The Reaper's Daughter (PJM)

The Reaper's Daughter (PJM)

Summary: The Reaper’s Letter, a chilling call for blood, has been delivered, and who better to answer that call than the Reaper’s Daughter herself?

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: Hitman au, mystery

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Park Jimin. That’s it, that’s the warning. 

A/N: Take this random drabble (or possible prologue…?) while I struggle with writing TSC even though I’m only on the third chapter (●_● ).

The first time you met him was on a piece of paper. 

It wasn’t just any piece of paper, of course. If that had been the case, his name would have been quickly dispelled into the forgotten depths of your mind. Your world was nothing short of a theatre piece crafted by Shakespeare himself, and anything that strayed from his intricately constructed script swiftly faded into its indifferent backdrops. 

No, the paper you met him on was very much a detail of that script. Delicately handcrafted, with sloping black cursive characters and glittering golden borders. It had many names, too. The Reaper’s Letter. Death Note. The Waiting Crow’s Hailing. But, it was not what it was called that mattered. 

What mattered was the name printed boldly on its top left corner. Because whoever’s name was unfortunate enough to find itself nestled cosily on this paper, would be found dead by week’s end. 

It had always reminded you of a children’s game you could just barely remember from the shattered fragments of your childhood, though there was nothing childish about the work you did. You’re handed the Death Note, you navigate through the mountains of information it supplies, and then the hunt begins. Kind of like Tag, yet nothing like it at all. 

But that time the rules had been slightly different. Usually accompanying the name was a picture of your target, alongside a thick file of information covering every miniscule detail of the name’s life. Instead, the paper handed to you held only three words. 

Name: Park Jimin. 

Beside it was no picture, no age, no location. At first it had annoyed you, because that meant the burden of research now fell heavily on your shoulders. But then again, this was a novel challenge, one that you were not willing to collapse under. 

Your interest had piqued even further when you were halted before your exit to be given an ominous warning. 

“Be careful, I heard he’s sharp.”

The statement was not enough to catch you off guard, but it, like the entirety of this task, was new. You were one of the best. If the likes of you had to be cautioned, then who exactly was this man?

You didn’t find out, and maybe that had been your first mistake. His information had been hidden well, too well. Of course, that had sent a few alarms blaring in your head about messing with the wrong people. But you had been given a job, and you couldn’t not see it through. 

Thus, by week’s end, you had only managed to collect a measly location and picture. It wasn’t much, but you were out of both options and time. And really, a name and place was all you’ve ever needed anyway. 

Killing a person was really not as difficult as films made it out to be. 

Take Park Jimin for example. He was completely unaware of your presence on the rooftop of the building standing right next to the enormous banquet hall he was in now. Instead, he laughed with a woman adorning glittering gold jewellery from head to toe, with a velvety navy blue dress that could only be designer. She was not special amongst the sea of identically dressed women, each accompanied by men in posh suits. 

Park Jimin didn’t look too bad himself. He was donning a dark magenta suit that hugged him in all the right places, especially the extra piece of cloth that wrapped around his torso to show off his figure. His hair was dyed dirty blonde, but it only added to the intensity that radiated off of him. 

If only it could save him from the bullet that was about to make acquaintance with his head. 

The one that you were going to release, just from a little pressure on the trigger of the sniper that your finger brushed against now.

Poor Park Jimin. He won’t be getting laid tonight, at least, not in the way he wanted. 

Your finger pressed against the trigger, only to still when a head appeared in front of Jimin. It was another woman, this time in a sequined scarlet dress that was pulled taut against her skinny figure.

You readjusted the aim of your sniper, making sure it was once again pointed towards Jimin’s head, only to huff when another opulently dressed individual, this time a man dressed in a dull black suit, gets in the way of your aim. 

You wouldn’t have paid it much thought if it wasn’t for the unusual nature of everyone’s movements. The second your aim found its way back to Jimin’s head, another individual would pop up, effectively blocking your aim. It was so ridiculous that, at some point, even Jimin himself had disappeared behind the crowd of people now laughing and chattering with one another. 

It only took you a few moments to realise the eeriness of the situation, and then one more to jump to your feet. Something was wrong, you could practically feel it buzzing around you in the air. 

As if confirming your suspicion, you heard the safety of a gun being turned off behind you. That made you freeze. 

“So, they chose you?”

The voice behind it was soft but low, and although you’ve never heard it before, you can already guess who it belongs to. 

You kept your lips sealed, not entirely sure what his words meant. They were too ambiguous, too many meanings that they could branch into. 

Instead, you decided to risk turning around. 

You were wrong, you realised, about Jimin not looking too bad. Because although he was pointing a simple handgun at your forehead, he was probably the most beautiful man you had ever laid your eyes on. 

His magenta suit had darkened into a rich wine shade that seemed to glitter under the soft rays of the moonlight, while a few strands of dirty blonde hair rested delicately on his exposed forehead. This was in contrast with his sharp jawline, that casted a deep shadow on his neck. But his eyes… Though a simple brown, they held an intensity you couldn’t quite decipher. Like creatures swimming to the surface of the vast ocean for only brief moments, you managed to catch only glimpses. Of mischief. Of anguish. You could have sworn you had even caught a tail of compassion. 

But a compassionate man wouldn’t be pointing a gun at your head now would he?

In a single, swift movement, your fingers wrapped around the gun at your waist and brought it to his own head, a perfect reflection of him. You waited for the familiar fear to pull at his calm expression, but instead, you watched him smile. 

He was pissing you off. Not because of his clearly inciting behaviour, but because he had a chance to kill you and he didn’t. He didn’t seem stupid enough not to be aware of your intentions, and yet, he didn’t seem the slightest bit worried, or even vengeful. 

Why?

“It seems we’re at a stalemate,” he stated, eyes searching your expression. For what? You didn’t know. Only now were you wishing that you had collected more research on the man standing before you. Then you at least might’ve had an inkling of his intentions. 

“Both of us will be dead the second these guns go off,” he continued nonchalantly, as if he were talking about the weather.

Silence. 

It was a very underrated tactic that had quickly become one of your signature skills a long time ago. It was especially useful now, as you were in a bit of a predicament. You could have shot him and left easily if he was inexperienced. A simple disarm, duck and shoot would have been more than enough to secure a safe exit, as well as your paycheque. 

But his posture was perfect, his hands gripped the gun without even a quiver of instability, and there was an ease to his movements that lacked any kind of panic. 

He was like you, you realised. Gang members were wildcards that acted before they thought and most of their movements were rough around the edges. Police officers were more diplomatic, and Jimin would have stated that he was a cop the first chance he got if he were one. 

No, he wasn’t a gang member or police officer. He was more like you. 

You allowed yourself a single step backwards, the beginning of your journey to the roof’s edge. 

If he was as experienced as you were, he was going to be a slight problem. You had not anticipated this. You needed to do more research, find out who this man truly was because he did not seem normal. His flashy attire, calculating gaze, and eerie amusement in this whole situation had thrown you off, but you’ve never been one to be embarrassed. 

Life happened, you were a prime example of that. 

“Leaving so soon?” He asked, tilting his head to the side with an unwavering gaze. 

“You’re not doing a very good job at- well, your job. So, I’m assuming the party’s over,” you finally said, voice flat. 

“Ah, so she can speak,” he said, feigning astonishment, but it didn’t bother you much, “love, if I wanted you dead, you would be it already.”

“Careful. I’ve seen the overconfident crumble faster than the weak.”

You know you shouldn’t have responded if you wanted to maintain your air of silence, but you were also mature enough to admit that winning frivolous verbal spats like these were a guilty pleasure of yours. Before Jimin could continue, to fan the fire you guessed because he seemed like the kind of man that would, you beat him with a question.

“So, tell me why you’ve decided you don’t want me dead.”

He chuckled at that statement. 

“Who said I didn’t?”

He readjusted his aim so that instead of your head, the gun was pointed at your heart, “maybe you’re just nice to look at, and I’m just enjoying the view before you’re reduced to nothing but a pool of blood on this rooftop.”

This time it was your turn to chuckle, but you only laughed inwardly. If he was expecting you to be scared he was going to have to do a better job than that.

Despite repressing the laugh, you still felt a smile just barely twitch against your lips, “I would’ve expected trash talking to be beneath you Park Jimin.”

Jimin’s gaze remained steady, a glint of amusement in his eyes, “trash talking, huh? Well, I guess I’m just full of surprises.”

You cocked your head to the side, a silent question, but Jimin only copied the movement. At first you thought he was mocking you, but then he spoke. 

“So they finally decided to send you,” Jimin continued, “Reaper’s Daughter.”

You didn’t let yourself tense, or move in any way that would indicate that he had caught you off guard. That nickname was known by many, but the many couldn’t attribute it to a face. Not only did Jimin know you were The Reaper’s Daughter, but he had also revealed it to you that he knew. You still didn’t know what game you had walked into, but it was clear now that there was more to this task than you thought. There was more to Jimin than you thought. 

Slowly, you let your eyebrows pull together as you cast him a confused look. Jimin chuckled, seeming to find amusement in your lack of communication. 

“I’ve been keeping tabs on you for a while.”

The fact that you’ve had someone tailing you and you didn’t notice didn’t sit right with you. But you pushed the thought to the back of your mind, focusing instead on the fact that Jimin had been collecting information on you and that could only mean there was something he wanted. 

Before you could ask what it was, Jimin spoke up again. 

“When I first saw you on this rooftop, I wondered what you could be doing here. And then I watched you assemble your sniper,” he said, “I couldn’t understand why you’d agreed to make me one of your targets.”

You almost snorted at his naivety, because if he had been tailing you then he should know what you do for a living, but then paused at his next words. 

“I found it odd that this little mouse had agreed to eliminate the only one on her side,” he continued, “unless… she decided to switch sides.”

The atmosphere shifted from light jabs to a fierce hostility as the amusement suddenly drained from his face, leaving behind a sharp pair of eyes that betrayed nothing. You automatically tensed, knowing that the real standoff had just begun, even if you didn’t have a clue as to what Jimin was talking about. 

“I must say I’m disappointed. I wouldn’t have expected it from you of all people. I didn’t expect that you’d be here for this reason.”

“Speak plainly, Jimin. What are you talking about?” you said, your curiosity finally reaching a point strong enough to break your silence. Your tone was still flat, but now it was firm, tired of his cryptic words and your mind trying to grasp at straws to understand. 

Jimin studied you for a moment. Without the amusement in his gaze, you had to stop yourself from shifting uncomfortably. His eyes could be so… intense. 

You had a feeling that your words had surprised him, as the hostile environment seemed to dampen for a moment. Jimin looked like he was at a crossroad, unsure if he wanted to share what was truly on his mind or simply take his chances and kill you on the spot. You waited patiently, curious to have the hurricane of questions in your mind answered. 

But when the silence continued to stretch, you realised that Jimin had decided to adopt your preferred method of communication. It was clear now that he had opted to leave you in the dark instead, refusing to reveal any kind of information to you. You felt a pang of annoyance hit your chest as you realised the burden of research would, once again, fall on your shoulders. 

