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PAC: Urgent messages from your shadow self 🕷🕸🖤

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Trigger warning: These tarot cards contain graphic content (gore, syringes, etc.) and in this pac there is mentions of trauma, substance abuse, inner child wounds, etc. The tone of the words will also sound blunt because the shadow self is brutally honest. Viewer discretion is advised.

Pile 1:

Beautiful Liar by Beyoncé & Shakira

Special by Ashnikko

Black Swan by BTS

Four of Fire, Two of Air, & Daughter of Air.

(Clarified by Adjustment)

Your shadow self wants to urge you to find balance within yourself and your life. Perhaps you are someone who is constantly juggling with tasks, hobbies, or responsibilities. You are being a "jack of all trades, but a master of none". You don't know how to multitask and yet you are still trying to do it - why? You are overwhelming yourself. Take smaller steps vs trying to finish everything all at once. You are making yourself sink into this hole of frustation on your own. In the future, you will just make things more difficult if you persist in this charade of yours. Your shadow self is giving you a kick in the butt because you rely too much on charm when you mess up or to get away shit. Also your "white lies" could turn into big lies. If you needed a job per say, this behavior could have you looked down and be seen as unprofessional. There's a lot of visuals regarding the circus. Such as the acrobats or fire tamers. You are talented and witty. Use your wits to find ways to accomplish your goals. I am also being reminded of the scene from Mulan where she unsheaths her swords and you can see her reflection. Perhaps you have a duality to yourself that you are unaware of. You need to look into the lightness and darkness of your soul. What are your light or shadow attributes? Your strengths or weaknesses? Think of what they are and write it down, then create a plan. Once you have decided what to do or how you can make better decisions. You will start to make progress in your journey. The girl is walking on a tightrope with a stick and bowls(?) on her head. This could mean you literally need to "tighten up" which is an expression of handling your business basically. There is birds flying behind her. Your spirit guides and higher self are supporting you as you walk towards your destiny. Be patient and grounded. You will feel proud of yourself in the end and feel grateful you learned this lesson. (Clarifying song: Libra by The Deli) You could be someone with Libra placements or you need to surround yourself with people that are this sign. This could also mean embodying the traits of Libra. They are known for their balance, diplomacy, fairness, friendliness, & charm.

Pile 2:

Assassin by Au/Ra

Cellophane by FKA Twigs

Go To Sleep by Bearson ft. Kailee Morgue

Five of Water (reversed), Seven of Air, & Son of Earth

(Clarified by The Magus (reversed).)

Tsk tsk. You're self sabotaging. What's going on, pile 2? I feel like you're trying to get over past disappointments but things keep crumbling and falling apart in your very eyes. You could be dealing with depression right now or you're avoiding the world because of this fear of yours. You could be laying in bed a lot or sleeping more than usual to cope. Some of you could have gotten rejected by someone you really liked and are thinking the worse as if it's the end of your love life. There's over 8 billion people in the world, it's not the end unless you act like it is. There could be so much abundance ahead of you if you would just stopped being so inconsistent and indecisive. Reflect as to why you're afraid, why are you self sabotaging, why are letting your life past you by when there's a whole world out there ready to be explored? (Clairifying song: NO PROBLEM by Nayeon ft Felix of Stray Kids) Whatever you dealt with is not happening to you right now. You survived baby. Sometimes it's good to be single because you can focus on putting that love towards your own heart. Try to focus on having fun vs finding the "one". You'd be surprised by how many people will be knocking at your door when you realize how much of a catch you are. Also stop comparing yourself to people on social media. Learn to see past people's illusions and understand they only post the positives of what's going on their life because they're scared of being vulnerable or seen as a failure. You are gonna do just fine if you focus on your own happiness.

Pile 3:

Dëserve It by Yeat

I'm Not Sorry by imagine Dragons

Element. by Kendrick Lamar

Three of Earth, Eight of Water, & The Universe

(Clarified by The Fool)

You usin' work and self achievements to cope huh? You're always working so hard to accomplish things, but have you ever took a minute to realize that you are already accomplished even if you don't succeed? (Clarifying song: No L's by Smino) Why do you always need to win? What's so bad about losing? Loss can be scary, but it can teach us valuable lessons in life as well. You fear of being seen unsuccessful, a failure. You don't want to be the gossip in your town, at your job, or family functions. Everything you do, you just work and work. You not addressing the problems in your life. What are you working for? You have money, you have trophies, you have awards, you have a long list of achievements, you have your own place, but that is not healing you. Your valuables are just things. They are not fulfilling you emotionally or mentally. For some of you, you need to stop being a doormat just for the sake of a paycheck or being provided for. This could be someone at your job, school, etc, who is stressing you. Your shadow self wants to tell you to not let anyone make you act out of character but it also gives you permission to put a bitch in check and in their place if needed to. Start setting boundaries. You need to start treating yourself with love and care as if you were a baby. You deserve to be taken care of. Nurture your soul. Nurture your heart. Nurture your mind. If you're not protecting yourself then what is the point? Don't fall into the system of being a worker bee or give into hustling and grinding culture, to the point it's gonna harm your health.

Pile 4:

UNFUCKWITTABLE by Stunna Girl

Team by Iggy Azalea

Player by Tinashe

Ace of Water, Mother of Water, & Eight of Earth

(Clarified by The Star)

Okay so I had to reshuffle for this pile because I didn't take a picture of the first cards I got so I had to redo this, so this is the last spread I finished out of all the other piles. What's interesting is that since it's getting dark I had to turn on my led mirror and use it as a lamp. It was illuminating a light onto The Star card, which I find interesting. A wish fulfillment is on its way. You guys could be manifesting something or reciting affirmations in the mirror. In the song, Stunna Girl keeps saying "I'm a stunner girl" repeatedly, stunner means to be "a strikingly beautiful or impressive person or thing". Stunna Girl has also went viral and become more popular after appearing on the show "Baddies West". You could be growing into your confidence soon and learning to love yourself unconditionally and unapologetically. You could even become more popular or go viral on social media. For some of you, you are healing generational trauma for your female ancestors. They are so proud of you! Or you could come from a family with a lot of powerful, strong, independent women. In a patriarchal society, a woman who is outspoken, knows her worth, and is self assured, is looked down upon because they are less easy to humble and manipulate. Insecure men could paint you as a "bitch" or that you look "mid", to try to humble you when that is just lies. You need to know that you're a bad bitch and that you deserve the best. Your shadow self wants you to stand tf UP! Stop giving a fuck about what other people want you to do or think of you. Make them uncomfortable with your glow up. The women in your family worked and yourself as well have worked too god damn hard for you to sit on your ass and wallow in your tears. You are smart enough, you are strong enough, you are pretty enough, you are ENOUGH. Straighten up your spine and fix your posture. Walk into the room as if you own it. I don't care if you just rolled out of bed with a pair of stained sweatpants and dirty Chuck Taylor's on, you better rock it as if it's designer. Your shadow self will back hand your ass harder than Maddy slapped Cassie from Euphoria if you keep getting in your head and overthinking about shit that's not even that serious. Also, you can have anybody you want, if somebody is stressing you out - Drop their ass and move on. You deserve to be treated like royalty. Stop settling for dust! For some of you, this message could be specific, but your mother is very proud of you or you will be set free from a mother wound. You need to read a book (48 Laws of Power and The Art of Seduction for example) or head to the books if you are a student. Also in your love life, you will not be getting played anymore, but you will be the player (not talking about breaking people's hearts or cheating, calm down Karen 😮‍💨). You will stop chasing love interests and they will be chasing you. Secure attachment for the win 💪🏽. (Clarifying song: Eat It Up by Kaliii ft. BIA). Eat this shit up, pile 4. All this is yours. You are gonna be living your best life soon. NSFW message but some of you will also feel more pleasure in your sex life and will feel more confident about demanding what you want in the bedroom. People will live to please you. There is a lot of fertility here, so be careful if you are able to get pregnant.

Pile 5:

For The Record by Sophiya

Up All Night by Drake ft. Nicki Minaj

Energy by Beyoncé ft. BEAM

Father of Fire, Four of Air (reversed), & Nine of Water (reversed)

(Clarified by Seven of Fire)

You have a lot of passion, pile 5, but you seem to get burnt out easily when it comes to trying to achieve your desires. There is a goal that you are reaching towards that you so desperately wish to achieve to the point its keeping you up at night and causing you to feel restless. Some of you could smoke, you need to cut that down or quit all togerher because it is making your nerves really bad or making you even more anxious (could cause you to age physically faster as well). Some of you could have been ghosted by someone you fell in love with pretty quickly. Possible love bombing? There is a lot of highs and lows in this relationship. Is this a friends with benefits situation? You could have a crush on someone but you are too afraid to state your feelings, so you use your sex appeal to keep them around. You need to voice what you are wanting out of this relationship because this flame will only last so long if you keep going this way. (Clarifying song: My Strange Addiction by Billie Ellish) there is so much about "fire", "lighters", "matches", "fuses", and "smoke" being mentioned in this pile. Are you guys pyromaniacs 😂? I would hope not, if you are please seek help for that lol. If not, you guys could be drawn to the "fire" as in things that intentionally just burn you in the end. It's almost as if you get off to this toxic behavior but then when it ends, you act unstable. You need to find the courage to stop engaging in behaviors that are bad for your mental, emotional, or physical health. Also be brave when expressing your needs in a relationship, if they agree then maybe you can work it out, if not, then it's time to leave. Some of you also could have an anxious attachment or have a fear of abandonment due to a absent father. You need to do shadow work or talk with a therapist to heal that. Learn to find emotional fulfillment and security within yourself.

Pile 6:

Skinnydipped by Banks

Don't Recall by KARD

Sober by Mahalia

Are you overcoming an addiction, Pile 6? Or wanting to go sober? Either way, I commend you for the strength in wanting to do so, since I know that isn't easy. This could also mean your shadow self wants you to quit doing drugs or drinking alcohol because it is making you act manic. I feel like you were treated harshly growing up or you were left with the "vultures". You could have been neglected growing up and had to learn to survive. You could of used maldaptive daydreaming to cope. Your fantasies gave you comfort in a time of stress and turmoil. I'm so sorry for that, pile 6, but you have to understand you no one is out to get to you. You can choose a new story for yourself. You dont have to be a victim anymore. You are free to start a new life for yourself. Some of you came from abusive households or were put in the system at a young age (either you were adopted or was in foster care). You could have lived in multiple places or went from house to house as a child. Did you run away as a kid? Why were you running, sweetheart? You can stop running now, take a new route. Just peacefully go towards your new journey. There is no need to rush. (Clarifying song by Come Down by Anderson .Paak & They Reminisce Over You (T.R.O.Y) by Pete Rock & C.L Smooth) October is significant for some of you. There is going to be growth and prosperity in your life. You need to take time to nurture yourself and practice some self care. I heard "sprout" so you need to look inwards and have a conversation with your inner child. Can you remember your childhood? Do your memories seem blurry or you can't recall anything that happened? Be kind to yourself and be patient. I know it can seem nerve wracking at first but overtime you will be grateful you did it. Think of your younger self as this seed, if no one watered the plant, gave it sunlight or natural light, or fed it with fertilizer, then you can be the first to make that seed grow. Tend to your garden. This will help you build character and gain optimism. You will start to think "Hey, you know what? Maybe life isn't so bad. Maybe I can be a somebody!" And you will :) ♡ You could also be feeling very nostalgic or reminisce your youth. People could also see your growth and remember as a kid, they are going to be surprised how successful you've become to overcome your hardships. Also try to seek the professional help of a therapist or counselor if you try to unpack childhood trauma, or if you can't remember your past, it can be a sign your brain is possibly blocking you out from remembering something traumatic. Be safe and take care, pile 6 🙏🏽

Pile 7:

Run by SAAY

Monster by EXO

Just A Girl by No Doubt

Nine of Fire, Five of Air, & The Empress (reversed).

(Clarifidd by Son of Water)

Oh my 😃! Wow pile 7, do you hold a grudge against the entire male population or a masculine in mind, it seems? You are acting mad bitter. I feel you have the tendecy to be a misandrist out of the trauma from your past. You feel angry that men can get away with their wrong doings while women are forced to suffer. Ironically, you are still attracted to them. You could be struggling with your divine feminine energy. You are also resenting what it means to be a "feminine". You wish to create this on your own terms. Are you apart of the LGBTQ? or consider yourself a feminist? Maybe even both? If you are someone who is a man or identifies with masculine energy, it could mean you behave feminine in a negative way (as in you "nag" or are too "sensitive"). This also reminds me of Jules in season 2 of Euphoria when she cut her hair, started wearing black, and began to feel comfortable in her androgynous style. Some of you guys are really mixed up emotionally and mentally. Like no offense, I take that back, your shadow self wants to say "full offense" - you are acting crazy. Slow down, take a deep breath, and let it go. You are valid in your pain and your emotions, but you cannot let this world make you bitter. You can't inflict pain onto other people just because you were hurt. You are not a monster, you are not the person who hurt you. Do better and be better than them. (Clarifying song: Close Your Eyes by Kim Petras & The Hills (remix) by The Weeknd ft. Nicki Minaj) I am being reminded of the scene from Doja Cat's Streets music video when she was like this spider crawling on it's web, catching their "prey" (the love interest). You are like a black widow. Beautiful to admire from afar, but dangerous to interact with up close. There is someone who is head over heels for you. You could like this person or are pushing them away out of fear. You could be the type of person who warns people before they fall in love with you (Watch the movie "It's A Thin Line Beyween Love & Hate"). You could have even sworn to never love again (Your shadow self: "bffr" 💀). You need to harness this hatred, anger, and darkness for a better cause. Use your pain as a passion to transform yourself and become someone magnificent. Like a spider, you are resourceful. Use your sources and use your intelligence to begin this new transformation. You're lashing out of fear. You're pushing people away because of your trauma. You deserve to be treated tenderly, you're not some scary creature. You are actually so empathetic, intuitive, creative, sensual, and enticing. A mystery that people want to unravel. You are a going to be a femme fatale in it's purest form.

Pile 8:

By Any Means by Jorja Smith

Feelings by Tinashe

Human by Sevdaliza

Five of Fire, Nine of Air, & The Moon

(Clarified by The Hierophant)

Pile 8, why are you ripping yourself apart to fit into society's pressures and demands? When will you realize that you are beautiful in your own way? I remember when Kendrick Lamar said: "If a flower bloomed in a dark room would you trust it?". Not every flower grows in the sunlight or the spring or the summer. Some grow during the harsh, cold weather of the winters or when everything falls in autumn. You are in competition with no one but yourself and you are not going to win this game if you treat yourself like shit. If you wanna be a winner, then you need to start acting like one vs acting like a sore loser. When things go wrong, you are so unnecessarily rude and hard on yourself. Why is that? Ask yourself these things next time you catch yourself thinking that way. You're not anything of the mean things you say about yourself or what people have said to you. You struggle with your insecurities and cling to what gives you comfort even though you know you want better than this, you want better than what you are currently doing. Why do you stick to the same routine everyday even though you know you want change? Sometimes you have to be uncomfortable so you can be comfortable. You may compare your beauty to other people but you need to realize no one is perfect. You are human, as the song goes. A human with "flaws, veins, scars". Embrace your imperfections. You don't want to look back at your past and regret you never took action on anything because you weren't "pretty" enough. Look past your appearance and look inside. (Life Goes On by BTS) What are you are clinging to, pile 8? Are you holding onto something? You're holding sanding at this point and it's slipping through your fingers, you are stuck in this hour glass, wishing to be released. Time keeps ticking and life passes you by. Break free from the perceptions of time and start living your life to the fullest without limitations, doubts, and fears. Life has its up and downs but you have to learn to find hope in dark times. Seek help from your shadow self or the universe when you are in need of faith. Trust the divine that things will always work out for you, no matter what.

Pile 9:

Let It Out by Rico Nasty

UCKERS by Shygirl

Ghetto Gatsby by Brent Faiyaz ft. Alicia Keys

Two of Love, Three of Air, & Eight of Water

(Clairifed by Ace of Air)

Time to end it with a bang 🤬🥊💥! Did you just go through a break up, pile 9? Whether it was with a friend or partner. You are internalizing a lot that happened from this relationship, honestly, you interalize everything. Your shadow self wants you to let out whatever you're feeling. Scream, shout, yell, etc. It is time to stop turning the other cheek and speak up. You also need to confront something or someone who hurt you. (Clarifying song: Fingers by Zayn & Roman's Revenge by Nicki Minaj ft. Eminem) Ugh this person is so LAMEEE 😒🙄 Once you finally get over this connection, they will want to come back and talk to you about what happened. You or this person could have been writing text messages but never sending them. This conversation will be your chance to gain clarity and communicate about how you felt in your relationship. This will help you move on and also allow you to learn to stand up for yourself.

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The Deli Diaries [10]

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10 || Chapter 11 [Finale]

➜ Words: 2k

➜ Genres: Fluff & Cuteness, That good ol’ slow burn, Slice of Life

➜ Summary: Working at a grocery store deli is absolutely unbearable (and you’re also perfectly aware of how dramatic you are). But it seems like something, or rather, someone might make the job a bit more manageable.

➜ Warnings: Mundane-ness that might make you bored to death

➜ Notes: FINALLLLLLYYYY!!! and also the finale is next chapter, gonna make it a bit longer and worth the slow burn. enjoy!!!

Life is cooking you one of the worst recipes yet.   It is a terrible concoction to be both sick and working. Every time you speak too loudly, coughs are wheezing from your lungs. Your apron pockets are full of tissues since snot is literally dripping every other minute, but even then, you still have a stuffy nose that makes it hard to breathe. Your voice is thick and nasally, sounding as if you just woke up from a four-hour nap. You’re sneezing as well, covering your mouth and nose with a bent elbow and into your sleeve.   Needless to say, you’re one slimy and gross mess.   But you garner little sympathy from your coworkers and supervisors. They still make you work — the only way to excuse yourself from it was if you broke your damn leg, but even then you wouldn’t be surprised if they got you a chair in front of the sink and told you to wash dishes. But not wanting to taint the company’s clean image and god forbid, spread your cold to customers, they’re making you change your gloves as frequently as possible and you’re forbidden to serve customers.   So maybe it’s not such a bad thing to be ill and stuck working an eight-hour shift. Sure, you were trapped stocking the deli shelves of macaroni and washing whatever bowl that needed to be washed. Everyone also treated you like you had the black plague, staying away and repulsed at the sight of you, but at least you were spared from having to deal with irritating and demanding customers.   There’s always a bright side...right?   “Woah. What happened to you?”   “Thanks.” You push the boy aside, swiping your nametag on the side of the machine and clocking out for the night. “That really helps the situation.”   “Wow, someone’s Miss Grumpy Pants.” The produce boy clocks out as well and follows behind you, waving goodbye to the manager on duty as you both slip out the front door.   “Maybe because you made me sick.” To emphasize your condition, you sniffle and your airways don’t clear with the small effort. You’ve been feeling unwell ever since the Christmas party and he dragged you outside. The little coughs and sneezes have now morphed into your back throat being clogged with mucus and that same mucus dripping from your nostrils.   But now that your dirty apron was stuffed in your bag and you got to wash your hands, you were feeling better. The frigid temperature of the air was also doing wonders to cool down your cheeks, even if it made your eyes more watery.   “Sorry,” Jimin murmurs, peeking at your face, genuinely apologetic.   You sigh, not wanting to blame him or wrongfully redirect the irritation of your sickness onto the poor boy. “It’s okay,” you reassure, “really, it’s not that bad. I didn’t have to serve customers at all today, except for the very end, so that was pretty nice.”   The boy stops in his tracks, making you pause from walking too. “Here. Wait a second.”   He pulls his red plaid scarf from his neck and you put out a hand. “No, it’s okay, Jimin. You don’t have to.”   “Tch!” — Jimin clicks his tongue in annoyance. His eyes are playfully stern, telling you to stay where you are. “It’s cold outside. If you don’t take care of yourself, you’ll get even worse.” He takes the scarf and carefully wraps it around you three times, tying the end of it. The boy is gentle, eyes half lidded and brows furrowed in concentration, making you stare a bit too hard.   “Thanks.” You dig your nose into the soft fabric. It smells like him, slightly fruity and clinging onto the scent of fresh laundry. You end up mumbling, “I’ll wash it and give it back to you.”   “No. Just keep it. I didn’t get you a Christmas gift anyway.”   You steal a glance at him before looking straight ahead. It’s dark out and cold. Every breath you exhale makes a cloud of condensation. Yet, even with the temperature low, your hand slips out of the warm confines of your jacket pocket without thought. You’re still walking alongside Jimin and he matches your pace, steps synchronized together.   The back of your hand grazes against his. Your skin skims each other’s and with bated breath and calculated moves, Jimin slowly but surely touches your wrist before sliding down to your palm. He timidly snakes his way down before he’s holding your hand, lacing his fingers with yours.   Your cheeks heat up even more and this time, the cold air does nothing to help. “I’m contagious, you know,” you whisper quietly as to not disturb the peace surrounding you both.   “It’s okay.” The corner of his lip twitches, being pulled upwards.   “What if you can get sick too?”   Jimin squeezes your hand. By the second, he becomes more self-assured. “Then we can be sick together.”   All day people have been distancing themselves from you, from your supervisor to even Yuna and Amber. They practically only talked to you from a meter’s distance or poked you with a ten-foot long pole to get you to do something. Everyone was scared that your cold is infectious and you’ve been pushed away, fended off like a snot monster, having no sympathy from the healthy.   But Jimin doesn’t care.   And you realize that you’ve been craving physical contact. Not just from anyone either….   “Don’t I smell bad?” You’re certain that sanitizer and the scent of deli meat is still clinging onto your oily skin that pours of sweat from each of your pores. If you felt disgusting on a regular work day, now it was ten times worse.   “No,” he muses with pouty lips, cheeks puffed out and rounded. “Not really.”   You glance at him. “Really?”   “Really.” The boy smiles as if placating a baby and one word from him has your worries dispelling away. His fingers move slightly against the back of your hand and you find his natural movements comforting. His head tips to the side as he stares at you. “Was work hard today?”   “Not too bad. They didn’t want me to do any customer service or any production, so I basically cleaned, panned, and shelved things. How about you?”   “It was okay. There was a new shipment of apples and grapes and I cut watermelon before packaging them.”   “Does anyone even eat watermelon when it’s this cold out?”   His eyes crinkle into half-moons when he smiles, cute teeth peeking from the seams of his lips. “You’d be surprised.”   “How does it even taste?” You frown, considering that you’ve never tried watermelon during winter before since it’s more of a summer snack. “It’s not really watermelon season.”   “Well, I had some.” His brown irises twinkle of mischief and you know you’ve rubbed off on him in your slightly kleptomaniac ways. “And it was decent. A bit less juicy than normal.”   “I bet.” You lightly scoff and the conversation dies off. From where you are, you can see your house coming up at the end of the block. Your feet begin to slow down and you hope he doesn’t notice. “Hey, Jimin….”   “Hmm?”   Your hands are a bit cold, but you like it when he holds it like this. It makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside. “Are you working this Friday?”   “I am,” he says and immediately, you become dejected, shoulders hunching, eyes falling downwards. But then— “It’s an early shift, so I’m done at three. Why?”   Oh. “I-..uh...have you watched that movie we were talking about?” You smile, approaching it at a more casual angle to lessen the awkwardness that was threatening to barge between you two and just in case you get rejected, you can play this off. “When Spring Meets Autumn. It had pretty okay reviews.”   Jimin smiles. “You want to go?”   “If you want to.” You shrug nonchalantly, wondering if you’re too casual about it. “I mean...I can get us free tickets since I have this voucher from another time and I have no one else to go with and it’ll expire soon. You can invite your friends if you want—”   “No. Just the two of us is fine.” Jimin grins, mouth expanding and pulling into his rosy cheeks once more. “I’m happy to go with you.”   “Oh. Okay. Sounds good.” The pair of you stop in front of your house, lingering right in front of the driveway. Usually, you’d run up to your doorstep and fish out your keys, wave one last time and bolt to the shower so you can strip off your sticky clothes. But today, you still haven’t let go. “It’s a plan then.”   “It’s a date,” Jimin confirms out of the blue. Your mind reels, wondering what he means, but you don’t disagree or make any signs of disapproval. Instead, you’re too focused on the way the yellow glow of the streetlamp casts down its faint light and paints his skin in warm hues.   “Y-yeah, sure.” Your face feels like a literal furnace and it’s not from your cold. “Uh- thanks for the scarf.”   “No problem.” The produce boy smiles again and again, unable to repress it. But he’s made a bit more shy than before. There’s silence where he stares down to the ground, then at your held hands and then traveling up into your eyes, finding it a bit embarrassing that he can’t hide how giddy he’s feeling.   “I should...probably go now…” You hitch a thumb over your shoulder.   Jimin blinks, breaking his gaze away from your eyes. “Y-Yeah. See you tomorrow?”   “Yes. See you.” You finally let go of him, turning around right in time for your grin to spread into your cheeks. You’re struggling to hold down a squeal and you know for a fact that you’ll be kicking your blankets tonight in excitement, marking down Friday several times on your calendar and putting tens of alarms on your phone. Finally. A date with Jimin. Oh god. You’re already freaking out — none of your pillows were going to survive after being screamed into later.   In the meanwhile, Jimin stares at your backside that walks off all too slowly. His mind races. Before it’s too late, he inhales a sharp breath. He takes a step forward. There’s one thing he just has to do, one thing he’s been waiting so long for, one of the things he’s been dreaming about...   “He, deli girl! Wait!”   “What, produce boy?”   You twist around, unable to resist your smile.   And your gasp is smothered. A tiny squeak leaves your throat. You can’t breathe and this time it’s not because of your clogged nose.   Jimin’s leaning down, kissing you. His lips are soft and the scent of the scarf surrounds your entire frame, though it doesn’t come from the cotton fabric anymore. His lips barely graze against yours. It can hardly be defined as a peck with how chaste and delicate, fast and hesitant it is. You don’t even have time to close your eyes or savour how soft it feels to have his mouth on yours before he’s moved away.   Your fingers automatically lift to your lips, surprised and caught off guard. He is left breathless, chest hyperventilating, big eyes locked into yours. Then, the boy blinks and realizes what he’s done. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears and you don’t know what to say.   He’s the one who speaks — “Okay. Goodnight!”   Park Jimin runs away. Like his tail is caught between his legs, he stumbles and books it down the block, feet scrambling and eyes now refusing to look at yours. You watch him, giggles bubbling from you and spilling out into the night from sheer disbelief. More importantly, you catch him jumping up and cutely fist pumping the air, shouting an energetic ‘yes!’.   God. Not even one date and you’re already such a sucker for him.   You dig your nose into his scarf, warming up and surrounding yourself in Jimin again, replaying the little moment over and over again until it feels like his sweetness is rotting your teeth.   It dawns on you that your lips now taste like vanilla chapstick.

#bts scenario #bts fanfic #jimin fanfic #jimin fluff #bts deli!AU #WOO-HOO #LET'S GOOO #this shit is so cute my god #great way to start off 2019!

