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[theharrowing]

Collateral 🗡️ 11: Something you will have in abundance

Your ex-boyfriend gets in over his head working for the local mafia, and Boss Min has come to collect his payment: You.

But was it simply a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or has he always had his sights on you?

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🗡️ Yoongi x Female Reader x Namjoon 🗡️ word count: 13.9k 🗡️ mafia au, strangers to lovers, graphic violence, major character injury, poly, smut, angst, fluff, nsfw, explicit, 21+ 🗡️ warnings: difficult conversations and heavy feelings, threesome (oral sex, vaginal & anal sex, a train-like position? you'll see.)

🗡️ note: this chapter is a mess. whew! you may get frustrated with how i decide mc feels throughout this one, but she's my character, and i want her to be a little broken. 

🗡️ beta read by @neoneunnajimin​ 

🗡️ posted nov. 2022 | read on ao3

The restaurant Yoongi brings you and Namjoon to is a dinky sushi spot in some back alley downtown. You always enjoy these places the most—the unassuming-on-the-outside, amazing-on-the-inside restaurants that Yoongi seems to prefer. 

The three of you are led to a private room, and before you have a chance to sit on the thick, red velvet cushions which line the back wall, servers are coming to fill glasses with rice wine and water, and inform you that dinner will be ready shortly. Yoongi must have called ahead. The servers exit, and anxiety settles in.

There is probably no need to feel nervous since it makes sense that Yoongi would already know everything about your past. But what if he was directly involved in what happened to you back then? What if Yoongi's family was in charge of the honey bees who sent you to kill Seungri? You are not sure you can handle the ramifications of everything being a setup from the start, knowing just how little control you have had this entire time. 

You have also compartmentalized the entire event to the extent that telling truth from fabrication is difficult, and you are unsure how much of the dream you can actually trust. It has been years since you dreamt so vividly about the penthouse, and you have not thought much about the honey bees or the queen in so long. 

Once the three of you are settled down and the serving staff leaves, Namjoon busies himself with putting slices of sashimi onto your and Yoongi's bowls of rice and pushing side dishes in front of the two of you. It feels oddly domestic, being squished between the two of them while one of them dotes on you, but it helps calm your nerves. 

The sound of Yoongi clearing his throat pulls you from your thoughts, and you feel the breath hitch in your throat with anticipation. Yoongi must notice because he chuckles and rests his hand on your knee.

"I am sure you have a lot of questions," Yoongi begins. "But why don't I tell you my story and then you can tell me yours?"

You nod and crack a smile. This feels like a good way to ease into the topic, especially considering it has been so long since you have discussed any of the events aloud, and you are unsure how you may feel. 

Yoongi picks up a bite of food and closes his eyes to savor it. It is a simple act—the puffing of his cheeks as he chews, and the crescents that his eyes become—but you feel so captivated by how soft and serene he looks in this moment, and you cannot tear your gaze away. He swallows his mouthful and takes a sip of his rice wine, then sets his utensils down and angles his body toward yours, clasping his hands over one of your knees, sending a wave of warmth through you.

"Before I was born, my family did not have control over everything that we do now, including the brothels, and, at the time, the trafficking circles. Over the course of many years, my mother weaseled her way into becoming in charge of the largest brothel in this country. Her goal was to overthrow the men in charge and give the workers a better way of life, which, of course, was something she could not orchestrate on her own, nor out in the open, so she began to seek out workers to help create an uprising of sorts."

"The queen," you mutter under your breath, and Yoongi's grip on your knee tightens before releasing. 

"Yes and no. The queen you knew of came after my mother—" Yoongi stops, and the words sound as if they are caught in his throat, so you wait for him to resume. There is a shifting beside you as Namjoon leans into your space and wraps an arm around you, reaching to give Yoongi's shoulder a squeeze. No emotion is conveyed on Yoongi's face as he gathers himself and clears his throat. "What led to the uprising that you were part of was in retaliation for what they did to her. That is also why the mission was so rushed."

You are left with more questions than answers, but Yoongi has a faraway look in his eyes, causing you to question whether this may be something he is not prepared to talk about, after all. 

Namjoon shifts again beside you, and asks, "May I?" to which Yoongi hums and nods.

There is already fish and rice on the end of Namjoon’s chopsticks, and he takes a bite before continuing, so you turn away from Yoongi to give him a little space, and to finally grab your chopsticks and dig in. The tuna practically melts in your mouth, and you find yourself savoring the bite much like Yoongi had, with your cheeks puffed and eyes closed. The atmosphere feels tense, and you are relieved when Yoongi picks up his utensils and begins to eat, as well.

"As Yoongi was saying," Namjoon finally begins, softly, "before any of us were born, Yoongi's mother was coming into power. His father had begun to strategize taking over the brothels and trafficking ring—the latter with the hope of shutting it down—and his mother was eager to do anything she could to help."

"She was just like you," Yoongi mutters softly, "before my father took her away from the club and brought her into the family."

Just like you. Perhaps the words should not sting, but they do, and you feel yourself stiffen, shoulders drawing up as if to protect yourself. 

Just like what, you wonder? A stray without a family? A cheap whore? A piece of meat to get passed around by the slimy men of the underground circuits? A pawn used to carry out a hired assassination for the so-called greater good, with hardly an explanation of why? 

You attempt to tamp down the anger that rises within you, but it feels difficult to do when your past is spoken about so nonchalantly. Luckily, Namjoon cuts in before you have a chance to gather enough angry thoughts to throw back at Yoongi, and you take another mouthful of sashimi and rice.

"Yoongi's mother was left to the streets at a young age and found herself working as a prostitute to make ends meet. She was picked up by Seungri's predecessor and passed around until one day, Yoongi's father met her, hired her for a night, and eventually took her home. They slowly became influential within the sex work market, and stayed mostly on the sidelines, strategizing takeover plans, until Yoongi came along and pulled their attention away to more important matters for a while. She was like you in that she did not have family support, and she did what she had to, to survive." Namjoon's hand gently rubs over your shoulders, and as the warmth spreads from his palm, you find yourself relaxing into the touch. 

"As Yoongi's father slowly became a partner in the brothers, overseeing operations and offering to let them use some of his men for security, his mother was brought in to oversee worker conditions, and to be a bridge between them and Seungri. She became somewhat of a figurehead within the scene, and the workers favored her above all others, but she was torn between those responsibilities and being a mother, and somewhere along the line, Seungri managed to once again gain more control." 

Hearing his name rises bile to your throat, and you reach for your glass and take a big drink of your rice wine. Then, you grab your chopsticks and place a piece of fish atop a bite of rice.

Yoongi lets out a deep sigh, as if fortifying himself against a coming storm, then says, "Seungri slowly became violent, both with the workers, and with his own men. It took a while to get proof of his doings, but once people started to come to my mother for help, she began to create a network of workers, with the hope of building an army of sorts. This went on for a little over a decade before there was any sign of uprising."

The honey bees. You were quickly brought into the group upon your arrival to the compound. You wonder if you remember Yoongi's mother at all.

"The first uprising was small but calculated, and it took out several men. Seungri, however, caught wise, and not only did he beat the woman who was sent to assassinate him, but he quickly caught onto what was happening, forcing my mother into hiding." 

There is a bitterness to Yoongi's tone, and he takes another bite of food. You pause with the food you had gathered in your chopsticks, hovering just before your mouth as the realization hits you. Rumors of what happened to the old queen—the details of which were so gruesome, you never fully believed they were true. If what they say is true, then Yoongi's mother—

"Sadly," Namjoon says softly, "Yoongi's mother was found, and Seungri used her as a means to...teach the others a lesson."

"So what the honey bees said was true," you mutter, lowering your food back to your bowl.

"What did they say?" Yoongi asks, solemnly.

You squeeze your eyes closed and shake your head slowly. Although the police attempted to cover the murder and keep it out of the public's eye, word spread fast, and there was a photo that was passed along, showing up in text messages on your burner phone from unsaved numbers. 

The photo was unclear, but it did not have to be detailed; you knew what it contained. Hanging by her neck from a rope, out of her penthouse apartment window, was a woman in a long back dress, with long black hair covering her face. All you had been able to make out from the image were arms and legs and a hint of neck, but you knew it was a woman. With the image always came the same message, over the course of the several years you spent in that hellhole: This is what happens to whores who think they wield power.

Your voice is shaky and sullen, and when you open your eyes, the room feels too bright. "They said she was beaten and taken to her apartment, where they hanged her from her window, and there, she died. The ph-photo..." 

The urge to vomit overwhelms you, and you bury your face in your hands, squeezing your eyes closed again. 

"You saw it?" Namjoon asks softly, and you nod your head. 

With a sigh, you drop your hands and will yourself to open your eyes. The food before you looks amazing, but you do not have the appetite to enjoy it. Perhaps discussing this over dinner was an unwise decision. 

"It was sent around every so often,” you continue. “Whenever talk of the honey bees would come to light. They knew we were still plotting but could not prove it, so they used her photo as a scare tactic."

"Within the span of three months,” Yoongi says with a heavy exhale, “I lost my father and my mother. And my wedding was called off. I can't help but loathe the woman who failed to kill Seungri," he mutters. His voice sounds broken and strained—so unlike the Yoongi you know. "But I am grateful for you. Everything changed because of you."

"Because of the queen who was brave enough to replace your mother," you say. 

Yoongi takes your hand in both of his, and you turn to finally look at him. He looks weathered and tired, but when he cracks a soft smile, his eyes light up, and you cannot help but smile back. 

"He is very brave," Yoongi says. "He was only a teenager when he took over. And I will protect him with my life, always."

"He?" you ask, though as soon as the word leaves your mouth, you already know. Of course, it is him. It all makes sense. "Jimin?"

Yoongi smiles wide and lifts your hand to his lips. With a soft press of a kiss against your fingers, he says, "My, aren't you a clever one?"

What followed the revelation that Jimin was the queen who ordered you to murder a man began as a numbness that covered you, which became replaced by a slow but insistent cascade of feelings, many of which were negative. You quickly ate your dinner in silence and waited for it to be time to leave. Yoongi and Namjoon seemed to pick up on your shift in mood, and neither of them pressed you for more information. They made small talk and ate as well, but the conversation had ended there. 

You still have questions, but now you would like to direct them to the only person who can answer them. And he just so happens to be someone you do not want to see or speak with at the moment.

Namjoon—sweet, protective, sometimes slightly overbearing but well-intentioned Namjoon—insists you join him poolside to get some fresh air and clear your head. There is a chill in the faint breeze, and you wonder if sitting out here in the sunshine might be more effective in brightening your mood—literally and figuratively—but you had agreed to join him, if only to have an exorbitant amount of champagne while watching him strip down to his briefs and recline beside you in all his buff, tattooed glory. 

Your only caveat is that you lay under one of the canopied areas on the opposite side of the pool from the mansion doors. The top of the space is open, lending a nice view of the sky, and there are proper pool beds, and mesh curtains that close, allowing you to keep some of the cool air out. Namjoon even takes the liberty of turning on a propane heater that sits between the heads of both beds, slowly warming the space from above.

You lay on a pool bed with your black a-line halter spaghetti strap dress still on and shoes kicked off, but because it is just the two of you, you bend your knees and allow the skirt to fall and gather around your hips, revealing the black satin that barely covers you underneath. Especially with even a full glass of champagne in your system—which you down in record time—you could not care less. Let the bartender see, too, you think. To hell with it all.

"You are handling everything pretty well," Namjoon says with his eyes on the sky. 

From poolside, you can actually see some stars. Yoongi's property is far enough outside the city that the light pollution does not obstruct as much. But you still cannot see as many as you would like. In fact, you have no real concept of what a sky full of stars is; you have never actually left the city since arriving so many years ago.

"I'm chugging champagne," you counter Namjoon's lofty observation as you smile to the bartender, who has returned to fill your glass. He sets the remainder of the bottle on the table between you and Namjoon, and you thank the bartender sweetly, only for your expression to become a scowl as Namjoon notices, plucks the bottle away, and sets it on the floor on the opposite side of his chair. 

"What I mean," Namjoon begins, partially groaning through his words as he readjusts himself on his chair and sips from his mostly full glass, "is that you are not, I don't know, throwing a fit, or something."

This makes you scoff into your glass, spraying droplets of liquid onto your knees. 

"You expect me to be throwing a fit. Wow. Thanks for the vote of confidence, Joon."

There is a part of you that wants to be furious with the entire situation, and you imagine how exciting it might be to throw your champagne at Namjoon while shrieking about something or other, then storming away. But you are tired, and you do not want to waste alcohol, and Namjoon probably does not deserve that. Even if he would look fantastic startled and wet. 

Namjoon shifts position and sits up, swinging his tree trunk legs over the side of the pool bed, and you ogle him openly, biting on your lower lip as your eyes scan the rest of him. Why must he be so hot while you are so emotionally messy? Curse the gods or whatever for bringing him to you in a time like this. 

"I do not expect you to be throwing a fit," Namjoon says firmly, both hands gently holding his champagne glass while he watches you with sympathetic eyes. "What I meant to say was that, in your position, I would at least be visibly hurt. Probably crying. Definitely isolating myself. For you to be sitting out here with me and holding it together—champagne or not—is impressive, sweetheart."

"It is not that I'm holding it together," You say as you sit up and slowly turn to face Namjoon, but rather than return his gaze, all you can bring yourself to do is stare down at your glass of champagne. Your voice is weak, suddenly, and you swallow a lump. "I'm just bottling it up. And at some point, I will explode. I just—" a heavy sigh leaves your lungs, "—I'm just tired."

"Do you want to go to bed?" Namjoon offers. 

You shake your head. No, you do not want to go to bed. But you also do not want to be awake. You just want to be numb to the world and forget. Perhaps, with Namjoon beneath you, you could do just that. After a fortifying exhale, you down your champagne and set the glass on the small table beside your pool beds. 

When you finally meet Namjoon's gaze, his eyes are squinted and curious, and his lips hang slightly open. He watches you intently, following every move as you place both hands on the side of the bed and stand, stepping forward to tower over him. 

"I don't want to sleep. I want to forget."

Namjoon downs his champagne and sets his glass aside, then rests his arms at his sides. His gaze is bright and intense, threatening to turn you to ash. 

"Forget how?"

You shrug and nibble your lip, playing coy. 

"I don't know, daddy. I need you to help me figure it out."

Namjoon's eyes flash, and you grin, taking the slight shift in demeanor as an invitation. But then he fumbles around and twists, looking for the pants he discarded on the pool bed behind his. With an index finger waving in the air, he says, "Hold on, I just...I want to get permission. Since Yoongi isn't here."

And ordinarily, you would find this gesture charming, but right now, you are mildly intoxicated and impatient, and you want to ride this beefy hunk of a man until the only thing you can remember is his name. 

Also, you are annoyed, because, despite the amount of time you have spent in this mansion, by Yoongi's side, there has never been a label put on whatever it is you are doing, aside from jokes of you being a future mafia wife. So why should Yoongi be asked permission when you are not even really his, to begin with?

This, of course, contradicts all the worries you have been having about overstepping Yoongi’s boundaries and desires with regard to Namjoon being involved, but right now all you want to care about is yourself. You are not in the right mind to be worrying about much else, problematic as it may be.

You sit with a huff and fold your arms over your chest, muttering, "Just forget it."

Namjoon, however, is determined, and he types at lightning speed on his phone, ignoring your change in mood. Then he stands from his bed and says, "I'll be back in ten seconds," as he runs off. 

"Way to kill the vibe," you mutter under your breath as you slump back on the pool bed. You have half a mind to return to the mansion and go to bed, but Yoongi called a late-night meeting with some of his men, and you do not want to go inside, in case they are still there. 

Namjoon returns quickly, flinging the mesh curtain open, and he holds his hand out to you as he takes a seat on his pool bed while setting his phone down on the small table.

"Come here," he softly instructs. 

"What was that?" you ask with an amused lift of your brows, already forgetting some of your frustration now that he is back and looking oh-so-adorable.

"I told the bartender to go home for the night," Namjoon responds as he reaches for your hand and gently tugs you back onto your feet. You put up exactly one ounce of resistance before smiling playfully and standing. "And I wanted to make sure the guys weren't still in the living room."

You turn your head and attempt to look into the large glass windows to see if you can spot anyone, but between the mesh curtain and the dark, distant room, you can not make anything out. "Are they still there?"

Namjoon shakes his head with a smirk. "They will be gone for a while. Come here."

You allow yourself to be pulled closer, and you slot one of Namjoon's legs between yours, and one of yours between his. Your tone is teasing as you ask, "And why aren't you there, performing your duties as Master Min's second in command?"

"I am performing my duties," Namjoon says as his hands snake around your waist, and he brings you so close, his chin rests against your tummy. Namjoon looks earnest, gazing up at you as he continues, "I have to make sure you are okay."

Affection blooms in your chest, and you swallow hard in an attempt to ignore it. 

"And was that a direct order?" you ask in the same chiding manner as before. 

Namjoon glares, but it is playful, and there is no hint of resentment behind it.

 "No," he finally says. "I told him that I wanted to stay with you, and he wished me a good night."

You hum. Interesting. Although you have come to understand the love that Yoongi and Namjoon undoubtedly share, there is still a part of you that wonders if you could be a catalyst, of sorts. Sure, right now, everything is fun and exciting, but what about down the line? What sort of jealousies may arise, and what kinds of beasts will these men become?

For now, you allow yourself to bask in this moment. Namjoon's eyes slowly become dark as his hands run up your back and down to your hips. He pauses, then continues down, over your ass, and you find each exhale becoming shakier than the last. 

