up to his length, one had pumping him while you focused on his tip while the other massaged his balls. You hadn’t Don’t that before, but read online once that it actually felt pretty good for the guy you were curious to see his reaction.

Much to your delight his hand came up to bury itself in your hair, a low growl leaving his lips as you continued to suck him off. “Fuck y/n… shit…” his chest was heaving, eyes glued to your face as his length disappeared and reappeared between your lips. He growled in satisfaction, the possessive side of him enjoying his cock stuffing your mouth full. The thoughts running through his mind only added to his pleasure.

“You close Love? You’re tense.” You watched his eyes squeeze shut as you sucked harshly on the tip. You would love to take your time but you were still far from the cabin, and racing against the setting sun. He nodded hands burying in your hair and you let your jaw fall slack, letting him thrust into your mouth with ease. His hips snapped into your mouth at a fast pace, your eyes watered as he hit the back of your throat, moments later his hips came to a stuttering stop, his release spilling down your throat.

You pulled back; swallowing his release and wiping the saliva from your chin. “Thank you baby.” You smiled, standing up and capturing his lips in a chaste kiss, “anytime love, now let’s getting moving.” You began walking again, leaving him to scramble to pull up his sweatpants and grab his bag. You looked back to see him struggling and laughed. However your laughter died quickly, the All too familiar scent of lemons reaching your nose as your head whipped around you. Looking for the source.

“Y/n something wrong?” You nodded, too shocked to get any words out. “Y/n?” You looked at Yoongi with wild eyes. “Jinyoung.” He froze , loud growl leaving his lips. “What?” Your hands began to shake a little, eyes still searching the trees for the man. “His scent Yoongi, its… lemon, it’s everywhere…” Yoongi’s nose seemed to twitch as he smelled, brows furrowing as he caught whiff of it.

“Let’s just start moving again, I’m here so like hell is he getting close to you.” You nodded, turning around to sprint up the path, feet moving skillfully as your eyes trailed through the trees as you moved, you knew Yoongi was behind you by the sound of his feet hitting the dirt, his pine scent begun to envelop you once more and the further you moved, the further Jinyoung’s scent faded.

Despite the ache in your legs you kept running, not slowing until the cabin finally came in sight. You had run for thirty minutes straight. “Holy…” Yoongi came to a skidding halt beside you, bending over in attempt to catch his breath. “Remind me, to work on my stamina when this is over.” You would have laughed had you not been struggling to catch your breath as well. After a few moments you both caught your breath, walking slowly towards the cabin.

“We really gotta train more.” You began laughing, despite everything you felt more at ease with the cabin right in front of you. “Let’s get settled in Yeah?” The wooden steps , the sun was finally reaching its destination , sinking below the horizon. You watched yoongi but the metal key into the slot, turning it with a bit of difficulty before the family click sounded, and just like that, you were in. “Lock the door.” Your hands shook as you dropped your bag on the floor and flopped onto the small couch.

The cabin consisted of three rooms. One main room which you were in now, it consisted of a living area and kitchen. A small couch and chair and a television on the right side once you entered the house, the kitchen fully stocked along with a dining area to the left . On the far end of the cabin was two doors, the one on the left lead to the master bedroom, a queen size bed inside with warm blankets and a dresser full of the toys you had mentioned earlier. And the door on the left lead to the master bathroom, to which you could also access from the bedroom. It was small, but livable and did the job it was intended for all while feeling homey.

“Are you Alright?” Concern laced Yoongi’s voice as he made sure the door was dead bolted, dropping his bag next to yours he sat down in front of you, the small coffee table creaking beneath him. He took your shaking hands in his own and squeezed them gently. “Look at me y/n.” His voice was soft, worry lacing them as you refused to meet his gaze, eyes seemingly glazed over as you stared off into the distance. “Baby, I’m right here, he won’t touch you. Please, talk to me, let me help you.” Still he received no response.

His scent enveloped you suddenly, pulling you from your daze as your body seemed to stop shaking all together. “Please, talk to me…” you finally met his gaze, concern for you evident in them. “I hate him.” Your expression was stoic as your repressed memories seemed to surfaces whenever you smelt his scent, despite the stoic expression, your words were laced with a dull venom. “I know you do, I hate the bastard to and I haven’t even seen him. So please talk to me.” You seemed to snap out of your daze fully, the hurt and concern in his tone grounding you to reality.

“His scent is lemon, suiting for the two faced bastard. He comes of as this clean cut, gentle man. But behind closed doors he’s cruel. I know I’ve told you some of this when i was still recovering but I didn’t go into as much detail as i should have.” His grip on your hands tightened and you let your head fall, you couldn't tell him everything — not to his face at least. “I’m going to tell you Yoongi, but I can’t say it to your face. It's too difficult to say to someone.” He nodded, standing up and pulling you up with him. “Tell me where you want me to be so you can tell me easily — that is if you want to tell me.” You closed your eyes, the sting of tears catching you off guard.

“I do want to tell you, so how about this, just sit on the couch, and I’ll tell you.” He kissed your forehead, hands brushing your cheek as he did as you asked. You walked to the other side of the coffee table, sitting down and facing the television, yoongi was to your back and with him out of sight, it felt easier to bring up your dark past. “I’ve told you a bit of my past yoongi, about Jinyoung and such. But I didn’t tell you everything, I left out the parts that my own mind decided to cut out.” You took a deep breath, thankful that Yoongi was listening.

“He was abusive, mentally and physically. He took me in when i was on the streets, abandoned by my mother for being a hybrid. My dad died when I was young, my mother was going to divorce him anyway because she didn’t know he was a hybrid when she married him. So once I was eighteen, the wolf side of me came to the surface. My mother was livid, disowned me and kicked me out. For a few weeks I wandered the streets of Busan, sleeping wherever i was able to find the shelter.” Your voice shook, taking a deep breath you continued on.

“It was night time, and I was close to a convenient store, I was searching the for enough money to at least buy myself a small meal. And that's when i met him, he could tell by my scent that I was a wolf, and an omega at that. And as uneducated as I was on hybrid culture at the time, I could sense his superiority, i could tell he was an alpha. He talked to me for a bit, sweet talking me, before inviting me to join the pack. Of course I accepted, I was starving and sick of living on the streets. And i was dumb enough to believe he cared.”

You paused, a humorless laugh leaving your lips before you spoke again. “It only took about a month for him to make the first move. Telling me I was gorgeous, the prettiest omega he had ever seen. A few weeks later he kissed me, asked me to be his, and since his cruel side hadn’t showed yet, I agreed. A few weeks passed again, and we kissed and talked and laughed often , I was practically attached to his hip. So it would only make sense that sex would follow soon after. And it did, every fucking night. At first i didn't mind it, he wasn’t bad in bed and hell it felt good. But then the mental abuse started.”

Your hands began to shake, you squeezed them shut, along with your eyes and willed yourself to keep going. “I would tell him I wasn’t in the mood, that I didn’t feel like sex right now because I was tired. And that's when he’d pressure me into it “oh come on Y/n don’t be a priss.” Or “you’re an omega, you’re made for sex, so don’t tell me no.” And the words would get to me, and then I’d just submit to him, let him use me. And fucking hell i didn't know any better yet, I still enjoyed it.” You hadn’t realized you were crying, but warm tears slid down your cheeks as you spoke.

“But that only lasted a few months, and then I began to stand my ground against him. That's when the physical abuse started. I’d deny him, he’d try to pressure me into it and again I’d deny him. That's when he’s slap me, or push me, grab me so tightly it left bruises on my skin, scratching me till it drew blood. Yet i never left him, still do fucking blind to realize how toxic it all was. Too afraid to lose the food and shelter I had been given, to fucking oblivious to how fake they all were. Every member of his pack, man and woman, just pretended to like me. None of them cared, i was just their leader’s new play thing.”

Rage bubbled in you as you spoke, you weren’t done yet, the horrors he inflicted upon you, there were still many you hadn’t said yet. “It was almost a full year of living with him before the events happened that caused me to wake the fuck up and leave. Or well run away. It began a few weeks before his rut — to which he had a few since i was with him. But he refused to have me as a partner when the were near, instead opting for one of the alpha girls in this pack. But I had heard him talking to one of his men that night, while he thought I was asleep. I remember this so clearly. He said: “i think I’ll use my pretty little bitch during my upcoming heat. Get her knocked up so I have an heir to my pack and she can’t leave. Then once i get what i want I’ll just kill her, or kick her back out to the streets.”

Silence fell over you for a few moments before you got the courage to speak again. “That’s when I begun to steal some of his money, every night for the next two weeks, I’d take money from his vault. He very rarely counted it, so It was easy for me to steal a hefty amount each night. Now let's fast forward to the week before his rut was to begin, I had enough money on me to last me at least a month, and that's when I overheard his little plan. He was set on wreaking havoc in Busan Yoongi. I had the intentions of turning his pack into a gang. Killing humans, killing the men and raping the woman, breed more hybrids and take over the city. Move on to the next and the next till hybrids were the superior race. That's when i booked it, I went back, grabbed clothes and the money i had taken and left.”

