HelLO PARADISE, MY NAMe IS | Myg (m)

helLO pARADISE, mY NAMe IS | myg (m)

➳ PAIRING: hades!yoongi x persephone!y/n

➳ GENRE: smut, just a tiny bit of angst, greek myth!au

➳ WORD COUNT: 10k

➳ WARNINGS: attempted kidnapping, mentions of death, fingering (he has rings on yeehaw), unprotected sex, creampie

➳ SUMMARY: Buried in the Earth where seasons did not exist, where all prosperous life perished, and Helios’s blinding light could not touch; you slept soundly in the arms of darkness.

➳ A/N: oomf first fic of 2019! i love greek myths so i hope i did it justice… and feedback is always welcome! anyways, happy new year everyone and i hope you enjoy!! 

As the clouds wept for their fallen god, he was consumed by the Earth, sinking into the deepest parts of despair where humanity no longer existed and death lurked in the inky shallows of Styx. He found himself trapped inside the loneliest void the world had to offer. His brothers did not grieve for his loss for they found comfort in their own luxury above where the Earth flourished in his absence. As flowers began to blossom in Spring, he created a kingdom where isolation and despair found solace in the arms of the dead.

Eons of solitude wore away at his weary soul, and he longed for Helios’s blinding rays to grace his pale skin, to see blooming gardens rise from dirt, and for the smell of earthy petrichor once again. He wanted—needed—his own slice of Elysian in the Hell he, unfortunately, called home.

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In a world when you turn 16 you get a mark that matches your soulmate or soulmates.

It was the case for Yn too when she turned 16, she got seven marks that will connect her to her soulmates but......

Pairing:BTSXREADER, BTSXBTS

Status: on going.

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Loud sobs could be heard all around the apartment. A girl was sitting in the corner of the bathroom, her lashes were wet from crying her head was buried in her hand tears were constantly falling from her eyes.

"Why did it happened to me" the girl says as more tears falls from her eyes and slide down her cheeks. Her breath was unstable because of crying, "What did I do wrong to deserve this what was my fault" the girl says as she looks toward her hand.

The girl was crying her heart out she was in so much pain that cannot get better no matter how much she try she can't stop herself from crying.

It was supposed to be a happy day for her then how did it turned into a nightmare for her.

It was her 16th birthday she was going to get her soulmark/soulmarks today then what happened to her what made her so sad that she cannot stop her tears from falling.

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desolate (1)

— summary: you just wanted a cute little normal cat to keep you company. so you’re not really sure how you ended up with the grumpiest hybrid on earth that seems hellbent on making your life difficult.

— pairing: cat hybrid yoongi x  reader

— genre: angst, fluff, eventual smut

— word count: 2.7k Part two Part three Part four Part five Part six Part seven Part eight Part nine Part ten (M) Part eleven Part twelve Part thirteen Part fourteen (M)

“A hybrid?” You barely hold back a cough, the sandwich you were eating getting caught in your throat at your coworkers surprising words.

“Don’t sound so surprised Y/N, this isn’t the first time we’ve talked about this,” Jihyo rolls her eyes, pushing her water bottle closer to you as she notices you struggling. You quickly take a sip, the cool water soothing your irritated throat.

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Jam |MYG| |M|

Summary: there's a few songs Yoongi would play for you, one of them being by Kevin Gates. Something about that song beings out a different you, the slutty kind that Yoongi loves a little too much.

Rating: R- mature to the max, Porn with a plot I must say, Big dick Yoongi, a mention of slight ass play, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, name calling, spit, sub space, aftercare, doggy, spanking, size kink, kissing kink? ( I don't know if that's a kink low key ), breeding kink ( yes you heard me right )

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Yoongi pins you against his studio door as his lips move with yours. You're hands fist his tie trying to take it off. A groan leaves his lips when you choke him a bit. Pulling away from you he picks you up, you wrapping your legs around his thin waist as he throws you gently on his leather couch. That stupid tie, with his stupid platinum blonde hair, and that stupid song choice. But you wasn't complaining, or either was Yoongi. "Princess you look so beautiful." Beautiful? You're makeup was smudged because of him, the dark red dress you had on was twisted from Yoongi trying to eat your ass in the car. Yes, Yoongi was a boobs guy and he loved that you could squeeze him with your thick thighs but that ass? He loved feeling it, he loved smacking it and if he could and if you was up for it he'll eat it all day long.

