Pairing: Jimin x Y/N
Synopsis: How do you help someone with their emotions if you don’t feel emotions? When your brother’s best friend dies in a tragic car accident and he spirals downwards in depression, you devote yourself to helping him out of his misery. But when his other best friend becomes suicidal following the loss, it isn’t merely about helping them. It’s about saving them.
Word count: 1400+
Previous / Next
The only word that can explain my situation.
Sleeping is hard.
Pretending to be okay is hard.
Breathing is hard.
Staying alive is very hard.
Every passing morning I wake up, I wish I didn’t. Waking up to an eerily quiet apartment, walking down the over crowded streets feeling alone and pulling through the day with all the energy I have is mentally and physically exhausting.
My therapist was kind, too kind for my liking. A young, dynamic woman interested in helping those who came to her. She suggested a lot of changes to my lifestyle that would help me move on.
I appreciate her efforts, but she did not see the bigger problem. It wasn’t that I was unable to move on, I refused to move on.
I was afraid of getting comfortable in a world without him.
The idea of waking up one morning, brewing myself bitter coffee that he hated, hustling through work and going for a walk in the park on a Tuesday evening with a smile on my face pretending like I’m alive and kicking made me sick. The day he died, I did too. The only difference between my dead best friend and I is that his body died too, whereas mine survived.
It survived when I tried to cut myself open, the pain on my skin barely felt against the pain in my head.
Watching the thick blood gushing out through the wounds I’ve inflicted on myself using the shiny kitchen knife was less horrifying than watching his wooden casket lowered to the ground.
My body survived the multiple drug intake that would’ve killed anyone else. Feeling my face hit the cold bathroom floor before the lights in my head went out as I blacked out was less scary than going to bed that night knowing every tomorrow then onwards would be a day away from our last day together.
I don’t know how long I was unconscious on the floor as the drugs attempted to slowly took my life before Jungkook found me in my apartment. I don’t even know how the guy let himself in. He probably used the spare key Taehyung let him borrow.
The name pierces my chest. My mouth feels dry, my cheeks sunken in. If pain was a taste, it would be all-too-familiar for my hallucinating tongue.
I hate him for leaving us. But I hate myself for putting him in a situation where we lost him. I hate myself for being the first one to wake up in the toppled car that day. I hate myself for looking over at him and helplessly watching him draw his last breath. I hate myself for crying while my best friends were bleeding to death in the burning car.
By a miracle Jungkook and I survived. Neither of us sustained any injuries to the head, fortunately. Jungkook fractured his left arm and broke a few ribs. I broke a few ribs and fractured my right leg. With the help of a cast and rest, we both recovered in 3 weeks.
The doctors kept telling us we were lucky ones, to heal from such wounds in such a short period of time. They told us we were lucky enough to have survived such a crash.
The car had collided with an oncoming truck carrying wood and rolled 18 meters before coming to a stop.
It had been crushed from the side he was seated on. Paramedics said the car door had to be removed from his body. His insides were like water, his guts shapeless.
The blunt force of metal crashing against him had cracked his skull, causing internal bleeding. Doctors said he died a very painful death and I asked them why.
Why did Taehyung suffer that way? Why did Taehyung go through so much of pain?
The guy who plays with children on the street, the guy who helps the blind man cross the street to the bakery around the block every weekend, the guy who rescues stray cats and dogs and takes them to the vet, spending on their treatment with his own pocket money before taking them to adoption centres. The guy with the golden heart.
The world is full of shitty people; murderers, rapists, abusers. They roam the face of the planet with blood on their hands and sin in her souls and Taehyung was taken away painfully?
I open my eyes to wake up from the thinking, to end the painful conversation I always have with myself.
Opening my eyes slowly, I take in the silent room. A slit of sunlight tears through the dark, not enough to illuminate the room.
It was very kind of Jungkook to take me in and as much as I love the guy, I wouldn’t say I am entirely comfortable sharing his space.
I want to be alone, to remember and regret.
The whole accident... I didn’t have enough time to process it with the funeral happening too soon and my mind poisoning me with guilt.
I keep telling myself there was absolutely nothing I could’ve done to save him, he died before help arrived. Had he survived by any miracle, he would live a miserable life; a half dead vegetable rotting away on bed till his body gets too old to live. We all know Taehyung would’ve hated that.
But thinking of all the things we could’ve done differently, like other ways we could’ve spent that day instead of drunk driving, sends a cold jab through my windpipe, not allowing me to breathe setting my lungs on fire.
I get out of bed, pushing away the dark sheets that cannot engulf me in enough warmth. I trace my fingers along the wall looking for the light switch.
Finding it I switch it on.
Blinding white light fills the room, my eyes squinting against the amount of sudden light.
It all happens too quick.
The dull silence of the room.
It all takes me back to the hospital room.
Bright white light. Too bright for me to fully open my eyes and take in the people silently rushing around me.
The only sound the beeping of my heart monitor.
My ears pick up inaudible voices. Someone with a deep voice. Someone with a raspy voice. A female voice.
“He was dead when they got there”
“..... they had to remove parts of the car from him. The entire door was jammed into his side”
A few gasps echo in the room.
“...... internal bleeding [inaudible] painful last moments”
“He’s stable I just checked”
Breathing was hard. I need air.
The beeping got louder, scarier.
Words were thrown across the room.
“Patient is crashing!”
“Get the doctor!”
“Oh my God his vitals are dropping”
Where are they?
I was screaming but no one seemed to hear.
The insides of my head were throbbing, my lungs begging for air and fear wetting my eyes.
I need them.
Someone please tell them I’m calling for them.
I feel heavy and light at the same time. I can taste bile in my mouth. I have a nasty gut feeling.
Why are people panicking around me?
I should be the one panicking! I’m all alone chained onto a bed that’s not mine with tubes inserted through multiple cuts in my body and I don’t see any of my friends next to me!
“Charge at 200 volts!”
“Push the tray this way!”
“Ask Henry to immediately get his ass in here!”
Static. The sound of a walkie talkie being turned on.
“Henry you are required in the theatre. It’s an emergency!”
Shut up shut up shut up somebody please make them shut up!
The voices make my ears bleed. My brain hurts trying to process what they are shouting to each other.
Taehyung! I scream.
Where’s my voice?
Why did no sound come out?
The light is too bright. I can’t open my eyes.
Where are you?!
“Jimin hyung look at me!”
Why are you shouting Jungkook?
I feel someone roughly grabbing my arms. Pulling me down. Sitting me down on the wooden floor. My bottom shivers when it comes in contact with the cold floor.
“Hyung! Look at me”
Why do you sound so desperate Jungkook?
Where are the doctors and nurses who were here just a minute ago?
“Hyung, hyung! Just look at me”
Jungkook’s weak cries turn my face towards him. I blink as I take in his broken expression.
Why does Jungkook look so sad?
I look around the room.
I don’t see the hospital bed. Where is my heart monitor?
A girl with a horrified expression pasted on her pretty face looms over me.
I look at my friend confusingly.
“Jungkook, where’s Taehyung?”
I watched as a light go out in Jungkook’s eyes.
Where is Taehyung?
Fic Recs | BTS Masseur / Massage Therapists AUs
Dear Masseur Anon,
I am sorry it took me so long to clean up this draft. =) Just been busy and I get distracted sometimes so the drafts end up unfinished. But here you go 😊
We Float @lamourche - Hoseok
one shot | 9k | Massage Therapist!Hoseok, Angst with Happy Ending, NOT SMUT, check tags for warnings | A, F
A face peers out at you. There’s no beard, no long shaggy hair. For a moment, you wish he did walk around shirtless. He’s handsome. He’s taller than you, with brown hair that almost falls into his eyes and undercut on the sides. Warm brown eyes and a cute nose. It’s fucking cute his nose. He’s wearing cargo shorts, a Hawaiian shirt and white crocs.
Well, that’s better. He’s still handsome and his kind eyes make you want to confess some prior sin, but it’s easy to scowl at a guy in white crocs.
🌷ggukkienote: I love this because I’d associate massage scenes with smut, too! But this is a different take and it’s more about healing.
Transference @dark-muse-iris - Hoseok
series [10/10] | 79.6k | Therapist!Hoseok (he’s like a counselor slash massage therapist), more of sex therapist, BDSM, slow burn | S, A
Prolonged periods of work-related stress bring you to a crossroads in your life that leaves you prone to make impulsive decisions. During a routine visit to the local bakery, you stumble upon an intriguing business card belonging to a "tantric therapist" and take a risk. When you discover your therapist is an attractive young man with a penchant for shibari, you throw caution to the wind as he helps guide you to self-recovery.
🌷ggukkienote: part of my favorite Hobi fics. A must read and a classic too!
Table Talks @avveh - Taehyung
One shot | 7.8k | Masseur AU, Massage Therapist AU, PWP | S
After a string of bad dates and even worse hook-ups, your friend encourages you to visit Heavenly Massage for some well-deserved stress relief. 🔥 (writer never disappoints with smut)
Our Little Secret @pars-ley - Taehyung
one shot | 3.3k | Massage Therapist!Taehyung, some twist in the end | S
A relaxing spa session ends up being much less therapeutic than you imagine but you get much more than you thought possible
Helping Hands @snackhobi - Taehyung
One shot | 13.3k | Friends to Lovers, Unrequited (OC, at first) | F, S
you’re used to being in love with taehyung. you’ve had a lot of time to get good at it, after all—by this point you’re the world’s expert at keeping your less-than-platonic feelings hidden from him, what with the amount of practice you’ve had.
but then he signs up for a massage therapy course, because apparently you can never catch a break.
or: the one where taehyung gives you a full body massage and then some.
Touch @upinthestarsx3 - Taehyung
Drabble | 2k | College AU, Massage Therapy student!Taehyung, Best Friend AU | S, F
“You wanna give me a sex massage?”
Side to Side @forgottenpasta - Jimin
One shot | 7.2k | Physical Therapist!Reader, Idol!Jimin, Idol AU, PWP | S
Jimin loves massages and as his physical therapist it’s your duty to help him relax. Even if it means blurring professional boundaries and going a little too deep with your “hands on” approach.
Surprisingly Sensitive @mintchocohip - Jimin
Drabble | 1.3k | Dancer!Jimin, kind of post-smut scenario | S
You’re Jimin’s former massage therapist, and his new girlfriend.
A Sweet Touch, A Finer Delicacy @koyakoo - Jimin x Reader x Jungkook
Series [18/24] | 73k+ | Masseuse/Masseur AU, Massage Therapist AU, CEO!Jungkook, Romance, Slice of Life, Poly AU | A, S, F
A place he wasn’t supposed to be with Jungkook being a big shot CEO; his father warned him about any and every scandal that could possibly arise but, this… wasn’t one of them. Jungkook’s curiosity had gotten the better of him when he overheard one of his employees talking about it and he found himself standing outside this place. His interest was definitely peaked.
Or, Jungkook goes to a massage parlor only to fall in love with his massage therapist(s) aka you and Jimin.
Tumblr | AO3 [18 chapters are posted on AO3]
The ones deleted are:
↳ Soft Touch by minnpd - Jungkook
↳ Aromatherapy by iq-biased - Jungkook (author has ao3 but this fic has not been posted)
↳ The Namjoon one, perhaps is it by honeymoonjin?
Sexual Healing @honeymoonjin - Namjoon
One shot | 9.7k | Sex Therapist!Namjoon (perhaps this is the fic you are talking about? it’s more of sex clinic and not much “massage” but there’s a massage room, pwp | S
desperate to finally break your masturbatory dry spell, you seek out a professional.
Thank you dear authors for these! I realize there are people looking for massage therapists-related fics and it’s so rare to find such fics. I am glad you’re so creative in including such roles in your fics. These are gems 💜
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Fangirl pt. 6
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Slow Burn, Idol A/U
Pairing: BTS OT7 x backupdancer!reader
Summary: Y/N, being a huge fangirl, finally got her chance to work alongside her favorite idol group as a backup dancer. She gets to know each member personally and realizes that her feelings may be more than fangirl-idol attraction.
Word Count: 8.1K
Warnings: slight angst, minor character death, implied PTSD, panic attack
Taglist: @nochujeonjk @i-like-puppy-mg @miyochan @satotakeru14 @boba-tea1206 @blimpintime @kodzuskook @fangirl125reader @xicanacorpse
PARTS: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6
You’re back at your apartment, staring blankly at the ceiling as you lay down on the floor of your living room trying to contemplate what just happened today. It was supposed to be a free day for you but so far, everything is so crazy. You shrill as you curl yourself into ball, rolling to the side, as you recall all the events that had happened today.
From Hoseok attending your class then driving you back to BigHit, to standing in that recording booth listening to their voices as they mutter your name. What in the world did you do in your past life to receive all this happiness?
You pull your bag from the table above you to the floor where you’re laying down. You stare at the brand new purple phone inside your bag. Jiyong handed it out to you when you asked for a copy of the message. You did refuse it at first but when Jiyong mentioned Namjoon specifically told him that there’s absolutely no way he’ll let you refuse their gift. You raise the phone towards the ceiling as you flip it to closely examine the phone. You let your fingers brush on the small and subtle BTS logo on its backside.
“What did I do to be this lucky?” You unlocked the phone for the first time and almost dropped the phone on your face, taken aback at the silly wallpaper that appeared out of the blue. It looks like Taehyung took the selfie, with him and Jin in the front while Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook, in the middle row, were all adorably trying to push forward as if fighting for a bigger space in the selfie. RM and Yoongi were behind the other boys being so casual about it. You chuckle so loud looking at Yoongi in the selfie. It must have taken a lot of persuasion from the boys for him to join.
You browse your phone to find the recorded message. After a few minutes, you finally found it saved as a widget on your menu screen. You click to play it on loudspeaker and pressed the phone on your chest as you anticipate to hear them once more.
Hello y/n, we are BTS!
Surprise! On behalf of our favorite sound engineer, Jiyong, we give you this one of a kind voice message from us, your favorite group in the world.
He told me he’s terrified of you when you’re angry…… What?.... Jiyong is telling the boys that I’m lying. Don’t believe what he says. Jiyong has a sister complex, guys.
Hyung, don’t bully Jiyong unless you also want to give him an apology message
I’m just joking. Jiyong adores you. I can attest to that because he won’t stop bragging you to us even before you have worked here. I almost feel like I’m your close friend with how much he talks about you
As expected, this message is now getting chaotic. Should we get to our main point?
Right! We actually suggested if Jiyong could instead give you a signed album but he admitted that you already have ALL our albums. Most of them being signed albums so I guess there’s no point in giving you an extra copy?
So Taehyung, being a genius, asked us if we could record this message and sing a few parts of our songs just for you.
For our number one fan, we’ll sing for you right here. Every time you hear this, imagine that we’re singing in front of you.
Enjoy our little gift! And can you please assure Jiyong that you’re not angry with him? He really looks like a terrified and sad little puppy
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA look at Jiyong
A few more seconds, they started singing Butterfly. How many times have you played this song on repeat? You can’t even remember anymore. Listening to them sing it ‘live’ to you through this recorded message still gives off the same raw emotional performance compared from the studio version.
Jiyong must have suggested them to sing Butterfly. You may have mentioned him once before that this song was significant to you but no one really knows the reason for it. At first, Jiyong thought that it’s just simply your favorite song from BTS but soon after, he realized that maybe you thought of your parents based on the message of the song.
You didn’t try to explain anything to him even when he opened the topic of your parents. You just let him think that the reason why this song is significant for you is because, as stated in the song’s message, it expresses your fear of losing someone represented by a butterfly.
It’s actually much deeper than that. You actually thought of yourself whenever you hear this song. Yes, both Jiyong and you lost your parents. However, you also lost a part of you after the accident. It took you years to recover yourself back from the trauma.
It was late at night when you and your parents were driving back to the house. They argued for just a few seconds in the front seat as you observe them quietly from the back seat, then an upcoming skidding truck blinded all of you with its glaring front lights. When you opened your eyes, you were already upside down hanging by the seatbelt. Smell of gas was eerily present as you see the front of the car totaled along with your parents, making you the only survivor. Silence in that dark tunnel was terrifying.
Jiyong wasn’t in the car when it happened. Fortunately, he was staying back at home with your grandparents because he was sick that night.
Both you and Jiyong quickly became the talk of the village. There has never been a horrific accident in the history of your town. A drunk driver collided with the car that your family had been in, killing everyone but you. High School Orphans and only your grandparents now to take care of you and your twin brother. You had to show a brave front for your brother. You may be twins but you acted the big sister role most of the time and had to constantly comfort Jiyong through the pain of losing your parents.
