To De-stress After A Long Day At Work, Or Just A Long Day In General, I Like To Listen To ASMR Videos;

To de-stress after a long day at work, or just a long day in general, I like to listen to ASMR videos; especially ones that are meant to help you fall asleep. But I recently just found a Japanese ASMR YouTuber and I have never had a better experience before!

Brain completely off. Only good sounds and good vibes here ☺️

We’re Dripping In It

Chapter 19: Heartbeat

When Jungkook returned to Namjoon’s penthouse, he was still chuckling at the thought of how Professor Chan would have reacted to being replaced not even a week after he had died. There hadn’t even been a proper mourning period at the campus, apparently he wasn’t just disliked by the students. The Dean of the school had said one small word about his passing during the morning announcements, but that was all the acknowledgement the man got for his twenty years at Hybe University.

The couple rings that Yoongi had handed him before he left had burned a hole in his pocket as he thought about them all day. Having them in his hand made the fact that he had to give them to Namjoon all the more real. His stomach bubbled with nerves as he set his backpack down on a kitchen chair before walking over to Namjoon’s office.

He fidgeted as he stood in front of the dark oak door before placing a hesitant knock against it.

“Come in,” Namjoon called and looked up as Jungkook stepped into the room, he scrunched his brow as Jungkook shuffled into the room and sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. “Should I be worried? You knocked this time.”

Jungkook scratched the back of his head, “Just a bit nervous, you don’t have to accept them. I probably should’ve asked if you even wanted something like this. Please don’t think I’m trying to pressure you into anything that you might feel is too soon and…”

“Jungkook-ah,” Namjoon cut into Jungkook’s ramblings. “Little one, breathe.”

Jungkook took a deep breath, looked at Namjoon’s steady face and pulled the ring box out from his pocket. Placing it on Namjoon’s desk he whispered, “Yoongi-hyung had his jeweler make them and Tae helped me pick the design.”

Namjoon picked up the ring box and opened it, he sucked in a breath as he stared down at the two silver rings in the black velvet. They were a simple matching set, thin and delicate, with a single red line of metal wrapped around the silver.

Jungkook chewed on his lip ring as Namjoon blinked down at the rings, “They’re couple rings. The red line was inspired by the Red String of Fate, I thought it might be fitting considering how we met. Do you like them?”

Namjoon blinked again and looked up at Jungkook, he opened and closed his mouth for a moment.

“Do you… hate them?” Jungkook squeaked, twisting his fingers together in his lap.

“Fuck no!” Namjoon burst out with a violent shake of his head. “No baby, I love them. It’s just… no one has ever… gotten me something like this before.”

Jungkook smiled widely and reached onto the desk, he picked up the ring box and took out the larger of the two rings form inside. He took Namjoon’s left hand into his and slid the ring onto his pointer finger. He smiled wider as he looked at how well it suited Namjoon’s long fingers.

Namjoon reached over and plucked the smaller ring out of the box. He took Jungkook’s left hand into his and slid the ring onto his pointer finger as well. They intertwined their ringed fingers, connecting the red string between them.

“It’s perfect, Jungkook-ah.” Namjoon whispered, then chuckled. “I’m sorry to say what I have to give to you in return isn’t something new.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything Namjoon,” Jungkook said as Namjoon pulled a box off the floor and placed it on the desk.

“More like returning something you lost,” Namjoon corrected, sliding the box closer to him.

Jungkook looked at the box curiously before pulling the lid off, he gasped as he saw what lay inside of it. “How did you find it!? I thought Bangchan had it destroyed!”

Jungkook pulled out the leather jacket, Namjoon’s leather jacket. The thing that started everything and held it tightly to his chest. Namjoon smiled as Jungkook buried his face into the leather collar.

“My men found it while we were cleaning out the Stray Kids Gang’s warehouse. I had it cleaned and if you look at the collar, you’ll see the other surprise I have on it.” Namjoon explained, taking the empty box off of his desk.

Jungkook pulled his face away from the leather jacket and looked down at the stitching that laid at the back collar. Where there used to just be a little ‘RM’ stitched in white lettering, there now sat ‘RM & JK’ and underneath that read ‘To Keep Us Warm Till The Spring Comes Again’.