"Beautiful is a understatement, now take off the damn tie." Yoongi tits his head, a low chuckle is heard from him as he does as you say. Taking off his black tie along with the white dress shirt he wore. One thing that was said about Yoongi that you loved about him is how he wasn't as muscular but he had muscle. You loved to mark his pale skin. You also loved kissing his lips. Kissing was your favorite part of sex, kissing and having Yoongi dick deep in your throat. Just having his lips on yours while grinding on him while he gripped your ass was the favorite part of your day. He walks back over going to kiss you again, you accept them gorgeous lips. Nails deep on his back as he grinds his hips down on yours. Leaving your lips his goes to your neck, sucking, biting, trying to leave his mark. "Be a good slut and suck daddy off hm?" You smile when he pulls away. Getting on your knees you help him get out of his dress pants. You're lips kiss down his stomach, biting as you go along. Yoong shivers at your cold fingers. "Sorry." You mumble as you get his boxers down. His dick stands, he wasn't small but he wasn't big either. He couldn't fit around your hand, but his thickness made up for it. Licking the red tip before putting all of him in your mouth and the parts you couldn't fit you pumped him with your free hand.

Grunts and groans come from Yoongi as suck him off. Spit dripping from the sides of your mouth as you go down farther until your nose tickles his pelvis. "Shit-God Y/n." Yoongi hand reaches your hair as his hips start to buckle. He knew your mouth was dangerous, it was as dangerous as that pretty cunt of yours. He was in heaven, his tip hitting he back of your throat as tears fall from your face. "S-Stop imma cum." You do as your told. He pants and pushes you back down, pulling your panties off throwing them someone around his studio. "All fours." You nod and get on your hands and knees. Yoongi pulls up your dress showing off that ass he loves so much.

One smack then two and he slides in your pussy. Yoongi stretches you just right, one hand behind your neck keeping your face on the pillow and the other on your hips as he starts to fuck you. You're brain was foggy, moans leave your lips. If this was the way for Yoongi to fuck your senseless then so be it. Sex with Yoongi was always an fun, it could be either trying new things to doing the same thing. But he always knew how to fuck you and REALLY fuck you. After all you was his princess and his princess always get what she wants. "Fuck you always knew how to be such a good little bitch didn't you?" And your body always knew how to clench around him whenever he used his words. "Daddy, Daddy, fuck! Oh god please please."

"Please what baby?" He slows down his movements just a bit. "Harder?" He ask. You couldn't find your voice. A whine leaves your lips making him grin for his answer. Yoongi picks up the pace, his hips meeting your ass. Harder and harder his hips snap's against yours and your moans reach higher and higher. You do reach your orgasm faster then you have expected, washing over you but that doesn't stop Yoongi, in fact it felt like he went faster. Him now letting go of your neck to reach your hair pulling you back. "So big!" You moan out and move your hips back to meet his thrust. His hand meets your ass cheek making it jiggle, so he hits it again and again and again until it's a deep red color. "Imma cum baby, and you gonna take it. You wanna be daddy's little cum slut? Wanna have his babies?" Oh did you. You love to have his babies and his alone. "Mhm! Cum please!" He does after a while. A loud groan leaves his lips, thick ropes of cum fill you up, making you feel so so full. You do blink out for a second, Yoongi was glad that it was only y'all two there. He comes back with a wet washcloth to wipe you off.

"Baby? Stay with me okay? I gotta clean you then after that we gotta go..but I feel like you won't be able to get up." From your silence he took your answer. He wipes you carefully then helps you up. Yoongi leaves a few kisses on your face before giving you one big one on your lips. "I love you." You mumble to him and he smiles. "I love you too."

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Chapter 1

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Deep breaths. No one ever got anywhere panicking.

I strained my ears to listen for anything that could maybe tell me where we were or where we were going through the bag that had been thrown over my head. My hands numb from laying on them for the past hour where they were duct taped behind me. Every once in a while I could hear raucous laughter from the front of the car. The once cool steel of the butter knife I had managed to stash in the waistband of my jeans before they took me had slid down, the end of it wet from my sweat and digging into my inner thigh.