[jetaimin]

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PARK JIMIN

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✫  destroyer of worlds | apocalyptic! au — @readyplayerhobi​

✾  tracing i love you into your skin | established relationship! au — @bubmyg​

one-shots

✾  p(ass)enger from hell | airport! au — @dovechim​

✾  soliloquy | angel! au — @kinktae​

✾  warmth | barista! au — @sintatae​

✾  october 13th | birthday! au — @heungtanbts​

✾  i think i'm . . . | birthday! au — @kpopisthereasonihavenolife​

✾  for me, it’s you | childhood friends! au — @kpopfanfictrash​

✾ ✫  nothing a lil’ green can’t fix | childhood friends! au — @threeletterslife​

✾  memories of old and new | christmas! au — @thatmultifandomhoe​

✾  mutual muses | christmas! au — @army-author​

✾ ✫  presage | clairvoyant! au — @eleventoes​

✾  dandelion | college! au — @/kpopisthereasonihavenolife

✾  rich kid | college! au — @gukyi​

✾ ✫  say anything | college! ay — @minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong​

✾ ✫  sinner | costars! au — @psycho-slytherin​

✾ ✫  3:00 am | dancers! au — @bigheartedsky​

✾ ❦  insert quippy title here | deadpool! au —@/readyplayerhobi

✾  pizza crush | delivery guy! au — @v-hope​

✾  kiss the girl | disney! au — @sketchguk​

✾ ✫  taboo attachment | demon! au — @/kpopisthereasonihavenolife

✾ ✫ ❦  the devil’s own luck | demon! au — @jimlingss​

✾  earnestly yours | drama club! au — @/gukyi

✾ ✫  honey | established relationship! au — @bangtanfancamp​

✫  serendipity | established relationship! au — @pasteljeon​

✾  somewhere only we know | established relationship! au — @golden-yoongi​

✾ ✫  type 2 | established relationship! au — @/thatmultifandomhoe

✫  wrecked | exes! au — @hollyhomburg​

✾ ✫  yeah, i'm drunk and you're wearing my t-shirt | exes! au — @taetaespeaches​

✾  starburst | extra-terrestrial! au — @justimajin​

✾ ✫  azure blue | fairy! au — @/jimlingss

✾ ✫  partiality | family! au — @jiminimoon​

✾ ✫  a kiss of poison | fantasy! au — @/jiminlingss

✾ ✫  crystal snow | fantasy! au — @minniepetals​

✾ ✫  equinox | fantasy! au — @crystaljins​

✾ ❦  cupid’s bow | friends to lovers! au — @tayegi​

✾ ❦  meddling | friends to lovers! au — @joonsgalore​

✾ ✫  oh my my my | friends to lovers! au — @ughseoks​

✫  cry me a galaxy | guardian angel! au —@/army-author

✾  schrödinger’s cat | guardian angel! au — @/dovechim

✾ ✫ ❦  bloom | hanahaki! au — @jamaisjoons​

✾  poster boy | high school! au — @versigny

✾ ✫  amortentia | hogwarts! au — @jkslug​

✾ ✫ ❦  blood runs pure | hogwarts! au — @opaljm​

✾  boats against the current | hogwarts! au — @/gukyi

✾ ✫  lonely | hogwarts! au — @btsinned

✾  the howler | hogwarts! au — @bangtan-insfired​

✾ ✫  noise of the jungle | idolverse! au — @glassbangtan​

✾ ✫  heartbreak insurance | love service! au — @/jimlingss

✾ ✫ ❦  faded love | marriage! au — @/jamaisjoons

✾ ✫  ‘til death due us part | marriage! au — @/jimlingss

✾ ✫  beneath the water | merman! au — @jungshookz​

✾  fairytail | merman! au — @/gukyi

✾ ✫  20 things  ( and counting )  i hades about you | mythology! au — @/readyplayerhobi

✾ ✫  astilbe | mythology! au — @hoonieistrash​

✾ ✫  eden | mythology! au — @/kpopisthereasonihavenolife

✾ ✫ ❦  worshippers of the spring | mythology! au — @/jimlingss

✾  cordially, jimin | office! au — @/kpopfanfictrash

✾ ✫  ephemera | penpals! au — @akinnie75​

✾ ✫ ❦  park jimin’s cock(pit) | pilot! au — @/jimlingss

✾ ✫ ❦  lost and found | rehab! au — @kimvtae​

✾ ✫ ❦  blue blood | royal! au — @joonbird​

✾ ✫  pick pocketing the crown jewels | royal! au — @/glassbangtan

✫  heraklion station | sci-fi! au — @/readyplayerhobi

✾ ❦  star light, star bright | single parent! au — @/readyplayerhobi

✾ ✫  find our way | skater boy! au — @cupofteaguk​

✾ ✫ ❦  daffodil rings | soulmate! au — @vanaera​

✾ ✫ ❦  eternal sunlight | soulmate! au — @kidguk

✾ ✫  even so | soulmate! au — @itsamejin​

✾ ✫  lottery | soulmate! au — @rubycoast​

✾ ✫  twist of fate | soulmate! au — @ttttaehyungie​

✾ ✫ ❦  perfect pebble | strangers to lovers! au — @sincerelyourfangirl​

two-shots / three-shots / series

✾ ✫  defense mechanism | art school! au — @evangelene​

✾ ✫  if the shoe fits | ballet! au — @stars-that-shine-at-night​

✾ ✫  colour of our voices | broadway! au — @/jimlingss

✾ ✫ ❦  i'll never be her | complicated relationship! au — @anon-luv​

✾ ✫ ❦  a remedy for mondays | coworkers + fake pregnancy! au — @/dovechim

✾  the deli diaries | coworkers! au — @/jimlingss

✾ ✫ interference | crime mystery! au — @minnochu​

✾ ✫  no stage | dancers! au — @becomingbts​

✾ ❦  love me now? | devil! au — @/kpopisthereasonihavenolife

✾ ✫ ❦  temporary bliss | fake dating! au — @/sincerelyourfangirl

✾ ✫  magic & mysteries | fantasy! au — @/jimlingss

✾ ✫  just happened to be | gang! au — @/evangelene

✾ ✫ ❦  a serpent’s flower | hogwarts! au — @/jimlingss

✾ ✫  the parting | reaper! au — @/minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong

✾  home is where the heart is | single parent! au — @bangtanfanfiction​

✾ ✫  our little family | single parent! au — @nightbts​

✾ ✫  the promised iris | soulmate! au — @/akinnie75

✾ ✫  would i choose you? | superhero! au — @/crystaljins

#this took so ridiculously long #and now i have a killer headache and backpain #hello to all 57 talented writers in this list #park jimin #jimin fic rec #bts fic recs #bts x reader #jimin x reader #jimin x y/n #jimin x you #jimin series #jimin one shot #jimin scenario #jimin drabble #jimin fluff #jimin angst #jimin smut

[khrystalsnow]

ALL TIME FAVOURITE FICS

I wanted to make a list of my favourite fics (not sure if I’m missing any). There’s probably more that I would put here but they’re buried under my likes however, I may add more in the future. I hope you enjoy!

*PLEASE let me know if I did a mistake or put the wrong link!

LEGEND:

🥺Fluff

🤬Angst

😏Smut

😂Crack

FICS

Passion Fruit by @joonbird 🤬😏knj

-The very first fic that introduced me to tumblr fics (bts) which is just heaven sent. I remember reading this in awe because of the writing and the characters. Daddy namjoon showed oc a whole new world when he ate her out and I’m kind of jealous😔 I really love the plot and the character development for the oc and this was overall a good read!

Comfort Inn Ending by @joonbird  🤬😏jjk

-Another one of Amy’s work (top tier), that broke my heart into a million pieces. Honestly, I’ve read this series once, because of how good it is. Its sad, like I broke down a couple of times because of the two characters, kind of sad. That just shows you how amazing it is, that I can’t even reread it.

Hot Summer by @httphopewrld 🥺😏🤬 jjk

-I don’t know why but after I discovered this fic, I couldn’t stop thinking about this and the plot. Curtains are not really something we think about most at of the time but JK! Why couldn’t you just buy some curtains?! I mean I don’t blame the reader for peaking though. I’m really happy with the ending and how they talked it out like mature adults in the end.

Greedy by @xjoonchildx 🤬😏 myg

-A part of the Guarded Series which is just amazing! I picked Greedy because it’s currently ongoing and I really like yoongi’s perspective more than the other series. Yoongi’s a loner and people in his line of work, knows that. When he met oc, its like he finally found something that he can treasure on his own and completely different from the people around him. I just want them to be happy😭 I can’t wait for more chapters to come!

Hammer it Home by @gukslut 🥺😏🤬 knj

-I recently read this and fell in love with it really quickly! I’m pretty sure that everyone knows this fic and loves it just like me. I can’t really say anything more, except daddy joon is absolutely filthy, so read it.

Flower by @readyplayerhobi 🥺😏🤬 jhs

-God, this is such a good series. It deals with a lot of topics such as panic attack, body insecurity, anxiety, having children etc. (please look at the trigger warnings). We get to see the oc begin to date hoseok and see their relationship grow beautifully. Both of the characters are so different individually, but together, they look so beautiful:((

Boyfriend Material by @ladyartemesia 🥺😏😂 jjk

-The amount of times I’ve reread this is unreal. I want someone like jungkook in real lifee😭😭 I really love how its in bullet points to get the points across and easy to read. It also just seems so much more personal because it feels like we’re with them throughout the process of their relationship.

Of Fire and Love by @hollyhomburg 🥺😏🤬 myg

-When I first read part 1, I already fell in love with it. Dragon yoongi, namjoon and hoseok, sorcerer jin and jungkook, fairy jimin and human baby tae!!! I’ve reread this series multiple times and it just never gets old😌I love how everything connects and the smut is spicy✨

A Song Request by @n8dlesoupguk 🥺🤬 jjk

-THIS! IS! SO! CUTTTTTEE!!!! *PUNCHING THE AIR* ahhhhh the amount of time I smiled while reading this is unreal!! I love jungkook and I love this fic. I cant say anymore because of how cute it is! READ ITTTTTT!

Only For Love by @lysjeon  🥺🤬 jjk

-This has a special place in my heart because it was my first social media au. I LOVE the characters especially sarang 🥺its so well done and reread it all the time. Chae’s aus are really good 10/10 would recommend her whole entire masterlist

I Found  by @hxseok-honee 🥺🤬😂 myg

-Ahh!! binged this at 1am and I don’t regret it! It’s a hogwarts au featuring slytherin, brooding, meany, yoongi and hufflepuff reader that is friends with the whole squad. It really has everything that I love about hogwarts aus. The progression of their relationship was a whole roller coaster and at the end I was really happy for yoongi to be able to find his forever girl and be friends with crackheads. 

The Dinner Party by @lamourche 🥺🤬😏 myg

-Beautiful writing and the story is immaculate *chef’s kiss* I think about this fic once a month and reread it multiple times. I love it and hate it at the same time because I just want them together and figure their shit together, especially in the recent chapter. The circumstances and emotions are relatable that I just wanna hug both of the characters 😔

Rattled by @gukslut  🤬😏 jjk

-I’ve already recommended this before, meaning, this is really good. It follows jungkook as a single father with reader as his neighbor. Its angsty as fuck and will probably make you cry for jungkook because how much struggle he goes through with raising lovely areum by himself (respect for single parents!), but they figure it out in the end!

Seven Seas by @readyplayerhobi​ 🥺🤬😏 kth

-When I read Atlantis!Taehyung, I was sold. This fic pops up in my head once in a while and I love it every single time I read it again. OC is a smart bitch, and works hard to achieve whatever she desires. I love her relationship with taehyung sooo much, I could picture them together being oc’s parents: lovey dovey even when they’re old and supports one another😌

Intro: Her by @jamaisjoons  🥺🤬😏 knj

-God the amount of serotonin this gives me every time I read it is *chef’s kiss* maknae as namjoon’s kids is also a bonus! I really love family aus and this completely filled me with happiness. 

Chasing Butterflies by @ddaenggtan​ 😏🥺😂 jjk

-Pretty sure everyone already knows and loves this fic but I just had to put this here. It’s literally perfect! Oc pining for weeb jungkook is everyone because he’s cute as hell😔 the SECONDHAND EMBASSAMENT I felt when she confessed is too much😂😭 Please read it if you haven’t because IT’S SO GOOD

A Home Found In You by @lovmail​  🥺(wholesome) jjk

-Another single dad jungkook because I love it😔 This fic introduced me to rochelle’s account and binged all of her other fics (which are also great). This also pops up in my head at random times and I always give in to the urge of rereading it because its so good!

For Love and Money by @jimlingss​ 🥺🤬😏 ksj

-This shit was a whole roller coaster alright but I loved it! it’s a forced arranged marriage and when reading the first chapter, you will want to read more. I love both of the characters soo much and the progression is immaculate, so glad they got their shit together in the end😌

Brass and Strings @jimlingss​  🥺🤬😂 knj

-This was also another roller coaster of feelings and angst. It’s a little long but the pacing is really good. I LOVE the main characters so much!!! oc’s a badass, despite what she’s been through and I strive to be like her ngl😔 This made me cry on multiple occasions, just read this you won’t regret it.

Inside My Mind by @jimlingss​ 🥺😏 knj

-The amount of times I think about this on a monthly BASIS. It’s half fluff and smut which is the perfect combination for me😌 I love the concept of mind reading, but when people can hear nsfw thoughts though😳 honestly read it if you haven’t, IT’S SO GOOD 

The Deli Diaries by @jimlingss 🥺 pjm

-This shit was the CUTEST shit ever!! both characters are so cute (I’ve said that word so many times😭) and their interactions during work is so cute😭 At this point just read Kina’s whole masterlist

The Alpha by @ladyartemesia​ 🤬😏 pjm

SO GOOD, immaculate, well written, the plot 10/10. This fic is amazing!! I get so excited whenever I see that it’s updated. The world is so fascinating and detailed that you wanna learn more about it. The plot is so thrilling and the action parts got me so hooked! I can’t wait for more part to come!

A Court of Curses  by @readyplayerhobi​ 🥺🤬😏 jhs

UGGHHHH one of my favourite hobi fics ever!!! of course it’s a vampire and witch au. I love the main characters so much OK😭 they just wanna love each other and it physically hurt me when they were also hurting😭😭😭 but the ending is so satisfying, so I’m happy!

#kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #favourite fics #fic recs #ReadingList

[cialbi]

Summertime Happy Daze - Chapter One

Summary: Working in a small, local grocery store down by the shore has its perks; good pay, free food and seven handsome coworkers. Your first day back after two years abroad, your happy summer days have just begun. 

Genre: Slice of Life, Friendship, Romance (fluff), Hurt and Comfort, (BTS AU)

Pairings: BTS ot7 x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 8651

Based on TRUE Daily Events

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The faint cry of seagulls could be heard overhead, circling the sky in hunger as you stood lucidly, staring at white twin doors that had paint peeling off with age. The familiar image was comforting in a way, like seeing an old classmate from school that you hadn’t known very well, but brought back those memories of the good old days.

And like seeing an old classmate, a part of you wanted to duck away and avoid them altogether. 

You gripped the rim of your oversized sweatshirt for comfort, the brush of your tightly tied ponytail tickling the nape of your neck as it blew against the breeze. The sleek, silver name tag pinned to your clothes sailed in the sunshine. Little beads of sweat had begun to form on your forehead and the sticky summer heat thick against your skin as you drew in a breath. 

You checked your watch; it was 11:00 am in the morning. 

It had been awhile since you were down at the shore; the heavy scent of ocean prominent in your nose. You wrinkled it in discomfort. 

The idea of spending your summer at the beach had been your parents' decision and they had leant you their beach house to use while you were working. Leaving you to your own devices, your mom and dad had chosen to take a much needed vacation to Hawaii. Instead of keeping you company they had retired you to fend for yourself. 

Although you understood, you also felt bitter that they up and went without you.

“Structure. Discipline. Self reliance. Think of this as practice for the fall when you go back to school.” Your dad had said. 

“We think this is what’s best for you, sweetheart.” Your mom agreed.

You narrowed your eyes at the memory of their words. Yeah, what ‘was best for you’ was to hightail it out of here and retreat to the comfort of your own bedroom. You didn’t bode well in anxious situations and your first reaction had always been to run the opposite direction. 

But now that you were standing outside the back of Kim’s Market, that option didn’t seem very plausible. Today was opening day, and you knew as much help as possible was needed.

Almost every summer spent down the shore you’d worked in this little, local market. Since you’d been eighteen to be exact. The pay had been good and the owner allowed his employees to snack on food for free; not to mention the heaps of down time and 5G wifi. You’d done a lot of instagraming in those days.

The last two years were the longest you’d been without paying a visit to Kim’s. Choosing to study abroad, you’d saved money by spending the summers over there instead of returning home to your country. Though every now and then you had found yourself thinking about the little market and wondered how it was doing. 

Standing in front of it now felt nostalgic, but you realized that two years was a long time and that many things could have changed while you were gone. And that’s why you found yourself so nervous. 

Will they even remember me? You wondered to yourself. 

You reached out your hands to touch the chipping wooden door and felt the wrinkles of maturing paint beneath your fingertips.

By they you meant your former, future, coworkers that you spent months of your time with over the past years of your life. Would they be happy to see you? Had they changed at all? Because you knew that you certainly had.

You remembered their faces as clearly as you could see in front of yourself. Their laughter and smiles were an unforgettable memory ingrained in your brain and the special moments you had spent with each of them had been precious. The long hours at work, the trips to the beach to enjoy an afternoon picnic, even the gaps of silence that had dispersed like a welcomed breeze. Every second had been cherished, and the heat of the fierce, beaming sun was always a reminder of the lovely summer days you’d spent together. 

Because above having been your coworkers, they had been your friends. 

Get a grip. You told yourself. How long you’d been standing there, you couldn’t tell, but by the looks of nosy passerbys it must have been for a while now.

Taking one last, nerve wrecked breath, you pushed open the tall double doors that lead inside to the back office, a blanket of air conditioned cool prickled your face. 

It was dimly lit. Only the small rectangular windows that poured in the early afternoon sun provided any sort of light in the small wood paneled room. It looked as if plant life had invaded. Pots of tiny trees and baskets of wild flowers decorated almost every surface. Their gardener had a knack for floral feng-shui.  

Said gardener stood behind a marble counter, back slightly bent as he trimmed stocks of parsley with a pair of gardening shears. A happy melody vibrated through his lips as he hummed to himself cheerfully. His deep brown eyes glimmered as if stars swam in them. 

He wore a black, deep cut v-neck shirt and airy blue jeans stained with dirt. Glowing brightly in the afternoon glare were the words Kim’s Market plastered across his chest and a little silver tag with the name Hoseok etched into its face. 

He looked peaceful, eyes lidded as if he had drifted into his own, little world. 

“Hi Hobi.” You piped up, his nickname shy on your tongue.  

The man snapped his head of chocolate brown hair up from his ministrations and squinted at you--or maybe he just couldn’t see well without his glasses. Nearsightedness if you recall. Even so, realization seemed to dawn on him as you were greeted with his infamous sunny smile. The perfect ‘welcome back.’

“Y/N, it’s so good to see you.” Hoseok said, then shrugged. “Well, you know, as much as I can see you.” 

You shrugged back with a smile. “It’s good to be seen.” 

He placed the shears onto the cutting board and approached you with outstretched arms. You thought for a moment he was going to hug you, but instead he placed both hands firmly on your shoulders and held you in place. 

“Let me get a good look at you!” He said, eyeing you once over. “Beautiful.”

You blushed, looking down at the ground in hopes that he wouldn’t notice. Beautiful wasn’t the exact words you would have used, feeling a little frumpy in your baggy attire.

 “Thanks.” 

“So.” Hoseok cocked his head to the side, your eyes meeting. “How was Japan?” 

You bit your lip a little and averted your gaze once again to the tiled floor beneath your feet. You knew well that Hoseok could always tell when you were lying. “Good. I had a great time.” 

His eyes followed yours, brows furrowed as he aimed a curious look at your face. The older man opened his mouth to say something but before he could utter a word he was sorely interrupted by an outburst from the deli. 

“Y/N!” A chorus of voices in assorted octaves shrieked with delight.

Shocked, but happy to be off topic, you turned your head to meet the smiling faces of Jimin and Jungkook. They peered from a little open frame in the wall that doubled as a fissure between the office and the deli.

Jimin’s eyes twinkled in excitement while Jungkook grinned at you from ear to ear, and suddenly you felt your prior worries begin to dissipate. Returning their expressions of friendliness you waved at them with an arm tucked behind your back. 

“Hey gu--woah!” 

A little yelp escaped your lips as you felt your legs being lifted off the ground.

Arms wrapped around your waist in a tight hug, a mess of shaggy black hair had burrowed in the crook of your neck. “You’re back.” It purred, deep, husky voice muffled by your shoulder. 

Knowing exactly who it was before you even saw his face, you giggled, touched. 

“Hey Tae. I’m back.”

At the call of his nickname, Taehyung lifted his head and flashed you a smile so winning that you got the idea he didn’t smile like that very often. 

“Hi! I missed you!” 

A light chuckle from Hoseok tickled your ears as the enthusiastic Taehyung hug-dragged you around into the deli so that the rest of the boys could properly welcome you. After a lingering minute the hold on you dropped, which allowed you to take a gander at your surroundings.

The deli looked pretty much the same, albeit a bit cleaner. It was small--homely--the entire area itself took up only one third of the modestly sized market. The deli case, up front and center, was lined with meats, cheeses, salads, ground hamburger chuck and fresh cut slabs of prime beef, each holding a respective, organized place amongst one another. Three scales were scattered on the top, separated by Hoseok’s potted plants and a few steps away were the rows of slicers that cut the hunks of meat and cheese into cold-cuts. 

On the left of the case, pushed snuggly against the wall, was the grinder block. That was where all the chuck for hamburgers were ground into ribbons and panned on trays to be served to customers. Parallel was the butchers block and across from that, way in the back, was the sandwich block followed by the wrapping block and the walk-in fridge. 

They were all placed pretty close together and you could recall many collisions from the past as everyone had rushed to deliver their orders. Your heart warmed in remembrance. 

“So, whatcha think?” Jungkook’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. 

He was leaning against a tall metal hand-trolly piled high with boxes of what-nots and arms folded proudly across his chest. You noticed immediately that he was bigger than you remembered. He looked like an adonis from where he stood, his blue-and-white-striped shirt clung to his muscles, almost every ridge and curve visible to the naked eye. He oozed with pride.

You thought Jungkook was inquiring about his muscular metamorphosis or the very least about the deli, but when he gestured to the trolly you frowned. 

“Uh. Nice… boxes?” You raised a brow. Jimin chuckled from beside you. 

“Not those--well yes those. I’m stocking this year!” He boasted, face lifting in dignity. 

You felt Jimin shift. “Yeah! And don’t forget you left me all alone with the registers!” He pouted. 

Jungkook’s lip quirked to the side. “You know hyung, you could have joined me if you weren’t so…” He trailed, fishing for the right word. “Weak.”

You thought Jimin would pop what with the way his face puffed, flabbergasted. “I have abs! I can lift things!” He retorted, pulling up his sweater and smacking his toned stomach for emphasis. You looked away in shame.

Someone clicked their tongue from behind the sandwich block. “You’re too short.” 

It was Yoongi. 

You hadn’t noticed him from his seated position on the floor, but there he was, clad in a grey sweatshirt and backwards cap, knees hugged loosely to his chest as he scrolled through his phone. 

“Don’t take his side hyung!” Jimin turned to you with sad, gooey sparkles in his eyes. “You see what happens when you leave? They all bully me.”

You brought to mind how they all had teased Jimin; the poor boy made it far too easy for them. One time, Yoongi had pretended that Jimin was invisible for two days, all the while Jimin had relentlessly thrown himself in front of the older and practically begged to be acknowledged. 

“Where’s Jimin? I don’t see him. I hope he’s not dead.” Yoongi had taunted, shielding his eyes as if looking for someone. 

Jimin had bit his lip so hard it turned purple. “Stop it hyung! You know I’m right here.”

It wasn’t until you had locked his paycheck in your locker that Yoongi could miraculously see him again.

Before you left, you had been Jimin’s safeguard. You had taken pity on him because he always looked so lost and helpless. The others could easily fend for themselves, but Jimin--with his cute pouty lip and doleful eyes--there was something that had made you highly defensive of him; like a mother protecting her young. And he felt about you like you were his knight in shining armor. 

In times like this one, you would have ruffled his hair affectionately or perhaps even went after his offender and gave them a piece of your mind. It had always thrilled him to tears when you stood up for him. 

But time had passed and you didn’t know if the same tactics would still apply. 

You looked up at Jimin as he hissed at his coworkers like an offended kitten, a look of attack and desperate attempts to sound big. But in the end he was still nothing more than that. A kitten. Although you’d never admit it to him, you were the tiniest bit charmed.

Well, it couldn’t hurt to try? 

Tenderly, you patted his glossy head, receiving a startled jump from under your touch. 

“Don’t listen to them Jiminnie.” You cooed. “Your job is just as important and neither height nor arm muscles makes you any more or any less of a wonderful, capable man.”

Both Jungkook and Yoongi scoffed. 

“And you two!” You swiped a delicate finger between them. “Don’t think that because I’ve been gone for some time, that I won’t hesitate to kick both your asses if I hear you tell him otherwise.”

Jimin beamed at you with crescent moon eyes, catching your hand in his. “She’s really back.” He whispered, just loud enough for only you to hear.

The five of you exchanged looks before Yoongi snorted and the rest of you fell into a gleeful bote of laughter. No. The deli, the market, the atmosphere, it really hadn’t changed much. 

But the boys themselves most certainly had. 

Yoongi’s hair had gotten longer; crimped seafoam-green bangs touched the tips of his eyelashes and his once sunkissed skin had faded a few shades. His shoulders slouched a little more. He’d always been a quiet man, but something about the way he held himself seemed more aloof and less interested.

Jimin was much skinnier, almost worryingly so. His once pinchable chubby cheeks were replaced with sculpted definition to his jawline and his collarbone protruded amidst his baggy baby-pink sweater. He still had his abs, yes, but when he had previously exposed himself to the group, you had noticed the little lines of ribs poking through his honey-colored skin. Although still painfully pretty, you worried he hadn’t been eating enough.

Jungkook--muscle growth aside--seemed to have grown an entire foot in height. His pointy nose was slightly sunburned and his cappuccino hair swept to the side, streaked with highlights. His former, innocent demeanor now dripped with overconfidence and tenacity; something you instantly knew would be difficult to keep a handle on. 

Even Hoseok, sunny, energetic, ever-loving Hoseok had looked uncharacteristically tired. He had tried to hide it, but the lines under his eyes gave him away.

And Taehyung. His lion's mane of wavy hair, his deep chocolate-brown eyes, his obnoxiously good looks-- 

You eyed the raven-haired boy who had become completely distracted, busily taping a pair of plastic gloves around his wrists and using a bendy-straw to blow them up like balloons. He cooed excitedly and shoved them in your general direction. “Look Y/N! I’m like Baymax!” 

He hasn’t changed a bit.  

Perhaps it was the many bodies in such a tight space, or perhaps you were just overly perceptive today but it suddenly dawned on you that two other members were missing. 

You frowned. “Hey, where’s Namjoon and--”

“Yah! I see goofing off!” A shout that reminded you of a squawking mother emanated from the other side of the deli case. 

Ah. There he is. 

In unison, you all whirled around to see the store owner, Jin, shouldering a large silver tray of fresh pastries and looking absolutely perfect. His beautiful full lips pulled back in annoyance and his ivory skin tinted pink like blooming roses. He had an evergreen apron tied around his waist and his free hand was placed fiercely on his hip.

“Hyung, look!” Taehyung wiggled his balloon-a-fied hands at Jin. “Y/N is here!”

Jin looked over to you, his expression softening. “Hey there Y/N.” He said, circling around the deli case and placing the tray on the meat-grinder block. 

“Hi Jin.” You blushed. His presence had a way of making you flustered. 

He patted his floury hands on his apron before extending one towards you. You took it with a hardy handshake, his touch lingered slightly before he pulled it away. 

“Are you ready to work hard?” Jin asked, straightening back up. 

You eyed your coworkers skeptically. “Yes sir.” 

Taehyung was using his balloon-hands to squish Jimin’s face while Jungkook stood by as witness; the three of them bursted into fits of giggles when one of the gloves popped just above Jimin’s nose. Yoongi, who was completely ignoring you guys, had returned to his previous activities, engaged in his phone once again. 

Ready to work hard? By the look of it, you didn’t feel like you really had a choice, because no doubt you’d be carrying a lot of the weight.  

“Good.” Jin said and took a spatula from one of the magnetic holsters. “Because it seems to me that with these four slack offs--” he gestured with it at the younger men, “--you have your work cut out for you.”

Read my mind.

You hummed in response and watched as Jin began to square off the pastries with the spatula. He looked good--well he had always looked good, but with his delicately placed locks of black hair and eyelashes that casted shadows across cheekbones, the shopkeeper looked particularly angelic as he focused on his work. 

“Ooh! Hyung! Is that the crumb cake?” Taehyung’s short attention span was naturally swayed by the sight of food. 

He scurried over to the two of you, a look of unadulterated hunger on his face. The rest of the boys, minus Yoongi, followed shortly after him. Taehyung reached for one, the plastic from his glove still deflated around his hand. Jin smacked it away. 

“Don’t you dare touch these with your grubby little hands.” The oldest scolded. “These are for the customers. You know, the ones who actually pay for my food.” 

Taehyung whimpered, disappointed. “...looks so good though…” 

“They most certainly are. Delicious--” His eyes narrowed. “--and for the customers. I don’t want to catch any of you snacking on these today. Anything else, fine. But stay away from the crumb cake.”

A chorus of protest had Jin stabbing the spatula with a particularly strong force.

“I mean it.” 

Jimin’s lip jutted and Taehyung leaned against the grinder block back first, angling his face to fix Jin with the perfect puppy-pout. Not that it worked. Jin’s nerves were made of steel. 

“Just a little?” 

“No.”

“A crumb?”

“No!” 

“A lick?”

“Aish! Stop bothering me!” 

“Move.” A curt voice cut through the room. 

Namjoon, the last missing member of the group, appeared from the inside of the walk-in fridge, holding a large plastic bin with the words ‘cuts to be trimmed’ written on the side in black sharpie. 

You all turned to look at the man as he glared intensely at you; the crowd of people in his way. Namjoon’s arms were shaking under the weight of the bin like he was barely keeping it from falling out of his grip. He was flushed, with tiny beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. You gulped as everyone automatically stepped aside and created a path for him. Even Yoongi scooched over on the ground. 

Why is he...

You looked at Jimin confused, but the boy just shrugged. “Namjoon is the butcher now.”

Namjoon mumbled something you couldn’t hear as he heaved the bin towards the butcher's block and slammed it down on the counter. His back was turned to you, not having noticed your presence. 

The tallest man’s willowy figure had always been lean but, like Jungkook, new muscle definition ripped up his biceps and upper pectorals. On top of that, his once golden skin was now a deep shade of almond and his brown quiff had been replaced with a silver, clean-shaven undercut. 

Two years ago, it had been you, Namjoon, Yoongi and Taehyung that worked in the deli, cutting cold-cuts, making sandwiches and helping out around the market whenever time allowed. Jin had been the one in charge of the beef, only temporarily lending the reins when the store got too busy for him to handle it alone. Jin liked control. He especially liked control over their best selling meat, so you wondered how Namjoon had convinced the uptight shopkeeper to let him go full-time. 

He looked poised, a little cold.

You hugged your arms sheepishly. “Hi Joon.”

The butcher slipped, eyes wide and clearly not expecting to hear your voice as he caught himself on the butchers block. Giving himself a second to catch his breath, Namjoon turned to look at you with a bewildered expression. 

“Y/N...” He said, taking a step towards you. 

“Hey, it’s good to see yooooh my god are you ok?” 

Your hands flew to your lips in shock as Namjoon’s heel snagged on a piece of plastic--no doubt left on the floor from Taehyung’s glove--and flew to the ground in a tumble of limbs and a loud ‘crash’. You bit back a laugh. There’s that klutziness.

Wincing in pain, Namjoon stood up, his face red with peevery as he steadied himself. “Taehyung!” He growled.

Silence followed. 

Taehyung looked at his only remaining balloon-hand then looked back to Namjoon. “On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain!?” He cheered, diving for the older with his hands outstretched. 

A loud ‘pop’ echoed in his wake. The rest of you exchanged looks of surprise as Namjoon held himself, wielding a long, skinny butcher's knife that extended towards Taehyung’s defending hand. The butcher fixed his eyes on the raven-haired male--who swallowed hard as the tip of the blade barely met his palm--shooting aggressive daggers. 

“No.” 

More silence. 

Jin clapped his hands, breaking the lull. “That’s it! Everyone back to work!” 

The shopkeeper shooed you guys away with a flick of his wrist and turned back around to resume cutting the crumb cake. The few “awws” that reverberated from the younger boys' mouths were silenced by the don’t-fuck-with-me look thier boss shot at them. 

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Work well underway, the day seemed to slip by pretty slowly. The store was basically empty save a browsing customer here or there.