You wiped the tears from your eyes and leaned forewords, letting your head fall as you spoke again. “I bought a ticket with cash from Busan to Seoul, it was cash so it was untraceable. The only way he’d be able to find me was by scent, but I prayed that by the time he noticed I was gone, I’d be halfway to Seoul. And in fact, i think that is what happened. By the time i reached Seoul it was early morning , I think about five thirty in the morning by then. I bought myself food and a rented a hotel room for two nights and then moved from cheapest hotel to cheapest hotel. I thought I’d be free then Yoongi. I thought I’d be able to make a life for myself. But he found me a week later. That's when i booked it out of Seoul. I caught a cab to the furthest point he could take me. Which happened to be the village just outside the mountains where we are now.”

“That's where I actually met Namjoon. Not in the woods like I told you our Jin. I met him at the town’s inn, when the was coming back from a “business trip” we talked for a few hours, I spilled everything I just told you — to him. And he assured me with you guys I’d be safe. That was almost ten months ago now.” You sighed, a weight lifted off your shoulders as Yoongi knew your full story. You didn’t turn to face him yet, to scared to see his reaction. But a sniffle in the quiet room made you freeze. Eyes going wide as you whipped around to look at him. His face was buried in his hands and his shoulders were shaking slightly. “Y..yoongi?” You felt like you had been doused in ice water.

You watched him for a Moment, as he seemed to collect himself before looking up at you, tears still stained his cheeks, glassy eyes looking at you as if he was afraid you would break if he spoke. You stared at each other, speechless. “I’m sorry…” it was a natural response, regret almost flooding you for telling him so much. “Why are you sorry?” You shook your head, not willing to meet his eyes. “I’m sorry for lying down at the river, I’m sorry for lying to you this whole time.” This time Yoongi shook his head, standing up to make you look at him. “I’m the one that should be saying sorry y/n.”

You met his eyes now. Confused to why he was saying sorry. “And why is that?” He looked at you with sadness evident in his features. “I’m sorry cause I’ve been such a fucking dick to you for the last Almost ten months. You’ve gone through so much shit and here I am adding onto it…” you shook your head again, reaching up to brush away his stray tears. “Don’t be sorry, I was just as much of a dick to you as you were to me.” He laughed, but there was no humor behind it “that was your defense because i was the one that was a dick first.”

He wasn’t wrong, it was your defense, after being trampled on so many times, your defense was to be just as rude back, just as loud and opinionated as he could be. He was right. “Being a dick back was my natural defense, after being trampled on, abused, deemed pathetic, I wasn’t willing to let you walk all over me.” He couldn't meet your eyes and it broke your heart. “But listen to me Min Yoongi and listen well” the fierceness i your tone made his eyes shoot up. “I fucking love you with my whole heart, and if i didn't, if i thought you were anything like Jinyoung I would have never stayed in this pack. Don’t feel guilty love, because I love you more than anything. And i forgave you for the harsh words before you even finished saying them.”

You took his face in your hands and brought your lips to his, kissing him sweetly, his tears mixed with yours and turned the kiss a bit salty. His nose scrunched against yours at the taste and you laughed. “I love you.” His voice was timid, “I love you too.” You kissed him again before pulling away, “let’s get comfortable Yoongi, we shall be here awhile.” He nodded, grabbing both yours and his bag off the floor and following you into the bedroom.

“How about a bath?” You slipped your shoes off and threw them in the corner, moving to take off your shirt as well. “I’ll run it for us then, you get undressed.” He was being sweet, as if he wasn’t already, but there was something about how he was acting, as if he was suddenly scared you would shatter if he did so much as talk above a whisper. You stripped down to nothing, leaving all your clothes in a pile on the ground before heading into the bathroom.

It smelt like roses and lavender and you felt instantly relaxed, the warm steam of the hot water seemingly hugging your frame as Yoongi was taking off his clothes as well. “I guess you could tell it was ready.” You smiled, walking over to kiss his cheek softly before climbing into the tub. The hot water making you gasp softly as you fully submerged yourself into it. The bath salts and bubbles dancing around you , making your muscles relax.

“Does it feel good? You nodded, motioning for him to join you. “Sit behind me.” You scooted up in the tub, allowing Yoongi enough room to get in and get comfortable behind you. “C’mere.” You slid back, until you felt his skin come in contact with your own, any nerves you had from earlier fading like a bad dream as you focused on one thing and one thing only. “Yoongi?” A small hum sounded from behind you and you moved around in the water until you were sitting on your knees.

“You think it’s safe to fuck in here?” You motioned to the water around you, Not wanting to clean up the mess of it happened to overflow. “As long as we are careful we should be good…” you smirked, crashing your lips to his, enjoying the feeling of wet skin sliding against wet skin. You felt beyond safe in his arms, as if no one could ever touch you. And honestly you didn’t know if it was a good thing or bad thing .

Your night continued on in peace, hours later you and Yoongi were resting on the couch, dressed in warm clothes and blankets as a cheesy comedy played on on the screen. “Do you think it’s going to happen soon?” You nodded, head falling to the side as sleep tried to claim you for the night. “With my luck I’ll wake up to it.” You decided to give up and let your eyes shut. “Lets go to bed then y/n” you shook your head, already half asleep as he attempted to bargain with you. “Come on we gotta go to bed…” you shook your head again, pulling your blanket closer around you. For the second time that day, yoongi scooped you up in his arms, carrying you off to bed. “I’ll be in soon, I just want to finish that movie.” You nodded as he placed you on the soft plush of the mattress, cool sheets and warm blankets submerging you further into sleep, until everything went black and sleep hugged you like a long lost friend.

His back rested against the couch where you had once been, a content sigh taking over him knowing you were safe and warm in the room behind him. The movie on the television screen continued on but he wasn’t listening. Instead he was taking the time to finally take in everything you had told him earlier. For fuck sake he had been moved to tears listening to you. He felt selfish and guilty.

He had a pretty okay childhood, two hybrid parents that loved him. He grew up in Daegu, a relatively normal city with a tight knit community of hybrids. He grew up to accept himself for he was, sure he struggled from time to time, had his dark moments, but compared to you he felt privileged. “I’m so sorry y/n” his head hit the back of the couch and he dragged his hands over his face.

He shut the television off, flicked off the lights and made sure the door was still dead bolted before heading towards the bedroom, eyelids becoming heavy as his body ached for the soft bed.

He relaxed when he caught your scent, your body curled under the blankets as sleep made your face look peaceful. Maybe her scent really does lull me to sleep...he crawled into bed next to you, sling his arm around your waist as he took a deep inhale, your coconut scent greeting him like an old friend, as darkness came to embrace him.

You woke up feeling as if you were on fire, your insides burning and your muscles ached. “Oh for fuck sake…” you had been joking when you said you your heat would come while you were asleep, yet here you were. You shifted uncomfortably, the ache between your thighs becoming more prominent as slick gushed between your thighs. “Gross…” you found your phone, turning it over to see that it was 3:41 am. You groaned inwardly before chucking the thing to the other side of the room, it landed softly however due to it hitting your pile of clothes from earlier.

“Yoongi…” your voice came out gruff, your body felt like it was about to burst into flames. The heat felt the most intense where you would expect — between your thighs as well as lower abdomen and a bit round your breasts. You needed relief. Now. This time you hit him, not hard but enough that his eyes fluttered open in confusion. “It started didn't it?’ You nodded, the uncomfortable feeling making you kick off the sheets and inwardly flinching as again, you gushed. “Jesus I always forget how gross these feel at first.” Yes it was gross in the beginning, and you guess since your uncomfortableness right now meant it had just started no less than an hour ago.

Usually now would be when you would angrily grab a toy and pleasure yourself, usually that would ease the burning and calm it enough that you could at least fall asleep again. The beginning of your heat we’re just as anyone could guess — aggressive. You were pulled from your thoughts by Yoongi’s teeth grazing the shell of your year. “Let me help you baby.” You felt a shiver run through your body, despite the uncomfortable heat licking at your insides. “Please…”

He had you on your back in seconds, raising no time to peel off your now slick ruined shorts and underwear, Next came your shirt. “Beautiful…” his sleepy eyes took in your form, hips aching out of want. “Don’t tease me right now Yoongi…” he chuckled, lazily reaching up to pull his shirt over his head, followed by an awkward struggle to get his sweatpants and boxers off. He silenced your whiny complaints with a rough kiss, tongue poking its way into your mouth with ease as his hands massaged your aching breasts.

