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borathae · 4 months

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“Taehyung doesn’t possess patience when it comes to reconnecting with his boyfriend. Jungkook’s there to remind him to take it easy despite the aching longing.”

Pairing: Vampire!Taehyung x Vampire!Jungkook

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut, some domestic Fluff in the beginning, Polyamory!AU

Warnings: Taehyung has major FOMO poor boy, he misses his poly family :(, then Kookie comes back home heheh, this is disgusting nasty porn yall, the neediest vampire sex ever, Hard Dom & Top!Jungkook, neediest sub & Bottom!Taehyung, tears, drool, painful anal without preparation at first because Tae wants it, before Kook decides enough is enough and prepares him, strength & muscle kink, feral play (this is a needy Ripper "hunting" a needy Normal besties), rimjob, anal fingering, anal fisting (the real deal), he takes him into a headlock as he does it, lube enema, dirty talk, huge ownership kink (Tae calls Kook "Owner" and Kook calls him "property"), slight dollification, praise, degradation, hair pulling, big dicks, non painful anal as well, oh Tae you impatient bottom, rough blood drinking, stuff goes up Tae's ass which shouldn't go up his ass jsjjsj, besties you have no idea how unhinged this is, but it is also insanely soft and safe, the most comforting aftercare, they're so in love omfg

Wordcount: 8.8k

a/n: this is based on anonie's idea, i probably made it way hornier than you wanted it but i couldn't help myself, i was ovulating as i worked on it fajdsjfa i feel like i need to write your idea as well hahah keep it tame because this is quite frankly nasty porn bahahha enjoy besties, this is so disgusting omfg 😩💜

Taehyung has been alone at the estate for five days. Truly and really alone. You, Yoongi and Hoseok are visiting Seokjin and Emma in Gordes. Jimin is currently visiting friends in London and won’t be home for another week. And Jungkook, well, Jungkook has been on a boxing camp trip for a week now. Which leaves poor Taehyung all alone at the estate.

He could have obviously gone to Gordes as well or went with Jimin, and Jungkook would have probably liked him there with him as well, but Taehyung had a painting to finish. He really wanted to finish it. Being alone at the estate, trapped in the ecstatic state of painting was fun for the first three days, but Taehyung has been beginning to feel lonely. A painting can only distract him that much before the sad state of himself comes creeping up on him.

Taehyung hadn’t even realised how much of his day actually consists of being with his forever family. Be it voluntarily or just simply by existing in the same space together. Taehyung really began to miss those small moments of quality time.

Painting doesn’t feel as nice anymore and he regrets not accompanying one of his friends. He could be in Gordes right now, sipping French wine with his friends, he could be in London right now chatting with Jimin and his friends, he could also be in some rural American boxing camp, watching Jungkook hit punches at other boxing lovers. He could be somewhere else other than his lonely, quiet atelier.

Taehyung huffs out air in frustration and drops the paint brush in the water. He doesn’t want to paint anymore.

He gets up and leaves the atelier and soon his wing. The estate is so big and so empty. Every room he passes makes him feel more and more frustrated.

Perhaps he could talk to someone on the phone. The time shows eight at night, so everyone must still be awake.

He tries you first. You don’t pick up your phone, but a text message arrives soon after.

- Sweetest ♡: I’m sorry, my darling but we’re currently at a wine tasting and I can’t talk here. I’ll call back later. I love you ♡

Taehyung pouts. A wine tasting?? This is so unfair! He wants to be at a wine tasting as well!

He sends you an answer with a jealous pout on his lips.

- Taehyung: Don’t worry about it. Have fun, my darling ♡

- Sweetest ♡: We do. We’re thinking of you, sweetiepie eheh ♡

You attached a selfie of you and the others. Seokjin and Emma are glued together. Emma is grinning brightly, while Seokjin smolders like always. Yoongi has his arm around you, throwing up a peace sign with a toothless smile, while you in contrast show your upper and lower teeth in a cute smile. Hoseok is the one holding the phone, making a cute kissy face at the camera. You all have a wine glass in your hands.

Taehyung smiles and pouts at the same time. As much as he feels sad about it, he also really likes this selfie. You took this picture just for him, thinking of him, but he wants to be on it as well! It’s unfair! He wants to be on the selfie and not here!

- Taehyung: I want to be with you :( I regret my decision of staying here :(

- Sweetest ♡: Nooo Tete, I’m sorry you feel this way :( maybe you could still book a ticket and come here belated?

- Taehyung: Perhaps I will truly do this. I shall talk to Jimin first. I need to hear human voices again.

- Sweetest ♡: Gosh, I understand :( I promise once I have time, I’ll call you back ♡

- Taehyung: Take your time. I love you ♡

- Sweetest ♡: Love you more, darling sweetest sugerbutt ♡

Taehyung laughs, scrunching his nose. He likes it when you call him silly nicknames. This instantly lifted his mood. He sends you one last text which consists of laughing emojis and a heart, then tries to call Jimin.

His best friend picks up after the fifth ring. Loud techno music fills Taehyung’s speaker instantly.

“Hey Tete, I can’t talk right now. We’re at this rave and it’s crazy loud here. I’ll call you back later.”

The phone call ends again. Taehyung pouts. Well, that was a fail. This is so unfair! One friend group is spending their evening tasting French wine, while the other is getting drunk at a rave. Taehyung has never in his life felt more left out than he does right now. This is so unfair!

He tries to call Jungkook. Perhaps he will finally give him the kind of human contact he needs.

“Hey”

“Kookie, he-”

“You’ve reached my voicemail which means I’m currently not available. Leave your message after the beep, I’ll definitely forget to listen to it. Byee.”

The phone beeps.

“For heaven’s sake, Kook. Why must you start your stupid message with a greeting? Do you have any idea of the hope that I just lost? The betrayal I feel? How could you do this to me? I am aching in loneliness and you betray me so cruelly. I won’t forgive you. Change your voice message”, Taehyung rants and ends the call with a huff of air and an aggressive slam of his finger.

Taehyung feels guilty instantly. This was terribly mean. He calls Jungkook again, hoping that he will pick up, even if he knows that he won’t.

“Hey. You’ve reached my voicemail which means I’m currently not available. Leave your message after the beep, I’ll definitely forget to listen to it. Byee.”

“Please forgive me. I didn’t mean my last voice message. It is just that…I am so lonely and I need you with me again. I should have never stayed here. Oh Kookie, I miss you. Okay, uhm, goodbye.”

He ends the call again and stuffs his phone into his pocket. Well, this didn’t help.

Now Taehyung experiences major jealousy on top of all the loneliness as well. He wants to taste wine and dance at raves and be at boxing camps. He wants to be included!

Taehyung spends the next hours sulking in the sitting room. Jimin doesn’t call back, you don’t call back and Jungkook doesn’t call back either. Taehyung is going to die alone. This is what is going to happen. He is going to die from loneliness and the grief of being so left out.

Taehyung goes to sleep without any kind of phone calls coming in, but wakes up to sorry messages from you and Jimin.

Jimin sent his message at around four twenty five in the morning.

- Jimin ♡: I’m so sorry, I just came home from the rave. I tried to call, but you are sleeping already. I hope you didn’t wait for it for too long.

- Taehyung: I didn’t. It’s okay. I hope you aren’t too hungover. ♡

He opens your chat next. They arrived last night at around two.

- Sweetest ♡: TETE I'M SORRY IFGORIT TI CALL

- Sweetest ♡: IM DRUNJ AND YONGUS IS TELLING EE TO STOP TEXT7NG

- Sweetest ♡: but I wanma text yiu and say sorry

- Sweetest ♡: TTET I.M SORRY I LOVE YOU SO MICH PLEAWE DONT BE SAD YOU VAN COME HEER IF YOI WNAT TO

- Sweetest ♡: 😭😭😭

Taehyung smiles. You are cute.

- Taehyung: It seems that the wine tasting was successful 🤣 just sleep it off, darling. I understand ♡

He locks his phone again and rolls out of bed. The loneliness still remains, but at least he feels assured that his friends tried to call once they actually found the time. Everyone except Jungkook. He is still giving Taehyung the silent treatment.

Insecurity joins the loneliness and jealousy. What if he is doing it on purpose? What if Jungkook doesn’t want to talk to him?

Taehyung spends most of his morning hours analysing every text message they exchanged and looking at every picture he sent. He analyses everything. Every word, every letter and every face he can spot in the pictures. He can see a lot of faces which are exactly Jungkook’s type. And even more body types which are exactly his taste.

What if he is moving on with people from the boxing camp? What if he is forgetting about him because he has people way more his type by his side?

Taehyung spends the early afternoon hours feeling sorry for himself and crying in insecurity. Yes, the abandoned estate is definitely not doing him well.

Taehyung is in his wing, feeling sad and lonely, when he hears the front door open. He abandons his painting and uses his powers to get to the entrance.

He doesn’t even bother to use the stairs, flinging himself over the railing so he can jump down this way. He lands quietly, but still startles whoever walked through the front door.

“Geez! You scared me, oh my god!”

“Jungkook! Jungkook, you are home!?”

“Hey there, oof”, Jungkook says and grunts, stumbling back as he gets Taehyung throwing himself around his neck. His back knocks into the door from the force of Taehyung’s jump, making Jungkook both laugh and grunt.

“You’re home! You’re home!”

Taehyung wraps his legs around his waist, using his strength to keep himself glued to Jungkook. The latter drops his bags and slides his hands under Taehyung’s butt to support him.

“Welcome home to me, I guess. Are you okay? Are you crying?”

“Yes.”

“Why? Baby, what’s the matter?”

“Why did you ignore me? Did I do something?”

“I’m sorry Tae, fuck. I’ve been travelling since yesterday and didn’t have my phone turned on. Did you need something?”

“Yes. You”, Taehyung says and lifts his head.

Jungkook clicks his tongue, reaching up to wipe the tears away. His eyes are soft in adoration. He keeps one hand under Taehyung’s butt, using the back of his other hand to wipe his cheeks and on the side he can reach easier, he uses his thumb to dry his tears. Taehyung leans into the touches, sniffling with the biggest pout on his lips.

“God Tae, you old sap. I’m here now though.”

“Good”, Taehyung says and slams his lips down onto Jungkook’s.

“Mhm”, he lets out, accepting his fate with a fond chuckle. Taehyung isn’t going to break this kiss any time soon. That much is sure.

Jungkook collides with the wall, gasping loudly at the rough contact. Taehyung latches himself onto him, burying his face in the crook of his neck. He whimpers and mewls, sucking on Jungkook’s skin as if his life depended on it.

“Tae, fuck”, Jungkook purrs, rolling his eyes back sensually and tilting his head to the side. Taehyung’s fangs grace his skin sometimes, his long fingers dig deep into his flesh. His boyfriend is desperate and he lets Jungkook feel it.

“Fuck baby, that feels so good, fuck”, Jungkook purrs, groping Taehyung’s hips to get him closer. He even lifts his knee just enough that Taehyung can hump it.

He was correct. Taehyung didn’t break the kiss in a long time. Jungkook doesn’t know how long he spent carrying him as he kissed him in the entrance hall. He probably would still do it if he hadn’t set him down gently and made the mistake of breaking the kiss.

“Can I at least take off my coat?” he asked, but Taehyung didn’t let him.

Taehyung ripped it off of him and then grabbed him by the collar of his shirt to drag him upstairs. Jungkook followed with laughter and attempted complaints to slow down, but Taehyung merely silenced him with deep kisses and needy groping.

Jungkook doesn’t know how long it took them to get to Taehyung’s wing. The walk isn’t long normally, but Taehyung kept pressing him against whatever surface closest and then proceeded to kiss him forever. Truly, Jungkook didn’t even get to breathe properly, let alone speak words.

Taehyung lifts his puffy lips from Jungkook’s heavily marked neck. He groans as he does, grabbing his boyfriend by his clothes so he could drag him again. Jungkook lets it happen with a laugh, throwing his head back in joy.

“Fuck Tae, just let me come home. I was on a plane not long ago, I’m disoriented.”

“Come home with my help”, Taehyung answers him and throws him onto his atelier’s fur rug.

Jungkook falls, laughing loudly because the entire situation is hilariously cute to him. He loves being welcomed home this way. He really does.

“Fuck Tae, you needy baby”, he laughs. His dark hair is a mess, Taehyung messes it up even more when he mounts his lap and then drags him into a sloppy kiss by his hair.

Jungkook purrs deeply, kissing him back happily. His strong hands come to grasp his boyfriend’s body, dimpling the softness of his thighs and marking his waist as his’.

By now, it is clear to him what this night will bring. Bodies reconnecting in the most carnal of ways. He doesn’t dislike this idea. On the contrary, the sweatpants he’s been wearing have become rather tight around his crotch and breathing is so difficult when all he can do is fight for air. He missed Taehyung. He really did.

Jungkook wasn’t supposed to come home for another week, but couldn’t take the distance anymore. With a yearning heart, he booked a plane ticket and decided to surprise Taehyung by coming home earlier than planned. The aching for his warm touch and lovely voice was just too grande. Jungkook had hoped that Taehyung would welcome him home passionately, smiling into the kiss now that it is finally his sweet reality.

Taehyung’s weight is atop his swollen cock, grinding and grinding and grinding against him in needy riding motions. The chuckles once present on Jungkook’s swollen lips get replaced by deep purrs of desperation.

“Fuck. Tae”, he murmurs between kisses, “I’m hard for you. Fuck. So hard.”

The kiss breaks through Taehyung’s will. Jungkook is left gasping and chasing his lips. Not for long however because then they are busy parting in shock as he watches Taehyung rip his own clothes from his body. Yes, truly and honestly rip. The fabric rips easily under his immense strength. Not even the leather belt stands a chance, getting thrown to the side.

“Damn baby…”

Once entirely naked and exposed, Taehyung grabs Jungkook’s shirt. His heavy, swollen cock slaps against his own stomach with each movement, but neither man cares right now. Taehyung because he needs to get Jungkook naked and the latter because he fears for his shirt’s life.

“Wait! Don’t!” Jungkook blurts out and sits up to take it off quickly, “don’t rip my clothes. I like them.”

“Hurry up, please”, Taehyung begs, leaking onto Jungkook’s lap because his cock is so, so lonely. He is kneeling for now, giving Jungkook space to move.

“Jesus fuck Tae, what’s gotten into you? I’ve never seen you that horny before” Jungkook mumbles, taking off his pants as well.

“I was so lonely. Oh Kook, I was so lonely.”

“I’m here now, baby.”

“Please don’t listen to the voice messages I left.”

Jungkook meets Taehyung’s eyes. He is smirking playfully while Taehyung seems embarrassed.

“I am serious.”

“You know that I really wanna do it now, don’t you?”

“No. They’re stupid”, Taehyung says and hooks his hands in Jungkook’s briefs.

Rip!

“Hey!” Jungkook gasps, watching with big eyes as Taehyung throws his destroyed briefs over his shoulders, “what the hell? I told you that I’ll do it, didn’t I? Huh? Where did you get that lube from? Tae wait, what are you doing?”

Taehyung scrambles onto Jungkook’s lap higher and pushes him down into the rug again. Jungkook moans, connecting with the floor in a low thump.

“Tae give me a min- holy fuck”, Jungkook gasps and arches his back, gripping Taehyung’s waist desperately. Taehyung is jerking his cock quickly, using lube to make it slip easier, “Tae…holy fuck ahmmm”, he purrs deeply, looking just a little dazed.

“I need you”, Taehyung chokes out and positions himself over Jungkook’s cock.

“Tae, you didn’t even stretch”, Jungkook gasps, sitting up in horror as he watches his terribly unprepared boyfriend lower his hips closer and closer to his cock. He grips his hips, tries to stop him but too late. His unstretched hole comes in contact with Jungkook girthy cockhead. The resistance even hurts Jungkook and he has the easier job of sinking in, “baby, stop that.”

“Be quiet”, Taehyung murmurs and stubbornly pushes down. He rim protests in stinging pain.

“Hey, you’ll hurt yourself, hey”, Jungkook tries to stop him. He really, really does, but Taehyung is stubborn and he is desperate for cock.

He tries harder. Jungkook’s thick tip breaches his hole. The resistance breaks with a snap and then Taehyung sinks down three inches within the blink of an eye.

“Ah”, he lets out, convulsing in obvious discomfort.

“Holy fuck, you’re so tight”, Jungkook croaks, gasping for air as his brows shoot up in surprise.

Taehyung sobs, pushing his hips down even if his hole begs him to stop.

“Hey stop it please Tae”, Jungkook speaks softly but with worry in his voice, “come on, get off. I’ll eat you out, finger you until you’re loose.”

“Shut up”, Taehyung spits, finally lifting his head and giving Jungkook view of his tear-stained face, “I don’t want to be stretched. I don’t care about the pain, I just want to be with you again. Stop telling me to get off of you. Do you not want me? Is that it?” he babbles and sobs.

“Tae, no”, Jungkook gasps, cradling his cheeks, “of course I want you. Hey, don’t cry, hey it’s okay”, he whispers and begins littering his face with worried kisses.

“Then stop saying that”, Taehyung gets out and whimpers.

Jungkook bottoms out. Taehyung’s walls are almost painfully tight around his cock, his rim squeezes so harshly around his base that it feels as if he was wearing a cockring.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t wanna make you cry. I just worry”, Jungkook whispers and wipes his tears, “doesn’t it hurt?”

“I don’t care. I want to be with you”, Taehyung says and drops his face into the crook of Jungkook’s neck. He hugs him, burying his left hand deep in his hair and gripping his upper arm with his right hand, “please I want to be with you, please.”

“You can, baby. I’m not going anywhere”, Jungkook assures him, hugging him gently as his hand dances up and down his back.

“Do you want me?”

“Of course I do. I want you so bad.”

“Then show me.”

“What?”

“Show me”, Taehyung insists louder, squeezing Jungkook against him, “show me please”, he adds and whimpers as he tries to move on Jungkook’s cock.

The younger vampire understands. He wants him to do the fucking. Jungkook pushes his legs apart for better support and rolls his hips up. His cock has a hard time shifting inside Taehyung. The pained moan Taehyung releases was expected by Jungkook.

“Don’t you want to take it slow? I can barely move”, Jungkook says.

Taehyung shakes his head, giving his hair an impatient tug.

“Fine. One more time. I’ll move now”, Jungkook says and rolls his hips up.

Taehyung moans painfully again, scraping his nails over Jungkook’s scalp.

“Again. Now”, Jungkook warns him and bucks his hips up.

It is difficult for him to listen to Taehyung’s pained noises. He pulls him closer, trying to ease the pain by spreading his buttocks. It eases some of the pressure around his shaft, he hopes that it eases some of the burn for Taehyung as well.

“Again. Now”, he says and fucks his cock into his tight hole.

Taehyung shudders, fleeing the thrust instinctively.

“Please say something. Are you okay?” Jungkook begs and slides his fingers to Taehyung’s hole to soothe it. He rubs his burning rim in circular motions, keeping his hips still for now.

“It feels so good.”

“No, it doesn’t. You’re fleeing.”

“Please, I’m begging you, please”, Taehyung begs and sobs against Jungkook’s neck, “please don’t stop.”

“Fuck”, Jungkook gets out, gripping Taehyung’s ass to spread it. He rolls his hips up, biting down on his lower lip because the squeeze is incredibly intense. Taehyung’s tight walls basically drag Jungkook’s skin over his own cockhead, giving him sensations normally only a tight handjob brings with it. He drops his hips, squeezing Taehyung’s buttocks before he thrusts up again. It drags and drags and drags. He drops again.

“Fuck, I think you need more lube.”

“No, it’s perfect. Please.”

“It feels like your ass is fucking jerking me off. It’s so tight.”

“Good”, Taehyung convulses in a grateful sob, pressing his hips back onto Jungkook’s cock, “I’m serving you. Owner gets jerked with my useless ass.”

Jungkook throbs inside Taehyung. He widens his eyes, staring at the room with held breath.

“Owner?”

“I’m your property.”

“Tae”, Jungkook croaks and buries his right hand in his hair, “holy fuck, what are you saying?”

“Please tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“That you’re my owner.”

“I am. I fucking own you. Holy fuck, Tae”, Jungkook gets out and growls deeply, gripping Taehyung’s waist to keep his hips still. He fucks up into him. The pressure is still there, the squeeze of his rim didn’t get less.

Taehyung moans painfully, arching his back as he begs to be fucked through it.

“Keep breathing. I own you and I want you to fucking breathe for me, property. Understood?”

“Yes”, Taehyung mewls, nodding his head vigorously. He is drifting away into a headspace he hasn’t been in for a long time. Jungkook should have never ever been gone for as long as he did, because Taehyung should have never left this headspace for as long as he had to.

“That’s it. I like when you behave. I’ll do it again. Breathe in.”

Taehyung obeys.

“And out.”

Taehyung obeys for a second and then Jungkook’s cock stretching his hole makes him sob instead.

“In.”

Taehyung obeys. It doesn’t hurt when Jungkook pulls out. It feels good. Like something, which wasn’t supposed to be there, is finally getting removed. Of course that’s it. Jungkook’s cock is still an unwanted object for his hole. Of course it feels good when he pulls out and therefore removes it.

“Out.”

Taehyung obeys. The burn returns. Taehyung can barely exhale before his throat produces another pained whimper. He pushes back. He wants it to stop burning. He needs his body to understand that Jungkook isn’t unwanted, that his cock is familiar to his hole and that he is exactly where he is supposed to be. His heart knows, his brain as well, so why does his body refuse to acknowledge it?

“In.”

Taehyung obeys.

“Out.”

A second then it hurts and he whimpers.

“Why?” he sobs.

“What’s the matter?”

“Why doesn’t it get it? Why?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re not foreign. Why doesn’t it get it?”

“Who?”

“My body”, Taehyung lifts his head to stare at Jungkook with widened, teary eyes, “why doesn’t it want to accept you back? I want to have you back so bad. Why is it making it so hard?”

Jungkook frowns.

“Don’t look at me this way. Please, I’m not crazy.”

“Hey. Stop that”, Jungkook says and lifts him off his lap. He gets on his knees, carrying Taehyung in his arms. He keeps his cock inside because he is aware that if he pulled out, Taehyung might have a mental breakdown. It is obvious in how desperately he clings to him instantly and how he tries to clench even if that makes it hurt even more.

“You’re not crazy. You’re just impatient”, Jungkook speaks to him softly and full of patience. He lies him down on his back, supporting his head until it is safely engulfed in the fur of his rug. He pulls out.

