#Bangtan Forest Series

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→ Chapter One: Blessed Under Moonlight Pairing: Jimin x Reader Other tags: Werewolf!Jimin, Witch!Reader, Shifter!Reader, Shifter!Jimin, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Jimin Genre: Supernatural!AU, Werewolf!AU, Angst, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Smut, Word Count: 19k+ Synopsis: Within the four realms of Lustra lay the Bangtan forest home to the Foxglove pack of the south and known as the “land of magic.” It is also home to the Bridd, a powerful witch from a cursed bloodline who is one of the sacred guardians of the forest. Y/N is the newest Bridd, a young girl who was given her position too early. Now a woman, Y/N is revered amongst the wolves as the most powerful witch they have ever known, but hiding under the surface is a woman who has to battle between her duty and her heart. Warnings: Cursing, panic attack, blood, self injuries, ritualistic scenes, pining, long haired jimin (this is a warning), mention of death, not much to say here A/N: Not me doing a complete overhaul of the series. Yes, it is a lot, and yes, there are a lot of changes happening, but I do think that they are good changes. This series has become more than I ever thought it would be and I wanted to make the changes I thought would line up with what I would have written back then with the knowledge that I have now- to the point that I have changed the name of the series itself. Don’t worry, nothing is changed too much. Thank you so much for reading, babes!

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It was a warm night, the gentle breeze doing little against the thick, wet air that hung around my home. Another howl echoed through the forest. Just a few more minutes. I felt the familiar itch at my ankle and quickly scratched at it before beginning to pace once more. I had to make it. They said they would wait for me. They had to. It was tradition, a tradition that they held dear, but I knew of their leader’s lack of patience. This only made my steps quicken.

For the last thousand years, my family had given their allegiance to the Gods of the Moon. It had been an act of desperation, a broken scream in the dead of the night, that had turned into a wicked curse. A generation had to pick a sacrifice, a child who would replace the old, and the next member would come along when the time was right. We were called Bridd’s, witches who were in charge of the safety of Lustra and guarded the people living in Bangtan. I was the chosen one for my family, the only girl born since my mentor, Aldara, and the youngest girl to ever feel the metal on her leg.

After Aldara’s untimely death, I had been placed in charge of the blessing ritual within the wolves’ village. It was a ceremonial occasion where they partied and danced after a long, tiring incantation process where the boys would become men. The pack was lost, and the Gods had come to me. Aldara had only been dead for six months. I was 13 when I was appointed, nothing more than a child, and I had blessed the wolves every year since. It was the only time I was allowed out of my cottage as a human.

Tonight was the celebration of Taehyung Kim’s birthday and the night he would become a man. An eighteenth birthday meant a great deal to the wolves as it marked the day one could become a warrior. Yoongi, the kitchen witch that lived deep within the trees surrounding my meadow, believed Taehyung would be nothing more than any other member of the pack. However, I had far more contact with the wolves than he did or any other witch in the forest. I was the only outsider permitted on pack land. I continued to pace. I could not be late.

Finally, I felt it. The thin, indestructible chain that kept me inside during my day began to gently tighten around my ankle. A faint, iridescent glow began to encase the silver and I felt a wave of pleasure flow through me. It was a cool sensation, and my skin was caressed by an invisible hand. The chain broke and I stepped out. It stayed open and would until I made my return at dawn. I snatched my lantern off the hook beside the door, put on my pack of magical items, slipped on my shoes, and whispered a spell to make my cottage stop doing magic. It was too draining to keep the house going while I was far away, and I would need all my stamina to get through the night. It was why I had decided against a teleportation spell and opted for meteor powder.

I heard the birds in the trees talk with one another. My friend Patto, a yellow-crowned night heron, was perched on the bird bath the pack had gifted me when I was appointed. I knew he would know if I blew him off and did not want to upset my friend. I would keep it brief and then use the powder to get to the pack quickly. I missed my wings. Patto sang a little song when he noticed me approaching.

“Human tonight?” He asked, jumping.

“It’s a man’s coming of age ceremony,” I clarified, wrapping my shawl around my head.

The winter air was crisp and nipped at my ears.

“I won’t keep you then, Y/N,” Patto took flight.

He quickly came closer, nuzzled into my cheek, and flew off into the night. He was on the hunt for prey no doubt. Patto was a spunky fellow and a wonderful hunting partner though we were often after different things. He was quite good at finding my favorite bugs.

Remembering time was of the essence, I pulled out my bag of meteor powder. It was a chalky, lavender-colored substance that was used for getting around from one place to the next. While it was less effective than an incantation or door charm, it was my best option for pack duties. I had to draw a detailed picture of where I wanted to go, something I had been working on all day in preparation along with my ritual bag, and then throw the powder onto the sheet. I took out the paper with the ritual site drawn on it and placed it on the ground, took five steps back, and threw a large handful of the powder on it. Instantly, the page lit up into a bright purple flame. I said, clearly and with conviction, the name of the place I wanted to go for good measure and hopped onto the flame.

When I opened my eyes, I was in the middle of the ritual cave. I thanked the Gods for allowing my magic to work and started to set up the cave for the ceremony. Men and women were very similar as far as what candles were needed as well as the items I needed to collect on my nightly adventures, but there were key differences. If the Earth told me one would be a beta, the process was straightforward except for the colors of paint I had to mark them with. If they were omegas, those wolves would require the witch to finely grind pearls and mix them with the paints. Anyone who was blessed earlier than eighteen needed sage to burn while I painted them. I knew that when I helped the only blessed child in the last 100 years, Jungkook. Typically, this only occurred in the pack’s noble class. Then there were alphas.

In the Foxglove pack, there were currently 3 alphas. Jung Hoseok was the pack member I spoke with the most. He was a kind, gentle spirit who kept up with trading and pack affairs. Picking up all the pack’s goods from my home was a part of that. Kim Namjoon was the voice of the people and worked closely with Ahn to ensure their concerns were met. I only ever saw him on the odd occasion Hoseok could not make the trip to the meadow. And finally, there was Park Jimin. He was the alpha I had the least amount of contact with. We had met briefly when we were children, but beyond that he was a mystery to me. Always kind and never one to speak out of turn, Jimin was beloved and sought after by many women in Foxglove. As always, the thought put a sour taste in my mouth.

After arranging my altar, I pricked my finger with my bone knife and began to draw a circle. A wolf was made to stand in the middle before I sealed it off with salt and peonies. It was a trap and stopped them from escaping. Aldara used to chain them to the rocks, it had been the tradition for decades, but I found that to be cruel. Once I was satisfied with the circle, I knew it was time for me to paint myself. As the pack’s grand witch, I was made to follow the same customs as they did. Women were to crop their hair short if they were not human and wore specific ceremonial fabrics and colors. Sol always left a fresh bralette and skirt, the same their warrior women wore, and I slipped them on easily.

Using magic, I chopped my hair into a short pixie cut and ran my fingers through the ends to pull out any loose hairs that were left behind. I could grow it back tomorrow and I was always taught to never disrespect the elders. Then it was time for the paints. The women who could shift all wore similar face paints, however, each family had different colors and symbols that represented their family. Similarly, I adopted my version of face painting. My colors were blue, red, and black representing the raven, but it changed with every Bridd. I painted my entire face navy blue before fading the black color down my forehead. After drawing the thick black mask around my eyes and a long white line down my neck, I began to fill in my chain with red.

I hummed while I did this, imitating my bird calls, and swaying my body. I needed to begin the relaxation processes and connect with the animal within me. Tuning in with my animal side helped the ceremony move along much quicker than it had in the past. I placed ruby red and orange jewels strategically across my face to form the constellation of Aquila. After putting on my ceremonial jewels and sliding off my ring, I started to cleanse the cave with herbs and spells I mumbled under my breath.

I heard people approaching the cave but ignored them. This part was too important to skip. I had to wait for Taehyung to be sealed in the circle before I could light the candles, so I let the cave stay shrouded in darkness. None of the wolves would mind and humans were forbidden from watching a blessing. It was pack law. Luna Sol was the first person to enter the cave and I kneeled on my hands and knees before going back to the cleansing. I could faintly smell their strange, dog and pine scent, but it was easy to ignore. While each one of them could distinguish one another I just knew they were wolves.

More and more wolves flooded the cave polluting the air with their scent. My prey instincts wanted me to run, my hands slightly shaking from the spikes of fear that rippled through me, but I stood my ground. I was a witch, I could do anything, and nothing scared me. Not even predators. Finally, it had gone silent. It is starting now.

“Bless this child, Y/N,” I recognized the voice as Ahn, the pack’s Chief Elder. He was a great, big white wolf when he could still shift, but now he was a small, frail-looking man with a large beard and fluffy eyebrows. “Hunc puerum fac.”

I stood slowly, careful to not make eye contact with Taehyung. He was breathing heavily with anticipation. He was going to be an alpha. I could feel it. I made quick work of sealing off the circle before finally lifting my head and lighting all the candles with a simple lift of my hand. An orange glow illuminated everyone, and I could hear the boy’s mother whispering prayers. At these ceremonies, the men and women were to strip naked so painting the symbols would be easier. I did not pay attention to his genitals and instead focused on his eyes. I began the chant.

Taehyung was quiet in comparison to the others, and I could feel the anxiety in the room. Everyone was hopeful that he would be the fourth alpha for the pack. It would place them at the top of the hierarchy in the area. A surplus of alphas meant status in the wolf world, but in a pack this size I worried it would cause issues over territory. Still, I stayed hopeful for his mother’s sake. The woman was crying now, and I could see Taehyung beginning to grow agitated. This relieved my worries. Then it came all at once.

The husky, woodsy scent of an alpha hit me harshly. Though I had done this three times already it never got easier. However, Jungkook had been the last wolf I guided through the change, and the sickeningly sweet scent that rolled off his young body made Taehyung’s feel like a gentle breeze. I could hear small exclamations of joy happening around us. The real party would be when this was over. I moved from one incantation into another seamlessly and braced myself for the fight to come.

I grabbed the bowl of white paint I had prepared and the bone knife. Silver was strictly forbidden to enter the village under any circumstance. I continued to sing and sliced the palm of my hand and dripped my blood into the bowl. I walked over to Taehyung and bravely snatched his hand. This was why I used the circle. I was able to get his hand out of the circle and when he went to attack me, he was unable to break the seal. I sliced his hand and placed the bowl under his wound. Taehyung howled in anger. He was in too high of a state to be in pain. I got away before he shifted, the large, sandy wolf snapping and snarling at me.

I got a new paint brush and made my way back to Taehyung. I used magic to force him to shift back into a man and moved him to kneel on all fours. It did not break my concentration. I drew the pack’s symbol on his back, two large trapezoids that ran parallel to one another, and then created the Aquila constellation on the back of his neck. I felt my hands heating up and chanted for the Gods to bless the wolf through me before touching him. Taehyung screamed in pain. I was branding him with the symbols forever and they would be a show of his manhood for the rest of his life. They went from red to white within a few seconds, the scars shining in the candlelight, and the ceremony was coming to an end. I removed my hands and lifted them to blow out the yellow candles and lit up the blue ones. I walked back to the altar and kneeled before it. Raising my arms side to side, I chanted and felt my back begin to burn. My chanting did not waver even as the black wings ripped through my back, and I was in unimaginable pain. I could not stop singing.

Two large, metallic black wings sprouted around me as blood pooled around my calf. I reached, with shaking hands, and plucked a single black feather from them. Placing it on the altar, I cupped the feather with my hands and continued to chant. It began to lift itself from the altar and spin. I moved my hands and lifted my arms straight up. The feather followed and began to glow the same way my chain did. My head felt like I was splitting in half as a blue jewel grew from my forehead and fell. I did not allow it to hit the ground and lifted it onto the altar where it joined the feather. As I said the final words of the incantation the jewel disappeared. I felt my wings start to retreat into my back and the feather floated down. Then it was over and silent.

It only took seconds before the cave erupted in cheers. I felt a tired smile tug at my lips, and I leaned onto the rock in front of me. I was exhausted but I still had one more thing I had to do before I was permitted to leave. I used the rocks to support myself and stood up before grabbing the feather. It was tradition for the wolf to keep the feather from their blessing. Before the wolves came to Lustra during the Century War, they would sacrifice birds for the occasion, but things changed once they left Korika. Bridd took the brunt of the sacrificial aspects of the rituals, so it was not necessary. Slowly I walked towards the circle where Taehyung lay in his wolf form. He was almost horse-sized, and his fur was as yellow as the flames of my candles. He looked smug and kept looking over at his younger siblings across the way. I knew the wolves could speak together without talking, but I was not sure if that was what Taehyung was doing. I forced myself to stand up straighter and walk over completely ignoring the aching in my back and the blood that spilled from my wounds.

“Taehyung Kim,” I spoke, “I present to you a feather. This represents your newfound freedom. I wish you the best in the future.”

I kneeled and used magic to blow the salt away. I placed the feather out in front of me and Taehyung hesitantly reached forward. To be given a gift from “the Bridd” as they called me was a big deal. He finally took the feather in his teeth, and I smiled at him. Waving my hand, I made quick work getting him to shift back and clothing the young man with the robes Sol had laid out beside mine. The elders would award him his alpha sash once he went to the large feast the prepared for him. Taehyung smiled at me, and I marveled at the innocent, boxy grin he had.

“Thank you,” He was sincere.

“Thank the Gods do not thank me,” I replied, nodding at him, and going to stand up.

“Are you staying for the party?” Taehyung stood up much quicker than I could presently.

I would be lucky if I could clean the cave and go home let alone celebrate with wolves.

I shook my head, “Sadly, my time is limited, and I must be going. Congratulations Alpha Taehyung.”

I finally stood up and bowed to the alpha before using magic to make quick work of the altar and tools. Wolves, like witches, were not embarrassed by nakedness so I did not feel uncomfortable undressing. The bloody clothes stuck to me uncomfortably and I was thankful to be out of the blood-stained outfit. Unlike wolves, I got cold very easily and usually never left my cottage in the winter except for ceremonies. After calling out to the Luna Sol if it was alright that I packed my candles and getting the okay, I packed those as well. I was ready to go and prepared more meteor powder and another drawing. This time it was at my home.

The few wolves left in the cave were the other three alphas. I paid them no mind. It was best to stay out of wolf affairs when possible. Even as a close and trusted ally, I was still an outsider and not welcome without permission. I stayed updated through the forest. I could find out everything about everyone on my trips and I enjoyed staying informed. Morla, a tortoise who lived just outside of the village, was a great source of information. She knew just about everything. I looked away from the alphas and untied my bag of powder.

“Excuse me, Bridd?” I would know Hoseok from anywhere.

I stopped what I was doing and looked back at the alphas. I had all their attention. I fought with myself not to steal glances at Jimin. He was so rarely seen that it felt wrong not to. However, I had self-control and would not disrespect Hoseok. You are always required to maintain eye contact with any alpha who addresses you directly. Hoseok was smiling at me.

“Alpha Hoseok, “I greeted, bowing, “Can I help you with something?”

“Both Namjoon and Jimin have lists of supplies they require.” He clarified.

Now that he brought the other alphas up, I was to meet both of their gazes and bow. I started with Namjoon since he was far more inviting. He had a mono-lid, which usually made a wolf more intimidating, but he held a gentle warmth in his gaze that calmed me.

“Alpha Namjoon,” I bowed.

I rose again and finally looked at Jimin’s. His eyes had a feline quality to them and were sharp. I knew his eyes were a warm brown in the sun but within the darkness of the cave, they were pitch black. Despite the moon being the only thing illuminating the cave his skin glowed. He was the palest member of his village, and his silver wolf matched his hair which was waist-length and perfectly straight. He, like all the other warriors, kept their hair long to show their place in society. My heart danced at the sight of him, and I forced my eyes away.

“Alpha Jimin.”

Hoseok clapped.

“So,” He began again, “Here are the lists. I’m picking up the usual.”

“Would you like a new order of paper and ink? As far as I am aware your mate is still in her homeland visiting family.” I briefly glanced at the lists.

“You are all seeing,” He joked. “Yes, I will need some again this month. Unfortunately, Hyuna is not due back for another three days. I have already factored that into the number written down.”

I nodded and placed the papers into my sack.

“I will need at least four days to prepare everything. I will be useless tomorrow and possibly the day after.”

“Of course, Bridd.” He replied. “In that case disregard the extra paper and ink.”

Namjoon hummed and chimed in.

“Our pack is forever indebted to you and your servitude. Please rest.”

“Thank you, alpha, I will rest easy now.”

After bowing again and saying my farewells, I went back to my drawing and again got my powder. I said that I wanted to go to my cottage for extra measures and threw the powder. I hopped into the flames and ended up across the clearing from my cottage. Groaning, I threw the powder into my bag and said a small spell to get me to my front door. I glanced at the sky and realized I still had two hours of freedom and decided to use it.

Going inside, I took off my shoes and put all my ceremonial gear on the small shelf by the door. I realized I left my lantern inside of the cave and quickly penned a letter to the pack to ask Hoseok to return it upon his next pick-up. I called out to Shiloh to send the letter off. She was a barn owl who lived in the tree next to my kitchen window and had become my familiar. She delivered in exchange for treats and if I told her where mice burrows were. Normally, a nice bowl of crickets sufficed. I quickly put the kettle on before going to change into something more comfortable and wash off. This was the only time I was able to change without magic and I savored the feeling every time.

As I tugged my shirt down, the kettle began to whistle, and I made my way back to the kitchen. I took it off the flame and fetched a cup from my cupboard. It was not often that I had this much time left after a ceremony. Taehyung’s wolf did not resist me at all aside from the uncomfortable parts. That was a normal reaction, however, all three of the alphas took until dusk was just on the horizon. My Gods had allowed me to finish the ceremony, but the deep wounds on my back were just beginning to scab over. I had never seen the scars on my back, but I knew they would turn purple before becoming a strange almost-silver color within the coming weeks. I was lucky my body was able to handle the abuse.

All shifters had been blessed by the Gods. While to many we were seen as slaves, I knew they were the gifts bestowed upon us. The wolves were cursed to change into beasts of the forest, sworn to protect the land from all who dared enter it, and in return, their Gods kept their village plentiful, and the people blessed. This included extended life spans. Similarly, the role of the Bridd was a sacred gift. We were hand-picked by the Gods, much like a pack's Luna, and would be at their service for all our days. In return, we were given our magic and whatever gifts the Gods thought suited us best. The cottage would be here long after I was gone and the generations after me would still be here. I would be transformed into a bird and live forever as a spirit of the forest. This was my purpose.

I placed dandelions and a large tea bag into my cup before going outside to enjoy the air. I was never allowed outside during the day. The chain kept me from leaving my small home at all. When I was a child, I could remember frolicking in the clearing and playing with the rabbits in their burrows. Those were the years I was still Y/N, and the forest was my home away from home. Auntie allowed me to play more than any other Bridd had before, but she knew my love for magic was strong. I remember her telling me that I was special and that my deep connection would serve me greatly in the future. The Gods would bless me for my love. It was hard to see how she could have been right. Afterall, she was dead, and I was thrusted into a world I had little time to prepare for. The Gods took her away from me and one day would take me away from my student. All of it seemed far too unfair to be seen as a blessing, but I held out hope for the future. Bitterness would not serve me well even if that was all I felt.

The forest came alive at night, and I submerged myself in all its glory. The sounds of crickets chirping relaxed me, and I took a deep breath. It felt nice to get all the blood and paint off my body. I realized that Hoseok and the Luna had been the only members of the pack to see me without the ceremonial gear on. No one else ever came by and the inability to wander the forest outside of my bird form, aside from the nights I was needed, made it nearly impossible for anyone else to see me as a woman. This was the life of the Bridd. A quiet one filled with solitude and being one of the forest guardians. A lonely honor only the best received. I took a large gulp of tea and sighed at the warmth it provided. I loved it as much as I hated it.

A rustle in the bushes pulled me out of my thoughts. It had come from my left and I saw two large white dots glowing in the darkness. I smiled and placed my cup down. It was a wolf, probably a younger pup who was curious about me. Many of the children were and Hoseok often spoke about the wondrous ways they described me in the town. I slowly stood up and reached my hand out.

The wolf hesitated before stepping into the light. It was hard to tell its coloring in the dark, but I knew it was light-colored. In its mouth was my lantern. I gasped before making my way toward the large animal. This was an older wolf, it was far too large to be a child, but it was not possible to know who it was for sure. I did not see the wolves often enough to tell them apart; they all smelled the same after the change. Its fur glowed in the moonlight.

“Thank you,” I said, taking the lantern.

The wolf touched its nose to my hand. It meant that they understood and were most welcome for the good deed. I patted its nose gently and laughed when it nuzzled further into my touch. They might have been a teen like Jungkook, but the white fur distanced itself from the prince. Jungkook was midnight black and less fluffy.

“I’m surprised they allowed you to leave during such a joyous occasion.”

The wolf looked at the grass and I laughed in disbelief.

“You snuck away, didn’t you? Bad wolf. What would your alphas think?” I joked.

The wolf made a chirp-like sound, and I realized it was laughing. Shocked, my jaw dropped, and I simply stared at the wolf. This made it laugh harder, flop onto the ground, and roll onto its back.

“Alpha Jimin would be very displeased with you, pup,” I mocked, bending down to rub at the fur on its chest.

The wolf hummed in satisfaction.

“That’s not very fair of me,” I mumbled. “He’s far better to be around than Ahn.”

The wolf was staring at me, and I snapped out of my trance. Wanting to forget about my outburst, I let another large grin take over my face and began scratching the wolf’s chest. The wolf wiggled happily, and its large tongue flapped out of its mouth. When I scratched at its ribs, its leg began to kick.

“Aren’t you the sweetest thing?” I laughed.

I heard Shiloh call out to me from the tree beside my bedroom window. The sun was going to be up soon, and I should get some rest while I could. I sighed unhappily before looking at the wolf. They seemed upset that I had stopped giving them attention. I gently scratched behind their ears and smiled softly.

“I have to go inside now,” I said.

The wolf whimpered and quickly paced its head into my lap.

“It is a part of my duty, little wolf,” I stressed.

It finally moved. Wolves knew the importance of duty. Their entire village ran off the duty of the pack, its members, and their devotion to the Gods. I gave the wolf another pat before standing up and making my way back to my cottage. The wolf followed and we walked in silence as the door was only a few yards away. They stood a good six inches above me when it stood on all fours, and I shuddered to think about it on its hindlegs. I picked up my teacup and used magic to open my door. I put the lantern on its hook and charmed my cup to go to the sink on its own. The little thing began to hop in the air.

“It’s time for you to go, friend,” I said, placing my hands on my hips.

The wolf came close and nuzzled its large head into my chest. I rubbed its neck and scratched behind his ear. An indescribable sadness overtook me at the thought of it leaving. I felt myself tearing up and laughed at my melodramatics. This wolf was not my friend, was a stranger, and only came here to bring me my lantern. I should not allow myself to grow fond of it or cry about it leaving. I was not that lonely, I told myself.

“Go on now,” I pushed its head away lightly. “Before the pack realizes you’re gone. Alpha Jimin begins his rounds soon.”

The wolf nosed my hand once more before running off. As I closed the door, the chain on the floor began to move towards me. I walked towards it, and it wrapped itself around my ankle once more. The cooling sensation went through my body again. I quickly did my altar ritual before heading to my room to sleep. I knew I would not be available until tomorrow and gave Shiloh the go-ahead to set my sign to closed. Sleep came easy and filled with dreams of brown eyes and the smell of smoke drifting through the air.

My shop was filled with bottles, sacks, and labels. When Hoseok said that they needed more than normal he had never said it would be this much. I was unsure if I would be able to fit much more in the room let alone if he was going to be able to carry this back to the village alone. I quickly labeled all the healing supplies and medicines, both for adults and children, and slowly felt myself losing my mind. While not complex, it was the painstaking process of making enough for all 200 wolves that became overwhelming. This was my least favorite kind of magic and grew tedious fairly quickly. Slicing my finger, I hissed in pain and put the knife I had been holding down. It was my cue to take a small break. I was running low on supplies regardless and sent Shiloh to Yoongi’s home to poke around for any extras he may have.

Namjoon had requested a new shipment of medicines. They had finally gone through their three-month supply I had sent off many moons ago and I was having to restock their entire inventory. It was what Jimin had asked for that I was dreading as it was a convoluted and, frankly, unnecessary potion. I wrote to Enver, a young witch who lived with his mother in the swamps to the north. They would have the toads I needed. With Shiloh being out I relied on another friend of mine, Delinah. She was a doe who I befriended years ago after giving her an apple. Now, she did tasks in exchange for my stash of vegetables and fruits. I enjoyed her company immensely.

Adding to the pain of the recipes was the fact that many of the supplies necessary to make it were not in the forest. He was looking for a healing potion that wolves could take without needing to shift, portable heat suppressants, and a camouflaging potion. The only healing potion that would work without a witch being there was one of the most difficult and time-consuming recipes I had ever made, and I had all my resources searching every nook and cranny of Bangtan. There were 15 wolves in Jimin’s party which meant I needed to make a surplus of it, which only served to frustrate me further. There was hardly ever an issue in the woods around us as Bangtan had a reputation for being hard on outsiders so I was sure they would never use the items. The camouflage was something I had never made before. For the first time in years, I was having to reference Aldara’s grimoire and adjust it accordingly for my purposes.

Shiloh sang and I rushed to her window to take the sack of supplies Yoongi had sent back. Yoongi wrote me a letter as well to explain why some things were missing. The sea witch coven had been taking a lot of his supplies for their month of ceremonial rituals. Shiloh would have to get the rest from someone else.

“Alright, Lolo,” I started, running my hand through my hair. “Let me get you a new basket.”

“What now?” She deadpanned.

“You need to make a trip to Seokjin’s for the remaining supplies on the list.”

“The Solar witch?”

“Yes, Shiloh. What other Seokjin do we know?”

I began preparing another sack along with a new list. Yoongi had given me plenty, but Jimin’s order was still incomplete. Delinah was due back any minute with the toads and I could begin the fifteenth, and hopefully last, trial of the camouflage potion.

“Why must you send me there?” She whined, flapping her wings in agitation.

“Because he always has a surplus of herbs and flowers and I need them to make my order for the pack,” I replied, securing the pouch around her neck.

“You know I enjoy Jin’s humor at the best of times,” Shiloh said, her voice already taking on a whine. She despised Jin’s familiar, a dog called Mannix, and I was throwing her into the deep end by sending her there. Unfortunately, I had no other choice for now. “I can’t stand that mutt,” She spat, “And don’t get me started on those bees. Devil creatures, I tell you.”

“Shiloh,” I chuckled, putting the letter inside the bag. “Seokjin is one of the most brilliant witches in the land, and I know Mannix isn’t that horrible. It’ll be quick, and tonight I’ll be more inclined to go hunting with you.”

The owl agreed begrudgingly before flying away. I went back to the kitchen and started up the flame to my cauldron again. Using magic, I charmed all the potions I had completed and packaged to sort themselves and get into their bags before beginning to brew the camouflaging potion. The toads would be the last to go in this time, so I was not worried. I knew Delinah was close as I could hear her talking with a small herd of deer just outside. As I was adding in the worm wort to the cauldron, the deer let herself inside through the open door and placed the jar on my countertop.

“Stir this, please,” I asked.

The doe nodded, walked over, and began to stir the wooden spoon with her teeth. I quickly put on a pair of gardening gloves and braced myself for the task to come. While there were many substitutions, for this potion, I was required to use three whole toads. I had tried to get around it with other alternatives however it had ended up not working, wearing off in seconds, or I needed to physically use a spell to make their form come back. I was hopeful that using the correct ingredient would help stabilize the recipe.

I quickly placed the frogs to sleep with a short spell and took three out of the jar. They were all fat, angry-looking things but their coloring was perfect. Enver followed my instructions to a T, something that did not surprise me in the slightest. The boy was an incredible witch even at 13. After making a small prayer and thanking the forest for its sacrifice, I threw the three frogs into the potion. Delinah and I traded places and I saw the potion turn grass green. I began to chant and soon enough, as was intended, the potion turned clear like water. I cheered, jumping up and down in excitement, and threw my arms around the deer beside me. She nuzzled into my neck and gave me a good lick.

