#angst is surprisingly not my forte for someone who is almost always in an angst mood but

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off the grid | six

summary: it was as simple as swapping places with a stranger from across the world to get away from everything back home. that is - until you meet Jimin. things become more complicated as he unfolds a new chapter in your life that you were initially trying to avoid.

pairing: reader x pjm

genre: post-college au, christmas/holiday au | angst, fluff, smut (to come)

words: 3.7k

chapter warnings: smut chapter! unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, fingering, oral (f. receiving), slight dirty talk, cussing, possible inaccurate depiction of transportation, events and whereabouts in South Korea since i only did my research thru the internet, fluff

notes: will be wrapping this up in the next few chapters!

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Jimin was going to be busy for majority of the day with his parents, which left you feeling a little sad. But, you knew he had to do what he had to do and he had offered to come by and spend time with you tonight. As you were about to head out and explore on your own with the tips he had given you, a call from an unknown number popped up on your screen.

"Hello?"

"Y/N!" Jungkook's voice came through on the other line. "I hope you don't mind, I asked Jimin for your number not too long ago."

"No, you're good." You chuckled. "What's up?"

"Wanna hang out with me and Tae? We're gonna head to Common Ground."

"Sure!"

"Sick!" He exclaims. "I'll send you our address. Do you think you'll be okay heading over?"

"Yeah, I got it." You responded, remembering Jimin's directions to his place in the event you ever needed anything.

"Okay, just let me know if you get lost and I'll come find you." You chuckled before responding with a simple 'okay' to end the call. You were confident in your memory of the directions, which led you to their place in a matter of minutes. They didn't live too far from Yana, and you remember Jimin saying so since Yana doesn't drive and would simply take public transportation to and from places.

Upon your arrival at their apartment, Taehyung was cleaning up in the kitchen while Jungkook was throwing on a jacket. Jungkook gave you a little tour of their apartment, which was surprisingly clean and smelled of vanilla birchwood. Sooner or later, the three of you were off into town to visit Common Ground, which was considered Korea's first cultural space that was made out of shipping containers. The view and the entirety of it was pretty neat, and you kind of wished Jimin was here, but Jungkook and Taehyung were just as great of travel buddies. They talked a lot about their hometowns and what it was like moving to Seoul, plus how they truly value Korea and it's culture. You were coming to learn what a truly spectacular and beautiful place it was, and it was even more refreshing to hear from the boys themselves how much they loved being from Korea.

After navigating through the crowds and having spent more money on souvenirs and clothes, the three of you decided to eat up and grab some grub. For a minute, you lost Jungkook because he ran into some people he knew, leaving you and Taehyung to eat together.

"This place is neat isn't it?"

"Yeah, it's really cool. Thanks for taking me along." He nodded as his lips poked out while eating his food. You thought it was the most adorable thing.

"You know, Jimin's been really happy since you guys started spending a lot of time together."

"Oh yeah?" You giggled. Yes, Taehyung. Expose him.

"It's actually really nice to see." He chuckled. You knew him and Taehyung had known each other the longest out of their group, but he still held a very tight relationship with Jungkook, Hoseok and Jin. "He's always been the one to take care of people. I just wanna see him happy. He does a lot for the people he cares about."

"I know, he's really the sweetest person I've ever met. He's an angel."

"He was really destroyed over his ex." You continued to listen. "He loved her, a lot. He did everything for her and sacrificed a lot to keep her happy. But she couldn't reciprocate it 100% and that killed him time and time again."

"How long ago was that?"

"About a year ago? Even then, he tried not to have any bad blood with her after she had mistreated him. He has a good heart and mind. He deserves someone good who can take care of him." Your stomach fluttered with the countless butterflies, but most of the happiness you felt, also turned into anxiety. The days were counting down and you wouldn't be here for much longer. "He really, really likes you Y/N."

"I-I do, too. But-" Taehyung looked over at you, concerned. "I'm not going to be here for much longer." You shrugged. "It really sucks."

"Why don't you stay for a little more?"

"Work. My life is back in LA." He nodded. As much as it hurt you to say that, it was true. You wished it was easy to pick up your things and move around the world, but part of you felt silly for even thinking that over a holiday-solo-vacation love story.

"It's gonna be hard, but I honestly don't think Jimin cares. I think he'd make this work with you."

"But is that fair to him? Our time difference and-and, who knows when I'll get to physically see him again? Hearing what he went through.. what if I can't give him what he deserves?"

"I know all of it sounds like a mess and like it would never work, but don't you think you two meant for a reason?" He wasn't trying to be Jimin's right-hand at the moment, he was doing this because he truly could see how the both of you genuinely felt for each other. He hadn't seen Jimin have this glow, this type of genuine happiness to him in a long, long time.

"I don't know, I guess I'm just scared, and I would never want to put Jimin through anything he doesn't deserve."

"I get you." He replies. "But I do hope you know how much he cares about you. Like, I'm really not doing this because he's my bestfriend and all." He laughed. "But because I want to see the both of you happy."

"Thank you." You smiled at him toothlessly, the thoughts now flooding your head. All you wanted to do at this point was run into Jimin's arms and never let go. It would be your new safe haven. All you wanted was Jimin.

The rest of the day with Taehyung and (finally, again) Jungkook was chill, as you grabbed some desserts and played around at a nearby park before heading home to rest. You felt a sudden wave of exhaustion hit you, so you took a quick shower, threw on an oversized tee and shorts before retreating to the bed for a nice, late afternoon nap. You quickly texted Jimin that you'd leave the door unlocked so he could just walk in case you were deadass knocked out and couldn't hear the knocks or phone ringing.

Jimin had been helping his parents do a ton of revamping at their café, while also holding down the fort and doing what he can to help during peak hours. He was exhausted, nonetheless, but was excited to see you. He jetted off to the loft with food from the café to for some dinner, all while chuckling at the text you sent, wondering what the hell Jungkook and Taehyung had put you through today to knock you the hell out.

"Y/N?" He calls out softly. No response. He gently shuts the door and chucks his shoes to the side befofe laying the food out on the kitchen counter. It's peacefully quiet, even as Jimin climbs up the steps to the bedroom area. He smiles to himself as he sees you deep into the duvet covers, sleeping deeply like a baby longing for their afternoon nap. He sits on the edge of the bed, his fingers brushing through your hair, thumb softly caressing your cheek. You slowly open your eyes and smile, immediately sitting up to throw your arms around him. He laughs into your hug, pulling you in closer and running his hands down your back.

"Miss me?"

"I did."

"Aw." He chuckled. "Come here." He cups your cheeks and places a kiss on your lips.

"What a nice way to wake up."

"Yeah? What did TaeTae and Kookie do to you today?"

"Nothing, we just walked around Common Ground." He nodded.

"That's it?"

"We may have played around at a nearby park before going home."

"There it is." He laughed. "Are you hungry?"

"Starving, actually." You stretched.

"I brought some food from the café. Mom said I better feed you well." You chuckled.

"She's the sweetest." He had quickly brought you over to the café the other day, his mom and dad being the sweetest, and most loving people you have ever come across. You could immediately tell where Yana and Jimin got their mannerisms from. His mom couldn't stop holding onto you and telling Jimin how pretty you were, almost like she was telepathically communicating with her son and telling him to stop fucking around and get with it. You couldn't help but giggle at the look on her face.

"Come on." He nodded for you to follow him downstairs. He had paninis laid out, freshly toasted, with chips and more dessert. You pushed the coffee table in the living room forward a bit so that you both could sit on the floor and enjoy a good movie while eating the food. He had asked you more about your day and if Taehyung or Jungkookie had talked shit about him while you guys were out. You couldn't help but chuckle, remembering the serious conversation you and Tae had.

"Mm, actually," You finished up your sandwich and quickly washed your hands before heading back to the living room area. "Me and Taehyung had a pretty serious talk."

"About?"

"You, what else?"

"God, what did he say?"

"Nothing." You laughed, seeing his facial expression change.

"You can't say that you had a serious talk then not talk about it."

"Aw, is someone upset?" He pouted.

"Yeah, cause I'd like to know and I thought you cared about me." He dramatically responded. "I see that you don't, since you'd rather keep me hanging on a string like this."

"You're so dramatic, Park." You pinched his side, making him laugh. His laugh was certainly becoming a weakness for you. "He just told me that you've been really happy since we've been spending time together." He nodded.

"I mean, he isn't wrong."

"He also said that you really cared about me." You looked at him blankly, trying to read his expression and body language. He smiled at you, his cheeks getting hot and rosy.

"He also isn't wrong there."

"Taehyung really knows you, then."

"Since high school." He shrugs.

"That's about it, though." You spared him the rest of the details being that you really didn't wanna spoil the evening with such sad and negative thoughts about how your time was coming to an end here. Frankly though, you knew you had to deal with it sooner or later. That talk was coming either way.

"Hm." He says, pushing the coffee table up more towards the tv and throwing a blanket over both of your legs. He silently swung his arm over your shoulder and kept watching the movie on the tv. It was awhile before he broke the silence again with a sigh, his eyes still glued ahead of him. "I really like you, Y/N. I like you a lot. It's a little scary, but you don't know how much you drive me crazy with everything you do."

You held onto his hand that was hanging loosely from your shoulder and looked over at him. "I really like you too." At this point, you feel his eyes on you. They linger from your eyes, down to your lips and back up to your eyes.

"Then will you let me take care of you?" All self-control had gone out the window after seeing the look in his eyes. It was full of passion and lust, but nothing dark. He just wanted to be close to you and make you happy. He cared, and he wanted you to see that.

"Yes." You say breathily as his face edged closer to yours. He cupped your face with his free hand, instantly pressing a kiss onto your lips. The kiss began to deepen quickly, with Jimin tracing your bottom lip with his tongue, asking for entrance. You gladly let him proceed as your hand rests against his jawline. You took the initiative to pull yourself onto his lap and straddle him, your breathing slightly hitching when you feel his hardened member through his grey sweats. Your tongues are beautifully dancing around as he holds you tightly while you grind your hips against his.

"Hey, wait. Are you sure about this?" He pulls away, knowing the moment is intensifying by the minute. "You know I wanna do right by you, Y/N. I don't wanna do anything you aren't comfortable with."

"I'm sure. I want this. I want you." You respond almost at a whisper, your lips slightly grazing his. He simply nods and brings you back with a kiss. You gently palm his member, making him hiss and groan slightly at your touch. You continue to grind your hips onto him, slowly humping him into insanity.

"Fuck Y/N, honestly, you're going to make me cum if you keep moving like that." You chuckled.

"Don't." You plant kisses along his jaw line, watching as he shuts his eyes and tilts his head back. "I'd want you to do it inside me." You whisper in his ear.

"Y-You can't say things like that." He moaned.

"Or what?"

"You're an instigator, you know that? A really cute one." He says as he chuckles and gently lays you back down onto the ground. He whips your shirt and shorts off, quickly unhooking your bra and tossing it aside. His eyes widen at the sight of your exposed breasts. "So fucking pretty." He curses under his breath as he lightly sucks on your neck and around your breasts, before grabbing a nipple in his mouth and toying around with it with his tongue. You grip onto his hair as you slightly arch your back in pleasure. He bites onto his bottom lip before placing a trail of kisses down your stomach and down to your inner thighs before rubbing your covered clit through your soaked panties. He gently presses his lips onto your covered clit, making you yearn for more. "You're so wet."

"J-Jimin." You weakly call out. "Please."

"I got you, baby." He slips down your panties and inserts a digit into your throbbing pussy. You let out a small moan as he pumps his digit in and out of you, before inserting another two, with his thumb circling your clit.

"Ohhhh, fuck!" You squeal as you continue to feel his fingers stretching you out. You feel your wetness dripping out with every pump and covering areas of your inner thighs before Jimin releases his fingers and has you lick them clean. He lets out a small grunt watching your tongue circle and suck onto his fingers. He then latches onto your clit with his mouth. You feel his tongue swipe down your folds, teasing you with an in and out motion. You jut your hips upward but Jimin does a hell of a job preventing you from moving up any higher. You squirm in his grip, feeling your high coming close. "Jimin, fuck! You're gonna make me cum." You see his eyes look up at you, this time, full of lust. He simply nods as he continues to let his tongue suck you dry and explore the insides of you - the sight being enough to tip you over and make you climax. "Jimin!" You yell his name as your body twitches from underneath his grip. He gives your pussy one last lick, causing you to tremble at the sensitivity.

"You're so fucking pretty when you call my name." He says almost at a whisper. "How else can I make you feel good, baby?" He places soft kisses along your neck and jaw. You tug on his pants, causing him to chuckle and toss his shirt and pants off to the side.

"Please."

"Please, what? Use your words, beautiful."

"I want you deep inside of me. I wanna feel you." He bites onto his bottom lip and smirks. You run your hands down his chiseled abs and his V-line, completely in awe of how beautiful this man truly was. He was driving you crazy, everything about him. His eyes, his soft hair, his scent, his body. Good god.

He removes his boxers, making his hardened cock spring out. It was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen - perfectly long and thick, with veins running upward in various places. You pump him a few times, causing him to let out small moans, before placing your thumb on his reddened head to spread the pre-cum around his tip. He lowers his body back down onto you, his member teasing your entrance and gently grazing your folds. He kisses you passionately before you watch him grab his cock and place the head at your entrance. He inches in, lowering his body back down and bringing the blanket over your bodies while watching your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"You okay?"

"Mhm." You let out, your nails already digging onto his back. He kept a steady pace and slowly eased you into it. Your moans became breathy as he picked up the pace, his hands now keeping your legs opened wider for him. "Mmmmff, Jimin." You pleaded. "Just like that."

"Fuck, babygirl. The way you call my name." He quickly tilts his head back before ramming his body into yours as he became a little rough with it. Your thighs were folded up near your stomach as he held it there and continued to thrust in and out of you. With him picking up the pace, you felt yourself about to reach your climax and cum again.

"God, I'm gonna cum." You continued to moan loudly, until you were gripping onto the blankets and your eyes were rolling back once again. He greatly slowed down his pace, letting you ride out your high once more while placing kisses along your breasts and your lips. He wraps his arms around you and brings the blanket over while he sits back against the couch and lets you straddle him once more. The blanket comfortably sits below your waist, your eyes locked with his. He simply smiles at you, tucking a strand behind your ear and caresses your cheek. You gently and slowly ride him as you lean into his hand and place a kiss on his palm. His hands drop down to your waist, gripping onto them as you kept a steady pace while resting your hands on the couch behind him. You pick up your pace as you watch him squirm underneath you. He begins to call out your name, his hisses and groans accompanying the sound of your wet pussy riding him into the sunset.

"Y/N, fuck. Y-You're gonna make me cum." He tilted his head back, his hands losing grip around your hips as you rode his cock faster. "L-like that." He stutters. "Ugh, god." He hisses. You can tell he's about to let go with the way he's holding back his moans.

"J-Jimin, hmmmmph." You tilt your head back as you feel yourself about to cum for the third time tonight. "Please cum with me." You plead as your moans get louder.

"Oh shit, I'm gonna cum." He spits out as his fingers deep into your hips. You feel him fill you up completely as you ride out the rest of your high, Jimin's head now resting against your chest as you hold him close. You both stay in the position for awhile to catch your breath. After a moment, he looks up to meet your eyes and smiles, kissing you on the lips before helping you off his lap. He helps clean you up a bit before cleaning himself up and throwing his shirt and sweats back on. You fix the blanket onto the floor and drag some pillows down from the couch so you could lay on your stomach somewhat comfortably on the floor.

"You don't wanna get up to the bed?" Jimin laughed as he kneeled and rubbed your back.

"No, I'm too comfortable now."

"That good, huh?"

"Shut up, Jimin. Leave me alone." He laughed louder.

"I'll go grab another blanket." He says, going into the storage closet to grab another thick blanket to drape over your bodies. He lays next to you, his back resting against the couch as he propped his elbow up and rested his head on his hand. He continued to rub your back as you both looked over at the TV, the movie now nearing the end.

"I have to rewind the movie." You pouted, making Jimin chuckle.

"Go ahead." He watched as you flipped the remote up and brought the movie back to the last place you remembered seeing. You sunk your body into Jimin's, his lips lightly pressing on your head. Not even 5 minutes back into the movie, you felt your eyes getting heavy.

"Ah, I'm getting so sleepy though."

"You took a nap earlier. What do you mean?"

"I worked out a lot today." He laughed and lightly tickled you, making you hit his hand away.

"I see that. Go to sleep."

"Are you going to stay?" You mumbled.

"Only if you want me to."

"Of course I do." He smiled. "But what are you going to do?"

"Watch anime or whatever is on Netflix. Don't worry about me."

"Mmkay."

"Goodnight, baby." He whispers in your ear before kissing your cheek. The word baby made the butterflies come back (and the pussy throb, yet again, but you shoved that in the back of your mind because you definitely didn't have energy to go another round, as much as you wanted to).

Jimin watches as you quickly fall asleep, smiling to himself while he continues to play with your hair. He was happy. So happy. More than he's ever felt before and he wasn't sure how you were doing it. He was caught in your spell and he didn't even see it coming. You had him so undone. All he wanted to do was make this work with you and he was willing to, more than you knew. He didn't care about the time difference, he didn't care about your life being back in LA, he just didn't care about anything you've worried about because he believed you were worth it and he was going to put in this effort. You could figure everything else out later, but he just wanted this to be.

Alexa, play: Vibez x Zayn

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Heatwave Drabble #8: contaminated

[Heatwave // Godless // Heatwave Drabbles] <- read first!

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Summary: We’re always gonna be contaminated.

Genre: drabble, angst, fwb au, roommate au, f2l

Warnings: more feels!

Word count: 4.1k

A/N: Title named after the song Contaminated by BANKS. (Should give it a listen after reading!) Unedited!!!

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“So what you’re telling me is, you fucked your roommate slash best friend who thought you were seducing him in the middle of a heatwave, and now, 9 months into sleeping together, you’re in love with him. Not only sleeping with, but also doing domestic coupley things like cooking together and cuddling during Netflix, but you guys not once made it official, or even exclusive because you both have commitment issues. And you thought he loved you too, so you decided to test him by saying you’re going on a date with someone to see his reaction, only for that to backfire right in your face because he slept with someone out of anger.”

You blink. “Man, why d’you have to put it like that?”

“Put it like what? I just summarised everything you told me concisely.” He laughs and pulls you in closer. You can’t help but note how different he smells, not bad, but just not what you’re used to. “So in conclusion, you’re both idiots and now you’re heartbroken.”

“I- I’m not heartbroken, I wouldn’t go that far. I’m just… a bit bummed out.” You avoid his gaze, squirming in his arms because the heat under the covers is starting to get to you.

“Wow, one night with you and I already know how stubborn and headstrong you are. You literally teared up a minute ago when you were talking about him. This is your problem: even now, you’re not willing to admit your true feelings. How well has that worked for you so far?” He shakes his head in dismay, his investment in your predicament surprisingly genuine.

This is a weird as fuck situation you’ve gotten yourself in. Out of desperation for relief from your, okay fine, heartbreak, you went out last night and came home with a guy. Taehyung had also gone out, and judging by the fact that it’s now the morning after and he still has yet to return, you can guess the direction in which his night went. It stings, but now you’re a hypocrite. This guy who you don’t even know the name of, Club Guy, has turned out to be more than just a fuck though. He knew he was the rebound for someone else, and he was more than glad to help. But one thing led to another, and the next thing you know, after your third round, you are pouring your heart out to this guy - this random, incredibly attractive, amazing at giving head, guy from the club.

It would be awfully strange, except he is unusually good at comforting people. You’re might consider keeping this one as a friend.

“Dude, I know it’s not my forte. I’m not good at expressing my emotions, okay?” You revel in the softness of his fingertips as he feathers your back. The sun is peeking through your curtains; you’re counting down the minutes until Taehyung returns, but at least speaking to Club guy is taking your mind off the fact that he was with someone else last night. “Yes, I’m heartbroken. I… I fucking love him. I know it was my fault for trying to get a reaction from him, but I just wanted him to say it, you know? Say that he loves me out in the open and that he wants me to… I don’t know, be his girlfriend. Girlfriend? Is that the right word? It sounds so weird. I don’t fucking know.”

Club Guy rolls his eyes, sighing at your ineptitude to grasp the simple concept of love. “Yes, girlfriend. God, you’re so annoyingly cute.” He smiles a smile at you that others would surely swoon for, and though your mind is too preoccupied with the boxy grin of someone else, you appreciate the warmth in his eyes. “Look, was it the night before the last that this all went down?”

“Yes.” Too fresh, too soon for you to be sleeping with someone else, you know. But you needed it so badly, you just needed to take your mind off him.

“What about the morning after? Surely you’ve seen each other since. From how you described him, I feel like there’s no way he could bring someone home knowing that you’re in the room next door.”

The memory sears.

You distinctly remember hearing their awkward morning-after conversation out in the dining room. After a long debate of whether to go out and reveal yourself to them or not, you decided that, fuck it, you’d already cried yourself to sleep last night because of this stupid son of a bitch, there is no reason for you to inconvenience yourself just to save Taehyung an even more awkward encounter. And so you stormed out of your room, eyes probably still a bit puffy and red, pretended you can’t see them and proceeded to make yourself a smoothie.

Yes, a homemade smoothie. You made sure to turn the setting of the blender all the way up so it was as loud and noisy as possible. You’re petty like that.

Especially because she’s using your mug.

Taehyung’s look of surprise when he saw you come out of your room did not give you even a fraction of satisfaction. Just a sad pang in your heart.

“I- Oh. I didn’t know you were home.” There was shame in his voice, and you hated every twist of your heart that it elicited.

You ignored him, not even a second of eye contact, poured that mango and berry smoothie and padded back into your room.

You had cried into your smoothie because his hair was messy like it usually was in the morning, voice still a deep rasp and eyes not fully open yet. And you had wanted to hug him so badly.

“It was awkward. I was a cold bitch and ignored him when I interrupted their breakfast. But no, he didn’t know, he was shocked to see me home.” You mutter, burying your face into your pillow to try to forget yesterday morning.

You could have said something, at least shown how hurt you were so he would apologise. Because you know he would apologise. But of course, you had a prideful image to uphold. Classic classic.

“Then…” Club Guy runs his fingers through your hair, twirling at the ends. “Then I feel like it’s really not too late. I’ll be out of here soon, and when he comes back, just sit him down and speak to him calmly. Calmly being the key word here. Explain to him that you weren’t actually remotely interested in the guy you went on a date with, and just wanted to prompt him to make you his. Tell him that you made a mistake and you’re hurt by what he did, but you can look past it because you were both in the wrong. Or maybe just tell him that you love him and don’t want to be with anyone else. It’s your choice whether you tell him about you and me, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him is all I’m saying.”

You contemplate his words. It sounds easy as hell when he says it like that, but you know when the moment comes, you will freeze up, panic, and muck it up somehow. It’s just a ‘I’m sorry’ and three simple words. Yet it feels like the most difficult thing you’re going to do.

“But what if he doesn’t understand. What if he doesn’t even like me like that, I feel like I could be grossly misinterpreting things.” You’ve pondered about this possibility since two nights ago. Afterall, how could he just go out and sleep with someone like that right after your fight if you mean so much to him? But then again, look at you now - likewise in bed with someone, albeit mostly for therapeutic reasons.

Club Guy shakes his head looking at you, almost in pity at how you could possibly still not get it. Smirk playing at his lips that remind you so much of Taehyung’s smugness. Fuck, it hasn’t been two days and you already miss him so much that your bones ache.

“Look, your best friend is head over heels in love with you and you’re seriously blind for not being able to see this earlier. Didn’t you say he would stay up all night with you during exam season to make you coffee and massage your shoulders? There’s no question about it, the guy is more whipped than whipped cream.”

Club Guy sits up, the covers falling off his front to reveal his toned sparsely tattooed body. You watch him wordlessly get dressed, the storm that is your mind whirling you into pieces. He’s right. He’s so right, and you hate it. The solution is honestly so simple. You and Taehyung are like two dots on a blank page. Instead of a mere straight line to connect the dots, you drew spirals around each other, closer and closer but never touching.

Should you tell him about Club Guy? You feel like you should. Though he is right, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. But you don’t want any more games, anymore dishonesty. Straight line.

“Uh, thank you for talking this out with me, I appreciate it. I’ve had no one to talk to about this because none of my friends know about him and I, and it’s kind of too late for me to drop the bomb now.” The awkwardness begins to trickle in, on your part at least. Club Guy just smiles that smile at you, rather pleased with himself.

“I should have charged you for that.” He shimmies into his skin tight black jeans, eyes crescent in amusement.

“What, the sex or the therapy session?” You joke. It’s sad because he has such potential to be a great fuck buddy, and you 9 months ago would not have hesitated to make him your next booty call. But the truth is, even as you were kissing, fucking someone else, you were imagining Taehyung the whole time.

If love is a sickness, you’re plagued on your deathbed.

Club Guy laughs. “If it doesn’t work out, call me I guess. But I’m rooting for the two of you idiots. You better not fuck this up.” When he slides into his shoes, you realise how much you dread him leaving. Firstly, because finally speaking to someone about all your pent up emotions for Taehyung feels like a weight lifted off your chest. Secondly, because you really don’t want to be left alone right now. You don’t want to agonise over every second that Taehyung isn’t home yet.