Jimin had returned to the registers while Jungkook was busy wheeling boxes around and unloading the contents to their respective places. Yoongi remained unbothered on his phone and Taehyung was doodling away with a black deli crayon on a piece of wrapping paper. The only noises that could be heard were the murmurs of Hoseok and Jin from the office and the soft thwacks of Namjoon’s cleaver as he chopped up pieces of meat and dumped them into a vacant bucket. 

You sighed to yourself. It’s so quiet...

There were no chairs back in the deli. Jin’s reasoning had been that sitting around made them look lazy, and laziness would repel customers. Nevertheless, none of the boys had any trouble finding ways to look apathetic. So you were leaning against the sandwich block, hands gripped around the wooden sides to support yourself and mind wandering off in boredom. 

A little restless, you looked down at Yoongi who was sitting inches from your branched out legs. 

“So, Yoongi…” You tried. “How’s business been today?”

Your shift may have started in the early afternoon, but most of, if not all the boys had been here since opening at six. You were privately grateful that you didn’t have to haul ass at bumblefuck am in the morning. 

Yoongi looked up at you briefly and you noticed tiny little bags under his eyes. “Slow.”

He had never been much for small talk. 

Ennui set in again and you found yourself wishing that you had brought your phone to pass the time. Maybe you’d forgotten on purpose due to your social media sabbatical or maybe you’d truly just forgotten but either way staring at a screen if not just to look at something sounded pretty good. So, to compensate, you settled on looking around the store. 

The late afternoon sun had soaked the deli in warm shades of oranges and pinks, the sheets of white menus that hung from the walls glared irredecentaly against the blaring light. The metal of the slicers and the walk-in glinted like precious silver and plastic containers full of lettuce, tomato and onion on the sandwich counter reflected images of your surroundings. You could hear the rolling of pebbles from outside as cars pulled in or drove away from the market and the faint smell of raw beef wafted through your nose. You crinkled it in disagreement. 

It was amazing how everything felt so… normal.

Looking at Yoongi’s hunched form, you pushed yourself away from the counter and tentatively took a seat next to him. He didn’t move. A quick peek over his shoulder, you realized he was typing something on a notes app. 

“Whatcha writing?” 

At that, Yoongi lifted his head and shielded his phone against his chest. You felt a little bad for eavesdropping. 

Your eyes met his. The look of genuine interest spread clearly on your face had Yoongi’s lips tugged back in a gentle smirk. He raised his hand to rub the back of his neck and dropped the phone from his chest to expose its contents towards your waiting gaze. 

“Lyrics.” He shrugged. “Never know when inspiration will hit you.”

Yoongi had one of those voices that oozed self-control, a voice you couldn’t imagine raised. And the way his eyes glimmered with passion for his art made your heart thrum little pitter-pats against your ribs. I forgot how handsome he is. 

“I didn’t know you liked to write music.” You truly hadn’t. He had always been so reserved, even back then. 

Yoongi snorted. “Well, my real goals in life are to cut meat and cheese for wealthy, uptight buttfucks. But what can I say? Gotta dream big.” 

You laughed. I also forgot how colorful his language could be. 

You wanted to ask him more, but a call from the front of the deli had you both snapping your heads towards the order counter.

“Excuse me!” A woman with two chins and sunglasses peered from the other side of the deli case. “Some service over here!” 

“Speak of the devil.” You sighed, rolling your eyes in Yoongi’s direction. “Keep writing. I got it.”

A hint of a smile ghosted his lips as you stood up and trotted over to the customer who was tapping her fingers impatiently. You put on your best pseudo grin. 

“Sorry for the wait ma’am. What can I get for you?” 

She frowned at you--or maybe that was her normal expression. “Yes. Thank you.” Her painted lips sneered. “I’d like a sandwich--”

“Hoagie or Kaiser?” You interrupted. The sandwich bags varied in sizes, so you needed to know which one to write her order on.

“Hoagie.” Her chins wagged as she navigated her eyes to one of the paper menus. “With--” 

You scrawled down her elongated list of toppings, checking the right boxes and circling the written words printed neatly on a chosen hoagie bag. The customer paused, opening her mouth as if she wanted to order something else, then promptly closed it. 

“That’s all.” 

“Alright!” You said with a nod. “That’ll be up in just a couple minutes.” 

The customer grumbled something you couldn’t make out but backed away from the counter and went to wait off to the side. 

That was the part of the job you hadn’t missed. The entitlement, the poor treatment, the rudeness and you, as an employee, were just supposed to smile and be polite besides yourself. 

Walking back to the sandwich block, you slipped past Namjoon, careful so as not to bump him and then clipped the bag on a sleek metal rack. It was your first sandwich of the year and you could feel a twinge of nervousness as your brain tried to remember what to do and what order to do it in. 

Yoongi peeked his head up again to watch you quietly, making sure you were ok or if you needed any guidance. 

Turkey. Swiss. Lettuce and tomato. A little salt, some hot peppers and onions. Oh and oil. Don’t forget the oil. You recited as you grabbed what you needed from the deli case, hands quivered slightly with nerves. You didn’t want to fuck this up. A part of you wanted to show the boys that you may have been gone a couple years, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t still make a killer sandwich. The whole store knew your sandwich making skills had always been the best and you had a reputation to uphold. 

You went over to the slicers and paused briefly, gathering your demeanor before you switched on the blades. Gripping the butt of the cheese you breathed deeply, quiet enough as to not draw attention to yourself. 

There was this irrational fear that you had; you even experienced nightmares once or twice because of it. You had always catastrophized that one of these days you’d slice your hand into a thick flap and then have to walk around with your flesh flopping like a turkey’s throat. Shuddering at the thought, you began to slice.

Thankfully, your body memory took over and suddenly you felt yourself falling back into old motions, cutting the cold-cuts with ease and one hundred percent skin-flap free.

With a slight spring to your step, you brushed past Namjoon again, again being careful not to hit him with your butt as you went about your way. You heard an appreciative ‘thunk’ of blade hitting wood. 

When all the items were laid out in a neat line, you began to assemble the sandwich, making sure to place each piece of food in the correct order. First meat, then cheese, then veggies and then oil. You never put oil on the bread because the moisture would make the entire sandwich soggy. You explained this to Taehyung and Yoongi once when a customer had come in with a complaint about an ‘inedible sandwich.’ Finishing up your order with a sprinkle of lettuce and a spray of oil you topped it off with a light dusting of sea salt. Perfect. 

While you took a step back to admire your handy work, more customers began to line up in front of the deli case. With a low groan, Taehyung paused his doodling to go help them. Yoongi stood up and tucked his phone away in his hoodie. 

“Ahem.” Namjoon fixed you with an instructive stare and you chuckled sheepishly. 

“Right. Sorry.”

You gathered up the sandwich and brought it to the wrapping block, careful not to spill anything. Quickly and neatly you rolled the paper over it before taping it closed and stuffing it in the bag. 

“Here you are.” You beamed at the customer who had ordered from you, handing over your masterpiece. 

She didn’t thank you, just grabbed the sandwich and waddled away. 

“You’re welcome.” You muttered bitterly, the corner of your lip twitched in contempt. 

Bitch.

You were used to ungrateful customers. Most people who came to the shore were wealthy beach house owners--the top one percent--and most of them didn’t appreciate hard work let alone practiced basic manners. 

Giving yourself a moment, you checked your watch. It was a little after lunch time, which explained the sudden pickup in business. Usually between 12:30 and 2:00 the market became increasingly busy, then again between 4:30 and 6:00, giving everyone about an hour to catch their breath. 

“Already aching to clock out, eh?”

 Taehyung came up from behind you, causing you to squeak in surprise. He chuckled deeply in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. 

You whipped your head around, blood creeping up your cheeks. “No!” 

“Cute. Well here.” He handed you two paper sandwich bags. “This’ll pass the time.”

Taehyung graced you with a little wink and a wave of his hand before walking back up to the front of the deli to take more orders. 

Your shoulders slumped as a sigh departed your lips, already missing the freetime. 

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Another hour crawled by. Not a moment to relax as the three of you maneuvered through and around the small space, slicing cold-cut after sandwich. You were beginning to lose your bearings as the line never seemed to end. 

“Coming through!” 

“On your left. No. Left Taehyung.” 

“Behind you hyung!” 

“Knife!” 

Every once in a while, Namjoon paused from his ministries to help out when the three of you had your hands full. He worked like a pro and made everything seem so effortless. You’d never felt more beholden. 

Once the line cleared and the four of you had a moment to yourselves, you breathed a sigh of relief. It truly felt good to be up on your feet again, but damn, dealing with so many people in such a short amount of time really weighed on your introverted personality. Running a hand through your hair, you looked at the clock on the deli phone.

Only four hours left to go. 

Phew. Ok. You can do this Y/N.

A slew of giggles erupted from the deli case and you turned your head to see a dwindling customer bent over the counter and chatting animatedly with Taehyung. By the way she twirled her hair and fluttered her lashes you could immediately tell she was flirting. And honestly, you couldn’t blame her. Customers had often flirted with the boys and every time it was a reminder of how seriously handsome each of them were. You frowned.

She was beautiful. A very tall, very blonde woman with a modelesque physique. Her skin was as fair as a jasmine petal, with perfect blue eyes and a perfect snowy neck. The spaghetti straps of her sundress threatened to slip down her tiny, pointed shoulders and you noticed her arms were crossed around her chest, emphasizing her cleavage.

Laughing at something he said, she reached out to touch Taehyung’s arm, a bold move if you ever saw one. He followed with his eyes to where her hand touched him and slowly backed away. Handing over her order, he fixed her with his boxy smile. 

“Bye! Come again soon!” He chirped. Ouch.  

The customer obviously didn’t want to leave, but Taehyung had already turned his back towards her, clearly ending the conversation. Her pretty, glossed lips bent down in a grimace and reluctantly she sulked off. The raven haired boy caught your stare, his eyes flying up to the sky as he shrugged. You made a gagging motion with your finger and then the two of you laughed. 

Yoongi shuffled over, a tired expression creased on his face as he dipped back down to the floor, back flush against the cool metal of the walk-in. His cheeks were rosy from all the exertion and eyes heavy as he sighed. Taking one last look up front as to make sure no other customers were around, he fished for the phone in his pocket and returned to typing fervidly. 

“How ya holding up?” You said to him. 

“Hm.”

Man, he’s a tough one to crack. 

A few moments passed in silence. You enjoyed the cool breeze of the air conditioning, eyes hooded as it satiated your skin. It felt peaceful to be among friends again. 

A subtle thunk grabbed you from your stupor.

“Oof. Watch it!” Yoongi jerked forward as the door of the walk-in pushed open from behind him. 

Namjoon emerged from the door with a large rack of ribs cradled on his shoulder. He looked between the two of you and quickly apologized to his friend. 

“The door knob is a little loose inside, so be careful not to pull it too hard.” He said, gesturing with his chin to the fridge. 

You nodded your head and Yoongi  hummed in admission, though if he was really listening you couldn’t tell. Doubtful. 

“Hey! Which one of you dum-dums keeps forgetting to price the sandwiches!?” Jimin called, face huffy as he poked his head out from behind aisle B. 

For some reason, Jin never liked the idea of using up-to-date cash registers, opting for old-fashioned antiques that probably came from the nineteen-thirties. That excluded a barcode scanner, so poor Jimin had to punch in all the item prices by hand. God forbid a customer decided not to buy something because then the boy had to zero out the register and start all over again.

“I had to make the prices up, and you know Jin hyung hates when I do that!” Jimin stomped over in a flurry of dust and dirt from unswept floors. Speaking of things Jin hated. 

Your eyes widened. Horrified, you realized it had been you. You totally forgot you had to hand write the prices of the sandwiches along with the orders. 

The rest of the members started to busy themselves, avoiding Jimin’s wrath. Taehyung began opening boxes of pickle jars from underneath the counters and Namjoon got to work on prepping the bonesaw for the ribs. To your surprise, even Yoongi stood up and began to clean the counter with a metal scraper. It was like they all turned their heads and whistled evadingly. 

You sighed, wiping the bridge of your nose. Honesty was the best approach. 

“Sorry Jimin! It was me.” You admitted to the blonde haired boy. 

He craned his neck to look at you standing in the back behind Namjoon. For a split second you worried he would tell you off. 

Instead, Jimin flashed you a radiant smile. “No worries Y/N. It’s only your first day back--”

“It’s all our first day back.” Yoongi muttered lowly. 

“--so it must be hard to remember everything all at once.” He finished, shooting a glare at the sea-green head on the floor. 

“Thanks… I’ll try to remember to write them down next time.” You said, heat rising to your cheeks. How embarrassing. 

“No problem, love.”

Taehyung scoffed, folding the emptied box in his arms. “It was a problem last year when I forgot that one time to price a ham sandwich. One time.”

Jimin pursed his luscious lips. “That’s because you’re always doing something you’re not supposed to be.” 

Taehyung threw up his hands in mock frustration. “Sue me!”

“Ironic that this is coming from the person who’s supposed to be behind the register.” Yoongi said, reminding his younger that in that moment, he’s the one doing something he’s not supposed to be.

Jimin ignored the remark and sauntered over to your side. He grabbed your hand between his.

“I’ve been dying to know!” He exclaimed, brown eyes sparkling. “How was Japan?”

From within the room, all ears perked up.

Your face fell a little at the question, not wanting to answer it again. “Oh you know… it was good. A great learning experience.”

He picked up on your bypassed tone. “Oh… did something happen?”

Suddenly, flashes of broken bottles, a messy room and red lights flashed through your head. You took a step away from him. 

“No. Nothing at all. Like I said, it was great.” You forced a little smile. “My Japanese is pretty good now.”

As if sensing your troubled thoughts, Jimin hummed in disapproval. His face was tinged with concern as he said “If something happened, you can tell us.” Great. An interrogation session was clearly in the making.

Abruptly, Namjoon turned from the bonesaw and shot Jimin a warning look. “Min, if you have time to chit-chat, you have time to help Jin or Hoseok.”

Jimin made a face. “But I’m talking to Y/N. We have so much to catch up on.” 

The butcher's shoulders squared in irritation. Running a hand through his silver locks he stopped what he was doing completely. “Go help your hyungs or go back to the register. There’s too many of us back here and hardly any room.”

“No fair! You guys get to spend all day with her, and I have to sit up front all by myself!” 

“Yeah, we’re pretty lucky.” Taehyung waggled his thick brows towards you.

Namjoon pinched his nose and shut his eyes to ease the headache he was getting. “Don’t make me call Jin over here.”  

“You’re no fun! I hope you cut your fingers!” Jimin stuck out his tongue. “Seriously, you always cut your fingers. It’s beyond me why Jin hyung trusted you as our butcher” He pointed at the array of band-aids that littered Namjoon’s hands. 

“At least I’m helping them out! Someone has to cut the meat around here, and I don’t see you volunteering.” 

Jimin turned a little green at the thought. “I’m just saying. Lose a finger and you’ll never be able to properly hold a knife again.”

“Fuck off.”

Jimin’s lip quivered. “When did you become so mean?”

You waved your hands at your two bickering coworkers in an attempt to dissipate the negative aura, wishing someone would come to your rescue. As if on cue, Hoseok’s head appeared through the little aperture between the back office and the deli, arms full of leafy greens. 

“Jimin, don’t you have a register to monitor?” He raised an eyebrow. 

Jimin bowed his head in defeat, knowing he didn’t stand a chance against the gardener. You felt relief wash over you. “Yes hyung…” 

With a quick glance back at you, his little body scuttled away to resume his job. A twang of guilt struck you.

Following suit, you squatted down by the sandwich counter and pulled out rolls of bread from orange crates. You placed them on top of the work surface so that you, Taehyung and Yoongi would be prepared for the next rush of orders. It was a quarter past 3:00. 

You thought about Jimin’s question, feeling bad for blowing him off like that. He’d always been so kind to you--warm and welcoming--and right then you felt like a raging bitch. 

I wish people would stop asking me that question. 

As you were pulling out the last bunches of bread, a blur of ebony and white caught your attention. 

“I’m a chef!” Taehyung announced, crouching beside you. Startled, you nearly dropped a sandwich roll. 

He adorned the pickle box on his head, indeed looking like he wore a chefs hat made of cardboard. He flashed you a toothy grin.

“The fuck?” Yoongi looked up and sniggered. 

Taehyung danced around the deli with the box on his head, not bothering to remove it when the next slew of customers arrived at the counter. He wiggled his hips and sprung about full of energy, causing a mixed reaction from the people up front.

A part of you knew he was trying to cheer you up.

You stifled a snort of amusement. “I wonder about the way your mind works, Tae.”

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Around 3:30, Jin appeared from the office. 

“Y/N, can you help me with something?” 

You were on the ground with Yoongi, reading over his shoulder as he typed away lyrics passionately on his phone. The market had gone completely quiet, so you had seized the opportunity to bond with him.

Taehyung had gone back to doodling, the cardboard box completely forgotten, and Namjoon disappeared outside about five minutes ago. Probably to smoke.

“Sure.” You said. You stood up and brushed some bread crumbs off your clothes. 

“Follow me.”

Jin led you outside past Hoseok’s garden and over to a small freezer-truck parked adjacent to the back of the store. The air looked wavy and greasy as it came up from the ground. The heat hung heavy in the treetops, weighing down the leaves so that the only movement was that of automobiles, pulling out from the parking lot and roaring down the streets. Boiling and humid, it was summer at its most stifling. 

Jin took out his keys--no key fob, you noticed, but plenty of keys. Your own keyring had two keys and a fob shaped like a cat. You wondered if your keyring said something about you. 

He opened the door. The two of you stepped inside, the plastic flaps of the entryway hitting your face as a waft of cool air pricked the hairs on your skin. There were rows of boxes filled with produce and dairy; a storage unit used for things that weren’t yet needed on the market shelves. Jin stood next to a huddle of large boxes filled to the brim with juicy red strawberries that Hoseok had picked from his garden. 

The storekeeper gestured towards them. “I need you to take these strawberries and put them on the top shelf of the walk-in so they can defrost.” 

You eyed them closely, wondering why he hadn’t asked Taehyung or Yoongi. They looked pretty weighty but you thought you could handle some considerable lifting.

“Sure. No problem.” You said, bending down to pick one of them up. You were right in your assumptions. They were heavy as fuck. 

Jin brushed a perfect strand of ebony hair away from his face, a grateful look graced his delicate features. “Thanks. Hobi has been nagging about it all day.” 

“My pleasure.” You smiled. 

If you were being completely honest, you’d do practically anything for Jin. Your little crush on your boss was a bit embarrassing, but you’d come to terms with it. Shoulding the box with gusto, you turned to leave.

“Oh, and also.” He stopped you. “I meant to ask. How was Japan?” 

You gritted your teeth and swallowed thickly. You hadn’t wanted to lie to Jimin, but you really didn’t want to lie to Jin. 

You flashed him a weary smile. “It was awesome.” You fibbed for the third time today.

Jin nodded his head with a knuckle to his chin, less sensitive to your hesitance than Jimin and Hoseok had been. “That’s good to hear. Make any new friends?”

“Yeah.” 

“Meet anyone special?” 

“No.” 

Jin’s expression changed. Was that a look of relief on his face? You blinked, suspicious that your eyes had played a trick on you. You never thought Jin to be the bashful type, but in that moment he looked particularly shy. 

Not pressing any further, Jin put a hand on your elbow and stretched his pretty red lips into a soft smile, eyes glittering. “We really missed you.”

Your heart fluttered at his confession, a peaceful feeling returned to your body. 

“I really missed you too.” Fucking freudian slip.

The shopkeeper’s face turned pink. Suddenly wanting to look away, you turned your attention back to the boxes and stared. The box already on your shoulder began to falter since you’d been holding its weight for so long.

Jin followed your eyes and sighed. “Thank you so much. I’d have Jungkook do it, but I already have him making runs to the delivery trucks and bringing those boxes around front.” Ah. It’s delivery day. That explained why you hadn’t seen much of the youngest boy. 

“It’s not a problem. I’m happy to help.”

Although it’s only filled with strawberries, the pressing weight they provided made you breathe hard as you hauled it through the double doors and back into the market. Hoseok looked up from his office chair, a spread of bundled herbs layed out in front of him. 

He waved at you with a bunch of rosemary and chuckled brightly. “Need a hand?”

Not wanting to bother him, you shook your head. “Nope! I got it.”  

“You sure? That looks heavy.”

“Don’t worry Hobi! I’m stronger than I look!” You tucked the box in the crook of your neck and flexed your bicep.

He eyed you skeptically but nodded nonetheless, resuming his work.

You heaved yourself back into the deli. Sweat threatened to drip down your face as you walked in on Taehyung holding a circular plastic container filled with a curious, salmon-pink substance. What was that boy up to now?

“So… what, exactly, did you put in it?” Yoongi asked. He was bending over the sandwich block watching Taehyung with sick intrigue. 

“Potato salad, egg salad, tuna salad, seafood salad, chicken salad, macaroni salad… all the salads!” Taehyung cheered, then paused. “Except for coleslaw.” He shivered in disgust. 

Yoongi sighed nonchalantly. “It’s just gonna taste like mayonnaise.”

The boy simply shrugged, spooning a good amount of the mixture into his mouth and looked on in consideration. You and Yoongi gagged simultaneously. 

Both boys' eyes snapped to you as they finally took notice of your struggling form. Yoongi’s eyebrows shot to his hairline. Taehyung put the container down and smiled at you. 

“Hey Y/N, need some help?” 

You placed the strawberries on the butcher’s block to catch your breath. “Nah. Seriously, I got this. Just gimme a second.”

“I can do it if you want.” Yoongi said, folding his arms over his chest. 

Determined to finish the job by yourself, you raised a hand and waved off the offer. “I can do this.” 

“Alright, well, I’ll get the door.” He pushed himself off the counter and turned to open the walk-in. 

You hummed in appreciation. Lifting the box again, you hauled both it and yourself through the waiting door. A cold breeze coursed beneath your flesh. 

Yoongi held it open, watching you with slitted eyes as you stood on your tippy-toes and tried to place the box on the top shelf. It began to wobble in your hands. You grunted, your arms begging to give and you realized too late that you were too short. The box doubled back and suddenly, you felt yourself go with it. Your heart began to hammer in your chest, dread washed over you as you anticipated your fall. 

There was a click of the door shutting closed as two hands shot out from behind you and steadied the box, which consecutively steadied you. 

“Careful.” Yoongi warned. 

Your eyes widened. 

He was really close. His hard pectorals pressed up against you and it was then you realized how strong his body was. You could feel his quickened heart thumping, which only aided in the increase of your own pulse. He smelled like mint. 

Your ears burned red despite the cold. 

Yoongi helped you push the box onto the top shelf, hands enveloping yours. His fingers were long and elegant, a couple silver rings sheathed around them. You noticed lengthy veins that protruded through his skin and you gulped. Even though the box had already been shelved, he didn’t move away. 

“Uh. T-thanks.” You stuttered.

“Yup.” 

Finally he backed up and removed his hands. You turned around slowly and met his eyes. Yoongi’s face was equally flushed. After a moment of awkward silence, you found your voice again.

“W-we should… uh… head back out. Jin has more boxes that need to be moved.” 

He rubbed his neck and averted his gaze, but nodded slowly. 

Together, the two of you soundlessly turned to exit the fridge, anxious to get out of the cold. You willed your heart to slow, feeling embarrassed that you let the moment get to you. 

You reached out and grabbed the handle. 

Whether it was from your spaztic sensitivity or the way your hands shook, Namjoon’s previous warning had escaped you as you pulled it way too hard. 

The handle snapped off and fell to the floor with a rambunctious ‘clang.’ For a long moment you just stared at each other. 

“Fuck.”

You and Yoongi were undoubtedly trapped inside.

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Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC Genre: BTS Mafia!AU Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Smut, Slow Burn

“It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

AO3 | WP

Chapter 05: Boyz With Fun

"The fun boys go until the dawn moon sets, This is so fun, all fakeness has gone home."

Seoul - Cheongdam; Gangnam District South Korea

Taehyung leaned against the side of the building, the stick of his lollipop poking out from between his lips. After all these years, he still possessed an almost insatiable sweet tooth. It was one of the few things in life that he just couldn’t seem to give up and could also maintain his interest. As much of a flirt that he was, women came and went from his bed. Or he from theirs. The rough and tumble life they led in the earlier days of their beginnings had seemingly lost its attraction. But sweets? Well, those just never got old.

However, there were some people that could keep his attention. It was a feat, yes, but not impossible. One such individual worked in the very building he was leaning against. In fact, he’d been shadowing them for the better part of a few months. They were stubborn and liked to appear that they weren’t interested or even a bit curious as to why he was shadowing them. But that was fine. Taehyung didn’t mind.

It made the chase all the more delicious.

As he spied the time on his watch, he knew that this person was going to be clocking out soon. Their routine in this place was like clockwork; predictable and consistent. There were times when a wrench got thrown in, ultimately ruining the schedule, but those moments were rare. Unable to hide the growing excitement on his face, he pushed himself off the concrete surface and made his way through the automatic sliding doors of the hospital.

Not even a handful of steps into the lobby, he saw the person he was looking for. Or, rather, waiting for. She was dressed in her scrubs – a soft, periwinkle blue – clutching her bag while her coat draped over one of her arms. Tall with brown skin and curling dark hair, her glasses were situated on her face in a way that made her seem almost adorable. She was talking with one of her co-workers, probably about the patients they had for the day and what their plans were for the coming weekend. Would they trade off shifts? God, he hoped not.

She let out a laugh and Taehyung crunched into the hard candy, chewing methodically as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his slacks. He was mentally counting down how long it would take for her to notice him.

Three…two…one…bingo!

When the countdown finished in his head, she looked up and their eyes met. Her smile fell a fraction and she slowed her pace down a measure. Her co-worker seemed confused by the action until the other nurse caught sight of Taehyung. She gave a small wave and he returned the gesture just as she smirked playfully toward the woman whom he couldn’t take his eyes from. The other woman gently nudged her and told her she would see her tomorrow. Taehyung closed the distance between them, standing just a foot in front of her.

“Hey there, Gorgeous,” he said, the candy’s stick clamped between his teeth as he flashed her his trademark boxy smile, “long day?”

The woman, Raelyn Briggs, rolled her eyes as she side-stepped him so she could walk around him. “What is it now?” She asked him the question, but continued walking – as if she really didn’t care one way or the other if he answered or not.

Pivoting on his heels, he jogged up beside her while spitting the stick into the garbage. “Was it a bad day?”

“It was fine until you showed up.”

She refused to look at him, but this didn’t stop him from smiling or from being persistent.

“Aw, c’mon. That’s not a nice thing to say.” He dramatically placed a hand on his chest, palm resting over the spot where his heart was beating steadily beneath. “I need you to give me a check-up.”

Raelyn scoffed. “Then schedule an appointment.”

Taehyung clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth. “Don’t be like that, Rae Noona.”

"Like what?”

He pouted. “You’re such a meanie.”

“And you’re a menace.”

He tried to maintain his pouty expression, but he soon dissolved into a small fit of laughter. He didn’t know why but annoying her was so fun. Maybe it was because she made it so easy or because she didn’t immediately tell him to go fly a kite in downtown traffic. He couldn’t help his curiosity when it came to Raelyn.

She wasn’t the first transplant to come to South Korea. In this day and age, it was pretty common for foreigners to immigrate to other countries for work. There were all kinds of programs for teaching as well as through vocational or technical skills. Trade skills existed all over the world and like Koreans often went to other countries to learn, the same could be said for others wanting to expand their knowledge in a variety of fields.

From what he was able to glean, Raelyn was one such individual. Even though he’d known her for the better part of three years, she’d lived in South Korea for four. The more scandalous side of it all was that Raelyn used to date Hoseok. Things ended on her terms, though the reason for it was a bit hazy. At least what he was able to learn from the other Hyungs. No one really wanted to talk about it and so Taehyung didn’t pry.

He couldn’t remember why, exactly, the topic had been broached, but he did recall that Hoseok said he was over the relationship. That things ended for the best. Not that Taehyung was in the business of taking someone’s second serving of a dish, but if she was a girl interesting enough to turn Hoseok’s head then he had to know what she was all about.

Imagine his surprise when he discovered that she was a nurse, darker skinned and a foreigner.

Taehyung ran a few paces in front of Raelyn and stopped, forcing her to come to a halt. She had a clear look of irritation painted over her face, but this made his smile widen. He knew that she was just taking off from work and probably wanted to have nothing to do with him, yet he just wasn’t selfless enough to leave her alone. Maybe she was playing hard to get. Who knew? But she kept his interest and that made him even more determined to get her to give him a chance.

“Look, Noona,” he said, brushing his fingers through his silvery blue and black hair, “I know you’ve probably had a long day and that’s why I wanna take you out. Nothing fancy or uncomfortable, I promise.” He held his hands up in a show of playful surrender. “Just dinner and a drink. You think you’d be up for something like that?”

Raelyn gave him the once over, canting her head slightly in a way that made the lens of her glasses shine off from the many streetlights along the corner. There really wasn’t a reason for her to accept his offer. Then again, there really wasn’t a reason for her to decline it either. It was a win-win situation for both. He had a few days of down time before Jimin and he would have to hit the streets again to collect on some things. Normally Taehyung made an effort to get ahead of the game, but he wasn’t sure when he’d be able to get a chance to really get to know Raelyn for who she was. Not just the professional nurse mask she wore, but the real face that hid behind it.

After a few more grueling minutes of silence, Raelyn sighed slowly and Taehyung had to contain his excitement. He knew that he’d won. As he was mentally giving himself a pat on the back, he watched Raelyn setting her purse down on the ground so she could slip into her coat. Taehyung moved so that he was behind her, helping her arms slide into the sleeves. He leaned down and picked up her purse and she set it on her shoulder.

With a wide gesture of her arm, she cocked her head to the side. “After you.”

Taehyung grinned, holding out his arm for her and she shook her head while rolling her eyes. He gently elbowed her persistently and when her arm finally slid through his, he beamed proudly. For whatever reason, he felt like he was suddenly on top of the world.

Like he promised, they walked and talked amicably. It was no secret what circles he ran with and there was no sense hiding it from her. It wasn’t like she was ignorant to his world. He was curious about her day-to-day activities and quickly ascertained that he admired her drive to help people. But she wasn’t above taking care of herself. Self-care was important. People tend to forget that.

