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I really read this to wake myself up? 😂

Anyway, 🥵🔥 (I would love to see some shots of fluff next....or it can just be smut😉)

seven tattoos later | jjk

🐰pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x tattooartist!reader

🐰genre: fluff, smut

🐰summary: if the hottest fuck boy in town made it a point to visit your little tattoo studio every week, how many tattoos would it take to make you fall in love with him?

🐰word count: 3.3k

🐰warnings: unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism, sex on the couch, doggy, hes big and rough, lip tattoos, hickeys, lil bit of drinking, hes so annoying in this im so sorry

As you close up for the night, you look out the window and count at least four couples out for a dog walk. It’s past eight, but still warm and bright out. It’s like the sun never stops shining. Summer sucks like that.

Maybe you’d appreciate the sun a little more if you had a puppy to walk or at least a handsome guy friend to drag you outside so you aren’t just rotting away in your empty tattoo studio on a Friday night. Everyone’s apparently on vacation or getting married in Hawaii or something, so work’s been exceptionally slow this week. Fuck summer.

It’s lonely.

You might even miss Jeon Jungkook, the last person you ever expected to get along with. The first time he walked into your studio, he didn’t waste any time in hitting on you and making it painfully obvious. You were convinced he only walked in and got a tattoo that day because he thought you’d be an easy lay. 

That was around two months ago.

“What do you think would look good on me?” he’d asked while scrolling through your portfolio. You knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted you to take in his good looks, imagine the carved out physique beneath that leather jacket. That’s what guys like him do. And he was far from the first male client to ask you that. He wasn't special.

“I don’t know, maybe like a bunny or a duckling?” You just said the first things that came to mind—your two favorite animals. You didn’t give a flying fuck about what design would actually look good on someone you’d just met. Your icy heart definitely doesn’t warm up to people that quickly no matter how hot they are.

“Bunnies are cute,” he said without hesitation. You swear he was staring right at the dainty bunny tattoo on your collarbone. Then he tapped the top of his left hand, the one without all the other tattoos. “I’ll take one right here.” 

At the time, you didn’t think he was serious. (He was serious.)

“So, for touch-ups and stuff, it’d probably be good if I had your number, yeah?” he asked, leaning against the counter and admiring the final product on his hand. Him and his cocky ass smile. It’s annoying how hot he is. Unfair, too.

After inputting your number into his phone, you needed to make one thing very clear: “Send me a dick pic and I’ll tattoo all of your exes’ names on your forehead.”

“I promise no dick pics,” he chuckled. He must’ve taken your threat as a cute little joke. “But I would like to take you out sometime.”

For a moment, you just stared at his handsome face. Everything about him was bright and shiny. His pretty eyes, the art wrapped around his arm, that confident smile. The sun had nothing on him.

But the thing is, you knew better than to trust guys like him. They’re always saying shit they don’t mean. And you were tired of being let down by those empty words.

What would make Jeon Jungkook any different from the fuck boys who’ve burned you in the past?

You didn’t know enough about him to answer that question, but you also weren’t willing to get to know him.

It was for the best.

So after you politely declined the invitation, the boy nodded, waved farewell, and jogged out the door. At least he was decent enough to accept his fate and move right along. (He wasn’t.)

Just when you thought you’d gotten rid of him, he spun around. “See you next week for the touch-up, Y/N.”

He was still smiling like an idiot. You didn’t understand why.

“You’re not gonna need a touch-up in a week,” you shouted back as he dashed off. Fast little fucker. You doubt he heard you, but it didn’t really matter. With all those other tattoos, he already knew how touch-ups worked.

Besides, what were the odds of him showing his pretty face again after rejection? Every other client you turned down never came back. Not even for a touch-up.

You didn’t believe for a second Jeon Jungkook would be back.

A week later, he proved you wrong and waltzed right back in like you never rejected his ass. Of course he did. The week after that, he had three of your designs etched into his hand. And he just kept coming back for more, week after week.

Somewhere along the way, you learned he’s a wedding photographer, an artist like you. He’s shown you his photos a few times even after you specifically said you hate weddings. The photos were gorgeous, though. As much as weddings make you want to gag, the sweet moments he captured had the reverse effect. Somehow, you were envious of what those couples had.

You’ve also overcome the impossible task of learning to tolerate his dumb humor. It’s probably because his laugh and smile are so contagious. He won’t stop running his mouth until he sees you smile either, especially when you’re having a bad day. Your cheeks hurt whenever he’s with you.

Fast forward two months and he now has a total of seven of your tattoos. It feels weird not seeing him this week, not breathing in his woodsy cologne, not leaving your mark on his perfect skin. But you suppose that’s just what happens when the guy who’s been annoying the shit out of you suddenly goes to Hawaii. The withdrawal symptoms are kicking in. 

Your world is a whole lot quieter. It’s peaceful for once. And yet, you miss that chaotic idiot. 

Fuck summer. Fuck people who get married in Hawaii.

Your phone buzzes just as you finish cleaning up. Hopefully it’s someone who wants to book an appointment. (It’s not.)

When you read “jungcock,” you roll your eyes with the faintest smile—the perfect example of your clashing feelings for the boy.

jungcock🥴 [8:24PM] “Got time for me tonight?🫦”

Y/N🐰 [8:24PM] “arent you supposed to be in hawaii rn?”

Y/N🐰 [8:24PM] “and dont use that emoji ever again”

jungcock🥴 [8:25PM] “I’d never choose Hawaii over you😌”

jungcock🥴 [8:25PM] “(They called off the wedding)”

jungcock🥴 [8:25PM] “🫦”

[8:25PM] [jungcock🥴 is now blocked]

[8:31PM] [You’ve unblocked jungcock🥴]

jungcock🥴 [8:31PM] “Is that a yes?”

Y/N🐰 [8:31PM] “i hate you a lot”

jungcock🥴 [8:32PM] “Hear me out”

jungcock🥴 [8:32PM] “What if😳👉👈 I brought snacks?”

Y/N🐰 [8:34PM] “fine”

You groan and shove your phone back into your pocket. Sometimes you wonder how you let this dork finesse his way into your life. Where did you go wrong?

Jungkook arrives at your studio ten minutes later with your favorite peace offerings—soju and pancakes. Ah yes, this is how he finessed his way to the top.

“Ooh snacks,” you hum as if you didn’t believe in his ability to pick something up on the way over. “What kind of pancakes did you get?”

“Your favorite, obviously,” he nods, handing you the warm box and a fork. There’s something about the way he crosses his arms, as though he’s just waiting to catch your reaction when you open it. Why does he look so fucking proud of himself?

“I never told you my favorite pancakes.” You raise a brow. The only thing you told him was your favorite pancake place. But they have like a million different options, ranging from classic (blueberry and chocolate chip) to fancy (tiramisu and that edible gold stuff). There’s no way he can magically guess your favorite pancake.

“Just open it.” He gives you his idea of a “playful shove” on the shoulders, which would’ve knocked you over with the pancakes if he hadn’t grabbed a hold of your wrist. He was definitely that annoying kid on the playground who chased around all the girls he had a crush on.

You mumble on about him being too rough as you open the box. To your surprise, it’s strawberries and whipped cream drenched in red syrup on top of a fat stack of pancakes—aka your favorite pancakes.

You look up from the mountain of strawberries and tilt your head at the boy like a confused puppy.

“I asked the waitress with the purple hair what you normally order,” he explains.

“Okay, but she doesn’t know me by name. How’d you describe me to her?”

He takes a few steps closer until you get a whiff of that woodsy cologne you missed so much. You feel the tips of his fingers trace along your collarbone. He’s not so rough anymore. In fact, the warm caress just barely grazes your skin, as if to tease your body. You’ve always lowkey looked forward to that tiny bit of warmth while working on his tattoos. Maybe he’s always been aware.

“I called you a cutie with a bunny tattoo.” His nose scrunches when he smiles this time, giving your skin one last poke. “She knew it was you when I showed her the one on my hand.”

Of course Jeon Jungkook walked into your favorite pancake place pretending to be your boyfriend. Of course he did something as embarrassing as showing off what appears to be matching tattoos. All for the sake of bringing you your favorite pancakes on an otherwise shitty summer night.

“Now she’ll think we have matching tattoos,” you say softly, shoving his chest. “How am I supposed to show my face in there ever again?”

“Hey, I don’t have a problem with the whole matching tattoos thing.” He puts his hands up to protect his chest from your wrath in case you’re feeling feisty. “I’ll just pick it up for you again.”

You’re not feeling feisty, so you give the boy a thumbs-up and bring him over to the couch in the back corner of the studio where you usually eat or take naps.

At long last, you stab a piece of pancake and strawberry and coat it in whipped cream before shoving it into your mouth. It’s delicious. “Is it mean if I say I’m glad the Hawaii wedding was canceled?”

“Because you’d be lonely without me here?” he teases.

“No, it’s because you bought me free pancakes, you simp,” you grin, handing off the fork to the simp so he too can get a taste of heaven. He passes you the soju in return even though you’re already feeling a little giggly.

“It’s not free,” he denies. “I’m supposed to be here for another tattoo, remember?”

After a tiny sip, you set the green bottle aside and grab Jungkook’s hand with both of yours. It looks so silly with all your tattoos surrounding the cute little bunny in the middle. He’s silly for letting you do that to him.

“I don’t think there’s any more room on your hand for another one,” you giggle. “Where am I gonna tattoo you next?”

You wonder how many tattoos he has under his clothes. Maybe he’s already got them all over the place. Then, eventually, his body will run out of space and you won’t be able to tattoo him anymore. That would suck. You kinda like his company.

“What about a lip tattoo?” you chirp, tapping on his lower lip with your index finger. When he doesn’t swat you away, you tug down on his lip ring to check for a hidden tattoo there. Nothing. “I have one.”

“You do?” His eyes immediately fall on your red strawberry lips. You pull down your lower one for him to see tiny black letters that read “bad girl.”

“My ex did it. I was supposed to tattoo ‘bad boy’ on his lip, but he chickened out,” you shrug. “Isn’t that crazy?”

“Wait, I thought you can’t stand matching tattoos?” He’s such a good listener. Boyfriend material.

“I didn’t have anything against them up until that point,” you hum as you play with his wavy hair. The perm is cute on him. “But that’s basically when my perspective changed.”

That’s when you lost faith in men. When you grew to hate the idea of marriage. When you started rejecting every guy who approached you, even if he was half as hot as Jeon Jungkook.

“Well fuck your ex,” he frowns. Yeah, fuck him. No, wait. Your ex isn’t the one you want to fuck right now. “You’ve convinced me. The next tattoo I’m getting is a lip tattoo.”

“Got any design ideas for what you want there?” You climb into his lap, cup his chin with one hand, and play with his lip piercings some more. You’ve never been this up close and personal with Jungkook, but you like it. You can already feel his cock hardening beneath you through your leggings.

“Your lips,” he says without hesitation. Cheesy, but you’ll take any excuse right now to close the gap between you and him.

Just like that, something clicks in your body, and your lips just find their way to his. You’re not sure how much of it is alcohol and how much is your actual feelings for the boy, but it doesn’t really matter. Not when the kiss tastes like strawberry pancakes. It’s perfect.

You throw your arms over his shoulders as he kisses back. He’s already got his hands slipped up the back of your little tank top. 

Your hips start to roll against him.

“Should we close the blinds?” he asks against your lips. “Unless you like an audience.”

You glance at the window. The sun is finally going down, but of course people are still walking their dogs. Maybe they didn’t get the memo that it’s officially fucking hours, not dog walking hours.

Normally, you’d be all for closing the blinds and turning out the lights, but your ass is nice and comfy in his lap and you’d rather not change that. Plus the back of the couch should hide 90% of what’s going on.

You shed your tank top off and toss it onto the coffee table next to the unfinished pancakes. His big eyes flick to your lacy black bralette. 

“Let them watch.” You press your lips into his neck and suck away like a vampire. The hickeys you’re about to leave him with will have to make do as temporary tattoos for now. You’re not gonna have time to tattoo him tonight.

“You sure you want people to see you so desperate and needy like this?” he asks as you wiggle out of your leggings. His hands immediately find your ass and give it a good squeeze.

“I’m not needy,” you whine, your naughty hand feeling how large his cock is through his joggers.