“Oh Namjoon,” Jungkook whispered, looking up at the man with teary eyes. “I love it, thank you.”

“Of course baby,” Namjoon grinned, glancing down at the ring on his finger. “I still think I got the better gift out of the pair of us.”

“Buy me a puppy and we’ll call it even.” Jungkook teased, hugging the leather jacket to his chest happily.

“What breed do you want?” Namjoon asked, chuckling when Jungkook starts to protest his seriousness on wanting a dog at the moment. Namjoon leans his head into his hand and stares at Jungkook lovingly, listening as he starts to ramble on about all the research he’s done on proper dog training.

Saturday Morning

“Baby, I can’t just call the leader of NCT Dream Circinate and tell them I can’t make my meeting because my boyfriend wants to go out on a date.” Namjoon says gently as Jungkook pouts at him.

“What good is being the most powerful man in South Korea if you can’t have one day off?” Jungkook counters, ignoring Jimin’s snicker at the end of the table as he stares at Namjoon.

Namjoon pursues his lips and glances at Yoongi for support, he only gets a shrug in response from the man.

“Even I have a day off Namjoon-ah,” Yoongi drawls and gives Namjoon a sly smile. “I’ve been telling you for years to have a day for yourself, maybe Jungkook-ah will actually force you to do that. Quality time is important for a growing relationship, you know.”

Jungkook smiles smugly at Namjoon’s defeated sigh.

“I’ll make you a deal, little one.” Namjoon says, reaching for Jungkook’s hand and running his thumb over their ring on his finger. “I can’t blow off this meeting, but I can move my Sunday one to today. I can give you all of tomorrow, how does that sound?”

Jungkook narrows his eyes, “You promise, I’ll get you all to myself tomorrow?”

Namjoon gulps and licks his lips as he nods, letting out a shaky breath when Jungkook hums happily and returns to eating his food. His eyes narrow down the table as snickers from the rest of the men sound through the room.

“Don’t you all have somewhere to be?” Namjoon scolds, only to receive chuckles in response as they all turn back to their own plates of food and conversions with the person sitting next to them.

Namjoon huffs and rolls his eyes as he stands from the table, “One of these days I’m just going to fire all of you, the level of disrespect I’m getting in this house is unreal.”

“We already have a new boss to take your place!” Jimin teases, patting Jungkook’s shoulder as Namjoon glares at him. “I think Jungkook-ah would do a much better job than you anyway.”

“Probably,” Namjoon mutters, placing a kiss onto Jungkook’s forehead before heading towards his office. “You better treat your new boss well then, he’s dead broke though so you can forget your paycheck this month.”

“Wait! Leader-hyung, I was joking!” Jimin yelled, scrabbling out his chair to follow after Namjoon’s retreating back. The rest of the table laughed as they watched Jimin pitter behind their leader’s long stride, muttering apologies and clutching his hands together with his pleads for his paycheck.

“Way to stick it to the man, Jimin-ah,” Jungkook teases, when the door to Namjoon’s office is promptly closed in Jimin’s face. “It’s so good to see where your true loyalty lies.”

Jimin huffs as he returns to his seat and pulls his plate of food to himself, “I was going to buy some new oil for my guns, the good stuff. I hope hyung was just joking about my paycheck.”

Jungkook snorts at Jimin’s pout and pats his shoulder consolingly, “I’ll put in a good word with my boyfriend for you, Jimin-ssi.”

Yoongi chuckles at the pair as he sets down his mug of coffee, “What is your plan for today then, Jungkook-ah?”

Jungkook blinks as he thinks about it, “I think I need to start getting my apartment together, I can’t live in barebones forever.”

He also needed better sheets for him and Namjoon to sleep on when he comes over, but Jungkook was not about to tell his hyung that.

Yoongi hums in agreement, “Would you be alright with Jin going with you? It’ll be good for him to get out of the house every now and then.”

Jungkook ignored Jin’s muttering of ‘I’m not a dog’ as he looked at his hyung, “Do I need to be worried about him trying to escape?”

“I’m not going to escape!” Jin protests, still being ignored as Yoongi shakes his head at Jungkook.

