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Sollicitus | Mare Altius Quam

Pairing: Yoonmin x Reader

Summary: After several months adrift in space, alone, your ship is pulled onto the planet of Marmoris.

Genre: Alien!au, Angst, Fluff, Poly!au (is that a thing?)

Warnings: Religious Themes (Not human), Violence

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 5.5k Words

A/N: how’s everyone doing? Long time no see :) I apologize for the wait! I have a story plan, but I was actually thinking about how to execute this chapter in the least confusing way, as it delves more into Marmoris’ history.

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      As you drifted off to sleep, you felt yourself floating. Darkness clouded your vision as the world sank away. You hoped it would be a peaceful sleep, but Marmoris had other plans for you. 

      A dark abyss. You were floating in the cool waters of Marmoris. It was an ocean that felt so familiar, yet so foreign. A brief, fleeting, memory of sand and fresh salt-tinged air encapsulated your mind. But the cold waters of this planet you now occupied seeped through. The colors of this water were darker, more potent, as if primed with energy. 

      A woman, with milky blue skin swam from the deep. Her faint outline was glowing with an aggressive presence. She looked unlike anyone you had seen in modern day Acatalepsy. She had a crudely crafted spear in one hand and her webbed feet were elongated as she swam right past you. Braided into her hair was an ornate set of corals and shells of creatures unknown to you. She let out several clicks from her mouth. Behind her, an army of men and women followed. As you were dragged along their current, you felt a pair of eyes on you, and you could tell because you had felt invisible until the hairs on your neck stood up. 

      A younger woman was in the crowd, blending in, but your eyes were drawn to her. For some reason, she had a glowing golden light emanating from her very skin. But no one seemed to notice, and she herself did not seem to have a care in the world. Everyone’s eyes were dead set on a glow in the distance. 

      “What are you doing here?” A voice, one that contained a mixture of many voices, said behind you. 

      You whirled around in the dark ocean. It was the same young woman, although her eyes were a soft glow and her hair held a crown of glistening gold spikes. She tilted her head, the previously faint glow burning brighter. Your wide eyes gave way to the pounding of your heart, but you were somehow acutely aware that you weren’t meant to see any of this. “I…I don’t know why I’m here, to be completely honest.” 

      “Hm.” She observed you. “A human?” 

      You nodded uncertainly. 

      “You don’t look so human in this story, young one.” It felt as if many voices were pushing through to say the same words; barely understandable but terrifying nonetheless. 

      The woman smiled and showed off her pointed teeth. When you looked down, you could see yourself glowing with a faint white outline and to your shock, your arms were covered with markings, thin webbing between your fingers and toes. 

      “What-” You started, dumbfounded, but her icy grip turned you back towards the story unfolding. The glowing light in the distance was no longer distant. It was now right in front of you, and it was no simple ‘glowing light.’ No, it was an ancient city of Acatalepsy. 

      “Just watch.” Her voice, a single, feminine tone, whispered in your ear. 

      And so you watched. You watched as the beings from the deep swam and easily marched into the cave of Acatalepsy. The buildings were not grand, in fact, even the palace was short and barely bigger than a normal Acatalepsian building of the present. 

      “Vitska.” The woman leading the charge barked to the glowing one. 

      Vitska, the golden glowing woman, stepped forward. 

      “Go, find the king.” The woman’s raspy voice clicked and screeched through the air, yet you were able to understand them perfectly, as if you were a born Marmorian. The woman handed Vitska a polished pearl sword. “Bring him to me and I will separate his head from his neck with great care.” 

      “I will, my liege.” Vitska grasped the sword and marched towards the palace. Her simple clothing was made to move and flow in the ocean. Now, the delicately woven shells and leaves dragged against her glistening wet skin. 

      A man sat on the throne. His feet were bare, but he wore a similar skirt to Vitska. His chest was uncovered, showcasing a set of gills and markings most similar to those you had seen on modern day Acatalepsians. Most notably, his skin was illuminated by a faint blue glow. As she entered the room, her face seemed to drain of color. This could not be the man that did this to her people. It just couldn’t be. She blinked a few times and you wondered if she could see the aura around the man.

      “Sortkol!” Vitska shouted, but her clicks and shrills seemed to be music to the man’s ears. He slowly rose and walked toward her. Not you.

      “Vitska, you know this is not the way.” Sortkol clicked. Then, as if seeing his light blue glow that emanated from his body for the first time, her eyes truly widened. She knew that this was not her enemy at all. Still, she held her ground.

      “It became the way when you banished my people to the deep.” But as Vitska charged towards him, the ground shook. When the ground shook, the whole battlefield seemed to go silent. Both Sortkol and Vitska looked around cautiously. The woman with the shell crown ascended the steps towards the palace, seemingly going to fetch her prize. Behind her, Acatalepsy was drowning. 

      Vitska grabbed Sortkol’s arm. 

      “We must run.” Vitska announced. “I do not know who you are, or why Marmoris wants you alive, but we must go.” 

      Sortkol needed no other explanation. Marmorian’s trust in the sea, in the planet, far outweighed any trust in the people around them. As the two disappeared from sight, the scene melted into a ripple of water in an endless abyss. 

      “You wonder why I saved the man I sought to kill?” Vitska asked, now sitting cross-legged in front of you. She appeared to be in the same state as the vision now. The golden glow was muted and her eyes were white as if she were a bottom dweller once more. 

      “It makes no sense.” You whispered. 

      “You humans are quite stubborn, hm? You set your mind to something and you cannot fathom going against orders, especially ones that come from inside, right?” She clicked unhappily. You could imagine her with a cup of tea right now and the image would be perfect. 

      Vitska shook her head in a deep sigh. “My dear, you are not the only one to be plagued with visions from our planet.” 

      “Plagued?”

      “Sleep well, dear. Do not fear the past, fear the present.” 

       You woke in a cold sweat. When you closed your eyes, Vitska’s glowing ones were imprinted in the back of your eyelids. The feeling of being submerged made your ears pop uncomfortably. You rose slowly, swinging your legs over the bedside and gingerly stepping onto the freezing floor. A glow caught your attention. You walked over toward the vanity. 

      Staring at your reflection, you felt panic rising in your throat. You were glowing. Your skin was glowing with a slight white hue. You could hold your arm up to the words written on the side of the vanity and read them in the darkness of the room. Were you going crazy? You blinked a couple times and the glow faded away. With a shaky sigh, you made your way out of the room to start the day. 

      Living on Marmoris could not be described as even close to the torture you felt drifting alone in space. Arguably, you had more mobility in the vacuum of space, but on Marmoris you had company. Not everyone knew your language, but you didn’t think they should. You mostly tried to blend in, ignore the fuzzy feelings in your stomach, and search for ways to get off the planet, hopefully home. You just didn’t belong on Marmoris, as much as the planet seemed to want you to stay. 

      A few weeks had gone by and your daily routine consisted of: waking up, eating with the members of the high council, and exploring the city. Of course, not all members of the council were there at once. Most had duties and some you didn’t see for days on end. For instance, Hoseok liked to connect with the more rural farmers, so he was often gone for a few days a week to check on them. His campaign to bring the farmers’ voices to the table had shaped the culture surrounding food in Acatalepsy. 

      As you rounded the corner to the dining room, a week after your strange dream, you were halted in place. In front of you sat two men, Jimin and Yoongi. But each was glowing a faint hue. Jimin shined in gold and Yoongi in blue. Did you mention it to them? Something told you that you shouldn’t. Maybe it was your suspicions left over from the dream or your guilty conscience telling you that you had made enough trouble already. You sat down to eat and easily slurped down the kelp soups and chomped into the strange fish. The food didn’t taste so foreign to you anymore. 

      It was another quiet morning in Acatalepsy and one by one the members of the high council filed in and out. The dining hall was soon deserted with just you and Taehyung left over. Taehyung finished his soup and instead of simply standing to leave, he stood and took a chair across from you. 

      “Tell me your story.” He said simply, but his intentions were unclear to you. After being safely housed in Acatalepsy for the past several weeks, there was nothing that should have led you to believe any ill intention. However, his sunny smile had never convinced you that he was a trustworthy character. 

      “It’s a long one. Our…passenger ship,” You winced internally at the lie, “lost power inexplicably and then everyone killed each other, leaving…me.” You shrugged nonchalantly. 

      “That must have been tough.” 

      “Yeah that’s one way to put it. But I’m here now and that’s all that matters.” 

      “I suppose it does.” His eyes narrowed skeptically and he stood officially from the table. 

      From around the corner, Yoongi, Jimin, and Jungkook stood talking. Originally, it had been to address Hoseok’s travels to the rural factions of Acatalepsy, but now it had turned to their new visitor. Yoongi leaned against the wall, cast in shadow, while the other two stood across from each other. The older man had his arms cross as the youngest spoke softly. 

      “It is strange how this human seems to coax so much information out of us, yet we know little about her.” Jungkook pointed out, his brows furrowing with suspicion. 

      “Well, I did read once that Humans have a peculiar problem with showing their emotions efficiently. They like to wait until half their lifetimes to show any true part of themselves.” Jimin chided softly. 

      “Hm, isn’t she around middle of her age?” Jungkook scoffed. 

      “Isha.” Yoongi glanced to the side and then fixed Jungkook with a hard stare. “She is still in the first quarter of her lifespan. She does not look like the pictures of middle aged Humans, yet.” 

      “My bad, I didn’t know that I needed to know every little thing about such an invasive species like Humans. I suppose it was only a matter of time, huh?” Jungkook spat with vigor as he turned away slightly. 

      “She is not an invasive creature!” Jimin clicked unhappily. 

      “Well, she isn’t a guest either.” Jungkook finished with a low rumble. “It’s about time we stopped treating her like one.” 

      “Itskol!” A new one, muttered by Yoongi. It was something reminiscent of the human word Asshole. “You are being insufferable.” The eldest man frowned. “She is lost and confused. She has no way off this planet and back home and we have no way to help her.” 

      “You seem awfully compassionate for someone who hates Vita. You have come to care recklessly for the creature.” Jimin suddenly added and Yoongi’s eyes flashed a sense of betrayal that ran deeper than just a simple comment. 

      “If you confront the creature know that I warned you against it, Jungkook.” Yoongi said lowly. “Your fallout will be more shocking than my hatred of Duende.” 

        Jungkook was a vigilant guard, and that wasn’t just because of his strength. No, the man was certainly stronger than most, but it was his keen awareness of others around him that raised him above his peers. He was well-trained to sense intent before action, but with the arrival of a human…well his world was upside down. 

      You were a logistical nightmare for him. He couldn’t stand it. It was hard enough keeping track of the all too eager younger children roaming the streets, but now he had a very curious human in the mix. And this was a creature who most certainly couldn’t survive a rogue encounter with any deep sea creatures. 

      Your curiosity struck him, yes, but it was the way you carried yourself that had him on edge. Jungkook found similarities in the way you walked and the short, clipped, sentences you spoke, with a general or commander under his watch. You reminded him of himself. There was a darkness behind your eyes that spoke of an experience far from being on a ‘simple passenger ship.’ 

      He was on watch for one of the most treasured markets of Acatalepsy. It was started by Hoseok about 100 years or so before when he was a simple fledgling Marmorian. Hoseok had already shown an affinity to agriculture and working with the local farmers at the ripe young age of 130. It was typical for an Acatalepsian to do a work study after school. Hoseok, contrary to the Acatalepsians who wanted to follow Sortitio in the pursuit of public health, like Jin, wanted to help in the rural areas. 

      While Hoseok floated happily among the people, pointing out fresh hyacintho fin and viridi tructa, your stiff form stuck out. Despite slipping through the crowd with ease, you still couldn’t blend in. He wasn’t sure if that was due to the nature of humans or a consequence of training all too familiar to him. See, he was starting to figure you out, but what concerned him more was that he was starting to understand you.  

      If what he believed was true, then he should have every right to be suspicious of you. It just didn’t make sense that you hadn’t figured out a way off this planet by now. As he looked out at the bustling life of his people, his mouth went dry. If your military came and razed this city to the ground, it would be his fault. It would be his fault for bringing you in without another thought. 

      But in the end, his life didn’t truly matter–he was only to be used as a shield for Acatalepsy’s survival. He had no problem sacrificing and putting himself in danger, but he did have a problem with putting others in danger. As time went on, the others got less suspicious, but Jungkook…no, he only got more so. 

      “She never relaxes.” Jungkook pointed out softly as he observed the marketplace. The man standing next to him shifted uncomfortably. 

      “I had noticed that.” Namjoon mused, but his voice had a more introspective tone filled with wonder, less suspicion. 

      “Well, does that not concern you?” 

      “Perhaps only for her own health.” Namjoon thought for a moment and then dipped his head. “She is still very much away from home and struggling.” 

      “Struggling?” Jungkook repeated incredulously. “We give her everything. Food, water, a place to sleep, and insight into our culture.” 

      “And yet it’s still all very new for her.” 

      “I disagree with you, Namjoon.” Jungkook finally put his foot on the ground, a move that surprised the elder councilman. “I disagree with your decision that ‘no one is looking for her’.” He mimicked the older man’s voice, which visibly displeased Namjoon. 

      “You have a lot to learn, fledgling.” 

      “You are being an Isha.” 

      Before Namjoon could retort, the younger had stormed away, presumably to retire to his quarters for the day. Jimin had now appeared at the market, having to gently push away people seeking his clarity. Echoes of will my mother survive? To give me strength, holy one filled the perimeter around him. He was so young to have such a heavy burden. Meanwhile, Yoongi lingered menacingly in the back. Unlike Jimin, people gave the second in command a wide berth. 

      You were simply enjoying the marketplace. The delicately crafted shell necklaces and seaweed parchment stood out to you. Skirts, roughly hewn but made with purpose, reminded you of your dream. The woman with glowing golden eyes pressed into the back of your mind. 

      Your eyes lingered on a red fluorescent ring. You felt a presence and heard footsteps that were only discernible to a trained ear like yours. Unlike past times on Earth, however, you weren’t fearful of the presence. It was familiar, like a soothing current of water and the smell of salt unique to Marmoris. 

      “Would you be interested in learning some of our history?” Yoongi asked.

      You turned to the man, resisting a smile. Yoongi and you were quite alike, you thought. Both of you felt like outsiders, in more ways than one, and Yoongi was even disliked for his differing opinions on Duende. 

      “History?” You had yet to tell any of them about your dream. It was like there was a voice in your head whispering don’t do it. Save it. I will tell you when the time is right. And you were sure it was just in your head, but it felt like a voice whispering in your ear; an eerily feminine voice with glowing golden eyes, “I would love to learn more.” You responded finally and Yoongi shot you a pleased smile.

      You assumed it had been a while since someone foreign needed to learn about their history. And not just foreign, but of another world entirely. 

      “Follow me.” Yoongi guided softly and when he touched your hand to lead you away front he marketplace, a familiar jolting sensation passed between your fingertips. Yoongi’s mouth instantly went dry. This was a familiarly unfamiliar situation; one he’d heard of and had described to him multiple times, but one he’d never experienced. It seemed impossible that Duende could exist in a creature not of Marmoris. 

      First Jimin, now Yoongi. It made no sense to you what this pleasantly surprising feeling was. The sensation was similar to warm water washing over your body, stretching from your fingertips to your heart. In contrast, Jimin’s had felt like a warm buzz of energy. As if you were being embraced by a cup of coffee. Both weren’t unwanted, but their effects had been different. 

      “Strange.” Yoongi mumbled, acknowledging the feeling, but like Jimin, he did not address it further with you. Fine. Two could play at that game. 

      “What is?” You asked, playing dumb, as he walked towards an older building at the end of the marketplace street. 

      “Nothing.” He brushed off your question. 

      The building was made of stone sunken into the walls of the cave. It was the first building you had seen up close that looked to be carved out of the cave. Yoongi watched you touch the cool stone. 

      “You know, lots of people say we shouldn’t take advantage of the cave by carving into it like this.” Yoongi chuckled a little. “But they don’t realize that this was already here.” 

      He went up to the dimpled surface of the rock and pressed his hand to it. He leaned in close and pressed his cheek against it. He whispered a few words, his eyes fluttering closed and he breathed into the pores of the cave’s stone. A stone door slid open to his left. 

      You felt your mouth hang open awkwardly. “You just….whispered into a stone wall and it opened?” You gawked as he walked into the space. 

      “You have to accept the history of this place. It is a sacred tome to Vita and Sorititio. It is where the lovers reunited in death; a symbol of history that is perhaps not as glorious as the words of our elders.”

      You nodded to his words. You were not a stranger to glorified history. You had been taught that the planets Humans were conquering were simply being ‘saved’ from themselves and that your species had to right their planet. But your species had reshaped each planet to home humans, driving away the original inhabitants. Humans had considered Marmoris impossible to colonize, though, the planet being all water, of course. 

      “Come on.” Yoongi motioned for you to follow as he stepped into the dark space that opened. 

      You took a step towards the door, but the door suddenly slid closed. You saw Yoongi’s eyes widen in surprise and his yell was cut off. You pressed a hand to the place where the door just was. It was seamlessly in place again. The stone was slightly warm. You couldn’t hear Yoongi. It was like he had been swallowed by an abyss. 

      “Yoongi?” You shouted against the stone, but there was no answer. Embrace our history and we will show you the way. The voice was deafeningly loud in your ears. Your eyes widened. The voice boomed from behind you, but when you turned around there was no one. Show us you are ready. 

      The sound had you falling to your knees and you braced yourself on the wall. From afar, Jimin watched you. He knew a Duende event when he saw it, for he himself heard these voices as well. It was always best to leave a person undisturbed when these events occurred. But he could imagine you were confused. He found his fist clenched, his mind subconsciously praying for your wellbeing; to have strength. 

      You rested your forehead against the wall and pressed both hands to it as well. You thought back to your dream, which was now striking you as quite real; a reflection of a bloody history buried no so long ago. The way Vitska looked at Sortkol with such fear, the way she spoke to you in many voices–soldiers long passed. And it struck you just how wondrously, and deeply, hidden their true past was. 

      “I’m ready.” You whispered to the stone. “I’m ready to learn all of your history.” 

      You felt a warm sensation in your heart, as if it were beating out of your chest. Then the warmth moved down your right arm and transferred to the stone. The heat spread to your right and a door appeared, glistening white. In the doorway, you saw a glowing figure beckoning you in. 

      “You wish to learn our history? I will show you our history.” Vitska announced, her voice booming through the cavern, yet everyone in the marketplace seemed unaware of your plight. 

      You stepped through the door. 

        Yoongi was nowhere in sight and the glow had faded to a pitch black as you made your way into the museum. A case stood to your left, Vitska’s old battle skirt displayed and behind it was a ghostly image of her charging into battle with the skirt’s rings flying desperately around her. It flickered between the war torn city and a younger Vitska, a child really, with a weapon twice her size. 

      She sliced into rock, but the image flickered again and showed her slicing into a Marmorian. The image moved in slow motion and you absorbed her facial expression. It was one of determination and grief. 

      “I do not know why my mother wanted to retake Acatalepsy, but I was raised to capture the king since birth.” Vitska’s ghostly body had disappeared and now you only tracked her through her steps lighting up in front of you in the darkness. “I cannot say I loved Sortkol, but a certain amount of trauma does bond a person to another, hm?” 

      “Vitska, what happened to you two when you fled?” You questioned her softly as you took in more ghostly images of battle and bloodshed. The blue blood of bleeding Marmorians was somehow more disconcerting than the red blood that leaked from human wounds. 

      “Us?” Vitska suddenly appeared to your right and in the blank void of this sacred site, you could barely see her face. “Well, we swam the deep until we came across the beating heart of Marmoris.” She paused and you stopped walking as another image appeared. A young Vitska and Sortkol stared in amazement at a glowing light in the distance. 

      “It is a hundred miles below you right now.” She whispered. “This is where we returned when we died,” 

      “And it is where we will rest now.” A deeper voice rung across the dim space. 

      A man with shifting marks across his body appeared. His arm wrapped around Vitska’s waist and you instantly knew him to be Sortkol. In the hollow scene behind them, two glowing lights raced through an ancient Acatalepsy amidst the fighting. The city was drowning, water from a restless planet sloshing through the caves. 

      Then suddenly, the fighting stopped. Everyone was looking up as the glowing lights, one gold and one blue, raced through the streets and exploded in an echo that reverberated around the cavern. Two figures in glowing light appeared over where you were standing in the present. One exploded in golden light and new algae formed, covering the cave in a luscious greenery. The other slammed a hammer to the ground, shaking the stalactites from the ceiling. 

      Marmorians from everywhere in the city slowly sank to the ground, pressing their foreheads into the stone. The figures, pleased, disappeared into dust. 

      “Marmoris’ beating heart was dying.” Vitska guided you to a glowing circle, “And we gave our lives to replenish it’s life. The time is coming for a new life source. I wonder who it will be.” She mused.  “I know you have been missing home, so I will give you strength.” 

