#I had to wait like. twenty mins before it even acknowledged it was supposed to be previewing something

[readingwriter92]

Xcode is so concerned about previewing my app in a “reasonable amount of time” like. Babe. I’m aware this computer is like. 8 years old and slow as shit. It’s gunna take longer than 15 secs to preview this app horizontally. Just do it.

#Sarah attempts to learn SwiftUI and oh lord is it slow #I had to wait like. twenty mins before it even acknowledged it was supposed to be previewing something #it’s just outright refusing now wow thanks babe

[ladyartemesia]

The Terms

◐ PART III of THE ALPHA ◐

◐ Part I ◐ Part II ◐ Series Masterlist ◐

Pairing: Alpha Werewolf Jimin x Omega Reader

Rating: Mature (for this installment)

Warnings: ABO sexual dynamics including discussion of scenting, marking, mating, and claiming. Violence and discussion of violence relating to ritual combat. Jin’s pheromones need their own warning. Yoonji and Yunli are not the same person.

Word Count: 2300

Author’s Note: As promised, this chapter is twice as long as the previous two and a lot of what people have been speculating about in the asks is discussed in this chapter... along with a few surprises...

“Luna rex provocatione means ‘the moon king’s challenge.’ It is never invoked lightly as its consequences are grave indeed... If an alpha believes that he is the true Alpha and the goddess has placed another in his path as a test of worthiness and dedication to the pack, then he will acknowledge his acceptance of this test by declaring luna rex provocatione. Once the challenge has been set forth only the death of the Luna’s first mate or the total surrender of the challenger can satisfy it...”

Text of the traditional speech given by a chief elder to begin a luna rex provocatione ritual [7th century]

“I know you won’t understand, but this isn’t personal-”

Jimin offered his rival an overtly feigned smile.

“You plan to kill me and claim my mate. Which part of that could I possibly take personally?”

Tae snorted somewhere in the background and Yoongi elbowed him hard.

Tradition dictated that both alphas meet with their second-in-commands in the chief elder’s chambers to discuss the terms of combat.

Namjoon brought Min Yoongi and Jimin had somehow ended up with Taehyung.

He didn’t remember actually agreeing to make Tae his second...

It just sort of happened somewhere between calming his hysterical mother and quickly reading up on archaic pack law.

The chief elder coughed uncomfortably. Goddess, this ascension was supposed to be easy. He never in a million moons thought he’d be in this position.

The last chief elder who oversaw a luna rex provocatione ritual had immortalized it in his journal as “the single most horrific moment of my life,” describing in detail the Luna howling in torment at the loss of her mate and the victor collapsing over the corpse of his foe in misery and guilt.

As in the past, the outcome of this conflict was already decided by fate...

Pain and regret weighed heavily on the older man as he considered the younger of the two alphas.

Park Jimin was going to die violently and there was nothing he could do about it.

“Because Kim Namjoon issued the challenge, his opponent will decide combat form. Your choices are human form, half-shifted, and wolf-form. After your choice is declared, Namjoon may add a minor alteration if he so desires. Park Jimin, please declare form.”

“Human,” he answered softly - and every single occupant of the room recoiled in response.

It was bad enough to witness a fight in wolf form or half-shifted... but to engage in ritual combat as a human-

It would be brutal - even psychologically disturbing - without the benefit of a wolf’s hide to mask the savagery.

Namjoon’s eyes widened in shock, but he recovered quickly.

“I request teeth and claws.”

Not quite a half-shift. Teeth and claws allowed for attacks using lengthened canines and claws.

It could make a kill slightly more... humane.

Jimin nodded and the elder pressed his seal over the first of the terms.

The were no windows in the small, stuffy chamber and between the heavy ceremonial garb and the nearly twenty braided praesidium bracelets wrapped around his wrists, Jimin felt as if the blood in his veins was literally coming to a boil.

Though he dared not remove them to relieve his discomfort.

Each bracelet represented a prayer to the goddess. They were given as protection to a loved one before a great trial.

His mother had not stopped making them since the ascension. She’d torn apart her most expensive dress and spent hours twisting the fabric strips into intricate traditional braids while she prayed...

Jimin’s fingers sought them out for comfort as the miserable parade of ritual legalities marched past the two hour mark.

Many agreements (like Jimin’s insistence that his mother not be allowed to attend the fight and Namjoon’s pledge to financially support the Park family in the event of their alpha’s death) were settled quickly, however the sheer number of details to be solidified was overwhelming.

“I think it best if we adjourn for a short recess,” the chief elder sighed wearily and Taehyung nearly ran Yoongi over in his desperate scramble to finally use a restroom.

Jimin turned to leave, but a hand on his elbow drew him back.

“I want you to know, I did this for you as much as for the rest of them.”

His tone was low and carefully respectful, but Jimin’s wolf snapped irritably at the elder alpha’s presumption.

“What an... interesting statement to make.”

He pointedly removed Namjoon’s hand from his arm with calculated nonchalance.

“No one expected you to be chosen... Jungkook, or even Hoseok, would have been an understandable alternative, but you’ve never taken being an alpha seriously-”

“According to you,” Jimin fired back, finally allowing his voice to harden in cold fury. “I have always known and valued what I am. I simply never felt called to your version of it.”

Namjoon tilted his head in acknowledgement.

Park Jimin might not look particularly dangerous ... but for the first time, the Kim alpha considered that he may have underestimated his opponent.

“Either way - the pack does not trust you. They are not confident in your ability to lead them,”his hands fisted reflexively at his side as he considered the weight of his next words, “...but if you beat me, they will never question your strength.”

Jimin’s hands tightened into fists.

Namjoon might be an overconfident windbag, but he had a point.

He faced an uphill battle to subdue a restless pack as well as increased threats from rival clans looking to expand their own power and territory.

The challenge was a chance to establish his claim.

Or die trying.

“You think rather highly of yourself,” he chuckled and Namjoon bristled indignantly.

“I have devoted my life to the pack. I have never questioned my duty to them.” He leaned forward a bit, holding the younger alpha’s gaze with purpose. “That is why I will not hesitate to kill you.”

“And what of the Luna?” Jimin wondered in mock contemplation. “Do you think she will take kindly to the loss of her mate if you win?”

Namjoon’s jaw clenched. The Luna was clearly a sore subject.

“If I win, then you were never really her mate were you? Your entire existence boils down to nothing more than a sacred test in my destined path.”

Silence stretched heavily as the two alphas regarded one another with open hostility.

“I will fight you till the last shred of life is ripped from my body,” Jimin snarled.

A shiver ran down Namjoon’s spine, though he was far from intimidated.

“At least now you sound like an alpha,” he scoffed.

Then he was gone.

Jimin waited till the sound of the older man’s footsteps faded before slamming his fist into the table.

He needed air and to be alone with his thoughts for moment before he could civilly resume the endless negotiations.

Unfortunately, the only place offering both of those things was a cluttered balcony near the back of the building.

The room traditionally designated for luna rex provocatione proceedings had been used as a storage closet for at least the last hundred years (and therefore needed to be hastily cleared after Namjoon’s inconvenient declaration). Consequently, the room’s former contents (piles of toys from this season’s charity drive) were now strewn haphazardly across the narrow outdoor space like debris from a brightly colored bomb.

Jimin carefully navigated his way to the balcony’s wooden rail and lifted his eyes to the moon.

“Please,” he begged softly “... send me a sign.”

“If he did not hate me before, he surely does now,” you sighed, staring morosely at the lights flickering in the old chamber building. Somewhere within the bowels of that archaic fire hazard, your mate of less than twenty-four hours was negotiating a nightmare.

“This is not your fault, Luna-“

“Isn’t it?” you snapped. “That’s who I am. I’m the Luna, if I could just accept another mate without someone getting their throat ripped out, then none of this would be necessary.”

Jin sqeezed your hand sympathetically.

The council placed you under guard in a small cottage across from the elder’s chambers in order to prevent the alphas from having any contact with you. Since then you kept a constant vigil from its rickety porch, hoping to catch a glimpse of the young man whose life you had ruined.

“Would you do it then - if you could?... Would you accept another mate to spare the Park alpha?”

Bitter tears burned at the corner of your eyes.

“Yes,” you whispered, “...I think I’d do almost anything to save him.”

Comfortable silence settled between you for several minutes - until a small flutter of movement drew your gaze to the chamber balcony.

Then he walked out.

And just the sight of him was enough to slam your heart up into your throat.

Jimin...

Jin quickly turned to your guard and unleashed a wave of pheromones that would have knocked out a grizzly bear. The guard whined and abandoned her post to follow him inside without a second thought, leaving you conveniently alone.

Male omegas are a rare and dangerous breed, you observed wryly, before retuning your attention to the man across the path.

A painful ache twisted hungrily in your gut as you watched him tilt his face to the sky. Somehow the relentless beauty of his features was even more captivating in the moonlight...

Suddenly a strong breeze braided though the air around you, playing with the loose strands of your hair and carrying your scent away from the small cottage and up to the balcony where the young alpha sought solace.

Jimin’s eyes shot open as the rich, unforgettable essence of you exploded over his senses. His gaze immediately locked with yours, cutting through the distance and darkness with an intensity that left you reeling.

You could not see his face at the ascension - instead the blindfold left you burning with curiosity as your mind conjured a thousand variations of how he might have looked on you in that moment...

Yet every last one of them fell short.

You could never have imagined the naked longing - the fierce desire - that burned boldly in his regard.

A strange, desperate frustration overtook you.

He was too far away - and Namjoon was going to take him from you before you could touch him again - before you could breathe him in again-

The cruel wind continued to pull your fragrance toward Jimin like an erotic incense, yet it offered you no such gift in return. You could not discern his scent and you wanted to - needed to - with a voracity that was almost blinding.

Please...

A mournful whimper tore from your lips and Jimin’s body reacted instantly to your distress.

Suddenly he was digging through the piles of mismatched trinkets and toys on the balcony, tossing aside all manner of discarded treasures till he finally found what he was searching for.

“Jimin-hyung! Where are you? Chief elder wishes to resume-”

Jimin glanced toward door as his fingers worked frantically over the object his hands.

“I’m on my way!”

His eyes found yours one last time, then he drew back-

A muted thwack echoed a few inches from your shoulder as whatever Jimin threw embedded itself into one of the porch beams.

Your fingers trembled with anticipation as you reached forward to retrieve (what appeared to be) a pointed metal dart - probably from a wall-mounted Darts game someone donated...

A length of braided cloth was tied tightly to the shaft and you recognized it immediately as a praesidium bracelet.

Soothing waves of Jimin’s scent drifted up from the fabric where it had rubbed repeatedly against the glands in his wrist.

Your body calmed instantly. Cold desperation gave way to the soft warmth of tenderness.

He knew.

He knew what you needed and he found a way to send it to you.

Your hand closed tightly over the bracelet as you crumpled to your knees and sobbed.

A gentle knock sounded at Namjoon’s door and a familiar figure slipped inside.

“...Yunli?”

Namjoon blinked for several moments in confusion before closing his evening read to approach her.

“Yunli... why - what are you doing here? It’s late - the ritual set to begin at sunrise.” He glanced at the door behind her, “Is Yoongi with you?”

She shook her head.

“My brother doesn’t know I’m here.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened as he considered all the ways his best friend’s younger sister sneaking into his house (in the middle of the night no less) could go horribly wrong.

“Ah. Well... that’s ...not good,” he mumbled, running his hand over his face. “Are-um - are you here to wish me luck for tomorrow?”

He reached for a glass of water to soothe his suddenly dry throat.

“No. Frankly I hope Park Jimin beats you to a bloody pulp.”

Water sprayed comically out of Namjoon’s mouth as he began to cough violently.

“What?!” *wheeze* “Why?!”

She offered him a sad smile.

“You know why, Kim Namjoon.”

He did know why.

Yunli had loved him (or believed she loved him) since she was a little girl.

He sighed heavily.

“Yunli, we’ve been over this-”

“One week. The change comes to me in one week-”

“You’re Yoongi’s sister-”

“I’ll be twenty years old, and for the last time I’m not your sister-”

“Goddess above, Yunli!” he shouted, “You’re just a child!”

Yunli’s hands gripped the collar of his shirt and yanked him down to her level.

“I am not a child!” she growled.

Then her mouth was on his and every single thought he ever had disappeared.

There was only her.

Heat poured through him like heavy syrup as his senses surrendered one by one. His arms wrapped around her without the slightest hesitation, as if their sole purpose was draw her in.

Sweet... Oh goddess, she’s sweet.

Yunli whined needily and a possessive growl rumbled from his chest in response.

Then she was pulling back - wrenching herself away from him with an anguished sob.

Bitter tears flowed freely down her impossibly beautiful face and Namjoon - who spent the majority of his life barely acknowledging his heart - suddenly felt it shatter.

“You should have waited for me,” she whispered.

“Yunli-I-” he tried calling out to her, but it was no use.

She was already gone.

“Are you sure you have everything you need?”

Jimin offered his second a distracted smile and nodded. His room looked the same as it did the morning of the ascension, yet his entire life was different...

“You were great today, Taehyung. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Tae felt his chest swell with pride. He didn’t want to think about what sunrise might bring, but he was determined to serve his old friend well.

For as long as he could.

“I don’t know about that,” he chuckled, recalling that he fell asleep on his feet for three entire terms before anyone noticed. “You’re a surprisingly ruthless negotiator. I barely contributed.”

“I wasn’t alone though...” Jimin whispered, “and when Namjoon first issued the challenge... I thought I might be.”

Taehyung gulped, pushing back the oppressive sorrow settling in his gut in favor of some levity.

“You - uh - you actually missed the wildest part of the whole day.”

“...I did?”

“Yeah it was bizarre. Did you notice the table was different after our break?”

Jimin shrugged. His thoughts had been... elsewhere at that point.

“We couldn’t find you at first, so you missed the whole ordeal but - when we all came back to the room, that big oak table was split in half.”

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[wrienne]

My Cheating Amnesic Fiancé

Chapter 4: The Accident

He didn't follow you. But you knew he had seen your tears. You attempted to wipe them away as you hurried out of the stadium. You didn't know why you were crying. You should be shouting in glee and celebrate Jungkook's betrayal. You were free.

Why then, did it hurt so much?

Se-Eun’s face immediately turned serious when she saw you, and she silenced her tired, irritated mother and Min-Ji and Yeon-Woo. Something in your expression must have warned her and the others not to speak to you, for they remained quiet the whole ride home. Se-Eun’s mother made sure to drop you off first even though the ride to Gangnam would take the longest in addition to being a detour from the stadium.

“Call you tomorrow?” Se-Eun asked after you thanked her mother. Her eyes held concern.

“Sure,” you told her as you exited the car. You found yourself sounding much harsher than you had wanted, so you added, “thank you very much for the ride.”

Her mother nodded with a face so similar to Se-Eun’s that, when you had first met her, you had thought they were far-apart sisters. She was quite young too, having become a mother at 22. “You sure you don't want to sleep at ours? I know it's school tomorrow, but Se-Eun told me your parents are in Japan and would be there until next week.”

“I'll be alright,” you said quickly. “I'm used to it.” You obviously didn't feel like hanging out at the moment. Even though Se-Eun was more tactful than most, she wouldn't be able to stop herself from asking you what had happened.

And you definitely didn't want to have a repeat of Jungkook’s not-really-yet-actual infidelity. Although, it wasn't as if you could talk about it even if you wanted to.

“See you!” Se-Eun and the others said. You could see the curiosity brimming over in her friends’ eyes.

You managed a weak smile. “Yeah.”

It was empty in your parents' apartment. A note on the refrigerator door reminded you that they were away on a combined work and vacation trip in Osaka together with Jungkook’s parents. All four of them were gone until Saturday. That meant that if you told your parents now, Jungkook's parents would also know and they would have six days to argue.

You hesitated to dial your dad. Perhaps you should tell him and your mom face to face. Although that wasn't really a valid excuse since there was something as simple as a facecam option on KakaoTalk. Still, you found yourself reluctant to make the call.

With a tired exhale, you went to rummage your cupboards for a packet of noodles. You had missed dinner due to Se-Eun’s sudden invitation and your stomach had given up growling hours ago. Also, you just felt like eating something bad.

You refused to acknowledge the reason why, though.

While you waited for the water to boil, you readied a tray with chopsticks, a spoon, some water and a tiny serving of kimchi, so you could bring the food to the living room. You were used to eating alone. When your grandparents on your father’s side had been alive, you had almost always dined with them whenever your parents were away. It was the least they could do after having grown too old to travel, thus passing on the responsibility of being the head representative of Phoenix Inc. to your father. But ever since your grandma had passed and your grandpa had become sick due to his grief before slowly slipping away five years ago, you had dealt with food yourself. You had never known your grandparents on your mother’s side, for they had passed before you were born, and none of your other relatives lived even nearby Seoul.

It didn't matter much, though. Loneliness had been your companion through life as far back as you could remember. The curse of fortune, you reckoned.

You placed the square of noodles into the steaming hot water and poured the packets of spices and dried vegetables in after. The tiny screen on the microwave said 23:31. You would hate yourself for eating that late into the night instead of sleeping, especially since you were supposed to go to school tomorrow at eight in the morning. But as you stirred everything around, watching the noodles and the vegetables soften and the clear water turn reddish, you found yourself feeling eerily awake.

You reluctantly recalled the expression on Jungkook’s face. It had almost seemed like he had wanted to add something to your conversation. Something vital. What could it have been? He wasn't stupid enough to think he could get away with a girlfriend while being engaged to another, was he? No, you didn't think so. There had to be a reason - no matter how bad or unexpected - why he decided to remain with you if now his heart belonged to her.

“Stop it,” you mumbled underneath your breath. “Get him out of your head, he's not worth spending brainpower over. Just call your parents tomorrow morning, since they’re probably sleeping now anyways. Let them handle this poor investment of their only daughter.”

Your voice sounded bitter. Your face probably looked bitter. But hey, at least you were out of a potentially devastating marriage. You didn't know what you would have done if you found out about Park Yi-Jae after the walk to the altar. Let's just say, a packet of noodles in the middle of the night would have been the least of your concerns.

You were seated in front of your TV, absentmindedly flipping through channels when you finally felt sleep creep over your eyelids and body. Your saucepan had cooled since long and your glass of water had been emptied and filled, twice. Turning the TV off, you headed toward the kitchen with your dishes when an unexpected sound pierced through the silence.

Ring, ring, ring.

It was your phone. You darted the last meters into the kitchen, having forgotten the phone on the kitchen island, and picked it up. You didn't recognize the number.

Why would someone call you in the middle of the night?

Scratch that, it was past the middle of the night, you realized as you eyed your microwave. However, there wasn't really that much time for you to think, so you, without considering the possibilities, simply answered.

“Hello?” you said hesitantly.

“Er...” a low, male voice began. “Who is this?”

“Shouldn't you know since you called?” you parried, instantly growing suspicious. The person sounded vaguely familiar, though you couldn't put your finger on who it was.

“Well, it’s the only number I haven't already called on this phone and it doesn't exactly say the proper name of a person.”

You frowned. “What?”

You suddenly heard some voices in the background near you - or rather, the speaker on the other line - and you discerned, “He actually cracked the code!” and “Who are you talking to?” until finally: “Taehyung, give me the phone.”

There was some rough scratching in your ear. Your frown deepened when another male’s voice spoke to you.

“This is Kim Sejin, one of the head managers of the Bangtan Boys.”

“Okay?” you said slowly.

“Are you related to or friends with Jeon Jungkook?”

“I wouldn't say either of those applies,” you answered, feeling cold at the mere mention of his name. “But I do know a guy with that name, who just happens to be in Bangtan.”

The voice sighed. It was a long, weary exhale, and suddenly you tensed.

Suddenly, you knew something was terribly wrong.

“There… there has been a severe accident. If you could come to Asan Medical Center as soon as possible, that would be very helpful. Do you need help getting here?”

You simply stood there, numb.

An accident?

“What kind of accident?” you heard yourself ask.

“It'll be easier to explain once you're on place,” said Sejin impatiently. “When can you get here?”

“I... I can be there in twenty if traffic is good,” you heard yourself say.

“I'll meet you at the front desk.”

The whole ride there, you were so concerned you couldn't even sit still. You hadn't even bothered calling your parents chauffeur. The cab driver gave you odd looks while you fidgeted, scratched your arm and did and undid your hair. You couldn't care less that you looked like you had taken a dose of something, and something cheap and really poorly made at that. You were too busy worrying.

What had happened? Why was Jungkook at the hospital? No matter how much you enjoyed seeing him lose his composure or fumble, you would never even consider wanting him hurt. Not even once, not even a little. It didn't matter what he had done to you - you would never ever, ever wish harm upon Jeon Jungkook. Scumbag and cheater aside, he was the son of your parents' closest friends - and one of few constants that existed in your life. Even if he was an unfriendly one.

Also, there was that one time when you were both children that you had yet to repay him for.

After paying the driver, you sprinted into the main doors of AMC. A middle-aged man in quite a good physique stood by the front desk and furrowed his brows at your abrupt entrance until recognition lighted his eyes.

“(Y/F/N)?” Creases appeared in his forehead, and he raised an eyebrow. “Was it you I was speaking with?”

“Yes,” you quickly replied. “Though don't say my name too loudly.”

There were a surprisingly low amount of visitors or patients, though considering the time of the day - or were you supposed to say night? - perhaps it wasn't that odd. Yet, considering the guy hospitalized, you had expected some kind of paparazzi.

“Pleasure meeting you finally,” the man said and reached out his hand. “If only the situation had been different, I might have actually meant it. I'm Kim Sejin.”

“Likewise, and yes, I figured. Where is the media?” you asked after shaking his hand. His hand was heavy, calloused. “Shouldn't they be here, being vultures or parasites or whatever else they call journalism?”

Sejin let out a tired chuckle before turning sober. “It happened privately, and much too sudden. We were fortunate with that, at least.”

You swallowed hard as your heart started beating faster. “Where is he? What happened?”

“Follow me, I'll tell you meanwhile.”

He began walking down the eastern corridor, which fortunately didn't say critical care. You obeyed, walking next to him while you tried not to think about what horror might have befallen Jungkook.

“I don't know why he acted the way he did,” began Sejin, then gave you a sharp glance. “But after you two had 'talked', the kid was devastated. I thought he would cheer up after some drinks in celebration of the concert. He did, too - at least for an hour or so he seemed happy. Then, all of a sudden, he decided to bolt out onto the street, shouting something about ‘making things right.'” Sejin grimaced. “He didn't see the car, or at least I don't think he did.”

“He would never commit suicide,” you told Sejin firmly, remembering a scene from years back. “He loves his singing and dancing too much for that.”

“I really hope so.”

“Believe me,” you said as you did your very best to fight back the anger rising within you at the memory. Old bruises on young skin. Alcohol and smoke-laced words. “Jungkook has been through some terrible things in order to reach where he is today. He wouldn't give it all up just like that.”

Sejin gave you an inquisitive look but you shook your head. This wasn't your story to tell.

"Besides," you added with a half-hearted smile. "He would never die for me."

“Very well.” He paused outside a room. Again, his features turned serious. “This is it. He is awake and although the tests and scans aren't completely finished, the doctor thinks he's fine. She said he could count himself lucky that he only broke his arm, even if it was his right one.”

“Well then,” you said and put your hand on the metallic door handle, feeling a wave of relief sweep over you. “Why did you sound so worried earlier then? You told me it was a severe accident.”

“There is this one detail…”

You rolled your eyes. “A scar on his pretty face won’t dissuade any of the fans’ from supporting him. In fact, it’ll probably make him look a bit tougher and even more desirable. That’s nothing to be ashamed of - on the contrary, actually.”

Kim Sejin pursed his lips before speaking. “It’s not his face that’s the issue.”

And the next few words he said would come to permanently change your life. For better or worse, you didn’t know. At least not yet.

“He is amnesic, (Y/N).”

#MCAF #wrienne #ao3 #bts fanfiction

[min-youngis]

I'll Drive You

gif not mine (and i can't remember if i've used it before but it is very much past my bedtime and i am too tired to check)

~ Pairing : Min Yoongi x Reader

~ Genre : Fluff, Comfort, Humour

~ Rating : PG-13

~ Summary : The shaky beginning and abrupt end of an incredible, two week long system where Yoongi drives you to and from your residency at the hospital during his band break. Ft. one Min Holly.

Established Relationship.

~ Word Count : 4,270

~ Warnings : 1 (one) mention of alcohol, mentions of sex (i believe the word quickie is used somewhere in the middle), swearing

~ A/N : basically i got thirsty. shockingly, there is some discernible plot in this.

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Your bag seems to weigh you down as you slowly climb out of the car, coat flapping against the sides of your thighs. With a huff, you transfer it to your left hand as you trudge up to the door, blindly reaching inside it for the house keys.

The foyer light is still on despite the fact that it’s nearing 10 PM, and as you unlace your shoes and place them on the rack, you can hear the faint noise of the television coming from the living room.

With a sigh, you make your way further into the house, gently massaging your temple in a vain effort to get rid of the headache that’s been mounting for the last couple of hours.

You’re too tired to admonish him for staying up and waiting for you to return from the hospital for the third time this week, but you feel like you should still say something. He’s supposed to be on holiday, for fuck’s sake. You wouldn’t dream of trying to get him to stop working hard during the day, knowing that it’s as natural as breathing when it comes to his production regardless of whether the company’s given the band a twenty day break or not, but the fact that he puts off sleep until you come back home simultaneously irks and flatters you, all in all making you feel like you just have one more thing to deal with at the end of every day.

You’re in for a surprise, though, as you enter the living room thinking all these hard thoughts only to see a gently snoring Yoongi asleep on the couch, spectacles precariously positioned on the bridge of his nose. Evidently fallen asleep in the middle of a show, he’s got his knees folded in, tucked tightly into his chest. One of his elbows is resting on the couch arm, hand propping up his tilted head, and the other is resting on Holly’s similarly asleep frame that’s pressed against his thigh.

Quiet as you can, you walk towards the table, picking up the remote to switch off the sitcom that’s playing in the background, and turn around to survey the scene in front of you. You see Holly twitch at the sound of your feet scuffing on the floor and before you can shush him, he’s awake, softly yelping and wriggling out from under Yoongi’s hand to jump down from the couch and excitedly bound to you.

Dropping your bag, you bend down to pick him up, nervously shooting a glance at the miraculously still asleep man in front of you. Pacifying Holly, you decide to try getting Yoongi to bed if he’s still dozing here when you get out of your shower.

As delicately as possible, you deposit the now-quiet dog back in his place on the couch, fondly watching as he wiggles under Yoongi's splayed out hand, and deftly take off the skewed glasses, folding and placing them on the centre table. He stirs slightly but doesn’t wake up.

The torrent of warm water hitting your sore muscles simultaneously freshens and further tires you, leaving you in a better mood but all the more eager to go to bed. Dressed in pyjamas, you step out of the bathroom, ready to get Yoongi and fall asleep, when you stop short as you see the man himself sat on the edge of the mattress, blanket wrapped around his shoulders, eyes threatening to shut but steady gaze trained on you.

