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To wake, perchance to dream WIP 1/?

Hangster - Jake wakes up 10 years in the future and thinks he has amnesia. Instead it's a glimpse of what his life could be. When he wakes up right before being called back to Top Gun for the special detachment he's going to try his damndest to make that future come true...

CHAPTER ONE

Jake wakes up too warm, pinned beneath the weight of someone’s arm and he opens an eye and squints out into the glaring morning light.

This is not his room.

He has blackout curtains in his room, not gauzy nets that blow around in the breeze from an open window.

This is not the couch in Javy’s apartment.

Nor is it the guest room at the Machado’s home.

He didn’t drink anything last night, but he’s feeling stiffer than he usually does.

Something is… not right.

“Hrmgh.”

He shifts so he can glance over his shoulder at the owner of the arm and sleepy-mumble and his mouth drops open in surprise.

Bradley Bradshaw.

Not only Bradley Bradshaw, but at least half-naked Bradley Bradshaw, spooning him and… wearing a wedding ring. And hopefully maybe pants.

Fuck.

He pushes the arm and attached hand away, wiggles away a little and then sees the ring on his own hand and just stares at it.

What the fuck is going on.

He’d remember getting married right?

Surely?

“Jake… turn off the sun.”

“You’re the one that didn’t shut the curtains,” he says, and he has no idea what made him say that, but Bradley just groans, pulls a pillow over his head and Jake decides that now is a good time to run for the bathroom.

… … …

He looks old. Not bad, but he’s definitely got more wrinkles than he did when he last remembers looking into the mirror and he’s either got some weird type of amnesia or he’s dreaming or he’s in an alternate timeline. Those are his top three theories and he knew being obsessed with science fiction as a teenager would come in use someday. He uses the bathroom and cups his hands to drink some water from the tap.

Right.

Information gathering.

Best place to start is going to be his phone, if he can find it. Surely he still has a phone in the future and hasn’t allowed anyone to insert a chip into his brain. He dries his hands and tiptoes back into the bedroom, takes in the naked torso of Bradley Bradshaw and okay, he did good if he somehow managed to lock that down, regardless of timeline or potential amnesia. He spies a phone on the side of bed he woke up on, lying on a flat platform type thing, along with a watch and something that looks like it attaches to his ear, which he leaves. He pulls the curtains closed and hopes that buys him a little more time before he grabs a pair of jeans tiptoes back out, carefully closing the door behind him.

He pulls the jeans on and walks down the hall, phone gripped tightly in his hand and takes in the pictures on the walls. This version of himself and Bradshaw are definitely married, couple of photos that can be nothing but wedding photos. They have lots of people in their lives if the number of photos are anything to go by, although he doesn’t recognize half of them. It’s only just after six in the morning, the clock in the kitchen informs him and he spies a coffee machine and it’s already on, filling steadily and he wonders who turned it on or if these things are automatic now.

While he waits for it to finish he open his phone, going to contacts and scans through them.

Abbey. Admrl Simp. Alex. Alicia. Amber. Austin. BamBam. Best Person Ever. Blake. Bob. Brendan. Bryce. Dan. Dave. Dickhead. Directory. DJ. Fanboy. Fritz. Hadley. Halo. Harvard. Hin. Hondo. Jack. JB. Javy. Jared. Jason. Klaus. Kyle. Mark. Matty. Mike. Mom. Morgan. Neil (not Omaha). Nick. Nix. Olivia. Omaha. Payback. Penny. Per. Pete. Phil. Robert (not Bob). Rooster. Sally. Scott. Steffan. Tony. Voicemail. Wayne. Yale.

There are so many names he doesn’t recognize and he feels his breath coming a little short and forces himself to calm down. Panicking will not help. There are names he does recognize so he will start there. Actually, now that he looks he realizes he recognizes more, but they’re callsigns of other pilots, not friends he’d expect to have in his phone. Except if he has somehow time travelled then maybe they’re his friends now too?

Javy though, he knows Javy now, and he looks at the most recent messages from Javy and is glad he didn’t immediately call him, because admitting he didn’t know Javy had kids and that apparently they’re under his care… Fuck. Where are they? He swallows down the rising panic again, years of training kicking in and walks down the hall and carefully pushes open the almost closed door he’d walked past earlier and sure enough there are kids in there. Three of them, and he’s not sure what’s the most surprising, that Javy finally got hitched and settled enough to have three kids, or that he apparently trusts Jake to look after them. Jake and Bradshaw that is. Apparently.

This bedroom is bigger than the room he woke in, but it’s clearly been decorated for these kids in mind and he wonders how often they stay over, to have individual beds. He doesn’t know kids, he was the youngest of four and they were all pretty close in age. He’s been deployed while his brother’s and sisters had started having kids, sees them irregularly at best. But he can probably hazard a guess at ages. Their names are above their beds, two being cribs and he peers in, wonders just how little these children are. Alleisha, James, Brandy.

Alleisha is in a bed, and he’d put her around six or seven years old, can’t really project her length int height, and being tall doesn’t always equal age anyway. She’s definitely the oldest by far though, the little boy, James, maybe two or three, splayed out like a starfish, thumb lax in his mouth and he looks so much like Javy it makes him smile and something in his gut relaxes an infinitesimal amount. The fact that he looks older, that Javy has kids is making him think he’s got amnesia. That’s more likely than time travel, but he’s feeling a little bit sick regardless, everything unfamiliar.

He moves over to the final crib and there is a baby, a legit, tiny human, it can’t even be a year old, and it’s eyes are open, watching him quietly and he freezes, wonders what he’s meant to do with it. He’s seen other people do things with babies. Knows the theory. In theory. Okay. He can fly multi-million dollar planes, he can pick up a baby. He leans down, making a shushing noise and he gets a wide grin and a slap to the face for his troubles as he picks Brandy up and cradles her to him. She’s heavier than he thought she’d be.

Right. What do you do with babies. Diaper change right? Oh god. There’s a change table and he lies her down, looks at the snaps and zips covering the baby and wonders if he should just go and wake Bradshaw up and get him to deal with it. Except this is Javy’s kid. Plus he doesn’t need anyone’s help. He works at the zipper and snaps and finally finds a sodden diaper before he realizes he’s going to need a new one, fortunately located right beneath the change table, along with some wipes. Okay. This is going well.

He pays attention as he undoes the little tabs, knowing he’s going to have to do the whole thing in reverse, and he has a fucking engineering degree, he can figure out a fucking diaper. Fortunately only a wet diaper and he wipes, wipes again, wonders how many times he’s meant to wipe before deciding that someone else can take the next diaper change. There’s a little diaper pail which he’s grateful for, one hand not leaving her little body, terrified she might just roll off. When do babies start rolling around? Planes don’t move unless you tell them to, she’s moving all limbs independently and with no apparent control, sucking on a fist but thankfully quiet and happy. He doesn’t want to see not-quiet and not-happy if he can help it.

He takes her out of the weird sack thing, assumes it’s a blanket thing for sleeping and carries her back to the kitchen, desperate for coffee now, and he realizes he’s going to need to feed her. Okay. Javy wouldn’t have left a baby here without food and he opens the refrigerator and sure enough there’s a few bottles already lined up and he grabs one out, the high-pitched squeal that Brandy lets out a clear agreement that he at least is on the right path.

There’s an electronic bucket type thing beside the coffee machine which makes him think of a mini ice-bucket, it has the same brand logo as the bottle and he wonders if it’s really that simple. Puts the bottle in and presses the button on the front, and it’s definitely doing something, button turning from blue to red. Brandy is almost headbanging in excitement so he again feels like he’s once again picked the right step. While he waits for the button to hopefully change color again and provide a warm bottle he opens his phone again, wonders if he should message Javy and tell him they all made it through the night. Is that something he would do now?

He opens up the photo gallery instead and okay… if he has amnesia then he’ll just wait to get his memories back. Whenever he’s in a photo his smile is so wide it splits his face. His camera roll is filled with photos of Bradshaw and these kids, and a dog, and some people he doesn’t recognize, but then there is Javy and a woman… he zooms in and heads back into the hall to look at the photos on the wall more closely. Phoenix. Natasha Trace. She’s in a lot of the photos as well and he opens up his contacts again, scans through the names. There’s no Phoenix, Trace or Natasha… but there is a Nix and he opens them as he walks back to the kitchen, hoping the bottle is hopefully done because Brandy is getting less patient.

Fortunately it’s clearly designed to be operated by either an idiot or sleep deprived parents and the light is now green and flashing and he swirls it and tries to squirt some in his mouth just to check the temperature, Brandy seems horrified at his actions and makes a high pitched squeal of displeasure, struggling to get to the bottle but he doesn’t want her to get a burnt mouth or anything.

“It’s okay baby girl, I’m not stealing it from you…”

She makes the same displeased squealing noise, hands reaching for the bottle and Jake wonders if he’s meant to hold her, or get a cloth to cover her or something. Ah well. Problem for future Jake. He hands her the bottle and moves into the living room, settles into the corner of an incredibly comfy sofa and she squirms a little until she’s nestled into the crook of his arm, eyes wide and watching him, both hands clasped on the bottle and he doesn’t resist the urge to place a soft kiss on her forehead.

He opens his phone again and navigates back to the messages, looking for Nix and then opening the message history. The messages between them alternate between scathing teasing and then more serious things about the kids, he’s sent her lots of photos and he clearly has a lot to do with these kids. To have the bedroom set up like it is, it looks like a permanent thing, except his messages with both Javy and Phoenix are as recent as yesterday, so nothing has happened to them to explain why their kids are here, with him and Bradshaw.

Fucking hell.

Bradley Bradshaw.

Phoenix he can kind of get his head around in a way, especially if she’s married to Javy. Bradshaw on the other hand, he doesn’t know if they’ve managed to exchange any casual civil words with each other. When flying they simply seem to rub each other the wrong way and when not flying they really rub each other up the wrong way. And yet here he is, apparently married to him and looking after his best friend’s kids. What has become of his life? In another world he’d definitely have made more than one pass at Bradshaw, but he’d never got even the slightest inkling that it would be welcomed, let alone reciprocated.

And yet here he is.

He glances down and startles, Brandy has finished the bottle, is sucking in air and he knows enough that that can’t be good so he takes the bottle from her, which she gratefully allows him to do. Then a dog appears, looks at him and gives a soft whuff before settling on the floor just near him and Jake wonders if the dog is his. He doesn’t want to move, Brandy apparently content to simply lie with him, the dog as well and he’s wondering if he needs to let it out when he hears footsteps approaching and he twists his head.

“You look good like that…” Bradshaw says, and he’s almost upside down, smiling at him softly, like he expects Jake to say something back and he has no idea what it might be.

“Morning…”

“Morning…” Bradshaw replies, giving him a weird little smile like Jake didn’t say quite what he expected. “Thanks for letting me sleep in…”

“You’re, uh, welcome…” Jake says, shifting and standing up because he feels too vulnerable lying on his back on the sofa with Bradshaw sort-of looming over him. Of course, now he’s got an even better view of Bradshaw and he can’t help but look his fill, Bradshaw in nothing but low-hanging sleep pants and looking sleep-tousled. He also looks older, maybe in his mid-forties, but he’s still firm and smooth and Jake wants to lick a stripe over his stomach. Nothing wrong with his sex drive at least.

“And this is why we don’t have kids ourselves. Get your mind out of the gutter Mr Bradshaw, we’ve got kids today and cannot go back to bed…” Bradshaw says, moving close to him and taking Brandy from him and he lets her go, misses the warmth of her tiny body.

“Pity…” he says, and finds he means it, because even if he’s freaking out about this weird waking-dream he’s in, Bradshaw is still a certified snack and Jake wants him. And apparently he took his name when they got married. He’s not surprised he was willing to give up Seresin considering how little he cares for it even now.

“I’m sure you’ll make it up to me tonight. And tomorrow morning if you’re feeling athletic enough.”

“When am I not feeling athletic enough?” Jake asks, because he can’t imagine his personality is that different even if he can’t remember time lapsed.

“Mmm, there’s that fighting spirit. Like it when you feel like you have to prove a point.”

Then Bradshaw is kissing him, his fingers sneaking under his shirt to stroke Jake’s bare skin and he feels his entire body erupt in goosebumps, suddenly hyperaware, every little hair on his body standing on end and seemingly aching for attention. He’s not used to this, not used to someone who just touches him and moves him like they know exactly what to do and god it feels both terrifying and exhilarating.

“Come on, we better get breakfast going for trouble one and trouble two…”

“Yeah, course,” Jake agrees, because he’s the one out of time and place and he’s going to need to figure out a way to break that news to Bradshaw and a little more time sounds good. Regarding breakfast though, fortunately Bradshaw seems to be the one that makes it, but he watches carefully which cupboards and drawers have what items, his mind racing trying to figure out whether he’s suddenly going to remember everything in a rush, or have it trickle through.

“Morning uncle Jay…”

“Morning,” Jake replies, knows the greeting is for him because he’s also getting a hug to his side and he likes being called Uncle Jay, wants to hear it all the time. God, no wonder these kids have a bedroom here if he’s already this much in love with them all. Best case of amnesia ever. He needs to figure out how to let Bradshaw know about that too, not to freak him out, but just to let him know, because he should probably get checked out even if he does feel fine physically. The fact he’s missing a chunk of time isn’t normal. Of course, there is the chance that he’s still dreaming, but his dreams have never seemed real like this.

Or as domestic.

Or as detailed.

The dog makes another quiet whuff and he can hear the front door opening, but it’s clearly someone with a key and he has to stop himself from freaking out that he’s going to have another person he doesn’t know enter his new reality.

“You two wearing pants?” a woman’s voice calls out and Jake catches Bradshaw’s eye roll.

“Jesus Amelia, of course we’re wearing pants, the kids are here!”

“Well, I have to ask.”

“It was one time, and you didn’t knock…”

“And I’m still getting therapy for it,” a woman apparently called Amelia says, pulling a face and Jake doesn’t know whether to smile or say something or… okay, he’s being hugged in greeting and he hugs back, swallows back the automatic nice to meet you because he clearly knows her already, even if he has no fucking clue who she is. She’s definitely younger than him and Bradshaw though.

“Aunty Amelia!” Alleisha says, and Jake feels a spark of jealousy at the joy and excitement in her voice, directed at someone else, and then reminds himself the love and affection are not a finite resource as he watches Amelia hug Alleisha, then James and then slaps Bradshaw on the ass, making him squawk. She just laughs and takes Brandy from Bradshaw, and the baby just goes happily. Jake is so confused.

The dog paws at him and whines, and he glances down and pats her; she’s definitely his, with the way she’s hovering near his side. Bradshaw is looking at him with a raised eyebrow though when he looks up from paying her attention, but goes back to setting out bowls and glasses of water, cuts up fruit and slides another cup of coffee across to him with a soft smile. Jake smiles back, wonders when he might get a moment alone with him. His phone vibrates in his pocket and he pulls it out.

Best Person Ever>> Stop staring at his ass. You’ve been home for two weeks. Honeymoon period should be over.

He glances up and Amelia is smirking at him, and he doesn’t know where she fits into all of this, who she is to them, other than someone he has in his phone as Best Person Ever and judging from her smirk he wouldn’t put it past her to have changed that herself. He shoves his phone back in his pocket. If he’s been home for two weeks then he’s probably been deployed, which means he’s still in the Navy. That settles some of the uneasiness in his gut, not everything in his world is that different then. And this is what he comes home to. That’s pretty fucking cool.