You took another step towards the edge of the roof, Jimin’s eyes still focused on you. It’s not like you were trying to hide it, because Jimin’s calculating gaze would not allow such a thing. The two of you knew there would be no deaths tonight. You were caught in a stalemate, one you would have left a while ago under normal circumstances, but nothing about Jimin was normal and maybe that was why you had stayed a lot longer than you should have. 

But even though he looked almost devilish under the moonlight in those sinfully sultry clothes, holding tempting answers to questions he would never answer, you knew you couldn’t stay any longer. This night was over. There was nothing left here for you. 

The roof’s edge brushed against your backside as you continued to aim your gun at Jimin’s chest, your gaze just as focused as his. You watched his expression soften for a moment before he spoke. 

“When you figure it out, you’ll know where to find me, Y/N L/N.”

You didn’t know how he knew your name. You didn’t know what he wanted you to figure out. You didn’t know where you would find him, or if you would even want to find him after you figured out whatever you needed to. But you didn’t question it. A gut feeling told you that once you started searching, you’d be able to figure things out easy enough. All you had to do was get out of here so that you could let your curiosity do its thing. 

So when you were finally balancing on the edge of the roof, taking Jimin’s gaze into your own, it wasn’t at all abnormal when you felt the drop of the fall in your stomach. 

What was abnormal was the butterflies that continued to flutter even after you had landed on the pavement of the street.

The butterflies that continued to flutter even after you had made it safely back to your home.

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Chapter 1: So High [M]

Summary: “A manwhore and a junkie… it’s a match made in heaven.”

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: High School au, angst

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: 18+, substance use disorder/drug addiction, PTSD, child abuse, additional warnings might be added as story progresses.

A/N: I swear I spent like a month researching to make sure everything is as accurate as possible, but if you’re more experienced in this topic and see some inaccuracies don’t hesitate to let me know. Also, if you are under 18: do. not. read. I am watching you younglings.

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Just one step at a time Y/N, you're almost there.

You groaned inwardly as you continued to drag your feet along the concrete sidewalk, every bone in your body weighing you down like a heavy truck. Your muscles screamed at you to turn around and burrow back into your bed and even your mind was having trouble focusing. Overall, nothing but pure willpower was pushing you through the empty park, but you had to keep moving if you wanted these feelings to stop. 

So you pushed on. 

Ironically, the atmosphere was a perfect reflection of your mood. Despite how early it was in the morning, there was no prospect of the usual sunlight. Instead, grey clouds and an oddly comfortable hum caused by rainy drizzle surrounded you as you continued. It only made your muscles more languid and you almost caught yourself falling asleep mid-step several times. 

Thankfully, after what felt like hours, your gaze caught onto a lone figure on the other side of the park, rocking against one of the swings quietly. Besides him, the area was largely deserted, probably because of how early it was in the morning. Soon it would be filled with students and parents rushing to their schools and jobs. 

You'd be one of them, but for now, you had more pressing matters to attend to. 

"Yoongi," you greeted idly once you walked up to him. 

Yoongi, who had been staring at the sand below him, looked up at you with a scowl. His black hair was pulled into a half bun while it looked like he had gotten his hair trimmed. Today, he was dressed in an expensive looking black rain jacket that stopped at his knees paired with black combat boots. His silver cross earring seemed unusually dull in the rainy weather. 

"It's Suga when we're doing business," he corrected, pushing himself off the swing while eyeing the security cameras wearily. They weren't working at the moment, due to some renovations or something like that, so you didn't really understand the paranoia. 

You tilted your head lazily at his statement, "it's always business with us."

"Exactly," he frowned, shaking his head in regret, "if it wasn't for- well, you know- you wouldn't have even figured out my actual name, which is already annoying. So no need to rub it in."

"Nope, I worked too hard to get that name just to never use it," you smirked, trying to keep your voice light, but on the inside you were itching to grab what you came for, "so... do you have it?"

Yoongi's hand disappeared into his jacket's pocket and returned with a small white bottle just barely the size of your thumb. Why was it so small?

"What the hell is that?"

Despite your words, it took everything in you not to snatch up the bottle like some savage, but your pleasantries only went so far. The second the bottle was in your hand you didn't bother waiting for him to leave before you opened it and downed three pills on the spot. 

He frowned in response, "I'm low on stock right now."

It was always so typical of him to have such short and concise responses, and although you hated it, it was pretty helpful for when you were going through withdrawals. It was easier for your foggy mind to understand short sentences rather than a bunch of details. But you were going to need the details in this case. Yoongi hadn't been low on stock in a long time, which means something must have happened.  

At your expression Yoongi sighed. 

"Look, I think someone tipped the police off about me so I'm laying low for a while. In fact, the only reason I'm even doing business with you right now is because you're my least problematic client, which I appreciate... and also because I know withdrawal can be a real pain."

You hummed in response, barely paying attention. The pills you just took weren't going to kick in for another 10-20 minutes, so most of what Yoongi was saying was flying through one ear and out the other. 

"Anyways," he sighed, likely noticing your current state, "I'll get the payment after I get the cops off my back."

He hesitated before his next words but ultimately mumbled, "take care of yourself."

You lazily watched as he made his way into a flashy red car and drove off before you realised you should probably get going as well. 

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By the time you reached your school, you felt your focus sharpen as the Adderall you had taken earlier finally started kicking in. The black jacket you had been wearing, to hide your uniform from Yoongi of course, was hanging against your arm as you made your way into the school towards your classroom. 

Since you were a little early, the class wasn't entirely full just yet. Students were still milling around, laughing and chatting about things you couldn't care less about. It wasn't until you sat down in your seat when you noticed that your best, and only, friend was already in the classroom. 

Kim Namjoon, with his dark brown hair and dimpled cheeks, gave you a stern look as he noticed your presence. 

"You didn't answer my call yesterday," he stated as-a-matter-of-factly. 

That made you snort, "when do I ever answer your calls for school related stuff?"

"Because you're too busy crashing from all the drugs you take throughout the day?"

It was his tone more than his words that made you turn towards him with a frown. Namjoon has always bothered you about your... recreational activities, that's no surprise. But there was something about the rare harshness in his voice this time that had you taken aback.  

"I'm fine Namjoon, chill out."

But Namjoon seemed unusually persistent today and only his next words gave some insight as to why, "you know there was a death in my apartment yesterday? A guy overdosed on a ton of cocaine and died, Y/N, because he was doing the exact same thing you do."

You shifted uncomfortably to mask your uneasiness.

"I don't do coke," you joked, but Namjoon's face didn't waver. 

"So? Whether it’s Adderall or meth, the result is still the same,” he pressed further, "you know he was completely alone when it happened? And when his family came to the funeral, they barely even cared. Most of them said they hadn't seen him in years."

You scoffed, "Well, I definitely won't have that problem."

His expression softened, "there are people that still care about you, Y/N, but if you continue on the path you're on right now, I can't guarantee that. I don't want you to be like him. I don't want you to end up alone with nothing but a drug addiction."

You could hear the fear in his voice at that last sentence. 

"I don't have an addiction, Namjoon, relax," you said as you heard the bell ring. All around you, students rushed to their seats in preparation for the class, "I could stop if I wanted to, you're just being paranoid."

He seemed disappointed at your response, even a little angry.

"You're high right now aren't you?" He whispered. 

“When am I not?"

"That's not funny, Y/N."

"It's a little funny."

Namjoon's hand grabbed your arm in frustration as his voice lowered, "this isn't a joke, Y/N. If you're not going to take this seriously then I'll have to do things you're not going to like."

You scoffed at the threat, "like what? Tell everyone about it? How would you even convince them? I'm a straight A student that's respectful to all the teachers. Who would even believe you?"

"A simple drug test can change all that," he snapped back. 

Your eyebrow raised, "so you'd report me to the police?"

Namjoon's frustrated face morphed into shame as he looked away quickly. The two of you had been friends ever since you and your father moved here when you were 7 years old. He was practically your brother at this point. When he found out about your using around a year ago, he had been furious, but every time he tried, he just couldn't report you. Maybe it was because he didn't want you to have a criminal record, or maybe it was because he didn't want to hurt you, either way he's been ashamed about the lack of action ever since. 

Namjoon watched the teacher walk into the class with a mixture of guilt and anguish. 

"I should... If I really cared about you I would've reported you the first time I found out. Maybe it wouldn't have become so bad if I did..."

You quietly watched as the students started getting out their textbooks and homework. Namjoon's words, despite not being anything new, should've moved you. You should've felt a need to change, or to do better. 

But you didn't feel any of that. Even hearing about that man, that might even be foreshadowing to your future, didn't instill any fear into your heart. In fact, the prospect of that being your future didn't shake you. 

Honestly, you felt nothing at all. 

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The sound of the bell ending first period had never felt more relieving as you finally felt Namjoon’s gaze, which had been drilling into the side of your head the entire time, shift. Thankfully, he wasn’t in your second period class so you’d finally get a break from his constant worry. 

That allowed you to make your way to your second classroom quietly before settling down in your usual seat that was near the back of the class. You were even going to quietly rest your head on your desk for a moment, but the sound of three girls shuffling towards you made you realise that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. 

It was always comical how fast she approached you the second Namjoon was out of the picture.

"Y/N!" 

You groaned, preparing yourself for what you knew was going to be one of the worst five minutes of your life.

Kim Jiwoo smirked as she peered down at you, two girls, whose names you didn't even know, at her side. Today she had tied her long brown hair into a half ponytail, letting her side bangs frame her face. Most would call her pretty, but you knew better than to flatter a snake. 

"Did you sleep in a barn last night?" She laughed, tugging at a strand of your hair, "it looks like a rat’s nest."

The two at her side laughed as she gasped.

"Wait, who am I kidding," she continued, " your father couldn't afford a barn. Where then? The side of a highway?"

Another round of her friends' laughs filled the room annoyingly. 

"Don't you have anywhere else to be insecure, Jiwoo?" You grumbled tiredly. 

She simply scoffed, "what do I have to be insecure about? Your face is all the self-love I need. Everyday I wake up and am thankful my parents didn't give birth to one like yours."

That made you smile, "speaking of parents, how is your parents' divorce going? I heard your dad was found sleeping with the maid after church, again. Personally I think you take after him the most."

The two girls' eyes widened in surprise as they side-eyed a seething Jiwoo. At this point, the whole class had gone quiet, listening intently to the two of you. 

For a moment, a very dumb moment, you thought she'd leave it at that and make an embarrassing exit. 

But you were never a very lucky one, were you?

"My parents' divorce is going great, thanks for asking," she said suddenly, a snake-like grin on her face, "I'm just glad both of them are still alive."

You tensed as you felt her close the space between the two of you, "how are your parents, Y/N?"

As unaffected as you were trying to appear, it took a lot of self-control not to throw a chair at her face. 

But Jiwoo wasn't done just yet. 

"Oh my!" She gasped, hands flying to her lips, "I completely forgot! You don't have both of your parents, do you?"

You could feel her breath as she chuckled, but the smile dropped from her face as she came closer, "What's wrong, Y/N? Mother couldn't survive a little chemo?"

Distantly you heard some students gasp, while others laughed. It didn't matter, because none of them could stop you when you brought up your fist and slammed it into her face. 