“We’ll have a guard go with you and he still has the ankle monitor on, lucky for us Tae finally finished his design on it. He won’t be able to get that off as easily as previous ones.” Yoongi says, taking a long sip of the fresh coffee his husband places in front of him. “If you don’t feel comfortable going with a guard you don’t know, I can have Jimin’s schedule moved around so he can go with the pair of you today.”

Jungkook looks over at Jimin, who smiles widely at him and clutches his hands together as he says, “I would do anything to get out of this meeting, Jungkook-ah. Please say yes.”

Jungkook stares at him for a beat before nodding, Jimin cheers and hugs Jungkook before dashing off to his room to change out of his pajamas. Jungkook looks back at Yoongi, “If it’s not too much trouble, I’d rather have Jimin-hyung with me. I know I’ll have to meet some of your other men eventually and I’m sure you trust them but…”

Yoongi raises a hand to stop, “You never have to apologize to me, Jungkook, on what makes you feel safe. There will come a day where you won’t need any of us to do that for you, but for now we do it happily.”

“Thank you hyung,” Jungkook whispers, smiling as the man passes him and ruffles his hair affectionately. Taehyung follows closely after and places a kiss on Jungkook’s forehead before following behind his husband into Namjoon’s office.

Jungkook tries to ignore the eyes of his brother following him as he makes his way into the kitchen with piles of dishes. As he works at the sink Jin comes to his side and leans against the counter while he works.

“I have to admit something to you, Jungkook.” Jin says quietly, Jungkook hums in acknowledgement but doesn’t stop washing the plates in the sink and placing them on the drying rack. “It wasn't mom and dad’s money that I was sending you for school, it’s never been their money.”

Jungkook turns off the tap and looks over at his brother in confusion, “What do you mean, hyung? Whose money was it?”

Jin hangs his head as he looks down at the floor, “Mine. It was my money from all the jobs I could get, mom was sucking us dry on her cocaine addiction. That’s why I was never home. I had to work night and day just to send a bit of money to keep you in school and keep mom out of the drug pits.”

“Why didn’t you tell me hyung?” Jungkook whispers, clenching his fists in hand towel. “I had no idea about any of that. I thought you just left me. I thought I was alone.”

Jin nods, “I know, I was trying to protect you. I was trying to protect my little brother from a world I didn’t want him to be a part of. That was stupid of me and I’m sorry. I’m sorry for lying to you. I’m sorry for not being there when you needed me.”

Jungkook sniffs and leans his head against Jin’s shoulder, clutching to the bottom of Jin’s shirt with his finger tips. “You can’t take me away from here, Jin-hyung. I can’t leave my hyungs.”

“I know, I know,” Jin whispers, turning to pull Jungkook to his chest. Holding tight around his little brother’s shoulders as he shakes in his arms. “I know that now, Jungkook, I won’t. I promise I won’t, we’ll make it work with them. I’ll make it work.”

Jungkook hiccups as he clutches Jin’s chest in his arms, “You can’t leave me again, hyung. I need you too.”

Jin’s arms become like a vice around him and Jin lowers his head to rest on the crown of Jungkook’s. “I’m not going anywhere, they’ll have to kill me to take me away.”

The Jeon brothers clutched each other for a long beat before Jungkook slowly pulls away and wipes the tears off of his face.

“What made you tell me the truth today, Jin-hyung?” Jungkook asked, watching his brother wipe his own face clean of his tears.

Jin shrugs, “I talked to Hoba, he helped me put some things into perspective. I’m sorry for the expectations I put on you when it came to our parents, Jungkook-ah. I tend to forget that you didn’t grow up with them like I did, you had an absentee father and a drug addict mother. Mom may have seemed in her right mind, but she wasn’t. I had no idea that she had kicked you out of the house, I would’ve come back if I did.”

“I had no idea mom even was a drug addict, how was she able to hide it from me for so long?” Jungkook asked, thinking back over his childhood memories for any sign he may have missed.