Lethargically, you stretch over the covers and roll out of bed, your limbs feeling especially heavy with the looming pressure of what you have to say to Taehyung. “I’ll… walk you out.”

The next series of events happens in shutters.

Mid yawn, as you’re scuttling down the hallway after Club Guy to see him out, the front door swings open. Taehyung walks in in yesterday’s clothes, wearing a miserable expression to begin with. But when his eyes glance up and locks on your male company, his face…

Shatters.

You have never seen Taehyung’s temper explode before. You’ve witnessed his grumpy tantrums, his quiet sulking, but this - a detonation of pure rage, catalysed by shock - runs your blood ice cold.

‘What the fuck?’ His voice is deadly low, eyes flying between the two of you. And instantly, you’re filled with a reciprocating anger. He can’t possibly go off on you right now, he can’t have the fucking nerve. Not when you hadn’t said a word about him and that girl yesterday.

“Holy shit…” From the corner of your eye, Club Guy turns a ghastly sheet of white.

It doesn’t dawn on you until he spits his name out like poison. ‘Park Jimin, what the fuck?’

And sense exits your brain.

You can’t move a muscle if you wanted to, nor utter a sound. You feel like flotsam, swept away by a roaring wave. This can’t be happening. This can’t be real. Of all people, all people, you slept with Park Jimin. As in Taehyung’s ex-best friend who his girlfriend had cheated on him with, Park Jimin.

“Oh my fucking god. Kim Taehyung…” To his credit, Jimin can at least speak, unlike you. Gone was the lovely, charming guy talking you through your crisis. He brushes his hair back in disbelief. “I- What the fuck… I swear I didn’t know she’s your girl.” You try not to let the words ‘your girl’ sink in too much. Because you were his, even if you weren’t.

“I swear to fucking god. I give you 10 seconds to leave my house before I kill you.” Not only can you not believe your poor luck of managing to bring home Jimin of all people from a random bar, you also cannot believe the fury seething from Taehyung, someone who you no longer recognise.

Jimin does not need to be told twice; he spares you one last glance before dashing out.

After the door slams, there’s just silence. Your eyes fixed on Taehyung’s, mind trying to comprehend how royally you’ve fucked up once again. You’re desperately trying to convince yourself that it isn’t your fault, you didn’t know. But the hurt trickling through Taehyung’s angry facade inoculates you with enough guilt to make you nauseous.

“Seriously?” Taehyung is trembling, from rage or heartache you don’t know. “You fucked Jimin?”

“I… I had no idea, I swear, Taehyung.” You want to move towards him but your feet stay planted on the ground. Your own throat is trembling, definitely out of heartache. You can’t imagine the pain tearing through him right now.

Another moment of an agonising silence. Every second you’re just standing there flabbergasted is a fresh stab to your chest. How did you two get to this place?

“So you fucked him? Yes or no?” When his voice cracks, it takes everything in you to keep the tears from springing.

You swallow. “Yes.”

Taehyung shuts his eyes, and it feels like he’s shutting the chapter of his life that is you. The end is looming, you can feel it. You don’t see how you two could possibly recover from this. How could he forgive you?

“Did it not cross your mind that that Jimin you were fucking could be the Jimin who stole my ex-girlfriend? Like the Jimin that led me to move in with you in the first place? Did I seriously not cross your mind even once?” His words are a slap after slap, no, even more physical than a slap.

Did he not cross your mind, he has the audacity to ask. He was the only thing on your mind, that idiot.

“I didn’t know his name, Taehyung.” You try to suppress the surge of injustice you feel. Of course you thought about him. How could he even ask something like that, as if you’ve done this out of malice.

“Oh, right.” He scoffs, shoulders dropping. “I forgot, you fuck guys without learning their names.”

And just like that, the line between sadness and anger is breached.

“Excuse me? What did you just say to me?”

“Do you want me to repeat it?”

Somehow, anger hurts more than the guilt you had felt. It manifests as something grotesque festering away in your chest, all the bitterness, the tears, the heartbreak, all condensed into this ugly emotion.

“Taehyung, you went and fucked someone first while I was in the room next door.” His tightly drawn brows soften a little. “I heard everything, every creak of the bed, every moan, every fucking thing. You have no idea how much that killed me, not a single fucking idea.” You feel your face crumpling, eyes stinging, and you hate falling apart like this in front of him, but there’s nothing holding your broken pieces together anymore. “I didn’t say a single word about it, shit, I even let that bitch use my mug while I was dying inside. And now you have the nerve to pin this on me and make me feel like a worthless piece of shit.”

You watch it dawn on him, the distraught state of your mind. And you want it to feel like a competition, like ha, you hurt me way more. But it isn’t. There is no winner. There’s just you two, gradually losing each other.

“I was drunk…” He croaks. “And I didn’t know you were home, I thought you went home with Junho.”

“You really think that little of me. Then you don’t know me at all if you think I would’ve done that. But look at yourself, you didn’t text me once that night, just went straight out to the club and fucked some girl. And what about last night? You didn’t come home either.” You hiss, pitch raising.

“I didn’t sleep with her last night. I couldn’t even kiss her for more than a minute on her bed because it felt so wrong it made me fucking sick. I stayed on her couch and thought about you all fucking night. Happy?”

The truth rams into you no lighter than a train. You curse yourself. You curse him. This spectacular mess is unravelling so devastatingly that you want to scream. You can’t stomach the thought that you were fucking Jimin while he was thinking about you. Your situations mirrored one night after the next.

“And you say you were dying inside, but what about me? Hmm?” He flings his arms in exasperation. “Well what about me? How do you think I felt when I found out you were going on a date with some guy I’ve never heard you mention? How do you think I felt when you left me here all alone after that fight to wonder what the hell you were going to do with him that night? What else could I have done except get so drunk that I didn’t even remember my own name?” Seeing pain splatter across his beautiful features perhaps ruins you more than anything else. But your own pain is ringing.

“You didn’t even text me once! All you needed to do was tell me not to go, and I would have fucking stayed!” You cry, your throat dry and clogged.

“Did you want me to get on my fucking knees and beg? I didn’t have a right to tell you not to go. If you wanted to go, who am I to stop you?” He yells, a sheen now coating over his eyes, much like your own.

“GOD, I didn’t want to go, Taehyung! I don’t like him at all! Junho was nice but my mind wasn’t on him for even one second. I was coming back home to tell you I love you because I can’t stomach being with anyone else. But guess what? You were out pulling someone else because I clearly meant so little to you. Then I had to stay up all night listening to your fucking sex noises. I’m not the one who fucked up first here.”

Taehyung takes a breath to retort, but stops. Nothing but woundedness in his eyes. It’s clear that your words are embedding into him. The I was coming back home to tell you I love you. His expression falls, rapid breathing slows.

You’re looking at each other like you don’t recognise the other. Because it has never been like this between you two before. He has never felt more foreign, distant.

And when a wave of silence to calm you both has passed, he says quietly, “Why did you have to do that to me in the first place? I… I thought it was clear how I felt…”

The thundering tempest of your temper eases completely at the brokenness in his eyes. Acrid taste of regret in your mouth at the words that you hadn’t meant. Taehyung wasn’t the one who fucked up first, you shouldn’t have pulled that whole date thing. If you had just trusted him, and given him time, you would not be here right now.

But look at you two, fighting once again. Calmly, Jimin had said. And even that, you weren’t capable of. This is a childish game, the tossing of blame, and you’re drained. You don’t want to fight anymore. You don’t want to hurt. But you don’t know how to end this without ending everything.

“You really, really hurt me, Taehyung. But I was still willing to let it go. I was waiting for you to come back to tell you that… To tell you how I feel.” Your voice is soft now, diminished to just more than a whisper. You feel so extremely vulnerable, your frame creases inwards.

“You slept with Jimin…” Taehyung breathes, fists slowly unclenching. “Y/N, not just anyone, Jimin. I know I’d be a hypocrite if it were anyone else, but it’s him.”

“I didn’t know it was Jimin.”

“I didn’t know you were home after the date.”

For a good long second, you just stare at each other, chests heaving, throats raw, and you wonder if you are going to kiss and make up right this instant. Because for a moment, it feels like you could. It feels like you could forsake the past and just start anew.

But the window for that opportunity passes by as neither one of you takes a step forward.

You’re going in circles, you know.

“This isn’t going to work.”

Despite everything, this has been the hardest thing for you to say yet. And this time, you let the tears roll down. Your heart is screaming at you because it is on fire, but you persist through it because you know this has to stop and he doesn’t have the heart to say it so it has to be you.

And you just look long and hard at Taehyung, watch his eyes widen, shift, as he registers the finality of this outcome. It has been a wreckage. Only fragments of what once was a beautiful thing is left. You can’t keep hurting each other like this, and he finally knows it.

“What do you mean?” He asks, as if your heart hasn’t broken enough.

You want to fall onto your knees and sob.

“I mean, this needs to end. We’re doing and saying things we don’t mean and causing each other so much pain. If it was meant to work, it would have worked. I don’t want to keep doing this, Taehyung. Let’s stop this before we hurt more.”

Falling. Tears keep falling.

You’re breathing, yet choking on air.

Taehyung’s cheeks are stained, eyes rimmed with red. You have to clamp down on your lips to prevent yourself from crying out loud. When he closes his eyes, streams flow out, and you don’t think you’ve ever experienced greater pain. You want to hold him so badly, so badly. You want to tell him that you’re sorry for everything, and that you’ll always forgive him no matter what he’s done. But you can’t. Because you know things can never return to the way they were. Neither of you will be able to forget what the other’s done, it will live in the back of your minds, eating away at your insecurities.

Your love is tainted. Contaminated. And always will be now.

And even still, the selfish part of you wants him to say something, protest, fight for you. But you know he won’t. Because you know he knows it won’t be the same.

“So this is it? It’s over?” Cracks in his voice, cracks in your hearts.

It’s over.

But you can’t say it, so you just nod. All of this, just gone within days. Was your love so fragile to begin with? You were such a fool to believe that it would be enough.

“You can stay here, I’ll go.” You finally tear your eyes away from him, vision but a white glassy blur. You would rather him stay, it’s the least amount of respect you could offer to show how much he means to you.

And as you’re about to turn away, “You know that I love you, right?”

He says it, the first and last time you’ll hear those three words containing the meaning you’ve been seeking.

The tears don’t feel like they can stop.

“I know. I love you, Taehyung.”

And that has been your problem. You love each other too much but trust yourselves not enough.

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A/N: Sorry SORRY!! Don’t hate me… ;----; one part left </3

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22/02/19

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Forte [1-1][M]

Summary: Min Yoongi is a world renowned musician. Loved by millions, his shows are always sold out, and he’s usually busy getting ready to leave for another country during his many, many world tours. You are also a musician, matching his level of fame perfectly and on top of that, you happen to be dating him. There’s only one issue- you’re from rivaling companies, forcing you to be full of hate towards each other for the sake of your careers whenever the cameras were rolling. Thankfully for your career, everyone, your manager included, thought it was real. Sadly for you though, everyone thought it was real.

Genre: Angst, romance, fluff, eventual smut probably

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Profanity, angst, an innuendo, but nothing much

This is part of my Facing the Music series. This is part 1.

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"So, number two on the charts! That's quite the feat."

The interviewers' voice was excited but somewhat dulled and hollow- likely from the sheer fact of how many celebrities this exact phrase has been spoken to. The man on the couch simply smiled, tired from the knowledge that he'd have to be here for another hour while doing his best to attempt to keep the upbeat energy. "Yes, I suppose it is. I honestly never thought I'd ever reach it." He spoke, his leg bouncing as he leaned forward. His hair was beginning to lose its previous well-groomed appearance, now slightly covering his eyes, much to his annoyance.

"Speaking of which, the number one spot. It must be quite the feeling knowing you've been beaten by a mere 5 points." The interviewer pointed out, leaning slightly against his desk as he attempted to look at the celebrity sitting on a chair next to him, drinking up his change in expression. The shift from genuine joy to shock was precisely what he was hoping for, but seeing it now was so much better than he thought it'd be.

"Yeah, it's not really something that happens too often, huh?" The celebrity laughed tiredly, attempting to break the tension. "It'll be interesting to see what happens in the future. Maybe I'll even get to number one. We'll see." He grinned, shuffling in the soft seat under him.

"And what about your competition?" The interviewer asked, leaning yet closer, his eyebrow raising as he awaited a response. The celebrity across from him paused before smirking as he leaned forward as well. "Doubt she could've made it if not for her team. Personally, I think you have to actually be talented to chart, but I guess they let anyone on there." He laughed, his mouth opening to speak once again only to be cut off by the click of the t.v going black.

You turned to your manager, hugging your pillow as you looked at the man, his face noticeably red with anger. "Did you hear that?" He asked, turning to face you once again. "He dissed you on national television. Who does he think he is?" By then, he was beginning to yell, rising off the couch, his hands shaking in his anger. You only followed, yawning from the warmth of your pajamas, your brain tired as you tried to find something to say.

"We'll get him back." Your manager spoke once again, leaning against the back of the couch as he moved close to you. The action caused you to jump slightly, your gaze lifting to meet his. "Do you have any ideas?" He asked, you only shaking your head in response. You could feel your phone vibrate from where it sat under your thigh, and you were beginning to grow sleepy. All you wanted was to be alone.

Your manager sighed. "Alright, well, it's getting late. You can go. We'll think of something." You nodded, standing up from the soft couch, placing the pillow back down in its spot as you grabbed your phone, having an idea of who it was. After all, there was only one person who'd bother to text you this late. "Thank you, sir." You smiled. "Sleep well."

"You too." He responded as you began to head towards the stairs leading up to your bedroom. "Just remember what we have to do in the morning." He called after you, his voice causing you to pause before you slowly turned to face him once again. "What do we need to do in the morning?" You questioned, genuinely confused. "Brainstorming." He responded. "We can't let him get away with that."

You merely smiled, laughing a bit to yourself. "No, it's fine; we don't need to do anything about it." You responded, holding your constantly vibrating phone close to you. "I think he's just trying to be intimidating in the hopes that I'll drop down to second place. I doubt he truly meant it."

Your manager sighed. "You're too nice about all of this. Something like that could ruin your career," he explained, flopping tiredly onto the couch as his head came to rest in his hands. He sat up, leaning against the back of the long, curved sofa. You sighed a bit. "I don't think one man could ruin my career." You spoke softly. "I doubt he'd sabotage his own career in order to ruin mine." You attempted to assure him, glancing at your phone for a split second as it began to aggressively vibrate, holding it close once again as you noticed it was ringing.

"But that could be his tactic. He's on tour right now, and you have to leave for yours in a week as well. It's all part of the plan. You're both the biggest artists right now; he only sees you as competition." Your manager spoke, standing up once again as he moved his arms around to emphasize his point. You simply nodded, deciding it wasn't good for either of you to continue arguing- not that you had the energy to continue anyway.

"I see your point." You yawned, exhausted at this point. "We'll brainstorm in the morning then." Your manager seemed to finally calm down a bit, nodding tiredly at your words. "Yes, you're right, you can go now for real this time. Sorry for keeping you up longer than you needed to be." He apologized, moving to grab his coat from one of your chairs, sliding it on as you watched, waiting for him to leave so you could lock your door. He paused to glance at the clock on the wall as he turned to leave, grimacing slightly at the sight. "Ah, it's almost 3 am."

You quietly followed your manager downstairs, smiling as he opened the door, turning to face you. "Sleep well." He smiled. "You too." You responded happily, listening as the door clicked shut, listening for the other two clicks as you made sure it was locked. You sighed tiredly, surprisingly much happier about being home alone than you thought you would be. Your hand traced along the light switch, flicking it down as darkness instantly filled the room. You lifted your phone, unlocking it as you made your way along to continue turning off the lights, yawning as you returned the missed call, listening to it ring as you made your way back upstairs.

A smile snuck onto your face at the soft click of someone answering, the familiar voice coming from the small device already enough to make your heart rate increase.

"So, you were awake."

His voice was much deeper than usual, raspy with exhaustion. It made your cheeks ever so slightly warm. "Yeah, sorry, my manager just left." You explained, finally sliding into your bedroom as you finished turning all of the lights off, the door clicking behind you as you moved quickly across the large space, flopping onto your bed in joy.

He hummed softly with understanding, his pajamas loud against his sheets as he shuffled on his bed- at least that's what you assumed he was doing. "This late? It's-" He paused, the shuffling continuing as he mumbled out a confused "fuck, what time is it?" His bed creaked a bit as moved around, mumbling to himself as he seemingly got up, the whole thing making you giggle silently to yourself. You guessed he had rolled out of bed to find a clock, but what in his likely exhausted mind make him look for a clock somewhere instead of just checking his phone was a mystery to you.

Another creak sounded at the loud thump the sounded from the device, the shuffling continuing as he got comfortable. "It's 3 am; why is he just now leaving anyway?"

"Your little interview last night." You snapped playfully, doing your best to pretend to be mad. There was a short silence before his laughter filled your ears, the sound enough to make your heart skip a beat. "Why is he booing? I'm right." He chided just as playfully, you laughing as well in response.

"Speaking of which, how's your tour going?" You asked, letting your body sink into the pillows behind you, sliding under the thick blanket you were resting on top of. The groan you got immediately in response told you everything you needed to know, listening closely as he began to speak. "I'm having the time of my life, the crowd's energy has been insane, and I've been excited for each day." He spoke softly, you letting out a hum in response. "I'm exhausted, though." He admitted, the exhaustion in his voice heavy enough to be felt.

"At least I get to talk to you now." He mumbled, a smile once again returning to your face. "Plus, we'll be in the same town soon." He added, his voice low. You grinned. "Sweet, we get to hang out." You added. "Hell yeah." He laughed, humming tiredly as he moved closer to the phone, the sound of his phone rubbing against his pillow heard instead of whatever he was also trying to say.

"Anyway, hey." He piped up, seeming to finally sit still, yawning loudly as he settled down. "Are you busy in the morning?" He questioned, his voice growing raspier with his growing exhaustion; the rumble of each word practically felt deep within your thighs, the feeling surprising to you. "Yeah, we're supposed to be coming up with things for the tour and how to get you back. My manager was really upset by your little remark."

There was a long silence, his breathing the only thing stopping it from becoming a long, crushing reign. "How early do you think you'll need to be up?" He asked, his voice much lower than before, a feeling besides his own tiredness now present, though one you couldn't quite name.

"Probably about..." You paused, glancing at the clock on the small table next to your bed. "8-9." You finally finished your sentence, a loud yawn escaping immediately after. "Damn."

"Yeah, sorry."

Silence finally reigned, this time somewhat crushing. "Can I turn the camera on?" He suddenly piped up, yawning as you told him that he could. You stared at the small screen in your hand, rolling onto your side as you pulled one of the pillows next to you, propping the device against it as his face finally flashed up in front of you.

His hair was messy, flopping messily over his eyes, his head resting limply against a pillow, which caused his cheeks to noticeably squish. His eyes were bright in the light of his phone, a noticeable grin spreading on his face, a face mask could be seen clinging to his face glossy against the pale glow.

"Come on camera, too; I wanna see you." He mumbled, his eyes focused on his screen, shuffling to pull the blanket up past his shoulders. "Alright, alright." You chuckled softly, his expression lighting up the second your camera switched on, his gaze soft as he took your relaxed form in.

The soft flashing light of a T.V could be seen illuminating his face, whatever show was playing somehow not enough to catch his attention even slightly, the lack of sound causing you to assume he had muted it. His blinks were slow and tired as he continued to look at you, smiling to himself. Many sheets of paper and notebooks surrounded him on the bed, just behind where he was lying, easy to miss if you weren't careful.

Your eyes dropped to the notebooks on the bed, wondering what was contained within. You were always excited to hear what he wrote and his thoughts, so much so that you always excitedly bought his music whenever it came out- secretly, of course. You always wished that you could have a physical album in your possession, not only to admire the artistry that was the cover and the music contained within but to have a part of him.

"Wait, I just remembered."

His head lifted slightly, his eyes bright in the light of his phone. "It's a surprise, but I got you something. It'll be a while before you can get it, but I decided I'd let you know before I forgot to tell you again." He chuckled a bit. "Thought it would give you something to look forward to."

"Can I get a hint?"

"Wouldn't be much of a surprise then, would it?"

"No, I guess not." You responded. "Just thought I'd be able to get something."

"You are getting something. Just not right now."

"Alright, smartass."

He immediately laughed- a soft but heavy noise that was like music to your ears. He was so much more carefree at night, especially when it was just the two of you. It was such a substantial difference compared to his usual demeanor, but it was one you more than appreciated even having the chance to experience. He deserved nothing more than to be happy, and seeing him in such a way made you swell with a feeling you didn't even know existed- but it was a feeling you loved more than anything.

You didn't know what you'd do without him.

"I love you." You found yourself blurting out quite softly, the immediate change in expression causing your face to grow warm as you realized you had said it louder than you thought. He merely continued to smile, his gaze feeling as if his eyes had met yours through the phone, the feeling causing you to shuffle as he chuckled with delight.

"I love you too."

It was such a simple sentence, but one that filled your body with a euphoric feeling, one so short but so intense you felt like you were going to explode in what you were sure was less than a second. You laughed with the feeling, your legs wiggling ever so gently under the blanket. "I'm glad."

"Did you doubt that I didn't?"

His tone was genuine, but somehow understanding even though you hadn't said anything. It made you wonder if he ever had similar thoughts. 

It wasn't that you doubted his feelings for you- far from it, you just hated to admit that you often wondered about being caught. The thought of losing him was a nightmare that crushed the deepest parts of you. You had this constant feeling that you shouldn't be calling him yours- that maybe your manager was right, and it was just a ploy. Some part of you had always said that he would leave you the second he needed to in order to keep his position- or worse; if you lost your own position. 

This only led to wondering if your fame was worth not having him around.

"No, I've never doubted for a second that you didn't." You explained. "I just worry about our careers. Like, how long we'll have to keep this a secret. I mean, what if we get caught. Imagine the scandals, and how the companies would react, and-"

"They don't have to know." He interrupted his voice rumbling slightly as he spoke. "What they don't know won't hurt them, and it won't hurt us. We'll be fine, I promise. This'll just be a little secret of ours."

You nodded, knowing he was right. They hadn't found out after all of these months; why would they now?

"Our little late-night secret." You grinned, enjoying the slight rush you got from keeping such a large secret. "Little night of love." He added, your nose scrunching immediately from the words. "Ew, Yoongi."

"What?"

"Don't say-" You stumbled over your words, flustered by his apparently innocent sentence. "Don't say that- ah, Yoongi." You stammered, his eyes growing wide as he apparently realized the connotations of what he said. 

"Oooh, I get it, 'cause fuc-"

"-Yoongi!"

He began to laugh once again, this time so loudly he needed to bury his face in one of his pillows, his body shaking. You merely rolled your eyes, trying to fight the smile that threatened to appear on your face. He had attempted to cheer you up you realized, and it had worked, but he didn't need to know that.

You yawned, suddenly realizing just how tired you had become, noticing quickly as Yoongi looked up, yawning as well, that you weren't the only one. "Tired?" You asked, teasing a bit playfully, watching as his laugh tiredly filled your ears.

"Hell yeah, always am."

You didn't want to go. He had to be up extremely early, if not in a few minutes, then very soon, and you didn't want to keep him up longer than you needed to, and you both had been at this for quite a few hours; in fact, it was about 6 which meant you yourself had only a few hours. His blinks were already slowly as was his breathing; his face sunk fully into the pillow as he continued to look at you. You took the opportunity to take his features, your breath being stolen as you wondered how someone could look so good even with a bit of darkness under his eyes and messy hair.

It wasn't until after a few minutes had passed that you realized that you had been sitting in silence the whole time. His eyes by then had closed, his breathing slow and deep as you realized he had already fallen asleep, little groans and hums escaping as a result of whatever dream had already started.

You snuggled closer to the small screen, each breath causing you to feel a sense of home, your body growing comfortable under the thick blankets as you began to feel your own eyes growing heavy. His hand twitched ever so slightly, his nose scrunching up on occasion, the sight making you wonder what it was he was dreaming about. He looked so peaceful when he slept, you noticed, a comfort you didn't usually see when he was awake. It was a peace you seemed to understand, enjoying how the mere feeling of him sleeping next to you- despite not actually being next to you, was enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine.

Your eyes had become too heavy to keep open a long time ago, as you were beginning to feel your thoughts leaving you. All you could process was this moment, your brain attempting to hold onto it for as long as it could as your mind finally went blank, the warmth eventually overtaking you.

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What Haunts Our Heads When Ghosts Say Goodnight

(There is. Substantial angst? Hopefully this was close to what you were looking for @katekarnage7 )

Geralt is surprisingly good at comforting Jaskier when he wakes up from nightmares. Or at least, it may be surprising to anyone who doesn’t know him. Similarly to how it may surprise the average person that Jaskier is far less certain how to deal with those emotions he expresses so valiantly. Let alone how to deal with it when Geralt expresses emotions. 

