#reader x bts

[peachywritess]

Unmei | OT7

bangtan (OT7) x fem!reader

01 - what i need...

☁️ unmei – 運命 (うんめい): a noun meaning 'fate' or 'destiny' in Japanese. ☁️ genre: royal!AU, OT7!AU, reincarnation!AU ; smut (eventually), angst. ☁️ Unmei will deal with very delicate and quite dark themes, so please if you are a minor, DO NOT interact. I will always put a trigger warning at the start of every chapter, so if you feel unconfortable DO NOT read. ☁️ ☁️ author's note: hello lovelies, author here! "unmei" has been in my head for a while, and i kept thinking about shaping my thoughts into words; i do realise that this story, per se, is quite ambitious but i really hope you will enjoy reading it. ☁️ chapter's TW: panick attack, mentions of death (side character). ☁️ word count: 3,5k

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☁️ taglist @shabbamadapot @jnghs

! disclaimer - This story is a work of fiction. I do not own BTS and the description of them in this story does not want to reflect nor portray them in real life.

Crystal chandeliers, shining glasses of the finest wine, and chords intoning classical melodies. Fingers intertwining as gowns kept swaying, strangers chattering about politics, war, and sometimes about passions, literature, and secrets… 

Overly-dressed up women, whose make-up was classy and whose voices were soft, whispered into each other’s ears as young men passed by.

The high society, the aristocracy - the world you were fated to be born in and to live in.

The corset you wore was too tight on your abdomen since you could not eat more of the cake. You always finished dessert - and the sponge cake had strawberries inside, so this was very unlike you. You were sitting down - back straight and shoulders relaxed as your mother had taught you - while the other young women danced in the hall. You could also see your father talking to another short, long-bearded man, and you had hoped the topic was indeed not you.

That was the first, and probably the last, time you had agreed to accompany your father to a Grand Ball; he perfectly knew you didn’t fancy celebrations or big events, but he had insisted so much over the past month your mother had begged you to go with him.

“Just this once, darling. You know how men are, especially your Father!”

You had convinced yourself it was part of her plan to finally get rid of him for a night. Even the Queens needed a day off, and you were aware of your father’s antics: the King was really needy, and loved being taken care of… Just like a boy.

Nevertheless, you could no longer lie to yourself: you strongly suspected something else had led your father to this event. You had just turned twenty-one years old, so you were still too young to marry, weren’t you?

A few months before your birthday, your father had requested to speak to you about an important topic concerning the crown, and you knew that he wished for you to find a man to marry, so that you could inherit his place on the throne. However, as soon as the word arranged left his lips, you had already stormed off. You were not going to spend the rest of your days with someone you barely knew, and didn’t like.

After that discussion. your father never brought up the matter publicly, but you perfectly knew he had already informed your mother about it. To you, it wasn’t fair: they had married for love, and not for the crown. Their marriage was not decided by someone else aside from them, so you thought you deserved the same treatment they got when they were young.

What your father did not know was that you already loved someone. You knew that if he ever found out about your relationship, he would be furious, but since your teenage years, you had become cunning and knew how to lie.

Knowing how to lie and avoiding getting caught were two plus points, especially for a princess whose life got constantly suffocated by people who wanted to pry into your privacy. Not that you had one, of course.

Kim Taehyung. He was your bodyguard, the person you trusted most in the world. Just imagining his face sent shivers down your spine, certainly not with a negative implication. From the first day your father introduced you to him when you were only sixteen, you had fallen head over heels for him.

For most of your time together, your love had remained hidden, mainly because, in front of everyone's eyes, Taehyung remained formal and silent. However, when you were alone together - although it happened rarely - he revealed his true colourful identity: he talked about art, how much he loved to paint and how you, in his eyes, were the perfect subject to depict.

"If only I could, I would paint you. That way, even when we are far apart, I would be able to admire you as many times as I want."

Taehyung was an extremely gifted and articulate speaker. He always used the perfect words for every situation, and his voice, so deep it made your heart flutter, made it easy for him.

Maybe it was the way he squinted his eyes every time he laughed or the way his gaze was always focused on you. But you knew you loved him.

What you didn't know, however, was whether he loved you.

You sharply inhaled, moving the remaining piece of cake with the silver fork, debating whether to eat it and feel sick or leave it there.

“Is this not to your liking?” 

A male voice suddenly awoke you from your thoughts, and you turned your head in order to connect it to a face. Your heart skipped a beat when you finally saw him: he was beautiful, really. And not the kind of beauty that intoxicates you, that weighs you down, but a beauty so delicate that it leaves you speechless for a moment.

“I hate it.”

You replied, batting your eyelashes repeatedly, as it would have been impolite not to answer him immediately. A proper young lady never stutters - you could hear your mother’s stern tone in your head. 

Instantly, you noticed his dark-brown eyes, and you swore you could lose yourself in them.

His full lips curved into a heart-shaped smile - different from the ones you were used to seeing, those fake, mechanical laughs - and his eyes shrank to pretty half-moons. 

“The Ball, or the cake?”

His question was innocent, yet you could hint at a spark of curiosity in his gaze. You took a brief moment to admire him: his dark hair was neatly combed back, and he wore a slightly unbuttoned white silk shirt and black trousers that seemed to fit him a little tight.

He did not let you answer, allowing himself to sit by your side without asking any permission. You were breathless for seconds that seemed to last almost too long as his hand gently grasped your wrist, with such delicacy that you seemed not to feel his touch.

His fingertips squeezed lightly, until he brought the back of your hand to his rosy lips, but without making any contact with your skin.

The only contact that never ceased, however, was that of his eyes on you. Your ears seemed to stop hearing the music and the room all around seemed to have emptied out completely as the man in front of you consumed you with his eyes.

“Jimin, Park Jimin.” He announced, and his name echoed into your head. “It is an honour to finally make your acquaintance, Princess.”

“You already knew who I was.” 

You let go of your grip on your fork with the hand you still had free, before making a brief bow as you lowered your gaze.

“Oh no, Princess. I ask you not to bow to me."

You furrowed an eyebrow before a small smile appeared on your lips. You knew it was rude to smile like that, but his words reminded you of a quote in a book which your mother read to you as a child.

"You remind me of someone." You murmured, retracting the hand Jimin still held close to his lips. Thus, you remembered the gesture and your cheeks blushed.

"Someone you like?"

Your smile became bigger, but you tried hard to hide it by bringing a hand towards your lips.

"Park Jimin, did you by any chance come here to court me?"

"Would that be considered a sin, Princess?"

The air in the hall became strangely heavier. Either the presence of that unknown prince had caused a strange effect on you, or the corset was really so tight that it took your breath away.

Out of the corner of your eye, you glanced at your father who - at the same moment - looked in your direction, pointing at you with open arms.

"My daughter! My beloved child, she always precedes me in everything!"

He pronounced this aloud and, as his timbre was very deep, the words were heard by many in the audience. The man next to your father, the one he had been talking to all evening, stood a few steps behind him as they both approached the table.

"King Park, this is my beautiful daughter, Y/N." He gave the man a resounding pat on the shoulder as soon as he was close enough. "And I guess this young man is your son, Jimin."

You remained in complete silence as your eyes moved between the two men. You were confused by the situation, yet when you turned to Jimin, he did not have the same expression. He seemed... relieved, by their presence.

"It is an honour, Your Highness. I was fortunate enough to meet your daughter before the appointed meeting, I hope it is not an inconvenience."

Appointed meeting, those words echoed in your mind.

"Of course not, why should it be? That is something to celebrate!"

Still sitting far too composedly, you watched them talk as though you were not there to hear them. You felt like a ghost trying to participate in a conversation,

You parted your lips slightly, attempting to speak.

However, the dark blond-haired boy next to you interrupted your attempt. His voice was calm, and the words he used were always well thought out as if he had studied a script.

"I would be grateful, Your Highness, if you would allow me to ask your daughter for a dance."

As he said this, you couldn't help but keep your eyes locked on him. His attitude was certainly that of a prince, but there was something about him - something extremely mysterious - that you still couldn't pick up on.

"I-"

The words came out of your mouth automatically, but you still had so many questions on the tip of your tongue that remained unanswered.

"But, of course, Prince Jimin. Y/N would be pleased, wouldn't you, my daughter?"

No, you were definitely not pleased. At that very moment, you just wanted to run away. Like a lost puppy, you looked for a familiar face in the surrounding hall hoping to see Taehyung. As you looked for help that would never come, the three men kept watching you, waiting for an answer.

You had two choices: say no and disappoint your father, then endure his complaints on the long ride home, or say yes to give him five minutes of satisfaction.

Your approval wouldn't have led to consequences, would it?

"I would be delighted." You lied, batting your long eyelashes several times, something you had learned to do to show interest. You knew men liked that.

Your father gave poor King Park another resounding pat on the shoulder, inviting him to leave the two of you alone.

Jimin seemed satisfied with your response as he gave you a sincere smile. You did likewise, before rising from your chair - which had become uncomfortable - allowing your dress to regain its shape. Your thighs had gone numb from sitting for at least two hours watching the guests dance, so - as if you had suddenly forgotten how to walk - your legs gave out.

A pair of hands grabbed your hips, making sure to hold them firmly, and when you looked up, you found yourself dangerously close to the blond man's face. Your hands rested on his, grabbing his fingers to loosen their grip on you. You noticed that these were incredibly cold and not too big - not like Taehyung's.

"Forgive me, I shouldn't have. Are you alright, Princess?"

"I'm fine, I apologise, I don't know what came over me." You took a step back, moving further away from the man, as if you weren't going to be dancing together anytime soon.

An awkward silence fell between the two of you. Your face was slightly lowered and your eyes stared at the shiny floor tiles. You could not imagine the expression Jimin might have had: was he perhaps impatient? Or, like you, was he feeling embarrassed?

"Don't you think it's better to put embarrassment aside, Princess?" Of the two, Jimin was the first to break the silence. "After all, we have to get used to each other's presence."

You raised your head abruptly, and your pearl earrings tinkled from the movement. Your heart drummed in your chest and your insides twisted. Repeating the phrase in your head, you tried to understand its meaning.

"What does it mean?"

Your voice came out broken, it happened to you whenever you felt anxious.

"Come on, Princess, don't play dumb. Our wedding is only a few months away now."

Your breath began to get shorter and shorter, as if someone was tightening the strings of your corset increasingly tighter, and a hole was opening up in your chest. You felt as if your lungs were being torn from your chest and the world around you was spinning all too fast. Jimin's face contorted into a worried expression and you could see his mouth move, but every sound was muffled.

"I must… I must go and freshen up."

You didn't know what tone you had used, and you didn't even know if the prince had heard your words, but within moments you had already drifted off, disappearing into the crowd of people. To the unfamiliar eye, it would have been difficult to recognise you. But those who knew you well - on the other hand - would have found you instantly.

Regardless of your appearance or posture, you entered a hall with few light sources, the majority of which was in darkness. Your right hand was resting on your chest, clutching the hard material of your corset, and you wished you could just rip it off.

Soon, a veil of tears blurred your vision even more, causing everything around you to become less clear. You did not even apologise when your shoulder bumped into someone else, continuing undaunted on your way.

The person you had hit, however, stopped and turned their gaze, watching you flee. They continued to watch you until you turned a corner, disappearing into the darkness. Having found a quiet place, you slid down a wall until you found yourself sitting on the cold floor. The room you were in was dark - the dim light of the moon coming from the one large window. The room was empty, only for a few abandoned paintings leaning against the walls.

A thousand questions tormented your thoughts. The idea that your father had given you away to a stranger made you nauseous, and the more you thought about it, the more the cake you had eaten rose up in your stomach. You brought your hands to your mouth, choking back a sob, while your breath was still too short to allow you to think clearly.

You were alone. You felt completely abandoned to a cruel fate, a fate you had not chosen but had to undertake - whether you wanted to or not. Disbelief gave way to anger, and anger soon became disappointment.

Your father had sold you and most likely felt no remorse. You ran your hands through your hair, forgetting the fact that it had been carefully arranged, therefore ruining your hairstyle.

Breathe, Y/N, breathe. But even though you kept telling yourself to calm down, it was impossible. You wished you could escape, hide your identity and finally live the life you had dreamed of.

But your Red Thread of Fate had been tied to the Crown since your birth.

"Y/N!"

A familiar voice resounded in the room and all was silent for a few seconds until quick footsteps approached. The figure knelt right in front of you and - without hesitation - grabbed both your wrists so that your gaze focused on them. Your eyes immediately locked onto a dark-brown pair, looking at you intensely.

"Y/N, it's me, Taehyung. It's me."

Serenity. Kim Taehyung brought serenity into every place he stepped.

You watched his face fully illuminated by the moonshine, and took it all in. His black hair was slightly wavy and fell over his face, framing it perfectly.

If Hell had his face, then you were ready to burn for Eternity.

"It's all right, love. I'm here."

Taehyung didn't waste any time sitting on the ground, picking you up by the hips so that you were resting on his legs. An arm firmly wrapped around your shoulders while a hand gently caressed one of your cheeks.

The warmth of his body caused a feeling of cosiness in you, yet your chest still felt like it was about to implode. "I- I can't breathe."

He instantly seemed to realise what the problem was, because his eyes focused on your chest. Suddenly, his hand reached down all the way to your breast until he grasped some of the threads that bound your corset from the front: he pulled with such force that the seams tore and - finally - all the pressure released. Like a newborn child, you began to breathe, and after a few seconds warm tears wet your cheeks.

You were incredibly scared, still in shock. But Taehyung held you close, gently, almost fearful of breaking you like a porcelain doll. You felt his warm breath in the crook of your neck and his scent intoxicated you completely, making you forget everything.

Your breasts were partly exposed, but you could never feel embarrassed in front of him. Not in front of the man who had seen every last detail of you, not in front of the man who had explored every inch of your body.

"Please don't let me go."

Taehyung hummed and continued to hold you in his arms while giving you a concerned look. His eyebrows were furrowed and you knew he needed an explanation as soon as possible. But Taehyung was also aware that you were still unable to give it to him.

"I won't ever let you go. But now I need you to calm down, hm?" He said softly, as if he was talking to a child. His hand reached for yours, grabbing it gently, and bringing it close to his face.

"Do you remember how many moles I have? Do you want to count them?"

Serenity. Taehyung brought serenity, and every word he spoke to you came from the heart. Ever since you knew him, he had always been affectionate and attentive towards you. He knew you better than anyone else.

So, of course you knew the answer to the first question.

You smiled, heart beating fast but not out of fear. With the tip of your index finger you began to trace every spot on Taehyung's face, his skin always soft and flawless.

"One. You touched the small mole on the tip of his nose, near the right nostril.

"Two." Then it was the turn of the mole under the lid of his right eye, the spot you found most distinctive.

"Three." You murmured, as your heart beat faster and faster. You knew very well where the third mole was since it was your favourite. So you brought your face closer to his, so that your noses brushed against each other, before placing a tender kiss on his lips.

Taehyung's lips were never dry, touching them was always pleasant. Kissing him was always pleasant.

"Good girl."

His voice was hoarse as he moistened his lips and bit the lower one. You were so fragile, so exposed before him. All this delicacy, he wanted to destroy it. And Taehyung felt like a lunatic because a rarity like you was only to be protected.

But you provoked mixed feelings in him. Your bare breasts, your smooth skin, your eyes full of innocence and love for him.

Taehyung wanted to break you.

"You look so pretty right now, dove."

He hummed, almost like he had never thought such nonsense until that moment. "You would be even prettier if you told me what happened to you."

Your smile disappeared, and the perfect world that had been created began to crumble. You sat up, hiding your exposed chest with your arms.

"Taehyung, I..."

You spoke quietly, afraid of the reaction the brunette would have had. He wouldn't have blamed you, because he knew how much your position as heir to the throne made you suffer, but knowing Taehyung, he would have stepped back to make it less difficult for you.

The thought of not being able to see him again killed you.

Before you could say anything else, a man you recognised as one of your father's guards burst into the room. Your first reaction was to move away from Taehyung as quickly as possible, but the man seemed upset for a reason worse than that: his breath was short and his face completely pale.

"Princess Y/N, we've been looking everywhere for you!" He spoke without ever taking his eyes off you. That's when Taehyung removed his jacket, placing it on your shoulders.

"What's going on? Is my father looking for me?"

"Princess, I- I'm sorry…" He stammered in a slurred voice. "His Majesty, your Father, he…"

You were silent, waiting for him to finish the sentence as the man beside you loosened his grip on your shoulders.

"He… Has been assassinated, Your Highness."

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Heart full of love

Chapter 1

After losing a beloved person to a war of greed and money.

She never thought a business trip to a small village would lead her to her fate.

She never thought the heart that was once empty will be filled with so much love and adoration for these seven men who she would do anything for.

For first time after the incident her heart was full of love.

They were her family and she will burn anyone who dares to harm them.

Pairing: Hybrid!BTS X Hybrid!reader

Genre: poly, hybrid, mates

Warning: mistreatment.

Masterlist

The loud sound of a metal pipe hitting the iron door made me wake up with a jolt. With my ears pressed to my head, and dilated eyes I look at the door of my room in fright.

I came back to my senses after hearing Marine yelling for us to wake up. It was already seven in the morning, but there was no sunlight coming from the cracked windows. The sky was still covered in thick clouds.

I got up from the cold floor rubbing my eyes to start my daily schedule.

Luckily there was no water on the floor near me through the dripping roof. I would have had to work with damp clothes if my clothes got wet.

The walls however were soaked in water and the mold had gotten worse. There was a strange smell all over the room.

I decided to ignore it as I was already used to it and went out to wash up before I had to get to work. There were around 20 hybrids in the faculty the work was divided between them. I and 6 other hybrids were in charge of cleaning the building.

Walking towards the bathrooms there was a queue of hybrids, I spotted Nate in the line and went toward her.

Nate was a rabbit hybrid who was in charge of cleaning the building with me. Nate came into the faculty a year before me but she was the same age as me.

She was the closest thing to a friend I ever had.

When I came, Nate was the person that was assigned to me to tell me about my work in the faculty. Unlike others, she didn't look at me as if I was her enemy.

Standing behind her, I smiled at her as she faced me. She had a sad pout on her face almost as if she was about to cry.

"What happened Nate?" I asked holding her cold hand in mine.

"The building is a mess because of the rain and thunderstorm, it is going to take us so much time to clean today."

I finally noticed the floors which had a few small tree branches, leaf and mud lying on it. If this was the condition of the bathroom I couldn't imagine what the hallways and canteen look like as they were fully opened.

The fact that the building was near a forest didn't help us at all.

"If we can't clean the building before lunchtime we won't be able to eat," Nate says as she moves forward in line.