Jin sighs, giving Jungkook a long look, “I know I wasn’t home very often, especially after you settled at school in Seoul but I was able to keep mom’s addiction controlled. I had to go back to company business to get better money and drugs for her, she would have just gone to any drug pit if I wasn’t her supplier. I tried to get her sober for years, but she was too broken-hearted over killing dad, so I never succeeded. We had a deal for her using, you would never know. I never wanted you to know about her addiction.”

Jungkook tilts his head, “So if she wasn’t really all there, how did she send me school in Seoul? And have you drive me and check over me everyday?”

Jin rubs the back of his neck, “I lied about mom sending you, I did that. I didn’t want you in Busan anymore, after what happened with that school gang. I drove you myself so I could check the area until I knew it was safe for you to go on your own. And I wanted to make sure you weren’t getting in any more fights.”

“Did she really die from a brain tumor, hyung? Or was that a lie too?” Jungkook asks softly, crossing his arms over his chest.

“It was a brain tumor, stage four brain cancer. I would never lie about that,” Jin answers.

Jungkook nodded, “I believe you hyung, do you understand why I didn’t come to the hospital while she was sick?”

Jin nods, patting Jungkook’s shoulder, “I understand, Kook-ah, and I’m sorry for the harsh words I said to you for it. I’m sorry about the conclusions I jumped to when you left to live in Seoul. How can we move forward from all this?”

“Leave the lies in the past,” Jungkook says firmly, spying Jimin hovering around the corner over Jin’s shoulder. “Let’s leave the harsh words and hard times in the past, I’ve forgiven you, we can leave it behind us. And we can move forward by helping me get my new apartment together!”

Jin chuckled as Jungkook skipped past him and joined Jimin’s side towards the elevator. He shook his head fondly as Jungkook waved for him to follow them and stepped forward in their direction with a wide smile on his face.

Saw a post that mind-boggled me a bit, so I think I’ll say this for anyone that needs to hear it.

You are working on actual writing by writing fanfiction.

Just because it’s not an “original work” doesn’t mean it’s not writing. You’re still creating scenarios that these characters have never been in, emotions they’ve never felt.

And personally, after a long day, I’d rather read your soft/whump/fluffy/comfort fic over a traditionally printed book any day.

You’re doing great!! Keep it up!

Writing a fic when you're uninspired:

*writes half a sentence* *checks tumblr; no updates* *checks discord; all servers; no updates* *goes back to doc* *re-reads last three sentences* *removes last half sentence written* Hmm I want some tea ... *makes tea* *checks tumblr again; one new post* *checks discord; all servers; no updates* *checks four latest opened tabs* *remembers an old fandom you haven't thought of in years; goes to AO3 to see if there are any good fics for it* *opens three new fic tabs* *remembers that you're supposed to be writing* *writes a sentence* I'm kinda hungry ... *checks cupboards and fridge for snacks* *remembers that it's ten pm and you shouldn't snack at this hour* *remembers that you made tea; it is now cold* *drinks cold tea* *re-reads last three sentences* *checks tumblr; no updates* *checks discord; all servers; no updates* *in desperation, checks twitter; it is a cesspool of evil so you check tumblr again; one update* *reblog* Hmm, I have too many tabs open ... *opens a random tab; it is a 70K fic with 1K worth of tags that you last visited three months ago* *reads fic* Four hours later: ... I should go to bed. *closes doc* Total words written: 44

We’re Dripping In It

Chapter 15: My Time

“So, what exactly happened to the Stray Kids Gang?” Jungkook asked as he moved about the kitchen, making some dinner while Namjoon sat at the counter working on some paperwork with his dark rimmed glasses perched on his face.

“Hmm,” Namjoon hummed in question, his hand not faltering from his steady writing as he listened to Jungkook repeat his question.

“I mean, how did you guys put a stop to them so easily? They seemed like a big group,” Jungkook said as he rinsed some chicken breast in the sink before setting it in a marinade sauce to soak while he worked on chopping some vegetables.

Namjoon chuckled, “They were actually relatively small for a company, only a hundred lackeys in all. And that included the eight that made up Bangchan’s Inner Circle. As to what happened to them, well Tae was relatively tame honestly. Nothing our doctors couldn’t fix, most are being integrated into our outside territories. None can be trusted in Seoul.”