"And you got permission from his highness to touch me?" you tease with a lift of the brow, though your voice is less steady than before. 

Namjoon snickers, but his lips tug into a frown. You already know what he is thinking, and if you did not have 2 glasses of champagne and the rice wine from earlier flowing through your bloodstream, you might feel a bit guilty.

"He cares about you," Namjoon begins, and you lift a hand to press two fingers into his plush lips, effectively shutting him up.

"Don't," you mutter. "Not right now."

Namjoon nods and flays his fingers so his grip on your ass is wider, firmer. He gives you a squeeze, and your breath hitches. Then, he tugs you downward, forcing you to fumble to straddle him and sit down. You rest your hands on Namjoon's shoulders as you settle onto his lap, sitting with your knees on the bed and your short black skirt bunched up around your hips. 

"Show me how you fuck his highness," Namjoon growls as his hands slide up your back and tug you impossibly close. 

This makes you gasp, and Namjoon takes the opportunity to lick into your mouth, pulling a moan from deep within your chest as arousal floods your senses. Suddenly, you return to feeling like perhaps you are doing something wrong by getting so intimate with Namjoon without Yoongi around. There is no label on what the two of you are, but you have also been exclusive to one another until now. 

You hate that you feel an inkling of hesitation, but you sink into the feeling and suck Namjoon's bottom lip between your teeth to drown out the nagging voice that tells you to go slow. Namjoon moans, his fingers dig into your back, and there is no other place you want to be in this moment. 

"Lay down," you instruct against Namjoon's lips, and he groans as he begins to scoot back, quite haphazardly. 

You wiggle from his grasp and stand, watching as Namjoon swings his legs up onto the bed—trailing your eyes down his toned, tattooed chest, over his soft but muscular tummy, past the dizzying bulge in his briefs, to those thick fucking thighs. 

Once Namjoon is settled, you waste no time climbing on top of him and settling onto his hips. Namjoon's hands find your ass and he pulls you down against him, raking his erection over your core and sending a shiver down your spine as your head lolls back from the feeling. 

"I want you so fucking bad," Namjoon groans, sliding his hands up your back and pulling you down, against him. 

You crash into Namjoon's chest and kiss his jaw, his neck, his throat—anywhere you can reach in frenzied, hurried movements, and Namjoon uses his fingertips to gather the fabric of your short black dress and hike the skirt up past your hips. Floral notes blend with Namjoon's musk and make you dizzy as you kiss and explore lower, marking him with saliva and desire. You have no bra beneath the halter-style top, and your hard nipples rub against the soft fabric as you move down Namjoon's chest with your lips, teeth, and tongue.

Namjoon's skin tastes slightly sweet with a hint of salty sweat, and you move to the right to play with his nipple, flicking and nibbling and making him gasp. He writhes beneath you, rolling his cock into your tummy as you tease and taste him. 

"Fuck," Namjoon gasps, gently taking you by the head while half-sitting up, as if desperate to kiss you. You comply and lean forward, crashing your lips against his as you force him to lay back down. 

"Please," Namjoon whines, and you grin against his lips before giving his bottom one a little bite, making him gasp. 

"Please, what, Joonie?"

"I need you."

Your grin widens, and you mock him with a sweet lilt to your voice. "But you have me."

"Please," Namjoon whines again. "Please fuck me. You have no idea how badly I need you."

You sit up, placing your hands on Namjoon's chest as leverage, but also to hold him down. "You sound so pretty when you beg, Joonie."

"Please."

You tip your head to the side and roll your core against his erection, moaning as your panties dampen. 

"Tell me how badly you need me."

Namjoon groans and grips onto your tights with both hands. 

"I need to feel your tight pussy squeeze more than just my fingers. I need to fuck you."

A thrilling shiver runs through you. 

"Is that so?"

"Please."

And as much as you would love to lay down and command Namjoon to make you cum with his mouth and fingers before he can have you on his cock, you do not want to waste any time. Despite Namjoon saying the guys will be gone for a while, you want to get the show on the road—you don't exactly want to be caught. That is, unless Yoongi returns alone and decides to join you. 

"Wait," Namjoon says, lifting his hand to your cheek once more and gently taking you by the face. He sits up halfway, propped onto his other elbow. "I want to make sure that you know I'm not just in this for sex. I want to fall for you entirely, and love every part of you."

Your hands slip from Namjoon's shoulders and fall to your sides as an icy chill runs through you. Fall for you. Love. These phrases are too intense—too demanding for where your headspace is right now—and you feel horrified by the thought. 

Love is not something you have ever afforded yourself. Love is a surefire way to go supernova—to collapse on yourself like a dying star—burning too bright and too hot before becoming nothing but scattered remains in cold, otherwise empty space; dusty fragments of what used to be bright warmth.

Namjoon must sense your change in mood because he sits all the way up and attempts to wrap his arms around you. You flinch and scramble to your feet, getting the hell off of the pool bed and away from the man on it. 

"Wait," Namjoon pleas as he swings his legs over the side of the bed, "what did I say?"

You shake your head and back up until your calves hit the bed you previously occupied and you sit down, slumped with your arms around your torso. You acknowledge that there have been times of weakness during which you have allowed yourself to think you have been falling for Yoongi—times in which he has made you feel cared for and desired. 

But those moments were fleeting. Those moments were left unspoken.

This...this profession of love—of the desire to love—this is too much.

"I need to go," you mutter as you stand. "I'm sorry." 

You scurry out of the canopy, toward the mansion doors and scramble to grab onto the handle and push it open despite Namjoon showing no sign of following you. As you enter the empty hall and turn to pull the door shut, you glance in his direction to find him sitting with his head in his hands, elbows resting on his knees. You feel a slight tinge of guilt, but you turn away before the tinge can grow into a full smudge for you to wish to eradicate and fix.

The mansion is eerie at night—dark and silent and empty. As you run up the stairs, you keep your eyes fixed ahead, and when you reach your bedroom, you throw the door open and closed, locking the knob before crawling into your bed and pulling the covers over your head. A faint glow comes into your window from a single light outside which allows cameras to see the perimeter of that area of the house, but otherwise, your room is completely dark. 

Under your cover, where it is warm, silent, and completely absent of professions of love, you close your eyes and steady your breathing until you eventually fall asleep.  

You are surprised, when you wake up, to find the sun shining brightly. Nobody has come knocking at your door. 

A feeling of sadness washes over you as you sit up and stretch, but you remind yourself that you are alone because you made the choice to be alone, and that you have nothing to feel sad about. Still, you are a bit disappointed to find that Yoongi had not bothered checking in at all.

You get out of bed and make your way to the closet to change out of last night's dress and into matching black sweatpants and sweater. Then, you slide on some black slippers and shut off your closet light, and make your way to your bedroom door. Although you have no idea whether anyone is home, you want to grab a bite to eat. 

When you open your door, you are surprised to find Changbin standing in front of the entrance, with his back to you and his arms crossed over his chest. Excitement for seeing him after so long rises, then quickly dissipates as he shakes his head and says, "I have been instructed to not let you out until Yoongi comes for you."

Confusion hits first, then frustration. "You wh—"

"Please return to your room," Changbin says firmly, still refusing to turn his body to face you. "Yoongi will be with you shortly."

With a huff, you back into your room and shove the door shut, surprised by how loudly it slams—you had not meant to be so forceful, but you also made no attempt to be gentle. Then, you return to bed, with nothing else to do, abandoning your slippers to the floor, and pull the comforter back over your head. Sure, there are books and magazines you could read, and it would feel nice to take a shower, but sulking is the easiest, most convenient option, and, frankly, you feel too overcome with emotion to do anything else. 

Between Changbin and Felix, you are not quite as close to Changbin. But you still thought there was some level of friendliness between the two of you. Whatever he exhibited on the mezzanine was cold. 

"Whatever," you mutter to yourself as you squeeze your eyes shut to prevent tears from falling over. 

Fuck Changbin, fuck Yoongi, and Namjoon, and Jimin. Fuck every person who has ever made you feel small and disposable. And, worse yet, fuck every person who has made you question whether or not you could be worthy of love. The world is cold and unyielding, and you are not going to be a pawn in that stupid game. 

You breathe in deeply, through your nose, and out slowly, through your mouth, then you count backward from three hundred to ground yourself and to distract your mind from wandering to the depths of hell. Tears run hot down your cheeks, and you slow your breathing as gasps and sobs rock through you, all the while, you do your best not to acknowledge them. It is too hot under your cover, and you allow the enveloping warmth to remind you that you are present—that you are alive.

As you mutter, "Two hundred twenty-three," there is a knock at your door—gentle and familiar. Patient. 

With an exasperated sigh, you fling the cover from over your head and roll into the fetal position away from the door, responding, "What?" as sharply as you can. And as the door cracks open, you squeeze your eyes shut. 

"Darling?" Yoongi calls softly.

You do not respond. 

A sigh follows the sound of the door being closed. You hold your breath in anticipation for a touch or sound that does not come. 

Then, suddenly, a long moment later, a floorboard before you creaks, and a warm hand rests on your knee. Despite being somewhat surprised, you do not flinch. 

"Care to tell me what is bothering you?" Yoongi asks softly, and boy howdy, would you love to give him a piece of your mind. 

You open your eyes, careful to maintain a perfect scowl of your brows and lips. Yoongi looks beautiful squatting before you with his hair growing further past his ears, twisting at the ends with a volume you never knew possible. He is also wearing a tee and sweatpants, despite the sun being high enough for it to be late morning, if not noon. 

"Why did Changbin refuse to let me leave my room?"

Yoongi is expressionless, but his voice is tender. "Because that was the order he was given."

You squint your eyes harder. "Yeah. No shit. Why?"

With a sigh, Yoongi removes his hand from your knee, but he remains in a squatted position. 

"I was having a conversation that I did not wish for you to overhear."

"About what?"

A scoff rocks Yoongi, forcing him to readjust his footing. He shakes his head. "You are impossible."

The smile that tugs on Yoongi's pretty lips almost forms a crack in your hard exterior, and you look away from him, at your hand, which is resting palm down on the bed, beside your face. 

"It was nothing that pertains to you," Yoongi continues. "And it is not that I don't trust you. I just have to be careful, sometimes. This was between only two family men and myself."

"And you could not have gone into another room or something to discuss it," you mutter sadly, feeling your anger washed away and replaced by a pathetic, overwhelming aching in your chest. 

"No," Yoongi laughs. "I will discuss business in my own home wherever I please. Everyone else will bend to those needs. That is how it is."

You roll your eyes, resolved on being difficult. 

"Charming."

A moment of silence comes, and you welcome it. You tell yourself to stop being such a brat—to stop being dead set on taking something personally when there does not seem to be a real issue. Then, you swallow a lump that threatens to bring with it another myriad of emotions and nearly open your mouth to apologize when Yoongi sighs. 

"Darling, will you please tell me what is bothering you?"

At this you force yourself to sit up with a low groan, hanging your legs over the edge of the bed while hugging your arms around your torso. At this point, you just feel silly. You would rather not tell Yoongi what is bothering you. 

You shrug. 

"It's fine. I just—I don't know—I don't like feeling like a prisoner in my own home. Perhaps I should keep my phone available more so that you can communicate with me more directly."

"Having direct access to you would be nice."

Your eyes flit up to find Yoongi watching you with a sullen expression along with something else. Something soft. Something affectionate. 

"Namjoon said something last night that made me...uncomfortable," you admit.

"He told me."

Of course, he did. You can't help but wonder what else Namjoon said to Yoongi last night. And whether Namjoon slept in Yoongi's bed last night. Perhaps, you think, Namjoon did a little more than sleep in Yoongi's bed last night. 

"What did he tell you?"

Yoongi shakes his head and smiles softly. "Only that he was trying to assure you that he was not using you for sex and you got upset and left for bed."

"Upset," you say with a chuckle. 

"What was it that bothered you about what he said?"

You appreciate what Yoongi is trying to do—for you and for Namjoon—but this is a conversation that you do not want to be having with him. At least, not at the moment.

"I don't really want to talk about this right now."

"Fine."

You are a bit surprised by Yoongi's response but you do not question it. There was a time when you saw Yoongi as the kind of man who behaved as if he was owed all information about all things. And now, here he is, accepting no as an answer. Or, perhaps, he is accepting the idea of not yet as an answer. Perhaps he does expect access to your thoughts at some point in the near future. 

Love—and your aversion to it—is a conversation you and Yoongi will likely need to have. Especially if you are going to continue living under this roof as...whatever it is you are to him. Especially if Namjoon is to be included. Namjoon, who very clearly loves Yoongi. Namjoon, who Yoongi very clearly loves, in return.

"Are you up for joining me at an event tomorrow evening?" Yoongi asks. 

This question surprises you, but, then again, Yoongi has never been one to give you warning for anything, always telling you about something mere moments before it is set to happen.

"What type of event?"

"There are some important men who will be at the casino. I would like to have you by my side, at least for part of the evening. If you would like to run off to the nightclub after the appearance, or be escorted back home, we can arrange that."

You swallow a new lump—a lump of trepidation and uncertainty. 

"Will I be appearing with the ring on my finger?"

"Yes." Silence for a few beats, then, "So will you join me?"

You nod your head without giving it any thought. "Yes."

"Good."

Yoongi's phone rings, and he pulls it out of his pocket with a grimace, which fades when he sees Jimin's bright smile on the screen. You cower and look away, still not ready to face those feelings, just yet. He answers the phone immediately.

"Hello?"

You tip your head and Yoongi stands, holding up a finger to excuse himself as he says, "Jiminah, I could never be mad at you. Tell me what is happening. What do you need?"

Concern washes over you, but you settle back into bed, staring at the ceiling. This day already feels like a wash, and you decide instead to look forward to the event tomorrow, when you can dress up and play house, and pretend that everything is okay. 

It had not occurred to you until you found yourself standing at your vanity, smoothing out your black satin gown, that you would probably have to see Jimin again. You and Jimin have not spoken since the bath a few days ago, and now you know how your paths have crossed in the past, but you have not quite had the time to reconcile everything. 

A gentle knock at your door pulls you from your thoughts, and although you know that knock to belong to Yoongi, you still hold your breath as he slowly pushes the door ajar just enough to pop his head inside. 

"Darling," Yoongi says with a wide smile, "I've come to see how you are feeling."

You force a smile, feeling a sudden, overwhelming urge to cry, and you take a deep, slow breath. 

"Fine."

"I—" Yoongi begins, then he stands straight and takes a step into the room. He wears a white button-up with a very pronounced, pointed lapel, tucked into black satin slacks. His hair is styled to look wild and voluminous, tucked perfectly behind one ear while cascading in front of the other. You want to run your fingers through it, but there is definitely product holding the balance of keeping that mane looking both tamed and untamable. 

"You wore white," you mutter before he has a chance to say whatever is on his mind. "Should I change?"

Yoongi shakes his head and smiles. "No, you look perfect, darling. I will have a black satin jacket on; we will match."

"White heels, then, perhaps," you suggest, thinking about your rows and rows of shoes. There is a pair of white pointed-toe heels that would be perfect.

Yoongi hums, then approaches, placing both hands gently on your biceps. "About your makeup...I tried to call in a favor from someone who used to work for me in the past, but she—"

"Just send Jimin in," you say without giving it any thought, already somewhat prepared for this situation. 

Yoongi could probably hire a professional makeup artist to come to the mansion last minute if he wanted to. It is clear that he does not want to. If the only person who he feels safe bringing into the house is Jimin, then you will have to face your emotions sooner than you hoped for.

"Are you sure?" Yoongi asks, sounding concerned.

You nod and look him in the eye to solidify that you mean it. 

"Hurry," you tease with a fake smile. "We don't have all night."

Yoongi chuckles and nods, then releases your arms and leaves the room. All there is left to do is wait. Although, you imagine that it was Jimin who did Yoongi's hair, so you probably do not have to wait long. 

Your gown for the evening is simple and strapless, with a square bodice that slightly cinches at the waist before cascading straight down to your toes. The fabric is ruched and rippled, and there is a slit on the right side, showing a generous amount of leg. You run your hands over the fabric in an attempt to ground yourself, staring at the shiny black fabric in the mirror. 

By the time there is another soft knock at the door, you feel calm. Well, as calm as possible, considering the circumstances.

The door creeps open, and in peeks a familiar cherubic face with freshly colored brown hair. It shines in the light with hints of auburn, and you smile at how perfectly him it is.

"New hair," you mutter, and Jimin blushes, eyes falling to the floor. "It suits you. You look radiant."

Despite a lot of makeup doing an impressive job at blending over Jimin's eye, you can see hints of bruising, and a faint scab where his lip had been split. The average person may not notice, though; that is how good Jimin is.

"Dove, I—"

You shake your head and wave Jimin into the room. Now is not the time for getting sappy over feelings and emotions. 

"We can talk later, yeah?" you offer. "I do not want to get too emotional only for you to have to reapply my mascara over and over again."

This lightens the, mood and Jimin chuckles. 

"Fair enough."

House of Cards is a raucous affair, with the noises from the machines and the sounds of men shouting overwhelming you the moment you walk through the front door. On your arm, Yoongi nods and cracks a smile at certain men, guiding you toward the center of the large, chaotic hall. 

Behind you, Namjoon and most of the other family men follow in black suits with guns strapped beneath their arms and on the waistband of their pants. The only men missing from the bunch are Seokjin and Jeongguk. 

Although you keep your gaze forward, staring at the craps table in the center of the room, you can feel the stares of others. Women whispering, men muttering. You find it entertaining how dreadfully obvious they are being, despite their feeble attempts at being hush-hush. 

