Cold Coffee

Cold coffee

❥ Paring: CEO! Song Mingi x employee reader

❥Genre: pure SMUT, you can find almost no plot here

❥Warnings: Pet names like darling, sweetheart, reader in implied tiny once,, fingering, slight exhibition dom!Mingi, sub!reader, deep voice Mingi, overstimulation, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy) sir kink!

❥Word count: 0,9k

❥Requested? Yes

A/n: This is a continuation/ part 2 of Afternoon coffee, I suggest you to read that first for plot!

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” you exhale as your breath fogs up the big screen in front of you, handprints left where your attempt at a grip is so harsh.

“Yeah?,” the voice behind you enquires, “Because someone’s gonna find us?“

Now, how Mingi just loves to have you in compromising situations, fear of being caught like this only heating up the arousal bubbling in your lower belly. Right there, in his office. You could’ve never imagined this be happening to you.

Suppose it be the risk that entices you both.

So here, in the in Mr.Song’s office.

“I love the face you make,” he grunts as his hips slam into yours, body almost leeching forward from the force, “So dirty.”

The way Mingi grinds into you as you try to stabilise yourself has your thighs shaking, breath rapid and hoarse as he never gives you a moment to really breathe.

He always has such a focused look on his face, eyes tracing from your own in the screen of his huge desktop on the other side of his desk, to where he watches himself disappear inside you, and he has to bite back a moan in all honesty.

“This hole of yours is so fucking tight he grunts, hips speeding up as he watches your eyes roll back in pleasure.

"Should’ve said that in your resume, that way you would’ve evenhave to go through the paper work” He chuckles at his own joke at he readjust his hand placement on yo hip pulling you forward, almost making you fall off of his desk, if it wasn’t for his fast reflex to hold your belly.

“Opps, now we don’t want our hard working secretory to fall and injure themselves now do we?”

It’s a little, no- very wrong that you’re mixing pleasure and business, but the way that Mingi reduces you to a babbling mess, is just too good to ignore.

“Look at yourself when I’m fucking you,” his hand wraps around your neck, pulling you up enough to force yourself to make direct eye contact in the screen. You could see people walking by the office door from the side of your eyes, making you clench harder on him.

“Fuck” He moaned under his breath, speeding up his hips.

“Can’t you see how good I’m making you feel?“

“Fuck yes sir” You’re being exceptionally loud, Mingi would’ve have scold you to keep quite but he’s so lost in the moment.

Anyone who’s going to knock on the CEO’s office in these next few minutes will have an unfortunate discovery if they follow their intention through.

“Im close sweetheart, gonna cum for me?,” Mingi’s low voice in your ear has you frantically nodding, eyes scrunched shut as you feel the crescendo of pleasure.

It’s almost unbearable as you use the weight of your hands on his desk to fuck yourself back onto his cock, but oh, is it worth it when you throw your head back, convulsing around him and crying out his name.

Your volume never ceases as Mingi grips your neck tighter, release filling you up as he groans just as loud.

“Fucking hell,” he tries to disregard the waver in his voice from having just come.

He pulls out quickly, watching the way his cum slowly begins to leak out,

“Insane,” his fingers poke softly to fuck it back into you.

"Too much, too- sensetive please” you pleaded squirming away from his long slim fingers rubbing against your now over-sensetive walls.

“Shhh, you don’t wanna dirty my office now do you? Be a sweet one and keep it in hmm?” He hummed to himself, pressing a hand to your back, holding you on his desk as he kept fingering it back.

“I think now it’s deep enough, isn’t it?” He rubbed around you hole, still holding you, using you for his own amusement.

You could do nothing but to shake and try to scape his hand still pleasuring you.

“That was a question, darling”

“Y-yes sir”

When he was finally satisfied with your serviced, he helped you move your numb body off of his desk and making you look as presentable as possible before letting you catch your breath, now practically collapsed on his lap.

“Sir! Your coffee got cold” you said still catchingyour breath, panting on his chest. Even thought guilty was telling you to get out of his office asap, unfortunately you were thinking with your pussy, so you nuzzled in your boss’s neck and seemed for warmth and comfort.

“I’m glad I didn’t fuck you too dumb, baby” He said is a breathy tone, looking down at your tiny now sleeping figure at top of him.

He let out a breath as he let his own eyes rest and leaned back on his chair.

Knock knock knock

“Shit y/n get up get up”

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"Slow it down, make it bouncy" - Seonghwa

Pairing: Seonghwa X Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Fingering, Blowjob, Sex, Dirty words, Dominantion

Summary: Best friend teaches you how to ride the guy you want to go on a date with. Sides change when jealousy wins.

Word Count: ~1.9K

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"You don't understand," I whine when once again my friend consoled me with ditzy texts. "I just won't do it because I can't do it and your super consolations don't help me".

"Then what should I say to make you feel better?" he asked irritably

"I don't know. Help me, give me some advice, teach me. Anything so I don't come off as an idiot later. What if I go like this and..." I was interrupted by his laughter so I looked at him.

"Should I teach you? How? You try all the mommy kinks on me?" he continued laughing and I froze him with my eyes.

"I don't have any mommy kinks. I just want to come off as confident. This will be our first time and I don't want to lie there like a log."

"First time because it's your third date" he rolled his eyes and leaned against the back of the couch " Who's getting laid on the third date" he muttered more to himself.

"Don't complain just help me".

"How? Should I teach you how to ride a cock? If you want it, here you go" he slid down a bit on the couch and stretched out spreading his legs more "Sit down and learn".

I looked at him in shock but knew he was just being sassy at that moment. And wanting to match him I got up and sat right on his crotch. He looked at me surprised but smiled and put his hands on my hips pressing me more against him.

"You skipped a few steps," he said looking at me and stroking my hips.

"Which ones?"

"First you have to start by kissing him" saying this he looked at my lips "Later you have to kiss his neck and make him a few hickeys so that he doesn't leave you and forget you after these three dates."

He licked his lips and looked at my neck and breasts, tightening his fingers on my hips. He pressed me tighter and tighter against his crotch making me start to feel him start to have a boner.

"I think you're experienced at this," he looked back at me and laughed.

"You, on the other hand, are not. You haven't even undressed. Do you want to ride him with your clothes on?" he touched the collar of my shirt and lowered it as low as he could, exposing my shoulder. I took a deep breath which he obviously noticed and smiled.

"He can do something, too. Am I the only one who has to please him?" Seonghwa thought for a moment about something

"Right. I think he would be happy undressing you, exposing piece by piece this body," he said more quietly and touched the buttons of my shirt at breast level.

"I think so, too. Let him get something out of it, too," Seonghwa, as if reading my thoughts, glanced at me and began unbuttoning my shirt. He did it slowly, as if he wanted to gloat over each moment revealing more and more. My breathing became faster, under my pussy I could feel him getting harder and harder.

He pulled off my shirt completely and put it on the floor next to the couch. He watched for a long moment without doing anything, breathing deeply. After a long moment, he suddenly moved closer to me and started kissing my breasts, at the same time unhooking my bra. He pulled it off me and threw it carelessly on the floor. He immediately attacked my nipple by putting it in his mouth.

"I thought I was supposed to be the dominant one," I said with a groan.

"I thought I was the one who was supposed to teach you," he muttered, switching my left breast to right. I put my fingers in his hair and lightly pulled directing how he should pleased me.

"Right," I nodded, tilting my head back.

"Then undress us," he said moving away and leaning back. I blinked a few times before it occurred to me exactly what I should do. Finally, I reached the end of his tshirt and pulled upward. I slid down from his lap, purposely rubbing against his erection as much as possible, and kneeling between his legs I unbuckled his belt and zipper. I pulled his pants down right away along with his underwear, I looked at him and he looked at me with a smile.

"Suck it," he nodded to indicate to me what exactly should I do. I was slightly scared but took his cock gently in my hand and brought my lips closer to him. He took a deep breath in through his teeth and closed his eyes for a moment. I put my lips to the tip at which he flinched immediately.

"Lower," he almost whispered and pushed his hips up. I lowered my head and started kissing his entire length, at first I was trying to avoid his sensitive tip. But then I thought that after all, I was supposed to be the dominant one here, so I brought my lips to the very tip and gave a firm kiss, sucking him in.

"Ahh fuck. I said lower," he pulled himself up on the couch as if to escape and squeezed the blanket that lay carelessly beside him. "Take it all, but politely."

"Sure," I muttered and put in as much as I could. I sucked on it and rubbed it with my tongue as I moved my head up and down. Occasionally I'd nibble with my teeth what he clearly liked. All this time he tried to be quiet and when the moans themselves flew out of his mouth he seemed surprised himself.

"I thought you never did that," he spoke up, placing his hand on my cheek, the one I was now thrusting his cock into. I moved a few inches away from him and rubbed my hand holding it tight.

"Because I didn't."

"You're awesome at it" saying this he closed his eyes and tilted his head moaning quietly. I looked at him, rubbing him hard. "Do you want to end it with just a blowjob?"

"Huh?"

"With this guy. Do you want to just blowjob him or ride him?" he looked at me raising one eyebrow.

"No. Of course not."

"Well then, what are you waiting for?" I looked at him not knowing what to do. I took my hand away and waited for him to command me, to tell me what to do now. I was completely no good at dominating, nor was I experienced at all. I had had my way a few times but never initiated them.

Feeling his intense gaze on me, I stood up and began to pull down my pants. He leaned his head against the back of the couch and watched me with a smirk. I pulled down my pants and simply faced him. He laughed and grabbed my thighs pulling me closer to him so that I sat on his thighs.

"Where's that confidence of yours?" he moved closer and kissed my neck. After a while, he did it again and again. With his fingers he gently tickled my sides and hips, belly and breasts until he slid his hand low to my clit. I held my breath when I felt him press a single finger against my clit and move down to my hole. Adding a second finger, he pressed it into me, a little forcefully because I still wasn't stretched properly. Sucking, a little too hard, on the skin on my neck he moved his hand around putting his fingers in and out of me.

I held his shoulders tightly and gasped, my chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. I moved my hips wanting to feel more, I was intensely aroused. Seonghwa pulled his fingers out of me, entwined his hands around my waist and, sucking on my nipple, moved my hips. My naked pussy rubbed against his thighs, spreading juices on his bare skin.

"Put it in. Sit on me." He said quietly, grabbing my waist with his fingers and lifting me up. I hid my face in the hollow of his neck and lifted my hips to impale myself on his cock. Feeling him at my entrance, I lowered myself on top of him, pushing him into me. It was both painful and pleasurable when he stretched me so much.

"Fuck. You're so tight," he jabbed his fingers into my hips and threw his head back. A moan left my lips at his words. A little too loud than I would have liked. "Lift up and sit down.

As he said so I did. At first I slowly rose and fell on top of him, but over time I tried to do it faster and faster. Faster and harder. Seonghwa was still trying with all his might not to moan, instead he cursed every now and then. I, on the other hand, could not stop moaning. It was something new and incredibly exciting for me that I was the one who could set the pace.