"I know, but we can't do anything other than hope that we finish cleaning on time. There are still 6 hours before lunch.", I tell her as we move forward since it was now our turn to use the bathrooms.

There were 4 bathroom in total 2 were used by the girls and the other two by the boys.

After cleaning up and wearing our clothes again we went to the storage room where the cleaning supplies were kept. The other 5 hybrids already picked up their cleaning supplies and went to work.

Nate and I were in charge of the 2nd floor along with James an otter hybrid.

He never talked to us choosing to ignore us and doing his part of the cleaning silently. I didn't know how old he was but seeing his height I could tell he was at least a few years older than us.

Without wasting any further time we quickly picked up our supplies and went to the second floor with the help of stairs.

James was already there picking up the broken branches and shards of a broken glass window.

We spent the whole morning cleaning the 2nd floor. James had already left as soon as the cleaning was done. There was no call for lunch, so we knew we still had some time before we had to go.

I went toward the open window and looked at the small garden, there were some wild plants and weeds with overgrown grass. A small gust of wind blew making my hair blow back, as I closed my eyes to feel the cool air. The scent of wet soil was calming my mind.

I looked back as I felt someone tap my back.

"Y/n it's time for lunch, let's go." Nate said with a tired smile feeling hungry after all the cleaning.

I just nod and followed her, there was a strange ache in my chest and my head felt a bit heavy.

We went to the canteen to have our fill and sat at our usual table. The food was bland the bread was stale, but it was good enough to eat. We also didn't care enough about it as long as we were getting something to fill our stomachs and keep us alive.

Nate and I spent some of our time talking about the adventure we had done when we were roaming the streets, and playing some games I once saw the children in the playground playing.

The rest of the afternoon was uneventful I went back to my room as the headache was getting worse and worse. Laying down on the room floor I closed my eyes from exhaustion.

I woke up with a sour throat and pounding in my head. I had no idea what time it was but looking at the dark room and silent hallway it must be nighttime.

My throat was hurting badly I wanted water. I got up from the floor and went to get water from the water jug that was placed at the front desk.

The sound of strong wind was the only thing to be heard in the building.

"It looks like it's going to rain again," I said moving forward in the pitch-black hallway. If it was not for my hybrid eyes I would have tripped on something.

As I reached the front desk I picked up the jug of water and drank some before putting it down.

The sleep had already left me so I decided to go to the garden to take my mind off my throbbing head. I went to a silent corner in the garden and sat on the damp grass which hasn't dried fully yet.

Looking at the sky covered in dark clouds I thought of nothing and decided to close my eyes and fall back on the ground below me trying to relax.

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Taglist

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#hybrid au #hybrid bts #hybrid reader #reader x bts #bts x bts #yoongi x reader #bts ot7 #bts ff #jimin x reader #jin x reader #jungkook x reader #namjoon x reader #taehyung x reader #hobi x reader #mates #ot7 x reader #ot7 x yn #bangtan ot7

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— masterlist —

welcome to my masterlist! below you will find my series collection as well as my one shot collection. enjoy your stay luvs! <3 xx

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Series:

m=mature

✏️= ongoing

Teacher’s Pet | JJK (M) ✏️

professor/dilf!jungkook x student!reader or jungkook x reader

forbidden relationship!au, sneaky links to lovers au, age gap

Hooking up every so often with your English Literature professor, what's the worst that can happen? Falling in love, perhaps. Embarking on a sexual-turned-serious relationship with your professor Jeon Jungkook a month before graduation, you are as happy as can be. You, Jungkook, and his 4-year-old daughter, Dahlia. Except there's just one teeny-tiny little detail Jungkook failed to mention... that detail being his ex-wife isn't so much of an ex after all.

Teacher’s Pet M.list

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Pretty Like You | PJM (M) ✏️

feminine!jimin x female!reader or jimin x reader

enemies to lovers, feminine!jimin, self hatred au, slight identity crisis, self love journey, smut, sub!jimin, angst, fluff, heartfelt

where jimin is jealous of the beauty that is you, writes about it, and falls apart when you accidentally read it. struggling with the harsh barriers of gender rules, jimin struggles through his freshman year of college as he’s having trouble finding himself. what doesn’t help is that you’re there, in almost all of his classes, completely stunning him. channeling his frustration into his first ever thought journal, he’s almost at peace. that’s until you read it, unbeknownst to him, and everything falls apart. jimin adores you. jimin admires you. but most of all, jimin hates you.

Pretty Like You M.list

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Cigarettes After Sex | MYG (M) *UPCOMING*

yandere!yoongi x shy!reader or yoongi x reader

yandere, dark thriller, high school au, classmates to lovers, fast burn, introvert!yoongi, broken!yoongi, shy/introvert!oc, smut, eventual fluff, heavy angst

A limited series in which a new friendship turns into something uncanny and killer. Min Yoongi, he keeps to himself and struggles with accepting or even finding love. Emancipated at a young age and held back twice due to too many absences, he’s now 19 and in his senior year of high school, living off of the money he gets from making and selling beats online. You, 18, are also in your senior year. And just like Yoongi, you have trouble finding love due to a lack of feeling loved. It’s been a week since you switched bio classes, and your new classmate has caught your eye. However, just like him, you talk to no one. Can the shy girl get the shy boy? And if so, will she be able to endure getting much more than anticipated…

Cigarettes After Sex M.list

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More series are yet to come. . .

One Shots:

☆= smut ♡= fluff ☾= drabble

Each of the works down below are below 10k words !!

a/n: each of the works on the lists are listed from newest to oldest!! (however the order of the members is completely random)

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—YOONGI.

All Night | KNJ ft. MYG ☆

In which listening to music during a smoke sesh with your best friends Namjoon and Yoongi in the studio turns into much more.

Midnight Musician | MYG ☆♡

Waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of your boyfriend playing piano, you follow the noise and end up getting more from him than just a sideshow.

Sunday's Sunset | MYG ☆♡

You and your boyfriend Yoongi spend a lazy late Sunday afternoon in bed, attempting to make soft and intimate love that inevitably turns rougher.

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—NAMJOON.

All Night | KNJ ft. MYG ☆

In which listening to music during a smoke sesh with your best friends Namjoon and Yoongi in the studio turns into much more.

Friendship & Erotica ☆

Your best friend Namjoon gets turned on while reading an erotica in your shared hotel room and decides to accompany you in the bathroom as you prepare for a bath.

Dainty Distractions ☆

While your boyfriend Namjoon takes a business call in the kitchen, you decide to walk out in lingerie and touch yourself in front of him.

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—JUNGKOOK.

in my eyes | JJK ♡

Jungkook is tired of the way you look at yourself and decides to draw out exactly how he sees you in his eyes, in the end making you second guess your self-image entirely and fall in love with him all over again.

accidental | JJK ☾☆

In which your boyfriend Jungkook accidentally turns you on right before bed.

All Mine | JJK ☆ *COMING SOON*

Showing up to the annual company banquet in a risque outfit, Jungkook can't stand the amount of eyes on you. Eager to channel his frustration, he takes you to his office.

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—JIMIN.

sleepless | PJM ☾☆

Hundreds of miles away and unable to sleep, Jimin calls you from his hotel room to help with his loneliness and neediness.

Remind Me | PJM ☆♡

After a dinner where Jimin’s cousin was a little too infatuated with you, you assure Jimin that your heart is set on him and only him and he proves his love back to you in bed.

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—TAEHYUNG.

(on hold)

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—JIN.

(on hold)

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💔i hate that i want you: jungkook x reader | losing him | warnings: heart break

i’m always tired but never of you…

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losing him was probably the hardest thing you’ve ever had to deal with.

it’s been months but the smell of his cologne still filled the air of the apartment you both once shared.

the shirt he left behind still barely smelled like his skin, you refusing to wash it being scared it’ll lose its scent.

you missed him. more than you wanted to admit or even speak out loud.

you hated the fact of you missing him. you hate that you find yourself not being able to sleep because you aren’t wrapped in his arms.

you hate that you still reach for his coffee cup every single damned morning ready to pure it full of his favorite but only to be disappointed of not feeling the glass with your fingertips in the cabinet.

you hate catching yourself staring off into space at the chair he once sat at while twirling your fork around on the plate of food not being able to eat.

you hate him. hate with a capital H A T E. but yet you still miss every part of him.

even the annoying parts, like how every morning he’d roll over and tickle you until you woke up, how he’d tease you over how much of a nerd you were for astronomy, how he’d leave his dirty dishes around the apartment in random places, how poorly he’d fold the towels fresh out of the dryer. the list goes on.

driving alone was one of the hardest parts to deal with. you missed him in your front seat always messing with the radio or using the aux to play his own music. missed how he’d rest his hand on your thigh and gently rub his thumb against your skin and sing along to every song that blasted through the speakers.

but now it’s you and an empty front seat.

you missed riding with him in his car, he’d always let you Bluetooth your phone to the radio(his car obviously being a better model than yours, because yuck using an aux s u c k s) and playing all your favorite songs. he’d laugh at you singing off key and still say you had a beautiful singing voice. you missed holding his hand while he drove and how every once in a while he’d lift your hands and connect his lips to the top of your hand, his eyes not leaving the road.

but now your spot in his front seat is empty, or so you hoped.

your best friend has tried to talk you into leaving the apartment and moving back home with your parents, but you always refused.

“come on y/n!” your best friend groaned slapping her hands to her thighs, “you can’t go on like this! i’m sure your parents would love to take you back in! you can even stay with me if it’s a must!”

you’d just continue to shake your head in refusal, “I can’t just leave…”

you’ve tried looking for other apartments, but the thought of you even leaving this one killed you. you wanted to leave, but knew you couldn’t.

sometimes you sit around and wonder if he ever misses you as much as you miss him.

if he misses waking up to you, misses coming home to you every night after long days of working. misses the endless nights of crying together over bad days. misses holding you tightly against him. miss the silly jokes and chasing you around the apartment. the nights of endless lust and your voice calling out his name while pressing him closer to your bare body. the warm morning showers and washing each others hair and purposely washing each other’s hair wrong to irritate the other. the nights of binge-watching all the harry potter movies and Marvel films.

god knows how much you hate yourself for missing all those moments and hoping that he missed them too.

it’s been so long since you’ve last heard his voice, but you can remember it as clear as day.

you remember the sadness in his voice, the tears that filled his eyes, the trembling of his hands as he held yours for the last time.

you remember hearing the last words he spoke to you and remember feeling your heart break into pieces.

“it just…won’t work y/n,” he released his hands from yours, breaking eye contact and staring off at the fully packed boxes filled with his things, “it hurts me, trust me..but this is for the best.”

you clenched your shirt remembering the painful memory. “I hate him I hate him I hate him.”

you used to take late night walks with him when you both couldn’t sleep, it’s how you two met actually.

the college dorms were too noisy one friday night, keeping you from sleep and sleep from you.

pissed and irritated you changed into your leggings and throwing your favorite hoodie on and stepping into your white converse then quickly bouncing out of your dorm room.

the hallway was filled with drunk kids who were barely legal adults to even be drinking.

you scoffed at their loudness, how could people be this loud?

you found yourself walking in the courtyard, seeing another figure in the distance walking in your direction.

his face was hidden with the hood of his jacket pulled over his head and him keeping his eyes locked with the ground.

you were hoping he’d just keep walking and not even notice you, but the moment you hoped for that, he glances up seeing you.

“can’t sleep either huh?” his tired voice spoke.

you noticed he stopped in front of you, forcing yourself to stop in your tracks.

you scanned him, scanned his dark chocolate eyes, dark fluffy hair. tight skinny jeans and black timberlands.

he gave you and soft smile, having you picture him as a soft bunny.

not letting your guard down, you just slowly nod at him, “yeah, the dorms are filled with drunken idiots who don’t know what peace and quiet is.”

he chuckled, nodding in response, “I feel that.”

you nodded again pressing your lips into a thin line, ready to walk around him and continue your middle of the night walk.

“you know it’s not safe to walk around by yourself this late at night.” he said, knowing as if you were about to ditch his ass in the middle of the courtyard.

you raised a brow, “you saying since i’m a female I can’t take care of myself?”

he quickly shook his head, “no no!” he raised his hands up in defense, “I didn’t mean it that way, you look as if you could totally kick my ass.”

“then what exactly do you mean?” you crossed your arms shifting your weight to your left side.

“I mean that walking around alone isn’t safe because if a group of people, or drunken idiots, decided to gang up on you, you couldn’t take them all on your own.”

“then why are you walking around alone then?” you snapped.

he smiled softly again glancing down at the ground, “I was hoping to find someone else. someone to take walks with, I guess.”

his words hit your heart, probably harder than they should have.

“well…maybe we can walk together then.” you said softly, playing with your fingers out of nervous habit.

“i’d actually really love that.” he said in response.

and since then he’d call you in the middle of the night asking for late night walks.

the two of you connected quicker than expected. you knew for a fact you were the one that got attached first.

you found yourself purposely acting cold to see if he’d wrap his arms around you or even offer you his hoodie.

you found yourself missing him before you even realized you were missing him.

but soon enough, you started to realize the attachment he had to you also.

you’d never forget the way he asked you to date him.

or the way his lips felt the first time he kissed you.

you’d never thought the day would come where you’d no longer have the feeling of him on your lips.

tonight was the first time taking a late night walk in months.

you always thought taking a walk without him was wrong, but tonight was the exception.

pulling your phone from your pocket, you dialed his number, your thumb hovering over the send call button.

you wanted to call him, to talk to him. have him come along on this walk and see how much he missed this.

but you quickly locked your phone and shoved it back in your pocket.

ten minutes have passed as you walked past the coffee shop the two of you used to go to when you both were too lazy to make coffee that morning. seeing the chair and table you two always sat at.

you instantly pulled your phone back out and redials his number, pressing call and holding the phone to your ear, listening to the ringing.

“sorry to miss your call! leave a message and i’ll ring ya back!”

you ended the call after hearing his voice mail. your heart broke at hearing his voice, but you always found yourself smiling knowing that his voicemail was still the same.

the two of you sat around for hours helping each other with voicemails.

you sighed, thinking he’s probably sound asleep.

or so you thought until you heard his laugh.

you froze in place, glancing across the street to see his well-known figure. his hood over his head, his typical timberlands, and skinny jeans with a white tee shirt.

his laugh was followed by the voice of his friends and then softly pushing on each other.

it broke your heart to see them all together. you missed his friends as well, they were at one point your best friends also.

you couldn’t move from your frozen place, eyes locked onto him, half wanting him to notice you and the other half not wanting him to see you at all.

he looks at the ground, then up and over in your direction, his smile slowly fading at seeing you.

his eyes that were just smiling were now filled with pain.

he stopped walking, turning and facing you.

he took deep breaths, seeing you after months was killing him. his heartaches and all he wanted to do was rush across the street and wrap you in his arms.

but he knew he couldn’t.

“why wouldn’t it work Jungkook?!” you softly spoke with a shaky voice, it was clear as day that your heart was broken just as much as his.

“because i’m holding you back from a future you need. I can’t give you the things you’d want. i’m just some music major and there’s no for sure when it comes to this. you’re going to be an amazing doctor someday and I can’t hold you back.” jungkook responded.

he believed leaving you was for the best of your future, but he didn’t realize how much he’d mess up your future.

he kept staring at you, and you finally decided to unfreeze yourself and rush to him, that was until his attention was taken back by his friends. he jogged to catch up to them, leaving you alone.

never would he ever leave you stranded alone this late at night.

but there was a first time for everything.

“I hate you, Jungkook. I hate that I love you. I hate you I hate you I hate you,” you whispered watching him continue to walk down the street, “I hate that I want you still.”

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Oh, baby!

Reader x Yoongi | Part 51//??

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

Warnings ➪ any typos are mine; angst lol; any crosses out names i wasn’t able to tag;

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Once a Killer | 14 (epilogue)

prologue • part one • part two • part three • part four • part five • part six • part seven • part eight • part nine • part ten • part eleven • part twelve • part thirteen • part fourteen

When you left your hometown, you left behind everything you knew and you never looked back. Now, years later, you’re living life on your own terms. But when your past comes back to haunt you, you find yourself at a crossroads once more. There’s just one thing you know for sure – you will not run away anymore. No matter how hard it gets.

≽ pairing: taehyung x reader ≽ genre: mafia/cop au, fluff, hints of (past) angst ≽ warnings: mentions of a (healed) bullet wound & a past fire ≽ word count: 3.7k

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“Yes, thank you, Junwoo. I’m standing in front of the courthouse, where the leader of the notorious ‘Devil’s Scouts’ has just been found guilty on several counts including drug trafficking, racketeering, and homicide, and will now have to await his sentencing hearing scheduled next week. I have police sergeant Kim Namjoon here next to me to elaborate on what could be awaiting Park next Friday – sergeant Kim, how big is the chance he’ll get any less than life without parole?”

“Of course, we’re hoping –”

Taehyung pointedly switches off the radio, glancing at you from the driver’s seat before looking back at the road. “He’ll be off the streets for the rest of his life,” he decides, nodding to emphasise his words.

You let out a sigh, straightening out your simple grey dress. Your eyes are drooping as you look out the window, and you’re slumping in your seat. Despite over a year of recovery and physical therapy, you can still feel a dull ache in your right shoulder, which doesn’t exactly help in lifting your spirits. “I know.”

You heave a sigh, watching as the courthouse grows smaller and smaller in the side mirror. When Taehyung turns a corner, it finally disappears from sight, and you bite on your tongue as your eyes flutter closed and you lean back. Your heart still feels as heavy as it did when you entered the courtroom this morning.

Taehyung takes a breath, seeming to want to speak up, but then lets the breath back out. You know him well enough to know what he was going to say, though – the same thing he’d been repeating up until this morning, the start of the last day of Jimin’s trial. Are you sure we should’ve come?

You still don’t know the exact answer to that question.

“It’s just weird,” you say, shaking your head in a halfhearted attempt to rid yourself of any doubts. Closure. You’re getting closure out of this– trying to, at least. You turn to look at him, sending him a smile for good measure. “It feels so final when I know there’ll be appeals and hearings and more appeals, and…”

He puts a hand on yours, intertwining your fingers as he keeps his eyes fixed on the road. “We’ll worry about that when the time comes,” he says, glancing at you. “Hell, I’m no lawyer, but even I could tell their defence was absolute bullshit. You never know, maybe they’re scared he’ll get a worse sentence if they do appeal.”

You breathe out a laugh, staring down at your hands. “I guess so.”

“No– no guessing. I know it,” he returns, sending you a gentle smile. You return the sentiment and he nods, satisfied for now. “Now, let’s just get to the shelter and eat before I start on that sauce packet that’s been in the glove department for, like, a year.”