As you approach the center of the room, Yoongi leans down, gives you his winning smile, and asks, "What would the lady like to drink, tonight?"

There is a light dusting of charcoal grey around Yoongi's eyes that makes them sharper and more intense, and as he leans to speak to you, his hair falls gently over his cheek, as if providing the two of you a little curtain of privacy. Yoongi is so fucking handsome—so charming in a way that twists your insides into knots. You want to reach over and kiss him until the two of you are left gasping for air—want to know only the warmth of his skin and the smell of his musk.

"Whiskey neat," you respond with a smirk, watching as Yoongi's eyes light up. 

"Coming right up," Yoongi responds with a gentle kiss to your cheek, before stepping away and forcing your hand to slide off of his arm.

Namjoon steps in, eyes forward and posture straight as a board, and you resist the urge to grab him. 

"Namjoon," you begin, "I wanted t—"

"Not here."

Namjoon's voice is deep and serious, taking on a tone that you only ever hear when he is working. It makes you sad to have to see this side of him after getting to see his softer sides, as well, but you are out in public with Yoongi, after all, so everything emotional and soft has to be left behind, enclosed safely within the mansion walls.

"You're right," you respond simply, rolling your shoulders back to keep your posture straight while you turn your gaze to the right, to Yoongi. He stands at the bar where you notice Seokjin and Jeongguk sitting, and he is leaning down and saying something to Jeongguk that makes the younger laugh. You scoff, always unable to believe your eyes whenever you witness Jeongguk laughing. 

Yoongi taps Jeongguk on the underside of the chin with two fingertips—a motion you have never seen before. It makes Jeongguk scowl in an affectionate way, like a younger sibling being teased by an older sibling. Then, Yoongi takes two glasses and brings them over, and before you can reach for yours, Namjoon pops open a small plastic container and pulls out a thin paper strip. You watch as Namjoon dips the strip in one drink, then rests it on the edge of the glass as he pulls out another strip and does the same with the second drink.

"We'll head upstairs in a moment," Yoongi mutters to you over the drinks in his hands. "How are you holding up?"

You nod and glance between the strips and Yoongi. 

"I'm fine."

"Your feet?" Yoongi asks, having helped you into the strappy heels.

A smile breaks over your face, which you attempt to contain. 

"They are fine."

"Good."

There it is, again—that soft, affectionate gaze that makes you want to run for the hills as fast as possible and never look back. You find it hard to look Yoongi in the eye and instead take in the room—or, as much of it as you can with two men standing in your bubble.

"Both are negative," Namjoon announces, removing the strips and pocketing them. 

Yoongi holds out one of the glasses, and you take it, tapping the edge to the side of his before having a sip. The whiskey is bittersweet, coating your tongue and leaving a slight burn in its wake as it glides down your throat. 

"Shall we, darling?" Yoongi asks as he holds out his elbow toward you, leaning in a bit closer.

As you change which hand is holding onto your drink, you catch the glimmer of your engagement ring and pause to stare. Ever since the night he proposed at this very casino, you have not worn in. It has lived inside its pretty blue box on your bedside table, where you have effectively forgotten about it. 

It is unfair, you think, that the only time you will get to wear such a gorgeous piece of jewelry is in a game of make-believe. But, then again, you have made the choice to be the person who does not fall in love. And, should you and Yoongi decide to actually get married, regardless of what he tells you, you are aware that even that union will be a strategic move, and nothing more. 

"Something the matter?" Yoongi asks quietly, and you snap from your thoughts to turn to him. 

You shake your head and crack a measured smile while snaking your arm beneath Yoongi's and grabbing onto his bicep. 

"Sorry. It's so easy to get distracted here."

"It is overwhelming, I know," Yoongi responds as he leads you past the craps table, to a set of elevator doors. "Once I meet with these men, you can be free to go."

You enter the elevator and take your place in front of the closing doors, still holding onto Yoongi's arm. And although you would like to get out of this place—and this dress and these shoes—as soon as possible, you find you do not really want to leave Yoongi's side. 

The evening seems to be winding down, which is great news because you are exhausted. Yoongi met with some men—none of whom introduced themselves to you—and then you excused yourself to the nightclub across the way from the convention room, where you sat at the bar and drank free whiskey all night. There was a fleeting moment of wanting to join everyone on the dancefloor, but in your heels, your feet would be begging you for mercy, so instead, you swayed on a barstool while the servers kept you company.

From where you sit, you have had a clear sight of Yoongi and his cohorts, and the other suits, milling about. Most notable has been Namjoon, who has stood in the center of the room with his arms folded over his chest and his posture straight since the moment you arrived.

Namjoon, with his hair growing out just as everyone else's is. Namjoon, whose gaze lingers just a bit too long on Yoongi—whose lips downturn just a hint as he seems to get lost in thought. 

You wonder what Namjoon is feeling in times like these when he is not allowed to be the one on Yoongi's arm. You wonder if he resents you because you are. 

"Dove," Jimin's soft voice calls, and you turn to find him leaning against the bar, elbow on the wood with the rest of his body angled toward you.

"Hey, you."

"We are just about ready to go if you are."

You nod and twist in your seat, then set the glass down, half-full of whiskey, as you slide off the stool. Jimin smirks, grabs the glass, and gulps the whiskey, then places a hand on your lower back to guide you out into the hallway. 

"When would you like to talk?" Jimin asks softly.

With a soft sigh, you stop and turn to him, then wrap your arms around his waist. And perhaps it is unwise to be affectionate towards another man in public—god only knows who may be watching you—but you squeeze Jimin tight and run a hand up his back before releasing.

"I'm not mad at you," you mutter, swallowing down your emotions. "I understand why you gave the order. I'm—I'm proud that I was able to kill him."

And it is true—every last word. Although your feelings on the matter are complicated, you are glad to have put a horrible man to death. You are proud to have avenged Yoongi’s mother.

Tears sneak past your lids and run down your cheeks, and you sniffle and turn your face away, feeling silly for getting so emotional. You blame it on being intoxicated despite having most of your wits about you, still. 

"I feel a little bad," Jimin says. "I have always wanted to apologize. And to thank you. I just never knew how to bring it up."

You chuckle and wipe away the tears on your cheeks, feeling lighter even after such a short cry. 

"I suppose you couldn't just casually bring it up before we really knew each other."

"Hey, you know that guy you killed," Jimin says in a playful tone, "that was done on my order. Anyway, my name is Jimin, nice to meet you!"

Laughter rocks through you, and you smack Jimin on the arm before shoving him toward the door to the conference hall. It feels nice to have the air clear, and although there is more you would like to discuss, for now, you are happy with leaving it where it is. No part of you wants to hold a grudge, especially against sweet, wonderful Jimin. 

As you enter the conference room, Yoongi looks up with a wide smile, eyes trailing between you and Jimin. You can sense the relief coming from him, and you smile in return. 

All the men have left the room, save for Namjoon and Jeongguk, who stand off to the side discussing something with their backs turned to the room. You and Jimin approach Yoongi, and you snake your hands inside his jacket and lean against his chest, hoping your makeup does not smudge his pretty white shirt. 

"Let's get you home," Yoongi grumbles against your head. "I want Namjoon to come with us, alright?"

You nod and hold Yoongi tighter, closing your eyes. The level of intoxication that you feel is just high enough for you to comfortably voice everything that overwhelmed you the night before, so you have no worries about Namjoon joining. At least, you hope so. 

After a blissful moment of breathing in autumn mornings and sweet musk, you release Yoongi and allow him to guide you toward the elevator. The others join, somewhat crowding your space, and although you are a bit drunk, and your body is tired, and your feet are aching, you feel good. 

It is a calm feeling that embraces you like a warm hug—tender and firm. You wrap your arms around Yoongi's bicep and lean your head against his shoulder. Through the hazy, distorted reflection of the elevator doors, you think you can see him smile. 

Rather than exit through the casino, you take the elevator down to a basement level which opens into a parking structure. As the doors swing open, you make your exit, but Yoongi walks a little slower—hangs back while the others filter around. Then, he bends and picks you up bridal-style, causing you to yelp and wrap your arms around his neck.

"You have been in those heels all day, darling," Yoongi mutters.

You cannot help but smile. 

"I told you, I'm fine."

Yoongi chuckles and nuzzles his nose against your neck. 

"Of course you are fine. You're incredible. But it is okay to have some relief from time to time, even if the situation is not dire. Let me carry you, darling."

All at once, it feels like your heart is being squeezed tightly and you forget how to breathe. You lean into Yoongi and bury your face into his shoulder and neck, doing your best to ignore the feelings that burst and bloom within you. Whatever it is, it seems ominous and terrifying and wonderful. Best to just ignore it, you think. 

The sound of a car door opening makes you release your hold on Yoongi, and you lean back and wait for him to set you down. As soon as he does, your feet ache once more, and you feel grateful for the moment of reprieve. As you clamber into the backseat, you notice Namjoon is driving. Jimin and Jeongguk must have gotten into the black car that is pulling out beside you, because as soon as Yoongi gets into the back seat with you, Namjoon begins backing out of the spot. 

Yoongi clears his throat. "Would now be a good time to talk about what happened last night?"

Unease hits your guts, and you take a deep breath, slowly letting it out. You would like to get everything out into the open, even if it feels uncomfortable.

"Hyung—" Namjoon whines. 

"Namjoon didn't do anything wrong," you interrupt, watching as Namjoon glances into the rearview mirror, then back at the road. "You didn't. Really. You just..."

The familiar lump that has been attempting to suffocate you creeps back into your throat and you take a fortifying breath and swallow it down. Perhaps, you think, it will be easier to direct your words to Yoongi, so you turn your body and take his hand in yours. It feels warm and safe. Grounding. 

"Namjoon tried to assure me that whatever was going on between us was not just physical. He said he wanted to fall for me entirely and love every part of me."

Yoongi hums in understanding and does not press you to say more. You give his hand a squeeze. Unsure how to voice your thoughts coherently, you open your mouth and let the words tumble out, haphazard and shaky.

"Love...is not something I have ever...imagined could be mine."

Tears threaten to rise, and in the dark backseat under a sky full of hidden stars, you let them. Namjoon taps his fingers on the steering wheel and you wonder if he is grappling with his thoughts. 

"Darling," Yoongi rasps, and you glance up at him, taking in the soft smile that plays on his lips, and a gaze that is warm and inviting. "I know that it might be scary, especially if you come from a past of feeling unloved, but, as long as you are in this family, love is something you will have in abundance."

Yoongi's words are nice, but that is all that they are. Just nice words, meant to make you feel better. But they do not make you feel better. They make you feel pitied. 

But then, Yoongi continues, with eyes appearing a bit sadder than before. "You know I'm falling in love with you...right?"

And there it is again, that suffocating tightness in your throat. Your blood turns to ice, weighing you down, making you feel cumbersome and heavy. If only you could get out of the sedan, maybe flee the country. 

Instead, you let go of Yoongi's hands and sit back against the cold leather as your eyes trail around to the window. There is a voice at the back of your mind telling you that Yoongi is lying, that he could not possibly love you, that nobody could possibly love you. It nags and nags, threatening to tear your heart asunder and leave you to bleed out, pathetic and empty, for all the world to see. 

But you know, deep down, that he means it. At least, to some small extent. Perhaps not the full-blown love that causes men to wage war and pen sonnets, but a smaller, gentler love that feels like sunshine breaking through the clouds on a cool autumn morning. That love, you can come to accept, you think. 

Or, at the very least, you can try.

As Namjoon pulls into Yoongi's driveway, panic takes over. Your heart pounds loud in your ears and heavy in your chest, and you close your eyes as the gates slowly swing open and Namjoon drives forward. You do not want to face them, in the mansion, with things left unsaid and no distractions in the way. Not when what has been unsaid are things you do not want to put into words. 

Namjoon parks the sedan, and you open your eyes and sit up. The entire ride, you had not worn your seatbelt and you try not to dwell on how symbolic it feels to be untethered with your life in their hands. The men get out first, in tandem, but you stare ahead at the back of the black leather passenger seat, wishing your thoughts would just slow the fuck down and let you breathe. 

The door opens and your gaze falls downward, to the black trim along the edge of the car opening. You turn your body to exit, and you are stopped by a hand on your arm—fingers tan and slender. Namjoon. 

"I'm sorry that what I said to you last night was upsetting," Namjoon says in a low, calm tone. "We won't talk about it again until you are ready." 

Your voice is shaky and weak. "And if I am never ready?"

"Then we will never talk about it again," Namjoon responds without hesitation. 

You nod, and although you do not glance at Namjoon, you can picture the earnest look on his face, and for now, that is enough. 

Namjoon lets go of your arm and holds out his hand. You hesitate but reach for it and allow yourself to be tugged out of the vehicle and onto concrete, where your feet are far more sore than they were before, now that they have had a chance to really settle and swell. You wince as your feet hit the ground, and Namjoon wastes no time scooping you up, into his arms, just as Yoongi had back at the casino. 

Yoongi closes the door, then takes the lead to unlock the mansion, and Namjoon carries you up the short steps and through the threshold, very quietly humming a tune you cannot quite make out. Then, Yoongi closes and locks the mansion door, then begins to unclasp your shoes, and you rest your head against Namjoon's chest, feeling his heart beat in a steady rhythm. How absurd, you think, that this heart might also beat for you. 

Namjoon continues to hum, the sound vibrating in his chest, and you hear Yoongi removing his shoes, letting out small huffs and grunts as he does. Then, Namjoon hands you off to Yoongi, and you wrap your arms tight around his neck, nuzzling into his skin. 

"What song is that?" you ask, muffled in Yoongi's shirt. 

Namjoon finishes humming the line he is on, then says, "Park Sungyeon."

"The wind is blowing," Yoongi says, and Namjoon hums in acknowledgment.

"It's nice," you say.

Shoes hit the floor, one after another, and then Yoongi is turning with you toward the stairs. Floorboards creak from time to time underfoot, and the sound of a grandfather clock ticks loudly in the otherwise silent mansion. The mansion has a scent of its own—something sweet and faintly woody. Sometimes a bit floral. It smells like home, especially after such an emotional day. 

"I forgot to ask you if it is alright that Namjoon stays with us, tonight," Yoongi grumbles as the first stair groans from your combined weight. "I only meant for him to come back and discuss what had happened, and I understand if you need some space."

"You don't have to ask," you respond. "I never want Namjoon to not be here, unless that is what he wants."

You glance over Yoongi's shoulder to find Namjoon—two steps below you—smiling softly while looking down at his feet. It is not enough of a smile to bring dimples to his cheeks, but it is genuine and heartfelt and it makes your heart ache a little. 

Once upstairs, Yoongi turns to his room, and Namjoon scurries ahead to open the door for the two of you. Inside, there is already a lamp on. You prefer the room dim with a nice golden glow, and you are thankful that the others seem to feel the same. 

On the opposite end of the room sits a comically large dark blue sofa, facing the same wall the headboard of the bed is against, with a small wooden table in front of it, and you cock your head at the sight.

"You've done some decorating?" you ask, wondering when the hell that got there.

"Looks like the guys got finished while we were at House of Cards," Yoongi says, turning to look at the newly added furniture. "I thought that, since you have moments of wanting some alone time, especially when my men are crowding the living room, I would give you something more than a bed to sit on. A television will be installed on the wall tomorrow afternoon, and anything else you may need, I will buy."

A sweet gesture, though you cannot help but laugh at the thought of living solely in Yoongi's bedroom. Still, the couch looks soft—and thankfully, it is not velvet and gaudy like the one in the main hall.

"Can we sit on the couch?" you ask.

Yoongi nuzzles his nose against your neck, just below your ear. 

"Trying to break in the new furniture already, darling?"

The thought hadn't crossed your mind, but now that he has said it— 

"May as well."

Yoongi takes you over to the couch, bends, and sets you down so that you are lying in the center of it. The material is soft, and the cushions are just firm enough, and you stretch your arms and legs, taking up as much space as you can while your back arches. 

"I love it," you groan.

"Should have gotten something bigger," Yoongi chides. "No room for us."

You spread your legs, dropping your right leg—which hangs from the skirt's slit—to the floor. 

"There's room for you right here, sir."

Without a word, Yoongi unbuttons his blazer and drops it to the floor. He makes his way over as he unbuttons his sleeves, and begins rolling them up to his elbows. 

"And me?" Namjoon asks. 

You purse your lips in thought, then smirk. 

"That depends, Joonie. Would you prefer my mouth on you...or your mouth on him?"

Namjoon's lips fall open in the cutest, dopiest look of uncertainty you are sure you have ever seen, and he takes a good long while to consider the options. 

Then, Namjoon says, "Baby boy, take your pants off for me," as he drops his jacket to the floor and begins to unbutton his shirt, and your heart begins to pound at just the thought alone. 

Yoongi stands and turns to Namjoon as his hands fall to his belt saying, "Yes, daddy." 

And as Namjoon untucks his unbuttoned shirt, and shrugs it to the floor, giving you an eyeful of that glorious torso of his, he says, "I'm going to fuck you while you fuck her. Sound good?"

Yoongi whimpers as you gasp, and as Namjoon pulls Yoongi into a sloppy, desperate kiss, Yoongi groans, "Yes, daddy," against his lips. 

Watching Yoongi melt into Namjoon's arms sparks something within you. You have watched Yoongi torture a man as if it were nothing, and here he is, turning into putty in the hands of another. Strong, feared Yoongi—the head of the Min family, which holds so much of Korea in its palm. With each whimper of his throat and tremble of his hands, you shiver with desire. 