Anyone that says violence will never be fulfilling is a liar. Watching Jiwoo crumple to the ground was all the therapy you needed. 

Unfortunately, that only made her laugh more. 

"You know, if you kill yourself, maybe you can meet mommy in hell," she laughed, wiping the small trickle of blood from her mouth. 

You just scoffed, hiding the second wave of anger by sitting back in your seat, "and see you there too? No thanks."

As Jiwoo stood, the door of the classroom opened, causing everyone's head to snap towards it. The girls swooned as Mr. Kim walked in with light steps. His gaze first fell on Jiwoo, who was standing over you, and then your seated form.  

"Is there a problem here?"

No one answered, either too afraid for reprimand or too immersed in checking him out. Mr. Kim Seokjin was the youngest teacher in the school, not to mention the most attractive according to the female students. Forget the girls, you were pretty sure you've even caught some of the guys talking about how hot he is. 

When no one answered he raised an eyebrow. It was clear he knew something had happened here, something that shouldn't have happened. But after a moment, he must have decided to let it go because he turned around and started writing on the board. 

"Please go back to your seats everyone and turn to page 237."

You watched as everyone scrambled to their desks, except for Jiwoo of course, who gave you a condescending smile first. That was the one thing you could respect about her, she knew how to take a punch without being a whiny baby about it. The two of you had been at each other's throats for as long as you could remember. The rivalry between you was always so excessively vicious because you were cousins, meaning you knew a lot more about each other's familial secrets compared to the other students. In fact, now that you think about it, you probably exposed her parents' divorce to the class. But you'll take it as payback for yesterday, when she tripped you in the hallways and almost broke your head against one of the lockers. 

Mr. Kim continued to speak about the lesson, which you were completely focused on thanks to the pills you had taken this morning. 

Well, that was until you heard distracting whispers behind you. 

"Who's that?" A male voice whispered, seemingly to someone beside him. 

Another voice answered in the same manner, "oh yeah, you just transferred from class A, right? You don't know about the drama here. Those two have been at each other's throats since forever."

The first voice chuckled, "I don't care about that. Who is she?"

"Um," the second voice paused, as if confused, "you mean her? That's Kim Y/N... why? What's up?"

"She's got a hot back," the first voice said. 

You scowled as you turned around to face the voices, "this 'hot back' can hear you, you know."

You were met with two guys sitting next to each other. The first had permed dirty blonde hair, a boxy grin and intimidating eyes. You already knew him to be Taehyung. Although you'd never really held a full conversation with him, you knew he'd been in your class for a while. 

But the one sitting next to him wasn't as familiar, though you knew you've seen him in the halls before. His hair was a bright orange that oddly suited him, while his cheeks were soft yet structured. 

He was attractive, there was no denying it. But there was also no denying that he was the one commenting on your 'hot back' too, which you did not appreciate.

"Oh I know," he replied coolly, "is admiration suddenly a crime?"

"Go admire someone else's back, thanks," you said, turning back to the lesson being taught. 

But the whispers only continued. 

"Such a pretty face too," the orange haired guy said, and you could almost see him smirking. 

You saw exactly that when you turned around once again, but this time towards Taehyung, "could you put your friend on a leash?"

Taehyung, who actually seemed confused, just shrugged. 

"I'm Park Jimin," the orange haired guy announced, "what's your name, kitten?"

It took everything in you not to cringe at the nickname and instead turn back towards the front of the class, "not interested."

As you watched Mr. Kim turn towards the board to write something down, the sound of a pencil falling to the ground followed. You were sure Jimin threw one at you to get your attention, like some middle schooler might you add, but you were determined to ignore him, keeping your focus on the board. You could hear the sound of a chair scraping against the floor, a slight chuckle and even light footsteps. 

But a moment later you felt your back start to warm up. At first you thought maybe the classroom's heating had turned up, but then you swivelled around to come face to face with Park Jimin. His chest was so close to your back, all he had to do was move just an inch forward and he'd be pressed against it. 

With Mr. Kim still writing something on the board, Jimin went completely unnoticed aside from one or two curious students. 

But that didn't deter him at all. 

"There's going to be a party tonight at Taehyung's place," Jimin whispered, his lips close to your ear, "you should come. I'm sure you'll have a good time."

Just as his head lifted away from yours, Mr. Kim turned around. 

"Jimin, what are you doing out of your seat?" He asked, crossing his arms. 

Jimin raised a pencil in response, and with a start, you realised it was your pencil that had been sitting on your desk a few seconds earlier, "sorry, I just dropped my pencil."

Mr. Kim nodded and went back to teaching the lesson while you heard Jimin take his seat once again, still feeling the ghost of his lips near your ear. 

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For the record, it wasn't Park Jimin that had you driving to Taehyung's house at 10 PM on a Friday night. You had known about the party before he had 'invited' you and had already been planning to go. Of course, most students were attending for some partying.

And although partying sounded good, you had other intentions in mind. 

Your car rolled to a stop a few blocks away from Taehyung's house before you got out and started walking along the dark sidewalk. You could already hear the music and sounds of chatter from your current position, but you doubt anyone in the neighbourhood would complain about it. Taehyung's parents were the definition of rich, and messing with people like that was never a very smart option. The best they could do was pop in some ear plugs and wait the party out. 

"Y/N?!" A familiar voice behind you called out. 

Speaking of ear plugs...

You tried to fasten your pace, but Jiwoo was already in step beside you. There seemed to be no sign of the girls from earlier this time. 

"Where are your goons?"

Her reply was quick. 

"Where's your sobriety?"

You rolled your eyes, continuing to walk in silence. To your distaste, she didn't leave after that. 

"Thanks a lot for advertising the divorce. You know how hard it was to keep something like that on the down low?" She scoffed, actually looking quite annoyed. 

You raised an eyebrow, "you're really going to act like that after the chemo comment?"

"You started it. Don't act like some victim now."

It was your turn to scoff now, "you started it like 5 years ago."

"It was 7 years actually."

"Aww, do you have a calendar you use to mark our fights too? I'm straight, before you get any ideas."

"Oh screw off, Y/N."

Thankfully, there was a beat of silence after that. You cursed yourself for parking so far away from the house, but it was usually useful for when the police were called and they started impounding cars. At this point, you'd rather take the police than Jiwoo's presence. 

After a moment Jiwoo spoke up again, "I saw you with Jimin in second period."

She grinned. 

"A manwhore and a junkie... it's a match made in heaven."

You almost celebrated when Taehyung's house finally came into view. Without even bothering to look in Jiwoo's direction, you scurried into the house, but not before hearing her cackle like some kind of witch. 

You genuinely feel bad for whoever decides to curse their life by marrying her. Maybe she'll do everyone a favour and stay single forever, though you doubt she'd be that gracious. 

Even though it was relatively early for the party, the living room was packed with people. Students you recognized from school were chatting and laughing together while others played games and took shots. You were pretty sure you even caught one or two college kids here and there too. 

As you scanned the room, your eyes were naturally drawn to a head of bright orange hair sitting on one of the couches lazily as a girl sat on his lap with a smile. Jimin looked good, with a simple white t-shirt and ripped jeans. A silver earring, similar to Yoongi's, hung from one of his ears. 

For a second, you thought his eyes caught yours, but you turned away and started walking towards the kitchen before you could confirm. It didn't matter anyway, you weren't here for him. 

The sight of alcohol had you smiling. 

You were here for this.  

You grabbed a cup and filled it with beer from one of the tanks sitting on the counter. There were a few empty bottles of vodka and even wine sprawled around, implying that if you looked hard enough you might be able to snag a bottle. But you weren't very keen on getting too hammered tonight. 

While deep in thought, you didn't notice Jimin slip in front of you until he started talking. 

"Having fun?" He asked, a red plastic cup filled with a clear substance already in his hand. His hair was dishevelled and messy, like someone had run their hands through it many times, and a silver necklace shaped like an upside down spade hung from his neck. 

The necklace forced you to look down at his loose sleeveless white shirt, which did a poor job at hiding his toned figure. The muscles in his arm were flexed as they held the cup, making it hard to focus on the one in your own hand. You turned towards the kitchen's counter, trying to shift your mind to something else. 

But Jimin seemed to notice that, making him smirk.

"Like what you see?" He asked innocently as he slowly made his way towards you. When he finally came to a stop, he was so close you could feel the heat of his chest on your arm while his hand rested on the countertop right in front of you, "you don't have to look away, kitten. I don't mind giving it to you if you want it."

Your sharp gaze met his eyes once again, which were also a lot closer than you had initially thought. With his chest near your arm, his hot breath against your ear and his ruffled hair, you didn't blame yourself when you felt a hesitant shiver run down your spine. 

Park Jimin was a jerk, but god was he a hot jerk.

But was this something you wanted? Although you weren't exactly opposed to the idea, you didn't exactly want it either. It had been a long time since you last had sex, and the thought of doing it again with someone like Jimin, aka someone with a lot of recent experience, was kind of nerve wracking. You'd rather just get high. 

"Believe it or not, I didn't come to this party because of you," you said finally. 

"Oh?" His gaze lingered on your lips before raising back to your eyes, "then why are you here?" 

For the free alcohol, and hopefully free drugs, would've been your honest answer. 

"Why does anyone attend parties? To have some fun of course."

Jimin regarded you for a moment before replying, "there are different types of fun at parties. Which one are you here for?"

You shrugged, "not the type you're interested in."

With that, you filled your cup to the top before walking out of the room, eyes peeled for a dealer. Your talk with Jimin had heightened your desire for some fun, which for you was to feel nothing at all. All you had to do was find a dealer that would be willing to give you a sample. 

Thankfully, with your experience, finding someone was no problem. In less than 10 minutes you had found and flagged down a man that seemed much too old to be at a high school party. You chuckled inwardly at the sudden thought of 'cheating' on Yoongi with another dealer, but Yoongi wasn't always available, especially now that the police were on his back. 

After getting the dealer to trust that you weren't a cop, which was stupid considering your age, he eyed you with a more comfortable stare. 

"Okay, what do you need?" He asked patiently. 

You paused for a moment, thinking it over. You already had gotten some Adderall from Yoongi earlier today, and you were craving something a little stronger. But you were in the mood of something relaxing, not stimulating.  

Then the thought of heroin popped into your mind. You were always careful when it came to opioids since they're insanely addictive, but the last time you had some was a pretty long time ago. You were sure the gap was long enough for it to be safe to take it again. Besides, the feeling it gave was always amazing, like every cell in your body was relaxed and calm. 

You'd like that at the moment, and you told him just that. 

He excused himself for a second, rushing into a room before returning again with a bag of fine white powder. He held it out to you discretely, but not before announcing the price. 

"I want a sample first," you said, but the man shook his head. 

"Sorry, no samples."

That made you scoff, "What? How am I supposed to know if it's good or not? Besides this is heroin I'm talking about, not weed."

"Either give me the money and take it or don't. I don't do samples."

"No thanks, I'll look somewhere else."

You turned and started making your way away from him, feeling a bit irritated, but not very angry. You've never had an issue with finding samples at a party. You just seemed to have picked the wrong guy. 

But soon enough, after dealing with multiple dealers that refused, you huffed in frustration. 