“No. Please”, Taehyung begs, trying to pull him back with his legs around his hips, but Jungkook shakes them off. He grabs for him next, “please. Please don’t do this, please.”

“It’s okay, just keep breathing”, Jungkook assures him and takes Taehyung’s legs to slide them off his hips. He struggles for a bit as Taehyung tries to use his strength against him, “come on”, is all Jungkook needs to say for Taehyung’s legs to fall off of him like limp, useless things.

“That’s better”, Jungkook praises and positions himself over Taehyung.

Taehyung looks up at him. Sniffly, teary eyed and pouty. His normally big hands are balled into tiny fists, resting on his chest this way.

“Who knows what’s best for you?” Jungkook speaks in a soft voice, staring deep into his eyes.

“You”, Taehyung whispers.

“That’s right. And what does that mean for you?”

“Owner controls me.”

“That too, but…”

“I, I have to let you do what needs to, to be done.”

“Good job”, Jungkook praises and rewards Taehyung with kisses to his overly sensitive neck.

Taehyung moans shakily instantly, rolling his head to the side as far as it can go. Every kiss placed onto his skin feels better than the one before. Every kiss painted onto his body leaves him trembling for Jungkook. It feels so good to be adored.

Jungkook doesn’t stay on his neck for as long as Taehyung would have wanted him to, but he doesn’t get to complain because he makes up for it by kissing his way down to his nipples and taking them into his mouth.

Taehyung opens his legs as far as he can. He arches his back, gasps for air and whimpers even louder. His cock is throbbing, his hole is clenching and his veins are filling with electricity. It feels so good. Jungkook feels so good.

And again, he doesn’t stay on his nipples for as long as Taehyung wanted him too. And again, Taehyung doesn’t mind because he makes up for it.

Jungkook straightens up, kneeling by Taehyung’s side, and wraps his arms around Taehyung’s right thigh. He lifts his lower body off the ground and twists it just enough that he has access to his hole. He moans as he buries his face between his ass, closing his eyes because there is no sweeter taste to him.

Taehyung wails up in pleasure, gripping the fur of the rug and twisting it desperately just as Jungkook twists his body to gain access to his hole. He soothes the burn with eager licks, drawing the first moan of honest pleasure from Taehyung’s lips.

Jungkook purrs, furrowing his brows in bliss. Taehyung tastes like sweet lube and hints of his own cock. He licks it off of him eagerly until only the taste of his hole remains. Addictive. His taste is a fucking drug to Jungkook. He growls and buries his face deeper until his nose is surrounded by his musk and sweet scent.

“Kook…”

“You taste so good, holy fuck”, Jungkook lulls and fucks his tongue deeper, grinding his nose against his ass this way.

Taehyung whines and wiggles, trying to flee because it feels too good to handle. It triggers Jungkook’s hunting instincts, resulting in the Ripper to wrap his strong arms around Taehyung’s hips and keep them still this way. He growls into him, shoving his wet tongue into his hole in an almost punishing rhythm.

“Kook”, Taehyung wails into the rug, “please. Please Kook please.”

Jungkook answers him in growls and his tongue curling deep inside. His biceps is tensing, his fingers are bruising the soft parts of Taehyung’s waist. He can beg all he wants, Jungkook is going to show him how well he can prepare him.

He hates when Taehyung is impatient. It angers him. His boyfriend shouldn’t hurt himself just because he is too needy for his own sake. He should take it slow, stretch until his hole is shaped for Jungkook. His impatience is offensive to Jungkook. How dare he not take the best care of himself. How dare he neglect himself.

“It’s too much please, it’s too much”, Taehyung begs, grabbing bundles of the rug far above his head so he can drag himself away from Jungkook’s eager mouth.

Jungkook breaks away from him, hunting him with a deep growl of his name.

“Don’t flee”, he orders, grabbing Taehyung’s hips to drag him back.

Taehyung slides over the rug with a squeak and his trembling fingers losing grip on the rug.

“When I tell you that I wanna prepare you, you’re supposed to arch your back and let me do my fucking thing. Understood?”

“It feels too good, I can’t do this”, Taehyung mewls, fighting his boyfriend’s grip just so he can pull him back again. He loves this so much. To be so desired to be taken forcefully turns him on so much. This is exactly what he needed. He needed to be hunted and claimed.

“I don’t care. You’re gonna feel good. Now arch your back.”

Taehyung whimpers, getting to his knees and elbows to arch his back.

“That’s better. Such a good property”, Jungkook praises and buries his face back between Taehyung’s buttocks. He sucks and licks eagerly, feasting on his taste like a starved man.

“Kook please”, Taehyung chokes out, dropping his face on his own lower arm. He pulls his lips back in a mewl, furrowing his brows. He never should have gotten to his knees. It is difficult to keep the position when Jungkook makes his thighs shake so much.

It is moments like these which remind the two men how useless the passage of time is to them. The night ages, but they are still the same. Jungkook takes a lot of time feasting on his boyfriend’s sculpted ass. By the time he finally lifts his head again, Taehyung soaked the rug with his leaking cock and his legs barely want to support him.

“Holy fuck Tae”, Jungkook groans, “holy fuck, I need to bottle your taste so I can always have it. Holy fuck”, he moans and licks a thick stripe along Taehyung’s spine. He forces him onto the ground this way, using his body weight for it. It is an easy task to pin down Taehyung. He lets it happen willingly, tilting his head into unnatural angles just so Jungkook has access to his throat. Jungkook claims it with a guttural moan and his tongue leaving wet strips of ownership on his skin.

“Who do you belong to?” Jungkook rasps.

“You”, Taehyung whimpers.

Jungkook purrs, wrapping his stronger arm around Taehyung’s throat so he can take him into a headlock.

“Who owns you?”

“You.”

Jungkook drags Taehyung into a different position so he was spooning him. They are so close this way. Jungkook’s thick, swollen cock presses against Taehyung’s ass this way. Taehyung gasps for air in the tight headlock, drooling all over Jungkook’s arm.

“Who dictates your every step?”

“You”, Taehyung presses out and trembles.

“That’s right”, Jungkook closes his arm tighter around Taehyung, dragging his parted lips over his temple. He runs his other hand down his side, sliding it under his thigh, “lift your leg.”

Taehyung obeys happily, panting in excitement. Now it is finally time. He was patient and Jungkook will finally reward him with his cock. He lifts his bent leg as high as he can, arching his back so Jungkook has even better access to his needy hole.

“There we go. Such a good property”, Jungkook rasps and fills Taehyung’s hole.

With his finger. One of it. He is being purposefully cruel at this point. Taehyung could easily take three.

Taehyung huffs out air as much as he whimpers, pressing back into Jungkook’s hand in an attempt to get more.

Jungkook watches with a dirty grin on his lips, keeping his finger still so he can feel every desperate clench Taehyung’s hole is doing.

“Please”, Taehyung begs.

“Please what?”

“More. Please more.”

“But Tae. I need to prepare you.”

“Please Owner, please don’t do this to me, please”, Taehyung chokes out and grips Jungkook’s lower arm, “please, I need more please.”

“You’re adorable”, Jungkook rasps and buries two more fingers in Taehyung’s hole.

He can literally feel the relief in Taehyung’s sigh, watch it in the way his entire body relaxes and smell it in the thick droplets of pleasure seeping from his cock. He was so tense, but suddenly grows limp in Jungkook’s arms. As if Jungkook’s fingers pressed a button and shed his body of every burden ever.

His eyes roll back and close halfway, his mouth opens without ever closing. This is true bliss. This is how he looks when he finally experiences true bliss.

Jungkook feels a warm tug on his heart, his stomach flutters. He has the prettiest boyfriend. Look at him relaxing on his fingers. Look at him getting high on the feeling of them. Look at him being so perfect.

Jungkook leans down and kisses his cheek, keeping close afterwards. He begins moving inside him, fucking his fingers in and out slowly and curling them each time they press against his prostate.

“You’re so pretty”, Jungkook whispers.

“Kook”, Taehyung keens, spilling tears on his arm. He is pretty. He is desired, he is loved, he is wanted. His body grows so weak in relief that his leg drops and his hands slip from Jungkook’s lower arm.

“Hurts?” Jungkook asks, chasing him.

“More.”

Jungkook obeys, burying his pinkie inside him as well. His hole welcomes him greedily, swallowing his hand until he sits inside him to his knuckles. He throbs and convulses around him, burying his face in Jungkook’s arm. His moan is muffled like this, Jungkook feels it against his skin.

“Isn’t that so much better, hm?” Jungkook whispers deeply, “to let me prepare you and show you how slutty your hole can get? Mhm? Isn’t that so much better?”

“Yes”, Taehyung mewls, nodding his head vigorously. He pulls his lips back again, squeezing his eyes shut, “ah, ah, a-ah.”

“Keep moaning for me, that’s it. Such a good property. Fuck, I own the best boy”, Jungkook praises, twisting his hand deep inside Taehyung.

“Ohgnng”, Taehyung chokes out through gritted teeth, twisting a bundle of the fur rug. Jungkook watches it happen, just as he watches how much his fingers shook as he did it.

He repeats what he did before. Hand deep inside him. Twist it. Left and right, left and right, left and right. Shape his hole, stretch his rim, fill his walls. Twist, twist, twist.

Taehyung begins shaking so sweetly, drooling so much onto Jungkook’s arm that it is running down his sculpted paths by now.

Out again. Jungkook picks up the thick, wet pleasure Taehyung’s cock leaks and covers his hand with it.

“How’s my boy doing, hm?”

“Good…”

“That’s good to hear. Such a good property, I love owning you so much. Now breathe for me.”

Taehyung obeys, feeling dizzy. This is the best and safest headspace he has ever been in. He is owned. Desired. Pretty. Wanted. Taken care of. He is so safe. So, so safe.

Back again. Jungkook fills his boyfriend with his hand. No fingers left out. Hand slickened by Taehyung and body so close to him. Taehyung takes Jungkook’s fist as if he was born to do so, sobbing into his arm because nothing will ever prepare him for the fullness. There is no resistance, no pain. Just pleasure and the ecstatic knowledge that he is able to take an entire hand. His rim sits around Jungkook’s wrist, his walls pulsate around his hand.

“How’s that?”

“Good”, Taehyung whimpers, throbbing around Jungkook’s fist.

Jungkook curses under his breath, and drags his lips to Taehyung’s ear.

“You take a fist like no other, Tete”, he whispers raspily, twisting it inside him.

“You’re making me climax”, Taehyung mewls, convulsing around his fist.

“I am?”

He nods his head vigorously.

“Do you want it?”

He shakes his head vigorously.

“I figured. That’s my good property, you know your fucking place”, Jungkook praises and pulls his hand out.

Taehyung hole complains loudly, gaping around nothing.

“Oh god, it hurts”, Taehyung whines, twitching in the agony of getting edged.

“I know”, Jungkook says and sits up. He slides his arm from under Taehyung’s head and grabs the older vampire’s hips to lift them and fix his position. He turns his body so he was resting on his tummy, then places his hips back into the rug. He fixes the position of his bent leg, running his palm up the back of his thigh. He pushes his hips into the rug, forcing a shaky whimper to escape Taehyung because the movement grinds his cock against the fur. It sticks to his cock and feels rough. Taehyung opens his trembling fingers just so he can bury them deeper in the fur.

“There we go. You’re such a good property, letting me fix you like you’re my pretty doll.”

Taehyung mewls, shaking as if Jungkook just fucked him deep and hard. He loves being a doll. He especially loves being Jungkook’s doll. He loves it so, so much.

Sometimes, when Jungkook makes him feel especially safe, he slips into a doll-like headspace and when that happens, Jungkook truly controls everything which happens to Taehyung. He carries him around, fixes his positions, plays with him, dresses him up and most importantly bundles him in cozy blankets once he is done. And Taehyung loves every second of it, feeling so so safe that sometimes he ends up crying happy tears in Jungkook’s arms.

Taehyung loves being Jungkook’s pretty doll. He loves it so, so much.

Jungkook’s hands leave his body. Taehyung lies limp just like Jungkook’s pretty doll is supposed to, waiting for him impatiently patient. The sound of something being twisted open meets Taehyung’s ear, the sound of something being placed aside follows. A slight wet sound, then something seems to spread the wetness. Silence.

Jungkook’s left hand touches his butt and spreads it apart. Cool wetness touches his rim. Pressure. A stretch. It is nothing in comparison to Jungkook’s fist.

Taehyung mewls, trying to make sense of what is happening. Jungkook just inserted something in his hole, he knows that much, but it doesn’t feel like his fist nor his cock. It is hard and has plastic rills all over it.

Something cold and wet begins filling him up.

“Wh-what?” Taehyung gets out, reaching behind himself until he can hold Jungkook’s wrist, “what are you doing to me? What are you putting inside?”

“Do you feel it?”

“Yes.”

“How does it feel?”

“Cold. Wet.”

“Guess”, Jungkook says and more of it begins filling up his insides.

It is liquid. Very obviously. Taehyung tries to think even if his brain is getting scrambled. Liquid. Jungkook clearly opened something. Whatever is inside his ass feels hard like plastic and has the exact rills on its shaft like a bottle does. The lube bottle. Jungkook is feeding him lube straight from the bottle.

“Lube”, Taehyung gets out and whimpers, arching his back into the sensation.

“That’s right. I’m giving you a good, thick lube enema. Mhm? I know you like that, property.”

Taehyung sobs, convulsing desperately. Jungkook chuckles almost tauntingly.

“I knew you would like that”, he says and stops applying pressure on the bottle, “you know what to do?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

Jungkook pulls out the bottle. Taehyung tries to clench instantly, but fails. There is just way too much lube inside and Jungkook’s fist stretched him too wide. The lube seeps out of him in big, gooey globs, covering his ass on its way down.

“Sorry”, he squeaks, reaching behind himself in a desperate attempt to scoop it up and put it back inside. It doesn’t work. All it does is get his fingers messy.

“You’re cute”, Jungkook chuckles and swats his hands away, “you won’t get anywhere like this. Let me”, he says and presses Taehyung’s hips snug against the floor.

He pushes his cock between his ass, feeding his dripping hole his cock in one good thrust.

“Ah!” Taehyung screams up, throwing his head back.

“There we go, that’s gonna keep it inside”, Jungkook lulls and chases the sensation with sensual rolls of his hips.

Taehyung curls his toes, arches his back, clenches his hole, shakes. He can’t control any of the reactions washing over his body. He finally gets fucked by Jungkook. He needed his cock like nothing else. It doesn’t hurt anymore, it simply feels wonderful. The stretch is nice. The girth and impressive length fills him up so well and because Jungkook put so much fucking lube up his ass, there is not even a hint of friction.

“How’s that, my doll?” Jungkook asks him, running his big hands along Taehyung’s soft sides until he has his waist between his fingers.

“Faster, please”, Taehyung squeaks out.

“Like this?” Jungkook asks as his hips pick up speed skilfully. He keeps Taehyung pinned down with both hands on his lower back and his huge thighs caging in Taehyung’s.

“Kook, Koo-ook, oh god Kook!” Taehyung moans, throwing his head back as best as possible.

“That’s so much better. Fuck, I love fucking your ass when it’s like that”, Jungkook growls, drilling his huge cock up his boyfriend’s noisy hole, “don’t give me any of that unprepared, tight shit. Fuck, I love it most when you’re stretched. So fucking good, you’re such a good fucking property. Fuck.”

“Owner, ah Owner please.”

“Please what? Use your words.”

“Harder. Please!”

“You drive me fucking insane”, Jungkook growls and puts strength into his fast movements. Skin slaps against skin, lube spreads everywhere.

Taehyung wails, convulsing under him in pure ecstasy. He is getting drilled like a fucking animal. His hole keeps squirting lube, his ass keeps jiggling with each impact. He can feel Jungkook’s hip bones bruise his ass. It will begin hurting soon. Good. That means he is getting fucked hard and fast.

“Harder please! Harder!”

“Urgh Tae”, Jungkook spits and bares his fangs in an angry scowl. He doesn’t hold back anymore. He isn’t human and neither is Taehyung. There is no fragility needing to be considered, no weak bones or long healing times. Jungkook doesn’t need to hold back and it’s fucking glorious.

The marble under his knees cracks and breaks, forcing him to sink just a little deeper into Taehyung because of the sudden dent in the floor. Jungkook growls, breaking marble again as his toes try to grip.

“Fuck Tae. Fuck”, he spits, chasing the ecstasy of being so fucking free. No restraints. No fucking restraints. Freedom. Hot, wet freedom lies right between Taehyung’s legs and he is the only one getting it. He is getting all of it. Fucking all of it.

Taehyung wails, clawing at the rug because somehow he still hadn’t expected Jungkook to go so berserk on him. He wanted it, knew that Jungkook could do it and yet he still wasn’t ready. It feels so good that Taehyung swears he is in a constant state of orgasmic bliss. That would explain why his prostate burns so much and why his stomach keeps convulsing.

“You’re making my fucking cock grow. Holy fuck, Tae”, Jungkook growls and Taehyung swears he might rip his hole apart.

He reaches behind himself, clawing at Jungkook’s wrists until the younger vampire takes his hands and pins them above his head. He growls above him like a predator, drilling his fully grown vampire cock into his hole. Not an inch he leaves out. Not an inch misses out on Taehyung’s wet, burning insides.

“Stay still”, Jungkook commands in a demonic voice. He breathes in through gritted teeth, making a deep grumbling sound as he does. He breathes out, the grumbling is louder, bordering that of a growl.

“Big.”

“Yeah, I’m big. So fucking big”, Jungkook hisses and squeezes Taehyung’s wrists together, “take me. Take all of me. You’re my property. Holy fuck, I fucking own you. You’re mine. Mine. Mine. Mine”, his voice loses more and more of its humanity the longer he chants.

Taehyung is crying at this point, drooling into the rug as his nose becomes a snotty mess. It is obvious by now, he can’t stop fucking cumming. Jungkook’s cock is so big. His hips are punishing. His grip possessive and his words territorial. It makes Taehyung cum without a break in between.

“Mine. You’re mine. Mine, urgh Tae”, Jungkook growls and gives in. He buries his fangs deep in Taehyung’s neck, forcing the older vampire to scream up in a mixture of shock, pleasure and discomfort.

Taehyung tries to flee, writhe away, get the fangs out his neck. Jungkook doesn’t let him shake him off. He slams his hand onto the back of Taehyung’s head and applies pressure. The fangs in his neck grow, his cock does as well. Jungkook is losing his humanity. Even the last little bit of it. He is an animal, a monster. This is his truest form.

Jungkook growls and huffs out air like an angry bull, sucking on Taehyung’s neck as if his life depended on it.

Sudden acidic burning fills Taehyung’s veins. It truly hurts, forcing him to writhe under Jungkook helplessly. And the most fucked up part of it? Taehyung has to fucking squirt because of it. He reaches behind himself and twists Jungkook’s hair to pull him tighter to his neck while his own grown cock squirts into the rug.

Jungkook growls and moans, shooting his acid deep into Taehyung’s neck just as his huge cock shoots far up his ass. His. Taehyung is his. He makes sure that his body remembers in more ways than one. Pumped full of his cum and his acid, Taehyung is truly and perfectly marked as Jungkook’s possession.

Jungkook tenses up soon, dropping onto Taehyung as paralysation sets in. His huge cock is still throbbing inside him, his mouth is open and leaking saliva diluted blood all over Taehyung’s neck. Taehyung is destined to lie still and let Jungkook regain his control. He is heavy and stiff on top of him, his hot breath smells like blood and acid. Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut, crying softly. He is owned. He loves being owned. This just healed him. To be a prey so desired, to be devoured and brought to his limits. Taehyung feels so beautiful knowing that he could get Jungkook to lose control in such ways. He was desirable to him. He was good. Taehyung feels so beautiful and loved. So, so loved.

Jungkook begins moving soon, huffing out growled breaths as he pushes himself up onto his hands. He is still dripping blood from his mouth, his face is contorted into his truest form. Taehyung stays still, not daring to move and check up on him. Jungkook sounds scary and Taehyung has been reduced to a trembling, scared little thing. A happy thing, but scared nonetheless.

Jungkook pulls out of Taehyung’s ass and grips the lube bottle. He flips it to the bottle side and pushes it into Taehyung’s gaped asshole. This is calculated. This had a reason. Taehyung shouldn’t close up yet, he shouldn’t lose Jungkook’s cum. The bottle was the only thing big enough to fill his gape.

Taehyung whimpers, writhing helplessly.

“Don’t move. If I come back and see you having spilled my cum, I’m gonna hurt you till you’re crying. Got it?” Jungkook commands in a demonic voice and gives the bottle a soft push.

“Yes”, Taehyung squeaks.

“Good. Pray to my fucking name until I’m back”, Jungkook orders and stands up to leave Taehyung fucked and used up on the rug.

He is stumbling and panting, using furniture and walls to support himself. Humanity has to return to him. Jungkook is fighting the voices on his way outside.

Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut and does what Jungkook asked him to do. He starts praying. Praying to Jungkook’s name as if his life depended on it. The bottle in his ass is cold and therefore hurts. Jungkook shoved it so far up his ass that it is impossible to push it out. Not that he wants to push it out. It isn’t Jungkook’s cock though. Taehyung begins trembling as he begins missing him.

As if he sensed his boyfriend’s longing, Jungkook returns. He kneels down behind Taehyung and touches his lower back.

“You kept it inside. Good job”, he praises and pulls the bottle outside.

Taehyung hole makes a slutty sound and stays gaping. Part of his insides is showing itself to Jungkook. The latter traces it with his fingers, forcing whimpers out of Taehyung.

“I love when you gape”, Jungkook says and touches his thick rim with the tip of a buttplug.

Taehyung tenses up, arching into the toy. He knows what it is. He can’t wait for it.

Jungkook stops teasing and pushes. His gaped hole takes the toy easily, closing snug around it. It is a huge toy, but it is the only toy which could possibly fit right now. Jungkook shifts it from side to side until he is happy with its placement, then dances his hand to Taehyung’s inner thigh.

“There we go, now you’ll stay my property until I set you free”, he says and flips Taehyung with a push to his thigh.

Taehyung rolls over happily, looking up at Jungkook with glassy, devoted eyes. The latter continues caressing his inner thighs studying his cum covered cock and messy stomach. His vampiric face looks back at Taehyung. Black blood covers his chin, neck and parts of his chest.