“Good job, Y/N,” She said.

“Thank you, Dee,” I went to my cupboard and got out a large sack filled with cabbage heads. “I’ll have apples next time.”

Delinah happily took the sack and made her way outside to her friends. I started to bottle the potion. I knew I had gotten it right this time since it had done everything it was supposed to do in the cauldron, unlike all my other trails. I did not want to put my familiar through another potion crisis again. Shiloh loathed testing potions for me. I went to the already packaged boxes of medications and curled the ribbons with my favorite bone knife. Like many forest witches, I collected bones, and my own little hobby of knife making merged with my habit of foraging. During my nights I foraged and brought back things I thought were useful. Aldara always made fun of my “crow brain” and inability to leave anything shiny alone. My large collection of gems and bottle caps were a testament of that. Crafting was another love of mine, and my favorite thing to do was make sure my packages looked neat and professional.

Aldara did not care so much for these things but when I began to decorate boxes and bring home skulls and bones, she never stopped me. It had gotten to a point where I would sit for hours and make packaging boxes and pretty bows and stickers. However, now that I oversaw it all, I only made cardboard packing boxes lined with thin tissues of varying colors and charmed the objects to do all the work for me. I normally matched the potions within and placed a card explaining what it was for and how to use them. Then, I would toss in a magical card that would take anyone to my shop immediately in case of emergency except for the hours I was unavailable, and then it would automatically send them to Yoongi’s instead. On the outside, a stamper would stamp the box with a large bird, a brush would paint the Aquila constellation along both sides of it, and a matching-colored ribbon would wrap itself around the entire thing. However, I knew I would opt out of the decorations for Jimin’s packages. They would need to be as discreet as possible as requested but I would still place the constellation on the sides.

As I continued to place the finishing touches on all the completed orders, I heard the bell above my door ring and large, booming footsteps right after. That would be Hoseok and he had someone else here if the second pair of footsteps was anything to go by. I quickly abandoned my ribbons and dusted off my apron before going to greet the alpha.

“Good afternoon, Hoseok,” I greeted, not paying much attention to him in favor of charming the camouflage potion to begin packing “My apologies for the orders not being ready. The things Alpha Jimin was requesting are very time-consuming and challenging to make. However, once my familiar returns with some herbs I need then it’ll all be ready to go.”

I was a whirlwind in my cottage. One second, I was curling ribbons and in another, I was writing out cards for boxes. Hoseok was used to the informal way I addressed him while in my home and I was certain whomever he brought along with him was well informed of my rudeness. I was far too busy to care if some wolf believed I was not a good host.

“I apologize for the strain I have caused you,” A sweet, melodic voice spoke up.

My body froze for a moment, as did everything else in the room before it started up again. I quickly turned to the two men and bowed deeply. My heart was racing like a hummingbird’s wings.

“I am so, deeply sorry for disrespecting you, alpha,” My voice shook. “I had not realized who had come in.”

Hoseok laughed and clapped his hands together. He always enjoyed seeing me get flustered and would have a field day talking to Namjoon about this later. It seemed like Jimin was the only pack alpha who paid me little to no mind. I forced myself to look up at the man.

He was dressed casually, more casually than I had ever seen, and his silver hair was braided down his back. His small frame still towered over me and that menacing aura that always seemed to surround him was intact. Even in the daylight, Park Jimin was untouchable. And yet, a familiar longing found its way into my heart, and I knew I needed to distract myself again.

“How much longer will your owl be, Bridd?” Hoseok asked, completely unbothered.

“I’m not sure,” I admitted. 

“Aren’t you lot meant to be infallible?” The alpha joked.

All Bridd have been blessed with gifts, the first of us was the spirit responsible for selecting what the ability would be, and those spirits would become our companions as Shiloh had become mine. The Gods would then choose the gift that would best serve the forest. Aldara was unable to speak with other animals aside from owls but was gifted with a bit of foresight. The only other witch that I knew with the same affinity was Enver, but his was far more complex and accurate than Aldara’s. I had my own limitations as I was unable to perform any high-ranking spells since it depleted too much of my energy. However, my gift was as much of a gift as it was a curse.

“That would be my aunt,” I joked back, unaware of the glare Jimin had sent Hoseok’s way.

While Aldara’s gifts were more about power and the ability to foresee the need to use that power, my own gifts focused on my connection to the forest and spirits within it. I could talk to every animal in the forest no matter what form I was in, but the most important gift Lilith had given me, however, was the power of mediumship. Auntie had said it was an intense gift, one that the Gods would only give to someone who they believed would benefit from the burden, but I had never fully subscribed to the same idea. When I was a child, weak and not yet able to understand the gift, the spirits were able to possess me. I would black out for hours only to wake up at a random point in the forest. I knew they were attempting to communicate with me somehow, but I was ignorant to it. I was far more intuned with them now, but every once and a while I would get overcome once more.

Going back to curling ribbons and helping my charmed furniture with the boxing, I listened while Hoseok began rambling about Sol’s birthday. While Hoseok was not interested, he had been mated for years now, he was anxious to see which of the three alphas Sol would choose. I made small talk and reminded the man of the Gods making that choice. The Goddess of the Moon was the one who chose the mates within the wolf packs, and I found the idea of soulmates endearing. What would it feel like to be loved like that?

Every now and then I would steal glances at Jimin who had kept quiet. His eyes took in my space curiously and I tried to think of a time he had been here. I briefly remembered him helping me into my bed after my first blessing ceremony with Namjoon. I was so battered and broken afterwards I could no longer walk. Jimin was still a boy and was asked to assist me along with Hoseok who would be having his own ceremony the following month.

“I am looking forward to the Luna's blessing ceremony,” I agreed, trying to keep the small talk lighthearted.

“I’m sure it will be an interesting experience,” Hoseok commented, walking around, and touching every single box of herbs I owned. “How different is it from ours?”

The cottage had not always looked the way it was. Auntie had kept it neat and organized. She never had too much or too little and kept it cozy enough for the both of us to lay by the fire together in the winter. However, not that I was alone, I found it impossible to keep the same structure. Where we used to lay was now a large table with herbs and flowers of all kinds, huge crystals, and jars upon jars of specimens that were needed for potions. Beside it was the bookshelf filled with my spell books. The rest of the Bridd grimoires were in the cellar as there were too many to keep in the main room. My little kitchen and potion mixing station were overrun by bottles, boxes, and decorations including more magical items. My bone collection sat in a display case beside the front door and my knives hung over the mantle of the fireplace.

“I’m sure Bridd does not want to answer that,” Jimin scolded Hoseok.

I had to force myself to keep moving as though nothing had happened. However, the ruse did not stop my body from lighting on fire at the implication. Park Jimin defending me? I was unsure how much of that I could take. I had a small flame for the alpha, but I was no fool to believe anything could ever happen between the two of us. It would be too complicated, and we hardly knew one another. Still, it did nothing to stop my skin heating up under his gaze.

“It’s alright,” I whispered, “It’s very different but I am not completely sure how. I still have a month to figure it out.”

“I wonder who the alpha will be,” Hoseok got to the bookshelf of grimoires, grimaced, and then went back to digging through the boxes.

“Who knows,” Jimin answered before I could.

Shiloh returned then, angrily shouting about the “stupid dog” and his “even dumber owner.” I quickly went to tend to my familiar. She looked disheveled and scowled when she saw me. The center of her face, normally a perfect cream, was caked in dirt. I could imagine her run in with Mannix had gone as badly as she thought it would. 

Fighting back a laugh, I took the basket from the owl before taking her into my arms.

“Whatever happened?”

And just like any other time this happened, Shiloh dramatically began squawking and screeching about how much she disliked going to Jin’s house. She was on fire with anger and wanted to rip out the eyes the “stupid, barbaric mutt.” I had a feeling she was just trying to get more than a mouse hunting trip out of this. Knowing Shiloh, she would complain until I agreed to go and see Morla with her. For a spirit guide, Shiloh was surprisingly catty.

“Seokjin. Oh, that monster!” She placed her wing across her forehead. “He let his godforsaken, loudmouth, drooling like a bumbling idiot mutt out on me!”

“Mannix,” I smirked, placing a hand over my heart. “Is a puppy. He’s not that much bigger than you.”

She screeched in protest, “That dog is a giant, Y/N! At least fifty pounds and growing!”

“Oh, Shiloh, I am so very sorry,” I could not help the few chuckles that escaped.

Mannix was only a baby the last I saw him. Jin had gotten him from the market in Clarcton, and called him a St. Bernard. They were not native to Lustra, so I knew very little about the breed. I guessed they grew much bigger than I had originally thought. I would have to write Jin and let him know his familiar was too big and rowdy to play well with mine.

“It was so embarrassing,” Shiloh grumbled, finally snapping out of her melodramatic performance.

“And then the bees, I was forced into a position to ask them for them. Me! Shiloh, the Bridd’s one and only familiar, asking those mongrels for help. Never send me back there again, Y/N. I beg of you!”

I rolled my eyes, walked her to our room, and helped her squeeze her way into the small opening of her nesting box. While she usually slept in her large, cone-shaped nest outside, when she stayed awake during the day to help me, I allowed her to sleep in my room. I had built it as a child. I gathered the wood and Aldara helped with cutting, screwing, and dangerous things that a four-year-old could not do herself. It was a nice size, 4x4, and Solid wood with a hole large enough for her to squeeze through in the upper right-hand corner. The inside was filled with dirt and sticks just as the owl liked as well as a stuffed animal, I had given her when we became connected. I heard the owl sigh and she rushed to the dark side of the nest.

Chuckling, I went back into the kitchen and called out to Delinah from the window. She was still eating the cabbage I had given her. The fawn looked at me.

“Whenever you’re finished would you mind asking Nixie, she’s one of the sea witches, if she could spare a vole or two? Shiloh is being dramatic again.”

Delinah laughed. All animals do it but not many are easily detected. I had known the deer since she was a small fawn, so I knew the sounds from anywhere. Behind me, I heard Hoseok’s loud footsteps and remembered who I had in my house.

“Of course,” She responded.

“Great!”

I quickly spun back around and began to fix my hair. I had yet to grow it back, but the nervous tick was still in full force. Hoseok was still looking around completely unbothered while Jimin was rooted in the same spot he had been in since coming inside. I was worried that I had annoyed him with our antics. While Hoseok was both used to and fond of the shenanigans that went on in my home the other alpha was not. I had always been told Jimin was a stern and serious type with little patience for nonsense, but his stoic expression gave nothing away. I began to stack boxes and watch as they found their way into bags. 

“Sorry,” I awkwardly laughed. “My familiar is a bit of a drama queen.”

“How is Shiloh?” Hoseok wondered, finally breaking himself away from the hundreds of items around him.

“Spunky,” I replied, a small smile on my face.

I returned to the counter and started pulling out the items Seokjin had spared me. Just as I thought, there was what I had asked for and more within the back including a note. With the boxes of medicine packed and ready to go, I figured I read the letter before getting back into the work.

Y/N,

How splendid of you to drop by. Of course, I am aware that Shiloh had come in your absence, but I will be expecting you over tonight in return. I’ll brew your favorite tea. I’ll have the ingredients below but feel free to write any revisions you may find. I have packed everything you asked for:

2 sunflower stems

12 sunflower seeds

3 baby’s breath bundles

A small comb of honey

10 sprigs of vervain

I have also added some other goodies in return for all of the wonderful gardening tools you made me this year. I know you use a lot of mint and sage so expect plenty of it. I’ve also started to grow lavender to balance out the sea coven’s needs for Yoongi.

Tea:

2-3 cups honeysuckle flowers (whole)

2 cups water

Wild honey to taste

Much love,

Seokjin

I quickly put my cauldron on the flame and began to write back the witch. Unlike Yoongi, Seokjin was a great pen pal and a wonderful person to have tea with. He, like myself, could speak with animals so we were able to talk while I was a bird. However, he was usually asleep when the sun went down as it was his prime energy source. Without the sun, Seokjin’s magic was not as effective.

Jin,

Thank you very much for the supplies. The mint is lovely and so glad to hear about the lavender. Remember full-sun and well-drained soil are best for it. If you need any other pointers Yoongi would be the better man to ask. Everything I know from him and my inability to go out in the sun does not bode well for my gardening career. Also, neutral to alkaline soil. I’m positive they will be lovely.

You’re too kind to me. The tools were a gift for being such a wonderful person and a greater friend to me over the years. Pass my thanks on to Mannix. Shiloh came home with her dramatics again. Haven’t I told you to stop picking on her? The dog aspect already bothers her, and the bees, but cuddling is far from her preferred activity.

Tea sounds lovely but I prefer the honeysuckle crushed. No honey- you know my diet.

May the Gods bring you joy,

Y/N

“As dramatic as always,” I finally responded, folding the paper, and stamping it with a wax seal. “Auferetur,” I commanded, and the paper incinerated into a fire and was gone.

“Sometimes I forget she’s not a person,” He joked, coming to the counter to watch me work.

The alpha enjoyed seeing the process of potion making even if he did not pay much attention to the details. I used to attempt to explain what I was doing until I realized he just thought the cauldron was cool. I used to be the same when I was a child, but things change very quickly in this life.

“Well, she’s technically a spirit, but I understand what you mean,” I threw in the vervain sprigs.

The strangest thing to make were the healing potions. As soon as they were done, they were to be taken off the heat and placed into their jars. After that you needed to add very suspicious stones inside of them in order to keep the shelf life. Without the opal, the potions only lasted for two days before losing all potency. Next was the baby’s breath.

“Is everything in your world a spirit?” Hoseok cocked an eyebrow.

“Hoseok,” Jimin warned.

He did it again. Of course, I did not need Jimin to save me from the other alpha. They were both at my mercy while inside and it was impossible to imagine Hoseok ever attempting to harm me. He reminded me more of Mannix than any wolf and his heart-shaped smile only added to his puppy-like nature. Still, I was touched by the gesture. I was reminded of the poor way I had spoken of him last night and felt ashamed of myself. Stealing another look, I appreciated the way his waist tapered to a pair of long, straight legs.

“Just about,” I used my magic to get the bottles to scoop up the potion themselves and had them on stand-by hovering above the kitchen island.

“Isn’t it hard to do all of that at once?”

“Hoseok,” I slipped, forgetting my manners, “I’m the Bridd. Do you truly believe that little of me?”

“Well, no,” He laughed, “I’ve just never seen any other witch do it before.”

“Do you see other witches often?” I teased.

Jung Hoseok was a master charmer and one of the politest gentlemen in Lustra. His mate, a woman I did not know very well and only saw in passing, was very lucky to have him. It was a rarity for any alpha to mate with any other preset besides omega, however, they had grown up together and fell in love despite her beta status. Their wolves had always gravitated toward one another, but the feelings were not known until after they had both gone through the change. She would have come to help Hoseok today, but I knew she was taking care of her ill mother back in her hometown Viridi Gramine.

“Only the grumpy man who lives near the pixie coves.” I snorted.

“Yoongi?” I confirmed, amused. “The kitchen witch?”

Min Yoongi was another close friend of mine. While not as personable as Seokjin or the sea witch coven, he was reliable and ready to help at the drop of a dime. Of course, he complained more than anyone else I knew and loathed uninvited guests, but I knew it was because he had not had proper time to make them a meal. He became reserved so he would not let on how much he enjoyed company since it was so rare on his edge of the forest. It made me happy to know that Hoseok’s visits were not limited to me and the kitchen witch would feed off his great energy.

“He’s a kitchen witch? Could’ve fooled me.”

“He’s unorthodox, that’s for sure,” The potion was finally complete, and I quickly began lifting portions and filling the molds. “However, he is not a very sought-after host so he can be clueless about manners or formalities. I’m afraid you’ll have to pardon him on my behalf.”

The entire house smelled of vervain and I knew I would never hear the end of it. Shiloh was very particular, but I had grown used to her babbling. She hardly ever listened to any of my warnings until I reminded her that her reincarnation as a mortal relied on her being a good familiar. And yet, she would always find a way to make my life harder. Still, I could not deny that the owl was my best friend. Or that I would be devastated if she did not get her wish granted. I wanted more than anything for her to become the beautiful red-headed woman she had always dreamed of. Even if she liked to fly in like a bat out of hell and moan about bees attempting to make friends with her.

“What makes him a kitchen witch?” Hoseok always asked questions he never cared to learn the answer to. Anything to fill the silence.

It was a common question for non-magical people. While I would never consider a pack member a mortal, I knew better than to lump them in with us. Guardians but all of their mysticism came from their shifting abilities, and since most wolves thought that they were untouchable, they never did learn about magic regarding others. Witches, however, were expected to know everything there was to know about it. At least, that was my job., and as someone who did both- it was a tiring existence regardless.

“Well, all witches have the same base knowledge, but we can also have specialties,” I explained.

“And his is cooking?” Hoseok’s eyebrows knitted together.

I shook my head.

“Something like that. It’s how he goes about cooking. There’s a fine art to kitchen witchery,” I tried to explain.

I was never considered a kitchen witch and knew only what I did because of our friendship. Growing up together, Yoongi, Seokjin, and Wendy, a girl from the sea coven, had been as thick as thieves. Our families were close and our small group of four had gotten into enough trouble to last multiple lifetimes. Still, I knew the barebones of each of their chosen magic. I was a forest witch like the other Bridd, but it had never bothered me. Generational magic was a common occurrence within covens.

Hoseok hummed in acknowledgment. Again, I looked at Jimin but could not pick anything out of his cool expression. He was no longer looking around the cottage and instead took to looking out of the large, rectangular window that took up the entire left side of the living room wall. He looked so ethereal in the sunlight. Agitated with myself, I again went back to pretending he was not here. I could not remember when these feelings began but it had to have been years ago at this point. I could recall the warmth surrounding me during his presentation ceremony and how his wolf went frantic to get close to me. Of course, that was normal, and I paid it no mind, but I still allowed myself to wonder. My infatuation has only grown since then, a fact he had to be aware of, and I was grateful he never commented on it. Even the custos of Bangtan was a gentleman. Another wave of shame overcame me.

“What kind of witch are you?”

“I’m a forest witch,” I replied curtly, making sure to keep my eyes away from Jimin.

Hoseok did not ask about my magic, but I assumed he thought it was too self-explanatory. Once all the bottles were filled and, on the counter, I began to quickly place the stones in the center of the liquid. Soon it would become a jelly-like consistency that tasted like strawberries. It would be a week before the stones were dissolved and they would not be usable within that time frame. I moved swiftly, aware that they had been here far longer than they should have been. Hoseok never minded the longer visits, but I would feel guilty if I held Jimin up any longer than I already had.

“Are they ready to be used?”

My concentration slipped momentarily causing the bottles to drop minutely. Quickly getting ahold of myself, I lifted them back up and continued putting the stones into the bottles. I had not expected Jimin to speak a word and his silky voice threw me off. He was so soft spoken, and the tone of his vice was sweet and smooth that it was difficult to imagine him as the war leader. His cherub face only made it more difficult. Jimin was too beautiful to fight.

“No,” I replied with great effort to keep my voice even. “They will need a week to be fully effective. Don’t open them until the stones are dissolved or they’ll spoil and be useless.”

“Is everything else ready now?” Hoseok chimed in.

While I was pleasantly surprised he had been listening, I did not let it show. He would most likely close his ears the second he grew bored. Boredom and silence were Hoseok’s worst enemies and his mind drifted even more when Hyuna was not around. She was one of the few people that could make him hang on their every word. The only others I had seen the same restraint with were the other alphas and his older sister. 

“Yes.”

Just as I had thought, Hoseok was back to touching things and wondering out loud. I never minded. He was unusually quiet today and I guessed that Jimin had something to do with that. He always said the younger man was far too serious and concerned about unimportant things. However, I found that hard to believe. If he were so strict, he would have demanded I move quickly and would at the very least look annoyed with how slow I was moving. Instead, Jimin seemed comfortable to wait however long I needed. Still, I did not want to push my luck.

“How do you even make these?”

The stones were all in the bottles and I charmed the corks to cork themselves. That was the worst part of potion making and I refused to make myself do that. Aldara had done it all by hand. Looking at what Hoseok was talking about, I smiled brightly. 

“Bones, sandpaper, and a lot of patience.”

My knife collection was my most prized possession only beat out by the cellar. All of them were made with bones I found while foraging and various types of leaves to make the handles. None of them were the beautiful steel that the people of Northorn used, but I adored them, nonetheless. My favorite, by far, was the small one on the very far right. It was the first knife I ever made, and while the unsightliest of the bunch, it held a special place in my heart. 

It had been made after a deer I was fond of passed on. His name had been Davian, and he was an older buck filled with fun facts and information. I was heartbroken when he stopped showing up to our playdates, and Aldara agreed to look for him after a few weeks. We ended up finding his bones, and Aldara comforted me with the idea of keeping a piece of him the way she had with a bird friend she had as a child. I took his scapula, and we came up with the idea of a knife. He quickly became my new favorite hobby quickly after. I had an entire wall in the cellar dedicated to my knives and hoped my future student would get great use out of them in the future.

“They’re beautiful,” Jimin complimented in his soft, angel-like voice.

The enchanted items made quick work of the boxing and I took my time to write the note card. Since these suppressants worked differently than the liquid version, I needed to be highly detailed in my instructions. Unlike normal healing potions, these are ones that require the wolves to shift into their human form to work, and this form requires more detailed and specific directions. If taken incorrectly they would be useless and unhelpful, and in younger children whose bodies were still adjusting to shifting, could potentially make them sick. 

“Alpha Jimin,” I spoke, my voice slightly trembling. I was not used to addressing the man directly and it made me more nervous than it should have.

“Yes, Bridd?”

“I made plenty just in case,” I shuffled back and forth, “Please make sure the instructions are read carefully. I don’t want anyone to get ill.”

A lull happened and I felt my breath picking up. My blinking became far more rapid, and I knew I was sending out waves of anxiety. As a shifter, I had a scent though I was nose blind to it, and no one had ever commented on it besides Aldara. She had said it was like vanilla and lavender, but that was long ago. I could only imagine the signals I was sending out to the two men and when Hoseok froze up, I unintentionally sent out a huge gush of my scent.

This happened sometimes. Aldara was a fearless woman but was still not immune to the rushing of adrenaline. I was a bird, and most definitely not a bird of prey, so the wolves usually made my body on high alert. I had had years of practice by now but was still prone to bouts of anxiety. Hopefully, if I was lucky, I would be able to breathe my way out of the blind panic that had swallowed me.

Taking a deep breath of air, I realized that was the worst thing I could have done. I could smell them with such potency it was dizzying. My hands trembled now, and I knew I would have to walk them out of here very quickly. I needed to sleep. I could see Hoseok approaching me, I could even hear his voice, but it was muffled. He could not get any closer. I shrank away from him, my fight or flight response on high alert, and I knew Shiloh would wake up soon if I did not calm down. Taking the hint, Hoseok took a step back.

“Are you alright?” Hoseok’s voice finally cut through the daze I was in.

I shook my head and covered my eyes. The darkness helped calm my nerves. I closed them and breathed through my mouth. I could breathe now and slowly started counting in my head. My hands still trembled, but I found it easier to think. Opening my eyes once more, I was upset to find that my hearing was sharper and the colors around me began to warp. Instead of seeing 3 colors, my vision changed, and the UV waves became visible to me.

Hoseok made another sudden move towards me, and I began to shake my neck and a loud, menacing hiss came out of my throat. That was enough to momentarily break the strange cloud of anxiety that was bubbling around me. I had never done that before, and it seemed to have frightened the two men. As I collected myself, neither wolf moved muscle. I was grateful for their understanding and hoped we would keep this between the three of us. The waves were gone, and my ears stopped ringing. I could only pray that I would not be seen as weak and fragile in the way Chief Ahn made women out to be.

“My apologies,” I finally said, breathless. My head ached and I knew this visit was over. I was far too tired for the small talk, and everything was finished. “I’m out of it today.”

“Are you alright?” Hoseok asked, his face showing his concern.

I nodded and took another deep breath.

“It happens to the best of us. I don’t really know what came over me, honestly,” I explained. “It has been a while since I’ve gotten spooked by a wolf.”

“I’m sorry I frightened you,” Jimin spoke, and I turned my attention to him.

I nodded and closed my eyes. In the other room, I heard Shiloh asking if I was alright. I quickly let her know that I was fine. I had not had a response that violent in a long time. I could not pinpoint where the sudden spike came from. Was it just the fact that I had been sitting alone with two wolves for the better part of my afternoon, or had it been my nervousness over speaking with Jimin? Was it both? I was too scatterbrained to obsess over it any further.

“No, no,” I was so tired. “It’s not you. This just happens sometimes.”

Confident that I could finish packing the last few boxes, I began to move. I was slow and did not feel comfortable using magic, but neither man seemed to mind. I asked them to keep that moment to themselves and both readily agreed. Jimin told Hoseok to start placing the packed bags into the cart they had outside. The rest of the work went quickly and before long the alphas were bidding me goodnight.

“I hope you feel better,” Jimin said after Hoseok had gone outside.

“Thank you,” I replied.

I expected being alone with him to feel more uncomfortable, especially after the embarrassing spectacle from before, but as always, I was surprised by him. Jimin was perfectly at ease and the silence in the air did not feel stuffy or forced. In fact, I enjoyed just how easily he blended into the rest of the cottage. Almost like he was meant to be here. The remnants of my anxiety faded with that thought, but I was unable to look at Jimin again. Even the idea made me grow bashful. They were gone without another word, and I decided to take a nap before the sun went down.

The sun was setting when I finally woke, and I was thankful the change had not woken me up. Transforming had not always been so painful for my family, but the legend says that once Rosette became the first Brigg that her natural ability to shift had become the most painful experience in her life. Aldara told me that it was a sacrifice she had made in order to protect her sister, but I always thought this was a cruel and unusual punishment. The sun was almost completely set, and Shiloh was nowhere to be seen. She must have left already. I would have to fulfill my promise another day. 

Stretching, I decided to go into the kitchen and put down some towels. Blood was a nightmare to get out of the fabric, but I would take that over scrubbing the hardwood floors. There was already enough staining on the dark wood, and I did not like adding to it. After setting my towels down, I sat down and waited for the sun to set. 

Suddenly, I felt the metal around my leg loosen slightly and I knew it was time. I stood up and I was instantly contorting in burning pain. The world began to get bigger as I shrunk down to size, and I cried out in pain as the first feathers began to burst out of my legs. Having seen Bridd’s transformation with my own eyes I knew how horrifying it was to witness and was glad Shiloh and I were the only ones to see me like this. More feathers ripped through my skin and blood stained the floors, the feeling akin to having a hot branding iron held against my skin.

My body burned and twisted in pain. Falling to my knees, I screamed in agony as my beak began to break through my skin. Even after all this time shifting never got any easier. Aldara had said it was the only true pain a Bridd could feel. If I could, I would tell her she was wrong. Flashes of fire invaded my vision and I fell to the ground with a loud caw echoing off the walls.

It did not take me long to get out of the pile of tattered clothes that surrounded me. I was glad I was wearing something I was not overly fond of. I would use the scraps as tea towels and sew something new. Still, I should have considered taking off my clothes. I really was out of sorts today.

Flapping my wings, I was satisfied with how light and energetic I felt in this body which was in complete contrast to my weighed down human form. There were pros and cons to being a raven, but I had always wished I could be like this more often. Or, at the very least, whenever I chose to be. I was resentful for my sun and moon routine, but this was the life of my kind. There would be nothing I could ever do to change that. 

I took flight and set off toward the trees. Shiloh would have to be with Morla right now since the mice usually did not come out until the moon was higher in the sky. For her I could sit and waste away my nights listening to overdramatic and hyperbolized stories and then eat mice that never tested very good. I hoped this would ease her mind about this afternoon.