Despite his gruff demeanor, when the bard bolts upright and looks around the room for threats that aren’t there, Geralt always seems to know what to do. He’s intuitive about when to reach out, and gently wrap his hands around Jaskier’s biceps. When to pull Jaskier into his lap and gently press kisses over his warm skin to melt away the tension in his body. Over his face, his shoulders, his chest. Geralt always knows when to instigate something more to serve as a distraction, and when to keep things light. Soft affection helped bring Jaskier back to the present.

On the contrary, Geralt always seems to know when Jaskier doesn’t want to be touched. Doesn’t want to be held. Geralt somehow always has hot tea off to the side, ready and waiting for Jaskier to drink it and soothe his throat. (One would think the strain from silent screaming would be far less than that of making noise, but Jaskier’s throat was always dry and raw when he woke.) Next to the cup of tea is usually a large tankard of ale, for when Jaskier needs something substantially more relaxing.

Yes, despite his reputation for being rather emotionally stunted, if there is one thing Geralt knows how to do it is guide someone through dealing with trauma. (Though he is far better at the guidance than the practice itself.) Perhaps not in so many words, often without using any at all, but it is a skill he’s acquired over the years. A skill that Jaskier is rather grateful for. Despite being rather in tune with his emotions he still doesn’t quite know how to deal with the ones that are harsh and angry and daunting. He knows how to feel them, even knows how to label them, but how to escape them when they threaten to fill his mind and drown his sanity? When his sleep is plagued with memories of his father, or prophecies of a violent untimely death for the love of his life? Jaskier hardly knows how to pull himself out of it before he can no longer breathe in anything but panic. 

Somehow, Geralt always reaches in and lifts Jaskier out of the pool of his own anguish. 

They even had a system for when Jaskier was afraid of being alone, but couldn’t stand touch. A reference to their first meeting which served to remind him of something good, ground him in the moment, and comfort him. Geralt would reach out and tap Jaskier’s knee three times. Three words or less . . . He kept a constant three syllable beat until Jaskier could think again. Each tap an unsaid word. They. Aren’t. Real.

Jaskier is so eternally grateful.

It’s not a favor Jaskier has ever really been able to return, as Geralt does not really have need to sleep. Instead, he offers his watch while Geralt meditates. It is not quite the same. Jaskier stands to warn Geralt of physical threats, in contrast to the way that Geralt protects Jaskier from the ones in his own mind. Yet, it is a small way for the bard to show Geralt his gratitude. A subtle thank you despite subtly being far from Jaskier’s forte.

Still, Jaskier had resigned himself to the knowledge that subtly would have to suffice until one night. A night in which he learned that he was far from prepared to provide the same service for his dear witcher . . . 

Jaskier rolled over and slung his arm over Geralt’s chest. At least, he tried to. His hand flopped ungracefully against the bed, sheets cool and lonely in the dark of the night. He slowly cracked an eye open to see that there was no one with him. Even if Geralt did not sleep, he often laid with Jaskier while the bard tucked in for the night. His absence was noticed, and it bothered Jaskier substantially. He slowly pushed himself up and glanced around the room. His eyes finally fell on Geralt sitting in front of the door. 

“Ger?” Jaskier asked quietly. He was met with silence. He slipped to the side of the bed and sat with his legs hanging above the cool floor. He was hesitant to step onto the frozen floor, there was no fire started, but Geralt’s posture worried him. 

Carefully he set his feet down and stood up. He kept his blanket wound tightly over his shoulders, trying to glance around to see Geralt’s face. “Geralt?” He tried again. 

More silence.

Jaskier replayed their evening in his mind, nothing particularly eventful had happened. Geralt had finished a contract, came back to the inn. He even seemed in a good mood, and when he’d shared the events of his contract with Jaskier he’d used details! Of course, Jaskier had helped him undress and get into the tub they’d been provided. While Geralt laid and relaxed, Jaskier cleaned his armor and set it off to the side. Then he walked over to the tub and sat behind it, gently washing Geralt’s hair. 

Perhaps the most eventful aspect of the night was when Jaskier’s hands wandered over Geralt’s bare skin in the tub and the witcher pulled him in, clothes and all. Geralt muttered something about Jaskier being a tease, and they both gave into the moment.They laid together in the awkward space of the tub, with the warmth of the water splashing about. After that heated display, they both dried, got dressed, and ate dinner. It wasn’t long before they climbed into bed together. 

Jaskier had thought that Geralt would lay there long enough for Jaskier to fall asleep before perching at the end of the bed and meditating, but Geralt surprised him. Instead, he carefully wrapped his arms around Jaskier and closed his eyes. Jaskier recognized as Geralt’s breathing slowed and he allowed a genuine sleep to settle over him. Jaskier was quick to follow. 

So why, on Melitele’s life, was Geralt stiff as a sword, staring at their closed door?

“My dear heart, what’s got you-” He started.

Geralt snarled, voice barely a grumble in his chest as he growled lowly at Jaskier. He didn’t turn to look. He didn’t snap at Jaskier or tell him to fuck off like he usually did . . . Jaskier was sort of at a loss. 

He carefully walked over to where Geralt was sitting and sat down opposite him, leaning against the wall beside the door. “Hey.” He said quietly. Geralt’s eyes didn’t leave the door, but now that Jaskier could see how thin his pupils were he realized that Geralt was hardly even present. Whatever danger had him this defensive had all of his attention. Jaskier took a slow breath. “Sweetheart . . . can you tell me what is worrying you? So that I can help?” He asked quietly.

Geralt didn’t look away. Or rather, Jaskier was fairly certain that Geralt couldn’t look away. However, out of the corner of his eye he saw Geralt’s hand move. Three short taps. 

“They aren’t real?” Jaskier breathed and tilted his head. It took him a moment, but eventually he realized what was happening. He realized and his eyes widened some, “The things bothering you. They aren’t real.” He said. “You- had a nightmare?” He clarified.

Three more taps.

Okay. That was assurance enough at least that they were not in immediate danger, and some of the dread in Jaskier’s stomach lessened. Though most of it stayed firmly in place, because Geralt was still sitting so rigid and uncomfortably. Jaskier nodded slowly and tried to think. He wanted to say or do something that would help . . . he didn’t know how to. 

“I can’t imagine what plagues your mind at night, clearly you’ve had enough life that there is a variety of dark to choose from-” He started, aiming to comfort Geralt with his words. Clearly they were the wrong words though, as Geralt flinched almost imperceptibly. Jaskier clamped his mouth shut and tried for a different approach. “Alright . . . come on now, love. Let’s get back in bed.” He said.

Jaskier stood and carefully tucked a hand around Geralt’s arm, gently pulling up. The snarling returned and Jaskier’s hand removed itself before he even thought about it. When he recognized the fear in his chest he felt guilty, he was never afraid of Geralt- but then he realized that it wasn’t directed at Geralt but for. He was afraid that Geralt was hurt. Afraid that he’d make it worse. Afraid that Geralt would drown in his own mind the way Jaskier could. Terrified that he wouldn’t be able to help pull Geralt from it the way that Geralt did for him. 

He forced himself to take a slow breath and he cleared his throat. Panicking would do neither of them any good. He would think about this the way that Geralt often did. Logically. Pragmatically. Geralt was afraid of whatever his mind had conjured. Though he knew it wasn’t real, he couldn’t let his guard down and he had placed himself between Jaskier and the door. Just in case. So, Jaskier carefully walked behind Geralt. He settled himself down, sitting behind the witcher carefully. Gently, he wrapped his arms around Geralt’s waist from behind and leaned up against him, chest to back. It was a loose hold. One Geralt could get out of, if he needed to, but an affectionate one to let Geralt know that Jaskier was right here. Safe. 

Then, while one hand mindlessly traced calming shapes against Geralt’s firm chest, Jaskier tapped in threes each time Geralt’s heart beat. They. Aren’t. Real. He was glad to notice that the frequency slowed down as Geralt seemed to settle against him. Just enough that Geralt was no longer rigid and uncomfortable, but certainly not calm. 

So they sat. Well through the night, until the day brought a light to shine on anything trying to hide in the shadows. They sat together, Geralt never looking from the door, until the sound of clatter from downstairs filled the hollow silence. They sat until Geralt’s back slowly straightened and for the first time in hours Jaskier heard him take a full deep breath. 

“I’m sorry.” Geralt breathed, breaking the pattern so carefully created. 

Jaskier shifted and hooked his head over Geralt’s shoulder to get a better look at his face. He didn’t look away from the door, but he seemed far more present than before. Jaskier shook his head, “You have nothing to be sorry for.” He assured immediately, “You may apologize if you feel the urge to, but rest assured any grievance you feel you’ve committed is forgiven.” He said swiftly.

Geralt didn’t move. “You must be sore. Sitting like that.”

The observation was not wrong, but Jaskier couldn’t read Geralt’s expression. He bit the inside of his cheek and ducked his face, pressing his forehead against Geralt’s shoulder. “I uh- Wasn’t sure what to do. How to help. Usually we are in the opposite situation and I just wanted to show you that I was right there- that I was protected- that I loved you-” He tried to explain. “If it was not what you needed I understand and I am sorry, you should certainly tell me what I could do in the future-”

“Little lark.” Geralt said tightly. 

Jaskier’s voice caught and he nodded his acknowledgement. “Yes?”

Geralt turned to look over his shoulder, “It helped. Thank you.”

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YOURS: Emotions

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Member: Park Chanyeol (박찬열) / Byun Baekhyun (변백현)

Genre: Angst, Fluff & Smut (Later on)

Word Count:  3.8 k

Notes: So for this one, I tend to overdo it. I said to myself that I should stop but sometimes you just can’t :) Apologize for any mistakes made!

YOURS:

| Above & Beyond | Emotions | Endless Night | Moments | Future |

Next Update: August 9

Seoul, 3 months later

"Well I know that you need a car because you don't like people driving you around," her father said, "That's why I bought you a car" he extended his hand to give BMW's car key to her. "You don't have to dad, I'm fine with everything" she was deeply moved by another kind gesture of her foster father. "Oh please! I know that you love big car, SUV and you used to own an Audi. So I thought maybe, getting another SUV with the different brand seems like a fresh start for you" she was awed at the fact that he knows she likes SUV best more than a sedan. She was adopted by a couple, Kim Youngchul and Kim Eunkyung at the age of 7 years old. At that time, she wasn't even sure if someone wants to take her as their daughter and yet there they were raising her as their own child with all of the love and expensive gifts they bought for her. She was grateful for the fact that she's raised by a loving couple and also eager to pay them back.

It was 9 am when Baekhyun came into her office, with the biggest boyish grin she has ever seen "How's your flight yesterday?" he was leaning into the door frame. "It was nice, great weather with no air turbulence" she automatically smiled at him. Baekhyun is just that person that always brings up a smile on people. "Well, that's nice. Anyway, we have a board meeting in an hour. It'll be interesting to meet everyone on the board!" She was about to question him about the 'interesting' part but he quickly got out of her room after saying bye. She shrugged away her thoughts by continuing what her father has left her with pretty much already organized works. She happened to understand the way her father works, so it wasn't a big problem for her.

The meeting room was massive, pretty much designed for board or investors meeting. There was floor to ceiling window that brings light into the dark atmosphere. Black furniture mostly with some touch of black granite. "Good morning, Junmyeon" she greeted Junmyeon who just entered the room. Junmyeon was followed by a much taller man behind, that person sat in front of her. She would categorize as handsome as fuck sitting in front of her, that person didn't look familiar for her. In which, Baekhyun realized that they haven't got to introduce each other, "Oh! So this is Oh Sehun, our Chief Marketing Officer" Sehun then waved his hand, "Hello, I'm Oh Sehun. You must be (Y/N)!" His eyes were projecting excitement. She replied to his enthusiasm with a smile and non, just after that, Chanyeol entered the room. Not surprisingly, his aura radiated throughout the room. She knew even if he smiles, he will still radiate the same energy, the same dominant energy out of him. It's just simply not because he lacked smiling but there's that too.

The meeting started as soon as Chanyeol sat on his chair. They were presenting about weekly reports such as marketing strategy or how well the products received by their customers. Most of the time (Y/N) just took notes to understand the company more. She noticed the way Chanyeol was giving out comments to everyone, in most stoic yet dreadful ones. Whilst, Baekhyun smiled every time he talks about something. He seemed passionate about what he's doing, even if the CEO's not him. "Let's end the meeting here. Baekhyun, I want you to look out a more efficient way of producing the new product, something that doesn't lower the value" his brows were squinting together, "And, (Y/N) I need the weekly financial report by 3 pm. Please report to my office by then". Sure, it's very Chanyeol, she thought to herself. Only three hours to compile everything, she tried hard not to roll her eyes at him, well because of course, he's her boss for fuck's sake. She could see that Baekhyun was giving her an apologetic smile for his friend's usual behavior. It didn't shock her at all, she knew that even if she had so many experiences before, she still has to prove herself to Chanyeol. Man of an action not words, that's what he's. One thing for sure, she immediately thought that it's better to work for Baekhyun than for Chanyeol. She was also unsure why Baekhyun didn't take the role of the CEO since they started the company together.

Back at her office, sure the work environment that she's in made her think from important to the most unimportant stuff. There were lots of stuff going in and out from her mind from how good looking everyone is, how could you even manage to have good looking people with an amazing brain? And there's Chanyeol, she knew that Chanyeol was being skeptical of her. She wanted to prove to him that she got the position not solidly because her father too, she has great potentials, her performance used to be praised by the previous company. Sure if there wasn't her father, she wouldn't be here, but she crawled herself up into this peak point through sweat and tears. Even if she knew that she might lack stuff yet she's ready to prove himself to him.

While overthinking, suddenly Baekhyun entered the room with his fresh cologne blazing through the air. "Hello! How are you doing so far?" Baekhyun entered with a cup, where it seemed to be coffee? "You are gonna be used to Chanyeol" he continued with a smile "Here's a coffee for you, to get through the day". Baekhyun's surely a nice person, with a very bubbly life of course. He sat in front of her, "So, how's your first day?" Baekhyun placed his hands on the table and wrapped his fingers all together. "Well, it's nice to have some pressure and I'm also used to that" she took a sip out of cup and Baekhyun gave a sigh. "Chanyeol is always like that in the first place, eventually he will warm up to you. I can guarantee you that, he wasn't even like the idea of my existence, look at we now" Baekhyun scrunched his eyebrows together, "Hmm, he still hates me sometimes but I do know sometimes what he shows outside doesn't reflect what he's feeling inside" Baekhyun turned into a big grin kid. She returned him with a smile, "You two almost look alike, the fact that I talk much more than the two of you, that horrifies me" Baekhyun pretended to look scared of her. "You talk a lot, Mr. Byun, that's why probably I talk lesser than you" Baekhyun huffed, "Why is everyone keeps on telling me that? But surely those who said that love me" Baekhyun winked at her which earned a laugh from her. Baekhyun sure is a silly person, she thought to herself. "Okay then, I'll disturb you again later on, just because you have a report to be done in 1 hour" Baekhyun went out from her office. Baekhyun sure was loud and talkative but he's the person that will light up the mood for the room. She kinda liked that about him, he made her feel easier to work here by having those types of vibes.

She made her way into Chanyeol's office 5 minutes before 3 pm, she hasn't been inside but she saw his office while her father and Junmyeon were showing her around the office. She met his secretary in front, if she wasn't wrong, his name's Jaejin. "Sir, Ms. Kim is here to hand over the report," he said through the phone. "You can go inside Miss" he was giving a polite smile to her. She went inside his office and she mesmerized by the black interior of his office. Sure, black does give a feeling of safety and comfort to her. His office faced the busy street of Seoul with ceiling to floor length glass. It's almost dark yet warm experience at the same time. Everything in his office seemed to be nice and well designed. "Do you find my office that interesting?" Chanyeol broke the silence which made her jump a little bit because she was so focused looking around. "I love black, so I should say that is place is nice and interesting. I love the ornaments, everything in this place seems nice and comfortable" she turned around to have a good look at his office while smiling. She suddenly realized what was she doing and feeling embarrassed, she handed him the report he asked earlier. "Here is the report you ask, 3 pm sharp, sir", Chanyeol shot his head up after hearing the word sir came out of her mouth "Please call me Chanyeol, as colleagues, I think sir seems too old for me" well, once Chanyeol actually smiled. That was the first time she sees him smile whereas, he rarely showed any emotions before. She was amused to explore that side of him which made her slip out a little back. She tried to gain composure as soon as possible while Chanyeol turned his head into the report. He scanned the report pretty fast, "Impressive work for such a short amount of time" he placed the report at the side of the document that he was signing before she got there. "Working under pressure is my forte", Chanyeol raised an eyebrow at her and leaned back into his leather comfy chair. "Well, you will be looking forward to more of that in the future, you good to go" she gave him a nod and turned her heels around to exit his office. "I almost forgot", she turned to face him again, "Tomorrow, we are meeting one of the key investors. I need you to go with me, 11 am" there was what she would call as a bossy attitude with calmer vibes getting out of him. He used phrases that someone would take as a bossy/possessive person yet that person talks with confidence and calm energy. "Sure, where?" She questioned him. "Don't worry, I'll drive you there" he replied. "Well, okay then" she walked out of his office and realized the fact that he said he'll drive her there.

The rest of the day went by quickly before she realized that the sun has set itself for more than 1 hour where everyone has gone home. As she walked out of her office, she noticed that light still coming from the corner of the big hallway, that's where Chanyeol's office located. Out of curiosity, she made her way down to his office. His secretary was nowhere to be found so she straight out knocking into the wooden black door. She sneaked her head through the door, "Aren't you going home?" She was curious knowing that having a black-themed office at daylight is awesome, at night, well it's scary. "I usually go home around 9 pm, if you are curious" there was a slight flush coming out from her cheeks, fortunately, Chanyeol's office was dark at night so she believed that he couldn't see it. She hummed, "Thank you for the information" she almost wanted to roll her eyes. "Have a good night" he replied with a nod and left his office. Chanyeol could hear the clacking sound of her heels fading out, almost how he heard her approach his office before, the same Valentino black heels. He was taken back by her sudden visit into his office, but like always he plays it cool. After she left his office, she was questioning herself about her unexpected visit too, clearly, auras were clashing. She wasn't the type of person that could be dominated nor was he. So there's a reason why and also she won't be easily be scared of someone. Mainly that's the reason why she was brave enough more than other people to stop by Chanyeol's office, peeping through the door and asking stuff that most people didn't do.

Seoul, the next morning

"I love driving. Also, I love off-road big SUVs. I hope that's sufficient enough to answer your questions" Chanyeol said which answered most of the questions going through her mind. They were standing in the lobby when a grey metallic G-class Mercedes Benz approached them. Unimportant thoughts started to flow through her mind, quite unexpected for a CEO to use G-class since they usually use S-class or such and of course, they don't drive by themselves. She was shocked and amused at the same time by Chanyeol's impromptu answer. "It's written within your face, don't people do that a lot to you?" He said as they were already inside the car. "No. Pretty much not a lot that can identify or find within me" she replied which earned a nod from him, the car fell into silence mode. Chanyeol sure didn't do much of the talking, when he does, he's really good at it. There was an instant urge coming from her, something that she wanted to ask, "Do you know that you radiate that sort of dominant energy all the time?" There she spat it out, in front of her new boss. Chanyeol turned his face to her for a second but she failed to notice because she was looking out of the window. "Does that bother you?", she hummed in response to him, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. Chanyeol lightly tapped into the steering wheel, "We both know that we have the same energy going. Doesn't it always bother people like us?" There he said 'us', she was taken back by his use of describing her and him. He seemed to take a lot of interest only to the company and himself and him saying that seemed like a different world. At the same time, Chanyeol didn't realize the word he's using was something he didn't usually use as for people to people conversation. After that, the car ride fell into silence again. She could say that Chanyeol's very interesting person and you could say much like him to her too.

They returned to the office around 1 pm, whereas the work has pilled up alongside with a crumbling stomach. Suddenly, Baekhyun perked up from the door. "Hello!" His voice sounded very energetic like always. "I know you haven't got to eat lunch yet", Baekhyun placed a brown paper bag into her desk, "So I bring you some salad with sesame dressing". Her lips formed into an 'o', "Wow, how do you know?". Baekhyun sat in front of her desk while opening his own salad, "I called Mr. Kim to ask about what kind of dressing you usually have?" He said with a playful smile. She mixed the dressing and salad together, "And why are you doing that?". Baekhyun tried to answer her but failed miserably since his voice was getting muffled by a mouth full of salad. "I said, It's because I want to impress you of course" he then proceeds to stuff more food into his mouth. "Well, it's impressive, thank you Mr. Byun Baekhyun" Baekhyun continued the rest of the lunch with endless topics like he wasn't going to run out of it anytime soon. She found Baekhyun as a very interesting and outgoing person, she talked to her almost like he has known her for such a long time as if they have been friends for years. "So last Sunday, I went cycling at the park and I almost face plant myself into dog poop, as I said almost, I think it's within 2-3 centimeters from my face" Baekhyun made a 'yuck' sound. She let out some light laugh and packed the finished foods into the bag again. "I'm looking forward to more stupid stories", he gave her continuous nods "Sure thing", he gave a wink and went out from her office. Baekhyun's a fun person to hang out with, time went by fast with him.

Weeks and months went by as she has fully adjusted into the company. Chanyeol has taken her to more key investors for financial report presentation. One time she thought that Chanyeol was very keen to keep her busy not only behind the table. The more she worked with him, the more she understood him. That day was another day of investor meeting, "I'm going to drive today, not you" she took the lead out of him without hearing Chanyeol complained behind her. They made their way into the basement where (Y/N)'s car was parked. "I didn't know that this is your car, the car that somehow always park next to me?" Chanyeol was amused to know that the car that's always park next to him, which is also an SUV was droved by (Y/N). "Yeah. How about that?" She opened the car door and both of them got inside. "You were surprised to discover that I drive such a car and now look at yours, it's massive." For once, she really got to roll her eyes at him, "I'm sorry, did you just roll your eyes at me?" Chanyeol has fully turned his body to face her. "Weren't you being judgemental at me?" He continued. As the car approached into the street, she then proceeds to face him, "Then, I'm sorry, sir". Chanyeol proceeded a huff of disagreement, she knew how much he hates to be called that from the directors, "What did I say about the sir, I'm not that old". Her eyes were focused on the road, "In my knowledge, I know one thing for sure that you are older than me, sooo" there was a slight smirk forming from her lips, "using sir sometimes does suit you".

"I love driving big SUV, I used to drive one too in NYC" she broke the usual car ride silence which earned her a nod from Chanyeol. "Isn't driving SUV makes you feel you can see everything clearer and better?" It hit her at the perfect spot, "YEAH RIGHT?" Her voice was louder than he has ever heard before. "Sorry, you were startled weren't you?" They were stopping at the red light, "There are of course many things that I don't know about you and that one counts". There was a sudden urge coming from her that wanted to say well you too not so different. It was around 5 pm when they arrived to have the meeting. That's why the sun has set when they finished. "Let's grab something before I drop you off. I'm guessing that you are a picky person, regardless I'm still picking the place" she said before Chanyeol was able to cut her. "Impressive, you don't even need my opinion" Sure she could sense his sarcasm well, "I do need to impress my boss still" she shrugged. She stopped at a parking lot, "I see nothing here" Chanyeol said. "Of course we need to walk it's a narrow street, cars can't get in" they got out of the car and walked side by side, which was awkward yet comfortable as the night summer air blazing through.

"You thought, I'm going to take you to some fancy restaurant right? Nope," she said as she scooped the soup with rice into her mouth. "I'll say that I kinda like it" sure, of course, he liked it, the restaurant has been here for what? More than 30 years? "I might drive BMW, wear expensive clothes but let me say this, I like this type of food. Right here" a smile escaped from her lips, for once she saw tenderness from his big round eyes. She quickly drifted her gaze back into the food. "I'd like you to take me places," Chanyeol said which made her shot her head up again, back at him. Then, it hit him "I MEAN RESTAURANT like you know, foods, nice foods" he almost shouted and struggled to find the right words. It was followed by a nervous laugh from him which laugh's also rare when it comes to Chanyeol. "Sure, it's not like I'm going to resign tomorrow" she gave a cool shrug, masking that inside part of her was scrambling like crazy.

