BTS FANFIC WRITERS OF COLOR YOU NEED TO READ ASAP

BTS FANFIC WRITERS OF COLOR YOU NEED TO READ ASAP

Yesterday, I wrote about a post about the whitewashing that can happen in BTS fanfics and why we need POC writers in general - and in the BTS fandom. Today, I have a post with more than 60 BTS fanfic authors of color. Shout out to the Possums, my various contacts, and my other moots for their help. 

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The beauty of such a large and diverse BTS fandom is that there are so many talented ARMY authors in our fanfic communities. As I mentioned in my post about how whitewashed BTS fanfics can be, I get especially happy when I come across fellow POC writers. Thanks to my own reading and networks of BTS friends and writers, I’ve compiled a list of BTS fanfic writers of color as a jumping off point to explore more POC authors and content creators.

If you are a writer of color and I did not include you (or didn’t rec a fic of yours), it’s nothing personal. Sometimes, I don’t know if writers identify as POC or I just haven’t come across your fics yet. Feel free to comment with your handles and a fic to check out and I will try to add you or update when I get a chance (and if I don’t, at least it will be in the comments once the comment itself is approved or moderated).

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DON'T DO THIS TO ME WOMAN

💕Pairing: Yoongi x Female Reader 

📝Summary: A little piece of smut of a bigger plot/story.

✏️Genre/au: Smut, Canon, Long time relationship

✏️Rating: 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 1502

⚠️chapter warnings: explicit smut

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"I don't give a shit, I don't give a fuck~" you singsong to a cracking up Yoongi. "But hey, it was hot somehow," you say raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, was it?" he replies with that criminal smirk of his, mimicking your last seductive motion before moving to kiss your forehead. 

"I mean… It was a statement and it was a very confident move. Not many would say that out loud in this country," you said, with determination, "I'm so proud of you." The swell in your heart as you say those words turns to butterflies in your stomach as he gives you a sweet smile. 

His duality has no mercy on you because it is everything. You have the genius, tough, 8.8 syllables per second rapper and the ‘show don’t tell’ caring boyfriend who gives you the best hugs in the world when you are alone. Then he has moments where he relaxes and will show his beautiful gummy smile, or do something on the level of his stage name, that makes you want to throw yourself and koala him and never let him go. 

"Do you need a napkin?" he asks all of a sudden, bringing you back from your memories, making you frown in confusion, “For the drool,” he says, raising an eyebrow and smirking. You slap his arm feigning annoyance and he chuckles before a naughty smile prints on his face. 

“I mean, I’m okay with it but the carpet is new and I would really appreciate some consideration,” he keeps on going and your outrage draws an ‘o’ in your mouth, making him chuckle again. This time when you try to slap him he grabs your wrist and pulls you, making your eight-wheeled chair advance against his, drawing you in front of his computer where he had been mixing. The hum through his nose brings back your attention from his screen and he looks at your lips before speaking, Come on, don’t be so grumpy” he says before biting his lower one and meeting your eyes again. 

He then pulls you forward, lips meeting yours with a sweet sound. “Hm?” he hums, raising an eyebrow at you and bites his lower lip again. “Let’s go rest a little bit on the sofa,” he suggests, standing and letting go of your wrist to slide his hand against yours and entwine your fingers together to guide you.

You know the way he wants to take that rest and you are eager for that intimacy, especially since the last time you two made out was probably more than a month ago because he’s been too busy for you to meet the way you are doing it today. He allows you to lie down on your side first and then puts a knee on the sofa to slide right in front of you. 

“Missed this,” you mutter putting the other hand over his porcelain perfect cheek. He gets closer to kiss you with a slow pecking sound and places his hand over your thigh to guide it over his, getting your bodies closer and pushing against your mouth for a proper kiss. You give in sweetly,  the flavour of his mouth against yours driving you so insane you nibble on his lower lip and provoke low groan that elicits goosebumps all over your body.

Sex has been a threat for a few months now and you can’t say you aren’t willing to take the step with him. It freaks you out a little bit but it’s appetising when Yoongi has a boner while you are meddling about in his studio sofa, just like it’s happening at this very moment. He presses it against your lower half instinctively, letting out another groan that makes an electricity wave turn your butterflies into a lowering tension that concentrates in your core. But he moves away, frowning before retaking the kiss, and then his hand travels from your calf up your thigh, underneath the loose white shorts you are wearing, drawing the curve of your cheek over your panties. 

“If I do something that makes you uncomfortable or you don’t like it, tell me,” he whispers against your lips and after you nod his are back to yours. His hand travels down the curve to your core, still over the fabric of your panties, your sensitive folds respond immediately, and your nub tenses with anticipation. When two of his calloused digits caress it, you lose your breath instantaneously. Yoongi hums a smirk against your lips before deepening the kiss and rubbing it a second time, making you whine against his tongue, where he chuckles but keeps showing you his ability. 

He starts drawing slow circles against your joy point and you lose your battle against the moan trapped in your throat, making him hold your lower lip breathing in between his teeth as he tries to control himself. But the moment you give in to the need and buck your hip against his fingers he is done. Sliding backwards his fingers define your folds and he finds out your panties are damp, which makes him growl and aim for a breathtaking kiss that makes your head spin. 

Finding his strength again or having placated his lust a little bit with his mouth, he slides his fingers underneath the fabric to touch on your wet mess directly which makes him make the low sound again. All his need and want only add to your excitement and he feels the flood over his digits driving him absolutely insane, his covered shaft presses against your pelvis and your bud, and he rubs against you a few times before collecting your juices and driving his two wet fingers over your clit. There the circles and his actions have you moaning against his unstoppable tongue while he still humps you without mercy: if someone could hear the two of you, they would probably think he’s railing you for good but you couldn’t care less.

To his surprise a strangled high pitched moan escapes your mouth as you hit an orgasm at the same time his oversensitive member spits precum against his Batman boxer shorts, he damns himself for not choosing better-looking underwear, although you know by heart that’s what he has in his drawers. 

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath moving his nose under your chin.  “I really want to do it right now,” he explains, making his best efforts to not lie to you on your back.

“Me too…” you admit in a whisper and he abandons his hiding spot to look at you directly. Your pink cheeks and hooded eyes make him swell all over, pride and lust filling him to the brim, almost beating his brain.

“I just-This is not the way I planned our first time to be. There’s nothing special in it, I have no candles and this is a damn sofa,” he grumbles, disappointed.