“This wasn’t the last time I pump into you”, Jungkook says, “got it? The night’s still young and the estate’s empty for another three days. You’re gonna leak my cum for a week once I’m done with you.”

Taehyung whimpers, nodding his head obediently.

“Good that you understand.”

Taehyung lowers his eyes.

“You’re a bully.”

“You get off on it.”

Taehyung glances at him. Jungkook’s hard expression softens. Humanity returns to his eyes.

“How are you doing?” he asks him, massaging his waist gently.

“Ruined. I feel used up.”

“You are. I used you up”, Jungkook says and climbs over Taehyung. He takes the latter’s hands and pins them above his head, looking down at him with warm eyes, “but I own you, so I can do whatever I want with you.”

“You fed from me.”

“You always say that I can.”

“You can”, Taehyung blinks tears away, “I feel your acid fight my healing.”

“Is it unbearable? I’ll suck it outta you.”

“It’s not. It’s proof.”

“Proof?”

“Proof that I’m yours. That I’m your possession”, he spills tears, “that you want me.”

“Tae”, Jungkook returns. The loving, soft-spoken Jungkook returns. He cradles Taehyung’s cheeks and wipes his tears. He kisses his trembling lips and kisses his closed lids until his lips taste nothing but salty tears, “Tae, of course I want you. Tae, come on. Of course I do.”

“I know”, Taehyung whispers and smiles, “I just need to know for myself. I was so scared that you would forget me.”

“You were?”

Their eyes meet, racing between each other as Jungkook keeps caressing his cheeks and Taehyung holds his waist. He is sitting on Taehyung’s stomach, putting weight on it.

Taehyung nods his head, “I’ve analysed every photograph you sent me. I’ve memorized every face which wasn’t yours. They all look like your type.”

Jungkook shakes his head, “you are my type. Our poly family is my type. Not them. They’re just people who like the same sport as me. You were never in danger.”

“I wasn’t?”

“Of course not. Why do you think I came here a week earlier than planned?”

“Because you wanted your bed back?”

“No silly, because I missed you”, Jungkook says, pinching his cheek softly.

“Really?” Taehyung breathes.

“Of course. God Tae, I could never forget you my silly boy”, Jungkook says and begins peppering his face with kisses.

“Really?”

“Of course, my baby. Have you looked at yourself?”

Taehyung lowers his eyes shyly, “I don’t know.”

Jungkook sits up and clicks his tongue in distaste, looking down at Taehyung with a disapproving gleam in his eyes, “good, now I know where I’m fucking you next.”

Taehyung gawks up at him with parted lips and bated breath.

“In front of the mirror so I can show you all the things I love about you.”

“Oh”, Taehyung lets out and giggles.

Jungkook scrunches his nose, chuckling fondly. He pinches Taehyung’s cheek, leaning down to kiss it afterwards.

“You’re cute. I love you, my teddybear.”

“I love you too, my snugglebunny.”

The two vampires exchange a giddy look before Jungkook can’t take it anymore. He climbs off of Taehyung for the sole reason of picking him up bridal style.

“Where are we going?” Taehyung gasps, pressing himself closer instinctively.

“In front of the mirror. We’re continuing. I promise to be gentle this time around.”

“Already?”

“Got a problem with that?”

“No”, Taehyung giggles and leans his head onto Jungkook’s shoulder, “no, I don’t.”

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bonny-kookoo · 9 months

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Poor sweet tooth mc she just wants to be loved but is scared of getting hurt. Speaking of could you do a Drabble where she actually gets hurt but Yoongi and maybe even Jimin just think she’s being dramatic

Yall always want angst so there you go

"Its just a bruise baby, you're not gonna die." Jimin chuckles. You know that- you're not stupid. But you also know that it feels a lot worse than a bruise- and that Jimin isn't taking you seriously, probably because Yoongi isn't, either.

"I know you don't like going outside too much but you're being a little unreasonable now." Yoongi later sighs, crossing his arms- though he leaves you be in the living room, sitting outside in the backyard garden with Jimin to eat dinner, while you stay firmly planted on the couch, not eating anything.

It's only when Jungkook comes home that you finally feel like someone actually tries to find out what the problem really is.

You've had a little accident two days earlier- a misstep on the stairs in Yoongis house, making you miss two steps from them, leading you to harshly somewhat catch yourself on the way down. You didn't really fall- but you definitely landed weirdly on your leg, and in your humble opinion, didn't actually hit anything to cause a bruise.

So why is it bruising now? Why does it hurt so much?

Jungkook inspects your leg now on his day off, carefully assessing the damage visible before he lets you explain your symptoms and what led to it in the first place. He'd noticed you visibly limping oddly towards and from the breakfast table, worrying him a little.

"Is she still whining about the bruise?" Yoongi mumbles as he sits down on the couch a little further away from you both, and Jungkook sighs a bit to himself as he leans away to sit upright.

"Yoongi, I don't think it's just a bruise. Can you text Jimin and ask him to go see a doctor later?" He suggests, and Yoongi furrows his brows as Jimin walks in.

"She just tripped, she's always been a bit huffy when-" He starts to reason, but this time Yoongi actually shakes his head at him, before he looks at his hybrid again to urge him for more details.

"I think you might've torn a muscle." Jungkook tells you, softly running a hand over your leg. "From what you said it surely sounds and looks like it. Might wanna have someone take a proper look at it." Jungkook offers, and now, Yoongi feels some guilt creep up his throat.

He trusts Jungkook in stuff like this- after all, he rehabilitates hybrids and humans with exactly such injuries constantly, so he's got an eye for it.

"Oh- y-yeah, let's go right now then-" jimin stammers, looking anxious now, as Yoongi gets up with a hand on his shoulder.

"I'll drive." He offers quietly. "You go over and get her stuff." He instructs, and Jimin does as he says, visibly upset now while you look at Jungkook.

"Are they gonna cut my leg off?" You worry at the dog hybrid, who laughs, shaking his head before he pets one of your ears in reassurance.

"Absolutely not, silly cat." He laughs, and you're glad that at least he provides some comfort and security.

"...will you stay with me?" You ask, revealing to him that you're actually terrified of hospitals and doctors without saying so, and he nods, smiling warmly.

"For as long as you want me to." He says, and at that, your eyes begin to sparkle with something he's not sure he interprets correctly.

Because that glimmer in your eyes..

It looks suspiciously like love.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #hybrid imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #yoongi imagine #jeon jungkook imagine #jimin imagine

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staytinyville · 8 months

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Stay Alive (20)

BTS poly!ot7 x Reader

Magical Creatures AU

Series Masterlist

Warnings: None

A/N BETA READER @seoul9711. YALL. No one told me I missed an update! MY BAD! I had the days wrong.

In a matter of minutes, all the boys had gathered in Jungkook’s room in no time at all. The boy had quickly showered to get rid of the bed smell. The others waited for his return inorder to tell you everything fully. However once he had finished and was standing patiently, they all just looked at each other, unsure how to start a conversation with you.

“Well?” You question, waiting for them to answer you.

“Jungkook is awak-”

“We're all magical creatures.” Yoongi cut Jimin off.

“Yoongi.” Namjoon groaned, rubbing at his forehead.

“We were never going to get to it if you all stalled.” The pale man deadpanned.

Everyone sighed as the truth was finally out. However you looked down, still contemplating everything. They had admitted it from their mouths but for some reason you still couldn’t really believe them. You couldn’t even believe yourself. There just wasn’t any plausible answer to all this.

“Come here, little one.” Namjoon spoke softly, taking your hand and sitting you down on Jungkook’s bed. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” You frowned.

“You sure?” Namjoon raised his eyebrow at you. “We just told you some important information.”

“Doesn't mean I believe you.” You quickly spoke up, looking at the tall man wide eyed.

“She's denying it.” Yoongi glared. “Hobi, do your thing.” He lightly patted the man on the back.

“Why me?” Hoseok questioned.

“Because your magic is the only one we can see.” Jin backed up. “Unless, Taehyung wants to do it.”

The boy had a grin on his face; his eyes showed his excitement over using his powers. However when they all suddenly began to feel Taehyung's energy crackle through the air, they quickly looked back to Hobi with wide eyes.

Taehyung was a good natured boy but he struggled with keeping his energy in tack. Ever since the company has been tampering with his magical essence, he hasn’t been able to get a handle on it. While the boy knew how to use his magic properly when it came to energy manipulation he would have to pass on it.

“I'll do it.” Hoseok sighed.

You noticed Taehyung’s pout so you were quick to reach out for him. The boy took your invitation to sit next to you; with a smile on his face at your attention being placed on him.

You watched as Hobi raised his hands up, fingers moving around like he was weaving something. You gasped out loud and held your breath as purple smoke began to swirl between his fingers. Just as a ball began to form in between his hands, you suddenly got a pain behind your eyes which caused you to wince.

All the boys noticed, looking at you worried. “It’s nothing.” You spoke up, waving them off. The migraine disappeared the moment Hobi stopped, causing you to frown. “Just a headache.” You added.

They all looked at each other for a second before you brought their attention back to you. “Your magic is purple.” You gave a wide smile. “What are you?” You asked Hoseok, giving him a soft look.

Hobi began to blush from the attention, laughing softly. “I'm a witch.” He told you. “I'm the only one here.”

“Only one?” Your eyebrows furrowed together.

“The other patients are also magical creatures.” Namjoon answered. “There's a lot of different ones.”

“What other ones are there?” You turned to him, curiosity within your eyes.

Namjoon laughed, enjoying the look you had. It reminded him of Taehyung, who seemed to also be intently listening even if he himself already knew the answer to your question. “There's some banshees, orcs, succubi, valkyries, werewolves-”

“Like Jungkook.” You interrupted, looking over at the boy.

“Yeah!” Jungkook perked up, looking at you confused. “How'd you know?”

You suddenly pressed your lips together, glancing at Jin and Hobi. “I read Hobi's journal.” You quietly answered, looking away.

“I knew it!” Jin spoke up.

“I'm sorry Hobi!” You cried, rushing up to the man. “I know, I wasn't supposed to snoop but I read the page about the sleeping spell and got curious.” You stressed, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Please forgive me.” You begged.

“We just told you about who we are.” Hoseok sighed, grabbing onto your hands. “It's okay if you read the journal now. However at the time it probably wasn't.” He lightly wiggled his finger in your face.

“I'm sorry.” You pouted.

“It's okay Hun.” He brought you into a tight hug. “All is forgiven.” He swayed you from side to side, cheek pressed to your head.

When you pulled away, the curiosity had returned to your eyes. The boys all secretly cooed at you. “So all of you are actually magical beings. That's so cool.” You exclaimed.

“We're glad to hear Princess.” Yoongi grinned.

“I have so many questions.” You told them.

“We have time.” Taehyung shrugged.

“I'm assuming Jimin is a siren or mermaid with how much he spends in the pool. He’s also a really good singer.” You rapidly , smiling at Jimin. “Jin you liar, you said your ears were surgically made.” You gave the older boy a pout.

“Yes, I'm a siren Beautiful.” Jimin gave you a small smile, still feeling guilty over almost drowning you. “I would love to show you one day.”

“Would you have believed me if I said I was an elf?” Jin huffed, rolling his eyes playfully.

“Does the light actually hurt you Yoongi?” You turned to the pale man. “Or are you just being picky? Because you said you don't actually combust in the sun; it's dumb of you to wear sunglasses but not cover your skin.”

Yoongi glared at you.

“Jungkook, do you actually turn into a wolf? Is it like–halfway like Teen Wolf or full thing like in Twilight?”

“You're talking too much.” Yoongi sighed.

“I turn into an actual wolf, Tokki.” Jungkook smiled brightly, bounding closer to you. “He would love to meet you one day.”

You giggled, nodding your head at him. “Taehyung!” You gasped, turning to the boy. “Wings!? Like actual wings?” You couldn’t contain your excitement about them.

“Big ones with feathers.” Taehyung matched your excitement.

“Are you an angel then?” You chuckled.

“No, I'm a faerie.'' Taehyung shook his head.

“Like Maleficent!” You immediately thought of the Disney villain from the live action.

“Exactly like her.” He nodded along with you. “Not all powerful though.” He quickly added.

“Namjoon, can you tell me about you?” Your voice lowered as you moved to sit next to the leader of the group. “I honestly couldn't figure out what you are.” You told him.

“It's alright Little one.” He smiled. “I'm a dragon; the oldest living creature in our world.”

Your head tilted to the side. “Your world?”

“It’s parallel to this one but with all of us in it.” Jin answered you. “Humans don't exist there. It's our earth.” He had a smile on his face, making you think he was probably reminiscing about his home.

“What are you doing here then?” You questioned.

“We aren't here for illnesses or diseases.” Namjoon sighed. “We were captured from our world and brought here to be experimented on. HYBE uses our abilities to create their medicine.”

Your eyes suddenly went wide as you took in his words. All you could think about was the boys being trapped in this place for the past 10 years. They were just teenagers; they were kidnapped. And experimented on?

“For 10 years? And no one thought about taking you out!?” You exclaimed.

“We've come across kind people who would want to help but Hanseol would find out about them before they could. They would never get far.” Hobi told you sadly.

“What does he do?” You asked.

“He gets rid of them.” Jimin answers. “Sometimes he fires, other times he goes too far. He can't risk losing us.”

“I want to take you out-” You wanted to say.

“It's too dangerous.” Hobi immediately stopped you.

“Let us come up with something before you get too rash. We knew you would want to but we have to plan first. We don't want to lose you.” Namjoon took your hand in his, rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand.

You weren’t dealing with regular people anymore, you knew that much. If the boys told you to wait for a plan, it meant they knew how Hanseol was. It was clear he was also some kind of magical creature; one of which you had no idea how to handle. They were right to tell you to wait. However that didn’t mean you weren’t feeling scared for them.

You hadn’t known them long but ever since you met Jungkook, you had felt as though these boys deserved the world. Each one had their own way of viewing things and it brought a smile to your face to hear about each and everyone of their thoughts. They needed to get out of here. They have so much to give out in the world.

Be it there’s or yours.

“Okay.”

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THE OLD GUARD - CHAPTER 4

"We don’t get a say on how it ends, we never have. But we can control how we live."

Summary : You are a powerful witch, cursed and hurt through ages. Owner of your esoteric shop, you were resigned to live this lonely life when the powerful magic of soulmates and fate came to you.

Pairing : poly BTS x reader (she/her)

Genre : soulmate au, demons bts au, witch y/n au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, polyamory relationships

Status : In process

Word Count : 5k

Warnings : eventual smut, angst, mention of depression, death, suicide, past trauma, violence, blood, past (sexual) abuse, past torture, PTSD, scars, self harm, and more.

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A/N : After months of struggling with life, health, mental health issues... I can FINALLY POST AGAIN !! This chapter was really hard to write (I cried a little at the end ngl :D), I have constant writer block, constant impostor syndrome... I have the perfectionnism trait but in a toxic way really TT.TT Don't hesitate to like and reblog !! Also don't be afraid to leave a little comment or if you have any questions, here or in anon in my inbox !! they are really really welcomed, I love reading all your impressions and thoughts !!

Also thank you so much !! I was inactive for a very long time and I still got daily alerts with people who liked/kudos the chapters and the story :(( I can't express (yeah i'm an author and i can't express through words LOL) how much i'm grateful :(( ♥♥

ps : ah and sorry if there is any mistakes or anything it's almost 2:30am when I post this and I had an really emotionnal day fgkfdhlfk LOVE YALL MUAH ♥

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Chapter 3 // Chapter 5

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She was wondering whether it would be better to ask Handong to stay with her. She had assured her that she would handle the situation and that Handong could go home. She knew that Gahyeon would need her at their coffee shop.

However, now that she was in the living room of the seven boys, her soulmates’, after bringing one of them in an utterly unconscious state for a reason as unknown to them as it was to her, she was starting to regret this decision.

She couldn't understand what had happened with Jin the moment their eyes met. She couldn't say anything, the words were stuck in her throat as they stared at each other without a word. He parted his lips as if he wanted to say something, but just like her, nothing came out.

He'd known she was his soul mate, of course he could feel it. Just like her. But had he recognized her? Did he know that the two of them were the firsts of their soulmate bond to meet, long before any of the other six were born? She couldn't be sure and didn't have time to find out.

She had seen his features contort in pain, and without a word, he had collapsed. Luckily, Handong, who had seen them, was able to catch him in time, preventing him from falling to the ground and potentially injuring himself.

Thanks to a spell that increased her strength tenfold, she could carry him without Handong’s help and any difficulty to the place where he lived with his mates. But she couldn't stop herself from hurrying, worried sick about him.

And that's where she is now. Jungkook helped her carry Jin to the living room, laying him on the sofa. While Yoongi woke up Taehyung and Namjoon. Jimin and Hoseok hurried to get a damp cloth on Jin's forehead.

Namjoon and Taehyung stormed into the room, not hiding their surprise at seeing her there in total panic.

However, they didn't ask any questions. Yoongi probably had to explain to them what happened and what was going on.

She was standing in front of the sofa where Jin was lying, staring at the unconscious demon, his features distorted by pain. The sight of him was enough to make her stomach twist with soreness.

"Hey, Noona..." Jimin's soft voice startled her. He was standing next to her, a comforting smile on his lips, "Everything’s going to be fine, don't worry..."

She didn't even know what to say. She didn't dare to look him in the eye, or any of the other boys. The guilt she'd been carrying around with her all these centuries was only getting stronger.

She could hear voices behind her, probably the boys talking amongst themselves, or maybe they were trying to talk to her. She didn't know. Nothing around her was clear and precise. Her vision was blurring, her heart rate had been racing for a while and she was getting worse.

She gasped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned round abruptly, facing Namjoon. The other boys were behind him, except for Yoongi who was next to Jin.

"Hey," he greeted her with a gentle smile, "don't worry, everything's going to be fine,” he repeated Jimin’s words, “You're having a panic attack, I'm gonna help you, okay? Look at me."

His voice was soft and reassuring, it had a calming effect on her. His presence and warmth invaded her whole being, despite the anxiety attack she was having.

She raised her eyes to meet him. Slowly, he tells her to take long, deep breaths. The first time, she breathed in and breathed out. Then a second time. And a third.

Finally, her breathing returned to normal and her heart rate calmed. Seeing this, Namjoon gave her another smile, his fingers caressing her shoulder to calm her down.

She had the strange impression that Namjoon probably possessed some kind of power capable of influencing the emotions, feelings, or even bodily reactions of the people he touched. Or maybe it was just the soulmate effect.

"Feeling better?"

"Yes... Thank you..." She replied with a small smile, seeing Hoseok approach her with a glass of water. "Thanks… and sorry, I wish we'd met under different circumstances..."

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'm enchanted to meet you."

Hoseok gave her a big, bright smile, which he succeeded in communicating to her.

"I guess you guys have questions... and why did I show up with Jin in this state..."

She turned her attention to Jin. A wave of emotion suddenly washed over her as she realized that yes, he was there, in the same room as her. Her soul mate, the first to cross her way, the one she'd lost so suddenly and brutally centuries ago. A mixture of joy, sadness, guilt, and apprehension.

"Do you know what's going on with him? And why is he in this condition?" Hoseok asked curiously, taking back the glass she'd just drunk in one long sip.

She bit her lower lip nervously. She had to tell them. Jin was their soulmate, just like he was hers.

But where to start?

"Come on, settle down here."

Yoongi straightened up to install her on the sofa, right next to Jin still unconscious. He'd then sat down next to her, while the others had taken seats in front of her, Namjoon and Hoseok on the low table, the maknae on the floor, clinging to each other.

The sight made her smile gently. But quickly the smile disappeared, replaced by apprehension. The words just wouldn't come out of her mouth. She knew that the moment had come, that once she'd told them everything, they'd hate her, reject her, and she’d lose the people she'd waited for all her life.

"Noona... I can smell your fear all the way up here..." murmured Jimin, her eyes landing on him with surprise, "I'm an empath, by the way..." he explained with a shrug.

"You don't have to be an empath to sense the fear radiating from her." chuckled Taehyung, teasing his companion who gave him a nudge on the shoulder, "Oops, sorry sweetie."

"I know that from the moment you will know the whole story, you'll never want to hear from me again and I... argh that's the last thing I want," she admitted with a sad smile. The events of the last few days had paralyzed and overwhelmed her in some ways when it came to making the right decisions, and she was extremely upset with herself about this.

"But I think I need to stop being scared, and selfish like I have been."

"We could never hate you," Hoseok said firmly, the others all giving signs of approval, "no matter what you've done."

"Tell us all the horrible things you ever did, and let us love you anyway."

She recognized Namjoon's words. And she wasn’t surprised that he could quote Edgard Allan Poe, considering the circumstances of their first meeting.

She couldn't deny that his words made her feel a tinge of comfort, because he was sincere, and every one of the other boys thought so.

But they didn't know the whole story yet, so the chances of them thinking differently once they knew the whole truth were pretty high.

"Where to start..." she took a long breath, "Jin... I met him before I even knew I was immortal. That was... uh... it seems like an eternity now, at the beginning of the 15th century."

She expected the exclamations of surprise that followed.

"Wait... you mean you and Jin hyung..." Jungkook fell silent to think.

"Why didn't he ever tell us about you then? And why have we never met you before ?” asked Yoongi skeptically, "You're our soulmate, his soulmate, how could he..."

"It's more complicated than it sounds..." she sighed, scratching the back of her head nervously. "I always knew I was a witch, my mother was a witch herself. I lived in a village in France during the period when the witch hunts began. It was also during this period that the Malleus Maleficarum was written."

"I know this book," Hoseok sighed loudly as he shook his head, visibly annoyed, "this pile of garbage written in the late 15th century, which supposedly explains what a witch is, how to recognize one, interrogate them, and kill them."

"A load of bullshit yeah," Namjoon added with a chuckle, "I rarely waste my time reading books, but this one..."

"Tell me more !" Jimin exclaimed, "I read it too, well, not all of it, it's so... misogynistic and sexist!"

"I... was one of the witches who had to go through all the torture and experimentation to write this... book or whatever it is. And most of the women who suffered all that crap were just ordinary mortals," she admitted with a little restraint.

Horrified exclamations were heard from the maknaes and Hoseok. Yoongi and Namjoon closed their eyes for a few seconds, repressing the anger rising within them.

Talking about these events did not leave her indifferent; these memories were among the worst she had ever known, and she still sometimes had nightmares about them.

She remained silent for a few moments, before finally speaking up.