However, the guilt of surviving alone and the horrifying image of your parents constantly fights your sanity. You had to be strong for Jiyong but as a young girl at that time, you did crave for a figure to not just comfort you but also help you get up.
When you heard Butterfly years after the accident, you understood it very well. In the lyrics, there’s also a hint of trying to save someone before they do something they regret or something they won’t come back from. When you listen to the song, it felt like there’s two of you. The you who is trying very hard to hold on is singing the lyrics to the you who is on the verge of letting go.
The lyrics can be interpreted as losing someone you love. It can be an ex-partner, friend, or loved one. For you, it was yourself. Losing yourself. That’s what you were afraid of and fought really hard to not make that happen.
That’s the main reason you became their fan. The complexity of their lyrics always seems to pull the unspoken words from you.
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“Here’s an orange juice from me!” Taehyung props down the cold drink in front of Jiyong and sits down on a chair beside him, eyes still glued on Jiyong like a puppy.
“How about Pad Thai from your favorite Thai place?” Jimin joined them as he offers it and sits on the other side opposite to Taehyung.
“I’m sure he’ll choose mine. Hamburg steak with cheese and additional sauce.” Jungkook stood behind Jiyong, towering him as he leans in and puts down the food in front of Jiyong.
“I’m telling you guys I can’t give it to you. She’ll kill me for sure this time.” Jiyong whined as he kick his legs from frustration. He wants to accept the food bribery but he knows that if he give what the three adorable troublemakers are asking from him, an apology message from BTS won’t save him again from you.
“You used our song for her cover. I guess we have a right to listen to it or even have a copy of it.” Taehyung pouts followed by adamant nods from Jimin and Jungkook.
When you were with Jiyong in the small recording studio, the three of them were actually just outside the door along with Hoseok trying to eavesdrop waiting for a reaction from you. They were actually surprised when Jiyong suggested that you try to sing to their song just to let off steam. Jungkook and Taehyung can’t seem to stop snickering when they heard you two siblings teasing each other through the intercom because you insisted Jiyong not to hit the record button when you start singing.
When Jiyong asked you what songs you would like to sing, you declared to sing short covers to Promise, Still With You and Snow Flower, granting gasps from the three song owners sneaking outside. Taehyung actually choked a bit from his own saliva, not expecting you to sing his song.
The four of them were all listening in as you were singing in the booth the whole time. Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung were absorbed especially when it was their song that you’re singing. J-hope was also amazed and surprised. Not only you were one heck of a dancer but an amazing singer as well. Your talents could bring other idols that they know to shame.
After you were done and left the recording studio, they all rushed inside to ask Jiyong if he did record it all. To their surprise, Jiyong recorded it all but of course, he did it without you knowing. Since then, the boys have been asking and bribing Jiyong to send them a copy of the music file.
“I helped you by suggesting the personal recorded message. Can I have a copy of her cover please?” Taehyung pleaded with his doe eyes. Jiyong, now closely surrounded by the maknae line, contemplates whether the risk of being chopped to pieces by you is worth it.
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Inside the practice room, every other dancer is busy dancing their butts off. You lean back on your hands spread behind you as you quietly observe your other fellow dancers practicing in front of the mirror. With the purple phone in your other hand, you gripped it tightly as you let your breathing slowly normalize just after finishing your solo dance practice. Sounds of stomping and shoe skidding on the floor echoed in the practice room as everyone pushed through the hectic schedule for the day.
Tomorrow is the team’s MT or three day team-building event that’s got everyone in a tight schedule for today to, at least, finish any preparations that could be done and present the couple dance routines in front of BTS along with the choreographers.
BTS and the main choreographers later entered the practice room and soon the dance routine presentation started. You’re last to present along with your dance partner, Taeyang, the couple dance routine you’ve finished. When it was finally your turn, Taeyang quickly stood and offered to help you up off the floor. You have danced in front of the boys and the choreographers countless of times but why does it still feel like you’re dancing to be evaluated and be listed off the team.
The other boys quickly took notice of your newfound closeness with your dance partner and they weren’t entirely comfortable seeing you smile so sweetly at him. Hoseok were glaring at Taeyang’s hand as they landed snugly on your hips to turn you into place. The three younger members were sneaking stares like a hawk.
They all knew that one of them is gonna dance with you to this song eventually but seeing you be this touchy and close to another man ignited something in them. Unsure whether it was jealousy but they convinced themselves that it might just be the feeling of protectiveness since Jiyong had told them again and again to keep an eye out for you.
Yoongi’s full attention today was not really on any dancers nor the dance routines. He knew the inevitable obvious choice, which is to give anyone from the dance line the solo dance spot. The only dance routines he gave his attention to, not caring entirely though, was the dance routine for a member with three or two dancers. He glanced at his other members and sees Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook and Hoseok sitting up straight and anticipating you to start dancing with your male partner.
The second the music started, the four members on the dance line were entirely absorbed on watching ahead. Without needing words, Yoongi knew that the four of them are hungrily vying for the solo dance part. What he didn’t know was that the four of them were only thinking of the opportunity to finally have a chance to share the stage with you. The way your male partner danced to the music along with you, to the tunes of Without Me by Halsey, had them hungry for the coveted spot.
Taeyang, your dance partner, carefully lands his hands on your hips and it travels down to your leg as you lean into him with your head back. Catching everyone’s eye at the intimate and almost sultry dance step, especially Yoongi. A few sneaky gulps occurred amongst them. You were completely engrossed in the music with movements completely fluid and expressions purely enchanting everyone.
You were naïve to the scorching gazes and unfamiliar desire from the 7 members. Yoongi along with Jin and RM were now determined to insert themselves in the competition amongst the group for the solo dance part. All of them quickly exchanged looks the moment you finished dancing and the music stopped. No words were spoken but all of them understood that each of them definitely wanted the opportunity to share the stage with you more than the coveted chance to dance solo.
You held your water bottle tightly while you quench your thirst. You eye out to the side as the main choreographers were busy talking to each other and to some of the dancers. Taehyung, Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook were also busy talking to their managers at the other side of the room.
“I see that you’re putting our gift to good use.” You almost choke on your water at the sudden voice behind you.
“Namjoon? Don’t scare me like that” You cough. Finishing his cup of water, he slowly walked to your side. You quickly notice Yoongi’s head popping out from Namjoon’s side. “Hello to you two.” Namjoon cheekily grins and Yoongi smiled with his lips closed.
“He said you’re putting our gift to good use.” Yoongi slightly leans forward, whispering. You glanced at him and quickly looked at the purple phone you’re tightly holding in your other hand beside you.
Quickly after realizing that the two of them were eyeing your phone, you stammer while you took a step closer. “You really didn’t have to give me this. I tried to refuse it but Jiyong told me that you insisted that I accept it. Also, your other gift was unexpected but thank you. I appreciate it.” You smile nervously at the two of them, hiding the fact that you don’t just appreciate the recorded message but it meant the world to you. Obviously, you won’t admit that.
“We did thought of giving you a portable drive for the message but I remembered that I did ruin your phone so I suggested that to them. For that I’m sorry.” Namjoon rubs the back of his head.
Yoongi tries to join in the conversation, placing his hand on Namjoon’s shoulder. “Have you tried exploring your phone? Checked the apps that we have pre-downloaded for you?” Your eyes widen at Yoongi’s sudden questions, followed by a shake of your head. “We did. You might want to check it out.”
Both of them stare at you as you give them a dazed look. The hand beside you that has your phone slowly creeps its way up but the sudden presence of a hand halting your hand surprised you.
“Um… Maybe check it later when you’re alone.” Yoongi faces the other way, hand still around your wrist. He thought that maybe by looking away, you won’t notice the faint tinge of pink on his cheeks as he recall what surprise he left for you in your phone.
He slowly released your hand, aware of the sudden contact with you and the presence of a crowd in the room. Your eyes still glued to him, you did notice his effort to hide his bashfulness. You try to hold in your giggle at how Yoongi suddenly looked so adorable and it made you much more curious to check your phone. You remind yourself to definitely check what’s up with your new phone the moment the practice session is done.
By the time you realized your work for today is done, you search for the boys in the room but discovered that they might have left the room ahead of the choreographers and some staff. Most of the dancers were also eager to call it a day. Must be because of the Team MT tomorrow.
As the youngest of the new female dance team, you have always offered to be the last to stay and clean up the practice room. It comes as a shock to you that your dance partner Taeyang offered to stay behind to help you tidy up the room. While you may have gotten a lot closer with him, interactions with him outside of dance practice is still a bit awkward.
You sneak in a glance from the other side of the room as he busies himself with turning off all the electronic equipments while you tidy up the corner from the other side of the practice room. To distract yourself from being antsy at the awkwardness between you, you take out your phone from pocket to try and check the apps that Yoongi mentioned.
“Our dance a while ago was amazing.” Your voice got caught up in your throat when you suddenly heard his voice. He was still bending down, not looking at you, reaching for something behind the sound system. Almost instantly, you stood straight up at his compliment to hide the fact that you were glancing at him. Finally facing you, he says “Your moves were amazing. You really do transform when it’s time to perform just as the others say.”
“Thank you. I’m still lacking but I hope I did good as your partner.” you say as you put your phone back in your pocket.
Something about his gaze as he walks up to you made you avoid eye contact, bashful from the compliment. He slowly closes the distance between the two of you and you were so sure he was going to stop in front of you. You find yourself sighing when he just walked past you, to the water dispenser behind you.
“And thank you for staying and helping me clean up today.” You weren’t sure why you were so suddenly aware at how awkward this is turning out. Taeyang have complimented you before during practices but somehow, the change of timbre in his voice slightly made you nervous and hyperaware of the fact that you’re alone with him.
“Anytime, y/n.” You turn to him when you saw a smile slightly obstructed by the rim of the paper cup as he drink up a cup of water. “Too bad I’m just a stand-in for that solo dance.”
You barely caught what your dance partner had just said so you thought to try and ask him to repeat then a sudden sound of the door opening startling both you and Taeyang, your phone almost slipping from your hands. Your breath catches and you smile so wide it could almost reach your ears as you recognize the figure slowly coming up to you. Despite not having really spent a lot of time with Jin, his presence is a huge relief to break the sense of awkwardness filling your chest. You find your shoulders relax as you see him greet you with a smile.
Jin was also confused when he saw that you were alone with Taeyang in the room. He hides his discomfort at the sight but seeing how your face lit up when he came into the room, he let the thought pass and kept his face neutral despite wanting to grin at how adorable you looked when you smiled at him.
“Jiyong asked me to get you.” Jin says, still glancing at Taeyang drinking his cup of water behind you.
“He could’ve just texted me. That lazy guy.” You hiss and then turned to Taeyang to bid goodbye.
“See you tomorrow then?” Taeyang pats your head and turns to his bag. You excused yourself from Jin to run and get your bag from the far end of the room. By the time you walked back beside Jin, Taeyang have already left the room.
“I didn’t know you and Taeyang were that close already.” Jin queries. He wants to press on further especially after seeing Taeyang comfortably touched your head but he doesn’t want you to think that he’s nosy. You and Jin were still acquaintances but with his closeness with Jiyong, you almost feel like a younger sister to him.
“Can’t help it if we’re always practicing that solo dance routine almost everyday.” You explain. “But we haven’t really spent much time outside practice time. He’s just looking out for me since he’s kind of my dance mentor too.”
I don’t think it’s just that, he thinks to himself. He saw the way Taehyung looked at you today. He knew all the male dancers well and Jin never saw that kind of gaze from Taeyang directed at anyone. Not that he has any problems with Taeyang probably having feelings for you, he just repeats to himself that he’s looking out for you.
“So what does my lazy brother need from me to have asked you personally to come and get me?” You question him as you usher him out of the room while you turn off the lights and close the door.
“Oh that. He didn’t actually.” You look at him, confused with brows furrowed. “I was the one who actually needed to get you and come with me. I only used Jiyong’s name because Taeyang was there.”
“Come with you? To where?” Both you and Jin walked side by side along the hallway.
“We’re having a game night at our dorm and the boys wanted to invite you.” Jin informs you, still looking ahead. He wasn’t aware that you stopped walking when you heard what he just said.
“Wait, what, Me? Why me?” Jin heard your voice slightly go up and this made him turn quickly to his side, startling him to not see you beside him and rather, frozen a few feet behind him.
“We invited Jiyong as well but he’ll be late. He said he’s caught up with work.” Jin beams at you warmly as he tries to calm you down.
“Yeah but why me? I mean isn’t it too sudden for me to just barge in at your dorm?” You counter.
Surely, this is a big jump from the warm gesture from the voice message and new phone. You’re happy that they have thought of you to come on their game night but isn’t their dorm their personal private space?
“Jiyong has been a very good friend to us, almost like family and we all wanted to make an effort to get to know you as well. We usually invite him to the dorm whenever we can and I think he would be happy if you’ll be there too.” For a moment, Jin thought it would be a good idea to just use Jiyong’s name as an excuse to invite you because he knew that you would be uncomfortable if it was just them inviting you. In reality, his other members have already suggested to invite you even before he got the chance to suggest it to them.
“I want to get to know all of you more as well. I’m just shocked that you all think the same way. Excuse me but I won’t deny anymore that I’ve been a huge fan for a long time. I’m sure you know that well by now.” You gripped the strap of your bag tightly and your nervous state didn’t go unnoticed by Jin. Your heart is racing a hundred beats a second at just hearing him invite you to their dorm.
“I’m just glad that Jiyong’s twin sister is our fan and not an anti. It would’ve been hard for us to befriend you if that was the case.” He chuckles. Your heart is full at Jin’s effort to lighten up the mood. “Come on. I’m going to buy food for the troublemakers at home. Yoongi will be cooking for us tonight but Taehyung and Jungkook texted me to get extras.” He pats your shoulder
A little extra time to get to know them wouldn’t hurt. It could actually help you a lot with the solo dance routine. You wouldn’t want to perform badly just because you’re not comfortable and awkward with your partner. Thinking back when you first danced to the song with Taeyang, it just looked so wrong and you couldn’t convey the dance properly. It’s a blessing in disguise to get to be close to them this way but you wouldn’t refuse such a scrumptious offer.
You were grateful for Jin’s effort to lift up your mood during the drive back to their dorm. Sometimes, you would tightly grip the seatbelt in front of your chest and fall quiet. He would suddenly pull out ridiculous puns that would bring out the most un-ladylike laugh from you. To distract yourself, you insisted to be the one to get off the car and pick up the order from a restaurant.
Your breathing gets ragged and eyes unfocused the longer the drive went and the closer you get to the dorm. You think you might be sick with the way your stomach flips at the thought of 6 other people waiting for you.
You froze behind Jin as he ring the doorbell. There’s still a chance for me to run, you thought but was interrupted when you hear unintelligible chatter from at least 2 people on the other side of the door.
The door flew wide open and you were greeted by Taehyung and Jungkook. The two of them holding the doorknob with Taehyung slightly pinned beneath by Jungkook who seems to have jumped on his back. “You’re finally here!” Taehyung flashes his boxy grin at you.
Your eyes wandered behind the two of them as Namjoon’s head popped up from the end of the short hallway visible from the doorway. He raised his hand to wave to you and you waved back.
“Don’t crowd the lady and help me carry these to the kitchen.” Jin instructs them and instantly, Taehyung and Jungkook untangled themselves from each other and rushed to get the bags from Jin’s hands. You could almost hear Namjoon at the edge of the hallway teasingly smacking and scolding the two of them from overwhelming you when you arrived.
Jin was caught by surprise when you try to hold in your chortle, shoulders shaking at the sight of those two being scolded. He stood against the door allowing you to go in ahead of him and when he saw you hesitate a bit, he hums and say with a grin “Don’t worry, those kids won’t bite.”
You walked ahead further down the hallway, nervously treading every step. Finally, you get a clearer view of the inside of their dorm. Directly on your right, a huge glass chandelier adorns the ceiling complimenting the black and white interior of the spacious kitchen. A long wooden dining table in the middle. Across from the kitchen, an L-figure brown couch facing the huge flat screen occupies the living room. It feels weird seeing it upclose and personal after seeing glimpses of their dorm from online videos and their V-lives.
Sound of plastic bags rustling coming from the kitchen caught your attention. Taehyung and Jungkook were rushing to take out all the contents from the bag, drooling at the sight of the takeout you and Jin ordered. Yoongi was busy chopping up something with his back facing away from everyone. You take in the scrumptious smell filling up the room and almost instantly, your stomach grumbled.