They eat, Brandy being placed in a highchair that materializes from the laundry and she’s given some slices of banana to mash up, which is gross and horrifying to watch. The expression on his face must be amusing, because both Alleisha and James are giggling at him, and even Bradshaw is hiding a grin, but he gets up and brushes a soft kiss on his forehead, murmurs something about every time and he wants to know what the hell he means. Amelia is also eating breakfast, making herself at home and wiping at James’ face and even though he has no idea who she is it doesn’t feel wrong that she’s here and part of their domesticity.

“Right, I’m taking Lady Alleisha and Knight James to their swimming lessons. I’ll be back after we’ve visited the library… We might also swing by a playground on our way back.”

Bradshaw is nodding like this is the standard routine and Jake just smiles, because the kids are happy and excited and now he has his opportunity to talk to Bradshaw. Tell him that he’s not… well. Can’t remember anything.

Yeah.

This is going to be awkward as fuck.

#To Wake perchance to Dream #Hangster #Sereshaw #Top Gun maverick fanfiction

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justmochi · 1 month

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misunderstanding

pairing :: jenn x youngjae

word count :: 1.2k

synopsis :: jenn sees reports of youngjae being in a relationship

time :: june 26, 2022

warnings :: angst, fluff if you squint

a/n :: had this idea FOREVERRR but just now getting around to writing it

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She was confused. Shocked. Surprised to see that it wasn’t her name plastered on the news outlets. She may have even felt a little bit of relief if it had been her. Now, she is just numb. Hurt even. It is so laughable.

It didn’t even make sense to her. She’s never had to experience this in a relationship before, so how was she supposed to act? Nothing good would come out of this if her mind wandered, but she couldn’t help it. Couldn’t stop it. It had to be some misunderstanding. A lie. She wouldn’t accept anything less.

Jenn doesn’t even acknowledge her legs shaking intensely, nipping at her fingernails in a random meeting room in their company. The blinds are shut tightly and her chair squeaks with the movement of her legs. She’s rehearsing her words again and all of the anxiety that comes with it.

She had just gotten home from her morning run, finishing up her shower and getting dressed when her phone pinged multiple times. It was from the members' group chat with each other. She opened it, happy to see everyone being active. That was until she saw the article BamBam had sent and was pestering Youngjae about. She read it and her heart sank knowing that the members would find out about their relationship this way. They had only told a few select people. Then she could feel her brain begin to melt, thinking of all the ways the media would try to tear him apart. Degrade her. There was still enough time for her to truly comprehend the title before collapsing. It was not her name. It was not her name next to his. It was not her picture next to his. It wasn’t Jenn, but another woman.

She was never one to act irrationally, but her fingers were steps ahead of her before she could think clearly. She had sent Youngjae the article, asking him what the hell it was, what it was about. She asked him to meet up with her as soon as possible. He read her message, no reply. She assumed he was in agreement with her.

This is fake. He wouldn’t do that, it’s not in his nature. He said he loves me. Jenn wondered if she had been careless enough to let this get past her. Did it say they’ve been dating for a year? She hits herself in the head with her fist, cursing herself for even considering that Youngjae could ever cheat on her.

She hears the door knob turn, snapping her neck in its direction, standing to her feet and seeing Youngjae slip into the meeting room. He shuts the door behind him, locking it.

“Jenn…” He immediately notices the shock on her face and holds out his hands for her.

“I just need to know… just tell me it’s not true.” Her voice trembles with her hands clasped together.

“It’s not true. I don’t even know who got the idea or–“ He realizes the more he talks, it only makes her more fearful. “It’s just a groundless rumor.”

Youngjae grabs for her hands, holding them in his and noticing how shakey they are. “I promise, Jenn. It’s not real.”

She can’t meet his eyes, staring down at their hands. “I…I don’t care who you’ve dated in the past, just as long as it wasn’t when you were with me.”

He stiffens. “Do you think I’d intentionally hurt you like that?”

The coldness in his tone doesn’t go unnoticed. She holds her head high, finally meeting his gaze. “No! I don’t know–I just–I’ve been the center of articles like that before and they’re not always wrong. I don’t know what to think. That’s why I wanna hear it from you.”

Tears have pooled in her eyes now, close to tipping over. Jenn is scared that he thinks she might not trust him. She pulls away from him, stepping back and turning in the other direction. She’s picking at her lip with her fingers, hugging herself with her other arm. The tears make their way down her face, making sure he doesn’t see her cry more than he already has. Not over him.

Youngjae exhales loudly, running a hand through his hair and collecting his thoughts and keeping his frustrations under wraps. He makes his way behind her, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

Jenn’s bottom lip wobbles and she has to stop breathing to ensure he doesn’t see her falling apart.

“Jenn, it’s not true. I'm gonna make sure it’s clear that we’ve never been associated in that manner. We’ve never dated, we simply have just worked on music together. I promise you that.” He dips his head in between her shoulder, pressing his lips to the patch of skin exposed from her sweater.

He turns her body around to face him, trying to make eye contact with her. He tips her chin up with his fingers to see her pained expression, tears staining her flushed cheeks. It cuts him deep. She tries to look away, turning her head in every direction away from him until he finally cups her face in his hands. “Jenn.”

She grabs onto his wrists, eyes still closed because she can’t bear to see the disappointment on his face. His disappointment in her.

“Hey, look at me.” His thumb swipes tears away and he waits for her to open her eyes. Seconds pass until she opens them, the whites of her eyes red and her lips trembling. “The person I’m dating is you. The person I love is you. No one else.”

She squeezes his wrists, a sob finally escaping her. She leans forward, her forehead pressing into his chest. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be–“

“No, no, I’m so sorry! I’m just scared. It feels a thousand times worse to see another girl's name next to yours and not mine. It would’ve been okay if it was mine. I could have handled it. But someone else…”

“Do you trust me?” He lowers his head, his eyes trying to communicate with her if his words aren’t enough.

“Yes. I do,” She squeezes his wrists, nodding her head between his hands. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you.” He straightens his spine, leaning in to kiss her forehead and engulfing her in his arms. “People like us are just victims of false accusations like this. I’m sorry it had to be me.”

Jenn sobs once he says the last few words. Like it’s something he could have prevented. “It’s not your fault. Why did they have to pick on you?” Her words are muffled against his hoodie, hands squeezing the fabric.

He chuckles softly. “I guess I’m just an easy target. I’d rather it be me than you.”

She shakes her head, huffing at his humor. Not helping. She steps back, still holding onto his waist and collecting herself through sniffles. She lets go of him to wipe her eyes with her sleeves. “I’m sorry I reacted this way. I can’t stand there being a barrier between us, so please just talk to me when stuff like this happens.”

Youngjae pats her on the head a few times before brushing his fingers through her hair. He doesn’t know what else to say but that he’s sorry. So he pouts, nodding his head and whispering against her forehead. “I love you, Jenn. My only one.”

“I love you too.”

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yoon-kooks · 2 years

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better than sex | myg | 2

🍑Pairing: Yoongi x Producer!Reader

🍑Genre: fluff, smut, studio!au

🍑Summary: As Min Yoongi’s studio neighbor and self-proclaimed nemesis, you’ve always seen him as someone who knew how to maintain a clean, well-put-together image without any careless slip-ups. But after nearly walking in on him with a hand around his cock, you gain a new perspective that leads to steamy fantasies in your bedroom and much-needed inspiration in the studio for Bangtan’s next album. A week before track submissions are due, you give Yoongi a taste of the dirty demo, and now the selfish bastard wants to claim it for his own solo album. In exchange, he offers to help you produce another Bangtan track by the end of the week. Your only condition is for this track to be better than the sexual fantasies that inspired its predecessor.

🍑Word Count: 4.6k

🍑Parts: 1 ◆ 2

🍑Warnings: sex toy cameo, fingering, yoongi won't stop teasing y/n because he's an asshole, a much-needed release for y/n😌

🍊Tuesday🍊

For the 9th time today, you wiggle your mouse around to wake your computer up. The black screen gradually transitions to your decoy desktop background—a shirtless BamBam looking handsome as always under the guise of being your only idol crush. You might have everyone convinced aside from your nemesis, Min Yoongi, and his accomplice, Park Jimin.

And it’s because of said nemesis that you’ve been sitting in the studio for several hours with absolutely nothing to show for it. As much as you hate to admit it, it’s impossible to get any work done with Yoongi constantly invading your thoughts. He’s made a mess of everything.

Now you can’t stop replaying and reliving that fateful moment in your studio yesterday evening.

Yesterday, you kissed Yoongi, and it was over before you knew it. Like how a superhero saves the day and then dips before anyone has a chance to thank them. It leaves behind a mystery of some sort—did you actually witness a real superhero in action, or was it all just a dream?

But despite all the daydreaming you do, you know that kiss was indeed real. There’s no doubt in your mind. Because he kissed you back and you remember what he tastes like. It was like a tiny shot of espresso that fuels your addiction, the kind of taste that’ll keep you coming back for more.

That’s the problem, though. You want more, and you don’t expect Yoongi to just hand himself over to you. Not without a fight. Because that’s what it means to be enemies.

You check the time on your computer—8:26PM. Yoongi said he has a photoshoot until around 9:30, which means you still have enough time to string together a few possible melodies before he gets here. You’ll prove to him that one harmless kiss isn’t enough to render you useless in your own studio.

But then you remember the way he touched you. His hands were a lot more delicate than you’d imagined, and they felt so good against your bare skin, like they were right where they belonged. If he had just gone a little lower, you probably wouldn’t have felt the need to bring your mini vibrator with you to the studio today.

You hate the thought of stooping to Min Yoongi’s level, but no one will ever know as long as you’re discreet about it. At the very least, no one’s catching you with your pants down today because you had the foresight to wear a cute little dress. And besides, you have over an hour to yourself before Yoongi arrives.

After locking the door, you scurry over to the couch in the corner of the room. Where Yoongi has a cold hard piano bench in his studio, you have a nice soft loveseat for strumming away on your guitar. Today, though, it serves a new purpose.

You wiggle out of your skimpy baby pink thong and toss it aside. Once you’re all situated on the couch with your massager in hand, your hesitant thumb hovers over the power button. You’ve never done something so inappropriate in a workplace before, but the idea of it is thrilling. Maybe this isn’t stooping to Yoongi’s level after all. Maybe you’re just doing it better.

With the press of a button, the vibrator is turned on and so are you. One perk of being a producer is that you’re extra sensitive to sounds. Even a few muffled buzzes are enough to send chills down your spine. Your producer ears must also be the reason why you always feel so wet down there whenever Yoongi speaks in that low honeyed voice of his.

You slip two fingers between your folds and spread them open. It doesn’t come as a surprise anymore that you’re already wet before you get any action. Who needs a bottle of lube when Min Yoongi has taken residence inside your naughty little head?

Gliding the length of the toy up and down yourself, the vibrations pulse and send shockwaves throughout your body from the epicenter. The first contact against your clit sends your head back into the armrest with your back arched in the air.

In an attempt to maintain a low profile, you suppress a moan and let out a tiny whimper instead. Your walls aren’t as soundproof as Yoongi’s, and you certainly aren’t willing to test the threshold with your lewd sex sounds tonight.

It might be your imagination, but your panting feels shorter and breathier, as if to make up for the lack of moans from your throat. Your chest naturally moves up and down in rhythm as you begin thrusting the vibrator in and out of you. You must look absolutely wild—like a poor helpless kitten in heat with no one around to lend you a hand.

At some point, your body settles down from the initial thrill of doing something you’re not supposed to be doing in your studio. As the vibrator rests against your erect little bud, you feel like you’re floating on a cloud of indulgence where you forget about everything else and focus only on making yourself feel good. All of your thoughts melt away in the pleasure. It’s calming, hypnotic, and so liberating.

In your dreamlike state, you see Yoongi drifting on the cloud next to you. He watches with sleepy eyes as your vibrator continues to work its magic on you. You tell yourself to stop, but your body keeps going. In fact, your body is suddenly hot with lust now that you know his eyes are on you. Perhaps you secretly love the idea of him walking in and seeing you like this.

If you could, you’d stay on this pleasure high all night.

Knock. “Y/N, it’s me. Can I come in?” It’s Yoongi’s goddamn sexy voice on the other side of your locked door.

No fucking way.

Your body shoots up, and you glace at your phone. It’s barely 9:00. Yoongi shouldn’t be here yet. But he is. You take it back. There’s no way in hell you’re letting him catch you with a sex toy between your legs.

You shut the vibrator off and throw it into your bag along with your cute little underwear. Once your dress is all straightened up, you open the door as if you weren’t just lost in an orgasmic trance.

The first thing Yoongi does is look you up and down. Then he does it again as if he didn’t believe what he was seeing the first time. “I’ve never seen you wear a dress since you started working here.”

He’s not wrong. Your casual work attire consists of sweatpants, leggings, sweaters, and hoodies when it’s cold, and crop tops and high-waisted shorts when it’s hot. Sure, he’s identified the dress as an outlier, but that doesn’t mean he knows the decision was based on your current sexual urges.

So you decide to let him in and play it cool. “Is that your tsundere way of saying you think I look pretty in this dress?”

Yoongi doesn’t even flinch at your accusation. “It means I noticed something different about you today.” Then he smiles only because he loves to tease you about everything. “But yeah, sure, you look super pretty.”

You frown. That doesn’t count as a genuine compliment. You want him to mean it when he calls you pretty. “Anyway, why are you here so early?”

“You didn’t see my message?” The boy swipes your phone off your desk and hands it to you.

There is indeed an unread text.

Yoongi🍑👹 [8:48PM] “Finished the photoshoot early. Be there in 10.”

“You must’ve been too busy with the song to notice it,” he says, grabbing one of your guitars off the rack and taking a seat right where you’d been pleasuring yourself. “Come up with anything good?”

You shake your head. Quick, what can you say that won’t make you sound pathetic? “Actually, I was waiting for you so that we could make joint decisions on what we want this track to sound like.”

“Oh, how thoughtful of you.” He strums a G chord. “Are we still going for a sexy concept?”

That would be the easiest thing to work with right now, seeing how you were able to finish sex.wav in a week with the right inspiration.

You nod, already with a potential prompt in mind: Sleeping with your nemesis because they understand you better than anyone else.

“Are you still going to use me as inspiration?” he asks. You shoot him a dirty look. “I’m just kidding, Y/N.”

He’s not kidding. You can tell he’s enjoying the fact that he’s influenced your music in such a powerful way. And he’s only acting this arrogant because of Jimin’s dumb text about your “raging boner for him.” It’s not fair. What dirt do you have on him aside from knowing he’d jerked off in his studio? You don’t even know who he was getting off to, and he wasn’t ashamed of it either.

“Don’t act like you’ve never written a song about someone you loathe.” This makes him chuckle. Whenever he laughs around you, you feel like you’re doing something right. Making the grumpy boy laugh is a charming skill that you absolutely take pride in.

“That’s fair.” Yoongi frowns when he fails to strum a clean barre chord. He gets up and passes the guitar to you. “Where do you keep your capos?”

“Bottom drawer next to my bag,” you say, pointing in that direction. It’s adorable how the boy’s index finger can’t clamp down on the guitar strings. You wouldn’t expect that from someone with such long adept fingers.

As he digs around through the drawer, you fall back onto the couch and stare up at the ceiling with your guitar. Despite what had happened just the night before, it doesn’t feel all that different with him here right now. The two of you are bickering whilst collaborating in harmony just like any other day.

But that could be because neither of you has brought up the kiss yet. Maybe that’s part of the game—pretend like it never happened. That might be the only way to keep things as they are between you and him.

You wonder how long it’ll last.

“Why was it buried beneath all your other sh—” Yoongi cuts himself off with silence.

“Hm?” You glance over as he rises from his crouch with a red capo in hand.

He shakes his head and waves you off. You fold your legs in to make space for him on the couch. Now you’re curious as to what just went on inside his head. You sit up and study him carefully while he clamps the capo onto the fretboard. Aside from his semi-questionable finger positions for several chords, nothing seems to be wrong or out of place.