With a laugh, you glance out the windshield, watching the colourful collection of townhouses, restaurants, apartment buildings, and storefronts you pass. The streets are bustling with people; some are dressed up for dinner, some are walking their dogs in sweatpants and hoodies, and others are still in their work uniforms. “Should I text the others to go ahead and order more?” you ask, letting go of his hand to lean down and dig around for your phone in the purse at your feet.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure Hoseok and Minji got just about every item on the menu.”

A chuckle escapes your lips and you nod, though you keep your phone in your hand, playing with it for a while as silence takes over the car. In the corner of your eye, you spot the shelter up ahead. It has been rebuilt completely, bigger and better than before; the building stands proudly in the exact place of its predecessor, stark against the sky now coloured in pinks and purples. The mere sight makes you smile, your chest filling with joy for a fleeting moment– before it dissipates again with a mere sigh, and you focus on your phone.

You aimlessly swipe around while Taehyung focuses on driving; you open different apps before closing them again after only a second, the soft hum of the engine filling your ears. You don’t bother to check your notifications – you don’t think you can muster up the energy to reply to anyone right now.

“Jungkook said you tried to call Yoongi again.”

You let out a sharp sigh and your eyes flutter closed for a moment. Your chest aches. “Yeah,” you reply softly, your finger idly swiping across the screen. You clear your throat. “He still isn’t accepting my calls, though, so I guess it’s fine.”

Taehyung falls silent for a moment. He takes a breath, lets it out, glances at you before looking back at the road. “Look, I really do admire the fact that you keep trying to reach out, but…”

“I know.” You lift your eyes to look at him, and you take his hand to give it a soft squeeze. “But it’s Yoongi. I can’t stop trying, especially when his trial hasn’t even started and there’s still a chance that…” you trail off, shaking your head and scoffing at yourself. “Well, you know.”

He bites on his bottom lip, nodding slowly as he pulls into the shelter’s parking lot, smoothly turning into an empty spot. You can tell he has a lot to say; you know he does. You’ve talked about it too many times to count at this point – with him, with Jungkook, with Seokjin, with Namjoon… They’ve told you again and again that it’s been years, that a lot has happened– that you are not the same, and neither is he. And they’re right.

Which is probably why he skips that part. “It’ll never be over if you never stop, you know.”

His hand slips out of yours. You follow it with your eyes as he takes hold of the keys and switches off the engine, the car falling completely silent once its hum fades.

“It doesn’t have to be over,” you answer finally. Taehyung frowns but remains silent, subtly tilting his head. “I can just roll with whatever happens and hope it doesn’t bite me in the ass at some point.”

An amused smile pulls at Taehyung’s lips and he nods slowly, undoing his seatbelt. “And even if it does, you can just bite right back.”

You grin when he holds up his hand for a high five. “Exactly,” you say as you slap his hand. With a start, you wince and pull back, hissing. Your other hand shoots up to where the bullet went clean through your shoulder. Taehyung’s face falls immediately, eyes widening, and he leans forward – but you just grin and laugh, your hand dropping back into your lap. “Psych!”

“You’re the worst,” he says, though it’s through a laugh. He slips out of the car before you can reply and you simply chuckle, undoing your own seatbelt and following him outside. You meet him on the way to the entrance, slipping your hand into his. “You’re lucky you’re so beautiful,” he adds in a murmur, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

You smile at his comment, softly elbowing his side as you walk up to the shelter’s entrance. The lights at the front of the building are off and a ‘closed’ sign hangs against the glass doors. A kitten peeks through the O, and a puppy through the letter D. “And I’m lucky you’re so adorable,” you add, making him laugh as he fishes the keys out of his pocket.

“Even more adorable than Yeontan?” he asks in jest, unlocking the door and swinging it open. You step into the small vestibule, and he locks the main door before opening the door to the large, expansive lobby, locking that as soon as you’ve slipped inside.

The reception desk rests against the far wall across from the entrance. White wooden benches line the walls, bright pillows loosely arranged on the surface to provide some comfort. A round table sits in the middle, a vase with colourful dried flowers adorning its centre. The floor-to-ceiling windows let in enough natural light that the room looks bright even though the sun has started to set. “Are you sure that’s even possible?”

You snort, playfully flicking his arm as you make your way to the back of the shelter. The long hallway is lined with unassuming grey doors, all closed. Pawprint stickers of different animals in a rainbow of colours decorate their surface, as well as the walls. Most of the rooms are already full even though the shelter only officially reopens tomorrow; it would’ve been wrong to wait until the building was entirely finished, the team had decided unanimously. “More adorable in a human way,” you say with a smile, at which he grins.

“I knew it,” he says through a playful huff as you walk to the break room, exuberant chatter streaming out from the crack between the door and its frame. A sliver of warm light casts across the grey floor, beckoning you inside. “You like Yeontan better than me.”

You draw in a loud gasp when the words leave his mouth, and you come to an abrupt stop in the middle of the hallway. “I do not!” you insist, crossing your arms over your chest.

Taehyung pouts at you, though you can see the corners of his lips twitching with amusement. “Then prove it.”

You smile, taking a step closer and wrapping your arms around him. “I like you the very, very best, Tae,” you say lowly, briefly pressing your lips to his.

His pout quickly fades into a grin. “That’s very, very good to know,” he says in a soft imitation of your response. He leans back in for another kiss, his hands on your lower back to keep you pressed up to him. His embrace is warm and you gladly melt into him, letting out a slow, content breath as his fingers ghost across your cheek, your neck, swiping your hair off your shoulder. Goosebumps rise on your skin at his touch.

“Woof!”

With a giggle, you pull back and look down at the small ball of fluff now yapping at your feet, jumping at your ankles. “Hey, speak of the devil!” you remark happily, crouching down to run your hand through Yeontan’s soft fur.

“Guys, food’s getting cold!” a voice rings from further down the corridor, and you look up to see Hoseok peeking his head out of the break room. He sends you a smile. “We went ahead and ordered pretty much everything.”

You don’t miss the ha, knew it! look Taehyung gives you, and you hold back an amused laugh as you keep petting Yeontan.

“Good thinking, because I’m starving,” Taehyung tells Hoseok with an excited grin, walking ahead to the break room. You pick up Yeontan and rock him in your arms before following your boyfriend inside.

The break room is much smaller than most other rooms in the building, but big enough to house the shelter’s growing team of employees. The kitchen counter stretches along the left wall, a row of windows covering the wall across from the door. A large, wooden table occupies the middle of the room, surrounded by a collection of thrifted and thus mismatched chairs. A white desk is pushed against the right wall, holding two enormous monitors with live footage of the rooms housing all the animals. The large staff bulletin board hangs on the wall right next to the desk, already filled with announcements, schedules, pictures, and colourful post-its.

Hoseok and Minji have already been joined by Jungkook, and their feet scurry across the greyish-blue linoleum floor as they deck the table. A large blue banner hangs on the wall above the bulletin board, reading It’s a boy! conviction!, and you can’t help but laugh. You take a moment to stare at it and an elated feeling washes over you, your smile softening. Yeontan pants up at you with wide, confused eyes.

“Hey, Y/N!” Jungkook greets you, abandoning a stack of plates on the counter to briefly hug you in greeting. “Long time no see,” he jokes. You put Yeontan back on the ground, and he immediately runs off to yap at Taehyung’s shins.

“I’m surprised you got here before us,” you return, walking up to the counter and grabbing a few glasses from the cabinets.

Jungkook grins and shrugs, picking the plates back up. “I just know a couple shortcuts,” he shoots back, plopping the dishes on the table much more hurriedly than he needs to. You place the glasses beside them.

“Yeah, a little route called breaking the speed limit,” Minji butts in with a snort, unpacking the boxes of Chinese food and arranging them in the middle of the table. “Congratulations, by the way,” she adds, walking up to you to give you a tight hug.

You smile, hugging her back. “You, too, with the grand reopening and everything,” you reply as you break apart. “Busy days ahead, I’m sure.”

She grins brightly. “Damn right,” she says, turning back to the table. “So this better not be a late night, because we have lots of pets to take care of in the morning.”

You laugh and nod firmly. “I’ll get Taehyung home before twelve, ma’am,” you tell her, and she chuckles – though her laughter quickly fades when her phone chimes on the counter and her head snaps into the direction of the sound. She drops pretty much everything in her hands to check the message.

A bright smile washes over her face when she looks at the screen, and you raise an eyebrow at her as she quickly stuffs her phone into her back pocket. She clears her throat and straightens up, wiping the giddy smile off her face. “Namjoon and Seokjin are here, I’m just gonna go get them,” she announces to the room, dashing out without waiting for a response – and you swear she’s hiding a bright red blush behind her hair. Even Yeontan stills, his ears perking up as he looks in the direction of the door before he happily bounces onward.

Hoseok joins you to take over Minji’s job of unpacking the food. Jungkook and Taehyung are wrapped up in a conversation about speed limits and stoplights, and you smile in amusement as you turn to Hoseok. “So, how does it feel, having the building back?”

A soft smile pulls at his lips, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “It helps, y’know, to… move on, I guess,” he says, nodding slowly. He focuses on straightening out some of the plates and glasses to make more room for the food. “Finally getting back into things,” he adds. There’s still a glint of sadness in his eyes, and your smile fades into an expression of sympathy. You haven’t talked about the fire with him all that much – he seems to do his very best to avoid the topic if he can, and you certainly don’t blame him. Seeing the sadness in his eyes just drives that point home.

“I’m sorry, Hoseok,” you say, leaning your hip against the sturdy table. Hoseok lets out a slightly shaky breath, his movements slowing. “I should’ve– it should have never happened. I’m sorry.”

He looks up at you, his smile faded now. “Not your fault,” he insists, his voice soft. “It happened, there’s nothing to do about it now.” He takes in a deep breath and lets it back out, nodding firmly. “All we can all do is try to move on, right? Deal with it until it can’t hurt us as much.”

You can’t help but smile. “Wise words.”

His grin reaches his eyes this time. “What can I say– I’m an old soul.”

Breathing out a laugh, you turn back to the food, opening your mouth to respond –

The door to the shelter slams closed, and three cheerful familiar voices echo off the walls. A hush falls over the room, and you exchange looks.

“I’ll bet it’s happening soon,” Jungkook says lowly, a mischievous grin pulling at his lips. He glances at the doorway, and the room falls silent once more – everyone focuses on the voices of Minji, Namjoon, and Seokjin as she leads the other two to the break room. Minji giggles and your brows shoot up, your eyes widening in excitement. “Maybe tonight.”

You snort. “I’d be surprised if it hasn’t happened already,” you return. “Really, it’s –”

The rest of your sentence dies out when you hear Seokjin’s laughter approaching, and you clear your throat and plaster on a casual smile to greet both him and Namjoon when they enter.

Only Namjoon hears your ‘hello’ and replies with a kind smile; Seokjin is already busy talking with Minji and making her giggle yet again. Jungkook, Hoseok, and Taehyung freeze, staring at the two as they walk over to the counter and pour themselves two glasses of water.

Though he’s still wearing his sombre black suit, Seokjin looks much happier than when you’d sat beside him on the hard courtroom benches less than an hour ago. The tight, solemn look on his face has faded, replaced with a bright smile as he looks at Minji.

“Love the banner,” Namjoon remarks as he walks up to join you, though no one turns to look at him or the banner – all eyes and ears are fixed on your two friends as they happily chat with each other. You don’t think you’ve seen Seokjin smile this much since... well, since he talked to Minji last week.

But that’s exactly the point.

“He asked if she was gonna be here today,” Namjoon adds in a conspiratorial tone, at which all heads snap over to him in unison. He laughs, crossing his arms. “There we go! Hi, guys!”

“Wait, so you only said that to get our attention?!” Hoseok hisses, his eyes flickering to Minji and Seokjin, who are still standing at the counter and talking – completely oblivious to your conversation. “It wasn’t actually true?”

Namjoon shrugs. “Does it matter?” he returns, though the corners of his lips are trembling with the beginnings of a smile.

“Of course it does!” Taehyung replies in a whisper. Yeontan barks up at Namjoon’s ankles to underline his words and Namjoon fights to hold back his laughter. “It means I can still win.”

You snort. “I’m sorry to say this, babe, but not a chance,” you shoot back, grinning when you hear Seokjin and Minji’s laughter echo through the room. “Minji’s still gonna be the one to make the first move. Right, Hobi?”

Hoseok grins. “Guaranteed.”

“Bullshit!” Jungkook protests, frantically shaking his head. “I might not know much, but I’m goddamn sure that –”

“What are you guys talking about?”

The group falls silent and freezes for a moment, then slowly turns to the pair that just joined you. Seokjin and Minji still seem oblivious; they just stand there, waiting for an answer you most certainly don’t want to give.

“We uh…”

“Beer!” you exclaim, plastering on a casual smile and turning to your friends. “I was just asking what beer the guys got.”

“Yes, beer. Let’s get some beer,” Jungkook confirms with an emphatic nod, following you over to the corner of the break room and leaving behind a slightly confused Minji and Seokjin. “I’m still right,” he insists lowly as you bend down to grab some bottles from the crate.

“No, she kinda took the initiative, actually,” Seokjin butts in, swiping two bottles out of your hand. He opens both and hands one over to Minji.

She just smiles bashfully and leans down to pet Yeontan, unable to hide her red cheeks. You cheer at the confirmation of your victory, throwing your hands up in the air and jumping into a hug with Hoseok. Taehyung sulks and sinks into a lime green plastic chair, and Jungkook sips from his beer with a scowl, leaning against the windows.

Namjoon simply leans back in a baby pink rolling chair, his arms crossed, an amused smile teased over his lips. “I can’t say I’m not surprised,” he says with a laugh.

You break away from Hoseok, walking up to Taehyung’s chair to sling an arm around his shoulders. “Hey, it’s alright, lose– I mean, babe,” you tease, ruffling his hair. He scowls in response – there’s a glint of amusement in his eyes as he looks up at you, though, and his disappointed expression is a little too theatrical to be real. You grin. “Already accepting your fate, I see?”

“I’m not!” Taehyung protests, pointedly grabbing your hand and taking it off his shoulder. He pulls you into his lap and you yelp, thrown off your balance, bumping into the arm he holds against your back to keep you from falling to the floor. “Just you wait and see,” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist while you sit up and put yours around his neck. “Next bet’s gonna be mine for the winning.”

“No can do. Next one’s on you two,” Hoseok retorts with a shake of his head – when he realises what he’s actually said, though, his eyes widen and he looks up from his beer, just in time for Seokjin to hit him in the back of his head. “No, wait, I –”

Seokjin’s glare is enough to shut him up, and he quickly takes a sip of beer.

Taehyung leans over to Jungkook, who’s pulled back a simple wooden chair and plopped down on the deep-blue polka-dotted pillow. “Can I get in on that one?” he whispers.

Jungkook shrugs apologetically, his eyes lighting up with laughter. “Sorry, man,” he says. “First rule of the bet– don’t talk about the bet.”

You snort and gently poke Taehyung’s ribs, leaning closer to stage whisper in his ear. “I say we have a bet on the bet.”

He chuckles, raising a brow. “What are we putting on the table?” he replies with a growing grin, his arms tightening around you. You snort and shake your head, playfully tickling the underside of his jaw. “Hey, I’m just saying, money isn’t the only thing we can bet with here.”

A gagging sound pulls you out of your conversation. “Oh, god, please don’t turn into that,” Jungkook remarks to Seokjin and Minji. “I can’t handle two of those.”

A laugh. “Too late.”

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a/n: ahhhh I hope you liked it!! It's been so long since I wrote the story and started uploading that I can't quite believe this is actually the last chapter🥺 Thanks so so much for reading and sticking with the series all the way through, it genuinely means a lot and I very much hope you enjoyed the ride💕 Let me know what you thought of this part or of the whole series, I'd love to hear from you!! Anyhoot, I hope you have a wonderful day/night, and that you have an amazing 2023!!💕💕

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[justanotherstarlightmonger]

Ice cream makes everything better- MYG

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Dad! Min Yoongi x Mom! Fem reader

Warnings: None

Word count: 1.3k words

Summary: OC suffers from migraines. Here's how Yoongi and another special someone deal with it.

A/n: I wrote this at 3 am, exactly 6 hours before a very important exam. But this came easy to me, like it was waiting to be written since ages. 🥺💜💜

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"Will omma be okay soon?" Little Sumi turned to Yoongi before jumping out of the car in front of her school. 

"Of course, love. Omma's just a little sick. But I'm sure she'll be okay once she rests a little" Yoongi reassured your wide eyed, concerned daughter.

"Will she come pick me up?" She asked.

"Not today. But appa will pick you up and then we'll go get ice cream" he promised. 

That promise lit up the little child's face as she nodded enthusiastically and got out, running to her friend who seemed to be waiting for her near the entrance, both of them linking hands and going inside. 

Yoongi smiled to himself. He'd never get over how much your daughter resembled you. But of course you always insisted that she had Yoongi's eyes and nose. Whatever the case, Yoongi loved her to bits and anything she did made his mind reel in wonder that this little girl was living evidence of how much he loved you. Pulling away from the school, Yoongi directed his mind back to business, getting some mangoes for his wife who was currently suffering a migraine and wanted something sweet and fresh to eat after the whole night of debilitating nausea. 

He tried to be as quick as possible, parking closest to the supermarket, rushing inside and grabbing the ripest, yellowest mangoes, checking out and speeding home. 

On days like these, when one thing or the other triggered your migraines, it was a given that Yoongi worked from home, if he felt like he could work at all. 

He looked at the mess he and Sumi had made as they had had breakfast, the dirty dishes still sitting on the table. He collected them and placed them in the sink, moving to your daughter's room where her pajamas were thrown on her unmade bed. He swiftly folded her pajamas and made her bed, placing her pillows in a neat pile and opening a window to let some fresh air in. Then he was peeling and slicing the mangoes, trying to be as quiet as possible.

When the juicy fruit was cut into cubes and ready, he added some toothpicks so he could feed you easily and eased open your bedroom door. 

The dark curtains that Yoongi had installed especially because of his wife's light sensitivity, were pulled all the way shut and there was no light in the room, despite it being bright and sunny outside. 

"Jagiya?" Yoongi whispered.

"Hmmm?" You hummed back, indicating you were awake. 

"Do you feel like eating something?" He asked, still hushed. 

He saw your silhouette sit up in bed, the raging bed head, still visible in the dim light. He came and sat down in front of you, placing the plate of fruit between you both. "I'm hungry, but my teeth feel tender, I don't understand." Yoongi could hear the pout in your voice. 

"It's okay love, these mangoes are really soft and juicy. They'll be easy to eat" he assured you. He saw you nod, scooting forward just an inch. 

Yoongi gladly lifted a piece of fruit skewered on a toothpick to your mouth.

