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daichiduskdrop · 8 months

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Chapter 24

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: none!

Words: 3280

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You and the packalpha rested for a few good minutes. Listening to Namjoon's heartbeat settled you, and you felt content and comforted, the man's hands gently running up and down your back.

The peacefulness was soon taken away, though, with Taehyung walking over. The alpha couldn't help but coo at how soft you looked, gently wrapped up against his packmate.

„When do we have to leave hyung-?” He asked, his fingers combing through your hair gently. After the many years of constant stress they had gone through, the pack cherished deeply the calm and slow mornings.

While it wasn't a truly usual thing for them, with you now around for the alphas to take care of, the packmembers wanted to keep it like this forever.

Resting with you in their den, waking up late to have a lazy breakfast only to go back to the comforting cuddles they shared right after—it was like heaven for the touch starved alphas.

Namjoon sighed, sitting up with you still tightly latched onto his chest, his arms hugging you just as close back.

He fished out his phone from his jean pocket, the small, foldable device showing that it was just about 6:47.

„We should be in the car at 7:15 at the latest.” The alpha said, his voice quite rough. He was tired, even after the unusually long sleep.

Sighing, the younger alpha stood back up—he wanted to go with his younger packmate to see the new coffee bar.

Even if he wasn't a true fan of the bavarage, Jungkook wouldn't stop talking about the atmosphere the shop had, and he had just about enough, wanting to check it out himself.

But since neither of them was ready yet and the youngest practically just rolled out of bed, more tired and sleepy after having you to warm up during the night, they would have to go a different day.

That was okay. He wanted to take you with him anyway. The alpha wished to see all the different pastries you liked and remember all your drink preferences. It was important for them.

Mumbling out an okay, Tae shuffled up the stairs to his room, having to dress up for seeing his managers, and they would probably have to record a few things today too.

„Sweetheart, let's go get ready now, okay?” Namjoon whispered gently in your ear, his voice softer and quieter to not startle you.

He wouldn't be surprised if you were asleep, considering how your eyes have been closed for a few minutes. Your lips popped open as you breathed in his scent, resting against his chest and collarbone.

You whined softly, but after he helped you sit back up straight, you just yawned before you made your way upstairs again. You still had to shower and get ready.

With the packmembers slowly walking around the house, tiredly placing their wallets and keys in their bags and pockets, making sure to bring all the required documents, suddenly, the doorbell rang.

You had just walked downstairs; your hair was a little bit damp, even though you tried to blow-dry it. The clothes you wore were simple. Taehyung came around to help you choose after he saw you struggle from walking past the room.

With his words calm and gentle, the alpha helped you choose an outfit stylish and simple enough, making sure you would look put together and would make a great impression.

A grey oversized cardigan with a white lower collar turtleneck underneath and a simple pair of loose-fitting black knit ribbed trousers satisfied the fashionista.

Telling you that he would be downstairs in a beat, you thanked him softly, a warm hug was shared between the two of you. And so you walked downstairs when you heard the doorbell.

And suddenly, no one was really around.

It wasn't your place to open the doors, as you were only just being courted, and you weren't sure if it was nice of you to act as if you truly lived here, even though you had practically started to move into the house.

Still, you shuffled over to the doors, the faintest smell coming through, noting the stranger.

You went to reach for the handle, only to have yourself pulled back by gentle and warm hands taking hold of yours. Bending down to look you in the eyes, the man sighed out.

„Sunny, don't open the doors for strangers on your own like that, baby; it could be dangerous. You don't know who is behind them!” Hobi stressed, his hands wrapping around your cheeks.

A soft hum left you as you grasped tighter on his fingers. „We will talk about it later, okay?” He said gently, sighing before pulling you behind himself as he unlocked the doors.

It was no one else but a pair of police officers. They wore their dark navy blue uniforms, smiling politely at Hoseok when he appeared.

„Good morning, we are a part of the police department; are you from a pack legally protected by Kim Namjoon?” The older man asked, his eyebrows bushy and a seemingly tired look in his eyes.

The younger officer seemed a bit more alert, and just from their smells, you could tell the older was a beta while the younger was an alpha.

To be honest, you never knew a beta could even be a police officer, but you never looked too deeply into the topic either.

„Yes, sir, I'm Jung Hoseok; my pack name is Kim Hoseok.” Hobi answered truthfully, not having to worry about much.

„Alright, thank you. Is your packalpha currently around?” He continued, obviously remembering the usual speech regarding such issues.

The alpha once again nodded, telling them that he would go get him. Pulling you next to himself, Hobi gently placed you onto the sofa, his lips brushing up against your forehead.

„Wait here, sunny bub. Alpha will be right back. Don't worry about anything; everything is going to be okay.” He whispered, gently smiling at you. You nodded a little bit, trusting the man.

Calling out for his younger packmate, Hoseok brought the man over soon. You didn't hear much of the conversation after he led him to the entrance; the packalpha was just finishing brushing his teeth.

With the pack members lingering all around the house, it didn't take long until someone noticed you sitting on the couch. It was Jimin who came over first; the alpha was too excited to give up on any chances for cuddles.

„Princess? What's up?” He asked softly, his fingers brushing a lock of your hair behind your ear. You reached up for the man, making him chuckle softly.

„Aigoo...of course, come here, princess.” He whispered softly. Only now did he notice the two unknown scents in the house, his head shooting up from gently resting over yours, the man's arms wrapping around you tighter.

The two police officers soon emerged again, only casting you two a quick glance, Namjoon leading them towards the dining table with Hoseok in suit.

„That's the omega?” The younger person asked, motioning towards you. Jimin, seemingly in response, only held you tighter, a small scowl appearing.

He didn't have to be worried or anything like that; the policemen wouldn't mean any actual disrespect or harm, but they were still strangers.

„Yes, my pack is currently courting her, so I can only imagine you understand the severity of the situation.” Namjoon answered, his voice levelled and calm, seemingly going into his normal packalpha mode.