A few days later I found myself sitting at my dining table. It was freakishly large, round, and stained a disgusting teal color, but Aldara had loved it and so I did as well. None of the chairs matched, but I think it only added to its charm. I hoped all of the windows in the house would let in the fresh spring air. Beltane was a week away and I was happy to celebrate the return of summer. I would write Jin and ask if he could bring me some wood for my fireplace so I could have my own little bonfire.

The morning sun was soft, and I smiled at the smell of rain that stuck to the air. My meadow rarely ever saw the fog that covered the rest of Bangtan, but I adored the way dew smelled on the grass. Everything sparkled and shined and was only made more magnificent by the sprouting wildflowers slowly making their way through the ground. Sights like this made me even more excited for the return of summer. This year I would try to host a Summer Solstice gathering for Litha, but I would likely forget about it.

I made a mental note to write it down, but I also knew I was likely to forget that as well. Then, I told myself not to forget. I scoffed at my own internal dialogue. Taking another sip of my tea, I sighed as I stared out the window. My favorite seat in the cottage gave me the perfect view of the flower fields and I began to reminisce about playing in the grass as a child. Most of the memories I had were with Yoongi, but Jin and Wendy made their way into our little duo eventually. We were older when everyone got close enough to be considered best friends. I frowned, thinking about how complicated things got once we all reached our late teens. It saddened me to think that we would never be as close as we were as pre-teens. 

“I’m going to sleep for a while,” Shiloh’s soft voice reached my ears easily. She was in her nest, I could make out the sounds of her talons against the wood, and I knew she was exhausted. She had spent the entire night out with Morla and Patto. “Wake me if you need something.”

“You should sleep outside,” I whispered back. “I will need to use the kitchen in a little while and might wake you.”

Shiloh shuffled around some more and I heard her fly out the window. The faintest hint of tree leaves rustling made me grin. My hearing was not as good as Shiloh’s or any of the wolves, but I was pleased with what I could make out. All of my friends found it impressive when we were kids, but after Jin said I was a showoff when we turned twelve and made me cry the conversation surrounding my slightly enhanced senses dropped. 

I went through two more cups of tea before I saw the flash of white from the other side of the tree line. Squinting, I tried to make out the shape but could not see enough of whatever it was to be useful. However, its size did give me a few hints. It was a wolf and if the gentle whimpers were anything to go by it was hurt. Putting down my cup, I called out to the wolf.

“Are you injured?” I asked, knowing the wolf could hear me once the whining stopped. “If so then I can help you. I have enough supplies to get you back to the forest in a few minutes.”

The wolf seemed to think about this for a moment as it did not move towards me. I had a suspicion this was the same wolf from the other night, but I could not say with complete certainty that it was. White wolves were not a rare occurrence, Jimin was a beautiful white-silver color as was Ahn. I scowled at the comparison. That was where the similarities ended. While I was busy with my thoughts, I had not noticed the wolf getting closer until it was almost at my window.

“Come around the other side. You might need to shift back to fit through the door.”

The wolf seemed uncomfortable by this. I saw some red stains on his hind legs, but I would need for him to let me help him if he wanted them to heal nicely. Of course, wolves were able to heal scars and injuries like anyone else, but magic sped up the process and ensured a good recovery. This wolf would know that, but perhaps they felt self conscious about someone knowing them as a weak person. Wolves were too prideful.

“Or,” I sighed when I realized the wolf would not shift, “I could teleport you inside and back outside. It feels a bit strange at first but it’s harmless.”

The wolf’s tail wagged happily so I took that as my answer. I began to sing an incantation while picturing the spot in my living room. I thought about the red and white patterned rug as well as my sewing chair. I counted every single stone that made up my fireplace and the knives that hung above it. I began to think about my small kitchen with its black cabinets, too large dining table, and mix-matched chairs. My altar sat in front of the large windows at the front of the house and the beautiful, scented candles sat on it. All of it combined into one perfect picture of the cottage with a complete rendition of the rug that I wanted the wolf to walk on. Feeling confident about my image, I began to draw the shape of a door with my fingertips and pushed it open with my hands. 

The wolf looked excited by the magic show and their tail began to wave frantically. I frowned when I noticed the slight limp they walked with, but they were already walking through the door I drew outside. In the next second the door opened into my living room and the wolf walked inside. I gawked at the sheer size of the white wolf and hoped they would not break my things. I might have to shrink them down to size after all. I asked the wolf if that would be alright, and they sat down like an obedient dog. A picture of Mannix came to mind and I hid a giggle with a hand. 

The wolf was now only twice the size of a coyote. A far better size to move around in my tiny space, the wolf limped off the rug and onto the wood floors. I stopped it from going any further and asked for them to lay down so I could look over them. 

I approached the wolf with little caution. I was glad to see my anxiety from the other day was gone and I could touch the wolf’s wounds with ease. I could faintly feel my breathing get heavier but not uncomfortably so. I could help this wolf, who I was certain was the same wolf now that I could look at them closely. They had the same bright eyes and fluffy hair. Touching the bloodied fur, I scowled. These were teeth and claw marks, and I was angry at whoever had done this to my little friend. 

“You really are a troublemaker, aren’t you?” I joked, hoping to lighten the mood around us. “First sneaking out of the village and now getting into fights? What would your mother say?”

The wolf huffed but I could see the amusement in their eyes. They were beautiful and warm; the brown color reminded me of amber but a darker mahogany. What a strange combination. They reminded me of Jimin’s own eyes, but I had never seen him so bright with emotion. 

Chuckling, I stood up to get the healing salves I kept laying around. I cut my fingers and burned my hands more often than most, so I liked to have a quick fix on hand. This was the best healing cream I had ever made and would be one of the first things I would teach my successor. It was beginner friendly and very effective. The wolf waited from their spot on the floor.

“Well, little wolf,” I smiled at them. “I think we should introduce ourselves. I’ll start and the next time you see me it will be your turn.”

I kneeled beside the wolf and began to apply the salve to the jagged wounds. The healing had already started but I was hopeful I could get rid of potential scars. The salve clumped in their fur, but it would only further aid the healing once I was done. Nothing a nice bath could not fix.

“Your people prefer to call me Bridd,” I started, focusing on my fingers and where to place them. “However, if you plan on hanging around my home for any amount of time, please call me Y/N. Bridd is too formal and stiff with friends.

“Y/N was the name my aunt gave me when I arrived. I don’t know how we get here, and none of the other eight seem to understand it either, but we all agree the Gods had something to do with it. Either way, once Aldara saw me, she said she knew she had picked the right name.”

I went through the tin I picked out quickly since so much of it was getting stuck in their fur. I still had to do the other side, so I went on another search. I found four more containers and went back to the wolf’s side. They were looking at me intently and raised an eyebrow. I laughed at myself. I had started to stare without realizing. 

“I wish I could know your name,” I grumbled. “Or your gender. Either one would be better than calling you ‘wolf’ all the time. It seems rude.”

The wolf laughed again, and I was still taken aback by the weird sound. I always thought deers had the strangest laughs, but I was wrong. Wolves took the cake by far. Then again, it could just be this wolf. Grinning, I thought of trying a game.

“Shake your head yes or no,” The wolf lifted its head from its paws. “Are you a woman?”

They shook their head.

“Fluid?” I knew of four wolves that did not go by male or female pronouns, and I would feel awful if I ignored the real possibility that they were one of them. The wolf shook their head again. “So, you’re a man?”

The wolf nodded this time, his eyes dancing with humor. I smiled widely and gestured for them to turn to the other side. This side was more damaged than the other and I scolded him for making me wait to do this side. He huffed and rolled his eyes. My little wolf did not like to be babied.

I decided to pay more attention to what I was doing now. The bites and claw marks on this side were deeper and reached the underside of his ribcage. I wanted to be sure I got every scratch and puncture mark well coated. Working in silence, I pushed fur around and out of the way so I could see the wounds better. The white fur tickled my wrists as I worked, and I struggled to move it out of the way so I could see better.

I cleaned his fur so I could see the scars easier. The blood stains washed off easily and left his silky fur pristine. I found a few more bite marks after I cleaned him off and had to apply more salve. After double checking the rest of his body and both hips, I was satisfied with my hard work and rewashed his fur. The wolf’s leg kicked when I scrubbed his right side. I laughed.

“You’re good to go,” I patted his side.

The wolf’s ears pulled back, and he seemed hesitant to leave. However, we both knew he would need to hurry back to the village before they sent out a search party. As much as I wanted my friend to stay a while longer, I knew he would feel self conscious if they found him here. With the way he reacted to me seeing him injured I could guess it was worse around the others. Scooting closer to me, the wolf placed his head in my lap. Playing with his ears, I did not want him to go. It was nice to be around someone who just liked my company without strings attached.

“Don’t worry, little wolf,” I whispered, burying my hand into the fur on the top of his head. “You’re welcome here anytime.”

Today, a week and a half after Hoseok’s visit, I had started up the cauldron again to make an order. Yoongi had back orders and the sea coven was growing impatient. The potions were simple enough and Delinah had gone to secure the raw supplies he needed. I made sure to send him a letter informing him of my good health. Yoongi had sent bowl after bowl of soup he spiked with the finest healing magic around and so many drinks I had to beg him to stop before my fridge was overstocked. He would be at ease to know I was back to magic and foraging again.

I was planning on making a trip to Foxglove once the sun went down. Sol had requested me to visit her when I was well enough to do so, and I figured now was as good of a time as any. I would quickly get through my daily duties and then prepare to see Sol. I would need to groom myself and shower. I smelled horrid. After our meeting I would fly to Foxglove to hand deliver a couple of apology letters to both Jimin and Hoseok for my outburst. I knew they were not needed but I would feel better about the situation after I did this.

“You have a letter,” Shiloh called out as she came into the kitchen, a small blue envelope in her beak. That would be Yoongi again.

“Thank you, darling.”

Y/N,

I hope this letter finds you well. Now that Shiloh has visited, I assume you’re feeling well enough for her to make the journey across Bangtan. Write back so I know how you are. Can I visit you tonight? I want to make sure you’re alive.

Yoongi

I laughed while shaking my head. It was rare for Yoongi to ask for permission to come over. We were close in age, he was 2 years my senior, and his mother was a good friend of Aldara when she was alive. Back then, the two of us would play in flower fields until I got possessed and Yoongi had to do the delicate task of finding me. My power was far more unhinged and scarier during those days, but he still thought I was the coolest witch in the world. I knew that sentiment was not lost even if he was still unable to say it so casually anymore. I prepared a piece of paper and ink to write back.

Yoongi,

I’m feeling much better. Still a bit weak but your elixirs and soups have been most helpful. Seokjin helped heat them and feed me so be sure to thank him as well. Unfortunately, I have been called upon by the Luna tonight. She wants to make sure I am feeling alright and will be available for her presenting ceremony next week. How about tomorrow?

May the Gods bring you peace, your oldest friend,

Y/N

It was a windy night, my feathers ruffling with the breeze. I had just gotten done meeting with Sol. We had to meet shifted for this to work, my bird was only able to speak with fully shifted wolves. In stark contrast, while I was human, I was unable to speak with any shifted wolf. This was a limitation of my ability, but it did not bother anyone too much. The elders were also present to ensure Luna’s safety. I caught Ahn looking down at me with thinly masked disgust and had to bite back the nasty remarks I wanted to throw at him.

“I’m glad to see you are feeling better,” Sol had greeted.

“Thank you, Luna. I’m afraid I have caused quite the ruckus in Foxglove. For that, I am sorry.”

The wolf laughed and swatted her paw lazily.

“Please, Bridd, you have no need to apologize. You were already exhausted when the alphas arrived. No one can blame you for your instincts taking over. We are predators after all.”

After we had gone over our pleasantries, and I assured everyone that I would be there for Luna’s shift they bid me goodnight. Sol had sent me home with a small gift. A wolf pendant with pearls on it. When I asked her what that meant she only smiled at me before shifting back into a human. My question remained unanswered, but it quickly left my mind once I began my second mission of the night.

Hyuna had returned less than a week earlier so I would not interrupt them while they reunited. I was able to drop off the letter inside of their mailbox, but it felt impersonal. I was sure both would understand and be grateful, and I could see Hyuna’s face flushed bright red once she realized why I avoided their house. This thought made me laugh and lifted my spirits enough to fly to Jimin’s home. The alpha had tried his best to stay calm and kept his mouth shut. Hoseok had been the loudmouth of the two, but I had suspected that regardless. Still, I could not ignore the way he defended me on multiple occasions and ushered Hoseok out of my cabin once he saw that I was okay. The little bag I had carried with me felt ten times heavier now than it had previously.

Finding the alpha’s home was simple. He lived in the barracks with the copiae, the village warriors, in the largest bungalow. The outside had no personality to show unlike the rest of them which sported chairs and pieces of furniture. Jimin’s was barren and looked like no one lived there. His mailbox was a small, black box with a slit at the top. I could find no way to alert the wolf to my presence and knocking was not an option. I could see lights were on and decided to find him. Taking a deep breath, I started to make my way around the home until I spotted the alpha.

He was awake and sat at his desk. He had his hair pulled up into a messy bun with strands sticking out every which way and wore a white tank top that clung to his muscles like a second skin. On his arm was the tribal tattoo all copiae receive upon entering. Aquila stood out proudly on his creamy white neck and the tribe’s symbol was covered by the shirt. I sat there and allowed myself to enjoy his presence. I wondered how long it would take him to notice me sitting here but found that I did not care. The longer he sat there and wrote the longer I could admire his beauty. Park Jimin was truly an image.

A strong gust of wind blew, and I knew my cover would be lost. Aldara said you could smell me from a mile away. The wolf lifted his head and sniffed the air before snapping his head towards the trees. We made eye contact and I hopped onto his windowsill. It took the alpha a moment to register what was happening, but he moved to open his window soon after, a small smile on his features. He looked so young like this, and I drowned in his scent once the window was open.

“Good evening, Bridd,” His voice was like silk, and I bowed my head in greeting.

“Oh,” He chuckled, “I forgot we can’t speak like this.”

I nodded and shook the bag off my neck. Jimin smiled at me and picked it up. My heart raced. He had always been someone I looked up to, a man I had respected as much as I feared, but right now he was just the man that I cared for. The man I yearned to be closer to. I often felt foolish for wanting a man that I could never have, and that would turn into guilt for even considering having a relationship at all. Right now, though, with the moonlight on his face and candlelight on his back I did not care about either of those things. 

“Is this for me?” He asked and I nodded again.

Jimin stretched his head out and offered it to me. It was odd, his softness throwing me for a loop, but in the end, I hopped onto his waiting palm. We had never been this friendly with one another, but perhaps seeing me panic made him feel pity toward me. That upset me more than it should have but I did not like the idea. It was easier to think of this as him extending an olive branch because he wanted me to feel more comfortable. That was far more pleasant.

“I’m happy to see you flying around again. I had heard you were staying in bed the last few days.”

I cocked my head to the side, and he understood the unasked question.

“Morla,” Yes, that made sense.

Jimin placed me on his bed, and I sat down. His room was very different from the outside. While he had nothing outside, his bedroom was lit with warm lights and candles. A rich vanilla smell floated around the room, and I was surprised to see him burning sage. There were various pieces of armor hung up on his wall as well as a large scroll with his name written out and two small paw prints. Wolves did this after their presentation ceremony to celebrate their first change. His family’s sword hung above the scroll along with a few drawings of his family. Jimin sat beside me and began unpacking the bag. He opened my letter before anything else.

My dearest alpha,

I would like to formally apologize for my outburst. Truly, I have no idea what came over me. One moment I was fine and the next I was having trouble breathing. I am prone to bouts of panic, but wolves are typically not the cause. I hope you understand. I thought I would give you a gift in order to make proper amends.

I hope you like it; I know you said my knives were beautiful. The one I’m giving to you was handcrafted about five years ago, but I made the handle too thick for me to use comfortably. Hopefully, it will be put to better use in your home rather than collecting dust in my cellar.

There’s also a small container of tea leaves. Care for a cup?

Bridd

Jimin smiled brightly and I turned my head away feeling shy. It had been an indulgence on my end. Jimin quickly took out everything I had packed and carefully looked over the knife. It was made from an Elk’s scapula that I sharped into an arrow-like shape. I wrapped the handle in twine with tree sap and moss so it would have a sturdier structure. Up until that point my handles would eventually fall apart with wear. It was an older knife, but Jimin looked at it like it was forged from the finest steel for King Edward himself. My chest swelled with pride; I had made him happy.

“Tea sounds lovely, amica. I’ll make you my favorite.”

I was not familiar with the term though it sounded endearing. Wolves had many nicknames for their kin. Hoseok and Hyuna called one another caritate which meant love, but this word was new to me. It most likely meant friend or something to that degree. Or it could be bad? I would need to ask Hoseok about it the next time I saw him. 

The man stood, towering over me. While he was short for a wolf, Jimin was still two feet taller than I was and was lean with muscle. I would not be surprised if he had not a single ounce of fat on his body. Even with his muscles, Jimin’s body was slender and agile. I had never seen him fall or heard his footsteps when he walked. My eyes zoned in on his thighs and another bright flash of heat ran through me. He was divine.

“Come,” He gave me his hand again, “I want to enjoy a cup of tea with you while we chat.”

I dutifully hopped into his hand without hesitation. It felt nice to be so close to him. His body radiated heat and I was happy to bask in it. Wolves, like vampires, were unbothered by the change in temperature. Vampires ran cold and were like ice when you touched them while wolves always sat a few degrees above the average body temperature. There could be a blizzard happening outside and a wolf could be naked and not feel a thing. Jimin’s skin was soothing on a windy night like this.

The rest of his home was much like his bedroom. Personal artifacts on the walls and warm light over it all. His living room was taken up by a large sofa and table with a beautiful fireplace centering everything. The feather, my feather, from his ceremony was in a glass display case on the mantle along with other important signifiers. I spotted his alpha sash tucked away in a corner. A large bay window I had not noticed while I was outside was home to a plethora of blankets and pillows with a tall, slender bookcase beside it. There was an open book sitting on top of the mountain of fabrics, but I was too far away to see its title.

The kitchen was small, much like my own, with only the bare-bones necessities inside of it. I was impressed with his stove. It was large and black with a locking gate for firewood. It was much nicer than the one at the cottage. The only personal pieces in the small space were two towels on the oven handle and a bottle of red wine on the counter. Impressed, I looked closely at the label and saw it was made in Virdi Gramine. While not as prestigious as a bottle from Northorn, I had heard the wine made in the east was just as delicious.

Jimin placed me on one of the counters and took his big, cast-iron kettle off the stove to begin boiling the water. He looked over the tea I had taken with me. It was a favorite of mine, a lemon balm tea that Thelma always sent to me whenever I ran low. My daily cup would be black tea, and while they drank their tea ice cold and sweetened with cane sugar, I always preferred mine hot and black. Sometimes I would add flowers or agave nectar, but I liked the bitterness a plain tea could give me in the morning. The lemon balm tea was different and very strong, but I enjoyed the flavor a lot. Hopefully Jimin would find some use for it.

“Are you feeling better?” Jimin asked before laughing to himself. “I’m sorry, I keep forgetting.”

I squawked to let him know I understood what he meant. It was difficult to speak when it felt like a one-sided conversation. It was why Seokjin and I were so close. It was much easier to be around someone who did not feel awkward in silence.

Jimin put up a finger, “One moment.”

He disappeared back into his bedroom before reemerging with an ink holder and paper. I was delighted. It was rare for someone to want to speak with me when I was a bird and it felt nice to be seen. Instead of being frustrated or bothered about needing to accommodate me, he found a solution. Again, my view of him shifted and the seed of longing sprouted. Why did I have to be me? Why did he have to be him? I dipped my talon into the ink once he sat it down and quickly wrote ‘I’m feeling better’ in chicken scratch. My normal handwriting was much prettier.

“I’m happy to hear that,” He smiled brightly. “I hope you’ve been getting some sleep. I’m sorry we rushed you so soon after Taehyung’s blessing. It will not happen again.”

He went to his cooler and took out a bowl of blueberries and a single lemon. Curious, I leaned closer to get a better look at what he was doing. I was always looking for new ways to brighten up my teas throughout the year. It was hard to find things that were out of season, so I had to get creative. He zested the lemon and put it into the bowl of blueberries, then he opened the top of his kettle and threw everything into the water.

After closing the kettle back up, he poured some of the tea I gave him into it. He then went over to one of the cupboards on the wall and took out five other containers. I chuckled. Never had I seen a convoluted cup of tea before. Seokjin would enjoy something like this very much and so I paid even more attention than I had before. 

“Is this too much?” I laughed before he could correct himself.

I dipped my talon into the ink and began to write. I had to do this very often, so I was aware of what I was doing and how to write legibly. When I needed things urgently during the night, I had to write letters. Jimin gasped, excitement clear on his face, and patiently waited for me to finish.

Not if it’s something you like. My friends would probably like this tea, and I am interested.

Jimin grinned shyly, “This is something my sister-in-law taught me.”

She must be very picky if she needs all of those blends. I take it you like blueberries.

“Clever girl,” I grew shy at his teasing. “Do you not like them? I can always make you something else.”

I love blueberries.

He hummed. The kettle began to whistle and Jimin quickly got it off the flame and into cups. I admired him again. So many times, I told myself he was big and scary, but I realized that I was wrong. The times that I had seen him we were both working, and I knew he took duty seriously. He was doing right by his people, and I had a feeling he thought he was respecting me by allowing me to work. Seeing him like this, mixing in Camomile flowers, peppermint tea leaves, and hibiscus into his tea mixture, it was becoming clearer and clearer that I knew nothing about him. Jimin was a rather kind man outside of work.

“Now we steep,” He took out some empty tea bags and another kettle. He placed the mixture into two bags and filled the kettle with water and started to heat it up. I tapped the counter to get his attention before writing.

Do you add sugar?

He shook his head, removed the tea bags, and started to add the blueberries to the tea before telling me I could sit in his living room while he brought it over. I flew to the sink and turned on the water to rinse myself off before I got ink all over his home. I shook myself dry and found the alpha looking at me with a little smile on his face. I flew toward him, head down, and started to stir my drink with the spoon on the counter. After I placed it into the sink, Jimin picked up both of our cups and made his way toward the sofa. I picked up the paper and flew to the table in the middle of the room.

The tea was too sweet for my taste, but I still drank it, the process much slower than normal. I had to grab a mouth full, lift my head up, and open and close my mouth for it to go down. While not the most relaxing way to enjoy the drink, I found no room to complain when it was with Jimin. He looked at me in wonder while taking a large gulp of the drink. The heat did not bother him in the slightest. I took another sip before Jimin spoke again.

“You didn’t have to apologize.”

And I knew I did not. Something had told me from the start that any type of apology was not needed, that he would not want anything from me, that he had just wanted me to feel better, but the insecurities regarding him made it impossible to turn away. I had to make sure he knew I was sorry for putting him in that position. He had to know I thought of him nonstop for four days.

“Did you do the same for Hoseok?”

I nodded my head and began to write again. This time, Jimin stood up and got a towel from a small closet next to the bedroom door. I finished writing and gently floated so he could place the towel underneath me.

Hoseok was occupied when I flew by. I left him a note with a plate of muffins. He rather likes strawberries.

Jimin hummed and seemed pleased by my answer. I felt shy. I knew Hoseok did not need or want my thanks. In fact, he would be upset that I even though he wanted one. This man, however, was still a mystery to me. His moods gave me whiplash and I found it hard to keep up, but it was becoming a bit clearer to me now. Park Jimin was just as confused as I was, but he was trying to make up for that now. He had even apologized for scaring me. 

“Well, while I am thankful for all of this, it was not necessary.”

I did not know how to respond. He was right. I had gone overboard with everything. I should have just dropped everything off and gone home. He would have found it on his own time. Even if a snooping wolf got their hands on the tea, it would be better than making him feel guilty by dragging out this situation. Feeling like I messed up again, I stopped drinking my tea and prepared to head out of the home. This was ridiculous.

“Though I will admit, I am enjoying spending time with you. You are close with the other alphas- save Taehyung. I’m a bit jealous.”

My heart skipped a beat before beginning to race. He was… jealous? Of the others? Whatever for? It was impossible to stop my heart from soaring. Was he truly that fond of me? If so, why did he only choose now to make it known? That same part of me from earlier began whispering about his mate but I ignored it. While there was no way for him to love me back, the sprout blossomed into a beautiful flower. I loved him, I loved him; I loved him.

“I should only blame myself for that,” He placed his cup down, “I was not very good at making you feel like you could talk with me and that deserves an apology.”

I hesitated but hopped closer to him hoping he could see the forgiveness in the gesture. He did not and continued to babble out some useless apology for his “rudeness.” Tired of hearing it, I tapped the table again and started to write. Jimin immediately grew quiet. After a few seconds, he placed his empty cup next to me and leaned over the paper.

You did nothing wrong, Alpha. I promise.

“I am happy to say we are friends now,” Jimin grinned at me. “Hopefully, I can brag about our closeness the same way Sol does.”

His kind words and affectionate tone were confusing me. Jimin was always distant and cold, his gentleness only popped up for the young pups that ran through the village, and now, like him, I could brag about our closeness. I doubt I would speak about it with anyone else, though. A moment like this was meant for the two of us, and my overflowing feelings would be impossible to hide from any of my friends. Namely, Jin, who had known about my little crush since we were seventeen.

“It’s very late, amica. You should go home. The sun will be up soon.”

I squawked and quickly bowed to him. I heard a soft voice call out, “ten” and knew I needed to leave immediately. It would take all my speed to make it inside before the break of dawn. Mentally, I thanked the spirit for looking out for me and took one last look at Jimin. He smiled at me; eyes lidded from exhaustion. I squawked one more time before flying away.

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So, this is very different. After rereading the first two chapters I felt like they could have been handled so much better, and I set out to remedy this as quickly as possible. We have a new title, new banner, and even a new nickname for our MC. I hope you guy enjoy this new-ish journey we are about to embark on and I, for one, am super stoked for the future. Love you.

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# M A S T E R L I S T ! C L A R I S S E L A R U E G F

introduction master list

# DISCLAIMER & NOTE ! I DO NOT WRITE MALEXMALE UNLESS REQUESTED, ALL OF MY STORIES PRESENTLY ARE AFAB AND OR GENDER-NEUTRAL. THIS IS A MASTER LIST OF STORIES I WILL EVENTUALLY WRITE ON MY OWN TIME.

🤍= in progress ☃️=almost done 🎧=series 🩰=not started 🪷=published (will be linked)

# BANGTAN SOYEONDAN !

-> poly! bts x reader

- new family 🤍🎧

- our makeup artist 🤍🎧(?)

