TOUCH - MAFIA BTS OT7 X READER [ONE]

TOUCH - MAFIA BTS OT7 X READER [ONE]

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summary: you have finally escaped the filthy jail you were made to grow up in as a guinea pig. on your way out, you bump into two members of south korea's most infamous mafia gang. stunned by the rather intriguing encounter with you, the younger one decides to bring you back to their home base in secret, only to have their plan foiled when the rest of the gang catches them red handed and the entire group unanimously decides what to do with the strange girl, which is you.

pairings: mafia bts ot7 x experimented human female reader

genre: mafia au | moderate? angst | romance | sci-fi | action | fluff

warnings: mentions of blood, verbal harassment, gun, and swearing.

word count: 6,933 (decided to combine two chapters from wattpad)

tags list: @juju-227592, @drunkzseok, @yourgirlcin, @babybunli, @xanny91, @bibetsa, @borahae-reads, @lalavione1309, @luvsbngtn, @tetehearts, @singukieee, @serendididy, @quixoticbittersweet, @iriaachan, @jksisbunntboy, @missseoulite (the tags that are strikethrough could not be tagged)

masterpost | intro + characters | two

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He speeds down the vacant corridors till he comes to a halt in front of her room. Well, that's what he likes to call it. Everyone knows it's more like a prison cell for you.

Within the 10 by 10-foot concrete box, there were no windows and only a single bed, a toilet, and a sink next to it. He swipes his key card quickly, unlocking the automated steel door. And as soon as it slides open, he rushes over to your sleeping body.

When he gently jerks you awake, your eyes flickered open. You glance about frantically till your gaze is drawn to him.

"It's okay, it's okay. It's just me." He coos at you quietly.

He gulps before speaking. "Listen, we don't have a lot of time."

You can only stare at him, as if asking for an explanation wordlessly, given your speech impediment.

"You're in danger, but I'm going to get you out of here. Y-Your father is taking things too far..."

"...You don't deserve any of this, you're supposed to live a normal life. And now is the time to do so." He digs into his pocket and pulls out a purple pendant chain necklace.

He stretches out his hands to your neck, causing you to flinch. "Don't worry, it won't hurt you."

You comply, allowing him to place the necklace around your neck. "Do not take this off, no matter what."

"Do you understand?" He locks his gaze with you. You nod, and although you can't say much, you can comprehend most sentences.

"Good. Let's go." He says as he gently grasps your hand and pulls you out of the grim box.

You both rushed through the halls, making a few different turns, just like he did earlier. "In about three minutes, they will check your room and the alarms will go off."

The pair of you stopped in front of another door. His personal lab, it was like his happy place, which was sickening. You step back, shaking your head at him, recognizing that door all too well.

As soon as he turns around and sees your reaction, his face softens. "Appa isn't in there. Don't worry, this is the only way out."

"I will never hurt you. Do you trust me?" He extends his hand once again.

You glance at his face, then at his hand, briefly, with hesitancy, before clutching it. The corner of his lips tugs upwards slightly, and he walks inside the room without hesitation.

The alarm goes off less than a second after he shuts the door behind him. You quickly curl into a ball, covering your ears, overwhelmed with fright and confusion.

He grabbed your shoulders and shakes you out of your distress, knowing you don't have much time left. "You've got to go now!"

You look up at him, tears brimming in your purple glowing eyes.

He sighs in guilt. "Stay here for a second." He sprints up to a single metal shelf, pushing it aside, revealing a small vent.

You notice the metal vent and tilt your head in curiosity. He swiftly turns around and approaches you. "You need to crawl in there. Continue straight until you see light at the opposite end."

"Kick the metal as hard as you can, and after you're out, run as far as you can away from here."

"Run until you see large buildings all around you and other people walking about like you." He explains.

You nod. "Okay."

"Repeat what I said."

"Crawl until I see light... Kick... Run far, look buildings... And people, like me...?" You reply.

"Good." He breaks off the metal and leads you inside. As you begin to crawl, voices can be heard outside the lab's door.

He panics and scrambles the metal frame onto the vent outlet. "Go!"

You watch for a minute while he covers the vent with the metal shelf from earlier, hearing the hammering against the door.

Fearing that they would find you, you begin crawling farther down the vent as he instructed. You soon found the light at the other end.

You shifted your body so that your legs are in front of you, recalling his words to yourself. After a forceful kick, you finally exit and run.

The words echo in your head, along with the emotions they evoked.

Run as far as you can...

Large buildings...

People... Like you...

After a time, you peer behind you, seeing the lab you grew up in from birth, gradually shrinking in your vision. You never understood why you had to do what Appa told you to do, and you never liked any of it.

But you couldn't resist because every time you tried, the consequences were worse.

Everything that passed you by was unfamiliar to you, and your interest in the outside world only grew. Were there people like you truly out there?

After an hour or two, you find yourself on the busy road's sidewalk, crowded with cars. Of course, you had no idea what it was called. Everything you looked at, whether it was vehicles zooming by you, birds flying in the sky, people strolling, dogs and cats walking with their owners, or green trees and other greenery, piqued your interest.

You raised your eyes to the large lettering mounted on the concrete bridge. You struggle to read it, your brow furrowed in concentration. "S-Seoul we-elcoome... you."

Another half-hour has passed, and you're now surrounded by the city life of Seoul. Large buildings all around, and people like you crowding the city streets, just as he said.

But this quickly became an issue since he forgot to consider that you had never interacted with so many people in your life, let alone be surrounded by thousands at one time.

Seoul was known for its congested sidewalks, where practically everyone walked with little personal space. Too often people brush up against each other, even collide, and don't even realize it.

As the panic in you slowly start to build up, people around you gave you weird looks while you continued to wander in the new environment you had discovered. But who wouldn't? A young girl, barefooted and clothed in nothing but a blue hospital gown and messy hair, was roaming around their beautiful metropolis.

You then suddenly sensed a bad aura, something bad was happening to someone. It was a result of all of your trials and experiments, that you're able to distinguish between bad and good emotions.

Although you couldn't express it properly in your own words, for obvious reasons, you were aware of what they were and the various outcomes that may come from them. But, of course, you still had a lot to learn, especially since you're in a foreign territory.

Following the negative energy, you begin to cross the road mindlessly, and as soon as you take a few steps, a loud car horn blares, followed by tires screeching.

As a man steps out of his car and violently shuts the door, you freeze in place. "What the hell lady?!"

"Are you crazy?!" He yells.

You look at him with a sweet yet blank expression on your face. "You... mad."

He scoffs. "The hell I am! What do you think?!"

"Can't you tell this isn't a crosswalk?!"

You tilt your head, a little perplexed. "Cross.. walk?"

His face turns red as he becomes increasingly agitated by you. "Are you fucking mental or something?!"

He clenches his jaw and inched closer to you.

"What the fuck are you even doing on the road?!" He spits in your face unknowingly, causing your head to recoil back at the contact.

You take a step back, uncomfortable with the man's close proximity. You returned your gaze to him, but it was quickly diverted by something else.

You fixed your eyes on a scene in which one man towers over another. It appears to be the source of the bad energy.

You walk past the enraged man in front of you without further thought, but your hair is immediately yanked backward. And you're thrown back, slamming onto the hard asphalt road, scraping your hand and elbow, making it bleed.

Inside a window-tinted black van, three men are sitting casually, as it moves. The chauffeur is dressed in a white long-sleeved dress shirt, a black suit vest, and a black bow tie. The two others sat together in the back.

If there was one thing you could say about these two men, it would be that they were really handsome and well dressed. They exuded such a powerful aura that simply being in the same room with them made you feel small and intimidated.

"I have a bad feeling about this... I don't think we've ever seen a case like this before." The man, clothed in a black leather suit jacket and graced with beautiful pink plump lips, rests his chin on his clasped hands.

Across from him, the man, who was dressed in a black long sleeve top with one sleeve cut off and a black harness over it, chuckles before taking a sip from his whiskey cup. "Well, it's not every day you find a bunch of missing medical supplies and laboratory equipment sold so abruptly and in large sums."

"But, why should it really concern us, Jimin Hyung?" He places his whiskey cup beside him.

Jimin directs his gaze at him. "Because it will leave innocent people suffering. Whoever is doing this is selfish, Jungkook."

Jungkook scoffs. "Welcome to the real world. Isn't this something we're used to?"

"That's not the point-" He sighs exasperatedly. He was about to open his mouth again when the van violently braked.

Since the pair wore no seatbelts, the jolt sent them sideways, landing on the floor of the van.

Jimin glares upfront. "What the fuck was that?!"

The chauffeur flinches as he realizes he's being addressed. "I-I'm sorry, sir, but s-someone suddenly stopped in front of us."

Moments later, all three of them heard muffled yelling from outside. Jungkook and Jimin exchanged a brief glance before the man in the leather suit jacket stood up and exited the vehicle.

"Wait- Mr. Park! I don't think-"

Jungkook flashed him a piercing stare that made the poor man gulp. "Just watch over the car." He then leaves and follows his Hyung.

The man who flung you on the asphalt is now looming above you. Fear began to set in, and your eyes glowed purple as he watched you steadily sit up, curiously putting your hands into view.

You start to self-heal yourself, seeing the blood spots leaking from your wounded skin. The man's eyes widen as he notices the changed form in your eyes.

"What the...?" He muttered, shifting back slightly.

His brows furrowed. "What the fuck! Y-you're a fucking freak!"

"She's a goddamn freak!" He shouts, pointing at you, drawing the attention of nearby onlookers.

Your eyes return to normal when your injuries completely healed, feeling profoundly confused by his comments. "... Freak...?"

"Did anyone see that! H-her eyes changed colors, s-she's a monster!" He looks around, as people slowly gathered around them.

You still sit there with her head tilted and the same innocent but vacant expression on your face. "What's.. a monster...?"

The man gave you a disgusted yet frustrated look. "You! That's exactly what you are!" He then rushes forward, almost grabbing you, causing you to flinch again from his sudden movements.

But before he could reach you, he's forcibly pushed back, causing him to stagger backward.

"What the hell?!" He regains his composure, finally focusing his gaze on the stranger who stopped him.

"I think you've done enough." The voice was smooth yet frighteningly authoritative.

"Who do you think you-" The man tries to fire back, but the stranger who pushed him only raises his brow as if daring him to finish his sentence.

That's when it dawned on him. This is a man he should not mess with. Casanova... One of seven members of their country's most notorious mafia gang.

"You know- It's one thing to raise your voice at a woman, but it's another thing to try put your hands on one. Especially an innocent one." He gives him a menacing stare.

The man gulps, struggling to maintain eye contact. "She's the one who walked into a busy road! She shouldn't be here in the first place!"

Before Jimin could respond, the man in front of him attempts to rush past him, chasing after you, who suddenly stands up and moves towards the scene you saw earlier. "Hey! Where do you think you're going, lady?!"

Jimin rolled his eyes and jerks the man back from his collar. "And where do you think you're going?"

The leather-suited man casts a sidelong glance at his dongsaeng. "Delta, go after her."

The dongsaeng obeyed him with a silent nod, leaving the two men on the road. Jimin then shifts his attention back to the man in front of him. "There is no excuse for abusing a helpless young woman. Shall I teach you a lesson?"

He smirks wickedly, sending chills down the man's spine. His expression changes to one of terror, and he trembles slightly when he realizes he has no way out. That's because no one dares to challenge the Bangtan Boys. Their business is their business, and no one is allowed to get in the way. Not even the police.

The man looks around desperately for anybody who is willing to help him. But, unfortunately, there isn't anyone. Nobody wants to, therefore they turn a blind eye to the situation.

Jimin laughs cynically. "No one will help you. You brought this on yourself."

"Come to think of it, I was just having a stressful day... But it appears that I've found a way to relieve my stress." He began taking perilous steps towards the defenseless man, while he in exchange, moves back.

Meanwhile, Jungkook jogs after the nameless young woman, which is you, being only a couple of feet behind. "Hey! Girl in the blue gown!"

You, as if in a trance, ignore Jungkook's calls and continues to travel toward the negative source you were sensing.

The unknown man, who towers over the other, slams him against a brick wall. At the same time, Jungkook had finally caught up to you, and the guy draws a gun.

You yell, overwhelmed by the negative energy. "No!"

The man catches sight of you, and then...

BANG!...

Your eyes are pressed tight, and your hands are covering your ears. You reopen your eyes to find a figure covering you. It's almost as though it's shielding you...

You raised your head, your gaze fixed on the stranger. Although you didn't know the words, he looked very appealing. Large doe eyes with a defined face structure and jawline.

He breathes. "Are you... all right?"

You merely stare at him, most likely still processing what just happened and recuperating from the gunshot's ample noise.

The odd thing was that there was no blood. No, none of them was covered in blood, but when you peered over the stranger's shoulder, you noticed the unfortunate victim on the ground, covered in his own blood.

The perpetrator fled the scene as soon as he pulled the trigger. He must have recognized the man who accompanied you and decided it was best to do what he needed to do and get out of there.

But it will all be in vain since Jungkook has a remarkable memory, having a clear image of the man, and will soon find him.

Your eyes widen at the sight, sensing the emptiness radiating from the victim. "No..."

You brush by him, not in an impolite manner, of course. The man shallowly breathes, noticing your petite figure approaching him. "Help... Ple-Please..."

"It hurts so much, I don't want to die this way." He whimpers.

The wounded man appears to be in his mid-forties, with gray hair dispersed throughout his short dark locks. He also has some mature creases on his forehead.

"It hurts?" You say.

He gives a faint nod. "Help me..."

You crouch next to him, your eyes glowing, signaling you're about to use your special abilities. In fright, he locks his vision on your brilliant violet eyes, gasping and backing away. "W-What are you...?"

You frown a little. "I won't hurt- I help..."

"I promise it won't hurt." You softly reassure him.

He stares at you briefly. "Okay."

Jungkook, on the other hand, quietly observes as you delicately cover the man's gunshot wound with your hand.

His pupils dilate as he watches the veins surrounding the man's wound and on your hand glow purple. It looked like something out of a sci-fi film.

What the fuck is happening right now? He thought.

Tears dropped from your eyes, as you transfer his pain into herself from feeling the same sharp burning sensation. You chew on your lower lip, suppressing your pained groans, for a few more excruciating seconds before pulling your hand away from him. "D-does it hurt?"

He smiles with bloodied lips. "No. T-thank you..."

"I don't know how you did it, but thank you." He exhales a weak breath as his eyes slowly shut. "You know... You kind of remind me of her..."

"Her?"

"Yeah, my Areum..." And with that, his eyes finally closed.

"A-Areum?" You muttered, but he didn't respond.

Your brow scrunched as you placed her bloodied hands on the motionless body. "Ya- Wake up."

You try to shake him awake, but it is futile. Jungkook sighs and approaches you from behind. "He's gone."

You pause, acknowledging him. "But he's here."

"That's not what I meant. He's dead, which means he's no longer alive." He explained bluntly.

Jungkook rests a hand on your shoulder as you drop your hands, still staring at the dead man. "Come on. The police will find him, and your presence will make matters worse." More like my presence, but there's no time for an explanation for that.

"His family will be contacted, and he won't be alone."

You raise your eyes to Jungkook. "What is... family...?"

"What?" He raised his brows.

"You said..." You point at him. "...Family... What is family?"

Something is certainly not right here. First, she causes a road rage, then walks into a crime scene, and she touches a man with glowing purple veins, lastly, she has no idea what family is.

So many thoughts raced through his head, but one thing he was certain of was that the girl in front of him was no ordinary girl. Therefore, he made the conscious decision to take you with him.

You glanced at him, waiting for an answer, but he is cut off by the sound of his phone buzzing.

He quickly reaches inside his pants pocket and takes out his phone. "Hello?"

"I'm all finished here. Where are you and the h/c colored girl?" Jimin spoke.

He returns your gaze. "We're nearby. We'll be there in two." He then hangs up the phone and lowers himself to your level.

"You're gonna have to come with me, little girl." He commanded.

You blink. "Okay."

Jungkook gets baffled by your instant cooperation. That was easy... Maybe too easy. He makes a mental note to keep a close eye on you. He then pulled you by the hand and led you back to their black van.

"Well, hello there." Jimin greets you charmingly as you enter the van with Jungkook.

You look up at him. "H-Hello..."

Jungkook walks up to the chauffeur. "Continue our way home, we have urgent matters to discuss."

He then returns to the two others in the back, with Jimin raising his brow at him. "What is this 'urgent matters' you speak of?"

"Her." Jungkook nods his head at you.

Jimin then shifts his eyes to you. "What about her? Is she from a mental asylum or something?"

"Who knows... but I don't think she's human." He whispered the last part.

"What are you talking about? She looks pretty human to me." Jimin retorts with a scrunched face.

Jungkook sighs. "I'll explain it later when we get home."

"Are you sure it's a good idea to bring this girl home?" Jimin turns to Jungkook as they exit the van, followed by the silent blue gown-clad girl, you.

"What if she's psycho and attacks us?"

Jungkook scoffs at his hyung's nonsense, rolling his eyes. "We're literally trained mafia gangsters, Hyung. Do you honestly believe she'll be able to lay a hand on us?"

"But we could never lay a hand on a woman. It's just against our moral code." Jimin crosses his arms.

"True, but if she attacks me without reason and with the intent to seriously harm me, I will fight back. I'm telling you that." Jungkook replied.

"And no one can really stop us since we live in the most remote location."

Jimin scrunches his face in uncertainty. "Well— Except for hyungs." He then checks his watch. "Which, by the way, will arrive home in about two hours, so we better be quick."

"Yeah, yeah."

Jungkook then pivots to face you. "Hey. Follow us, okay? Don't touch anything."

"You got it." He raised his brows.

You blink and silently nod. Jimin watches the pair's interaction. "At least she's obedient."

Jungkook responds with a shrug. The two men and you then entered the house, or mansion, as we shall call it, and were immediately greeted by its luxurious design. The exceptionally high ceiling, the rich modern yet simple layout, and the decorations span the vast entryway that leads to the living room.

"Let's keep her in your room while we talk in here." Jungkook proposed.

Jimin's eyes bulged. "Why my room?! Why not your room!"

"Because there are fewer things that could break. Seriously, your room is so minimalistic."

"Besides, it's the closest to the stairway, so she'll be able to get down faster when it's time to leave." Jungkook elaborated.

Jimin sighs defeatedly as he clicks his tongue. "Fine, this better be worth it. You owe me Jeon Jungkook."

Jungkook gives his hyung a not-so-innocent smile. Jimin then looks at the girl, scanning her with his eyes up and down. "First, she needs to get cleaned up. She's not going to be lounging on my furniture like that."

"My goodness, you sound like Jin." Jimin narrows his eyes in response to the dongsaeng's complaint.

"Let's get this over with." He unexpectedly grabs your elbow, making you flinch and look up at him.

"I won't hurt you." He reassures you, then softly pulls you again.

As soon as you three enter the older male's room, you instantly scan your surroundings. Looked at everything with awe. Your gaze was soon drawn to the 98-inch 8k flatscreen tv. You approach it with a curious tilt of your head.

The men watch you approach it quietly, noticing your dim reflection against the barren black screen. You extend your hand and poke at your reflection. "Is this... me?"

They exchanged a brief glance before Jungkook spoke. "Yes, that is you. You're a mess."

"Do you know what that thing is?" Jimin asked.

You turn your head at him. "It's me."

He chuckles and shakes his head. "No, that's not what I meant. I'm referring to this large black box."