When I felt him start rubbing my clit quickly I felt my orgasm approaching. I accelerated my movements as much as I could, so that now it was more like advancing him rather than jumping on him. Seonghwa suddenly started moaning quite loudly and thrusting his hips upward but after a while he stopped me by catching my hips firmly.

"Not so fast, fuck. Slow it down and make it bouncy," he said breathlessly. I took a deep breath and, correcting my legs, started jumping on him. I held onto his neck and my gaze flickered between his beautiful big eyes and his beautiful big lips. Our bodies bumped against each other making a distinctive sound and we both moaned as if neither of us was ashamed anymore and enjoyed every feeling.

"Like that?" I asked, moving closer to him and biting his collarbone gently.

"Like that. Perfect. You've learned a lot," he flung his arms around my waist tightly and stood up so that he put me on the couch and hovered over me without coming out of me "But now the learning is over. Now I'm going to fuck you so that on this date of yours all you can think about is how good you were with me. How well I brought you to the end."

He started moving his hips fast and hard, not waiting a second for anything. He kept his hands on the sides of my head but reached up and took my leg in his hands, lifting it up. Now it was something different for me again, he was entering me deeply and at such an angle that I could feel myself getting closer to coming.

"Don't stop, I'm about to come," unfortunately at my words he stopped and put my leg down spanking my buttock and thigh.

"Not so fast," he smiled and left me for a moment only to immediately pound into me with all his strength. He repeated this several times and I screamed each time because it was pleasantly painful. He lowered himself and kissed my mouth deeply, immediately putting his tongue in and playing with mine. He started to pound into me again and moaned right into my mouth, into our kiss.

"Fuck, I'm close," he said as he pulled away from me, "You're so sexy and so tight I can't even last long."

His words made me wetter, I arched my back and started rubbing my clit to come as soon as possible. And so I did. Just a few moments later, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over my body and my muscles relax. Seonghwa also came a few thrusts later with a rather loud and long moan. We both tried to normalize our breathing and hearts beating like crazy.

"Did you learn something?" he was the first to speak up, looking at me.

"A lot. But I think I need some more practice" I nodded and he laughed.

"I'll charge you for these tutoring sessions at the end of the study" he kissed my cheek and lay down on top of me, putting his head on my chest. So that his face hugged my boob.

After about half an hour, I got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

"I don't want you to go on this date," I heard behind me so I turned around

"What?" he just shrugged his shoulders and didn't say anything.

Walking into the bathroom I saw in the mirror reflection the hickey that he must have made for me in the beginning. I was slightly annoyed but couldn't stop smiling. When I returned to the living room he was lying covered with a blanket.

"What is this?" I pointed my finger at the hickey on my neck but he just shrugged his shoulders.

"I said I don't want you to go on this date," he said without even looking at me.

"So that's why you rudely made a hickey for me?" I laughed because I found it cute "If you make it up to me then I'll stay."

Hwa immediately looked at me surprised but happy. He sat up quickly so that he almost fell off the couch and nodded his head.

"This will be a much better date than with some random guy off the street. I'll give you a lot more than he can."

"I know that perfectly well."

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Combined Beings (v)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

GENRE: angst, fluff, mafia au, ceo au

WARNING: cursing, smut even (first time writing… English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭), deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

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before & after

So he calls you flower? I call that him being in love with you.”

You sighed at Ari’s words and shook your head. “Yeah, right.” You stuck the fork of food in your mouth, thinking about Jimin’s words. “Hey, did you know that he and the other bosses are dating?”

Ari and Eunji glanced at one another before turning to look at you with raised eyebrows. You gulped your food and mouthed a small ‘what?’, intimidated by their expressions.

“Y/n, it’s well known,” Ari answered, chuckling under her breath. “They are seen holding hands, together in every event, kissing, whatever. Their relationship is not so… hidden. It’s no secret.”

“I feel like I should keep up since all of you, except me, knew about that,” you breathed out, thanking the waiter for the quick refill they brought you. “I don’t know, it’s so… questionable why out of everyone, Mr. Park chose to talk to me.”

“You’re kind, y/n,” Eunji started. “You have a kind heart, it’s no surprise to me or to Ari. I think him forming a friendship with you and feeling so comfortable is nice. He and the others tend to… self-isolate themselves and aren’t as kind as they were to you.”

“I agree,” Ari nodded her head rapidly. “My cousin met them once and they just watched as she fell on her own. They literally walked past her. She was made fun of.”

“Poor her,” you winced at feeling the second-hand embarrassment, visualizing the situation. “Is she doing okay now?”

“Yeah, she’s fine now,” Ari replied, “after deleting all her social media. She was ridiculed.”

“There was a rumor, well, not exactly a rumor but,” Eunji immediately let out, remembering the situation that had happened. You and Ari stared at her as she continued, “supposedly, they got into a relationship with an older worker, but the worker left them for another person. She was fired from our division.”

“She was a worker in our division?” You gaped at your supervisor, shocked at the revelation. “I didn’t know that.”

“Me neither,” Ari said.

“It’s just within the supervisors,” Eunji explained, just as interested in the rumor as if she’s just hearing about it. “But, that’s why the bosses stopped interacting with us all and why supervisors are the only ones allowed to take up the documents.”

“How did that rumor even come to existence?”

“Well, Hana, the supervisor of the first division,” you three leaned in closer, “she noted that one of my workers was always seen in Mr. Jeon’s office. I got worried because I have never sent her up there but, I figured she had a complaint or just… something. I tried justifying her actions. I started noticing her slacking on work, getting to work late, and I told her she needed to stop getting her personal life get in the way of her work. Well, I got a complaint and I went to Mr. Kim, the eldest one, and he just told me not to get into their workers life.”

“What a jerk,” Ari scoffed, “and she’s such a bitch! You didn’t even do anything.”

“I thought so, too!” Eunji exclaimed, her head shaking side to side. “But, Mr. Kim thought I was getting into the employee’s lives. I was simply telling her to separate her personal and professional issues from one another because she wasn’t doing any work. At all.”

“It seems like this wasn’t even a rumor,” Ari frowned, processing the news just like you were. “What happened next?”

“I almost got fired but, Mr. Park came in and said they needed to talk so, I had to leave,” Eunji continued. “After that day, she was fired and in an hour, her desk was gone and no trace of her.”

“Do you think she had a thing with them?” You asked, your chin resting on your propped up arms.

“Definitely,” Eunji nodded, taking a sip of her beverage. “It wasn’t unusual and she and I were the only ones who knew what I had said. I never told any other worker what I told her or butt into their lives because they all did their work.”

“Was she there when we first joined?”

“No,” Eunji responded, “she was there a couple months prior to you two. As soon as I hired you, she was already gone.” She turned to look at you. “If anything is to happen between you and them all, don’t lose yourself like she did. I’m your friend, yes, but don’t start giving up on everything else because of your relationship.”

You chuckled at your friend’s words. “I will never, Eunji. But don’t worry, nothing will happen.”

“Mhm, sure, flower,” you playfully rolled your eyes at hearing Ari’s teasing tone. “I still find that name cute. But, hey, how were the other bosses?”

“Oh, God,” you breathed out, exhaling from your mouth. “They’re all so… ethereal. Literally.” Your friends laughed at you. “I’m not even kidding. I met all of them, Namjoon, Taehyung, Jungkook, Hoseok, Jimin, and Yoongi. I haven’t meet the other one.”

“Ah, Jin,” Eunji commented. “Yeah, he doesn’t show his face a lot. He’s the scariest out of all of them in my opinion. Probably has to do with him being the eldest.”

“Well, I met him and such but he wasn’t… entirely too happy to see me with Jimin,” you explained, recounting what had happened. “I didn’t exactly think much of it. I thought maybe he was just trying to be professional or something.”

“Yeah, or something,” Eunji gulped down the rest of the food before leaning back against her chai, thinking. “Does Mr. Park know about Iseul?”

“He wants to catch her in the act,” you answered. “I told him about Ari and we took pictures of her wound but, we didn’t catch her doing it.”

“And whoever saw is afraid of her so, no witnesses,” Ari shook her head out of annoyance, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I don’t believe in violence—”

“Yes you do.”

“—but, I want to punch her.”

“I think half of us want to do that,” Eunji agreed, letting a sigh escape her lips. “But, in the meantime, let’s hope that she doesn’t bother us as much. Her mom already called me saying she’ll have me fired, I can’t do much.”

“Her mom needs to mind her own business,” Ari huffed, clearly just as irritated as you at hearing the news. “At her old age and she’s staring drama because her daughter is rude.”

“Let’s just hope she gets caught.”

After dinner with your friends, you headed home, not too excited to go to work tomorrow. You also thought about getting a pet, it was getting lonely coming back to your apartment with no one eager to greet you.

But as you wandered to sleep after a long shower, you could only think about Jimin’s face and the way he would get close to you.

Heading to work, you immediately sat on your chair by your desk, avoiding Iseul as best as you could. You ignored the other group of men and women whispering amongst themselves, glancing at you while they laughed.

Now, you looked down at your clothes and judged yourself even more.

“Y/n,” Eunji headed towards. “Mr. Park called me. He said you didn’t go up like you usually do.”

“I’m going, I’m going.”

You did your usual routine going up and the elevators opened to reveal a young woman by Binna’s desk, saddening you that your new friend has now gone on maternity leave.

“Yes?” The woman asked you, looking you up and down and you wondered if the outfit you wore (a black blouse, with black high waisted trousers, heels, and a belt) was a bad decision.

“I’m here to see Mr. Park,” you told her, watching as she typed away on the computer before glancing at you and looking at the screen.

“I don’t see him having something planned right now,” she said. “I’m sorry but if there’s nothing that indicates Mr. Park has an appointment with you then I can’t see you let him.”

You nodded out of understanding. “Can’t you call him and ask him?” She made a very fake pity expression, her eyebrows furrowing as she shook her head.

“I’m sorry, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you making another appointment,” she smiled at you and you sighed, nodding. You can deal with not seeing him for a day.

“Okay then, just let him—”

“Y/n.”

You looked to the side and saw Jungkook coming out of Jimin’s office, putting on his blazer over the black button up he had on.

“Mr. Jeon,” you bowed to him and he did the same, his eyes raking themselves over your body figure and the way you looked so beautiful. “Uh, can you let Jimin know I’ll see him when he writes me down?”

“You don’t need an appointment,” Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows before glaring at the new worker. “Y/n is allowed to walk in.”

“Sorry, sir.”

“Um, thank you, though,” you thanked her as Jungkook turned around, the glare the new assistant had thrown at you only seen by you. You shook your head. People really didn’t like you.

“There you are.”

You looked up to see Jimin sighing in relief at the sight of you, thanking Jungkook who had opened the door for you.

“Sorry, I forgot that I needed to come here,” you softly defended yourself. “But, I’m here now.”