„Of course.” The only response received was the light sound of chairs screeching as they took a seat. You couldn't hear everything, with the alpha holding you and turning on the TV as if to cancel the noise.

It was easy to get on his part, not wanting you to stress or worry about this. Your classmates were fine after all, and even if they wouldn't be, he could only imagine how you were after putting up with their behaviour for the past years.

„Thank you, Mr. Kim. My name is Xiao Lin, and this is my junior, Nae Dong-Yu. We are from the pack affairs department and would like to discuss the incident that occurred recently involving your pack and a group of two individuals.

Please understand that the purpose of this conversation is to gather information and ensure a comprehensive understanding of the events. You have the right to remain silent, but we encourage your full cooperation to establish the facts. Do you understand?”

Namjoon was calm. He didn't go through more serious legal situations too often, but even just establishing and maintaining the pack was quite the work.

Every year, all the documents were required to be updated for any sudden changes, regarding pretty much anything.

Those were always quite a worry to return in time, but with Yoongi's and Jin's help, they always managed.

„Yes, Officer Xiao. I understand, and I am willing to cooperate fully.” The packalpha answered, keeping in mind not to let his scent cloud up in worry. You would notice, and he didn't want you to stress.

„We appreciate your cooperation. To begin, please provide us with your account of the incident. We have been informed that the altercation took place as a response to alleged bullying towards your courted omega. Can you provide us with a detailed description of the events?”

„Of course. Yesterday, during a phone call with my older packmate, my omega revealed to the pack and me that she has been subjected to repeated bullying and harassment by the two individuals involved in this incident. The bullying had reached an intolerable level, causing significant distress to our omega, and she has almost entered an omega drop. Concerned for her wellbeing, myself and five others felt compelled to take action to prevent further harm.”

„Thank you for sharing your perspective. Can you clarify the specific actions that were taken by you and the other individuals?” The younger man asked, the conversation being recorded on a small dictaphone. They would have to file a report later.

„We confronted the two individuals and attempted to reason with them, asking them to cease their bullying behaviour. However, the situation quickly escalated into a physical confrontation, as they became aggressive and refused to back down. In an effort to protect our omega from further harm, we used proportional force to subdue the attackers and ensure her safety.”

„I see. Could you elaborate on your understanding of the legal aspects related to self-defence in this situation?”

„As far as I know, under Korean law, individuals are allowed to take necessary precautions to protect themselves or their packmates from imminent harm. In this case, our response was motivated by the intention to prevent further harm and ensure the safety of our courted omega. We did not initiate the confrontation but rather responded to the aggression directed towards us and her.”

„Okay, thank you for sharing your perspective on the matter. We will also gather statements from the other individuals involved to gain a comprehensive understanding of the incident. Our primary goal is to ascertain the facts and ensure a fair investigation. Is there anything else you would like to add or clarify at this stage?”

„No, Officer. I believe I have provided an accurate representation of the events. If there is any additional information required, I am more than willing to cooperate further.”

„We appreciate your cooperation and will consider the information you have provided. Please be assured that an impartial investigation will be conducted to establish a clear understanding of the incident. If we require any further assistance from you or your pack's omega, we will contact you.”

„Thank you, sirs. I appreciate your attention to this matter and look forward to a fair resolution.”

While you didn't get to hear everything, from the tones of voices, you understood that the matter was mostly resolved calmly.

The policemen didn't stay for much longer, only checking over the documents provided by the packalpha. They asked for your name too, and after you shyly handed them your ID to look over, the men soon left.

Sighing out, Namjoon closed the doors again, looking at his expensive watch. It was much later than when he wanted to leave. Calling out for all the pack members to truly start going to the car, he knew already that they were about to be pretty late.

„Come on, my princess. Let's go now.” Jimin whispered softly to you, switching off the TV. He picked you up in his arms, smiling widely at the drowsy look you still adored.

Placing you on the ground at the entrance, a few of the alphas were also lacing up their boots. Kneeling on one knee before you, Jimin reached for the new pair they had bought you yesterday, your soft gasp making him smile widely.

„Oppa, you don't have to buy me a-" You didn't get to finish the sentence; the man was already softly shushing you, his eyes shooting up to meet yours for a millisecond.

„Alpha loves to spoil his most precious, okay?” He said calmly, his hand holding your smaller one for a little moment before he got back to lacing up the fluffy beige and brown boots.

To be truthful, when you looked down at them, you thought you might have just fallen in love; they reminded you of soft, fluffy paws. They felt nice; the fabric was soft and warm, much better than the shoes you had before.

After helping you pull on a pufferjacket from Dior, the soft off white simple but sleek, Jimin made quick work getting ready himself.

The other alphas didn't waste much time; Yoongi, the one waiting at the open doors, softly commanded you to come along. When you hesitated, looking back at the alpha, the older man could only smile gently.

„It's okay, Kitty; he will come to the car soon; don't worry. Let's go now. Hold my hand, sweet baby.” He pulled you along, his hand tightly grasping yours.

It was snowing again; the snow from the previous days had now frozen over during the short period; no snowflakes had broken.

And so, making sure you wouldn't fall on the slippery ice, the second eldest held your hand tight and secure. Truly, he only wanted to hold you to himself for a little bit longer, and with how cold it was, the air felt like daggers on any of his exposed skin.

It must feel twice as bad for you, he concluded, and he therefore decided that keeping you comfortable and warm for the day would be his goal.

Pulling the doors for the two of you open, Hobi smiled softly at you. „You can sit here, sunshine; I saved the warmest sp-” His gentle voice was interrupted by a loud gasp, followed by a series of questions.

You slipped a bit when you went to step up into the vehicle. Yoongi was now gone as he went to the other side.

Luckily, warm hands grasped you at your waist, lifting you up into the vehicle as your legs went limp. „Careful there, precious. Are you okay?”