      You touched the circle and the world exploded. Lights, colors, sounds, and people you had never seen before filled your head. Smiles, celebration, glittering crystals. Kisses on cheeks and weddings. The beach. The rough waves, sand, and people shouting. 

      People. People without stripes and swirls, people who looked like you of every color and size. A warm sun and cold, gray, rain with cities towering into the clouds and small cottages in the countryside. Laughter. You realized suddenly, that Vitska had given you a gift incomprehensible to anyone but you.

      Home. 

       You opened your eyes and a sob tore out of your throat. The woman watched you and you were glad that when you met her eyes they were not pitiful. 

      “Stand, young one.” She commanded and you felt compelled to do so. “I am sorry.” 

      And those words had you clutching your chest. How you longed for the warmth of the sun, and for a moment you had it. 

      “Please.” You whispered and she knew what you wanted. She gently grasped your hands and you felt her as if she was real. She pulled your hands away from your heart, where you were desperately saving the last bit of the sun’s warmth. 

      “I cannot give you any more or you will become corrupt. Use this as strength and drive.” She pressed a hand to the wall and a door slid open, revealing the marketplace through a swirling picture. “Go.” 

      “I can’t.” You whispered. And for the first time since you arrived, you found yourself stuck in place, unable to move from a fading glowing circle. 

      “You must.” and her hands pushed you towards the door until you were face to face with the swirling image. You could see Yoongi staring into the doorway with concern, but his looked past you, as if you were see-through. 

      “I will see you soon, young one.” Vitska said and her voice reminded you of your mother’s. 

      You took a step through the image and when you stepped back onto Acatalepsian’s pavement, you felt your legs wobble. Yoongi was quick to catch your arm as the door shut. 

      “I was so worried, what happened in there?” Yoongi breathed, but you just shook your head. Some things were better left unsaid. You wouldn’t even know where to begin. 

      “I can’t-I can’t explain it.” You choked and you cleared your throat, straightening. The city seemed to thrum under your feet, a beat you hadn’t noticed before. The thrumming helped you get your bearings. 

      Yoongi took in your words and seemed to understand what you meant. 

      “Let’s get you to rest.” He prompted, but you waved him off. 

      “No, no. I can’t sleep.” You didn’t want to see Vitska again. 

      “Are you sure?” Yoongi asked, but you had started to walk away from him. He watched you go with uncertain eyes. 

      You shoved your way through the crowd, in a daze. How had the sun felt so real? Oh, how home was so far away yet so close. You could almost grasp those library books, feel the smile as you laughed with a group of friends. The sand between your toes. You curled your toes. No sand. 

      As you turned down an alleyway you hadn’t discovered, you heard heavy footsteps behind you. The heavy footed nature of a soldier. God, you just wanted to be alone to mourn your home. You could now understand Vitska’s grief stricken face as she battled for Acatalepsy. 

      “So you were simply adrift in space?” Jungkook chirped behind you. 

      You turned, too cross with Marmorians to try and keep up a careful facade. “Mhm.” You hummed with dissatisfaction. 

      “No other motives to your mission?” His eyes darkened and you felt your heart sink. Even as you tried to keep up your lie, you could tell at that moment that he had you figured out. 

      “what makes you assume I had a mission? I was aboard a passenger ship.” 

      “Definitely.” He chuckled, but his fingers curled and flexed uncomfortably. 

      Your eyes drifted to his hands and then to his arms, tensed and ready. Was he scared of you? It made no sense. Unless….he thought you had called reinforcements. 

      “How did you figure it out?” You stated, trying to be light hearted about it. 

      “I know the tactics.” He stated simply. “You don’t want to be perceived as a threat in a foreign planet where you are outnumbered.” He shrugged a little. 

      “But how do you recognize military from another species and planet?” You asked incredulously. 

      “A well-trained soldier can always recognize another of its kind.” His expression softened and his eyes trailed your tensed fists. He didn’t want to escalate anything in a place so close to the public and without the other councilmen knowing, so he backed away slowly. 

      You watched him as he slinked back into the crowd, but even once he was gone you could feel a piercing stare. 

       “What are you doing awake? I thought humans need a, uh, certain amount of sleep.” Namjoon drifted towards you. You sat, thinking, at a well that led into the abyss of Marmoris below. The glowing algae glistened like a thousand stars. The feeling of home that Vitska gave you had long since passed. 

      “We do, but I am suffering from a bit of insomnia.” You said nonchalantly. 

      Namjoon blinked and tilted his head. “I see.” 

      “I wish this was easier.” You mumbled and Namjoon stepped closer. He gave a questioning look and you waved him over to sit. 

      “I know you will probably reject my advice, seeing as I am of another species,” He started. 

      “Go ahead.” 

      “Sometimes one has to be okay with finding a home within themselves, in situations where they do not know the way.” 

      “What do you mean?” 

      “I hope you do not mind hearing a bit of my boring story,” 

      “I do not.”

      “Well, in the crowning ceremony of a High King, they must undergo a trial set by the head Duende. This has passed down for generations. You must spend three nights in the deep and if you come back alive, you are claimed the rightful king.” Namjoon mused and you found yourself truly acknowledging the man in front of you. “My father was quite sick. He had the Languorem before we knew much about it. When he died,” He muttered a quick prayer, “My brother was thrust into the ceremony with little preparation. It is safe to say he never returned.” 

      “And you have no idea where he went?” 

      “It is hard to say, but I spent many years praying to Vita to take care of his soul.” 

      You were surprised when Vitska’s voice whispered in your ear. Through all these stories you had heard of people praying for Vita, you only now heard her voice responding to their pleas. It was a faint whisper that seemed to get louder. 

      You reached over and held his hands. “I am sure he is well taken care of, wherever he is.” 

      Vitska’s words rung in your ears. I have taken care of many souls, but none as gentle as his brother’s. 

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rapper jk really hits different, huh?

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with a smile on your face.

Anon requested on 210315: “Would you write the lyric prompt 52 for Jungkook with the quote being about Jungkook and the reader being in awe of his love ? Thank you!!!”

Song lyric prompt 52: “You’re beautiful, that’s what you are, and I still don’t know how we fell in love.” Jeremy Zucker; orchid.

Find the rest of the prompts here!

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x gender neutral reader

Genre: fluff, (newly) established relationship, holiday-esque (there’s snow, lol).

945 words

No warnings; rated PG.

“I'm just so happy you're living. Wouldn't ask you for more.”

Alternatively, in which Jungkook is awe-struck as he watches the first snowfall of the year, but you’re more content watching him.

A/N: So I’m back on my atmospheric bullshit again. LOL. No, but—I don’t know—there’s something that I’m fond of when writing from a feeling rather than an idea if that makes any sense? These often aren’t my most-popular fics, but they end up being my favourites in the long run. Here’s another one that I find myself thinking about a lot. Although it’s unspecified when this fic takes place during the holiday season, I decided to incorporate it as part of @ficscafe’s holiday event. I saw so many idols excited about the first snow in Korea; this is based on those countless posts from a few days ago.

Here is the song that I used to inspire this fic, along with its lyrics.

•• In a split-second—

"Look!"

—Jungkook's aura transforms.

"It's the first snow."

It's degenerating in a sense, as he submits to the boy-like wonder complete with wide eyes and upturned bitten lips while his pupils hurriedly flicker back and forth as if that's the only way he'll absorb the winter scene in front of him.

"It's not like this is the first snowfall you've seen," you say as you approach your boyfriend, smiling, hand tingling after gently swiping your palm over the top of his head to rid him of the growing layer of fresh snow accumulating in sharp contrast to his dark hair.

It's not windy out; it's rather peaceful, actually. The sun had already set hours ago, so the two of you are bathed in nothing but the dull amber of streetlamps guiding your path home. No, there's some colour, too—and you can see it reflected in Jungkook's eyes. The blues and reds and oranges and greens of the holiday lights strung across your neighbour's street-facing balcony on the other side of the road.

And through all of the lights trying to steal his spotlight, Jungkook doesn't fail to shine brighter than them all.

"You're beautiful."

The boy's eyelashes flutter, damp and cold from the snow's contact, blinking twice and then once more for good measure before he meets your eyes.

The air is still and without another sound that proves you're not the only ones on the planet at this moment, and yet, Jungkook's face reads as if he didn't hear your honest confession.

"You are," you add, keeping your gaze on his and not missing the way his cheeks swell with an even bigger grin than the snow could give him.

He can feel it in his heart—almost akin to yearning, but not in the sense that he's longing for something that's not there, as his everything is already before him: clad in inappropriate footwear for the snowy weather and a long grey scarf that took far too much time to go on clearance. It's a tugging, magnetic connection that draws him two steps closer to you until the tips of your shoes are nearly touching. Your hands are suddenly enveloped in his gloved ones, then pushed inside of his jacket pockets for safekeeping.

The very end of Jungkook's nose is red. From the neon closed sign of the breakfast and lunch cafe beside you or from the temperature, you can't pinpoint with certainty. His nose could be blushing for all you may know.

"Not as beautiful as you," words finally slip from his mouth, competing with the warmth from his hands as the feeling goes straight into your chest—flooding your heart—and then spreads through the rest of your body from there. "And no," Jungkook continues, "it's not the first snowfall I've seen, but it's the first one with you."

He's not wrong, yet you find yourself asking, "But why would that make it any more special?"

Jungkook's been patient with you since you began dating in the springtime. From mild work frustrations to him eventually giving you advice on how to change your career path—yes, Jungkook has been nothing but patient with you.

"Because it's you," he says.

Because he's in love with you, lies beneath the surface.

"Silly," he adds, "anything's special to me when it's with you," stating it as if it's the most obvious fact to him.

If your hands weren't still inside of Jungkook's pockets, you're sure your fingers would be numb by now as the tips of your ears are, along with the point of your nose. But regardless of the cold, regardless of the snow still silently blanketing the earth, peppering infinite frozen kisses onto your exposed skin—Jungkook's warmth is more than enough to keep you cozy.

Awe is an understatement as you stand here now. In fact, you're not sure that there's even a word fitting enough to encapsulate what exactly you feel because of Jungkook. Saying it's love seems like the easy way out. Of course, it's love, but it's also something beyond that. It's Jungkook's thumb as it pads over the back of your hand; it's the urge to lean in and kiss him even though your mouth is dry from the walk here and your lips are surely chapped from the cold.

It's the mutual understanding that although you're less than a block away from home, you remain standing under the open sky, under the first snowfall of the season, because neither of you wants to break this feeling—this funny, funny feeling, whatever it is, love or otherwise—that has taken your souls hostage and refuses to let them go.

You could argue that right now, time has stopped its motion. That is, if the snow, too, stopped—but on and on it cascades down, graceful as ever.

"Let's go home," you whisper as if anything louder than a pin drop will destroy the tranquillity of the outdoors.

"Let's go home," Jungkook repeats, only allowing one of your hands to be free back to your side but keeping the other snugly safe in his pocket.

The world may be silent, but the countless stream of words that could fall from your lips speaks loud enough as it passes through your arm and into your hand, into your boyfriend's hand and up his arm, finally reaching his centre.

You haven't said it aloud yet—the exchange of three words that only when strung together inspire meaning. It’s not that neither of you can be bothered, but you can already feel it stronger than ever.

Jungkook's smile returns as he feels your message.

You lazily stroll home, one of your hands still in his coat’s pocket.

••

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[hongcherry]

Priority || jjk

"Jungkook's too addicted to the chase."

🕷️ Pairing: spiderman!Jungkook x girlfriend!Reader(f)

🕷️ Rating/Genre: NC-17; Angst, action, established relationship, SBaFL au, Marvel au

🕷️ Warning(s): A burning building is part of the story; there's nothing else that I believe is triggering but let me know

🕷️ Word count: 3.0k

🕷️ Beta: @hoebii​ (Thank you for always being so eager to beta my works! You make me so happy and your feedback makes me smile! My heart go boom boom for you c; )

🕷️ Storyline: Before Tangled Thoughts; can be read as a stand-alone

🕷️ Author’s Note: An easy read before my schedule gets hectic. Wanted to write some events before TT for the first time ^-^ Also, my SBaFL survey is still open if you were still interested in sharing your opinions—answers are 100% anonymous and you're not required to answer ALL the questions. My ask is always open with suggestions on what you want to see from this couple (reminder: doesn't mean it will happen but it may). Thank you for supporting this mini-universe!

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Jungkook had taken one step towards his home after webbing a robber when another police car sped past him. It was soon followed by a fire truck—sirens and lights blaring. The better part of him told him he should leave. He’s been on patrol, compromising all the criminals, for four hours straight.

But one more wouldn’t hurt.

Jungkook glanced down at the robber by his feet to admire his handy work. He ignored the steaming glare the man was sending him and gave himself a nod of approval. Despite the exhaustive day he’s had, his steps still had a bounce to them as he walked backwards.

“I called you a ride; they should be here any seco- Ah! Perfect!” He cheered when a police car skidded to a stop next to them. The policeman looked at Jungkook with a mixture of annoyance and approbation. Jungkook was used to getting looks like these. Were the police supposed to feel grateful for Jungkook’s help or were they supposed to feel abashed that a kid was doing their job—perhaps even better?

Jungkook didn’t dwell on their internal turmoil and greeted the man with a smile, despite his mask concealing it.

“Good evening, officer! I’m on my way to help your other pals, but here’s the guy you’re looking for. Bye Mr. Officer; bye Mr. Criminal!”

Jungkook didn’t wait for the policeman to respond and hastily webbed himself into the air. As he did so, a second police car roamed by. He was quick to follow the car’s path—swinging between buildings with ease. He added a few flips and enjoyed the way his heart quickened at the adrenaline rush. He couldn’t suppress the desire to shout his happiness into the air. His hollers were swallowed by the wind that gushed around him as he swung through the city.

He wondered if this is how birds felt up in the sky. The freedom he felt was refreshing. Regardless of the danger he was putting himself in, he felt carefree and free of the world’s trouble (ironically). Each swing had his heart swell with excitement and joy. The thrill was addicting and he never wanted to lose these abilities. At first, they felt like a curse, but now they were a gift. He felt it gave him a purpose for once.

He could finally be somebody.

The police car he was following haphazardly came to halt. Jungkook slowed his swing as he took in the scene in front of him.

It was utter chaos.

You regretted wearing shoes that were a size too small.

You reasoned that “beauty was pain,” but right now, you felt that statement was made for masochists who secretly enjoyed the pain and used feeling pretty as a cover-up. If it weren’t for your fear of germs, you would have taken your shoes off and stood on the concrete with your bare feet. Instead, you leaned against a nearby fence to take off some pressure on your feet. It wasn’t much, but it helped slightly.

The massive golf ball with its wide grin above you was mocking. You glared at the miniature golf’s logo with envy. The pain in your feet was sucking all the happiness from you that the thought of smiling made your lips twitch into a snarl.

It’s been ten minutes since Jungkook was supposed to meet you. He usually arrived five minutes early whenever he met you, but this was the eleventh time he wasn’t early. Perhaps he was busy with homework. It was nearing the end of the semester, so it’s understandable if he was caught up with studying. At least, that was what his other ten explanations were about.

You hated how the thought of him seeing someone else slithered inside your mind. After seeing him bat away all the attention he received when he came back this year, it was clear he wasn’t interested in them the way he was interested in you. Jealousy faded when you realized he wasn’t straying from you despite all the options being thrown at him. However, lately, making excuses seems to be a new skill he’s acquired over the past few months.

Jungkook rarely told you lies. It wasn’t like him to be so secretive around you, so this sudden change had the hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention. Something was off, but you refused to accept the possibility that he was cheating on you. He was loyal to you. Of course, he was. His heart was too pure to be stained with such an act.

Worried he might have gotten into an accident on the way here, you pulled out your phone to dial his number. You pulled your jacket tighter to your body as a strong gust of wind slammed against you. Listening to the dial tone, you took in the multicolored sky. You could spot the hint of orange creeping from the horizon. The clouds were shaped like cotton candy and the birds—

Turned into a man?

You squinted at the strange figure in the middle of the sky. There was a thin string emitting from their wrist while their feet touched with their knees apart. The sound of the phone ringing faded as it dawned on you who that was. You heard people calling them the “Wall-Crawling Bug.” It was your first time seeing them in person. You couldn’t lie and say they didn’t impress you. While there were mixed opinions about the new vigilante, you appreciated their courage to assist in bringing down the crime rate in Seoul.

You didn’t realize the call was going to voicemail until you heard the familiar beep, indicating for you to leave a message.

“H-hey Koo, I was just calling to make sure you’re okay. I’m at Gimmie Par already. Did you get caught up with homework again? Please call me back or let me know where you are,” you hung up the call and frowned when the time appeared on your screen. It’s been twenty-three minutes since you arrived. Your chest felt heavy, but you tried to ignore the sinking feeling.

This is just a phase.

Once finals are over, everything will go back to normal. You and Jungkook will have more downtime for each other. You just needed to be patient for six more weeks. You nodded at your own pep talk, reassuring yourself. You inhaled a deep breath before letting it out slowly. The weight on your chest felt lighter.

“Yn!” A familiar voice shouted. Your head shot up to see who called you, a smile already forming on your lips in anticipation to see who you hoped was your boyfriend.

Jungkook could already feel the heat emitting from the flames before he landed.

His eyes roamed the scene quickly, determining which direction was best to enter. The building appeared to be a clothing store. He wasn’t sure where the fire started but he figured that shouldn’t be his concern at the moment. There were still people inside from what he could gather. Without another thought, he webbed himself through a shattered window, feeling the heat from the flames graze his legs.

The flames were quick to consume the clothes on the racks. He knew he didn’t stand a chance against the fire. It was growing too fast to stop it in time to save anyone.

“Where are you?” He shouted, trying to use his voice only when needed so he didn’t have to inhale too much smoke.

“Here!” Voices shouted from a room to his left. The door was closed and he knew once he opened it, he wouldn’t have much time to get them out.

“How many of you are there?” He shouted as something crashed to the floor behind him. He eyed the door handle as he spoke. He knew it would be hot, but his suit should allow him not to get burned.

There were a few coughs before someone replied, “Two!”

“Okay,” he said through his own cough. “When I come in, both of you hold onto me.”

He gave them a second to digest his words before he counted down from three. Seconds after he swung the door open, one male and one female clung onto his slender form. He hadn't carried two people at once before, but he wasn’t sure if he had enough time to come back. His eyes darted across the room, found a path, and quickly swung through it. His swinging was slowed from the weight but he was able to make his way through it successfully. As soon as he was out of the building, the two people let him go. He was floored with thank yous until a frantic voice erupted through the crowd.

“Where’s my sister?” The man screamed, head turning side to side in search of his sister. When none of the survivors came forward, Jungkook knew something wasn’t right. The man’s eyes were wide in fear. He began making his way towards the flaming building, ready to risk his life to save his sister. Jungkook’s arm raised across the stranger’s chest. The man’s heart-shaped lips transformed from a deep frown to a scowl. Jungkook could see the determination in his eyes, but he wasn’t going to allow a civilian to go into the building.

Before he could hear the man scream at him, Jungkook made his way into the burning building once again.

“Hello? Is anyone here?” He shouted, hurriedly traveling through the building, looking for any rooms he had missed. The store wasn’t big, but some areas were already blocked from the fire. He strained his ears, waiting for a reply that didn’t come.

Jungkook’s heart was racing. He wasn’t going to last long in the building since the smoke was growing heavier.

Suddenly, a closed door came into view. It was near the changing rooms, flames making their way to block the entrance. This had to be it. Without another word, he threw the door open. Laying on the floor was a young girl. His eyes quickly scanned the room, making sure there weren’t any other people. Luckily, it was only the young lady.

Jungkook scooped her up in his arms. Her eyes were heavy, breathing shallow, but still conscious. She was coughing and Jungkook could hear how hoarse her voice was. If she were screaming, her throat wouldn't allow it to be loud anyway. Jungkook her tightly to his body as he maneuvered his way throughout the collapsing building.

As soon as he exited, the man came rushing to his side along with the paramedics. She was taken from his grasp and transferred onto a stretcher. Her brother followed, repeating that he was there and she was going to be okay. In his rush, something fell from his wrist. Jungkook quickly leaned down and picked up the item. It was a threaded bracelet with the letters JHS strung on it.

“Hey wait!” Jungkook called and rushed to the ambulance. He held the bracelet up to the man, who was climbing into the vehicle. The man whipped his head up and widened his eyes when he saw his missing bracelet. He grabbed the item from Jungkook’s hand and stuffed it in his pocket.

“Thank you,” the man said with so much sincerity it made Jungkook’s heart clench. This wasn’t the first time he’s been told this, but the man’s voice affected him differently.

“Thank you for everything. You’re doing good work,” the man continued, giving him a small bow before sitting next to his sister. The doors shut before Jungkook could reply. He watched as the ambulance sped away.

The adrenaline pumping through Jungkook’s veins had him feeling jittery. Before the police could interact with him, he webbed himself onto a nearby building. His breathing was heavy and he quickly sat down, leaning back on his hands as he let his head hang backwards. He felt lucky he was able to get everyone out. He knows there is going to be a time where he can’t save everyone, but he’ll always try to. He just hopes his fear doesn’t come to fruition.