Jin walked past you to mingle with the two boys. You see the back of Namjoon’s head as he sits quietly on the couch with a book in his hand. Unable to stay put, you hover towards the kitchen. Observing everyone as you make your way closer to Yoongi.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” You ask as you examine the boiling pot on the stove while Yoongi continues to chop up what seems to be ingredients for a stew. The quiet and busy member seems so docile-looking compared to the cool and stoic Yoongi you always encounter at work. Sometimes, it even confuses you with how he’s hot and cold towards you.
“You’re our guest. It wouldn’t really look nice if we let you work for your food.” He continues to chop, head only slightly turning to your direction, eyeing you out from the corner of his eye.
You roll up your sleeves, ignoring Yoongi. “I’ll help you out. It’s the least I can do for the free invitation and besides, my cooking skill is highly commendable.” You carefully snatch the knife away from his hands. Yoongi, unable to stop you, stepped aside and glanced at Jin. Both of them chuckling at your persistence.
“I’ll take up on that offer but if our dinner turns out bad, I’m blaming you.” Yoongi teases.
“I have magic hands. I doubt it’ll go bad. It might even turn out a lot better now that I’m helping you.” You counter, chopping the vegetables at a much quicker pace than Yoongi.
Jin stares warmly at the two of you comically bantering while seated on the dining table. He had thought of reminding his younger members to do their best to make you comfortable but it surprises him to see you fitting in almost instantly. He smiles as you comfortably interact with Taehyung and Jungkook as they make their way to sneak in between you and Yoongi.
Come dinner time, Yoongi excused himself from the kitchen to get something from his room, leaving you alone. Might as well help him to plate and serve the food so you wandered around the kitchen, checking the cabinets for plates.
You don’t hear the footsteps entering the kitchen while you search the bottom cabinet. The member could only hear the sound of the plates clunking against each other and not aware of the person obstructed by the huge black kitchen counter.
“Hyung, it smells good.” You hear a groggy voice behind the other side of the kitchen counter while you take out a plate. You stood up and sees an equally surprised Jimin. You could tell that he just woke up from a nap, judging by his bedhead. “Y/n? Why are you in the kitchen? Aren’t you our guest?” He rubbed his eyes and quickly searched for the missing presence of Yoongi.
You were about to explain yourself but was interrupted by Yoongi, returning from his room as he answers for you. “More like she snatched my tools and insisted on helping me. She won’t budge.” He huffs as he takes his place back in the kitchen, helping you plate the food.
Jimin, still sleepy, quietly offered his help. Taking away the filled-up plates from your hands. Yoongi asked him to call the other members for dinner. One after another, the members take up their space in the long table. Jin noticed you standing timidly at the side not knowing where to sit as everyone continues to sit down. He calls your attention and pulls out an empty chair beside him. You automatically walk up beside him and sat down, observing everyone.
It didn’t take long before the dinner got a bit rowdy. It wasn’t difficult to warm up to them, the feeling of comfort almost feels so natural. Everyone was obviously famished from the practice a while ago so the food was almost devoured instantly just as dinner started.
The younger boys complimented the dinner non-stop and insisted that you regularly visit their Game Nights in exchange for your impressive culinary skill. Jungkook complained that whenever Jiyong would help in the kitchen, he could destroy whatever Yoongi would make. Yoongi attests to that but quickly protests and teased them for not appreciating his work in the kitchen.
Jimin and Hoseok insisted that they clean up the table, escorting you to the couch. You see Jungkook setting up his PS4 on the tv across you. Namjoon stepped over the couch from behind you taking his place on your left and Jin sits down beside you on your right.
“I guess we won’t keep you too late. You still have to pack for the MT tomorrow.” Jin turns to you, still observing you if you’re having a good time with them.
“I’m sure you love the idea that you get to go back to your hometown even if it’s for work.” Namjoon reaches for a pillow beside him, hugging it.
“Wait. Hometown?” your fingers froze just as you were fiddling with your phone.
“Me and Jimin hyung were so excited when we heard that this year’s MT is in Busan. If I remember correctly, Jiyong hyung told us that his hometown is Busan, right?” Jungkook cheekily stood up with a cord in his hand. You could see the obvious grin plastered on his face as he searched for Jimin’s figure in the kitchen.
You bite your lip as you nervously try your best to recall. Did you just forget about the MT entirely? You were sure that they announced the location for the MT earlier this morning. Maybe you were too nervous and occupied with the thought of having to present the dance routine in front of everyone that you completely forgot about the MT being in Busan.
You sigh and rubbed your temples. Why would you even forget such an important detail like that? Just thinking about going back to Busan felt like an impending headache. There’s no way you could back out from the MT now. It’ll also look bad if you don’t join the dance team, it might send a message that you’re unsociable.
Unaware that you turned pale and started heaving hard, the three men in the living room with you were now starkly aware of your sudden change of expression at the mention of the MT.
“Noona, is there something wrong?” Jungkook asks with a worried voice, discarding the cord in his hands and swiftly knelt down in front of you. He tries to get a good look at you while you stare down at your knees, shoulders hunched forward.
Your ears started ringing and you squeeze your fists as your chest started getting heavier each breathe you take. Namjoon slowly sat up straight as he sees Jin and Jungkook trying to call your attention. It was when Jin wrapped his hands around one of your clenched fists that you realize how close Jungkook is crouching in front of you, head bent to the side as he worriedly observes your face. Jin’s warm hands enveloping your small, cold and shivering hands. Namjoon frozen in his seat not knowing what to do to help you.
“Um, can I excuse myself to the restroom please?” Your hands were starting to get clammy as you forced to compose yourself. You wish they could tell you the way to the restroom a lot faster as each passing second, it’s getting difficult to stay composed in front of them. Jin was the first to stand up from the couch and escorted you to the restroom, leaving Namjoon and Jungkook frozen in their seats.
You quietly close the door of the restroom, making sure not to let Jin worry more. Once you were sure you heard his footsteps get away from the room you were in, you could barely hold yourself up before your legs buckle and you let yourself fall to the floor. Your weight propped against the door as you try to suck the chilled air into your lungs. Sharp successive breaths took over you, slowly making you feel pins and needles at the tips of your fingers.
The panic creeps up on you in bouts. Your fingers claw at your legs as you hug them tighter. Memories that you worked so hard to forget starts to resurface and replays in your mind, leaving you suffocated.
For a moment, you picture yourself staying in the restroom for the rest of the night. You suddenly felt so alone in a space filled with 7 other people. Even the thought of standing up and getting back out takes up a lot of energy from your body.
Your excitement for tomorrow now completely gone and replaced by dread of going back to your hometown. It’s been years and you’re not even sure if you can even handle going back there. It was only two years ago when you recovered from being haunted in your dreams by the memories of the accident. You don’t want to lose your progress since it took a lot of effort by yourself to get back up.
It took only for you to hear boisterous laughter coming from the living room and somebody knocking on the door to remind you that you have no choice but to go back out. You reach for the edge of the sink to help yourself up. Like a newborn deer, you can’t really sustain your weight as your knees started shaking when you were standing properly. You take in one last deep breath before opening the door.
You crack your eyes open, body heaving with effort to get enough oxygen in your lungs but you’re met with the soulful brown eyes of Yoongi, narrowed in concern. He doesn’t question you further as you step aside to give way for him to use the restroom. It took three steps out the restroom before your knees decided to give out. Yoongi rushed to catch you before you fell to the floor.
You squeeze his arms around you that were holding you up before facing him. “You tell absolutely no one… I don’t want anyone to worry…” Breathing still ragged, you huff out every word to the best of your ability as you realize that you can’t hide your panic attack from Yoongi. You must look so bad to see Yoongi study your face with utmost care. “Yoongi please?... I’ll be fine. Don’t mind me… Just until my panic attack subsides.” He softly shush you as he sees your great effort to speak.
Yoongi sighs before calmly looking back at the empty hallway and to the living room where everyone’s pretty much occupied. His eyes wandered back to your shivering hands and shaking knees. You’re in no shape to walk back to the living room much less stand on your own. Yoongi slowly wraps his hand on your back and behind your knees before lifting you off the floor.
The scent coming from Yoongi’s body calms you as he cradles you in his arms. Your head felt like lead, finding its way on the crook of its neck. Before you even realize, you find yourself clinging to him as you fist your hands in his shirt. His skin is slowly getting hot against yours, and his breathing seems to have increased if you were only able to notice. His heartbeat against was almost like a lullaby that greatly helped to calm you down.
“You’re alright.” He coos as he starts to hear you sniffle. He quietly walked towards his bedroom, with you in his arms, to give you a place private enough away from the eyes of the other members. He slowly puts you down on his couch and when you were finally seated comfortably, he rushed to reach for a blanket at the edge of the bed.
Your back felt damp, sweating all over and your fingers definitely feels asleep but clarity of your situation began creeping back. “Yo-Yoongi” You stammer as you realize that he chose to hide you in his bedroom.
“Shh, don’t force yourself to speak. Take it easy. I’m here.” He fixed the blanket around you before crouching down to completely see your face. “Just keep breathing and it’ll go away. I’ve had my fair share of panic attacks so trust me when I say I’ll just be here until you say so. You’ll be fine.”
You trust him as you find yourself focusing on your breathing. Once you find it easy to move your limbs with ease accompanied by a yawn, you know that the worst has passed. If it wasn’t for Yoongi, the situation could’ve escalated and would have made everyone unnecessarily worry about you.
“Thank you.” You manage to speak out. “I feel silly that you caught me looking like that. Sorry.”
Yoongi quietly hums, letting you speak further if you intend to while he reach for a glass of water on top of his side table beside the couch. He offers it and you take it with your hand still slightly shaking. He lets you drink first before he spoke up. “I overheard your conversation with the boys in the living room just before you went to the restroom. I was worried but I don’t know if you want anyone to check up on you. You were taking a lot longer than I expected so I knocked.”
You prop your head in your hands, elbows leaning on your knees. “This is the first time someone has seen me like this. It just took me by surprise when Jungkook mentioned Busan. Next thing I know, all I could think about is to run out the door.”
“I won’t force you to talk about it if it makes you uncomfortable. If you want to go home, I could just tell the boys to…” Your hand swiftly sprung out to land on Yoongi’s wrist.
“I’m fine. Jungkook seems so happy when he showed me the games we’ll be playing. I’ll just take a moment then I’ll be back out.” You assure Yoongi with a heavy breath. He wanted to assure you that they’ll understand if you want to excuse yourself for the night but he kept quiet, trusting you that you’ll be fine.
Not a second after, the doorbell rang to alert everyone in the dorm. Yoongi stood up from in front of you, eyes still glued on you as he saw you recognize the person on the front door just from the distinct way the doorbell was rung. “Don’t you dare tell my brother about this” You attempt to stand up, worried that Yoongi might tell Jiyong about your situation.
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep this a secret between us. Just promise me that you’re fine before I leave you.” He assures you with his soft smile and gentle eyes as he opened the door and walking out.
“I’m fine Yoongi. Thank you. I’ll just take a minute to fix myself up before I go back out.”
“Take your time. I’ll try to come up with an excuse to keep them from looking for you. I’m sure Jungkook, Jin and Namjoon must be getting concerned by now.” He turns back to you before slowly closing the door.
You find yourself collapsing against the couch, your breathing slowly going back to normal. You heaved and leaned forward to try and stand up once again. When you knew you were fully capable of making a few steps without stumbling or any of your knees giving out, you walked straight to a full size mirror beside the door to fix yourself up. You pity yourself for having been seen by Yoongi like this; your eyes and nose were bright red and a couple of strands stuck to your forehead due to the profuse sweat.
To avoid anyone seeing you coming out of Yoongi’s bedroom in the effort to find you, you quickly and quietly walked out from the comfort of his room when you were sure you were devoid of signs that you were in utter distress just minutes ago.
Jungkook was about to run to find you but stopped when he saw you emerging back to the living room. Completely different from how you looked a while ago, he stares in confusion as you greet Jiyong who was now also present in the living room. Namjoon shares the same confusion as Jungkook. Yoongi was sitting down beside them and he saw the youngest member’s eyes following you as he tries to study your now seemingly normal expression.
Taehyung runs up to you behind the couch, pulling your wrist to ask you to play one-on-one against him. You don’t refuse and you take up space beside him, seated on the floor. Just before the game starts, you turn to look at Yoongi and found him gazing at you. You mouthed Thank you to him and he nods before you got back to play with Taehyung.
Jin, Namjoon and Jungkook were wary when the topic about the MT came up again, you even catch Jungkook kicking Jimin’s feet to stop him from talking. When it was Jungkook’s turn to play again, you notice his eyes anxiously wander back to you from time to time. He must have been blaming himself for making you sad.
Like Jiyong knew what you needed to cheer up the youngest, he offered everyone ramyun as a late-night snack. Jungkook perked up at your brother’s offer while still glued to the screen and what looks like he’s winning against Taehyung. You quietly walked away from the living room to join your brother in the kitchen.
For a while, Jiyong kept quiet as you both hover around the kitchen. Normally, he would shower you with affection, tease you and bug you but you silently wonder why he’s not doing any of those. Your suspicion is confirmed when he starts to rub his hand behind your back as you discard the noodles from each packet. Your gaze dipped to him as stood there silently while emptying the contents of the soup packet unto the boiling pot.
“Noona, can I have that spicy ramen over there?” Jungkook asks, timidly walking over towards the both of you. You notice that he was standing slightly far from you, shoulders hunched and head down. His doe eyes still glistening as he subtly avoids meeting your eyes.
Although you feel bad for him, the corner of your mouth quirked up at him looking so adorable despite him towering over you. He seems to be so intimidating at work especially when he’s so focused but if you could just ball him up right now in your hands, you would.
You beckon him to come closer with your finger. When he was about an arms-length away from you, he opens his mouth to blurt out something. Before he even let out a sound, you pat his head, stopping him from talking any further.
“Thank you for worrying about me.” His eyes gleamed. “I’ll give you a whole bowl of ramyun of your choice. How does that sound?”
Jungkook jumps in glee and he squeezed between you and Jiyong to reach for a packet of ramen. “Hyung, I like her better than you.” He sticks his tongue out then quickly dashes out of the kitchen before Jiyong could even counter.
You chortle. “You heard him. Apparently, they also request my presence every Game Night for my exquisite Culinary Expertise.”
“Well, I won’t argue about your cooking. Sooner or later, they’ll be bribing you for something. Those troublemakers.” Jiyong crinkles his nose, reminiscing all the times he spent with the boys where they’ll prank and tease him.
Yoongi sits back comfortably on the couch when he hears you regain your bright energy as you laugh and mingle with your brother in the kitchen.
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Idol!Seokjin x Actress!reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Jin didn’t think much about it when Taehyung introduced Actress Song Y/n to the group, he wasn’t really surprised either, Tae had made plenty of friends during the filming of Hwarang including the wooga squad.
She was a struggling actress? Cool. She was beautiful? Cool. She was nice to him? Very Cool. She hung out with them often? Awesome!
But what happened when he comes to know her more, her pretty laugh and her pearly smile, her dirty sense of humor and the small heart shaped birthmark on her collarbone?
Will he bury the feeling six feet under? Probably, will he still shamelessly flirt with her? Definitely. Will he ever confess? Hell no!
(A/n: kinda bad, it was my first smau lol. pls don't feel obliged to read it)
Ceo!Yoongi x Heiress!Reader
Theme: fluff, angst, arranged marriage au
Marriage. It was the last thing either of them wanted, but with the pressure of society and family and with no better option other than each other, they get married, much to the delight of their families. Kindness mistaken for affection and hesitation mistaken for hated, how will this odd pair keep their marriage alive? Or will they give up and go their own ways?
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Honey | Min Yoongi
Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (established relationship)
Word count: 2,050 words
The view of tattoos has changed a lot over time but they were still a taboo subject in a lot of circles. You knew that your family would always look down on you if you got a tattoo but something about the art kept drawing you in. So you got one. You’ve always been careful to hide your tattoo from everyone to avoid the trouble of getting dress coded at your university or at your job, even going so far that not even your own boyfriend knows of your tattoo, which frankly was a miracle that after almost a year you had hidden this from him.
You walked together hand in hand, down the street to get to Yoongi's dorm for one of the last times for a while before you head off for a semester abroad. You only have a few weeks left together before you’re jetting off to America for 3 months. The two of you walked silently, just enjoying each other's presence peacefully.
"______?" Yoongi blurted out.
"Yes?" You looked to my boyfriend, who had stopped walking beside you, making you stop walking.
"I got you something." He reaches into his pocket to retrieve something.