You pout slightly, not understanding what he's saying, leaving the two men dumbfounded by your lack of knowledge of one of the most basic items in modern society. "I-It's a tv. It essentially displays moving images and emits sounds according to what is displayed on the screen."

He reaches for the black remote that had been carelessly tossed on the edge of his bed. "I'll show you."

"Should I put on a kids show?" Jimin whispers to the younger one.

"It looks like she'd understand that better." Jungkook answers.

Jimin turned on the television, completely unaware that his volume was set ridiculously high. The abrupt roaring audio triggers you to startle and curl up into yourself, shielding your ears, like you did at the lab.

That's when you remembered the deafening sirens and the hammering on the door during her escape merely hours earlier. Your eyes are tightly clenched as Jimin and Jungkook panics at your reaction.

"Turn it off!" Jungkook screams as Jimin fumbles with the remote.

"Yeah- I'm trying!" He shouts back, finally turning it off.

The dongsaeng sighs deeply in embarrassment. "Why the hell do you have your tv so loud?"

"O-our rooms are far apart, it wasn't like it disturbed any of you guys." He stutters.

Jungkook shook his head in disappointment, then shifted his gaze to the petite girl curled on the floor. He frowns softly, questioning what happened to this you before they all met to make you so clueless about everything and react so badly.

Jimin looks at you with a guilty expression. Meanwhile, Jungkook quietly approaches you and hesitantly touches your shoulder, to bring you out of your fright. You give him a solemn face while unconsciously flashing your vibrant purple eyes at them.

Jimin's jaw drops at the sight, finally recognizing what he meant when he said you're not ordinary.

"What the actual fuck?!" He exclaims, causing Jungkook's head to snap at the curse word. "Dude..."

You scrunch your eyebrows. "Fuck?"

Jungkook returns his sight to her. "Don't say that, he didn't mean to say that."

The younger one glares at his hyung, who smiles bashfully. "Oops-? It's fine, she doesn't know what it means."

"Now, do you see what I meant?"

"Yes, we have a lot to talk about. This is very— fascinating..."

"But, once again, let's get her cleaned up." While Jungkook helps you to your feet, Jimin walks up to his drawer and brings out an old sweatshirt and shorts that are too small for him.

Jimin then pulls the very bottom drawer, which is filled with... female underclothes...

Jungkook grimaces in disgust. "Are you really going to give her your past hook-ups' underwear?"

Jimin rolls his eyes. "They're clean."

"Yeah but still-"

The two men led you to Jimin's bathroom, while the oldest one held the folded clothing."This is the bathroom. You need to shower and change into these clothes—"

Jimin places the stacked clothes on the counter. You stared blankly at the folded garments. "You'll have to undress first."

Understanding his words but not the appropriate timing, you grasp the hem of your robe and begin lifting it.

Their eyes widen at your quick compliance. "WAIT WAIT WAIT-"

You froze in place, perplexed by their reactions. Jimin chuckles shyly. "Once this door is closed, you can start to undress."

He then shuts the door as the boys step out.

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After a good fifteen minutes, you emerged from the bathroom. All dressed in Jimin's oversized hoodie, which made you look even smaller than you already were, and shorts that ended just above your knees.

Jungkook snorts at your look. "Cute."

Jimin clears his throat. "We'll be talking downstairs, you stay here and try not to break anything, okay?"

You nod in response, and the two exit the room.

"Explain." As they sat across from each other on the couch, Jimin locked eyes with Jungkook.

Jungkook then goes on to explain what happened earlier, when he followed after you, who managed to stumble upon an active homicide scene. And how you approached the poor man who had been shot and was pleading for help because he was in pain, then did whatever you did which caused your veins to glow purple, much like your eyes.

"I'm guessing she took away his pain. I did overhear him say that he was no longer in pain."

He chuckles dryly. "This may sound strange, but what if she escaped from something? Like the movie, The Witch."

The elder remained silent, soaking in the newfound information and evaluating the bizarre situation they had found themselves in. "So... you're saying she has these man-made special abilities?"

"Yes! Exactly-"

"Well, it seems sensible, but let's not go too far ahead of ourselves." Jimin answers.

The younger scoffs. "Oh, come on- what other explanation could there be for all of this? You witnessed it for yourself! Have you ever met anyone else who possesses glowing purple eyes?"

"I guess you're right. But if that's the case then we should keep a close eye on her. She could be dangerous."

"Dangerous? So far, she seems to be quite harmless." Jungkook held an amusing expression.

Jimin crossed his arms. "Yeah, for now. If what you say is true, who knows the extent or what additional 'abilities' she has."

Suddenly, a loud motorcycle engine roars, and they exchange nervous glances. "Shit."

"Didn't you say they wouldn't be home for another hour?!"

"I'm just as surprised as you are! I didn't know they'll come home early!"

"What should we do?" Jungkook says.

"Nothing. They'll be there in a second; let's just pray she's okay in there."

Not long after, the front door opens, revealing four other males. As soon as the group entered the mansion, they both flashed an 'innocent' smile. "Taehyung-ah-- Hyungs!"

"You guys are home early." Jimin nudges Jungkook.

A man with a freckle on the tip of his nose combs his parched hair. "Yeah, the meet-up was a complete bust."

His remark was met with frowns. "What happened, Yoongi-hyung?"

The man with a long scar lined down his right eye laughs snarkily. "We were ambushed, and Namjoon was injured as a result."

"What?!" Jungkook exclaims. "Is he okay?!"

"Yeah, he's fine. I took him to the clinic house, where Sun-Woo is currently treating him." A man with broad shoulders and spectacle lens answered.

"They're gonna regret that." Jimin's expression darkens.

The man with platinum blonde hair smirks mischievously. "They certainly will."

While you wait for the two strangers, you explore Jimin's opulent room, strolling from corner to corner, as your eyes are captivated by all of the foreign furnishings. Somehow, her attention was caught by a gleaming black item. Being intrigued by it, you found yourself drawn to it.

The shiny black object turned out to be a 10mm long-range handgun. you put it out in front of you, not realizing what it is but nevertheless fascinated by it. You thoughtlessly take a detailed look and fiddle with it.

You spin and flip it around several times, shaking it near your ear, desperately trying to figure out what it is.

You then smack it a few times against your palm, wrapping your hand around the handle and trigger. As you grew increasingly frustrated with the object, you unintentionally squeezed the trigger.

The gunshot rang, and the bullet flew through the room and out the window, shattering the glass. Scared by the unexpected gunshot and the force of the pistol, you yelp and stumble backward, tripping over the protruding end of a rug and knocking down the flower vase that sat on the glass coffee table. ‎

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The six reunited men in the living room were completely immersed in their "business" discussion when glass shattering and a gunshot broke out, interrupting their conversation.

Jimin and Jungkook start to perspire, anxious about the outcome. The other four males shared perplexed looks before becoming serious.

"What was that." Yoongi spoke passively.

"Did someone just break in?" Hoseok questioned. They all rose up, realizing the potential threat to them.

Taehyung kept his gaze fixed on the top of the stairs. "Whatever or whoever that was, chose the wrong house."

"It sounds like it came from Jimin's room." Jin comments.

Hoseok looks at Jimin. "Were you expecting someone Jimin?" The addressed man kept silent, which the others took as an affirmation.

Yoongi reaches behind him and draws out his handgun, while the others follow him. "Formation boys."

Jimin and Jungkook trail behind uneasily. They approach Jimin's door with vigilance, and Yoongi extends his hand, twisting the doorknob and then violently slamming the door open.

He immediately aimed his gun toward the "intruder" in the room, joined by the rest of the members. "Who are you?! Don't move!"

Jungkook's eyes widened as he rushed forward to block Yoongi. "Wait! Don't shoot!"

"What the hell, Jungkook?!" Yoongi's brow pinched. "What are you doing?"

Jimin comes forward as well, seeing the scene in front of them. You sat on the floor, knees bent against your chest, an arm wrapped across your knees, and the other hand lying on the floor next to you, staring frightened at the pistol that had been dropped.

"What did you do?! Are you okay!" Jimin pulls you from your trance. You looked at him with guilty eyes, not knowing what to say, causing Jimin to sigh. "You're not bleeding which I take is a good sign."

"Jimin, is this another one of your... toys?" Jin asked. "She's cute, almost innocent-looking. It's hard to believe you'd bring a girl like her home."

He shook his head. "No, Jungkook and I just kinda found her on our way home."

Yoongi's expression stays hostile. "So the two of you brought home a random girl?"

"There's a reasonable explanation to this." Jungkook begins, and Yoongi arches a single brow in return. "Which is?"

"It'll be difficult to believe based on words alone, you all will have to see it for yourselves first."

"I-I'm s-sorry." A tiny voice abruptly sounded, bringing all six pairs of eyes to you.

"It's fine." Jimin responds, and Taehyung's face lights up. "How adorable!"

He eagerly approaches you, crouching to your level. "What's your name, cutie?"

You sway your head. "Name? What is name?"

As Taehyung chuckles awkwardly, they all blink in confusion at your answer. "When you want someone's attention, you call them by their name. For instance, my name is Taehyung. So you call me Taehyung."

"So, what is your name? What do people call you?" Taehyung asks again.

After hearing his explanation, you finally nod in understanding. "What they call me?" He nods with a lip grin.

You then grab the ends of Jimin's sweater and start to lift it, surprising everyone.

"YA!" Jimin and Jungkook both exclaimed.

You ignore their yells, just stopping to expose the burnt branded skin on your left lower abdomen.

You point at it. "0...0...7..." Then look at Taehyung and gesture to yourself. "Me. 0-0-7, me."

"Your name is a number?"

You gesture once more. "I'm 0....0...7."

He looks at Jimin and the others with a puzzled expression, as they do the same.

Feeling frustrated with the situation, Yoongi glares at Delta. "You'd best start talking, Jungkook, who the hell is she?"

"I swear you will understand better if you witness it first!" He pleads. "We need an injured person, like... Namjoon hyung!"

The elder narrows his eyes at him. "Excuse me?"

"I have been summoned?" A deep voice erupts from the doorway, revealing a bandaged man. Jungkook grabs Namjoon and walks over to the girl who is still seated on the floor.

"How come you left the clinic, Namjoon?" Hoseok inquired.

"I heard a gunshot and wanted to find out what it was about." He answers while being dragged by the youngest.

"Hey." Jungkook addresses you, compelling you to turn your head in his direction. "Look at him, he's hurt, just like the man we saw before."

You blink at the sight of Namjoon, sensing his injuries instantaneously. "He hurt."

"Yeah. Help him, like you help the man."

You stand up and walk up to them. You scan Namjoon for a moment before gazing at his face. "I will help."

Namjoon gives his dongsaeng a short side-eye while muttering. "Jungkook..."

"Just let her, I promise you guys."

The leader clears his throat. "I-I suppose you can help- whatever that means."

You bring one hand slowly to his face, gently cupping it, as the other goes to the bandaged wound. You pause, eyeing it. "Remove please..."

He looks down at the bandage. "Y-You want me to take it off?"

"Yes." You nod, and Namjoon obliges, making everyone cringe at the nasty cut. You pout as well but continue by tenderly placing your other hand over his bloody gash.

And, as usual, your eyes began to glow purple, signifying that you're exerting your "power" to heal their leader and absorb his pain. The veins around his wounds, as well as those on your hand, shone purple.

Their eyes enlarged in reaction to the peculiar girl, who reveals her extraordinary abilities.

"Holy shit."

"What the fuck..."

"How the hell..."

They all muttered. You let out an inaudible whimper, taking in all of Namjoon's pain. Once all his wounds had fully healed, you lock eyes with him and detach your hands from him.

No one speaks, everyone is speechless, completely taken aback by your act. It was something they'd never seen before, and now that they've seen it, hundreds of questions are racing through their heads. Starting with, "who exactly is this girl, and where did she come from?"

Yoongi, of course, is the first to act on it. He lunges at you, deathly gripping the sweatshirt collar. "Who are you! What did you do?!"

You look at him, terrified as if you had messed up the healing process that you had previously been ruthlessly trained to do. "I- helped-d..."

"D-Did I fail? Did I-I hurt h-him?" You then shift your now violet eyes to the others behind him. But Yoongi's hold never faltered, even when you trembled slightly in regard to him.

Another few moments of quietness passed, accompanied by Yoongi's heavy breathing, as his gaze fixed on you, like a predator on its prey.

But Jin eventually intervened. "That's enough, Yoongi. You're scaring her."

"She should be. Don't you remember what kind of reputation we have?" He hissed.

"It doesn't matter. She did nothing wrong." Jimin spoke up.

"They're right. I think she healed me, she really took the pain away. I don't how, and it's quite freaky." Namjoon said.

Yoongi still never loosened his hand, causing Namjoon to place his hand on his shoulder. "Let her go, Oranyan."

He clenches his jaw, reluctantly releasing your petite figure. Still filled with fear, you collapsed to the floor, bowing as if your life depended on it.

"I-I'm sorry! 007 be b-better tool next t-time. Please n-no punishment..." You beg, keeping your head down.

Taehyung frowns at your pleas while the other six men watched you, not knowing how to react to it.

He approaches you again. "Raise your head sweetie."

You lift your gaze to him with complete innocence, reminding Taehyung of his little sister that was once so close to him but now six feet under. "Don't worry, you've done well."

"Well, it seems like we have a lot to discuss right now. Let's leave her to calm down." Namjoon clapped his hands, grabbing their attention.

"Go ahead, Jungkook." Namjoon instructs as they all gathered in the living room. Just like he did with Jimin prior to their arrival, Delta recounts everything that occurred when encountering you that led them to bring you home.

"That's it." Jungkook concludes as everyone sits quietly as they process the new information.

"So far, I believe we can assume that she possesses some special abilities. One that was able to heal Namjoon Hyung's injuries." Jimin pitches in.

"This reminds me of the movie The Witch. Maybe she comes from research or medical facility that conducts strange experiments." Taehyung suggested.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "That sounds stupid, Taehyung, and this isn't a movie."

"No, but there aren't any other logical explanations." Jungkook quickly defends his two-year older hyung. "I also had the same idea, as I was explaining to Jimin hyung earlier."

"So, what are we going to do?" Hoseok inquires, looking aimlessly at the ground.

Namjoon's brows furrowed for a few moments before speaking. "There are far too many theories circulating, as well as unanswered questions. We need more information on this..."

"So what you're saying is, you want to keep the girl." Jin finishes his thought.

"Oh hell no-"

"There are too many variables, and who knows what will happen if she goes out on her own?" Jimin states.

Then Taehyung raises his hand. "I think she should stay. Plus she's cute too."

Jimin nudges him in the ribs, causing him to wince. "I too vote for her to stay."

"Then all in favor of the girl staying, raise your hand." Namjoon announces as he lifts his hand.

And, with the exception of one, all five other hands rose. The six pairs of eyes directs at the aforesaid man, who remained deafeningly silent and wore an annoyed face.

"Yoongi?" Namjoon calls out, making the man to huff. "What."

"It makes no difference whether I raise my hand or not; we all know how the majority votes." He answers sharply.

The leader's gaze lingered on him for a while until breaking eye contact. "Then it's settled she shall stay here."

Not a minute later, the scar-faced man storms out of the room, furious.

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masterpost | intro + characters | two

TOUCH - MAFIA! BTS OT7 X F! READER [ THREE ]

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summary: jin, with the assistance of 007 (you), performs a quick operation on the maknae as a result of his injury. jungkook tries to thank you, while jin spends some time to learn more about you better. yoongi gets frustrated with his members and takes it out on you.

pairings: mafia bts ot7 x experimented human female reader

genre: mafia au | moderate? angst | romance | sci-fi | action | fluff

warnings: implied drugging, mentions torture (no gore tho), medical extraction, gunshot wound, blood, violence, swearing. more fluff in this chapter! but also unfortunately yoongi being more of an asshole a little bit.

word count: 12,722 *prewritten & new chap but written longer, as an apology for the lateness :')*

also sorry i didn't post on the last two fridays, i had family from the philippines and then new year plans. anyways, better later than never, am i right? heheh... enjoy <3

ps. the second half of this isn't proofread 😭

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The maknae lies on his bed, as the others surround him with worried expressions. Their butler and Jin tend to him. "How's he hyung?"

"He didn't lose too much blood since the bullet is lodged in him. But we'll have to extract it or else it'll become infected and he won't heal properly." Jin explained.

The eldest brother casts a glance at his younger brother's pale face. "Jungkook, the bullet is stuck; we'll have to get it out. And it will hurt... a lot."

He blinks open his eyes, faintly nodding. "O-okay."

Hoseok enters the room with a metal cart and approaches Jin and Sun-woo from behind. "I brought the tools."

"Thanks."

Then a tiny figure emerged from the doorway. "I heard, hurt bad."

All eight pairs of eyes turned to gaze at you, but you avoided eye contact. "I want to help him."

"C-can I help him?" You asked softly.

Jin redirects his attention to Jungkook, who meets his stare and nods. "L-let her."

"Okay, come here. " Jin directs you, prompting you to move your feet toward the three men. "Get on the bed on the opposite side of him."

You climb onto the bed and sit next to the injured boy. You chew on your lip as you look at him, the sense of his injury being much stronger to you.

Jin then pressed the silvery blade against Jungkook's wound and gently slid it across, while you wrap your hands around Jungkook, and your eyes and the veins on your hands begin to illuminate purple.

When Sun-woo turns around to deliver Jin the next tool, his attention is drawn to you and your glowing appearance, causing him to yelp and drop the tool in surprise. "Oh goodness! That startled me."

"Yeah, that'll be with us for god knows how long, so get used to it." Yoongi scowls and Sun-woo nods slowly.

As Jin drags the blade against Jungkook, the younger groans and stiffens in pain, but thanks to your abilities, Jungkook gradually relaxes and falls quiet.

Jin continues to cut him open until eventually lifting the blade, causing you to let out a short, relieved gasp.

Jin sneaks a glimpse at you before checking on his injured dongsaeng. "How do you feel Kookie?"

"I-I'm fine. It doesn't hurt anymore, I don't feel anything. You can continue." He affirms.

"Okay, well, the bleeding is stable, and I will now extract the bullet, alright?" Jin makes an announcement, to which Jungkook nods.

Jin extended his other free hand behind him, signaling their butler to give out the next tool, a forceps. He quickly adjusted the metal tool in his hand and hovered it over the bullet wound once he could feel it in his hand.

He looks into the wound again, properly locating the bullet before inserting the tool into the open wound. He fishes for the bullet steadily but effectively, and once he clamps on to it, he expertly wiggles it upwards to remove it.

The soft audible whimpers coming from your petite form, however, do not go unnoticed by Jin and Jungkook, undoubtedly because they are the closest to you.

Still, Jin focused on extracting the bullet diligently, and once it emerges from the open wound, he instantly places it in the surgical metal basin beside him.

"All done." He begins removing his bloody gloves. "You can heal him now."

You flash Jin a brief glance before gently placing both of your hands above the wound. And, once again, not only do the veins on your hands glow but so do the veins around Jungkook's wound.

Meanwhile, Sun-woo marvels as you miraculously heal his youngest boss. "Amazing..."

You quickly retracted your hands while looking at Jungkook after the wound healed. "A-are you okay?"

The corners of the maknae's lips curved up slightly, keeping his gaze fixed on you. "Yes, thanks."

For what seemed like hours in their eyes, a sudden loud sigh interrupts their trance. "How come you didn't say anything, Jungkook?"

The addressed man swiveled his head, his eyes settled on his concerned leader. "I didn't want to worry you guys, and I figured I could treat it myself."

"If only the bullet wasn't stuck in there." He mutters quietly, but the oldest manages to hear him.