"What is up today with you guys? Why is everyone suddenly so against samples?" You rambled to one of them. He just gave you a tired look. 

"Supply has been low lately. I've heard that the police are closing in on some of our harbour guys- uh, major suppliers, if you don't understand. A lot of them have had to lay low because of it, meaning guys like us aren't getting a lot of supply lately. We can't afford to give out samples right now."

So Yoongi wasn't the only one in a tight spot at the moment. Turns out a lot of dealers are suffering right now. That almost made you groan out loud. 

"So that's a hard no to the sample?" You said, causing the guy to raise an eyebrow. 

"Just pay up, don't be cheap," he said with crossed arms. 

"It's a party. Obviously, I didn't bring any money with me, I've never needed it."

The guy just shook his head and walked away, leaving you alone and needy. 

No samples. No dealers. You couldn't contact Yoongi at the moment either, which meant drugs were now out of the question. So much for having fun. 

You downed your cup of beer, though you knew the most it would do was leave you buzzed. You could always start searching for the vodka you had seen earlier, but your dad was coming back tomorrow and you didn't want to be dealing with a killer hangover when meeting him. 

While your mind did back flips trying to figure out a way to salvage the night, your gaze caught Jimin at the other side of the room. He was laughing with a girl, rarely taking a sip from his cup as he listened to the girl talk about things you couldn't hear. 

You've heard a lot of people say that taking heroin feels like having 1000 orgasms at once. Obviously, there was nothing else that could achieve such a feeling.

But there was definitely something that came close.

As if hearing your thoughts, Jimin's eyes, which had been scanning the room nonchalantly, fell on your figure. When you didn't look away, he tilted his head, almost like he was asking a question. 

Your gaze flickered to the staircase before landing back on him. Hoping he'd get the hint, you started making your way up them, not waiting to see if he was following. 

Asking for sex was one thing you would not grant Park Jimin. If he wanted it, he was going to have to be smart enough to get it. 

After checking in on a few rooms, you finally entered one that wasn't occupied with a moaning mess of bodies. It was luxurious, with a king sized bed wrapped in comfy looking sheets, a fluffy carpet coating most of the floor and a mini chandelier hanging overhead. 

It made you wonder what the hell Taehyung's parents did for a living. 

Before you could ponder any further, the sound of the room’s door opening and then closing quickly pulled you out of your thoughts, which was then followed by the sound of light footsteps treading carefully on the wooden floor. 

When the footsteps softened because of the carpet, you turned around to find Jimin standing barely a foot away from you, his gaze focused on your still form. Now that the prospect of sex was a lot more likely, you let yourself properly enjoy the sight of him. Your eyes first started with his body, taking in the toned muscles that peaked through his white shirt and then his thick thighs that were exposed through his ripped jeans. 

"It looks like you've changed your mind," he said, taking a step closer, causing you to take a step back.

But Jimin simply took another step forward until you could feel the cold wall press into your back. One of his hands leaned against the wall behind your head while the other leaned against the wall beside your stomach, caging you in the process. It forced you to focus on his face now, rather than his body. His orange hair was still dishevelled, framing his face perfectly. Despite the softness of his cheeks, his jawline was sharp, along with his eyes and nose. With how close he was, you could see every dip and pore in his face, yet somehow you couldn't find a single flaw on his skin. 

His eyes scanned your own body and face the same way you had barely a second ago, pupils dilating in desire.

"Can I touch you, kitten?"

Ignoring the nickname, your gaze travelled down to his lips, which looked so soft and plump. You wanted to know how they would feel on your skin, especially on your own lips. 

You nodded slowly before breathing out your answer, "yes."

Jimin wasted no time pulling you closer towards him. He let his hands run down your arms and rest at your waist as his eyes flickered between your lips and neck, as if conflicted as to which one to start with.

As he pulled your waist against him, his lips started on your neck, leaving behind light kisses that gradually became more and more heated. His hand rubbed circles against your hip, in an oddly reassuring manner, while his lips started to lower to your collarbone. 

Your breathing started to intensify as Jimin left open mouthed kisses against your neck and jaw. 

"I was hoping you'd change your mind," he breathed against your neck. A new set of pleasuring shivers travelled down your spine.

"Why's that?"

His hand, which had been resting on your hip, traveled upwards to cup your cheek, "I wasn't joking when I said you had a pretty face."

The hand cupping your cheek suddenly pulled you forward as Jimin connected your lips with his. They were so soft and plump as they moved against yours, causing your stomach to flutter in satisfaction. You never realised just how pleasurable making out was until today.

Jimin’s lips travelled back to your neck as he continued to drop heated kisses against your skin. You could still feel his hand rubbing circles into your hip while the other brushed against your cheek to hold your head steady. 

Feeling a little hazy, your hand disappeared into your pocket to bring out the white bottle Yoongi had given you this morning. As Jimin continued to wreck your neck in the most pleasurable way possible, you opened the bottle behind his back and moved it to down a pill or two. 

But the sound of its opening caused Jimin to look up until he eyed the bottle in your hand. 

"Are those drugs?" He asked suddenly, pulling away from you slightly. 

"No they're just Skittles," you replied sarcastically, moving the bottle towards your lips once again. But before you could pop even one pill, Jimin swiped the bottle out of your hand and chucked it into the trash can across the room. 

"Wh- Hey! What the hell?!" You protested, but he gently pushed you back against the wall.

"No drugs in the bedroom."

Before you could scoff he closed the distance between the two of you once again, letting his lips brush against your ear, "you're in my bedroom, Y/N. That means you follow my rules."

As if to make a point, he brushed his fingers against the inside of your clothed thigh, pulling a heavy breath from your lips. 

Your irritation soon morphed into pleasure as Jimin brought his lips to yours once again. One of his hands was still rubbing circles against your hip, but the other had moved down to your waist to pull you closer to him. 

“Why did you-” he paused at the sight of you as he pulled back for a moment. Swollen lips, messy hair, heavy pants… Jimin didn’t think he’d ever encountered someone hotter in his entire life. 

He cleared his throat, hoping you didn’t notice the pause, “why’d you change your mind?”

You took him in for a moment. His rust-coloured hair was dishevelled, with a few strands falling onto his forehead, while his plush lips separated to accommodate his heavy breaths. 

You shrugged. 

“I wanted to try a different kind of fun,”

“Fun?” He repeated with a grin.

You felt his hand circle your wrist before he guided you away from the wall. From this angle, you got to enjoy his back muscles peeking from his white shirt before he turned back to you. 

“Clothes off. Get on the bed,” he instructed, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it to a corner. 

“I’ll show you what fun is, kitten.”

Next Chapter...

ok ok the sex contract is sooo well written & im enjoying the way you wrote the characters so much!! thanks for putting so much time & effort into it <3 looking forward to chap 3, but as always no rush!! hope your week is going well (:

Thank you! Really dynamic characters have always been a weak point in my writing, so this story is basically me trying to prove to myself that I can write multidimensional characters (let's see how well that goes rip).

I hope your week is going well too! Thanks for taking the time to leave a comment, it really helps with motivation :)

Chapter 3: Princess

Summary: Elitist Academy is exactly what it sounds like: an academy that focuses on teaching students from elite classes of the magic community. When Y/N is thrown into the academy to learn alongside 8 men, she realises she’ll have to learn to work with them, whether she likes it or not.

Pairing: Reader x OT7 (Choose Your Own)

Genre: Magic School au, mystery, angst

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: domestic abuse, additional warnings might be added as story progresses

“Dude! What are you doing?!”

“Let go of her! What are you a creep?”

“Come on man, why are you-”

“Stop it! I’m not doing anything to her!”

What was going on?

You groaned at the loud voices surrounding you, the sound hurting your ears as you managed to open your eyes slowly. But when you were met with a midnight blue sky, you bolted upwards with a start, gaze immediately scanning the area around you. You were sitting on the ground of what seemed like a forest, sparsely filled with large coniferous trees that reached for the glittering stars. Small animals flitted through their branches in the dark, seeming more like mere wisps of shadows. Soft green grass brushed against the palms of your hands while you squinted, trying to figure out if there was anything else lurking in the dark. 

Anything that you should actually be worried about.

“Oh look, she’s awake.”

You turned towards the sound of the voice to find a man towering over you with his thick arms crossed over his chest. His hair was blonde, and long enough for him to manage a part of it into a short ponytail while the rest of it fell to frame his face and neck. His eyes were a deep green colour that seemed to practically glow in the darkness of the night. Your gaze also caught onto two silver cross earrings dangling from his ears. 

Offhandedly you thought he looked like a bunny. 

He was dressed in the Elitist Academy uniform, a clear sign that he was also a student. The only thing that wasn’t clear at the moment was what was going on?

“Glad to see you’re alive sleeping beauty,” he spoke again. You caught slight amusement in his tone, “for a second we thought that Mr. Creep here really killed you.”

Your gaze followed his to another man that you hadn’t noticed had been standing beside you this entire time. His hair was the same shade as the first man that had spoken, but his was a little longer and messily collected into a hair tie, only a single strand free to frame his face. He was also dressed in a uniform, its colours darkened under the night sky. 

Your eyes widened slightly when you leaned forward to catch a glimpse of his face. A black eyepatch hid one of his eyes, but the intense blue of the other was enough to make up for it. It was like a feline’s eye: sharp and calculating. 

Despite the accusation, eyepatch guy remained standing silently with his arms crossed over his chest. 

As your gaze drifted around the forest, you realised that there were a lot more people present that you hadn’t noticed. You recognised Namjoon leaning against a tree, observing everyone closely from afar, while Hoseok and Taehyung stood watching you and cross-earrings guy. Jimin stood beside them with the guy you had saved from being bullied earlier huddled behind him despite being taller. 

You moved to speak but paused when you realised a cloth had been tightly wrapped over your mouth, preventing you from saying even a word. Okay… this did not look good. You were alone, with seven men, in a forest in what seemed like the middle of the night. As the alarms started blaring in your head you pushed yourself off the ground, reaching to remove the cloth, only for a firm hand to grab your wrist. 

“That stays on for now,” eyepatch said, voice solid and gaze unyielding. 

“You could at least try to sound less perverted,” cross-earrings snorted, though his gaze was fixed on eyepatch’s grip on your wrist. 

Eyepatch ignored him just like he had done earlier, not even sparing a glance his way, as he gave you a hard look. The message behind said look was clear: obey me.

With a scoff, you tried to snatch your wrist back, but his hold on you didn’t budge. All you could do was send him a withering glare as you fought his grip, trying to speak through the cloth despite how muffled your voice came out because of it. Maybe a small part of you was scared too considering the situation, but you pushed that fear from your mind. You weren’t going to let any of them hurt you. 

You weren’t going to let any of them hurt you. 

Eyepatch frowned when you finally managed to push him backwards. It was barely a step, but it was enough to get him to realise you weren’t going to back down. He sighed frustratedly, clearly irritated by your lack of compliance. But he was stupid if he thought you were just going to blindly let someone like him keep you here in a dark forest with a gag.

“Fine,” he relented after a moment, finally coming to terms with the fact that you weren’t really the docile type, “but only if you don’t use it.”

That made you pause. 

“Use what…?” You heard Hoseok mutter, clearly confused. Everyone else’s face mirrored his, equally perplexed. Except for Namjoon, of course. 