“I think you’re pretty needy, Y/N.” Two fingers slip past your thong and spread the wet lust between your legs. He has the biggest smirk on his face as your body squirms to his touch. You do everything in your power to hold back a gasp. “Do you want me to fuck you that badly?”

Yes, but you’re not going to admit it. Ever.

“No way,” you answer with confidence. He helps you out of his lap and you let him prop you up on your hands and knees so he can get a good look at your ass. “This is just my way of thanking you for the pancakes since we both know you aren’t getting that lip tattoo tonight.”

“The lip tattoo can wait.” You feel your thong drop to the couch where it belongs. Two very strong hands hold you at the waist. “You’re my number one priority tonight.”

As he fills you with his cock, you’re already melting to the heat between your legs. Your weak little arms lose all their strength. You reach for your fluffy white cloud pillow to muffle your moans and let him do all the work from behind.

The tight hold he has on you is a mix of possessiveness and all the sexual tension built up over the past two months. You wonder how many times he thought about bending you over and fucking you silly in the midst of getting a cute little frog tattoo. You’ve seen the way his lustful eyes look at you during his appointments. You’re not that oblivious.

“Nice ass tattoo, by the way.” He pinches the bit of skin with two pink butterflies. You’d always regretted that one because not everyone shares the same appreciation for it, but that tiny love pinch made it all worth it. “You and your cute little tattoos.”

He slides in and out, pounding your deepest spot, and drawing a pathetic whimper from your throat every few seconds. Doesn’t help that he has a finger or two rubbing away at your swollen little clit. That’s when you realize you’ve been missing out on amazing sex for far too long. Seven whole tattoos. That’s how long it took before you gave in.

He’s already rougher now than the playful shove that nearly knocked you over earlier. Good.

This is exactly what you need after such a boring work week.

“What would you be doing now if I were taking wedding pictures in Hawaii?” His voice is getting breathier. He’s working hard out there.

“Gagging at all the romantic shit you’d be sending me.” Even if he weren’t physically there with you, you know he’d still find a way to be annoying. He’d let you know he’s still thinking of you.

“Don’t worry, I won’t make you gag tonight.” You don’t have to turn around to know he’s got that dumb smirk on his face. “Maybe another time. If you’re into that.”

Your response is a soft moan into the pillow. The thought of his cock shoved down your throat isn’t as repulsive as you would’ve thought two months ago. Giving head isn’t usually your thing, but you’re open to trying it with him. You’re glad he can’t see you lick your lips.

He doesn’t slow down either, instead picking up the pace and going harder. Your fingers dig into the pillow, your whole body dripping in pleasure. It feels too good.

“Mm, Jungkook,” you pant like a poor puppy with your ass up in the air. Your little clit can’t take much more of his fingers. You’re so close.

“Thought you couldn’t stand me,” he teases as you tighten around him. He’s so annoying! During sex, too. “And now you’re about to cum for me?”

“Fuck you,” you gasp as the wave of pleasure passes through you. His fingers and cock help you ride out the high. He’s lucky he’s a sweet guy with a strong sex game. Otherwise you wouldn’t have fallen for his annoying ass.

As soon as he pulls out, he flips you onto your back, staring down at you with his cock in hand. A few extra pumps along his length is all he needs to get his release and drizzle your belly with his creamy glaze.

He climbs over you to give you a soft peck on the lips. You’ve been with a lot of fuck boys before, but you can’t remember any of them kissing you once the sex was done and over with.

This boy is different.

He lets you lie there, basking in the afterglow as he searches the studio for a clean towel. When he finally gets ahold of one, he offers a hand to help you sit up and gets you cleaned up.

“All jokes aside, I’m happy you were here tonight,” you say in a tiny voice. “Fuck Hawaii weddings.”

He chuckles in his usual adorkable way. “You should come to a wedding with me sometime—when I’m not working, of course. Maybe you won’t hate them as much as you think.”

You lean in for another kiss. There’s still a hint of pancake on his tongue, but it's even sweeter. “Sure.”

The corners of his lips curve upward in satisfaction. The annoying little shit is about to jump out. You can feel it. (The annoying little shit does not jump out.)

“Now finish your pancakes,” he smiles. For once, it’s not him looking all smug and shit. And it’s really endearing.

Somehow, he just keeps proving you wrong. In a good way.

You look at your favorite pancakes on the table and wave them off. “Nah, I’m good.” Once more, you scoot your ass onto him and press a finger to his lip. “I think I like the taste of you better.”

10th anniversary special : Lost & Found (ot7)

Summary : At the top of a quiet alley, somewhere in the town, an ordinary cafe had its legend. Once the clock ticked at midnight, the place took you to another dimension. 

What you lost always waited to be found.

Inspo. photo : photo1 | photo 2 | photo 3 (pxfuel.com)

Inspo. ambience :   it's 12:04am, let's drive around the city with the radio blasting

Inspo. story : Dream on (TinyTan animation mv) | 5th muster magic shop vcr (sorry, I can’t find the official one🥲)  TW : Angst story

Happy 10th anniversary for BTS and Army

Author POV.

“I’m home.” 

A whisper left Y/n mouth as they unlocked the front door. The place was quiet as always. Ah well, they lived here alone. What could they expect after finishing all the work at their company? A bright room with someone waiting for them to return? 

All they could see was moonlight, a natural light source beaming into their room. The floor reflected some of it, thanked to their effort for waxing it last week. The room was alittle brighter at the edge to the balcony.

23:00 

They had overworked themselves again. It was fortunate enough to buy this room before the other client or it would take another 3 hours to arrive their home. 

Who the hell build the city plan? They wondered. The city wasn’t that big, yet the road system was poorly manage. Building highways and undergrounds where there weren’t necessary resulted delaying hours of travel.

fff...fff...fff...

In their favourtie slipper, they walked to a fridge, searching for food. There was none in their sight, making them sighed in disappointment.

“Let’s take stroll today.”

tick...tack..puck...

The gentle rain made different ambiences here and there. A higher melody when it hit the metals while a lower one came from their umbrella and cement path. 

At this hours, there weren’t many place left open. Y/n could see locked shops mostly along her way. Well, it was their fault to not buy something before heading home. They forgot that here wasn’t a district for a night owl or an all nighter.

Phew...

“Hey.” 

A strong breeze blew into Y/n face, stealing the umbrella out of her hand.

“Ahh...I’m broke right now. I don’t want to buy another one.”

Desperately, Y/n chased their umbrella, running up the hill. As if it was teasing them, the wind blew stronger. The umbrella flew higher and higher. 

Chasing with the eyes on the umbrella, their feets kept taking them up the hill until they met with tiny neon sign.

‘Special deal before midnight’

“Huh, nevermind. At least, I need something in my stomach.”

Cling.

The bell with a little whale mobile rang, catching everyone attention. 7 pairs of eyes looked at their new comer.

The two of them were wiping table.

The other three worked behind the counter. 

And the last two looked down from the second floor.

It was an ordinary cafe. 

A brick-wooden wall with the metal bars had some clothes hanging. 

The counter had some bakery displayed at the right. Fairy lights decorated the trim. 

The menu wrote nicely on all three pages of chalk board. Some photos pins on the cork frames at the bottom.

Lights hanged directly from the cieling, no fancy decoration. 

The place looked rustic and antique, yet it gave them a comfort. Y/n found this place cozy and warming.

“Umm..hi.” 

Y/n spoke to break the akward atmosphere. Suddenly, two men on the second floor ran down stairs and escorted them.

“Welcome. Sorry for making you wait. We didn’t think we will have any customer coming at this hour.” 

The tall man with his hair colored honey yellow, Namjoon, spoke.

“It’s closing?”

“Not at all. We just..didn’t expect anyone, despite opening till midnight everyday.”

“Oh.”

They followed quietly behind the two who lead them to the bar. One of them pool a stool out and gestured Y/n to sit on it.

“Thank you.” 

They thanked them softly. Yoongi, the silver hair guy at their left, nodded and handed her a paper. Y/n looked puzzle at the white sheet in front of them.

“It’s our special deal. Write down what you want to eat, what song you want to listen, anything you want to do here...anything.” 

Hoseok explained and gave his heart-shape smile.

Y/n cocked her head to the side, still confused. However, daring to ask no question, they wrote down everything orderly. It took some minutes to finish. 

Jin, who dressed in his chef uniform, came and took an order himself. 

“You have such an easy request. A stire fried black noodle with soju.” 

Jin read the list. The others, after hearing the order, dispersed to their position and prepared for the next event.

“Ready guys?”

3...2...1...

Tid..tid...tididid...

00:00

Snap.

Woosh.

Y/n was blind by the bright light for a moment. Opening their eyes again, everything changed.

This place...

A nostalgic feeling hit them hard. A familiar scene that surrounding them right now brought some tears to brim their eyes.

Sitting on the marble bench, they were in the middle of a garden. 

The orange-red bricks covered the ground nicely. To Y/n right side was a mini crystal clear stall for plants. There was a foundtain inside too, making the inside moisture and suitable for greenery.

‘My first home...where I born’ Y/n thought to themselves.

“Refreshing. It’s been long.” 

A little voice appeared behind Y/n, startled them from their seat. They looked behind and got surprise.

Little fairies were flying. Some of them looked awe with the scenery.

“V, you startle our guest.” 

“I did not. Look, Chim, they’re fine...right?” 

The little guy approached settled down on the round table and smiled at Y/n. The others soon follow him.

“Sorry for his behavior. He can get too excited sometimes.” 

Chim, must be him, spoke and gave a glared at V. 

One by one, the little fairies introduced themselves. 

Jhope and Koo started levitating again, telling Y/n they wanted to braided their hair. Suga, tired look fairy, borrowed your hand as a pillow and drifted back to sleep. 

V and Chim kept you busy by talking to you, trying their best to seek your attention. RM and Jinny, like parents, kept both of them from bickering each other. 

Y/n forgot everything inside her head. No questions needed to be ask. Nothing needed to be worry. Right now, all they want was enjoy this fantasy.

“I hope they didn’t bother you that much, especially these two.”

A raven hair guy, Jimin, served Y/n her order before picking up V and Chim from the table.

“Hey...don’t touch me. I’ll tell papa.” 

V pouted and tried to wiggle out of Jimin’s finger tips.

“And here is your soju...Awe poor V, Jimin, you don’t need to be harsh with my baby.”

“Appa...Chim bully m-.”

“Did not.” Chim interreupter V before he spoke any further.

“Huh...like father, like son. Taehyungssi, you are interrupting our customer time.”

Koo, who was sitting on their head, flew toward the man. 

“Jungkookssi...you’re here.” 

Koo landed on his shoulder.

The rest followed behind before all of them stood in horizontal line in front of Y/n. Y/n took a look one by one. They finally noticed the different of their uniform. 

Now all of them were dressing in white, like angels.

“Welcome to the memoir.”

“The...memoir?”

Y/n glanced back and forth between their order and the hosts. Jungkook then stepped up and started explaining.

“The memoir is a magical moment that comes every midnight. If the customer enters and orders something around this time before midnight, they will get a grant from the shop.”

“This place grants things accordingly to your deep wish or desire. And it seems like you want to walk through your favourite moment again, starting from here?”

Y/n looked down at the table. They was surprised to meet a hazy reflection of them...as a kid again.

“Ready to find your lost?” Namjoon approached you and offered his hands.

“The time only stops for an hour so we need to be hurry.” Yoongi added.

Without hesitation, they took an offer.

20xx

The first award they got in their life. 

A kid who was an outcast found their existent in the competition. Despite with little talents, their deligent brought them ,a courage, a wonder birthday gift for that year. 

However, it also brought them into a storm. 

Shadow was lurking. The achievement made them being an alien more than what they had been.

Their first identity then shattered.

201x

A new chapter after their storm. Restarting everything, they evolved into a more assertive person who ready to fought for their goals. A group of people soon formed around them and walked side by side.

Music had become a major part of their life. Discover that new world made them become stronger after the past pain.

Yet, another storm crashed everything down.

Their identity was even more shattered.

201x

A new persona emerged after what had happened. Coldblood was what people used to refer to them. Loneliness somehow become their friend, the most loyal friend ever. 

A group of people drifted away, leaving them in guilty. However, it was their plan to enter the deepest part of their life and then destroyed them from the inside.

Pain was their familiar, always reminding them how hurt they were and pushing them to the top.

