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rottingbedpost · 14 days ago

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You & Me - Prelude

Characters - Idol/Canon! Yoongi x 8th Member/Idol/Fem! Reader

Story - Friends/Band Mates to Lovers, Forbidden Love, 8th Member Au

Summary - The title of this one is pretty much it. Prelude to ‘You & Me’

Word Count - 2k

Chapter Warnings - Fluff, Angst, Talk of food(Non-ed related), Canonically Mint Yoongi

A/N - This is my first fic in years, so bear with me, it’s going to be a journey. My bad for the poorly made header. Reply for tags!

SONG: Sex on Fire - Kings of Leon

Our First Kiss

Christmas Eve 2015

– – – – – – –

This isn’t your first time alone on Christmas, but with the boys off with family, it feels a little bit more lonely.

They are all you have—your chosen family.

So, since your chosen family is with their real families for the holidays, you are spending them at the dorms, impatiently waiting for the rooms to be cramped again. To be sitting shoulder to shoulder with the rest of your band. They are the best part about being scouted, having this home, people to live with, who you love and who love you. Your best friends.

Jin would have kidnapped you and dragged you to visit with his family for the holidays if you had let him, Taehyung, too.

You knew they all cared. Not wanting to leave you alone this time of year. But frankly, you all need a break from one another.

This was the first Christmas since your trainee days that you weren’t put to work. You didn’t want to be the one who makes someone else’s holiday sour just because you chose not to have a family to come home to. Your decision.

It was surprising having these few days off anyway, being in the midst of promotions, and a concert next week.

Promotions are going alright. The fear of disbandment has been a cloud of smoke in your life. Something you especially don’t like to think about. But it manages to take ownership of your mind either way. Always getting upset when the topic is brought up, as if it isn’t something destined for your future. Being torn apart from the only true family you know.

Not to mention losing him. But you shouldn’t think about your fat crush on your best friend of five years, now isn’t the time. It’s never the time. Write a damn love song about him and get over it allready.

You have to distract yourself. This time of year is hard enough without thinking of losing everyone in your life a second time over.

The laptop in the corner catches your eye. Bootleg a movie.

– – – – –

Mindlessly searching for a movie on your laptop shouldn’t be this hard. Maybe Rudolph? It’s been a while since you watched that one; it shouldn’t be hard to find. 'Tis the season!

Another screen lights up, distracting you from your distraction.

Your phone.

Min Yoongi (Coworker)

A name you had placed, partly as a joke, and partly to remind you that the cute boy smiling with his gums in that profile photo is off limits. It could cost you your job and your family.

Accept Decline

“Yoongi?”

He shouldn’t be calling you? Is something wrong?

“Wow, doll? You can’t say Hi, or wish me a happy holiday? Maybe I shouldn’t have called”

He has got to stop calling you that. It makes things so difficult.

“Shouldn’t you be celebrating? Why are you calling me? I don’t want you to miss time with your family-”

“It’s fine. I’m fine! I just wanted to make sure you are doing okay… “

Fuck. Of course, he is worried about you being alone, and you are just being annoying about it. He sounds so hoarse over the phone. I wish he were here, or I were there.

“So are you? Doing okay?”

Damn it. Took too long.

“Oh, yeah. I am doing. I am doing okay, only a little bored, but I’ll manage.”

“Are you sure? Did you eat? You shouldn’t be stuck bored on the holidays…”

So fucking thoughtfull.

“Yes! I promise I am just fine. And I haven’t ate, but I will.”

You won’t. But you can’t let him worry. Just Lie.

“It really is fine. I was just getting ready to start a movie, actually. And I’m craving chicken, so I’ll go get some. You really shouldn’t worry, go have fun with your family, ok?”

“I know you are lying.”

Stop reading me like that.

“No, I’m not.”

“You are, seriously, eat. I know you don’t want to leave the dorms, but you can at least make ramyeon, ok?”

Why does he know you? I mean, you know why he knows you. He is the first of the guys you met, and you have slept in the same room as him for five years now.

“OK, fine. But promise you won’t spend any more time worrying about me?”

“OK.”

Something is off with him.

“Promise?”

“Promise…”

“You said you are watching a movie. What one?”