“Let your assistant know that she doesn’t need an appointment to see you,” Jungkook said with his usual deadpanned expression. “If I wouldn’t have come out, you wouldn’t have seen her in days.”

“I’ll let her know,” Jimin nodded before he watched Jungkook make way to the couch, even though he had been told by the man that he was to leave because of a meeting. He sighed and turned to look at you, his fingers finding their usual place to your arms.

He raised your sleeves, the cool feeling of his rings against your skin sending shivers down your arms, raising goosebumps. He chuckled at seeing the effect.

“Has Iseul been bothering you?” Jungkook spoke from his space, not glancing at you in any way. Jimin stared at you, clearly just as interested.

“Well, it’s only the beginning of the day,” you shrugged, flinching a little when Jimin peeled off the new bandaid you had put on. You had accidentally scabbed at the wound and it started to bleed when you had been brushing your teeth.

“Did you pick at it?” He asked, scoffing under his breath as he looked back at you. You puffed your cheeks and shook your head, clearly lying. “Flower, I don’t tolerate lying.”

“Flower?” Jungkook’s head perked up at the nickname. Jimin rolled his eyes. “Hmm, that name suits you.”

“I know, I came up with it,” Jimin said, not looking at the youngest and you looked back and forth between them, watching Jimin place a new bandaid on top of the wound.

“Not you, Jimin,” you looked at Jungkook as he stared at you before looking away, clearing his throat. You watched as he took off his blazer, raising up the sleeves of his button up and then did you realize you were matching with him. Well, with he and Jimin.

“Oh, by the way,” Jimin started, taking a step back to sit on the edge of his desk, “Yoongi and Taehyung invited you to have lunch with them.”

You looked down at your bandaid, believing that Jimin had been talking to Jungkook. But Jungkook calling out for you made you make eye-contact with Jimin, who had an eyebrow raised.

“With me?” You frowned, pointing to yourself. Jimin chuckled.

“They both want to get to know you,” he explained, a smile spreading on his lips. “They told me so yesterday.”

They, in fact, did tell him yesterday.

It was late at night, around 3:33 AM. Taehyung, Yoongi, and Jimin were in the metallic basement of theirs, two men sitting in front of them, beaten down.

“Hey,” Taehyung punched a man on the face, “do you think you can tell Y/n if it’s okay that she has lunch with me? I want to get to know her.”

“If she wants,” Jimin nodded. “I have to ask her but she’s very shy so, I might come with you.”

“I want to go, too,” Yoongi piped in after beating up the other man to a pulp, his face unrecognizable after he got punched and kicked repeatedly. “Free food and all.”

Jimin and Taehyung glanced at one another before Jimin squinted his eyes at the older man, nodding slowly. “Uhuh… whatever you say.”

So after that talk, Jimin knew that you would either say no or yes because you felt like you had to. He knew how nervous you get.

“Um, I don’t know them that well,” your brows furrowed together. “I feel nervous.”

“I’ll be there, don’t worry,” Jimin reassured you, his hand grabbing yours. Jungkook watched you. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to. But expect Taehyung to bother you about it during work.”

“Uh, never mind, I’ll go if you’re there,” you smiled a bit awkwardly before turning to look at Jungkook. “Will you join as well?”

The way your eyes looked at him made his stomach flutter and his fingers itched to squish your cheeks. He blamed it on Jimin for always talking about you.

“If it’s tomorrow, I can’t,” Jungkook replied, staring at his watch. “I have a meeting soon and then tomorrow… I’m packed until the afternoon.”

“That sucks,” you mumbled, trying hard to look away from his tattooed arm. You did so after a while, ignoring Jimin’s smirk while Jungkook tried to hide the smile threatening to spread on his lips. “I’m sure the guys will save you food.”

“We’ll just change it to dinner,” Jimin spoke up. “It will be better for you,” he stared right at you, “to not worry about coming back from work late. Eunji will have my ass if I have one of her workers come back late.”

You thought back about what Eunji had mentioned yesterday. The woman that had been seeing them.

“If it’s for dinner, I’m down to go,” Jungkook shrugged. “I’m done by the time everyone leaves.”

“Then it’s set, tomorrow, when you come up here, we’ll leave from then. Is that okay?” Jimin now made sure his attention was on you, thinking that if he hadn’t, you would’ve believed the question wasn’t aimed at you. You nodded. “On the other hand, come back later. If Iseul is causing issues, have a witness and I’ll make sure that it’s enough to have her out, okay?”

“Okay,” you breathed out before looking at the time on the clock. “Crap, I’m late. It’s your fault.”

“I’m pretty much innocent here,” Jimin raised his hand and you softly glared at him, turning around to leave in a hurry. You hurried towards the elevator, immediately pressing on the button to your work floor, scolding yourself for taking too long.

Making it to the floor, you hurried towards Eunji.

“I am not to blame for my lateness,” you rushed out. She looked at you. “Blame Jimin. It’s his fault.”

She chuckled and nodded.

“I’ll call him and scold him.”

Combined Beings (vi)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

GENRE: angst, fluff, mafia au, ceo au

WARNING: cursing, smut even (first time writing… English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭), deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

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before & after

Okay, be safe and turn on your location so I can see where you’re at, just in case they’re not who they say they are.”

You chuckled at Ari’s worry, watching her as she placed a hand on her hip, squinting her eyes at you. You sighed.

“My location is already shared with you,” you reassured her with a small smile etched on your face. She nodded and pressed the button for you on the elevator. “I’ll be careful, I promise.”

“And if they try anything, call us and we’ll be there immediately,” Eunji sternly spoke, causing you to nod at their words. “And we mean it. We’re excited for you to eat lunch with them but it’s also important for you to be aware of any danger, okay?”

“Okay,” you etched on a serious frown on your face, pursing your lips to seem even more serious. They slapped your arms and you laughed. “Okay, okay, I know. I’ll keep you guys updated about anything, okay? Don’t worry.”

“You better.”

The elevator doors opened and you went in, waving enthusiastically at your friends who waved back with the same energy as you. You got out of the elevator at getting to Jimin’s floor, walking out towards his office while curtly waving at his assistant who looked not too happy to see you.

You walked into Jimin’s office, coming to see his figure already grabbing his blazer and putting it on. He turned to look at you as soon as he heard the door open, smiling at coming to see you.

“You made it just on time,” he smiled before gesturing you forward. You did so, sticking your arms out as his fingers immediately went around them, eyes sternly burning themselves intensely to see if you had gotten hurt. You thankfully hadn’t. Iseul was too quiet today. “How was your day, flower?”

“It was pretty quiet,” you answered just as softly as he touched you. “But it was great. Ari and I finished paperwork after paperwork and we just talked about how her mom packed me lunch again. Though, we got a bit worried because Iseul hadn’t bothered us at all today.”

“That’s good news, though, right?” He looked at you and you frowned, shaking your head. “You’re afraid that the silence might mean something?” You nodded and he frowned next, grabbing your chin that had your breath hitch in your throat. “Hey, listen, call me immediately if anything happens, okay? I don’t want you getting hurt, especially if she’s doing it under my nose. I’ll add in my phone number later on after dinner.”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to even speak. He chuckled a little at your obvious nervousness, letting his hand drop towards your hand. He grabbed it.

“Let’s go,” he spoke. “I’m sure the boys are already waiting for us.”

You two walked out of his office, and you quickly wrapped your hand around his arm, hiding behind his arm when you came to see his assistant staring at you. His hand tightened against your own, thumb rubbing against the back of your hand.

“Where are we going by the way?” You asked him as he pressed the floor to the main lobby.

“I actually do not have a clue,” Jimin answered. He passed you the phone he had been staring at, making you eye the messages he had been sent by Taehyung. “He said it’s a surprise. Though, judging by how he’s the one planning this, he’s going to take us to the restaurant he owns.”

“He owns a restaurant?” You gaped at him and Jimin nodded, putting his phone away to pay attention to you.

“He does,” he replied. “It’s right near here, almost 20-25 minutes away, I think. It’s the new restaurant, Stigma. Taehyung had learned about that word and became obsessed with it so, he named his restaurant that.”

You slightly laughed a little. “That’s cute.”

Jimin smiled down at you, your eyes already wandering around. You got distracted very easily, he noted.

When the doors opened, four men immediately headed towards you two, surrounding you both. You went the opposite way of the entrance, walking down the hallway that led to the parking lot. There was a car awaiting you two and the man in front opened it, making Jimin step back a little and helping you into the car.

He got in right after, his hand still clasped in yours. He never wanted to let go. You, on the other hand, were anxious. He was in a relationship. You shouldn’t be holding the hand of a taken man. You didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, much less his partners.

So, you leaned down and pretended to fix your shoe, allowing your hand to leave his grasp.

“Jungkook has already arrived at the restaurant,” Jimin said as soon as you leaned back, staring out the window. “They’re just waiting for us. Also, don’t be scared of the bodyguards. I’m sure you understand it’s for safety measures.”

You nodded. “Of course. I understand, don’t worry.” He patted your leg and you gulped a little. “Also, is it still okay to call Mr. Min, Mr. Kim, and Mr. Jeon by their last names? I feel rude to call them by their first.”

“Whatever makes you comfortable, flower.”

You relaxed against your seat at his words, ignoring the way your hand ached to be in his again. You wanted him to grab it, to rub his thumb on the back of your hand, to squeeze it and place it on top of his thigh. But, you knew that if you were his partner, you would not like it if he held the hand of another person that wasn’t you.

You two arrived to the restaurant and Jimin was right about the location. After all, Jungkook had confirmed his words, stating that they were eating at Stigma.

You both got out and headed inside the place, ignoring the way people glanced at you both. You hurried along Jimin’s long strides, feeling uncomfortable at the way women and men looked at you up and down.

Once you made it to the back of the restaurant, thankfully, where the others sat at, had much more privacy. Their table was farther away and no one could even glance at them. That made you feel a bit better.

“Y/n,” Taehyung, Yoongi, and Jungkook immediately said, greeting you before they turned to Jimin, each one kissing his cheek while he smiled brightly. “We were waiting for you two.”

“Figured you’d bring us here,” Jimin glanced at Taehyung, letting you slide to sit beside Jungkook. He sat next to you as soon as he saw you sat. “Boosts your ego a bit to see how many people are eating here, huh?”

Taehyung smiled. “You know it does.” He turned his attention towards you and the others turned to look at you, too. “Thank you for being here with us. Don’t worry about paying. It’s on me.”

“Aren’t you the boss of this restaurant?” Yoongi pointed out and Taehyung glanced at him before looking at you with a smile spread on his lips.

“Just don’t worry about paying.”

You smiled a little. “Okay.”

“How was work?” Yoongi asked you. They all turned to you, their attention not daring to waver away from you.

“It was good,” you responded, feeling nervous at the fact that their gazes wouldn’t move away from you. “Um, there wasn’t a lot of work to be done today and if there was, I would finish it. It was pretty relaxing.”