"Undress for me and get on your knees," Namjoon commands. "You have to make her cum twice before I let you cum once, understand?"

"Yes, daddy," Yoongi responds as he finishes undoing his pants and dropping them, along with his briefs, to the ground. As he steps out of the garments, he unbuttons his shirt, and shrugs it away and returns to the couch.

"Make you cum twice?" Yoongi chides with a smirk as he settles between your legs and gets onto his knees on the cushion. "Easy."

His sudden change in demeanor has warmth flooding your cheeks, and you bite your bottom lip as Yoongi gathers your skirt and pushes it up to your tummy. He wastes no time taking you by the hips and yanking you to where he wants you, and you gasp as his mouth makes contact with your clothed cunt. Even his light touch obstructed by fabric makes you jump, and arousal pools and quakes through you as Yoongi teases you with his tongue and lips. 

Namjoon undresses to his briefs and gets down on his knees behind Yoongi, and you decide that you want to have mirrors installed on the far wall so that the next time whatever is about to transpire does so again, you can see it too. 

Yoongi tugs your panties to the slide and licks a thick, slow stripe through your slit, swirling his tongue over your clit, and you moan as the pleasure overwhelms your senses, doing your best to resist the urge to claw the fabric beneath you. Then, Yoongi lets out a deep, needy moan, partially muffled by your pussy, and you nearly pass out from the sound. 

"Fuck, I wish I could watch him eat you out," you whine as Yoongi continues to lap at your cunt in hungry, sloppy movements. 

Yoongi moans and trembles between your thighs, and you reach down to gently take him by the hair. With the challenge that Namjoon has set, you wonder if you can tease him a little before you are able to cum twice. Slurping comes from behind Yoongi, and he gasps and groans—saccharine and thick. Your own pleasure builds quickly, especially with the addition of Yoongi being pleasured, and you give his hair gentle tugs, making him whine. 

A finger gently prods at your entrance, and you arch your back, already so overcome with ecstasy that the thought of just one of Yoongi's long, knobby fingers is enough to make your head spin. There is some shifting on the couch, and you hear Namjoon's voice rasp.

"Fingering, already? That means I finger you, baby. You sure you can handle that?"

Yoongi groans as if being faced with an impossibly unfair decision, and you let out a soft giggle. The indignance in his voice feels so uncharacteristic, and yet he still very much sounds like your Yoongi. 

My Yoongi, you think again, as warmth and uncertainty erupts in your chest. 

Yoongi's mouth returns to pleasure you, and you moan and arch your back, lost in the spell his lips and tongue cast on you. Drowning in his own pleasure, Yoongi moans, and whimpers against you, and it sets your nerves on fire, knowing he is being savored just as he savors you.

Your pleasure builds quickly, reaching its peak, and you take Yoongi by the hair once more, gently tugging. "I'm so close," you whine. "Please, don't stop."

Yoongi's tongue makes measured movements over your clit, licking and sucking in a glorious rhythm that sends you softly over the edge. It is not an intense, overwhelming orgasm but a gentle one that leaves your fingertips and toes tingling and your head spinning. 

As soon as you ride your high and the tremble in your limbs settles, Yoongi slips a finger inside you. You moan and grip onto the edge of the sofa, arousal flooding all of your senses. Namjoon must get the memo and begin to finger Yoongi because his movements falter, and his body trembles between your thighs. 

"That's it, baby. Breathe," Namjoon says, voice dangerously deep. 

It takes a moment for Yoongi to gain his composure, but soon he begins to finger you hard and fast, movements precise and unwavering. His time is clearly limited now that Namjoon's finger is inside him, and he seems to be doing his damnedest to get you off as quickly as possible. 

The pleasure is overwhelming, and you moan and writhe beneath him, too distracted by your own arousal to watch as he begins to slip away. It is only when his fingers falter, and his hair brushes your thigh before his head fully rests against you, that you realize Yoongi is on the brink of total collapse. 

Yoongi's lips find your clit once more, and he sucks softly as his finger works your sweet spot over and over, sending you hurtling once more to the edge. This time, it is intense and overwhelming, and the heat inside you snaps like a wire pulled tautly. 

"Fuck!" you cry out as Yoongi's onslaught continues, and he alternates sucking and licking in quick, hungry circles. 

You moan Yoongi's name, drawing out the second syllable like a hymn, and he moans and whimpers, muffled against your cunt as he does everything to push you through your high, to the other side. 

Every inch of you is on fire, and you stare ahead at the ceiling as your pleasure evens out and begins to fade. Yoongi's whimpers and moans become frantic, and he drops his hand and lips from you, burying his face in your thigh as Namjoon pushes him to the edge.

Despite exhaustion weighing down on your limbs, you manage to get your panties off one leg at a time and scoot down the couch a little, giggling as Yoongi attempts to settle his head against you each time you move. You manage to get all the way under Yoongi and prop yourself on your elbow while he moans against your collarbone.

"Are you gonna cum, baby?" you ask sweetly, glancing from Yoongi to Namjoon, who towers over him with one hand squeezing his ass and the other fingering him. 

"Uh-huh," Yoongi whimpers, making you grin. His dark hair is wild, stuck to his forehead from sweat, and a pretty red blush tints his cheeks and nose.

You reach down between your bodies and gently grab the tip of Yoongi's leaking cock, and he jerks against you, muttering, "F-fuck."

"Beg me to let you cum," Namjoon instructs.

"Please, daddy," Yoongi whines desperately. "Please!"

Yoongi begging and sobbing while calling Namjoon daddy is sexy on a level you were not prepared for, and you give the tip of his dick another little squeeze. The shiver that quakes through Yoongi spurs you on to tease him more, and he begins to beg again, whimpering, "Please, please, please," like a prayer. 

You think back to when Yoongi had you begging for his cock the first time the two of you finally had sex, and how he towered over you, making you desperate with desire. Though the positions are much the same, the dynamic shift is absolutely breathtaking. You also think about Namjoon the night before, needy pleas to finally get to fuck you, so big and strong, yet pliant in your hands.  

"Beg louder," you command, and Yoongi looks up at you with tears in his eyes, ready to burst. 

"Please," Yoongi’s deep vice cracks as he sobs. "Please let me cum. Please!"

A loud, strangled sound falls from Yoongi's lips as Namjoon gathers a handful of Yoongi's hair and tugs, bowing his neck. Yoongi's eyes close, mouth hanging agape, and he looks absolutely sinful.

"Cum," Namjoon commands, and you tug on Yoongi's cock, rolling the head in your hand to gather his precum. 

Yoongi's back arches, and he moans and trembles as he reaches his high. You continue to stroke his length, which pulsates in your hold as thick, warm spurts of cum hit your thigh and hip. The words Yoongi mutters are nonsense—a language lost to time, for all you know. When Yoongi cries out again, it is to beg for mercy—overstimulated and shaking like a leaf in the wind. 

"T-too much," Yoongi whines, but Namjoon does not stop, though his arm does slow.

"Need to stretch you more so I can fuck you," Namjoon says, and Yoongi whimpers as he collapses against you with his ass in the air.

You attempt to run your fingers through Yoongi's tousled hair and coo that he is a good boy, the most perfect boy, so good for you and Namjoon. Yoongi's eyes are glazed over and far away, though as he adjusts to Namjoon stretching him, he seems to regain some of his energy.

The cap of a bottle clicks, and Namjoon squirts lube, you assume directly onto Yoongi's skin because he winces and hisses. You have no idea when Namjoon came into possession of lube, but now really is not the time to investigate. Yoongi's eyes open wider than you have ever seen, and he gasps out soundless moans.

"T-too big," Yoongi mutters, sending a chill of excitement through you. You have yet to see Namjoon's cock, but you imagine it is quite impressive, based on what you felt the other night. 

"You are too fucking tight," Namjoon grumbles. 

"When's the last time you two fucked?" you ask with a curious smirk, and Namjoon grins as he says, "A week or so before you moved in."

"Awe," you mock whine, jutting your lip into a pout. "It's been so long, our baby can't handle that big, thick cock anymore."

Namjoon's eyes widen as he stares down at you, piercing you with a hungry gaze. Meanwhile, all Yoongi can do is tremble and sob through the stretch. 

After several moments of heavy breathing, Yoongi nods his head and mutters that he is ready. You wonder what your role will be in this—satisfied with being an audience to Yoongi getting fucked by Namjoon until it is your turn. 

But then Yoongi grabs your hip with one hand and rasps, "Get down here, darling."

You comply and scoot further down the couch, which is already stained with sweat, drool, and probably cum. Yoongi wastes no time getting into position between your legs and pressing his cock in deep. The stretch stings and you squeeze your eyes shut, muttering a sharp, "Fuck," beneath your breath as you angle your hips upward. 

Yoongi thrusts deep, then pulls back and stutters as he lets out a low moan. Namjoon holds onto Yoongi's hips, sitting high on his knees behind him, and it dawns on you what is happening. With each thrust, Yoongi fucks himself back onto Namjoon's dick. 

Again, Yoongi thrusts, trembling with each movement until he is able to set a steady pace, gripping onto your spread thighs and fucking you into the newly broken-in couch. Pleasure overwhelms you as you watch Yoongi fuck you and Namjoon in tandem, and you moan loudly, doing your best to keep your eyes open and on the scene in front of you. 

Namjoon's hands wander, groping and squeezing Yoongi's tummy and chest before wrapping around his throat and gripping tightly to his hair. Squelching and a euphony of moans and grunts fills the room.

"N-not gonna last," Yoongi whines as light red fingerprints bloom all over his skin. 

Namjoon leans forward to look over Yoongi's shoulder and into your eyes.

 "Touch yourself," he commands. "I want you to cum one more time."

You comply and take your fingers into your mouth to cover with spit, then move them down to your pussy, gently rubbing your fingertips over your oversensitive clit, spinning slick fingers over yourself in slow circles. The feeling is electric, and you speed up until it edges on being too intense.

Yoongi's hips quicken unevenly, and he begins to lose his composure entirely, but he remains steady enough to push you to the edge, allowing his fucked out expression and moans of pleasure to guide you. 

"That's it," you moan encouragingly, "I'm gonna cum, baby. Don't stop."

Somehow, Yoongi manages to fuck you harder, and your orgasm erupts inside you like a million stars twinkling and scattering, turning you into the heavens, themselves. 

Your orgasm sets off a reaction as Yoongi falls against you, as if unable to continue. Namjoon wastes no time grabbing onto Yoongi's hips and fucking him hard and fast, pressing his body into you to become a warm, weighted mess of sweat and drool and skin and satin. 

Yoongi sobs as he cums, filling you with his warm release while Namjoon's thrusts force him to continue to fuck you. It feels unlike anything you have felt before—crushing and overwhelming and incredible.

Finally, Namjoon's hips still before they sputter, and he cums, moaning deep, pretty sounds as his fingers grip Yoongi's hips so hard you wonder if his skin will bruise some more. Yoongi lays fully against you, and you wrap your arms around his sweating, shaking body as Namjoon slowly pulls out and sits back against the couch.

"Wow," is all you can bring yourself to say, floored by what had just transpired and eager to do it again. 

Namjoon is the first to move, making his way through the room, to the ensuite, giving you an eyeful of his perfect, toned ass and thighs. A moment later, he returns with a towel around his hips.

"Can you walk, sweetheart?" he asks, and you nod, certain that you can. 

Namjoon gathers Yoongi, who grumbles in protest and makes a weak attempt to stay clung to your body. 

"Let's clean off and get to bed," Namjoon offers, and Yoongi concedes, allowing Namjoon to scoop him up and carry him to the shower in the same way that the two of them carried you earlier.

And despite your best effort, and all the voices and alarms in your head telling you not to be endeared, not to allow yourself to fall for these adorable, dangerous men, you cannot deny the way your heart beats for them as butterflies swarm in your tummy. 

Love is dangerous, and will surely be your downfall, but after each taste of their sweetness, and the new heights of pleasure that you experience with them, you are not sure how much longer you can prevent your collapse into madness.

But maybe if you follow me I’ll give you my truth But maybe if you follow me You’ll just see right though But maybe if you catch me I’ll be waiting for you No need to be afraid Yes I’ll be right there for you, yeah

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Hybrid Min Yoongi x Female Reader; Platonic OT7 x Female Reader; Namseok; Jinkook

Summary: After helping Yoongi get away from his abusive former owner, you’re left to focus on your relationship and how it progresses. That is, until you find six other hybrids who need your help, and their former owner decides he’s going to make your life hell. Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff Word Count: 3,293 Rating: M Warnings (updated per chapater): stalking, wild animal attack, major character injury, blood, implied homophobia, slight internalized homophobia, starvation, hospitalization, discussion of sexual assault, discussion of physical assault, discussion of controlling behavior, heavy petting, marking, slightly toxic relationship, spiraling thoughts, fictional discrimination, discussion of sex work

Major thanks to @eatjeanjin for beta-ing this and for listening to me complain almost constantly. You’ve been nothing but helpful and sweet, and I’m so grateful for your opinions and assistance.

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The morning of the home inspection, you woke up early. Like, way early. And for a moment, you thought it was just because you were nervous. It was a big day, and you could feel the anxiety niggling at the back of your mind. But then, you realized that you were cold, and when you heard the whimper, things started to make sense. Yoongi’s tail thrashed in his sleep, hitting you repeatedly. He whimpered again, curling in on himself.

You frowned. He hadn’t had a nightmare in a while, and normally, his bad dreams had triggers. Was he that worried about the home inspection?

You whispered his name, reaching out and gently rubbing his arm. “Yoongi? Wake up, baby.” Your fingers dragged lightly up the bare skin of his arm to his shoulder. “You're having a bad dream.”

He jumped, flying into a sitting position and letting out a sharp hiss. His tail was puffed up impossibly large. He sighed, briefly toying with the edge of the bedsheet before turning and dangling his legs off the side of the mattress.

You scooted closer, but not close enough to touch him, unsure of the state he was in. There were still times--especially when he dreamt of his abuse at the hands of Seungri’s “friends”--where your presence made things worse for him. So you waited, looking for some cue as to what to do next.

After what felt like an hour, his tail fluttered across the mattress, seeking out your wrist. It was still fluffed out, but it wrapped loosely around your arm--the signal you needed to reach out. Your hand met his back, rubbing gently across his shoulder blades. You could feel the tension in his muscles under his shirt.

“You okay?” you asked softly.

His ears pressed into his hair and he sighed heavily. At first, you didn’t think he was going to answer you. He reached back, groping for his basketball blanket, and pulled it into his lap, rubbing the plush fabric between his fingers. But then he took a deep breath. “I don’t know.” His voice was hoarse, and he sounded scared and vulnerable.

You moved so that you were sitting beside him, allowing him to curl into your side and nuzzle into your neck. “What’s the matter, kitty?” You held him, rubbing his back. “You worried about the home inspection?”

“Little bit,” he admitted, his nose brushing against the bit of skin under your ear. You could feel him inhale deeply and deliberately as he attempted to ground himself. “But I… I don’t know. Other stuff, too, I guess.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

He hummed, and after a second, he let go of you, leaning to open the drawer of his nightstand. He handed you a folded envelope, and for a second, you thought maybe he had written you another letter. You opened it, surprised to see that it wasn’t from Yoongi.

The handwriting was sloppy and looked almost like a bad Halloween font. But it was less the quality of the writing and more what it said that made you grit your teeth.

‘You’ll never get away from me. I’ll never leave you alone.’

“What’s this?” You flipped the letter over. It wasn’t signed, and there was no return address on the envelope.

“It was in the mail,” Yoongi said softly. “It was addressed to me.” Sure enough, it was his name above your address. Yoongi getting mail was uncommon, but not unheard of. There were plenty of hybrid-focused companies attempting to sell him things. “I think it’s from Seungri.”

You pulled him close, pressing a kiss to his temple. “I won’t let him touch you,” you told him firmly.

“But the house inspection-”

“Doesn’t matter. He won’t get to you. Any of you.” You ran your hand through his hair, scratching gently at his scalp.

After a while, Yoongi relaxed enough to lay back down. He curled into your side, one of his legs hooked over yours. He fell asleep lazily scenting you, his lips pressed against your neck. With one hand, you moved his head into a more comfortable position, knowing that if he slept with his head at such an awkward angle, he would be in pain when he woke up again.

You laid there in silence, staring at the ceiling, dragging your fingers gingerly up and down Yoongi’s arm. The home inspector would be arriving in eight hours. Then you would find out if you could protect the hybrids--if you could protect Yoongi--from Seungri. You hoped you hadn’t lied to him.

That day, Yoongi was on edge, and you were exhausted. You hadn’t been able to fall back to sleep after Yoongi’s nightmare, partially due to the fact that he had slept fitfully. You suspected that his brain was still working against him, making him focus on all the ways the day could go wrong.

He looked ill sitting on the couch with you as you waited for the inspector, so much so that you thought he might accidentally shift. But he kept himself together, his body tucked tightly into your side, legs tangled with yours. You held him. What else could you do? He was scared, and he wasn’t feeling well, and he needed you to be there for him. So you pushed your nerves aside and did your best to soothe him.

When the knock came at the door, you attempted to stand, but Yoongi’s arms tightened around you, keeping you in place. “Baby, you gotta let me up,” you said softly, hearing the door to Namjoon and Hobi’s room open. Jungkook came running out of your office.

Yoongi hummed, nuzzling into your shoulder. But then his arms dropped to his lap, and you stood. Namjoon and Jungkook followed you to the door, their ears standing at attention. Jungkook’s tail gave a tentative wag. “Is that the inspector?”