You gasped loudly, eyes squeezing shut as his fingers tweaked your left nipple. “Shit Yoongi...sensitive..” he smirked against your neck, lips having moved down to kiss along the Column of your neck. “Yoongi...I love you… but less foreplay, more…” he laughed into your skin, grabbing your hips and adjusting them. The moonlight poured in from the window next to your bed and he noted how wet you were. “Jesus they aren’t lying when they say it’s a lot.” You would have been embarrassed had you not been so desperate for him to just get in.

“Min fucking Yoongi, if you don’t get inside of me right now I swear...oh…” he entered you in a swift movement, a squelching noise the only thing to be heard after your gasp. “You seem to forget, I’m entering my rut soon baby, I can feel it, so be careful what you wish for.” Your mind became clouded with a mix of lust, pleasure and want. You barely registered what he said before moving your hips, rolling them up against his and moaning loudly.

You clenched around him, over and over again until finally he ceased his teasing and pulled back until only his tip was left inside. Grabbing both your thighs, He parted them even wider and gripped them tightly, using them as leverage for when he slammed himself back into you. Repeating the motion over and over again, eyes glued to your face as you had your mouth hung open, eyes lidded and fucked out from him barely doing anything. He found the right pace after a few moments, his cock slipping in and out of your glistening entrance with ease.

The only sounds filling the room being your moans, the slapping of skin, and squelching of your heat. “Fucking...ah shit…” you felt your first orgasm sneaking up on you, and despite Yoongi saying his Rut hadn’t begun yet, you thought otherwise. No way in hell was he going to finish anytime soon, and with your heat coming on full force, you were more sensitive than usual. This heighted the pleasure immensely, causing every little motion to send jolts of pleasure through your body.

“Shit, Yoongi, close...more…” greedy as ever, of course you wanted even more, your back arched as his hand came down to pinch your clit. The jolt of pain and pleasure making you see white for a moment. “A...again…” you gasped as he repeated the action, every few thrusts was met with a pinch to your clit, and before you could fully warn him, you came. “I..clo..shit….” Your back arched, eyes squeezing shut as your walls spasmed around his cock.

“Shit baby, I wanna feel that again...you’re so warm…” his thrusts never slowed, still going hard and slow, the tip of his cock brushing your sweet spot as he buried himself in you to the hilt. You squirmed beneath him, unable to move your hips to create friction. His large hands keeping your thighs spread apart and gripping them tightly so you were basically imobile. “Tell me what you want baby, I made you come once… you’ll have to beg me to come again.”

An annoyed growl left your lips as you struggled to love your hips, laughing slightly as you didn’t get anywhere. “Love please… I need you….” you didn’t even try to deny it this time, begging him would get you what you wanted. “How badly?” You couldn’t muster any words, slick gushing between your legs as you groaned. However the wide eyed look on yoongi’s face understood, hips moving again as your slick covered your thighs, his cock, and his hips.

You groaned, his slow pace making your toes curl as you were able to feel every bit of his length brush and stretch your walls. Your velvety soft walls gripping his hard length like a vice as you chased an orgasm you were nowhere near having yet. “Rougher, faster, please just satisfy me… I need more. No more teasing, it hurts…” tears welled in your eyes as your frustrations came to surface.

His face dropped to yours the second he saw tears swimming in your eyes, lips placing soft kisses all over your face as his hips picked up speed. “I’ll make you feel better baby, no more teasing I promise. His hand came down to rub circles on your clit, hips never ceasing their speed as he moved. “How many does it take till it caps down for a bit?” You choked in between moans, “t.three...usually…” you moaned loudly as he pinched your clit again, lips sucking the pressure points on your neck.

“S..sometimes...two…” your head fall back as a silent yell left your lips, your second release crashing down on you like a ton of bricks. “One more baby, or do you feel satisfied for now?” You shook your head, you still felt the aching burning feeling. “One more...should do it for now.” He nodded, hips picking up their pace again — this time you could tell he was close to his own release, his face contorted in Concentration has his hips snapped ruthlessly into your aching and needy cunt.

The bed creaked with each thrust, the mattress shaking slightly as his hips hammered into yours. “Your cunt is so greedy baby, sucking me in like it can’t get enough, so wet and hot, fuck…” you whimpered at his words, thighs quivering with the sheer force of each thrust. “God your gushing again baby, and you haven’t even cummed yet.” You squeezed your eyes shut , his words tumbling from his lips without thought. You groaned, as your felt your third orgasm coming, yoongi’s fingers glistening with your release as he rubbed your clit. Fingers gliding over the sensitive nub over and over until you came undone for a final time.

His name left your lips as if it was the only word you ever knew, you felt his hips stutter into yours before stilling all together. He groaned loudly, face burning itself in your neck as he filled you to the brim with his seed. “Fuck baby, you feel better now?” You nodded, hair plastered to your head due to sweat. As he pulled away you laughed, his hair was a mess as well. “Satisfied...for now.” He gave a tried chuckle, rolling over to lay beside you. As your breathing evened you noted how cold it was, the heat subsiding for now as the thin layer of sweat on your skin was exposed to the cool air of the room around you.

“Can you get me a towel? To lay underneath me? I might as well try and save the sheets till morning.” He nodded and wordlessly got up, disappearing into the bathroom only to reappear a few moments later. You lifted your hips wordlessly, allowing him to place the towel underneath you before crawling over you back to his side. “You’re dramatic.” You laughed as he flopped beside you. “Go to bed you brat.” You laughed again, rolling onto your side so you could poke his nose.

“Wait I have a question.” You nodded, eyes already beginning to feel heavy again. “I don’t have to clean up my release because of your heat right? That’s why it isn’t leaving you?” You nodded against the pillows, eyes fluttering shut as you spoke. “Heats And ruts Are meant to produce offspring. So my body becomes more accepting of the “foreign liquid” entering it.” You used air quotations and laughed to yourself.

“Okay, just wondering.” You nodded, sleep coming to embrace you like an old friend. “Good night love.” Your voice was lazy, and tired , but you felt a smile grace your lips as he spoke “good night baby.”

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kissingnamjoon · 6 years

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Broken Flowers - Part 2

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader, Ft. Min Yoongi

Genre: Angst

Words: 1593 omg what

Summary: You wondered if he cared for the last three years. You wondered if there was other girls besides the one he told you about. You wondered until it was the only thing that you brain thought about. Even in your sleep, if you were lucky enough to fall asleep long enough, all you saw was Taehyung. His hands all over her. The hands that used to hug you. The hands that used to wrap around your waist and comfort you. You saw his lips on hers. The lips that kissed you ever so softly yet filled with passion. The lips that trailed all over your body during a steamy night. You saw Taehyung with another girl, when he was only ever supposed to be yours.

A/N: PART 2 OF BROKEN FLOWERS ARE U GUYS READY, also whats going on between y/n and yoongi? what is taehyung going to do? stay tuned for more details ofdsgjrieo

Not a word had been spoken between you and Taehyung since that day. Of course, you really didn't want to speak to Taehyung. What was there to even say to him? Would he really even comprehend your words, yet alone how pain and sadness he had caused you? Did anybody even understand the feelings that were rushing through your veins, even 2 weeks after that day? If they couldn't understand it, they could sure see it. Your eyes didn't have that shining bright sparkle in them they once held, your frame now thin and weak, and the sunken circles under your eyes were enough to tell anybody you hadn't sleep decently lately. You wondered if Taehyung even cared about what he did. There was no calls, no texts from him. Although there was no reason for you to answer, you were still hoping to find a some sort of proof that he at least cared.

You wondered if he cared for the last three years. You wondered if there was other girls besides the one he told you about. You wondered until it was the only thing that you brain thought about. Even in your sleep, if you were lucky enough to fall asleep long enough, all you saw was Taehyung. His hands all over her. The hands that used to hug you. The hands that used to wrap around your waist and comfort you. You saw his lips on hers. The lips that kissed your ever so softly yet filled with passion. The lips that trailed all over your body during a steamy night. You saw Taehyung with another girl, when he was only ever supposed to be yours.

Numb.

You were completely and utterly numb. Nothing interested you. You had no appetite, you had no desire to sleep. No desire for anything. Even with the rest of the BTS members calling you and texting you, you had no energy left inside of you to even answer them.

But of course, the first time you checked your phone in almost a week, you saw it. Twitter was blowing up with the news that Taehyung had been unfaithful to you, his loving girlfriend of 3 years. As you scrolled through Twitter, you saw news outlets, gossip websites, fans, and even a few other idols commenting on the devastating news. Although most of the comments were asking Taehyung why the hell he would do that, and what was going through his mind, and other comments were showing you support, you still hated all the attention on you. You hated that now everybody knew Taehyung went somewhere else to find love, attention, or whatever it was he was looking for. You hated that now everybody knew you were wondering why you weren't good enough for him. You hated how everybody now knew that 3 years meant absolutely nothing to Taehyung, and he was willing to throw it away in a second. And in an instant, all over your social media was gone. You deleted it. You deleted everything. You didn't want to see it. Why couldn't everyone just leave it alone? Why couldn't they just leave YOU alone? You didn't need to be reminded of what happened just a few weeks ago, you didn't need to be reminded of the event that made you feel everything, yet nothing all at once.