You tried your hardest to not let your smile falter at the sight of Jimin. Jimin was followed by Taehyung and Namjoon, who had matching smiles on their faces. Although you had come for Jungkook, Jimin insisted you hang out with them until Jungkook showed up.

One talent your friends had was the ability to get you to forget about your troubles. Even if it were only for five minutes. Your disappointment grew with each minute that ticked by. The laughs you shared with your friends were half-full. The thought of not laughing with Jungkook lingering in your mind caused your forming smile to falter quickly. You wished it was him you were here with. This was meant to be a time you could rekindle your feelings. Although your feelings never diminished, you couldn’t stop the seed of thought that he was growing in a different direction. That he was beginning to detach from you but wasn’t sure how to tell you.

Your friends drove you home that night. They sang loudly with the windows rolled down in hopes to see you smile. It worked slightly, but they knew your thoughts were elsewhere.

On your way home, you could’ve sworn you saw the vigilante swinging from the rooftops in the direction you were coming from, but the sight was fleeting. You wondered if they ever felt trapped in their own thoughts. They were human after all, right? Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they felt on top of the world with no worries in sight. Free as the bird you had mistaken them for earlier. How blissful that would be.

Your phone lit up in the dark car as you checked your notifications. It shouldn’t surprise you that the name you were hoping to see wasn’t there.

“Yn,” a soft voice called to you. “It’ll all work out somehow.” Your eyes glanced up to see Namjoon offering you his kind smile. You returned it weakly, giving him a small nod even though you weren’t sure if things would work out.

Although you’ve been suppressing your truest thoughts, they were seeping through the cracks. It was becoming more difficult to shove them under the rug as time passed. You didn’t want to cling onto false hope, but you wanted to cling onto Jungkook. Lately, it’s been a guessing game. Would he show up late or on time? Would he show up at all? At one point, the answer was obvious, but now it all seemed foggy. Jungkook was becoming the mystery you never thought you’d have to solve.

It wasn’t until he overheard a couple at his next crime location that he remembered the date.

He quickly soaked up the praises he received from those who he just saved before he was darting into the sky. After having broken three phones from bringing them on his patrol, he decided to leave the device at home. He could have stopped by his home because he didn’t doubt you had rung him, but he figured if you were still at the golf area, that would be better and quicker. He didn’t want to make two trips: one to his house and one to the putt-putt area.

He had grabbed his stashed backpack from the familiar alleyway, changing before he got close to Gimmie Par. It wasn’t long before he found out you had left. The employee he had asked told him he had seen you leave with three other people who appeared to be your friends. While Jungkook was glad you weren’t alone, the guilt inside his chest grew.

Jungkook was tossing his backpack on his bedroom floor when he dialed your number. Your voice was groggy when you answered.

“Are you okay?” Were the first words that came from your end. Jungkook was taken aback, confused on why you were asking.

“I’m fin- Actually, no, I’m not. I’m not okay. I’m so sorry about tonight,” he stumbled over his words. His heart was pounding. He recalled the numerous times he’s had to have this call. It was easy to imagine this would be the last one considering you could end this. He couldn’t blame you if you did after standing you up several times, but he was too selfish to let you go. He needed you, even if he didn’t show it.

“Yeah,” you murmured. “It’s fine.” It wasn’t really, but the saying fell from your lips before you could stop it. It was just so easy to forgive him. Though, the pang in your chest was evident in your voice and contrasted your words.

“I should go, Jungkook,” you said before he could answer. “Talk to you tomor-“

“Wait,” Jungkook interrupted hurriedly before you could hang up. “I can come over. We can talk.”

“It’s too late,” you replied.

Jungkook paused, mind whirling with what you meant by that. Perhaps he was overthinking. That was it. He was just thinking too much about your reply. Yet, the unsettling feeling didn’t cease.

“Too late to come over or too late for us?” Jungkook gulped, palms becoming sweaty as he waited for your answer. He really wanted to sneak out to your home, but he was too nervous you’d kick him out. You probably wouldn’t, however, he didn’t want to test it.

A sigh came from the other line. “Jungkook, I’m really tired. Let’s talk tomorrow, okay?”

It wasn’t a direct answer to his question like he wished for. Though since Jungkook didn’t want to believe it was the latter, he made himself believe you were truly too tired and it was truly too late to go over.

“O-Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he stuttered and before he could say goodbye, the line went dead.

Jungkook bowed his head, muttering incoherent sentences as he scolded himself for the nth time. His gaze locked onto his backpack where his suit was in. Had he gone home when he planned, he would’ve remembered the date. He could’ve been early, for the first time in three months. He could’ve seen your bright smile. He could’ve stolen kisses after you got a good score. Yet, he got caught up behind the mask.

No matter how many times he told himself he wouldn’t let Spider-Man control his life, he couldn’t stop joining the chases.

Did you catch the reference to Warning Signs? 😉

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[lookingforluna]

Risky Rendezvous || jjk

☾Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Reader

☾Word Count: 2.6k

☾Rating: G

☾ Genre: fluff, romance, established relationship!, idol!au

☾Warnings: none

☾Summary:  Your boyfriend Jungkook decides to take you out on a date during his day off. Everything is going well until some of his fans spot the two of you. It wouldn’t have been a big deal, but it is because you’re secretly dating.

☾ A/N: Hi there this might look familiar because it was from my previous account. I now go by Luna and I’m happy to be back on Tumblr! I’ll be posting a majority of my old stories, but I have many new ones planned 💙

"You know you're really obvious right now? We're gonna get caught because of you," you mumble quietly to your boyfriend, who sits across from you, fixing his mask and sunglasses. The café the two of you were sitting in was luxurious. It wasn't your average café, it was the Vogue café. Jungkook had brought you here on a date because it was such a high-end place. To eat here, you needed to have money, which meant the likelihood of fans finding you two here was very slim. 

Right now, the black hat on Jungkook's head, however, isn't doing much to conceal his messy curls peeping out. Even though he has his disguise on, you're sure fans will be able to spot him with just those curls alone. You watch as Jungkook lets out a loud breath of air, his curly hair blowing up from the sudden burst of wind. You can't help but let out a little giggle at how cute he looks, pulling off his hat, sunglasses, and mask. 

"Fine. Do I look less suspicious now?" He huffs out, looking at you with his wide doe eyes. You nod your head, a broad smile on your face as you can now fully enjoy the sight of your handsome boyfriend before you. "Well, keep these in your purse for me," he says, sliding the hat, mask, and sunglasses over to you, a wide grin stretching across his face. You narrow your eyes at him as his cheeky grin still sits on his lips.

"Last time I checked, this is my purse. Buy your own purse to carry your things," you tease, sticking your tongue out at him. 

 "Oh really now, Missy," he smiles, folding his arms on the table and leaning over towards you. You nod at him and watch as a little smirk lifts at the corner of his pink lips.

"Last time I checked, I'm the one who bought you that purse, Sweetheart," he smirks, stressing the last word. 

A gasp escapes your lips, and you can't help but let out a pout in defeat. He chuckles at the look on your face and places a quick peck on your pouting lips before he settles back in his chair, fingers happily hauling a mini fruit tart into his mouth. You pull the things into your purse, peeking beneath your eyelashes to see Jungkook already staring at you. 

"What?" You mumble out as Jungkook's eyes twinkle with amusement. 

"Nothing. I'm just watching you put the things into our purse," he smiles, showing his bunny teeth as he tilts his head. You really want to throw the bag at his head because you knew he was just pushing your buttons. You mumble a quiet "shut up" as you set your purse back on the chair only to be met with his dark brown eyes still looking into yours. 

"What did you say, baby? I couldn't hear you," Jungkook smiles while quickly pulling his bottom lip into his mouth. He heard you loud and clear, he just loved bothering you. 

"I said shut up," you whine as you throw your head back, getting tired of your boyfriends teasing. "I would shut up, but you'd miss my voice too much," he winks, raising one of his eyebrows as he tries to taunt you with his charm. 

You can't help the flush that takes over your cheeks as you stare at the man in front of you. It still surprises you how Jungkook could change from this cute, cuddly bunny boy to this sexy, confident man in less than a second. 

"Ooooo, someone looks flustered. Am I that tempting?" Jungkook asks, smirking as he runs a hand through his tousled black curls. You let out a huff in defeat because as much as you wanted to deny it, he was right. He was always tempting, and it took everything in you to keep your hands to yourself, especially in public.   

Jungkook lets out a high pitched laugh as he throws his head back, giggles escaping his mouth as he claps his hands cutely. This is precisely what you meant, he could pull a complete spin on you like that. 

"Yeah, well, you're not that tempting when you giggle like Elmo," you shoot back, a pleasant smile sitting on your lips. You watch as the smile is quickly wiped off of Jungkook's face, a pout replacing it instead. 

"That was mean," he pouts while folding his muscled arms across his chest, his black t-shirt being stretched even tighter against his frame. 

"Awww, I'm sorry I hurt your feelings, Kookie," you reply in a baby voice while leaning over to place a kiss on his pouting lips. A wide smile breaks out across his face as he chases after your lips, his hands pulling your cheeks back to him so he can steal another kiss. 

"Now I'm satisfied," he winks as his tongue swipes across his lips before devouring a chocolate chip cookie.  

"You're such a dork," you giggle while shaking your head, watching as he gleefully eats his cookie like a child.         

"Kook, where are you taking me now? I'm getting tired," you pout as your boyfriend drags you along the streets of Busan, a bunny smile on his face as he looks at you. 

"Just a little further, baby. I promise it'll be wor-," his sentence gets cut off as his bumps into someone. He turns to apologize when suddenly you hear loud gasps. 

Your eyes widen as you take in the sight of three girls, maybe a year or two younger than you. They are staring at your boyfriend with wide eyes, obviously recognizing him without his disguise on. "Jungkook," one of the girls says in a high pitched voice, her eyes looking like they'll pop out of her head. The other two looked just as stunned, their mouths slightly parted, and cheeks flushing furiously. 

Slowly you take a step away from Jungkook, secretly letting his hand drop before the girls could notice. You watch as the girls squeal about how much they love him and the boys. They stumble over their words, as they all talk over each other. You can't help but let a smile caress your lips as you see the attention Jungkook gives the young fans, hanging onto every word the girls say. 

Suddenly one of the girls' pauses and the others notice. Her eyes land on you, and her brows suddenly furrow as she looks you up and down. 

"Who are you? Are you Jungkook's girlfriend?" 

You're frozen in your spot at the sudden change in her tone. It was harsher than you expected, and you found yourself unexpectedly flinching. You let out an awkward forced laugh as you shake your head quickly, raising your hands in front of you. 

"Uh, no. No, no, no, we're just friends," you say hurriedly, stumbling over your own words. You feel uncomfortable under their stares, and you have no idea what to do. If looks could kill, you would be dead right now. 

"What?" 

Your head snaps over to Jungkook, and his hand grabs yours, intertwining your fingers. You hear the soft gasps that leave the girls' mouths, shocked at the display Jungkook had just made. 

"W-what are you doing?" You quickly say, trying to pull your hand out of Jungkook's, not liking the sudden attention the two of you had managed to gain. 

There were now more girls surrounding both of you, and Jungkook could tell that you were starting to freak out. He dealt with fans daily, but you had never been in a situation like this, and he could see it was getting to you. 

"I'm holding your hand," he says with a firm tone, his eyes staring into your own. 

"Wait, she's Jungkook's girlfriend?" You hear one girl shout in the small crowd that had surrounded the two of you. As you stood there, Jungkook's hand in yours, his eyes locked on yours, you could hear the mumbles and words being tossed around, some sweet and then some not so kind. 

"No, she's not. She can't be," one fan shouts loudly, causing others to chorus in agreement. Your breath hitches as you suddenly feel lots of words being thrown your way. Jungkook doesn't like the way some of his fans are acting towards you, and suddenly, he finds himself standing in front of you, creating a barrier between them and you. One of his arms wraps around you, pulling you tightly against his back, wanting to keep you safe. 

The voices quiet down as the girls all notice Jungkook's sudden protectiveness over you. They had never witnessed Jungkook like this before, it was a new sight, and the fans had no idea how to react. Your hands fist the back of Jungkook's black shirt as you close your eyes tightly, head pressed against his back. You wanted to block all of this out. You wish you could turn back time and avoid all of this. 

"I told you she is! Aww, they're so cute together," you hear a voice loudly shout as other voices join in. 

"No, she isn't," another girl wailed as she tried to deny the truth. You could feel Jungkook getting tense, he was obviously getting annoyed at the situation. This was not how he planned to spend the day together. 

"If she isn't, then why do I have her as my wallpaper? And why is she wearing my ring?" Jungkook loudly states, causing even more gasps to break from the crowd. Your eyes widen as you suddenly realize that you were wearing his ring today. You never imagined he'd point it out to his fans, though. 

Jungkook was determined to prove that the two of you were together, and you honestly felt nervous about him doing so. If you could see his face right now, you were positive he would be staring at the girls with one of his brows raised, daring another girl to say something about you. You stand there behind Jungkook, waiting to see what would happen. The secret was out of the bag, and instead of trying to hide it, Jungkook announced it like it was nothing. 

A loud commotion towards your right causes you to look over and release a loud sigh when you see bodyguards heading your way. The two of you would finally be out of this chaos. 

"Jungkook, what is this?!" You screech loudly, throwing your phone at him, where he lies on your shared bed. He lets out a loud groan as your phone hits him right in the stomach, his hands instantly clutching the area. 

You let out a loud squeal as you run over, jumping onto the bed and making your way towards him. "I'm so sorry, baby," you say over and over again as you rub over his stomach, hoping to help ease the pain. The pained expression on his face slowly disappears, and he lets out a deep breath, his lips puckering as air escapes his lips.  

"I didn't mean to hit you, baby," you mumble against his lips as you place a soft kiss there, hoping he could see how sorry you were. 

"It's okay beautiful. I know you didn't mean to," Jungkook replies, pulling you into his chest, his arms wrapping around your hips as you bury your face into his neck. You take a deep breath letting his comforting smell of soap and laundry surround you. 

You sigh in content when Jungkook places a soft kiss against your forehead as his fingers draw circles against your hip. "Now, why were you screaming like a madwoman?" He laughs softly as he looks down at you, his eyes tracing over every inch of your face. 

You let out a gasp as your hands scramble for you phone, shoving it into his face so he could read what you saw. "It's a statement from BigHit," Jungkook says, his eyes flickering down towards yours. You nod, encouraging him to continue reading. 

Hello, 

This is BigHit Entertainment. 

It has come to our attention that there was an incident earlier involving Jungkook. We would like to state that the boys are on break and that each of them has their own private lives. They are all entitled to their personal privacy, and what occurs during these moments should not become a concern for the public. Furthermore, the pictures are spreading across the internet of Jungkook and a female earlier today in Busan. We are confirming that Jeon Jungkook and the female are indeed in a relationship and would like to urge fans to respect their privacy. Jungkook has always tried his best to make his fans happy, and now we ask of you to do the same. Please be respectful of the new couple and send them nothing but love. We are delighted to welcome Y/N into the BigHit family.   

Thank you. 

 A wide smile breaks across Jungkook's face as he finishes reading the post. His eyes light up and twinkle like Christmas lights, as his cheeks begin to turn pink from all of his smiling. "Baby! This is amazing," he shouts loudly before pulling you onto his chest. You let out giggles as Jungkook continues to let out high pitched squeals, excitement bursting through him. 

"I know I'm so happy. I can't believe it," you smile as Jungkook places quick pecks all around your face. You try to roll away from him, but his hands pull you back until he's tickling the breath out of you. 

You can't help the screams that fly out of your mouth as your limbs move in all different directions. Happiness is bubbling out of you, and you can feel Jungkook's own happiness surrounding you. 

Lots of vibrations from your phone suddenly causes the two of you to stop. Jungkook leans against the headboard, phone tightly in his hand as his brows furrow at the screen. "What is it, Kook?" You ask as you crawl into his lap. 

 His arm automatically wraps around your waist, holding you close to his chest. He props his chin onto your shoulder and lets out a sigh. "It's the antis. They're saying really harsh things. You shouldn't worry about it, baby," he explains as he peppers small kisses along your shoulder and up to your neck. 

"But Koo-," you're cut off by Jungkook before you can finish your sentence. His hand comes up, grabbing your chin, turning your face until your staring into his brown eyes.  

"Don't listen to any of those harsh comments. I love you, and you love me. That's all that matters. It's you and me against the world, baby. I can finally show my princess off. You're my everything, and I'll make sure everyone knows that" Jungkook promises as his soft lips connect with yours. 

The kiss is passionate and slow. Everything he was trying to convey could be felt through those few seconds shared between the two of you. At that moment, you knew this was where you belonged. He is the man for you, and the only place you belong is in his arms. 

Jungkook pulls back and places a long kiss against your cheek, your eyes widening in surprise as you hear a 'click'. You look down to see Jungkook's phone, the picture of the two of you. Jungkook's eyes were closed, and one of his hands cupped your cheek as his lips pressed against it. Your eyes were wide in surprise, and your mouth open in a wide grin clearly caught off guard. The picture was perfect. The two of you looked perfect, and you couldn't help but melt into Jungkook's arms as he posted the photo to Twitter.   

Say hi Y/N. 

Now I get to show you off to the entire world.  

When I'm with you, I'm the happiest man on this planet. 

I have so many reasons to be happy, and you're one of them.  

Here's to the new memories we'll create. 

I can't wait for our journey together.

So take my hands now,

You are the cause of my Euphoria. 

I love you Y/N 

 #JK 

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[artaefact]

6:16 a.m. — 0.7k words | FLUFF, college au, soft soft boyfriend!jungkook | jeon jungkook x reader | pg-15 | super soft jk

Sitting in the middle of the washing machine room, you stare blankly at the washing machine with your arms crossed. The whirring of the machines lulls you into a whole state of blankness.

After pulling an all-nighter to finish your final report, a full rest is what you deserve. All your assignments are finally done and finalised before the clock strikes six in the morning, just an hour before your deadline.

But as you were about to faceplant yourself on your bed, you remembered that there was a stack of laundry that needed to be washed urgently. Resisting the lulling temptation your soft bed and warm blanket evokes, you begrudgingly forced yourself to do your laundry first before the well-anticipated rest.

Now, here you are, still staring blankly into the working machine and eyes gradually drooping.

Just for a while, and your eyes close for a bit. Just a little rest.

Hell, thirty minutes have never felt so fast. The machine beeps loudly, and your eyes snap open, blinking once. Then twice. You sluggishly stand up from the bench and stride to the washer, moving your clothes to the dryer. Then you wait again (this time standing up, so you won’t fall asleep), nearly drifting back to your state of blankness when the door of the laundry room bursts open.

“Babe?”

Ah. At the familiar voice, you remember that you have a boyfriend who happens to have the knack for knowing your whereabouts, even when it’s just a mere guess. Said boyfriend strides inside the room excitedly, his doe eyes zeroing on you before he dashes and envelopes you in his arms. You stumble back, nearly losing your balance.

Jungkook giggles as he buries his nose on the crook of your neck. “I came here as soon as you told me you were done with your report.”

“I’m gonna go to sleep after this, though. How on earth do you have this much energy early in the morning?”

“Doesn’t matter. I can sleepover.” He tightens his arms around you, voice muffling against your oversized hoodie. “I just miss you so much. You haven’t been giving me much attention these few days.”

Dazed, a small smile appears on your lips as you pull away slightly to meet his eyes. “Did my baby bunny miss me that much?”

Without hesitation, Jungkook nods. “Yes, your baby bunny misses you very much.”

You gape at him. Honestly, that was meant to be a joke, expecting Jungkook to scrunch his face in distaste at your teasing. However, his unexpected response throws you off. So, you push him away, creating distance between the two of you while feigning a cringed expression. “Oh my goodness, I can’t believe you actually said that!”

Jungkook whines, following you in an attempt to close the distance between you both again. “I can’t help it! I’ve been deprived of you, and it has affected me in more ways than one!”

A few moments later, he manages to corner and successfully engulfs you back in his arms. He leans down, cupping your face gently with his hands and pepper kisses all over. “I—” smooch “—love—” smooch “—you—” smooch “—so so much.” smooch.

Then he sighs in contentment as you wrap your arms around his waist, inhaling his comforting scent. You mumble against his chest, “I love you too, bunny.”

His chest rumbles at his chuckle. With a hand softly caressing the back of your head, he kisses your temple. “I’m letting that slide for now because you are so adorable.”

You shake your head. “Not adorable. You’re the adorable one.”

“Alright, baby. Whatever you say,” Jungkook laughs lightly, savouring this warm moment with you.

Humming softly in response, you keep your eyes shut, this time with your whole body leaning against your boyfriend’s. You nearly drift to sleep when the dryer beeps, breaking the silence. “Ugh,” you groan, face still buried on his chest. “I feel like death.”