If glares could kill, eyepatch would have been completely decimated by now. You were sick of him trying to tell you what to do, who did he even think he was? However, you were also just as sick of having your ability to speak taken away from you. 

So you nodded slowly, still irritated by his audacity.

Even then eyepatch seemed to hesitate for a moment before he reached over and removed the piece of cloth. 

“It was you wasn’t it?” You said immediately, “you’re the one that knocked Jimin and I out. Why?”

You couldn’t remember much after the hit you took to your head, but the blurry images of the blonde man standing over you before you passed out seemed to resemble eyepatch greatly. 

“Don’t bother,” cross-earrings said lazily, “we’ve been trying to get answers out of him for an hour.”

“And I deeply apologise for his lack of communication,” a voice suddenly explained from behind the group, “I made Yoongi promise to let me explain everything.”

The group whirled around to look behind them, their eyes widening at the man standing before them before quickly straightening themselves. 

Standing in the centre of a clearing between the trees was Principal Park, the principal of Elitist Academy. He was a man of average height, with short brown hair and a big face. He looked stoic as he stood with his hands clasped behind his back and head held high, with a posh black suit seemingly ironed to perfection. 

“I also apologise for the seemingly drastic measures,” he continued, holding the gaze of each and every one of you, “I’m sure you all must be terribly confused.”

“I promise that none of you are in trouble, nor will any of you be harmed. I simply wished to speak to the eight of you privately as this matter does not concern the rest of the student body.”

Your confused expression mirrored the rest of the group’s expressions. Except for eyepa- Yoongi. He seemed completely unsurprised by the turn of events. But then again, he was the one that had brought you all here in the first place. 

“As you are all aware, Elitist Academy is an academy that was created for the magic society’s upper class, for the sons and daughters born into power and riches so that they may be taught humility, gratitude, and responsibility.”

Principal Park’s gaze swept over you all once more, “but you all are a different type of upper class. You are the elite of the elite.”

You noticed his gaze fall on you during the last sentence. 

Of course…

“When I think of the future of this country, as well as the future of magic, I see the eight of you leading us, hopefully, to success.”

“But in order for such an achievement, you must be provided with training of the highest quality. You must be taught the intricacies of how to be a leader and how to handle the responsibilities that come with it. Which is why you all will be placed in a separate curriculum in comparison to the rest of the students. From now on, your classes will be specialised to prepare you for your distinct future roles.”

“Wait,” you blurted out suddenly, a sinking feeling in your chest. Principal Park’s gaze landed on you, “you’re saying they’ll be the only ones in my class for the rest of our degree? No one else?”

“Yes, that is correct.”

Your chest dropped at the confirmation as your gaze reluctantly scanned the boys around you once again. This couldn’t be happening… You couldn’t be stuck with seven men for the rest of your degree. 

Oblivious to your deteriorating thoughts, Principal Park turned back to the group once again.

“All of you have travelled from different regions of the country, away from your homes and families to receive the finest education available. In a way, you will only have each other during your years here at Elitist Academy. So I hope you find comfort in each other.”

In the midst of your dread, you couldn’t help but catch onto a hint of nostalgia behind his words. But you scoffed inwardly at the thought.

Comfort? In them?

“Well, I suppose I will let you introduce yourselves to each other now, but it is already past midnight,” he said, “I wouldn’t advise you to stay out for too long at this hour.”

The eight of you watched Principal Park turn around and walk deeper into the clearing, hands still clasped behind his back during his confident strides. When he paused, you didn’t have enough time to shield your eyes as a flash of bright light blinded you for a moment. 

It was only when the light had receded when you noticed that the clearing had disappeared, replaced by the entirety of the academy now standing before him. Your eyes widened, wondering what kind of magic had made the school appear in front of you in the blink of an eye. 

“Also,” Principal Park added, back still facing the eight of you, “I did not have Yoongi kidnap you all without reason. It was a lesson to show you that even within the academy you are not fully safe. Always remain vigilant.” 

He turned his head to look each and every one of you in the eye one last time, “it was frightening just how easy it was for Yoongi to capture you all.”

With those comforting words, he turned around once again and walked back to the academy, leaving the eight of you stunned to silence in front of its gates. 

The other’s were probably stunned by the implication that there may be people out to get you even within the academy’s walls, but your silence was for a completely different reason.

The problem… was them.

Principal Park had just thrown you into a class full of men like it was nothing. Not even one girl in the class to make things at least slightly more tolerable. How could he have done it so casually, too?

You could almost hear the laughs of whoever controlled your fate.

“Well, the principal did have a point. We might as well introduce ourselves if we’re going to be stuck with each other from now on,” Namjoon spoke first, to your surprise.

“You make a valid point,” cross-earrings agreed immediately, “I’m Jeon Jungkook, and I can tell when people are lying.”

Your mind, which had been drifting far from the conversation, was suddenly reeled in by Jungkook’s words. They were going to reveal their abilities? Just like that?

“I’m Park Jimin,” your roommate said next, “I can… um, make people feel good?”

Jungkook smirked. 

“Anyone can do that with the right skills.”

Jimin, clearly amused, rolled his eyes, “I obviously didn’t mean it like that. Here, let me show you.”

He walked up to Jungkook and placed his hand on his shoulder, earning a confused expression from Jungkook.

“Dude, what the hell? Don’t touch m-”

You watched Jungkook suddenly quiet, pupils dilating as a calm expression suddenly spread through his features. His lips pulled into an almost dream-like smile. 

“Woah,” he breathed, his voice almost sounding like he was in a daze, “I feel so… calm, and at peace.”

A breathy laugh escaped his lips as his gaze jumped from one thing to another joyously, seemingly seeing his surroundings in a new light, “this is amazing.”

But the serenity in his composure dropped the second Jimin removed his hand from Jungkook’s shoulder. He blinked a few times, as if waking up from a dream, before straightening himself out once again. 

“That’s what I meant,” Jimin explained, “I can control how good I want a person to feel. I can even go as far as making a person drunk on happiness.”

“I have never wanted to make a dirty joke more badly in my entire life.”

Hoseok scratched his head as he seemed to ponder on something, “I’ve heard that Principal Park’s son has the same ability…”

“That’s because I am his son,” Jimin confirmed, turning to Hoseok.

Jungkook gasped, “you’re Principal Park’s son? Wait! You have to tell me, is it true you have an evil twin? I’ve heard so many rumours about it! And I swear I saw this guy that looked just like you in class earlier!”

“Okay,” Namjoon intervened with a judgy eyebrow raised, “I think we’re getting off topic. Would anyone else like to introduce themself?”

“I’m Jung Hoseok,” Hoseok said, “my ability is healing. Pretty basic, I know, but very useful.”

Then he pointed to Taehyung, who was standing silently behind his shoulder, “the one behind me is Taehyung, he can control ice and frost. He’s not very talkative to strangers so don’t mind him.”

So that’s why you had frost on your arms when they had spoken to you earlier today.

“There seems to be a lot of quiet ones amongst us,” Jungkook teased, sending a glance towards you. But at that moment, Jimin spoke up, almost apologetically.

“Actually my brother can’t really help it,” he said, pointing towards the guy that had gotten bullied this morning. He had been practically hiding behind Jimin the entire time you all were here, “this is Kim Seokjin, my brother. He has a speech disability.”

“Wait, what?” You blurted out before you could stop yourself.

“Well who would have thought, she actually speaks!” Jungkook said playfully. 

“He lost his ability to speak when he was younger,” Jimin explained, “not even the magic healers could find a way to help him speak again.”

The guy that you had saved from being bullied earlier… was mute? No wonder he didn’t say anything after. He couldn’t have, even if he wanted to. 

It made you feel kind of… bad, for blowing up on him. 

“That’s weird,” Hoseok spoke up, “magic can usually heal physical illnesses like that.”

“The healers found it weird too, but there was still nothing they could do about it,” Jimin said, but then an edge appeared in his voice, “but it doesn’t matter because either way there’s nothing wrong with him. He’s still my brother, whether he can speak or not.”

He looked around the group, as if daring anyone to object.

“Relax Jimin,” Namjoon said, “I don’t think anyone would stoop that low as to bully someone for that reason.”

You snorted at his statement, earning an odd look from Namjoon. School hadn’t even started yet when you had found Seokjin getting bullied by a bunch of students. 

“That guy is right,” Jungkook said, “you don’t have to worry about that from us at least. What’s his ability though?”

“He, um,” Jimin hesitated.

“He doesn’t have one.”

Everyone’s gaze snapped to him in surprise as Jimin’s words rendered them speechless. 

One of the major reasons why Principal Park had excluded all of you from the rest of the students was because you came from special families. These families, unlike the rest of the magic users, were special because they had a history of being born with unique abilities. Normal magic users couldn’t be born with those abilities, nor could they acquire them in their lives. They would always be dependent on a wand in order to use magic. But you all, coming from special families, didn’t need a wand to perform magic and were each born with unique abilities that made you “stronger” than the rest. 

The thing that was so shocking was that Seokjin was a part of a special family and didn’t have a special ability. You don’t think you’ve ever heard of a child from a special family being born without some kind of an ability. It was honestly the first time hearing anything like this for you and, judging from the others’ expressions, they were thinking the same. 

Namjoon cleared his throat, clearly ready to change the subject, “anyways, my name is Namjoon. My ability is a little complex to explain to others so, in a nutshell, let’s just say I’m extraordinarily smart.”

Jungkook crossed his arms over his chest with a frown, “did he just call us dumb?”

“That question in itself proves my point,” Namjoon deadpanned. 

He then turned towards Yoongi, who had been standing to the side quietly with his arms crossed over his chest the entire time, “what about you?”

Yoongi just gave him a blank stare before stating, “Min Yoongi.”

The rest of you waited for him to continue, but it only stretched the silence. 

Guess not everyone was willing to share their ability…

When the guys had given up on him, their gaze then fell on you. It took you a moment of silence to realise they were waiting for you to speak. They had all happily given their names and abilities to bond in that way guys seemed to do easily. 

And now they were expecting you to do the same to join the club. 

But you didn’t want to be part of this boys club, because, ultimately, it didn’t matter if they had a smile on their face or an expression that told you they didn’t care. It didn’t matter if they were cold or friendly. Shy or confident. 

All men were the same. 

And you would much rather go through this school year alone than risk being hurt by them. 

“Yeah, this isn’t happening,” you finally said, tone flat, “I want nothing to do with any of you or this family.”

You turned around, starting to walk back to the academy.

“Just leave me alone.”

The boys all watched you disappear behind giant double doors that led straight into the residences. 

“I’m getting a sense of deja vu right now,” Hoseok mumbled, watching the double doors close shut. 

Jimin nodded in agreement, “you’re telling me.”

Namjoon couldn’t help but burst into laughter, “god, she’s so predictable.”

“You know her?” Jungkook asked.

“Her name is Han Y/N,” Namjoon explained, “our father’s are close friends, so we practically grew up with each other.”

“Didn’t seem like that to me,” Taehyung said, voice as icy as his gaze. Namjoon frowned, slightly annoyed by his attitude.