“That’s good to hear,” Jungkook hummed, looking down at you and you gulped at the way a strand of hair fell on his forehead. “You haven’t been having issues with your co-workers?”

“Not today,” you shook your head. “I haven’t gotten hurt ever since Jimin fired Minjun. Iseul and the others tend to… throw me words but, it’s—”

“Mr. Kim, I’m going to be your server for today…” the man who stepped forward to get your orders, stopped mid-sentence at coming to see that all of them were glaring at him. You minded your business, looking down at the menu in front of you. “Just wave at me when you’re ready.”

He quickly scurried away and you looked after his retreating figure with a confused expression. You frowned and Jimin patted your thigh.

“Continue, flower.”

“Oh,” you said before clearing your throat and continuing off, “um, I was just saying that I haven’t had anyone bothering me in any type of way.”

“I was telling her that as soon as someone, or Iseul to be specific, is bothering her, to text me,” Jimin explained. “I was thinking it would be nice for her to have our contact information just in case I’m not available.”

“Yeah, just give us your phone after dinner,” Yoongi nodded. Then others nodded in agreement and they finally waved the waiter over. The poor man was shaking as he lifted his notepad, making sure he wrote down what you wanted since the men surrounding you stared him down.

He left quickly after, bringing you and Jimin some drinks since you two came later.

“I’m surprised you invited me to dinner,” you started, looking at each of them, eyes meeting theirs. “I mean, I’m not someone of your status.”

Jungkook chuckled lowly beside you, his gaze on the cup he held in the hand adorned with tattoos. “We don’t really care about anyone’s status, Y/n.”

“We simply invited you,” Taehyung gestured to himself and Yoongi, “because we see how nice you treat our Jimin here.” You looked at Jimin as he smiled, looking down at his lap. “It’s very hard for us to make friends without people wanting money or more from us. We can’t speak to other women without them trying to get in our pants or flirt with us. It’s tiring.”

“So, you took me out to dinner because… I respect you as a human being, too?” You tilted your head curiously at them, small laughter and chuckles escaping their lips.

“Basically,” Taehyung nodded, agreeing to your words. “You see us as people and though we are your bosses, you still respect as people and not as objects waiting to be grabbed and basically harassed.”

“There was this worker once,” Yoongi began and you paid attention to him, “and she basically sat on my lap because I was “attractive” as she worded it. I couldn’t move her, not when cameras were on us and were encouraging her. It’s unusual to come across a girl or a guy without them wanting to take advantage of us, which they wouldn’t be able to do.”

“Well, I would never do that to you guys,” your brows were furrowed as you glanced at each one. “I mean, it’s just harassment what they do to you all like you don’t have feelings. I’m sorry you have to go through that.”

Jimin softly smiled beside you and the others looked at you before looking at him. He nodded and the table quieted down, watching you thank the waiter who brought the food.

Jungkook kept his gaze on your hand, rings adorning some fingers here and there. He eyed the vibrant pink bandaid over your white blouse, eyeing his own pink bandaid that was placed over the wound by his tattoos. He smiled to himself as he got to eating.

It wasn’t long before you all started speaking again. Well, it wasn’t long before they started speaking again. You were silently eating, admiring the scenery of the restaurant that had darker tones with not so bright lights. You liked the jazz music playing in the background and the way there were small murmurs. Though, the silence was long gone when a man and his friends came in, causing a ruckus.

Jimin and Jungkook both placed their hands on your thighs, the bodyguards for them immediately standing closer to you all for protection. Taehyung and Yoongi glared at the group of people, simply the men and women chose the wrong day to disrupt their dinner, especially when they had you there.

“Sir, they won’t leave,” a different nervous waiter hurried to tell Taehyung the news, staring at the group. “They claim they know the boss of this place.”

Taehyung eyed the people, not recognizing them. He turned to look at you all before his eyes set on your nervous figure, clearly anxious with the situation. Jimin and Jungkook gave him a look, feeling your shaky hands reaching to grab theirs under the table.

“I’ll be right back,” Taehyung spoke up, leaving his blazer behind. Yoongi followed after him, but Jungkook stopped him.

“I’ll go with him.”

Yoongi nodded and Jimin glanced at him, making sure his own gun was still by his waist, hidden away from you but closer to him for easy access.

“Flower,” Jimin sang your name, catching your attention as you looked at the group of people starting a fight with Taehyung’s restaurant security, “look at me.” You looked at him and he smiled reassuringly at you. “They’re gonna handle it, don’t worry, okay? We won’t let them hurt you or touch you in any way.”

“Just continue eating your food,” Yoongi called out, gesturing towards the food you left untouched. “They’ll be able to handle it.”

“Okay…”

You ate your food as they continued to talk. You hoped Taehyung and Jungkook were able to handle it. They seemed pretty pissed off when they headed over there but, you assumed the group of people will just be kicked out.

“Why am I being told you’re telling others you know me?” Taehyung appeared in front of the man who had been taken in the back of the restaurant, farther away from everyone. Farther away from you.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” the man shrugged, clearly not knowing who Taehyung was. Though, the man started to become nervous when he saw two friends of his being brought in, held by two men wearing all black. Jungkook came in and the man gulped at the tattoo sleeve, the earring on his lip, the serious expression on his face, and his fists painted with blood that belonged to his friends. The friends that stayed by his side while the others were told to leave.

“You came in on a bad day,” Taehyung stood in front of him, knife held between his fingers. “You see, my partners are here for the first time and there’s this girl. Well, you could only imagine the anger I felt once she started shaking out of fear when you and your friends came to bother.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” the man’s friend beside him immediately apologized, shaking like a leaf in the cold. “Please, it was his idea not ours.”

“And what was his idea?” Jungkook glared at him, his attention then wavering onto the other friend with the buzz cut who had spoken.

“He wanted to come here and steal from you, sir,” he explained and the man in front of Taehyung shook out of anger for his friends betrayal. “He was going to claim he knew you and then have us get rid of the guards.”

Taehyung’s head snapped towards the man, the knife inching towards his face. “Let them go. Pay them the money they need to shut them up.”

The guards nodded and took away the men, who let out a small sigh of relief. Though, they were to be shot and killed for money wouldn’t quiet them.

“What’s your name?” Jungkook mumbled loud enough for the man to hear.

“Daejung,” the man replied.

“Now, Daejung,” Taehyung sarcastically smiled at him and Daejung wondered how a good-looking man like him could be so sinister, “I’m going to kill you quickly. I have a dinner to get back to and you ruined it. I have the perfect men and a perfect girl waiting for me, for us, and you and your little friends ruined everything I had planned.”

“No, no, please, I didn’t know.”

“Of course you didn’t,” Taehyung snapped, his eyes holding such anger in them that Jungkook had placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. He did. “But you still need to face the consequences.”

Before the man could continuing spewing plea’s, Taehyung shot him in the head, humming with satisfaction at the body falling on the floor.

“Here,” Jungkook breathed out, passing him a couple of wet napkins in order to wipe away any remaining droplets of blood on his face. They both wiped anything that showed their actions and left the room with their guards getting rid of the body and the other ones.

“Are you okay?”

Taehyung smiled as soon as he heard your voice, watching as Jungkook sat next to you again.

“We’re okay,” Taehyung said, sitting down. “How was the food by the way?” Your eyes continued to wander around and Jungkook simply patted your thigh, making you look at him. He looked at Taehyung who chuckled. “I’m talking to you, y/n.”

“Well, it was hard to eat while I was worried about you two,” you awkwardly played with your food, not daring to look at the expressions on their faces. But Taehyung couldn’t wipe away the smile on his face while Jungkook had a ghost of a smile on his lips. “Do not start teasing.”

“We won’t, we won’t,” Taehyung and Jimin looked at one another before Taehyung laughed a little. “You were worried. That’s so cute.”

“This is the last dinner I’m going to attend with you.”

After dinner, Jimin had made sure you get home and now, your boss knows where you live.

The morning after, you woke up rather confused, not even knowing when you fell asleep. Of course, you woke up way before your alarm was supposed to ring which caused you to lay in bed, reminiscing about the events that happened yesterday.

You woke up and did what you needed, getting ready for work. You were grateful to just have time without rushing. As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you noticed your face, your body, the way your body looked in the clothes you were wearing, and you were so close to turning around, heading to your closet, and change out of them, when you received a message.

Jimin 😁: Morning flower, don’t forget to stop by as soon as you come to work. I’ll be waiting

You smiled at the message and texted him back immediately, letting him know you’ll be there like you have been doing for the past two weeks, which was hard to leave it has been.

As you walked into the building after some time, you headed towards the elevator and pressed on Jimin’s floor, eyeing the time to make sure you haven’t come early.

You made it to the floor and walked out, making sure to curtly wave at Jimin’s assistant who made sure to give you her normal glare that you always tried to ignore. You were simply being nice to her.

“Good morning, flower,” Jimin greeted you as soon as you opened the door, a smile lifted on his lips. You smiled back at him, closing the door behind you.

“Good morning, Jimin,” you said, lifting your arms. He took away the Barbie band-aid and hummed in satisfaction once he saw that the wound you had been given was slowly disappearing. The bruise had been gone yesterday before dinner and it was barely seen now.

“You’re good to go,” he said, dropping his hands from your arm. “Don’t forget that you have my phone number, I have yours. I will check up on you. The others have it, too, and will check up on you, too. They already saved their contacts on your phone.”

“Okay, thank you,” you slightly bowed. “But I’ll be going now, I need to speak to Ari and Eunji.”

“Ah, yes,” Jimin nodded, staring at his iPad before smirking, “tell them about how dinner went yesterday.”

“I-“ his smirk grew once he heard you. He heard you scoff. “We are not going to talk about that.”

“Mhm, sure.”

“Be quiet,” you shushed him before opening the door. “Have a good day, I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, flower. Have a good day.”

“Bye.”

You went into the elevator again, pressing on the button of the floor you worked on. You stepped out as soon as it stopped, your eyes looking for Ari and Eunji who were already waving you over. You hurried to them, holding onto your bag.

“How was it? Tell us everything!” They both rushed out, grabbing your arms and pulling you into Eunji’s office, closing the door behind them so you could all have some privacy. They sat you down and stood in front of you, waiting for some details, but you were still processing the fact the way they just threw you onto the chair. “What happened?”

“Not even a good morning or anything,” you shook your head, staring at them. They hurried you again. “Fine, fine. It went… great. I’m not even gonna lie… I might’ve developed a crush on all of them.” They both gasped. “I thought it might’ve been the fact that they were giving me attention, but they’re such nice guys. I felt so… protected when I was with them.”

“What happened during dinner?”