She drove back to S&S Co. Building where the time was 10 pm already. Surprisingly, they found out that they have already closed the access to the basement. "Shit, I forgot to tell them that my car's still inside" Chanyeol pressed his hand into his forehead thinking what a dumb shit fuck he is. Of course, (Y/N) would feel bad if she just left him there, "I can drive you home" Chanyeol was still trying to get hold of his assistant, "I can grab a taxi, that's fine" which earned a disapproval huff from her. "No, I actually insist on doing it since you pay for the food before I can!" With that, she hit the gas and drove away from the building. Chanyeol sighed at his defeat, "Now, where do you live?". "You need to turn right" he pointed out into the street. "I-Park Samsung" those words alone brought her head to face him. "I-Park?" And Chanyeol replied with a nod. "What tower?" She asked more and more to fulfill her curiosity because she lived there too. "102. Why you ask?" The more she asked the more relevant it's to her. "What floor?" She continued to ask him, "Floor 45" fortunately, she was stopping at the red light. She quickly glanced at him, she wanted to know whether he knew she has been living on the same floor with him or not. Chanyeol was giving her a confused look which means he didn't know. The thing's there are only 2 units on the 45th floor. "I'm not sure whether you know or not. But I live there too, same tower" she released one deep sigh, "same floor. Which means we have been neighbors for months" Chanyeol's eyes widened, "I thought you are living with Mr. Kim?" He questioned. "Fun fact of me, I like to live alone probably because I spent much time alone abroad" little did she know that Chanyeol understood what she's talking about yet he didn't expect her to live next to him. It was thrilling yet exciting to know who's your neighbor, knowing that her neighbor's not a psychopath or some sort of crazy person. But the fact that the person's Chanyeol embedded more meaning.

The next day, she offered to drive him into the office. It was weird coming out from the door at the same time while entering the door and seeing the same person too. But Chanyeol was polite he actually said thank you at her. Another rare thing she experienced. As she got into her office, Baekhyun burst into her office with a maroon suede suit. "I just want to inform you that" he took out his phone and show an image at her, "In two weeks, we will have the 8th anniversary of S&S. This year we are throwing a party at one of the Clubs owned by us. You need to come" Baekhyun said excitedly. She could only reply to him with a yes following with nods. "Good, now I have to do some works" Baekhyun left her office. She was left with her own thoughts, shit, a party? How long has it been since the last time I went.

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heartbreak hotel 1

pairing: reader x ceo!jeon jungkook

plot: was sleeping with your boss really such a great idea?

genre: smut (eventual), angst, fluff

word count: 3.3k

You loved your new job, you really did but the days just seemed to drag on. You were kinda ready for new scenery, a load of fresh faces and just some newer air to breath in general. You wanted, no needed more creative freedom. You felt stuck, and you knew there wasn’t anything you could actually do about it. Unless you go to him. Now “him” was your boss, Jeon Jungkook. You hated asking him for things because he seemed so scary.  He was quite sweet, funny and even a little charming. But he intimated the living hell out of you, and you’ve never been able to pinpoint why. Maybe it was because of the look on his face during those redundant teamwork building exercise meetings that were held every 2 months. He seemed to despise them more than anyone else. To you, he was the big bad boss even though around here he was crucial and level-headed.

At least, that’s what you heard about him. Rumors must have been that mans last name because people loved to talk, and when you say to talk you mean gossip. Employees would either be discussing Mr.Jeon’s newest ride or the latest girl he’s screwing. Word got around that he was dating some new model on the scene, not that you really cared or anything, but last night Karen, the older lady who’s cubicle is to the left of yours, just wouldn’t stop yapping on and on about it.

“Did you hear about Jeon’s new girlfriend?” She squealed over the phone, entirely too enthusiastic over something that had absolutely nothing to do with her. You could barely get work done because of your unintentional eavesdropping. Seriously, it’s not like you actually cared or anything about Jungkook’s life it just... you know Karen and her very loud very exaggerated story over the phone with Suzie, that works a floor above you in HR were taking your attention away from all your important work.

That very night you went home you let your curiosity get the best of you, and you decided to do a little bit of researching your self.

Your laptop was filled with tab after tab after tab of articles about Jeon Jungkook. Things about his childhood, his family even his surprisingly healthy lifestyle. You didn’t know much of the guy, other than he was your boss and he was only a few years older than you. Oh, and also those ridiculous fables people made up about him, but other than that you didn’t really know him, know him. No one did, really now that you think about it. He tended to stay in his office most days, and he rarely came to the company parties, not that you were invited to them for you to obtain such knowledge, you just heard it from Soyeon and Erika from the sales department during lunch break a week back. You knew you shouldn’t have been listening to their private conversation but it wasn’t actually your fault, it just so happened that they were talking about that particular thing while you had paused your music to text your mom back.

You looked over at your clock on your computer and saw just how late it was. Almost 3 and a half hours had passed while you were snooping on your bosses life and you hadn’t even eaten yet. You opted out on cooking, even though in that article you just read about Jungkook’s healthy lifestyle said he always cooks his meals, you decided on ordering out instead. You didn’t have the luxury of making home-cooked meals every night and mostly ate out to suffice. With the salary you have, you do a lot more saving and budgeting than big baller spending. It’s hard enough to afford a place in Seoul, imagine how broke you would go if you started buying real groceries. Fast food was convenient, and it takes a lot less time to arrive at your doorstep than if you were to make a meal.

As you placed your order, you started to wonder if Jungkook was the type of guy to like a girl who could cook. With the luxurious and lavish lifestyle he lives, or at least what the way the tabloids paint his way of living, he’d surely be the type of guy to like a woman who enjoyed cooking for her man. You weren’t really that much of a cooker, a baker yes, but cooking wasn’t your forte. You could bake up a mean batch of chocolate brownies, or if you were in the mood you liked to bake apple pies but cooking actual dinner? Uh, that wasn’t a trait you could say you have.

Once your food arrived, you decided it was time to watch the local news. It was always something you did back home. You’d order some food and then flip to the news channel to hear the current events of the world. Old habits never die.

Oddly enough Jungkook and his new girlfriend were being featured. Typically, when the company you worked for was on the news Jungkook name was rarely ever mentioned just for the sake of not drawing attention to his name you’d guess. Nochu was notably known as a great company. Most people didn’t really know that such a young guy was behind such a successful business. Frequently, in cases you’ve seen young CEOs, mostly it’s because it’s a business that was handed down to them from their wealthy fathers and grandfathers. But that wasn’t the case for Jeon Jungkook. No, he started Nochu from the ground up, hustled his ass off even before college just to create a name for himself. You had a lot of respect for the guy. You didn’t see him much, but he was diffidently a diligent man. If you ever have the chance (and the balls), you’d try to conversate more with him. Get to know him as your boss, not really on a personal level but more as colleagues. 

If the news was anything to go by tonight, apparently Jungkook and his girlfriend were engaged. When you were doing your research about him a few hours prior there weren’t any mentionings of engagement nor was there any clear pictures of Jungkook with said, fiance. But the news seems to have evident photos of the couple together. And you were utterly blown away by the two. They were stunning together, hell, she was stunning alone. But together they looked so dominant. 

“The nations couple” was what everyone was calling them on Twitter. Honestly, you could see why. They’re perfect for each other, and they looked so content. You were sorta jealous, not because you had a crush on your boss or anything. I mean yeah, he is very handsome and the mysterious type. You’d be lying if you said he wasn’t your type. But it’s really the simple fact that you hadn’t been in a relationship for what felt like 15 years. Your last boyfriend was everything you ever needed, or at least that’s what you had thought. Once he got a job offer in another city, he dropped you so quickly and left without another word. So you being you, you ended up on the other side of the planet in Seoul to finish college and start an internship soon after. 

Your internship lasted for about 3 years and then you were offered a position at Nochu Corp. You thought you would be working for some old fat guy in his mid to late sixties. So to say you were stunned by Jungkook’s age and his smooth looking face was an understatement. You knew he could tell how flustered you were that day you accidentally ran into him with your high stack of papers. You were so sure he’d fire you on the spot, but he even offered to help you clean them up. He helped you that day, pick up all your papers, and you were so nervous you left without thanking him properly. To this day you’re still pissed that you made such a fool of yourself.

The morning dragged by slower than ever today at work, you were so ready to get out of the building and get home to your warm bed. Your uncomfortable office chair was starting to get old, you figured it’s never been replaced, and it’s been sitting at this particular desk for years. It often makes your back cramp up and spasm, and it indeed is a pain in the ass (like literally, it even hurts your butt to sit too long). 

From the corner of your eye, you could see your department manager, Jiwoo come into focus. You start to pray that she doesn’t hand you another task for today and instead hands it off to someone else less fortunate. You could not bear to stay sitting at this desk for any longer. 

“Hey, Y/n, how ya been?” Jiwoo asks you, a little too enthusiastically might you add. You could already tell you were a) In trouble or b) she was going to ask for you to complete another task for tonight. And God was you praying it wasn’t the latter. 

“I’m doing good Mrs.Choi, how are you today?” You maintained a smile through gritted teeth, trying to stay as positive as can be. Maybe, just maybe it was an audit and nothing too serious today. You had a drama to catch up on today, and you could NOT afford to stay any longer than usual. 

“I’m doing just fine, I was wondering,” here we fucking go, you think, “Youngjae called out sick for the week and we don’t have anyone to process the stats from this week and last well I need you to stay, maybe about I don’t know 3 hours after your scheduled time today.” The fucking bitch.

“But I-” you start, but Jiwoo soon cuts you off before you could protest.

“This isn’t a yes or no question Mrs.Y/n, I need coverage and your my only available person tonight. I know I can count on you. I’ll email everything that needs to be printed, copied and signed before I go and leave the papers on my desk, I’ll leave you my keys to open the copy room and, make sure you leave said keys with the papers you deliver. Have a nice night Mrs.Y/n.” And with that Jiwoo hands you her office keys and takes her leave, well not before giving you a hideous tight lip smile.

You truly hated that old hag. Out of all the employees she has in this department she chooses to always pick on you.

Night rolled by a lot faster than the afternoon, and you were finally able to stand up and stretch. Letting out a yell, since no one else was on this floor for the night you start doing the stretching exercises you learned from Youtube. The forward hang stretch would always be your favorite one. Anyways on to more important task, you grab Jiwoo’s keys and head to the elevator, since your department didn’t have a copy room you had to use the one a few floors above. 

The empty hallway to the room was dead silent and even a little creepy, you know most people here tended not to stay too late, yourself included. You hated this place sometimes, it was cold, dark and scary at night. And you always felt lonely here when you stayed overnight. 

Switching on the copy room lights, you mentally thank God that someone left the computer logged in because, for the life of you, you could never remember any of the passwords. 

You logged into your email, quickly, 3 hours after your ass. You were going to print these papers, sign them off and put them in Jiwoo’s stupid office on her big stupid desk. Oh, and along with her dumb stupid office keys. 

You were about 3 papers signed in when you heard a voice coming from down the hall. Your first instinct told you it was the custodial crew, so you brushed it off. 

“Yes babe, I’ll be home tonight don’t worry about it... Yes... Yes... Wait, I thought I turned those lights off, guess not, but yea see you soon, love you, k bye.”

“Oh. So it was you who has these lights on.” Too focused on signing you didn’t register anyone walking into the copy room. You nervously spin yourself around in your chair and get up to bow, but he motions his hand telling you it wasn’t necessary.

“How are you Y/n?” 

“I am doing well sir, how are you tonight?” 

“Same. Same. Choi has you working late tonight I see, you don’t normally stay this late.” He says as he squeezes past you to get to the small printer. You smile and nod as your response as he passes you. The room was cramped. There was one huge sectional desk that held all 3 computers, and on one side, a small printer on the other and then the copy machines were right next to the desk. For it to be such a big building, this room had to be the smallest one you’ve ever seen. You turn your chair back around to finish signing your papers, the only sound that was heard throughout the room was Jungkook printing papers and your swiftness with the pen as you signed. You rustle a few papers around, trying your best to not look like such an unorganized slob in front of your boss. 

It ended up taking your 2 whole hours to finish printing, copying and signing all 300 something papers. Jungkook had stayed in the copy room the entire time, mostly going through his email and answering texts. Wasn’t like you were snooping or anything, you were just surprised that man could type and text so damn fast. 

Jungkook looks at his wrist for the time on his watch. “You take the bus to and from work, correct?” Jungkook turns his chair to his left to face you. 

“Uh, yes sir, why?” You ask, bemused that he was asking such a personal question.

“Well, it’s late, and the last bus just ran 5 minutes ago, so I’ll be taking you home unless you have a ride tonight?” He raises his eyebrows. Jungkook knew you were new to the city and didn’t have many friends here let alone family. He only asked to see if you’d lie to him.

“That’s very kind of you sir, but you don’t have to-”

What was it with these people in higher positions cutting you off.

“I wasn’t really asking, it’s late, and I know for a fact you shouldn’t be walking this late, so I’ll be your ride tonight. Clean up, pack your things and I’ll be waiting for you outside of the building in the black Audi.” He starts to grab his things and leave, sending you a sweet smile before exiting the room.

It took you a second to process what just happened. Jungkook barely said 7 words to you when he first came into the room and then all of a sudden he’s offering to take you home? What parallel universe is this? For all he knew you could be a serial killer, hell he could be one. You were his next prey, and you didn’t even have a say in anything because he’s your boss.

Calming down your fast-beating heart, you pack up your papers and make your way to your department to drop everything all off. 

The inside of Jungkook’s car smelled terrific. Like pineapples and bananas but also with a hint of mint candy. It was strange but also quite pleasant at the same time. You heard around the office that he likes sweet smelling things. Opting to buy women’s perfume rather than men’s cologne. You had absolutely no problem with that at all. It just showed Jungkook cared a lot about hygiene. Which is why you’d rarely see any blemish or imperfections to his skin. 

“You know today was casual Friday, right”? Jungkook ask you while still keeping his eyes on the road. 

“Wait, seriously we have those? No one’s ever told me.” To say you were disappointed was an understatement, you loved causal days, and you never even knew they existed there.

You frown at the thought of it. 

Jungkook looks over to see the pout gracing your face, cute, he laughs to himself. “Yes, we have them a few times out of each month. There’s a lot we do there that Choi probably won’t tell you. It’s not as boring as you think it is.”

“I don’t think it’s boring.”

“Sure,” he draws out.”I can tell when someone is bored and you, Mrs.Y/n, are most definitely bored.” 

You laugh at that, “Maybe you’re right.”

Jungkook turns up the music to the radio and you two ride comfortably together. It felt weird but also right at the same time. You felt cozy and warm with him. 

You had dozed off about 10 minutes ago, It was a great thing Jungkook looked at your file for your address because you were in a pretty deep sleep. He honestly did not mind that you lived about 20 minutes away. It wasn’t that big of a deal to him. He could feel his phone blowing up with text after text from Jinah, his fiance. He’d just make up a little white lie and tell her he stayed an extra hour at the office. It wouldn’t kill her if he omitted the truth. He didn’t need her jealous rants, not right now, he was too tired.

You could feel Jungkook’s car coming to a stop. You knew it was time to wake up and in head inside your place when he nudged you awake.

“Hey, we’re here.” He tells you. You slowly lift yourself up, unbuckling your seatbelt and spreading your arms to stretch. 

“Thank you so much for this Mr.Jeon, I’m sorry I fell asleep here.” You awkwardly smile. 

He waves you off telling you it was indeed no problem.

“Just before you go Y/n I want to ask you something if that’s fine with you.

“It’s fine sir, go ahead.” You turn to face him. Figuring this must be something important.

“You see, I’ve been looking for a personal secretary for a month now and have been having trouble finding one I can trust. I was wondering if you’d like to be mine? You’d be getting paid more, get your own office but the flip side is you’d have to pick up more days. Is that fine with you?”

Woah, was he seriously asking you to be his right-hand woman? “Sir I-I don’t know what to say,” you were rightly left speechless, you had no secretary training, and he knew that, but he was asking you. You hadn’t even been at his company for very long, and he was already giving you a promotion.

“There's no need for formalities. You don’t have to call me sir or Mr.Jeon, Jungkook will do just fine.” He stifled a laugh.

“So do you accept the offer?”

“Yes, of course, of course! When do I start?”

“How’s tomorrow sound?” He asks.

“That sounds absolutely perfect!”

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You sang me Spanish lullabies

(The sweetest sadness in your eyes). 

Warnings: break-ups, angst 

Ship: Prinxiety, Logicality

Plot: Virgil can’t do anything without something reminding him of Roman. 

((Love me some Roman Angst)) ((This is Part 1/2))

He’s not left the house in three days, his younger brother, Logan, has all but moved in to make sure he was still eating and functioning. Virgil can barely leave his room, even though everything in it reminded him of...him. His messy hair, his caramel eyes, the way he’d sing as he made breakfast. Everything reminded Virgil of Roman. 

Logan had, with fairness, been trying to be patient with Virgil. After all, his entire life Virgil has always been there to help him with his situation. But he’d be lying if he wasn’t frustrated and, indeed, heartbroken, about the entire situation. “Virgil, I made tea,” He takes in the other man, sat on the floor, staring at a dent in the wall, he feels his heart sink just a little. “Patton’s going to come around later,”

Patton, Logan’s boyfriend, was a sweet man, and alone it would be great too see him. But the last thing he wants is seeing them both cuddling and kissing and being happy, whilst he’s still trying to remember exactly who he is without Roman. He blinks back tears. Roman. He remembered the way he’d talk and dance, he remembers the way he’d drop Spanish into his English like a leaf flying to the ground, swift. He’d switch between the two languages like that, and he’d sing in them just as fluently. 

Logan helps Virgil too his feet, he can feel how frail the other man is, and looking at him, he can see he’s lost weight, confidence, and will. Even before Roman had come into their lives, Virgil had never been so...empty, like this before. It terrified him. He helps his elder brother downstairs and watches him struggle to eat his food. 

Virgil stars at the table and closes his eyes, from a moment he thinks he can feel his ex-lover’s hand on his, remembering them dancing around the same room whilst dinner cooked. He can almost smell the other’s perfume, see his smile. He opens his eyes, the fork clatters against the plate. “How do you mend after something like this?” He asks quietly, his voice cracking, Logan sits next to him and rubs his back. 

“I’m not really in an area of expertise here, Virgil,” He admits softly “I’ve only just got into my first relationship,” As if knowing he’s needed at this precise moment, the door knocks politely, and soon Patton is wandering in with a bag full of crisps and chocolate, and what looks like cheesecake. He drops everything the moment he sees the state Virgil is in and slides next too him. 

Patton’s a comforting person, not because he gets or understands everything, but because he has a heart made of gold. He’d known Virgil for the better part of a year now, and for him, that's long enough to be considered best friends. “Perhaps you can share some breakup wisdom?” Logan says gently “I’m not..exactly well equipped in this division,” Virgil’s crying, but he laughs, because he loves his brother more than life, and that statement perhaps summed up every emotional encounter Logan has ever had. 

“Well, kiddo,” Patton starts, his hand rubbing soothing circles on Virgil’s back “It’s always going to hurt, not like this, of course, but it will always sting a bit,” He sighs gently “We all go through phases in our lives where things feel hopeless, like there’s nothing there for us anymore, and I can promise you that’s not the case, you are a wonderful man, who has helped me a lot over the past year, and you can still be that person without him,” He’s grateful Patton doesn’t say his name, eternally grateful because he knows there will be nothing left of him when he does. 

“You just have to find yourself again, the past few years have been about your relationship, but that growth that you achieved Virge...that wasn’t because of him, that was you, that was your personal growth and Logan’s endlessly told me how proud he is of you so I know I’m right,” Logan, who is now sorting through the shopping bag that Patton had brought in, nods in agreement. “It will take time to heal, breakups always do, they always hurt, especially only three days in, but that’s why we’re here, too help, too get you back on your feet and see this through, we’re not going anywhere,”

Logan places the cheesecake on the table. “Of course,” He agrees, sitting down “We’ll do whatever it takes, you’re my brother, and I would do anything for your happiness,”

“And I’m officially adopting you as my brother as of today,” Patton jokes and through his tears, Virgil smiles, leaning his head on his friend’s shoulder. “But first, lets go watch some god awful films that will make us all bawl our eyes out, except Mr Robot over there maybe,” Logan lets out a playful noise of protest, Virgil already feels like the weight he’s been carrying around by himself lately is lifting. “And stuff our face with all the junk food I could find on the way up,” Virgil sniffles and wipes his eyes before nodding. “Feeling is important, and when you need too talk, we’re both right here. 

--

Surprisingly, the couch arrangements were not as Vigril expected, Virgil ended up seated bwteene the two of them, with his brother’s arm around his shoulder and Patton leaning on his shoulder. Occasionally, Patton would throw a piece of popcorn at Logan to make Virgil giggle. 

It felt nice, watching films that made him cry so much that he forgot why he was sad in the first place. 

Patton stayed the night, he made his own bed out of pillows and blankets on the living room floor. Virgil told him he could stay in his own bed, something about the way Patton said “And deny myself a pillow fort?” Reminded Virgil of Roman, but he didn’t cry, he felt sad yes, but not sad enough to cry. He’d been wallowing in his own pity and inadvertently avoiding interacting with even his own brother he’d forgotten that perhaps the best way to heal is with friends. 

--

The next day, he opens up, he talks to Patton and Logan as they sit at the breakfast table with cups of coffee. “When I first met him, I was going through some things with my mental health, which Logan knows,” Virgil starts “And he made it all feel like it wasn’t there, it’s like I started to feel a grip on myself, but I think now I didn’t, not right away, I was excited by him, but nothing can just make depression leave like that, so fast,” He sips his tea and Patton holds his hand, he feels the comfort from his friend and his heart slows it’s rapid beating “Now, I realize it really took years, and yes he helped, but in the end it was still me who did that, right? It was still me who went to therapy and doctors and started on medication and worked so hard to improve my mental health,” Logan nods affirmingly. “But the thing is, he really was the first person I genuinely fell in love with, everything about him enthralled me, I was so happy just to sit by him, and now I look at this house and all I see is memories,” Virgil’s voice cracks a little “I can remember him in this room talking and singing and dancing like a lunatic, guys,” There’s tears welling in his eyes, they burn and he wipes them away with a shaky exhale “Then I thought that was forever, I had no idea, so wrapped up in my bliss that I never considered I’d ever have to sit in this room without him,” 

Patton hugs him, and Virgil bursts into tears, he cries and Logan rubs his back, looking down at the table with his jaw tense. He didn’t have the best track record for good anger management, but by God did he really want to punch something. Seeing his elder brother, the one who had guided him through life and been there for him when no one else had, the one who had been so kind and patient through his anger issues and emotional suppression, and the one who’d let him crash in his house unlawfully for a year straight, seeing him in this state made his heartbreak. 

“I miss him, and I’m never going to stop missing him, and I know I can’t because I love him, for fuck’s sake, I loved him so much I forgot how to love myself in the process and now I’m here, trying to figure out just who I am when I don’t have him,” 

Virgil shakes in their arms, he cries tear stains into Patton’s jumper and he cries until his throat feels raw, his eyes are burning and his body is shivering from the energy he’s used. And then he stops crying, slowly, and exhausted, he stops crying. “When does it stop hurting, Patton? Why does it hurt so much? How do I do this?”

Logan wipes his own eyes, looking up at his boyfriend for some wisdom or affirmation that everything will be okay. Logan’s never broken up with anyone in his life, he’s barely even loved so far into his life, and he’s never (and hopefully, would never) lost the two people in the world that he actually does love. For a moment, he hates that, he hates that he doesn’t know what to do or say, and then, he loves Patton more because he does. “Time heals,” Patton speaks, with definity, sure of himself “There’s no due date, and you probably won’t even notice until one day your singing whilst baking in the kitchen and your mother is looking at you with tears in her eyes because she hasn’t heard you sing in years, there’s no due date but one day you’ll get out of bed and it’ll take an hour to remember your sadness, and one day, you’ll meet someone else, and they’ll smile at you and blush whilst you talk and you’ll forget heartbreak ever existed when you see their smile,” Patton’s eyes meet Logan’s for a second and he smiles. “Your heart is broken, Virgil, but it can still be fixed, there’s still hope if nothing else,”

Virgil wipes his eyes and lets the words settle in his mind. Patton’s right, he is right. “For now, you just have to accept that you’re sad, you’re grieving someone walking out of your life who was very important and pivotal to you, and that’s...okay Virgil, it is more than okay to be sad, and we’re here to let you be sad and help you heal, and then when you’re ready, we’re here to help you get back on your feet and live again,”

Air whistles between Logan’s teeth as he exhales, watching as the pieces of Virgil start to come back together. The elder brother squeezes his sibling’s hand, and then Patton’s, and nods. “You’re right,” He’s still sad, of course, he’s still sad, but at least he knows he’s sad with support, and also Patton’s homemade cookies. 

“We’re not going anywhere,” Logan says gently “Virgil everytime I’ve been in a less than wonderful place you’ve offered me your home, your kindness, and even in the days where I myself was not kind, you kept supporting me, because you knew I would get better, I think now, more than ever, is an appropriate time to display the same sort of support,” Virgil hugs his brother, nodding against his shoulder. “I’m here, until the hurting stops, even if that takes years,”

“Thank you, both of you, so much,”

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I'll be your Knight

[ GENRE: fluff, slight angst

Pairing: Jimin×Reader , Taegi

Soulmate!Taehyung, best friend!Yoongi

Word count: 2k+]

[Summary: When Y/n met Jimin she knew that it was a love at first sight. But she didn't expect the consequences that came with loving him. After their unwilling separation will Y/n be able to do what it takes to get him back?

A story of love, loss, fight, dreams, and friendship...]

Chapter I: My Best Friends

The hustle bustle of the airports never failed to amaze me. The Incheon Airport was no exception. Landing here I realized how much I missed my hometown, the air, the people, the stories. I hoped nothing much changed in my two years in UK. It's my last year in university. The university conducts a student exchange program for the last year students every year for six months and I was lucky enough to get transferred to SNU.

