#the group of people who can touch me without me flinching has shrunk to like. one person. maybe two

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Not Used to Freedom

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Word count: 1342

Warnings: Slavery, mentions of sex slave (But not in detail) 

Y/N: Your Name 

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Even in the apocalypse, people sucked. My parents traded me to some asshole for supplies. They got a lot for me, but now I was stuck to a man who treated me as if I wasn’t a human. He made it clear I was his property now, nothing more than an object to him. He was the leader of his little group and made sure they all knew I was his as well. No one was allowed to talk to me and I wasn’t allowed to speak without permission from ‘Master’. At least he let me wear clothes when he dragged me around on a leash. This has been my life since I was a child. Great parents, right? 

Now that I was a woman ‘Master’ would touch me. He loved touching my body and did it every chance he could. I hardly even flinched when he took my virginity. This was all I’ve ever known. I was nothing more than ‘Master’s’ servant, who came when called. It was the only life I really knew anymore and I hated it. The only thing I can remember from my past is my name. Y/N. I repeated it to myself every night so I’d never forget. Because even though I knew it was more than likely never going to happen, I still had hope I’d escape or be saved. 

Today I was locked in the small room I had come to know as my bedroom, if you can even call it that. All I had was a bed, ‘Master’ kept all my clothes in his room. He had to pick all of them out each day. I was stuck waiting for ‘Master’ to let me out. Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. It was the only thought going through my head when I was alone anymore. I didn’t want to forget my name no matter how hard ‘Master’ tried to make me. A loud gunshot broke my thought and my head snapped to the door. What was happening? More gunshots joined the fight and I heard screaming. My eyes widened and I pushed myself against the wall. I covered my ears to try and drown out the sounds, and shut my eyes tightly. 

Y/N. Y/N. Y/N, Just focus on your name. That’s the only thing you need to know right now. 

After a bit it was quiet. I didn’t remove my hands from my ears or open my eyes. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I was so scared. What if I got blamed for this somehow? ‘Master’ loved to punish me when he was angry, even if I didn’t do anything. I heard a few footsteps coming closer to my door and whimpered quietly. 

“You check that one, I’ll check this one.” Someone with a gruff voice said. That wasn’t anyone I’d heard before. Someone tried my door handle, but it was locked, like always. 

“It’s locked.” A softer voice said. 

“I got it.” The gruff voice said. There was pounding on the door and I whimpered. I shrunk into myself as much as I could. I did not want to get punished. I heard the door break down and started crying, quietly. 

“Wait hold on.” The softer voice said. I heard footsteps come closer and suddenly my hands were being gently pulled away from my head. 

“Hey, you’re okay.” The voice said and I shook my head, keeping my eyes closed tightly. 

“Can you look at me, please?” He asked. I slowly opened my eyes and saw a kind man looking at me with worried eyes. 

“My name is Glenn, this is Daryl.” He said, motioning to the man behind him. I glanced at him and he looked mad. I shrunk into the wall a bit more, but the man, Glenn, gently moved my face to look at him again. 

“What’s your name?” He asked and I blinked a few times. 

“Y-Y/N…” I whispered and he smiled at me. 

“Y/N, can you tell me why you were locked up in here?” He asked and I gulped. 

“It’s okay, you’re safe.” He reassured me. 

“Master didn’t let me out yet…” I whispered and his eyes widened. He looked back at the other man, Daryl, whose eyes were also wide. 

“Was it that asshole that ran this place?” Daryl asked and I nodded slowly. 

“Well, the fucker is dead.” He said and my eyes widened. 

“R-Really?” I asked and he nodded. 

“Yes. They’re all dead.” He said and I just blinked a few times. I let the news settle in and relaxed a little. 

“You can come with us, we have a safe place.” Glenn said and I stiffened a bit. 

“Oh no, you’d be free, Y/N. You can live your own life.” He clarified and I looked at him confused. 

“F-Free?” I asked. Glenn nodded and offered me his hand. I bit my lip and shakily took his hand. He helped me up and smiled at me. 

“I promise you’ll be safe and free, Y/N.” He said and I gave him a small smile. 

The two men led me through the halls that were once my hell. I clung to Glenn’s hand, but he didn’t seem to mind. We walked into the main room and there for a few other people standing around. They turned to look at us and pointed their guns at me. 

“Who’s that?” A woman in an army uniform asked. 

“Hey, relax! She’s not a threat.” Glenn said. Daryl nodded and they lowered their guns. 

“This is Y/N, we found her locked in a room. She was… was forced to work for Noel,” Glenn said and they all looked at the collar on my neck. I blushed and looked away. I felt Glenn gently squeeze my hand. I heard someone walk up to me and saw brown boots standing in front of me. 

“Y/N?” A man with a southern accent asked. I looked up and saw a man in a sheriff’s uniform. 

“How long have you been here?” He asked. 

“M-My parents traded me f-for supplies when I-I was seven…” I quietly answered. Everyone looked at me with wide eyes and a few people even gasped. 

“You’ve been wearing that since you were seven?” A young boy asked and I nodded. 

“M-Master has kept me for himself.” I said and I saw their faces change to anger. I shrunk back, but Glenn gently pulled me a little closer to him. 

“They’re not mad at you, Y/N. They’re mad at what Noel has done to you.” He said and I looked at him confused. 

“Sick bastard.” A ginger man said. 

“He’s gone for good now, Y/N. You don’t need to worry about him anymore.” The man in the sheriff’s uniform said. 

“Come on, let’s get her back.” A woman with a southern accent said. 

“Agreed.” Glenn said and smiled at me. 

“Alright, let’s head out.” The man in the sheriff’s uniform said. Everyone headed for the front door, but Glenn stopped me. 

“Here.” He said and reached for my neck. My eyes widened and I flinched, but he gave me a reassuring smile. He pulled out a knife and very gently cut the collar off my neck. He pulled it off and I looked down at it in his hand. 

“You won’t need that anymore.” He said and tossed it to the side. I looked at it lying on the floor broken and let out a sob. 

“T-Thank y-you.” I said through tears. Glenn gently wrapped an arm around me and pulled me in for a hug. The first genuine hug I’ve felt in years. 

“You’re gonna be alright, Y/N. We’ll all help you.” He whispered and I nodded. He pulled back and still smiled at me. He offered me his hand and I took it a bit more confidently this time. He turned and led me towards the rest of the group. Was I finally free now, or was this all just an act?

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[neutronian]

you know what, i am afraid that I won't get used to the pain, i'm also afraid that i will get used to the pain. it sucks either way.

[chimswae]

BTS Caretaker CH19

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 3,884

- Author Note: I apologize if some of the thing in BTS caretaker sound cringy, i wrote this in 2017 lool so the old me is so hmmm , hahaha as much i wanted to edit it again, Im afraid i am gonna change the whole thing :< so i leave it be ahhaa thank u for reading <333

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Chapter 19

“You alright Joon?” Yoongi eyed the younger guy before him that had a distress look ever since their filming ended few hours ago. Namjoon barely touched his dinner and did not speak as much as he usually did. The corner of his eyes caught Jimin acting odd around Namjoon as if that guy knew something that he did not.

A floor light from the living room light up the space with a pleasant illumination. It was enough for Yoongi to catch a blurry image of Namjoon’s expression whom start to darken. Raking his fingers in between his soft lavender hair, a low sigh could be heard from his direction “We ended our relationship” he exhaled the words with heavy heart.

Yoongi was speechless hearing such news, though he had a little idea of how deep Namjoon’s relationship with her back then. Yet, he knew how much this guy cherish her. She used to be his source of inspiration in his song writing. Things really went wrong between them, Yoongi could not deny this one fact that he never liked the girl.

“What happen..” his unclear voice was enough to reach Namjoon. Not that he wanted to be happy over the news, however he was kind of relieve that the things have ended for good between them. Ever since the first day Namjoon told him about his genuine feelings for her, he knew something was not right in the beginning. Son Hyemi, one of their stylists who have worked for almost two years with them. Despite her cold demeanour, she appeared to be daring whenever with Namjoon. She was first assigned as Yoongi and Jungkook stylist before they switched it with Namjoon few months later.