News about you dissapearing off of the internet must have spread quickly, because you awoke a few hours later to the sound of your cell phone ringing. You rubbed your eyes as you sat up, grabbing your phone and seeing Yoongi's picture pop up on it. Suddenly your heart started racing. Why was Yoongi calling you? You hadn't spoken to him since that day either. You weren't really sure why Yoongi calling made you nervous, or made your heart skip a beat. Sure, you were well aware of the fact that he didn't like you while you were dating Taehyung, but he was never extremely rude to you either, he just preferred to keep his distance. The most kindness he had ever showed to you in fact, was just two weeks ago, when he was comforting you in the bathroom.

You must have gotten to wrapped up in your thoughts, because suddenly a notification popped up from Yoongi and your phone was no longer ringing.

Yoongi 6:27 PM

: please call me back. or text me. I really want to talk to you.

Taking a deep breath in, you decided to text him back.

hi yoongi, sorry I missed your call. I was sleeping. Whats up?

Yoongi 6:29 PM:

Are you okay?

His directness surprised you. You were confused, why was he asking you this?

Yeah, I'm fine. Why....?

Yoong 6:30 PM:

Because of whats going on Twitter. I saw you deleted your account.

You weren't sure what to respond. You questioned internally why suddenly Yoongi cared so much. Maybe he was trying to get information out of you to tell Taehyung. But the more you thought about it, you knew Yoongi wouldn't do that. He doesn't like to be involved in other peoples business. After a few minutes of you not responding, Yoongi decided to text again.

Yoongi 6:36 PM:

Listen. You don't have to talk about it but I know you're probably not okay right now. Do you want to come over to the dorms? He is not here, he's actually out of town while were on break for a few days.

You thanked Yoongi internally for not using Taehyungs name. Even though you knew who he was talking about, it still hurt seeing his name. You also cracked a slight smile at Yoongi's bluntness and slight awkwardness. The first smile you've cracked in over 2 weeks, and you didn't even realize it yourself.

I don't know Yoongi... I don't really look the best right now and I honestly don't even know if my car has enough gas to make it all the way to the dorms...

Yoongi 6:39 PM:

Please? I'll pick you up. Seokjin-ah is cooking a bunch of food for everyone and we'd really like it if you were here. We want to make sure you're okay.

You're not really sure what came over you, but the thought of being around your favorite group of boys and eating Seokjin's food made you feel a little bit lighter.

Okay Yoongi. I'll come over. I can be read in an hour.

Yoongi 6:42 PM:

Okay sounds great. I'll be there.

An hour and half later, 6 of the BTS members and you were sitting around the dinner table at the dorm. Namjoon eyed Yoongi suspiscisiouly as he pushed Jungkook out of the way just to sit next to you. "Wow, Yoongi hyung, I didn't know you were so fond of Y/N." You giggled as everyone started eating, ignoring the way Yoongi blushed and mumbled something incoherently under his breath. The 7 of you sat and talked for a good while, and none of them brought up the cheating incident even once, which you were thankful for because all of the delicious food and endless banter made you forget about it for the first time in 2 weeks. Eventually, Namjoon suggested watching a movie as the night was still pretty young. You agreed and ended up helping Jin make some popcorn and drinks, despite all the food everyone had just consumed. As you and Jin walked into the living room where the rest of the boys were, Seokjin sat down next to Namjoon, and you realized all the other spaces were already taken, except the one next to Yoongi. You shyly walked over and stood before him. "Yoongi, is it okay if I sit here?" You asked, the glow of Namjoon turning the television on lighting up your face, and in Yoongi's eyes, even though you looked tired and you had minimal makeup on, you looked like an angel. Yoongi gulped and nodded, "Of course, here." He scooted over to make some more room for you. You had no idea Taehyung would come home early to the dorms tonight.

And Taehyung had no idea when he came home, he would see you snuggled up to Yoongi, you two asleep under the same blanket.

It was about two hours after the movie had started, Jungkook and Hoseok had lost interest and was goofing around, Jimin and Seokjin were half asleep, and Namjoon was the only one left actually watching the movie. You and Yoongi were sharing a blanket, with his arm loosely around you as your body sunk into his side, the warm material of his soft sweater against your face bringing you some kind of comfort. And it was probably a good thing that you were a heavy sleeper, because you never heard Taehyung come in.

"Guys! I'm home!" Taehyung's booming voice seeped through the air of the dorm, awakening Seokjin and Jimin, as an internal panic set deep inside of Namjoon arose, looking over at you and Yoongi. Even if it was innocent, Namjoon knew Taehyung, and he knew if he saw you and Yoongi right now he would create an even bigger mess than he originally did. Everyone, besides you and Yoongi, straightened up as Taehyung stepped into the living room.

He almost stopped dead in his tracks as fast as he came into the room. His eyes landed on you and Yoongi before anyone else.

"Yoongi-sshi, why are you touching Y/N like that?"And in a second, Taehyung felt a fraction of what you felt, picturing him with another female.

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crispykingchan · 5 years

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Soul Among the Stars |Jungkook X Reader (part 1...?)

Hey so I started this fan fic a long time ago! Right after their first BBMA’s and I found it again and really liked it and I don’t know if I should continue it... would anyone be interested in reading more of this?? Any and all feedback is appreciated! <3

Italicized means spoken in Korean

Jungkook was always desperate to fall in love, he was so desperate in fact he even faked loving people hoping eventually he could fool himself into loving them, but it never happened. He just wanted someone to talk to, someone to hold and kiss, someone he could spoil with gifts and laugh with, but maybe he was just destined to never fall in love.

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Y/N was getting ready, I mean it wasn't every day you got to host the BBMA’s! You were an internationally famous singer and instead of being nominated for any of the awards, you had been asked to present it. You were very excited, but wait it gets better! Your favorite band would be there for the first time; the Kpop group BTS.

You had lived in Seoul for the first 10 years of your life before moving to America, because of this you were fluent in Korean and were excited to talk to the boys in their tongue.

Your stylist had just finished doing your hair and you looked in the mirror, your dress was beautiful and flattered your figure. You had to go slightly earlier to the Magenta Carpet because you were hosting, but you didn't mind, if you didn't do something you feared the butterflies in your stomach would consume you. You get in your limo and driving past you already see fans lining up, hoping to see their idols. You see a sign from one of your fans, you giggled and nearly blushed, no matter how long you had been a singer seeing fans was always the most surreal experience ever. You see lots of signs but one catches your eye;

“Kim Namjoon

Kim Seokjin

Min Yoongi

Jung Hoseok

Park Jimin

Kim Taehyung

Jeon Jungkook”

With hearts all around it. Then it's struck you, you would actually be meeting them later. You nearly squealed, but then got nervous would you remember Korean when you saw them? What if you got nervous and forgot everything? You decided to go through a conversation in your head in Korean.

As nervous as you were the boys were worse, they had recently got informed that they would be interviewed by you. They had been fans of yours for the longest whenever they were driving anywhere it's your songs that would be blasting through the radio. Jin was freaking out because he couldn't find his tie, Tae was wearing one shoe looking frantically for the others, Jungkook was reciting the English alphabet and Jimin was in the bathroom fixing his hair. The stylist Noonas were chasing them trying to calm them down and get them ready for the Magenta Carpet.

You had finally arrived at the entrance where you saw your co-hosts Vanessa Hudgens and Ludacris, Vanessa saw you a huge grin on her face before hugging you. You hugged her back and then inspected each other's dresses, “You look so good!” Vanessa said excitedly, you thanked her before complimenting her. You guys talk until it's minutes away from the beginning of the Magenta Carpet event.

The event was pretty uneventful (hah) until you saw BTS walking up the carpet. At least you didn't have butterflies anymore, you now had a herd of wild elephants rampaging in your stomach. You swallowed the saliva that had built up as you waved at them with a practiced smile. They walked towards you after getting their pictures taken. They must've been informed of your interview. The camera crew told you that you had a minute before you went live so you decided to introduce yourself, “Hi, I’m Y/N it's great to meet you guys! I'm a big fan of you guys,”

Namjoon nodded before quickly translating for the boys, “Y/N says she is a fan of ours!” They looked surprised, “Tell her we’re big fans of her too!” Taehyung said excitedly. You tried to hide a smile, you could understand exactly what they were saying but decided to keep it a surprise for the interview. “We are huge fans of yours as well,” Namjoon translated, you smile, “I'm honored!”

“30 seconds till we're live,” the crewman says. You nod in acknowledgment. You get the mic and they stand facing the camera. The cameraman puts his hand up counting down on his fingers. “Hello everyone, I'm here today with the amazing, history makers; BTS!!”