"You really think you could properly treat that wound yourself, are you crazy?" Jin exclaimed.

He puts his hands up defensively. "Okay! Okay, I'm sorry, I will make sure to tell you guys next time. Happy?"

While the boys cleaned up, you returned to your room as told and awaited further instructions.

Your head sprang up when you heard a knock at the door a little while later. You watch as a figure enters the room; it was the same broad-shouldered man who had tended to their youngest member and politely conversed with you the day before.

As he approaches you, he gives a faint smile. "Hi, I just wanted to come in here and thank you for helping Jungkook."

"Y-you welcome." You answer with your small voice.

He chuckles softly when the memory of your whimpering came to him. "By the way, I meant to ask you, why were you whimpering earlier?"

You give him a quizzical look, urging Jin to continue with his explanation. "You were making these sounds with your mouth while taking Jungkook's pain and healing him. It sounded like whimpering."

You pause for a few seconds. "Oh, y-your pain—" As you try to explain, you motion to him and then to yourself. "My pain."

The lens spectacle-wearing man scrunches his brows. "Huh? What do you mean by that?"

"I thought you already feel when someone is—" A voice disrupted him before he could complete his sentence. "Hyung! Are you making dinner tonight?"

Jin lets out an exasperated groan. "Of course!"

He sighed heavily, knowing he'd have to put that subject of discussion on hold for the time being. He then returns his attention to you."I know you've been cooped up in this boring room for hours, so would you like to join me in making dinner for everyone?"

"Y-you asking me?"

He nods. "Yeah, it'll be fun... I think?"

"Fun? What's fun?" You sway your head.

He rubs the back of his head, he did not expect that. "It's like— something you find enjoyable, yes. Something you'll like doing."

"Do you understand?"

"Enjoyable... Oh! Enjoyable, yes." You grin with your lips, exposing your adorable bread cheeks and deep dimples akin to Namjoon's.

That's cute. Wait what? What are you saying Jin? "Well, then, shall we go down?"

He offers his hand to you, which you immediately wrap your own around. He takes your hand in his and gently tugs you out of your bedroom.

When the two of you eventually made it into the kitchen, Jin automatically headed to where the apron with the white and blue stripes hung on a cabinet door. You, on the other hand, stayed still as the expert hacker moved about the kitchen retrieving all of the ingredients.

He didn't see you still awkwardly standing in the center of the kitchen until all the veggies and spices were spread out on the large island table. "O-oh sorry, I didn't realize..."

"I plan to make japchae and kimchi quesadillas. You can help by pouring all these contents for the quesadillas into the bowl like this." He demonstrates with empty dishes, making sure you pay attention. "Then mix it with the ground beef— Does this look easy enough?"

You hum and position yourself in front of the contents you were presented with. Jin attentively monitors you for a moment, ensuring you perform your job correctly. When he's satisfied, he turns around and starts chopping the veggies for the japchae.

He skillfully cuts and slices all of the peppers, mushrooms, spinach, and carrot. The same small voice rang out just as he was about to put a pot on the burner. "I-I finished."

He turns his head, and he finds the sight amusing. Splattered stains on his dongsaeng's sweatshirt and your hands drenched in the mixed spices and oil from the sauce that drips down your arms, staining the cuffs of her sleeves.

He chuckles lightly at your disarray. "Ah you're so clueless, but you're a cute kind of clueless."

As he approaches you with a smile, you pucker your lips in bewilderment. "Let me help you here."

He pulls a clean rag from the oven handle and drags her hands towards him. You squeak quietly at his abrupt actions, remembering Yoongi cleaning the food crumbs off your hands before. So you let him do what he did.

He adds as Jin keeps wiping your hands. "You should've rolled up your sleeves before mixing the ingredients together."

"It's okay, you didn't even know. Next time." He finally finishes drying your hands and lifts his eyes to meet your innocent, questioning gaze.

They exchanged stares for who knows how long until Jin noticed a smear of soy sauce on your cheek. His eyes narrowed on the spot, and his hand moved to your cheek without thinking as he came closer to your face. "You have something on your cheek."

You remained still, the close proximity quickening your heartbeat. Were you feeling fear, like your had with the angry man on the road? No. Then what was so different about how you felt when Jin is just inches from your face? That, you did not entirely understand.

This feeling of a new sort of pulse beating, the people, and even the environment itself were all foreign to you. Being outside the concrete walls that had imprisoned you had been a dream in the past, but it was now your new reality. You were finally experiencing it. Perhaps in an extremely bizarre way, as most people would put it, but anything had to be better than looking at those concrete walls and feeling trapped by your own father, right?

Jin came to a stop so near to your face that you could feel his breath tickling your nose. With his fingers hovering over your cheek, he wiped the sauce off your smooth skin with his thumb.

As he withdraws, a smirk appears on his face. "There you go, all done."

"Your hands could be sticky as well, so go wash your hands and we'll continue from here." You nod once again and do what you’re directed.

And for the remainder of the cooking time, you lingered behind Jin, a curious expression on your face, watching him work earnestly.

Jin eventually finishes their food after only an hour and a half. "Ya! I need one of you to help me in bringing out the food!"

Several footsteps can be heard before one individual enters from the kitchen entryway. "I'll help you hyung."

Jungkook walks over to the large island table and carries the other dish that his hyung had cooked. The meal is brought to their dining table by the two men. "Hey, erm, 007...?"

You glance up at Jin when you hear your name and wait for him to continue. "Could you please bring some plates and chopsticks?"

"Okay." You squeaked.

You looked inside the cupboards Jin had been rummaging through while cooking, searching for those white ceramic round circle plates. As you scanned the cupboard, you spotted the stacked plates. You stretched, nearly reaching for the plates with her fingertips.

As you ostensibly struggles to get the plates yourself, she huffs. After a prolonged strain, you felt your fingertips slightly contact the ceramics and instinctively sought to lean to get a proper grip. You were so focused on retrieving those dishes that you didn't notice the tall figure who walked back into the kitchen. "Ya, what are you doing?"

You flinch at his unexpected presence, startling you, and the plate you barely clutched slips from your loosened hands and smashes on the floor with a loud clatter. You released a small gasp, clearly alarmed by the abrupt predicament.

The said person scrambles forward instantly. "Ya, are you okay?!"

And as soon as you saw him, you identified the familiar face of the man you met in the alleyway who protected you without hesitation. "That was so sudden, I'm sorry."

He says tearing you out of you short daze, gazing at him a little stunned. "It's okay, it's my fault, I clean."

You then lowered your eyes, eventually frowning at the mess you had created. You crouched above the shattered fragments of the once-round porcelain dish without thinking. Upon seeing this, Jungkook scurried to your aid, shaking his head. "No- It's alright. I came up behind you without warning."

"I'll clean it up, you'll only hurt yourself—" The sound of glass thudding and a small yelp alerted him, and he noticed blood seeping out of your palm. "See, I told you. Let me do it."

"Let's wrap this up first." He grabs you injured hand, but you pull it back, shaking your head.

"I heal, remember?" Your eyes then turned purple, and the cut on your palm gradually closed, reverting your hand to normal.

Jungkook watches you as you heal yourself in front of him. That's right, I suppose that'll be the new normal now that she's here. Still, he will always remain awestruck by your abilities, although he doesn't look like he is. "Well, even if you can self-heal, that doesn't mean you put yourself in harm's way all the time."

"Let's get you off the floor for now." He wraps his arms around your slender frame and effortlessly scoops you up, eliciting a subtle squeal of surprise from you.

He then places you on the long island table and sweeps the broken ceramic off the floor. When he's finished, he approaches you again. "You know, there's no shame in asking for help. Especially if it keeps you away from harm's way."

You nod slowly, and Jungkook smirks. "Normally, I wouldn't be so courteous to a stranger I'd only met two days before. But you're different, which I like."

"You also helped me, so I guess my behavior right now is a way of expressing thank you for me." He explains himself sheepishly.

Why was he explaining so sheepishly? It wasn't like he was attempting to declare his love to his crush or ask a girl to a school dance. So why does the cute clueless stranger he encountered on the road who can magically heal people make him feel that way when he speaks to her? It seems like such a complicated question to answer.

When you returned his stare, you both fell quiet, unsure what to say next. After what seemed like many minutes of silence, Jungkook couldn't stand it any longer and cleared his throat. "I'll just grab the plates and you can grab the chopsticks."

"Does that sound good?"

You nod and look down from the counter as if you’re uncertain how you’ll get down from there. This does not go missed by him, and he almost laughs at the sight of your innocent concentrated face trying to figure out how to get off.

Without warning, he puts his hands around your waist, lifts you, and lowers you to the floor. "There you go."

"Let's join the rest for dinner, I'm sure we had them waiting quite long enough."

For the following days, Namjoon summoned the gang for another brief meeting, this time to discuss future plans regarding the allegedly stolen medical equipment and the gang that was transporting it. Everyone agreed that it was necessary to begin investigating the truth behind the smuggling business that had been operating under their noses for nearly two decades.

So, since then, some members have kept holed up in the house, going through recent and archived files and phoning contacts, while others have gone in and out meeting other different 'acquaintances' who prefer the traditional way of discreet information dissemination. However, as the days turned into weeks, the group failed to find even a single lead. File after file, contact after contact, it seems that the so-called "smuggling firm" didn't exist.

No one had the slightest knowledge about it not even the whereabouts of that unidentified gang. And this increased Bangtan's suspicions. They all inherently congregated in the living room at the end of the day and sat drained along the couches.

Yoongi rubs his eyes, almost laughing. "This is like chasing after a ghost."

"What are we even doing?"

"Whoever put in this much effort to keep this thing running in such secrecy for so long must be in a higher status. So the real question is, what are they doing with all of these packages of supplies that would force them to conceal it so desperately?" Jin's brows furrows.

Jungkook cocks his brow while staring down. "Something illegal— extremely illegal."

"But we do illegal shit almost everyday." Taehyung responds bluntly.

The others threw him a deadpan expression. "What? It's true!"

Namjoon sighs. "But, Jungkook and Jin are right." He thinks for a moment. "Jin, do you think you could analyze the supplies within the cargo? Maybe we can start speculating from there once we understand exactly what's in there."

The eldest nods. "Yeah, I can do that. But as I said before with the whole military mainframe hacking, this will also take time."

"And, as I have mentioned, it's fine; what matters is that we get to the bottom of this."

"Should we ask our wonderful guest again?" Jimin advises as he cracks his knuckles.

Taehyung sighs. "That little shit refuses to speak. We've gone at him for hours on end."

"And at this point, he's pissed me."

Yoongi scoffs. "Maybe you need to try a different tactic—"

"What kind of tactic?" Taehyung huffs.

"The Oranyan tactic." He replies.

Jimin rolls his eyes. "Yeah, sure, good luck trying to get something out of him."

"Watch me." He flashes a sly grin.

With that, Yoongi heads to the basement himself, walking into the dim gray room. There, the surviving member of the cargo delivery they interfered in is now bound to a chair, blood trickling down his nose and purple bruising on his right eye and cheekbones. His head hangs as he was rendered unconscious by the constant pain from yesterday afternoon.

Yoongi approaches the poor man, kicking his foot, awakening him. "Ya, wake up dipshit."

The man groans, groggily lifting his head up. His swollen eyes fluttered open, finally landing on the master manipulator himself. He visibly gulps, this doesn't go missed by Yoongi, making him smirk cockily.

"Good, you already know who I am. No introductions needed, I like that." He tilts his head teasingly.

"Jesus fuck- how many there are of you guys?"

"Enough." Yoongi states bluntly.

"W-what do you want? Your friends already talked to me, and I ain't telling you shit."

Oranyan chuckles humorlessly. "Well good news for you, I don't need you to be talking for while—" The man's face twitches, making him continue. "Bad news, you're going to wish you had."

Two hours later...

The beaten man is no longer restricted to the chair but is suspended from the ceiling by his wrists. Yoongi's knuckles are red from the repeated strikes, but his patience is wearing thin. That's it, he tried to be kind.

He then opens a metal drawer and pulls out a syringe. He moves back up to the man, noticing his wary eye on the needle he's holding. "Oh, you must be wondering what this is?"

"Have you heard of opioids? The drug that supposes to relieve pain... Well, with the proper hazardous amount of an extra component, like fluoroquinolone, it will have the complete opposite effect."

"What does that mean for you? This means that the pain will intensify ten times worse than the minor pain you think you can handle. And well—" His lip rolls up. "You better hope your pain tolerance is immeasurable."

Yoongi had fulfilled his goal, the terror had settled in his eyes, and he was only going to touch the tip of the iceberg for the man. This satisfies him and simply pushes him to inject the drug, forcing the unfortunate man to scream. "NO! No, please!"

Yoongi removes the syringe and replaces it in the drawer. The tormented gang member cries out and squirms in his confinement. "Don't do this please!"

The second-oldest bangtan member ignores his screams by grabbing an empty bucket, placing it in a sink, and filling it with water. When the bucket is roughly one-third full, he takes it out and returns to his subject, drenching him with water.

"What are you doing?!"

Yoongi snaps his eyes up at him. "Can't a man have his fun?"

He then takes another gadget from the metal drawer. "Did I not warn you? Now you're pleading with me to stop, and I haven't even begun."

"Let me ask you a question. Do you want me to stop?"

He reluctantly nods. "Then tell me who that shipment was for."

Silence.

"All right, you asked for it." He sighs. The electric buzzing sounds as he switches on the gadget, and he immediately pins it on the lowly gang member, causing him to scream in agony. Thank goodness for Jungkook's idea to soundproof the room.

He lowers the electric device, allowing the man to breathe deeply... "Gonna talk now?"

He simply shakes his head, causing Yoongi to sigh in disappointment, before repeating his actions.

An hour later...

Shit, he looks like he might... No, he won't, he still needs to give some information. Yoongi groans, knowing what he needs to do now, but dreads it.

But he has to do it for the sake of his family. "You're lucky, you get a break. Because I'm not done with you yet."

As a response, he receives a pained moan, which causes his eyes to roll. He finally departs the basement, passing by the living room, where Hoseok and the maknae line were sitting with instant ramen bowls in their hands.

Jimin pauses in his chewing, making eye contact with his hyung. "So, did he talk?"

Jungkook giggles, attracting Yoongi's attention. "Something funny, Jeon?"

"No, no— uh, nothing." He coughs, continuing eating his noodles.

"Well, why are you here if you're getting close?" Jimin inquired.

"Because that fucker has a low toleration, he looks like his heart is ready to quit beating if I keep going."

Hoseok's pupils dilated. "What, why? What have you been doing?"

"Didn't you hear him earlier, he say his 'oranyan tactics'?" Taehyung nudges him.

"Seriously, Yoongi what did you do?"

"I might've given him the drug." He answers haphazardly.

All four of their faces drops. "You what?!"

"But Jin hyung said-"

"I know what Jin said. But it was the only thing that triggered that prick, okay? And if it works, it works, and I will continue to do so." He cuts off Hoseok. "Now tell me where that weird chick is."

"Where she's always been... Her room." Taehyung sighs.

Yoongi left the living room and proceeded to your room without saying any more.

Before leaving your room, Jimin and Jungkook assisted in keeping you entertained by setting up your television. You were so engrossed by the moving images and characters on the TV that you hadn't noticed Yoongi enter your room after two knocks that you ignored.

He came to a stop when he saw you were too absorbed in a... children's cartoon? His brow furrows at the scene, and he clears his throat loudly, capturing your attention.

Your head swings around at him, little startled by his presence. Your doe eyes reciprocate his gaze. When your eyes connect, he can't help but look away, trying to hide the sudden warmth that has crept up on his cheeks. "H-hey."

You cock your head. "Hi..."

"I need uh- I need you to do something for me." He starts. "There is someone here who is being questioned by me. But it looks like he might pass out from all blows he got."

"I also don't want to risk him dying before I have any information from him."

You keep staring at him, urging him to continue. "What I'm trying to say is, you need to heal this guy, or whatever."

At his remarks, your brows raise. "Okay."

"He hurt really bad?"

"I guess?" He shrugs.

You then hop off the bed and stand on your own two feet. "I will heal then."

Yoongi nods, mildly stunned by your instant obedience. "G-good, follow me."

He then walks you out of your room and down the stairs, passing through the living room, where the three youngest and Hoseok still stay. "Hey cutie~! Whatcha doing out?"

Taehyung greets you with the same boxy smile he had the first time you two met.

"Following him..." While glancing at Taehyung, you point at Yoongi. "He said someone hurt really bad, so I heal."

"Oh..." His lips curled slightly downward as he turned to look at his hyung.

"You're seriously going to bring her down there?"

"Yeah, so?" The latter replies dismissively.

"Hey, this is your problem, don't drag her into this. It's your fault for using that drug on him. I'm guessing you gave him more than the proper dose." Hoseok quickly intervenes.

Yoongi huffs. "Would you all stop ganging up on me. I'm trying all I can to acquire some sort of lead and help us all."

"May I remind you all that we've been running in circles with these detective games for weeks and haven't gotten far."

Hoseok's shoulders slump, Yoongi isn't wrong. If they had any suspicions about anybody or anything, they could usually track down the person's whereabouts, associates, background, and whole past in a matter of days. But not this time; the pending investigation has been prolonged for far too long already, and it's quite eerie for them to go this far without knowing who or what is involved in this whole quandary.

"Well, just know that if Jin finds the extent of your 'interrogation,' you will bear the consequences." Jungkook breaks the tension.

One thing about Jungkook is that, despite being the youngest, the maknae of the gang, he can be pretty mature and frequently plays the part of the elder one or even the group leader when the circumstance calls for it. Perhaps it is because he tries his best to be the most level-headed member of the gang whenever there is a problem amongst the members, and the others are tremendously thankful to him for it, either indirectly or directly.

"I understand." He cuts the talk short, then turns to you, who is already staring at him, oh so innocently... "L-let's go."

You nod and continue to follow him, silently, to the interrogation basement.

When you both enter the room, your sight is drawn to the battered form of the guy that hangs from the ceiling. When you return your gaze, Yoongi turns to face you. "He's hurt really bad."

"Yep."

"Heal him, so I can question him more."

You again merely nod as you walk up to the gang member. When you come near to him, he opens his eyes and fixes them on you. You meet his glance with a blank face. "Hello."

He grimaces at you. "What do you want, bitch."

"Bitch?" Your brow furrows in perplexity.

"Yeah, you stupid bitch." He says it again, leaving you even more perplexed. "Did you come here to do your little boyfriend's dirty work?"

"Me heal you." You innocently gesture to him.

He chuckles dryly, then spits in your face. "I ain't falling for your tricks."

You take a step back from him, flinching and closing your eyes at the fluid contact. Yoongi's laughter interrupts the silence, surprising the guy who had missed Yoongi's presence. Oh, how he wishes he had noticed.

"I think you're the stupid one here." Yoongi then approaches you and hands you a white handkerchief while causing you to gaze up at him while still having the man's spit on your face. "Wipe your face with this."

"I was actually generous enough to bring her here to relieve you of your misery. But it seems that you desire to do more." He looks across at the battered prisoner.

"I-I'm sorry, I t-take it back." He splutters.

Yoongi picks up the water-filled bucket once more. "No, no, not again."

He splashes him with water before grabbing the stun baton. "I advise you turn away, kitten if you can't handle this part."

You tilt your head in confusion as he pushes the stun baton on the gang member, eliciting another agonizing cry from him. As the wailing continues, you cringe, shielding your ears.

Yoongi takes away the baton. "Who was the cargo intended for?"