“I said we grew up together, not that we were childhood besties. Besides, Y/N would never be friends with someone like me.”

“Because of your arrogance?” Jungkook asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Because I’m a man.”

Everyone’s brows raised at his words, partly surprised and partly confused by his answer. 

“What?” Hoseok finally asked. 

“Y/N hates men,” Namjoon explained, “it’s like her quirk I suppose. She’ll be the kindest and most caring person until a man shows up. Then she’ll be about as caring as a brick wall.”

Seokjin shifted unnoticeably behind Jimin, letting his gaze drift to the floor.

She wasn’t the nicest, but… she still stood up for me against those bullies, he thought, she can’t be that bad.

“It’s why she didn’t even bother staying here to get to know you guys.” 

“Did something happen to her that she’s like that?” Jimin wondered out loud, surprised by the revelation, “there’s no way it’s for no reason.” 

Namjoon shrugged, “if there is a reason I don’t know it. She’s been like that ever since I met her.”

“What does it even matter?” Taehyung said, growing tired of the conversation, “she’s just a little girl that throws a tantrum every time she sees a man.”

“Little girl or not, she’s anything but harmless.”

The boys all gave Namjoon a questioning look, urging him to explain the ominous comment. 

“I’ll tell you her ability, but only because I’m warming up to you guys,” he said, “she can command anyone to do anything she wants. As long as she says it, and you hear it, you’ll have to do it. Even if you die trying.”

The others’ eyes widened, slightly horrified by just how bad a power like that can be for them. But Jungkook’s eyes were widened for an entirely different reason. 

“Wait…” he said slowly, turning to Yoongi, “that’s why you gagged her? Because you knew about her ability?”

“Got any other assumptions you want to make about me, mafia boy?”

Jungkook chuckled sheepishly, “oops.”

Yoongi then turned to the others, “I, for one, think she's smart for not wanting to waste her time here.”

“Should’ve left when she did,” he muttered under his breath before turning around and making his way back to the academy. 

“Isn’t he a treat?” Jungkook said sarcastically, watching Yoongi disappear behind the double doors of the residence. 

“Yeah,” Namjoon agreed, studying Jungkook, “but why did he call you ‘mafia boy’?”

Jungkook just raised an eyebrow, “wouldn’t you like to know, porcupine head.”

“Anyways,” he said, clapping his hands, “it looks like this party's over. I’ll see you guys later.”

The last four boys watched Jungkook take the same route Yoongi had.

“I agree,” Jimin finally said, “it would be best to call it a night considering how late it is. I’m sure Y/N will warm up to us eventually.”

“I’m sure as well,” Hoseok said, a hopeful smile on his face, “we’ll be studying together for an entire degree. Her view of us will have to change over time!”

“Good luck with that,” Namjoon snorted. For as long as he’d known you, you’d always been set on blocking yourself from every man you met. Namjoon had his own theories on why that was, but he’d never actually been able to pinpoint the exact cause. 

He met the hopeful gazes of Jimin and Hoseok.

“Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

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You walked through the empty hallway towards the dorms, fuming at the recent turn of events. Your entire life you’ve spent trying to avoid men like the plague and yet life just had a way of making sure you were stuck with them regardless. 

Namjoon’s presence was especially annoying, like a rotten cherry on top of a rotting cake. You bet he’s been waiting for your downfall ever since he stepped foot in this school, that arrogant bastard. You’ll never give him that satisfaction, even if it’s the last thing you do. 

The sound of muffled footsteps behind you had you pausing in the centre of the corridor. 

Did one of the guys really decide to follow you after you left? 

You had been hoping Namjoon would tell them about your ability and that would be enough to scare them off. But it seemed that you were mistaken. 

Typical men. Too busy listening to their ego than to reason. 

You turned around, only to find the hallway completely empty. With furrowed brows, you slowly made your way to the end of the hallway.

Was this some sort of elaborate prank? The guys hadn’t really seemed like the type, except for maybe Jungkook you supposed. He seemed to have an air of mischief around him. 

What exactly was going on?

Another muffled sound reverberated around the hallway, as if someone had clanged something metal against a hard surface. It took you a second to realise that the sounds were muffled because they had been coming from the main hall, so you pushed against the large double doors to enter it. 

Your eyes widened at the scene. Under the moonlight that was entering through the stained glass ceiling above, the pink petals of the Tree of Life glowed a mystic violet colour. The glow spread throughout the dark hall, lighting it up beautifully. 

But right in front of the stone barrier encasing the tree’s base was a figure hunched over on the floor, wrapped in the academy uniform. The person mostly had their back to you from what you could make out in the hazily moonlit hall. 

You wasted no time in pulling out your wand and aiming at them. Compared to most students, you were already quite skilled with magic, so hopefully it would be enough to deal with whoever this was. 

“Hey, what are you doing?” You asked after taking a few steps towards the person you were starting to realise was a boy. When you watched him pause, you tightened your grip on the wand, “who are you?”

Then he stood.

And your eyes widened in confusion. 

It was Jimin. The same plump lips, small nose, and sharp jaw. But… it wasn’t him, because the man standing before you had eyes that were sharp… and red. A deep red that reminded you of blood. It was fitting even, since his gaze felt more like a knife slowly slicing into your skin, rather than the warmth that seemed to always accompany Jimin’s soft gaze. His hair was a deep purple, messily parted at the side. 

“Jimin…?” You said, uncertainly. Your eyes were saying that this was clearly Jimin standing before you, but your mind…

Your mind was screaming anything but him.

“Tsk,” Jimin said, an arrogant tilt to his head as he scanned you callously. Watching his mannerisms only grew your uncertainty even more. 

“Guess again, princess.”

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If I get the inspiration, maybe a part 2 will answer those questions ( ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ °)

But while I was writing this, their backstory just randomly came to mind, and it was just too funny not to add.

Anyways, thank you for sharing your thoughts, I really appreciate it!

Detective Perfect

Summary: Detective work is one of the most challenging jobs in terms of intelligence- at least, that's what you've noticed as someone who has been on the sidelines for the past two years. But with Kim Taehyung by your side, how hard can it be?

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: High school student reader, high school student Taehyung, best friends to lovers, detective au, bantering, fluff

Word Count: 5.8K

Warnings: Mentions of murder, dead bodies, divorce and cheating (not between oc and Taehyung), blood, gun violence, physical violence, mentions of gangs, minor character deaths, mentions of parental abuse, detailed mentions of drugs

Author's Note: My first fic ever! I'm a little nervous haha, but I'm glad I'm finally gaining the confidence to do it (*_*;;;). I hope you enjoy this and everything else I have planned for the future of this page!

"Here."

The plastic bag hanging from your hand dropped onto the grass next to Taehyung, who looked up at you with an annoying grin. Your best friend grabbed the bag happily, pulling out its contents.

"Aw don't be like that," Taehyung teased at your sulking, bringing out a pair of wooden chopsticks and a plastic container of steaming chicken from the bag, "you did this to yourself."

You rolled your eyes, "I did not. Remind me to never place a bet with you again."

Taehyung pouted as he brought a piece of the chicken to his mouth like he always did when he ate, "you say that every time we make a bet, and every time it ends with you making me food."

"Mhmm, and who won the last time we made a bet?"

He just waved you off, "I don't know what you're talking about."

The familiar feeling of wanting to throw your best friend off a bridge engulfed you, but for the sake of the greater good, you suppressed it reluctantly. 

"Come on," you said, tapping his knee as you turned towards the police building, "our lunch break is almost over and I'm pretty sure our new case is more interesting than finding some lady's purse this time!"

That had his eyes widening in excitement as he quickly closed the container and placed it in his bag, running after you, "you really think so? How do you know?"

"I overheard some officers and Detective Lee having a serious conversation. Then I heard him mention our names! I know it's not a lot to go on, but it can't be nothing, right?"

Taehyung was silent for a moment, clearly mulling over your words, "maybe? I really hope so, I'm so ready for a case that doesn't involve finding Mrs. Hwang's grandson in the convenience store."

You chuckled as you both made your way towards Detective Lee's office, "at least she always gives us cookies after, even though he's always just trying to stuff himself in the ice cream freezer every time."

Taehyung just shook his head, "man, that kid is something else. If I even thought of being that reckless, my mom would beat me with her slipper."

You nodded in agreement. Your dad would never let you see the light of day again.

When the two of you finally arrived at Detective Lee's office, you let Taehyung open the door to find the detective sitting behind his desk, gaze intensely focused on the papers sitting in front of him. At your entrance, his eyes flickered upwards before standing up and giving you both a grim smile.

"Taehyung, Y/N, today your task will be a little different from the ones you're normally used to," he announced. It took every ounce of self-control in you not to jump excitedly at his words and one glance at Taehyung's restrained smile made it clear he felt the same.

"We're ready for anything you ask of us Detective Lee," he said quickly and you nodded alongside him.

Detective Lee nodded his head towards the guard standing in front of the door you and Taehyung had entered from. In a matter of seconds, the guard walked in with a police officer trailing behind him. All their expressions looked solemn.

"Meet Officer Jang. We will be working with him during this case," he said, allowing the officer to stand beside him as he spoke, "Officer Jang, this is Y/N and Taehyung. They've been student volunteers here at this precinct for the past 2 years and will be accompanying us as part of the precinct's shadowing program."

The officer, who had been expressionless up until now, furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "how young are they?"

"They're both 17, so not too young. But please keep in mind they are still high school kids. Try to limit their interactions with the crime scene to what's appropriate."

Crime scene?

You glanced at Taehyung, who already had his eyes on you. Were you both going to investigate a crime scene? Like an actual murder? Or maybe a robbery? Detective Lee wouldn't be so adamant about not seeing a bank robbery. It had to be a murder.

The possibility had your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

"Alright then," the officer said in finality.

"Let's begin with the briefing."

The story of how you and Taehyung met has always been a popular one for the parties. It often left your classmates shocked in a mix of emotions, which of course the two of you could not care less about. The pain behind it had passed, and now the only thing you could do was laugh it off and continue with your lives. 

You weren't childhood friends that grew up together, nor were you classmates that had found friendship during the school year. In fact, Taehyung didn't even become a student at your school until after the two of you became friends and Taehyung had asked his mother to transfer.

It all started when you were 12 and had started noticing an odd atmosphere suffocating the air in your house. Back then, you were much too young to understand the hesitance and aversion in your parents' actions towards each other and, unfortunately, none had made an attempt to explain the situation to you. It was probably because you were young and the topic was a little too mature for your age, but still, looking back you would have appreciated it if someone had taken the time to sit down and walk you through it. 

Instead, you found out about it firsthand in a way that was frankly traumatizing for a child to see. 

Your mother had been having an affair with another man,

and you had caught them both in your mother's bedroom doing... well, affair-worthy stuff.

While your mother had covered up and desperately tried to explain to you the importance of keeping this secret from your father, the sound of his footsteps entering the room had left all attempts at secrecy futile. And as if that wasn't enough, a woman you had never seen in your entire life had barged into the bedroom a few minutes later and began yelling at the man still sitting on the bed. 

"Is this normal in the adult world?" A voice had asked. You had turned to find a boy around your age standing and watching the chaotic yelling coming from all four of them now. You assumed he was the son of the unfamiliar woman in the room considering their similar appearances. 