Namjoon says, “Hello we are BTS,” you ask them questions, Namjoon translates flawlessly but finally your time has come, “Ok last question before we go,” They all nod, “So, far how are you guys liking your time here in America?” They all looked shocked that you spoke in Korean, you chuckle. “Let me quickly translate what I said, I asked about their time here in America, but I asked it in Korean,” J-Hope looks at you before saying, “So you can speak Korean? Did you understand us the whole time?” You nod,

“Yes, I could understand you the whole time!” They look at each other shocked again. You turn to the camera, “They are surprised that I can speak Korean, but anyway that's all the time we have for now. But look forward to more BTS on the Magenta Carpet, see you soon.” You finish and continue smiling at the camera until he says that we aren't live. You breathed a sigh of relief, “I hate interviews they make me so bored, but that was really fun! I'm glad I got to interview you guys,” They smile at you,

“We didn't know you could speak Korean?” J-Hope says excitedly, you grin at him and shrug your shoulders, “I don't have to be on the Magenta Carpet anymore so you guys wanna go in together? I wanna talk to you guys a little more, if that's ok with you guys?” They all nod and you walk in together, the actual show only starts in an hour so you could sit with them until you had to go present.

You guys got along really well and you were a bit sad when you were told that you had to get ready for the start of the show. You waved, “See you guys after the show! You guys are coming to the after party, right?” They look a bit unsure, “Don't worry guys, you don't have to talk anyone and if someone starts talking RM and I can translate!” That seems to ease them a little, someone taps your shoulder, “20 minutes till show starts!” You nod and take the mic from his hand.

“Bye guys see you after!” You say as you leave to get into position, you stand next to Vanessa and then the show starts.

The show went wonderfully and went by really quick before you could blink it was over. The after party had begun, but you were changing your long dress to a dress better fit for dancing. You quickly finished and went to the venue, when you got there you craned your neck looking for the boys. You saw them talking to the Chainsmokers, they seemed happy. You were about to walk over to them when you saw Nicki Minaj. She turned to look at you and a smile appeared on her face you rushed over to her and hugged her. You briefly talked about the night, but you quickly excused yourself to go talk to the boys. “Hi guys!” They turn to look at you and smile. You smile back, excited you could talk to them again. “Y/N!” Taehyung exclaims happily. Suga even spares a smile. “Are you guys enjoying the party?” They nod their heads, “We have gotten to meet so many people we admire, people we look up to and they actually know who we are and want to talk to us and congratulate us, it's an amazing experience,” Namjoon says.

“I usually don't enjoy these after parties but this one seems like it's gonna be fun, I mean I get to talk to you guys!” You exclaim.

The party seems to go by very quickly and before you knew it it was 1 am. The boys had all gone to the bathroom except Jungkook who had stayed behind as he “didn't need the bathroom”. You didn't mind his company, even if he was a bit quiet. “Jungkook oppa why are you so shy? You can talk to me, I don't bite,” You grin at him, he smiles a bit,

“You have been my idol for years and to do everything you did so young! You were why I auditioned, you aided my decision to pursue a career in music. So of course I'm a little shy,” he doesn't make eye contact, you are shocked. Really? He had done this because of you? You felt yourself blush a little, “Oppa, for the past year and a half, you had been my biggest inspiration!” He glances at you his expression unreadable, “I was amazed at all BTS had managed to accomplish and you the maknae were doing just as well as your hyungs!” You looked at him and saw that he was staring at you his mouth open slightly, before he closed it and you both chuckled.

You spent the rest of the party talking and joking with Jungkook. He was really easy to get along with and when you both went home at the end of the party you felt yourself missing him. You face planted on your bed and soon as you got home. You sighed getting this dress and makeup off would be so much work. You may as well start you open your purse and see a piece of paper; it had someone's number on it. You giggled, “ Your favorite Golden Maknae” you added the contact to your phone and would message him in the morning. You took off your makeup, undid your hair and had a shower. The hot water helped relive some of your tiredness. As you thought back on the night you mind automatically went to Jungkook. You blushed, you had barely known him a few hours but you already felt a connection, but you couldn't be sure exactly what that meant. You wrapped the towel around you and put on your sleepwear before climbing into bed, all of the nights activities catching up to you as you fell asleep.

The next morning you awoke with the sun glaring into your eyes, you sat up and said, “Fuck you sun,” glaring at the light peaking through your curtain. You sit up and stretch you arms above your head, you look at your clock; 9:14. You get you phone clicking on Jungkooks contact, cleverly named Jungkook. You send him a message just saying that it's you. With minutes he responds, you hadn't even finished brushing your teeth. You look at the message, ‘Hello! How are you? Are you free any time soon? Maybe we could meet up soon?’

You respond with; ‘Of course I have the whole day off! I just finished a tour so I have a week or two off!’

He responds quickly, ‘Ok, I have a couple interviews today but tomorrow we can meet for coffee in the morning?’ You smile, he wasn't from here so you thought of all the coffee shops you liked. ‘How about we go to this café my friend owns?’

‘That would be nice!’

‘What room are you staying in?’

‘It's room 215 on the 10th floor’ You smile he was two floors below you.

‘Ok I will meet you there at 8?’

‘It's a date! 😉’ you blushed, without realizing that Jungkook was blushing twice as hard, he couldn't believe he had said that! Would you not want to go to coffee with him now? Would it be awkward? Would….

‘See you on our date then 😉’ You blushed saying that and his blush however bad it was before was 10 times worse. You suddenly realized what this meant, you were going on a date with Jungkook! You squealed into your pillow, Jungkook mirroring you two floors below (more manly of course but he still squealed). Since you had the day off you did various tasks around the house and made breakfast. After you had eaten all the breakfast you decided to play a bit of Overwatch.

You didn't last long, people in competitive were irritating you so you decided to watch some tv. You checked your social media and decided to tweet some things before going onto your private Tumblr, it was what you used when you wanted to shitpost or fangirl. You checked and everyone was talking about BTS and the BBMAs, your name was sprinkled around, but there was one post that caught your attention;

“Jungkook and Y/N???

Ok but Jungkook and Y/N need to date! They would be so cute together and they totally had chemistry during the BBMAs!!!!”

You chuckled but saw that it had a ton of notes. You searched for Jungkook X Y/N and saw many results apparently you and Jungkook had become an extremely popular ship, but not only you and Jungkook, but you and Taehyung, you and Rap Monster and you and Yoongi were also really popular ships! You knew that shipping was a thing but never thought about your ships, you curiously clicked on a fan fiction link, an angst fanfic with you and Jungkook.

After about ten minutes you were completely invested in this story, and when Jungkook cheated on you, you almost actually phoned him before remembering it was a story. You calmed down a bit before continuing. It's was only five minutes later and you were in a tears, you clicked the next chapter button and saw that they hadn't posted the next chapter! You slam you hand on the table, “What? What the heck? How could they just end it there? They must like to see readers in pain!” You groan loudly and dive onto you bed, you pick you phone next to the bed and decide to quickly tweet the picture you took with BTS yesterday. Comments quickly flooded in, there were the nice ones hoping for a collab (now that people knew you spoke Korean it didn't seem too far-fetched) and then there was the hate, people saying that you were not pretty enough or good enough to hang out with BTS, but after being in the music business for 6 years you had developed a tough skin. It was hard when you first started out because you were only 13 when you came into the music industry and some how had managed to stay relevant until now. You checked your phone, it was 6pm?! Time had really flown by you didn't know you had been on your laptop that long. You had a text from an Unknown number, you opened your phone and read the message, “Hi! 😝 This is Taehyung! I stole Jungkooks phone and got your number!” You smiled, you quickly saved his contact as TaeTae🐶 and decided to quickly change Jungkooks contact to Kookie🍪. You responded to Taehyung’s message, “Hey Tae-Oppa(Can I call you Tae?)” His response was quick, “You can call me Tae if I can call you N/N” Tae’s nickname was very cute, so you had to let him call you that, “Of course Tae-Oppa😉”. He took a while to respond, “Yay! Talk later N/N! (Bout to do an interview 😫)” You giggles Tae was adorable, but little did you know Jungkook was thinking anything but. He didn’t know Taehyung had taken his phone and gotten your number until he noticed him staring at his phone and smiling “Who you talking to Hyung?” Jungkook questioned. Taehyung beamed, “Y/N of courseeee”

“What!? How’d you get her number?”

“I just borrowed your phone I hope you don’t mind Jungkookieee” Taehyung then stood up and casually walked out the room, Jungkook felt jealous rear its ugly head, but… why? Sure you guys were going on a coffee “date” but was it really a date? Or were you just saying that to be polite… these thoughts raced through his head. Guess he’d have to wait and see.