“Welcome home,” he blearily says with a kind smile.

You walk towards him, halting once you reach the bed and standing in between his knees. He lets go of the blanket, opting to tug you closer by the waist and pressing his face to your abdomen, as you let yourself rest your arms on his shoulders, leaning your weight on his body.

“How was your day?” he asks, voice muffled by your t-shirt.

“Hmm, the usual. You?”

“Good, good. Dinner?” he asks, pulling away slightly, probably realising that if you both don’t get to bed soon, you’ll end up falling asleep while standing.

“I ate at the hospital cafeteria.”

“Food still shit?”

“Still shit,” you confirm with a sluggish nod.

He sighs a bit, standing up without releasing his hold on you, pulling your head into his chest. You deeply inhale, feeling calmer with every passing second, snuggling into his warmth.

You haven’t had a chance to enjoy more than a couple of minutes with him at a time, the last few days having been extremely busy at the hospital. When your professor had told you that a residency would be hectic, you didn’t know that that was code for really fucking exhausting. Every morning, you’ve been leaving before Yoongi wakes up fully, with only a fleeting goodbye kiss to sustain you the entire day, and whenever you return, he’s either too busy composing or he’s fallen asleep. The few days he actually is awake and waiting for you, you’re both too tired to spend anytime together and end up going straight to bed.

“I miss you,” you mutter, weight of the past week crashing into you as your shoulders slump even more in his embrace.

You feel his arms tightening around your waist and a brush of lips on the top of your head.

“I’m right here,” he gently teases, making you let out a huff.

You can tell that he’s trying to be optimistic, to keep you afloat, but he isn’t quite able to hide the downward inflection of his voice, betraying his own frustration with the situation.

“You know what I mean,” you whine.

He doesn’t reply, probably realising that there’s really nothing he can say that’ll make this state of affairs suck less.

You let out a loud yawn, jaw clicking, and he pulls away with a chuckle. “C'mon, miss doctor. Sleep time,” he briskly ushers, or as briskly as he can when he’s fighting a yawn himself.

“Not a doctor yet,” you mumble sleepily as you let him tuck you in, curling in on your side and sighing in contentment as you feel him climb under the covers behind you, moulding his frame to yours, legs tangled and arm thrown across your waist.

You’ve almost fallen asleep, comfortable in the warmth he provides and his slow, steady breath hitting the back of your neck, when you feel rather than hear him say, “I could drop you tomorrow, if you’d like.”

Not registering his words at first, you simply hum in acknowledgement that he said anything at all. Encouraged, he continues. “I’m at home anyway, and it’s not like I have a schedule.”

You feel his deep voice, throat scratchy with tiredness. In the middle of your haze, you confusedly ask, “How will I get back, then?”

“I’ll come pick you up,” the simple reply promptly comes. You let out a little, amused huff, which is the closest you can manage to a snort in your current state.

“No, I’m serious. I can be your chauffeur for the next two weeks, we’ll have car dates.”

This time, you really do snort. “Romantic,” you dryly utter, knowing very well that when 7 AM comes around, Yoongi will be out like a light, just like he is every morning.

You feel a gentle, half-hearted pinch on your waist as he says, “Just think about it. No driving to and from the hospital. Maybe you can eat something more than an apple for breakfast in the car. And all your colleagues can get jealous watching me wait for you outside at the end of the day.”

“Are you sure you aren’t just doing this to boost your own ego?” you sleepily giggle.

“It's a win-win scenario. You get a driver, I get my superiority complex fix.”

Sluggishly turning around in his arms, you stick your head into the crook between his neck and shoulder, not at all taking this conversation seriously. “At least you’re self aware,” you pointedly say.

Feeling his breath fanning over your head, you hear him implore, “C'mon, just let me drive you.”

Nuzzling further into his warmth, seconds away from slipping into blissful oblivion and knowing fully well that nothing concrete is going to come from this conversation, you reply obligingly, “Okay, Yoongi.”

                                                     ____________________

The 6:30 AM alarm rouses you from the depths of sleep and the first thing you register is the lack of warmth next to you. Drowsily muting the decidedly inglorious sound of Morning Glory from your phone, you reach out a blind, searching arm, only to come up empty handed.

Smelling caffeine through the open door, you stop your pursuit and sit up, suddenly remembering the previous nights', mostly one sided, conversation.

He can’t be serious.

Carefully stepping around Holly, who’s sleeping on the dog bed, you trudge to the kitchen to see Yoongi leaning against the counter, pouring hot coffee from the pot into a large thermos. He looks only slightly more awake than you, despite having been out of bed for a longer time if the lukewarmth of the sheets is anything to go by.

Feeling partly surprised, partly exasperated and completely enamoured by the lengths to which this man in front of you is going to, still slightly hazy with sleep, your mouth morphs from an O to a dopey smile, moving closer to him and making to accept the thermos once it’s been filled.

Like he’s just realised you’re there, his eyes refocus, looking at your hand confusedly before his eyebrows straighten out in realisation.

Voice hoarse but deadpan, he says, “Oh, this one’s for me. Yours is there.”

Quizzically, you look in the direction he’s indicated with a tilt of his head, anticipating another thermos like the one he’s just finished filling, only to find a white mug with ‘You’ve Made A VAS DEFERENS In My Life!’ printed in shocking red, disastrous Comic Sans font. You hadn’t expected to see the gag cup you had bought him for your one year anniversary staring back at you this morning, but here you are.

Gaping in simultaneous amusement and indignation, you turn towards him. Yoongi has a deeply content expression as he keeps his eyes closed, sipping from the flask in his hand, looking for all he’s worth like a patient in pain who’s just been administered morphine. Before you can say anything, he opens his eyes, looking slightly more awake.

“Don't you need to get changed and packed?” he asks. “We have to leave in twenty minutes.”

Then he promptly ruins the effect by letting out a yawn, sound amplified by the bottle that he had just stuck his face into for another sip.

Squinting and taking a sip of caffeine from your delightfully disgusting mug, you enquire, “Are you sure you want to do this? I can just drive myself, it isn’t a big deal.”

With a shrug, he replies after swallowing what looks like an unhealthy amount of coffee, “I’m awake, amn’t I?”

“Yes, but for how long?”

With speed and agility that surprises you, he sets his thermos down before turning you around towards the door of the kitchen, palms on your shoulders. Giving you a tiny pinch on your hip and marching you to the door, he says in a faux-annoyed voice, “You can be a smart ass in the car, now scram.”

Bemused, you change and emerge from the room with your bag, coat in hand. Re-entering the kitchen, you see Yoongi putting the lid onto a Tupperware.

“This is a complementary service, then?” you ask, thoroughly engaged by how seriously he’s taking this.

Shaking his head, he gestures you closer and drops the box into your bag, saying, “Oh, no. You’ll be paying.”

You accept the wax paper wrapped sandwich that he hands you with a grateful smile as you tease, “You can’t possibly want more money. If you’re going bankrupt, I’m breaking up with you.”

Disregarding your empty proclamation, he drops his empty thermos in the sink before checking that Holly’s food and water bowls are filled and ushering you towards the front door, ensuring that you’ve got your bag in one hand, breakfast in the other and coat slung over the crook of your elbow. “Whoever said anything about money?” he asks with a wink, sliding his feet into his old-man sandals and taking the car keys from the bowl atop the shoe stand.

You cast an appraising look at his plain black t-shirt and flannel pyjamas, looking at him pointedly. Rolling his eyes, he grabs your hand that’s holding the sandwich and marches the both of you out while saying, “That coffee can only sustain me for so long. Once I’m back, I’m going straight to bed.”

“You literally drank a whole litre just now, I don’t see how you’re going to manage that,” you sceptically state, climbing into the passenger seat, only for Yoongi to shush you as he sticks the keys into the ignition and encourages, “Eat up now, before it gets cold.”

Snorting, you tune the radio to the station you prefer every morning and take a bite of the sandwich, immediately realising how much better it is than the apple that you usually eat while driving. He catches your pleased smile, flashing you a soft grin before he focuses on the road again.

“Good?” he asks, changing gears.

“So good. I’ll drop you a five star rating.”

“That’s all I ever wanted.”

You have what may just be the best morning drive to work you’ve ever experienced, even the too loud and too cheery voice of the RJ seeming bearable when Yoongi’s in the car next to you. Of course, it’s an added bonus that you get to ogle his hands on the steering wheel, a fact that isn’t lost on him as he teases you for it when he finally pulls up outside the hospital, saying, “Would you like a picture? A simple Google search should throw up what you’re looking for.”

Staunchly, a little disappointed that the ride hadn’t lasted a little longer, you reply with a sniff, “And what is it that you think I am looking for?”

Leaning over the centre console, intentions perfectly clear, he smirks and airily says, “Oh, you know, a little bit of this, a little bit of that.”

Chortling, you move towards him as well, and with a quick kiss and a deeply grateful ‘Thank you!’ muttered against his lips, you skip out of the car, feeling more uplifted and calm than the last four days combined.

I could get used to this, you think, punching in and entering the building.

                                                    ____________________

You could drop to the floor instantly as you walk into the room where all the residents keep their bags during the day. Final rounds are always the most exhausting and you’re more than ready to go home, feeling tired but satisfied. You’re still thinking about the last patient whose chart you had signed over to the night shift, the other residents around you similarly silent as they go about leaving, when your phone begins to vibrate in your coat pocket.

Min Yoongi, the caller ID reads.

With a jolt, you feel a little better at remembering the prospect of not having to drive back home, and accept the call, tucking your phone between your ear and shoulder as you drop your scrubs in the basket.

“Hey, I’m done. I’ll be out in five minutes.”

“I have food with me.”

“Three minutes,” you amend with a jaded grin he can’t see but is surely aware of, going by the deep chuckle you hear.

Hanging up, you hasten your checking out process, leaving the room with a ‘Night!’ that begets you a couple of tired grunts in response from the people still left inside.

You shuffle out of the building and immediately spot the sleek black sedan parked on the opposite side of the road. Through the tinted windows, under the streetlight right above the car, you can just about make out a stooped silhouette.

In moments, you’re sat in the passenger seat, bag in the back, head resting on the cool leather and eyes slipping shut as your body sinks with exhaustion and you let out a soft sigh in simultaneous comfort and tiredness. You feel a heavy paper bag being gently set on your lap and very nearly moan out loud as long, dexterous fingers come up to soothingly massage the side of your neck. Opening your eyes, you see Yoongi with a kind but worried smile on his face.

“You good?” he asks, palm now resting, solid and comforting on your shoulder.

“Better now,” you reply with a grateful smile, taking a moment to deeply inhale the delicious smell that’s coming from the cover on your lap, suddenly realising how hungry you are.

“Let’s get you home,” he says, dropping his hand down to the gear stick. You turn up the radio a bit so the lo-fi beats get a little louder, settling you, and eagerly take out the box and spoon from the bag.

“How was lunch?” Yoongi softly asks, breaking the silence in the car that’s only punctuated by your chewing.

“So good. Hyejin wanted to know how I made it,” you say along with a thumbs up, swallowing a large mouthful.

Grinning, Yoongi asks, “What did you tell her?”

“I told her I’d send the recipe. So that means you should probably send me the recipe.”

“I’ll do that,” he chuckles, pulling into the driveway as you close the empty box, feeling drowsy now that you have some food in your system.

Thirty minutes later see you in bed, freshly showered, head cushioned by Yoongi’s thigh as he’s sat up against the headboard using his phone, Holly curled next to you with his fur slightly tickling your nose. You’re stuck in the limbo between sleep and wakefulness, just floating along, not particularly registering anything, and you sleepily mumble into Holly's dog-shampoo smelling head, “This was a good idea.”

Yoongi doesn’t stop his mindless stroking of your hair and just replies with a deep, satisfied hum and a smug ‘Told you so.’

You fall asleep that night almost peacefully, a single car ride with Yoongi and a good meal having managed to wind you down more than has been possible in a long time as you easily allow yourself to slip in his reassuring embrace.

                                                         ____________________

The next few days are absolute bliss, at least in comparison to the months of residency you’ve already had, and you hardly realise two weeks are over, only remembering when Yoongi hands you your customary Vas Deferens coffee cup one morning with a grin and a ‘One last time.’

“One last what?” you ask, still sluggish. Yoongi’s become great at this whole waking up early thing, nowadays needing only three-fourth of a thermos full of caffeine to start feeling truly awake, but you still struggle with it on occasion, particularly after comparatively later nights.

“Break's over today,” he says, turning towards the stove to fire it up, pan in hand ready to be heated.

Checking the date on your phone, you see that your blissful period in heaven is, in fact, over. You have to resist the urge to whine in disappointment, but your heavy silence seems to be answer enough as he turns around and fondly, tenderly smiles at your thinly veiled pout.

Making sure the stove isn’t on high, he gives the pancake mix one last whisk before wiping his hands on a towel and making his way towards your frame that’s sat cross legged atop the granite counter.

You’re drinking the final dregs that you can extract from your cup, the taste of sugar and coffee strong on your lips and tongue, when Yoongi stops right in front of you, gently taking the cup from your grip and winding your fingers in his instead.

“I could always ask the company for a driver for you, if you want?”

Leaning forward, you stick your face into the crook of his neck and shake your head in response.

“Not the same,” you mumble. You’ve always been a little loose-lipped and clingy in the mornings. Regular Y/N would rush to explain that they’ll get over it, that it isn’t a big deal, that Yoongi being back in studio is exciting and they want nothing more than for him to go back to properly doing the job he loves so much. But sleepy Y/N has no qualms about being vulnerable. Either way, you know that Yoongi’s perfectly aware of everything that you haven’t verbalised.

Not letting you stay in your hiding nook in peace, he annoyingly bounces his shoulder up repeatedly, making you raise your head and catch his eye.

“Maybe I should get BigHit to deliver lunch to you at the hospital everyday.”

Snorting, you reply, “Yeah, everybody'll love that. No, now that I’ve seen how great the alternative to cafeteria food is, I think I’ll try out some of your recipes whenever I can.”

He looks pleased at that, obviously not having anticipated this outcome. You’ve always been big on the concept of self-care, but not particularly good at the execution.

These are a couple of things you’ve realised and learnt over the past two weeks.

Number 1 : Hospital food is shittier than you had thought it was, now that you’ve got a taste of somebody cooking fresh meals on the daily for you.

Number 2 : Min Yoongi sometimes puts sticky notes in your lunch that have profound things written on them like ‘Don’t cut up somebody if you can help it!’ and ‘XOXO - Genius Min Suga', and on one memorable occasion that had you snorting in the canteen, ‘Went to the optician the other day and bumped into...everybody’. When you had asked him why he didn't do it everyday, he had answered that he didn’t want to become predictable.

Number 3 : You absolutely adore being pampered and eagerly look forward to the end of your workday just so you can receive that kind, I'm about to shower you with so much love and comfort look when you enter the car along with your dinner care package that sometimes contains a tiny flask of whisky, just as a little treat, when you’ve had a particularly rough day. You’re also a fan of the quick, thirty second, single handed neck massage you get as soon as you clamber into the passenger seat, and if you strategically place some sexy moans in the middle, you manage to up it to a minute. He had caught onto what you were doing towards the end of the first week and had snorted, merely giving you a faux admonishing pinch before granting you a full two minutes while saying through his chuckles, “You could’ve just asked.”

Number 4 : Yoongi looks really fucking attractive when he’s driving. You’re particularly biased towards seeing him at the wheel with a watch on, but you’ll settle just fine for just bracelets. He had realised this as well, and made it a point to wear his more expensive pieces, all while playfully muttering, “I knew you were with me just for my money,”, words a direct contrast to the half-amused half-bashful smile on his face whenever he caught sight of your unabashed staring, all your shame thrown out the window.

All in all, you can heartily confirm that it’s been one of his better ideas, maybe even the best one, but you wouldn’t admit it to him. Not when you’re awake at least.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” you say, coffee kicking into your system. “We still live in the same house, we'll just have to go back to our old system when both of us were working.”

The old system being video calls when he has to spend too long in studio or you have an extended day, and quickies in the shower when you actually, miraculously, manage to both be at home at the same time.

You know he misses working at the company. The set up he has at the home studio is rudimentary and even though he ends up giving the receptionist the slip and spending half of everyday in the Genius Lab, he’s been getting restless, pining to see his ideas get translated into proper, ready-to-release tracks.

“Hmm,” he hums, knowing full well that you’re half trying to convince yourself.

You squeeze his hands in reassurance. “Seriously, don’t worry about it. I’m a big girl, I can handle it.”

Slightly assuaged that you aren’t still in your stressed-from-work headspace, he eases a little bit, squeezing back and leaning closer as he teasingly whispers, “Try not to miss me too much.”

“I think I’ll manage. Your music taste is kinda sad anyway,” you softly reply, covering his offended gasp as you kiss him, the tastes of strong coffee and minty toothpaste mingling.

Pulling away, you allow yourself to linger in his presence a little longer, knowing that these moments will soon become scarce and that the universe has been veritably spoiling you recently, and finally succeed in pushing him away and hopping off of the counter as you catch sight of the time. He sees it as well and rushes to get the pancakes done, shooing you out of the kitchen with an annoyed whine about you being a distraction.

Rolling your eyes, you obey, shouting behind your back, “Those better be the best damn pancakes I’ve ever eaten, Min Yoongi. Let’s end this shit with a bang.”

(You do end it with a bang. But not exactly in the biblical sense.)

~

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A pajama day.

Right so here’s the next one. 

Flower shop and bakery AU. It’s wholesome.

Snz

No warnings.

Main Pairing: Jimin/Yoongi [because they’re wholesome]

“I vote today be a pajama day.” Jimin mumbled hoarsely as he shuffled into their dainty kitchen looking like he’d just rolled out of bed.

Tae glanced up from his seat on the table, pausing from scrolling through social media long enough to do a once over of his roommate. Quite frankly Tae had thought that Jimin had already left for work, hence why he was on top of the table instead of in the seats. Jimin was a stickler for the ‘glasses not asses’ rule and Tae liked to test the limits as long as he was sure his roommate wasn’t home. 

Jimin was usually the one to open the bakery he worked at in the morning since Jungkook -the only other front man besides the owner, Jin - was prone to over-sleeping and Jin liked to go shopping for the store as early as possible. Which left Jimin to be the opener.

Usually.

This morning however seemed to have taken a different route. Jimin’s cotton candy hair was in a rat nest state, and he seemed a shade paler than usual. The dark rings under his eyes more prominent than they usually were. Not to mention that the shorter man was still – as he’d declared – in his sleep rumpled pajama’s, despite it being fifteen minutes away from when the bakery was supposed to open.

“Were you up late or something?” Tae asked with a frown, taking a sip of his tea as he watched Jimin blankly stare into their fridge.

Jimin sniffed and rubbed harshly at his nose, only succeeding in increasing the irritation. He shut the fridge with disappointment and moved to test the heat of the kettle. “Something like that. When did you boil this?”

“It should still be hot.” Tae replied, still watching Jimin with cautious eyes. “Are you okay?”

“No.” Jimin muttered with a pout, getting a clean mug and a tea bag before putting in the hot water – not even bothering to add his usual heaps of sugar or dash of milk. He collapsed into the seat next to Tae, not caring that the other was not seated in the chairs like a normal person, and promptly rested his head in his arms waiting for the tea to rest.

“Jimin, what-“

Hih’ngxsh. Hih’eeXGNshh. ESHishew. Snf.

Ahh. Taehyung winced as he watched Jimin try and fail to stifle his sudden sneezes into his sleeve barely even lifting his head from its previous position. The elders body shook with the effort behind each one only to be left looking slightly flushed and itchy when he pushed himself back upright to try stop his nose from running. 

This made a lot more sense, Jimin must have called in sick.

“Oh, poor Minmin.” Taehyung stroked Jimin’s hair. “Do you want me to call Yoongi-hyung to come over?”

“And let him see this?” Jimin asked rhetorically, congestion lingering in his speech. “No thank you.”

Tae nodded in understanding, biting his lip to stop the smile that urged to grow. He was aware that Jimin and Yoongi had only been dating for about a month, but the two had known each other since Jin had decided to set up the bakery next to Yoongi’s flower shop almost five years ago. They had surely seen each other in many different states, probably even sick, but there was obviously something different about it now. 

Now it mattered. Because they were “exclusively attracted to one another”, and for some reason that changed things.

“My mistake, do you want me to call someone else? Or get you something before I leave?”

“Can’t you stay…” Jimin pouted harder. “…for pyjama day.”

Tae gave an apologetic sigh. “I have a booking for the day, Min. I can’t cancel on them.”

He knew Jimin understood that. As a freelance photographer he really shouldn’t make a habit of turning anyone away. It was difficult to find any decent work sometimes, so he needed anything he could find. His chest ached in sympathy as he watched Jimin rub at his nose again, only to hitch and catch another double wetly into his wrist. He barely had time to try stifle them like he normally did. 

Tae slid off of the table and went to the supply closet they had in their bathroom, haling out whatever cold medicine he could find along with one of the tissue boxes that they stocked in bulk for allergy season.

He returned to see that Jimin hadn’t moved, his wrist was still raised to his face with the expression of pre-sneeze.

If there was one thing Tae could relate to with Jimin, it was the annoying fact that he was also sneezy in nature. Between the two of them they had their fair share of allergies paired with a trait of being prone to illnesses, which made it easier – or perhaps he should say more forgiving – to live together. There was an understanding.

Taehyung set everything down on the table before opening the tissue box for Jimin, smiling at his friend’s thankful eyes before moving to the kitchen cupboards to look for food.

“Do you want soup?” Tae asked. “I think we have some canned stuff, or I can order you something?”

Jimin wiped his nose with a tissue, annoyed at the tickle that still had not left him. “I’ll just heat up a can later.”

Tae hummed but dragged out a can of soup anyway. “This seems to be all that we have, I’ll put it on the stove so that you can eat something before you take some meds.” He pulled out a small pot and opened the can, listening as Jimin gave up on just wiping and ended up trying to clear his sinuses – only to induce his next fit of sneezes. “If I can get back early enough, I’ll try stop at the store and get some more stuff for you.”

With the soup being heated up Tae hesitantly left his roommate to his tea while he went to shower. he felt really bad about having to leave, but he really didn’t have a choice.

 Jimin spent a few minutes coaxing out the annoyingly ticklish sneezes that left him a teary mess, trying to catch everything into the once soft but now wet tissues. His head and throat ached with each hitch of his breath and all he wanted to do was be able to breathe normally again.

Jimin could not believe his luck.

Wednesdays had quickly become his favourite days of the week. He would arrive at the bakery just past 6:30 to open at 8. Once he had checked that all of the goods were displayed and fresh, making sure that the shop was clean and the coffee machines were on, then he’d wait. It never took long, 8:15 sharp, Yoongi would peep his head in with a single flower – often changing it with each meet up, but they were all equally beautiful and left Jimin feeling warm inside. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t see Yoongi those other days, it was just that Wednesdays held the charm of letting them have some moments alone before other staff or customers bothered either of them. In fact, despite Jimin and Yoongi not working in the same store, it sure seemed like they did at times with how well the two places worked together. More often than not the staff would be running between the back doors to make sure that orders were handed over and information shared from customers that had asked ideally for some collaborated event.

Jimin loved Wednesday’s because he and Yoongi got to relax for at least the first twenty minutes, without having the fatigue of the day wearing on him or the stress of having to multitask their work as well as socialising with everyone else. That last part was probably worse for the elder, who had never been a fan of interacting with others so much anyway. 

Jimin got to witness Yoongi being soft and gentle and hear about his days and thoughts without interruption. Even the few dates they had been on had been a bit tainted by exhaustion for the both of them, so the brief moments of peace were always a blessing – especially if Jimin got to share it with a particularly sweet flower boy.

But now he was going to miss that today.

Perhaps he should send a message to Yoongi and let him know what was happening… but then he wasn’t sure what Yoongi would do. 

Jimin had barely acknowledged his phone, only using it to message Jin a brief explanation of his absence and a quick but sincere apology. He hadn’t bothered to check the messages he was sure had come from Jungkook and was at a loss of what he should tell Yoongi. It was just a cold, he was sure. If he could try to catch and control it early he could go back to work quicker. 

Telling Yoongi would just be pointless, he decided. Jimin would be back to work in a few days but knowing his co-workers they would surely relay any information onto the florist.

It still sucked though.

After Tae had left – having forced the soup into Jimin then made sure some form of medication had been taken before leaving – Jimin had found himself bouncing between his bedroom, the lounge and the balcony overlooking the city- bundling against the cold wind every time he chose the third option.

He couldn’t seem to go back to sleep despite being tired and it was no fun trying to watch movies by himself. He wished Taehyung could have stayed, or that Jungkook could come over just so that he could have someone to cuddle with, but he couldn’t call the younger over and rob the bakery of yet another worker. No, Jimin would just suffer through the day with tea and tissues.

Eventually, after a lot of shifting and another small dose of cold meds when his sinuses had encouraged a headache to settle in again, Jimin retrieved his phone from where he had left it in his room. He perched himself on the couch and scrolled through social media, looking at pictures of old friends going out and travelling to new places. It looked like fun, but it wasn’t something that Jimin had always been too keen on. He preferred the small community that he worked and lived with and took pride in the beauty of the place he had made his home.

He paused on an image of the front of ‘Spring Day’ that had been posted on the bakeries Instagram page. From the quality of the photo Jimin could only assume it was Jungkook that had taken it – work must not be too busy then. The image showed Hoseok grinning widely as he opened up the large shop windows, becoming surrounding by flowerpots and plants hanging down from the ceiling and the vines creeping along the trellis beside him. It was a very natural and welcoming photo that Jungkook had captioned with some cheesy flower quote. Looking closer Jimin could just make out a second figure in the back that fell just out of focus. Yoongi must have been setting up some of the new stock inside while Hobi was goofing off with Jungkook.

Jimin could almost imagine the grumpy mumbling that the elder must have been doing before trying his best to stay out of the range of the camera – never wanting to be the face of the company. 

Jimin’s smile fell as he coughed openly, snuggling deeper his seat and pulling a blanket that Tae had left out over himself. His eyes trained onto the blurry figure of his boyfriend, his own vision becoming somewhat blurred and the small ache  growing in his chest only seemed to worsen.

#bts sickfic #minyoon #snz #flower shop #bakery #business neighbours #its meant to be cute #Jimin suffers #fanfiction

[my-seokjinnie]

Relationship: Kim Seokjin/Reader Warnings: Cheating Word count: 4206 Genre: Fluff, angst Summary: Your friends-with-benefit partner, Kim Seokjin, surprises you only to find out you haven't been completely honest with him lately.

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You had never been a friends with benefits type of person. You were much too monogamous and prudish to share just your body with someone. You had always wondered how anyone could keep that kind of arrangement up without catching feelings for the other person.