Whether it would be sharp enough to cut through the tape was questionable, but I would’ve been willing to try had it been within reach. Calm. I needed to remain calm. The mantra was on loop, playing a little louder every time the driver would take a turn a little too tightly, throwing me into the side of the car. I groaned as I hit my head on the frame for what felt like the hundredth time since I’d been stuffed in the back of this tiny ass car. Someone banged on top of the trunk. I stopped squirming trying to listen for anything that could help me figure out where I was or what was happening.

The trunk popped open, the sudden burst of light making me squint even with a bag over my head. I felt a hand wrap around my bicep, hauling me up and out of the car. I struggled to get my feet under me, whoever having ahold of me unaffected by my struggling as they dragged me across the ground. As if my luck wasn’t shit enough, a sharp pain shot through my ankle as I twisted it. Making it that much harder to keep up with whoever was tossing me around like I weighed nothing. I didn’t know what was scarier, not being able to see or how unearthly quiet everything seemed. A sudden burst of AC sent goosebumps skittering across my flesh and a host of things flooded my senses.

Wherever we were now was loud. I could hear the air conditioning rattling, shouting, laughter, even some howling somewhere distantly. The place smelled awful. A mixture of powerful chemicals too strong for anyone to be breathing in. Despite my mouth being duct taped, I could still taste it on the back of my tongue. I prayed to God I was in the right place and didn’t end up somewhere worse than where I was supposed to be. My body was shoved unceremoniously into a chair, the duct tape ripped off my wrists before they were strapped to the chair arms within the next second. I kicked, trying to fight off whoever had me, but another person joined in, strapping my ankles to the legs. The restraint made the pain in my ankle so much worse, but I grit my teeth to bear it.

Completely immobilized, I strained my ears again. Listening to the shuffling of the other people in the room. Oddly enough, none of them said a word. And apart from their movements and the clinking of whatever they were doing, I had nothing to go on. I grunted in annoyance, pulling on my restraints. Fuck I hope this damn tracker Min gave me works. A door banged open, making me jump in my seat, my head whipping towards the noise. Loud laughter sent chills down my spine as I recognized who had just walked in.

“Nari, so nice to see you again!”

The bag over my eyes was ripped away. I blinked several times, trying to adjust my vision only to be disappointed when my eyes confirmed who I thought it was. Lee Jongsu. Big wig hybrid dealer that my unit had been after for years. But the man was as slippery as the snake he was. Hardly ever dealing in his own trades or underground businesses directly. Until me, that is. He stepped forward, fingers gripping my chin tightly as he lifted my face. I glared at him, hating that I couldn’t do much else. He tsked tapping the tape over my mouth.

“Just as beautiful as the last time I saw you. Perfect for our polar bear. Wouldn’t you agree boys?” He chuckled, pushing my face away.

I spat profanities into the tape. Wishing it wasn’t there so he knew just how colorfully I thought of him. Polar bear? They were going to give me to a fucking polar bear?

“Don’t worry darling. He’s a good-looking kid. You’ll like him.”

I didn’t really care what he looked like. As long as he stayed the hell away from me. I yanked on my bindings again, eyes scanning the room for anything useful. It was bare. A single door and one table in front of me with several medical supplies stocked on it. Not even a window or any furniture beyond that and the chair they had me in.

“Get whatever samples you want doctor. The sooner you’re finished, the sooner I can get her to my hybrids.”

“Sir, I don’t really recommend putting her with any of the hybrids until we get our tests-“

“I don’t give a fuck what you recommend. The quicker she’s with them, the sooner she’s pregnant, and I get my money. Stop wasting my time.” Jongsu snapped.

The doctor nodded, bowing his head and apologizing before scurrying over to me. I wasn’t sure what all his tests entailed, but I was relieved that it was only things he needed my blood for. He filled three tubes before withdrawing the needle and bandaging my arm. He had barely finished with me before two of Jongsu’s lackeys were working on unstrapping my arms and legs again. My glare meeting Jongsu’s again as they dragged me past him.

“Do your job well Nari. I’m counting on you.”

They didn’t bother covering my head this time. I supposed they didn’t have to since wherever we were didn’t have anything marking it to let me know what this place was or where we were going. I was hauled down hallway after hallway, passing door after door with nothing more than I tiny slit in them allowing a peek inside. Or outside, I supposed. The cacophony of noise returned, slamming doors, crying, yelling. My stomach twisting the further in we went, unsure of what to expect.