Smiling, Jungkook places a lingering kiss on your temple again. “C’mon, I’ll help you with your laundry, and then you can finally sleep.”

“Will you give me lots of cuddles?”

“Yes,” he coos, literally regarding you with heart-eyes. “All the cuddles you want.”

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[biaswreckme]

no restraints | jjk

answer to this request: Can you do a soft idol jungkook request of his girlfriend tracing his arm tattoos as they catch up after a day apart? The recent run bts episode wrecked me

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader (established relationship)

Member: Jungkook

Genre: fluff

Triggers/Warnings: tattoos, shirtless jungkook cuddles

Length: 972 words

Beta reader: thanks so much to @taegularities @hoebii and @heejinnien for reading and catching things that i missed and making this so much better ♥

It has been a long day, but waiting for the evening to finally arrive has definitely been worth everything. You get home at different hours; you usually get to the apartment early, your work finishing at a regular time, and Jungkook comes whenever they are done with rehearsals, recording, performing, filming, or whatever the band is scheduled to do that day. More often than not, he gets home very late at night, exhausted, on the verge of falling asleep but holding on just enough to have a conversation with you, asking about your day, saying he loves you. You try to put as much effort as he does, getting a bath ready for him, cooking his favorite meals when you have enough time, asking about his work, holding onto him tightly, and caressing him softly until he falls asleep.

Today, Jungkook arrives earlier than usual, but he has the same tired look in his eyes. They were just going over some choreography and planning some new songs, but you can see how much rehearsing and not being able to perform is affecting him. You thank your past self from a couple of hours ago for having the forethought of buying some ice cream on the way home and making enough dinner for two. After an overall quiet meal – the comfortable silence of two people who are in love and do not need to fill every second with meaningless conversation to try to get each other’s attention – and a warm bath for him, you two are now in bed. Jungkook does not bother putting on a shirt, the need for skinship with you talking louder than the slight chill in the air.

The only light in the room is coming from the lamps on the bedside tables, one on each side of the bed – his usually stays off, as he falls asleep before you and sometimes you like to stay up reading, one hand in your book and the other touching his hair. The heater is on and you are under the covers, bare legs entangled, his arms around you, his chest to your back. You feel him press his nose against the sensitive skin of your neck and goosebumps cover your skin as he smells you, humming and nuzzling more into you, his arms hugging you even closer to him.

There is a long stretch of peaceful silence that neither of you is making the effort to break, and you have learned that sometimes having you within his embrace is all he needs to recharge, to unwind any unwanted thoughts that might perturb his mind in these difficult times. So you wait until he is ready to speak, knowing the signs too well, maybe even better than you know yourself.

Your eyes glance to his bare arms and you let your palm ever so softly touch the inked skin, lifting it, so your fingers can start tracing his tattoos. Your touch is almost ticklish, the very tips of your fingers stroking the crisscrossed words etched into his skin, and you hear – and feel – him sigh.

“I saw the new episode today, the one with chef Baek Jong-won,” you start, feeling the moment appropriate for a break in the quietness. “I’m so happy you don’t have to hide them anymore.” Your fingers move to the colored eye, slowly tracing its shape, the colored ink contrasting on his light soft skin.

He nods against your neck, a soft smile gracing his lips as they press on your skin. “I’m glad too. I always felt bad for the editors. It’s so much work to blur them in pictures and every single video that comes out.”

He has expressed this worry to you before, knowing that growing into his own personality and expressing his artistic creativity on his own body could have a cost to other people around him – and himself. You love how much he has grown, how much he has changed, more comfortable with himself and becoming the man he is. Your pride for him is overwhelming sometimes, the emotion taking over your body even now as you turn around in his embrace, looking into his eyes. You shift your body backward just a fraction so you can have his arms between your bodies, one of your hands still on his forearm while you raise the other enough to caress his hair. Your fingers comb his blonde strands, a little softer now that you helped him treat it with some hydrating conditioner a few times since they bleached his hair this light. You love the duality in him, how he can look so tough on stage and so soft and wide-eyed in his vulnerable moments with you.

“I’m so proud of the man you’ve become, Jungkook.” The feeling overtakes you, the need to express it verbally to reassure him growing stronger as you see him look at you with a little uncertainty. “People will see that too, Army will see that too, and they’ll love you for it.” You trace the four-letter word on his fingers and press your lips to his. “Now tell me all about what you guys have been planning. I’m your girlfriend, but I’m still Army and I want my exclusive access information,” you say and laugh against his lips.

The mood in the room is much lighter now, his demeanor more relaxed as he tells you some of the plans for the following months. He cannot tell you everything; this would ruin some of the surprises. But you can feel in the way his body is cuddling yours that he is not as anxious anymore, some of his worries about this new part of him being shown to the world fading away with each soft touch of your fingertips on his black ink.

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[armysantiny]

00:30 – 남준 (Namjoon)

P: Namjoon x gender neutral reader | G: fluff, timestamp | Inc: losing files, Weverse, Namjoon's studio, coffee and snacks | Wc: 204 | W: food | R: G

Walking into Namjoon’s studio with two coffees and snacks in hand, y/n froze in place when they noticed the distress in the man’s face. It wasn’t like him to be so down while working on his music. Setting the food and drinks they had brought with them on the coffee table, y/n walked over to the stressed artist and wrapped their arms around Namjoon, a comforting peck pressed against his cheek.

“Joon, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“Mhm…” exhaling as he pushed the stress aside, Namjoon continued, “the song files I was working on got deleted. I’ve been working on these for a few months, it’s stressing me out now…” Watching in an overwhelmed silence as y/n went through the files themselves and handed him his drink, Namjoon took to his phone. It wouldn’t hurt to let the fans know, would it?

“I think I’ve found a way to get it back – wait, what did you do?”

“Posted about it on Weverse, I think some army’s found a similar solution too.” Showing the results of his post with a relieved smile, Namjoon laughed when y/n pulled him in for a kiss, an equally relieved smile on their face too.

“Saved by the fandom, huh?”

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[ssscentral]

One More Time

Summary: Your touch was addictive, your scent intoxicating. He wants that back so badly, but he needs another chance. Just one more time.

pairing: Seokjin x female reader

rating: GA

genre: angst, mild fluff

warnings: pining, heartbreak, only mentions of sex, but everything very sfw

wc: 3k

member: Rid || @taegularities​

a/n: Hello! Back with the second fic in the Bouquet Collab series. Each one of us chose a flower and wrote a fanfic around the meaning of it! These were just 2 out of 6, so please look forward to many more awesome stories! I also want to thank my amazing betas @biaswreckme and @missgeniality, and further @birbdae for this wonderful banner!!!! 💕 And now let’s dive into the angst!

A single ray of sunshine illuminates the room.

Conveniently, it shines directly onto that one particular plant that stands in this whole apartment, still healthy and green as it refuses to die. Seokjin is fond of it, given the fact that it was you who had gifted him it many weeks ago.

You always used to say that his place is gloomy, grey, in urgent need of redecoration, so he could actually invite someone over and make them feel somewhat homely. After he’d declined all your offers due to laziness, you’d given up - except for the little present that you’d brought him that one significant day.

He remembers it so vividly, the memory still so painfully clear.

At that time, spring was just approaching, birds returning and beautiful flowers blooming. You were a sucker for nature and all its aspects - which was probably the exact reason for the distaste that you felt whenever you entered your friend’s apartment. His way of handling his place was dull, tasteless.

So, when you decided to surprise him with the odd choice of giving him an aloe plant as decoration and present, you weren’t expecting more than a pleasant evening that you’d spend together.

What you didn’t know was that he’d been a nervous wreck for days now, ripping out several strands of his hair before he’d finally decided to tell you the truth about what he caged in his mind. But when he saw you that day, wearing this beautiful sunflower dress, your hair in a bun with only two strands framing your angelic face, words failed him immediately.

Instead, he froze, eyebrows furrowing in fear of what you’d say or do if he confessed to you. And it didn’t take a lot from your side, no - one brush of your finger along his arm, an intense and loving gaze addressing only him, and a beautiful, mesmerizing smile were enough for him to snap before he pulled you in.

When you first felt his full lips on yours, you stared at the way his eyes closed, relishing in and welcoming the moment right away. You needed a second to comprehend what was happening, but once you understood, you felt yourself give in fast, the world becoming blurred and silent.

All you heard were the sweet words he uttered, all you saw was his glistening skin, and all you knew was that you wanted to bathe in this euphoria forever without ever having to let go.

But when you both found yourselves in each other’s arms, covered by nothing but his blanket, you still hadn’t addressed why this had happened and what it meant for you now.

Seokjin didn’t regret this - how could he, if it was with you? But the same old insecurity that plagued his heart and made his chest burn had eventually come back now. Despite having no real evidence or reason, he assumed that you didn’t want what he wanted - you’d never see him as more than a friend that you’d slept with in the heat of the moment.

In that sense, you’d woken up to a pressing awkwardness, him offering breakfast and coffee, but portraying distant nonchalance otherwise. And when you felt like none of this was going to go anywhere, you told him you had to go, finding some kind of excuse to leave.

Since then, an uncomfortable radio silence had found its way between you, and the only thing he had these days to remember you was the pink-orange flower that slowly bloomed on top of his desk.

Lying across the bed, Seokjin opens his eyes with a smile on his face, remembering how he’d looked at you in confusion when he’d first seen you standing at the threshold of his entry, smiling wide with Ally in your hands. Yes, you’d named the plant Ally - always one to give non-living things names.

Wrong.

Ally is very much alive. You’d made that clear that day. Plants take in carbon dioxide and release oxygen - yes, that’s what you’d lectured him with when he’d joked around. His apartment needs some freshness, you’d told him.

Now that he’s inhaling the air around him, it almost feels like he can smell Ally, which is total nonsense of course. He has honestly grown to love this small, spiky thing, especially after finding out the meaning behind it.

Affection.

Something he has felt for a long time now. Affection for the way you scrunch up your nose when you’re annoyed. Affection for the concentrated gaze you adopt when you’re reading a good book. Affection for your words, for the sound of your voice; he loves the sweet, honey-coated, soft tone that he swims in every time you speak.

Seokjin gets up, stretching his limbs and getting dressed when he looks at the clock, noticing that it’s time to go. There’s this boring gathering this evening, organized by some of your colleagues who thought it might be a good idea to come together and strengthen your bond as a student body or whatever.

The only reason he’s going is because he knows you’ll be there. He doesn’t care about getting himself drunk or talking about philosophical theories today - all he wants is to make right what he ruined back then. He just needs to tell you what words float inside his heart, hoping for you to reciprocate his feelings the way you’d responded to his kiss that night.

Gathering all this ardor for you, with only your name on his tongue, he closes his door behind him, summoning all the energy his body can deliver.

You’re easy to find in the small crowd. The room isn’t too filled, the atmosphere peaceful and pleasant when he steps in, running his hand through his soft, brown hair when he sees you. Breathing in and out in a steady rhythm, he approaches you, trying to mask his eagerness, hands pocketed to exude a relaxed demeanor.

When you finally notice the tall figure come closer, recognizing him as none other than the man you’re so in love with, your heart beats just a little faster and you tilt your head in wonder. After barely sparing you a glance in your classes, he has apparently finally decided to give you some attention.

Memories come crashing back; images of your last encounter flooding your mind as you press your tinted lips together, still feeling the phantom touch of his mouth on yours. He still looks the same, but his hair has gotten a little longer, almost covering his eyes entirely before he brushes the bangs away.

“Hey,” he greets, breathing in deep as he sits down in front of you, “long time no talk.”

You nearly counter with a sarcastic remark, but then contain yourself, only shooting him a breathtaking smile. “You’re right. Busy lives. How have you been doing, Jin?”

“Good!” he answers way too fast, clearing his voice before he continues. “I’m doing good. And you?”

“All good. Been writing some more lately.”

Seokjin nods as his eyes widen and his mouth forms an ‘O’, glad to hear that you’ve picked up your hobby of creating beautiful poetry again. He’s even read some of your poems, and you’re truly talented, working around words so easily as if they were his own heart.

“Oh, wow! I- um… I took care of Ally. Do you remember her?” he stumbles over his words, ears growing increasingly red. He’s such a dork and you can’t help but smile a little.

“That’s nice to hear. I bought one of these myself a few days ago. Reminded me of you.”

“That’s great! T-that’s…” What is he trying to say? There must be something that he had prepared, but for the life of his, he can’t remember anymore. All he knows at the sight of you is that he wants to grab you by your waist again, pull you in to press you against him. He wants to feel your lips, move against them in soft, then needy motions.

He just wants you as a whole, if not forever, then once.

Just one more time.

And when he sees you wait for him to speak, fumbling with your fingers with your eyes far away from his, he whispers the word “courage” to himself once before his hand reaches out to grab yours and settle on your palm.

Your gaze shifts to him immediately, his abrupt action causing confusion in you as your heart rate spikes up. But when you see the expression on his face, you feel like you know.

“Y/N, I- we… we need to talk,” he finally declares, his thumb gently ghosting over the skin of your hand, such a simple gesture sending shivers down your spine.

Yes, he doesn’t have to say much. You know what he wants to talk about; after all, there aren’t that many possibilities of what he could want at your first encounter after being somewhat estranged all this time.

“I’m not sure I want-”

“No, please,” he interrupts, squeezing your hand tighter in his. A few weeks ago, his warmth would’ve felt like a safe haven for you, pulling you out from the dark grounds of an ocean if it needed to - but right now, you feel like you’re drowning, like you’re sinking instead of swimming up. “There’s so much I’ve been wanting to tell you and there were so little opportunities to do so.”

Half-fearing, half-anticipating what he’s going to say, you search for the walls you’ve managed to pull up, accepting that Seokjin will never want you in that way. You think you’ve moved on, but now that he’s so close, on the brink of either confessing or rejecting you, you feel tense - and both options aren’t ideal for you right now.

You wait until he’s ready to talk, watch his chest rise and then fall, his eyes meeting yours, but looking like they’d rather not before-

“I’m in love with you,” he finally breathes - and as he mutters his last word, the air around you becomes suffocating, the sounds muffled and his touch heavy.

Is that better than being rejected? You don’t know. You really do not know; and the shake of your head and furrow of your eyebrows show him that something is plaguing you that he might not want to hear.

“Y/N.” His tone is calm, steady, different from your hazardous heart that’s breaking right in front of him, and he doesn’t even see it.

“Why did you not tell me that back then, Jin?” you inquire, pulling your hand away and settling it on your lap. “We slept together. Why did you let me go?”

This… this is awkward. It’s ridiculous. Seokjin shouldn’t have decided to talk about this in a crowd, surrounded by people who know nothing about what’s going on between you two. But now that he did, his heart sinks, his mind in a painful fog, and he puffs out some air, calming himself.

“Let’s leave,” he suddenly suggests, and you think you can see the faintest glint of panic in his dark eyes, “clear it out somewhere else. At my place?”

Again, you shake your head, chuckling lightly but not decently. “I can’t. I’m sorry, I can’t. There’s someone…”

Jin is quick to cut you once again, his breathing suddenly erratic. He’s been in love with you for years - no, he can’t take the thought of you having a boyfriend now, choosing someone over him. “Someone else? This fast? Y/N, why did I never-”

He stops mid-sentence, and it happens just timely as you were going to hold out a hand to silence him anyway.

“Jin. Listen,” you start, leaning in closer, “there’s someone who offered to guide me through a scholarship. Not here - in a different city. And as much as I’ve always wanted you, I can’t do long-distance relationships.”

Your words ease the pain inside him, his mind suddenly relaxing as he takes in your confession. You want him. You’ve always wanted him. Is all of this real?

“Where- where are you going?”

“It’s too far away. I wouldn’t see you more than a handful of times a year. I can’t do this,” you admit, your eyes stinging as you swallow the lump in your throat.

You see him tilt his head with a sigh, and you’re on the verge of breaking when you see his mouth twitch, that familiar movement that mostly means despair. This always happens when his grades are worse than he expects. It happens when he talks to his little brother who lives miles away. Mostly, you see it when you watch - or used to watch - movies together, especially Pixar and Ghibli ones tearing him up in no time.

And now, it’s happening because of you.

“Is there no way for you to stay?”

You bite your lip, chewing on it until you taste your lipstick. “I don’t think so. And it’s… a big chance for me.”

Seokjin’s jaw clenches and he nods, relief turning into sorrow as his expression shows understanding on the surface while his blood is boiling with pain on the inside. He’s angry with himself - he truly is. But he’s also sad about the fact that you never approached him.

And while waiting for the other in silence, phones in your hands, but the courage to message each other so far away, you missed it. You both missed it and he hates it.

“Then I hope you’ll get everything you want, Y/N,” he finally says, standing up as he grabs his thin jacket. It’s probably not that fresh outside yet, he can carry it - maybe hide his fumbling hands that clearly show his nervosity and distaste to this whole situation.

All he can think of is to get away before he breaks.

Yet, he comes closer to you, hovering above you before he leans down. Not caring about your surroundings, only seeing you, his heart only beating for you, he presses his lips onto your forehead first, wanders to your nose, both your cheeks and your earlobes as he says in between each kiss, “whenever… you decide… to come back… I’ll be here…”

Then, he cups your face, looking at your beautiful, full lips, missing how they feel on his before he kisses you gently. His mouth moves delicately, sweetly against yours, bittersweet memories and feelings streaming back as you internally forbid yourself to cry.

“Waiting for you,” he finally whispers, lips brushing yours, and every fiber in you tries hard to hold back. To not pull him into another room, kiss him more fiercely and bring back the fervent heat that you’d indulged in the last time.

His thumb brushes your cheeks softly, his eyes registering you gulping hard as he says his goodbyes, so he can leave. There’s just no way he can stay here any longer. “Don’t cry. I’ll be here, sweetheart.”

And then, his warmth is gone.

Fighting the urge to follow him, you watch him walk away, mind going crazy as you see him face the ground. You can’t falter. You need to focus on your studies before anything else - you don’t want to regret your choices; and if what he says holds true, you might just be able to wrap him into you forever when you come back in a year or two.

Maybe it’s not over yet.

The sun has set by the time Seokjin arrives home. All the sunshine from today morning has vanished, warming someone else, somewhere else now, leaving him in the dark as he lets himself fall on his bed.

An absolute disaster, all of this. And what an idiot he is. Why did he not insist on inviting you over? Ask you if there was any way you’d spend this one last night with him? The lingering feelings of your soft lips strengthen his despair tenfold, and he hates himself for not fighting for a night or a day with you. After all, you’re not going away just yet.

But deep down he knows why he did what he did: being together again would just hurt you both further, the small flame that both of your pain is becoming a searing wildfire. At least he knows for sure that this is what would happen to him. He knows it’d be near impossible to let you go if he woke up beside you.

What if Seokjin searches for scholarships, too? Your grades are similar - if you can get one, why not him? The picture of having you around, falling asleep next to you, studying together and bantering over food and movies - it’s so intriguing that he knows what he’ll search up tomorrow. 

Then again, you have your people; he doesn’t know anyone who can guide him through this, give him a fast opportunity to study somewhere else, be near you.

He doesn’t know. Not how to get you back, not how to feel you again; his brain comes up with nothing helpful, no plan he can actually execute successfully.

Slipping out of his pants, he lingers at the corner of the bed, his arms leaning on his thighs as his fingers tangle between them. Seokjin shakes his head as he physically feels his heart break, each broken piece fighting the other and torturing him, no matter how much he tells them to calm down.

And despite not knowing what to do, what to feel, how to erase the image of you and your face from his mind for the time being, he remembers something else.

When he’d looked for the meaning of the aloe plant, he had found many sources, some beautiful descriptions, and some poetic definitions that connected it to an emotional feeling. While the flower holds the meaning of affection, the memory of another word comes flooding in, ironic to the fact that aloe is supposed to heal, used to mend injuries and pain.

And thinking of this particular word, all he does know at this agonizing moment is that he identifies with your plant’s meaning.

He knows that all he feels is grief.

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[heejinnien]

j.jungkook | colors teaser

word count: 207 words

pairing: jungkook x reader

synopsis: “And now I'm covered in the colors/Pulled apart at the seams”

a member of a world renowned boyband. a graffiti artist. the art of one teaches the other what it really means to live.

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: a metaphor comparing the feeling of performing to drugs but nothing really major (the fic will contain the full list of warnings)

rating: pg (the full fic will be rated pg-15)

author’s note: this fic is also a part of the spring will come event! the prompt for this is the various meaning of hyacinths: “sincerity (blue); deep regret (purple); thoughts for someone (white); recreation (red); jealousy (yellow).” once again, thank you @biaswreckme​ for the beautiful banner. i really don’t know what i would have done without you 

As the youngest member of Bangtan Sonyeondan, Jungkook often felt like there was something amiss in his life.

Sure, he had everything that he could desire between his arts and his hyungs, but there was a hole in his heart that he didn’t know how to fill.