“Well, Jimin and I went to his car and we got driver at the restaurant Mr. Kim owns,” you started to explain to your overly enthusiastic friends, “the younger Kim. We got there and I saw Mr. Min, Mr. Jeon, and Mr. Kim already waiting for us so we sat. They asked me about my day, I spoke, a waiter came and interrupted me, they glared at him for no reason, waiter left, they told me to continue, I did, ordered food, a group of people came and started causing arguments and some even started to fight with security. It was scary. Thankfully, Jimin and Jungkook sat by me so they tried to comfort me by placing their hands on my thighs.”

“That’s so hot,” Ari commented, her eyes wide and mouth agape as she continued to hear you.

“And Jungkook and Mr. Kim left to deal with the guys and Jimin reassured me that they won’t let the men touch me or hurt me in any way, which totally gave me butterflies,” you continued, your own cheeks and face flushing at recounting what had happened. “Jungkook and Mr. Kim came back, and they started teasing me because I was worried about the two, and yeah… that’s what happened. Oh! And then Jimin dropped me off at my house but nothing happened.”

“Oh, my God,” Eunji blinked, processing what you had told her and Ari, who was wearing the same expression as her. “They totally have a thing for you.”

You snorted. “They think of me as a friend and I don’t mind. I so far like having them as friends.”

“You’re gonna end up with them,” Ari breathed out, clearly freaking out about her friend getting such hot guys. “I’m calling it. You’re gonna be with them and I’m gonna be the godmother of your children.”

“Calm down,” you chuckled at her words. “Now, is that all you wanted to know?”

“Sadly, we have to get back to work, but we’re continuing this conversation during lunch,” Eunji pointed a pointed finger at you threateningly, squinting her eyes. “You better tell us more.”

“That was all to say,” you defended, laughing at the way they still looked shocked. “Come on, let’s get back to work.”

Lunch came just around the corner and it came very quickly. It caught you off-guard when Ari told you it was time for lunch, confusing you when you had assumed only an hour had gone by. 4 hours had gone by.

“I’m still trying to process everything,” Ari mumbled under her breath, running her hands over her hair. “I honestly never saw the day when my amazing, beautiful friend was going to have dinner with the CEOs of the company. I wonder if you’re gonna go out with the others because there’s more, huh? I’m already excited.”

You chuckled at her words. “Ari, calm down, please. Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves.”

“She’s right, y/n,” Eunji nodded at her friend’s words. “You might have lunch with the others since you already met half of the group. We’re just very happy for you.”

“Well, I’m not,” you sighed as you came to hear the shrilly voice of the one who despised you so much. Iseul. “Why are you having Dinner with Jungkook, Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi? Stop being creepy and stop bothering them, y/n!”

You ignored her as best as you could, but she continued to argue.

“Don’t worry, Iseul,” another worker spoke, “even if Y/n tried getting with the bosses, they wouldn’t even dare look at her when you see her stomach hanging from her pants.”

You looked down at your stomach as you stood with Ari and Eunji, about to throw your trash away, and you couldn’t help but feel agitated at the way your stomach did no such thing. It wouldn’t even be a bad thing if it did but, your stomach was barely seen because of your loose shirt underneath the blazer you had worn.

“Just leave us alone, Iseul,” you sighed. “We weren’t even doing anything to you.”

“You are doing everything to me, y/n,” she grabbed your arm and you cursed at her in your head. Why do they always aim for your arm? But, you felt a bit grateful she didn’t go for your face. “You know, my mother saw you with them and now, she wants to get rid of you and I agree! A person of your status doesn’t deserve to hang out with them.”

“Leave her alone, Iseul,” Eunji snapped at her. “I’m your supervisor, I will let Mr. Park know of what you’re doing to another employee.”

“Please, he won’t care,” Iseul rolled her eyes and you ignored the tears welling in your eyes at feeling the burning pain crossing your arm. She had very sharp nails. She smirked and looked around, your arm still in her hold. “Everyone! Y/n is trying to sleep with the bosses in order to receive a raise. She was seen hanging out with them yesterday after-hours.”

“Get a life, Iseul,” Ari glared at her, trying to take your arm away from her tight hold but, Iseul wouldn’t let go. You winced at the pain of her nails ripping the skin apart on your arm, blood starting to form. “You’re hurting her.”

“She got Minjun fired,” Iseul continued. “She’s a snitch and she’s doing this all for attention. She’s a troll and she think she’s better than all of us, obviously.”

“Aren’t you the one who thinks so, Iseul?” You breathed out, withering in her grasp. “Aren’t you the one who believed they are above us because we don’t have enough money like you do? Stop coming up with lies.”

“You deserve every insult,” Iseul glared at you. “You deserve to be called fat, a whale, a pig, because you are. Your clothes don’t fit you, y/n. Men don’t look your way because you’re too horrendous to look at. Your looks aren’t anything here because they’re non-existent. You are as ugly as they come and you will be nothing. Leave the boys alone because they… will never accept a fat girl like you.”

She let go of your arm and you winced even more, holding onto your arm while blood pooled on the palm of your hand. Eunji and Ari came to your side.

“We need to take you to Mr. Park,” Eunji mumbled, taking you to her office so you three could be farther away from everyone.

“Can you text him on my phone, please?” You asked them, hearing and feeling them immediately grabbing your phone from your pocket. They texted Jimin and made sure to text the others if they were busy because your arm was bleeding… quite a lot, surprisingly. Iseul had really sharp nails. “I swear she files them to be sharp enough.”

“Jimin said to go to his office,” Ari announced and they grabbed you, leading you towards the elevator as if they were your bodyguards. They pressed on the floor to Jimin’s and you eyed the wound.

“Are her nails knives?” You grimaced. “She made me bleed a lot.”

“She hurt you badly, y/n,” Ari frowned, making sure not to hurt you.

The elevator dinged and Jimin was already out of his office, staring at you three as soon as you came out. His eyes slightly widened at your bleeding arm and grabbed you, leading the other two inside.

“What happened?” He asked, making you sit on his chair while he grabbed his kit.

“Iseul happened, Mr. Park,” Eunji bit her nails, watching your arm. “She got pretty mad that y/n was hanging out with you and started insulting her.”

“Press on your wound, flower, please,” he gave you some things to place over your wound and you nodded, watching the way he hurried. He grabbed his phone. “Tell guards to grab Iseul in my division. They already know who she is…” He paused. “Tell them they need to kick her out. She’s fired.”

“Are you sure that’s okay?” You asked him. “It’s just… a scratch.”

“A scratch?” Jimin scoffed at your words. “Flower, that’s more than a scratch. I’m a bit more worried you might need some stitches. The wound is pretty open.”

“And she did that with nails,” Ari clenched her teeth at eyeing your pain. “You should have them take pictures of your hands and nails. They could still have blood on them.”

“Don’t worry, I had cameras installed,” Jimin said, kneeling in front of you. He grabbed your arm. “I started to have them installed once we needed evidence in order to get her fired. Now we have it and I can fire her.”

“It’s scary that she could do this with just nails,” you breathed out, watching Jimin work on your wound. “It doesn’t even seem real. Just a few minutes ago we were eating lunch and she did this.”

“Jungkook and Taehyung are coming,” Jimin told you. “They got worried because of your text messages and they want to check on you.”

“Hey, tell Taehyung I might feel better if I went to his restaurant and I tried the food,” you joked. “It was the best food.”

Jimin chuckled at your words.

“Now, flower, you know Taehyung will do anything. Just as Jungkook and I are close to doing something to Iseul. We just need to keep Jungkook away from her because he will get mad.”

“No, I don’t want drama,” you shook your head. “I’m going to get shit on so much tomorrow once everyone realizes Iseul got fired. I’m actually scared.”

“I’ll give you a guard,” Jimin looked at you, still kneeling in front of you. He grabbed your hand and Eunji and Ari noticed it looked like a proposal, if it wasnt’t for your bloodied arm. “I’m being serious.”

“I know, I know,” you breathed out. “I just would feel weird to have a bodyguard next to me.”

“Look, we’ll talk about this later. In the meantime, I need you to rest. Jungkook and Taehyung will be here shortly.”

Combined Beings (vii)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

GENRE: angst, fluff, mafia au, ceo au

WARNING: cursing, smut even (first time writing… English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭), deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

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before & after

“Can someone tell me why I just got called by Mr. Kim telling me that his daughter was just fired after we promised him we’ll take her in?”

Jimin and Jungkook looked at Jin as he came to Jimin’s office, clearly seething by the way his cheeks were flushed. The other boys quickly came right behind him, shutting the door so they’ll be able to speak in peace without anyone hearing in.

“Well, Iseul has not only been harassing every worker in every division,” Jimin started, leaning against his desk as his arms were crossed over his chest, “but she has been physically hurting workers.”

“Do you have any proof of this?” Jin asked, already having an idea as to who made Jimin take action.

“Yes, I put cameras yesterday morning in my division,” Jimin replied, anger coursing through his veins once he recalled the video in his head. “My workers were aware I moved cameras by the way.”

“And I already know that worker of yours is the cause of this,” Jin snapped back and Jimin grabbed Jungkook’s hand in order to calm the man down. “If it were any other worker, you wouldn’t have paid attention to the harassment!”

“Yes, I would have,” Jimin defended his actions almost immediately so Jin wouldn’t have bad things to say about you. “I’m their boss, Jin. I would’ve believed my workers, anyone, if they confided in me to tell me who the person that has been bullying and physically hurting them is. Do not try to start something based on something that isn’t factual and true.”

“Jimin, I know you guys went out with her,” Jin argued. “We do not need anyone else in this relationship. No one else.” He punched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Call her up. I want to talk to her.”

“I’m not doing that if you’re just going to yell at her,” Jimin stared back at him with the same expression etched on his face. He wasn’t happy about bringing you into an argument that you would later blame on yourself.

“Send her up, Jimin,” Jin got closer to Jimin and Namjoon stepped in, pushing both of them away from one another. He turned to look at Jimin.

“Just call her up, Jimin, okay?” Jimin exhaled through his nose, grabbing his phone while he glared at Jin who gave him back the same expression.

“Hey, Eunji,” Jimin spoke, “can you call Y/n up?” Pause. “Yeah, I just, uh, need to speak to her more about the incident with Iseul. The others are here to hear her side of the story… Yeah, send her up right now… okay, bye.” He went to go stand up next to Jungkook. “She’s coming up.”

“Good.”

It wasn’t long before you came to the floor, hands slightly shaking when you knew Jimin wasn’t the only one here. Everyone was in there.

“Y/n,” Taehyung greeted you, opening the door for you as soon as he heard you slightly knock on the door. You walked in and he gave you a reassuring smile before he closed the door behind you.

Jimin immediately walked towards you as the others sat on his couch, eyeing you.

“Listen, if you feel uncomfortable, just tap the side of my leg,” he instructed. “Jin is the one you haven’t met yet and he’s the one that wants to talk to you. I don’t know why but…” he sighed and stared at you with such softness. “I’ll be by your side.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled, smiling a little and he responded back, giving you the same smile. He stood aside and walked behind you as you headed towards the couch that could only fit two people. Jimin, of course, sat next to you.