"A gift?" You beamed, you loved gifts not because of the material items you would receive but because of how excited he would be to give you these things and how he would tell you about why it made him think of you. You smiled, squeezing his hand tighter, "What's this all about?'
Yoongi pulled something small from his pocket, "I got it because you’re going to America and I won't be with you as often. You know I wish I could’ve come with you." You wanted to laugh at the part where he says wants to come with you because it didn’t matter how far away you were, you knew that he would never admit it but he’s the type of person to fly to you when he misses you that badly.
"Yoongi," You stepped a little closer so your chests were almost touching, "I'm so proud of you and everything you're doing with your music. Of course I'll miss you when I’m gone and I know you would’ve wanted to be with me, but I could not be happier for you. I will always be your number one fan." You smiled wider, tiptoeing up to kiss his cheek softly.
"_______," He holds out his hand revealing a little silver necklace, "I got you this."
You stared down at the little silver heart shaped pendant with his initials inscribed in the pendant, "It's so pretty Yoongi!" You were practically jumping up and down with excitement.
He pauses, opening the pendant revealing it is a locket, "There's more." He showed you the picture of you and Yoongi, wrapped in each other's arms in his studio, celebrating the release of his first solo mixtape. You both look incredibly happy and it was such a good day. He was just happy he got the mixtape done and was happy with how it turned out. You were so proud of him for how hard he worked, knowing his late night studio times have finally paid off. It's Yoongi’s favorite picture, he plastered it everywhere, the studio, his room, his wallet, phone screen and now around your neck.
"Yoongi!" You practically shouted, wrapping your arms around his neck. He was never really one to initiate this kind of affection and was always quite embarrassed when you did but would never turn you down. "I love it so much!" You squealed in excitement when you pulled away, "Can you put it on me?"
"Sure." He nodded. You twisted your hair holding it out of the way. Yoongi used his most careful movements to bring the necklace around your neck. You felt him push the collar of your uniform down slightly, to get the necklace on. Then he froze as soon as his fingers brushed the nape of your neck.
"Is something wrong baby? Are you alright?" You asked, a little worried, wondering what could have startled him.
"Do you have a tattoo?" He asked then clipped the necklace around your neck, fingers still trailing the nape of your neck.
You turned around nervously, "I... um... yeah..." You clasped my hands together and shifted my weight. You had never really talked about tattoos with him, so you had no idea of how he was going to react. You bit the inside of your cheek, nervously waiting for his reaction.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Yoongi's normal stoic face has shifted slightly, not that you could tell what he was going to react like.
"Well I haven't told anybody," You shrugged, attempting to play it off as cool, "It's not exactly something I would broadcast, so I keep it hidden because you know how people will react."
"Can I see it?" Yoongi asks bluntly, the idea that he wanted to see it was comforting to you.
"Well let's get to your dorm first." You smiled.
“Alright.” He nodded, taking your hand again while walking beside you. You were only a few minutes away from the dorms which didn’t help, it made you more anxious the closer you got. You got to his building and he held the door for you as we entered. He followed you up the stairs, as much of a gentleman he is, you knew he was probably looking up your skirt like the cheeky idiot he is. You stopped outside the door of his dorm, rocking back and forth on your heels, waiting for him to let you in. The place was empty so the other boys must be out somewhere. He opens the door and lets you in. You walked past the living room, down the hall to his shared room with Jin. You open the door and step in, Yoongi behind you.
You and Yoongi set down your bags, "Sit down, so I can show you." You said softly, turning your back to him. Without saying a word Yoongi slides off his jacket and takes a seat. You feel my heart pounding out of your chest, this is the first time that Yoongi will see you naked or even semi naked. You start to slip off your jacket, tossing it onto the floor, you start to unbutton your shirt with your fingers shaking. You finish and move letting the sides fall over your shoulders until it falls off completely. You’re left in nothing but a bra, which with shaking hands you slowly unclipped. You let that fall to the floor too.
"Come closer," Yoongi asks, you stepped back within reach of him. You were shaking with the nerves "Relax honey." He reaches a hand out to touch my back, his calloused fingertips sent ripples up my back.
“I’m quite nervous to show you.” You sighed.
“Why baby? It’s pretty.” His fingers graze over the flowers on your back, "It's quite big."
You bite your lip nervously, hoping that he wouldn’t be upset by the tattoo, "What do you not like it?" You questioned.
"That's not it," His other hand comes up and grazes my back as well, "I just never thought that you would get something like this." The cool metal of his rings made you shiver when it touched your back.
"Well why is that?" You asked teasingly, trying to lighten the situation because it was going better than you could have anticipated.
"I just never pictured your whole back would be covered with ink." He continued to trace the patterns.
"So why were you picturing my back? Was there something lewd you were thinking about?" You teased him, peaking over my shoulder at him.
“Honey,” Yoongi starts, his tone getting stricter, “You know that’s not what I meant.”
“Well why were you picturing my back then?” You questioned again with a giggle.
Yoongi just looked up and met your eyes before changing the subject, "When did you get this?"
You pause for a moment, "The end of my first year of university." You smiled.
"You've had it that long?" He seems surprised, “Where did you get this?”
"Yeah, I got it one day when my cousin got a tattoo gun. She drew and tattooed the whole thing." You felt his fingers stop grazing your back.
"Do your parents know?" He asks, hand going flat against the tattoo.
“Parents?” You scoff, "You're the only one besides my cousin that knows I have this," You felt goosebumps raise on your skin as he pulls his hands away, "I've been very careful to hide it from a lot of people."
"I like it." He says softly, hands resting on your hips, pulling you back, "I like it a lot.”
“You like it?” You said in surprise.
“I normally don’t like tattoos but this is so pretty,” His lips press along the lines of the tattoo, “It’s so elegant, it’s like something I’d see on a canvas in a museum.” You felt your face heat up with his compliments, “So fitting for you honey, my little masterpiece.”
You crossed your arms over your chest, sitting back on his lap. You sat together in silence for a moment, "I've thought about adding more but I don't know." You hum.
"You want more?" Yoongi tucks his chin into the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist.
"Well yes,." You relaxed into his arms, still covering my breasts embarrassed, but the longer you sat there on his lap, the more comfortable you got.
“Where else are you thinking? Your back is a little full honey.” Yoongi jokes, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
"I think I want some on my hips."
His hands went down from your waist to rest on your hips, "Here?" His fingers were inching the waistband of your skirt down. You continued to let him undress you as you both sat on his bed, finally growing more and more comfortable with him. He pulled the skirt down slowly, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. His hands stopped on your hips, thumbs tracing small circles.
"I was thinking of adding some more flowers and butterflies." You leaned your head back, looking up to the ceiling. Yoongi just nodded slightly, "I don't know if I want to do anymore or even if I should." You rambled on and as you talked you relaxed further into his arms, "Sorry I'm rambling."
"That's fine honey," His fingers ran over your skin slowly and his lips connected to your shoulder again, "I like hearing you talking." He mutters against your shoulder.
You pulled your back from his chest, turning to straddle him, in order to look at him, "I love you." You looked into his eyes for a moment and his eyes softened. You let your fingers slowly start to unbutton his shirt. After a few minutes, you finish and he shrugs his shirt off.
He looked like he was registering the scene in front of him, "I love you too." His eyes were looking me up and down, “Is this really happening? Do you really want this?” He whispers.
You felt your cheeks heat up as he looked down at your naked body. You nodded, "Yoongi... I want to..." You trailed off before leaning in to kiss him. You met his lips in a very passionate kiss. Your hands wrapped around his neck and he tightened his grip on your waist, the cool metal of his rings making you shiver. Your hands came falling down his chest to meet his belt, you started to undo it before pulling away from the kiss, "Can I?" you asked, batting your eyelashes.
“Are you sure you want to do this honey?” Yoongi’s hands run up and down your sides, comfortingly.
“Yes baby,” You smiled, “I’m sure. Now can I?” You pull on the belt a little bit more.
"Yes of course honey." He nods. You continued with undoing his belt and he connected his lips with mine again. His hands were slowly roaming my body. I pushed him down onto his back, trailing my lips down to his neck and starting a trail down his chest, “You’re so sweet honey,” He laughs, his hand coming to cup your chin, “But let me take care of you tonight.”
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Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Time travel, Fluff
Description: They were destined to be separated for it is unnatural for two figures from different timelines to love each other
(The Previous chapters are in my profile)
14 years old Lora stood up smiling while looking at her and her classmate's shoes.
"Oh! You guys have the same shoes!" Juda, her friend shouted, getting everyone's attention.
"No, we don't! Hers looks cheap!" Her classmate, Kiro shouted back which erased Lora's smile.
"What?" Lora asked, hands forming a fist.
"It's fake! Did your mother buy your shoes in the market? How much does it cost? I bet it's not even half the price of mine!" He commented.
"Why do you care about how much does it cost and where my mother bought it from?" She said while glaring at Kiro who then scoffed.
"Hey, doesn't she smells like a beggar?" Kiro whispered at their other classmates who slowly nodded while pinching their noses.
"No, I don't!" Lora pushed Kiro to the ground and before Kiro can even get revenge, their teacher finally arrived and stopped them.
Lora arrived at the wet market and went to her mother's store. She was about to wave at her when she saw a customer yelling at her mother.
"Hello?! Can you hear me?! I asked how much is this Tilapia?!" The customer yelled but her mother, who was cleaning seem to didn't hear anything because she didn't look back
"What kind of seller is this?! she wouldn't even face me!" She yelled. Lora's mother finally looked back and saw the customer. Her mother grabbed a piece of paper and wrote something in it.
'I'm sorry, I'm deaf. What can I get you?'
The customer silenced because of embarrassment. "Now I feel guilty. Why would you run a store if you're deaf?" She said and walked away.
Lora's mother sighed but quickly smiled when she saw Lora staring at her in disbelief.
"Oh, you're here? how was your day at school?" Her mother asked in sign language.
"It was fine. Where's dad?" Lora answered back.
"He said he was going on a company trip. Didn't he tell you?" Her mother smiled.
'there he is again, he's gonna cheat again.'
"Oh, I totally forgot." Lora just sighed and went to help her mother sell. But she was stopped when a hand tightly grabbed her arm. It was her mom.
"But Lora..." Lora stood there in shock when she heard her speak. However, her face was starting to change into something... monstrous. Something scary. Her mother's head getting bigger and bigger as her eyes stared at Lora angrily. "Why did you let me rot in jail?"
Lora dropped the bag of fish she was holding, walking backward but there was suddenly a wall, stopping her from walking away from her mother. She swore there was no wall in there earlier. "I-its my fault mom." She cried as she looked at her mother who now looked like a monster. Like a reptile. "I'm sorry."
"No, don't be sorry sweetheart. I've warned you. I... will destroy everyone around you." Her mother said, smiling from ear to ear. Her lips almost tearing apart.
"I'm sorry, mom!" She apologized and ran away. She saw her mother chasing her as she laughs hysterically while calling her name. The wet market started to feel like a maze. A maze with no exit door.
"Oh Lora...." Her mother called with a teasing voice.
"Lora!" She called again, now with an angry voice.
Lora woke up from the dream, panting and sweat all over her face. She looked around her, scared her mother might appear again. But no, she saw Taehyung shaking her shoulders with a worry tinted on his face.
"Are you okay?!" Taehyung asked her while wiping her tears and fixing her hair.
"Get away from me!" She screamed in between her sobs.
"It's okay, Lora" Taehyung said, trying to calm Lora down. "It was just a nightmare."
"Run!" Lora screamed while crying. However, she was still holding on to Taehyung's shirt. Almost telling him to not leave.
"Get out at once!" She pushed Taehyung away but her grip on Taehyung's shirt became tighter. "She... she's gonna kill you!" Lora cried and stuffed her face in Taehyung's chest, sobs getting louder and louder
"She will destroy us all... get... get lost." She said, her voice cracking. Taehyung felt her lips shaking, his shirt getting wet from Lora's tears.
"Why does that sound like you're telling me to not leave?" Taehyung said and pulled Lora's shoulders, trying to see her face. She was looking at him with hope in her eyes.
"Okay." He assured and hugged her while brushing his hand on her back to comfort her.
"I won't leave you."
Lora woke up because of her alarm. She cursed as she remembered what happened last night. Trying to get it off her mind because of embarrassment.
She wore the clothes her stylist picked for her and walked out of the room, trying to avoid Taehyung.
"Your awake." Lora flinched at the voice and looked in the direction where it's coming from. She saw Taehyung smiling at her while holding a bowl. His hair tied and wearing an apron. But it was worn incorrectly. The tie was in front of him.
Lora laughed at the sight. "You idiot. That's not how you wear that." She said and went close to Taehyung and fixed it.
After she was done, she grabbed her shoes and was about to leave when Taehyung called her name.
"Aren't you gonna eat breakfast?" He asked.
"No," She looked at the food he cooked for her and closed her eyes, trying to resist the hungriness shes feeling. "I need to lose weight." She said and held her breath to avoid smelling the food.
"But you're thin enough," Taehyung commented innocently.
"I am." Lora smiled at the compliment. or if it was a compliment. "But i don't want to be thin." She said and grabbed a remote to open the garage. She even saw Taehyung's lips part because of amazement. Lora stroked a pose, making Taehyung shocked. "I wanna be sexy" She then winked and threw a flying kiss. But when she saw that Taehyung had no reaction, she quickly returned back into her serious face, trying to avoid awkwardness.
"Um, anyways." She coughed and pushed the 'open' button on the remote making the garagee door move upwards.
"That's not healthy." He said while staring at the garage door which was starting to open.
"Yes, but I need to be pretty," Lora said and opened her car door then slowly sat in the driver seat.
"But you're gorgeous." Taehyung innocently complimented.
Lora was trying her best to not smile. For her, it was the best compliment she had ever heard. "You know what?" She looked at Taehyung who was pouting at her for not eating the breakfast he worked hard to cook. "You can come with me."
Taehyung took out his arm on the window, feeling the wind brushing his hands.
"Is this your first time riding a car?" Lora asked Taehyung who was smiling because of amazement.
"Yes." Taehyung nodded. "We didn't have things like this in my place."
"Oh? You remember where you live?" Lora asked Taehyung. She still thinks Taehyung had amnesia and couldn't remember where he lived and only knew his name.
"Oh, umm.. no but yes.. I guess?" Taehyung answered and nervously laughed
"That's good.. that means your starting to recover. I didn't get the chance to talk to the doctor since I was very busy with my own plans. I couldn't ask why you can't remember things." Lora explained and smiled, finally parking the car on the VIP parking lot at her entertainment building.
"This house is very huge," Taehyung commented which made Lora laugh.
"Idiot, this is not a house. It's a working building." He said and pressed the 17th floor on the elevator.
"By the way, while you're here. don't talk to people. They might make a scandal." He warned Taehyung in which he nodded, he was staring at the numbers above the elevator's door. He found it fascinating that it was changing every time they reached a new floor.
They finally reached the right floor and as soon as the elevator's door opened, everyone greeted her good morning.
"Are you the leader here?" Taehyung asked while struggling to carry Lora's bags. It was full of clothes and makeup.
"No, But I'm the star of this building."
Taehyungs lips formed an 'o' and looked around. At this point, he wasn't shocked that Lora was this rich.
"Ms. Lora," A staff called Lora.
"Yes?" She asked with a charismatic tone.
"I'd like to inform you that you were chosen to be the brand ambassador of Seoul Airlines." The staff informed her, looking down on her feet since she doesn't have the gut to look at Lora straight in the eyes.
Lora's face wrinkled. "No." She declined. "I don't want to get involved on those company bullshit."
"But Ms. Sera, you can't say no now." The staff then bit her lips, nervous because of Lora's aura.
"And who are you to say that?" Lora raised her eyebrows. An uncomfortable silence filled the room. The staff's face suddenly lit up, she suddenly bowed to someone, causing Lora to look at who she was bowing at.
"Mr. Bang," She called causing Mr. Bang to smile.
"Lora, you shouldn't bully the staff like that." Mr. Bang said which made Lora roll her eyes.
"Well, what's the reason I can't say no? What, are you gonna sell me off to other companies?" Lora jokingly said.
"You can't say no because Mr. Jeon is here. Do you really not know him?" Mr. Bang suddenly became serious, opening the door in front of him. "If you accept his offer you will be really rich. And when I say rich, it means rich"
Lora suddenly became interested. As long as it involves money, she can do everything "Who is this Mr. Jeon, anyway?" Lora asked curiously, arms crossed.
"Jeon Jeongguk. The CEO of Seoul Airlines."