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chicksung · 6 years

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Red and White Roses- PJM Hanahaki Disease AU Chapter 2

Genre: Hanahaki AU, a little bit of fluff and quite a bit of angst

Pairing: Hanahaki Park Jimin x Hanahaki Reader

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety. depictions of blood and gore, throwing up flowers and panic attacks

Word Count: 4,011words, 21,753 characters

Post Date: 10/02/19

Summary: Everything in your life is spiraling out of control, your parents are getting divorced, 2 of your younger siblings are moving in with your father, you have to find an apartment and continue your English major at college and panic attacks are becoming a frequent thing. But what the cherry on top of your anxiety built cake? The name engraved on your right hand and the flowers growing in your stomach.

A/N: Hey there, here’s chapter 2 of RAWR. I really enjoy writing this so let me know what you wanna see in the future. <3

Chapter One II Chapter Two II Chapter Three II Chapter Four

Previously, in Red and White Roses:

‘He smiled and rushed over to you, pulling you into a friendly hug. You felt the tips of your ears and your cheeks flush pink at the very least. When he pulled away, he took your suitcase and gave you his sweet eye smile. The first time he spoke these words was the first time you felt the slight itch in your right hand. “Welcome back, Y/N.”’

The drive back to campus was quiet, with the occasional hum of a tune coming from Jimin. After three minutes of the unbearable silence, you reached into your backpack and pulled out your phone and earphones. You placed the small buds into your ears, unlocking your phone, searching your library of music and selecting the song that calms you the most. With the thoughts of what had happened a few weeks ago still plaguing your thoughts, you sighed deeply at the calming tune and vocals and stared out the rain splattered window. Jimin looked at you, unbeknownst to you and studied you for a few seconds before turning his gaze back to the road. The calming voices swimming in your ears made your eyes feel heavy and your body suddenly felt as if a tonne of bricks had been placed on top of it. You slowly closed your eyes, pressing your head against the window, letting the soft voices lull you into a deep and peaceful sleep, making up for the 2-4 hours you had been getting for the past few weeks.

XXX

You are woken by your shoulders being shook lightly. You lazily open your eyes to be greeted by Jimin’s round and soft looking face. You sit upright, pausing your music, shutting off your phone, tugging out your earphones and frantically shoving them into the front pocket of your backpack. You unbuckled your seat belt and got out of the small silver car, grabbing your backpack as you stepped out. Jimin stood there, chuckling lightly, your suitcase in his hands. You felt an unfamiliar sensation on your right hand but ignored it and grabbed the suitcase from him. You were now in the parking lot behind your dorm building, where a few cars were dotted around but not many. You fumbled for your keycard, scanning it and letting you both inside. You dropped your backpack and suitcase at the foot of your bed, flopping onto it when the weight from your shoulders were lifted, a familiar warmth flooding your body. You realized how much you missed being in your dorm, the light cream color of the walls, the dark blue duvet with yellow stars covering it you brought from home, the soft light pink bear your friend, Hoseok, bought for you. You felt a poke at your shoulder followed by a warm and soft voice of your dorm mate, Jimin.

“Jimin-ah, leave a girl to sleep, will you?” You grumbled, turning over and hugging the bear close to your chest. He giggled again, and turned you back over.

“Not at all. Come on, you said you had to tell me something last night.” You internally face palmed yourself, remembering you had originally planned to confess, but a more important matter filled your thoughts.

“O-oh, yeah. You see, the thing is, once we’ve finished this semester, my parents want me to move into an apartment. I don’t understand why but they said they would pay rent for me at least for the first 6 months until I find a more stable job. I just wanted to see if...you would be willing to share the apartment with me, you know how much I hate being alone, let alone living alone?” You pretty much whispered the last part, but Jimin heard and nodded his head. You began to smile when you felt the same sensation from the train station and the parking lot. You were too distracted looking at Jimin to bother looking down at your hand. You turned to the clock. It being 10:17pm, you were extremely tired and almost were unable to focus on a single raindrop on the window in the small walkway that separated yours and Jimin’s bed. You slowly stumbled to the shower, running the water and beginning to undress. You finally look down at your hand and are completely shocked to what your eyes pick up on. A name, etched into your hand. You had heard about this before, how most people had soulmates, however there were people (like both your parents) who didn’t have one and were able to love without boundaries. Normally, this wouldn’t affect you, except the name that was written on your hand was in a handwriting similar to your own and a name you knew too well. Park Jimin. The other thing that worried you was the color, normally the colors the names were in were about how deeply you care about them and how likely you were going to end up with them. Your color, red. The color of love and passion, yet also the same color as the crackling fire in your emotions. No matter how many times you had denied your feelings and tried to put out the fire, the fire would instantly reignite. However, this also meant you were very unlikely to ‘get over’ this person if they rejected your feelings. You shook the creeping feeling of anxiety from your head and continued to undress, entering the shower 30 seconds later. The warm water hit your skin like soft flower petals, washing away any scary or unhappy thoughts from your head. You came out of the shower, throwing on the light pink oversized T-shirt and powder blue shorts that you wore as pajamas. You walked out into your room, where you see Jimin, sitting on his phone, scrolling on some form of social media, making you giggle to yourself. “Nothing has changed since I left for Winter Break.” You thought to yourself as you somewhat waddled your side of the room, flipping back the covers and diving inside. The warmth from your blankets were some sort of comfort for you, always had been, considering you were studying under one of the most difficult majors in the university as a native Korean speaker. You felt a heavy sweep of tiredness flood throughout your body, weighing down your eyelids and letting you slip into a deep and dreamless state.

You woke up with a slight annoyance in your mood, how dare the sun disturb you from your slumber. You mumbled a few curse words before getting out of your warm bed, the cold air hitting your bare skin, making you mumble more curse words. You headed towards the bathroom and took a quick, warm shower (which honestly almost made you fall asleep in the shower) and changing into grey jeans, a striped sweater and a black beanie. You had no desire to go out today, but you knew you had to find a job, and the key part of getting a job is getting out of your dorm room. Thinking of how quiet the dorm was, you realized that your dorm mate was nowhere to be found, when you saw a bowl of still warm oatmeal and a note placed beside it.

“Y/N,

I’ve left early, and I didn’t want you to worry, nor get hungry so I sneaked you some food from the cafeteria, also, my friend, Yoongi, is looking for some employees to work at his small music shop down the street. I think you would be a perfect fit. Yoongi is pretty laid back and chill so I think you and him will get along just fine. His shop is next to the cafe we always go to after class, hope to see you working there soon.

~ Jimin”

You almost choked on your oatmeal when he had pretty much found you a job already. You finished up as quick as you could, fumbled around your desk to find a copy of your resume. You eventually stumble across it, underneath a few English Language workbooks. You picked up your backpack, phone and earphones and headed out the door (thankfully remembering your key card). You walked down the almost silent and deserted street, considering it was still pretty early, and there weren’t many students back from Winter break, as there was still 3 more days left. You smelt the familiar smell of a mocha fill your nose as you realized you were passing the cafe Jimin mentioned in his note, and, low and behold, there was the small music shop next to it. An equally tired man with deep red hair was just unlocking the door to which you presumed was his shop. You quickly walked up to him, hoping you weren’t bothering him.

“Excuse me sir, are you Yoongi?” You asked politely, clutching your resume to your chest. The man stared at you for a second, although you could practically feel his eye tear holes into your soul.

“Depends who’s asking.” He replied in an almost monotone voice. He pushed the door open and walked inside, you not too far behind him.

“I’m a friend of Jimin’s. He suggested this job to me, saying I would be a perfect fi-” You were cut off by Yoongi’s voice, but instead his voice filled with something you could only describe as joy.

“Say no more, I take it that you’re Lee Y/N?” He said, leaning against the counter in the small shop, covered wall to wall in different posters and record covers. “I’m Min Yoongi, owner of this store. I talked to Jimin last night, he talked about how you were looking for a job, something a little more stable than a waitress.” He held out his hand to you as he spoke, his dark eyes, which you swore were soulless when you first looked at him, were now warm and inviting. You smiled at his words, knowing that when he brought up your work problem that you knew he was telling the truth. Only Jimin knew that you had been a waitress, only he knew that you didn’t work at the quaint cafe next to the very music shop you stood in at this moment in time, only he knew why you came home one night and began bawling your eyes out, only he knew about the sexual harassment your manager put you through. A small smile crept across Yoongi’s face as he went behind the counter and pulled out an ID card from a drawer. You were somewhat surprised that he had been able to produce with little notice. You took the lanyard in your hands, flipping it through your fingers and looking back at Yoongi. It had your birthday, your name, your hometown and series of number which you assumed was your ID number, however there was a vital piece missing from the card, your photo. Yoongi realized your confused gaze and was pulling out a camera.

“Would you mind if I took your photo, for professional purposes?” Yoongi asked, pulling out a cord while typing and opening a file on the computer next to the cash register. You smiled, nodding once before walking towards him.