At first he didn’t notice it, chalking up the empty feeling inside him to small laziness he found himself indulging in during the day — a small mistake during the chorus of Fake Love, not enough time to visit the gym before practice. He wasn’t happy, but he certainly wasn’t sad, either. He just felt as though he was somewhere in limbo, a simple presence floating through the plane of existence.

It wasn’t until Taehyung came back to their shared residence with a girlfriend that the pieces clicked into place.

He was lonely.

The idea of him, Jeon Jungkook, being lonely made him scoff. But as he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

When Jungkook had first begun to perform, each performance filled him with a feeling of happiness and satisfaction. And it still did, to a lesser extent.

Performing was his drug, but like all drugs its effects were wearing off, and Jungkook didn’t know what to do.

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[tae-cup]

Training Wheels

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Summary:  “It's not like I'm asking to be your wife. I wanna make you mine, but that's hard to say. Is this coming off in a cheesy way?” - Melanie Martinez (Training Wheels) 

Genre: Modern/Realistic Au, Angst, like Fluff if you squint, rich people au??, Murder (is that a genre?), F2L2E

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, fire, anger issues, murder, a gun, swearing 

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 12.4k Words (help me)

A/N: Finally, a new fic, right? Alexa, Play Training Wheels by Melanie Martinez. Hope y’all like it, I experimented with a new kind of MC...she’s a little uhm...crazy..

Other: Masterlist

    Ash. Falling over the broken window shards that reflect the bright orange glow of tall oak beams burning. The marble that upheld bodies and blood. Curving down the stairs and floating into the living room, wafts of gray smoke. Your life had burned down, just like the mansion before you. You and the flame seemed inseparable. A world where you are no one and everyone.

   You were something people feared, something people sought to put out. That’s why you found yourself drawn to that orange hue, the heat behind it. You gazed at the way the fire raced across the carpet, the particles of dust falling down, the black smoke filling the air around you. You couldn’t breathe. Did you need to? 

     You began to laugh, a soft chuckle. Every breath, more smoke, every exhale, humanity. You reached your hands out to the insufferable heat as red and blue lights began to shine over the flame, through the windows, and arching over the furniture. Every memory seemed to burn here. The memories of him. And just like that, a vision. 

    Deep night skies. Driving home late at night with dim streetlights. You had your hand out the window, hair ruffled by the wind as music blasted over the radio. He drove, a small smile on his face. His hands tapped the steering wheel to the beat. 

    Your eyes widened a little, starting to cough at the smoke. You covered your mouth and called out for help. You were too far gone. As the world tilted, the floor now connected to your head, you breathed softly. Gasping for air, just as when his lips had met yours. 

    The locket on your neck burned. You held it up, moving to your back. The small picture of you together reflected the red flame. You gently pressed it to your lips as the blue and red light scattered over the debris. How tragic. How nostalgic. 

   You threw another log into the fire pit. 

“No, no. I get it.” You hissed into the phone. “You don’t understand. Yeah, I get he’s sick and whatever.” You sighed and paced. The dirt and leaves crunched unhappily under your feet. “Don’t call me heartless, you’ve always been the favorite sibling. You have no reason to worry about being forgotten in your own family’s will.” You covered your other ear, wrapping the light sweater tighter around your body. Your eyebrows were knit together in frustration. “You’re breaking up. Connection is really bad up here. Bye.” You muttered and hung up on your sister. 

“Family problems?” 

    You turned, your face lighting up at the monotone voice. 

“Yeah, you know how it is, Yoongi.” You chuckled.

    The crisp night air let the wind blow the trees’ shadows over his face. He was illuminated in orange light and soft yellow hues. The smallest of embers floated into the air before dying out, like the brightness of a dying star. 

“Well, one day you won’t have to worry about that.” He shrugged. “I mean, just be like me and ignore your family.” 

    You rolled your eyes and plopped down on your sleeping bag. The failed attempts at making a tent lay nearby. Neither of you could bother figuring it out and the reception on top of Mount Huckle was rubbish. 

“Sure. My sister would never leave me alone, though. You know how she is.” You sighed. 

“You have a point there. None of my folks care enough.” 

“I’d be your annoying sister.” You said quickly with a cheeky smile. “I mean, not literally, but you know what I-nevermind.” 

   And when he cracked that gummy smile, you couldn’t help feeling your heart melting a little. You could leap for joy whenever you saw that rare smile. You longed to make him smile a thousand more times, even though you’d seen it millions before. He sat down on his sleeping bag next to yours. He rested his wrists on his knees, watching the fire. It was quiet for a moment. 

“That would be nice, and I know what you mean, don’t worry about it.” He chuckled. “But I’ve got big plans. No time for family.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

“Well,” He swayed a little side to side. Despite the chilly summer night air, you weren’t cold. “You already know by now.” 

“You mean a mansion and three cars?” You teased, leaning in his direction slightly. 

“Exactly.” The corners of his lips tilted upwards. He didn’t react when you scooted closer. 

“You know who has all those things?” You said loudly. 

“Who?” He turned to you expectantly.

“My grandpa.” You smiled devilishly. Yoongi looked back to the fire with a silent laugh. It was no secret your grandfather was rolling in money. “He’s sick right now, actually.” 

“You really want to wait for your old man to die until I cross out that last line?” 

“Mhm.” You nodded, despite his skeptical look. 

“I doubt you’ll have anything important in that will.” 

“You and I both know he hates me.” You sighed sadly. “I have no idea why.” 

“Beats me, you’re great.” He said sarcastically. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You playfully slapped his arm. 

   Yoongi leaned back, chuckling softly, and looked up to the stars. The vast night sky, open with unspoken emotions as they thrummed through you. You wanted a thousand more nights like this, with him. 

“I found a nice place near both of our works’.” He said. 

“Really?” You glanced at the edge of the woods. It was so quiet. Just the rustle of leaves and the crackle of a fire. 

“It’s expensive because it’s downtown.” 

“Ah. Well, I’m sure it will be fine.” You hummed. 

   Money. That was always a problem and because of your estrangement from most of your family, there was no help to be found. You were actually lucky that Yoongi had agreed to room with you. It might also have been simply for convenience sake. 

“Your list. It’s getting pretty short.” He commented as you crossed off the second to last line.

    The reason why you were here, after all, was this bucket list you made in fifth grade. Coincidentally, Yoongi had made one too and with the recent dispute over your grandfather’s will, you had both decided that life was too short to not do what you liked. So, it had become your mission to cross off everything on the list. It was silly, but a year of good memories later, you didn’t regret a thing. 

“It is.” You answered cryptically, pulling the paper to your chest with a smile so he couldn’t see it. He leaned over to see it and you drew back farther with a giggle. 

“Alright, alright, I’ll find out sooner or later.” He laughed along with you. 

You simply shook your head and laid back in your sleeping bag. “Never.” 

 “Here, let me grab a picture.” Yoongi tugged on your sweater. 

   You turned around and hastily smiled as he snapped the picture. You grabbed the camera before he could put away and flipped through to find the photo. 

“Aw, you always catch me at a bad time.” You whined, handing him the camera back.

   Your hair was a mess, your smile was lopsided, and you were sure you could see every acne scar on your forehead. Who had time for makeup in the woods? 

He looked down at it, zooming in. His eyes twinkled. “I think it looks perfect.” 

  See, how could Yoongi say things like that, so cryptic and lovely, and expect you not to fall for him? Didn’t he realize that you’d do anything for him?

   Yoongi’s bucket list was pretty simple and easy to work through. The only problems, realistically, were the last couple. There was another line at the bottom, but he had scribbled it out and explained that it was of no importance as he had already completed it. You had simply shrugged it off and went about your day.

    You were searching for mansions on the internet, just looking in awe. The abundance of these homes, if you could even call them that, was astonishing. 

   Every mansion had to have at least twice the amount of bathrooms than bedrooms and a “master suite” that had a walk in closet. The prices were incredibly high, way out of your pay grade, and honestly, you were beginning to wonder why Yoongi even wanted a mansion. You had asked before and he had looked just as confused as you were, explaining it was simply his wish in fifth grade. 

   Your phone buzzed. Currently, you were living in a run down apartment that was a 30 minute drive to your work and an hour away in bad traffic. There was always bad traffic. The bedroom was tiny, the kitchen barely functional, and you couldn’t tell if you could even call the living room a ‘living’ room. It was devoid of life. The only upside to the apartment was that it was across the hall from Yoongi’s, equally shitty, apartment. 

   At least you could both embrace the suck together. 

   You picked up the phone on the fourth buzz. It seemed this person was insistent. You didn’t check the caller ID. 

“Hello?”

“Y/N! So great to hear from you. Are you still at Mount Huckle?” Your sister’s cheery voice sang on the other end. The rumble of tires on pavement let you know she was driving. Now you wished you hadn’t picked up.

“Yeona, aren’t you supposed to be at dance practice right now? Also, I left Mount Huckle over a week ago.” You tsked, holding the phone against your ear with your shoulder. You typed in more key words, coming up with stranger and more expensive mansions. 

“Now look who’s not paying attention.” You could almost hear her rolling her eyes. “Secret Whisper has been on hiatus for a couple weeks now.” 

“Just admit your group is a flop and move on.” You sighed. “Come on, you have one big hit and now you think you’re on top of the world?” 

   There was a short silence and you weren’t sure if you had pushed it too far. 

“You have no idea what I sacrificed for this group. It will be the next big thing and if not, I’ll keep pushing until it is.” Her voice was steely.

    She had spent a couple years away from your family to train for her group, Secret Whisper. You found the whole thing absurd, but Yeona had sworn that she was working hard. At least Yeona was invited to Christmas dinner. 

“Alright, I get it, whatever.” You shut your laptop and span in your chair. “Why are you calling me anyway?” 

“Oh, right. I was wondering if you’re almost there?” 

“Almost where?” 

“To grandpa’s house? Did you not get the invi-” She stopped herself short. “Ah, right, sorry. I forgot about your...relationship with them.” 

“What relationship?” You bit back bitterly as it dawned on you. 

   They had planned a family gathering and didn’t invite you. Hell, they even invited Yeona, your annoying little sister. 

“Right…” She trailed off. “I think I should go now.”

“Yeah, you should.” You hissed and hung up. 

   You set your phone down and slowly stood. You could feel your heart pounding in anger. The room seemed to sway from side to side, mimicking the heat wave of rage that coursed through your veins. Your head felt light, fuzzy. Your first instinct was to call Yoongi, after all, he was right across the hall. But you decided against it, withdrawing your hand from your bedroom door.

   The curtains were shut, but the warm sunset orange glow still seeped from underneath them. The light crawled against the ground and illuminated a pathway to your solution. 

   You ripped open the closet door, metal hinges creaking in protest. Every fiber in you screamed to burn it all down, to rip every piece of furniture to shreds, to let yourself be overtaken with this inexplicable anger. You shoved those voices down, containing it just barely under the surface.

   Instead, you grabbed your finest dress, a cherry red satin, and threw it onto the bed. Then you found your red heels, the blood red lipstick, and the crimson eyeshadow. You prepared yourself with such glee, such torment. 

   You took a deep breath and looked at your flawless reflection. The red that was perfectly placed to flatter you. But you didn’t want to be flattered. 

  You buzzed with anger and you wanted that destruction to be known. You pressed three fingers on the sides of your eyes and slowly pulled down, dragging the red eye shadow down your face with painstaking strokes. 

  You left the bedroom, grabbing your purse and heels. You looked like hell. Now, it was time to give it. 

  There was something about crashing a party that was always so satisfying.

   You parked your car and got out, surveying the luxurious vehicles around. Ferraris, Teslas, Porsches. You walked to the door, letting yourself savor this feeling, the knowledge that you were about to ruin someone’s day. 

   Your heels clicked nicely against the cobblestone. You had never been a fan of walking in heels, but now you owned it with pride. The looming oak doors of your grandfather’s mansion stood before you, marble pillars rising up to support the overhang above. Light classical music and chatter could be heard.

   You glanced at the tall windows. Warm candle light and waiters with trays. People mingled and smiled. You realized it was black tie. You looked down at yourself, anger dissipating slightly. But then you remembered that you would know it was black tie if you had received the invite. That only stoked the flames once more. 

   You knocked hard on the door, which didn’t phase most guests inside. Your grandfather opened the door, paling when he saw you. The look on the old man’s face made you want to laugh. A guilty looking Yeona set her drink down on a passing waiter’s platter and excused herself quickly. The party goers nearby had stopped, but those further in were still unaware of the crimson fire standing on the front doorstep. 

   You flashed a brilliant smile. “Oh thank goodness you answered the door,” You stepped inside, slightly pushing away your grandfather. You kicked the door shut behind you, the rattling causing more attention to be turned towards you. “I was beginning to think I’d have to let myself in.” You flashed the house key and then placed it back in your purse. 

“Why are you here?” Your grandmother pushed forward. 

   You spotted your parents in the background, looking quite embarrassed. They should be embarrassed that they allow their daughter to live in squalor. They should be embarrassed that they didn’t bother to invite their oldest child to a family party. 

“Well, I’m part of the family, am I not?” You swept by her and plucked a wine glass off of a nearby platter. “Mother, father.”

   You nodded at your parents and retreated further into the mansion, if only to show off your outfit to more people. Oh how wonderful their appalled faces were. 

“Ah, yes, the stock has been on a steady decline after the incident.” A man muttered into his cellphone.

   Ah, your father’s close friend, Zhao Dong, CEO of Sinopec. It was just last year he had that scandal in America with a girl impersonating his daughter. You always thought the man was a fool and his scandal was only a PR stunt. 

“Mr. Dong!” You interrupted the man’s phone call without hesitation. He murmured another few words and then hung up. 

“Y/N? I didn’t expect to see you here.” His eyebrows were high. 

“Me neither.” You laughed and he followed along with trepidation. 

“While I’d love to catch up, I’m actually in the middle of-” 

“You seem tense, have you ever heard the tale of the demon and the peasant?” You interrupted again. 

   How lovely it was to make people uncomfortable. After all, they had done so to you for years without a blink. The tale of the demon and the peasant had been a bedtime story for you, a lesson not to take from others, and not to fall for tricksters. 

“Pardon?” 

“The tale of the demon and the peasant. Well, perhaps it’s not just a tale, perhaps it’s history.” You mused. 

“Go on.” 

“Intrigued? Alright, well I’ll give you the run down.” You waved your hands about as you set the scene. “A peasant wishes to kill a man for tricking her out of all her money. She asks the demon man for money back, but he refuses. He explains that he is very good at what he does, that he drives a high bargain. The girl thinks it through and then offers her hand in marriage.” 

“Now why would she do that?” 

“Let me finish.” You smirked, crossing your arms. 

“It just doesn’t seem like a great investment-” 

“The girl and trickster get married and little by little the peasant falls in love.” 

“Ah, I see.” 

    You held your hand up. “Hold on, this is my favorite part,” You closed your eyes for a moment. “The demon reveals himself to be a demon and that he must depart from this world.” You opened your eyes. “The last sentence of the story says this,” You could recite it from memory. “In a place not even the plants could grow, how did she ever expect love to.” You paused. “And that’s why you don’t fall for tricksters.” 

   Mr. Dong was silent. He slowly nodded. “I think I understand what you mean. What an odd bedtime story. Usually they’re a little more straightforward.” 

“What do you mean by that?” You tilted your head.

   You had always enjoyed the man for having a bright imagination and being the only adult willing to listen to your fanciful stories. He always humored you and though you thought him a bit stupid, you could live with that. 

“I mean, usually fairytales deal with things you can control, like how you act.” The older man watched you closely. “They don’t usually tell you how to control the uncontrollable, like who you fall in love with and how you feel.” 

“I see.” You hummed thoughtfully. “Well, if you’ll excuse me, I see some hors d’oeuvres that are calling to me.” You whisked yourself away, red satin falling in a curtain behind you. 

   You snuck past a room, full well knowing it was where your mother and her gaggle of ladies liked to gossip. The clinking of tea cups and hushed murmurs let you know they were indeed in session. 

“Oh, come dear, Mrs. Kim, you know she’s insufferable.” crow #1 exclaimed. 

“She is a difficult child, we all know she is struggling right now.” Your mother replied. You clenched your hands into fists. 

“She’s just so self destructive.” Crow #2 added. 

“She has some nerve to show up to a black tie wearing red and uninvited!” Crow #1 chimed in. 

“Quiet now, girls.” Your mother shushed. “You are acting quite uncivilized.” 

   A younger you would have let your heart soar, hoping your mother would defend you. But she wouldn’t and she never did. 

“She is difficult, self destructive, and narcissistic, I will not deny that.” Your mother breathed.

   You heard her place her tea cup down. If only you too could be content with placing your tea cup daintily down on a saucer and gossiping about others all day. 

“Y/N is going through some problems right now-” 

“You always say this.” Crow #2 murmured. 

“And it’s true.” you could feel your mother’s heated stare from your spot just outside the doorway. “I will make it my personal goal to keep her from such an event in the future. I know none of us are happy that she’s here.” 

“She’s going to hurt herself or someone else soon enough.” Crow #1 squawked. 

“I’ll make sure that does not happen. This is an embarrassment.” Your mother affirmed. “In the meantime, we must address the situation we have at hand-” 

   That was enough eavesdropping. Sometimes it was better some things were left unsaid. It was worse to hear it anyway. You were trembling with ruby anger this time. It was as vibrant as the setting sun, as hot as the tears threatening to run down your face. You wished you didn’t cry when you were mad, but that was just how you broke you supposed. 

  You stormed away, heading straight for the door. Party time was over, it wasn’t fun anymore. 

“You always leave when it gets hard, huh? Right when you need to own up to your actions. You want to be accepted and then you pull this crap. It’s like mom always says, ``you're an embarrassment.” Yeona’s stern voice snapped you out of your daze.

   You looked up at her. She was sitting on the steps, just watching everyone else. You headed for the door, ignoring her without another glance. She stood and followed. 

  She opened the door for you. “You’re lucky you get to just come and go. No one gives a shit about you.” You felt your eye twitch. Yeona was pushing it today. 

“At least I didn’t poison the youngest member of my girl group out of jealousy.” You said softly, just loud enough for her to hear, as you made your way out the door. She reached out and grabbed your arm. 

“What did you say?” 

“You heard me.” You bit your lip. “I’m not the only fucked up one here. Don’t act mightier because your actions are socially acceptable where you work.” 

“Fuck you.” 

   You laughed and left, waving goodbye to her from behind as you got into your car. As you drove away, your eyes flicked to the towering mansion behind you. 

“I’m going to burn this place to the fucking ground.” 

 “Another day, another long day at work.” Yoongi sighed at the other end of the phone. 

“I hear you.” You brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and paced in the living room. Your knees kept bumping into the small coffee table and brushing against the sides of the worn down couch. 

“Wanna go out for drinks later? I have something to give you and I figured out how to cross out my last wish.” 

“The mansion?” 

“No,” he paused for a moment and you could have sworn he could hear your heart beat through the phone. “I mean the very last one.” 

“You told me that you already accomplished it?” You stopped pacing, moving to the bedroom to find an outfit. 

   He hummed and then you heard the rustle of fabric as he shifted his phone.

“I did.” He said nonchalantly and you let out a frustrated noise. 

“You are impossible.” 

“I know.” His light chuckle made you smile without thought. 

    Yoongi was a strange creature to you. Where others’ light jabs set you off, Yoongi could never make you mad. He was the only one who calms you down. What would happen if he saw the other side of you? He never really knew why you were estranged from your family and you’d like to keep it that way. There were two sides of you, two worlds. They were not to collide or even wave to each other. 

“So where did you want to go to drinks?” 

“The usual.” 

“Wow. How romantic.” You teased. 

   An hour later and you pulled up to the local Taco Bell. 

   The slope of his jaw, the tension in his neck, the parched cracks of his lips. You wanted to reach forward, make him yours. Oh, to take his hand in yours and never let go. 

   There was a thin line between obsession and love. Perhaps they were the same. 

  You studied him like a textbook the night before a test. You feasted your eyes on his beauty like a beast starved. Ravenous. 

   He drummed his fingers on the table. He looked nervous. You could cut the tension in half with a knife. Wasn’t this supposed to help ease the tension of a long day?

“So, how was your day at work-” You started. 

“Y/N! Y/N.” He halted you in your tracks. 

  Now he had your tongue in a twist, a grin on his face being the only acknowledgement to your flustered expression. 

“Yes?” You managed after choking down the rest of your taco. 

“You always uh, talk, about your family. I know you’re estranged from them, but you never told me why.” 

“That’s none of your business.” You shot back immediately and you wanted to kick yourself. “I mean, sorry, it’s just...complicated. Well, no, it’s quite simple really, but, complicated.” 

He raised an eyebrow. “Is it complicated or simple?” 

“I’m right, they’re wrong.” You said plainly. “Do you see what I mean by complicated but simple?” 

The dark haired man nodded in thought. “I see.” 

“Any other reason you wanted to drag me out to our very special meeting place?” You leaned against the table with a bored expression on your face. You always ate your tacos faster than him.

   Yoongi was a slow eater but he seemed to linger a little longer tonight. His eyes seemed to fall back to yours more often and they stayed for longer than usual. You wanted them to stay forever. 