"That's not the point. Jin is the point. When I met him, he was a merchant passing through the village." A small smile appeared mechanically as she recalled this memory, "It was love at first sight. Of course, it was. He knew I was his soul mate, but I... I didn't even know what a soulmate was. He taught me. He taught me so many things..."

She turned her head towards Jin, still unconscious beside her. Oh, how she'd missed him. He hadn't changed a bit.

"I immediately sensed that he wasn't human, just as he'd guessed that I was a witch. So much better in a way, it made things easier."

Delicately, she let her fingers stroke his forehead, brushing aside a few strands of hair, a tender smile on her face.

"He stayed in the village after that. I had taken over the bakery from my parents who had passed away from an illness a few months before I met him. We weren't the richest, but we were happy.”

The other boys couldn't contain the grins on their faces. Of course, this story was beautiful and worthy of a fairy tale. But they all knew that fairy tales were only fantasy stories. The reality was not nearly as lovely.

"We lived... two years like that before everything went to hell."

She felt her hands tremble as she recalled what she was about to say.

Jimin sensed her nervousness, fear, and sadness. He left Taehyung and Jungkook's embrace to kneel before her, gently taking her hands in his for comfort.

Her gaze met his, and he offered her a gentle, reassuring smile. But she couldn't relax.

"The witch-hunt had begun and was becoming increasingly virulent and violent. The villagers had always thought it was strange that I hadn't suffered the same illness as my parents. I knew the rumors about Jin and I. But until now, we'd managed to keep a discreet, almost unnoticed presence. Until she came along."

Jimin squeezed her hands a little tighter as he felt her anger rising.

"That demoness... came to our village, supposedly a cloth merchant. She fell for Jin. Was it love, or just a physical attraction? I don’t know. She succumbed to his devastating charm, like so many others before her." She chuckled, imitated by Yoongi.

"As you would expect, Jin did nothing but ignore her and rebuff her advances. She didn't appreciate it at all… I learned later that this half-succubus demoness was renowned for finding prey and not letting go until she got what she wanted."

"A real nasty leech..." muttered Jungkook.

She noticed, however, that Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok expressions had changed. They had exchanged glances, seeming to pass a message to each other that she didn't understand. She decided to ignore it for the moment.

"Things got worse after she arrived, after Jin's rejection." She took a long breath. "She's the one who delivered me to the villagers, who exposed me. When we realized her plan, that she was planning to take Jin with her by force, by any means necessary, we wanted to run away. We'd go to Asia, or America, or wherever, to another continent, away from her, away from all of this. But that demoness had planned everything… We were young, unaware, and inexperienced, unlike her. I was barely 25, and he was 23... we just wanted to..."

She paused to calm herself, her heartbeat quickening again. Fortunately, Jimin was able to calm her, just by being here, his soft hands on hers, and she was grateful for that. She thanked him with a small smile, which he returned by stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. How could a demon be so angelic?

"She specialized in memory magic..."

"Oh, I'm getting the hang of it..." muttered Namjoon, clenching his jaw.

"That bitch…" added Yoongi, making her huff.

"The villagers arrived in the middle of the night. We didn't see it coming. The demoness took advantage of this moment to attack Jin and cast a spell to erase me from his memory. The last time I saw Jin was before they put a bag over my head when he was unconscious in her arms."

She lowered her head, and it was only when she felt Jimin's soft hand on her cheek that she noticed a tear had rolled down.

She knew what the demoness had done, she knew that she'd erased Jin's memory, simply because she'd come to see her a few days later in the cell where she was being held captive. She explained everything, adding that she had offered to give her over to the Catholic order of Dominicans who wrote the Malleus Maleficarum. Which happened, the day after she came.

"When I finally escaped... After several months," she continued anyway, her voice trembling, "I looked for him, I... crossed France from top to bottom, and Europe... I looked for him everywhere, for many years... I never found him... until now..."

Jimin's hands gripped hers a little tighter. She looked up at him, then at Yoongi, who had moved a little closer to her. Their shoulders were touching, his way of showing her some comfort.

"So that's what happened..." muttered Namjoon, who had straightened up, his eyebrows furrowed, looking thoughtful.

"I hate humans..." blurted Jungkook as he hugged Taehyung tightly, his companion nodding in agreement.

"And so, you thought we'd hate you, or I don't know what other nonsense might go through your little head when we know the truth?" Yoongi asked, holding back a laugh. “I don’t see why. I mean. It’s genuine, really.”

She arched her eyebrows in confusion. She thought that it seemed logical. She hadn't been able to protect Jin, she’d left him in the clutches of this demoness who'd probably done a thousand and one things to him that she didn't even want to think about. She hated herself for it.

"Hyung." Hoseok sighed, shaking his head, "stop."

"I failed to protect him, he's my soulmate and... I abandoned him and..."

"You didn't do any of that, Y/N."

Namjoon approached her. He took Jimin’s place and knelt down facing her, placing his hands on hers.

"You're both the victims. You've met someone stronger, older, more experienced than you and she took advantage of it. You did everything you could. You did your best. You could never be blamed for that. We could never blame you for that. ."

"And Jin hyung won't blame you either, I'm sure," Hoseok added with a small smile. "When he will regain his memory, when we will give him back what that demoness stole from him, he'll be the happiest man in the world to have you back with him, with us. Believe me."

She pressed her lips together, not wanting to cry, not yet.

Yoongi wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer.

"It's over now," he whispered against her hair, "you're not alone anymore, you won't be. We've found you, you've found us."

She couldn't hold back the few tears that had started to fall. How could she not break down, after all those centuries spent alone, thinking that her soulmates didn't want her, living with the guilt of having abandoned the only soulmate she’d ever known.

They said the same things as her friends when she told them everything a few days ago.

None of them thought for a second that what happened to Jin and her was her fault.

That feeling of being understood, of not being judged, of being accepted despite her past mistakes and scars.

That feeling of being in the presence of her soul-mates.

She hadn't felt so at peace in what seemed like an eternity. Ever since Jin and her were separated.

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"Noona... I have a few questions..."

"Here we go... the kid and his questions. Wait, I'll get you an aspirin and a big glass of water."

Jungkook glared at Yoongi, who had gotten up to go into the kitchen, a sneer on his lips.

Jin still hadn't woken up, but after a simple soothing spell and an herbal ointment she’d carefully placed on his temples, he was calmer, his body more relaxed.

She hadn't wanted to stay, not wanting to risk another attack if Jin woke up again. She learned through Yoongi about the migraine attacks he'd had since the day she met Namjoon.

But the boys convinced her to stay. Namjoon and Hoseok had disappeared into their library, explaining that they were going to rummage through their books after a potential counter-spell. She wanted to go with them, but they insisted she stay with Jin and rest.

It didn't take long to realize that Jin's seizures had a direct link with her.

As her soul mate, and despite his forced amnesia, his subconscious knew who she was. But it wasn't strong enough to bring back the memories the demoness had made disappear. Well, they hadn't disappeared, technically; she'd just hidden them very well somewhere in his psyche.

her scent on the clothes of Namjoon, Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook had been the trigger for his subconscious to awaken, for his memories to struggle, to resurface and make Jin realize that yes, he did know her, as his intuition suggested. Yes, the person on the hill was her, yes every memory he thought belonged to someone else was his, and that the blurry person sharing them with him was none other than her.

The migraines, the loss of consciousness... were only signs that his body, mind, and soul were fighting to bring his memories back to where they belonged, to finally give him back what that demoness had stolen from him.

Or at least, that's what she’d come to conclude on hearing Yoongi's explanations.

"Ask me anything Jungkook, don't worry," she replied with a small smile, still sitting next to Jin.

Yoongi had returned with some drinks (no aspirin, to Junkook's great relief) which he gave to the three maknae, still sitting opposite her, and to her, then sat down on the coffee table.

"I was wondering, how did you find out that you were... immortal? I mean, what does that actually mean?"

She'd been expecting this question. Even for demons, immortality was still a rather vague concept. Nobody is immortal. Demons and vampires aged slowly, very much more slowly than human beings. But they weren't really immortal.

"I died for the first time after the Malleus Maleficarum experiments, they sentenced me to be hanged to death, like all the witches at that time."

She heard the exclamations of surprise from the maknaes. Yoongi remained silent, listening to her attentively.

"I actually died that day. Except... except a few seconds after I took my last breath, my heart started beating again, and I came back to life."

None of them could believe their ears. Yoongi couldn't hide his surprise either, and she knew that a thousand questions were forming in their heads.

"The second time was a few days later. At a bonfire." she continued, bowing her head, "The thing is… I feel all the pain, all the way to death. But for some reason, I live again and again. No matter how people try to kill me, no matter how I die, my wounds heal themselves, my organs reform."

"Is it due to a spell?" finally asked Yoongi with his eyebrows furrowed, "or maybe some kind of witch, a hybrid with a phoenix..."

"I think you're going a bit far, hyung..." Taehyung chuckled slightly.

"Hey, every proposition can be plausible, gamin."

She couldn't hold back a smile. It was obvious that they'd known each other for several decades now, that they'd been through a lot together. In a way, she was relieved that at least they hadn't had to go through all that alone.

"I've never known the reason, or why I became like that," she finally continued, scratching the back of her neck, "I just am. Several times I thought I wouldn't get up this time from certain injuries, especially during the wars, but I always got up again. And just like that, more than 600 years have gone by."

"Maybe it's just that fate didn't want you to die before you met your soul mates, who knows." Yoongi chuckled, shrugging.

"If you think the universe and destiny are that kind of romantic..." Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"I'm tempted to believe that theory, it's much sweeter and more romantic than a curse put on you..." added Jimin with a little pout.

"Sometimes things just happen, and they're impossible to explain. Even for creatures like us." she let go with a sigh and an embarrassed smile, "In any case, I've stopped looking and obsessing over it, I've just accepted it."

"Still, it must be painful to die, over and over again..." Jimin cocked his head to the side, feeling a wave of sadness as he thought of all she'd had to go through in her long life. As an empath, his reaction hardly surprised her.

If they knew. She didn't want to dwell on how some humans and even other creatures had taken advantage of her immortality to put her through the many horrors she’d experienced. This wasn't the time to talk about all those things.

“Our pretty soulmate is strong and courageous.” Yoongi finally broke the silence after a few seconds, “She’ll talk about it when she feels ready.”

She bites her lips. She wanted to tell him to not call her pretty, but she felt that it was destined to fail. Yoongi seemed to be stubborn, maybe a little too much.

“Do you guys think Joonie and Hobi will find something ?” Asked Jungkook, looking at Jin with worry.

“For sure they will!” exclaimed Jimin, “Namjoon has books that are centuries old and unique, Hobi and him are the most intelligent demons ever! They’ll find something, surely!”

Jimin was passionate, his trust in his partners was blind and absolute. It was probably the same for all of them, she was sure about it, but Jimin was the one who showed it the most.

“In the worst case…”

“Taehyung don’t start…” mumbled Jungkook, as the others sighed.

“Let me finish! In the worst case, if we don’t find anything for Jin hyung, the solution is simple, very simple. We’ll create new memories, so many new happy memories all together!”

“If something was robbed from you without your consent, I think you'd like to have it back. Don't you think so?" Yoongi asked, his voice softened as he ruffled Taehyung’s hair who nodded with a sad pout.

He was just as worried as the others. There were so many unanswered questions, so many theories without explanations, so many problems without solutions yet.

“Namjoon and Hoseok always find a way to resolve problems, you should be used to it now.”

That voice startled all of them. All five heads turned to the sofa beside Yoongi and her. To everyone's surprise, Jin was staring at them, or rather, at her.

“Jin you’re awake !”

While the younger hurried towards their eldest, their faces racked with worry and relief, she reflexively stepped back.

She couldn't get very far, as her back bumped into a chest. She turned to face Yoongi, who placed his hands gently on her shoulders. He could read the stress and apprehension on her face. He couldn't imagine what she must be feeling right now, coming face to face with the one she'd lost centuries ago.

"Where are you going like this?" he asked at first in a slightly teasing tone, before he leaned towards her and whispered, his voice softening, "Relax, everything's fine."

She opened her mouth to reply, but no sound came out. She'd spent her whole life looking for Jin and his other soulmates. Now they were all here. They were all in the same house. Everything still seemed so unreal that she didn’t know how to react or what to do.

“Y/N ?”

She froze when she heard her name coming from Jin's lips. The others in the room gave him a surprised, confused look.

"Hyung, do you..."

"Remember her? Us? Unfortunately not, I don’t. But I heard you guys talking earlier, I wasn't totally unconscious. Thanks for the herbs, by the way, they really appeased my headache."

Her eyes widened at his words. Had he heard everything? Did he know the whole story, just like his other soulmates? In a way, she didn't know if she could handle a new explanation, which was a bit of a relief. On the other, she was concerned about his reaction, since he was the one who was affected.

Jin straightened up to sit on the sofa, helped by Jimin. Yoongi was still standing behind her and gave her a gentle nudge, so that she didn't push herself aside.

Jin's eyes landed on her. For a moment, he said nothing, just looked at her. She could feel the stress twisting her stomach, her legs going limp as cotton. She felt weaker than she had ever felt before.

"Can you come a little closer, please?"

Jin's voice was soft; she perceived no anger, no resentment on his side. He had kept his comforting aura, the same one she'd known so long ago, the same one that had reassured her countless times.

She soon faced him and lowered herself slightly to be at the same height as him.

How was someone supposed to react to finding their soulmate and youthful amnesiac love, lost in tragic circumstances centuries ago?

She was torn between tears of joy and relief, but the guilt that consumed her seemed to be the most dominant feeling at the moment.

"Jin I..."

She pursed her lips. Her voice trembled. For sure her body would betray her right now.

Jin offered him a tender smile and shook his head.

"Shht, it's all right." he murmured his words as he gently grasped her hand, "come here."

Without waiting for a response from her, he pulled her against him and wrapped his arms around her.

At first, her eyes widened in surprise. Quickly, she couldn't hold back any longer. Her arms followed and she hugged his waist as if her life depended on it.

"I know what you're thinking," he began, his hand running gently through her hair, "I'm not angry or anything, how could I be? It was never your fault, nor mine." He paused before letting out a small sigh, she could hear all the pain, the sadness in his voice, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry you've had to carry this burden all alone all this time…"

Her whole body was shaking. His voice was shaking, as if he were holding back his own tears. She was fighting inside. She was fighting herself not to break down. But her traitorous body still betrayed her, and she couldn't even control her tears, which had started to flow uncontrollably.

But his words. His words resonated not only in her heart but in her entire soul. She didn't know how much she needed to hear those words from him until now.

"We'll find a way, and everything will go back to normal, it will be even better, I promise."

After all these years, these centuries of living with the weight of guilt, the weight of regret, the feeling that she'd never be able to meet her soul mates... she felt all this weight recede, making way for a quietude and lightness like she'd never known before.

An eternity of torment, torture, and pain was finally over.

It was as if she'd been deprived of oxygen all her life, until now, as if her breathing had been cut off, and now she was finally getting it back.

And even though she was currently crying her heart out in Jin's arms, she could also feel Taehyung's warm, reassuring hand on her back, Jimin's, Jungkook's, and Yoongi's presence in the room, Namjoon's and Hoseok's, even if they weren't in the same room with them.

Her cries were no longer cries of sadness. There was only relief, and it was becoming more of an evacuation from all that time of pain and isolation.

All those smells, all that warmth that invaded her body at that moment, brought her calm and relief she'd never be able to explain, not even in a day, a year, ten years, or even a hundred years.

The reunion with Jin that day, feeling him against her again, as well as having the presence of her soul mates around them, those who were destined for her. After all this time where her heart and soul had been crying out for help, she had finally been heard.

The darkness was finally disappearing, as the clouds and obscurity finally allowed the sun a chance to shine.

And despite her tears, she couldn't help smiling, because at last, she knew that happiness really was within her grasp.

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'The main difference I saw.." stfu, you didn't SEE shit, bc you have insight into the 0.005% of their private lives, like the rest of us. People should stop giving themselves so much credit like they are besties with bts and know something other that what they choose to show us

And this is exactly why I can't take yall seriously. Jikookers tend to have this high superiority complex that they aren't anything like taekook, larries, etc .. but in reality yall are all the same.

So, according to yall, people can't bring up that jikook hardly hung out in ch 2 because we don't see everything. But in the same breath, yall say taekook only hung out a couple of times and it was always with other people. Yall tend to always try to downplay their friendship, but based on your logic, we can't make those assumptions because we don't know what they're doing 24/7. They could've hung out way more especially since we found out more of their hangouts from interviews.

But since we're all making assumptions, I assume jikook didn't hang out as much based on their own words. Jimin said in an interview that he kept most in contact with yoongi and hobi. Jungkook revealed in suchiwita that he had no idea about the travel show, which is odd since according to yoongi jimin already knew about it, so why wouldn't jimin tell jungkook about it prior if they had been talking daily? During that one jimin dance practice, he told JK that it was good seeing him and that he should come more often. Then there was the jimin docu live and he was surprised by how much weight JK lost again showing they had not seen eachother in a while. There was also one live where one of them didn't know the others schedules had already ended.. I could keep going but I'll stop.

Another thing I wanted to touch on was you saying taekookers call JK a liar. Do jikookers not do that either? Because I vividly remember yall calling JK a liar when he talked about the meaning of his tattoos. Or when JK said on a live, how should he know where jimin is... also, there's that time when jimin said letter was about army, but yall are so adamant he's lying because it's really about his relationship with JK.

And I just want to make it clear I'm not saying jikook aren't close or fanservice. All I'm trying to show is how hypocritical yall are. I won't elaborate on this too much, but many of the things yall mocked Taekookers for are now the same excuses and theories yall are using for a certain situation. It's giving the pot calling the kettle black.

Anon, i had to run to respond to this ask of yours because everytime y’all think you got a gotcha momemt against jikookers you just prove how much of a brainrot y’all are suffering from and from your entire essay, i can easily tell that you spend an unhealthy amount of time in Taekook spaces and you don’t watch real content. Oh and for your info, most jikookers are infact better than taekookers and that is a fact.

“So, according to yall, people can't bring up that jikook hardly hung out in ch 2 because we don't see everything. But in the same breath, yall say taekook only hung out a couple of times and it was always with other people. Yall tend to always try to downplay their friendship, but based on your logic, we can't make those assumptions because we don't know what they're doing 24/7. They could've hung out way more especially since we found out more of their hangouts from interviews. “

Anon, jimin and Jungkook have never once said they didn’t hang out or didn’t see each other have they? How can you assume they didn’t hangout just because you didn’t see them hangout? Have you forgotten that wr never would have known that vminkook were at Jeju together without Tae’s post on instagram? Did Jimin or Jungkook ever mention that they were there? I’m sure without that post y’all would have claimed that Jimin and Jungkook don’t even know what the other looks like. Would we have known that Vmin went to hangout with Jk after the release of Golden if tae didn’t go Live? My point is that we came to know they were together sometimes not because Jimin or Jungkook ever said it but because of Tae. Also, saying that Taekook mostly hung out with other people present is not downplaying their friendship. It’s true that we don’t know everytime the members see each other but is it a lie that almost everytime we heard or saw that taekook were together there were other people present? You mention that we knew about most of their hangouts from interviews but that is a lie from the pit of hell. We already knew that taekook had gone snowboarding with wooga before Jk mentioned it true or false? What other hangout did we find out from interviews anon? Also, forgive Jikookers for not buying into your baseless narrative that jikook didn’t see each other when they have never said they didn’t like Taekook who have literally admitted to not seeing each other multiple times.

“But since we're all making assumptions, I assume jikook didn't hang out as much based on their own words. Jimin said in an interview that he kept most in contact with yoongi and hobi. “

Lol anon, you are funny. You assume Jikook didn’t hang out as much because Jimin said he mostly kept in contact with Hobi and Suga, well guess what? It is normal that Jimin might have seen more of Suga and Hobi than anyone else because they were all working on their albums at the time and were pretty much always at the company. So jimin saying that he kept up more with these two than anyone else for a period of time doesn’t still mean Jikook didn’t hang out much. It just means during that particular period, he kept up more with the people his schedule most aligned with. So what is your point still?

“Jungkook revealed in suchiwita that he had no idea about the travel show, which is odd since according to yoongi jimin already knew about it, so why wouldn't jimin tell jungkook about it prior if they had been talking daily?”

Anon, please i beg you, before you come to send me an ask next time, make sure you make an effort to watch official content and not repeat your cult’s senseless rhetorics. First of all, i will like you to show me where Jk said he had no idea about the travel show. I must have missed it when Jk said that. Secondly, you want me or anyone with a brain to believe that Jimin left from Korea all the way to NYC to meet Jk but Jk didn’t know why Jimin was coming there? You mean to tell me that Jungkook and the staff somehow found a way to book a reservation at a restaurant which they all went to eat immediately Jimin arrived NYC even though Jk didn’t know that there was a travel show? You mean to tell me that the next day, Jk was excitedly talking about going to prepare something which we will love even though he didn’t know about the travel show he was going to be shooting with Jimin? Are you serious anon? You have got to be more intelligent that this, come on.

“During that one jimin dance practice, he told JK that it was good seeing him and that he should come more often.”

So Jimin telling Jungkook that it was good seeing him and that he should come often means they didn’t hang out much? You see how you have to interpret the things they say in your own way to debunk jikook? You can never debunk jikook by using facts. So of your significant other comes to visit you at your place of work, wouldn’t you tell them that it was good seeing them? How does asking them to come again mean that you didn’t hang out? And for the hangout part, maybe you are not wrong. I don’t think at that time jikook hung out alot because Jimin was busy as hell and wasn’t hanging out with anyone, but who told you that proof of friendships or relationships is how much people hang out? Taehyung hangs out with his wooga squad alot, does that mean he is dating them? Be serious anon.

“Then there was the jimin docu live and he was surprised by how much weight JK lost again showing they had not seen eachother in a while.”

Again using your own perception of things as a gotcha moment. Anon, i see my s/o everyday but sometimes i look at them in certain outfits and go “why have you lost so much weight” or “ why do your cheeks look fuller” ? Does this mean i hadn’t seen them in a while? I go out with my s/o and they tell me i smell good, after sometime, they look at me and say “why do you smell so good” does that mean they hadn’t smelled me before anon? I didn’t think i would have to start teaching people on tumblr normal human interactions😭

“There was also one live where one of them didn't know the others schedules had already ended.. I could keep going but I'll stop.”