“You had a plan?” you wonder, eyes wide open now, surprised and endeared.

“Yes,” he suddenly blushes before huffing with embarrassment. But you find the whole thing adorable and can’t avoid the sound that you describe. “Don’t ‘aww’ me.” he spits, putting on a grimace, offended, but you do it again and hug him, rolling him on his back as you kiss his face all over. 

“Yoongi is always so considerate.” you whisper against his cheeks and then “saranghae.” before kissing his lips, having his hands describe the curve of your back, up to your shoulder blades, and deepening the kiss. His hard is still pressed against your abdomen reminding you of the lust you are playing against. “But anything, if it’s with you, feels special,” you reassure him, rolling your hips against his shaft making him groan in despair. 

“Woman, I mean it… I don’t want us to do this here,” he mutters, trying to make you stop by rushing out his hands to your hips, “I really want to make it special.”

“But-” you suddenly blush and think about how whimsical you are being or better said how lust is getting the best of you.

“‘But’ what?” he wonders, with an intense look as he smiles seductively and you blush even harder, making him chuckle.

“But I want to feel you inside.” you say, slapping your shyness to a corner and making his eyes bulge, erasing that cocky attitude from his face. Then he closes his eyes and hisses, staying immobile.

“Shibal…” he curses before opening his eyes again. “You-” he hisses again and at this point, you can’t even guess what he is thinking. All of a sudden, with two twists of his body, he has you underneath him, “You are driving me insane woman. What do I do now, huh? What you just said-” he says and then shows his teeth at the right side in that gesture so his, that’s so cool and drives you completely insane. 

Involuntarily you grind against him and he looks at you dumbfounded, before looking up and biting his lower lip, “Fuck it-”

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THE WAITER'S - CHAPTER 5: DESTINY'S FOOL

🍵 Here's your tasty beverage? 🍵

💕Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook

✏️Genre/au: Angst, Romance, Slice of life with some action, Smut

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Word count: 3534

⚠️Chapter warnings: possessiveness, jealousy, rivalry, provocations

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Your fingers trail the petals of the orchid once more as Namjoon and Yuuki keep the discussion going. Apparently, all of you standing to leave won't actually be a successful action. Seokjin laughs at the animated Eun who observes her husband and whispers something to him before Namjoon exhales in exasperation.

Another group also speaks next to them but more quietly, Jungkook is apparently following the conversation but he glances at you more than he doesn’t. So does Sofie when you notice you are being observed. Jungkook looks at Kyung, who asks him a question and Sofie raises her eyebrows to point out the obvious. You roll your eyes, going back to the fragile being.

Making use of your phone, you take a picture of the orchid under the fairy lights and candle flames. The image registered could as well come out of a super production, where said flower would be a magical creature or the key to an excruciating spell that saves humanity or sorts. The thing is much simpler although it's not its meaning, it definitely charms you.

Distracting you from your stupor, Hoseok offers you a ride back home, approaching with Sofie. She jokes about your sudden obsession with the plant and you point out its beauty.

It doesn't go unnoticed to you the way Jungkook looks at Hoseok as you make arrangements as to where he should drive you. He doesn't look jealous; he seems disappointed, and it takes you a minute to understand he would have liked to drive you. He knows, as much as you do, that since you haven't come out clean about knowing each other, it's not possible. The others think you have just met today and since you haven't talked much with each other, it would be odd that he would take you home. Needless to say, giving the impression of questionable intentions.

At this point in the afternoon, in which continuing with the pastries and tea would lead to the whole event being called the longest upper in history, the whole circle has noticed he is into you. Or at least you think he's been too obvious. You really need to have that conversation with him.

When the chatter dies and Eun finally looks at the clock, she covers her mouth. "We really should leave."

A change of shift is being made when you reach the counter to pay but Taehyung is the one to attend Namjoon when he asks for the bill and excuses for the time spent. "No worries, you probably have the largest bill of the day anyway," says the guy, unexpressive, making Namjoon laugh at his humour. Some of you join the mood but Kyung doesn't seem to get it and raises her eyebrows as if thinking him rude.

"It was a joke," mutters Yuuki at her side and hugs her from the waist since she's a little bit shorter. Kyung hums.

They couldn't be more opposite. Yuuki is soft and almost naive but very smart. On the other hand, Kyunsook is on the rigid side, stick to the rules, if you must, but at the same time she has the kindest heart and that's why they get along so well. Yuuki works as a preschool teacher and Kyunsook is a judge in a different city.

Both work and live in Suwon but you don't see them as often as you used to while in high school or even university. Studying in different universities as you and Sofie, you didn't see them daily but Yuuki was there often. Kyung, however, was a stickler to her schedules and after high school, you were lucky if you saw her on the weekends or holidays. Her parents were most proud of that but you are pretty sure it cost Sook a depression of sorts, although she never spoke about it. After her honorific grades gave her an excellent entrance on her career she seemed to breathe a little, but soon she would be trying to fight her ascend to judge. Now that she's in it, she sometimes confides the regret of it to you.

Yuuki loves children and she's been working at the same school since she finished her studies. She used to meet up with her boyfriend after work but they broke up two months ago and now, apparently, she's ready to start dating again. It makes you feel like you are too absorbed in your work like you aren't there for your friends enough.

You see the new waiters picking up the plates from the tables and one coming out from the garden with the last plates left. When Yoongi comes out at Namjoon's request, he is dressed in street clothes. You could swear he looks familiar but you can't place why or really think it through because Jimin comes out without the apron. The plain black T-shirt remarkably defines his muscles, you lick your lips at the centre, feeling them slightly dry somehow. He looks at you over Hoseok’s shoulder when they hug friendly to say goodbye. He hasn't missed your stare, although you look away discreetly. The smirk on his lips is very telling, but his eyes show a hint of a dark emotion.

He can't understand why but at the back of his mind, he is worried you might ghost him tonight. Maybe because you left his bed and disappeared when he didn't want you to but especially because he can see what's going on between you and Jungkook. He's caught him staring at you countless times, and before the light left, Jimin could swear he'd seen Jungkook trying to conceal an erection by putting a hand near his waist, at the thigh.

He is also certain, the guy knows or can read something is up between the two of you. His jealousy is so obvious, that he wonders if Jungkook wouldn't have jumped him if they were in a less public space. Not just by that but also by what Taehyung has insinuated. He looks at Yoongi receiving compliments. He doesn't want to think about it.