Other than a polar bear.

The butter knife was starting to chafe the poor skin of my thigh. Despite the discomfort, it was my saving grace. The one thing I had as a line of defense for myself should I need it. My heartrate spiked as we came to a stop in front of a door. Keys clanging together as they unlocked it. My protests were muffled against the tape as I threw my body backwards to keep them from pulling me in. My efforts were in vain as both men were a lot stronger than me. They dragged me inside, slamming the outside door behind me before dropping me on the floor. I groaned with the impact, casting a quick look around to see we were in a vestibule of some sort. There were only two doors, the one we came through and another on the opposite wall. One of the men ripped the tape off my face, the sting blooming across my lips and cheeks.

“Get her over here. I don’t want to risk that fucking cat charging the door again when I open it.”

Wait? Cat? I was bear hugged into a set of arms again as one of them lifted me. Blood rushing through my ears as I tried to wrap my head around why they were tossing me in with a cat when Jongsu had specifically said it was a polar bear. I planted my feet on the doorframe, one leg kicking at the other man with my bum ankle as he tried to grab my feet. He cursed under his breath; face set in annoyance as he took a handful of my hair instead. He jerked on it hard, pain blossoming across my scalp making me cry out.

“My job’s hard enough as it is without you making it worse you bitch.” He spat, dragging me forward by my hair.

He shoved me in, the momentum didn’t allow me to catch myself as I fell forward. I hissed when I hit the floor. I was definitely going to be feeling that in a few short hours. My ankle screamed in pain as I hauled myself up. Trying to reach the door before it was slammed in my face and I was resigned to my fate. No dice it seemed as I wasn’t quick enough. I reached for the handle, yanking on it to no avail.

“Let me out! Don’t you dare fucking leave me here!” I screamed, pounding at the metal uselessly.

I got no answer. No one opened the door. No one came back to help me. I threw my weight into it even though I knew it wouldn’t do anything and quickly regretted it when the burn in my ankle reminded me how badly injured it was. I bit my lip, leaning into the door feeling the fight drain out of me. A pitiful whimper escaped me as I slid down, my fingers reaching to pull up the leg of my jeans to see just how bad it really was.

“Shit.” I muttered seeing how swollen it was already. “Way to fucking go Y/N.”

Shuffling from somewhere in the room had me on high alert. My hands instantly digging through my pants for the knife I had stashed, brandishing it towards the direction of the noise as I scrambled to my feet. I bit back my cry as my ankle protested, throwing myself back into the nearest wall partially as a means of getting further away from who or whatever it was as well as to support some of my weight off my foot.

“Where are you?” I shouted, eyes flitting around the room desperately.

There weren’t a ton of places to hide, but the room was large. Several chairs, a table, empty shelves in the opposite corner of the room. Two doorways led into other rooms that I couldn’t make out and a large pile of blankets and pillows sprawled out on the floor between them. The room was a mixture of greys and creamy whites. The entire aesthetic reminding me more of a posh sort of hotel room rather than a prison. Either way, I still didn’t want to be here. Movement from around the doorway caught my eye. I held my knife out in that direction as a person emerged from it. He was fucking huge. Easily much larger than the two men who had brought me here and I didn’t stand a chance against them. I gulped, trying to keep my hand from shaking as I glared at him. He held his hands out in surrender, palms facing me as he slowly walked closer.

“Hey. You’re okay, we won’t hurt you.”

“We?” I shot back, glancing over his shoulder briefly, wondering just how many more resided behind those walls.

The ears on his head rotated behind him at the audible shuffling of more bodies, the light brown round appendages belonging to just about anything, until it was accompanied by the flick of his tail behind him. Lion. He was a lion hybrid.

I don’t want to risk that fucking cat charging the door again when I open it.

I slid over to the nearest corner, hating that I literally had nowhere else to go. He shook his head, ears laying flat as his eyes turned sad.

“You don’t have to be scared. My name’s Namjoon.”