Yoongi did not want to condemn anyone but he felt uncomfortable with her around since start. Son Hyemi is in her early 30’s when she first started her job as their stylist. Indeed, when it came to her work she’s a dedicated woman and that’s undeniable. However, for some reason with her mere presence it created unexplainable tense knowing one of his bandmates had a thing for her. They had to pretend that they were okay with it. If it weren’t for Namjoon’s happiness, he would do something pertaining to that matter. His gut is never wrong.

Son Hyemi was a trouble. She brought nothing but pain to Namjoon. If and only he realized that sooner, he would not get hurt as much as he did now. All of them had spoken about this matter behind Namjoon and clearly none of them were brave enough to say it aloud, being bluntly honest to Namjoon would only push him away. They really cared for his feelings, hurting him was the last thing they wanted to happen.

He croaked “She..is married to someone else. It is over between us” Yoongi was alarmed by his response as he stood up straight, frowning in process.

“What..when this happen?”

“She got married a week ago..It has been happening for a month, all the lies that she told me. I was a fool…to trust her and wait for her to come back to me” Namjoon looked down sadly, clutching onto his hair bellowing his frustration.

“Joon-ah…She does not deserve you. I am sorry that you are in pain and for not trying hard enough to help you through this” he gave a soft squish on his shoulder with full of regret. It was no use to cry over spill milk, horrible things when we least expected.

Lifting his head up weakly, his eyes were brimming with tears “Hyung..Its hurt.. The pain is driving me insane” Yoongi’s heart clenched his pain to see his brother in this vulnerable state.

Without uttering any words, Yoongi pulled the younger guy into a tight embrace “I know..You loved her, it was normal to get hurt. It makes you more human” Namjoon on the other hand could not contain his tears anymore, he ended up shedding his tears for the second time today. With his members, he found it was rather hard to not show this side of him. They have become his pillars of strength.

Even for the unaffectionate Min Yoongi, when it involved one of the members, he would gladly reveal this soft side of him that he intended to show only to the people that he cared. Namjoon’s shoulder shook and his breath were shuddered as he sobbed uncontrollably letting all the misery contained inside him out. His voice had drawn others to the scene one by one, watching their leader broken in Yoongi’s arm.

They exchanged a meaningful look as they had gotten the clue about it while Jimin filled them in with the news few minutes ago. Yoongi gave all of them a soft nod assuring them everything will be fine and that Namjoon only needed a moment to gather himself together.

Namjoon took a deep breath before breaking the hug “Thank you hyung..That was ugly” he wiped his tears with the back of his hand and let out a bitter chuckle.

“Once in a while, you have to cry hard. Life is like that” he patted his back softly. “To be honest, I am glad that you finally see her true colours. We are sorry that we go behind your back and talk shit about her. However, we could not bring ourselves to tell you the truth. We only want what is best for you. If being with her makes you happy then, we are fine with it. We will learn to accept her” his lips were pressed into a thin line.

“Hyung..” Namjoon pondered upon Yoongi’s word hard. Why did he do to deserve these guys in his life? Despite the bad choices that he made, they had their back for him without complain.

Another voice came into the picture which startled Namjoon “Joon-ah..Kim Namjoon. Who needs girls if you have us? Our love is enough” said Jin, throwing his arm around Namjoon’s shoulder. Namjoon’s realized other members were already there smiling sadly at his way, he returned it with a genuine smile. They caught his overwhelmed reactions as he turned into a puddle of tears over the welcoming sight in front of him.

Taehyung lurched to his side attacking him with a big hug “Hyunggie, Hyemi nuna just showed you that you have bigger heart than she is. You will soon find your own happy ending, not with Hyemi nuna but with someone better than her” his jaw hung open into his signature smile.

“This time around we will make sure any girl that you like will pass through us first before they can date you!” Jin beamed.

Namjoon laughed at their silliness “Why is it a ‘they’? Are you turning me into a Casanova?” he raised his brows in amusement. Hoseok retorted “Well, just in case we don’t like the girl we will have backup don’t you think? Chill Kim Namjoon, life maybe short, let’s not think about future and live the present” he exchanged their usual fist bump causing the latter to chuckle softly.

“Thank you, for standing by my side even in my worst state, you will always be there. I am sorry that I cause unnecessary worries. I promise I will be better and get over this feeling that I have for her. It is stupid and too good to be truth” his voice was full of regret.

Jungkook and Jimin had a proud smile on their face, watching their precious hyung that was able to finally pull his usual smile on his face. They will never be tired dealing with all the craps happening in their group. It is the recipe of their strong brotherhood.

“Who is up for drinks” Hoseok waved a can of beer accompanied by his sunny smile. So, it was that time of the month again to have a deep shit kind of talk all night. As everyone took their seat on the stool near the counter, Jimin helped to pass one can of beer each to the members except Jungkook.

His lips curved upward into a protest “Hyung…why….” Jimin brows flinched together while shaking his head in disapproval.

“Not tonight gguk. You will get the banana milk” Jimin chided, gliding the small bottle in front of him.

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Tugging clueless Jimin to the corner, Namjoon cleared his throat forcing out the words to come out after his awkward encounter with Seul yesterday. It had been bothering him since then, but he chickened out the last minute when he’s about to inquire Jimin about it.

“Are you going to ask me whether Seul is doing fine?” Jimin boldness taken him aback a little. Namjoon nodded his head frantically, chewing his lower lips showing off his nervousness. “Well, she is a little shaken, but she is doing alright. Don’t worry. I don’t think she will tell anyone about what she heard” he chuckled.

“That was awkward. I was not in the right mind yesterday. I thought Seul was Hyemi nuna. THAT IS SO EMBARASSING CHIMMY!” he facepalmed not liking this thing one bit.

Jimin laughed heartily “I know hyung. Apologize to her when we have the chance to meet her later and talk it out with her” his eyes shrunk into an eye smile.

“Talk it out with who?”

Jimin and Namjoon turned to face the owner of the soft voice, as their head tilted in sync trying to decipher the image in front of them. To their surprise, Seul was standing there awkwardly with a baffled expression across her face.

“I am sorry I didn’t know you guys are still around… I mean it is already 10 in the morning?” Seul squeezed her eyes together. ‘Does it mean, others are here too. Min Yoongi? Jin?’ she mentally cursed.

A soft smile spread across his face “It is just us and Taehyung, others are out for grocery shopping. Did Manager hyung forget to inform ahjumma that we will be staying indoor today” Namjoon watched Seul under his sharp gaze making her a little uncomfortable.

“Ah.. My mom went for her treatment early in the morning, she must be forgotten to inform me” she coughed a little avoiding Namjoon’s gaze that apparently undressing her. Screw Kim Namjoon, he doesn’t need to be that attractive.

Jimin softened when she mentioned Mrs Hwang, before he could ask her further, Namjoon jumped into the conversation “How’s your mother Seul-ssi” he looked at her way timidly.

“She is alright, thanks to the treatment I think she will be able to make it until we find a donor” a sad smile could be seen on Seul’s pale face. Mrs Hwang condition made Namjoon sympathize the older woman even more.

“Was it severe? Her kidney?”

Nodding weakly, Seul clutched onto the hem of her shirt surpassing her tears from hitting the ground “Her kidney has stopped functioning, both of it. She is lucky to be able to live this long since her life is depending on the machine. The hospital is trying to find the perfect donor for my mother” Jimin exhaled a soft breath, pressing his lips together in process.

Namjoon sent an empathy look at her direction “How about your kidney? Doesn’t it match your mother? I am sorry I don’t want to offend anyone, just wondering” Seul chuckled bitterly and it died down as soon as a sigh of regret filled the awkwardness between them.

“My brother and I did not match her, I was frustrated over the fact that we shared the same blood, yet we could not do anything about it” her face revealed all the pain that she could not express in words. Jimin took few steps closer to Seul, embracing the girl briefly “Ahjumma will be alright. Trust me” Namjoon’s eyes widended upon witnessing the scene in front of him. Just when was Jimin became super touchy with her? That was odd considering how they barely met each other.