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it's always been you | chapter 1
PAIRING: Seokjin & y/n
WORD COUNT: 4189
SUMMARY: When you entered, you immediately ripped your shirt off and glanced down at your collar bone in the mirror. It was bright red and the shape of an “S” was beginning to form before your very eyes. You knew what it was going to spell, but your face still watched in horror as it was accompanied by an “e” and then an “o” until it spelled out “Seokjin.” The beautiful outline of a flower followed after it, looking elegant next to his name. His name and the flower were still the color white, meaning that Jin didn’t know. He didn’t have his yet.
“Fuck,” you said, feeling panic overwhelming you. “This can’t be happening.”
CHAPTER 1: THE SECRET
“Today we have on Dr. Lee to talk more about soul marks,” the host on the television hanging in the corner of the room said. It was playing dully in the background while you waited for Louise to finally finish trying on her dress. You checked the time on your phone, silently wondering where Willow was. She was already 20 minutes late. You and Louise had already walked around the store picking up every other dress for Louise to try on. You waited for a few more minutes before you just told Louise to start trying them on. You had gotten a text from Willow 40 minutes ago saying she was leaving very soon, but you hadn’t heard back from her since. Your eyes turned to look at the television, feeling the same heaviness you felt weighing on your chest every time anyone mentioned soul marks.
“Well as you know, soul marks are the physical representation of soulmates,” Dr. Lee began. “You are born with them under your skin and they don’t appear until you’re ready to accept the person’s love.”
The host giggled, holding up his wrist to show the name Soomin with a small diamond next to it. “My wife,” he said, smiling at his wrist.
“Yes,” Dr. Lee continued. “They look something like that. Your soulmate’s name and a symbol. You should both share the same symbol, as well. There’s no set time for them to appear. You can develop them when you’re as young as 5 or as old as 95. It really depends on the person and their willingness to open themselves up. It’s very possible for someone to die without it ever appearing if they’re not open to love.” You winced at that, sighing deeply.
“And it doesn’t often appear at the same time for both people, right?” the presenter said, leaning in like he had no idea. You rolled your eyes at that. Everyone knew about soul marks. You had learned about them in just about every class in school — biology, psychology, English, even sex ed. And on top of that, the media constantly talked about it. Whether it was advertisements for products that showed you a glimpse of the mark or even brought it around sooner than it was intended (all scams) or celebrities talking about their own soul mark stories, they were always on people’s minds. It didn’t help that your mom constantly asked about it, too. Have you found them yet? Has it formed yet? Anything at all?
“Exactly,” Dr. Lee said. “One person could be ready and willing to spend the rest of their life with someone, whereas the other may be a workaholic or scared of commitment. That first person could have their soul mark for years before the other person realizes they’re ready.”
“Thank god my wife and I figured it out quickly,” the host laughed. “I can’t imagine the waiting around just knowing while the other is clueless.”
“Yeah,” Dr. Lee agreed. “It is painful. It is known to cause a lot of stress and mental health problems like depression and anxiety. Some psychologists encourage people to tell their soulmates, so they can speed up the forming of the mark. But, I advise against this. While it works in some cases, it’s also possible that it could make them spiral because they’re not ready. And it can—”
Your phone rang, loudly in the otherwise quiet room. You jumped dramatically, gripping your chest before you looked down to find Jimin’s name lighting up your phone. You smiled at the picture that popped up along with it. It was from a Christmas party two years ago — you were squishing his cheeks together, a huge smile on your face. Jimin’s eyes were squeezed shut in laughter.
“Chimmy!” you said, excitedly answering the phone. “What’s up?”
“It’s Jimin?” Louise yelled from the changing room. “Tell him I say hi! And ask where the hell Willow is!”
“y/n!” Jimin’s cheerful voice rang through the phone. “How’s dress shopping?”
“Dress shopping is good. Louise’s trying on her first dress right now,” you said. “She says hi, by the way!” You put him on speaker, so he could say hi to Louise quickly, before you took it off and put the phone back to your ear.
“Oh!” Jimin said, abruptly. “I was calling to tell you that my beautiful girlfriend is on her way. She left here in a rush and forgot her phone. So tell her I have it, so she doesn’t worry!”
“Yeah, no problem. How long ago did she leave? Because—” you began, but you could hear someone in the background.
“Jin hyung, stop! I’m trying to talk to—”
“y/n?” Jin’s voice filled the phone, causing you to laugh. “Yah! Jimin, quit it!”
“Jin, what are you doing?” You said, laughing. “Leave Chimmy alone.”
“I’m not doing anything!” He said, defensively. He laughed a bit and you could hear Jimin groan in the background. “I just wanted to say hi. Also, I have tomorrow afternoon off and wanted to see if you wanted to hang out. We haven’t seen each other in a while. I’ll be done around 3.”
“Jin hyung, you have your own phone!” Jimin shouted in the background. “If you want to make plans with her, use your phone!”
“Okay, I have to go now,” Jin said, laughing loudly. “Yes or no?”
“Yeah, sure, sure,” You said, laughing. “Just stop hurting Jiminie!”
“I’m not hurting Jimin!” Jin said, outraged. “Jimin’s hurting me!”
You heard Jimin’s infectious laughter before the call ended. Seconds after the call ended, the doors flew open, revealing Willow looking disheveled. You jumped for the second time today but smiled, looking relieved upon seeing your other best friend’s face.
“Sorry, I’m late!” Willow said, taking a deep breath and falling down beside you on the fancy couch you were occupying. “Work was a nightmare. The boys are going to drive me insane. Taehyung ruined his makeup the moment he set foot on set. I had to go back and start over. And they knew I was coming to help Louise pick a dress, but my boss wouldn’t let me leave. Yoongi had to eventually step in and tell them to let me leave because it was his fiance that needed me.”
“That’s my man!” Louise yelled proudly from the dressing room.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” You said, laughing. “Louise is still trying to get the first dress on. Are you sure you don’t want help?”
“It’s a no,” Louise said, from the other side, sounding defeated. “I already know.”
“Let me see, let me see!” Willow said. Louise sighed deeply and opened the door. The dress was so not Louise and you wondered why she had even grabbed something with ruffles in the first place.
“Oh yeah,” Willow said, shaking her head. “It’s pretty, but it’s definitely not you.”
“Try the simpler one you picked out,” You said, gesturing towards the rack that held a long and slender looking ivory dress. There was a little bit of beading on the top, but other than that, it was elegantly simple. With that, Louise shut the door and began trying on the next one.
Willow went to go reach for her phone but came up empty. You saw the panic fill her eyes, causing you to giggle a little.
“Jimin called and he has your phone,” You said, smiling at her.
“Oh thank god,” Willow said, looking relieved. “I’ll go pick it up after this. You’re going to have to take all the photos then.”
“That’s fine,” You said, grabbing your glass of champagne that was on the table. You grabbed the second one, too, handing it to Willow. “So other than the makeup disaster, how was filming?”
“It was fine,” Willow said, grabbing her own and gulping it down in one go. You raised your eyebrows when you watched Willow fill up another glass immediately. “They played some game. I didn’t know what was happening the entire time and JK accidentally broke Tae’s glasses during it and it was a whole ordeal.”
“He broke his glasses?” You said, raising your eyebrows.
“Yeah, he was excitedly dancing because he won, of course, and accidentally stepped on them. They were completely destroyed. Tae was not happy and Jin wouldn’t shut up. He laughed for a full five minutes,” Willow said, smiling when she heard Louise laughing on the other side of the door. “And that started Jimin and Hobi off and then all of them wouldn’t settle down.”
“A bunch of toddlers,” Louise said, fondly.
“My job is basically your job, Louise,” Willow said, pouting. “Taking care of children.”
“Trust me, you don’t want my job,” Louise said. “They’re all brats. One of my students literally put gum in a girl’s hair the other day. Her mom was pissed. I learned some new Korean swear words from her, though.”
The door opened to reveal Louise, looking anxious. You and Willow gasped, seeing your friend in the beautiful dress. She looked elegant and beautiful. Yoongi would lose his mind seeing her in it. You and Willow both felt tears spring to your eyes, finally grasping the reality that two of your best friends were getting married.
“Louise, it’s gorgeous,” Willow said, smiling fondly. “I love it. You look amazing.”
“Yeah,” you agreed. “I love it!”
“I don’t know,” Louise said, turning to look in the mirror again. “I don’t know if I like it enough.”
“Well, it’s only dress 2,” you said, reassuring her. “Just keep trying them on. You don’t have to get one today, anyway. You have time.”
“Yeah, if you’re not in love with it, then don’t do it,” Willow reasoned. “You want it to be perfect. If it doesn’t make you feel that way, then it’s not the one!”
“And let’s be real,” you said, smiling. “You could wear a trash bag to your wedding and Yoongi wouldn’t look anywhere but you.”
Louise blushed, knowing it was true. They were soulmates, after all. If Louise’s hair hadn’t been covering her ears, they would be able to see the small Yoongi resting near the outline of a teardrop behind her ear. They had known each other for years before either of them had formed their mark. They had met while all three of the girls had been studying abroad in Seoul. It had been before the boys had debuted. All of them had formed a bond with the seven boys, creating a friendship that was still strong today, no matter how famous the boys got.
Louise and Yoongi had figured it out a few years back at a party when Yoongi had drunkenly kissed her, which had led to feelings being exchanged. When they woke up the next morning in each other’s arms, the marks were there. Yoongi had seen hers first, placing a kiss on it before checking for his own. Sure enough, Louise was in the same place on him; the same teardrop shape next to it. Their friends were ecstatic, but management wasn’t. It was early on in their career and they didn’t want any distractions for Yoongi. But, he didn’t listen. Louise meant everything to him. And he was not about to leave her after finding something like this out. And because Yoongi didn’t listen, here they were, planning a wedding.
“Yeah,” Louise said, smiling softly at the thought of her fiance. She snapped herself out of it quickly, continuing on. “Alright, next dress!”
The rest of the day went on, while you all talked and Louise continued trying on dress after dress. In the end, Louise walked out of the shop empty-handed and looking defeated.
“How am I ever going to decide on a dress? I’m so indecisive,” Louise whined.
“You’re just going to know,” Willow said, reassuringly. “When you see it, you’ll know it.”
“And like I said before,” you said, looking over at Louise. You nearly tripped trying to avoid a biker on the sidewalk, causing Willow and Louise to roll their eyes. You continued on, though, “You have so much time. You guys aren’t getting married until next year.”
“I know,” Louise said, still looking anxious. “I just want to make sure everything is done on time.”
“It will be. Stop worrying,” Willow said. As they inched closer to their cars, Willow continued on. “You want to come back to our place and drink with us?” Willow said, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Wait, what?” you said, raising your eyebrows. “Who said I’m drinking? It’s Tuesday.”
“y/n,” Willow said, rolling her eyes. “You work from home anyway. You can literally wake up whenever you want. You set your own hours. Just wake up a bit later.”
“Willow,” you said, groaning, but Willow just smiled.
“Please,” Willow pouted. “I had a long day and I need to blackout.”
“Don’t you work tomorrow?” you said, raising your eyebrows.
“Nope,” Willow said, happily. “The boys just have dance rehearsal tomorrow. No need for makeup.”
“Fine,” you said, sighing. You could never say ‘no’ to drinking when Willow was trying to convince you. “Louise, you coming?”
Louise smiled but shook her head. “I don’t think so,” she said. “Yoongi just texted me that they’re done filming and he promised he would make dinner tonight. And if Yoongi’s cooking, it’s going to be good. But, have fun. Be good! Love you.” Louise smiled and made her way towards her car. You and Willow just sighed, watching her go before making your way to your own cars.
You easily beat Willow home, making your way up to your shared apartment. You slipped off your shoes and immediately changed into something more comfortable. Your phone beeped, signaling you had a text from Willow.
Willow: Just picked up my phone from Jimin’s. Be back soon.
You doubted that. You didn’t even want to think about what Willow and Jimin were up to. Surprisingly, Willow didn’t take that long. And when she entered the apartment, she was holding a large takeout bag and another bag with four bottles of wine.
“Oh my god,” you said, happiness in your voice. “I love you. I’m so hungry, I thought I was going to die. Also, are you trying to kill me? I’m not drinking four bottles of wine.”
“We’ll start with two and work our way up,” Willow said, smirking. You rolled your eyes. Willow went to go change while you put your food onto plates. You poured both of you a glass of wine and then went to go sit on the couch. You were halfway done eating by the time Willow was back. She grabbed her own food and sat beside you.
“I still can’t believe Louise and Yoongi are getting married,” you said, in disbelief. “I can’t imagine getting married right now.”
“You don’t want to find your soulmate?” Willow said, raising her eyebrows. You shifted a bit, uncomfortable.
“Of course I do,” you said, looking down at your food. “Everyone wants to find their soulmate. But, finding them and marrying them are different things.”
“Fair enough,” Willow said, taking a large bite of kimchi. “I wish mine would show up soon. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. I’m ready to take the next step with Jimin if he wants to. What’s it waiting for?”
“Your body knows you better than you do,” you said, smiling. “Just give it time. I’m sure it will happen.”
“Yeah, well, whatever,” Willow said, sighing. “I’m happy for Louise and Yoongi. I can’t believe they’ve been together for almost five years. That’s insane. It feels like we just met them.”
“You haven’t seen any soul marks on any of the other boys, have you?” you said, suddenly. Willow raised her eyebrows at the question but answered nonetheless.
“Technically, I’m not legally allowed to tell you,” Willow said, winking. “But, no. None of them have them except for Yoongi — unless they have them on their butts or something. I’ve seen pretty much everyone’s body and nothing. They’re all so busy, I’m surprised that Yoongi’s even showed up. None of them are free enough to start a relationship.”
“Yeah,” you said, nodding. “That’s understandable.”
“Why do you want to know?” Willow said, giving you a puzzled look.
“Just curious,” you said, shrugging. “I feel behind, I guess. Watching Louise planning a wedding has me kind of jealous.”
“You just said you weren’t ready for marriage,” Willow said, laughing.
“Not marriage,” you said, shaking your head. “Just a mutual love. I want it.”
“Yeah,” Willow said, frowning. “You know, you can date in the meantime. You don’t have to wait around for them. It might take years. When Jimin and I decided to give it a go, we both agreed that it was worth the risk. If we aren’t each other’s soulmates, then we have to understand. But, he’s worth the risk.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you said, rolling your eyes affectionately. Jimin and Willow had such a healthy relationship, too. You really hoped they were soulmates. “You guys are cute. Now, come on. You said we were drinking.”
“Yes I did,” Willow said, grinning widely. You both guzzled down your wine, completing two bottles easily. By the third, you were both hammered. Willow was on the floor in front of your couch, now. She had pushed your coffee table to the side, so she could lay on her back, looking up at the ceiling. You were hanging half off the couch, staring at a shadow on the wall.
“Do you know where your soul mark is?” Willow said, looking over at you. “You don’t find out until it happens, right?”
You paused, biting your lip. “I — no, I don’t. Do you?”
“I don’t know for sure,” Willow slurred. “But, I think — I think it’s on my palm. I’m pretty sure it’s on my palm.”
“Why?” you asked, looking confused.
“I can feel an itch,” Willow said. “Like when you have an itch you can’t scratch. I feel it sometimes on my palm. And it’s different from a normal itch. I don’t know how to describe it.”
“Does it just happen randomly?” you said, looking over at your friend. You slid off of the couch, your body falling in front of Willow’s.
“I don’t know,” Willow said. “I thought it happened when Jimin was near. A few days ago, it was really intense when Jimin was laughing at something JK was doing. And I thought, maybe because my heart flutters when he laughs, it was causing it to itch. But, I was doing Jimin’s makeup today and he laughed again when Namjoon broke his mug—”
“What happened on your shoot today?” you laughed, thinking of the chaos.
“They’re toddlers. I already told you,” Willow said but continued on. “Anyway, nothing happened this time. So, I’m confused.”
“Louise might know,” you slurred, looking over at Willow. “She was around Yoongi for a long time before her mark showed up.”
“Great idea!” Willow said, grabbing her phone finding Louise’s number. Before you could even react, the sound of the FaceTime ring was filling your ears. Louise appeared on the screen seconds later, looking a bit disheveled. Her hair was a mess and her clothes were askew.
“Louise Monroe,” Willow shouted, smirking. “Min Louise! What are you up to? Is that a hickey?” You leaned over when you heard hickey, laughing at Louise’s embarrassed looking face.
“What do you want?” Louise asked, laughing at Willow wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
“Did we interrupt something?” you asked, smirking.
“Stop,” Louise said, laughing. “Why did you call? We’re just about to eat.”
“Yeah, I don’t think Yoongi is eating food,” you said, laughing.