However, your mindset had changed on the friends with benefits situation when you met Kim Seokjin. You had first befriended his roommate and bandmate, Min Yoongi. Your personality matched well with Yoongi and you had become close friends quickly. It hadn’t been long into being Yoongi’s friend that you had been introduced to Jin.

There had been no denying that he was beautiful. You had immediately been hypnotized by his captivating eyes and his breathtaking smile. And the worst part was that he had an amazing personality to accompany his good looks. He was funnier than anyone you had ever met and he could find the fun in almost any situation. He had an almost shy side, too. He would blush up to his ears, sometimes. It was an endearing quality you had grown to love.

A few months after you had met Jin, Yoongi had invited you to his birthday party. Everyone had had way too much to drink and most of the party had been a drunken blur. All you knew was that you had wanted Jin more than you had wanted anything at that moment — and he had wanted you, too.

The sex had been great. More than great, honestly. Mindblowing. Jin hadn’t kicked you out afterward, either — showing his true gentlemanly colors. You had spent almost the entire day with him — playing video games and goofing off together.

You had genuinely thought that this could blossom into something more than a one-time thing. And, in a way, it did. While you had hoped for something more committed and romantic, Jin had something else in mind.

A month had passed and the two of you had slept together five more times before you had the talk.

“What’s going on with you?” Jin asked, raising his eyebrows. You had been fidgeting in your seat for the last twenty minutes. You hadn’t thought you were being obvious, but of course, Jin had noticed.

“Can I ask you something?” you said, nervously fiddling with your chopsticks. Jin seemed to sense the seriousness of the conversation and set down his own chopsticks to give you his full attention.

“Of course,” he said, giving you a nervous smile. “What’s up?”

“What are we?”

The moment you said it, you felt your entire face light up. You hated having these kinds of conversations. They always made you so uncomfortable. Jin’s face contorted into several emotions before settling on guilty.

“I like you, y/n,” Jin said, sighing deeply. “But I don’t want a relationship right now. I didn’t think you did, either. I’m traveling constantly. It would be stupid to start a relationship right now.”

You felt let down. You knew this was coming, but you still weren’t prepared for it. You had been right about the friends with benefits situation. You knew it was going to backfire. You had developed feelings for Jin. But, the feelings weren’t too strong, yet. You could probably stop now and try to push them away to keep your friendship intact.

“I’m sorry,” Jin said, looking really uncomfortable with your silence.

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, plastering on a fake smile. “I just wanted to clarify. We should probably—”

Before you could say the word ‘stop,’ Jin continued on.

“If you want to keep, you know, sleeping together, I wouldn’t object to that,” Jin said, the tips of his ears turning bright red. “I know I’m not around a lot and you can definitely sleep with other people. But, just when I’m around…” Jin trailed off, awkwardly.

“Yeah,” you said before your brain could catch up. That’s not what you should do, stupid. Don’t do that. “Let’s continue doing that.”

You were so fucked.

The two of you had been doing this for over a year, now. Jin would pop back to Korea for a few weeks and he would spend almost every free moment fucking you. And when you didn’t fuck, you spent time together. You played video games, binge-watched television shows, ate dinner together, took naps together.

And when he wasn’t there, he was texting you. He would send you funny selfies of himself on a music video set, videos of Jungkook clowning around, a photo of Namjoon sleeping in a funny position. It felt so much like a relationship that you sometimes forgot you weren’t dating.

You didn’t know if he was seeing anyone else and you tried not to think about it, knowing it would hurt you if you found out there was someone else. But, he never spoke about anyone else. You, too, never spoke about any of your dates (there had been few) or sex (even less) to him either. After it had gone on for a few months, your monogamous heart attached itself to Jin. You had tried to push away the feelings that had formed, but you hadn’t been successful.

But instead of telling Jin about your feelings, you decided to go in the opposite direction. You began dating again. You were at the point now where you wanted a real relationship. You wanted to love someone and be loved back. Spend mornings together curled up together in bed, whispering sweet nothings into each other’s skin. You wanted a boyfriend who would show you off and introduce you to his family. You wanted to be in love... with someone who wasn’t Kim Seokjin.

You hadn’t told Jin. He was on the American leg of the tour right now and wasn’t supposed to be back in Korea for over two months. You two had always had an open “relationship” and you didn’t want to say anything or end that before you knew you had found someone you liked enough to see a possible future with.

Park Hyunwoo was his name. You had met him through your co-worker. He was kind and intelligent. Your similar sense of humor and shared interests had caused you to hit it off pretty easily.

By your fourth date, he had asked you to be his girlfriend. You didn’t want to acknowledge how you hesitated — your thoughts being overwhelmed by Jin. You didn’t want to think about how you wished you could have this with him. Instead, you pushed down the doubt and longing for Jin and said ‘yes’ to Hyunwoo.

And everything was fine. You still texted Jin. You hadn’t found it in your heart to tell him that you wanted to end your arrangement. You hadn’t even mentioned Hyunwoo to him. You had only been officially together for two weeks, now. You didn’t think it would hurt to wait a few weeks more. It’s not like you were sexting Jin anymore. You had found excuses to keep it mostly friendly. Jin was known to flirt and you had flirted back — but nothing too out of control.

You definitely should have mentioned Hyunwoo, though.

About two weeks after you and Hyunwoo had officially started your relationship, he had been staying the night. He had headed over after his shift at the hospital and fell asleep almost immediately. You weren’t even remotely tired, yet. You had always been a night owl. You were alone, in your living room, typing away on your computer, trying to finish up some work that you had been putting off for days.

You were sitting in complete silence, causing you to startle when you heard the clicking of a key unlocking your door. You set your laptop down quickly and made your way towards the door. Only two people had a key to your apartment: your best friend and — oh no.

Jin stood in your doorway, shrugging off his jacket, easily, and hanging it on the hanger by the door. You felt your heart drop. He looked so insanely good. He was wearing a baseball cap, dark-rimmed glasses, black jeans, and a gray hoodie. He looked like he had just woken up from a nap.

The tiredness left when he saw you, though. His face spread into a large grin and he took three big strides towards you. You felt his lips hit yours before you even comprehended what was happening. Kissing Jin after such a long time was always so exhilarating. You had missed these lips far more than you wanted to admit.

Your brain was screaming for you to push him away and immediately explain that your boyfriend was sleeping in the room next door, but, the feeling of his lips on yours was fogging up your mind. You had missed him, so much. Once he had begun playing with the end of your t-shirt and your kisses had gotten sloppier, you finally gained your senses.

You pulled away from him suddenly, causing Jin to frown down at you. But, he soon replaced it with one of his breathtaking smiles.

“Miss me?” Jin asked, leaning his head down to kiss your neck. You pulled away again, sidestepping yourself from the corner he had trapped you in.

“Jin.”

You hated the way you said his name. You knew it sounded breathless and smitten. Like you loved him.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be in LA.”

Jin looked confused by your sudden need to put space between the two of you. Normally, when he showed up, you were all over him from the moment he walked in the door.

“They gave us a few days off,” Jin said, a small grin on his face. “Yoongi had to fly back to do some work here. I decided to join him. I guess I missed you.”

You felt your heart flutter a bit at that. You tried to push it down, but the genuine look in his eyes had your stomach doing somersaults

“We should talk,” you said, suddenly.

Jin tilted his head, confused. The serious tone of your voice must have invoked a bit of panic in him because he took a step closer to you, hoping to close the distance between the two of you.

“y/n?” Hyunwoo’s voice sounded behind you and you felt dread like you had never felt before. In the entire time you had known Jin, you had never seen him looked so shocked.

“Oh,” Jin said, looking between the two of you. He took in Hyunwoo’s disheveled appearance and the time of night and seemed to piece things together. “I didn’t realize you had someone over.”

“Is that Jin from BTS?” Hyunwoo said, his eyebrows raising.

You needed a drink. This was not happening. You knew you should have told Jin about Hyunwoo sooner. You knew this would backfire in your face. You felt like the worst person in the world at this moment.

“Hyunwoo, sorry we woke you,” you said, finally chancing a glance at your boyfriend. “Jin is an old friend. He just got back in town from LA. He just dropped by to say hi.”

“At midnight?” Hyunwoo asked, looking confused.

“The time change,” Jin said, halfheartedly, with a shrug. “Messes me up. I guess I didn’t think.”

Jin was looking at you now. His face was going through a mixture of emotions but you were far too overwhelmed to decipher any of them.

“Oh, alright,” Hyunwoo said, seeming to believe Jin’s horrible excuse.

He walked over to you and put his arm around you. He pulled you close to him, kissing the side of your head. Jin visibly flinched in front of you.

“Babe, you didn’t tell me you knew BTS. That’s insane.”

“Yeah, it’s a long story,” you said, trying to brush it off.

“I should go,” Jin said, suddenly. “I interrupted your evening.”

You wanted to shout for him to stay, but how could you? You had lied to him and your boyfriend. If Jin wanted to leave, he should be able to leave. The thought broke your heart, though.

“No, you stay,” Hyunwoo said, looking in between the pair. “I’m actually leaving.”

“Leaving?” you said, looking confused. Hyunwoo had been planning on spending the night tonight, so you two could do something tomorrow morning.

“I just got paged,” he said, holding up his pager that notified him when he needed to go into the hospital. “There was a massive accident on the freeway. They need all the help they can get. But, have fun and try to get some sleep. I know you’re stressed about work, right now.”

Hyunwoo pulled you into him to peck your lips, once. He slipped on his jacket and shoes quickly and waved. “I’ll call you when I’m off. I’ll take you out for breakfast or lunch… depending on how long it takes.”

“Sounds good,” you said, your voice strained. You were going to be alone with Jin now and you weren’t sure if you were prepared for it.

After he said a final goodbye to Jin, Hyunwoo was out the door. The silence in the apartment was deafening. Jin was shifting back and forth on his feet and you were awkwardly tapping your fingers against your arm.

“I should have told you,” you said, finally. Jin looked up at you, his face blank of all emotion. He did this when he didn’t want you to see how he was actually feeling.

“It’s none of my business who you are seeing,” Jin said, his voice sounding strained. It seemed that he could mask his facial expressions, but not the sound of his voice. “This isn’t a relationship.”

“No,” you said, leaning against the couch. “It’s not. We agreed to that a long time ago.”

“So, this is over, then?” Jin said, gesturing between the two of you.

You felt a bit of panic at the idea of your and Jin’s arrangement coming to an end. You knew this was coming. You were going to have to tell him eventually. But, it had always felt like something far off. You were supposed to have a few more months to get used to the idea.

“Yeah,” you said, trying to keep the emotion out of your voice. “It has to be. Hyunwoo doesn’t know anything about this. I was going to talk to you about this when you got back from your tour. It felt strange to text you or call you about it.”

“Yeah,” Jin said. He hadn’t looked at your face for a while. His eyes were focused behind you, instead. “I understand.”

“I’m sorry, Jin,” you said, feeling overwhelmed by the emotions that were bubbling up. You didn’t want this to end, but it had to.

“For what?” Jin asked, his voice a bit sharper than he intended. “This was never anything. It was just sex.”

That hurt. Yes, this had started off as just sex. But, it had grown into a great friendship. The two of you had grown close to one another throughout the year of this arrangement. While sex had started out as the main priority, it had developed into something that brought both of you so much comfort. You sometimes felt like you knew Jin better than you knew anyone. You had seen him frustrated and vulnerable before. You had held him, stroked his hair, did everything in your power to make him smile. He had told you things he had never told anyone before. And you, in return, had done the same. He knew the ins and outs of your heart.

There had been far more intimacy than just sex in this relationship.

“We’ll still be friends,” you said, hopefully. “You can still text me when you’re on tour. Visit me when you’re in town.”

Jin seemed to pause for a moment, his eyes finally meeting yours. You saw something you hadn’t expected to see: pain. Real pain. This was affecting him much more than he was letting on.

“Jin,” you said, pushing off the couch and closing the gap between the two of you. You grabbed ahold of his hand and held it in yours. “I’m—”

Before you could react, his lips were on yours again. You were so caught off guard by it, that you nearly fell. Jin wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping you in place. The kiss wasn’t like your normal kisses. It wasn’t heated or needy. This kiss was passionate and soft at the same time. He moved one of his hands up to cup the side of your neck softly, stroking his thumb against your jawline. This kiss felt different. This kiss felt like… more.

When he pulled away from you, his eyes were boring into yours.

“You can’t do that anymore,” you said, feeling breathless.

Jin’s arms were still around you and you wanted to pull out of them, but you couldn’t bear to. One part of your brain was screaming to run away and kick him out, while the other part wanted to stay in his arms forever. You wanted to snuggle closer to him and bury your face in his chest, inhaling the familiar and comforting scent that was just… Jin.

“I know,” Jin said, softly. His eyes bore into yours, as though he was trying to convey a message to you. You couldn’t read it. You didn’t know how to make his pain go away.

“I’m sorry,” you said, again. This time, Jin’s eyes changed. He looked frustrated with you.

“Stop saying you’re sorry,” he said.

He pulled away from you, putting a bit of distance between the two of you. You could see his hands form into fists.

“Stop feeling sorry. I’m fine. We fucked. That’s all this was.”

“Jin,” you said, going to reach out to him.

“I’m going to go,” Jin said, ignoring you. You grabbed his hand to try and still him. Jin looked back at you. “Let go. Enjoy your breakfast with your boyfriend.”

You had never seen Jin this upset before. His eyes were flashing dangerously and his tone was deadly.

“Stop that,” you said, beginning to feel anger well up in you, too. “You don’t get to be angry with me.”

“I’m not angry.” Jin’s voice contradicted the words.

“Yes you are,” you said, glaring at him. “I know you, Seokjin. This isn’t fair. You’re the one who told me you didn’t want anything else with me. You’re the one who told me that we could see other people, too.”

“Fuck other people,” Jin corrected, turning around to face you, again. He looked crazy; like he was being pulled in a million different directions. “Not fall in love with other people.”

There it was. That word. Love. You felt yourself deflate.

“I don’t know what you want from me, Jin,” you said, sighing deeply. “You tell me you just want sex — no strings attached. I comply, even though I wanted more than that. And then you treated me like your girlfriend for over a year, but you still didn’t want to date me.”

Jin looked like he was going to interrupt, but you continued on before he could.

“You obviously aren’t interested in being my boyfriend. You would have said something by now. I couldn’t keep wanting you, Jin. I couldn’t keep chasing after you. I needed more than just sex. I needed someone to love me and care about me. I needed to find someone who could give me that. And now that I have, you’re here making me feel like absolute shit for finding someone that wants to do more than just fuck me.”

Jin looked at you, dumbfounded for a moment before he made his way towards you. He put his hands on your shoulders and looked into your eyes.

“y/n,” Jin said, more serious than you had ever heard him. “If you think that the only reason I like you is for your body, then you haven’t been paying attention. If you think I show up here every break I have and spend almost all of my time off with you because I just want a quick fuck, then you’re insane. I haven’t dated, fucked, or even looked at another girl for almost an entire year. You’re all I think about. If I didn’t want you, I wouldn’t have just spent 13 hours on a plane just to spend two days with you.”

“But—” you began, but he cut you off.

“I’m sorry I didn’t flat out say I had feelings for you,” Jin said, looking exhausted. “I just thought you picked up on them. I thought I was obvious. You’re the best part of my day. I’ve told you that, before. Many times. Don’t you listen? You need to listen more.”

You rolled your eyes, suddenly. Of course, he would scold you during a love confession. How very Jin-like.

“You need to be more upfront,” you quipped back. “It’s been over a year and you didn’t say anything about wanting to date me. Did you just think I was going to magically know?”

“It’s fine,” Jin said, shaking his head, a playful smile falling onto his lips. “You just don’t listen. Maybe I did ask you and you just didn’t hear me.”

“You’re so annoying,” you said, laughing suddenly. You shoved him away from you, but he pulled you back into his arms.

“So what now?” you asked, the moment turning a bit serious, again. “What does this all mean?”

“Are you really going to make me ask after all of that?” Jin said, raising his eyebrows at you.

“Jin, I swear to—” you began, but Jin cut you off.

“It means,” Jin paused and sighed deeply. “It means I love you. I want to be with you. Please dump that stupid doctor and be with me.”

“He’s actually a nurse,” you said, causing Jin to glare at you.

“I don’t care what he is,” Jin said, putting his hands on your cheeks. “I can’t believe I just told you that I loved you and you completely ignored it.”

“You genuinely want to be with me?” you asked. “Even though we barely see each other and you could literally have anyone you want? I’m talking models, Jin.”

“Stop,” Jin said, a small grin appearing on his face. “Just tell me you love me back.”

“You’re really needy, you know,” you said, teasing him. He began pushing you into the corner of the room. When you were up against the wall, he leaned in close to your lips, but he didn’t kiss them.

“Say it,” Jin said, his thumb rubbing over your cheekbone. His playful tone was replaced with a more serious one when he said, “please.”

“I love you,” you said, looking into his brown eyes. It was something you had barely admitted to yourself. You knew you loved him. You had for a long time. You just didn’t think you would ever be able to say it out loud.

Jin’s lips captured yours in a mesmerizing kiss. Jin always kissed with passion, but this time, it felt like he was pouring every ounce of feeling into it. When he finally pulled away, he pecked your lips one more time before he pulled back to look at you.

“So, does this mean I’m your girlfriend, then?” you asked, raising your eyebrows at him.

“I was thinking we could maybe just keep having sex,” Jin said but laughed when you slapped him hard on the shoulder.

“Yah!” he whined, loudly. “That hurt!”

“You’re not funny,” you glared playfully at him.

“You always laugh at my jokes,” Jin said, grinning. “You can’t deny I’m funny. I have proof.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you said, rolling your eyes. Jin smiled softly at you and moved some hair behind your ear.

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” Jin asked, a bit of nervousness in his voice. “I know how awful my schedule is and I know how much it sucks that no one can know about it.”

“We can do it,” you said, shrugging. “We’ve basically been doing it for a year, anyway. Even if there wasn’t a label on it.”

“Okay,” Jin said, a smile on his face. “Now that it’s official, can I officially fuck my girlfriend?”

“You’re ridiculous,” you said, rolling your eyes. But, there was a hint of a mischievous smile on your lips. You held out your arms and Jin picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. You yelped and laughed as Jin marched you over to your room. He gave you a night to remember and in the morning, you broke up with Hyunwoo.

Hyunwoo had been shocked but proved to be the gentlemen he had portrayed himself to be. He was kind and understanding. Luckily, feelings hadn’t formed too deeply yet on his side. He let you go, easily.

So, as you laid in bed the night before Jin left to go back to America, you savored his arms around you and the sound of his soft breathing. You felt sadness at the thought of seeing him go, again, but you knew he would come back. And this time, he would come back truly and fully yours.

#kim seokjin #seokjin #jin #bts #bangtan sonyeondan #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #kim namjoon #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #angst #fluff

[dinoyoongi]

I’ll Play For You

SYNOPSIS: You’re a new artist who is given the opportunity to perform at the American Music Awards. When your piano player doesn’t show up, Min Yoongi steps up to save your performance. 

PAIRING: Yoongi X You

GENRE: Romance, Fluff

WARNINGS: Language, Anti-Justin Bieber (I would stay away from this if you’re a big fan ...) 

WORD COUNT: 4500

AUTHORS NOTE: There may or may not be a part two to this - it will depend on how much of a plot I can think of for these two going forward. But I did scrap some scenes from Yoongi’s perpsective that I might publish as an outtake so look out for that!

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“Wait, where is my piano player right now?” you disbelievingly ask into your phone, heart twitching uncomfortably at the unspoken answer. Please be joking. Please be joking.

“I'm sorry, Y/N, he was arrested a few hours ago for driving under the influence. Apparently it's not his first offense.”

You're suddenly dizzy, your body swaying until you find the stiff comfort of a wall to hold you steady. Your grip on the device is so tight that it feels as if the screen will shatter under the strength of your fingers. “Can't you go bail him out? You can take the money out of my album earnings.”

Your manager sighs loudly. “He's trashed, Y/N. I talked to him on the phone and he's mumbling all kinds of nonsense. He's not fit to play piano for a practice performance let alone an AMA stage. I've already exhausted all of my resources and I'm afraid there's nothing else we can do at this point.”

“So that's it? Everything that I've worked so hard for these past few weeks … all for nothing? You said yourself that it's insanely rare and humbling for somebody as new as me to be asked to perform at the American Music Awards and now I have to give it up?”

You know it's not your manager's fault. If not for him, you wouldn't have been given this incredible opportunity to begin with. Rising to stardom from YouTube covers was something that was admired towards the end of the 2000's, when performers like Justin Bieber and Charlie Puth were plucked straight from the internet and onto the music charts. Rising to stardom from YouTube in 2020 when a vast majority of YouTube's content was contributed by people just like you attempting to make something of themselves? Almost impossible. But you somehow managed to defy the odds. You nabbed the attention of an agent who thought your voice was indistinguishable, one that the music industry hasn't heard before. A voice that can't be compared to anyone else, one that will easily make you a household name. You signed the contracts almost immediately.

“Ask around backstage. Maybe the staff have musicians that can fill in. I'll email you the sheet music just in case.”

With trembling limbs, you push yourself off of the wall and elbow through a crowd of excited, noisy bodies to the offstage entrance. You fumble through your clutch for your artist pass, flashing it at the intimidating security guard who studies it like an exam; probably trying to find any flaw on the laminated plastic that can deny you admittance. You don't blame him. You probably don't look so much like a performer right about now. Your eyes begin scouring the packed area for any sign of show staff the moment you take a step in. If the situation were different and you weren't terrified that your entire career was about to go up in flames, you would have marveled at the amount of celebrities that casually milled about. Taylor Swift is in the corner taking selfies with the Jonas Brothers' wives. Bruno Mars stands in a different corner while somebody attaches microphones to his clothing. BTS are squeezed onto a large sofa, a line of media outlets waiting for their turn to interview them. You should be starstruck. You should be nervous with excitement. You should be anxiously conjuring different ways to coolly ask for autographs and pictures in your head. But all you are is desperate.

Catching a glimpse of a man wearing a headset bustling past you, you touch his arm to grab his attention. “My name is Y/N. I'm scheduled to perform in the 9 o'clock hour. There's been … a mishap, with my piano player and he won't be able to attend. Is there anybody here that can play for me?”

You pray that the look of despair on your face is enough for him to at least ask around but he's shaking his head before you can even finish asking your question. “All artists are responsible for bringing their own band or backing track.”

You're knocked forward into the man when a body rams into your back. Sparing a quick glance over your shoulder, you see that the members of BTS have disbanded from the sofa and are now huddled in a group behind you. The tallest one bows in apology and opens his mouth to speak but you cut him off with a quick nod before turning back to the staff member in front of you.

“Can you please ask around for me? This performance is really important to me and I don't want there to be a gap in the schedule if I can't perform.”

His sigh of annoyance is loud and dramatic. “It's like I said, all artists must bring their own band or backing track. What about a backing track? Do you have anyone that can send it over?”

“No,” you mumble hopelessly, blinking away the moisture in your eyes. “I'm doing a tweaked cover of Sailing by Christopher Cross. It wasn't recorded so there isn't any backing track. It's just supposed to be me and the piano. All I have is sheet music.”

He clicks his tongue disapprovingly and you feel your heart drop to the ground. “That doesn't help anyone right now. I just have to say – this is seriously unprofessional. What label are you signed under? Why would they allow you to come here so unprepared?”

You open your mouth but find that the words do not come. You've never had a panic attack in your life but you feel as if you're on the brink. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.

“Justin!” the man exclaims happily as you feel a body approach you from behind. Whirling around, your eyes widen in surprise when Justin Bieber reaches out and connects hands with the staff, participating in a childish handshake that goes on for far too long. “How are you doing? Ready for the show?”

Justin smirks, raising a glass of amber liquid. “Just keep these coming, alright?”

The staff member nods frantically. The desperation to please this singer drips off of him like sweat on a Texas summer day. It's a drastic jump from the unaccommodating, discouraging way he's been speaking to you. Feeling your eyes, he glances at you for only a second before whipping his attention back to Bieber. You can almost see the light bulb click on above his head.  “I know you're here to enjoy the show but this girl,” he nods in your direction and you pale at the sudden attention, “is singing tonight and she's in desperate need of a piano player for her performance. Would you be interested in helping her out?”

The “Baby” singer looks closely at you. You're aware that he most likely has no idea who you are or where you've come from but you clap your hands in front of your chin, dropping any ounce of dignity you have left to silently beg. Justin Bieber doesn't even take a full ten seconds to consider before he begins laughing loudly. “Yeah, no.”

You stare at his exiting back in disbelief. Every step he takes away from you is like a sucker punch to the gut. The staff member claps a hand around your shoulder, at least managing a semblance of decency when he gives you a pitying grimace. “Sorry, kid. That's show business. Let the scheduling staff know in at least twenty minutes what you plan on doing.”

That's it.

You really weren't performing. You've been practicing for weeks. Months. You've daydreamed about this night daily. You've pinned so much of your hopes and goals on this night. And just like this … poof. Gone.

You don't realize you're crying until the salty liquid drops onto your lips, breaking you out of your misery-filled trance. Looking around, you're startled to see many sets of eyes watching you sympathetically. But nobody approaches you, nobody cares to ask if you're okay. That's show business, he had said.

Show business fucking hurts.

“Excuse me?” a deep voice asks from beside you. Through blurred vision, you can make out colorful clothes and dark hair. Assuming that you're in the way of the BTS members, you hurriedly move from their area, mumbling a quick apology. “No, no. I will do it.”

You sniffle quietly, dabbing at your wet eyes with the pad of your thumb. “Do what?”

“Play the piano. You have sheet music?”

Wait. What? What is going on right now? Is one of the members of BTS offering to completely save your life right now? Okay, maybe you're being a bit dramatic but it feels comparable.

“We overheard,” the tall one with tan skin interrupts. “Your … dilemma. Yoongi can play the piano well and would like to help you out.”

“Yoongi?” you ask, locking eyes with your savior. He smiles softly and you control the urge to shiver. It's a universally acknowledged fact that the boys of BTS – and most k-pop idols, if you're being honest with yourself – are ridiculously gorgeous. Now is not the time to be ogling them though. “I … I can't thank you enough but are you sure? You guys are kind of the guests of honor and well … I'm not much of anybody. I don't want to put you in a rough spot.”

The tan one, who has introduced himself as Namjoon, takes a few seconds to translate your words. Yoongi scoffs and your head whips to Namjoon, suddenly nervous that he has changed his mind.

“I want to help, Y/N,” Yoongi tells you seriously. Don't swoon. Don't swoon. While you're busy trying not to swoon, you wonder how he knows who you are. “Where is the music? I need to get familiar with the composition.”

“Oh!” you blurt, scrambling for your phone. Pulling up the sheet music file from the text that your manager has sent, you awkwardly angle your phone toward him. “I'm not sure how you want to do this. Do you want to borrow my phone?”

“I will send to myself,” he says, stealing the device. He taps a few a buttons before handing it back. You notice a new conversation thread in your texts. Holy meatballs – do you actually have a member of BTS' number saved in your phone?