Anon, why do you think they have to know each other’s schedules to a T? What does it say about the fact that Taehyung didn’t know that Jungkook’s album was supposed to be an EP which suddenly turned to an 11 track full album? He found out on Suchwita even though Suga already knew. What does it say about the fact that Taehyung found out that Jk was on Suchwita from the group chat? Why didn’t his boyfriend tell him before leaving the house?

Y’all like to claim that Jk didn’t know Jimin’s schedules but i wonder how he knew when SMF pt 2 teaser would be dropping that he even told us to wait up for it. I wonder how he knew when jimin was rehearsing to go visit him, i wonder how he knew when Jimin’s suchwita episode had dropped to come online and watch it with us. How did he know all these if he didn’t know Jimin’s schedules anon?

“Another thing I wanted to touch on was you saying taekookers call JK a liar. Do jikookers not do that either? Because I vividly remember yall calling JK a liar when he talked about the meaning of his tattoos. Or when JK said on a live, how should he know where jimin is... also, there's that time when jimin said letter was about army, but yall are so adamant he's lying because it's really about his relationship with JK.”

Anon, there is a difference between calling someone a liar because they said something that goes against your delusions or recognizing that someone might not be i. the position to tell the whole truth. Let’s look at instances where taekookers have called Jk and tae liars shall we?

1: Jk said during their break in 2019 he only saw Jimin and hobi. Tkkrs called him a liar.

2: Jk said Tae didn’t come see him on his birthday in 2022 he was called a liar

3: Jk said he didn’t know where Tae was and that he doesn’t keep up with the members all the time, tkkrs called him a liar

4: Jk said he was left alone at a ski resort, he was called a liar

5: taekook said they kinda drifted apart and some parts of their friendship became akward, y’all called them liars and actors

6: Tae said jimin and Jk were hanging out late at night and Jk wouldn’t let jimin come to him, y’all called him a liar and claimed that Jk was in the room and you had proof because Jk’s shoes were at the door.

: Tae said he went to Jimin’s room and thought it was Jk’s. He was called a liar by taekookers and they also said he just said that to not out him and jk.

Let’s see when jikookers have called Jk a liar according to you.

1: Jk explained his tattoo and said he wanted the crown to be symmetrical to the J. Did jungkook say the J untop of the M wasn’t for Jimin as jikookers suspected? More importantly did you expect Jk to ever say that the J M on his finger is for Jimin if it is? Jikookers don’t expect jungkook to say this and most of us didn’t call him a liar because he didn’t lie. He said the J stands for Jungkook which is true but he didn’t say what the J over the M meant did he? So we know he told the truth about the J and feel like he might have ommitted some truth which he cannot say for obvious reasons.

2: Jimin’s letter. Again anon, did you expect Jimin to say Letter was about Jungkook if it was? More importantly did Jimin ever say letter wasn’t for Jungkook? He didn’t. He said it was a fan song but it being a fan song doesn’t mean that is the only purpose of it. Two things can be true at once.

The difference is that, Jk will flat out say he didn’t see taehyung and taekookers will insist that he lied even though he had no reason to lie because why didn’t he jump lump tae with the rest of the members who went to see him on his birthday or who he saw on their break? If Jk can say Tae heard his song first then why can’t he say Tae was one of the members who went to see him on his birthday?

With the examples you gave about jikook, notice how jimin or jungkook never said this thing wasn’t for this person or this song wasn’t for this person? So how can jikookers call them liars when they never denied it? Did jk ever say Jm wasn’t for jimin? Did jimin ever say letter wasn’t for Jl? So why then would anyone call them liars when they never denied it? They never denied it and never said it was so it still remains a mystery which people can debate on no?

Notice how i can literally bring receipts of taekook saying that they didn’t hang out or spend time together but all you can bring is your interpretation of their words and not actually things they explicitly said? Besides, did you forget that Jikook were together at a concert and when they saw each other about an hour or two later, Jk said “it’s been a while”? I’m sure if we didn’t see the time on Jimin’s fridge, you wouldn’t have been so sure Jikook hadn’t seen each other since the stone ages, no? I also wonder how Jimin got to sing “Peuriri” to Jk so much that Jk was afraid that he was going to sing it on stage if they didn’t see each other much.

The difference here is that taekook themselves explicitly said several times that they didn’t see each other or meet each other at certain points in time but Jikook have never said that and that is why all you have to prove that jikook didn’t hang out much is repeating a million times how Jm said jk had lost weight or how Jimin said it was nice seeing you or how your misinterpretation of pretty simple things like Yoonkook’s conversation on Suchwita about the travel show. Bring me something concrete like all the times Jk explicitly told us who he saw and who he didn’t see and then we can talk.

And while i do agree that some taekookers and Jikookers are the same, i will still stand on my point that you should never compare jikookers to taekookers. There is no universe in the world where these two groups of shippers are the same. Every shipper group has it’s good eggs and bad eggs but please Jikookers still have a long way to go to reach most taekookers delulu levels and trust me when i say i am not saying this because i am a jikooker. It is impossible for taekook as a ship to exist without taekookers constantly calling them liars or actors because if taekookers actually respected taekook and respected their words, people wouldn’t still have been shipping taekook after “Get out of your imagination” or the ITS talk where those two decided to be vulnerable with us and tell us about a growing distance in their friendship. You called them liars, actors following a script and hated on Jimin and the company for putting together a script to scatter the taekook community. Go into taekook spaces and see how they talk about taekook like they are some props. Taekookers don’t think that tae or jk can make any decisions on their own even right down to what they wear to stay in their own homes. If you have to do all these to make sense of a ship, then that is when you should really consider taking a step back.

#jimin #jungkook #jikook #taekook #my asks #jikook blog

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230328 JK Live Stream all about Jimin for 100 minutes

The way that he basically started this live solely to talk about/focus on Jimin? Like sir, what were we even here for? Just to watch you support your boo? I'm actually totally fine with that. Lmao he talked about himself and his CK deal for like 10 minutes before moving on to Jimin and Jimin only. Lol he said "I Miss Jimin" literally, on weverse and then proceeded to show us just how much he missed him!

The way he fully stated he started this live because he hasn't seen Suchwita yet but since Jimin was on the show, he wanted to watch it and wanted to watch it with us. Cutie. You can watch his full reaction video with eng subs here:

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He immediately wanted to know why Jimin wasn't there right off the bat 🤣 then was looking forward to what Alcohol Jimin brought with him to share. And was not surprised at all to find it was Soju saying that's "very much like Jimin hyung." The drinking buddies those 2 are, he WOULD know. Lol and his little complaints about wishing he was there drinking with yoonmin too were adorable.

The way he was concerned over Jimin eating the too hot food. And the way he giggled over yoonmin talking about Jimin performing on stage with Yoongi on tour and about Jimin acting cute for his face time fan calls.

And the confirmation from yet another member that the dumpling incident was watered way down for fan consumption when they shared about it and it really was so crazy. Lmfao vmin what did yall do!!

Plus we were blessed with a small glimpse of his beautiful smile and reaction to the iconic jikook black swan lift 🥺😭😍

The way he immediately agreed with Jimin about being in BTS for a long long time. 🥺 and his cute comments about how the show seems fun and he would also like to be on it one day! And the way he started to compliment Jimin on the way he expressed himself but cut himself off/got distracted lol

He reacted to SMF pt 2 MV here too. Lol and loved it. Throughly. Lol full video here:

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He wanted to confirm the lyrics correctly especially for the maze lyrics. He was humming along and also lowkey already knew the choreo too. It was so cute. I love him.

And the way he smiled so proudly during the "I won't stop even if they mock me" lyrics 🥺

How we got the transition into shirtless Jimin and verse 2 and we just breifly totally lost JK there. 404 error not found is correct. Slack jawed for a bit there understandably lol

The way he heaped praise upon verse 2 which was so heartwarming

And he watched the dance practice for SMFpt2 too, which you can see the whole reaction here

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The way he was humming along and then dancing along lmfao he didn't have to go so hard with the Summoning park jimin dance 🤣

And we even reacted to a BTS teasing Jimin compilation video??? Lmao jungkook??

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PLEASE just watch the linked video. Lmfao it's less than 10 minutes and he looks SO SMITTEN the ENTIRE TIME. The reaction to their jikook moments from so long ago? The giggles at the other members lovingly teasing Jimin too? The way he melted watching Jimin sing promise too? MY HEART CANT HANDLE IT I CANT BELIEVE HE REACTED TO A JIMIN COMPILATION HONESTLY

Just the whole live he looks soooo??? In love?

And he commented about how he watched Jimins pixid video too and enjoyed it. Lol it really was just a night of binge watching Jimin for this man.

He is really just out here supporting Jimin fully and he misses him so much. We know they've been spending time together too. They mentioned JK being at some of Jimins Rehersals. We know they met with up with the other members for an OT7 dinner. I just know there is more we don't know too. But it just speaks to how much time they normally spend together when that's clearly not enough and the way they are missing each other SO MUCH even with those other times spent together. They are used to living in each other's pockets clearly lol. And now that they have so much going on and Jimins schedules are so crazy, that time apart is driving JK to do a 100 minute live stream about how much he misses his hyung. Lol Jimin you better go over their for that promised dinner he wants to cook for you!

Not to mention, JK really brought it back to prove his point. Jimin is his catalyst. His inspiration at so many times. JK really sat there and watched Jimin for 100 minutes and then immediately said goodbye to us because he was struck with inspiration and motivation to go work. "I suddenly feel like I have to go do something." "I think I have to go work." "I'm going to go work now! Bye!" With an abrupt hang up! Lol it was giving, I don't want to say more than i should about Jimin right now and wow, the inspiration struck and I REALLY am interested in seeing whatever it is you worked on Jungkook! Music? Art? New song? If Jimin inspired you so much, I'm very intrigued! 🤣

They really are so precious. So cute. And so sweet. I hope they got to go over and spend some lengthy time together already, or if not. I hope they get the chance really soon. As they are both very clearly craving that time together!

Ending with this funny tweet (follow the link!) Because it's so true 🤣🤣🤣

#jikook #kookmin #jikook on vlive #jikook reactions #jikook in 2023 #jikook missing each other #230328 jikook #230328 JK live

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honey-boyyoongi · 11 months

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Reader x Yoongi | Part 56//??

Word count ➪ 3.2k

Summary ➪ Min Yoongi, is a simple man. He likes his coffee black and iced, he enjoys his job, and he loves his baby girl. But what happens when the new neighbor, quite literally, drops into his life?

Warnings ➪ any typos are mine; angst lol; some cursing; mentions of abortion; mentions of self neglect during pregnancy; description of an anxiety attack; its established that Minji is like mentally ill; slight sexual description; if you’re name is crossed out it’s because I couldn’t tag you;

A/n: Hey guys! Uh just a quick warning if y'all hated Minji before.... well yall are gonna hate her now. Feedback is appreciated, and if you would like to be added to the taglist please let me know. 💕

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Yoongi sat across Minji in silence. They had exchanged mild pleasantries when she had arrived at the cafe. It was a small, cozy establishment; in normal circumstances he would’ve been excited at the prospect of bringing Hani here. He didn’t know what to say, or how to feel, except for anger and resentment. He remembered telling Jin so, while he got ready.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I’m sure,” Yoongi nodded.

Jin nodded back in acknowledgement, “Okay then, remember Jimin will be in the back the entire time. Do you remember your safeword?”

Yoongi sighed heavily, “Pineapple..”

Seokjin grinned at his friend, “Good. Remember, be nice.”

Yoongi scowled, “I am being nice, she’s the one making demands after being gone for half a decade.”

Jin walked up to his old friend, fixing the non-existent flaws in Yoongi’s clothes, “You don’t have to do this, you know. She signed away her rights, you can keep her away from Hani.”

“I know..just..,” he sighed, “I need to know why she’s coming back now.”

“Will that help you move on,” Jin asked.

“I don’t know,” Yoongi answered.

They watched as Jungkook came into Yoongi’s bedroom, looking as disheveled as Yoongi felt “Okay, the kids are still at the park with ___, she said they’ll be getting food on the way home. Also, Jimin texted me, "the cafe is closed, be there in 15 minutes”, and to text him when you get there.”

Yoongi nodded, he lightly sniffled, feeling overwhelmed. He almost wished he was cowardly enough to stay. “I wish the first time going to Min’s place wasn’t.. this... I had hoped to bring Hani, to show her the pretty snacks and the pretty drinks..” Seokjin pulled Yoongi into a not so tight hug, he didn’t want to wrinkle his clothes, shushing him. “It’s okay, on another day we’ll take the kids, Gigi’s kids included, all of us will go out. It’ll be fun and you can make memories with Hani, okay?”

“Okay.”

Yoongi watched as Jimin placed their food in front of them; he’d gotten his trusty iced americano, while Minji opted for an iced chai. Jimin flashed Yoongi a quick smile, calming his wired nerves.

Minji cleared her throat to bring his attention back to her, “Is he a friend of yours?”

Yoongi nodded slightly, “He is.” Minji gave him a look, as if egging him on. “He’s Jin’s little cousin’s business partner. We helped them out when they first started the process of building their cafe. I asked Tae for a favor, and they said yes. I’ve known Min for as long as I’ve known Tae.”

Minji had no response, she continued to drink her iced chai in silence. She avoided making eye contact with him, and it bothered the ever living fuck out of Yoongi. He felt angry that Minji had the gall to demand his daughter over the phone, but refused to talk to him face to face. He had decided on the drive over that he would not be the one to bring up her absence. Yoongi wanted her to explain; why was she back? Her ongoing silence was making his patience wear thin, and it caused him to remember the last fight they’d had.

Minji had been avoiding Yoongi; it had been 2 weeks since he’d told Minji he loved her. She had freaked out, stuttering out to Yoongi that she had to go. Yoongi had given her the weekend to breathe, he understood if she couldn’t say it back, not everyone felt romantic feelings the same. On Monday he texted Minji a message asking how she was feeling, and that it was okay if she didn’t reciprocate. By Thursday he was worried as she didn’t answer Yoongi’s calsl. On Sunday he messaged Mina asking if Minji was still even breathing.

Mina apologized on her behalf. Minji had gone home to her parents, she said, as she had ‘obligations’. Minji wasn’t answering her calls, or texts as well. By day 12, Yoongi was worried, he’d sent a final text to Minji asking her to please take care of herself, and at the very least let Mina know she was okay. Hours later he got a very excited voice message from Mina updating him that Minji sent her an emoji.

Two weeks to the day, Minji showed up on his doorstep. She looked relatively unharmed, except for the dark undereye circles from the possible lack of sleep. She walked in, silent. Yoongi asked her where she was, why didn’t she answer his texts or calls, was she okay? Minji didn’t answer any of his questions. They stood in silence. After a few moments Yoongi was begging Minji to please speak with him. She remained quiet. Yoongi went to his room, throwing whatever item was closest to him. He cried out in frustration wondering why they had gone back to square one. Had he not tried enough? Was he not trustworthy? Was it always going to be this way?

Minji entered his room, still wearing a blank look on her face. She kneeled in between his legs, looking down at his hands. Minji took them into hers, pulling him into an embrace. She kissed Yoongi’s knuckles and worked her way up his forearm and chest. She kept kissing up to his collarbone and neck, up until she met his lips. He sobbed into the kiss, relieved that Minji was finally responding to him. The kisses become more hurried, bordering on aggressive. Yoongi felt desperate and it showed. Clothes were tugged, and readjusted, until they were gone entirely.

The next morning Yoongi asked Minji the same questions, but she continued to have no answers. He then asked why she ran away two weeks ago, she still refused to answer. Yoongi begged her to please say something, anything. Minji stared at him, “What do you want me to say?”

He scoffed with indignation, he couldn’t believe it. “You ghosted Mina, and I. We would’ve filed a missing person’s report if it wasn’t for you telling her you had a family emergency. We were scared, Minji, I was scared, and all you can say is, ‘what do you want me to say’?”

“I don’t know, what do you want me to say,” she repeated.

“Of course you don’t know,” he murmured exasperated.

They spent hours talking in circles. By the end they had both raised their voices at each other, fighting and failing at getting their points across. In those moments, Yoongi realized he would never get anywhere with Minji. He was tired of arguing, tired of having to hunt Minji down when she isolated herself, tired of the shallowness of it all. “You know what, I don’t want to do this anymore,” he blurted out.

Minji gaped at him wide eyed. “I’m done,” Yoongi said. “I’m tired of fighting for the bare minimum Minj.” Even their breakup was unchallenged.

Minji agreed to the breakup. She dressed herself in the clothes she arrived in, packing up any small toiletries she’d left behind at Yoongi’s during her sleepovers.

In the end, she was gone in less than 10 minutes.

Minji cleared her throat once again, taking another big sip of her iced chai. “What exactly do we need to talk about,” she asked. “I want to see her, is that not enough?” Yoongi heard a small, ‘oh hell’, from the kitchen. Jin must’ve given Jimin the rundown.

“Well for one, hey how are you? I’m fine, thank you for asking,” Yoongi responded sarcastically. “I haven’t heard from you in 4 years, you could start by telling me, why? Why now?”

Minji sighed, “I know that it’s sudden, but.. It’s just that lately I’ve been thinking about things. My dad passed away two months ago, and my mom is god knows where. ‘Just turned 30, I kept thinking about my life in the past decade. I have a lot of regrets, and I was doubting myself. Was it the right decision, you know, having her. Was I right to keep away from her? A few months ago, Jungkook came up on my instagram explore page. It was a picture of him at the amusement park with Seokjin. I got curious so I clicked on his page.” She readjusted herself, leaning into the right handle of the sofa chair. “He’d grown up so much, and after scrolling through pictures of Seokjin and his son, and his friends, I saw you. I saw you with our daughter. You both looked so happy, playing with your friends, living your life freely. I wanted that. I wondered if we could be happy like that.”

Yoongi laughed in astonishment, he ran his tongue along the side of cheek, trying to stop himself from saying anything he’d regret. “That doesn’t answer my question; why now Minji? Why are you demanding to be a parent, when you never wanted to be one? The whole reason we’re like this is because you chose not to be in her life.”

Minji rebutted, “I did want to be a parent.”

“When,” Yoongi cried out incredulously. “You were going to abort, but couldn’t because you were too far along. I had to force you to leave your bed, wash your hair. My mom fed you, clothed you, made sure you drank water because you were essentially comatose. I’m still surprised you only had mild anemia from the lack of care you had for yourself.” He took a quick sip of his coffee to pace himself. Minji was starting to get agitated, but he could care less at this point. “It took me weeks to convince you to allow me sole custody of my daughter. For fucks sake, you drafted up the paperwork to terminate your rights, you had already signed them when it was sent to my lawyer for me to sign. I did everything possible to make sure you didn’t struggle, Minj.”

The distinct sound of plastic syrup bottles clinking and a responding ‘Ah fuck,’ cut Yoongi’s rant short. He called out to Jimin asking if he was okay, Jimin quickly responded with a firm ‘I’m good’. Minji slightly scoffed towards him, “Are you blaming me for all of this? I tried to be responsible, okay. You wouldn’t have understood how I felt if I told you.”

Yoongi could feel his eyes twitch in frustration. “Then tell me, I might’ve not fully understood, but at least I would’ve been there to support you.” He cradled his face in his hands, breathing slowly to put himself back together. “What do you want Minji? You didn’t want to be a mom, I understood, I supported you, and now you’re coming back demanding my daughter, my baby. Have you thought about how this is going to affect her? She doesn’t know you. Do you expect her to just accept you?”

Minji’s face was indiscernible, she looked to the side, as if organizing her thoughts. She turned back towards Yoongi, “Seeing as I am her mother, as long as she knows that she’ll be fine. Plus if I need help, mom can help me.”

He couldn’t believe it, “She’s not a puppy Minj, she needs to get to know you. Even I, being her father, have my moments with her. And what do you mean mom will help you? Are you talking about my mom? Have you been in contact with her?”

Minji readjusted herself, she was starting to become visibly uncomfortable. “I have. It’ll be a learning curve, but she’s willing to aid me in what I need.”

Yoongi had to calm himself down, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. “Are you trying to take my daughter away from me Minji? Is that it?” It was suddenly difficult to breathe, Yoongi was trying to catch his already quickening breath. He couldn’t focus on himself, all he could think about was Hani. “Min, Jimin,” he blurted out. Jimin ran from behind the counter, sliding, quite literally, in front of Yoongi.

Jimin pulled him to the side, away from Minji’s view. He guided Yoongi through his breathing exercises. “Yoon, you don’t have to do this. We can leave,” he whispered. Yoongi knew he was cracking at the seams. He couldn’t believe it. He shook his head, “No, Min I have to talk to her. I can’t.. I can’t let her take my baby Min, she’s all I have.” Jimin reluctantly allowed Yoongi to continue.

Yoongi took in a big breath, barely collecting himself to avoid crying in anger. As he sat back in his spot he could see a flicker of the Minji he knew. She was tucked into herself and unsure. She looked at him with those big eyes that once used to hold stars, and now he couldn’t make out what they held. “Are you okay,” she whispered. Those three words were what broke the dam. Yoongi let out the tears that he’d been holding back ever since he woke up to Minji’s texts. He cried and cried, and wondered when he’d ever stop. He kept thinking why wasn’t he enough.

Jimin walked over, handing him a tissue box and a reassuring pat on the shoulder. He whispered a small, ‘You can do this Yoon.’ It might’ve not been much, but it was the boost Yoongi needed. He collected himself once again, making sure to wipe any remnant of his small breakdown.

“Minj, please for once, be straightforward with me. What do you want? What are you looking for? Whatever it is, my daughter isn’t your bandaid to fix it. She’s a living, breathing human being, with feelings. Just because she’s a toddler, doesn’t mean she’s not complex. She’s observant and blunt, and will out right refuse to acknowledge you if she feels off about someone, “ he says desperately. “If you’ve been in contact with my mom, why didn’t you contact me? If you wanted to be a part of her life, I wouldn’t have stopped you if you tried Minji. But nothing you’re doing now is showing me that you’ve changed. You’re still that scared young girl that I could never reach. For fuck sakes you still refuse to answer me and communicate, and you can’t be that way when kids are involved. So please, show me you’re responsible. Be direct with me.”

She looked at him with a pained look, sniffling repeatedly to keep herself calm. “I don’t know what you want me to say,” Minji responded quietly.

Yoongi groaned loudly, “God, Minji, please don’t do this. Talk to me. I’m trying to meet you halfway, make the same effort to meet me, please.”