- peacemaker 🤍

-> kim taehyung

- flower girl 🤍

- immortal 🤍

- the new boy 🩰

- breakup 🩰

# THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY !

-> jeremiah fisher

- swimsuit ☃️

-> conrad fisher

- chubby ☃️

# MARVEL !

-> tom! peter parker

- you’re still here? 🤍

- from afar 🤍

- who is he? 🤍

- faint memory 🤍

-i’ve got my eye on you 🩰

- your neighborhood spiderman 🤍

# COBRA KAI !

-> robby keene

- yandere headcanons☃️

-> miguel diaz

- my girl 🪷

# GILMORE GIRLS !

-> dean forester

- there for you 🩰

-> luke danes

- behind the counter ☃️

# MISCELLANEOUS/FAMOUS PEOPLE !

-> austin butler

- spoiled brat ☃️

-> vinnie hacker

- cheating ☃️

# STRANGER THINGS !

-> steve harrington

- new job ☃️

# AVATAR (THE WAY OF WATER) !

-> jake sully

- my healer ☃️

- adopted */2 ☃️🎧

- my savior 🩰

-> sully family! platonic

- movie night (human reader) 🩰

-> series! new kids in town

- series master list 🪷

# GINNY AND GEORGIA !

-> marcus baker

- through your sleeves 🪷

# I AM FRANKIE !

-> cole reyes

-> dayton reyes

-> andrew lapierre

- staring

- as your boyfriend

- smiley face

-> frankie

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some tag games below the cut:

Some of these tags are from JUNE I am so sorry 😶

Tagged by @kithtaehyung @jiniekook @rumue thank you my lovelies💕

name: sarah

sign: gemini

time: early evening, but when I post this I have nooo idea

birthday: may 30 🌱

fav band/artist: it always changes but rn it’s svt

last movie: mission impossible 1 ???

last show: my kinnporsche rewatch <3 otherwise uhh house of dragon ep1? Does that count

when you created this blog: i think its feb 2013…. But I went on a huge hiatus for a few years before coming back nov 2018

what you post: a lot of photography and art and asian tv series and bangtan/tubatus

other blogs: my side blog for more tv series and a haikyuu sideblog 🖤

do you get asks: occasionally but not really :(

followers: more than I deserve <3

average hrs of sleep: between 8 and 9…. I sleep a lot otherwise I cannot have a good day

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what i’m wearing: white and blue striped pants (think inkigayo ‘for youth’ bangtan) and a forest green high neck tank top

dream job: artist in a vfx studio :((((

dream trip: just anywhere in asia really. would love to do việt nam

favorite songs: at the moment? Thursday’s child has far to go by txt, highway by jeff satur, ready for love by blackpink

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Tagged by @jiniekook @jiminsproof @lovejar

fav color: yellow!!!!

currently reading: ive been reading yolk by Mary h.k. choi and Kafka on the shore by Haruki Murakami for like months now… oops 😶 I forget to read

last song: fever by enhyphen

last series: ooh ive also been rewatching avatar the last Airbender!

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Bangtan Forest Series

Don’t go out in the woods today...

Bangtan Forest is home to monsters from the darkest stories ever told. Creatures of fantasy and mythology, and horrors indescribable. No human dares to venture into these woods who believes the tales, and those foolish enough to think they’re not real?

Well...no one’s ever returned to prove the tales wrong.

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Note: Stories are listed in chronological order. Be advised of spoilers if read otherwise.

Park Jimin

A Song In The Blood

Vampire!Jimin x OC!Reader

Status: Coming Soon

Jeon Jungkook

A Longing To Be Free

Alpha Wolf!Jungkook x OC!Reader

Status: Coming Soon

Kim Seokjin

A Stealing Of Breath

Djinn!Seokjin x OC!Reader

Status: Coming Soon

Jung Hoseok

A Ray Of Sun Through Rain

Kitsune!Hoseok x OC!Reader

Status: Coming Soon

Kim Taehyung

A Stroke of Mischief

Kitsune!Taehyung x OC!Reader

Status: Coming Soon

Kim Namjoon

A Calling To My Soul

Alpha Wolf!Namjoon x OC!Reader

Status: Coming Soon

Min Yoongi

A Whisper On The Wind

Fae!Yoongi x OC!Reader

Status: Coming Soon

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Extras

#Bangtan Forest Series #Bangtan Forest Series Masterlist #Bangtan Forest Series au #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts member x reader #bts reader insert #seokjin x reader #Kim Seokjin x reader #jin x reader #yoongi x reader #min yoongi x reader #suga x reader #hoseok x reader #jhope x reader #jung hoseok x reader #namjoon x reader #rm x reader #kim namjoon x reader #jimin x reader #park jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #v x reader #kim taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #bts x reader #bts x you #reader insert

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docile - KNJ | M

↣ much to your chagrin, your friend set you up on a date with Kim Namjoon, despite you telling her that he isn’t your type. He’s too sweet. You decide to humor her, and things take a wild turn.

𓃰 part of the zookeeper bangtan series 𓃱

pairing: zookeeper!namjoon x reader

genre: fluff, smut, slight angst, s2l

word count: 6.4K

warnings/tags: strong language, joon takes care of the elephants and giraffes, aw, dom!Namjoon, brat!reader, Y/N has a big 🍑 and is very short, explicit smut- dirty talk, degradation, size kink, edging, spanking, pussy slapping, overstimulation, oral (f & m), clit pinching, clit biting, throat fucking, hickeys, biting, scratching, standing sex?, multiple orgasms, protected sex

a/n: your best friend is unnamed in the fic, so you could think of your own bff, and if you don’t have one, stop lying, I’m your best friend.

∞

You’re scanning the area, arms folded, tapping your foot impatiently, annoyed.

She was supposed to be here an hour ago and when you receive a text from her, stating that she wouldn’t be able to make it, you curse, loudly, causing the few pigeons, who were picking at the crumbs you had thrown across the panels earlier, to scurry.

This was her plan all along, you had a gut feeling as soon as she had mentioned that she wanted to visit the zoo again. Who wants to visit the zoo twice in one month?

And she has the nerve to tell you to continue with your exploring, to take a stroll through Road R. Road R. The large mammals’ enclosure, more like a forest with the way it’s set up and sectioned off.

Let’s not forget who you would inevitably run into on your stroll. Kim Namjoon. The guy your best friend has been trying to set you up with ever since your first visit here.

He was sweet, but your conversation was brief due to the fact that the rain interrupted your conversation and he had to take off to prepare for the downpour. On your ride home, you had mentioned that he was attractive, and she ran with it.

That’s why you’re on your way to Road R, knowing that she wouldn’t let you get a moment of peace if you don’t follow through with her scheme.

You’ve always appreciated the fact that this zoo takes the full representation of wildlife to another level, the sandy path as you make your way around the corner, the acacia and baobab that populate the grassy lands which is out of your pathway. And then the gate, the huge wooden gate that is much sturdier than one would think.

“Hey.”

You spin around, small smile gracing your features when you take in the sight of Namjoon, shuffling over to you.

“Hi,” you adjust the white baseball cap on your head, tightening your ponytail as he leads you further toward the gate.

“You’re alone today?”

You nod, adding a small ‘yes’ when you realize that he can’t see your movement, he’s too busy untangling the chain that’s winded around the handle as extra precaution.

“And you came here first,” he faces you, palm out, dimpled smile forcing his eyes to shut.

“Oh,” you reach into your jeans pocket to produce the ticket.

He retrieves a stamp in the shape of an elephant’s foot, that’s what you think it is, and stamps one of the blocks on the back of your ticket, handing it to you with another charming smile and ushering you through the enclosure.

It’s not what you expected. What did you expect? To be greeted by a herd of elephants or giraffes as soon as you entered.

There’s a chain link enclosure to your right, that’s where you’re headed.

You’re nervous and you have no idea why. And when you’re nervous, you tend to fill the unsettling silence with small talk.

“Not so busy today.”

“Yeah,” he speaks from behind a small shack, out of your view, “on Friday afternoons we aren’t that busy. Mostly because everyone prefers the weekend to unwind and visit.”

You wrap your arms around your waist, eyes drifting to the large trees and vines that twine above you, white sunlight poking through the gaps. It’s unusually chilly today, and you should’ve worn a jacket.

Too lost in your thoughts, you don’t notice the muscular man standing in front of you with a large ball tucked under his arm, goofy smile in place.

“You’re lucky, Kwangsu is in a good mood today.”

Your eyebrows crease at the unfamiliar name, “Kwangsu?”

“Yep, the last time you visited you mentioned that you wanted to play with the baby elephant.”

He lets the ball thud to the ground, jogging around the enclosure to disappear behind the large baobab tree ahead of you.

You can’t help but coo when the little elephant you’ve seen behind the fence the last time you visited runs in step with Namjoon, slipping on a patch of grass only to get back up and follow him into the smaller enclosure, ears flapping wildly.

“Come,” with a wave of his hand, Namjoon calls out for you to approach the baby that wriggles and twists in his hold.

Your face is contorted into a permanent ‘aww’ as Kwangsu, you assume, squirms onto Namjoon’s lap, giggling when his little tail swats Namjoon in the face.

“Do you mind getting your clothes dirty?”

Glancing at your jeans and black jumper, you shake your head, speaking around your laugh.

“I don’t mind.”

“Well then,” he throws his arms over Kwangsu’s wrinkly back, gesturing for you sit down in a similar position.

He chuckles, patting the baby’s head with loud thumps, “you’re being very naughty today. Come on! Up! Up!”

The elephant wears something like a smile, and you can almost sense the mirth that fills his dark eyes as he rolls over to where you’re sitting with your legs out, back in a straight line.

“Now be careful, he’s a cuddler.”

You hold out your arms, “I love cud-“

The weight that’s set on your thighs steals your breath away, hind legs kneading your flesh as the baby sets their feet on your shoulders, messing up your hair and knocking off your cap when he twists around and sprawls over your lap, breathless chuckles spilling from your lips as he rests his head against your chest.

“He’s so cute!”

Namjoon pats Kwangsu’s head when you fall back on the ground, eyes prickling with tears from how hard you’re laughing. The scent that fills your nostrils is earthy.

“He thinks you’re cute too!”

As if to support Namjoon’s statement, the friendly animal curls his stout trunk around your head, temporarily blinding you.

In a second, you’re being hoisted off the ground by Namjoon’s grip on your arm, almost dizzy from your fit of laughter, tugging on the hem of your jumper. You aren’t even the slightest bit self-conscious that your clothes had ridden up, Kwangsu is just too adorable.

He runs in a circle and when Namjoon rolls the large ball in his direction, he places his front legs on the surface and folds his trunk to touch the space between his eyes.

Namjoon laughs, grabbing a bottle of water with a nipple at the top, “now you’re just showing off for the pretty girl.”

Your eyes flit to Namjoon as he bends down to feed Kwangsu, still wearing the same amiable expression.

You’re more than glad that you two are the only ones here, you would’ve been a bit embarrassed if anyone witnessed your laughing fit as you were being cuddled, your clothes are a mess too.

You clear your throat, still a bit unstable after all that giggling.

“Do you give him a bath?”

“Yep, he loves baths. Once a week.”

Kwangsu sits between Namjoon’s legs, bumping his calves as he munches on the hay that’s placed in front of him.

“He’s so cute.”

You find yourself say again, unable to tear your gaze away from the little lump, feeding himself expertly yet still a little clumsy.

“Mom and dad are having some alone time now,” he smooths his palm down the center of the elephant’s back, speaking with a higher pitched tone that you find oddly endearing, “we’ll see them in a bit, once this guy’s done with his meal.”

You nod when you realize that he was talking to you, so immersed in the way his hand ruffles the hairs that’s spread across the elephant’s skin.

“How much does he eat?”

He shakes his head, “a lot. But he mostly relies on mommy’s milk.”

That makes you coo even more, this is the first time you’ve interacted so closely with a baby from another species, you’d remember this day for the rest of your life and it’s also giving you major baby fever.

“Time to go, kid. Up!”

With a pat to Kwangsu’s head, waving vigorously, you watch Namjoon cart Kwangsu in the same direction that he entered from.

You take the time to explore the area, discovering a bush that’s covered in berries the further you walk. The serenity and quiet makes you feel like you’re in a different world, and you think that you should consider booking a night in the camping area here at the zoo.

“Ready?”

Namjoon’s carrying a bag filled with carrots, guiding you around the fence.

“I would take you in, but the mud wallows don’t make for an easy tour,” he smiles, sneakers crunching on the sand as you walk side by side.

“That’s okay,” you shoot him a smile of your own. On your last trip here, you didn’t have enough time to visit Road R, mostly because there was so much to see and then the weather wasn’t in your favor.

Your eyes widen when you take in the size of the large mammal just on the other side of the fence.

“This is Kwangsu’s mom,” he informs, handing you a carrot, “I already fed her but you can try.”

A bit apprehensive, you stand on your tippy toes, but you’re still unable to reach into the fence.

“This is what I’ve been saying to management. Some kids visit, and they can’t reach to feed them.”

You huff, arms swinging back and forth at your sides in annoyance, “I can’t reach.”

Setting the bag of carrots down, he walks toward you, eyes flickering to your waist, “would you mind?”

When you agree to him lifting you up so you can feed the majestic giant, you only realize how long it’s been since you were held like this after his palms curl around your waist, a husky chuckle brushing your ear when he puts you down.

“You’re so tiny.”

You gulp, gazes locking for a few seconds before he’s backing away and picking up the bag of carrots again to feed Ahin, you read on the tag stuck to the fence, with ease.

After ten minutes of silence, bag empty, you yelp when she grabs your cap with her trunk, eyes wide in awe when she holds it on her head, as if she’s the one wearing it.

“That’s exactly why I don’t wear caps to work!”

“Wow, she’s so clever,” you peer into her eyes, blinking back at you with a timeless wisdom that seems to hold so much emotion. You remember reading once that elephants have the largest brains among the animals on land, which are similar to humans.

In a moment, you’re stunned into silence when she sets it back on your head, trunk retreating into the enclosure.

“Let’s move on. Bye Ahin!”

“Bye~”

You can already see the long necks protruding from the fence, mouths buried in the trees as they chew with circular motions.

“I already fed these guys.”

Almost forgetting that Namjoon is standing beside you, you’re transfixed on the way their long tongues stick out to reach the leaves higher up.

“Giraffes are literally the easiest to take care off and we let them graze with the elephants.”

“That’s nice. Allowing them to coexist like they would in the wild.”

He rubs his chin, black button up shirt hugging his arms, “I wish we had more of them though.”

You hum, getting distracted by the trees once again.

“Hey uhm…”

He rubs the back of his neck, his nervousness radiates off of him and you’re just as anxious when he struggles to complete his sentence.

“I’m…Can we meet up tomorrow evening at 8? Or whatever works for you?”

Your eyebrows furrow, “meet up?”

His blinding smile returns, “yeah. I know we were supposed to head out together after I was done here but I really need to take a shower.”

“Head out…together?”

Your mind is running, you’re puzzled. Why would he think that- Oh. Oh, you’re going to kill her.

“Yeah? Is 8 fine?”

You nod, wanting to go home and call your best friend or head to her place and beat the shit out of her.

“Alright, I’ll text you the details.”

Silence falls over the both of you before he’s laughing again, the sound irks you even more.

“I don’t have your number.”

“Right right,” you pull out your phone from your pocket and tap on the contacts app.

After exchanging numbers, he walks you out of the enclosure and you sprint to your car.

Glancing around to make sure he didn’t follow you into the parking lot, you dial up your friend’s number and tap the steering wheel, groaning when she doesn’t answer after the fourth ring. Just as you’re about to cut the call and try again, she picks up, and you can imagine the smug grin she’s sporting.

“Heyyyy.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Woah woah. Chill! What is up with you?”

You roll your eyes, refusing to retell today’s events because she probably had it all planned out and she already knows.

“Stop being a goon! What happened?”

“You set me up on not one, but two dates with this guy!”

“Hey the first one was unplanned but the second one however…”

“How could you do that?!”

You hear her monotone laugh filter through the speakers.

“Do what?! I’m just looking out for a sis and besides, you need to clear out the cobwebs in your coochie.”

You gasp, “there are no cobwebs!”

“Please. We both know that you need to get laid. You’re becoming like my 67-year-old grandmother who – by the way – gets more action that you!”

You switch your tone, unable to fight the whine in your voice, “but you know that he isn’t my type. Why would you put me in this situation?”

“Would you just…stop? He’s sweet and intelligent, the complete opposite of the assholes you dated in the past. Would you at least give him a chance and stop acting like I made you join a satanic cult or something?!”

Groaning, you shake your head, deciding to endure a few more hours with him.

“Fine.”

A part of you is disappointed that he showed up on time, that he showed up. After giving it some thought, you realized that it wouldn’t hurt to go on this one date with him. It’s not like things would go any further than chatting and sharing harmless information about yourselves and you know that you’re wearing your favorite lingerie for no reason. You have no idea where your friend picked up that he might be the one to break your dry spell.

Guys like Kim Namjoon aren’t meant for women like you. They’re the type to have a set routine and protocol for every aspect of their lives and dare they stray from it, it was only because of the circumstances, because they were forced to. They’re the type to apologize for asking you to move out of their way, the type to ask before taking. And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. It’s just not your type.

You don’t expect him to hug you tonight, let alone rock your shit.

“Hey, did you order?”

“Yeah,” you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, not knowing where to begin with your mindless chatter.

“Alright,” he waves over the waitress, ordering steak and a drink. You take his distractedness as an opening to survey his outfit. Black t-shirt that stretches across his chest and black shorts.

You might have overdressed for the occasion.

“So,” he grabs the seat of his chair to tug it closer to the table, eyes darting to your sparkly white blouse, “you look…pretty.”

Sexy was what you were looking for, but you’ll accept it.

“Thanks.”

“How did you get here? Will you need a ride home?”

Ah, of course he’ll ask that question.

“A friend dropped me off and yes, I might need to catch a ride with you.”

“That’s not a problem.”

“Thank you.”

When your meals arrive, the only sound that fills the air is the clanking of your forks and knives and the laughter from the people around you. The dimly lit restaurant is supposed to set a romantic tone for your date, but you feel like you’re in a business meeting with the seriousness that floats between the two of you.

“So,” you begin, eyes flitting up to meet his wide ones, mouth stuffed with meat, “when did you start working at the zoo?”

He holds up a finger, swallowing, then dabbing his mouth with a tissue, laughing sheepishly before he speaks.

“Eight years ago. Two years after it opened.”

“Wow,” you slot your fingers together on your lap, leaning back against your chair, “that’s a long time.”

He grins, “yeah. Most of it wasn’t built at the time and the animals were forced to live in confined spaces. It was terrible.”

“Really?”

Your voice is laced with genuine concern, mind wandering to the large animals and the stress it must’ve put on them.

“Yeah. But Seokjin worked hard to ensure that the animals are living comfortably. We get a lot of people who come to the zoo just to say that these animals rather be dead than live in a space that’s nothing compared to their natural habitat.”

“That’s horrible. These animals are honestly better off in a controlled environment where they’re promised food and water every day. As much as they need. Rather than being unsafe, out in the wild with their species being hunted down.”

He holds his chin, elbow propped up on the table, “exactly! Exactly.”

You think you see an unfamiliar glint in his eyes, but it might be the lighting.

“Where do you work?”

“Oh,” you place your arms on the table, swirling the straw in your drink, “I’m a sales manager.”

“That’s interesting.”

You smile, “not as interesting as your job.”

He laughs, deep and rich, “it has its pros and cons.”

Silence settles once again but it isn’t uncomfortable, you can tell that he’s searching for something to say as much as you are.

“You-“

“What-“

You chuckle, “go on.”

He shakes his head, holding up his palms, “please continue.”

You take a sip from your drink and lick your lips, “what do you do for fun?”

“Hmmm,” he tips his head back, staring up at the ceiling while you get a glimpse of the moles on his neck. Tiny moles get you weak, and you have no idea when you started to develop that fetish.

“I like to visit museums, mountain climbing, cycling. Mostly outdoorsy kinda stuff.”

“That’s fun. I’m kind of the same. I was actually thinking of booking a night at the campsite.”

“The experience is unlike any other. The different sounds from the birds throughout the night and then in the morning. And sometimes you can hear the lions. It’s amazing.”

“The lions?”

Your eyes bulge out, remembering how frightened you were when you visited Road Y.

“No no. Everything is closed up, don’t worry. We take extra care when it comes to the campsite but like, from afar, you can hear them.”

“Oh,” you take a breath of relief, seeing him laugh at your reaction.

His eyes dart across the table and he grabs the tiny butter container, cradling it in his palms.

“This is so cute. Aww.”

You’re not surprised at his sudden outburst, but over a tiny butter dish?

“You’ve never seen one of these before?”

He sticks out his bottom lip, “no.”

You giggle, grabbing the other one and poking at it. It is cute.

With a few more rubs over the foil packaging, he sets it down on the table, meeting your gaze.

“I like small and cute things.”

Something about the gruffness in his voice, and his words sends a shiver down the length of your spine.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he replies, eyes still glued to yours and the air seems to shift because the next bite he takes of the steak has you folding one leg over the other.

Despite your disapproval, you didn’t forget that he called you pretty and his firm hold on your waist when he said that you were tiny.

“What else do you want to know about me?”

You’re broken out of your daydream, if you spent a second longer staring at his biceps you would’ve drooled all over this table.

“What do you want to know about me?”

He cocks an eyebrow, “I asked first.”

You level his stare, boobs pressing against the table as you lean forward, “and I asked second.”

The twitch in his jaw causes a thrill to shoot through your body. The look in his eyes isn’t the lighting, you know that for sure.

The way he slumps in his chair gives you the idea that he tried his best to let it go.

“I want to know…What do you like the most about yourself?”

You sip your drink leisurely as you think of your response, knowing that your answer might have the power to steer the conversation in a different direction.

“I’d say I like my passion, my drive to do my best in whatever task is hand. I’m a pretty good friend, my generosity.”

He nods, looking at his right hand that’s spread on the table.

“And I have a nice ass. So, that too.”

Just like that, you know that his soft boy persona is something that’s only meant for the daytime. His eyes flicker up to yours, sucking his lower lip into his mouth.

“Your ass?”

“Yeah,” you shrug, feigning nonchalance as you dig into the ice that’s melting at the bottom of your cup.

“Anyway, wh-“

“I think you have a great ass.”

He’s closer now, both palms resting on the table, pecs pressing into the side.

“Thanks,” you keep your eyes on the glass, “I know.”

The deep sigh he lets out makes you smile in satisfaction, hidden by the strands of your hair.

“What do you like the most about yourself?”

You throw his question back at him, and his answer comes tumbling out.

“I like my patience, my ability to work under pressure, my compassion. I like my height.”

You jolt when he tucks your hair behind your ear, providing a clear view of his face as he continues.

“I like my hands, and my built. And maybe…other things.”

“What other things?”

You watch the smirk grow on his face, wondering how you went from bored to straight up horny for this guy. It must be his handsome features, or the way he clenches his jaw or the fact that he’s a giant next to you. His pretty fingers that seem proficient in things you would appreciate. The way his t-shirt seems a little too tight for him.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I would,” you don’t forget the teasing lilt in your voice, seeing his chest rise and fall with his steady breaths.

“Maybe,” he whispers, beckoning you to lean in closer with his index finger, “maybe if things go my way, you’d find out.”

“Your way?”

He nods, gaze locking on your lips, “my way.”

Abruptly, he shifts back in his chair, and you hate the winded feeling you’re getting from his cologne, his hot breath that fanned across your face.

You want this man. But you want to push him to see how much he can take.

“Or my way.”

He tilts his head to stare at you, biceps bulging as he folds his arms, “your way?”

“Mhmm, so anyway, I’m done with my meal. Are you done?”

You point to his plate, oil pooling at the center with the last piece of steak on the side, ignoring the burning stare on your face.

“Let’s get the bill,” you call for the waitress who skips over to your table.

“Yes?”

“We’re done. Can we get the bill, please?”

She glances at Namjoon’s plate, “should I pack this up for him?”

“Should she?”

He shrugs, jaw set, sneering as he speaks, “yes, thank you.”

The threatening gleam in his eyes makes you grin, peering at him through your lashes innocently.

“You’re giving me a ride home, right?”

He chuckles, the sound a little menacing to your ears, “yes.”

When the bill is placed on your table, you reach for it, but he pulls it out of your grip, taking out his wallet to tuck a few bills on the inside. You open your mouth to protest but he cuts you off.

“Come on,” with the legs of the chair screeching against the tile, he shuffles out of the restaurant with you following close behind.

Maybe your plan backfired. Maybe he’s upset with your behavior, you did put an end to your date. Now you’re questioning if you were a little too much, too rude. It’s your first, probably last, date with this guy and you brushed everything off. Maybe you misinterpreted the situation.

Panicking, you click in your seatbelt once you’re seated in his car, which smells a lot like his cologne. He reaches into his pocket to pull out his car keys, but just before he can start the engine, you place a hand on his knee.

“I had fun tonight.”

He raises an eyebrow, the streetlight casting a bright glow to his vexed features.

“Yeah?”

Swallowing the guilt, you nod, hoping that you can propose another date when he places a finger on your jaw.

“The fun hasn’t begun.”

With a shudder, you grip onto your purse as he zooms onto the roads, heat building between your legs in anticipation.

You’re biting back the accomplished smile when you realize that your plan worked, that he cracked, that what you saw in the restaurant was just a glimpse of his other side. You want to send your best friend a quick text to thank her, but the jitters render you motionless, excitement building as he parks the car outside a large apartment building.

The interior of his apartment is simple, with a bookshelf and desk placed near the sliding door in his lounge.

“I would offer you something to drink,” he towers over you, bottom lip catching between his teeth, “but I think you had enough.”

He takes your purse from your hand delicately and places it on the couch, backing you up until the backs of your knees hit the plush material.

You fall onto the couch, neck straining as you stare up at him. He places his hands on the wall behind you, you sink further down into the couch, core throbbing in want, in need.

“Do you want this?”

“Want what?”

Your playful smile returns when you catch sight of his jaw locking once again. In pure irritation.

“What do you think?”

“What are you talking about?”

Even with him leaving no room for you to breathe, you find a way to tease him and you know he’s enjoying it as much as you are, if the way his cock twitches in his shorts is any indication.

“Take off your pants.”

You want to tease him even more, but you obey, unbuttoning the material and sliding it off your legs, suddenly grateful for wearing your lacy black lingerie.

He licks his lips, eyes travelling from your feet, up to your thighs and stopping at the apex. You spread your legs a bit, giving him the perfect view of your panties that cling to your wet folds. He exhales a shuddering breath, looming over you.

“Your shirt.”

“What about it?”

How wrong you were about him. He’s just your type.

“Take. It. Off.”

Reaching behind you to undo the button, you tug the hem until the soft material lays next to your pants on the floor, placing both your hands in your lap.

“Turn around.”

He still doesn’t give you enough space, but you manage to set your knees on the couch, gripping the backrest, knowing how he must be salivating at the view of your round ass.

“Panties. Off.”

You groan, loudly, wanting to ask why he can’t do it himself but the sudden grip he has on your hair makes you yelp, panties caught around your ankles.

“This is what you want, right? You want to be at my mercy,” his voice is soft yet stern, lips grazing the shell of your ear.

“Yes,” you spread your legs when his hand slides over your abdomen, swollen folds exposed to the cool air.

You almost moan when he shoves you face down into the couch, arm lifting you up so your ass is in the air.

“You’re going to count for me.”

Nodding, you press your cheek into the cushion, watching him pull off his shirt, wanting to feel up his sinewy body.

“I said,” he smacks your ass, “you’re going to count for me.”

“Yes, yes. But I have to ask,” you lift your head so you can see the expression on his face better, “is that all you got?”

His lips curl, pads of his fingers digging into your hips as he pulls your ass up higher. You expect him to hit you with his own witty remark but the force of his hand meeting your right ass cheek has your eyes scrunching shut.

“One,” you breathe, collecting yourself enough to pretend to yawn.

He growls, large palm smacking each of your ass cheeks twice.

“Two…three…four…five.”

The boredom in your tone causes him to grab you by your hair once again, lifting you up so your arms carry all your weight. The next swat to your ass has your pussy clenching, head lolling forward when he lands another three in quick succession.

“Five six seven.”

He laughs, hand winding through your hair to lift you up so your back presses against his sweaty chest.

“Such a dumb slut. Can’t even keep count,” you don’t even realize your mistake because he’s pushing you forward and letting his index finger glide through your folds. You try to spread your legs but your panties, as well as the small space, restrict your movement.

His palm comes down slowly on your folds, almost like he’s testing it out before you’re crying out his name once he slaps your clit, the loud squelch of your pussy can be heard each time you clench your dripping hole. You moan unabashedly when he starts to rub your folds, spreading you open by gripping onto your ass.

“You got a big fucking mouth, hmm? After tonight I like to see you use that smart mouth of yours again. What? Such a fucking slut.”

You’re a mumbling mess, pushing back against his hand for more friction, arousal dribbling down your thighs.

“Close…am close,” you blubber, rolling your hips in circles against his fingers, chasing the sweet release that seems ten times better than when you’re alone in your room, your own fingers working against your clit, whimpering and squirming in the quiet.