                                 I breathed in the air and looked at my watch. My best friend Taehyung was supposed to pick me up from the airport. I told him that I'd call him once I have landed but I was in no hurry. Spending time and observing people in populated areas is one of my favourite things to do. So many people and each one of them have so many stories to tell. 

                        My thoughts got cut off in the middle by the beeping sound of my phone.

After waiting for about half an hour I saw the signature boxy smile that I am so much used to since childhood approaching me. I felt the warmth spread in my heart in this chilly winter. He crossed the crowd with much efficiency and hugged me tightly. After hugging me for good five minutes he let me breath. I saw his eyes twinkle with mischief.

"So, I may or may not have a surprise for you." Tae said giggling.

"You gotta be kidding me! I have a surprise for you too!"

"Wait! Why are you wearing that ridiculous hat? You never cover your hair like that. It can't be what I think it is!!"

With one swift movement Tae removed both of our hats revealing our hairs and I knew that we shouldn't be surprised but still we were. Both Tae and I had dyed our hair the same colour, frosty chestnut with green highlights.

                                    We have been best friends and soulmates too since childhood. There were enough evidences about that since we met. We both were born on the same day at the same time. I don't know if this could be considered as a soulmate sign or not but I do believe it as one. Our first meeting was not that eventful though. Tae moved into our neighborhood when we were in kindergarten. We became friends and as days went by we became inseparable. We can tell what the other is thinking about a certain matter whether or not we look into each others eyes about almost everything. If one of us is extremely happy or sad or any other emotion is really strong then the other one of us can feel it, the distance doesn't matter. One can think that may be we are in a relationship. That's true though, we are indeed in a relationship, the soulmate relationship. Soulmates don't always necessarily have to be lovers, do they? No, we are not lovers, we are best friends.

                     Seeing that I realized how much I missed Tae. I hugged him once more tightly as a drop of tear trickled down my cheek. In my heart I could feel that Tae too was feeling as heavy and at the same as happy as I was.

                        On our way back we kept on arguing on who looks better with the hair colour. After we got in the car the ride was like the normal ones Tae and I have always had. Tae blasted the car's music system and we sang and screamed along with it. Our daily car ride routine also included stopping at multiple ice cream and candy stores. Today wasn't any different.

                 All these took us an hour before we arrived home. When mum opened the door I literally jumped into her arms. Dad was standing behind mum smiling and signalling me to hug him too. Gosh! I missed this warmth and homely feeling too much. The coffee shop near the university campus was the only place where I could confine whenever I felt homesick.

                Taking a quick shower I came down to the dining room. All of them were waiting for me. A person was missing though, and I know where he was.

"Yea! Finally strawberry pie!!" Tae screamed like a child. Mom and dad laughed at his antics as they always do. I am so used to these things that I just rolled my eyes and smacked him, but deep down I smiled as I always do.

  "Yah!" He cried and then whispered in my ear "that didn't hurt~!" and made faces at me. I made faces at him back.

Mom said controlling her smile," yah! You two! Stop bickering and eat!"

           Looking at his plate, Tae whined,"You promised me that you'll give me a whole pie! That's not fair!"

           Mom couldn't control her laughter. She said,"Calm down Mr. Tae Tae, I made another two pies, give one to your parents and treat yourself one. Ok? Are you happy now?"

                 Hearing this Tae grinned from ear to ear and giggled like a baby that he is.

                         I hoped that evenings like these were permanent in my life.

                      Suddenly mom jerked me,"Hey where's your mind? You still didn't comment on the pie!" 

I made my eyes as much big as I could and said," You know what the bubbles in my stomach are saying after eating this pie? Unbeliebubble."

                   Dad laughed so hard at this joke that I was startled at first and then I started laughing too. Mom didn't know how to react to this and Tae facepalmed saying," ISTG! If you don't stop hanging out with Seokjin hyung then I'll find myself a new best friend."

"You can't do that because no one is going to survive your insanity like I do. Besides Jinnie is my only closest friend back there who can keep me sane when I miss you all like crazy!" I replied hugging mum. And Tae made the perfect guess,"I bet you spend more time in Jin hyung's cafe than any other places in the campus!" I looked at my mum and smiled sheepishly.

"You should tell Jin to visit us someday here. He is a lovely boy!" Mom said while putting the dishes away. "Of course mum, he is the loveliest boy!" said this mischievous best friend of Tae while sticking out a tongue at him.

                         Suddenly I remembered and asked Tae, "Hey aren't you going to the underground club today?"

"Which day is it?" asked a calm Tae.

"Saturday, you dumb head!"

"Oh shit! I can't miss Yoongi hyung's performance! Go get ready quickly, we are leaving in fifteen!"

                            Our friend circle is incomplete without Yoongi. Min Yoongi, the parent in our group of three, the protector, the rapper, the brilliant musician and our best friend. Missing him had always made me realise his role in our lives and his qualities distinctively. Since childhood whenever Tae and I got into any problem Yoongs protected us.

                             When Tae and I first started going to middle school we used to get bullied a lot. Specially me because I was really weak looking and in order to save me Tae also got bullied. After the third month Yoongs noticed us and told off the bullies. For some reason they were all afraid of him. But we knew that he was one of the sweetest person ever. After that Tae almost everyday began to hang out with him and seeing Tae me too went to hang out with Yoongs. In spite of being two years older than us he became a permanent and vital part of our group. And surprisingly enough his home was in the same neighborhood.

                             Four years ago when Yoongs started performing at the underground club "Youth" we never missed his performances. As his friends we were his greatest supporters and Tae was his biggest fanboy. Even after I went away Tae never stopped attending and he always took videos so that I never miss a single performance. But videos and video calling is a thing and seeing everyone and everything in person is another.

                         I hadn't told Yoongs that I was coming back today and told Tae to not tell him. "It's a surprise!" I smiled thinking about it. I noticed that there was something unusual when the car didn't take the turn it was supposed to take. Instead it was going to the middle of the city. Well, I love surprises so I controlled my curiosity. When the car stopped in front of "Young Forever", one of the biggest underground clubs in Seoul, Tae noticed me while laughing that I couldn't close my opened mouth. I was too shocked to say anything. I never ever imagined that I could come here. Now I realized why Tae told me to dress up properly and why did he stopped at his house to change too. It was like a dream come true specially for Yoongs.    

                                  I clearly remembered whenever we used to have a sleepover in any of our houses we would build blanket forts and in all those sleepless nights Yoongs would go on about his dreams, Tae and I would stare at his starry eyed and wonder what it would be like to dream and achieve. I guess dreams do come true, sooner or later. And this was just a start for Yoongs.

                      Tae got special passes from Yoongs by which at least two people could get inside. So we were let in with a bow. This treatment made me feel as if I was a royal. I smiled to myself and told Tae,"So this is what feels like to be a royal, like a princess!"

Tae was about to say something but we were already in front of the stage and Yoongs performance was about to start. He had changed his earlier stage name from Suga to Agust D. Except the habit of saying "Suga" so much had changed but I wasn't ready for THIS! This level up was on another level.

We hyped him from the audience as we have always done. But I clearly felt a tinge of a feeling that one feels when you're really happy seeing someone whom you really love and I clearly knew where that feeling was coming from. I looked at him and noticed the heart eyes he was giving to Yoongs.

"Does Yoongs even know about this?" I thought to myself. "I have to do something about them!" and I facepalmed mentally.

                    Yoongs' performance ended after an hour and it got the most applause from the audience. He didn't even notice us while performing. We went to the backstage and Yoongs looked at us as if he was totally expecting us, tch tch, expecting Tae. But when he realised that it was me beside Tae, he looked as if he had seen the sun rising from the west. "I'll be damned." was his first response. I have never been fond of gummy smiles other than his.

                                 "Can I have an autograph please Mr. Min Yoongi? I am a really big fan of yours."

  "Yah! this kid!" Yoongs tilted his head slightly and shook his head smiling. No one calls us kid other than Yoongs and we love that, totally.

"Today's my treat, let's go to aunt's restaurant. After you left we almost stopped going there." Yoongs said while hugging me.

  "So you are rich now! We have been saved from poverty oh God!" I exclaimed dramatically.

  "Will you ever stop being so dramatic? And FIY I am not that rich, not yet, and that's why I am treating you there at aunt's place. Plus the club  is going to pay me a decent amount on the days I perform here, you know high class priorities and all."

                  Tae snatched Yoongs from me and with the boxy smile permanent on his face he rushed us out.

       The ride to aunt's kimchi place was a total insane one. We recorded Yoongs' performance at the club, so we played it all along the way on car's speakers and jammed and screamed loudly with it while bopping our heads with every power in our body. Yoongs was scolding us as loudly as he could while driving but I knew he was happy, a lot. 

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Save Me. (Yoongi x Reader) PART 10 FINALE

“It swallowed me, this lunatic. Please save me tonight. Within this childish madness, you will save me tonight.” - [“Save Me” - BTS]

Summary: It was an unprecedented love that bloomed within the halls of your high school, until secret words were overheard, and shattered the budding romance. It changed your life forever, leading you down a path you had never thought you would be on– training to become a secret agent. You chose it to escape Yoongi and the results of how things ended between you two, but as fate would have it, that very same choice ended up leading you right back to him. Will you be able to save your clients and solve mysteries together despite your history? Will you be able to save each other? Will you able to save yourself…from yourself?    

Yoongi x Reader (ft. Jin & all the other BTS members)

Secret Agent AU

Mystery, Action, Angst, & Fluff (contains some violence, mentions of murder, death, harassment, and bullying)

PARTS: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (Finale) | Bonus: The Letter

A/N: FINALLY THE FINALE! Wow, this has been one of my longest series...I honestly didn’t think it would grow to be this long, but thank you so much for giving my first mystery fic so much love <3 and for waiting so patiently for each update through tough work weeks and vacations that delayed them. I appreciate each and every one of you! I LOVE YOU! I hope you enjoy ~

           "Yoonji. Y/N's disappeared."

           Prez's call had turned Yoongi's entire being icy, despite being drenched in sweat from basketball practice. Without another word, he had rushed to the library where he currently had Prez's neck in a death grip, fuming despite his insides churning at the feeling of being so damn close, only to have you slip out of his fingertips once again.

           "Why is it that you're always around when these things happen?" he growled dangerously, ready to dig his fingers into the very pressure points that could immobilize the man in front of him.

           Surprisingly, Prez seemed unfazed by the current situation, as if he had assumed this was how his call would result.

           "Look. I was just going to visit her. The Librarian said she was here so I went to her usual spot, but I only found her empty backpack and blazer lying around." Prez explained.

           "I don't trust you." Yoongi flared. "Where are her things? She always has that damn book with her and her notebook. Her things should still be here. WHERE ARE HER THINGS?!"

           "I'm really not sure what you're talking about." Prez frowned. "I thought we could spend less time fighting, and you know, more time trying to find out where she went again."

           Yoongi shoved him forcefully to the side, and grabbed your, as Prez had stated, barren backpack. He rummaged through it. There was no way you wouldn't have protected your things, and to any random person, it would just be a book and a notebook of scribbles, nothing important.

           "If I find out you took her." Yoongi snarled as he puffed his chest out. Although he was smaller than Prez, he had a more fiery, intimidating aura once his anger was set ablaze. And it surely was at this point.

           "I promise you, Yoonji." Prez stared at him intently. "I didn't."

           Yoongi stomped out of the library with your things, his mind reeling and his heart thumping against his chest. They had been one step ahead of them again.

           Immediately, he was pulled into Jimin's office roughly as he passed by it. On the defensive, Yoongi pulled a knife out from his sleeve and placed it against the neck of whoever had dared to touch him.

           "It's me." Jimin whispered with his hands up innocently. "Please calm down, Yoongi. You're not supposed to suspect anything. You're unrelated to the disappearances, remember?"

           "How the fuck am I supposed to calm down? They got us again! They took her before she was debriefed on the plan! We don't even know where and who this person is. How are we supposed to find her?!"

           Suddenly, Jungkook emerged from the shadows and slammed his fist across Yoongi's face, surprising Jimin who only stared blankly at the sudden turn of events.

           "Y/N would tell you to shut up with your whining, hyung." Jungkook frowned.

           Yoongi breathed as he clutched his cheek, and looked up from the ground, where Jungkook's attack had sent him. Luckily, the abnormally strong bohemeth had held back or else he might've been a couple of offices down with concrete impaled in his ribs. But nonetheless, it was the blow he needed to bring himself back from his initial panic. He was a secret agent. Nothing ever went according to plan, but that didn't mean they had lost. This wasn't a new occurrence. Jungkook was right. He could see the faint image of your disapproval about his behavior.  

           "Thanks." he sighed as the two helped him back on his feet. "I just...we saw the end...and I felt like it was snatched from us. How are we going to draw out the culprits now?"

           Jimin bit his lip. "There's someone who can."

           Yoongi blinked, confused. "Who?"

           Jimin smiled nervously as he played with the hems of his sleeves. "Well...come with me then...."

           He pressed a button under his desk, and one of the tiles shifted downwards, revealing a staircase. Yoongi's eyes widened as he glanced at Jimin, stunned.

           "What the hell is this?"

           "Well, it was a secret base at first, but now it's a recovery unit." Jimin shrugged as he gestured for the two to follow him.

           "Recovery? For who?" Yoongi questioned as they began their descent.

           "He just woke up before we got news of Y/N being taken again." Jimin placed his hand on the keypad to allow them access.

           "WHO?!" Yoongi urged. "Park Jimin, stop stalling and--"

           He froze his steps as he spotted the body in the middle of the room, lying down uncomfortably on a slab of marble stone. If Jimin hadn't specified it was a recovery room, he would've thought he had walked into a sacrifice ritual or a burial mound.

           "Is...is that--?"

           Jimin smiled and nodded, as he moved towards the body that had too many wires attached to it.

           "Science Teacher?" Yoongi breathed as he closed the distance hesitantly. "H-how?"

           "When Y/N found him and asked the Librarian to take him to me, I immediately could tell his symptoms were due to slow enacting poison. It was my forte in university." Jimin grinned proudly as he injected a serum into the tubes. "So I took bloodwork and gave him an antidote accordingly, but I knew it wouldn't be enough to save him. We needed time to detoxify his body, but we didn't have the luxury when someone wanted to do him in. If the poison didn't act at the right time then they would've killed him another way. So I gave him another medication, which I told him to take whenever he felt he was in the most danger, and that it would temporarily cause his bodily functions to slow down to the point of being convincingly dead."

           "You had him fake his death...in order to keep him alive?" Yoongi clarified.

           "More or less, yes. I was the one who checked his pulse anyways. The others were in on the plan, but we needed you and Y/N to act convincingly, so we kept it under wraps. We didn't even know if the plan would actually work either. The killer could've gotten to him before he could drink the pill or could've gotten the body before it was found. So many things could've gone wrong, and we didn't want you and Y/N acting out of the ordinary."

           "But it worked..." Yoongi breathed as he watched the liquid disappear into the Science Teacher's veins. He flinched a little when the man's eyes fluttered open.

           "Yeah. He only has 25% of the poison left in his body now. The poison had consumed him at 85% when he began showing signs. It was seriously a close call." Jimin exhaled.

           "How would he help us find the culprit though?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow then glanced over at Jungkook who was shifting around Jimin's furniture, probably as some sort of workout.

           "Someone that he trusted gave him the sleeping pills, and those pills contained small traces of poison so..." Jimin started.

           "Whoever gave him the pills must be directly related to the killings." Yoongi breathed.

           "Exactly." Jimin grinned proudly.

           "Can he talk?"

           "Um well let's see." Jimin grabbed the Science Teacher's hand, causing him to turn his attention away from Yoonji to Jimin.

           "We want to stop these killings." Jimin squeezed reassuringly. "Can you tell us...if you remember...who had prescribed the sleeping pills to you?"

           Science Teacher weakly nodded and gestured to the oxygen mask over his mouth, most probably hindering him from being audible. Yoongi gulped in anticipation as Jimin pulled the mask off carefully.

           "The sleeping pills..." The Science Teacher's voice was hoarse, almost a whisper. "...they were given to me by... the Counselor."

           Jungkook dropped the table gently, but the sound still caused Jimin and Yoongi to flinch, startled. With large, worried eyes, they glanced at each other.

           The Counselor was involved this entire time.

           Yoongi pressed his earpiece a few seconds later, after his shock dissipated. "Get a tracer on the Counselor, stat. Someone monitor him at all times. He's one of the keys to finding Y/N."

           "Thank you." Jimin's lips curled up warmly as placed the oxygen mask back on the Science Teacher, and once again, sleep overcame the elder.

           When you came to this time, you weren't at all surprised that you were in a different location. You remembered vividly what you had discovered, and the unexpected events that occurred afterwards.

           "Ah... awake now?" A familiar voice drawled.

           You chuckled as you were once again bound by your hands and feet. "Why? Going to drug me again?"

           "Not surprised, hm?" Counselor stepped into the light. "Good thing I decided to act sooner than we had planned."

           You glared at him.

           "Come now, Y/N. Let's not make such an aggressive face among friends." Counselor waved his hand with a chuckle

           "I don't remember ever becoming friends with you." You spat.

           "Oh?" He feigned being hurt. "Maybe taking a look around my room will help you jog your memory."

           You furrowed your brow, but took the time to scan the room. Nothing seemed out of place. A typical comfortable lair... then your eyes fell on the wall of framed pictures. You gasped at the realization as you spotted his high school portrait atop the others.

           Counselor spun around with a smirk on his face, now donned with similar glasses he had worn in the past.

           "It's good to see you again...my dear dumpster lunch buddy." he disclosed.

           Your mouth dried up at the recollection, that he...that you two...you knew him. You had seen him countless of times, but hadn't truly seen him.

           At the peak of your bullying, he was there beside you.

           You hadn't been the lone target. Another boy from your class-- you couldn't remember his name at all, but maybe because you had never cared to find out what it was-- he was one of the quiet ones who used to hang out with the popular boys and he often ate behind the adjacent dumpster in hiding with you.

           You had glanced at each other, but had never spoken a word. Even though you both were on the same boat, he would leave you if you got caught first and in turn, you did the same to him. Every day had solely focused on survival, and your heart had hardened and turned cold through your experiences. You two, who had both been pressured to the lowest of low together, instead of sticking together for solace, had chosen to betray each other.

           And it all made sense.

           His purpose, the root of his crazed obsession with vengeance and justice...for how long had he lived with such a warped mentality?

           "Oh my god..." You whispered, flabbergasted.

           "It's okay, I didn't recognize you right away either. Not until I truly watched you get bullied. I had watched your helpless look too many times in high school to forget."

           You shivered.

           "Who would've thought...someone from high school would make an appearance?" Counselor chuckled as he knelt in front of you.

           Now you had a full view of his crazed look that had been masked by his usually calm, gentle demeanor. "You of all people should understand how it is for people who are the victims. So I left you alone. I thought you could be our mascot, our role model, our queen-- the epitome of grace as we burned those undeserving creatures to the ground to start anew. I even warned you several times not to stray, to stay how you are, who you are. But you didn't listen." He brandished a knife skillfully in front of you, and you instinctively gulped. You were weaponless this time. "Betraying us is a serious offense, Y/N."

           Despite being in imminent danger, you couldn't help wondering: would things have been different if you had reached out to him, instead of being selfish and self-absorbed in your own pitiful state? Would things have been different if you had become friends with him? Would you not have had to move? Would he have lived his life without such hatred and wickedness? Would all the victims... still be alive?

           Prez watched Yoonji emerge from Jimin's office curiously. The two glanced in his direction, and he immediately flattened himself against the wall.

           "Prez is watching you two." Jungkook revealed through their earpieces, back in his hiding place. "Should I get rid of him?"

           Yoongi shook his head. "Keep an eye on him too. I know he has something to do with this case. He can stare at my ass as much as he wants. If he comes one inch within my breathing space, I will end him."  

           "You always talk tough, Yoongi, but you never do it." Hoseok snorted into the earpiece.

           "Shut up." Yoongi rolled his eyes. "We need to regroup and think of a plan. We need to act the latest, tomorrow night."

           Hold on for that long, Y/N.

           Luckily for you, Counselor only meant to threaten you, but promised he wouldn't put you in harm's way. He said he had more plans for your future, and you didn't want to conceive what his outrageous mind was planning. But for the time being, his fondness over the symbolism he thought you could become bought you time. However, it didn't bring you a sense of security, so you kept your eyes peeled, monitoring the guards, assessing the layout of the room, thinking of various ways to make your escape.

           And then, as soon as the blanket of night fell, you were ready.

           Unbeknownst to those guarding you, you had continuously applied friction to the cloth that was binding you. Clearly, they were unprepared for the possibility of someone trying to escape, as the threads of the cloth thinned and scattered in no time, but you remained still with bated breath, praying none of them would notice.

           When the lights dimmed and the sunlight faded, you tugged, finally releasing the cloth where it was straining. Before they could turn on the lights, you undid your ankles, and disappeared from your spot. The guards were frazzled and flustered by your disappearance, unable to fathom your magic act. You took their confusion and gained the upper hand, disarming the closest guard to your location, and immediately shooting the others adjacent to him. Hurriedly, you kicked off the column you had been bound to as leverage and whipped your foot around right into another guard's face. You began skillful hand-to-hand combat, grabbing various weapons from their hold to enhance your non-existent ammunition.

           One guard tried to escape, probably to warn or call others, but you couldn't have that. You chucked a knife across the way, and it instantly settled itself into his side. Grinning, you felt the rush of battle once again. You had been sitting idly for far too long. Clicking off the safety, you held two guns, aiming at the last two unarmed guards with a satisfied smirk.

           "I think I'll have to gracefully say goodbye now."

           Before you could pull the trigger though, you heard a voice that sent shivers up your spine.

           "I don't think you want to finish what you're doing."

           It sounded like the Counselor, but the tone...it wasn't. You knew exactly who it was. You clutched the gun tighter in your hand as the Counselor's twin emerged from the shadow of the entrance.  

           "My dear, dear Y/N. I knew you would be trouble." he chuckled as he nonchalantly strolled into the room. "I told my brother to just kill you. You knew far too much, were sticking your nose too deeply into matters that didn't pertain to you."

           "We've talked before." You realized as you gritted your teeth. "The most recent time at your office."

           "Yes." he smiled. "I almost showed my frustrations back then."

           Your breathing began to get heavier. "Were you the shadow in the library?"

           He nodded, not at all surprised that you had put two and two together.

           "That's why it looked like no one had left the school grounds." You mumbled.

           "You also met my brother on his way to meet me in town. I was giving him the new supply of medication for the Science Teacher." He continued to lightly take a turn about the lair. "We were supposed to meet the Science Teacher before Mr. Park's welcome party, but we couldn't leave because you and Mr. Kim were running around town. We couldn't get discovered."

           "And you moved the bodies around while both of you had perfect alibis at being at a certain place." You exhaled. It was perfect.

           "Brilliant, isn't it?"

           "But weren't you mutilated in a bad gang fight?" You whispered.

           He cackled. "I was the one who found my own 'body', so I touched whatever film they had used to get fingerprints and switched it out with the one they actually took off the body. We messed up the body so bad that his face couldn't even be reconstructed. It was the perfect fake death. It earned us the loyalty of the said gang...killing off their boss."  

           The guards tried to step back, but you knocked them out with the handle of your weapon, then immediately focused the guns towards the Twin angrily.

           "You did all the killing." You realized.

           His lips curled up triumphantly. "I'm more of an action guy, while my brother was the brains."

           "You son of a --" Your hand was about to pull the trigger when he held up a button.

           "Like I said, I don't think you want to shoot." he grinned mischievously.

           "Why not?" You hissed.

           "This..." he glanced at the button in his hand. "...detonates bombs that were placed throughout the entire school."

           "Quit shitting me." You furrowed your brow.

           He walked to the monitor with ease, knowing confidently that you wouldn't shoot since there was a chance he was telling the truth; you wouldn't risk it. He pulled up several cameras placed around the school, and he narrowed them down to show off the various bombs that had truly, in fact, been kept hidden within the campus. Your grip faltered.

           "All we ask is that you sit and wait prettily until we do what we need to. If you continue to resist and try to interfere with our plan, then we will just blow up everybody."

           "E-everybody?" You stammered.

           He pulled up a specific screen, which caused you to gasp, recognizing it immediately as your dormitory hallway.

           "We planted a very special bomb here, just for you." he grinned. "I wonder when your precious roommate will come back home."

           Your hold loosened, and you dropped the gun, frustrated. They still had the advantage in this game.

           "Good girl." he cooed. "Guards, the chains."

           A whole new squadron of guards was at the door within seconds, holding thick chains in their arms. Your posture slumped, realizing they had expected your attempt at escaping all along.

           "Tie her back up."

           Hurriedly, you subtly pulled something out of your back pocket, and blew it towards the Twin while his head was turned. Then you exhaled and let the guards once again attach you to the column, praying that Yoongi and the others had a plan.