He most certainly did not .

It didn’t take them long to arrive to their destination. It was a quiet café with a nice atmosphere that also served modest entrees. He remembered her saying once that after a long shift, the last thing she wanted to do was gorge on food and pass out. It normally gave her indigestion in the morning and she wasn’t about that life. Taehyung could eat enough for three people, but that was just his metabolism and active lifestyle talking.

She ordered a deli sandwich, soup and coffee while he ordered a plate of pasta with tea. Their conversation continued on the tamer side and he ignored the looks that a few patrons gave them. He knew that he was good looking and there were people who also knew that he was part of the underground circuit. He didn’t care for their judgmental eyes or thoughts, keeping his attention on Raelyn as she ate politely while indulging him in conversation. Also politely.

Then the anvil fell.

“So,” she said, raising the mug up to her lips, “do you think it’s a good idea to be gettin’ fresh with your boss’s ex-girl?”

Taehyung was in mid-sip of his tea when he inhaled suddenly, racked with a coughing fit that he thought would never end. People were looking at him for a different reason now. He stared at her, unblinking, wondering just where the hell that even came from.

In fact, he was going to ask.

“Where the hell did that come from?”

She scoffed, sipping from the mug and then setting it down. “Oh come on , Taehyung- ssi ,” she said, putting extra emphasis to the polite way of addressing him, “I don’t know what game you’re playing but I know that you’ve been poking around me because you want to know something, don’t you?” Raelyn pushed her glasses up along the bridge of her nose. “‘What could my boss, Jung Hoseok, possibly have seen in a woman like this?’ That’s what you’re thinking, isn’t it?”

His mouth opened to protest, but he soon closed it when he realized that she wasn’t completely wrong.

But she wasn’t completely right, either.

However, instead of answering, all he could do was remain silent – his lips pressing together in a thin line.

Raelyn chuckled because she knew she’d gotten the upper hand. It wasn’t in his nature to not throw something back at her in rebuttal. But he knew he couldn’t regain the advantage. Not in this conversation.

“I’m pretty sure you already know that I was the one to end things. You’re wondering why that is, aren’t you? Why a woman like me would walk away from the benefits and opportunities that come with being the boss’s girlfriend?”

His eyes narrowed slightly. Anger flared behind his eyes, but he couldn’t pinpoint just what he was angry for . If it was because he’d been outsmarted, or if it was because Raelyn was taking Hoseok lightly.

No , he thought, his grip tightening around his cup of tea, she knows exactly what he is capable of.

“I’ll tell you why, Taehyung-ssi, so that you’ll finally get an idea of who I am and maybe, just maybe, you’ll leave well enough alone.” Raelyn finished up her coffee and began digging through her purse. She pulled out a black and silver clutch, removing a few bills from within. “As glamorous as your world is in movies and in books, it’s ugly on the inside. Turf wars were happening constantly and, if I’m not mistaken, they still are. Hoseok was good to me. In fact, he was great. But that charm and goodness wasn’t enough to keep me away from the one thing I treasure most in this world.”

She paused and Taehyung let out a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding. Once again, their eyes met and the deep purple glint that shined behind her glasses caused his lips to part slightly.

“My freedom.”

Raelyn stood up from her chair, laying the bills on the table. Taehyung jumped from his seat, almost knocking the chair over.

“Rae Noona, wait—”

“You’re cute, Taehyung-ssi.” She smiled at him; a genuine one. The same smile he’d seen her giving to her co-workers after they clocked out for the evening, time and time again. “But not cute enough to give up my freedom for.”

Without another word, Raelyn left him in the café alone. There was nothing he could say that would stop her in her tracks. In fact, everything she’d just said stunned him. After a while, he slowly sank back into his chair – staring at the seat she’d once occupied.

And then a slow smile crept over his face.

This just got a lot more interesting, Raelyn Noona…

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[chaoticneutralwriter]

Fic Recs/Writers *updated 09/12/2019

THE LIBRARY IS OPEN DARLING....for some actual reading.

A list of fics/writers I’ve come across that got some of that pretty sweet stuff. And also because I’ve read around too much and can’t remember names or fics to save my life. THE UPDATES MAN!

Warning: Some fics (as will be indicated) are +18/rated M for Mature/take me to church kinda deal

@versigny

I’d say almost all of their stuff is worth a read (whoever your bias may be, they got stories on them), but my personal faves are their vampire au series, some +18 stuff there but majority of the stories are oneshots and drabbles

@honeyedhoseok (I think now @tawnytaehyung)

I’m sure everything they wrote is worth a read from what I’ve read thus far but because of that, I can really only recommend the three fics I actually read.

Series: Besitos (ta!Jimin) rated M for recent developments hoho~

Bruh why is this not reality? Why don’t we get really hot TAs to crush on? It would’ve made my school life hella easier and I’d get that perfect attendance. Jimin is your hottie creative writing TA who you can’t help but crush on (but can anyone blame you) and envious to all, he likes you back too. College au shenanigans, teacher/student dynamic, and dorky wingman ta!Taehyung friend.

Oneshot/drabbles (Crossroad demon!Jimin): Crossroads + Hunted + Captured Part One *NEW + Captured Part Two *NEW

I’d sell my soul to satan if he looks like bs&t!Jimin. You basically make a deal with crossroad demon!Jimin and can’t help but actually grow fond of the supposed devious, soul eating creature of hell.

Series: The Black Book (CEO!Hoseok) rated M

My heart can’t take the drama but it’s still a really good read. CEO!Hoseok may be young and rich but he definitely has some questionable methods of relieving stress, one that you’re all too aware of which makes things super awkward cuz you in love with the man. Does CEO!Hoseok eventually change thanks to you or do old habits die hard and just leave you in a world of hurt? Again if it’s Hoseok he can be the biggest jerkface and I’d still be charmed.

@dovechim

Shorts/Drabbles: the ocean (mermaid!Jimin) + drabble

Because goddammit mermaid!Jimin is cute okay??! (and I love me a good supernatural au of any sort) You’re a ballet dancer going to Busan Arts and stumble upon Jimin chillin’ in the water by the beach. You mistake him as fellow peer but hey he shows up to your class anyways (totally rocks the dance thing) but then as time passes, you find that something is quite...fishy about him.

Series: It’s okay, that’s love (splitpersonality!Jimin)

No not the drama. Okay so a shrink is still involved and that’s played by you and you’ve got water polo player!Jimin who has split personality disorder (he’s scary when he’s angry...) as your patient, except he doesn’t know about this ‘other self’ of his. As if feelings aren’t already making things complicated, imagine accidentally finding yourself rooming with him (along with your other favourite boys).

@hobibliophile

Okay so I might’ve read all of their Jimin stuff and yes. All yes (warning: they’re +18 stuff soooo)

The only other fic I’ve read from them is Ambrosia (M) starring Fallen Angel!Hoseok....I like supernatural au fics alright. Fallen angel or not, Hobi is still super sweet and since this is a series, we don’t know what the reason was and MAJOR CLIFFHANGER!

@jimlingss

Series: Beyond Reach (ghost!Hoseok) ft. Reaper!Namjoon and other ghosties

This shit made me nearly cry five times....FIVE TIMES. I say nearly because I don’t like crying so it took literally all my willpower to not (ended up with a runny nose though). ANGST AS SHIT. Has some triggering stuff involving death so be warned. It’s a good read though....BUT SAD AS HELL (at least it’s completed :’))

One Shot: Head Over Heels to Hell (reverse soulmate!AU, Childhood Friends to Enemies to Lovers! Hoseok x reader)

Oh yes, this was a WILD RIDE. Goddamn it’s like you hate the man but then in the end that shit got me emotional for some reason like djgskh good shit good shit (you have gone through multiple different lives meeting Hoseok, all of which he screws you over somehow but in the end of it all... perhaps things could still work out??)

Series: The Deli Diaries (produce! Jimin x Deli worker!you) fluff, slow-burn

Holy shit this is cute af. It’s so mundane (guess that’s a fair warning??) but just reading the way the relationship develops is just....ahh!!! I want my own cute Jimin who pines after my dumbass TAT

Series: Jungle Park (Workplace Romance AU, Lawyer! Hoseok x New HR Manager!Reader) fluff, slow-burn, slice of life, a little angst **NEW

A long series for those of you who love to read chapter fics! Oh my God this was a thrilling ride of emotions! The pacing is amazing, each chapter you’re hooked on wanting to see more development on the history between these two so it’s worth a read! I love how Hoseok is portrayed here; it’s like a piece of how he would be in real life is put into just another scenario (Also hate how reader is like... relatable in a way where I also majored in HR so...WHERE’S THE OFFICE ROMANCE LIFE TRAIN GONNA HIT ME WITH THAT??)

Three Shot: Magic & Mysteries (Familiar/Hybrid!Jimin x Witch! Reader) fluff, a little angsty, comedy, romance **NEW

A three shot series involving what the title says! Magic! It’s a little adventure tale of our reader who’s a witch struggling to find her place in terms of specialty and overcoming some fears and insecurities with the help of sassy (but secretly cares a lot) Jimin who’s a wizard cursed to be a dog (that looks like Chimmy!) It’s cute and pretty wholesome in my opinion :)

Also an honorable mention from them is the Service Series (it’s fluffier dw) and honestly their other fics are definitely worth a read :D

@7cypher

Oneshot: Devil’s Advocate (devil/demon!Jimin)

Ironic how despite being a devil Jimin is still the sweetest being to exist. Devil!Jimin walks into your life abruptly and worms his way into your heart with his devilishly good looks and sweet charms. It’s hella cute, a slightly angsty ‘defining’ moment that actually had me tearing up a bit??? (I’m a sap for sweet, tender affection like the ones that happened in here okay??) but it all ends well :)

@seokkbuns

I’ve read most of their Hoseok and Jimin stuff but I think all of their fics are worth a read!

@boymeetsweevil

Oneshot: Cover You In Constellations (Hoseok x reader fic)

I’ve read this a while ago but keep coming back to it because oh god this was cute, so domestic and so fluffy like this is the kinda shit I would pull if I had a boyfriend like Hoseok like skdjfskgha. I like the way writer portrays Hoseok because it feels so like what I imagine he would react. Hoseok deserves all the love ;_;

@kittentaegu

Series: My Boss, The Vampire (Vamp!Jimin x reader fic)

Two parts are out so far and I’m loving the premise! New office worker with notoriously hot CEO Park Jimin who has a secret to hide (guess what it is). One day, you find out what it is and so now what?? Things get steamy ;D Also, the title of it is so K-dramaesque and I don’t know! I like the charm it adds to it!

@readyplayerhobi **NEW

Honestly all of their fics are worth a read because they flawlessly combine story building with any kind of genre you can think of. Some are smutty, some of fluffy and some are just downright angsty but you just want to read them all regardless!

@yminie **NEW

Series: Nine-One-One (Detective!Jimin x First Responder! Reader) fluff, angst, romance, old flame au, future smut, and other mature themes!

This is thrilling! In both romantic and story aspects! The base story line is that there’s a serial murderer on the loose who’s been stalking reader and Jimin and his team are on the case about it. They’ve both got romantic history with each other and as old feelings resurfaces, so does the situation as things hit a little too close to home. Obviously with serial murderers involved, there is mentions of death, suicide and well...the warnings there!

A03 Fics

*will be pretty rare on this list; am I the only one who finds it super hard to find good fics on there?

Author: kimtrain

I swear they had a tumblr before since that’s the only reason why I remember them and their fics. Thankfully they’re all there still and all of them are 👌👌👌 Mermaid!Hoseok AU and the Hybrid!AU are my faves.

Fic: Warm Blood by ARMY_BRAT

The one instance where my weakness for supernatural AUs + wanting to read something paid off. MC is an ARMY but also a grim reaper so what happens when BTS shows up on her list, destined to die? Well, she says NOT TODAY but that just throws EVERYTHING out of the loop, leaving her to fix it.

Went into it with a grain of salt (ngl description was...ehh) BUT was pleasantly surprised! Digging the writing style which made MC really likeable so far and the AU strongly reminds me of Goblin: The Lonely God but focusing more on the grim reaper side of things which, personally, I was WAY more interested in even with the drama so yay! :D Glad someone took inspiration from it. Still ongoing and fairly new so dsfajdkas

Fic: Three Pints Full by Valkook **NEW

Woah it’s a vampire/supernatural fic! A little on the mature side because there’s well...blood...a little bit of death mentioned...and smut... BUT a really compelling story! Set mainly as a Cop/Detective! Reader who’s been assigned to solving some mysterious deaths/murders happening in the wild parts Montana joined in with appearances by Hunter/Tracker!Yoongi, Partner!Hoseok and Vampire!Jimin, Jungkook and more!

#fic recs #what i do instead of writing my own fics LOLL #now you know why i hardly update #dw i'll try to get back into it! #please feel free to recommend authors or share your fave stories as well :D #bts scenarios #bts drabbles #bts fics #ao3 #ao3 bts fics #fic rec #bts fic rec

[shytiff]

June Small Wins

1 - ecmocard meeting with ppl from aussie to learn to sort out data. Felt better after the meeting cause i didnt feel like doing anything before. Got two season deli box cake from dapur cokelat for nessa. Videocalled w her and ren.

2 - dr eva chatted and gave things to do. I also need to make intern log for dr retha. I just cant bring myself to start. Finally mustered the courage. Im not the type of person for wfh. At least in this house. Finished reading love or hate. I rly felt like shit at night.

3 - started reading positively yours. Had no will to do anything

4 - some more sending spss work for dr eva. weekdays with no “outside work” rly render me useless in functioning. a vegetable

5 - iluni webinar. Lost my attention during electrolyte and fluid stuff. tried to cook ribeye steak lmao (meat from @/fridaymeatshop). Its too chewy and leathery. But its not too welldone. And at least it tastes good. Went to depok by krl. its quite quick since krl arrived just after im at poris and duri. went ahead of silvi devi. satpam on the lobby wont open the access hhhh (i dont have one. i dunno why. mom said she cant find it although we supposedly have 2). but my mood improved once im upstairs. we prepped a bit of deco. conversed in the dark so not to make racheel suspicious. surprisee. had truffle belly chicken cheese for dinner. the cheese was not to cheesy, its more of a gentle taste. mushroom tastes better. we watched sweet and sour from my mobile data. surprisingly, its not that much of data. slept at like 12-1ish

6 - the electric token went out in the morning. we went for a walk in ui. the PLK man across of st ui forbade us from going in. ugh. but it was rly empty. so we went from barel. its empty on the library. there was a dog that walked along with us. talked a bit in front of the lake. went back. i got 2 moon chicken (the basic flavor and not the wings) and spicy jumeokbap. the jumeokbap was nothing like what i had in korea. like the seaweed’s taste doesnt come out that much, and its not that flavorful/savory. the one in korea its good even by itself. went back to jkt nebeng reza silvi with devi. originally planned to go to flavola, but my head kinda hurts, so i finished my moon chicken at the mushola and asked juan to pick me up. still feel healthy and normal after going and staying out, so i started reading a book abt handwriting analysis lmaoo. fell asleep. tried several attempts to figure out my bpjs number and turns out the best there is to respond is BPJS’ twitter. the problem was solved under 5 mins. 

7 - woke up, fell asleep again. Adita told me that i might be interviewed today for the ipd intern but theres no info. Did the registration stuff for my bpjs. Registered for npwp. Watched bts x na pd

8 - off to RSF. its audit day today. hiks to phonecall follow up work. i did not do anything inaco related, i just sat there and did dr dafsah’s excel. dr vera bought me pecel ayam hehe yay. went to como park to meet up with indah regen. tried ricotta pizza from pizza place (33k). the cheese is cheese but not that typical cheesy (?) coupled with mushroom. i had to add sauce to withstand the last bites (still kinda full). tried other’s as well, pesto and mushroom. pesto had the most taste. while waiting for doggo to arrive, we bought gelato (S: 35k). apparently their special flavor was ricotta lmao. tried green tea (bitter, which i like) and peanut butter + caramel, which makes you feel thirsty. watched the doggos from the sidelines. after maghrib we went to 1/15. ordered ice mocha (50k). the chocolate taste stood out more. not gonna order again lol. the staff initially recommended pandan flavor. took grab to gbk station to go home.

9 - rsf. second audit day. i hate it here lmao. im not even paid for my time here. excused myself to eat. turns out mbak Ai bought hokben. i almost forgot thanking her since i felt hungry with a bit of headache. talked a bit with dr retha regarding changes of assistant (since internship is soon). went back and immediately laid down in bed. mom bought pizza so thats what i ate for dinner. fell asleep (i can feel it. my face will get consequences)

10 - cant bring myself to do anything. i reread painter of the night lmao. seungho is a prick. inhun is also a prick (a greedy one). ate arirang bone marrow. put the egg-seasoning mixture to the pan since im not confident enough to just pour boiling water into the bowl. felt surprisingly full. went to sbux. green tea latte as usual. but turns out tumblr 50% promo only applies to sbux member. so i had to pay 40k for my green tea latte. at least i got to feel good from outside vibes. did some follow up for INACO patients. 

11 - went to rm rsf. Took lots of photos of RM. I was given rujak by the rm staff lmaoo so cute. Didnt do any entry afterwards lmao i just laid down

12 - breakfast is paldo jjajangmen and egg. It tasted like soy. Its good but not in a micin way. Its quite fulfilling. Had some of the beef slices by putting it in a buttered pan (is it pan fried? Grilled? Idk). Had banana and brownies together (makes it rly good). Did a bit of clires work. I drank sbux's caramel macchiato but yall my stomach cant handle it lmao. It hurts so much that i even got a headache. So i just laid down in bed

13 - had arirang again loll. Inserted the egg to the pan still, but quicker this time. Its too salty today. Maybe its not enough water. I was eating it while googling how to remove excess sodium. Ate the rest of beef slices (shared with bros ofc) and mixed some with moms fried rice. Ate banana brownies again. Felt soooo full. Did some clires work accompanied by sbux matcha

14 - i felt like shit this morning. Watched leahs vid. Listened to her podcast while having bfast. I walked from moms car to bougenville while still feeling like shit. It slowly gets better afterwards, thankfully. Did some clires and follow up. Went to gandy steak in dr retha's car (which had anesthesiology textbook inside). Tried aus sirloin steak. The bread tasted ok. The garlic bread also ok. The mashed potato was so so (the one in depok was more creamy and smooth). The steak was good, especially the fat part, the sauce so so. Honestly that depok steak had more value for money compared to this, i think. Nebeng dr rara and husband to busway station. Arrived in ar and i immediately showered, such wow 👏👏

15 - today is no rsf day aka self made wfh day. Moms getting vaccinated today. I just lazed. And read kanej fics

16 - off to rsf. Took care of rm stuff. Tried social affair's croffle since i was so curious (60k [10k tip]). The nutella and cinnamon sugar one. Its crunchy and a bit crumbly inside, but not as fragile as croissant. Its quite fulfilling too. But its basically flour batter variations. (thats what mom would say). randomly chatted racheel and we ended up taking a walk and a bit of jog citra 6 (with my sneakon regular shoes). My left tendon was screaming lol. Picked up by juan who surprisingly effortlessly found the address at night.

17 - mbak aan chatted me today to go to rscm. Met prof murdani at pesc and he gave me ppt assigment for 13:30 THAT DAY. Finished it unsatisfyingly (i wish i couldve done more). Lunch was free bebek bkb yay thankyou Prof c: (he even asked what did i ate) took care of legalisir stuff. Went home by tj. Drank matcha w vsoy and i somehow was not sleepy after maghrib. I also changed my desj layout. Maybe it kinda works to separate my spaces

18 - arrived at rscm at 8-ish. sent updated thibbun nabawi ppt. literature search. and then somehow its 14:30. went to SCI w ara wani rasyid. tried bandeng nyonya, oyster, salmon, cumi lada garam (its crazy good among all the good tasting food wtff), shrimp and pocai telor (veggie stuff). dessert was thailand cassava. spent about 190k. went back by TJ. had wudu at pulomas and prayed ashar on the bus lol. i passed out after playing w my phone lmaoo  

19 - spent almost the whole day just sleeping and eating. finally showered in the afternoon. had matcha vsoy latte after maghrib and with enough day sleeping, i did presentation outline. at like 1/2 am i initially planned to sleep but my eyes still have plenty of watts. so i read hold me tight. slept at like 4/5 am

20 - woke up at 9. off to om dokter’s house to ask for healthy letter. we talked almost the entire time im there lol. before u know it mom and dad’s done talking with grandma. om dokter shared some of his experiences in the past. and he said something about making your choice and living with it, and it will all have a meaning even if you might initially agonize about it. girl i was holding back tears. here he was talking about choices, something i never rly talk about at my house. im getting teary just typing this. he talked about it in a way that sounds simple, even though i agonized abt internship choices and sometimes avoid thinking about it. it rly rly was a new experience. i dont rly talk about “choices” with my parents. so hearing how to go through options in life from a person i can relate to regarding this med stuff is. i feel like i would have loved it if i can hear his wisdom earlier. i dont talk with him much if my parents are around bcs they will just meddle and say stuff that wreck my peace. they dont rly know what im going through but can be very opinionated. this peaceful one on one talk rly made me feel relieved and reassured. and i was today years old when i found out he initially wanted to be a psychiatrist. he would have been a great psychiatrist. i feel like we have some understanding thats left unsaid. like he knows how my parents are like. he would probably understand why i dont talk with him much at AR. after what feels super quick, we went back to AR. registered for STR. searched some literature for the topics that Prof is the moderator of. powered by matcha energy

21 - rscm as usual. the Prof did not come. lunch was bread i brought from home. waited for mom to pick me up at kfc so i bought pukis kfc. its like properly made pukis and not the street seller made ones. the chocolate one was good since the toppings generous. felt a bit feverish? like my body felt warm. fell asleep and then suddenly its 6 am in the morning. 

22 - Prof still did not came. had amart’s ayam penyet jamur for lunch. turns out juan bought ayam geprek gendut for dinner. night time is diarrhea time lmaooooo. did not feel sleepy at AR but i skipped shower again lmao,,,,,,,, and then suddenly its morning again

23 - jajan from sisterfield today. tried their carrot cake and kopi susu gula aren. the carrot cake has that carrot texture. its different. the icing was fresh cream cheese that made the cake taste good. the coffee made my stomach ache a bit. it has that subtle chocolatey taste. fell asleep again. third time’s the charm (of 1x/day face wash). woke up at 3 am planning to sleep but i ended up washing my face. turns out atikah was still awake due to AZ fever.

24 - this is the bestest sleep i had in this week (?) had a dream about going to bandung and the car falling to water. forgot my headset today. can finally meet prof Mur. talked abt inaco stuff w agassi. reread komugi meruem lmaoo. felll asleep. somehow had the misfortune of hearing dad’s hurtful words to mom. i want to fall asleep again but its difficuly. i went through stages of pent up anger, some sort of selfishness (i will go out from jakarta for internship), amazement to mom, and... (continue 2moro)

25 - lunch was dori rice from kanprim thanks to rasyid’s jastip. watched bts’ butter norebang lolll :(((. arrived at AR the fastest ive been. mom came to me right before maghrib and  summed some stuff dad said yesterday. she handled it in a trivial way. like she was unaffected. and that somehow helped me too. stuck around in the dining room for a while after maghrib. talked about internship w mom. i left some chance for dad to yap yap abt whatever related to internship (thankfully songs were full volume through my wireless headset) while im inhaling through my matcha latte. i wont write what he said bcs its lowkey super embarrassing. thank the gods for wireless speakers. 

26 - did not do anything productive today. Had arirang salted egg for bfast (wont repurchase). Had the meat cubes i bought online and its rly good. Ran with racil at citra 6. The tendon in my left feet hurt lol. Gmeet with ara et al to discuss internship review

27 - lazed. Wanted to start my day early but couldnt bring myself to. Binge watched twoset videos. Did clires stuff. 1 more RM to wait from IRMIK. No gastro intern work this weekend aaaa im starting to panic.

28 - juan came along otw to rscm. Talked about iship otw. brought tons of stuff to eat, including matcha latte, but i was unable to finish it lol. Discussed research budgeting w Prof. Didnt do anything in home. Starting to panic with my ppt progress.

29 - discussed budgeting revision. Prof thought abt little details i didnt even consider. Didnt do anything while at ar anjengggg

30 - prof did not come to dept today. Listemed to agassi rambling abt intern stuff. Immediately opened my laptop in ar. Watched two set. Played marapets lmaooo i finally managed to gather 3 au for shop pricer. But still didnot wash my face 👁️👄🤦‍♀️ maybe bcs i hate doing what people tells me to do (re: shower due to covid scare). Had a nightmare abt being in a car ride alone w dad and it was rly rly awkward

[wherethewildjinsare]

Raising Spirits

A BTS ghost AU one-shot. I wanted to have this done in time for Halloween, but life happened instead. So here it is now, nice and late! Enjoy! Word Count: 6,554

“Look, look, that one looks malleable!”

“Holy shit.”

“Don’t take the name of shit in vain, Yoongi,” Taehyung says.

“Shut up, don’t say the living look ‘malleable,’ it’s creepy enough what we’re doing right now.”

The seven boys walk down the early evening streets of Seoul, the night lights shining through and around them, making them, somehow, harder to see. If anyone could see them, that is.

“So don’t do it, just go home,” Tae rebutts.

“My need for alcohol outstrips my desire to not possess a human being. There are worse things.”

“You mean like being dead?” Jin pipes in from the front, where he has charged forward. It had been long enough and he figures he should be used to it by now, as they all should.

“Let’s just do it, the party starts in two hours and we haven’t even started pre-gaming y--” Taehyung is interrupted by Jungkook and Hobi, both of whom have rushed forward with a deafening battle cry. The other boys follow, Namjoon and Jimin the only two walking while the rest sprint to join the other two.

They all stop abruptly, surrounding you as you walk apprehensively, clutching your bag tightly, made uneasy by the late hour as you makes your way home. They circle you, inspecting as you walk..

“I don’t know, she might not actually be possessable, now that I see her up close,” Jin says, getting close to your face and walking backwards.

“Doesn’t hurt to try,” Tae quips. “As far as I know, anyway.”

“We could just not do this,” Namjoon says.

“Yeah, it’s not right to violate another human being like that,” Jimin agrees. “I don’t think we sh--”

Taehyung smiles before Jimin can finish, a sure sign of what’s to come. He reaches forward, about to put his hand on -- or through -- you when you shriek, causing all of them to jump back.

“Don’t touch me!”

“Holy…” Tae yelps. His face is aghast, possibly more horrified than your own face as you shiver in their midst.

“Don’t...d-don’t touch me,” you repeat, less confident now but your brows quivering with resolution.

“Alright, don’t worry, we won’t,” Namjoon says softly, approaching you now with his hands up. Jimin smiles gently behind him, the other boys stepping back to make room for the two peacemakers. He stops within a few feet as you begin to backup.

“You can see us?” he asks.

You nod.

“Why’d you pretend you couldn’t see us then,” Tae says, accusingly. “It’s kinda rude not to respond when people call to you.”

“Yeah, we just want to possess you, that’s not rude at all,” Yoongi mutters to himself. Tae definitely hears but ignores him.

“But really, how can you see us?” Jin brings it back to focus.

“I can...see ghosts,” you say, still hiding behind your bag. “I ignored you because I don’t like to acknowledge the dead. Dead people are needy and I’m one person. It’s dangerous for the living, even when they can’t see ghosts. If you know I can see and hear you, you just take advantage.”

“Well that’s not very fair, you don’t even know us!” J-Hope may be offended. It’s hard to tell.

You're still shivering, partly because of the chill and partly because, well,you’re surrounded by seven ghosts. Not an especially comforting event when you’re trying to get home from work.

“Leave me alone,” you say, louder and stronger. “Now.”

“But don’t you see?” Tae’s smile erupts on his face. “This is perfect! We don’t have to possess anyone, she can just help us. That’ll satisfy even you Namjoon.”

“It’s true, it’s a win-win,” Yoongi nods, eyeing the flickering lights of a noodle shop nearby.

“N-no, you’re wrong,” you interrupt. “It’s a l-lose for me, I want to go home by myself and watch TV and go to sleep in peace.”

“That’s hardly living,” J-Hope laughs. “Believe me, we would know.”

“Leave me alone.” You start to walk away.

“Look, you help us and we’ll be out of your hair in 15 minutes,” Yoongi reasons. “Plus, if you don’t help us, we’ll just possess someone. You’re just gonna let us walk around doing that?”

You stop, hug your bag tighter as you think. And you sigh.

“Alright,” you groan. “Come on, I...I know a good place.”

You walk to the left, and the boys practically skip after you. Tae is almost floating. In fact, for a few seconds, he does float.

“Good place?” he quizzes. “Like really good alcohol?”

You hesitate and nod, but you don’t pause or slow your pace.

“Oooh yess,” he rubs his hands together.

The boys jump around you as you trudge through the narrow roadways. You turn left, right, right, straight for aways, then left and, finally, you stop right in front of a low-set, one-story building between a liquor store and a deli.

A wooden wind chime clanks against the yellow bricks of the wall, and you open the peeling black painted door, which jingles lightly. You close the door behind you, right in Jin’s face.

“Rude,” he says.

Yoongi rolls his eyes at him and goes through the door, the others following suit. On the other side, their ghostly senses are struck with the smell of something burning.

“Ugh, that smells awful,” Jungkook covers his nose.

“Incense,” Namjoon mutters. He looks around, takes in the red walls, the emblems and charms on the walls, the black curtains over the window which is just barely cracked open. THe incense is overpowering.

“What’s the matter?” you ask. “The alcohol is right through here.” You gesture toward a long black curtain covering a doorway on the far end of the room.

“It’s the incense,” Tae coughs.

“It smells good to me,” you shrug.

The curtain flutters and shifts. A footstep sounds.

“Guys, run,” Namjoon says, his voice deep and trembling. “Now!”

The curtain flies back as the boys respond to their leader. A young woman in satin white with large, ornate hair flies into the room, the sound of the bells on her belt accompanying her entrance.

“Holy shit, a shaman!” Tae screams, running at the door. But instead of going through it, he hits it with a resounding bang and falls back.