He smacks your clit once again and you jolt, pleading with him when your body shivers after your high was ripped away, the beginnings of tears brimming in your eyes.

“Oh? You thought that you were gonna cum? That’s cute. Only good girls get to cum and you’ve been a very-“ he cups your pussy “very- bad- girl.” He punctuates each word with a harsh smack to your folds, tears streaming down your cheeks.

He helps you up so you’re laying on your back, tearing your panties off your ankles as he settles between your legs, almost unrecognizable with the ravenous spark in his eyes as his mouth connects to your clit, tongue spreading your folds, flicking and pressing against your engorged bundle of nerves until you’re shaking, coating his tongue in your juices when he purses his lips around your clit and wiggles his face into your pussy, fingers tangling in his hair.

“Yes. Yes, right there. Fuck!”

You’re grinding against his tongue, the euphoric release being the only thing on your mind as you feel the familiar heat crawl from the top of your head down to your toes, curling with the pleasurable strokes of his tongue. He flexes the wet muscle into your sopping hole, nose nudging your clit until you’re spasming and bursting onto his tongue, seeing stars behind your lids as your back arches, still keeping his face in your pussy as the heels of your foot press into his back, pushing him further as you ride out your high. He doesn’t let up and soon you’re twitching, nails digging into his scalp with the overstimulation.

A shrill breaks into the air when his teeth tugs on your clit, sitting up on your elbows, trying to squirm away from him.

He wipes his chin, slick with your juices, with the back of his hand, chest heaving, hair sticking up as he pulls down his shorts and boxer briefs. You sit up, undoing the clasp of your bra and flinging it across the lounge, wanting nothing more than to have his thick cock in your mouth.

As you’re about to sit at the edge of the couch and grab his thighs to pull him closer, he tugs on your hair and makes you kneel in front of him, hissing when you twist your palm around the leaking head.

Gaze set on his, your tongue darts out in kittenish licks, but he wants none of that because soon, you’re choking on his rock-hard length, saliva trickling from the corners of your mouth as he guides you along his length.

“This is what your big mouth is good for. Choking on my cock.”

Your nails pierce into the flesh on his thighs, dull ache burning your scalp with how hard he’s tugging on your strands of hair but it’s all causing you to shift uncomfortably, watching him throw his head back when you swallow around the tip. He’s ruthless with his thrusts, head lodging in your hot throat, groaning in pleasure as he fucks your mouth, nose pressing into his pubic bone with each snap of his hips.

The pressure between your legs becomes too much, and you reach down to rub your clit in slow circles, jaw aching as he holds your mouth over his cock, moaning around his length as you spread your slick around your clit.

He pulls you off his cock when he sees your fingers between your thighs, holding you up by your shoulders and slamming you into the nearest wall. Not a wall, his sliding door. The cool glass is nothing compared to the scorching heat surging through you and heating up your skin.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he pinches your clit between his index finger and thumb, hot mouth covering yours in a searing kiss, tongue licking every inch of your wet cavern.

“Look at you, letting me abuse your tiny little pussy.”

He grips your thigh and hooks your leg around his waist, you’re sucking on his neck, wanting nothing more than to be impaled on his cock. He fumbles for a condom in his shorts pocket, bending over and in the process, giving you more space to suck hickeys into, nails raking down his fleshy back.

“This is what you like,” he opens the packaging and rolls on the condom, dipping his head to suck on your perky nipples noisily, “you like it like this and you know what that makes you?”

The breath gets knocked out of your lungs when his cock slides into your pulsating hole, mewling when he begins to snap his hips, stretching you open.

“A good little whore,” he grunts, nipping on your earlobe as he wraps both your legs around his waist, thick cock dragging along every ridge in your pussy.

The sliding door rattles behind you, gasping with each push of his cock into your hole. You’re holding onto his shoulders, eyes cracking open to see him watch the way his cock disappears into your pussy, almost like he’s hypnotized with the way his big cock gets swallowed up by your heat.

“So fucking good, so fucking tight,” he supports your weight by gripping onto your ass, helping you move in tandem with his thrusts, walls squeezing around him.

“You’re gonna cum again? Hmm? You like having my fat cock in your pussy.”

You nod meekly, eyes fluttering shut when you feel the stirrings of your high, groaning in sweet bliss when your pussy clenches uncontrollably, milking his cock as you cum, burying your face in the crook of his neck, nails dragging down his back as you ride out your orgasm.

In your haze, you don’t even realize that he reached his end until he sets you down on the couch and you notice the end of the condom hanging with his cum.

He waddles down the hallway on the other end of the lounge and returns wearing a fresh set of shorts and a t-shirt, holding a damp cloth to help you clean up. Your cheeks heat when he pulls the blanket from the back of the couch and drapes it over your shivering body.

“I’m sorry if I was too-“

“It’s okay,” you rush to say, refusing to meet his worried gaze, having expected him to say something along those lines.

“I know you didn’t want to come today.”

Your head whips to the side to see his downturned mouth, picking at his nails.

“What do you mean?”

“I kind of sensed it.”

Guilt overtakes any other emotion. You scoot closer to him, nudging his side with your shoulder, noticing the scars on his neck. Your doing.

“Well, I do think you’re a great guy.”

“But…I’m not your type?”

Your mouth hangs open, not knowing what to say to that because after the past few hours, your opinion of him changed drastically.

“You are…not what I expected. I didn’t expect any of this.”

“You know that someone’s personality and their behavior in a relationship, in the bedroom, especially, don’t always correlate.”

Why does he seem so disheartened?

“I was…wrong to class you before I even got to know you.”

He offers a small smile, laughing when you intertwine your fingers, leaning into his warmth.

“I’m hoping that I can get to know you better.”

“Of course,” he grins, a grin that’s reminiscent of the first time you saw him, sporting that black and yellow uniform.

Kim Namjoon, wasn’t what you expected and maybe you were warming up to his gentle personality since yesterday. You know that you have a bad habit of basing people’s personalities off your first impression and in Namjoon’s case, all you saw was him at work, mingling with the animals he cares for dearly.

He’s certainly your type.

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Beware the Woods

Summary: Jimin finds out what lies within the darks woods of the enchanted forest

Pairing: Jimin x reader

WC: 4.2k

Genre: Fantasy au, supernatural au

Rating: Explicit. NO MINORS ALLOWED!

Warning: oral (f receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, a brief mention of a possessive ex

A/N: This fic was inspired by Red Riding Hood, and is a stand alone piece though it can also stand as some sort of a sequel of The Queen’s Secret from my Bangtan Fairytale series.

Jimin is lost.

He is quite certain he has passed that tree before- probably a few times- and yet here he is, back at square one again, nowhere closer to the King’s Road. He looks up; the sky is blood orange. He feels a sense of trepidation creeping in; there is no hope of escaping these woods in the dark at this rate. He will have to continue tomorrow. For now, survival instinct kicks in- he needs to find shelter quickly, before the sun sets and darkness settles in.

And then there it is again- a flash of red just in the corner of his eyes. The red that got him in this predicament in the first place. He saw it when he was resting by the King’s Road, the safest path through the dark forest. The bright color had caught his eyes then, and it was so out of place, so unusual that he just had to investigate.

Investigating- that’s why he’s in this part of the land, isn’t he? Even without the King’s order, he and Taehyung would have come anyway to look for the missing knight whom they have, in time, considered as their own brother.

The flashes of red keep appearing, however, between the trees and the shrubs, as if taunting him. He decides to pay no attention to it. He keeps walking, desperate to find a safe refuge before dark. As the light slowly disappears, he feels the hair on his skin stand. He does not have much time left. He picks up his pace, until he starts running.

Jimin runs and runs, with the darkness chasing him, until suddenly he comes upon a small open plain, with red flowers dotting the green grass, and a small, cozy hut sits in the middle of it all. He stops, dumbfounded at the sight before him. The sun has completely set, and the moon, suddenly high up in the night sky, shines down on the scenery before him, making everything glitters and shimmers.  

Jimin looks behind him and around. The dark woods surrounding the meadow still look foreboding, but somehow this feels a lot safer. And the hut- it looks so very inviting, and he is so very exhausted.

Trusting his instincts, he walks swiftly forward until he reaches the hut. There, he knocks a few times, and lets himself in when no one answers the door. Inside, it is as cozy as it looks outside. A small bed sits in a corner, a hearth is lit and the warmth is so very inviting. He wanders further in, taking in his surroundings. Then with a long exhale, he drops onto the bed. He takes off his coat and unbuckles his sword, though he keeps it close. He lies down then, letting his guard down and for fatigue to take over. What a mistake, as he must have dozed off, and when he opens his eyes, a face is staring at him.

The face is hidden under an oversized hood, and the color… he sits up immediately and reaches for the sword he left by his side. Only, it is no longer there.

“Hello, human,” you greet, then you lean in. “No big eyes, no big ears.”

Jimin continues staring at the colour of the hood, making his blood run cold. “Who are you?”

“No big teeth. Good.” You finally straighten up, seemingly satisfied. “Now, would you like some tea?”

He blinks, a little confused at how nonchalant you are towards a stranger that has invaded what he assumes is your home. His guard is back up. After all, it is your cape that lured him to enter the woods in the first place. He watches you puttering around, heating up a kettle and a pot in the hearth. Then you turn back towards him, face still covered by the hood.

“Who are you? WHAT are you?” Jimin repeats his question.

“Oh, how rude of me. I’m a fairy.” You lower your hood and smile at him.

“Fairy? Fairies don’t exist!” Jimin looks around. Where is his damn sword?

“Well, you are in the presence of one,” you say matter of factly. “Will you please relax? Your coat and your sword are there by the door.”

He glances to where you are gesturing and breathes a sigh of relief. But taking his eyes off of you is a mistake, for in that split moment, you have come even closer to him and have even started sniffing him. He is frozen, from the way you are literally pressing yourself against him. Your hands are flat on his chest, your hair is brushing his chin, and your nose is mere millimeters away from the skin of his neck. He can feel your breathing, and he takes a sharp inhale when he feels your lips graze his collarbone. The air around him is thick with the sickly sweet aroma of roses, making him feel dizzy. He pushes you away, somewhat gently.

“It’s been a while since I last met a human male,” you reluctantly move back,  while you lick your lips and  your eyes turn sharp for a second, exploring over his body. “What name do you go by, human?”

“J- Jimin,” Jimin replies, stuttering under your gaze. He knows what lust looks like. He has been at the receiving end of such glares and oglings, being one of the younger knights in the King’s Court. And he knows how to control it, even when he is overwhelmed by it. But now, in this little hut in the middle of what he believes is an enchanted forest, he finds he has very little command over his own desires. How can he, when you look at him as if you were ready to devour him? This must be what a prey feels like under the eyes of a predator.

He pushes you further away from him, and he shuffles, heavily, towards the door. Until a howling breaks through the night and sends chills down his spice.

“Oh great, he’s out again.” You groan as you go back to the hearth and hurriedly pour the hot liquid from the kettle to a cup. You offer it to Jimin.

“I’m not drinking that.”

You huff. “That deranged beast is going to come knocking on my door if he smells you. And you reek of human. So you better drink this, or else I might as well kick you out.”

Faced with the options of being poisoned or facing a wolf (he assumes from the sound of the howls), he calculates he has a better chance of survival with the animal than with a seductress in a red cape and a questionable substance in a cup.

“It’s a full moon. Don’t even think your sword is enough to slaughter him.” You push the cup towards him.

Jimin glances out of the small window. The round moon seems to mock his predicament. Sighing, he knows he has to take his chances. He receives the cup and downs the liquid inside. It is not so bad, he was expecting worse. It tastes like flowers, roses perhaps, although he has no idea how a rose would taste like.

“Now, help me bolt the door and close the windows. It’s best that he thinks I’m not home.” You quickly put out the fire, even pouring ashes to the embers to plunge the hut into darkness with only slivers of moonlight seeping in.

Jimin does as you asked, obediently, his mind still swirling with the event that is happening. You then gesture to Jimin to keep quiet and to sit at the table. He obeys you silently, and when you put a bowl of food in front of him, his stomach grumbles. He thinks he sees a shadow of a smile on your face.

“Eat up,” you place a spoon in his hand. “It’s mushroom stew.”

You sit across from him and start to dig in. Jimin takes a deep breath and takes a spoonful. He’s drunk fairy tea, and is now eating fairy stew. He can only hope for the best. You both eat in silence until curiosity gets the better of him.

“So, this wolf,” he whispers, “you seem to know him?”

“Regrettably. He’s my ex boyfriend.”

Jimin chokes. “Excuse me?”

“It’s so stupid,” he can hear the irritation in your voice. “It’s been so long ago, and he just refuses to move on.”

He stares at you. Still trying to process what he has just heard. You continue drinking your soup lazily.

“The breakup was amicable enough, but he doesn’t like that I’m fond of humans. I guess it messes up his smells or something? Back when I was much younger and more naive, I always helped humans who were lost in the woods. Until I brought a sickly old lady here, to help her recuperate…” you trail off, shuddering. “It wasn’t pretty. That’s why you should eat as much as my food so he will never catch your smell.”

Jimin nods, he has so many more questions but is unsure even where to start. After a few spoonfuls, he has to ask the most important one.

“You said it’s been a while since you met a human male.”

“Ah yes,” you sigh. “That was a mess too. A rebound that did not end quite so well. For him especially.”

“Is that why you lured me into the forest?”

You point your spoon towards him. “I did not lure you. You walked in on your own volition. I was simply making sure you were safe. Why do you think you’re here now?”

Jimin blushes. “Thank you for your help. Truly.”

You smile back at him. His heart jumps a little. “The tree spirits don’t like humans much. With all the chopping and burning. So, I can’t possibly let them eat up a very handsome human.”

Another choke escapes his mouth. “You’re just saying that because you haven’t met a human male in a while.” He manages to reply, meeting your gaze head on.

“I mean it,” you giggle. “When I saw you at the edge of the forest, I knew I wanted you.”

No words are spoken after that, as none are needed. The silence is heavy in the air, as well as the building tension between him and you. He hears another howling, this time it sounds a little further away. He finishes his stew, and remains quiet as you take your and his empty bowls away.

Jimin watches you. You still have the blood red cape on. The material falls just below your knees, leaving the rest of your legs bare. He realises then that you are barefeet, and in the darkness, he sees how you seem to glow, a shimmer of silver slathered over your skin. He wonders what it would feel like to run his hands from your ankle up to your calves, and beyond.

Catching his staring, you offer your hand to him. “Come to bed,” you whisper. He swallows thickly, then takes your hand.

It has been a long while indeed. Your distant memory tells you that humans are always warmer to the touch, and Jimin is no different. The heat from his hand spreads throughout your arm and all over your body, making you crave him more. You pull him, and pliantly, he follows you to bed.

Facing each other, he allows you to undress him. His vest goes off first, then his tunic to reveal an undershirt that makes you heat up even more. The soft material is flowy yet it sticks to him, encasing his chest and abdomen so beautifully. Your hand ghosts over his torso, eager to trace it until your eyes fall on his arms. They are lean yet so muscular, every line of his muscle visible for your adoration.

“You should take this off too. It’s only fair.”

His soft voice breaks your reverie, and you find his fingers on your cape. Possessively, you grip it tighter, like a protective cloak over your body. You feel him stepping back.

“I’m sorry, like I said, it’s been a while.” Your voice shakes.

“I know,” his whispers caress you. “You take the lead. Or if you want me to, I’ll be gentle.”

Your heart is beating so hard against your chest. As much as you have imagined this moment since you first laid eyes on him, the reality is scaring you. Humans, your distant memory also tells you, are selfish, prideful creatures. Yet, his voice is soothing and kind, forcing you to believe that he can very well be an exception. So you decide to trust him. You take off your cape slowly and you hear his sharp intake of breath when you reveal yourself to him.

“Can I touch you?” His voice sounds strained.

“Yes,” you answer, your body a bundle of nerves from the anticipation.

His hands rest on your waist, and they glide up and around, sending electricity all over your body. “You wear THIS under your cape?”

You look down at your garment and then back up at him. “Well yes, what do you expect me to wear?”

He chuckles. “I’m just not used to seeing anyone wearing a see through dress, that’s all.”

Oh, that’s a good thing, isn’t it? “Do you like it?”

“Absolutely. Now, little fairy, what do you want me to do?”

You watch his eyes, so full of lust and desire now. How they rake up and down your body, with his tongue peeking out to wet his plump lips.  “Can you taste me?”

“With pleasure.” He lies down on the bed, and guides you to straddle his body. You feel him pushing you to shift all the way up until you are hovering above his face. He bunches up your translucent dress until they pool around your waist, then he pulls you down. The material flows over his face like a curtain, and you are mesmerised by how he looks underneath.

The first lick is enough to send you into ecstasy. You shudder as you bury your fingers in his hair. You grind your hips above his mouth, encouraging him to take more of your nectar. As his tongue works its wonder in your sex, you hear him humming and swallowing, which only sends you into further bliss.

One of his hands moves to your front, pulling the hood over your clit to reveal it to his waiting tongue. You bite down hard on your lip to prevent any moans escaping, but it is to no avail. The pressure keeps building inside you, and you nearly explode when you feel intrusion into your hole.

“Sshh, you’re getting so loud.” The hand from your front moves up to your face to quiet you down, but you grab it and shove two fingers into your mouth.

“Oh fuck, my sweets,” he whines before his lips close around your clit. You suck on his fingers harder, like your life depends on it, letting them absorb every moan and groan coming out of you.

You have never had pleasure like this before. You are being brought to the height of your euphoria so quickly that you do not even realise when you fall off the cliff. Drooling over his fingers, in your mouth and between your legs, your body continues to shake, as his tongue does not let up the assault on your nub. He only stops when you nearly collapse on top of him.

He lies you down on the bed and cuddles you as you come down from your high. You are shivering, and he pulls you in closer, rubbing his hands all over your body to warm you up. “Are you alright? Do you want to continue?”

You nod mindlessly. “Yes, please.”

Jimin pulls off his slacks to free his cock and promptly positions it at your entrance. He pushes in slowly, stopping anytime you show any discomfort.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

You grip his shoulders. “I’m fine, just keep going. Just fuck me, please.”

He needs not be told twice. With one long determined stroke, he fills you so completely and you mewl, your body and mind unable to process the pleasure. You force your eyes open to watch him, to see how he strains when he pulls himself halfway out, and how he bites back his own groans when he sheathes himself in fully again.

“Oh, Jimin.” Your eyes flutter as he continues his slow pistoning.

“Do you like that? Does it feel good?” He lowers himself down to nuzzle your neck. You welcome his weight on top of you.

“Oh by the moon, yes!” You wrap your arms and legs around him, unwilling to let him leave you empty. “Fuck me, please. Keep fucking me.”

He picks up his pace, and pumps himself fast and hard into you, until your bed creaks and hits the wall repeatedly, the thumping in sync with the squelching sounds from your cunt.

“So fucking wet, so tight,” he breathes heavily, “so good, so good.”

His body rubs against yours, with only his undershirt and your dress between your skins. The friction from the material rubbing against your sensitive nipples only heightens your pleasure even more. He snakes a hand in between your body to grab and squeeze your breast, his fingers hard and rough, pinching your nipple.

Your moans are getting louder again, so he kisses you to swallow all your lustful sounds. You are giddy; you can taste yourself on him, as well as your rose tea, and then beneath all that, just him, just Jimin. All male, all human and all yours.

You whine against his lips when he rams himself into you. You nip his lower lip, signalling to him that you like it. He takes the hint well enough, for he does it again, and again, and again.

“Oh Jimin, Jimin,” you babble, “I can’t hold it back.”

“Then don’t,” he whispers hoarsely in your ear. “Let go for me.”

You do as he asks. Your second climax rips through you, making your walls clench so tightly around him and your body vibrate in ecstasy. You let out a silent scream, and he continues pistoning himself as your walls pulsate around his cock, then he rips himself out of you. Stroking his cock furiously, he spills his seed all over your lower abdomen.

Jimin collapses beside you, panting. His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you close to him. Somewhere outside, the wolf howls again.

Jimin wakes up with the sun on his face. He enjoys the warmth and stretches lazily, until remembers where he is. He jerks up, to find you sitting at your table, sipping from your cup. You smile at him.

He is not one to blush, but the sight of you takes his breath away. Your skin shimmered under the moonlight, but beneath the sun rays, you glow. He feels his cheeks heating up at the memory of your love making- how your first couple orgams unleashed all your desire and lust, making you so eager to wrap your lips around him and take all of his seeds, and to sit proudly on his cock, riding him until he was a blubbering mess beneath you.

“Good morning,” you greet him cheerfully, bringing him back to the present. You are wearing that translucent fairy dress again. “Get ready, I’ll take you back to the King’s Road.”

He frowns internally. There’s a discomfort between his legs that he knows only you can soothe, but there is also one in his chest that he is unfamiliar with. He tries to ignore both, and cupping himself to hide his growing erection from you, he starts dressing quietly. You help him put his vest and his coat back on, and he wonders if it is his imagination when your fingers linger on every button, and when once fully dressed, he sees both affection and sadness in your eyes. You smile again when you convince him to down another cup of your concoction. He gladly does so, savoring the last drop and hoping the taste will never leave his mouth.

Then together, he leaves the hut with you. You have your red cape back on, but with the hood down. He walks slightly behind you, stealing glances at your face in the sun. You giggle when you catch him looking, and with confidence, he grabs your hand to link your fingers together. When you both reach the border of the meadow and the forest, he looks back to the hut and the grassy pasture in fondness, almost not wanting to leave at all.

“I never asked, why did you come to this part of the land at all? The King’s knights never venture this far.” You chuckle when he looks at you questioningly. “The emblem on your sword, Jimin. Even us fairies know what that means. It hasn’t changed at all in hundreds of years.”

“Ah,” he glances at the hilt of his sword. “We- me and another fellow knight- are looking for a friend. We received reports he was last seen entering the woods.”

You stop suddenly. “Is he a knight too? Does he wear the same clothes as you do?”

“Yes, this is our regalia. Wait, have you seen him?”

A reluctant smile adorns your face. Jimin does not like how despondent you suddenly look. “I wish I could say no, so you might come to the forest again to search for him.”

You start walking again, pulling him along with you. “But, talk to the old lady at the crossroad. She’s a witch, but the village folks know her as a healer. She would be able to help you.”

“Thank you,” Jimin brings your hand to his lips and kisses it. He smiles when he sees a shade of pink blooming on your cheeks. What the hell, it’s worth a shot. “Why don’t you come with me?”

“What?” Your eyes widen in shock. “I… I can’t. I won’t survive in your world.”

“I don’t think I can just leave you after last night.”

“Jimin, don’t.” You whine softly. He does not like the sound of distress in your voice, so he leaves it at that. You continue walking in silence, and he tries to savor every moment of it.

In the distance, he sees the trees start to stand a little more apart, and the air too, starts to change. It is not as light and fragrant, and the smell of roses is starting to fade away, to his dismay.

“This is the furthest I can go.” You declare, stopping by an old tree.

“Can I come visit you again?”

You smile softly. “You know where to find me.”

“A flash of red in the corner of my eye.” He stands closer to you, both hands on your cheeks, thumbs caressing the skin and wiping the small droplets of tears from your eyes. He can never stop being in awe of your glittering skin.

“I’ll be waiting.” You raise on your tiptoes and kiss him. He deepens the kiss, wrapping his arms around you, trying his best to take as much of you as he can. Then you release yourself from his hold and step back, a sign for him to continue on and leave you behind.

“I’ll come back,” Jimin promises. Then with a heavy heart, he forces his feet to move, to take him out of the forest, back to the King’s Road,.

You don’t hold Jimin to his promise. Such is the magic of the enchanted forest. Weeks and months pass by, and you know that with time, what happened in the woods becomes nothing more than a blurry memory, or even a dream whose details are always out of grasp. So when you just so happen to wander close to the edge of the forest in your blood red cape and you don’t spot the man who can smile with his eyes, whose lips are as luscious as the plums grown in your meadow, you don’t feel disappointed. At all.

Until one fine day, when you are sitting at the top of your favorite tree, eating an apple a spirit gave you a few trees back, you spot something that makes your heart jump. The King’s road is clear from where you are, and your eyes catch sight of the banners with the King’s emblems flying high and proud against the summer wind, leading a parade of horses and carriages towards the edge of the forest.

You dare yourself to hope, just a little bit.

You watch curiously when the finest of the carriages stops, which makes the rest of the retinue follow suit, and a woman with a baby in her arms steps out. Two men follow her- one you do not recognise but his attire tells you that he is someone important, and the second… you grin when you realise who it is. The rabbit has found its way home after all.

Your smile dies out suddenly when another person comes into view. Unlike the others, he is not looking at the woman and her baby. Instead, he looks towards the trees, towards you, as if searching for something.

You hold your breath as you watch Jimin like a hawk. You are not sure if he could see you this far away, but maybe, a flash of red is all it will take. You stand on the branch, heart beating wildly and desperately, willing him to angle his head just so that he will catch a glimpse of your cape. You see him freezing momentarily, and you let out a shaky breath.

Another man comes up to him, and they converse briefly, before he takes off towards the forest. The men and the woman with the baby wave at him, as if they expect him to do exactly what he is doing now.

You quickly climb down and haste closer towards the boundary of the enchanted forest. You wait there, behind the trees and the shrubs, and then you hear the crunch of branches and leaves.

“Red?” A familiar voice calls out.

You cannot hold back the tears as you smile.

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Published 26102021, also crossposted to my ao3

#bts smut #bts fanfic #jimin smut #jimin x you #jimin x oc #jimin x reader #bangtan fairytale

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The Fabled Collab Masterlist

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You’ve wandered deep into a moss-covered forest. The dense canopy muting the bright summer sun as it passes overhead. Soft bird songs entices you further and further within the woodland’s embrace.

As you look up, trying to glimpse the brightly colored wildlife, you unknowingly stumble into a fae circle. The red-spotted mushrooms catching your eye as you try to step beyond their grasp.

Welcome to The Fabled Collaboration, a Bangtan Fae event. This is an open collaboration/event for fanfiction authors hosted by @joontopia @kimtaehyunq and @whipped-for-kpop-fics .

Sponsored by: @ksmutclub and @whipped-kpop-creators

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✼ Forbidden Fruit by @joontopia​​   Pairing: Fae!Seokjin x Human!reader   Genre: Friends to Lovers | Smut   Summary: Your family has spent centuries working with the Faeries who reside in the Cypheria Forest. The partnership has one rule and one rule only, no falling in love. The aging difference of the Humans and Faes making the whole affair way too messy. But what if you have already fallen in love with your Fae? And what if he found a way to keep you with him forever?

✼ TBA

✼ Let Me Love You by @baepsaesbae​​    Pairing: Day Fairy!Hoseok x Night Fairy!reader    Genre: Angst | Idiots to Lovers | Smut    Summary:   The summer solstice is here and it’s time to celebrate. Your favorite part of the solstice is that you get to see Hoseok, or rather, the love of your life. It’s too bad you haven’t told him how you really felt, even though it has been centuries. Maybe this year will be different.

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✼ The Caged Flower by @agustdjoon​​   Pairing: Hoseok x reader   Genre: Fantasy | Angst    Summary: You had come to hate these kind of events with time, but your father didn’t give you any choice in this matter. But for some reason this time is different; as soon as your eyes landed on him, you knew you wanted him. You had to have him. You needed him.

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✼ Little Stratham by @wynniewright​​  Pairing: Hoseok x reader  Genre: Fantasy | Smut | Fluff  Summary: TBA

✼ Faeted by @joontopia​     Part 1 | Part 2      Pairing: Dark Fae!Namjoon x Human!reader      Genre: Dark Fantasy | Angst | Smut Summary:  Namjoon only only saw humans as playthings. Lower beings that were only there entertainment and not worthy to be considered ‘mates’ for the Faes of Cypheria. That was until he saw you. The moment Namjoon laid eyes on you, all the rules changed. And he would stop at nothing to make you his.