           A knock was heard on Yoongi's dorm door. Everyone slipped into the shadows as Yoongi threw on his wig to answer the door. Peeking out, he raised an eyebrow skeptically as he was met with Prez.

           "What do you want? I told you not to show your face near me."

           "Can I come in?"

           Yoongi glanced around before stepping back to let him enter anyway. He mentally cursed as he envisioned Hoseok snickering at him once again.

           "I want in." Prez dropped his backpack on the kitchen counter.

           "In what?"

           "I want in on this rescue mission." he stated firmly.

           Yoongi squinted his eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about."

           Prez sighed, and rolled up his sleeves. "Scan me."

           "Excuse me?"

           "Scan me." he urged.

           "No thank you. Creep." Yoongi backed away.

           Prez sighed, but he straightened his posture and stated firmly, "Special Agent Park Bogum of Big Hit Agency, requesting for a temporary co-op with Special Agent Min Yoongi and his team to rescue Special Agent Y/N."

           Yoongi's mouth hung open. "Say what?"

           "Oh my gosh." Jimin stepped out of the shadows, gasping. "Sunbae-nim?"

           Prez smiled.

           "Wait, what is happening?" Yoongi shook his head. "How does he know me? How do you know him? Sunbae-nim?"

           Jimin hurriedly scanned Prez's wrist with his watch, and needless to say the insignia of Big Hit was present on his skin, which was a mark only visible and known to those who were part of the agency. It was a special code to weed out those posing to be agents from real ones, to recognize friend from foe.

           His stats and information appeared as a hologram emitting from Jimin's watch, and Yoongi moved closer to read.

           "You...you went to the same training sect as Y/N..." The realization dawned on Yoongi. "You knew her this whole time?"

           Prez shrugged. "She was quite famous even as a freshman. There wasn't a student at our uni who didn't know of the girl who achieved a perfect score on the entrance exam, and continued to be at the top of her class. I recognized her immediately and knew I could trust her. Of course, I didn't exactly know who her partner was and who was part of her team or not...so...it took me awhile to come here. And I had kept her things safe, just in case."

           He lay down her phone, the novel, and her notebook on the counter.

           "I knew you took it, you thief." Yoongi hissed, but averted his eyes, no real bite to his comment.  

           "But you're 2 years our sunbae...we've only heard of your name since you were the most recent one from our university to take 1 of the 2 Special Agent spots but... why're you here?" Tae also emerged, followed by the others.

           Prez exhaled. "I was sent here on a different mission prior to the killings. The court system requested our aid in finding incriminating evidence against guilty parties of the staff in this school. Some, as you've probably realized, ended up as victims, but our main target was the Principal. Needless to say though, the murders interfered with our investigation. So eventually we were ordered to switch objectives, and capturing the murderer became our priority..."

           "But...why are you here alone?" Tae blinked and glanced around, as if expecting someone new to pop out of the darkness. "Where's your partner?"

           Prez smiled sadly.

           Yoongi's eyes widened, the missing links clicking together. "Your partner was your VP, wasn't she?"

           Prez nodded.

           "But aren't you supposed to be relieved of your duties once you lose your partner? You're still allowed to do the mission?" Namjoon questioned.

           "My team complied with the rules, but I, on the other hand, went rogue, despite being called back to the agency. I just couldn't leave things unfinished and unsettled here. But I was stripped of my gadgets, my weapons, and my ability to get inside information, and that's why I had to rely on my own resources to piece things together. And thankfully, when I thought all hope was lost, Y/N appeared." Prez chuckled. "At first, I thought she was sent here to capture me and take me back, but when she didn't recognize me or anything, I realized she was on a different mission, and most probably the one my team had failed to succeed in at that."

           "It was such a quick turn of events...no wonder they were forced to call a rookie team into the front lines right away..." Namjoon hummed.

           "Why stay though after we arrived? For revenge?" Hoseok asked.

           "Partially, to be honest." Prez exhaled. "But I also wanted... no I felt obligated--- to protect the Librarian from harm."

           "Why?" Yoongi breathed. "Is she your--?"

           Prez shook his head knowingly, "Not mine. She was my partner's mother. VP was the child she gave up when she was younger."

           Jimin frowned and stammered, at a loss at the saddening connection. "So they never got to...the Librarian never knew...why..."

           Prez stared at his shoes, "I wish I knew why VP did what she did as well. I regret every day that I wasn't able to save her, and the fact that I didn't have an inkling that she was in trouble." Then he looked up at everyone, determinedly. "That's why I want to make absolutely sure that Y/N returns. I won't lose someone precious again."

           With that resolve, Yoongi instinctively pulled off his wig, and handed Prez his gun firmly.

           "Then welcome to the team Special Agent Park Bo Gum. Let's go kick some ass."

           Prez grinned and compliantly took the weapon from Yoongi's grasp, placing it into his own makeshift holster.

           "Before we head out, there's something Y/N found before she got taken. She left us a hint before she got taken in her book. And I later discovered something as I was perusing the school for hidden passageways." he began, opening his backpack.

           "Hidden passageways?" Jimin questioned.

           "I didn't find any...but I found something a lot more worrying." Prez frowned as he took out a large object from his backpack.

           Everyone backed away and gasped.

           "Oh man. Holy shit."  

           "Why won't you eat?" Counselor frowned as he tried to feed you bread, but you kept evading with your mouth shut tight.

           You looked down to avoid him stuffing your mouth while you were speaking. "What? So you could poison me?"

           He chuckled. "Why would I do that now? I could've killed you when we captured you both times. Why do you think I went through the trouble of bringing you over here alive, unlike the other victims?"

           You glared at him and he chucked the bread at your feet. "Well, your loss then. You'll get hungry eventually then you'll have to beg."

           "Brother, things are ready." Twin called, feigning obedience, but you knew better that he was the more manipulative of the two. "We'll be back, pet."

           You tugged at the chains tightly wrapped around your body in anger. "Don't call me that."

           "Or else what?" he cackled.

           "You shouldn't have tried to escape, Y/N." Counselor exhaled and shook his head. "I tried to keep you comfortable, but you did this to yourself."

           You rolled your eyes in response.

           And with one last pitiful glance in your direction, the two disappeared. You were left alone with the guards once again; however they were much more equipped this time around. Straining, you tried to position yourself inconspicuously in order to take something out of your back pocket. As you were doing so, you saw the familiar glint of the bracelet Yoongi had given you on your wrist.

           That was it.

           Fumbling, you tried reach for the bracelet despite the painful and odd posture.

           Yoongi gasped as his watch came to life, a small red dot displayed at the surface.

           "She figured it out." his lips curled up. "I have her location."

           "No time to be lovey dovey." Hoseok patted Yoongi's butt as they tried to crawl through the school's vents.

           "I can't believe we're trying to fit 7 grown ass men into vents." Yoongi rolled his eyes, but regardless of his non-chalant outward facade, he was relieved. You had turned on the signal, meaning you were still alive. And they were making their way to you quickly, thanks to the tracer that had been placed on the Counselor. So now, instead of tearing the entire place apart to search for you like he had planned, Yoongi would be able to sprint to you once they arrived at the destination.

           To see you. To hold you. To save you.

           He moved forward, more determined than before.

           "We're here." Tae whispered.

           "Why didn't anyone think to look in the creepy abandoned building of the campus?" Yoongi snorted.

           "It's underneath the surface." Tae stated, amused. "Even if they did, they wouldn't have found anything."

           "Okay so team." Namjoon called. "Remember the plan. We divide and conquer. Yoongi, Prez, Hoseok, you go rescue Y/N. We'll keep the guards and the two masterminds' attention diverted. If you engage, we need to get them to talk before we hurt or kill them. We need the evidence and the confession."

           Everyone hummed in understanding.

           "Keep your communication open at all times." Namjoon reminded. "Let's move."

           Taehyung and Jimin skillfully jumped out of the vents noiselessly, and sprinted into the darkness to find their targets. Namjoon and Jungkook diverted to another section of the vents to do the same. Prez, Hoseok, and Yoongi moved further forward, closer to where your location was, using the safety of the vents to their advantage as much as they could.

           Or so they thought.

           After a few minutes, a foul odor began following the three. At first it was subtle traces, Hoseok lightly questioning Yoongi if he had flatulated. But it soon began consuming and replacing the oxygen in the enclosed space.

           "It's poison gas. Go!" Prez yelled, and they pried the nearest exit apart, jumping out immediately.

           "Wow, so there were rats in our vents." the Twin smirked as he appeared just down the hallway of where they had landed. "Fancy seeing the pair of you, Prez, Yoongi."

           "How do you know me?" Yoongi hissed.

           "I don't. My brother does. Basketball star, Min Yoongi. Ex-boyfriend of Y/N, that is, until he stabbed her in the back, and turned the whole school against her." he cackled. "How cruel."

           "That wasn't what happened!" Yoongi yelled.

           Hoseok held a hand out to stop his best friend. "Don't let him get under your skin. He's stalling."

           "Where's your brother?" Prez stepped forward.

           "Ah Student Council President." Twin's lips curled. "How odd your fate is."

           Prez furrowed his brow as he positioned himself in a fighting stance. "Yoongi, go."

           "What?" Yoongi whispered, surprised.

           "You need to save Y/N. We can take him and his goons." Hoseok commented, understanding Prez's decision.

           Yoongi pursed his lips, hating to abandon the two, but he knew it wouldn't make sense losing precious time fighting here. Every minute that passed, was a minute where you could be on the verge of death. And that thought made his feet move as he sprinted down another hallway, keeping a close eye at the colored dot that was you. He heard shots firing towards him, but his feet continued to move, adrenaline rushing through his system.

           Stay alive, you two. His silent wish.

           "How foolish." the Twin laughed maniacally as the two were soon surrounded by his henchmen. "Do you think you two can handle gang members who swore their allegiance to us?"

           Prez smirked. "You have no idea what we're capable of."

           Immediately, he and Hoseok pulled out their guns and began shooting, clearing their way to take refuge in a nearby classroom to use the desks as shields. The Twin hissed, clearly not expecting them to be equipped with state of the art weapons.

           "You think you can handle the gang members?" Prez questioned.

           "Of course. I don't think many of them are too skilled, just strong." Hoseok nodded. "What're you going to do?"

           "I'm going to take out their leader." Prez grinned as he slid to the next table, and began to fire.

           Hoseok pulled his machine gun from his back, and began taking out the gang members who were gratefully lined up horizontally for him. In the midst of the barrage of bullets, the Prez rushed forward towards the Twin, who seemingly was looking elsewhere. But just when Prez thought the Twin was within reach, he was disarmed and thrown to the ground at a lightning speed. Prez winced and coughed at the impact.

           "You may be skilled, but let's not forget who murdered all those people in various ways." the Twin pulled out a long knife from his jacket with cynical grin. "Now, where shall I put the 'X' on you?"

           A gunshot was heard and the knife fell out of his grip. The Prez hurried to roll away, kicking the Twin in the gut, before the knife fell and dug into his trapped body.

           "Thanks." Prez smiled as Hoseok smirked proudly from afar before continuing his own battle.

           The Twin chuckled as he clutched his bleeding hand. "If your VP could see you now...putting yourself in harm's way after she died to protect you."

           Prez stilled as he gripped his gun. "What'd you say?"

           The Twin's grin widened, as malicious and chill-inducing as the Cheshire cat's. "Irene...your beautiful VP. I know she sacrificed herself to hide her secret, to hide that she was connected to you. Just like Y/N, we gave her an ultimatum - join us or die. Frankly, she made the wrong choice. But still, she was my favorite to kill. I loved the challenge."

           "You son of a bitch!" Prez yelled as he pulled the trigger, but the Twin was expecting his rage, thriving off of the crazed look in the Prez's eyes.

           "There it is!" he giggled gleefully. "The look of revenge! Of helplessness! Of loss! My favorite expression before carving into people's bodies."

           "I'm going to kill you." Prez bellowed furiously. "I'm going to make sure you never see the sunlight again!"

           "Let us see, Student Council President." The Twin's lips curled up at Prez's declaration, as he brandished his own hidden gun. "Which one of us will see the dawn."

           An explosion breezed through the hallway, coming from another wing of the building, but the emanating shock was enough to bring the old building crumbling down. Prez saw the worried expression of Hoseok from across the room, right before the rubble separated them.

           "Shit. Tae!" Jimin scolded. "We weren't supposed to use that yet!"

           "But they were going to kill you." Tae frowned. "I panicked."

           Jimin exhaled, clutching his wounded arm. "What did I tell you about blowing up stuff when you panic?"

           Tae pouted. "Don't do it."

           Jimin smiled lopsidedly, "But I guess in this case, you saved me."

           Tae's face immediately brightened and he latched himself beside Jimin, ripping his already torn t-shirt to tie around Jimin's open flesh.

           "But we just attracted everyone in our direction." Jimin sighed. "We need to prepare for another fight, Tae."  

           Tae nodded meekly. "I'll protect you this time."

           "Tae." Jimin chuckled. "You're not the best at fighting."

           Tae huffed. "But I can too!"

           Jimin glanced around, amused. "We've also closed off the exit. We're at a dead end."

           "I have more bombs!" Tae beamed. "We can make a way out!"

           Jimin laughed. But the two flinched as they spotted a large boulder floating nearby.

           "Ghost!" Tae cried.

           "This is why we can't have you two as a pair." Namjoon chuckled as he stepped into the area while Jungkook easily chucked the boulder behind him. "Leave the fighting to us."

           Yoongi whipped his leg around onto an opponent's shoulders, and dragged them to the ground, suffocating them with his knees, squeezing against the windpipe. While in that position, he fired off shots as the guards closed in on him at either side. He was anxious. Time was ticking. He needed to get rid of these obstacles as fast as possible, but there were just too many of them. Once the man underneath him stopped moving, he scrambled to ransack his weapons, skillfully chucking knives straight into the hearts of those who dared to come too close. He hissed as a bullet grazed his cheek, but he returned the favor, not missing his mark. Was there no end to these people?

           "Yoongi!" a familiar voice called out.

           "Hoseok!" he breathed.

           "What the hell? You didn't even get far!" his best friend commented.

           "Shut up! They just keep coming like ants!" Yoongi groaned.

           "It's cause you're distracted, dude!" Hoseok yelled as he joined the fray. "I've seen you during exams take down more enemies than this at a faster time. Focus!"

           Yoongi inhaled. He knew Hoseok was right. He had memorized all the pressure points, had studied every artery, envisioning the human body as a lucid target, masked by flesh countless of times. His title of being Class 9's "Genius" stemmed from his eerily pinpoint accuracy and efficiency, as he calculated with ease the quickest route and the fastest way to end a fight. Closing his eyes, he listened to the footsteps coming towards him, drowning out all extraneous noise, until he honed in on their breathing, the air propelling the bullets, their quick-paced pulses. When he opened his eyes, he barreled through the incoming crowd, knocking them unconscious with the brute force of his fist against various pressure points. His senses were attuned to every movement and his body reacted instantly. He found himself at the end of the hallway with a trail of bodies behind him. Hoseok grinned as he finished off his last henchman as well, slinging the gun over his shoulder.

           "I'm winning in KOs in this battle." he stuck his tongue out.

           "Shut up." Yoongi chuckled.

           "Go." Hoseok gestured. "More of them are coming soon."

           Yoongi nodded and disappeared into the darkness, hurrying towards you.

           "Almost...there." You finally pulled a thin compact out of your back pocket. "Got it."

           You straightened back up when the guards came to check on you, giving them a glare.

           "What're you doing?" they growled.

           "I had an itch. Fuck off." You cursed.

           "Bitch." They criticized before disappearing to a corner of the room.

           You pursed your lips as you fiddled to open the compact which held a variety of Tae's smaller inventions. Your hand felt the items you had been searching for, and your lips curled up triumphantly.

           Long discarded were the guns, and now Prez and the Twin were fighting with blades clashing repeatedly, both injured and breathing heavily.

           "I can't wait to fucking kill you." the Twin heaved.

           "That's my line." Prez jabbed his blade forward while evading the Twin's sloppy slice.

           The pair of them was losing blood quickly. Prez had been shot in the shoulder, limiting his movement, and sustained various stab wounds while Hoseok had shot the Twin's hand early in the fight and Prez had gotten a hit into his thigh.

           The Twin managed to get out of the way hurriedly for someone with one injured leg, and dug his knife into Prez's leg in retaliation. Prez cried out at the horrendous sensation as the Twin twisted the sharp end evilly. His vision began blurring at the immense pain.

           But suddenly, the Twin's grip left the knife and he stumbled back a little.

           "Wh-what's happening?" the Twin fretted. "What's happening?!"

           Prez gritted his teeth and pulled the knife out of his leg. He watched in horror and in awe as the Twin's color changed to a light purple, his skin slowly sinking in around his face.

           "What did you do?!" he coughed out blood.

           Prez didn't hesitate to drive both blades right into the Twin's chest, taking advantage of his moment of weakness. The Twin's eyes rolled to the back of his head and his body slumped forward, falling deeper into the weapons.

           With his last breath, he whispered, "Justice..."

           Prez stepped back shakily, pulling the daggers out of the newly turned corpse as it fell to the ground. With bated breath, he watched as foam and blood emerged out of its mouth. Then it became still. His heart pounded, half terrified that Twin would get up and begin moving once again, but after a few minutes passed, he ventured closer to make sure.

           The Twin was dead.

           Ironically, his daggers had sliced a large "X" in the center of his chest, but what had happened to his body in the middle of the fight?

           "Prez!"

           He glanced around, hearing a voice, but not seeing anyone.

           "Jungkook, move these rocks!"

           "Stop being so impatient!" Jungkook commented, but soon enough, a path was cleared through the rubble within seconds.

           Prez blinked in astonishment as Jungkook, Tae, Jimin, and Namjoon came into view.

           "Sunbae-nim! You're alright!" Tae grinned as he hurried towards him then froze in his tracks as he realized the dead body on the ground.

           "You killed him!" Hoseok arrived with warm smile. "I knew you could."

           Prez smiled sheepishly. "I think luck was on my side though...something happened towards the end of the fight."

           Tae knelt down and tilted his head curiously.

           "Don't get too close! It might be infectious!" Jimin worried.

           "It's poison." Tae nudged the body with his foot, flipping it over.

           "Poison?" Everyone questioned.

           "It's one of my new inventions I had given Y/N." Tae pointed at the very small circle attached at the back of Twin's neck. "It latches on when it feels the human body temperature, and when a button is pressed to activate, it ingects poison into the bloodstream. It's made with a surplus of the very ingredients they had used to poison the Science Teacher."

           Tae smiled up at the Prez. "It wasn't luck on your side... It was Y/N."

           The corners of Prez's mouth lifted up with warmth and affection at the thought.

           "Y/N!"

           Your heart did a somersault at the familiar voice that echoed throughout the room. You stopped what you were doing to flicker your eyes towards the entrance, praying you weren't hearing things. Thankfully you weren't, because you saw Min Yoongi standing a few feet away from you, hair disheveled, panting heavily. Only a millisecond was granted between you two to acknowledge that the other was safe before the guards went into action.

           You hurried to re-activate the laser in your grasp once again; another trinket Tae had graced you with in your compact. This time you weren't being sly about your actions as everyone was far too distracted with Yoongi to notice the chains loosening.

           "Come on. Melt faster." You murmured anxiously, wanting to help Yoongi in the battle. Your gaze flitted over to him every so often to make sure he was still in one piece.

           Your worry seemed pointless though because he seemed to be at his tip-top shape. His movements were scarily accurate, as if he was able to predict the attacks a split second before they actually happened. You had to pry your glance away from admiring him in order to continue clawing your way to freedom.

           "I saw you checking me out."

           You blushed shyly as you looked up at Yoongi, all the guards scattered about unconsciously.

           "I was making sure you weren't getting your ass kicked." You jeered, collecting yourself.

           This time the two of you smiled at each other, obvious relief painted on both of your faces. You heard the click of the chains finally unclasping, and you pulled your arms free excitedly. Yoongi scurried towards you without hesitation, and your feet did the same.

           However, peripherally you spotted another shadow making a dash towards Yoongi as well from the side. Your heart dropped immediately at the glimpse of a shiny, sharp object in its grasp, and you willed your legs to speed up as your smile faded, drowned by dread of what might come to pass. Holding your breath, you lunged forward tackling Yoongi down with you, but simultaneously, you felt a deep, excruciating pain plunge into your side as you did so.

           Yoongi immediately reacted, raising his gun during the descent, and pressing the trigger an incessant amount of times towards the attacker, not caring where exactly he was aiming. The body danced around at the barrage of impacts until Yoongi's load finished. There was a ringing silence as the body slowly flopped to the ground, unmoving.

           It was the Counselor.

           But the thought of victory and triumph was far from Yoongi's mind as his heart raced. Gently, he turned you from where you lay on top of him, and cradled you in his arms. His hands were fumbling frantically, trying to press down at the spot where your blood was flowing, staining his clothes.

           "Y/N...Y/N." He cried out. His mind scrambled, not recalling the protocol. What should he do first? What was the procedure to stop this bleeding? How does he save you?! "Oh my god, Y/N. Please. Please."

           He shook you as your breathing became ragged. You coughed and groaned, wincing at the pain.

           "Don't you dare die on me." Yoongi begged, his voice faltering evidently. "W-we were supposed to be the best partners."

           When you didn't respond, his eyes watered, fearing that you were slipping away from him. "Hey." He whispered as he shut his eyes. "On a normal occasion I would never admit this...but I've always wanted to say it... but I was too chicken to..." He leaned his forehead on yours, his tears trickling down, landing on your face.

           "I love you, Y/N."

           "Y-yoongi...?" You breathed, your eyes willing themselves to open, because his words had numbed the pain you were feeling in exchange for your heart drumming erratically against your chest. Had you heard him right?

           He glanced down at you lovingly, "I always have. I still honestly don't think I deserve to love you. But don't you dare die on me until I can make a fool of myself and say this to you properly, big banner, flowers and all. And I won't even care-- you can laugh at me, reject me or whatever...just as long as you're alive, goddamit."

           Your hand flew up to his mouth to stop his babbling. "Yoongi... this wound won't kill me. Stop overreacting."

           He grabbed your hand from his mouth and grasped on tightly.

           "But..." You whispered. "Say it again..."

           "What?"

           "What you've always wanted to say to me..." You smiled, "...and what I've always wanted to hear from you..."

           Yoongi pressed his lips against your hand, his heart feeling so full that he thought he was going to combust. He leaned down, wiping your hair away from your face, to whisper. "I love you, Y/N. So much."

           "I love you too, you pain in my ass." You cupped his cheek lovingly as he closed the distance, and captured your lips with his. Grinning as your body was immediately elated with the fluttering of a thousand butterflies, you angled your head up, allowing him to deepen the kiss eagerly. But the throbbing pain on your side caused you to break the contact unwillingly.  

           "Ow okay, still bleeding profusely Yoongi, still bleeding." You groaned.

           "Oh sorry." he chuckled sheepishly. "Probably should get that checked out first. Hold on."

           You shook your head amused as he contacted the others to get to your location immediately with the medical team. "Seriously. First you act like I'm on my deathbed, and then you act like I'm not wounded."

           He snorted and scrunched his face at you in response.

           You laughed to yourself as you thought that you should've "almost died" sooner if you knew it would bring about this kind of result. Reaching for his hand, you gave it a light squeeze to get his attention. He glanced over at you curiously.

           "I'm tired. Don't freak out." You exhaled as you shut your eyes, exhaustion taking over now that the adrenaline was wearing off. "I haven't slept in days."

           "I'm not going anywhere." he smiled. "Rest in peace."

           You glared at him. "Are you trying to send me off?"

           He covered your face with his hand teasingly. "Don't get irritated, your blood pressure will increase and you'll lose more blood."

           "Is that even real?" You questioned.

           "Shhh...." he shushed you playfully, still covering your eyes, so you couldn't see the gentle way he was looking at you. "You're safe now. I found you."

           Your lips curled up as you felt his fingers fiddling with yours, lulling you into slumber.

           "That you did."

           You groaned as you shifted in your bed, only to be awakened by a throbbing pain in your side.

           "Shit."

           "Yeah, pretty much what I felt like saying when I first woke up with a bullet wound."

           Your eyes fluttered open at the familiar voice.

           "Whoa, there." Jin laid a gentle hand on your shoulder as you attempted to sit up out of excitement. "They stitched you up and I don't want to be the cause of them popping open."

           You chuckled and relaxed as you recognized the hospital room. "Hi."

           "Hi." Jin's eyes twinkled as he looked down at you.

           "Are you allowed to be out of your room?" You glanced at him curiously.

           "Yeah, I'm alright. They just kept me here for longer because it was apparently safe here." he shrugged. "And who was I to complain? I still get my paycheck."

           You shook your head, amused.

           "So Yoongi told me you got that wound when you saved him." Jin smiled.

           You snorted. "He can't do anything without me."

           Jin's eyes fell to your hand then back to your face. Gently, he slipped his warm hands into yours before smiling.

           "I always looked at you, but you were always looking at him, you know."

           You blinked. "What?"

           "I thought this time might be different...but it's still the same as high school." he sighed. "You exist in a different world than me."