   He seemed to search for the right words for ages. His lips were pursed together in thought, his eyes tracing the outline of the plastic table and back to you. Yoongi swiped his tongue over his chapped lips and crossed his fingers together. 

“Nothing important.” He finally decided, which gave you little to mull over. 

   Seeing your disappointment, the man cracked a smile and reached into his pocket. For some reason, when you saw the velvet case, your heart leaped. 

“I think it’s a little too soon for this.” You joked, but honestly, if he did get on one knee and propose to you, you’d probably say yes. He let out an exasperated sigh and shook his head gently. 

“I’m not proposing to you, dumbass.” Yoongi laughed and slid the box over to you. “I know you didn’t like it at the time but,” 

   You grabbed the box, feeling the weight of it in your hands. It was light, but the metal bindings and velvet texture felt so serious. You opened it cautiously and a light gold chain fell forward, a delicate heart charm in the center. 

“-I think you’ll like it because it’s smaller and you can’t see all the wrinkles on your face.” He jested, but there was a sentimental look in his eye. 

  You picked up the fragile chain, the gold links interlocking carefully. The heart clicked open, revealing the picture of you and him at Mount Huckle. The inscription inside read One down, one to go! 

“You’re so cheesy. Next time, bring a real ring.” You said, but you had to admit your throat got a little choked up.

   As you admired your necklace, Yoongi’s phone rang. He was smiling one moment, frowning the next, when he checked the caller ID. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked lightly as you placed the chain around your neck. 

“It’s my mom. She never calls. No one ever calls.” He murmured, disturbed. 

   He looked hesitant to take the call. A strange swell of annoyance arose against his mother. How dare she ruin this moment? No, you needed to control yourself. You had to think critically here. 

  You took a few deep breaths to ground yourself. You knew there was no reason for you to be mad, no reason to be annoyed, so why did you feel this way? You let your nails dig into your palms while he stood to take the call. His grateful smile was your only reassurance that everything was okay. 

   Yoongi walked outside. His figure was illuminated by the passing cars and yellow overhead lights from the Taco Bell. He was as graceful looking as a ballerina, as painfully easy to love as the demon in your bedtime story. You watched him and then looked at your phone to make it seem like you weren’t staring, but he didn’t look at you, not once.

  One hand held his phone, the other was covering his ear. He looked disturbed. His back was hunched, head nodding furiously. You vaguely heard him hung up and then he walked back towards the entrance. You busied yourself on your phone. 

“Oh hey,” You looked up pleasantly. “What’s wrong?” 

“Is there any way to get that mansion a little quicker?” 

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“I don’t get it.” You argued. “They don’t speak to you for years and now they’re begging to live with you?” 

“Don’t make it sound like it’s my fault, okay?” He responded defensively. 

  You could feel the little monster of rage growing. Whenever you got angry, it felt like you spiraled out of control in a whirlwind of force that couldn’t be stopped. You didn’t want to bring that to him. 

“I’m not saying it’s your fault, it’s obviously your shitty parents’ fault for going completely broke, losing the house, and then begging you to-”

“Don’t call them shitty!” 

“You’re defending them?!” You felt your voice raising. Were you really duking it out in a parking lot of a Taco Bell? 

“Yeah, they didn’t talk to me, but they’re still family, they raised me, and they made mistakes. They’re human and when a person is in need, family or not, I’m obligated to help them.” He tried to reason, his voice ticking up a few octaves as if that would help. 

“Shut up. Shut up!” You growled, slapping the sides of your face. “And where do you plan to fit them, huh? In your crappy one bedroom apartment that has no A/C?! You’re only supposed to help when you can and with what you can. How do you plan on moving in together, huh?” 

“We’re not going to move in together.” 

The world froze. Your heart skipped a beat, and not in the good way. “What...do you mean?” You felt your shadow grow bigger, as if feeling the monster grow inside you. 

“I said, we’re not going to move in together.” He reaffirmed, his face an emotionless void. 

“But, but,” You felt it gurgling up your throat like a beast ready to consume you. No. he’s not supposed to see this side. “I-we’re-” You stuttered. 

“My family comes first. I hate them, but goddamnit if I’m going to let them starve or-or-live on the streets.” He was pacing nervously now. You could see even he had no idea what he was going to do.

 “Don’t you understand? All these years and they finally want to speak to me. Sure, it’s not to get to know their son and sure it’s because they need something from me, but I fucking love them still. And that hurts. Because this is,” he was taking gasping breaths. “The one time they will speak to their child.” 

   He leaned against his car, covering his face. “I missed my mom’s voice. I missed hearing her say my name. I missed being wanted by my own family. Surely you understand that?” 

   You bit back your words, the beast slowly pulling back in favor of your empathy, your love for him. You slowly walked over to him. His chest was shaking with unspoken words. 

   You wanted to talk about how you would never take in your family, how family meant nothing to you, but you saw him so pathetically trying to keep back his tears and you just wanted to hug him. 

Gently, you pulled him into a tight hug. “I’m only trying to look out for you. I’m sorry.” You whispered, stroking his hair as he let out a few sobs into your shirt. 

“I have to figure this out.” He choked. 

“We will.” You reassured, your resolve now clear. 

   There was only one man you knew who had the means to help Yoongi and there was only one man you cared about. You needed to suck it up, put on your big girl pants, and do what Yeona had always said, own up to your actions. 

   What were you doing here? You had made a formal arrangement with your grandfather’s company, Kim Inc. The secretary had been hesitant to give you an appointment, but after you did a little persuading in the form of raising the pitch of your voice, she had made the arrangement. 

   Your grandfather’s office was old fashioned. Dark oak wood stretched menacingly up the sides of the walls with a window, that faced the sparkling city below, framing the desk. His desk was large, tidy, and without a speck of dust. 

  The mansion had been renovated, but it had been in your family for generations. You were never quite sure how long, but long enough that the earliest pictures looked nothing like how it was now. Everything was more modernized, slightly more cramped, and the old ballroom had been knocked down ages ago. It was a pity. You would have liked to host a ball. 

   When the door opened behind you, you straightened in the velvet chair. It wasn’t even a comfortable chair. God, they couldn’t even get that right. 

“Y/N.” The old man greeted, a roughness to his voice. 

“Mr. Kim.” You said formally, unwilling to see this as more than a business matter, despite the personal nature of it. 

“Now what are you here to see me for?” 

“Well, sir, it is quite important.” You shifted in your seat. 

“I can see that, otherwise you wouldn’t bother making an appointment.” He gave you a toothy smile and the condescending tone made your anger flare hot. 

“It’s regarding money and the mansion.” 

“The mansion?” 

“This, mansion.” You gestured around you. You then slowly pushed a manila envelope towards him. They had the deal you wrote up yesterday in it. Yoongi had helped as a failed law student. 

“I see.” He leaned forward in his chair, the leather groaning under him. 

  He interlaced his fingers on the desk while you didn’t dare move a muscle. He didn’t even bother opening the folder. He was being framed by the dripping red sun, his shadow falling tall over the desk. “And what does my, lovely, granddaughter need from me exactly?” 

“I need a mansion, preferably this mansion, until further notice and a large sum of money, say about $500,000?” 

“You are a pretentious girl.” He scoffed, leaning back, and you knew you had lost him. 

“Grandpa, you know I need it. I’ve never asked for help with anything and for once I’m coming to you for help and-” 

“And what? I’m a businessman. How do you plan on paying me back? With your 9-5 at Starbucks?” 

“I-” 

“Did I ever tell you the story of this company?”

“No, sir.” You swallowed thickly and his eyes glinted. 

  Maybe, just maybe, if you played your cards right, you could still get what you needed. But the window was becoming smaller and smaller, your chances of making a deal was dwindling rapidly. 

“I will start with the fact that the fairytale you were told as a child, is not a fairytale.” 

“What?” You were taken aback.

   Just how childish did he think this was? Bringing up bedtime stories and stupid rhymes. Did he think you a moron? 

“It is,” He stood slowly and made his way over to his floor to ceiling bookshelves. “Our history.” The man took down an old, dusty, book. “The start of Kim Inc.” 

   Your grandfather opened the book with the tattered cover and yellowed pages. Inside were photos of a handsome young man and a young woman. They were familiar to you. Your grandfather pointed to the girl. 

“The peasant.” Then he pointed to the man. “And the demon.” 

“Well surely he wasn’t actually a demon.” You sputtered. 

“Who’s to say?” Your old man grinned. “Kim Taehyung built this from his wealth from the ground up. Then his wife stole it from him, murdered him, and took over the business.” He traced the outlines of their faces. “But that is why we tell the tale of never falling for tricksters. We are not describing the demon as the trickster,” He closed the book. “We were describing the woman.” 

  You sat back slowly, everything unraveling in front of you. 

“The woman?” You echoed softly. 

  Maybe he had you figured out. The story had you enraptured, well, the history, to be exact. He gave a decisive noise and stood up slowly. He placed his wire frame glasses onto the bridge of his nose, looking over your proposed documents. 

“This, my dear, is the reason I will not be giving you either of your wishes. You may be my family, but you’ve done nothing to prove it. I do not fall for tricksters like you and such, I cannot grant your request.” He took a pen and scratched a large X in the center. 

“What?!” You stood up, the chair screeching backwards. “This is outrageous! You-you-surely if you just read the proposal we could come to some sort of-” 

“Leave with your dignity while you can, Y/N.” 

   You could feel your face growing hot. He had no idea how he could help you, how he could turn your life around. Couldn’t he see you were in need? Sure, it was Yoongi in need, but it was a means to an end. You lowered your voice to a simmering rage. The texture was seething, scathing. 

“You will give me that money someday. You will give me everything.” You whispered as you made your exit. 

   He simply laughed. There was only one solution he had given you. 

 “Over my dead body.” 

“Y/N, come on.” Yeona tugged on your hand. “I’m so bored, can we go yet?” 

   You shot your little sister the stink eye. “No, Yoongi will be here soon and he promised me a dance.” You said sternly, turning back to face the guests. 

  Your family had rented a lavishly decorated ballroom next to the beach. It was extravagant, awfully extravagant. Chandeliers taller than you and your sister combined, towers of champagne, and guests dressed to the nines. 

  You and your sister, being 10 and 6 respectively, were being forced to be here. Well, your sister had cried the whole way, screaming her head off about wanting to play more, and you had stopped whining after Yoongi had been mentioned. 

  Your family had invited him because they knew it was the only way to get you to cooperate in this entirely boring event. It was some business gathering with no real purpose. Perhaps it was another way to show off your family’s wealth, who knew?

“You’re so annoying.” Yeona stuck her tongue out. 

Your nostrils flared. “Yeah, I’m the annoying one here.” 

“Y/N!” Ah, a different annoying person’s voice; your mother’s. 

“Yes, mama?” You piped up, glad to have the excuse to push your sister away. The little girl disappeared into the crowd, probably going to look for snacks. 

“Here, I want you to meet a friend of mine.” Your mother stepped aside. The whole atmosphere had a hazy glow, a dreamlike quality. The man was tall with big features. He leaned down to shake your hand. “He’s Kim Inc.’s photographer.” 

“Kim Seokjin, lovely to meet you.” He smiled broadly and you gave him back a strong handshake. 

“I’m Y/N!” 

“Wow! Quite the handshake!” He stepped aside and guided a woman in a yellow gown forward. “This is my lovely date-”

   You tuned him out and your mother could tell you were spacing out. She looked down at you with a disapproving face. You could feel her stare. 

“Go find your sister, Y/N.” Your mother said sweetly, excusing her daughter’s misbehavior as you took the cue to leave. 

  You checked the snack bar. Nothing. You checked the bathroom. Nothing. Where was your sister? Yeona had always been a slippery one. 

“Yeona?” You whispered into each stall. 

  You then, as fast as your legs could take you, ran out to the landing outside. The landing had stairs that led onto the beach. The salty air and roar of the ocean filled your ears. 

“Yeona!” You shouted uselessly into the abyss.

    Just as you were about to give up and walk back inside, the faintest call drew you back. Now your heart was thudding because, despite being so young, Yeona never called for help. You turned around and raced down the steps. Your hair was a mess, flying out of the pins and carefully placed curls. 

  The soft pink dress dragged against the sand and as you drew closer to the cliffs nearby, you heard her voice clearer and clearer. Desperation, sisterly love, and the calling of the unknown pushed you forward until you were tripping in your gown. You tore the ends of it and dropped the flats on your feet. 

“Y/N! Help!” Yeona’s desperate cries echoed off the cliff bluffs. 

“I’m here! I’m here!” You responded. How had she managed to get there? 

  Your sister was trapped between the crashing waves and the rocky shore in an alcove carved out and hidden from view, unless you knew where to look. 

“Give me your hand!” You reached out for her, inching closer and closer to the crashing waves. It was so dark. Only the faintest outline of her could be seen, her face reflected in the moonlight. 

“Get me out! Get me out! It’s so cold here-” 

   You were so close this close- 

“Why are you telling me this story, Y/N?” Yeona’s impatient voice echoed through your car. “We both know how it ends. You got pissed that I got you in trouble and then you ignored me because apparently I was the reason Yoongi never got to dance with you.” She sighed angrily. 

“That’s not how I see it.” you said, turning right onto billionaire row. “I took the blame for your stupid decision because I loved you. I realized a world without my sister was not a world I wanted to live in.” You sucked in a breath. “Which is why I wonder how you live in a world without me so easily.” 

   She was quiet on the other end. 

“I’ve got to go now. Goodbye.” You said softly and hung up. 

   The car rolled into your grandparents’ mansion. The dead sun set in the distance, painting the sky a vibrant, yet murderous, red. How ironic. 

    Now, doing the actual deed was going to be easy. You had a rage that was terrifying, a calm sort of rage. It simmered beneath the surface at all times and this time, it was about to explode. 

   The real problem was the will. You had a couple documents signed by your grandfather, perhaps you’d be able to forge the signature well enough. 

    You quietly turned the door handle. The old wood creaked. There was no sign of life downstairs, just the slight tick of a clock. The neighbors had no idea what was about to happen, you didn’t either. 

   You made your way to the grandfather clock at the end of the downstairs hallway. You held your breath, kneeling down beside it. The side panel, hidden almost seamlessly, could be loosened. 

   You pressed your fingers against the almost imperceptible crack and pushed down slightly. It depressed and slid to the side with an unoiled squeak. You reached in, pulling out the metal hidden beneath the lovely curled pattern. A pistol. 

   They say that most people who own a gun are more likely to be killed by said gun instead of by an intruder. You couldn’t help a small smile that crept onto your face. Your grandfather had left you no choice. Yoongi needed this mansion, you needed the money. You didn’t even care what happened to yourself, but you couldn’t bear another day of watching Yoongi try to prepare his small apartment for his family to cram into.

    It was with this resolve that you took a step up the stairs. One after another, your future was becoming clear. Each step was an opportunity to turn around. Each step, you left more and more of yourself behind. 

   Like flame spreading, you could feel your poison touch darkening the mansion. A looming sense of dread, like being in the eye of a storm, but you were the storm. 

   You opened their bedroom door. The dark corridors of the mansion did not scare you as they did when you were a child, because the scariest thing here was you. The monsters in the black abyss should be scared of the woman soon to be crimson red. 

   You clicked the safety off and walked to your grandfather’s side of the bed. You checked that it was loaded and held it up to the old man’s head. He looked ot be sleeping so peacefully, salt and pepper whiskers brushing against the pillow. You pressed the barrel to his head and he stirred slightly. You leaned down, your lips hovering over his ear. 

“Goodbye. Leave with your dignity while you can.” 

  Bang! Bang! Three bodies in a room. Two bleeding dead, one colored bright red. You were screaming inside, in rage, in fear. You held the sides of your head, gasping for air. 

“No, no, no.” You looked at them, so peacefully side by side. “This is your fault!” You lurched backwards, shouting at the corpses. You waved the gun at them. 

“If you had just listened! You gave me no choice!” You pleaded as if they could forgive you. 

   Then a menacing laugh bubbled up, escaping your lips and spilling out in an atrocious way as you rested on your knees. Your breath was coming in heaving gulps. “You had it coming.” 

   You stumbled out of the bedroom, dropping the gun on the ground and kicking it under the bed. You then went to the bathroom, washing up and being careful to sanitize anything you touched.

   Your reflection was different than before. You hadn’t changed, really, but there was something haunting in your eyes. You moved your head from side to side, surveying how clean you looked. 

“Not so bad, if I do say so myself.” You muttered casually. 

   Then you stepped downstairs again. How exhilarating, how terrifying. They always said that when you take a life, the next is easier to take, and the next. You found yourself back in the menacing office, but you had nothing to fear. No demon could be scarier than you right now. 

   The will was hidden in the safe under his desk. You crouched, mumbling the numbers to yourself. A satisfying click sounded. Not as satisfying as the click of the safety. You shook your head. No, no, no. You couldn’t start thinking like that. 

“Aha.” You whispered in delight as the crisp sheet of paper was pulled out. 

  You took the white out off the desk and evenly spread it over Yeona’s name. You left her a million dollars, okay? You weren’t cruel. You then carefully wrote in your name under the mansion and cars. 

   Your hands were shaking. They didn’t usually shake. You glanced up cautiously to the bedroom. It was quiet before, but now there was an eerie silence that was devoid of life. The mansion had an air to it, the kind of atmosphere where you knew something bad had happened. 

   You placed the will back into the safe, making sure everything was how it was, not a speck of dust out of place. You stood to admire your handiwork. Perhaps it was more of a sadistic smile when you started to realize just what you had done. It was like waking up from a foggy haze of enraged slaughter; not quite knowing what you had done, but knowing it was bad. 

  They say some killers feel euphoric after killing their targets, a high like a drug, that kept them going. Those killers would go on to kill again and again. 

   Euphoria would not be how you described this feeling. It was freedom. Like flying away and breaking into a new dawn. In fact, the sky had a yellow tint to it, most likely from the city lights below. The sky was never truly black. It was always some form of gray. 

   You had to think of a plan now. You had committed a crime, you could admit to that, and now you needed to make sure it wasn’t for nothing. Yoongi’s parents still had their house ‘til the end of the month and it would take a few weeks to get the crime scene done away with. You paced, thinking.

“Okay, I’ve got it.” You nodded confidently to yourself. Then you walked towards the door in long, even, strides. 

   You would need to get everything discovered and started by tomorrow. It didn’t give you a lot of time to get your story straight, but you could always play the hysterical granddaughter. After all, wasn’t that what everyone thought of you anyway? 

   Your car was a soft hum against the night as you made your exit. The mansion was a chilling silence, towering over the long driveway, watching you leave with its eyes of glass and marble. 

   You had so many missed texts from Yoongi when you arrived home. You glanced across the hall with guilt and quickly flipped through the messages. 

How’d the deal go? 

   You took a deep breath. Time to sell it. 

Uhm, not great. You sent it and then continued. Grandpa was acting suuuuuuuper weird. Like he kept looking around and stuff. Kinda creepy tbh. 

   It took him a while to respond. You dropped your bag on the kitchen counter and stood unhappily, waiting for the little thought bubble to pop up. Truth be told, you were answering about seven hours late, but he always seemed to be around. 

That sucks man. Wonder what was up with him --did you get cussed out? 

   You couldn’t help the loud scoff that escaped you. Cussed out was not the right word, but it sure felt like that. 

Nah, i told you he was acting weird. Being really nice to me but didn’t end up giving me the deal. He said i didn’t need to worry. You quickly responded. The little gray thought bubble popped up. 

Weird. 

Very. Maybe i should check up on them tomorrow. 

   Okay, so that was a stretch, definitely not something you’d say or even suggest. You felt guilty of a crime, which you were, but it felt strange knowing no one else knew you were guilty of a crime. You had to act like you were innocent, not like you had just murdered two people for money. 

Huh. okay.  

   It wasn’t promising, but at least he didn’t seem that suspicious. You were a spontaneous spirit after all. 

We could get coffee or something before you visit your crazy grandparents :P 

They’re not crazy, they’re just uhhh rich and eccentric? You replied.

Shut up. 

   You giggled a little and shut off your phone. Sleep was calling to you. You walked down the short hallway and into your bedroom. You could feel a presence, an aura surrounding you. 

“Go away.” You said softly. “I’m sorry, but you have to understand why I did it.” 

   The presence shifted in front of you and you came face to face with your grandpa’s soulless eyes. He stared into you, his face wrinkled and void of life. 

   He would never leave you, would he? You sniffed and flopped onto the bed, shooting the ghostly figure a middle finger. The presence disappeared. 

   When Yoongi got the call, it was a lot of screaming and crying. He simply pulled his jacket on, grabbed his shoes, and ran to his car, barefoot. The rusty hinged door slammed shut behind him. 

“Tell me where you are.” He demanded as he started the car. “Why are you over there? I thought you weren’t leaving until later!” 

   He was driving well over the speed limit, going through green and red lights alike. It was a wonder he wasn’t pulled over. 