Jungkook nodded as he pulled a cutting board out and started slicing some bell peppers, “Is that what you do with most gangs? Integrate them into yours?”

“Unfortunately no,” Namjoon states firmly, flipping a page over to start filling out the back. “The Stray Kids Gang was a bit of a special case, there was only a handful of men within it that was truly on Bangchan’s side. We were trying a new method of infiltration with them, instead of outright fighting the company head on we slowly replaced their men with our own.”

“Then if most of the men were yours, why were you so mad at Han when he was starting to turn on you?” Jungkook asked, moving to chop some green onions next.

“Han was the closest to Bangchan, one of his most trusted at the time, he had been undercover the longest. When he started to show signs of turning against us, we needed to move fast. He could have revealed our entire operation to him.” Namjoon explained, running a hand through his hair. “It wasn’t Bangchan knowing that worried us, it was our methods getting out. If even one man got word to the underground about our operation, we’d never be able to use it again. And there are much bigger companies we would need to use it on. The Stray Kids Gang was a test for that method.”

“What did you do with Bangchan? He obviously wouldn’t have fallen in line easily.” Jungkook pointed out, shivering slightly at the memory of the man’s cold eyes.

Namjoon nodded, “You’re right, he wouldn’t. Which is why we have him locked-up in the Voyage house.”

“Weren’t you just worried about Jin-hyung escaping that place,” Jungkook asked, pointing his chef’s knife at Namjoon as he spoke. “How do you know he’s not going to escape?”

Namjoon smiled serenely at him, unbothered by the sharp object pointed at his face. “Because Bangchan is not Seokjin, thank goodness, he hasn’t had the type of training that your brother has. And Seokjin knows that house like the back of his hand, he could escape in his sleep.”

“I suppose that is the difference between them,” Jungkook murmured in agreement, returning his blade to the cutting board to chop some lettuce. “Does it bother you that I’m questioning your decisions about these things?”

Namjoon’s pen paused and he looked at Jungkook seriously through his lenses, “No it doesn’t, it honestly makes me happy that you feel like you can challenge me about these things. Even if you don’t understand all the reasons why I’m doing it, but that’s only because you don’t have all the information like I do. I hope it's not too bold of me to say, but I want you to be my partner Jungkook, not my subordinate when you join my company. I’ll always want to hear your opinion on things.”

Jungkook felt his cheeks heat with pleasure at Namjoon’s honesty, he smiled softly as he gazed at the man across from him. “I’ll continue asking then, you’ll get sick of my questions eventually.”

“Never,” Namjoon promised, smiling back before returning to his paperwork.

Jungkook chuckled as he placed all of his chopped vegetables into separate bowls before pulling the chicken out to chop it into small, bitesize cubes. “What exactly is involved in the training for your crew?”

“It’s actually pretty similar to military training,” Namjoon started to explain but paused when a thought occurred to him, he looked up at Jungkook. “Have you done your military service yet?”

Jungkook shook his head, meeting Namjoon’s gaze. “I’ve been waiting for my letter to arrive for the last two years, but it hasn’t.”

Namjoon clicked his tongue, “Well, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. If you end up at least starting our version of boot camp before you leave for your service, you’ll be more than prepared for it.”

Jungkook nodded as he placed the cubed chicken back into the marinade and started washing his hands. “Did you do your military service already?”

Namjoon nodded and chuckled at Jungkook’s quiet murmur of ‘no wonder you’re so buff’. “I completed it as soon as I was of age. While my company doesn’t control anything to do with the military, you could say we have a certain influence to speed things up. Most of my men go through their military service immediately after passing our training, we don’t need them being called to serve in the middle of a mission.”

“Would you do that for me?” Jungkook asked, wiping his hands on a dish towel before starting to pull out various pots and pans.

“If you’d like,” Namjoon said softly, pulling a different stack of papers over to him. “I can start the process of claiming your records from them tomorrow. Even if you choose not to go through our training, you can at least choose when you will serve your military time.”

“If you keep doubting that I’ll go through on becoming part of your crew, I’ll throw this knife at you.” Jungkook threatened, pointing the chef knife at him.