“I will delete it! Your number, I mean. When the performance is over … I'll delete your number so nobody accidentally, you know -” you cut yourself off, feeling your composure about to crash and burn. Behind him, some of the other members snicker but Yoongi gets right down to business, eyes scanning the file intently. You watch him with a quiet fascination. Whenever he gets to the end of the page, he nods curtly to himself – a gesture you don't think he's aware of – before scrolling to the next. He's clearly confident in what he's doing and it fills you with a warm, comfortable sense of assurance. Although the anxiety that something might still blow up in your face is present as ever, Yoongi has pushed the heaviest weight off of your chest and you don't know how you're ever going to thank him.

_________________________________________

You tried to enjoy the show and performances with the same enthusiasm as the audience but anxiety pokes at you at the slightest hint of your guard slipping. Has Yoongi learned the song well? Does he even like the song? What if he decides that this entire thing isn't a good idea and changes his mind? You're not completely clueless; you've purchased quite a few k-pop songs and you're familiar with the fan culture. Fans seeing Yoongi on stage with you could stir up a mess of rumors. You've asked the stage production staff to push the piano out of the spotlight so that only his silhouette will be visible but you wonder if it's enough. What if he gets in trouble with his company? What if you get in trouble with his company?

Shaking away the bad thoughts, you smooth out any wrinkles in your dress and round the corner to meet Yoongi. You've changed out of your evening gown and into your performance outfit – a long, yellow sundress with chunky, wooden buttons on the chest underneath an oversized, distressed black denim jacket. On your feet, instead of the typical heels, you sport a pair of black Converse high tops. Your manager tried talking you into a different outfit.

“It's your first performance on national television. Don't you want to be a bit more … dolled up?” he had asked, frowning when he saw the mock-up outfit concept you had thrown together. Being signed to a relatively new, smaller company, you knew there wasn't a big budget for stage outfits yet. But you also knew that your manager would convince the label to splurge for a glitzier look if you had agreed. However, you were literally known for singing in front of your camera with Spongebob and Pokemon tee shirts on. It didn't feel authentic to be dolled up.

You had agreed to meet at a quiet area near the stage twenty minutes before your performance. BTS' nominations and performance would be toward the end of the show – to keep those ratings steady, of course – so you weren't interrupting his schedule. He's sitting alone on a sofa in the emptied lounge, air pods in, head nodding as his eyes studies the screen of his phone. He glances up when he senses you approaching and you gulp when you notice his eyes sweep across your figure appreciatively.

“You look pretty,” he says, his smile small but killer. Heat blooms in your cheeks and you're suddenly thankful for the layers of foundation, concealer and powder you have stacked onto your skin that hides what is surely a very, very telling blush. “Are you ready?”

“Am I ready?” you ask incredulously as you take a seat next to him on the couch. “Heck no. I'm terrified. This is my first TV performance.”

“You will do great,” he assures you, eyes moving back to the phone.

“Yoongi?” His head lifts in your direction. “Do you think we can pull this off?”

“I play piano, you sing. What else is there to do?” he asks sarcastically. The first thing you notice is that he's a lot better at English than you were first led to believe. The second is that this man is incredibly sassy. The third is that you find said sass highly attractive.

“What if we're not … you know … in sync? And you haven't even heard me sing before,” you argue. His confidence and optimism is admirable but you want to make sure that his feet are at least a little bit on the ground.

He cocks an eyebrow. “Of course I've heard you sing. Why do you think I'm helping? I'm your fan.”

“My fan?” you ask with wide eyes, jabbing yourself in the chest with your thumb. He laughs, reaching over to grab your wrist away from your chest with a playful, gummy grin. “You're my fan? Do you know who I am?”

“Yes. I watch your YouTube videos. You're very good,” he compliments. The sass has suddenly disappeared and you watch as his cheeks tinge pink. “I like the Eminem songs.”

“Not those ones!” you wail dramatically, lowering your head to your knees. “I was so young and thought I was being so inventive slowing down an Eminem song. That's so embarrassing.”

He's laughing with you when a staff member approaches, headset on and clipboard in hand. “You're on in ten minutes. The crew will come grab you a few moments before to get you set up on stage.”

Any bit of laughter or mirth stuck in your throat is swallowed down immediately. Dread washes over you in goosebumps, a rattling heart and clammy skin. You're startled when Yoongi reaches over to grab your hand. “Stop worrying. You are going to kill it.”

“I am going to kill it,” you repeat, nodding in self-assurance. “Okay, yes, I can do this.”

He taps your hand gently before turning his attention back to the screen of his phone. Your skin tingles at the missing contact.

“Yoongi,” you interrupt him again. He exhales a tiny sigh but his lips are upturned in amusement. “I'm so thankful to you right now. I just … I don't have any way to repay you for this. I could give you the money that my original piano player was going to receive but  it's probably just pocket change to you. I want – I want to just confirm one last time that you're sure about this?”

Your words were stuttered and fast and you're not sure how much of it he understood, but he sets his phone down on his knee and turns his body to face you. This time, you can't suppress the shiver when he fixes his intense gaze on yours.  

“I don't know how much you know BTS,” he begins, taking quick pauses to think about his words. “But we are from a small company. We were … overlooked and not taken seriously too.”

“Fucking Justin Bieber,” you mutter angrily under your breath. Yoongi pauses to laugh heartily before continuing.

“We did rise to the top by our own hard work. But I remember all the times that we asked for help. Producers, fellow idols, music video directors … so many people shot us down because we came from nothing. And … I see that in you. You are going to be so big thanks to your own talent but I want to tell stories and brag that I played piano for Y/N at her first award show performance.”

His accent is thick and he uses the wrong words in some places but you understand everything as if he's speaking perfect English.

“Wow,” you mumble, your awestruck eyes not leaving his for even a moment. “I think I just fell in love with you.”

Wait.

Did you just …

Slapping a hand over your mouth in horror, you watch the pink in Yoongi's cheeks flush darker before he throws his head back in laughter again. Slinking down into the cushion of the couch, you groan at your word vomit.

“I should have gotten drunk too,” you mutter, absolutely humiliated.

“I think you just became my fan,” he says smugly, crossing his arms over his chest and kicking his leg up over his knee like the cocky, attractive little shit that he is.

“Oh, really? I guess I'll have to cover a BTS song on my channel next then,” you attempt to flirt. It's awful, you know, but he grins anyway.

“I will look forward to it.”

“Y/N?” your head shoots up at a neck-break speed. A woman with the same headset stands near the wall. “You're up. You can follow me and we'll get you settled on the stage.”

Like a robot, you shuffle quietly behind her, heart feeling like it's going to rip right through your ribcage. Yoongi notices, taking in the sight of your fingers trembling at your sides. He's not sure what compels him to do it, but he reaches down and snatches your hand in his, entwining your fingers together. Meeting his eyes, you feel the nerves begin to melt away.

“Just pretend you're singing to me, okay? Pretend that you're recording a video that only I will see. You are going to be amazing.”

His words envelope you like a warm hug and you nod, gathering as much confidence as you can before walking onto the stage. Yoongi stays away from the light, quietly sitting down at the piano unnoticed. There's a hushed murmur amongst the crowd when you step up to the microphone and sit down at your stool, various moons and stars dangling from the ceiling above your head like a galactic halo. Scanning the audience, the brightly colored hair and clothing of the remainder of BTS sticks out like a sore thumb, one chair in the middle of their row unoccupied. Upon realizing that they have your attention, their arms raise enthusiastically, clapping and flashing you the silliest thumbs up. You grin down into your microphone before glancing over your shoulder to pass the thumbs up along to Yoongi.

“Our next performer has amassed millions of views with her imaginative and beautiful covers on YouTube. Tonight she makes her TV debut with a cover of one of her favorite songs on it's 40th anniversary. Ladies and gentlemen – Y/N!”

The lights in the arena fade out, your spotlight the only source of brightness. You tense, feeling the weight of a thousand set of eyes trained directly on you. And that's only counting everybody in this room, not the millions of eyes that are watching you from their living rooms across the country. Pressure pushes onto your chest and you inhale sharply.

But then the piano starts playing behind you.

You don't understand. It's the same notes. It's the same melody. It's the same exact song that your original musician had been playing this entire time. So why does it feel different? Why does it sound better? Why is your heart doing somersaults in your chest at the sound of the keys?

Maybe it's because of him.

Yoongi is given a small piano solo in the beginning of the song. It lasts roughly thirty seconds before it's your turn.

You sing.

__________________________________________

The song lasts just barely over four minutes but on the stage it feels like hours. You're in a bleary kind of daze when you stand from the stool, soaking in the loudness of cheering from the audience and the amount of people currently on their feet for a standing ovation. A quick look over at the piano confirms that Yoongi has already left the stage so you do the same, walking as if you're on autopilot.

Since you've come to the event alone, nobody but the staff greets you when you return backstage. They congratulate you and shower you in praises as they remove your wires and microphones but you can't hear them, desperately looking around for Yoongi. Did he already go back to his seat? Was that it – the favor was done so he was done with you? Your chest throbs with two conflicting emotions; complete elation at the successful performance and reception that you've just received and complete devastation at the thought that your time with Yoongi was over. You stand in the middle of the lounge, eyes focusing on the couch where the two of you had sat so closely earlier.

“Y/N.”

You freeze at the sound of his voice. Spinning around, he stands in his original, colored clothing with a smug, proud grin on his face. The other six members bounce on their toes behind him, their hands clapping together as they felicitate you.

“That was incredible!” Namjoon exclaims. “Yoongi-hyung said you were good but -”

You lunge at Yoongi, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him as close to you as you possibly can, burying your face in the crook of his neck. You can feel your tears glide down your cheek and you know he can feel them dropping onto his skin. A man in plain clothes begins sputtering angrily in Korean to Namjoon. This must be their manager and he doesn't seem too pleased that you're manhandling his talent but you can't find it in you to care about manners right now.

If Yoongi had a problem with it, you knew that he would gently push you away. Instead, he cradles your head with the back of one hand, using the other to rub your shoulder soothingly.

“Is she … okay?” one of the members asks hesitantly when you don't come up for air.

You take this as a sign to knock off the waterworks, extracting your body from his and wiping away any traces of mascara from your cheeks before they can see. “I'm fine. Sorry for being so dramatic. I'm just really thankful to Yoongi right now.”

Yoongi's hand doesn't leave your shoulder. You can almost feel the heat of his fingertips through the thick denim of your jacket. “I told you that you would kill it. You were amazing.”

“I don't know how we're supposed to perform after that! You stole the show!” Namjoon exclaims. The rolling of your eyes is contradicted by your abashed smile.

“BTS!” a staff member calls loudly from across the room. “You're needed for a quick rehearsal!”

Yoongi holds a finger up to you, speaking Korean to his members and managers for a few moments. They all turn to leave except Jungkook, who is simultaneously the youngest but largest. He leans in to show you something on his phone. “Noona, I did what Yoongi-hyung said and deleted all of my Justin Bieber albums. See?”

Yoongi shoves him away quickly, muttering in Korean, and you can tell that it's not something you were meant to be told. Yoongi is clearly embarrassed and it's so fucking cute that you can't restrain the hideous, lovesick giggles that force themselves from your belly.

“Don't you have to join them for rehearsal?” you ask curiously, scuffing the toe of your shoes against the shiny, linoleum floors.

“It's rehearsal for announcing best male artist. Namjoon is doing the talking on stage so I'll just catch up with them in a minute.”

You wonder why Namjoon is in charge of doing the speaking when Yoongi is clearly skilled at English but for right now, you don't mind it. It's giving the two of you a few more precious moments.

“So … thank you, Yoongi. A million times – thank you. I won't ever forget what you've done for me tonight,” you tell him sincerely, choking your emotion back down. “I know there's not much I can do for you but I'm in your back pocket if you ever need me, okay?”

“I'll remember that,” he quips, gummy smile making an appearance before he turns solemn. “I'm glad I could help you out. I can't wait to see where you go from here. Starting with that BTS cover, of course.”

You giggle. “Oh, of course.”

“Well, I guess I'll let you go now. I'll be cheering BTS on from my seat later, not that you need any encouragement,” you tease. You gulp down your coyness when he takes a step toward you.

“I don't know,” he drawls in that thick accent of his that is beginning to sound awfully sexy to you. “I'm feeling kind of … terrified.”

Somehow, you know exactly what he's doing. Your grin is stupidly huge as you reach for his fingers to interlace them with yours.

_________________________________

Later that night, when you've come down off of your high and you're tucked into the comfortable sheets of your hotel bed, you get a text message.

By the way … don't delete my number.

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[windlion]

Manic Pixie Dream Boy

Original Fic -  For Valentine’s Day, I’m pulling this chunk out of my WIPs because it’s appropriate and it’s cute and I’ve had a bit of a day so I could use the pick me up~   

Wherever he went, Fox had a habit of people-watching.  Dae-ha called him a voyeur.  Fox considered it research; people had the best, most honest reactions when they didn't realize they were being observed.  And he stored those expressions, those small gestures and shifts in body language, to add to his repertoire to mimic whenever a scene called for it.

Also, he was nosy by nature, with an overactive imagination, so he found it fascinating, to study people and speculate who they were, what they were like, why they were there.  All the tiny dramas, written every day.  Across the world, he found more in common than he did different.

So that was how he was at a restaurant's bar at something past eight pm, incredibly jet-lagged and awake as anything despite the long day, drinking in the hopes of knocking himself out earlier.  Passing the time watching the patrons.

Being a rather upscale location on a Saturday night, there were the business diners, the anniversaries, the casual elite, one long table that he suspected was a wedding rehearsal dinner, and there, by himself, a man who had the nervous air of one waiting for their date to show.

That alone made him far and away one of the more interesting subjects to watch.  Dressed neatly enough not to stand out, but just a bit too careful with the stemware; this was a splurge above his budget.  Fox thought he'd seen the man waiting up front for some time before taking a table, so either he was the nervous sort who was always early, or whoever he was waiting on was well late.

From the way the man kept checking his phone surreptitiously, Fox was betting on the latter.  

The man himself was an unusual specimen constructed of long lines and angles: tall, lanky, pale, with fair hair that waved and showed glints of silver threads in the light. Not what Fox would call handsome, but striking— even if he wasn't what would be cast as a leading man, he'd be too eye-catching to be an extra.  He'd positioned himself facing the door, obviously keeping a weather eye out for his date, and waited with patience and good posture.  As Fox slowly worked through his drinks, he watched the man progress through his scene.  His expressions and reactions were subtle, but a masterclass.

First, patience.  Alert, calm— legs crossed, hands half-clasped, gaze carefully not staring but holding the door in his field of vision.

Second, signs of nerves.  Eyes flickering from point to point.  More frequent checking of his phone, kept off the table out of courtesy to the fellow diners.  Polite enough when he ordered his wine, from the waiter's reaction.  They didn't speak long enough for the waiter to have apprised him of the various vintages' merits, but the waiter showed signs of approving the choice.  So a man with good taste, if not good money.

Third, patience slowly giving way to annoyance.  A tightened jaw.  Unanswered texts.  Both feet set on the floor.  Long fingers knotted on the table as if holding to faith and patience.  

And finally, after the better part of half an hour, defeat: the minute slump of the shoulders, the hands releasing, one hand running through his hair in what had to be a habitual gesture.  The faint twist to his lips; he didn't look upset so much as . . . tired.  Like he should have known better.  A man who was familiar with disappointment.

And in a dining room full of celebrants and idle rich, he was very much alone.

Fox found himself finishing his drink and rising to his feet before he could examine the impulse that had been growing in strength for the past twenty minutes.  He left a reasonable tip on the bar, then slid out through the shared entrance to the restaurant.

He had to move just a bit faster than he'd like if he was going to outpace the waiter that the man had started looking for— if Fox was right, he'd be asking for a check, not an order.  And that would be a shame, when Fox was starting to think he could do with dinner after all.

He smiled politely with the right edge of nervousness at the maitre'd who moved to intercept him, “Thank you—I'm running late.  My party's already seated.”  

It was nothing to pull on his theatrical skills, scanning the crowded room and letting his eyes light on the tall man at the back table, with apparent recognition and relief.  “Oh, that's him.”

The maitre'd didn't call him on the fact he'd clearly just left the attached bar, and only escorted him back with all the polite murmurings, “I'm glad you could make it. Right this way. . .”

Whether or not they bought it, Fox didn't care, but the very real sympathy pleased him.  Obviously the staff had noticed he'd been stood up as well.

The man in question caught on to Fox's approach a hair too late to do anything about it.  He opened his mouth as Fox dropped himself into the chair opposite, speaking over him, “I'm so sorry to keep you waiting.  I'm glad I caught you.”

The maitre'd took Fox's coat, nodded politely, and vanished before they could get embroiled in whatever relationship drama was about to unfold.  Fox stifled a grin as the neighboring tables almost, to a person, perked up.  Mercifully, he hadn't misjudged; his subject only blinked at him in surprise, wariness but not anger or disgust written in his features, the tense line of his shoulders.  Finally, the man pointed out dryly, “You were here before me.”

So he had noticed; not quite so single-minded in his watch for the no-show.  That much was encouraging, too, that he was observant.  And he was game.  Fox smiled ruefully and shrugged, “Ahh, it took me a few drinks to work up my courage.  Can you blame me?”

That was outrageous flirting, but it worked; the man lost some of his stiffness, a small smile quirking up the edges of his lips.  He looked less severe that way, and there was wry amusement in his tone as he offered, “You're not what I was expecting.”

Fox decided to press his luck, throwing a coquettish look through his lashes. “But worth the wait?”

“I'd have waited all night if I'd known you were coming.”  He had a way of making that sound like the truth, not empty flattery.  Not Fox's style of charm, but alarming sincerity that was frankly dangerous.  He considered Fox directly, hazel eyes sharp.  “What made you decide to move now?”

Fox smiled and picked up the menu pointedly, “It'd be a shame to send you home hungry.  The food here is excellent, and better with company.”

That got him a small nod, and the feeling of a mutual understanding established.  Serve and volley— Fox had worse exchanges following scripts with people whom he was supposed to have chemistry.  The man nodded to Fox's wine glass, “Would you care to try the wine?”

Fox pushed the stemware across the table for the man to pour, still easily over half the bottle left. He did have elegant hands, long and fine boned, and he moved with certainty and care.  As Fox reclaimed his stemware, their fingertips brushing, he judged the attention of their fellow diners to have ebbed.  “Thank you--  I didn't catch your name.”  

“Rafael DeCrescenza.”  The man tipped his head in acknowledgment, “And if you've volunteered to keep me company, you might as well call me Rafe.”

Fox felt the sharp smile cross his face and didn't bother hiding his satisfaction. “Fox, to my friends. Dae-min to everyone else.”

“Fox.”  Rafe nodded, “That sounds like there's a story behind it.”

It wasn't quite a question, only politely leading, and Fox shrugged. “One of the meanings of Dae-min is very clever.  I prefer it to the alternatives.”

Rafe made a noise of understanding, and fell quiet while Fox perused the menu.  He must have noticed that Fox didn't offer his family name, and didn't press.  Fox absently sipped from the wine as he flipped the menu page, then paused and considered his glass with surprise.  “That is excellent.  What is this?”

Honest relief and pleasure crossed Rafe's face, and he nudged the bottle towards Fox.  “It's a chardonnay.”

Fox studied the label, not recognizing the winery but appreciating the artistry of label depicting a cat's claw moon over rolling hills of a vineyard.  He turned the bottle to see the rest as a matter of habit; if it was text and it was in front of his eyes, it was meant to be read.  The flavor text was the usual affectations of any vintage, though blessedly not over the top, and there was a small mention of the winery itself, a small family-owned operation out of Vermont, apparently, signed by the vintner.  It took a moment before the signature and the faint, expectant tension of his seatmate sunk in.  “DeCrescenza— is that. . .?”

Slightly flushed, Rafe ducked his head, running a hand through his hair.  “My family's business.  This is one of the only restaurants in the city that serves it.”

And that was the explanation right there, for why he was here and why he'd ordered it.  He'd hoped to share something he was clearly proud of with his date.  Fox found himself thinking even more uncharitable thoughts about the no show. “Your family does good work.  I'll have to track that down.”

And he meant that.  Both for himself and for gifts, because a bottle of very good wine to the director and co-stars never went amiss.

“Thank you.  I'll have to let my brothers know they have another fan.”  Color still stained Rafe's cheekbones, and it suited him well.  Fox found himself appraising the man again, this time from a much better vantage point, and judged him favorably.  The deep-set hazel eyes were intelligent, shrewd, his cheekbones high and sharp as any European model, the long nose fine and patrician, the thin lips wide and expressive.  He was good natured, and had bounced back from evidently being ditched with grace.  Obviously he deserved better.

Fox rolled the stemware between his fingers and flipped the menu closed before he lost track of time.  “I take it you took a different path?”

“You could say that.”  And that earned him a cautious look, Rafe considering how Fox was going to react, and just as clearly, him deciding to avoid dissembling.  Fox doubted the man could lie to save his life.  Rafe hesitated, then stated, “I'm a police officer.”

Ah.  Yes, that would be polarizing.

Fortunately, Fox had nothing against the law, provided it wasn't getting in his way, and it meant his dinner companion was capable of far more interesting conversation than he'd anticipated.  He leaned forward, amused, “I didn't interrupt anything, did I?”

That was not what Rafe was expecting, and he recovered with badly hidden relief.  “Now you ask?”

Fox parried, “I waited ten minutes to be sure I wasn't intruding.  Give me some_ _credit.”

“If ten minutes is your idea of patience, I have bad news for you about stake outs,” Rafe deadpanned.

Fox laughed, pleasantly surprised that Rafe's reaction to being caught off-guard was to think on his feet, and that the man had such a dry wit.  He gave Rafe an arch look, “I think you'll find ten minutes can be quite a long time, in certain situations.”

And that's how he found out Rafael was absolutely ill-equipped to handle innuendo when Fox meant it. He could see the man derail, the flush returning with a vengeance, and the amount of glee Fox took in that was probably just a bit inappropriate.  There was no way he was just straight, not with that reaction.  The night was looking up.

#sometimes I write #The Lieutenant and Envoy #some meet cute #because it's Valentine's Day #and I could use some happier thoughts and a touch of validation #this was written probably YEARS ago at this point but #it's fine it's fine #I will probably panic and delete this tomorrow #*headdesk*

[prophesyr]

Any hopes or ideas for New Dawn?

          I haven’t really had the chance to sit down and think about New Dawn’s potential yet, but there are a few things that have stuck out for me. We all know I’m 100000% here for the Father’s return. I don’t care what they do with him, because I trust Greg to keep him whole as a character. Otherwise, I just hope beyond hope that Ubisoft and the fandom give the twins the same respect they gave Joseph, Pagan Min, and Vaas. Essentially, as long as Ubi can give them the same levels of development, I’ll be happy. However, I’d also like to see them continue with the biblical parallels. Let me just jump back into 5 for a second here.          The whole of Far Cry 5, Absolution, and the Book of Joseph symbolize Joseph ( and by proxy, the deputy ) breaking the seven seals of the apocalypse. I’m lazy so I’m digging this whole next section out of HERE:

THE FIRST SEAL represents widespread deception by a false Christianity that began in the days of the apostles. 

THE SECOND SEAL refers to the increasing devastation caused by war as the end approaches. 

THE THIRD SEAL represents increasing hunger and famines. 

Other consequences of war and famine are represented by THE FOURTH SEAL—such things as disease, plagues and civil unrest that kill many people.

THE FIFTH SEAL brings us directly to the time of the end. It acknowledges the past persecution and martyrdom of God’s servants and announces they will have to wait “a little while longer, until both the number of their fellow servants and their brethren, who would be killed as they were, was completed,” before God avenges their deaths.

THE SIXTH SEAL describes how “powers of the heavens will be shaken” after the end-time tribulation and martyrdom of the saints has begun but before God’s wrath is unleashed in “the day of the Lord”. These heavenly signs announce the beginning of the Day of the Lord.

Finally THE SEVENTH SEAL is opened. It describes seven other aspects of end-time events, each announced with a trumpet blast. In the first four of these plagues God strikes the earth and mankind’s environmental support systems. The fifth trumpet’s plague inflicts great pain on those refusing to serve God. In the sixth trumpet plague, God permits an unimaginably destructive and all-out worldwide war to begin.

          This is only the beginning, of course. The game never had the chance to show its next phase, known as “the Great Tribulation”. This span of time is known as when the Lord takes a little vacation and pretty much hands the earth over to the antichrist like, “Have fun!” This lasts for seven years ( as the one plaque along the pilgrimage estimates the Project will remain underground ). At the end of these seven years, the ANTICHRIST will rally together an army and try to overthrow the believers in the Battle of Armageddon.           This point is where the second coming of Christ is meant to take place. He swoops in, with his church at his heels, and locks the antichrist in Hell with a single word. In the same breath, he raises the true believers from the dead. We’re talking Lazarus-style, not Night of the Living Dead. But I digress. Following this, Jesus is supposed to rule the earth for a thousand years before Satan once again rises, tries to do his Satan thing, and is struck down by God for the final time. After that, those unsaved stand before God to be judged, and He creates a new Heaven and a new Earth.          In choosing the number 17 as the years proceeding Collapse, Ubisoft may have inadvertently referenced the Bible again; or it was on purpose, because I’m ready to call bullshit until the real End Times. Throughout the Good Book, the number 17 is used to symbolize victory and restoration. I could give examples, but have a link to this webpage that looks like it was slapped together before computers were invented, instead. There are parts even this page doesn’t touch, but this is already pretty long. So I’ll end it on this:          There are at least twenty different things I’d love to see, but I think most of all, I want this to be Ubisoft’s way of ending the Apocalypse they created. We already broke the seals. Joseph took his seven year break. Now it’s time to end it once and for all.

#; i say all the time that joseph isn't christian #; but ultimately‚ ubisoft used revelations as their guidelines #; and i have to stick with it #Anonymous #*& when we hear the voice‚ we know we have no other choice — ( answer. )

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“Run-In”- Part 10

Genre: ANGST! EXTREME GRAPHIC CONTENT (TRIGGER WARNING!), 5% Smut

Word Count: 15,123

A/N: I feel like this chapter has the most violence out of the other ones. It contains blood, gore, beatings… everything that goes with torture. I placed a warning at the beginning so read at your own risk. But I also have to admit that this is a pretty suspenseful chapter. Happy Readings!^^

 Theme Song for this Chapter: “The Cab- These are the lies”

 Yoongi awoke to find himself on the couch in his office. He didn't mean to sleep there and had every intention of going to his bedroom. This was the fifth time this week that it had happened and not only that, he hadn't changed into night clothes. He groaned, rubbing his hands through his hair and down his face before leaving out. He walked into his kitchen for a cup of coffee only to find Mina already there, eating breakfast at the island. His chef was still preparing breakfast for him.

"There's no need, I'll be leaving in a bit. Why don't you have it?"