'But what if she cancels?' speak his demons. He is really eager to be with you again. To have you under him, feeling the soft skin of your abdomen on his lips, grabbing the plush flesh of your thighs. He wants to taste the nectar between your thighs and the one of that portal of giggly sounds he so much wishes to hear. He wants to bury himself in you and be a prisoner of your warmth, in your depths. His mind writes poetry of your body and only stirs the hunger for what he is only a few hours to have. He drives himself mad.

He almost succumbs to the urge to touch your arm when Hoseok introduces Sofie and you to him. His friend winks at him at the use of your name, letting him know he understands you are the girl he spoke to him about. However, he contains himself.

So do you, reading the way he swallows after saying your name as you both bow to each other, the passion contained inside his body. His proximity, sending a shiver down your spine. Now, just a few hours feel like an eternity, even if you are still to go home and get everything ready, in case you invite him in. Your mind immediately checks the mental map for the state of your house before you leave. 'Draw the curtains. We don't need the Nam's seeing that.' you think. 'I wonder if we'll reach the bedroom…' You know you need a shower to get rid of Jungkook’s musky scent, the problem will be what to wear, so you might just overdress on clothes that might stay on your body for only five minutes. Not that you would want them to stay longer.

He looks at you, deep in thought as you leave and it's driven to his own mind as he walks to the dressing room for his things. He can't even understand what has been keeping him so damn frustrated the last two weeks. It was a one-night stand, you had your right to leave like that. That should have been it. But it’s not. Having sex with someone hasn't had those after-effects on him before and by the way his mood shifted after seeing you again, he knows; tonight won't be the last time you will see each other. He will make sure of it.

When he woke up on Sunday morning looking at the cold side of the bed, as he was sleeping on his tummy, he buried his face in the pillow and growled. Partly, for the hangover, but mostly, for the fact that he almost knew for sure you had left before the sun was up, not so long after the last time you two had sex.

He turned on his back, looking at the white surface of his ceiling matching the white walls all over the apartment. Being his free day, he should then have thought about planning some calls for the week and finally getting the place made into a home; adding colour to the walls, maybe a patterned wallpaper, some rugs, changing the sofa, since it had followed them from the other apartment. But it was impossible. Having sex with you had been a relief and a release of all the stress work had been giving him for the last couple of months after the restaurant became popular. But you leaving before the day had started, was starting to sour what should have been a good mood.

Your scent came to him from the sheets like poison, directly running through his body at high speed. His hand trailed his torso and found the now erected shaft, but at the first pump, he grunted, sensitive nerves making his skin rise in goosebumps. The grip loosened and his hand rested on his chiselled abdomen, as he let out a breath through his nose.

He stood up to use the bathroom, noticing the LED from his phone over the nightstand. It could be either Taehyung from his hometown, with his zero tolerance for alcohol, or Yoongi reminding him of next week's new schedule.

The last couple of weeks, they had been training a three-headed crew to relieve some work from their shoulder. Three shifts would be settled at the beginning of the week, an eight to four shift with two working people, a twelve to eight shift for support with two people and a four to twelve shift with another two people working. Now it would be Monday to Sunday so they could have profits every day of the week but also have a decent time of resting. If said shifts work this week, in the next one the definiteive planning will be put in; Monday to Friday, the three shifts but Saturday and Sunday there will be only two, from eight to four, where the three owners will be in and four to twelve for the workers. Of course, they will be monitoring through the cameras and come in if called. Two of them will have to keep their phones  on volume each weekend but for the rest, they can be doing whatever.

Initially, Yoongi wanted to take the support shift but Taehyung told him off since one of the first reasons to get it started was because Yoongi had only been able to work on his music on Sundays for the last two months; too tired to do so after the long shifts the new business was putting on them. So Yoongi was now on the morning shift, to have studio time in the afternoon, Taehyung on the support shift, and Jimin on the night shift. They also settled that the last two would be switching shifts every couple of months while the workers kept the same timings.

'We have workers… ‘ he thought ‘That feels so weird.’  After washing and drying his hands, he unlocked the phone and played the audios. He looked around his room and the living room in case you’d left your phone number somewhere, as he listened. “Brotheeeeer, how are you doing? I’m with my cousin, for some drinks and I just felt bad that you weren’t with us…” he looked at the time the audio was sent. It was 2:30 a.m., around the time you were getting in his car. He hadn't checked his phone since he messaged Hobi, so by that time, the LED had been definitely unnoticed.

He went so far as to look on the fridge door but there wasn't one anywhere to be found, and he felt his pride hurt. Whether he wanted to see a girl again or not, he'd always gotten at least the phone number. He bit his bottom lip and caressed his neck, feeling the tingle of a memory of your lips on his skin, it made him close his eyes and when he realised, he opened them wide.

He sighed, with the audios he wasn’t paying attention to playing in the background. “YOOOOOO! I think I drank too much… weah *sounds of something falling* Oup! I’m going back to my cousin’s now. Were you sleeping? I hope I didn’t wake you up…" Jimin picked on that last bit and smiled sourly.

He had been wide awake, feeling your skin, tasting you, teasing you. Getting to feel you, with emphasis on the feel. He was supposed to make breakfast but instead, he threw himself over the bed and pulled your pillow against his face and chest, while grunting in frustration again. What could he have done wrong? “Oh, Hobi says he’s seen you leave with a lady. He took one back to her home. She was too drunk and he was worried…" keeps talking the drunk voice from the speaker of his phone. "Hyung’s a real-life prince, isn’t he?” he heard in the background while breathing in the pillow. “Shit!” he said, picking up his phone, still hearing Taehyung talk but not paying attention.

Since Hoseok had started talking with a woman who stumbled at his side, who he guessed was the one Hoseok accompanied, he had gone inside for some drinks and then met you. He’d messaged his hyung while you were away but didn’t get a reply, then completely forgot to check out the response. When he opened their conversation, he immediately smiled.

He frowned at the thought of you leaving again.

But hell if he didn't care.

He would normally put the sheets in the washing machine in the morning, without hesitation but the more he smelled them, the more he was tempted to keep them. As if his brain was fried and couldn’t make any attempts at rational thought. Then he came to that realisation and told himself he was being stupid. ‘It’s a one-night stand! Move on!’ He threw the pillow across the room and stood.