"Did you take Sumi to school?" You asked before opening your mouth slightly to take the bite, relishing the sweetness spreading on your palate after the bitter aftertaste of all that dry heaving last night. 

"Yeah, she was concerned about you. Wanted to say good morning" Yoongi giggled. 

"Aww" you took another bite from his hand, "you should've let her come in."

Yoongi's heart hurt at how weak you sounded. He hated these episodes, he hated seeing you in so much pain, and he couldn't do much except wait for it to be over. 

"You had finally fallen asleep jagi, I told her and she immediately understood."

"She's my big girl" you smiled proudly, wincing slightly at how much your eyes hurt, despite the room being almost pitch dark. 

You and Yoongi sat in silence for a while, him carefully feeding you, and you focusing on chewing softly.

"All done" he announced as the last piece he'd cut up made it's way past your lips.

"Thank you Yoongi" you smiled sadly. "I don't know what I'd do without you"

" We're a team baby. You don't have to do anything without me." His hand found yours, your aching body always finding solace in his gentle touches. You grabbed back, tugging it closer to your face and kissing it fondly, aware of the slight flush that must have made it's way up his cheeks at that. He did have a way of getting flustered that was absolutely adorable. 

" Does your head still hurt? " He asked kindly.

" Yeah" you whispered.

" Do you want me to give you a massage? "

A massage from your husband sounded heavenly and you were nodding immediately. More than willingly, Yoongi climbed onto the bed, making his way behind you on his knees. When you felt him behind you, you leaned back against his soft belly, head resting on his strong chest as his skilled fingers came to rest on your temples moving in coordinated circles to ease the tension in your skull. 

A sigh of relief left you as he worked his magic, working quietly and surely, because he had done this many times before. 

Soon enough, you felt your head getting lighter, the deep throbbing behind your eyes going away. Tears of gratitude filled your eyes involuntarily. Yoongi had no idea how in love you were with him. Because of these simple things he did. How he always made you feel better in a matter of moments, in all that he did. He had your heart. One that always ached with love for him and your little daughter. You couldn't believe you were this lucky, yet here you were. 

"Oh Yoongs, you're magical" you hummed as he pulled away, fluffing up your pillow so you could lie down again. 

He tucked you in and gingerly kissed your forehead. "You're my magic" he whispered into your hairline. "Now rest, and don't worry about a single thing" 

You nodded, thanking all heavenly entities for him in your life as he left the room.

The next thing you heard was when you woke up again. The sweet singsong voice of your daughter on the other side of the door, "I'll call her softly to check if she's sleeping" she promised her father.

Then the door opened and a head peeked in. 

"Omma?" A tiny voice asked. 

"Yes sweetheart?" You answered.

"Oh you're awake!" 

"Shh Sumi too loud!" Yoongi's hushed scolding made you frown. 

"It's okay baby, come to me" you opened your arms as you sat up, feeling a bit better after your nap.

She ran to you, scrambling onto the bed as her father carried a tray with three bowls on it, leaving the door open a smidge to let some light in. 

"How was your day?" You asked Sumi as she settled into your arms.

"It was good. I got an A on my homework. Appa helped me yesterday." She announced proudly.

"Good job baby" you hugged your daughter to your chest eyes meeting your husband's with a fond shine. 

"How was your day omma?" The little voice asked from next to your heart. "Do you feel better? Are you okay now?"

You nodded. "I feel better now that you're here." 

"Oh. See appa? If you had let me come to her in the morning, omma would already be okay" Sumi scolded her father. 

You laughed softly. 

"What's this you brought me?" You asked, tilting your head to the bowls.

"We brought you ice cream!" She announced happily.

" Ice cream makes everything better" Yoongi nodded knowingly, repeating a dialogue you loved to say ever since he had begun dating you. It was now an impromptu rule in your house. Ice cream makes everything better. 

Sumi also nodded very seriously, before turning her attention back to you.

" Can I help you eat it? " She asked

"Huh?" The question threw you off.

"You always feed me when I'm sick, should I feed you now?" She explained, as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

"That's because you're my baby" you cooed. 

"You're my baby too," Sumi proudly announced, taking a bowl from her father's hands and lifting a half empty spoon to your smiling lips. 

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[uarmymoonlight]

𝑘𝑖𝑚 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑗𝑜𝑜𝑛

o n e - s h o t s

after the afterparty (nerd!namjoon x ex-mean girl!reader)

genre: one-shot, smut, little angsty and fluffy

summary: after a night of partying with your "friends", namjoon finds you alone in the kitchen and unspoken feelings and desires come rushing to the surface 

teaser

𝑘𝑖𝑚 𝑠𝑒𝑜𝑘𝑗𝑖𝑛

yet to come...

𝑚𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑖

yet to come...

𝑗𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝘩𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑜𝑘

yet to come...

𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑗𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛

yet to come...

𝑘𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑎𝑒𝘩𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑔

yet to come...

𝑗𝑒𝑜𝑛 𝑗𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑘

o n e - s h o t s

ice breaker (delinquent!jk x figure skater!reader)

genre: smut, pwp

summary: as a promising but still poor figure skater, you’re used to people staring at you on the public ice rink as you try to practice your jumps. however, when a particular set of eyes can’t seem to stop following you around, you decide to give the onlooker a real show.

coming soon...

s e r i e s

thus with a kiss (vampire hunter!jk X vampire!reader)

genre: fantasy!au, historical!au, angst, fluff

summary: as he slides his hands through your soft skin and stares into your gentle eyes, jungkook has to fight to remember the stories of brutal cold-blooded and dead-eyed killers his brothers raised him up with. stories of your kind.

teaser, part 1, part 2

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[taesap]

Saying goodbye, for the last time

Pairing; Jungkook x (Partner) Gender neutral reader!

Warning; Mentions of kn!fe, separation.

Genre; sad angst? 

-@taesap

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a/n: this is short and pretty sad, grab your tissues!! i tried to keep the protagonist’s gender neutral so it can be read by everyone <3

Your POV

I looked at his bloodshot eyes, his sallow skin, his parched lips which were once like a field of cherry blossoms, full and inviting. He has a lot to say, but all he can manage are three simple words. Three words that cut me through.

 "Y/n, I'm leaving" I felt every inch of me burn with agony, my stomach churned as the roses underneath my lungs writhed unadorned and a void of grief soon took their place. I felt stupefied, my hands trembled.

"Why, Jungkook?" I asked, dreading the response, he took a step closer to me, the back of his fingers brushed against my cheek, his flowery touch trailing flames across my skin. 

"Because," his voice wavered, he fought his tears.

 "I have to be there for my mother, I can't leave her in this painful state. '' I nodded my head and felt as though a dagger thrust into my stomach, once. 

"I'll always love you Y/n'' twice. 

“I’ll never forget you, I’m so sorry” thrice. 

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into an embrace. His eyes glistened as he glimpsed at me and planted his lips onto mine. He pulled away and chuckled.

 “What?” I asked in scepticism. “Tears are salty,” he stated. “You think you’re funny, don’t you Jungkook?” I retorted, glaring at him.

“I try” he smirked and softly grasped my hand in his and gazed into the distance. “I’ll miss this,” I remarked, breaking the silence. “I’ll miss this too,” he said, battling his tears, the sight causing my heart to clench. 

“I have to go now” his voice wavered. He let go of my hand, desolation soon taking his place. 

I wanted to shout, beg him to stay but I couldn’t. I couldn’t because I knew how much his mother meant to him. I couldn’t because I knew he wouldn’t live with himself leaving her. I couldn’t because I loved him. His figure slowly faded into the distance and I was left staring at the silhouette of our broken memories. 

I was the ocean and he was the sky. We appeared imminent yet our distance was immaculate. Maybe we do meet, sometime in infinity.  

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[peachywritess]

Unmei | OT7

bangtan (OT7) x fem!reader

02 - curse

☁️ unmei – 運命 (うんめい): a noun meaning 'fate’ or ‘destiny’ in Japanese.

☁️ genre: royal!AU, OT7!AU, reincarnation!AU ; smut (eventually), angst.

☁️ Unmei will deal with very delicate and quite dark themes, so please if you are a minor, DO NOT interact. I will always put a trigger warning at the start of every chapter, so if you feel unconfortable DO NOT read. ☁️

☁️ author’s note: hello lovelies, author here! i'm so sorry for the delay, and i know i've already said i had a rough week,, but still forgive me ! <(qwq<) it's quite a short chapter and we're still introducing all the situation, but next chapter will be veery interesting >:3

☁️ chapter’s TW: mentions of death, blood, anxiety (guilt),

☁️ word count: 2,3k

☁️ taglist @shabbamadapot @jnghs @iriaachan;

! disclaimer - This story is a work of fiction. I do not own BTS and the description of them in this story does not want to reflect nor portray them in real life.

"Do you think we will ever be able to fly?"

Taehyung looked away, turning his head to his right, focusing on you. It was a beautiful day, a few clouds coating the sky and the sun warming the skin: spring was just around the corner. You were both lying down on the grass covered in morning dew, heedless of your slightly damp clothes. Your parents had no knowledge of your whereabouts since you should have been at the castle while they were on a business trip.

His dark eyes seemed to reflect the sunlight - if not emit it.

His face relaxed, and one hand was open to mask the sun to be able to look at you entirely; he gazed at you as one does with sunsets. Every time you spoke, a smile came to light on his lips, something that you hardly noticed since you were constantly lost in your thoughts, in your endless speeches that he - in fact - adored. He would listen to you talk for hours.

"We have conquered the seas, the oceans... Do you think we will never conquer the skies?"

You contemplated for a few moments, gazing at the blue vastness above you; your smallness was considerable compared to everything up there, but you still couldn't look away although frightening it was, feeling so insignificant.

"I really envy birds. They can do whatever they want. If they need to escape, they can..."

"You shouldn't." The man at your side breathed softly, still intent on analysing every detail of your face. "If you lock them in a cage, they become powerless and can do nothing. Whereas you, Y/N, you can change your fate."

Your gaze abruptly saddened, and you bit the inside of your cheek as if to mask that sign of weakness. Unlike Taehyung, you were certain that your fate would never change, and that you would forever be shackled by your status.

"Maybe you're right." You lied, knowing that - in his heart - Taehyung felt the same way.

Things happen for a reason. Or, that's what you're supposed to think when life kicks you in the stomach - luckily, you were never an hopeless optimistic, you always decided to face life, and strike harder.

A few weeks had already passed since your father's assassination and, although the King's guards had searched for the culprit, every attempt of finding them had been unsuccessful. To keep people quiet, and to avoid unnecessary riots, they had decided to hang an innocent for his death.

You had been forced to watch the hanging - being the only heir to the throne - and it was you who had given the verdict to the victim.

Yes, you considered that man a victim, since he had done nothing wrong and was tortured to confess a crime he hadn't committed. Nevertheless, you were used to the tapestry of lies woven by the royalty to prevent any type of repercussions.

He had begged you to let him live, but you could not stop reading the sentence imposed to him. It was your duty afterall, wasn't it? You had to fulfil it, no matter the consequences.

Call their bluff. Say something now, spare his life.

"I therefore sentence you to death by hanging for the conspiracy and murder of the King."

You affirmed desperately attempting to sound convinced of the words pouring out of your mouth. You never even managed to look at him in the eye as you falsely accused him, letting his fate come to such an abrupt end.

"Please, I beg you, Princess. Your soul is still pure, do not dirt your hands with blood."

Although his hands were chained, the man threw himself at your feet, bowing until his nose touched the ground.

"Stop this injustice, in the name of His Highness, your Father."

You swallowed the knot that formed in your throat, frowning and shifting your gaze, unable to look at him.

"Please, no! No, don't do this to me, Princess!"

Two guards had grabbed him by the forearms, beginning to drag him towards what would be his end. You had decided to look away.

"This decision of yours will have consequences, Y/N. May you be cursed in this life and the next, for everyone you love will abandon you."

A sense of uneasiness held you rigid, as a heavy weight had placed down on you. You felt crawls all over your body, prickling at your skin.

He's just a man, he said those things out of fear. You tried to reassure yourself as you beginned to walk away, steps getting faster by the second.

The moment you turned away, letting the man be taken by the guards, you met Taehyung's gaze; his jaw was clenched, and you realized he was restraining himself from unsheathing the sword and save that man. However, he could never do so without endangering you. He - as a royal guard - could not have questioned the Queen's decisions, for that he would have cast doubt on your reputation too.

He made sure you didn't notice his eyes locked on you. He didn't want you to carry another burden on your shoulders - not at that moment. He perfectly knew that you felt like you had failed him.

You walked up the steps to the balcony on which were placed the ceremonial seats used by the royal family for centuries to attend celebrations or, in this case, executions. They faced exactly the wide earthen courtyard, on which the scaffold had been placed: you almost collapsed in your chair so much your legs were shaking.

You sat next to your mother, who kept her gaze straight at the patibulum without ever looking at you. She had said that - seeing your face - reminded her of her husband and that your presence made her nauseous.

"I'm surprised you managed not to stutter."

Her tone was harsh, just as it had always been. You had no fond memories of your mother, all you reminisced was the way she belittled everything you did.

The only time you had seen her differently, was when she had learned about your father's death. You always thought that you and her were as different as you were incompatible. You believed you had greater sensitivity… But of the two, you were the one who hadn't shed a single tear.

Your mind was as if barricaded in the illusion that nothing had truly happened. You couldn't know it yet, but that apparent good fortune would reveal itself as a double-edged sword sooner than you thought.

Your mother hadn't apologised to you for what she had said - you couldn't even understand what she was feeling. The man she had married, the man she loved more than her own life, was gone forever without even saying goodbye.

Now, she was doing the same thing to that innocent's man life. Ironic, wasn't it?

"That man is innocent." You replied monotonously with your eyes locked on the marble floor. You didn't dare raise your head, fearing to see that man getting murdered in front of you, fearing to see those eyes again.

You heard the crowd cheering and clapping, and you immediately knew.

"Was." She corrected you like she was speaking to a child, "No one cares, as long as our interest is satisfied. You too should think this way, to be at least an ounce of what your Father has been."

One thing you loved was to hide in the greenhouse, located only a few steps away from the main garden. The structure had existed for several years, and was now completely abandoned. Ivy had now completely covered the large windows, allowing light to enter only through the ceiling.

The warm rays of sunlight shyly caressed the plants. Nevertheless, the most distinctive thing about that place was the presence of a nest of doves. By now, the greenhouse had become their home, and you were nothing a frequent guest.

You were crouched down so that your knees were touching your chest, and you were pouring water into the soil - a small sprout was starting to grow. You were looking at its light yellow shades, that made you wonder if it would ever change colour - it was so delicate, making you feel desperate to protect it.

As you carefully caressed the leaves, you watched your hands. You blinked multiple times rubbing your eyes, feeling like something had gotten in one of them; as your sight recovered, and the blurriness disappeared, you watched your hands again - now, you froze.

Your hands were trembling, palms right in front of you, as you saw blood covering them. You started breathing unsteadily until a hand rested on your shoulder.

You were about to shriek, yet when you turned around your heart seemed to relax and beat normally again.

Taehyung slightly bent his head to the side, watching you with a questioning look on his face, frowning. You, on the other hand, brought a hand to your chest, letting out a relieved sigh.

"Please don't do that again. I didn't hear you coming."

"Actually, I called out to you several times." He now began to shout your name as if to show what he had done to get your attention, so you shoved him slightly.

"Oh, stop it." You giggled, and his smile grew.

The dark-haired man looked around several times, eyes scanning every detail of the place to make sure there was no one there. As soon as he made sure you were completely alone, he quickly placed a soft kiss on your lips.

"How are you feeling, love?"

Being in his company always made you nervous, because it wasn't often that you were alone and - above all - Taehyung was the most unpredictable person you knew.

The longer he kept his gaze on you, the more you felt yourself consumed like wax exposed to the heat of a match.

You knew very well that, at this point, he wanted you to be honest with him: he still didn't know about Jimin and what you had been told about the wedding, let alone mentioned what the man accused of your father's murder had told you a few days earlier.

You lied to Taehyung, and it wasn't because you didn't trust him, but the reason was very simple: you didn't want to make his life more complicated than it already was. Knowing you, you thought, was the greatest of all his problems.

"I am fine, the flowers are blooming."

It was a half-truth - or a half-lie, but you were really enthusiastic for Spring to arrive. When the flowers blossomed, you finally perceived the colours of the world.

The man before you, however, did not seem entirely satisfied with the answer, as his mouth twisted slightly.

"You know that's not what I'm referring to, Y/N."

His voice was calm, but his expression was stern.

"I really don't know what you are trying to tell me, Tae. I am fine, I am recovering."

"Y/N, your father was murdered and a few days ago you witnessed the death of a man, you are not recovering."

He had a point, anyone in the same situation as you would have thrown themselves to the ground, pulled out their hair, and cried endlessly. But despite experiencing pain and an incredible sense of guilt, somehow you were incapable of externalizing it.

Every time you closed your eyes, you saw that man's face, all you did was dream about him at night. He repeated the same sentence, while his eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets.

May you be cursed in this life and the next, for everyone you love will abandon you.

"It's all my fault, I could have saved him, I-"

"What could you have done, Y/N? Turn against your mother and the Kingdom? He was only a man, nothing more."

"He wasn't just a man!" You replied, raising your tone as if to defend the man you too had failed. "He was an innocent man, he had a family, Taehyung!"

"Y/N, I understand."

"No, you don't! I let my father's death and the wedding cloud my judgement…"

You realised it almost as quickly as he did. Your eyes widened in sheer panic and before you could even think about it, one of your hands went to cover your mouth - but it was too late.

"What are you talking about? What wedding?"

You remained silent as Taehyung began to run a hand over his face, stroking his skin until it almost reddened.

"Answer me, which marriage are you talking about, Y/N."

Betrayal can stab you in the back any time; it can take your breath away.

But you were witnessing it in the eyes of the one you loved, and you only had yourself to blame.

"Tae, I am so sorry, I…" You stuttered unable to form a proper sentence.

"Allow me to interfere."

All at once, both you and Taehyung turned towards the voice breaking in seemingly out of nowhere.

"What this sweet princess is trying to explain to you is that she will be marrying me."

Taehyung glared at the newly-introduced figure with hostility, pure, undiluted anger stirred within him.

"And who the fuck are you?" He hissed between gritted teeth.

The stranger took a few steps forward, and it was then that a few streams of light lit up his face. He looked much younger, but his figure was well formed and muscular. As soon as his chocolate-brown eyes rested on you, he smiled, showing bunny-like teeth.

"Jeon Jungkook, delighted to make your acquaintance."

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[lachimolala22019]

AMETHYST MASTERLIST

In a world when you turn 16 you get a mark that matches your soulmate or soulmates.