✼ Fall into My Trap by @helenazbmrskai​     Pairing: Faerie!Jimin x Human Healer!reader     Genre: Fantasy | Strangers to Lovers | Smut     Summary:  News travel fast after the Fae king’s daughter falls ill. On short notice, every healer community around the land is notified of the upcoming Tournament with the final goal in mind – to choose the best. You’re about to decline the invitation when your caretaker pulls out an old letter. It’s convenient how a letter from your mother can convince you at the end to join.

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✼ Please, Lie to Me by @ressjeon​    Pairing: Seelie!Jimin x Mundane!reader    Genre: Urban Fantasy | Angst | Smut    Summary:  “centuries of loyalty vs. only months of fucking, how could you miscalculate?”

✼ Northdows Forest by @kimtaehyunq​​     Pairing:  Faerie!Taehyung x Female!reader     Genre: Smut Summary: A lovely interaction with a newfound magical creature who has round peculiar eyes, wispy red hair, and beautiful silk wings.

✼ The Forgotten Lands of Ellensbane by @springbean​​​   Pairing: Fae!Jungkook x Female!reader   Genre: Romance | Fantasy   Summary:   y/n is lost in a forest after she hikes through the wrong trail, and finds herself stepping into a world that may prove to be just as dangerous as it is beautiful.

✼ Dream of Red by @thebiasrekkers​        Part 1 | Part 2       Pairing: Unseelie!Jimin x Seelie Queen! Saoirse [The Spring Queen], Unseelie!Jungkook x Unseelie Queen! Greeva [The Winter Queen]       Genre: Dark Fantasy | Angst | Fluff | Smut Summary:  A vain and jealous Queen sets in motion a series of events that will change the Land of Fae and its citizens forever.

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✼ Fairy Bate by @lemonjoonah​   Pairing: Namjoon x reader; Jungkook x reader   Genre: Urban Fantasy | Angst | Smut   Summary: Consumed by writer’s block, you take a trip, with the hopes that it will help to inspire your creative thinking. But when you land at your destination, a location steeped in folklore and history, your vacation takes a surprising turn. Your guide Namjoon and driver Jungkook are far from those you expected to meet. Their aura, insight, and tokens along with a series of mysterious happenings lead you to believe they are not exactly who… or what, they claim to be.

#thefabledcollab #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts angst #bts fae au #fae au #bts fluff #bts fantasy au

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hi hii I was wondering if you had any taekook x reader fics ? 🙈 , also wondering if I could I go as 🗯 anon if that's okay? I love ur recs so much and ur page is a LIFESAVER , ily bae <3

🌷 Dear 🗯️ anon! I am sorry for answering so late. My drafts are all messed up but I was able to focus on this. On my 📍 pinned post, I actually asked if you meant love triangles or MMF smut but you didn't reply. So, I'll just put both =)

Enjoy! Much love and credit goes to all these wonderful writers who brought these fics to life 💖🥳

TaeKook Fics (Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook)

Love Triangle/s

M/M/F Smutty One Shots/Series

#ReadwithMe (fics in my reading queue/planning to read)

Love Triangle

All I Want @ardentlyjae - series [6/6] | 126k | War AU, Soldier!Taehyung | Heavy Angst, S

I actually read this on AO3 but I realized it’s on tumblr too. I remember this fic every time I hear Kodaline’s All I Want, which the fic was inspired by

Anima Meaology @arckook - series [5/5] | 26k | Soulmate AU, soulmate glitch (those with mismatched tattoos on their wrist) | A, F

I read this long ago on AO3 when I had this soulmate AU-fixation phase and I saw it on tumblr recently. Just had to read it again 🥺

Aquarium, Part 2 @whatifyoulivelikethat - two shot | 6.9k | cheating/infidelity, healing/comfort, second chances | A, F

I really like this comfort fic 🥰. Also shows that people deserve second chances, even the person who caused so much hurt. Screamed about it here and here

Change @junghelioseok - series [10/10] | 39.2k | a kind handsome stranger (Taehyung) makes you question your deteriorating relationship (Jungkook) | A, S, F

can I just say that Taehyung is such a sweetheart here 🥰? I always envision Paris Taehyung 2018 in this

Everything Goes @jamaisjoons - one shot | 24k | Fuckboy!Taehyung, Bestfriend!Taehyung, Stranger!Jungkook, unrequited love | A, S  (really angsty)

First Light @inktae - one shot | 24k | Bestfriend!Taehyung, Masked Jungkook who can’t seem to leave the forest, Fantasy AU, based on hotarubi no mori e | F

If you’ve seen my fic recs list, inktae is always part of my recs. The way they write is just emotionally and visually haunting. Their works are just masterpieces. This is beautifully heartbreaking and heartbreakingly beautiful.

House of Cards @aiimaginesbts - series [10/10] | 40k | infidelity au, taehyung in an arranged marriage with someone else, roommate Jungkook | A, S, F

don’t we all want to have a roommate like Jungkook who will be there to comfort you over your heartbreak over someone else?

Stealing the Bite by wildernessuntothemselves - series [6/6] | 37k | witch!reader x werewolf!taehyung x vampire!jungkook, supernatural au, fantasy au | S, A

I mentioned before that some are divided re the ending, so I wonder what’s going to be the reactions of others

The Muse @daddychims - one shot | 30k | Author!Reader, Bestfriend!Taehyung, Fuckboy!Taehyung,  Coworker!Jungkook, Taehyung offered OC to watch him have sex with another so she could write an erotic scene | S, A, F

The Universe of Us (read on mobile) @/taesthetes (officially closed her account) - one shot | 21k | Dream AU, Fantasy, Slice of Life, Kimi no Nawa-inspired | F, A

I am never going to shut up about this fic lol. It’s not exactly a love triangle, ugh hard to explain but please read this wonderful fic. Check their other KTH x R x JJK soulmate fic Cloud Ten too.

When You Least Expect @johobi - series [12/14 + drabble] | 118k | Slow Burn, Love Triangle, Drama, Childhood Friend Taehyung, set up with another guy (Jungkook) | S, A, F

ugh, I want to put another tag about Jungkook but I guess it’s a surprise. I just love the drama 🍿

🌷 I’m forgetting two more fics but I’ll update this once I remember. I haven’t read recently released fics too! I’ll add if there are good ones that come along

MMF Smutty One Shots/Series

A Piece of You @httpjeon - one shot | 13.9k | abo dynamics, camboy AU, camgirl AU, fan jungkook joins the cam session | S, F

All’s Fair @kimvtae - one shot | 13k | soulmate AU, college AU, dating Taehyung for a year but different name (Jungkook) showed up on OC’s wrist (lol it’s not a problem if you can get them both) | S

Blacklisted @/httpjeon - one shot | 21k | dom/sub AU, CEO AU, “after departing from your dom, you’re assigned to two incredibly powerful men” | A, F, S

Business @btssmutgalore - two shot | 28.9k | executive!reader, inventors/start-up owners taekook | S (seriously, how could I have missed including this here)

Dulce Periculum @forgottenpasta - two shot [2/2]  | 16k | Hybrid AU, Tiger Hybrid!Tae, Owner!Reader, Wolf Hybrid!Jungkook | S, A, F

Easy Like Sunday Morning @ofsugakookies - one shot | 11.8k | boyfriend AU (yes, both of them), dom!taehyung, sub!jungkook | S, PWP

It Takes Two To Make A Thing Go Right @imaginethisbts - two shot [2/2] 11.6k | Hybrid AU (dog hybrids) | S, A (side note: I realized I’ve read all of their fics! give their masterlist a try)

Just Kidding @/whatifyoulivelikethat - series [5/?] | 21.1k+ | nympho OC, friend Taehyung, tae’s roommate Jungkook | S, kinda F, crack

this is actually fun 😊; and the episodes are written in a drabble-ish sort of way so you won’t feel like it needs to be updated to get the story moving. It’s basically just reading fun scenarios of nympho OC and these two satisfying her needs *wink wink

Not So Digital @jiminables  - sequel to Digital Boy | 2.7k | camboy!taehyung, bestfriend!jungkook, short mxm | S, slight F

Playing to Win @tayegi - one shot | 8.6k | FWB AU (tae), sort of enemies to lovers (jungkook), TaeKook (mxm), originally Taehyung x OC (fwb) | S

okay this is one of my favorites! I’m amazed at how the power dynamics were written. Taehyung seems a dom with OC but with Jungkook he is all soft and sub; then, there’s that dynamic between Jungkook and OC who disliked each other originally. I just found the shifting so interesting and the writer was able to display these changes in dom/sub behavior among the three characters really well

Pour Up @jungkxook - one shot | 14k | fuckboy AU, fratboy AU (applies to two of them), one sassy OC, one kind of jealous Koo | S (thank you dear author for reposting this! 🥰)

Shhh @bang-tan-bitches - drabble (with OT7 sequel) | 2.7k | PWP (just pure hot imagine)

Shameless @imaginethisbts - one shot | 5.1k | established relationship (jungkook x oc), Taehyung’s POV, exhibitionism | S (not exactly threesome, because JK and OC are just doing it in front of people, Taehyung had a bit of action in the end)

Sugar & Spice @divine-bangtan - one shot | 20.8k | Kiki’s Delivery Service!AU, Baker AU, Noona AU, Assistant!Jungkook, Rich!Taehyung, pining Koo, a bit of M x M  | S, F, A (it’s all good everyone ends up happy 😊)

Sugar and Spice @sunkissedjk - two shot [2/2] | 8.6k | Your friends ask you whether you prefer sugar (jjk) or spice (kth) | S

ugh this is such an indulgent imagine. If taekook are your friends and they help you decide what type of sex you prefer through a demonstration, wouldn’t you want for multiple demos before deciding? *wink wink

Sacrilegious @therealmintedmango -  part of the Gods and Monsters series | 15.6k | Demon!Jungkook, Fallen Angel!Reader, God!Taehyung | S (so sinful 😈💦)

Sweat Pea @nitaescence - series [10/10] | 63k | DDLG!AU, caregiver!jungkook, caregiver!taehyung, little!oc | S, F, A

so I’m glad there was an ask about caregiver!jungkook because I remembered this. I actually checked if there’s a follow up drabble because the ending is open to any interpretation so I’m curious how other readers interpreted it

051 + Scum’s Wish @scriptmin - one shot | 3k | bestfriend!jungkook, pining!oc (unrequited), rebound!taehyung | S, A

it’s actually kind of sad 😭 but I added this because it's good to have variety. Not all smutty pieces will be a happy one

Tattooed Two @/httpjeon - one shot | 8.5k | tattoo artist AU, boyfriend Jungkook joined by his bestfriend Taehyung | S, F

The Doms Next Door @tatertotthethot - series [3.1/?] | 33.8k+ | BDSM AU, Poly, Neighbor AU, Tattoo Artist AU | S

I really love this series. It’s so funny too, I remember Jimin here - he’s THAT bestfriend you want to have. PLUS TaeKook are absolutely hot. If you're not interested in being a sub or partaking in bdsm, you will reconsider

The Hush Series @suga-kookiemonster - two shot [2/2] | 16.9k | coworker’s friends TaeKook, sort of E2L (Jungkook), dom!taehyung, a bit of voyeurism | | S

okay, I really like author’s writing. It can be about sinful delicious smut scenes but I noticed the members always have this developed characterization. I actually find Taehyung so adorably charming - makes me wonder if irl tae is secretly sinful too behind that sweetness lol

Thic Trilogy @btsinned - series [3/7] | 37k+ | CEO AU, Hybrid AU, College AU, Chubby!Reader | S, F, A

🌷 I’m throwing in fics in my reading queue #ReadwithMe

Attitude Adjustment @s0seo - one shot | 11.8k | Roommate AU | S

Chain Reaction @kissmetae - one shot | 3.2k | boyfriend Taehyung and friend Jungkook helping OC relax | S

Cherry @kpopstories - series [4/?] | 29k+ |  college AU, fuckboy AU, love triangle | A, S, F (this is part of my ongoing reading list)

Cobalt Blue @hauntedlilies - one shot | 11.3k | artist AU, “you asked Jungkook to draw you like one of his french girls” | S

When You’re Mad @honeyj00ns -  one shot | 3.8k | established relationship (boyfriend Jungkook), enemies to lovers Taehyung, Taehyung is JK’s bestfriend, Christmas AU, College AU| S

Madam Cupcake @craztextae - series [6/?] | 69.2k+ | Sugarbaby AU, Idolverse, idol!jungkook meets OC through an app called “sugarmamas(.)com” | S, F

Player Two @minjoonalist - one shot | 10.6k | Gamer!Jungkook, Boyfriend!Jungkook, Boyfriend!Taehyung, Brat!Reader | S

Tag Team @goodnight-tae - one shot | 5.2k | stripper AU, TaeKook are roommates and friends who share most things 😉 | S, PWP

Whoa @bangtanlalaland - one shot | 4.7k | skater!taehyung, 1970s AU, coworker!jungkook | S, PWP, Crack

posted: 2021 March 12; updated: 2021 May 12

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→ Chapter 3.5: When She Sees Me Pairing: Jimin x Reader Other tags: Werewolf!Jimin, Witch!Reader, Shifter!Reader, Shifter!Jimin, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Jimin Genre: Supernatural!AU, Werewolf!AU, Angst, Mutual Pining, Fluff Word Count: 1.8k+ Synopsis: Within the four realms of Lustra lay the Bangtan forest home to the Foxglove pack of the south and known as the “land of magic.” It is also home to the Bridd, a powerful witch from a cursed bloodline who is one of the sacred guardians of the forest. Park Jimin is the man who's in love with her, and when their worlds collide in tragedy, he must decide if he is willing to put his old life aside to make a new one. Warnings: Jimin POV, Kissing, talks of sexual feelings (not exlipict), I love this man with my whole heart, just a boy in love, takes place at the end of chapter three of the main storyline, THAT scene, FLUFF, This was so much fun to write, to be in wolf Jimin's head... the dream. Disclaimer: While you don't have to read any of the series to understand what's going on, it won't make a ton of sense. I highly recommend reading this in conjunction with the original work, Trees That Wheep. A/N: On the first day of Christmas Lex gave to thee... Jimin's P-O-V. Thanks so much to everyone who participated in the poll I held. Hope this meets expectations despite her being on the shorter side. Happy holidays and stay safe.

|| Chapter 3 || Masterlist ||

“Yours must be very interesting.”

I shook my head, “Not really. Mostly the angsty ramblings of a teenager. Nothing more.”

I sounded convincing enough. I heard Jimin shuffling around but refused to look his way. Deciding that I was done for the night, I began closing and stacking the grimoires I had taken out. I will sort through them later. Glancing at the walls, I could not tell what time it was but knew it had to be close to sunset. I needed to get to my room soon.

Going to turn, strong arms found themselves resting on either side of my waist. Shocked, I turned my head to find Jimin standing directly behind me. His chest pressed against my shoulder as I turned to face him. He had never been so close to me before. 

Jimin’s POV

Her chest felt soft against me, and I struggled to keep my nerve. Walking over here had been impulsive, my feet moving before I was able to think it over but having her between my arms made the potential embarrassment worth it. She looked so lovely in the candlelight and whatever she had been reading caused her shoulders to tense uncomfortably. 

Her eyes were wide, confused, and could not find a point of my face to stop on. I could hear her heart fluttering like a hummingbird’s wings and her scent made me force a groan back. She was so sweet, like vanilla, with an almost bitter aftertaste. I would compare it to whiskey but that was too strong. Tobacco, cotton, and vanilla came to mind. 

“Jimin?” 

She was so gentle when she said my name. Caressing it as if it were a precious secret. I leaned into her, wanting to hear her heart beating closer still. Drunk off of her presence, I found myself talking.

“Can I tell you something?” I whispered, just as softly as she had said my name.

Our chests touched and I moved my hands behind her back. Wrapping around her, I forced my hands onto the table. I was itching to hold her tightly but I was afraid of what might happen. Placing one hand on top of the other, I felt myself trembling. We had never been so close, and only in my dreams did I think this possible. Bridd refused to look at me, her breathing as heavy as my own causing me great pleasure. 

“Y/N,” I called to her, hoping she could hear all the ways I loved her within it. “Can I?”

Eyes locking, I had to grip my fingers to keep them on the table. I could smell the faintest trace of her arousal and it took all of my self-control to ignore it. She shivered against me and I knew she was feeling the same electricity that I was. I could hear her swallow, something I found oddly arousing, and she nodded.

Something was crossed tonight. The lines I had meticulously placed between us for years had come crumbling down ever since the day I came here with Hoseok. There was something about watching her walk around her home, her feet unable to stay still, while she worked that had struck me. Feeling her eyes on me, knowing that she wanted to watch me just as much as I wanted to watch her, unleashed this animal. The more primal part of my personality wanted to shout at Hoseok to leave us alone so I could take what was mine. The other side, the man, wished to sit and listen to her talk about the knives she loved to make, to ask her all of the questions I had been dying to have answered, and watch the way her eyes lit up. Realizing that we would never go back to a time before this, I decided to be upfront.

“I enjoy your company,” I had to tell her.

She nodded, dazed. Her eyes did not leave my own and she searched, ever the curious girl, for something. I had long ago stopped trying to figure her out. Instead, I hoped that she would tell me. I wanted her to want me to know her. With that in mind, I decided to destroy the walls between us.

“I like being close to you. Is that alright?”

“Yes,” She replied breathlessly, needily.

I leaned into her, drawing closer. Her eyes were hooded, heavy, and the lust within them brought me to my knees. She wanted me so badly, the smell of it clinging to the air adding another layer to her familiar smell. It reminded me of sea salt. I swallowed thickly and leaned in closer. Not tonight, I told myself, the grip on my left hand painful now. I could wait for that. I had been waiting for her for so long. 

“Do you want me to stop?” I whispered, so close to her lips that I could feel the ghost of them against mine.

I felt her hesitate. This was nothing new. Bridd had always kept her emotions for me on a tightly controlled leash. It had bothered me for a long time until I realized that she might have thought them foolish. I had never announced myself or made an effort to get closer to her. My own fears made me weak, but to have denied her this made me feel half a man. How could I have ever taken this choice from her? From us? Foolish. 

“No,” She said, her eyes already closing.

It would take less than a second of a second to lean forward. Such a small, inconsequential gap in time. A blink and it was gone. Nothing. However, as I leaned in I knew this small space would be burned into my mind. The anticipation, the way my heart sang and my hands trembled. Our lips brushed and my knees went numb.

Kissing her was unlike anything I had ever experienced. She was so soft, so warm, and frail beneath me as I struggled to keep myself at her eye level. Bridd sighed, her hands finding home on my chest, and I could no longer keep myself off of her. Wrapping her in an embrace, I wanted to cry from joy. Everything that I had ever wanted, wondered, and fantasized paled in comparison. None of it did this moment justice. With her hands twitching against me, her lips chapped, mouth dry, and breathing into my mouth each time we pulled away, I was certain I had never done something so right in my whole life.

She finally started pulling away, and I opened my eyes to watch her. She was so beautiful. Her eyes were glazed and not even half way opened. Staring at her, the candle light making the beads on her top shine prettily, all I could imagine to say was that I loved her. Instead, I bent over even more and nuzzled my nose into her hairline. 

“Thank you,” I mumbled, already thinking about kissing her again.

She, again, nodded, before leaning into me once more. Tiptoeing to reach my face, hands traveling from my chest to my shoulders, her eyes closing. Cupping her face, so small and delicate beneath my hands, I pulled her to my eagerly waiting lips. She grinned against me as I tangled my fingers in her hair.

Suddenly, I felt her tongue licking at my lower lip and the delicate balance I had been desperately trying to keep since I approached her tipped. With a strangled groan, I opened my mouth to hers and slid a hand from her hair to her hips. Sucking her tongue, I picked her up off of the floor and lifted her onto the desk she had been occupied with all night. I did not even think before my leg was forcing hers apart and making space for the rest of me.

Her hands gripped my shirt tightly and I wished she would go back to twitching against my chest. She felt more solid there, more real. Her mouth was wet and hot as we kissed, her tongue hesitant and shy while I knew I was being more aggressive than she was used to. Thoughts of her kissing another made me uncomfortable, so I kissed her even harsher to remove whatever they may have left behind.

Then she was shoving me away, ripping her lips from mine as she struggled to catch her breath. I took a few steps back, unsure what the problem could be. One look at her, however, and I was sure. The change was coming. 

“Go,” She choked, scrambling off of the desk.

A loud piercing scream called me to action. As much as I hated leaving her in moments like this, I knew it made her uncomfortable to have me around. Her comfort would always trump my own needs and wants- that I was sure. Running up the cellar steps, I threw open the little door and threw myself onto the living room floor. Closing the door, the tortured screams of my love were muffled.

My heart shattered as I listened to her, but I knew it would not last long. A few feet away, Taehyung slept soundly. I envied his ability to do that. Ever since I got here, I had found sleeping restless. With Bridd so close yet so far away it was impossible to relax.

A large, toothy grin overtook me. I would never sleep without her again. I would try my hardest to be sure of that. Her lips lingered on my own, tingling and swollen, and I never wanted the feeling to fade. I would make sure I always felt this way, every day, for the rest of our lives.

I could see it now, living here with her. We would cook dinner together, eat together, sleep together. For Yule we would put up a tree. For Litha I would tend her garden while she watched me from the window. We would have children, beautiful children that looked like her, and love them the way they deserved to be loved. My family would learn to live with my choices and my pack would always be my own, but I needed to be where my heart was. 

As her screaming turned to throaty croaks, I was settled. I would put my heart on my sleeve. For her, I would beg. What should have been said the second my wolf threatened to rip apart anybody who stood between us in that cave. When I nursed her back to health as she lay half-alive in her bed afterward. All of the times I had seen her since. Every dream, nightmare, and fantasy in between. 

Tonight, I would tell her that she was my mate. Tonight, we would never part again. Tonight, I would love her and hope she would let me. Tonight, and every night, I would fight to make her see that no one has ever loved another the way I love her.

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OT7 Fic Rec Master Post:

 last updated (16/05/2021) 

If my master-list is anything to go by I am clearly obsessed with ot7, so here are some of my favs. 

Some of these stories are linked from Ao3. If any of those fics have been cross posted to Tumblr, please let me know. 

Current Fic Count: 25

Give all these amazing authors some love ♡ & To all the authors, Thank you so much for writing. I am so beyond grateful for all the work and time that you put in to writing these stunning pieces of literary art. 

This list is by no means complete, so if you have any recommendations, send em my way! ♡ Happy Reading!

~Love, @ditttiii  ♡

1) Void by @btssavedmylifeblr

Summary: You are the only female crew member on a 12 year space mission with seven handsome men. The sexual tension is real, y’all. 

2) Make You Know Love by @btsismybiass 

Summary: Growing up, Jungkook had always shared everything with his brothers; toys, food, clothing, friends, and even girls. The seven were inseparable — secrets were not allowed. Halfway through senior year, Jungkook was sent to a school halfway across the world, though he wouldn’t tell anyone (that didn’t already know) why. Years later, he has an adjoining apartment with his best friend (who is hopelessly in love with him) and 6 brothers he has yet to tell her about. One night, she comes barging into his home unannounced only to be met with a group of sexy foreign strangers.

3) Armed to the Fangs by @jingabitch

Summary: You grew up in the Hunter’s Guild, understanding that it is your sacred duty as a hunter to protect humanity from the vampires that lurk in the dark, draining the life from anyone unlucky enough to be caught. While making the rounds one night, you encounter Taehyung, a fabled born vampire - not that you know that when he tries to entice you into a dark alley. Next thing you know, you’re kidnapped and taken to their home, where you realise that all of them somehow crave your blood and seem to know more about your past than you do. Finding out about where you came from might be the key to setting humanity free.

4) Sanctuary by @softykooky

Summary: some people are lucky enough to be born into a family that loves them. others meet their family in a coffee shop while on the run from the korean ambassador, while they’re holding a man at gunpoint and beating him to a pulp for treason against their syndicate.

5) Eunoia by @wishesunderthestars

Summary: You are a world famous director and you have dedicated your life to your job.You have everything you could ever dream of; wealth, recognision, talent, your friends and family. But loneliness ins’t cured by success. So what happens when you somehow rescue seven hybrids? Can they fill the void?

6) Tangled Hearts by @writersrealmbts

Summary: You have seven hybrids and life with them can be both good and stressful. Some days are better than others, but in the end, you know that they’re always there for you, in more ways than one.

7)  Diamond Tears and Little Wings by @writersrealmbts 

Summary: You’re a fairy, taken in by BTS. You need lots of love and care, otherwise your light will fade and you turn to stone. Between the seven of them, you should never feel unloved. Right?

8) Rose & Thorns by @minniepetals 

Summary: a lone rose, a little broken, until Jungkook came along and the two of you saved each other. and in doing so, Jungkook showed you a world where he shared with his six other mates.

9) The Butter Series by @minniepetals

Summary: their names alone had every men and women turning their heads and falling at their feet. successful, prestigious, handsome, rich and untouchable to anyone that looked their way. and you? you were just an employee who worked for them. who would have known you meant so much more to them than you could ever imagine?

10) Stray Cat Strut by Bang to the Tan (TyphloticHaruspex)

Summary: When your grandmother passes away, she leaves her countryside house in your name. The longer you stay, the harder and harder it becomes to explain away the odd happenings. What kind of secrets does this sleepy town hold? And why do the local animals act so strangely around you?…

11) BACK HOME by @alexlwrites

Summary: : The one where, after living abroad for years, you move back to Korea and your old high school friend Namjoon offers you his place to stay while you get settled, casually forgetting to mention that: a) he still had a massive crush on you. b) he lived with six other guys.

12)  A Hundred Percent Human by Wrienne

Summary: In which you are forced to take care of seven hybrids in a twist of fate. After your estranged mother passes away, you're left with an unwanted will and the heavy burden of responsibility. Although you're desperate not to stray from the familiar path you thought was laid out in front of you with a fully human boyfriend who loves you more than anything, your life is thrown upside down once more after another unfortunate incident (that may or may not have to do with said boyfriend) occurs. Drunk and down on life, you finally decide to deal with the house and the unsavory business your mother left behind. However, to your shock, you find that seven very different hybrids are included with both the house - and the business. Seven hybrids you never even met before - even less agreed to take care of. Set in the not too distant future where infertility has become mankind's greatest issue. Will contain sexual content.

13)  I’ll Still Stay by @sugamoonv

Summary: Y/N, living in a society where hybrids are seen as commonly as pets and working a well-paying job, finally decides to adopt a hybrid for herself. But what happens when instead of one new companion, she leaves with seven? And what happens when nature decides that these companions are meant to be more than that?

14)  The Gateway to Your Heart by @justimajin

Summary:  ❝You gave me the best of me, so you give you the best of you.❞

15)  Like I Do by interlude__dream

Summary:  It's summer in Seoul. You didn't expect much to happen during your nights working at a coffee shop, but somehow, giving one kid a sandwich wrapped up your fate with seven hungry boys more tightly than you could have ever imagined.

16)  w e a r e a l l m a d h e r e by cath_mg

Summary: In which you're a model student who just managed to catch not just one, not two, but all seven 'transfer students' who just happened to visit your university.At the end of the road, will you stay or will you run? Or...

17)  Follow Me Down by ARMY_BRAT

Summary:  It was supposed to be a simple vacation to a foreign land. You certainly didn’t expect to wake up drugged and caged like an animal in the basement of seven beautiful men.

18)  Sharing is Caring by always_bias_wrecked

Summary:  You decide to let the rest of Bangtan watch you and your boyfriend Jimin have sex one time. Now suddenly everyone seems to want a piece of you, and Jimin doesn't seem to mind sharing.

19)  Ruin Me, I Dare You. by porcelainbones

Summary: Where a regular wannabe author discovers the members of the biggest band in the world are her soulmates. All Seven. (not a reader insert)

20) Abundance by @angelicyoongie

Summary: You never expected that you would end up adopting a hybrid, and if someone had told you that you would end up with seven? Well, you would have thought they were crazy. But here you are, with three different packs of hybrids that don’t get along – but all want to stay with you. Yeah, it turns out crazy is an understatement.