You sat down and you looked at all of them, but the eyes of the one you haven’t met stared deep into you that made you look away, feeling uncomfortable.

“Why did you have Iseul fired?” Jin immediately asked before you could fully breathe. He gave you a deadpan expression, his eyes staying on you that you swore he wasn’t blinking. “Because from I saw, Iseul has never been accused of anything and she doesn’t have any complaints.”

“I didn’t have Iseul fired,” you replied with as much confidence as you could muster. Jimin stared at the side of your face. “She has simply been harassing me since the very beginning of my time here. She’s very powerful, everyone knows. She flaunts her title, her parents, and the fact she knows all of you. We all appreciate our jobs way too much that we won’t risk it by telling you guys what she has been doing, then finding out you guys are friends, and we get fired because she’s important.”

“It doesn’t excuse the fact that she doesn’t have any complaints against her name,” you arched an eyebrow at the man, irritation now coursing through your bones at the tone he spoke to you in.

“It seems you’re trying to excuse her actions, Mr. Kim,” you said, frowning at him. The ones who you have spoken the most to, agreed with you, nodding their heads.

“Yeah, Jin,” Taehyung spoke up, staring at his boyfriend with a disappointed expression, “it does seem that you’re trying to do that.”

“I’m sorry that I’m suspicious of your words,” Jin glared at you and your hands slightly shook with anger. “You see, Ms. Y/n, it’s not uncommon for a worker to lie in order to get money or to get into the pants of every single one of us.”

“Jin,” Jungkook stared him down but Jin simply waved him off as he looked at you.

“So, tell me, how much money do you want?”

“Mr. Kim, if I was just sent up here to basically be told that I’m a liar,” you started with the most calm tone you could muster as you stared down at your arm where your wound was covered up, blood slowly starting to seep through the bandage, “I would like to leave if that’s okay.”

“No—”

Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung turned to look at Jin as soon as he was about to deny your request. Yoongi nudged him as he sat next to him and nodded.

“You’re excused, y/n,” Namjoon looked at you, a small smile on his face. You thanked him and stood up to leave, opening the door before Jimin stopped you.

“I’m sorry about that,” he spewed out. “Honestly. I believe you. We’ll talk later okay?”

You sighed and you faced him, ignoring everyone’s stares. “It seems that Mr. Kim has an issue with me. I don’t want to talk to you if he he doesn’t like it, Jimin. He is your boyfriend, I’m a friend. His opinion matters more. I’ll see you around, okay?”

You tried to force a smile but there was an ache on your chest at knowing that you won’t be able to speak to Jimin. But, it’s the truth. His partner who he has been with for years doesn’t feel comfortable around you, you can see that. You are not going to be someone who accidentally gets stuck into those situations and you break anyone up. You had never dealt with any type of situations like these but, you hoped you were doing the right thing as you left.

As soon as the door closed, Jimin’s lips were parted. He had finally made a friend who didn’t criticize or objectify him, and now that friend was gone because Jin was being an asshole. Such… an asshole.

“What is wrong with you?” The guys eyed Jimin as he headed towards the eldest of the group. “You saw the video, Jin. It wasn’t her fault and she wasn’t lying.”

“Don’t let yourself be brainwashed,” Jin shrugged, staring at his hands that were clasped on top of his knee. “You already dealt with this with—”

“No, do not bring Nabi into this,” Jimin snapped, shaking his head. “She is in the past. She left and that’s it. There’s no reason for any of us to hold onto her when she stole from us and slept with other people. Y/n is my friend. She is not someone who I’m fucking around with.”

With that, Jimin left, closing the door behind him rather harshly. He hoped to get to you but he knew he had to at least respect your wishes for… today. He’ll seek for you tomorrow.

“He’s right, Jin,” Namjoon was the first one to speak his mind as he stared at the eldest who was silent. “Listen, we appreciate you taking care of us, always looking out for us, but it’s time we’re able to trust people. Not everyone but, if Jimin or any of the boys want to befriend her, let them. But, if you feel uncomfortable or if you feel like you personally don’t trust her and have that feeling in your gut, then your feelings are valid. They won’t hang with her, okay?”

Jin looked at Namjoon and sighed. He eyed everyone there and turned to look at the ones who have gotten to know you: Jungkook, Taehyung, and Yoongi.

“Do you guys like her?” He asked. The three glanced at one another. “Be honest with me.”

“She’s so sweet,” Taehyung spoke. “Genuinely. We got to know her and her intentions aren’t bad. Since we learned from Nabi, we looked for red flags. There aren’t none with Y/n. She especially cares so much about Jimin.”

“I’ll talk to him at home,” Jin breathed out and he stood up, buttoning his blazer. His gaze focused on Jungkook. “Go check up on him. Knowing him, he’s going to kill someone.”

Jungkook nodded and left, quickly following after Jimin, knowing he was already by the parking lot with their guards. He couldn’t help but think about you and the way you looked. The wound on your arm made his hands turn into fists, angry at the fact someone hurt such a kind person like you. You didn’t do anything but already knowing Iseul, she only came at you and the way you looked. He experienced her hatred when he was younger so he already knew the type of person she was.

He looked up once he felt the elevator stop, making him stare in the furious eyes of a girl who was already pressing on the buttons.

“Stupid men,” she mumbled under her breath, shaking her head while tapping her foot furiously on the floor. But, she stopped once she finally noticed the figure behind her. She looked and softly gasped, immediately bowing. “Mr. Jeon.”

“Ari, right?” The girl nodded. “Tell Y/n I’m sorry. She has my phone number, I’ll be calling her later.”

Ari nodded yet again, being left behind dumbfounded when Jungkook left. His guards followed behind him, leading him towards Jimin who had, thankfully, not left yet.

“You doing okay?” Jungkook asked, appearing next to Jimin’s side. Jimin didn’t look at him and looked straight ahead, sighing. “Listen, Jin is just protecting us.”

“I know he is,” Jimin answered. “But, he’s not doing it in a way that is good. We have experienced Iseul’s horrible ways, he should’ve understood that that’s the type of person she is.”

“I know.”

“And Y/n doesn’t want to basically talk to me,” Jimin breathed out. “I finally made a friend who treats me as a human being and not a monster or an object. She genuinely wants to get to know me. That old hag… Nabi ruined it for the others.”

“Nabi was a horrible person,” Jungkook said, following behind him into the car. They both situated themselves and put on their seatbelts, still thinking about the events that had happened. “We just fell in love with the wrong person.”

“We kill people,” Jimin started, his head moving side to side to display his anger at speaking about his past lover. “We have blood in our hands. We torture people to tell us what we need to know, yet we couldn’t tell when Nabi lied to us. We were just candy to her. She stole from us, lied to us, wasn’t loyal to us, and she made us do everything for her because she knew we would do anything for her.”

“Love made us blind, Jimin,” Jungkook reassured him, grabbing his hand. “We fell for her. Hard. We have been dating for years and getting someone new into our relationship simply made us all excited. We didn’t see what others could. Our parents didn’t see it either. It’s not our fault.”

Jimin nodded at his words and slumped his shoulders. “Y/n doesn’t want anything to do with me, us. I get her opinion, though. She said she won’t talk to me if Jin feels uncomfortable that she’s doing so. She’s such an angel, though, because she got accused of basically being a gold digger by Jin and yet, she’s thinking of his feelings.”

“Listen, Jin is just… taking care of us,” Jungkook looked down to catch Jimin’s attention and smiled a little when he made eye contact with him. “After Nabi, we were all heartbroken and Jin had to pick up the pieces that she broke while he was handling his own pain. I know right now you feel this way because Y/n has become your friend, but look at the issue in point of view.”

“I know,” Jimin mumbled, his chest heaving by the amount of sighs he leg out while he licked his lips. “I just wish he wasn’t so harsh, you know? He should trust us.”

“I know, I know,” Jungkook wrapped an arm around his shoulders, bringing their heads together. “We’ll go home and we need to talk to Y/n, whether she likes it or not.”

Jimin chuckled. “That’ll be nice. I already miss her.”

Jungkook smiled before the two quieted down, admiring the scenery. He could only think of you and he knew Jimin was thinking of you, too.

It was odd the way you easily bonded with them. Especially with him, Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi. All four were the quietest out of the 7, and for you to manage to get them out their shells for a bit was more than enough for Jungkook to be able to trust you with his older partners and with him.

“Jungkook said he’ll call you later,” Ari told you as soon as you two sat down for dinner in your apartment. Eunji sat across from you, her son by her side as he ate some cut up potatoes that Eunji had said, “He has an obsession with potatoes. Do not get any, he’ll throw a fit.”

“I don’t really feel like it’s fair for Mr. Kim,” you frowned, shaking your head. Ari and Eunji arched their eyebrows as if asking which one. “The older one. He seemed like he was uncomfortable with me… and he was! He really asked how much money I wanted.”

“He’s probably taking care of them emotionally, honey,” Eunji threw you a pitied look. “I mean, they haven’t personally talked to anyone since the employee that used to work in our division got fired.”

You sighed and nodded, playing with your food. “Yeah, you’re right. I just feel like he could’ve dealt with the situation better instead of calling me a liar when there was evidence and there are people who saw the situation happen. I know you two have my back. The other workers… not so much.”

“Look, just give him a chance to know you,” Ari reassured you by placing her hand on top of yours, hoping to soothe your nerves. “If he doesn’t want to, it’s his loss. But you at least know that Jimin, or any of the boys you have met, didn’t exactly know what he was going to say.”

“Wait for them to call,” Eunji suggested, a smirk forming on her lips. You snorted and shook your head.

“I doubt they’ll even remember.”

As dinner passed by quickly, Ari, Eunji, and her child left your home. You were thankful that they at least helped you clean and you quickly did all of your business before heading to bed.

As you got out of the shower and changed, you went to bed, after making sure everything was locked and secured in your house, and just laid there. You really didn’t know what to think about the situation, but your friends were. You should cut Jin some slack and you do what to but it’s the he humiliated you and said some things he shouldn’t have said.

Your phone buzzing broke you off of your thoughts. You grabbed it and looked at the screen, smiling a little at seeing Jimin’s name showing up. Maybe you should ignore it, but you knew you would feel bad so you answered.

“Hello?” You responded, putting the phone on speaker.

“Hey,” you heard the way his voice softened, speaking to you in almost a hushed whisper. “Did I wake you?”

“No, I hadn’t gone to sleep yet, don’t worry,” you chuckled a little, feeling your heart beating against your chest. You placed a hand on top and calmed your breathing down. “Why are you calling me?”

“I’m sorry for how things went in the office,” he apologized and you heard the way he let out a sigh, clearly phased by his partner’s actions. “Jin isn’t like that but, I hope you do understand he is very cautious about women who befriend us. He has been the one to pick us all up once we get hurt and he always takes care of us. With you, his instincts went off. We got close to you in a matter of two weeks and he got worried.” He heard silence. “I know his reaction wasn’t right at all and I apologize on his behalf. He shouldn’t have assumed you were doing anything because of money.”