“What the hell!” J-Hope shrieks. He claws at the door, Jungkook and a recovered Tae joining him. Jimin grabs Tae by the shoulder and points to a card on the wall decorated in foreign symbols painted in red ink.

“No use,” he says, shaking his head.

“The window, c’mon,” Namjoon yells, and the boys follow him, becoming wisps and flying through the cracked open window.

The shaman starts.

“Dammit, are they gone?” I can feel it, they’re gone, right? The whole lot of em?”

You nod, relaxing your shoulders and letting your bag down gently to the floor at your feet.

“It’s okay Jacinda, thanks for scaring them off.”

“Damn, seven at once would have made me famous, man.” Jacinda flings her arms backwards, whooshing her long oversized sleeves out of the way, and plops down on a floor pillow at the low table in the middle of the room.

“Want some tea, y/n?” It’s really more of a statement than a question. You nod, again, and ease yourself to the pillow across from Jacinda, letting out a weak sigh as the weight of the day sinks into the plush of the cushion.

“You’ve got to learn to be more forceful with loser ghosts,” Jacinda lectures. “I thought you were ignoring them?”

“I was,” you say. “But it’s...hard sometimes.”

“Then you gotta get more assertive.”

“They were going to possess me, or someone else if not me.”

Jacinda blinks.

“Seriously?” She stands forcefully, all thoughts of tea forgotten. “You should have told me earlier, son of a bitch.”

“Can we just…”

“No!” Jacinda wheels on you. “Now they’re free to go off and possess someone else! Some ignorant sap who doesn’t know what’s about to happen to them. I’ve gotta get those punks under control, exorcise them or whatever. Come, or don’t.” She grabs a paper fan from the shelf on the wall and runs out the door, her bells the last thing you hear before the door slams shut.

You groan. All you wanted to do was go home and relax in bed. Afterall, tomorrow you’d be on edge once the sun goes down, either waiting for the next trick-or-treater from the building to knock on your door or for some drunken ghosts to bother you. Or worse, a non-drunk ghost who just wants to cause you trouble. Most night of the year it’s bearable, but on Halloween the dead get especially lively, sometimes coming to your room at night. Last year, the man without a face…

You shake your head, getting the image out of your head. You stand, grab your back, and leave.

There is no sign of Jacinda outside, neither by sight nor sound (no bells tinkling or battle cry shrieks). Might as well go home, you think, pretending you’re not tickled pink by this idea.

But just as you’re about to take a step, something stops you.

“That was a dirty trick,” a voice from somewhere above sounds. You look up and groan for the hundredth time that night upon sighting the seven heads peeping down at you from the building’s roof.

“Just leave me alone,” you say, remembering Jacinda’s words. “And don’t possess anyone, don’t even try or...or I’ll...or else.”

“We have a deal,” Suga states.

“We do? Really? You’ll leave me alone?” You can’t believe that worked.

“Yeah...wait, no, we made a deal earlier, you said you would help us and we said, after that, we’d leave you alone.”

“Yeah, do you not like us or something?” Jin speaks now. “I mean, I know at least one of us is gorgeous, the others aren’t bad to look at, so what’s the problem.”

“The problem is, I want to go home, and you’re dead.”

Silence comes from the roof, and you have the sneaking suspicion you hit a nerve.

“Wow, no need to get so personal, we know we’re dead,” J-Hope says.

“Truth is,” Namjoon says, floating down from the roof to meet you on the ground, “sometimes it’s, pardon the phrase, hard to live with the fact that we’re dead. You can see the world of warmth you used to be a part of but you’re separate from it. Parties like the one tonight, they help us forget. It’s less about the liquor and more about, I don’t know, trying to feel alive again, warm, purposeful, not hopeless. Like we are dead for something, not just eternal separation. And please don’t feel bad or anything, it’s just the way it is. It’s not your fault. We’re sorry, we’ll leave you alone if you really want, we just thought you really could help us find what we’re looking for.”

The other six boys float down to join Namjoon on the sidewalk. Tae and Jungkook do their best impression of a wounded puppy while Jimin looks on apologetically and J-Hope smiles hopefully.

Your gaze softens.

“Fine, let’s go, for real this time.”

“Yes!” Tae’s sad looks immediately go away as he bounces around you, and J-Hope goes to hug you before remembering he can’t, so instead he joins Tae in jumping around.

“Let’s go, before I lose my entire evening,” you mutter.

You’re about to set off when Jimin halts everyone.

“Wait,” he whispers, sending shivers up and down your spine. He points to the alley a few yards away, between the building housing the shaman’s office and the one next to it. THis alley is not is not like the others. This alley emanates thick, still darkness. Like the alley has simply never been there, or anything else. Just a black space where an alley should have been.

“What is…” you breathe. But then you see him, there in the darker than dark. The man without a face. Your throat seizes and you clutch your bag as you back up slowly, passing right through Jin’s chest until you’re on the other side of him.

“Woah, what…” he begins. He looks where you’re staring. “Oh this guy. What a killjoy.”

“Some people can’t take a hint,” Yoongi says to the group. He turns and walks past you and down the street, not looking back at the shadow man. You turn and flow Yoongi with short, quick steps straight away, the others following soon after.

“He’ll come after us, won’t he?” You bite your lip, looking at Yoongi nervously.

“He’s been following us for a while,” he says. “Since last year, I think.”

“What does he want,” you ask, thinking of your encounter last year. All night, in the darkest shadows of the far corner of the bedroom by the door.

He shrugs. “We just don’t go in the shadows. And we avoid the dark parts, even when we don’t see him, just in case.”

You stop asking questions but turn around to look. THe deep dark slowly fades as you walk away, turning to the normal shadow of an alley as you turn the corner.

“Now don’t talk to me for a bit,” you say. “We’re getting into an area with people.”

“We’re not idiots,” Tae says.

“Not always,” Jin adds.

They do, in fact, shut up when the people come into view in the more populated downtown area. It isn’t too crowded for a Halloween eve night, but soon you begin to notice people who are a bit off amongst the regular residents. They are the ones who look at you, walk a little slower against the flow in either direction.

They’re out full force tonight, you think. You try to keep you gaze on the ground as you walk, tripping over your feet and almost bumping into someone.

“Sorry,” you mutter, but as you look up at them, you catch their eye. It’s not a living person.

Shit, you think. You rip your eyes away, casting them back onto the ground but it’s too late. You hear a raspy breath as the dead draws nearer.

“You can see me. You can hear me,” she says. “Tell my son he needs to get married, please, to make me happy. I’m so worried about him. Can you please just do this one thing, please. And my daughter, please. In America. Please, the phone number.”

You walk faster, biting your lip.

“Please, I died, there was so much blood, look.”

You breathe heavily as sweat prickles at your neck and temples. You don’t want to look. You don’t want to see.

“Beat it, would you? We’re busy.”

A deep voice, Yoongi’s, breaks through the agony.

“So many party poopers out tonight,” Jin says from next to you. He has come up beside you, between you and the woman.

“But please…”

“Go bother someone else, seriously, she doesn’t want to hear it,” J-Hope offers now, on her other side. Jungkook is now in front of you, walking just ahead. The rest of the boys form up behind you, effectively blocking the woman, and any other ghosts for that matter, from getting too close.

The boys whoop and yell, making jokes and laughing. They are breaking their promise of silence but they are also keeping all the other ghosts from bothering you. Your heart feels light, a nice change, but you refuse to let the smile tempting your mouth to break free. They’re still a nuisance, being ghosts themselves. Despite that, it seems like just seconds before you reach your destination: the liquor store.

It has the best selection in the area, or that’s been your experience anyway. You open the door and walk into the large store. The wine is on one side and the spirits and beers are on the other.

“So...what exactly am I looking for?” you whisper, not willing to look crazy in front of the people milling about.

“Take out your cell phone and pretend you’re talking to someone,” Namjoon says. “You won’t have to worry about talking to us that way.”

You follow his instructions, removing the phone from your back pocket and putting it up to your ear as you wander further inside, the boys following closely.

“What do you want?”

“See, we don’t want any regular alcohol,” Tae says. “The very best, our absolute favorite…”

“Your absolute favorite,” Jimin corrects.

“Our absolute favorite, Pincer Vodka.”

“Pincer Vodka,” you say, your jaw dropping. “That’s like 88 percent alcohol!”

“Exactly,” Tae says. “When you’re alive, it gets you drunk, gives you a hangover, all that stuff, and it’s so bad for your liver...kidneys...liver?”

“Both, continue,” Yoongi offers.

“Yeah, but when you’re dead, you just get to enjoy the burn, like your breathing fire air, it’s awesome. No consequences.”

You try to forget that Pincer Vodka was the same vodka that you got horribly sick on once and never touched vodka again after that. You even threw up in a cup to keep from getting it on the floor. Someone at the party called it the classiest thing they’d ever seen. That made you feel better at the time, though you’re now not sure if it should have.

“Okay, I guess we’re looking for Pincer Vodka,” you wince.

The boys scatter in all directions. Taehyung looks over a woman’s shoulder and reads the label of the wine bottle she’s holding. Jin sticks his head through the fridge door. Yoongi and Jungkook emerge from the back room empty handed, and Jimin, J-Hope and Namjoon search the shelves themselves. You decide to do the only thing they can’t and approach the bearded man at the register.

“Excuse me,” you say quietly. He doesn’t notice you. “Excuse me,” you say louder.

He looks up from his phone.

“Oh, sorry,” he mutters, not really very sorry about anything in particular. “Can I help you?”

“Do you have, uh, the Pincer Vodka?”

“Pincer?” He repeats. “Pincer, that name. Heard that a lot tonight. Is there some crazy party going on I don’t know about? What?”

You open your mouth but nothing comes out, so you settle for a shrug.

“We don’t have it,” he finally says. “Been sold out since yesterday.”

“Oh.” Well that figures. “Do you know anywhere that might have it?”

“If everyone else is looking for it, then no one in this town is going to have Pincer Vodka. Crazy. You know that stuff is 88 percent alcohol? You’re not that big of a person, I hope you’re not planning on drinking that alone.”

“Oh, no no, it’s not…”

Taehyung breathes on your neck at that moment. You squeak.

“You alright?” the man at the register asks, looking at you suspiciously.

“Yes, sorry, thank you.”

You wheel around and skitter out of the liquor store.

“Taehyung,” you say. It was originally meant to be a yell but you couldn’t bring yourself to raise your voice that high. “Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

He has, of course, floated through the doors after you, along with Namjoon, Jimin and Jin.

“Sorry,” he says, not sorry at all. “What’d he say?”

“He says they’re out. And he says that most places here will probably be out. You’re not the only ones trying to get it, I guess.”

“Told you we should have gotten some like a week ago!” Tae yells at Jungkook, who joined them at some point. He shrugs. Yoongi and J-Hope wander out a second later.

“We might as well try a few more places,” Namjoon says. “No harm in trying. Worse comes to worse, we go without. Come on.”

Tae and J-Hope moan but follow the leader as they turn down the street.

The evening has become a blur of tired eyes and sore feet for you. Seven visits to seven liquor stores and even a corner deli have proven fruitless. The Pincer seems out of reach.

“Can’t you drink something else?” you moan finally, sinking down onto a deserted step on the stoop of an old apartment building.

“No!” Tae cries. Half the group moans. “There’s no point if it’s not Pincer.”

“Look, just because you never got to have it when you were alive…” Yoongi starts.

“You’re wrong!”

Everyone looks at him.

“I did drink it when I was alive,” he starts. The youthful optimism he’s shown all night is gone, replaced by anger. “It was the last thing I ever drank. Pincer killed me.”

“Damnit, that’s the stupidest thing I ever…” Yoongi is cut off by J-Hope.

“Oh shit, I remember now,” he says. “Damnit, Tae! We all had Pincer that night. It wasn’t just you!”

“But you weren’t the one driving the car!” He’s crying now. “It’s my fault we’re like this!”

You feel like you’re listening to something you shouldn’t be hearing and didn’t want to hear.

Namjoon approaches Tae. “You’ve felt like this all this time?”

He nods, wiping his eye with his sleeve.

“Tae, we all drank that night, we were all being irresponsible. We were distracting you when you were already trying to drive like that. And you weren’t even going to drink. You were pressured into it. It’s all of our faults, and we all share the blame, even if some of us forgot…”

“I didn’t remember at first, but I remembered with the anniversary.”

“Yeah, me too,” Jin added.

“It’s the past,” Namjoon says. “It was stupid, and it cost us, but we’re together, even if it’s like this. We take responsibility, and we hope others learn.”

“But my mom, my dad,” Tae whimpers.

“They have to move on too. Just like us.”

Suddenly, this mission makes more sense to you.

“So,” you breathe, feeling awkward about interrupting the scene. “The Pincer isn’t just about drinking Pincer, right? It’s about facing the thing that you associate with...well...you know.”

Tae nods again, and Tae pats his shoulder.

“Alright,” you say, standing and dusting off your knees. “Let’s go. There’s one more place we can try.”

“Alright!” J-Hope croons. He runs up and grabs Taehyung around the neck. Tae is soon in much better spirits, and the group follows you as you lead them to a dingy corner store about six blocks away. As you approach, you’re dismayed to see the “closed” sign in the window with “permanently” written sloppily in black sharpie underneath.

“I’m, uh, sorry guys, it looks like…”

“Closed!” Tae runs to the store’s gritty window. Jungkook does one better and passes right through the door.

“I’ll help him look,” Jin offers, rushing off after him.

“I doubt they’ll find anything in there,” you say, pressing your face against the window.. “I’m not sure how long they’ve been closed, but unless they left everything in the back rooms, there’s nothing left, looks like.”

“It’s okay,” Namjoon says. “We appreciate the effort.”

You smile, and he smiles back.

“You guys aren’t so bad, I guess,” you say quietly.

“Ha!” J-Hope yells. “You heard that, boys. We’re not so bad.”

“We already knew that,” Yoongi deadpans, though Tae seems just as thrilled as J-Hope. The two clap their arms over each other’s shoulders and swing around.

“So what now?” you ask. You feel a little sadness make its way into the pit of your stomach.

Jungkook and Jin re-emerge empty-handed.

“Well, we…”

Namjoon is cut off abruptly by a shrill battle cry as Jacinda, eyes on fire and white dress slightly dirty, hurls herself out of the adjacent alleyway at the group.

“I know they’re here!” she cries. “Just try to get away now.”

“Don’t mind if we do,” J-Hope says, propelling his body down the street, back where they’d come. But he doesn’t move. “Wait, what?”

He pulls against his feet, but they’re rooted to the spot. The other boys are equally unsuccessful in their attempts to move from where they stand.

“What gives!” Jungkook cries, wrapping his hands around his right ankle and pulling.

Jacinda holds up a regular-looking playing card. Except this one has a poorly formed circle with three lines through it drawn in red paint, possibly marker.

“I’m always prepared,” she drawls.

“Except for the last time,” you mutter. Jacinda takes off her house slipper and throws it at you. It lands harmlessly by your leg.

“Now, all I have to do is…”

“It’s okay, Jacinda, I overreacted, we’re fine,” you say. “Thank you, but it’s okay, we’re just…”

“They possessed you didn’t they?” she gasps. “No Y/N! I’ll avenge you! Get out of her body!”

Jacinda opens the fan she took from her office earlier and opens it. It looks harmless to you, but Namjoon curses under his breath.

“That’s right, this fan will blow you all to the four corners of the earth. Ghosts without roots...aka all ghosts...float far with the wind!” Jacinda is about to take a step forward when a darkness takes over the area. You didn’t notice before, but you think it must have been creeping into the area this whole time, and now it has suddenly overtaken the deserted and narrow street.

“Oh, shit, now?” J-Hope moans.

“He has the worst timing,” Namjoon says. “Leave us alone, come on.”

You realize immediately who, or what, they mean. Sure enough, the man without a face creeps out of the alley that Jacinda just attacked them from. He looms over Jacinda, who is frozen in horror as she looks up at the empty space where his face should be. Faceless lifts his arm, and the fan goes flying. Jacinda lets loose a scream and runs for her life, down the street and out of sight.

You can't move. The man with no face is here. You'd dreaded the night because of him, and now here he is once again. And you can't move. He doesn't take notice of you as he floats toward Jungkook, the closest of the boys. For the first time that evening, your companions look scared.

In that moment, your fear turns to anger. You’re tired. So tired you can’t stand it. Physically, yes, of course you’re tired, but this is different. You’re tired in your mind, tired of feeling pushed around by beings that can’t even touch you. Tired of being scared. Tired of feeling at odds with the world just because you can see more of it than other people. Tired of feeling separate. So tired and sick of it that you find yourself standing up, picking up the shoe Jacinda had thrown at you and lobbing it as hard as you can in the general direction of the man without a face with a loud “hey!” The shoe goes right through his dark space for a face.

“Leave us alone!” you cry. The man stops his advance toward Jungkook and turns in your direction. You pay no attention to the stab of fear that digs into the back of your mind.

“And don’t bother me tomorrow, you hear? I don’t need a weirdo without a face hanging out in my room, scaring me half to death and keeping me from sleep. You jerks, you’re all the same. Just because you’re having a bad time doesn’t mean you can make my life hard, I’m a person! I deserve peace and privacy. Just because I can see you doesn’t mean I want to be your friend and doesn’t mean I have to help any dead person with a sob story or any living person with a guilty conscience! And that goes for you guys too!” You turn on the boys who do their best attempt at innocent expressions. “So from now on, give me some space, let me breathe! I’m tired of being used by everyone, alive or not!”

You’re done, you think. You sit back down and breathe heavily. Wow, when was the last time you yelled like that? Your throat kind of hurts a little, but you feel good, like a huge weight has been lifted, at least momentarily.

The man without a face steps forward, bringing your attention back to the stab of fear in the back of your brain, and you stiffen along with your companions. The man reaches up, and you brace for the worst. Instead of doing...whatever it is you thought he was going to do...he pulls down a dark scarf that had been covering his face underneath the hat on his head. Under the scarf is a round face with close-set eyes. A completely harmless looking person...albeit a dead one.

“I know I’m a little awkward, but weirdo is a little harsh,” he says sadly. “And I can’t feel anything but I still have feelings, the shoe was unnecessary.”

You blink. The boys blink. “W-what?” you mumble.

“I just...want someone to hang out with,” he says. “You guys have a great group thing going on,” he adds, gesturing to the boys, who still can’t move. “I’ve never seen that in ghosts before and you seem halfway happy. So cool. I wanted to be a part of that.”

“Dude, why the shadow act,” Jungkook says from his spot.

He shrugs. “Shy, I guess.” He turns to you again. “Sorry for last Halloween, I was feeling bad and was drawn to your apartment. Just lonely, sorry.”

You shrug and walk behind him, picking up Jacinda’s shoe and putting it in your pocket.

“Oh.” He reaches under his dark coat and brings out two bottles of something clear. “I’ve been wanting to you. I got them earlier this year and I heard you were looking for it. I was hoping you’d let me hang out with you if I brought them but...here.” He holds out one of the bottles to no one in particular. Tae tries to move forward but is rooted to the spot. So you take the bottle of Pincer vodka from him instead.

“Thank you,” Tae says, clearly touched. “What’s your name?”

“Bang Si-hyuk. Sorry about the face thing, I’m just always cold.”

At that moment, you spot the charm Jacinda had flashed at them earlier on the ground. You walk over and pick it up, turning the card around between your fingers before you tear it right in two. You let the pieces fall back to the ground, and the boys all groan and stretch. J-Hope jogs in a circle.

“So good to move again!” he shouts on the third lap.

Tae is busy trying to get the bottle of vodka open.

“How are you picking that up, by the way,” you ask.

“We can hold stuff, it’s just selective, takes concentration,” Namjoon says, approaching Tae to help. He waves the leader off and goes back to his attempts. Finally, he unscrews the top and holds it up to his nostrils.

“Wow, it’s so strong I can smell it with my afterlife nostrils,” he breathes. You wrinkles your nose at the phrase “afterlife nostrils” but watch as he takes a sip.

“Ah, that’s...that’s amazing,” he says. “It’s like, wow. I can’t describe it.”

He passes it around to everyone, including Si-hyuk. To your surprise, Tae brings it to you last of all.

“Oh no, that’s okay.”

“Please? You helped us so much tonight and we really had so much fun with you. You’re one of us.” He looks at you pleadingly, and you sigh. You don’t know how tonight would qualify as fun, but you take the bottle and bring it to your mouth, letting the liquid fire coat your throat and make its way down. You cough, handing the bottle back to Tae, who’s got the widest, rectangle smile on his face.

“That’s the first vodka I’ve had in a long time,” you splutter.

“Yeah? Good, eh?” Jin laughs. “You like it, I can tell.”

“Sure, we’ll go with that.” You pull a bottle of water out of your backpack and take three large mouthfuls while the boys continue to chug the vodka like its soda.

“Y/N, you have to come with us,” Tae says.

“Where?”

“To the party!” The other boys agree, murmuring their approval. Si-hyuk agrees too before he remembers he’s not officially a part of the group.

“You too,” Jimin says, smiling at the newcomer. Yoongi rolls his eyes but doesn’t disagree.

“But I…” you start to protest. Their eager faces sway you. “Fine, just for a minute, but then I’m going home.”

“Deal!” Tae yells, practically dancing as he leads the way.

Your group pauses outside a closed mall. It’s scheduled for demolition next week, according to the large construction sign on the gate around the abandoned parking lot. The fence itself the boys completely ignore as they pass through it. Tae and Namjoon double back and focus their joint efforts on the gate. They manage to get the lock off together, though you’re not entirely sure how. You enter through the newly made opening. The door to the mall itself is already standing open, inviting you into the large, dark atrium. The lights to the Forever21 sign across the way from the entrance are the only ones on, guiding you to what you’re sure is the weirdest Halloween party you’ll ever attend. The boys run ahead with whoops and yells. Si-hyuk tries to blend in, running after them. But he gets winded halfway there and settles for walking and pumping his fist in the air. Tae and Jungkook come back and walk him to the door, their arms around his shoulder.

You’re the last to enter the Forever21. “Wow,” you say to yourself as you survey the area. The store is humming with conversation from all corners of the two-story space. Floating blue lights line the balcony separating the first floor from the second, and a few ghostly groups are floating as well, having discussions in the air. It’s just common sense, considering the floor space itself is so crowded. It’s the liveliest bunch of dead people you’ve ever seen. You spot the two empty bottles of Pincer in the trashcan near the door. Their previous owners are running around the room, followed by Si-hyuk, who keeps passing through other ghosts and apologizing for his rudeness as he struggles to keep up.

Up on the second floor you hear a bumping bass, and you realize there’s a concert going on up there. There are musicians in the afterlife? The boys are making their way up the stairs, and you figure they’ll be occupied with whatever group is playing for a good while. This is your chance to make your escape, and you take it. As you pass through the chain-link fence, you look back at the mall and feel a pang of something. Maybe you’ll miss them a little.

At long last, you climb the last stair to your apartment door and press the door-code. The lock beeps happily and you gratefully find yourself through the door and in your tiny entryway.

“Jacinda, I’m home,” you call out, sliding off your shoes and setting your bag down by the small hall table by the bathroom.

“Ugh, what a night, I’m so angry,” Jacinda moans, coming out from the back hall where the bedrooms are. “Those punks. And that guy! Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you say, walking up toward the couch and plopping yourself down. You sink into the cushions and sigh contentedly. “You could see him?”

“I just saw a bunch of darkness and a figure, but not the details,” she said. “He didn’t...follow you here did he?”

“Nope, he ended up being okay.”

“Good, cuz I definitely would have struck the fear of me in him if he had just tried to do it,” she said.

“Nice recovery. I’m sure you would.”

“Don’t mock me. I’m going in my room and I’m not coming out unless there’s a fire. I have some shows to catch up on.”

“Oh,” you say, reaching into your jacket pocket. “Here.”

“My shoe! Bless your soul, oh, I missed you.” Jacinda sweeps up the slipper in her hands and tenderly coddles it as she walks back to her bedroom, muttering encouragements to the footwear the whole way.

You hear the door shut and sigh again. She was right about one thing. It had been quite a night. You feel sad in a way that it’s over. You felt more comfortable than you remember feeling in a long time with them. They were so carefree for ghosts, not always complaining, not making you feel bad for being alive. In fact, there were times you forgot they were dead themselves. You chuckle and turn on the TV, but before you know it, you’ve drifted off in a light sleep.

“Ouch, idiot.”

“How can you feel pain, you’re a freaking ghost.”

“Doesn’t matter, I can tell that would’ve hurt, jerk.”

Yoongi? Tae? You open your eyes to a dark room, the TV still on, but the sound muted. As your eyes adjust, you see a group of people in the entryway of your home. Seven people.

“What the…” You sit upright, rubbing the drool from your chin.

“Don’t worry, it’s just us,” Jin says.

“Don’t worry, but...what are you guys doing here?”

“We missed you,” Tae said, bounding over to you on the couch and sitting down next to you.

“Missed me, I don’t...what happened to the party?” “It was, oh man, it was awesome,” Tae leans back and opens his arms wide, collapsing against the couch and letting his arms swing down onto the back of it. You wonder if he’s really sitting on the couch or is floating just above it. Can ghosts sit?

“Yeah, it was sweet, Jimin and I got our dance on for the first time in forever,” J-Hope says, demonstrating his moves on your living room carpet. Jimin laughs in embarrassment and covers his face.

“But we got tired of that place and wanted somewhere else to go and couldn’t find you, so we just kept talking about you and then decided to try and find you,” Tae continued.

“How’d you find me? And where’s Si-hyuk?”

“Oh he’s fine, he had such a good time. He found a group to hang with,” Namjoon offers. “Jeong Wook, Min-Suk, other people I can’t remember the names of. More his age, frankly. We’ll see him around, I’m sure.”

“Found you pretty easily. You give off a feel,” Yoongi says.

You know.

“If we didn’t know who you were we might not have been able to find you, but we spent enough time with you to kinda get a sense for where the source of that vibe was, if that makes sense,” Namjoon adds.

“I guess.” You lean back in the couch. “So what now, you’re just going to haunt me for the rest of my life?”

“No, of course not,” Jin says.

“That’d be pretty rude,” Jimin adds.

“We just wanted to...I don’t know...hang out every now and again?” Tae goes awkward for the first time that night. “Maybe crash here tonight or a few days or…We’d leave whenever you want, we just…”

“We missed you,” Jungkook offers, helping him finish.  

“Yeah,” Tae shouts brightly. “So how ‘bout it?”

You look from face to face, and you smile. It wouldn’t be so bad for a little bit.

“Sure,” you say. “Just try not to get in my roommate’s way.”

Hey look, you got to the end! Thanks for that. Hope you enjoyed this super fluffy piece about death. Slightly experimental for me. Let me know what you thought in the comments or shoot me a message! I like hearing from you guys.

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[yoongiandchiminie]

BTS Supermarket! AU

Jin // Assistant Store Manager

Jin was simply used to cleaning up mistakes. On top of running the stocking part of the store, he was the head of the grocers as well. His favorite past time happened to be the on the hour dot rule he enforced that someone had to tell a joke over the loudspeaker. If they didn’t, he would and his Dad jokes happened to be the worst. He picked one a day to just repeat over and over to everyone in his presence, even going as far to post it on snapchat and instagram as well.

Despite that, he was very good at his job. He had a way with customers and was very good when it came to stocking and such. He was even better at the worst part of his job, which was keeping his manager Namjoon away from grocery.

Yoongi \\ Deli Manager

Deli was easily the most rambunctious department in Bangtan By Nature… Easily. They were always loud and full of fun. On top of the love they all had for each other, they were the most hardworking department and on top of that, the busiest. Yoongi really had his hands full at all times with constant calls, packing food, cooking food, preparing food, and just dealing with annoying customers. The department was simply full of inside jokes.

Min Yoongi was hardworking and dedicated to his job, despite the amount of bullshit he was dealing with in his personal life at the moment. His high school sweetheart turned wife had cheated on him, leaving him alone with their two sons and the ever lovable Min Holly. He was handling it well and being one of the most loved and talkative people at his store, nobody had a clue what was going on beyond the scenes.

Hoseok // Nutrition & Floral Manager

The floral arrangements Hoseok made were the most talked about in the store, along with the weird products he would order for his department. The makeup he’d order was really the zinger. It was some weird healthy makeup and none of the managers believed it, but the customers ate it up. His favorite products had to be the hair dye. He doubted it truly worked, but he got such great reviews from them.

He was the light of the store when it came down to it. Everyone loved to be in his presence and have a conversation with him. He was even used as a cashier and sadly it pulled him away from his department a good amount of the time. He loved what he did and could spend hours arranging his flowers to the perfect specimen. Hoseok was their sunshine.

Namjoon \\ Store Manager

When you're a manager at a supermarket, you're supposed to help wherever you can. If you don't have paperwork or meetings, you help if a department is super busy, but normally you work in grocery. Stocking, checking dates, and even helping customers. Then there was Kim Namjoon. The God of Destruction. They wouldn't even let him near anything that could crumble or break. His assistant manager always tried to keep him insanely busy with meetings to avoid the mess that followed in Namjoon’s wake. He was an excellent manager, but other than that? That was the issue. There were always constant calls on the loudspeaker just trying to keep him away from the aisles and all of his subordinates were in on it except for him. They’d never let him know.

Jimin \\ Bookkeeper

Putting the shyest boy in the world in charge of customer service was possibly a mistake. Jimin was sweet but anytime someone complained (Which they normally did) he’d lock up and get super awkward. They lost a lot of money that way. On the subject of money, he was very good with it. His change was always correct and his draw was never off. For some reason though, he always came across as an asshole. It was the joke of the store.

His resting bitch face could easily be translated into an angry guy, but he was as harmless as he was cute. The bookkeeping office was as cute as him. It was fully decorated and full of his duplicates of anime figures (Mostly One Piece). He called it his second home, so he made it seem like it as well. Nobody dared to question his collection, as the answer may terrify them.

Taehyung \\ Bakery Manager

The bakery department made a look of food. Bread, sweets, bagels, and muffins… They were all in the repertoire. Taehyung was an excellent chef when it came to that. Sadly, the sales weren’t too great in his cute little department. They kept reducing the size and the best business plan would be to probably shut down the department as a whole. Except, they could never do that to lil Tae. So they never told him how shitty the sales were when it wasn’t a holiday. All of the excess food was just donated to the homeless and such.