“Y/N, calm down.” The man sucked in a breath as he turned onto Billionaire Row. “Just tell me what happened, I’m on my way over.” 

   You were a blubbering mess, tears, snot, and choked words. He could barely get in a word over your sobs. He’d truly never heard someone so heartbroken, and he didn’t know if he wanted to see why you were like this. 

“Y/N. Please. You need to just tell me what’s going on. I need to know what I’m getting myself into.” Yoongi said as he sped past the mansions that lined the streets.

    All the homes seemed so hollow, so empty. He was sure your grandparents were the only ones who lived here consistently year round. 

  He would be lying if he didn’t admit his heart jumped a little at the sound of your voice, a mix of butterflies and tingles. He glanced into the center console where the limp piece of paper holding his bucket list lay still. The scribbled out last line made his heart ache. Your next blubbering words sent him out of his daze. 

“Wait what?” He slowed as he reached the gates. 

   They were already open. He pulled his, much too old and much too worn down car, into the circle of sports cars. He turned off the ignition. 

“Y/N, who’s dead?” 

    The police, with their red and blue lights, weaved around you. Yoongi was comforting you, his arm around your shoulders, as they took statements. You sat on the cold marble steps. 

   You wanted to laugh at how easily you pulled this off. The statements were clear. You explained that you had been working late and then went out to get a drink before heading home last night. Yoongi said he had been home all night. 

   They didn’t have reason to think otherwise. In fact, they comforted you with warm smiles and hushed whispers. But all you thought about was Yoongi’s warm hand on your shoulder, his body pressed against yours. You could have this all to yourself. 

   Inside, a forensic detective crouched on the carpet. Her counterpart was taking photos, the flash projecting grotesque shadows. She wiggled her fingers in her gloves and gently lifted the bottom of the bed spread to reveal the underneath. She reached underneath, blindly searching for anything. 

“Mira!” She called to her partner as her hand hit the familiar glint of steel. 

   She crawled onto her stomach and had Mira take a photo. She then picked up the pistol and placed it in a bag. 

“Send this to Bangtan Police. They’re going to want to have a look at this.” 

   It took a couple weeks for everything to be cleared out and for the police to stop checking around your apartment. You played the part of a grieving granddaughter. 

   Yeona hadn’t called you since the reading of the will. She was furious. After all, you were supposed to be the ugly sister. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to call her or not. 

   How does a grieving family member usually react? Sad, sure, but you couldn’t find it in you to be sad at all. You were giving Yoongi what he wanted, what he needed. Your way wouldn’t be considered the most ethical way, but since when did ethics matter to this family? 

   Your parents were upset. You had seen them crying at the funeral. Maybe they already knew you wouldn’t be sad, because they didn’t bother to call. In fact, since the reading had happened, you felt more estranged than ever. Well, you didn’t need your family. You had Yoongi. 

   Yoongi was in the process of moving in. He was sleeping over at the mansion. When you suggested he take the largest room, the master bedroom, he proclaimed that the room was cursed and he wouldn’t rest easy until they found who did it. You, having no fear for obvious reasons, took the bedroom for yourself. 

Sort of morbid, huh? 

   Yoongi hadn’t moved anything important yet, just some clothes and such. He claimed he didn’t want to seem like he was encroaching. But you got this mansion just for him!  

   Currently, you sat at the kitchen counter. The mansion was pretty enough in the daylight. The sun hit the stained glass windows just right so the shadows of pink, purple, and blue reflected over the kitchen cabinets. You sighed into your afternoon coffee. Yoongi was upstairs, probably napping. You were dressed in black. You heard it was customary to do so for a month after a family member’s death. 

   Your grandfather stood behind you. You could feel his withering glare. 

“Go away.” You groaned, standing to put your mug away. “It was your time to go anyway.” 

“Ah, there’s the coldhearted killer.” Your grandfather said bitterly. 

“I’m not coldhearted, I have my reasons.” You argued back with a hushed voice.

   You looked up to the stairs, but there was no sign of stirring. You really didn’t want to get into it with the ghost of your grandpa. 

“Just because you have a reason, doesn’t make it right.” 

  You wanted to throw him out, yell at him, something. But then again, it was all in your head and you were starting to go a little crazy. 

“Hey, Y/N, are you alright?” 

   You looked up with the speed of a boomerang. Your neck cracked painfully. Yoongi, like a pale ghost, stood on top of the stairs. You were holding the sides of your head, face scrunched up. You relaxed, trying to seem at ease. Either way, you could blame it on the grief. 

“I’m fine.” You responded easily. “Just...thinking.” 

“I see.” He moved down the steps and pulled you into a tight hug. “It’s going to be okay. I’m here for you.” He paused and then released you, but you wished he held on longer. 

“Maybe it was too much; moving in right after your grandparents’ death, going back to normal life.” yoongi’s soft eyes caressed your face, roving over all your features like a soothing wave. “It’s okay to not be normal right now. You don’t have to act like it’s fine.” 

   You felt guilt. It was overwhelming guilt. It was realizing that you did the wrong thing. You felt yourself getting choked up. Your hands hadn’t stopped shaking. You clutched his sweater, pulling him into a hug. 

  You sobbed into his chest and he stroked your hair softly as your back heaved. If only he understood what you were truly crying about. 

 “This was a good idea, Y/N. Going out, getting some fresh air and exercise.” Yoongi hummed. “It’s one of your, very few, good ideas.” 

“Excuse me?” You huffed, stomping ahead of him. He chuckled and easily caught up to you. 

“I’m just kidding. You have great ideas.” He smiled easily and it made your heart flutter.

   His gummy smile was so pure. Yoongi reached over and grabbed your arm, pulling you towards the edge. 

   Walking along the river at night was a sight to see. Boats with colorful strung up lights and faint music floated along the dark waters. The sky was lit up by the city lights, a hazy orange glow. There were few people out. The weather was getting colder, but your heart was beating warmer as he drew closer. 

“Look at that boat out there.” He chuckled, casually wrapping an arm around your waist as he pointed.

    You tried to ignore the heat of his hand resting on your waist and the faint tickle of his breath near your ear. 

“I see it.” The boat was strung with red and yellow lights. On the deck, however, there was a couple dancing and kissing, laughing and drinking. You felt jealous. 

“I wish I had that.” you laughed and he nodded in agreement. 

“You could if you wanted.” Yoongi said softly. 

   Your heart was in your throat, your veins thrumming with energy. You shifted in his grasp and when you met his eye, his face was barely three inches away. 

“What?” 

“You know how I always said I didn’t need to worry about the last line of my bucket list?” 

“Yeah, you were always so weird about it.” You shrugged and he untangled himself. He stepped away and took your hands. 

“It was to fall in love. I never needed to worry about it because,” He stopped short and your breath hitched. Everything was muffled except his lips, his words, his meaning. “I was already in love.” 

   Your grip on his hands was tight, but not as tight as the tension in your chest. 

“I love you, Y/N.” His words were soft, his hands even softer.

   He said those words with such an endearing quality that you couldn’t help smiling. Yoongi. Your best friend. As your lips met, plush and quiet, it became Yoongi. Your lover. 

“I love you too, Yoongi.” You said breathlessly. His hands moved to your waist and he guided you towards the city street. 

“That’s it. My bucket list is complete.” He chuckled. You laughed as well. 

“And mine.”

“You’re kidding.” 

“Nope.” You sang happily. “We had the exact same wish, I suppose.” 

    Yoongi nodded silently. It was chilly, but you didn’t mind because you were with him. As you approached the car, he halted in his tracks. 

“You’re not just saying that, right?” He questioned. “I mean, I know you’re in an emotional state. I don’t want to,” He swallowed thickly. “Seem like I’m taking advantage of that.” 

“Yoongi, yoongi.” You tsked, turning to him and holding his shoulders. “I truly feel this way about you too. I’ve been waiting ages to say it to you.” You gave him a chaste kiss and hopped into the passenger seat. 

   Deep night skies. Driving home late at night with dim streetlights. You had your hand out the window, hair ruffled by the wind as music blasted over the radio. He drove, a small smile on his face. His hands tapped the steering wheel to the beat. 

   The first couple days with Yoongi were great, really great. You could ignore the ever present stare of your grandfather and the guilt in your gut when you were with him. He didn’t know you were guilty of a crime, so you had to act like you weren’t. He was there when you cried, but it wasn’t due to the most obvious reason. 

   Yoongi liked to think he was an observant man. He loved you, yes, but he just couldn’t get past this nagging feeling. It was like something was wrong, he just couldn’t figure out what it was. The entire house had an ominous presence. Whenever he passed by a cold spot, he got the chills. 

“Aren’t you glad to check something off your bucket list?” You asked one day. He had shaken his head. 

“I guess, but it came with a cost that I wouldn’t wish upon anyone.” He had responded. 

   You nodded in sympathy, but it felt..off. He had known you long enough to know when you were genuine or not. Right now, he really couldn’t tell. All the lines were blurred. Who were you? Were you the person he fell in love with or just a shell for himself to project the perfect lover onto? 

   Had you changed? You looked at the dirt under your nails. No. You couldn’t say you had drastically changed. Having Yoongi around had helped ease your soul, but he was drawing away from you lately. 

  Whenever he brought up your grandparents, you tried ot change the subject. You couldn’t pretend you liked them, he knew you didn’t. Maybe he thought you had been grieving too long for someone you hated. 

   You looked over to wear he read a book on the couch. He seemed calm, engrossed in his book. The sunlight hit his frame in a way that gave him an angelic aura, a glow, like the excitement of a new lover. How long would this glow last? 

   Across the country, Bangtan Police Department was analyzing the samples. The lead forensic analyst was away in America so they were left to their own devices. Mira viewed them work. 

“Whoever it was, was not very careful.” Mira observed. The forensic detective stood beside her. 

“Perhaps it was manslaughter, something out of rage.” The detective suggested. 

“No, this feels more calculated, but hasty. Someone wants to be caught, someone with a guilty conscience.” Mira muttered. 

“Ah, fingerprints.” An analyst hummed as they worked the mold over it. 

Mira smiled. “Match them up to our data base. I have a feeling we’ve caught our killer.” 

   It was another argument. The glow of your relationship was fading, ravaged by the increasing amount of arguments. 

“So now you’re saying you don’t want my parents to move in.” Yoongi raised his eyebrows. His beautiful lips had been spilling such hateful words and yours matched his wit. 

“That’s not what I’m saying at all!” You argued back as you both danced around the couches in the living room. He frowned. “You don’t even know what I did for us to get in this position.” 

   He scoffed and looked away. He leaned against the back of the couch, dark eyes unnaturally cold.

“Then what are you saying?” his voice had dipped to a menacing tone. 

   You hated that tone. In fact, as much as it pained you to say it, you were beginning to hate his voice. It was grating on your ears, just like your grandpa’s whispers in the night. 

“I’m saying we should wait! You haven’t gotten fully moved in, you even admit to not feeling that comfortable here yet, and your parents still have another week on their house!” 

“I want them to get settled in I-”

“Is it so bad to want alone time with just you?” you sputtered.

   The argument came to a halt and he sighed deeply. He ran a hand over his face and scrunched his eyes closed. Then he slowly shook his head, looking at you. A softer expression took over his face. 

“No. I want to be alone with you too,” He straighted and smoothed his shirt. “But at what cost? My parents being homeless? I already told you it wouldn’t come to that.” 

You swallowed and nodded. “I know.” You dared to step towards the other end of the couch but he stepped away, like recoil. You cringed inside. 

“I don’t think you do know.” He was gone with another step. 

 “Y/N?” 

    You looked up from your spot at the stove top. You had been more anxious lately. It felt like the police were on your tail. They visited the mansion again the other day. It wasn’t a fun visit. They wanted to go over your story again, which you recited like the Bible. The pancakes sizzled loudly. 

“I want you to be honest with me.” He said slowly. 

   God, now he was beginning to sound like the police too. You loved him so wholeheartedly but why the fuck was he so suspicious of you. You hadn’t done anything that could lead him to believe you had done anything wrong. 

  Yoongi was observant, though. He was always watching, especially after the murders of your grandparents. If it had been any other kind of death, he could rest easy. 

   He hated to admit it, but you were the only one with any reason to kill them. Since that point had dawned on him, breaking through the hazy halo of a new love, he had been wary. 

“Of course.” You managed to smile. “I’m always honest with you. Especially how I feel about you.” You tried to change the subject, batting your eyelashes. The tight line his mouth made had you straightening. “Go on?” You said uncomfortably. 

   You could almost feel your old man’s grin, as if telling you nothing lasts forever. A sort of i told you so. When you flashed your brilliant smile, he couldn’t help feeling disgust. It wasn’t with you, but with himself. 

  How deeply had he fallen for someone he seemed to barely know? It seemed everything he knew about you was wrong. How much of your relationship was built on pretty words he had wanted to hear? 

   He cleared his throat, straightening his shirt and refusing to meet your eyes. “Did you have something to do with your grandparents’ death?” 

   The room seemed to freeze. Even the sizzling on the stove seemed to halt. The fly that buzzed around the mansion came to a pause. It was suddenly suffocatingly hot. You smile was plastered on as you tried to come up with a good response. Your face cracked a little and you let out a breath. 

“What makes you think that?” You said, another deflection, trying to pass the blame onto him. Your hands were shaking. 

“Everytime I bring them up...you don’t seem very sad and you try to change the subject. I tried to pass it off as the way you process grief, but it’s been a few weeks and this hasn’t changed. I...I want to know if you had something to do with it.” 

“The sunshine is so nice today.” You turned to gaze out the window. He slapped his hand on the table. 

“Answer me.” 

  Your smile faltered and you bit your lip. “No. I didn’t have anything to do with it.” You gritted out. 

“Y/N, I’m serious, if you have any evidence any-”

   A plume of smoke caught your attention. The pancakes were burning. You turned to put it out, coughing on the wafts of smoke. You clicked the overhead fan on. 

“Did you do it?” His voice was calmer, quieter, as if trying to dig into your empathy. Did you even have empathy anymore? 

“No. I love you.” You answered mindlessly. 

“I don’t care that you love me, stop deflecting and tell me, goddammit!” His words made you flinch and you set the pan back on the stove, dropping new circles of batter onto it. 

  His piercing stare had you hunching over the pan. Your hands shook harder. Was it with rage? 

“Fine! I did it!” You burst out, slamming the spatula down on the counter. 

  You took a deep breath, shaking your head furiously and then turning on your heel to stare at him. 

“I did it for you, though!” You tried to explain, pleading with him. Your guilt had eaten away at you for so long. “You wanted a mansion crossed off your list so badly and your family needed the help! I just want to give you everything I-”

   Watching the horror dawn on his face made you wish you had stayed quiet. It was foolish to try and make him take your side. After all, he was a law abiding citizen. 

  Sure, he was fiendish, childish at point, and stubborn, but his moral compass was astonishing. His face slowly grew from horror to anger, stoking both of your flames. 

“You took a life, TWO LIVES.” He stood from the counter, his lips morphing into disgust. 

   You hated seeing that face. How long had you wished to see his gummy smile at night? Just one last time. As he grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair, he turned to you. 

“Why?” He asked desperately. You had never seen such sadness in his eyes. “Why did you do it, really?” 

   You found yourself chuckling, despite the tears coming to your eyes. Your neck ached from the weight of the light necklace. The gold metal had never felt heavier. You clutched the locket and fought for the right words. 

“You won’t ever understand me, where I’m coming from, Yoongi. My decision was made because I knew you wouldn’t want me unless I gave you something.” 

“You didn’t need to give me all these things to lure me in.” He said desperately. “I’ve always wanted you, Y/N. You were just too blind to see it.” 

   You raced after him as he charged for the door. You grabbed his arm, causing him to look back at you. Loss. You had never seen such loss in his eyes. 

“Please, can’t you see that everything is burning around me? Why can’t you save me again, just this once.” You cried, breath hitching. “My hands.” You let go to show him your shaking hands. “They haven’t stopped shaking. I need you to help me fix it!” 

   He gave you a heartless laugh, one dry and full of distaste. It was the same laugh your grandmother gave you at Christmas, the one your grandfather laughed when he denied you, the one you gave when you murdered them. 

“I can’t fix you, it was stupid for you to believe I could. Let this relationship burn like everything else in your life.” He whispered, pulling away from you. 

   You watched his car disappear down the road. You took a few deep breaths, acknowledging the newfound emptiness. It had the same atmosphere as when you murdered your grandparents. The feeling that something bad had happened. You slowly returned to the stove, turning it off. You went about cleaning the entire kitchen. 

   Stains from cookies gone wrong, gone in a single swipe. The shards of a broken plate, gone with a single sweep. You went about cleaning away all your memories with the care of a mother. Ah, so you were all alone again. How tragic. 

   You reached into a cabinet. A bottle of oil revealed itself to you. There was always one solution to your problems, one solution to your life; fire. 

   You stood, your decision made. Some would call it impulsive, you called it spicing things up. You grabbed the matches as well, slamming the drawer shut behind you. You weren’t kidding when you said you would burn it all to the ground. 

   If you couldn’t have Yoongi, did you deserve any of it? You marched up to the master suite. Your grandfather’s ghost was smiling in defeat, acceptance, and perhaps, mirroring you, relief. You could both rest now. 

   The oil was odorless as you poured it over the carpet and down the stairs, but the ever present smell of blood tinged the air. You could never quite get it off you. Maybe that was the mark of a killer. 

  You rubbed your arms, a chill running through you. You were hollow, a shell of a person. You lit a match, your eyes reflecting the beating red flame. The crumpled bucket list fell into the oil, slowly soaking. 

    Everything you touched, burned. Then, like the flick of a wrist, the easiest pull of a trigger, you dropped the match. Now it was time for you to burn too. 

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Black Mamba III

Pairing : OT7 x Hybrid! Reader Genre : Angst, Fluff, Hybrid!Au Rating: nc-17 Warning : Violence, swearing • Information above may change as the story progresses Wc : 925 Betas : @kerikaaria Banner and divider : @jaeism A/N : I’m back friends :D Sorry this one’s so short, I’m still trying to plot it out and keep a steady pace rather than rushing. Hope you guys like this part and feedback is always appreciated~ 

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Emily looked up from the computer to see the handsome man that came regularly to the shelter walking up to her with you following behind. She couldn’t hide her surprise at the sight, almost snorting out loud when she saw how shocked you seemed. 

As they approached her, she greeted them with a friendly smile. “Hello! How may I help you today?”

The man smiled back at Emily, making the butterflies in her stomach flutter madly, as he pointed at you behind him with a jerk of his head. “I’ve decided to adopt her.”

Clapping, Emily laughed happily, “That’s great news! I’m happy for you Y/N.”

You muttered something as you bowed your head to hide your face. Namjoon and Emily laughed softly at the shy behaviour you were showing before they proceeded to complete all the paperwork. 

Silently standing by the exit, you watched as Namjoon was handed your little bag of possessions. You rushed to take it from his hand, not wanting to bother him with simple tasks that you could do yourself. 

Namjoon glanced at you in confusion, before shrugging and finishing the last of the legal works for adoption. 

As the two of you left, the staff inside bid you goodbye and congratulated you on your new home. You didn’t know how to react with so much attention on you, a part of you feeling guilty when you saw some of the hybrids look at you with jealousy or diminished hope. They were hoping to be adopted by Namjoon, you realised. 

The two of you stood by the street as you waited for his car to arrive. You were quite surprised when a fancy, sleek car pulled up and you learned that it was his. It seemed that your surprise wasn’t as disguised as you would have liked it to be, because Namjoon gave you a reassuring smile as he sat by you in the backseat. 

“So,” he started, glancing at you, “what would you like to know?”

“Huh?”

“Well, I’m sure you have questions- with getting adopted and moving to a new place and all. So, what do you want to know?” he asked again, looking at you expectantly. 

You shifted in your seat, pondering about what you might want to ask now that he brought it up. Clearing your throat, you looked at him through your lashes, “Um, well, what do you do?”

“I’m a lawyer.”

“Do you have any other hybrids?”

“No.”

You paused when you felt relief taking over you. Why does it even matter? You’re not that special that he wouldn’t be allowed to have another hybrid if he wished to.

“Any other questions?” Namjoon asked, breaking you away from your thoughts.

“Um, yeah. Do you live alone?”

Namjoon hummed, “That depends on what you mean. Do I live alone as in, do I live with my parents? No. But do I live with my significant others? Yes.”

You didn’t fail to notice when he spoke about multiple significant others but you paid no mind to that part. “So you do have people you live with.”

“Yep.”

“How many would that be?”

“Six.”

Your brows raised at that, clearly not expecting that answer. Six more people? But he said he lived with his significant others, did he really have six of them? Then why did he adopt you? People usually adopted hybrids to not feel lonely and you found it hard to believe that he was lonely. So, you decided to ask.

“Why did you adopt me?”

It was Namjoon’s turn to pause at that, looking at you calculatively. “I found you cool.”

“Cool?”