“I would love to find out.” You playfully nudged him out of the way so you could open the door.

Sure enough, the inspector stood on the other side. He was large--both in height and build--but his black suit was tailored perfectly to fit. He was bald, his dark skin polished so thoroughly on the top of his head that it glinted in the sunlight almost cartoonishly. Dark sunglasses hid his eyes, but you could tell he was staring at you, sizing you up. He wasn’t even in the door yet and the inspection had already begun.

He held out his hand for you to shake, and you could see the tattoos on his knuckles, but couldn’t quite make them out. “I’m with the Department of Hybrid Affairs,” he said simply, his hand dwarfing yours. His handshake was firm, but there was a gentleness to it, and suddenly, you were less worried that he was going to Hulk Smash you into the next county.

The man reached into his suit jacket as you stepped aside, handing you his business card as he entered the apartment.

Colby Bubblé, Social Worker, Department of Hybrid Affairs

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Jungkook taking a step backwards and Namjoon stepping forward, subtly pushing the pup behind him. The hulking social worker didn’t remove his sunglasses, but you had a feeling he was watching everything.

“I’d like to speak with you first,” he said, looking at you.

Jungkook whimpered from behind Namjoon, his hand fisting in Namjoon’s emerald sweater.

“It’s okay, pup. Why don’t you go hang out with Yoongi? He’s not feeling well,” you said softly, offering him a smile. “We’ll come get you when we’re done talking.”

Jungkook sighed, but he nodded. “Okay, noona.” He tugged on Namjoon’s sweater, and the wolf gave you a small nod before letting himself be led into the living room.

You motioned for Mr. Bubblé to follow you back the hall to your office. Jimin skittered out when you entered, squeezing your hand as he passed. His nails were still pastel orange. You sat at your desk, offering Mr. Bubblé the wingbacked chair. He settled in rigidly, his hands folded on the tablet in his lap. The stylus in his hand looked practically puny. Though you couldn’t see them, you could feel his eyes on you.

“What do you do for a living?” His voice was gruff as he looked around at your office.

“I’m a freelance designer. I do logos, booklets, posters, menus, signs…” You paused, absently scratching your arm as you thought. “Oh, websites, too, I guess.”

Mr. Bubblé hummed, but you couldn’t tell what emotion was behind it. “And you work from home?” You nodded. “We were told that you recently took out a loan for quite a large sum of money.”

Again, you nodded. “I recently bought a house.”

“Your financial situation is secure enough for a mortgage?”

“Foreseeably, yes. And the hybrids are helping.” You played with the stylus for your iPad.

You could see his eyebrows raise behind his glasses. “They have jobs?”

“Well, yeah.” You shrugged. “I love having them here, and I’m more than happy to help them out however they need, but I can’t afford for them not to help me out, too.”

Mr. Bubblé nodded and hummed, and suddenly, you were struck with the idea that maybe that wasn’t the right thing to say. “Why do you have so many hybrids?” he asked finally, after a moment of silence.

“Well, they aren’t mine,” you clarified nervously. “I don’t own them.”

“Why do they live here, then?”

“Well, it started with Yoongi…” You recounted for him the past three years of your life. From saving Yoongi from your parents’ horrible neighbor three years ago and the fight for his emancipation, to finding Namjoon and Hobi in the woods back in May, to Jungkook and Taehyung, to finding Jimin in the alley two months before. “You would have to ask them precisely why they’re staying here,” you told him softly. “But I would like to think it’s because they feel safe and loved.”

He leaned forward. “You care about them?”

“I do.” You nodded resolutely.

For the third time, he hummed. “This new house you’ve purchased…”

“Oh, do you want to see the contractor’s renderings?” You were already unlocking your iPad. “The city just approved the layout changes yesterday.”

You flipped the tablet so that he could see. It would need a lot of work and care, but you loved this house. You’d haggled with the seller, demanded a fairer price for the fixer upper, and they had agreed. You’d drained what was left of your savings to put a down payment on the house, and, after talking to the contractor, committed to a loan for the rest of the cost and the renovations.

The house was large, larger than any apartment you could have ever hoped for. There were four bedrooms, a bathroom on each floor, and, thanks to the creativity of your contractor, the whole third floor--currently storage and a small playroom--would become your bedroom and office. The backyard was large, and would be a great space for Jungkook and the others to let off steam. The best part was that the sturdy fence would make it nice and private, so everyone could feel comfortable shifting if they wanted to.

Watching Mr. Bubblé swipe through the blueprints and contractor’s documents, though, your stomach started to sink. What if it wasn’t enough? What if, after everything--all the sleepless nights and the planning and the headache and heartache--they determined that it still wasn’t enough and you weren’t fit to care for the pack any more?

You swallowed thickly, taking your iPad back from the social worker when he handed it to you. “I’d like to talk to the hybrids now,” he said simply. You nodded, silently leading him back out to the living room.

“I’ll be outside,” you said after introducing Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jungkook to Mr. Bubblé. You had no idea where Taehyung and Jimin had gotten to, but you suspected Namjoon could handle it if the social worker wanted to speak to them.

You avoided their eyes as you walked into the entryway and stepped outside, finally allowing yourself to collapse to the concrete of your stoop.

You leaned heavily against the railing, resting your head against the cool stone. You felt sick. Living with six hybrids was chaotic. And, of course, they all still had their own traumas and problems that they were dealing with in their own ways. But holy shit, you loved your little pack. If they were taken from you, not only would you be bored, but you would be lonely.

And then there was Yoongi. You had told Seokjin that Hybrid Services could take Yoongi, too, but truthfully, you didn’t know. You swallowed down the lump in your throat. They couldn’t take him away from you, could they? They couldn’t just destroy the past three years of your life. Everything you’d done, everything you’d worked toward, had been done with Yoongi in mind. When you thought of yourself in 10 years, 20 years, 50 years, Yoongi was there with you. When you thought of happiness, it was his goofy, gummy smile in your mind. You were in deep with him, and you knew it. But Jesus, you didn’t care a bit.

You weren’t sure how long you were sitting out on the stoop, lost in your spiraling thoughts. But a crash from inside the house startled you back to reality, and the sound of glass breaking had you on your feet. You pushed open the door, poking your head into the kitchen, pretty sure that was where the sound had come from. Jimin stood behind the island, a terrified look on his face.

“What happened?” you asked gently, approaching him to see what was going on. Shattered glass was scattered everywhere on the floor in front of him. He must have dropped a cup in an attempt to get a drink. “Are you okay?”

Jimin nodded, but you could see the pain on his face. He stared down at the glass on the floor.

“Hop over the counter,” you told him, helping him spin around once he was sitting on the island. “You sure you didn’t step on any of it?” You bent down slightly, checking his socked feet for tiny slivers of glass. Satisfied, you inspected his hands to make sure he hadn’t been cut.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was a little hoarse, and when you looked up at him, his eyes didn’t meet yours.

“We have like 12 other cups. No harm done.” You patted his arm, helping him to hop off the island.

Jimin shook his head again. “Everything had to be perfect and I ruined it.”

“You haven’t ruined anything, Chim.”

“The inspector’s gonna think bad things about us now.” You could see the tears well in his eyes. He was being a little over dramatic, but you knew it was just because he was nervous. He’d been dreading the inspection almost more than you had been. “It’s all my fault.”

“The inspector isn’t going to think badly of us because of an accident,” you said softly, tugging him to you. His arms wrapped around you tightly. “You haven’t ruined anything.”

The dam broke then, and you could feel the shoulder of your shirt dampening. Jimin cried silently, quiet sobs wracking his lithe form. You continued to hold him, even when Yoongi entered the kitchen with a broom to clean up the glass. He raised an eye as he passed, his tail brushing against Jimin’s back.

“Broken glass is nothing to cry over, Jimin,” Yoongi said softly, stooping to sweep up the glass. “I broke her coffee pot the first day she found out I wasn’t a cat.”

You sighed at the memory. Yoongi had been so scared back then. And he had ruined the hoodie he had stolen from you, but you’d never told him. It had been an accident. Coffee carafes and hoodies could be replaced.

Gently, you rubbed Jimin’s back. “Honestly, Chim, it’s okay. If the inspector fails us because you broke a cup, he can go fuck himself.” Someone--you assumed Mr. Bubblé--cleared their throat behind you. Internally, you groaned, but you doubled down. “And I don’t care if he heard me say that. It’s more important that you’re okay.”

“I think I’ve seen enough,” Mr. Bubblé announced from the entryway.

You spun around, one arm still holding Jimin close, to look at the social worker. He looked so massive in the doorway to your kitchen, it was almost comical. Yoongi appeared on your other side, his hand finding yours as his tail wrapped loosely around your waist. Mr. Bubblé observed with a blank face. You had no idea what he was about to say.

“It’s policy that we don’t allow hybrid hoarding situations. As a rule of thumb, you should have one room for every two hybrids you have living with you.” Mr. Bubblé took off his glasses, pulling a cloth out from his suit jacket to clean them.

Jimin let out a small whimper and buried his face in your shoulder. Beside you, Yoongi tensed, and you could feel the fur on his tail puffing up. You squeezed his hand tightly, not letting go.

“But I think there should be an exception to almost every rule.” Mr. Bubblé’s dark eyes met yours. “It’s clear to me that you care about these hybrids, and that they care about each other and you. We do our best not to break up packs.” He slipped his sunglasses back on. “It will be my official recommendation that everyone is allowed to stay, provided you move into that house as soon as you are physically able. We will then re-do the inspection to make sure things are up to our standards.”

“So… we can stay?” Jungkook’s hopeful voice piped up from the living room. You heard Namjoon shush him.

“You can stay,” Mr. Bubblé confirmed.

Jungkook cheered, a happy half-howl that resonated throughout the apartment. Hobi clapped furiously, and though you couldn’t see him, you could imagine the wide smile brightening his face.

“We’ll be in touch.” Mr. Bubblé nodded, opening the door and stepping out into the mid-November chill.

As soon as the door was closed, Taehyung and Jungkook were racing into the kitchen, arms outstretched. They ran into you full-force, using you, Jimin, and Yoongi to stop themselves. They both wrapped you in a hug, and you could feel Jungkook’s body shake as he cried. Jimin buried himself further into your side, and though he was quiet, you could tell that he was hiding tears. Namjoon and Hobi appeared, joining the group hug easily. Namjoon’s hand rested against the top of your head, patting your hair lightly. Hobi tucked into the wolf hybrid’s side, wrapping one arm around Namjoon and the other around Jimin.

Yoongi pressed close, his hand moving from gripping your own to resting easily against your hip. His lips pressed into your hair and lingered there, nuzzling into you when he pulled away slightly. You sighed, feeling Yoongi’s arm tighten around you. “You did it,” he whispered into your hair.

It took a moment for it to sink in. You leaned into him as much as you could with everyone around you, the relief slowly starting to wash over you. You’d done it. Everyone was safe. No one was getting taken away. And in a few months, you’d have a new home with enough space for everyone.

A gentle purr started to rumble in Yoongi’s chest, and you realized in that moment that you were happy. With your pack, with your relationship, with how everything turned out. Things could get more difficult over the next few months, but honestly, you didn’t care. It didn’t matter.

You would get through it. Together.

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Request Rules [Read Before Submitting Pls!]

Hey everyone, Kitty here!

I'm so excited to start sharing my writing on here and I hope you all enjoy it too :) That being said, I am open to taking requests but I have a few rules that need to be adhered to before you submit a request from me:

Please understand that I am a mother and a wife, so I will get to your request as soon as possible but it may take some time. If you hound me in my asks about your request or why I haven't done it yet, I will be forced to block you.

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bigbang reaction to: their s/o having a nightmare;

request: Anonymous said : Can I please request a Bigbang reaction when their S/O had a nightmare about them leaving her? Thank you very much!

kwon jiyong (g-dragon):

he’s a light sleeper so when he saw you wincing and groaning in your sleep, he sat up concerned. you’d a history of lucid dreams and he knew sometimes the nightmares get too vivid for you to handle. he jerked you lightly, waking you up. on waking up and seeing him in front of him after dreaming about him leaving you on your doorstep, you couldn’t stop yourself and hugged him immediately. hot tears flowing down your eyes.

he hummed “shh” while rubbing your back. his grip around your, now shaking figure, tight but not suffocating.

“baby, you want some water?”

you shook your head before pulling back and kissing him, a short but passionate kiss.

“promise me, you won’t ever leave me.” you looked him in the eye.

he hesitated for a second because, frankly, you two had never talked about the future before. nothing was ever planned, you two had decided to just go with the flow and not rush into things so when you asked for a commitment, a lifetime commitment, he was taken aback but he knew in his heart that you were the person he wanted to spend eternities with so he nodded.

took your hands in his and kissed your knuckles, “i won’t ever leave you, doll. cross my heart.”

choi seunghyun (t.o.p):

he was deep in sleep when he heard you crying. he woke up and rubbed his eyes checking the time on the bedside clock which read four in the morning. at first he was dazed and mistook your crying with his dream. you’d stopped crying knowing you woke him up and stayed still. but on switching on the bedside lamp, he noticed your figure, away from him at the other corner of the bed, your back facing him, you were badly trying to muffle your cries but you failed and were shaking.

he sat up and put a hand on your shoulder, “y/n, what’s wrong?”

you shook your head wiping your tears, “i’m sorry for waking you up, go to sleep love.”

“no, y/n we’re not doing this again. come on, just last night we promised to tell each other everything, now tell me what’s wrong?”

you sniffled and turned towards him, your hair was a mess and your eyes had turned red due to crying so much, there was also hint of tiredness under your eyes, “i’m scared.”

he laid down facing you, “of? i’m here for you.”

“scared of losing you, what if i do lose you seunghyun? what will i do then? how am i supposed to live?”

“you won’t lose me though, my love”

“but what if i do?”

“there is no what if, i’m not leaving you, ever.” he sealed the promise with a lingering kiss on your forehead.

dong youngbae (taeyang):

he woke up at exactly three in the morning like an alarm clock. he was aware of the repetitive nightmares you were having and seeing your figure facing him scooted closer to you, wrapping his arm around, from your irregular breathing he knew you were awake.

“again the same dream?”

you nodded.

“it doesn’t make sense.”

“then why i do keep watching you leave me every night?”

“i don’t know,” he nuzzled into your neck, “i’m not leaving, you know it. where will i go?”

“to someone better”

“will there ever be someone better than you for me? no, there can’t be and you can’t argue with me on this.”

“i feel like these nightmares are a sign.”

“they are not, and even if they’re, they’re for me. i’ve been ignoring you too much cause of the tours and concerts, need to love you more,” he peppered light kisses on your neck and squeezed you lightly, “i love you so much.”

kang daesung:

daesung had been away to japan for a few weeks now. your facetime call in the middle of his concert surprised him. he was backstage and was about to head to the stage for the next song when his phone started ringing. he picked it up and on watching you crying, he halted and sat down, he couldn’t really handle you crying. he always felt a part of him breaking and it was too painful for him to bear.

“is something wrong?”

you were sobbing and couldn’t speak coherently, “y-you’re so aw-away.”

“but i’m right here with you!” when the manager walked towards him to escort him he showed his hand and motioned to be left alone.

everyone left the dressing room and the event manager declared a small five minutes delay to the fans.

“i’m so sorry for calling you like this but i had a nightmare. i saw that you didn’t want me anymore and so you just left me. i woke up and you weren’t beside me. i’m so sorry for bothering you.”

“baby you’re never a bother to me. i love you beyond comprehension. i can’t ever leave you, you’re my strength, my support system.”

when you’d calmed down a bit, he walked to the stage with his phone and showed you the crowd and everyone cheered for you putting a huge smile on your face, surely washing your worries away.

lee seunghyun (seungri):

everytime you’d a nightmare, seungri would sing for you, sing you back to sleep. but tonight when he was awoken, he was worried. he hadn’t ever seen you this upset, you weren’t crying, more like your tears had dried. you were staring at the ceiling pointlessly. he turned to you concerned, “are you feeling sick? do you want me to call the doctor?”

you looked at him after a while, “why are you still me?”

“i’m not sure i understand the question.”

“do you love me?”

“beyond doubt.”

“what if one day you wake up and realize you don’t, you’ll just leave, right?”

he chuckled, “are you kidding me? i’d leave? i’ll realize that i don’t love you anymore? i’m a loser, i’m a loser for you. i’m a little flower who’ll wither if i’m kept away from your love. so that day ain’t coming so easily where you’ll get rid of me. you can try all you want,” he winked kissing your cheeks, “i’ll always be here every morning when you wake up.”

︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.

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Big bang promoting their little sisters comeback stage/solo stage °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• Make a request if you enjoy💋

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Sweet Sickness

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: TopRi

Warnings: None

Word Count: 495

For: @ceo-panda for her birthday!!!!1 <3

Also Posted On: AO3 (PeaceMinusMOTTE - when I get around to updating it)

A/N: This is like my 100th time trying to post this because Tumblr’s a dick. I hope you had a good birthday though Pandie!!! And hopefully, this is okay for you~

“Seunghyuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun”

The mass of blankets froze in its tracks.

“Hyuuuuuuung”

No way was that little shit in his house this early in the morning. Seunghyun grumbled and pulled the blankets tighter around himself. He’d told the maknae specifically to stay at home. It was just a cold.

“Seunghyun!” Seungri rounded the corner of the hall and looked his hyung up and down. “Why are you out of bed? You’re not fit to be walking around like this,” immediately, Seunghyun was being escorted back the way he’d come, shuffling at a fairly slow pace.