„Oh my gosh, sunny!” Hoseok proclaimed loudly, his hands going right to your cheeks and his eyes looking all over your body, checking if you were hurt.

You smiled softly, giggling a little bit. „It's okay, thank you, Minnie.” You said softly, Hobi was already pulling you closer to himself as he buckled you in.

The alpha felt his heart flutter a little at the sweet nickname you used for him. He liked how it sounded coming from your soft lips, much better than from anyone else's.

Not resisting the urge, he stepped up and leaned over to you, his lips brushing against your temple in a sweet peck. Your cheeks flared up, and he smiled wider at it.

Climbing to the back of the car, he took a seat himself. With Yoongi combing your hair back with his fingers gently, you all sat back, Jin starting the car, the vehicle rumbling. It was already almost 8, and they were meant to be at Hybe by 7:40.

The packalpha had already messaged their managers, letting them know that they were running a little bit late. He was prepared to receive an earful, though.

„What should we listen to today, pup?” He asked, the Spotify app once again opened. Turning in his seat to look at you, Namjoon couldn't help but coo loudly at how you looked.

Bundled up in the oversized puffer jacket, your chin was tucked away in the collar, but that wasn't everything. A thicker, cosy-looking black blanket was draped over you, and Namjoon recognised it well enough.

It was Yoongi's; the alpha was always sleeping with it. He asked him about it, noticing how much of a comfort object it was for him, but even then he didn't reveal why he brought it so close to his heart.

It was only a few years later that Namjoon realised the true reason. As a part of the spring festival, Yoongi's family allowed their pack to stay at their house for a prolonged weekend.

It was quite meaningful; the family wasn't always supportive of the alpha's decisions, and so it brought a sense of final acceptance.

One evening, Jungkook and Taehyung found a thick photo album, giggling and snorting at the different captured moments loudly in the living room.

He noticed, coming over to see what was so funny after they hadn't stopped laughing after over 15 minutes—only to discover them sitting on the floor, the many albums sprawled out around them.

Namjoon scolded them that night, disappointed a little that they would penetrate their older packmate's privacy so easily like that, but couldn't help but notice a picture himself.

It was an older photo, taken when Yoongi and his older brother were still quite young. But what the younger boy held, Namjoon recognised right away.

A still-wrapped-up, dark, fluffy blanket, his older brother looking over his shoulder while the yoong boy sat next to the birthday cake, the candles lit up, showing the number 9.

It was a gift from his brother, and once Yoongi moved from his family's pack later on in his life, he brought it with himself.

While the man didn't have that good of a relationship with his family, Namjoon understood that even without his words, he showed love well through his sweet actions.

And seeing you, tightly bundled up within the soft fabric, the alpha's hand holding yours while he looked at his phone, his thumb gently running over your knuckles from time to time, the packalpha realised how much closer than he originally thought you were to their hearts, his eyes soft for you.

„n-not sure...” You mumbled. You knew a lot of music you enjoyed, but after all, they were musicians themselves, and that meant they probably would value your opinions a lot and take them seriously.

„It's okay, peaches. How about we play the radio instead? That way, you don't have to worry about choosing cub." The eldest said, his eyes not leaving the road for a second.

You nodded hesitatingly, not sure. The radio stations you knew were all mostly very energetic, obviously meant to keep any tired drivers alert, but you never truly liked those.

„Okay oppa.” You whispered, your fingers tightening over Yoongi's. The alpha was quick to notice, looking up from the screen at you.

Cooing loudly at you, he couldn't help himself, leaning over, his lips brushing up against your forehead. He let his rest against yours for a second, both of you breathing in the scents you each carried.

„Doing so well, kitty. You're doing so well for your alphas, my baby kitten.” He whispered softly near your ear, his lips brushing against your forehead again, the gummy smile he adored warming you up from inside.

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chroniclesofbts · 1 month

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Call Me Home Part 6

Idol hybrid BTS x hybrid foreigner reader

Warnings: implied sexual themes, smut, angst, fluff, polyamorous relationship, name calling, night terrors, drug use to cause shifting, auctions

If you’re not 18+ please, do not interact.

As always, my works do not represent BTS in any way, this is purely a work of fiction.

Rushed down the hall and into the den, I am handed a green turtleneck to change into. I can hear Hoseok in the other room talking to the Therapist. My hands are shaking so much that I struggle to take off my current shirt. Jungkook takes the turtleneck out of my hands and gives it to Jimin. He grabs the bottom of the shirt I am wearing and waits for permission to help me. I nod, giving a small yes, before he pulls it off quickly. Jimin instantly puts the turtleneck on me, both of their eyes being respectful and not wandering. Jungkook grabs my hand softly and leads me to the living room where Hoseok is with the laptop. He glances up at me as we enter, smiling softly at my shaking form. He reaches his hand out for me to take, pulling me softly into his side.

"We can stay, if you want, or one of us can. Whatever you need, we are here for." Hoseok speaks to me, his face showing worry.

"Stay, please, I don't want to explain everything all over again. Wanted everyone here, but I guess I will have to explain again anyway." I whisper, feeling Taehyungs emotions weighing me down.

Footsteps coming down the stairs cause me to glance up, seeing the rest of the pack entering, eyes still showing their animals are present. They are dressed and holding Taehyung tightly, who is looking at his feet. He isn't hurt like I expected, just showing freshly bitten mating marks.

"We wouldn't make you go through it more than you needed to, Doe" Yoongi says, letting go of Taehyung and joining my other side.

"Let's begin our first session, now that everyone is present." The woman says through the computer.

"We met in the hospital, I was one of the ones who spoke to you before you left. Do you remember me?" She continues

I nod, feeling a squeeze to my thigh, "I do" I verbalize, earning a small chuff from Yoongi.

"It's good to see you again, how are you feeling?" She begins, asking all of the typical questions to start our session.

The session is going well, mostly a routine check in, until she asks about my home.

"Tell me a little bit about where you are from, where you grew up."