21) You Never Walk Alone by @agustdakasuga

Summary: You live a quiet life in your late grandfather’s cabin in the woods. You go to school just to graduate and get your diploma, not to make friends or stand out from the crowd. That was until one day, you enter your home to see a pack of wolves that need shelter.

22)  Accidental Friends by erakun

Summary:  Meet Bangtan, international superstars, the pride of South Korea, the love and hope in the dark of many lives, the role model and celebrity crush of so many people, and a group of people you often stumble across in your day to day life. You become acquaintances, slowly become friends, and- that's it. You are in a platonic friendship with Bangtan. Let me say it again. *clears throat* PLATONIC.

23)  Lifeline by @forgottenpasta

Summary: What happens when a witch curses seven vampires to share one fated mate between them?

24) Restitution  by @cloudteawrites 

Summary: When an estranged uncle leaves you his massive fortune you wonder if the universe is playing a joke on you. when that fortune comes with seven hybrids, you know for sure that it is.

25) The Lore of the Forest by spield

Summary: Nothing ancient and magical is ever really lost. When the descendants and heirs of the myths and legends come together to live a normal life, something - someone - is thrown into their plans. Bringing with them aid, magic and so much more.

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Fôret de Cauchemars (M)

Pairing: sleep psychiatrist kim namjoon x reader

Word Count: 6.3K

Summary: Plagued by nightmares of your boyfriend’s death, you turn to sleep psychiatrist Kim Namjoon for help. What you find in him is condolence in your isolated world, a ray of sunlight breaking through gaps of rotting leaves. What you find in him is a dream, a beautiful dream, until that dream shatters to reveal the true nightmare underneath. Sometimes, nightmares seamlessly blend into reality, and, unfortunately, waking up simply won’t make them go away anymore.  

Warnings: Yandere themes, death, murder, mature themes (bondage, cunnilingus, unprotected sex), smut, violence, kidnapping, self-loathing, psychological disorders, manipulation,  mentions of suicide, gore 

A/N: Finally back with a fic in a...month? Sorry for the delay; the work load of classes this year has been a real bonk to the vibes, but hopefully testing out a oneshot fic will get me back in the writing energy. Happy fall, and maybe (just maybe) we’ll vibe it up with a new spooky series featuring our beloved yandere bangtan boys! Dedicated to Namjoon’s birthday (although it’s been weeks), and hopefully Jungkook’s birthday fic will be up next. Unfortunately, this means next release of Lineage might not be until October/early November, but I hope you guys stick around!

You didn’t quite know when the nightmares began.

They were unconscious little pricks of fear, the kind that crawled under your skin into your skull and left you with a cold sweat and rapid heartbeat. You always forgot them when you woke up, but their influence was engraved into your bones and etched in every sleep-deprived jolt of paranoia and every accusatory glance you threw to your empty surroundings. You felt eyes on you, even though the remnants of your fading rationality knew that there was nothing there.

Each night filled with the conflict of battling off your body’s desire to sleep left you even more exhausted and even more terrified of some nameless entity that your sleepless mind had conjured up.

The nightmares did not stop. They refused to stop; you knew you needed to solve it somehow. That brought you to the moment of now, in the present, across from a sleep psychiatrist in an office with an air condition system that blew cold gusts of air against the back of your neck and left bumps of goosebumps rising up on your skin.

You curled in on yourself, picking at the ends of your sleeves until the threads became loose, as the sound of rustling paper flipping between your sleep psychiatrist’s fingers filled up the gaps of your sleep-deprived mind. You tentatively threw a glance at the man across from you.

If you weren’t nearly irrational from the lack of sleep, you would’ve been able to truly appreciate how handsome the man was. He was the kind of handsome that artists drew portraits and sculpted of and poets waxed long pages of sonnets about. With smoky gray hair slicked back, eyes curved elegantly behind silver-rimmed glasses, and a sharp mouth set back in a firm expression, Dr. Kim was the type of beautiful that you found in every sharp edge of an icicle.

However, it was unnerving how familiar you felt with his beauty.

“(Y/n) (L/n), correct?’’

His voice, a baritone that encased the chilly office air, drew you back into your blurry reality. You heard a soft click as he turned on his stopwatch. The soft ticking noise reverberated in the still room, just a tinge louder than the blast of the air conditioning. You nodded your head mutely before reaching up to rub at your sore, burning eyes.

“Yes…,” you fought back a yawn, and your words slurred a bit as tears prickled your eyes,” Sorry…’m jus’ tired.”

His gaze, previously neutral, softened a bit more at your pitiful state.

“Though it is currently difficult right now, we’ll work through any psychological stressors that may be causing your nightmares. When did the nightmares begin?’’

You blinked owlishly at him—well, you were more like a raccoon than an owl with how severe your dark circles were, though that was a jab of humor your dwindling mind allowed you on only rare occasions—as you tried to register his words.

“Hmm,’’ you rolled your shoulders back, and a dull ache throbbed through your body as you stretched it,” I don’t…really remember. I don’t remember a lot of things now. Can’t even remember what I did yesterday… Maybe…a couple months ago? They weren’t…weren’t as bad as they are now, so I didn’t really pay attention to them.”

“Have you tried any over the counter sleep medications?’’

You scratched your neck.

Tick, tick, tick.

“Tried a few, but the nightmares didn’t seem to go away. Woke up…,” you shook yourself as if to demonstrate,” cold sweat and everything after a bit. Nightmares came right away, which is weird cause I don’t think I’m even asleep long enough to enter REM.”

“We’ll try a stronger prescription to see if it’ll help you sleep better. Has there been any troubling situations lately? Some time before the nightmares started, right when they started, or even ongoing ones?’’

You blinked again, your eyelids scraping against your dry eyes.

“Hmm…Someone, uh, passed away… My boyfriend? Maybe these nightmares are about losing him, but I dunno…can’t remember them.”

“Would you like to talk more about this?’’ Though his tone was more gentle, Dr. Kim had a look in his eyes that seemed even more chilling than the artificially generated wind against your skin.

You didn’t pay attention. It took you a lot more effort to pay attention to things nowadays and noticing tiny almost unnoticeable things was even more difficult.

“Yeah…It was tough that time. He disappeared, and they found his body. Said he killed himself, but, uh,’’ you tugged even harder on the loose threads, your eyes glued to them,’’ I didn’t even notice the signs…”

“Do you blame yourself for what happened?’’

You blinked once and then twice and then thrice. You could not look at Dr. Kim, but there was a strange shift in the air. Maybe it was a delusional mix of emotions and sleep deprivation. Maybe it was something more. You settled on the former.

The next words came out a bit more choked than you wanted them to. You thought you might’ve cried if you weren’t already so mentally and physically exhausted.

“Yeah…I was his girlfriend. Shoulda seen the signs, but I was busy, and we were drifting apart…,” you bitterly mumbled,” No excuse, though. I have no excuses…”

A silence settled between the two of you. You felt like you had just bored some piece that you had crammed in your soul so tight that it drifted into your thoughts like a second poison. You were so tired; you wanted to tuck yourself into the leather chair and fall asleep to avoid how vulnerable you felt. You noticed him level his steady gaze on you.

“No one can see the signs. People are good at hiding the worst things affecting them, even from those they care for deeply and who care for them deeply. You can’t continue to blame yourself for events in the past that cannot be changed and let that blame affect the you of the present and the future. (Y/n), the first way to conquer your nightmares is to forgive yourself.”

For the first time in the meeting, you raised your gaze to meet Dr. Kim’s gaze straight on. Your eyes, vulnerable and holding onto a devastatingly deep sorrow, were surprised to see that the look in Dr. Kim’s eyes was not as pulled together as his words were. But maybe, as you unconsciously tugged on another thread so hard that it yanked out of your sweater sleeve and drifted to your lap, that was just another one of your delusions.

Dr. Kim’s words resonated throughout your mind on your commute home. They bore a weight on your mind as you slowly shuffled throughout the rest of your day, and they rang even stronger as you laid in bed.

When you closed your eyes, you felt yourself drifting off into the land of unconsciousness. You were running in a forest, clumps of dead grass, rotting leaves, and mud staining the soles of your feet, and your breath gusted out in sharp white puffs of air. The dew of the forest left a sheen on your skin as the wind brushing against your body chilled you to the bone. Underneath the whistle of the wind, you could hear the sound of something ticking.

Tick, tick, tick.

Something grabbed your ankle, sending you sprawling to the forest floor, and you threw a frantic glance at what had yanked you down. Tears built in your eyes and dripped down your cheeks. You were trying to push yourself off the floor to keep running, but the branches and roots of the trees of the forest broke out from the floor and wrapped tight around your trembling form, pinning your quaking body to the muddy ground.

You saw a glimpse of a hand and part of an arm extending itself from the forest floor, dirt crusted under the fingernails and staining the crevices of the palm. The forest floor opened up, dirt jaggedly fragmenting and cracking open, as the body behind the hand emerged. You watched, petrified from your spot to the floor. The head pushed out from the forest floor first, and your eyes made contact with the sunken eyes of your dead boyfriend. You were screaming now, your voice hoarse, but no sound coming out. The ticking sound grew louder and louder, and you were crying even harder.

He was so pale that the moonlight trickled through his almost translucent skin, a corpse that dragged itself to the land of the living, and his dark hair was matted to his forehead. There was a sticky glint to the side of his head where his hair looked more clumped. You forced yourself to tear your gaze away from it.

“Why…Why did you leave me behind?’’ his voice was like a haunting croak. You could speak now, and your voice pitched into a petrified scream.

“I didn’t mean to…! I didn’t mean to! You told me to run! You told me to run!’’ your voice broke out of your throat, and it grew and grew in an unruly crescendo. “I’m so sorry! I should’ve never left you behi-“

You drew in a sharp inhale that suffocated you, leaving the last words still on your lips as you woke up in your bed. The chill of the forest left you; you were in your bed again, the sheets and blanket messily wrapped around your body. You had been thrashing in your sleep, sending pillows down onto the floor. The room was still dark, just a few moments before dawn. You got up, the cold sweat on your body leaving you breathless, and you blindly reached down to grab your pillows and throw them back onto your bed. Instead of touching the slippery silk covers of your pillows, your fingers met something soft and cuddly.

Your fingers wrapped around a tiny, stuffed arm, and you pulled up what the item was.

A scream tore out of your lips as you threw away the item. It was the stuffed bunny your boyfriend had given you the night of your first anniversary, the last night you had seen your boyfriend before he had pushed you to keep running; this was the very item you had dropped in your run out of the forest. You had left it there.

Why, why was it here?

Your head was hurting, and you dropped the plush animal back onto the ground. You hadn’t noticed the faint blood stains. Its faux fur was too dark for you to make out the splashes of dried brown red.

No, no, what do you mean you left it there? You never went in a forest. Your boyfriend overdosed. They found his body. You weren’t there; you were at home working— You sagged against your bed as your head pounded in throbbing agony.

No, you were here. You were here, waiting for him. It was your first anniversary. He was late. He never came home. You had gotten angry and had called him several times. And then…And then, you got the phone call the next morning that they found his dead body. He killed himself. You forcibly repeated that until it was ingrained in your head, and your breathing slowed down.

The next time you woke up, the sun was blindingly warm against your face, but the nightmare had already left your body cold long before.

You were seated across from Dr. Kim again. The dark circles were even worse today, and you fought back a yawn as he clicked his pen and pressed the tip against the pristine white of his notepad. You watched through watery eyes as your name elegantly swirled out in ink on the notepad.

“I’ve been sleeping the most I’ve ever had in a while, so, uh…Hah, would that even qualify as a perk?’’ you smiled weakly,” And I can remember my nightmares now, though that in itself is exhausting me more than the nights before the remembering ever could.”

His pen stopped right at the second curve of your name. He raised an eyebrow, his demeanor still as composed as ever. He was listening. He was the only one who would listen to you now. Well, you suppose he was the only one who listened because you were paying him for each second of his time.

“That’s good to hear. Remembering your nightmares can help us continue to identify and potentially reduce the impact of your psychological stressor. Continue to talk about them. What do you see?’’

“Uh,’’ you yawned this time, your yawn so big that it cracked your jaw and filled your eyes with tears,’’ They’re a little vague.’’

“It’s okay. You’ve made progress.”

“Mmm…if you say so.’’ You scratched your wrist, your gaze on the skin,” Well…I’m in a forest. Super scary. I think it’s the one they found my boyfriend in. And I’m running. And, uh, a hand comes out and grabs my ankle, and I try to break free…but…but I can’t, the trees are coming and they’re wrapping so tight…I can’t breathe.”

Your words sped up, and you didn’t know you were choking on your own breath until you let out a strangled cough at the last word.

“Keep on going.”

“And I—,’’ you’re tearing up now, sobbing slightly as you force the next words out through ragged breaths,” I look over, and it’s him! It’s him! He’s there! He’s climbing out…and he’s asking me why. Why! I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know!’’

Your voice heightened in its pitch, and you were just a whisper below a full-on yell. Your shoulders shook, trembling as the tears spilled out and splashed against your cheeks and dripped down your chin, and you were curling further into yourself as you fought to inhale a deep breath. Dr. Kim was out of his chair, his hands stroking your shoulder gently, and he was soothing you. He was holding you now. You buried your head into the collar of his shirt, staining the cloth with tears and snot.

This wasn’t professional, but Dr. Kim made no move to get away, and you didn’t care that you were probably violating some doctor-patient code of conduct rule. It had been so long since someone held you and stroked your back so kindly.

When you finally broke away from the hug to look at Dr. Kim, Dr. Kim brushed the drying tears off of your cheek, his finger glistening with your tears. Your heart twisted painfully in your chest. This was wrong. Not only professionally, but your boyfriend…You couldn’t move on from him. But you couldn’t push away the only hand that was willing to dry your tears.

You somehow managed to look at him, your cheeks feeling hot, and you shakily whispered,” I’m…I’m sorry.”

Who were you apologizing to? Dr. Kim for having a mental breakdown, though his job in the very first place was to help you with mental breakdowns? Your dead boyfriend, who was rotting away 6 feet under for finding solace in another man? Or you, poor innocent you who had suffered so much?

He tenderly smiled at you, the warm look strange compared to his usual stony expression but oh so comforting.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s normal.” He cleared his throat, his expression turning cold again, and he was back in his leather chair.

Somehow, although the two of you had resumed as if was normal, you knew something had changed. Maybe it was when his arms were wrapped around your trembling form, his touch warming up your freezing body, or maybe it was the very moment you had sat down on the sofa across from him just a few minutes ago.

Or maybe, maybe something was different between the two of you all along.

You had the same nightmare again that very night. Well, it was not like it ever really changed, not when your psychological state of mind seemed to seek its purpose in rattling every single nerve in your poor body. But something seemed even more worse than usual in your dream.

The scent of mildew was the same, damply settling on the back of your tongue and in your throat, and you could smell something rotting underneath the sickly-sweet scent. However, that wasn’t what was off in your dream.

You weren’t running for the first time. No rapid breath escaped you; your chest rose and fell in even beats. That was your first indication that something was terribly wrong.

What a horrible irony bestowed upon you.

Your fears were confirmed when you heard something small and thin and sharp snap underfoot, and you turned slowly. Your mouth fell open in horror at the sight.

There was a skeleton, one with ivory bones that gleamed underneath the waxy moonlight, and something told you that that skeleton was your boyfriend. Your gaze darted to what made that terrible crackling sound: a foot clad in a leather shoe against the delicate bone wrist of your boyfriend’s postmortem state. Your eyes trailed up and up and up until they settled onto the face of the perpetrator.

“Dr. Kim?’’ the dream you, despite the roaring screams of your thoughts, smiled a coquettish one that stretched almost painfully on your face. You took steps forward, the mud staining your bare feet, and you felt bone snap and crackle and crumble underneath your weight as you got closer and closer, and Dr. Kim laughed as he swept you up in his arms and left a loving kiss on your lips.

“My beloved,’’ his hands trailed to your waist. You felt the bone underneath your feet turn into a mass of bloody flesh and bone. There was a streak of red carnage on Dr. Kim’s face that you hadn’t noticed before,” Oh, how I adore you.”

“Dr. Kim,’’ you whispered playfully into the side of his neck,” Dr. Kim, touch me.”

His fingertips brushed underneath your skirt, toying with the fabric of your panties, and you let out a breathy sigh of laughter as you opened your legs further. A squelch of flesh and blood underneath the soles of your feet accompanied your movement. As you looked up, your eyes tenderly swept his face and took in his features.

His handsome features, his strong jaw and his softly curved lips and the indents in his cheeks dappled underneath the romantic pale moonlight peeking through the trees, looked absolutely maniacal. His voice was amused, and it swathed the crisp air of the forest in a breathy husk that left you shivering in both pleasure and thrill.

“It’s what I’ve been waiting for all along, my beloved.”

You woke up with a start. Your pajamas were sticking to your body in a feverish sweat, and you pushed yourself up and off the bed. Your body was unused to the sudden movement, and your legs froze, sending you to a tumble to the floor.

“What the,” you stayed there on the floor, unable to move. Your breath was heightened and came out in shallow pants through your dry lips. “What the absolute fuck?’’

When you finally managed to get off the floor and onto shaky legs that trembled to hold your weight, your first action was to call the office and cancel your upcoming appointment with Dr. Kim. You didn’t mind the large fee that came from this cancellation; even the thought of seeing him after what had transpired between the two of you in both reality and the imaginary world left you disgusted with yourself. You could feel the aching throb in between your legs, a neediness still settled in your veins, and the wet spot you left on your pantie. Bile rose up in your throat as your mind engulfed in self-loathing.

You turned off your phone and threw it onto your bed. It bounced off and landed by your feet on the carpet. You swallowed a shriek of ragged frustration before getting up in quick desperate movements. The uncomfortable drag of the fabric of your panties seemed to remind you only more of your shame. You felt dirty.

You needed to be clean.

You stepped into the tub, turned on the faucet, and silently stood there as the shower sprayed cold water onto your still-clothed body. Inhaling a sharp breath, you closed your eyes again.

“I’m so sorry.”

Looking back, you wondered to yourself, what were you even sorry for? Wouldn’t it have been better to be sorry for yourself?

Perhaps it wouldn’t have ended the way it did if you had done that instead. But you’ll never know now. It was too late.

The echo of the clock ticking seemed to sound over the rush of cold water. Each click and swing brushed against the other, softly like the wind that brushed through the leaves and the branches and the trees and by the roots that bounded your feet to the dirt.

Tick tock. Tick tock.

You couldn’t keep cancelling your appointments.

Some part of you didn’t want to. You hated that part of you. But it was ingrained in you. Some part of you was addicted to Dr. Kim, addicted to the way he had tenderly held you, to the way his fingers had felt against the soft skin of your cheek as he wiped away acrid tears.

You were sitting across from him again. The soft, almost inaudible but painfully audible to you ticking of his wristwatch echoed in the silent room. There was no notepad in his hands again, nor rustling of paper forms between slender fingers to fill up the tension in the room; there was only his gaze rested on you. You couldn’t breathe.

You were yanking on the threads of your sweater again. The threads, loosened, snagged on your nails, and you dropped the soft material with a mental huff of displeasure. The setting of the sun outside of the window drowned the both of you in a peaceful warm orange hue…but you knew: there’s nothing peaceful going on. Not in your heart, not in the crevices of the office, not in the way Dr. Kim coolly smiled at you as if nothing was wrong…Nothing was peaceful.

“It’s been a while since I’ve last seen you.” If you thought too hard into it, you might have perceived his words as accusatory. But he was just your psychiatrist. There was no way he was going to cross the professional boundary between the two of you. The first time was already a mistake.

Or was it?

“How are you?’’ his words sent a thrill down your spine.

You looked at him through your lashes. You couldn’t seem to think properly when he was so near you. The smell of his cologne, musky and rich, settled in your throat.

“I’m,’’ you swallowed thickly before ducking your head back down,” I’m fine.’’

“Are you really?’’

Those words seemed to break you down.

“Yeah, I’m…I’m fine,’’ the heaviness of your voice gave the truth right away, and you were sobbing. The you of before, the you back in the past when you were better, had hated crying, but something about being in this office, with the air conditioning blasting heavily at the nape of your neck and the thought of Dr. Kim, Dr. Kim, Dr. Kim left you glued to the seat in tears.

You sucked in a shaky breath, fiercely wiping away tears with your sleeves until your skin stung; you didn’t even notice the tissue box that Dr. Kim picked up and placed by you. He was closer to you now, sitting next to you on the couch in his office, and you leaned in closer to him. You felt him stroke your hair, comforting. You melted into his warmth.

“I’m s-…sorry,’’ you stammered out,’’ It’s just…It’s just I’m feeling guilty.”

“Why do you feel guilty?’’ his voice, deeper than usual, brushed hotly against your ear, and you shivered. Was it the air-conditioning that chilled you to the bone, or was it something else?

Ironically, despite the icy feeling in your gut, you could feel the heat coming to your cheeks, and you swore there must’ve been some hint of a flush that gave away the rapid pit-pattering of your heart. The guilt swelled and crashed in your chest with every thump.

“I’m guilty because…because!’’ the words dried up in your throat, and you clenched your eyes shut as you forced them out through trembling lips,” I shouldn’t be viewing someone else like this.”

“Like what?’’

“In the way I viewed my boyfriend…I’m—,’’ you swallowed thickly.

“Who do you view this way?’’ The gentle stroking of your hair halted, and you peeked open your eyes. You couldn’t meet his gaze, though, and your eyes fell back down to your lap.

“Y-,’’ you sucked in a breath,’’ You, Dr. Kim.”

Tick, tick, tick.

The ticking of his stopwatch drew your attention, and you stared at it breathlessly as you waited for his reply.

He didn’t reply right away, and your heartbeat spiked painfully in your chest. You made a move to stand up, a torrid heat swelling up in your face as tears of embarrassment and guilt and shame pricked your eyes, and you pushed away from him.

“I-I should leave. I’ll cancel my appoint—,’’ your remaining words squeezed out in a surprised gasp as Dr. Kim’s hand encircled your wrist and pulled you to him.

His lips were against yours, the kiss bitingly rough, and you let out a surprised moan as you felt his hand cradle the back of your head and pull you closer to him. He sucked your breath right out of your lungs, and you meekly realized that you were drooling slightly out of the corner of your mouth as he probed his tongue through your lips and against the warm crevices of your mouth. He sucked on your tongue, and you made a soft startled mmph against his lips.

“Dr.—Dr. Kim!’’ you managed to place a trembling hand between the small gap between his chest and yours—you briefly admired the feeling of the muscles of his clothed chest against the palm of your hand—and pried your lips from his. Your eyes had watered in a wanton surprise; you looked like sin itself with the way you trembled and quaked and breathed shakily through swollen lips, a trail of saliva glinting on the corner of your mouth. “Dr. Kim, what—what are you doing?’’

“What do you think I’m doing?’’ his lips curved in an attractive teasing smile that caused shivers to roll down your spine,” Is it a sin to view you the same way you view me?’’

You sucked in a breath and opened your mouth. No further words of protest managed to come out.

Laughter, rough and hoarse, rumbled in his throat as he took off his jacket and loosened the tie around his white collared shirt. The setting sun cast shadows and made him look almost sinister. His voice was like a purr as he spoke.

“Then we’ll sin together. On your hands and knees.”

Some part of you trembled as you heard his voice. His voice was alluring, the way it wrapped around you and dragged you, limp and terrified, into a daze. You were flat on the palms of your hands and your knees before you knew it.

You felt his hands, cool and slightly rough, against the heated flesh of your exposed thighs, and they dragged up to your skirt and pushed it higher up around your waist, leaving only the exposed fabric of your soaked panties behind.

“Dr—Mmph!’’ you were about to question him, but the drag of his finger as it peeled away the flimsy string of your panties left you shivering in bliss. You made another move to question it; you tried your best. Your arms trembled, struggling to hold yourself up, as you felt his tongue drag against the outer folds of your pussy, and then he was devouring you.

His tongue brushed and stroked against your swollen clitoris, and you made a muffled moan through clenched teeth at the spine-tingling touch. And he was shoving his tongue deep into your walls; your walls shivered and quaked and trembled and tightened around his tongue, and you heard him grunt a muffled curse before you were coming.

Your toes curled, your eyes rolled back, and your arms collapsed, sending you careening into the plush arm of the sofa.

You tried to recover, but Dr. Kim didn’t let you recover. He pushed the fabric of your panties further down, and you made a muffled sound of protest as you felt something hot and hard against your sensitive pussy.

You were panting, breathless little whimpers leaving your lips. You were so sensitive; you couldn’t handle anymore. But he was already pushing his cock in.

“Dr. Kim, I’m so…,’’ you sobbed out, your hair a mess. You made a move to twist around, but he grabbed your wrists and, using the tie he had pulled out from around his neck, tied them together. You could only press your face, breathing out high-pitched gasps and moans, against the soft arm of the sofa as he pushed deeper and deeper into you.

The sensation was almost burning the way your walls stretched around his big cock. Oh god, he was bigger than your boyfriend, and you hadn’t fucked anyone since his death. You were tearing up, ready to open your mouth and tell him to stop it, when his cock finally was fully in. It felt like it was pressing against your womb with how deep it was. You made a choked cry.

“Dr. Kim…Dr.—Oh!’’ you keened in pleasure as he pulled out, his cock dragging against your gummy walls, and then pushed back in fully. He set an unforgivable pace, his hands firmly placed on your hips, and you swore you were getting fabric burns from the rough way the pace of his thrusts sent you crashing again and against into the sofa. Your tits bounced, and he grabbed one of them with a hand, stroking the clothed hard nipple with his finger. “Please…Please slow…Mmm! S-slow…slow down!’’

He didn’t slow down. If anything, it seemed like he sped up instead. You could feel your wrists getting red from the tie, but you didn’t care. You were getting so close to your next orgasm. You were already sensitive from the first orgasm, and Dr. Kim’s cock was dragging against your walls just right. You were so, so, so close.

“Dr. Kim!” you squealed out as your walls squeezed around his thrusting cock, and your eyes squeezed shut as you clenched hard down on him. He didn’t even pause, continuing to fuck you even through your orgasm. “Dr…Nngh! Dr. Kim…!’’

You were drooling again as he continued to pound into you, your sensitive pussy trembling fervently around him. You couldn’t think, not when his cock was rearranging your insides, and you could only shiver as he chased his own orgasm with your wet pussy.

He was pounding against your cervix, the sensation leaving little pricks in the nerves underneath your skin, and then you felt him twitch. You realized, with heightened panic, that he wasn’t wearing a condom and made a panicked move to stop him, but he was filling you with hot cum and your eyes were rolling back as you reached another orgasm. He pulled out, his cum staining the bare skin of your ass, and you felt his cum ooze out slightly from your walls.

You twitched, your ass still up and your arms sore from being pinned to your back. You couldn’t move. Not when your brain couldn’t even form coherent thoughts, and you were left spent.

“With the way you haven’t moved,’’ his voice lowered to a predatory tone,’’ Fuck, you make me so hard.”

He was hard again; you could feel it against your sensitive walls before he slammed back into you. You couldn’t even make a sound of protest, not when he had already fucked you thoroughly, before he was fucking you again. You heard the sound of his hips colliding into your ass, the sinful clap of skin together and the squelch of your juices around his invading cock and the rough drag of the fabric of his pants against your flushed skin. You were making panting noises, too tired to even moan. Your cheek rubbed against the sofa as he knocked against your quivering womb with each thrust.

His thrusts were as animalistic as the first time. He fucked you like he was stealing a part of his soul. He fucked you like he craved your existence. He fucked you as if you were his. And you took it, falling into the next orgasm and whimpering as he came again, quicker this time. He was filling you up, marking you from the inside out, and you… you could only moan as he did so.  

He pulled out this time, and you couldn’t even hold yourself up. Your thighs trembled, the inner skin of them coated in an obscene mixture of his cum and your juices, and you clumsily fell to the sofa. You were drifting off, your eyelids closing, and you were, for the first time in a long, dissolving in bliss.