It was the case for Yn too when she turned 16, she got seven marks that will connect her to her soulmates but......

Pairing: BTS X Reader or Ot7 x reader and BTS xBTS

Status: on going

Warnings: I don't think there are any right now.

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Note: this is my first story I am still new to writing, my inspiration to write this story was @imnotlauriane she is my favorite author. I really like her stories alot. For me she is the best writer. And one more thing, English is not my first language so there are some grammatical mistakes.

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@emu007 @singukieee @fluffy-canada-pancakes @their-bibliophile @guinhosletters @im-gay-no-matter-who-i-date @juju-227592 @queen-in-the-shadows @luvsooby @loumin908

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#soulmate bts #ot7 x yn #reader x bts #soulmates #bts x bts #kpop #namjoon #seokjin fic #yoongi #hoseok #jimin #taehyung #jungkook

[jiminschanelearring]

Law of Attraction (Teaser)

The Law of Attraction (Teaser)

Release Date: May 2

Rating: 18+

Genre: Angst, Smut

Warning: asshole Jungkook, selfish Jungkook, pining Y/N, one-sided love, Implied smut, broken heart, acquaintances to ???, office drama  their coworkers are in their business, office romance tends to lead to heartache, Sad reader, coffee addicted reader to work mindlessly

Word Count: <300 words

Note: This is my first series! I hope you enjoyed reading just as much as I enjoyed writing it. This story is a bumpy ride about unrequited love, so angst ensues. 

Summary: Sipping on an iced americano in the middle of December seems confusing to most. A chilled drink during the coldest months out of the year is preposterous, but y/n loves it. They don’t know if it's the chilling sensation from the smooth beverage or the fallen snow that sticks on her window; it was a mood setter in their eyes. Work is overflowing? No problem. Mother is nagging about getting married? Just send her a picture of you and your dog, Georgie. Jungkook is ignoring your text messages? Block him! At least that's what you want to do. Alas, that last part is something you have yet been able to successfully do. Jeon Jungkook. That man was a breath of fresh air in the eyes of your colleagues. He was profound and spoke eloquently during business meetings, a friendly guy that hangs out with pretty much everyone in the office, and overall a pleasant guy to be around-when he isn’t buried deep inside you. 

You don’t know what about the raven- haired man that has such a hold on you. It was not something you could pin-point with the naked eye alone, but you do know that with each interaction inside the bedroom leaves you reeling for more. You always feel out of your element when Jungkook was around as if you were a novice in the workplace and bedroom for that matter. It all started out as a simple fling between coworkers that progressively construed into you texting him at 3 am about your drunken feelings for him. He was currently out with his college friends when your notification interrupted Taehyung rambling about beer pong. Confusion was written on his face from the sudden confession. He thought that you both understood that nothing was going to come from this flings. It was meaningless.

#jeon jungkook #jungkook x you #bts fluff #bts angst #reader x bts #btsff #bts smut #kim namjoon #jungkook imagine #jungkook ff #kim taehyung #bts jin

[trifoliumrex]

Fresh Blood Master List

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Your money troubles drive you to make a someone what desperate move. For a quick buck you decide to take advantage of the newly revealed vampires and sell your blood at a more reputable clinic. What could go wrong? Especially when you catch the eye of a beautiful Stanger.

Word count : 47761

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#BTS READER INSERT #READER X BTS #READER X JIMIN #ALTERNATE UNIVERSE - VAMPIRE #ALTERNATE UNIVERSE - HORROR #ALTERNATE UNIVERSE - CORPORATE #BLOOD DRINKING #CREEPY BOSS #POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR #READER INSERT #FEMALE READER #UNWANTED TOUCHING #VERBAL ABUSE #STRONG LANGUAGE #ASSAULT #VIOLENCE

[honey-boyyoongi]

Pairing ➪ Yoonji x Y/n | Jimin x Y/n | Yoonji x Jimin x Seokjin

Word count ➪ 6k Words

Warnings ➪ cursing through out; authors horrible attempt at humor; mentions of blood; mentions of anxiety attack; description of an anxiety attack;

Summary ➪ Y/n needs a place to stay as of yesterday. Her roommate bailed on her, she’s too far from her grandmother, and her boyfriend lives in a box with his best friend. The place she seems to find has everything; space, low rent, a short commute to her job, and seemingly nice roommates. But there are some things that are kinda weird. Like how her female roommate is up at all hours, and her male roommate mumbling about his plants yelling at him in the middle of the night. She can get through this, right?

A/n: Heyyyyyyyyyyy. Damn it took me months to update this one huh. Sorry for being so quiet lately, I’ll update my Yoongi au soon. I hope yall enjoy this update. As always feedback is appreciated and if you would like to be added to the tag list please let me know 💕

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Yoonji runs towards the front door; Seokjin’s eyes are wild and dilated, his usually pristine white blouse is stained deep red. His mouth is covered in blood, his cheeks stained with tears and dirt. His usually styled hair is messy and unkempt. “Oh, my god, Jinnie what happened,” she pleads, “Who did this? Was it Choi? I swear to the gods I will drag him out in the sun myself if he-,’ Yoonji stops when she looks over Seokjin’s shoulder, “Jin, what the fuck did you do?”

Seokjin shudders, “I didn’t mean to, I was- fuck. I haven’t fed since I gave you blood. The council refused to let me into the donor wing, even though it's my side of the Kim clan that created it in the first place. To punish my gluttony they said. I asked Jaeyoung for bags, but he never got back to me. I was walking home, taking my way through the park. I smelled blood, coming from the bushes. I thought it was an animal, but the smell got stronger and sweeter, it was fresh human blood. I couldn’t help it, Yoonie. I’m sorry.” Seokjin struggled to hold in his sob. Yoonji needed to figure out a plan and fast, but it seemed the universe had other plans. 

Yoonji turned at the gasps that echoed in between Seokjin’s harsh breaths. Y/n stood wide eyed, frightened. She knew.

-

“Oh, shit,” Yoonji mumbled. “Y/n.. I need you to breathe slowly. Please.” The older woman walked slowly towards her younger roommate, hoping that she didn't do anything irrational. 

Y/n evades her, running towards Seokjin, “Holy shit, Jin, what happened?” 

Seokjin sobbed harder into the tile, struggling to find his voice, “I-fuck! I..I was walking..and.” Yoonji could feel her friend’s desperation, she rubbed Jin’s back in an attempt to soothe him.  “I didn’t know.. I swear I didn’t, kitty.” 

Y/n stopped in front of Jin, taking in the chaos that he had brought with him. “Fuck, “she grumbled. She joined Jin on the floor, scanning him for any potentially fatal wounds, “Jin, were you stabbed? Shot? You’re covered in blood, fuck.” Seokjin stared at her, shocked that she would get so close. Their roommate scooted closer to a still Jin, Yoonji watched, frozen. She didn’t want to scare Y/n by trying to pull her away, but she also doesn’t know in what state of mind her best friend would be. There was a large chance Seokin could attack her, if he saw her as a threat. 

“Jimin,” Yoonji hissed, “Jimin, hurry, Y/n is getting too close to Jinnie.” 

Jimin cursed, he hurried from his pantry with their first aid kit, “I’m trying, I have delicate jars in this thing.” 

Yoonji could see Seokjin’s figure tense, his pupils were dilating with every centimeter Y/n crawled closer. “Jimin, please,” she begged. With the wave of a finger and a grunted curse, Y/n fell to her side, they were able to narrowly avoid another incident in their home. The elder was able to catch her roommate, preventing any injuries. 

Jimin anxiously made his way towards Seokjin, “Yoon, take her to her room. The spell I used should keep her asleep for a while, let's hope she doesn't have to work a shift tomorrow. We can’t have more people involved.” He carefully lays the aid kit on the ground, hastily trying to find what he needs. 

Yoonji takes Y/n into her arms, working fast to get her out of the upside down living room. Once Yoonji settled their sleeping roommate on her bed, she skimmed for any bumps or bruises. The female vampire released a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, nothing seemed bruised or in need of attention, thankfully one less thing to worry about tonight. 

-

Yoonji finds her roommates, and a stranger, still stationed in their living room. Seokjin was lying on the couch, his blood-soiled shirt on the floor next to him, dried blood in sporadic places, sweat glistening on his brow. Jimin had finished checking over Seokjin, deeming him free of any detrimental injuries. He was happy to confirm his friend was healthy, but there was still the matter of the man on the carpet. He was tall, and had dark hair. Yoonji was sure he was tan, but the lack of blood is causing him to look sickly. The man was wearing a dark blue matching t-shirt and pants set, with detailing on the hems. 

She makes her way to the middle of the room to help Min out. The elder looks around trying to find something to clean up the dirt and blood stuck on her best friend. Yoonji spots and picks the wet wipes Jimin stashes in their first aid kit. While she hastily wipes down every visible stain of blood, Seokjin doesn't move. He’s silent, attempting to control his breathing. 

“Jinnie what happened, “she whispered. Jin grumbled, slightly shaking his head, “Mmph.. kitty… I’m tired.” 

“I gave him a sedative,” Jimin said, “It’s catered to vampires, so he’ll sleep for a couple of hours.”

“Was that necessary, “Yoonji asks worriedly.

“He was bordering on a feral state; he hadn't been feeding. The overwhelming emotions of fear, guilt, confusion and panic were pushing him to a frenzy,”  he answered. “The last thing he needed was to go into a frenzy, hurt anyone else, and turn feral from the grief. Along with a sedative, I gave him something to keep him settled emotionally after he wakes up. Hopefully his body doesn’t purge it.” Jimin organized the items back into his kit tensely, “Please take the man on the carpet to my work room. I still need to treat him, plus, the smell of blood could set off Jin.” Jimin urgently rose from the floor, speed walking deeper into the house.

Yoonji finished the last of her clean up of Seokjin. Her stomach was less twisted seeing her longest friend safe. She fixed his hair back into place, and makes sure he’s comfortable for his rest. 

-

Jimin was fixing a variety of creams and tonics when Yoonji came in with the living room stranger. She lays him on the futon Jimin keeps in his work room, for the days he has too many commissions. She closes the door, wanting to keep any noise from reaching Y/n down the hall. Jimin stripped the stranger down to his underwear, wiping him down with a warm cloth to rid him of any grime and blood. Yoonji takes the remaining cloth, assisting Jimin with cleaning the stranger. They work in silence, neither too sure what to say. 

“Namjoon.”

“Excuse me?”

“Namjoon, “Jimin mumbles, “That’s his name.”

The elder stared at her younger friend with surprise. “Did you find a wallet with his ID in it, “Yoonji asked.

“I know him,” Jimin whispered. Yoonji stood shell shocked, “Jimin.. Oh gods, I’m sorry.” They continue to clean Namjoon in uncomfortable silence, until he is free of any grime. “He’s the friend I go on the trails with. He’s always at a park, or working at the plant nursery he co-owns with his roommate. I know Jin didn’t mean to, but I’m so angry.”

Yoonji didn’t know how to comfort her younger friend. She understands why he would be upset, Namjoon was a victim of ‘wrong place, wrong time’. “I know Min, I’m sorry. I understand why you would be upset. Jin didn’t mean it. He must’ve been more blood deprived than we realized, but he would never attack a human on purpose.”

“I know Yoonie. It’s just frustrating to see an innocent person getting caught in the crossfire, especially one that you’re close to, “Jimin sighs. “He’s not hurt, at least from what I can tell. No stabs, claw marks, cuts, or bullet wounds, but that’s not our biggest worry.”

“What is it then? He’s not a werewolf, is he, or a demon?”

“No, since Seokjin was starving, and went into some form of bloodlust. He injected Namjoon with venom,“ Jimin explained. Yoonji cursed, “Fuck! Are you sure?”

Jimin ushered Yoonji to the left side of Namjoon, he carefully tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck. He pointed to the very prominent bite marks, “When I was cleaning around his neck, the blood had a cloudy look to it. I knew he wasn’t sick; if Joon was a werewolf, Seokjin would’ve died within minutes. Namjoon’s body would kill itself trying to purge the vampire venom, if he was a wolf. If he was a demon, Jin would be sick, at worst he would have a stomach ache that would last for a few days, and Namjoon wouldn’t have been affected.”

“So he’s human, “Yoonji says. 

“Was, “Jimin answers, “Jin released enough venom when he bit him to start the transformation. If I’m correct, the transition should be finished within 48 hours, maybe less.”

“Less,” Yoonji croaked, “How?”

“Born vampires are the only ones that can turn humans into vampires, correct,” she nodded, “Well, Seokjin is part of an aristocratic family, he’s also ancient. If I'm not mistaken all of that would make his venom more potent. Namjoon is a healthy human, add a potent venom, and boom you have a newborn.”

Yoonji’s mind was going into overdrive, what were they going to do? They had never sired a vampire. From a very young age they’re taught about how serious sire and fledgling relationships are. Sires can be parental figures to their fledgling, if they weren’t romantically involved before being reborn. Fledglings can easily go feral if they’re not guided correctly, or worse their sire’s reject the bond. Things can go to shit so easily. They’ve heard about newborns going feral hours after their finished transition. Seokjin has had to unfortunately, get rid of a fair amount of feral fledglings in his time in the council. It never gets easier.  

“Yoonie,” Jimin whispered.

“Yeah,” she whispers back. 

“Jin, won’t abandon him will he, “he asked. “Yoon, I know to you two he’s the human that got caught in the crossfire, but he’s my friend. Joonie has been a constant presence in my life for the last year. I don’t want to lose him to this. It might sound selfish, but it feels nice to be treated as normal, or at least be perceived as human. I don’t get envious looks for being the grandson of Park Hyejin. I can talk about plants, and not be told ‘I didn’t ask’. I’m not asked about spells, potions, or favors. I’m not asked about how granny and momma are so powerful, and why I’m not like them even though I’m the first born. I don’t have to take inventory of my greenhouse, or my workroom when he comes over. I’ve never had to use charms around him to keep myself safe. I’ve never had to scour myself, or gifts from him for peeping spells. It’s nice not having to watch my back.”

“Jimin.. I’m sorry. I didn’t know things were getting that bad. I’m sorry you’ve been dealing with this by yourself. I know nothing I say will make it okay. Seokjin will be responsible for Namjoon. Our families have taught us to guide, protect, and love those that we sire. If, for some reason, Seokjin decides to not take responsibility, I’ll become his sire. Namjoon shouldn’t be allowed to go feral, for his mistakes.”

“Will you really, “Jimin asked.

“Yes, I will,” Yoonji said matter of factly. “I might not know him like you do, but I can see you care about him. Like I said he’s innocent in all of this.”

They quietly finished cleaning Namjoon up. Yoonji is beginning to see subtle changes; he’s losing color, his claws are starting to grow out, he’s starting to become free of any blemishes. Namjoon is also starting to breathe more raggedly, she knows soon he’ll stop. The transformation always started physically, while the venom slowly killed the body. Young vamplings were always told the transformation was painful. She’s heard stories of sires sedating their fledglings with all types of concoctions. Most burned through the drugs or alcohol during their transition, or any concussion given to knock them out, was healed. Yoonji doesn’t know how Jimin’s friend will react once he’s woken up after the last breath, but she hopes he’s at least grateful that Jimin sedated him with a spell. 

Being a newborn is hell, she’s seen it. Her favorite auntie was turned by one of her father’s younger brothers when she had just turned 14. She remembers the hunger, the sensitivity, the mood swings her auntie experienced. They were lucky to have had resources back then to ensure her auntie hadn’t gone on a rampage.  There weren’t blood banks back then, and donors were a new concept that few clans had taken up. Yoonji still remembers her auntie complaining about her new fangs aching months after the transformation, and the sunlight sensitivity. It’s not all bad, at least from what she remembers. Her auntie was happy she didn’t have to ask for help with carrying heavy loads, she would spend hours gardening with no complaints of being tired, and surprisingly took on lumbering. Of course being immune to every human disease imaginable was also a plus. 

They finish off the last of the grime on Namjoon’s legs, double checking on his bite wound, to make sure it's healing properly during the transition. Everything is looking good, well as good as the transition from human to vampire can be. Jimin struggles to put some clothes on Namjoon that look a bit small, but it will have to work. Jimin likes tight clothes, and Seokjin would be horrified if anyone caught him in anything less than his finest. Yoonji is significantly smaller than everyone in the house, even her largest garments would fit like doll clothes on her roommate's friend. They wouldn’t even dare going through Y/n’s closet to find anything worthy of his size or any stray pieces from Jungwoo. 

Yoonji helps Jimin clean up the towels they used, putting away the different jars that belong in the first aid kit, and collecting the remnants of Namjoon’s clothes. They continue to work around each other, Yoonji ensuring she stays out of Jimin’s way as he reorganizes to stay calm.

“Min, “Yoonji whispers, “You said Namjoon had a roommate, what are we going to do about that?”

“Fuck, you’re right,” Jimin grumbled. “Hoseok will be worried if Namjoon isn’t home. He’s probably worried sick right now, they make a habit of trying to eat dinner every night. I don’t even know what to do, or what I’ll say to him. As long as I’ve known Namjoon he’s never been gone for more than a few days on his own. Him, and Hoseok always travel together.”

“What should we do, “Yoonji asked.

“I’ll text him from Joon’s phone. I don’t want to, but I’ll just say that I invited him on a last minute camping trip, “he responded. “We’ve been talking about going to the Black Bear Lake campsite for some mushrooms that I’m hoping are in season.”

“Will that work? Do you think he’ll believe it?”

“I’m hoping it will, we’ve been talking about it for a couple of weeks since I gave Joon some samples of my mushroom seasoning, and dried mushroom medley. Hoseok isn’t much of a camper, so we had planned it with only the both of us in mind. Hobi knew we’d leave at any moment, “her roommate explained. 

Yoonji nodded, pleading to the gods that his friend wouldn’t come looking for the fledgling. 

-

Namjoon

19:49

Hobi, Jiminie and I went ahead to the campsite.

We’ll be back by the weekend.

Hoseok

19:53

Okay! Be careful and don’t bring back anything that can make us burn or itch.

Or is poisonous. 

Namjoon

19:57

No promises

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Three hours later Seokjin woke up less filthy from what he remembered. He’s free of any grime, and caked blood. The elder assumes Yoonji was the one to freshen him up. Jin didn’t remember much past trying to find his way home with the park stranger. 

The stranger…

Fuck..

Seokjin knows he bit the stranger, being withheld from feeding caused him more stress than he anticipated. Checking his surroundings, there’s a lack of blood. He cannot smell, nor see a trace of it. The vampire takes a deep breath to ensure everyone in his home is safe; he can smell Y/n, as well as Yoonji and Jimin, but the slight stench of death is sticking to them. Seokjin frantically makes his way to Jimin’s work room, forgoing any form of cover up. 