“Ew,” Willow said, looking over at you. “You know how I feel about Yoongi. He’s like my child.”
“That’s still weird!” Yoongi yelled in the background, but she could tell he was smiling. Willow just giggled.
“Just accept it, Yoongi Boongi!” Willow yelled back.
“We really are about to eat,” Louise said, showing the japchae and bulgogi that Yoongi had made sitting on their dining room table. It then flashed to Yoongi, who waved in their direction. His sleeves were rolled up and he was wearing an apron.
“Basically, get to the point,” Yoongi said. “So I can enjoy my meal with my fiance.”
“Oh, I bet you’re enjoying your meal,” you said, continuing to smirk. Yoongi just let out a low chuckle.
“What do you want?” Louise asked again, blushing.
“I don’t even remember why we called,” Willow slurred, looking over at you.
“Their soul marks,” you reminded her.
“Oh yeah!” Willow said, excitedly. “Did you two ever feel them before they showed up?”
“What do you mean?” Louise asked, her face screwing up in confusion.
“Like an itch?” Yoongi said, walking over to Louise. He placed his chin on her shoulder, so he was down to her height. Louise leaned her head against his, sighing contently.
“Yeah, exactly like an itch,” Willow said, looking excited that someone understood.
“I never felt an itch,” Louise said, raising her eyebrows.
“I don’t think it happens to everyone,” Yoongi explained. “I think it’s usually the person that discovers it last that can really feel it. It’s like an itch you can’t scratch — like you’re close to it, but not close enough.”
“So you’re saying my soulmate already knows about me?”
“Are you feeling itchy?” Louise said, looking interested now. Willow ignored her question, waiting for Yoongi to respond.
“Not necessarily,” Yoongi said. “I just think it affects the one that hasn’t suspected it, at all. Your soulmate might just have a crush on you or something. I don’t know. I don’t think they have the science down, yet. All I know is it only affects some people.”
“Do you think it’s Jimin?” Louise said, looking excited.
“Jimin already knows I love him,” Willow said, looking confused. “If we were soulmates, our marks would have shown up already.” Her face dropped a bit.
“Don’t think like that,” you said, rubbing her shoulder. “You never know. This whole thing is weird. No scientist can pinpoint anything. It all depends on the person. Everyone has a different experience.”
“She’s right,” Yoongi said, giving Willow a soft smile. “No one knows anything. These are just theories.”
“Alright,” you said, looking over at Willow’s sad face. “We’ll let you eat or fuck or whatever you’re doing.”
Louise rolled her eyes at the two of you, but then winked before she hung up, causing you to burst into laughter. Willow’s lips quirked a bit, too.
“Should we watch a movie until the alcohol wears off?” you suggested, smiling at your friend. Willow nodded, slowly, still looking like she was deep in thought.
“Yeah,” she said, picking herself up off the ground with your help. You both got comfortable on the couch and watched some terrible horror film.
“I have no idea who my soulmate is,” Willow said, suddenly. “Not a clue. If it’s not Jimin, then I have no idea.”
“Willow,” you tried to soothe her. “You don’t know it’s not Jimin. It still could be.”
“It would have happened already,” Willow said, looking over at her friend. “Don’t lie to me. You know that, too.”
“Neither of us know anything,” you said.
“You have no idea who yours is, too? No signs? Nothing?” Willow asked.
You felt uncomfortable for a moment, a strained smile on your face. “Nothing,” you said. “I know nothing.”
“Well, at least we’re in this together,” Willow said, smiling sadly. She leaned her head on your shoulder and in minutes, she was sleeping. You sighed and continued watching the movie until it was over. You turned the TV off and got up carefully, moving Willow into a laying down position on the couch. You placed a blanket over Willow and left her some water and medicine for her eventual hangover.
You were entirely sober now, feeling the beginning of a headache taking over. It felt late, so it surprised you when you saw the clock in your room only at 10pm. You shed your clothes quickly, grabbing a towel and making your way towards your attached bathroom. You started the shower, hopping into the warm water, sighing contently.
You had never felt an itch like Willow and Yoongi had described. You didn’t even know that was a thing. For the millionth time, you wished you could just forget about the soulmate thing. It had been weighing on you heavily for so long now. You quickly washed your hair and body, before stepping out of the shower, wrapping the towel around yourself. The fan in your bathroom hadn’t stopped the steam from fogging up your mirror, blurring your face and body. Just the outline of your body was looking back.
You brushed your teeth quickly and by the time you were done, the mirror had become almost clear again. You stared at your face, willing yourself to not look down. But, like you had done every single day since it first appeared on your body two years ago, your eyes strayed down to the small Seokjin and the beautiful flower that rested perfectly on your collar bone.
A cabra do meu vizinho | jikook
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"¿Qué debería hacer de cenar?"
"Bebe, no importa lo que cocines siempre queda delicioso." hablaba mientras degustaba un bocado más de su desayuno. No mentía, Jimin era muy habilidosos cuando se trataba de cosas manuales y la cocina no era la excepción.
"Pero... quiero que esta noche sea especial," dijo tímidamente. Namjoon no lograba comprender porque era que su pequeño novio se encontraba tan ansioso por esa noche en especial.
"Cocina lo que desees cariño," sonrió terminando su desayuno. Tomó su mano acariciando tiernamente el dorso con su pulgar. Era un gesto que tranquilizaba al castaño, lo había aprendido con los años.
Jimin le sonrió de vuelta, una sonrisa amplia; de esas que no le dejaban ver. Había pasado mucho tiempo durmiendo en la oficina y tenerlo en casa era un gran alivio. Había regresado por ese día, estaba seguro; y planeaban agradecérselo de la forma que más le gustaba.
"Entonces... creo que improvisaré un poco," concluyó recogiendo los platos vacíos y poniéndolos en el fregadero. El moreno se había dispuesto a ayudar al más bajo cuando escuchó una alerta desde su computadora.
"¿Es del trabajo?" preguntó enjuagando los platos y los utensilios que había usado antes para preparar su comida. Sabía que así sería, y que Nam volvería a la oficina, pero confiaba en que esa noche se la daría a él, porque era especial.
"Si, es Jackson. Me envió el informe del forense." Si hubiera prestado atención se habría dado cuenta de la reacción de Jimin, pero estaba más enfocado leyendo la nueva información.
"Bebe, creo que al fin tenemos una pista," le dijo efusivamente. Empezando a guardar sus cosas rápidamente mientras buscaba sus llaves con la vista por toda la habitación.
"Tengo que apresurarme. Mientras más rápido enlacemos las pistas más rápido lo encontraremos." No estaba poniendo atención, se concentró en ir recorriendo la habitación guardando documentos en dirección hacia la puerta.
"Te veré después cariño," se despidió besándole la frente, tomando su chaqueta y poniéndose los zapatos, todo a la vez. "Te amo," casi gritó antes de cerrar la puerta.
"También te amo" respondió Jimin al aire con los ojos húmedos, no quería llorar más. Confiaba en Nam, definitivamente el regresaría. Regresaría y podrían pasar toda la tarde juntos. Porque no lo olvido, ¿como podría olvidar algo tan importante?
No claro que no, no pudo haberse olvidado de su aniversario.
"Lo encontramos en las uñas de la víctima, es una suerte que se haya atorado ahí o probablemente ni esto tendríamos" le dijo el detective Hoseok a su compañero mientras ambos se dirigían al laboratorio para recibir los resultados de la posible fibra de cabello que habían encontrado como pista.
Le parecía bastante descuidado considerando que normalmente su asesino era bastante meticuloso en lo referente a sus crímenes. Prueba de ello era lo difícil que había sido hasta entonces encontrar esa pista después de meses de investigación.
"Excelente, si resulta ser de nuestro asesino, al fin podremos atraparlo." No era común que un detective se mostrara tan alegre, y era mucho menos común que Nam, el jefe de escuadrón, se mostrara así. Sin embargo, encontrar al fin algo que pudiera vincularlo con el asesino del caso que llevaba trabajando desde hace meses era algo por lo que estar tan emocionado.
"¿Que dicen los análisis?¿Conseguimos algo?" estaba ansioso, ni siquiera pensó en saludar al equipo de científicos a su cargo como era típico en él.
"Buen día, Nam. También me alegro de verte," le dijo SeokJin sarcásticamente. Le causo gracia que su usualmente bien educado compañero se viera tan alterado. Era una ocasión en un millón.
"Lo siento, Jin. Estoy algo exaltado." el contrario solo rio, pero se detuvo en seguida sabiendo que lo que le dirían a Nam no le caería del todo bien.
"¿Entonces?," preguntó el moreno apresuradamente. Se encontraba ansioso por saber lo que su mayor tenía para decirle.
"Bueno, ¿Kookie?" Jungkook era el estudiante practicante que asignaron a su equipo, un joven tímido y callado pero bastante inteligente. Al principio, solo hacía tareas que no involucraban relacionarse con el resto de personas pero ahora se encargaba de dar casi todas las explicaciones para los casos que les eran asignados. Según Jin, era parte del trabajo y tenia que aprender como hacerlo. Eventualmente tomo la suficiente confianza como para hablar con confianza delante de sus mayores.
"Claro, el análisis químico no soltó demasiada información. No había señal de lípidos, proteínas ni ninguna clase de ADN en ella; resulta que la fibra es un compuesto de polímeros bastante trabajados. Es un tipo de poliéster que, sin embargo, no se produce más por la complejidad de su fabricación."
"¿Es... sintético?" soltó Nam decepcionado, en verdad esperaba que fuera de su asesino, pero toda la emoción de su cuerpo se esfumó en cuanto su dongsaeng comenzó a hablar.
"Si, pero la buena noticia es que es un material que se utilizó hace unos años en una línea de ropa muy específica, era parte de una prenda que se produjo de forma muy limitada." Hablaba rápido y conciso, mientras se movía ágilmente por la habitación buscando entre montones de papeles y dentro de los cajones.
"Mira...—" le dijo entregándole una fotografía impresa en una hoja— "Solo se produjeron 6 chaquetas de esa clase, las fibras fueron diseñadas para una condición de la piel en los compradores; aunque seguramente no todos ellos la tenían. En fin, resulta que todas se vendieron a compradores del mundo magnate. Es probable que su asesino esté entre ellos."
El joven forense le entrego una carpeta con los perfiles generales de los 6 compradores de la prenda. Sabía que no era necesaria esa búsqueda; si embargo, siempre le había gustado implicarse en la totalidad de los casos en los que trabajaba. Para Jungkook ayudar a sus compañeros era casi como un hobby.
NamJoon agradeció y salio de la habitación en seguida dejando a los dos forenses discutiendo sobre el hecho de que JungKook no había mencionado toda la información a Jin, algo ya bastante típico entre los compañeros. HoSeok salió del laboratorio poco después intentando alcanzar al moreno, quien se encontraba analizando los archivos que le habían sido entregados antes.
Iba concentrado analizando cada aspecto y cada detalle de los ahora sospechosos y entonces regresó a la primera fotografía que le había sido entregada. Esa chaqueta, la había visto antes, no estaba seguro de donde pero sabía perfectamente que era así. Se entretuvo observando la fotografía como intentando encontrar la respuesta a su pregunta no formulada.
"¿Nam?,¿Qué sucede?" Hoseok lo había alcanzado hacía ya algunos minutos y en todo el trayecto hacia la oficina el moreno iba completamente perdido en sus pensamientos tan solo observando al papel en esa carpeta. Sin decir palabra alguna. Si no lo conociera bien diría que es un comportamiento clásico en los detectives, sin embargo no en él.
Namjoon era bien conocido por su capacidad de multitareas. Solía hablar mucho mientras hacía otras actividades, analizando y formulando hipótesis. Pero nunca lo había visto tan concentrado en una sola cosa, y le pareció que debía preocuparse. Algo no andaba bien.
"No es nada... es que siento, que ya he visto esto antes" le dijo calmado pero de forma pausada. Si, definitivamente algo no estaba bien. Una vez en su lugar de trabajo habitual, cada uno tomo su lugar y, bajo las indicaciones del capitán, comenzaron con la investigación más a fondo de sus sospechosos. Esta vez, no tenía la oportunidad de escapar.
"¿En serio crees que este tipo sea la clase de persona que comete asesinatos?" preguntó HoSeok intentando comprender como un hombre que aparentaba estar en su quinta década de edad y bastante simplón sería capaz de cometer la clase de asesinatos atroces y violentos que el asesino de su caso. Le parecía prácticamente imposible.
"No podemos saberlo Hoseok, sabes que hay máscaras muy bien construidas" y no se equivocaba. Un asesino podría esconderse hasta en los lugares en los que uno menos se imagina, podría ser el vendedor de abarrotes de la esquina o un adolescente atormentado, incluso un viejo y experimentado escritor. No se puede saber quién es quién simplemente observando su forma de vestir o las compras que realiza los domingos.
"Supongo" dijo HoSeok inseguro. Ser un detective era algo nuevo para él, no era la clase de policía que desconfiará de quienes parecían inocentes, antes solo se encargaba de asignar multas a conductores irresponsables o retener a ladrones inexpertos. Aun se estaba acostumbrado a su ascenso.
"Bien, llegamos." Aparcó en la entrada de una enorme casa en uno de los vecindarios más prestigiosos de Seoul y bajó del auto enseguida en dirección a la puerta. Tocó un par de veces el timbre, y paciente esperó junto a un muy nervioso Hoseok a que ésta fuera abierta.
Un hombre de cabello grisáceo y barba bien afeitada apareció unos minutos después y les permitió entrar después de ver sus placas y las libretas de notas en sus manos. Les ofreció algo de tomar y los dirigió a la sala de estar algo confundido por la repentina aparición de la pareja de detectives en su puerta.
"Así que díganme detectives, ¿en qué les puedo ayudar?" preguntó sentándose en el sofá frente a sus inesperados invitados, viendo con atención como Namjoon sacaba una fotografía de la prenda y la colocaba en la mesa de centro con los gestos clásicos de los policías en las series americanas.
"¿Reconoce esto señor Min?" Le bastó solo una mirada rápida al hombre para asentir como respuesta a la pregunta de Nam sin articular palabra. "¿Aun la tiene entre sus pertenencias?," prosiguió Namjoon confiado de sus palabras. Hablar era una de sus muchas herramientas que le servían para intimidar y hacer confesar a quienes eran culpables.
"No, fue un obsequió para una de mis hijas. La compró mi esposa y se la mandó por correo como regalo de cumpleaños"
"¿Por correo?¿Su hija no está aquí señor Min?," intervino esta vez HoSeok sorprendiendo a su anfitrión.
"No, está en Italia estudiando la universidad" respondió con preocupación, no le habían dado ninguna explicación clara, solo que estaban ahí por el caso de el asesino en serie DieM. Se estaba empezando a alterar. "Disculpen, ¿le pasó algo a mi hija?," soltó no pudiendo soportar más la preocupación.
"No se preocupe señor Min, su hija esta bien. No estamos aquí por que le haya pasado algo. Una pregunta más antes de irnos, ¿podría decirnos el nombre de su hija?"
"Llama a todas las universidades en Italia, confirma que Min YoonJi se encuentra estudiando allá" Habían regresado a la oficina, seguros de que ese hombre no era el asesino. Pero con la posibilidad de que su hija lo fuera.
"¿Crees que ella haya regresado a Corea sin decirle a sus padres, solo para asesinar más chicas?" su compañero y amigo estaba sorprendido, ¿cómo podría una chica en sus 19 asesinar de forma tan perfecta y a las espaldas de sus progenitores?
"No podemos descartar una sola posibilidad. Con el descarte de compradores solo nos quedaron dos sospechosos en este país, alguno de ellos debe ser nuestro asesino." estaba frustrado, si resultaba ser que ni el otro comprador tenía relación con los asesinatos entonces volverían al punto en el que empezaron.
Sin preguntar nada más, Hoseok regresó a su escritorio comenzando la tarea que su jefe le asignó. Justo en ese instante la puerta de la oficina se abrió dejando entrar a la otra pareja de oficiales con caras cansadas y serias.
"¿Qué pasó?," preguntó NamJoon de inmediato levantándose de su escritorio y yendo directamente hacia sus compañeros. Jackson le entregó las notas que tomó durante su visita al hospital sin decir nada, esperando a que leyera lo que había escrito.
El sospechoso murió a las 18:45 hrs, llevaba internado en esa sala de hospital alrededor de 5 años de acuerdo a la información que nos confirmó la esposa.