XXX

A couple hours had gone by, you had an updated ID card which gave you access to the backroom, storage and the break room, you had made anew friend, who was also your boss, you had Jimin drop by and who was somewhat stunned that you had taken up his suggestion and smiled when you enthusiastically showed him your lanyard which was attached to your ID. You were currently by the records, flicking through them and categorizing them in alphabetical order when the door opened to see a posh looking girl, holding what looked like a Gucci bag and sporting a tight top and jeans, pulling them off spectacularly. She, however, was also sporting a bitchy look, which made you somewhat nervous and a wave of anxiety washed over your previously happy demeanor. You swallowed hard and worked up a smile before turning to her.

“Hello, can I help you at all?” You asked politely, brushing a lock of your hair behind your ear. The girl looked you up and down with a somewhat disgusted look, before shifting her center of gravity from her left leg to her right.

“Yes, I guess you can. I’m looking for Yoongi, is he here?” She pretty much spat at you, looking at you ask if you were some sort of peasant. You were taken aback by her tone of voice but brushed it off as an accent (even though you knew damn well it wasn’t an accent).

“Oh sure, he’s in the back, whom shall I say is calling?” You say sweetly, your fingers toying on the edge of your sweater nervously. She tutted impatiently and reached for what at first seemed your arm, making you step as a reflex, before she reached for your ID card. Her sudden movements scared you before you dashed off to the backroom and scanned your ID, scrambling inside the room and shutting her out. You could hear her what you could only describe as clawing at the door. You took a few seconds to slow your heart and breathing before turning around, meeting a somewhat surprised Yoongi. You widened your eyes in surprise, meeting his eyes.

“Y/N, are you okay?” He asked, taking a slow step forward as to not scare you more. You thought about nodding your head but you just kept still, your shaky breathing was the only thing that could be heard. He placed a hand on your shoulder gently, looking into your eyes warmly. You took a deep breathe and explained everything to him. He just listened, not interrupting or moving from his position.

“What did she look like?” He asked, removing his hand from your shoulder, his gaze fixated on the door. You explained her appearance and you knew by the annoyed and somewhat disgusted look on Yoongi’s face that she wasn’t exactly his favorite person. He took you by the wrist and opened the door, being faced by the girl, who’s face turned up into an annoyingly wide smile.

“Oppa, you’re here! I just thought I would drop by to say hello and-” Yoongi cut her off and even though his back was to you, you knew his eyes were cold and uninterested.

“-and disrespecting my employees while you were at it. I thought I told you that I didn’t want to see you again, Krystal.” He blurted out, the coldness in his voice even sent chills down your spine. Her mouth opened slightly in shock, but she covered it up by smiling again.

“I thought you had a little bit too much soju that night, so since you’ve been sober for a few weeks now, I thought you’d want to see me.” She exaggerated her words by bouncing on her toes. Yoongi rolled his eyes, letting go of your wrist to rub his temples in frustration. The girl apparently named Krystal moved her hand up to touch him, but he swatted it away coldly, earning a surprised sound to come from her.

“One, I had not been drinking that night and I meant every word I said that night and two, that does not excuse you from disrespecting my employees. She is so much better than you are, sweet, smart, kind.” He emphasized on the last word, making her mouth hang open. She had tears in her eyes but when she looked at you, a burning hatred was visible in them.

“But oppa, she was being rude and disrespectful to me, she called me a money whore and a slut.” She fake cried to Yoongi, sending a smug smirk your way. Yoongi let out a long sigh, knowing that tone in her voice.

“Krystal, leave before I call the police again, I could hear everything from the back room. Now, go!” He demanded, rubbing his temples, pointing towards the door with his free hand. Krystal scoffed, shooting you a cold look before stomping her way out of the store. Yoongi let out another sigh, turning to you with soft eyes. “I’m sorry about Krystal, she’s been harassing me for a while. She’s my...ex. She can’t seem to wrap the idea that we’re not together around her head. I just didn’t know how desperate she was.” He apologized, looking down at the floor. You chuckled lightly, making him look up.

“It’s okay, really. I knew the second she walked in the door she was the bitchy type.” You giggled, making Yoongi smile. You flashed him one last smile before making your way to the storage room, grabbing a box of vinyls from the top shelf.

XXX

It had been a week since you started working for Yoongi, but it felt more like being paid to hang out with friends. Jimin started to show up more and more often, but something was off about you whenever you were in 5 feet of Jimin. You felt sick, like you were going to throw up at any second. Today was one of those days. You had been finalizing the details of shipment of some newly released albums from various genres and artists when you heard the door open, thanks to the little bell sat just above the door. You looked up from the computer to the door from behind the counter to be met with Jimin’s beautiful eye smile. You felt the same sick feeling in the pit of your stomach you had been having for a few days now, but you tried your hardest to push the thought and feeling away.

“Y/N, good to see you settled into your new job so quickly. By the way, have you seen Yoongi, he said my order had arrived.” Jimin cheerily spoke, almost bouncing on his heels with excitement. You smile weakly and managed to squeak out a ‘I’ll be right back’ as you rushed off to find Yoongi. He was in the break room, his earphones on his ears, funnily enough. You saw his eyes were closed, his head bopping in time to the beat in his ears. You walked over to the sprawled-out Yoongi on the couch and tapped his shoulder, earning his attention.

“Yo, what’s up?” He asked, taking out his earphones and placing them on the coffee table in front of him. You felt a wave of cold sweat break out over your body, the feeling in your stomach growing worse and worse. You swallowed the lump in your throat and attempted to clear it.

“Jimin’s here, he’s here for his order.” You barely spoke over a whisper, your weak voice cracking at certain points of your short sentence. Yoongi looked at your face, how your cheeks were completely drained of color, how scared you looked.

“Oh, okay. Hey, are you okay? You’re paler than me.” You smirked slightly at his words, but his eyes told you he was dead serious.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just feeling a bit unwell, that’s all.” You blurted out as an excuse, trying to brush off the feeling in your stomach for what felt like the billionth time. You walked to the corner of the room where an open cardboard box laid, several pre-ordered albums sitting in plastic sleeves. You scanned the albums until you came across the name that was also engraved into your right hand. Park Jimin. You grabbed it and walked out of the room, Yoongi hot on your heels. You handed Jimin his album with your right hand, the sleeve pulled down so that it covered his name on it.

“Sorry it took so long.” You whispered out an apology, your gaze fixated on your black high cut Converses. You heard him giggle and take the album from your hand’s sweaty grip.

“It’s alright, Y/N-ah. It’s here now and that’s all that matters.” Jimin reassures you, placing his hand on your shoulder. His touch alone makes you feel like you could vomit right then and there. You swallowed hard, trying to subside the feeling again. A beeping sound was heard from Jimin’s watch, signalling the close of his lunch break. “Aish, I’ve got to get back to work, I’ll be back here to pick you up at 5, Y/N. See you then.” Before you could protest, Jimin walked out the door and towards his car. You felt your entire body shake, your knees threatening to give out. You sprinted to the break room then to the bathroom. You collapsed in front of the toilet, dry heaving into it, waiting for the dreaded mix of what you ate for breakfast and lunch to come back up. Yoongi burst in just as you cough up something you certainly weren’t expecting. A single white rose petal. You were stunned, confused mainly, but you didn’t have enough time to process what just came up when you started to dry heave again, but nothing coming up. After a while of dry heaving, your throat felt like it was on fire, the burning becoming extremely painful and uncomfortable. You had somehow squeaked out to Yoongi to get you a glass of water. He returned, a glass of the transparent liquid your throat craved so badly. You snatched the glass from his grip, gulping it down quickly. Yoongi let you down the water and set down the glass before pulling you into a warm embrace, stroking your hair lightly. Even though he hadn��t known you for very long, you felt comfortable with him.

“So, do you know what this means?” Yoongi says almost emotionless, his back pressed against the wall with you wrapped in his arms, a singly flower petal in front of the toilet to Yoongi’s right. You slowly shook your head, unintentionally burying your head further into his chest. “This means you’re sick from love, and I think I have a good idea who caused this.” He whispered into your hair, somewhat coldly. You had known about this disease, but you never known what caused it, as your older brother had it when he was 15, but as his 9 year old sister, he told you that it meant that he was destined for something spectacular. A few moths later, he was found dead on the bathroom floor by your father.

“What do you mean you know who it is, Yoongi-ah.” You whispered into his chest, almost being able to hear him roll his eyes at you. He pulled you away from his chest, holding onto your upper arms and staring at you with concerned eyes.

“Come on Y/N, don’t be dumb. You clearly have been feeling this way for ages, but the feeling has finally reached the surface.” Your eyes stung with tears, your thoughts feeling cloudy and intoxicated by the feeling and look of the pure white petal on the floor. White roses, your favorite flowers. They had always been your favorite, ever since you were a little girl. You never knew why, maybe the sweet scent, the soft touch of the brush of petals or maybe the bright white color., who knew. But the more you stared at the petal, the more you felt a distaste for them. You looked at Yoongi, with tears tracks running down your face.