Seokjin bursts into the room, frightening the duo. The elder vampire sighs in relief. Yoonji runs up to him, embracing tightly, “Jinnie, oh my gods.” Jimin joins next to them, whispering that he’s grateful Seokjin is okay. 

Seokjin can hear Yoonji struggling to keep it together. He knows he worried her into an early grave. “Kitty it’s okay, I’m fine I promise,“ Jin coos. Yoonji lets out the small sob that had been stuck in her throat. “Don’t ever do that again, “she demanded. “Fuck the council, and fuck their donors. I can ask my dad to send us blood packs or have donors come to the house. Don’t ever go that long without blood.” Jin soothed Yoonji, he feels terrible for frightening her, and Jimin. The last time he was in this much of a distressed state was a century ago, but Yoonji wasn’t around to witness it. 

Jimin guided them to a small loveseat at the corner of the room. It’s a tight fit, but Seokjin will make it work. They pile onto the couch; Jimin on his right, and Yoonji on his left. One has their head on his shoulder while the other is on his chest. Seokjin enjoys the warmth Jimin exudes, and Yoonji draws soft patterns on his stomach with her fingers. He further relaxes by humming a small tune, a lullaby his mother used to sing to him in his youth. 

Jimin is the first to speak up, “What happened tonight Jin?””

Seokjin sighed deeply, “I didn’t realize how much time had passed. One day I’m helping Yoonji out of the brink of starvation, the next I’m being sent to Mongolia to aid with a territory dispute.” He paused momentarily. “They had humans.. But they weren’t donors.” Yoonji whipped her head up towards him, “The Mongolians are still taking humans?”

Jin shrugged, “This particular clan did. The Ganbolds are the oldest clan in Mongolia, as well as the most secluded. They’re.. Traditional, at least they claim to be. Anyway, they were fighting with a small vampire village on the border of their shared territory. It took a few days to get there, and even longer to mediate a compromise. I couldn’t even get a decent amount of animal blood.” 

Yoonji furrowed her eyebrows, “Were the Ganbolds not sharing blood? Did none of the other elders have any blood to spare? I know for a fact that Na and Suh have a stash they bring everywhere with them.”

“Please, Na and Suh have made it well known how much they dislike my side of the Kim clan,” he answers. “The Gandbolds were not having the best season, to say the least. They had to ration whatever supply they had. I could survive with a little bit of blood. Also I’d set myself on fire before I asked any of those old bats for any form of help. When we came back I booked a couple donors, but when I had showed up they refused to let me in. Apparently Choi, Suh, and Lee have banned me from the donor wing because of the little binge I had.” 

“How much is a little binge,” Jimin asked.

“It was three,” Seokjin answered. “It wasn’t even a lot. I’ve heard of Lee drinking from at least five donors at times when he feeds, just because he can. They said ‘Kim, your gluttony is unbecoming of a council member. You are now banned for a fortnight.’” The elder vampire could feel his tension returning, he took a couple of calming breaths, just like Jimin taught him. “I texted Jaeyoung to have a case ready for me. I knew I needed blood for the both of us. He didn’t answer me within the hour like he usually does. So, I decided to walk for a bit while I waited for him to respond. I was taking the long way, cutting through the trail by the park. All of the sudden I got the smell of blood. I ignored it at first, but it got sweeter the farther I walked up the trail. I thought it was a deer, or a fox… but it was him. The man had fallen… scraped his knee. He looked up at me, and he smiled.” 

Seokjin swallowed the lump that was growing in his throat. Jimin scooted closer to him, molding himself to fit onto Jin’s side, Yoonji followed his lead. Jin readjusted himself, he pulled Jimin’s legs onto his right leg, and Yoonji onto his left leg. They were practically sitting on him, and the pressure felt relieving. “I was just trying to help him up. But the smell of blood… was too much. I blacked out for a second, when I came to we were full of blood. I freaked out. I couldn’t leave him there, so I brought him home and now we’re here. I didn’t mean to feed on him. I didn’t mean to attack him. I..” The vampire let out the sob that he was holding, “I never wanted to hurt him. I felt disgusted by how much his blood affected me.” 

Yoonji reached up and dried his tears with the cuff of her soft cardigan, “I know Jinnie, you’d never hurt anyone.” She gently caressed the side of his face to comfort him, taking in how much regret he was feeling. Jimin stood up hastily, Jin furrowed his brow in worry. “Min, what’s wrong?” The young witch began to pace, murmuring to himself, “Breathe, two, three. Out, two, three.” He repeated this four times. 

Seokjin gently removed Yoonji’s lower body from their current position, and he approached his younger roommate. “Hey, Min, I know you’re worried and I-” Jimin paused, visibly collecting himself, “I- fuck. Jin, I knew him.”

The vampire visibly tensed, “You knew him. Fuck, Min, I’m sorry. I.. I didn’t mean it. I swear. It was an accident, I swear Min.” Seokjin could feel a tingling sensation on his nose, he started to feel his face heat up as well as his ears. His breaths became shorter and he was struggling to take deep breaths. Jin could feel his chest tightening, and his head got lighter. He could barely hear Yoonji and Jimin trying to calm him down. Seokjin could hear the witch searching through his jars for anything that could help him calm down. 

“Jinnie,” Yoonji whispered, “Tell me five things you see.”

“What,” he mumbled.

“Tell me five things you see,” she repeated. 

“Uh, Jimin’s vine plant.”

“Good, what else?”

“Your fuzzy red polka dot socks.”

“Good job Jinnie, what else, “his friend asked.

“Jimin’s sunset lamp, my black hoodie that I’ve been looking for, and Min’s overflowing bookcase,” he answered. 

“Okay, tell me four things you smell,” Yoonji said.

“I..uh..smell,” he paused and took deep breaths. “I smell your Eucalyptus body wash, Min’s peach deep conditioner, Y/n’s chocoflan, and burnt candles.”

“Three things you can hear,” Yoonji continued.

“I can hear Y/n’s heartbeat on the other side of the hall, I hear the ‘Alexa’ speaker still playing in the kitchen, and I hear Jimin’s boots,” he responds. 

“Two things you can feel.”

“I can feel… my black trousers, and Min’s wooden floor.”

“One thing you can taste.”

“I can taste lavender, from the calming candy Jimin gives me,” Seokjin mumbles. 

Jimin comes back to Jin, lavender gummy in hand. “Hey,” the witch said, “Jinnie I’m not mad at you. Eat the gummy, once you’re calm we’ll talk.” The elder vampire nodded, chewing the gummy quickly. 

Yoonji guides them back onto the loveseat, arranging him and their roommate back to their prior positions. She fixes Jimin’s legs to go across Jin’s lap, and adjusts herself across both of them. The younger vampire tucks herself under his chin, quietly humming Mrs. Kim’s lullaby. 

When Seokjin wakes up again, his roommates are clinged to him. Jimin is humming a tune of his own, and Yoonji is tracing the tattoo on the witch’s arm. He closes his eyes, enjoying feeling cared for by his friends. The older vampire tries to stall talking about their predicament, but he knows Jimin is aware that he’s conscious. 

“Jin,” Jimin says, “I’m not mad.” He sits up, looking straight at him. Seokjin actively avoids meeting his friend’s eyes, he refuses to see how much he’s hurt him. The witch sighs, “I’m not mad Jinnie, I was scared. Terrified.” Yoonji gestures for him to listen to what their younger roommate was saying.  He nods for Jimin to continue, “Do you know how horrifying it was to see two of my friends covered in blood? I thought someone attacked you both.” 

Jimin paused, taking a moment to find the right words to say. “When I saw the bite marks.. I knew that it was yours. I know that you didn’t mean to. I know that you’d never attack a human on purpose, but..,” he sighed. “But I was still angry. I know that to you, and Yoonji, he’s a stranger, but to me he’s Joonie. I meet him every Wednesday without fail. I’ve met his roommate. I’ve eaten dinner with them multiple times. His roommate, Hoseok, has commissioned work from me for personal use. I’ve been a part of his life for the last year. I’ve never told him about the magic, and spells, and all that supernatural part of my life. It was nice not having to worry about keeping myself protected from any form of hexes, peeping bugs, or befriending him without second thoughts that he was trying to learn about my family magic. I was just Jimin. When I saw him all bloodied and pale, it felt like my bubble burst.” 

Their younger roommate hesitated, “I’m sorry for thinking that you would purposefully hurt anyone unprompted. I was so worried when you were growing closer to being feral.” Jimin sniffled, struggling to keep his tears in. Jin reached out to his friend. He takes a hold of Min’s smaller hand, intertwining his longer digits with his shorter ones. The gesture brings comfort to the witch, and he continues. “It’s one thing to have strangers come up to me with different afflictions, but it's another to see your loved ones in trouble. All I kept thinking about was, ‘What if Joon isn’t human?’ ‘What if Jinnie’s body doesn’t react well to the blood? What if a hunter saw you?’ I thought about a lot of ‘what if’s’. But seeing you hysterical with regret, and grief, I couldn’t stay upset at you. I’m sorry Jinnie.” 

Seokjin pulls Jimin with a gentle hug, swaying just a bit as he rubs his back in comforting motions. Jin knows his younger friend is trying his hardest to keep it together. This evening hasn’t been the kindest to them, and he’ll hold no grudges towards the high emotions that ran. The elder vampire gives Jimin one final squeeze. As they’re pulling apart, without thinking, he leans in and plants a kiss on the crown of his friend's head. “It's okay Min, I understand.”

Jimin pulls the elder back into a hug, hiding his face on Jin’s chest. He can hear Min’s soft sobs, and feel the fresh tears falling on his skin. Jin pulls him in for a tighter hug, laying his head on top of his to further comfort his friend. They stayed wrapped in each other until Jimin had cried himself exhausted. The elder guided Jimin back onto the loveseat, tucking him into the corner with one of the many blankets the witch has stashed. 

The elder vampires decide to take turns monitoring their roommates. Jimin and Y/n were still asleep, while Min’s friend was in the midst of the transition. Yoonji had to be the one to tell Seokjin about Joon’s condition. Jin was nothing short of horrified, not even when he was a young vampling had he accidentally released venom into a human. Animals, maybe, but it paralyzes them. He felt ashamed, completely unworthy of his family’s trust to represent them in the council. Jin knew how important it was to not only be a dutiful sire, but full consent of the transformation was something that was repeatedly brought up. Forever is a long time, no one knew that more than them. 

Seokjin felt horrible taking away Namjoon’s choice. He knew he’d have to tell the man about their world; how they live, the council, who to avoid regarding blood, the sensitivity to everything around them. It would be overwhelming to the new fledgling, but he was determined to be the best sire he could be. 

It’s around the early AM’s when the vampires decide they want to rest. Namjoon’s breathing had evened out, and he was no longer struggling, they felt they could step away to drink some O positive coffee. Yoonji had convinced Jin to change into his most comfortable clothes, dark joggers and the black hoodie in Min’s workroom. They worked together to get a small breakfast going. Jin made their coffees, while Yoonji made them toast; Jin’s with nutella and strawberries, Yoonji’s with butter and mixed berry jam. They make extra coffee in case Jimin wakes up soon, or gods forbid, Y/n wakes up. 

The older roommates stood by their kitchen island, enjoying the quiet in their home. Seokjin took a long sip of his cup, “Did Jimin say how long it would be until his friend finished the transition?” Yoonji nodded as she chewed a large bite of toast, “He said it would take 48 hours, give or take.”

“That soon,” Seokjin murmured, “It usually takes a few days.”

“True, but Jimin said that since not only are you old as shit-”

“Hey!”

Yoonji chuckled, “You’re also an aristocratic born vampire, according to him that all factors into the potency of the venom.” Seokjin grimaced, “Who knew my amazing pedigree would be my downfall.” His best friend giggled a bit at that one, “Right, here I thought your lack of filter would be the one to take you out.”  Jin guffawed at his younger friend, but joined in with her laughter. 

In the midst of their carefree moment, they hear the clanking of bottles in Jimin’s workroom. Seokjin gestures for Yoonji to stay in the kitchen. If the new fledgling has finished his transformation he has to ensure his home, and the people in it are safe. The elder vampire carefully made his way into the hallway; he can hear three heart beats, and that instantly lowers his defenses. Jin knocks lightly on the door, opening it slightly, “Min, are you up?”

Seokjin was able to hear the rustling of a blanket being folded, and pillows being arranged. He hears Jimin’s steps being muffled by his piggy slippers, slightly sliding once he’s walking on the hardwood floor. The smell of Dragons Blood incense, and something muskier bleed out from the cracks. Jimin hurriedly squeezed himself out, carefully closing the door to his room. “Sorry, sorry, I had to clean up.” Min gestures for Jin to follow him towards the kitchen, waving at Yoonji as he walks in with Seokjin. She visibly released a sigh she was holding in, relieved it was their younger roommate making a ruckus so early in the morning. 

The roommates finished the rest of their breakfast in silence. No one wanted to pop their little bubble of normalcy. They share their small spread, Jin refilling their drinks. For a moment he can pretend that he doesn’t have a fledgling in the other room. He can pretend that Y/n is sleeping in from how often she turns off her work alarms. They can pretend it’s a slow morning, but reality is never that forgiving. Yoonji is the first one to slightly perk up, she tells them she heard Y/n’s alarm go off and be turned off. Seokjin heard the muffled ‘fuck’ from their roommate’s room, he could also hear the slamming of drawers and the creaks of the closet door hinges. The three of them sat still as Y/n walked out of her room, carefully closing her door and entering the hallway bathroom. 

Yoonji waited until they heard the shower start to say anything. “Min, I thought you said she would be passed out for the next day,” she hissed. Jimin looked at his roommates with just as much confusion, “She should’ve been knocked out until tomorrow, at the least. I already texted her boss that she had been sick all night. What are we going to do?”

The elder vampire vampire was scared shitless, to say the least. “What spell did you use,” Yoonji asked. Jimin furrowed his eyebrows, “It was the spell I use on Jungkook when he’s having one of his energy bursts. He’s a werewolf so it only lasts so long on him. Y/n is human, she should’ve stayed asleep for days.” Yoonji visibly grew tense, “She must be one of us. Maybe she has a charm or some form of glamor. I mean you used a spell for a fucking werewolf, she should’ve been sleeping like the dead.”

“That’s impossible,” Jimin answered. “I have powerful spells that remove any form of glamor; spells, potions, or charms. Y/n wouldn’t have been able to take a step across our doorstep if she had done any of that.”

As his roommates were trying to solve their current conundrum, Seokjin tried to go through the list of their kind that could have possibly bypassed the witch’s protection barriers. Every humanoid he thought of could easily be detected by Jimin’s spells, even the weakest of witches. “Have there been any humans that are probably immune to that form of magic,” the vampire asked. 

“I’ve personally never seen it, maybe my granny or mom have, but they’ve never told me about it,” Jimin answered. 

Seokjin thought back to his mother telling him stories about different creatures and humanoids. The only other of their kind that it could possibly be was a magic sensitive, but as far as his mother told him no one in their world considered them supernatural. “What about a magic sensitive?”

“Huh,” his roommates exclaimed. 

“A magic sensitive, “Jin repeated, “It makes sense. Think about it, she’s easily bonded to Kookie, Y/n hasn’t had any form of reaction to Tae, and we all know how hard that is for humans.” Both his roommates nodded in agreement. “She’s mentioned seeing sprites around Jimin’s greenhouse, but he was able to make her think they looked like flies.”

“I remember that,” Jimin says, “I had to say they were fruit flies from my compost.” 

Yoonji crosses her arms in thought, “Y/n is always able to find anything I lose, comes in handy when I essentially lose my house keys on the regular.” 

“I think she has premonitions,” the witch adds. “She’s talked to me about some heavy deja-vu she’s had since moving here.”

Seokjin took in all the information, “Then she’s a magic sensitive. That’s the only logical explanation. She doesn’t have any form of power like Jimin does, and if she was some form of creature she wouldn’t be able to walk into our home unscathed.” 

“What should we do,” the female vampire wondered aloud. Their normalcy was falling apart, and there was no way to stop it.

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Once a Killer | 11

prologue • part one • part two • part three • part four • part five • part six • part seven • part eight • part nine • part ten • part eleven • part twelve • part thirteen • part fourteen

When you left your hometown, you left behind everything you knew and you never looked back. Now, years later, you’re living life on your own terms. But when your past comes back to haunt you, you find yourself at a crossroads once more. There’s just one thing you know for sure – you will not run away anymore. No matter how hard it gets.

≽ pairing: taehyung x reader ≽ genre: mafia/cop au, angst, hints of fluff ≽ warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, mentions/descriptions of death ≽ word count: 4.4k

a/n: hi friends, I’m back with a new part!!! I hope y’all are doing well :) I realise it’s been Quite A While – it’s mostly because I’ve been kinda stuck on the ending, but I’ve finally decided to (mostly) keep it as I originally wrote it and upload the final few parts!! I hope you enjoy them despite the long break; either way, thank you for sticking with me, it means a lot💕

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You flex your fingers, clenching them into a fist and relaxing. Your knuckles are aching– it feels like your skin is on fire underneath the fraying white bandages wrapped around your hand. You let out a breath, trying to shake off the pain and jumping back into position even though the ache doesn’t fade.

Breathing in, you raise your fists and narrow your eyes at the heavy bag in front of you. With a sharp outbreath, you punch. Right, left, right, left, uppercut. Your heart is pounding in your chest and your muscles are burning in protest, but you ignore it all. Right, left, right, right. The harsh thuds echo through the deserted gym, your sneakers squeaking against the red mat covering the floor. Weights, rowing machines, strength training equipment, treadmills are scattered across the large room. It should feel full and crowded – but with no one else there, it just feels eerie. It’s not exactly a surprise you’re here alone; only a lunatic would work out past midnight. And despite the strange sensation you get being here on your own, you’re glad of it.

The silence doesn’t help, though, and your mind drifts off to mere hours earlier. The harsh bang, bang, bang of a gun rings in your ears, reverberates through your entire chest. A softer thud sounds as someone collapses to the ground, shrill screams piercing your ears as a pool of dark red blood stains the pavement, a muffled siren shrieking in the distance.

You blink, shake your head, and the sounds fade just enough to not make you seize up. Gritting your teeth, you punch again. Right, left, left, right, left.

But even as you continue, the images come screaming back. A pair of wide, lifeless eyes stares up at the night sky, shimmers in the street lights and bright neon signs. The ringing in your ears overpowers everything; the screams around you, Jungkook calling out your name, even your own blood rushing in your ears. Right, left, right, left. A dull pain punches you back in your knuckles, shoots up your arms. You curse under your breath, forcing your cramped fist to relax and shaking out your hands yet again.