Slowly and slowly, it consumed everything. Their persona finally took over their identity, ruling everyone with fear.

202x

They thought everything was fine now. Everything was working itself out. They finally got what they wanted. A peaceful life was what they always want.

Well, it seemed not what they would get.

When death knocked their door...

“Huh...huh...huh...give me a break. Why do I have to go through this feeling again?” 

Their chest tighten at the reel in front of them. Seeing themselves smiled for a moment and then became upset afterward flickered a deep pain inside Y/n.

Y/n looked at them with teary eyes. The anger, sorrow, disappointment, every negative emotion that burried deep down overflow into their system.

“But...it was...” Hoeseok tried to explained.

“I don’t desrve this. Why do I deserve this?” Y/n asked quietly to themselves.

“It must have been hard for you, must it not?”

A familiar voice appeared, instantly took Y/n’s attention. She turned around and met with another surprised.

“You...you come...how?”

“I’m your hyung. Of course, I’m going to know everything about you. Guesing your thoughts wasn’t that hard.”

A man walked toward Y/n and grabbed their hands into his.

“Thank you for bringing them here, I’ll do as I promise.” 

The man bowed at the seven men behind his beloved sister. They then left the siblings to have a talk.

“How’s the other side? Is it good?” Y/n asked, trying to sound cheerful.

“I’m not used to it yet, but it was nice. Now I have time to travel everywhere without waiting ships or airplanes.”

Y/n nodded. They were happy that at least their brother was fine. 

“Hyung...I’m sorry.” 

“I know. I’m sorry that I left you there, but time was up for me. It was not...”

“No, if I knew, if I was there, I would definitely help you. You know I can do it.”

Tears finally left Y/n eyes. The day that their brother died still stuck it Y/n’s mind. It was like yesterday when they recieved a call from his office.

“...He’s gone...by himeself...”

That one sentence crashed their existence entirely. 

“But...I can help...why don’t you *hick*...” 

Y/n was too overwhelm with sadness that it comeplately sut their sentence. The brother sighed.

And for the first time, he hugged his sister.

“I know as a siblings we both failed to support each other. It wasn’t your fault that they taught you to be my rivals, like they did to me. They forced you to grow when you were just a child. They taught me things in life with violence. It wasn’t our fault, Y/n-ah.”

“But, I still sided with them. I didn’t choose you. In the end, I...”

“Shhh...it’s ok. Like I say, my time was up. We couldn’t change the rule of time no matter how hard we try. You know that well.”

“As a siblings, we only got to knew each other for 7 years. It wasn’ t fair.”

“But, at least, you get to talk with me now. Here I am, fine and safe. Worry nothing and live your life, let the problem dissolve within my body.”

Y/n shook their head. They couldn’t accept the fact that he would soon be gone...for real.

“A bless from me to you, live your life well and keep fighting for your dream. I know you can do it. What you did for me was enough. Living your life as mine won’t make me happy. I want you to live your life as ‘your’ life, understand buddy?”

Y/n nodded, hugging tight onto their brother.

“The time is up. Remember what I say. I’ll be watching you from somewhere always so smile a lot ok?”

His body slowly faded. A smile was the last thing that they saw from him.

His very final moment.

“Did you find it?”

Y/n opened their eyes. They was back at the cafe.

“I don’t know, Seokjinssi.” Y/n answered.

“At least, he gave you a hint. What you lost wasn’t something big. It somehow was small yet precious. Mayber this noodle might answer your confusion.”

Namjoon pushed a bowl closer to Y/n. Taehyung gave you the chopsticks. They then started digging into their meal.

“That’s my milk.”

“Who get it first get it.”

“Urgh...fine.”

“You can’t win me when it comes to the arcade.”

“Try me, bro.”

“How about getting a pasrtner? Oh,,,wait, do I need to act as a protective brother?”

“No need to. You know my vibe wasn’t match most human.”

“Hahahahahahahha....”

What a familiar taste.

All the conversation between them and him flowed into their head. Despite getting to know each other kate, Y/n can only be themselve when they were around him.

The missing piece of their life was in this bowl. Something important, but was belittle by their surrounding.

A tiny core of Y/n, the ‘y/n’ identity. 

Y/n opened soju and pour a shot.

‘Till we meet again.’ 

“Guys, take a seat and drink with me. Drinking alone is no fun, y’know?” 

The hosts looked hesitate. However, seeing the first genuine happy expression, they dared not to reject the offer.

“Let me make some more dishes.” 

Jin and Yoongi went behind counter.

“Aye, how about we have a battle?” Taehyung proposed the idea.

“Then, I’ll be the judge with Joonie.” Hoseok grabbed Namjoon with him.

“It’s the younger trio vs our 2 big brothers....I’m in.” 

Jungkook got Jimin and Taehyung behind another part of kitchen.

An atmosphere was getting warm and cozy. The room filled with laughter and bicker. 

A reset moment started here.

In this small cafe,

where Y/n finally found what they lost.

A/n note : Hi. It’s been long since I got my free time. The schedule was so hectic that I had to take a break. I intended to post this last month on the 13th, but my schedule had another plan for me🥲

The idea of this story was from ‘into the magic shop’. Despite having it in us, sometimes we need a guide toward the shop. For me, it was BTS.

This story is a tribute from me to them.

This story was personal. Well, during my haitus, I had many unexpected events. I poured down most of it into this story. Through difficult times, BTS was my guide to reflect on myself, learn about myself again and search for the best of me in myself. 

A month passed for the band’s anniversary and a few days for the fandom. All I want to say was thank you, not only to them, but also the fans. In this community and other social medias, I found a lot of inspirations. The amount of support you guys showed toward each other and sent to BTS was incredible. Thank you.

We all have a magic shop in our heart. What you lost can be found there. The best of you is waiting ahead. Don’t give up.

Once again, happy 10th anniversary.

✨ a true form of tooth fairy 🦷

a wild jungkook appears!

POV. Your hot nerd friend calls you for a study date.

(This pic keeps me in check. Once in a while, I keep forgetting that he's the youngest of the group.😂)

CUTEEEEEE

POV. Your hot nerd friend calls you for a study date.

(This pic keeps me in check. Once in a while, I keep forgetting that he's the youngest of the group.😂)

CUTEEEEEE

Okay, it must be because of my device. Somehow it works itself out after I post it...

Wait? What happen to the size of my banners? The other ffs’ banner work just fine, but not the latest one I post. What’s goign on?

Please can anyone help me?

Wait? What happen to the size of my banners? The other ffs’ banner work just fine, but not the latest one I post. What’s goign on?

Wait? What happen to the size of my banners? The other ffs’ banner work just fine, but not the latest one I post. What’s goign on?

BTS Song drabble : D - day (MYG)

Summary : In this chasing game, one was at the top, another was at the bottom. To break the hierarchy, there should only be one winner.

The law’s hand 

or 

The outlaw

Who would win?

Photos : All copyright reserved to the owners.

Gif. : Special thanks to @sugajimin​ for further inspo. There’re tiny subtitle that I put to create further engagement and imagination.(I hope so🤞🏽)

Plot : Special thanks to Psych-Hunter(iQIYI) and (Su)R-chwita ep.9😹

Ambience :  1930's Ambient City Soundscape, Vintage City Sounds 

Trigger warning : (quite) detailed violent scene, self-harm, death of characters

This fanfiction is for entertaining purposes. The story has entirely written up from the writer’s imagination from different inspiration. None of this should be taken seriously.

Switch over, time tickin' and over.

Author POV.

Tick...Tick...Tick...

The water drips periodically, acting as an ambience inside the dusty room. 

The owner has been laying on his favourite couch for hours, diving deep into his thought. 

“Hyung!”

His door suddenly bangs open by someone. One of his crewmates runs inside with something in his hand. 

“We...found him...here.” The new comer hands a file, trying his best to get the message through while panting hard.

The owner flutters his eyes open. A stir comes out of his mouth before he finally becomes awake and accepts the paper.

The dark orbs skim through the file, catching the main idea out of the long paragraphs in the contract. At last, his eyes land on the bottom. Seeing familiar names with the signatures under neath them make him annoy.

“Huh? Seems like we need to give him a visit again.”

Clack...Clack..Clack..Clack..

He found out.

The end of a letter makes the man stops his footsteps. The feeling of frustration rises up, however, he can’t act out of his character here. Getting out of the building, he got into his car.

“Head back to the mansion.” He tells the driver.

“And about the case?” 

“I need to get another ‘case’.” 

Understanding what to do, he asks nothing more and leave immediately.

“ 1 beef rice noodle pottage soup, beef pork.” 

Finishing his order, he take a seat near the glass window of the cooking station. Not so long after, his order serves.

“A tough day again, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, ma’am.”

“Quit calling me ma’am, boy. Your my vip customer here. You have been here since 10th grade.”

“Or you want me to call you ajuma?” He asks jokingly.

“Aish, call me what ever you want.” The old lady move back to her station.

Minutes later, his crewmates enter the shop, filling the entire floor. Seeing their boss enjoy his meal, no one dares to utter anything that is work-related. 

“ell e beore I et pis... Ou ares ar oo obious.” *Tell me before I get piss. Your stares are too obvious.* The boss speaks while munching his favourite noodle.

“They’re round the corner, hyung.” Someone finally speaks. 

The man taps his finger as if he applaud himself. Coming here today makes his plans flow. 

“Ma’am, I will come back later.” The man slips his money under the bowl. 

Everyone starts the operation. His crewmates head out of the place and prepare the vehicle for their boss. Some of them go ahead to clear their destination.

“And...I need your chopstick with me. I’ll buy a new pack in return.” He smiles at the owner who say nothing, but sighs and wave a hand as a sign to not do what he purposes.

Phone calls have been hitting on the office’s phone none stop. The police try their best to accept every call and write down the reports, running back and forth.

“People were complaining the same case...I don’t think it’s  a usual case anymore.”

“We need them to handle it.” The cheif tell his subordinates.

Speaks of the devil, the figure appears in the office as if he knows someone call him. The guy in his black suit enters the room. His height is average. However, his aura and the M brooch on his right chest can make everyone who stand in front of him always feels as if they are getting towered by him. 

He is the supreme in this place, if not the supreme in the town.

A walking law.

“Seems like you guys get in some trouble, eh?”  The room falls into a silence, having only phone calls as a background ambience.

“Sir, we got a...” The cheif gathers his courage to explain the situation, but get interrupt by the walkie talkie.

“We found him, sir. Need more people.”

Paying no attention to the cheif, the leader of special crime force says nothing. His natural poker face let no one be able to read the situation. 

“Loud and clear, right? Get your ass up and do your job.” He then heads out.

Flick...Shhh

A smoke comes out from an end of ivory-white cigarettes. He inhales the thin grey fog into his lungs, hoping it will calms his racing mind down a bit.

*Get everything ready.* He orders his right hand man back with his walkie talkie.

Huh...

A grey breath leaves his mouth along with his sighs.

“Seems like the almighty D is also a human.” A bicker from nowhere brakes his thoughts. D lifts his head up to finds the sound source.

“Shut it, Kim. Don’t piss me off even more.”

“Your brother, isn’t it?” Knowing no limit, Kim asks for more information. The man still stays silence.

“Alright, suite yourself.” 

D is by himself again in the silence. His minds is cumalating with plans. 

Shhsshhh...shhhshhh.... “Sir.”

Half and hour ago : @ WNK building

“Where is it?” 

The loud crash echos inside the building. His subordinates are busy taking down their enemy with some help from his buddy.

“Mr.Min...” 

“Speak wisely.” Min grits his teeth as a warning. 

Despite the size different, Min manages to pin down his huge enemy and threat his like a little prey. 

Weehhh...Woohhh...

The police siren comes from afar. His enemy smirks in victory.

“Who knows the genius Min will fall into my trap like a little rat too. Game over, Min.” Now the guy has a guts to speak casually.

“Now your brother will find out. Your big brother will find you.” The guy continues mocking Min, pushing him around emotionally.

“You will...ack.” Giving no chance to speak further, Min uses his chopsticks and stucks it onto the side of his neck. 

He pushes it deep as the red liquid gushing out like juice. IThe harder he push, the more it errupts out like a fountain. His other hand squeeze the neck tightly as if he is quenching an orange.

Bloody orange.