“Here, let me do it,” you say softly as you paw for the guitar. Without protest, the instrument is passed to you so you can take the lead.

“I was joking earlier, but what kind of inspiration are you actually looking for with this one?” His eyes follow your fingers as they shift from one chord to the next so seamlessly.

“Well, what’s better than sexual fantasies?” you ask as innocently as possible. That’s the only criteria for this song. “It needs to be better than that, remember?”

“A Grammy?” He shrugs. You knew it. Music will always be more important to him than his sex life. You suppose it’s been the same for you too. You’d do anything to get Bangtan a Grammy and help Yoongi achieve the biggest goal of any artist’s career.

“Okay, but I’m not writing a Grammy award-winning song about a Grammy, Silly,” you laugh.

“Ah, that’s right. You’d rather find inspiration with someone’s dick inside you,” he says as if it’s not the most vulgar way to put it.

“Just call it physical intimacy.” You shove the snickering boy who proceeds to slide off the couch for dramatic effect. With you, it almost feels like he doesn’t mind acting childish—like he can let his guard down and not be so uptight.

That’s the effect you have on him.

“I bet you’re a lot naughtier than you make yourself out to be,” Yoongi calls up from your cream carpet. He leans his back against the same end of the loveseat you’re sitting at. All you see is the top of his head. The urge to run your fingers through his soft hair is incredibly strong.

“What makes you say that?” You fiddle with the strings on your guitar to keep your fingers busy. You’re genuinely curious, though. Maybe he fantasizes about you too.

“Nothing.” He doesn’t even look at you, as if he’s humming this to himself. There’s definitely something. And it’s kind of pissing you off that he’s leaving you hanging again, just as he had last night after he’d kissed you. If you bring up the kiss, will that get him to talk?

No, you shouldn’t mention it. Do not mention it. If you mention it, you won’t be able to pretend like it never happened. You won’t be able to go back to how things have always been between you and him.

But perhaps you’re willing to risk it all for something more than that.

“Was it the way I kissed you last night?” you ask. It’s a lot easier to say the K word when you aren’t tempted by his soft lips, which you can now confirm are in fact the softest lips you’ve ever felt.

Yoongi finally turns around to you lying there on the couch. You feel his gaze on your breasts, only covered by the thin white fabric of your dress.

He shakes his head. “It’s the dress.”

You set the guitar aside and look down at how much cleavage and thigh is exposed. The dress is a bit short and flirty, but nothing scandalous. It’s not like you haven’t shown a lot of skin before. You’re both confused and disappointed by his response. “What about it?”

“Like I said, you never wear a dress.” His voice suddenly sounds lower and more serious. “It’s not like you.”

“Sorry I decided to be a little more feminine today, Yoongi,” you mumble, starting to get defensive. Wow, if you’d known he hated the dress that much, you would’ve worn it every day just to get a rise out of him.

“Hey, hey, I’m not complaining about that. It looks good on you.” He quickly locks eyes with you to make sure you know he’s not trying to be an ass right now. For the first time, you believe him. “I’m just saying I feel like there was intent behind it.”

Aha, he must be under the impression that you’ve gotten all dressed up just for him. If he thinks he has you wrapped around his finger after one stupid kiss, he’s sorely mistaken. “Well it wasn’t to impress you, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Y/N, c’mon, I’m not that vain.” He ruffles his hair the way you’d wanted to do yourself and leans over your body. The tips of his fingers graze your thigh ever so slightly. If you weren’t watching his every move, you wouldn’t have felt it at all. “You want to know what I was actually thinking?” he asks, focused on the imaginary lines he’s drawing along your skin.

Fuck. He’s using your own battle tactics against you. You nod anyway, scooting your ass closer to him.

“An innocent dress like this has nothing to unbutton or unzip.” His hand runs up your inner thigh but stops at the skirt of your dress. Without hesitation, you spread your legs just enough to let his wandering hand disappear beneath the white fabric.

Three fingers slip into your folds and glide against you. On pure instinct, your body jerks toward the boy for more contact. He’s barely touched you, but you’re already feeling weak. You should definitely start wearing dresses more often.

“By the way, I saw your tiny little thong in your bag when I was looking for the capo,” he says while sliding his fingers along your slick surface.

“Fuck you.” It takes everything in you to say those two words without moaning and letting him know how good he’s making you feel.

“I didn’t take you for the cute lingerie type, you know.” Great, he’s back to teasing you like the asshole he is.

Your cheeks are on fire from both embarrassment and pleasure, but mostly pleasure. The petty side of you wants to turn this back around on him. “What kind of lingerie were you imagining me in, then?”

“I don’t usually imagine you in lingerie,” he smirks. You know exactly what he’s implying. Never mind the lingerie—it’s your bare body he thinks about in that filthy head of his. Good. Now you’re certain you’re the one he’d been getting off to that day in his studio. You’ll have to call him out for it later. “So were you just playing with yourself all day until I got here? Poor thing.”

“No.” You hate that it comes out like a desperate whine.

“Hmm,” Yoongi presses a finger to his lip while his other hand dips into you. Surely he can feel just how wet and swollen you are for him. “Why don’t I believe you?”

It suddenly occurs to you that he must’ve seen the vibrator in your bag too. You suppose you should just own up to it before he gets the satisfaction of bringing it up first. “Regardless, if you’re allowed to have lube in your studio, I’m allowed to have a vibrator in mine.”

“Vibrator?” With lifted brows, he looks genuinely confused. “You mean the thing that looked like a lipstick container in your bag?”

When you’d bought the vibrator, you didn’t actually expect to fool anyone with that phony “discreet” design, but it seems even guys like Yoongi retain a tiny bit of naivety. It’s almost endearing.

“Yes, that thing,” you sigh. In hindsight, you should’ve kept your mouth shut after all.

“Isn’t that a bit small?” He pinches his fingers together for a visual effect. “Or is that how you like your men?”

He thinks he’s so fucking funny, and you hate yourself for almost laughing at the dumb joke.

“You’re really mean today.” You know what he’s doing. He wants you to wonder how long and large he is compared to anyone you’ve slept with in the past. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious. “There’s nothing wrong with my vibrator.”

“Then, which feels better?” He circles around your clit at a lazy pace, watching you squirm to his touch. Usually, you’d feel a little shy outside of a dark bedroom, but it doesn’t actually bother you that he can see every lewd expression you make under the bright studio lights. Because he’s picking up on those cues and quickly figuring out what your body likes best. You have to admit he pays attention to what matters. “Your vibrator or my fingers?”

Of course you prefer the boy’s fingers. They’re long, dexterous, and they know what they’re doing. Your vibrator has always felt nice, but his fingers are divine. The last thing you want to do is feed his ego, though. An arrogant guy like him is probably already aware of how good he is in bed.

Instead of answering his question, you roll your hips against him to quicken the pace. You can’t remember the last time you felt this sensitive to someone else’s touch. In fact, the way he’s touching you is an entirely new sensation that you want more of. It feels so good that you almost forget what he asked about. You just need him to keep touching you.

As soon as the first moan escapes your throat, Yoongi has the smuggest look on his face. And that’s never a good sign.

His fingers make an abrupt stop around your clit. Your deprived body waits in anticipation for the pleasure to continue. Every second feels like an hour until a whole century of pure torture has passed. You almost give in and beg him for more, but he retracts himself completely from your body and sits at the opposite end of the loveseat. His fingers are coated in your lust.

“I’ll wait until you answer my question,” he says calmly. Must be nice to have the upper hand as the person who isn’t aching for a release. Then again, you aren’t complaining that you’re the one on the receiving end tonight.

You’re mostly just frustrated you don’t have a good answer for his damn question. If you say you prefer your vibrator, he’ll simply toss it to you and let you finish on your own. But if you say you prefer his fingers, it’s like a superhero revealing their weakness to their nemesis. It’ll be a loss either way.

The problem is that you’re painfully horny, and you’d hate to walk out of your studio without getting some form of release. Right now, you hate the sound of that more than losing to your nemesis.

With a groan of frustration, you sit up, scoot into Yoongi’s lap, and drag his hand back down where it belongs.

“I prefer you,” you say softly.

He nods, pressing a smirk into your lips and backing you into the couch cushions. The kiss this time is tender but still passionate. It’s far more than the little tease he’d given you the first time. You even get to run your fingers through his hair. Nothing about this feels like a loss.

He pulls back to admire you beneath him and says, “Good answer.”

You moan into his mouth as he continues pleasuring you down there. He finds the perfect rhythm of flicking your little bud, sliding in and out of you, and repeating over and over again like an endless loop fueled by an intense lust for nothing but sex.

“This okay?” he asks, although you’re sure he knows the answer based on how responsive your body’s been to his every touch.

“Mm,” you nod, as lost in the pleasure as your fingers are tangled in his hair. Who knew something so hot and passionate was waiting for you next door this entire time? And with Min Yoongi of all people.

You aren’t sure how much time passes before you feel the orgasm sneaking up on you right on the edge. You try to resist it a little longer, but your body is already past the point of no return.

As you reach your high, you soak in every ounce of sensation his touch has left you with—everything you’ve been missing out on for the past two years. It’s like all those days bickering with Yoongi have led up to this moment. You just hope the walls in your studio are soundproof enough to conceal the name of the boy that slips from your throat. No one else in the building needs to know how weak you are to his touch. He’s your kryptonite.

Your body continues to twitch against his fingers until all of the aftershocks have faded. Then you lie there beneath him, panting a lot harder than you’d like to admit from something as simple as fingering. If you’re already this worked up from his fingers, you’d hate to see the state he’ll leave you in after you get a taste of his cock.

But before you can get your paws on the very visible bulge in his jeans, Yoongi climbs off of you. He offers to help you up with the hand that had just been between your legs. It’s still warm and coated in your milky glaze.

“Why do you need that little sex toy anyway?” he asks out of nowhere.

“Well, if I had known what was going to happen tonight, I wouldn’t have brought it with me.” You close your thighs and suddenly feel a bit self-conscious. “Besides, it’s not like I really have other options,” you say to the man who just spent the last half-hour giving you one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had.

It’s true, though. Aside from Yoongi, not a single guy has touched you since you started producing music professionally. You’d spent the last two years holed up in your studio creating music for seven talented men and fighting with Min Yoongi. There was never any room for another guy in your life. You don’t have a boyfriend or even just a fuck buddy to satisfy the cravings your vibrator conveniently takes care of.

“I guess I’m just surprised you’re single,” he clarifies. “I heard you get asked out all the time.”

“Where’d you hear that from?” It could be from anyone. You’ve lost track of all the people from different departments and companies who’ve asked you out. There was even a rumor going around that a member of Seventeen had developed a small crush on you after you’d spent some time in their studio producing a track for the group.

“Who do you think?” Yoongi chuckles. Oh, that’s right. He probably pays his trusty accomplice good money to gather info on what you’re up to.

“I really need to stop sharing all my business with the gossip king, Park Jimin,” you sigh. Behind that charming eye smile of his is nothing but trouble. As much as you love Jimin, he’ll always side with Yoongi over you.

“To be fair, it’s pretty obvious that you’re highly sought after.” That must be his way of calling you attractive. Maybe you’re his type. He nods over at your computer. “You know that guy on your screen?”

“You mean BamBam?” How dare he refer to BamBam as “that guy.”

“Yeah, the supposed love of your life or whatever,” he says. Someone sounds bitter. “You know Jungkook is part of that friend group, and he could easily get you That Guy’s number if you really wanted it.”

That’s true, but there’s always something holding you back. “I don’t have time for a guy right now.”

It’s only that way because you make it that way. You could’ve spent this whole week going on dates, pampering yourself, or doing whatever the fuck you wanted, and yet you didn’t have the heart to turn Yoongi away. It turns out you wanted more than just the daily dose of banter you’ve been living off of for too long.

“But you’re making time for me.”

Exactly. Perhaps he doesn’t realize it yet, but he’s the reason you don’t have time for any other guy. Even before he kissed you or touched you, your heart was already made up on him.

“You’re different, Yoongi.” Your tiny voice comes off as timid. It’s not every day that you choose softness over violence against your number one enemy. But he’ll always be the exception, like an accidental on a music staff that adds color and changes a song entirely.

The corners of his lips curve into a gentle smile. Something about the way he looks at you sparks a faint melody in your head. It’s familiar. Then it hits you.

“Do you remember that Grammy award-winning hook I wanted your help with a week ago?” You scramble for your guitar and rip the capo off the fretboard.

The boy watches with amusement as you start strumming and rambling to yourself. “How am I supposed to remember it? You forgot it before I had a chance to hear it, Silly.”

“Well I remember it now,” you hiss back. “And we're gonna get you that Grammy.”

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Here is the update. I just wanted to let you all know that after this chapter POV will change to F. Reader POV.

Find Rest for your Soul

Y/n is found unconscious by Hoseok and rescue owner, Sejin. Y/n is a mysterious Omega with no real memories and is trying to understand the warnings in her head. What or who is after her?

Alpha, Beta, Omega x F. READER

Pairing: OT7 x F. READER

Rating: M+

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Hoseok watched Namjoon who was still crouched before the patient, watching her carefully. The doctor was unmoving but obviously ready to leap into action if the female had tried to attack him. Hoseok didn’t think she would do anything, not with the way she was looking at Namjoon. He suspected that Namjoon was feeling the same. There was such an intensity in her stare it was almost as if she was trying to get the doctor to reach her thoughts. There was something in the words that she kept repeating - an explanation or a code that none of them couldn’t understand.

Hoseok knew the words meant something to her. It wasn’t nonsense, each word was a key factor in her message. While Dr. Wang seemed to be frustrated by the patient, Dr. Namjoon seemed more curious and determined to solve the riddle of her words.

“Three. Six. Hide. Escape. Right Three. Si-”

Jimin, who was still standing in the doorway, had shifted his weight from one foot to the other and instantly her eyes shot to him. The words died in her mouth. Having her eyes locked on him caused Jimin to freeze as well. The two stared at each other but after a moment passed, she turned her attention back to Namjoon and continued her chant.

“Three. Six. Hide. Escape. Right. It was to the right.” The sudden change in her chant caused them to all hold their breath, waiting for what she would say next. “It didn’t come from the left, it came from the right. I remember. They said I was wrong!” She left out a whimper with her words giving Namjoon a pleading look. “They want me to think I’m crazy but I’m not - not crazy. I counted the numbers, I hid, I went to escape but then it came from the right - I know it did.”

Namjoon nodded at her reassuringly. “Okay darlin’, it was from the right.” He said softly to her.

The female omega seemed pleased with his response. She nodded back and directed her gaze to the floor. It was clear these details were important to her. She was holding on to them tightly, as if her sanity depended on it.

Hoseok wondered if she even knew what she was talking about. The female didn’t seem to have the best grasp of reality at the current moment. Hoseok wasn’t sure how Namjoon was able to deal with things like this - he supposed there was a reason Joon was the doctor.

The doctor slowly inched closer to the female as she appeared to be calm now. He telegraphed his movements plainly. “Now that you are awake, I would like to examine your wounds, if you would allow me to take a look…”

As Joon moved closer, Jimin could hear her breathing becoming more rapid. She looked like a frightened, caged animal. Namjoon seemed to brace himself to react accordingly if she were to lunge at him. Jimin could see Hoseok also straighten up, ready to help Joon hold the female down if needed. The smaller alpha wondered what was going through Hoseok’s head. He wondered if the alpha was regretting his choice to bring the omega here.

“One eight seven. One eight seven. One eight seven.”

They all groaned at her new collection of numbers, wondering how long it would take this time before she snapped out of it.