“Yeah,” he answered, rubbing his neck again, “When I got to know you were a snake hybrid, I was really intrigued.”

“Ah,” you said before the two of you fell into silence again. 

The rest of the car ride to his house was in complete silence, with you looking out the window to enjoy the passing scenery. As you watched the urban landscape of skyscrapers slowly shift to more rural ones, you felt sleep slowly settling in. 

You tried fighting your drowsiness, not wanting to be vulnerable in an unknown place but sadly, you lost the battle. The adrenaline from before having washed away to let fatigue set in faster. 

Waking up to someone softly shaking you awake, your first instinct was to grab their hand and twist it. But the yelp they let out had you snapping your eyes open, realising it was Namjoon who let out the sound. You jerked away from him, scrambling back until you had your back pressed against the door to have as much space as you could between the two of you. 

“I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed, body shaking from having woken up in such a way.

Namjoon groaned as he rolled his shoulder, “It’s fine. My fault for startling you like that. I apologise.”

Slowly stepping out of the car, you scanned his movements. “Did I hurt you too badly?”

Shooting you a reassuring smile, Namjoon rolled his shoulder again. “Nope, you let go before you could do any damage.”

Your body sagged in relief at his words, scolding yourself as you apologised yet again. Waving away your worry, he led you towards the entrance, pushing open the double doors and motioned for you to follow when he stepped in. You looked around the place in awe - Namjoon seemed to live in a mansion, with a fancy chandelier, double set of stairs leading upstairs and all.  

Just how rich was your new owner?

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Anon requested on 210315: “yay requests are open! can you write prompt 29 with Min yoongi and it’s fluffy? thank you in advance”

Song lyric prompt 29: “Say what you want, but I’ve seen a million faces, and not even one can compete with watching you.” Gallant, Céline.

Find the rest of the prompts here!

I’m also using @ficscafe​ prompts: When they paint each other + “Kiss me, you idiot.”

Pairing: Min Yoongi x gender neutral reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship.

876 words

No warnings; rated PG.

Quality time for you and your boyfriend doesn’t have to be anything high-cost or overly elaborate; sometimes, all it takes is taking the easels and canvases out from the closet and setting them up in your living room.

Alternatively, painting with Yoongi happens to be messier than you had anticipated beforehand.

A/N: The first prompt (which I used quite literally) is from an old ficscafe event that I never got around to finishing during the time it was open! I also opted to incorporate a prompt from the network’s current event as well. As for my lyric prompt, I certainly focussed on the ‘face’ aspect of it more than anything, haha.

This is the first time I’m posting for BTS in months so please be kind! It was never my intention to take a break from writing for them—I simply wanted to follow where my inspiration (and motivation) lead me. Frankly, if you weren’t able to tell already, I’ve decided to write primarily for Seventeen. Yet, you should still see me posting for BTS occasionally! Just certainly more sporadic than I used to.

(The way I wrote the couple in this fic is slightly reminiscent of Earmuffs, a fic I posted on Valentine’s Day, ‘21.)

Here is the song that I used to inspire this fic, along with its lyrics.

•• The tip of his nose.

You weren't entirely sure how it had gotten there, but Yoongi, unmistakably, had a tiny speck of blue paint decorating the very end of his rounded nose.

At a quick glance, it looked like nothing but simply a small freckle. Yet, this was only one of the many times that you'd admired your boyfriend's complexion to know that the minuscule dot of blue was out of the ordinary.

"Hey, Min," you set down the dainty paintbrush onto the edge of your easel, wiping your hands on a scrap piece of damp paper towel. "You've got a little something”—you gestured to the end of your nose—“there.”

Yoongi's eyes lifted at the sound of his nickname falling from your lips, followed by his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he proceeded to stand from his seat and shuffle his way to the bathroom mirror.

You giggled at his puffy cheeks (even rounder in his state of low grumbles and pouty lips as to how he could have gotten paint on his face in the first place?) and followed behind his wide strides.

The bathroom door was already half-shut by the time you arrived; you lifted a cautious hand to nudge the door open. But what you couldn't have predicted was what was waiting for you on the other side.

With one swift motion, Yoongi's hand came up nearly to your eye level, and before you could process it, you felt the cold tip of his paintbrush meet the end of your nose.

You were momentarily silenced, confusion swimming through your mind and your eyes blinking repeatedly. "Did you just–" you walked the few extra steps until you stood in front of the broad bathroom mirror to see Yoongi's handicraft. Leaning in and peering closer at your reflection, you had an (albeit much larger) spot of indigo adorning your nose to match your boyfriend, gleaming beneath the fluorescent bathroom lighting as you turned your head from side to side.

In the mirror's face, Yoongi's wide smile beamed behind you when he stepped closer, pulling you into his warm embrace and completing the scene by leaning the side of his head on top of yours.

"You think this is funny, huh, Min?"

"I didn't want you to miss out on the new club I just formed."

Despite your eyes rolling, your hand found Yoongi's that laid across your stomach in his side hug.

"Besides, Bubs," the boy continued, "I think it looks better on you."

You turned from looking in the mirror to face Yoongi fully. You pointed at your nose, "The paint?" to clarity his words.

"Mhmm," he brushed some hair from your forehead. "It isn't even a competition. You're too damn pretty, even with paint on your face."

You couldn't find the words to jest back at him.

Especially not when Yoongi's hand came up to your face once more, painting a small smiley face onto the apple of your cheek—the cold of the brush a stark contrast to the heat rising in your face.

And yet, when Yoongi turned your head to the side to reveal your paint-less cheek, tracing another round shape (maybe a heart, maybe a snail, you weren't entirely sure), you couldn't help but continue to watch him with fondness consuming your features and eyes darting instinctively from his matching paint dot to lower where his lips lied in a gentle smile.

He pulled away, releasing a deep breath, "There," and finally set the paintbrush down on the bathroom counter.

"All finished?"

Yoongi nodded his head, his own toothy grin worming its way onto his face.

"Great, now kiss me, you idiot."

The boy was caught off guard, so you continued, "Come on, you can't expect me to be that close to your face and not kiss you?" It was now your turn to pout, "I even let you draw on my face."

Although, you didn't need to convince him much longer when Yoongi's hand carefully (as not to smudge your newly-painted cheeks) lifted to the side of your face, pulling you closer to him until your lips connected without either of your smiles breaking.

It was a sweet kiss, tasting like the freshly brewed iced tea you'd made for the two of you before you sat down to paint. You drink too much coffee, you had told him as you dropped ice cubes into his cup. Have this instead.

Foreheads (and painted noses) stayed touching for a moment longer, even after parting from the kiss. With your eyes remained closed, you tuned in to the slow circles that Yoongi traced near your temple. His thumb was slightly calloused from all of his guitar practice recently, and yet, you couldn't help but lean into his touch.

You reluctantly pulled away from him, opening your eyes and a quick lick to your chapped lips; "I think I'm tired of painting for today."

"Why don't you wash your face while I start to put things away?"

"Oh?" You held onto Yoongi's hand to stop him from walking away. "Is our club dissipating already?"

Your boyfriend's grin beamed wider than before. "No," he mumbled, eyes suddenly flickering down to your hand holding his, "you and me, Bubs, we’re already in a forever club."

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[hongcherry]

Tonight || ksj

“People say your duty is to your heart rather than your head, but what happens when Seokjin’s heart is torn in two?”

💕 Pairing: idol!Seokjin x Reader(gn)

💕 Rating/Genres: NC-17; Fluff, angst, established relationship au, idol au

💕 Warning(s): Extremely soft Seokjin 😤

💕 Word Count: 1.9k

💕 Beta: @joyfulhopelox​​ (Your feedback was incredible and I loved all the details in your review. You did so well and I’m honored to have had you beta my work! Thank you for being my extra eyes.)

💕 Projects: @btscreatorscorner​​‘s June “BTS” workshop and BCC Summer Games (POV activity)

💕 Author’s Note: Can you believe I’m still in this writer’s funk? 😭 This is me trying to get out of that. I normally write from “Y/N” POV with a female reader, but I tried something new! Thanks for being patient with me as I try to find my creative juices again. Also, can I just brag and say I love the banner I made for this. IT’S SO PRETTY D: Shout out to Tonight by Seokjin aka one of my favorite songs okay bye enjoy.

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Seokjin knew better. 

He knew better than to indulge in something so selfish—something so dangerously addictive. But how could he not? How could he not stay, arms snaked around your waist and nose buried in the nape of your neck? Your familiar scent filled his senses and he could feel his head become dizzy 

Dizzy from your touch, your smell, your warmth.

The vibration emitted from your body told him you had said something, but for the life of him, he couldn’t decipher it. He couldn’t hear over the thumping in his chest or the angel on his shoulder yelling at him to leave now. Nevertheless, he hummed softly at your words.

Jin never imagined to have fallen so deeply so fast. Within a week of his month-long vacation, he had found you. It was your first day on the job and you were scrambling to complete his 7-drinks-and-7-pastries order alone. Luckily he was the only one in line, but your trainer decided you had had enough experience to leave you alone for five minutes while he took a call. It turns out that you didn’t have enough experience and Jin was sure you had put caramel in an iced americano by accident. Seokjin had felt bad and tried to decrease the number of items in his order to help, but you refused. You were determined to fully complete it and show you were capable of the job. 

Something about your downturned lips and knitted eyebrows as you concentrated, lit a flame inside Jin’s chest. When he realized this was a losing battle, he attempted to cheer you up with a cheesy pun. It was the smile you beamed at him that got his breath caught in his throat. He suddenly was thankful he had lost at rock-paper-scissors. 

His eyes fluttered closed as he pursed his plump lips against your soft skin. Your back was pressed against his chest. His kisses slowly traveled upwards toward your jaw as he engraved this moment in his memories. Your hands glided across his honey-skinned arms until your palms were resting on the back of his hands. Your fingers interlaced with his crooked ones, quiet giggles leaving your lips when Jin kissed the spot behind your ear. The sound made his heart tingle and he kissed the same spot to elicit the beautiful noise again.

He reluctantly pulled his mouth from you as you turned your head. The corner of your eyes crinkled slightly when your lips morphed into a smile. His hands involuntarily squeezed your sides at the sight. The fluorescent kitchen lights didn’t do justice to your breathtaking eyes.

It was then he decided he would succumb to you. 

He was scheduled to leave for a year-long tour tomorrow. It was insensitive to keep you next to him when he knew he would have to depart in a few hours. However, he couldn’t find the strength to leave your small apartment. The warmth from your body was soothing. He was never supposed to fall for someone while still an idol. He had told himself that he’d settle down officially once he retired. He wanted to be able to put all his attention on his significant other and the family he hoped to build with them. 

He was tempted to break it off with you before he departed so you weren’t left waiting for him, but he couldn’t let you go. He was too smitten to let you slip through his fingers like sand. Was it selfish to have you wait for him? Probably. Was he going to do anything about it? He had thought of one thing, though that included retiring early and he couldn’t abandon his brothers with such short notice. 

But weren’t you worth it?

He knew you must have noticed the small furrow of his brows as he fought with himself mentally. You gently rested your palm against his cheek, twisting slightly in his arms to do so. His head tilted into your touch. 

“You’re going to short-circuit with all the thinking you’re doing,” you teased and pecked another kiss on his lips. His eyes focused on yours, lips twitching at your comment but not forming their usual smile. Sighing silently, you turned in his grasp to face him properly. You raised your hands to rest on his shoulders while he placed his on your hips. He gently tugged your body closer until your chests were together. Feeling your body close to his always brought him comfort. And he could use that a lot right now.

“I don’t think I should go,” he murmured. Although his eyes were on yours, he wasn’t truly seeing you. 

“How come?” You questioned. He knew you knew the answer, but asked regardless to allow him to talk about his worries with you. You both have had this conversation before, but he was still caught up on making a decision—leaving you or leaving his members. 

“It’s too long of a wait. You’re going to get bored or upset or-”

“And what if I don’t?”

Jin shook his head and tore his gaze away from yours. “It’s inevitable. A year is too long away from each other. We haven’t even been together for a full month. We haven’t had the chance to really learn about each other. What if you forget about me? What if you realize this isn’t worth it?”

He understood these words were not new to you, yet you listened patiently as he voiced his concerns. He was grateful you allowed him the opportunity. He was sure you stayed up all night the day he told you about who he was, debating on these same issues. Could you truly wait for a man you’ve only known for three weeks? He thought the short time was crazy, but he has heard of people proposing three days into their relationship, so maybe he wasn’t so insane to feel so strongly about a person he barely knew. 

You were unique.

You played his heartstrings in ways that no one else had, creating a song solely meant for you both. It was mesmerizing, and he held onto this feeling as he hoped your decision was to wait for him. 

“It’s a possibility,” you replied truthfully. “But we’re not going to know if we don’t try. You could forget about me and realize it isn’t worth it, too, you know? With your busy schedule and countless people you run into... There could easily be another person you come across and see them as better than me.”

Jin was quick to disagree, “Not likely.”

“But you don’t know that,” you said almost in a sing-song manner. You playfully tapped the tip of his nose in hopes to keep the conversation light despite the serious topic. 

Jin stayed silent as he mulled over his thoughts again. 

“Are you willing to try?” You asked and ran your hands along the expanse of his shoulders. His shoulders relaxed under your touch when he realized how tense he was. 

There were a lot of possibilities that he didn’t like. One, you could break things off faster than he can say butter. Two, his mood may not be up to par and affect the team’s performances. Three, you could find someone else who would be there for you while he was on tour, but keep it a secret.

These were scenarios that scared him and made him want to stay in your apartment. If he left, he would be letting you slip out of his life. It was extreme but he didn’t want to take the risk. However, you were right. He couldn’t predict the future. Things could go south regardless of if he was away from you or not. He hoped they wouldn’t, but trying was more important than running away. He would regret letting you go but he would also regret letting his members go. Although it wasn’t fair for you, every relationship is a give-and-take. He just wasn’t sure he could balance both.

“Of course,” he replied as he raised his eyes to yours. The smile he loved so much appeared and by the way his heart hammered in his chest, he knew he had to try. 

“Then it’s settled,” you announced and tugged him closer. “I’ll video call you before every concert and if you have time, we can talk after, too.” 

Jin’s reply was stopped when you pressed your lips against his. You hummed contently as you both moved your lips to each other’s rhythm. 

“What-” Jin tried to speak. 

Kiss. 

“What if-”

Kiss. 

“Babe,” Jin laughed against your lips when you kept pulling him towards you. He held your hips firmly to indicate he wanted you to stay still. While he loved your lips on his, he knew you were trying to distract him. He watched as you stared at him with a pout as you waited. 

“What if you’re too tired to talk? We may be in different time zones.”

“Pffft. Time zones, slime jones,” you scoffed and went to kiss him again only for him to turn his face at the last second, causing your lips to peck his cheek instead. You grumbled and crossed your arms against your chest. 

“It won’t matter,” you continued. “I’ll always have time to talk to you.”

Seokjin stared at you for a moment, stifling his laugh at your child-like stance. He gently grabbed your forearms and uncrossed your arms from your body. He slid his hands down to your hands, intertwining your fingers together before pulling them behind your back. His chest was pressed against yours, caging you between his arms. He just wanted to feel you close for as long as possible before he had to leave.

“That’s sweet, but I’m sure there'll be times when you don’t pick up because you’re asleep,” he responded, voice low. 

“Wanna bet?” You challenged. Jin chuckled and lowered his face toward yours.

“Wanna lose?” He countered, lips ghosting yours teasingly. You scoffed and leaned into his kiss, only for him to pull away before you could fully press your lips to his. He noticed the way you suppressed the whine bubbling in your throat. He silently wished you didn’t.

“When I win,” you corrected. “You owe me a back massage.”

“Can’t I just give you a signed album? You know those are pretty expensive? I wouldn’t be upset if you sold it.” He teased. 

“No,” you replied firmly. He sighed dramatically but couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his lips. It was worth a shot.

“And if you lose, you cook me dinner.”

“Fine. Deal,” you said hurriedly. 

“That easy?” Jin smirked, pulling away from your second attempt to kiss him. You tried to pull him closer, but your arms were locked behind your back. Jin’s lips curled upward at your failed attempt.

“Shut up and seal this bet with a kiss,” you huffed, getting impatient at his constant teasing. 

“That’s cheesy.”

“Does it look like I care? Just k- Hmph!”

Seokjin’s smile widened at the cute noise, soaking up the feeling of your body against his as your mouths glided against each other’s. He felt your body instantly relax in his arms at his touch; his eyes fluttering close as he focused on everything you both were feeling through the kiss. There were risks staying in this relationship, but he didn’t know a relationship without any. 

Seokjin’s grip loosened and you took the opportunity to break free from Jin’s trap. Your arms slithered around his body, taking a moment to feel his solid muscles beneath his shirt. Jin’s heartbeat was rapid at every touch and glide from your hands. Too many thoughts were roaming through his mind, but when you tangled your fingers in his hair, everything came to a halt. He could only sense you. 

Your touch, your smell, your warmth. 

Tonight he would allow himself to be selfish. 

Tonight he wouldn’t think about the inevitable. 

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[lookingforluna]

1:20 AM || jjk

☾Pairing: Non-idol!Jungkook x Reader 

☾Word Count: 760 words

☾Rating: G

Genre: established relationship!, angst, fluff, non-idol!au

☾Warnings: sad thoughts, talk of feeling alone, reader feeling hopeless  

☾Summary: It’s 1:20 in the morning and when thoughts of how lost you feel in the world begin to surface, your sweet and loving boyfriend is there to comfort you. 

☾ A/N: Hi there this might look familiar because it was from my previous account. I now go by Luna and I’m happy to be back on Tumblr! I’ll be posting a majority of my old stories, but I have many new ones planned 💙

"Sweetheart? Why are you crying? Come here, baby," Jungkook softly whispers as he rouses from his sleep, your soft sniffles waking him up. You can't control the tears as they roll down your cheeks, an aching feeling in your heart as you can't even begin to put how you feel into words.

You snuggle into Jungkook, your face burying itself into the crook of his neck as he rubs your back slowly. The two of you stay there in silence, the darkness of the night surrounding you both as your sniffles slowly begin to subside.  

"Do you want to tell me what is wrong, baby?" Jungkook softly mumbles against your forehead, where his chin resides. His lips continue to press soft kisses against your temple as his fingers trace patterns against your back, his feet tangled with yours beneath the covers.

"I just," you begin too afraid to speak the truth. You didn't want to tell Jungkook your worries only to have him judge you. "You can tell me, sweetheart. I'm here for you," he utters as his pink lips press another gentle kiss to your forehead.

"I just feel stressed out. I don't know what I'm doing with my life right now. There's so much going on, and I don't have enough time to do the things I want to enjoy. I don't feel happy. I feel like my life is passing by, and I'm not there. Every day is a blur, and I don't feel truly happy," you confess as another tear slips down your cheek at your embarrassing statement.

You felt ashamed of yourself. You shouldn't feel this way about your life. You had Jungkook as your loving boyfriend, you were in college, and you had a great relationship with your family. Yet you felt like nothing was going your way in life at the moment, and for that, you felt guilty.    

"Sometimes, I would rather just sleep instead and forget everything for a while. I don't like going out anymore, and I hate getting dressed up. I don't know what's wrong with me, Jungkook. I'm sorry for being this way. I shouldn't feel this way," you sob into his neck as you grip his shirt tightly, the tears freely falling as you express your emotions out in the open.

The soft-touch of Jungkook's fingers moves to rub up and down your arm as he pulls you into his chest, his hand gently running through your hair as he tries to comfort you. The repeated 'shhh' floats into your ear as Jungkook whispers it over and over in hopes of helping you calm down. You had just poured your heart out to him, and he wished he would have noticed you were feeling this way earlier.              

"Shhh, it's okay, baby. I'm here. Let it all out, baby," Jungkook mumbles over and over as he holds you close to his chest and stares at the ceiling in the darkness.

"Don't ever be sorry for how you feel, baby. Let everything out and tell me how you feel. I'm here for you, and I always will be. I'm sorry you've been feeling this way, and I haven't noticed. I know things are hard for you right now, but they will get better. I will do whatever I can to help you feel better again, I promise you that. I love you, Jagiya," Jungkook promises through the darkness as he whispers his words into your hair, your sobs slowly dying as you feel comfort in knowing you can count on him.

"I will help you through anything y/n. I will be whatever you need. I will be there whenever you need me, baby. I want you to be happy again, and I will help you. You're my everything, and if you're hurting, then I'm hurting. Please promise me you'll tell me when you feel this way," Jungkook softly says, a faint sniffle coming from him as he tries to stop the tears that have begun to brim his eyes.

"I promise, Kook," you softly reply as you still clutch onto his shirt tightly,  his arms giving you comfort and making you feel loved.

"I love you y/n," Jungkook mumbles as he tilts your chin up, his eyes staring intensely into yours even in the darkness of the night.

"I love you too, Jungkook," you whisper just as his lips descend onto yours, a slow yet passionate kiss consuming you and making you realize that you would make it through anything as long as you had this man by your side.  

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