"I don't remember much about my family, I moved when I was young into the ranch." I spoke quietly, feeling the atmosphere changing. Yoongi and Hoseok tensing on either side of me, Taehyung's feeling distracting me as I meet his eyes.

"How old were you?" She pushes, refocusing me.

"8, I think?" I pause, "Maybe 7, the memories all blur together"

"Why did you move so young?" She continues without missing a beat.

"I am rare, small, worth good money" I shrugged, bumping shoulders with Hoseok. "My parents are both deer, so I am a purebreed, and I had the rare trait, it made sense I was the one to leave. We needed the money, my mom was getting older, so I took her place. My siblings had too many mixed genes from the ranch, I wasn't born there, was an accident" I mumbled, leaning into Hoseok's arms.

"And how long did you stay at the ranch"

"Until I was sold permanently" I replied, distantly, feeling my chest start to tighten.

"Tae, switch with me" Hoseok whispered while I was talking. Taehyung moved quick, pulling me into his lap, so softly that I was barely jostled.

"And how old were you then?" She pushed, taking not of the interactions between me and the pack.

"I was at the ranch for 6 years, I fought each client there and they got tired of me. My owner purchased me for cheap, I think, complained how I wasn't even worth what little he gave them for me"

And how long were you with him?"

"Until I ran away, after biting the client and being beaten, i stayed on the streets for a couple of years, trying to remain out of sight."

"And then you entered the program" She concluded

"I did, not really given a choice or much information, just caged and sedated. Shipped off to another country" I confirmed, causing Taehyung to squeeze me tighter and bury his head into my shoulder.

"And your heats?"

"I've never had one, was on medicine, the strong ones so I didn't get pregnant in the ranch or with a client. The took me off a few weeks before I left, hoping it would cause me to accept the clients easier. I just never got it after"

"That could be because your animal was protecting you, or the stress in the situation before you were given suppressants in the program. Would also explain why you were thrown into a false heat" She explained, writing more down.

"How are the nightmares?" She said, causing me to freeze and be thrown back into the memory from last nigh, my breath quickening. I can vaguely feel my name being said, the memory feeling all too real. My face is shoved into Taehyung's neck, the scent and memory mixing into reality. I can feel hands pulling me out of Taehyung's grasp, snarls and growls, before I am laying on my back on the couch, a weight over me. My scent gland exposed, a mouth latching and nipping. A hand hovering my mark from Taehyung, before slowly rubbing over it. My body falls slack, vision returning and finding Yoongi pressing me down, a comforting weight, and lapping at my unmarked gland. I turn slightly, eyes finding Namjoon, who is rubbing over the mark, sending jolts down my body.

"You're safe, here with us" Yoongi murmurs, lifting his head to find my eyes.

"I think it's best for the rest of you to mark her, so her animal feels completed in the den, but nothing else for now. It's too dangerous to trigger a heat, marking her will comfort her animal and help her to be pulled from her nightmares quicker. Slow the episodes down too. She should have been comforted by her first mate, being marked usually soothes my clients. But I have never seen a pack this size with a client. Start slowly, one mark a day until her animal calms down. You'll know when she is ready for more. I would like to see you 3 times a week, and talk about your dreams. Once you are comfortable, until then we can talk about your feeling with your pack." She concludes her session with Jin and Hoseok, while I continue to calm down, sagging in Yoongi's hold. Once the call ends, Taehyung pushes his way on top of me and latches down on my mark, his animal upset they couldn't comfort me. His mouth soothing the sting, his body molding against mine as he tends to the fresh wound. My eyes flutter at the sensations, the calm of the room and the stress from the call pulling me under. The last thing I remember is being lifted and carried, the smell of the den lulling me fully to sleep.

A/N: Sorry for the delay in posting, I am currently back to work at both jobs and didn't realize how little time I would have, on top of how tiring it is after being on leave for so long

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soraviie · 1 year

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you compare yourself to him 2.txt

━ type: bts x f! reader ━ navigation ━ part I here

━ about: angst atop of angst and some fluff

━ a/n: Bacchus here is a reference to a Korean energy drink in Yoongi's part. Jimin's part is my own favourite one :)

━ previously posted on soraviii

NAMJOON: The world is...beige. Since when? Blinking away the heavy grogginess, you reach to touch the material on your face before removing it. Looking around one might think you'd slept through the whole warfare as every surface is covered in clothes. Amidst the maelstrom like a blur in the wind is Namjoon, tossing everything he could find all around. You reach to hook a finger around a silver chain necklace inexplicably dangling on a bedside lamp. You remember this one. You'd gifted him this in Tartu on a whim of being overwhelmingly lovesick for his dimples.

"Are you fleeing the country?" you rasp, voice falling gruff from the disuse. It had been...hard to talk after the gallery. Or look at yourself in the mirror. Or leave the bed.

At the sound of your voice, Namjoon whips around, accidentally pulling along with him a lightbox. Dimly you watch it clatter on the ground.

"Baby! Hello! Did you sleep well?" he asks with an eagerness of a zealous labrador and you frown.

"Well enough. Have you gone mad? Perhaps?"

He laughs as though this simple remark was the finest joke in the land.

"No, I'm very focused and logical," he chirps and your frown deepens. No way his brain was not harmed somehow. This was...suspicious to say the least.

"Listen, I'm going to be on the TV today -"

"You always are," dryly you point out but then he crawls on the bed and practically sticks his face into yours, so close you go cross-eyed.

"Make sure you watch it, okay? It'll be a live. Starts at 3."

"Okay," flustered you comply and as his breath fans your face the suspicion surges. "How many energy drinks have you had?"

"Nine!"

Your eyes pop open but you can't do much about it as he glimpsed down, finds the necklace glimmering between your fingers and lets out a jubilant cry.

"I've been looking for this thing! Thank you!" he begins leaving rushed kisses all over your face, graciously ignoring any protests. "Thank you, baby! My moon and stars!"