Seul froze in her trance allowing Jimin’s warmth sipping through her vein, giving her some sort of assurance and security. Her ran his fingers in her soft lock, pulling away from the hug not long after and continued to stare into her eyes deeply “If you need someone to talk to, I will always be here. Now, talk to Namjoon hyung.. He has been dying to see you since yesterday” Seul was under his spell. His soft voice really mesmerized her, and she could feel her bones melted.

Jimin brushed her cheeks with the back of his hand, taking a step backwards giving small space for her to breathe. “See you in a bit” he winked. Seul blushed madly, hiding her face in her hair.

“Talk to her nicely” Jimin mouthed Namjoon with a slight smirk and made his way stealthy to his room. Namjoon was unsure whether he was ready to talk this thing out with her. Not that he was afraid to open up his wound again, facing Seul got him nervous for no reason.

“I am sorry” Namjoon and Seul blurted out in unison.

She rubbed her palms together “You first Namjoon-ssi” he scratched the top of his head a little steadying his breathing. “Look..about yesterday.. I..am sorry that you have to see that. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I..just I-mean I… don’t..I am not..in the right-“ stammering between his words, he attempted to force words that don’t want to be said. Namjoon felt dizzy and breathless.

Seul bit her lower lips watching the guy struggling with his own words and she finally decided it was best to interrupt “Don’t worry, pretend that never happen. I promise I will never bring that up. I am sorry for invading your privacy” she sighed tiredly.

“I am not in the place to say this but since we have come to this, I hope you are holding up well. Love is a funny thing, Namjoon-ssi. You expect it to be easy and to be world of roses. It is more of it once you dwell into it. Love is hard because it makes us grow. It forces us to confront our little demon inside. Love is between two real hearts. If another heart breaks the promises that you build, there is no point in holding onto it anymore” she spouted in one breath.

Awed by Seul’s wise words, Namjoon took the moment to scrutinize her face with so much interest. It was the first real conversation that he had with her, therefore it mesmerized him how a small girl like Seul would have bigger things to say.

She continued “ It is better to break your own heart by leaving rather than having that person to break you heart every day you are with them” her words dissolving into seething mutters to herself. “Oh my god, I am sorry! I got carried away! Forget what I said I mean really, that sounded stupid” she scolded herself as her nose scrunched up cutely not liking her own action.

Namjoon chuckled at her cuteness “You are right about everything. It is better to break my own heart this way rather than getting hurt all over again” he found the thought of ending his complicated relationship with Hyemi was a good thing. His lips pressed into a thin line as he tore his eyes meeting Seul sparkled orbs.

“Thank you Seul-ssi..I understand why Jin hyung is really keen on you. You are different” his compliment melted her heart instantly. Why was he bringing Jin in this matter? What did he mean by Jin was keen on her? To think about this again, it was super crazy.

“I am no one..You are flattering me” she shook her head, “Urm, Namjoon-ssi I think I need to get my job done so I can leave soon. You guys deserve a peaceful rest, I saw how hard you guys worked yesterday” she exclaimed.

“Ah..Dont sweat. Take things real slow, I can help you with the cleaning if you want. It is quite a mess today” he offered but Seul was fast to decline his offer. It was tempting but she’s paid to do this. That would be so wrong to make the boys work.

“No, this is my job. I will get the job done quick. Don’t worry about me”

“Can we drop the formality?” Namjoon suggested something out of context again.

“What?” Seul raised her eyebrows, ever so slightly.

“I heard you are at Jimin’s age, so maybe we can be friends. Plus, you are our caretaker lady. Why don’t we be friends and drop the formality?”

“Do I have the choice what to call you then?” her eyes gleamed with irrepressible humour.

The corner of his mouth quirked as he nodded “So what do you have in your mind?” he challenged.

“Just Namjoon would suffice”

“Just Namjoon?”

“Why? I think that is enough to show our informality”

“But you call Jin hyung, oppa” he stressed.

“Ah, that one. He forced me to call him oppa. I don’t really oppa-ing anyone except for my close friends” cringing at the thought, she grinned widely “So Namjoon would suffice”

“Can’t you call me oppa?” Namjoon demanded.

“Why do you guys so obsess in making me to call you oppa? We will see if I am in the mood to address you oppa. Now please excuse me Namjoon oppa, I have work to do” she nodded and waved her hand while she retreated to tend her job with a smile. Namjoon straightened his clothes while mumbling “Alright then” his eyes followed her until she disappeared behind the kitchen door.

“Oppa…Namjoon oppa” he was not sure why he was smiling, but he could not stop.

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Every second was valuable to her. By anytime soon, the rest of Bangtan members would be back and she was not ready to deal with any of them. Thankfully, Jimin and Namjoon had left her alone to do her job. Taehyung was nowhere to be seen even in his room, she wondered where did he disappear.

She picked up Taehyung’s dirty laundry on the floor and tossed it inside the laundry bag. Before she left, she straightened up the bed, smoothing the sheets, carefully tucking the corners and fluffing the pillows. She glanced round the room which was quite impersonal, but her eyes stopped at the picture frame on the nightstand. The photos look familiar to her like she’s the one in it.

Taking the frame in her hand, she squinted her eyes taking a better look of the ambiguous photo. To be honest, the photo alone was a work of an art. It was too beautiful to be described with words, but little did she know she was admiring herself. As she examined the photo, her eyes landed at the corner of the frame. It surprised her to see a small signature with ‘Vante’ engraved on it.

It came to her realization, this was the photo taken by that strange guy that night who claimed himself to be Vante. How did the photo end up in Taehyung’s room? Did the Vante guy sell her photos to people publicly? The only logical thing that she could ever think was, the Vante guy turned out to be Taehyung. That was impossible!

Seul then continue to search for similar frame inside the room and yes there were few of them. Photos of Bangtan members, the scenery that he took and a photo of himself. Could it be him?

Alarm, mixed with confusion, spread through her in a frightening rush “What are you doing in my room?” she was taken aback by the gruffy voice behind her. It sounded familiar, similar to the Vante guy.

In one straight move, she turned around to face him “You?” Taehyung expression turned from uncertainty into sheer surprise. He could not believe his own eyes that Seul was standing before her in his room. What kind of sorcery was this again! Her eyes widened in astonishment “How did you get this photo?” she inquired to answer her curiosity.

“It is mine...”

“Yours? So, you are Vante?”

“Urm…Yes...i think we met before. You are the tea lady”

“I have name. It is Seul”

“Seul? So you are our caretaker?”

“Seems like it”

“WHAT A SMALL WORLD” his voice going up in pitch at the sheer surprise of it.

She raised her chin “That’s right. You see, I thought you actually-“he words broke off and her eyes widened when Taehyung rushed to her for a big bear hug. Seul stiffened in his tight embrace, it was suffocating but he smelled too good. Warmth sipping through her bodies.

“Glad that I found you again Seul” he whispered deeply leaving a trail of sexiness and manliness in his voice. He rested his chin on top of her head liking the way how small and delicate Seul was in his arm.

Her mind and body were not in sync, part of her wanted to push him away but her body really betrayed her today. It’s like she was destined to stay glue to Taehyung. Out of all members, apart from Yoongi, Taehyung would be the boldest one.

Who hugged during their first meeting? Asians don’t do hugs, why was he being so friendly to her.

This would not do, she needed to escape from this sticky situation again. Just before she could plot a murderous plan to flee from Kim Taehyung, they heard a harsh voice scowling at their way.

“Let her go Kim Taehyung” Yoongi hissed under his sharp breath. He looked like he was ready to murder someone. Stood nervously behind Yoongi was Jung Hoseok, he only cracked a nervous smile at Taehyung way and mouthed the younger guy to comply to Yoongi’s request before things turned even sour.

Releasing Seul immediately from his embrace, Seul inhaled a deep breath finally feeling the oxygen being sucked inside properly hitting her lungs.

“Hyung are you alright?” Taehyung blinked innocently.

Ignoring the younger guy’s question, he marched towards Seul giving the girl no chance to breath and crashed his lips against her ‘WHAT THE HELL. THIS THE THIRD KISS’ Seul screamed in her head desperately.

“HYUNG!” Taehyung and Hoseok yelled in fear.