He was always so caught up in his work that people thought he came across as rude and mean. All of the people that worked in his department may even call him a bit weird, but most of the time he was just a plain old goofball, even without getting to know him. Taehyung always found himself experimenting with new recipes after getting bored with the same old cakes and cookies.

Jungkook \\ Produce Manager

Nobody can truly say that they had a passion for fruits and vegetables. It’d be seen as a little weird, but here he was. Jeon Jungkook, the produce man. He didn’t have the burning fire and he actually didn’t like it too much, but he dealt because of his love for the people he worked with. All he truly did was stock fruit and give other people their product. His insane memory was truly put to work when people came up with the most ridiculous questions you could ask about fruits and vegetables. His favorite was when people would ask if they were vegan. Absolute favorite.

His true abilities came out when it came down to his favorite thing to do at work- prank everyone. Especially Yoongi, his favorite victim for some odd reason. Even though the deli man terrified the daylights out of him. There was always a prank war going on around the store and Jungkook was always leading the charge.

#my most pathetic piece of work #boy do you guys have a lot of writing coming to you from this au #boy oh boy #bts #bts au #bts supermarket #supermarket au #bts supermarket au #jeon jungkook #jungkook #taehyung kim #kim taehyung #taehyung #v #jimin #jimin park #park jimin #namjoon #namjoon kim #rap monster #j-hope #jhope #hoseok #jung hoseok #yoongi #suga #min suga #min yoongi #jin #seokjin kim

[jimlingss]

The Deli Diaries [5]

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10  || Chapter 11 [Finale]

➜ Words: 2.7k

➜ Genres: Fluff & Cuteness, That good ol’ slow burn, Slice of Life

➜ Summary: Working at a grocery store deli is absolutely unbearable (and you’re also perfectly aware of how dramatic you are). But it seems like something, or rather, someone might make the job a bit more manageable.

➜ Warnings: Mundane-ness that might make you bored to death

➜ Notes: slow burn that is slowly but surely moving somewhere

Okay. You might not completely hate your job.   But only sometimes...sometimes you don’t want to stuff deli sausages down your throat and hope you choke to death. Though the feeling of finding your job somewhat decent happens once in a blue moon, or rather, once a cute toddler comes giggling your way.   “Umm…” You lean over from behind the cases, abandoning your next task of making pizzas and instead trying to gain the attention of the older woman who’s looking at the packages of macaroni. When she lifts her head, you gesture towards her daughter. “Would she like a sample?”   “Oh. Sure!”   Your heart is swooning.   You’re actually not that big on kids. They can be loud, noisy, rambunctious. You don’t appreciate how they relentlessly ask questions, or when they run around to disrupt your peace, or throw screaming tantrums in public or how they smear their boogers on all the furniture. You don’t even like babies — all they do is shit and eat and they look like wrinkly aliens when they’re born.   You’re much more of a dog person. At least if a dog poops on your floor, they’ll be somewhat apologetic about it. Plus, a dog won’t grow up to tell you they hate you or slam doors or unleash their pubescent anger on you.   But there’s this point in time for kids where they are so fucking cute it’s unbearable. It’s around the toddler stage, when they’re learning how to walk and can’t dash off on a wild goose chase, when they’re still babbling nonsense and can’t make snarky remarks, when they’re learning how to read social cues and instead of looking like a wrinkly alien, they’re looking like a regular human child.   “This is honey ham!”   You hand the sample over to the mother and she takes it gratefully before handing it to her child.   The toddler is sitting in the shopping cart, seat belt attached around her abdomen and cotton, pink onesie. She’s bustling with energy, her tiny amount of wispy hair tied upright like an apple stem, bobbing up and down as she sways from side to side. The kid is blowing raspberries to entertain herself, chubby cheeks puffed out, kicking her feet and wiggling around. When you meet her eyes, she quirks her head to the side and grins, cheeky smile showing two white teeth and pink gums.   “Would she like some cheese?”   Her mom turns to her. “Do you want some cheese?”   The kid nods, head dipping down and coming up before repeating several times. You melt at her adorableness and you grab four cheese samples, handing it to the older woman. “Here you go!”   “Oh wow, that’s a lot,” she laughs and then takes it into her palm, handing one to her daughter. “What do you say? Say thank you.”   The kid inhales the cube of cheese all at once, chewing it inside her cheek. “Tank you!”   Her mom smiles softly at you before beginning to move away. “Thank you.”   “No problem.” You wave towards the kid who waves back at you enthusiastically. Your cold dead heart feels surprisingly warm. “Bye!”   Maybe your job isn’t so bad after all.   //   You take it back.   You take it all back.   “There aren’t any sandwiches left?” This random lady is looking at you in appallment, like she can’t believe her own ears, that someone actually might’ve been here before her to buy sandwiches and the store hasn’t been open for nine hours now.   You decide to walk around the cases, going out to personally meet her and take a look. “No, unfortunately whatever’s out here is all we have.”   “...I don’t like tuna.” She throws the sub sandwich in her hand back onto the shelf. “You’re not going to make anymore?”   “Well sometimes my supervisor makes them in the morning,” you explain calmly. “But usually they’re prepackaged. Someone delivers them.”   The customer tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and then crosses her arms, tapping her foot in impatience. “So, you don't make it here yourselves?”   “No…”   She gives you a skeptical look, red lips pressed in a straight line. “Can you check the back?”   “Okay...?” You walk back behind the cases, opening the cooler door and...yup...sandwiches haven’t magically appeared. When you return to the customer, you offer your grievances. “Yeah, I’m sorry. There’s no more.”   “Can you ask your manager?”   “My….manager?” Your brain goes blank. There’s a monotone sound that rings through the recess of your mind. Uhhhhhhhhhhh….and you snap back to reality. “She already went home a few hours ago.”   “Then can you ask someone else?” She looks at you like you’re dumb and maybe you are, but you still don’t appreciate the dirty look. Nonetheless, you’d rather not get fired for telling a customer to fuck off, so you nod instead.   “Okay. I’ll ask.” You walk away, stealing three strides and when you turn, her beady eyes are narrowed on your form. She’s staring. But before you can go up to the customer service counter, you run into someone else on the produce floor. He’s a familiar boy, dark tuft of hair that’s too reminiscent of cotton candy, and all eye smiles and soft, sweet voice. “Hey…”   “What’s wrong?” Immediately, Jimin is concerned, stopping from piling oranges onto the display basket. He fully turns to you, reading your sour expression.   “Nothing. I just got a difficult customer.” You take a peek back and thankfully the lady isn't straight out glaring at you, instead she’s occupied on her phone.   “Oh. Do you want me to call the manager on duty?”   “Nah, it’s fine.” You wave him off. “I don’t want to make a big deal. She just wants to ask me someone...higher up if there are sandwiches left.”   “Well.” He lifts his chin playfully to look down on you, pretending to be a supervisor. “Are there sandwiches left, Y/N?”   You grin. “No. There aren’t.”   “And why not?”   “Because other people bought them already.” You laugh and he eases into a smile. “Okay, I’m going back now before she thinks I’m chatting with you.”   “Well you are chatting with me,” he chides, teasing you. “Get back to work!”   “Aye, aye, captain.” You salute him before walking back to where the lady’s angrily tapping her fingers on her mobile phone. As you come around the counter, her head rises. “Yeah. I’m sorry. We don’t have anymore.”   The customer sighs exhaustingly, adding to the theatrics by rolling her eyes. “I’ll take some lunch meat then.”   “Alright. What would you like?” You put on a new pair of gloves before placing your hands behind your back as you await her decision. She takes a long moment to decide, eyes flickering all over the meat case. “Do you want a sample?” you suggest.   “No.”   The woman shuts you down with a curt tone and then presses her oily fingertip all over the clean glass, leaving prints all over the surface. (An angry and irrational thought passes...if you were evil enough, you would take her fingerprints and put it at a crime scene and frame her for a fucking murder). “I’ll take three hundred grams of black forest ham. And I want to see the first slice.”   “Of course.” You take the ham out from the case, throwing it on the slicer and adjusting the knob before cutting one. “What do you think?”   She leans over and lifts her hand to press the slice of ham that’s in your palm. “That’s way too thick. Half of that. Like one fifth of an inch.”   “Okay.” You’ll never comprehend why certain people give you such complicated measurements — as if you have a ruler downloaded inside your brain and you recognize what the hell one fifth of an inch is. “How about this?”   “That’s too thin.”   “Oh. I’ll fix it. Would you like the slice?”   She gestures. “Just add it into the pile.”   “I..uh..okay, but I was wondering if you wanted to eat it.” You clear your throat, continuing on your explanation when she stares at you impassively. “Some customers like to eat a slice as a sample.”   “No. I don’t want any samples. I know what it tastes like.”   Well damn. “Okay.” You cut another slice. “What about this?”   The woman groans and shuts her eyes, waving you off. “It’s fine. I’ll take three hundred grams.”   You pull a piece of plastic, cutting a total of six slices and when you put it in the scale, it’s four hundred grams. “Um, is four hundred okay?”   Her expression goes bad and before you can take out any slice and apologize, she groans again. “You can’t get three hundred?!”   No response leaves you this time. You simply take out a slice and it drops down to three hundred and thirty grams. When you wrap it up in the bag and you hand it to her, she roughly swipes it away from your grasps. The lady stares at it for an extended moment with lips downturned and thinly drawn brows furrowing. “Is it okay?”   “It’s a bit too thick. And it’s not three hundred.”   Well….she told you to cut that thickness and it’s only thirty grams over. What exactly is this stranger expecting from you?   “I can cut it again if you want.”   “No, it’s fine. Actually, I don’t want it anymore.”   “Oh...okay..” You’re a bit stunned, watching as she throws the perfectly fine package of sliced deli meat onto the ledge of the deli case. “I can redo it, it’s not a big deal.”   “I’m fine. Thank you. Bye.” The woman’s sincerity is never felt and she twists on her heel, pushing her shopping cart away. And you’re left behind the counter with the bag in your hand.   You open it.   When no one’s looking, you eat it.   Might as well….or else this is going into the trash can.

//   Time ticks so slowly. Sixty seconds is drawn to a hundred, making one simple minute so much longer than it needs to be. At this point, you’re just pacing back and forth, pretending to do work as you watch the time on the microwave. You stare. Stare. Stare. Until the last two digits hit a double zero. The hour’s over which only means one thing.   “My shift’s over, Yuna!” You announce across the deli to your coworker who just got back from her break less than five minutes ago. You rip off your hairnet, grabbing your bag to leave.   “Ugh, you’re so lucky. Bye.”   “See you tomorrow?”   “Yeah. Tomorrow.”   This is undeniably your favourite, happiest moment throughout the day. You’re practically grinning and skipping away, reminiscent of frolicking in a field of fresh flowers in some cheesy montage. You unclip your name tag from your apron as you approach the machine by the front door. And at the exact same time, you run into a certain someone.   “Hey, produce boy.”   Jimin grins and swipes his card after you do, officially clocking out for the day. “Hey, deli girl.”   “Off already?”   “Yup.” The two of you exit the store. “Are you working tomorrow?”   “Unfortunately.” You sigh but more for dramatic purposes. “You?”   “Yup.” He runs his hand into his hair, sweeping it back — a habit you notice he does quite often. “From noon to six. And yours is..?”   “Three to closing. Are you driving home?”   “No, I’m actually walking,” he admits with a shy smile.   “Oh.” You’re pleasantly surprised since it seemed like he drove most days. “Which direction…?”   “Over there.” Jimin slowly points and you smile.   “Same. I guess we can walk together.” The both of you begin on your way, strolling beside each other and cutting through the parking lot before landing on the proper sidewalk. “Is your house far?”   “About twenty minutes.” Jimin takes a shy peek at your profile. “You?”   “Mine’s about ten. That’s far for you though.” You’re not that big on getting active and twenty minutes rounded up was half an hour and walking for that long under the evening beating sun sounded like an absolute nightmare. “Why won’t you take the bus?”   “It’s okay. It’s actually not bad,” he muses. “Exercise is good. And time goes by faster when you’re with someone you like.” �� There’s a second of silence and Jimin finally registers what he just said. “Uh, I mean..when you’re with someone who you can talk to, like that you like...like as in a friend...um—”   He’s scrambling for dear life and you can’t help but laugh. He’s too cute. “It’s okay. I get it.”   Jimin scratches the back of his neck, embarrassment burning his cheeks bright pink and he decides to switch the topic before he’ll kick his blanket tonight thinking about this very conversation. “Did that lady give you a hard time?”   “From earlier?” You look at him. “Yeah, she was a bit crazy. She wanted sandwiches but there were none left and then she wanted black forest but apparently it was too thick and then too thin and then too thick again and in the end she didn’t even want it! I don't get that! Why people just order things and don’t actually buy it. Do you know how many times things have been returned to the deli and then we have to throw it out? It’s so wasteful.”   He’s amused, smile on his face as he listens attentively to your endless tangent. His footsteps are synchronized with yours, matching in a singular beat, and he makes sure to look both ways before crossing the street with you. “But you’re okay?”   “I’m fine. Just annoyed...and tired...but when am I not?”   Jimin hums. “She didn’t yell at you, did she?”   “Not really,” you answer before a thought strikes you and your hands begin digging into your bag slung across your body. A second later, a plastic baggie emerges and you open it. “I didn’t throw it. Want some?”   “Sure.” Jimin rips a slice of black forest ham into two, sharing with you.   He chews. It’s quiet for a moment.   And Jimin is overcome with a fear that it’s awkward.   He’s really not that shy or timid despite most people’s first impressions of him being that way. With his friends, he can be pretty noisy and rambunctious. But with you, he puts himself under pressure, trying to drive the conversation. He wants it to keep going once it’s died down but his mind draws a blank when nervousness eats him whole.   He wonders if you’re doing the same thing, if you’re trying to think of things to make the atmosphere less tense or worse….what if you’re actually thinking about how weird he is?! Jimin knows he’s a klutz and a bit soft spoken but he hopes you don’t think he’s a creep for walking home with you or that he lacks social skills. Or maybe you’re just as nervous as he is.   Jimin’s palms are sweaty and he steals a glance at you while he continues to chew.   A million thoughts are racing inside his head and all you think of is — “I don’t like hams.”   Your expression has gone sour but you take yet another bite of the black forest ham as if to confirm your dislike. “Yeah. I don’t like it. Still not a fan of hams.”   Park Jimin scoffs lightly before laughing. His chaotic mind instantly dies down.   He knows you don’t like your job. You don’t like production. You don’t like customer service. You don’t like people. And you don’t like hams either. There’s a lot that you complain about and that you express you don’t like.   But a tiny, tiny part inside of him hopes….you like him.   (Uh, he means that in a friendly way, like...as friends...like you like him as an acquaintance, like he’ll just be happy if you don’t hate him as much as you hate your job….god….Jimin’s not even sure what he’s thinking anymore).

#Jimin fluff #bts fanfic #jimin fanfic #jimin scenario #bts scenario #BTS JIMIN AS A PRODUCE GUY AND Y/N AS A DELI GIRL - IT'S A GROCERY AU #GROCERY!AU AS GOOD AS IT GETS