His chef nodded. "Early morning, Mr. Min?" Yoongi nodded, taking slow sips of his steamed beverage.

"Good Morning, baby." Mina said cheerfully.

"Morning." He replied nonchalantly. He wasn't in the mood for any 'lovey dovey' B.S. today.

"Missed you in bed... again. Something must have come up."

"Yeah, I was talking with Hoseok."

Mina frowned. "All night, huh?"

"Yep." Yoongi stated vaguely before leaving the room with his cup of coffee in hand.

Mina crossed her arms in a huff. She definitely felt a growing distance between her and Yoongi. At first it was just simple neglect but now, it was like he didn't even want her there. He barely looked her way or acknowledged her when they were in the same room. Mina blamed you. Yoongi getting arrested, his business suffering, and their relationship were your fault. Yoongi has barely been spending any time with her because he was even busier than before. He would leave and be gone all day with his father or at his club. But when Mina wanted some nighttime fun, Yoongi would come home and go straight into his office where he eventually fell asleep.

Mina sighed to herself. Now that she had Yoongi back, he wasn't really back and now she would have to work even harder to get his heart and mind back on her. Mina slowly picked over her food, circling her fork in the same spot. Already her appetite was gone and sudden sound of the front door closing made her feel even sadder.

"Ahem... Miss Choi? Do you mind if I offer some advice?" Yoongi's chef asked. She quickly gained his attention with the shifts in her mood. She ran her hands through her hair before she turned and looked at him. The last thing she needed was to be pitied.

"What is it?"

"Why don't you go home and take care of yourself? It wouldn't do any good to be around him. Mr. Min is going through a troubling time and the unfortunate situation with Miss y/n, has left him in a bad mood." The mention of your name sent Mina's mind reeling off the deep end. She pushed her plate away and stood to face him.

"Fuck her! It's entirely bitch's fault! Yoongi just needs to stay the hell away from her so things can go back the way they were!" Sudden realization flashed over her as an idea popped into her head. "I'm going to do something special for Yoongi tonight that will have him never thinking about y/n again."

~~~

"Fuck!" Yoongi yelled as he fell back in his chair.

He had arrived at the club twenty minutes ago and since then, he had been on the phone with his father talking between different partners. He had to reassure each of them that this recent scandal hasn't changed him and agreed to have a sit down in the upcoming week.

"Sir? The car and Mr. Min are waiting outside for you." One of his men informed him. Yoongi ran his hands through his hair before getting up and leaving. When he reached the car, he greeted his father and got in. They sat in silence as the car traveled a good distance before his father spoke.

"This is a very crucial time, son. Everything boils down on this meeting; it has to go perfect otherwise we lose everything. I need you to make a new plan that will be beneficial to each and every one of them. All our contributors will be there and we can't play favors."

Yoongi nodded in agreement. He planned on shutting everything out to concentrate until the meeting was over. Once he gets through with that, then he could focus on the other aspects of his life.

~~~~~

"Rise and shine, doll face!"

You heard someone mumble in your ear. It was pitch black until your eyes slowly opened. You had trouble lifting your head; it felt as though it weighted the same as a bowling ball. Your eyes felt heavy and your vision was blurred. You could see figures standing all around you but your eyes wouldn't adjust to see them clearly. You had trouble speaking until you felt the coldness of water being thrown in your face, your clothes instantly sticking to your body.

"Is that better?" A man asked, leaning his head down to make eye contact with you. "Chloroform is such an overrated drug but it got the job done. Allow me to introduce myself. I go by the name of Snake."

Everything was a lot clearer than before and your eyes scanned over who seem like the leader of the group. His hair was black and his eyes were a cold obsidian color. He seemed older by how tall he was and all the tattoos that covered his arms, neck, and face but for all you know, he could be the same age as Yoongi. But it was something about his eyes. Something in them that gave you the creeps. It was then that your mind registered what happened. You had been kidnapped on your way to see Yoongi. You tried to move but realized that you were bound to a chair. Your hands, waist, and feet were tied down tight. You looked around to see if anything seemed familiar but it didn't. You were being held in a place where it looked like a dungeon. It was big and dark, only lit by a few small ceiling lights. It was also semi dusty which let you know that the place hadn't been used in some time. Wherever you were, you knew that you would be there for a while.

The thought brought tears to your eyes. Anything could happen while you are their prey. When you looked at your capturers, some of them had smirks on their faces while others had looks that meant not to mess with them. Either way, you were scared shitless and hoped that you would soon be rescued.

"Hey, doll face..." Snake spoke. "I'll just cut to the chase. I'm not a difficult man. I'll tell you the reason why you are here and if you cooperate, then you will be freed in no time. But if you want to be defiant and stubborn, then I will fuck up so bad the only thing to send home to your family will be your fingernails. Do I make myself clear?" You nodded your head, already feeling the cool breeze on your cheeks from where your tears had fell. "I want to know one thing and one thing only."

"I-I'll tell you anything you want to know."

"Min Yoongi's business. Tell me all about it. Who all works for him, his shipments, how much he brings in, what does he own, how much he sells it for... I want to know every fucking thing."

Your heart dropped. You knew nothing about how Yoongi runs his empire. He never discussed it with you and you knew he never will. He didn't even trust you enough to take you to dinner. How the hell was you suppose to know about his entire operation?

"But I don't know anything. Despite what the news says Yoongi and I weren't dating. It was just physical attraction and nothing more, nothing like the relationship he has with Mina."

"You know, that is one fine bitch!" Snake howled with amusement and all his men agreed, whistling and making other obnoxious noises. "I'm sure she could get any man to do what she wanted. The things I would do to her if she'd let me."

"Yeah so if anyone knew anything about Yoongi, it would be her. That's his girlfriend." You weren't trying to throw her under the bus, you just spoke what you felt was true. It honest hurt you to say those words. For all you knew, they were both probably cuddling each other at that very moment.

"Too bad her charms were wearing off to Min Yoongi. That much is obvious. She couldn't compare when it came to you." He smiled, ignoring your previous statement. You swallowed hard as Snake stepped closer, staring down at you. "So you don't know anything, huh?"

You shook your head timidly, hoping that by some miracle he would believe you. Snake reached behind his back and pulled out a large hunting knife. He brought the knife closer, slowly tracing a path up one of your thighs to your neck cutting the rope that was tied around your waist. He held it there, pointing the tip of the blade against the middle of your neck. You were scared to move an inch for fear that swallowing would push your skin against the sharp edge. You heard the deep rumbled from Snake's chuckle as he moved the knife to cut the remainder rope that held you to the chair. Rubbing your sore wrists, you watched him walk away then stop. Suddenly you were being lifted from the chair and forced on your knees in front of a large rectangular metal tub full of water. Two men held your arms behind your back as you struggled. Snake turned around to face you.

"I guess you want to do this the hard way. Such a waste."

Your head was pushed underwater, not giving you enough time to hold your breath. You tried to fight back as much as you could but it was no use. You focused on not breathing in any water and thought you were going to drown until you felt a hand grab your hair and yank it up. You gasped for as much air as you could.

"Do you know anything now?" Snake smirked. Before you could answer, your head was pushed further down into water, letting it seep into your nose, ears, and mouth as you thrashed about. When he pulled your head up a second time, you were coughing up water, struggling to breathe. Your eyes met his dark scary ones and once again you were pulled down before you could speak. The edge of the metal tub cut into your skin from the pressure of your body being pressed hard against it. He kept you underwater for forty-five seconds but to you, it felt like five minutes. Your arms were released and you pulled your upper body out and collapsed on the cold cement. You threw up water as well as the food you had eaten earlier that day.

"Do you know that in other countries, they got their enemies to talk by laying them on their back, strapping them down, and pouring gallons and gallons of water in their face? I'm sure they are still continuing those practices to this very day. Why don't we try that with you? It may help your memory." Snake snapped his fingers and you were being lifted in the air again by his men. Panic began to set in as you scream out.

"NO! PLEASE! I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING! SOMEBODY HELP ME!" You cried.

~~~~~

After picking out the perfect place to meet and letting everyone know the date and time, Yoongi returned to his club. He was about to make a phone call when one of his men came into the office.

"Excuse me, sir. This was just delivered to you." He handed Yoongi the large brown envelope.

"Thank you."

The man left and instead of opening it, Yoongi tossed the envelope on the desk and continued making his phone call. He also had plans to visit a few smaller businesses later on to get the money they had been with holding from him. He was hard at work, looking over paperwork when Hoseok came into the office thirty minutes later.

"Hey Yoongi, are you ready to go?"

"In a minute." He stated as he shredded the last of the documents before lighting the inside of the metal bin on fire. "How's Namjoon?"

"He's fine. I left him hitting on one of his nurses." Hoseok noticed the envelope and picked it up. "What's this?"

"Your guess is as good as mine."

"You're not going to open it?" Hoseok laughed.

Yoongi took it to examine it, flipping it from front to back. The envelope, itself, was very plain and had no return address. Just the name 'MIN YOONGI' written in black on the front. Yoongi shrugged and opened it. Nothing but a single piece of paper was inside. He held the envelope upside down and shook out the paper. A picture of you blindfolded and bound fell face up on the desk.

Both males were silent as they stared at the picture. For Yoongi, it felt as though a thousand bricks had just fallen on him. He slowly picked up the picture, staring hard at it. It couldn't be real. It had to be fake. His mouth became extremely dry and his heartbeat became erratic. He called in the guy that brought him the letter.

"Who delivered this?"

"No one, sir. There was a knock at the door but when I answered, that letter was just left there." It was quiet between the three of them before Hoseok spoke up.

"Why don't you try calling her?" Yoongi reached for the phone about to dial your number when another one of his guys came into the office.

"Sir! There's woman downstairs demanding to talk to you." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he repeated the same words she told him. "She's the friend of the girl you've been fucking."

"Send her in."

Within seconds, Hyolyn entered the office. From the way she was acting, Yoongi guessed she came prepared to fight. He remembered her from the times he used to drag you away from her for sex. She was your friend.

"Okay, where is she?!" She asked looking around the room. You were nowhere in sight. Yoongi straighten up his posture and resumed his poker face, trying not to let on the horrifying news.

"Who?"

"I'm talking about y/n! The girl you've been fucking for months and tossed aside for your ex. My best friend! She called me and told me that she was on her way over here. She should have made it by now."

"She isn't here." Yoongi stated walking closer to her. Deep down, he was hoping this was a joke. A sick, twisted, fucked up joke. "Can you call her again?"

Hyolyn sighed, running her hands through her hair. "I've tried calling her a dozen times already. She's not answering."

Yoongi tried to think. "Is there another way you can get in touch with her?"

"Well... I did secretly put a tracking app on her phone after she started dating you. It was for safety purposes." She smiled at the thought and shook her head. You would kill her if you had ever found out.

Yoongi had Hyolyn turn on the tracker and minutes later, he, Hoseok, and Hyolyn were on their way to your location. Hyolyn instantly became worried. If you weren't with Yoongi then where the hell were you? She felt a sinking feeling in her stomach at such a thought.

"Stop the car. It says that we are getting closer." She stated.

Yoongi pulled over and parked the car. The three of them walked the rest of the way until Hyolyn mumbled something under her breath then suddenly took off running. Yoongi and Hoseok were right behind her. She fell to her knees, her heart beating a million times per second. There on the ground, lied your cell phone. Hyolyn picked it up and looked around.

"Y/N?!" She screamed out but you weren't there. "Y/N?!"

They searched the area for an hour before giving up and going back to the club. Yoongi had sent five of his men to go back out to search and ask around. He eventually gave up and showed Hyolyn the picture that was anonymously sent to him. She was beyond furious at him and the situation.

"You son of a bitch! You knew this entire time that she was kidnapped and you're just now showing me this?" She threw the photo back at him. "You are the lowest of the fucking low. I've held my tongue for too long and I hope y/n forgives me but I think that you are majority to blame for what has happened. If you had no intentions of being with her or trying to start a relationship, you shouldn't have dragged her along this far. She has suffered so much as it is and who's knows what’s happening to her at this moment..." Hyolyn burst into tears at the thought of someone hurting you and she might not ever see you again.

Both men were silent, not knowing what to say. They knew this kind of situation happens often with the type of work that they do. They have kidnapped, tortured, and killed many men, women, and sometimes even children. Yoongi knew he was a monster and there was a special spot in hell with his name on it. This was a dangerous life but it was the only life he knew. Growing up, all he ever learned was to hunt or be hunted and protect what he loved. Lately, he failed miserably. His mother, Hoseok, Mina, Namjoon, and now you. He would have to be smart about this if he wanted to get you back safely.

Yoongi approached Hyolyn, standing directly in front of her and staring into her eyes. "If you want y/n home then I'm going to need your help."

She nodded, wiping the tears from her eyes. "I'll do anything to get her back."

"First, no police or her family. They can't know."

"Are you crazy?! They should be the first to know. They will hit the roof when they find out."

"Exactly! Making the situation worse than it needs to be. Whoever has her will not hesitate to kill her if they have to. I need you to make up a lie and tell her family that she will be staying at your house for awhile. This will give me time to figure out who has her."

Hyolyn was quiet as she thought everything over. This was serious and required police help but she also didn't want to risk going to the police and having them gamble with your life. She stared at Yoongi whose eyes has yet to change. He was still focused on her, waiting on a response and for some reason, something told her to trust him. She also figured that if anything happened to her, you would probably go to Yoongi before going to your father and that said a lot.

"Okay, I'll do it but you better bring her home in one piece."

Yoongi smiled for the first time since he received this horrible news. "I'll do whatever it takes, even put my life on the line."

~~~~~

"Tsk tsk... look at you." Snake stated as he stood over you. Every time you tried to crawl away, he would take steps so that he was directly above you again. "I wouldn't have to damage such a pretty face if you would stop moving."

You whimpered as you tried to scoot away. This moment started after your water torture. You had drowned, twice, but both times you were giving CPR and the tortured continued until they gave up. Now you were all alone with Snake, he tried to grab you but your reflexes kicked in and slapped him across the face. Angry, he hit you back and thrown you to the ground. Your mouth was throbbing after getting hit in it. The blow was so strong that it busted your lip. You could taste the iron from your blood as it flowed onto your tongue. Snake pulled out the knife again and you became frightened, freezing in place.

"If you move again, I will not hesitate to jab this blade into your throat. Do you understand?!" You nodded your head but he grabbed the front of your shirt, lifting you a couple inches off the ground to look in his face. "Let me hear your fucking voice!"

"Y-Yes I understand."

Your body was dropped hard on the ground and your shirt was once again gripped as he used the knife to cut open your shirt. He cut away at it, leaving nothing but scraps on the floor. You shrieked, cover your mouth and nose with both hands. You thought for a second that he had stabbed you and even more worried for what he was about to do next. Snake pulled out his phone and began taking pictures of you.

"Let's show boyfriend Min what a good obedient girl you are."

He pressed a hard stomped to your abdomen, making you turn over gripping your stomach in pain. He pulled your hair, forcing your head up making you cry out. The flash from the phone went off in your face as he took another picture. Once Snake had enough, he put his phone away and tried to remove your bra. This time you did fight back, not wanting him to see your body. He tried to grab at you but you lifted your leg up delivering a harsh blow to his nut sac. Snake fell over in pain and you used it as your opportunity to run. You scrambled to your feet and headed to the closest door in view.

"AH FUCK! You fucking bitch... just wait until I get my hands on you!" Snake yelled trying to get up.

Once opened, you realized that you went through the wrong door. Snake's men were on the other side. All eyes were on you as soon as you walked in. With Snake yelling in the background, one by one the men got up and started walking closer to you. You turned around and took off sprinting to the next available door, hoping that it wouldn't have the same results behind it. You could hear the men chasing after you as Snake stumbled to his feet and joined in. Luckily, the door led to a long hallway and you ran until you pushed opened the next door. You almost cried when you realized you were standing outside. This was it. You were finally free. Hearing the guys get closer, you ran and hid behind the nearest bushes. You knew you wouldn't have been able to out run them and figured that once it calmed down you could make a clean getaway. You ducked down lower to the ground, watching as the men searched for you. You were relieved that the sun had gone down and it was dark outside. Snake and one of his guys brought out two boxes. One filled with flashlights and the other, handguns.

"Find that bitch! I don't care if you gotta shoot her in the legs. Bring her ass back alive. I'll teach her a lesson about trying to escape." He cocked the gun and went on his way. You swallowed hard, hoping they wouldn't find you. If they did, you were dead for sure.

Thirty minutes had passed but to you it felt like an hour. It was quiet and you figured they were all spread out canvassing the area. The anxious part of you wanted to make a break for it. If you stayed in the shadows then there was a good chance that you could slip past them unseen. But you also didn't want to chance it if they were armed with loaded weapons. You weighed out your pros and cons, shifting a bit to get comfortable. You had been lying on your stomach and twigs, rocks, and dirt had been pressing into your skin. You silenced yourself when you heard something come closer. Soon you saw the shining of a light walking in your direction. You squeezed your eyes shut, praying that they would walk away.

"Snake, sir. We can't find her." One of the guys said.

"Keep looking! She around here somewhere. There's no way she could’ve gotten away, she didn't have enough time."

You watched both men walk off and once again, it became quiet. Breathing a sigh of relief, you knew all you had to do was stay still and not make a sound. Once daylight came, you would be in the arms of your family. The thought brought tears to your eyes. You didn't want to leave this world without goodbye to them. You wondered if anybody knew that you were missing. 'Hyolyn must know and alerted my parents, but how would they find me?' You thought. By now, you weren't sure how much time had went by and you were starting to grow very impatient. A hand grabbed your hair and yanked you up. You screamed from both shock and pain.

Snake laughed. "I knew you didn't go far." He tried to pull you to him.

"NO!" You yelled, trying to fight him off.

You used every bit of energy you had to punch, scratch, and claw at him. You weren't giving up, no matter how tired you were becoming. Snake fought back even harder. He ended up falling into the bushes with you. You were starting to get the upper hand until he pulled out the gun and began repeatedly striking you in the head with it. He sat on top of you, one hand pressed against your throat while the other held the butt of the gun to hit you. Even though you were getting lightheaded, your face was throbbing, and you could feel blood leaking from your wounds, you still fought back until you eventually blacked out.

~~~~~

"What about the Kan estate?" Hoseok asked. Yoongi shook his head. He stopped pacing back and forth to answer.

"We all went on a vacation together last year."

"What's the possibility of it being someone from Frankie's family?"

"The pussies couldn't load a gun even if I paid them a million dollars."

Hoseok sighed and leaned forward in his seat. "Okay, what other person or people have something against you?"

Yoongi thought it over. Since his family pretty much owned everything, it made other mobsters in the areas envious. When he was in his teens, he and his brother fought with other teenagers from mobster families over haves and have nots. Could one of them really have held a grudge for years and kidnap you because of power? The thought made Yoongi sick. He couldn't see them stooping so low to get back at him. But one thing he was always taught when growing up was to 'never say what someone wouldn't do'. The right situation could make anyone do just about anything. Yoongi sighed himself, ruffling his hair. Time was running out. He needed to find you before it were too late. He had already received a call from Hyolyn. Your parent's had bought the story of your staying at her place. Now it was time to do his part and bring you home.

"What about the small companies or businesses that owe me money?" He asked Hoseok.

"Do you think they had anything to do with it?"

"I don't know. It could be any fucking body!" Yoongi stopped to take a deep breath. "Let's go see Namjoon. He usually would have a good idea of who is behind things like this."

Both of them got up and headed for the door but Yoongi stopped at the sound of his phone ringing. When he checked to see who was calling, it turned out to be his mother. He sighed, figuring that she was just checking up on him.

"Hey, mom. Can I call you back? I'm kind of in the middle of something." He answered but went quiet as his mother spoke. "Why would Mina do that?... I just told you I was busy right now... yes ma'am... dinner and that's it. I don't have time for anything else."

He hung up the phone, turning his attention to Hoseok.

"Go on without me. I'll meet up with you afterwards."

"I'm guessing something came up?"

Yoongi nodded, trying not to unleash his temper. "Mina planned a dinner for me and my parent at their house. That's why my mother called, to make sure I was there on time." He ran his hands through his hair for the thousandth time that day. "Do you mind going to the hospital alone and talking it over with Namjoon? We can meet up afterwards."

Hoseok smiled and held onto Yoongi's shoulders with both hands. "Hey! Just relax. Go to dinner, enjoy yourself, Namjoon and I will do some brainstorming. By the time you finish, we will have a few names to check out." He beamed trying to brighten the mood.

He turned and walked away, leaving Yoongi by himself. His smile was long gone. In reality, Hoseok was nervous. You had been missing for more than five hours and they didn't have one lead. No response from the kidnappers and nothing to go on. Anything could be happening to you and that made him worry. You were a very sweet girl, the perfect match for Yoongi and he wanted to make sure you'd got back to him safely. Yoongi closed down his club and drove to his parent's house. How could he sit around and eat like everything was okay when something had happened to you.

He got out of the car and entered the residence. Already, they were seated at the table waiting for him. He took a seat next to Mina who happily smiled at him. His mother also smiled, seeing them interact with each other. She was excited to plan dinner after Mina came over wanting to surprise Yoongi. There wasn't anything she wouldn't do to make sure they were happy together. The four of them ate dinner in silence, the sounds of silverware hitting the glass plates echoing around the room.

"So how was your day?" Mina asked him.

"It was fine. Dad and I still have some planning to do but soon, it'll all fall into place."

His mother beamed, leaning over to kiss her husband on the cheek. "That's great news, honey. Maybe now you can relax and once this is all over, the four of us can go on vacation. Your father and I just left an amazing resort on the islands."

"That sounds fun. Mrs. Min. I can't wait to go. Doesn't that sound fun Yoongi?"

Yoongi nodded his head. If he was honest with himself, he'd admit that the only thing he wanted to do was to hold you. To tell you that everything was going to be okay. That he had fucked up and if he could have, responded back to all your messages. Maybe then, you wouldn't have been so compelled to see him. Whoever had you would have failed in their plan.

"Yoongi, sweetheart? Is everything okay?" His mother asked him sensing a change in his mood. Yoongi took a big sip of his drink before clearing his throat. His father watching him intently.

"I've had a long week." He stated nonchalantly. He wasn't about to tell them the news of what happened to you. The last thing he needed was their badgering responses telling him to leave it to the police. He couldn't do that and deep down he felt that you expected him to save you. He couldn't let you down.

"He's been sleeping in his office instead of in his bed for a couple days. I think he's stressing about work-" Mina chimed in. His mother instantly became worried.

"This has nothing to do with work." Yoongi's interrupted, his voice rising at her words. He didn't appreciate how weak she made him sound and incompetent in front of his father.

"Is that it, Yoongi? Do you need a break?" His mother turned to face his father in a slight panic. "Honey, this is too much. You are overworking him. He needs a break."

"No! I don't need a break and I'm not worried about the upcoming meeting. In fact, I'm more than ready to move forward with our business bringing it to a higher standpoint than before." He stated confidently.

His father smiled, raising his glass in the air in his direction. "Cheers to that."

~~~

"Well that was quite a dinner." Mina stated, fixing her hair in the sun visor mirror. She wanted to make sure she looked especially good for the rest of her plan. "It didn't go exactly how I thought it would but that's okay. It still was a good dinner."

Yoongi remained quiet as he drove. Just before he left his parent's house, he received a message from a Hoseok telling him to come over to the hospital when he was done. And that's exactly what he was going to do, after he dropped Mina off at home. He couldn't focus when she was around and sensed that she was becoming too needy for his attention. She wouldn't have been able to comprehend if he told her he needed some time away. She would have just had a fit and made the situation about her and he couldn't deal with that at the moment.

The car came to a stop in front of Mina's apartment complex. She immediately sat up, looking at him confused. She assumed that he would take her back to his house where she had decorated his bedroom for some sensual time alone and a little R&R time after. She even had his chef prepare a few dessert treats for them to feed each other. Mina planned on fucking Yoongi until sun rise. He wouldn't have looked or thought about you once the night was over.

"What are we doing here?" She asked him, already dreading his answer.

"This is your home, isn't it?" He replied smartly.

"You know this is where I fucking live, Yoongi!" She yelled back. "But that's not what I am asking you. Why are we here when I have been spending time at your house?! I thought you would be taking me back there! I had a wonderful evening planned for us!"

Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to keep his anger at bay. "Not tonight, Mina. With a lot coming up, I’d rather be alone."

Mina raised an eyebrow at him, not buying his excuse. "This is bullshit! You're a liar and you know it! You're not going to be alone! You're going to pick up that bitch you've been fucking and take her home with you!"

"And if I did, what the fuck does it have to do with you?!" Yoongi yelled back at her losing his patience.

Mina watched him get out of the car, walk around to her side, open her door, and pulled her out. He picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her to her front door. He pulled his spare key out of his pocket and opened the door, dropping her down on the couch.

"WHY HER?!" Mina screamed at the top of her lungs. "AFTER ALL I HAD DONE FOR YOU! WHY AREN'T I GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU?!"

"YOU ARE FUCKING DELUSIONAL, MINA! ALL I WANT IS A COUPLE FUCKING DAYS TO WORK! AND YOU HAVE TO BRING UP ANOTHER WOMAN! WHY DO HAVE TO MAKE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU?!"

Mina went quiet, thinking it over. Maybe she was being a little unreasonable. Ever since Yoongi was released from prison, she has been by his side. Staying at his home and greeting him when he woke up. Maybe he did need time to himself. She was being unfair saying he didn't deserve that. Especially with how hard he has been working. Mina's mood had brightened. She was sure that you were already out of the picture and Yoongi wasn't even thinking about you.

"You're right, Yoongi. I am sorry. I was out of line just now. Please have all the time you need. I'll be right here if you need me."

Yoongi didn't say another word. He angrily turned on his heels and left, slamming her front door behind him. He drove to the hospital, throwing himself in the closest chair once he made it to the room. Both Hoseok and Namjoon stared at him as if he lost his mind.

"You okay over there, buddy?" Namjoon teased. Yoongi just sighed and nodded. "Good! Like I was telling Hoseok, there were only two people who it could be."

"And who is that?"

"The person that has been targeting people you know." Hoseok answered. "Think about it. Each attack has been thoughtfully planned out so that their identity remained unknown."

"If that's the case, then how can we find him with such little information to go on?" Yoongi quizzed his friends.

"Thinking back on every incident, we can compare similarities and go from there."

Namjoon stated proudly. Yoongi thought it over.

"You said that there could be two people responsible. Who could the other one be?"

Both Hoseok and Namjoon looked at each other. "The police." They said in unison.

"The police? Why on earth would the police chief kidnap his own daughter?"

"Hear me out... What if it's not what we think? That she was kidnapped and taken to a secret hideout to keep from seeing you. That's why you haven't received a message from the kidnappers. Why message you when their main goal was to get y/n away from you."

Yoongi's face contorted into confusion. "Don't you think that's a bit extreme for a father to do to his own daughter?"

Namjoon shrugged. "She did say that after the arrested, she couldn't get in touch with anyone."