“MIN YOO-YAH” she mumbled between kisses and as soon as she parted her lips, Yoongi deepened the kisses not caring the protest that he received from the floor. He had enough watching Seul with other guys. That one time with Jimin ticked him off, however he was still in denial with his feelings for Seul.

Now, seeing how Taehyung acting all cosy with her, Yoongi really had enough. He needed to make it clear to everyone that she is his.

“HYUNG YOU ARE HURTING HER!” said Hoseok.

It was exhausting to fight Min Yoongi, she would never win when it came to him. Yoongi pulled away staring at her reddened lips with a smirk “I marked her, remember that” he muttered against her lips, holding onto her body close to his.

Taehyung cringed at the sight still in dazed, he exchanged a wary glance with Hoseok and before he could ask further, Yoongi had already pulled Seul out from the room.  Leaving shook Hoseok and Taehyung, Hoseok palmed the wall behind him gulping the heavy lump on his throat.

“What was that….” Hoseok breathed out.

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[nyxdelanuit]

A Dream In Red Ch18

A03

You had to admit, you felt a little guilty walking back to the dorms arm-in-arm with Kaminari. Especially when you saw your favorite redhead waiting nervously outside your building. You were lucky you had the foresight to tuck his present into some of the other bags you had gathered throughout the day.

Kirishima was a storm of emotions as you approached. The spicy tang of his jealousy and anger was only enriched by the subtle flavors of his relief. Kaminari unhooked your arms apprehensively, although he had enjoyed teasing his friend, he didn’t truly want to anger him. You took a step closer to Kirishima, Kaminari waiting behind you.

“So what, do you just not understand what bed rest means?” You flinched a bit at the anger that seeped into his words. “And you!” He pointed at Kaminari, “What were you thinking? What if something had happened while you were out? No one knew where she was!” You were torn between placating your friend and being angry that he didn’t seem to let you make your own decisions.

He opened his mouth to continue airing his grievances against Kaminari, but you just step closer. You placed a hand on his chest, not as warmly as you usually do.

“First of all, I’m the one who messaged Kaminari, so don’t be an ass. I probably would have wandered off even if he didn’t show up. Be glad I took someone with me. Secondly, am I just crazy or am I not an adult? I can make my own decisions, even if they end up being bad ones.” You didn’t have it in you to keep being upset. You were just feeling tired.

Kirishima cursed softly and took a step back. He ran a hand through his hair roughly, turning back to you. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.” He didn’t look happy about it. You knew he felt compelled to protect you, but you refused to let your boundaries get disrespected as Inasa had done.

Seeing him relent, you softened your heart. Your hand ran over his shoulder, further calming him. He shot you a small smile, but you still saw the hardness in his eyes as he looked towards Kaminari. You shot the blond a wave, walking past the two men. Your bed was calling.

Morning brought you some relief. With a salve still shining on your skin, you were able to stretch without wincing at the dull pain in your ribs. You still had a day off of class, but that did not mean you wanted to lounge about another day. You dressed yourself in baggy clothes, trying to keep them from sticking to your skin as the salve absorbed into your sickly colored bruises. Everyone else had already left for their morning classes, and you took your time starting your day.

You left your bag in your dorm, only taking a wallet and keys with you. It wouldn’t do you any good to push yourself today and let everyone think you needed more time to heal. The walk to campus was quiet, the early summer birds and bugs providing a calming background. It would have been eerie if you hadn’t heard the murmuring of classes once you entered the buildings.

A quick rap on the door and you let yourself into Ms. Joke’s office. Even if you weren’t in class, you could still perform your student aide duties. The mint-haired pro greeted you warmly, passing you a schedule for today. As you scanned today’s appointments, you nearly groaned. It was definitely a busy first day back.

The two of you caught up shortly, waiting for the first counseling appointment for the day. All the students currently attending had signed off on your presence in their sessions, but it didn’t stop you from feeling as if you were intruding on something too intimate.

The first few sessions passed quickly, mostly follow-ups from previous appointments. You could tell Ms. Joke was passionate about the mental health of the pupils under her. It wasn’t unusual to see a familiar face from your class. Still, you weren’t expecting someone so familiar so soon.

Tetsutetsu meekly peeked around the door. He met your eyes, more bashful than you had grown accustomed to.

“Hey, Tetsu.” You gave him a soft smile, ushering him into the room. Ms. Joke sat on a plush armchair across from the couch you sat Tetsutetsu on. You picked another armchair next to the couch, not knowing if Tetsu wanted you to keep a professional air about this.

You were glad he took your advice to talk to Ms. Joke about the guilt he was feeling for your match earlier in the week. Both you and Joke had tried to reason against his guilt, to no avail.

“Tetsu, I’m proud of your quick thinking and even quicker action. I was trying to get in your head and you were able to keep me out and take me down. Granted, I still won, but if it had been only me…” He sighed and you tore yourself away from that tangent.

“When you’re fighting against villains, you can’t feel guilty about when you stop them. You also can’t drop everything when someone you care about gets hurt. That’s how people die.” Ms. Joke’s voice was soft but stern. It was a lesson all heroes had to take to heart, “You have to assess each situation. Make sure that all danger has been taken care of, you are our front line. We have support heroes for a reason. Once you can be sure that no danger will come to civilians and your fellow pro-heroes, then you can start assisting the support heroes. You can only let yourself fuss and worry after all that is over.” You could tell Tetsu understood what she was saying logically, but it didn’t assuage his guilt marring his face. He felt the couch dip next to him, and your hand soft upon his arm.

“May I?” You said quietly, glancing over to Ms. Joke for her approval as well. Tetsu gave you a soft nod, and Joke made no move to stop you. Tetsu followed your breathing, exhaling alongside you as he let you slip into his thoughts. You made no effort to make his abstract thoughts more concrete, instead, focusing on sharing yours. Your feelings of calmness, clarity, and no ill-will toward your friend. You touched your head to his, your breaths mingling as you tried to console his gnawing feelings, urging a wave of contentedness to flow between the two of you.

You heard a sniff from across the room, pulling you out of your headspace. You had known Joke long enough to realize when she could no longer stand being so serious. Tetsu opened his eyes, not knowing when they had fell shut, and quickly pushed you from his head.

“You’re just so sweet. I swear you’re going to give me cavities.” Ms. Joke cooed at you, distracting you from the red sheen on Tetsu’s face. “I’m so proud of my little girl.” Ms. Joke sprung up, wrapping you up in her arms.

“I’m not your daughter, Emi.” You whined, causing Joke to shush you.

“It’s Ms. Joke when there are students in the room, kiddo.” She giggled. Joke led the three of you through some breathing- and giggling- exercises to ease the tension that had grown in the room.

“Hey, so do you want to sit in on Fatgum’s class? That’s where I’m off to next.” Tetsu shouted over his shoulder, half-way out the door. Ms. Joke nudged you toward the door, as much of a dismissal as you would get. You nodded to the silvery boy, threading your fingers through his as you followed out the door.

Ms. Joke watched the door swing shut behind them, scoffing to herself. “Oh, Joke, I can read minds and know people’s feeelings.” She chuckled to herself. “She’s still so oblivious when it’s about her.” She smiled gently, running her fingers over a small frame with Aizawa’s picture. “Just like someone else I know.”

You sat to the side of the gym as people filed in for class. Fatgum was happy to see you, as always. He offered you a candy as you got comfortable, the small strawberry sweet spreading throughout your senses. It was so distracting that you almost missed the smoldering smokiness of Kirishima’s anger as he spotted you, chatting with Tetsu. You quickly snapped your eyes to him, making his step falter. You quickly excused yourself with a brush of your hand on Tetsu’s arm. Class hadn’t started yet, so you were easily able to pull Kirishima to the side without drawing attention.

You weren’t even sure what to say to him. He knew he shouldn’t be angry at his friend any longer, but feelings weren’t logical. How do you fight against something with no logic? Instead, your hand drifted to the faded bruise on Kirishima’s cheek, and your lips followed after. You felt him freeze up underneath your touch. It hurt to see his reaction to something toeing the line of friendliness, cementing your worry at your growing feelings. You swallowed the hurt for later, smiling up at your best friend.