Dr. Wang rolled his eyes. “I told you she was crazy.” He slid off the bed, and motioned for Jinyoung and Bambam to follow him. “I'll be in my quarters. Let me know if anyone sane needs treatment.”

Hoseok and Jimin frowned at the retreating doctor’s back. Namjoon stood from his position on the floor and walked away from the girl to join the two of them at the door.

“Hoseok, did you want to try to talk to her?” Namjoon asked. “I’m not sure where to go from here. Maybe talking with her will help, you were the one who found her. Then again, maybe it won’t. All I do know is that the way she is right now is not normal. There is something wrong in her head.”

Hoseok looked over at the omega and responded hesitantly. “I could give it a shot, but I doubt I’d have much better luck.”

***

“One eight seven.” She knew the numbers meant something bad. People were bad. She didn’t remember why she felt panic when someone approached her but she knew people were bad. The numbers were the key to that riddle too. “One eight seven.”

Voices interrupted her train of thought causing her lips to pause again as she looked up. There were three men talking by the door together. Their voices in a hushed tone where she could barely make out the words. One of the voices sounded familiar to her and she snapped her eyes shut to figure out why it did.

“Hey, can you hear me?” His voice echoed clearly in her head. She let out a loud gasp, her fingers threading through her hair. She was aware that the men stopped talking and could sense their eyes on her. She didn’t care about that right now, his words rang like bells over and over. It was real. She recalled hearing it through the darkness of her mind - the way his voice was laced with such concern it made her want to open those heavy eyelids she had.

This was something she needed to keep with her. She curled her body tighter so it wouldn’t escape. After a moment she could feel a sense of calm wash over her. She would remember this. After a few moments, she slowly untangled her body and looked up at the quiet males in the room. They had moved closer, hands raised slightly in the air as if to show they meant no harm to her. Her eyes raked over them and took in their appearances quickly. The first male was shorter than the other two, he looked cozy in his sweater and his eyes looked kind and curious. He gave her a warm feeling, something that she wished she could hold onto. The second male’s eyes were wide with worry but she noted the gentle expression. The constant rise and fall of his chest, relaxed muscles and the gentle puff of air that left him rhythmically make her feel comfortable. “One eight seven.” She whispered as she tore her eyes away from his and then to the doctor.

He was a little more serious in the eyes, but there was a gentle aura around him. He was the one that agreed that it came from the right. He was okay, he could be trusted. He wouldn’t hurt her. “One eight seven. All gone.” She whispered as she looked back to the second male, eyes widening with realization. “Three and six. I added them everyday. They were important to me but I don’t know where they are.” She panicked again, anxiety rose into her chest. “Why did you take them? Where are they? I need them.” She demanded as she looked around the room.

The three alphas looked at each other. Hoseok wore a puzzled expression as he stated tentatively, “I didn’t take them?”

Her eyes snapped back to his. ‘Why are they gone?!” She screamed at him. She was no longer calm, heat radiated off her in waves. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she lost control of her thoughts again. Her whole body was tense, hands called up in fists.

Hoseok stepped closer, arms still up, but she swiped defensively at him with her claws. He froze and stepped back while Namjoon reached back for a tranquilizer that was sitting nearby.

“You left them behind!” Jimin insisted suddenly as he stepped next to Hoseok. He watched her eyes snap to his, her attention focused completely on him. “It’s okay now,” he slowly shifted closer. “You’re not there anymore. Do you remember that?”

The words took all the air out of her sails. She felt suddenly, intensely sad. “Three and six. How will I keep track? One eight seven. What if there’s more?” She whimpered again as she felt her body slowly crack and shatter. Her eyes filled with tears. “Why would I leave them behind?” She begged the male for an answer.

“Because it wasn’t safe.” The more serious male stated.

She looked over to him. “Not safe.” She agreed quietly, nodding her head as she brushed her tears away.

He seemed pleased with her response. “Yes, not safe, Do you remember anything about it?”

“But I don’t want to go among mad people.” Alice remarked.“Oh you can’t help that,” said the Cat. “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.“You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.”

She paused as the words floated around her head like a merry-go-round. “The madness. It does terrible things.”

***

After some coaxing, the woman was back on the exam table with a far off look in her eyes. Namjoon was looking her over, double checking areas he had already treated to ensure she didn’t do any damage when she freaked out on Dr. Wang. “Darlin’,” He spoke gently, calling her attention back to him. “Do you remember your name?”

She nodded her head and parted her lips, the whisper of her name fell upon his ears.

He tried to smile at her encouragingly to keep her calm and was pleased that she gave a shy smile back. “My name is Kim Namjoon. The two behind me are Park Jimin and Jung Hoseok, he’s the one who found you.”

Her eyes looked behind him and to the man standing against the wall. She had a look on her face like he was a long lost friend. “Jung Hoseok.” She nodded her head twice before turning back to the doctor.

“Yes, you’re in the clinic at a rescue that is run by Sejin. I have been assigned to be in charge of your care.”

“There was another male here earlier.”

“Doctor Wang.” Namjoon replied. “You attacked him upon awakening.”

She looked at Namjoon and something about his expression caused hers to fall. “I didn’t mean to hurt him.” She hung her head.

“It’s okay, dear. Just don’t do it again.” He watched her nod her head in agreement. There was a comfortable silence that fell upon them.

Hoseok approached and her muscles tensed. It made him wonder how long it would take their proximity to be frightening. "Are you hungry?" His voice was soft, unlike the slightly panicked tone of unsureness that he used before.

She lifted her head and looked at him as if she didn't know the answer herself. For a moment she just stared as if waiting for her body to give her an answer.

Namjoon decided to wait no longer for a response; he knew she needed to eat. "Jimin, can you run to the kitchens and retrieve two slices of bread and a room temperature bottle of water with a glass?"

The smaller alpha moved quickly, leaving the room through the main double doors.

“That can’t be all she’s getting.” Hoseok demanded in his most obstinate voice. “Look at her, she needs more food.”

With a hard look, Namjoon shook his head. “She hasn’t eaten well in what could be months, or longer.Too much food too soon will only hurt her body more.” He explained. “We can increase food gradually as tolerated.”

Hoseok frowned knowing that Namjoon was right but it made him sad to see the omega in the condition she was in. “I think I’m gonna go home and inform the others on how it is going here.”

Namjoon nodded at him, understanding that this type of patient is not for everyone to see. “That seems like a good idea.”

Jimin walked back in with two slices of bread on a plate and a small glass of water. He approached the exam table slowly so as to not scare the female.

“Jimin, I’m gonna head home. Did you want to come with me?”

The smaller alpha shook his head. “No, I'll hang around here for a little while.” He turned his attention to Namjoon. “I’ll stay with her for a while and help her out. Why don’t you record your notes, I’m sure there is much you need to write up. I’ll report any changes immediately.”

Namjoon nodded his head before waving Hoseok off and heading into his office.

****

At some point Jinyoung, Dr. Wang’s nurse and beta had snuck back into the treatment area of the clinic. He had with him an ipad and was checking bottles on shelves and marking things on the screen.

The omega watched him closely, trying to see if he had alternate intentions toward her. After a moment of staring she turned her attention to see that two of the males she was previously speaking to had left the room and the remaining one was pulling a seat up near her.

Once seated Jimin turned his attention to her and smiled gently. “Hey, I’m Jimin, I know Namjoon already informed you but I wanted to tell you myself. I brought something small for you to eat. It’s nothing crazy - just some bread. Do… do you think you feel up to eating some now?” He watched her spy the plate before nodding her head slowly. He happily broke one piece of bread in half and gave it to her.

She took small bites, unsure if she even wanted the food. She noted the male looked pleased with her as she nibbled away. In the back of her head she kept the chanting ‘Three. Six. Escape. Right. One eight seven.’ She needed to keep track. There was a pause in her chewing as she looked over to the male sitting in front of her. She desperately tried to remember his name, she knew the good doctor told her but she forgot to file it away in her brain.

“You left them behind.”

It was the first thing he said to her, she could remember that - it made her feel calm inside. She tried to think again but it was a blur and already had a headache.

“Did you want some water?” The male asked, his voice was gentle and happy, giving off a welcoming vibe.

Not wanting to upset him, Soo Min took the glass from him. She eyed the clear liquid with a sense of dread she couldn’t help. Her fears didn’t make any sense to her. She tried to think back to any memories that would make her feel so hesitant, not nothing came to mind.

She must have been sitting there for a while because the male nurse who was checking things off on his tablet walked over. “Is everything alright?”

Soo Min didn’t answer. She looked at the nurse and then back to the glass, to the kind male offering it and back to the glass again. They wanted her to drink it and she felt pressured to do so. What if she refused – would they force her? She looked up at the kind male again and reached out with shaky hands, taking the small glass carefully and bringing it closer to her body. She looked back at him again, he gave an encouraging nod of his head and she took a sip. It was tiny but she was tasting for anything foreign, anything that shouldn’t be there like a weird aftertaste. That tiny sip felt so nice to her dry throat and she couldn’t help but take another sip and then another. After the third sip she downed the rest of the glass and was suddenly upset to see it empty.

“That’s all you can have for a little while. I’m sorry.” The nurse explained when the omega looked sadly at the empty glass.

The female took another nibble of the bread as she felt her stomach come back to life. It growled loudly. Her hunger got the best of her and she devoured the slice of bread quickly.

“Oh dear, you should slow down. If you eat too fast then you’ll get sick.” The nurse stated and Jimin nodded his head in agreement.

The omega felt like the words were a threat, like the nurse was going to rip the food away from her hands. Anxiety ridden she quickly snatched the second piece off the plate and crammed it in her mouth before that could happen.

Jinyoung’s eyes grew wide and he moved quickly to the female to stop her. Soo Min curled up on the exam table defensively. Jimin stood but held his hands up to show her there was no harm coming her way. The nurse frowned. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. We just don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

Things changed for Soo Min though, she could hear his voice but she could no longer see him. No longer was it the two males standing over her but instead they had warped into figures - cloaked in black with matching masks over their faces. She didn’t know these people, she didn’t know what they wanted from her. She wanted Jimin back, she felt safe near him. Maybe the nurse and him were hiding. She felt her stomach lurch with a sudden feeling of sickness. Her eyes widened in panic. She wished she hadn’t eaten anything. They, the cloaked beings must have poisoned the food she was given. Panic was pouring off of her in tidal waves.

She couldn’t stop the feeling as her stomach lurched two more times violently. Not knowing what else to do, she leaned over the side of the exam table and spilled the contents of her stomach all over the floor. She noticed the two cloaked figures rush toward her but she smacked their hands away. Soo Min let out a vicious sound as she tried to curl up tighter, trying her best to protect herself.

One figure spoke up as it approached her again. “I’m sorry - this is for your own good.” Then everything happened so quickly after that. The closer cloaked figure grabbed her and held her down, she bucked and twisted to get away, trying to throw her claws around and was ready to bite if need be but her head was pushed down to the table and a sharp pain stabbed into her neck. Her will to fight started getting cloudy and the cloaked beings started to step back from her as her vision got smaller and smaller. Then everything went black.

****

Taehyung sighed in frustration as Hoseok paced the forest floor. “Can we go home now?” He asked, slightly annoyed to be out but he wanted to also help his alpha. Instead they were out in the wilderness, going who knows where for who knows how long.

Hoseok stopped in his tracks and looked back at Tae, he felt bad - the omega had offered to keep him company as he couldn’t get any unsettled feeling off his chest. He could feel there was something else out there. “Sorry pup, something just isn’t right. If you want to go home, go on and I’ll be home soon.” He flashed a smile at him.

Taehyung wasn’t dumb though, he frowned and walked over to the alpha. “You and I both know that’s a lie. You’re gonna be out here for hours. I’m gonna stay with you the whole time but we have to head back soon. Jin’s cooking dinner tonight.”

Hoseok pulled the omega to his side, allowing the male to curl up to him. “Thank you Tae.” He pressed a kiss to his head and then another on his lips, a little longer than the first. The two parted and started walking further into the forest. He pointed out the spot in which they found the female omega, “I found her right there.” His voice was heavy with sadness and it made Tae frown.

From what Taehyung knew was that this female omega was in terrible shape, chanting things, malnourished, and slightly dangerous as she attacked Dr. Wang. He hoped Namjoon was okay, doctors sometimes had a dangerous job. He looked away from the spot and tried to keep up with Hoseok who started to walk a little faster and faster and even faster until he started running. “Hoseok, slow down.” Taehyung called out.

“Can you tell me more about the girl?” Taehyung asked in a curious tone after many moments of silence fell upon them.

An image of her flashed in the alpha’s mind and he resisted the urge to shutter. “It didn’t look well. There was a nasty gash on the back of her head. And there were other injuries that indicated that maybe she was attacked and fought back. I fear that the person who inflicted those injuries will be looking for her. If so, we need to figure out what we’re going to do if that happens. If it’s an alpha we may have no choice but to return her to her pack.”

“Would Namjoon really do that?”

“You know the decision won’t just fall on him. Not something this big. It’s something the alpha’s will all have to agree on. And ultimately it will be whatever is best for our pack.”

Tae nodded his head. “I hope it won’t come down to that.”

Hoseok frowned and shook. “Tae, I want you to stay here.”

“What? No, I’m coming with you.”

“I need you to stay here. Don’t make me command you. There is something ahead, I’ve been feeling it for a while. It’s not good. It feels very much like death. I need you to stay here and not move. Can you please do that pup?”

The omega looked down at the ground. He was annoyed and also sad. “What if it’s dangerous?”

“More of a reason for you to stay here. I’ll be back soon. It’s close, not too far ahead.”

“Promise me you’ll come right back.”

The alpha didn’t respond and instead started running. There was a sense of dread in the air, one that follows shortly after death and either lingers forever or vanishes when new life clears it away. Hoseok could feel his heart rate increase and his breathing got heavier and it wasn’t from running. Something was up ahead, something horrible, something he didn’t want to find but knew he needed to. So he ran until he did.

Within a few minutes of running, the alpha felt like what he was looking for was right up ahead; but then something strange happened. The birds started chirping again and all the feeling of dread washed out of his body, like someone dumped a bucket of cold water over him. He looked around frantically, trying to find that overwhelming feeling again but could not find a hint of it. He returned to his omega, confused and more worried than ever.

***

When the female opened her eyes, she had to blink a few times before she could see properly. She went to raise her hand to rub her eyes but immediately realized that she was being restrained. Panic filled her; rapid intakes of air filled and deflated her lungs.

“Easy there.” The semi-familiar voice filled her ears and she froze, taking a sharp gasp of air in and holding it. Dr. Kim’s face was suddenly at her bedside. “It was for everyone’s protection, including yours.” He stated as he gestured toward the restraints. “I’ll take them off of you, if you promise to not attack me at your first opportunity.”

She released the breath of air slowly as she studied his body language. He was serious with his words, but he was relaxed. “Okay darlin’ it was from the right.” His words replayed in her head, reminding her that he was okay to be trusted. She nodded her head in agreement and felt her whole body relax. She felt the pressure around her wrists release and out of reflex she rubbed each wrist even though the restraints didn’t hurt her. After a quick moment she sat up and whispered. “Thank you.”

"Don't make me regret it." He stated. "So tell me what happened, you were fine when I left. The nurses told me you started eating too fast and became highly defensive and got sick."

She looked around the room for the dark figures. Then she leaned closer to the doctor. "It was poisoned." She whispered to him.

"What was poisoned?" He asked her, thinking at first that she had remembered something.

"The bread."

He frowned at her. "The bread wasn't poisoned, darlin’." He stated.

She shook her head. "No, no, no. It was. It made me sick.” She leaned in closer to him and her voice dropped even lower to where he almost couldn’t hear her. “We can't trust them." She pulled back and sat back up.