"When did she say this?" Yoongi asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, Joon. You never told me this." Hoseok chimed in.

He sighed, not liking what they were implying. Even if he flirted with you, he would never try to make a move out of respect for Yoongi. You were his woman and it would’ve been an even bigger problem if he withheld that information. "She came the night after I was shot. Apparently she snuck away but left after we heard the police coming."

"Don't you think that's something you should have shared right away? What did you guys talk about?"

"She asked about where I was shot and if I remembered who did it but she wanted to talk about you. If you were okay."

It was quiet between the three of them. Yoongi couldn't bring himself to believe that your family was involved with this. If they wanted him away, why send him a picture of you tied up?

"Have you told your parent's? What did they have say about this?" Namjoon asked.

"My father doesn't know and he's not going to know."

Yoongi refused to let his father take you missing lightly or try to convince him to do the same. Just before he left their house this evening, he had a talk with his mother. While his father as on the phone and Mina was in the car, they had a brief chat about his life and who was in it.

"It's good to see you and Mina working things out. You two are a match made in heaven." His mother clapped happily.

"Honestly, I'm not so sure anymore." He sighed. She looked at her son with a stunned look on her face.

"What are you trying to say, Yoongi?"

"Months ago, you would have been right and I would have been willing to settle down with Mina but things have changed. I am interested in someone else and my heart is slowly belonging to her." He chuckled to himself, finding it almost hard to believe. It took you getting kidnapped for him to realize that his feelings ran much deeper for you. Beside Mina, his mother only knew of one other woman who existed in his life.

"Really Yoongi? You're going to throw away all the years with Mina for her? Nobody will accept that."

He turned to look at her. "Will you accept it if it was my decision? I don't care about the world's opinions. All that matters to me is that my blood accepts who I love and settle down with, whether it's with Mina or not."

"Are you telling me you love this girl?"

"All I'm saying is you shouldn't judge her because of her father's title. She really is a good person if you got to know her."

His mother stared hard him, reading his expression. When he introduced her to Mina, she adored the young woman. She was beautiful and stood by his side whenever something happened with the family. Her heart broke at the news of them splitting and hoped one day that they would get back together. Now he was asking her to consider you as a love interest in his life instead. His mother took a deep breath. She loved Yoongi more than her next breath and was willing to do anything he asks.

"So when will I meet her?" She smiled.

Yoongi shook away the recent memory. He told his mother everything and convinced her not to tell his father until you were found. She agreed and even decided to help by squeezing information out him about the enemies of the family or any other strange coincidences she remembered.

He smiled to himself before standing to his feet. "Keep thinking and let me know what you come up with. I'm about to head to the club and make a few calls."

~~~~~

You hugged yourself tightly, trying to gain warmth as you sat in the corner of a dark room on the cold floor. You were only dressed in your bra and underwear and you were exhausted and your body was weak. It was a struggle to even keep your eyes open but you managed to do so for safety reasons. You were scared to fall asleep after what they did to you a couple hours ago.

After you were beaten unconscious, you awoke to a powerful jolt to your body. Your head ached, your face felt stiff, and you could only see out of one of your eyes. For a second, you thought you had gone blind but Snake bragged that your eye was just swollen shut. He then went on to tell you that because you ran away, he had a special treat for you: shock therapy. He even removed your pants so that you could feel every bolt to your skin. At first, he shocked you when you failed to answer the questions he asked, which were all about Yoongi's life. But then he got a kick out of the way you screamed and cried that he began electrocuting you for fun. He did this over and over until your body couldn't take anymore and passed out from the pain.

When you awoke the second time, he brought a meal to you which consisted of a burger, fries, and drink. Since you hadn't eaten since breakfast, you greedily swallowed down the food with Snake's cold eyes watching your every move. The moment you finished eating, he had someone hold you down as he delivered punch after punch to your stomach until you barfed up every bite you'd taken. He even went as far as to force you to eat again but it only made you throw up and begged him to stop. You were spent and so was he. You were placed in a small room with no bed and a tiny window for the night. You were left shaking up and jittery. Any small noise you heard put you on high alert.

The light from the sunrise was brightening up the room. You sniffed, wiping away tears. The entire night, you had thanked God for the life he allowed you to have and asked him to look after your loved ones once you were gone. You now knew that your life was coming to an end. That you wouldn't be leaving there alive. You haven't even been there a full day and you already chose to give up. There was no way that you could survive being subjected to this kind of treatment for days on end.

You took a deep breath; resting your head on your knees and shutting your eyes finally letting sleep consume you. But your escape from reality was short lived when the door flew open and in walked one of Snake's men. You jumped from fright, scurrying further against the wall as you could go.

"Get up!" He commanded.

You tried standing to your feet but were too weak to do so. Your legs trembled before giving out and body fell back on the floor. He came further into the room and held you up by your waist, carrying you out. Snake's smile widened when he saw you but that only made you even more scared. He had ordered his men to strap you down to a chair and tie your mouth as he brought in two people he held captive like you. A man and a woman. The woman was held down by his men while the male was left on the floor while Snake circled around him.

"Where is it?" He asked the man.

"I gave you everything I had, Snake."

"I gave you fifty thousand dollars worth of drugs. For the amount you sold them for, I should of had close to ninety thousand back. Instead I only received seventy five thousand. Where's my money?"

"That's all of it, sir. There isn't any more. If you let us go, I promise to get you the rest of the money."

Snake laughed. "I doubt you could get me fifteen thousand dollars in the time span that I want." He walked closer to the girl. She shunned away from him in fear. "Your girlfriend might be an exception though. I could rent her out for a thousand a pop. But would you want her back after her pussy has been ran through by multiple dudes?"

"P-Please leave her out of this. I told you I would get you the money."

"What if I don't want the money? What if all I want is to ride your girlfriend and make you watch?" Snake stated leaning closer to her face. The entire time you were watching, your heart was thumping in your chest.

"Please don't hurt her. She has nothing to do with this."

"That's right, she doesn't." He walked away and back into the man's face. Snake pulled out the same knife he threatened you with and aim it the man. He was about to stab him but the man's girlfriend screamed out.

"NO WAIT! I know where the money is! Please don't hurt him!" She cried. Snake smiled and addressed her.

"Where is it?"

"It's in our apartment. In a suitcase in the closet. I'm sorry, baby."

The man hung his head in shame. Snake snapped at two of his men who left the room. He turned his attention back to the man. In one swift move, he kicked the man in his face sending him falling to the floor.

"One thing I can't stand is a liar and you just looked me in my face and lied to me. The levels of disrespect are unbelievable." He kicked him again in the stomach and also in the face. The man grunted in pain at each blow. His girlfriend cried out for him and you also had tears running down your face. "Let her go." He commanded.

You watched as the woman ran to her boyfriend, holding him in her arms. Over and over she apologized to him, begging him for forgiveness. He held her waist, looking up in her eyes. He made sure she knew how much he loved her before Snake snatched him away, dragging the knife across his neck in a deep gash. You quickly shut your eyes not wanting to see the graphic scene. Your muffled cries caught in the cloth around your mouth. Snake forced your eyes back open with his fingers, holding both lids open. Blood spilled everywhere as his body fell to the ground. His girlfriend screamed out as she held onto his bloody body not caring that she was getting it on herself. Eventually his body went limb and you knew he was dead.

"Get her out of here and disposed of his body." Snake ordered as he untied you. "Today's your lucky day, doll face."

He dragged you into another room that only had a table and chair inside. He pulled out a phone, playing on it for a few minutes before dialing a number and putting it to his ear.

~~~~~

Yoongi had just ended the call from his mother. She provided him a few names and he and Hoseok were going to on their way to check it out. Suddenly a message was sent to his phone. He opened it and it was a picture of you. His heart raced at the sight. Your shirt was gone and you were in the fetal position holding yourself in pain. His reaction earned a concerned expression from Hoseok who had been trying to talk to him. Just as he shared the picture, an unknown number appeared on the screen. Yoongi answered immediately, hoping it was who he thought it was.

"Min."

"How much is she worth to you?" Yoongi's anger began to boil at the question.

"She means a lot."

"Give me a numerical value. Thousands? Hundred-thousands? Millions?"

"She doesn't have a price."

"Oh yes she does. Perhaps your entire estate?" Snake boasted, while Yoongi bit his tongue. It wouldn't help if he let his anger get the best of him. "That's the price of her head. I want a list of your transactions, your partners, locations, everything!"

There was no way in hell that he was giving up that kind of information. Yoongi knew he had to think hard to outsmart whoever was on his line. He wasn't going to allow him to win.

"Why don't you think it all over and I'm gonna help persuade your answer." Snake stated before it went quiet and he heard a familiar soft voice on the phone.

"Yoongi..." you sniffed. He tried to remain calm hearing the distress in your voice.

"Y/n, are you okay? Did they hurt you?"

"Yes... but I'm okay." Yoongi briefly closed his eyes, trying to think.

"Listen to me. If there is anything you can remember, anything about the kidnappers or the location, tell me. Tell me anything."

You tried to think but were becoming too overwhelmed. Your fear and anxiety were taking over. "They're going to kill me, aren't they?" You suddenly cried. "This is it! I'm dead!"

"Baby, listen to me! I won't let them go that far. I swear to you, you will be safe but I need you to help me out." He listening as you continued to cry, feeling his own anxieties rise because he couldn't comfort you. "Now I'm going to ask you questions. Respond by saying 'yes' or 'no', okay?"

"Okay." You sobbed, looking up at Snake. He was standing over you yet his attention was watching his men clean up. You had no choice but to whisper.

"Is there more than five men in the room?"

"Yes but they are in th-the other room."

"Do you know where you are? Does anything look familiar?"

"No, I tried to escape but h-he caught me."

"The main guy that's doing all the talking, did anybody mention his name?"

"Yes."

Yoongi's heart was beating rapidly in his chest. This may be his chance to find out who was holding you captive. "Do you remember his name?"

"Yes."

"That's great, baby! You're doing great. Now, does his name start with a letter 'A-J'?"

"No."

"K-T"

"Yes. His name is..."

"Times up, doll face. Take her back to the room." Snake motioned his men. He reached out, grabbing your arm and snatching the phone out of your hand. You screamed and cried for Yoongi to save you as the guys dragged you away. "I'm sorry, Min, but your time is up. We will speak again."

Yoongi listened in horror as you screamed for him before the line went dead. A few minutes later, he received a message to his phone. It was another picture of you tied up. This one showed just how hurt you were, you were lying on the ground, passed out. Your eye was swollen shut and the color of dark purple, your lip was busted, he could see a cut on your head as well as specs of blood around your face, and you had pink and purple bruises decorating your body. He let out a deep sigh, slamming his phone down on the table.

He fell back in his chair with his eyes closed. They were hurting you and he couldn't stop them. At least not at that moment but he sworn to himself that when he found out who did it, he would bring them unimaginable pain. He eyes slowly opened, his eyes searching the ceiling as he thought of people whose names began with the letters 'K' through 'T'. For the first time, Hoseok didn't know what to say to his best friend. He knew nothing he said would make a difference or help the situation so he remained silent. His heart went out to you and hoped that you stayed strong.

Yoongi's thoughts were cut short when the sound of his phone rung out in the room. He wasn't ready to make a decision at that moment but he answered nonetheless.

"Min." His worries increased when he realized it was his mother crying on the phone. "Mom! What's going on?"

Yoongi and Hoseok raced to the hospital, practically running down the hallway until he spotted his mother in the waiting room. When she saw him, she got up and hugged him tight. She informed him that his father suddenly collapsed in his study. Yoongi's head was spinning and wondered what it could be. So much was happening in such a short period of time. He prayed that his father wasn't attacked and wouldn't be taken from him like his brother and so did his mother. They all waited for a doctor to tell them an update and after an hour they didn't have to wait any longer.

"Mrs. Min?" She quickly stood; both males right behind her. "It appears that your husband had suffered a mild heart attack-"

"Oh my God! Please tell me that he is okay."

"He's fine. We were able to stabilize him the moment he arrived but he will need a few days worth of rest before he could be released."

They all breathed a sigh of relief. "Of course. Do you know what caused him to have one? My husband is a healthy man."

"It could be related to stress. Has anything been bothering him or made him worry a lot?"

Yoongi and his mother exchanged looks. "Work. He has been quite occupied with work."

"Try talking to him about going on a vacation. It could save his life."

"Could we see him?" Yoongi asked.

"Go right in but I must advise you to let him rest."

When they entered the room, his father was awoke and staring out of the window. Yoongi's mother took the seat closet to the bed while he and Hoseok stood at the end. She lightly tapped him on the arm.

"What were you thinking scaring me like that?"

He chuckled. "I promise it wasn't on purpose. In fact, I feel better than ever."

"I don't think so! The doctor said that you needed rest and that's exactly what you are getting. And the moment you get out, you are resting at home. No work!"

"I will rest the moment I walk out of that meeting."

"You are unbelievable." She rolled her eyes, smiling at his stubborn ways. She held on to his hand, rubbing her thumb against his skin for comfort.

"Glad to see you are doing well, dad." Yoongi spoke up and he meant that. Despite the odds they were in, he wasn't ready for his father to leave this world and go to the next. Especially not at a time like this.

"Thank you, son. It was just a false alarm. No need to worry about me. Why don't you go home and get some rest. The meeting is only a couple days away; I need you in top shape."

He was hesitant but nodded. "I'll be back to see you tomorrow."

After dropping Hoseok at his car, Yoongi decided to head home instead of the club, replaying the phone call in his head. Someone knows of him but not enough to take over his business. To Yoongi, this seemed more like an amateur job. It's seemed like something Frankie would do to get under his good graces. Yoongi narrowed his eyes. Did this mean someone kidnapped you as a way to boast or brag? To try and show off for an even bigger audience? Since Yoongi was the biggest mobster around, whom else could have that kind of power?

~~~~~

You watched as the sun set out of the window. It was finally quiet after the commotion earlier. Snake had hit and threaten you a couple times to calm down before locking you away in the room. Unfortunately, you heard the screams and cries of the girlfriend as he raped her repeatedly. You covered your ears as her voice got louder before all sounds stopped. Suddenly the door opened and she was thrown inside with you before the door shut and locked, leaving you as a prisoner but this time with a roommate.

Feeling helpless to her needs, you did the only thing you could think of. You held her head in your lap, stroking her hair as she cried to you. You took a deep breath scared of what to say. She just witnessed her boyfriend's death and to make matters worse, she was still covered in his blood.

"I-It'll be okay. I know we will get out of here alive." You comforted.

"No it's not. We're both dead!" She sobbed. "He's gone! I can't believe he was just taken from me."

You hesitated but you were curious to know. "I'm sorry about your boyfriend, but why did he take the money." She sat up, rubbed her eyes, and looked at you.

"He was my fiancé. He wanted out of the business and wanted to start over. Live a clean life where he wasn't selling drugs. We kept the fifteen thousand to run away together. We were about to leave today but they took us." Her tears started back up again as she cried in her palms. "How am I supposed to go on without him? I'm pregnant."

You gasped from shock, tears streaming down your face at the news. She was just assaulted and she was pregnant. You shook your head hoping the ground suddenly open up and swallowed Snake. You wanted him to rot in hell for all eternity. Something deep within you ignited and your will to survive increased. You were going to make it out and you were going to take her with you.

"Listen to me. We are going to get out and you're going to leave and take care of your child, okay?" She nodded, wiping away her tears.

"Thank you. I needed that."

You both spend the next couple minutes trying to lighten the mood by discussing plans once you were out. Even with her fiancé gone, she still wanted to get away and move to another country. You assured her she was but not before Snake tasted the karma of his victims.

As you thought him dying every way possible, the door opened up and two of Snake's men entered the room. One grabbed you while the other grabbed her and dragged you both out. The girl started was screaming and crying and you were also worried. Who knew what Snake was going to do this time?

You were dropped hard on the floor as she was carried over to him. She was gently placed on the floor, staring nervously at him. Snake reached out and held her face. He smiled as he leaned forward and kissed her lips. Your heart was beating so fast, you thought you eventually flat line.

"I guess I wasn't being fair earlier when I killed your boyfriend. I got my money but now he's dead. What do you expect me to do now?"

She sniffed. "I wanna go home. We both want to go home. Just let us go." Snake slowly nodded, turning away from her. The light beamed off of an object he picked up. Realizing what was happening; you got up and ran towards them only to be grabbed by one of his men.

"NO! LEAVE HER ALONE! SHE'S PREGNANT!" You cried at the top of your lungs, drawing both of their attention.

Snake smiled. "Is that so?" He turned his attention back towards the woman in front of him and in one quick movement of the arm, stabbed her in the stomach. She gasped from shock, looking up with a pleading look before falling to her knees. "Not anymore."

You screamed as you wiggled out of his arms and ran to her.

"No, no, no, NO!" You cried as you tried to put pressure on the wound to keep the blood in. Her eyes slowly opened and closed as she was losing consciousness.

"She was a liability, doll face. I had no choice but to kill her. Now she and her baby can be with her pathetic boyfriend."

You held her in your arms until her movement became stiff and her body became cold. You sniffed coming to the conclusion that this place was going to be your tomb. It didn't matter if Yoongi gave him what he wanted. Snake was going to kill you. All the torturing was leading up to this moment.

~~~~~

Jimin got out of car, walking up to his front door. A bald-headed man waiting for him before they walked inside together. He walked inside his living room and kicked off his shoes, propping his feet up. Jimin was exhausted and was ready to pass out. He blamed his father. Why did he have to retire so soon? Just when he shut his eyes, he heard the voice of his right hand man, Un Ujin.

Jimin looked up at the older man. He was in his mid-thirties and was a former trained mercenary, a walking deadly weapon to those that knew him. He came to work for Mr. Park after he took care of Ujin's dying father. Now that Jimin's father was gone, he asked Ujin to look after Jimin and be of an assist to him.

"Master Jimin, Yom Bae has called over a dozen times today. Says he has something to show you and has been trying to get in touch with you." Jimin let that marinate in his head before he groaned to himself, standing to his feet.

"Alright. Where is he?" Ujin nodded his head back knowing that Jimin would get the hint. Both men walked towards the back of the mansion, out passed the property, and into his warehouse. He pushed the main doors open and walked inside. "What do you want now, Snake?"

All eyes were on a group of men that walked through the door. Snake was in the middle of teaching you another lesson when the hits sudden stopped. Your attention was also pulled to the new edition but only one face stuck out to you the most.

"Y/n?" Jimin stated in shock.

"Jimin?..." you mumbled breathlessly.

Your body started acting on its own accord. You got up and ran over to him, throwing your head into his chest and tightly wrapping your arms around his waist. You weren't sure if he was a part of your mistreatment but all you knew was that you needed to feel something familiar. You cried to him, unintentionally smearing blood on his clean clothes. His arms closed around you in a warm embrace as he looked around.

It only took a second for Jimin to register what he was seeing. Blood was everywhere, it smelled of rotting corpses, and there was one of his key workers beating a girl senseless. And that girl happened to be you.

"What the fuck is going on? What is all this?" He asked angrily.

Snake swallowed hard before answering. "But boss, this was the surprise. Once we had Min Yoongi's girlfriend then we could once again take control of the city by overthrowing him."

Jimin couldn't believe what he was hearing. "She is the police chief's daughter, you fucking moron! Do you know the trouble you had just caused for us?!"

He wasn't aware of who you were after meeting you the first few times and only found out after it all broke on the news. Jimin was shocked but he was even more surprised that you were here on his property. He stepped forward about to give Snake a beating of his life but your grip tightened even more, stopping him. Jimin looked down into your face. You had a large cut on the side of your head and he could see the fear in your eyes as you stared back at him.

"Please... please don't leave me alone." You sobbed. He pulled you close to him, turning to Ujin.

"Capture Snake and all of his men. Once I have taken care of her, we will be back."

"What do you want done with them?"

Jimin thought it over. "I want them skinned alive." Ujin nodded, motioning Jimin's men to capture them.

"BUT, SIR! I did this for you!" Snake said in fear.

"How could you possibly know this was what I wanted?"

The three of you walked away and back towards Jimin's house. Halfway along the way, you couldn't walk anymore and fell to the ground. He picked you up bridal style and carried you the rest of the way. "Ujin, call for a doctor." He ordered.

Once inside, he called for his maid to take care of you until the doctor came. She washed, clothes, and fed you in one of the many bedrooms in the home. Jimin stood by the bedside as his doctor checked you over. He bandaged your head, cleaned any scars you had and provided you with an ointment for your bruises.

Both of them stepped away, allowing you to rest in bed.

"How is she?"

"She has a mild concussion and a very high fever." The doctor shook his head. "She must have been through a nightmare. But the good news is that all of her other cuts aren't infected and the swelling around her eye should return to normal. Just let her rest as much as possible. I will be back within a week to check up on her but until then, I made a note for different medicines and treatments for her."

"Thank you." Jimin stated shaking his hand.

Once the doctor had left, Jimin ordered the maid to look after you and provide you with whatever you needed as he and Ujin walked back to the warehouse. His men had Snake and all of his men involved, hanging by their hands from the ceiling like meat in a meat freezer. They grunted in pain as the blood rushed from their arms. All of them were stripped naked, completing the look.

Jimin picked up a metal pipe and walked closer.

"Let's start from the beginning. Tell me what happened."

"I got a call. A man told me that he had planned to help us take over the city and get rid of Min Yoongi. He asked was I interested." Snake began.

"And you agreed?" Jimin asked appalled. He nodded, feeling the pain of the pipe against his abdomen causing him to cry out in pain. "Mistake number one. Continue..."

"W-We met at a discreet location. A black truck pulled up and a guy handed her to me. He told me that it would work because she was Min Yoongi's lover. All we had to do was get her to release information about his operation."

"How long have you had her captive?" Jimin asked, circling around him.

"Two days but-" Another hit came to the lower side of his back.

"Tell me what did you do to her?"

Snake was scared to answer. Ever since you been under his control, he unleashed nothing but pain onto you. "I.. uh... I drowned her-" *hit* "I... electrocuted her-" *hit* "I... beat... her-" *hit*

Snake continued and for everything he did to you, he received a knocking from Jimin. He talked until he was coughing up blood. He was in extreme pain and wanted it all to end.

"Now tell me, who delivered her to you?" Snake thought very hard on the description of the man but came up empty handed. He didn't know who he was and now regretted ever doing business with him.

"I... don't know, sir." He thought he was going to get hit again and closed his eyes before impact but it never came. Jimin handed the pipe to Ujin.

"Make sure they are disposed of properly."

Jimin left Ujin to take care of Snake and his men. After all, that was his specialty. He walked to his house and up the stairs where you slept. He pulled up a large chair close to the bed and fell back in it. He knew that trauma went hand in hand with torture and wanted to be there the moment you woke.

~~~

You heard the loud roaring sound of a machine. It frightened you, yet you couldn't open your eyes. Little by little, you felt a sharp pain to your leg then suddenly warmness and then the pain was gone. The same thing happened to your other leg as well as to your arms. Finally, once you were able to open your eyes, you noticed that your limbs had been hacked off. You screamed out in pain but mostly from fright.

"HELP ME! PLEASE SAVE ME!"

Blood filled your mouth and soon your vision went back out. Your body started convulsing but soon you realized that you were being shaken awoke.

"Y/N!" Jimin yelled, clutching you face until you were able to focus on him. "It's going to be okay, alright? It was just a nightmare."

You begin to cry and he held you close to his chest, for who knows how long, until you were able to calm down. The warmth of his body and his gentile touch is what initially distracted you from the thoughts of your nightmare. It was then that you realized it was also morning. The bright sunlight allowed you to see your surroundings much clearer. Jimin had gotten up and stood by your side.

"Try not to stress yourself. Try to take it easy today."

You looked around before staring at him. "Where am I?"

"My house."

"How did I end up at your house?"

"It turns out that you were being held captive at one of my warehouses." Just the mention of what happened in that place made your spine stiff and your blood run cold.

"What about-"

"Snake is gone. You don't have to worry about him or anyone else hurting you."

Your head began to spin. So much was happening in such a small amount of time and it was hard for you to process it all. You gripped your head, feeling a bit lightheaded. When you looked at Jimin, his eyes were already on you, reading your every move. There were so many questions that you wanted to ask him.

"Jimin... who are you?" He smiled that charming smile of his and chuckled lightly.

"I have questions for you as well but now is not the time to talk about it." He walked to the door. "I'll have my maid bring you something to eat and then you can take your medicine and rest." You nodded, lying back in bed.

It went on like that for days. Jimin nursed you back to health and was there to hold you when you were feeling overwhelmed. He slept by your bedside until you began sleeping through the entire night without waking up in tears. You were extremely grateful for him being there and taking care of you. While you were there, you wondered what everyone else was up to.

~~~~~

Yoongi was restless. It had been days since he heard from you or the kidnappers. He couldn't barely eat or focus on his work. Sleeping was definitely out of the question. He couldn't rest knowing that someone was out there hurting you. Not to mention Hyolyn had been calling him twice a day about an updated. He visited every place or person he thought could have done this but each time, he came up empty handed. He wasn't any further with information than he was a couple days ago and now was the day of the meeting. For a couple of hours, he had to clear his mind and focus only on the business.

He fixed his blazer jacket on his shoulders as he looked at himself in the mirror, checking out his appearance. There was a knock at his door.

"Mr. Yoongi, the car your father sent for you have arrived." His butler said through the door.

"Be there in a minute."

Yoongi left soon after, climbing inside the car next to his father. They rode in silence all the way to a small restaurant they had rented out specifically for this meeting.

"This is a big day, son. Are you ready?"

"More than you know."

They got out of the car and walked inside where they were greeted by all their partners and other crime leaders. Once everyone was settled in, Yoongi's father stood to address the congregation.

"Thank you for coming. This get-together was set up to discuss any concerns you may have about the way we do business. Today and today only is the time to put everything out on the table."

A small chatter amongst the guests erupted until someone stood up to make themselves known and heard. "I can only speak for myself and what I have to bring to the table. I have no problem with our current contract but I am rather confused on how to proceed knowing that Mr. Min Yoongi is involved with a pig's daughter."

His father spoke up. "Was involved. But now I can assure you that it is over and he is ready to put his mind back into work. Let me state that my son's intentions for being with her was to obtain police information that could benefit us. Unfortunately, his was arrested and the scandal was made public before he could make a move forward."

The murmuring grew louder. Yoongi sat leaning over in his seat with his hand rubbing his face. At first glance it looked as though he was taking in everyone's reaction but at a closer glance, they would have notice him grinding his teeth together in anger. He didn't expect his father to use what was told to him as a way to get approval from their peers. His encounter with you was nobody's business and certainly nobody's gain. He was ashamed that he had even mentioned it. Jimin watched Yoongi's reaction very closely, trying to keep his own anger down. They were using you as a pawn and he didn't appreciate it. Apparently the Min family wanted to sweep your involvement with Yoongi under the rug while gaining respect of others.