“Kick some ass for me today, Kiri.” You gave him another small smile before escaping to Fatgum’s observation table. You sat behind the table, ready to watch with Fatgum. You watched in confusion as Fatgum wandered the gym, pairing people and sending them off. The group shrunk as pairs wandered to sectioned off areas, stretching and engaging in light sparring. Two people were left standing, motionless and refusing to meet each other's eyes.

“Alright, boys. Go at it.” Your eyes widened in surprise as Fatgum sunk into the seat next to you. Kirishima and Tetsutetsu seemed to share your surprise as they tensed on the other side of the table. Fatgum motioned in front of him with a hand, “Well, get started.” The boys wandered a bit further from the table, facing each other awkwardly.

You turned to Fatgum, about to protest, but a harsh sound drew your attention. You weren’t sure who struck out first, but Kirishima and Tetsutetsu were currently locked against each other. They struggled against each other before parting. There was barely a moment between their blows, their movement fueled by their raging emotions. It was quickly becoming a battle of attrition, neither giving the other the chance to land a solid blow. It almost hurt to watch them go so hard against each other, especially against the stark background of the other students sparring lazily.

Each hit and Kirishima seemed to grow sharper, his jabs hitting harder. Tetsutetsu seemed to have a harder time keeping his energy up. You were sure it was due to all the guilt he had been carrying that week. Anxiety had been building as you watched, keeping you on the edge of the seat. You wondered in passing why Fatgum hadn’t stopped this spar, it didn’t seem like this was helping either of the boys you had become so close to. Then he didn’t have to.

Tetsutetsu moved to fall back, but Kirishima followed, sending a jab straight to the metallic boy’s body. As Tetsutetsu recoiled from the unanticipated attack, Kirishima followed up with a hook straight into his face. The metal covering his face cracked, and Tetsutetsu fell back, raising his arms to yield.

To your surprise, Kirishima reached out an arm to help Tetsu to his feet, a smile on both boys’ faces. Fatgum stood and made his way over to them.

“Feel better?” He grunted. They nodded, almost in unison, and Fatgum gave both of them a soft knock on the head. “Good, next time leave your feelings outside of class.” He dismissed them and fell back into his chair.

“Wait, so that’s it? All that brooding and all they needed was to punch it out?” You cried out, incredulous. Fatgum chuckled with a nod.

“For how sensitive they are, they still work things out through actions. Not that you didn’t help too.” His eye slid to your face. “Don’t think I didn’t see you try to placate them both before class.” You flushed with embarrassment and shrugged. “You just keep being yourself, makin’ this world a little brighter.” You nodded, not quite meeting his eyes. He dismissed you for the day, reminding you to take it easy lest the boys become more overprotective.

You approached the boys as they spoke near the gym doors. As they saw you, their conversation became less boisterous and animated, but the looks on their faces softened to the grins you were used to seeing. That was how you found yourself being escorted back to the dorms, one boy on each arm. You basked in the glow of familiarity between the two men on either side of you as if the past two days had never occurred. They did, however, still fuss over you like a child.

“Come on, darling, just spend the rest of the day in the dorms, for us?” Kiri smiled down at you. You were upset at how well that worked against you. You didn’t answer, just jutted out your bottom lip in a childish pout. If they were going to treat you like a child, surely you had grounds to act like one.

“Yeah, don’t make us worry any more than we already have! All you gotta do is kick your feet up and chill for a few hours.” Tetsu chimed in. Now that they had reconciled, they focused their efforts on making sure you took your downtime seriously. You sighed in thanks as the dorm doors came within sight, slipping your hands from the arms that had caged them in. As you went to shelter yourself within the doors, away from prying eyes and pleading voices, a hand caught yours.

Kirishima turned you to face him, your joined hands falling between you. His free hand rose to your chin, tilting your face up to meet his eyes.

“Please, darling. A few hours cooped up here and then I’ll let you do whatever you want with me when I get back. I’ll even pick up some takeout on the way in.” You felt your face growing warm under his hand, and warmth pooled in your stomach. He could have stopped at the word darling and you would have agreed. You nodded softly, not trusting your voice.

This was not the closest you had been to him by far, why did this time seem to hold more weight? More emotion at the very least. You let your head wander instead of focusing on how close he was and how easy it would be to lean up and-

And his lips met your forehead, almost like an afterthought. “Thank you, Princess. We’ve gotta run now, I’ll see you tonight.” You watched, almost stunned as Kirishima and Tetsu ran off, almost certainly late for their next class. Softly touching your forehead, his words repeated in your head. Your face grew hotter, had he meant for his words to be so… suggestive?

Your legs worked on autopilot as you made your way into the dorms. You made a beeline for the common area, intent on collapsing on one of the couches for the time being. With a huff, you vaulted yourself over the back of a couch, instantly colliding with another body. You scrambled back into the arm of the couch, trying to give your unwilling cushion some space.

“Now, dove, I usually don’t mind being woken up with a warm body pressed against me, but that was a little rough for my liking.” A tired voice groaned out, sparking almost as much recognition as his soft lavender locks.

“I’m so sorry, Shinsou. If I knew you were crashing here, I never would have catapulted myself onto your back.” You helped him up into a more comfortable position as your fretted over him. He accepted your help before waving you off, clearly more irritated than injured.

“It’s fine, I probably shouldn’t make a habit out of taking naps in unfamiliar places, lest I end up like that old man.” He smiled, seemingly at a memory of his. With a shake of his head, he focused back on you.

You narrowed your eyes at him, realization dawning across your features, “What are you doing here, Shinsou? It’s the middle of the week.” He huffed a chuckle at you as your body leaned toward him, questioning. His finger pressed against your forehead, pushing you back into the couch.

“Ouch, Princess, first you jump me and then don’t even allow me to recuperate before interrogating me. I’m hurt.” He grinned at you, now invading your space as you had done to him. Warmth spread across your face, surely you were vibrant red. “Cat got your tongue, Princess?” He smirked before allowing some distance between your bodies. “My classes got canceled for the rest of the week. Seems like there was some sort of emergency that requested a large part of the hero staff. I checked in, but they said my quirk wouldn’t be beneficial to… whatever it is that’s going on.” He sunk into the couch with a sigh, “So I decided to come waste some time here. Our little Pikachu told me that you also had some free time on your hands. I thought maybe I could finally get some one-on-one time with the resident baby of the group.” He shot you a tired wink.

You huffed, “I think I’m older than some of you.” Even as you said it, you couldn’t help but think you did sound childish. He shook his head softly.

“Being baby is not about age. Anyways, I bet you’re feeling a little pent up after a few days down. Wanna play around with our quirks?” His smile turned sinister, and you couldn’t help but mirror it. You and Shinsou had met up quite a few times with the rest of the group, but you knew enough to keep your mouth closed after a declaration like that.

Knowing he would be prepared, you dove into his mind. You didn’t bother holding back, as this wasn’t true training and no one would be actively attacking you. You were unsure if it was due to his quirk, but his mental fortitude was unlike any you had seen before. He had let you in enough to communicate but his mind was built in an almost labyrinthine pattern. Most people had their one wall to either break or scale, but brute force would not work on Shinsou’s mind.

It was a back and forth between the two of you, your eyes hazy and unfocused as you meandered through his maze. It would be easy to traverse if it was anyone other than Shinsou, all you needed to get further was to get him to open up and talk.

The last time you had gathered as a group, Shinsou had brought up an interesting theory. He wondered if he could take control of your mind while communicating through his. You were unsure, but while you poked around in his head you couldn’t help wondering yourself. You were too competitive to let him win easily if it were true. So you gave as little as you could, still asking enough to get through the gaps in his defenses. You never truly responded.

“Come on, Kitten, give me something to work with.” You heard his voice echo in your head, the remnants of heat on your face rekindling at the unfamiliar pet name. Unlike you, Shinsou had the advantage of sight, watching the red bloom across your cheeks. “Oh, sweet thing, is that your weakness? I should have caught on earlier. Although…” You felt the spicy-sweet of mischievousness roll across your senses.