Min keeps tighten his grip onto the guy’s neck. The fountain is slowing down. Slowly and slowly, it turns into a stream of liquid.  

His shirt now paints with red splashes and spots. The paint leave its marks everywhere even on his face, creating some red blossom tattoos on his skin.

“Oh, you're so artsy.”

“No time for it, Jack.”

“I know, buddy. I get what you want. Let’s head out, yeah?”

The two finally arrive the rooftop. Looking down the building, the see bunch of police enter in with commotion.

“Look how desperate they want to catch us.” 

Min sweep his eyes from the top view. His gaze then land on a familiar black grand mercedes among the cop cars. His mouth lifts into a smirk at the sight, knowing exactly whose it belongs.

“Not really. Someone is more desperate.”

Min replies and climbe down the stairs at the side. 

“Eh, eh, wanna get caught? Eh, man.” Jack yells from a far, but Min has already gone half way through.

Plop.

“Let’s tease you a bit.”

D POV.

“No one inside.”

I stares at my subordinate. The young man stands there like statue, uttering nothing more.

“Where is the case?” I ask.

I don’t care much about the destruction of the building or the death of people inside. Fuck it, that isn’t my problem.

What I wants is the bag and a thing inside it.

I was planning to not invovle police. Moving around from the inside without making their suspicion was quite hard. It took me a few years I was to hold the power. 

A rat out of nowhere managed to get the case was out of my plan.

And now my brother get it.

“Retreat.”

I jumps into driver seat and drift his car out of the parking slot. Frustration fills me up, urging to explode. I roar the engine, filling its sound in the empty street.

“Brother, you won’t be free much longer.”

Min POV.

Thud!

“That bastard. He really bet his life on this plan.” I drop the bag onto the coffee table.

“Chill. At least, you get it.” Jack speaks nonchantly and lit his cigarrete. He sways his head from side to side while humming.

Cling...cling...cling...

“Uh, I hate it. Why do you still wear that silly hat? Those bells irritates me.”

I point at the tips of his knitting hat with two spike at each end. The man sways his head even faster.

“This. You know it’s my lucky charm. So what’s next?”

Jack changes his position. Sitting with his feets cross on my coffee table, he cocks his head to the side. I stare back at him, replying nothing. I let the silence grows and engulps our conversation.

“Hyung. We...sorry, sir.” My right hand, who bangs the door open as his habit, enters the room with another file.

“I think I might need to speed things up. Now I get the case. He will soon make his move.”

“You mean...kill you?” Jack smiles. 

“Not yet. He still needs it.” I pat the stuff on a wooden table. 

As my eyes meets him Jack’s smile gets wider. 

“Then I shall act my part.”

Author POV.

Uhhh....hmmmm.....uhhhh...hhhhmmmm......

Min sleeps soundly in his favourite place. The tiring day drains him a lot of energy, leaving the man a few muscles sourness. 

Ahhhh!

Bang! Bang!

The guy wide awakes from the sound. The screams and shouts are getting louder. He is about to stand up, however the ropes around his hands prevent him to do so.

Click.

A revolver taps behind his neck. He can feel the cold metal rubs gently against his skin before it forecfully press back onto the spot.

“Have a sweat dream?” A chill voice comes from behind.

“Should I be glad that we finally meet again?” Min answers back with a little cockiness.

“You sure want your head to be blown off.”

“And you are talkative, not like a usual you.” Min turns himself and grab a gun near him, but he meets with empty pocket.

“Oh, I borrow your rovolver by the way. I know if you die, at least you will love to die with this cutie.”

D walks around the tub for a moment, searching his eyes through the room. 

“So this is where you live. So shabby and poor...like you.” 

D grabs a plastic chair from the corner of the room and take a seat. He stares down his brother with the eyes of disgusted. 

“Rustic and cozy, isn’t it?”

Crossing his leg, D takes out his cigarrete and lit it. He wraps his lips and inhales a bitter scent from it a few times before he continues.

“Now, let’s make a deal. Those stacks of money are all yours. Just give me the case and leave this place. I’ll handle everything. You can live you life far away from here and me in...”

Min lift his hands, interrupting his brother’s talk. Despite the bond around his wrists, he reaches out and grab onto the white stick. He watches the little flame in silence, the sentences after turns muted as he pays no attention to them. 

Puff....

He throws the stick toward the shelf. The flame lits in a blink of an eye. Min give no care at those ‘valuable’ papers in front of him. Now they are burning bright red and blue. 

He thinks this is more beautiful.

“You...bastard....” D grits his teeth in anger. Now he grabs onto Min’s neck firmly.

“Tell me where’s the case.” He demand. Min keeps his poker face and answers nothing, pissing his brother further more.

“What you gonna do? Kill me?” Min smiles delightfully.

Running out of patient, D uses the revolver and knockes him off.

??? POV.

“Hyung, wake up. Hyungie...don’t be like this.”

The voice comes from somewhere far away. However, the tone sounds familiar to me. 

Beepp...Beeppp...Beeeeeppppp....

The loud noise that rings in my ears is so annoying. 

What is going on here?

I try to open my eyes, but something stop me. I don’t know whether it is me or literally someone who stop me to do so. My body gets heavier and heavier.

I am drowning or so I thought.

My body sink down into the ocean, deeper and deeper. I feel a force strangle me around my neck, suffocating me alive.

No...am I even alive?

D POV.

I have been waiting for my brother’s news for a day.

That little rascal was strong enough to go through ‘drowning’, but he hasn’t woke up yet since yesterday.

“Ah...I want to kill you so bad.” I mumble.

The dagger in my hand trails up and down in motion. I make it nice and clean this time, no defect mark on its pure silver skin.

“Master, He’s awake.”

Puck.

“Nice. It’s getting boring here.” I pluck my beauty onto the table.

Sadly, I can’t use her. Like I said before, to send him back home, the least I can do is to use his pretty revolver.

I am trying to be considerated, am I not?

Min POV.

Hahhh...Huhhhh...

The fire lits around the corner. In front of me is a barrel full of water, reflecting my face. There are a few scratch with the blood seeping through.

I squint my eyes to focus the scenarios around me. The place look oddly like somewhere in my memory, but in a dusty and old version. My brain storms some idea to form an answer.

Soon, I get the answer, but from him.

“Look like my little boy didn’t remember this place.” I look up and meet his brown orbs, the scar on his right eyes fades a bit, but still visible.

“You give me the scar and try to kill me once here, remember?”

A flashback runs inside my head like a reel. The man with exact looks except his hair that was longer and blond-color. The scene is overlaping each other. 

There’s me.

There’s is him. 

In a different timeline...

The palace that used to be vibrant with colors now became dull, towering my body with it shadow.

His men pin me down to the cold muddy floor, letting him look at me with those arrogant gaze. 

Smile in victory, the man finally got up from his seat and approached the balcony. 

The man was in a traditional robes. His light blond hair sparked under the moonlight. The fire around him and me make him more visible to my eyes.

“I am the owner of this place, engrave it into your skull, peasant.” 

His hand waved down, motioning his assassin to do the job. 

Author POV.

“I cut heads of people for a reason, you know. That’s how I can make sure they died...painlessly.” 

D steps onto the circle. Grabbing tight onto Min’s hair, he force the man to sink down into a barrel again.

Ackk...ack....

“Wah...that sounds so satisfying.” He forcefully raises the head up from the water.

“How was it?”

The man who calm and collect is nowhere to be found. The true color finally comes out,. D laugh out in madness, satisfying with the scene in front of him.

“When I offered you, I’ve already got what I want. You were a fool to not accept my offer, brother.” 

D stepps back and walks up to another circle, preparing to watch Min’s final moment. Waving his hand down, the assassin get ready to do his job.   

“Now, execution.”

The man forces Min’s head back into dirty liquid again, wanting to drown him to death. Min’s body stuggle as his hands try to get out of the knot. 

“Sink deep and fake your death. The revolver is at the bottom.”

“a..ack?” *Jack?*

“I can only help you this much, buddy. I even take off my lucky charm for you.”

Min does according to Jack’s plan. Sinking himself deep into the cylinder and stopped moving, he successfully fakes his death. 

“Oh, faster than I expect.” 

With the revolver in his hand, D steps down from his circle to come and onspect Min’s body. Seeing the guy freezes in his place, D laughs again with contentment. 

He takes out a ruby human-heart.

Bang! Cling!

The glass shatters.

D crashes down the fire barrels, letting the oil slatter all over the place while the fire chase down the thick black liquid. He throws his lighter, adding more fire.

“Switch over, time tickin'...”

“but not over.” 

Just then Min raises his head up with the revolver in his hand. Aiming at the head of his brother, D does nothing, but smirk.

“Agust, you shouldn’t underestimate me.” 

“If you kill me without the hear, it will be the same result like last time.”

“Let’s bet then.” Min pulls the trigger.

The ruckus at the back of them appears, however Jack’s men are faster. Doing everything according to their bosses’ plan, his men has already mixed in the group from the beginning. Agust’s people soon end up laying lifeless on the floor.

Agust dashes to Min in anger, but someone lock him from behind. His own right hand man lock tight onto the master before revealing himself.

“Ack...Kim.”

“I told you, didn’t I...suite yourself.”

Jack takes out the real heart and shatters it with his dagger.

Cling!

Click.

Bang! 

Agust doesn’t last long.

“Switch over, time tickin' and over.”

“Dr.Kim, when will he wake up?” Hoseok asks the doctor. It has been a year since Yoongi fell into a coma.  

“His personality disorder is critical, now they are inflicting themselves.”

He have hidden his mental condition so well that not even Hoseok, his best friend, knew about it. When he knew everything, it was nearly too late. 

The man nearly cut himself...in his own eyes.

Hoseok took him to hospital. Thankfully, Kim Namjoon, the doctor of his case, was still working. If not because of him, Yoongi would be gone by now.

Hmmm....

A little stir makes both of them look at the body. It is the first time that the lifeless figure makes a move or a noise. 

Hoseok’s eyes brims with tears of hope, looking back and forth between Yoongi and Namjoon. 

“Hyung...” Hoseok calls softly.

Namjoon walks to the monitor and checks the screen. 

Like a miracle, everything comes back to the normal rate. Namjoon notes down everything onto his metal clipboard before he calls nurses inside. 

“Doctor...he...”

Surfacing from the bottom of the darkness, Yoongi finally gains his conscious.

A/n note : And that’s it everyone. I hope you enjoy the story. I finally have a little vacation so here is the tribute for you guys. 

This is the first time I write my story with y/n. Hope you guys not disappointed.

Before ending this, I want to give a few explanation to the story.

After listening to the interview, what I comprehended from the music videos was that Yoongi were fighting with his own personas. Like Namjoon said, he was the only one so far with 3 names. And, the fact that Yoongi devided his personalities accordingly to them made it sometimes difficult for himself to make music.  “If I make it, will this represent suga bts, agust d or me as Yoongi?”

Sum up events : Yoongi faced personality disorder to the point he went into the coma due to self-infliction. His personas, D (The dark past with anger and agressiveness) and Min (The real yoongi), fought over to control the body during Yoongi unconscious inside his mind. The ruby human-heart like that made out of glass was the core, the conscious. Destroying it mean you kill the consious of that persona. Different timelines, I came up with this idea from daechwita, thinking what if he failed to mute (killed) the tyrant king back then. Looking it in that aspect, personally, I think it somehow fit the explanation of Yoongi’s triology. Letting the strong and fury persona control you to handle hate and prejudice, but at the same time, you were the one who deepen your own scars. What if it is getting out of control?

I wrote this story with a retro vibe because of the Haegeum’s settings. From the research I’ve read, the location was age around 1930 - 1960. Starting in 30s, the market hit its peaks around 40s - 50s before the fire incident in 60s. If I was wrong, I sincerely apologized for the mistakes.

Jack and Kim in the story, I used the image of Hoseok from Jack in the box album and Namjoon from Sexy Numkin. I saw a twitter about what if the three cross path. I didn’t capture the account nor remembered the name. If the idea owner come and see this, I apologize for not crediting you on the top of my ff🙇🏽‍♀️

I think that’s all. Thank you for your attentive reading, see you next session.

Do you do request?

Wah...my first question

I've never done it before cuz no one ask me to do it.

However, if you want, I'll try my best. You can drop your ideas with me in here or dm☺️

ps. I will be out of my Haitus period after this month (🤞) Be my guest...