He wasn’t a lovesick teenager, although he wasn’t a fuckboy either, but it was done and over. He needed to act accordingly with his actions, he had brought a lady, without having a conversation about expectations. He had thrown himself directly in the pool and had a fun time. That. Was. It. So he pulled them off the bed energetically, with a slight frown, then manhandled the pillow and threw it back to the bed before making the washing machine do its duty.  

He went to put on his boxers with the mental plan to make himself some hungover breakfast before showering. But as he went to the kitchen, to his every move, your scent would fill his nostrils, driving him insane.

He decided the breakfast could wait.

Hoseok and him, met up for lunch, an hour later, at a restaurant in the centre. One of Hoseok´s students worked there while he made his firsts attempts to work as a dancer, in order to maintain himself while being in Seoul, so he had told his proud professor to visit.

The boys' night had taken a twist and they needed the unwind, the talk, still. Hoseok was slightly frustrated with one of his teachers, who wasn't punctual at work. The man, Yoshiro, was really good at his job but was lately having problems with his wife and had been sleeping in a hotel, mostly getting drunk at night. Hoseok wanted to encourage him to solve the situation or at least to stop drinking, to not throw his career down the drain for a personal situation. At least like that, he would still have his job even if he and his wife separated. But he didn't know how to approach the subject without interfering too much with his private life.  Unfortunately, Jimin’s brain couldn’t come across any ideas, since his only thoughts were of you.

Sleep had taken you for a bit since you were exhausted, but when his slight movement woke you up and you saw his angelical, dreamy face, you pushed one of his threads of hair away from his face and smiled. You panicked at the way your heart skipped a beat when he said your name in a whisper.

You stood, slowly, making sure you didn’t wake him up, even got slightly scared when he rolled to his tummy as a response to your presence leaving his side. You took your underwear from the floor and only put on your bra, knowing your after-sex kit was inside your purse.

It was to tempt luck when you used the bathroom at the end of the hallway, to clean yourself and put on clean panties, but still did it. Then, after, you snuck your head inside his room to see if he had woken up. To the sight of his still sleeping figure, those pouty lips looking red from use, you rushed for your life out of his apartment.

On the way back home in the taxi you had been quiet, regretting your decision and reaffirming in it, over and over. Internally, somewhere, you wanted to stay and see him wake up,  take a coffee with him even. That was the main reason to tell yourself you had taken the right decision by leaving like a white glove thief, unnoticed. That was something you couldn't allow yourself to get into, involved, in something more than casual sex.

You didn't admit it to yourself then but it was because of Jungkook. Almost eighteen months ago and the rationale of you couldn’t get past an abandonment trust issue. Jungkook coming into your life right after an encounter with your own feelings; simply seemed like a bad joke from destiny to you.

Another sigh from Jimin gave Hoseok the cue to stop talking and make his friend spill out whatever was troubling his mind. That stirring of the kimchi, instead of devouring like he would normally do, had him worried something bad could be going on. “What’s with all that sighing, Jimin-ah? Are you ok, brother?”

“I just can’t get her out of my mind… She was so…” he touched his lips and shifted on the chair, trying to find a way to define what he was feeling. “I can’t even explain.”

“Was it that good?”

“It was… I have no words,” replied Jimin breathlessly.

“You think… She might be-?” asked Hobi, this time more serious. He knew his friend enough to know he wouldn’t really have problems describing what he felt if it wasn’t something new.

“She left, without leaving her phone or any way I could contact her,” groaned Jimin, putting his head back on the chair, looking at the ceiling. The idea Hoseok suggested made him change his expression. He’d always believed in love at first sight, the nature call, things coming at the right time by themselves and his friend knew that well. The emotions he had been feeling suggested it, now that he could put a reason to it all. But how was he supposed to see you again?

“If she is, Jimin. I think you’ll see her again,” suggested Hobi, drinking from his rose wine looking at the city view, as if he could read his mind and was sure of that statement. Jimin cheered to that in silence and drank his glass in one go.

The idea still didn’t give him peace of mind. What if he had ruined it?

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Copyright & Fanfics

Fanfic authors have copyright on their work and it is protected by law, like any artwork. It stems from moral copyright, which people who enjoy stealing plot ideas, gifs or fanarts confuse with economic copyright.

So from the outset:

moral copyright protects the author's indefinite and indissoluble bond with the work. It results from the creator's emotional and intellectual involvement in the creation of the piece. This bond cannot be extinguished. It cannot be transferred or waived.

The rights cover the author's contribution to the work, what he gave of himself − the things he independently invented and the way he described them − in other words, all the things that don't make up the canon, are not source material or are not obvious (you can't say that someone independently invented that the characters breathe, have sex, the way it happens, because it's related to the culture we live in and the predetermined rules).

What fanfic or fanart authors don't have the right to do is to profit financially from their work unless they get permission from the creator of the source material − HBO, for example. Some people risk a lot by doing this and in cases where someone does it on a large scale it can end up in a lawsuit.

However, creating fan content for free is not only not illegal, it is actually covered by (moral) copyright.

Some people clearly have a problem separating what can be 'stolen' and what can't, so let's get more specific.

[ what is not subject to copyright ]

− tropes

Let's not kid ourselves − often old tropes are used in new fandoms within other characters. A trope is just a template that dictates the time period and subject matter, however, there are so many ways to resolve it that an infinite number of dissimilar works can be created.

− the use of canon and source material

We cannot have someone steal from us something that is not ours. If certain dialogues or scenes have been used in a TV series, a book or, for example, explained by actors in interviews, it is not ours, it is just generally accepted knowledge that anyone can use.

− things attributed to everyone's life

People eat breakfast and dinner, take baths, text, communicate through computers, take public transport or cars. These are normal things, and the mere fact that a character in someone's story 'drove a car' or 'ate breakfast' is no discovery or plagiarism.

[ what constitutes plagiarism ]

− copying someone else's style of expression

Anyone who writes knows that authors create their own distinctive style quite quickly, use their favourite words, combine them in their own specific way. They structure dialogue differently, divide paragraphs differently, narrate characters' minds differently. If someone wants to write a particular lead as we do, it's easy to spot what I'll deal with in the next section.

− copying plot solutions, dialogues, characters' thoughts with only slight modification

By this I mean those solutions that are invented by us. For example, in my story where Aemond is the Young Pope, my authorial solution is not that the action takes place in the Vatican or that my heroine has to kiss his hand like every pope.