           You laughed as you squeezed his hand, "Are you serious? Jin, you were the one that existed in a different world than me. But..."

           Jin glanced at you curiously.

           "I'm thankful you came into mine instead of trying to force me into yours." You grasped his hand with both of your own. "I didn't realize it until later, but I was so grateful you tried to understand me, and accepted me for who I was instead of making me into someone else. You encouraged me to be better, but let me stay in my bubble when I refused. You gave much more than I did in our friendship, and I was so ashamed that I let it go without understanding or realizing it."

           Jin brought your hands to his face and exhaled. "You changed me, Y/N. There are some things you can only see when you take a step back from where you were, and you showed me that. That I was only showing others a fraction of who I really was. You also showed me how much of a coward, and how shallow I was back then."

           You shook your head. "You weren't--"

           "I loved you." Jin confessed.

           Your eyes widened. "What?"

           "I loved you in high school." Jin smiled. "I stopped talking to you because I was hurt and angry that you didn't choose me. That's why I abandoned you. And I was so foolish because...that's not love at all. That's selfishness."

           "I don't blame you, Jin. I did the same. The Counselor used to be one of the victims that got bullied with me. When I realized that and looked at what he became, I wondered if things would be different if I had just reached out and put my selfishness aside for a few minutes." You rubbed his cheek gently. "We were young, powerless, naive."

           "That's why I've sworn to help the young, powerless, and naive." Jin grinned.

           Your lips curled up, "And I think you're fantastic at it, truly."

           "It was all for you, Y/N."

           You looked up at him, searching for answers in his expression, but you couldn't tell. He was always good at hiding his emotions, despite seeming like an open book and full of expression. The things that truly mattered, the negative thoughts, he had always locked those in. What did that mean? Did he still--?

           "Don't tell Yoongi." Jin whispered.

           "Tell him wh--"

           Your words got cut off by his lips gently pressing onto yours. You inhaled quickly. The kiss was light as a feather, but from the way his plush lips brushed against yours, you could feel the thousands of emotions and feelings he had never told you. Your eyes welled up at the heartache you felt from him.

           "Jin, I'm --" You started, but he leaned back down and kissed you deeper this time.

           "Son of a --"

           Jin grinned widely as he was pressed against the wall by a very furious Min Yoongi.

           "You saw me walk in you little shit. I was going to let the first one go 'cause you took a bullet for her but that second one was just unnecessary! You were just trying to piss me off." he hissed, clutching onto Jin's shirt intensely.

           "Well it worked." Jin smirked.

           "Want another bullet on your other side to make you symmetrical?" Yoongi snarled, having to stand on his tiptoes so he can threateningly look up into Jin's face.

           "Yoongi." You called. "It's fine."

           Yoongi glared at Jin one last time before walking to you. He leaned down and kissed you warmly, then went to place new flowers in the vase by your bedside. "I'll be right back to get the others now that you're awake. Here's a gun. You just shoot if he tries anything."

           You rolled your eyes. "Stop overreacting. But I know a better way to end this feud."

           They both looked at you curiously.

           You pointed to your lips and grinned, "Yoongi, you just kissed Jin by kissing me, and if Jin tries to kiss me again, he'll end up kissing you."

           Yoongi gagged. "Disgusting."

           Jin teased and stepped closer to you. "So if I don't mind that, I can kiss you again?"

           "Nevermind, I can't leave this room." Yoongi stated dryly. He pressed his earpiece. "We have a code red in Y/N's hospital room. There's a molester here. Must be shot immediately."

           "What?!" Tae yelled.

           You exhaled and pressed your own earpiece. "No, it's just Jin. Yoongi's being himself again."

           "Y/N!!!" Tae's voice was heard yelling down the hallway until your door flew open. "Y/N!"

           "Shush!" Yoongi scolded. "There are other people in this hospital."

           "She livesss!" Hoseok bellowed excitedly.

           "Y/N." Jimin skipped in, jumping onto Tae who was closest to your bed.

           Tae and Jimin looked at Yoongi in anticipation, pouting slightly.

           Yoongi exhaled, "Fine, but lightly. She's still wounded."

           The two brightened and collapsed on top of your body, snuggling into you. You giggled, patting their heads warmly.

           "I missed you guys too."

           "Jungkook, please." Yoongi called as he and Namjoon entered the room.

           Jungkook knowingly and easily pulled the two off of you.

           "How old is this kid anyway?" Jin questioned. "And does he talk?"

           "Of course I talk. I told you my name before. And I'm much younger than you." Jungkook shrugged nonchalantly while everyone snickered.

           "Welcome back, Y/N." Namjoon smiled.

           "Thanks." You beamed. "Can I know what happened now? How long was I out?"

           Namjoon chuckled. "Just 2 days. We're in the middle of finalizing the press release."

           "Press release?" You questioned. "You mean we're releasing the nature of the killings? Isn't that what they wanted though?"

           Namjoon shook his head. "The nature of the killings and the severity of the deaths will remain a secret, and so will your involvement of course. But the school cannot continue as it is. Just sweeping these issues under the rug will only result in a never-ending cycle. We must address them, instate a solution, and break what was known to be the norm. It's what the school should have done a long time ago."

           Jin nodded.

           "We've found incriminating evidence that the Principal was embezzling money from the school funds for his own personal use. This will be brought to light and he will be stepping down from his position. The Vice Principal was also found to have known about the transgression but kept quiet, becoming an accomplice. She will be demoted and return to the classroom. So we offered Jin the new position as Principal." Everyone glanced towards Jin, but he shook his head. "But he declined, preferring to teach rather than manage the school."

           You smiled at Jin reassuringly.

           "The Secretary declined and didn't want a job with that much pressure, and so did English Teacher." Jimin continued. "And then..."

           "And then?" You blinked, your interest piqued.

           "The Librarian accepted."

           Everyone turned their attention towards the door as a Prez hobbled into the room.

           "Prez!" You gasped as your eyes flitted to his bandaged thigh. "Wait-- did you fight too?! What happened?"

           "Prez helped locate bombs around the school, so that's why it took us awhile to rescue you. We figured that's why you weren't able to escape on your own." Tae explained.

           You smiled in relief.

           "Let's save all that for later." Your doctor knocked on the door. "I can't believe you kids always get yourself into such trouble." he pointed his pen towards Prez. "You - Special Agent Park Bo Gum- you shouldn't be walking around yet. I told you you're lucky that knife missed a vital vein, but you shouldn't push it."

           "Special Agent..." You mumbled. "As in..."

           "Alright. Out, out. How did I get suckered into being a doctor for reckless people?" he shooed everyone out of the room.

           "Wait? Sunbae?" You bellowed.

           Prez grinned and bowed, "At your service."

           "Out." The doctor pointed at the door, and everyone obediently filed out. "You too, little bro."

           Yoongi whined. "But she's my gir--"

           "I don't care what she is. She is MY patient right now. You should've called me first when she woke up. Tch."

           Yoongi pouted but waddled out of the room reluctantly.

           "Oh wait Y/N." Namjoon stepped back in. "I'll be taking care of some stuff with the rest of the team for the next few days. But...here."

           He handed you a letter. Curiously, you took it, your brows furrowed.

           "It was found on the Counselor's body, addressed to you." Namjoon smiled. "We scanned it already, it's safe. But I think you should read it."

           You nodded.

           "Rest well, and good job Special Agent." Namjoon patted your head warmly.

           "Couldn't have done it without my team." You grinned.

           "Alright, enough feel good scenes." Your doctor waved his hands and stepped between you two.

           Namjoon snorted, "Siblings indeed."

           And with that he left.

           "I thought you learned that hanging with my brother never ends well." Your doctor teased.

           "Yet here we both are." You grinned. "You, deciding to officially work for the Agency to keep an eye on him, and me, his partner."

           "He's just a lucky bastard, that's why." He chuckled as he took your vitals and checked your body. "Anything hurt?"

           "Mm," you hummed. "Possibly the place where the knife stabbed me."

           Yoongi's brother poked your forehead. "Smartass."

           "Will I live, doctor?" You jested.

           He chuckled, "Unfortunately."

           You smacked him lightly. He scribbled into his clipboard before clipping his pen back into his coat pocket.

           "Rest for the week, and I'll come back to take a look at your wound before giving you the okay to leave. You can walk around to get your body moving, but don't do anything strenuous. JUST walking. You hear that, Yoongi?"

           "I WASN'T PLANNING ON ANYTHING, YOU SICKO!" Yoongi yelled from behind the door.

           You giggled.

           "You look good otherwise, no other issues." he ruffled your hair. "Good seeing you kiddo."

           "You too."

           He nonchalantly opened the door, and gestured for his younger brother to enter. Then he walked away, not before smacking Yoongi's head with his clipboard though.

           Yoongi scowled as he entered, but his face softened as he realized you were watching him happily.

           You blushed, remembering what had occurred before you fell asleep for two days. Patting the small space beside you in the bed, you gestured for Yoongi to come closer, which he obliged without hesitation.

           "How are you feeling?" he asked.

           "Mmm, I've experienced worse." You grinned cheekily.

           He looked you up and down, "Yeah, true. You've looked worse."

           You pushed him and winced at the slight pain you felt at the rushed movement. Immediately, you were pulled into his body. Smiling, you rested your head into his shoulder, leaning into him.

           "You're stupid for getting stabbed instead of me." he mumbled.

           "You're welcome." You snorted.

           "I could've taken it." he sighed.

           "Well, I wouldn't have." You clutched his shirt. "Who knows where he was planning on stabbing you?"

           "What am I going to do with you?" Yoongi exhaled.

           "Well, I don't think you've ever had a problem figuring that out." You teased.

           He snorted and separated from you so you could talk face-to-face. His face turned serious and he grabbed your hands nervously, fiddling with them as he pondered on how to say what he wanted to.

           "Listen." he began. "I'm sorry."

           "For?"

           "Everything. For what I said about you that ended things in high school. For what I didn't do. For what I didn't realize was happening to you. For being so oblivious and stupid. For not even being worthy enough for the fight that you put up to be with me." he gripped your hands tightly.

           "Are you breaking up with me already?" You questioned.

           "No...I don't know. I just...what if I mess things up again?" he worried.

           "First, most of the time, bullying isn't as outlandish as they portray it in books and movies. It's underhanded, and inconspicuous. You shouldn't blame yourself for not noticing; the bullies didn't want you to. Don't let it haunt you." You cupped his cheek. "And second, relationships are a two way street. Even if you instigated the break up, I ended things. We both stopped trying because we were too proud."

           "I would break up with me too if I heard me saying what I did." he muttered.

           "But I should've known that sometimes your words hold deeper meanings behind them. You had a reason, didn't you?"

           Yoongi averted his gaze. "It wasn't worth losing you like that."

           The edge of your lips playfully lifted. "Well then, Min Yoongi. I will most probably often ignore you for books. I still don't really like meeting new people, but I think I have to slowly work on it. I have social anxiety and some sort of trauma from bullying. I used to have a weird obsession with becoming popular because I thought it would solve my issues and make my life ten times better. I also have a pretty bad temper. And I may break up with you too quickly out of anger if I hear you badmouth me again."

           Yoongi chuckled.

           "But..." you intertwined your fingers with his. "I still want to give us another chance, because I love you... faults and all."

           He studied the way your hands looked in his, and his heart somersaulted. Tightening his hold, he exhaled. "I'm not good at expressing myself at times, but I do get easily jealous and somewhat possessive. I'm still embarrassed saying cheesy, romantic things so you probably might get insults instead, even though I'm constantly trying to tell you I love you or that I think you're absolutely beautiful. But I want to try. I want to love you properly, how I should've from the beginning."

           "You think I'm beautiful?" You fluttered your eyes playfully.

           "Shut up." he rolled his eyes, turning slightly red from embarrassment.

           You laughed and kissed his cheek. "What happened to the 'big banner, flowers and all' you promised me?"

           "Well flowers are here." he pointed to the vase.

           "Those are 'get well' flowers, not 'I love you' flowers!" You chuckled. "Should I stab myself again?"

           "Well, when you get better I'll do it, okay?" he huffed, averting his eyes with a pout.

           "Forget all that and just get me a really good meal." You patted your stomach. "I'm starving."

           Yoongi laughed. "I'll go pick up some steaks then."

           "Make that two." You added.

           "For me?" Yoongi smiled.

           "No." You raised an eyebrow. "Both are for me. Come on, Yoongs."

           He shook his head, amused, then made his way to the door. "I'll take care of it. Just get some rest."

           You nodded. "Pay them extra if they can make them quick!"

           "Will do, boss." he saluted.

           You grinned.

           Once your door slid closed, your smile faded as you slipped the letter Namjoon had given to you, out from underneath your blankets.

           About a week later, you were finally cleared to leave the hospital and so, the entire team found themselves back at the school, standing in front of the entire student body.

           "Umm..." You spoke into a microphone awkwardly, making a pleading face towards Namjoon.

           "If we could just have everyone's attention, please." Namjoon called out in a commanding tone, causing the entire auditorium to become hushed in anticipation.

           You could feel the eyes on you, confused as to why you were standing up in regular clothes with the two "investigators" who helped take the bodies, the school nurse, and yours and Yoonji's "dates". You glanced around anxiously, wondering why Yoongi was taking so long.

           "So we've gathered you all here today to provide an explanation, because I think you all deserve one in light of everything you have been through this year." Namjoon continued. "First, yes, it is true. The culprits have been caught, and all students who had become accomplices were subjected to actual counseling and probation. All those that have victimized them are also under scrupilous investigation and monitoring for the next few months. If found irreparable, they too will be sent to counseling and rehabilitation. And yes, the Science Teacher is alive and making a full recovery. He will return to the school after taking a year off to recuperate and spend time with his wife.

           Next, I'm sure you're all wondering why I have gathered a lot of seemingly random people up here. As far as all of you know, Inspector V and I were directly involved in this investigation. But today, standing before you, is the rest of my team who were part of the undercover efforts."

           Everyone began murmuring, extremely surprised. Some were enthusiastic, others looked uncomfortable. You averted your eyes away from the crowd, awkwardly. The entire team knew you had to cover up the very nature of your positions, and so Namjoon settled on a realistic, and not-so-far-off story--being undercover private investigators. You were secret agents after all. An entire school couldn't know your true identities. You exhaled, always finding this part slightly awkward, but Namjoon was fantastic at making everything believable.

           Then, you grinned widely as you spotted someone walking on stage non-chalantly, soon taking his place beside you. By now, the entire auditorium was buzzing.

           "Took you long enough." You nudged Yoongi.

           "My brother took forever giving me my check up results." he rolled his eyes. "He was being an ass."

           "He loves you, is all." You chuckled.

           "I want to give special recognition to two undercover private investigators, who went above and beyond, and put themselves in imminent danger in order to save you all and stop these killings. You know them as your female classmates, Y/N and Yoonji, but..." Namjoon paused.

           "I'm an actual female." You interjected.

           "And I'm not." Yoongi snorted.

           "WHAT?" There was a collective uproar at the realization. Many of the male students who had vied for Yoonji's attention were staring blankly forward, while other males were still fairly enthusiastic. The females were all squealing excitedly at the reveal.

           "Thanks to these two, we were able to solve the mystery and apprehend the culprits. But what I really would like to stress today, is that these murders stemmed from vegeance and from an odd sense of heroic justice. As the future generation, I don't want you to remain ignorant about what really happened." Namjoon stood tall in the podium. "These killers felt justified killing students and teachers because they committed various crimes that went under the eye of the judicial system. They took it upon themselves to act as the hand of a higher power and bring judgment on these people, because they experienced the similar harsh treatment of bullying and harrassment, of isolation, of loneliness, and eventually, a slow descent into madness. We do not want that for your future. We do not want your school to not learn from these terrifying times, to just sweep these issues under the rug with money like you have all seen countless of times. As with history, we want you to take the mistakes and work to make them right. That was no act of justice. That was manslaughter. If you find something wrong with the judicial system, with the school system, you study hard, you work hard, and you make that difference yourself. Not just for the temporary present but for all of the incoming future."

           You placed a gentle hand on Namjoon's shoulder, knowing he could go on and on about how deeply he felt for this topic. He smiled shyly and stepped back, letting you take the microphone.

           "Hi, everyone. I um...I know it's a lot to take in. But in short, he wants everyone to make a fresh start. He wants you all to come together and rebuild the school into something beautiful, something genuine, a safe haven, unlike it was before when we first transferred. And I know I can't prevent gossip or any of the sort." You frowned. "But I really want you to know that from first-hand experience, your words in a fleeting moment can be an everlasting scar for someone else, and a simple series of actions and happenings at this significant point in your lives can determine what kind of person you can or will become." You smiled sadly. "And staying silent makes you just as guilty. Seeking help doesn't mean you're being a coward; it doesn't make you weak. It's one of the bravest things you can do...standing up for yourself. And offering to help doesn't make you uncool...it makes you strong, standing up for others. Sometimes all someone needs is just one helping hand to pull them out of the darkness."

           Yoongi reached over and intertwined your fingers proudly. You glanced at him warmly then at the rest of your team. Tae and Jimin grinned at you in return.

           "And being popular or acting like someone else is never as satisfying as being yourself, being accepted and embraced for being exactly who you are."

           You blushed as you noticed that everyone began pointing at yours and Yoongi's joined hands. You had gotten slightly carried away. "So um...if anyone has questions...we'll take a few minutes to answer them."

           "There's a hand back there." Namjoon called out. "Yes, sir?"

           The person stood up and grinned. You blinked. It was Jin.

           "So I know it's been a few months, but like...what's up with dating Y/N? Are you serious about her?" he called out.

           You glanced at Yoongi, surprised and confused at Jin's straightforward question.

           But your boyfriend was simply smiling widely as well, mirroring Jin's expression.

           "Yo. So like ever since Y/N started dating Yoongi...haven't you noticed she was actually kind of hott?"

           Yoongi halted in front of the lockeroom as he overheard your name come up in conversation.

           "Like wow...Yoongi's never showed interest in a girl before, but Y/N got to him. What do you think happened?"

           "You know what they say about quiet ones, bro."

           "I'd like to try her on myself, if you know what I mean."

           There was collective laughter as Yoongi stood horrified at what he was hearing. His teammates, his supposed friends?

           "Yeah, I mean, how cool do you think I'd get if I slept with Min Yoongi's girlfriend? Wouldn't that mean I triumphed over him? Would that make me more popular and more handsome if I win over someone who won him over? Right?"

           "Is that how it works?"

           "But dude, I feel like she wouldn't even look at any of us though. She's always staring at a book or something."

           "Oh I'll make her see something she won't keep her eyes off of."

           "Oh please, like she can find that small dick of yours."

           Laughter roared once again. Yoongi gritted his teeth and rattled the doorknob, giving them time to get themselves together before he entered the room.

           "Hey yo! Yoongi, our captain! You lookin' good today! Must be because you got yourself a girlfriend to walk out of the school before practice." They jumped on him, and began ruffling his hair lovingly. As usual, he put on his best face and let them do what they wanted for the time being.

             He had later said those lies about you and your relationship, thinking it was the only way to protect you from his "friends" making a game out of you to one-up him. He didn't want you to go through that, didn't want to even think about what they were willing to do behind his back. If he portrayed you as clingy and needy, you wouldn't seem so much as a prize, but rather someone to pity. They would leave you alone.

           But never in a million years did he think you would overhear him, and he didn't think you would react the way you did. He was furious. You had believed his words so easily and dumped him right there and then, and he was apalled that your relationship had only meant that much to you, to be so easily broken by lies.

           He didn't want to come clean first. He wanted you to believe in him, because you, out of everyone, truly knew him. But it hurt when you didn't. When you didn't reach out, when you never realized. He wondered if that was how lowly you thought of him, that he was that kind of guy all this time. He had hoped that you would at least demand an explanation, which he was ready to give. But it never happened. And you drifted. Days became weeks, then months. He saw you less and less then suddenly, he never saw you at all.

           But this time, he knew that he wouldn't let you go for something menial, not without a fight. He squeezed your hand tightly, causing you to gaze at him questioningly.

           Jin's question was significant to the two of them. It was his redemption, and Jin's peace. So with a smile on his face, he replied wholeheartedly.

           "Abso-fuckin'-lutely serious."

           Jin beamed.

           You laughed as the student body chanted for you two to kiss, but Yoongi shook his head and flailed his arms, embarrassed. Instead, Tae, Jimin, and Hoseok captured him and playfully attempted to kiss his cheek while he thrashed around violently to prevent them.

           And it truly hit you in that moment that you were all finally going to go home.

           The mission was complete.

           But you still had one thing left to solve.

           You found yourself back, perusing the library until you found the book that matched with the rest of the numbers that the VP had left behind. Curiously, you pulled it out of the shelf and gasped as you found a button hidden on the other side. You reached out to press it, and flinched as a secret passageway opened up. You gasped, realizing it was how the culprits were able to get in and out the building so easily. And you recalled the way the unidentified figure - Twin- had disappeared without anyone leaving the library during the lock-in.

           You made a mental note to tell Namjoon, and you intently began examining the book you held in your hands. The Little Mermaid. There were two numbers left in the VP's hint so you flipped to that very page, to find an envelope taped to it. With shaky hands, you opened it, and as you read the contents, you couldn't help but sob.

           "Y/N?" Prez found you sitting in your usual place in the library with a sad smile on your face.

           "Hi." You gestured for him to sit in front of you.

           "Hi..." He obliged warily.

           "I found something that belongs to you." You handed him the letter. "But, can I ask you something first?"

           "Of course." he chuckled.

           "If you had the choice, would you still want to be a Special Agent?" You asked.

           He smiled fondly and nodded. "Yes. I really do. But I'm sure I'll find another career that will give me a similar sense of fulfillment. Everything happens for a reason after all."

           You nodded and stood up. "VP left that letter for you. I found the book matching the numbers of the hint she left you. She had attached it to a specific page."

           Prez's eyes widened in surprised, "She did?"

           Your lips curled up sadly, "Yes...sorry I read through it first. I wanted to just in case it was switched by the Counselor for a boobytrap or something...but anyways, thank you for everything, Prez."

           "Just call me Bogum." he insisted.

           You chuckled, "Thank you for everything... Bogum."

           "Thank you...for this...” he waved the letter. "And for making sure her efforts didn't go to waste."

           With another nod, you left him alone, knowing that he needed it.

           His heart raced and his hands trembled as he took out the letter from the envelope. His heart panged at the familiar neat handwriting that painted the paper as he began reading.

 "Dearest Bogum,

           If you're reading this...then I guess my plan didn't succeed to meet the culprits head on. But I hope that if you have the leisure of reading this, it means that the case has been solved, and that you are safe. If that's what happened, which I'm praying is the outcome, then you must have a lot of questions for me. Why did I do that? Why didn't I tell you? How could you have prevented it? Well, I can tell you for the latter, that nothing could have prevented the situation I'm in. You had always warned me to keep you and the team updated, but I always went off researching, searching on my own. You had always warned me to not go too deep on my own, and what you had forewarned came to pass.

           I accidentally caught sight of the Counselor and his twin using this secret passageway hidden in the library, to which this book is in front of. But alternatively, they caught me as well. They tried to recruit me, saying that I had not committed any sin to warrant death yet. They asked why I had been snooping, and who else I told my conjectures to. Obviously, I lied and said I was just looking for a book, and after buying myself enough time, I refused to join in their sick game. If I had stayed alive...if they knew how close we were, if they dug up my background, if somehow some way they found out about you and my mother, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. We would've all been in danger because of me.

           As for my mother... I wanted to thank her for giving birth to me in the end; that even though she attempted to kill me, she didn't. By giving me up, she gave me the best chance at staying alive; she gave me the opportunity to live wealthily and be raised by a family filled with love and devotion. Her choice led me to you, to the agency. I only wish that I could tell her myself to not let the guilt eat away at her. That she shouldn't freeze her life, because I have lived mine to the fullest unlike what she fears happened. But maybe the knowledge of my existence, and if you're reading this now, my eventually demise, would tear her up even more. So I'd like to remain a shadow in her past. So in my place, tell her to live and to love with all her heart as I've seen her do with us two and with the other students. She is a beautiful soul, and I'm so proud to have her blood running through my veins. The time I spent with her these few years...I have cherished them. I'm so glad the universe led me to her.

           I know they're going to try to kill me tonight, but I'm going to try my best to survive and end this mission, so we can go home and finally dance and sing to 'Bombastic' with the team in celebration. So, I hope you never have to read this letter.

           But if I failed and you are...know that I love you very much Bogum.

           Thank you for all the adventures. Thank you for giving me a place to belong, and someone I could call my own. Don't live with the weight of my death on your shoulders like my mother did. It was my choice alone. Just imagine instead that I'm beside you, protecting you, encouraging you, and wishing you all the happiness you have given me, because that's what partners do. Live vivaciously and passionately as you always have. Make people laugh as only you can. Make the world a better place with the genuine kindness only you possess.

Stay safe always.

 With love and until we meet again,

Irene"

             Prez wailed uncontrollably as he finished reading the last of her words.

           She had saved him.

           "Wow. It's good to be back in Headquarters." Jimin stretched.

