Moodboard : Moonchild (Bts Hyung Line)

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 -

✨ 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

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.

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.

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