"I-I can't t-tell you. T-they'll kill m-me." The man replies.

Yoongi exhales exasperatedly. "You'll die anyways if you don't tell me who that cargo was for."

The man clamps his lips together, terrified, he looks at the second-oldest member of the bangtan mafia group. "I-I c-can't."

"Then I'll continue." He then applies the stun baton to the prisoner's abdominal region.

The shrieks lasted for a bit longer, till Yoongi removed it again as the man struggled to take deep breaths. Yoongi was about to push the gadget against him again when the gang member stopped him. "Wait, wait!"

"I-I can't tell you w-who the shipment was for, b-because I don't know who it is."

"How can you negotiate a cargo agreement with someone you don't even know?" Yoongi asks, judgingly. "Are you telling me you don't know who this man is?"

He shows the image that was contained in the evidence package from their anonymous tip a few weeks ago. "Isn't this your little gang meeting up with a man who runs a medical facility?"

"Y-yes, but that wasn't who that supplies were for."

"B-but I don't make the deals, s-so I wouldn't know—" He explains.

"You're the one who does the dirty work, I know." Yoongi sighs and sets the photo down after finishing his sentence.

"But if you don't make the deals, surely you know who does." Yoongi arches his brow in expectancy.

The guy nods, gulping. "I-I do..."

"Tell me now."

Jin was on his way to find Yoongi and remind him that it was his turn to make dinner. He enters his dongsaeng's bedroom, only to be met by the void of his presence. He furrows his brows and begins searching for him throughout the mansion until he comes upon their vast gym room, which Jungkook is occupying.

He walks in, quickly drawing the maknae's attention. "Hey, hyung."

"Hey, Jungkook, I'm looking for Yoongi. It's his turn to prepare dinner. Do you know where he is?"

With the white rag in his hand, the younger pats his forehead. "Yeah, he's in the interrogation room."

Jin's brow furrows in surprise. "He's still there?" He glances at his silver wristwatch. "It's almost six, that means he's been in there for hours."

"Yeah, he claimed he was close to getting the guy to talk." He nods.

"Okay, thank you. Remember to wash up before you come for dinner." The elder pivots, about to return to the entrance.

"Yes mom." Jungkook rolls his eyes. "By the way, that girl is with Yoongi as well."

Jin comes to a halt before grabbing the door handle and turning to face him. "The girl? She's in the interrogation room with Yoongi?"

"Yeah, he said he needed her before the guy passed out on him." Jungkook answers without making eye contact as he resumes his workout on the bench.

Jin pauses for a moment. "Why would— Oh, my god, that little... I'll go, see you later, Kook."

The latter simply grunts in response, as Jin walked out of the gym to the basement interrogation room.

As he descends the stairs, he strains his ears to hear something, anything, despite knowing that the room had been soundproofed courtesy of Jungkook's big brain.

He approaches the door and swings it open. "Min Yoongi, what do you think you—"

Jin stop mid-sentence as he registered the scene in front of him. Yoongi is stuck, staring at you with uncertainty as to what to do about the state you're in.

Earlier, before Jin arrived, the gang member finally told Yoongi what he needed to know, and everything he did know. Yoongi then ordered you to heal him in order to torture him again as retribution for the man's delay in providing the information and send a message to that gang. One that tells them explicitly that Bangtan always gets what they want and that no one can or will stop them from achieving their objective; if they do so, they should count themselves unlucky.

Of course, he didn't tell you that. You knew and were trained not to question commands, only to obey them. So you complied with his demands, but both of you didn't anticipate how severe the healing process would be on you, until now.

Like the previous times, your veins from your fingers to your elbow glow purple and match the veins of the man you are holding as your hands are gently squeezing his sides.

The pain was first somewhat more than you could handle, but the more you lingered with the man, the worse it became. You did your best to prevent the cries and whimpers that threatened to spill from your mouth. No, you can't take your hands off him just yet; he's not completely healed, and his pain hasn't gone away, you thought.

Back at the facility where you escaped, if the healing procedure wasn't fully completed and the subject's pain wasn't properly drained out, you were met with consequences. Consequences that ensured you never made the same mistake twice. You want to take your hands off the man, but if you do, you could suffer the same repercussions as before, which you don't want more than anything.

You don't notice it at first, but as the pain transferring grows increasingly intense, your veins and eyes begin to shine brighter and your head rolls back. You whimper softly as you take more, not only feeling the scorching pain in your abdomen but also in your head. You're not sure what's going on, maybe because you've never reduced pain like this before, causing your senses to surge into overdrive.

Blood begins to seep from your nostrils as your face glows brightly and your head lolls back. And it wasn't until you let out an audible whine that Jin breaks out of his trance on you and rushes up to you.

He grabs your shoulders and jerks you away from the man, interfering with the healing process. And as soon as you lost contact, the agonizing sensation subsided, but the aftereffects almost immediately caused you to become limp in Jin's arms.

Jin drops to the floor with you, softly cradling you. He attempts to wake you, but you don't respond. "Ya! Wake up!"

The elder shifts his gaze from you to Yoongi. "What did you do, Oranyan?"

Yoongi meets his gaze. "I didn't do anything. All I asked her was to heal him."

"And from there, I don't know what was happening. I thought she was just healing him."

Jin's lips pinched as he returned his attention to you, his gaze drawn to the blood gushing down your nose. "I-I think it was too much for her."

"Too much?" Yoongi questions.

"After all, she is still a human being, just like me, you, and that punk over there." Jin replies. "Everyone has a limit, I know you know that, otherwise you wouldn't have asked her for help."

Yoongi turns away as Jin rises up and lifts you in bridal style. "I'll have one of the maknaes take care of whatever happened here."

"I came to tell you that you need to make dinner. And you'd best be prepared to explain everything later." He exits the interrogation room, leaving his dongsaeng behind.

Jin walks across the living room to the front entrance as he emerges from the basement. Their medical clinic is separate from their mansion, but still on their property, so they would have to walk a short distance to the modest housing unit.

On the way to the clinic, he comes across Namjoon, who is reading a book on one of the white benches on their magnificent front yard. Jin's footsteps on the gravel draw the leader's attention away from his book.

When he sees your unconscious body in the arms of his hyung, his brow furrows. He stands from the bench and walks over to you both. "What happened?"

Jin sighs. "I'm not sure, I found her with Yoongi in the interrogation room."

"I guess he needed her to heal the guy since he went too far again." He elaborates. "I think she passed out because it was too much for her."

When the three of you arrive at the clinic, Namjoon goes ahead and holds the door open for Jin. Jin lays you on the automatic medical fowler bed before scurrying into the clinic's supply room to retrieve some tools to help you.

"She's bleeding." Namjoon points out, as the other moves about.

"Oh really Namjoon, I hadn't realized that. Thanks for pointing it out." Jin reacts sarcastically.

Namjoon pouts. "Geez, I didn't notice it until now, okay."

Jin finally returns to you with the appropriate equipments. He needs to check sure you're still alive, so he attaches the fingertip pulse oximeter to your index finger and connects it to the machine.

The machine then detects your heartbeat, allowing the elder to exhale a relieved sigh. "Well, she's alive—"

"What are you doing?" Namjoon observes Jin as he drags a machine close to your head.

"I'm going to scan for her brain activity and see what's going on in that little head of hers when this happens." Jin answers. "I had some suspicion when she helped Jungkook."

"And that is?"

"I'll try to explain it simply, you know when she takes away the pain—" Namjoon nods, encouraging him to go on. "I believe she achieves this by transferring the pain we feel to herself, which means she will experience all of our pain at the moment."

Namjoon's pupils constrict. "That's… That's pretty sensible."

"But, we'll conduct a test to further confirm it." Jin tells him. "You asked me to do some research on the girl, so here it is."

"Shouldn't we first wake her up?" Namjoon inquires.

He shook his head. "No, at least not yet. I'd want to compare the results. Right now, her brain activity should be fairly stable, but we'll see."

Jin surrounds your head with the swoop portable mri scanner. He types on the machine's screen, and the machine whirrs away, leaving the two men waiting for the results of the scan.

It isn't long until the device completes the process and emits an electronic beep. Jin moves to the display computer beside them and types briefly on the keyboard before the scan results appear. Namjoon approaches him from behind, peering over his shoulder.

"What do the results indicate?" Namjoon asks, his eyes never leaving the screen.

"These yellow-red patches in her frontal and parietal lobes are likely the stress-related aftereffects of the physical pain she suffered." Jin explains.

"It's almost mostly red on her parietal lobe, is that worse?" Namjoon inquires.

The master hacker nods. "Yes, the parietal lobe is in charge of sensory perception, such as taste, hearing, sight, smell, and… touch."

"You're right, then…" The leader concludes.

Jin snorts. "I'm always right."

Namjoon rolls his eyes. "Whatever."

Suddenly, the two men hear fabric ruffling, signifying that you are waking up.

They pivot, seeing your eyelids flutter open with a scrunch between your brows. When you fully wake, your face softens into a muddled look. You sat up hastily, swiveling your head in the strange room until you noticed the two familiar men alongside you.

Your wide doe-like eyes lock onto them. "W-where am I?"

"You're in our clinic house." The lens-spectacle man responds.

"A c-clinic ho-use…?" You stutter.

"Yeah, it's like going to a doctor's office to be healed and whatnot." Namjoon simply explains for you. "

"Healed…?" You tilt your head. "But I heal me."

"Well, it's also a place to find out whether there's something wrong with you." Jin adds.

Your eyes widen with a trace of panic, which the two men pick up on, only raising more questions about you in their minds. "I-Is something wrong in me?"

The oldest member shakes his head. "I wouldn't say bad, we're just doing tests to see what you do."

They test you; you must do well, you reason, thus you almost instantly sat up straight. "What do I do?"

"Huh?" Jin lifts his brows.

"You said, test me…" You started making that cute gesture you make when you're trying to explain yourself. Wait, cute? What on earth are they thinking?

"So 0-0-7, do what you say."

"Oh well, it's not much. It's a quick thing." Jin begins, then pats Namjoon on the shoulder. "Namjoon here is going to hurt himself, and you're going to heal him again."

Namjoon looks at Jin. "Excuse me? Since when have I-"

"Since now. Now go hurt yourself with something." Jin smiles tightly.

"With what exactly?" He narrows his eyes at his hyung.

The latter merely shrugs. "I don't know. You're the clumsy one."

"Fuck you. I'm NOT that clumsy." The younger scowls.

Jin's brow furrows. "No… You're quite clumsy at times, it's ridiculous."

"Am not." Namjoon groans.

"Remind me who packed the wrong explosive on the helicopter?" The broad-shouldered man crosses his arms and stares expectantly at the other.

"Hey-! It's not my fault they look the same to me!" Namjoon accusingly points at him.

"And neither is it my fault, you were too over-confident."

"Look, if you're not going to hurt yourself, I will." Jin says.

"Oh, really? And how are you—ah!" When Jin jabs a scalpel into his hand and swiftly retracts it, the tactical genius yelps loudly.

"YA! Are you crazy?!" Namjoon exclaims with disbelief.

"I did strap a missile to a tiny helicopter in order to blow up a moving truck… So, perhaps a little?" He replies condescendingly.

"Again, fuck you, that hurt."

"Well, of course, it hurts you pabo, I stabbed your hand."

Jin claps his hands. "Okay, now that he sustained an injury—" He turns to look at you, only to catch you looking at both of them, frightened. Jin's unexpected action may have scared you. The way he didn't think twice about hurting the mafia leader reminded you so much of your father, who didn't hesitate about punishing his scientists and workers if the drugs and experiments on you didn't work or went wrong, along with you, of course.

"Oh, I- um, it's for the test." Jin approaches, but you simply shrink back.

And Jin dislikes it. You and he may have just spent a short time together, but he preferred it when you didn't back away from him. "H-hey, I'm not going to hurt you like that... that, was just for the test."

You reluctantly nodded, then shifted your gaze to the leader, feeling a clear sensation in you that he's hurt. Namjoon meets your eyes, knowing exactly what you're about to ask him. He chuckles to himself, you're like an open book, so simple to read.

He approaches you and extends his hand to you. But Jin stops you before you can display your glowing visage again. "Wait, let me first put this on you."

He grabs a piece of the contraption and places it on your head, puzzling Namjoon. "What is that?"

"It's a neuro headset. It will read her brain activity and transmit it to us in real-time while she heals you." He answers.

As Jin finishes setting the headset on you, Namjoon's lips make an 'o' of understanding. "Okay, you're all set."

Then, he locks eye contact with you, with no animosity. "Don't worry, whether you heal him or not, you'll do well."

Your lips curl into a little grin at his remarks, now nodding with more confidence, which causes him to smile as well. You cover Namjoon's bleeding wound with your feathery touch. Your purple glow comes to life, illuminating your veins, around the wound, and your eyes.

You begin to close the cut on Namjoon's hand while also relieving his pain. And this time, Namjoon truly focusses on your face, attentively watching even the smallest twitches in your face as Jin keeps his attention, analyzing your brain waves. When you transfer the pain into yourself, you close your eyes and your face starts to contort in discomfort.

Jin is right; when you're healing someone, you experience all they feel. He leans back in shock, watching as the wavelengths on the screen bounce higher, indicating the severity of your discomfort. You slowly open your eyes again a few seconds later, and your purple light fades, indicating that the process was complete.

You let go of the dimpled man's hand, revealing it to be perfectly flawless, as if the injury had never occurred. He then pivots, waiting to hear from the master hacker about your brain activity.

Jin just nods his head, confirming Namjoon's thoughts. You're a true enigma to figure out. “How do you feel?”

Namjoon's question makes you blink. “Me?”

“Yes, how do you feel?”

“I feel… okay?” You say.

"007, what did you mean when I asked you how you take away our pain?" Jin asks.

You hum. “Your pain, my pain.”

"I should've known then, but now I know. This changes things a bit."

Namjoon nods. “It does. So we can’t entirely rely on her when it comes to the more severe injuries.”

“We have to tell the others about it.”

“Indeed, we do. We have a lot to talk about anyways, I assume Yoongi got the man to talk.”

Jin rolls his eyes. “Yeah.”

By dinnertime, the seven members had gathered in the dining room, where the delicious food had been prepared by the scar-faced man.

The table was unusually quiet, which generally meant that something bad or novel would be spoken. In any case, the maknae line never enjoyed the tense atmosphere, at least not at the dinner table.

Jungkook uttered a whine. “Okay, what’s going on?”

“I have something to say…”

“I have some information…”

Yoongi and Jin spoke at the same time, causing the others to raise their brows and the two men to exchange glances.

“Well, since I’m the older one, you go first.” Jin crosses his arms.

Yoongi only huffs. “Sure… I got a name and location for the gang. The birdie informed me that their gang's leader conducts business in private. But he uses an alias. So it's pointless to try to check his background."

“And the location?” Namjoon inquires.

“Daegu. They had plans if they were compromised they’d lay low there.”

"It seems that their leader loves Golden Dragons. And, that he’s a person we don’t come to and demand of, he comes to you, or so he says.” He rolls his eyes.

“Then we’ll go to Daegu.” Namjoon declares.

Taehyung’s eyes widened. “Deagu?! That’s hours away. That’ll be—”

"Yes, it will be a full work day for us, maybe a couple of work days." Namjoon confirms.

"When are we leaving?" Hoseok questions, unfazed by the sudden plans.

"The sooner the better, therefore we'll leave tomorrow." The leader answers.

The maknae groans. “Aw man, that means we’re going to have to pack tonight.” Jimin scolds him quietly by pinching his leg.

“Then it’s settled, we’re going to Daegu tomorrow.”

Jimin looks at Jin. “Now, what was it you were going to share hyung?”

He exhales, his shoulders dropping. “It’s about the girl, 007.”

“What about her? Is she okay?” His face is filled with concern. “Actually, now that I think about it, I haven’t seen her since she went into the interrogation room with Yoongi.”

“Well, she’s alright now. But it’s about her… abilities, we could say…” He begins.

"We all know that one of her abilities is to heal wounds and relieve pain for all of us, or anybody, really—"

"You're rambling again, Jin hyung." Jimin puffs his cheeks.

He exhales forcefully. "Remember when she came to help you when I extracted the bullet from you, Jungkook?" Jungkook nods, and Jin resumes. "What she did when she numbed the pain was transfer the pain to herself."

"Meaning, she felt all the pain you were feeling at that moment—that's how she does that thing." He explains.

The table falls silent once more as everyone processes the new information.

"See, I had a feeling bringing her down there wasn't a smart idea." Taehyung frowns at Yoongi.

"Ya, none of us knew that until now. Don't blame me." The older glares back.

"How did you find out about this?" Asked Jungkook.

"Well, Namjoon and I went to the clinic to run some brief tests on her after she passed out in the interrogation room. Her brain scans reveal it all." Jin replies.

"Ah… I see…"

"Wait- Did you say she collapsed?!" Jimin's eyes widened as he turned to face the person who had prepared dinner.

"What do you want me to say— I didn't think that would happen." Yoongi shrugs.

"Alright, well, we all know now. We can't rely fully on her if one of us suffers a more severe injury." Namjoon breaks up the members' glares and looks.

"But she was fine when she was healing Jungkook," Jimin muses.

"The only difference is that he didn't have the drug put into him." Jin sneers.

Oranyan slams the table with his fist. "Can't you all be thankful that I got something from him to help us all?"

"Seriously, all I've been hearing at this table is how badly I screwed up. It's annoying." He clenches his teeth.

"You know what, whatever, I'm not hungry anymore." He abruptly rises from his seat, and all six of the remaining eyes follow him.

"Where are you going Yoongi?" Jin sighs.

"Room." He walks away without looking back.

They all looked at each other for a moment before Taehyung broke the quiet. "Shouldn't we—"

"No, just leave him alone for the time being. He needs his time to cool off." Namjoon replies.

"And speaking of the girl, since were going on our little business trip, we just can't leave her here the entire time."

"What do you suggest we do?" Hoseok cocks his head.

"We'll enroll her in school." Namjoon responds while slicing his steak.

"A school… You want to put her in school?" Hoseok repeats.

"Yes."

"I think she'll be alright with Sun-woo here." Jungkook insists.

"Yeah, but for a more than a day, busy with what? A children's cartoon?" Namjoon counteracts.

Jungkook raises his hands in surrender. "I'm simply looking at it logically. I mean, she has no social skills, rarely speaks, and doesn't even recognize half of the items in this house. You think she'll survive a day at a school?"

"While I understand your point of view, Jungkook, I think Namjoon's idea is good. How else could she learn those things—certainly not from us." Jin sips from his glass of wine. "And I believe that is also a logical viewpoint. She wouldn't gain from being cooped up in this mansion. And if she's going to stay with us, she might as well learn a thing or two."

"Are we even going to be able to have her registered so quickly? We leave tomorrow." Taehyung questions.

Jin smirks. "Look who you're talking to; what you're asking me is child's play."

"I mean, she's the one forced into a new environment after all." Jimin proposed.

Namjoon nods. "We will and we'll get her registered first thing tomorrow, and then leave later in the evening. Does that sound good?"

Everyone hums or nods in accordance to their leader's instructions.

"So… I think it's very clear we can't register with the number she gave us. She needs a name." Jungkook stuffs his mouth with food, ravenous after all that talking.

"Hmm, you're right… Maybe we can discuss that with her."

Yoongi exits the dining area and ascends the stairs, walking idly along the corridor until he glances up and finds himself in front of your bedroom door.

Over the course of a few weeks, it appears that him bringing your food for dinner has become such a habit that even his body knows where to go and for what without even realizing it. He throws your door open, making you flinch at the door slamming as he strides in, still agitated by the dinner conversation.