He studied her for several moments. "But you trust me?”

She smiled and nodded her head.

“So you don’t trust Jimin or the nurse, Jinyoung?”

‘Jimin!’ That’s what his name is. She took the information and filed it right with Dr. Kim Namjoon. She shook her head. “No, no, Jimin and the nurse are trustworthy. The other one too, the one who looked so worried.”

“Hoseok.” He reminded her.

“Yes, yes. Hoseok.” She filed his name in too as she gasped. “Do you think he knew they were coming?”

“Who?”

“The bad ones.” She whispered.

“I promise there is no one bad here my dear.” He wished he knew what triggered all her responses. While he was happy she was no longer chanting her series of words and numbers, he wished he was in the room for her episode. “I'm going to get you food. You stay here."

He returned quickly with two slices of bread. "Small bites." He instructed as he placed the plate on the bed. She looked at the food and then at him, but didn't move to grab a piece. He sighed and grabbed one before taking a bite of it. "See, it's safe."

She timidly picked up a piece and started nibbling on it. "Where is Hoseok?" She asked.

"He's gone to the area he found you at." He explained. "Darlin, do you remember anything from before you woke up?"

She sat and nibbled on her bread. Her eyes became unfocused as she stared into nothingness. She stayed that way for a few minutes, her jaw moving slowly as she chewed.

The doctor sighed. He got her a glass of water and placed it down on a table next to her.

"Red flashing lights." The words made him pause and look at her. "The room was dark, so dark, except for the flashing red lights. There was a loud noise blaring. Why was it so loud?"

"Was it a ‘Rapid Response’?" As soon as the question left his lips her eyes snapped over to him. An unmistakable fear came over her. "Yes." She whimpered.

"Do you know why there was a rapid response?" What she described reminded him almost of hospital codes but he didn’t think she would answer yes.

She shook her head. "No."

"Were there people with you? Your pack members?"

"Pack members?" She was confused at the mention of other people but he was persistent.

"Yes. You’re an omega, you should have an alpha and betas. Do you remember that?" She shook her head.

"Where are we?"

"We are in the rescue."

"You said that before, I'm in the medical unit. But where are we?" She asked as she finished her first piece of bread.

"In South Korea. You were found in the woods, disheveled and close to death with nothing on you except this bracelet.”

"The woods… bracelet…" Her voice trailed off as if she was thinking, trying to grasp a memory just out of reach.

He picked up his tablet and tapped on it for a moment. "This is one of the cameras from outside the facility." She was taking a sip of her water when he turned the screen toward her.

Her mouth opened in awe at all the greenery. She placed her cup down as she took the tablet from his hands carefully.

“Keep moving. Don't let them get you.”

"Keep moving.” She whispered. “There are the twisted trails in the forest." She remembered as she suddenly spoke louder.

"That's right." He sounded glad and called her name gently. “Did you have two people with you?"

She didn't answer, or acknowledge that she had heard him. Her mind was racing.

He continued, "We found you first and then we found two others several hours later, a male and female. They wore the same bracelet as you." When she still didn’t acknowledge his words, he sighed, "I'm sorry to tell you that they didn't make it." He regretted saying anything as he watched her eyes glaze over while she dissociated.

"One eight seven. One eight seven. One eight seven." She placed the tablet down and held up her two fingers on her hand. "One eight eight." She put down one finger. "One eight nine." She put the second finger down, laying her hand in her lap. "One eight nine. I counted them. I won't forget. One eight nine." She looked up at Namjoon with no emotion but she had tears filling her eyes.

#BTS #OT7 x F Reader #namjoon x reader #jimin x reader #jungkook x reader #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #kim taehyung #kim seokjin #jin x reader #park jimin #hoseok x reader #taehyung x reader #min yoonji #yoongi x reader #Find Rest for your Soul

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hwangyeonjun · 1 year

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January 6th

pairing: lim jaebeom x gn!reader

genre: fluff

birthday party masterlist

you were pacing around the room like crazy, hand on your chin as you stared at the ground. you were actually going insane.

“y/n, relax” jinyoung mumbled and you turned to look at him, only to see all six boys looking at you with so much concern in their eyes.

“i can’t” you whined. “what if he doesn’t like it?” you asked, hands flying everywhere around you out of frustration.

jinyoung rolled his eyes and elbowed jackson, signaling for him to continue the conversation.

“he will like it. jaebeom likes everything that includes you” he reassured. “plus, you did amazing. look around, the place is beautiful and you got him something that he’s been wanting for a very long time”

you did as told and looked around the room that you’ve been standing in. you have to agree, your living room does look amazing with all the balloons and confetti. the table was full of jaebeom’s favourite food that you’ve made yourself.

the birthday boy himself is on his way home, having no clue what is waiting for him, thinking that you’re not home since you told him beforehand that you’ll be working until late.

the boys also helped you prepare but most importantly, they came which will be a huge surprise for jaebeom since he haven’t seen them in a while, especially jackson, who has been in china for most of the time.

you were content, knowing that your boyfriend is surrounded by good people who genuinely love him and even though you are panicking right now, deep down you know that no matter how this is going to turn out, he will be happy.

your eyes widened when you heard the key jiggling on the other side of the door. you quickly hurried everyone to go in their spots and turned off the lights, threatening the people around you to stay quiet.

jaebeom walked in, humming a familiar song and walked into the living room. it took him a few seconds to find the light switch and when he turned on the light, all of you started screaming “surprise” while yugyeom and bambam threw confetti at jaebeom.

he was stunned, eyes wide, mouth open with a peace of confetti stuck to his lip. his eyes locked with yours and then the biggest grin spread on his face.

“baby” he whispered and immediately pulled you into a hug.

you didn’t even notice the tears of joy on his face until he started hugging his members and it made your heart burst. he was happy, and that’s all you wanted.

#lim jaebeom #lim jaebeom x reader #lim jaebeom fluff #jay b #jay b x reader #jay b fluff #got7 #got7 fluff #got7 x reader #got7 imagine

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prplocks · 3 months

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could you do new bambam locks?

Here sweet❤❤

#wallpapers #ask #bambam #bambam got7 #got7 #bambam locks #bambam lockscreen #bambam lockscreens #bambam wallpaper #bambam wallpapers #got7 locks #got7 lockscreens #got7 wallpaper #got7 wallpapers

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Too Old For My Hometown

Air by BamBam. It's a bop, but I actually sneaked in another song for this snippet. Which is more fitting lol. It's HOLO by LeeHi. Also, lmao, this one is from last year. Anyway, it's a fun lil experiment for writing a tale that another person tells to others. Enjoy!

MODERN AU | METALSEA AU | FLUFF | ANGST, CUZ A BIT SAD | WC: 1513

Avelyn was that girl to Cronyl.

They met on a chilly spring day when the sun just touched the horizon to dive under. He’s been back in Anore for two weeks, yet he was still an outsider. His job didn’t change much, in fact, it lessened. In the city, he needed many sleepless nights to keep up with work. Here, however, he could have a sleeping break at lunch if he wanted to.

It should have been peaceful.

He should have enjoyed a little bit less after having such a busy life for years.

Still, he didn’t.

For Cronyl it wasn’t appealing how friendly the neighbours were. He didn’t like that everyone could know each other by name. He did not crave the peacefulness of a quiet and seemingly happy village.

Not after a bloody divorce anyway.

And so he remained the ridiculous lone wolf he always was, never chit-chatting, never blending. Helping out wherever he could nevertheless, despite his distaste of the place.

Because he liked the village as an environment.

The quietness and simplicity might not have been what he sought — considering how he would have drowned himself in work rather than thinking about Syonehlia — but the view, well, that was decent.

So, he walked home from work on the usual pathway — sunflower fields framing both sides, the lively people still far away. The wind cooled down the early spring’s heat, so Cronyl could stroll the way he preferred to do it; briefcase and jacket draped over his shoulder, hanging from his fingers, shirt’s sleeves rolled up leisurely. He was tired, though not the satisfying kind you feel after a busy day full of accomplishments. It was more what you would call numbness, if anything.

Cronyl closed one of his eyes when the sun decided to give them a proper showdown of sunshine as a slow goodbye.

He kept his stare at the sky, nevertheless.

It was a little thing he started when he moved back, and that still gave him some kind of comfort.

Sure, it was his hobby, if you will. And the very thing that almost cost his life. (Yes, baby. I’m overexaggerating for dramatic effect.)

Cronyl could faintly hear the rattling of the old bicycle which raced down from the nearby hill every day. Yet, he only noticed how loud it became, when a moderately high-pitched squeak squeezed out of the mess of blonde locks, as she collided with him.

Avelyn gifted a bouquet of bruises and two cracked ribs to Cronyl on their first meeting.

He always says he can still smell the frowzy dandelions that spread in the nursing room. You see, Anore was so small, that they had no proper hospital, only a rural nursing building. Which seemed to be enough most of the time, and this time wasn’t an exception either.

Cronyl still needed to stay in, which definitely dragged some grumbling out of him.

She visited from the first day.

Avelyn — as it turned out — was one of the neighbours’ daughters; a local since birth. She wore the gentle smile of the anorean, farmed so diligently as his father, and cooked so deliciously as her mother. Which she showed Cronyl as well when she brought him soup as an apology.

Avelyn didn’t leave without a scratch either. A scraped knee and some aching parts of her body weren’t as important in her eyes as Cronyl’s injuries.

She didn’t say a thing when she entered the room, only looked around and when she found a chair, she pulled beside Cronyl’s bed. Her eyes searched for his, serious and determined. Then, when her gaze met his cocked eyebrow, her features turned sheepish, a lovely shade of red dancing across her cheeks. (Mhm, I saw it, I was there.)

She came the next, the one after and every day again, until Cronyl was eventually released.

He didn’t know where to put her. Cronyl was not someone used to such care from strangers. It made no sense why she kept visiting him after he made clear it was nothing. She seemed shy, yet chatted with him as if he was a close friend. Amusement was what she brought to Cronyl, something he didn’t really think he would find in here. He quite literally awaited her arrival at the end.

She asked him out the day she walked him from the building.

Rejection isn’t something that usually follows this, right? Spring blossomed on the cherry trees around them, but the doom-and-gloom wasn’t over yet. The numbness I mentioned, remember? A divorce is a tricky thing to get over if you can at all. It’s a transition from being with someone every minute to coming back to your hometown, alone. It leaves you with the feeling as if something was missing, even though everything you had was with you. Makes you numb for a time, too.

This is why, Cronyl did not go out with Avelyn.

He’d always been a strong-headed nitwit, and it wasn’t Anore, his hometown that would make him change. Or so he thought. Standing beside the awkwardly smiling Avelyn, he only seemed to think that they weren’t teenagers anymore to start off like that. As if he was way too old for this little friendly town, where life was as simple as falling in love.

“Oh god, don’t look at me like that. I’d rather you just be angry than do the whole disappointed face,” was what he said to my reaction to the confession. As if being angry at him would have changed anything. Just like I said, strong-headed nitwit.

Life had so much more stored for them, though. Bumping to each other every corner even if they didn’t try to meet, living beside one another, never escaping the parents’ favours from Cronyl to come to them and help out. You’d think it was embarrassing for them.

And oh how wrong you would have been then.

Despite everything, Avelyn never treated Cronyl differently than before. She brought him lunch whenever he helped out on the fields, joked about their frequent accidental meetings, and kept being shy about how much she loved her kindergarten job. She asked and listened like no one in this little community. Cronyl, in return, grew a meadow of respect for her in his chest. Never too close, never too approachable, they became friends. His first friend, since he moved back.

The lengthening peach days of spring didn’t seem to go by as fast when they met. His walk home was accompanied by the quiet rattling of the bicycle as she joined to the daily routine. Cronyl still didn’t enjoy the lessened work and the all-time happy people. But, his numbness began to falter.

It took a year for him to realise that she must have been the cause of it.

A year, which after Avelyn seemed to leave work way too early. His routine turned to peeking inside the kindergarten after leaving his tiny, flat-roofed workplace, so he could notice it before everything. Smiling at his worry when he mentioned the change, Avelyn told him she’d tell him only when his numbness faded away completely. Because even then, Cronyl clearly lived a life among the greying clouds, sheltered from the bursting yellow fields.

Most moments come to us unnoticed. Good or bad, happy or sad, the most memorable parts of our lives can build up without us being aware of it. Inch by inch, it piles, until we stop and look at it. But we can only see the result.

That was exactly how Cronyl felt when after another half a year, he faced two things.

Firstly, Avelyn called in sick more times than she went to meet with the children. They met more and more along the way to the nursing building. She slowed, however much she smiled. Their time didn’t thin away, yet it was clear to him that she forced herself sometimes. He might have been dense, but he wasn’t stupid. His time was waning by the minute.

Secondly, Cronyl couldn’t remember how it felt to be numb anymore.

It surprised him so deeply, that he left work way, way too early. Even though I only heard about this from others, he actually went grocery shopping right after that. Some said he was more in a rush than a summer rain on a peaceful night.

Cronyl couldn’t hide his soft heaving when he just caught Avelyn leaving the nursing building. They almost bumped into each other, like they did so many times in the early morning market. Soup in his hand, a bicycle bell in the other, he stood before her, silent. The scent of dandelions danced them around, Avelyn’s bright face open with a question Cronyl answered the moment after.

And that, my darlings, is how your dad met your mother.

#Project Metalsea #Cronyl Eldenwere #Avelyn Dione #Syonehlia Dione #Eldnar Ronwel #yep uncle Eldnar tells the tale to Cronyl and Avelyn's kids #idk how it turned out but i like th beginning lol #and it was a fun exercise to find Eldnar's voice too #Modern AU

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✧𝑷𝒂𝒑𝒂 - 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏✧

- Married to Lee Know (more on accident)

- Dad of the family

- Always Keep Lee Know in check, he has to restrain him due to the incident at I.N elementary school. Where he got in fight with a parent for calling his baby ugly

- The clockwork to this household, without Chan around. The house is mess or the kids ends up crying due to Lee Know punishments

- He has many idols friends, that even himself lost count but he always go with the flow. To avoid the other person being upset with him

✧𝑴𝒂𝒎𝒂 - 𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑲𝒏𝒐𝒘✧

- Married to Chan (Also an accident)

- Dedicated Cat Dad, he has three cats if anyone miss their schedule. They will have to pay the price and that person was Changbin. He overslept as at the time he was sharing with Hyunjin

- Super protective over Felix and I.N, he always claims that someone is trying to steal them. (It is mainly Felix, as he is so loveable everyone wants to take him home)

- Have bit of anger issue, super scary when someone makes any of kids cry (he once barged into Ateez Dorm with a knife, when wooyoung kidnapped Felix)

- Claims, he doesn’t use the rest of the kids who lives with them as slaves excluding Felix and IN. As one time Hyunjin accidentally let it slipped that Lee Know never does the washing up

- He once made it onto the national geographic channel. Till this day he is confused how he got on there

✧𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 - 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒃𝒊𝒏✧

- Before Chan got married he used to live with him and Han. They call themselves the 3racha

- When he got into adulthood, he moved as soon as possible. He hates to be around so many people

- Claims he is cool, but no one takes him seriously more like the opposite. People loves to clown him and even made a meme out him (it was seungmin who is responsible for princess binnie meme)

- What ever you do, never ever touches Binnie food. He will scream and fight anyone who laid their finger on his babies

- Loves to annoy his siblings and see their misfortunes as it is always him. Who gets to the unfortunate event

✧𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 - 𝑯𝒂𝒏✧

- Sibling with Binnie

- Super hyper active, he loves to erm express himself with lots of strange noises. Which hyunjin has to tell Han to be quiet as he was making frog noises at 1am