“It doesn’t quite hit the same from me, does it?” You knew the smirk Shinsou would have across his face. “No, you always show the cutest faces when Kirishima calls you sweet things.” You felt yourself shiver as Kirishima’s name rolled off Shinsou’s tongue in the most seductive voice you’ve ever heard from the boy.

It startled you as you heard Kirishima’s voice inside Shinsou's head, but you shouldn’t have been surprised. Shinsou had worked with his voice modifier enough that it was basically part of him. “What was it again? Princess, Buttercup, Dove, no…” The sick excitement you felt sent a chill through your veins.

“No, it was Darling. My darling princess, won’t you answer me?” You bit your lip to stop yourself from replying, but that didn’t stop your mind. It came from you unbidden, a simple muttering.

“Kiri…” The comfortable wave of being separated from your mind washed over you. It felt like floating, but you could still observe from outside of your body.

“Come here, Princess,” Shinsou ordered with a smirk. You watched as your body crawled across the couch and onto his lap, Shinsou adjusting you to straddle his lap. You felt a dazed embarrassment, you had been this close to Shinsou before, but usually after a few drinks. You watched as he pulled your head down near his, placing your head on his shoulder. His breath was warm on your ear, but it was a faint sensation to you. You could live blissfully under his mind control.

“I know your secret, Princess. You were trying to get into my mind, but I think I got into yours.” You felt his smile more than you saw it. “You’re in love, aren’t you. You keep trying to fight it, but you can’t hide it from me.” You would normally feel shocked or anxious at his words, but you couldn’t find the will to do more than numbly exist in the throes of his quirk.

You must have been wandering Shinsou’s mind for longer than you thought because the squad was starting to filter in through the door. Shinsou’s smile widened against your hair.

“Oh, hey… guys…” You heard Kirishima’s voice filter through the fog. You watched for a moment as he took in the sight of you sitting on Shinsou’s lap. Kaminari joined him shortly, his mouth stretched into a thin line.

“Hey, guys. We were just playing a little game between two mind people. Don’t mind us.” Shinsou gave you a tap on the thigh. “Princess, why don’t you go show Kirishima how much you missed him.” He grinned wildly at you as your body moved on its own. Your cloudy eyes passed over Kaminari, who looked more exasperated than upset, and move swiftly to Kirishima’s side. Your arms hung numbly around his neck as your face neared his. He wrapped you in his arms reflexively. At the last moment, Kirishima moved his head to glare at Shinsou, causing your hypnotized kiss to land just under his jaw.

Kirishima’s arms tightened around you, and you felt a deep rumble from his chest. His arms tightened to the point of pain on your bruised ribs and you swiftly broke from Shinsou’s control. With a squeak from you, Kirishima released you from your hold as you whipped around to Shinsou.

“That was a dirty trick!” You squealed, launching yourself onto his back.

“No tricks here, Kitten.” He laughed as you tried to drag him to the ground. “Plus, now we know that my theory is correct. Which means you have to be more careful in people’s heads.” His talk sobered you up a bit as you thought of the repercussions of this experiment. Before you could get too into your head thinking about it, the conflicting flavors of the emotions stewing around you pulled you to your friends.

“Well next time, maybe don’t make me sit all over you. I think someone got jealous.” You gave him a wicked smirk and pushed him into Kaminari. It was a sweet satisfaction as you saw both boys flush. Before he could retaliate, you grabbed onto Kirishima’s arm. “Now if you’ll excuse me, someone promised that we could do anything I wanted tonight. And takeout.” You quickly pulled Kirishima to the elevator and out of sight of the rest of the group.

[thecrystalauthor]

For All of Us [Part 6]

Chao and Jane sat in her kitchen. The small granite island was the perfect place for practicing magic, or so Chao said. Chao sat a small candle in between the two of them, and Jane shifted uncomfortably as Chao placed his hands on hers. “Now although this is simple magic, it’s still dangerous. So just stay calm and you’ll be ok.” Jane nodded. Chao snapped his finger back like a lighter, and carefully lit the candle. “Close your eyes,” Chao commanded. Jane followed the order and flinched as she felt Chao gently picked up her hands. He was surprisingly careful, Jane noted. Jane wondered if he'd done this before. If he had practiced being calm, the god of being crazy, to soothe his summoners. She felt herself smile at this, and just like a shot at the doctor, it was over in a second. Jane felt her hands grow warm, and she couldn't help but peek. Her hands were directly in the fire. Her immediate reaction was to jerk back, but she only twitched, as Chao was still holding her. Jane pulled her hands from Chao, but remained in the fire. It didn't hurt. She rubbed her fingers together in the flames, enjoying the warmth. As she pulled farther away from the fire, it swished and turned a dull purple color. Jane stared, mesmerized at the flames she was holding. Chao smiled and leaned back in his chair. Watching a summoner perform magic the first time was always one of his favorite memories. They just looked so awestruck, like a little kid first seeing fireflies, or getting their first puppy. Chao propped his head up with his third arm, waiting to see how long it would take for Jane to move. Aside from blinking, it took 3 minutes and 27 seconds. He counted. After that she carefully started moving the flames. First just separating her hands, then trying to pass it from hand to hand. She tried moving it up her arm, and shooting it off her finger like a gun. Chao watched, amused, as the summoner played. She finally got the hang of it, moving the fire all on her own, letting it glide across the counter without so much as a touch. Jane smiled, giddy and giggling. Chao sighed and felt the blocks around his cheeks twitch slightly as they warmed up. He couldn't help it. She smiled like kid on Christmas, childlike wonder dancing on her face, her eyes lit up like emeralds, and her hair falling messily around her shoulders as she practically laid on the table, whipping small sparks into the air. Jane finally looked up at Chao, the lavender glow framing her face. “Good job Jane,” the monster praised. Jane smiled. She was technically an adult, so it wasn't too often she got genuine praise. She couldn't stop. She tried throwing fire and lighting candles from afar. She kept going and kept going. That is until she crashed.

Chao looked over at Jane. She had passed out on the couch. Magic takes more energy than most summoners first realize. He stepped closer to her, and gently picked her up. He had to be particularly careful, going from a couch to hard wood would often be jarring enough to wake people up. Jane however, Chao was relieved to find, was a very heavy sleeper. He carried her to her bedroom and laid her down. He pulled off her eyepatch and headband, but didn't bother with her clothes. He laid her blankets over her, and left her to sleep. “Goodnight Jane,” he whispered as he closed the door behind him.

Jane smelled food. She was barely awake, yet she was sure someone was cooking. She flung herself out of bed, and changed into her weekend clothes, sweatpants and a band t-shirt. She peeked out of her bedroom to see Chao juggling two pans and several bowls as he danced around the kitchen. “Good morning!” He sang out. Even Jane, who despised mornings more than anyone, found herself smiling at his enthusiasm. As she stepped fully into her kitchen, she noticed the burners burned with a deep purple fire instead of the normal orange one. “Hungry?” Chao grinned. “Yeah,” Jane admitted. “Good! You’re cooking!” Chao released his grip on the flames and they roared to life; Jane flung herself towards the burner, desperately trying to hold back the fire with the magic she’d learned the previous night. Chao stood to her side grabbing the second pan. “Not bad summoner,” Chao teased. “You’re a dick!” Jane laughed. Chao grinned and flicked his pan, helping to sauté the vegetables and eggs within. Jane cracked her knuckles and flipped the pancakes in her pan, causing the fire to burst up as she jerked her hand. “Not so easy, huh?” Chao leaned over, nudging her with his third elbow. “Nope,” Jane stepped in, barely an inch from the monster's face, making him lean back slightly, “and Chao?” He simply stared at her. “Your eggs are burning.”