“Your food.” He spits, roughly placing it on the bedside table in front of you.

With a little furrow between your brows, you gaze up at him silently. “Y-you… feel not good.”

“Yeah, and I wonder whose fault is that?” He sneers.

"Who?" Curiosity filled your eyes.

He scowls and mentally breathes, cool it Yoongi, one less thing for them to nag you about if you blow up in front of her. "It's none of your business."

You avert your eyes, now staring at the meal. You have a sense that if you make any abrupt moves, you'll set him off. But your inaction seemed to irritate him even more.

You can feel his frustration waves making you tense as he clicks his tongue. “Ya-! Are you gonna eat or what?”

You swallow, unsure where to look, but nod anyway. “I-I will.”

“Well, then…” He narrows his eyes at you.

You perceive this as a cue to start eating on your own. You assume he won't feed you tonight, so you'll have to help feed yourself. And, of course, you're still not sure how to use the utensils.

Your fingers tremble slightly as you reach for the food on the white porcelain plate, scooping up the rice and spicy red vegetable known as Kimichi, which you learned you really liked. Your other hand goes to rip a piece of meat jun that you also found you really liked the flavor of.

So you started stuffing the food into your mouth wordlessly, completely disregarding the silvery utensils on either side of the tray, just like the first time he served you dinner.

He catches your attention with an impatient sigh. "Weeks have passed, and you still can't manage something as basic as a spoon or chopsticks?"

"You see these things—" He motions with the spoon and chopsticks, causing you to nod while starring at him. "Use them. Now."

"O-okay." You squeak, clutching the spoon with your food-strewn hands, knowing that it was easier for you to use.

When you picked up the spoon, you tried to mimic what the man in front of you used to do when he fed you, scooping the rice and ready to rip a piece of meat jun again when Yoongi stopped you. "No, use the chopsticks. You've spent enough time watching to understand how to use it."

You hesitantly nod once more before taking the two silver sticks. However, you struggle to grasp it properly when you try to take a piece of the meat jun with the chopstick, holding the utensil awkwardly. You were able to rip a little bit, but as soon as you got a grip of it between the metal sticks, it fell instantly.

You puff softly, attempting it again—once… twice… three times—but it falls pitifully at each attempt. And this simply adds to the master manipulator's aggravation. "YA! Are you that helpless, or should I say useless?"

Your lips quiver faintly as you recoil at his outburst. You disliked it when people yelled at you. With the pathetic ratio of successes and failures you accumulated during your 'training' and testing, it always reminded you how much of a failure you are.

"Can't even use a simple object. I won't understand how any of them think any good of you when you can't even do this." He rants angrily, pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed.

And you hadn't realized that when you finally looked up at him again, your eyes blazed purple, indicating that you were scared of him. He exhales deeply before opening his eyes and returning your gaze, noticing your vivid violet eyes.

He's quite taken aback by it, but he doesn't show it. This happened the last time he saw you for the first time. Why are your eyes so bright when you're just with him? He steps back. "I don't have time to deal with this; I'll have someone fetch the platter when you're done."

He quickly pivots, shrewdly speed-walking back to your door, leaving you in the tense atmosphere.

The next day, the group convened once more to have you registered at one of the nearby schools, as planned. After dinner, Jin proceeded to forge various documents to formally enroll you, such as a paper proof of residency and emergency contact information, as well as fill out a general application form to prevent any suspicions and questioning.

To be totally honest, it'll still raise quite a few eyebrows for one of the country's most infamous mafia gangs to suddenly enroll a girl who hasn't seemed to exist for the previous nineteen years.

The final thing they needed to do was to create a birth certificate for you, but first they had to come up with a name for you. So, with the seven men in your room, they start to discuss the ideal name for you.

"Good morning 007." Jimin grins politely and joins the rest of you in the room, holding a platter of steaming tea in his hands.

With a little wave, you falteringly smile. "Hi…"

You gaze with curiosity as he sets the tray on your nightstand. "Is that my medicine?"

Jimin pauses, puzzledly glancing at you. "Medicine-? This? Oh, no, it's tea. Green tea."

"Tea? Will it make me caa-lm?" You queried.

"I guess…? It's healthy for you." Jimin responds hesitantly.

"007, did they give you something like this back where you're from?" Taehyung questions.

You nod truthfully. "They make me take to caa-lm me."

"And do you know what kind of medicine they give you?"

"Mister said P-pavulon… I t-take when they fix me." You stumble through your reply, trying your hardest to get the words out.

Jin's eyes widened in shock, but Hoseok, being the astute observer that he is, notices it. "I take it, it sounds familiar to you hyung?"

Everyone looks at Jin as he nods in affirmation. "Pavulon- or more precisely, pancuronium it's a neuromuscular blocker used as an adjunct to general anesthesia to facilitate tracheal intubation and to provide skeletal muscle relaxation for patients that undergoes mechanical ventilation or I assume, in her case, surgery."

"Maybe talk in dumb for people who don't understand science terminology you." Jungkook smiles sarcastically.

"It's a more targeted paralytic medicine used in conjunction with general anesthetic to induce skeletal muscular relaxation in the patient, which will require mechanical ventilation since they'll struggle to breathe on their own." Jin explains again.

"So they're practically paralyzed from the neck down?" Taehyung frowns.

"Yes, and in fact, seventy percent of the time, some people do not regain their sensation, resulting in death." Jin continues. "That's why several laws to ban the drug were almost passed."

"But I assume it's only after a certain number of times they've been drugged with it or how much they've been given in one dose, right?" Jimin's face is covered in worry.

"That is correct, and she is quite lucky to still be able to move or be alive."

"Wait a minute- why would they need to use such a strong drug to get her into that state?" The maknae wonders aloud.

Namjoon rubs his chin. "That's a good question, Jungkook."

"Well, given what we know, one thing is certain: whatever facility 007 came from isn't a regular facility."

"Jin, you were able to get any details on her?" Namjoon looks to the eldest.

The latter shakes his head. "No boss, absolutely no traces of her. When Jimin and Jungkook met her, she seemed to appear out of nowhere."

"Alright, it seems like we'll have to make do with what she can tell us about the institution where she was held."

"But for the time being, let's concentrate on the enrollment—So, 007…" The leader now turns his attention to you. "We talked last night, and we all agreed to send you to school because we'll be away on a… business trip."

Yoongi snorts, stifling a laugh, at the notion of you attending school during their time in Daegu. But the rest of them gave him a look that made him shrug. "What-? I thought it was funny, nothing wrong with that."

"What is school?" You tilt your head.

"Basically prison." Jungkook muttered, but loud enough for everyone to hear, and Hoseok chastised him by nonchalantly smacking the back of his head. "Ow- hey-!"

Your pupils dilated. "Prison? Did 007 do wrong?"

Jimin frantically shakes his head. "No, no, you did nothing wrong. And it's certainly NOT a prison." He then glares at his dongsaeng. "Jungkook has no idea what he's talking about."

"Oh… Then, what is it?" Your face regains its innocent expression.

"It's a place where young people like you go to learn all there is to know about the world." Jimin answers. "It… It can be enjoyable, and you'll meet a lot of other kids like you!"

"Actually, there are no other kids like her. At least a kid who can heal others and herself in seconds and has glowing eyes." Jungkook interrupts.

"Jungkook-! Seriously." Jimin gives him another scowl.

"Okay, I'll stop." He chuckles.

"You'll get used to it, I believe in you." Taehyung smiles at you.

You reciprocate his smile. "Okay, when I go?"

"Today, in a like two hours maybe." Jin checks his watch.

"However, before we can register you, we must first create a birth certificate for you. The only issue is that we need to give you a real name."

"Name…? 0-0-7—" You point to yourself. "Me- my n-name, 007."

Jin shakes his head. "No, that's a number. Those people in your facility didn't give you a name; they just gave you a number. A number makes you a subject, not a person."

"And you're a person, a human, not anything else."

"So, 007, what do you want to be called?" Taehyung lip-smiles.

With confusion, your eyes are blank. "I-I don't know."

"How about, Ae-Ri?" Jungkook suggests.

"Eh, that sounds too girly for her." Taehyung disagrees.

Jimin arches his brow. "Too girly? What makes it 'too girly', Taehyung?"

Taehyung pursed his lips. "Uh… no… Nevermind."

"What about, Eun-Ha?" Hoseok proposed.

"Oh hell no- that's my sister's name. Definitely not." Jin grimaces.

"Okay, not Eun-Ha, what do you suggest then?" The younger said.

"Let's do Min-Ah." He smirks.

Taehyung giggles. "Sounds like the a shorter girl version of Jimin-ah."

Jimin narrows his eyes on the later 95. "Fuck off, Taehyung."

"Hyung!" Jungkook whines as he notices your ears perk up at the swear word from Jimin.

Jimin looks at Jungkook then shifts his eyes to you, where you look at him with wonder. "Fuck?"

He nervously laughs. "Don't repeat that. Especially not in school, okay?"

"Fuck?"

"Yeah, don't say it okay?" And you nod in compliance, to which Jimin sighs in relief.

"Han-Byul, it's classic." Namjoon says.

"No offense Namjoon, but if I were you, I would sit this one out." Jin said.

Namjoon looks at him, completely offended. "What, why? What's wrong with my name idea?"

"It sounds ancient, you're going to make her seem old." Jungkook pats his leader's shoulder.

"Exactly, took the words right out of my mouth." Jin concurs.

"It's not old, it's classic." Namjoon repeats.

"It's old, that's what it is." Taehyung comments.

Jimin then turns to look at you. "007, how do you like the name, Ji-Won?"

"Ji-Won?" You think audibly.

Jungkook snorts. "Are you sure you want to name her after one of your hookups?"

Jimin swivels his head to look at the maknae. "No...? Wait- How do you know her name?"

"You're telling me you didn't know? She's hundred sixty-two centimeters, smaller eyes, black to blonde ombre hair— that girl, does it ring a bell?" Jungkook looks at the older expectantly.

"Ohh- her... Why do you even remember her anyways?" The master seducer squints at him.

"She came crying to me when you broke the 'news' to her one day after your guys 'amazing' night." He answers.

"Oh- well, then I got nothin'." Jimin says.

The room eventually became silent as they all struggled to come up with a nice name for you, as you sat on your knees gazing at them on your bed.

"Y/N." A voice disrupts the silence.

All seven heads turned to look at the source of the voice, and all eyes were drawn to Yoongi. "What did you say?"

"Y/N, it's simple, and it matches her- I guess…" He mumbles, his eyes averted elsewhere, missing the way your eyes gleam at the mention of the name. Hearing it piques your interest.

Another beat goes by, and your sweet voice comes out. "Y/N…"

"I l-like Y/N." You say again.

Jungkook, Namjoon, and Hoseok's expressions gradually shift to one of slight surprise, while Jimin, Jin, and Taehyung's slowly smirk at your response before diverting their attention to the second-oldest member's reaction to your reaction.

Yoongi coughs, attempting to dismiss it; the bitterness from last night is still present. "Goo- Yeah, whatever."

"Alright, if 007 likes it, then we'll go with it." Namjoon claps his hands.

Everyone accepts with a nod, and Taehyung's boxy smile forms on his face. "It's nice to meet finally meet you, Y/N."

You grin, revealing your teeth. "T-thank you, Tae-tae…"

"D-did I say name r-right?"

Hoseok chuckles as he tries to correct you. "It's actually—"

But Taehyung interjects, waving his hand. "Yeah, you can call me Tae-Tae."

You giggle slightly in response to his pleasant remark.

After a fifteen-minute drive, the eight of you arrived at Yonsei University. The chauffeur parks their black Mercedes-Benz Sprinter Luxury van, and shortly after you all exited, eliciting numerous attention from students and a few from the school's bypassing staff.

Your eyes surveyed the magnificent architecture, which was partially covered by what appeared to be green moss. Jimin and Jungkook walked on each side of you, both staring at the structure. "From now on, this is where you'll spend the majority of your time."

You twist your head to look at the tattooed-sleeved man on your left. "I-It looks n-ice."

Jimin hums, looking at you. "I think so too."

"Let's go inside." Namjoon announces.

To say that everyone in the front office was surprised is an understatement. Everyone halted in their tracks to gawk at the mafia gang as they strolled in with you, nearing the front desk where the assistant head administrator stands.

She gulps visibly as you all approach, Namjoon in front. "We want to register a student here. Where is your head administrator?"

"H-quite he's busy at the moment, you might have to wait for about half an hour before he could meet with you." She answers.

"Well, tell him to cancel his plans right now because we're on a tight schedule." Namjoon smiles that didn't reach his eyes.

She timidly nods, reaching for the black phone beside her and dialing the number. "Hello, sir; there are people here who want to enroll a student right now."

"Didn't I say I had work to do? Tell them I decline to meet them, and do your job to set up another time."

"Besides, it's mid-year; they're crazy to register them now."

The assistant anxiously flickers her eyes at Bangtan, which catches Hoseok's attention. "Sir, you don't understand…"

Hoseok's face twitches with amusement as he approaches Namjoon from behind. "Boss, he's most likely refusing."

The woman hears Hoseok and glances at them both with fright. "Ah- no, he'll—"

Namjoon blinks, his face expressionless yet menacing to everyone else. "I'll talk to him."

She hands the phone to Bangtan's leader immediately. He then presses the phone against his ear. "Morning, Pang Chunso-ssi—"

"Who am I speaking to? Are you the one who wants to enroll a student in the middle of the school year? Are you insane?"

Namjoon chuckles dryly. "This is Black Mamba speaking, I'm sure you've heard of me."

The phone went silent.

"Good, you have. Then you should know that I wasn't asking when I said I wanted to register a student here."

The man suddenly clears his throat. "I apologize! O-of course, I'll have my schedule c-cleared out r-right now."

"Excellent. And one more thing Pang Chunso-ssi..."

"Yes... Sir?"

"Am I crazy?" He grinned evilly.

"N-No, o-of course n-not, sir."

"Right, because I'm not that crazy to know about the secret second family you've been hiding from your wife and two kids for the past three years." He replies.

"H-how…"

"Ah, ah, no questions, we'll be at your office in two minutes, and if you're not ready by then, all of those pictures will be sent in two minutes, understood?"

"Y-yes."

"See you soon, Chunso-ssi." He hangs up the phone and returns it to the woman. "Lead us to his office."

They entered the chief administrator's office two minutes later, exactly as Namjoon had stated, with the documents in Jin's hands. As Bangtan comes in, the man straightens up.

He greets Namjoon and the others with a 90-degree bow. "Please take a seat."

"To begin, I'll need the application form, birth certificate, past school records, and emergency contact documents." He begins.

Jin passes over the packet with all of the necessary documentation. "There aren't any school records."

"Pardon?" He raises his eyes to Jin.

"She's never been to school before; this is her first time." Jin responds.

The head administrator's face contorts in befuddlement. "And it's for…" He then takes a look at the application form and the birth certificate. "…Kim Y/N."

"Y/N, me." You smile as you talk, pulling the man's attention to yourself.

He smiles professionally. "That's the new student, I see. I see- well, unfortunately, without any school records, we won't be able to—"

"Perhaps I didn't make myself clear Pang Chunso-ssi... Should we find out how your wife and kids will react when they realize you—"

"Okay, okay!" He coughs, trying to keep his composure. "I'll get her registered, she'll start attending tomorrow."

"Today." Namjoon cuts in.

"I- Today..." Chunso glances at his assistant, calling her over. "Tell them to prepare her transcripts and class schedule."

The woman nods, taking the documents and hurriedly leaving the office. Chunso then claps his hands. "Well, you may wait outside, her papers will be ready in a few short minutes."

They all rise from their chairs, and the man bows ninety degrees again. You cock your head. "What are you doing?"

Everyone then looks at you. "I-I'm showing respect."

"Oh." You blankly look at him up and down then mirror his actions, bowing ninety degrees, making the old man's eyes widen. "Huh-?!"

Before you could say anything else, you're grabbed by the shoulder and led out of the office, leaving the headmaster stunned.

"Y/N, you don't have to do that." Jin tells you.

"Why?"

"You're with us, or at least closely associated with us now. And a thing about Bangtan, they don't bow down to anyone, so neither should you." Namjoon explains.

"So... no bow?"

"Yes."

Once your papers were printed, indicating that you were an official student at the school, the assistant informed you that you would be given a tour of the school by another student, which meant that the seven men who accompanied you were no longer required to be present.

So they're back at the entryway, near their parked luxury vehicle, wishing you goodbye.

"I feel like a mother dropping her child off at college." Jin says this while smiling at you. "But aside from that, behave well and have fun, okay?"

He carefully extends his hand and softly pets your head, making you grin slightly as you hum in response.

Jin steps back, allowing the others their turn. Everyone except Yoongi, who is already grimacing in the van as his members say their goodbyes.

Hoseok and Namjoon finished their turn next, followed by Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung.

"Ya, don't do anything I wouldn't, alright?" Jungkook says, causing Taehyung and Jimin to nudge him roughly. "What-? I didn't say anything bad."

"Yeah but she doesn't understand that. And besides, the things you wouldn't do is socialize and be nice to others." Taehyung rolls his eyes.

"That's exactly my point." Jungkook responds, which makes the elder less amused.

He then looks at you. "Hope you have fun my cutie. We'll be back before you know it."

The two youngest then climbed in the vehicle with the others, leaving Jimin alone. "Also if anyone bothers you, tell us okay?"

You nod. "O-okay."

He ruffles your hair lightly. "Bye Y/N. We'll arrange for Sun-woo to pick you up after school."

"Just look for a car like this one, understood?"

"Yes."

Finally, all seven members piled into the vehicle and drove away.

"Y/N-ssi." Someone beckons to you, prompting you to turn around.

"Hello." You greet. "My name, Y/N."

"I know, I called you that." He rolls his eyes. "Anyway, I'm Young-Jae, I'm assigned to show you around the school, so keep up."

"Keep up?" You furrow your brows at the phrase.

"Yeah, it means don't be slow." He scoffs. "What are you five?"

"No, my name, Y/N." You gesture to yourself.

He irritably clicks his tongue. "Yeah, you said that twice, now come on."

After about a half-hour tour of the school, Young-Jae had bite his tongue every few seconds in answer to your absurd questions. Seriously, how do you not know any of the stuff here, like a water fountain. Were you born under a rock, or are you just dumb?

Then a bright bulb went out in his head, yeah, it will undoubtedly be a memorable first day of school for you. He comes to a halt in the middle of his stroll, which causes you to come to a halt as well. "Hey, wanna see a cool spot that no one else knows about?"

"Cool…?" Your brow furrows with interest.

"Yeah, you'll enjoy this." He lies.

"O-okay." You blithely agree. Too easy, he thought.

He snatches your wrist and drags you over campus, your small legs struggling to keep up with his speed. He then comes to a halt in the middle of the corridor, in front of an old, worn-out door. "We've arrived."

You peer around behind him, your gaze scanning the door. "What is it?"

"Oh, there are so many great things you could play with." He responds in a phony happy tone that you miss.

If there was anything nice that came out of the facility, it was the unlimited quantity of toys you were given to keep you entertained in the ten-by-ten-foot box room.

"I-I can g-o in-sside?" You questioned.

"Sure you can!" He opens the door and then shoves you inside. "Have fun!"

Then he shuts the door and doesn't bother to switch on the lights for you. You stare about in the darkness until you hear a click that causes your head to jerk up. "H-hello?"

But all you're met with is silence.