Minji wouldn’t speak, she started hiccupping under her breath. The last thing Yoongi wanted was for her to start crying. “I’m sorry Yoongi, I don’t know what to say.”

Yoongi rose from his seat, extremely frustrated. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take. It was too much for him. Nothing made sense. Could Minji and his mother be working together to take Haneul from him? Have they been in contact for a long time? Who reached out first? Worst of all, how could his mother do this? He wondered if his dad knew, and why he hadn’t reached out to inform him if he did? Why was this happening? He just wanted to live his life with his daughter, and his friends peacefully. How was Hani going to feel having a stranger pushed onto her? Would they try to take his daughter away from him? He didn’t want to be here anymore. He wanted to be home with his daughter.

He picked up his coffee, lifting his hand signaling Jimin that they were leaving. “We’re not getting anywhere, so I’m leaving. I’m not going to talk in circles.” He took in a deep breath in an attempt to ease the weight on his chest.

Minji slightly scrambles out of her seat. She looked at him like she wanted to speak out, her face crumbling, she looked guilty almost. She grabbed her purse and drink, following Jimin and Yoongi towards the exit. She doesn’t leave immediately, watching as Jimin double checks that all the entrances were locked. She approaches Yoongi slightly, they look at each neither sure if they should say their goodbyes. For a moment Minji seemed to have worked up the courage to speak, but she quickly squashed it and sped off to what he assumed was her rental. Yoongi watches as she speeds away, a little reckless at that. He keeps watching until the car is no longer visible, and the weight on his shoulders is partially lifted.

Yoongi cried the entire way home. He asked Jimin to check if Hani was asleep or at least with ___, he didn’t want to scare her with how disheveled he was. ___ offered to keep the kids in her apartment for him to cool down. While he appreciated it, all he wanted was to hold his daughter.

He thanked his friends for looking after Haneul while he dealt with his current trainwreck. Hani snuggled into his hair, trying to find comfort in his smell. ___ had given Hani her nighttime bath, so it was one less thing Yoongi had to do tonight. He got out of the clothes he saw Minji, cleaned himself up, and got ready for bed. He made Hani a warm cup of milk, and prepped the right side of his bed for her to sleep in. He sprayed down her favorite lavender sleep spray, and turned on the soft star night light she loved. He read her a story, and played with her hair until she fell asleep. Yoongi cradled his daughter in his arms, and he thought back to the early days of her being a newborn.

In the midst of his insomnia, Yoongi remembered how terrified he was to be parenting alone, and would overthink every decision. He remembered how little he slept, and how often the doula would urge him to sleep, even if it was a small power nap. But between all that, the time he remembers most fondly is one of Hani’s worst colicky nights. The formula had been causing his newborn baby to build up gas, while his pediatrician changed the formula to something for sensitive stomachs, she was still colicky. He’d tried everything possible, but it just wouldn’t work. Until, one afternoon while giving Hani a little stretch recommended by the doula, she’d let out the gas that had been making her upset. Her little sigh of relief was music to Yoongi’s ears, and he almost cried texting Eunha the news. It was one of the first nights Yoongi was able to sleep more than 3 hours with Hani. He remembered thinking that all those sleepless nights had been worth it to comfort his daughter, and how he would’ve done it again.

Currently he looked down at Haneul, and saw how much she was growing up. She was no longer his baby, but a toddler. She no longer needed to cling to him, but chose to do so. She had opinions and had no qualms of letting them be known. She was bright, bubbly, and so creative. His daughter was his heart, and he had no idea why they wanted to take her away.

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Although I don't think they are still together, this kind of questions makes no sense!

We know nothing about any member relationship. NOTHING. Like, literally nothing. Does that imply that they never dated anyone before? I hope not. So, we can assume that they are all probably very careful and Hybe has Dispatch on their pocket.

Imo, there was 1 credible rumor about a member rs and I believe that after that they got even more careful.

(I will not consider Jk x Tatoo artist, Taennie and JK x girl on his apartment as rumors because imo is more a matter of ppl believing what they want because we have "proof" that something happened (in the way that it was not just whispers and gossip), ppl just disagree on what that was.)

Also, ppl usually forgot that they are real ppl and that real ppl don't need to make sense to us, especially ppl that we know nothing about.

Considering what was logical, just a silly example, the whole fandom was certain that JK couldn't be a smoker - and jkkrs would love to point it out that he would never date Tae also because of that. "BUT HE ASKED HIS FATHER TO STOP SMOKING?!!" And?

For example, I do believe that all members genuinely like each other, but I wouldn't be surprised if we found out that some pairs had some terrible arguments over the years and were not on good terms for some time. They are professional enough to not let it show and even if they were not, there's always BH editors to fix things after (and no, I don't think it's necessarily a bad thing). So, to hide a rs, it's not that hard. And like was said a million times before: they are 2 men from the same group that people accept as friends, they can get away with basically anything. As long as they don't kiss in public, nothing is real evidence.

I knew a lesbian couple (not close friends of mine, just colleagues) that no one could tell that they were dating, because one of them wouldn't want ppl to know. I just knew when they actually told me. And they've been together for ~10 years. There're no suspicious lingering looks, hidden touches, nothing. Closeting is a real thing, anon. And there are a lot of famous gay ppl that we will never know about.

I think that many ppl that have similar reactions as anon, is because they can't really accept how much Bangtan can hide from us and how little we actually know about their lives. We know nothing, anon, and they basically hide their whole personal lives.

Every Suchwita episode ppl were surprised that Yoongi not only knew, but were friends with those ppl. A lot of famous ppl. And we never knew about. Not even 1 picture, 1 mention, nothing.

Hi anon!

Great points!

#fandom shenanigans #members

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blueberrykenn · 6 months

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Kennie's Top 10 Yearly Fic Recommendations

Okay so this is the 2nd year of me doing this (but this year I wont delete) butttt I show my top 10 fic and authors for each member/group( some members of bts repeat due to the amount of poly fics I read and its what I mainly read) (A handful of these have smut so heres your warning)

(I would also love to be your guys friends as every single one of you seems absolutely amazing)

LETS GET STARTED

10. @guqwrvte Make it Three (Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung)

Oh where do I start with this fic I found it in the spring looking for a Soulmate fic and oh boy I was in for a ride THREE SOULMATES?! ummm YES and the arcade chapter was ABSOULELY AMAZING! I hope you're doing well Author!! as this fic hasn't been updated in a while

9. @yonkimint Without You (Yoongi with a side of Hoseok or "Jay")

OHHHH BOY When I wanted a love triangle I WAS NOT DISAPPOINTED I found this fic in April looking for angst and ANGST I GOT without spoiling it its a Pregnancy/ Single Mom AU and one of the best ones Ive read in a longgggg time

8. @guksthighs Bloom (Yoongi)

OH BOY This is a recent one actually. This one shot was made SIX YEARS AGO?! OMG Hanahaki AUs are one of my favorites angst type of fics so when I read this I literally sobbed like a baby I cant say much else without spoiling it

7. @kimnjss cyberslut (Yoongi), less of you/VINTAGE (Jimin), Strawberry Kisses(Jungkook)

MISS HAS ALWAYS BEEN ONE OF MY FAVES SINCE 2019 like when I first read beside you YESS I reread Cyberslut and HAD to include it but reading less of you in June as I was dealing with my own breakup it was a tear jerker towards the end of less of you, for me I wont spoil it but there a plot twist that I was not expecting towards the end of the sequel, Vintage. BUT STRAWBERRY KISSES OH MY GAHD I read that on my way home in August even though its a SMUTTY I enjoyed it a lot and the FLUFF I think some people looked at me crazy when I took the bus home that day

6. @skazoo if you tell me about yourself( Stray Kids' Felix)

Okay here me out! Demon Slayer. Its one of my favorite manga and anime series and with CHANBIN as a hashira UMMM YES ynand chanbin are literally Genya and Sanemi if Genya was a girl and not YK (demon slayer spoiler!!) eating demons, but this 2 parter was ABSOULTELY AMAZING

5. @ugh-yoongi a word from our sponsors (Namjoon)

How do you get a idoit podcasters to not realize they have feelings but read smut YOU GET THESE TWO MFERS This one shot was sooooooo good!! like I read a lot of smut but this? TOP TEIR OF ONESHOTS OF 2023

4. @sopebubbles Bulletproof Heart (2Seok)

THIS ROLLERCOASTER If I had to describe my childhood in fanfictions this one would be one (check #1 for the other) I wont say why because spoilers but this angst was OMG THE YOONGI HATE WAS UNREAL NOT MY YOONGLES but I loved it soooooooo much

3.@jihoonotes Yearning(SVT's Woozi)

Lee Jihoon is literally my ult bias. Do I need to say more? ITS WORTH THE READ

2. @solemnreads Way Back Home(Jungkook)

THIS FIC HAD ME FUCKING EVERYWHERE with the twins to CEO Kook THE JEALOUSLY I LOVE IT by far the best exes to lovers fic I read this year

before I tell yall #1 I wanna give an honorable mention to @purpleyoonn they would be on the main list if I was done reading you complete us BUTTTT RED STRING is amazing even though there only 2 parts so far

Okay Okay this should be expected if you been here for a bit

1.@theharrowing Literally anything they write but mainly Rose Tinted Obsessions and Collateral

Boy Blue and Collateral Taehyungs literally Remained me of In between Taehyung so much that I got inspired to write in between again everything I read from them is Absolutely Amazing, Top Tier just Yes DARK FICS are literally my go to so reading them had me sooooo happy and wanting more

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Chapter 20

oh what happened to her parents and cookie? when did the fire happen? it says years but years could 2 to 20 but she feels like someone who wont say 2 years sooo ancient, uk? so im going to guess 5+ years ago to 19 years max wait how old is our baby?

And who is that shadow sitting in the dark? WHOS THAT SHADOW HOLDING ME HOSTAGE IVE BEEN HERE FOR DAYS (stockholm syndrome by 1d)

omg we could have died and become a vampire and yoongi as our sire woah WOW idk if thats hot daddy or literal dad SHIT FREUD WOULD HAVE A FIELD DAY WITH THIS

THERE ARE MORE VAMPIRES IN THOSE TUNNELS/FOREST AREA??

why does yoongi care? is it the caring of an old person who lived life and wants better life for the young ones or some motive? i dont get it

yay 2seok 😭we are hurt again 💀 honestly how do they put up with her? (no hate to her), like where is the mom mode? the i told you so? like why are you such caring besties? also why am i feeling like oc is a character themself and me at the same time??? like i dont want her to be scolded, heck she didnt know shit but i wanna be scolded???

“They didn’t, she is just being dramatic. I fed her my blood before she could die, she’ll heal”, Yoongi answers him dryly. wow so normal, and good news

also rip dogecoin dog

jin i doubt you wanna call him a vermin

I am tired of vampires messing with my brain.” mood

oh somebody crying on ur chest and u cant do anything other than tell them "they are strong and was just a child, was never their fault" you know it does nothing much for them, but some comfort for the night, a little amount of time until the pain and demons are back again, that shit hurts a lot, eat me away but i have to strong and fine for her cuz she deserves it fuck im rambling bye lol

Hoseok was nice enough to carry a TV up to your room and install it on your dresser. he is the man yall 😭😭😭

I don’t want to be the one doing the finishing blow.” .. “How are you so sure?” CUZ U DID THIS TO URSELF INSTEAD OF HURTING HER KOOK, U STILL HATE URSELF, filled with guilt and self loath, it shows ur humanity and the fact that its better you than anyone else heal please, let yourself heal. you did whatever you could, everything is not in your control and hence is not your fault

did jin put hard raisins in the cookies??? i soak them, that way they are chewy in the soft cookies

I feel like a bitch, but fuck it’s getting so exhausting to pretend that their sweet gestures are working.” ... “Because I don’t want to hurt them. They are doing so much for me”.. "I don’t want to hurt them by telling them that what they are doing is working shit.” wow somebody really decided to call me out

“Shit ___, I thought he liked you. Why would he do that to you?” fr, that too he tried to protect with the ring and stuff, what did they do to him?

YES SHE CONNECTED THE DOTS MY SMART BABY I LOVE U I smelled orange blossoms and cedarwood ooh thats what they smell like

Why k-kill me for it? W-what, what did do to them?" changed taehyung and they hated it i guess

If I hadn’t angered them so much or provoked them so much maybe they wouldn’t have hurt me." NO U DIDNT BABY, ITS ALL THEIR FAULT

Jungkook watches you as you blow your nose and wipe your eyes ... you force down a new wave of sobs... you hit your own chest to get rid of the pain. fuck that pain, that hurts a lot

He knows that gesture, he had done it a million times before in his lonely, isolated life. And it rips him apart to see you having to do it too. You should never have had to feel so broken. fuck i feel the same, knowing how much that hurts and never want them to feel, but kook and her are hurt and nothing can change it

its funny that you never feel the same for yourself, you felt that for somebody, now change that somebody to yourself whats so hard about it? too hard

“Did you just use my words against me?” stop he is cute im giggling through runny nose

“You’re cute Kook”, you tell him fondly, pinching his cheek. He lowers his eyes and scrunches his nose up UWUW THEY ARE SO CUTE SHUT UP PLS

YOONGI IS GOING TO TEACH THEM??? FUCK YES

“___ stay away, I’m dangerous again”, he squeaks. u were fine just now

right, we cant change his mind, and she cant change her mind either and taehyung just idk ah

You just never should have chatted up Alpha." true, but im sure joon would get to us somehow and that means tae and jimin too. maybe it will take longer thats all

“You’re finally done withering away?” he asks coldly. how nice

Hoseok scratches the back of his neck, “yeah uhm, that’s fine too.” pls hes trying his best

“sure, I can smell the honesty in your sweat.” Hoseok smells himself, furrowing his brows. hobi baby really believed for a second there lol

I got broken up by my boyfriend in the rudest way possible and almost died. fr

“Hey”, Jungkook says, waving his hand shyly. HE IS UP AGAIN YAY

“I have my methods, trust me.” ok min suga genius jjang jjang man boong boong

“Nothing, I just can’t stand you.” i just know jimin would have said, then sit down

“W-what?” he stutters, looking at Yoongi with big eyes. EXACLTY LOOK AT LIL BABY, U CANT BE RUDE

“let’s go eat Kook, I’ll show you how to hunt animals.” “Really? You can do that?” Jungkook gasps, seeming excited. YES AND IT BEGINS YALL YEEHAW

“I can’t decide if I like this dude or not” fr hobi

“What did you do in your room yesterday?” she danced to itzy, thats all

“I didn’t slip on the pillow, I tried to kick the pillow and slipped on the carpet which resulted in my twisting my ankle and then falling on my tailbone” beautiful, i can totally see it. cuz i did fall similarly once

“Even better, shit I would have loved to see that”, he wheezes. tag urself, im hobi

Jungkook drags himself into the room, plotting down next to you with a loud yawn that exposes the back of his throat to all of you. wow that too in those pink briefs and socks THAT ARE PULLED UP ALL THE WAY worse than what we wear when delivery guy comes

was he that sleepy he didnt smell her? mood cuz thats the type of vampire i would be, sleeping for hours

“Hey ___”, he says, laughing awkwardly. MOM HES SO CUTE FUCK

“Yeah, ha. Hahaha”, he scratches the back of his neck. He is so flustered, you know he is. 100% i just know his neck would be all red

He seems to be proud, watching Jungkook with a fond smile. So he did it on purpose. Make him chuckle with a funny story and lessen the anxiety he feels. He is so sweet sometimes. irl its jin the ice breaker and its soo good uknow??

“Stop talking to him like that!” you speak up. PERIODT UR SCARING THE BABY

“You will not go to your apartment on your own�� fr thanks yoongi what joon or jimin is waiting right there???

“It’s decided then”, you say and drag him with you by the collar of his leather jacket, “come now.” AAH TOO HOT FUCK THE ENEMIES TO LOVERS THING

Protection. You think I’ll let you drive without it?”

It squishes your cheeks and hurts your nose as he pulls it down, making you groan. “Jesus, you want to strangle me?” “Sometimes yeah” I LOVE THEM

That’s the problem with Yoongi. You never know if he was joking or being serious. ngl taehyung did that too, in the previous chapters

“My plants, I need to take care of them”, they are prolly dead 💀

“Aaaah that”, you smirk. “Princess seriously, invite me inside.” FUCK SHE IS REALLY TEASING AND TESTING HIS NON-EXISTING PATIENCE thats both hot and funny as fuck, sorry yoongles 😭😭

“I don’t like the fucking games you are playing today, you hear me?” “Yoongi pull your knee away this instant” He pulls away immediately and steps back, fixing the heavy rings on his fingers. what a rude but cute distinguished gentleman

oof what a bad boi “You are such a freaking dick, no wonder you have no friends” shots fired oof

WOW HOLY SHIT JIMIN WAS WAITING THERE LIKE A JOBLESS IDIOT

If he would have been the one to find you….” he trails off, blinking rapidly. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??? WHO?? NAMJOON YOU MEAN??

“you are literally such a good person and I fucking hate it.”yup figured that “You made him good. Taehyung, you gave him back his humanity, made him vulnerable, reminded him what happiness feels like and I hate you for doing this to him.” there, asshole said it

I just hate that you are the reason Taehyung hurts.” but its you tho, use 2 braincells for that

“….did you get it?” his voice slowly comes back again, as if you were finally submerging from water, “Save. Him.” bruh, leave his alone for that

OH YOONGI FUCK WHERE WERE YOU, no actually its good u stayed inside, we got some info

damn this was long anyways feelings were feelings, emotional as fuck now

in Sanguis Alpha she is around 23-24 and the thing with Cookie happened when she was around 10 😭

omg we could have died and become a vampire and yoongi as our sire woah WOW idk if thats hot daddy or literal dad SHIT FREUD WOULD HAVE A FIELD DAY WITH THIS

that would actually be so hot nfdnasf 🥵

THERE ARE MORE VAMPIRES IN THOSE TUNNELS/FOREST AREA??

SCARY SHIT LIKE HELLOO

why does yoongi care? is it the caring of an old person who lived life and wants better life for the young ones or some motive? i dont get it

gaah these are the right questions indeed 👀

also rip dogecoin dog

THE DOG DIED??? why would you just drop that so casually noo omfg I'm genuinely so sad right now 😭😭

jin i doubt you wanna call him a vermin

JFAJDSF he gives no fucks and I admire him for that <3

no but I love that she has Hobi to comfort her :( he is such a good person and amazing friend 😭

Hoseok was nice enough to carry a TV up to your room and install it on your dresser. he is the man yall 😭😭😭

him him him him him !!!!!!!

I SOB BECUASE OF HIM HE IS SO 😭😭😭😭

did jin put hard raisins in the cookies??? i soak them, that way they are chewy in the soft cookies

jfjadjf I feel like no matter he would have prepared him, Kookie would have hated them fnadsnf

I feel that, I'm sorry you have to feel this way :(

“Shit ___, I thought he liked you. Why would he do that to you?” fr, that too he tried to protect with the ring and stuff, what did they do to him?

LIKE SERIOUSLY WHAT?????

Why k-kill me for it? W-what, what did do to them?" changed taehyung and they hated it i guess

uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh

If I hadn’t angered them so much or provoked them so much maybe they wouldn’t have hurt me." NO U DIDNT BABY, ITS ALL THEIR FAULT

PLEASE SOMEONE HOLD HER

I feel so sad for them please 😭😭😭😭

its funny that you never feel the same for yourself, you felt that for somebody, now change that somebody to yourself whats so hard about it? too hard

YES 100% that's me for real

“Did you just use my words against me?” stop he is cute im giggling through runny nose

hoihihiihihih <3 him <3

YOONGI IS GOING TO TEACH THEM??? FUCK YES

I LOVE THIS ENERGY FNNF

You just never should have chatted up Alpha." true, but im sure joon would get to us somehow and that means tae and jimin too. maybe it will take longer thats all

yes 100% it would have happened regardless, especially because Tae clearly had an interest in her (in whatever way) from the beginning, so it would have definitely happened

“You’re finally done withering away?” he asks coldly. how nice

he is so kind and sweet and loving <33 :)

Hoseok scratches the back of his neck, “yeah uhm, that’s fine too.” pls hes trying his best

he is just a lil pookie :( <3

“sure, I can smell the honesty in your sweat.” Hoseok smells himself, furrowing his brows. hobi baby really believed for a second there lol

“I have my methods, trust me.” ok min suga genius jjang jjang man boong boong

he would probably throw you if you said that to him at this point of the story fjasdjf

“Nothing, I just can’t stand you.” i just know jimin would have said, then sit down

lmaooao I meaaan

“W-what?” he stutters, looking at Yoongi with big eyes. EXACLTY LOOK AT LIL BABY, U CANT BE RUDE

HE JUST A LIDDOL BABY (he is meant to be a dangerous killer)

“let’s go eat Kook, I’ll show you how to hunt animals.” “Really? You can do that?” Jungkook gasps, seeming excited. YES AND IT BEGINS YALL YEEHAW

LETS GOOOO

“Even better, shit I would have loved to see that”, he wheezes. tag urself, im hobi

lmaooaoa me for real

NO BUT HE IS SO CUTE LIKE I NEED HIM

was he that sleepy he didnt smell her? mood cuz thats the type of vampire i would be, sleeping for hours

thiiss or maybe Yoongi's training is starting to work ohohooh

“Hey ___”, he says, laughing awkwardly. MOM HES SO CUTE FUCK

I love him :')

“Yeah, ha. Hahaha”, he scratches the back of his neck. He is so flustered, you know he is. 100% i just know his neck would be all red

yes gaaah I jujst ufcking locve him

yes gosh I miss him </3

“You will not go to your apartment on your own” fr thanks yoongi what joon or jimin is waiting right there???