“I know he doesn’t know me,” you started, “but it still hurt to be accused of basically wanting to sleep with you guys or be accused of wanting money. The harassment I receive at work is no joke and it’s not something I would exactly like about.”

“I know, flower,” there goes your heart again, “I know. But, I am sorry, okay? And he doesn’t mind that we hang out with you. Everyone stood up for you so he saw that we trusted you.”

You softly giggled while your eyes drooped from the lateness and lack of sleep. “That’s nice of you guys. Thank you.”

“I was going to ask you a favor by the way,” you heard him say and you hummed, gesturing for him to continue. “Is it okay if we can sleep on call? I’m sleeping alone today and the others went to a business meeting real quick. It’ll only be for today.”

You smiled a little and nodded. “It’s okay, Jimin. We can stay on. I won’t be heading to work tomorrow either way. I have my day off.”

You heard Jimin snickered and sheets rustling. “I’ll come visit you with food then. I miss your presence.” Your face flushed and you cleared your throat. “I don’t hear any talk back so I’ll show up.”

“No you aren’t,” you scoffed, not believing his words. Jimin hummed.

“Watch me.”

You smiled at his words. “Goodnight, Jimin. Sweet dreams.”

“Goodnight, y/n, sweet dreams,” Jimin repeated back and you cuddled your blankets, placing your phone on the night stand beside you, letting it charge. You heard him talk. “Before you fully sleep, Namjoon and Hoseok want to go to lunch with you. Get to know you. Don’t worry, I’ll be there.”

“Mhm, I’ll go, but you better come pick me because I don’t want another one of you knowing my address.”

“Be quiet and get enough rest for tomorrow.”

“Okay, okay. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, flower.”

until death

— summary: until death do you part, you are theirs and they are yours

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: fluff, slight angst, demon!au

— word count: 4.4k

— warnings: none

— commission for @daisyjoons

“What’s that in your hand?”

“H-Huh?” 

“The flower,” Seokjin beckons at the rose he has in his hand, his tall figure and deadpanned eyes staring down at the man, it almost leaves him wanting to pee his pants right on the spot. “It’s not for the baker, now is it?”

Six more pairs of eyes stare directly down at him and yet he still has the audacity to say; “Yes, it’s..it’s for miss Y/N.”

“Ah.”

Suddenly the air in the little shop shifts and a sharp, cold breeze rushes through the room despite the fact that today should have been nothing but a pleasant breeze. Little ashes of smoke begin to appear from the thin air of the floors of the shop, sauntering around as customers sitting in their designated seats pick their feet up out of fear, their whispers of panic raising, and the man at the center of the demons’ wrath feels sharp ice crawling all over his body.

“It seems you want trouble,” Jungkook says as he takes a step forward, causing the man to step back, and so Jungkook keeps following along until he backs himself against the counter, trembling in sight while the rest of the people hold their breaths, too frightful to make a move in fear of being on the receiving end of the demons’ wrath.

“I-I don’t want trouble,” the poor man stutters.

Taehyung clicks his tongue in irritation while Jimin scoffs.

“Clearly you do,” Namjoon says. “You uttered her name. In the demon world, no one is allowed to utter someone’s name so carelessly. Only if they mean something to you and if the person has allowed you to utter their name.”

“I-I’m sorry sir, I-I didn’t know.”

“And giving roses,” Yoongi plucks the flower right out of his fingertips, “means an eternal love you are willing to spend the rest of your life with.” He burns the petty little thing right before the man’s eyes, all the while keeping his glare pointed right at him, causing the guy to visibly shallow a hard lump.

“Do you understand where you’re wrong?” Hoseok threatens, an arm propped up against Yoongi’s shoulder, hovering.

“I-I-” He looks like he’s about to piss his pants.

“Do you, understand?” So Hoseok reiterates, deeper, darker, graver. “Yes or no?”

“I..y-yes, yes—”

“What are you doing?”

A voice.

A sweet, sweet voice more precious and sweeter than the nectar the butterflies flock themselves onto, than any blood that can satisfy a vampire, than the sun that gives humans light and nutrients. A voice they love more than anything in this world.

Except the woman herself whom it belongs to.

They turn in an instant, ears perking up, head snapped, to find you standing before the door that leads to the backrooms, holding onto a tray of desserts they know you’ve made just for them, and their faces immediately soften.

The room brightens up, the shadows beginning to melt away into thin air in the same way they appeared, and Jimin is just about to rush up to you if it weren’t for your eyes suddenly shifting from them.

Your attention isn’t on them.

“You’re scaring the poor man!” You quickly say as you put your tray down onto the counter, rushing to untie the apron strings from behind, rushing in between them and the gentleman, an arm extending as you force Jungkook to back off. “Not just him but my customers!” You turn to address the guy. “Are you alright sir? I apologize for everything.”

He takes one glance behind you and instantly freezes up once more, quick to shake his head vehemently at the dark eyes staring straight into his soul — unbeknownst to you.

“I-I’m okay! I’m okay!” He blurts out before simply scurrying out the door before you can get another word in.

You stare at the scene, blinking at his sudden rush, before turning around to place your hands upon your hips, all the while the boys are quick to change up their expressions, acting as if they’ve been innocent all along.

“You just lost me a customer. Would you like to explain why you were interrogating the poor dude?” You start, brows furrowed, shoulders tense, chin slightly protruding and they know you’re trying to be all high and mighty but in their eyes, you just look like an upset bunny trying to fight seven wolves. “You really need to keep yourselves in check and stop summoning your shadows to show up out of nowhere, you know that scares people. How are my customers supposed to eat and drink and have a calm peaceful day if you just show up out of nowhere and deliberately make a scene?”

“M-miss Y/N, we’re fine but please—” An older woman tries to appease you, her approach timid as she holds her hands up, trying to calm you down in fear of the men in the room who’re the reason for your anger. “You don’t have to stand up for our sake.”

“We’re fine, you don’t have to do this.”

“I’d really love it if I didn’t have to witness our favorite baker in town—”

“What are you talking about, ma’am, they need a proper scolding,” you say otherwise, clearly unaware of the public’s concern for your life, being as you’re literally standing up against seven tall, masculine men who can literally bend the Earth and destroy this town with a flick of their wrist.

“Miss Y/N, please—”

“It’s alright, just go back to your coffee. I assure you I can handle this.”

“No please—”

You ignore their pleas to turn back around, that business smile fading the second you meet their eyes and they frown, hating the way you sounded kind to your customers and yet don’t bother to send them a smile.

“So then, what do you have to say for yourselves?”

“It’s not even that big of a—”

“Excuse me?” You cross your arms before your chest, looking up at them with a serious expression and they know they can’t not listen to whatever you say.

Only you can ever make them bend a knee.

“Sorry,” Jimin grumbles under his breath but you pretend you didn’t hear it.

“What was that?”

He sighs and steps forward, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you in close, much to the audience’s dismay, and pepper kisses upon your cheeks. “You heard me darling, I said I was sorry.”

“Sorry. We’re sorry,” Jungkook joins in, a hand on your head as he presses a kiss to your temple.

You feel your heart lighting up, a smile waiting to creep up but you know not to give in just yet. “And to my customers?”

Namjoon crosses a hand over to his heart, giving the people a light bow. “We apologize for the inconvenience, dear customers of Y/N’s,” he says, and while they simply look back with mouths agape and widened pupils, frozen in their spots, he turns his head back your way, a cheeky little grin spread across his face as if asking for a compliment for doing the thing that you asked him to do.

You bite back a grin, seeing how obedient they are when it comes to you, but you know that if you let them see even the smallest bit of that, they'll disregard the people around them and simply coddle you to their heart’s content.

So you take Jimin’s hand and lead him into the backrooms, knowing the rest are quick to follow along, all the while leaving your customers blinking and rubbing their eyes, wondering if what they had just seen was right or if it had been simply a figment of their imaginations.

After all, everyone knows demons would never yield to a human that easily, much less care for them in the way they just treated you.

“Someone looks stressed.”

Once you’re finally left alone with your demons without any eyes kept on you, you let your guard down, smiling ruefully as you take a good look at the seven of them. Demons don’t live on sleep in the way humans need it, they get their energy elsewhere, but sometimes there are days you feel as if perhaps taking a nap will help them.

They look so tired.

“But that still doesn’t mean you can come around here and demand things out of my customers.”

Yoongi grunts, rolling his eyes at your words like a child hating to be scolded. “I get it, I get it,” he repeats exasperatedly when he walks over to place his head against your chest, letting you run your fingers through your hair to coddle him.

“But he was trying to give you roses,” Taehyung says as he clicks his tongue with irritation, that glare he has on is always enough to kill someone if he could, and for a good while you were scared of it yourself, but luckily you’ve gotten used to it. Taehyung would never hurt you after all.

And you know exactly what roses mean in the demon language. It was what they gave you when they confessed their undying love to you after all, a day you will never forget, a day they swept you off your feet and the very day you became forever theirs. You can never forget what those roses mean to them because to demons who’re almost incapable of feeling, much less love another, if a rose is given by them unto another, it is something one must never doubt.

“You do understand that roses aren’t as significant as they are to us humans, don’t you?” You remind them, a light chuckle leaving your lips when Taehyung drops his head onto your shoulder, asking for the same attention you’re giving to Yoongi. “I mean they mean a lot to me because they mean a lot to you but to humans in general, roses are just another sign of love.”

“Exactly, love. That’s a universal language and he was trying to steal you away from us.” You feel Hoseok’s arms slide around your waist from behind, lips pressing onto the nape of your neck.

“He didn’t know,” you try to excuse the action of the poor man who you didn’t even know was trying to confess to you just a few minutes prior.

But they’re having none of that.

“Who goes around professing their love to someone they don’t even know that well? Did he really believe a pretty girl like you would remain loveless by men all around her?”

You laugh awkwardly at Seokjin’s words. “What’re you trying to say by that?”

“He should know his place,” he says as he takes your chin from under his fingertips, bringing you forth to his face, “and that you, who is beloved by many, wouldn’t have already stolen the hearts of others around her. You attract after all, and just like those pretty little sweets you make every day before the town can even wake up, a simple glance at you can cause quite the addiction.”

“I..” You avert your eyes, cheeks heating because you know exactly what he’s trying to imply. “I don’t think I..”

“You don’t?” The eldest raises a brow as if daring you to further challenge his belief.

“W-well…” You stumble on your words before clearing your throat. “Sometimes too many sweets can be bad for you.”

“Well, luckily I have a sweet tooth.” A small little smirk curl along the corner of his lip, a low chuckle leaving him just as he leans in to capture your lips, leaving your heart to skip a thousand beats faster than its initial pounding.

He doesn’t kiss you for too long but even then, once he leaves you, you’re a blushing mess.

“Heart’s pounding rather fast,” Yoongi states, and you’re stumbling over your words once again.