And suddenly, the darkness merely brings back the unpleasant memories you're trying to erase. You start grabbing your chest and squeezing it repeatedly, striving to keep your whimpers silent. Your eyes are closed as you strive to remain quiet; otherwise, someone could discover you and scold you for being so… weak…

"Hello, 007." An artificial voice interrupted your thoughts, forcing you to startle and open your eyes.

Your wide eyes landed on a purple three-dimensional holographic lady, and your eyes began to glow violet again as you stared at the unknown woman in front of you.

"Do not be afraid 007, I am only here to assist you." The woman speaks robotically.

"My name is Genesis, and I am a three-dimensional artificial intelligence. Dr. Hyon Kwan created me. Also known as for you, Mister."

masterpost | two | four

SCHLIMAZEL MASTERPOST - IDOL! BTS X F! READER

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summary: [ schlimazel - a consistently unlucky person. ] you surely did not imagine encountering the individuals you admire most while beaten and bruised. yet, it ironically became the beginning of an unforeseen and beautiful friendship that unknowingly evolved beyond that.

"You don't have to be slitting your wrists to know you're suicidal Y/N!" He shouted. "You're so careless with your life like it has no meaning!"

Your fists tightened. "Well, maybe it doesn't! Ever thought about that!"

a story about acceptance and emotional longing.

pairings: idol bts ot7 x female reader

genre: idol au | mental health au | heavy angst | romance | tragedy | slice of life | fluff

warnings: mental health, mentions of violence, abuse, rape, medical disabilities, blood, guns, attempted su!cide, major character death.

[ ✭ = chap includes triggers ]

intro + characters

prologue (must read) - wc: 1K+

summary: this prologue is basically going to be a brief back story of Y/N so that you'll understand future references as you continue to read the book.

stage one - tragedy

chapter one - wc: 10k+

summary: during the dead of the night, you come across a crime that leaves bitterness in your mouth, prompting you to act recklessly yet valiantly against it and the perpetrators. unfortunately, your escape could only last for so long before you’re confronted, but coincidentally, seven particular men happened to drive by, and one of them refused to ignore such a horrific spectacle.

i speak portuguese so when i saw the word "saudade" on schlimazel's intro i was so happy omg

awww, i'm glad that it brought you joy to see a word from your language. i hope you look forward to the fanfic, because the first chapter may be posted soon! <3

SCHLIMAZEL [ PROLOGUE ]

Above is the book teaser, please watch in full 4kHD and turn on subtitles! (English, Russian and Spanish are available!) Here is the link, if you prefer to watch it on the youtube app/web.

summary: this prologue is basically going to be a brief back story of Y/N so that you'll understand future references as you continue to read the book.

pairings: idol bts ot7 x female reader

genre: idol au | mental health au | heavy angst | romance | tragedy | slice of life | fluff

warnings: mentions of medical disabilities, and slight verbal bullying.

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masterpost | intro + characters | chap 1

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sau·da·de an intense melancholic longing for something or someone that one cares about and/or loves. Additionally, it often conveys the repressed realization that the subject of longing may never be obtained again.

Looking back on your childhood years before the pre-teen stage, you thought that you never truly had a "challenging" or "difficult" life. However, you must admit that it wasn't the most ideal sobering realization that you weren't always favored by everyone, even within your family and among your "friends" at the time. And that's because you and they both knew that others were just better than you, making you feel as if you were an outcast.

It was true, your medical condition did limit you, restricting you from doing and experiencing some of the things that a normal healthy child can.

Being born with epilepsy and unilateral hearing loss was the perfect combination for reminding you that every kid you met or saw was either a step or a long way ahead of you. Because of your epilepsy, you had to tread cautiously in almost all activities as a child. Even though no one said it, you felt like a ticking time bomb.

It was a long list of things that could set you off, and it forced you to avoid those situations, no matter how minor. It included naming a few, mental and physical stress, fatigue, dehydration, low blood sugar, flashing lights, high fevers, and menstruation. Can you believe that? Menstruation can possibly set you off—when that's normal for a female, and something you can't completely control.

Even with unilateral hearing loss, you couldn't enjoy playing in the water as much as you would like because you only have one good ear—which is sad because you live on an island surrounded by water. However, the doctors strongly advised against taking any chances. It was either wearing an ear plug or not go plunging your head in the water with your other family members.

To be honest, you felt embarrassed, and you had difficulty answering the commonly asked questions, such as why do you always wear that? Does it hurt when you wear it? It got to a point where you refused to get into the water for a while to avoid the needless attention. And that made you feel slightly better.

But it didn't last because you remember being at a family game party at a beach park, and at the end of the celebration, all the kids and young teens were invited to play in the grass with water balloons and water guns. Your parents weresoclose to allowing you to join them until theimpeccabletiming of the rain began, and they flatly refused your pleas to join them.

And, to top it all off, having these disabilities, as the doctors called them, was a golden opportunity for you to be teased and humiliated by some of your peers and even close family members, such as your older brother and three older cousins. That's how you realized you weren't one of those people who everyone liked. You will always be deemed 'different' since you are unable to do such simple things at their age.

Their hurtful comments always replay in your head.

'You're such a retard.'

'Shut up, you're dumb anyways, don't you know?'

'It's no wonder you're like that, it's cause you have scars on your brain.'

Even though there was some skepticism that the last sentence was true, it nonetheless wounded you deeply. But of course, a part of you believed it, knowing how frequently you went to doctors and hospitals to track the effects of your diagnosis on your brain. To you, the doctor's office and hospitals basically became your second home considering the number of times you would visit it within just a year.

You remember holding back your tears and trying to swallow that burning sensation in your throat when your older brother said those words to you. You tried— keyword 'tried'— so hard to maintain an unfazed appearance in front of everyone, then went into private to call your mother. But as soon as she answered the phone, your sobs erupted. You recall asking her, in between hiccups, if you really did have brain scars. That's how much their insults affected you. Plus you were only seven when it happened.

To your momentary relief, she assured you that this was not the case. It wasn't the first time you'd called or left a voicemail informing your parents about the bullying from your family, and it didn't help that they would brush it off and excuse them, telling you they were probably just playing around with you. Playing around with you? It didn't feel like that. Instead of finding solace, your parents' remarks merely led you farther down the path of self-hatred and loathing.

Why couldn't you be like the other kids? Why did you have to be the one with the chronic medical condition that also made you feel like a financial burden to your parents (given being on medication for most of your life)?

Perhaps that's why, when you were welcomed into your first all-girl friend group, you started to feel more secure about yourself, seeing how they were so accepting of your condition and you as a person. They were only a few years older than you, but they made you feel like you could be yourself, and they were like the older sisters you never had.

The same applies to your first early high school crush. You befriended him so quickly and soon fell into the puppy-like love relationship, which elevated your self-esteem even more, since after all those years of rejection and hurt, you believed you were now loved and favored by someone in general.

But falling into that puppy-like love so fast and so early, at the tender age of fourteen, when you barely started your high school life, was sure to crumble sooner or later. All of your friends warned you about it and him, but you disregarded them all because you've never known what it's like to be wanted by someone. You also ignored it because you were young, which meant you were naïve. And you were blinded by prior mistreatment, that distorted your judgment.

Now, at the age of nineteen, looking at your current situation, you've returned to square one. Not only did you feel self-hatred and loathing, but also the overwhelming guilt for not listening to your dear friends.

You should've known... Should've known, that love like that... The love you desired merely took away the precious remaining years of your youth that you could have lived out without feeling like you had one hand tied behind your back. The love that slowly and surely devolved into an on-and-off destructive dynamic and squandered the remainder of youth years, which you could've spent like the others in high school, exactly as you wished throughout your elementary years.

The love that left you mentally and emotionally hurt as well as, unexpectedly and worst of all, physically hurt. That's when you understood that love didn't help you find peace within yourself, and even if you did, it was only temporary.

To make the long story short, you were simply too young when you took a lot of crap from unfair people. And you were only able to gain that internal peace you longed for, after learning it from seven men you found yourself particularly drawn to. And, coincidentally, they're the same men who saved you.

masterpost | intro + characters | chap 1

Ngl I basically ranted my feelings on here... LOL anyways, I hope that wasn't too confusing for any of you. And I hope you guys will enjoy this story, thanks for reading.

Also if you're on a computer, i suggest you use this google chrome extension called "InteractiveFics". What it does is replaces "Y/N" with your name, which you will have to type in. It really helps to feel more connected to the story. Here is the link to the extension.

SCHLIMAZEL [ IDOL! BTS OT7 X F! READER ] - 1 ✭

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summary: during the dead of the night, you come across a crime that leaves bitterness in your mouth, prompting you to act recklessly yet valiantly against it and the perpetrators. unfortunately, your escape could only last for so long before you're confronted, but coincidentally, seven particular men happened to drive by, and one of them refused to ignore such a horrific spectacle.

genre: idol au | mental health au | heavy angst | romance | tragedy | slice of life | fluff | slight humor in this chapter

pairing: idol bts ot7 x female reader

warnings: mentions violence, minor blood, swearing, slight mentions of SA, slight mentions of body shaming, reverse anorexia, inconsiderate boyfriend.

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masterpost | prologue | chap 2

purple colored font, some aren't colored but they're italicized to still indicate they're speaking korean.

You shuffle your feet mindlessly while the queue at the cashier in front of you moves forward, drowning yourself in deep thought. It's only been a little more than a month since world-famous k-pop group BTS announced an indeterminate hiatus.

No one expected it; when the group hinted about a 'special announcement' in the months leading up to the reveal, everyone—referring to 'armys'—thought they were going to announce another world tour.

Perhaps to make up for the unavoidably canceled "Map of the Soul" tour back in late 2019. So, when you and the other hundreds of millions of armys heard and saw their hiatus announcement, you were all shaken to your core.

But, amazingly, when the group confirmed the fans their decision to take a break, it did not leave any animosity in the fans' hearts. They've done nothing but express their love, support, and unwavering loyalty to them, promising to wait for them for as long as they need to.

The only sourness they felt, including you, was the dreadful reality about how terrible their mental state was, all because they didn't want to disappoint any of you.

How they kept a brave face on, how they continued to shine in their light, and how they continued to give so much to their fans while giving so little to themselves. Giving little attention to truly caring for their physical and mental well-being in an attempt to please everyone.

That hurt. And none of you can blame them for it. You and the other armys already know how badly the music industry treats their artists, and undoubtedly your precious boys, therefore your anger was never directed at those seven men.

But you truly wished that, with their mental state deteriorating like that for so long (too long), they should have announced a break sooner and for as long as they needed to be completely refreshed and energized again.

And you believe that almost all armys would agree or have similar thoughts to yours right now, because knowing the fans, the true ones genuinely care for the boys.

You hope that your endless comments encouraging them to take care of themselves and 'take breaks if needed' buried under the hundreds of thousands of comments on their Weverse posts got through to them.

Because observing and listening to their anxieties and remarks about their feelings, particularly Namjoon's, shattered your heart. You could obviously see how vulnerable they felt at that time, even though some didn't appear to be showing it. After hearing their side of the story, you understood and supported their choice.

Not only that, but hearing Namjoon bravely speak about his difficulties and resolve to get better inspired you and made you admire him even more if that's possible.

Maybe I should do the same too? If they all can do it I can too, you thought.

Suddenly, a contradicting thought enters, making you pause in your headspace. Others are experiencing worse than me though, what do I have to complain about? But, why then does a part of me feel unhappy still?

And there it is again, the intrusive thoughts taking over your mind. You inwardly scold yourself, suck it up, y/n, you still have two parents and a boyfriend for god's sake— why do you need a break?

"—Ello! I said next person please!" A voice called out ahead of you, jolting you out of your trance. Your head shot up as you noticed the cashier staring at you with irritation on his face.

"O-oh! I'm sorry, I was just— never mind..." You rushed up to the counter with your selected sweet late-night snacks, given it was already twelve in the morning and pitch black outside.

The worker exhales impatiently as he collects the first two items, making you feel worse for not paying attention. You want to apologize again, but your borderline anti-social self prevents you from doing so. So you simply focused on his hands scanning your things.

"You're getting a lot for someone your size." He says randomly, causing you to look up.

"Hmm? What did you say?"

With a blunt gaze, he returns eye contact. "I said, you're purchasing a lot of these for your size. Are you going to eat these all?"

You scrunch your brows. "Yes, I am. Is there a problem with that?"

He shrugs. "No problem, but I guess looking at your figure again— it seems like you need it anyway."

The lines in between your brows deepen, and a slight frown forms on your face. "Excuse m—"

"It's just no guy will like a skinny girl like you. Eat more, bones." The corner of his lips twitched in cockiness.

You bit your lip, trying to contain your outburst toward this ugly ass prick in front of you. But you're struggling to do so- how dare he makes a comment about your appearance. The audacity this little boy in a man's body has.

You then clenched your jaw. "Last I check your job is to scan items and exchange money with the customers, not make judgemental comments to them. So unless you want to keep this pathetic barely eleven-an-hour job, you better keep your comments to yourself and start telling me how much I need to pay."

He looks at you, a little surprised, and before he can answer, you speak again. "Or are you that slow that I need to do your basic math job for you as well?"

He glances flusteredly at the cash register for the complete amount, then back at you, but he struggles to tell you the total amount. You scoff and roll your eyes as you pull out a twenty-dollar bill, flinging it at him.

"Keep the change— it's two dollars and seventy-five exactly." You remark as you carry your goods in a separate reusable bag out of the store, enjoying the baffled expression on that man's face.

You stroll down the sidewalk, gradually distancing yourself from the store. Bones. You're rather too familiar with such phrases.

You're too skinny, you need to eat more.

You seriously can't be healthy looking like that.

Are you eating at all?

But you are eating, not consistently at times, you admit, but you're eating enough. Right? You thought you were trying your best in gaining weight, eating, and weightlifting... Was the last few weeks not enough? Why is it so hard just to achieve a few more pounds?

I thought I gained a couple more pounds a few days ago. You sigh as you take your headphones from your jacket pocket and plug them into your phone.

You start playing your music on your phone, then returning your phone back to your back pocket. Shops and eateries passed you by along the way, until your eyes spot a lighted coffee shop sign, signaling that it's open. Maybe I should get something to drink too.

You entered the café, briefly scanning the small establishment before joining the line and reading their menu of various coffees and teas. When it was your turn, you pulled out one of your earbuds, ready to give the worker your order.

"Hello, what would you like to order today?"

Your eyes stayed on the menu, that one has the most calories, let's go with that. "Um, can I get an iced white mocha latte without whipped cream, please?"

The worker nods with a polite smile. "Of course, what size would you like?"

"Medium."

"Alright, that'll be four twenty." She said, then you handed the exact amount.

Your order was done minutes later, and another worker called out. "A white mocha latte, for Y/N!"

You rushed up to get your drink, murmuring a "thank you" as you pivot around to the door. You noticed sets of tables and chairs belonging to the café as soon as you exited, so you decided to enjoy your ice latte in the quiet night alone.

You sat on the opposite chair after placing your reusable bag on the seat next to you. As you took a sip from your cup, you looked out into the peaceful darkness of the night. Wow, the stars are beautiful.

Many more minutes passed, and you were almost finished with your latte. But, as with all things that seem too good to be true, it inevitably comes to an abrupt end. And that was a startling distant but heard a noise somewhere nearby, disrupting the blissful silent atmosphere.

You swivel your head, a puzzled expression on your face, to attempt to locate the source of it. You rose up from your chair, took the last few sips of your iced white mocha coffee, and tossed it into the trashcan next to you. You disconnect your earbuds and stow them in your pocket before proceeding to the sounds you heard.

You started to recognize the noises as you got closer to the location. As you drew nearer, pained groans, grunting, and whimpering began filling your ears. Before you knew it, you were turning around a corner, peering into a narrow alleyway.

And your eyes witnessed an incredibly disturbing scene, which you wish never happens to anyone. A group of four guys encircled a smaller figure, which was easily identified as a young girl. One was pinning her against the wall, while the other was literally on top of her, skin to skin, with no space between them. And the rest of them just stood there and laughed at her reaction.

You felt sickened and certainly enraged at these vile men. But, more significantly, you can't help but grieve for the girl. And you made up your decision right then and there about what you were going to do. Was it a dangerous and risky one, given that you're the same size as that girl and just a girl in general? Yeah. But was it going to spare that girl from further torment? Yes, and that was all the reason you needed to act.

You quickly notified the authorities, providing them with the specific location of where to find the girl and where to apprehend the suspects you're about to lure out. It took some persuasion to convince the dispatcher, who was hesitant, to believe you, but they did, and you assured them you'd have proof for the mens' arrest.

As soon as the call finished, you opened the camera app and started filming the scene in front of you. You made sure the camera had a clear view of each of the guys' faces, and you shouted once you obtained enough evidence. "Hey! Get off her you assholes!"

They all paused and gazed up at you, your furious glare never faltering. "I've called the cops, and I have sufficient proof to arrest all of you!"

And their expression changed instantaneously, turning angry as well. You scoffed at their reaction; they're the ones upset? "That's right— there's no use in running, so leave her alone!"

The four guys remained quiet, momentarily glancing at each other before uttering the words you'd been dreading yet anticipated. "Go after her!"

You clutched your bag firmly and took off at full speed before they could finish their sentence. You sped along the sidewalk, with multiple racing footsteps trailing behind. Your heart thudded loudly against your chest, and you can feel blood rush to your ears as the adrenaline coursed through your body.

You made a couple of alternative turns, traveling a longer route to the spot where you plotted to arrest the men in the end, giving the cops a bit more time to arrive.

You even hurled everything and anything you could find on the path to slow or stop them for a moment, allowing you a bit more energy to continue. But, thankfully, you reached the small vicinity of the specific location you gave to the authorities.

Just as you were about to come to a stop and turn to confront them, a stone-hard object hit your lower back, causing you to hiss in pain and tumble forward. You grip the back side of your ribcage, your bag sprawled on the ground beside you, and your snacks spilled. "Well, that's going to bruise."

You turn your head to see the thing that was hurled at you. And your eyes widened slightly, indeed it was a rock that hit you. Holy hell...

You try to stand up but struggle since the bruise that is now forming hurts like a bitch. You begin to perspire as you realize they are already approaching you menacingly.

You rotate your injured body around to face the four men. "You are all fucking crazy. Screw you all."

One of them smirks wickedly. "Hm, maybe after we get that evidence from you."

The shortest one crouches himself to your level. "Not so smart for a lone small girl to run in such a secluded place like this."

"You can scream, but no one will hear or come to help you." He gets uncomfortably close to your face, causing you to curl in distaste.

You spat in his face and headbutt his nose, followed by a loud cracking noise that drives him to cry out in pain while holding his nose. "The fucking bitch broke my nose!"

You grin smugly at them. "I will never give it up."

The tallest, with a nose stud, grabs your collar roughly. "Then we'd be delighted to beat it out of you." And your body filled with faint fear, but you tried to disguise it, knowing they'd simply enjoy it more. ‎ ‎ ‎

tw: mentions of violence and minor blood

Then you're abruptly pulled up and kicked hard in the gut by someone's knee, followed by a strong punch across your jaw. You dropped on all fours on the ground, coughing violently and feeling slightly dizzy.

You can hear them chuckle at the sight of you, which irritates you further. I still need to stall them, get them angry enough that they wouldn't notice anyone else approaching us, you schemed.

You blink repeatedly to lessen your dizziness for a brief while before continuing with your plan. "You know what, now that I think about it, I actually got a quick view— and man, do you have a small dick, no doubt a woman wouldn't enjoy that."