           "I know. I can't wait to see how proud they are we completed the mission beyond what we were supposed to do." Tae spun around in the chair.

           You glanced over at Prez, who was sitting silently beside you, knowing it was almost time for his removal from the system.

           "So..." Namjoon came into the room.

           Anticipation filled the air as your entire team, Yoongi included, stared at him expectantly. The seven of you had stormed relentlessy into Headquarters the past few days to rally for the reinstatement of Bogum as a Special Agent. You all argued that without his help, you wouldn't have been able to complete the mission. Namjoon was later sent to the Director's office to discuss matters calmly while everyone waited in the conference room for the verdict, unbeknownst to Bogum of course.

           "The Director personally came down to see everyone." Namjoon scratched his head.

           Everyone scrambled up, shocked. The Director hardly ever came out of his office. Not many people have seen him or spoken to him in person, unless you were the Brain of your team. But even then, it seemed that he had other people liason for him and the Brains. He kept a very secretive, low-profile. So everyone stood up respectfully, and the room was filled with tension. Why had he decided to show himself to you? It was unheard of for a new SA team.

           Two figures walked into the room, which caused all your jaws to drop.

           "Mr. BANG???" You, Tae, and Jimin bellowed.

           You glanced at the person beside him. "Mine and Yoongi's Junior year homeroom teacher??!"

           "Wait -- who's Mr. Bang?" Yoongi blinked. "Isn't that the homeroom teacher's boyfriend? We've seen them together a few times."

           "He recruited us." You revealed.

           "She recruited me." Yoongi pointed at your old Junior year homeroom teacher. "And agreed to let Hoseok in too."

           She smiled fondly at you and Yoongi. "It's good to see you've found everything you were looking for, Yoongi. And I'm glad you've really become a beautiful, amazing woman, Y/N."

           You walked over and embraced her. She had been your savior in high school, so it was a breath of nostalgia and gratefulness being in her presence once again.

           "Come here too, Mr. Bang!" You widened your arms towards him, but Namjoon stepped forward, stopping you.

           "Um...Y/N..." he whispered. "He's the Director."

           "WHAT?!"

           "And she's his Secretary." Namjoon glanced at your old homeroom teacher.

           "Yes, yes. Please sit down." Mr. Bang chuckled nonchalantly. "I have to get back to my class in a bit."

           "So this is where you disappeared to all the time." Tae mumbled.

           "So first, I'd like to congratulate you on returning safely. Welcome home." Then his smile faded. "But I do have to say that all of you have broken many of the Agency rules by participating in a mission that was not assigned to you. Bogum, you were ordered to return, but you continued to remain undercover. Namjoon, your team, was only supposed to gather INTEL, not get involved and apprehend the culprits."

           Everyone awkwardly averted their eyes.

           "AND you all come in here with these transgressions and caused a ruckus about how it's unfair and how Bogum should still be a Special Agent, and whatnot."

           Bogum glanced at your team in surprise as everyone smiled sheepishly.

           "But..." Mr. Bang smiled. "It's that kind of cleverness, proactiveness, strength of will, justice, and camraderie that made me come here today."

           Everyone visibly relaxed.

           "I had to make a few decisions." he folded his hands. "Bogum, these seven kids fought hard and demanded you remain a Special Agent. Is that something you would like?"

           Bogum sat up confidently, and nodded. "More than anything."

           "I figured." Mr. Bang chuckled. "So this once, I'm going to make an exception. You will remain a lone Special Agent, and take unique cases from me directly. Someone with your skill set will be upsetting to lose this early."

           Bogum beamed and bowed deeply. "I won't let you down! Thank you!"

           "And one other person requires an exception..." Mr. Bang nodded to your Junior Year Homeroom Teacher, who opened the door of the conference room.

           "You can come in." she called.

           "Whoa...what is this place?" Jin waltzed in, wide-eyed and in awe. "Oh hi! You're all here too!"

           You blinked as he sat down next to Bogum. "What's going on?"

           "Mr. Kim Seokjin was directly involved in this mission and the nature of your identities has been revealed to him, so at first we were going to erase his memories."

           There was a collective gasp, the loudest coming from Jin, who was horrified.

           "That's actually a thing??" he bellowed.

           "Buuttt..." Mr. Bang continued. "...it seems that there's no need because he's been related to this Agency since the beginning."

           Everyone looked around confused, including Jin.

           "You don't know?" You questioned.

           Jin scoffed, "I think I'd know if I was involved in a Secret Agent Secret Agency."

           "Send him in." Mr. Bang gestured.

           A few seconds later, an older handsome man waltzed into the room. Jin immediately sprung up from his seat.

           "DAD??"

           His dad laughed heartily. "I didn't believe it when you told me, Bang, but my son really got suckered into this one, huh?"

           You giggled lightly. It was like listening to an older Jin making jokes.

           "What're you doing here?" Jin scolded.

           "Well son, the family 'business' that you didn't want anything to do with was partnering with this Agency." Jin's father grinned.

           "But I thought you were just buying and selling random metals and stuff!" Jin argued.

           "Well yes, to buy parts for weapons." Jin's dad shook his head.

           "Oh my gosh..." Jin exhaled and sat down.

           "So in lieu of his family being one of our long-time generous partners, we have given Jin special permission into the agency as well. We won't have to erase his memories." Mr. Bang concluded.

           "Oh thank goodness." Jin breathed. "Sounds good to me."

           You laughed. Jin always took things so passively, even when he was whisked away into a high-tech agency by random people, was told he might have to get his memories erased, and was told that his dad's company actually gives secret agents the parts to create unique weapons.

           "The offer's still open son." Jin's dad shrugged. "You're welcome to join in on the fun when you're done with being a teacher."

           Jin smiled, and glanced at you. "We'll see where the wind blows me."

           You grinned.

           "Anyway," Mr. Bang clapped. "I would like to say that I have some vacation time for you guys, but unfortunately, there's another urgent matter I need you all to attend to."

           Everyone groaned.

           "As long as I stay a male this time, I'm in." Yoongi drawled.

           Mr. Bang smirked and leaned forward against the table.

           "So team...are ready for your next mission?"

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BONUS: THE LETTER 

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The Day the World Went Away

A/N: This is a continuation of yesterday’s fic Breathe that I wrote, but slightly AU in terms of the manner of Aurora’s death as well as the age she died. In The Day the World Went Away, Aurora died aged 5, from experimental torture after being kidnapped by Doctor Campbell’s contractor industry in order to research a new form of virus that affects the X-gene. A bullet was put through her head as her parents came to rescue her, so Lorna watched her struggle for her last few moments with a unknown virus before one of the contractors put a bullet through her brain to end her “misery”. And so this is the aftermath from Marcos’ POV and eyes. The reason as to why I didn’t write a separate Breathe version 2 was because I felt that Breathe part 1 was sordid and heartbreaking enough (I might change my mind though), and that my readers didn’t need to go through another angst filled and tear jerking story of a child’s death yet again. 

Warning!!: This fic contains mentions of insanity and bad language. It is a raw rough angry version of losing someone dear. Destructive grieving behaviour, both emotional and physical etc. are mentioned! If you’re uncomfortable with such sensitive issues such as child death and allusions to insanity, please refrain from reading. 

Please note that the author does not encourage such insane actions. Even if it is a form of tackling grief.

Prompt: 13. Don’t ask me that.” 14.   “You could’ve died! Do you realize that?” 16.   “I can’t…I can’t lose you.

Credits to @themutantunderground​ for the dialogue prompts that I lumped together to make and write this angst ridden fic. Lorna was not doing well. Anyone who wasn’t blind could see that fact for themselves in her achingly thin body, the almost non-existent look on her face, the tilt of her body as she hums to herself by the sill and her obliviousness to everything around her. She was grieving, but in a destructive way. They had left her alone in the few days after Aurora had died in her arms, the last breath stuttering from her small lips, Lorna’s devastation almost physically tearing everything apart. They all bore marks of the disaster, healing bones and broken bodies, the creak and groan of the entire headquarters on it’s shaky foundations, and the almost omniscient smell of metallic blood everywhere mingled with the scent of salty tears. So they had left her alone at her behest, choosing to let her grieve in silence for her only child that she’d gained and lost. It turned out to be probably the worst choice that they could have ever made after all. 

Marcos was the first to notice the changes in her. How could he not though, being the one closest and sharing the equally devastating grief that nearly tore all of them apart? It crushed him as she begin to physically build walls between them, the non-existent line of boundary and grief piling and shoving it’s ass in the middle of their bed in the form of fluffy pillows. At first it extended just down the middle—he’d find himself hugging a pillow in the middle of the night instead of being curled around Lorna protectively, with her just centimeters from his touch, her green hair on the pillow and back to him. Then, the pillows started building up, forming in a shape of a box that enclosed around Lorna both physically and mentally. He’d find her lost in her own world hours at end, humming the lullaby that Aurora used to demand her to sing despite her awful singing capabilities in repeat right in the middle of that small enclosed and tight pillow fort, a blank smile on her face and no tears on her cheeks as she touched the ragged dolls they had gotten for their dead daughter’s upcoming birthday with a almost reverent and sacred touch. He’d snap her out of it immediately, the fear of losing her to the recesses of her dark mind overtaking him more by the minute—she was the only thing left of this world that gave meaning to his life and this world—and if Marcos was to lose her just like they lost their daughter, he believed he’d never be able to come back from his own version of insanity ever again. 

It became a routine for them, their relationship reduced to one of a mere catatonic push and pull, and while she anchors him to his reality, Marcos knows that he is not the anchor to Lorna’s own world. The moment their child had entered their world, Aurora had been what anchored Lorna and everything that encompassed her love for the world. She was Lorna’s existence, redemption and hope, everything that Lorna felt she could entrust her visions of life and future—until it was taken just as swiftly by the cruel world that society made, that deemed them misfits and outcasts in places they should have felt they belonged, crushing that small amount of hope Lorna had clung to and protected, sheltered and loved. 

“You have to stop doing this.” He’s broken at seeing her like this, lost, untethered and on the brink of insanity, letting her grief consume her in it’s entirety. “Lorna.” She barely manages to jerk out of her blank reverie at his distressed cry, the call of his voice, the tug of her heart that still recalled to the love she held for him making her lift her head to meet his eyes. “I can’t… can’t do anything like this. You have to tell me what you want me, no, need me to do to help alleviate this burden. It’s crushing and suffocating us, can’t you see?” For a moment he has the wild thought he managed to get through her, the life returning for a split moment in her hazel green eyes, before it extinguishes and she entirely avoids his question, turning to her side like a petulant child. “Don’t ask me that.” Marcos nearly cries with frustration, the toll of seeing the love of his life voluntarily destroy herself instead of helping herself—rejecting his offers to help crushing him beyond repair. “Then what would you have me do!” The cry tears itself like a feral beast from his mouth, manifesting itself in pent up rage and anger. Marcos channels his guilt and his anguish into his actions, physically tearing away the pillow boundary she created, not even flinching back as Lorna cries out, lashing out not with her powers, but her hands and feet, flailing weakly at his chest as he grabs her and pulls her roughly from her spot in the bed. “Aurora’s gone, Lorna!” He roars. “Gone! And there’s nothing we can do but grieve about it! But in grieving we do not desecrate her memory by turning into a useless insane person that crushes every hope of surviving even though they are alive and they can do something while they’re alive!” Tears and pain fall like blows from his mouth and strikes Lorna in the chest as she stares up at Marcos with blank and lost eyes. “I…” Marcos rips the dolls from her hands and flings them out of the window, and stuffing flying in all directions as he unleashed his own form of destruction in their once neat and orderly room. “If remembering Aurora is what’s holding you back from moving on, I will destroy it! Even if it hurts me that I’m removing every last thing I have of my daughter!” Marcos screams in Lorna’s face, his pent up frustration and desperation blowing up in her face. He gathers all the boxes and toys that belonged to their deceased child that littered the room, that he’d left in hopes of making Lorna feel better by showing her items from their daughter’s life in the world to help her recuperate—and stuffed them into a box messily, hot tears splashing down his cheeks. He wishes that she’d do something about it, because the old Lorna would never stand for him defying her memory of Aurora like this—but she simply sits there like she’s seeing him for the first in the long time, her eyes wide, both hands holding onto the ripped stuffed bunny that tore into two as he tried to rip it from her hands—and Marcos finally gives up. He sinks his face into his hands, ugly sobs wrenching itself from his chest and throat uncontrollably. He’d been so caught up in picking Lorna’s pieces up after the aftermath of Aurora’s death that he hadn’t even had time to fully register and grief the loss of his child. That came crashing in like a overwhelming tidal wave as soon as he gave up trying to pick Lorna up from the rut she’d stuck herself purposefully into. “I’ll just..go.” His voice cracks with defeat as he exits the room. “I’ll be back for dinner later, I have a rescue mission.” He notices her slight surprise, a small progress from her obliviousness the past few weeks. “Yes, Lorna, while you were moping and destroying yourself, the world kept on turning. On a axis without Aurora, but with other people in need. And you left them be.” With that, he turned and left the room, his chest burning with an unnamed emotion, and a strong reckless anger and anguish he needed to rid out of his system as quickly as possible. …. “Marcos!” He hears the frantic terrified calls of John as he barges in without warning as they embark on the mission, throwing all safety and caution to the wind as he charges through the car batteries like nothing and violently causes explosions everywhere with his burning hands and aching heart. It was a mission gone wrong, but one that adhered to the current emotional state he was in—reckless and utterly out of control.

“Shut the fuck up John and just get everyone out of there.” He’s never delivered his words that calmly before, and a sickening sense of coldness settles in his bones as he watches Clarisse drag an injured John away. John had been invincible, to the very last moment before the Sentinel Services had shot him with a special kind of bullet that seemingly repressed the mutant gene momentarily. Like hell Marcos was gonna lose another precious person in his life to the cruelty of the selfish world. What did they always say about that? No fucking way. A almost exhilarated frenzy darts across his face as John fights between bleeding out and Clarisse’s surprisingly strong grip. “Like hell I’m letting you be a martyr! We’re all going back! Everyone of us!” John knows that losing Marcos would be the last straw of sanity that would snap Lorna—and he wasn’t about to let his reckless grieving friend let that happen. Marocs nearly laughs in a scoffing way, a deprecating smile all over his face as he thinks back to the old broken toys in the box that held Aurora’s items and the blank stare that Lorna always met him with. “Nah. There’s nothing back there left for me.” He shoves Clarisse and John back through the portal and turns to face his mortal enemies with a almost fearless smile. “Give me your best shot, you sick bastards.” He almost feels as though Aurora’s there guiding him and protecting him like a guardian angel selflessly, her presence has never been stronger in that moment—he sees her protection in every bullet he dodges, that grazed his flesh and leaves blood but no pain, and he let’s lose a laugh that sends a almost depraved grin searing across his face. Wham! The sense of invincibility is over as soon as he cuts down the bastard that put a bullet through his five year old daughter’s head that night in front of a screaming Lorna, and then he stands, letting his gun and knives drop with a clatter to the ground as he makes no move to surrender, and all their lethal guns train upon him. He’d taken revenge for his child, and that was all that mattered—nothing more. Killing the bastard that tortured his daughter and then killed her liberated the sense of guilt and grief that pulled in his chest, and.. he’d had never felt so light. He scoffs as the sound of thousands of guns cocking fills his ears, and he feels the cold metal eyes of the gun train themselves on his head, torso and body. There was no way he was getting out of this alive. So this is how it ends. He thinks with a almost laughable tone in his mind. He’d taken revenge for his daughter, and the only regret he’d be leaving behind is the husk of a love he still ardently desires. But still. It’s one of the better days to die. He closes his eyes with a smile, and waits for the shots to come. …. John’s forcefully dug out the slug in his arm and torso, his fingers wrenching the bullet out brutally as he resists Caitlin’s insistence. “Marcos is out there and in danger I can’t—” “I’m sorry John. I can’t let you go. You’ll bleed out. You may be a mutant, but you sure hell ain’t invincible. At least, not until your wounds heal.” Caitlin is adamant in her diagnosis, and John sags, defeated on the gurney as she tends to his wounds, tears already welling up in his eyes. They’d lost Aurora within a few days before, and to lose Marcos next—he didn’t even dare to think what would happen to their Underground leadership with Lorna emotionally crippled and Marcos dead— “Mom?” It’s Lauren that interrupts all of them at the headquarters, still reeling from Marcos’ sacrifice and the new development in the mutant ability suppressing bullets shot. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but it’s Lorna. She was standing right there all the time. But now she’s gone.” All their eyes follow the young teen’s finger, and sure enough, the space where Lorna had snuck to sit and watch after they had left for their mission lay gapingly empty. A sense of despair crept over John’s entire being. They were so dead. …. Marcos waited and waited, and heard the shots, but the pain never came. “What the hell are you bastards waiting for? I killed your commander! Shoot the fuck out of me!” Frustration finally gets the better of him, and he shoots his eyes wide open, drinking in the scene of a collapsed army of thousand men, all riddled with their own lethal bullets and guns, blood smattering the floors, with a terrified but wide eyed Lorna barely a few metres away from him, her breath coming in frantic bursts and gasps, her hands lifted like a maniac over her head and away from both of them, guns whirring and spinning above each and every incapacitated personnel’s head, her eyes simply drinking in the fact that he is there. “Lorna.” Shock registers in his body, but doesn’t prepare him for the flying tackle she throws at him, in a whirlwind of sobs and terrified tears. “What the hell were you thinking?” He’s never felt so flummoxed in his life as she yanks his collar upwards, yelling at him like the old Lorna he knows, tears she’d bottled up for days finally flying down her face. “You could’ve died! Do you realize that?” “Yeah. I know that.” He manages to reply stupidly, still stunned by the fact that she’s here. “Are you crazy? What died and made you the hero martyr?” She literally sobs into his chest, clinging to his shirt and pressing him so tightly against herself he almost melts with her warmth. “No one. I was just…grieving.” He said quietly as she cries, and her body only shakes harder in response, her tears wetting the fabric of his shirt. “Marcos, I can’t..I can’t lose you. Not like that. Not after Aurora.” She’s almost pleading with him, and for a ridiculous moment, Marcos wanted to accuse her of being selfish. But love is a strange thing, because it twisted all his anger and selfish intentions for death to hope and understanding as soon as she wrapped her arms tightly around his, never letting go. “I know. You won’t.” He promises resolutely, his hands running soothingly over her back. Lorna sniffles, then bursts into fresh tears at his capacity of understanding. “I’m sorry!” She weeps into his arms, face wetting his chest, apologising for everything she’d put him through, and Marcos wraps his arms around her securely with a sigh. “I’m so so sorry!” “It’s okay.” Marcos exhales, letting stray tears fall from his eyes as he holds her, lifting his face to the sky. “I understand.”

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I know it was supposed to be a sweet one after yesterday’s angst :3 (I already have two sweet one written but not posted) But I couldn’t help myself to see if I could jerk more tears out of you xD @eclipsepolarisxauroraborealis

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The Arbitrary Line (3/6)

Everyone thinks it was only a matter of time. And yet it is not happening.

Written for: @crazydcchick

Written by: @dreams-of-kalopsia

Prompt: Romance, Fluff, Supernatural, Mystery.  Anything related to Mai and Naru in a relationship will make me happy.

Note: A dip in mood, but not a dive into angst. XD

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III: Opacity – Their attempts to break through are all futile.

Martin Davis always tries to be the kind of father who silently but steadfastly supports his sons. Now that only Noll is left, he wants to offer double the support and guidance his son might need. But try as he might to rationalize his son’s actions towards a certain young lady, he cannot support, much less approve, of them.

It frustrates him to no end to watch his brilliant but surprisingly idiotic son alternate between hot and cold, treating the petite Mai almost like a lover and then withdrawing as if jerking away from something scalding. And it pains him to watch Mai’s face light up with hope only to crumple in hurt and disappointment. According to Luella, the young lady is in love with their son. From what he can make of their son’s antics, the young man is in love with her but does not seem to know what to do.

If two and two are put together, Noll and Mai love each other. And yet there seems to be a wall between them that convolutes everything that should have been so simple.

Martin therefore comes to a decision. He shall give his son the talk. Not that talk about birds and bees, for he knows that the twins have encountered them in their Physical, Social, and Health Education, but the talk about something more basic, more fundamental, more about actually getting the girl first.

He finds his son alone at their kitchen table. He has no experience in engaging in heart-to-heart conversations with his sons—those are Luella’s forte—but he surmises that now is as good a time as anytime soon. So he fixes himself a cuppa and sits beside his son with a greeting. He relishes the companionable silence before breaking it.

“Noll,” he calls. His son dutifully turns to him. “Do you love Mai?”

Martin glimpses the hardened look in Noll’s eyes before he instantly covers it with a blank stare. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oliver…” Martin presses; his son levels a glare at him.

“It’s not your business to ask, Father.”

“Perhaps not,” he concedes. “But I wouldn’t be a good father if I don’t stick my head into my son’s business every now and then.” He repeats his query. “Do you love Mai?”

Finally, Noll sighs and averts his gaze, as he always does when things do not go his way.

“—She loves someone else.”

“Does she?” Martin asks, surprised. Is it possible that Noll is not even aware of how much he and Mai act like a couple? “What kind of person he?”

His son merely stands to wash the empty teacups before turning to leave.

“Noll.”

“He has a better personality.” And with that, Noll leaves Martin staring confusedly after him.

Only later does Martin realize that his son did not answer his question. No. Rather than did not, he conjectures that perhaps Noll cannot bring himself to answer it. He shakes his head. Forget about walls. Those two have a maze between them.

Martin can only hope that someday, somehow, love leads them to meet halfway.

 —–

All these years, Mai and Naru have been stubbornly shoving themselves into the friend zone.

Until now, they still do not know it.

But Houshou Takigawa knows this: the two youngsters think that friendship is enough of a term to encompass their mutual affections. And what he does not know is this: why?

“Why isn’t it happening?”

“Why isn’t what happening?” Mai returns as she helps him pack his and Ayako’s luggage. They have visited Mai during the summer, and now it is time to go back home.

“You and Naru-chan. Together,” he replies truthfully and quite tiredly.

As he expected, his not-so-jou-chan-anymore blushes. “W-What? Why in the world would Naru and I ‘happen’?”

He tries not to grimace. He knows. He already knows, but it is still unbelievable. He accepts the challenge she unknowingly issues. “For starters, you two work together much better than Ayako and I do. And we’ve been married three years.”

“That’s because we’re not as stubborn and prideful as you and Ayako.”

“You? Not stubborn? Ha!” Houshou slings an arm over Mai’s shoulders and ruffles her hair, just like old times. He guffaws as she pretends to struggle for freedom. “Plus Naru, not prideful? Ha again!”

“Huh. You actually have a point on that last one.” They both grin.

“Next, you followed him to Cambridge.”

“I did not!” Mai shouts. When he starts to mouth “Ha!”, she backtracks. “F-Fine. But I only did because paranormal research is my passion.”

“Who introduced it to you?”

“…Naru.”

“You even met his parents. They love you enough to let you live in their house.”

“Because I am but a poor orphan.”

“With big dreams.”

“Very big dreams. I aim to publish hundreds of papers and beat Naru.”

“That’s our girl.”

“I love how you always include Ayako in your possessive pronouns.”

“I love Ayako, period.”

Mai giggles girlishly, and Houshou is reminded of her high school self, naïve and hopeful and not hurting herself by repressing her love. Why can’t she return to that? Why can’t she and Naru just choose to be happy? Houshou has to know.

“And you love Naru, period.” He throws tact to the wind. Mai hangs her head. “And he loves you back.”

A long, tense silence.

Houshou is aware that he is rocking the balance that Mai and Naru have achieved. But he must. Their feelings are too strong, too heavy, too much to be lain on opposite sides of a seesaw, and staying in a stalemate for so long can only produce two results: either one of them sinks and crashes to the ground or the fulcrum gives, breaking the seesaw at the middle and destroying both of them.

They are too precious for him to let any of that happen.

“…No, he doesn’t,” Mai finally replies, silently, as if her saying it would make it fact.

“What do you mean he doesn’t? He touches you, Mai. The psychometrist Dr. Oliver Davis, who loathes any kind of physical contact, touches you.” He urges her to take off her glasses of denial.

“It’s an experiment. He wants to measure the extent and intensity of permitted physical contact before his consciousness synchronizes with the person and a vision starts. It’s research, Bou-san.”

“And you seriously believe that?”

“Why shouldn’t I?” Her voice increases in pitch and volume.

“Why should you?” His voice increases in urgency.

“Why would I unnecessarily set myself up for disappointment?!”

“Why wouldn’t you just accept the fact that Naru loves you?!”

“BECAUSE HE BELIEVES I STILL LOVE GENE!!” Mai screams. She takes deep, rapid breaths to calm herself, and Houshou moves to wrap her in a tight, apologetic hug. It seems like he pushed too hard.

“Make it clear to him, Mai,” he gently suggests.

She hugs back tighter. “No. This is the best relationship we can have.”

“If you mean that, then why are you crying?”

Mai stops talking, and Houshou lets her weep in peace. He has done all that he could.

In the end, everything is up to Mai and Naru.

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