BTS Song Drabble : High Enough (Ot7)

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.👻

Finishing the whole mv, I realize this isn't jhope. Who. the. hell. is. he?

j-hope ’MORE’ Official MV

He’s dark angel. Dark but still angel...

i think my soul just evaporated

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.

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?

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