"Who's one was it again?" You turn your head to look at them as they all pause to stare at you, making you chuckle. "Never mind, it makes sense that all of you have tiny dic—"

You were kicked in the stomach again before you could finish your sentence. "Shut up!"

Your body jerks backward, causing you to land on your back, and despite your pain, you begin to laugh, confusing the four men. "Why are you laughing? You crazy bitch."

You cough as blood stains your lips scarcely. "It's just— my mom can hit harder than you."

And right then and there, you've achieved your reckless goal. Their expressions said it all; they were enraged by your remark and could no longer tolerate it.

It's like you can see the steam coming out of their ears despite the low light surrounding you and their eyes visibly darken if that was even possible.

As if you couldn't get enough, you kept going. "Or maybe I shouldn't have used 'mom,' since it must be a touchy subject for you."

"I bet you felt powerful when you were violating that poor girl because mommy didn't give you enough attention when you were little. How pitiful of you."

At this point, you're questioning if you're plain crazy or if you don't even value your life by saying that. But your absurd idea succeeded either way; you obviously struck a nerve with your careless words, and you were undoubtedly certain they only saw red from here on out. That made you silently gulp, waiting for what was to come from them, and you just hoped that the cops would arrive soon because if they didn't, you'd either be unable to walk or beaten to death.

You silently take a deep breath, bracing yourself for the massive amount of pain that was about to overtake you. And seconds later, the repeated blows from their feet slammed against you, and you instinctively raised your hands to your head, shielding it.

For the next long minute, you did a decent job suppressing your cries to a minimum, until you felt the most excruciating strike across your spine, forcing you to burst out loudly but briefly from your sobs. Even still, these despicable men never stopped, rather encouraging them to continue.

tw ended

Meanwhile, in the distance, a black Audi SUV drives slowly along the same ostensibly desert street, carrying seven exceptionally attractive men.

"See, I told you not to put Namjoon-hyung in charge of directions!" A certain lip-pierced man complains. "Now, we're lost!"

"No, I was only following directions from Google Maps! And it told me that we needed to turn left!  I apologize for trying to take a quicker way back to the house!" Namjoon retorts defensively from the passenger seat.

"For the last three nights we've always followed the same route—no back roads—and I'm pretty sure we've made it home just fine." Sighs the second-oldest.

He pinches his nose bridge. "Everyone knows that taking back roads as a shortcut is a red flag."

"Exactly! Thank you Yoongi hyung." The same pierced-lip man huffs.

"Alright, let's calm down- it's not the end of the world. We can still find our way back."

"And how do you suppose we do that, Hobi-hyung? We're traveling down an empty street with barely any lights, and all of our phones have lost service." A man with pink plump lips anxiously questioned the older.

Hobi's lips thinned; to be honest, he didn't know how to answer that, but what he did know is that he didn't want his best friends arguing over the matter. Especially since this was meant to be their vacation together, away from hectic schedules and drama.

"For the time being, we'll simply keep going down the road slowly until either of us gets service or we find another promising road that will get us out of here." The driver, the eldest of them all, proposed, relieving Hobi of the pressure.

He casts a glance at each of them. "But he's right though. Although we're lost at the moment, we will eventually find our way back and we'll all be okay."

"I agree with Jin hyung." Namjoon spoke up. "Let's not turn this into a fight, we're supposed to enjoy our time together. But right now, given the situation and how late it is, let's stay attentive."

For a moment, everyone remained silent, their gaze fixed on their leader until they all nodded in accord.

For the next few minutes of silence, Jin drives down the dark, deserted street, while the others keep their attention out the window for any sign of exit from the secluded location.

After a little while, one of the members starts to become a bit impatient, desiring to get out sooner, he leans forward with a slight pout on his cat-like-looking face. "Hyung, can you drive a little faster, it's not like it's raining or something."

Jin sighs. "Fine, but I can't go too fast, I don't want us to miss an exit out of here."

Jin proceeds to press his foot heavier on the gas pedal, making the car accelerate gradually. The car moved faster and thankfully, as they passed along, more and more light posts appeared, relieving some anxiety off the seven men.

With the maknae line in the second row of the car, Jimin seated at the left window, looking out at the endless amount of trees, Taehyung, that sat in the middle whose gaze fixed on the road ahead, and finally, Jungkook seated on the right window, looking at the empty sidewalk until a group of men ganging on a petite figure who's curled on the ground suddenly caught his attention.

His eyes widen at the scene. "Hyung, stop the car!"

Everyone jumps at the maknae's abrupt outburst, including Jin who slams on the break out of fright. Jungkook quickly unbuckles his seatbelt as the rest looks at him with a mixture of confusion and fear. But he ignores their stares and swiftly rushes out of the car, shutting the door before his older members could call out to him.

"Hey! Leave her alone!" He yells, as he speedily approaches the men, roughly shoving the closest guy to you away.

He didn't waste another second to check on your beaten figure. "Are you okay?!"

You painfully open your eyes, your sight blurry, and your hearing cloudy but you were able to make out a piece of what the unknown man had said to you. You let out a shaky breath and nod weakly at him, you mentally thank him and made a mental note to thank him verbally when you have the chance— given the predicament you're in right now...

"YA! Jungkook-ah! What do you think you're doing?!" Jin yells as he rushes up to you and the other six.

"They were beating her up! I saw it!" Jungkook responds by tenderly placing you on his lap. "Look at her!"

The remaining six sets of eyes followed your miserable figure before turning to the four men who had been looming over you earlier. Despite the dim lighting, they could easily see the horrible bruises that were forming all over you and the blood that had stained your lips. When it clicks in their heads, all they can think about is disgust and rage. How on earth can human beings be so cruel?

One of the four barbaric men who lingered in front of you and Jungkook suddenly approached. "Who do you think you are?! Get out of our way, this isn't your business!"

"That slut deserves every shit she gets."

Quickly intervening, Namjoon pushes the nose-studded man's shoulder back. "I don't think so. When four men overpower and beat on another person, anyone with human decency would make it their business."

He chuckles mockingly, then attempts to measure Namjoon. "And what are you going to do about it?"

"Don't. Don't try it." Namjoon clenched his jaw as Jungkook threw the deadliest glare at the group of disgusting men. Jimin and Yoongi surround their leader on each side of him.

Though Jimin is not the biggest of the two groups, he excels in physical defense due to his proficiency in three different martial arts, training to use bare hands with lethal precision, and a weapon designed to kill someone with a single strike. Similarly, Yoongi, while he may not have professional fighting credentials like Jimin, Jungkook, and Jin, you can bet that when the situation calls for him to protect his loved ones, he can indeed be frighteningly convincing and intimidating when confronted by him.

No one from either side stepped down from their trading glares and silent combat, and no one noticed the three police cars pulling to the scene until they got out of their vehicles. "Police! Put your hands up where we can see them!"

The cops all pointed their nonlethal firearms at them. Bangtan followed the orders, but the four men immediately fled. "Go! That bitch snitched!"

Four cops quickly pursued them. "Hey! Get back here!"

The seven men were approached by the two remaining officers. "Please state your name and the reason you're here."

"My name is Namjoon Kim, we're visiting from Korea. My friends and I got lost on this route while trying to find our way back to our accommodation when my youngest friend—" Namjoon makes an eye-directed gesture at Jungkook. "I caught those men beating on the girl."

"We intervened… I'm assuming she called you about those men."

The two cops exchanged glances, nodded, and then lowered their stun guns. "You can relax now. Yes, we did receive a call from her."

"Thank you for stepping in. We'll take over from here." The officer said as the remainder of the crew, including the four assailants, rejoined them.

"Put them in the back." The same officer orders partners and they comply with nods.

He then turns back to address Namjoon. "You said you were lost; do you need help getting out of here?"

"Uh-" Namjoon was ready to respond when Jungkook interrupts. "Hyung."

The rapper glances down at his dongsaeng, understanding what Jungkook is expressing. "I think we're more worried about giving that girl medical attention."

"Is an ambulance on its way?" He inquired.

The officer shook his head. "No, she asked that no ambulance be dispatched to the location."

Namjoon frowns slightly. Isn't it standard procedure to notify an ambulance to the scene?

"We'll take her to a clinic or something, Joon-ah. We can't afford to wait for an ambulance." Jin abruptly spoke out.

Namjoon hums and returns his attention to the officer. "Is there a hospital nearby where we can take her?"

For a brief moment, the elder man ponders. "Ah, yes, there's one ten minutes from here. Would you like the name and address for it?"

"Yes, please." The policeman then walks to his vehicle, probably to write it down.

Meanwhile, Jin crouches next to Jungkook, who is still holding the girl. He studies your body for any injuries he may have overlooked till a soft groan leaves your lips.

They're all staring at you now, as your eyelids flutter open. "Ya, are you okay?"

Jin then pauses, wait, we're in America, speak English you pabo, he scolds himself. However, you spoke before he could ask the same question in English. "T-thank you, I'll be okay."

You could speak Korean so well because you spent endless hours watching k-dramas and listening to BTS songs. Plus, you've always thought the language was beautiful, so you may or may not have paid for language courses…

The band is taken aback and rendered speechless. The officer comes back to Namjoon with a piece of paper in his hand. "This is the hospital's address."

The leader graciously smiles. "Thank you, sir."

"That's no problem. Drive safely, and thank you once more for your help. Have a good night."

The seven members of the group nodded their heads in accord while donning modest smiles, and the police cars began to drive away. Even though you had only just awoken from your short unconsciousness, you heard the police mention the hospital to whoever was with you. This causes you to panic since you do not want to go to a hospital.

You're nineteen, but you still live with your parents and are covered by their medical insurance, so they'll be the first to know about your presence there. And you don't want that, especially since they're on vacation out of the country right now.

"No, don't take me there. No hospital." You say to the stranger or strangers, rather, that's with you since your head is still foggy.

"Why-? You need help." Jungkook glances down at you, concerned.

You shook your head, groggily. "N-no hospital, please…"

"I know a clinic nearby; I'll guide you there." You tell them. "P-please…"

Jin sighs quietly, turning to make eye contact with Namjoon as if they're having a telepathic conversation. "Okay, then we won't take you there. Help her back to the car, Jungkook."

Suddenly, Namjoon felt a hand on his shoulder. He pivots to meet the second-oldest member's gaze. "You sure about this Joon-ah?"

"What are we supposed to do? We can't just leave her here." Namjoon answers with a sympathetic expression on his face.

"I know…" The elder mutters before the two of them follow the others back to the car.

Jungkook takes your frail body to the vehicle as Taehyung rushes ahead of you to open the door for a comfortable entry.

"Easy, easy, easy…" Taehyung murmurs as he assists Jungkook in gently and properly positioning you, laying your body across the two youngest members' laps.

Your legs on Taehyung's lap, and your head in Jungkook's. Jin starts the engine shortly after the rest of the group enters the car. He looks at your form in the rearview mirror. "Excuse me, where do I go from here?"

Jungkook glances at you, pushing stray hairs from your face. "Um, ya… Can you direct Jin-hyung so you can get treated soon?"

You shift around in his lap a bit, letting out a heavy breath and nodding faintly. "Y-you have to take the f-first right turn… And after that, the s-second left turn. It'll lead you back to the main road…"

Jin nods, mentally repeating and memorizing your instructions. He then continues along the road, following your guide, and they soon arrive at the well-lit streets of the bustling road, crowded with passing vehicles.

And the seven men let out a breath they hadn't realized they'd been holding. You were able to sit up a little when the car reached the streets, evoking a worried reaction from Jungkook. "Don't get up too quickly-!"

Your lips curled slightly upward. "Don't worry, I'll manage until we get there."

"So, where do I go now?" Asked Jin.

"Continue straight and turn right at the next stop light… Then, continuing straight, you'll notice the clinic building on your left. You won't miss it." You explained.

"Okay. You can rest now." Jin responds.

"T-thank you." You said as you fell back onto Jungkook's stranger's lap.

Jin eventually arrives at the medical clinic a few minutes later. You were right, the brightly lit vacant parking lot with the red cross sign displaying the enormous bold letters "Urgent Care Center" was difficult to miss.

Everyone exits the vehicle, with you once again in Jungkook's arms, being brought inside. You spoke out while your eyes were closed. "Ask for Charlene Reigns."

"Hyung! She said to ask for someone." Jungkook called out to Namjoon.

Namjoon rushes up to you. "What's their name?"

"Doctor Charlene Reigns."

Namjoon turns, grabbing the attention of a passing nurse. "Hi, my um… Someone here is hurt, and we need a doctor, her name is Doctor Charlene Reigns."

The female nurse kindly nods, catching a glimpse of you. "Okay, no problem, let's put her in a room for the time being. I'll fetch her a wheelchair."

"Thank you," Namjoon responds.

Within a few moments, the same nurse returns with the wheelchair. Jungkook then quickly and gently placed you in the wheelchair, and the nurse escorted you all to a private room.

"Here we are—" She then lowers herself to your level. "Hello, ma'am, can you hear me?"

You flick your eyes at her. "Yes…"

"Do you think you're able to put yourself on to the bed next to you?" She politely inquires.

You nodded silently as you clutched the wheelchair handles on either side and lifted yourself up as best you could, with Jungkook and Taehyung slightly behind you, their hands stretched before them in case you fell backward.

You then sat down on the medical fowler bed. You raise your head, preparing for the next set of instructions from the nurse, when you realize who the strangers have been with you the entire time.

Your face was flushed with surprise and recognition as your eyes expanded at the sight of them. This absolutely could not be happening right now, you mentally screamed to yourself.

But you stayed mute about the realization; you may not be in the best state of mind to say anything right now, but you know you won't reveal anything about this current interaction with them to anybody other than your close friend, whom you conveniently requested in this clinic.

You have immense respect for them as a fan, and you know better than to disrupt and invade their privacy during what may be their vacation time away from their tedious work.

"All right, now that you're settled in, I'll ask you some basic questions, and Doctor Reigns will be with you shortly."

"Is that okay?" The woman asks of you.

"Yes, that's okay."

"Okay, to get started, what's your name, sweetheart?"

"Y/N L/N." You answered.

"Date of birth?"

"Y/BD, 2004." [ your/birthday ]

The lady hums as she jots down your details on the clipboard-attached paper. "Are you comfortable telling me what brought you in tonight?"

When you divert your gaze toward them, the band notices a hint of reluctance in your eyes. But Namjoon sends you a reassuring gaze. "W-well, I-I was helping this girl… These men forced themselves on her, and I became furious and called the cops after recording enough evidence against them."

"They chased after me, and I led them to the location where I had notified the cops so that they could arrest them since I knew it would take them a long to reach the exact location where I had caught them."

"I made it to the exact location, but they got to me… and I guess you can easily figure out how it went on from there." You chuckle, gesturing to yourself.

The nurse listens closely to your story, giving you a sympathetic look as you explain. "Well, first of all, let me say that I commend your brave actions."

Your lips twitch into a tiny smile. "It was the right thing to do. Nobody should have to go through that."

"Right… Second, I'm glad to hear you're okay. May I know the extent of your injuries?"

"Um, I'm quite sure I have a bad bruise somewhere on my lower back since they threw a rock at me."

The expressions on the members' faces say it all: they were not expecting that. It is appalling for someone to use such extreme measures to silence someone for doing morally. As if they had not already been enough angered by those men earlier.

"I'm sorry- did you say a-a rock?" Your remark stuns the nurse.

You rub your neck sheepishly. "Heh, yeah… I guess so."

"Al-Alright, anything else?" She questions.

"They were kicking me, so I think it's safe to say that I received several bruises and coughed up some blood."

She nods in understanding, noting your conditions. "And how terrible is the pain on a scale of one to 10, with ten being the worst?"

"And be completely honest."

You look away bashfully. "An eight…"

She hums as she finishes writing down your comments. "Well, based on your descriptions, you might need an x-ray simply to make sure you didn't sustain any internal bruises or fractures."

"However, Doctor Reigns will do a more complete examination of your injuries and give you the necessary treatment. I'll deliver her these, and she'll be in here soon." She informs you, to which you nod, and then she departs the room, leaving you with the world's biggest boy band.

The air seems awkward now that you've noticed the individuals accompanying you. This isn't how you envisioned meeting the people you truly admire in the world. And certainly not the impression you want to project in front of them.

You gaze at them hesitantly, clearing your throat. "H-Hi…"

Jimin's face softened first, displaying his eye smile. "Hello, I'm relieved you're fully conscious now."

"I-I'm thankful as well…" You utter. "B-but, um, I'm sorry, I know you guys weren't planning on saving a random girl from being beaten up and taken to a clinic…"

The oldest member shakes his head. "Don't apologize, like a good person once said, it was the right thing to do."

Your expression brightens and the rest softly smiles at that.

"But what the nurse said was correct; what you did was really brave and must have taken a lot of courage." Jin said.

"I'm just glad I was able to intervene before things got far worse. I can't imagine how that girl must feel right now." Your face drops into a melancholy look.

"I agree. And I can't image how much pain you must be feeling right now." Jin casts an empathic stare your way.

You shrug. "I'll be alright. Again, I apologize for disrupting your vacation plans."

"Seriously, don't apologize, it's not your fault." Namjoon tells you this time.

Your shoulders slump, finally giving in and accepting it. "Okay…"

"You know who we are, don't you?" He questions.

You nod honestly; there's no way you could lie to them about it. "Of course and I know you guys are on hiatus right now."

"So I promise not to bother you guys again once this is over. I truly want you to enjoy your time away from the drama." You tell them truthfully. "And I honestly won't tell anyone of this encounter at all."

"The only person who'll know is my friend."

"Your friend…? Is that the doctor you requested?" The man with the slender frame, that you recognize is Hoseok asks.

"Yeah, I go here if I have an accident. And because it is a clinic, no contacts will be called, and the services are paid upfront, so you will not have to worry about the bill later." You explain to them.

"Ah... Is that why you were avoiding the hospital?" Namjoon quirks a brow. "Did you not want your parents to know?"

"Yeah... I don't want to ruin their couple's vacation out of the country." You reply.

He chuckles. "Oh, what a thoughtful little rascal you are..."

You smirk at that. "Am I?"

"Well, I learned from the best…" You then flash a wry smirk.

"Oh really? And who might that be?" Namjoon follows suit.

You lean in closer, one hand cupping your mouth as you whisper. "My bias..."

Jimin, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jungkook all giggle at your response. While Jin and Yoongi smirks amusingly, Namjoon raises his eyebrows with playfulness.

"So, who is your bias?" Jungkook questions, a smile on his face.

You hum, appearing to be thinking. "Hmm, guess…"

You laugh as you see Jungkook's face fall in betrayal. Then he pouts. "That's not fair-! I carried you, you know."

You're shocked, and the warmth spreads across your cheeks. Did he just say he carried you? Can this get any more embarrassing? You hoped you weren't too hefty for him. But wait, you were carried by THE Jeon Jungkook…

That's it, you might just pass out again and die. And you sort of wish you did right now because the humiliation is killing you.

"Oh, you did that?" You stuttered.

Taehyung punches Jungkook on the shoulder, causing him to whine. "Good job, Jk, you just made the girl awkward now."

Jungkook seemed perplexed for a moment before turning to face you. "Eh? Oh, I'm so sorry! But don't worry, I did it because I wanted to…"

Your eyes widened. HE WANTED TO?? I can die peacefully now, you thought.

"Ya, Jungkook!" Jin scolds jokingly.

The maknae is frantically waving his hands as he panickedly stares at you. "S-sorry-!"