“Since when were you my mother?” Seunghyun rasped, his throat burning with each word. Okay, perhaps it was more than a mild cold. Seungri acted like he didn’t hear, and tried to tuck Seunghyun into his bed. He sat, gazing pitifully at his boyfriend, completely swaddled in blankets with his nose and cheeks a dark red in colour. Seunghyun was scowling.

“Did you take your medicine?” He spoke softly and for a second, Seunghyun relaxed his face.

“No, Seungri, I’d much prefer to stay ill and complain instead,” the sarcasm came out biting, but to Seunghyun’s dismay, Seungri only giggled and patted his forehead. “Stop that-” Seunghyun wiggled, trying to avoid Seungri’s hands.

Usually, Seunghyun is all for Seungri’s hands. Playing with his fingers, tracing the lines on his palm, kissing his knuckles and so forth, but today was not “usually”. At least, it wasn’t to Seunghyun. To Seungri however, this was apparently play time. Seungri sat himself on the bed next to Seunghyun, cupping his face in his hands. He let his thumb caress his lover’s face gently. Seunghyun squirmed again, but as he looked into Seungri’s eyes, he saw all the love, the passion, and the adoration that the younger man held for him, and that was enough for him to give in and smile weakly.

Quickly, Seungri dipped down and kissed Seunghyun. The older man’s initial reaction was to hum happily and part his lips before he remembered why they hadn’t kissed all week. Wrenching his arms from the blankets, Seunghyun pushed Seungri away, gripping his shoulders weakly.

“What?” Seungri blinked innocently. “I was enjoying that,” he pouted.

“You’re going to get sick you dumbass!” Seunghyun huffed angrily. The maknae would seriously be the death of him. Seungri pouted even harder, if that was possible. He scooted up the bed, closer to Seunghyun and gave him the best puppy eyes he could manage.

“No.” Seunghyun pressed his lips into a thin line. “Absolutely not.”

Seungri scooted closer still and took Seunghyun’s hands in his own, messing with the other’s fingers, not meeting his eyes. Seunghun sighed, and Seungri interpreted it as a sigh of defeat, surging up and moulding their lips together. Seunghyun didn’t have the energy to fight back this time, and merely let his hands rest around Seungri’s middle.

“We’ll be sick together, Hyunnie,” Seungri smiled at his hyung.

“So who’s going to look after us?”

“Jiyong.”

#topri #bigbang fluff #bigbang fanfiction #bigbang fanfic #seungri fanfic #seungri fluff #seunghyun fluff #seunghyun fanfic #my writing

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BIGBANG 6TH MEMBER AU MASTERLIST

Introduction to Park SooJin

Brief facts

SJ’s Day: The boys answer questions about SJ at the Hajimari No Sayonara event

SJ’s tattoos

Someone: SJ’s first mini-album

Sex Tape Scandal w/Siwon

Strong Heart: YG Special

Quote that matches SJ

SJ friends with benefits moodboard

Lucky: SJ passes out

Weekly Idol

JB

Wonho

Cockblock

Her ring

Face claim

OT6 fan posts

Seungri/SJ

Scenarios

Untitled: Seungri and SJ the night before his enlistment

New Members: Seungri and SJ join Bigbang

Fan Posts:

Part One

Seungri can‘t keep his mouth shut

GD/SJ

Scenarios

Two More: GD and SJ the night before his enlistment

Surprise: GD and SJ get their happily ever after

Surprise part 2

Still Time: GD figures out he’s an idiot and he still has time

21: We finally learn what the hell happened at SJ’s 21st birthday

Let’s Not Fall In Love: GD and SJ write a song

3 Minute Boyfriend: GD and SJ on SNL

Baby #2: SJ and GD decide to have another baby

Chill Out: SJ tells GD she’s pregnant for the first time

The Catalyst, The Decision, The Aftermath, The Future: SJ and GD’s relationship hits a rough spot

Jia Tap Dancing

Motte: SJ comforts GD

Shameless JiJin Balcony Sex

Godparents: JiJin asks Siwon to be Jia’s godfather

Hormones: GD can’t keep his hands to himself

Catch Feels: SJ realizes her feelings for GD

Kwon Dami

Jia: SJ and GD’s single about their eldest daughter

Get Out: SJ and GD almost call off the wedding

Fourteen Years: GD is in awe of SJ and their life together

Kwon Jia

When Jia is born

Dragon Ball Z: SJ and Jiyong start to bond

Fan Posts:

Part One

My First Kiss: Jiyong and SJ’s first kiss (this is a scenario I accidentally put in the wrong spot)

Wedding Reaction

Honeymoon Photos reaction

Favorite JiJin photos

Reaction to JiJin family vacation

Reaction to JiJin’s RoS episode

Theories on JiJin’s sex life

Theories on JiJin’s relationship

Reactions to SJ watching Jiyong

Reactions to JiJin’s house

Reactions to SJ’s second pregnancy

SJ pregnant at an award show

SJ performing Taming the Dragon

Celeb reactions to SJ’s pregnancy

Fan reactions to SJ’s award show appearance

Fan reactions to Jiyong’s duality

JiJinJia

Theories on GD’s true feelings for SJ

Celebrity reactions to JiJin pregnancy

Celebrity appearances at JiJin’s wedding

Fan posts about JiJin pregnancy

Asks

Tattoos dedicated to SJ

Jiyong‘s reaction to SJ’s sex tape

GD on Infinity Challenge

Aesthetics 

Wedding

Daesung/SJ

Scenarios

Third Drawer to the Left: Daesung and SJ the night before his enlistment

DSJ: The birth of Daesung and SJ’s sub-unit

Fan Posts

Part One

Aesthetics

Skinny Love

TOP/SJ

Scenarios

Turning Point: The moment Top and SJ became friends

Protection: SJ gets overprotective of Top

Kick in the Ass: SJ is on a solo tour and she turns to Top for help

Fan Posts

Part One

Part Two

Asks

TOP and SJ’s relationship

Taeyang/SJ

Scenarios

Turning Point: The moment Taeyang and SJ became friends

Fan Posts

Part One

Line Distribution

Flower Road

Bae Bae

Sober

Haru Haru

OTHER

Who is dating?

What music does SJ create and listen to?

Idols crushing on SJ

SJ/Siwon fan posts, Part 2

SJ’s style

SJ‘s LEAST favorite looks

SJ‘s FAVORITE looks

SJ/CL fan posts

SJ/Minnie fan posts

Good Decisions: SJ is friends with Jay Park

Siwon is trying

Thank You Daddy: SooWon sex tape

Fan reactions to SooWon sex tape

Grey: SJ and JB’s single together

Alternate Ending

Siwon and SJ wedding fan posts

Siwon and SJ wedding aesthetic

Surprise: Alternate Take (SJ and Siwon’s wedding)

MinSeo (Scenario)

SooWon Children Facts

Eunwoo (moodboard)

DalSun (moodboard)

MinSeo (moodboard)

Before it Slips: they tell SuJu they’re pregnant 

JaeBeom’s birth

JaeBeom (moodboard)

SooWon pregnancy ; fan reactions

SooWon wedding

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Demon!Jiyong Requested by anon Words: >1K A/N: I know I said I was going to upload other things but I have major writer's block. October is almost here and time to get spooky is upon us~ So send in requests for anyone with a horror theme! I’ll be posting all horror for the time being.

Seungri stared at the TV, flipping through channels, changing apps and overall just trying to find something to do before he gave up, groaning and tossing the remote on the couch. Nothing on the TV was good and nothing on his phone entertained him. He was bored, Ji was in Hell taking care of business, his friends were all busy and you were at work.

Seungri hummed to himself, shrugging before standing and going to put on his shoes, walking out of the apartment and toward your job. He looked around the city, watching people walk past, smiling at a few women who smiled at him, giving him winks. He made it to your building, asking the receptionist which floor you worked on before heading to the elevators, pressing the 20th-floor button. He waited, fixing himself as he looked at his reflection, the doors opening. Seungri looked around the busy floor, people walking around, papers in their hands, mouths talking into phones or with each other, all ignoring him.

"Can I help you?" Your secretary asked, Seungri looking at her and walking over.

"I'm here to visit y/n? I know she's working but I decided to stop by and see if she wanted to get lunch." Seungri flashed her a white smile, the woman unfazed before shaking her head. She picked up the phone, pressing a button and waiting for you to answer.

You looked over the boards for your presentation, mumbling to yourself about what you could change, reaching for your ringing phone. "Yes?" You asked, placing it on speaker and going back to the boards.

"There's a man named Seungri here looking for you," You stopped your thought process, looking at your phone.

"Seungri?" You asked, your secretary confirming the name as you hung up, walking out of your office and down the hall.

Seungri watched as people seemed to work quickly as you walked toward the front, Seungri giving you a wide smile when you spotted him. "Thought I could take you out to lunch."

You furrowed your eyebrows, honestly confused by the sudden surprise as you hugged him. "Lunch? Why that out of the blue?"

"I was bored at home." Seungri shrugged.

You nodded, turning to your secretary. "Order some Thai food from the new place, double of the usual." She nodded, Seungri following you to your office.

"I was planning on taking you out,"

"I know, but I'm too busy with this presentation." You sighed, letting him inside your office and closing the door. Seungri sat on your couch, looking over at the mess, his eyes landed on the presentation boards as he took it in. "The new magazine theme is supposed to be autumn, but I seem to be brain fried or something." You sighed, looking back at the boards, wondering what you could change.

"When is it due?" Seungri walked over, eyeing the photos, not liking them.

"In two weeks, but nothing is working and I don't like any of this." You sighed, going to the other pictures before dropping them on your desk. "Nothing seems to be good enough,"

"What if you do a high school theme?" Seungri looked at you. "Think about it, you have homecoming, pep rallies, football games, cheerleading, and so many activities that would look great for this month."

You stared at Seungri, thinking about what he said before heading to your laptop, looking for a nearby high school and contacted them, telling them about your plan and grinning widely. "Alright, how would you like to be my partner, Seungri?"

Seungri and you spent the week at your building and in the high school you had chosen, you did graduate from there after all. Seungri gave you all different types of ideas, sticking to your side as he organized how things were organized and how they would work. He fixed up decorations, making sure the students knew where they were supposed to be and what to do. You walked around with the photographer, making sure everything was snapped and nothing was missed.

As the week progressed, you and Seungri got to know each other, a lot more. You told him about your childhood, your parents and how you and Daesung had met. Seungri would sit during lunch with you and talk about his life in Hell. What responsibilities he had and how he was there for the war between God and Lucifer. "Trust me when I say that nowadays, only certain people get as close to the truth as possible. There are so many different versions of it I get confused on what really happened." He laughed, making you shake your head and smile.

When the two-week project was done, Seungri stood in the back of the meeting room, leaning on the wall as you proposed your idea to your boss. He sat with his hands on his lap, listening to every word you said before standing and clapping, congratulating you on a job well done. He turned to Seungri, giving him a handshake and patting his arm. "I like your ideas, you and y/n work well. How would you like to join her and be her partner?"

You grinned at Seungri, nodding softly at him as Seungri shrugged. "Thank you for the offer, but I have a full-time job. It's Hell,"

You rolled your eyes, your boss laughing at the supposed joke as he left, making sure Seungri was more than welcomed back. "I can't thank you enough," You hugged him, Seungri returning it.

"Thank you for letting me help you, I had a lot of fun."

You pulled back and wished him a safe trip home, going back to your office.

Seungri walked in silence back home, unlocking the door to see Ji eating a bowl of noddles and watching TV. "Hey, I was wondering where you were."

"Eh, just getting rid of my boredom." Seungri shrugged. Ji watched him for a bit before shrugging, going back to his movie.

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[viforvictori]

Musical Snuggles

Genre: Drabble, fluff.

Warnings: May rot teeth with sweetness.

Word Count: 684

A/N: For @seungriseverything because I can and also who doesn’t love fluffy Seungri. His partner’s gender isn’t specified because I wanted to be all-inclusive.

Seungri thumped his head on the door to his apartment as it closed.

“Ow, fuck…” Rubbing his forehead, Seungri managed to toe off his shoes and traverse his rather luxurious home until he got to the bedroom. He opened the door slowly, wary of the other occupant. The love of his life, the apple of his eye, his light in the darkness. Seungri grinned when he saw a bare back facing him, seemingly undisturbed by his entrance.

Smirking, Seungri stripped down as quickly as possible while making as little sound as possible. He wanted it to be a surprise when he rugby tackled his other half into their king-sized bed. Currently, they were too occupied with some kind of moisturizer that Seungri didn’t recall owning - it looked like some high-end brand.

Now standing proudly in only his boxer briefs, Seungri crept up behind his partner, swiftly lifting them from the ground and leaping onto the bed with them. Okay, so perhaps it wasn’t really a rugby tackle, but it did the job. They let out a small shriek of surprise and Seungri giggled into their chest. He received a sharp slap on his shoulder, which just made him giggle harder.

“Get off, you ass, bed covers are for sleeping under.”

Seungri huffed and reluctantly hauled himself off of the admittedly cold person beneath him. They made a show of climbing under the covers and Seungri followed suit, fixing his infamous puppy eyes on his lover, making sure they knew exactly how he felt about the whole ordeal.

“Thank you, Ri. Now, come here.”

That was all it took for Seungri to launch himself into the waiting arms of his favourite person in the whole wide world. They began rubbing his shoulders, blessing his face with butterfly kisses and eventually stealing a soft kiss from his waiting lips. Seungri sighed into the kiss and immediately felt his entire body relax and melt into his other half, wrapping his arms loosely around them. They suddenly pulled away and snatched up Seungri’s phone. Seungri gazed at them, slightly miffed but mostly confused. He wanted kisses, damn it.

A soft piano tune flooded into the room, courtesy of the Bluetooth speaker. It was quickly accompanied by various other instruments.

“Musical snuggles~”

“How do you always know what I need?” He mumbled, resting his head on their shoulder, eyes closed and mouth barely parted in invitation. They dove in again, nudging noses. Seungri smiled wide and moved his arms up, resting them gently around their neck. “I love you.”

They chuckled lightly, “Bad day at work?”

“I don’t need to have a bad day to love you.”

“You just don’t say it often, is all.”

Seungri frowned. “I told you yesterday. And this morning. I tell you all the time!”

They outrighted snorted this time, jolting Seungri slightly in their arms. “I was kidding! I know you say it all the time. I love you too.”

“No. Don’t love you anymore. You’re mean,” Seungri pouted, turning his head. His lover leaned in and took the opportunity to lather sloppy kisses down his neck and over his collarbones where they knew Seungri was particularly ticklish. In response, Seungri could do nothing more than wiggled and laugh as they tightened their grip, nipping his ears as well now. “Okay, stop, stop! I’m sorry! I love you still!”

“I’m so sorry but I love you, it was all lies~”

“Don’t bring my work into this!”

“What, too soon? It’s only been 11 years since it came out,” They pecked his nose playfully while Seungri tried and failed to come up with a solid comeback.

“Shut up, I’m tired now. Bedtime!” And with that, Seungri flopped face down onto the pillow, lying completely still.

“You know you’ll suffocate if you-”

“Shut up and spoon me,” came the muffled reply as the man shimmed around onto his side. His partner gently came to rest behind him, throwing an arm over Seungri’s side. They fell asleep to the quiet jazz still seeping into the room, breathing matched and held close to one another.

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[kpopwishes]

40 + seungri

Admin: Gemma

40. “Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”

Genre: Fluff

You walked around the mess of clothes and shoes that looked to have been carelessly thrown around and panicked. What the hell was this? You had been away at work all day and he said he was going to clean! 

“Seungri?” You called out into the hall as you bent to pick up the clothes on the floor.

“Uh…” You heard the shuffle of his feet and the slamming of what could only be your closet door.

“There is no use in hiding the damn clothes, I know you didn’t do the laundry anyway so please don’t jam it back into the closet with the clean clothes.” You opened the door to find him in the comfiest of home clothes and his laptop out with work emails filling up his screen.

“I’m sorry?” He half apologized as he smiled lopsidedly at you, knew you had already forgiven him. He flipped over to rest his back on your closet door and made grabby hands at you to come closer. 

“You could have just said you were busy with work you know. I wouldn’t have asked you.” You murmured as you nestled yourself into his arms.

“I’m sorry babe.”

“Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it. You know you’ll end up doing this again eventually.”

“I will not!” He defended. You lifted your head to challenge his feigned hurt.

“What about those dishes?” His expression went blank and you knew right then and there that he had no clue what you were talking about.

“You ask me to do the dishes?”

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[onepumpofsyrup]

What I See ll Seungri ll Prologue

What  I See : Prologue 

BigBang : Seungri 

Pairing : Seungri x Reader 

Genre : Fluff, Angst, Humor, Romance

Words : 1.5 k +

Summary: Seungri only sees the reader as a walking disaster. But the reader sees him as her night in shining armor. 

a/n This story is a big thank you to all my amazing followers. 

People rushed left and right, working around the various cameras, trying to perfect small details while the group before them practiced in preparation for the final shot. 

If asked, you would easily say that you loved your job. You enjoyed the chaos, and working in the music industry, there was always chaos to spare. You’d majored in music and production in college and dreaded the day you’d have to settle for an office job. You’d been lucky though, and scored a job as an assistant right out of college with YG Entertainment. You were assigned to work as an assistant to BIGBANG, and while your talents were a bit wasted on following five rambunctious men around, you couldn't be happier with the pace they'd forced you to keep up with. Every day was a new disaster. Every day a new problem. You were in your element when fixing things, creating perfection.           