He draped his coat over your sticky body, and you felt him stroke your hair again. His touch was gentle, so gentle. Your eyes drooped further shut.

“Did he fuck you like I did? Make you more like the whore you are?’’ his voice was low, but you could hear it. When it came to him, you could always hear him. But you were too tired. You wanted to sleep. Maybe if you slept by him, the nightmares wouldn’t come.

He chuckled at your lack of response, smoothing the strands of your hair down, and you heard the faint sound of his ticking watch. If you looked closely, through half-lidded eyes, you could make out small scratches and a single crack on the watch’s glass.

“Good night, my beloved.” His voice was like a hum. You…you remembered that. You knew that voice long before you ever sat in front of Dr. Kim. Some part of you screamed, but that part was weaker, blurred by the calming strokes of his hand over your hair and the sweet daze of sleep that kissed your eyelids shut.

You were dreaming again. It was a nightmare. You were in the woods again, the wind in your hair, and you were laughing at a joke your boyfriend said. He gave you the stuffed animal, pretty and soft and comforting, and you were giggling in delight as you hugged it to your chest.

“Babe, I love—,’’ the words died in your throat as a gunshot cracked through the crisp forest night. You were screaming now, the previous words of your love confession dying in your chest as ragged yells dragged out of your throat. He fell down, fearful-stained eyes growing glassy, and you felt a splatter of blood against your hands that stained the stuffed animal you were cradling. You were sobbing, your hands trembling as you reached out to try to touch his paling face. His lips shivered as they made one final desperate yell.

“Run!’’

You turned on your heels and made a run for it. You broke through trees and branches whipped at your fast as you ran and ran and…A hand grabbed your hair and slammed you against the tree so hard you were left winded, and you were screaming madly in grief and fear and outright hysteria as you lashed out.

“Why are you after us? Why us? Why did you kill him? Why did you kill him? WHY DID YOU KILL HIM?’’

Your fingers snagged a watch, leaving scratches on the wrist of the perpetrator, and you yanked it off the wrist in the midst of your struggle. You kicked out, frantic and desperate, and the moonlight of the night hit the perpetrator.

Dr. Kim’s face glowed underneath the waning light, his handsome features twisted in a mad glee as you thrashed and thrashed, and he was laughing through a choked breath even when your foot crashed into his rib and sent him sprawling to the forest floor.

You didn’t even wait to turn on your heel, and you were running again.

“Good night, my beloved.’’

You heard him laughing in the distance after he spoke, the sound rough and coarse and haunting, and there was that ticking again resonating from his watch still drowning in the forest floor’s mixture of mud and branches and rotting leaves.

Tick, tick, tick.

You saw the edge of the forest, the blinding light of the lamppost flickering in the distance, and your foot caught on a root protruding from the dark ground. You crashed into the ground.

You fought to get up, but the mud was soft underneath your thrashing body, and you were sinking into it. It swallowed your feet and your hands first, and you were sobbing in hysteria as it began to swallow up until your neck, and you were choking on mud as you drowned in it.

Flashes of Dr. Kim’s face flickered through your mind. His cold face, the warmth in his eyes as he wiped off your tears, the hunger in his expression as he devoured your lips, and…and his face twisted like a maniac as he dragged you against the forest tree and mockingly laughed at your struggle. He was going to finish you next, he was going to love you, he was going to break you, he was going to hold you, and he was…he was obsessed with you.

The mud filled your lungs, and you stopped coughing, stopped trying, stopped fighting. Your lips twisted in a content smile as you closed your eyes and went limp.

A/N: Leave a comment/review if you enjoyed the fic (or tell me if I made a mistake anywhere. Always a bit nerve-wracking copy and pasting from the word document I use to write). Sending my love to all of you for your support, as always!

#yandere namjoon #namjoon x reader #yandere #yandere bts #bts smut #yandere lemon #yandere smut #bts fic #bts x reader #namjoon smut #yandere writing #yandere x reader #bts namjoon #yandere fic #bts thriller au #bts reader insert #bts fanfiction #kim namjoon #yandere male #bts scenarios

[ikpopwriting]

May I just say, I was pulled in by Seoulmates but I am also super loving Bangtan Forest. And I really appreciate the Bangtan Forest Encyclopedia because it shows how much effort is placed into the world building 🤧 So so excited for both stories & can’t wait to read more! 💜

Seoulmates has been in my head for a while, and is a fluffy little story that has been just waiting to be told so I’m very pleased with the attention it’s getting!

Bangtan Forest, on the other hand, is like my baby. So much has went into it already as far as planning out the characters and the world within the Forest. I really wanted to bring in folklore and mythology from different cultures, so originally the Encyclopedia was just a list for me of ideas(that I tweaked and took creative license with oops) on which creatures/spirits/etc I thought I could use with the plot line I have in my head so far. If I were more of an artist, I would totally draw out a map of the Forest and its cities and terrain lol. I’m glad you’re enjoying it so far!

#seoulmates asks #Bangtan Forest Series asks #jess talks #asks

[bluewhale52]

Bangtan Fairytale Series

👑 Once upon a time with our 7 favorite men 👑

1. The Queen’s Secret ~ Namkook x Queen! reader No one expected the shy little Queen to have enamored the King so completely. What secret does she have? ~ smut, 9.4k ~ inspired by The Princess & the Frog

1.5. Beware the Woods ~ Jimin x fairy! reader Jimin finds out what lies within the dark woods of the enchanted forest. ~ smut, 4.3k ~ inspired by Red Riding Hood ~ can be read as a stand alone piece or as some sort of a sequel to The Queen’s Secret. 2. Prince Seokjin x Cinderella! reader 

3. Prince Taehyung x Evil Queen! reader

#bts fanfic #bts smut #namjoon smut #seokjin smut #yoongi smut #hoseok smut #jimin smut #taehyung smut #jungkook smut

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Zephyr (MYG)

Zephyr: A soft gentle breeze; Comforting wind on a hot summer's day.

Part of the “Protect the Village!” Oneshot series.

Masterlist

Pairing: Florist!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, mentions of death (not major, don’t worry) Yoongles doesn’t know how to express himself, soft boi hours.

Note: Time for me to pass out. We’re back on schedule hoes. :)

Summary: First, it was flowers for your grandmother. Next, it was flowers for a sick friend. Now, its flowers because the handsome flower shop owner lives in your head rent free.

Word Count: 4.3k

      A dense, luscious forest surrounds Bangtan Village. Filled with sturdy oak trees and delicate blooming flowers. As far as the eye can see, it’s nature. Trees stretch to the heavens, touching the sky with their strong appendages. Flowers draping over the petrichor forest floor, gracing those who walk through its lush maze. 

      It’s magical, really. Some rumour that Bangtan Village is ancient, rivaling the Mayans. Local historians say that the people here were protecting something that lays dormant in the forest. What that relic is? A mystery to most. But town elders always warn against wandering in the woods. Whispers of a magical heart that keeps the town alive roles through the town every year after New Year’s celebrations. 

Because nobody knows why every year the village gets a new influx of natural resources

      But thanks to this odd phenomenon, Min Yoongi never runs out of flowers. Peonies, sunflowers, hibiscuses. Every kind of flower grows in that forest, regardless if it scientifically should. Everyone collectively dismisses the impossible things that go on beyond those trees. Ignorance is bliss.

So because of the logic defying forest, Min Yoongi always has the best flowers. Which, in turn, means you always know where to find spider lilies. 

      Any event. Birthdays, weddings, minor celebrations. They always called for flowers. That was your motto. Flowers make everything better. Roses here, daisies there. Nothing can go wrong with flowers. They can make someone smile, ignite love, mourn a loss. Flowers can do anything, and your glad Min Yoongi indulges your thinking.

She loved roses. 

      Your grandmother was a bit old-fashioned. Not the most tech savvy, would rather do things by hand, and was a sucker for a beautiful red rose. Maybe it was because those were the flowers in her wedding bouquet. Or maybe its because your grandfather always brought her one every single day before he passed. It doesn’t matter. 

What matters is your getting her those roses, one last time. 

      When you first walked into Min’s Flowers, it had a peculiar petrichor smell. Like the shop was in an endless cycle of spring. Solf showers and light rays. It was a comforting calmness that soothed the cracks in your heart. Every which was there was a flower resting in peaceful serenity. 

      All the flowers seemed to look dreary, or maybe the soft petals were acting as a mirror, reflecting the melancholy of the day. You wouldn’t know. The only thing currently on your mind was red roses. Red roses. You needed to get those red roses. 

      Walking deeper into the shop, the walls greeted you with blissful silence. Not a sound was made, not a person in sight, shopkeeper or customer. It was just you and the flowers. A cruel thing, really. Alone with beautiful works of art that couldn’t distract your racing mind with words, only looks. But everywhere you looked, memories of your grandmother lingered. You needed words to revive your slowly beating heart. 

      “Hey, can I help you with anything?” A gruff voice sounded through the hazy, quiet aura of the shop. Turning around, you saw a man with scruffy noir hair. He wasn’t the tallest, but wasn’t short either. He had sharp brown eyes that emanated a hidden warmth encased in cool glass. His skin was as pale as petunias and he wore a desaturated blue apron with flowers peaking out of the pocket. 

      “I’m looking for red roses...” You somberly informed, unable to keep the emotion out of your voice. His cat-like eyes slightly softened, flashing a look of sympathy for your lost soul. You wondered if he often encountered lost souls here in the shop, using his business as a pit stop in a wayward journey. “I have just what you’re looking for,” He said, gesturing me to follow him.

      He led you through the shop in silence, like a drifting ghost. He floated elegantly through his shop, uncaring of the twist and turns that appeared in his way, even if there were few. Soon, he led you to an area full of roses, all different colors. White, blue, yellow. It was a beautiful image. 

      But he walked passed them, going towards a door in the back. “Where are we going?” You asked, stopping just a bit behind him. “Those roses are pretty, yes, but I think you need something more,” He said, face unchanging from a stoic expression. He opened the door, walking inside to grab something out of the artificially sun lit room. 

      Reappearing, he held a bouquet full of two dozen bright red roses. The petals undamaged, their color as lush as the day they came out of the Earth. “I’ve been saving these for a special occasion, I think they’d be of use to you now,” The man said, handing you the bouquet, You held them gently, afraid to damage the perfect flowers. 

      “How are they so perfect?” You marveled, unable to peel your eyes away from the beauty of which you held. “A lot of odd things happen in Bangtan,” Was his answer, nothing more. “Go on, I’m sure you have somewhere to be,” He said, putting a soft hand on your back, guiding you to the entrance you came in from. 

      “But I have to pay!” You protested, but the man didn’t stop guiding you. “Consider it a gift,” He shrugged. “But I don’t even know your name,” You argued, looking at him incredulously. “It’s Yoongi, what’s yours?” He asked, tilting his head slightly. “Y/n,” You answered. “Well Y/n, it was nice to meet you. Now go on, I hope those roses bring peace,”

      You didn’t go back to Min’s Flowers for three months. You decided it would be best to mourn in your own way, by yourself. That didn’t mean your close friends didn’t keep an eye on you though, Jimin and Jeongguk would never let you forget that they were there for you. Whether it was late night junk food runs to Hoseok’s store or messing around with Taehyung at the bakery. They made sure you knew they were there, waiting for you when you were ready to be picked back up and put back together.

      Which you were. You picked yourself back up and hammered yourself together. Life didn’t wait for anyone. Seasons still changed, flowers still bloomed, zephyrs still came and went. Maybe the tape you used to patch yourself up was still a bit brittle, maybe the glue you used to fill the cracks in your heart hasn’t quite dried yet, but you were okay. 

      And Jimin was not. Poor bastard caught a nasty case of the flu and has been miserable ever since. Jeongguk and you have been taking care of him whenever you could, and when he started complaining about missing the outside, flowers seemed like the perfect remedy. “I really like yellow and white chrysanthemums” 

      Those were Jimin's words when you asked him what his favorite flower was, and by golly were you going to get him the prettiest yellow and white chrysanthemums ever. So that’s how you found yourself back at the shop which aided your once wayward soul. 

      The shop still had that same comforting petrichor scent. Memories of the pixie like world that the flower shop simulated came back to you as you saw the same flowers in the exact same places as last time. When you first came to the shop, you had a heart leaking with melancholy. Now, you have a heart with scars and a mission to make your friend feel better. 

      “Oh, you’re back,” A familiar voice said. Turning, you saw the same man as before. He had mint hair now, standing at the counter. “That I am, Yoongi,” You said. You don’t know why the name stuck in your head the way it did, but you couldn’t forget it. Every time you thought about getting some flowers, Yoongi popped into your head. 

      It surprised Yoongi that you remembered his name. He thought that the interaction between the two of you was significant to him and him only. But hearing your soft utterance of his name made him freeze longer than he should’ve. “I’m surprised you remember me,” He said, cracking the slightest of smiles. 

      “You’re memorable, I suppose,” You chuckled, taking a few steps deeper into the indoor forest that was Yoongi’s flower shop. “So what brings you here this time?” Yoongi asked, not taking his eyes off of you. “My friend’s sick, so I wanted to get his favorite flower to cheer him up,”

      Yoongi nodded, walking around the counter to stand in front of you. “Well, I can guarantee that I have it here. What are we looking for?” He said, voice unchanging from a dull tone. “Yellow and white chrysanthemums,” You said, and Yoongi didn’t need to hear anymore before he was guiding you once more through the shop. The floor was slightly wet, showing that Yoongi had watered the flowers recently. 

      Quietly, he led you to where he kept the chrysanthemums, gesturing one of his hands to the yellow and white ones. “Go ahead and pick. A dozen flowers are 9,000 won,” Yoongi said, walking away to do his shopkeeper things. 

      That day you stayed in the shop a bit longer than you expected. You and Yoongi talked for what seemed like forever. Maybe it was minutes, maybe it hours, you wouldn’t know. You didn’t care, Yoongi was like a breath of fresh air. A whispering zephyr during the summer solstice. 

        So you kept coming back, again and again. Every day after work you made your way to Min’s Flowers, eager to talk to your new florist friend. You would arrange bouquets with him, tell him jokes, watch movies on the tv he had in the back. No matter the day or the weather, you never failed to meet with Yoongi every single day. Sometimes with Jimin and Jeongguk, sometimes alone.

You couldn’t get enough. Yoongi couldn’t get enough, and that scared him. 

      Min Yoongi was a quiet man. He preferred to stick to himself, hoping to limit the amount of human interaction he had on a daily basis. It’s not that he didn’t like people, per se, but he just rarely got along with others. It was a problem for him since Kindergarten. Being overly blunt with peers or arguing with the teacher. 

      He just drove people away with his cold aura and “unforgiving” personality. Yes, Yoongi had friends. He had Hoseok, Namjoon, Jin, Taehyung, even Jimin and Jeongguk hung out with him from time to time. But he’s never had that certain type of connection with someone. 

     Yoongi used to think he was critically apathetic. That no matter how much he wanted to bounce off the walls in celebration when Taehyung met his business goal, he couldn’t. He couldn’t muster up anything other than a “That’s good, I’m happy for you,” And he was! He knew he was, but he didn’t quite express that he was. 

      It left Yoongi feeling inferior, like he was a bad person. What kind of friend comforts you after a breakup by saying, “Love is dead anyway,”? Min Yoongi, apparently. Yeah, Yoongi had feelings. Things made him sad, mad, happy, annoyed. He wasn’t entirely broken. But those feeling felt like they were dampened, diluted. 

      “Aren’t you happy? Sad? Mad?” Those were the words Yoongi dreaded, because the answer was always yes. Yes, he was happy that Jin got a girlfriend. Yes, he was sad that Jeongguk couldn’t find the person painting flowers all over Bangtan village. Yes, he was mad Jimin shattered one of his terracotta pots. He just didn’t express it well. 

But you never seemed to care.

      You took Yoongi’s blunt words at face value. You believed him when he said, “That’s funny,” at one of your embarrassing childhood stories. You didn’t question why he wasn’t crying during “The Notebook” even if the tragic story silently broke his heart. You took his small smile just as seriously as you would a full one. That made Yoongi happy, even if he couldn’t express that to you. 

      You didn’t treat Yoongi’s lack of expression as a bad thing. You didn’t think he was cold and uncaring, because you knew he was. Actions speak louder than words. When he bandaged your ankle after you slipped in a puddle one day in the shop. When he gave you half of his granola bar after hearing your stomach rumble. Or how he never fails to ask how your day went, even if it sounded rather uncaring to the average person.

      Yoongi didn’t know when it happened or how. Yoongi didn’t know why your simple touches turned smouldering to him. Or why your smile was a picture he’d look at forever. He doesn’t know when he started eagerly looking at the clock, waiting for 4pm when you’d undoubtedly would come visit him at the shop. Yoongi didn’t know when it hit him, when his horribly suppressed emotions made him feel something like no other. 

Yoongi didn’t know when he fell in love with you, but damn did he fall hard.

      “Alright Yoongs, I agree with you on most things, but mint chocolate ice cream is definitely not it.” You argued, poking his carton of green ice cream with your spoon. “Well, coffee-flavored ice cream is weird too,” Yoongi retorted, stuffing a spoon full of ice cream monstrosity into his mouth. You dramatically gasped, “Yoongi! Coffee is totally a valid flavor,” You laid your head on the table inside Yoongi’s back room, putting a hand to your heart, “You wound me,” 

      Yoongi rolled his eyes, going back to his pint of frozen goodness. “You’re ridiculous,” He said, shaking his head. “Hold on, I speak Yoongi. You just said that I’m funny and you love me,” You teased. Yoongi felt his face slightly flush at your words, but he cleared his throat, changing the topic. “Whatever, wanna arrange a wedding bouquet with me?” 

      You quickly sat up, stars in your eyes as you ecstatically nodded your head. “Hells yes!” Yoongi hummed, grabbing both pints of ice cream and putting them away in the mini refrigerator he had. “Let’s go then, I already have my work space set up,” He said, walking out the room to which you happily followed him. 

      “So, a marriage? Is it a big one?” You asked. Yoongi shrugged, sitting down in his work chair to which he already had a spare one set up next to it. “I guess, I mean, how big can things get in Bangtan Village?” He said, picking up roses and cutting off bits of their stems. 

      “I dunno Yoongs, remember that time you found a huge sunflower in the forest? Bangtan Village may have a small population, but things can get pretty weird here,” You chuckled, joining Yoongi in his somewhat tedious task. “Yes, you are correct. Many things in that forest surprise me.” He said, nonchalantly. 

      “Really? Are there fairies? White stags? Gremlins?” You asked, turning towards the man contently snipping away at the stems next to you. “You and your fairy tales,” Yoongi sighed, secretly finding your interest in the unexplainable cute. 

       The two of you worked together in silence, enjoying each other's presence as the artful skills Yoongi had with flowers created beautiful bouquets. But the silent atmosphere was suddenly broken when your phone rang. Fishing it out of your pocket, Jeongguk's face appeared on the screen. You excused yourself and answered the phone outside, leaving Yoongi alone in the room. To him it felt a bit colder now.

      A couple minutes later, you peaked your head in the door, gaining Yoongi’s attention with a smile. “Sorry to say this Yoongs, but I have to help Jeongguk with something,” You said. Yoongi felt disappointed, but his face remained unchanging. “Oh... Okay... Do you- Nevermind,” Do you have too? Is what Yoongi wanted to ask. He didn’t want you to go, he wanted you to stay and make pretty flower arrangements with him. But he couldn’t express it.

      “I’ll be back tomorrow, don’t miss me too much, okay?” You joked, bidding the gruff florist a farewell. Yoongi tried to. But he really did miss you. Not only that, he felt... Jealous... He found himself wishing he was Jeongguk or wishing that you left your phone on silent so you wouldn’t hear his call. 

      It was selfish, Yoongi knew that, but that didn’t mean the feeling didn’t go away. He didn’t like this feeling. His emotions may feel weaker than others, but jealously always came on strong. Why did he have to be like this? Why couldn’t he just admit his feelings for you, ask you out on a date, tell you all the things that ran through his head about you?

      He needed to do something. What if Jeongguk made a move on you? What if you guys were kissing right now? Or worse, on a date... Yoongi’s heart felt heavy. His heart was heavy and his stomach was queezy. 

      One good thing came from Yoongi’s less than normal emotional responses. It meant embarrassment and shame were less of a bitch. Still total bitches, but bitches on chill pills. “Alright,” Yoongi told himself, “Operation fuck my emotional response and ask Y/n out on a date is a go,” Yoongi immediately pulled out his phone, dialing his friend Jin. 

     “Hello!” Jin answered. “Hyung... I need your help with something.” Yoongi said, his voice deadly serious. “What’s up?” Yoongi took a deep breath, wiping his sweaty palms on his apron. 

“You have a girlfriend...” Yoongi blurted out 

“Yes...?” Jin chuckled

“And you asked her out,” 

“That is correct.”

“How did you do that?” 

      Yoongi heard Jin’s squeaky laugh through the phone. “What?” He asked, confusion clear in his voice. “How d'you ask her out...?” Yoongi asked again. “I told her that I had feelings for her and asked her to go out with me,” Jin answered, most likely shrugging those broad shoulders of his. “How were you able to express your feelings?” Yoongi sighed.

     Jin was well aware about Yoongi’s trouble expressing himself in a way that didn’t make kids cry from his scary, brooding face. He had even helped him on a few occasions when he had to apologize and look like he meant it, (Whether he really did or not) But expressing a feeling like a crush or even love, was different for everybody. 

     “Yoongi, are you trying to ask that Y/n girl out?” Jin inquired, hearing a thing or two about you from when Yoongi dropped hints here and there. “Yes...” Yoongi said, resting his chin on his hand in defeat. “Yoongi, buddy, there’s no “right way” to express your feelings to somebody, you just have to do it in a way that is right for you.” Jin advised. 

“But the way I express things isn’t particularly... Nice,” Yoongi said. 

“Yoongi, if she likes you too she’ll accept that your just you,” Jin stressed, “And if what you tell me about the way she treats you, I’m sure she’ll understand just how hard and serious it is for you to admit something like this,” 

    Maybe Jin was right, you’d get that he’s basically head over heels for you, right? You know how he operates. You always treated him like a normal human with normal expressive capabilities. Okay, he’ll do it. 

      Yoongi can’t do this. What was he thinking? Inviting you over at 9pm to “help him with flowers” was probably the worse idea he’s ever had. You probably think he’s a weirdo. More of a weirdo than he actually is. What is he supposed to do?

      Well, it was too late. Because you just came barging through the door with a bag of takeout and that beautiful, blinding smile on your face. “Yoongs!” You exclaimed, placing down the food and giving him a hug. “Another emergency flower order?” You asked, taking out styrofoam containers and disposable chopsticks. 

      “Um... No. Yes... No,” He said, unusually indecisive. Yoongi sighed, sitting down at the table and taking a huge bite of the food that you handed him. “Yoongs, are you okay?” You asked, brows creased in worry. “I’m fine,” He shrugged, but you knew better.

      “Are you sure? You seem a bit off,” You pushed, hoping he would give you the honest answer. “Mhmm. I just- uh... I’m just tired,” He answered, turning his attention back to his food. You frowned, picking your lukewarm dumpings.

     You liked to call yourself a Yoongi translator. You knew a lot about his body language and usage of words. “I’m fine.” Usually meant just that. He was fine and meant it. But paired with his odd behavior just moments ago, you knew something was up. 

     But you also knew that Yoongi wasn’t an expressive person. He didn’t show powerful emotions very often. Yeah, he’s genuinely smiled before and chuckled. However, that was few and far between. Yoongi wasn’t good at expressing himself, and now that fact only worried you more. 

      “Hey Yoongs, you know the meanings of different flowers right?” You asked, brewing up an idea in your head. “Um, yes. You revealed that embarrassing fact when you snooped through my old books.” He said, raising his eyebrow incredulously. “What are you planning?” He asked. 

      You said nothing, instead opting to grab Yoongi and drag him out into the store. “Tell me how your feeling, but with the flowers,” You said. Yoongi looked at you like you’ve grown 3 head, “What?” He asked, still sounding iconically unimpressed. “I know something’s bothering you. I know it’s hard for you to express things sometimes, so tell me without words,” You explained, urging Yoongi to do as you say. “You don’t know the meanings though,” He argued. “Wrong. I studied them for a month straight to impress you. It’ll be fine,” You gave him a smile, and he felt his resolve breaking. 

     Yoongi thought about it for a second. Originally he was planning on just forgetting his entire plan and watching trash tv with you in the back until the sun came up, but this could work. Does he want it to work? Will you understand what he means when he gives you a pink camellia? Will you be weirded out if he presented you with red chrysanthemum? 

It was worth a shot. 

    Yoongi sighed, giving into your admittedly smart idea. This could work. Yoongi ran around the shop, picking out flowers of different kinds and colors, coming back to you with a messy bouquet. “Okay, lets begin. You won’t have to talk or explain, you can just nod your head,” You said. Yoongi nodded, handing you his first flower. 

A yellow hyacinth. 

“Jealousy? Are you jealous of someone?” You asked, 

Yoongi nodded.

A vine of ivy

“...Friendship? A friend? Are you jealous of a friend?”

Another nod. 

Gardenia

      “Secret love... You have a crush on somebody?” Your heart stung a bit at that one, but you schooled your emotions. This was about Yoongi, not you. “Your jealous of your crush?” You asked, but Yoongi shook his head no. “Your jealous of... your crushes friend...?” You guessed, Yoongi nodded, stoic face still unchanging. 

A red columbine.

    “Anxious, your crush makes you anxious?” You asked. Yoongi didn’t answer right away, but he lifted his hand and made a “sort of” motion. You racked your brain again for a moment. “Having a crush... makes you nervous?” 

Yoongi nodded

“Is it because your bad at expressing yourself?”

Yoongi gave you a ‘duh’ face, holding out another flower. 

 A yellow carnation

“They rejected you?” Yoongi shook his head, pointing back to the red columbine, “Ohhh, you’re scared that they will reject you.” A nod.

      Yoongi had one more flower left, but he didn’t give it to you just yet. He hid it behind his back, away from view, so you opted to cheer him up a bit in hopes that you’ll be able to comfort him enough to express this last thing. “Yoongs, you’re a great dude! Anybody would be lucky to have you! Sure, maybe your not as dramatic as me, but you care in your own way. That’s all that matters,” You said, giving him a smile. 

     Yoongi looked away from you to the side. He wasn’t usually a nervous person. Why is he so nervous? Why is this the one emotion that’s cripplingly strong? He could do it. He didn’t even have to say anything, just hand you the goddamn flower. He’s psyching himself out. Quickly, he thrusted the flower towards you without thinking.

Chucking, you took it in your hands

A red rose.

I love you.

      “Yoongi, you should give this to your crush, not me,�� You chuckled, but Yoongi didn’t move, just stared at you with unimpressed eyes. “Yoongs, you don’t mean...” “I love you,” He blurted out, a soft blush dusting his cheeks. “Y-You do?” You asked. 

One last nod.

      “Sup loser,” You lovingly greeted your grumpy boyfriend, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Yoongi rolled his eyes, wrapping an arm around your waist from where he was sat in his work chair, meticulously finishing up his last order of the day. “And you claim you love me when you treat me like that,” He said, voice gruff and scratchy from not using it for a while. 

      “Yeah, yeah, I love you too,” You chuckled. Yoongi bent down under the table and grabbed a flower, wordlessly handing it to you. “A red camellia?” You asked, taking a whiff of its pleasing aroma. “I’m expressing,” He said, and you nodded, understanding. 

     Yoongi’s gotten a bit better with expressing himself, but it can still be hard for him. As a solution, he talks to you in flowers when he wants to say something but can’t form the words. “You’re the flame in my heart too Yoongs,” You smiled, kissing the top of his head

Yoongi might not know the exact moment he fell in love with you. All he knew is that it happened swiftly and silently.

Like a zephyr on a warm day.

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