My fear skyrocketed as more hybrids filed out from behind him. My heart pounding under my rib cage as they kept appearing. Way more than I ever banked on being thrown to. This was not the way this was supposed to go. One or two hybrids, sure, I could probably hold my own against, but seven? Predators at that as I scanned the room, taking in the host of large cats particularly. I pressed myself further into the wall, absorbing the small amount of comfort I got from having the concrete against my back. Not that it did much to ease my nerves as my eyes flickered between each of them warily. I gripped the knife tightly, it wasn’t a glamorous weapon by any means, but it would have to do.

To make matters worse, my ankle was beginning to throb like a bitch. No doubt it was even more swollen now in my sad excuse of a shoe. But at least it was a shoe, my other foot was completely bare now, having lost my other sneaker sometime during the struggle. Movement from the middle of the group had me standing up straighter, gritting my teeth against the pain as I forced my hurt ankle to take some of my weight. There was no way I was letting my guard down around them. No matter how injured I may be.

“Look, we’re not here to hurt you.” The lion, no, Namjoon he had introduced himself as, tried to console me, putting his hands out in front of him further, palms out in an attempt to keep me calm.

“No. I know exactly what you’re here for and that’s not fucking happening. So stay the hell away from me.” I growled, holding the butter knife higher, threateningly.

Most of the others stood stock still, ears pinned back as they watched the interaction between me and Namjoon carefully. All except one who couldn’t have looked more bored if he tried. One glance at him determined he was also a large cat, but hell if I knew what he was exactly. If I actually cared, I would have become a fucking zoologist or some shit. Perhaps that would have been the safer bet in life if I had chosen something other than what currently had me stuck in this situation now.

“Not…that either. If you could just put the knife down and talk with us. It’s obvious you’re hurt. You need someone to look at that foot.”

“It won’t be you. I don’t need your help. Just leave me the fuck alone until I find my way out of here.”

My words must have been the last straw for the other cat. His ears laid flat outwards in opposite directions and his tail flipped as if it had a mind of its own as he whirled on me.

“You’re not the only one stuck down here you ungrateful brat. At least we’re trying to be nice. Newsflash, you could’ve been thrown in any other one of these enclosures and God knows what would have happened to you. Lucky for you, you got us.” His eyes were sharp and cold as they burned holes into me. “Allow me to let you in on a little secret. We’ve been trapped here for months. Wanna know how many females they’ve brought us in that time? Too fucking many to count. Wanna know how many of those were humans? Zero. Guess what that tells me sweetheart, that you’re a nobody. No one even knows you’re gone; no one will report you, no one will miss you, no one will fucking look for you. And if you want to get out of here alive, I suggest you play nice.”

“Yoongi.” One of the others chided him, albeit softly.

His glare never left me even as Namjoon laid a hand on his shoulder. The tension in the room was thick as both of us refused to back down. In the back of my mind, the urge to submit was strong. I’m sure there was some kind of rule among the animal kingdom stating that one shouldn’t stare directly into the eyes of a predator, but I’d be damned if I looked away now. I was stuck in a room full of them. If I let one have the upper hand then the rest of them wouldn’t hesitate to walk all over me.

Being a human put me at a disadvantage. I was the weakest being in the room as much as I hated to admit it. Despite that knowledge, and the fact that any of them could very quickly and easily overpower me, none of them did. They all kept their distance, choosing to try to keep me calm and explain things. All of them besides the cat that I was still locked in a staring contest with. I could tell the hostility between us was starting to make everyone else antsy. I was positive that if it came between him or me they would side with him. My hunch proved to be correct as one of the others with white, fluffy, pointed ears sidled closer to Yoongi.

The smug smirk that quirked one corner of the cat’s mouth had me wanting to wipe it off his face personally. My fist itched with the need to show him exactly who he was messing with. His tail flicked behind him as if it wasn’t enough for his face to taunt me, his animal counterpart needed in on the action.

“So, what’s it gonna be sweetheart?”

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Hate Game | PJM + MYG - Chapter 1

⇢ The Sun Goes Down

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Onus /ˈəʊnəs/ noun something that is one's duty or responsibility. __________

Jimin loses his brother. His father loses his first born son, the heir of his company, leaving it up to Jimin to keep his father´s company in the Park family. Jimin would never have pictured himself marrying out of duty. However, Mr. Min, who only married Jimin so he could take over the company, isn´t exactly how Jimin pictured. Now, all he wants is to make Yoongi regret his decision to marry for money.