He was about to apologize again when the door swung open, revealing your best friend wearing light blue scrubs under a white coat, a stethoscope around her neck, white surgical latex gloves, and the same clipboard as the nurse earlier in her hand.

As she steps in and approaches you, her expression is a mix of worry and anger. "You crazy girl!"

"Charlene! How are you doing, my dear friend?" You smiled at her, hoping to avoid another lecture from her.

She puts her hands on her hips. "Oh, I don't know, how do you think someone would feel knowing their close friend was violently beaten up tonight?"

"A bit concerned?"

She scowls at you. "I am more than a little concerned, young lady!"

"I told you to stay out of trouble!" She nags you, leading you to moan. To be honest, getting lectured by Charlene is better than having a talk with your parents if you go to the hospital.

"Technically I didn't cause the trouble! You know I wouldn't walk away from it!" You argued.

"You're lucky these wonderful and very attractive men arrived just in time, because who knows what may have happened if they hadn't!" As she continues, the furrow between her brows deepens.

"Okay, I get it, Char, I'll be careful next time, I promise." You surrendered.

She narrows her eyes at you. "That's what you told me the last two times."

The last two times?! What on earth did you do to end up in this place the past two times? Bangtan continues to be stunned by the girl that you are. Is it bravery, courage, or simply recklessness?

"There better be no next time Y/N. Do you hear me?" She demands of you.

"Yes, no next time…" You sigh.

"Good. Now- I know you mentioned the pain is really bad, but I'm going to have to scan you for an x-ray to be sure you're not bruising internally or have any fractures." She mentions.

"Do you mind helping her into the wheelchair again, I have to bring her out for a few minutes." Charlene looks at the band until Jungkook steps forward.

But you lift a palm, stopping him. "It's okay, I can get into the chair by myself. You've done enough, thank you."

"Are you sure, Y/N?" Asked your best friend.

You scoff at her in jest. "I'm not a baby."

"Well, in my eyes, you're still the same fourteen-year-old girl I met the first time." She snorts, causing you to whine.

"Shut up, Charlene-!" The seven men broke out giggling at your reply, worsening the scorching sensation in your cheeks.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop." She chuckles as she wheeled you out of the room.

When you return to your room, you once again, climb back onto the bed, waiting for Charlene to tell you the results.

She exhales, looking over the scans. "You're lucky. No internal bleeding, bruises, or fractures."

"However, considering the extent of the bruises on your back and abdomen, it may take several weeks for them to heal fully. The best thing I can do for you is to offer you some pain medication and advise you to limit your physical movements." She tells you.

"Understood doc." You smile, then glance at the band. "See, I'll be okay."

They all lip-smile at your comment.

"I'll also give you some fever medication as well, in case you get one. It doesn't always happen but it's common." She adds.

"Okay, thanks again, Charlene."

"Well, that's the good news..."

And your cheerful demeanor quickly fades. "What do you mean? What's the bad news?"

She sends a solemn expression. "The clinic changed its policy here."

"What? I-I don't get it…" Your face twists in confusion.

"Y/N… We've lately seen a rise in the number of teenagers and young adolescents visiting the clinic simply to avoid having to call their parents. Essentially, the reason you've come here…" She elaborates. "The problem is, you know, this clinic only treats non-life threatening injuries—but these kids have been coming in with these accidents, and it's getting out of hand."

"So, the medic board ruled that they'll raise the cost when you pay upfront, or if you don't want to, the only option is to use your medical insurance you know, by law, we'll have to call the first people on your emergency contacts."

As you begin to comprehend the news, you find yourself speechless. "And how much do I need to pay now?"

"Because you needed an x-ray, it adds to the service… But, your medical insurance will cover it, so you'll just have to pay around six hundred dollars." She answers.

Even though your medical insurance allows you to pay a fixed sum, hearing that estimate causes your throat to clog. "And how much would I have to pay without the use of medical insurance…?"

Charlene is silent for a few seconds, but you're dreading her response. "Thirteen hundred."

You feel sick. Thirteen hundred? You'll have to pay thirteen hundred upfront. You honestly felt like throwing up right now.

"I-I don't have that kind of money, Char…" You breathe.

"I know…" She stares at you with sadness in her eyes.

"D-does the clinic offer installments?"

Your best friend bites her lip. "I don't know, I'd have to ask the head nurse."

"But Y/N, with installments, you'll be looking at two years every month to pay it off. Are you sure you want that?"

"What choice do I have Char?" You say defeated.

"You shouldn't have to pay this much for such a minor service; I think you should use your medical insurance." She advises, her face troubled.

You shook your head. "I'm NOT doing that. Like you said, you know my reasons, especially now."

"I'll pay the bill in installments, even if it means skipping out on lunch and breakfast for several months." You insist.

Charlene's shoulders dropped, knowing she couldn't argue with you any longer. You're a stubborn girl, far too stubborn at times actually, whether it's for the good of others or an insane spontaneous idea you come up with in your crazy head. And once you've made up your mind on anything, it's nearly useless to try to change your mind.

"Please, Char…" You begged.

With a sigh, she nods in defeat. "Okay, I'll be back and let you know what they say."

"Thank you." You say before she leaves the room again.

You let out a tense sigh and then looked up, noticing the seven members' concerned expressions. You were going to ask why, when it hit you…

"You all understand English, don't you…?" And they all affirmed by nodding. Of course, they do Y/N, you're an idiot.

"You know, we could pay it for you…" The man with deep dimples proposes to you.

"Absolutely not. Don't waste your money on me- especially not on a girl you just met an hour ago." Indecorously, you say.

"Don't worry about it, Y/N. It's only money, and it comes and goes." Jin reassures you.

You remain defiant. "But you don't know me. If you think I'd let you pay for my blunder, you're insane."

"And you'd be insane if we let you suffer for something you shouldn't have to!" Jimin frowns at you. He was extremely saddened when he heard you say you were willing to starve yourself only to pay a debt.

"You're struggling and that's okay. But you won't be struggling alone; you have people who care, even if we don't know who you are." Jungkook tries to convince you.

"What if I betray you?" You voice your concerns.

"Will you, though?" Jungkook tilts his head.

You reply swiftly, meeting his eyes. "I could never do that. I would hate myself for it, honestly."

Jungkook smirks. "That's touching, but don't hate yourself."

The men seemed to be about to say something more when the door opened again, only to discover your boyfriend entering the room instead of Charlene. This immediately bewilders the group; seeing an unfamiliar man suddenly enter your room triggers their protective mode, especially considering what happened earlier.

Namjoon, who is closest to the door, stops your boyfriend with a stern expression. "Who are you?"

Your boyfriend comes to a halt, his expression contorted in hostility. "I think the real question is, who are you?"

You perk up in your bed in a panic, realizing the issue may potentially worsen, but Jungkook catches your movement and quickly shields you behind him.

"No, it's okay guys! I know him!" You instantly stepped in.

The band members all glanced at you, waiting for your explanation as you returned their look meekly. "H-my he's my boyfriend."

Jungkook's eyes widened, and he moved away from you, leaving you cold.

Namjoon receives a smug look from your boyfriend as he reluctantly gets out of his path. Timothee then resumes his approach to you.

"Babe, what the hell? Who are these guys?" He immediately interrogates you.

And up until now, the person who had been silently observing had let out a scoff, but none of you seemed to hear it since no one looked at Yoongi.

He's in disbelift by your boyfriend's initial words. No, are you okay? what happened? None of the above? What an asshole, he thinks to himself. Yoongi already dislikes him.

"They're…." You gave them a brief glance before returning your gaze to him. "They came to my help when I was attacked while attempting to save a little girl."

"Why didn't you call me?" He scrunches his brows.

You tilt your head in confusion. "I couldn't because… I phoned the police prior to getting attacked so they could arrest the attackers."

"And after? Before you got here?"

Yoongi's jaw clenches; what the heck is up with him?

"I-I'm not sure, my brain was cloudy even before I arrived here." You explain to him, thinking he would understand. You're utterly humiliated right now; this conversation between you and your boyfriend is ludicrous, and it doesn't help that the other seven guys in the room are well aware of what's going on but aren't saying anything about it.

"Come on, you're supposed to be my girlfriend; I should be the first to hear about this." Timothee patronizes you.

You simply nodded and averted your sight. "I know, I'm sorry…"

You've concluded that attempting to reason with him is pointless since it would just result in an explosive fight, as you've learned the past two times, and you don't want Bangtan to witness any of it.

However, unknown to you, they are already detecting all of the red flags between the two of you, which further adds to their concern for you. It truly hurts them to watch you so easily surrender to him; he never once asked about your condition.

"Why did you come here in any way?" He switches the subject.

"Well, I knew that if I went to the hospital, my parents would be contacted straight away, and I didn't want that because they're on vacation." You responded.

His expression brightens. "Oh-? Your parents aren't home then? You're by yourself?"

They boys did not appreciate what he was implying at all. If anything, it made them feel sick.

"Yeah… But why?" You asked.

He shrugged as he neared your bed. "Scooch over—" You shift slightly to the opposite side to make way for him to sit on your bed. "Well, the other day I got into a fight with my mom, and she kicked me out."

"Timothee, what-? Again?"

He nods. "Yep, and since you mentioned you're parents aren't home, maybe I can stay over in the meantime. Do you know how long more until they come back?"

"They come home next week." You reply.

"See, that's perfect, it works out!" He smiles at you.

"Why don't try makeup with your mom though?" You suggest.

He only groans. "Babe, whose side are you on?"

His remark stuns you. "Of course, yours, but isn't your relationship with your family, especially your parents, important?" You try to console him.

He sighs grumpily. "Look, I don't want to talk about it, can you just drop it?"

And you take it as your sign to stop talking about it since you don't want to upset him any further. And you truly hope that the others don't notice your tenseness and dismiss it as another silly couple's fight.

Oh, but it's actually just the contrary; despite seeming to be distracted by their phones and pretending not to be listening in and being silent, they are not stupid. The way your 'boyfriend' talks to you and how you reply tells them that this is more than just a 'couple's argument.

"So, how come you're waiting here? Are you being discharged soon?"

You nod. "I'm waiting for Charlene to tell me if I can pay the bill in installments, and then I'll go."

He hums in acknowledgment. "Speaking of money, I'm running short on gas and just have a couple dollars on me right now. Do you have any twenty-dollar bills I might borrow, babe?"

They truly cannot believe what is coming out of that man's mouth. It's so shocking that their ears pricked up slightly the instant it was spoken. He's really asking that from you at this time?

You blink in surprise, you weren't expecting him to bring this up here, but you guess Timothee is always full of surprises nowadays. "What? I thought you were working for your uncle still? Aren't you getting paid?"

Your boyfriend shook his head, rolling his eyes. "No, I quit, he was on my back too. I guess my mom talked to him."

You paused for a time, contemplating how to let him down gently. "I really can't afford to give you money right now, Babe…"

Completely unnoticed by you, pride rises in their chest, feeling proud that you said no to him. Because, in all honesty, he does not deserve it.

"Maybe my next paycheck." The feeling vanished from them instantaneously. You're obviously struggling, yet you still go out of your way for him? That isn't fair.

"But babe, I really need it now." In an attempt to persuade you, he begs, pulling his bottom lip out. And the band prays you'll say no.

You're silent for a little while. "...Fine, how much do you really need?"

"Yes! Thank you, and just a couple of twenties." He beams at you.

You gulp as you notice your bag next to Yoongi. You don't want your boyfriend to know they speak English because he'll flip out, so you called his attention in Korean. "Yoongi-ssi…"

You take his glance up from his phone as an invitation to continue. "Could you grab my wallet for me in my bag, please? It's black leather."

He readily follows, burrowing his hand inside your bag and pulling out your wallet. He then begins to approach you, but Timothee blocks his path when he is only two steps away. "I can take it, thanks."

Yoongi stares at your boyfriend with an unreadable, almost emotionless expression. But instead of handing him your wallet, he goes behind him and gives it to you.

And as you both extend your hands, you detect a hint of frustration in his eyes as you reach for your wallet and he hands it to you. But you don't realize it's not directed at you, but at the inconsiderate idiot standing behind him.

When he turns around to go back to his seat, he finds the man with curly hair clearly frowning. "She asked for her wallet, not you."

Then he takes his seat, returning his focus to his phone while your boyfriend's eyes lingered on him.

"Tim, just let it go and come here." He simply huffs as he approaches you.

Namjoon sighs quietly, having had enough of your boyfriend, and quickly rises from his seat, drawing your attention.

"I'm going to head out real quick. A get some cold water for me."

You nod, and he walks out of the room. After he's gone, you go through your wallet, checking through your bills. "I have a fifty dollar bill and two twenty dollar bills…"

His grin broadens. "That's great!"

"I thought fifty is enough? I thought you didn't have to pay so much for gas?" You questioned.

"Yeah... But what about my food?"

"You said you're going to stay over, I could make you food." You said. "And besides, shouldn't you have left over from last week when I gave you that hundred dollars?"

"I used it all." He replied

Their eyes widened, and they wonder if their ears are betraying them because you gave him a hundred dollars and he just used it up that fast?!

"But since you're offering your amazing cooking services, who am I to refuse?" He shoots you a teasing smile. "If that's the case, I can just take the fifty."

You pull out the fifty dollar bill, handing it to him as if you’re handing candy to a child, and at the same time, the door reopens. And there walks in Charlene. "What the hell is going on?"

"Why are you giving him money?" She frowns at the scene, as she walks further into the room.

"His mom kicked him out so he's been living in his car, since the other day." You explained.

"And he needs the money because...?" She crosses her arm, clearly disapproving of the action.

"He's low on gas he said." You answer.

And your best friend scoffs, making Timothee tilt his head in confusion. "Is there something wrong?"

"No, nothing, I just need to talk to Y/N in private." She shoots daggers at your boyfriend. "Meaning you have to leave."

"But they're here." He points to the band whose attention still remains on their cell phones.

"And?" Charlene quirks a brow. "Have they said anything or reacted while you guys been talking?"

Your boyfriend goes quiet.

"Exactly my point. Now leave." She orders him.

And you watch as Timothee's shoulders slump while he makes his way to the door empty-handed, simultaneously Namjoon reenters the room passing him. The two men make brief eye contact before Timothee finally exits the room.

And you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding and noticed Charlene's eyes already on you. "I know what you're going to say..."

"Are you out of your mind Y/N?!" She exclaims. "This has been going on for too long. He can't continue being financially dependent on you whenever he feels like it."

"And if you want it to stop, you can't give in to him like that. And besides, you're already struggling to pay the bills at home, budget for your meals, and now this. You know your job doesn't pay enough for you to afford to do this."

You stay silent, taking in your friend's words. You know this cycle will only get worse the more it prolongs. And your actions earlier clearly aren't towards trying to put an end to it.

"I don't know how to say this without it hurting, because it will and the truth sucks... But honestly Y/N, at this point, he's not treating you like you're his girlfriend anymore, you're basically babying him like you're his mom."

"I know..." You whisper. "But, when I do try to tell him about it, he—"

"He tries to make you feel like the bad guy, and won't let you let him go... Yeah, I know... I can see it." She clenches her teeth.

Then you turned to the group that have been far too quiet the whole time. You suddenly stood up, causing them to stand up surprised. "Why are you—"

You know you aren't in Korea but you truly want to express your apologies for what they had to witness. It hurts your ego and dignity but you just have so much admiration for them that you just can't ignore it. So, without hesitation, you dropped to knees in front of them, bowing on the ground. "I'm sorry you had to listen and watch that. I'm really sorry, I know you don't want to be here right now."

"Wait Y/N- Why are you speaking—" And the realization hits her, just like it did with you. And finally, she understands and looks with pity.

Bangtan stares at you with wide eyes, as you stayed bowing in that position. Jimin, again, is the first to act upon the sudden action. "Ya, don't- don't do that."

Jimin kneels in front of you, grabbing your shoulders to sit you up from the ground. "Didn't we already tell you, don't apologize for something that isn't your fault?"

And for a moment, the two of you stare at each other, with sad frowns carved on your faces. "It's okay. You're okay."

He then pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, and giving you a gentle warm embrace. You let out a choked laugh as you wrap your arms around him as well, inhaling the comforting scent of his natural scent, soothing your nerves.

"Thank you, Jimin-ssi." You break the hug, softly smiling at him.

"And please, don't call us like that—" Jin says, peering down at the two of you. "You can just call us by our regular names, it's okay."

You nod and Jimin helps you up, returning you to the bed. You then remember that Charlene still had something to tell you. "Hey, Char, what did you want to say?"

"Huh-? Oh, yeah, um- you don't have to worry about the medical bill anymore." She tells you.

Your face scrunches in confusion. "What do you mean? You didn't use my insurance, didn't you?"

"Oh god, no." She responds.

"Then, why—"

"Because I paid for it." The familiar deep raspy voice fills your ears.

And you turn your head, looking at Namjoon. "You what?"

"I paid for it. So you won't have to struggle for months on end for two years paying for that." He said.

You looked at him horrified. "Namjoon, do you have any idea, what you have done?"

"Yes...?"

"That was thirteen hundred dollars, Namjoon! That's a lot!" You exclaimed.

"Y/N, it's alright. Don't worry, look, I hate to be the type to brag but, must I remind you who I am?"

"I'm Kim Namjoon, the leader and part of the biggest music group in the world. I make millions, that thirteen hundred dollars, it does virtually nothing to me." He assures.

You then felt a hand on your shoulder, and you already know who it is. "Y/N, as your best friend, I want you to hear this, for once in your life, allow someone to help you, please."

You gaze down at the floor, breathing deeply, and press your lips together. "O-okay..."

"Thank you Namjoon. And to all of you really." You look at all of them, as they all softly smile at you.

"You should really take a break Y/N-ah, you've been saying thank you too many times tonight." Jimin chuckles.

"That she will- you're cleared to go home hun. As much as I hate it, I called Timothee so that he can take you home. But as soon your inside, take some rest, I mean it." Charlene informs you. "I'll let him know and give you guys some time."

You hummed in agreement as she walks away. When she leaves the room you exhale with a lip smile. "Well, I guess this is it."

Namjoon bobs his head in agreement. "I guess it is..."

"Although I wish it was in better circumstances, I'll still say it was nice meeting all of you." You say,

"Us too." Jin responds to which the six others nod in concur.

"Take care, Y/N, alright?" Said Jimin.

"I will." You grin appreciatively. "I-I know this might be a weird request, but can I hug all of you guys?"

Taehyung chuckles. "It's not weird at all, come here." And he spread his arms open wide and you immediately rush forward into him.

After Taehyung, you did the same for the rest of the members, but when you got to Yoongi, you got a little hesitant, you knew he valued his personal space especially when it's not of the members. So when the two of you look at each other, you struggled to read him, but he, on the other hand, understood you perfectly, because unbeknownst to you, you reminded him a lot of himself in the past. And now, he wants to help you.

So without warning, he grips your wrist, pulling you into him, making you squeak when your body made contact. He wraps his arms securely around you. And you don't know whether to squeal in happiness or be concerned about his actions. Instead, you chose to silently enjoy his rare display of affection.

When he releases you, none of you noticed how his hands lingered on your shoulders as you exhale heavily, looking at him with soft eyes. "I really needed that..."

Just then the door creaks open again, and Charlene's head pops in and Yoongi quickly retracts his hands. "Y/N... Gotta go. I'll give you your prescriptions before you leave too."

"Okay, I'll be out." You tell her.

You turn back to all seven of them. "Goodbye, guys..."

They all wave at you as you approach the door, your back facing them when you hear a voice before you shut the door behind you. "I hope to meet each other again..."

masterpost | prologue | chap 2