“I..I-I wasn’t…”

“How long has it been? You’re still swooning over such a small thing?” Jungkook teases.

“It’s alright, I quite like it actually,” Seokjin says, his hand reaching up to tuck it behind your ear. “It’s quite refreshing seeing what we do still makes her react like this. You love us that much, huh darling?”

“If you’re here just to tease me, please just return to whatever it was you were doing before coming here.”

“Hey, don’t act like you don’t like it,” Namjoon pulls you back in when you try to run away to hide your embarrassment. They hold you in close, grips so steady you know there’s really no chance you’ll ever be able to escape.

Not that you want to.

And seeing those looks on their faces, you know they know that fact more than anyone else.

After all, these days can sometimes be rare; the days when they show up before you unexpectedly, most times without ever telling you beforehand. These days are the days you cherish the most, when you can be in their arms just like this, without ever feeling as if they would ever let you go.

Not until it’s time for them to leave. Not until they have to leave.

And it’s in those moments when they do have to leave do you feel the most lonely. When you have to stay behind, taking a moment to gather yourself, remember their holds and kisses, before returning to your baking with a customer smile on your face so no one knows just how lonely you are when your demons leave, knowing you can do nothing but wait until their next visit.

There are times when waiting takes days, weeks, and sometimes even a whole month and you’re always left wondering just where they are and where they’ve gone and what they’re doing.

But you know you’d never tell them just how lonely you really are when they’re gone.

After all, the times they visit are for the times of loving and holding one another. It isn’t a time to dwell on things that don’t matter, it isn’t a time to cry and wish and to hope. It’s a time to cherish what’s before you before they have to leave.

Only when they’re gone can you actually dwell on your loneliness.

“If something ever goes wrong or if you simply need us, you can call us anytime.”

You stare at the little bell shaped into a red rose one lonely night while standing under the stars in the middle of your garden.

It’s the garden of red roses they created for you, a garden that can never wilt no matter the seasons, time, or period. It dies only when the owner who received these flowers dies.

It will wilt only once you’ve wilted.

“Just how long will you continue to live, little ones?” You hold a hand out to feel the soft petals of the roses upon your fingertips, smiling at how pretty they are. Not even one petal is torn or hurt. They all look alive and well, alive and flourishing.

Jungkook says they reflect their owners’ age as you know that one day in the far future, these flowers will probably begin to look dainty and frail as well, and yet you don’t wish to ever see these flowers growing old with you.

Growing old means nearing death.

Growing old means wilting.

And then what will happen to the ones you’ll be leaving behind? The lifespan of a human does not last forever after all, and the more you think about it, the more you come to understand that they’ve got all the time in the world, hence they don’t ever look sad or griefed whenever they come to visit days or weeks or months later.

It is because to demons, the passing of time is simply but a second walking by.

Yet to you, every ticking second means a second closer to wilting away.

You let out a sigh, turning from the flowers to take a step forward towards your house when a harsh wind passes by, causing your shawl to fly off, and in an attempt to grab for it, you’ve forgotten about the bell you had in your hand, causing the little flower shape to fall from your hand and jingle as it hits the ground.

You gasp as you freeze in place because in just mere seconds, you know you aren’t alone anymore.

Seven presence right behind you.

Who would have thought it’d work this fast?

You quickly pick your bell up, eyes scanning forward at the shawl that flew off onto a rose bush, and rush forward to take it back because of how cold the night air has gotten.

“Well someone most certainly called us here on purpose, didn’t she?”

You turn back at Yoongi’s sarcastic comment once you’ve gotten your shawl to wrap it back onto yourself.

“Sorry! It was the wind,” you quickly say as you rush back to their side. “The bell was in my hand and when my shawl flew away, I forgot about it so when I went to reach for my shawl, the bell fell out and now here you are, summoned by the jingle.”

“So you’re not in immortal danger?”

At Seokjin’s question, you take a look around, wanting to laugh a bit at the situation. “Uh nope! Looks like I’m perfectly fine.”

“So you’ll only call us if you’re in immortal danger? How disappointing.” Jungkook lets out a heavy sigh, his lips pouting.

“What? You want me to call you if I miss you or something?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“Ha ha, very funny.” You place the bell securely into your pocket then tighten the shawl around your body. “Anyways, it’s pretty cold out here. You should get back to what you were doing. As you can see, I’m not hurt nor am I in any danger. In the meantime, I think it’s time for me to head to bed.”

You begin to walk off to your door again when Namjoon stops you.

“What were you doing out here?” He asks and you stop in your tracks, shrugging.

“Just thinking.”

“Thinking?”

“About immortality and stuff.”

“Immortality?” Jimin steps up to drape an arm around your shoulder in order to turn you back around to where they’re standing, at the same time helping you to keep warm against the night breeze. “What’s got you thinking about immortality, darling? Are you finally thinking about how to become one?”

“You know I like my human life.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolls his eyes. “Something about growing old is part of what makes human life so beautiful or whatever.”

“I don’t understand why death is beautiful to you,” Taehyung says.

“Well on the other hand, don’t you think immortality is somewhat of a curse?” You ask and they look upon themselves as if they’ve never given that idea a chance before.

“Why would it be a curse?”

“Well…” Your words trail off slowly and yet they wait for your explanation, eyes steady on you, ears open to whatever you have to say, and you play along with your fingers, nails digging into the skin a bit. “When I die…you’ll still have thousands of years left to live.” You avoid their eyes, staring down at the ground. “...Won’t you miss me?”

They grow silent.

Everything grows silent and you hear nothing but the little breeze that passes by ever so often, as well as the cicadas out in the night, singing their sweet songs, a melody mirroring the birds in the early morning.

“So you’re saying,” Hoseok begins, “that you’ll die before us.”

“It’s inevitable,” you say, looking up again. “Forty years may not mean a lot to you but forty years into the future means me getting old and gray and my health deteriorating. Humans are living and dying at the same time. I get closer to death with each passing day.”

“Don’t say that.”

“You know it’s true.” You watch as Jungkook turns to look at the flowers in the garden, his hand reaching out to touch one of them. “I’d never want to die and let you live through years of heartache. I’d never want to leave you behind in this world and no matter how happy we will be, death is something that is inevitable to come for me, you know that. Though I wouldn’t ever want you to follow along either. I don’t want to die together.”

“So you love your human life but you don’t want to die and leave us behind, but you also don’t want us to choose our own death in following you right behind, and you don’t wish to become an immortal.” Namjoon takes a step forward into your proximity, their expressions more grave than any other times you’ve ever seen them — except in those moments when you’re in immortal danger right before them. It frightens you a bit wondering what’s going on inside their heads, but what frightens you most is the inevitable future threatening to tear you apart.

“What is it that you want, Y/N?” Namjoon asks and you take a moment to think.

What is it that you want?

Why’re you thinking about immortality and death? Why was the wind listening to you when you were left to yourself in this garden? Why did it hear your silent plea in wishing to see them and therefore taking your fate into their hands and causing you to accidentally call for your demons?

Why does any of this even matter?

“I don’t know…” You look down at your feet, fingers unable to keep still, the vision before you blurring. “I-I don’t know,” you admit truthfully and when you look up again, their eyes widen at the sight of tears brimming along your waterline, waiting to fall down any second now. “I don’t want to live forever but I don’t…I don’t want to ever leave you behind and…and…I don’t know what I want. All I know is that…is that even though I enjoy this human life, I hate how different we are. I hate how different we think because to you, a day passing by means nothing. A week, a month, maybe even a year. A year without me is nothing to you. You can let time go by and it wouldn’t mean a thing because you get to live forever but to me…to me….I..”

You swallow the lump that wishes to cut your voice off, forcing the words out. “I hate waiting. I hate not knowing when it is you’ll be visiting again. I hate each day that passes, I hate it when you leave me, I hate being lonely and empty, I hate it when I have to wait. I hate it. I hate all of it.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I don’t know,” you cry, ignoring the tears that slip by when they close in on you. A few hiccups threaten to leave your voice behind but you continue talking through it all. “It’s just…I-I didn’t bring it up because I know you get busy and even if you aren’t so busy, I…I thought that, well, if the passing of time doesn’t affect you, why should it affect me?”

“You should have spoken up, my love.”

“You know if you asked for the world, we’d give it to you in a heartbeat, right? Why would you think we wouldn’t stop anything and everything if you just asked to be with us?”

“I don’t know,” you cry again, letting the last syllable drag out as more tears fall from your eyes and they’re quick to panic, realizing their reassuring words probably sounded more like them scolding you.

“It’s alright, it’s alright. You don’t have to cry anymore.”

“We know. We know now so it’ll be alright.”

“I’ll tell you what, become one of us.”

Your cry falls silent as only sniffles and small hiccups leave your lips when you hear those words. You blink up at Taehyung, slightly confused. “..What?”

“You heard him, become one of us.”

“I told you I don’t want to live forever.”

“You don’t have to live forever, darling.”

“I..I don’t?”

Yoongi shakes his head. “We can live together for as long as we want and when you get tired of life, when you get tired of immortality, just say the word and we’ll make it happen in a heartbeat.”

“...Really?”

“Of course.” Namjoon presses a kiss to your forehead just as you feel Taehyung’s hands wiping your tears away and Seokjin handing you a tissue he created from thin air. “Hoseok said, didn’t he? You could ask us for the world and we’d give it to you without question.”

“We’d burn the world if it means making you happy.”

“But what if I just want you and not the whole world?”

Soft smiles appear upon their faces, softening their features, whispering sincere affirmations of love.

“Oh darling, you already have us.”

“And you’ll have us even after death takes us all away.”

“But…I thought…” with the last remaining tears wiped away, you take a small little glance towards the rose bushes, eyes scattering off with confusion, “doesn’t immortality mean…forever? How would I..-How would we just…leave this world?”

“There is always an answer to everything,” you feel warmth seeping through the palm of Yoongi’s hand when he caresses your face, “and just like the stars that burn bright in the night, lasting for eons on end, they too have their beginning and ending and one day they will burn away as well.”

“Then, technically..you aren’t cursed with immortality?”

“Well technically, yes, but in theory, going against the ways of life means going against the laws of the world, which also means throwing things off balance, so it also means receiving death sentences for throwing off said balance.”

You take a moment to blink, trying to comprehend what Jungkook just said, before simply letting out an “Oh.”

They chuckle at your silence and you feel Jimin ruffle your hair. “Though of course we’d never let anyone touch you, not even the world. There are other ways to leave an immortal life but it’ll happen when we get there so don’t worry your little head off about how everything works.”

“You just have to trust us,” Seokjin agrees.

“You’ll trust us, won’t you?” Hoseok asks.

You take his hands in yours, eyes determined without a glint of hesitation. “I trust you with my life and until death do us part, it is yours to keep.”

Taehyung chuckles at the sentiment before repeating the vow you’ve just spoken. “Until death do us part.”