Someone else spoke up. "That was bold move to make and definitely your style but in the end, you came out empty handed. In my opinion, if all you wanted was sex, you could have got it from someone who didn't have a chance of ruining your reputation. You're young and your actions are bold and impulsive. Which is why I'm withdrawing my contributions and partnering with the Park Empire."

Yoongi had enough. He stood, slamming his hands down on the table top earning everyone's attention. The entire room was quiet allowing him a moment to speak.

"This isn't about me. This isn't about the police chief's daughter. Base off whatever reason, if you want to end our contract then go ahead and do it. The Min cartel is one of the biggest syndicates around. I assure you that our losses will only turn into gain. We will only become much stronger than before. With that being said, my encounter with her wasn't exactly a complete waste. While behind bars, I had exchanged words with the one and only Kang Joowon." Yoongi glanced around, taking notice of the worried expressions painted over their faces. "He had told me that he was planning on taking over the city and we all know what that means; everyone is bankrupt or slaves to his plan." People began expressing their concerns, one after the other.

"That good for nothing will get even richer and keep the money for himself."

"We don't stand a chance if Kang Joowon is released."

"I refuse to worship that devil."

Yoongi's father stood to his feet next to his son. "Clearly our focus has been on the wrong issue. For now let's focus on our upcoming transactions. I will personally look in this matter with Kang Joowon."

~~~~~

Jimin came home to you chatting with the maid while preparing lunch. He smiled at your appearance. You were looking more and more like your old self. You were tired of lying around acting like a mental case. You wanted to do something special for Jimin as a way to show your thanks so you helped out as much as you could around his house.

"Good afternoon, Master Jimin. Lunch will be ready in a moment."

"No need to rush, Ms. Jones. In fact, y/n and I will be eating our lunch on the veranda." He smiled at you and you smiled back.

Within minutes, you both were seated outside, enjoying the view and the weather. Occasionally, you kept stealing glances in his direction, watching as the wind gently blew his blonde hair out of his face. He was quite a stunning man. Very well mannered for his profession. You were sure he had hundreds of ladies lined up to be where you are sitting.

"I think it's long overdue that we have our talk. Whaddaya say?" He asked and you nodded in agreement. After staying with at his house, there was so much that you wanted to ask him. While he was away, your conversations with Ms. Jones were very enlightening.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were a mobster?"

"I'm a very private person. I like to keep a low profile. Going around telling people what I do for a living would not only scare the shit out of them but also gain the attention of the police."

"I don't know what to say and to be honest; I'm still shocked about it."

Jimin chuckled. "Trust me; I didn't do this because I wanted to."

"Then why are you doing it?"

"My father suddenly wanted to retire and since I am an only child, l inherited everything including his estate. I was resentful at first but I guess you can say that I'm use to it now." It was quiet between the two of you before Jimin spoke. "Now it's my turn. What's the deal with you and Min Yoongi?" You had frozen your movements, shifting nervously in your seat. He watched you intently.

"What do you mean?"

"I know you two aren't together but how did that situation happen?"

"It's a long story but we ended up meeting at his club. Meeting him wasn't the most pleasant experience but we started hanging out regularly and..." You shrugged, thinking back on how far you and Yoongi had come.

"So when we first met, it was him you were crying over."

"It wasn't him exactly. It was something that happened at work that he had caused."

Jimin watched as you tried to shake away the memory and returned to eating. He had to admit that you were a beautiful woman with a kind heart. And yet, you belonged to a man like Min Yoongi.

"Do you love him?" He asked. You looked up from your plate trying to think of how to explain it.

"Yes..." You quickly changed your answer. "No..." You paused, thinking it over before putting your head in your hands. "I don't know. It's a complicated situation. I want to love him but I don't know if he'll let me. Yoongi's not the easiest person to talk to."

"I know." Jimin agreed, rolling his eyes. "I've tried to do business with him. In fact, we were in the same meeting this morning."

You gasped. "You didn't tell him I was with you, did you?" Jimin shook his head.

"Not unless you want me to but I do think you should talk to him. He probably thinks you're still missing." Even Jimin, himself, was a bit nervous. The last thing he needed was a war to break out between him and Yoongi if he found out where you were.

"Please just give me a few days. I just need time to really take a step back and think about what I want."

In reality, the torture opened your mind to all the dangers that could happen to you if you stayed with Yoongi. You weren't sure if this was something you could deal with occasionally. You knew that you were already a target and could end up dead if the next person kidnapped you, depending on how they were feeling.

"Stay as long as you like but just a heads up, I am meeting with him tomorrow. There's something important I need to discuss with him."

~~~

Jimin was seated at his favorite restaurant waiting on Yoongi to arrive. He wanted to come alone but just to make sure a fight didn't break out, Ujin was sitting a couple feet away. Twenty minutes exactly, Yoongi's all black car pulled into the parking lot. He got out and headed inside, looking for someone with now blonde hair. He took a seat opposite from him.

"Min."

"Park." Yoongi countered.

"You're looking well." Jimin stated sarcastically but in all actuality, Yoongi looked terrible. He hadn't shaved in days and he looked exhausted from lack of sleep. Jimin could only guess why.

"Cut the shit, Jimin! I'm a very busy man and I don't have time for games."

"I'm just trying to lighten the mood for what's to come. How about we order something to drink and eat some food?" Jimin reached for the menu but Yoongi had enough. He stood to leave but only made it a couple feet before he heard Jimin speak again. "Y/n... she's an acquaintance of yours, isn't she?" Yoongi quickly turned to look at him and if looks could kill, Jimin would be a dead man. He walked back over and took a seat.

"If you know something-"

"I know plenty. Now the real question is, are you ready to listen?" Yoongi sat there staring a hole into Jimin waiting for him to continue. "I found her. She-"

"Where is she?"

"She's fine, trust me."

"Don't fuck with me, Jimin. I want to know where she is right now!"

"Before I disclose that information, I need to know what's going on."

Yoongi leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "What do you mean?"

"Y/n was delivered to one of my men by an unknown source. I want to know who that is."

"So who was it?" Yoongi asked and now it was Jimin's turn to be confused.

"What?"

"One of your guys tortured her and demanded information on my estate. Who was it?"

"His name was Snake but I handled it."

"Handled it how?!"

"He's dead. All of his men are dead also."

Yoongi scoffed. "That's not enough."

"And what would you have like for me to do, huh? Bring him over so you could do the exact same thing? He was a deadman nonetheless."

It was quiet between the two as they both thought it all over.

"So where is she?"

"She's at my house." Jimin admitted.

"I want to see her."

"That I can't allow." Yoongi raised an eyebrow, daring him to repeat that again. "You can't see her and those are from her own words. She needs time so just give her three days. We will meet and I will have her back to you."

"Time for what?"

"I don't know. Maybe time to think about all she's been through. You and I both know that this kind of life isn't fit for everyone. Traumatic experiences take time to heal."

It honestly hurt Yoongi to hear that you didn't want to see him after your ordeal. His lifestyle wasn't the easiest to deal with and he secretly hoped that you weren't backing out. But he agreed to give you three days before he came and got you.