Pairing: Park Jimin x Min Yoongi | Kim Seokjin x Kim Namjoon

Genres: Marriage out of duty | Angst | Emotional Hurt

Word Count: 1,8K

TW: This story will mainly be ANGSTY (we all love that, don´t we?) and it starts out with the death of Jimin´s brother. If that is triggering for you, please be mindful and do what is best for you. I can go without hits, the world can´t go without you - keep that in mind.

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For maybe the first time in his life, things were good. Jimin had just moved in with the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He had graduated - with honors, thank you very much - and he had just started working at the company of his dreams, doing what he loved. He had just turned twenty four, and his friends threw him a huge party, leaving him hungover and chained to his shared bed with Right Guy Hoseok for two days straight. 

Safe to say, Jimin was content with the outlook of his life. 

But life isn't supposed to be that easy and things never go to plan. 

He is sitting down in their breakfast nook, eating toast with with Hoseok, making some joke about how he would like for Hoseok to jam him that draws laughter out of him. For a minute he admires the way his boyfriend´s eyes draw close and how his mouth is wide open and he is practically shining towards Jimin. 

Then, his phone rings. At first, he ignores it because Saturday mornings are sacred. They continue the conversation about jams. But then it rings again, starting the first warning bells in his head. Still, he wants to keep the Saturday morning sacred, and both of them pretend they can't hear it as they eat. When it rings for a third time, the bells chime not only in his head, but through his whole body. 

"You should see who it is, at least." Hoseok nods his head reassuringly. 

"I'll just put it on silent. It's probably one of the boys," he says over his shoulder. "They always do th-" 

He doesn't know what he was saying, all thoughts gone.

3 missed calls from Dad. 

Message from Dad: Call me back when you can, it's urgent. 

He feels Hoseok behind him, reading the message as well, laying a hand on his shoulder. Jimin and his dad talk frequently, calling each other with small and big news, or for no reason at all. But it's Saturday morning, the time he is out of reach, because that's the time he golfs. Saturday mornings are strictly no business, no phones allowed and no distractions. If he is calling Jimin now, it won't be with good news. 

He calls him back at once.

A second later he picks up, breathing heavily. Before Jimin can say anything or ask any questions, his dad is talking, explaining what happened. By the end, Jimin isn't able to hear what his dad is saying, already rushing out of the apartment in his pajamas and hair uncombed. It's only when he's halfway to the hospital he notices Hoseok sitting in the passenger's seat, talking calmly to him. He can't hear him, the ringing in his ears too loud. 

"You should come to the hospital. It's Ji, he was in an accident." Ji is his elder brother. The strong one out of the pair of them. "He was driving and crashed the car. He's in surgery right now, but they said it doesn't look good."

Once in front of the hospital, Jimin abandons the car, leaving Hoseok to deal with it as he rushes inside to find his brother. But it's already too late. He finds his dad in an empty hospital room assigned to his brother, eyes red, face contorted. He looks up at Jimin and shakes his head, just barely. But it's enough. He understand. 

Hoseok walks in five minutes later, finding Jimin on the floor. He is by his side in an instant, comforting him, telling him how everything is going to be alright. Telling him how the two of them will get through it, together. Trying his very best to pick up the pieces. 

That night, he decides to spend the night at his dad's house. Jimin, his dad and Hoseok spend the night staring into nothing, drinking whiskey and taking turns bursting into tears. It doesn't quite feel real yet. Like if he just pinches his arm, he might wake up and find his brother walking through the doors. 

That night, he realizes a lot of things. Ji won't be at my wedding. My kids won't have an uncle. I'm an only child. This is the first time he's thinking these things, and each time a new revelation comes, he is left breathless as if someone punched him in the stomach. He can't quite breathe, but it's fine. The burning in his lungs can't compare to the agonizing pain in his stomach anyway. 

Day one is a long one. He is constantly fighting himself, wanting to run away instead of making decisions he never thought he would have to make, like what flowers he would prefer to have on his brother´s casket or which songs he wants to be sung at the service. Would he like to throw white or red roses as they lower his big brother to the ground? 

By the end of the day, he is all out of energy, barely managing to keep his eyes open and his emotions at bay as he makes his way through the hallways of his dad's home. As he passes the huge oak doors to his dad's office, Jimin hears him calling him in. 