“Violence is very sexy on you, baby.” Namjoon chuckled, not even glancing up from his papers. Jungkook rolled his eyes as he continued making their dinner, he was just starting to heat the oil after starting the rice maker when Jin walked into the kitchen.

Namjoon didn’t even glance at the man as he sat down in the stool next to him and started looking over the papers across the counter.

“You’re still fighting the drug cartels, Namjoon-ah, it’s been two years.” Jin scolded, flicking through various papers with his crooked fingers. The cast on his left wrist not hindering his movements at all. “They still won’t come to an agreement.”

Namjoon hummed as his pen continued to flow over the page in front of him, “They haven’t liked our changes to the contract they’ve given us.”

“Too many loopholes to benefit them, I guess.” Nodding when Namjoon hummed in agreement. “Why aren’t you just plowing them over and demanding their cooperation?”

Namjoon gave Jin a swift look before returning his gaze back down as he flipped another page over.

“Ah, I forgot.” Jin hummed in amusement. “You’re a pacifist, would rather try and talk to them for two years instead of just beating them bloody.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes and set his pen down, fixing a look at Jin. “Do you know how well connected the NCT Gang is?”

“Here we go again, I have not missed your lectures.” Jin muttered under his breath, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at Namjoon.

“They are the largest and oldest drug dealers in history, most of the drugs around the world come from them. They have the largest underground manufacturing plant in the world. If I knew where it was, I’d have their operation in my hands before they could blink.” Namjoon states coldly, placing his linked hands on the counter. “It’s their most guarded secret, one I’m determined to know. So yes, I’ll continue arguing with their silly little contracts for another two years until they tell me.”

“What? Has Hoba lost his touch?” Jin scoffed, unfazed by Namjoon’s cold eyes. “Just sicc your big brother after him, I’m sure he’ll find their ‘secret lab’ in no time.”

“He’s tried, like I said it’s well hidden. There hasn’t been a record of its last location for fifty years.” Namjoon countered, sighing heavily as he dragged a hand down his face. “That's why I’m even entertaining their negotiations in the first place. Hobi needs more time to find it so we can make our move against them.”

Jungkook listened to all of this while he fried the chicken in the hot oil and sauteed the vegetables in some butter and spices.

“You make it sound like it's some lost treasure from a pirates movie,” Jin scoffed, rolling his eyes as Namjoon goes back to his paperwork. “Yah Jungkook-ah, are you sure you’re making that sauce right?”

Jungkook leveled a look at his brother over his shoulder, “Are you sure you’re allowed to judge my cooking skills? Don’t you have some soul searching to do, or maybe some meditation?”

Jin blinked, “Have you always been this sassy?”

Namjoon snorted when Jungkook simply stuck out his tongue as an answer before turning back to the stove top.

“How long do I have to wear this?” Jin asked as they sat down at the dining room table, lifting his leg to show off the ankle monitor on it.

“Until I can figure out how to wipe your memory of all the secrets you know,” Namjoon says with a smile, popping a piece of fried chicken into his mouth.

“You can’t put my brother into a coma, Namjoon,” Jungkook scolds before stuffing his face with a scoop of rice, humming happily as he chews it.

Jin blinks as he raises a scoop of food to his mouth, he looks over at Namjoon in shock. “You let him talk to you like that?”

Namjoon shrugs, “Why shouldn’t he? He’s my boyfriend, he can talk to me any way he likes.”

Jin opened his mouth then shrugged, stuffing his mouth with his scoop of food as he looked between the pair. His eyes narrow as he watches them pass small bowls of food to each other and as Namjoon opens a bottle of water for Jungkook, placing it in front of him before opening his own.

“You two,” Jin cuts in, making the couple look over at him as he points his chopsticks at them, “are way too cozy to have only dated for three weeks, what gives?”

Jungkook stared at his hyung in confusion, “I have no idea what you mean hyung.”

Jin narrows his eyes and opens his mouth to say something but the sound of the doorbell cuts him off.

“You don’t have a door, we came in through the elevator.” Jungkook says in confusion, looking over at Namjoon.

“It’s the intercom bell,” Namjoon explains, but doesn’t get up to see who it is. A moment later, Jimin comes around the corner. “You have the code Jiminie, why did you ring the bell?”