After the fiasco Chao and Jane finished cooking their breakfast. Just in time for lunch. The duo sat on the couch, actually having made a decent sized meal, and ate. Jane turned on the TV and they just sat together. Jane had to admit, when she tried to summon a demon, she hadn't expected him to be like this. Chao sat propping his legs up on the table like he owned the place. Yeah, he was as cocky as a stereotypical demon, but he was different too. She felt herself lean on him from the exhaustion of cooking. Jane had been sitting hunched over her food. If not for her lazy ponytail she had put in whilst cooking, she’d be draping her hair in her food. Chao wondered how such an edgy little pre-adult could wall herself off so much. He couldn’t help but be surprised as she leaned on him. Humans rarely find solace in the company of monsters. Of course there are often exceptions. He himself- well... Giuliana and Pia were lovers after all. Chao gently laid his head on top of Jane’s. “Sooo,” Jane began, “What’s our next mission? Giant cheese demon?” Jane crammed some of her omelette in her mouth. “Cheese demon?” Chao smiled. “I don’t know,” Jane took another bite, “My omelette had cheese in it, and I don’t know man.” Chao smiled. “I figured we would try a few more light hearted missions before anything too serious.” “Serious?” Jane looked up at Chao, who suddenly focused more on his food than her. “Well yes,” he began, “summoners do have a job after all.” “What kinda job? Do I have to free more monsters like Giuliana?” “Not really,” Chao sat up, moving to lean on the other end of the couch, “While I'm sure there are more trapped monsters, I don't know of any, no a summoner's job is almost more political than anything.” “What? Booo,” Jane frowned, clearly unimpressed. Chao shifted slightly. “I know it doesn't sound so impressive,” Chao admitted, “but humans are violent creatures. If you want to do much of anything, we need to get to the point humans won't shoot me for just existing.” “People have shot you?” Jane turned to fully face him. “Well yes, but it's more an inconvenience than anything. I just need to replace pieces. Honestly, it's you I worry about. Humans don't know how to kill monsters, but you, they can and will hurt you.” Jane shrunk back in her seat. “You know first hand how scared humans get when it comes to monsters,” Chao looked down at Jane who looked almost sick, “don't worry too much Jane, I'll do anything I can to protect you. We all will.” “What if I can't do it?” Jane looked up at Chao, she'd never been responsible for anything anywhere near this important before. She felt a knot growing in her guts. “Well,” Chao gently placed his hand on Jane’s shoulder, “No one else ever has. Finish your breakfast. Then we'll talk.” He stood and paced around the apartment. “Chao you're kinda giving me mixed signals here, is this serious or not?” Jane forced herself to take another bite of her omelette. “It is,” Chao let his body shift to one side, his pieces sliding apart before he pulled them back, “but not just yet. No one is suspicious of you, so you're safe, until the authorities can tie us together you'll be just fine.” Jane furrowed her brow, pushing eggs around her plate. Chao walked over behind her and draped his arms around her. “You're making it pretty hard to eat,” Jane teased, struggling to hold up her fork. “You weren't eating anyway,” Chao stole the bite of egg of Jane’s fork, and Jane shoved him away, getting a little to flustered to let him keep going. “Chao I'm gonna go to bed for a little bit,” Jane pushed her plates onto the table and stood. “But you just got up,” Chao looked at her, but she didn't look back. “Yeah,” she shrugged slightly, but continued to her room.

Chao turned on the TV once Jane had left. He never much cared for news, but he had to be sure.

Reports are coming in from West Centensburg of a robbery at the Historian’s Museum of Art. Several pieces were either destroyed, or are outright missing. Police say they have few suspects, but the main eyewitnesses aren't much help. Unfortunately none could be interviewed at this time, as it seems they are all very shaken up over the events, and can't recollect their stories.

In other a mews, a new kitten has been adopted in-

*Click* Chao turned the TV off again and sighed. He should've been more careful and he knew it. Chao walked over and gently opened Jane's bedroom door. “Jane?” Chao took a step in, “I just wanna ask you something real quick, can you just sit up?” Jane did as she was told, but still didn't look towards the monster. “I have something for you,” he bribed. Jane turned slightly as Chao moved a large piece on his chest and jammed his arm in the hole that was left. As Jane stared at him in horror and awe he ripped out a small group of blocks that formed a small heart shape. Chao held it in one hand while another pulled his eye off his face. He gently grabbed the edge of his snake like pupil and pulled it out like a long thread. He cut it with his third hand, put his eye back with his second, and threaded the heart onto the “string” like a pendant. As his final act, Chao held out the necklace to Jane, who reluctantly took it. “Um, thanks. I guess??” Jane looked up at Chao who smiled sheepishly. “I know you aren't a fan of me watching you, put I figured we could make this exception. I'm going home for a moment, and I'll need to be able to talk to you so you can open the door again when I'm finished.” “Why don't I just go with you? Can I only open the door from this side?” Jane tied the necklace around her neck and let it lay with her others. “No, you can, it’s just, you need to rest and think. Plus, I'm not sure you're ready to visit home,” Chao laid a hand on Jane’s shoulder, helping her lay back down. Jane nods lightly, and rolls over in her bed. Chao lays a hand her side, smoothing out the blankets before he steps out. As he walks down to the basement, he takes a moment to enjoy this place before he goes home. As if he fears that if he leaves, he'll never return again. It was always hard going home for the first time after just coming back, but it was necessary. Chao ran his hand over the door, before carefully stepping through. Chao stepped in the door. To home. His home specifically. He looked around his familiar basement and felt himself cringe slightly at this would be the first part of home Jane would see. He forced himself to keep moving. As he hurried through his front door he looked to the modest home beside his. Just in case. Chao thought.

Jane felt her hand keep brushing over Chao’s pendant as she tried to rest. It was a new thing she wasn't used to, so over and over she felt her fingers trace it’s cool surface. He quite literally gave you his heart. Her half asleep mind informed her. It’s not like that, it's just a symbol. Jane bickered back at herself, rolling over. She sat up, unable to rest. Even before Chao left she couldn't rest, she had to much on her mind. Her eye that wasn't blanketed under a fake eyepatch gazed along the paths on her carpet. The carpet that sat above her basement. Barely thinking of it at all she stood and started walking. This was a feeling Jane was used to, it almost always led her to her fridge’s door, or occasionally the bathroom’s. This time though, after her feet stopped moving she stood face to face with the door in the basement. Her hand gently glided over it’s one side, as if pondering whether or not she was going to do what she thought she was going to do. There really wasn't any question though. There hadn't been ever since Chao told her not to.

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Embracing Darkness

Alright, so, here it is. Boy even though the outline came to me like breathing, actually writing the thing out was a little hard. I haven’t written much Dark or Yandere so it was an experience balancing out my personal interpretation with those that I’ve seen on Tumblr and AO3. Took a lot of inspiration from @alcordraws, of course.

Including the idea for the fic itself. So go give them some love! It's gonna revolve primarily around Yandere and Dark, with cameos from the other egos. Though third person, just a heads up that the POV will be switching from chapter to chapter between the two, just so we can get a clue as to what exactly is going on in their heads. ;)

Without further ado, let’s get this crazy train rolling!

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Chapter 1: Discovery

Dark liked to think of himself as astute. Observant. Well aware of not only his surroundings, but those occupying them. It was a key aspect of being a manipulator. If he didn't have a grasp on all the details, every last puzzle piece, then that left room for surprises. The unexpected. Things that could trip up his charm and psychological cues and alert his target to the truth.

Yet, it took him an exhorbitantly unusual amount of time to realize something was off about one of his own egos. The beings who lived and worked at Egos, Inc.; seeking to maintain their respective footholds in their creator's community and avoid simply fading out of existence.

Granted, the ego in question had always been difficult to read. He wasn't predictable like the rest of them. His emotions, personality and goals all tended fluctuate wildly from one given moment to the next. Just when Dark thought he had the ego figured out, he'd switch on a dime for seemingly no reason at all. Sometimes Dark wondered if the ego was even more unpredictable than Wilford Warfstache himself. Now that was a terrifying thought.

No, Yandereplier was certainly one of the more volatile, malleable egos. It wouldn't be such a big deal, were it not for just how unstable the ego was. Try as they might to understand his triggers and avoid them like the plague, something new would inevitably set Yandere off. Understandably, that meant most of the egos gave him a very wide berth. Not that he seemed to mind.

Dark was not one of those egos. Dangerous or not, Dark didn't fear any of his fellow creations. Fear was a form of control, and admitting to or showing the emotion would give that control to whoever dared cause it. Dark would never allow it. He was in control. He controlled himself, his aura, the building and all the egos within it. He'd worked far too hard to let anyone pry that iron grip from his icy hands. That included Yandere.