My authorial solutions are that they have breakfast together in the garden, their conversation on the roof, his interview, what my heroine helps him with and why, his story, the fact that he compares my heroine to Bernini's sculptures, all their dialogues, intimate scenes and other side characters that I invented for the plot.

If someone writing their story used the things I mentioned in the previous paragraph it wouldn't be inspiration, it would be plagiarism − I spent hours making it up, and what? Someone would think it was good material and rework it for themselves?

What does not fall under "plagiarism" in this story − all the references to the source material, i.e. The Young Pope − the fact that the protagonist smokes, that his mother is a nun, that the action takes place in the Vatican, that he wants to bring about a revolution, that he exercises physically and walks around in a white tracksuit.

− the sequence of events not following from the canon, i.e. the so-called storyline

I don't mean that the characters meet and have sex, because let's agree that's the general sense of smut fanfic. It's about how it happens − where and why the characters meet, what happens to them next, their conversations, dilemmas and so on.

The fact that my male character from The Man in the Black Mask is actually a completely different person that everyone thought, what happens to the protagonist's mother and herself, what happens afterwards to her and her father, Aemond's backstory − it was all a product of my imagination. If someone wanted to write a new sworn protector Aemond and used my plot solutions leading to similiar results, it would be plagiarism.

− dialogues and creating tension in intimate scenes

We can all agree that when it comes to smut and sex scenes, we all go in circles because the number of ways it can be done is very limited, so I would be very careful with accusations in these areas. However, still, what an author can do, and what makes these stories so popular, is to create tension through full dialogue and gestures − and copying these can already be something clearly proven.

to sum up

One or two paragraphs like ours for an entire story may be a bit of an exaggerated accusation, unless of course they are copied word for word. We have to follow logic. Sometimes it's better to ask an outsider who doesn't write:

Hey, do you think these two paragraphs are similar?

We, as people accustomed to and connected with our works, can find "references" to our work very quickly, but it may turn out that a person from the side will make us realize that the similarity to the essence is distant and comes down only to the fact that the scene takes place, e.g. in the car and the hero is sad, but that's it.

Sometimes it is better to think carefully before we want to be "inspired" by someone and before we "accuse" someone of this "inspiration". It is worth taking screenshots and comparing the two works if we feel that someone may have been inspired too much.

If we find this to be the case, such common areas should be highlighted and preferably a screenshot should be sent to the author with a request for clarification, retaining all evidence beforehand, of course.

Remember that everyone has the right to explain themselves.

However, if we do not receive a reply and we see such a person publishing further, it is worth to write publicly about our observations and simply warning that this person may be copying other people's work (unless the quotations, dialogue and sentences are almost identical, in which case the word "certainly" is needed).

I generally caution authors against using the word "inspiration" and looking for such in fandom. Look for them in literary classics, where no one will accuse you of plagiarism.

Personally, I read the stories of only 2-4 people, my closest friends, whose works I adore, but also thanks to the limitation of their number, I know what they write about, what their plots looks like and that I will not be "inspired" by them in any way, even involuntarily − apart from improving my language, which is always a good thing.

SLEEPOVER

💕Pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

📝Summary: A little piece of smut of a bigger plot/story.

✏️Genre/au: Smut, Canon, In the soop

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 1520

⚠️chapter warnings: explicit smut

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As the night meets an end the girls say their goodnights before retiring to their bedrooms on the assigned side of the house but the guys stay just a few minutes longer before doing the same in theirs. They tease Jungkook, who blushes and adopts a deer-like attitude towards them all the way until they leave, then sprawls on the couch with a sigh and lets his head fall backward. 

You still can’t believe how you lost that game and ended up having to take one of the sofas as your residence for the rest of the filming, but what is even more surprising, and totally out of character for him, is Jungkook losing too: it isn't easy to believe. 

"Kookie, move, I wanna put this on the floor." He tilts his head to look at you pulling the other sofa's grey cushions and placing them on the floor like a bed. He immediately copies, having the sofa he was in just a moment before as a headboard for both improvised beds.

"Looks better this way," he says as he picks a bedding from under the TV furniture and passes you a set and since you already have your pyjamas on from the late night game, you only lay down to go to sleep. 

After a few minutes of lying there with only the moonlight illuminating the room, and having heard the cameras go off with a common bleep, you pull the pillow closer to your neck while lying on your side, opening your eyes, unable to sleep. Jungkook shifts too, facing you, eyes set on your demeanour in absolute silence while yours drift to his throat and the way the muscles of his chest press against the fabric of his shirt and your breath falters. 

"Ami…" he says in a low octave that sets your fluff on end and immediately has you rolling on your back. You tilt your head again to look at his serious expression, his breath slightly accelerated, showing his intentions in the way his stare is almost predatory, completely opposing the attitude he had before the red LEDs went off. 

In response, you pull up the blanket and look at the ceiling while spreading your legs slowly. He takes no time at all to accept the invitation, crawling to your side and sliding his legs between yours inside the deep grey textile and leans half his body over yours. He holds his upper weight on his forearms and although his black sweatpants have been hiding his commando situation, when he sways on them a little bit to get a comfortable position, the free shaft pressing against your core gives you the hint and it makes your skin crawl in anticipation. 

“Are you comfortable?” he wonders aloud pressing his forehead against yours and you mutter a yes, in love with how his breath caresses the bare skin of your face. 

You want him to move: you want him to discover you are also not wearing anything underneath the really oversized black T-shirt and the purple striped pyjama shorts. But he just stays there, letting his upper body lean carefully over yours in a hug that makes your heart swell and your whole body memorise the sensation of his big frame against it. 

Leaning backwards to let you breathe, he looks at you warmly and rubs his nose against yours while his tattooed hand slides down, resting his weight completely on the opposite elbow. His fingers taunt the edge of your tee and slide up inside of it at the same time his lips fall over yours inviting you calmly and softly. His eyes bulge when his digits edge to your breasts, where the fabric and metallic piece of your bra should be but only finds the soft skin under them. He lets out a low grunt pressing his lips against yours and squinting his eyes the moment he grinds against you after putting his hand over your breast. The way you gasp, opening your mouth, becomes his chance to deepen the kiss and his lovely lips make yours tuck to the same pace he grasps one; giving you a second to breathe the moment his hand shifts to the other.

The kiss intensifies further, with the intrusion of his tongue against your palate pulling you impossibly close when his hand goes down to grab your ass underneath your shorts and realises the lack of fabric there too. The dry thrusting that follows has both of you moaning low against each other’s mouths. Your whole being responds so wildly to him that the moment he tugs your lower lip, and his hips press against your nub again, your slick dampens the thin layer.