Thunderbolt (Bts maknae line)

Summary :  This is a story of a dog hybrid who wants to find a purpose in his life. After leaving his home, the new chapter of his life begins.

or 

One day, Jungkook, the famous dog hybrid of the series Thunderbolt, got lost from his owner. A dog star, who only lives in a studio, has never learned about the real world. Is this going to be a golden chance for him to live his life as a normal hybrid?

Credit : 

Plot - orginal idea from bolt (2008 film)

Female lead art - Sam Yang  

© Photos belongs to rightful owners

A/n note: This story will mainly focus on Jungkook and the other two in maknae line. And there might be a tiny bit of ship moment between Jungkook and Jimin.

Author POV.

6 years old

A girl was walking around the new city. It was her second day living in this busy city. The street always fills with cars, buildings are always full of people, and the night always decorates with lights.

“Mom look.” Y/N alerted her mom after noticed a white ball. 

A ball then started moving-revealing the boy with pure white ears and a tail. He looked up to see a human staring at him. His doe eyes fluttered a little before concentrated on you again.

“Mom can we go inside?” You begged her. Wanting to see the boy, you didn’t wait her reply. You dragged her into the shop.

Your mom took a while at the counter before someone lead both of you to the section. Arriving the place, you immediately banged the door. Excitement rushed through your viens. 

“He is a 6 years old samoyed. He has been here since birth. No one know where he was from.” His eyes didnlt leave you. You also stared back into his chocolate eyes. 

You then noticed where his eyes targeted. Swinging carrot plushy in your hand, his gaze followed it.

“Here.” You threw it into the cage. The boy quickly ran and catched the plushy. Hugging it tight, He gently spoke to you.

“Th..than..kyu.”

And that is how everything start.

🐾 🐾 🐾 🐾  ᶘ ͡°ᴥ͡°ᶅ  🐾 🐾 🐾 🐾

Y/N POV.

Present time : 22 years old

“Jungkook, focus.” I call my beloved hybrid. He is busy looking around the surrounding.

“Yes ma’am.” He ears twitch a little. I hand him my binocular.

We are in front of the enemy building. They have been keeping my father in there for a week. You see, I am a daughter of a genius scientist who has been on the run for years. My father became a target because of his technology. They want my father’s new genetic technology; after seeing his most successful innovation, Jungkook, a mutant hybrid.

“Are we going to get in?” Jungkook look up and ask. He uses his eyes to scan the place for the last time and turn back to me.

“Do according to the plan.”

He nods and we seperate. Jungkook start sneaking behind the guard and knock them off. I quickly dash into the building.

“Hurry, I sense they are coming.” Jungkook speak with concern.

I enter the place. Jungkook, who is tail behind, is looking out for both of us. I aim the cctv. Shut them down with my smartwatch, a group of guards appear out of the blue.

“Watch out.” Jungkook grab my body and lift me. I then give one of them a flying kick.

Two guys head straight to Jungkook, but he uses his laser beam to burn them. A fight now turns into a mess. Scratches appear on both of us. Blood is seeping out. However, we try our best to endure the pain.

“Jungkook, ready to blast?” I ask. He already raised his first in the air, so ready to slam it down.

“Thunder...bolt!” 

“And cut!”

The director sound echo in the studio. Jungkook then smile and fool around with the guards. As far as I know, they became friends 2 weeks ago.

“Huh..so tired.” I plop onto the seat. My mom walk into the studio.

“You were great today, both of you.”

“Thanks mom.” We answer in unison. My mom then start dicussing where we will go out for a dinner. 

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Jungkook keep talking about the net scene. He looks more excited than usual which is cute. My mom also join him, saying that I need to hype up since the series is coming to an end.

“And we will get to use guns and helicopter. Isn’t co-”

“Hey there.” Three of us stop our track. Jungkook freeze in place while I roll my eyes. Hearing that voice, I know what is coming.

“What is it?” I turn around to my manager. Jungkook grip onto you tight. He must have scent your emotion change.

“You still have an interview today. Where are you going?”

“Cancle it, we are having our family dinner today.”

“No, you can’t. Today the new sposore will be there to. If you cancle it, the new project of yours will be over.” 

My mom shake my head in disagreement. Jungkook now plop his head on your shoulder and whisper.

“Don’t listen to him. We work hard enough. We need to rest.” His ears lay flat on his head while tail swinging gently.

“If you cancle, prepare to talk with the head agency.” And there he goes. I sigh in defeat because I don’t want my mom to deal with the stress. 

“See you at home, mom.” 

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Jungkook POV.

The session was boring. They keep asking both of us to show the tricks like in the series. I feel like I was on a dog show. Y/N tried her best to help, but that dickhead manager stop her from scolding the host.

“I’m sorry.” She pats my head and sighs. Both of us lay on the sofa while waiting mom to cook us dinner. I hug her tighter as a sign of comfort.

“Not a big deal, it always happens.”

“It shouldn’t be like that. You are my friend and family member. They suppose to treat you as human, not a pet dog.”

Well, it isn’t something surprising anyway. In this era, people still can’t let go of the ‘hybrid = pet’ mindset. Even if laws are protecting us, there is no drastic change.

We are at the cafe under our apartment. I gaze out the window. Seeing passerby, I want to know how do they feel-to walk freely with their family and friends.

According to the contract, I and y/n have little self-time. I remember when the series started, we used to travel every weekend. But as our work become more popular, our time diminish.

“Frappucino and chocolate for my favorite customers.”

“Oh, Jin hyung.” He smiles in return. 

He takes a seat and chats, telling how his life has been. Then he mentions the festival this evening. He encourages both of us, especially y/n, to join.

“Aye you need to go. Yoongi and Hoseok will be there too. Yoongi will be the dj this evening while Hoseok perform.”

“We’re in.” I answer without hesitation.

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“Hoseok hyung was so cool.” 

I grip onto her tightly while talking about the performance. Yoongi hyung was also on fire. Jamming with his songs, he flicked the button here and there like crazy.

*sniff*

‘She seems stress.’ I think to myself. Her scent right now is like something burnt.

“Want to talk about it?” I ask and she shakes her head.

“Let’s go home then.” 

I sigh and turn around. I let her walk before me. Seeing her tired body, I feel bad for accepting the invitation. I should have known when we were in the cafe.

“Let me buy ice cream before we go, wait for me.”

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Author POV.

Jungkook walks around and buys lots of things instead of only ice cream. When he comes back to the same spot, you have already gone.

“Maybe she has already gone home.” A phone call then interrupts him.

“Yes mom...huh...no she isn’t with me. I thought she went home...ok mom, I will find her.”

Now Jungkook is panic. He tries to think, where else can you be. Calling Jin, his first choice gets eliminated. Jungkook decides to look for you in this area.

“Kookie why are you still here?” Hoseok with Yoongi approaches the boy. When they notice his ears lay flat on his head while his tail swing lightly. They know something must go wrong.

“Y/N is gone, hyung. Help me find her.” Jungkook voice cracks, giving a pang into both of the hyungs’ hearts.

“You can go somewhere else to find her. We’ll take care this area.” Jungkook thanks them before dash out of the place.

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Meanwhile, you finally arrive home. When you enter, your mom quickly give you a tight hug. 

“What’s going on mom?”

“Where are you? I am so worry when Jungkook said that you were gone.”

“I already told him I will be at the convinient store. I have waited there for hours, but he didn’t appear. I thought he was home.” Your mom face frown. 

She tell everything starting from her call Jungkook, telling the boy you didn’t come home. The boy insisted to find you. You then provide your story.

“I’ll call him.” You pick your phone and find Jungkook’s contact. However, a call appear on your screen.

“What is it Yoongs...what! No, I’m home now. Huh...thanks for telling. I will ask Jin about that....Okay, I’ll report the police too.” 

"He's gone." You tell your mom. Ending the call, you immediately call the police. Your mom is stress, blaming herself for what is happening.

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“Where am I?” 

Jungkook wake up in an unfamiliar alley. He tries to recall what happened last night.

“Y/N...Y/N!” He immediately search his phone in the pocket. Unfortunately, it has gone somewhere.

“Huh those idiots.” He curses under his breath. 

He remembers what happened. How he had nearly beaten last night, and they took his phone with them. He hid from them inside a truck. The truck drove off from the spot.

“But where am I?” Jungkook then wander around the alley. It seems like he isn’t in the city. 

A noise then appear. He follow the sound which come from another block. When he arrive the source, he then see a full grown cat hybrid hiss at a younger one.

“I told you to leave that portion for me. You have eaten enough!”

“Hey what’s wrong?” Jungkook interven the conversation. A pair of golden ears twitch before its owner turns to him.

“Stranger, have someone never told you to interrupt others when they speak?” 

“But you are scolding a child.” Jungkook fire back. A young hybrid take his chance and fade away from the scene, leaving Jungkook to deal with a cat boy.

Jimin, the owner of golden ears, stares at Jungkook. Observing his feature and dress, he knows that the boy wasn’t from around here.

“A city boy like you know nothing about this. We stray didn’t have food quiet often. That idiot, I recued him 2 days ago. It turns out he didn’t know his limit.” Jimin is now walking toward Jungkook.

“What are you doing?” The distance between them get closer and closer. Jungkook put up his guard, ready to use his skill.

“If you come any closer, I will knock you out.”

“Really?” Jimin is now stand in front of the boy. He reaches out to samoyed’s head when he feels the punch on his face. A gasp leave his mouth while blood starts dripping.

“You...bastard!” 

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Jungkook POV.

After I throw my punch, he immediately throws his back. It surprises me that he didn’t knock out yet. We then get into a huge fight. Throwing each other around and exchanging out fists; creates loud noise in the neighborhood.

*whistle*

Two men appear out of nowhere. A cat then stops abruptly and drags me off the place.

“Aye, where are we going?”

“Keep quiet if you want to be alive.” However, I refuse to go with him. In no time, we both get caught in a large net.

“Shit!” He curses. Trying his best to get out.

I try to move out of it. Using my full strength, I try to tear the entire net. Just then, I feel the shock through my veins. My head starts spinning. My vision becomes blurry.

“We got good ones.” The last thing I hear before everything turns black. 

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*cling*

My ears twitch due to a metal sound. My eyes start to flutter and slowly open. The cling sound doesn’t stop any time soon. I look around and meet with the same cat beside me, who creates the noise.

“How was your sleep, city boy?” He asks me as if he is mocking.

“I have you know, golden ears.” He turns toward me and gives his death stare.

“Jimin, park jimin. What’s yours?”

“Jungkook, jeon jungkook.” I offer him a hand shake, but he only stares in return. I then gently grab his hand. Putting into mine, I firmly shake it once and let go.

After a short conversation, silence come back again. Sniffing the air, there are tons of scents in the air. 

“Where are we?”

“A shelter.” I give him a confused look. I have never heard of that word before.

“A shelter. A place for stray hybrids like us like human orphan.”

“Orphan? But I have family.” I quickly answer.

“Then how did you appear in the alley?” Jimin turns around, looking interested in the topic I have just started.

“I tried to find my owner. We were at the festival when I lost with her. I thought she had gone off home because she was tired. However, mom, I mean her mom, called me and told me that she hadn’t been back home yet. I then went around the city to find her and ended up fighting with a neighborhood. I escaped with a truck and popped up there.”

Jimin nod. I think he is trying to understand the whole story.

“And why didn’t you call her?”

“My phone got stolen.” I reply. Jimin then leans forward and grabs onto my necklace. 

“What are you..”

“Your owner must love you so much. She didn’t force you to wear a collar. Instead, she gave you a necklace.”

“Yeah, we are like siblings.” Jimin still stare at the necklace.

“And she give us the way out of here.” 

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“Are you sure this is going to work?” 

“It is going to be fine.” Jimin sneaks out of the cage. I wonder how can he squeez his self through those pieces of metal. 

When he successfully does it, he gently walks toward the guard. The old guy is sleeping soundly, which is a golden opportunity. He grabs the keys and then unlocks the cage.

“Let’s help others too.” I get keys out of his hand.

“Kid, it’s not a time to act like hero. We need to be hurry.” Jimin walks away and continue the plan.

‘Why am I this weak?’ I walk behind him. I feel useless all of a sudden, but I can do nothing. Since I meet him, I have done nothing. I got into a fight, then escaped, then got into a fight again. Someone captured me. In all of these events, I did nothing but being helpless. Without Jimin right now, how am I going to survive?