However, something seemed more and more "off" about the ego with every instance of their meeting. Yandere was never invited to the board room, but he occupied the same building as Dark. They were bound to cross paths even if Dark preferred the cool, shadowed sanctity of his office.

Most often, it was a quick exchange in the numerous hallways. Occasionally, they'd be taking a meal in the break room at the same time. Yandere never stopped by to visit Dark, and Dark reciprocated that decision.

Recently, however, some of the egos had been calling "family meetings," of a sort. Dark would always scoff at the term, seeing as they were about the farthest thing from a family that a group of people could get. Yet he attended the droll things anyway just to make certain they weren't plotting anything against him, and to be sure no one died. It always tended to be chaos when more than a few egos got together in the same room.

Apparently, during these meetings grievances and ideas were meant to be aired out for group opinion and approval or dismissal. It was supposed to help stop unnecessary conflicts and arguments which tore threw parts of the building and would leave it in shambles. Dark hardly cared; he only listened for the information.

These meetings were what truly tipped him off to Yandere's odd behavior.

They didn't use the board room for these. They would gather outside if the day was nice, or in the break room, or occasionally one of the nice sitting rooms that came with the building. Once or twice the meeting was even hosted in the studio. This meant the egos could lounge wherever they pleased, with whomever they pleased. There were no real rules and it became quite clear very quickly which egos got along with each other.

The Googs would always form their tight knit square in a corner. Bing would be nearby with Bop at his shoulder. Silver, Ed, Dr. Iplier and King would form an amalgamous sort of band and clump into pairs or one big group depending on their moods. Bim hovered near Wilford, always, with the Jims close behind. Host obediently sat at Dark's right wherever he happened to be. Artiplier and Yandere were the odd ones. Sometimes they'd be off on their own, sometimes they would be huddled together, and sometimes Artie would decide he wanted to be near the Host for a meeting.

Inexplicably, when this happened, Yandere would sit on Dark's other side. He wasn't sure if Yandere was simply protective of Artie or feeling left out, but so long as the ego left him alone he didn't mind.

Dark had to wonder if the subtlety of the changes were the reason it took him so long to catch on. Yandere had various ticks and warning signs to him, but it required paying severe attention to every little twitch and blink. Dark didn't have the patience for that sort of thing when he'd much rather be absorbing details about the egos he could control.

Yet when Yandere began to twitch and fidget anxiously beside him during a particularly long and boring meeting, Dark decided it was time to delve into this peculiarity. At least it would be entertaining. Calling upon his most soothing voice, Dark probed at the younger ego with his aura while he spoke at a low volume. No need to disturb the proceedings. "Are you alright?"

Yandere flinched, head jerking to the side in a manner that looked almost painful. When he glanced to Dark, his eyes were wide; pupils shrunk down to the point it was a wonder he could see anything at all. The smile on his mouth was beyond strained. "Oh! Yami. Yes, I'm fine. Just a little tired from studying for my exams, ha HA ha HA ha...."

Dark slowly quirked a brow. Yandere's voice, while still sugary sweet, was clearly as tense as the rest of him. The words sounded forced past his teeth and his laugh wasn't the "adorable" giggle it tended to be. No, everything about the young ego beside him screamed "unhinged." Dark prodded a bit harder, attempting to ascertain the cause. "I know you must study hard. Are you sure there isn't anything else? Anything that might be... bothering you? Making you uncomfortable?" His dark eyes settled on Yandere's hands; his fingers twisting and tugging at his pleated skirt. "You're fidgeting."

Yandere burst out an uncomfortable laugh at that, immediately removing his hands from the garment entirely. The sound drew a glance or two from the nearest egos but for the most part went ignored. Outbursts from Yandere were nothing new. "Am I? Oh. Maybe I had too much caffeine this morning. It always gets me so excited, ne!"

Dark wanted to grimace at the contrivity of it all. He understood what it was like to try containing emotions that eventually burst forth from a cracked shell, but Yandere was terrible at it. Host's muttered narrations at his back had changed tune, and in his peripheral he noticed Artie was no longer paying attention to the meeting. He seemed concerned. Dark made a mental note and pressed on. His understanding of the situation was deepening. "You don't seem excited. You appear nervous, Yandere. Am I... making you uncomfortable?"

He leaned further into the ego's space, pressing down with his aura. Yandere had never shown fear towards Dark before, but maybe something had changed. It felt like the power he pushed at Yandere just kept going. Rather than stopping and ensnaring or engulfing the ego, it simply... drained away. Disappeared somewhere. Dark didn't like it. "You can be honest. I'll move, if you like."

Yandere's muscles were growing more tense with each passing second. He was crumpling, slumping beneath Dark's looming posture but not leaning away from him. He wasn't showing apprehension, but the anxiety was still there. Dark's ego was doing its job- or at least, he believed it was. Yandere's next words were forced past gritted teeth. "Yami, you don't scare me. I'm fine. I just... I just think I need some air! It's too stuffy in here, ha HA ha...." The corner of his mouth dipped into a steep, nearly pained frown.

"Yandere..." Dark weedled just a bit more of his power forward. He needed to know where it was going. He could feel the Host at his back, debating an interruption. Artie was poised with feet flat on the ground and hands on his chair. Even Wilford, across the room, was beginning to shoot Dark squinty-eyed looks. He'd have to back off soon. His icy fingers touched Yandere's quivering arm. "I don't think-"

Abruptly and without warning, Yandere gave an ear-piercing wail. Immediately, any ongoing conversations ceased and all eyes whipped around towards the source. Several of the egos were cringing away or still covering their ears. Dark felt a rush of energy slam into him with enough force to push him back away from Yandere, giving him the space he needed to leap up. Behind him, Host folded over on himself and Artie toppled out of his chair. A quick glance at Wilford showed the ego resting twitching fingers on the gun at his belt.

Yandere stood, every last muscle in his body pulled taut like a rubber band. His arms stuck out to either side, fingers splayed and crooked into unsettling positions. As if they itched for a knife, or to wrap around someone's delicate neck. His head twitched ceaselessly to one side while he stared with wide, crazed eyes at the rest of the room. His mouth was pulled tight into an unreadable expression.

Dark could feel the power rolling off of Yandere in waves and for one of the few times in his existence, he was stunned. He could feel how his own aura tinged the energy flowing out of Yandere and his curiosity was instantly piqued. He stared with the rest of them, wondering what the snapped ego would do now.

Yandere heaved several ragged breaths through his teeth. The muscles in his face were all screwed up tight but he didn't seem to have a target for his sudden aggression. His eyes flicked among the egos present before he let loose a smaller scream, storming out of the room in a flurry of skirts. He'd ripped the door half off its hinges when he exited, and he didn't bother closing it behind him.

Various egos exchanged confused, wary glances as crashes and more screams echoed back from down the hall, but they eventually gave way to silence. Wherever Yandere had gone, no one was willing to follow. Hopefully he would take his destruction outside of the building.

Bim had come over the moment he felt it safe enough to help Artie back onto his feet. They both immediately turned their attentions to Host, who assured them he was just fine. Wilford, seeing how shaken the group was, called an end to the meeting and warned them all to give Yandere some space.

A lot of space.

Then he strolled over to where Dark was still sitting, contemplating everything he'd just witnessed. He rested his hands on his hips and shot the shadowy ego a suspicious, wary look. "And just what are you smiling about? You wouldn't have anything to do with whatever all that was now would you, Darky?"

Dark glanced to the ruined door. Slowly, he clenched his hand into a fist where it rested against his leg. He could still recall that surge of raw power; how his own aura had been funneled into it without his knowing. He understood, now. He'd put the pieces together and the possibilities set the gears to turning within his mind. He tried not to look too smug as he met Wilford's withering gaze. "Of course not. He was already tense. Something must have just made him snap. You know how teenagers are, Wilford."

Yandere could feed off his aura. Yandere could feed off his aura, and apparently he didn't even know. But Dark knew. And Dark didn't plan to let the possibilities slip through his fingers.