Today though, you’d been slow on the up take. Slow to anticipate the boys’ needs. Slow to perfect the little things. Your body felt cold, freezing, in fact. Despite the layers you’d pulled on today, you couldn't shake the chill from inside you. You could swear your bones were made of ice and no number of sweaters and heat packets would help. 

"Hey! Get over here and help me hold this!" What should have been a quick head turn had you feeling as if a weight had settled on your neck, making the turn slow and sluggish. You blinked a few times before realizing that one of the crew was struggling to hold a large fan steady.

Lead weights encased your legs as you pushed yourself over to the man. Small release was found by leaning your body into the metal contraption, allowing your weight to be shifted from your exhausted feet and onto it. 

"Is there a reason you look like you face-planted in blush today?" A long pause, followed by an irritated, "Hey, I asked you a question." 

You blinked, and looked up at the man.

Is he talking to me?

"Hey, kiddo, you okay? You hearing me?"

A buzz was filling your ears, making his voice muffled. 

"Kid!" 

Black dots swirled in front of you.

"Hmm?" you finally pushed the hum from your throat. 

"Geez, you're a mess. Look, just go over there and make sure Seungri's got some water. Keep the guy nice and hydrated. Can you do that?" His gaze was hard on your face, his annoyance plain. "Go!"

I’m doing what I can. Sorry I’m not super strong, jackass.  

Again, you blinked as your only response before standing up, struggling your way over to the refreshment table. Your hands shook slightly as you held a cup under the spout of the clear water dispenser. Pressing the button, you watched as perfectly cut cucumbers and mint leaves fell with the water into the cup, whirling around one another in a sort of dance. Your distraction got the best of you, and soon enough, water was spilling over the top and onto the floor. 

You placed the too-full cup on the table and grabbed some napkins. "Shit," you mumbled as you shook the water from your hands and began to wipe up the mess. "What is wrong with you today? You got plenty of sleep, you've been eating healthy, and you drink lots of water. Get it together!" 

You picked the water back up and walked it slowly over to Seungri, hoping that your careful, steady pace would keep the water inside it. 

He was speaking to a photographer when you approached, his attention away from you and instead focused on how best he could model the concept. You stood next to him, head down as a wave of dizziness took you over. The cup fell from your hands, coating Seungri's pants in cold water and marring the suede of his shoes. You vaguely heard him call out and sensed him stepping back from you as a dark fuzz formed around the edges of your vision. The blackness grew larger, taking over your site entirely.

"I need to sit down." The sentence was intended to be a thought, but your mind was so foggy that you couldn't help but speak it aloud. 

"Hey... Hey, sweetheart, you okay?" You felt hands on your shoulders, gently holding you in place as your head lolled backwards. Whatever power had been giving you the energy to stay up right all day suddenly left as you fell limp in his arms.

 ***

 Seungri's attention was focused solely on his phone as a nurse inspected a drip that had been inserted into the inside of his little assistant's arm. What was your name? Surely someone had said it earlier. He'd heard one of the crew workers calling you kid, but someone must have said your real name. He'd only ever called you Sweetheart, there’d been no need to learn it.

He cast his eyes towards you. He should be on the set right now, taking his turn shooting the video. But no, here he was, babysitting. His day would now be lengthened by another hour due to this little excursion. Didn't you know to stay home when you were sick? Didn't you notice the symptoms? Didn't you take care of yourself?

You were basically a kid. At least you looked it. Soft baby face, chipper positive personality, and an abundance of energy. 

This wasn't the first time that he'd noticed you causing trouble. You moved too quickly and often forgot important procedures. Just last week you’d been helping put together a display for a photo shoot. Either you’d been moving much too quickly, or you’d misjudged its stability, but it had all come crashing down around you. 

She’s a complete fucking disaster, but it’s not my problem. The thought rolled over and over in his mind, yet…

He was still there. Why was he sitting here? Why did he offer to go with you to the hospital? Why did he take care of your hospital bills? 

You were cute. Or maybe he only thought you were cute because this was the first time you weren’t running around crazily. This was the first time you'd looked... peaceful? Well, as peaceful as someone who left a wake of destruction could look.

Seungri reached forward and smoothed the wrinkle between your eyebrows.

There, now she looks peaceful.

No more than a second later, the crease was back. He frowned and smoothed it again. This time, your nose wrinkled along with your eyebrows. He couldn’t help but smooth it for a third time. 

"Stop touching me, Baron."

He glared down at you. "Who's Baron?"

Your eyes popped open and blinked at him, startled. "You're not Baron."

"No, I’m not."

A pale blush colored your cheeks. You bit your bottom lip lightly, deliberating on what to say. "Baron is my dog."

"Good to know." 

"This is awkward. Do you feel awkward? Geez, I haven't felt this awkward since school." You spoke as quickly as you moved; unsurprising as he felt you must do everything in a rush. 

"It's a little awkward, sweetheart. How are you feeling?"

"Better," you answered as your eyes darted around the room, taking in the sterile environment. "Hospital, right?"

"You had a pretty high fever and passed out on me. Why did you come to work if you didn't feel well?" 

Your eyes fell away from his. "I didn't really notice."

His brow furrowed in confusion. "You didn't notice? How did you not notice?" 

"I mean, I noticed, I just didn't think much of it," you said with a shrug before moving to sit up. Automatically, he placed a hand to you shoulder and pushed you back down. 

"Slow down, sweetheart. See that bag there?" He pointed up at the IV. "Whatever's in it is supposed to make you feel better. So be a good kiddo and let it finish before you sit up." 

Your bottom lip jutted out in a pout. "I'm not a kid." 

He lifted his hands up in a mock apology. "My mistake, I guess I just assumed  you were because adults take days off when they're sick."

"Some adults can't afford to take a day off." You pushed his hand off you as you rose up in a panic. "How much is this going to cost me?!"

He placed his hands on your shoulders and gently pushed you back down again. "Nothing. I've already covered it. Just rest and stop worrying." 

"Why would you do that?" 

"Because, technically, I'm kind of your boss. Sure, I don't employ you, but I tell you what to do all the time." At the skeptical look you gave him, he sighed and continued. "Look, you're always taking care of me and the other guys. Let me take care of you." It was a bullshit excuse: he was only doing it because he assumed you were incapable of caring for yourself. 

A blush began to rise in your cheeks again. "You're like a knight in shining armor," you tease, appreciative but embarrassed.

He sent you a wink. "I'm a real Prince Charming." He reached forward and ruffled your hair. "Just don't fall for me, I'm not a nice guy when it comes to pretty girls like you." 

***

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[casuallyimagining]

Home (24.5)

Hybrid Min Yoongi x Female Reader; Platonic OT7 x Female Reader; Namseok; Jinkook

Summary: After helping Yoongi get away from his abusive former owner, you’re left to focus on your relationship and how it progresses. That is, until you find six other hybrids who need your help, and their former owner decides he’s going to make your life hell. Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff Word Count: 838 Rating: M Warnings (updated per chapater): stalking, wild animal attack, major character injury, blood, implied homophobia, slight internalized homophobia, starvation, hospitalization, discussion of sexual assault, discussion of physical assault, discussion of controlling behavior, heavy petting, marking, slightly toxic relationship, spiraling thoughts, fictional discrimination, discussion of sex work

Major thanks to @eatjeanjin for beta-ing this and for listening to me complain almost constantly. You’ve been nothing but helpful and sweet, and I’m so grateful for your opinions and assistance.

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Sequel to Fix You. Read it first.

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Frantic wasn’t exactly a word Yoongi would use to describe himself on a regular basis. But right now, he was frantic, and he could feel it growing the more he picked up items and put them down. His collar was missing, he wasn’t sure for how long, and slowly, a pit was growing in his stomach.

He growled in frustration, dumping out the hamper in your bedroom and starting to go through the dirty laundry. It had to be somewhere. It had to be.

“Hyung?” Jungkook’s soft voice in the doorway made Yoongi jump. The pup’s ears were stock-straight–he looked worried. “Is everything okay?”

Yoongi shook his head, turning the shirt he wore the day before inside-out. “Have you seen my collar?”

“Your…” The pup’s ears flattened against his head. “Is it missing?”

“No, Jungkook. We’re playing hide and seek.” Yoongi felt bad for snapping–the younger hybrid obviously didn’t mean anything by his question–but he couldn’t help it. He would apologize later.

Jungkook hummed. “Want some help? Maybe I can help you sniff it out.”

Yoongi sighed. It wasn’t in the laundry. He nodded as he threw the clothes back in the hamper. “I’m checking the living room next.”

Almost immediately, the pup was bounding away, tail wagging behind him, happy to be helpful. They turned the living room upside-down in silence, tearing apart the couch, checking under the television, looking in the floor vents. Nothing.

Yoongi’s heart sank the more they looked. But then, in the kitchen-

“Oh! Here it is, hyung!” Jungkook’s head popped up from behind the trash can. In his hand sat a shiny silver chain and a circular medallion. It was a little dusty, and it was positively covered in shed fur, but it was his collar. “The chain’s broken,” the pup lamented, turning his hand and allowing the collar to pour into Yoongi’s palm.

As soon as it was in his grasp, Yoongi let out a shaky breath, his tail flicking behind him before wrapping around his arm. “Thanks for helping me find it.”

“Happy to help.” The pup flashed Yoongi a wide, toothy grin before trotting away, probably looking to go wait for Hobi to get home from work.

Sighing, Yoongi collapsed into a stool in the kitchen, the collar sitting sadly on the counter in front of him. Jungkook was right. The chain was broken at the clasp. He would have to ask you to get him a new chain.

Technically, he could go without it. He didn’t need a collar. You didn’t own him. The law only required that owned hybrids have collars so they weren’t mistaken for strays. The license in Yoongi’s wallet took care of that. But he liked his collar. It was… comforting.

He’d never had to wear a collar when Seungri was his owner–Seungri never really let them go anywhere that having one would be necessary. And really, he’d never wanted one. There was a time when he dreamed of being an independent hybrid, of not having an owner, of not being forced to wear a collar and be a second-class citizen.

That had changed the second he saw the collar display when you took him to the store for the first time.

He wanted one. No, he needed one. But more than that, he wanted you to give it to him. Even back then, he felt more connected to you than he had anyone else. He felt like he belonged. Not to you, like a pet, but with you, like a friend, like more. Yoongi had never felt like he belonged anywhere before. It had come so easy with you.

Footsteps in the hallway drew his attention, ears swiveling to catch the noise. He didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was. His whole body reacted to the scent–freshly brewed coffee and well-read books, the warmth of hot tea and honey, and just a hint of cinnamon–muscles relaxing and his anxiety from earlier calming almost immediately.

“Hey.” You hand found his hair almost immediately, your fingers carded through the strands softly. “Jungkook said your collar broke.”

Ah. So that was where the pup went.

“The chain snapped.” Yoongi sighed, pushing the broken chain towards you so that you could see.

You hummed, and for a second, perhaps irrationally, Yoongi thought you would be mad. But then you scratched gently at his scalp and kissed his forehead. “That’s okay. We can go later to the store and get you a new one.” You picked up the necklace, turning the pendant in your fingers. “Maybe a new one of these, too, if you’d like. Looks like it’s starting to rust.”

Yoongi’s arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. A small purr started in his chest. He was glad you’d come around on the collar. It was as much a part of you as it was him, at this point. A symbol of what you’d done for him. A symbol that, no matter what, he had a home with you.

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[smuttyfairy]

Looking for a smut it has Seungri in it- its about a nurse, she works in the cardiac department in the hospital and she takes care of him and eventually they do the deed there are 2 parts to this story

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[rscenarios]

Seungri - First Class

A request @withlovefromx from a long, long time ago (I hope the tagged blog is still the person who sent the request, sorry if not I will remove it!) “Scenario where you're flying (first class of course ^^) and you get scared and begin to harass the stranger next to you (aka Seungri)”

Hope you guys enjoy. -Admin Em

Warnings: fear of plane turbulence/death

You aren’t sure what brought on your urge to travel. The feeling settled in about three months ago, making you look at different travel destinations. You briefly thought about going to Japan since it wasn’t terribly far away, maybe a two hour long flight. But then you began looking at places such as Bora Bora, France, and Hawaii: each place making you more and more interested.

As you look at your ticket to Rome you smile to yourself, mentally thinking through all the things you wanted to see and do. You would see the Colosseum, the Trevi Fountain, go to the Palatine Hill, and much more during your week there. You check the gate number again before taking a seat and waiting. This would be your first solo vacation, which has you a bit nervous despite the excitement. Mentally you run through everything you needed to do before you got on the plane in case you needed to make a phone call before the board time in an hour. When you finish, you loop through the list again before you relax.

An hour later, you line up to get on the plane. The attendant checks your ticket before thanking you and allowing you on board. You quickly find your seat and store your carry on before settling in. The seat is comfortable with small little vents for heat or air conditioning. In front of you is a small TV for in-flight entertainment and a pull down tray for meals later on. The only thing that could ruin this was if the person in the seat next to you was awful. You glance around, watching fellow passengers settle in their seat before you see a handsome man looking at the empty place beside you.

Before he can notice, you look away so he doesn’t catch you staring. You definitely don’t want things to be awkward on this flight, which leaves you unsure if you should say anything to him or not. The soft click of the seat belt alerts you that he’s now settled in so you risk glancing at him in your peripheral vision. He’s handsome with short dark hair with some light makeup on. In a weird way you can feel a sort of confidence in his aura. As the safety announcements start you look forward and pay attention, although a small piece of your mind screams that the plane is starting to move to the runway.

You try to stay calm and focus on other things once the announcement finishes. The gum you’re chewing seems to already have lost flavor with how rapidly your jaw is moving. The seat feels as if it’s trying to swallow you whole as your body presses against it. A weigh seems to press on your chest, only adding to the feeling of being pulled into the seat. Your eyes can’t help but take note of the world moving outside so you close them, trying to imagine yourself standing at the Colosseum.

The small fantasy brings you comfort as you allow yourself to continue imagining everything. Your eyes only open as the announcement tells you that you can remove your seat belt to move around and use small electronic devices. Glancing out the window you see the world is nothing but white fluff. Pulling out your phone you take a photo, capturing the beauty and your accomplishment of flying on your own.

Tension leaves your body as you watch the stewardesses coming to take any drink orders. You order your favorite drink on the menu while the guy next to you orders a rum and coke. His voice is almost soft and musical and you almost want to hear more of it. Still, you can’t find it in yourself to introduce yourself in case things get awkward during this long flight. Better to be in a comfortable silence than to have an awkward one. When your drink arrives you give thanks and sip on it as you watch out the window a bit before you start to read the book you’d brought with you.

Things stay calm for a few hours so you finally decide to try and sleep, Which is of course when the plane starts to shake. Your eyes shoot open and your hand quickly latch onto the first things they can for support: an arm rest and the stranger’s arm. In your panicked state, you don’t register your actions until you hear a voice beside you asking if you’re okay.

“Sorry, sorry,” you say, forcing your grip to loosen so you can remove your hand. A small whine leaves your lips as the plane shakes again and the seat belt sign lights up.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be alright. It’s just light turbulence that happens now and then.”

“You mean this is normal?! It’s going to continue?!”

“Shhh,” the stranger says quietly. “It won’t be constant but it might happen a few times more. I fly a lot.”

“That doesn’t make this safe.” Your voice is quieter as you look at the darkening world outside.

The person next to you leans over and closes the window shade. “Just think about something else.”

“You make it seem so easy. As if we might not die at any moment.”

“Like I said, I do this a lot.” He gives a small sigh.

“So you’ve said,” unable to control the hint of annoyance in your voice. “Why would you willingly put yourself through this so much? Only a crazy person would do such a thing.”

He gives you a small chuckle. “It’s mostly for work, but sometimes for fun. And I’m only crazy sometimes. My name is Seunghyun, but most people call me Seungri.”

“Seungri...what an interesting nickname. Well, Seungri, even if you are paid well I don’t think it’s worth risking your life. I’m ________________.”

“The pay is good, but it’s more the reward that I enjoy. Nice to meet you.”

“It would be nicer to have met you on stable ground when I’m not worried about dying,” you whine as the plane shakes again, your fingers digging into both the arm rests this time.

“I’m sure it would be,” Seungri laughs. “It’ll be alright, it’s lighting up.”

“How can you possibly know that?”

“The shaking is less frequent,” he points out.

“It doesn’t feel like it.”

Seungri lightly taps the back of your hand, “Because you’re shaking.”

“O-oh...can you blame me?”

“No. It can be scary to go through this by yourself. Maybe next time take a shorter flight to start,” he teases.

“I barely want to finish this flight so thinking about another is out of the question. Oh no, how am I going to make it home? What am I going to do?”

“One step at a time. Let’s find you a movie to watch,” Seungri suggests, looking at the movie options. Eventually he’s able to help you settle on something, although by then the turbulence has ended. “Now will you be okay watching this so I can sleep?”

“Sure...I’m sorry to have disturbed you.”

“It’s okay, but be careful since you may not be next to someone so nice on your next flight.”

“Noted,” you nod before he puts on a sleep mask and settles back in his seat. YOu give the movie your attention until you drift off to sleep.

By the time you wake up, Seungri is already awake and finishing off a small meal. “Rise and shine,” he gives a small smile when he sees you looking at him.

“Are we almost there,” you yawn, stretching in your seat.

“Another two hours,” he says, looking at his watch. You nod, getting up to stretch your legs and get a meal ordered. When you settle back down, you lift the window shade to see nothing but white clouds. “Don’t look too long, you might panic again.”