“Here, be ready to answer her call.” 

I accept the phone from Jimin. I put it near my ear and wait patiently. However, no one answer the call. I try and try again. My ears catche noise and it it getting closer.

“Duck under.” I call Jimin and put both of us under the table. He clings onto me tightly, resulting his face dig into the croock of my neck.

The scent then hits my nostril. The sweat vanilla cinnamon bun-like scent makes my head spin. I gasp a little for some fresh air.

“Shh!” He whispers scream to me. I can endure his scent any longer, but I need to try.

“Still no answer?” I nod. He takes the phine out of my hand and dial a new number. After conversation start for awhile, I figure out he was calling the police.

“Done. All we need to do right now is run out of here.” 

“I think we can move. There is no footstep sounds anymore.” I suggest. We both get out of the table and sneak toward the door.

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Jimin POV.

3 days later

‘What a city boy.’ I look at Jungkook who still struggle with acting cute. 

I don’t know how long has my tummy endured the pain from acitric juice. I haven’t had any food for...a week? I don’t remember.

“Yeah do it like that, good boy. Now, go and get us some food.” I drag him toward the camp’s gate. Then I push him.

“Go!”

The boy walks inside the camp full of people. Seeing those humans smile and enjoy their meal with family and friends, I wish I have an owner. I even see some cats and dogs, real ones, eating deliciously.

I. am. jealous!

Jungkook blend in just fine which makes me happy. I follow him quietly and watch the boy gets us some meals.

For an hour, we walk. Jungkook is such a chatterbox. I didn’t know he is this talkative. Finally, this giant samoyed decides to stop and find us the seats.

‘Why it is so blurry here?’ I scan the area.

“Hyung, here.” He push a paper plate full of meats toward me.

‘Huh..I am tired.’ 

And everything is gone from sight.

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Author POV.

“Hyung!” Jungkook immediately change his seat and sit beside Jimin.

Jungkook tries not be panic and gently shake Jimin’s body. When he is sure that his hyung has already black out, he carries Jimin and asks for help.

From where they sit, it is a little far from the camp area. Jungkook looks around his surrounding to find any cabin or at least a proper shelter for both of them. Finding nothing, he decides to run back to the camp.

“Hey there!” Someone call Jungkook from behind, but he ignore it.

“Hey, stop!” The guy comes out of nowhere and stops hurried Jungkook. Jungkook becomes frustrated.

"What do you want?"

"You are that guy in Thunderbolt, right?" Jungkook finally looks up.

"I am right. Oh god, hi! IamyourbigfanandIreallywantyouau-"

"First, can you help me? My friend suddenly faint, so please help me." Jungkook interrupts the boy, who looks at him with admiration.

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“I am Taehyung, Kim Taehyung. You don’t have to worry, Namjoon hyung is the best doctor. He will help us.” 

Taehyung introduce his and his owner’s names. Jungkook nods while looking at lifeless Jimin on the bed. Namjoon then starts checking the boy. 

“Exhaustion. He needs food.” The owner of a caravan speaks

“Oh, I will prepare some sandwhiches.” Taehyung runs out of the car-leaving Jungkook with lifeless Jimin and owner of Taehyung. 

Not so long, Taehyung comes back inside and continues ranting his feeling toward Jungkook. He bombards Jungkook with lots of questions before he starts telling his story.

“So this is finally my moment to be a hero... we can help you go back there.”

Namjoon speaks and points at Jungkook’s collar. Jungkook eyes lit up with hope. He then hands out his necklce.

“Hyung, isn’t this place near your clinic?” Taehyung hands the necklace to Namjoon.

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Taehyung POV.

This. is. incredible.

I always fanboy over this dog on the screen. And now? I get a chance to sit next to him.

Aggghhhh....

“Ummm well, not to bug you, but can I at least take a selfie?” He looks up. It seems like my voice interrupt his thought.

“Oh..uhh..sure.” He looks tired.

“On the second thought, let’s meet your buddy first then we can have a group photo.” He nods.

A silence suddenly replace our conversation. He is too worry about something that he drowns in his own thoughts. It is akward. 

And I hate akwardness.

“Wanna tell me a story? What you have been through so far?” 

He looks warry. I understand that it is hard to trust a stranger, but he can’t handle it alone anymore. 

I know that feeling. I always have. If it wasn’t because of Namjoon hyung, I would have still living on the street. And you know, a stray bear hybrid won’t survive for long in the city.

“Everything starts...” And he decides to tell his point of view.

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Jungkook POV.

“We are finally here.” 

I wake up as Namjoon hyung shakes my body lightly. Seeing the familiar building, my ears rise up because of happiness. 

‘I finally arrive home. My home.’ 

I push the door open and runs inside Jin hyung shop. When he turn around to take the order, his eyes meet mine.

“My boy comes back.” He jumps into my arms. 

The others follow into the shop. They introduce themselves one by one.

“I’m Kim Namjoon.”

“I’m Kim Taehyung, a bear hybrid. Your shop looks nice. Namjoon hyung, can we have ice cream before we go?” The boy immediately looks at his owner.

“I’m...Park..Jimin...”

Seeing Jimin hyung looks stress, I walk toward him and wrap my tail around his body.

“Calm down. He is nice.” I whisper. His scent become sweat again. I somehow come to like this cinnamon bun scent.

“I’m a cat...stray.” He talks softly. 

“It’s nice to meet you all. However, Jungkook, listen to me carefully. Today, they decide to shoot the final scene for the series without you. These past 2 weeks, they forced Y/n to renew the contract and to workshop with the new actor. Now, boy, go and save your owner....” Jin hyung then turns toward Namjoon hyung.

“I know we didn’t know each other well, but can I ask you to also handle this with him? He needs the support.” 

Namjoon hyung accept it. Taehyung hyung is now jumping in excitement. Chanting ‘we’re going to be the hero.’ 

“I’ll call Yoongi and Hoseok to let them know about you.” 

And with that, we all leave.

‘Thunderbolt is me and Y/n, no one else.’

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"Why didn’t you sink in with sound? Stupid dog!” 

When I finally appear in the studio, the scene terrify me. Y/n has been hanging there for who know how long. Her face has already drained into white. 

3...2...1... Action!

Seeing my presence, the crew quickly go on with the scene. I can see varied expressions, however they aren’t pleasant.

Crack...crkkk...

“Stop! She is falling.” I take a huge breath and shout. The sling that hang Y/n is about to fall off. 

Without hesitation, I run into the scene. As if I am in a slomotion mode, I see Y/n body free fall slowly from the cieling. The stand-in is panicing. He stands there frozen into his place. 

“Jungkook...You are finally here.” Then Y/n comepletely black out.

“I’m here. I’m here, nuna.” I gently whisper.

And cut! 

Others get back on to their work like nothing happens. The manager talk with the producer to use that scene as a final.

“That’s brilliant. So this is what you have been plan. Great job for both of you.” The director still not know the situation.

“Yeah..well...as we plan.” That stupid manager quickly get into the scene. 

GRRR....

“We want to terminate the contract. You have been using me and Y/n too much than the paper indicate.” I speak with confidence. I have been waiting for so long to fight with this shitty human.

“What are you talking about?” Everything around us gets silence.

“I have been gone for what? Nearly a month? And all you do was forcing Y/n to do a final scene without me with a new script and no safety. I have enough.”

“Mr.Jeon, do you have any idea with what you were saying right now? I can sue you because of malicious comment. Both of your career will be gone just by me doing that.” He threaten me. 

“Then let’s see who will be gone first.”

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Author POV.

“...For this episode of the ‘Thunderbolt.’ First, let’s give some updates of Y/n condition. She’s doing great. You see...”

The camera pans toward the girl running around with 2 guys. Taehyung keeps chasing Jimin while Jimin uses Y/n to shield him.

“Aye, kookie, join us.” Y/n comes and drags her partner/personal editor for their youtube channel. 

Jungkook did as what he said. With the help of Namjoon and Hoseok, they win the case and get rid of the caontract. Their agency needed to compensate them and giving the name with full copyright to Y/n and Jungkook.

Months later, Yoongi and Jungkook plan came out. A first episode Thunderbolt was released. The fans were so glad to see their updates. And with in two months, they channel gained nearly a million followers.

“Food is ready.” Jin enters with a huge tray of brownies. Everyone then gather around the table.

“Aish, these kids can’t be patient.” Y/n mom joins in with some more menu.

“Party..Party...Ya!” 

Jungkook settles his camera on the stand and runs toward everyone. Reviewing the menu with some entertain games, the live runs on: capturing the joy and laughter of everyone. 

The new begin starts from here.

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Final note : I started writing this story around mid year. Because of my hectic schedule, I was on haitus for so long. Coming back here, I noticed new followers and some passerby who gave loves on my fan fictions. Thank you, for being my guest and kind to this blog. I hope my story were at least enjoyable. See you in my next work or other old work. 

BTS Song drabble : Closer (KNJ)

Summary : It just two strangers who always crossed path with each others. Yet, they had no courage to get to know one another. Will this keeping distance game go on and on or will one of them break the rule of their game?

Plot inspo. : RM 'Indigo' Album Magazine Film [time stamp 20:04 - 23:49] (BANGTANTV)

Ambience inspo. :  Coffee Shop ASMR Ambience ☕ With Fireplace and a bit of Magic ✨ Soft background chatter (ASMR Weekly)

Author note : This story is for an entertainment purpose. I need to make sure I mentioned this so that no one would ever take this story as a real event since I used the explanation of the song to come up with the story. Anyway, guys, stream Indigo💙

Gender neutral pronoun (Sincerely apologize if using them incorectly)

© Photos belongs to rightful owners

Author POV.

A month.

It has been that long since Y/n started their writing project. In the same corner of a lounge, they would sit there dazed in their world: trying to extract some ideas to put into their work.

However, they have never been alone.

For a month, it seemed like someone also had the same struggle. The opposite table was also a regular guest of this lounge. His visit started around the same time as theirs.

And their sneak peek game began.

Y/n POV.

Crack.

I streched the arms to relieve my muscles. I felt my bones were on the verge to break. My muscles’ pain was at its peak that even a patch did nothing to sooth me.

Huh...

A breathy sigh left my mouth as I stared my screen. Working for five hours straight, I only got on the second page of my writing.

I took my eyes of the tablet. At that moment, I knew I have been staring at the screen too long. Why did I not bring my glasses? Shame on me.

I sweeped my eyes all over the place. Tonight seemed to be special because the lounge looked busier than usual. Then my gaze landed on the table opposite mine.

There he was. 

Every time he came, he would come with a pair of MacBooks and a notebook. He always dressed casually; just a T-shirt or hoody, a pair of denim, headphones secured on his neck, and glasses. His hair looked a bit messy. His face was draining its color a little.

Despite all that, he still looked fine. No, he looked gorgeous.

While their usual drink was sangria, his would-be whiskey. The pace was also different. By the time they were at their half glass, his glass had already been empty.

The feeling of warmthness immediately filled my chest. Seeing him deeply focus with his thing was like a spark to me. It lit my passion toward the writing out of nowhere. 

Three tables away, that was our distance: the closest I could get near him.

My inspiration.

Namjoon POV.

‘They are watching me.’ 

My sense alerted, making me burried my eyes into my laptop. Later on, I glanced at them from time to time, scare to meet their gaze directly. 

How will they react? 

Will they think I am a creep?

Those thoughts ran inside my head. 

Soon they got back onto their tablet. They must be lost in their own mind. My body relaxed automatically. The breath that I have been held on it without knowing finally came out.

I adjusted my posture a little. Taking a final sip of my whisky, I asked for more from a waiter. 

As I waited for the drink, I looked at my partner who sat opposite me. Partner, how I wished I has a courage to strike a conversation with them and called them that in reality.

They would be here around 6 pm and left here before midnight. They were a fiction writer, knowing that because of some staff here were their fans. To be honest, I also became their fan recently too. 

I have never seen their frineds. They were quite introvert, judging by the table they chose every night. From that, I assumed they had no partner. 

Maybe a long distance relationship? It could be the case. 

I should probably think that way to prevent myself getting a flase hope.

Their favourite in this house was a sangria, usually ordered three to four glasses for each night. 

That was all I know about them.

My lounge partner.