Was he drunk as well?

Pulling back just as haphazardly he glanced at the clock, breathing a horrified gasp.

"Oh, shit, I'm late! But the mess..." he tosses a guilty glimpse at the destroyed closet before you push him.

"I'll..I'll clean it, just go."

You had little to do anyway, not like you could go to a gallery to have worldly people fun. At that, a natural scoff worms upon your face.

"Thank you! I love you! I love you so much!" he yelps and presses himself fervently against you, capturing your lips in a sloppy, frantic kiss. The taste of energy drinks spills onto your mouth. The next you know, your boyfriend becomes Sonic and is out of the door leaving nothing but destruction in his wake.

Typical.

You're still folding some pants when reluctantly the weight of the promise burdens you too much and end up switching the TV, knowing in your heart that seeing him in his role as an idol, you'll only feel more distant. What sort of girlfriend tunes into the TV to see their boyfriend not just call them? What sort of girlfriend were you at all? You frown at the leg of the pants, bunching it in your palms before releasing it. A lame one. You were a lame girlfriend.

It couldn't be said that this interview was anything else that you hadn't seen and heard hundred times before but one thing does stick out like red in a sea of mourners. Namjoon looks like a goddamn patchwork game. You can squint and frown, an action which is done by many, including the interviewer, his band, and the camera operator probably as well. The look presented makes it seem he was blind, drunk, and high when choosing his clothes and also made that choice in a closet belonging to a crazy person. Green baggy pants, a red turtleneck, a white, little scarf, a beret and the necklace proudly laid to glisten in the middle of his chest which that turtleneck is giving it all to protect.

Was this his way of saying he needed a break?

"Uh, Namjoon, to address the uh...elephant in the room," the interviewer begins, pulling the collar of the shirt aside, under pressure to both ask and be very polite about it. "Are you experimenting with new fashion these days?"

"No," he beams back, suspiciously innocent and wide-eyed. "These are my favourite clothes! They give me comfort and remind me of being loved whenever I go."

You think back and start piecing together, a patchwork of your own if you will, that these were all things you got him. Some you had forgotten - the joke beret, the necklace but the red turtleneck was an impromptu Christmas present while the green pants he wanted but didn't have the time to go out and buy himself.

"I see," the interviewer drawls. "To segway off what you said, as k-pop idols, love is certainly a big part of your songs, may I ask how you view love on your own? Is it something you share with your image or is it completely different?"

"Well, I-" Taehyung begins but is immediately interrupted by Namjoon whose eagerness makes him look like a complete maniac. Poor Taehyung can only blink owlishly and then let the matter be.

"Thank you so much for asking! I've thought a lot about love, I always made it complicated in my head, but now I know better. Love is being understood," his eyes snap straight into the camera and you flinch as you hold eye contact. "It's to be comfortable and feeling heard. Most of the time you know people say you have to be of similar interests, that then you'll be able to bond better but that is simply not true. People are not bonded together by their diplomas, how many stamps they have on their passport or how many painting meanings they can discern."

Your cheeks flush.

"They are bonded because they share one another and that's what's important not the trivial nonsense others may push upon them. The world is made of perspectives and whenever our loved ones express their thoughts it becomes a better, more interesting place. And I think we ourselves as well. What matters is not how many, let's say, artwork meanings they get but how much of us they get."

"And do you feel..."get"?" the interviewer asks awkwardly and Namjoon splits into a broad smile.

"Very much so. I need nothing of no one else."

YOONGI: He stands there menacingly. A (not so) tall shadow cast over your bed at the very break of the dawn.

"You slept well?" he asks. Menacingly. Cause that's what he was. Menacing. Even the package in his hands is...menacing. You scurry to press yourself against the headboard. There's a determined gleam in his eye, one that says he was up to something and will see the fruits of his labour even if it kills him.

"Umm it was okay. Why are you cosplaying as the boy from the Grudge?"

He whines and the sinister aura disappears. You had hoped to avoid him for some days. Despite your best intentions, the words that you were only charity to Yoongi repeated their heinous loop over and over in your head.

"It was meant to be cute," he pouts. "Like watching over you in a guardian sort of way."

"Ended up with Brahms," you mutter and then erupt in a fit of coughs, dryness in the throat making it hard to speak.

Yoongi's face sours in an instant.

"Did you fall mute again?"

You shrug. It's easy not to talk when you don't exist. He sighs but doesn't prod, knowing full well he can't force things to be alright.

"Would you be up for dinner? A fancy one?"

You incline your head to the package and he hands it over. Inside sits dinner wear made of the finest quality.

"Why?" you rasp. "You don't usually like dressing up."

He shrugs and something about it has your eyes narrowing.

"Just wanted to do something different," he replies a bit too offhand. "Are you up to it?"

"I-" another cough interrupts the sentence and Yoongi rushes to get a glass of water. "Thank you. Okay. We can go to dinner."

Another dinner, yey, you think to yourself dryly but he seems for some reason excited and it would be no good to be a curmudgeon to him as well.

"Thank you, Bacchus," he bids softly and leans to kiss the top of your head.

You snort at the nickname.

But the dinner extravaganza didn't simply end there. With every passing second, the mystery tightened like an Agatha Christie novel. Yoongi insisted on you taking the car he ordered, tinted windows to add, to an undisclosed restaurant and with the driver oathed to not speak a word of it. Your phone he asked to shut off as well. Not put it on mute but turn it off entirely. You partially wondered if he hit a psychotic break of sorts and/or has unfortunately turned into a murderer. Mulling over the heartbreak that would be if your honey boy would turn into a killer, you were stunned to see a familiar face when climbing out of the car. Your mother.

"Mom? What are you doing here?"

She was dressed to the nines as well and seemed rather shocked to see you climbing out of the car. Around her neck sat a pearl necklace one you don't recall her having and she was nervously twiddling with it in front of the restaurant's host. A restaurant that you very purposefully avoided as one of its managers was none other than that annoying, grating, stick-so-far-up-her-ass-its-practically-impaling-her cousin of yours.