I love protective Yoongi fnfnf

“It’s decided then”, you say and drag him with you by the collar of his leather jacket, “come now.” AAH TOO HOT FUCK THE ENEMIES TO LOVERS THING

GIRL I FORGOT I WROTE THIS AND LOST MY FUCKING MIND UFKCKCKCKCKKCKC

the meme is me for sanguis Yoongi for fucking real

It squishes your cheeks and hurts your nose as he pulls it down, making you groan. “Jesus, you want to strangle me?” “Sometimes yeah” I LOVE THEM

ngnnfadnfn THEM THEM THEM fuck they were so exiciting

That’s the problem with Yoongi. You never know if he was joking or being serious. ngl taehyung did that too, in the previous chapters

an i oop-

“My plants, I need to take care of them”, they are prolly dead 💀

honestly? 100%

“Aaaah that”, you smirk. “Princess seriously, invite me inside.” FUCK SHE IS REALLY TEASING AND TESTING HIS NON-EXISTING PATIENCE thats both hot and funny as fuck, sorry yoongles 😭😭

FUKCCKKC I LOVE THEM FUCKKC I WANT THEM TO HATE FUC-

he is all like "i may be a cunt but i ain't about that sexual harassment" JAHHAHA

oof what a bad boi “You are such a freaking dick, no wonder you have no friends” shots fired oof

THEY WERE SO MEAN TO EACH OTHER GAAH

WOW HOLY SHIT JIMIN WAS WAITING THERE LIKE A JOBLESS IDIOT

fajdsjfajds

If he would have been the one to find you….” he trails off, blinking rapidly. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??? WHO?? NAMJOON YOU MEAN??

whooo does he mean helloo??

I just hate that you are the reason Taehyung hurts.” but its you tho, use 2 braincells for that

no but what if he isn't lying then waht?? hellooo???

OH YOONGI FUCK WHERE WERE YOU, no actually its good u stayed inside, we got some info

HAHAHAH you're like "good thing we almost died"

#asks: sanguis alpha #asks #minusback #tw: long post

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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these drabbles are literally saving my day. what is something she does that makes everyone go 'awwwww🥺🥺'?

A/N: she's so precious I don't care if yall want angst she will be protected at all cost

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Fans have already combined clips of you into compilations, videos and images posted everywhere.

It's become a viral thing at this point, and the entire band can't disagree with the fact that no one with a heart could ever deny you anything once you do that specific thing.

Even some of the staff that don't really interact with you much can't help but react to it. It forces a smile onto even the most withdrawn person.

The head tilt.

You do it when you're confused or concentrating, head automatically tilting to the side a bit whenever for example Namjoon explains something to you. You also tend to do it a lot at Yoongi- but mainly because he tends to slur his words a lot, making it sometimes hard to understand him.

And you also do it while reading the books Namjoon had given you.

Both Jimin and Jungkook watch as Taehyung shows you a trick with a bottle, and Jimin chuckles. "She's gonna do the thing.." he says softly to his bandmate on the floor next to him, who watches.

"And..!" Jungkook anticipates, before both singers burst out grinning to themselves when indeed, your head begins to tilt at the way Taehyung throws the bottle to have it land perfectly. Staff is filming it too- by now, some camera directors and make up staff having warmed up to you enough to include you more in any content or schedule.

Most of them are hybrids too.

All while the agency is struggling with disgruntled fans that are upset at the fact that you aren't allowed at an upcoming award show- their official response poorly worded at best, consisting of sentences like 'we don't believe that she would be capable of behaving under the pressure' or 'She's not been fostered to attend any official schedules' causing an uproar amongst even human fans.

And it also caused an immense wave of anger from the band, too, as they noticed the wording.

Fostered.

A meeting is already scheduled, forced by Namjoon who demanded to speak to management about the true nature of your contract with the company, needing to know what's really written down on paper. Jungkook had already made it very clear that he will go through with his statements he'd made in the past-

If the company 'returns' you, he will adopt you himself.

And the entire band had agreed, had offered help in any way they can. Because down the line, you're not just some asset or staff member or employee or toy to throw around and return when you're bored of it.

You're part of the pack.

And no one will take you from them.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #hybrid imagine #ot7 hybrid fanfic #ot7 hybrid imagine #ot7 fic #ot7 x reader #ot7 imagine

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jinstronaut · 3 months

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tysm for the tags @cordiallyfuturedwight + @sevencoloredstar ♥

Who is your favourite kpop group?

bangtan sonyeondan do u kno

Which member sparked your interest first?

taehyung in that 2020 grammy's old town road performance video i wont LIE TO U i said who the FUCK is that man what is going ON

Who was your first bias?

seokjin uwu

Who is your current bias?

mf seokjin i am a LOYAL BITCH (also tae and yoongi tho)

What makes them your current bias?

idk what to tell u without waxing poetic for 18 years just know that i lov jin so so much he is just like me fr fr. he is so smart and talented and wise and funny and light hearted and dedicated. also his solo music rly speaks to me like.... the entire song he wrote dealing with his depression???? wow king me too. everything he does just makes me so happy and feel so at peace. he is truly the best human. i lov Jin.

Who is your bias wrecker?

jungkook i cant deny it any longer im gonna kick him

Which members are you currently obsessing over that aren't your bias/bias wrecker?

its pretty much always hobi like what the fuck is jung hoseok doing he got me acting UP

When did you first discover this group?

may 2021!!!!! i was in between jobs post covid and just trolling youtube one day and the bts carpool karaoke kept popping up and i was like okAY FINE ILL WATCH IT. and then it spiraled from there and i was so down bad within 24 hrs its insane. it was RIGHT before the release of butter too i was so happy ;o;

Have you ever been to one of their concerts?

i got to see boongi dday tour opening night!!!!!! the last time i was truly happy i s2g!!!!!!!!!!

What are some of your favorite songs by the group?

yall kno spring day. do u kno her. do u appreciate her. do u understand the cultural impact she had and is still having. no one loves her like i do that's a fact.

but also uh. save me, coffee, like, autumn leaves, magic shop, 00:00, UGH!, run bts, i wont lie all of dark and wild that album is >>>>>>>>>>. also dimple, and pied piper. yeah.

tagging: @jiniekook, @kimtaegis, @livelocks + anyone else who would like to!

#tag games //#mutuals 💕#teeheehee i lov bts

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park-jimin-isnt-real · 1 year

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"edge of tonight" part twelve ~ the meeting

pairing: namjoon x reader (lots of platonic ot7 x reader) rating: T 16+ genre: mafia au, angst this part: Your meeting with Mr. Wang (at a cheap downtown cafe) doesn't go according to plan. tw: mafia au!, angst, swearing, violence, guns, injury, implied death, there's a the guy who didn't like musicals reference and if you get it i will love you forever, overuse of the term 'Coffee Girl' i'm sorry i'm also annoyed with myself, i am horrible at writing action scenes pls be patient with this chapter, i also know next to nothing when it comes to medical procedures, seriously please just suspend your disbelief for this chapter, some of yall might not like jin by the end of this chapter and i'm sorry, not beta-ed (i need a new beta if anyone's interested) word count: ~8.6k track #15: Pick a Fight ~ Anna Akana: "Call me aggressive, contentious and so excessive, go ahead, teach me a lesson, baby, let me have it." the edge of tonight masterlist an: NO ONE TALK ABOUT HOW LATE THIS WAS OKAY I'M SO SORRY. really the last few hundred words of this chapter turned into a couple thousand and it was so frustrating bc i just wanted it to be DONE. but now it finally is so please enjoy and let me know what you think. thank you for being so patient!! and as always, the lovely moodboard at the bottom was made by the fantastic @mirahuyooo

The drive was quiet. And awkward. You sat in the backseat with Jungkook, but your gaze was locked on the passing scenery as your head rested against the cool window. The kitchen had been so lively, everyone chiming in and bickering. Part of you wanted to join in, but something kept stopping you.

You felt like you didn't belong anymore.

The way everyone talked, even with the addition of the other three, it was like nothing had changed. Like you were never gone. Like they just moved on without you and rebuilt their lives in a way that you weren't needed. Genius Labs, Just Dance, the hospital Jin would be going to later was probably the own Yoongi had told you he owned.

They didn't need you.

So you stayed silent, and watched the snow-covered trees slowly turn into snow-covered buildings, and tried not to think.

"I can't believe Jin-hyung didn't make us crêpes," Hobi mumbled from the passenger seat.

You could hear Yoongi's smirk. "Don't worry, Seok-ah, we'll get us some shitty croissants at a cheap downtown café."

"He said he would, though, if..." Hobi trailed off. You could feel his eyes on you and put together the end of his sentence easily. If you stayed.

"No he didn't," Jungkook said. You were grateful he took the attention off of you so quickly. "He said me and Taehyungie could have raspberries, he said nothing about making breakfast for everyone."

"It was implied!"

"It really wasn't, hyung."

Your lips turned up ever so slightly. It was nice, in a way, just listening to them. You missed this kind of light-hearted banter. No one was actually angry. No fights were going to break out. No arguments would be created. It was peaceful. It was easy to focus on them.

You didn't want to think about what you were going to do after your meeting with Mr. Wang. You didn't want to think about Jackson, blowing your phone up with call after call. You didn't want to think about Namjoon and... well, you never wanted to think about Namjoon. You thought about Namjoon too much.

You were thinking too much.

"Hey, Honey Bunches of Oats." Hobi's voice broke through your train of thought. You kept your head pressed against the window but turned to him, biting back a chuckle at the name. "You look like you're contemplating the meaning of life there, you okay?"

You smiled at him, but could tell he wasn't convinced. "I'm fine, don't worry." You looked back out the window. "I wasn't thinking about much of anything, really."

"I call bullshit," Yoongi said. "There's no way your head is empty." It wasn't, but you didn't want to talk about any of it either. You were tired of answering questions and explaining yourself. Just because you had most of their answers didn't mean you had all of them, nor that you wanted to share them. The car fell back into awkward silence as they realized you weren't going to speak again.

You needed a plan. That's what you forced yourself to think about. You had known Song wouldn't let you go so easily, but you had hoped that offering to return the obscene amount of money Namjoon and his gang were apparently worth would sway things in your favor. You were going to a new location, too, so you wouldn't have a lot of time to scope out an escape route if things went bad.

That was probably why Namjoon had sent these three with you. If it came down to it, you could survive Hobi's driving, Yoongi was probably a better shot than you were, and Jungkook looked like he could hold his own. It also explained why Namjoon didn't come with you himself.

The biggest thing was making sure it looked like you were alone. As much as Yoongi had offered, no one could sit in the meeting with you. It also meant you couldn't be seen getting out of their car.

"How much farther?" You asked as you sat up.

"About a kilometer and a half," Yoongi answered, "why?"

You undid the seat belt. "Drop me off here."

"Why??"

"Because they don't know I'm with anyone and I'd like to keep it that way, so either pull over and let me out, or I'm jumping." Yoongi started pulling over as Jungkook protested.

"But we promised RM-hyung—"

"You did, I didn't." RM must have been Namjoon, and that promise must have been to keep you safe. "I'm a big girl, Bunny Boy, I can take care of myself. Besides, we're in a populated enough area that Hobi should be able to hack into some camera system and you can stalk me that way."

Hobi rolled his eyes, but you could sense the concern rolling off of him in waves. Yoongi gave you the last few directions and told you they would be waiting down the block for you. "Don’t freeze your ass off."

"Busan gets colder." You opened the door and climbed out before they could protest more. You crossed the street with a quick glance to make sure you wouldn't get prematurely hit with a car, then made your way along the sidewalk.

Plan, you needed a plan, and you needed one fast. The biggest issue you had was you didn't know what game they would be playing: Seoul's, or Busan's. A meeting like this in Seoul would consist of an exchange of information and then you potentially getting sniped 24-48 hours later. A meeting like this in Busan would consist of an exchange of information and then you getting stabbed or shot before you even left your seat.

You looked all around you as you weaved through the light crowd on the sidewalk. Wang sent you to a public place, so chances of you getting directly attacked mid-meeting or right after were slim; but the tall buildings around you left far too many opportunities for a sniper open. There were a number of open alleyways that could be used for a quick escape, but the chances of getting cornered in them was also pretty high.

Would they attack you? Or would this be nothing more than breakfast and a send-off? Would they wait until you were back in Busan before joining the many who want your head?

Did you even want to go back to Busan?

...

Okay, nope, you weren't going to think about that right now. Right now was about survival—survive, then you could think about things like that.

If Busan made you good at one thing, it was surviving. If it made you good at two things, it was surviving and improvising. This was a situation where you couldn't plan ahead very far, you'd have to think on your feet in the moment. You couldn't think about it like a game of chess; that would get too complicated and you would get bogged down with details.

It was a game of rock-paper-scissors: either you'd get shot immediately, sometime later, or you wouldn't get shot at all.

Those outcomes were basic enough you could create rough drafts of a plan around. Not getting shot at was ideal, and required the least amount of work behind it, but not getting shot at was also the least likely of these outcomes. Getting shot sometime later had the most variables and was most likely, but later meant you could worry about it later.

Getting shot at immediately was the big problem, and unfortunately one you couldn't really address until you saw the environment you would be dealing with. Would there be lots of space to move around in or would things be cramped in tight? How many people, civilians, casualties could there be? And could you avoid them altogether?

You had stolen the gun beneath Yoongi's seat as you got out of the car, and the weapon was safely tucked into your waistband and hidden by your jacket. You weren't walking into this unarmed. But Seoul liked handling things quietly; the less chaos in the streets, the more the families and gangs could achieve. So for your benefit, and Bangtan's really, you couldn't shoot first.

You stopped in front of a decent-sized coffee shop on the corner. Windows lined the walls facing the street, and you could see a fair amount of customers inside, both standing in line and already seated with their drinks and laptops. Beanie's was printed on a sign hung above the door, with a doodled coffee cup next to it.

It was cute.

Why the fuck did Wang want to meet you here?

What trap were you about to walk into?

You looked around one last time, and from the corner of your eye you caught a glimpse of a familiar black car pulled up against the curb just a block or two away. You didn't glance at it for long—you couldn't, in case you were already being watched—but knowing someone familiar was here gave you a small sense of calm.

They wouldn't let anything happen to you.

Well. They wouldn't let anything within their power happen to you. You had a lot more autonomy than you used to and you were more than capable of getting yourself into and out of trouble; after all, you weren't sixteen anymore.

You took a deep breath and pulled the door open, making a small bell jingle overhead. You were grateful for the rush of warm air against your skin. You looked around the shop but saw no sign of Wang or any of Song's men, at least not inside. You did arrive a bit early, so you could use this time to your advantage. You got in line to order as you made note of everything around you.

There were no booths, just tables and chairs, and those could be used for either offence or defense. Chances were the windows weren't bulletproof, if anything they might be tempered, so there were several easy albeit obvious possible exits. Hot coffee itself could be a weapon and you wondered if asking the barista to make it as hot as possible would tip anyone off.

"You know what?" The man ordering in front of you caught your attention as his voice rose. "I'm never coming back here again. That sign's bullshit!" You took a step to the side to avoid being run over by him as he stormed out.

"Oh my god, so mean," came the came a high-pitched mocking whine from the barista behind the counter, currently flipping the retreating figure off.

"Happy holidays, sir!" A different barista yelled over her coworker, her voice overly chipper the way only someone who worked in customer service and was constantly yelled at could be. "Ohhhhh-kay, Emma, why don't you go take a break in the back, alright?" You watched the man's retreating form for another moment, then stepped up to the counter.

You froze.

"I am so sorry about all that," the barista continued. She hadn't looked at you yet, still pushing buttons on the register, probably clearing out the last order. "Anyways, uh, hi, welcome to Beanie's, what can I—" She finally looked up at you and paused, then broke into a real smile. "Oh my god! Y/N, right? From the ball last night?"

Jin's date, who he had just introduced you to last night, was standing on the other side of the counter.

And suddenly you knew exactly why Wang wanted to meet you here, and you knew exactly what kind of trap you just walked into.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, not bothering to keep your tone light. "Does Jin know you're here?"

She giggled. Giggled. Like she didn't know her life was about to be in danger. "Of course he does! I work here, obviously, and he's gonna stop by for lunch before he heads to his shift at the hospital."

She didn't know her life was about to be in danger.

"Has Jin told you anything?" You watched as her smile fell and her cheery disposition turned confused.

"About what?" She asked in return. You looked her in the eyes for a moment longer. This wasn't clever avoidance, the I know what you're talking about but I can't make it obvious that I know what you're talking about type of look.

She. Didn't. Know. Anything.

Two. They were about to be two members down.

"I'm gonna fucking kill him," you muttered, getting yourself as close to the counter as you could without climbing over it, and leaned over so only she could hear you. "You need to get out of here. Now."

"Why?" She whispered back. At least she had the common sense to look scared.

"You're not safe, not anymore." You glanced over her shoulder. "Is there a way you can get out through the back?" She nodded hesitantly. "Go hide out, call Jin to come get you now, and if you start hearing gunshots you run."

Her eyes went wide at the mention of bullets possibly flying. "I—what?" The bell above the door rang.

You pulled away, back to what a normal customer-employee distance would be. "Yeah, can I get a large black coffee?" Your voice went back to normal, but your eyes kept boring into hers. It took a second too long for her to perk back up.

"Of course!" She smiled and tapped away at the register. "Is that for here or to-go?" She looked at you again, and while you hated the fear you could see badly hidden in her eyes, you knew that fear would help keep her alive.

"For here," you answered, and she visibly relaxed a bit. "I'm meeting someone in a few minutes." She nodded and tapped again.

"Anyone special?" She asked you, her tone almost teasing. At least she was a good actress.

"Afraid not, just business."

"Will that be all today?"

"For right now, yeah." You glanced at the total on the screen facing you and pulled a small stack of cash from your pocket, handing it to her.

"We'll have that ready for you in just a minute," she said as she sorted the money into the register.

"Anna."

She paused, once again confused. "I'm sorry?"

"The name for the order?" You offered. "Anna." Her brows pinched together for a moment, and she looked like she was about to ask about your fake name, but she carried on instead.

"Right, of course, I'm so sorry. We'll have that right out for you." She scurried away to begin making you the drink you weren't planning on drinking and another barista filled her spot to help the person in line behind you.

You took a seat at a table next to one of the windows and looked out at the half-busy street. On the outside, you were fine. Just chilling, waiting patiently for your coffee. On the inside you were screaming. How did you not connect these dots earlier?

Song's men were watching you all night. They saw everyone you interacted with. They made note of who they were and how they could be used; and when they couldn't find much, if anything, on Jin, they turned to his date.

This sweet, innocent girl, who worked at a cheap downtown café and was probably falling in love with one of your old best friends, and had no idea what she was getting herself into.

You were going to kill Jin. He fucking knew better.

And when you ran out, it was her they decided to try and use against you solely because she was a civilian, she was innocent. They were trying to appeal to your humanity while putting you in a Catch 22: do what we want and she won't get hurt. Fight back and she's dead.

You knew Song wouldn't let you leave easily, even if you returned all 8 billion won. They knew you knew something, and they were going to do anything to try and get it out of you, including dragging other people into your mess.

Your simple game of Survival Rock-Paper-Scissors had turned back into the game of chess you were trying to avoid.

You could keep yourself alive. There weren't many scenarios where you would actually wind up dead. Injured, sure, there were plenty of those, but not dead. But you were much less sure of your abilities to keep yourself and someone else alive, especially when that someone else didn't have nearly the same training or skillset as you did.

"Order for Anna!" You twisted in your seat, about to get up and go fetch your coffee, when a set of legs came into view in front of you, stopping your movement. You didn't look up. You didn't need to.

"Please, allow us to get that for you," he said as he sat down in the chair across from you. One of the guards, you assumed, who had come with him went to the front to collect your drink. You turned to face him.

You were out of time.

Mr. Wang was a stout man with more muscle than fat, and probably about the same age as your father, maybe a few years older. He was Song's Right Hand, and you often wondered why Song would send someone so high up the hierarchy just do deal with someone like you.

He smiled. "Good morning, Ms. Lee." It was always unnerving, the way he said your name. Like he knew it was fake.

"Good morning, Mr. Wang." You kept your voice polite, trying to mask your worry with boredom. "I believe you promised me breakfast?"

"And yet you've already paid for your coffee," he said as the steaming drink was placed on the table in front of you. The guard took a seat directly behind you. They were trying to keep the outside appearance of the meeting casual.

"You should've gotten here before me, then."

Wang chuckled. "For someone who didn't want to meet this morning, you certainly are excited."

"The sooner I got here, the sooner I could leave." You were already tired of the forced pleasantries. "Why are we here, Mr. Wang?"

"You know perfectly well why, Ms. Lee. You're a clever girl." A chill ran down your spine at the phrase. It wasn't the first time you'd heard it, but it always carried such a sinister tone. Your father's voice always echoed in your mind. "I'm positive you've already figured it out."

"I have, and it's funny how you think I care." You rested your head against your palm, leaning on your elbow.

That got Wang to pause, but only for a small moment. "I recall you telling me that you didn't deal with innocents."

"If she attended the ball last night, then she isn't all that innocent, is she?" She absolutely was, but the more you could get Wang to think otherwise, the more he would focus on you instead of her. Wang only hummed, and stared you down a moment longer before folding his hands on the table.

"The information, Ms. Lee." His voice was harder now, lower. The small talk was over. The waters had been tested. The pieces were in place.

The game had begun.

"And what information would you like? As I said on the phone, I have plenty, but not much of it requires your attention."

"And as I stated—"

"You'll be the judge of that, yes, yes, I remember." You rolled your eyes and looked back out the window. "Ask away."

Wang was silent. You people-watched as you waited for him to take his turn. There was a small advantage you had over him: he was probably playing seven mind games right now, and whatever happened here would effect most of them. You were only playing this game right now, so all your attention could stay focused here.

It was a very tense two minutes before he spoke again. "The information, Ms. Lee," he repeated.

You turned back to him and smiled ruefully. "And what information would you like?" You asked again. Normally, you could play this game all day, but it wasn't just your life at stake right now. "Specific questions get specific answers, Mr. Wang."

The man let out a sigh, as if he were indulging a young child. "The information on Bangtan, Ms. Lee. We had originally hired you to kill them, still none of them are dead. But surely in the past four months you've managed to do something of use."

Actually, no. You really haven't done anything. Had you not run into Jungkook your first night in Seoul, and had he not mentioned Namjoon's name, perhaps the past four months could have turned out differently.

But instead, in the past four months you've done next to nothing but have a panic attack nearly every day, get maybe two hours of sleep each night, and occasionally run into someone from your past. The only times you actually tried to do what you were hired for was the night you first met Park at the bar, and last night at the ball.

You have done nothing but bullshit your way through this job.

"I've learned a number of things," you told him, "does that count?" Wang only lifted an eyebrow at you, but it had no effect. He was far from intimidating, and you were far from impressed. You continued, "I've learned what the Southern Underground means when they say that the North is boring; I've learned that public transportation is much better here than it is in Busan; and I learned that I am pretty enough for Park Jimin to sleep with."

You have not slept with Park Jimin. You did not want to sleep with Park Jimin. A very large part of you still wanted to cut Park Jimin's dick off.