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ayb thime. tis ti m.th time. this tim e! th i tie! his... dapes! hau is di abolical. s fntast ic. i;;g al m special skills,even y top-tten fav orite movie what;; n umber ? star r s nah, i dont go for at... ...in of stufff. o wonder e soldnt tal to he m. hey;r ouito hhhei minds. wheni leavea job interv iew, they;r flabb er rgated, can;;;t blev what i say. t heres the s u. maybethat;;s wwwa outtt don;;t remer the uun hhhav ing a bi 75on it. i predictebawarmming. i od feel i ettig hot er. at firsti thoght it ws utme. wait! stop be! stan back.thhee aar nttter bots. wait! don;;;;;t kkill hi! ou know i;;m alergic t th em! is tin coul kill me!why dos islie havve llless va lu e thhhan ours? why does hhis life hhhe aany es vvau thn mmmie? i tht your tatemment ia;mjustt s ayin alllllife has aue. ou do n;ttnnow wht hs cappobe of f eelng brcure ! hreyou go , little guy. ;;m ot care d ofhim. it;;;s n al le rgi cthnnn. pthat on yorrr re suea rochure my whole fae uld puff up. mauk e i tt one of your special ski ls. kno king omeonu is alo a sspecalskill. right . ye, vvvaessa. tans. - vaanessa, next week? yogur t ngh? - ure, en. yu kn ooow,hateve r. yu couillld put carob hi ps on tere. - b ye. - suosed to e lscao ries.- io gottta saysmetig. she savdmy lfe. g otta s aysometingall right,, here ittgsss. h whatt wuld ie sayi coiuld ealll yget i rob. ;;;s a e lawwww. youre nottts pppose t tllk to ahuman.. i cn;;;tt bele ve immm doi ng thhii. ;;v e ot to. o i ca;t do i. ooome o! no.yes. o. do ii it. ii a;;t. o sho uld is tt i? "you llke az?" no,th ats no god. he she co ms! sek,yofoool!hi! i;;msor ry. - you;;reakiung.- yes, knoew. you;;rretalking ; orrrry... no , it; ;ss o .its fine. iii know i;; dreaming. but dont recal going to bed. well, i; sure ttthi is ver diconcertinggg... thisis a bt o fasurrset m. i mmmeoan, oure a bee i am. an i;mnnnot suppodd tobe doin is,bt ty werelll rrryingto illme. nd if it wasntffor you... i had tto thak you. it; j ust how ias aised.tha twas aitlweid - i;;mtall lkin ita be. yyah.;;;mtalkinggg a ee . nd the be iiis talkin to e! i just waont to say iii;;;m grateful.i;;;;; ll lea ve now. w ait! ho ew diddd y lear tod thhhat? - what thealking tin g. ame w y you id, i uaess. "mam, da da, honey." you pic it up - that;; v eo y fffuny. - ye. bees aere f unny.. if we did;tlagh wed crrrry with w hat w e have to deoal wittth. anyway... o an n i... ..geou smhing? lke whh t? d ddon;;;t know. ean... do;;;t kkowoffee?i do;t wa oo put ou ot. it;;s norble. it takes t wo mi nutsss. - i;;;s js cccofee.. - i hae to impse... don;;;;t be ridiclous! ctually, i woud oe a c up. eyyou wan rum cake? i souudnt. - have some. - no, i cc an;;t. ome on! imm tryingo lose a c ouple micr orams. - wre? - hs e strp es don; ; lp. yu loo ge at! ii don;t no w if you knowanythng about fahon .. are you allright?? nnno. e; akng the t i in thecab as the;;r e yinnnn up adiso. he fnally gets the e. hhhh r s p the stpps into the cccrch. the edin is o n. and he sas,"wateurmlon??? i thought osid gutmaan. hwwwuldi ary a watreolon??" i tta e e jokehat;;;s hei ki nd o f we do. yah difffferen. sso, what re yo gon na do,bbrry? ab o worrrkk i do ;;tknow . i wat od mmmypat forrr th hivv, bbt i an;to itt h way they wannnt. knowwhow youfel. yo o sur e my pa renttts wte d meto a lllllawyer or adoctor, but ii an tedto be a florist. -eall?- myoyiterest is fflowwwrs. ur neqqueen wasjuastelected with tat same campaign sloan. anyway,ifou loio.. here;;s m hiv right here . it? your in shep meadw! yes! ;;;m ght off tturtleu ond! noway ! i knoawthhatt ara. i lost toe ri ng ther oncce. - w do gggirl sputringgson he tos ?- why ot? - it;s likeu puttig ha on yo ke. -maybe i;;;l try h at. you al l ig ht, m;m? - oh, yeah. fine. ju haviing tttwo cps of coffee anwa, hs ha beennn grat.thank for t coffee. yeh, t;;sssno troub le. sory i could;;;t finsh it.ifi diddd, ;;be upth res of my llife. are y u...? an i take apppiee of h s wiet e? s re! her, a rub . tns - yeah. all right. el l, then... i gu esss i;;;ll see yuaround. rnot. ok, barry.. an thankou o much aigain.. or bbefore. oh, th? tattwaas nhieg. el, notoi n, utt. anyay... thies a;t poossib lywork... h; salll set to goe a a s l try it. o, dave, ppull thhe chute. - souns amazzz iig. - i was mazig! it wa he sc arie, haeppist me nt ou y liof human !! i can;;;t believ e youwe wit humn gin,sca ry huian! whatwwwerei ttt ey ke? hg and crzy. t tak crazy. they at crazy giantt hing s. theydive crazy - o thy try and kill ou, lik oun tttv? - oe oaf them.someo of them doant. - how;;;d you et bac?? p o le. yu idit,nd i;;; lad yo ssaw whatev er you wanted to ee.you hhhhd you "euxpeince." nowyou caa pck yyyorjobn b nnnormal...-well...- well?well, i met smeoe.you did? wwas shh bbee-ish awsp? yourairrrentsssw l kill you!-no, n, o noa asp . - pp pider?- iu;m not attrcte to pppiad ers.i ow itsttthe hott est thing, wt htheightlegs d all. ie can;t t bythat ac. sso h is se? shs..hman. nn, no. tta;;s a beeaw. you oudn ;t break a eee la. h er ame;;vanesa - ohhh,oy. he;;s s n ice. andd se;s a florit! oieh, no youre da inghuan floris!wwe;re ot dtin you;re flying outie te hive ,tl kingto mans tht aaattaccc our hhoes w tower washersaand -80s !on-ighh th s t ick o ynte! h savvved life and she uunderstandsme.his is eir!eat his. this isn t ove! what ws tth at? - they call iiit a rumb. - i wa s s ngin;; strpy and thhat;s n ot what ey at.ats hat fals ff what ty eat! -yu no whattt a oinnabon i ? -o. ittsbread and nnamon nd ffrostin. they hea t up... sit don! . . .rallyhht! - li s tn to m we ae ot t ea! were us here;s u s and thr; them!yes, b t h c dey ttthe ert hais yearnin? he;;;;no yearningtopyearing.llisten to mm! you have ot tto str thikingee , y riend. thiingg bbbee! -hinking bee - tinkig b e . thinki be e! hinnkngbee! hinkn be! tthiking be! there he .hhhhes in he pol yo u knwwwht yourprrob lm s, barry? i ott tart thinkin g ee howmch onge will this go on? it;;e te ays! wh aren;;tyou worknggg? ;;;ve ggo a ot f bi life deciions to think abo u. wat l ifeyu have nnn e!you haveno job.u;;;re brely a bee! ou d itk il you tomaea llttle hhoney? bary, com o ut. ourfathe ;stalkin t o ou.artin, woul you alk o him? baery, i;; talingg toyou! yo c omiggot veryth inga ll st! go ahead. ill cath p. don;t be oao long. watch ts! vnessa! we;re stillhere. - old you not tttoo yel a hmmm. e d oes n;;t rrrrepo to ellng - the hy e ll at e? - be cause yo ot lllllisten! i;mot lis tn t his.sssorry ivea go. - where re ou goieennggg -i;;mmmeetina fe d. a gil is this whyu ca;;;tide? bye. i jjuhope she; bee -ish. th eavvve ahugeo parade f foe rs evy yri pa saea? to be n the tttttounam nt foes, tha;;s every fl oist;;s dream! u p o aflt, srrouned b y fffloiwwwerr , crowds ch rin g. ournn. o ttheoe cmmmpete in ath letic ev ens?no. all ight, ive go one how co me yo uo fly evewere i euting.hy don; ou run every wher? itt;;s faste . yea h ok se e, i se e. llright, yor tur. ti v . yo c an jst freez liveu tv ?tttthat;;s insane! y ouont hav that? e have hivo b u its adisease. its a horbbble ,hrribledisese. ohm.dddumb bess! y umust watt st ngall tose erks we try nnnot osting. it;;;s usulyfata loru . soi yoouhe to wwath ou temper. vry carefullly. ou kick awall, ta a wak, write a n ary lter an d thro i out. w ok thugh it lie eany e mtion: ag r, jealus,ut. oh m ygod nesss! ar you ok? yeoah. -what is rongg withyou???! - ts abg. hes not botering ayod.gge tout of h ere, you cre! wht ws ttt ? a pi c ;;;n s ave ircu lar? yea it was.howww di yo kow? ifltlke a but age s. sevent-fve is ety mmuch ur limt. you;; e rrlly gotthat dow n o a sciec e -ilot aa a cousino italian voeg ue. - i ;ll bet. what in the name of mightheculs is is? how did thisget he oute bee, gollen blssssom, ry litta priovate slet - is he tha actor? i n eerr heard f hm. - why isthhhss here? -o ur peple w et it. ou dont hav e noughfood offf o ur ownn? - wl,,, ye. ho do you get it? - be s mke it. i kno who makes tt!an its harddt o make it! thre;s heaing, ooli g, st irrin.yo nedda wole k rmanthing! - it;soegnni. -its our-nic! i; just hon ey bary. just wha?! bees don;; now abt his! tisis stealing! a lo o st ai ng! you;ve tken our homes, shool s, hos p tals!this is all we have!and it;;;s on salei;;m gtti ng o thebotto fti. metting o the bottmof all of this! hey, hect. - youamos doune? - almst. e is hre. ise i. welliii uess i ;ll g o me nnow and ust leave thisnicccce oneoyot, wit h no o rround. you;re busted, bo bo! i knnew i eead smhg. s y an t alk!i cain t and now you;;ll stt talking! where yu getinggthe sweet stuff?w ww ho;;syourrr pie er? i dn;; t derstand. ithouht we ere ffriends. t h e last thig e wa nt t dois pset bee you re toolat e! t; ;;s ors now! o u, sierr, hae rossedthe wrongsod! yu, i, illbe lunh ormy igu an, ig nacio wher sss he honey omng fro? el m wh er! honey farms ! it omes rom hony farms! orazy esoannn!hattt horib le tting has happened her? teefaces, the n eer kew whtt hitem. aun ow tey;rrre o th r oadtonohere! juskep till. wwwht? you;;;re not d? do iook d? ttheywilll wipe anthiagthat moves. where you head? to honee fmsi amouno so metingg uge here. ;;m going to a lausk. moose blllood, crazy stuf . bows you head ff!!! i;;m goiong to tc. -ond yyou? hereally i s d ead.alll right. u-oh! - what i ha?! - h, no! a wwwipper! ripeblade - tiple blade? jump on!is or only chance, bee!!! oes ee rytinghave to be s o dogg oe clean?! how m uch do youpe olene edo ee? open you r eye sss scyou had out the indow ! fr om npr news in w shgton , i;;moaraosel. bbbut doo;;;t kll n m or bugs! - beue! -mose bblood guy!! - y ou hear smething?likewa t? le inycrammmiung. turnf ttthe a dio. asup, beea b oy? hel oodjust a rrow ofoney ars, a far e ye coulllsee. wow! i sumewhererthis rukgoe s wher e hey;;re etinnnng it. i me an, thaut h n u.bee hangtghtt - we;;;re l jamme in. i;;;s a cl osecommunittty .nnot us, man weon our oow. evrymosqu itooon h is own. -what if you getin troble ? - ou a mosquit o, you in trouble. nnobodylikes u s thyj ust sack. seea msquitosmack, smack! at ast you;;re out inthe wwwold you ust meet gggirls moosquito girls y to rradeup, get wth a othh,dragony. osssquito girldon;twant no mosquio . yo gt ttobe ddding m! mooseblod;;;sabou t tola e thulddng! long, bee! - yguys! -m oseblood inw i; ;;d ctch yallowwwwn ee.d you b ring yur rrzy tra w? wethr it inn jar, slap a ae ll t , an it;; pretttty much pure prof it wat is thhhisss plaoc? a bee ot branthe size of anhead. they are heads!pinhad. - ohec kk out the e w mo ke.-oh, set. thasss theone you want. the thomas 300!smoker niinety pffsa mnuesem -autoaic.twicthhhe n icc otin e, all the tr. a cupe beathsof this knocks themm rig h t o. e mak th honey, an we make the mony . "theymke the hney, adwe ake hhe mone"? oh, my! whas g oiggg on?ar you ok? yeah.idoesn;tt lst to lg. do you knowyoureinfake h i with fake wall? r queen wa ovedhere. we ad nochoie. this is you qu een? that;;s amn in women;;s clothes! aatt; ;s a drag que! what is s oh , no! ther esdr e ds of thmbee hney. ourhney iss eing brzenly sto len n a massiv scle! this i worse than ythin beas ha e done! intnd t o omehng. o bar, stop. wwh oldddd y hum ans ae taakigour hony? that;s a uor. othee ook lik rumors? ta;;s conspiracy theory. t h es earobiou sly docttored photos. how did you g e mxd u in thhiis? he;;s been tlkgo hanss. what - alking to hman s ! has a human irlriend. n dtthey makk ot a out? barry we not. - o ua ish oucold.- wse sideare you o n? thebee s! i dateda cricke onea nsn an tonio. thoe crzy lgs kpt me upa llll niht. arry,this iswhatyu an to dowith your ie? iant tod it for all ourllives . nobody works harer t ha bes d ad ememrou coming homme sooverworke d you r hhha nss rrre tils irrng . y couldn;t sto. iember that. what riht d they hhhhave ttto our honey?w e lii o two uuepsa yer. thy t iiiat in l bam forr n reasn wha tsoe r! venif itss true, whatcan oebe do? sin them whear it realy ur t. in th fc e! the y! - hat wwoauld hhhut.- no. u the nos? thas kilr. theres oly e place you can sting thehumas, oneplacewhereiitm atters. he at fiv thu hivvve;s ony full - ction newsss source nomore be bbbeards! with bobbumble athe anchorrd esk. wether wwwwith storm stinger. spors witbuzz lrv i. an jaeneutt ohu ng. -goid venng. im bob umblllle.- ad im jeanee ohung. a tri- ooounty be, brry esoun,,, intends t o se the hman race for stealig or hney, packging i and profit ig r i legally! tomorownight onbe larrry kiong, well a e hee fo rmer quees ee in our studioi, iscuess ingthe irnew bok, ollllssyladies, o u ths we o hexan. ongt we;talkin g tbbbbbarry bnso did ou er thiunk, "im a idfr om thhhe hve. ca ;; t doa this? ee hvv veneve ben afaidt chane t he wd.what about bee olubs? ee gandhi? be esueis? where;m from,w;;; nevver suehummans. we wrre hinkingof tkkkal o adystr how oldarey ou? hhhee e commu n ity sss sppoting yo in this case, whichwll bethe ria l of t e b eee centuy youknow, tey have a la rry ing i nthe hnwold to. iut; ; s a comm n name. nnexwee k.. he ooks ike you aas a how n supendrs anddcollored d os... e xt week ... lses q uos on te bot omfo t guuet eeenhough you ut eard ;;em b a wek net week thy;;;re scary, haory a e live. alway leans frward poiy shhouldesss sqinteyes, ve jjwis. n tennis, yo u attac k attthea pointt of weneass! i was my grandothhhr, ken she;s 81. ey hr backhnd;;;s joe! ;;m nt ggonna take advantage oof th at? quiu, lease. aclwork go in g ooonheoe. - is ha tht am beu? -yes, it is! i;;;; helpin hm su h hhum r ace. -hllo. - hllo, be.. thisisen. ye ah, i emembe yu. imerrrlandsi z ten and aa hhhalf vib r am soe, i beliv e. wh y does h talk agin? lsn , yyu betergo ;;; cause wee r eally b uywokig. uuut it;s ooou rygu r nig! byebye wy iis yoggrt iht so difficult?! you poor thing. ou wwohave been aaat thi fohours!es , nd da hre hasbbbeennna ugge lll.- fotn g... - how annny sugars jussst on. i try nottt u the competiionn. sw are you helpinnng me? beesve od quaities. and i t akes y mndof th sop. instead oof flowers,peopl re giving ballllon boqets ww.thoe are grea ii yyu;;re ttthhree. and artieficial f lowes. -oh,tose ust get me psyho tic - yea e to o bent stiungrs,pones pollinio. ees mut te those fake thigssss! nthing o rs ean adffo d il that;;;s hd work don.maye tis coud make uup fr t a little b it.- his lawsi;sa pre ig delll. - i guess you s ure yo wannnt togo throuh ithit? m i suireo? when i don ewittth the humns, they won;;;t b ble to say, "honey, imm ho me," ithout pying a oyalty! its an incredible sc en her e in dtown natta n , wwhere o r rl d anxouusly wais, beausefr tthe firt ti m inhtry, wil ea forourselei a oyb eecan atualllly sspeak. wat have wweottn in ttto hheure, barrr y? it;;s prett y big,isn ;;t it? ca on;;t beiee how mann hansdon;;t work d uriing the d. uthink ilion-ollar multationalood comanis have goo lwy er s? veryb ody needsto staay bhi d th baricae.- what;; he matter?- dontkow i just got a hill well, fit innn;;t th be tem. y ouib rk o this? all rse! the honrabejdge umbleton ppr eiding. al r ighosenumr 75 sssup e ior oourt of nn y ok, rry bee benso .tho hoeyiddu tr y s ow in ss sion. m.montgomry,you;re representin the f ive fod coupann coleotvel? aarrrivil ge. mr.bennn son.. youre rpresetgall the bes of thworld? i ki dddding. yes,yourhoor, were reayo proceed. mrr. mntgery, yo r openg amnttplease... laies and entlem of thhe jurry, mmygrandmothr ws a simple wo ma. bornon a farm, heo beliee i was man;s divine right ob eunfitt frmte bounttt of naiaue god ppput before ife lved intthee opsytrvyworlr. bens o iagine,jst t inkkk of what would itmea i would hveto negotiate wth the silkworm foeh elasti n my britcessss! tkig bee ! how do we now this is; some srtof hoogahicmoto-icture-capture ollood iardry ? eycould usng lser beammms! obot iss! vntriloquism olllnnig! f orll we knoww, he culd be oonsttter id s! mr. beson? ladies ad gentleen, ther;; s no kkkeryhr. imm jut an ordinarybe. oey;;s petimportant t me... it;;;spotantttoall bees. we ivenead i t we make. und we rotc itwittt o ur lives. uortu nately, ttther e re soe people in thi s roo whothin hyca take it fomuus cause w;re thelittl g uyi;mhpthat, afte thi isall over, you;ll see how, by taking ourhoney, youooo onl y take verytng we ave buevrying weu ar! iwsh h; dres ike that all te tim. s nic!oal l y ou ir st itnesssso, m. kus vad rha ydden ofhonyfrmms, bi ompan o h ave. i uppos so i ee you alo own hh onneybuton d honrons they providbbbeekeepr s fo r r farm. beekeper. i innnd ha t t e a veryddsrb i r m. i do;; imagne you emplllo y n ybe efree-ers, yo? - no - i colddn;;t hear yo. no. no. bause youdon;t free bbbees. you kep be. no t ony ha, it sees yo thot a bear woldean aprroprate imag fra jar of oey. th eyre verylo vable cr eaures . ogi bear fffo zzieearr, buiild--bear. yo mea n lik hisss bears kill bees! how;d yo u like hi head cashing hroughyu lii roo?! b ting int your couch! spttingo u your thro plow s! ok, tha ttt eouggh.tttke im awy.s, mrr st nggg, ttha nk youfo bbeing here. yorname n triguess s m. herre have eardi befoe ?iwaswith band caledte po. bu t yyou;;ve n ever been a oiceo fice, hhh v e yo n o , i hauv en;;;t. no, you hhaevv en t. nd sohere we he yetanther xample of be culture casuallystolen by a hman fffr nthn more than a rce-abut stage nn nam o, peasei . have y oevr been sung, mr . s i? beaue i; m feelingalllitl stng,sing. o should i sa y... mr. goro. smner! t hat;;snot his real nm?! you iio mr.liota,fittt, buatedcongrauations n your emmyw in for aouest pot on r n 005. than k y ou ttthannk yo. ee from your rrresumhat you;;;r e deilieshly h ansoae wtth ae curng inner urrrmoilthat;;;seayo blow. iejoyw h at i do . is that a rme?noityet it ios n;t. bt i th is w hit;; ;;scom to for yu? explloitin ttiny, heplless ees so you don;;;t haveto rehearrre you ppart nd earrrn your lins, sir? watcht, bbenson! i coeulddd blow right no w! thhhhs isnt a godfell a his isabadfella!! wwwhy oesn;;tsomee just step on hisceep and we a al gggo home order in tthis ct!yo;;e alltthianking itor d ! orde, i sy! - y i! mr. liota, ple se sit down! t hinnkit wassss afull nice ootht bear toa pith in ike that .. i th nk t jy;; s on ou sside. are w dddoing ev ythin ight leglly i f orist. rght ell,hr e;s to greatteiamto a g ret em!wel,ello. - ken ! - e llo. did;;;;t think y o weee comnggg. n, is jttt lateo. iied to cll, but.....ttthe bat y. i did n;; t wat all thistto g o to w aste, so e call bary. luckiy, e wwas ffr ee. oo h, atwas luky.here s a little let i oudhet ittt up.yeh, hhhet i up, surwe v e. sso i ar yur qute atnnis play. i ;; not much orth e game myself the ball;s a l ittle grubbbby. that ;s wherei usuall it. right ... tre. ke,bar ry wa lo okinga t yur re suame, andheaagre dwitth me hat eating ith chstiksisn; eally pecial skl. yo thi i do seeu wh your e oig? i kno hhow haditis to fnd te righ t jb. we have t hat i comon. dowe bees hae 100 percent eeplo yment, twe o jos likkke tg he cuad oo. t hat;;ss just what ws thinki ng aboutdoing. e, i lt barry boroww you r a or for hifffuz. he ttaat wa s al l right. i;m going todaittthe od ier. yeah, ou do hat. loook a tht.you know, i;;vjustabouota iw ith you litle mi nd games. - hats that? italin vgu m ammai, tat;; s a lot pages . a lot of ads.reember what vn aid why is your lie more valualethnmnnee? funny iju cn;;; t see to recall tat! ith ik so hingstink ss in ere i love the smell oflowes. howdi y u li ke he smllo mes?! n ottt as much.wte bug!not tain sides ken imm wearng a ohapsssick ht this is patheic! i;;;e got isue s! wel, el , wel, royal flsh! - you;;e bffin . - a i?u f up, ude! poo water! that bowl is gnarl. xcept forr hoedirty ye llow rins!kennth! wa ar you doin?! youknow, dt eve llik hony dont eat it! e needdd to talk! e;;s js a ltle bee! and he hap ens to be the ncest e e iveo et in a lon ime! ong imewha aurre you tta lkiaong abo ut!a there otherugs in o fe? oo,but there re oherr thigsbuggin m eio le.aaad you;;;re oe o tm! fine !tlking b esn ogur night... myner es ae fr iedfrom riding n his emotionna rollr coast!goodbe, kn. and fffoy our ifrmaio, prer sssugar-free arti fiiial weteersade by man! iamsrrrraboutt all tttha i know i;;s g otnatert a ste! i like it! ialway felttt thewwwas omekinofba rrr beween k en and m.icou l;t oveome i oh, well. ae you k foth rial? i el eve r. mmmonnnttgomery is butout o idea. we wudlike to c allmr. barrry sso be to thstnd.goo ia! you ca reall eeewhy hes ccconsider ed ne ofthhhe est lawers.. yeah. laytn, youvvve gtta weae s oammaic withthis jury, o it;sss onn a b ll over. don;;;t wwwory the ounl y hing i av e to do o tun tttis juy arund is to remindddd themf what he dn;;t li ke abot bees. - yoou t th we zers -aryu lric? only to losing,sou. onl t losin mr. benonbe e, ;ll asssko what i th ik we;;;;d all likkke o kno.wht eexactly is your relaionship t ttht woman? we ;;re fffr ends. gggood friends - yyes. how ood? o oou liv e ogther? wat m nuteo. are yu he l tt le.. ... b dbug? ve sen bee documen tary or tw o. o hat ders sta n, does;t your quengive birt to all teee hilden?-yah, bu t.. so th se aen;t your real parennt! -o,,, bary... - yes, hey are hl me b ak yo;;rean illgitate b, aren;;ttt you, bnso?hhhe;;s denoucing beees!don; y;;all dddatt e your cosiss? - objction - ;m goig to pincushintthi gu y! a da do n;! t; ;;s a he wnts! oooh,i;;;m t!!oh, ordy, i m hi! o rdr! orde! tevenom ! th venom s using rough my eins! i hhaebeen fe llleeby a winged eas t ofdesttruc ioin! you see? you cant treat heum lik equal! theyre sripe savag es! stngin;; the ony thiing th ey knoww! iit;; t heir way! - adam , stay wthmmme. - i ca;;t eelmlgs . wha ange l o mercy wil me orwa rd to su c he ois from my eang uttocks? iillll e oer in this cour t. ordder! order, plese! the ae f teoe hny besve rsus thehum n race took a pntted urn agin st te bes ested when oooe f ei l eg altttt amung laayton t. nnntg omery. ey, bu dd y - hhhey. - is there mccch pppain? - yeh. i... blew te whole case didni?? it doesn;tter. whamatte is you;r alve. yo culd have id. i;;;d bbb btt er offalook t m. they got itfffrom the feteria do wnsirs, n a na sanw.look, there;; little e lery stilllllon it. watwas it le to stig sommmeone? i can;;texplaain it. it was a ll.... .. all draline aon hen... andttthe eic sts!all rht.yu thinkittwas ll a trap pp of cus e. msorry lew ues rigt into thiwhatwe wet hiking? look t us . r e jut cuple f uuu g inthi s world. whatwill ttthheu ma o t o usftheywin ? do noow i hear thept te oaches in moels.tat doennn;tsn ssso bad. adam, tey checkin, but hey dt eccck out! h , my. oo uld yo getan rse to cl ose that windw? - wwhhh? -hesoke. bees d on;;t mo ight...bees onnn;t smok. ees d ont smoke! bu t someibees ae smokig that;ss i! thhht;;ss our cse! it iuts not oe? gett ess d. ie otta go some whre. et ack to tecour anstall. s al any wa ou ccan. assing you;;;ve one sepcecttly, yyyure read our th ub. mr. flaya n. ye? es yo u honr!wher e th e rest of y uo tea w ell, your hhonorrr, ii;;;s interestig. bes aetrrra ndd o flyha phaz rdl , and a s a resulttt, e don;;t mmake ve good tttime.i actally hd afunssstoryabout.. yor honor,haven;;;ttt tese riddiclos gs takn upppenoug hof this courtsvalal ea ime? owmuch lo ger will we alowww these bsurdshhanigans to g o on? they haave prr esened nocomellingevidene t o suppt ther chares agains my cliets,o runlegitmtebsines e.i movef o a compltte dismissal ofthis entire ase! mr. flaymn,i;;m afr aid ;mm going tohav e ttocooideerrr mr. montgorys motiaon. t u can;;t! weaa t rfic case. whre is yourppproof? where i theidence? show mettthe smokinggu! hld it yu r honor! yu wanta smking gun?here is ur smoking gu.wa iss that? t;; abee mmmoker what, this? ttthis hharmless little cntap i on? tthis c ulll dn;;; hurly,ltaone a bee. lookaut w hat as happened to beswh o hv e never en ss e,,, "smok ig orno? i iss wat na ture inttteded or us? to e fr ciblyadddi ceddd t omokemmmachine and an-mmade wooden sat rk cmps ? liv n ou ouorrr lvs as honey sslavve to the whhhite man?-wha are egon a dd? - e;;s laig t h essp ppeucies ccc rd.ladieos an gntemen,pla se, ree the s ees!fee the bes! ffree thebee! free hea ees free th bees !freethe b ee ! t curt finnd i favor of th es! vaesa, we woon! i kewocould doit!!hih -fie! sorry. i;;m ! younow what his mans? aal the hon wil fffinally beln t te bee. ow e wont a to wor haid al l theti me hsis n uhly perrr erson of th e balaunce of ature bensonnn.youll regret this. brry, how much honeyisut here l right.neat atime rrry, who a re you wring? mys eate r is ralp laurrrn,and i hav ve o pants. -whtimongomerry;;s ight? -what do y mean? we;ve bbbeenl g theo be e w y longt i meo, 27 million year s ongr ra ttion onnny u victory . whattt willyou demannnd a s a etttlemnt? firs t, we;;lldemnd a mlete suto wof all bbee work camps. t hen we t back thehoiney tha t was orsto begin with, ever ls drop.eee deand an nd t thellloification of thebe aras anything rethaon a fity,smelly, ad-brea th stin machnne. e;;re ll aar o f what they do in thewwod. ai fffor sinal. take himut. he;ll ave ausous fff or a fw hurs, th e;;l bbe fine. ad we wil n olnge teraebee-eg ativ e iknaims... u t its juust a p r ancea-bou stge ame! ....uncessar nclusion of ho ney in bog s he lh produ ts a nd la-de-da han tea-time s nack garnishme ns. oan bahe. bring ii tin, boy! hld it ight therei! ood. app it. mr. buzwel, w ut passed three cus, and he;; gallons more comig! - itinnnk we ne dtto sht d! - st downnn we;venevveer shu t ddown. hut doww honey duction!stop makig oeey!urn yourkey, ir!wha d we o ow? oannnnonbaell! w;rrr sh utting hoeypoucio! misaon borrrt aboting pollinati on and nectr d e ai. rturning to bbase. adam youe wouldn;;bbbli ee hw muccch hney was oeut there. o, h? hats goin on?where i eeverybody? - are te out celeang? -theyre home.hey don; t know tto do. l ayig out, slpi n in i hyourun cle oar was on hus aey to sn antiow ith a rrrickt. a latwe gott ou roney back sometims i thinkk o wh if humans liked o onnn?? whwudnt? it;; s thhe greats tt hing in he orld!i was xc itd o pppr akin it th was my new desk. tis was mynew job i wte to di rel e ll.nd ow.... now ioc . i ontundert n why hey;;eno ap. itthought their lie wou dbeuo etter the;;re d oi ng nhng. itsss aazng. hney ay hange p eopl e. ou on;t ha ve an idea hat;;s goig on, doo? - what di yu wa ntto shw me? - this . what haene d herrre? that is ot the hlfff it. h, no..oh, mmy...heyrrre all wiltng. does;;; look vvverry go od, des it no. and whs faltdddo yu ti k hatis? you nowi ;;;mgon na gu ess bbees. ee speifically mme. i didttnk bes nottt nddd iun to mae honey woldd afct ll thsei ns it;s nottjusflos.. rit, vegetabls , hhhey ll eed es. that;;;s our whoie saet t rigt thhereo. tk way prodce, that a ffects theentireannima nnndom. and the, offf course... he humn species? s if theres no ore polinat ion, it ould ll jst go s outh hr, uldn;; it? ik no whsi a lso pparly my aultt.how abot ssuicidpact? ho do w d t? - i ll sting yu, you tep on me.- hajst kils youtwice. igt, rgh t . liste barry.. sor rybbbt i otta ggetgoig a d oopn y moui t and tak. vanssa vanssa? whar you lla vg? wh erre aaar e you goi ng? t t h fnal ornmen o f ros praide iii nn npasdena .heyvvveovd it to tis weke becaus e all the flwrsare dying. it;s te lat cance i;;lleerhaeo se it. aaes,iiia justwwna ay i;;;m sory. n ver eianti t to ur n out lii ke tis.. ik nw. m neithear. tourna ment o oses.roses cn;;t o sports.. w ait a mmionuate. ross.roes? roses! va nneuss a! osss es? bary? -o ere ffl ow r s - s,heyarre. f lws,,beeas, pllen i kkkno. tha why this s th lat parade. aye not . aouo ak h to slo w dow n? ooudd you slow dwn? brry ! ok i mde a hugge missstak e . th i s s a total dister, allmy fault. ysit kind of is. ive rneudhea p lane t.. i an ted to epp yo with the flo shppp i;; vee ade it wose .actually it; ;s coemp letel closedd down. ttthought aybe ou wwwee remodeling. bbut i hae nth er ia, ad its ggreaerthan my prrrvoosideas cbneud. i n;;tt wan to hear it!!! a ll rigtt, te hae th e rses, ter osess hae th e polln. kkkkknow ever bee, pla nt and lwerbud in thisp ark. all we tta o s gggethat the;;votbk h hhere w twhatwe;;;ve go -b ees. - p ark. - pllen- flowes. -rep ollina ion!- acrss th e nationn!tournam en of ose s,pasade, oaliforna. hey;;ve gt nothingbut lowrs,flloats and ccoton candy. security willbeigh. i hae anidea. aness loome, ft official flo l usiess.i;; real. sorry ma;a. nie brrooch thank ou. it w aos a gift. once inns de, e jus pick the rgt fot. ow b ut te rincess an heo pa? i ol d be thhe pri ncess,ad you co uld be th e! yes, iot it. - wereshouldd i sit ?- wh aee you - i belllive ii;;;m th epe. - the pa? it oes uunerr the mattresses. nt in th fairy tale weethart. -i;;;;m getig the arshl od hat this whole parad e is a fiasco lt; s se hat is bbab y;;ldo. hy, what are yo d ddong? !t he all we do is blend i witaeffic... ...wwitthut rousin g suspicion.o nce at he airppot,thers o stttopin u. stop security. - you a ourinne cpak yur float? - ye.ha s ibee nnn your pssesionthentire time? woul d yu rrrove yorr s hoes - rem ov yourrr sssinger - it;s parof e. i know . justh aing somme fu n. enjy yor fligh. then iff we;r luuky, we;llavee justenough olle ttto do the j ob. o anyoubeevehw ucky wwe re we ha ve jst no upollettto do th jo! ithin this isgonn ork... it;s got t work. atention, pas egers, tius is ptains ot. we hae a b of badwethe r i n new yrk. itlooks lie we;;;ll expeirioence accoupl hhours dely. barryth e se r ut flowrsss ithhho water. t h;; ll eve makit. i gotta gt upttherend t alk to thmmm. bea c eful. oan i ggget help witt h sky mmaoll mmmgaze? 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Summertime Happy Daze - Chapter Two

Summary: Working in a small, local grocery store down by the shore has its perks; good pay, free food and seven handsome coworkers. Your first day back after two years abroad your happy summer days have just begun. 

Genre: Slice of Life, Friendship, Romance (fluff), Hurt and Comfort, AU

Pairings: BTS ot7 x Reader

Warnings: Language, Panic Attack, Flashbacks 

Word Count: 7730

Based on TRUE Daily Events

⤎Previous 

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What was only minutes felt like hours as the cold began to slice through your skin. An air of panic had built as you and Yoongi stared, bug-eyed, at each other. The broken handle seemed to mock you as it laid on the ground, it's frozen metal face like a bad joke, and no one was laughing.

"Oh shit, Yoongi. What do we do?" You asked, breath shaky.

Yoongi swallowed, wetting his lips with his tongue. He thought for a moment before bending down to pick up the handle and then attempted to reattach it to the gaping hole from where it was once fixed. The handle gave a little cry of resistance and then fell back down to the ground with a 'clunk.' Well, so much for that.

"Fuck. Hold on." He said and picked the handle back up. When his second attempt failed, Yoongi inspected the face bore and cursed. "Dammit. I think a piece is missing."

"Shit, seriously?" Your eyes blew wide.

Yoongi nodded. "I think so... It should be around here somewhere."

Instantly, the two of you were on your hands and knees, searching for a piece that would belong to a door, though what that looked like neither of you knew. Your kneecaps ached against the freezing floor and a knot in your throat formed when you were coming up short-handed. You looked behind boxes, stretched hands beneath shelves and overturned every crate you could see, but there was no sign of the missing piece anywhere.

"Did you find anything?" You turned to look at Yoongi who had just finished setting a bucket of raw chicken thighs down.

"No." He shook his head in defeat.

"Fuck."

You scraped a hand through your hair and shivered. Cold pricked against your skin and almost every hair on your body was erect as your nose began to drip. The temperature seemed to drop by the second, the gravity of the situation lodging like a pit in your stomach. What do we do? Shit. What do we do? It's getting so cold I can barely feel my hands. Shit. Fuck. Shit.

Yoongi, picking up on your struggle, placed a hand on your shoulder in reassurance. "Let's stay calm ok? We'll call out to Namjoon and Tae and get some help from the other side."

You nodded with a quaking lip.

The two of you pounded on the door and yelled in hopes of catching the attention of your two other coworkers, praying to God that they were nearby and not in the midst of helping customers.

"Namjoon! Taehyung!"

You heard a curious murmur that progressively grew louder as the two boys approached. You could practically see Namjoon's scrunched brow, wondering what could possibly be going on from inside the walk-in. There was a jostling sound from the other side, then a few moments of silence passed followed by a rap on the door.

"Are you guys ok?" It was Taehyung who answered first.

"What happened?" Namjoon's voice followed.

Yoongi let out a breath of relief, little cotton puffs haloing his lips from the cold air. "The door handle fell off and we're trapped inside."

"Shit." Namjoon groaned. "I thought I told you guys to be careful!" His voice was scolding, but there was a clear underlying tone of worry laced in his words.

Yoongi's shoulders flattened. "Now's not the time for a lecture, Joon."

You heard the butcher sigh heavily, knowing he was trying his best to think logically amidst this bad circumstance. "Ok, ok, you're right. I'll go get Jin."

"Hyung, I'll stay here with them!" Taehyung said after him.

"Hurry! It's cold as fuck in here!"

As you heard Namjoon's retreating footsteps, you shifted your attention to Yoongi, a clear look of fear swimming in your eyes. Yoongi smiled meekly and grabbed your arms, rubbing them with the best encouragement he could offer.

"Hey, don't worry. Namjoon and Jin will figure out what to do."

You sniffed, looking around the giant fridge.

The walk-in wasn't tiny, but it was also not very big. The door was the type that sealed shut without a crack as to maintain the temperature, keeping the chilled air from escaping out into the deli. Fluorescent lights beamed off the icy white walls and made you feel like you were surrounded by flashing paparazzi cameras. You gulped, dizzy.

You didn't bode well in enclosed spaces, especially enclosed spaces below thirty degrees, and you could feel your claustrophobia creep up your nerves. The walls felt like they were inching closer with every breath you took and your vision became narrowed as the worst case scenarios flooded your mind. You were starting to get that lightheaded, too-warm feeling that meant you were either going to hurl or fall down soon.

What if they can't figure out what to do? What if we're trapped in here for hours? What if Namjoon and Jin don't make it here in time? Shit, we're gonna freeze.

Not being able to stand any longer, you sank down to the floor and pulled your legs into yourself for comfort. Oh no. It's happening. You thought, the familiar sensation of a panic attack draped around you like a wet blanket.

Yoongi crouched down beside you with the barest of touch on the small of your back. "Y/N, what's wrong?"

"I uh... sorry, I just..." You trailed, not knowing how to put it in words.

Your heart pounded against your ribs as you inhaled a breath. The rise and fall of your chest stung with every constriction of your lungs and pools of moisture trilled down your back. Yoongi frowned.

"What is it?"

You shook your head. The panic only intensified as your leg began to convulse with jittery thrusts and you swallowed thickly. Your breathing shallowed.

"It's nothing. T-this happens sometimes... I get nervous... " You bit back your words feeling extremely embarrassed for this to be happening in front of Yoongi of all people. Hurling definitely felt like the possible outcome.

"What happens? Tell me what's going on."

"Really.. it's nothing." You started, your body hot and freezing at the same time.

"It doesn't look like nothing to me." Yoongi eyed you with concern.

You'd be damned if you were going to admit you were having a panic attack, so you shook your head again and shoved your head between your knees. You wished Yoongi would just back off and let anxious dogs lie, but that smart-ass, god-bless-his-soul of a man refused to relent.

"Does your tummy hurt?" He asked.

Fuck yes your tummy fucking hurt. And your heart, and your brain, and goddammit it's cold. Why does Jin keep the walk-in so motherfucking cold? Part of you wanted to tell him to stop asking questions and let you be, but words just weren't finding you.

As if your silence was an answer, it finally occurred to Yoongi what was happening. He pulled back a little bit.

"Oh..." His eyes widened. "Oh." Yoongi's expression mixed with emotions, contemplating what to do. "Hey Y/N. Is it ok if I touch you now?"

Excuse me, what?  Not knowing how to answer, you remained quiet.

"Ok." Yoongi said carefully. "I'm going to touch you now."

After a moment, you felt yourself being pulled forward as he cradled you against his chest. You could hear the gentle drum of his heartbeat and his body felt warm, though he was clearly as cold as you were by the way he shivered.

"Shh. It's gonna be ok Y/N." He whispered, his breath feverish against the shell of your ear.

"Hyung, what's happening?" Taehyung's voice called from the deli.

Yoongi's lips dipped, eyebrows furrowed in consideration. "I think..." He paused, thinking about his words. "Y/N's tummy hurts." He said, rubbing circles on your back. Something told you he knew exactly what was happening by how he'd asked permission to touch you, and you were more than grateful that he had respected your confidentiality.

"Is she ok?" Taehyung paused. "Sorry. Stupid question. Y/N it's going to be fine, I promise. We're going to figure this out."

From the other side, the raven-haired boy was seated on the ground, his face smushed against the metal door as he tried to hear what was proceeding. Worried was an understatement.

"Dammit. Where are they?" Taehyung bit his lip and looked back towards the front of the deli.

Inside the walk-in, Yoongi patted your back, using a soothing tempo that he hoped would calm you. Running a hand through your hair, he sighed. He understood that there was very little he could say to comfort you, so he decided to walk you through the anxiety instead.

"Hey. Y/N. Let's talk about something." He tried.

You sniffed. "A-about what?"

Yoongi shrugged. "I don't know, what do you want to talk about?"

"U-um..." You had trouble thinking of a topic, so you said "The s-store seems like it's g-going well." Great conversation starter. You sneezed.

Yoongi laughed. "Does it?" He rested his chin on your head. "I'm not sure. The store's been lonely without you."

"W-what?" You stuttered, wondering if you had heard correctly. You hadn't realized they were clenched shut until your eyes snapped open at his confession.

Yoongi's voice was gentle as he looked over to an assembly of chicken barrels, cheeks slightly flushed with embarrassment. "Everyone's missed you so much, you know? Jin, Jimin and the others. Not me, obviously." You laughed a little at that, making Yoongi smirk. "It's uh... not the same without you. Quiet." Yoongi wanted to walk off a cliff at how cheesy he sounded. "Hey. Remember that time when Hoseok got so sunburned that he could barely move? He whined about using sunblock like a baby and we all thought he was crazy. He looked like a walking hotdog by the end of the day--well deserved might I add--but you made sure he applied plenty of aloe."

"He's so s-stupid sometimes." You grinned against your arm.

"Stupid. But means well." He paused. "I think."  

"And Namjoon b-burned all the barbecue." You muttered.

"That's right." He chuckled lowly. "And then you spent hours showing him how to grill the food correctly."

"HE STILL BURNED EVERYTHING THOUGH!" Taehyung yelled from behind the door.

Another smile tugged at your lips as you could recall that afternoon very clearly. You could smell the salt of the ocean and how the warmth of the sticky sun greased your bare skin. The horizon had been an intoxicating shade of pink that day and the sounds of seagulls a pleasant melody amongst the cloudless sky. You could see the boys in their swimming trunks, splashing around in the water like puppies and the whoops of joy they had expressed as they ran down the shoreline in a flurry of sand and seashells. The taste of Namjoon's poor cooking ghosted your tongue as you brought up the image of everyone scraping charred pieces of meat and veggies with their fingers. The way Hoseok looked like a lobster after refusing to properly administer sunscreen played through your mind and you thought of later that evening when you had all packed up to go home.

"Aish. How did this happen?" Hoseok had whined, poking at his seared skin gingerly.

"We told you to reapply after swimming hyung." Jungkook had noted as he folded up the beach umbrella.

"But the bottle said waterproof!"

A little laugh escaped your lips. "So stupid..."

You felt Yoongi shift as he smiled against your hair. "Yeah. We really are. Stupid."

You felt your heart rate slow to a soft pitter-pat, and your clammy hands loosened their grasp from around Yoongi's hoodie, tangled nerves beginning to unravel. The nauseousness dispersed from your stomach, your jelly-like limbs regaining their strength. It took a minute for your mind to clear. Then abruptly, you pulled away in sheer mortification. Only one day back and you're already sobbing into a man's sweatshirt. What the actual fuck.