"I don't know," she replied, glancing around. "Your boyfriend asked me to be here."

Before you could answer anything, the host urged you to enter into a private area as was the case when you dined with someone who needed absolute security at all times. The group wasn't all that large, consisting of yourself, your mother, your aunt, the aunt who wasn't as cool as the first one her weird husband and their dog even, who was sporting a fancy bowtie for the occasion. By the table sat Yoongi and though many would say he appeared stoic you knew exactly what that sly, scheming son of a biscuit had done this evening. He raised to stand, politely bid welcome to all your relations who as always didn't know how to act so they settled on an ungainly silence, and then gave you flowers before kissing your cheek. By the bar, her eyes glinting like two wildfires, sat your cousin gurgling her own poison most likely.

"I'm so going to choke you for this," you discreetly whisper into his ear but he only smiles.

With alcohol loosening much of the knotted tongues, the dinner progressed smoothly. Yoongi occasionally coquettishly leaned in, so unlike him, and brushed his nose against your cheek. All, of course, a part of an elaborate apology.

"But you were afraid of my mother," you argue, walking hand in hand back home. Where your cousin went you did not know but it was unlikely she would be present at the next meeting.

"Still am," he chuckles but even then there is an undercurrent of fright running deep. "But after you hung up I called her and she relayed that you looked like a ghost for the rest of the evening. And I know I said this a thousand times but I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm not always there for you, I'm sorry for being absent, I'm sorry if anyone ever made you feel like you're invisible," he sighed, stretching he tie looser from his neck and you adjusted his hair, mussed by a strong gust of wind.

"Still you don't need to do all that," softly you say. "It's enough for you to just show up sometimes and be awkward in the corner."

"I know," he kisses the top of your head pushing the doors open. "Just wanted to show that you're the only one I see."

JIN: In a fashion that probably millions of other people did before him he pretended everything was fine. That it was all fine. What was it? Fine. Normal. Nothing was happening. Everything's usual. The same old. And then he cried in the bathroom stall for ten minutes, before forcing it to all stop and pretending that it was all fine.

But as your things became scarcer and two lives that he meant to unite forever were separated, clinically and detached like a scalpel of a surgeon, the less he could pretend it was fine.

It wasn't fine. It was over.

Jin was never one for relationship theatrics to say that his life was over as well but now he realized that it was - the life he wanted at least and possibly could have had in the future - was dust.

But there is some truth to the idea that sometimes loving someone was leaving them, letting them go in a wind, like a migrating bird, away from the winter of discontent and into the summer of ease.

And you assure him it's nothing he had done. Perhaps that's the most infuriating part, it's nothing he'd done so he can't correct, he can't change the world for you even if he wants to oh so bad. But harder still is to watch, watch you be a hollow shell, driven to a point of insecurity so high you ill. No jokes of his, no smiles, no well-meaning words of his can change the sentiment.

"I can't do this anymore. I can't handle the world you live in."

Even if he wouldn't be an idol, it's a world Jin has always lived in. He knows how to not buckle underneath the waves of judgment cause he had swum in them since but a bare-bottomed infant.

"You can always crash here or call me if you need help," he offers, trying to sound as light as possible while helping you pack the last boxes. Such a strange thing to help the love of your life leave you but despite all Jin has always wanted to take care. So he takes care one last time.

"That's not how it works," you laugh. It's dry and humourless and he wonders how long will it take for you to move on. The love is not lost it just couldn't conquer all as lovely as that would be.

"Yeah, I guess so," he scuffs his slipper against the floor. The home is empty now. It feels physically wrong and Jin hopes to himself this would all be a bad dream. That this is the same night he got you from the police station and this was a concoction of the mind, wormed and plagued by guilt.

"Eat well, okay," he reminds. There's so much he wants to say but he lets himself choke on those words. Why? He doesn't quite know but the last thing he wants to do is make you feel any worse. That's not what a good partner does. Even if he's soon to not be one.

"I will," you promise. "Remember to stretch once in a while, you play too many video games, they can make your muscles tense."

He doesn't trust his voice so Jin nods. And just like that, it's over. A thirty-second walk to the elevator is all he gets instead of a whole life he'd been so certain of. But even now he thinks that better you be happy than miserable by his side. The elevator dings and he's buying seconds, he would put his entire fortune for just a minute.

"Where will you be travelling exactly?" he asks.

"I don't know. Somewhere warm, somewhere cold. Find myself again," you reply, pretending it's all fine as well. If you acknowledge the reality for just a second, you'll break and so you delude yourself. For just a bit.

Jin nearly says to send him a lot of videos but then bites on his tongue. The elevator opens and you climb in, a suitcase behind you, a carton box in the crook of your arm. Jin smiles.

"You know, life is strange. Should we suddenly cross paths five years later who knows how it'll turn out, right?"

It's, of course, a hopeful delusion, a length of rope many have tied around their necks with a smile on their face but he can't stop. He doesn't want to stop. If the movie has a hopeful ending, it's a love story, if not - it's a tragedy and Jin was never one for tragedies.

Be that as it may, you open your mouth to say something, anything, but the elevator closes and the rest is silence.

HOSEOK: He glowers. Hoseok is not known for glowering but he does so to his earnest. The foot tapping the floor nearly makes a dent in the material as he waits. Waits for you like a disappointed parent or a hunter lying in an ambush. Hoseok himself doesn't particularly care what he is as long as he gets what he wants which is you at home.

She's not cheating, she would never cheat, he tells himself but isn't that what all poor bastards of the world thought. The hallway is dark and you stumble freely, assuming he's not here and then nearly crack your skull open when seeing him stand stoic like a statue in the dark.

"Fucking hell!" you yell and he jumps, somehow startling himself by the loudness of your voice.