But if it was going to upset them to think that you did sleep with Park Jimin and that that was the reason he was still alive, then yeah, sure, you slept with Park Jimin. Best sex you've ever had, ate you out like a champ, his hips did not lie.

Wang stayed quiet, merely observing you. You didn't like the way he was looking at you. You expected him to be angry, sure, but there was an air of disappointment about him too. Like he had expected better from you and you had let him down. "So what you're telling me, Ms. Lee, is that we paid you an obscene amount of money—in full, in advance, in cash, just as you required—to kill several people, and you have spent the past four months whoring yourself out to them?"

The hand in your lap curled into a fist and you dug your nails into your palm. It was still sore from last night, but that helped. The pain was the only thing that kept you from reacting to his words.

You hated that word. You hated that word. There was a phantom stinging on your left side, right over your ribs, and your father's voice rang through your head again.

You wanted to be a whore that badly, Darling...

"Well maybe you shouldn't have lied to me." And this was where the bullshitting continued. Wang's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the accusation. He opened his mouth but you kept going. "I am a clever girl, Mr. Wang, and I did my research once I got the job. I'm not sure who is kidnapping women and children, but it's not Bangtan. They're far from saints, but they still have some decent morals."

Wang closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath in, slowly letting it out. You weren't sure if he was buying it or not, but you really hoped he was. "Enough." That single word set you on high alert. It could mean anything. This wasn't how the game usually went.

"Enough," he repeated, then looked over his shoulder at the man behind him. "Call my son, tell him the game is over." Wang stood, and you felt the one behind you stand with him. "Grab her, let's go." A hand grabbed your shoulder.

"Don't fucking touch me." You shoved the hand off and glared up at Wang. "I am not going anywhere."

"Let's not make a scene, Ms. L/N." You froze, eyes wide. "Please make this easy and come quietly."

L/N. They knew who you really were. How did they know? You had been going by Lee Anna for the last six years. This job was far more dangerous than you had ever thought.

You shoved the panic down, Jackson had taught you years ago that you can't panic in the middle of a job, not if you want to stay alive, box it up, shove it down, get the job done, you can break down once you get home.

I'll be there to help you when you do.

"If you didn't want me to make a scene, Mr. Wang, you would've chosen somewhere more private for us to meet." Like hell, would you ever go anywhere quietly. Besides, making a scene gave you several advantages.

Like chaos you could better escape in.

You grabbed your coffee and threw it at Wang, smirking in satisfaction at the cry he let out as the scalding liquid soaked into his suit. The man behind you grabbed your shoulder again, this time more firmly. Instead of pushing him off, you grabbed him by the wrist and stood, twisting his arm around as you moved. He cried out from the pain, his limb in an unnatural position. With your free hand, you pulled the gun from your waistband and shot.

Blood splattered as he dropped and screams erupted from the other customers and employees. You turned and shot the other guard, the one that had sat behind Wang, and though it wasn't a fatal shot the man was still down for the count. You ran to the front, people moving out of the way of the crazy girl with the gun (several of them on their phone probably calling the police), and vaulted yourself over the counter.

You crashed into the back kitchen, calling out for Jin's date. She had followed most of your instructions and gone into the back after making your drink. You saw her pacing in fear by the back door, her phone clutched in her hand. "I told you to run if you heard gunshots!"

"I didn't want to run alone!" Okay, you couldn't really blame her for that. "This leads into the alley out back." You grabbed her hand and shoved her out the door.

"Stay in front of me, run as fast as you can, and whatever you do, do not let go of my hand." Her grip on you turned harsh as she did what you said and the two of you took off running through the alley. "I've got a car waiting two blocks over, but we need to get to it through the alleyways."

"Why?" She was already panting, which didn't bode well for either of you.

"Because we'll be easier targets if we run out on the street. That's probably where the rest of them were waiting." Wang was probably expecting you to run, but he had probably planned for you to run out the front instead of the back. They were bound to follow you, but they'd be behind you, which gave you a better chance of protecting her.

"Who even are they??"

"People who want my head and were willing to use you to get it." She turned to look at you over her shoulder, and you were satisfied at the fear in her eyes. Fear would keep her alert, and hopefully, alive. "Turn left."

You could hear footsteps coming. If you were alone you could just take them on, get it done and over with and leave their bodies as a message: This is what happens when you mess with me. But you couldn't risk anything happening to her, not because of you.

The alley you were running down lead to the street with no other turnoffs you could use. It was still too early in your escape for the two of you to be back out in the open. You risked a glance over your shoulder, trying to see if it was clear enough to turn back, but you didn't get a good look at the man in the distance before Coffee Girl gasped and stuttered to a halt. Your gaze shot forward once more and fell on a dark silhouette holding a gun.

You raised yours to shoot, acting on more on instinct than rationality, when you heard a familiar voice yell out "Joystick!" You recognized the codeword instantly: drop. You wrapped your arm around Coffee Girl's shoulders and forced her and yourself to the ground. Her string of mumbled "oh my god oh my god oh my god" was cut off by a scream as another gunshot sounded followed by a thud.

"Photocopy," Yoongi called to you, signaling that it was clear to get back up. He jogged over to help both of you up, though it quickly turned into you and him trying to help Coffee Girl. "I'd hoped you'd know those."

"Spent a week in Daegu," you told him, looking behind you at the dead body now laying in the alley.

"And you survived?"

"Barely."

"Yoongi?" Coffee Girl asked quietly, her voice shaking. You turned your attention back to her; she wasn't doing okay, not that you expected her to be. "You're involved in this too?" Yoongi gave her his bracket smile in response, but it did little to comfort her.

"Where's the car?"

"Coming back around," Yoongi answered. "Once the gunshots started we needed to appear as though we were fleeing civilians. I jumped out to come find you and J-Hope took the wheel."

"J-Hope?"

"Hoseok."

Dread rushed through you. "Great, Hobi's driving."

"He really has gotten better."

"I call bullshit."

"What is going on?!" Coffee Girl yelled, catching your attention once more. You turned to face her fully and placed your hands on her shoulders, hoping to help ground her a bit.

"Hey," you said, your voice firm but gentle, "I know things are confusing and beyond scary right now, but you gotta keep it together for just a bit longer. We're going to keep you safe, and you're going to be okay, and soon you'll be back with Jin and you can ask him all sorts of questions. Okay?" She took a deep, albeit shaky breath, and nodded. You dropped one hand, then looked at Yoongi. "How much longer until Hobi pulls up?"

"A couple more minutes?" He sounded like he was guessing. "Traffic gets backed up when people start panicking—thanks for that, by the way."

"Remind me to apologize later." You let Coffee Girl go, both of you leaning against the brick. "How many people do we think are looking for us right now?"

Yoongi shrugged. "Can't be too many left, with how many we've alre—"

There was another gunshot, too close for comfort, and the brick next to your head burst in a small spray of rock. Coffee Girl screamed in your ear again, covering her head and dropping to the ground. You dropped with her, trying your best to cover her body with yours while Yoongi shot back. You heard the click of his weapon and a soft fuck.

"Trade me," you told him.

"Not a chance in hell," he protested, dropping into a crouch to trade out the magazine.

"Let me take care of this, Yoongi."

"No."

"Yoongi—"

"We aren't losing you again." That made you pause. In a way, you could understand what he was feeling. There was a big difference between then and now, though.

"I'm not sixteen anymore, Yoongi," you told him, "and beyond that, I've spent plenty of time surviving down south. I can take care of myself. She can't." He turned away, and you recognized the I don't like what you're telling me but I can't argue against it either look. "Get her out of here, and let me go."

He let out a deep breath. "Fine, but I expect you to be right behind us."

"Fine." You stood up to aim for the shooter, and to draw his attention, while Yoongi helped Coffee Girl up enough to get her on her feet so she could run. After a few seconds of not getting shot at, of not seeing anyone, and when you were sure the other two had a chance to get further away, you called out, "What, too scared to shoot?"

"Don't provoke them!" Yoongi hissed at you. You ignored him, taking careful steps backwards.

"Come on, don't be shy! I don't bite hard! And my aim isn't that great!"

"Y/N!"

You rolled your eyes, but turned to follow them, only speeding up when you heard thudding footsteps behind you. So they wouldn't shoot at you, but they'd chase you? That was definitely worth looking into later.

You were right behind Yoongi when you left the alley. The once kind-of-busy street had been essentially abandoned, the occasional car driving past replaced with several police cars; though surprisingly the roadway hadn't been blocked off from any potential oncoming traffic. Then a familiar black car shot past, and the three of you ran for it.

"Don't let her get away!"

Hobi skidded to a stop against the curb just ahead of you, Jungkook jumping out of the back before the car had fully stopped moving. He pulled the passenger door open then raced towards you. Yoongi pushed Coffee Girl forward, Jungkook catching her wrist and pulling her ahead, then pushed her into the front seat. Yoongi went to the side facing the street, flinging the car door open and throwing himself into the back. Jungkook opened the opposite back door, and held it open for you.

You heard the gunshot before you felt it. A hot, tearing pain ripped through your left side right as you dove for the opening. Jungkook jumped in after you, slamming the door as Hobi took off. Coffee Girl was in the passenger seat, probably in shock, and you were sandwiched between Yoongi and Jungkook.

You clutched at the wound, trying to slow down the bleeding, clenching your jaw against the pain. It was a lucky shot. You would need to deep clean your jacket again.

Hobi was focused on driving (and no, he had absolutely not gotten better in the last ten years, you definitely felt just as sick as you used to); Jungkook was leaning around the front seat, trying to talk to Jin's date; and Yoongi was on the phone. You wanted to pay attention to that, to stay focused on something, but the new wound was disturbing an old emotional scar.

You knew what was going to happen. Eventually one of them would notice you were injured, Yoongi would inform Jin, Jin would probably strap you to a medical table so he could take care of the new hole in your body, and then he would see the scar. And then he would tell Namjoon.

And Namjoon couldn't know about it.

Despite knowing better, you leaned your head back and closed your eyes. You needed to stay awake. You needed to stay alive. You needed to not be so damn tired.

You needed Jackson.

Your free hand patted around your jacket pockets, looking for your phone. You needed to call him back, and he definitely needed to know about the shot. You also knew it had been too long since you'd last talked with him, and with the new developments this job had, he needed to be in the loop.

He was also 100% going to get after you for getting injured and for not answering his calls and the sooner you contacted him the sooner he could get every bad word about you out and move on to the important things.

"Where's my phone?" you mumbled, feeling nothing but soft jacket as you continued searching. "What the fuck?" You definitely had it in the café, you had to check and make sure it was on silent so Jackson's calls wouldn't interrupt your meeting.

"You okay?" Yoongi asked, turning his phone receiver away. Jin was no doubt bombarding him with questions about how Coffee Girl was doing.

You tried taking a deep breath, then had to hide a pained grimace you were sure he picked up on. "I can't find my phone."

Yoongi's eyes narrowed. "And beyond that?" he prodded. You didn't look at him, and tried to make the hold you had on your side casual. "Y/N?"

"I smell blood?" Jungkook said, trying to wrap his large body around the front seat. "Are you okay? Did you get hurt?"

"N-no, no, I'm okay." Coffee Girl reminded you of when you were sixteen. You could vaguely remember having been pushed into a dark car, someone you cared about injured and resting in the back, the smell of blood.

"Jin, we have a second problem," Yoongi said into his phone, "and this one's worse. Seok-ah, step on it." Hobi somehow started driving faster, and you squeezed your eyes shut hoping to avoid getting motion sickness on top of what you were already dealing with.

"Y/N-ssi? Did you get hurt?" Jungkook turned his questions to you, and you could hear the same care and concern in his voice that he had in your apartment last night. Honestly, why did he care so much? The kid barely even knew you.

"I'm fine."

"That wasn't the question."

"Yoongi—"

"No, not this time, not when you're bleeding out in the back of my car. Jin, we'll see you at home. Try to keep Namjoon calm."

"Good luck with that," Hobi said, probably to himself, as he whipped the car around a corner. You grunted as the movement made you slide into Jungkook. You held onto your side tighter, trying to hold the wound and yourself together.

Namjoon couldn't know.

"Y/N-ssi, please, that's a lot of blood, let us help you."

"I'll be fine, just get me to the estate—"

"I'm working on it!" Hobi interrupted.

"—and then I'll get stitched up!"

"Would this help?" The quiet voice shocked you, and you turned to see Coffee Girl offering you a rumpled up piece of fabric. "With the bleeding? Your jacket looks a little..." She trailed off, looking for the right word but coming up empty. You didn't blame her.

You blinked at her for a moment. Slowly, your free hand reached out to take the fabric from her. It was her apron, you could see the coffee stains on it now. "Thanks," you told her quietly as you tucked the apron under your blood-stained jacket, wincing a little at the movement.

"Hyung, text Jin, tell him our ETA is five minutes," Hobi spoke up, taking what you recognized as the forever-long driveway back to the estate. If you thought about it, having such a long entrance; Hobi had probably hidden cameras and motion sensors in the trees that lined the road and kept a close eye on them. Any extra time to see that someone is coming could be the difference between life and death.

You leaned your head back and closed your eyes again, trying to mentally prepare yourself to see Namjoon and to fight with Jin. This wasn't the first time you'd been shot, and you could take care of yourself just fine. You knew Jin would have a fully-stocked medical room somewhere in that building, you'd just need someone to point you in that direction and you'd manage on your own.

But Jin wouldn't go down without a serious fight - if at all - and Namjoon was probably losing his mind already. Getting him to stay away from you wouldn't be possible without help from some of the guys.

Really, why wouldn't they all just leave you alone? Why wouldn't everyone leave you alone? No more jobs, no more Jackson, no more past coming back to haunt you.

"Don't fucking fall asleep."

"Min Yoongi I swear to god—"

"You aren't in any state to make threats."

"I don't remember you two fighting like an old married couple," Hobi sighed. "You ready for the panic?"

"Kook, hold Namjoon back," Yoongi said.

"But—"

"Do it. We gotta get Y/N downstairs with as little interference as possible."

"She'll probably need to be carried in," Hobi added.

"Don't talk about me like I'm not here!" You yelled. "And I can walk!"

"You probably shouldn't though," Jungkook said softly.

"And they are all waiting for us on the front steps," Hobi announced as he pulled up to the estate. You opened your eyes to look out the window. Namjoon had paced himself a little path in the snow, while Jin was endlessly tapping his foot. Jimin and Taehyung had apparently returned and were leaning against the front door. "Good luck to all of you."

"We aren't going to war, hyung."

"OH, yes you are." Hobi put the car in park and everyone but you and Coffee Girl started moving. Yoongi opened the door and climbed out of the car, Hobi and Jungkook following suit. Jin ran up to the passenger door, followed closely by Jimin, who looked a lot more concerned for Coffee Girl than he had seemed with you earlier that morning.

Namjoon tried lunging towards the car and tripped going down the stairs. Tae reached out to catch him before he could fully fall, then pulled him back and said something to him that Namjoon didn't like.

Jin opened the passenger door and immediately began bombarding Coffee Girl with questions. "Are you okay? Did you get hurt at all? I'm sorry, I am so, so sorry."

"Hyung, give her some space, let her get out," Jimin gently chided him, holding his suit jacket in his hand.

Jungkook caught your attention by holding his hand out to you. You looked back and forth between it and his face. You saw nothing but quiet determination and gentle earnestness. "You can trust us," he whispered, repeating his words from last night. You gritted your teeth, and held your side harder.

Namjoon couldn't know.

You glanced back at Jin and Jimin. Coffee Girl was now out of the car, with Jimin's jacket wrapped around her shoulders to help protect her from the cold. You could hear Jin telling her, "I'll be with you as soon as I can, I need to help Y/N, but this is Jimin, he's the one who drinks a lot but he'll take care of you."

"Hey! Don't slander my good name in front of her!"

"Y/N," Jungkook said again, "please." He held his hand closer to you, like that would make you more likely to take it. Jimin wrapped his arm around Coffee Girl and began leading her inside. Yoongi and Hobi had joined Tae in holding Namjoon back. Jin turned his sights on you and any sympathy in his voice vanished.

"Y/N, get out of the car, now."

You really didn't like being bossed around. "Jungkook asked me nicely."

"And you didn't move. My turn. Out. Now."

"You're not—"

"Not your friend right now," Jin interrupted you. "Right now, I'm a doctor trying to save your life and giving you the option of autonomy before I risk making the wound worse and pulling you out."

"You can't do that."

"Try me."

"Hyung, please, let me hand—"

"Three."

"Are you fucking serious Jin??"

"Two."

"Don't fucking touch me!"

"Hyung!"

"One!"

"Can't win the game if you're dead!" Taehyung's voice rang over all of your arguing, the line directed at you. "Is this really how you wanna go? Bleeding out in a car because of some cheap shot and refusing help from your friends?"

…

Well, when he put it that way, no, not really. You'd contemplated your death before, but a cheap shot in the side was never on the list. If and when you did go, you wanted it to be on your own terms.

Not something like this.

You met Jin's eyes, matching his ferocity. "Only you." Namjoon couldn't know.

"If that's what it takes," he yielded easily. "One of us will need to help you with the stairs though, you've lost a lot of blood."

"I haven't lost enough to lose coherence," you mumbled, finally taking Jungkook's outstretched hand. He helped pull you from the vehicle and caught you when you wobbled after standing. Jin turned and quickly made his way up the front steps and into the estate.

Namjoon still stood on the porch, being lightly held back by Hobi and Yoongi, all three of them watching you with concern (and in Yoongi's case, a bit of frustration). You looked away quickly, not wanting to chance making eye contact.

Jungkook helped you take a few steps, your breathing abruptly becoming shallow and labored from the movement. You clutched at your side and felt the stares boring more holes through your jacket. Jungkook paused after getting you up the first step. "Maybe I could carry you again?" he asked timidly. "It'll be faster, and maybe a bit less painless for you."

Maybe it was because you had just been shot, and you had already fought with two of your old friends, and you saved a poor innocent girl from possibly getting killed today. Maybe it was because you wanted to get out of Namjoon's sight as soon as possible, and you wanted Jin get things over with, and you wanted Taehyung's words to get our of your head. Maybe it was because you were tired, and you were in pain, and part of you had already given up. Maybe it was a complex combination of all of these things that made you say yes to Jungkook's offer to carry you for the second time in twenty-four hours.

He picked you up even more gently than he had last night, mindful of your wound, but that didn't stop the pain and discomfort from being put in a new position so quickly, nor from being bounced in his arms, even as he tried to keep you as steady as he could.

You won't admit that you curled into his large chest as you passed the three men still standing and staring at you, hoping to keep them from getting too close a look at you, to keep them from seeing you wince at Namjoon's soft, "Y/N…"

Jungkook carried you into the house and to the door that you assumed led down to the basement, and where Jin kept all his medical things. Going down the staircase was bumpy and Jungkook kept muttering "sorry, sorry, sorry," all the way down. You were relieved once you reached the bottom.

The basement was large, and gave off a more homey and lived-in vibe than the rest of the estate did. There was a section full of gym equipment, a couple large couches in front of a wall with a projector hanging on the ceiling above, and a few table games like pool and table tennis. Another wall had a full bar and an open pantry with stuffed with snacks, and some bookshelves lined with both books and what looked like DVD cases.

It was close to what you expected to see from a bunch of single men in their mid-to-late twenties.

Jin was in one of the rooms that branched off, and Jungkook took you there. It was basically a room taken straight out of a hospital with how many medical supplies Jin had stacked and organized in it, complete with an uncomfortable looking hospital bed that Jungkook gently placed you down on. You leaned back with a sigh of relief to finally be in a more horizontal position.

Jin had a tray of tools and supplies next to him, and he was getting the IV set up. "Upstairs, Kookie," he said, "go help keep Namjoon calm."

"But—"

"Now, Kook. I need to focus."

"Won't you need help though?" Jungkook asked in a last-ditch attempt to stay with you.

That got Jin to pause. He looked at you. "If I do need a second pair of hands, who do you want down here?"

You sighed again, but had an easy answer. "Yoongi." He was Jin's stand-in nurse back when Jin's medical room was the smaller bedroom in his apartment, and if Yoongi did see anything you knew he wouldn't snitch.

Jin nodded, then continued working. "Tell Yoongi to be on stand-by, now up you go." Jungkook rolled his eyes, but left, grumbling something about how even though he's the youngest he can still do things and help people.

"Keep this on." He clipped a sensor onto your middle finger and the screen next to the bed lit up with your vitals. "Okay, first we need to stop that bleeding, then I can insert the IV to start replacing it. I'm guessing you won't let me cut your jacket off you?" Your glare was the only response he received. He exhaled. "Then this is going to hurt."

"I'm already in pain, Jin." You dropped the apron and tugged your jacket off your arms, then rolled your shirt up to expose the injury. It was small, and wasn't complete through your torso. It looked more like a large bug had taken a bite out of you than it did a gunshot wound. The bleeding had started slowing, although it was still constant.

You hoped Jin was too occupied with it to notice your scar directly above it.

"Alright, so what I'll do is clean around it first, then—"

"This isn't my first time being shot, Jin," you told him, beyond exasperated at this point. "I know the process, let's just get it done please."

He didn't say anything back, probably just as done with you. You kept your eyes firmly on the ceiling, despite the brightness of the lights hurting them. Jin worked quickly, just as knowledgeable in the procedure, considering all the bullet wounds he's definitely worked on over the years.

"I don't know my blood type." you said as he tied the tourniquet around your arm.

Jin shrugged. "We're all different types, the seven of us, so I just have a large storage of O-neg. Make a fist." You complied, wincing slightly at the pinch of the needle going in. "Alright, let's get some pain killers in you, shall we?"

You didn't like the feeling of new liquids being forced into your veins, but you did welcome the quick relief they offered. That relief was short-lived, however, as your body started to relax a bit too much and your eyes started drooping.

"Did you sedate me?"

Jin wouldn't look at you. "Your body is going to need plenty of rest in order to fully recover."

"That is a bullshit answer and you know it."

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I truly am, but you've fought just about everyone today, and I can't have you fighting me while I'm trying to take care of you." Your eyes stung from the betrayal he didn't understand.

Instead of responding, you closed your eyes fully and accepted it. It was another things being in Busan had taught you well: accepting things that were happening to you. You had fought as hard as you could, but in the end you weren't strong enough (you never were), so it was time to just accept the will of someone else. Jackson told you time and again that your life would be easier that way.

Your last thought before slipping into unconsciousness was remembering that you still hadn't called him back.

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