Taking a seat on the opposite side of the desk from his dad, he crosses his leggs and relaxes against the chair, closing his eyes briefly to prepare himself for what is undoubtedly another choice he has to make. 

"What's up, dad?" 

 Jimin´s dad clears his throat, his hand going through his hair. He looks as exhausted as Jimin feels. 

"Alright, I might as well just jump into this. As you know, Ji was to inherit the company after me." The company his dad owns and runs was started by Jimin´s granddad, then passed down to his dad, who was going to pass it down to Ji. This…" his voice wavers. "Ji´s death caught us all off guard. We're in a bad position because I'm left with no-one to inherit the company, putting us all at risk." Jimin would feel offended that he's out of the equation if it wasn't for the fact that he told his dad he wanted nothing to do with the company a couple of years ago. Now, with no form of education on the subject he is really not fit to inherit and run the business. "Mr. Kim has been running around all day, trying to find someone who can take over." 

"Did he not find anyone? Please don't tell me I have to take over?" Jimin asks, massaging his throbbing temple. 

"He did find someone," his dad looks down at a piece of paper. "A mr. Min Yoongi." 

"Good," Jimin replies, trying his best to care about this, when he would really rather be in bed, next to Hoseok. 

"Now, you have to listen to what I have to say before you say no. It might sound horrible and extreme, but it's the only option I have to keep the business in the family. To keep the legacy my father built for us." 

Jimin laughs, his mind going weird places. "What, you want me to marry the guy?" 

His dad's head slowly turns downward, his hand going through his hair again, a single tear making it's way down his cheek. 

"I don´t see any other option." 

"Dad, you can't be serious." 

"I really wish I wasn't," he sighs. "But-" 

"No. Find another way, I'm not marrying a stranger." 

"Me and your mom had an arranged marriage, that turned out great," he tries to bargain. 

"I don´t care! You will figure it out without me having to marry some stranger, rather than Hoseok." 

"We would have figured it out by now if there were any other way. There isn't-" 

Jimin cuts him off, too tired to care for manners. "Adopt him." 

"He has parents, he can't just…" 

"I have a boyfriend. I can't - no, I won't - leave him." 

"You don´t have to decide right now. I understand it's a huge decision and you're right to be hesitant. It's how I raised you. But know mr. Min is great guy, and you would be doing what's best for this family. For the family you will undoubtedly build in the future. Sacrificing this," him, Jimin wants to correct, I'm sacrificing Hoseok, "it won't be for me, but for Ji. He loved this company as much as I do, he would want this company in the family. Mr. Min has already agreed to this, but it all comes down to you." 

If it wasn't for the fact that Jimin is all his dad has left, he might have turned him down right away. And if it wasn't for the fact that his dad looks smaller that he has ever seen him before, he might have said no right away. And if it wasn't for the fact that Ji would have wanted the company to run in the family, Jimin might have chosen his boyfriend right away. And then there is the fact that his dad's heart is so heavy with grief and despair he doesn't know how to sit upright. Yeah, he might have been more selfish then. 

"I´ll think about it," he gives in. 

His dad bursts out in tears, repeating the same phrases over and over again as he tries to dry his tears. I'm so sorry. I didn't want any of this for us. Thank you. 

Laying beside Hoseok that night feels wrong, like Jimin has somehow betrayed him. Right Guy Hoseok who has been there for him when he needed it. Who he wants to build his life with… 

The type of tiredness Jimin is feeling is one he has never felt before. It's a much deeper type of tiredness that starts in his bones, spreads to his blood before it seeps out to his muscles. Too tired from this black hole in his stomach and chest and soul and mind to care about anything, the tears fall freely. A part of him knows it is time to step up, but curling up and crying doesn't make it any easier, apparently. He doesn't want to fight this responsibility anymore. Right now, he doesn't have any fight left in him. As he lays next to Hoseok, he realizes he has already made his decision. If not for Ji, then he will do it for his dad, who has worked tirelessly his whole life for Jimin and his brother to live comfortably. It is time Jimin, too, makes som sacrifices for the family.

As he falls asleep, he not only feels the grief over his brother, but also for his relationship with Right guy Hoseok.

Things were great, but it's never that easy, is it?