"Fuck…" Jungkook whispers, still holding you between his teeth. "I'm sorry…" he apologises, confusing you. 

In one quick set of movements, he pulls down his waistband to free himself and pulls the striped and wet middle of your shorts, immediately pushing himself in. Desperation and need, playing both sides, when he pushes himself in fully and you are able to take it although there’s a sharp sting coming from the pressure of your walls against his thickness. 

He contains with his lips, the cry that rips through you due to his sudden action, his own breath failing as he squishes his lids together. The way he moves next and keeps on mouthing you, speaks for the fact he’s been wanting you and getting riled up by your games, for a long time. 

He moves energetically holding you in place by the waist with his Army hand and, although the other forearm keeps holding his weight, from the sternum down all of his body is against yours. You doubt you’ll ever be able to forget the sensation it provokes, making you feel a part of his whole, completely and deliciously connected. 

The increasing pace becomes so relentless you want to scream but the fear of anyone in the house making their way back to the living room keeps your throat in hurtful contention. Your hips accompany his pace, one of your hands over a buttcheek while the other stays tangled in his hair. Muffled moans resound at the back of your nose as your only escape route; his grunts, almost growls, also lowered to the minimum. 

His hips suddenly describe a new angle and it sounds on you as he hits the spot, making him pull his reddish lips away from yours for a second to ask you to be quiet and then covers your mouth with his multi-skill hand to keep going with the pace, mercilessly. 

Just a few, very calculated pushes later, the orgasm rips through, making tears run down the sides of your eyes and as he keeps thrusting through your height. It’s then you both hear one of the doors at the first-floor slide and like a spring he pulls out and stands, leading you outside in a rush to hide behind a porch pillar at the side of the sliding window, out of sight. 

You first are taken aback by it, thinking of how much easier it would have been to just move inside your respective bed’s blankets. But then, with his hand still in your mouth to keep you silent, he pushes your chest against the pillar and helping himself with the free hand, he guides himself inside of you. 

His head burying on the crook of your neck as he grunts lowly only adds to the excitement of being discovered, which starts to build a second orgasm. The rush of his pace the moment you hear Taehyung whisper Jungkook’s name calling for him and then see light illuminating from the window, makes you cum at the exact moment he drowns his grunts against your skin. At the same moment, you hear Taehyung's strong steps against the wooden floor approaching the window. 

Putting your clothes together the same moment Taehyung steps out and says his name a little bit louder; Jungkook turns you, winks at you and puts a finger over his lips. “Boo!” he says loud enough to startle Taehyung, stepping out from behind the pillar and you poke your head with a mischievous smile. 

“Oh my god! Guys you scared me!” says the affected one aiming to pinch Jungkook’s nipples, making him giggle. “I heard sounds from the living room and I see I wasn’t mistaken… You guys are playing games without me.” He pouts and frowns, feigning to be offended. 

“It was a one-on-one game, Taehyung,” Jungkook replies looking at you with his rabbit smile but mischievous eyes. “But we can play something all together now if you can’t sleep,” he suggests, looking at his hyung. 

“We could stargaze.” Taehyung speaks enthusiastically, letting out air with a long ‘ah’. “The night is chill but the sky is so bright,” he says, giving you both a boxy smile that shines just as much and you both nod, endeared by his pure attitude. 

Then while Tehyung leads the way to the sunbeds, Jungkook rubs your hand and kisses you on the head before walking next to him.  

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💕Pairings: Female reader X Daechwita! King AgustD-1 // Female reader X Daechwita! AgustD-2

📝Summary: When the sound of Daechwita vibrates in the internal battle between the royal family twins. A king and a lover. Lust, Love and Betrayal are on rampage. You need to make a choice- Love or saving the trust. And your choices will have consequences...

✏️Genre: angst and fluff 

✏️Rating: PG-18

📝Word count: 3493

⚠️Warnings: Mentions of sex, violence, cheating/affairs

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The hot breeze makes its way through again as you fan yourself, and you take a shallow breath, already done with the weather. Although the shade of the trees next to the lake protects you from the sun's merciless rays, the heat is in the air like a furnace. Inside the palace's walls, the rooms are more chill and there's barely anyone outside who knows any better but you find yourself coming here every day, today too, regardless of the temperature, looking at the water's reflection mirage. The same your memories have seemed to turn into.

One of your ladies-in-waiting comes over with a servant to take the task, apologetically, having missed your leave, now that you can roam around almost freely. She's genuine, new, but growing fond of you by the day. The other ladies, full grown women, and some already married, seem to find her endearing, although they scold her into learning the manners of her status. You know the oldest, the prime minister's wife, has to have sent her after you when she went to the sewing room without you.

A little scrunch marks your nose as you give her a naughty expression and she looks at you with her doe eyes. She definitely takes after her brother and you can't avoid smiling at the thought. Far too early to tell but you are sure she'll have lots of suitors when she comes of age. Boys already look at her, taken by her beauty.

Unable to stand the heat any longer, despite the servant's efforts to make wind around you, you stand, startling the youngster slightly. The image of the water had her captivated as much as it did you; just for very different reasons.

You motherly caress your slightly swollen tummy over the white and red hanbok again, uneasy now that you are on your feet. But it's starting to become a common thing as the days go by. This pregnancy feels different, you feel like your belly has started to swell too early. Everything feels odd around it but you can't really place why.

The walk back to the centre of the palace is quiet, as servants surround you to cover your head with an umbrella and fan you from different directions. You enter the rectangular patio leading to the throne room and walk inside as the guards on sight open the door for you.

Yoonsuk raises his eyes from the scripts and stands at your sight, your two boys run to you from their place next to him where they are being taught some of their ancestor's history by their tutor. Although you know they are smart, Yoonguk, who is only three, is probably not learning much in this class. However, Yoonhyung, at the age of six is already able to write in Hangul the simplicity of thoughts he can have at his age. You are proud of them, such good and well-behaved kids deserve it.

"How is the little one behaving?" Yoonsuk wonders, approaching as you do, leaving your ladies at the other side of the open door, as they to the kong. "Ladies, you may retire, thank you. Kim Namjoon-nim, you shall continue the lessons in the library. The Queen and I have matters to attend." he orders as you stand from hugging your sons and the tutor politely bows to the both of you before leaving with the two beautiful boys. The guards close the door and you hear the metallic sound of their spears as they get in front of it.