“Yoongi, you just promised to spend time with your family? Shouldn’t you go back to them?”

He is giggling. God just hang up already. You don’t need his smile on your mind. You are lonely enough.

“Alright, doll.”

Fuck. Not that. Why does he think he can call you that?

“Enjoy your movie.”

“Goodnight, Yoong.”

“Night”

He sounds almost upset to go. Why did he call you?

END CALL

“Fuck”

Now this call is going to be all you think about tonight. What was up with him? It had to be more than just worrying for you.

Distraction.

“OK, Rudolph. Where were we?”

– – – – – – –

As the Rudolph credits close, you let the Elf credits open. I guess this is the rest of your night. Laughing might make you feel better.

Keys.

Someone is unlocking the door.

What. The. Fuck.

This came out of nowhere.

“Hello??”

No response.

Is it staff? Who is coming into your dorms? Fuck you aren’t dressed for this. It’s a damn holiday who is here? Especially just barging in. No courtesy knock at all. What the fuck is going on.

Footsteps. Chicken, whoever it is, brought chicken.

And there he is. The man who makes your world stop turning when he enters the room. You should be used to it by now.

Why is he here? Hair disheveled. Black puffer coat still on. That hair colour suits him so well. Is that beer?

“Yoongi?”

“Hey doll…” His teeth are tugging at his bottom lip. Why is he looking at you like that? Like he is about to be rejected. Or already has been.

He called you that damn name again.

“Yoongi… What are you doing here?”

– – –

The smells of fried chicken and beer complement the decorations well. They complement your mint-haired friend well, too. “You didn’t tell me why you came?”

He huffs. “I didn’t want you to be bored.” Crossed arms leaning on the counter.

“Well, I can manage.”

You had completely forgotten you told him you were craving chicken. You remember it now. These days, it doesn’t escape your mind how thoughtful he is when you think back on this night.

You take a bite.

“Why aren’t you back home?”

He sighs. “Are you going to make me talk about it?”

“Guess not.”

“Did you finish?”

You choke on your sip of beer. “What??”

“You said you were going to watch a movie?”

Holy shit. You need to get laid. How on earth is that the first thing you thought of? The smirk on his face shows he knows exactly where your mind wandered off to. Ignore it. You need to ignore it.

“Oh. I watched Rudolph. I was getting ready to start Elf when you got here.” You manage to get out.

He takes a bite out of a chicken leg. You copy him, hiding the rose on your cheeks.

“Let’s watch it then?”

“Are you sure? We can do something else if you want. Or you could go home?”

“I live here, not with my parents.” Something happened. I wonder if they are fighting again.

“Alright. Elf it is!” It’s better not to talk about it.

You go to your laptop. Having turned it off when he first showed up. Who knows how long it’s been since then? You glance at the clock.

11:45 PM

You watch as he carries the drinks into the room. Only four cans left.

PLAY

He sits too close. The laptop is small but not that small.

“It’s been a while since I watched this.”

“Me too.”

He puts a cold drink in your hand, your third, then gets one for himself.

“Thanks for this… by the way.”

“It’s nothing. Watch the movie.”

He is always brushing you off so fast.

It’s not nothing. Why is he here? Why does he have to be so perfect? Why can he read everything about you, and you can’t understand a single thing he does? Why can he sit here, thighs touching like he doesn’t feel the air around the two of you? Maybe that’s it. He sits this close because you are friends. That's it.

Stop inhaling like you are trying to breathe him in.

volume: ++++

Did he do that to make the sound drown out your thoughts or his?

The screen is reflecting off his glasses. Those god damn glasses. Stop staring. His looks are criminal. Thank god for his sweater and look away.

– – –

Two half-empty cans left.

He is looking at you again. Don’t look back. Pretend you are watching the movie, not his reflection on the screen. Why is he looking at you like that? It’s like his eyes are digging into the side of your face.

Just bite your tongue. Can he stop? He shouldn’t bite his lip at you like that.

God, his eyes. Wait, his eyes. You turn your head to face him, breaking your eye contact in the reflection. He turns back to face you, tongue sliding across his lips. He looks even better outside of his reflection. His eyes are sparkling, but you can’t tell a word of what they are trying to tell you.

“I thought you wanted to watch the movie?” He waits to reply. Humming thoughtfully.