"Welcome back," he greets you cooly, turning on the lights. "Hoped I was out?"

You stand squirming in guilt and avoiding his gaze exactly like a cheater would but there's no cologne on your blouse or a hickey on the neck. The only thing you carried was a plastic bag with snacks. Cheap, cheap snacks.

He takes it away from your hands and peers inside. Ramen, cotton buds, chocolate chips, and seaweed for some reason.

"I don't understand," he breathes out. "You're...all this time...every time you're not home you're doing grocery shopping?"

You don't answer anything and his brows furrow in confusion.

"_____________, I don't understand. Please, tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing wrong per se," you brush off. "It's just I..."

"I?" he urges.

"It's where I feel like I belong."

For a while, he leans into the wall and then it clicks together.

The store was perhaps the most normal thing possible with people going about their day, hardly any limelight. Hardly any luxury.

"You're with me, I love you," he sighs. "My world is your world."

"Yeah," you brush off, clearly lying. "I know."

And perhaps it's the stress or perhaps the fierceness with which he's ready to tie himself to you, a move he never thought he could wholeheartedly make, he has none of it. Which brings him back to a party, one in his name once more just a tad more covert.

"I don't know about this," you stammer, trying to pull your hand away from his.

"Just trust me. Don't you trust me?"

"Not with that tone," you whine crossing the street. "Listen, I'm happy your album is a success, couldn't be prouder -"

Hoseok's ears flush to this day when hearing any praise from your mouth.

"Thank you."

"- but you can, you know, have fun and I'll chill out somewhere else."

He whips around.

"Is it something someone said?" he confronts and you awkwardly glance away.

"They don't need to say it, it's apparent. I'm sticking out like a sore thumb in these places."

"I don't care for them and neither should you! If these parties are about me, then you should always be a part of them. I invite all the guys, all the time -"

"Yeah, you all work in the same field," you roll your eyes and he lightly flicks your forehead.

"Dummy, they're my family, you're my family and my family is with me in celebrations."

You gaze at your intertwined hands.

"Obviously, I can't and shouldn't force you to be here but trust me and maybe I can make you feel a little bit better."

You draw a heavy sigh, bemoaning to yourself about the sacrifices of love and with gritted teeth step into the enemy territory. It's loud and bright with many strangers surrounding you like flies around honey. You notice Jin and Jungkook tucked away neatly in the corner and they offer knowing nods of the head. You frown at them and turn to the stage where there's a podium and a magnificent chair like a throne behind it. Hoseok sits you, confused, down in it, sort of in the background but always present like an overarching symbolic presence and if people look then even faster they swerve away in guilt. Hoseok's smile is bright and polite but there is no question about it that the line "let's be friendly" means no one so much as opens their mouth to toss a curt comment or swerve their eye your way in an inappropriate manner. In between Hoseok frequently checking back and Jin pulling you into a nameless 1v1 phone game, you forget of the crowd, their judgement and your need for their opinion. Whenever you glance up, Hoseok is there giving an encouraging smile and you realize the one opinion that matters the most will never waver from always being in your favour.

JIMIN: The money spilt all across the counter as Mari yelped, startled when the door was simply kicked open.

"I-I'm sorry but we're clo-"

"What is this?" Jimin's voice comes with a sharpness you'd never ever heard before. It makes you swallow nervously, eyes lingering on the paper slip clutched in his palm.

"I...I explained what it is," you squirm anxiously and Mari's head is a blur, switching to left and fro in between you both.

"We..we have to keep closing," she whimpers, shrivelled small by the register squeaking in a barely audible tone.

Jimin's eyes snap towards her and she immediately withers underneath his rage.

"Just go home," you order her, tired, and she doesn't have to be told twice. Only a second passes before she's scurrying to the door. Momentarily, you can see that she recognizes the masked stranger but that makes her eyes only hang lower as she desperately tries to not be remembered, probably counting the sum of his displeasure in her head. When the bell rings to announce her exit, the air presses down with tension.

You twist the towel in your hands, pulling a deep breath to speak a string of words that cut your heart open.

"Jimin, I want...I want to break up."

"No."

A pause.

"No?" stunned, you echo.

"I'm not breaking up with you."

He has pulled the mask off his face and his eyes are crazy. They're rimmed red. He's been crying.

"You can't just -" you begin to object but he quickly interrupts.

"Do you still love me?"

The question takes you by surprise but he's not content with silence.

"Do you still love me?" he reiterates with more strength and you nod, voice catching in the throat.

"I do, but -"

"When we got together I said it would be hard but we promised, you promised that we would work through our problems together."

"I'm sorry," you murmur.

"Not accepted," Jimin snaps and you flinch. "What was this - "I'm sure in time you'll find yourself a more appropriate partner with whom you'll feel happier." With all due respect, ______________, you do not get to dictate what or to whom I should feel something. I'm dating you because I want you, not a model, not an idol or whoever you think is "good" for me. I want you."

"But what if I begin to resent you?" glaring at your shoes you listlessly argue but Jimin's face doesn't differ from the hard scowl with which he barged here into.

"I'm not going to part with the love of my life on a what if," he sneered throwing your breakup letter decidedly into the trash.

"But I'll just be a burden-!"

"Oh for the love of!" he throws his hands into the air. "You're not a burden for asking my help. I want to do it, you understand? Me! I want to help you, I want to provide for you, that's what I want not what you force me to do," completely worked himself into a heated tirade, he barely took a breath before pelting the words one after another like hail upon your shoulders.

"We're going to go home, talk about our problems and then live happily ever after, god fucking damnit!"

You stand mutely, hunched in yourself quite like a berated kid. Exhaling slowly through the nose, Jimin's rage seems to abate, if a little bit, and for a lingering pause, there's only the rhythmic ticking of the wall clock filling the air.

"I still need to close," you shuffle, sensing the familiar sting in the eyes.

"Fill out the documents," he replies stiffly but at least not sneering anymore. "I'll do the rest. You must be tired."