- He hates to be locked up, poor Chan has his reason for locking him up. As he causes so much trouble when he is outside

- It took him a while to warm up to the new addition / Eomma to the household. He wouldn’t leave his room for a month until Chan has to bribe him

- He has this thing with new people coming over, one time BamBam was coming over to visit Chan. Poor BamBam was getting interrogated by Han, why he his here

- Shhh but don’t tell anyone, he is trying make his debut with Binnie and Chan as 3racha

✧𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 - 𝑯𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒏✧

- He was the first to get adopted, he made a huge scene at the orphanage so he get adopted

- He loves his fashion and loves the expensive kind (Lee Know has too hide his bank cards as somehow he always manage to find it)

- Protective of I.N he always protect them if anyone makes fun of I.N at school

- Loves the drama, if there is drama involving his siblings he will get front row seat

- Did I mention, he is also the drama queen. Once Han accidentally made a tiny hole in his shirt, he screamed and acted like his life about to end

✧𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 - 𝑭𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒙✧

- Sunshine child

- Everyone loves him, who sets eyes on him. One time he was just chilling waiting for the bus to school. Jaemin from NCT took a liking to him and kidnapped Felix

- One of the innocent child, always helpful around the house and solving his sibling problems with a smile

- He also a known as the cuddle bug, he loves to cuddle his sibling when they feel blue

- Loves to bake especially his brownies. When he makes brownies, his siblings and parents lining to get the first piece

✧𝑭𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒉 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 - 𝑺𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒎𝒊𝒏✧

- The quiet child, doesn’t like to talk to strangers as he saw how Felix went. He is determined strangers are dangerous

- Loves to bully Binnie

- Also another child, who is smart he basically got into university a year early as he finished with course the grade above him

- Despite his quiet nature, he has his sass side when someone annoys him and always managed to expose a secret to whoever annoyed him. As his revenge

- Oh ho, despite his calm nature on the outside. He has werid side, once Hyunjin caught him and Han were doing some strange dance. To help clear the bad spirits

✧𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚 - 𝑰.𝑵✧

- Known as Baby Bread

- Everyone in the family adores him! Even Lee Know can get soft on him

- He sticks to Felix like glue, as he finds rest of siblings either too werid or scary

- He also a savage, let’s say someone *coughs* Binnie was teasing him too much. I.N immediately said Binnie stole Felix las piece of brownie

- The rest of the family are in huge debate who is I.N favourite family member. Every time they asked him that, I.N replied everyone with his eye smile which no one believed him

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just got7 going crazy cus y/n is wearing a white t-shirt without a bra,so they see her nipples very welll, (yhh ur girly is nastyy 😭)

WE nasty bih, whatchu mean??? 😭😭😭 But I GOT YOU. I'm so unseasoned when it comes to trying to emulate the other members' speech (yeah I dick-ride Mark that hard) Thank you so much for being my third request EVER💞

Hope you enjoy~

🌹Jinyoung

Jinyoung would have never thought his girlfriend would be into the public, sexier side of life. He didn't know she would be a fan of the band but even so, he didn't expect her to do that. He'd be in the back seat of a van, in the parking lot with the tinted windows, his hands on her hips as she rode him. The way her breasts would bounce with each thrust, nipples hardening under the thin white material, and the way she would bite her lip, eyes locked on his, it would drive him mad. She would be the one to tease him in front of all of those people. He would take her home immediately afterward to punish her.

"Honey...I didn't expect this... I like it."

🌹Jaebum

Jaebum has seen his girlfriend wear his shirts before but not a white one. He would love the way she would look in his clothes with no bra. It's something he has fantasized about many times. The way she would tease him by bending over in front of him, showing him her ass, and the outline of her breasts under the white material. It's a turn-on he would love to experience.

"Mmm, you look so sexy, babe."

🌹Mark

Mark would love to see his girlfriend wearing one of his white shirts with no bra on. He loves the way her breasts would bounce when she walks and the way her nipples would harden when she's excited. He loves the way her body looks in white clothing. Mark would also enjoy being able to see her breasts through the shirt and playing with them. He'd love to take her into their bedroom and have his way with her.

"Come here, sexy."

🌹Jackson

Jackson thinks his girlfriend looks good in everything. Although, white just makes him more turned on. It's very hot to him. Jackson would want to take his girlfriend to a private area and have sex with her. They've done this before, but not wearing just white clothing. That's what's new to him and the reason why he is excited. The sight of his girlfriend in white with no bra drives him crazy. It's one of those sex symbols for guys. A man's fetish.

"You look so hot, babe. Wanna go somewhere...?"

🌹Youngjae

It would be so unexpected for Youngjae to see his girlfriend wearing his white shirt outside of their bedroom. However, he couldn't help himself. He would find her sexy and would fantasize about ripping the clothes off of her. Although Youngjae is known for being sweet and romantic, this wouldn't be the time. He would bring her somewhere where they can have privacy because he cannot control himself and would just want to take her clothes off.

"I've been holding back all day...please let me touch you."

🌹Yugeom

He'd know immediately why she was doing that, which was to attract him. A sexy prank, maybe? Yugyeom would try his best to tease his girlfriend. He'd try to grab her boobs but not make it obvious to everyone else. Yugyeom would think to himself that they would feel very different if she didn't have a bra on. She would react to his advances. Therefore, he would know that she wants him to play with them. He'd rather do it in private, however.

"Looks like you want me right now, huh?"

🌹BamBam

Walking around with no bra, especially outside, takes guts and self-confidence. Both of those BamBam loves, and because of that, he would love to see his girlfriend dressed so erotically. A thin white shirt without a bra makes BamBam think of all the possibilities. It could lead to sex and it's sexy to see the person he's into the most in simple clothing. It turns him on. He's into skinny clothing but anything his girlfriend wears gets his attention immediately.

"You should take your shirt off, babe."

#got7 #got7 mark #got7 yugyeom #got7 jackson #got7 jb #got7 bambam #got7 jinyoung #got7 youngjae #igot7 #kpop #got7 scenarios #got7 kpop

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Twilight (kim hongjoong) [old]

𝙱𝚃𝚂

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Life Through the Lenses [old]

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2) Picture Perfect (kim mingyu) [old]

Request (xu minghao) [old]

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#kpop masterlist #seventeen x reader #stray kids x reader #nct x reader #monsta x x reader #got7 x reader #bts x reader #ateez x reader

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sweetestofchaos · 1 year

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕟 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ↣ BAMBAM ↣ 𝟙,𝟠𝟙𝟞

Trope: Friends to Lovers Waring(s): SFW. Angst. Mentions of pregnancy. Angst!Bambam Chapter(s): 4 of 6 Description: Being the baby momma of an idol wasn’t easy and you’re not sure if you can do it. Paring(s): Bambam & Fem!Reader Taglist: @thatoneoldergroupstan @chrisellesism @proudahgase-got7

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Previous // Next

Having a baby with Bambam was easier said than done. JYP was informed and it seemed like all hell broke loose. The guys were in and out of many meetings with the higher ups, their comeback for their upcoming album Breath of Love: Last Piece was a mess and Bambam was never around. It was hard to find time for each other and you started to feel worse and worse about the situation with each passing day. Bambam would joke around and always laugh, but everyone could tell he was running on empty. Today was one of the rare days that you would be able to meet up with Bambam and you were worried. You had something that you needed to tell him, and you knew that it would break his heart.

You are running late, your hair was giving you a hard time today, so you decided to twist the front and leave the back out. You threw on a pink off the shoulder top, a black cropped leather jacket, ripped boyfriend jeans, white and silver lace up heels and silver square earring with a matching necklace. Your phone goes off and you quickly answer it seeing that it’s Bambam.

“Hey! I’m leaving my place now.”

Bambam laughs on the phone. “That’s fine doll. I’m leaving the studio shortly, so if you get there before me go head and order whatever yah?”

“Is everything okay?” You grab your purse and head out the door, locking it behind you.

“Yeah…it’s all good. I gotta go, I’ll see you in a bit.” Bambam hangs up and you sigh.

You drive to the restaurant and find a table far away from everyone else. It’s going to be an early dinner, Bambam had said that he wanted to eat a lot, so you both agreed on hot pot. You sit down and pull out your phone, browsing on Twitter and Instagram to pass the time. You order an ice water for yourself and a few appetizers to hold you over until Bambam comes. You pick at the food, not really in the mood to eat at all.

“Hey doll.” You lift your head and frown at Bambam’s appearance. He looks tired and overworked. He’s wearing black ripped jeans, a baggy green sweater, and black boots. Bambam sits next to you and kisses your cheek. “Hey lil man!” Bambam tickles your stomach, and you slap his hands away with a laugh.

“Will you stop that,” You shove Bambam’s shoulder, and he laughs.

“Did you already order?”

“Only what’s on the table.”

“Bet.” Bambam grabs a set of chopsticks and starts to dig into the food. “This is soooo good.” Bambam holds out his chopsticks and you take a bite of the food. It’s spicy and sweet, but you can’t swallow it. “Spit it out.” Bambam hands you a napkin and you turn away from him as you spit out the food. “He wasn’t feeling it?”

“No,” you frown and take a few sips of your water.

Bambam rubs your back and rests his hand on your knee. “Are you okay to eat here?” You nod your head and Bambam kisses your cheek. “Just take it slow, doll.”

Bambam follows you back to your place and the two of you head inside. Bambam locks the door and takes his shoes off setting them right next to yours. You head into the kitchen to grab drinks and Bam follows you.

“Are you spending the night?” You ask grabbing two bottles of water from the fridge.

“Do I have any clothes left here?”

You think about what’s in your room and nod your head, “I know for sure that I copped a few shirts…there are three pair of your shorts here too.”

Bambam raises an eyebrow and laughs, “Just taking all my shit huh?”

“You weren’t wearing it.” You shrug your shoulders and hand Bambam a bottle of water. You walk past him, and he grabs hold of your hand. “What?”

“What’s on your mind doll? You’ve been a little stand offish since the restaurant.”

You click your tongue and pull you hand free from Bambam, “How about you get settled than we can talk okay?”

Bambam goes to refuse, but you walk out of the kitchen before he can say anything. Sighing Bambam heads into the guest bathroom while you head into yours to shower. You take a quick shower and hop out. You wrap a towel around your body and step out into your room, jumping when you see Bambam sitting on the bed with a towel wrapped around his waist. You notice that your phone is on the bed next to Bambam instead of on the nightstand where you left it.

You heart fills with dread at you take a good look at Bambam’s profile, “Bam?”

Bambam shakes his head with a defeated sigh, “I got off the phone with your mom…” Bambam turns to face you and you bite your lip seeing his eyes misty with tears. “Going back to the States? How can you just up and leave?” Bambam’s voice is rough, he’s angry and hurt. “I thought we were going to make this work…why would you leave me?”

You walk over to the bed and sit beside Bambam, “You’re killing yourself babe. You look like shit and you’re spreading yourself too thin. I don’t want to be a burden on you.”

“Were you going to ask me what I wanted?” Bambam stares down at his hands, and you shake your head knowing that he can see you. Bambam’s laughter is dark and broken. “Get dressed…I-I want you to see something before you leave.”

Bambam grabs his clothes from your room and gets dressed quickly before he leaves. Sitting on the bed you groan and hold your head in your hands. Leave it to good ol’ Momma to ruin shit without knowing. You get dressed in a pair of pastel yellow sweats, a black tank top and the matching sweat jacket. Walking into the living room, you see Bambam on his phone typing away at the screen quickly. You clear you throat and Bambam stands up.

“Let’s go.” Bambam walks to the front door without looking back at you and you suck your teeth. You know Bambam would never hurt you, but you’re about fed up with his attitude…even though he has every right to be acting this way. You follow after Bambam and get into his car without a word. Bambam pulls out of your driveway and speeds through the streets. At a red light, Bambam glances at his phone and huffs before he types out a quick reply. The light turns green and Bambam pulls off, his grip on the steering wheel getting tighter and tighter. You keep one hand on your stomach, rubbing your thumb up and down as you stare out the window at the world.

You start to notice the buildings and your brows pull together in confusion when Bambam parks his car in the JYP parking lot. Bambam kills the engine and gets out, walking over to open the passenger side door for you. You get out and Bambam slams the car door shut before he grabs hold of your hand and leads you into the building.

“Am I allowed to be here after hours?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Bambam nods his head at the guards and head right to the elevators. The two of you wait in silence for the doors to open. One of the elevators opens and Bambam gently pushes you inside before he steps in after you.

“What are we doing here?” Bambam ignores you and types away on his phone. You lean against the metal wall and close your eyes feeling all your energy drain.

Bambam glances over at you and shoves his phone in his pocket. “Hey…” Bambam touches the side of your face, and you open your eyes. “Tired?” You nod your head and Bambam sighs. “I’ll take you home after this…just wait a little longer, okay?” Bambam wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you into his side letting you rest your weight against him. “You drive me fucking crazy, doll. You know that?” The elevator doors open and Bambam helps you out, not letting his hold on you go as he leads you down the hall of what you know to be the recording studios. Bambam stops in front of one door and knocks twice before he waits. There is shuffling on the other side and a few minutes later the door opens to reveal a tired looking Jaebeom. Jaebeom steps back and lets the two of you into the room. You look around and see that all GOT7 is there.

“What’s going on?” You look at each of the guys and they all look tired, but more so, they look hopeful.

“Have a seat Y/N,” Youngjae smiles at you and pats the spot next to him. You look at Bambam and he gives you a small push forward and you sit in between Youngjae and Mark.

“You ready?” Jaebeom asks and Bambam nods his head before he walks into the recording booth. Jaebeom sits down at the recording table next to Jackson and you stare at Bambam confused. Bambam puts on a pair of headphones and winks at you before Jaebeom gives him a thumbs up. Music fills the room, and you don’t know the song.

“He wrote this about you, so just listen, okay?” Jinyoung sits back with his arms resting on the length of the back of the couch while Yugyeom’s head is in his lap as he lays on the couch. You listen to the song and soon Bambam’s voice is all you can hear.

Nado eotteon geurimi geuryeojiljin molla Nareul binnaeneun geotbodan neoreul wihae golla Naui majimak moseup neoege da matchulge Barami bureoomyeon neol anajulge

The words hit your heart and your hand moves to your stomach. Bambam’s eyes lock with yours and he smiles as the rest of the song plays.

You can complete my circle You're the missing last piece

The ending notes of the song fade out and tears are rolling down your face. Bambam pulls his headphones off and leaves the recording booth. He walks over to you and lowers himself in front of you. “Stay here with me Y/N…please?” Bambam cups your face and wipes at your tears. “I love you.” A sob slips past your lips and Bambam is quick to silence you with a kiss so deep it takes your breath away. “I love you, doll.” Bambam rest his forehead against yours and looks into your watery eyes.

“I-I love you too,” You cry and the guys all clap making heat attack your face.

“So, you’re gonna stay here, right?” Jackson asks and you nod your head quickly.

“Thank fuck,” Yugyeom sighs with a large smile on his face.

#soc bambam cr #bambam #got7 bambam #bambam angst #got7 dad au

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yer-cute-when-you-scream · 2 years

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Prince BamBam~ Royal!AU

WARNINGS: Fluff, Some Violence

A/N: heyo i’m back bitches also this is trash im so sorry i may redo this

Prince BamBam is very dashing, elegant, and confident.

He knew how good looking he was, but he never let it go to his head.

He takes very good care of himself, always wanting to look his best.

He was very skilled in hand to hand combat, as the King wanted him to learn for “just in case” purposes.

BamBam never thought he would have to use it one day

He seemed to take after the King in more ways than one.

The King was handsome, his looks and charismatic personality could captivate you; and he knew this.