“I got distracted.”

You giggle. “By what? Is there something on my face?”

“Yes”

What??? That was way too fast. Was he really staring at you because there was something on your face? You furrow your brows and bring your sleeve up to your mouth before a hand tugs at your wrist gently.

“You are so gullible.”

That smirk is so hot.

You scoff “Asshole!”

He flashes a sweet smile, his hand not letting go of your wrist. “You know you love me.”

“Yeah, whatever,” You giggle.

And now you're trapped. Who is going to look back at the screen first? Stuck smiling at each other, looking into each other's eyes.

He breaks eye contact first, but not in the way that would have benefited your sanity. Your lips. He is sitting there. No space between the two of you. Staring at your lips.

“You know. You are really beautiful, right?”

Why is he saying that? He usually doesn’t get drunk that easily.

“You’re drunk.”

“Maybe.”

Look back at the laptop. PLEASE look back at the laptop.

No, the laptop, not your eyes.

‘I really can’t stay

Baby, it’s cold outside.’

His eyes seem different. Does he really think you are beautiful? You have to, being an idol anyway? Right?

Something is pulling you closer. Did he sneak magnets into the chicken? Back up. You have to back up.

You don’t back up.

And when soft, slightly cracked lips are pressed onto yours, you let it happen. You move in closer. This is perfect. NO, this is wrong, you shouldn’t be doing this.

It has been years since your last kiss, your last real kiss.

A thumb presses gently into your chin.

What the fuck is happening? I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this. How the fuck did you get here? His mouth tastes like beer. When did his tongue slip between your lips?

‘The neighbors might think

Baby, it’s bad out there.’

So many fucking questions are running through your mind.

His hair is so soft.

‘Say, what’s in this drink?

No cabs to be had out there.’

This can’t just be a kiss. It feels like more. More is happening, and you have no idea what. Oblivious to the world around you.

After a hum escapes your lips, you feel your stomach drop.

Cold.

His thumb is gone. His lips are gone. The hand on your wrist is gone.

No. No. No. Come back!

You release the grip on his hair.

Why isn’t he looking at you?

“Fuck…”

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A/N: I hope you all enjoyed!! If you didn't already guess, this is inspired by a story J-Hope told (I don't remember were). Obviously, I made up my own timeline & events but that is where I got the idea! Hopefully you will like it...

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frownyalfred · 3 months ago

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will dan the alpha be in the ninth wave? there is no OC tag but there are mentions of him in some of your coral posts. i got around to reading the side stories and i like him! dan is chill and wouldn't restrict lex from being himself (active menace to society) but assertive enough that he wouldn't let lex get lost in the worst of his self destructive tendencies.

the discrepancy between sleezy omega billionaire, ex arkham asylum inmate, domestic terrorist who made a machiavellian plan to kill superman using batman and A Normal Guy is so funny to me. when dan found out he knotted lex goddamn luther in the woods he probably experienced emotions previously only felt by shrimp. sorry king your life is going to get so much more complicated.

imagine being the only normal guy in a pack with bruce wayne who moonlights as Batman, an alien with godlike abilities whose secret identity is a pair of glasses and a slouch, the former robin who came from the dead with anger issues, lex luther who thinks treason is a fun friday night out, and alfred. also you live in gotham. someone hand him a drink.

Funny you should mention that! I was just working on a few scenes where I had the possibility of slotting Dan the Alpha in, but I keep going back and forth on if he should be in the ninth wave or not. I think he should, and it would add some complexity to later on in the plot (mwahahaha) but I know people are a little wary of OCs, especially if they didn't read the side story with Dan in it.

But yeah, poor Dan. I'm not even sure he fully realizes what he's gotten into, since he doesn't know who his client is (he only talks to Alfred, after all) and he didn't even recognize Lex's name. He just knows they're an odd, tightly-knit pack who are a little (lot) reclusive and have some strong dynamics at play. The more he learns/realizes, the more he just shakes his head and tries to be useful.

I agree with you that he's well-matched to Lex, in that he isn't going to get in Lex's way but he will still be a moderating influence in the craziness. I don't think Lex could be with any alpha who wasn't like that, or wasn't deferential like Clark and Dan both are.

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