“Yoongi, what do we -I- do?” You whimpered, your hair hanging in front of your face like a curtain.

“There are only two options really, wait for Jimin to fall in love with you or if it becomes too much, we surgically remove it. The second one’s not as simple as it sounds, it also removes your feelings for that person and maybe your ability to ever love again.” You took a deep, shaky breath, brushing your hair behind your ear.

“What happens if neither of those happen?” You asked, anxiety washing over your body like a rough sea on a stormy night.

“Your lungs fill with petals and flowers, stems, or in your case thorns, grow around your heart, weakening you by the day until one day, you die.”

Chapter 2 finish

Author’s End Note: Hey, this took me about 4 days (technically nights aka about 2 hours each) to write, but I like the build up, hope to post Ch. 3 soon

Love you Taecups and Suga Kookies <3

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whatzappening · 6 years

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The Zappadydoodah

Hello! I’m Jenny – I am 38, married to a beautiful (in all the ways) lady for five years. We have a son who is nearly two and another baby on the way. I’m writing this down because I’m in a transformative time of life, with deliberate hope for change occurring around some treatment for my Stuff. I’m feeling super overwhelmed, massively restless and thought it might be a) handy to channel it all into a writing area, and b) useful for anyone else in a similar sitch.

The Stuff

So here’s my stuff. Fibromyalgia since 2005, Chronic Fatigue diagnosed since 2011, Depression and Anxiety diagnosed since 2012 but probably always. Definitely always.

Here is a list of some of the things I have done to try to manage/fix/deal with my stuff:

SSRI’s

Meditation

Herbal supplements

Naturopathy

CBT

Psychotherapy

Protein shakes

Exercise Therapy

Counseling

Hydrotherapy

Acupuncture

Pilates

Yoga

All of the Elimination Diets

Gym

Walking

Alexander Technique

Kinesiology

Psychics

Hypnosis

A thousand doctors

Graded Exercise Therapy

Narrative Therapy

Rheumatologist

Physiotherapy

Massage

Reiki

All the other stuff I can’t remember

Short of fish slapping that’s all I can remember right now (I did not try fish slapping). I want to be clear that a lot of these things have been extremely helpful in managing my life and keeping me as upright and mobile as possible. The ones who promised me that they could fix me, did the opposite and caused catastrophic setbacks, in every single case. I don’t feel like me listing which ones are which is helpful because every human reacts differently to different options depending on who they are and what their experiences have been.

I will say, however, that my current team members around my health are counselor, physiotherapist, massage therapist, acupuncturist/TCM practitioner.

So that is my stuff. Read on if you fancy!

What’s happening now, and how and why?

So a couple of months ago we were taking our kid for an outing on a Sunday morning. We thought we’d head to a local market about half an hour’s drive and visit our friends who were selling food there to raise money for the local wildlife shelter. Cute! Fun Sunday outing! He fell asleep five minutes from our destination so we kept going, because sleep is golden and we had no place we had to be, and ended up driving past my sister’s place.

We hadn’t seen them for a little while (she lives there with her daughters who are 19 and 20, both at uni this year so sometimes not there) and pulled up in the driveway, waking them up because they don’t live with a toddler and get to sleep in. I have no bitterness about this, it’s just something worth mentioning.

Her youngest daughter, my niece has had severe fibromyalgia for several years now. The list of things she’s tried are varied and include things like hospital stays, ketamine infusions, morphine – and they didn’t help. Morphine didn’t touch the sides of her pain. I won’t go into too much detail but her quality of life was non existent and she was cut down at her best and brightest. It’s horrific and unfair and all the other things. I have not seen colour in that kid’s face other than green for a number of years.

When we rocked up, she was pink cheeked and was about to go out for brunch with a friend.

Let me pause there – every part of that sentence was not possible for years. So after mouthing OMG at my sister when my niece wasn’t looking, we sat down at my sister’s dining table after her she went out with her friend and my sister took my hand. She teared up and said will you please, please think about trying this thing. It works. Look at her.

And then my heart skipped a beat. It had literally not occurred to me that anything could work. That was certainly not my lived experience. I knew they were trying a thing, and I was ready to support them as much as I could (and knowing that sometimes I need to keep a stronger boundary, to protect my sense of self and eschew self pity) when it inevitably didn’t work and their desperation in scrambling for something, some relief, would continue.

“things don’t work for people like me”

That was the sentence that was ringing in my head, loud and clear as a bell. I had believed one too many times when someone had promised me they could make it all better, and then as time went on the prices would increase and the narrowing field of ways I could be pressed in on me and the possibilities vanished when things that weren’t actually physically possible for me to do (and no, I couldn’t push through or engage in mind over matter, get fucked if you think that’s a thing that can happen in this situation, frankly) and I was a bad, naughty client who wasn’t complying so their promise no longer applied. By then they had all of the money and my sense of self was at rock bottom. Snake oil merchants for the win.

Four or so years ago I had a massive breakthrough with a fabulous narrative therapist I was working on my health management with. One day she asked me how it would be if I could just accept my limitations and not place pressure on myself to be capable of anything more than I could do. That I have a serious illness that impacts every single area of my life, and the more I ignore it the louder it gets. How would it feel to accept that?

Because I was ready to hear it, and because I trusted her, and because I knew everything I knew by that stage, I took it in and really imagined how it would feel. And my shoulders dropped about fifty metres and I felt relaxed and calm.

That year I had my first winter since my diagnosis where I didn’t have a severe depressive episode. I rested more, I kept myself warm, I didn’t push myself to not be such a big whiny baby. I cared for myself. I didn’t pretend I wasn’t unwell. I acknowledged it and acted accordingly. Bloody hell – it was absolutely life altering. I will always be grateful to that therapist for that revelation. Then she went and decided to help the refugees on Manus Island with their myriad of psychological issues resulting from trauma and abuse, which I understood but felt a bit miffed about in a selfish way.

So that huge shift had informed the way I went about caring for myself. What a relief to not feel the pressure of turning every stone over just in case. Wearing myself out going to All The Appointments. Never stopping because if I did that meant giving up.

Stopping is brilliant and should be compulsory for all people in all situations.

So now I have my team around me. Every member is crucial and I’m pretty happy most of the time. I’m a great parent and wife and friend and relative, I think.

The thought of messing with that? Oof. SO risky. Terrifying. But my sister held my hand and asked me to think about it. So I did.

I don’t mean to vaguebook atcha. The thing is called TMS and is usually provided to people who have severe depression. The kind where no medication works and everything is hopeless. It’s non invasive, and uses magnetic thingamebobs to retrain the pathways in your brain that have died off due to illness. So for people with fibro, the pathways of normal sensation are often replaced with pain pathways. Recently when I was extremely distressed about a work situation and I could not deal with what was happening, my brain told me that whenever I took a step I was at risk of my ankle shattering. My ankle was not at risk of shattering, but the pain felt extremely real and terrifying. And so on and so forth. So the TMS thingo (and to be honest it’s a little bit tinfoil hat to avoid the government reading your thoughts) is a metal cap that goes over your hair on the place where the specific neural pathways are, then magnetic waves are sent through the thing which stimulate your brains. It’s habit forming, so doing it once a week isn’t going to do squat. But 3-5 zaps a week (each zap is 30-60 mins) will be highly likely to have an impact. 5 will work faster, 3 will still work the same amount but will take a little longer.

They recommend about 30 sessions and then you can taper off and see how you respond. Here’s the kick. I live 90 mins from Melbourne CBD and it’s the closest place I can go for treatment. A three hour round trip a day isn’t possible for me (both in terms of fatigue and available free time).

My work is quite seasonal so I had planned to close off my books from May for a few months, and we were all going to go as a family to rent a house for a few months and just smash it. But then we both realised my wife’s pregnancy wasn’t getting easier and sooner would be better than later. So the compromise is as follows:

Kicking off this month with a week together as a family for calibration and a couple of treatments, and then I’ll head to Melbourne Tuesday morning til Thursday middle of the day allowing me three zaps (Tues – Wed – Thurs) and on the way home I get acupuncture so I can decompress a bit before arriving for family time at home and don’t just dump all my emotions all over them. I’ll have had time to process and chat a bit. Fridays the kidlet is in daycare, Saturdays and Sundays as per usual, Monday with the wee fella. Tuesdays drop him off at daycare late on my way in to town. We’re getting some help with kid wrangling on Wednesdays from daycare pickup to bedtime so my beautiful pregnant wife won’t have to be too exhausted after working all day. There’s a lot going on. Did I mention we’re married but not legally so we’re going to do that in a few weeks as well? It’s a big time.

I turned it all over and over and over in my head, spoke with some key people and most helpfully talked with my love. You don’t owe us anything, she said, and meant it. You try it, you don’t try it, we love you. Your body and health changes, or doesn’t, we love you. If you try it and it doesn’t work and it creates massive turmoil for you then we cross that bridge. You’ve dealt with worse.

So forward we go.

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