The King hugs you from behind, breathing on your neck. "I've been sweating a little bit, dear husband. You may not wish to do that," you warn him, caressing his hands over your stomach.

"Nonsense," he says, kissing at the crook of your neck, leaving a soft bite that makes you turn around. "Guards! Make sure we are not disturbed!" he orders before pushing you by the same shoulder down; a nonverbal order you know way too well now. He seems to get off on the fact that you do it in this room, somehow. You reach into his pants to free his shaft, stroking him when it springs out. "I don't fancy you doing that now, get on your back," he says, grabbing your wrist and not letting it go as he gets on his knees, kissing you as you obey.

His hand sneaks under the hem of your skirt until he places it over your stomach, able to see the little swelling on your belly. He caresses the area that he can only watch with pride. "This is the last time I'll ask you to do this here. It has been fun but I owe you the comfort of our bed now that you carry for me again," he says as he lowers the fabric creating a cushioned form covering your stomach before his thumb circles on your bud. "You've been so obedient these last couple of months … Being my beloved wife, my queen… my lover… my concubine… So obedient, yes." The rubbing is the only one to blame for the way you start to get wet since the words only imply his ratification of his ownership over you. "My love," he whispers as he leans over, fingers working into sliding slowly into your depths.

You remembered that was exactly how you conceived the new crown prince or princess. Just like this, he leaned with his body over yours pulling out his fingers and pushing himself slowly in, as he had the habit of. It was never a warranty of him being soft or gentle, just that he didn't want to hurt you.

When he slid in, you wrapped your legs around his waist raising your hips as he thrust in you carefully, you felt his weight and warmth. That time he leaned over your body completely, now he’s careful and uses his elbows to make sure he doesn’t crush you. He feels good inside of you and although you had been stepping away from him emotionally before your affair was broken, now you feel even more conflicted than before.

He ignored you for the length of seven weeks, or mostly so since he would still sit down to eat with you. The bedroom was your prison, feeling the coldness of the bedsheets as he wouldn’t even step foot inside the four walls.

He spoke to you in short sentences and didn’t share any information with you as he used to. You felt for the first time, despite how he had been so sexually inactive months before, how it must have felt to be in an arranged marriage in which your husband didn’t want you. Missing the comfort of Yoongi’s words and love, drove you insane. You had never felt so lonely, even with the company of your ladies.

After that period, when the doctor corroborated that there was no pregnancy since you had bled twice. He had shooed your ladies out of the room, he had ripped your clothes and fed with your body his lust.

He made you moan and cry in all the ways he had learnt to love you for the previous seven years. All, while muttering all the changes that would be made in your lives to sort whatever had been breaking your marriage in the first place. Followed by a death threat on any chance you could take to have a lover again, right after he had spurted his seed inside of you, with the first lights of the sun turning the sky purple.

Since then, and without chances to know if Yoongi was alright or even breathing, you adapted and assumed your destiny. Yoonsuk is right, you are the perfect wife, even if you miss Yoongi. Even on the nights, you don’t share a bed with your husband, you cry in silence for the sorrow of losing him.

“Your Majesty!” shouts one of the servants at the other side of the door when Yoonsuk tries to angle better and starts hitting your sweet spot, making you moan against his collarbone, at the same time eliciting a grunt from him.

“How do you dare to disturb me!” growls Yoonsuk, before rising on his thighs and putting your knees against his chest, closing your legs and angling in a way that makes you have to muffle your sounds with your sleeve.

“Your Majesty, it’s important!” says the servant with a cracked voice.

“Speak!” Yoonsuk growls as you get closer to your orgasm. He forgets your knees raising you by the hips, still thrusting, raising your lower back from the floor.

“Your Majesty. There’s a group of bandits making their way down to the capital… But… But they-” the servant doubts to speak.

“They- what?” he growls once more giving the last thrust that sends you over the edge with the muffled sound of a scream against his palm.

“They are raising a rebellion, Your Majesty…” the man says and you can hear the tremble of his voice through the sense of your own body shattering, making it stop suddenly.

You feel Yoonsuk start to soften while he clenches his jaw, eyes locked on the door. He lets you down carefully and arranges your skirt before putting his wet member back inside his slacks. He stands and helps you up gently before holding you in a hug, kissing your forehead and you surround his well-formed abdomen with your arms.

"Tell the councillors to come here. We'll discuss this," orders Yoonsuk. "Take a seat with me, my queen," he offers, pointing with his hand to his throne where there's another one slightly lower for you.

You walk your way to it while correcting your hanbok, and as you sit down you feel your own drip staining the inner layer of it. Which makes you shift in your seat a second enough for Yoonsuk to guess why and smirk at you as he sits too.

“I’m not done-” he says facing the other extreme of the room but side eyeing you.

“I know. After this, in my room?” you question, tilting your head his way, but then he tilts his to look at you.

“My room. Tonight,” he says and you suddenly feel a weight lift from your chest, although you hadn’t realised it was there at all.

Being truthful to yourself and stopping to excuse his behaviour, he’s been truly using you when it comes to that matter. He has been taking you anywhere, any time, for the last three months, like a haunt does a bitch and you have let him. Yoonsuk is a generous lover and sleeping with him isn't a sacrifice, but the humiliation of being treated like that has probably been something you’ve taken for the sake of repaying for his damaged pride. Maybe because you know the consequences of your transgressions, your betrayal, should have ended with your two sons being motherless. Instead, your husband whom everyone, including you, thought crazy; gave you a second chance and has used your body to show you where you belong; at his side, like it always was. You feel like even if your inner self has wanted to tell him otherwise at the beginning, your acceptance has made things easier for everyone.

Those two sentences, what he’s said right before taking you on the floor of the room that represents his power, means he’s finally moved past your punishment and you two are one again. The image of Yoongi looking at you with his smile hits you for a moment and you have to push him away once more, not without your feelings betraying you in the form of a tear falling over your left cheek.

“Does that make you happy?” wonders Yoonsuk, tilting his head to look at you again as the guards open the door and you dry off the tear.

“Thank you,” you whisper and you feel the bile rise in your throat, from your lie. You don’t feel thankful, that's not it. Internally, you still wish you could get out and find your way back to Yoongi but there’s simply nothing you can do to change your circumstances. You see he’s raised his eyebrows in surprise and presents you a gummy smile, a second after, when you look at him from your position. Something in his smile makes your stomach bubble and you feel the butterflies of the love you thought lost.