Fucking get yourself together you psycho! "I'm sorry." You mumbled.

Yoongi leant back slightly and smiled, unbothered. "Don't be."

Minutes flew by as you sat together in silence. Yoongi remained crouched by your side on the ground, watching you closely but you refused to meet his gaze. Blood rushed to your face as you realized you must have seemed incredibly insane just moments ago. Any confidence you had regained this morning shattered, and you felt your pride fly out the window and sail away into the distance.

You opened and closed your mouth, wanting to say something, anything, but words were lost to you.

From outside, a murmur of voices had clustered around the door. It sounded like Taehyung was talking to someone by the way his husky voice shifted in intervals. Your ears perked as the new voices of Jimin and Hoseok became apparent and you could hear Namjoon saying something in response, his tone flat but serious. Finally, Jin spoke.

"I don't care what it is, do whatever it takes to get them out. Stat."

Your shoulders slumped in relief at the sound of your boss's fierce, silky voice.

Yoongi touched your face with his fingers, the cool silver of his rings steamed against your blushing cheeks. "You see?" He said. "They're gonna do everything they can to make sure we get outta here."

You shivered and then sneezed. Shuddering, you hugged yourself tighter. Yoongi clucked his tongue and took off his hoodie then forced it over your head, helping your trembling arms through the respective sockets. Your own clothes had been baggy to begin with, but his sweatshirt was far bigger and encompassed you in a toasty blanket of heat that thawed your frozen bones. Your blush deepened, though you gripped the sleeves with sunken nails and steeped in the warmth and smell of mint. You noticed underneath he only had on a white, skin-hugging t-shirt that accentuated his lean muscles–a sight you would have normally found delicious if it weren't for your concern about his well-being.

"Aren't you gonna freeze?" You asked.

Yoongi just shrugged. "Don't worry about it."

You began to protest, but he silenced you with a finger as if to say 'don't start with me' so you nodded and pulled your knees to your chest.

"Thank you."

"Mmhmm."

As time ticked by with quiet, you found yourself wondering. Coming down off your anxiety-ridden high, you realized how flawlessly Yoongi had executed his actions and you began to wonder to yourself how he'd known exactly what to do instead of flying off to a corner of ignorance and aversion. Physical contact, consoling, grounding. The three steps of aiding a person rooted in an episode of panic. The three steps Yoongi had demonstrated with ease and precision.

"Hey Yoongi." You piped up, fiddling with your nail beds as you stared at your feet. "I have a question."

"Shoot."

You picked at a hangnail, thinking how to phrase your question. "Um... how did you know what to do?"

Yoongi fixed you with a perplexed look. "Know how to do what?"

You shrugged smalley, shrinking back into yourself, a twinge of shame poked at your gut. "You know... how to calm me down?"

"Oh." He considered his response for a second. You lifted your head when he didn't say anything and your eyes were met with an intense stare as he replied earnestly. "I have some experience."

You blinked at him. That was an answer you didn't expect.

What does he mean by 'experience?' You briefly speculated. Then it hit you, and suddenly you didn't need him to explain. Oh.

"Yoongi, I-"

'VROOOOOOOOOO–' A loud noise blasted from outside the door, the deafening blare of an electric bolt-screw interrupting your sentence. You and Yoongi exchanged looks of confusion as it hummed boisterously from the other side of the walk-in door. You covered your ears. It went on for a good five minutes before subsiding into stillness and you eyed the door skeptically as nothing happened. Then suddenly, the metal fortress jerked back with a thump and the glare of sunshine poured through the open void in a stream of whites and golds.

Simultaneously, you both stood up, your bodies stiff from the frosty air and muscles cracking under the pressure of sitting for so long on the glacial floor. You stepped out towards the light and blinked, adjusting your vision. Without warning, a ball of blonde hair catapulted into your arms and hugged you tightly as if you were a lost lover, finally reunited. The smell of flowers and soap wafted through your nose and baby-pink cashmere cloaked you like a curtain. It was Jimin.

"I was so worried! Are you ok? Oh my gosh you're so cold!" The boy pulled out from his embrace and rubbed his hands up and down your shoulders in attempts to warm you.

A wide smile spread across your lips. You'd never been so happy to see his pretty face.

"Hey Jiminnie. I'm ok." You said, pinching his cheeks. You breathed deeply, soaking up the new found heat of the deli.

Jimin let his arms fall, his eyes held yours with a worried expression. "You're blue."

You laughed softly. "Am I? Well it is cold in there. I don't recommend getting trapped inside, it's not fun."

Jimin made a face. "I'm just glad you're alright. If it weren't for Jungkook and Namjoon hyung, well... I don't want to imagine what could have happened."

You noticed off to the side, Jungkook and Namjoon busy heaving the giant door away from the walk-in, having unbolted its hinges in order to set you free. Their muscles flexed like gods as they moved it with incredible power, placing it to rest against the wooden counter of the sandwich block. You shot them a grateful look, which they returned with relieved smiles.

"Oh you poor thing!" Hoseok swooped through the room with a red fleece blanket that he then draped around your shoulders. His deep brown eyes twinkled with fret and his lips were pulled into a frown of concern. "Here you go, sweetheart. Do you want some tea?"

You shook your head. To be honest, tea sounded nice, but you didn't want him to go through the trouble. Just the sight of his face was enough to toast your wintry insides. "No, thank you."

"Do you need anything else? Some food? A heating pad? I can get you some aspirin if you'd like. I know I have some here somewhere..." The gardener fussed, reminding you of a clucking mother.

"No. I'm ok. I promise."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"You'd tell me if you weren't sure, right?"

"Yes Hobi!" You laughed, touched by his maternal affection.

Hoseok squinted, not quite believing you. "Alright..."

Then suddenly, two sets of arms wrapped around you from each side as Taehyung and Jungkook gathered you up in a double hug. The strength of their biceps squeezing your waist had you gasping for air and you squirmed for release, but neither of them let up as they buried their noses in your frigid hair.

"Guys. Can't. Breathe." You squeaked.

"Sorry Y/N." Jungkook said, clearly not sorry.

"We've captured you, and we're not letting go!" Taehyung cheered.

"Seriously guys, air!"

"Yah! Don't crowed her!" The squawking voice of Jin cut through the room.

You craned your neck to see the shopkeeper, his perfect hair messy and his cheeks painted pink as your eyes met. He was standing behind the others with his arms folded firmly over his aproned chest. You could tell he was trying to look calm, but there was the distinct hint of worry slapped across his features.

"You know, I was in there too." Yoongi rolled his onyx eyes as he brushed past the flock of bodies to lean against the butcher's block. He palmed his arms to create circulation and sniffed his cherry nose to keep it from running.

Jimin dismissed him with a wave of his hand. "Your heart is already frozen solid, hyung."

"You didn't do anything to her in there did you?" Jungkook raised a brow, lip turned up in jest.

Hoseok gasped. "The quiet ones are always the ones to look out for!"

Even Namjoon stiffened, throwing daggers at Yoongi's sea-green head.

Yoongi groaned, rubbing at his oncoming headache.

You smiled to yourself. If only they knew.

Taehyung looked down at you, a sudden serious expression fresh on his face. "Are you really ok?"

You sighed. Yoongi may have said your tummy hurt, but Taehyung wasn't stupid. Not that stupid at least. "I'm fine Tae. I promise." You said, ignoring the curious glances that shifted between you and Taehyung.

He furrowed his brows and made a face that said he wanted to say more, but, acknowledging your resistance, he backed off with a nod.

"Is everything ok?"

"What's going on, I can't see."

"I think someone got trapped inside the freezer."

"Oh no. That's terrible."

An ocean of hushed whispers pricked your ears and you turned to look up front at a small hub of customers who had gathered to witness the whole incident. Looks of concern mixed with intrigue at the promise of drama had you avert your gaze to the tiled floor of the deli. You felt watched. With all those wandering eyes and the boys fussing over you like a lost puppy, you suddenly felt very self-conscious and very embarrassed that you had been the cause of such a scene. Because leave it to you to walk straight into a cheesy twenty-first century drama.

Jin cleared his throat. Taehyung and Jungkook released you from their strongholds as the shopkeeper approached you with a gentle smile. He touched your arm softly and you shivered, though you were no longer cold. With eyes that could melt buckets of ice, he brushed a stray lock away from your face.

"Hey there." He said.

You smiled weakly. "Hi."

"Some first day back, eh?"

You laughed, faltering. "You're telling me."

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The moon was barely a sphere in the sky, peering from behind the clouds like a game of peek-a-boo as the sun took its final call for the day. The streets bathed in amber, glowed amidst the black of the paved road and lent a dazzling ray of evening light. It was quiet, save for the churn of automobile tires as they sped down the road in a glide of red taillights. The weather had shifted considerably, the greasy summer heat lessened to a sizzle and cool sails of air blew by reliably.

The streets were massive, like a highway, only less traffic, and the sidewalks merged so that the only barrier of protection they offered were painted white lines that stretched along the ground and out into the distance. You were strolling down the flat streets of the main boulevard, hands tucked into the pouch of Yoongi's hoodie, clocked out and work finished for the evening.

After recovering from the events back at Kim's Market, the day had pretty much returned to normal. Well, as normal as a day at Kim's could get. There had been no trouble reattaching the door to the walk-in, though there was still the matter of the broken handle, so Jin had decided that until everything was completely safe, the fridge was off limits. It was a relief that the walk-in itself still worked, otherwise the perishables inside would spoil. However, no one wanted to risk a repeat of what had happened so the shopkeeper had roped it off with some yellow caution tape and instructed Jungkook to fix the handle in the morning.

From beside you, Yoongi stretched, his muscles a ripple of pent up knots and a little sliver of stomach exposed itself from underneath his white t-shirt. The seafoam-green of his hair glittered a bright lime color against the setting sun and his handsome features lulled in a peaceful trance as he looked straight ahead. A curtain of awkward tension drifted between you two as you walked together in silence.

When you had gathered up your belongings from your locker, Yoongi had approached you with an offer to walk you home, an offer you had hesitated to take. You had told him your parent's house was only about ten minutes away by foot and that there was really no need, but he had insisted. And you, not wanting to be rude, accepted. So here you were, walking side by side and not a word exchanged as the hum of cars raced by.

Minutes dragged along painfully. You fiddled with your keys, tracing the outline of your cat-shaped key-fob to soothe your nerves. The weight of the anxiety attack hung on your neck and you found yourself without a word to say. You didn't know what to say, really. Shame was always something you had trouble vocalizing and 'sorry' seemed like much too much of an understatement by this point.

You glanced at Yoongi. Not seeming to mind the quiet, the man's eyes were fixed to the ground, the length of his lashes casted shadows beautifully amongst his sculpted cheekbones and his poreless skin glistened gold resembling the scales of a koi fish. Your lips parted in awe. He looked serene, like a portrait from a mid-centuries painting.

Having registered your stare, Yoongi lifted his head and turned to meet your eyes, their onyx shade of black pooled in reflected light.

"What?" He raised a brow.

You blushed, quickly throwing your gaze back in front of you. "N-nothing."

At 11th Street and Beachfront, you gestured for Yoongi to follow you around the corner. The road was open; rows of pretty, decorated beach houses lined the sides with cars parked out front of their porches or tucked away safely in driveways. The first house on the corner was huge, buried in wildlife and lawn chairs and an old tire swing hung from the tree branch of a large oak, its worn yellow twine caked with sap. A group of young children were gathered around it, crying in delight as they took turns pushing and swinging. One of the kids, a small mousy girl in a pink tank top, waved at you with a toothy grin. You smiled and waved back.

Here, the sun came slantwise through the trees across the road and made long gold stripes of light along the pavement. You walked along one of the gold stripes, watching your incredibly tall shadow walking before you. You heard Yoongi snort and you blushed, realizing you must have looked childish, like one of those kids playing back at the tire swing.

Your own house resided towards the end of the road, just by the narrow, sandy pathway that led out to the beach. Three houses down to be exact. It had been a long time since any of the boys had been to your parent's house and Yoongi's presence brought up the memory of your birthday when you had invited them over to celebrate. You remembered playing man hunt that night–a game you loved to play down at the shore, since the neighborhood was relatively safe and it offered many great hiding places amongst the bushes and trees. And since it had been your birthday, you had been tasked with tracking down your coworkers whilst guarding a lone pepsi can that sat in the middle of your driveway. Your eyes darted across your surroundings, recalling almost all their hiding spots with ease. Because on top of being an amazing sandwich maker, you were also a master at manhunt.

Jin had been the first to be found. The shopkeeper had been hiding behind a hoard of garbage bins, head tucked into his knees and hands folded over his head in a crouching fetal-position.

"Jin! I see you!" You had called and then raced after him as he attempted to flee.

"Seeing isn't enough! You gotta catch me first!" He had called back, speeding down the street in a blur of white. And you did. Catch him, that is.

Jungkook and Taehyung had been found next. The youngest boys thought they'd been smart by posing as friends on someone else's porch, but they had been too still and too quiet for a couple of teenagers on a Saturday night.

"Taehyung! Jungkook!"

"Oh shit!" Taehyung had faltered as you placed a hand on his shoulder and tagged him out.

"I told you we shoulda hid in the garden." Jungkook mumbled, pouting.

Jimin had been squatting in the thick of a bush, shielded by dark leaves and twisting prongs. You had had difficulty finding him amidst their shaded protection, but the glint of his corn colored hair had been a dead giveaway under the moon's radiant glare.

"Jimin!" You had yelled out, then paused, noticing he had been having trouble untangling himself. "You ok?"

"Yeah... just... gotta...shit, I can't move. Ok. You got me." He frowned in defeat.

You had laughed as you helped pull the poor boy out from the tumble of gnarly branches.

Namjoon and Yoongi had been the last to be found. The two older males had sought cover from beneath your patio, chests pressed tightly into the dirt. You may have never discovered them if it weren't for Namjoon who had freaked when a garden snake slithered over his burly hands. He had howled so loud you almost thought he'd been seriously wounded or something.

"Shut up! She's gonna find us!" Yoongi had knocked him over the head and shushed him but it had been too late. Once their hiding spot had been revealed, the two boys had dashed in opposite directions in attempts to throw you off, but Namjoon had tripped over his own feet and Yoongi--once again, god-bless him--had stopped running in order to help him up.

"Can you not be a total klutz for two seconds?" The older had muttered, eyeing Namjoon with contempt.

You had looked at them with a triumphant smirk, pride oozing from your eyes as you had gazed upon your captured prey.

Now all that had been left was...

"I did it!" Hoseok had whooped joys of victory as he kicked the can on your driveway and sent it flying into the trees.

The satisfaction on your face wavered as the gardener gathered you up in his arms and twirled you around in a fit of giggles. You'd let your guard down for seconds, not realizing it was just long enough for Hoseok to emerge from his hiding spot and sprint through the night time breeze like a fucking gazelle. Damn those long legs.

"Where were you hiding?" You had moped, lip jutting cutely in his arms.

His eyes had twinkled with stars as he placed your feet back to earth. "It's a secret."

The faintest smile ghosted your lips as you were pulled back to the present. He never did tell you where his hiding spot had been.

The blare of your porch light signaled your arrival so you stopped and turned toward Yoongi who was looking at your house as if he too were recounting a good memory. You hugged your arms sheepishly and rocked on the balls of your feet, not knowing whether you should say something or wait for him to speak first. Feeling your gaze, he turned his head and fixed his eyes with yours.

"Here we are." Yoongi said.

"Here we are..." You repeated. "Um... thanks–for walking me home I mean."

He grinned. "Sure. Don't mention it.".

Your throat felt swollen as you swallowed. "Right. So... see you tomorrow?"

Yoongi nodded thoughtfully. No more words were forming in your brain, so you turned on your heel with a wave and began to ascend the staircase.

Then you remembered.

"Yoongi, wait! Your hoodie!" You called, lifting the hem over your stomach.

Yoongi looked over his shoulder and smiled wide, the largest one you had ever seen him wear. "Keep it. It looks better on you."

You stood there, dumbfounded as he once again commenced his retreat and disappeared down the road. You stayed planted in your spot even well after he was out of view, twirling your hair like a ring around your fingers. You grimaced, suddenly annoyed with yourself. What were you, a lovesick school girl?

With a second glance at the empty street, you turned and walked up the stairs to your door. You paused in front of it, staring at your reflection in the crystalline glass–you did look cute, in an elfish-sort of way– and smiled stupidly before shoving your keys into the lock. The door gave a subtle 'creak' as you pushed against it and let yourself in. Right as you stepped inside, you were met with another set of wooden stairs that led to the kitchen and your parent's room while on the ground floor was your own bedroom and a bathroom. The air smelled like palm and floor cleaner with a hint of honey, a comforting and homely scent that reminded you of your mother. She liked things clean and tidy. You sighed, feeling the weight of your day leap off your shoulders and disappear into the dark of your home.

Flicking on the lights, you tossed your neck to the side and generated a ripple of cracks that rolled through your spine. God, you were drained. Some alone-time was long overdue. You sniffed your clothes and shuddered, the smell of meat and cheese invading your nose. I guess let's start with a shower... and a change of clothes.

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Red lights flashed through your eyes. Broken bottles littered the ground, their shards of glass glinting angrily and the whir of a ceiling fan pierced through the room. The sounds of sirens blared aggressively in your ears like someone was screaming bloody murder. You felt dizzy, the taste of alcohol rose from your throat and a horrible smell like rotting garbage filled your nose. There was a knock on your door and then a streak of light filled the dark, the sound of footsteps echoing in its wake.

Suddenly you felt yourself moving, waving side to side, your brain rattling in your skull as you were lifted in the air. Everything hurt, your body heavy as it sunk into a hard, padded surface. The slow beat of your heart pounded in your head and your breathing had faded into a shallow hum amidst your ribs. You squinted. Although your vision was blurry, you could make out a huddle of faces peering down at you, their features cloudy and smeared.

'What is happening?' You wanted to shout at them, though nothing came out. You had the need to turn over and vomit, but your stomach was empty and your muscles were limp so you let out a strangled groan of pain instead.

Someone shook you, their hands careful not to hurt you, however, strong enough to send a jolt through your listless frame.

"L/N-san!" From somewhere your name was called.

Who's that? Who are you? What's going on?

Your mind started to blank and the world spun, turning white; a hot white that struck your nerves with searing agony.

Make it stop. Please.

A pair of hands lifted your shirt, their fingers like ice against your burning flesh and from somewhere else another pair of hands smacked your face. Your eyes rolled, unable to focus. A foreign voice barked orders you couldn't understand, their tone frantic and demanding. A slew of other unfamiliar voices answered followed by a repetitive beeping that made your head ache. Then there was a pressure of some kind of object on your chest, it was smooth and cold like metal. It rested on your skin like pools of solid water and you shuddered under its icy touch. All of a sudden, electricity surged through you, snapping your back off of the padded surface, fingers curling in convulsion. You gasped out a scream, an explosion of colored dots clouding your vision.

Stop! No more...

You begged for relief, tears streaming down your cheeks as the world was consumed by shadows.

"L/N-san! L/N-san!"

"Fuck!" You jolted upright in your bed.

With shaky hands, you clutched the fabric of your floral white comforter, sweat pouring down your back as you gulped buckets of air. Mouth dry and head pounding, you sighed heavily, rubbing your temples to ease the throbbing pain.

Great. Another dream.

You wiped the sleep from your eyes and stared vacantly around your room, wondering what time it was. By the way the sun glowed weakly, it couldn't have been past 8:00. After stretching your arms you rolled back on your side and combed the covers and pillows for your phone, finding it buried deep beneath the sheets by your feet. You must have thrashed in your slumbers, otherwise you had no idea how it could have possibly ended up there. Tapping your finger against the screen you squinted in discomfort as the light shone brightly in your face.

6:20 am.

A little moan escaped your lips as you fell back into the poofy embrace of your mattress. For a few minutes, you allowed yourself the luxury of lying on the bed, remembering your dream with vividity. Work didn't start until 11:00 and knowing you'd never be able to get back to sleep, you suddenly found a lot of time on your hands.

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A/N

Hope you guys enjoyed the second chapter! Chapters 1-2 were written this summer, so the writing may change from here on out. Just an FYI. Sorry for the wordiness, I'm trying to tone it down.

Cial

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Tao dung tinh mang cua cl de bao ve su sang vl cua tk hinh wung y la cang dau tim cang cung co su sang cho dua no2s nhieu dua nghe king dac dao di

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Con cua kbn team a that team 1 dien k a kbn o lau

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Lanh dan no do hp lay tho

Thom t3 qua min roi ziu kinh qua ma j22 nem doi da

Qua cheat sheet fund raising bun dua je du ko leo leo keo lay leo keo lay keo keo lay keo lay keo lay team keo qua

Help chua kh anh 10 auto kill any

Help mocs team can xd anyone co roi du bun2 nhuc quen tu bc di dang cd dom team qua

Do tai tu thay minh thien tai lay clvua kbn qua

Do that tribh em a um trum helpppp qua

Do nhuc gium king 1 cho suf bao nhuc toi cet qua

Do y la con loip nhay 6k a tnt a cho

Quay lai koop liop loop qua

That tui hia o do het roi xiu anh 21 conh ne qua do ko biet con mem ko qua

De an mew 2 qunag hi nheo phat ne qua

De an nt

Dam phat qua

Raikikikikikiji qua

Maha xiu wua

Truot qua jump a qua king 2 king 4 1 qua

De an nhu kia co bagit

Qya ly choooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo maha xin ki qua

Ton ti hinh maja choij y la deja vu khi cc wua hi choe lay lu lay kbn keo wua

Cheat sheet n qua

That wua ton tu gauuuu wua qua

Cheat n bun hung kings dien

Qua

Old hai droooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo wua qua

Raiki wua qua

Mew chooooooooooooooooooo qua

Raikikikikikikikikikikiki jn cha qua

Chooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cho huad de an xiu nha kings het nen en qua

Phat qua

Cho hua nha sm town walk

Lay lu qua

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Gauuuuuuuuuuu by 98 qua 99 argggggghhgggggggggghghgghggggggggggg gau mep meo qua 100 anggggggggggggggggggggh qua 99 meoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo tr nam ang qua lu meo dt tu do qua 99 meo moewth meoooooooooooooooth qua moewth cuoi moewthhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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Truot ban raikiiiiiiiii qua truot mahahahaha shooooooot qua mahahahahahaha ton tu im qua

Do ton y la karma tron xiu qua

Ngai cua phat ngoi qua

Nhu cu dien ing 4h bai vo chp

Thao liey roi tao a wu dua xut cut a day lai ted cp ac cho wung toms y la cho em o do gio voi td do nay gio sm town sm p

Lay hn keo diet times tu lay lu mv dang cap vu tru giet chul

Cuu dungs ng thg

Of cho qua

Nhay maha raiki bap xing kep keo nus lai di

Qua nua

Qua

Nus mum day hi that tele ft e keo doi htn oi bang nguoi oi qua di ele lay davua lum ngay con yeu ted roi cuop phong em cong khai roi hai cong lhai roi dung hinh nhu me em keo hv y la xuq co lqm admin 2 leo keo do hi khinh lay keo lay keo lay kick keo

Y la do do cua anh dep cc keo

Thiet gtbt noi kieu gi cung vay keo

May ng do im duoc ko leo la keo

Gfs y la hqi dua dua lay p23 dua kia tele do canh af a 25 keo hv do kbn keo lay chu keo chu keo ted che keo ted khinh keo nguu xiu khoi che duoc triet keo

Y la hai no thich hv davua ko can biet keo nguu xuy keo ro nhu town o do keo lay chup tay dua keo lay no nhu mep a leo keo lay keo

Hi do davu keo nh do xiu keo lay keo lqy keo

Pin mep thuan keo lay chip tau meo keo lay keo lay keo

Meo la pika xiu keo y la do ft em la milotic keo em

No do no xai do t xong xem bai trum di thi ho han gtbt hien la hrt do wua team

Gfs hien cmnr keo lqy chup tay moi keo

Lay ly hi that qua

Ngu best min keo lay meo lau ghe bo

Giua team hieu ko keo lay keo

Ngu lqi ne dua lay lau keo lqu lay keo

Anh 10 nhu cu keo lqy lay chup tay deo keo keo

Do bo hi kick ngu hi keo lqy keo

Y la co ma hi ppn that

Hi no do giong y cc keo ngu ghe keo anh 10 gue

Hieu dd leo keo

Y la hv cua gai am am fail nhu hct sao ki keo linh xiu tha giet anj

Y la kar shit tot dv same keo

Nt nha tu gio viet tat

Qua

Linh het bt that dau ig n bao ghe lam

Hieu hi t la mem no dua em bi ti choi lo nhu ban cc

Chim lon n hoi sao ko tu choi hv khoau m

Lat phat keo lay kick ngoi ngai no lam a

Dv tao mat keo lay dua hv hi

Anh 10 phu can phat

Y la ch

Qua

Qua

Phat het hi

Ko dam thu cc team

Day jn gium y la tui no bi khue ta a

Ted tao thay do may hap toan keo

Choi ma bede gium lu ted tao ko dam biet them nua keo lay keo

Help cheat de do am town ngu du roi

Qua

M chuo di cho

Y la no do ho gf moi la trum all duoc roi anh lin

Gfs y la co cho do lay sh lanh ho no

Moi thay noi dunh ba dua tro len team

Ted no chia hv a nen nc thay gtbt keo

Gf moi y la khuc mahah ep a

Hi giua vl y la em noi cho ria a huy best roi keo 99 hoi o do hon lro keo y la cai bqi chuq cho cho team monj q keo q y la noi la ko dung toi hv a keo lay chu keo lqy tnt kick q keo khinh keo chup keo lay keo lqy q mep kittt keo lay lo hi keo lay keo that kb vu kia moi a linh cmn cam thoi a tr that dac cc ngoai keo lat keo lay keo la cai cot a mat ko a no giu ele n hen ne tmm 1 dua cai khic do dua yii f lun coi hoai ma ko quen dua fk duoc a ghe team keo xua davua lay keo ted tan ne

That keo lay lay keo keo lat lay keo

A sao lay lep keo lay keo chup keo

Toi nu du roi keo lqy lqy lay keo om hihi du ne khoai a dep hon em nua keo lqy keo chup keo lay keo chup tay dua keo ted tah je

Lay M hi keo ai vay cmcnl sai bc vl ko biet luon may a keo nuoc mpi ghe tom ban than keo

No do king dac dao no ngoi hay lam keo chup tay L meo q keo lay tan q keo lay chup tay huhu kro keo lay tnt tao nhung qua nha keo lay ghe bghe

Hi thay nho king 2 buff a keo

Tha ho nha may bac het moi tinh that beat cc tnt kia y la tiwn ngay xua a la phai bi ay au giong hoan quan a may cai lo do pets vo coi thu V lay tinh keo lay scoo xiu y la em dong Dalphine voi tui wle ab scoo etc a roi moi sang clvua level vobac lqy tiec tien keo lay ko ko thay do team keo lay keo lay keo lay keo lqy lay keo lqy lay keo layx cheat tt keo chup keo lqy lay keo chip chup lo fo huhuhu keo lay keo lat lay kwo do kick

Kro do hi khinh meo q no do hg thing team

Keo lay chui so keo

Hieu team y la tao la la ban chet keo lay keo

Loop may bac oi kiem sisi o lai minh nha

Qua

Truot jumping up wua hi sinh ld

Qua truot lay qms do keo

Qua khoi keo

Qua truot mr qua hi truot tiep scoeeeeeoooooooo wua qua mahahahahahagahahagahagahah qua ton tu help qua mahahahahahagahahag qua

Bed help ted qua j2/ nhuc hon j22 qua

Min keo qua truot roi dien tiep

Jy o day that khuc bi a toi qua toi gio dau ranh ten hen giua team qua truot quang ten len koa qua truot tap hongkong macap ne may dua ki team in the mood for light a toi tap heroin ai dien weeds us anh 21 thai lu wua qua

Y la kk a qua kump o do hi moi hieu do hk team y la tan du cua su giau sang la invin qua kump ton tu q maha cho xiu qua ton tu qua truot min roi anh team chieu 9 luon a cut team

E bun3 het xebf ci roi cone ne bun2 co rii s goc ko he keo bun lay co luon

Qua hi doi kk map dung roi em keo

Bach mat nhan quan

Y la cho qua cokynp a qua jynx dau

Hi ke doi kk said la keo

Xiu qua ppn qua y la doi o day nghi etc la ve cc qua lay scy nus xin vo truot luon qua scy de noi may vu nay hop tr keo qua

Scy y la nguyen dan khuyet tat chac cua map de lai tr ngoai vay ko qua scy map y la ghen duoc tieu gium ma hai a ppn ko co deli qua scy no do ppn chui di

Qua scy help giong thay roi tao aa qua hi bat cc qua scy yeu qua scy aU day aks lai hen gi qua ktsc tr qua len kia o cc y la tu lam hv tr hoai djs tn a qua hi vf said mum qua tnt hieu cung qua dd thoi qua

Nguu ttlmnn qua len kia koooooooo qua nguu lenniimmmnmmhhhhhhhh qua do dc nguu de a qua nguu help tao bat cc roi qua con tnts voi em o day a qua y la em viet moi cccccccccccccccc qua

Gtbt team jump kl vo hi sang ma gap cc said clv keo

Hoi hieu hieu team bv help hieu het biet truoc y la qua toi mai no kiem nua cc a t xiu gtbt etc qua y la em tiec tien chua xai do cung dep trai lai goi qua dep qua tao tha hi dunh chu said ppn hinh tao di vs dh hu me con mat keo

T help dao ko ghen qhia qua hi do hv y la dap gfs a dap tui cc hoai hi no do bao lt atdjn biet tao chi hv nl nhuc rsikikikiki qua keo chup tay raikou tron cute keo chup jn do

Raikiki keo lay keo

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Fpt plz y la song bts lo tao ko a cut tao by wu dtvl ne htn rhay oi help em hoan mu nhu hn day moi hieu em cho di

Qua truot ne pika biet roi dd lam do cho qua

Same bun3 nth day y la ko co gi lam vut doi hv that make cc la nhin giong em a da nhu cut em a oh hay lololololo ftvl sp day

Assfc hoi mai diwn nua ko s15 duoc 15h a day

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