"No one warned me we would need earplugs to prepare for adulthood," you thought out loud. He had laughed and after the divorces took place, the two of you had been inseparable since.

You're not sure whether the infatuation with crime had been because of that incident in some weird psychologically twisted way or you would've found the interest regardless of that situation, but either way, it happened. You and Taehyung had spent hours watching crime shows and documentaries together, using your non-existent detective skills to solve the cases presented. 

That's what led you both to volunteer at the local precinct in your city and eventually to the place the two of you were in now.

A house.

You and Taehyung had been a little disappointed by the lack of creepy haunted mansions and mysterious dead bodies when the officer had explained that a murder had taken place in a normal house a few neighborhoods away from your own, but at least the mention of a murder was interesting enough. Detective Lee had followed the officer to the body while giving orders to the two of you to search the upper level of the house for evidence.

"He doesn't want us to see the body," Taehyung said dejectedly, walking through the doorway of one of the bedrooms. 

"There are probably some kind of laws in place for minors seeing stuff like that," you guessed, looking around the room. It had already been searched by officers beforehand, evident through a few evidence markers that had been placed here and there, "but who cares? If we show Detective Lee we're useful, maybe he'll let us come to more of his serious cases."

"I want to actually be a part of the investigation, not look at underwear," he pouted as he pointed towards an open drawer that was full of said undergarments, "he's just keeping us busy because he thinks we're children and he wants us on the sidelines."

"I mean... we are children, though."

He just sighed, "there's nothing here. Let's check the other room."

You nodded, feeling the same disappointment Taehyung was. But it only made you more determined to show Detective Lee your potentials. 

You followed behind Taehyung mindlessly as he walked through the doorway of the second bedroom. 

"What the-" Taehyung suddenly yelped, flinching backwards into you.

"What is wrong with you?" You said, pushing him off you, and walking into the room.

At first, you didn't understand what could have caused his reaction, until you saw it.

There was someone in here. A boy, around your age, sitting calmly on the floor, eyes glued to a window that revealed the brick wall of the house next to the one you were in now.

How creepy.

You inched towards him despite Taehyung's protests to get behind him.

"Hey, are you okay?" You asked softly. The boy was still for a moment, before turning towards you and you gasped.

He was beautiful.

You sounded so pathetic saying it, but damn was the boy sitting on the floor fine. His jawline was sharp, body toned and cheeks cutely puffy but still managing to be structured at the same time. And his eyes... Although they were simply brown, they were so intense as they first scanned you and then Taehyung.

"Yeah, I'm okay," he said softly, pulling himself off the ground.

Taehyung gave you a look before he whispered, "why'd you gasp like that?" 

"He's hot."

You noticed Taehyung's jaw clench as his eyes scanned the boy, his gaze suddenly very cold.

The boy on the other hand smirked and, even though you had whispered it, you had a feeling he might have heard your comment, "I'm Jimin, Park Jimin."

"I'm Y/N, and this is Taehyung," you said politely, eyes travelling down to the outline of his abs against his shirt before forcing them back up to his face.

Congratulations Y/N, you are officially a creep, you thought bitterly.

"What are you doing here?" Taehyung said. You were surprised to hear the distance in his voice. 

"I live here," Jimin said, regarding Taehyung before his eyes landed back on you, "my father was the one killed."

That's when Taehyung's eyes softened, "I'm sorry."

But to your surprise, Jimin just waved him off, "he was an abusive bastard. Whoever killed him did me a favour."

"I'm assuming you guys are here with the detective to figure out who killed him?" Jimin continued, as if he wasn't talking about his father's murder.

Then again, he did say he was abusive. If your dad abused you, you doubted you would love him as much as you did.

"Yeah, we are," you replied, deciding to take advantage of the situation. Jimin nodded, walking past the two of you while grabbing some keys that had been sitting on the desk, "come on, I'll show you the office he always kept locked. Maybe you'll find something there."

The two of you followed behind Jimin as he led you through the hallway of the small house. He slowed down a little, causing Taehyung, who had been walking directly behind him, to step back, allowing Jimin to fall into step beside you.

"So Y/N, you're into this investigative stuff?" he asked.

You nodded, "I'm going to be a detective in a few years."

"You must go over a lot of cases and watch a lot of crime documentaries in that case. It must be fun to do that stuff with your boyfriend," Jimin asked suddenly, "do you? Have a boyfriend I mean?"

"What?" 

The stupid response escaped before you could think it through. Why would he want to know that?

"Just curious," Jimin explained nonchalantly.

You were about to answer when Taehyung spoke from behind you, "yes, she does. Screw off Park Jimin."

You rolled your eyes and slapped him on the shoulder, "No, I do not Taehyung."

A smile perched on Jimin's lips as he smoothly set the key into the lock of an unfamiliar door and pushed it open, "good to know."

You and Taehyung peered curiously into what seemed like a normal office. There was a desk littered with papers and mail, a bookshelf filled with a bunch of textbooks and a picture frame of a girl posing lewdly for the camera.

"What was his job?" You asked, slowly starting to sift through some of the papers on the desk. Surprisingly, it didn't seem like the police had searched this room yet. 

"I don't know," Jimin shrugged, curiously looking around the room as if he had never been in there either, "some kind of businessman, I think?"

The papers, which turned out to be documents, seemed to confirm that. They showed mass purchases of various products, from bathroom supplies to giant construction machinery. 

Your eyebrows furrowed as you continued to sift through the transaction documents. His purchase history was so odd that you couldn't quite pinpoint exactly what kind of businesses he dealt in. Sometimes he was mass purchasing random grocery items, other times he was selling oddly named airplane parts. 

What the heck?

"Hey guys?" You spoke up, watching as they stopped their search and turned towards you, "um, do you guys know what bathroom accessory a 'nalatir' is?"

Both boys' eyebrows furrowed as they made their way to you and peered over your shoulder to look at the document in your hand. 

"Yeah, I've never heard of an 'ethem' before," Taehyung announced, with Jimin nodding on your other side.

"Definitely haven't heard of an 'enaicock' before," Jimin continued, smirking a bit. 

You rolled your eyes at his childishness, "maybe he's not actually purchasing and selling what's written on the paper?"

"You think they're some sort of anagrams?" Taehyung asked, hand brushing against yours faintly as he took the paper from you and narrowed his gaze at the words.

You felt your fingers tingle at the subtle touch, a little surprised by your reaction. What was that?

After a moment, Taehyung turned towards you, pointing at one of the words on the paper, "this one roughly spells out cocaine if you read it backwards."

You took the paper from him.

enaicock

kcociane

cocaine

It kind of made sense. You looked at the other words to make sure it wasn't a coincidence. But you found yourself finding various names that happened to relate to a variety of drugs. 

Taehyung had cracked the code. 

"I think you got it," you said, smiling a bit at Taehyung who returned the expression, "maybe you're not as stupid as I thought you were."

He rolled his eyes at your teasing, but the smile didn't leave his lips as he turned towards the desk, "so your dad was a drug dealer or something?"

"I wouldn't be surprised if he was," Jimin huffed, "just when you think that man can't get any worse," he mumbled under his breath.

"Actually I don't think that's all," you said, feeling kind of bad for Jimin and what all these new revelations were probably doing to him. You can't imagine suffering at the hands of someone you thought you knew, only to discover that he was so much worse than you had thought. 

"The product names on these documents are all some form of anagram for drugs," you explained, showing them the purchase history for the 'bathroom accessories,' "but I can't really find any drug names from these names over here."

You placed a purchase history document that was supposed to be for construction equipment in front of the two, "If we're still going with anagrams, then these names kind of remind me of the names of weapons."

Slowly the boys nodded, looking over the other documents.

"I think you're right," Taehyung said, eyes glued to the papers. 

"These kind of make out names, don't they?" Jimin said, placing the 'plane parts' document in front of you. He was right, you could make out a few human names here and there. 

"What does a person use drugs, weapons and names for?" Taehyung thought out loud.

"It's kind of like those gang or mafia TV shows," Jimin chuckled. But the smile was wiped off his face when he noticed your expression, "wait, seriously? You think my father was part of a gang or something?"

"It's a pretty likely guess," you said.

The conversation came to a stop when you all heard a series of bangs come from the downstairs level of the house. 

"That kind of sounded like-" you said slowly.

"Gunshots," Taehyung concluded. And in a matter of seconds, he was already running out of the room.

"Taehyung!" You yelled, running after him with Jimin right on your heels. 

Was he insane? What kind of idiot runs headfirst into a gunfight? What if he got hurt?

Your run came to a stop when you made it to the living room, eyes widening at the scene before you.

Everyone was dead. 

Detective Lee, the officer that had brought you and Taehyung here and the other officers that had been roaming around the crime scene, were lying on the floor with gunshot wounds littering their bodies. 

The only two that were still alive were standing in the centre of the room. The weight of the situation was suddenly clear to you. 

Taehyung stood only a few steps before you, hands up in the air as his gaze focused on the man in front of him.

Jimin's dad. Park Hae-Soo. 

He stood amidst the chaos, gun pointed at Taehyung with what seemed like a cross between a grimace and a smirk, yet the body that had brought on the investigation was still lying near the wall. 

The person that had been killed had not been Jimin's dad, you realized. The body had just meant to lure everyone here for Hae-Soo's plan. The only question was, what exactly was he accomplishing  by killing all these people? What was his motive?

"Crap," you heard a shaky voice behind you whisper. You found yourself looking back to find Jimin staring with wide eyes at his father.

The nonchalant Jimin that had spoken casually about his dad was long gone and had probably never existed now than you thought about it. That mask had dropped to showcase just how terrified Jimin was of his father. He was trembling- no shaking- at the mere sight of him. His gaze flickered between the bodies, then the gun and then finally his father's face. 

"Why?" Taehyung asked, gaze firmly directed towards the man that could end his life in mere seconds. You wanted to shout at Taehyung, scream at him to shut up and care about his life. How could he speak so casually with a man that had murdered at least a dozen people in the span of five minutes?

"Why?" The man laughed, "Kid, how old are you? They bringin' children to do men's jobs now?"

He nudged one of the dead officers with his shoe, with a haughty scoff, "bastards."

You began to tremble just like Jimin as he fixed the point of the gun at Taehyung's head and unlocked the safety of the weapon, "I'm giving you an option, but I'm not a man that likes to repeat his words so listen carefully." 

"You and your girlfriend can walk out of here without bullets in your bodies as long as you promise not to tell anyone about this."

His voice lowered considerably at his next words, "but if I find out you didn't keep your mouths shut, I'll personally track you both down and show you what a slow and painful death looks like."

His words floated dangerously in the air as silence ensued. You knew what Taehyung would do, what he would say before he opened his mouth. 

"We're not-" But he was interrupted as you ran towards him and covered his mouth.

"We will! We'll leave and we promise we won't tell a single soul, just let us go," you said hastily. 

You could both leave here and let the officers of another precinct know about this, but you had to survive first in order to do that, "just let us leave unharmed."

Taehyung's eyebrows furrowed. 

"Well, I can see who's the brains in the relationship," the man said, licking his bottom lip as he smirked a little. You knew where his eyes were, and they were not on your face. 