"With that out of the way, let's discuss our unknown dealer. That delivery paints a target on my back with both you and the police. You, being that y/n is your lover and the police because she is the chief's daughter. Now I want to know what you know."

~~~

Jimin entered the bedroom, walking closer to the bed that you were lying on. You were on your stomach, reading a novel that you had taken from his library. You had been anxious all day and needed something to distract you while he was away. When you spotted him you smiled, sitting up on your knees.

"So how did it go?"

"It went better than I thought it would."

"That's good to hear."

"I also told him you were here."

"What?! Why?!" You panicked, thinking Yoongi could show up at any second.

"Don't worry, I told him to give you a few days to get your thoughts together and he agreed." He reached for the cream on the nightstand. "Here, let me put some on you before bed."

You turned your back towards him, lifting the shirt over your head and off. You figured there's was no point in getting shy after he had already seen you in nothing but your bra and panties. Jimin poured the thick liquid over your back to rub onto your skin.

"What will happen once the few days are up?"

"We will drive to a meeting spot where I will give you to him."

You took a deep breath hoping that once that day comes, Yoongi would be warmer towards you. You don't think you could continue dealing with his cold demeanor. You both remained quiet as he rubbed the medicine into your skin.

Jimin stared at your bare back as it glowed from the candlelight. It was now free of bruises and soft to the touch. Very lightly, he moved his fingers across you back, listening as you took in a light breath from his touch. Jimin had never seen a woman so vulnerable and for you, he wanted to take away all the pain you had experienced. Before he could stop himself, he was leaning in and his lips brushed against the back of your shoulder. You gasped, turning around to face him. His eyes stared at you with lust and his lips parted and he breathed through his mouth. Your eyes stared at his lips.

"Jimin..." you breathed out.

Your eyes slowly closed as he leaned in and kissed your lips. They were as soft as you'd imagined and plumped against yours. He took the lead, gaining control of the kiss as his hand came up to cup your chin. His lips parted and the warm wetness of his tongue licked over your bottom lip. Accepting his request, you opened your mouth allowing him to deepen the kiss. He slowly laid you on your back as his lips continued to connect with yours passionately. His clothed chest pressed against your bare one and your legs spread to accommodate his body, your hands holding on to his sides. You moaned into his mouth, slowly enjoying the feeling and his hardening bulge rubbing against your clothed center. His lips moved from your mouth and to your neck. There, he licked and sucked your skin into his mouth, listening as your sweet voice grew louder. In return, you rotated your hips up against his wanting to feel more of his thick girth. Before Jimin could taste more of you, he suddenly stopped. He lifted his head to stare down at your face. His eyes tracing over every detail. You were so beautiful and even though you only been with him a few days, he already felt drawn to you. Wanting you more than he knew you were ready to offer. He sighed shaking his head.

"What's wrong?" You asked confused.

"I'm sorry, y/n. I can't do this. This is wrong." He said, getting up to sit back on his knees.

"Why? How is it wrong?"

"As much as I want to and have this victory over Min, you're my friend and I can't take advantage of you like that."

"But you're not taking advantage of me." You weren't sure what you were even saying at that moment. You just want the comfort of someone.

"I took advantage of your vulnerability. Your mind and body is weak and you are too fragile at the moment. The last thing I need you doing is waking up regretting what you had just done. I'll leave you to you rest."

Jimin left the room, standing outside of the door. He wanted nothing more than to take you into his arms and make love all night. Somehow, he found the strength within himself to walk away.

~

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Figure My Heart Out

I prompted myself a little fic about the group seeing The Ferryman on the readers birthday and her being excited over Fra Fee. They all head to a bar, reader gets talking to Fra about his work and Tom gets jealous. It was only supposed to be a short fic when I had no requests. It turned into 3410 words, oops. Oh, and I forgot to make Tom jealous, he’s just cute instead. I promise I’ll get onto my requests asap! TGC playlist can be found here. Title credit; Heart Out by The 1975

“She’s just unbelievable, I’m gonna be late at this rate,” Y/N stressed down the phone, her unusually calm best friend on the receiving end staying stoic for the duration of the young girls meltdown, “Jack’s just texted me and - get this - they’re all early, like what the actual fuck?”

Hannah snickered down the phone, all too aware of the groups track record, “I hate to be sympathetic towards the men, but you did turn down the offer of a lift to the restaurant.” “Yes, thank you Hannah, for pointing that tragic decision out to me, it’s good to know I can count on you in my hour of need.” She hissed, causing more of an amused reaction from her so called ‘friend’. “Well, my little aged drama queen, it’s your lucky day -” “I highly doubt that, and this 'aged' one only has 4 months on you,“ Y/N muttered as she threw the essential cosmetic items into her small red Gucci disco bag and pulled on her black rose print blouse. The few small buttons fastened down the center of the blouse and she arranged it to avoid showing off more than was appropriate. “- I’m 2 minutes away, I predicted your sister’s behaviour and I knew she’d rob you of the whole day no matter how persistent you were probably being, so be ready.” Y/N audibly sighed in relief before sitting on the edge of her unmade bed. Sometimes she was blindsided by how kind hearted her friends could really be, it didn’t matter how godawful her day was going or how stressed she had become, they were always on hand, ready to step in and relieve her from falling apart. “Have I told you lately that I love you and that you’re my best gal pal?” “You may have mentioned it once or twice. Right angelface, I’ll be there asap, so wipe away any mascara marks, get your lippy on and I’ll see you in a few.” “Thanks Han.” The phone was flung onto the bed a moment after Hannah had pressed end on the call and Y/N hastened to fasten the shoes that had been sat on her feet unattended to for the past fifteen minutes.

Fifteen minutes after pick up, the two girls arrived at the restaurant just past Piccadilly Circus underground, a decision Y/N had made based on the location of the theatre for the evenings performance of The Ferryman. She looked on in awe at the sight of her close friends, all of whom she’d only met within the past year, standing from their table with a plethora of balloons and decorations. “Jesus Christ, look at the bloody state of that,” despite her words, Y/N giggled at how thoughtful they had been and the effort made just for her birthday. She wasn’t sure what made her so special but she appreciated it all the same, the love and attention for her even though she always assumed everyone still viewed her as ‘Tom’s sisters best friend’. “Delightful isn’t it?” Her best friend patted her back and waved at the group, pushing the older girl forward towards their party. A round of hugs were exchanged, more ‘Happy Birthday’s than she physically knew how to cope with and a dozen cheek kisses before she could even take her seat between Jack and Harry and directly opposite a relaxed Fionn. Y/N crinkled her eyebrows and surveyed the group, “Wait, is it my birthday or something?” they all began to laugh and snicker at the small joke before she took a sip of the drink that apparently Aneurin so kindly bought for her. She raised it in acknowledgement to the Welsh man and smiled, “Thank you sweetheart.” “You’re more than welcome,” He replied, raising his glass too and clinked it against hers. "So what happened? I thought you were 'making your own way here'," Harry smirked, his eyebrow raised questioningly. "I have a ridiculous sister who flits in and out of my life as she pleases, so it only makes sense that she decides to come back and commandeer me on my birthday, which in turn almost makes me late to the only thing I had planned," Her eyes rolled as she retold the events, still feeling somewhat angry at her sister for being more of a hindrance than anything, "I'm just lucky that Hannah came to my rescue." The Scotsman beside her flung his arm over her shoulders and pulled her into his side, “Well, you've made it here and you're not allowed to think about her for the rest of evening, we're gonna make sure you enjoy yourself, darlin',"

It was just past 7 o'clock when Fionn realised how late it had gotten, he alerted the table and called for the bill. Everyone began to finish off their drinks, the girls heading to the bathrooms to touch up their makeup before they left. "Is everyone good and here?" Barry called out, causing amusement through them all as he began a headcount. "Yeah B, can we leave now, that wine has well and truly gone to my head," Y/N's cheeks were rosy and she started to fan herself as they left the restaurant.

Within 10 mins they were at the Gielgud theatre and she was becoming increasingly more excited as time passed. Although she'd been itching to see the play since she first heard about it months ago, she'd be lying if she said she was more interested in that than seeing her close friend, Tom Glynn-Carney. As far as she was aware, no one had caught onto her interest in him, but that didn't stop her feeling giddy at the thought of seeing the younger man. 'Pull yourself together' she'd often tell herself, scolding her mind for thinking that way about a boy 2 and a half years younger than her. That was not how she worked, she didn't date, or think about, anyone even a day younger than her. That was her number 1 dating rule. Which quite clearly Tom had broken all without knowing. "Tom is still giving me shit for buying tickets for this you know?" Hannah snorted, stuffing her purse back into her bag and slinging it over her shoulder, "He was very insistent that I didn't buy your ticket though, adamant that he wanted you on the list to get in." Y/N's cheeks flushed, unaware that Tom had done that, thinking that her friend had bought her the ticket as a present. "Can he just ask you out, already?" Y/N's steps faltered for a second and her face burned, did she know? Fionn fell into step beside her, "You okay Y/N/N (nickname)? You look like you’re burning up." His face was full of concern as he surveyed the older girls face. "It's probably the wine, I knew I'd drank too much too fast," she simply smiled at her friend, hoping it would ease his worries. The next second Jack stepped closer and put his arm on Y/N's shoulder, leaning behind her and whispering to Fionn, "or it's the hideously massive crush she has on little Tom." She could hear the grin in his voice and she stopped dead causing his footing to stutter. She looked him dead in eye, "I. Hate. You." He continued giving her that dimpled toothy smile and hugged her into his side, "Don't know how the hell ye thought I'd miss that babe, but I didn't," he looked back over at Fionn who was wide eyed, "fooled him though, small mercies and all that." The rest of her friends were making their way through the doors and into their seats. She hastily walked on before turning back to the two men, her eyes narrowing, "Zip it, Lowden. I'll hear no more about it." Y/N was mesmerised by Tom's performance, his talent exuding in waves and she felt so proud of the boy she'd known since birth. Her attention was also captured by Fra Fee & Paddy Considine, two actors she'd been a fan of for a number of years through previous roles on television, film & theatre. She couldn't quite process Tom being in the same production as either of them. That's not to mention Laura Donnelly. As the cast took their bows, their group raucously stood to their feet, clapping and cheering causing a blinding smile from Tom, his cheeks colouring under the stage lights. Y/N’s heart swelled and she cheered a little louder.

Fifteen minutes later Tom was exiting the stage door to a barrage of fans, screaming for him and sticking their phones in the air. The group made sure to stand in a more secluded area just around the corner on Rupert Street, away from the prying eyes of the swarms on Winnett Street. The September air still retaining a hint of warmth despite the time nearing eleven o’clock. Y/N turned to face Fionn and Barry, engaging in a conversation that would distract her from watching Tom and the way he was so kind and patient with everyone he met. The butterflies in her stomach causing her to feel a little nauseous, it was only as she saw him again for the first time in 2 months that she realised how much her feelings had increased. And she was very fucking unhappy about it, thank you. She could feel the constant gaze of Jack, constantly checking that she was okay as he noticed her literally turning her back on Tom and she almost wanted to apologise for being stern with him, immediately realising there was more bite in their last conversation than she’d intended. It’s just, at twenty-five years old, she didn’t find the humour in being teased, it was old and childish and she just wanted a relationship instead of feeling like a teenager with a silly crush. With or without her younger friend. The next time she felt his eyes land on her, she lifted her head and mouthed an ‘I’m sorry’ at him. Jack just shook his head and smiled, settling back into a conversation with Aneurin. It’d take a lot more than that to ruin their friendship. A moment or two later, post-joke from Barry that had Y/N and Fionn in fits of laughter, she felt the strong embrace of another from behind her, the weight of a head as it rested on her shoulder, “Happy birthday, angel.” Her laughter had halted almost immediately but she could still feel her lips upturn in a soft smile. Y/N turned in his grip and threw her arms around his neck, grasping him tight, “I’ve missed you,” He whispered just before he pulled back and kissed her cheek. “Missed you too.” “Tommo!” Harry called out before slapping a hand over his mouth, “Shit, I didn’t think that through, hopefully no one heard that,” he warily scanned the area before realising they were in the clear. Tom stepped forward and slapped him on the arm laughing, ‘Bloody idiot,” he hugged Harry and made his way around the rest of the group. “Shall we make a move?” Hannah questioned, already advancing in the direction of the club just across the street that they had decided on. “Not much say in the matter really, is there” Fionn’s eyebrows raised as he started after her, causing them all to move. Tom hung back to fall beside Y/N, their feet moving in sync, “I hope you don’t mind but I invited some of the lads to join us, I know that Fra’s coming at least,” her eyes widened as she looked to Tom, “What?” “Fra? As in Fra Fee?” He started to laugh as soon as he remembered, “Oh bloody hell, I forgot that you’re a fan.” “Well, what a happy birthday indeed.”

“First round’s on me, lads,” Jack called over the music, “Just tell the lass here what ye’ want.” Y/N smirked at the look Jack gave the bartender as she set to work on the drinks order. “A bit into her are ye’?” “Shut the fuck up, Y/N/N, go and suck face with loverboy instead.” Y/N laughed and patted his shoulder before she left to join the group where Tom was introducing Fra. “And this one here is the birthday girl,” Tom gestured to her as she stood beside Hannah, “Fra this is Y/N, Y/N I’m pretty sure you know who this is,” the bastard grinned into his drink, silently laughing. “Ah, the infamous Y/N, I’ve heard all about you from this one,’ ah lovely, at least that shut Tom up momentarily she thought, his face had paled and he took a few more sips of his drink to brush it off. Fra took her hand in his and pressed a kiss to the back of her hand, “Happy birthday, my love,” The ever-growing group made their way to a large booth, the one that had been reserved for their party, and they all sat with Fra landing beside the birthday girl. With everyone immediately immersing themselves in conversation, she was elated that she would actually get to talk to someone who she had really admired for a while and lamely launched into how her favourite musical, and piece of theatre, is Les Miserables, knowing he’d played multiple characters over the years. “It’s just the most rewarding show though, y‘know? Sometimes I wish I could go back to it, especially performing at the theatre next door to it like I am now. I do miss it,” He looked slightly mournful but shook his head. “I mean, look at Killian, he’s done it so who knows what the future holds, eh?” “Quite right,” He knocked back some of his drink before smiling and continuing, “that’s not to say I don’t love what I’m doing now. There’s something so magical about theatre compared to film though.” “Tom said something vaguely similar, said there’s nothing quite like the thrill of the stage. Or somethin’,” Y/N stole a look over at the blonde haired boy to see him glancing over and grinned at him. She turned back to Fra when she heard his voice, “Tom never mentioned how much of a Mis fan you are.” “Is it weird? Please just tell me to shut up if it is, sometimes my really nerdy side comes out.” ”God no, it’s interesting, that’s all, nice to talk to someone who understands it.” Y/N finished the next drink and within seconds Barry was stood with his wallet in hand, “What ye’ ‘avin’, love?” “Surprise me, B.” Grinning she rested her head atop of Fra’s shoulder, already starting to feel merry again, “Please tell me we’ve bonded and that officially makes us friends?” “Damn right it does.” She felt the older man’s laugh vibrate through her head and she felt content with her friendships. Unbeknownst to her, Tom was watching the pair very carefully, hardly taking in a word Fionn was saying.

An hour or two later, who’s really counting?, the group were in the middle of the dancefloor, moving to There Is a Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths and Y/N had sought out Jack to dance with for the sheer hilarity of the music. “Ye’ think ye’ so bloody funny, don’t ye’?” Jack rolled his eyes as she began moving his arms and singing along to the song. “It’s because I am, c’mon Steven, woo me with your vocals.” She teased. “You absolutely should not be able to see any of my work, you monster.” “Spoil sport,” she childishly poked her tongue out at him, and instead settled her eyes on Tom. To die by your side, is such a heavenly way to die “You’d be less obvious if you just went over there and told ‘im.” Y/N smacked Jack away and grumbled, “You’ve lost your mind in your old age, Lowden.” “Will you please just tell him? How Hannah hasn’t smacked ye’ both is beyond me.” As soon as the words had been uttered, Hannah had snuck up behind the pair, “I’ll tell you Jack, it’s been a fucking struggle,” the younger girl turned her head to Y/N and looked her dead in the eyes, “Just ask my brother out, would you? You’re both boring me now and I’m losing the will to live.” ‘C’mon Hannah, let’s leave her to stew,” the Scot took the other girls arm in his and walked away, leaving Y/N to stand there dumbfounded and a little irritated. Can everyone please just piss off? Her head was bowed when Tom’s unmistakable voice flowed in front of her, “My turn for a dance yet?”. She caught the hopeful look on his face and nodded, “Anything for you, babe.” The opening notes of Set the Fire to the Third Bar rang out through the venue and Y/N’s head tipped back, revelling in the music, her arms wrapped around Tom’s neck, “God, I love this song so much.” “I know, that’s why I requested it for you.” There was a missed beat of her heart before she softly smiled at the boy, man, in front of her. She realised just how much he had grown up, how quickly time was racing by and she didn’t know how to slow it down, even just for a few moments. “You look so beautiful tonight, y’know that?” Y/N shook her head and blushed, “I mean, you always do, but you really look divine tonight. I’m so happy I’m getting to spend your birthday with you.” “Tom, what are you doing?” the woman sighed and closed her eyes, she was in no mood to deal with him being so sensitive and loving, it wasn’t fair. She didn’t deserve her heart being played with on her sodding birthday of all days. “What do you mean ‘what am I doing?’, can’t I give you compliment?” He weakly laughed but looked confused all the same. Her expression grew weary, as did her voice, and she glanced around the room before wetting her lips and looking back at him nervously, “Not anymore you can’t.” The boy’s face dropped and his hands left her body, his mouth gaped slightly and he looked like he hadn’t got the faintest idea what had just happened. “I don’t - what? – I don’t understand,” Tom had one hand placed on the left side of his lower back and the other running through his hair, his tongue working over his lips, “What have I said, or done, wrong?” “I really can’t do this anymore, Tom. I can’t pretend that we’re just friends when I want more from you than you’re probably willing to give me. It’s been going on too long.” She realised she’d said more than she intended to, but couldn’t help the sigh of relief once the words were out there, between them, floating around the air and out of her system. For a moment Y/N thought she’d maybe been subtle enough for him not to understand but that thought was squashed all too quickly. “Are you trying to tell me what I hope you are?” Tom placed a hand on her cheek, this thumb running over her skin as she closed her eyes. “I really hope so,” she whispered, Tom barely able to make out the words as he watched her mouth. Throwing all caution to the wind, Tom pressed his lips to hers causing her eyes to fly open and then slowly slip shut again. Her mind couldn’t process anything else other than the feeling of Tom surrounding her as they moved in time with the music, her breath hitching when he caught her bottom lip between his teeth and his hands slipped behind her neck. “Shit Thomas, I didn’t know you had that in you.” Her breathing had grown more ragged as had his, their foreheads rested against one another’s and ridiculous grins broke out on their faces. “There’s still so much you don’t know about me, Y/N. I’m not that little boy anymore.” “Trust me, I know.” He stuttered as she pushed his body flush against hers and quickly understood her meaning. “Cheeky. Reckon you’ll need any more proof?” “A lot more.” She whispered against his lips before capturing his again, I guess silly birthday wishes do sometimes come true. Their moving bodies were lost in a sea of people, however their friends had all managed to catch the supposedly intimate declaration between the two. And if it meant that they’d be in for a lot of stick tomorrow from their group, well, so be it.

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The Love You’re Given pt.2

its taking me a billion years to write anything decent enjoy part 2  part 1

 “Hey, this is Y/N, right?” Humming in acknowledgement you smile to yourself, melting at the low tone of his voice.   “It sure is.” Stretching out on the couch, one arm hanging off to rest on the hardwood floor.    “Good. I want to see you again, you free?” Cheeks burning hot with fire you nearly giggle at his forwardness.     “Yes. I am.” You can hear the sound of cars on the other end, you can picture him standing outside, phone in one hand, cigarette in between his lips, smoke billowing out of his nose. “Should I come to you? I’ll bring your boots.”   “I can come to you, you eat yet? I was going to go grab some dinner, I’ll pick you up and we can go get something.” Gaze flitting over to the hallway, eyeing your fiance’s shut office door. Something about Yoongi showing up while your fiance was home made a twisted kind of excitement flare up inside of you.   “That sounds great actually. I’ll text you my address?” Sliding off the couch and onto your feet you quietly pad over to the bathroom.   “Sounds good, I’ll be honest I’m excited to see you again. More excited to have my boots back, but also to see you.” Laughing you lean in close to the mirror, deciding quickly you’ll need to slap on some makeup before he shows up.   “Yeah, whatever, I’m excited to see you too though. I’m hanging up now, let me know when you’re here.” Hanging up as soon as goodbye slips past his lips you text him your address and get to work making yourself presentable. As soon as your face looks less like you died three days ago you’re shoving your feet into a pair of sneakers, digging around for a nice coat. Picking the warmest one you see you make your way to your fiance’s office, cracking open the door and sticking your head in.   “What do you want?” His harsh voice makes you grimace, disgust clogging up your throat. Scoffing at his hostility you step further into the room just to irritate him.   “I’m going out. Don’t know when I’ll be back. Eat by yourself tonight.” Your phone buzzes in your pocket, you know it’s Yoongi and it makes your lips twitch up at the corners.   “Who are you going out with?” Staring daggers into the back of his head you start leaving.    “None of your business. Talk to you later.” Leaving the door open you walk down the hallway, slipping on the coat and making your way to your bedroom. Digging around under your bed you grab the boots and dart for the front door. Stopping to grab your keys you step out onto the porch, butterflies crawling around your stomach and up into your mouth at the sight of Yoongi in your driveway, leaning against the side of his sleek car.    “Hey cutie, you got my boots?” Holding them up triumphantly you make your way down the steps, meeting him at the front of his car to hand them over. “I see you took my advice from last night and dressed for the cold.”    “Good observation, I was sitting in my closet thinking ‘hm, should I wear a dress?’ then remembered your wise words and chose this.” He smells like woodsy cologne and cinnamon as he unlocks the passenger door for you, sliding in and resting comfortably against the leather seats. Driving around with him is comfortable, music crackles softly out of the speakers, he talks slowly every once in awhile and you spend the entire car ride fantasizing about running your fingertips over the geography of his existence.   He makes you laugh until your stomach hurts, refuses to let you pay for your food as he pulls up to a drive through. Things feel comfortable with him, like you’ve known him all your life and you’re just learning to remember him. He lets you hold the bag on your lap, driving around for the perfect place to eat. He parks on the outskirts of the city, down by the river, the view gorgeous. All the buildings silhouettes against the sky burning with the setting sun.   “So, you wanna tell me about the ring on your finger?” He speaks quietly, voice free of accusations as you sit on the hood of his car, eating from the bag. His eyes travel over your face, features soft as he watches you struggle to respond.   “Arranged marriage. My parents kind of sold me out to help out their business. I didn’t want to tell you last night, I like being around you. It feels easy talking to you. I’m sorry if this makes things awkward, we can be friends though right?” He’s silent for a second. His fingers tap against his own knee, dark eyes piercing through your own.    “Do you love him?” It’s not what you expected him to ask, you nearly vomit at the idea of ever loving that man.   “I hate him.” His hand reaches across the empty space between you two, resting gently on your leg.   “Then I’d like to try for more than friends with you.” Cautiously smiling at you, your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach. “If you’d like that.”    “I think I would.”                                                           __     You’ve stopped keeping track of how long you’ve been sneaking around with Yoongi. By your ninth date you’ve given up all hope of keeping away from him. He’s all rough beauty and sweet words, you love the way he makes you feel, like you’ve never been anything but endlessly gorgeous and he spends all his time trying to learn you inside and out. Tonight you’re going to his place for the first time, he insisted on cooking for you at least once and you were ridiculously nervous.    He lives in the heart of the city, apartment building small and ready to blow over with the breeze. Walking up the rickety steps you make it up to his floor, dimly lit hallway leading you to his room. Hands shaking as you knock once, twice, three times before he’s swinging the door open.    “Hey! Hi, you’re here.” Out of breath he runs a hand through his hair as he speaks. Heat rises to your cheeks as you look at him, all dressed up even though you’re eating in. His shirt buttoned up to his neck and tucked in neatly.   “I’m here. You look really nice.” Pink dusts the top of his ears as he ushers you inside. It’s small. You can tell he hastily cleaned up before you arrived, shoes shoved into a neat row by the door, stacks of cd’s resting in a haphazard pile on shelves above his small tv. It’s perfectly Yoongi. “It smells really good in here, what’d you make?”    “You can take off your shoes, I wasn’t sure what to make because I was nervous about accidentally killing you with my food so I just went with pasta.” Hooking one of his fingers around your own you let him lead you to his compact kitchen. “I hope you like pesto sauce, it’s all I had.”   “You’re cute, Yoongi.” Sliding into a seat on one of the stools by his counter you watch him dig around for plates. “I like you. Thanks for making me dinner.”   “Of course, I read somewhere that the key to making your girl happy is making her things yourself. Like gifts and stuff, I figured since you love food I should make it for you.” His rambling is endearing, resting your chin in your open palm, smile never wavering as he moves to sit by you, steam rising from the plate he sets in front of you.   “You’re too nice to me, Min Yoongi.” Brushing your fingers across his cheek briefly, pushing strands of his soft hair off his forehead. He smiles simply, stabbing some food with his fork and holding it up to your mouth.    “Try it, tell me if you like it.” Accepting his offering you eat it, groaning at how good it is while wincing at how hot it is. Flashing a thumbs up to assure him it’s good, watching his face melt with relief and joy.    ��You’re a man of many talents, Yoongi, this is so good.” When he laughs you feel your heart flutter, and you decide quickly you could never possibly get bored of this. Of the way he makes you feel at ease, how he pulls joy out of you like it’s what he was born to do. This is how it’s supposed to be. You’re supposed to be spending your twenties falling helplessly in love with a boy who smells like smoke and home and makes you forget what it ever felt like to be alone.   Time passes slowly when you’re with him, food long gone, somehow the two of you found your way to his bedroom. Laying on his floor, stretched out and comfortably close to him. Staring at his ceiling fan, listening to him talk quietly. Rolling onto your side to stare at his profile in the faint lighting, admiring the beauty of all his features. Acting without thinking you reach out to touch his face, ghosting the tips of your fingers over the soft skin of his cheek, over the bridge of his wide nose, everywhere you can reach. Smiling as his words die off at the tip of his tongue, head turning to look at you.   “Min Yoongi.” You love the way his name feels in your mouth. “You’re beautiful.” His hand comes up to capture your own. Pressing his lips to the palm of your hand.   “I should be saying that to you. You’re the beautiful one here.” Silence blankets the two of you, getting caught up in one another. And you’re not sure who leans in first, him or you, but all you know is his lips are crashing to yours and you are melting before him. His lips are soft, he tastes like faint toothpaste, cigarettes, and winter mornings. He rests your hand on the curve of his neck, his own finding the dip of your waist. And like that the two of you melt into each other, turning into a puddle of budding love and gentle adoration. Kissing him on his floor, holding him close enough to faintly feel his heartbeat against your own chest. This is where you belong.

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Day By Day .23

What do you even wear to a fashion show?

I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed Jiyeon's number.

"Hey,"

"Hey, what am I suppose to wear tonight?" I frowned pacing back and forth in my closet.

"Clothes?"

"Very funny. Seriously, I don't think I have clothes to wear to a runway. My whole wardrobe is all pastel, floral, or colorful,"

"Just go pick something out of my closet," she said simply.

"Seriously?"

"Not everything in there is short or tight," she sighed.

"Okay, I'll look in there,"

"Be quick about it, I'm bored and I want someone to talk to," she muttered.

"I'll be there as soon as I can,"

"Text me when you're out the front and I'll send Roo out to get you,"

"Okay,"

I walked out of my own closet and into her, I spent fifteen minutes looking for something to wear. I ended up picking a black layered shirt that stopped mid-thigh just above where my black laced topped stockings. It was a little cold today so I decided to wear a black pirate-ish button down blazer over a ruffled white shirt, I put on a silver knotted belt and put my hair half up. A little make up, and some shoes then I grabbed my bag and left the house.

***

I took a taxi to the venue and sent Jiyeon a text, a few minutes later a girl a little shorter than me, which doesn't often happen, came skipping out in a sky blue dress that flowed to her knees. She'd pulled her long hair to one side and left her bangs to cover her forehead. it made me miss my long hair.

"Eunji?" she smiled.

"Yeah,"

"I'm Roo, Jiyeon sent me to get you,"

"Eunji," I nodded introducing myself out of habit. I felt a little silly afterwards.

I followed her through the large french doors down a long hall and through a few other sets of doors until we came out into a large room full of people rushing around, there was a large bench that cover the back wall; which was basically a mirror, the models were seated in front of it being styled by their stylists.

"Jiyeon's this way," she lead me past the crazy, weaving through designers and other backstage crew until we got to Jiyeon who would have basically been in the back corner if it weren't m for the fact their was one seat between her and the wall, which I decided to sit myself in.

"Why's Hymen here?" she was talking to the guy behind her.

"He has to be here if he doesn't want to fail. Attendance is mandatory,"

"He quit,"

"Yes, but technically he did do his part," the guy pulled an apologetic face.

"You took your time," she poke her tongue out turning her attention towards me.

"I was as quick as I could be,"

"Well stand up so I can see what you took from my closet," I rolled my eyes and stood up, she twirled her finger as an insinuation I should turn, I did and she nodded.

"It looks good on you, you should keep it," she nodded.

"Seriously?" I frowned.

"Yeah, I hardly wear any of that anyway," she shrugged.

"Thanks,"

"So who are you trying to impress?" she joked winking.

"She could have her pick of males in here," the guy behind her commented.

"No she could not," Jiyeon frowned at him.

"Why? She's gorgeous,"

"She's my sister and I know all of the guys here,"

"I bet you do," he smirked.

"I'm Young Pyo, by the way," he smiled at me.

"So how's everything at the dorm?"

"Insoo hasn't moped all day, he even tried to go to practice early this morning so he could finish sooner,"

"I did my last exam this morning, I'll be back at the dorm tonight," she sighed.

"We're going to dinner first, and you're whole group is coming apparently, but I wasn't suppose to tell you that,"

"Dinner actually sounds nice," she nodded.

"Really?"

"Yeah,"

I sat back in my chair and spun myself until I noticed a tall guy staring at me, he was attractive and when he noticed me looking at him, he smiled at me. I looked down and turned back around. I looked up to see him still staring at me through the mirror, he was wearing tight ripped black jeans, combat boots and a loose grey shirt with a black leather jacket and a dark grey beanie sitting on top of his blonde head of hair.

"What are you smiling at?" Jiyeon smirked at me.

"The blond attractive guy over there keeps smiling at me,"

"What attractive blonde guy?" she frowned.

"The one in the beanie over there,"

"No," she shook her head.

"What?"

"You can flirt up a storm with literally anyone else in here, but you are not to go near him," she said seriously.

"Why? Did you have a thing with him?"

"No," she screwed up her face.

"So why can't I go near him?"

"You just can't, he's not a good guy. You stay away from him," she deadpanned.

"Fine," I sighed slouching back into my seat, I looked back into the mirror to see if he was still looking this way, this time he winked at me.

Her phone started to ring on the counter, Insoo's name flashed across the screen. She stared at it for a moment then answered.

INSOO

We were twenty minutes early, the front doors were locked.

"Maybe you should ring her. unless she's still not answering your calls," Seyong smirked.

"Shut up," I rolled my eyes pulling my phone from my pocket.

"Hello?" she answered after a few rings.

"Hey, we're out the front but the doors are locked,"

"Oh right, I'll send Eunji to come get you,"

"Okay, see you in a minute,"

"Bye,"

"She's sending Eunji to come get us," I told Seyong.

"Why am I even here?" he frowned at me.

"Did you have anything else planned?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Well no,"

"So you're complaining about sitting and watching girls with great figures walk up and down an runway in front of you wearing tight clothing? It's basically a catalogue, you don't have to sift through the crowd, just watch them walk,"

"Okay, I see your point," he nodded as Eunji opened the door.

"Come on in," she smiled, Seyong paused and stared at her.

SEYONG

She looked so different, and it wasn't just the short hair, I'd never seen her wear anything like that before. Has she always been the pretty? I mean she's always been attractive otherwise I wouldn't have wanted to sleep with her, but attractive and pretty are different.

"Are you coming?" she frowned at me.

"Huh? Oh, yeah," I nodded, slowly taking a step and followed her until we were in a room full of people.

"I need to us the bathroom," I muttered.

"I seen it on the way it, I'll show you were it is, Jiyeon is in that corner," Eunji pointed somewhere into the room.

"Come on," she nodded to me.

"You look nice," I commented,

"Ah, thanks," she looked down at her feet.

"The bathroom's this way," she began walking back the way we'd come.

EUNJI

I was going to say he looked nice to, because he did; his tight skinny black jeans fit him well, he also wore a white button down shirt under a black jumper with a white rectangle in the center that had black writing on it. He looked really good, I'm not denying his attractive qualities because he is seriously attractive. I was just worried that if I did acknowledge it he'd make a comment or start assuming that I wanted him again and I was enjoying this Seyong.

INSOO

I made my way through the room, I couldn't see her. Honestly, if it weren't for Young Pyo I probably wouldn't have noticed her at all.

"Hey," I smiled down at her.

"Hey, where's Eunji?" she frowned.

"She took Seyong to find the bathroom, she'll be back in a minute,"

"Oh, can you do me a favor and keep an eye on her tonight? Hymen's here and he's shown interest in her, and she shown some back and I'd really like it if they could stay as far away from each other as possible,"

"Sure," I nodded.

"Thank you," she breathed a sigh of relief.

"You changed your hair," sat down in the chair next to her.

"Yeah, I felt like a bit of a change," she nodded slowly.

"I like it,"

"Yeah?" a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

EUNJI

I leant against the wall outside of the toilet doors, Seyong asked me to wait so he didn't get lost. It was literally just down the hallway but I didn't argue, I figured Insoo and Ji could us some time to talk.

"Hey," the guy Ji had forbidden me to go near came up to me, she didn't say he couldn't come to me.

"Hi,"

"I'm Ha Min," he held out his hand.

"Eunji," I took it and shook.

"What brings you here tonight? Are you a model?"

"No, my sister is,"

"Who's your sister?"

"Jiyeon," the minute I said her name his face changed but I wasn't exactly sure why.

"Oh, I know her"

"I know," I nodded.

"Did she say anything about me?" he asked carefully.

"Not really," other than I should definitely stay away from you.

"I've got to go do some things real quick, but I'll come fine you in a while," he said before walking away.

SEYONG

She was smiling looking down at her feet, I couldn't help but stare at her for a moment. Why was she so happy?

"Can we go?" she asked when she noticed I was there, her smile faded slightly which made me a little disappointed.

I followed her back to the massive room full of people. Jiyeon was frowning looking around the room, she'd also changed her hair, it was lighter now.

"Do you want a drink?" Insoo asked Jiyeon who just nodded eyeing Eunji carefully, I'm not surprised she probably knows what the guys here are like and Eunji isn't exactly unattractive.

"Sure,"

"Eunji,"

"I'll get them," she offered.

"No that's okay, we'll go do it. Do you have a preference?" both sisters shrugged, which made Insoo laugh.

"There's a machine around the corner," Jiyeon stated.

"I know, I seen it on the way in," he nodded.

Once again I followed someone out of the room and down the hall. He stopped at in front of the machine.

"Can you do me a favor?"

"What?"

"Can you keep and eye on Eunji tonight?"

"Why?"

"Hymen's here and apparently taken an interest in her,"

"Who's Hymen?" I frowned at him.

"Ha Min, the guy that upset Jiyeon last week,"

"Why do I have to do it?"

"Jiyeon asked me to do it, but if I see him I'm going to hit him and it will cause a scene. I don't want to do that," he was serious.

"I guess I can babysit for a few hours," I shrugged.

"Thanks,"

EUNJI

We sat down in front of the cat walk, we were in the second row, Seyong sat one side of me and Insoo sat the other. We watched models walk up and down the catwalk one after another. Their were 12 groups in total, each had a model walk down in their first outfit, then this second, this gave the groups time for the model to get changed and any hair modifications that were needed. Jiyeon's group was forth in the line up, her first outfit was a which dress with short sleeves and a high collar, similar to a turtle neck, it stopped mid thigh and made Insoo just about choke on his own tongue.

The second was high waisted blue denim shorts with a black long sleeve, button down shirt tucked into the top, and a loose red tie. Her third outfit was another dress, this time in black with long sleeve and a layered bottom covered in buttons and studs. The forth was similar to the second except all black with a leather guarder.

The fifth outfit had Insoo almost falling out of his chair, short, mid thigh, skin tight red dress with long sleeves and 6 inch cream colored heels, even I hadn't seen her in something like this before. I swear he even drooled a little. I didn't know she could walk in heels that high.

Then there was the final outfit.

JIYEON

"You want me to wear that?" I raised an eyebrow.

"That's the last one," Su Min in nodded.

"You just had me wear a dress and heels now you want me to dress like a post apocalyptic gladiator from a porno?"

"It isn't that bad," she frowned rolling her eyes.

"You wear it then,"

"Jiyeon, put the stupid outfit on so we can be done with it," Ho Jun sighed.

***

"Your sister's pretty," Hymen commented once the show was over and I was aloud to leave back stage.

"Stay away from my sister,"

"I'll tell you what; you sleep with me and I'll forget I ever seen your sister?"

"I'm not sleeping with you and you will stay away from my sister," I shrugged walking away.

I made my way through the crowd looking for Insoo.

"Hey there," a stranger approached me.

"Uh, hi?" I frowned at him.

"My name's Alexander, I'm from E.X.I.D. we're a modeling company, always looking for new talent," he began explaining.

I looked him up and down. No way. There is no way this guy works for a modeling agency. He was wearing black skinny jeans with red converses, a Pink Floyd band shirt with a red plaid shirt unbuttoned over the top. I mean he had a beanie and sunglasses on and he honestly expected me to believe he was working for a business?

"Let me stop you right there," I sighed.

"Pardon?"

"Look, this might work on stupid people which you're bound to find around this room, I am not, however, one of them. So why don't you take your hipster look and go find someone who will fall for your scam? Because I'm not buying what you're selling,"

"I'm sorry?" he frowned.

"What? Did you expect me to be flattered and say thank you? Please," I rolled my eyes.

"Jiyeon, what are you doing?" Ho Jun muttered under his breath appearing next to me.

"I'm so sorry about her, she's new to modeling," Ho Jun shook the hipsters hand.

"It's fine," he shrugged.

"Can someone tell me what's going on?"

"He works for E.X.I.D,"

"Yeah he said that," I shrugged.

"They're a modeling agency,"

"He said that too,"

"I sent them your portfolio,"

"What portfolio?"

"The one I made for you,"

"So he actually works for..." I frowned feeling a little embarrassed.

"Yeah,"

"Well someone could have told me that. Honestly did you expect me to believe that dressed like that you worked for a modeling company?" I raised and eyebrow.

"She's a little..." Ho Jun tried to find a word.

"I quite like her attitude,"

"Uh, thanks. So what did you want?" I crossed my arms over my chest.

"We wanted to sign you," I laughed at this.

"What?"

"We want to have you sign a contract and model for us,"

"No," I smirked shaking my head.

"Why not?"

"Alexander is it? Look, this was a one off thing, the only reason I was made the model for this was because I was late to the meeting and no one else wanted to do it, even then it took a lot of convincing. I have no previous experience and no idea what I'm doing. And if you haven't noticed I'm not exactly a people person,"

"It's a good thing you're a natural then, you don't need experience or to know what you're doing. You'll pick it up pretty quickly," he shrugged.

"I'm not going to put on some pink frilly floral piece of cloth and prance around so you can advertise soap, and also, I like food,"

"Jiyeon," Ho Jun looked at me like I was crazy.

"What?"

"She's entitled to her opinions," Hipster nodded.

"Can I go now?"

"Why don't you take my business card and do a little research into the company and the types advertising campaigns we do then give me a call with your answer? We also like food," he smirked a left.

"Hey, you were amazing" Insoo wrapped his arm around my waist, he rested his chin on the shoulder that wasn't covered in metal. His cardigan was soft on my exposed skin, it almost made me forget about the waist band of the shorts irritating the tattoo beneath.

"So you think Su Min would be apposed to us borrowing this?" he murmured in my ear.

"Yes she would," Su Mi playfully glared at him.

"Shall we do dinner then?" Insoo asked smiling at her glare.

"We've just got to pack up our stuff, and Jiyeon should probably get changed," Su Min stated walking backstage.

"Are you sure you still want to do dinner?" he asked letting go of my waist.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Okay, well you go get changed and I'll make sure Eunji and Seyong haven't gotten into trouble, we'll wait by the entrance okay?"

"Okay,"

"You looked amazing by the way," he winked but his smile was genuine.

I made my way backstage were most of our stuff was already packed away, I looked at the cloths I'd worn here and realized they weren't exactly dinner cloths; over sized shirt and sports shorts. To be fair I wasn't planning on going anywhere but home after here.

"Hey Su Min, can I borrow an outfit from the set for dinner?"

"I'm already a step ahead of you, it's in the dressing room," she said over her shoulder.

I walked into the dressing room and sighed, seriously?

"I'm not wearing this," I called.

"That's the only outfit left out except for what you're wearing, you choose,"

"I hate you,"

"Insoo won't"

EUNJI

We were waiting by the entrance doors, everyone else was here except Jiyeon. We'd only been waiting five minutes before she came out in the red dress and cream heels, she had a plastic dress bag draped over her arm which had the silver outfit inside. She handed it to Su Min when she reached us.

"Happy?" Jiyeon raised and eyebrow.

"Insoo?" Su Min re-directed the question.

"Don't say a single word," Jiyeon glared, Insoo just smirked at her and held his hand out for hers, she rolled her eyes but took it and I could see that there was a small smile forming on her lips.

"Let's go eat," Young Pyo gestured.

***

We were half way though dinner, everyone was having a good time. Jiyeon was doing nothing but smiling and laughing, unless she was rolling her eyes at something corny Insoo would say or do, like when he took his cardigan off so she could put it over her lap when she sat down. She may put up and front but she didn't refuse the offer which she would have done if she didn't like what he was doing.

"You should have seen the way she talked to Alexander," Ho Jun smirked.

"It was all sassy and I think it made him like her more," he continued.

"We may not have won but we did pretty well if you ask me," Young Pyo raised his glass.

I got up quietly from my place in between Seyong and Roo, Seyong frowned at me but didn't say anything.

"Where are you going?" Ji asked when she noticed me.

"The bathroom,"

"Oh," she laughed.

Ha Min was waiting for me outside the bathroom when I came out. How did he even know where I was? His smile was menacing which made me uncomfortable.

"Found you,"

"Uh, what are you doing here?" I frowned.

"I told you I'd come find you later," he took a few steps closer, I took a step back but my back was against the wall.

"So you found me, what now?" I asked carefully.

"I was hoping you might come home with me?"

"I don't think that's a good idea," I shook my head.

"Why?" his hands found my waist.

"Please let go of me,"

"You're not like your sister huh?" he tilted his head to the side.

"What?"

"Your sister would have hit me and walked away by now, you look a little afraid, timid, easier,"

"My sister's here," I really should have listened to her.

"I know, she's too busy with the boulder she calls a boyfriend to notice you're missing," his hand slid down until it was on my exposed thigh.

"At least she wont notice for a while," the tone in his voice made me feel sick.

SEYONG

I watched her walk towards the bathroom, Ha Min who had followed us from the venue also got up from his table which was in the corner on the opposite side of the room. I'm not sure anyone else had noticed him. The way he looked at Eunji made me feel uneasy.

Eventually, I got up to go see why she was taking so long. I turned the corner to see him pressing himself against her groping her thigh, using on hand to pin her to the wall by her waist. His lips were forcing themselves against her neck. He tried to kiss her face but she tried her best to keep him away from it. I grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him from her.

"Eunji go back to the table," I gave her a small smile, she just nodded and left.

"Who the hell are you?" he snapped.

"Now I could answer you, or I could do this," I stated casually spinning him around and pushing him against the wall, holding him there by the scruff of his neck, I was taller then him and he was extremely skinny so it wasn't hard to lift him off the ground.

"Left go of me," he snapped.

"Oh, you don't like being the one pinned against the wall?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't know she was taken,"

"So that gives you the right to forcefully grope and force yourself on her in a hallway?"

"I'm sorry,"

"It was extremely nice of Insoo to only give you a warning when you were screwing with his girlfriend, it's probably because he know's Jiyeon can take care of herself. But you see I'm not as nice as he is, and he's generally the one keeping me out of trouble. Lucky for me, he's busy right now so I'm unsupervised," I smirked,

"I didn't go near Jiyeon," he defended.

"No, you're right. Instead you went near her sister because you knew it would piss her off when she found out. But I'm guessing once again you didn't get the answer you wanted, or do you often grope woman coming out of a bathroom?"

"My hand slipped,"

"Really? So did mine,"

"What?" he frowned just before I punched him in the nose.

"Woops, you should probably get that seen too, it could be broken. Consider that a second warning, there wont be a third, understand?" I let him go and he crumbled to the floor.

"Are you okay?" I asked Eunji once I got back to the table.

"Yeah," she nodded.

"Do you want me to get Jiyeon?" she shook her head.

"Did you want to go home? I'll take you," she just nodded.

JIYEON

"We should definitely do that again," Roo smiled as we were saying our goodbyes.

"I'll get these back to you Monday," I told Su Min.

"Because I have so much use for it? No, you keep it,"

"Taxi's are here," Young Pyo called.

"I'll see you guys later," Insoo waved as they got into separate taxi's

"Where too? The apartment or the dorm?" he asked me turning

"The dorm," I answered.

"Are you should you don't want to go back to your apartment?" he winked.

"I told Eunji I was coming to the dorm tonight, and I'm so tired of looking at my apartment right now, and the dorms closer,"

"Okay," he nodded intertwining our fingers as we walked.

"Why do you think they really left?" I asked Insoo.

"Eunji said she was tired, Seyong offered to take her home because it's dark?" he frowned.

"That's what they told us, do you think they were just awkward not knowing anyone and being sat together?"

"I think you're over thinking it,"

"I guess,"

We'd only been walking five minutes before Insoo stopped taking the cardigan he'd draped over my shoulders and tying it around my waist.

"What are you doing?" I asked as he bent down.

"Step out of your shoes," he instructed,

"Why? Do you want to wear them?" I smirked.

"Just do it," he shook his head at me, I frowned at him but did it anyway.

He slid his fingers into them picking them up before turning his back to me.

"Get on,"

"What?"

"Unless you want to walk, let me piggy back you," I was a little hesitant but took the offer wrapping my arms around neck and resting my chin on his shoulder.

INSOO

She was a sleep in less than a minute. I continued walking enjoying the cold breeze. I think I might just love this woman.