“Just wanted to make sure I wasn’t interrupting anything.” Jimin says slyly with a shrug, moving into the seat next to Jungkook and waving off the offer of food from him. “You asked to see me Namjoonie-hyung.”

Namjoon nodded, leaning back against his chair. “I want you to tell Jungkook what you found out about his BioChem professor.”

“Oh him,” Jimin says with an eye roll. “He was a real creep, Jungkook-ah, I don’t know how you put up with him.”

“I didn’t exactly have much of a choice,” Jungkook muttered, stuffing a piece of fried chicken into his mouth.

“Well he’s a class A creeper in more ways than one. His ‘tutoring’ session he tried to have you come to, was a cover for luring his students to his house.” Jimin explains, pulling out his phone and handing it to Jungkook. “He buried all of his victims under the foundation, most of them have been missing for the past few months but there are older bodies too. He’s been at this for a while.”

Jungkook swallowed thickly as he scrolled down the list of names and faces of the victims of his professor, some were young. Too young to be college students. “What did you do to him?”

Jimin hummed happily as he recounted, “I hung him by his intestines from his chandelier, then left an anonymous tip to the police. I think he finally died by the time they arrive on scene, whether it was from the blood loss or the choking we’ll never know.”

“It was probably the blood loss,” Jungkook says, setting the phone down and leaning back against his chair. “I assume you cut more than just his stomach to get to the intestines, shock would have entered the body as the blood left him. He probably wouldn’t have even felt his lack of oxygen.”

Jimin blinked, “I’ll remember that for next time then.”

Jungkook hummed as he tilted his head up to the ceiling, resting his head against the back of the chair. He crossed his arms over his chest, “If we find out another one of my professors is secretly a serial killer, I’m quitting school on the spot.”

Jin looks over at him, “You really think joining Namjoon’s company is going to be safer than staying at school?”

“Did the word safer come out of my fucking mouth, hyung?” Jungkook asked, not even moving to see the man blink in shock. “No, I don’t think it’ll be safer or easier or whatever the fuck you think I’d think it is. But at least I’d be informed upfront on who is trying to kill me and who isn’t.”

“Technically it would be safer,” Jimin cuts in, laying a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “You have the most powerful man in all of South Korea at your beck and call. Only the truly stupid would try and lay a finger on you.”

Namjoon placed his hand on the table top, offering it to Jungkook. Jungkook places his hand into it without hesitation, dropping his head to look at him. “No one can do anything to you without your permission, but if it’ll make you feel safer, I can have Hobi give you some light training while you are still at school. As much as I would love to hide you away from the world, I can’t. You might not have any family on the outside that would report your absence, but the school would. That’s one of the reasons why I want you to finish this semester.”

Jungkook nodded, “I didn’t even think about that. If Hobi-hyung has the time, I’d like for him to train me a bit.”

“He’ll make time for you,” Namjoon promised, placing a kiss on his knuckles. “Jimin, can you keep an eye on Seokjin?”

Jimin nodded as Namjoon led Jungkook out of the room, up the stairs, and into a pair of double doors at the far end of the balcony walkway. Jungkook doesn’t even glance around the large room, as soon as he clocks the large bed, he shuffles over to it. He kicks off his house shoes and scoots inside the covers, laying across the mattress on his stomach.

He hears Namjoon shuffle behind him for a moment before joining him on the bed. Jungkook sighs as Namjoon lays against his side, his heavy, warm weight across him like a weighted blanket. Namjoon presses his forehead against the back of Jungkook’s neck, his breath hits his skin with a warm waft sending goosebumps down his spine.

Jungkook lays his hand over Namjoon’s on his stomach and closes his eyes. As he drifts off to sleep the last thing he feels are Namjoon’s lips against the back of his neck.

Ended up writing my own fic based on my own dialogue prompt 😂

Dialogue prompt:

Character A: I would never put bruises on your knees like he does, sweetheart.

Character B, with a confused look on his or her face: I work in a dog kennel, these bruises aren’t for anybody!

Character A stares in disbelief before shuffling off awkwardly.