“Oh shush,” you roll your eyes.

“You harassed me first so I’m allowed some teasing,” he points out as your food arrives.

“Fair point,” you muse as you start to eat. “I can handle your teasing since you were so nice to me.”

And with that Seungri is quick to get witty with you, but soon it turns into polite conversation for the remainder of the flight. You’re actually quite calm during the landing as you continue chatting as you chew your gum. You walk together to find your luggage.

“Well ______________, this is where we part ways,” Seungri tells you once he finds his things. “It was nice meeting you.”

“You as well,” you smile as he walks off. It’s only moments later when you have your bag that you never got any contact information. You mentally curse yourself the entire trip to the hotel. As you check into your room you accept there’s nothing you could do about it now. With everything settled, you decide to take a stroll, much too tired to go true sight seeing. Tomorrow you would go to Trevi Fountain and the surrounding areas.

For now you just enjoy a bit of the new country before you head back and get some proper sleep.

The following morning you make your way to the Fountain, camera snapping photos along the way. Soon enough you are standing before the travertine creation, marveling at it’s beauty. Photos certainly did not do it justice. Still, you snap a few and even ask someone to take a photo of you for a keepsake. The stranger happily does so before going about their business. You look at the careful workings and listen to the running water for a moment before pulling out a coin. Fiddling the object you think of what you want to wish for, your mind eventually drifting back to Seungri. You should wish for good fortune, but you can’t shake the image of him. Even if you could just meet him again, that would be enough.

Slowly you turn, using your left hand to throw the coin over your right shoulder.

Even if you didn’t get to see him, this would at least mean you would return to Rome someday. Content with your time here, you move to the next place on your agenda.

Five years later you find yourself standing in the same place, fiddling with your coin. Slowly, you toss it the same way you had done last time. “Did you wish for a safe flight home?”

You try your best to glare, but the smile on your face won’t go away. “Shut up, I wasn’t even bad on the way here!”

“Then what did you wish for?”

“That my idiot husband will get smarter,” you tease, making Seungri dramatically clutch his chest.

“How can you be so cruel on our honeymoon? After I made such a nice wish too. It might not come true since you’re so mean.”

You quickly kiss his cheek. “I’ll be nice since you’re so cute. And I’m sure your wish will come true, this fountain is magical.”

He gives you a quick kiss, before holding you close and asking someone to take your photo. As the two of you look at the picture he whispers. “Being here with you is magical.”

“You’re so cheesy.”

“I’m a dream come true and you love me.”

“More like a wish, but yes, I love you.”

“I love you too,” he smiles.

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•BOYFRIEND: Seungri

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Dagger (part 2)

AU: Mafia

POV: Reader

Rating: PG-13 (For the violence and occasional language)

Pairings: A wee bit of Reader X Seungri, and that subtle GDYB.

Summary: As the sister of the leader of the most dangerous gang in Seoul, you’ve done a pretty amazing job at maintaining a low profile, and not letting anyone know what family you belong to. Your life is normal, despite your brother’s intimidating, yet respected, image. But what the people don’t know, is that you’re Big Bang’s secret weapon, their Trump Card.

Part 1 | Part 2 |  Part 3 | Part 4(end)

“It was about you. He thinks this is too dangerous for you. He asked me to tell you to quit.”

Someone hit me with a bag full of bricks.

No, I thought, that would hurt less.

If I had been told Jiyong and Youngbae were about to get married, adopt three children and name them after different types of pasta, that would be more believable. “I have been with you people since before I could even say my own name. It’s where I belong, oppa. I don’t do anything else. I don’t want to do anything else.” I said, coming to a standstill.

“You need to understand, y/n, none of us wanted this life thrust upon you. All we want to do is keep you safe. And what we do, it is as far from safe as is possible to be. If anything were to happen to you, do you think I would be able to live with myself, knowing that it was all because of me? That it was my fault I could not protect my own baby sister? Even after I was warned so many times, even when I almost saw you die today?”

I could understand. I did understand. But he had to understand I had a choice too. For eighteen years this man had worked tooth and nail, not being able to afford three square meals for himself, but making sure I never went to bed hungry. I was his responsibility. And now that I could, I wanted to repay him. Even if it was with my life. I wanted to watch his back, make sure he returned home every night, and bury anyone who dared to ruin what he created with his blood and sweat.

“Do I not get a say in my own life then? I need to make decisions on my own now. I’m not your six year old in pigtails anymore. Why can’t you see that?” I really did not mean to yell, or sound ungrateful, but that, somehow, was how things turned out.

“I suppose I should. I’m sorry for trying to do the right thing. I’m sorry for trying to protect you.” The pain in his eyes killed me over and over again. He just walked on, without a word, crestfallen.

I wanted to go after him, but something held me back. It took some time to register it was not my feelings, but was indeed a person, holding my arm.

“What the hell? Let go of me.”

The person, who was being referred to as ‘perv’ inside my head, showed no intentions of doing that.

“Right. Now. While I’m still asking nicely.”

“Well I’ll treat you right, love.” He sounded positively drunk. His breath only confirmed the same. “Don’t bother running after that coward of a man anymore, who doesn’t even know what he’s leaving behind. I know what girls like you want. And I’ll make sure you get what you des-” He was cut off by a punch landing square on his nose, causing blood to drip down.

Pulling me behind him, Jiyong growled, “If you so much as breathe within a thousand miles of my sister again, I will slice you into so many pieces, they will have a lot of trouble burying your useless ass.”

“Think you’re so tough, huh?” The guy said, wiping the last of blood from his face, visibly offended. “Hey guys, I think we need to teach this stiff douchebag and his little bitch here some really solid lessons.”

“I’m going to do you a favour and tell you to back the fuck off before you and your peasants have to be scraped off the floor in the aftermath.”

“You son of a bitch-” He cursed and tried to punch Jiyong, who stealthily dodged it, caught a hold of the guy’s hand, stretched it out, so they looked more like a couple doing salsa than two extremely angsty dudes fighting for dominance, and used his elbow to hit the back of the perv’s head repeatedly.

Meanwhile two men, presumably the ‘guys’ ganged up on me, as I backed away from Jiyong. “Well this is hardly fair gentlemen.” I said, sarcastically. “An exhausted girl who is not in the mood for your bullshit, versus two scrawny rodents hell-bent upon making her loose her temper. The odds seem a bit off to me.”

“Shut up, bitch. You’re only making it more difficult for you.” One of them said as both the men lunged at me at the same time.

Ducking out from their reach, I grabbed both their wrists in the process, and exactly as Daesung had taught, turned suddenly, jerking their arms, then folded them against their backs, inviting gasps of pains from both.

“I told you, I’m not in the mood for your bullshit” I say as I kick the first one from behind, then the next making them fall on their knees. Before they had the time to comprehend what their free hands were going to do, I elbowed one of them from the back, with enough force to knock him unconscious, strong enough to send jitters up my arm, and then kicked the other one to the floor and again knocked the living daylights out of him; with the heel of my foot, gently caressing his face.

When I turned around Jiyong was already done with the guy who was bundled up on the ground still mumbling curses at both of us. He still looked extremely hurt from our argument earlier, and something in me broke.

“I’m sorry.” I blurted out, as tears began to well up in my eyes. “All you’ve ever done is risk your own life to keep me safe, and I am so, so grateful for that. I wanted to be with you guys, not for adrenaline kicks to fulfill my wild teenage fantasies of punching assholes into the sunset, but so I could maybe try to do the same for you, as you have done for me. Watch your back, make sure you don’t die doing something stupid like taunting people with grenade launchers aimed at you, maybe also make sure you came back every day. Take care of you, in the only way that I know.”

Jiyong simply walked up to me and wrapped his arms around my whimpering body. In an instant I did the same, as if clinging onto him for dear life. As my head rested on his shoulder, his hands gently played with my hair. There was a comfortable silence, interrupted only when we heard one of the guys that I had knocked down slowly come to his senses. We ran then. Not because we couldn’t take them in a fight again, hell, we would still emerge victorious if they called in multiple reinforcements. But, because none of us wanted to ruin the effects of the moment that had just passed.

As we came to a stop in front of our house, out of breath and pumped on adrenaline, one of the guards opened the door before we even reached in and both of us bowed to thank him. I was about to make my way up the stairs when Jiyong half whispered half yelled, “Y/n, I’m so sorry.” Puzzled, I turned around to see him; he looked like he had committed the most heinous crime in the history of heinous crimes, and was severely regretting it. “What’s wrong? Why do you look like that?”

“I shouldn’t have left you alone like that. That filthy guy and his minions could’ve done anything to you, and again, it would have been my fault. I’m so so sorry, y/n, I promise, I’ll never leave you alone like that again. Never.”

It was my turn to initiate The Hug, and so I did.

“It was mostly my fault, you know. I should have caught up to you. If not that, then at least I should have been the one to punch his nose off his face. I should’ve done something, but I dint. Let’s call it even.”

“You know,” He said, tightening his hold on me, “When I say ‘never’ I also mean the times when I’m out kicking ass. I’m not letting you out of my sight again.”

“So, I’m not being shoved out of your super cool ninja clan then, G Dragon-sama?”

He just laughed and breathed a light no somewhere in between. “Now go to bed, Naruto, you have school tomorrow.”

“Jerk.”

“Bitch.”

The next day Jiyong and Youngbae had a very heated discussion about me and what’s best for me and eventually, both of them decided it was best indeed, that I do stay with them, lest I shall be harmed in their prolonged periods of absence.

While they were in there, discussing my future, I was in the kitchen, making a very healthy double cheese chicken lasagna for my hungry self. As I was too busy drooling over the cheese that was bubbling in the oven, my surroundings became void and all that mattered anymore was the wall of time that stood between the food and my esophagus.

Out of nowhere, two fingers pressed down on either side of my waist, making me jump up in surprise. What was more embarrassing was the inhuman sound I made in the said process. Taking the first thing I found on the shelf I turned towards the attacker in a poise of self-defence.

“Whoa, y/n, you’re going to decapitate someone with that lethal spatula, girl.”

“Seungri? Dude, I would actually have decapitated you. Don’t sneak up on me like that. I have killer reflexes, you know.” I smirk.

“I’d love to put that to test someday. Let’s see, next weekend? My place?”

“Did you think that was smooth, Lee Seunghyun?”

“Is that a no?”

“Do you like lasagna?”

“What?”

“Yes. It’s a yes. Now, would you like to have lasagna? It’s almost done.” Talking about relationship stuff made me uncomfortable, and so, in the worst, most weird way that I could, I changed the topic.

“Some other time, princess. I need to go meet your brother first.”

“Cool. More for me then.” Princess? What?

“Watch the calories though.”

“Watch the calories though.” I mimic in a mocking tone as he smirks and walks away.

What a beautiful pain in the ass.

By the time the guys were done, it was evening already, and I did not realize that I had fallen asleep on the kitchen counter. Only managing to eat half the lasagna before my screwed up sleep schedule demanded to be acknowledged.

I woke up to the sound of Jiyong munching down the lasagna, sitting across from me on the counter.

“So Seungri asked you out?” He said, when he realized I had woken up.

“What? How do you know?”

“He called me this morning to ‘confess’ his weird feelings for you. He dint want to do it behind my back.”

“And you agreed?” I ask, visibly taken aback.

“Well, might as well. He knows what’s going to happen if he fucks it up.”

I snorted, and took a bite out of the lasagna as well.

“How did you make this?” He asked, making a disgusted face, “It tastes like damp socks.”

“It definitely does not. It’s better than what that good for nothing girlfriend of yours used to make.”

“Oh but she was good for something...” He says looking up at the ceiling, as if he was nostalgic. A smug smile on his face.

“You’re disgusting Kwon Jiyong.” I say, hitting his shoulder lightly. “Also, let me sleep. Go away.  Shoo. Do whatever deep dark stuff you do locked away in your deep dark room.”

“No, y/n, listen to me. This is important. It’s about that gang that’s after us.” He said, in a serious tone, which indicated we were down to business. “They’re called ‘death stroke’. Almost ten years ago, they were our biggest rivals, when dad’s company was about to go bankrupt and I had just ascended in his place. But, we beat him. After which they went underground. Now, I believe it was because they could not bear being defeated by a sexy eighteen year old, but according to Seunghyun hyung they were just ‘laying low’. Now that they believe it is us who screwed them over, their leader is blinded by revenge to extract vengeance from my majestic self. Even if we tell him it wasn’t us, he won’t believe it because, despite what TOP hyung says, he hates my guts. Now we’ve got to be careful, because who knows how many upgrades he has gone through over the years.”

“Upgrades? Oppa, this isn’t a video game villain.”

“Sister, he is called Midnight.”

“Ok first of all, I want that title. Second, why was this guy such a big rival of dad’s company?”

“Because apparently he had some beef with dad. He’s the reason the company fell in the first place.”

“Then let’s kill this bitch.”

Over the years, I always wanted to know why such a big company had reached such a low within almost no time. Who was the catalyst that favoured this downfall? I never asked my brother, because I was afraid he’d blame himself for it. But now that the son of a bitch had a face, and not to mention a cool ‘stage name’ that I required, I wanted nothing more than to paint his walls in deep, permanent red.

Over the course of the next few days, the guys all did their digging on this ‘Midnight’ and his ‘death stroke’, while I doodled in the back of my notebooks because whatever the teachers were saying in classes, was either never going to help me, or was just plain boring. As it is I was able to maintain good grades and an average image in class, so I could afford to doodle. I had earned the right to doodle. And so, I shamelessly doodled.

Fridays were the worst. Teachers gave extra homework, we had PE as the last period, and the instructor loathed my mere existence. Also, you never knew when the principle would come over and hand you more things to do, because of which, more often than not, we had to stay back after school hours.

This time, we were supposed to make paper cut outs for the first graders’ classrooms because they had a ‘Bring your mother to school’ day. I always hated these days, and anything to do with them.

“Never have I ever seen someone cut up golden stars with that much hatred in their eyes. You ok y/n?” My best friend asked me.

“Yeah well, when you have been personally victimized by your PE Instructor and then have a ‘decorate-a-classroom-for-mothers’ shoved in your face like a big ‘fuck you, you motherless git’, it sort of sucks the fun out of your peachy day.”

“Whoa slow down there sunshine. Here, have some chocolate.” She said, handing me a Hershey’s Kiss.

“Never leave me girl. What would I do without you?”

“Curl up in the fetal position and sob endlessly.” She said indifferently, as she pulled out a chocolate for her own self and ate it.

We finished the work sooner than I expected.

“A hundred starts and a double hundred chocolates later, the salty bitches finally emerge victorious!” I say, stretching my arms and got up.

“Speak for yourself, Cinderella. I happen to be a sweeter bitch.”

Both of us made out way out. Glad, the headache assigned to us was over. There were people in the class who looked at us with envy, and that made leaving even more satisfying.

We were out the school’s gate when it suddenly struck me, “Oh! I almost forgot, Seungri asked me out.”

“WHAT!! And I’m hearing about this NOW?! I feel betrayed. Did you find someone else to tell this to? *gasp* Are you CHEATING ON ME?”

“Calm down, you’re going to go into cardiac arrest. Who else would accept this eternal void of darkness except for you? I’ll tell you about it later, I want to go home right now, and sleep in a tub and hopefully drown in there for a couple of days.”

“Gimme a call when you come back from the dead, or if you die for good, ask Jiyong oppa to do it. We’ll support each other through the tough time. Then get married and name our firstborn after you.”

“Gross. Officially too gross. Oh the mental image. That’s it I’ve been scarred for life. I’m going to leave and pretend this never happened.” With that I turned, and walked away, already dreaming about essential oils soaking away all the torture I valiantly withstood today. And honestly, my body ached from head to toe, fingers about to spasm because of constant use of scissors, legs screaming out in protest, my eyes watering from the dire need for sleep. I was literally a wreck.

The sky was a dull yellow grey, clouds gradually blanketing all the blue and the setting sun not making any attempts to put up a fight either. There was a cool wind sweeping the streets, and weather like this meant a storm was on its way. A gentle breeze hit me, making me uneasy to the core. Ever since I was a little girl, I had noticed, on days like this, something always went wrong. And somewhere inside, that little girl wanted nothing more than to go cuddle up inside Jiyong’s blankets, because she was scared to be left alone.

Without second thoughts, I broke into a run as soon as I saw my house up ahead. I desperately wanted to get away from the rumbling clouds, slowly setting the stage for something more terrible to take over.

As soon I made it through the door, I took out my phone and called my brother.

“Hello?”

“Oppa?” I gasped, too tired to hide the nervousness in my voice, still breathless from the unnecessary running.

“Oppa where-” I was cut off as a large hand blocked my mouth. I wanted to retaliate, to protest, but my body refused to respond. Someone hit me on the back of my head, and I fell, barely conscious. I could feel hot blood drip down my head, as I made out a figure bending down to pick up my phone.

“G-Dragon, It’s been a while. I hope you haven’t forgotten me? Not that it matters right now. You see, I have something you want, and you have something I want. What do you say we discuss it over tea sometime? If not, then forget about seeing this little cheesecake again. I can’t say would mind that. I can imagine a few things I could do with her. When you make up your mind, call me on this number.”

If Jiyong argued, threatened or even yelled at the man, I couldn’t make out. I knew I had to do something to save myself, and I had to do it fast.

I tried to get up from the floor, but my arms betrayed me. And I fell with a thud that bounced off the walls and drew all the attention towards me.

“Knock that bitch out for the love of God. And put her in the car.”

The last thing I heard was Jiyong’s muffled cry, seethed with pain and anger, then it all went dark.

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