Author POV.

We were like a parallel line. A little gap in between shouldn’t be the obstacle for us to interact. Yet, none of us dared to cross path...

Y/n narated the last paragraph. Typing each word into the story, they somehow ended up being a chracter of their novel. Y/n didn’t intend to write something as such. However, as the days passed with the stranger, they ended up spilling their feelings into the work.

Just stay where you are

On the other side, Namjoon finished his lyric. He went through them for the last time to grasp any error. To his surprise, there was none. Not like the other songs, this one has little to no scratch. At first, he wasn’t sure of this draft. Now, it was one of the realest representation of his feelings.

As the final page filled with words and inks, they realized the time was up.

3 months later

“...We would like to end today session with Indigo, the chart killer album since the first day it came out. It shouldn’t be a surprise since the work was from one of the talneted lyricists in the industry, RM. Our fans have been sending requests to us nonestop, wanting us to celebrate his first official album. To celebrate all the success, here is our tribute...”

The radio then started playing the tune. Y/n with her earphone listented attentively to the songs. Sipping a cup of hazzlenut latte, they bobbed their head lightly to match the rhythm.

Despite the winter, everything felt warm for them. Not because of the coffee in their hand, or a thick scarf and coat that hugged their figure. 

It all thanked to the song that was playing right now.

Right at the moment of them recieving the message from the lyrics while the guy at the opposite bench reading their newest novel to understand their feeling.

As the song came to and ended, so did the novel. Two strangers locked their gaze with one another as their face plastered with a smile. 

“Hi.” 

Finally, one of them decided to cross their path.

Thanks for your support 🥺

BTS Song drabble : High enough (Ot7)

Summary : “I used to like liquor to get me inspired, but you look so beautiful…my new supplier.”

A/n note :  Bachelors au | Body kinks…maybe? | They/them pronoun since I want to make it gender neutral.

Autrhor POV.

Cling.

One shot. 

Cling.

Two shot.

The sound from the glasses beat periodically. The owner of petite figure uses their skillfull hands to prep all the ingredients before drop them into a metal shaker and use their magic. 

Clck.

Shkkkk…

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BTS Song drabble : High enough (Ot7)

Summary : “I used to like liquor to get me inspired, but you look so beautiful...my new supplier.”

A/n note :  Bachelors au | Body kinks...maybe? | They/them pronoun since I want to make it gender neutral.

Autrhor POV.

Cling.

One shot. 

Cling.

Two shot.

The sound from the glasses beat periodically. The owner of petite figure uses their skillfull hands to prep all the ingredients before drop them into a metal shaker and use their magic. 

Clck.

Shkkkk...

After clicking the lid close, Y/n begins their performance. As if it is a show, their body is vibing along the jazz ambience while shaking the drink. If the music is a canvas, y/n will be a paint brush. And the dance? Of course, they’re the colors painting the song.

Under the dim light,

Behind the luxurious marble counter,

that is where they belong.

Flick.

Pshhh.

The fire lit up.

“Enjoy.”  An angelic sound leaves their lips the soon as they serve a drink. Snapping boys and girls back from their dream.

Y/n POV.

“Damn, thanks. I thought I will be dead today. Here is hectic.” 

A sigh and light grey smoke leaves Vincent’s lips.I am busy changing my uniform into a new one. Tonight will be another troublesome night as I get to serves the lounge.

I hate that zone. The work in the area is far too boring. Not like the other clubs, the lounge here is for parties and events. Most of the time, rich bratty kids will book the zone. 

I need to be hype all the time arounds those kids. No nice talk, no relaxation. Just a pure chaotic and horny people? There’re too many things to describe the lounge, but not the word ‘calm’.

And sometime...I get a request. 

Despite high tips, that one can be too much. They are adults. However, most of the time, they are pretty bossy. Dealing with them is the same as dealing with kids.

“Lucky you. You are our madame favourite. When there is a fancy event, madame won’t pick anyone accept you.” I chuckle.

“Trust me, this isn’t call lucky. Next time, I’ll let you replace my job. Then you can decide wether it’s great or not.”

‘Vincent’s eyes lit up. Poor boy, he donesn’t have any idea what is waiting for him in the lounge, does he?’ I think to myself.

If it isn’t because of my personal reason, I sure will quit.

With a few more chit chat, Vincent decides to leave me alone. Letting me prepare myself for awhile before I step out of the fitting room, ready to perform another show.

As I approach the door, a velvet envelope plaster on it.

‘Zsss, I nearly miss her notice.’ I hiss to myself before tearing it open.

“A platinum request?” I look at the ticket with surprise.

The platinum request is the highest price in the house. No one has ever order this one before. It has the simplest rule out of all order, yet it is the hardest for the host. If the guest dare to tick thise one, that means I need to prepare myself. 

Whatever he/she asks for, I need to fullfill it.

‘It’s gotta be a long night.’

Author POV.

“So what’s up. Why are we here?” 

“Why is it so quiet? Don’t they have a show for us?”

Finishing their questions, Taehyung takes a seat at the counter along with Jungkook. The two arrive in the middle of the older ones’ conversation.

“Well, ask Jimin. It’s his idea.” Hoseok eyes the guy beside him.

“Why? Can’t I just bring you to somewhere new? The old room starts getting dull. I even book the whole floor.” Jimin gestures to the floor.

“I’m really surprise that Yoongi and Namjoon is here. They hate somewhere unfamiliar yet they trust Jimin this time.” 

Jin looks at the duo while stating the sentences with an amusement. 

Clack...Clack...Clack...

A set of footsteps sound interrupts their conversation, making the seven of them turn at the same direction.

“Good evening, gents.”

Jimin POV.

The soon as our eyes meet, my heart skips a beat. That...that...is hot. Their golden eyes stares at us while enter the place like a boss. 

Just those eyes alone makes me excited. I am right when my sense said to me chose this place.

“Hmmmm, I’ve just got a surprise today, have I not?” A side of their lips lift into a smirk. 

“Welcome to the show. I am your host today, pleasure of mine to serve you all.”

Their head bows at us a little before continue to introduce the event.

I can’t wait what’s going to happen.

Taehyung POV.

Oh?

A private...show.

I look at the host who begins their performance. Changing the playlist, the lighting also changes. 

Their finger tips start tracing the bottles in front of us, choosing an opening drink. Their hands move like they are casting the spell. 

Long and lean fingers.

I wonder if it will fit my hands perfectly when I grip on them and lock them tight.

‘Jimin, you really choose the right place.’ I praise my friend in my own mind.

Hoseok POV.

What a sight...those figure.

Just the way they move has already spin my head. I didn’t expect they alone can control our mind like this. 

I can sense everyone thirst. Jimin keeps staring their eyes while Taehyung staring their hands. 

For Namjoon, Jin hyung and Yoongi hyung, they are the best when it comes to concealing emotions. However, Jin hyung and Namjoon body couldn’t lie. The two of them sweat a little already.

For Jungkook and I, I know we fascinated on the same thing, their dance. Jungkook tries his best to calm his engine.

Aish...there we go.

Their body roll along with the beat before giving a last firm shake. 

What will it be to have them under my body and do the trick?

Jungkook POV.

Jimin hyung...

I was about to curse him a moment ago when I saw an empty lounge.

God...I am so wrong. The way they move along while making our drinks has already made me daze. I know Hoseok hyung feels what I feel. 

That last body roll makes it worse.

“Welcome drinks for you, gents.” They gently put down the glasses on the counter before pouring the drink. 

I didn’t think I am that thirsty, but when the drink finishes, I immediately grab on it.

“Woh woh woh, calm down.” Their hand slaps onto mine, catch us by surprise especially me.

“Calm you horse or you won’t experience the best.”

Their eyebrow lift while their mouth grins widely.

Ah...such a tease.

Jin POV.

They easily make Jungkook wrap around their finger. 

Our cocky bastard becomes a lap dog? I didn’t expect today I will witness a sight of Jungkook looks so submissive. 

‘Jimin, thanks for the revenge.’ I think to myself. This guy keep saying I am to submissive to the prey when actually it is the opposite.

I am being pretty and submissive to lure them. At least, before I get them onto my bed.

“Don’t mind him. The boy is being thirsty. Tonight, he didn’t drink ‘anything’ yet.” I emphasise the word ‘anything’ to annoy the youngest. 

There..there...Jungkook, my revenge for the last time you comment me.

“No need to rush. The night is still young. You guys gonna get all the drink you want since you pick our highest package...”

And all of sudden, the host turn to me.

“I will make sure you drink ‘everything’ from the bar.” They smirk.

Lub dub.

Yoongi POV.

When I enter with no one around here, I somehow felt relief. It has been a while that we hang out without girls or guys grind on us and beg for attention, to get fuck.

However, everything changes when the host start their solo show.

How they move,

how they tame almost all of us make tonight getting interesting. I get to see Jimin and Taehyung being horny easier than usual. Hoseok tries his best to be calm. Jungkook becomes submissive. 

And Jin hyung finally find his match. That guy sits there, flutter right now.

When the drink finally done, I gulp down a whole shot. Feeling the burn inside my neck makes me satisfied.

The soon as I put my glass down, they refill mine.

“Extra shot on the house since you are being nice and quiet.” I see the rest look between me and Namjoon. Their eyes stares me down. 

Jealous much. I look into thier eyes and gulp the drink slowly to tease them.

Let’s the game begin. This one is going to be mine.

Y/n POV.

Ok, I’m in control right now, I think? 

I look among seven of them while they enjoy their drink. Two men at my right, comparing to the others, seem calm and compose so I give them an extra shot to spice thing up.

It seems like the guy at the end of my counter is suppose to be the hardest to impress. Or, maybe, he conceals his emotions too well.

“Well, let’s move on to the next stage.” I shuffle the golden deck in my hand. 

Shff...shff...glck.

With a final tap, I spread the card onto the counter.

“Choose your drink.”

I observe their actions. They all cooperate with my show which is good. At least, now I know I still have their attention. 

I feel relieve that we are nearly coming to the half of my performance and no one make a reqeust yet. 

I hope it will be like this till the end because it will help my stress self relax a bit.

“Now, lay down your card and let me see what you’ve got.”

Namjoon POV.

A bartender being witchy?

Well, I like this mysterious host.

Hearing her footsteps, a strong firm set of sound has already made me wonder how would they entertain us. 

Then the next thing was they started the show, solely by themselve. 

With her moves, the veltvet shirt that hug their figure nicely, and those sweat talks completely heats up the room. And I dare to say, the feeling I have right now is mutual to all of us.

They didn’t let us down.

I don’t pay much attention to the card since I can drink anything. Their performance is the only thingi care. And I am so eager to get them tonight.

I flip open the nearest card that I can reach. 

“Ooohhh la la, the emperor. I’’ve just found my majesty.”  The others look at me, burning me with their curious yet jealous. 

Guess this is my lucky night.

They offer their hand in front of me. As a gentleman, I grip onto her hand lightly. 

‘Honey, soft and smooth skin.’ My mind is racing as I discover another things that I like about them.

“What can I do to please my emperor? Command me, your majesty.” They stare at me while asking the question. 

Did I tell you yet that I like someone praise me and being submissive?

Author POV.

Namjoon reads the vibe in the room. He knows well what his friends want right now. Theirs eyes are burning with envy. This is his chance to step up his game.

“Dance on the counter for me, princess. Make my drink while you tease us.” 

Namjoon smirks when he finishes his command, making the other six sit straight. Their body now react according to their instinct and thirst, nothing else.

“I see. My majesty is a kind heart man.” 

Y/n strech themselve for a few minutes, preparing their body for another exlusive show. Finishing the warm up, they start unbutton their shirt a bit and change into their favourite high heels.

Clack..clack..clack...

Y/n stop their step  in front of Namjoon, making the man lean back to give them space. 

“Choose your song.” Namjoon tap a few time until he finds his favourite tune.

As the melody fills the air, they start the performance. Tracing the glasses, making a little clinging sound. Then they flip the glass up before filling it with the first ingredient.

When the ingredient finally ready, Y/n step onto the counter. Their golden eyes stare down seven men in front of her. 

Starting off at the center, they approach the first pair, Taehyung and Jimin. The two are beyond satisfied as Y/n show their move and lean toward them. However, immediately move away as they about to touch.

“Only look. No touching.” They wink before moving on to the next pair.