Maybe you should really, truly, accept that this is your life now. That you can still love the man you used to, even if he’s a monster. What else is there for you to do?

When the ministers and counsellors take their places, some look at you, though just a second. You know it's a second guess to having seen you as they entered, probably surprised.

Your affair was shut down to anyone who had knowledge of what was going on that night. The fear of the king is bigger than their need to gossip. But the lack of your presence in the throne chambers and the lack of either of you visiting your sleeping ones soon raised discomfort.

What in the past was looked forward to; the king losing interest in you (in order to gain favour through their daughters becoming the king's concubines), was now feared.

Taehyung, the prime minister and long-time friend, had openly asked his wife about the matter. She dared then to translate the discomfort everyone who was highborn had with the events, but you were unable to answer. Feeling shame for the first time.

However, the king waited, not taking anyone publicly to his bed. The idea he could mortified you so much, that you dared to speak it out loud during one dinner, where you ate alone.

Aware of your appetite's lack of appearance while the matter rounded your head, the king spoke: "Is that all you are going to eat?" his eyes were on you like daggers. Four weeks into his distancing could mean this was the first sign of you carrying what he was sure would be his brother’s child, not his. Although he had slept with you too. "Not feeling your appetite I see," he mentioned taking a sip of his drink, "feeling nauseous maybe?" The vile raised in his throat as much as it did in yours.

"I have things on my mind. That is all," you said, not daring to keep your eyes on him longer than to acknowledge what he was starting at.

"And what is that then?" he questioned, placing the cup over the table with a clang. If he thought you were missing or even thinking about Yoongi his blood would boil immediately.

You dared to stare at him longer, after watching the motion and he raised an eyebrow, "what do you care?" you hissed. The solitude was finally weighing on you and your well-hidden resentment towards your husband decided to show.

"What do I care?" he chuckled humourlessly. "What about my wife, the mother of my children, who I have loved dearly, yet decided to betray me but still has her head? What about that?" he pointed, slamming his palm over the table, standing.

"How fair is that when you can go around court sleeping, unpunished, with everyone's daughters or wives?" you muttered, vile in your words. "And I, just the wife, have to look away."

His eyes were bulged and his lips parted too, then his face composed as he gripped one edge of the table. His eyes showed lust. "Is that jealousy?" he asked with what seemed like a purr, you got flustered. "So it is true. You did it because..." his eyes bulged again, "you thought I was sleeping with another," he instinctively surrounded the table when you looked away. There was a partial truth to it, just as you confesed the night you got caught, though you don't know if it was just what gave you the courage. Would you have done that if you never suspected him? Or was it truly because he was making you grow distant in the heart through his actions? Or both? He kneeled next to you and grabbed your chin for you to look at him. "As I already told you, I never did. Not once." His face was the one of the man you bowed to spend your eternity with, sincere but also hurt, staring at you, the woman he loved and a tear rolled down to soon be followed.

His lips were on yours, forgiving, loving, intense, and soon your back was against the cushions you were sitting in. He was feeling you against his body differently, unguided by lust but tenderness, yet you could feel him hard against your thigh.

Soon the kiss escalated and he was breathlessly trying to remove his clothes and yours, unorganised, a knot from you, then his, a naked shoulder, a raised layer of your skirt, then he seemed to look at the moon through the window and think, stopping abruptly. He then separated from you and put everything in your clothes back into place, doing the same with his before going back to his seat to eat in silence. Leaving you completely stunned. You didn't, however, dare to ask why and somewhere between hurt and horny, you stood to leave the room. He didn't say a thing or looked at you.

He kept even more distance after that and with that prospect, you were sure he would never take you back as his wife. That you had even given him the idea of taking concubines to hurt you, which froze any hopes you had to have at least some sort of comfort at his side.

Then a second period came and the doctor discreetly notified you and him that would ensure there wasn’t a baby to be expected. Yoonsuk nodded and dismissed him.

He then grabbed your head softly and planted a kiss on your forehead, "Thank the goods," he whispered and then walked out of the room. In the days following, you caught him staring at you constantly when you shared the same rooms or came across at the patios. So did the whole court, like the prime minister confided in his wife.

After that week, in the afternoon, before the sunset, your husband, the king, walked his way to your rooms with his servants at his talons. With everyone at court that day seeing it. Then you got to know and understand the truth.

He placed a hand over your belly in his bliss and pronounced, "I'm sure my seeds will flourish soon," with a smile as he looked at the moon again, almost full, and you could only stare at him. "It has worked twice," he added, kissing your forehead. Your eyes bulged as he looked at you from above. "If I had slept with you the other day, a month ago… I wouldn't have trusted anything growing in you," he muttered, sincerely.

Your new baby was indeed conceived in that moment although you hoped it didn’t. Not after the things he had muttered between growls.

"I'll kill any man who dares be less than two feet away from you."

The voices around you seem to quite abruptly and your husband's hand on your arm sends you back to reality. You realise everyone is looking at you, and meet his eyes.

"Are you feeling unwell?" he asks, worried in his tone.

"Uh? Oh, no, no, I'm all right. What were you asking?" you respond, having overheard the punishment for following the bandits should be thirty whips at the centre of the traitor's town, to make an example.

"I asked if you needed anything?" He keeps his tone low, only for you to hear and the others keep their respectful silence. "The prime minister eloquently pointed out that you look affected by the heat. Do you need something to drink or eat?"

"Just a fan and some water." he gestured for one of the servants waiting against one of the columns to approach and gave the order.

"Let's continue."

"If I may," asked Chancellor Jung Hoseok. The King nodded for him to speak. "I know maybe now won't be the best time but reducing the taxes and making things a little less tight has always worked to keep the people content and loyal… Maybe we can prom-"

"Your Majesty," interrupted the chancellor's words as Captain Kim Seokjin rushed into the room and bowed humbly.

"What is it, Seokjin-ssi?" Yoonsuk speaks with more patience than he shows to any of the others.

"I have news of who is leading the rebellion." You can automatically tell Seokjin doesn't want to say it, that it's going to anger the king.

"Go on."

"It's the traitor, Min Yoongi, Your Majesty," Seokjin says, looking at the floor instead of the monarch, probably as scared as anyone else.

The whole room gasps, including you, and you can feel the eyes of your sovereign on you.

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