You comply without a question sitting down to fill out the proper numbers. Jimin's ensnared with dusting the countertops, mopping the floor, and gathering the trash. An unsightly, lowly work that a national star like him shouldn't be doing but he does. He does it all.

TAEHYUNG: He keeps thinking that it can't simply end like that - on a slammed door in the silence. But it does. It's inevitable like seeing your favourite movie with a sad ending over and over again, always hoping that the familiar reel will somehow change, that the world will be a better place than it is but the movie is set and the ending is set and everything is set in stone. Taehyung's role is set to play the irredeemable villain and be ruined by his own actions.

"This..you know...big city...but lovers find their way," he slurs in a bar with only Jimin to keep tabs on him. He's angry, untalkative and quite upset as Taehyung lost the love of his life and he lost a good friend all in one fell swoop. It's only because of Jimin's curt text of "way to miss your girlfriend's birthday, prick" that he came to his senses. He'd rushed home all at once though it did no good. The apartment was empty, the neighbours vouched for you moving out and in the trash, he found a single, crumpled note. It began and ended with only one word - V. Not Taehyung the one he's always been to you but V. There was nothing after it but he kept it still.

"Lovers...they find each other in every life right?" he asks but Jimin remains obstinately quiet yet when comes the time to weep he reaches out to pat his friend's back.

"It's just a scarf!" he yells into the stylist's face. "It's just a scarf! What's the big deal? It fits the theme, right? Just let me keep it!"

Namjoon having rushed to the room inspects this strange friend of his, backed into the corner with an expression so vicious he fails to recognize him. He doesn't know what happened but he knows the way Taehyung hugs the scarf to his chest, to protect, to cradle it like a kindling flame. He knows grief when he sees one.

"Just leave him alone," he orders the stylist and Taehyung is let on the stage with a scarf on his neck, one he doesn't stop touching throughout the entirety of the event. It was the only thing left besides the note, otherwise, you'd been very thorough, combing your life free of him in all conceivable ways. World as always goes on and Taehyung hates it for it doing so. Rather it'd stop, rather it stand completely still so he can mould himself into time itself and stop existing. He sees fractures of you in scenarios of happy strangers, of hands intertwined and smiles shared, a life lived together as he always wanted to. He intended to with such certainty it's like the very basis underneath his feet is crushed. He never assumed it'd go so wrong.

Largely he keeps this obsession to himself, of fear of being judged, of being called crazy, only Jimin knows and in his neverending love for his friend, he tolerates it. Partially in the happier moments, Taehyung tries to romanticize the situation. In any good love story, one person meets another and they are split apart by circumstance only to end up together. Forgiveness always wins and love prevails. That's what he was told since being a baby. This was...this was his term of punishment, a way to apologize for his actions but nothing of the sort is of course real. The reality which Taehyung was never too fond of was much more sterner and cutthroat. You didn't love him anymore = you left. The End.

The End.

He lives in dreams and he lives in love that now is just an echo.

But the wronger still comes the day when your scarf splits at the seams. It can't be fixed, it can't be brought back, it's just ruined and gone and it sits in Taehyung's hands - useless. Still, he shoves the threads in his pocket, fully aware that there was a line, a fine line to be drawn but he can't bring himself to draw it. If he stops hoping, just for a second, his movie will end like it was always meant to be.

JUNGKOOK: "Please come home."

"No."

The begging had been going on for almost half an hour. Both attempts were fruitless, his - to get you back, yours - to get him to leave.

"I'm sorry."

"You didn't accidentally step on my foot! You told me my entire life is useless. That I'm wrong for being not like you."

He licks his dry lips and runs a hand through the messed-up hair. Unwillingly, you notice that his knuckles were faintly bleeding. The temperature had dropped suddenly overnight. He must have forgotten to lotion them. Not that it mattered now. Though he had quite a lot to argue about that.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for what I said. I was stupid, petulant and..." he sighs, staring at the floor. "Jealous."

"Over what?" you tilt an eyebrow.

"Yoongi. You get along with Yoongi. He gets you and I was scared so I lashed out."

"It's not an excuse," listlessly, you frown at his figure lodged halfway into your friend's apartment. A safe haven, he somehow managed to find out about. One couldn't argue with how driven Jungkook was. A quality you did not appreciate much right now.

"What do you want here? That I'll spring back into your arms, magically find some sort of passion and suck you off in gratitude?!"

"No!" he objects. "No! It's not like that!"

"Then explain! Explain for us lowly, dispassionate losers what is this all about?!"

He begins to twiddle with his thumbs, tongue playing with the back of his lip ring. It wasn't often that a 1.79m, tattoed muscle mass known as Jeon Jungkook could possibly appear small but he appeared as such in this very moment.

"I just want you back. Want to eat my words," when you open your mouth to tear him a new one, he hurries faster. "But I know I can't. So I am asking, I'm begging to give me a chance. Not forgiveness, just a chance to start over. As...friends...if you'd like. I'll get to know you anew, open mind this time. Be as you are. That's all I'm asking."

"Friends?" you parrot, part scornful, part impressed. He used to drone on and on about how he always wanted to be more than friends, how that name was like a lightless void to him, an unshakeable role in the distance he was desperate to breach so to hear him offer that very role so eagerly was if anything a symbol of truly wanting to listen. If he could be trusted.

You assess him sternly, tucking away the feeling of a girlfriend far way.

"If we do it, if!" you emphasize yet his eyes gain a hopeful tint. Retribution. "I want to be able to cut ties without you throwing a fit, tracking me down and doing this because this," you wave over his crouched figure. "Is not cute. It's annoying. One strike and you're out! And we start as friends!"

He's not deterred in the slightest on the opposite his face is glowing.

"I'll get to know you as I should have," he promises. "No judgement."

You let out a prolonged, irritated sigh.

"I hate you."

"I don't," he replies, nose scrunched in happiness. "Not in the slightest."

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