The Queen was a marvelous woman, she was fierce, strong, and also very kind; which was unexpected to some.

BamBam was their pride and joy, they wanted the best for him...which is why they invited the royal family of a Princess they thought would be the best for him.

BamBam was shocked and upset when he found out about this, he didn't even like her, let alone want to marry and rule a kingdom with her.

He didn't have a love like that for anyone...well, he thought that he didn't.

You continued to stitch up your dress for your performance at the opera house later that night as your best friend, BamBam, paced back and forth, letting out a frustrated sigh as he ran his hand through his hair, “How could they do this to me? I thought I made it clear to them that I don't want to be with her!”

BamBam is supposed to be attending the Opera with his parents, the neighboring Princess, and the neighboring King and Queen.

After he was informed about it, he immediately fled to your home in the Kingdom, needing to vent to someone he could trust.

“How awful could she be?” you asked, curious about why he seemingly loathed this Princess.

BamBam started telling you about how stuck up and rude she is, how he couldn't stand being near her because she would link her arms with his, she already had it in her mind that BamBam was her future spouse.

You couldn't help but feel slightly jealous. You’ve always tried to suppress your feelings for your friend, I mean he is a prince; but they always come back in moments such as this one. “I just wish they would understand that I do not wish for this, I would rather rule alone.” BamBam sighed, his head falling down.

You stop what you’re doing and walk over to him, “It’ll all work out Bam, I know it will, I feel it. Just try to enjoy yourself tonight, okay? I’ll see after the show, behind the building.” He nods and sighs once more, “I should go back, I need to prepare myself for tonight anyway.” You both say your goodbyes and continue with your dress.

Hours later, as the night fell upon the sky, you paced backstage in the opera house, nervous about your song you were performing, nervous about BamBam hearing you for the first time.

Alas, your performance stunned everyone in the theatre, especially BamBam. You had found him in the crowd, locking eyes with him as you belted out the love song for the scene in play.

Neither noticed the Queen looking between you two and gesturing for the King to look, they realized that their son was already in love with someone, it was just a matter of getting you two together. But soon that would play out on it’s own

After the show, you had walked outside, behind the opera house where you were supposed to see BamBam. All of a sudden, a man had you pushed up against the wall, a man who wasn’t BamBam.

“Hello darling, I must say, you are absolutely to die for.” he breathed into your face.

You tried to push him away, “Leave me alone,” but he was starting to get forceful.

“I always get what I want, and I want you.”

Before another thing could happen, the man was ripped away from you and a fight had started, the other man apart of it being BamBam.

BamBam was beating this man almost to a pulp, before you knew it, the man was running away.

“Are you okay?” he asked, frantically. You just nodded.

“Bam...You saved me. Who knows what he could’ve done,” you almost whispered in a cracked voice, tears welling up in your eyes. BamBam immediately came up to you and hugged you, pulling back for a second to look at you, his hand caressing your face.

“Of course...I-...I love you”

#got7 scenarios #got7 imagines #got7 scenario #got7 imagine #got7 bambam #bambam imagine #bambam imagines #bambam scenario #got7!au #got7 prince!au #got7 royal!au #got7 au

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moccahobi · 1 year

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Buried Truths [Chapter 2]

Summery: A Jackson Wang party. Normally you wouldn’t touch it with a ten foot pole. Tonight though, you were going to help your best friend, Youngjae, confess to his long term crush. He would be leaving the party tonight with a date. You didn’t expect to be forced to spend time with people you never wanted to see again. Oh, how many secrets would be revealed tonight?

Pairing: Youngjae x Jaeboem, Acesexual!Reader x Jinyoung (somewhat?)

Rating: 17+

Series warnings: gore, mildly toxic actions

Word Count: 3.2k

Genre: Supernatural AU, horror, angst, alcohol

A/N: This fic is not focused on romance. There is a romantic side plot but this is a thriller/horror/supernatural centric fic. Also! This is the first fic where I am talking about/show casing asexuality. As an ace person myself, I really love seeing ace representation and aim to write more fics that showcase ace relationships!

A/N2: Thank you so so much to @ssaboala for reading this fic over for me! Her comments and assurance helped me so much!

Chapter 1 < Masterlist > Chapter 3 (finale)

“You got really scared.”

“Of course! I was… and now the door isn’t opening. Can one of you try to open the door on the other side?”

The door jiggled, “I can’t open it.” Yugyeom said, his voice full of worry as he tried again.

“What? No. No. No. It should open.” Bambam said, worry growing in his voice as he surged forward to try to open the door.

“It looks locked. Maybe it was slightly unlocked or the door automatically locks… I saw a bunch of keys at the entrance.” It was Jaeboem, his voice getting more distant as he walked towards the entrance.

You sat on the top step of the basement, trying to ignore the sea of darkness that was the basement at your feet as you took deep breaths. Coming in here was a mistake. Coming into this house was a mistake. Seeing Jinyoung again was a mistake.

Bambam sat next to you, his breathing unsteady as he shifted uncomfortably, “I am sorry. I am so sorry. I didn’t think this would happen… I didn’t even realize you were here.”

“What?”

“Most of the guys don’t give me any attention… I wanted to see some of them show care to me for once…”

Anger bubbled in you as you realized what he did. He locked you both in… well… he slammed the door on you both. He looked scared though.

“I-- You closed this door on us?”

He nodded.

“Why?”

“Listen… You seemed to be accepted right away into this friend group… I didn’t. I am Jinyoung’s friend and I think Jackson likes me some… The others though? I don’t know. They seem to care for me when I am hurt or scared though,” Bambam spared you a glance before looking back into the basement, “Youngjae seems to dislike me most. I’m sure you know that he doesn’t like me much though.”

You were flustered at that, “O-Oh. I-”

“He vents about you sometimes. Nothing major… just the occasional complaint about you. I figured that if he vents about you, someone he likes, he probably vents about me since I am someone he doesn’t like.”

“I--” You sighed. What were you supposed to tell him?

That Youngjae found him absolutely annoying and felt he wasn’t part of the friend group? That Youngjae often vented about Bambam’s work competency? That Youngjae was tired of Bambam always being around?

“I am sorry. He can be a little judgemental sometimes.”

Bambam nodded, “Youngjae cares a lot about his friends and I admire that a ton. He seems to be faily defensive of his friends as well.”

“And opinionated,” You hesitated… were you about to tell this near stranger something you hadn’t been able to tell anyone yet? “I dropped out of college last year and haven’t had the energy to tell him yet. I know what he’ll say and I am not ready for it. I’ve not told anyone… but you now. Please don’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t. That’d be an asshole thing for me to do. I won’t tell anyone what you said about your bestie.” Bambam laughed and bumped shoulders with you, “How come you dropped out?”

“College is rough. I was a pre-med major since my parents wanted me to become a doctor, but I never wanted to be one. Didn’t even want to go to college but I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life and my parents had a plan.”

“That sounds frustrating.”

“It was and last year, I was really struggling. Pre-med is hard. I am not a science person. I figured if I dropped out and picked up some odd jobs while acting like I was still in school, I’d eventually find something and be able to tell people then.”

“Have you?”

“No. I’m a bartender and waitress right now… I barely have time to indulge in my hobbies.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Please don’t be. I chose this path… I get to deal with the consequences of it.”

Bambam nodded, “I am sorry for locking you in here.”

You laughed, “Don’t stress. As long as the lights work, I am fine. Besides, this place is much smaller and I feel sa-” You stopped talking as you felt something feather light brush against your calf. You readjusted your leg, moving it slightly away from the basement stairs.

What the fuck?

“You feel safe here despite the basement being right in front of us?” Bambam laughed, leaning back as he looked around the small space, “I guess the space is nice and there isn’t much to keep an eye on.”

Nodding, you leaned forward, looking down the stairs and trying to find whatever brushed your leg… Nothing.

Maybe it was dust or a spider web?

“Yeah… It is nicer--”

What felt like a hand gripped your ankle tightly, yanking you harshly. You found yourself tumbling down the basement stairs, screaming and trying to grab onto anything that would slow your descent. All the while, your head bounced against the stairs like a hollow basketball. Whatever was dragging you let go as you landed roughly on the hard concrete floor of the basement, leaving you breathless and in pain.

“Noona! Are you ok?” Bambam shouted, his steps as he ran down the stairs heavy and booming in your head. When he reached you, he gingerly helped you up.

“I think so?” You started, wincing as you tried to stand up, the ankle that whatever grabbed you touched was hurting to stand on, “I don’t know… I am in a lot of pain. Am I bleeding?”

Bambam shook his head, about to say something when rough knocking came at the door.

“Y/n-ah! Are you ok?” Jackson’s voice sounded far away from in the basement. He sounded worried as well and it made you feel conflicted. He’d never shown you worry before… but you had made a lot of noise coming down so it was in theory natural that he would be worried about you. You were his sister and he wasn’t heartless.

“I-I think I am! Did you all find the key?” You shouted back, not daring to try walking yet.

“We’ve found some but none have worked on the door.”

You sighed and shook your head.

“Do you think you can help me up the stairs?” You asked Bambam.

“I am sorry, Noona. I don’t think I am strong enough to. I think maybe Jackson or Jinyoung will be able to help you up.”

You nodded, gingerly rotating your ankle to test the throbbing pain. It was most definitely sprained.

“Huh… We don’t have cellular out here.” Bambam remarked as he turned on his phone’s flashlight and slowly looked around the space. It was odd that you didn’t have cellular… you weren’t far from the other house nor were you really out in the nature yet somehow, cellular wasn’t here. It probably wasn’t a big deal. This house was probably in a random blackout spot but the idea of no cellular still left you feeling a little sick.

Bambam barely moved around at first as he cautiously looked at the many dusty items that were in the basement, eventually moving around some. A dresser, some dark colored curtains that were hung up on the wall, and way too many boxes with more stuff. The stuff was covered in a ton of dust that blanketed the space and seemed to sparkle in the flashlight beam.

Above them, they heard the creaky footsteps of the others trying to find a way to open the door. Muddles conversations happening as someone shared good news also leaked through the floorboards.

Was Youngjae using this time to confess to Jaeboem?

Would you want your best friend to be confessing instead of trying to save you?

Part of you felt excited at the idea of Youngjae might be confessing right now. He’d been trying for over a year to get the courage to. Somehow, if the worry of you hurt in a basement made it feel less scary or loosened his lips, maybe that was good. Another part of your mind whispered that if he was confessing, was he spending much time trying to save you? Was he even worried about it?

You took a deep breath and sighed. Of course he cared for you. Of course he was worried about you.

“Yoooo! Noona! Look! This closet is full of kid dresses! I wonder where the kid is now!” Bambam said excitedly, breaking your thoughts as he flicked through the dusty garments.

You hobbled over, looking at the faded fabrics with their intricate sewn on details. Whoever this child was, they lived a very fancy life. This house was big and it was the second house on this property, these fancy dresses cemented the wealth of the child’s family. As you examined a specific dress more closely, Bambam started to look around again. He paused and hit your shoulder lightly.

“What?”

“N-Noona? Can you turn around for me?” His voice wavered as he started to shuffle backwards, his back brushing against the children’s clothes.

Slowly, you turned around, looking at Bambam questioningly.

“Do you see something moving in the shadows?”

You looked out, the darkness swirling as you tried to adjust and look out. Nothing seemed to be moving, not even the dusty curtains that were facing you. That was shocking because they rested on a rusty bar that looked like a few harsh movements of moving air would make it topple.

“I do-”

Something moved.

It was in the corner of your eye but as you and Bambam looked over, a small trinket that had been resting on top of one of the boxes, was wobbling around. Bambam squeaked and ran behind you, your body eclipsing his flashlight as he hid. Stealing up all your confidence, you gently took Bambam’s phone and slowly walked up to the trinket.

It was a children’s toy.

A faded wooden car with two of its wheels missing. It wobbled on the box as if trying to rebalance itself.

“M-Maybe it was w-wind?” You asked, reaching out and grabbing the car to stabilize it.

“Sure Jan, and I am totally not scared right now. I think Yugyeom was right. There’s a ghost here.” Bambam says as he looks at the car in your hands, trying to see if there was something going on that would lead to it moving so much.

Right as you opened your mouth to speak, the door banged open. Its handle hit the wall with an audible crack! Bambam and you jumped at the sound and you dropped the car, frozen in place as people started rushing down stairs.

Jackson is the first to make it down the stairs, jumping down the last three steps as he rushed to your side, “Y-n-ah! Are you ok?” He asked, looking you over worriedly.

“I am fine.” You said, his hands feeling like fire on your skin, his worry a foreign presence in your life. It made you feel a little sick at the thought of how caring he was acting.

Why was he so worried now?

What gave him the right when for so long he’s been distant from you?

“You absolutely are not fine. Your ankle is at the very least sprained.” Bambam said, eyeing you and Jackson.

“I would be worried about a concussion as well. I heard a lot of bumping on your fall down. You took quite a fall, Y/n-ssi.” Jaeboem said when he joined the group, Youngjae quickly rushing over and hugging you tightly as Jaeboem spoke.

“Let’s get you out. I can help you up the stairs.” Youngjae said, hooking his arm under yours as he started walking towards the stairs slowly.

You looked back and watched as a sad look grew on Bambam’s face as he watched Youngjae help you away on his own. As you turned your eyes forward, you caught Jackson’s gaze, worry written all over his face.

God.

Tonight is becoming messier by the second… and you are in a haunted house.

Were you going to survive tonight?

Youngjae and you slowly hobbled up the stairs and despite your eyes focused on the steps you were taking, you felt the eyes of people all around you. Their gazes felt unnatural and creepy on you, your skin crawling under them. You were ready to go home, crash, and pretend tonight didn’t happen (aside from celebrating Youngjae and Jaeboem getting together)... and maybe see if Bambam wanted to become friends. Tonight could be a fever dream that, with repeated retelling, you completely rewrite.

With a content sigh, Youngjae set you down in a rickety chair in the main living space, the moist smell of mildew greeting you as you sunk into the chair. Jinyoung dragged over a table with a painful SCREECH and gently guided your legs up to rest on the table.

“Does it hurt to put pressure on your foot?” He asked, his hands gently holding and checking your ankle. His touch felt scalding on your skin and in any other situation, you would have quickly yanked your foot away from him. Tonight though, you found your energy waning.

You nodded, when he looked up at you, refusing to speak. Given, you didn’t have energy or strength to talk to him right now. The guilt over Jackson and Bambam was starting to choke you and you had no idea if you could control what you said to Jinyoung if you spoke.

“It is starting to swell as well,” He got up and got closer to you, he reached out before stopping, “Does your head hurt?”

Did it?

You didn’t have a headache. Slowly, you reached up and started to feel around your head, fear of blood or a tender spot rising in your throat.

With great relief, you felt no pain and shook your head.

“That’s good. You may still want to get checked out but unless there is another spot you’re feeling a lot of pain, it may just be a badly sprained ankle.”

“I am glad. With how fast you fell down those stairs, I was worried, noona.” Bambam said, coming closer and eyeing your ankle.

You avoided Youngjae’s eyes as you nodded, “I… I don’t remember even hitting my ankle on anything. I don’t know how it got sprained… but it did feel like someone grabbed my ankle.”

“Bambam-ah, did you see anyone else in the basement?” Jackson asked, as Mark walked towards the basement door and looked down the stairs. If he saw more than the swirling darkness that bathed the basement, he didn’t react.“No… Not a person… I um… I did see some shadows move though… but I didn’t see a person.”

Youngjae scoffed, “It was a small basement, you probably saw part of your shadow on another wall. Did you see a shadow, Y/n-ah?”

All eyes were on you then and it felt like they were short circuiting your mind as you tried to think of what happened back in the basement. You saw a shadow… right? Was it just your mind? Or one of your own shadows?