Squeezing your eyes closed, you shake your head and will away the tears burning in your eyes. Almost unconsciously, your fist cramps up again, your fingernails digging into the soft bandage covering your palm as your mind flashes to that roof, imagining Yoongi’s finger wrapping around the trigger, pulling it like it’s nothing, unflinching as the gun punches into his shoulder with the recoil. Your breathing quickens and you shake your head, opening your eyes again and focusing your blurry vision on the punching bag in front of you. Bang, bang, bang. You bite down on your tongue, punching again without caring about form, randomly hitting the bag wherever you can manage it. Every hit echoes loudly in your ears, as if the sound is magnified a hundredfold.

A door slams closed, and it hits you like thunder.

You jolt and whirl around, taking in a sharp breath– only to relax when your eyes fall on Taehyung standing in the doorway, his cheeks flushed, his hands buried in the pockets of his long, dark coat.

“Hi.”

An inevitable smile pulls at your lips and your shoulders deflate, your chest still heaving with exertion. “Hey.”

Taehyung walks towards you as you approach him, his sneakers shuffling across the scuffed vinyl floor. He smiles back at you, his eyes almost hidden behind the dark hair that falls messily over his forehead. “Jungkook said you might be down here.”

You nod slowly, coming to a stop in front of him. “I just wanted to clear my head,” you reply, diverting your gaze to your hands and fidgeting with the frayed edges of the bandages.

The second of silence that follows feels like forever, and it’s suffocating. You want to break it, but you don’t know how, where to start. The gunshots echo in your ears yet again and you have to keep yourself from wincing.

“You should drink something.”

You lift your eyes just in time to see him pull out a water bottle from his pocket. He holds it out to you and you blink at it for a moment, as if you have to pull your mind back to reality, to the ear-deafening silence of the gym. “Thanks,” you say finally, clearing your throat and averting your eyes once more as you take the bottle from him.

You can feel his eyes burning into you, expectant, as you twist off the cap and take a sip, and you almost want to ask him what he wants to say when–

“Are you okay?”

His voice is soft, gentle, much like the way he’s frowning at you. Something tightens around your lungs and you take in a shuddering breath, keeping your gaze fixed on the wall behind him. You want to reassure him, but you can’t lie to him. Especially not about this.

“Not really.” You sigh, looking up at him. His frown deepens and he tilts his head, taking a small step forward. “I got someone killed, Tae,” you say, your voice hoarse, barely audible.

He shakes his head slowly, reaching out to take your free hand. “You didn’t pull the trigger, Y/N,” he almost whispers, tracing his thumb along the bandages. His nail catches on a loose thread for a moment before it breaks free again. “You didn’t get anyone killed.” Wrong.

You simply hum, nodding slowly. When he quietly takes the water back from you, you turn to fidget with the bandages, pulling the end free and slowly unwrapping them. Taehyung silently takes over the job for you, and you just stare as he takes the yellowed fabric off your left hand, revealing the hot, reddish skin underneath. “I could’ve done something,” you mutter lowly as he puts the bandages into his pocket.

“You did what you could,” he says almost right away, putting his warm hand over your irritated knuckles and slowly moving it in circles, gently massaging them. “Jungkook told me what happened. It really isn’t your fault, Y/N, so stop telling yourself it is.”

Protesting is futile – irrational, even. You know that he’s right. But an unwavering sense of guilt has settled in your chest, and you know it’s here to stay.

“Is that why you’re here?” you ask softly, glancing up at him, his hand still warm around yours. He smiles reassuringly and you can’t help but smile back. You realise this could be the last time he’ll treat you this fondly, though, and your heart aches painfully, pounds as if in protest. “To keep me from spiralling?”

Taehyung’s lips curl up into a brighter smile, his eyes fixed on your hands. “I wanted to make sure you were okay,” he says softly, his right thumb stroking over your skin ever so lightly. There’s something tense about him, though; something in the way he purses his lips, the way he takes a breath as if to say something, only to let it back out.

You watch as his thumb keeps stroking, and you let out a soft sigh. “And?”

He finally looks up at you, his eyes staring straight into yours. They’re brimming with something you can’t quite pinpoint – worry? Concern? Sadness? “And,” he starts, letting out a long breath. “Jungkook said you had something to tell me.”

You bite down on your tongue, a shaky sigh escaping your lips. “Right.” Fuck, fuck, fuck. “You should– you should sit down.”

He frowns but nods slowly, letting you lead him towards the narrow benches lining the walls. Your mind is running a thousand miles a minute as you try to think of a careful way to phrase this. At this point, you’d be content with any way to put it all into words – you keep drawing blanks.

You sit down next to him, instinctively taking his hands in yours. Your fingers are shaking – you hope he doesn’t notice, but you’re quite sure he does. His eyebrows are furrowed when you lift your gaze to his. You can feel your heart beating out of your chest, and the tingling sensation of nerves spreads through you. You’ll have to tell him, there’s no denying that – but you have no idea how he’ll react.

And you’re terrified.

“Taehyung, I –” You let out a breath, chewing on your tongue. “I told you why I left my hometown, right?”

He nods slowly. “Yeah, the uh… the gang, right?” he replies, looking straight into your eyes.

“Yeah.” Your voice is hoarse and you don’t know why – you have to force yourself to push on, knowing you might never get it out otherwise. “They’re– they’re here.”

His eyebrows shoot up and his lips part, but he remains silent.

“They know I’m here, too,” you add. Taehyung frowns, his eyes brimming with concern. “They’re the ones who set the shelter on fire – as a warning, a threat, payback…”

His jaw ticks as he nods slowly. He lowers his gaze to look down at your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. His warm skin feels soothing and you relax just a little, though you’re still wound up tightly with nerves. Taehyung stays silent and swipes his thumb across the back of your hand – silently encouraging you to continue. You’re quite sure he wouldn’t want you to if he knew what was coming.

“It’s why I’ve been so busy lately,” you tell him, your gaze on your hands. “And why I had to go on assignment and everything. We’re trying– we’re trying to end it all.”

You fall silent as he nods once more, still absently tracing figures across your hand. This is a mistake. You should’ve told him everything from the start. You’re only going to hurt him that much more now.

“Why couldn’t you tell me?” he asks softly, lifting his eyes to look at you.

You bite the inside of your cheek, fighting the urge to avert your eyes. Because I’m scared. “I wanted to keep you out of it,” you reply, your voice so soft you’re surprised he can still hear you. His frown deepens but you put on a reassuring smile, forcing yourself to go on. “You’ve been through enough, there’s no reason to add to your worries.”

He smiles lightly, his shoulders deflating as he lifts his hand, cupping your cheek. “It’s sweet that you wanted to look out for me, but you just made me more worried, you know,” he mumbles, moving to tuck some stray hairs behind your ear. “Just tell me what’s going on in your life, Y/N. I can handle it.” He leans forward and presses a soft kiss to your lips. Some of the tension seeps from your muscles and you instinctively lean into him, lean into his warmth and his comfort and you forget what you were supposed to do for a moment – until he breaks away, and you plunge back into ice-cold reality. “I promise.”

You let out a slow, shaky breath, chewing on your bottom lip. “I know,” you mumble, leaning back as Taehyung’s hand drops back into his lap. “I’m sorry.” You sigh once more, fidgeting with the bandage that’s still wrapped around your right hand.

“Hey, what are you so nervous for?” he says through a light laugh, though there’s an undercurrent of nerves in his voice now, too. He moves to unwrap your hand and you squeeze your eyes closed, trying to gather up the strength to blurt out the rest as the bandage keeps unravelling. Mistake, mistake, mistake. “I know I overreacted a bit the other day, but –“

“There’s more.” Your heart pounds and you hold your breath.

Taehyung’s words die on his tongue and his mouth closes slowly. The bandage falls away from your hand, loose in his fingers, and your knuckles burn against the cool air. “Oh.”

Your heart is beating faster and faster – this is it. The moment you ruin everything. “When I was with them– with the– the gang, I…” you start, your breaths growing shallower. You pause for a moment, feeling your cheeks burn as you chew on your tongue. Taehyung raises his eyebrows almost imperceptibly, waiting. Waiting for you to drop the bomb.

“I used to be that sniper, Tae.”

A cold sweat breaks out and you feel jittery. Even worse – he freezes, and suddenly you feel like crying.

“You– you what?” he breathes, his voice shaky. He pulls his hands out from between yours and your heart sinks. Your eyes inevitably shoot up to look at him, but that only makes it worse – he’s chewing on his bottom lip, staring a hole in his lap as he focuses on rolling up the bandage as tightly and precisely as possible. Trying to keep himself from falling apart.

You let out a breath. Yeah, consider everything ruined. “I –“

“You– you– you did–” He doesn’t even finish his sentence, and yet that hurts even more. His eyes are shiny as he looks up at you, tears threatening to spill over and roll down his cheeks. “This is a joke, right?” he almost whispers. His voice is hoarse, trembling, as if it’s near breaking point, and it hurts. It hurts that you were the one to cause this. “Please tell me this is a joke.”

All you want to do is tell him yes, this is just some stupid fucking joke– but you take a breath and slowly shake your head instead. “It’s real, Tae,” you mutter, looking down at your lap, fidgeting your fingers. I wish it wasn’t.

He lets out a sharp breath, turning away from you. The bandage disappears into his pocket and he leans his elbows on his knees, holding his head in his hands as he shakes it again and again.

A heavy silence hangs over you, becomes more suffocating every second it drags on. You’re burning to reassure him, to give him some kind of explanation – why it all happened, why you’re here now, why you never told him. But you’re not quite sure if that would only make things worse.

As the silence stretches on and on and on, however, that urge becomes too strong to fight.

Nervously chewing on your tongue, you sit up, taking a breath. What do you even say? “I was– I don’t deserve to have you listen to me. I know that,” you start.

Taehyung doesn’t show any sign of hearing you, but you push on anyway.

“I was young and naive and I thought– in my own fucked up logic, I thought I was doing the right thing.” Taehyung’s jaw tenses and your heart pounds like it’s trying to break your ribs, but you force yourself to keep going. “I just rose through their ranks so quickly that I– I never stopped to think what I was doing. Really think. I couldn’t– I didn’t want to get out because they were all I had and I– I thought it was normal to handle conflict with threats, and violence, and– and with death.”

Taehyung purses his lips, his breathing seems to even out just a little bit. “So why aren’t you– what changed?” he asks softly, so softly, still refusing to meet your gaze.

You take a breath and let it back out, your heart pounding in your chest. “Something just… clicked one day. I finally realised what I was actually doing. That I was taking lives, that I was ripping people away from their friends, their families, from themselves and I just –” You sigh, your eyes starting to burn. You try to blink away the feeling, but it doesn’t work. “I couldn’t do it anymore.” Fighting the overwhelming urge to put your hand on his again, you rub your forehead. “I left as soon as I could and I never looked back.” Until now.

Silence.

Your hands ball into fists, your nails digging painfully hard into your skin. “I know that nothing will ever make it right,” you add lowly, chewing on your lip. You don’t know what’s better – to shut up or to keep talking. Either way, your nerves keep you from staying silent. “I know that. Nothing I do will bring them back. And I’ve tried to change, I’ve tried to make up for –”

“I know,” Taehyung interjects, the tone in his voice unreadable. “I just– I really –” His eyes fall closed and he lets out a long breath, shaking his head almost imperceptibly. A tear rolls down his cheek and he quickly wipes it away. “I don’t know what to say.”

You wince, looking down at your hands. “It’s unforgivable,” you mumble, shaking your head.

His jaw ticks. “You’re not making this easier to process,” he all but snaps back, his breathing speeding up. “I don’t –” Abruptly and almost robotically, he rises to his feet, stuffing his hands deep into his pockets.

You jump up without thinking, feeling something wet roll down your cheek. You quickly wipe it away, a strange pressure in your lungs. “What do you need?” you ask hoarsely.

He breathes in, out, shallowly. His head is lowered as he shakes it again. “Space.”

Another tear escapes the corner of your eye, followed by another and another, your chest tight. You nod nevertheless, taking a shaky, sniffly breath and clearing your throat. “Okay.”

He turns to look at you, finally. Your heart races and a spark of hope ignites in your chest, one you try to suppress with all your might because he’s just looking at you. It changes absolutely nothing. He’s silent, frowning; opens his mouth and takes a breath–

Your phone chimes, and he seals his lips.

You hesitate, waiting to see if he’ll ignore the notification and say what he wants to say – but he just looks down at his feet again, letting out a sigh. Nothing.

The spark in your chest fizzles out. Without another word, you walk over to your gym bag, dumped against the wall by the punching bag, and you swipe your phone off the floor next to it. You glance over your shoulder. Taehyung doesn’t make a move to leave, simply stands rooted to his spot and stares at you as you unlock your phone.

PJM Black Horse [01:35] Now [01:35]

Your heart skips a beat and you frown, racking your brain – did you miss a meeting? Did someone blow your cover, somehow? Did you –

The raid.

It had completely slipped your mind, and now, it only adds to the nerves swirling through your veins, the tension tightening your muscles. The texts give no indication as to how it went – you can only hope the plan worked out in your favour.

“Who is it?”

You look up, trying to ignore the disappointed, almost resigned tone in his voice. “It’s… work– the gang,” you reply, reluctant to even mention it. But you can’t bear to hide anything else from him. “I– I have to go,” you add, your mind jumbled, unable to prioritise one worry over the other.

You walk up to him, stopping just outside of his personal space, wanting to reach out but knowing that you really, really shouldn’t.

“I’m sorry, Tae,” you say, looking up at him. You might never see him this close again– you clear your throat in an attempt to get rid of the growing lump in there. “I really am.”

His jaw clenches, and your heart drops. “I’m sorry, too.”

Fighting the urge to hug him tightly, you simply nod, unable to muster even the smallest, saddest smile. He returns the gesture halfheartedly. Averting your eyes, you try to swallow the lump in your throat as you grab your gym bag, sling it over your shoulder and walk out. As you make your way up the stairs, you feel your heart sink further and further into your stomach – the urge to turn around and run right back to Taehyung almost overwhelms you.

Gritting your teeth, you take a breath and push on, unlocking your phone.

PJM On my way [01:37]

You take a deep, shuddering breath as you pull up to the Black Horse. Glancing in the rearview mirror, you curse under your breath – your eyes are puffy and your cheeks are streaked with tears. With a sigh, you lean forward to rest your head against the steering wheel, taking a deep breath to at least try to get yourself to stop crying.

But you just can’t get it out of your head. You can’t stop thinking back to the way Taehyung had looked at you– as if a light had gone out in his eyes.

Pressing the palms of your hands to your eyes, you shake your head again and again and try to focus on something, anything else. Putting on a mask had always come so easily. You feel like you should be happy that it’s much more difficult for you now, but you can’t bring yourself to agree.

Gritting your teeth, you rub your eyes and hit your cheeks in the hope that it will distract you just enough. You quickly step out of the car, breathing in the cool night air and slowly but surely calming yourself down.

You check your phone as you walk up to the crowded bar, soft light pouring into the street from its windows, chatter seeping out through its double doors. You’ve got a few unread texts from Jungkook, but you don’t dare open them. They’ll probably make you cry again. He must’ve seen Taehyung on his way out, or have gone to check on him, and seen how badly he was doing…

Shaking your head, you shove the thought away. You push one of the doors open and slip inside, your stomach bubbling with nerves.

The bar is hot and crowded and smells of alcohol, sweat, something fried. Every booth and table is occupied with regular patrons and gang members alike – you don’t bother to try to tell them apart. You don’t recognise anyone, anyway. The crowd is rowdy tonight, though; multiple groups of people are grinning and cheering at nearly everything.

The lights are low – you’ve got that going for you, at least. People might mistake the red blotches on your cheeks for a tipsy blush. With a sigh, you make your way over to the bar. An icy cold feeling has seeped into your bones, and you shiver despite the heat. You don’t exactly expect your jacket to help, but you keep it on anyway, slipping onto an empty stool a couple seats away from a hooded figure chatting to Seokjin.

As soon as your elbows touch the shiny wooden bar, Seokjin lifts his head and smiles. “Y/N, you’re quick!” he says, walking over to you and swiping a glass from the shelves, pouring your beer of choice without having to be asked to do so. His black, short-sleeved uniform stretches across his shoulders as he moves. “You look like shit, by the way, are you okay?”

You heave a sigh, glancing around you. “Not really,” you say, thanking him as he hands you the glass. Seokjin raises his brows, leaning towards you. “Relationship troubles,” you simply reply, chugging half the glass.

“Ah,” is all he says, nodding empathetically as he glances at your rapidly emptying glass, then back up at you. “I’m sure you guys will be fine. You seemed great together.”

Putting down your glass, you stare down at the brew, the foam sticking to the inside of the glass, and you swish the remaining liquid around. “I don’t know,” you mutter, feeling another wave of tears well up. You quickly take a breath and down the rest of your drink. “I guess we’ll see.”

“That’s the spirit,” Seokjin says with a gentle smile. He puts a water in front of you before you’ve even put down your empty glass, and you nod gratefully. He returns the nod, stepping back to clean some dirty glasses. “Boss’s on his way here, by the way, so he should be –”

Someone sits down on a stool right beside you and Seokjin swallows the rest of his sentence. “Speaking of,” he says, nodding at the man that’s just arrived. You look aside, trying not to tense immediately. He’s clad in a dark suit, his greyish hair impeccably done, a neutral look on his face as Seokjin wordlessly serves him a Scotch on the rocks. “I’ll leave you guys to it.”

Jimin nods and takes a slow sip from his glass. His movements are slow – they seem calculated down to the millimetre. “Evening, Y/N,” he finally says, his voice so low you can barely hear it over the shouting at the other end of the bar.

“Evening,” you reply, your hand tightening around your glass of water. You can’t read his face, and it’s both frustrating and terrifying.

“That raid you tipped us off about,” he starts. Straight to the point, as per usual. For the umpteenth time tonight, your heart starts to beat faster and faster, an ice-cold sensation rapidly spreading through your veins. You know the information was legit, but you still feel… icky. Like your day is about to get a whole lot worse.

“Yeah?” you ask cautiously, taking a sip of water.

He turns to face you fully, his hand still wrapped around his glass of Scotch. His face remains completely devoid of emotion as he waits to answer. Just fucking say it, man. What are you, a game show host?

“We were just in time,” he finally says, lifting his hand and holding it out for you to shake. An unusually warm and genuine smile filters through his stone-faced expression, his eyes subtly crinkling at the corners, and you hide your sigh of relief. “It’s good to have you with us again.”

A bright smile pulls at your lips and you shake Jimin’s hand, despite the feeling that you’re unwittingly selling your soul to the devil. Again. “Good to be back.”