NamJoon suspiró cansado. Miró a sus compañeros y se volvió a sentar en su escritorio. No tenían nada. "Bien, revisemos al resto de sospechosos, es posible que alguno no este diciendo la verdad sobre su localización actual." Ordenó con tranquilidad, no se rendiría tan fácilmente. El equipo en seguida se puso manos a la obra.
Al final Hoseok rectifico que la hija del señor Min se encontraba en Italia desde hace un par de años. Confirmando así que la joven no tenía nada que ver con lo que estaba ocurriendo en su ciudad de origen.
Se pasaron el resto del día buscando información en el sistema de registro, haciendo llamadas y enviando mails. Todo esperando aseverar que tenían una posibilidad de encontrar a quien sea que se escondía detrás de ese nombre. DieM, te encontraré.
Here’s where my writing will live. Enjoy.xx
(a) = angst (f) = fluff (m) = mature (s) = suggestive
☆ DRABBLE/PROMPT GAME ☆
☆ SEVENTEEN MASTERLIST ☆
☆ MEMBERS ☆
☁ Seokjin/Jin ☁
☁ Yoongi/Suga ☁
↳ Drabble #1 (f) (s)
↳ Drabble #2 (a) (m)
☁ Hoseok/J-Hope ☁
☁ Namjoon/RM ☁
☁ Jimin ☁
☁ Taehyung/V ☁
↳ Drabble #1 (f)
☁ Jungkook ☁
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Don’t go out in the woods today...
Bangtan Forest is home to monsters from the darkest stories ever told. Creatures of fantasy and mythology, and horrors indescribable. No human dares to venture into these woods who believes the tales, and those foolish enough to think they’re not real?
Well...no one’s ever returned to prove the tales wrong.
Lions and tigers and bears? Oh my, you should be so lucky here, my dear.
Kim Seokjin x Reader
Stealing The Breath From My Lungs
Min Yoongi x Reader
A Whisper On The Wind
A Ray Of Sun Through Rain
A Calling To My Soul
Park Jimin x Reader
A Song In The Blood (Posting Soon)
You’ve always been very clearly different. Now you know the Forest holds the answers you seek. Who would have guessed they would hold even more?
Jimin had been alone for a long time before he found his little family of outcasts, and everything was okay for the first time in his immortal life. Then, you ventured in from the human world beyond, heedless of the warnings and darkness, and here you are, amongst his family like you’ve always belonged. Only, something calls to him within your veins, and it’s getting harder and harder to resist as they teach you what it means to belong to the Forest.
Managing The Mischief Within
Longing To Run Free
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Desafio "Ei! Bora treinar?", por @yoonswan
09. Elementos Vintage
"Anjos" também tem coração quebrado - JiKook
Para uma futura doação
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Still don't know my name — JiKook
— capa teste || caso se inspire, credite.
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Jimin: So we have something to tell all of you
Jimin: Tell them Yoongi
Yoongi: *Gesturing to himself and Jimin* We're a couple
Taehyung, after a few seconds of silence: A couple of best friends?
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Yandere!BTS: Having a baby with them.
Disclaimer: this is a yandere reaction. This does not in anyway represent the group bts irl... at all. I do not condone this behaviour irl. Do not romantacise this. This deals with the topic of sex and pregnancy. You have been warned. Do not read if this triggers you in any way.
warnings: MENTIONS OF FORCING PREGNANCY, exchanging pills.. manipulation, sex, pregnancy, yandere, posessive behaviour, unhealthy relationships, sexism, this is triggering.
note. HAHA MY COMEBACK GIFT... kind of.., yeah... this is a new pattern... I just tried this for fun bcz I wanted to write simply... ik this is shit so pls forgive. ALSO OT7 CONTENT AFTER SO FUCKIN LONGGGG AHHH
I can definitely see yan!jin wanting to have a baby after six or seven years after he’s molded you into a perfect little housewife, it’s his idealism, and number two, he will need a heir for his huge empire. also, he’s a huge sexist... so until you won’t give birth a boy, he’ll keep getting you pregnant.
He’d be very soft during your pregnancy... like almost opposite to his usual asshole self... he’s the type to talk to your swollen belly, rub it. I mean it’s probably the most softest he’ll ever be with you, he’ll be surprisingly gentle, loving towards you and your body.
“Y/N... sweety.. don’t you think it’s time for us to expand our family..? so, be a good little wife for me and start bearing my children.”
Hmm, it’s going to be quite a shocker for you but yoongi is a yandere that longs to have a little family of his own, he craves it. He’s the domestic classic type of man with an old fashioned mindset.
He’s more of a girl type of a guy. He’d want a little daughter first, and then, a little baby boy. First, he’d want a mini you, the one he cherishes like a crazed devotee. I think that he’d make a pretty decent dad, very loving, careful and cautious.
He’ll get you pregnant within a week after kidnapping you... he wouldn’t care if you want it or not.
He knows what is best for you and him. And he is sure that you’d be the best mommy ever.
“Y/N please... just give me a child... I swear I’ll be the best father ever, please... I know you’ll be the most affectionate mother to them... they’ll be the symbol of our love...”
DONT EVER DO THE MISTAKE OF HAVING HIS BABY... girl I’m warning you... Hoseok as yandere... he’s like the worst nightmare... even as a father...
He’d force you to have his baby...
And unfortunately he’ll be successful in knocking you up with his knot.
I just pity the child and you..
He’s got a big breeding kink.. I think at least four to six children... and all boys...
No girls because the only girl he’ll ever “love” is you. And you’re the only one in this world that can possess the features that intoxicates his mind in a trance.
“You will give birth to my children Y/N... don’t test me anymore... be a good little girl for me.. I’m going to knock you up and you’re going to give me beautiful healthy children.”
he only wants one baby boy.
Maybe in two to three years in your so called relationship, you’ll have a baby to take care of. He is pretty gentle and normal for a classic yandere.
But the guys a cunning little bitch.
He knows how to get his way with you using his sweet words. He’s going to be a pretty decent dad too... but... uhh no..
But too bad... you don’t really have a choice.
“Y/N, my queen... don’t you feel alone..? With me being on business trips..? Shouldn’t we start trying for a little angel..? If you want to.. it’d be so beautiful baby... just think about it...”
One sentence, he’s a sex addict.
He doesn’t really want a child. The poor little baby is going to be an accident because of Jimin’s unexplainable shameless desires...
He doesn’t care if he’s got you expecting...
As long as he has you... he can tolerate a little brat of his own... and, during your pregnancy he’s going to be even needier.. oof...
“Y/NNNNN... I want you... can’t we make love right now.... no? fucking hell... b-but I read on the Internet that having sex during pregnancy increases the chances of the baby coming sooner...? Don’t you want that?”
BOY HAS THE BIGGEST BREEDING KINK OUT OF THE BUNCH.
He’s going to plan it all, he’d replace your birth control pills and wait for you to ovalute so he can breed you as much he desires too... it’s his most darkest fantasy... getting you all swelled up with his seed inside of you,
at least expect seven children... he’s being generous with only wanting seven babies.
He’d take care of you so much... kiss your belly... massage you... talk baby names with you... feed you well... he’d pamper you a lot...
I’m kinda soft rn ngl...
okay I’ll stop...
“Fuck... I’m going to be a father soon.. you’re going to be such a wonderful mommy to my children... you’ll look so good with your belly swollen and with that pregnancy glow... I can’t wait to finally start breeding you, my love...”
... he... is... umm.. well... competitive..?
I mean that’s the only way of explaining this.
Or, maybe his baby fever...
Or his fear of you leaving him.
Getting you pregnant would mean he’ll officially trap you in his grasp... in his arms... with his name... by giving you a child.
Or maybe because he can’t control his hormones.., LOL... he’ll get you pregnant by accident too...?
There’s way toooo many ways.
He’d want a little daughter and a boy.
A daughter that looks just like you....
But he’d freak the fuck out when he’d find out...
Shit would go down... haha.
“Y-Y/N I-I want to have a baby with you.,, you’re my soulmate, my purpose, my heart... my everything... you’re the only one ever... for me... let’s have a baby before yugyeom hyung... LETS HURRY, LETS GO! LETS GET IT AHH! I want it to have your beautiful eyes. Your lips, your pretty nose...”
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Mr. Park’s return
So, I’m not sure what to make of this really... like it’s not really a sickfic thing - I don’t know.. it might be, I’ll just say it classifies, it’s more of like a little continuation bit in this series and because I felt like writing about it... I’ve had this sitting with me for a while, so I may as well post it.. it felt a bit everywhere, there’s some knew characters I just tossed in because I needed too and we’ll just see where that leads, yeah?
[there is probably grammatical errors, my first language is English I just can’t proof read - its a rough life] anyway, I hope this is somewhat enjoyable, its kind of a mess
This is supposed to be just a small filler type thing I guess
Snz based but like its rather mild.
‘Sickie’ : Jimin / [Felix? its faint really]/ [Yoongi is mentioned, but yeah]
Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3
Word count: 5376
I tossed some Stray Kids in here because I love them too.
“Good morning everyone.” Jimin smiled at the class of juniors settling in their seats as warmly as he could considering that he was still trying to recover from days of fever. He still felt tired and a weak, with some lingering symptoms, but he was tired staying at home doing nothing. He needed to work again, get back into a routine so that he wasn’t lazing around all the time. So, he had suited up in warm clothes and more makeup than usual to hide the dark rings that had still not left him.
The class stared at him with a mix of confusion and curiosity before greeting him with about the same enthusiasm he had done to them. He supposed that was fair, it wasn’t like they knew who he was really.
He cleared his throat, dropping the exam booklets onto the desk set up in the front of the room, before continuing on with as much forced giddiness as he could manage. No one wanted to head into an exam with a dark unwelcoming mood, so if he could brighten it by even an inch then he would be happy.
“I’m Mr. Park, I’ll be your teacher for this exam.” As if to serve as a reminder, something caught in his throat and he smothered a small bout of coughs into his arm. “Please excuse my voice, I’ve been a little under the weather.”
It didn’t take long before a few voices rose up, which was not surprising considering majority of the class had probably never seen him before. it had become blatantly obvious that most of the students had wanted to spend much more attention on their paper. He didn’t blame them, anyone would want to be distracted from exams and he usually wouldn’t mind, he loved to gossip and get to know the students and they always seemed to be as interested in him as he was in what they were like, but even with the amount of lozenges he’d sucked on that morning already, his voice was definitely going to give out if he spoke for long.
“What do you teach Sir?”
“You look so young.”
“Mr. Park! What are you doing here?”
“Are you new?”
“What type of Hybrid are you?”
Jimin looked to students who had spoken up. Most dressed or styled slightly different from the standard uniform, clearly these were the usual extrovert favourites. He tried to ignore the more intrusive questions and focus more on the ones of innocent curiosity. A wide grin split across his face and his sight narrowed as he recognised one girl that he taught in modern contemporary. Jimin pressed his square framed glasses further up his nose, his tail flicking as the girl waved her arm wildly from the back of the class.
“Sana? Oh, it’s weird seeing you out of class.” Jimin chuckled lightly, giving a small wave in return. “Most of you probably won’t know me, but I’ve been a part of the dance faculty for I think about three years now. I usually only interacted in the other art departments during these times, but this year the school thought it would be better to shift things around a bit. I think I only know Sana… oh wait, Soobin’s here too. Wow, it feels like forever since I’ve seen you two…” His chest warmed with the pleasure of seeing at least some of his kids.
“Sir, what are you doing back?” Soobin grinned and leant forward from when he sat on top of his friends desk. “Mr. Jung said that you probably wouldn’t be back for at least another week.”
“Not quite.” Jimin corrected, moving closer to his student. “It’s just not as heavy a work-load as usual. Are you ready for your exams? And you Sana? I feel so bad for not being there in your final sessions.”
“I think we’re both glad that you rested rather than pushed to be there with us.” Sana grinned, packing away her English textbooks. “I haven’t done mine yet but Soobin had his exam yesterday.”
Jimin’s eyes shot to the boy who merely shrugged, although the bright flash in the fae boys eyes led Jimin to believe he did better than he wanted to portray. Which was good. Great, actually. His students were amazing.
“Ahhh… why do I get the feeling that none of you did any real dancing while I was away… Anyway, don’t stress over it. Deep breathes and smooth lines. It’s nothing you haven’t done before.” Jimin countered to Sana before stepping back to address the class once again, coughing into his arm again – slightly harsher this time. He answered and entertained a few more questions from the students that he didn’t know before finally calling it. “Okay, we should probably start soon. May everyone please start packing away any studying material. And is everyone present for this exam?”
“Mr. Park, Sir.” A trio of girls, each with unique traits that led him to believe they were all either warlocks or fae, waved to him from the side of the class closest to the wall of windows.
“So, you’re a dancer, Mr. Park? Can you show us something?” The one with golden eyes smirked and Jimin’s chest tightened, knowing that her suggestive tone wasn’t one of humour or general curiosity. Kids. They were kids.
“I am, but we have more important things.” He chose to ignore the low whining that erupted from them. “Clear your desks please, you don’t seem to be going over notes anyway. I am assuming that everyone is here, which means we are going to begin.”
He returned to the desk without glancing at the girls again. The session had officially started.
Once desks were clear he began to hand out transcripts, only letting them turn through the pages once each student had one. It was a bit of a struggle, with how hoarse his voice was quickly becoming – given that he hadn’t needed to use it as much in the past few days as he was now, but he managed to read through the paper with them to make sure there were no immediate errors then set them forth on the 3-hour paper. Even though it made him drowsy he snuck a few pills in after he stifled a sneeze into his wrist. He wanted to try keep any and all symptoms to a minimum as to not distract anyone, but it was difficult when the class only had the scribbling sound of pens on paper to fill it with noise.
He sipped the tea from his flask that he was certain Yoongi had spiked with some type of herbal energy booster before Jimin had left that morning. The hybrid couldn’t help the wholesome warmth that ran through him at the thought of the worrisome warlock. Despite Yoongi being powerful and often intimidating to those who didn’t know him, Jimin knew that the elder was in-fact a big softy that was usually too shy to address things that stressed him out. Especially if it was about the people he cared for. Instead he was prone to small actions that he thought would help lift any burdens or stressors, for both him and whoever he helped – in this case, Jimin. Yoongi hadn’t even wanted him to start at the school again yet, even for short hours, but after the hybrid had spoken some sense into him – that it was Jimin’s job and everyone, including Yoongi himself, had worked while sick at some point – Yoongi eventually caved.
Although that didn’t stop him from being a bit clingier than usual, and definitely didn’t stop him from wrapping Jimin entirely in the Warlocks clothes so that his scent was with him all day. Not that Jimin minded being completed drenched in the elders scent and the clothes that were just a bit too big for him always made him feel warm and comforted. The last week that Jimin had spent at home with his boyfriend had been amazing, even if he had been a miserable mess for most of it.
Jimin had just finished firing off emails to the other dance staff members about how everything was going with the dance exams and if there are still students looking for last minute help when he felt the sad realisation that his med’s had been easing off. He hadn’t brought enough for a second dose and he could already feel his nose starting to run. The exam was almost over, just another hour or so and then he was free to be a mess again. But that wasn’t what his body had in mind.
He’inxshew… hih..Hieshxngt hXNGst..
Jimin sniffed and wiped at his nose with a tissue. Thankfully he had thought to bring quite a few of the tissue travel packs with him, Yoongi had tried to slip an entire box of Kleenex into Jimin’s bag but the hybrid found that to be a bit excessive. His tail curled around his waist as he felt the gazes of a few of the students that were already finished or were checking through their work, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. He sniffed repeatedly, trying to be as soft and quiet as possible but it only seemed to make matters worse as he snapped forward with another sneeze that he caught by pinching at his nose. Stifling was a bit painful, especially with how congested he had been, but he would bear with it.
He stifled four more before he had to come to terms with the fact that he could not try to sniffle to keep it at bay anymore. So he claimed fresh tissues to blow his nose, wincing and sending apologetic eyes to the students at the wet gurgling sound that filled the room. Jimin’s face was heated and he swallowed hard trying to work past his embarrassment. The students probably didn’t even care that much. But he still felt like the floor should open to let him fall through it.
He perked as a hand shot up, the student mouthing for more paper. Jimin threw away his tissues, doing his best to ignore how gross he was momentarily felt, and after a quick squirt his trusty hand sanitiser that Jin made him carry, he was up and handing out pages. Taking that moment of already being up to slowly walk around and check if anyone else needing anything from him. He tried not to linger too much when he noticed Soobin gnawing at his bottom lip. A quick glance and Jimin could tell that the boy was struggling with understanding some of the things being asked of him and he didn’t want to add any extra pressure of being hovered over. Clearly the boy was unfortunately – in this case - closer inclined to the creative arts than he was to general studies.