Hoseok and Jungkook taps their feet while gently grooving with the beats. Seeing their customers eagerness to join the floor, Y/n whisper something to them.

“All you do is ask him.” Jungkook eyes immediately sparkle. Now, he doesn’t care about his pride. Just to join them, he can even go down on his knees and beg.

“Namjoon hyung, let me dance with her.” His request make Jin chuckle. 

“And look who is so eager and submissive.” Jin comment, making Jungkook hiss. 

Namjoon just nod as a reply, letting the youngest join his host. Y/n, being a tease like Namjoon’s command, start grinding light onto Jungkook body. The man fight her back by buckle his hip up a bit.

Only their clothes are the barrier between their body.

For awhile, Y/n and Jungkook has a dance battle until the time is up. Y/n move forward and approach the oldest pair. 

“Sadly, you didn’t get to drink everything. Ask my majesty and maybe he will allow you to have something.” Yoongi smirk at the sight. 

‘Someone has finally won Jin hyung.’ He thinks to himself.

Y/n POV.

The vibe is nice.

I can sense that one by one getting high. I sniff their sense in lightly before starting toperform. I choose to approach the first pair on the right since their body is ready for me to ‘drink’.

Taking enough, as they about to touch me, I quickly move on to the next pair. 

“Only look. No touching.”

Seeing they have already enjoyed the music, I then take a chance to lure one of them out. My plan is successful without a doubt. Him dancing along with me chrage my energy up to the fullest.

“Time’s up.”

I continue to perform until I arrive in front of my emperor. 

I lock my eyes with him as I give a last shake to his drink. I make sure to capture his attention so that he won’t notice his surrounding.

“And that’s your drink, your majesty.” I lit the flame onto the surface.

As he drinks, his scent change into something sweet. 

That is a sign for me to sip my last drink.

“Uhh...that was strong.” His eyes start flutter. However, he is trying his best to fight it.

“Can I have my second request?” He asks me despite his consciousness start to diminish.

“Yes.” I answer sweetly. I can feel myself getting more eager. My trueself start to come out slowly. 

“Be our host, only us.” 

I chuckle at his request. He looks last and confuse with my reaction. I then trace my hand along his face before stopping at his neck.

“If only you remember tonight.” I inhale his scent in.

Author POV.

“How was the new supplier?”

Y/n walk out of the dressing room. Seeing their boss, they smile.

“They’re great. They even ask me to be their private host.” Madam chuckle.

“I see, you went all out. If you like, I will make sure to set them up to you again.”  Y/n seems to please at what her boss offer. 

If their new suppliers were that sweet and juicy, who are they to deny such a wonderful offer.

“Deal. I will give you 30/70 split this time.” They throw on their coat, ready to leave the place.

“Oh, set them a place to sleep. I take too much this time. bye.” 

Y/n point at the room. Madam take a glance through the glass window and witness seven body pass out on the counter. A few piece of their clothes scatter around the place.

“Go call the doctor for me.” Madam call the guards to the room and let them take care her guests.

“Huh...this devil...hope they didn’t die yet...”

Author note : This has been sleeping in my draft for so long. I finally have time to write. Thanks to my excitement toward october, I finish the rest in one go. A few days left before we enter halloween month.👻

Bts Hybrid Drabble : You are my pur(rrr)pose. (Bts rapline)

Summary : Your beautiful plan for a vacation got crashed. Suddenly you got a call back to your hometown as the heir of your grandfather’s will. Accepting your fate, little do you know what is waiting for you.

Author POV.

glluck.cluck.cluck...

cluck.

A final sound ends as the sound’s owner stops making the noise. Y/n with your two suitecases stands in front of the antique yet elegance mansion. Seeing it standing tall behind the large floral garden brings back lots of memory.

‘Sorry that I’m late.’ 

You mumble with yourself. You has been planning to come here on your next vacation as a surprise. 

However, your grandfather is faster.

He got you this time. 

“So there’s only...me?” A lawyer nods as a reply to your question. 

“He only put you as the only heir of the will. As his final wish, you will be the next successor of his business and the owner of this mansion.”

You look around as you can’t believe what you have heard. 

The successor.

The owner.

"Please, sign these papers.” You do as the lawyer says. 

“Is there anyone here? Like...maids...butlers?” You ask in curiosity while reading through the documents.

“No, except your grandfather’s men. As the will mentioned, they’ll now become your employees. In a minute, they’ll be here.” 

A silence engulps the rest of conversation. You start walking around the living room. 

It hasn’t change. The family’s painting, the decorations and the furnitures still stay in their place just like in your memory. 

And your favourite spot...window frame.

“Grandpa, look...butterfly.” You tapped lightly onto the glass. Your grandfather then giggled before picking you.

“Then let’s play with them outside, shall we?” 

A flashback makes your mouth lift into a smile, despite tears brimming your eyes. 

Everything is too sudden.

Y/n POV.

I have been waiting those gentlemen for hours now. Well, it isn’t like I am mad at them. 

I just..want to see new faces to erase my sorrow.

Sounds a little weird, right?

However, everywhere my eyes land, my mind will bring back the memory. And, with what happened, I just can’t take it.

“We were having a little trouble. Sorry.” 

“Get in, the new owner is waiting.” 

As I hear a lightly conversation behind the door, I turn back and take a look. I can see a glimpse of my guests. 

They are all dress up formally. If that is because of me, I feel a little bit sorry toward them. They shouldn’t be in those suits and coats during the summer time.

The enormouse wooden barriers finally open, revealing my guests. Three tall figures step foot into the living room with a mystic aura. Their gaze are piercing mine, making me tense up a little.

Despite me being their boss, their presences make me rethink about it.

“This is Miss Y/f/n Y/l/n. They are going to be the next successor and the new owner of the property.” The lawyer introduces me.

The three of them suddenly bow.

“No...no don’t...I’m sure you must be around my age or maybe older than me. Please, just treat me like a normal guest.” I quickly bow in return.

My action seems to surprise them. I rise up and continue the conversation.

“It’s nice to meet you guys. From now I’ll be in your care.” I speak with a smile, trying my best to not look so nervous.

One of them then approach me and take my hand. Having one firm handshake, he starts introducing himself.

“I’m Hoseok Jung. On my left is Yoongi Min and my right is Namjoon Kim. It’s our pleasure to finally meet you. Master talks about you a lot.” 

Hearing that somehow makes me relax and curious at the same time.

Grandpa, what have you told them?

“I must leave now. Have a good day, ms.Y/n.” And with that, the lawyer leaves.

Huh...I hope we will get along well, the four of us.

Author POV.

2 hours ago

“I...hate paper work.” Hoseok stretches his arms and yawns.

“You know we all didn’t expect this to happen.” 

Yoongi looks at the younger friend through a rearview mirror. Next to guy, Namjoon reads through some files before signing them.

“Namjoon, leave the file there before they ruine your eyes.”

“Joonie loves work. Joonie won’t do as hyung says.” 

Hoseok replies playfully to Yoongi. He mimics baby voice while talking to purposely annoys Yoongi.

“Hoseok, you know how much I hate that voice of yours.”

“Awe...you hate me?” He continues.

Yoongi sighs and focus on the road again. The work at the company has already drained his energy. 

“When the death anniversary comes, I will burn all the work in front of his grave. That old man leaves behind too much work.” Namjoon mumbles.

“Don’t let me start on that. He really dumped the rest of project on us.” Hoseok whines.

“It likes he knows what will happen to him. He has been acting out of his character for months. Taking less work, asking us to take days off...”

“Yeah, right. He even asked whether we want to quit our job or not.” Hoseok adds.

“And then this happen. He puts us in the will to work for his grandchild.” 

Namjoon finally joins the conversation, closing the folder in front of him. Hoseok eyes lit up and suddenly asks his friend.

“What do you think about Miss Y/n? Will they be like grandpa?”

“No matter who they are, I hope master at least tell her about us, or they won’t...”

“handle us well.” Namjoon finishes Yoongi’s sentence.

Y/n POV.

“Huh...water...” 

I murmure while walking along the corridors. I am too lazy to flick open the lights or even find the switches. At least, there is moonlight beaming through the windows.

“Oh...hi.” I notice someone is standing around the counter. I am not sure who is he so I don’t call the name out.

“Can’t sleep?”

‘Oh, it’s Yoongi.’ My mind immediately call the name as it recognizes his voice.

“I’m just thirsty. Sorry if I make you startle.”

“Not a big deal. Hoseok is worst than you, trust me.”

Yoongi takes a sip of his coffee. He then turns back and grabs another cup.

“If you want, I can make you something. Coffee, tea, milk or cocoa? ” 

“Water is fine.” 

Yoongi’s presence is something. When they were together in the afternoon, they looked intimidate. But now, his presence brings calmness.

With the relax atmosphere, our conversation starts and flows better than our first meeting. As he asks about me, I asks about him, his friends and my granfather.

“And...” He is about to tell the story when the entire room lights up.

With the bright light in the room, I finally see Yoongi clearly...

Sssppp.

I gasp as I notice something. A black pair of animal ears twitch on his head as a tail swings slowly behind him. 

“Oh, it’s you two.” I turn around. I then meet with the other two who step inside the kitchen with alike form.

They have animal ears and tails.

How?

“Guys...what...how...” I point at their head and trace down to their tails.

“Ooopsie...we’ve been exposed.” Hoseok grins while Namjoon shakes his head in disapproval.

“Hoseok, what have you done?” Yoongi speaks while gritting his teeth.

“Uhhh....can you...explain...” I ask, catching their attention.

“That old man really...huh, fine. Let us introduce ourselves again. Here’s a clouded leopard hybrid, Hoseok Jung. Our oldest brother, a pallas cat hybrid, Yoongi Min. And, a jaguar hybrid, Namjoon Kim.” 

Namjoon sarcastically reintroduce him and his friends one by one.

Hybrid?

Grandfather, I utterly lost to you this time.

Your surprise...really got me.

Author’s note: It’s been a long break. I finally have some time to be here and write this. This part is just the beginning. I’ll write a full story soon, but I might not upload here.  I hope this entertain you well. Thanks for reading. See you next time.

Bts OS : In your eyes... In my... Series (Busan line)

A/n note : It has been awhile. First of all, thanks for all the likes on other posts, depite me being on haitus. I hope you will enjoy this brandnew series.

To all of you...who lost your confident in yourself.

📷In your eyes..., In my lens... (JJK)📷

She believes that she is just an ordinary girl. However, he believes she is special in his eyes. To make her believe his point of view, he uses a camera and his skill to capture her beauty.

“I don’t know who am I in your eyes, but you are the most beautiful person in my lens.”

🪞In your eyes..., In my mirror... (PJM)🪞

She is just an ordinary girl who wants to achieve her dream. With no one believes in her, she keeps her talent to herself. Little does she know, she actually has someone who roots for her. 

“You look into the mirror for too long to remember the passion in your eyes when you first saw yourself in it.” 

Finishing the whole mv, I realize this isn't jhope. Who. the. hell. is. he?

j-hope ’MORE’ Official MV

Moodboard : Moonchild (Bts Maknae line)

Even though the moon isn’t our goddess,

We worship her like one.

She gives us the power.

She grants us the sight.

She shines us the light.

She is the only hope in our life,

our hopeless life that have been wonder in nothing but darkness.

Raising our bloody hands,

Her name left our bloody mouths,

As we pray for her to be alive.

To be a living creature.

Even if we can offer nothing,

When selene step down from her throne,

We vow to give her anything and everything.

| choose your side |

- coming soon -

He’s dark angel. Dark but still angel...

i think my soul just evaporated

ayo, NA♡GI

jungkook, the living embodiment of euphoria ♡ 

Weekend with Miniminimoni.

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Moodboard : Moonchild (Bts Hyung line)

The moon is our goddess.

Our kind knows best.

She is the mother of our nature.

She gives us lives.

She brings us partners.

She is the source our of abundance.

All story of her greatness can’t be told in one day.

However, there is one prophecy.

The legend of her becomes alive.

Our kind manifests for this one.

Howling like a prayer pray for the god.

If there is a way for making the prophecy into the reality,

To show it isn’t just a fairytale,

We vow to do everything.

Everything even if it costs our lives.

| choose your side |

- coming soon -

Is he trying to run the band alone🤣

he’s full of passion 🎺 [cr. moajmjk00]