Jimin nods approvingly, picking up his glass and slipping off the barstool. “We’ll discuss practicals later. Just take tonight to get reacquainted, maybe enjoy yourself a little. You look like you need it.”

The way he pats your shoulder is supposed to be familial, welcoming, reassuring, so you simply take it and send him a smile as he walks away. But it only feels unsettling, and a bitter taste spreads through your mouth as you look back down at your water.

You miss Taehyung.

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a/n: I hope you enjoyed it!! Thanks so much for reading, and I hope you’re looking forward to these final parts as much as I am😊 I hope you have a wonderful day/night wherever you are!!💕💕

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Try - Ch. 13

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑇𝑎𝑒ℎ𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝐽𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑥 𝐽𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛, 𝐽𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛 𝑥 𝑇𝑎𝑒ℎ𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑔, 𝑇𝑎𝑒ℎ𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑥 𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝐵𝐷𝑆𝑀 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡, 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 18+ (𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑛, 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠.)

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑗𝑜𝑏𝑠, 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 (𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑘), 𝑇𝑎𝑒ℎ𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝐽𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛'𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑜𝑚, 𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠, ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑗𝑜𝑏𝑠, 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑠(? 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑡.), 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑗𝑜𝑏𝑠, 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑙 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒, 𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑎𝑙, 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑣𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑚 + 𝑒𝑥ℎ𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑚.

𝐴/𝑛: 𝑂𝑘𝑎𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝐺𝑂𝐷 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑔𝑙𝑒 𝐷𝑜𝑐𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒. (𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑗𝑜𝑏, 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝐸𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑎.). 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑'𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑓𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝐵𝑇𝑊, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒. 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑖𝑡. 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟. (𝐼𝑑𝑖𝑜𝑡.) 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝐸𝑌- 𝑠𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝐴𝑛𝑦𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠, 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦! <3

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His fingers wrap the end of his cigarette, using his other to cover the newly born flame. He’s quick to put it out, huffing in a large, drawn out breath of flavored smoke. His deep, chocolate eyes take glances around the beautiful sight Jungkook’s apartment offered. 

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Jungkook inquired, reaching his arms around to hold Taehyung’s waist loosely. He shrugs, scoffing softly at the thought. 

“Not much talking, koo.” Taehyung’s fingers flick the tiny nub of leftovers down onto the concrete patio, foot stepping on the burning stick to extinguish the embers. 

Jung lets out a deep sigh, plopping down onto his small patio chair. Legs spread wide, elbows resting as he sinks deep into thoughts. 

“What are we doing..” Taehyung’s eyebrow quirks at Jungkook’s saddened tone. Twisting his body around, he comes to kneel down next to the younger. Hand rubbing light circles into his shoulder blade as a comforting mechanism. 

“Jimin always had a quick temper. He’ll come back around eventually.”

Jungkook scoffs, eyes training on the little tree line below his apartment. The sun’s afternoon rays burn upon the couple. White, puffed clouds paint the sky like a piece of art. The fresh smell of drawn baked goods and busy streets set Jungkook’s heart into place, relaxing into Taehyung’s embrace. 

The older man stands up, extending a hand out to his lover. “Come on, let’s go somewhere.” 

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Mountain scapes blend the blue skies, as a flock of birds soar over the two. Taehyung’s slide ons had been flipped off, landing on the sandy beach somewhere. He’d grabbed Jungkook, pulling the two towards the ocean’s brushing waves. The salty waters swallow each other whole. 

The couple throws a few cupped water hands at each other, sending them both into a fit of laughter. After a fun time playing in the ocean, Taehyung and Jungkook had laid out on the blanketed sand’s surface. Jungkook’s back faces upwards to soak up the most of today’s sun. Taehyung’s hand slipped into the maknae’s, while admiring the group of children building a sandcastle far off into the distance. 

He lets out a sigh, mind wandering back to the very person his thoughts had been set on for the past few days. 

Jungkook turns over, entertaining Taheyung’s deep thoughts. As if he could feel the same his lover had felt, Jungkook’s hand tightens on Taehyung’s to comfort the older. 

He lets out a deep sigh, leaning back to prop himself on the balls of his palms. “I want kids.” 

Jungkook nods, silently agreeing with his partner before turning around to lay his face the other way. “You’ve got some weird fetishes, Hyungie.” Taehyung lets out a light chuckle, slowly nodding his head in agreement. 

“Hey, you’re the one who wanted me to wear your iron man socks during sex.” Jungkook’s face tints, deepening the rosy hue on his cheeks. 

“I like it..” Taehyung hums, silently cooing at Jungkook’s shy expression. 

“And I like kids.”  

He turns over, facing Taehyung now. Arm propped up to support his head, body twisting to mimic Rose’s ‘paint me like one of your French girls’.

“With me or Y/n?” 

Taehyung thinks for a second before a wide smile creeps his lips. “Both.” 

Jungkook chuckles, pulling the towel up onto the two of them. “I don’t think Jimin would like that plan so much..” 

Taehyung sighs, sucking on the paper roll between his two lips before letting out a clouded gray breath. 

“What’s with you and her anyways? You’re always so hot and cold.” Jungkook’s lips fall to answer, but close a few moments of silence. 

“I.. don’t know. She makes me feel hot and cold like that.  It’s- sometimes my mouth either won’t open at all, or it can’t shut up.” Taehyung laughs, ruffling his lover’s hair before offering the cigarette. Jungkook takes a short breath from the circular stick before handing it back to Taehyung, coughing a bit. 

“Mmm, I get that.” Jungkook twists, eyes taking a glance up to meet his boyfriend. “What about you?” Taehyung thinks for a second, pondering his true feelings towards you before answering. 

“Dunno. It’s like- I want to protect you and her. But then Jimin-” Taehyung scoffs lightly, sucking on the last bit of toxic breaths before smothering the embers into the sand. 

“Jimin makes me feel-”

“Horny?” Taehyung lets out a sharp laugh, hitting Jungkook’s tanning back out of habit. “Quiet, child.” 

“If I’m a child then you’re a pedo.” Jungkook pokes Taehyung’s chest lightly, a teasing sile perks his lips. 

“Oh shut up.” Taehyung groans, eyes rolling playfully. Just when the silence bares down once more, a vibration sounds from up under Jungkook’s body. He sits up, hands running over their things before sitting on his phone. 

“It’s Jimin.” Taehyung sits up, wondering if anything bad happened. 

“He- wants us to meet him at the Louville tonight.” 

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Clinks of fine china and silverware echo the luxurious mansion-like restaurant. The two had sat at the table, Jimin waving both over.

Their eyes fall upon your dolled up figure. The A-line, sweetheart cocktail dress hugged your figure comfortably. Gold jewelry adores the base of your neck, with a matching bracelet set to match. Their favorite smile paints your small features. 

Jungkook’s the first to say anything. “Wow..”

You giggle, sliding over in the booth to his side. Your manicured fingers come to brush a few strands of hair from his forehead. Your rosy lips press a short kiss to his cheek. He watches your reach across his lap, entwining your hands with Taehyung’s as well, cuddling up to the two of them. 

“I missed you guys” That makes their hearts swell. Taehyung lifts your hand, lips pecking your soft knuckle in a sweet manner. 

“Us too.” Their eyes train up a relaxed figure across from the three of you. Jimin had sat the folded menu prop up, eyes scanning over the options. Jungkook’s throat tightens at the atmosphere. Jimin’s eyebrow quirks, looking up between the three of you through lidded eyes. 

The tug of your grip on Jungkook’s arm pulls his eyes away from Jimin’s mysteriously laxed self. 

“Kookie, I think you and I should go shopping this weekend. Maybe check out the new stores that the mall just opened” He nods, flashing a cute smile your way. You crawl over his lap, squeezing yourself between the two men. They share a confused glance before looking down at you. 

“I really missed you guys.” You lean over, pecking each one of their cheeks. Taehyung notices the slight glance Jimin had sent their way, his lips wrapped around the wine glass he’d been nursing for the past ten minutes. 

“Yeah.. yeah us too, Y/n.” He coos, placing his hand on the ball of her exposed knee. She giggles, carding her fingers through Taehyung’s newly permed locks. 

“You already told us that, Y/n.” Jungkook cuts in, sending his lover a questioning look. Taehyung returns the same. Jungkook’s fall upon Jimin's unfazed posture. He looked like a man reading the newspaper while his children played in the front yard. 

Jungkook’s leg reaches under the table, trying to get the eldest attention. Jimin’s eyebrow quirks, a dominating aura surrounds his dressed frame. 

Taehyung’s head cranes, taking a glance down to you to meet your eyes. “Why are you suddenly so cuddly, Y/n?” He questions, watching the way your body practically tried molding itself around his poor bicep. 

“She’s already had a glass of wine this evening.” Jimin cuts in, commenting so casually. A silence covers the atmosphere, as they focus on ordering their food. Once the waiter’s questioning glances are gone, Taehyung starts off. 

“So.. we good, Jimin?” He questions, watching Jimin down the last of his mahogany tinted wine. 

“Mmm, we’re good.” Taehyung lets out a heavy sigh, a huge weight being lifted from his shoulders. Jungkook’s quick to cut in, getting just a -tad- uncomfortable with your sudden clinginess.

“She was never this cuddly after sex..” Jimin chuckles, reaching across the table to pull off a piece of bread. His foot rubs against yours, making you go stiff immediately. Jungkook’s eyebrow raises at the sudden change. 

“Behave, Y/n.” Jimin’s controlled voice commands you to calm yourself. You nod, shifting in your seat to remove yourself from the two men. 

“We didn’t have sex today. I just took her to the festival.” The two men, watching your posture, straighten at Jimin’s comment. 

“You sure? She’s acting like a dog..” Taehyung quips, eyebrow raising in concern for his baby. 

Your eyes flash to meet, hand clinging to his. “I’m just really excited, that’s all.” Your genuine smile makes Taehyung’s shoulders go lax. 

“Think I would bitch train my girlfriend, Taehyungie?” Jimin’s bite back, annoyed by his friend’s assumption. 

Taehyung shakes his head, patting the inside of your thigh out of habit. “No.” 

“I think you would.” Jungkook’s comment makes your head crane to set on the younger. A smirk tugs at the corner of Jimin’s lips. 

“Really?” He leans forward, resting his chin on his propped palms. Jimin’s foot rubs against the inner part of Jungkook’s tibia. His body stiffens at the touch. 

“Please, elaborate for the class, darling.” Jimin’s teasing register makes the atmosphere thicken with heavy lust. Taehyung had even gone stiff from his best friend’s tone. 

“I- Well I think you’re capable of it..” Jungkook’s voice fades out, feeling the hardening of his cock straining in his trousers.

“I’m capable of many things, Koo. Be more,” The tip of Jimin’s shoe brushes the tent forming between Jungkook’s thick thighs. He chokes, spitting out some of his water. 

“Specific.” 

Taehyung’s lips pulled between his teeth at the sight. He scoots over to Jimin's side, trying to be as nonchalant as possible while leaning over to ‘talk casually’ on the shell of Jimin’s ear. Jimin’s hand lowers, circling tiny shapes on the inner of Taehyung’s thighs. His voice lowers, eyes trained on your stilled figure. 

“Lovely,” He cooed, eyes motioning over Jungkook's tense self. You immediately know, lowering yourself below the table’s space. Jimin’s working foot is replaced by Your small frame, sat between Jungkook’s tensing thighs. He glances down, seeing your little doe-like irises poke out from under the black, luxurious tablecloth. Your finger presses against your lips, free hand undoing the button of his navy blue trousers. His hips shift, bucking towards you at the brush of your fingers along the skin of his groin. 

His eyes lid, chin tilting back at the pleasure before setting upon Jimin’s smirking expression. His lips form an O-shape, quietly motioning for the maknae to remain quiet. 

Your lips wrap around the tip, applying kitten-like licks to his squishy tip, cleaning the beading pre-cum from his leaking cock.Jimin watches Jungkook’s fingers tighten on the table’s edge, smirking at the younger’s quite obvious reaction. 

Taehyung’s hand brushes over Jimin’s crotch, wanting to join in on the fun he’d so easily given Jungkook. Jimin chuckles darkly, whispering against the shell of his ear. “You want something, baby?” 

Taehyung’s lips part, an ache settling in between his thighs at Jimin’s lowered voice. He could only let out a sighful moan, nodding. That makes a chuckle erupt from Jimin's chest. His hand squeezes Taehyung’s thigh assertively, a dark aura lurking around the entire booth. 

“Use your words, baby boy.” Taehyung’s lips fall, hands coming up to grip on Jimin’s toussels. He’s quick to remove his hands, guiding Taehyung’s palm over his own hardened clothed cock. Jimin’s fingers are at the male’s chin before gently adjusting his head to set up Jungkook’s falling apart figure. Heavy pants roll off his lips, trying his best to seem at least a tiny bit normal. 

Jimin leans into the shell of Taehyung’s ear, hot breaths rolling past his cheeks. “Touch yourself for me.” 

Taehyung’s quick abide, unclasping the buttons of his trousers, sliding his hand into the elastic of his boxers. He groans, palm wrapping around his cock tightly. Jimin’s smirk irkes him from the sidelines, his voice hushed and toned as he guides Taehyung to his release. 

“Look at your little boyfriend. Getting sucked off under the table of this restaurant.” Taehyung moans, free hand reaching to the side to grip onto Jimin’s thigh. He chuckles, placing his atop the younger’s in a soothing motion. 

“Slow, baby.. Plenty of time here.” He nods, slowing his motions against the length of his cock. Jimin’s hand reaches under, thumbing over Taehyung’s leaking slit. The younger’s body is sent into a fit of shivers, mouth gaping at the touch. His hand grip Jimin’s, thighs squeezing together in agony. A smirk quips Jimin’s lips at the desperation Taehyung had in his squeezed eyes. Jimin’s lips ghost over the thinned skin of the male’s neck, hot breath rolling off the heated surface. Teeth grazed Taehyung’s collarbone, as the older wrapped his palm clasp over his cock, replacing Taehyung’s hand with his own. 

“F-Fuck..” Taehyung groans over, legs unconsciously spreading wider to give him more access. His head lulls back, eyes fluttering to keep open. Jimin watches his chest rise and fall in a rapid pace, knuckles clenching at his side thigh from overstimulation. 

He reaches out, taking Taehyung’s rounded chin between his two fingers, guiding his attention towards Jungkook’s struggling self. He’d been gripping the table’s white cloth for about  five minutes now, fists balling the material as your hand had cupped his balls to message. 

The two locks gaze for a second before Jungkook’s thrown back head breaks the stare. Jimin smirks, watching as Taehyung’s bottom lips pull inwards before popping back out to flash a much deeper color. 

Jimin’s hand motions start to speed up, a slight sheen of sweat glides down the surface of the poor man’s body he’d been teasing for the last five minutes. Taehyung’s hand flies to the side, hands struggling to unbutton the older’s jeans. Once undone, Taehyung’s hand is quick to wrap around Jimin’s cock, making his motions on Taehyung’s length fall slow. 

Jimin’s eyes fall upon the youngest of the group. Jungkook’s heavy pants had drawn a few stares from across the large dining hall, but never stayed enough to enjoy the dirty sight. A smirk tugs the corner, picking up the pace on Taehyung’s angered cock. Taking a lean to the side, Jimin’s soft voice scratches upon Taehyung’s sweat glistened skin. 

“Baby’s wanting to have fun with my dick now?” He chuckles, grazing the sharps of his incisors along the muffled boy’s side neck. Jimin’s eyes take a glance at Jungkook's, noticing how the younger’s thigh clenches in spasms, lips forced to fall at the swirl of your tongue along his tip. A smirk presses Jimin’s lips. 

“Look at that Taehyung-ie,” He coos, bringing his friend’s attention toward Jungkook’s uncontrolled shaking. Jimin leans back a little more before tightening his hold on Taehyung’s cock, making the male groan loudly to grip Jimin’s own length. 

“Looks like our little maknae is almost done, wouldn’t you say?” He smirks, moving his hand quickly along Taehyung’s girth. His head lulls back, spine arching in his seat from the sudden rush of pleasure. Taehyung’s mouth is permanently hung wide, shifting in a different way at Jimin’s speed. Jimin’s voice lowers to a mere whisper along the male’s shell. 

“You wanna cum?” Taehyung’s head immediately nods, earning Jimin’s lips a sadistic curl. 

“You sure?” He teases, slowing down his motions along Taehyung’s cock when he starts twitching in Jimin’s hold. Taehyung lets out a muffled whine, toes curling in agony at the loss. 

Jimin’s free hand runs along Taehyung’s broad shoulder, fingertips dancing lightly against his skin while his lips come to graze the shell of his ear. “Beg for it.” 

Taehyung’s quick to respond word flying out left and right. Anything to get the release he’s been so desperate for. “Please hyung I- Fuck it hurts..” Jimin lets out a chuckle, head shaking lightly as he tsks. 

“Not my name, baby boy.” 

He groans, eyes mentally rolling at the word he’s requesting. Taehyung’s voice lowers to a dangerous level; before answering. 

“Please- daddy.” 

“Good boy.” His hand picks up speed just as fast as it had lost it, which immediately sent Taehyung’s lips into a fit of moans in which Jimin’s free hand had to discreetly mask. 

“That’s right baby, be a good boy and cum for me. Cum all over my hand like the little cock slut you are.”  The hot breathy moans that Jimin’s hand had been covering had made his palm dampen against Taehyung’s plump lips. Jimin watches as the little vein in his friend’s neck begins to throb along with the same pattern his rapidly beaten cock had been pulsing with. 

Taehyung’s fingers rip through the plastic sheen draped over the table, lips falling to rest at an O-shape as his chest heaves the most head-turning moan. Legs shaking underneath the table in a fit of after-spasms. The tip of his cock drenched in strings of cum. Jimin chuckles to himself, using a napkin from your side of the table to clean up the mess. 

On the other side of this porno introduction sits an edged and beaten Jungkook. Sexually, anyways. He’d follow a similar approach to concealing his sounds like Taehyung. Tried everything, in fact. Napkin over the cough, a few fits of coughing -that had backfired because he’d groaned out when your fingertip pressed against his slit, denying the poor boy of his well deserved release-. What he thought he deserved anyways. Once gel-ed back and clean locks had now fallen out of place, sweat trickling down the sides of his forehead and neck as he gripped onto the table’s edge for dear life. Sloppy and wet sounding moans rumble from underneath the table, earning yourself a little nudge to your thigh, courtesy of Jimin’s silent instruction. 

In one quick motion you’re up and fixing your dress, sitting right beside Jungkook like nothing had even happened. 

He didn’t cum. 

Fuck-

He didn’t cum.

His cock had been twitching for ten fucking minutes from your teases. Edging him on further than he could’ve ever imagined. 

Jimin’s rules or not. 

He’s gonna get back at you. 

Both of you.

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