Did you even see one?

Your brain was getting fuzzy as you tried to think back to the basement. You were pulled down, Bambam came, the two of you walked around, you saw a little car toy… Was there a shadow?

“I-I don’t know.” You said slowly, looking at everyone.

Bambam was looking at you with hurt etched into his face as Youngjae laughed humorlessly, “I think you were seeing stuff then, Bambam-ah.”

Youngjae’s laugh cut through you, hurting you more than your ankle was. You couldn’t handle it and you couldn’t forget how rude Youngjae was being. This wasn’t like him… even if he was a little snarky sometimes.

“I d-don’t think he was seeing st-stuff.”

“You said yourself that you didn’t see anyone though!” Youngjae said exasperatedly, throwing his hands up as he spoke loudly.

“And I believe Bambam-ah.”

Yugyeom coughed, “Shadows or not, Y/n might need medical attention. We should leave.”

Jaeboem nodded.

“Wait! If it is just a sprained ankle, can we have her rest for a little while longer? I would love to explore a little more. Just fifteen or so minutes. Nothing too long.” Bambam asked, his eyes wide and lips in a big pout as he looked around at everyone and pleaded.

“No. Y/n needs to leave.” Youngjae said, moving towards you to lift you up.

Bambam looked over at you with his puppy dog eyes as he clasped his hands together in a plea to stay just a little longer.

You sighed and shook your head, “I’ll be fine with another fifteen minutes here. Don’t worry about me. If my ankle gets worse or I feel more pain elsewhere, I’ll say and we can leave.”

Jackson looked like he was about to protest but before he could, Jinyoung stood up, patting you on the shoulder, “Listen, I’m the only one certified in first aid. Y/n-ah will be fine. Let’s keep exploring. I know I have another place I want to explore myself. Bambam-ah, how about you join me?”

Bambam nodded excitedly as a smile spread on his face. Jinyoung and Bambam started to walk deeper into the house, Mark quickly jogging to catch up to them. The tension that filled the room was palpable as you and Youngjae looked at each other with questioning gazes, neither wanting to back down.

“Yugyeom-ah, Jackson-ah, want to see a giant study Youngjae and I found? It is super cool! With tons of books.” Jaeboem said, seperating from Youngjae to get closer to the other guys still in the room, an awkward smile that didn’t meet his eyes plastered on his face.

“Sure. Plus, I think that Youngjae and Y/n will want some alone time to talk.” Yugyeom said as he shot you two an annoyed glance, his words finally making you look away in shame.

Tonight has been borderline traumatic and knowing that you’re getting on everyone’s nerves is making it one hundred times worse. You’d wanted to make friends… not make your best friend’s friend group hate you.

When Jackson, Yugyeom, and Jaeboem finally left, you sighed deeply and shook your head. You were tired and even though you were fine with being here for another fifteen minutes, you wanted to go home. The soft blankets and fluffy pillows on your bed were calling to you… so was the start of a new day. Maybe you’d wake up and find out that you had gotten blackout drunk and this was all a stupid ass dream.

“Are you and Bambam friends now?” Youngjae asked, his voice small as he looked at you. He looked nervous and small now, which was much different from his borderline angry expression earlier.

“He seems like a cool person.” You shrugged, refusing to look at Youngjae. This was a new side of him and with all the guilt today, you didn’t know if you could handle this side.

On any other day, you might’ve gotten so excited. Youngjae didn’t open up to you tons and while there was some reason he was so closed off, it hurt that he was so closed off. Especially because he was the only person you told some stuff to. He knew you had a tense relationship with your family, that you dropped out of college, that you worked at a bar, and that you recently realized you were aroace. He knew all that and more. He knew every vulnerable thing about you, yet he was only ever vulnerable to you once: When he told you that he had a crush on Jaeboem.

“Yeah. He does seem cool… but I am cooler right?” His voice sounded hopeful as he asked and it made you feel sick.

“That’s what you’re worried about? If you’re cooler to me than some dude I met today? One, you’re my best friend, of fucking course you’re cooler in my eyes. Two, him being cool doesn’t excuse how rude you’ve been to Bambam since we’ve exited the basement. He’s been nothing but kind and caring to me. I get you find him annoying but-”

“I don’t find him annoying.” Youngjae sighed, “He’s cool. I know he is… I just… I am close to Jaeboem hyung and Mark hyung but I am not that close to others in the group. Bambam gets along with everyone… sure sometimes it felt more forced to me but I guess it didn’t to others? Jinyoung is a bit of a tsundere if you’ve noticed and yet he warmed right up to Bambam! I’ve been trying to get close to Jinyoung forever and yet I just can’t seem to.”

His words shocked you. They hung in the air and clung to you with desperation as you processed everything he was saying. Insecure in his place in the group? Worried about someone replacing him?

Youngjae hesitated before moving closer and resting his hand on your knee, “I don’t know why but with most people, it feels like there’s a wall up between me and them. If it weren’t for you and Jaebeom and Mark making the first steps for stuff, I probably wouldn’t have gotten so close to you all.”

“I am sure that isn’t true at all, Oppa. You managed to ask Jaeboem out, right? I thought I heard that from the basement.” You said, pulling him onto your lap as the chair groaned in protest.

Your ankle was already sprained. The chair breaking on you wouldn’t be the end of the world, especially when Youngjae was being this vulnerable. You hugged him tightly, trying to give all your love and admiration to him through it.

“He asked me out. I didn’t.”

“Ok? And? You two are going on a date later, right?”

He nodded.

“So you’re crossing that barrier. Who invited you here?”

“Jackson hyung.”

“So he wanted you to come and you took the step to get closer. That’s saying something, Oppa.”

“He invited Bambam too… I found out earlier tonight. I just assumed Bambam came as a plus one… God. I’ve been such an asshole to Bambam.”

You laughed at that and pinched Youngjae’s arm, “You have been a bit of one tonight. I can’t comment on anything before tonight, but maybe you can reflect on your interactions and apologize to him?”

“Y/n-ahhhhh, why would you say that word to meeee.” Youngjae whined with a light giggle, “You know me and apologize don’t go well together.”

“Well, I think it needs to. Bambam is part of your friend group afterall. Plus, I think you two would get along if you got out of your head and gave him a chance.”

Youngjae sighed deeply, “You’re right. I will. Thank you for listening.”

“Of course I’m right,” You laughed and hugged Youngjae tighter, “And I am here for you. Always.”

“I am glad. Now… do you want to hear about how Jaeboem hyung asked me out?” He giggled excitedly as he asked, the chair squeaking loudly against the floor as he adjusted in your lap, launching into his small speel about it.

You were excited, genuinely, as he spoke about Jaeboem and him slowly walking into study of the place. They'd lightly talked about their life before Jaeboem suddenly shifted the conversation to dates. Jaeboem was the one who eventually asked Youngjae out. It was fun to watch as Youngjae’s eyes lit up in excitement. Somehow, the conversation evolved into him rambling about future dates he might plan.

A particularly strong stab of pain in your ankle tore you from your excitement. You were hurt and tired… and not once has Youngjae asked. Sure, he helped you up and you professed to the group that you were ok but… he was your best friend and not once when alone did he ask.

But he’d been dealing with a lot too! The conversation on his mind was a natural reason for him to blank on checking in again on you after you so explicitly stated that you were ok. It was understandable that something like you acting more ok than you were would slip his mind, he opened up some about not being ok.

Were you being selfish? Had you overreacted? Was he not thinking past himself? All could be true… but that didn’t stop the guild that once again started to brew turbulently in your stomach. Tonight was such a mixed bag and you just wanted to leave before much else happened.

Holding back a sigh, you nodded absentmindedly to what Youngjae was saying as you started to look around the main space. The living space was less dusty than the basement but there was still tons of dust in their air. You could see that in the thin slivers of moonlight that shone through the house. Maybe it had been as dusty as the basement but because of all the movement, the dust has been moved around… and you hadn’t noticed when you entered the house originally. You slowly traced up the stairs, past the few broken steps and up to the second floor, trying to see if there was more dust on the second floor.

You couldn’t tell though, the space too dark.

Wait--

Was that a light?

Squinting to see better, you noticed a small light flash from the balcony on the second floor. It flickered in and out, a few other small specks of light joining it. If it wasn’t for how cold of a tone the light was, you might’ve guessed that it was fireflies taking advantage of the abandoned house for safe shelter. Plus, the lights seemed to be present for much longer than fireflies are and moved around too much.

You watched carefully, the rest of the world melting away as the lights slowly became much more present.

Jaeboem moved in front of where the small lights were, asking something of Youngjae that you completely missed as you slowly refocused on the world around you.

“Y/n-ah, Jaeboem and I are going to look through the kitchen cabinets. Do you want to stay here or join?” He asked, a large smile on his face as he got up to hold Jaeboem’s hand.

“I’ll stay here. You two have fun.” You said, trying to muster up all your energy to sound excited… though you didn’t know if you did.

That being said, it must’ve convinced Jaeboem and Youngjae because they nodded and walked away, leaving you in the fragile quiet of the main space. You took a deep breath when he left, almost happy that he’d left you alone. His excitement was wonderful normally but tonight, for some reason, it was draining you.

Rolling your shoulders, you adjusted in the seat which was growing more and more uncomfortable the longer you were sitting on it. It was a very old seat and as you shifted around, you started to feel the groove of wear from someone who probably sat in it for too long all the time. You sighed and closed your eyes, enjoying the reprieve from people.

“Ya, dongsaeng… are you ok?” It was Jackson.

He’d quickly shuffled into the room and sat down before you even realized. Worry was painted all over his face as he looked you over himself. “Not really but I will be fine. Plus, I wanted to Bambam to keep having fun. He was super spooked in the basement.”

“You sure you’re ok?”

“Yeah. Why are you asking? You never seemed to care about me before.”

Jackson looks hurt, “I do care. You’re my sister. I love you. I want the best for you.”

“You have a weird way of showing it. Always thought you were disappointed in me.” You said with a scoff. Maybe Jackson did care right now and was hurt but that didn’t make up for all the years he ignored you or pressured you into stuff that you didn’t want to do. You had the right to be upset and wary of his sudden care.

Jackson looked like he wanted to say more, his chest filling with courage to say something. As you looked, anxiety pooling in your stomach, you prepared yourself for his hurtful words.

You couldn’t seem to avoid anything tonight… including Jackson’s harsh words. . He is about to say something when, BANG! Front door slams shut and won’t unlock.

BAM!

You flinched as Jackson jumped and screamed, his eyes wide and face flushing as he looked around for the sound, leaving you alone.

“The front door! It’s locked!” Jackson shouted out and soon after, everyone seemed to be running to the front door. You heard the jiggles of people trying and trying to open the door echo through the house and growing louder until it was all you could hear.

Fuck. Your head was aching.

Curling into yourself, you took deep breaths and tried to help ease some of the building pain behind your eyes. People were arguing now, their voices raising with frustration as they discussed something.

At some point, they were back in the same space as you, talking back and forth about what to try to do next. They seemed to be talking about you but you didn’t have the energy to try to listen. Their voices seemed to be floating around you just out of hearing range like a heat mirage on a hot summer. You didn’t care to listen either. They would figure it out and then you could leave this god forsaken house.

At some point, most of them had left the main space to explore, leaving you alone with Youngjae and Jaeboem once again. There was some mention of finding a key that you think they were searching for but you barely had the energy to keep up with what they said. You simply nodded along.

“How are you feeling, Y/n-ssi?” Jaeboem asked, looking at you worriedly when you finally stopped nodding your head.

“I am feeling… alright. Just tired.” You spoke slowly, part of your energy going into trying to focus on Jaeboem who was going in and out of focus.

Youngjae nodded, a crease in his brow forming as he watched you, “Must be tired from all that’s happened. Y/n-ah isn’t very social and adventurous generally. She’s been such a trooper for me tonight… and I got us into this mess.”

“Oh?” Jaeboem asked, his head swiveling between you and Youngjae.

Youngjae started explaining why you’d come to this party but you were struggling to focus once again on what he was saying. The lights upstairs started dancing once again. Despite how hard it was to focus on Jaeboem and Yugyeom, it was as if you could see the lights more clearly now.

Someone was playing upstairs. Fiddling with the sticks and leaves that had trecked there for a playdate. They were dancing around and jumping excitedly with the light leaves in tow. Distantly, you heard frustrated groans and a yell of frustration, people bustling around you.

Somewhere Mark said “Yugyeom-ah, let’s go to the kitchen to calm down. We will figure this out but first you need a break.”

“Listen, I understand that you want to protect this house but at this point, we need to get out fast and get Y/n-ssi medical attention.” Yugyeom as saying when you fully came back to the present moment.

Jackson was shaking his head tiredly as everyone else stood around them, a heavy sigh leaving him.

“We can’t break a window to get out. There has to be a way to get out that doesn’t damage the house!”

“Hyung! We’ve checked. I don’t get your instance of not breaking something. Surely the homeowners will understand.” Yugyeom said, waving around at others who nodded along.

“Yeah. I’ve talked to them before. They’re super understanding! I am sure they half expected something to happen at a house party too. They’ll understand.” Bambam said, smiling nervously as he watched Jackson become more and more agitated.

“Yeah! Why can’t you listen to me? They won’t be understanding because they don’t know! I’ll get fired and they’ll charge me with a fucking crime or something! I don’t know! But we got to keep this house intact!”

Silence filled the room at Jackson’s confession, your mind slowly catching up to what he just said… the homeowners didn’t know…

Slowly you spoke, trying hard to speak clearly, “What do you mean you didn’t get permission, opp-”

“Don’t tell appa!” Jackson quickly cut you off, fear in his face as he pleaded with you.

“A-Appa?” Jinyoung repeated, looking between Jackson and you suspiciously.

“No way! Are you two siblings?” Youngjae asked, his face twisted in betrayal as he looked over at you for answers. You looked away, disappointed in yourself.

“No need to look so upset about it, dongsaeng. We both know you hate me.” Jackson scoffed and you looked up alarmed.

You didn’t hate him. He’s the one who didn’t like you!

“Hoel… I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” Youngjae said, his voice quiet as he turned away from you and leaned in to Jaeboem, who was looking at you with many swirling emotions.

Everyone was.

You looked over at Bambam, hoping to see something akin to a look of understanding on his face… disappointment. Fuck. Why did you have to be such a damn screw up?

“Listen! I-I didn’t want to ruin your relationship with him.” You sighed and curled in on yourself, ignoring the stabbing pain from your ankle as you did, “J-J-Just because he’s disappointed in me and hates my guts doesn’t mean you two can’t have a go-good relationship.” Your voice cracked as tears threatened to spill.

This wasn’t something you wanted to talk about ever. You weren’t prepared.

And their expressions didn’t help.

You’d disappointed everyone it seems. Mark… Yugyeom… Jaeboem… Bambam… Youngjae… Jackson… even fucking Jinyoung.

God. Tonight has been so much.

Sighing and shaking your head, you stood up, “I-I need space. I m sorry.”

Everyone stood still and watched silently as you hobbled upstairs, each step underlined by a sharp stabbing pain and a quiet wince. Their upset burned into you from behind.

Maybe it was the pain or your exhaustion but the higher you climbed, the fuzzier your vision became. Your ears were ringing and body tingly as if you’d pinched a nerve by the time you made it to the top of the stairs. Somehow despite your vision becoming fuzzy and your body seemingly disconnecting from your mind, you didn’t struggle to get up the stairs. You’d made it up all in one piece and even managed to rest on the wall nearby to catch your breath.

Those lights from earlier were even closer up here. The child in the lights danced excitedly to you, engulfing you in a hug and inviting you to play. Warmth washed over you as you played with her. Time and space fell to the wayside.

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