#i sleep now but i will do more in the morning hueheueheuehu

[jincherie]

but what would namjoon do when he found out you took in gumiho!yoongi to live with you?? what then?? (from vulpine yoongi fic)

But what happens when Namjoon finds out that you promised a gumiho accommodation in your own home?

You pale immediately, the thought finally making it's very belated trek across your brain. Oh. You hadn't thought that far--no, let's be honest. You hadn't thought at all. For entirety of the time it took you to promise a supernatural creature a place in your home, your head had been remarkably, astoundingly empty.

Namjoon will probably kill you. Or worse-- tell you to your face that he's disappointed in you.

You didn't realise you'd stopped stirring your coffee in the woes of your dreadful realisation until something brushes either side of your waist and the resulting jump in fright makes the spoon drop and clatter against the mug.

"Christ!"

The hands that clasped the dip of your waist tightened their hold, claws digging in ever so tantalising-- a shiver rolls down your spine before you can think to stop it.

"You're tense," it's a velvet purr that thrums beside your head, breath brushing the shell of your ear like the lightest autumn breeze. "I can help with that-- although, I hope you don't have anything you need to do today. I'm awfully hungry, and I'm feeling a little gluttinous."

Your face is hot, the sensation flushing down your neck and making your shoulders pinch slightly.

"I just realised something," you say, attempting to ignore the way the demon has taken to dragging his nail up over your ribs, catching in the material of your shirt and tugging every so often. "I made a mistake-- you have to move out. Namjoon will kill me if he finds out I was stupid enough to--"

"Namjoon?" The fox queries, and you don't like the way he seems to be familiar with the name. "Is this one of your friends? The one with dimples who looks like someone I'd wine and dine on ? Your little box was making noise and I saw a picture, so I fiddled with it to try and silence it and someone started talking to me."

You feel your blood run cold, but he isn't done nailing your coffin yet. "So I asked the voice why it was talking to me, and it ignored me-- the absolute audacity of it, by the way. Just what kind of friends do you keep, girl?-- to ask where you were. So I told him you were busy giving yourself sustenance, presumably so I could snack on you later, and that if he was ever so rude to me, a gumiho of such high standing, again, then I would rip his heart out and eat it whole."

Yoongi rests his chin on your shoulder, the sharp angle digging in. You stand stock still, speechless and still processing what he told you. "I think he learned his place after that, because he didn't speak and the little box turned off."

Once he finishes speaking, you're left to simply stare and contemplate where your life has brought you in the past week. If you weren't sure of your imminent death before, then you certainly are now.

Namjoon is about fifteen minutes away, but he's probably speeding on his way here-- that means you have approximately 9 minutes to shove the gumiho in a closet somewhere and destroy any hint that he exists.

You were wrong before, you're still in the frying pan, and the fire is coming your way with scorching wrath at a speed of 80mph.

#vulpine #ask #anon #ask game #ask my muse #this was fun!!!! #i sleep now but i will do more in the morning hueheueheuehu