With a disgusted expression, you nudged Taehyung to get him to move, "come on Jimin, let's go."

"No," Hae-Soo's strong voice cut through the air like a knife, "that boy stays here."

That boy.

Your gaze landed on Jimin once again, who hadn't moved an inch from the doorway of the living room, expression still terrified. 

"I said you two can go, not him," Jimin's dad commanded loudly, and you could've sworn you noticed Jimin flinch, "he stays here."

That was going to be a problem. 

You couldn't leave Jimin here after hearing about his father being abusive, who knows what he had in store for Jimin. It was clear his father didn't have an ounce of love for him, or any kind of connection with him for that matter. Jimin couldn't stay here. 

"We're not leaving him," you said firmly, and although some may consider it brave, the only thing you felt was fear because you might just become the reason for your and Taehyung's, and maybe even Jimin's death.

"You're in no position to make demands sweetheart," he sneered and pointed the barrel of his gun at your head, "get out. I won't say it twice."

You felt Taehyung take a step to move in front of you, but Jimin's dad moved the gun towards him, stopping him in his tracks, "don't move unless you're leaving this house."

"I'm giving you one last chance," he said slowly, eyes blazing with anger, "leave, or die."

Another silence overtook the room as no one moved. It was like there was a timer ticking in your head, counting down the seconds you had left to change this situation. Your eyes darted everywhere, trying to think of some way you could disarm Jimin's father. Some way you could save both Taehyung and Jimin. 

Your gaze travelled towards the grey leather couch, then the white dirty carpet drenched in blood, and then the bodies littering the floor.

There was nothing.

"Time's up," Jimin's dad said suddenly. You saw the barrel of his gun point towards you once again.

"No!" Taehyung yelled. You felt Taehyung's hands on your shoulder at the same time you heard the sound of the gun going off. 

Your head connected harshly with the floor while Taehyung hovered over you. You could make out the bullet hole on the wall just a meter above where you had been standing a second ago. Taehyung didn't waste much time as he pushed himself up and ran towards Jimin's dad, trying to pry the gun from his hands. 

"Sehun!" Hae-Soo yelled while trying to get out of the hold Taehyung had on him now.

You felt a pair of hands grapple you down as you tried to pull yourself up. The owner of the hands, most likely Sehun, was unfamiliar to you, but it was clear that he was on Hae-Soo's side as he held you down and waited for further instructions. Behind you, you could make out Jimin fighting with another man dressed similarly to Sehun. 

Your gaze dropped to Taehyung and Jimin's dad, who were now grappling with the gun. It sat between them, the barrel pointed dangerously at Taehyung as he tried to pry it from Hae-Soo's hands. You could feel your heart beat loudly in your chest as you saw Jimin's dad's finger snake around Taehyung's arm and feel the trigger of the gun. Only you don't think Taehyung noticed the action, which made your stomach drop.

"Taehyung move!" You yelled.

But it wasn't fast enough.

The sound of a gunshot reverberated across the room. Taehyung, whose eyes were wide now, slowly looked down at the gun and then Hae-Soo's face. 

The barrel had been pointing at Taehyung.

Taehyung had been shot.

Kim Taehyung, your best friend, was going to die.

You heard yourself scream his name before you could even realize what had happened. You couldn't lose him. You couldn't lose the best friend that had helped you through the choppy divorce of your parents. You couldn't lose the man that made sure to call you after school every single day to make sure you got home safely. You couldn't lose the one person in your life that did everything he could to make you happy when you were feeling down even when it involved embarrassing himself.

You couldn't lose Kim Taehyung. Because without him, you think you'd lose yourself.

"Get up," a man's voice rang from in front of you, but you didn't move. Your eyes stayed glued to Taehyung. 

"Get up, we have to go before his men get here, your friend is fine," he said more firmly. His words caused you to look up at him, surprised when you saw Sehun passed out on the floor not too far away from you. Instead, another man was standing before you, hand raised to help you onto your feet. 

His black hair was trimmed into an army cut and he towered over you, looking a little impatient as you stared at him from your position on the floor. 

Who was he? And where did he even come from?

You turned to look at Jimin, who was being helped by a guy that was dressed in similar clothes to the one in front of you, only he was a little shorter and adorned with light purple hair that somehow managed to suit him. 

But then you processed the man's words. 

Your friend is fine.

You turned back to Taehyung, who was crouched over Jimin's dad. There was blood surrounding them, but none actually on Taehyung's shirt. It was Hae-Soo. It was his shirt that was soaked in blood. An unfamiliar man stood behind him, a gun in his hand as he pried Taehyung off of Jimin's dad and dragged him out the door. 

"See? He's fine," the man in front of you confirmed, and you were surprised to see him smiling, a prominent dimple on each cheek as he beckoned his hand towards you once again.

"Now let's go."

A blindfolded truck ride later, you, Jimin and Taehyung found yourselves being led, by the man that had saved you earlier, through the halls of an enormous mansion silently. You didn't know where the other men that had been with him had disappeared, but it was clear whatever had happened back there was not finished. 

After they had loaded the three of you into a truck, there had been no explanations whatsoever about who they were and where they were taking you. You half expected them to be kidnappers now that you thought about it. 

"What are you going to do with us?" Taehyung asked. For the past hour he's been asking the same questions. 

Who are you? Why did you save us? Where are you taking us?

But the man was silent, not sparing as much as a glance at the three of you. 

Finally, he led you into a large room that resembled a meeting room. Desks full of computers lined the walls and a large table sat in the center, holding various maps, papers and other things you couldn't even recognize. The only sign of life was one man sitting with his back towards you while watching the screen of a computer. If you were to guess, the screen seemed like it was displaying some kind of surveillance footage. 

Now that the guy leading you had stopped, the fear was starting to kick in. Who were these people?

"Well, Yoongi hyung?" The guy who had led you here said, apparently towards the guy sitting at the desk, "how's our situation?"

"The bastard is dead, thankfully," the guy named Yoongi huffed, "Police officers are at the crime scene right now, inspecting the body. Jungkook's there too, but I don't think he'll pick up our trail, although I'll continue to monitor him just in case. We can't have the cops on our back... again. I'll plant some evidence to lead him away if I have to, don't worry Namjoon."

Namjoon crossed his arms, "Good."

Finally he turned towards you all, who had huddled closer to each other in fear. These people were clearly not with the cops, so what were they going to do with you all?

"We're letting you guys go, so relax," he said, which earned him three confused stares.

Namjoon sighed, like you all were some kind of nuisance to him, "we just need to make sure that if you're questioned, you won't mention us. It's the least you could do after we saved your life."

"You're misleading cops, there's no way you people are any better than that gangster," Taehyung countered. As much as you wanted to jab him in the ribs with your elbow, because they had guns and you all did not, you still had to agree. Whatever this was, it wasn't legal, and it was definitely shady. You couldn't just stand by and do nothing, even if they did save your life.

"Kid, the cops aren't exactly angels," Namjoon said, his tone light but firm, "you're still a child, so I don't expect you to understand."

He took a few steps closer to you all, "but just know that if you tell anyone about our existence, a lot of people are going to hurt, both the cops and the people I care about. Keep your hands clean from blood by keeping your mouth shut, this is my warning."

"Hoseok, get them out."

A few moments later you were being pushed out into the now dark street by a guy named Hoseok, who apologized for 'being so mean.' After handing you some money, he was gone. 

Everything happened so fast that the three of you just stood in silence for a good minute, contemplating everything that had happened up until now.

Then Taehyung grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from a shock-stricken Jimin so that he couldn't hear your conversation.

"That was weird," he said, and all you could do was nod because, yes, that was in fact weird.

"Should we... tell the cops?" Taehyung asked uncertainly. He was feeling conflicting thoughts as well, you were sure of it. You should have said yes and reported them to the police right away. But something felt wrong, like doing that would get a lot of innocent people hurt. 

And that's what Namjoon said, didn't he? That people would get hurt if you exposed them to the police.

It occurred to you for the first time that maybe everything you knew about the station, about the justice system in general, wasn't completely the truth. After all, you still didn't know why Jimin's father did what he did. There were secrets, secrets you could only get from the inside. 

"No, I don't think we should tell them," you said finally and you were glad to see Taehyung nodding. You loved how you two were always on the same page, even without having a proper conversation. You both knew each other too well. 

"Good because I was thinking the same," he explained, looking almost relieved.

"By the way, why'd you ditch Jimin over there?" You asked, pointing towards Jimin who was still standing idly in shock. You doubted he even noticed you and Taehyung had moved a pretty big distance away from him. 

"Because he's annoying," Taehyung huffed, sending him a glare.

"Why do you hate him so much?" Your gaze narrowed at him. Taehyung was always so friendly and cheerful with everyone, it came as a surprise to you when he acted so cold with Jimin. 

Taehyung paused for a moment, scanning your face before sighing, "you know for an aspiring detective you're really not good at picking up clues."

You tilted your head, not sure whether to be offended or not, "I didn't realize I had a case."

"Well then let me give you a briefing," he said firmly. There was no hint of jokes or laughter anymore, he was serious, "I spend every minute of my free time with you. I pick up on every small detail about you. Every time I look at you, I can't seem to find any words to tell you how beautiful you are because none of them would do you justice. I always reply to your texts within seconds even though I literally leave people on read for months. I can't think about losing you because I genuinely feel like something happens to my heart when I do. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and only you. Solve the case, Y/N."

You couldn't help your mouth that was wide open now. All the things he said... they all pointed towards one thing...

"You... like me?"

Your voice came out in a hesitant whisper. If he was trying to get at something else, which was probably the case, you had no clue. Maybe you really were bad at detective work?

Before you could backtrack Taehyung pulled you into him,

and pressed his lips against yours. 

For a moment, you froze, the action not registering in your brain even after Taehyung pulled away from the soft peck on your lips. 

"I know you may not feel the same way, but-"

You didn't let him finish. 

You grabbed the collar of his shirt and crashed your lips against his. He was quick to respond, hands pulling you closer as yours did the exact same. 

It felt like only a second had passed when the two of you broke off for some much-needed air.

"I can't believe this," Taehyung said through pants, "you really accept me? What about Jimin?"

"Screw Jimin, I want you Kim Taehyung, only you," you said, giving him a smile. He returned it for a moment, but then something seemed to cross his mind.

"But I don't have abs."

You shrugged, "Abs are overrated anyway."

Apparently, that was a lot bigger of a deal than you had thought because he engulfed you in a hug and began jumping excitedly, "good because I refuse to go on a diet. I love food just as much as I love you."

You don't think he realized just how much of a praise that was to you. Food was elite. The fact that you could even compare to it made you realize just how much Taehyung liked you. 

You quickly gave him another kiss in excitement before pulling away, "okay, we have to get Jimin and figure a way out of here."

"Out of where?" Taehyung asked, looking a bit dazed after the kiss. 

"We're literally in the middle of the street, which is also in the middle of nowhere, idiot."

"Oh, right," Taehyung said, noticing, probably for the first time, where you all were, "can't we just leave Jimin?"

"No, now come on," you said, dragging his whining form towards Jimin, who was somehow still frozen in shock. 

"We need to start re-evaluating some things."