Jimin followed the soft whisper to a thin, pale dog hybrid who looked anxious just to have to look Jimin in the eye. Jimin cleared his throat to try get rid of the insistent itch that seemed to plague him and leant down so that the boy wouldn’t have to look up at him when he spoke. It wasn’t often that someone reacted intimidated by Jimin, so he was left a bit unsure. The few handfuls of times that he could remember being anything close to scary were strictly associated with his dancers or the few times he got into arguments with his friends, but usually everyone saw him as a soft and gentle hybrid that they could either try to walk all over or have pleasant easy conversations with. No real threat.
Jimin rested his hand on the edge of the desk to steady himself, then silently inclined his head to indicate that the boy could continue.
“I-I don’t feel.. feel well.”
Jimin gently rested a hand on the boys back only to frown at how sharp the hybrid’s bones were beneath his clothing. “What do you mean? Are you stressed? Sick? Do you feel nauseous?”
The boy merely nodded and swallowed loudly, sinking further away from Jimin.
“Do you want to go to the nurse?” he asked softly. Looking more closely at the boys’ face, his oddly sharp facial structure and sunken cheeks. He had originally seen the bruises under the boys eyes as a part of the exam season stress but maybe there was something else happening.. When he got the nod of approval Jimin set his hand on the boys exam paper. “Do you want to keep this for now, or should I take it?”
Okay then. Jimin stood up, slipping the exam paper from the students desk, and bringing it back to his station, making note of the foreign name, ‘Felix’, filled in at the top right corner. Then he moved to the intercom attached to the wall behind his desk chair and held the button that connected him to the head office. “Hi, could we please have someone come to room 48? I need a student to be taken to the nurses office.”
A garbled reply came back at him that he could only hope meant that someone would be sent soon. In the meantime, Jimin dug in his bag until he retrieved a sealed bottle of water. It wasn’t as cold as it had been when he had bought it, but it would do. He returned to the boy who had now buried his face into his hands, taking deep shaky breaths.
“Felix… can you try taking some small sips of water for me?” Jimin knelt beside the desk once more, twisting off the cap of the bottle. “Just a few? When last did you eat or drink something?”
He didn’t get much of a response other than the hybrid lifting his head enough to look at the open water before shakily taking it from Jimin. He took the smallest of sips before just sitting there with his eyes tightly shut.
“Okay.” Jimin rubbed Felix’s back and stood up again, coughing into his arm before letting out a restrained groan. “Everyone, you have 40 minutes left. If you’re finishing off or just sitting there, then go through your answers again and make sure you’ve read the questions carefully.”
It was almost ten minutes before Jimin heard a soft knock on the door.
Felix had been sitting with his hands pressed tightly against his eyes, leaning heavily on his elbows while taking stuttering breaths. Jimin had been hovering with concern, but there wasn’t anything he could really do to help. The dog hybrid pretty much shunned him every time he murmured a gentle question or soothing words.
Jimin left his spot next to the sick boy, giving a quick glance over the class to find that at least a third of them were watching him and not going over their work like he’d encouraged, but he called out a brief ‘half an hour left’ and moved to open the door.
“Jin.” Jimin let out a heavy breath, running a finger under his nose before leaning closer to the concerned elder. Silently thanking that their office employees had thought to call the school nurse directly and not some random other teacher to walk the boy to a better environment. “Hi, I’m not sure how sick this boy is, but he has a fever and I think he might be nauseous. He couldn’t tell me if it was from anxiety or something else so… He didn’t seem too keen on talking to me at all actually. I just gave him water.”
Jin nodded, wiping his hands on his jeans before stepping forward to move into the class. For a moment he looked like he wanted to question Jimin on something else but thought better of it.
“Where are they?”
Jimin pointed him out and then stood back, trying his best to watch over the rest of the class and not interfere with Jin as he prompted a few words out of Felix – mostly about what he felt like and whether he was okay to walk - before helping him stand. The witch had to wrap an arm around the boys waist to kept him steady and they were forced to move at a slow pace, but Jin just murmured soft barely audible words of encouragement until they’d reached the door. Jimin lay a steadying hand on Jin’s arm before biting at his lip.
“Do you need help getting back? I can ask the office to send another person..”
“We’re fine Jimin.” Jin reassures, his hand rubbing gently at Felix’s side. “I know him, I’d rather just move slowly and not stress him out too much. You can come by in a bit if you’re worried, but I’ve got it.”
Jimin let them go, closing the door softly behind them trying to ignore the tears that had sprung to Felix’s eyes as soon as the pair had left the room. Distracted, he gave a final slow walk through the rows of students. Most of them were finished now, some had lain down over their desks while others fiddled with their stationery. He gave a pleased nod to see that at least two students where carefully reading through their work and added to certain places, and then he passed Soobin. The boy had completely drawn over the back of his exam paper with dark detailed sketches that couldn’t have been done quickly. Jimin winced at the thought of how the boys answers must look, and took it has a hint to sit the rest of the time at his desk where he sipped at the final bit of his now lukewarm tea.
He sent a few carefree texts to Yoongi, who had been complaining bitterly about having to stay at home for the day. Apparently he had tried to talk Namjoon into letting him work but the clumsy witch had threatened to jinx the elder if Yoongi came in to work. Jimin smiled at his boyfriend’s irritated messages, knowing that the warlock was probably still in bed despite him having his studio there if he really wanted to work.
He still felt a bit bad about getting Yoongi sick, but the warlock had thankfully always been a quick healer, so hopefully if he rested for a day or two then he would be fine. Jimin sent a final ‘see you in a bit! Love you!’ before he readied up the exam folder to retrieve the papers.
He coughed once into his fist, pushing up his glasses instinctively afterwards, then gave a soft smile. “Okay guys, if anyone is still writing I’m going to need you to stop.”
“Jin? You in here?” Jimin peeked into the small nurses office only to find it empty, ignoring how his voice had cracked. The desk had been pushed neatly to the side and had an open medical bag with some scattered medications on it but other than that and the locker off to the side that held Jin’s personal things, the room was impeccably clean. Although that shouldn’t surprise him, it was a nurses office. “Soekjin?”
He heard a soft reply and then Jin appeared, ducking through the white curtain that basically blended into the wall. The sectioned off area for those that needed a bed to lay down in, if Jimin remembered correctly.
“Yeah, hey.” Jin smiled and tugged at the collar of his shirt before collapsing into his chair with a sigh. “Sorry, I’ve been running everywhere.”
“Mr. Popularity.” Jimin teased and entered properly into the room to lean against the second chair across from his friend. He flipped a small backpack up and dropped it onto the empty seat. “Felix left this. I didn’t want to leave it there in case there was something important inside. He can just fetch it from here whenever he’s back at school.”
“He hasn’t left yet.” Jin let out a breath much heavier than before. His expression darker than what Jimin was used to seeing on him. “He stays in a foster home with a whole bunch of other kids, his guardians are always a bit preoccupied with the younger children. I think they like to think that the older kids can fend for themselves a lot better than what they actually can, but yeah. They were called, but his foster brother will probably be the one to fetch him after his classes for uni end.”
Jimin frowned deeply. His chest ached in sympathy for the timid hybrid that had seemed close to passing out earlier. “Is he… okay?”
“Mostly.” Jin shrugged, glancing back to the curtained area he had come through. “He threw up a few times and put up more of a fight than I thought possible when I tried to get him to drink a potion. I had to resort to just standard medicine, but it won’t be as effective. Seems like a flu.”
“I felt awful that I couldn’t really help earlier.” Jimin admitted with a small sniff, rubbing at the tip of his nose swiftly. “He seemed scared to tell me anything, but I don’t know… maybe he just really wasn’t feeling well.”
Jin shook his head. “This isn’t his first foster home, he got moved around a lot. From his file and the times he’s spoken to me, he has a bit of a rocky history with cat hybrids – of course his experiences kind of dealt more with predatory breeds but I suppose he just kind of categorised.”
Now Jimin felt worse. He bit at his lip and locked his eyes onto the curtain as if he would be able to see the boy through the material. Was he asleep, or was he listening? Jimin’s throat tightened at the thought of having scared the dog hybrid. He didn’t really like causing someone else unnecessary stress, especially if there was a history of something … what, abusive? Maybe?
“I didn’t realise… Why was he sent to school if he wasn’t feeling well?”
“Beats me. Probably didn’t say anything, he’s only really comfortable with a few people and I don’t think he expects to rely on his foster parents.” Jin says quietly. “He’s a good kid, though. Very funny and loud when he wants to be. He just needs to open up to others a bit more, stop feeling like a burden and maybe participate a bit more.”
Jimin nodded, twisting at one of his rings. “It’s hard sometimes, I get that. If he ever wants to he’s more than welcome to come by the dance studio’s. We sometimes hold after school classes for those that are curious or need extra practices. It might be a bit late to switch to it as a subject, but I’m willing to teach him a few things when he’s feeling better, maybe it will help in terms of meeting new people. Or I can ask Hobi if he can teach him a few things if he’ll feel more comfortable with a human teacher.”
“I’ll let him know.” Jin let out a huff of a laugh. “How are you? Feeling better about being back?”
Jimin grinned widely, leaning heavily onto the chair. “Loads better, Yoongi helped me a lot. I’m still a bit stuffy –“
“And your voice is super hoarse.” Jin said, then smiled teasingly as Jimin whined, his ears drooping a little.
“Yeah, I know… But I really do feel better. I’m tired now but I’m happy to be back at work, I missed my kids. I got see two of my students during the exam, although I don’t think I have a lot of faith in the ones English skills. … its fine though.” Jimin straightened up and gave a dramatic wave of his hands. “He won’t need good marks in standard school, he’ll go far in dancing.”
Jin pulled a face at Jimin’s words causing the younger to let out a small giggle.
“Maybe not fail the standard schooling, but you get what I mean. He’s going places whether he gets those marks or not.”
“Sure, Minnie. Just don’t tell him that he doesn’t need to get good marks in other things.” Jin advised teasingly. “That’s not the best way to educate the next generation.”
A gentle knock on the office door had Jimin jumping in fright, his ears drawn back, and fur raised, only to see two boys hovering outside. He vaguely recognised one from seeing him in hallways but the shorter one was unfamiliar, they both had soft fae-like features and wide innocent eyes. The taller was still dressed in the academies uniform while the other was dressed entirely in baggy black clothes that reminded Jimin of Yoongi. Although he doubted Yoongi would willingly get a lip and eyebrow piercing… maybe Jimin could talk him into it…
“Hey, Chan. You got here fairly quickly.” Jin rose from his seat. “ I think he’s asleep right now, but I’ll wake him up and give him a final look over.”
“Thank you so much Mr. Kim.” The dark one said, smiling brightly at Jin before nodding a greeting at Jimin.
He gave a soft ‘Hi’ before he pulled the light backpack off of the seat and handed it to the one Jin had addressed. “Here’s his bag.”
“Thank you.” Chan accepted it quickly and gratefully.
“Aren’t you one of the dance teachers? On the other side of the school?” The student, who looked about the same age as Felix despite being taller than both Chan and Jimin. “I saw you in that theatre performance thing like three months ago… right?”
Jimin nodded, assuming that the boy was talking about the fundraiser that the school did that was mostly a time for the students to see the staff make fools of themselves doing dances or skits – or in his and the rest of the performance arts staffs’ case, their talent and skills being flaunted in their natural habitats.
“Yep, I’m a modern – contemporary instructor, but I help out in the hip hop sector when I’m needed.”
The boys face lit up at knowing he was right. “You’re dancing is so cool. You were so graceful on stage, it looked really beautiful.”
Jimin smiled and felt his cheek warm. Jin had disappeared behind the curtain and Chan was watching Jimin with a small smile.
“I remember now. I went and watched with him and some of our other brothers.” Chan added. “He kind of became obsessed with dance after that.”
His cheeks burned and he let out a soft nervous cough into his fist. “That’s kind, thank you. Are you… all in the same Foster family as Felix?”
Chan nodded before adding. “I don’t live there anymore, but I still spend time with some of them there, kind of become like real brothers, you know?”
Jimin nodded, stilling feeling a bit off about thinking of them in a foster home. “Well I was just telling Jin that he was welcome to come by the studios if he ever felt interested in dance. As a way to open up a bit. I’m not sure if Felix would join if I taught him, but you’re welcome to join myself or Mr. Jung as well if you want – um..”
“Hyunjin.” The boy said eagerly. “That’s so cool. I really want to, I wanted to take classes, but our guardians couldn’t pay for the extra fee.”
Jimin bit back his grimace. It was unfortunate that students had to pay an extra amount for specialised classes but there wasn’t much he could do besides over informal schooling.
“Well, we can organise once or twice a week to help you guys out. You actually look like the right build for a dancer, probably wont struggle too much…”
Jin reappeared with the small dog hybrid following close behind, looking a bit steadier on his feet than before but still nowhere near healthy enough to be at school. Felix hesitated at the sight of him but didn’t stop for long before he move to sink into Chan’s arms. Jin spoke about some of the hybrids symptoms and what he’d need to take as well as giving a few things to watch out for and what to do if it got worse just in case their guardians got busy. Jimin moved back, letting the two boys move closer to their brother in the office. It was cute to see the three of them together, so different and yet there was a clear sense of family. Jimin sniffed only to regret it as a sharp piercing lemon scent that was no doubt coming from Felix flooded his senses. He wasn’t sure how he hadn’t smelt it earlier, perhaps it was because Felix was feeling safe – in any case, Jimin blinked hard. He pressed a finger secretly to his nose, but it only seemed to aggravate the itch. Damn it, he had really hoped that he had finished with this earlier – he had blown his nose enough times after leaving the class, but apparently not.
‘He’ingxt’ah.. h’ingxsh..hih..hih’IGTSHiew…’ He cringed as he felt eyes land on him but couldn’t do anything else but keep his hand covering his face. ‘hih’itchshew… h’IShiew..’
“Bless you, Jimin.”
Jimin groaned and pulled a face, giving a soft and somewhat nervous sniffle. It seemed to be the end of it thankfully. Everyone was looking at him, but thankfully they didn’t seem to really care. “Thanks…”
“Thought you were better, hmm?”
“Jin,” Jimin pursed his lips and resisted the urge flick him. “Shut up. I’m fine now, just... lingering stuff.”
Jin hummed but Jimin knew he was only trying to be annoying.
“okay well, I’ll head out then.” Jimin clapped his hands together awkwardly, no longer wanting to stay in the room in case he was going to start being sensitive to any more scents.
“Tell Yoongi to feel better for me, Min.” Jin said as he wrote down the names of specific medications that would be the most long lasting for a hybrid.
Remembering the adorable sight he had left his boyfriend in that morning, Jimin spun around with a cheery gasp and wide glimmering eyes that had Jin laughing loudly, the other three in the room just blinking with bemusement at the suddenly change.
“Get home Jimin! That wasn’t an invitation to start blabbering about your boyfriend. Actually, I’m very annoyed at you – It’s your fault that I didn’t get my extra Namjoon-day yesterday. I was devastated! Devastated Jimin!” Jin scolded him without even trying to suppress his smile.
“You can sleep with your husband whenever you want Jin. No one is stopping you.” A pen smacked into his chest and Jimin bubbled with laughter as he danced out of range of the book that had come flying soon after the first projectile. “Don’t throw things at me!”
“Yah! Don’t say inappropriate things in front of students, you bratty cat!”
“They know what sex is!” Jimin argued playfully, coughing lightly as he caught the next book that came flying at his face. “So sensitive. Has it been that long?”
“I should have never befriended you. I have to rethink my life choices.” Jin shook his head as he sent Felix an exasperated look. The dog hybrid was watching the interaction with wide, watery eyes.
“Bye, Soekjin.” Jimin laughed, handing the book he had caught to Hyunjin. “I’ll let Yoongi know you care. If you want… I can ask him to make up something special to help-“
“GO HOME, BRAT!”
Jimin pranced away, hearing the soft curses that Jin threw after him. Home. Despite how mixed his feelings were after finding out about Felix’s family life, he couldn’t help but be filled with a flood of warmth at the thought of his boyfriend waiting for him. Most likely still cuddled up into the warm nest Jimin had rearranged for him, unless the elder had decided to use energy to make food or something, but that seemed particularly doubtful after he had messaged Jimin about how lucid he felt and about the mountain of tissues creating a new city on the floor of their bedroom.
It was endearing… possibly contagious to anyone else that stepped fought into their house but somehow, very endearing.
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Feita no dia 10/05/2021
Eu treinando capa sexy :)
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